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I am not the author. They were written by that prolific writer: - Anon.




                             Chapter 1



Paralysed by terror, Sera Deere whimpered plaintively as her clothes were
ripped from her body, as she was stripped to her panties and bra. "American
bitch", one of her captors said sibilantly, in stilted English, as she was
forced to her knees before the evil-faced little brown man, who stood in the
crude jungle shelter. Rain water that trickled from her short-cropped blonde
hair failed to blind Sera to the spectacle of the Viet Cong soldier who pushed
down the bottoms of his black pyjama-like uniform. Nausea shuddered through her
as she stared at the obscene genitals that the Cong guerrilla held in his
small brown hand.

Light from the flickering, smokeless fire washed over the man's ugly cock and
balls, as he peeled back the skin to expose the obscene end of his prick. The
sound of the rain was muffled. Cruel hands rubbed over the girl's pale, milky
skin. Fingers pinched at her taut buttocks, and groped for the heaving cones
of her breasts.

As naive as the 20-year old WAC corporal was, she had no doubts what the
impassive Oriental wanted - demanded - of her. Giggles and unintelligible
jabberings of the four black uniformed figures, hunkered in a semicircle, just
beyond the circle of firelight filled her with terror and loathing.

"Suckee, suckee," the guerrilla leader commanded harshly, in a parody of the
Saigon street girls. Seizing a handful of her golden hair, and yanking it
brutally. The soldier waggled his dark brown prick before the American girl's
appalled eyes.

"Oh God, noooooo," Sera whimpered, gagging at the prospect of having his
filthy, foreign cock in her mouth. He yanked her closer, and she could smell
the odour of his maleness. Her skin crawled and her nearly naked body shuddered
as another soldier's hands played over her smooth, golden skin from behind,
squeezing her buttocks through the drenched fabric of her panties.

Sera shook her head, clearing them of tears, her gaze pleading silently,
eloquently, trying to communicate her innocence and begging for mercy.

"Get it," the leader leered, lightly brushing the head of his prick against her
pursed lips and the tip of her nose. "Wan' die?"

Sera shuddered, a coldness like steel lanced through her slender body. She
shook her head slowly, shivering, feeling a hand search under the elastic top
of her panties to maul her butt cheeks. Coarse fingers travelled down the
tensed crack of her butt, and dabbled at the virgin pouch of her pussy.

"Ooooooooohh, Jesus-God," Sera wailed, her heart hammering with fear and dread,
and sickening humiliation. She was unaware that the Cong chieftain no longer
held his prick, until his hand appeared with a blue steel pistol splotched with
blood-like rust.

"Yankee bitch, suckee, or die," he said ruthlessly, and placed the muzzle
between Sera's eyes, cold and terrorizing at the bridge of her petite nose.

He released her hair, and again lifted the obscene flesh towards her face. She
could only feel the finger from the man behind her, probing at the thick lips
of her pussy, separating them, and gouging along her tender pink furrow. A
nerve-shattering sensation danced through her loins and her belly, as the
soldier behind her hooked the end of his finger inside of her cunt. She tried
to lower her bottom to the damp ground, but his hooked finger sent sparks of
pain through her tight canal as she tried, so she held herself firm and
immobile, aware that her posture gave the ghastly tormentor access to her
sacred zone.

There was a metallic click, and Sera froze, knowing that she was only seconds
away from having her head exploded by a bullet, her brains blown out, and dying.
Even the finger gouging just inside her pussy was still. Slowly, she lowered
her gaze, as she stared with fear and loathing at the Viet Cong soldier's cock.

"I .. I .. nooooo ... please?" she sobbed. Then she closed her eyes, feeling
the head of the swollen prick brushed like velvet against her lips. The end of
the pistol barrel was taken from her head, and she thought that her captor was
relenting. She sighed with gratitude, but then a harsh explosion of a shot
fired into the air, deafening her. And the hot muzzle was planted against her
left temple again.

She drew a deep, agonized breath, her eyes blinking several times. The end of
his cock was warm against her trembling lips. With a sigh, she opened her mouth
fractions of an inch at a time, as she felt the warm, slick head of cock
against her tongue. She whimpered as the brutal Viet Cong soldier crammed his
prick against her teeth. Jerkily, her mouth continued to open, until her face
was full of the rubbery prick. The man forcing abuse on her chuckled, then
chattered something in Vietnamese. His companions giggled and crept forward,
the two of them pushing their leering faces close to hers, to watch the young
American girl sucking the cock of their leader.

Sera was keenly aware of several sensations. Her thin, wet panties were being
dragged off over the roundness of her buttocks, and pushed down to her knees.
A finger was nudging around in her pussy, while another hand was rubbing her
body. A hand pushed the cups of her bra upwards, and her conical 34-DD breasts
were in the open, being mauled and squeezed. Her tits shot hot sensations
through her body. And the prick she had in her mouth was beginning to swell,
filling her face, until her jaws were stretched to the aching point. A dark
hand swept down over her face, then a thumb and finger pinched her nostrils
closed.

Sera whimpered and gasped on the thickening, stiffening prick in her mouth,
sobbing for breath. The effort made her suck and swallow on the man's organ,
the head sliding past the curvature and into her throat as she swallowed. She
had no intention of doing anything beyond letting her captor force her to take
his cock into her mouth, but having her nose pinched shut, forced her to
struggle to breathe, thus suck on the dark bulb and the hard shaft.

She tried to push at the hand on her titties, but a nipple was tweaked so
brutally, that she put her hand back on the damp ground. Her neck ached from
being forced in an arc to accommodate the cock in her mouth. Her sense of
humiliation increased, as the man at her head began moving his hips, as he
fucked her mouth. She shuddered with weakness and sickness, as the hard cock
was shoved in and out of her mouth, and down her quivering throat.

Sera's scream was muffled on the cock fucking her mouth. There had been sudden
pain in her anus, as a finger violated her butt hole. In spite of herself, she
relaxed slightly, grateful that she wasn't about to die. After all, why should
they kill her? Wasn't she doing what they wanted? Wasn't she letting the
leader of the band take his pleasure by shoving his ugly, filthy cock in and
out of her mouth? And wasn't she adding to his pleasure by sucking his prick!
Even her tongue was working, slithering along the underside of his hard meat,
as the thick knob on the end sloughed along the softness of her palate and
cascaded into her throat.

Her jaws ached and worked, as the Vietnamese groaned and his pace quickened,
as he steadily fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips pursed in, as
he crammed it into her face, and then pulled it out, as he withdrew, then were
pushed back in again, as he fucked in deep.

The pain had given way to a numb burning in her ass hole, as the man at her
behind steadily plied his finger in and out of her butt. She sobbed and gulped,
grateful that the man fucking her in the face had released her nostrils, so
that she could get a deep breath. She swallowed hard on the plunging cock, and
was aware of an elusive sense of security, frail as it was, when the man
violating her mouth with his prick patted her head, rubbed his hands over her
bare shoulders, almost affectionately.

When the fuck-strokes quickened in her mouth, Sera stiffened with a new
apprehension. He was ramming the head of his prick deeper and more determinedly
into her gullet. A wave of faintness flooded through her, as she fought against
gagging, instinctively knowing what was about to happen.

Then it came with astonishing swiftness. One minute she was being fucked fast
and deep in her mouth, and in the next, all of the Cong's cock was forced down
into her throat, and was shooting its horrid, sticky cum into her stomach
while the man behind her was finger fucking her ass hole as fast as he could
make his finger and hand fly.

Mercifully, Sera was able to gulp down his jizz without gagging. She sighed
deeply, feeling the sac of his gonads, with a sprinkling of crisp hair against
her quivering chin. Oooooh, she should have stayed with her secretarial job at
the insurance company in Wichita Falls, instead of letting herself he recruited
into the WACS, and sent overseas.

The finger up her ass was imbedded deep, and she bowed her back, trying to draw
her rectum off of it. But her tormentor kept it right up inside of her butt,
deep and firm. It made her insides feel so full. 'Oooooh I want to die,' she
thought, as the ebb of jizz pouring into her mouth and down her throat began.
But did she? Why had she relented and sucked the cock, when death had only been
a split second away?

Sera waggled her curved bottom, weaving her butt from side to side in protest
of the finger up her tiny, burning, itching ass hole. She was unaware when it
was withdrawn, but her rear end continued writhing and squirming, and members
of the band giggled lewdly at her display. With a grunt, the Cong leader pulled
his shrivelling prick from her mouth, and slapped her hard, sending her
toppling obscenely onto her back, before the dying fire, and the cruelly
sparkling eyes of her captors, who laughed and pointed at her bared titties
and exposed pussy, the mound adorned by a crown of curly, golden hair. She
couldn't look at them, as she struggled to get her breasts back into the cups
of her bra, and pull up her panties. Then they were on the trail again.



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