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Subject: Vietcong Captive 7/17? (M/f, nc, beast)
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I am not the author. They were written by that prolific writer: - Anon.




                                CHAPTER SEVEN


Hazily, Sera wondered if she hadn't fainted. Captain Percy no longer was
between her quivering legs, his thick, spewing prick no longer slamming into
her hot, dripping hole. The wires were still attached to her turgid nipples,
sending sharp sparks shocking through her. She peered with glazed eyes, as
Truong held the long, shining rod that had been up Percy's ass before her face.
His face was a taut mask of tyranny.

"I don't know anything," she whimpered, panting for breath, her body jerking
spasmodically, as the electricity was cranked into her titties. Her eyes
focused grimly on his hand, as he carefully took the rod from the insulated
wrappings. Her head came up and she writhed, as he pressed the rounded tip
into her navel.

"Aaaggghhhh!" she screamed as lightning flashed into her guts, crashing
downward to explode brutally in her coiling cunny. The new shock produced
almost inhuman pain and excruciating pleasure in her pussy. Sera climaxed
violently, the effort of her cuming sapping her strength. She gasped, wanting
to faint, but the sparking rod he traced all over her taut belly, over her
mound, shocked her to constant consciousness.

Sera screamed in sexual torment, as he laid the bar through her full-lipped
sex-furrow, and she was jolted violently by the rapid turning of the magneto
crank. The inner petals of her vulva seemed to be on fire, and flames seemed
to flash white-hot through her contracting flowing pussy. Mercifully, the
flash of electricity ceasedm and she slumped back onto the crude tabletop. She
thought that she could sleep. Blissfully and deep, if only she were left alone.
But a new terror blossomed like a sick thing in her brain, as she felt the
keen probing. Her head came up, and she stared through the wide valley of her
opulent tits. She saw Truong slowly inserting the thick, long steel bar into
her cunt. All the way up in her to the black insulating tape.

"Aaaaiiiiieeeee, my God, noooooo!" she howled, feeling the steel fill her
pussy. Her scream was ear splitting, as electricity crackled deep in her
drenched pussy. The American officer's copious cum cascaded from her, and
sopped her bulging anus. The forced orgasm was a mixture of pleasure and agony
as her tormentor holding the small generator spun the crank, sizzling
electricity into the tenderest part of her frail body. Her climax was hard and
mind shattering. The pleasure part of her orgasm was so intense, that she could
hardly tolerate it. Each time shocks were flashed into her pussy and her
breasts, her body lurched and writhed and jerked. Her three tormentors giggled
and leered. And Sera no longer had the will or the strength to glare back at
them.

She gasped hopefully, as she felt the steel rod being withdrawn from her
yawning, clutching snatch. But the crank started turning again, as the man
holding the rod began fucking it in and out of her agony-filled twat. Her
snatch expanded, then contracted around the hot, sliding rod, as it flashed
electricity into her. Dully she heard them jabbering, and watched them nod.
The Cong leader leaned over her and wrapped his arms round her thighs, pulling
her legs up high and wide apart.

Sera screamed with apprehension, as the rod was pulled from her cunt and
brutally shoved all the way into her ass hole. She kicked futilely. Then her
body was paralyzed, as the lightning flashed through her bowels. The sound of
the turning crank was a dull whirr in her numb brain, as the rod was fucked in
and out of her rectum, flashing its sparks of torture through her belly to
crash like thunder in her throbbing, exhausted pussy.

Waves of scalding climax ran like a tidal wave through her bowels, and through
her snatch. In spite of her sexual madness, she was aware of the bar being
fucked alternatively up her ass hole, and then into her fluttering twat. And
all the time the magneto was sending needles of fire prickling through her
innards. Gradually the tremors of forced climax became more than she could
stand, and she slipped into a half faint, that the shockings of the instrument
would not revive her. Only vaguely was she aware of being freed. She was half
carried, half dragged from the small cave chamber into the main one.

Dully, she saw the naked figure in the cave look over a shoulder, then slump
back into a statue stillness. The nun still slouched on the dirt floor, the
mongrel dog crouched over her. It sprang forward as Sera was tripped and
sprawled onto the floor, and was all over her, licking and lapping at her
gaping cunt and scalding, itching ass hole.

She tried to twist away, but a foot was planted on her throat, and she was
compelled to submit to being licked in her cunt by the animal. But when it
tried to mount her, belly to belly, the dog was pulled off of her and the
little blonde was permitted to sit up. Through glazed eyes, she watched the
nun, as she was spoken to in French. The Sister stared up at Truong through
hollow, expressionless eyes. When she was menaced with a lash of split bamboo,
she floundered forward onto her hands and knees.

Truong Qui spoke to her again, and she struggled to haul the black voluminous
habit up over her back, baring her ass. She glanced about dully, then began
lurching around, offering her bottom to the beast. Sera glanced at the mongrel,
and turned sick, as she saw the red tip of his peter emerging. The excited dog
quickly moved to the nun's behind, sniffing and licking her deep crack. The
Sister, glancing back, began wagging her milky-white buttocks in invitation
and encouragement. Her back bowed downwards, as she apparently tried to curve
her cunt back to it.

After prancing at her behind a few seconds, the beast flung himself up over
her satiny ass, its paws hooking around her lean middle. The nun lowered her
right cheek to the dirt, and her hands took his paws, so that the claws
wouldn't dig into her soft skin. The mongrel slobbered on her bare back and he
hunched with his smelly cock. The Sister moaned when he got his prick trapped
in her pussy, and he began fucking her. The knob came out from its sheath and
was forced into her pussy. Sera noted that the nun's eyes were glazed, her
breathing harsh and erratic. She held herself very steady, as the animal's
thin sex-cream oozed out of her. She blinked rapidly, as it socked its cock
into her. Sera knew that it was cuming inside of the nun's pussy, shooting its
stinging jizz deep into her.

Sera looked away from the whimpering cooing nun, when the huge woman, the
doctor, waddled in with a small cardboard box. She lifted the lid, and Truong
nodded, grinned, and then pointed at Sera. The gross woman held the box in
front of the blonde's face. Sera recoiled in panic when she saw the small
snake, a little more than a foot long. With the mongrel and the nun locked ass
hole to ass hole by the knob on the dog's cock, Sera was lifted to her feet
and shoved out of the cave, to be thrown back into her cage.


Nearly a week passed, and Sera saw no sign of Captain Percy. She presumed that
the Cong had killed him. Often during the nights she heard hideous, ghoulish
screams, but she recognized none of them as Percy's voice. Then, one night
while she was on her hands and knees, taking a fucking through the bars, and
forced to suck off the cock of a Cong whom she couldn't even see, there was a
flurry of small arms fire off in the distance.

The two men who were pouring their pricks into her cunt and mouth hurried
their vile, depraved actions, deposited their filthy jizz in her, and then
scurried away. For a long time, there was silence in the area. Only the soft
rain showering the dense foliage was heard.

"Hush," a voice came to her, almost indistinctly. "We'll make a break," Captain
Percy said, slinking up to her cage on hands and knees. Her heart hammered
wildly with impatience for the American to unlash a couple of the bars, so that
she could squeeze through them. They fled at an oblique angle to the waning
sound of gunfire. Deep in the brush, Captain Percy halted, holding up the
naked, gasping blonde.

"Christ, you need some clothes," he muttered in a harsh, breathless whisper,
his hands roving over her bare, drenched body in the opaque darkness. "Here,"
he whispered, stripping off the blouse he wore, and helping her into it. Then
they were off again through the trackless jungle, he led her by her hand. To
Sera, it seemed like they had run for hours, the wet brush and tree fronds
whipping her body wetly. Finally, Captain Percy again halted, and he left her
hunkered, shivering with weariness and fright, while he found a place of
refuge.

He led her under some heavy foliage, into an old bomb crater, partly overgrown
by the creeping jungle. For several minutes they sprawled in the ragged hole
that was partly filled with water, panting for breath, waiting for their
heartbeats to return to normal. It was reassuring for Sera to hear his
companionable breathing nearby, but she yearned for closer association with
her rescuer.

"Captain Percy," she said softly, feeling towards him in the dark. "Can I get
closer to you?"

"Slip over here then," he answered. Her fingertips touched his extended hand
and she crept towards him. "You know, we may not make it. We may die here in
this damned jungle. They may track us down and kill us, or take us back."

"Yes," she whispered, cuddling into the crook of his left arm, laying an arm
across his hard middle. Warmth slowly returned to her, and she was glad that
the rain had eased, though water still trickled from the heavy trees overhead.

They could die or be killed. But it would be better than being taken back to
be ravished by members of the Cong troupe. She sighed softly, as his nervous
hand smoothed the wet, stringing hair from her face, and kissed her forehead.
The deep innards of her pussy still tingled from the cock she had pumping into
her not more than an hour before. If they died, no longer would she have to
submit to rampant fucking, nor be forced to suck their obscene, ugly pricks.
Her tremor from a source she couldn't easily analyze shook her, and Captain
Percy's arm closed on her, his hand dangling against her feverish left breast.
Without conscious effort, her left hand caressed across his hard belly, above
the waistband of the pyjama trousers that were, in truth, too large for him.

"Sleep," Captain Percy murmured, his fingers twitching at the outermost jut of
her left tit.

"I couldn't," Sera replied, idly letting her hand drift lower, to his crotch.
She felt him tense, but he remained silent. She had no thought, moral or
otherwise, when her fingers encountered the opening in the crotch of his
trousers, and felt the warm, smooth crown of his prick. The touch of his prick
was electrifying, and there was a sharp twinge in her soppy pussy. "Uuuummmmm,"
she murmured, pushing her hand on into his pants to curl her fist around his
firm meat, that twitched in her grasp.

"If we die, or are killed, that will be the end to this and us," she said,
just a fleeting consideration of her brazenness crossing her mind.

"Yes," the American officer replied, voice taut, slightly choked in the silent
darkness.

"Then, why not?" Sera murmured, turning her face to his, trying to see his
expression, wanting him to kiss her, make her forget the horror of the past
couple of weeks. She worked her hand, and succeeded in working his cock through
the opening. She drew a shallow, painful breath, smelling the wetness and the
warm, musky aroma of his prick.

"They said that they were going to make me do it, but they didn't," she
whispered.

"What?" Percy moaned, as she jacked him off slowly, caressing her thumb over
the slick head of his cock, after she had pressed the foreskin behind the
corona into a rubbery ring.

"This," she sighed, righting herself and leaning over him. For some reason,
she wished it were a little lighter, so she could see the warm, pliant cock
she held in her fist. She opened her mouth and found the pulsing knob of his
cock with her lips and the tip of her tongue. Her pussy twitched, tingled and
itched and burned with more lust than passion, as she sucked quietly on his
blossoming cock-bulb.

"Uuuuuummmmm - hhhhmmmmmmm," she gurgled, her hand jacking him off, her fingers
denting into the thickening shaft of his prick. She gobbled in all of his
prick, kind of revelling in the carnal sensation of a cock growing to full
size in her mouth, and then traveling down her gullet. And she liked it,
loving the taste and fell of a cock in her mouth. She eased off, just savoring
the head of his prick.

"Would you like to fuck me, Captain? I mean it would be okay. I think I would
like you fucking me, even in this dirty, wet, smelly hole in the jungle."

She felt a surge of shame when he didn't reply. "I mean, it's okay, if you
feel like fucking me. See? I have your beautiful prick all nice and hard and
ready to put into my pussy."

Her breathing and pulse quickened, as he struggled to push down his pants,
let his full cock and dangling balls loom in the open. "I don't want to get
you down in the water and mud," he whispered hoarsely. "Do you want to get on
me? Have you ever done it that way, fucked a man by getting on top and riding
him?"

Sera blew her hot sweet breath on the bare end of his prick, as she washed it
with her tongue. "No, but I can try," she answered. "You kind of guide me, and
tell me how to fuck you."

She slipped and sloshed in the mud and water, as she got on top of him. She
could feel his hands holding his gigantic prick. "Lift your bottom as high as
you can, get your pussy up, so I can move my prick, to get it into you."

"Yes," she sighed, putting her hands on his bare shoulders, and rising over
him. She shivered when she felt the wet, sticky head of his prick rub down
across her tummy. "Aaaahhh, yessss," she cooed raggedly, as his thick knob
pressed into her gash.

"A little more, if you can," he murmured. "Just about there, in your sweet
pussy hole."

"Oooohh God yes, let me get your cock inside of me." Sera sobbed softly,
waggling her crotch on his meaty spear. Heat flashes danced through her, as
the head of his cock nudged her entry, and she brought her snatch down,
forcing the knob to pop into her seething, gripping little cunt.

The blonde swept the hem of the pyjama top up around her belly, out of the way,
as she slowly and erratically brought her crotch down on him, taking his
enormous prick deeper and deeper into her aching twat. She stifled a squeal of
pleasure, as the rubbery end of his great dong glided into her, grazing her
cervix and ploughing on towards her womb.

"Hold this thing up out of the way," she said of the loose-fitting blouse.
"Oooohhhh, yesss," she crooned, all the weariness deserting her, as his hands
swept under to find her feverish, swelling boobies.

"Yeesss God, yes! Love my titties, play with them!" she whined, as she braced
herself and began jostling her cuming cunt on his quivering organ. "I love your
cock up in my pussy."

The Cong had taught her that, and she might die soon, and never have had the
pleasure of fucking and and sucking off nice, big, juicy cocks ever again.

"Let's keep fucking, even if they find us," she whispered, hearing a meaty
sloshing of his cock in her famished snatch. To Sera it was doubly pleasurable
and satisfying, fucking his huge cock with no one watching her take it into
her twat. She climaxed sharply, and thought hazily how much more intense her
sexual response would be, if she and the captain both had one of those steel
rods in their ass holes, shocking them to almost unendurable orgasms.



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