From: Kingdom@newsread1.dircon.co.uk
Subject: Vietcong Captive 17/17 (M/F, nc, beast)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories

Usual Disclaimer: These are adult stories and sexual fantasies. If you are
under age or if it is illegal for you to be reading them then please go away
now.

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



                           CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


She idly thought that it was a shame that she would never know the teenager's
name. And what did it matter? After all, they would probably be dead in a
matter of hours. As she docilely accepted another cornholing cock, she watched
as the wire was yanked from the boy's grotesquely swollen prick, and the rod
from his ass hole.

Sera groaned as unwanted passion surged through her guts from the demanding
prick pounding up her ass hole. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that
the youth was being dragged away across the cave. Between jerks, as she
shuddered from the cock slamming into her ass hole, she could see him being
tied to a stake, his hands bound behind him. There was also rope on his ankles
and neck.

Sera choked off a squall of ecstasy from her hot, depraved cornholing, and
stared malevolently at Truoung Qui, who squatted nearby, supervising the tying
up of the American teenager. She could see that he held his hard-on in front
of him in a small, brown hand. There was a conflict in Sera's mind, as she
stared at the long, hard cock that now held so many memories and associations
for her. Truong jacked him off slowly, his face contorted in lust and bestial
cruelty.

"Aaaaaahhh", she growled deep in her throat, her mouth working, and saliva
flowing round her toothless mouth, over her taut lips. In her brain was a
mingling of hate and desire for that nice, plump prick. The prick in her butt
sloshed jizz, flooding her guts. The insides of her pussy squeezed on nothing,
emptily. She eased forward towards Truong Qui. She wasn't restrained by the
man fucking her up her ass, who eased up on her, concentrating on pumping his
final spasms and squirts as deeply as possible into her.

One of Sera's hands reached for Truong's ready, lust-filled cock and the other
shaped around the thick end of the shard of wood, as she eased her head between
Truong's spread knees. She could smell the musky aroma of raw fuck-meat.

She ran a fingertip over the dark, firm cock and glanced up into the Cong
leader's tense, expressionless face, but he seemed to ignore her. She pushed
his fist back, and took the end of his hot, throbbing prick in her fingers,
smearing the sticky sap over the ripe bulb. She shivered as the prick in her
ass hole slipped out with a meaty plop of uncorking her. Glancing sideways,
she became aware of Cong soldiers carrying the broken body of Captain Percy to
another of the stakes, where he too was quickly tied, although slumped half-
alive. It had been so many days, or maybe months ago, that she had seen the
emasculated Captain that she had, unconsciously, discounted him for dead. Yet
here he was, hanging from the second stake, near the teenager. Sera was half
aware that there was still a third stake, empty, and wondered if it was for
her.

"Aaaaahhhh -aiiieeee!" she moaned as strong fingers and broken, filthy
fingernails invaded both her pussy and her ass from behind her. She stretched
her body and blew her breath from her toothless mouth on the dark morsel of
meat tipping the column of Truong's sex. The Cong leader sighed and pushed his
prick into her hand.

"Uuuuummmmmm - Yuuuuummmmmmmm," she purred, pursing her lips over the tip of
his prick, gnawing gently with her gums behind the thick ridge behind the
pointed glans. She crooned softly, tongue working, savouring the flavor of his
salty-sweet cock.

Her ass humped on the fingers up her snatch and rectum as she inhaled, sucking
hard and voraciously on Truong's prick, that emitted a heady flavor. So hot and
firm and tasty. Truong's hands held her face, and she cupped his sagging balls,
mauling and caressing and kneading them. Feeling the pump start in his jizz
fountain, she eased off sucking, just gently tonguing his meaty fuck-post.

When she sensed him backing off, she eased forward, forcing more of his prick
into her spacious mouth. She gulped greedily on the pulsing knob of his cock
as it cascaded into her gullet. Sera pressed his heavy balls back against his
crack, a fingertip probing for his anus.

Truong, his lust and passion mounting, leaned back, sitting on the ground,
resting his weight on stiffened arms. She teased and tickled his ass hole.
"Eeeeiiiii," he wheezed softly, as she worked a finger into his rectum.

"Uuuuuggggguuuummmmm," Sera gurgled, savouring the prick that she was mouth
fucking slowly, deeply into her throat.

Feeling someone behind her, beating the cheeks of her ass urgently, she drew
her knees up, proffering her bottom end. "Aaaaggggghhhhh," she blubbered,
getting fucked in her cunt, then her rectum, then her cunt, then her rectum.
She had the vision of a den of depraved beings, as her passion exploded and
she was cuming in her ass, and in her cunt from the alternating poking. She
stopped her mouth, clenching her gums on Truong's vibrant prick, sucking her
cheeks in against the pole of flesh as she concentrated on her orgasm.

The vile prick in her mouth oozed sweet, succulent honey and she began fucking
it again with her mouth, gulping the delicious knob into her throat. God, she
thought, forgive me, the way I'm enjoying being fucked in the twat, and in the
butt. She slurped her lips on the shaft, devouring him, a thumb pushing his
bag up, so that she could get one of his balls in her vacuuming mouth.

Her brain was feverish for a minute, thinking of escape, and being pretty
again. But she knew, sickeningly that it would never happen, would never be.
In time, a short time, the three of them would be dead. The odor of death in
her mind was just as intense in the stuffy cave, as the fragrance of sex and
fucking and sucking cock.

Again she eased off the Cong leader's blow job as the prick of the guy riding
her rump drummed into her twin holes. How death would come she didn't know,
but it was here, in this dank, stuffy hole in the side of a hill.

Sera sighed in resignation and relief and sorrow, and a renewed sense of
humiliation and hatred, as the cock cornholing and fucking her began gushing
her full of its foul jizz.

"My last cum," she mumbled around Truong's prick, as she resumed fucking him
off with her tender mouth. Cuuuuumm, she thought, I'm ready for you to shoot
my face full of your filthy, animal jizz. And Truong snickered, as he raced
towards depraved climaxing in her mouth. Gently she eased her finger from the
Cong chieftain's ass hole, and pushed forward with her other hand. She groped
and found her target, just as a pistol barked loud and ugly in the closeness
of the cave.

There was a scream, shrill, and unreal, and final. She could smell the sweet
muskiness of sexuality and the acrid burning of gunpowder that she could now
taste in her nostrils. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the
youth was now dead.

There was another gunshot, and Captain Percy lurched in his bonds to one side
of her. He too had been blown away in a splattering of blood. Sera chewed down
hard, and sucked deeply on the cock that was just then gushing jizz of the
bestial, stinking Cong leader down her throat. She wondered if he had signalled
for the shooting to match the timing of his orgasm down her gullet, and she
thrust hard.

The scream started soft and surprised, then was shrill and filled with agony
and pain, and the unbelievable realization of dying. Her gums clenched down
like a vice on the prick, before it could shrink, shutting off the flow of
jizz. Truong flopped helplessly. Sera had got him.

The long, sharp shard of wood had gone true up his ass hole. She felt the
surge of blood on her fist, and thrust it in hard again. She twisted and pried
the piece of stake.

There was more blood, she had opened him up. Blood gushed against her chin.
Another ram with the large splinter of wood. Something slimy and cringing,
entrails, washed against her relentless, angry fist when she jabbed again. A
gloating, stinging song of victory filled her head. Truong was dying.

She never heard the staccato bark of the machine pistol that tore her ass hole
to bits, shattered her spine, and blasted the still pretty young American girl
into a merciful death.



-- 
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/----http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html