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Fortunes of War
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
Giselle is captured by the Vietcong and then sold to a
travelling circus. What follows is her account of how
she won her freedom. (MMF, asian, exh, nc, v, beast)
***
Packed earth crunched beneath her hands and knees. Her
torn and ravaged body shuddered and continued to leak
the cumulative essences of hers and the horse’s sexual
organs. She stayed quite still, head hanging down and
reeling, waiting for the strength to return enough so
that she could once again stand, once again look up and
study the faces of the crowd.
Her lover was being led away by his halter. The animal
had no more interest in her now that he had fulfilled
his need. All that remained of the grey stallion was
the semen that trickled from between her ruined lips
and the puddle that formed on the floor and soaked into
the bare earth. His discarded cock ring had rolled to
the edge of the arena and rested against the low
barrier between her and the audience.
After what seemed forever, Giselle raised her head and
slowly observed the crowd that circled the ring of
earth where she had been the primary performer. Hushed
as they were, she could still hear their murmurs, she
could almost hear them express the incredulity of what
they had witnessed. Their collective silence was
deafening in its solidity.
Blank faces stared back at her, some concern was shown
as if to wonder how it felt to have so much of the
beast inside her, forcing her body to accept his
massive cock and then the copious seed. Mostly though,
it was shock that registered on the men and women who
had paid so much to be entertained.
A flunky brought Giselle a towel and a plain shift to
wear so that her nakedness could be cleaned and
covered. What did it matter? These strangers had seen
Giselle in minute detail, they had watched as she went
through the repertoire for the evening. Her skin was of
no concern to them now. Neither was her well being,
other than to see she survived the onslaught.
The rain started with a copper coin that landed with a
small puff of dusty earth in front of her. Then a
steady stream of silver coins and bills followed,
fluttering like ticker tape or drops of silver rain.
Giselle was to get her money after all. She would be
able to buy her freedom and get back to the states. She
collected her accolades and tributes clutching it all
to her chest and running to the exit of the makeshift
theatre. The crowd cheered when she stood, it was
probably in disbelief that a human body could actually
come through a fucking as she had.
Later that night, Giselle had time to reflect on her
recent fortunes and misfortunes. She, and part of her
company, had been captured by enemy soldiers while out
on a recon sortie. Her Sergeant had warned them all
that capture was going to cost their lives, rescue
would not be possible and Uncle Sam would deny all
knowledge of them. It was an acceptable risk and just
part of the job.
Intelligence, even in modern warfare, was paramount and
someone had to get it. Giselle and three others had
been picked and been unlucky to have been discovered,
despite their special training. She had not seen or
heard of the others since her capture. She didn’t
believe they were alive. She was free now, liberated
from the enemy and going back to the US of A at last.
She lay in her cot, looking up at the mosquitoes that
ringed the single hurricane lamp that was her only
source of heat and light. She had eaten sparingly, not
wanting to fill her stomach after the pounding she had
taken. Light-headedness was the result. Her mind played
back the scenes of her captivity, providing first hand
visual images that played, non-stop behind her eyes.
The Charlies treatment of her had been rough. From her
capture and joke trial, Giselle had had to submit to
countless rapings. Many men had violated her body,
using her, as a receptacle for their filthy cum.
Getting fucked in her arse, cunt or mouth had become
such a commonplace event, and her mind had shut it all
away. But, a small voice always held faith that she
would, one day, get away from the little yellow men.
That voice prayed that she would be able to remain
disease free while her throat accepted yet another wad
of Charlie dribble or her anus accommodated a filthy
cock. She had been either very lucky not to have
contracted something or had developed an immunity to
the disease making microorganisms. Either way, apart
from the almost constant dysentery, she had stayed
healthy, no thanks to her captors.
She remembered the first rape. Three officers had
dragged her out of the bamboo cage she had been forced
to squat in. It was day two of her capture and Giselle
had lost her sense of bearings. Half starved, totally
naked and weak from little water, she was hardly aware
of them pulling her out of the prison. The officers
gave her water and sat her in a folding chair opposite
the door and facing the imperious, silent stares of the
three men. The cool water revived her a little, enough
for her to observe the radio equipment and maps that
covered the only other piece of furniture.
A sharp slap to her cheek shocked her into attention.
Her hands were grasped and tied behind her through the
wooden slats of the chair. They began shouting at her,
firing questions and pacing around her, but she
understood nothing of their interrogation. Giselle had
not had time to learn the local language. She could
read some of the hieroglyphs that formed their written
words, but the spoken word had eluded her apart from
the usual good morning, thank yous and so on.
The interrogation soon became farcical. She repeated
her name, rank and number again and again, even when a
twig switch was lashed across her bare breasts or back.
Giselle could not have given them any information, even
if she wanted to or knew anything, they simply could
not understand her or she them. The three men raped her
in turn, egging each other on. They all ejaculated in
her mouth and slapped her for spitting their seed out.
This was the first of many attempts to get her to talk.
Inevitably, she would be stripped of any clothing she
had found, fingered and fucked by the three of them. At
first her mind screamed out at the violations, but
after a few days, she became accustomed to the rhythm
of their sessions and hardly felt their degrading
attempts at screwing her. The only time her brain
recoiled during this period was when the General fucked
her anally and then forced his cock in her mouth to
finish. The smell of him and her made her wretch and
throw up all over his genitals. She nearly died from
the beating he administered.
After two weeks, she was unceremoniously dragged from
the cage and forced to march for several days, only
stopping for meals and drink breaks. Beyond the point
of exhaustion, she arrived in a new camp and was thrown
into a rush hut and chained to a link in the floor. Her
body and mind gave up at that point. She later found
out that she had slept, semi-comatose, for three whole
days.
The interrogations at the new camp took on a new slant;
the officers spoke English and had specific questions
about the usual things, numbers of troops, movement,
deployment and infrastructure. Giselle held out for a
while, but a combination of drugs and beatings broke
her in the end. She had nothing to tell them that they
didn’t already know. She was given over to the soldiers
for entertainment.
Giselle suffered thousands of rapes during the next few
months. As many as thirty of the little shit eaters
would take advantage of her every day. The muscles of
her anus became slack from the constant abuse; she
learned to control her bowels from a place much further
inside than normal. Semen swallowing lost its horror
and her cunt hardly responded to the ministrations of
fingers, cocks or bottles. Her periods ceased. But,
still that little voice kept her sane and Giselle just
knew she would survive.
Eventually, the Vietcong broke camp and departed,
melting into the jungle as if they had never been
there. Giselle was left with the poor peasants who had
suffered almost as much as she during their occupation.
These people had been the recipients of sever
treatment. Their recent captors were little better than
the officers of the Khmer-rouge who killed for no more
reason than a casual glance.
Giselle began making plans for the long trek back to
friendly territory. It took time to accumulate the bear
necessities for an extended hike through hostile
jungle. At last, her meagre possessions were gathered
and Giselle was ready to go. Fate had plans for her
though.
The head villager sold her. He sold her with out
telling her to a Turk called Sake, who travelled
unmolested through the territories of hostile and
friendly camps. Taking with him, his travelling circus
of freaks and horrors of the war. Burned and disfigured
children, amputees and curios formed his retinue, all
of whom had to perform or be left to starve. Both sides
looked forward to his visits and welcomed him into
their midst. Giselle was worth two goats.
The first two weeks hadn’t been bad. Giselle was left
to fend for the less able bodied. Feed and cloth them,
look after their needs and generally recuperate from
her ordeals. She found that regular meals had started
to fill her emaciated body out with flesh. Her pallor
returned and she became quite fit again. Sake, the Turk
Circus boss, had noticed her return to health and set
his mind to appraising her worth and usefulness.
His limited English was only a little barrier when he
explained that she would have to earn her keep. He was
singularly unimpressed when she told him about the
needs of the others. His dismissive reply was that if
they died or whatever, he could just replace them,
wasn’t as if there was any shortage of human carnage
around. She became the troupes whore. When they stopped
at a village, a tent would be erected slightly separate
from the main one. Giselle was to entertain a never-
ending stream of visitors, both male and female. Her
reward was a continued existence.
Screwing seemed to be the local popular pastime. Apart
from running away or fighting the enemy, the little
fuckers screwed the day away it seemed to her. Giselle
became just another cunt and the men soon lost the
added interest that she was a westerner. They argued
about the price, eventually, they stopped coming to the
tent. Sake decided that Giselle had to do something
else to earn her passage. He hit upon a brilliant idea.
From some place, he had acquired a military message
dog.
He suggested that Giselle should fuck the dog as an
entertainment for his patrons. She received a harsh
beating at her refusal. The beating Giselle could take,
but the denial of food was a much more serious affair.
She held out for a week, stealing titbits from some of
the others, but she soon started to become weak.
Eventually, it was either fuck the dog or die. That was
her choice and she could take or leave the offer. Her
hatred for the Turk grew to know no bounds. She had to
do it.
Magnanimously, Sake allowed her a few days to recover
from her enforced starvation. He remarked that she
should get to know the dog while she had some time.
Giselle had owned a dog before she joined up, but this
brute was a completely different proposition.
He was what is popularly known as a Heinz fifty-seven.
Made up of many breeds and interbreeds. His ancestry
would never have made the, whose who, of canine sires.
Although not a large dog, he had a squat strength that
belied his size coupled with a meanness and belligerent
personality. It took a few days for Giselle to get
anywhere near him and a few more to convince the dog
that she wasn’t there to take his food or belt him.
Eventually, she gained his trust.
At the next village, she and Brute, her name for him,
were to be the star turns. The audience turned up
desperate for some relief from the war and filled the
tent in anticipation. Their jeered and catcalled at the
usual places. Screaming out insults to the various
turns. All too soon, it was Giselle and Brute’s spot in
the centre. The crowd brayed and sneered as she entered
the arena. Missiles of rice and other foods rained down
on them until Sake announced their turn with a brief
description of what they were about to witness.
Neither Giselle nor Brute knew how to start. She
stripped and called the dog to her, trying to get him
to lick her nakedness. He seemed bemused and wanted to
escape the spotlight.
Eventually, after much coaxing, her gave her a
perfunctory lick. The crowd gasped in unison and Brute
stepped away, intimidated by the audience. It was like
teasing them. Brute would step up to her and give her a
sniff or a lick, then move away, but each time spending
a little more time as he became less worried about the
people. Giselle lay on a table draped with a cloth and
got the dog to give her a thorough tongue-lashing. The
audience went wild and cheered.
That was it really; Giselle’s first attempt at
bestiality was only Brute, lashing her cunt with his
tongue. Neither of them got any pleasure form the
experience, but the spectators loved every second of
the spectacle. Their fame preceded them and subsequent
stops at villages brought out just about everyone,
including the kids and mothers. Sake was pleased at his
increased revenue, but, as with many people, he got
greedy and wanted more. Secretly, Giselle thought it
gave him a thrill to watch. He never seemed to get
involved with women or show any interest in them.
Sake was becoming a rich man on the earnings of Giselle
and Brute’s shows. But, as so often is the case, it
wasn’t enough. He wanted more and wouldn’t be satisfied
until he got it. I want the dog to fuck you, he
announced one day between shows. I want him to fuck
you, in front of the audience. Imagine their reaction,
it will be great. Giselle thought about her answer
before she replied. She had long since given up about
caring what people saw of her.
Her abuse at the hands of these people had driven any
feelings of decorum from her. It had got to the stage
almost, that she thought of herself as, just so much
meat, and worth nothing and only good for
entertainment, either as a spectacle or a fuck hole for
anyone who wanted her. Her primary concern was to
survive, first and foremost, then to escape back to
life, her ultimate goal.
Her answer, when it came, was the first step to
freedom, but neither of them saw it that way. I will do
it, but on one condition. Sake wasn’t used to his
subjects exacting conditions of performance, but went
along with it to see what she would say. I want a share
of the profits. He was stunned. Then, he laughed aloud
and held on to his guts as if they were about to drop
out. You want what? A share? Are you off your head?
Her icy reply shut him up. If I do not get a share,
then I will refuse to participate in any further shows.
His equally icy reply was spat in her face. Then, you
will die. You will die of starvation because your pay
is the food I give you. Giselle shrugged and walked
away from him.
For the next two weeks, she lived off of scraps the
other performers saved for her. True to his word, Sake
provided nothing for her. But, he had a problem. His
audience wanted to see the white girl being used by the
dog. Without that little fillet to the show, they soon
dwindled in numbers. Seeing people who carried the
scars of warfare were an everyday occurrence to them.
They didn’t really want to be reminded of the horrors
that were on the other side of the canvas.
Eventually, Sake had to give in, but felt some
satisfaction with the deal that was struck. She was to
get a very small proportion of the takings, while he
was going to increase in stature. Giselle needed to
recoup some of her health first. The deprivation of
food had taken a toll on her, but it would be a
temporary thing.
Then it was the first night. It hadn’t been announced,
just in case the dog refused. The show started with the
usual acts performing feats of almost super-human
agility given that they were so badly disfigured or
injured. Then, it was Giselle’s turn. Brute came to her
readily enough and gave the audience the benefit of
seeing his huge tongue lap Giselle’s cunt.
Their applause and gasps turned to shouts of
encouragement when Giselle turned over and presented
Brute with her rear. It took some coaxing, but he got
the idea after a while and, in a halfhearted attempt,
mounted her. As a sex act, it was a long way from
successful, but the crowd didn’t know that. All they
could see was this white girl getting fucked by the dog
and they loved every second of the performance.
And so the troupe went on and the shows continued.
Brute got better at doing the girl, but somehow, didn’t
get his cock inside Giselle, it just looked as if her
did and Giselle made it seem all the more real with her
screams and head thrashing.
They came to a remote village and set up. The audience
turned up as usual and seated themselves in a circle to
wait for the show to begin. Giselle did her thing with
Brute’s tongue going at her, and then spun over for the
finale. Brute climbed on her back and started to hump
her, but one of the villagers decided to give the dog a
helping hand. He rushed into the centre and before
either Giselle or Sake could respond, he had grabbed
the dog’s hips and shoved Brute glistening cock,
straight into Giselle’s waiting cunt.
The effect on Brute was immediate. For the first time,
he had actually connected with her and he fucked
Giselle as if she was his bitch in heat. His hips
pistoned into her in a blur of movement. Driving his
cock deep into her body until the dog climaxed with a
howl of triumph. Giselle was left on her hands and
knees, dog semen dripping from her and her own come
down after an orgasm that had shocked her into
submission.
She could not believe what had happened. She was
shocked that her body had wanted and enjoyed the
fucking it had taken from the dog. She was both ashamed
and elated and wanted to crawl from the arena. The
crowd went nuts and screamed for more, but Giselle had
had enough for one night.
Sake was delirious with happiness. He paid Giselle a
little extra for the performance and gave her an
additional helping of rice and vegetables. She needed
the sustenance.
Her nightly performances took a new turn. Brute had
become adept at aiming his thick cock and scored almost
every time. As they became more used to each other,
their performances took on an added intensity. Giselle
would thrust her self back on the dog’s cock and fuck
the dog as he fucked her.
It had to happen one night though. They locked.
Giselle’s body allowed Brute to slip his knot into her
and the dog went frantic in his efforts to impregnate
what he thought of as his bitch. It took twenty minutes
for them to relax enough to let go of each other.
Giselle wasn’t sure why, but the scene took Sake over
the edge and her fucked her as she knelt.
The show ran for six months. Giselle got fucked nearly
every night by the dog. Her savings were carefully
hoarded and squirreled away under a board in one of the
wagons that Sake used to transport the circus. Brute
died. He chased a small animal into the scrub and
stepped on a land mine. It was a serious blow to the
troupe. No other dogs were around to take Brute’s
position.
Giselle wanted her freedom and began to badger Sake.
She had developed a new gig with a snake. It wasn’t
quite as successful as it had been with the dog, but it
kept her and the circus on the road.
But, she was badgering Sake for her freedom and asked
how much he wanted from her as payment. His answers
were always vague until one day, when she forced him
into submission. She had an idea, but would only do it
if he gave his word that she could gain her freedom in
return.
So it was agreed, Giselle would fuck a horse, giving
the performance of her life. In return Sake would let
her go and make more money in one night, than he had in
all the years he had been running his freak show. She
suggested that they stop and advertise the event. She
advised Sake, Let them come to us, but make sure
everyone hears about it.
They set a date and began to prepare the show. Brush
and scrub was cut away in a circle. The earth that was
to be the performance arena was compacted by stamping
and beating with a heavy log and a low barrier of thorn
was erected to keep the audience from stampeding into
the arena. Giselle made a leather cock ring to fit the
horse. She wanted to be certain that she received no
internal injury.
The day arrived and so did the audience. Each face had
an air of expectancy. They spoke in excited whispers
while patiently waiting for the show to begin.
Giselle had chosen the small grey stallion that pulled
the water cart. His disposition was calm and he and her
had always got on well.
While the cast prepared the horse, Giselle started her
act with a snake. She inserted the reptile into her
cunt and pretended to fuck herself with it. The crowd
liked what they saw, but had come to see something
else. The applause was only half-hearted when she
feigned an orgasm and pulled the snake from her body.
One of the other performers came and took the almost
dead snake away.
The horse was brought into the arena. Although it was
used to people, it wasn’t used to being the centre of
attention. Its eyes rolled and fear showed in the
nervous hesitancy as it was led into the arena. Giselle
rose from the elevated dais she had been performing on
with the snake and went to horse to calm him. She blew
gently into his nostrils and whispered while she
stroked his powerful neck.
And now, ladies and Gentlemen, announced Sake, the main
event, the one you have all waited for, we proudly
present Giselle and Hero. What you are about to witness
is the pinnacle of human and beast love. For your
enjoyment, please remain seated at all times and please
be quiet. This is a dangerous feat, one that requires
complete silence and concentration. Giselle and Hero.
The audience clapped and then settled to watch what had
been billed as the ultimate experience.
Giselle brought the stallion to the centre ring and
continued to whisper and calm him. Her hands stroked
and soothed the animal until he overcame his
trepidation of the silent crowd.
Giselle lay on the dais and clicked her tongue in
encouragement. Hero walked forward enough for her to
grasp his halter and pull his nose down to her naked
mound. The scene had an erotic effect, but was really
done by way of familiarisation. By offering her scent,
the horse would feel less intimidated. He lowered his
nostrils and took her aroma in. To Giselle’s amazement,
he licked her mound with a tongue that she would have
died for in another life. He was completely settled now
and oblivious of the audience.
Giselle arose and began to stroke the animal from his
shoulders downwards, working towards his flanks and
under belly. Gradually, she travelled to his sheathed
cock, taking care all the time to talk to the animal to
keep him calm. Giselle grasped his cock and gently
massaged the length until it began to grow and emerge
from its protective haven. Hero seemed to like the
sensation of her hands stimulating his cock and quite
soon had a raging hard-on. The mushroom shaped head was
now fully extended and ready for whatever was to
happen.
Giselle knelt to one side of the horse and opened her
mouth. The audience took a collective breath in
anticipation while Giselle took a breath and then,
slowly and seductively, took Hero’s cock head into her
waiting mouth. She could manage only an inch or two,
but as far as the audience were concerned, it may as
well have been all of his eighteen inches. They gasped
in unison at the sight of this white woman swallowing a
horse’s dick.
Giselle wanted to give them a performance they would
never forget, one that would induce then to throw money
down so that she could at last, escape from this
nightmare she had been living in for so long. She
sucked and worked on Hero’s cock, making the horse
shudder and begin to fuck her face, getting ever nearer
to his climax. It was going to take some careful
timing; she wanted the horse to give her some of his
seed, but not enough for the animal to be spent.
Giselle took him from her mouth and tongue tipped the
end, paying special attention to the opening that
pretty soon would shoot horse cum in her mouth and then
later, in her cunt. Hero settled back from his
impending climax, but the veins in his shaft were
standing out and his whole length was throbbing. It was
quite a feat to keep him from humping to a finish.
She reached under the dais and took out a cock ring she
had made especially for this occasion. The purpose was
to prevent the animal from forcing himself too far into
her and causing physical damage. Giselle estimated that
her body would accommodate no more than twelve inches
before she was in danger of internal injury. The
leather sheath slipped over Hero’s cock head and
nestled snugly at the base. The raised flange would
protect her and also give her something to be able to
control him with.
Giselle went back to work with her mouth, intent on
getting him to shoot a little of his juice. She sucked
him and massaged his cock at the same time, feeling the
horse’s climax near. The cock ring had an added bonus;
his cock became so engorged with blood that the ring
started to constrict. It effectively delayed the
stallion’s climax and gave Giselle the freedom to be
able to put on the show of a lifetime.
At last, Hero could stand the ministrations no longer.
She felt him begin to buck In the final throes of
climax. She took his head from her mouth and held to
end just above her waiting mouth. As she had planned, a
thick, hot stream of cum shot from the distended cock
head and into her throat. The audience gasped again and
lent forward as one, to better see what she was doing.
Giselle made a show of swallowing some of his juice and
then, letting the rest dribble down her milk white
throat and over her breasts.
The crowd made no sound. Giselle knew she had then
enthralled and were in the palm of her hand. It was
time for the finale. Although Hero had cum, it wasn’t a
full release of his seed. Giselle had timed it
perfectly and allowed only a partial climax. She gabbed
his cock again and began to work him off, getting him
to the point and ready to fuck properly. When she
judged that he was ready, she turned her body and
placed herself under him in the classic doggy position.
By holding Hero’s cock and gradually stepping forward,
she was able to rest her body on the raised dais. Hero
reared and found purchase for his front feet on the
dais. Now he was in the right position and began to
buck his hips in earnest. Giselle had to be careful
that he didn’t lose it too soon; she wanted the horse
cock inside her. She had to help him find her cunt
entrance by guiding him, but once he was positioned, he
did the rest himself and slid all that the cock ring
would allow into her body.
He bucked and lifted Giselle off the floor. Then again
and again, he fucked her, lifting her of the floor, the
flange of the cock ring banged against her cunt lips
and slapped her clit mercilessly. Giselle felt herself
begin to reach her own climax. She had almost forgotten
what it felt like. Sexual pleasure had been so long ago
and was, she thought, lost to her after the treatment
she had experienced at the hands of her captives.
Hero’s thrusts were becoming regular and insistent. She
could feel his cock stiffening inside her body; she
could feel the suction caused by the mushroom shaped
head as it worked its way in and out of her; she could
feel the rising heat of her sex and then, she orgasmed
in an explosion of carnal lust. Wave upon wave of
pleasure ripped through her. Giselle fucked back on
Hero’s rigid tool until she screamed her second climax.
Hero kept thrusting, becoming more urgent as he neared
the culmination of the act. Giselle managed to work her
hand between her legs and found her clit. The effect of
her fingertips and the leather flange slapping against
her, took her into another orgasm that ripped through
her body.
Hero gave an almighty thrust, which took her of her
feet completely. He screamed and shot his white-hot
seed deep into Giselle. He thrust again and forced his
cum into her belly, which became distended from the
amount of fluid that was being pumped into her.
Finally, it was over. Hero dismounted and his cock slid
from her, but not before he had pulled her bodily from
the dais and onto the floor while they were still
connected. The ring slid from his penis and rolled to
the edge of the arena. One of the serving flunkies
entered the hushed arena and grasped Hero’s halter and
led him away.
The fluids of their bodies ran down her legs and pooled
at her knees. She was exhausted and hardly had the
strength to remain kneeling in the packed earth. The
crowd sat stunned at the spectacle, then a few copper
coins rained down around her, followed by notes. She
eventually reclaimed enough strength back and bowed to
the audience. They went wild and threw even more money
into the pit.
Giselle made enough from the thrown gratuities to buy
her freedom. There wasn’t a lot left, but this she gave
to one or two of the others who had been kind to her
while she had been with them. Giselle didn’t need the
money to get back to friendly lines and safety.
She was given a guide who had been at the performance.
He politely didn’t comment on what she had done. But
helped her to concoct a plausible story for her de-
brief while he led her through the jungle. Giselle left
the Army as soon as she was able and disappeared from
society. The villagers still take about the white woman
who fucks horses. There was some talk of an American
woman who had set up somewhere in the delta, but
nothing was really known of her.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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