Goldman had been hit, she knew, her rifle rising as she glimpsed a rifle barrel poking around a building, three quick rounds sending it jerking back; her job was to cover Saks as he dragged Goldman to cover and Solomon as he radioed their predicament.

Bullets laced wall above her head, and her gun jerked in her hands as it swung around, the recoil comforting as her fire chased away a sniper on a remote rooftop. Their position was untenable, and she quickly motioned for her companions to fall back, even as she moved down the alley herself, cursing her luck and the Palestinians.

She took up rear-guard, her brown eyes hating the maze of streets which hid death and maiming everywhere she looked. She could hear the mob yelling its rage and its encouragement to the gunmen, a quick tick of her neck sending her short brown hair away from her forehead, her sharp Jewish features strained.

He stuck his head cautiously around the corner, and lost half of it as her bullet sheared through his skull, dropping him instantly. Bullets ripped futilely around her position, a mistake revealing their location, three of them, she knew, her lithe body tensing as she made for an alley between a rock wall and a house, figuring that enough time had gone by for the others to get to safety, and now it was her turn.

She cursed inwardly as she saw the mob seemingly appear at the end of alley, and she straightened, her rifle poised, as they saw her, sending rocks flying in her direction. Bullets kicked up dirt at the feet of the mob, sending some back, but more came forward, yelling, screaming, hating, rocks falling short as she strode forward, toward the mob, away from the death of the snipers.

Movement from above and a quick glance saw a hail of stones; she jerked her rifle above her head as they struck her, staggering her even as they bounced off the slight protection of her rifle, her body instinctively crouching, her head bowed, and then lights as one struck her head, and she was down on her hands and knees, her gun still in her grip but useless as she stared, groggy, at the ground, the roar in her head louder than the roar of the mob racing toward her, overwhelming her as she tried to raise her rifle, kicking her, beating her, tearing at her, ripping her gun from her hand.

She felt death then, but the hatred became a need to punish, to hurt, and the hands tearing at her, the roar of a maddened crowd, lifted her, staggering, to her feet, faces twisted in hatred and wrath everywhere she looked, spitting on her, spinning her around, striking her face, bruising the sharp, handsome features, striking her body. Someone tore at her shirt, and it ripped, falling off an olive-skinned muscled shoulder.

Other hands grabbed the shirt, spinning her around again, ripping it from her body as she was buffeted by the mob surrounding her, helpless to defend herself. She saw they eyes of the men around her glow as they saw her strong, flat stomach, her smooth skin, her breasts straining at the cloth bra which held them to her chest.

She cursed and tried to fight as she was lifted off her feet, held horizontal to the ground by innumerable hands as they stripped her nude, and she heard voices from the mob cry out, "kill the Israeli bitch," "hurt her," flail her," "fuck her," "fuck her," the sounds merging into an animal roar as she twisted futilely in their grasp, her arms and legs held tightly, suspending her lithe, nude, squirming form three feet above the ground.

"Give it to her give it to her," she heard and saw one of them holding her gun pointing straight at her crotch, then slamming forward against her cunt, pain making her scream and spasm as others rushed her body, hands gripping her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her hair, pulling and pinching and twisting, tormenting her flesh in their frenzy. She howled again as her rifle bore down against her cunt, ripping the tender flesh as it slid into her sheath, the metal still warm from firing, to slam hard into her cervix.

A howl of triumph rose from the crowd as they saw her penetrated, her own weapon driving into her defenseless body as their dirty nails scratched furrows of blood into her breasts and stomach and thighs, the pain making her thrash hopelessly in their grasp. Endorphins and adrenaline rushed through her blood, each second of her rape drawn out in the moment, only to flash by faster than she could follow, the pain her only guide as her lean, strong body was abused by her tormentors.

The fingers at her breasts were a searing pain, the fleshy mounds being torn from side to side, her nipples tormented by sharp, jagged, fingernails, leaving bloody marks on her smooth skin as they fought over her breasts and stomach and thighs, pain which made her twist maniacally, pain which was nothing as her rifle tore again into her cunt to thud agonizingly against her pelvis, tearing a howl of pain from her body.

Again and again the rifle tore through her ripped cunt- flesh, pounding her cervix mercilessly, the howl of the mob filled with a murderous lust as they abused her body, her eyes glazing from the pain and the shock as the rifle was ripped forcefully from her cunt, a thin trail of blood leaking from her ravished orifice.

She grunted as hands gripped her hips and her legs were pulled up, a cock driving suddenly into her cunt, hips slamming against hers brutally as her rapist began fucking her violently, hatefully, each stroke a weapon making her shrink in on herself, the agony of the hands tearing at her breasts increasing as he dominated her body.

Her head hung limply from her body, jerking back and forth as her body surged on its own accord from the pain it was subject to, her mind swirling in a vertigo of humiliation and self-loathing. To be captured, to be raped, by these animals: she shuddered inwardly each time his hips met hers, the pain in her cunt an aching, searing agony, her cervix throbbing with the abuse it had taken.

She screaming in denial as she felt him come inside her, to be replaced by another, and then another, her body twisting and thrashing and squirming and thrashing in the bondage of their grip, her mind screaming and screaming continuously as the punishment never seemed to end.

And then she felt a cock press against her ass, and another part of her shriveled as pain blossomed in her anus as he drove his cock deep into her bowels, hitting and cursing her as he fucked her ass hard, hurting her with each stroke, loving the pain he was causing her, the way her body jerked with each thrust, her muscular thighs quiver and strain as he pumped into her, her breasts stretch and bleed at the tearing hands, her stomach heave in revulsion at her rape.

He came quickly into her ass, but more followed him into her writhing body, some using her ass, some her cunt, all hurting her, abusing her, sending her mind to scream in pain and humiliation. It seemed to go on forever, her mind trapped in a piece of flesh being used so cruelly, come and blood dripping from her loins to splatter against the hard ground, her flesh a screaming layer of raw nerves scratched raw, her breasts mounds of agony.

Suddenly her whole body jerked, and a dull pain in her groin followed. Again, and she looked down at her battered body, marveling at its obscene grotesqueness, blood and dirt and come smearing it. Again her body shook and this time she screamed, her mind finally registering a fist striking her cunt. Again a man punched her cunt, and again, each time rewarded by a scream. Then he held it there and pushed into her, forcing her flesh of her gaping, used, abused cunt inward, a moaning howl rising from her throat as her cunt stretched wider and wider.

She felt something rip and blood wash over his hand as it slid into her abused cunt channel, her scream echoing throughout her mind as he rammed his fist deep into her cunt, pounding against her cervix. He began punching her, his hand buried in her cunt, slamming it against her cervix again and again, her body jerking like a puppet as her abused her, her moaning, keening wailing suddenly cut short as another man grabbed her head and shoved his cock deep into her throat, making her whole body spasm as it gasped for air, her mind trying to shut down from the fear and the pain of her rape and the panic of not having any air.

Her throat spasmed again and again around her rapist's cock, sending him quickly over the edge to spill his seed deep into her belly, and then another one replaced him in her mouth, fucking her face violently, relentlessly, even as her body still shook from the pounding her cunt was taking.

Blackness began sweeping her vision as the agony of the fist fucking she was getting combined with the rape of her throat cutting her oxygen off. She gulped in a great gasp of air as the man in her throat pulled out, screaming again as the fist rammed her pelvis, blood from her ripped cunt dripping onto the ground, come spattering against her face before another cock filled her throat, gagging her, choking her.

Another fist was pressing against her anus, and her throat vibrated in helpless agony around the cock in it as she was stretched to the breaking point, warmth filling her bowels as the skin around her anus tore, her whole body spasming in agony as the fist drove mercilessly into her bowels to join the fist in her cunt. The worked with a rhythm, filling her full of their violence and hatred as they pounded into her defenseless body as other men used her throat. Her mind seemed to snap then, the pain receding slowly, like a train disappearing into a tunnel.

It was as if some barrier had been passed, her mind reacting to her body's torment, a body obscenely coated in come and blood and dirt, her breast bloody, torn mounds, her muscular body still straining and sweating in pain against her tormentors, her groin grotesquely jutting two arms which pounded into her helpless body, by taking her beyond pain until she her body was a single nerve, quivering at the hands of her tormenters, every touch, every thrust, every hurt an sensation which tore through her mind, no longer pain, no longer describable.

Teeth met her swollen bloody clit and worried it, making her body scream into the cock in its throat as she spasmed, her mind exploding into lights of pure, overwhelming feeling and every hurt, every pain, every agony seemed to ball up inside her, her body quivering uncontrollably as the men drove their fists deep into her struggling body, pounding into her, teeth bloodying her clit, tearing at it as if to bite it off.

She howled silently as come poured down her throat and she came, her body almost jerking from the hands holding it by the force of her orgasm, an orgasm which was a bright pulsing light rushing at her from the end of a tunnel, making her whole body throb with pleasure as it neared, her mind awash in ecstasy as she plunged into it, her senses lost to the world, registering ungodly ecstasy and peace, her body forgotten as it bucked and thrashed in the hands of her tormentors.

She didn't know what happened next, but when she came to, a soldier, Solomon, was pulling a body from atop her, and her mind recognized that he was calling to a medic before she went under again. It took her almost a month of physical rehabilitation to recover, and the army made sure she had the best councilors they had.

Still, she would dream sometimes of that light rushing toward her, and imagine how her body must have looked as it thrashed in the throws of that orgasm.

The End