Wren Gillian the unfortunate Prisoner of War is found tied to her prison bunk she is in a state of shock, her mind being in a whirl with incessant pain and horror. Unimaginable things were being done to her...yet they were being done as if there was nothing at all exceptional about them.

Was it ACTUALLY happening to her? Had she been carried like a rag doll under one arm of a hulking brute SAS soldier? Carried from her initial interrogation stark naked ? Or had her mind become deranged?

But the pain between her legs was real enough. To real to be imagined. Oh the agony of it ....throbbing burning! Gillians mind recoiled from reliving the previous day the rapes the cattle prod. Perhaps there has been some mistake perhaps she had been mistaken for a real guerrilla.

She lay screaming. To find the nightmare was reality. Moreover there was the sound of the bolts being drawn back and a key grating. Then the cell was flooded with light, blinding Gillian.

Not quite so comfortable as your last barracks, eh Miss Private? remarked Col Hardman with what, for him, passed as a smile. Well girlie ....you'll have to get used to roughing it a bit round here.

"Y..You must help me ... " she gasped. You are a soldier Sir please can't you see what they're doing to me....."

"Of course I can, " answered Hardman "They're breaking you" and " In the process they are being desensitised to the screams of women under interrogations".

" Anyway its back to work for you young lady" smiled Hardman. " I want this evening to introduce you to a piece of equipment developed by the army called the STALLION its a rape machine."

Gillian lay open mouthed, naked and spread-eagled as Hardman explained what her first, six hour date rape with STALLION would do to her and how it would really 'upset her'.

Gillian prayed for the good Lord to release her from this degrading hell hole.

"OK fun time " said the balding Sergeant " Bet your not looking forward to your night out with STALLION " he asked. He saw the girl's features twitch. None of the female prisoners of war took too kindly to that machine ! It reduced them all to panting, squealing, jelly-quivering exhaustion.

No ................Ohhhhhhhhhh Sir No pleassssssssssss

" Of course you won't like it, it might make you a little raw ?" he giggled.

Gillian shook her head wildly her short punk style hair barely moving.

"It will break you and make you come ... and come and come ....."

Gillian mouth fell open lying there naked she didn't look insolent now the rebel in the girl was truly broken.

Sergeant Hardman leant forward and slapped the girl's face. She was lying spread eagle just before his chair. " Don't look so sulky , " he said, as he twisted her nearest nipple. AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sirrrrrrrrrr cried Gillian like a baby, recovering from the blow and pinch.

She got another on the other cheek and her other nipple received a longer pinch. "I should think so " Hardman snapped. It was nice to slap a pretty face around. Nicer to know you could do whatever you liked with her. Perhaps he'd tickle her tits up with a cattle prod while she entertained her guest STALLION on her first date. That would be fun. The girl had very firm good tits which matched her sturdy build. Firmly rounded. like white cooking apples, with rose pink nipples.

"Come along , my pretty girl. Like it or not its a night on the town with STALLION for you."

Tears filled young Gillian's eyes. How helpless, how vulnerable she was! Just how Sergeant Hardman liked them. Weeping silently, the girl followed her monstrous gaoler from the room.

STALLION was housed in a small annexe off the training area. It contained nothing but the machine, a chair and two large mirrors. All female prisoners who were put on STALLION could view their own date rape and degradation to the full.

Locking the door behind him Hardman pushed Wren Gillian to the stainless steel machine.

"Mount," ordered the Sergeant crisply.

Gillian was weeping openly her naked arms clutched firmly over her naked breasts and cunt. The day had begun badly and was getting worse. Why didn't the good Lord listen to her and extinguish her existence? She clambered on to the contrivance under Hardmans' instruction.

It was quite simple. The prisoner to be raped knelt with her knees strapped in two channels filled with black foam rubber. Quite comfortable. These channels were fully adjustable. They could be made to move outwards so that the girls thighs were splayed to the maximum (or as she would find out later back and forth simulating running on ones knees.) Her arms she stretched forward, each wrist being shackled to a separate bar before her. Then the machine itself was moved into position. This could be raised or lowered at will and consisted of two screw like spurs on to which dildos were fitted. These spurs could be used individually or simultaneously and were driven backwards and forwards by the machine at a pace directed by the operator. Who was... Sgt. Hardman.

I think I'll give you a very special treat this evening, Gillian" he said having fastened the girls thighs and wrists and splayed her as wide as possible. " You are going to get it up the backside as well as your cunt with lubricant not irritant."

Gillian shuddered, sobbing incoherently. She knew there was no use pleading. What would happen would happen. Or che sera sera, as they say in her home town of Hull. Taking his time Sgt. Hardman selected two rubber dildos from a considerable array. The one for her anus was 6 inches long and an inch in diameter; the other was 9 inches long and one and a half inches in diameter. "What a lucky girl you are, " he sighed as he screwed on the two artificial penises. "Soon you will be squealing with joy." For the time being however Gillian just went on sobbing. Carefully Sgt. Hardman positioned the machine. Each dildo pressed lightly to an aperture. Then he picked up the control box and seated himself in front of his sweating ( glowing ladylike ) victim. Her features were distraught, tears coursing down her cheeks. " Here we go then," said Hardman. He turned the dial and the girl cried out gasping in pain as anus dildo slid slowly but surly in. There it remained for a second or so before withdrawing again. As it did so, the second dildo entered her vaginal passage. Again she gasped. Oh God how big it was! And soon it would be destroying her! Right in .....then slowly out. And as it came out, in went the anus dildo again. That was the pattern. Two pistons gliding back and forth at an easy pace. Two passages penetrated alternately. Gillians teeth were gritted. She sobbed and sobbed. Oh how loathsome it was! she was being treated like a guerrilla purely for this devils amusement.

Leaving the dildo team jogging slowly into their unwilling victim, Sgt. Hardman considered the other facilities available to him. Above the framework two bottles hung like intravenous drips one contained lubricant and the other irritant. Joined at a manifold two very thin clear plastic tubes became one. This time the female victim was to receive only lubricant. Taking the end of the tube Hardman taped the tube across her back taking the free end into the girls widely splayed bottom cheeks and using sticking plaster taped the open end one inch above her anus. Opening a tap on the lubricant bottle allowed a slow drip of lubricant to run onto her anus and then onto the thrusting dildo, excess lubricant ran down around the anus dildo onto the dildo entertaining her pink front passage. Slowly very slowly ....Hardman increased the pace of the driving dildos. Gillian might twist and squirm, but they never quite left her. She could never evade them. Oh yes the design of the machine was very clever. After some five minutes , Hardman halted the anus dildo and doubled the pace of the other. In no time at all, Gillian began to gasp and jerk. The big dildo had got her going....and there was nothing she could do about it. Soon her hindquarters were working in counter unison to the driving rubber penis. She was lost ....Gagging and squealing.....Evermore abandoned......Hardman smiled lasciviously. He loved them when they were like this. He turned the dial further...

The dildo moved faster. Gillian came to a gasping climax. Then her head dropped. She was dribbling and weeping. She knew it was just the beginning. The big dildo slowed but kept moving remorselessly in and out. And was re-joined by the other. " Nice ?" smiled Hardman. Gillian could only shake her head. Her body...her sexuality....she knew, was now controlled by this irresistible machine. It was going to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. Until she was a weak, whimpering wreck of utter exhaustion. Whilst this monster before her gloated...... Sgt Hardman considered another of the numerous facilities on the rape machine. From underneath STALLION he lifted two black rubber milking cones attached to a small suction pump. Ingeniously designed the suction force rotated a rubber ball inside each cup, creating jointly or independently a massaging licking sensation around a victims nipples. Gillion was coaxed into two further unwanted orgasms, by the milking machine. After her third orgasm , Gillian found both the bars before her pulled back and outwards. Her back curved and her breasts projected out before her. She was aware that Hardman had in his hands a cattle prod. She screamed for mercy......but she got none. As she was driven steadily to her fourth orgasm, Hardman began to jolt firstly the underside of each of her tender breasts before moving slowly towards the now highly sensitive pink puppy dog noses of her nipples.

Wren Gillian was detailed to spend the next six hours on the machine with her trainer Sgt. Hardman.

Hardman considered the options open to him, later the electo torture capabilities (electrodes and clamps ) on the machine would be applied to the female Prisoner of Wars body, but not until she had experianced at least four hours being ridden by the machine.

The End