The Bosnian War You Didn't Know

“Looks like she’s exercising, Alexander.”
“Let’s see how far she goes.”
Two men
watched a young girl emerge from a building behind what used to be the largest house in town—now just a smoking ruin. She wore a crew-neck t-shirt,
tight-fitting, fashionable jeans, and sneakers, running along the quiet cobblestone streets.
The young girl’s long, bouncy legs leaped across the road, gradually approaching the building where the two men were hiding
, completely unaware of the impending danger.
When the girl reached the building, the men suddenly dropped their rifles and jumped out! Before their
young prey could react, they had her pinned to the ground.
In a short time, the four men had subdued the girl’s resistance, pinning her to the ground and holding her hands above
her head. The oldest of them—their leader—used a small knife to rip the girl's t-
shirt to shreds, revealing a white, lace-trimmed bra underneath.
The girl struggled desperately, but the fabric covering her firm breasts was easily ripped off with the knife
. Several men carried the girl into the dilapidated house.
Now these men could properly examine their captive. She was a short-haired girl of about twenty
, very beautiful. Her clothes had been brutally torn to shreds, her healthy and slender
body completely naked, her slightly dark skin proving she was a Bosnian Muslim woman.
When the girl heard the leader's concise command and realized they were about to brutally gang rape her, she
screamed frantically, futilely twisting her body trying to stand up and escape.
One of the four men stood in front of the Mu girl, his booted legs pinning down
her hands; his other two grabbed the poor girl's slender legs, forcefully
spreading them apart and exposing her alluring genitals.
The girl screamed and struggled frantically, her small but firm breasts
heaving violently against her slender body, her thin limbs flailing wildly.
Suddenly, the girl clearly cried out "No!" as if this would bring safety to her naked
body.
The kidnappers seemed oblivious to the Mu girl's resistance, exchanging a few simple words
. Having lived and fought together for years, they needed little language to communicate.
The older leader removed his trousers and slowly approached the terrified, naked Mu
girl. He enjoyed seeing the woman's terrified expression and didn't want to spoil the moment.
His mustache twitched smugly, he grinned, and the dark, throbbing thing between his legs clearly
indicated his intention: he wanted to use it to penetrate the girl and show her
the power of a real man—a Serbian man!
"Oh, God! What the hell! You're so slow, even the devil would be ashamed! Hurry up and fuck this
bitch!! Then take her back to the hotel!!"
The leader looked around in surprise, searching for the source of the voice.
He glanced around and quickly spotted a tall man standing in a corner of the dilapidated house,
with a neatly trimmed mustache, wearing camouflage, and a muscular bodyguard beside him. The man's
cruel smile instilled a deep sense of awe in the leader.
"Akan?!"
"Fuck her! Zrako! Deal with this Mu slut! Now!"
The leader immediately showed absolute obedience. His three henchmen were holding the girl's hands and feet down;
compared to her well-developed, full buttocks, her legs were rather thin.
The leader viciously pounced on her, thrusting his thick member deep into her vagina! He felt
the warmth and tightness of her alluring vagina, and immediately felt greatly encouraged. He straightened
his back and began thrusting rapidly and powerfully into the screaming, captured girl's vagina!
Soon he felt the girl's convulsing lower body stop resisting; her legs ceased moving, and she
completely surrendered. He almost forgot the existence of Akan, whom he feared, focusing solely
on the alluring girl. Each thrust plunged deep into her vagina, savoring the warmth, lubrication, and tightness of the pleasure
.
His eyes were fixed on the girl's face, contorted with pain, as he rode her helpless body, thrusting vigorously
. When he felt that exquisite climax approaching, he almost pressed his face against the girl's tear-streaked face
, looking into her eyes as he poured his seed into her young body.
The girl felt a surge of heat in her lower body, her body jolting violently, her eyes filled with terror and
despair.
The leader kissed the girl's tear-streaked face with satisfaction and rose from her naked, beautiful body
.
The leader knew he had given Akan a good show of rape, satisfying him.
These men were merely a small fraction of Akan's many followers. His full name is Zerijoko Aleksiko
, but he is better known by the name "Akan."
Tall and imposing, with a passionate and outgoing personality, a handsome face, and a black beard, he resembles almost every
Yugoslav hero who resisted the Turkish invasion. Akan was not a typical product of the communist education of Yugoslavia
. On the contrary, he was considered an "economic criminal" because he initially
rose through the ranks of organized crime in the economic sphere. Akan initially called himself a "dissident" and
spent three years in exile in Western Europe and the United States to evade capture. There, he was also wanted for rape and murder.
Now, Akan calls himself "the defender of Serbia," and he is the biggest terrorist in northern Bosnia and Herzegovina.
After the breakup of Yugoslavia, Akan returned to his homeland.
With funding from the former Yugoslav secret police, he organized his own militia. Utilizing his underground connections from his previous criminal career, Akan recruited...
New recruits were organized into paramilitary groups to cooperate with Belgrade's plans.
In the war against Bosnian Bosniaks and Croats, Akan's troops intimidated non-Serbian civilians into abandoning
their homes. In return for Akan's cooperation, Belgrade allowed him to plunder
and loot from these refugees. Now Akan was one of the richest men in Yugoslavia.
Akan and his men also abducted Bosnian and Croat women, both for their own pleasure and as
a means of intimidating the enemy.
In the Balkans, rape was a common tactic in warfare. Akan was particularly
fascinated by this method of combat, often personally participating in such battles.
Now, Akan was witnessing his men's "battle" with a Bosnian girl. After the
leader left, another man immediately pounced, spreading the girl's long legs and
pressing his entire body against the slender Bosnian woman.
From his position, Akan could only see the girl's face, a face filled with pain and humiliation. Akan knew
he had plenty of time to torture and humiliate this young, slender woman from another ethnic group.
Akan and his infamous "rape camp" were now stationed in a
hotel in this small town that originally belonged to the Croats, where many captured Bosnian and Croat women were also imprisoned.
Akan considered this camp and the captured women the best gift the war had brought, far better than any plundered wealth.
Akan no longer needed to suppress the atrocities considered crimes in peaceful societies—rape, torture,
and other forms of abuse—because the war had given him the perfect stage, and he could even be proud of it.
Akan believed his brutality against the Bosnian women today was revenge for the actions of the barbaric Turkish invaders
, a glorious mission for Serbian patriots. Akan even
hired a photographer named Dmitri to document these proud historical events , commissioning him to film the entire brutal process
and create a great film.
Dmitri is currently busy filming the scene of the girl being gang-raped,
filling the frame with her terrified and indignant expression—a rare form of art.
When the second man gets off the girl, Dmitri quickly focuses on the Muslim girl's lower body. He
starts with her tear-stained face, moving to her two full breasts, already mangled beyond recognition. The delicate, white mounds are covered in redness and bruises; her naked, tender skin is scarred 　　and battered
by rough hands . 　　The camera then focuses on the girl's naked, ravaged, swollen vulva, the outside of which is smeared with 　　white semen, flowing down the delicate skin of her inner thighs. 　　Then a third man approached, hoisting the girl's limp legs onto his shoulders, leaving her plump buttocks 　　dangling in the air, only her thin shoulders resting on the hard, cold cobblestone ground. He then began the brutal rape 　　. 　　This exceptionally savage method of rape was Akan's favorite, and the camera faithfully recorded this cruel atrocity 　　. Dmitri would point the camera at the man's face one moment, then at the girl's, capturing 　　their genuine emotions—his pleasure and her humiliation built upon the Muslim girl's suffering. 　　For the cinematographer, this was the best film. Actors couldn't do this because it was real. "How many times?" 　　Lieutenant 　　Barbara Malone wondered to herself, watching the female pilot quietly reading a magazine. 　　"How can she do that?" 　　Barbara thought this whenever she saw her best friend and almost mentor-like Lieutenant Dedela Voxia 　　reading so quietly. In their F-14 squadron, 　　she was known as "Vilcori"—a handmaiden of Odin in Norse mythology. 　　Now, Barbara was only interested in the smell—the 　　smell of boiled eggs and beans for Sunday breakfasts, a smell that had been present in the U.S. Navy since the time of John Paul Jones. 　　Barbara was sitting in the mess hall of the USS Eisenhower, the air thick with the tired 　　smell of breakfast and the pungent scent of men. She couldn't help but wonder why she even bothered wearing her naval uniform. 　　Her reverie was interrupted when the messenger ordered everyone to the standby room; there was important news. 　　"Good news! Gentlemen…and ladies! We have a mission!" 　　Barbara was immediately delighted. After all, she had been bored waiting for so long on a lonely warship off the coast of Bosnia 　　; finally, she had something to do. 　　"We learned that the Serbian army—the one known as the 'Krakina Republican Army'— 　　was about to attack a village near Brcko on the Sava River. They thought they could do 　　whatever they wanted after the American withdrawal. The Krakina Serbian army returned to its original camp and attempted to expand its territory 　　, continuing the war with Croat and Bosnian militias. 　　The good news is they are unprepared—I emphasize, unprepared for anti-aircraft weapons! They only have some shoulder 　　-fired SAS-7 missiles and 20mm rifles. As long as you fly above 15,000 meters, you 　　should be safe. Our mission is to deter the Serbs and take some spy photos, 　　not to bomb them!" 　　"Washington wants us to warn those Serbs not to try and hurt anyone again! Those 　　photos might come in handy later, though our offensive doesn't entirely rely on them. 　　" "Vilkoli, since you're qualified to take spy photos, you're being sent on a reconnaissance photography mission! 　　Gambi and Gus will protect you! Just fly over their heads and let them know you're monitoring them 　　! Remember, the altitude must be above 15,000 meters; those shoulder-fired S-7 missiles 　　can destroy you all in broad daylight! 　　" "Takeoff time is 11:40 local time, return time is 13:40, you have two hours 　　. Here are the target and mission documents. 　　" "Oh, and bad news: your plane doesn't have air-to-ground weapons. If they shoot you..."

"We had no choice but to smile and endure it. But your planes have air-to-air missiles. Any other questions? Okay,
see you in two hours!"
Vilcori, Gambi, and Gus stepped forward to take the documents, while Barbara and the others stepped back. Her job
was radar jamming; operating the powerful radar on the F-14 was Barbara's specialty. But because
NATO's air force hadn't faced a significant challenge in this dirty war, Barbara usually only had the opportunity to fiddle with the
complex instruments at the rear of the cockpit, without any real opportunity to demonstrate her skills.
Barbara trusted Vilcori to determine the flight plan on her own; she didn't need a novice's help.
"Damn it!" Vilcori suddenly shouted, looking at the map and documents.
"What the hell is this order! After we reach the designated village, we're to fly below the clouds—
about 15,000 meters—to carry out a photography mission. To take those ghost photos that nobody's going to look at?" This is absurd !
Look at this route, we have to fly over this village from the west. "
This small village is now under Akan's control. It sits
on a hill near Brcko—the actual target. Brcko refers to
the area along the Nasava River with about a hundred buildings; it's a strategic location in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Brcko has changed hands several times during the war, most recently
recaptured by the Bosnians with the help of the American 'peace' initiative.
The village is situated on a high ground near Brcko, where Akan's Serbian
army can bombard it at any time if he so chooses. This is the rule of war in hilly terrain: whoever stands
higher controls everything.
Akan has already mounted his 'artillery'—his only anti-tank gun—on this
high ground near Brcko. It will destroy any resistance forces and light weapons in Brcko, because even with such
'artillery,' the resisters in Brcko have no chance."
The village's original fifty or sixty inhabitants, having believed the
peace promises of the American troops stationed in Brcko, returned. The men who had joined the Muslim militia also deserted, but
returned to the village armed.
However, they were no match for the sudden attack by Akan's Serbian army. Under cover of darkness, Akan's army
surrounded the village and every house, threatening to throw grenades into the houses if they didn't surrender
.
When the desperate men emerged from their houses, they were rounded up and executed. The village, now devoid of its last resistance,
became a playground for Akan's gang to plunder wealth and women. Of course, afterwards, they wouldn't forget to set
the village ablaze and then drink themselves into a stupor. This barbaric war required their numb minds and
souls to accomplish their grand mission.
Two hours later, Barbara was already aboard Vercoli's F-14, easily
circling over Bosnia. Barbara had always been amazed by the F-14s in the Navy: these guys were
the same age as her, meaning these planes were already 23 years old, yet they were still flying!
Vercoli's plane was now only carrying fuel and air-to-air missiles under its wings. Listening to
the familiar noise in the cockpit, Barbara couldn't help but recall the stories she had heard about Vercoli before. Back then, in Vercoli's first month in this unit, before Barbara arrived, she was 　　the first and only woman
in the unit . 　　One guy, upon seeing her German-sounding name, her classic Scandinavian blonde hair, her six-foot-tall, athletic 　　build, and her accent, immediately named her "Vilcori." The name suited her 　　tough, "I'm bulletproof" attitude perfectly, so Vilcori liked it. 　　Unlike Barbara, who took two months to be accepted after arriving, Vilcori 　　became famous within her first week. 　　That evening, Vilcori went to the officers' club to meet her classmate—an F-14 pilot from another squadron 　　. Vilcori's outfit that day consisted of a black tight-fitting mini-skirt, black stiletto heels, black fishnet 　　stockings, and a black sports jacket—nothing underneath. 　　A guy in Vilcori's squad, clearly a bit drunk, walked over and touched her 　　. Finding she wasn't paying attention, he then proceeded to grope her ample buttocks. 　　This drew Vilcori's attention—he was struck hard in the chest with an elbow punch, and then Vilcori 　　grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up! 　　Vilcori lifted him so his toes were almost off the ground, then said, "You didn't say anything, did you?" 　　Barbara believed Vilcori could easily lift a man, and she was sure his crotch was 　　in trouble. 　　Looking at the disheveled state of the man who had offended her, Vilcori smiled and said, "If you greet me 　　, I might grant your wish. What do you want, kid?" 　　Barbara heard the man say without hesitation, “Oh, I want you to let go of my thing…please, 　　madam…Lieutenant, Vilcori. ” From then on , 　　Vilcori truly became one of those men. 　　Vilcori, just like Tom Cruise in "Top Gun," became 　　a member of the Navy Air Force. Barbara knew Vilcori told her her story because Barbara had initially 　　encountered the same troubles Vilcori had faced, and Vilcori hoped she could be like her. 　　But Barbara knew she didn't have Vilcori's strong and powerful physique. During her four years at the academy 　　, Barbara had exercised regularly and was once quite proud of her healthy five-foot-six-inch frame. 　　But after joining the Navy, Barbara felt like she came from Lilliput, feeling very oppressed. Barbara 　　knew she was cute, but not cool. That wasn't an advantage in a Navy Air Force squadron. 　　On the very first day Barbara became the second woman in the squad, the captain assigned her to Vilcori's crew 　　. Vilcori liked her comrade very much and always encouraged Barbara to speak up about the operational plan during meetings.

But when Barbara remained silent, Vilcori would speak up without hesitation.
Barbara liked Vilcori as a companion; she liked a responsible partner who could make decisions for her
. But one thing went wrong between them: Barbara found herself falling in love with Vilcori!
Barbara was deeply troubled by this growing feeling. She had never been a lesbian
, nor had she ever considered having sex with a woman. But every night when they washed and went to bed together, Barbara couldn't resist
looking at Vilcori's beautiful, athletic, and very feminine body, and she always had an urge to touch it
.
But Barbara knew that Vilcori wouldn't like her doing this; she was the kind of
woman who was aggressive towards men, and she would compete fairly with any other man in any activity. One night, Barbara accidentally returned to camp early and saw Vilcori 　　having sex with a man
in her room .
Barbara felt incredibly embarrassed but couldn't bring herself to turn away.
Through the half-open door, Barbara saw Vilcori straddling the man,
completely naked. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her strong, healthy body, and her large breasts hung heavily on her chest
, being kneaded and played with by the man.
Vilcori writhed on top of the man, her beautiful blonde hair flying, emitting heavy
breaths and soft moans. Vilcori was just as unrestrained and wild during sex.
Barbara watched the two making love in shock until they finished. Although Barbara
guessed that Vilcori must have discovered her peeping, this didn't affect her excitement and enjoyment; instead,
it made Barbara feel uncomfortable.
Barbara watched as Vilcori crawled on top of the man, pressing her wet, semen-dripping
genitals against his face. Although the man was reluctant, Vilcori persisted, pressing her
wet genitals against his face and saying, "Finish it!"
Barbara couldn't bear to watch any longer. She quietly closed the door, feeling her legs go weak.
From then on, Vilcori's naked, sweat-soaked body frequently appeared in Barbara's dreams. Whenever
Barbara saw Vilcori's face, she would immediately recall the wet genitals she had seen that day,
but she had no recollection of the man.
Just like now, just thinking about that scene made Barbara feel wet down there.
"Barbara? Can you hear me?"
Barbara was immediately pulled back to reality. "Excuse me, Vera. What is that?"
"We're approaching the target, preparing to descend. Get the lights ready, let them see!"
Bosnian Nightmare (Part Two)
Below the valley, Akan waited anxiously.
He wasn't afraid of retaliation from the US or NATO for attacking the village; on the contrary, Akan was worried that the American planes
wouldn't come.
The purpose of this attack wasn't just Brko and the surrounding area; their real aim was to burn the Americans'
overreaching hands. The attack was merely to draw the Americans' attention; they hoped that by shooting down several
American planes, they could make the US and NATO realize what a terrible mistake it was to interfere in Serbian affairs
!
To do this, Akan's sponsors in Belgrade had prepared a
surprise for the American planes! They had prepared four S-8B surface-to-air missiles for Akan and hired
mercenaries from corrupt and chaotic Russia to operate them. Unlike those old SAM-6s, these new ones could reach
altitudes of 18,000 meters. Akan had received assurances from the Russians that they could shoot
down any plane flying below the clouds!
Just as Akan turned to grab his glass for a sip, he saw a flash of light in the sky! "An airplane!"
he thought. "The Americans are finally here!"
He saw a plane emerge from the dark clouds, circling above the valley.
"Damn it!" Akan thought, "If I don't fire quickly, they'll get away!"
His worries were almost immediately dispelled; he saw two streaks of fire erupt from the valley,
chasing the plane from below and behind!
The SAM missiles approached their target in their expected manner, the two streaks of fire striking the plane almost simultaneously—one on
the right wing, the other penetrating directly inside and exploding! It seemed to be the tail.
Almost simultaneously with the plane being engulfed in a blinding fireball, an object ejected from the aircraft, followed immediately
by another!
"Notify the hunting team on the ground!" Akan ordered immediately. "I want the two pilots!" 　　The missile hit stunned Vilcori! She hadn't even received a radar warning before being 　　struck by two missiles from behind and below!
Vilcori 　　quickly realized: she and Barbara had to escape the plane immediately, or they would perish with the F- 　　14! Without hesitation, she pushed the yellow stick, launching them both into the air! 　　The intense heat from the explosion below sent Vilcori tumbling through the air. She cried out in prayer, 　　“Oh God! Oh God!… Oh, damn it!!” 　　Due to the low altitude, her parachute opened almost instantly. It all happened so fast that Vilcori 　　had no time to think. She watched Barbara disappear behind a small hill. 　　As Vilcori prepared to land, she saw a scene she dreaded: a truck was chasing after her 　　, soldiers pointing at her and saying something. 　　Vilcori immediately remembered the story of the female pilot captured by the Iraqis in the Gulf War! 　　She vowed not to let that happen to her; she couldn't be captured by the enemy and raped 　　! 　　As soon as she landed, Vilcori immediately untied her parachute, knelt on one knee, and looked back. The truck had 　　stopped, and about ten men were getting out and running towards her, the closest being less than fifty meters away.

Without hesitation, Vercoli drew her 9mm pistol from her holster and fired eight shots at the approaching figure!
She didn't look back at the man she'd hit, turned, and ran. Vercoli carried only her backpack, containing
twenty pounds of water and food, and a few other survival essentials.
Vercoli raced through the woods, feeling like she was in a cross-country race. She was still wearing her shimmering
flight suit, and her boots left footprints in the snow, but Vercoli didn't care anymore.
The most important thing now was to create distance between herself and the Serbs!
As she ran, Vercoli estimated the distance to the enemy behind her. When she felt she had pulled ahead
by about a hundred meters, she found a cave, crawled inside, and covered herself with branches and weeds. Then
she opened her backpack and began checking her belongings: a radio communication device, a handheld GPS, six
flashbangs, hemostats…
Vilcori activated the communication device and called out, “Attention! Attention!…” There was no response. Vilcori
knew that signal was always poor in the mountains. Since escaping the plane explosion, Vilcori had been in a
state of high tension and exhaustion, but she knew that resting now would be a luxury, and a fatal one. She
forced herself to continue crawling carefully and slowly down the mountainside, trying to avoid making any noise. She could hear the enemy's
footsteps and voices behind her; she had to find an open area to make contact.
The officer returned from the woods and saw his men gathered around the body of their fallen comrade. The body was cold, but
their anger still burned.
These dead men had once been respected police officers. If they could catch the American killer, their
anger would be vented.
"Get the flashlight from the car! We're going to have to spend the whole night here!!"
A
gust of wind separated Barbara from Vilcori; she didn't land in the valley with Vilcori. Barbara
saw someone chasing her half a mile away, but luckily she landed in a field.
Barbara removed her parachute and hid in the grass. She was terrified, and worse
, she felt herself wetting herself. Barbara felt like she was
having a nightmare; without Vilcori by her side, she felt utterly alone and desperate!
Suddenly, Barbara heard men's voices coming from above! She immediately considered fighting, but
quickly dismissed the idea: "Am I supposed to fight those guys with a pistol? Fight those armed enemies?"
Just as Barbara was about to surrender, the scene that came into her view instantly gave her hope again: the approaching
men were dressed in civilian clothes and didn't look Serbian! Their clothing and slightly dark skin
made them look Middle Eastern.
But Barbara didn't care where they were from anymore, as long as they weren't Serbian! She stood up,
waving her hands above her head, holding a small red flag:
"Help me! I'm an American pilot!! Can you help me?"
They immediately ran over, pointing their guns at Barbara. Barbara watched them speak rapidly in a language she couldn't understand
; they clearly couldn't decipher the words on the flag or the markings on her clothes either
.
Barbara could only smile and slowly repeat, "America!"
There was an immediate reaction, but not as Barbara had expected.
The man who had just spoken to Barbara immediately pointed a gun at her face and shouted at the others
. They rushed over, disarmed Barbara, and tied her hands behind her back with rope
!
They pushed the stunned Barbara to the ground, and the man who had spoken to her first straddled her, gun in hand
, grabbing her hair.
"You vile devil!" he spat and slapped Barbara hard across the face.
Hearing the man's broken English and the occasional use of words like "Allah" and "heretic" in his conversations with the others
, Barbara immediately understood!
“Oh, damn it!” Barbara thought. “They’re Mujahideen!” These extremist Muslims
had come from Iran and Afghanistan to help the Bosnian Muslims fight. Many of them were extremely anti-American
, and Barbara didn’t want to run into them!
“Sorry, we’re on the same side! We’re all fighting the Serbs!” Barbara’s feeble protest
only earned her another slap.
She could only lie helplessly on the ground watching the men argue fiercely, clearly about her. Barbara noticed
two men staring at her from time to time, at her full
breasts, which appeared even more prominent and alluring as they were bound by ropes. Barbara felt incredibly helpless and pathetic, and she began to fear she might
be raped. “No! Please don’t!” Barbara 　　screamed
as one of them grabbed her hair and lifted her up .
But the man still beat her hard, spat at her, and then
walked away with the other two men.
Now five men remained. They dragged Barbara to the other end of the field, where only
a large tree stood alone.
Under the tree, they forced Barbara to the ground, loosened the ropes binding her, and began to strip her
clothes. They easily ripped off the escape suit Barbara was wearing, but the one-piece rubber
flight suit underneath presented a challenge. They held the screaming, struggling Barbara down tightly, cut open
the flight suit with a knife, and then ripped it off her body like skinning an animal. Now the dark-haired girl
was only wearing boots and long underwear.
"No! Let me go! Let me go! Oh!...No!!"
The knife in their hands terrified Barbara, but even more terrifying was that they were cutting and
tearing her underwear off!
Now Barbara was left only with boots and tiny panties; even her bra had been torn and pulled along with her underwear.
They came down.
Barbara was now almost completely naked, her body exposed to the cold Balkan wind, her small nipples immediately
hardening. One of the men approached and began to roughly caress Barbara's two full,
soft breasts with his large hands.
"Help! No... Ah! No, no! Please!!"
They twisted Barbara's hands behind her back again, binding her forearms together tightly with rope. At the same time,
another man went to the fence and cut a long section of live electrical wire.
Barbara immediately trembled with fear! "They're going to hang her?!!"
They tied Barbara's feet with the wire, pulled her legs apart forcefully, and lifted them up, tying
the other end of the wire to a stake raised above the ground. Barbara's lower body was thus suspended in mid-air, her entire body forming
a "V" shape. Her legs and buttocks were forced open, leaving the ground untouched, and her entire weight rested
on her bound arms and shoulders pressed against the ground.
Barbara understood: "They're going to rape her! Not hang her!"
Although not a virgin, Barbara didn't have much sexual experience. In her twenty-three years
, she had only been with one man, having had sex with her boyfriend in college. But now, at least five men
were waiting to rape her!
Barbara had never been physically harmed in her life, and the fear of being gang-raped
swept over her with the cold wind.
“
Ah
...

Akan immediately realized
he was being deliberately exposed, and ordered one of his men to scout ahead.
The man quickly returned and reported: he had seen five Muslim warriors fighting a dark-haired woman!
Akan and his man went over and secretly watched for a while. He immediately realized: the captured girl
was the pilot he was looking for!
"A female pilot?!" Akan thought, "The Americans are so stupid!!"
He noticed, but the Muslims were busy dealing with Barbara, their weapons lying on the ground, and they didn't notice
what was happening behind them. Akan could easily have dealt with them, but he now had a better idea! He sent for his
photographer.
“Dmitri, can you take pictures of these now?” Akan pointed at the men attacking Barbara
. “Take clear pictures of the woman’s face and the faces of the guys raping her.”
“No problem, I can do it, boss!” 　　Barbara struggled frantically, shaking her head and screaming, “No!!!”
The 　　leader of the Muslim volunteer army walked over, grabbed one of Barbara’s thrashing legs, and ran his hand down her smooth, delicate 　　thigh to grab her short underwear. He abruptly 　　ripped off Barbara's panties, which were soaked with urine from her recent loss of control in fright, and shoved them into her mouth to silence the panicked 　　girl's screams. 　　In that instant, Barbara felt a helplessness and despair she had never experienced before. She felt the leader's hands gently 　　tracing her body, caressing her sparsely haired pubic area, playing with 　　the elegantly shaped, pink labia of her vulva. Barbara felt she was about to lose her mind. 　　The leader's actions became rougher; he pulled Barbara's delicate labia apart with his fingers, 　　revealing her tender, pink vulva. He muttered something, eliciting laughter from the others. Then, he inserted two 　　rough, strong fingers into Barbara's almost virgin vulva! 　　The young girl was terrified and felt unbearable pain. Barbara tried to face them bravely 　　, but the piercing pain made her sob. 　　The leader smiled as he watched the girl, her mouth stuffed with his underwear, still sobbing. He inserted 　　another finger and rotated it inside Barbara's dry, fleshy opening. He reveled in 　　the pain and humiliation he inflicted on the girl, then suddenly withdrew his finger and began to unzip his pants. 　　He knelt between Barbara's legs and pressed his large member against her inner thighs 　　, trying to push it down. 　　Barbara felt a piercing pain; she shook her body frantically, looking around in despair. 　　There was no savior here, only four other Muslim volunteers grinning maliciously at the captured female pilot 　　. 　　The leader felt the girl beneath him struggling, but he still forcefully 　　thrust his penis deep into Barbara's dry vagina! 　　A sharp pain shot through Barbara's legs, which were almost hanging upside down, and burned into the depths of her consciousness. Barbara 　　felt as if she were being torn in two. She struggled and resisted with all her might, but to no avail. The 　　terrible pain made Barbara scream. She had never been tortured like this before! 　　Tears streamed down her face. Through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, Barbara saw the ugly 　　smiling face of the man who had raped her. She desperately suppressed her moans and sobs, because that would only satisfy them. But 　　Barbara quickly failed. Her sexually inexperienced vagina, completely dry, was 　　savagely filled with the thick penis. The terrible swelling pain and shame soon made Barbara moan and sob again. She 　　looked at the man standing in front of her with pleading eyes, begging him not to hurt her anymore.

The leader glanced cruelly at poor Barbara, then gripped her shapely, smooth
thighs and began his brutal piston-like movements. He thrust his dark, fleshy penis deep into Barbara's tender
vagina, then quickly withdrew, starting a new assault!
Barbara could feel the hard, thick thing moving in and out of her body. The man grabbed her firm, full buttocks, dragging her body, 　　rubbing
her rounded shoulders against the muddy, filthy ground . 　　After a while, the man began to torment Barbara's full breasts. He grabbed and kneaded the two soft, white 　　mounds of flesh, forcefully pinching her small, tender pink nipples. Barbara felt as if he were trying to lift her 　　body by her nipples; now, not only her violated vagina, but also her shoulders, chest, and thighs began 　　to ache. 　　Barbara groaned and sobbed in agony, tears blurring her vision. As she endured the brutal rape 　　, she cried out in her heart, "Vilkoli, where are you? Save me!" 　　The leader of the Muslim volunteers continued his excited rape of the female pilot, whose feet were bound to a tree stump. Barbara's 　　wretched state made it easy for him to assault the young woman. His powerful thrusts forced 　　the woman, almost hanging upside down, to the ground with her shoulders and neck bearing the weight of nearly two people. 　　Barbara felt her neck was about to break. Every thrust of the rapist caused her excruciating pain 　　, especially in her neck, making it difficult to breathe. Barbara had never suffered such torment. She felt 　　her vagina was being torn apart, and she felt she was about to die. But Barbara was now helpless, lying there 　　, unable to resist. She felt the man's penis had grown to the size of a fist, thrusting heavily 　　into her body. 　　The leader watched as Barbara's slender, muscular body convulsed with his rape, savoring 　　the pleasure of the young woman's tight, warm vagina. In his eyes, this woman was a Western prostitute, 　　shamelessly seducing him with her naked body, just like all those heretical women who had 　　no idea what a woman should be like. This vile whore deserved such punishment! He would teach 　　her the torment that lewd and vile Western women had to endure! 　　He pulled the saliva-soaked panties out of Barbara's mouth, wanting to hear her screams 　　and pleas. He gripped Barbara's soft, elastic thighs, dragging her body forcefully to match his 　　rape. He wanted to hear Barbara scream and cry; mere painful groans were not enough. 　　He thrust with all his might into the female pilot's swollen and bleeding vagina, 　　venting his hatred for the infidels on this woman. 　　His companions cheered, encouraging their leader to abuse the captured woman, 　　to conquer this proud woman from the West in his savage way. 　　Finally, they heard Barbara's piercing scream: "No!!...No, please 　　, stop! You're killing me! Ah!!!" 　　Barbara's screams and tearful anguish drove him even more mad. He violently raped the poor 　　female pilot, finally filling her vagina with his hot, thick semen. 　　He withdrew his penis from Barbara's swollen vagina, signaling another man to continue the 　　abuse. He experienced the pleasure of torturing and abusing a Western prostitute, and watching his companion rape 　　a woman of heresy was equally pleasurable. He also wanted to see the pain and humiliation on the woman's face as she was raped 　　. 　　Barbara felt the savage rapist's semen burning her wounded body like fire 　　, almost shattering her proud self-esteem. She was whimpering softly when suddenly she felt her 　　vagina, which had just experienced a brief moment of relief, being filled again by an ugly penis! 　　This time, thanks to the lubrication of the leader's semen, Barbara didn't feel the tearing 　　pain. She looked up in alarm and saw another ugly face smiling at her. 　　Barbara was once again plunged into an abyss of pain and fear under the brutal violation of the Muslim volunteers. Her body 　　was dragged back and forth on the ground with each thrust; not only her violated vagina, but Barbara's entire body was in pain 　　. 　　This man, as cruel and brutal as his leader, raped Barbara, causing the young female pilot 　　immense pain, filth, and shame. Barbara wished she were dead; she buried her face in 　　the muddy ground, soaked with tears and sweat, and wailed, her heart crying out: "Velkoli, Velkoli! 　　Where are you? Who can save me?!" 　　Bosnian Nightmare (Part Three) 　　The photographer, carrying a video camera, hid behind the bushes, sweating profusely as he tracked and captured the 　　dramatic scenes of the American woman being gang-raped. 　　He could clearly see the American woman's naked body; her slender, snow-white flesh 　　struggled incessantly against the ropes binding her. Her small but firm breasts bounced violently with each struggle. Her 　　straight, smooth legs trembled, cruelly bound to a tree stump by live electrical wires. Her beautiful, full 　　buttocks were gripped by the man's hands, and a black penis moved in and out of her alluring cleft, drawing out 　　a mixture of blood and fluid. 　　The girl's face was covered in tears and dirt as she writhed and cried on the ground. Her beautiful black hair had become 　　like a dirty mop, smearing across the earth. 　　The photographer now only wished he could have a chance to have sex with this young, beautiful American woman. He diligently 　　set up his camera and continued filming. 　　The second man was already kneeling between Barbara's legs, his hands gripping her full thighs and pressing her down, 　　panting heavily as he tried to release his pent-up desire inside her. 　　The leader who had just raped Barbara then knelt before her, his hand on his penis 　　, which was covered in white semen and blood from Barbara's vagina, torn apart by his brutal violation.

Traces. He gripped the filthy penis in his hand, lashing it like a whip across the face of the woman who was crying and begging.
The photographer could even see through the lens the white, sticky fluid and bloodstains smeared across Barbara
's face, her expression filled with sorrow and humiliation .
Barbara was pulled back from her emptiness by the sharp pain of reality. The man standing between her legs was
thrusting into her body from different angles, each powerful thrust numbing her
, leaving her struggling and sobbing uncontrollably.
When the second man finished with Barbara, a third immediately took his place. They
were all equally cruel and vicious, using every means to ravage the captured female pilot, filling
her vagina with their semen.
Barbara's delicate and alluring vulva was being ravaged by her rapist's venting. Her two pink labia had
turned dark red and swollen horribly. Her vagina was filled with semen, which was being squeezed out by the large "piston
," smearing her inner thighs, buttocks, and anus, forming a white stain.
Despite the cold weather, the naked body of the suffering female pilot was covered in sweat, which
shimmered dazzlingly.
About fifty meters away, Akan and his cameraman quietly watched this cruel and lewd performance. His
men had quietly surrounded these men who were going crazy.
His cameraman faithfully recorded: the groaning and struggling woman, the laughing men in a circle, and the man
kneeling between the woman's legs, thrusting roughly. Through the camera, he could clearly see
the white stain between Barbara's legs, and the disgusting semen that had smeared her small, round anus, dripping continuously
onto the ground.
The photographer switched the lens to the woman's face, revealing a
young woman's face immersed in pain, shame, and despair. As Barbara turned her head, the camera immediately captured
the tears streaming down her face, stained with semen, blood, and dirt, and her weak cries.
Barbara couldn't remember how many times she had been raped; she only felt that her vagina had become an
organ specifically for collecting pain, while those men, while finding satisfaction there, left the young woman with endless agony
. She could only weep and shake her head in despair, expressing her inner resistance.
The five Muslim volunteers had already finished with the American female pilot, but their leader was still
not satisfied. He broke off a branch with leaves from a tree, and holding it, he ordered the other two men to unbuckle
their belts, beginning to subject the American woman to another form of torture.
He swung a branch, lightly whipping Barbara's two full breasts. The branch grazed the tender
flesh and sensitive nipples, leaving conspicuous bloody welts. The pain caused Barbara
to scream immediately.
The other two men raised their belts and lashed Barbara's buttocks, which were covered in semen and sweat!
A dull "smack" rang out, and terrible red swellings immediately appeared on the female pilot's firm, white buttocks.
The bruises, though not bleeding, were clearly visible against Barbara's snow-white body.
Hearing the female pilot's hoarse screams and pleas, these savage men who were torturing the young woman unconsciously
became excited again. The torture Barbara suffered was the best stimulation for them.
Barbara cried helplessly, wailing and pleading for them to stop the cruel beating.
“Ah, ah!!… Please, I’ll do anything you want, just stop hitting me…”
But Barbara’s cries had no effect on these men. They couldn’t understand her words and had
no intention of heeding the female prisoner’s pleas.
The leader, seeing that Barbara’s full breasts were already covered in whip marks, suddenly turned his attention to the woman’s
crotch, which was smeared with semen. When the rough branch first struck Barbara’s swollen, violated
vulva, she immediately let out a frenzied scream! Barbara’s legs, bound by electrical wire,
stiffened as if in a spasm!
After cruelly whipping Barbara’s vulva a few more times, seeing that the woman seemed about to faint and
her body had gone limp, the leader signaled to the other two men to stop the torture.
Barbara could only feel a burning pain in her chest and buttocks, while her lower body seemed to have lost
all feeling. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her swollen, whipped buttocks and insert their fingers
into her anus!
She struggled to lift her head in panic and saw the leader kneeling between her legs, forcibly inserting his fingers
into her still-virgin anus! A tingling and tearing pain shot through her, and Barbara screamed
.
The leader used his fingers to smear the thick semen flowing from Barbara's vagina into her tightly contracting
anus, also smearing it on his penis. He pressed his thick penis against the folds
of her anus, pushing forcefully, watching as the dark red folds opened, and his thick penis
slid into the woman's anus!
He watched with amusement as his penis slid into the female pilot's bruised and battered buttocks, observing Barbara's pained
and humiliated expression, enjoying the tightness of her virgin anus.
Barbara groaned softly, desperately trying to tighten her lower body to resist the intrusion, but her hands and feet were bound, she
had just been cruelly tortured, and the other man's strength was simply too great. Barbara could only helplessly endure the enemy's
humiliation.
The onlookers had already begun to plan the order in which they would fuck the female pilot's ass. Their
leader, meanwhile, cruelly began thrusting his thick penis into Barbara's torn anus.
Each thrust was torture for Barbara; the burning pain spread rapidly from her abused anus
throughout her body. Barbara felt she had lost control of her body, and her limbs began to spasm
.
The leader's penis was deeply inserted into Barbara's anus, squeezing her rectum and causing her to feel
an unbearable soreness and burning pain in her buttocks. This torment and humiliation was unbearable for the young female pilot
.
Barbara nearly fainted. Suddenly, the burning pain in her anus subsided
, and the leader's head slumped limply against her chest. Almost simultaneously, Barbara heard several gunshots
!
For a moment, everyone seemed stunned. Then, a chorus of gunshots rang out around her, and Barbara saw the
men who had just gang-raped her fall to the ground! A flash of joy crossed her mind: "Thank God
, they've come to save me!!"
A corpse lay on top of Barbara, the leader's blood flowing down her pale chest
. She heard footsteps, lifted her face—a mess of tears, sweat, and semen—and immediately saw a
bearded man standing beside her.
“I’m here to help you! I’m your friend!”
“Move him away, please!” Barbara was still covered by the bleeding corpse, the dead man’s penis
still inside her. She felt utterly disgusted and screamed hysterically.
“Of course, young lady!” Akan smiled gently and reached out to lift the body.
“I’m so sorry this happened! We saw the Muslim swine shoot down your plane, so we
rushed over immediately. What about your pilot? Is he alright?”
“Vilkoli!” Barbara said, trembling. “God! I don’t know how she is!”
“Her?!” Akan looked at Barbara in surprise, still dragging the bleeding corpse.
“The American pilot was her?!?” Akan shouted. Despite his best efforts to appear as a noble savior
, the thought of capturing two American female pilots filled him with excitement.
He immediately realized his lapse, thankfully Barbara didn't notice. Rescued from a brutal gang
rape by Muslims, Barbara was so happy and excited that she didn't even bother to ask about the
identities of her rescuers.
“We have to find her! They’re looking for her too! You have to help us
find her before this terrible thing happens to her!!”
“Radio!” Barbara, who was sobbing excitedly, suddenly shouted, “How could I forget about the
radio!”
“Maybe I can find her. Those things are around here with my clothes; they threw them on the ground
when they… attacked me.” Vilcori
had
now climbed a small hill, where she could turn on the radio and
contact Gus’s F-14 circling overhead.
Due to the cloud cover, Gus and Gambi couldn't see who shot down Vilcori's plane or how
. They continued circling, hoping to get news of the two female pilots. Their plane
had very little fuel left; they could only hold out for a short while until they heard Vilcori's brief account before returning.
Vilcori briefly explained that her plane was shot down without radar warning
, and that she was being pursued. She paused, mentioning that she
had lost contact with Barbara and didn't know how she was doing.
Gus insisted on listening to Vilcori's report and immediately cut off contact and returned to base.
"That's her! That's Vilcori! She's alive!!" Barbara, having overheard Vilcori's conversation with Gus over the radio
, immediately became excited.
Although he couldn't understand Vilkori's conversation with headquarters, the fact was clear: the female pilot
had made contact with headquarters and could be rescued at any moment. The following information made Akan even more
nervous.
"Vilkori, 'Mother' says you'll receive the pre-prepared 'puppy,' and the 'waterproof sheet' is already 　　laid out
. I'll say it again: 'Mother' forbids you from staying where you are; go find your
'puppy.' Now it's all up to you. Good luck!" 　　Barbara also heard all this through the radio in Akan's hand. 　　"Please let me tell them I'm fine!" she asked. 　　Barbara was now wearing her flight suit, which, despite being torn in some places, felt 　　comfortable against her skin. She still felt sticky, her body smeared with semen and sweat, and it seemed like 　　something was still flowing between her legs, making her feel like a dirty woman. 　　She didn't like the looks in the eyes of the men who had saved her, except for the leader. Barbara felt 　　safe as long as she stayed with the leader. 　　Akan, gripping the radio, said, "Wait a bit! My superiors want to use this opportunity for some 　　publicity, you understand, right?" 　　"Now I want to know what 'mother,' 'puppy,' and 'waterproof sheet' mean in those conversations 　　? Finding your pilot is the most important thing now; you don't want her to be captured and attacked, do you?" 　　Barbara trusted the man who had saved her completely. “Yes. ‘Mother’ means the higher command 　　, which is the USS Eisenhower that transported us. ‘Puppy’ refers to the landing point, 　　the place where we wait for helicopter rescue; our puppy is in the valley ahead. ‘Waterproof sheet’ refers to the rescue 　　operation.” “Oh, I 　　see 　　. Please tell me the exact location of your ‘puppy’ so we can protect 　　your pilot! I’ll give her a surprise!” 　　Vilcori ended the communication and looked down the hill, where many glittering objects were moving. 　　“They’re looking for me!” she thought, looking at her destination—the valley on the other side of the mountain. 　　"Looks like I'll have to climb this mountain!" 　　Vilcori carefully dodged the glittering creatures in the woods and began heading towards the valley. Cold.

Climbing through the mountains on a cold winter night, Vilcori felt almost frozen stiff; her flight suit and long undergarments
offered little protection from the chill.
Vilcori knew she had to keep moving, or she would freeze to death or fall into enemy hands. She
traversed the woods, forded a small river, and gradually drew closer to the valley. Vilcori began to feel terribly hungry
; she had no food with her and had no choice but to press on.
When Vilcori finally crossed the hill and entered the valley, she felt utterly exhausted
. Her legs felt like lead, her stomach ached, and she saw stars. She felt
that if she didn't find food soon, she would quickly lose body heat and collapse.
As dawn broke, Vilcori suddenly spotted a dilapidated barn in the valley! Almost
without hesitation, she decided to risk going in to investigate. Vilcori, pistol in hand, cautiously entered.
The dilapidated barn was filled with cow dung. Disappointed, Vilcori walked into the storage area and saw
some dried-out turnips lying on the ground. Vilcori picked up a filthy turnip and felt a wave of nausea. But she
sighed and reluctantly cut off a slice and put it in her mouth.
The half-rotten, frozen turnip made Vilcori feel extremely disgusted, but she still
chewed it with all her might.
Akan
chuckled, “Thank you, Lieutenant Malone! Oh, that’s too formal. I’ll just call you ‘Barbara
.’ You’ve been a great help, especially to the comrade you mentioned—Vilcori.
She’s very interesting; she seems like a remarkable woman. I’d be happy to meet her at your ‘puppy’s’
place.”
“Now… I need your help with something. Please turn your face toward the truck window, Barbara.”
Barbara looked at her savior with suspicion, then suddenly realized he was pointing a pistol at her!
"Hey... what are you doing?... I don't understand..."
"Face to the window! You stupid bitch! It wasn't the Muslims who shot you down, it was my men! You
Americans are so naive. You're always meddling in other people's business, but you're surprised when others hate you?!
Turn your face to the window!!"
Barbara was surprised and confused. She slowly turned her head towards the rear window of the SUV.
Akan immediately grabbed Barbara's arms and twisted them behind her back, handcuffing her hands.
The bodyguard in the front seat immediately laughed.
Akan handcuffed Barbara's hands, then turned her face and pushed her down onto the back seat. He
pointed a pistol at Barbara's head while tearing open her shirt, exposing her delicate, full breasts.
Akan gently patted Barbara's shapely, firm, yet scarred breasts, the two small nipples
already erect with tension and shame.
"No, please...don't do this to me!...Please!" Barbara felt Akan's hands on her
exposed skin and trembled, pleading. Having just been brutally gang-raped, and now
to be tortured again so soon, the young female pilot couldn't take it anymore. Barbara felt weak all over, utterly
lacking the courage and strength to resist.
"I'm going to show you something, my little American pilot. Some little
gadgets I use to attract women's attention!"
Akan said, pulling some highly elastic, thin fishing line from his pocket and placing it on his lap. He quickly
shaped the line into two lassos, then precisely tied one end to the
delicate nipples of the bare-chested female pilot!
Barbara was so tense she could hardly breathe. She felt the fishing line constricting her sensitive nipples,
sending waves of sharp pain through her. Involuntarily, she was pulled away from her seat by the line in Akan's hand.
Akan, as if playing with a toy, pulled the fishing line, dragging the female pilot, whose hands were cuffed behind her back
, staggering across the floor until she knelt at his feet.
Barbara felt as if her nipples were being cut off; the pain was rapid and intense
. She couldn't help but cry out, "Oh!! Please don't! ... Please, don't torture me anymore. This, this
hurts too much! ... I'll do anything you want, please stop!"
The fishing line stopped pulling. Barbara, tears streaming down her face, looked up and saw Akan standing before her
, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, dark penis. The hard, fleshy penis slammed into Barbara's face, and she
instinctively recoiled.
"Lick it! Barbara!" Akan commanded, gently twitching the fishing line in his hand.
Barbara immediately screamed again, choking back sobs as she brought her head close to Akan's penis, crying as she opened her mouth and
extended her soft tongue to lick it. When Barbara's tongue touched Akan's thick, hot member
, a foul smell immediately filled her mouth and nose, almost making her vomit.
Akan held his penis, making it level with the top of Barbara's head as she knelt on the ground, so that Barbara
had to lift her head to lick from below. Akan guided the girl carefully licking
his penis with the fishing line, stimulating himself with her soft tongue and warm little mouth; he enjoyed this
domination of the woman kneeling before him.
Barbara's humiliating service drove Akan to the brink of explosion. He endured for a while, then finally dropped
the fishing line, grabbed Barbara's hair, pressed her face against his groin, and began to violently thrust into her mouth
! Each thrust made the American woman feel like she was suffocating; his thick penis
plunged deep into Barbara's throat.
"Yes, you must think this is too much, right? Bitch! You can tell that
friend named 'Vilcori' what this feels like?! I'll fuck you to death, you slut!!"
Barbara tried to calm down, but she couldn't; even breathing was difficult. She could only
catch her breath when Akan withdrew his penis. Akan was now practically riding on Barbara's face, thrusting forcefully.
This caused the female pilot's mouth to feel numb and painful, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, which she couldn't close.
As Akan's thrusts became faster and more violent, Barbara felt
herself on the verge of unconsciousness. Akan's extremely rapid thrusting made it impossible for Barbara to breathe; she felt as if she were swimming in the dark.
Barbara felt utterly terrified and helpless. She crouched on the floor, convulsing, her vision blurring, as
Akan brutally assaulted her mouth and roughly rubbed his penis against her face.
Before losing consciousness, Barbara experienced for the first time the bitter
taste of her mouth and throat filled with semen. Akan used his penis to block Barbara's mouth, ejaculating a large amount of hot, pungent semen into her throat without any leakage
, completely robbing her of the ability to breathe. The female pilot then felt herself fall into boundless darkness
.
Barbara didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she awoke, she found herself still handcuffed,
lying on the floor of the SUV. The fishing line was still tightly wrapped around her nipples; due to the prolonged engorgement
, she only felt a dull pain. She looked sadly at her bare breasts; her two
small nipples were swollen and bruised from the constriction.
Barbara could feel the car moving and heard Akan speaking in the front seat. The salty, fishy
taste and sticky feeling in her mouth immediately reminded Barbara of the horrific ordeal she had just endured. Lying in the bumpy car, her miserable
situation and cruel torture had completely broken the female pilot.
“Oh, Vilcori!” Barbara thought, “Good heavens! I actually told them where to
find you!”
Bosnian Nightmare (Part Four)
At dawn, Vilcori had crossed the last grove of trees and was approaching the agreed-upon location. Although
she was cold and hungry, the thought of being rescued in an hour or two filled her with uncontrollable
excitement.
Vilcori knew that all she needed to do now was go there and send the signal. She carefully made her way through the bushes
and across the grass, when suddenly she saw a strange object ahead!
Vilcori’s heart leaped into her throat, for it was Barbara! She immediately stopped; something
must have gone wrong! Vilcori saw Barbara leaning against a tree, her flight suit torn open, exposing
her breasts! Vilcori also saw Barbara shaking her head, but not speaking.
As Vilcori stared at Barbara, a group of men rose from the bushes beside Barbara!
"Surrender, Lieutenant! My men are everywhere, you can't escape!!"
Vilcori nervously looked around; enemies had appeared in her path, completely surrounding her.
Vilcori quickly drew her pistol from her waist.
"Don't do anything stupid!" a man shouted, pointing a gun at Barbara's head. "If
you shoot, I'll kill your friend! Drop your gun!!"
Vilcori hesitated for a few seconds, then dropped her pistol. Immediately, several men came over,
twisted Vilcori's hands behind her back, and pressed a pistol against her head. Vilcori did not resist and was led towards Barbara
. Vercoli saw Barbara gagged and tied to a tree, her full breasts 　　exposed
from her ripped flight suit, her nipples pulled downwards by fishing line, far exceeding their natural length. From Barbara's 　　eyes, one could tell the pain must have been excruciating! Barbara's face was smeared with dried semen, the white 　　filth testifying to her ordeal. 　　"They've raped her!" Vercoli thought, "I'll be next!" 　　But when Vercoli saw that they had already harmed Barbara, her anger outweighed her fear for herself. 　　"Bastards! Brave men! Is this how you bully a weak girl?! ...You bastards, 　　is this the only way you can make your asses feel good?!" 　　Of the Serbs, only Akan could understand the angry female pilot's curses, and to Vercoli's 　　surprise, he burst into laughter. Akan told the others in Serbian: they had finally met a 　　woman unlike those crying, wailing Muslim women—a truly brave and stubborn woman! 　　Then he turned to the furious Vilkoli: “Ah, Lieutenant Vilkoli, I’m so glad to see you! Barbara 　　has told me a lot about her strong and capable companions, and I’ve already made plans for you 　　!” 　　Vilkoli was somewhat surprised, but quickly regained her composure. 　　“I’m not afraid of you! Our people are on their way. You’d better think about yourself! You rapist 　　!” 　　“Perhaps…” Akan said with a smile, fiddling with Barbara’s radio in his hand 　　…

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