The Abuse of Female Soldier Lin Qi

The Torture of Female Soldier Lynch: Amidst
the roar of gunfire, Lynch was terrified and knelt on the ground, praying desperately. But it seemed God didn't hear her, instead summoning the devil. Iraqi soldiers emerged from the smoke, and she was captured.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had become a prisoner of these infidels, and a female prisoner at that. She was locked in a cellar, surrounded by a group of Iraqi soldiers. A junior officer pressed her to the muddy ground, pulled out a curved knife,
and slashed open her blouse. Lynch froze in terror just before the blade grazed her bra. The blade felt like ice against her skin, making her feel as if her blood was freezing. The junior officer pinched her nipples with his fingers and slapped her firm body, speaking broken English: "If you try to escape, I'll cut your abdomen open, all the way to your throat."
He warned, gesturing with the blade.
"You have a good body, I like it."
His nails dug into her nipples until they hardened.
“I’m going to fuck you in ways you’ll never imagine!”
Lynch couldn’t hear him clearly, only felt an unprecedented fear. “Please, let me go,”
she pleaded.
He chuckled at her, then moved his knife from her throat to the belt of her skirt.
The knife sliced across her belt, and the skirt fell to the ground. He stepped back, admiring his captive—wearing only underwear and military boots. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
Lynch shook her head, pleading, “Please, no, let me go.” The
leader grabbed Lynch’s hair, pulling her head in front of his penis.
“Look at mine! Touch it! Now!”
He twisted her hair, his erect penis like a waterlogged fire hose, the red glans dangling before Lynch’s eyes.
She had never seen such a horrifying penis; the large, hairy scrotum hung precariously below it, so large that she couldn’t help but imagine the horror of having it inserted. However, she never imagined it would be shoved into her mouth!
"Suck it!"
he commanded. "Suck it all in, I want to feel your lips and tongue washing me!"
He gripped her hair tighter, pressed a knife against her chin, and forced his penis into her mouth. She felt the glans and shaft slide back and forth on her tongue. Her mouth was wet with saliva.
She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Unexpectedly, the leader thrust forward forcefully, pushing his penis even deeper into her throat, his testicles pressed against her chin. She gagged, but dared not struggle. She had heard many tales of the atrocities committed by Iraqi soldiers, and she dared not disobey his demands.
The surrounding Iraqi soldiers laughed, several hands groping her breasts. She felt hopeful, like a nightmare that would end with nothing happening. But a penis stuffed full in her mouth—this was not a dream, and no one could save her.
As the leader pressed his head against the ground, her fear intensified.
The surrounding soldiers spread her legs, slid a knife between her panties and abdomen, and shredded her panties into strips, exposing her completely naked genitals to the sadistic gazes of the soldiers.
One soldier bent forward, and she trembled as his hot tongue licked between her legs. His tongue parted her labia and licked up to her clitoris. Nora's entire body trembled under his torturous tongue assault. At the same time, the large penis in her mouth continued to thrust in and out. She gasped for breath, her head shaking weakly. But this only excited the squad leader more; his penis thrust faster and faster, seemingly never to stop, her mouth feeling like it was on fire under the lewd thrusting. The way he raped her and thrust was like revenge.
Finally, his penis violently ejaculated hot semen, spraying into her mouth, wave after wave of hot fluid rushing into her throat, suffocating her—a pain she had never imagined. Finally, semen filled her mouth, trickling down her throat and overflowing from her lips. The gang leader wiped his semen-dripping penis on her face.
"Everyone's going to fuck you, bitch!"
he sneered.
Lynch gasped for breath, and before she could spit out the filth in her mouth, she felt another hard penis penetrating her vagina. After a brutal thrust, the penis was forced deep into her vagina.
Lynch screamed in pain, but there was nothing she could do to stop these sadists from raping her. She felt like her vagina was about to burst, and no matter how much she screamed, the penis continued to push deeper into her tormented body. When one penis ejaculated, another came, the penis pumping in and out of her vagina relentlessly. The pain intensified, and Lynch's screams echoed in the cellar, as if every nerve in her body was screaming for mercy.
The wooden door of the cellar was pushed open forcefully, and a uniformed officer entered. The soldiers stopped what they were doing and stood at attention, saluting. The officer approached Lynch, scrutinizing the American female soldier. He pulled at her still-torn clothes, forcing her to stand. He spread her arms, looking disgustedly at her face still dripping with white fluid, then used his feet to separate her legs, staring at her semen-drenched genitals, saying, "Filthy American bitch! So lewd, having sex with so many men at once, top and bottom at the same time."
The officer turned to the soldiers: "You idiots, if I hadn't left you a hole, I would have killed you all."
He waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately left happily; they were satisfied, they had had their fill. And they had gotten there before the officer.
That was enough. The officer unbuckled his belt, pulled it off, his trousers fell down, revealing a hard, erect penis. He still held Lynch's hands with one hand, while swinging the belt with the other.
The belt hissed through the air, then slapped down on Lynch's chest. Lynch screamed; the pain made her body feel like it was on fire, and the second and third slaps followed. Each time the belt struck her, it felt like an electric current ran through her chest. As the belt began to strike her abdomen, she twisted her body to escape the blows, while he whipped the rest of her body, leaving her legs and buttocks covered in red streaks.
Finally, he dropped the belt, grabbed her hair, and turned her around so that her buttocks were facing his penis. Only then did she understand what he meant by leaving a hole. "Ah! No! You can't do this!"
she pleaded, "Your penis will tear me apart, it will kill me, no! Please don't do this!" Her
desperate pleas were ineffective; her voice only aroused him further. The officer shouted, "Let me show you what Iraq is tough."
He grabbed her buttocks and rubbed his penis back and forth between her anus. She felt the hard head of his penis pressing against her anus, and each time it touched her anus, she trembled. She knew his penis would tear her apart.
"You bitch! I'll fuck your big ass raw!"
the officer roared incoherently, spreading her buttocks and pressing his penis against her anus. He grabbed her round, white buttocks and thrust in forcefully, a thick, dark penis violently squeezing between her snow-white, round buttocks. Her tender anal flesh tore open, and Lynch cried out in agony, her two large, full breasts swaying wretchedly with the rape from behind, making her look exceptionally miserable and humiliated.
After a brutal struggle, he finally forced his hard penis into her anus. Lynch screamed as his penis entered her rectum, pushing open the mucous membrane and entering her body. She felt as if a rod was being inserted into her; the pain spread throughout her body. She gasped for breath, trying with all her might to jump away, but any movement seemed to only push his penis deeper into her anus.
His fingers gripped her buttocks tightly, and he began to thrust back and forth, making his penis move like a piston in her anus. The pain of his penis entering her anus was excruciating! Her whole body felt like it was on fire; this perverse brutality tightened every nerve in her body. Her survival instinct kicked in, and she tried to move her hips forward, trying to escape, but it was no use. The officer's penis continued to torment her.
The pain was worse than a belt striking her nipples. Her buttocks trembled as he fucked her anus like a horrible demon. Each thrust made a gurgling sound as he roughly gripped her buttocks. He ran his fingers over her legs, digging into her vagina. She felt his nails roughly scraping her clitoris. His thrusts were like those of an enraged bull, each forceful insertion causing his testicles to slap against her thighs. He gurgled as he slapped her soft body with his large hands.
As he drew closer to ejaculation, his thrusts became increasingly forceful and brutal, striking every inch of skin he could reach. He bent her over and began slapping her breasts back and forth until they were red as fire, then he began hitting her legs until her thighs were covered in red handprints. Each slap and each wave of pain sent shivers down Lynch's spine. God, what had she done wrong to be sodomized by infidels in this faraway land!
When the officer began hitting her outer thighs, she felt her knees buckle, but he held her up with his hands and penis, keeping her buttocks raised, while he continued to hit and penetrate her, ravaging and ravaging the American female soldier he had so painstakingly captured, venting his fear and hatred of America in an extremely brutal way on this young and beautiful body.
Then she felt him begin to tremble as he reached orgasm, his semen shooting into her buttocks. His body arched and began to convulse, but he continued to thrust in and out of her buttocks with unbelievable brutality. As his penis began ejaculating hot, thick semen into her buttocks, he began slapping her breasts with all his might. Lynch's entire body screamed with each violent thrust. His semen filled her buttocks and began to leak out, flowing down her tormented thighs.
Her rectum gripped him tightly, eliciting joyful roars. His penis thrust in and out of her buttocks, ejaculating with abandon, creating a lewd scene. Even after he had ejaculated completely, he continued thrusting until his penis softened before withdrawing from her body.
Lynch's bare, round, firm buttocks were covered with conspicuous handprints and scratches. Her once tight, narrow anus had been ravaged into a filthy, fleshy hole, from which thick, white fluid mixed with blood flowed, running down her calves and feet.
As the officer pulled up his trousers, he watched with keen interest as his men brutally gang-raped and tortured the captured female soldier, staring at her, barely alive, as if admiring a fine work of art. Looking at her youthful, muscular body, still bearing the marks of torture, a brilliant idea suddenly struck him.
"Ha! Brilliant!" He knew how to deal with this woman. He would send her to a wonderful place, the torture chamber his superiors used for their debauchery. There, the female soldier of the world's most powerful army would become an utterly shameless and depraved prostitute! A bitch devoid of any will, completely at the mercy of her captors. That would be true pleasure.
He triumphantly shouted for his men to enter, pointing at the barely alive woman, "Clean this bitch thoroughly. Treat her. Don't injure her! This bitch's delicate flesh still has a great use!"
Finally, Lynch, the unfortunate prisoner of war, got a moment's respite. She was taken to the hospital and thoroughly cleaned; her injured breasts, genitals, and anus were treated. She lay helplessly on the hospital bed, utterly terrified. Her thoughts swirled like a vortex, filled with horror and pain. Having endured unimaginable violence and rape, it seemed no torture was impossible for her.
Was this real? Had she been raped like a toy by those soldiers from the moment she was captured until now? Or had her mind become disordered? But the pain between her legs, especially in her anus, was real, beyond anything she could imagine. Ah… this pain, throbbing in waves, burned like fire! Lin Qi was in a semi-conscious state, unable to distinguish between nightmare and reality.
A few days later, Lin Qi had recovered considerably. Although she had suffered greatly, her injuries were mostly external, and she was young and healthy. Outwardly, she looked almost normal, only still wearing a hospital gown. Of course, the trauma in her heart wouldn't heal in a few days, or even years. The fighting continued, and the US-led coalition forces had reached the outskirts of Baghdad. Everyone understood that Saddam's downfall was imminent. Perhaps one day the US military would storm the hospital and take Lynch away. Therefore, the hospital staff treated Lynch with great courtesy, and some were even secretly seeking ways to contact the US military so that Lynch could return home as soon as possible. As a result, Lynch's mood gradually improved, and her complexion became better. She thought she had passed the most difficult moment. She never imagined that the longest, most terrifying, most exciting, and most unforgettable night of her life awaited her! And it was on the eve of the coalition's complete victory.
The hospital room door opened, and the officer who had sodomized Lynch entered. "Miss, this is much more comfortable than the cellar last time, isn't it? You look much better."
The officer smiled faintly.
A wave of terror washed over Lin Qi, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Thank you for bringing me here. You...you must continue to help me..."
she said angrily, "You're a soldier, you should treat prisoners of war well."
"Of course I'll do what I should,"
the officer replied. "I'm here today to treat you well, to send you to a good place."
He grinned maliciously and forced Lin Qi into the car.
The car drove out of the hospital, winding left and right across the desert, and as night approached, it entered a tunnel. After getting out of the car, the officer led Lin Qi into a room where several burly men dressed as medical personnel in white coats were already waiting.
They worked together, skillfully stripping Lin Qi naked and placing her on a wooden platform. Lin Qi screamed and struggled desperately, even punching and kicking, but to no avail. Two of the men lifted her upper body, chaining her arms and neck with two iron chains, while another chained her waist and suspended her from a beam, spreading her legs so that Lin Qi's plump, white buttocks were exposed as she knelt on the platform.
Then, the burly men grabbed the hoses, and jets of water sprayed her. Lynch let out a weak, pitiful whimper, her body trembling violently. She was utterly desperate, feeling completely drained. She cried and wailed, but had no strength left to struggle; it seemed all her energy had been exhausted in her previous futile struggles. After rinsing her for a while, two of the burly men parted Lynch's bare buttocks, exposing her narrow opening, while another man forcefully inserted the hose!
"Ugh!"
Lynch struggled violently, letting out a long, mournful cry. She felt something hard and incredibly thick being thrust heavily into her anus! The burning, tearing sensation made her scream instantly!
"No! Please! Ah... God, spare me... No! No, no!"
Lynch cried out uncontrollably, writhing pitifully as the horrible thing was fully inserted into her anus, reaching her rectum. The powerful jets of water shot into her rectum, and the indescribable bloating and pain in Lynch's abdomen drove her almost insane!
Even in her nightmares, she never imagined she'd be forced to have an enema like this. She had absolutely no control over the urge to defecate. Even in front of so many thugs, she cried and struggled, but the hose wouldn't let her anus go, continuing to spray water into her rectum. She felt like she was about to explode. Finally, her anus opened, and filthy excrement gushed out like an arrow, covering her buttocks and thighs.
Lin Qi couldn't imagine how pathetic and shameful she looked. Bent over, her filthy buttocks exposed, shackled and kneeling on the platform, her tortured body being cleaned by the enemy, awaiting even more cruel and humiliating abuse. Strangely, she actually felt a slight pleasure from defecating.
"You filthy bitch! You've pooped so much!"
The officer lewdly slapped Lynch's plump, white buttocks, then took the hose and personally washed her entire body.
Lynch's light brown anus, after the cruel enema and hose washing, had become a small, round, fleshy hole, glistening with water droplets, trembling slightly, appearing incredibly alluring and lewd. The officer repeatedly washed her until he felt she was clean before dropping the hose. The burly men unlocked the chains and dragged Lynch to the next room.
The officer roughly slapped Lynch's large, white breasts, pinching her nipples hard, staring at her tear-streaked face, and said, "Enjoy yourself, you lowly American bitch, you're about to have an unparalleled night!"
With that, the men and the officer threw her down and left.
Completely naked, Lynch was left alone in the room, terrified and helpless. Before her sat a device she couldn't identify; she couldn't imagine its purpose. She couldn't fathom what she was about to encounter. After a while, Lynch noticed that someone had been silently observing her from the shadows. Approaching her, she saw a bald general who looked familiar. Perhaps one of the wanted men on the playing cards, a close confidant of Saddam?
"Beautiful American lady, welcome. I will give you a wonderful evening,"
the general said in perfect English, his manner friendly and courteous.
"Please let me go back,"
Lynch pleaded, clinging to a sliver of hope.
"Oh, I will. But please first admire something I invented. I invited you, young and beautiful lady, here to
introduce you to a great invention, a device called 'Stallion,' a machine for women to enjoy ultimate pleasure. Amazing! I will explain it to you in detail and even operate it myself."...
Lynch stood naked on the floor, her mouth agape in shock. The general, holding her hand, led her around the device, pointing and meticulously explaining what "The Stud" could do to her over eight hours, how it would truly drive her mad…
Lynch had gone mad, and despite knowing it was futile, she kept begging him to release her from this hell on earth. She even knelt at the general's feet, offering to perform oral sex on him, to sodomize him, to do anything he asked. She cared nothing for shame, just to be spared.
"Alright, stop talking. I just gave you an enema so you could enjoy the pleasure cleanly."
The bald general seemed not to hear Lynch's pleas at all, saying, "I bet you'll enjoy your date with 'The Stud' tonight. Don't waste time, get on it."
He excitedly watched the girl's pitiful body tremble. No female prisoner of war could endure the machine's merciful treatment! It could mold them until they could only gasp, scream, groan, trembling and limp like piles of mud!
“No…ah…sir, please don’t, I beg you…”
“You will like it, even though it’s just a machine. But it will completely conquer you, making you orgasm endlessly…orgasm…and more orgasm…”
he chuckled wickedly.
Lynch, naked, shook her head wildly, struggling. The general pinched her nipples, feeling a surge of pleasure. The girl’s breasts were incredibly firm, highlighting her two rose-pink nipples. She had a beautiful physique, with long, strong, and rounded limbs—truly perfect material for the “stallion.”
“Come on, my beautiful girl, whether you like it or not, this will be a wild night for you and the ‘stallion.’”
Tears filled the young female soldier’s eyes; she was so helpless, so vulnerable! The general loved this expression. The poor girl sobbed quietly as the general, pinching her nipples, led her to the “stallion.” There was also a chair and two large mirrors, allowing all the women sitting on the “stallion” to clearly see every detail of their rape.
“Get on!”
the general commanded simply.
Lin Qi's eyes were brimming with tears, her arms tightly covering her bare, snow-white breasts and genitals. She obeyed the general's instructions, climbing onto the intricate stainless steel machine.
The device was remarkably simple to operate: the woman knelt, her knees bound to two iron posts by two black leather straps—quite "comfortable." These posts were adjustable; they could be moved outwards to allow the girls' legs to spread as wide as possible, or they could be used for support on their knees, moving backwards and forwards. Her arms stretched forward, each wrist secured to a lever, and the machine moved to the desired position, raising or lowering her body at the controller's will. Additionally, there were two spur-like spirals that could be fitted with massage sticks; the speed of these spurs could be adjusted individually or simultaneously by the controller.
"I think I'll give you special treatment; you're the first American female soldier to date a 'stud',"
he said, tightening the straps around the girl's thighs and wrists, stretching her limbs as much as possible. “Your anus will be penetrated, just like your sweet vagina, but I will add lubricant, not just an itch cream.”
Before it even began, Lynch was already trembling all over, sobbing intermittently. With her limbs restrained, her buttocks involuntarily arched, her vagina wide open. The general leisurely selected two rubber vibrators from a row of items: one about 6 inches long and 1 inch in diameter for insertion into her anus; the other 9 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter for insertion into her vagina.
“What a lucky girl you are!”
he sighed as he tightened the two artificial penises. “Soon you will be moaning with pleasure.”
He carefully adjusted the machine, gently aligning each vibrator with each hole, then picked up the remote control, sat down in front of his tearful victim, lifted Lynch’s chin, and kissed her. “You must be eager, let’s begin!”
The general turned the switch, and the girl immediately gasped and cried out in pain. Although Lynch's anus had been stretched during the enema, the vibrator aimed at her anus was still far too thick. After applying a lot of lubricant, it slowly entered her rectum, lingered for a moment, and then began to rotate. Almost simultaneously, a second vibrator parted her labia and forcefully penetrated her vagina; she gasped for breath.
Good heavens! This monster was enormous! She was going to die! It paused for a moment… then slid out, and as it slid out, the anal vibrator was inserted again, repeating this process. The two vibrators, like pistons, slowly thrust and retreated between her two orifices, alternating. Lynch gritted her teeth, sweat poured down her body, and she sobbed incessantly. Oh! God! Why did she have to suffer this torturous game of torture?
The vibrators slowly moved inside their victims, and the general, while enjoying the girl's agonizing expression, considered other available equipment. Two bottles hung from the rack, liquids dripping like veins: one containing lubricant, the other an anti-itch agent, two plastic tubes glued together at the ends. The lubricant was already dripping; by now, the girl should be experiencing some itching! The general attached the plastic tube to her back, the end passing through her wide-open buttocks, then secured it with a sticker an inch from her anus. He opened the clamp on the anti-itch agent bottle, and the agent began to slide down her anus, followed by the thrusting vibrator, the excess dripping down her pink vaginal walls.
The general simultaneously increased the speed of the vibrator's thrusting. The anti-itch agent quickly took effect; Lynch writhed and groaned, her face flushing red. She could writhe and squirm, but the vibrator wouldn't leave her, and she couldn't avoid it—yes, the machine was cleverly designed.
After five minutes, the general stopped the anal vibrator but doubled the speed of the vibrator thrusting amidst the overflowing vaginal fluid. Almost instantly, Lynch began to convulse and pant like a bitch. The large vibrator had taken over her... and she was utterly powerless to resist. Then her hind legs and buttocks began to move in sync with the swaying of the rubber dildo; she had lost herself, becoming dazed... moans of pleasure escaped her lips... and she was sinking deeper and deeper into ecstasy...
The general smiled lewdly, enjoying watching the girl's torture and eventual ecstasy. He increased the speed... the vibrator moved faster, and Lynch reached a breathtaking climax. Suddenly, the vibrator stopped. The girl's body, however, continued to writhe and sway involuntarily, seeking the afterglow of her orgasm. Then Lynch's head slumped limply, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed. She didn't understand why she was experiencing an orgasm amidst pain.
The general smiled, lifted her face, and asked, "Happy now?"
Lynch could only weakly shake her head. The large vibrator remained inside her swollen vulva, another inserted into her anus. Her body... her desire... she knew she was now under the control of this irresistible machine, which would bring her intense orgasms, and then more and more... until she was completely conquered.
While this monster carried out its "torture," the general was simultaneously considering other devices. He lifted two black rubber milking cones from under the "stud" and attached them to a small pump. Inside the cup-shaped device, a rubber ball was rotated by suction cups, allowing them to create a licking sensation around the victim's nipples, either together or individually. The general placed the two black rubber milking cones on Lynch's large breasts, leaving only the nipples exposed.
Then he started it. The milking machine began to work, and instantly, Lynch's breasts were squeezed and kneaded. At the same time, the two massage sticks started to operate again. Before Lynch could catch her breath, she was once again plunged into frenzy, into a long, inescapable, endless orgasm...
The general poured himself a glass of wine, sat contentedly in front of his victim, drank, and considered other options. Perhaps the electroshock torture electrodes and clamps could come in handy, adding more exercise to this beautiful body. But that would be later, at least after she had been straddling this machine for an hour... Finally, the orgasm subsided, and Lynch felt herself able to breathe again. Although the vibrator and breast pump had long since stopped working, Lynch still felt being penetrated and squeezed, her whole body like limp dough, devoid of any strength. Suddenly, she felt the two iron rods binding her arms pull backward and upward, causing her upper body to arch backward like a bow, her full breasts proudly protruding forward. The general held two electrodes in his hands, extending them towards the area below her tender breasts.
"No...please don't...ah!"
she screamed, begging for mercy...but she received no mercy.
The general gently shook his head: "Don't worry, my girl, you will reach sexual ecstasy, making all women envious of you."
He firmly clamped the electrodes onto her already extremely sensitive pink nipples, turned the switch, setting it to 2. Instantly, her whole body convulsed violently. All her nerves tightened sharply, snapping one by one. Lynch began to scream again; she thought she had no strength left to scream, yet her cries were so shrill, like those of a dying mother beast. The general took a sip of his drink and turned the vibrator and breast pump back on. Then he stepped back, enjoying the sight of the body trembling wildly in her unconscious state.
Fortunately, this third orgasm didn't last long; the general had more important things to do. After finishing this, he would let her continue to enjoy herself on the "stallion." He turned off all the switches. He sprinkled some alcohol on Lynch's face and body to wake her up quickly. Lynch groaned weakly. She envied her fallen comrades, who could go to heaven without suffering such unimaginable torment. She prayed to God, "Let this all end quickly, let me ascend to heaven soon, Almighty God!" She could no longer endure this agonizing sexual stimulation.
The general untied Lynch's hands and feet, turned her limp body over, laid her on her back on the "stallion," then bound her hands and feet again. He installed the vibrator, breast pump, and electrodes, and began sprinkling alcohol on her body while caressing her from her breasts to her buttocks to her thighs.
He circled the "stud" once: "American female soldier, you're so lucky to enjoy such a great invention of mine."
He returned to Lynch and sighed: "You're so fortunate. Enjoying such a wonderful orgasm, and you can even taste my precious semen. How will you thank me?"
He took off his pants, sat in the chair, smoothed Lynch's blond hair, adjusted the height so that Lynch's tilted face was directly in front of his penis, then parted her mouth and inserted his semi-erect penis. Lynch shook her head weakly, and the general held the back of her head with his hand, keeping his penis in the girl's mouth like holding a chamber pot. Then
he turned on the remote control of the vibrator, and the two vibrators went in and out of the two vaginas again; he turned on the breast pump, kneading the breasts; finally, he turned on the electrode switch, and Lynch's whole body suddenly jumped, her limbs tensed, she convulsed violently, her head twisted weakly, and with his penis in her mouth, she could not cry out, only whimper.
The general continued to support the back of her head, pinching her breasts, thrusting his hips forward forcefully. Gradually, his soft penis hardened, and he groaned with pleasure as he exerted himself. Lin Qi's mouth was watering from the penetration; the penis grew harder and longer, pushing into her throat. She knew this was called "deep throat," and she never imagined she would experience the ultimate level of oral sex in this state. She couldn't breathe, only managing to inhale a little air through her nose to avoid suffocating.
The general thrust deeper and deeper, the pleasure intensifying. He used his free hand to turn all the switches to maximum.
Then, holding Lin Qi's chin, he cupped her head with both hands, thrusting his penis in and out as if penetrating a vagina, rubbing it repeatedly between her lips, mouth, tongue, and throat. Her body convulsed like a dying fish, experiencing intense pleasure. Finally, she climaxed, his penis plunging into her throat, semen spraying down her esophagus, and she completely suffocated. Her body went limp, and she lay still. Although the vibrator, breast pump, and electrodes were still working diligently,
the general, satisfied, ejaculated all his semen into the girl's mouth. He withdrew his limp penis, pulled up his pants, and turned off all the switches. Lynch lay sprawled on the "stallion," motionless, like a dead man. But he knew from experience that she would wake up. This young body was still strong. She had to stay obediently on that machine and continue to be "trained" by the "stallion." Only four hours had passed; she still had to endure another four hours. After the general had a good sleep, it would start all over again...
Ah, what a moment worthy of being recorded in history! A great Iraqi general and a beautiful American female soldier shared a wonderful night!

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