female pilot

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On the second day of the air battle, Air Force Major Diana Baker felt terrible. She was sitting in an Iraqi military truck, her hands strapped behind her back and her head covered by a hood.

Her mouth was dry, the violent jolts from ejecting from her F-16 left her aching all over, and she was terrified. Especially knowing she was done for—the first female fighter pilot had been shot down on her very first combat mission. All

Diana could think about now was how her plan to become a star in the military had turned out this way. She had spent ten years working towards that goal.

Diana had desperately sought to get into the Air Force. In her first year at military academy, she found that mastering and operating those complex systems was no easy feat. But she quickly realized that the Air Force was her chance to realize her ambitions and aspirations, and she didn't hesitate. Diana was extremely accommodating to her superiors. Considering the pressures she faced as a woman, her success was remarkable. She protested against threats and sexual harassment, earning her the nickname "The Nutcracker" for her tough stance.

Diana wasn't annoyed by the nickname; on the contrary, she was quite proud of it, so much so that she adopted "Nutcracker" as her code name in radio communications.

A year earlier, when the Air Force opened up combat personnel to women, Diana was already a near-genius C-141 transport captain.

Now, at 32, Diana Baker was a rapidly rising major and a media darling.

Unfortunately, the media's demand for her to be a "superstar" prevented her from having enough time to learn how to evade SAM missile attacks.

Along the way, Diana thought things might get better. Aside from a few soldiers touching her a few times, the enemy hadn't mistreated her.

Diana was nearly six feet tall, with a well-proportioned, athletic body and a 36-inch bust, a figure she was always proud of.

She felt the truck continue driving on the hard road, and about an hour later, from the increasing noise around her, Diana deduced that she had entered a city. She guessed it must be Baghdad.

Finally, she felt the truck stop, and she was shoved into a building. Amidst the incomprehensible Arabic conversations around her, she descended the stairs and passed through numerous doors that jingled ominously behind her.

Entering the final room, the guards untied Diana's hands. Through the bottom of the hood covering her head, Diana sensed that besides the guards escorting her, there were other men in the room.

Diana had felt immense pride in her mastery of survival and escape skills honed in the Air Force.

Sitting in a chair, watching Diana, was Captain Wahid Yajid, a promising interrogator serving in Saddam's special security agency. He had been personally chosen by the leader to deal with the first captured American pilot and turn him into a propaganda tool.

Yajid knew perfectly well that obtaining intelligence through interrogation was secondary; the primary objective was to psychologically break the captured pilots, turning them into tools to manipulate American public opinion and sow discord among the American people. Although the fact that the first prisoner was a female pilot surprised Yajid, it did not affect his objective or his determination to complete the mission.

A sadist, Yajid had previously planned to have his men sodomize male American pilots.

But now that the other person was a woman, Yajid began to anticipate participating in the rape of this female pilot. Rape was Yajid's primary method, used to break down the psychological defenses of his opponents, whether men or women.

Yajid had tortured and interrogated Iraqi and Kurdish women before, but Diana was the first Western woman he would deal with. The discovery of such a woman under his control excited him immensely.

"Strip her naked!" Yajid commanded, leaning back in his chair.

The guard released Diana's hands, untied her flight suit, and carefully removed it, placing it aside. Then, he roughly tore off her undershirt, bra, and panties. Diana was left only in her boots, naked, her head still covered by a hood.

Diana didn't try to resist; instead, she tried to concentrate and calm her breathing. This was something she had learned in survival training. The purpose of stripping her naked was to undermine her confidence, as her instructors had told her, but knowing this did not lessen her fear in this situation.

Yajid stared intently at the woman's naked body. He noticed Diana's full breasts, the nipples, almost as thick as his little finger, captivating him. Breasts and nipples were extremely sensitive areas for a woman, and Yajid enjoyed tormenting such a woman to the fullest extent.

The woman's well-proportioned and muscular body was rare among Arabs, which only fueled his interest. She aroused him, leading him to decide to thoroughly torment her and inflict as much pain as possible before her endurance reached its limit.

The only thing that repulsed Yajid was Diana's neatly combed pubic hair. Unlike this slut, respectable Arab women trimmed their pubic hair.

Although Yajid knew that leaving this woman standing naked for longer, exposed to men she couldn't see, would only increase her shame, he couldn't resist wanting to see her face. Yajid was also somewhat worried about seeing an ugly, witch-like woman, so he ordered the guards to remove the hood from Diana's head.

He was pleased to see a beautiful, mature face with brown hair.

Diana tried to remain composed as the guard removed his cap. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the bright light, and then she saw two men in front of her.

One was seated, a neatly dressed man about her age, wearing a well-tailored uniform and rank insignia she didn't recognize. Behind this man stood a younger, sullen-looking, ragged fellow.

Diana ignored the younger man, focusing instead on the seated officer. She sensed the guards behind her but paid them no heed.

Yajid spoke succinctly, while the man behind him translated.

“You are now under the control of the security services. You are not a prisoner of war, but a criminal who has committed crimes against Iraq, and will be treated accordingly. Your only hope is to cooperate with us for leniency.”

“I am U.S. Air Force Major Diana Baker, serial number 309-48-8221. I request to be treated as a prisoner of war. If you mistreat prisoners of war, your actions violate the Geneva Conventions and will be considered war crimes.”

It sounded somewhat exaggerated, but Diana was glad she hadn’t been interrupted. She had to make these guys understand that she wasn’t someone they could manipulate.

Yajid listened to Diana’s words and nodded to the guard standing beside her, who immediately struck Diana hard in the waist with a short wooden stick!

Diana immediately fell to the ground in pain, and at the same time, she heard the translator say that the captain didn’t like hearing statements that differed from his own.

Yajid ordered another guard to grab Diana by the hair and lift her to her feet.

Through a translator, he told Diana, “Your country foolishly sent women to the Air Force and into this war. You must pay the price for your country’s folly! Women will not receive preferential treatment, and the Geneva Conventions will not protect you. Tell me your unit, base location, and mission!”

Diana glared angrily at the officer. “Diana Baker, U.S. Air Force Major, serial number 309-48-8221. I request to speak with your superior!”

She had barely finished speaking when Yajid nodded again to the guard. Diana immediately felt the guard strike her from behind again, causing excruciating pain. This time, she barely managed to stay upright, but her vision was already blurring. By the time she recovered, the Iraqi officer had left his seat and walked over to Diana.

Yajid reached out and grabbed Diana's two large, full breasts, cradling them as if weighing their weight. Seeing Diana's clenched fists, expressing helpless anger, Yajid gave a cold laugh and ordered the translator to tell Diana:

"The captain said you're a stupid woman, as if you don't know you're in war, thinking you're at a tea party. He said once those guards have dealt with you, you won't be so uncooperative anymore. Those guards will be happy to rape you! They've never touched a Western woman before, and they'll be even happier when they discover how strong Western women's sexual needs really are."

The translator continued, his worried expression revealing a genuine fear.

“Remember, you are now in his hands. You must do as he says. No one can help you. If you disobey his orders or don’t answer all his questions, he will deal with you in a very terrible way. Tell me, your unit, the location of your base, and your mission.”

Diana hesitated. She hadn’t expected to confront this Iraqi captain so directly. She had thought she would at most be imprisoned, like in her previous special training, but unfortunately, that training wasn’t in the real Middle East. The difference in reality was so vast. She felt as if she were sinking, and she had to feign submission to buy time.

Actually, the questions Yajid was asking weren’t that important, at least not worth being gang-raped for. So Diana began to answer: “My unit is the 250th Squadron, 417th Detachment. The base is in Dhahran.

I was on a routine flight when I was hit.”

Diana felt her face burning as she spoke. She was ashamed of her quick surrender.

But she knew that what she was saying were lies that were useless to him.

Yajid listened to Diana’s answers while opening a black notebook and looking at it. Then he turned to Diana and smiled coldly.

Diana heard the translator translate Yajid's words.

"The captain said you're a pathetic liar. We're not stupid; we listen to CNN too. We've noticed your journalists' reports on your losses. Our pilots also flew to Saudi Arabia many times during the war with Iran. Your base is in Al Mindhat, not Dhahran; the buildings are completely different. And you don't have a 250th Group or 417th Squadron in your air force! Now the captain will teach you a lesson, let you know the consequences of lying!"

Yajid went back and gave orders to the guards.

The guards grabbed Diana's hands and dragged her to a wooden beam hanging from the ceiling. They first struck Diana's lower abdomen, rendering her unable to resist, then handcuffed her hands to the beam. Then they grabbed Diana's strong legs and tied ropes to her calves, which were clad in military boots.

Yajid ordered the translator to help the guards lift Diana's legs parallel to the ground, then securely tied the other end of the rope to the beam.

Thus, Diana was suspended in mid-air, her entire weight resting on her arms, which were handcuffed to a wooden frame, while her legs were bound and bent behind her back in an "L" shape.

Just as Diana was angrily cursing the Iraqis, one of the guards suddenly grabbed a bottle of liquid and shoved it into her mouth, while another immediately pinched her nose. Diana nearly suffocated; the liquid flowed down her throat, causing her to cough and spurt from the corners of her mouth.

The Iraqis laughed, and the translator laughed as he told Diana, "This bottle contains a powerful laxative! The captain said this will prevent your body from being filled with feces!"

A guard grabbed a rubber gag and shoved it into Diana's mouth, then patted her ample buttocks and left. Only the Iraqi officer and the translator remained in the room.

Yajid walked up to the suspended Diana and reached out to knead the two delicate nipples on her full breasts. He stared at Diana's face as he pinched and twisted her nipples with his strong fingers. After a while, the two small, delicate nipples began to harden and stand erect.

Diana initially felt pain, but the pain gradually subsided as her nipples hardened. However, the shame of being played with by this man made her feel even more intense.

Yajid looked admiringly at the two beautiful nipples, then pulled out two small alligator pliers from his pocket, the edges of which revealed terrifyingly sharp serrations. He gently pulled on Diana's already hardened nipples and carefully clamped the pliers onto them!

As soon as the sharp serrations clamped onto the nipples, two drops of blood immediately fell. Diana's mouth, gagged with a ball gag, immediately emitted a muffled, piercing scream! The pain was unbearable; she even thought her nipples had been severed!

Yajid, watching the tortured female pilot, took out a roll of thin duct tape and tore off a section about six inches long. Without a word, he taped the tape to Diana's neatly combed pubic hair, carefully smoothing and securing it. Then, watching Diana's expression closely, he suddenly ripped the tape off!

Another sharp pain shot through her lower body. Diana forced her head away, knowing it was from the tape tearing at her pubic hair as it was pulled up.

Yajid looked at the ripped tape in his hand, noticing the plucked pubic hair stuck to it, and laughed.

The Iraqi officer began repeatedly taping the tape on and then peeling it off using different methods. Sometimes he peeled it slowly, sometimes he ripped it off suddenly. Only when Yajid saw that Diana's genitals were completely bare, with almost all the pubic hair torn off by the tape, did he finally peel off the last piece of tape, walk behind Diana, and firmly stick it to her anus to prevent any leakage.

Then Yajid and his translator left, leaving Diana alone in the room, suspended in immense pain and humiliation.

Diana knew they were going to rape her; they had forced a laxative down her throat, indicating they were going to sodomize her!

Diana had never allowed anyone to have anal sex with her before, and these thoughts terrified her. She could accept normal sex, but not in this sinful place!

Horrible images of herself being anally raped by Iraqis began to surface in her mind, intensified by the pain of her nipples being clamped by alligator clamps and her arms, handcuffed to wooden strips and bearing her full weight.

Diana had been hanging like this for over two hours. Because of her full weight, her wrists felt like they were about to be ripped off the handcuffs, and her arms burned like fire.

Blood dripped from her nipples, clamped by alligator clamps, onto Diana's full breasts, the pain unbearable. But slowly, her clamped nipples began to lose sensation, becoming numb.

But an even more terrifying sensation came from the immense pressure Diana felt as she was forced to swallow large amounts of laxative fluid. The pressure on her abdomen was indescribable; Diana felt as if her body was about to explode. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't defecate because her anus was taped shut. She could only continue to hang there, waiting in immense pain and humiliation.

When Yajid returned to the room with a group of guards, Diana immediately panicked. At least ten naked men of various kinds had entered!

They surrounded Diana's naked, full, and muscular body. Diana struggled to make a sound through her gag, wanting to tell Yajid that she would tell him everything she wanted to know if he spared her. But no matter how hard Diana tried, she could only utter some indistinct gurgling sounds.

The captain wasn't really interested in Diana's confession; he wanted to completely break the woman.

Yajid ordered a guard to remove the alligator clamps from Diana's nipples. When the clamps were removed, Diana briefly lost consciousness. As blood and sensation returned to her nipples, Diana felt a wave of intense pain.

As she agonized over the pain in her chest, a guard placed a bucket under her buttocks. Almost simultaneously with the duct tape being ripped off Diana's anus, a torrent of feces gushed from her rectum!

Diana felt an unprecedented sense of relief; at that moment, she could no longer feel the burning pain in her nipples or the terror of impending rape.

The foul stench of feces didn't bother the men around her. They brought a small hose and began washing Diana's thighs and buttocks, which were soiled by her recent excrement. Then they inserted the hose into her anus to clean away any remaining feces.

The cold water flowed into her anus and rectum, then down between Diana's legs, causing her to shiver.

They pulled the hose out of Diana's anus, giving her no chance to close it, and the first man's penis was forcefully thrust inside!

Diana suddenly felt a tremendous, throbbing pain in her anus and rectum, quickly spreading to her abdomen, as if the man wasn't using a penis, but a fist! Diana immediately began to struggle frantically, letting out muffled screams and desperately twisting her hips, trying to free the penis from her anus.

The guards behind her held Diana tightly with their strong arms, preventing her from struggling. His penis was already halfway inside Diana's anus. With a forceful thrust, he shoved his entire thick penis into the captured female pilot's asshole!

The guard held Diana for a moment, savoring the warmth and tightness of the woman's still-virgin anus, before beginning to brutally rape her.

He thrust forcefully into Diana's buttocks while tightly holding her naked body; both of them were drenched in sweat.

Diana was still desperately resisting, her muscles tense, struggling to escape the burning pain of the rape in her anus. But each heavy thrust from the guard brought Diana waves of intense pain; she felt she was dying, that the guard's rape was tearing her body apart.

But she wasn't dead yet. The first guard only lasted a few minutes inside Diana's raped buttocks before ejaculating. Now Diana's anus and buttocks were covered in slippery semen, her anus slightly open without resistance.

The first guard had barely withdrawn his penis when another took his place. The second guard thrust his penis forcefully into Diana's anus, all the way in! Then he began to brutally thrust in and out of the female pilot's anus, giving Diana no chance to adapt to the new penis.

With each heavy thrust and pounding, Diana screamed incessantly. Her sweaty face was now smeared with tears and snot as she struggled and twisted her body, trying to escape the cruel rapist's penis.

But Diana's struggles only excited the guard raping her, who thrust even harder and more cruelly.

Soon, a third guard replaced the second.

The pain from her anus gradually lessened; it could only helplessly open, allowing the enemy's penis to invade. Diana gradually felt her body go numb. Although her strong arms and legs were bound and bent, Diana still struggled, resisting each thrust of the rapist. But as new rapists appeared, Diana's struggles and resistance gradually weakened.

By the time the seventh man arrived, Diana was limp and suspended in the air, brutally raped in her anus by the enemy. Her sweat-drenched, naked body was extremely weak.

Diana's buttocks and thighs were covered with the semen of the guards who had raped her, as if coated with a dried white shell. Her head drooped weakly in front of her chest, swaying gently with the rough thrusts of the excited man behind her.

Following Yajid's orders, the guards raping Diana's anus also vigorously kneaded her beautiful and tender nipples. The pain from her nipples made Diana weakly resist again, but her feeble struggles only excited the penises inside her, and she could not escape being raped.

Captain Yajid sat less than a meter away from Diana, watching with great interest as the guards took turns raping this woman from the Western world through her anus.

“She looked even sexier and more alluring when they raped her,” he thought, admiring Diana’s well-proportioned, firm body. A hint of submission appeared in the eyes of this beautiful female pilot being gang-raped, and Yajid began to feel an unbearable swelling in his penis; he couldn’t resist joining in the gang rape of Diana. However, his pride prevented Yajid from sharing this woman with his men now; he had to wait.

Yajid looked with great interest into Diana’s eyes, filled with pain and sorrow. “The eyes always accurately express a woman’s inner thoughts,” he always believed.

He noticed that Diana’s handcuffed hands were clenched tightly into fists, blood flowing from where her nails dug deep into her hands. From the excessive kneading, Diana’s nipples were noticeably swollen and deep red. Judging from Diana’s weak sobs, this excessive abuse had caused her immense pain. But more importantly, it was clear from Diana’s face that this female pilot had been completely broken. In those few hours, she had learned a great deal, but Yajid intended to teach this woman even more.

Diana had almost lost consciousness; she could only feel the burning, throbbing pain in her anus, and the agony from her suspended arms and abused nipples. She could no longer think; only immense pain and humiliation tormented her.

When Diana was first raped, she knew she couldn't tolerate such violence inflicted upon her. But like a wild animal caught in a trap, after a desperate struggle, Diana finally realized she had no hope of escape. She was now powerless to resist. Helplessly suspended, she endured the immense humiliation inflicted upon her body by the enemy.

After all ten guards had ejaculated into Diana's anus and left the naked woman, Yajid suddenly had the idea of having the guards gang rape Diana again. He wanted to see this proud woman suffer even more humiliation until she was completely transformed. Based on his previous experience, gang rape had already broken down the woman's physical defenses, making her even more vulnerable. He deduced that further abuse would force Diana into complete submission.

He ordered the guards to leave Diana, and Yagid walked behind the suspended female pilot to observe the outcome of the gang rape.

Diana's anus remained slightly open, the delicate flesh inside protruding. Thick, white semen slowly flowed from her anus, down her buttocks to her thighs, the dried semen forming stains that stretched from her full thighs to her knees. Diana emitted weak moans from her gag-filled mouth, her head drooping limply against her chest. Her full breasts heaved violently, as if she had just completed a long journey.

Her naked, athletic body was covered in the sweat of herself and her guards.

Yajid knelt down in front of Diana and began to carefully examine the captured female pilot's naked genitals.

He ran one hand up her smooth, full thigh, touching her vulva. Diana's pubic hair had been pulled out, exposing her delicate skin, allowing Yajid a clear view of the elegantly shaped labia minora and the tender inner walls. He slowly inserted a finger into her vulva.

"Very good, still dry inside!" Yajid was extremely satisfied. He had initially worried that the brutal gang rape of Diana's anus by his men would arouse her lust, but now he was pleased.

He ordered the guards to untie the ropes binding Diana's feet, raising her legs from behind to in front of her body, spreading them wide apart in a very lewd position. Then, they tied the ropes back around her feet, attaching the other end to a beam, suspending her body in mid-air.

Diana was still semi-conscious. Yajid ordered a guard to bring ammonia and hold it to her nose to fully awaken the female pilot.

As soon as Diana awoke and began to struggle, the first guard immediately moved between her forcibly spread legs, raised his still-filthy penis (from where he had just raped Diana's anus), and forcefully thrust it into the woman's defenseless vagina!

The dry walls of Diana's vagina rubbed against the guard's forcefully thrusting penis, causing him slight discomfort, but Diana felt waves of excruciating pain. Ignoring Diana's pain, the guard thrust his hips forward, knowing his penis was fully inserted. Then he stopped, holding the position for a moment, carefully savoring the warmth and tightness of this proud female officer's vagina.

Seeing Diana's eyes closed in pain, slumped to one side, Yajid lit a cigarette and slowly brought the burning tip close to the woman's left breast, almost burning her already swollen nipple!

Diana looked up in terror, her fearful and sorrowful gaze meeting Yajid's cruel eyes.

Yajid gestured, and the guard immediately began his brutal rape.

The guard's movements were rough and forceful, causing Diana's unprepared vagina to throb with excruciating pain, as if it were being torn apart. The guard pulled his penis almost completely out, then thrust it back in forcefully, subjecting Diana to repeated torment.

Each impact felt like a heavy blow to the neck, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She knew her still-dry vagina must be bleeding. But she was powerless to resist, left hanging there to be raped by the enemy.

The guard gripped Diana's firm, full hips for support as he brutally raped her. With each forceful thrust, his face was inches from the woman's, and he could clearly see the tears streaming down the face of the raped female pilot. The tears of shame streaming down the face of this beautiful and proud woman fueled the guard's lust for violence even more than the warm, tight flesh enveloping his penis!

The female pilot began to emit low moans through her gag, which only drove the guard madder. Finally, he ejaculated his hot, sticky semen into the woman's dry vagina.

Immediately, another guard replaced him, beginning to brutally rape the female prisoner as well.

The savage rapist grinned at the woman, his face disgusting Diana. But as soon as Diana closed her eyes, the cigarette butt in Yajid's hand immediately moved towards her nipple. Despite the horrific abuse, the pain was unbearable for Diana.

Yajid held Diana's head, forcing her to watch as one savage and ugly man after another brutally raped her body, just as they had done to her anus, using her vagina as a container for their disgusting semen.

Although it wasn't as painful as the gang rape from behind, being forced to watch these greedy men rape her felt even more humiliating. She felt like a whore.

Diana struggled, but it was useless; it only emboldened them to rape her more violently.

With each man's brutal assault, Diana's resistance weakened until her sweat-drenched body had no strength left, limply hanging in the air by ropes suspended from the ceiling.

Diana's anus was still weakly slightly open, with residual semen still dripping out. But now, her vagina was also covered in white semen, dripping continuously onto the floor.

[The End]

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