[Bosnia and Herzegovina's Nightmare]

Background: In early 1998, as tensions in the Balkans began to ease and U.S.
troops prepared to withdraw, the armed conflict in Bosnia and Herzegovina escalated again. This story recounts
the experiences of two female combatants in the U.S. military after being captured during the conflict.

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Bosnian Nightmare (Part 1)

"She 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 of the town.

The young girl's long, bouncy legs leaped across the road as she approached
the building , completely unaware of the impending danger.

When the girl reached the building, the men suddenly dropped their rifles and jumped out!
Before young prey could react, they had pinned her to the ground.

In a very short time, the four men subdued the girl's resistance, pinning her to the ground and
holding her hands above her head. The eldest of them—their leader—used a small knife to rip open the girl's t-
shirt, tearing it to shreds and revealing a white, lace-trimmed bra underneath.

The girl struggled desperately, but the fabric covering her firm breasts was easily ripped
off . The men carried the girl into the dilapidated house.

Now these men could properly examine their captive. She was a short-haired
girl , 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 in an attempt to stand and escape.

One of the four men stood in front of the Mu girl, his booted legs pinning
her hands down. His other two companions 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, she clearly cried out "No!" as if this would bring her unprotected
body safety.

The kidnappers seemed oblivious to the Mu girl's resistance,
exchanging . They had lived and fought together for years, their communication needing little more than words.

The older leader pulled down his trousers and slowly approached the terrified, naked Mu
girl. He enjoyed seeing the woman's fear 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: 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 with a neat mustache,
wearing , with a muscular bodyguard beside him. The man's
cruel smile instilled a deep sense of awe in the leader.

"Akan?!"

"Fuck her! Zlatko! Teach this Mujahideen slut a lesson!! Now!"

The leader immediately expressed absolute obedience. His three henchmen were holding the girl's hands and feet down, and
compared to her well-developed, full buttocks, her legs were rather thin.

The leader pounced on her fiercely, thrusting his thick member deep into her vagina! He felt
the warmth and tightness of her alluring vagina, and immediately felt the greatest encouragement. He
straightened his back and began to thrust rapidly and powerfully into the screaming, captured girl's vagina!

Soon he felt the girl's convulsing lower body stop resisting, her legs no longer moving,
she had completely surrendered. He almost forgot about the existence of the Akan he feared, focusing all his attention on this alluring
girl , each thrust penetrating 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 defenseless 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 rush into her lower body, her body jolting violently, her eyes filled with terror and
despair.

The leader, satisfied, kissed the girl's tear-streaked face and rose from the naked, beautiful body
.

He knew he had given Akan a good show of rape, which pleased him.

These men were just a small fraction of Akan's many followers. His full name was Zelijoko
Alexi? , but he was better known by the name "Akan."

Tall and robust, passionate and unrestrained, with a handsome face and black beard, he resembled an ancient Yugoslav hero resisting
the Turkish invasion. Akan was not
a typical product of Yugoslav communist education. On the contrary, he was considered an "economic criminal" because he had initially
risen through the ranks of the economic underworld. Akan initially called himself a "dissident" and spent three years in exile in
Western Europe . There, he too was wanted for rape and murder.

Now calling himself "the defender of Serbia," Akan is the biggest terror in northern Bosnia and Herzegovina.

After the breakup of Yugoslavia, Akan returned to his homeland. Funded by the former Yugoslav secret police
, he organized his own militia. Utilizing his underground connections from his past criminal career, Akan recruited
new soldiers and organized paramilitary groups to cooperate with Belgrade's plans.

In the war against Bosnian Bosniaks and Croats, Akan's forces intimidated non-Serbian civilians into abandoning
their homes. In return for Akan's cooperation, Belgrade allowed him to plunder
and loot wealth from these refugees. Now Akan is one of the richest men in Yugoslavia.

Akan and his men also abduct Bosnian and Croat women, both for their own pleasure and as
a means of intimidating the enemy.

In the Balkans, rape is a common tactic in warfare. Akan is particularly fascinated by this
method of , often personally participating in such battles.

Now, Akan is witnessing firsthand the "war" between one of his men and a Bosnian girl. As soon as the
leader left, another man pounced, spreading the girl's long legs and
pressing his body against the slender Muslim woman.

From his position, Akan could only see the girl's 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 Muslim and Croat women were also imprisoned.
Akan considered this camp and the captured women to be 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 that his brutality towards the Muslim woman today was
revenge for the actions of the barbaric Turkish invaders of the past, 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, now 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 smooth 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 two 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 . 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 thought to herself, watching the female pilot quietly reading a magazine. "How can she do that?" 　　Barbara always thought this when she saw her best friend and almost her mentor, Lieutenant Dedela Voksia , reading so quietly. In her F-14 squadron, she was known as "Vilcori"—a handmaiden of Odin, the Norse god. 　　Now, Barbara was only interested in the smell— the smell of boiled eggs and beans for Sunday breakfast, a smell that had been present in the U.S. Navy since the time of John Paul Jones. 　　Barbara was now sitting in the mess hall of the USS Eisenhower, inhaling that tired breakfast smell and the pungent scent of men, and she couldn't help but wonder why she was even wearing this naval uniform. 　　Barbara's 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 immediately perked up at the news; after waiting so long on a lonely warship off the coast of Bosnia , she finally had something to do. 　　"We've learned that the Serbian army—the one known as the 'Krakina Republican Army'— is about to attack a village on the Sava River, near Brcko. They think they can do whatever they want . The Krakina Serbian army has returned to its original camp and is attempting to expand its sphere of influence, continuing the war with Croat and Bolivian militias." 　　"The good news is they're unprepared—I emphasize, unprepared for air defense! 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 remind those Serbs not to try and harm anyone again! Those photos might come in handy later, although our offensive isn't entirely reliant on them." 　　“Vilcori, since you’re qualified to take spy photos, you’re being sent on a reconnaissance and photography mission! Gambi and Gus will protect you! Just fly over them, letting 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 weaponry. If they shoot you down… ”

"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 encountered a strong challenge in this dirty war, Barbara usually only fiddled with the
complex instruments at the rear of the cockpit and hadn't had the opportunity to show off 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 high—to carry out a photography mission. To take those ghost photos that nobody will look at?!
It's ridiculous!! Look at this route, we have to fly over this village from the west." "

This small village is now under Akan's control. It's located on a hill next to 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 through the American 'peace' initiative.

This small village is situated on a high ground near Brcko, where Akan's
Serbian . This is the rule of war in hilly terrain: whoever
has the higher ground controls everything.

Akan has positioned his 'artillery'—the only anti-tank gun—on this
high ground near Brcko, which will destroy any resistance and light weapons Brcko might have, because even..." Such
"artillery" was also absent from the resistance in Brcko.

The village's original fifty or sixty inhabitants, having believed the
peace , returned. Men who had joined the Muslim militia also deserted, but
returned to the village armed.

However, they were utterly incapable of resisting the sudden attack of Akan's Serbian army. Under cover of darkness, Akan's forces
surrounded the village and every house, threatening to hurl
grenades .

When the desperate men emerged from their houses, they were rounded up and executed.
The village, became a playground for Akan's gang to plunder wealth and women. Of course, afterwards, they wouldn't forget to set
the village ablaze before indulging in a drunken stupor. This barbaric war required their numb minds and
souls to accomplish their grand mission.

Two hours later, Barbara was already aboard Verkoli'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!

Now Verkoli's plane was 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 Verkoli before.

Back then, in the first month after Verkoli arrived at this unit, before Barbara came, she was
the first and only woman in the unit.

One guy, upon seeing her German-sounding name, her standard Scandinavian blonde hair, her six-foot-tall, athletic
build, and her accent, immediately named her "Verkoli." The name suited her
tough, "Don't touch me, I'm bulletproof" attitude perfectly. That's why Vercoli liked it.

Unlike Barbara, who took two months to be accepted after arriving, Vercoli
became famous in her first week.

That night, Vercoli went to the officers' club to see her classmates—F-14
pilots . Vercoli's outfit that day was: a black tight-fitting short skirt, black stiletto heels, black fishnet
stockings, and a black sports jacket; underneath, she wore nothing but herself.

A guy from Vercoli's squad, clearly a bit drunk, walked over and
bumped . Finding that Vercoli hadn't noticed him,

he actually reached out and touched Vercoli's ample buttocks. This caught Vercoli's attention—he was struck heavily in the chest with an elbow punch, and then
Vercoli grabbed

him by the collar and lifted him up! With him almost off the ground, Vercoli said, "You didn't say anything, did you?" Barbara

believed that Vilcori could easily lift a man, and she was sure that guy's crotch was
in trouble.

Vilcori, looking at the disheveled state of the man who had offended her, smiled and said, "If you
greet , I might grant your wish. What do you want, boy?"

Barbara heard the man say without hesitation, "Oh, I want you to let go of my...please,
ma'am...Lieutenant, Vilcori."

From then on, Vilcori truly became one of those men.

Vilcori truly became a member of the naval
air force Barbara knew that Vilcori had told her her story because Barbara
had initially encountered the same trouble as Vilcori, and Vilcori hoped she could be like her.

But Barbara knew that 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 a little... She came from a country that was very repressed. Barbara
knew she was cute, but not cool. That wasn't much of an advantage in a naval aviation squadron.

On her very first day as the second woman in the squadron, the captain assigned her to Vilcori's
crew . Vilcori liked her comrade very much, always encouraging Barbara to speak up on operational plans during meetings.
But when Barbara remained silent, Vilcori would step forward without hesitation.

Barbara liked comrades like Vilcori; she liked
someone . But there was only one problem between them: Barbara found herself falling in love with Vilcori!

Barbara was deeply troubled by her growing feelings. 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 Vercoli's beautiful, athletic, and very feminine body, and she always had an urge to touch
it .

But Barbara knew that Vercoli wouldn't like it; she was the kind of woman who was
aggressive , and she would compete fairly with any other man in any activity.

One night, Barbara accidentally returned to the camp early and saw Vercoli
having sex with a man in her room. Barbara felt very embarrassed but couldn't turn her face away.

Through the half-open door, Barbara saw Vercoli straddling the man, completely naked.
Her strong, healthy body was covered in fine, glistening beads of sweat, and her two large breasts hung heavily on
her chest , being kneaded and played with by the man.

Vercoli straddled the man, writhing her body, her beautiful blonde hair flying, emitting heavy
breaths and soft moans. Vercoli was just as unrestrained and wild during sex.

Barbara watched the two make love in shock until they finished. Although
Barbara guessed that Vercoli must have discovered her spying, it didn't affect her excitement and enjoyment;
instead, it made Barbara uncomfortable.

Barbara watched Vercoli crawl on top of the man, pressing her wet, semen-dripping
vulva against his face. Although the man was reluctant, Vercoli insisted on pressing her
wet vulva against his face, saying, "Finish it!"

Barbara couldn't bear to watch any longer. She quietly closed the door, feeling her legs go weak.

From then on, Vercoli's naked, sweat-covered body frequently appeared in Barbara's dreams. Whenever
Barbara saw Verkoli'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, the mere thought of that scene made Barbara feel wet down there.

"Barbara? Can you hear me?"

Barbara was immediately pulled back to reality. "I'm sorry, Verkoli. What was that?"

"We are approaching the target and preparing to descend. Get the lights ready so they can see!"

Bosnian Nightmare (Part Two)

Below the valley, Akan was anxiously waiting.

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 Brcko 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 a few
more American planes, they would make the US and NATO realize what a terrible
mistake !

To do this, Akan's sponsors in Belgrade had prepared a
surprise for the American planes! They had prepared four SAM-8B surface-to-air missiles for Akan and hired
mercenaries from corrupt and chaotic Russia to operate them. Unlike the 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 and circle above the valley.

"Damn it!" Akan thought, "If I don't fire quickly, they'll get away!"

His worries were almost immediately dispelled as he saw two streaks of fire erupt from the valley,
chasing the plane from below and behind!

The SAM missiles were approaching their target in their own way, and the two streaks of fire hit the plane almost simultaneously, one on
the right wing, and the other penetrating directly inside and exploding! It looked like 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 need 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 shove stick, launching them both into the sky!

The intense heat from the explosions below turbulent Vilcori in mid-air, and she cried out in prayer:
"Oh God! Oh God!... Oh, damn it!!"

Due to the low altitude, the parachute deployed almost instantly. Everything happened so fast that Vilcori
had no time to think. She watched as Barbara disappeared behind a small hill.

As Vilcori prepared to land, she witnessed a scene she dreaded: a truck was chasing after her
, soldiers on it pointing at her and saying something.

Vilcori immediately remembered the story of the female pilot captured by the Iraqis during 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 less than fifty meters away.
Without hesitation, Vilcori pulled a 9mm pistol from her holster and fired eight shots at the men running behind her!

She didn't look at the men she had hit, turned, and ran. Vilcori carried only her backpack, containing
twenty pounds of water and food, and a few other survival essentials.

Vilcori raced through the woods, feeling as if she were participating 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 about that anymore.
The most important thing now was to distance herself from 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 and crawled inside, covering 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…

Vercoli turned on the communication device and called out, “Attention! Attention!…” There was no response.
Vercoli knew that the signal was always poor in the mountains. Since escaping the plane explosion, Vercoli had been in
a state of high tension and exhaustion, but she knew that resting now would be a luxury, and potentially fatal. 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 a long night here!!"

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A gust of wind separated Barbara from Vilkori, and she didn't land in the valley with her.
Barbara saw people 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 like she had wet herself. Barbara felt like she was having
a nightmare; without Vilkori by her side, she felt utterly alone and desperate!

Suddenly, Barbara heard men's voices 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 gave her renewed hope: the approaching
people were dressed in civilian clothes and didn't look Serbian! Their clothing and dark
skin made them look Middle Eastern.

Barbara didn't care where they were from anymore, as long as they weren't Serbians! 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 rushed over, pointing their guns at Barbara. Barbara watched them rapidly speaking in a language she couldn't understand
; they clearly couldn't decipher the words on the flag or
the markings .

Barbara could only smile and slowly repeat, "America!"

This elicited an immediate response, but not as Barbara had expected.

The man who had spoken to Barbara immediately pressed a gun to her face, shouting at the others
. They rushed over, disarmed Barbara, and
bound !

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 damned devil!” He spat and slapped Barbara hard across the face.

Hearing his broken English and the occasional use of
words like “Allah” and “heretic” in his conversations with 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, at her
full breasts, made even more prominent and alluring by the ropes binding her. Barbara felt utterly helpless and pathetic, and she began to fear she might
be raped.

“No! Please don’t!” Barbara screamed as one of the men grabbed her hair and lifted her up
. But the man still punched her hard, spat at her, and
walked away with two other 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 her outer escape suit, but the one-piece rubber
flight suit underneath posed a challenge. They held the screaming, struggling Barbara down, cut open
the flight suit with a knife, and then ripped it off her like skinning an animal. Now the dark-haired girl
was left only with 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!

Now Barbara was only wearing boots and a small pair of panties, her bra torn off along with her underwear
.

Almost completely naked, the cold Balkan wind chilled her body, and her small nipples immediately
hardened. One of the men approached and began roughly caressing Barbara's two full,
soft breasts with his large hands.

"Help! No… Ah! No, please! Please!!"

They twisted Barbara's hands behind her back, binding her forearms together tightly with rope. At the same time ,
another man went to the fence and cut a long, rusty piece of wire.

Barbara trembled with fear! "They're going to hang her?!!"

They tied the wire to Barbara's feet, pulled them apart, and lifted her legs, attaching
the other end of the wire to a stake protruding from the ground. Barbara's lower body was now suspended in mid-air, her entire body...
A "V" shape appeared on her body, her legs and buttocks forced open, lifting off the ground, her entire weight resting
on her bound arms and shoulders pressed against the ground.

Barbara understood: "They're going to rape her! Not hang her!"

Although Barbara wasn't a virgin, she 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, ahhhhhh!!...No! No no no!!!"

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

As Akan watched Barbara's parachute fly over his head, he felt extremely satisfied. An American
pilot had fallen into his hands! He was going to film it all; it would be the best movie!

Akan, along with his photographer and bodyguard Alexander, chased after them in an SUV, followed by his
men trucks.

They arrived near the landing site of Barbara, and from afar, Akan heard
screams in English—a language he had become fluent in during his exile. Akan immediately realized something
was and ordered one of his men to scout ahead.

The man quickly returned with a report: he had seen five Muslim fighters wrestling with a dark-haired woman!

Akan and his man went over and watched furtively for a moment. 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 that the Muslims were busy dealing with Barbara, their weapons lying on the ground, and they were oblivious to 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 that woman’s face, and the faces of those rapists who are raping her.”

“No problem, I can do it, boss!”

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

Barbara struggled frantically, shaking her head and screaming, “No!!!”

The leader of the Mu volunteer army walked over, grabbed one of Barbara’s thrashing legs, and ran his hand down her
smooth thigh to grab her short underwear. He
ripped off the underwear, which Barbara had just wet herself with urine from the shock, and shoved it into her mouth to stop the panicked
girl’s screams.

In that instant, Barbara felt a helplessness and despair she had never felt before. She felt the leader’s hand gently
moving along her body, caressing her sparsely haired pubic area, playing with the
elegantly shaped, pink labia of her vulva. Barbara felt like she was going insane.

The leader's actions became rough. He used his fingers to pull Barbara's delicate labia apart,
revealing her tender pink vulva. He mumbled something, eliciting laughter from the others. Then, he inserted
two rough, strong fingers into Barbara's almost virgin secret place!

The young girl was terrified and felt unbearable pain. Barbara tried to
face them bravely, but couldn't bear the pain of being penetrated and began to whimper.

The leader smiled as he watched the girl, whose mouth was stuffed with his underwear, still whimpering. He inserted
another finger and rotated it inside Barbara's dry vulva. He reveled in
the pain and humiliation he had inflicted on the girl, then suddenly withdrew his fingers and began to unzip his pants.

He knelt between Barbara's legs and began to press his large member against her hidden vulva
, trying to push it down.

Barbara felt a heart-wrenching pain; she shook her body wildly, looking around in despair.
There was no savior for her, 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 raping her. She desperately suppressed her moans and sobs, because that would only satisfy them.
But Barbara quickly succumbed. Her sexually inexperienced vagina, completely dry, was
savagely filled with his thick penis. The terrible swelling pain and shame soon caused Barbara to moan and sob again. She
looked at the man standing before her with pleading eyes, begging him to stop hurting her.

The leader glanced cruelly at poor Barbara, then gripped her shapely, smooth
thighs and began a brutal piston-like motion. He thrust his hips, plunging his dark, fleshy penis heavily into Barbara's tender
vagina, then quickly withdrawing to begin a new assault!

Barbara could feel the hard, thick thing moving in and out of her body. The man grabbed her firm,
full buttocks and dragged 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 snow-white, soft
mounds of flesh , pinching the two small, tender pink nipples hard. Barbara felt as if he was trying to
lift her body up by pulling on 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 cried out in her heart, "Where are you, Vilkoli? 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...
His desperate situation made it easy for him to assault the young woman. His powerful thrusts forced
the woman, almost hanging upside down, to the ground, 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 never suffered such torment. She
felt her vagina was being torn apart, and she felt she was about to die. But Barbara was powerless to resist, lying
there helplessly. She felt the man's penis had grown to the size of a fist,
shoving heavily into her body.

The leader watched Barbara's slender, muscular body convulse with his rape, savoring the pleasure
the young woman's tight, warm vagina gave him. 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 only lewd and vile Western women could endure!

He yanked 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 aid his
defilement; he wanted to hear her screams and cries, not just painful groans.

He thrust with all his might into the female pilot's swollen and bleeding vagina, venting all his
hatred on this woman.

His companions cheered, encouraging their leader to abuse the captured woman,
to conquer this proud woman from the West with his savage methods.

Finally, they heard Barbara's piercing screams: "No!!...No, please
, stop! You're going to kill me! Ah!!!"

Barbara's screams and tearful anguish drove him even more mad. He brutally 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 assault. He experienced the pleasure of torturing and abusing a Western prostitute, and watching his companion rape a heretic
woman was equally pleasurable. He also wanted to see the pain and humiliation on her face as she was being raped
.

Barbara felt the savage rapist's semen burning her wounded
body 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 by the brutal assault of the Muslim volunteers. Her body was
dragged back and forth on the ground with each thrust, not just her violated vagina, but her entire body ached
.

This man, as cruel and brutal as his leader, was raping 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 cried out in her heart, "Velkoli, Velkoli!
Where are you? Who can save me?!" (

Bosnian Nightmare (Part 3))

The photographer, carrying a 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 rusty electrical wires. Her beautiful, full
buttocks were gripped by the man's hands, and a black penis moved in and out of the flesh between her alluring legs, drawing out
some sticky fluid mixed with blood.

The girl's face was covered in tears and dirt, and she writhed and cried on the ground. Her beautiful black hair had
become like a dirty mop, rubbing against the earth.

The photographer now only wished he could have a chance to have sex with this young, beautiful American woman. He
carefully set up his camera and continued filming.

The second man was already kneeling between Barbara's legs, gripping her full thighs and pressing down,
panting heavily as he tried to release himself inside Barbara.

The leader who had just raped Barbara knelt before her, his hand on his
penis , stained with white semen and
blood from Barbara's torn vagina. He gripped the filthy shaft and lashed it like a whip across the face of the crying, pleading woman.

The photographer could even see through the lens the white, sticky fluid and bloodstains smeared across Barbara
's face, her expression one of sorrow and humiliation.

Barbara was pulled back from her reverie by the stark reality of the situation. The man between her legs was
thrusting into her body from different angles, each powerful stab
numbing struggling and sobbing uncontrollably.

As soon as the second man finished with Barbara, a third 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 the rapist's venting; her two pink labia had
turned dark red and terribly swollen. Her vagina was filled with semen, which overflowed from the large "piston,"
staining her inner thighs, buttocks, and anus, forming a white smear.

Despite the cold weather, the suffering female pilot's naked body was covered in sweat, glistening
brightly .

About fifty meters away, Akan and his photographer quietly watched this cruel and lewd performance; his
men had already silently surrounded these men who were descending into madness.

His photographer faithfully recorded: the groaning, struggling woman, the laughing men in a circle...
The man kneeling between the woman's legs brutally thrust in and out. Through the camera, he clearly saw
the white, filthy stain between Barbara's legs; disgusting semen had smeared her small, round anus, dripping continuously
onto the ground.

The cameraman switched the lens to the woman's face, revealing a girl immersed in pain, shame, and despair
. When Barbara turned her head, the camera immediately recorded
the tears streaming down her face, smeared 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 girl with endless
suffering. She could only cry and shake her head in despair, expressing her inner resistance.

The five Muslim volunteers had already finished venting on the American female pilot, but their leader was
still not satisfied. He broke off a branch with leaves from a tree, and holding the branch, he ordered the other two men
to unbuckle their belts, beginning to subject the American woman to another form of torture.

He swung the branch, lightly striking 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 whipped Barbara's buttocks, which were covered in semen and sweat!
The dull "smack" echoed, and terrible red swellings immediately appeared on the female pilot's firm, white buttocks.
The bruises, though not bleeding, were clearly prominent against Barbara's snow-white body.

Hearing the female pilot's hoarse screams and pleas, these savage men who were torturing the young woman
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 neither understood her nor
intended to heed her pleas.

The leader, seeing the whip marks covering Barbara's full breasts, suddenly turned his attention to the woman's legs, which were 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 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, only to see the leader kneeling between her legs, forcibly
inserting her still-virgin anus! A tingling, 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,
resisting anus, and also onto his own penis. He pressed his thick penis against
the folds of her vagina, pushing it in forcefully, watching as the dark red folds were opened, and his thick
penis slid into the woman's anus!

He watched with amusement as his penis entered the female pilot's bruised buttocks, watching Barbara's pained
and humiliated expression, enjoying the tightness of her virgin anus.

Barbara groaned softly, trying desperately 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 were already plotting the order in which they would fuck the female pilot's ass.
Their , cruelly began thrusting his thick, hard penis into Barbara's torn anus.

Each thrust was torture for Barbara; a burning pain spread rapidly from her abusive
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, causing her
anus ache unbearably. Combined with the burning pain, this torment and humiliation was
unbearable for the young female pilot.

Barbara was almost fainting. Suddenly, she felt the burning pain in her anus subside
, and the leader's head drooped limply against his chest. Almost simultaneously, Barbara heard several
gunshots !

For a moment, everyone seemed stunned. Then, a burst of gunfire erupted around her, and Barbara saw
the men who had just gang-raped her lying on 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 . She heard footsteps, lifted her face—a mess of tears, sweat, and semen—and immediately saw
a bearded man standing beside her.

"I've come to help you! I'm a 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 pull the corpse away.

“I’m so sorry this happened! We saw the Mu tribe’s swine shoot down your plane, so we
rushed over. What about your pilot? Is he alright?”

“Vilkoli!” Barbara stammered, trembling. “God! I don’t know how she is!”

“Her?!” Akan stared at Barbara in astonishment, still dragging the bleeding corpse.

“The American pilot was her?!” Akan shouted. Despite his efforts to appear as a noble savior
, the thought of capturing two American female pilots at once filled him with excitement.

But he immediately realized his lapse in composure; thankfully, Barbara didn’t notice. [The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated passage about a brutal Mu tribe attack.]
Rescued from the atrocities, Barbara was overjoyed and excited, so much so that she didn't even bother to ask who
her rescuers were.

"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 with excitement, suddenly shouted, "How could I forget
the radio !"

"Maybe I can find her. Those things are around here, with my clothes. They threw it on the ground
when they...attacked me."

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

Vilcori had now climbed a small hill, where she could use the radio to contact Gus's F-14 circling
overhead .

Due to the cloud cover, Gus and Gambi hadn't seen who shot down Vilcori's plane or how
. But they continued to circle, hoping to get news from the two female pilots. Their
plane was running low on fuel; they could only stay a little longer until they heard Vilcori's brief account before having to return.

Vercoli briefly recounted how her plane had been shot
down , and how she was now being pursued. She paused, mentioning that she
had lost contact with Barbara and didn't know her current situation.

Gus insisted on listening to Vercoli's report before immediately cutting off contact and returning to base.

"That's her! That's Vercoli! She's alive!!" Barbara, having overheard
Vercoli , immediately became excited.

Although she couldn't understand Vercoli's current 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.

“Vilcori, ‘Mother’ says you’ll get the pre-prepared ‘puppy,’ and the ‘
waterproof sheet ’ is laid out. I’ll say it again: ‘Mother’s’ command is forbid you to stay where you are. Go find your
‘puppy.’ Now it’s all up to you. Good luck!”

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

Barbara 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, felt
comfortable against her skin. She still felt sticky, covered in 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, clutching the radio, said, “Wait a bit! My superiors want to use this opportunity for
publicity, you understand, right?”

“Now I want to know what ‘mother,’ ‘puppy,’ and ‘tarpaulin’
mean ? Finding your pilot is the most important thing now; you don’t want her captured and attacked, right?”

Barbara trusted the man who had saved her completely. “Yes. ‘Mother’ means the higher
command , the USS Eisenhower that brought us here. ‘Puppy’ refers to the landing point,
the place where we wait for helicopter rescue; our puppy is in the valley ahead. ‘Tarpaulin’ refers to
the rescue operation.”

“Oh, I see. Please tell me the exact location of your ‘puppy’ so we can go
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 get over this mountain!”

Vilcori carefully dodged the glittering creatures in the woods and began her ascent towards the valley.
Climbing through the mountains in the cold winter night, Vilcori felt almost frozen solid; 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
crossed the woods, forded a small river, and gradually drew closer to the valley. By then, Vilcori was
starving ; she had no food with her, so she had to grit her teeth and keep going.

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!
Without decided to risk going in to check it out. 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 smiled and said, “Thank you, Lieutenant Malone! Oh, that’s too formal. I’ll just call you ‘
Barbara .’ You’ve been a great help, especially since I found your companion—Vilcolori—
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, suddenly realizing he was pointing a pistol at her!

"Hey... what are you doing?... I don't understand..."

"Facing the window! You stupid bitch! It wasn't the Mu tribe who shot you down, it was my people! You..."
"You Americans are so naive. You meddle all over the world, yet you're surprised when others hate you?!
Turn your face to the window!!"

Barbara was surprised and confused. She slowly turned her head to the rear window of the SUV.

Akan immediately grabbed Barbara's arms and twisted them behind her back, handcuffing her hands.
The bodyguard sitting 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 gun at Barbara's head while pulling open her top, exposing Barbara's delicate and full breasts.

Akan gently patted Barbara's shapely and firm breasts, which were covered in scars. The two small things on them
were already tense and ashamed.

"No, please don't... don't do this to me! ...Please!" Barbara felt Akan's hands on
her bare 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
devoid of the courage and strength to resist.

"I'm going to show you something, my little American pilot. Some
little gadgets !" "

Akan said, pulling out 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 nipple of the bare-chested female pilot!

Barbara was breathless with tension; she felt the fishing line constricting her sensitive nipples, sending
waves of sharp pain through her. She involuntarily followed the line's pull from her seat.

Akan, as if playing with a toy, dragged the fishing line, pulling
the female pilot, , 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 in front of her
, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, black penis. The hard shaft hit Barbara's face, and she
instinctively recoiled.

'Lick it! Barbara!' Akan commanded, gently shaking 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, and Barbara almost vomited.

Akan held his penis with his hand, 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 it from below. Akan used his hand..." The fishing line guided the girl as she carefully licked
his penis, stimulating him with her soft tongue and warm little mouth. He enjoyed
dominating the woman kneeling before him.

Barbara's humiliating service made Akan feel like he was about to explode. He persisted for a while, finally dropping the
fishing line, grabbing Barbara's hair, pressing her face against his lower body, and violently
thrusting into her mouth! Each thrust made the American woman feel like she was suffocating, his thick penis
plunging 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 herself, but she couldn't. Even breathing was difficult; she could only catch her breath when
Akan withdrew his penis. Akan was practically riding on Barbara's face, thrusting violently
, making the female pilot feel a numb, painful sensation in her mouth, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth that couldn't close.

As Akan's thrusts became faster and more brutal, Barbara felt herself about to faint. Akan's
rapid thrusting made it impossible for Barbara to breathe; she felt as if she were swimming in the dark.

Barbara felt extremely terrified and helpless. She crouched on the floor, convulsing, seeing stars, letting
Akan brutally assault her mouth and roughly rub against her face.

Before losing consciousness, Barbara experienced for the first time the bitter
taste . Akan used his penis to block... He shoved Barbara's mouth shut, ejaculating a large amount of hot, pungent semen into
her throat without leaving a trace, suffocating her completely. 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 Barbara's nipples; due to
the prolonged , Barbara only felt a dull pain there. She looked sadly at her bare breasts; her
two delicate nipples were swollen and bruised from being constricted.

Barbara could feel the car moving and heard Akan talking in the front seat. The alkaline, fishy
taste and sticky feeling in her mouth immediately reminded Barbara of the terrible ordeal she had just experienced. Lying in the bumpy car, her
miserable situation and cruel torture had completely broken the female pilot.

"Oh, Vilcori!" Barbara thought, "God! I actually told them where I could
find you!" "

Bosnian Nightmare (Part 4)

At dawn, Vercoli 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.

Vercoli 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!

Vercoli's heart leaped into her throat, for it was Barbara! She immediately stopped; something
must have gone wrong! Vercoli saw Barbara leaning against a tree, her flight suit torn open,
exposing her breasts! Vercoli also saw Barbara shaking her head, but not speaking.

As Vercoli stared at Barbara, a group of people rose from the bushes beside her!"

“Surrender, Lieutenant! My men are everywhere, you can’t escape!!”

Vilcori looked around nervously; enemies had appeared in her path and completely surrounded her.
Vilcori quickly drew her pistol from her waist.

“Don’t do anything stupid!” A man pointed a gun at Barbara’s head, shouting, “If
you shoot, I’ll kill your friend! Drop your gun!!”

Vilcori hesitated for a few seconds, then threw her pistol to the ground. Immediately, several men came over, twisted
Vilcori’s hands behind her back, and pressed a pistol against her head. Vilcori didn’t resist and was led towards
Barbara.

Vilcori saw that Barbara’s mouth was gagged and she was tied to a tree; her full breasts were exposed from her ripped flight suit,
her nipples bound with fishing line and pulled downwards, 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; these
white filth testified to her ordeal.

“They’ve already raped her!” The thought flashed through Vercoli’s mind. “I’ll be next!”
But when Vercoli saw that they had already hurt Barbara, her anger outweighed her fear of herself.

“Bastards! Brave men! Is this how you bully a weak girl?!… Do you
bastards only feel good in your asses like this?!”

Of the Serbs, only Akan could understand the angry female pilot’s curses. To Vercoli’s
surprise, he burst into laughter. Akan told the others in Serbian that they had finally met a woman who
was different from those crying and screaming Mullah women—a truly brave and stubborn woman!

Then he turned to the angry Vercoli: “Ah, Lieutenant Vercoli, I’m so glad to see you!
Barbara has told me a lot about her strong and excellent comrades. I’ve already made
plans for you!”

Vercoli 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 !”

“Maybe…” Akan said with a smile, fiddling with Barbara’s radio.

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

An hour later, Akan led the terrified and screaming Barbara into an abandoned barn. The other end of the rope he
held was tied to Barbara’s full breasts, exposed from her flight suit,
and to her two small nipples, which had been stretched and deformed. Barbara also had a rope tied around her neck, the other end of which was tied to
Vilcori ’s neck.

Vilcori followed behind angrily. She dared not resist, because doing so would cause Barbara more
pain, and might even tear her two poor nipples. Vilcori tried her best to appear
brave in front of Barbara, but she was still so nervous that she was soaked in cold sweat. She watched as she and Barbara were
led into this dirty barn, filled with garbage and discarded farm tools.

Two women were led to a massive, heavy beam. A soldier pointed his rifle at Vilcori,
while the other two men began tightly binding ropes to her boots. Then, they forcefully
spread Vilcori's legs, tying them to two heavy, abandoned farm tractors.

Vilcori felt her legs being pulled so hard they were almost split apart; a sharp pain shot through her thighs and ankles. She
could barely stand on her toes, her legs spread wide in the abandoned barn.

Akan then untied the ropes binding the two female pilots around Barbara's neck and handed them to
a guard. The guard looped the rope around Vilcori's head over the beam and pulled hard, hoisting her up
!

With her hands cuffed behind her back, Vilcori struggled frantically, feeling as if she were being
hanged by the rope around her neck. She was terrified these men were going to hang her in front of Barbara!

But when the guards saw that Vilcori's body was already suspended, they quickly secured the ropes and then unlocked
the handcuffs on her wrists. Two guards twisted Vilcori's arms behind her back, pulling them straight, and then
began to carefully bind her arms together tightly with rope, starting from her wrists and all the way up
to her shoulders.

Vilcori was now in extreme pain; her body was supported only by the toes she could barely stand on, and
her arms were also suspended from the rafters, causing her arms and shoulders great pain. The rope around her neck
wasn't as tight as before, and Vilcori could breathe without any problems, but she still dared not move, otherwise she would still be
unable to breathe.

Seeing that the strong female pilot was completely unable to resist, suspended from the rafters by the ropes around her neck and arms
, Akan took a small knife from his belt, smiled, and walked up to her. He began to unzip Vilcori's
clothes, using the knife to unzip any parts that couldn't be opened.

Vilcori felt panic and anger, but she was powerless to resist. Barbara and the other men watched as Akan
slowly sliced and peeled away Vercoli's flight suit and underwear, bit by bit. Vercoli tried to remain
calm, but the cold knife touching her gradually exposed skin made her tremble uncontrollably. Soon, except for her military
boots, she was completely naked, hanging before Akan.

Akan gazed at the naked female pilot with admiration and greed. Vercoli's breasts
were very full, and the nipples on her two large breasts were much larger than average, strikingly hard.
Underneath the golden pubic hair, her alluring vulva appeared very plump.

"Yes, you have a great figure!" Akan looked greedily at Vercoli's naked, beautiful body,
and couldn't help but run his hands up her flat stomach, cupping her
two large breasts with both hands as if weighing them, his thumbs pressing on her nipples.

“You can’t do this! This is a war crime! I demand that you treat me according to the Geneva Conventions!” Vilcori shouted, her voice
filled with .

“Oh, I suppose I can do that! I’ve been doing it for years. There’s no place here for your stupid
Geneva Conventions, I’m a mighty American! Nobody can help you, you’re mine now!”

Akan said, as he began to use the fishing line in his hand to work on Vilcori’s two large, full breasts.
He carefully tied the fishing line to Vilcori's right nipple, then tightened it forcefully, the nylon line digging deep
into her hardened, erect nipple.

Vilcori stared in horror as the nylon line was tightly bound to her nipple; an unbearable
pain shot through her chest, and she screamed, "Ah!... You bastard! Ah!!... Stop!!
Ah!!!"

Ignoring the female pilot's agony, Akan then tied the other end of the fishing line tightly to
Vilcori 's left nipple, pulling hard until he saw her two tender pink nipples engorged
and purplish-red.

Vilcori could hardly believe her nipples had suffered such torture; the pain felt
as if they had been severed, and she was drenched in cold sweat.

Akan held the two ends of the fishing line tied to Vilcori's nipples and began to shake them. Vilcori
screamed in agony, her large breasts heaving violently with the fishing line,
drawing laughter from the guards watching.

Vilcori now hated the man standing before her, torturing and mocking her
, but she knew she couldn't lash out; she had to endure the torment and torture to come.
Vilcori believed she had to pay a price to buy time for those rescuing her and Barbara. She thought
she could lie and pretend to cooperate.

"Ah! Fine, fine! I can't take it anymore! What do you want to know?!"

"Know?! I don't want to know anything… except how much pain you can endure! I don't care about
your stupid military secrets, those can be found on CNN! I'm just a simple and happy person. I
just want to hear your screams… and your pleas!"

Vilcori could hardly believe her ears; this man was so depraved!

Akan continued to attack Vilcori's engorged nipples, pinching
the soft , causing the bound woman to emit increasingly piercing screams.

“Ah!!…Stop, stop! Ah!!! I, I won’t beg you!”

“Fine, I’ll see how long you can endure this. I’ll rape you, and then teach you how to beg me
! Your friend is very obedient now. You know, she’s the one who told us how to find you.”

Akan said, moving aside. Vercoli struggled to see Barbara’s face, but
the rope around her neck prevented her from looking down, but her instincts told her it was true—Barbara had betrayed her!
Although Vercoli believed Barbara had done this under torture, she was still
furious .

Akan removed the gag from Barbara’s mouth, pulled on the fishing line tied to her nipples, and dragged
the screaming young woman to Vercoli’s feet, forcing her to kneel. He forced Barbara’s face towards
Vercoli’s exposed lower body, looking at Vercoli’s alluring golden pubic hair and her tempting, plump vulva.

Akan gestured for Barbara to lick Vilcori's genitals. He pushed Barbara's face against Vilcori
's inner thighs, and Barbara obediently began licking the golden curls. Akan held a fishing line, guiding the
young woman's movements, while his men mocked the young female pilot's lewd behavior.

When Vilcori realized that a woman was licking her private parts, she instinctively twisted her waist to avoid it. In
Vilcori's mind, life should be joyful. She preferred to actively enjoy sex, not passively,
especially passively, with a woman. And when this woman was her friend and subordinate,
Barbara , it was even more unacceptable.

Barbara's soft tongue touched Vilcori's sensitive and delicate areas, a sensation that made the blonde feel
nauseous and vomit-inducing, but this wasn't the worst of it. Vilcori felt her nipples burning
like , and her arms, tied behind her back, felt as if they were about to break off at the shoulders. Worst of all
, the memory of Major Diana Baker, whom she had heard about
being captured !

Vercoli's fear of being gang-raped outweighed her
disgust at Barbara's current actions.

Barbara meticulously licked every inch of Vercoli's lower body, the sensation of her tongue touching her friend's delicate
flesh sending shivers down her spine. Although Barbara had fantasized about making love with Vercoli, the current
situation filled her with a strong sense of guilt. Barbara had to admit to herself that her friend's strong, beautiful body aroused
her ; she could feel Vercoli trembling through her tongue, and she clearly didn't like it. Barbara
was somewhat surprised that she could feel aroused while Vercoli was in so much pain.

Akan gestured for Barbara to stop and then walked away. Barbara knelt silently on the ground,
watching Vercoli's naked body, suspended in mid-air, sweating profusely and trembling slightly. A man approached
and roughly fondled Vilcori's large breasts and alluring genitals. The female pilot's body
swayed slightly under the man's unrestrained actions, but Vilcori kept her lips tightly closed, only occasionally letting
out soft moans. Barbara felt extremely ashamed and afraid, and dared not speak to Vilcori.

Soon, Akan returned, carrying a half-empty bottle of liquor. He ordered Barbara to stand up,
and to her surprise, he unlocked her handcuffs.

"Strip naked! Let's see what you can do for us, American bitch!"

Barbara hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to obey this humiliating order. Barbara slowly took off her clothes,
standing naked before Akan and his men. Exposing her body in this way made Barbara feel
extremely embarrassed and ashamed; she wished she could disappear into a crack in
the ground , hoping to shield herself from the men's greedy eyes.

"Put your hands to your sides so we can see better!"

Barbara slowly removed her hands, her head bowed low, her face burning.

"You son of a bitch! Don't touch her!!" Vilkori, still hanging there, continued to scream.

"Ha, still so fierce? Fine, I like you like this! I think you're probably tougher than that Kremlin bitch I caught two years ago
. She was just as strong as you, and she screamed for a whole week; her screams were
absolutely beautiful."

Bathed in the light streaming through the doorway, Akan smiled as he gazed at Vilcori's snow-white, naked body.
A fishing line was tied between her two heavy breasts, and the blonde female pilot's hands, feet, and neck were bound by ropes, yet she still struggled
defiantly .

He scanned the barn, noticing some rusty wires on the abandoned machinery. Akan walked over,
cut off a section with a knife, and then shaved off one end of the insulating plastic, exposing the metal wire underneath.

Vilcori, seeing Akan's actions, suddenly understood his intention and trembled uncontrollably. She
almost begged for mercy, but her pride prevented the shameful thought.

Akan brandished the newly made whip a few times, feeling satisfied. He glanced at the tense
female pilot , then suddenly lashed the "whip" across Vilcori's bare thighs!

Instantly, thin, long welts appeared on Vilcori's taut, white thighs! She clenched
her teeth , trembling with each lash, her legs convulsing.

Akan slowly lashed upwards along the woman's naked body, past her flat stomach, the sharp wire
landing on Vilcori's exposed, large breasts!

Vilcori immediately began to frantically shake her bound limbs, her body trembling violently. Her pride
wouldn't allow her to submit to the enemy, but when Akan's whip struck her delicate chest for the first time, she instantly
forgot her pride.

"Ah!! Oh!! No, no, please! Don't!!!"

Akan forcefully aimed at the two prominent, swollen nipples on the female pilot's bare chest,
whipping them relentlessly! Vilcori felt as if she were being skinned alive, her sensitive, tender breasts feeling as if
a red-hot needle was piercing them; each lash almost made her faint, accompanied by a piercing scream!

Akan carefully tortured Vilcori's full, large breasts until one soft mound
was covered with fine bloodstains, then moved on to the other. Vilcori was nearly unconscious from the pain. She watched as horrific, tiny welts

covered her proud, full breasts , the pain unbearable. She screamed instinctively, violently shaking her naked body , pleading, 　　"Ah, ah!! Stop, stop! I'll do whatever you want!! Please, just stop ..." 　　Akan seemed oblivious to her screams and pleas, continuing the cruel torture of the female pilot's breasts, causing her to scream and cry incessantly. 　　Barbara watched in horror as Vilcori screamed and begged Akan to stop, tears streaming down her face. Seeing her idol and friend subjected to such torture, Barbara suddenly regained her courage. 　　"Let her go, let her go!! Hit me! Let me take her place!!" 　　One of Akan's men grabbed Barbara and forced her to the ground. Akan continued to relentlessly torture the weeping, wailing female pilot. 　　Vilcori felt blood flowing from her breasts; the pain nearly made her faint. She had lost all will to resist; all she could think about was how to escape this cruel torture. She no longer cared what ; the proud female pilot began to plead shamelessly. 　　"Oh!! Ah, ah…please, I beg you, let me give you oral sex, anything! Please, stop hitting me…" 　　Akan stopped, touching her already scarred breasts and thighs, feeling the woman's naked body trembling. 　　He was satisfied; the American female pilot had completely submitted. Akan dragged Barbara to Vilcori 's right leg, which was bound to the farm implements, and handcuffed her to Vilcori's leg. Then he went to the side, picked up a bottle, and drank. 　　Akan returned with the bottle and said to Barbara, kneeling beside Vilcori, "Lick her cunt ! Bitch! Lick her!!" 　　Barbara pressed her face against Vilcori's scarred thighs and began licking the female pilot's cunt . She felt her companion's body trembling uncontrollably, so she licked gently, trying to calm the suffering female pilot . 　　Vilcori was almost unconscious from the torture she had just endured, but Barbara's gentle movements brought her back to her senses . As Barbara's warm tongue touched her sensitive flesh, Vilcori became aware of her shameful situation. 　　"No, oh, Barbara, stop! Don't, oh..." 　　Barbara looked up and saw Akan pressing the bottle against Vilcori's vulva. Vilcori's firm, shapely abdomen contracted violently, but the bottle in Akan's hand slowly penetrated her struggling opening and went inside. 　　Akan laughed, thrusting the bottle in and out of the blonde woman's vulva. Vilcori let out weak moans, her lower body twisting incessantly. Aside from the pain of the hard bottle rubbing against her dry flesh, she felt only immense humiliation. 　　“Beg me to fuck you! You filthy bitch!!” 　　All Vercoli could do now was desperately try to control her emotions, because she felt she was on the verge of collapse . Vercoli had just been prepared to accept any humiliation or degrading treatment in order to beg Akan to stop the cruel torture. Now, although she felt extremely ashamed, having fallen to the point of submission like Barbara, she dared not resist and invite even more brutal beatings. 　　“Please…come…fuck…me…” Vercoli murmured, almost crying out of shame . At this moment, she thought of death, but she couldn't do it; she could only wait in immense despair and sorrow. 　　Akan continued to thrust the bottle into the female pilot's vagina a few more times, then pulled it out. He held the bottle up to the light to examine it. Vilcori felt a wave of nausea. She saw Akan bring the bottle neck, which had just been inserted into her vagina, to his nose and sniff it, then curse viciously, "Pah! Nothing there! This bitch isn't even wet!!" 　　Akan walked behind Vilcori, and she felt him roughly squeezing her plump, fleshy buttocks . 　　Vilcori's heart clenched. In her previous sexual experiences, she had never let anyone have sex with her from behind; Vilcori considered anal sex shameful. But now Vilcori realized this guy wanted a cock...

She was raping herself, yet she couldn't stop this shameful act. Vilcori tried desperately to relax, but
she couldn't .

Vilcori felt the hard bottle neck forcefully squeezing into her tightly contracted anus; waves
of physical spasms, accompanied by psychological fear, overwhelmed her, making her oblivious to the pain of her anus being stretched open.

Akan laboriously inserted the bottle into the woman's constantly writhing buttocks, and he began slowly anally
raping the terrified female pilot with the bottle.

"Ah, so tight! You're fucking tight! Since you're such a cold slut, I'll show you
how I fuck you, this strong American whore, like a man! What do you think? American bitch!"

Vilcori remained silent; she felt waves of tearing pain, intense, but
the humiliation was even more intense.

Akan pulled the bottle from Vilcori's anus, then grabbed
Barbara's wet, black hair, who was kneeling beside Vilcori's legs, and dragged her face close to Vilcori's trembling, snow-white buttocks, pressing
the bottle, still filthy from the blonde pilot's anus, against her.

"Lick it clean! You little bitch!" Akan's bottle touched Barbara's lips.

Barbara's face contorted in embarrassment; she craned her neck, trembling, and took the filthy neck of the bottle into her mouth. The filthy fecal stains on
the neck gradually disappeared on Barbara's soft tongue. Akan grinned maliciously, then suddenly
shoved the bottle into Barbara's mouth, all the way to her throat.

Barbara felt a sudden darkness engulf her; before she could react, the liquor had already filled her throat, and
she immediately felt her stomach churning as if on fire. Akan laughed loudly, pulled the bottle from Barbara's mouth
, and took a large gulp himself.

Akan patted Barbara, who was coughing violently, and pointed to the round little hole between the two
plump .

Barbara obediently buried her face between her companion's plump mounds and put her tongue into the hot,
throbbing little hole to suck. Barbara moved her body, feeling the naked, full
body in front of her constantly twisting and turning, trying to avoid the probing and sucking of her tongue.

"No, no!...Barbara, you can't do this, don't...stop!"

Vilcoli felt her abusive buttocks being pressed against by Barbara's face, and waves of throbbing washed over her. She
felt her whole body tremble, and her vision blurred.

Barbara seemed to have lost her mind, numbly pressing her face against her companion's sweaty buttocks,
licking the twitching little hole with her tongue until Akan grabbed her hair and pulled her away.

Akan put his penis into Barbara's mouth, and Barbara immediately
enveloped , sucking hard. Barbara felt she was trying to
lubricate Akan's penis for Vilcori's sake, so she sucked diligently, saliva coating the now-thickened shaft and
dripping from her mouth.

Vilcori, hearing the "slurping" sounds of Barbara sucking Akan's penis behind her, felt
a wave of nausea. She couldn't believe her companion had become so despicable and shameless, truly
like a whore!

Akan pushed Barbara away, who was still sucking his penis. Now, he felt
his penis had become even thicker thanks to Barbara's submissive service.

He was ready, pressing his thick penis against Vilcori's twitching anus and forcefully
pushing it in!

Akan found that despite the preparations he had made with the bottle and Barbara's tongue, the female pilot's
anus still resisted fiercely. The woman was using almost her entire body to twist her plump buttocks in resistance.

Akan gripped Vercoli's battered buttocks and thrust in forcefully!
He'd only inserted a quarter of his thick penis when the American woman let out a painful scream.

"Ah, ah!!!...No, no!!!!"

Akan stopped, wanting to savor the tightness and
spasms , and the hot, soft buttocks beneath him, undulating smoothly like flowing water. He
reached around to Vercoli's front, grasping her two large, sweaty, swollen breasts, still raw from torture,
pinching her nipples bound by nylon thread.

Akan, squeezing the female pilot's full breasts, slowly and forcefully inserted his entire penis into
Vercoli's tight anus.

Barbara's face rested against Vercoli's buttocks, her hands caressing her firm, full thighs, feeling
Vercoli 's legs trembling incessantly. Barbara watched as Akan's thick, hard penis slowly forced its way into her companion's throbbing,
narrow opening, parting the overlapping folds. She was terrified that this massive thing would tear
Vilcori 's body apart.

Akan gradually felt his penis being enveloped by hot, twitching flesh, and some wet
liquid flowed out; he knew it was the blood from the woman's torn anus. Cruelly, he pulled at
the nylon thread binding the female pilot's nipples while beginning short, forceful thrusts, all the while
hurling insults at the woman being violated.

"Can you feel my penis in your ass? Do you like it?... It's okay, you'll learn to like
it! From now on, you're nothing but a lowly whore, a bitch!"

Vilcori now felt double the pain from her abused nipples and anus, especially her
anus being violated by Akan's thick penis; waves of immense pressure and burning pain tormented the poor
female pilot. Vercoli had completely succumbed to this cruel humiliation. She began to
cry out , pleading with Akan to stop this horrific torture.

Akan ignored the female pilot's cries and pleas. He pressed his body against her sweat
-soaked , writhing flesh, adjusted himself, and began to thrust powerfully and violently!

"Ah, oh!! Ah!!!!!... Ah, ah, ah!!!!!!!" With Akan's brutal
rape , Vercoli cried out in shrill screams, tears streaming down her face.

The female pilot's cries only spurred Akan to thrust even harder. His attention was now completely
focused how powerfully and deeply his penis penetrated the woman's anus, the sensation of that struggle with the female pilot...

The friction of the fleshy walls inside his anus excited him immensely, while Vilcori's cries and screams became the most beautiful music accompanying his pleasure.

Finally, Akan ejaculated into the female pilot's anus, thick semen filling the torn little
hole . Vilcori felt a jet of hot liquid spray into her body as the thick, monstrous weapon slowly withdrew
.

Now, Vilcori's consciousness was filled with only a lewd and shameful emptiness, dull moaning and whimpering, but
she believed that the most terrible and cruel humiliation was finally over.

Akan was cleaning his penis, which was covered in semen, blood, and feces, with Barbara's mouth.
Barbara, with her eyes closed, licked the disgusting filth from Akan's penis into her mouth with a face full of humiliation.

Above Barbara's head, Vilcori's naked body, bound by ropes, trembled incessantly,
breathing heavily as if she had just finished a long journey. If it weren't for the rope around her neck, Vilcori's limp head would have
drooped to her chest. She had stopped wailing and crying, only silently shedding tears. The strong female pilot
had controlled her emotions; her body, bound by ropes and standing upright, was drenched in sweat,
and thick white semen, mixed with blood, flowed from her still half-open anus, running down her firm, smooth thighs
.

Akan pulled his penis from Barbara's mouth and left the two bound women. Barbara
hugged Vercoli's trembling thighs, sobbing softly.

"Oh, Vercoli. I'm sorry, I... please forgive me!"

Bosnian Nightmare (V)

Barbara glanced at the door and immediately realized their tragic ordeal was about to continue! A large group of men
had already pulled down their pants and walked in!

Akan grinned maliciously at the terrified Barbara, saying, "Yes! Barbara, there are many more
waiting serve your friend! She killed their friends and family, so she must be punished! Her
punishment is their pleasure! You must serve them!"

The men moved behind Vilcori, who now knew her fate
: endless gang rape! This horrifying thought filled the female pilot with panic and despair.

Suddenly, Vilcori felt a glimmer of light before her eyes. She saw Akan's cameraman setting up a camera in front of her
, preparing to film her being gang-raped—and raped from the anus!

Instantly, an indescribable despair and terror washed over her. Vilcori immediately realized that her impending
horrific humiliation would be filmed and seen by her family and colleagues! This immense shame
terrified Vilcori far more than the gang rape itself!

“No!…Please! At least don’t film it!! I’ll do anything, please…
…Turn it off!!!…Please…”

But no one paid attention to the female pilot’s cries and pleas. When she had completely broken down,
crying and begging them to turn off the camera, the first man had already started warming up with Barbara’s mouth.

The guy pressed his penis, covered in Barbara’s saliva, against the violently shaking and struggling buttocks of Vilcori
, then grabbed the female pilot’s full, naked body and forcefully thrust in. The semen remaining in Vilcori’s anus
made it easy for his penis to enter the woman’s body.

Vilcori screamed, that burning pain attacking her vagina again from behind. In front of her,
the camera mercilessly recorded everything that the female pilot was raped. The rope around Vilcori’s neck prevented her
from lowering her head in shame, capturing all the despair and humiliation on her face without missing a single detail.

Vilcori now felt like she was being double-raped, both physically and mentally. A man
was raping her anus from behind, and a camera was capturing it all!

Barbara was stunned. She watched as the man's penis tore through Vilcori's anus, stretching open the
elastic folds, moving in and out between her companion's full, white mounds of flesh. She couldn't imagine what Vilcori was
feeling; it was a hundred times worse than the humiliation she had suffered!

The first man left Vilcori's buttocks, and sticky semen filled the female pilot's defiled
anus again.

Now it was Barbara's turn. The man shoved his semen- and filthy penis into her mouth, and
Barbara trembled as she licked it.

The man and his friend loudly mocked and insulted Barbara. Barbara was completely
overwhelmed by humiliation and helplessness. She had never imagined before that she would suck
the penis !

Another man took his place, impatient with Barbara's mouth, and forcefully shoved his thick
penis into the still-open, semen-drenched orifice. He thrust in so fiercely,
as if trying to pierce the female pilot's body.

He pumped violently, raping the bound female pilot. His gruff snorts
mingled with Vilcori's desperate screams. This time, the man didn't ejaculate inside Vilcori,
but after a few thrusts, he pulled out and sprayed his semen onto Barbara's face, who was kneeling on the ground. Then he
shoved his penis into the mouth of the dark-haired girl, whose face was covered in sticky semen.

Immediately afterward, another man began to rape
the female pilot . Vilcori's anus, as if it had lost its elasticity, was shamelessly wide open,
welcoming the forcefully thrusting penis against her will. He thrust violently a few times, then pulled out and put it into Barbara's
mouth, who was kneeling beside him, so that she could fully taste the fluids he and his companion had ejaculated inside the female pilot's body and the taste of her companion's
violated vagina. Then he thrust it back into Vercoli's vagina.

The camera faithfully and comprehensively recorded the scene of Vercoli being brutally gang-raped. It clearly captured
the female pilot's expression full of sorrow and humiliation, and the groans and screams coming from her mouth.
The female pilot, stripped naked and bound, was endlessly gang-raped by the men behind her. Her healthy and full-figured naked body twisted and struggled in pain
, creating an extremely obscene and violent scene.

Vercoli, naked in front of the camera, had her delicate and taut skin covered in sweat. Her head was
suspended by ropes and could not turn. She could only face the cruel camera, allowing the camera to record the proud woman without missing a single detail.
The pilot's face was streaked with tears of shame, and every detail of her anal rape was visible.

Vilcori's struggles grew weaker; her anus and rectum had lost all sensation, the
burning . She felt her vagina was slick with fluid, making
shameful "plop" sounds with each thrust.

Finally, impatient men approached the female pilot, joining their partner who was sodomizing her
, and began to brutally rape Vilcori, piercing her still-dry vagina with their hard
penises .

Vilcori was now completely trapped between two shamelessly laughing men, two
thick objects simultaneously thrusting into her two vaginas, pumping like pistons! Vilcori felt
as if the two penises were engaged in a duel inside her body, slamming together after penetrating her openings; the
intense pain left her too weak to even cry out, almost causing her to faint.

When all the men had finished venting their lust on the bound female pilot, Vilcori was half-conscious
, her healthy and beautiful body ravaged beyond recognition. Vilcori's once tight, rounded anus had become
a filthy ditch overflowing with men's semen, the white fluid constantly flowing out,
forming a stain down to her knees on her plump, firm thighs; her vagina was similarly defiled, the swollen, everted
flesh constantly oozing white fluid. Barbara could still count that fourteen men had gang-raped
Vilcori , cruelly using her vagina and anus.

Under Akan's command, one of the men grabbed Barbara's hair, forcing her to lick
Vilcori . Barbara couldn't imagine anything more humiliating than this, being forced
to lick clean the filthy, sticky fluid that almost covered Vilcori's plump buttocks!

The white, turbid fluid mixed with sweat and Vilcori's bodily excrement emitted a pungent odor
, almost making Barbara vomit. Yet she had no choice but to swallow it all; Barbara felt like
she was suffocating, her stomach overflowing with this disgusting substance.

Barbara laboriously licked Vilcori's thighs, then began licking
the semen-filled opening of the gang-raped female pilot. From the outside, Barbara could see her companion's brutally violated vagina,
gaping open as if it had lost all elasticity, the engorged walls constantly oozing white fluid like a stream.

Barbara buried her face between Vilcori's wet legs, her tongue plunging into her vagina, sucking,
silently weeping in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Vilcori! I'm so sorry!"

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

Two naked women were bound and hung in the darkness.

Vercoli could feel Barbara hanging beside her, but the blindfold covering her eyes prevented her
from knowing her friend's predicament; she could only focus on her own pain.

The two women were now hanging upside down in the basement of the hotel where Akan's headquarters were located. Their arms
were bound behind their backs, forearms folded together, and ropes tightly bound around their bodies, leaving them no
room to move. The female pilot's naked upper body was bound with rough ropes, the ropes crossing her full
breasts and cruelly digging into her soft, delicate skin.

Vercoli and Barbara's legs were forcefully spread apart, their straight, muscular legs also bound with
ropes , the other ends dangling from the ceiling beams. The ropes binding their arms and chests were also tied
to the beams, leaving their bodies almost suspended in mid-air.

The female pilot's entire weight rested on the ropes binding her legs and torso. The rough ropes dug
deep into their full bodies, torturing them like a form of torture.

Vilcori had lost track of how long she had been suspended like this; her strong legs had lost all feeling, her
chest, tightly bound by the ropes, ached so much she could barely breathe, and even her neck ached. A rough hemp rope was gagged over her
mouth , wrapped around her head and tied to her arms, forcing her head back in agony
.

Vilcori could hear Barbara's faint moans and heavy breathing beside her, and could imagine the
dark-haired girl suffering the same torment. Occasionally, the sound of men's boots on the ground could be heard. This
sound brought new fear to the two women already trapped in a miserable hell; one of them, Vilcori or Barbara,
would soon be subjected to a horrific rape.

Now, with the sound of boots again, the two captured women were immediately gripped by panic and terror.

Barbara then heard her friend's painful groans, the horrific sound of a man's penis penetrating a woman's excessively
violated , and the beast-like panting.

Vilcori's body swayed in mid-air with the man's movements. She felt him insert three or four fingers
into her vagina, which was already
wet and sticky with the semen of his companions from countless acts of rape.

His fingers swirled wantonly inside her, a pain different from the pain in her legs and chest,
filling Vilcori with greater fear and shame. She feared she would eventually go insane under this humiliation.

The man replaced his fingers with his thick penis. The desperate shame completely overwhelmed Vilcori;
she struggled futilely against her deprived body. Although her vagina was already covered in slippery fluid,
the powerful friction of the man's penis still caused Vilcori a burning pain. She felt
as if had pierced her vaginal walls and was directly thrusting into her body.

The man thrust into Vercori's body while pulling on the ropes binding her,
intensifying her pain. He cruelly raped and tortured the captured female pilot for what could have been minutes, or
hours.

When Vercori felt the man ejaculate a stream of hot fluid into her body, leaving a filthy
sense of shame, she had no strength left but to cry.

Barbara heard the sound of boots fading into the distance, leaving only Vercori's weak sobs and groans in the hellish basement
. She realized that the strong and proud Vercori, whom she had always idolized,
had been utterly destroyed by the enemy's brutality and torture. Barbara shook her own body, which was also hanging upside down.
Barbara tried to reach out to Vilkoli to comfort her despairing companion.

Barbara suddenly felt stronger, perhaps because of the terrible
abuse .

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

On the second floor of the hotel, Akan was watching news about his female prisoners on CNN, occasionally
laughing at his brilliant idea. Hiding these two American women here, among the captured Muslim and Kazakh women who were specifically for
his men to enslave and rape, was absolutely a clever idea;
no one would notice anything unusual about these women who were meant to be abused.

And anonymously providing the secretly filmed videotape of Barbara being gang-raped by Muslim volunteers to
German television was an even more ingenious idea! Now—three days later—the entire West was still foolishly convinced that
the two captured female pilots were in the hands of Muslim militants.

Akan watched the carefully edited videotape playing on television with smug satisfaction. The screen showed
Barbara screaming and crying, while the announcer beside her feigned piety, expressing
concern for the terrible fate of the two American women.

Then, the television showed Barbara lying on the ground with her legs bound, the bearded man standing
between her legs, raping her. Although the videotape had been carefully edited,
blurring Barbara's naked breasts and lower body, the entire scene was still extremely obscene,
the expression of terror and despair on Barbara's face clearly visible.

Akan watched the television, feeling his lower body begin to swell again. He thought to himself, "Looks like I'll have to
go to the basement again."

The scene changed, showing Vercoli's handsome and dashing face. The television was playing a video from two weeks prior,
showing Vercoli on a warship discussing how she, as a fighter pilot, fought alongside men.
Akan 's attention was immediately drawn to it; on the television, Vercoli was wearing a tight mini-skirt and a stylish
sports jacket, and he involuntarily turned up the volume. 　　The president sat in his chair, listening intently to the opinion poll expert's remarks. "

Yes 　　, Mr. President, the public is sometimes so contradictory. They expect women to have a place in the military, but they don't want to see women harmed, raped, or even killed. That's why the release of the videotape of the female pilot being raped caused such chaos. They expect you to do something !" 　　"Okay, I'll order the cruise missile attack, then hold a press conference to announce our victory. All fine, but... then will everything be normal?" 　　"Very well, Your Excellency! But I think you'd better rescue those two women as soon as possible; that would increase your approval rating 　　　　　　by 12 to 15 points. But it must be as soon as possible, because public opinion is unpredictable. If you fail and create new unforeseen circumstances, your approval rating will drop by 8 to 10 points." 　　Akan was pleased to see that General Milosevic was only fifteen minutes late; for a general of his rank, this already quite remarkable. But Akan always believed that the general's rapid arrival wasn't for him, but for the women he had. 　　General Milosedic, as a high-ranking officer in the Bosnian Serb army, had participated in almost all the wars against the Bosnians or Croats, and had also survived attacks by American aircraft. Although the general had announced his retirement—which was obviously a lie —he still controlled a significant portion of the Bosnian Serb army. Akan knew that the general and his sponsor— Belgrade were neither friends nor enemies, so he could comfortably play both sides. 　　Akan had money, and the general had heavy weaponry. He had been trying to get some big stuff from the general so he could continue the war until the Americans couldn't hold out and retreat; the war was Akan 's source of wealth, women, and status. 　　But General Milosedic obviously wouldn't easily sell the heavy weapons to Akan, so he decided to use the two American women to seduce the general, while his photographer would film something— a videotape enough to get the general to back down. And these videotapes would one day force the General to share the dreadful war crimes with Akan—though Akan didn't want that day to come. 　　Now Akan was drinking with the General, intentionally suggesting he consider going to his hotel's basement to see something "interesting." 　　The General agreed, hoping it would be a prelude to toying with the women Akan had captured and subjugated, imprisoned in this brothel filled with rape and thrills. The General had done this a few times before, and he was surprised to find himself enjoying the thrill of abusing helpless women. He had never treated women this way before, so the General knew almost nothing about it—before meeting Akan—but now he was eager to experience that indescribable thrill again. 　　The General left his bodyguards and went down the stairs with Akan. When he entered the basement and saw Vilcori and Barbara for the first time , he was immediately stunned. The sight of the two women before him was the most sensual and stimulating image he had ever seen ! 　　Closer to the General was the tall blonde woman, her muscular naked body glistening with her own sweat . The woman's large, heavy breasts, purplish-red from the ropes, hung limply in front of her chest, trembling with heavy breathing. Large drops of sweat dripped from her swollen nipples. Her full, sensual body twisted under the ropes, her muscles spasming and convulsing as she struggled against the ropes binding her limbs. 　　The general saw that the woman's head was tilted forward, the rope digging into her mouth and tied behind her back with her arms bound behind her back . Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down the rough ropes and down her chin. The general saw immense pain on the woman's face, like that of a woman in childbirth; sweat had soaked her hair, clinging messily to her pained face. 　　The general approached the woman; her lower body was completely naked, revealing her swollen, everted vulva . The woman's most intimate part was now completely covered in white, sticky fluid, a layer of whitish filth covering the everted labia and the swollen clitoris.

The general walked to another woman, a petite, dark-haired woman whose slender body
was bound in the same cruel way. Her naked body was covered in sweat as if oiled. Her
wet, disheveled hair revealed her beautiful face, and two lines of tears streamed down her face beneath her blindfold.

"So beautiful!" the general thought to himself.

He placed his hand on the dark-haired woman's naked, semen-covered genitals and stroked them. The woman's body
immediately
her smooth, full thighs to her knees, then to her round, high buttocks.

The general's hand continued to caress the woman's sweaty body, tracing down her flat abdomen to two
soft, drooping mounds of flesh. He was slightly surprised; the two nipples on this woman's well-proportioned
breasts were elongated so disproportionately. The general, of course, could not imagine that this was the result of prolonged abuse with fishing line.

Realizing Akan was standing behind him, the general turned around and asked, "How long have they been hanging like this?"

"I think about an hour or two, but perhaps that's too long for them. I'm teaching them
to obey orders; women here should obey like soldiers in the army. Which one do you want? Blonde
or brunette?"

The general hesitated for a moment, subconsciously feeling there was something wrong. But the two women
looked so pitiful and helpless, and the general felt an irrepressible excitement rising within him.

"What does it matter?" the general reassured himself. "Women captured by the enemy in
war suffer this fate; it has nothing to do with nationality."

"I choose the blonde woman; she's beautiful, like the women on American TV shows. By the way,
Akan , she looks like that tall, strong blonde woman from 'American Fighter.'"

"Yes, like the women in American TV shows. I'll lower the rope a bit so you can
fuck this woman's asshole; maybe that'll be cleaner, don't you think?" Akan said, pointing to Barbara's
semen-covered vulva.

The Bosnian Nightmare (Part Six)

The President waved his hand, signaling the generals and fleet commanders present to quiet down.

“I have made up my mind. We must respond forcefully to this brutal act; there is no room for
argument. Our nation’s reputation and credibility are in crisis. We cannot allow those despicable war
criminals to damage our country’s reputation by raping these two women. The women’s involvement completely changes the situation
. We can no longer hesitate and watch as we did with the male pilots’ capture. We must act, launch
cruise missiles at the Bosnian Bosnian military camp in Vitez. We know there are Bosnian volunteers there.”

“But, Mr. President, what about the two female pilots? Our cruise missiles could kill
them too, and besides, we cannot be certain they are in Bosnian hands. We have no intelligence indicating that the
Bosnian volunteers possess weapons capable of shooting down F-14s. How did they shoot down our plane?
I believe we should gather more intelligence to determine their whereabouts and who is controlling them.”

“I understand your distress, Commander. Let’s look at those photos first. The facts demand that
we take action to defend our nation’s reputation. We cannot allow those guys to treat
women who serve America this way. If we don’t act, the media will devour us; we cannot be seen as weak or
indecisive. We have identified one of the men in the videotape as Iranian, a Muslim,
and that is enough. I have authorized the CIA to investigate who is backing those bastards.
As you all know, Delta Force is already on standby in Hungary. Once intelligence indicates a need for a rescue
operation , I will immediately order them to depart.”

“Yes, Mr. President.”

“Any further questions?… Commander, what is the name of that aircraft carrier…”

“Eisenhower, sir.”

“Yes, someone on the USS Eisenhower must be held responsible for the capture of those two girls. I want you to go
there, find the person responsible, report their name, and officially announce it to the public through the Navy as soon as possible.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, gentlemen, I’d like to be alone for a while now.”

Once everyone had left the room, the president carefully picked up the videotape from the table and put it in the VCR.
He turned his chair so his back was to the surveillance camera and then turned on the television.

On the huge screen appeared footage of Barbara being raped—scenes that, of course, hadn’t been censored or edited by
the Press and Publication Administration .

The president watched intently as the man’s penis entered Barbara’s vagina, his thick shaft
fully inserted into her tight, narrow vagina. The president’s hand unconsciously slid down his body
, pressing against his already erect penis through his trousers. He stared at the young
female pilot .

The television broadcast the brutal rape scenes, and the president’s excited mind raced,
the image of a woman from his deepest memory gradually becoming clear. He smiled as he watched the woman on the screen being savagely raped and
humiliated , the images of the two women in his mind gradually merging into one.

As the scene the president had been most eagerly anticipating was about to appear, he couldn't help but lean forward, his hands gripping
his already erect penis and manipulating it through his pants. When the bearded man pressed his ugly
penis close to Barbara's weeping face, the leader of the free world immediately began to manipulate his
penis even more vigorously. He knew what was about to happen, and he was anticipating it.

He imagined himself committing that atrocity, that he was the one raping the naked
female pilot . He felt his consciousness merge with those men,
releasing his repressed urges through them; real women could never satisfy him. The man on the screen
continued his atrocity, and the president seemed to see himself fulfilling his fantasy,
demonstrating his power to that bitch.

When the man on the screen slapped Barbara's face with his penis, ejaculating his thick semen onto her...
As the president, engrossed in his fantasies and fiddling with his penis, suddenly felt a violent
tremor, and a gush of fluid overflowed from his trousers.

Meanwhile, Akan's photographer, Dmitri, was hiding in a box in the basement, sweating profusely
, his vision blurred. He still gripped his camera tightly; his task was to
film the general sexually assaulting the American female pilot. However, Dmitri's attention was now drawn more to
the naked body of the American woman being violated.

She seemed to have suffered more torment and pain than her petite colleague. Dmitri began
to regret choosing the robust blonde woman, but he immediately recalled
the tightness and warmth of the dark-haired girl's tender vulva, the wonderful feeling of his hands caressing her sweaty, slender, and shapely body. He smiled
as he recalled the trembling and struggle of that young body under his rape; she was so fragile and helpless.

Dmitri put his memories aside and continued to diligently carry out his task.

Vilcori was now kneeling naked on the ground, her face pressed against the rough
concrete . Her hands were still tightly bound behind her back, the rope in her mouth like a noose
around her white neck and tied to her arms behind her back.

The general's trousers were pulled down to his knees, and he was kneeling
between , thrusting into her bare buttocks. His hands pressed hard against Vilcori's full, firm
legs, forcefully plunging his penis deep into her anus.

The woman's eyes were still blindfolded, but the expression on her face was clearly visible, clearly
expressing the immense pain and shame she was enduring. This real and intense pain shocked
Dmitri ; he believed that no one had ever captured such a shocking scene of sexual abuse.

Vercoli's robust and voluptuous naked body was repeatedly dragged back and forth across the cold, hard
concrete floor under the general's brutal assault. Her large, delicate breasts rubbed against the rough ground with cruel sounds. The expression on the abused
female pilot's face was so alluring and seductive to Dmitri.

Reluctantly, Dmitri shifted the camera's focus from Vercoli to
Akan, who was sodomizing another American woman. That day in the barn, Dmitri had carefully avoided filming Akan during the gang rape of
Vercoli . But now it was different; his mission was to film Akan and General Milosevic
raping an American woman side-by-

side. The mustachioed man was sweating profusely, straddling the naked body of the dark-haired girl. Beneath him,
Barbara lay face up, her hands and feet bound and spread. Dmitri focused the camera
on Barbara's slender body, her shapely, full breasts heaving with each assault. He noticed the woman's
blindfold had been removed. She wasn't looking at Akan, who was raping her, but instead stared intently at
the suffering .

"That's it, General! Fuck this bitch's ass! It's the best way to fuck a woman; her pain
means your pleasure." The general didn't speak. He felt uncomfortable

about fucking a woman provided by someone else, while another person was doing the same thing beside him . However, the excitement of raping this blonde woman greatly offset this discomfort; Akan had opened a door to pleasure for him. So, the general didn't speak, focusing entirely on the tight, narrow hole he was diligently working on. 　　As the general thrust his penis deep into the woman's tight anus, the indescribable pleasure made his penis feel thicker and larger. He pressed his hands firmly against the woman's firm , elastic buttocks, watching his penis move in and out of her tight, round anus. The general felt intoxicated by the ability to torture and enslave such a strong and beautiful woman. Her once strong and powerful body was now naked and utterly humiliated, kneeling on the ground, her long legs spread wide, exposing her two small, repeatedly violated vulvas. 　　Although Vercoli couldn't understand the words spoken by the general and Akan, she could hear the vicious pleasure behind their language. After being gang-raped and ravaged by countless unknown men, Vercoli felt herself on the verge of madness and collapse. Her head hung limply on the cold ground, her full buttocks obscenely raised high , offering her pitiful anus to her rapists. 　　Vercoli's body convulsed, her alluring flesh struggling futilely under the ropes, uttering painful groans and pitiful pleas: "Please, no more... let me go, ah..." 　　Vercoli's naked body twisted weakly under the bonds, her arms still firmly tied behind her back. At this moment, Vilcori felt so weak and pathetic. Her strong body trembled helplessly under the ropes , desperately awaiting anyone to abuse her. No matter how much Vilcori pleaded or cried out, no one showed the female pilot a shred of pity. She had completely lost her pride and self-respect. 　　Now, Vilcori could only feel that familiar, burning . She felt that she might be trapped in this terrible and humiliating pain forever, that no one could save her, that she had completely degenerated into a body only for the terrorists to ravage and rape. 　　This pain and fear completely overwhelmed Vilcori. She no longer resisted, letting herself writhe and cry under the abuse , completely surrendering her body to her perpetrators. Vilcori only felt her tight vagina being brutally stretched open, the thick penises thrusting in and out, causing her a burning pain that gradually spread throughout her body, as if her body was being torn in two. But Virkoli didn't struggle or resist ; she just cried out loudly. She had completely accepted this humiliating and passive position, her mind a complete blank. Although Virkoli continued to utter pitiful pleas, she was no longer even aware of what she was saying. 　　Akan's expression as he looked at the general was like that of a wicked professor instructing his student on his first experiment—an anal sex experiment that would bring young people unparalleled pleasure. He believed the general could never imagine the thoughts swirling in the mind of the woman he was having sex with. Every time Akan thought about the tape he had filmed of the general's rape...

Watching a video of an American female pilot being raped, he couldn't help but smile.

At that moment, Akan was also raping and thrusting into the ass of a beautiful American female pilot. He laboriously straddled
Barbara, using all his strength to insert his penis into the woman's tight anus. When he felt
his penis being swallowed by the hot, tight flesh, and saw a snow-white, full body writhing beneath him,
Akan felt incredibly powerful. Akan felt the woman's vagina constantly contracting, the elastic
walls tightly enveloping and squeezing his penis. He stared at Barbara's young and beautiful face, enjoying her painful
moans and whimpers. He thrust almost frantically, wanting not only to possess this young, slender body, but also to completely
possess her soul.

Beneath Akan, Barbara moaned weakly with each thrust of his penis between her buttocks.
Being bound and suspended for so long had exhausted Barbara. Although her ropes had now been untied,
Barbara had no strength left to resist. Akan's heavy body pressed down on her, and Barbara could only barely
support herself with her aching limbs, kneeling on the ground and enduring
the pain and humiliation inflicted upon her by this evil and cruel man.

This pain was ten times more terrible than the gang rape she suffered at the hands of the Muslim volunteers. When Akan's thick
penis thrust into Barbara's anus, she felt like a sapling being uprooted; the burning
pain made her buttocks stiffen and twitch.

Barbara wanted to cry out loud and beg Akan to spare her. She saw Vilkoli
kneeling naked beside her, crying and wailing in a hoarse voice. Seeing Vilkoli so miserable,
completely subjugated to obscene violence, cruelly raped by that gray-haired man, Barbara felt
a sharp pain in her heart. From Vilkoli's eyes and expression, it was clear that she had completely collapsed, only able to cry and plead

intermittently .
Barbara tried calling Vercoli's name, but she didn't answer. Barbara believed
Vercoli 's mind was completely muddled.

Barbara turned to look at her companion; Vercoli's alluring vulva had become an open
, swollen, and unsightly orifice, from which the murky fluids left by her previous rapists continued to flow
. The man riding the female pilot had cruelly forced open the tight
sphincter , brutally thrusting in and out of Vercoli's tortured vagina to Barbara's shock.

She saw Vercoli's strong, naked body covered in sweat, kneeling on the ground in submission, crying and pleading.
Barbara could hardly believe such words were coming from Vercoli's mouth!

“Please, please!…Don’t torture me like this anymore…I’ll do anything you want! I’ll obey
!…Ah, oh! No! No…please…”

The general couldn’t understand the pitiful female pilot’s humiliating pleas and asked Akan, “What is this bitch saying?”

Akan smiled and replied, “She said she likes it. This bitch likes it!”

Barbara felt that it was all her fault. Seeing her idol being brutally and cruelly
abused and raped, Barbara felt that her own pain was nothing. Obviously, if she hadn’t carelessly
revealed Vilcori’s whereabouts, Akan and his men wouldn’t have been able to catch her. Compared to these
guys who had caught her and Vilcori, Vilcori was much smarter. Barbara felt particularly pained now because she had betrayed
Vilcori .

Akan’s thrusts became heavier and heavier, causing Barbara’s whole body to tremble. She tried to use her waist and abdomen
to resist Akan’s brutal rape. The female pilot, having endured prolonged torture and gang rape, was now powerless
to resist . Completely broken by her rapists, she could only helplessly allow the enemy to vent his lust on her. Akan's
rape left Barbara limp, her breathing rhythmic with the thrusting of his penis.

Gradually, Barbara lost all capacity for thought. Tears, snot, and saliva streamed down her face
; only pain remained in her mind. Her body was utterly limp, allowing Akan to brutally
rape . Barbara began to fear that this pain would last forever.

Finally, Barbara felt the penis tearing at her body stop, and a warm
liquid shot into her rectum. Akan withdrew his penis from between Barbara's plump buttocks,
throwing the female pilot's limp body to the ground.

Barbara crawled laboriously on the ground, reaching Vilcori, who was still being raped by the general. She
saw the general grab Vilcori's plump, fleshy buttocks and violently thrust into her a few times before pulling out and throwing
the utterly conquered woman onto the cold concrete floor.

Vilcori's slender, voluptuous body was covered in marks of abuse, her arms bound behind her back, lying face down
on the ground. Her face was turned to the other side, her naked body still twitching slightly, emitting intermittent moans
and sobs . Barbara saw faint whip marks and finger marks on Vilcori's plump, fleshy buttocks,
the small, swollen opening between her two mounds red and open, from which white semen flowed.

Barbara whispered in Vilcori's ear, "Vilcol, Vilcori! I know you'll be
alright. We'll get out of here..."

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

Although the man had stopped sodomizing her, Vilcori had no idea how long she had been gang-raped.
Her arms were still tightly bound behind her back, her body aching all over as she lay on the cold ground. Vercoli
could now see her surroundings, as the blindfold had been removed.
This was the first time Vercoli had been able to breathe freely since being bound and hung up by the enemy, a rope stuffed in her mouth.

She couldn't see Barbara now, only Akan and the gray-haired man sitting
in chairs not far from her, drinking and chatting. The aroma of food wafted into Vercoli's nose, instantly filling
her with a strong sense of hunger; she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten
.

Vercoli half-opened her eyes, watching Akan and the others, afraid that if they discovered she was awake, they
would torture her again. But Vercoli's slight movement caught Akan's attention; he
picked up a piece of sausage and walked over to where she was lying.

Akan threw the sausage on the ground and said, “Ah, Vilkoli, the great American heroine has
awakened ! Alright, ready for the next act, you slut!”

Hearing Akan’s words, the general immediately turned around. Although he didn’t understand English, the general still recognized
a few words.

“Vilkoli? America??” the general asked in surprise, “What do you mean?!”

“My general, these are the two American bitches that the whole world is looking for, you understand? To
stupid Americans, this is a huge joke! They still think they are in the hands of the Muslims!
Don’t be nervous , nobody knows this, it’s our secret! Vilkoli? That’s what this bitch calls herself.
She calls herself the goddess in German mythology who sends fallen warriors to heaven. My general,
since this slut came here, she has ‘sent’ many Serbian warriors to heaven!”

Akan spoke faster and faster. “After all, the Americans committed crimes against us Serbs, so it’s not too much to deal with these
American Navy women. This is my gift to you. She’s an American Navy officer, a lieutenant. Of course,
no one else will know. You must think I’ve gone mad, right? Don’t worry, they’ll disappear from here.
Then only you and I will know about this; it’s our little secret. Come on, let me show you
what these two bitches can do!”

Alcohol and lust clouded General Milosevic’s mind, which already hated America. He began
to find Akan’s explanation quite reasonable. But the general was still somewhat agitated.

“I’ve already raped an American Navy officer?!” This thought intoxicated the general. “I’ve
already slept with a self-proclaimed all-powerful American bitch, and I’ve fucked this
slut right through this Navy officer’s ass!” This thought flashed through the general’s mind, making him want to laugh. He began to believe Akan
’s words; what a huge irony!

While the general was lost in thought, Akan began to look around. When he suddenly noticed
Vercoli staring hungryly at the sausage on the ground, Akan immediately had an idea!

With the general's help, Akan first got Vercoli onto a chair. He
loosely tied a rope around the female pilot's neck, then tied the other end of this noose-like rope to the back of the chair,
forcing the naked female pilot to tilt her head back, her entire weight resting on
her arms .

Akan inserted one end of a sausage, which was already a third eaten, into Vercoli's vagina, and then
quickly, together with the general, lifted Barbara onto Vercoli's legs. They pressed Barbara's vulva tightly against
Vercoli , inserted the other end of the sausage into Barbara's vagina, and then
tightly bound the legs of both female pilots together.

Next, Akan tied a rope around Barbara's neck as well, and tied it to the chair. The two naked female pilots were thus
bound face-to-face, a greasy, thin sausage inserted into their
vaginas. Their weight was supported solely by Vilcori's arms, which were bound behind her back.

The general watched with admiration as Akan skillfully tied fishing line to the nipples of the two female pilots' full, bare
breasts . Then, Akan handed the fishing line, which bound Vilcori's nipples, to the general,
indicating that by pulling the line, he could manipulate the two female pilots to rape each other with the sausage inserted into their vaginas!

Akan pulled the fishing line, causing Barbara to immediately feel that familiar, sharp pain again. Her genitals
pressed against Vilcori's equally delicate and sensitive area, rubbing gently.

Being forced to perform this in front of the enemy filled Barbara with immense shame. The
sausage inserted into her vagina made Barbara very uncomfortable, but after countless acts of rape, the stretched vagina receiving
the thickness of a sausage didn't feel painful. Barbara obediently shifted her buttocks, letting the sausage rub
against her vulva, moving a little distance from Vilcori's genitals before squeezing in again. The contact between her vulva and
Vilcori's sent a strange, electric shock through Barbara!

Vilcori looked at her companion with a mixture of anger and surprise, stubbornly remaining motionless until
the general pulled on the fishing line, causing a sharp pain in Vilcori's nipples, which were swollen and obscenely constricted! Vilcori
groaned softly, managing to shift her hips forward slightly, immediately feeling her vulva touch Barbara's
hot clitoris! The general repeatedly pulled on the fishing line, and Vilcori had no choice but to imitate Barbara, humiliatingly
writhing her buttocks.

Now the two women were beginning to sway and twist their full, naked bodies to Akan's rhythm,
pressing together and then separating, a sausage repeatedly moving in and out of the two female pilots' vulvas.

Barbara stared at Vilcori's face, seeing immense shame and pain in her eyes.
Barbara clenched the sausage inside her vagina, thrusting it back and forth into Vercoli's flesh. She felt
her face burning, a clear indication of her excitement.

Vercoli looked at her companion with disgust; she could hardly believe Barbara could be
so depraved and submissive, like a shameless little bitch! Whenever Vercoli slowed down,
a sharp pain shot through her nipples, forcing her to accept the disgusting rape of the sausage. Gradually, Vercoli
also began to feel an unspeakable pleasure, especially when Barbara's hot genitals rubbed against her sensitive
clitoris . This was the first time since her capture that Vercoli had experienced painless sex. She tried
to relax, but the pain in her nipples and her disgust for homosexuality prevented her from doing so.

As the sausage was used by the two female pilots like a dildo, Vercoli gradually
found it difficult to suppress her feelings of shame. This shameful act was enough to make both women's vaginas
wet, and gradually a shameful "plop" sound, the friction of
sausages against wet vaginas ! When the sound first came from Barbara's vagina, Vircorly
felt a wave of disgust, but soon she herself began to make the same incredibly shameful sound!

Akan found it very amusing, and he reached into Vircorly's already hot and wet vagina,
saying, "Ah, you've gotten so hot! You're a complete slut, a dirty, perverted
slut, just like your slutty companion!"

Vercoli felt even more ashamed, but she could no longer escape this reality. She used
her arms , to support her body, then leaned back as far as possible to create more
distance between herself and Barbara, pushing her buttocks closer together, rubbing the sausage inside her vagina against Barbara's
genitals.

But Vercoli found Barbara's thrusts becoming more intense, constantly clenching the sausage inside her vagina to pump it in and out
, almost inserting the entire sausage into her vagina!

Vercoli began to pant heavily, the two women's sweaty bodies pressed tightly together, their full
breasts rubbing against each other, their movements gradually becoming frantic.

Suddenly, Barbara screamed, "Vercoli...I...I want...there...
Vercoli , Vercoli!!"

At that moment, Akan suddenly grabbed the wildly writhing Barbara, pulling her away from Vercoli, and
the sausage immediately slid out of Barbara's vagina.

A sudden wave of despair washed over Vercoli, and she let out a helpless whimper as her body stiffened instantly.

At the same time, Vercoli heard Akan's vicious curse: "No, slut! It's not time for
you ! It's time for you to get back to work, bitch!"

(Bosnian Nightmare (Seven))

Akan dragged Vercoli, still groaning in anguish, off the chair and made her kneel
beside . Vercoli saw Barbara's flushed face, which had failed to reach orgasm.

Akan pulled the sausage out of Vercoli's vagina; the two women had been gripping it and
thrusting it back and forth, almost bringing them to orgasm.

Vercoli saw Akan dangling the sausage in front of her; it was soaked in the fluids secreted from her and Barbara's
vaginas , displaying a reddish-white color. Vercoli could even smell
the sausage, a mixture of meaty aroma and their vaginal fluids.

Akan grinned wickedly at the poor female pilot, saying, "Now I'll follow the Geneva Convention and give the prisoners something to eat
, won't I? Don't say I won't give you anything. Here's a sausage for you, savor it
, you bitch!"

Akan turned the sausage around, pointing the end that had been inserted into Barbara's vagina towards
Vilcori . Vilcori stared at the sausage, now soaked in Barbara's vaginal fluids, a look of disgust on her face.

"Eat it, you bitch! Or I'll hang you up again! Hang you up forever!!"

Vilcori had no choice but to lean forward, slowly opening her mouth and biting into the still-warm,
vaginal-soaked sausage in Akan's hand. She closed her eyes in pain, biting off a small piece of sausage and chewing.
Vilcori tasted an irresistible meaty and spicy flavor; she was so hungry. But at the same time, she also
tasted a strange, slightly sweet flavor. Vilcori knew it was Barbara's flavor. The
taste filled Vercoli's mouth, and she trembled uncontrollably. She was eating another woman's vaginal fluid!
The feeling disgusted Vercoli, and she struggled to control herself, swallowing
the small piece of sausage almost with tears streaming down her face.

Akan then brought the end of the sausage, soaked in Vercoli's vaginal fluid, to Barbara's mouth. Barbara opened her mouth almost
without hesitation, biting off a piece with her pearly white teeth, slowly chewing and savoring
the taste of the sausage and Vercoli's vaginal fluid.

After Barbara ate that piece, Akan brought the sausage back to Vercoli's mouth, this time with
the end covered in her own vaginal fluid. Akan watched with great interest as the bound woman chewed the sausage,
covered in slime, with a humiliated expression.

Vercoli felt utterly disgusted and
ashamed whenever she thought about what the two of them had used that sausage for.

He alternately fed the sausage, soaked in the two women's juices, to Vilcori and Barbara until it
was completely eaten. Akan said to the two female pilots, "Now you can have some drinks. But
you have to do some work for your cocktails first, you sluts!"

Akan smugly showed the general first, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his dark, erect penis.
The two naked female pilots, now with their arms tied behind their backs, knelt side-by-side in front of the bench, their faces facing
the two men's crotches.

Akan pulled on the fishing line attached to Barbara's nipples, saying to the general, "Use
this to manipulate her! Just pull this bitch's nipples, and she'll do anything for you!"

As a demonstration, Akan tugged on the fishing line. Barbara immediately groaned,
arching her body forward, trying to avoid further punishment of her beautiful breasts. Akan repeatedly tugged at the fishing
line in his hand, and Barbara's reaction was to moan incessantly, writhing her naked body at Akan's feet.

Akan brought his penis to Barbara's mouth and commanded the young woman in English to suck it.

Without Akan needing to command her again through the fishing line, Barbara immediately opened her mouth wide and swallowed Akan's ugly penis
. She obediently licked Akan's penis with her warm, soft tongue, making muffled moans.
The penis still bore traces of the filth from Barbara's anus and Akan's semen, and Barbara tasted a
bitterness in her mouth.

Suddenly, a pain shot through her chest, and Barbara immediately quickened her sucking until she had licked off all the
filth Akan's penis, now covered in Barbara's glistening saliva, stood erect again.

Akan suddenly grabbed Barbara's hair, preventing her from turning her head, and then violently thrust his swollen
penis deep into her mouth, pumping wildly!

Before the young female pilot could even prepare, she felt something thick and large shoved directly into
her throat ! Barbara immediately turned bright red, her mouth and throat filled with Akan's enormous penis,
making it impossible for her to breathe. Barbara tried to struggle free, but Akan's hands held her head firmly, rendering her
unable to resist.

Akan used his penis to firmly block Barbara's mouth, silently watching the tormented female pilot until
he noticed Barbara's eyes were rolling back. Only then did he slowly withdraw his penis, giving Barbara a little breathing
space.

Akan grinned maliciously, looking at the female pilot before him, her mouth still filled with his penis, greedily inhaling...
A few seconds later, Akan forcefully thrust his thick penis all the way into Barbara's mouth, reaching
deep into her throat.

Only when the poor female pilot was nearly suffocating from the torment of Akan's large penis
would he, as if in a gesture of charity, pull his penis slightly out of Barbara's mouth, giving her a moment to breathe. Akan
continued to torment Barbara in this way, a cruel torture that felt like unbearable agony to her
.

The general watched Akan abuse Barbara, then after a few minutes turned to look at Vilcori, who knelt before
him . He grabbed
the fishing line tied to Vilcori's two large, swollen nipples and pulled hard, as if trying to lift the
kneeling female pilot up through the line attached to her large breasts.

The female pilot, writhing in agony, immediately groaned loudly, her body trembling and arching backward. The general
pulled harder, laughing cruelly as he reveled in the agonizing expression on Vercoli's face.

He spoke to Akan in Serb, "Akan, tell this American bitch in English to lick my
boots !"

Akan laughed, "Excellent general, it seems you have sadistic tendencies."

Then, he said to Vercoli in English, "Vercoli! Lick his boots, you bitch!"

Vercoli, tormented by the excruciating pain in her chest, was almost stunned by Akan's command. But
she dared not disobey their will. As soon as the general released the "chains,"
Vercoli immediately submitted, bending forward, her large, white buttocks protruding, kneeling at the general's feet like a dog.

The general's boots were so shiny that Vercoli could almost see
her own . She closed her eyes and slowly extended her tongue to lick the surface of the boots. Licking the
boots , Vilcori felt a nauseating bitterness. As she licked, her saliva soaked the shiny
boots, and she hated her own submission.

The general, seeing his boots covered in Vilcori's saliva, changed into the other
boot.

Thus, the disheveled female pilot was forced to endure another humiliation. Just as Vilcori was about to
finish licking the general's other boot, he suddenly yanked the fishing line in his hand!

With a piercing pain, Vilcori screamed. She struggled to stand, but the rope still
around her neck held her back.

The general, mimicking Akan, grabbed Vilcori's disheveled blonde hair and shoved his still-erect
penis to her mouth.

Smelling the foul odor emanating from the general's ugly member, and remembering that it had just been inserted
into her anus, Vilcori felt immense anger and disgust. Vercoli did not resist; she
allowed the general to shove his penis into her open mouth.

Vercoli could feel something warm slowly piercing her throat, and fear and anger made her tremble
. Deep down, Vercoli's consciousness told her: bite it off! As payment for
their ! But Vercoli didn't have the courage to do so; the cruel humiliation inflicted by Akan and his men had completely
broken her and made her submit.

With a penis that was gradually swelling inside her mouth, Vercoli felt utterly terrified; she was completely
lost .

The general grabbed Vercoli's hair and began pulling her head back and forth, forcing his penis in and out of
her mouth. Vercoli's head was pulled, almost pressed against the general's foul-smelling pubic hair,
the thick object in her mouth constantly rubbing against her tongue and striking her throat, making it almost
impossible for Vercoli to breathe.

As the general raped Vercoli, he yelled, “Suck harder, you bitch! Work harder!!
Now know what a real man is like, right? A Serbian man!... Now I am the victor, you
are nothing! You filthy American bitch! You know how powerful I am now??!!”

Vercoli couldn't understand the general's frenzied shouts; her entire consciousness was focused on
the penis filling her mouth and throat. Vercoli tried desperately to suck with her tongue, trying to please the brutal man and hasten
his orgasm, hoping to escape this terrible and humiliating rape as quickly as possible.

The general grabbed the female pilot's hair and forcefully thrust into her mouth, pumping in and out of her throat as he had just raped her
anus , his hips slamming heavily against the woman's face and
lips. Vilcoli's robust body was bound and forced to kneel on the ground, her hair held in the general's hand. Her full, sexy
naked body was soaked with sweat, and wet saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her snow-white neck and
full breasts.

As the thick thing continued to thrust into Vilcoli's mouth like a piston, her consciousness
gradually went blank. Suddenly, Vilcoli felt the terrible rape stop. The general held
his penis, which had been pulled from her mouth, against her saliva-covered chin.

Then, stream after stream of hot, viscous white liquid sprayed onto Vilcoli's face!
This fishy-smelling liquid immediately covered Vilcoli's chin and cheeks, spraying into her panting
mouth and even into her eyes!

Now Vilcoli's face was almost completely covered in white, viscous semen, and she felt waves of heat.
Vilcori looked up in terror and saw the general's hateful eyes and the ugly
penis pointing directly at her.

Without warning, Vilcori felt an even more violent gush spray onto her face!
A hot, pungent liquid was poured over her face, washing away
the semen that had just covered her. It was his urine! He was urinating on her face!!

The general laughed and urinated on Vilcori's face. The foul-smelling urine washed away
the semen on Vilcori's face, mixing with it and flowing all over her face, chest, and body.

Vilcori was completely stunned. She could only kneel helplessly at the general's feet, being grabbed by the
hair and urinated on her face. Vilcori felt utterly and completely humiliated; she was even treated like...
It's become a public toilet! The man's semen filled her anus, and now he's smeared his semen and urine all over
her face and body! Vilcori thought of death.

Beside her, Akan was still brutally raping Barbara. He thrust his penis deep into Barbara's
mouth , then slowly pulled it out, then thrust it in again! At the same time, he was using fishing line to torture the young
female pilot's beautiful breasts; Barbara's two small nipples were swollen and engorged, twice their original size.

When Akan saw the general spray semen all over Vilcori's face, his movements gradually slowed. When Akan
saw the general urinating on the proud female pilot's face, he felt he could no longer restrain himself. Akan suddenly thrust
his penis deep into Barbara's throat, then quickly pulled it out. A stream of thick semen immediately sprayed onto Barbara
's face, covering her mouth, nose, and chin, almost suffocating her.

Akan and the general walked away from the two female pilots. Vilcori and Barbara
looked their faces smeared with the marks of rape and abuse, wondering what other humiliation awaited them.

"Well done, General! Excellent! Now you know how to make these women know their place
. You don't mind if I have them put on another show, do you?"

Before the general could answer, Akan commanded Vilcori in English, "Do you want to lick your friend's face
clean , or do you want me to hang you from the ceiling again and have my men take turns fucking you?!"

Vilcori had no choice but to obey. She turned to face Barbara. Vilcori stared at Barbara's face, covered in
Akan semen, hesitating. But the sharp pain in her nipples immediately dispelled her reluctance. Vilcori
slowly stuck out her tongue and licked Barbara's face, slowly licking the sticky semen into her mouth.

Barbara remained motionless as Vilcori licked her face, her eyes fixed on Vilcori
's eyes. Vercoli's soft tongue licked Barbara's face, giving her an unprecedented excitement
and stimulation. Even the unpleasant smell of urine on Vercoli's face couldn't
diminish Barbara's excitement.

For Vercoli, this was an incredibly painful task, especially seeing Barbara's
face flushed with excitement. This disgust was even more
painful for Vercoli than swallowing the semen Akan had ejaculated on Barbara's face.

After Vercoli licked the filth off Barbara's face, Akan came up with another
idea .

Akan and the general placed the two female pilots together in a "69" position. Vercoli and
Barbara 's faces were directly against each other's genitals, and then a rope was tied around their necks, the other
end of which was tightly bound to their arms, which were tied behind their backs. In this way, the two women's faces were completely pressed against
each other's vulvas, with no room for movement.

Vercoli's face was forced against Barbara's wet vulva, the little hole still dripping with
semen that had been ejaculated into her during the gang rape earlier. Barbara, in turn, faced Vercoli's secret place.

The unpleasant smell from Barbara's vagina made Vercoli nauseous, but she knew she had to
clean it up in humiliation. Suddenly, Vercoli felt Barbara's soft, warm tongue begin to move around her
vulva! She could hardly believe it:
her friend, who had served on the same plane and shared a room with her, had become so depraved and shameless!

Vercoli struggled frantically, trying to scream, but her face was buried tightly
between , and she could only make weak, indistinct sounds. Vercoli felt she had been raped again, this time
by Barbara! 　　Vilcori

screamed inwardly, struggling with her last ounce of strength beneath Barbara, finally letting out
a loud shriek　　: " No!...Don't touch me!!"

=== ... 　　Akan ordered his men to imprison Vercoli and Barbara separately, giving them two days to recover from the brutal torture and gang rape they had just endured. Akan now intended for Vercoli and Barbara to begin their " work" like the other Croat and Mughal women there, to observe the other prisoners' demonstrations. 　　Alexander was responsible for "instructing" the two women; he wanted someone to send Barbara some thin, slightly moldy slices of bread for breakfast before starting her morning work. He himself escorted Vercoli to the military camp. 　　Vercoli wasn't bound; Alexander led her to the second floor of the camp, where a woman slightly older than her was already waiting. 　　This petite woman appeared to be half Vercoli's height and weight, with brown hair , wearing a worn-out blue suit, and looked very haggard. Vilcori wasn't much better off; her blonde was disheveled, and she wore a short-sleeved t-shirt and tattered men's trousers, barefoot like the woman. 　　Vilcori noticed the woman's noticeably protruding belly, disproportionate to her thin frame. The thought of possibly being pregnant with those rapists' children sent chills down Vilcori's spine; a tremendous fear gripped her heart. She knew she hadn't taken any birth control pills before being shot down. 　　Alexander led the two women to the second-floor toilet and opened the door. Immediately, a stench filled the air ; large amounts of feces and vomit had overflowed from the toilet bowl, filling the entire floor. 　　Alexander pointed to a pile of rags and an iron bucket in the corner of the toilet, then pulled up a chair and sat outside. He held a bottle of liquor in his left hand and a newly sharpened knife slung over his right wrist , glaring at the two female prisoners.

Needless to say, Vilcori knew what her job entailed. Seeing the filthy, disgusting environment of the toilet, she
was utterly shocked and enraged. The other woman, without hesitation, picked up a rag and a metal bucket and calmly
began . Vilcori, too, sadly picked up a rag and knelt on the excrement-splattered floor to clean.

Alexander watched the two women, the Croat lawyer and the arrogant American whore, Zimki,
as they cleaned the toilet. He wholeheartedly supported Akan's policy: this proud Croat lawyer was
only fit to clean Serb toilets. These women, thinking they were modern-educated, could
boss ; it was this lawyer who had landed Alexander in jail. But Alexander believed the lawyer had
learned her lesson; she was now practically the most exemplary whore here!

Alexander couldn't help but laugh when he thought about how he had taught that bitch a lesson. They had taught her
how to clean toilets and wait for men to fuck her, and had gotten her pregnant. He would be delighted to see this American whore
become like this, and to see her pregnant with a Serbian child.

Vilcori knelt on the floor stained with feces and vomit, mimicking another woman's movements as
she cleaned. The disgusting filth and pungent stench nearly made her faint. Capture, then gang rape and torture—
these had utterly destroyed Vilcori's pride and self-respect. Vilcori could no longer believe she was
a female pilot; she felt nothing more than a pathetic and shameful woman, the very
kind of woman she had once despised!

Vilcori began to hate herself. Tears streamed down her face as she silently cleaned the filthy
floor . Suddenly, a faint whisper reached her ears.

"An American?"

Vilcori was terrified, too afraid to answer.

Another low whisper followed: "You're the... female pilot that Akan captured?"

Vilcori tried to remain calm, carefully turning her head to see the woman smiling at her. She nodded
slightly , afraid of attracting the guard's attention.

“You look terrified. They hate us, they’ll find a way to destroy you!”

“Damn it!” Vilcori cursed under her breath. “How can I stop them? They’ve already
raped me!”

“They’ve raped all the women here! They hate everyone, especially women; because they’re
smarter, richer, and better than them, and that hurts their vanity. But you can’t
fight , at least not openly. You have to do what they want, suppress your own thoughts,
and live under their fists and penises. That’s how you survive, or you’ll go crazy.”

Vilcori listened to the woman’s words and didn’t know how to answer. She wanted to tell the woman how angry and helpless she had felt when
those bastards raped her. She wanted to tell her how much she
wanted to fight back against those bastards, to repay them for the humiliation and pain she had suffered.

Vilcori even wanted to laugh out loud; she thought the woman must be crazy. They stripped her naked
and cruelly violated her, how could she still hide her thoughts?

Just as Vilcori was about to tell the woman that her idea was foolish, the guards interrupted them.
Alexander shouted, ordering them to continue working. He stood in front of the two women to see their
condition and make sure they weren't fooling him.

The two women had no choice but to continue this humiliating labor, cleaning the stinking toilet
floor bit by bit with their hands.

When Alexander saw that Vilcori and the lawyer had finished cleaning the toilet, he pushed the two women
in front of the sink. Alexander ordered the two women to kneel before him, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his
penis . Alexander still had the knife hanging in his right hand, and with his left hand holding his erect penis,
he held it to Vilcori's mouth, indicating that the female pilot should use her mouth to serve him.

Vilcori reluctantly opened her mouth and swallowed the penis. A foul smell rushed into
Vilcori 's nose, and she suppressed the nausea, using her soft tongue to suck on the underside of the penis little by little
.

The proud female pilot was forced to serve this lewd man with her mouth. As Vilcori lowered her head and
laboriously sucked on his thick penis, she made an embarrassing "slurping" sound. She could feel her saliva
dripping from the corners of her mouth; this humiliation filled her with despair.

Alexander didn't last long in the beautiful pilot's mouth. He grabbed Vilcori's disheveled
blonde hair, pressed her head tightly against his thighs, and then ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her mouth.
Vilcori felt her mouth immediately fill with that hot, fishy liquid; she had no choice but to
swallow it.

Satisfied, Alexander withdrew his penis and
began !

The yellow, foul-smelling urine splattered violently onto Vilcori's face, causing her waves of burning pain; this
utter humiliation almost made her faint.

Alexander repeatedly urinated on the two
women kneel before him, soaked to the bone, and couldn't help but laugh.

Bosnian Nightmare (VIII)

While Verkoli was busy in the military toilet, Barbara wasn't idle either. Akan had already
added Barbara's name to the list of women "serving" his soldiers, meaning Barbara
would have to "serve" at least six soldiers before noon.

Those soldiers who were off duty that day came here in the morning, entering the hall in order to choose their
women . They had thirty minutes, and the selection was very simple: each room had a sign with
the name of the woman in that room; if the door was open, it meant the woman was available for "use"; if the door
was closed, it meant the woman was being "used" by another soldier.

Most of the women in the rooms were not bound, but this American female pilot clearly received special
treatment; Barbara was tightly bound to the bed by Alexander.

Barbara was completely naked, her arms bound behind her back, tightly secured from wrists to elbows,
pressed painfully beneath her body. A rope, like a noose, was fastened around Barbara's neck, binding her...
Her head was fixed to the headboard. Barbara's two long, shapely legs were forcibly spread apart,
shaped pulled to her sides by ropes tied to her knees and ankles. The ropes were taut and secured to the headboard, so that
Barbara's knees almost touched her full breasts.

The young female pilot was helplessly bound to the bed, facing the door. Anyone who
entered could immediately see between her cruelly spread and bound legs, her alluring vulva, and her two
fleshy openings. Barbara faced the door, trembling slightly with panic and despair, making her two full and beautiful
breasts stand out even more, especially her nipples, which were unusually swollen from abuse. Tears
streamed down her face and onto her brutally bound and pulled thighs.

From nine o'clock in the morning, Barbara's room was constantly occupied; soldiers even began
to line up outside. Those waiting outside would sometimes knock on the door, urging
their comrades inside to hurry up, or simply open the door to applaud and cheer on their comrades who were vigorously raping the
female pilot .

Each man who entered pulled down his pants at almost the same speed and then cruelly
mounted beginning their savage rape. Some even vigorously kneaded her full, firm
breasts, pinching her already swollen nipples.

Barbara tried to close her eyes, to think of other things, like Vilcori. But the
ear-piercing laughter and shouts of the men on top of her, and the pain that seemed to penetrate her body, made it impossible for Barbara to escape this
shameful and desperate reality. Only when a man defiled Barbara's body with his filthy semen could she
feel the physical pain slightly lessened, but at the same time, the mental humiliation grew stronger and stronger.

Barbara could only lie there motionless, enduring the brutal gang rape. She moaned weakly as the men
panted , and silently wept as they climbed 　　off her. She couldn't remember how many men had raped her ; she
only felt as if her entire body was soaked in sweat and semen, 　　even the sheets beneath her were drenched
. But the soldiers outside kept coming in. ===

... He tightly bound Vilcori's wrists together , then pushed her arms upwards with force, almost to shoulder height. He then wrapped the other end of the rope around Vilcori's neck twice and tightened it, tying a knot. 　　After binding her, Alexander began to admire his masterpiece: the robust female pilot stood naked in the filthy toilet, her arms bound behind her back, struggling to raise them so the rope around her neck suffocate her. Vilcori had completely lost any ability to resist. 　　Laughing lewdly, Alexander began to grope Vilcori's full, firm body. Vilcori painfully raised her bound arms, her body trembling under Alexander's wanton caresses. She knew she couldn't escape being raped by this man again. 　　But this time, Vilcori was wrong. Alexander didn't rape her; instead, he took the naked female pilot, her neck and arms bound behind her back with rope, downstairs. He opened a door to a room and pushed Vercoli inside. 　　A woman lay on the bed, her hands covering her face, seemingly terrified. Vercoli was shocked to see that the woman was naked! Conspicuous bruises marred her mature, voluptuous body, appearing on her large breasts and delicate thighs! 　　Hearing the door open, the woman slowly removed her hands from her face, coldly watching Alexander and the female prisoner he was leading enter . Vercoli saw a face with distinctly Slavic features: a numb, empty expression, slightly thick, sensual lips, prominent cheekbones, and disheveled black hair , exuding sexual allure. 　　Alexander kicked the bed violently, shouting in Slavic. 　　The woman looked at Alexander with indifferent eyes, slowly spreading her legs wide, fully exposing her genitals. Her pubic hair was thick, indicating she was a Croat woman, not a Muslim. Her vulva had turned a dark brown from excessive sexual intercourse, and the area around her vagina and pubic hair was stained with the filth left by the rape. 　　Vilcori seemed to realize something; looking at the woman's ravaged lower body, she felt utterly disgusted and uncomfortable. 　　Alexander smiled at Vilcori, pointed to the woman's lower body, and said to her in broken English, "Go to work!" 　　Vilcori slowly climbed onto the bed and knelt between the woman's legs. As she hesitated and lowered her head, bringing her face close to the woman's thighs, the rope around her neck suddenly tightened, almost suffocating her. Vilcori quickly struggled to raise her hands, which were bound behind her back, to loosen the noose around her neck. 　　Now Vilcori was almost lying on top of the woman's thighs; she could clearly see and smell the foul odor emanating from the woman's filthy lower body, ravaged countless times. The thought of having to lick the woman's genitals clean with his mouth and tongue sent a wave of nausea and dizziness through Vilcori. 　　Just as Vilcori hesitated, Alexander suddenly shoved her raised arms from behind, forcing her face tightly against the woman's thick pubic hair, shouting and cursing. Alexander grabbed Vilcori's hair, pressing her face against the woman's genitals, which were covered in sticky semen, and rubbed it back and . 　　Seeing Vilcori struggle and cry out in pain, Alexander released her, and Vilcori quickly began to clean the woman's genitals with her mouth and tongue. Alexander held the female pilot's arms, which were bound behind her back, with one hand , manipulating her movements; his other hand slid down Vilcori's plump, fleshy buttocks, touching...

He reached her anus, which had become slightly loose after countless sodomies, and then inserted a finger!

Vilcori felt a sharp pain and immediately groaned softly. But she found that if her tongue moved
even slightly slower, Alexander's finger inside her anus would begin to dig and rub harder, so she quickly
licked the woman's genitals even more vigorously.

Slowly, Vilcori felt her arms, which had been raised high, gradually become numb and sore. She could
n't hold on any longer, and her arms gradually slid down her back. The rope around her neck tightened immediately, making her feel
suffocated. When Alexander saw that Vilcori's face was completely buried between the woman's legs
, breathing heavily, and her naked body trembling uncontrollably, he quickly pushed Vilcori's arms up, so that
the female pilot could at least breathe.

Meanwhile, Alexander thrust his fingers deeper into Vilcori's anus, pumping them in and out more forcefully
. As the female pilot sucked and licked the genitals of another woman, now soaked with her saliva
, he was simultaneously raping and playing with her from behind.

Vilcori was now utterly desperate and resigned. The waves of pain and soreness in her anus
made extremely uncomfortable. 　　She was simultaneously tasting another woman's genitals, covered in semen and vaginal secretions, while her
anus was being violated and played with. This humiliation and pain nearly drove Vilcori to the brink of collapse. ===

... 　　The newcomer focused his attention on the young woman's mouth. Without a shred of mercy, he straddled Barbara's swollen, abused chest, grabbing the female pilot's hair and beginning to rape her. 　　Barbara was now a horrific sight: her full, naked body was covered in sweat—both her own and that of the men who had raped her; her vagina was loosely open , slowly leaking a mixture of fluids; large patches of semen smeared Barbara's thighs, abdomen, chest, and face, even wetting her black hair; her delicate breasts were red and swollen , her small nipples stretched and swollen; her eyes were wide open, her head being pulled back and forth, a thick penis thrusting in and out of her mouth, plunging deep into her throat. 　　The Serb guard's fingers were still brazenly probing and twisting inside Vercoli's anus, while Vercoli, lying on the bed amidst the woman's thick pubic hair, was forced to meticulously lick the woman's filthy genitals clean . Vercoli tried to hold her breath, because the smell of the woman's genitals, a mixture of semen and various secretions, was utterly repulsive. 　　Suddenly, Vercoli felt the woman grab her hair with both hands, pressing her face tightly against her vulva, constantly twisting her buttocks and rubbing her vulva against her face! 　　This woman was beginning to enjoy Vercoli's "service." For the first time since Akan had dragged her from her village , she was experiencing painless sex. For a year, she had been treated as a mere tool for sexual gratification, gradually becoming accustomed to being raped and abused by men. But now, she felt she could finally enjoy something comfortable. 　　She grabbed Vercoli's hair, pressing her between her legs, while tightly clamping Vercoli . Vercoli's nose pressed against the woman's clitoris, her mouth directly against her now- warming vulva. 　　Vercoli understood the woman's intention; she had no choice but to suckle incessantly inside her. Vercoli gradually felt short of breath and had to increase the frequency of her sucking. Vercoli began to feel a little afraid; if she couldn't bring the woman to orgasm quickly, she would suffocate from the constant flow of her vaginal fluids. She even worried that the woman would lose control of her bladder during orgasm. 　　Forced to swallow the copious amounts of vaginal fluids flowing into her mouth while vigorously sucking her vulva, Vercoli finally brought the miserable woman to orgasm. 　　Seeing that Vercoli had successfully completed her "work," Alexander led the female pilot out of the room and into another. 　　The woman in this room had clearly just been raped, as the soldier was still standing there, pulling up his trousers. 　　Unlike the previous woman, this one's hands were tightly bound to the dirty, narrow bed, as she was a new prisoner, captured just a week prior. 　　This woman was young, about twenty years old. She had short black hair, and her naked body was slender but well-developed. This girl reminded Vercoli of her companion, Barbara. Barbara's 　　thighs and arms were covered in bruises. Her genitals showed obvious signs of repair, indicating she was a Muslim woman. 　　Before Vercoli could react, Alexander forcefully pushed her down onto the girl's lower body, shouting at her. 　　Vercoli felt incredibly angry and humiliated, but she could only obey Alexander's orders. She began burying her face between the girl's legs, licking . Unlike the previous woman, this Muslim girl showed no reaction whatsoever as Vercoli cleaned her genitals with her mouth and tongue, not even moving an inch. This made Vercoli feel even more ashamed, as she felt like a rapist herself . 　　After Vercoli finished her work there, Alexander took her to another room to continue cleaning the filthy genitals of the next captured prostitute. Thus, Vercoli spent the entire morning incessantly licking the sticky, foul-smelling genitals of the captured women, feeling as if she were being driven mad by this humiliation and anger.

Alexander remained behind the female pilot, gripping her
arms . He held her wrists like a stick, shoving her roughly and forcing her
to lick between the legs of the military prostitutes as she pleased. He enjoyed hearing the shameful, wet "squeaking" sounds she made as she cleaned the genitals of those
poor women.

Finally, Alexander led the nearly exhausted pilot into the innermost room.
The first thing Virkoli saw upon entering was Akan—the most vicious and evil
man ! Virkoli was immediately filled with fear. She didn't even have time to glance at the
woman bound like a frog awaiting dissection on the bed before instinctively lowering her head.

When Akan grabbed the woman's wet, disheveled hair and lifted her face,
Virkoli realized that the woman, her face almost entirely covered in sticky semen, was her comrade Barbara!

Vilcori was almost stunned by Barbara's current state, especially her legs, which were practically bound and pulled
overhead. Barbara's strong, shapely legs were covered in wounds, and her thighs were almost
completely smeared with semen. Her alluring vagina was swollen and loose from being penetrated, becoming a
gaping hole constantly leaking semen. Barbara's bare breasts were also covered with bite marks and marks from vigorous rubbing, and
her entire body was covered with the marks left by her rapist.

Vilcori was too horrified to speak; she had never seen such a filthy, miserable woman.
In her eyes, Barbara, who had clearly suffered inhuman torture and gang rape, looked even worse than the lowest
, most promiscuous prostitutes!

Barbara, now staring wide-eyed at Vilcori standing opposite her, felt utterly ashamed to be seen in her
current state.

Vilcori looked at Barbara and suddenly realized that she herself looked no better. She was also
naked , covered in sweat and filth, her
face smeared with the dirty semen from the women's genitals, and she reeked of a mixture of urine and sweat. A wave of sorrow washed over her;
she felt like a cheap prostitute!

"She's a real whore now, isn't she?!" Akan grabbed Barbara's hair, forcing
Virkoli to see her tear- and semen-stained face more clearly. “Let my men fuck her a few more times, and she
’ll be carrying a healthy Serbian offspring!”

“You stinking slut! I’ll make you lick those
filthy bitches who serve my warriors clean! I’ll also make you serve my warriors directly until you’re pregnant too!
How about that? My great American Navy slut?!”

Vilcori couldn’t answer. The thought of cleaning those miserable women’s
filthy feel disgusted, and the thought of possibly becoming pregnant with these brutal rapists’ children filled her
with immense fear. She no longer knew how to stop this madman’s cruel torture. She would rather
lick those women’s genitals clean as he ordered than become pregnant from being gang-raped.

Vilcori could only nod blankly, her face burning with immense humiliation and helplessness.

“Alright, my toilet prostitute!” Akan pointed to Barbara, who was tied to the bed. “Go clean
this filthy bitch! Start with her face, and the bed too!”

Vercoli knelt between Barbara’s legs, which were spread apart and bound, and slowly bent down. She
closed her eyes and began licking her colleague’s face, which was covered in semen.
After licking away the thick, foul-smelling slime, Vercoli felt Barbara’s warm, smooth skin.

Vercoli continued licking Barbara’s face, swallowing the sticky substance
; the disgusting taste almost made her vomit. She kept her eyes closed, not looking at Barbara’s expression,
because she felt the situation was embarrassing for both of them. Vercoli tried to forget her predicament,
but the foul smell filling her nostrils and the constant nausea reminded the female pilot of the immense humiliation she faced
.

When Vercoli’s tongue touched Barbara’s lips, she suddenly felt Barbara open her mouth and kiss her with her
soft tongue! Vercoli opened her eyes and saw the dark-haired girl moaning softly,
kissing her. She was surprised and embarrassed.

Vercoli was now almost on top of Barbara, her two large breasts hanging heavily on
her chest , rubbing against Barbara's two full mounds of flesh. The two women, sweaty and sensitive
, rubbed against each other, giving both of them a strange sense of pleasure.

Vercoli licked Barbara's face clean and slowly bent down to lick the young female pilot's full and
beautiful breasts. Barbara's beautiful chest had been ravaged beyond recognition, with dried semen
smeared on it, her nipples red and swollen, and her delicate breasts covered with wounds. Vercoli licked gently, and slowly
, she noticed that Barbara's nipples had clearly hardened under her licking!

After several hours of nightmarish gang rape, Barbara was now gradually relaxing.
Vercoli 's tongue moved over her body, making the young female pilot tremble uncontrollably.
A strange sensation rose within her, and she tried to lift her upper body as high as possible, pushing her breasts into Vercoli
's mouth.

Akan took a bottle of wine from Alexander and drank it, watching the proud female pilot kneel before her colleague
, licking away the sticky semen smeared on her colleague's body. Naked, Vercoli knelt on the bed,
her bound arms raised high behind her back, her large breasts swaying in front of her chest, and her wide, plump
buttocks swaying incessantly in front of Akan.

Akan began to realize that he was now filled with desire for this American woman again.

Bosnian Nightmare (Nine)

Akan asked Alexander to help carry the bed with Barbara bound to it to the center of the room. Then he ordered
Vercoli to turn around, her face pressed between Barbara's legs, her knees on either side of Barbara's head, so that
the female pilot's plump buttocks were right against the edge of the bed. Akan walked up behind Vilkoli, unzipped
his pants and pulled out his already erect penis.

As Vilcori buried her face between Barbara's legs, sucking on the white dregs,
Akan had already parted the female pilot's two plump mounds with his hands, aiming at the small fleshy hole behind her anus.
Without any resistance, he smoothly inserted his large penis. Akan remembered
how difficult it was to penetrate this female pilot's anus for the first time in that barn, but now Vilcori's warm and tight fleshy hole
was very accustomed to his insertion.

Akan grabbed Vilcori's bound hands with one hand, pushing her so that her head was pressed tightly against
Barbara 's lower body, while his other hand reached in front of the female pilot and grasped one of her large breasts
, kneading it vigorously. He pinched Vilcori's nipple with his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it incessantly until the little thing became
a swollen little ball of flesh. At the same time, Akan thrust his waist forcefully, quickly thrusting into the female pilot's anus
.

Vercoli was lying on Barbara's thighs, her lips about to touch her colleague's
vagina, which was saturated with semen, when Akan's large penis, already inside her anus, thrust heavily in, forcing Vercoli's face
close to Barbara's wet vulva.

Akan could clearly feel the woman's pain; Vercoli's body was convulsing, her buttock
muscles contracting sharply, making the walls of her anus grip his penis even tighter.

Beneath Akan, Vercoli was struggling to lie on Barbara's lower body, using her mouth and tongue to collect
the sticky filth, while Barbara seemed to be becoming aroused, her body trembling slightly. The pain
from her nipples and the violent thrusting from behind constantly reminded Vercoli of her shameful and pathetic
fate.

As Akan gradually increased the force of his thrusts, Vercoli began to struggle and cry
out . Her face was pressed tightly against Barbara's vulva, making even sucking difficult. Almost
mechanically, Vercoli thrust her tongue into Barbara's wet, hot vagina, licking the thick, fishy fluid inside. Her
attention was now focused more on the burning, throbbing pain surging through her anus like a tidal wave
. Vercoli felt utterly humiliated, having to lick the enemy's semen while enduring
the cruel violation of her anus.

Barbara, constantly being sucked and licked by Vercoli's tongue, began to moan and writhe on
the bed . Lying on the wet, sticky sheets, Barbara began to twist her
hips, occasionally lifting them to chase Vercoli's tongue with her vagina. Barbara
rubbed her genitals against Vercoli's face, trying to find satisfaction in Vercoli's tongue.

Above Barbara's face, Akan's thick penis was forcing open Vercoli's anus,
thrusting in and out of her plump, white buttocks. Akan pressed hard on Vercoli's broad buttocks, bringing her vulva almost to
Barbara's face. Barbara opened her eyes, slightly raised her head, and
gently sucked around Vercoli's sensitive clitoris with her tongue.

Vercoli began to panic, noticing that her companion's vulva and surrounding area
were visibly swollen and engorged. She heard Barbara moaning in a dazed voice.

"Oh... Vercoli, harder... please!..."

Barbara felt herself losing her mind, rubbing her own hot vulva against
Vercoli , desperately craving her to suckle her tongue. Barbara tried to clamp
Vercoli's head between her legs, bringing her mouth closer to her vulva, but the ropes binding her legs prevented her.
Barbara could only passively wait for Vercoli to slowly and painfully bring her to a screaming, agonizing climax.

“Ah!…Quick, don’t stop!! Vilcori, Vilcori…Ah, no…Oh, oh…
Ah!!!”

Above Barbara’s head, Akan was
forcefully . He felt extremely happy; he felt he had completely reduced this proud female pilot
to a prostitute he could rape at will!

Akan saw his bodyguard Alexander standing in the corner and ordered Alexander to pick up a belt and whip the American bitch hard while he
raped Vilcori!

Alexander immediately picked up the wide belt and lashed it hard across the female pilot’s naked, smooth
back ! Vilcori felt the belt strike her back heavily, and with a dull thud
, a burning pain shot through her, and she immediately screamed.

Akan watched Alexander brutally whip the captured woman, thrusting even harder,
all the shouting.

“Squeeze your filthy ass tight! You’ve tasted the whip, haven’t you?! Go bite this little bitch in front of you, bite
her cunt! You whore!!”

Akan’s humiliating words and the whip tormented Vilcori, who hesitated, unsure what to do.
Vilcori dared not refuse; she knew Akan had a way to subdue her, and she was beginning to feel that she
truly like Barbara, a whore!

Akan grabbed the rope around Vilcori’s neck, pulled her head back, and whispered in her ear, “
Do as I say, you slut! Go!!”

Akan released the rope, and Vilcori’s face immediately fell onto Barbara’s vulva. She began to
bite her colleague’s vulva with her teeth! Fear of Akan prevented Vilcori from thinking about
what . With the heavy lashes of the belt against her back and the powerful thrusts of Akan’s penis into her anus,
Vilcori began to bite Barbara’s swollen labia! The constant flow of vaginal fluid from Barbara's vagina soaked
Vercoli's face, almost suffocating her. But Vercoli ignored all this, enduring
Akan's rape while biting at Barbara's elegantly shaped vulva with her teeth.

Barbara awoke from her orgasmic stupor, the intense pain in her genitals accompanied by an unprecedented
pleasure that she couldn't bear! Instinctively, Barbara began to suck hard on Vercoli's
vulva above her head, licking her clitoris even more vigorously.

Akan thrust even harder into Vercoli's anus, the female pilot's hot, fleshy hole giving him
unparalleled pleasure; the comfort of being tightly enveloped by her full, strong buttocks almost made Akan unable to hold back.

“Harder! You disgusting whore!! Bite her harder! Harder, make this bitch
scream ! Otherwise, I’ll have Alexander cut off your nipples and feed them to you!!”

Akan yelled and threatened Vilcori as he tortured her with his thick penis.

Vilcori bit Barbara harder, finally breaking Barbara’s delicate vulva, drawing
blood ! The blood mixed with vaginal fluid and residual semen flowed into Vilcori’s mouth, tasting bitter.
She felt like a dog fighting a rat with Barbara.

Barbara, caught off guard, felt a sharp pain. She screamed and instinctively bit
Vilcori !

Alexander, who was wielding a belt and torturing Vilcori, was
stunned ! During the war, he had once made two prisoners beat each other until one of them was knocked unconscious. But
he had never seen two women entangled together, tearing at each other's genitals! He watched his leader
rape the strong female pilot, forgetting to continue whipping Vercoli's
back .

Akan, drenched in sweat, gripped Vercoli's large buttocks, vigorously raping the female pilot, while the two captured
women, panting heavily, entangled, screaming and biting each other, their mouths smeared with each other's blood.
Everyone looked insane!

The physical pain and immense mental pressure drove Vercoli mad;
all the humiliation she had suffered since her capture and the resentment she had suppressed suddenly erupted. Her mouth was moist with Barbara's slightly alkaline
blood, and the pain from her lower body gave her an indescribable feeling.

But Vercoli finally managed to control her madness; she began to sob softly,
gently sucking on Barbara's bleeding vulva, licking it with her tongue.

Pain and pleasure intertwined, and Barbara felt herself on the verge of another orgasm. Suddenly, she began to writhe
wildly , desperately sucking on Vercoli's equally injured vulva above her face. With
a sharp moan from Barbara, a thick stream of vaginal fluid washed away the blood from the wound and sprayed into Vercoli's
mouth!

For the first time, Vercoli tasted another woman's orgasm, and simultaneously felt her own
body undergoing an uncontrollable transformation; her vulva was already incredibly wet under Barbara's persistent caresses.

Barbara moaned with pleasure as she continued to gently suck on Vercoli's already overflowing
vulva. Vercoli's continuously flowing vaginal fluids streamed down Barbara's face, and Barbara could clearly feel that
her friend had reached her limit. Barbara relentlessly sucked and teased Vercoli's swollen
clitoris, gently biting it with her teeth, finally bringing her friend to orgasm as well!

For the first time, the two women forgot the humiliation they were enduring, immersed in each other's caresses.
Vercoli 's body trembled violently, collapsing limply onto Barbara. Her large buttocks
swayed from side to side with Barbara's sucking. Although Akan was still brutally violating her anus, this couldn't stop
Vercoli from reaching her first orgasm under the caresses of a woman.

Akan tried his best to hold back, but the intense lovemaking between the two women made him unable to bear it any longer. Akan's body
swayed, and he finally ejaculated into Vercoli's plump buttocks. He slowly withdrew from Vercoli's anus,
which was already somewhat red and swollen from the penetration, watching the thick white fluid slowly flow from the small fleshy hole
, flowing onto Barbara's face, which was softly sobbing.

Vercoli no longer sucked on Barbara's vagina so hard; she just gently
licked around Barbara's vagina, consuming the fluid that kept flowing out.

Barbara did the same, gently caressing her friend's swollen, engorged vulva,
collecting the copious fluid gushing from Vercoli's vagina with her tongue, swallowing every drop, even though it was mixed with Akan's semen
.

The two female pilots, bound by ropes, caressed each other like true lesbians, gently comforting
each other's bodies. Akan, watching the two women's frenzied performance,
ordered Alexander after a while:

"Enough! Alexander, take that tall slut to her room and separate them! I think
they've had enough rest. Let this little bitch serve five or six soldiers today, then let her
rest . Tomorrow, have the tall one 　　clean those sluts' cunts first, then use her to satisfy my soldiers. The short　　one has no mission tomorrow .
Feed them well; they need energy to work!"

=== ... He had already derived considerable pleasure from the two women: the video of Barbara being gang-raped by a Bosnian volunteer had damaged relations between the US and the Bosnian Bosnian Bosniaks, and the film about Vercoli and General Milosevic had earned him the tanks he desired. 　　Now, Akan was even considering whether, from his own perspective, he could use the two American women one more time before killing them. He still had the video of Vercoli being gang-raped in the barn, and based on his past experience on the black market, Akan was certain he could make another fortune from it. 　　With that thought, Akan retrieved the videotape and put it into the machine. The screen showed Vercoli, stripped naked and hanging in the barn, being brutally raped from behind by the men , the female pilot screaming and crying out. 　　Akan watched the video, lost in thought. When Vercoli was raped by the seventh man on the screen , Akan suddenly smiled. 　　He had an idea! === ...

“I’m a little confused. Mr. Ambassador, could you tell me again how you got this videotape
?”

“Yes, Mr. President. As you know, I have
good personal relationships with some ministers in the Italian government. Sometimes I attend their private gatherings, which, of course, are just for
exchanging information about our government… You know, some members of the government often have
scandals in private. I’m referring to the Italian government. At one of these gatherings, I saw this film, and
I immediately recognized the woman as one of the two female pilots we shot down in Bosnia and Herzegovina—Lieutenant
Vercoli . I immediately told the minister that I believed he was not involved, but I wanted
to make a copy of the film myself. He trusted me and contacted the person who gave him the tape. Simply
put, I got the tape from a guy I was sure was a member of the Mafia.”

“The Mafia? How did they get involved in this?”

“Yes, I’ve heard it from the shadows: these mafia members
have close by a man named Akan. The mafia deals with them in arms and medicine,
smuggles loot from the war, and even trades women
captured . That’s why I’m telling you. I believe the CIA must have intelligence on them.”

“Ah, very good. Mr. Ambassador, you’ve made a significant contribution to the country! Don’t tell
anyone else ; we don’t want to cause unnecessary trouble. Keep this tape; I want to study it. I 　　wo n’t forget
what you’ve done. This ambassadorial position will remain yours as long as you wish; don’t worry about Congress !” 　　“Thank you, Mr. President. You know I’m a trustworthy person.” === ... 　　“Yes, I’ll get started immediately and then notify the Pentagon. If all goes well, the Delta Force stationed in Hungary will begin the rescue operation within 24 hours!” 　　“Good luck. But I don’t intend to notify the Pentagon to start the operation immediately. Go tell them about that Akan thing, but don’t be too certain. Then have them get the information from the CIA and wait for my instructions.” 　　“Why, Mr. President?” 　　“I think waiting a few days won’t make a difference; after all, they’ve been there for three weeks. Opportunities don’t come around often, so we have to make the most of it! I’ve learned that the independent prosecutor will release his indictment in three or four days. That way, I’ll have something to whack him on the head, and it’ll shut those guys in Congress 　　up ! Politics is sometimes like sex; timing is everything!” === ... Ever since he sold a videotape of Vilcori and Barbara to a Mafia member, an anonymous offered two million German marks for the two American women! 　　This offer and price were irresistible to Akan, even though he knew it would be safer to kill the two American women and dump them deep in the mine. His only worry now was that he knew nothing , but the middleman was reliable and had assured Akan he would keep his information secret. 　　"After all, if you don't even trust the Mafia, who can you trust in this world?" Akan 　　comforted himself. He secretly decided: since these two American prostitutes were leaving in two days, he should throw them a "farewell party"! === ... 　　Upon entering, Vilcori immediately felt a terrible premonition: Barbara, just like herself, stood naked on a frame, her arms outstretched, flanked by smiling devils—Akan and his cruel bodyguard—Alexander. 　　Vilcori was pushed down to kneel before Barbara. She looked up and saw the terrified look in her companion's eyes, feeling a chill run through her. 　　Even after three weeks of repeated gang rapes and various forms of humiliation, Akan still felt that this proud blonde pilot hadn't completely lost her self-respect. He was prepared to utterly humiliate Vilcori again, to completely break her spirit. He could sense a lingering defiance , which further solidified his resolve. Akan was aware of the intimacy between Vilcori and Barbara , and he decided to use this to completely subdue her. 　　Under Vilcori's terrified gaze, Akan skillfully tied Barbara's exposed nipples with fishing line. He tugged at the fishing line in his hand, torturing the young female pilot's delicate nipples , causing her to let out low screams. At the same time, Alexander held a sharp knife, gesturing around Barbara's swollen nipples. 　　As Alexander's knife circled Barbara's nipples, Akan seemed to casually speak to Vilcori . He told Vilcori about his plans for the evening and the role she was to play, reminding the female pilot that if she did anything to displease him, Barbara might pay the price. 　　After threatening the two women, Akan whispered in Vilcori's ear, "If you dare disobey me and embarrass me in front of my men, then her breasts will be in trouble! I'll have Alexander deal with her! He'll cut off your friend's beautiful nipples first, then her ears, maybe her nose, or other parts of her body! Once Alexander is done, your beautiful friend will be a monster! And all because you disobeyed me!!" 　　After Akan finished speaking, Alexander began threatening Barbara's swollen nipples with a sharp knife. Vilcori saw that Barbara had begun to sob with fear and tension.

In fact, Akan was just bluffing. He had already sold the two female pilots to others, so he
couldn't hurt Barbara. But the two American women didn't know they had been sold like commodities; they
only knew Akan was capable of anything.

Vilcori glanced at the trembling, crying Barbara, terrified, and frantically
shook , "No, don't hurt her! Whatever you say, I'll do!"

Seeing that Vilcori was completely intimidated and utterly subdued by his trick, Akan pointed to
a set of clothes that had been prepared and ordered her to put them on.

Once Vilcori was dressed, Akan began circling around her, admiring the female pilot's
half-naked , lewd attire. He made Vilcori walk to a large mirror, letting her see her
current shameless and despicable appearance, and then ordered her to apply heavy makeup with cheap, low-quality cosmetics until
Akan was satisfied with the female pilot's new look.

Throughout the entire process, Akan didn't even touch Vilcori. But he was already quite satisfied with having
thoroughly humiliated and defiled this American woman with words and spirit.

Bosnian Nightmare (10)

Akan smiled at the dozen or so people standing around him, the most loyal
officers in his "Tigers," his photographer, and of course, Alexander—his bodyguard. He was about to hold a farewell ceremony for his American "guest" in the hotel's
billiards room. Now, except for one billiard table
in the center of the hall, all the others had been moved, and a small bar had been set up in one corner of the hall.

Above the only billiard table hung a Serbian nationalist flag, and on the table lay the naked
American female pilot Barbara. Barbara's arms were tightly bound behind her back, pressed under her naked body.
She lay horizontally on the billiard table, her legs dangling over the outside of the long side of the table, her head resting on the other long side, her dark
hair cascading down the edge of the table. Barbara's buttocks rested on the edge of the pool table, obscenely exposing her genitals
. Her legs were bound wide apart by ropes, the other ends of which were tied to the table legs.

A man stood beside Barbara's head, casually tugging at her dark hair. Another man stood
between Barbara's bound legs, fondling and fondling the female pilot's exposed genitals.
The others waited casually in the room.

With a synchronized "ah!", the door opened, and Alexander, like a shepherd leading a flock of sheep,
led Vilcori in.

Alexander used a nylon thread to guide Vilcori, the other end of which was tied to the female pilot
's two exposed, dark red nipples. The thread dug deep into the base of Vilcori's nipples, causing them
to swell obscenely, turning a cruel dark red from engorgement.

This time, Vercori's hands weren't bound; instead, she carried a silver-gray tray with
a bottle of expensive Scotch whisky and a glass. Vercori was ordered to pour the whisky for Akan—a
simple yet deeply humiliating command. The captured female pilot had no choice but to follow Alexander, walking towards Akan under the lewd gazes of a
mob .

Vercori had to keep pace with Alexander, or the nylon straps would tear her nipples. Before
entering, Alexander had thoroughly ravaged the female pilot's body to ensure her obedience.
Forced to play the role of servant to the thugs who had raped her, Vercori felt immense shame and disgust;
her face was filled with pain as she walked with her head down under the greedy, lewd gazes of the surrounding mob. Barbara, bound to
the pool table, also stared at the ceiling, unwilling to see her colleague and best friend so humiliated and tortured by
the enemy .

Barbara's face was already flushed with shame at Vercori's predicament. Compared to Vercoli
, her naked appearance could even be considered elegant, as Vercoli's attire was almost
identical to that of the lowest prostitute on the street!

In fact, Akan had dressed Vercoli exactly like a Belgrade street prostitute. The fit
female pilot wore a pair of black stilettos called "Come Fuck Me," her
feet squeezed into them, making walking extremely painful. Vercoli's strong, slender legs were covered with black fishnet
stockings , without a skirt, and the stockings were cut open at the slits,
completely exposing her thick pubic hair and most of her full buttocks.

Vercoli wore a black sports jacket, without a bra, the narrow jacket open,
completely exposing the female pilot's unusually full breasts. Vercoli's face was heavily made up with cheap
cosmetics a thick layer of paint surrounded her large blue eyes, and a thick layer of bright
red lipstick covered her lips, even her cheekbones. Vercoli looked
worse than the lowest-class prostitute on the streets of Belgrade!

Following Akan's orders, Vercoli was led by Alexander
through . Akan watched with satisfaction as his men
brazenly groped and pinched the American female pilot's almost naked body, kneading her bare breasts, squeezing her full and elastic buttocks, and even inserting
their fingers into her vagina!

Vercoli did not try to resist; she only silently repeated in her heart, tears welling in her eyes, "I must
obey ! I cannot anger them!" She simply lowered her head, humiliatedly following Alexander through
the greedy hands of the mob, towards Akan.

Barbara watched in sorrow as Vircoli suffered this shameful humiliation. She could feel
the men's lust slowly rising as Vircoli was pulled closer to Akan by the nylon thread tied to her nipples.

Vircoli felt the men's bestial desires gradually engulfing her; similarly,
the stench and strong tobacco smell emanating from these filthy men filled the room, making her feel utterly disgusted.
Vircoli could only concentrate on the tray in her hands, silently enduring the filthy hands
ravaging her half-naked body, terrified of dropping what she held.

And so, in immense shame, Vircoli passed through countless men's hands, maliciously
led by Alexander towards Akan. Every painful step the female pilot took was recorded by the photographer—Dmitri.
Finally, the blonde woman made her way through the crowd to the flag, where Akan stood, whip in his left hand
.

Vilcori stood silently before him, her eyes filled with fear and submission, obediently pouring
him a glass of wine. Then, following Akan's command, she knelt at his feet, her head bowed,
too ashamed to look around.

Amid the cheers of the surrounding men, Akan looked triumphantly at the kneeling female pilot,
stroking her beautiful blonde hair like a true conqueror treating a prisoner. Then he commanded the
now utterly subjugated, proud female pilot: "Now that you're a real whore,
serve me like a real whore!"

Terrified, Vilcori glanced furtively at Barbara. When she saw Alexander standing beside Barbara with
a knife , the female pilot began to tremble uncontrollably. Suppressing her immense
humiliation, she almost immediately surrendered to Akan.

Vercoli shifted slightly from her kneeling position, one hand supporting Akan's leg, the other
beginning to unzip his pants. She carefully pulled out Akan's already erect penis, grasping
its base with both hands and gently stroking it. Then, Vercoli opened her lips and took the tip of the thick shaft into her mouth, licking it.
Her soft tongue sucked and swirled around Akan's sensitive glans.

Because she was tied face-up to the pool table, Barbara's view was blocked by Akan's body;
she couldn't see what was happening, but the shouts and laughter of the surrounding men made her aware of
what was going on. Vercoli was being defiled by Akan like a prostitute for her sake! The thought sent a shiver down Barbara 's spine
.

The blonde female pilot, kneeling on the ground, trembled as she sucked Akan's penis, a powerful sense of shame
almost driving her to the brink of collapse. Vercoli tried her best to please the man before her, ignoring
the shameful and degrading things she was doing; the thought of resistance didn't even cross her mind. Amidst
the mocking and contemptuous gazes of the men around her, Vercoli slowly began to feel herself, like her current attire, becoming more and more
like a real prostitute!

Now, Vercoli felt no humiliation was unbearable; she
obediently , shamelessly trying to please him. When that thick, hard thing
filled her mouth, Vercoli began to despair, feeling herself gradually degenerating into the kind of
shameless, degrading prostitute Akan desired.

In immense despair, Vercoli endured the torment of shame, her mouth sucking on Akan's penis making
an unpleasant "slurping" sound, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, wetting the female pilot's
two large breasts. The surroundings gradually quieted down, and the sound of the ashamed female pilot sucking
her opponent's penis while moaning softly could be heard. Vercoli had completely submitted.

Fortunately for Vercoli, Akan didn't last long under her skillful ministrations.
Akan, demonstrating how to enslave this strong and proud American female pilot, was as ecstatic as his cheering subordinates, reveling in
the satisfaction of bringing his female opponent to her knees. Everyone here had possessed the mature and beautiful body of this blonde female pilot, and
none of them had lasted long with Vercoli either.

Akan began to feel his climax rapidly approaching, and he began to thrust violently into Vercoli's mouth
. He grabbed the female pilot's hair, humiliating and torturing her with his swollen penis, then violently ejaculated into
Vercoli's thick, sticky lips and eyes! The viscous, hot semen immediately smeared Vercoli
's face.

Watching the grief-stricken and humiliated Vercoli slowly kneel at his feet, Akan continued his triumphant command: "
Now dance for us, Vercoli! Dance that... what's that thing in your MTVs, the dancing whore!"

Vercoli was almost stunned. A rock song quickly filled the room, bringing her back to the cruel
reality . Vercoli stood up numbly, looking at the brutal, greedy eyes of the men around her, and
the gleaming knife beside Barbara's nipple. Slowly, she began to sway to the rhythm. Vercoli tried to recall
the dances she had performed at army parties, and began to sway seductively in front of these rapists.

Vercoli's face, smeared with Akan's semen, burned.
Under the countless lewd and contemptuous gazes around her, she writhed her almost naked body, tears silently streaming down her face. She could feel
the semen on her face gradually drying and solidifying. She felt that in the hearts of these men—and perhaps Barbara as well—she had left
a deep mark of a shameless slut! She loathed this feeling, yet was powerless to escape it.

The female pilot continued dancing before the thugs. Vilcori's full, large breasts hung heavily on
her chest , her two delicate nipples, bound together with nylon thread, were tragically swollen and red. With each rhythmic sway
of her hips and waist, her two snow-white breasts swayed alluringly.

Under the flash of the photographer from Akan, Vilcori's constantly twisting body emitted a seductive
glow. The female pilot, rigorously trained in military affairs, had a full and muscular body, and her almost naked body gradually
began to be covered with glistening beads of sweat. The men around her looked at the almost
naked female pilot dancing lewdly with the same eyes one would use to look at a barmaid, their eyes filled with hunger and desire, their gaze fixed on Vilcori's
muscular body, her thickly painted lips, and her tormented, full breasts.

Akan's men gradually surrounded her, pushing Vercoli towards the pool table where Barbara was tied up, so that Barbara
could clearly see her idol dancing like a cheap stripper, her body exposed.

Akan's voice suddenly rang out in the noisy room: "Turn around, you bitch! Let us see your
big ass!!"

Vercoli looked at the greedy eyes around her, painfully turning to face
Barbara, who was bound to the pool table. She saw the pain and shame filling Barbara's eyes. Vercoli continued to
dance , her full, plump buttocks completely exposed beneath her tight coat. She could imagine that her current
lewd posture was practically inviting these beastly men to attack her.

Desperate, Vercoli tried to numb herself with the music, almost unconsciously twisting and swaying, her body dripping with tears.
Sweat, a mature and healthy body—they sent out the most natural, primal signals of sex to everyone. The
terrifying her terrified Vercoli. As they pressed closer, the dancing Vercoli frantically leaned against
the edge of the pool table, her almost naked lower body pressed against the equally naked
genitals ! Vercoli felt despair, realizing she was falling into Akan's trap.

Akan, standing on the other side of the table, was very satisfied. He saw
tears of humiliation streaming from the eyes of this arrogant American woman, and
tears . He found their tears incredibly arousing!

Vercoli continued dancing; the music made it impossible for her to stop this humiliating performance. Her strong, beautiful
body was exposed without any cover, and her shame was equally exposed to everyone. Vilcori was horrified by the changes in her body
. She realized what the heavy swaying of her large breasts and the back-and-forth motion of her large buttocks
meant, and sweat streamed down her chest, back, and thighs.

As Vilcori drew closer to Barbara, Akan's voice rang out again: "Show
us how you American Navy women make love to each other!"

"My brave naval aviator, show us how you American women can
satisfy yourselves without men! Lick this bitch, or I'll whip you to pieces! And then cut off her nipples
for you to eat!!"

Just as Vilcori hesitated, unwilling to display her intimate act with Barbara to
these men for their amusement, Akan immediately used the whip in his hand to make Vilcori realize his authority. Vilcori
watched in horror as Akan raised the whip and lashed it down hard. A conspicuous red welt immediately appeared on Barbara's bare, snow-white chest
, and the dark-haired girl let out a painful scream!

When Akan raised the whip again, Vilcori almost screamed, "No!! Please
don't !!"

At the same time, Vilcori immediately knelt down, burying her face in the strong scent of her companion's
thighs. Vilcori pressed her face against Barbara's vulva, almost desperately sucking, breathing in
the scent of Barbara's genitals, and licking her sensitive clitoris forcefully with her tongue. Vilcori held Barbara's legs
down , pressing her thumbs against the labia of the bound woman's vulva, allowing
her tongue to penetrate more easily, licking the warm, soft flesh inside. Barbara quickly began to writhe and sway her
hips , responding.

Akan and his men enjoyed the shameless performance of the Western slut they had conquered. Akan
lashed Vilcori's plump buttocks with the whip, encouraging her to perform even more vigorously.

Completely immersed in her intimacy with Barbara, Vilcori pushed her tongue as
deep as possible into Barbara's burning flesh, desperately sucking and soothing the suffering girl. She pressed Barbara's lower body down with both hands,
squeezing and kneading the dark-haired girl's erect clitoris with her thumbs. She continuously stirred her tongue inside Barbara's vagina,
sucking up the copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowing out, until the bound girl began to groan
loudly , desperately shaking and twisting her hips and body.

The robust female pilot brought her companion to wave after wave of orgasms, and the performance of the two women drove
everyone into a frenzy. When Barbara began to scream and writhe uncontrollably, the others suddenly rushed forward and
pulled Vilcori from between Barbara's legs!

Akan's men swiftly lifted the terrified female pilot and pressed her onto the pool
table. They laid Vilcori face down on the table, close to Barbara, with her legs spread and resting on the edge of the table.
Their faces were so close that Barbara could even smell the foul odor of semen smeared on Vercoli's face.

A man walked between Vercoli's parted legs and easily
thrust his penis into the warm, surrendering female pilot's vagina. Vercoli didn't struggle; she
relaxed her body, letting the enemy's penis penetrate her.

Vercoli turned her face towards Barbara, and the two women's faces pressed together as they kissed.
At the same time , another man stood between Barbara's legs and brutally thrust his penis into her vagina.
Barbara felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but groan.

While enduring the pain of being penetrated by the thick penis, Vercoli gently kissed
Barbara , and Barbara responded in kind, unconcerned about the strong
smell of various secretions mixed on Vercoli's face. The two female pilots' bodies were served like a buffet, at the mercy of Akan's men.

The first man didn't linger long on Vilcori's body, but a second immediately took over, occupying
the female pilot's already slippery, semen-soaked vagina. Barbara endured the rape a little longer, but the
man quickly ejaculated inside the young woman, and someone else took his place.

Vilcori, enduring the pain of being raped, suddenly felt a penis slamming against her face. She
looked up and saw the devilish Akan standing above her. Akan grabbed the female pilot's blonde hair, forcing her
to open her mouth and swallow his now-erect penis.

Vilcori, with one hand still on Barbara's chest and the other holding Akan's leg, began to obediently
suck the swollen tip of his penis. At the same time, at Akan's prompting, Barbara
turned and carefully licked the base of his thick penis. Akan watched with satisfaction as the two female pilots so
obediently served his phallus.

Vercoli, her large buttocks raised high, lay face down on the pool table, desperately sucking on
the tip . She felt the hot shaft gradually swell in her mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe. At the same time
, the guy standing behind her was also pressing down on the female pilot's buttocks, thrusting forcefully into her vagina
. The heavy impact made Vercoli's body extremely painful from being attacked from both ends.

Barbara stared in disbelief as Akan raped Vercoli in her mouth, his thick member savagely
entering and exiting Vercoli's drooling mouth, rubbing against her thickly painted, cheap lipstick-covered, already somewhat swollen
lips. Vercoli's mouth, blocked by Akan's penis, opened desperately, emitting muffled whimpers as she
tried to breathe, her face flushed red.

Vilcori had now completely given up all resistance and hope, her mature and healthy body utterly
surrendered to the enemy's pleasure. She whimpered pitifully, writhing her plump buttocks in rhythm with the rapist behind her,
enduring the thrusting of two large penises from both ends, hoping only to survive Akan and his men's brutal gang rape and torture.

Barbara watched sadly as her companion completely abandoned her dignity and pride; the captured female pilot
had truly degenerated into a pathetic prostitute, succumbing to violence! At the same time, she felt her sweat-soaked
body being torn apart by the enemy's penises, as ejaculation continued inside her, and new
thugs took their place to continue the assault.

Just when Barbara felt she was about to be overwhelmed by the repeated abuse, Akan pulled his
large penis from Vilcori's mouth and then shoved it into her half-open mouth! Barbara immediately felt
her mouth being roughly filled, a burning sensation piercing her throat. Akan forcefully thrust his
penis into Barbara's small mouth, making the poor girl seem to suffocate, her eyes
gradually losing their light.

After ravaging Barbara's mouth for a while, Akan pulled out and inserted it into Vilcori's mouth. He was very
pleased with himself, taking turns enjoying the mouths of the two female pilots, feeling the pleasure rapidly rising. Not long after,
after a series of rapid thrusts, Akan ejaculated onto the faces of the two female pilots, the thick semen immediately
covering Barbara and Vilcori's faces and flowing into their hair.

Akan left the two women's semen-smeared faces, and two of his subordinates immediately took his
place, inserting their penises into Vilcori and Barbara's swollen mouths. At this time, the opponent who was ravaging
Vilcori from behind had turned his attention to her anus, because this American woman's
vagina had been thoroughly ravaged, not only filled with sticky semen, but also
so loose that it could not close. The female pilot's anus readily accepted the thick penis without resistance.
She was now too numb to offer any further futile resistance, simply allowing her enemy to simultaneously violate her
anus and mouth.

Barbara felt her body filled with her opponent's semen; her vagina was loosely
open, copious amounts of semen flowing out, down her thighs and the edge of the pool table to the ground
. Barbara's body was practically lying in a swamp of semen and sweat, the muddy mixture making
a mess of her buttocks and the pool table beneath her back. The disgusting slime smeared her mouth, cheeks, and
genitals , even seeping into her hair, making it sticky and clinging to her face.

Barbara kept watching Vilcori beside her. The usually strong and proud Vilcori was now just as
disheveled as Barbara, her mature, voluptuous body covered in filth, her mouth agape as her opponent's penis
thrust in and out, her plump buttocks raised as she was violated by another man. The numbness and submission in Vilcori's eyes
deeply hurt Barbara. She couldn't accept that even Vilcori had become a shameless
whore! She offered no resistance to the brutal gang rape, even submitting so readily!

Akan stood nearby, watching with satisfaction as his men assaulted the two female pilots whose wills had completely crumbled.
He relished seeing the sticky semen smeared on the faces of these two arrogant women, their legs spread wide as
they mouths and vaginas filled with semen, flowing into their
stomachs and uteruses! He felt that the seeds of the Serbs had been sown in these two women's bodies!

Akan was satisfied, even somewhat surprised, as he watched Vilcori's strong, mature, and sexy body obediently lie
on the pool table, letting his men rape and manipulate her, sucking and moaning with a man's penis in her mouth, without the slightest
resistance or struggle! He was certain that this arrogant blonde woman had been completely broken; her self-respect
and pride had vanished.

The Bosnian Nightmare (XI) The

frenzied "feast" had been going on for several hours and was finally drawing to a close.
Vilcoli, her body aching from the abuse, was dragged off the pool table by two men, her face pressed against Barbara
's ravaged and filthy genitals. Without any prompting, Vilcoli had already begun cleaning Barbara's genitals with her mouth,
while simultaneously another man was raping the female pilot's anus with her plump buttocks.

After a while, Akan ordered his men to bring Vilcoli to stand before him, circling the
female pilot who had suffered the most brutal abuse. Vilcoli was now almost completely naked; her
black short jacket had been stripped off, and her black fishnet stockings were torn and clung to her
strong, slender legs. Her plump, white buttocks were covered in finger marks, and her two vaginal openings remained loosely
open, constantly leaking white semen, making her thighs filthy. Vilcori's naked,
full upper body was drenched in sweat, her large breasts scarred and her nipples swollen and
red from being bound by nylon thread. The female pilot's beautiful face was also smeared with semen, which dripped down her chin and neck, and
her blonde hair was stuck stickily to her forehead.

Akan stared fiercely at Vilcori, whose confident expression had been completely replaced
by fear ; her large eyes were filled with sorrow and cowardice. Akan pinched
one of the female pilot's bruised and swollen nipples with his fingers and squeezed hard! Vilcori immediately let out a scream and weakly
twisted her body to escape.

“Let everyone see your best tricks, Alexander! Just like last time when we dealt with that
Croatian !”

Then, Akan said to the agonizingly suffering Vercoli, “Everyone here has had their turn, now it’s brave Alexander’s
turn , you filthy bitch! But you won’t taste his big cock, you’ll taste
something special, you’ll see it soon enough!!”

Akan ordered two of his men to grab Vercoli’s arms, supporting the weak
pilot . Vercoli could only shake her head, begging them to stop torturing her. Akan, from
behind, used his strong arms to choke her neck, while Alexander slowly knelt
between the pilot’s legs, which were forced apart.

Alexander’s eyes were fixed on Vercoli’s ravaged, swollen, and everted vulva, the two reddish-brown labia…
His thick, fleshy lips were smeared with white filth. He first inserted a finger into the female pilot's wet, hot vagina, immediately
feeling it was an ocean of sticky fluid. He easily inserted three fingers side by side into the blonde woman's
inelastic vagina. Alexander paused for a moment, then inserted his entire palm, and then
slowly and forcefully thrust his fist deep into the female pilot's vagina!

"Ah!!!" Vilcori screamed hoarsely. She felt Alexander's fist
writhing into her body like a giant snake. Although her vagina
had it still could not withstand the ravages of Alexander's fist.

Vilcori raised her head, staring at the ceiling, her body trembling uncontrollably. She felt immense terror and
despair ; the blow and cruel abuse left her completely limp. Suddenly, Vilcori's eyes
were blinded by the cameraman's flash. She immediately realized that the humiliation and abuse she had suffered would be permanently
recorded . The thought of her family and colleagues seeing her in this humiliating and painful state
ignited the female pilot's screams and resistance.

"No, please...no! Please!! Haven't you tortured me enough?!"

Her pitiful cries and the lewd sheen of her naked body further fueled Akan's desire.
The two men grabbed Vilcori's arms, holding her up so Akan could spread her plump
buttocks and aim his large penis at her loosened anus.

Because Alexander's fist was inside Vilcori's vagina, her anus had tightened again
. Akan, holding his penis, exerted considerable force and finally penetrated the female pilot again.

Vilcori was already seeing stars from this horrific torture. With her last ounce of strength, she struggled against
Alexander 's fists and Akan's penis, her full body writhing weakly, her large breasts
swaying violently in front of her chest.

Alexander could feel the delicate walls of the woman's vagina contracting tightly,
gripping his fist. At the same time, he could feel his fist almost
colliding with Akan's penis, which was penetrating her anus. This strange sensation filled Alexander with immense satisfaction, and he
thrust even more cruelly into Vilcori's vagina.

Alexander could feel the unimaginable pain this American female pilot was enduring, but he felt
immense pride; he could torment this seemingly strong and proud blonde woman at will. Meanwhile,
Vilcori, trapped in boundless pain and despair, stood bent over, feeling Akan's penis rapidly thrusting in and out of
her anus, while Alexander's fist seemed to fill her entire body. This
horrific abuse robbed her of her last shred of courage to resist.

While Alexander ravaged Vilcori with his fist, he used his other hand to pull on the nylon string attached to
the female pilot nipples, tugging at the two swollen, bruised nipples. Akan then wrapped his hands around
Vercoli's body, grabbing her two large breasts. While raping the female pilot's anus,
he cruelly kneaded the two plump, soft mounds of flesh.

Vercoli felt like she was dying; her lower body burned with pain, and her abused breasts
stabbed with needles. She had neither the courage nor the strength to resist, and she could no longer endure this inhuman
torture . Finally, she broke down in tears. Vercoli began to fantasize that this was just a nightmare, and that she would have been better off
not escaping the missile-struck plane!

Vercoli's feet, clad in those stiletto "Come Fuck Me" high heels, could no longer support her body. Her strong legs
began to sway, and the female pilot, feeling she had reached her limit, finally cried out in pleading
.

"Oh, no!... Please, let me go... Oh, no!!"

The female pilot's cries only excited the two men further. Alexander pulled harder on the nylon thread, while
Akan brutally kneaded the woman's full, soft breasts into various shapes and thrust into her even more forcefully.

After a while, Akan finally couldn't hold back any longer. He trembled violently and
ejaculated into the beautiful female pilot's body for the third time in an hour. He cursed Vilcori, pulled out his
penis, and watched his semen slowly flow from the female pilot's anus, running down her snow-white thighs.

Under the gaze of the others, Alexander pumped his fists even more forcefully and quickly, then suddenly pulled out of
Vilcori 's body. The two men who were holding Vilcori's arms also released their grip, watching Vilcori's
naked body slowly slide down. The cruelly violated female pilot gradually lost consciousness and collapsed to
the ground.

Meanwhile

, hundreds of kilometers away in Hungary, the Delta Force commander was finalizing the operation
plan .

Their orders were to attack the hotel where Akan was stationed and rescue the two captured female pilots.
The operation was scheduled to begin at 7:00 AM Washington time on Friday, less than two days from now. However, he believed there was enough time; for Delta Force, 28
hours was enough to do anything, including
eliminating any resistance in the hotel. 　　The next morning, Akan watched as the two naked, bound female pilots were led into a sturdy iron cage, and the truck carrying the cage quickly drove away from his hotel. 　　Akan knew he had finally lost those two American female pilots forever. He suddenly felt a pang of regret, especially towards Vilcori. No woman had ever given him three orgasms in an hour. And nothing had ever brought . 　　Akan comforted himself, telling himself that as long as the war continued, he would always get new women, and generally speaking , those two American women were safer without him. Besides , he still had the videotapes of the photographer torturing and gang-raping those two female pilots.

Akan was killed in the Delta Force attack the following morning, but the
incident had a lasting impact on the Balkans.

Akan's bodyguard, Alexander,
survived , but news of Akan's death in the American rescue operation quickly reached him. He
then returned to the now-empty camp, retrieved the hidden
videotapes of the two American female pilots, and, as Akan had instructed, delivered them to the German
media outlet . Having completed this final task, Alexander vanished from Bosnia and Herzegovina.

These videotapes, of course, included the one of General Milosedic raping Vilkoli, and a new
war broke out in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Enraged, the American army attacked almost all Serb fortresses, relentlessly
bombing them and relentlessly pursuing the hidden "war criminal," General Milosedic. But the general remained
the leader of the Bosnian Serbs, and soon all the previously divided Serbs united like never before in the face of a powerful enemy.

The encounters of Vilcori and Barbara sparked new conflicts. Although
nothing related to the two female pilots was found in the hotel on the morning of the rescue operation, given Akan's usual practices,
it was conceivable that their bodies, like those of other victims, had been dumped deep in some mine. Although

officially recorded as missing, Vilcori and Barbara were presumed dead. Women would soon be forgotten by their governments, but not by the people. 　　Soon, a large number of videotapes smuggled from the German media outlet flooded the black market, and like all forbidden things, these images found their place on the internet. These tapes spread rapidly throughout the world via the internet, including, of course, the US Navy. 　　Most in the US Navy considered them extremely obscene, but many—who already believed women were beneath their class—enjoyed them. This led to some terrible scandals. 　　The first scandal was a "teenage prank" at a military academy. 　　A reclusive female cadet at a military academy woke up one morning to find a black-and-white printout on her bedside table. The picture showed Barbara being raped by Akan. The high-resolution image clearly showed Akan raping the young woman's anus, and even the pained expression on Barbara's face was visible. Below the picture was the caption: "This is what happens to you! Bitch!!" 　　A massive investigation ensued at the academy, but ultimately yielded no results, and the girl subsequently dropped out. 　　The second scandal occurred at a special training camp in the naval aviation force. This camp provided special training for male and female cadets—how to survive, escape, and resist in the brutality of war. 　　According to regulations, male and female cadets were separately taught how to deal with rape and being raped. For the male cadets, they were to learn to accept the fact that female prisoners of war were being raped, as the enemy might rape female prisoners in front of them to extract confessions. 　　However, it was impossible for the male cadets to actually demonstrate the rape of a woman, so the instructors resorted to videotape training. They chose the video of female pilot Vilcori being gang-raped in a barn, repeatedly playing it in front of the trainees with added audio. However, this was later exposed by two female trainees, who were court-martialed. 　　Subsequently, the media revealed incidents of "sexual abuse" against female trainees at the camp: they were forced to undress and expose their bodies for a period of time under the watchful eyes of guards. Although the guards in the reported incidents were also women, many speculated that male guards were involved. There were even rumors the training there had degenerated into a sadistic game involving men and women. Ultimately, the Pentagon had to intervene and halt this particular training program. 　　The third, and most notorious, scandal occurred in the same flight , and involved only men. 　　Initially, the presence and popularity of the two female pilots led some to feel discriminated against and insulted. After Vercori and Barbara were captured, a . Members wore the same t-shirts Vercori often wore, printed with photos of her being humiliated by Akan at a "farewell dinner": Vercori was wearing black fishnet stockings , black high heels, her men's jacket open, and nylon threads tied to her nipples. The caption read : "Who do you want...bitch?" 　　Simultaneously, an article by a former colleague of Vercori appeared in a magazine, describing the female pilot's former life in the Air Force—her promiscuous lifestyle, akin to a nightclub dancer, and how she slept with different married men . The accompanying photo showed Vercori wearing a tight black leather skirt, black stockings, and a tight leather jacket, holding a large black vibrator and smiling at the camera. 　　These events quickly drew strong protests and attacks from feminist organizations. 　　However, Vercori and Barbara no longer needed to worry about these things. 　　Sultan Bonios gazed out from his magnificent palace gardens, taking in the breathtaking scenery of the South China Sea. The wealthy Sultan possessed countless expensive toys: luxury cars, thoroughbreds, exotic plants, palaces, and yachts, but none could compare to the toy now at his feet. 　　He casually fed a piece of fruit to the naked, dark-haired woman kneeling at his feet. She wore a collar around her neck, the chain of which was attached to the leg of her chair, and her handcuffed hands rested neatly on her knees. Without hesitation, the woman ate the fruit from the Sultan's hand and obediently licked the juice from his fingers. 　　Satisfied, the Sultan stroked the slave girl's short, dark hair and slowly lowered her head to his crotch. The woman immediately buried her head inside the Sultan's loose robe, found his limp penis, and began to suckle it. 　　The Sultan, satisfied with the female slave's service, casually glanced around. His gaze...

The target was quickly found: a robust, voluptuous blonde woman knelt naked on the hard ground not far away
, her smooth, supple skin reflecting a glossy sheen under the tropical sun.
You couldn't tell she was blonde from her appearance, as her entire head was covered by a black leather veil
, revealing nothing.

Kneeling upright, the woman's legs were slightly parted, exposing her meticulously manicured genitals; even
the tender pink walls of her vulva were visible. She could neither see nor hear, nor even speak
—a thick, black vibrator was inserted into her mouth, and the blonde slave
was struggling to breathe beneath her leather helmet. But the Sultan liked her this way.

Seeing this slave's current state, no one would guess that she, and the dark-haired woman serving the Sultan orally
, were once US Air Force pilots. They were American
female pilots , officially declared missing—though many speculated they were dead.

Through long-term training, the blonde woman could now kneel like this for extended periods, her hands cuffed
behind her back. Two very full breasts hung heavily on the female slave's bare chest, tiny gold rings
pierced , linked together by a thin chain. Small bells on the chain jingled
intermittently with the woman's heavy breathing.

Sultan began to feel a change in his body, and he turned his gaze back to the dark-haired
woman . Her head was buried between Sultan's thighs, diligently sucking on his increasingly hard penis, making
wet, sucking sounds. After "diligent" training, the female slave's oral skills now satisfied
Sultan.

Now Sultan began to consider what tricks he would play with these two female slaves today. Since spending three million
dollars to buy these two women, Sultan had been deeply fascinated by them; they were far
superior to the Malay or Filipino women who had borne him children.

The slightly older blonde woman was even taller and stronger than Sultan; conquering and dominating
such American women gave Sultan even more satisfaction. The black-haired woman was the Sultan's pet; she was so
docile and obedient that she had even learned to actively request the Sultan to whip her. The blonde woman was equally
obedient, but the Sultan still enjoyed punishing her frequently—cruelly whipping her or forcing her to kneel under the scorching sun.
The Sultan enjoyed seeing her suffer and derived pleasure from it.

The Sultan untied the chain from the chair leg and gestured for the black-haired woman to lead her companion to
the stone bench behind him. The black-haired woman stood up, glistening with saliva, and slowly walked towards her
companion . She gently pulled on the leather strap around the blonde woman's neck, remaining silent, knowing her helmeted
companion couldn't hear her.

The blonde slave girl gracefully stood up, and then the black-haired woman, pulling on the chain at her chest, slowly
led her to the stone bench, pushed her down to sit, and automatically spread the blonde woman's long,
slender legs, binding them with ropes to the bench legs, completely exposing the slave girl's lower body.

Then the black-haired woman turned to look at the Sultan, her eyes filled with pleading. The Sultan smiled and nodded.
The woman immediately knelt between the blonde woman's legs and began to carefully suck and lick her lower body, inserting
her tongue into the blonde slave's vagina and anus, rotating and sucking the fluids that began to flow from the slave.

Seeing the robust blonde woman begin to react to her companion's teasing, her naked, mature
body convulsing, her plump buttocks twisting on the stone chair, and glistening vaginal fluid flowing from her lower body,
the Sultan picked up a large candle from a nearby shelf and walked over.

The Sultan lit the candle and dripped a drop of wax onto the blonde slave's full breasts, who was immersed in pleasure
. Because her face was covered by a veil, the slave was completely unaware of what was happening. As a drop of scalding
wax landed on her snow-white, plump breasts, her huge mounds immediately trembled violently, the pain mixed with
pleasure causing the slave's body to shudder violently.

The Sultan dripped wax onto the woman's two full breasts, causing
bright red marks to bloom on her snow-white skin. Coupled with the dark-haired woman's gentle teasing, the female slave's voluptuous, mature body writhed incessantly.
The Sultan put down the candle and removed the large vibrator from the blonde woman's mouth. Immediately, the woman
emitted seductive moans and whimpers.

The Sultan took a huge, black, double-headed vibrator from a nearby shelf, dismissed the dark-haired slave,
and inserted one end into the blonde woman's already soaked vagina. After a while, the Sultan removed the vibrator, now
slick with the woman's secretions, and placed that end back into the blonde woman's moaning and sobbing
mouth.

Without the Sultan's command, the dark-haired woman automatically bent down and took
the other , sucking it carefully and diligently as if it were a real penis. She simultaneously spread her
legs, and the Sultan inserted his fingers into the rounded little hole between her plump buttocks, stretching open the clenched
sphincter muscles, and began to probe and rotate inside the female slave's anus.

The dark-haired woman, following the Sultan's ministrations, twisted and swayed her plump, snow-white buttocks,
gently rubbing her breasts against the blonde woman's full breasts. The blonde woman could only lie motionless against the chair
, the vibrator in her mouth, her companion's saliva slowly dripping into her mouth along the black rubber rod.

After a while, the dark-haired woman simply climbed onto the stone chair, spread her legs, and
slowly inserted the other end of the vibrator, which her companion had been holding in her mouth, into her already soaked vagina. It was as if she were riding on the blonde
slave 's face, using the double-headed vibrator to penetrate her own vagina while simultaneously raping her companion's mouth.
Soon, the woman began to breathe heavily and moan lasciviously, writhing her body and moving her full hips
up and down . A black vibrator was moving in and out of the two women's legs and mouth.

The Sultan, watching the two female slaves' shameless performance, slowly removed his robe. He stood
between the blonde woman's wide-open legs, bent over, and aimed his swollen penis at the slave's overflowing, wet
vagina, slowly inserting it.

The Sultan felt the woman's hot, tight vagina immediately grip his penis tightly; he felt...
Feeling incredibly comfortable, he immediately pressed down on the blonde woman's full thighs and began thrusting forcefully. Simultaneously, under the double assault of the vibrator clamped between the black-haired
woman's legs and the Sultan's penis, the blonde slave girl was instantly plunged into
an incurable ecstasy. Her voluptuous body writhed violently, her legs, bound to the stone chair legs,
almost spasming with excitement.

The Sultan felt this wasn't enough; he took the candle and
dripped the hot wax onto the blonde woman's full breasts and the black-haired woman's snow-white buttocks.

The wax on the two slave girls' bodies intensified their reactions. The blonde woman's large
breasts bounced incessantly, and her large buttocks swayed violently. The black-haired woman emitted loud moans
, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The Sultan felt the blonde woman's warm, moist vagina contract violently, and finally, he felt a surge of
heat spray into the mature and beautiful slave girl's body. At the same time, the black-haired female slave, straddling the blonde woman's
face with her legs spread wide, began to shake violently. With a shrill scream, a stream of fluid spurted from the edge of the vibrator
inserted into the black-haired woman's vagina!

(The End)

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