Desert Madness

Desert Frenzy (Part 1)
On the second day of the air battle, Air Force Major Diana Baker felt terrible. She was sitting in an Iraqi military truck, her hands tied behind her back, her head covered by a hood.
Her mouth was dry, the violent jolts from ejecting from her F-16 left her aching all over, and she was terrified. Especially knowing she was done for—the first female fighter pilot had been shot down on her very first combat mission. All
Diana could think about now was how her plan to become a star in the military had turned out this way. She had spent ten years working towards that goal.
Diana had desperately sought to get into the Air Force. In her first year at military academy, she found it difficult to master and operate those complex systems. But she quickly realized that the Air Force was her chance to realize her ambitions and aspirations, and she didn't hesitate. Diana was extremely accommodating to her superiors. Considering the pressures she faced as a woman, her success was remarkable. She protested against the intimidation and sexual harassment she received, earning her the nickname "The Nutcracker."
Diana wasn't annoyed by the nickname; on the contrary, she was quite proud of it, so much so that she adopted "Nutcracker" as her code name in radio communications.
A year earlier, when the Air Force opened up combat personnel to women, Diana was already a near-genius C-141 transport captain.
Now, at 32, Diana Baker was a rapidly rising major and a media darling. Unfortunately, the media's demand for her to be a "superstar" prevented her from having enough time to learn how to evade SAM missile attacks.
Along the way, Diana thought things might get better. Aside from a few soldiers touching her a few times, the enemy hadn't mistreated her.
Diana was nearly six feet tall, with a well-proportioned, athletic body and a 36-inch bust, a figure she was always proud of.
She felt the truck continue driving on the hard road, and about an hour later, from the increasing noise around her, Diana deduced that she had entered a city. She guessed it must be Baghdad.
Finally, she felt the truck stop, and she was shoved into a building. Amidst the incomprehensible Arabic conversations around her, she descended the stairs and passed through numerous doors that jingled ominously behind her.
Entering the final room, the guards untied Diana's hands. Through the bottom of the hood covering her head, Diana sensed that besides the guards who had escorted her, there were other men in the room.
Diana had felt immense pride in her mastery of survival and escape skills honed in the Air Force.
Sitting in a chair, watching Diana, was Captain Wahid Yajid, a promising interrogator serving in Saddam's special security agency. He had been personally chosen by the leader to deal with the first captured American pilot and turn him into a propaganda tool.
Yajid knew perfectly well that obtaining intelligence through interrogation was secondary; the primary objective was to psychologically break the captured pilots, turning them into tools to manipulate American public opinion and sow discord among the American people. Although the fact that the first prisoner was a female pilot surprised Yajid, it did not affect his objective or his determination to complete the mission.
A sadist, Yajid had previously planned to have his men sodomize the male American pilots. But now that the other person was a woman, Yajid began to anticipate participating in the rape of this female pilot. Rape was Yajid's primary method, used to break down the psychological defenses of his opponents, whether men or women.
Yajid had tortured and interrogated Iraqi and Kurdish women before, but Diana was the first Western woman he would deal with. The discovery of such a woman under his control excited him immensely.
"Strip her naked!" Yajid commanded, leaning back in his chair.
The guard released Diana's hands, untied her flight suit, and carefully removed it, placing it aside. Then, he roughly tore off her undershirt, bra, and panties. Diana was left only in her boots, completely naked, her head still covered by a hood.
Diana did not try to resist; instead, she tried to concentrate and calm her breathing. These were skills she had learned during her survival training. The purpose of stripping her naked was to undermine her confidence, as her survival instructors had told Diana, but knowing this did little to alleviate her fear in her current situation.
Yajid scrutinized the woman's naked body. He noticed Diana's full breasts, the nipples, almost the size of his little finger, fascinating him. Breasts and nipples were highly sensitive areas for a woman, and Yajid enjoyed taking advantage of such a woman.
Her well-proportioned and muscular body was rare among Arabs, which only fueled his interest. She provoked him, leading him to decide to torment her thoroughly before her endurance reached its limit, to inflict as much pain as possible.
The only thing that repulsed Yajid was Diana's neatly combed pubic hair. Unlike this slut, respectable Arab women trimmed their pubic hair.
Although Yajid knew that leaving this woman standing naked for longer, exposed to men she couldn't see, would only increase her shame, he couldn't resist the urge to see her face. Ajid was also somewhat worried about seeing an ugly, witch-like woman, so he ordered the guards to remove the hood from Diana's head.
He was pleased to see a beautiful, mature face with brown hair.
Diana tried to remain composed as the guards removed the hood, and it took her eyes a moment to adjust to the bright light. Then she saw two men in front of her.
One was seated, a neatly dressed man about her age, wearing a well-tailored uniform and rank insignia she didn't recognize. Behind this man stood a younger, but gloomy-looking, ragged fellow.
Diana ignored the younger man, focusing instead on the seated officer. She sensed the guards behind her but didn't pay them any attention.
Ajid spoke concisely, and the man behind him translated.
“You are now under the control of the security services. You are not a prisoner of war, but a criminal who has committed crimes against Iraq, and will be treated accordingly. Your only hope is to cooperate with us for leniency.”
“I am U.S. Air Force Major Diana Baker, serial number 309-48-8221. I request to be treated as a prisoner of war. If you mistreat prisoners of war, your actions violate the Geneva Conventions and will be considered war crimes.”
It sounded somewhat exaggerated, but Diana was glad she hadn’t been interrupted. She had to make these guys understand that she wasn’t someone they could manipulate.
Yajid listened to Diana’s words and nodded to the guard standing beside her, who immediately struck Diana hard in the waist with a short wooden stick!
Diana immediately fell to the ground in pain, and at the same time, she heard the translator say that the captain didn’t like hearing statements that differed from his own.
Yajid ordered another guard to grab Diana by the hair and lift her to her feet.
Through a translator, he told Diana, “Your country foolishly sent women to the air force and into this war. You must pay the price for your country’s stupidity! Women will not receive preferential treatment, and the Geneva Conventions will not protect you either. Tell me your unit, base location, and mission!”
Diana glared angrily at the officer. “Diana Baker, U.S. Air Force Major, serial number 309-48-8221. I request to speak with your superior!”
She had barely finished speaking when Yajid nodded to the guard. Diana immediately felt the guard strike her from behind again, a sharp pain. This time she barely managed to stay upright, but her vision was already blurry. When she recovered, the Iraqi officer had left his seat and walked over to Diana.
Yajid reached out and grabbed Diana’s two large, full breasts, cradling them as if weighing their weight. Seeing Diana clench her fists, expressing helpless anger, Yajid sneered and ordered the translator to speak to Diana:
"The captain said you're a stupid woman, as if you don't know you're in war, thinking you're here for a tea party. He said once those guards have dealt with you, you won't be so uncooperative anymore. Those guards will be happy to rape you! They've never encountered a Western woman before, and they'll be even happier when they discover how strong Western women's sexual needs really are."
The translator continued, his worried expression revealing genuine fear.
"Remember, you're in his hands now, and you must do as he says. No one can help you. If you disobey his orders or don't answer all his questions, he will deal with you in very terrible ways. Please tell me, your unit, the location of your base, and your mission."
Diana hesitated. She hadn't expected to confront this Iraqi captain so directly. She had thought she would at most be imprisoned, like in her previous special training, but unfortunately, that training hadn't taken place in the real Middle East; the difference in reality was so vast. She felt as if she were sinking, and had to feign submission to buy time.
The question Yajid was asking wasn't actually that important, at least not worth being gang-raped for. So Diana began to answer: "My unit is the 250th Squadron, 417th Division, base in Dhahran. I was on a routine flight when I was hit."
Diana felt her face burning as she spoke; she was ashamed of her quick surrender. But she knew she was telling lies that were useless to him.
Yajid listened to Diana's answer while opening a black notebook and looking at it. Then he turned to Diana and smiled coldly.
Diana heard the translator translate Yajid's words.
“The captain said you’re a pathetic liar. We’re not stupid, we listen to CNN too. We’ve noticed your reporters’ reports on your losses. Our pilots also flew to Saudi Arabia many times during the war with Iran. Your base is in Al Mindhat, not Dhahran; the buildings in those two locations are completely different. And your air force doesn’t have a 250th Group or 417th Squadron at all! Now the captain will teach you a lesson, let you know the consequences of lying!”
Yajid went back and gave orders to the guards.
The guards grabbed Diana’s hands and dragged her to a wooden beam hanging from the ceiling. They first struck Diana’s lower abdomen, rendering her unable to resist, and then handcuffed her hands to the beam. Then they grabbed Diana’s strong legs and tied ropes to her calves, which were clad in military boots.
Yajid ordered the translator to help the guards lift Diana’s legs parallel to the ground, and then securely tied the other end of the rope to the wooden frame.
Thus, Diana was suspended in mid-air, her entire weight resting on her arms, which were handcuffed to a wooden frame, while her legs were bound and bent behind her back in an "L" shape.
Just as Diana was angrily cursing the Iraqis, one of the guards suddenly grabbed a bottle of liquid and shoved it into her mouth, while another immediately pinched her nose. Diana nearly suffocated; the liquid flowed down her throat, causing her to cough and spray from the corners of her mouth.
The Iraqis laughed, and the translator also laughed, telling Diana, "This bottle contains a powerful laxative! The captain said this will prevent your body from being filled with feces!"
A guard grabbed a rubber gag and shoved it into Diana's mouth, then patted her ample buttocks and left. Only the Iraqi officer and the translator remained in the room.
Yajid walked up to the suspended Diana and reached out to knead the two delicate nipples on her full breasts. He stared at Diana's face as he pinched and twisted her nipples with his strong fingers. After a while, the two small, delicate nipples began to harden and stand erect.
Diana initially felt pain, but it quickly subsided as her nipples hardened. However, the shame of being played with by this man made her feel even more intense.
Yajid looked admiringly at the two beautiful nipples, then pulled out two small alligator pliers from his pocket, their edges revealing terrifyingly sharp serrations. He gently pulled on Diana's already hardened nipples and carefully clamped the pliers onto them!
As soon as the sharp serrations gripped her nipples, two drops of blood immediately fell. Diana's mouth, gagged with a ball gag, emitted a muffled, piercing scream! The pain was unbearable; she even thought her nipples had been severed!
Yajid, watching the tortured female pilot, took out a roll of thin duct tape and tore off a section about six inches long. Without a word, he taped the tape to Diana's neatly combed pubic hair, carefully smoothing and securing it. Then, watching Diana's expression closely, he suddenly ripped the tape off!
Another sharp pain shot through her lower body. Diana forced her head away, knowing it was from the tape tearing at her pubic hair as it was pulled up.
Yajid looked at the ripped tape in his hand, noticing the plucked pubic hair stuck to it, and laughed.
The Iraqi officer began repeatedly taping the tape on and then peeling it off using different methods. Sometimes he peeled it slowly, sometimes he ripped it off suddenly. Only when Yajid saw that Diana's genitals were completely bare, with almost all the pubic hair torn off by the tape, did he finally peel off the last piece of tape, walk behind Diana, and firmly stick it to her anus to prevent any leakage.
Then Yajid and his translator left, leaving Diana alone in the room, suspended in immense pain and humiliation.
Diana knew they were going to rape her; they had forced a laxative down her throat, which meant they were going to sodomize her!
Diana had never allowed anyone to have anal sex with her before, and these thoughts terrified her. She could accept normal sex, but not in this sinful place!
Horrible images of herself being anally raped by Iraqis began to surface in her mind, intensified by the pain of her nipples being clamped by alligator clamps and her arms, handcuffed to wooden planks, bearing her full weight.
Diana had been hanging like this for over two hours. Because of her full weight, her wrists felt like they were about to be ripped off the handcuffs, and her arms burned with pain.
Blood dripped from Diana's nipples, clamped by alligator clamps, onto her full breasts, the pain unbearable. Slowly, however, the clamped nipples began to lose sensation, becoming numb.
But an even more terrifying sensation came from the large amount of laxative fluid poured into Diana's body; the indescribable pressure in her abdomen made her feel as if her body was about to explode. No matter how much Diana struggled, her anus was taped shut, preventing her from relieving herself. She could only continue to hang there, waiting in immense pain and humiliation.

Desert Madness (Part Two)
When Yajid returned to the room with a group of guards, Diana immediately panicked. At least ten naked men of various kinds had entered!
They surrounded Diana's naked, full, and muscular body. Diana desperately tried to make a sound from her gag-filled mouth; she wanted to tell Yajid that if he spared her, she would tell him everything she wanted to know. But no matter how hard Diana tried, she could only utter some muffled gurgling sounds.
The captain wasn't truly interested in Diana's confession; he wanted to completely break the woman.
Yajid ordered a guard to remove the alligator clamps from Diana's nipples. When the clamps were removed, Diana briefly lost consciousness. As blood and sensation returned to her nipples, a wave of intense pain washed over her.
While she was writhing in agony from her chest, a guard placed a bucket under her buttocks. Almost simultaneously with the duct tape being ripped from Diana's anus, a torrent of feces gushed forth!
Diana felt an unprecedented sense of relief; at that moment, she could no longer feel the burning pain in her nipples or the impending rape. The foul
stench of the feces didn't bother the surrounding men; they brought a small hose and began washing Diana's thighs and buttocks, which were now soiled by the excrement. Then they inserted the hose into her anus to clean away the remaining feces.
The icy water flowed into Diana's anus and rectum, then trickled down between her legs, causing her to shiver.
They pulled the hose out of Diana's anus, giving her no chance to close it, and the first man's penis was forcefully thrust inside!
Diana felt a sharp, throbbing pain shoot through her anus and rectum, quickly spreading to her abdomen, as if the man had shoved his fist into her body instead of a penis! Diana immediately began to struggle frantically, emitting muffled screams and desperately twisting her hips, trying to free herself from the penis inserted into her anus.
The guard behind her held her tightly with his strong arms, preventing her from struggling. His penis was already halfway inside Diana's anus; with a powerful thrust, he pushed the entire thick penis into the captured female pilot's anus!
The guard held Diana for a moment, savoring the warmth and tightness of her still-virgin anus, before brutally raping her.
He thrust forcefully into her buttocks while holding her naked body tightly; both were drenched in sweat.
Diana struggled desperately, her muscles tense, trying to escape the burning pain of the rape. Each heavy thrust sent waves of agony through her; she felt she was dying, that the guard's assault was tearing her body apart.
But she wasn't dead yet. The first guard ejaculated after only a few minutes inside Diana's aching anus. Now, Diana's anus and buttocks were covered in slippery semen, her anus slightly open and offering no resistance.
The first guard withdrew his penis, and another immediately took his place. The second guard thrust his penis deep into Diana's anus, all the way in! Then he began to brutally thrust into the female pilot's anus, giving Diana no chance to adapt to the new penis.
With each heavy thrust and pounding, Diana cried out in agony. Her sweaty face was now smeared with tears and snot as she struggled and twisted her body, trying to escape the cruel rapist's penis.
But Diana's struggles only excited the guards raping her, who thrust even harder and more cruelly.
Soon, a third guard replaced the second.
The pain from her anus gradually lessened; it could only helplessly open, allowing the enemy's penis to invade. Diana gradually felt her body go numb. Although her strong arms and legs were bound and bent, Diana still struggled, resisting each thrust of the rapist. But as new rapists appeared, Diana's struggles and resistance gradually weakened.
By the time the seventh man arrived, Diana was limply suspended in the air by ropes, subjected to the brutal rape of her anus by the enemy. Her sweat-drenched, naked body was extremely weak.
Diana's buttocks and thighs were covered with the semen ejaculated by the guards who had raped her, as if coated with a dried white shell. Her head drooped limply on her chest, swaying gently with the rough thrusts of the excited men behind her.
Following Yajid's orders, the guards raping Diana's anus also vigorously kneaded her beautiful, delicate nipples. The pain from her nipples caused Diana to weakly resist again, but her feeble struggles only excited the penises inside her, and she was powerless to escape her rape.
Captain Yajid sat less than a meter away from Diana, watching with great interest as the guards took turns raping this woman from the Western world through her anus.
“She looks even sexier and more alluring when they rape her,” he thought, admiring Diana’s well-proportioned and firm body. A sign of submission appeared in the eyes of this beautiful female pilot being gang-raped, and Yajid began to feel an unbearable swelling in his penis; he couldn’t resist joining in the gang rape of Diana. However, his pride prevented Yajid from sharing this woman with his men now; he had to wait.
Yajid looked with great interest into Diana’s eyes, filled with pain and sorrow. “The eyes always accurately express a woman’s inner thoughts,” he always believed.
He noticed that Diana’s handcuffed hands were clenched tightly into fists, blood flowing from where her nails dug deep into her hands. From the excessive kneading, Diana’s nipples were noticeably swollen and had turned a deep red. Judging from Diana’s weak sobs, this excessive abuse had caused her immense pain. But more importantly, it was clear from Diana’s face that this female pilot had been completely broken. In those few hours, she had learned a great deal, but Yajid was prepared to teach the woman even more.
Diana had almost lost consciousness; she could only feel the burning, throbbing pain in her anus, and the agony of her suspended arms and abused nipples. She could no longer think; only immense pain and humiliation tormented her.
When Diana was first raped by the man, she knew she couldn't tolerate such violence inflicted upon her. But like a wild animal caught in a trap, after a desperate struggle, Diana finally realized she had no hope of escape. She was now powerless to resist. Helplessly suspended, she could only endure the immense humiliation inflicted upon her body by her enemies.
After all ten guards had ejaculated into Diana's anus and left the naked woman, Yajid suddenly had the idea of having them gang rape Diana again. He wanted to see this proud woman subjected to further humiliation until she was completely transformed. Based on his previous experience, gang rape had already broken down the woman's physical defenses, making her more vulnerable. He deduced that further abuse would force Diana to completely submit to him.
He ordered the guards to leave Diana, and Yajid went behind the hanging female pilot to watch the outcome of the gang rape.
Diana's anus was still slightly open, the delicate flesh inside exposed and protruding. White semen slowly flowed from her anus, down her buttocks to her thighs, the dried semen stains extending from her full thighs to her knees. Diana let out a weak moan from her mouth, which was gagged, her head drooping limply on her chest. Her full breasts heaved violently, as if she had just finished a long journey. Her naked, athletic body was covered in sweat from herself and her guards.
Yajid knelt before Diana and began to carefully examine the captured female pilot's naked genitals. He ran one hand up her smooth, full thigh, touching Diana's vulva. Diana's pubic hair had been plucked, exposing her delicate skin, allowing Yajid a clear view of the elegantly shaped labia minora and the tender inner walls. He slowly inserted a finger into her vulva.
"Very good, still dry inside!" Yajid was extremely satisfied. He had initially worried that the brutal gang rape of Diana's anus by his men would arouse her sexual desire, but now he was pleased.
He ordered the guards to untie the ropes binding Diana's feet, raising her legs from behind to in front of her body, spreading them wide apart in a very lewd position. Then, they tied Diana's feet with a rope, secured the other end to the roof beam, and suspended her body in mid-air.
Diana was still semi-conscious, so Yajid ordered a guard to bring ammonia and hold it to her nose to fully awaken the female pilot.
As soon as Diana awoke and began to struggle, the first guard immediately moved between her forcibly spread legs, raised his still-filthy penis (from where he had just raped Diana's anus), and forcefully thrust it into the woman's defenseless vagina!
The dry walls of Diana's vagina rubbed against the guard's forcefully thrusting penis, causing him slight discomfort, but Diana felt waves of excruciating pain. Ignoring Diana's pain, the guard thrust his hips forward, knowing his penis was fully inserted into her vagina. Then he stopped, holding the position for a moment, carefully savoring the warmth and tightness of this proud female officer's vagina.
He saw Diana's eyes closed in pain, slumped to one side. Yajid lit a cigarette and slowly brought the burning butt close to the woman's left breast, almost burning her already swollen nipple!
Diana looked up in terror, her fearful and sorrowful gaze meeting Yajid's cruel eyes. Yajid made a gesture, and the guard immediately began his brutal rape.
The guard's movements were rough and forceful, causing Diana's unprepared vagina to throb with pain, as if it were being torn apart. The guard almost completely withdrew his penis, then thrust it back in forcefully! He subjected Diana to that agonizing torment again and again.
Each impact felt like a heavy blow to the neck; a wave of dizziness washed over her. She knew her still-dry vagina must be bleeding. But she was powerless to resist, left hanging there to be violated by her enemy.
The guard gripped Diana's firm, full hips for support, brutally raping her. Each time he pressed down hard, his face was only inches from the woman's, and he could clearly see the tears streaming down the cheeks of the raped female pilot. The tears of humiliation on this beautiful and proud woman's face stimulated the guard's lust for violence even more than the warm, tight flesh enveloping his penis!
The female pilot began to emit low moans through her gag, which drove the guard even more mad. Finally, he ejaculated his hot, sticky semen into the woman's dry vagina.
Immediately, another guard replaced him and began to rape the female prisoner with equal cruelty.
The savage rapist grinned at the woman, his face disgusting Diana. But as soon as Diana closed her eyes, the cigarette butt in Yajid's hand immediately moved towards her nipple. Despite the terrible abuse, the pain was unbearable for Diana.
Yajid held Diana by the head, forcing her to watch as one savage and ugly man after another brutally raped her body, just as they had done to her anus, using her vagina as a container for their disgusting semen.
Although it wasn't as painful as being gang-raped from behind, being forced to watch these greedy men rape her was even more humiliating for Diana. She felt like a whore.
Diana struggled, but it was useless; it only spurred the men to rape her more violently. With each man's brutal rape, Diana's resistance weakened until her sweat-drenched body had no strength left, limply hanging in the air by ropes suspended from the ceiling.
Diana's anus was still weakly slightly open, with residual semen still flowing out. But now, her vagina was also covered in white semen, dripping continuously onto the floor.
After the last guard left Diana's body with satisfaction, Yajid ordered all the guards to leave, leaving only himself and the translator with the woman.
He stood between Diana's legs, his gaze fixed on her lower body, smeared with men's semen. The white stains spoke of the terrible humiliation this woman had suffered.
Yajid squatted down, watching with interest Diana's still slightly parted vulva. He extended two fingers, slowly spreading the labia to give him a better view of the inside. Diana's poor vulva, after being used by so many men, now emitted a foul, mixed odor.
Yajid inserted two fingers, gently rotating them as they rubbed against the vaginal walls, producing a strange sound that caused Diana a sharp pain. He then slowly inserted his other fingers and palm into the American woman's vagina, and then with a sudden, horrifying "crunch," his clenched fist horribly spread Diana's vagina, thrusting back and forth!
Slowly, Yajid moved his fist like a piston until almost half of his arm was inside Diana's body! He thrust in and out with such force, as if trying to tear the woman's body apart.
Diana's numb sensations were jolted awake by Yajid's brutal fist. She felt her vagina being stretched two or three times its normal size, and an unprecedented, immense pain tormented her—pain even more terrible than the gang rape inflicted by the guards!
Diana let out low moans, crying out in agony as Yajid's fist plunged deeper into her body. She knew that if this continued, he would kill her. When Yajid's fist began to plunge deeply into her vagina again, Diana struggled desperately, but the ropes and shackles binding her hands and feet rendered her struggles futile. She could only helplessly endure Yajid's continued brutal rape.
The translator stood by, watching this horrific scene. He could even see the captain's fist moving inside Diana's body through the surface of her flat stomach.
Yajid continued his brutality with one clenched fist, using the other to pull out his penis and masturbate on the abused Diana.
He used it like a punching bag, shoving the poor female pilot around with his fist, which was forcibly inserted into Diana's vagina. Suddenly, his movements became increasingly frenzied, the brutal punches nearly causing Diana to faint instantly. Yajid's hand, which was manipulating his penis, also moved rapidly, and a thick stream of semen spurted out, splashing onto Diana's abdomen and breasts.
When Yajid finally withdrew his arm from Diana's vagina, another wave of pain hit, but Diana no longer had the strength to react, only feeling an emptiness as Yajid's fist left her body.
Yajid sat back wearily in his chair, staring at Diana, who hung there motionless, seemingly dead. He had the translator untie the ropes binding Diana's legs and unlock her handcuffs, letting her lie down on the cold ground.
Yajid knew Diana had completely broken down and would surely tell him about her unit, base, and mission.
About twenty minutes later, Yajid felt himself recovering, and Diana seemed to be feeling better as well. Yajid ordered the translator to drag Diana from the ground and force her to kneel before him, pressing her shoulders down.
Diana's arms hung limply, as if she could no longer support her body.
Yajid began his interrogation again in a calm tone, and the translator spoke to Diana in a gentle voice: "What is your unit, base, and mission?"
Diana dared not hide anything more: "Fourth Battalion, 388th Squadron, Mindhat. My mission is to bomb those factories north of Baghdad suspected of producing chemical weapons."
The translator spoke with Yajid for a while, then turned to Diana and said, "Wouldn't it have been simpler if you had done this earlier? If you had cooperated with us, you wouldn't have had to suffer the pain of rape. But you must follow the captain's orders. The captain has one more thing for you to do, and then you can get some rest. The captain said you must satisfy him with your mouth!"
Diana did not resist anymore. Yajid stood up, unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and rubbed it against Diana's face.
Diana obediently opened her lips, letting Yajid put his penis into her mouth. Then she slowly closed her mouth and began to suck on Yajid's penis. Diana carefully swallowed the entire penis, sucking on its base and swollen glans with her tongue, making sounds that were both painful and shameful to her. But she dared not stop, fearing to displease Yajid.
Seeing Diana kneeling before him like a lowly slave, her mouth filled with his penis, serving him with her soft tongue, Yajid felt immense excitement. He grabbed Diana's hair and twisted it forcefully, rubbing her face tightly between his legs.
Yajid thrust in and out as if he were inside Diana's vagina, his thick penis plunging into her mouth with each stroke, almost suffocating her. Finally, Yajid's body trembled violently, and a stream of hot, pungent semen shot into Diana's throat.
Diana felt a sharp pain, but she dared not hesitate, swallowing all the semen Yajid had ejaculated into her mouth. Hot, viscous semen flowed down Diana's esophagus into her stomach, bringing her even greater pain. But Diana was slightly relieved that this terrible humiliation was finally over, at least temporarily.
Yajid smiled as he pulled his penis out of Diana's mouth. Seeing that Diana's lips were still covered in his semen, Yajid put a finger to her lips and wiped off the white fluid.
He stared at his semen-covered finger for a moment, then inserted it into the mouth of the woman kneeling before him. Under Diana's terrified and sorrowful gaze, Yajid's finger slowly rotated in her mouth, smearing the remaining semen onto her soft tongue.
Yajid felt very satisfied. Tomorrow he could order this woman to work according to his plan; he would have her appeal through CNN to end this heinous bombing within three or four days.
Yajid smiled; he could even make it to his son's birthday party.

Desert Madness (Part Three)
Naked Diana. Major Baker was forced to kneel before Captain Yajid, listening to him angrily berate her broadcast propaganda failure in Arabic. After countless horrific and brutal humiliations, Diana had learned to spread her legs wide while kneeling, exposing her genitals, which had been gang-raped and brutally beaten for five consecutive nights.
Diana knelt upright, her hands raised above her head. Her two heavy, large breasts protruded conspicuously to her tormentor. Diana could feel Yajid's gaze fixed on her full chest, and she wished something could cover her body.
But for days, they had kept Diana naked, only allowing her to wear her flight suit when they needed to film movies they deemed useful. Diana knew that her current passive submission and shameful nudity would inflict immense humiliation and gradually break her will. Despite this awareness, her self-esteem was being slowly eroded.
The translator relayed the captain's words to Diana, while Yajid held a stun gun.
Diana stared in terror at the metal rod in Yajid's hand; she knew its power all too well, having experienced the horrific, burning pain in her breasts and genitals.
Standing before the kneeling female pilot, Yajid could clearly see the panic and fear in her eyes. He gently rubbed the metal rod against the delicate nipples of Diana's large breasts, and the little things slowly hardened!
Yajid saw tears welling up in Diana's eyes, and her healthy, beautiful body slowly became covered in glistening sweat. Each time the cold metal rod touched the woman's damp, taut skin, her body trembled slightly. Yajid slowly teased Diana's full breasts with the metal rod until both nipples were shamefully hard, then he suddenly pressed the metal rod against Diana's left breast and pressed the switch!
A jolt of electric current, accompanied by a sharp, intense pain, pierced Diana's chest, the agony in her lungs nearly stopping her breathing.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!" Diana screamed in agony, her entire body tensing and trembling violently.
The terrifying current, as sudden as its appearance, vanished just as quickly. Only the naked female pilot remained, whimpering softly, her left breast still trembling unconsciously.
Diana's hands remained tightly clasped behind her head; she dared not move, awaiting Yajid's next act of violence.
Yajid placed the stun gun between Diana's legs, gently rubbing it against her exposed genitals.
Diana closed her eyes in agony, tears of humiliation silently streaming down her face. The hard metal rod touching her tender flesh sent an unbearable, overwhelming terror through her. Diana held her breath, feeling the metal rod slowly rubbing against her most sensitive spot, awaiting the onslaught of even greater pain.
Yajid did not keep her waiting long.
"Ah, ah, ah!!!!!!!!!" With a piercing scream, Diana, naked, collapsed in agony onto the cell floor.
...
Diana's fate had already been decided by Saddam Hussein's speech at his war council.
Saddam was deeply disappointed that his propaganda broadcasts had failed to achieve the expected success in the anti-war-stricken United States. Although he provided the American media with numerous films featuring Major Diana Baker and four other pilots admitting to bombing hospitals and schools and declaring support for the "brave Iraqi people," it had no effect. In fact, these films ironically fueled public opinion against him, even turning the previously anti-war American media against him.
He admitted he didn't yet understand his adversaries. But fortunately, he had a more sophisticated plan.
At present, his army was inevitably destined for defeat. But if he could make the imperialists shed enough blood before his army was defeated, he would still be a hero of the Arab world.
To achieve this, he had to wage a successful campaign before his army was ultimately defeated. And the key to this lay with General Hamid Rashid—commander of the Third Corps, and arguably the best commander in his army.
Saddam secretly rejoiced that Rashid hadn't suffered the helicopter "accident" that befell other heroes of the Iran-Iraq War. It was precisely because this man was equally unacceptable to the Americans that they hadn't supported his coup. Now Saddam would use him to secure a victory.
Rashid's past record showed he was an absolute sadist. He had once ordered his men to torture Kurdish women captured by his army to death to satisfy his desires.
Saddam decided to send the American female pilot to Rashid; this gift would guarantee the general's loyalty, at least for a period. He would then assign spies to gather evidence of Rashid's sadism, which would allow him to completely destroy General Rashid after the war.
His men fully approved of this brilliant plan.
...
A few hours later, Major Diana Baker was brought out of Captain Yajid's custody. After a meal, they changed her into their flight suit, though she wasn't wearing underwear underneath.
Diana was then put into an ordinary car and embarked on a perilous journey south towards General Rashid's headquarters, near the Kuwaiti border.
Diana sat in the car, her hands clasped in front of her, while her guards silently watched her. As they moved further from Yajid's control, Diana grew increasingly pleased, believing she had clearly escaped Yajid—that sadist—and even began to think that her worst ordeal was finally over.
As her confidence returned, Diana began to feel anger for the pain and humiliation she had suffered at Captain Yajid's hands. She began to believe that the despicable sadist captain must have been transferred to another part of Saddam-controlled Iraq because of his barbaric acts. True to her old habits, Diana even began to plan how she would repay that Iraqi bastard for all the torture she had endured!
When the car arrived at General Rashid's headquarters, Diana believed it was time for her retribution.
In General Rashid's own eyes, he was the reincarnation of Saladin, the hero who had defeated the Christian Crusader kingdoms in the eighth century. His adversaries in the army—almost all officers above the regimental level—described him in private with a single word: mad. He was arrogant, ruthless, and brutal, but because of his successful defeat of the Iranians in the Iran-Iraq War, he enjoyed the support of lower-ranking officers.
This was the man Diana fantasized was would help her and compensate her for the atrocities she suffered in captivity. To Diana's greater misfortune, Rashid not only understood her but spoke fluent English.
At first, General Rashid was surprised that a woman dared to speak to him so disrespectfully! But Diana took this as tacit approval, continuing her tirade and directly demanding that the general "deal with" Captain Yajid.
General Rashid remained silent for a long time, then suddenly slapped Diana hard across the face! For a moment, he was almost speechless; he felt insulted: in his own headquarters, in front of his men, a woman, an American woman, dared to call herself a "warrior"? Rashid was finally able to speak again .
He dismissed the guards who had brought Diana and ordered his men to take the trembling female pilot to a secret room in his quarters. He ordered his men to strip Diana naked again, then tie her face-down to a statue of an eagle on the wall, before ordering them to leave the room.
The general's gaze fell on Diana's bare, strong, and shapely back and buttocks. Her skin was so smooth, without a single flaw, but soon that would change.
Rashid picked up his most prized possession, a long, stiff rubber band from a military truck, and slowly raised it. The general had first seen such a thing in 1968, when his instructor taught him how to use it to communicate with a Kurdish man. The one he held now was just as heavy and cruel as the one his instructor had used.
The general ignored Diana's desperate pleas; he had no interest in them, only in seeing the changes that this horrible rubber band would bring to the woman's body.
He chose Diana's firm, full hips as his first target. Rashid swung the rubber band with all his might, lashing it down on Diana's buttocks! Instantly, a long, horrific welt appeared on Diana's plump buttocks! With each scream, the terrible instrument of torture fell upon the female prisoner.
Diana felt as if she were being skinned alive; the horrible rubber band seemed to be tearing the skin off her buttocks! Diana was tightly bound to the wall, with no possibility of escaping this terrible and slow torture. But she still struggled desperately, her bound hands and feet twisting and turning, trying to avoid the unbearable cruel whipping.
Waves of burning pain shot through her buttocks, but worse, before the pain could fade from her consciousness, the next lash began. Diana screamed incessantly, unable to do anything but scream.
“Ah!!! No, no!! Please, stop hitting me! Ah! Stop! No!!”
Diana’s piercing screams could be heard throughout almost the entire headquarters, but that was exactly what the general wanted. No one could allow him to be humiliated and then escape punishment. The general wanted everyone to hear the American woman’s screams, especially the cowards and weaklings.
Diana’s large, firm buttocks were covered with bloody welts, a stark contrast to the snow-white skin of her healthy body. Standing behind the woman, Rashid could clearly see the naked woman sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body trembling.
He held up the terrible rubber band in his hand and slowly aimed it at Diana’s wounded buttocks, at the base of her firm yet delicate thighs.
With a dull “crack,” a deep red welt immediately appeared on the female pilot’s fair skin at the base of her thigh! With each strike of the heavy instrument of torture on Diana’s thigh, it was quickly whipped until it was a bloody mess.
“Ah! Ah!!!!! No! Please, no!! Ah!!”
Rashid remained unmoved by the woman's pitiful screams and pleas. He wielded the rubber band, slowly returning his attention to Diana's already tortured buttocks. He carefully and slowly whipped the woman's buttocks, ensuring that the horrific and cruel welts were evenly distributed across every inch of the female prisoner's large buttocks.
Then the general began to slowly torture the female pilot's smooth and delicate back.
"Ah, ah! No! Please! Spare me!! Waaah..."
The long rubber band fell heavily on Diana's back, its tip easily looping around her ribs and striking her full, plump breasts, bringing her even more unbearable pain.
Diana's naked body convulsed, pressed tightly against the wall, crying incessantly, tears and snot streaming down her face onto the cold wall. Her battered body was covered in sweat, reflecting a blinding light under the room's lamplight.
Diana felt as if her back was being peeled off, burning with pain!
"Ah! No, no! Please, please stop! Please!..."
The beating finally stopped, but Diana was still trembling with fear, sobbing softly, afraid that even more brutal torture was yet to come.
Suddenly, Diana felt two strong hands gently kneading her buttocks and back. General Rashid's hands caressed the woman's back and buttocks, which were already torn and bleeding from the whip marks. He dabbed his fingers in the blood flowing from Diana's bloody welts, then put his fingers in his mouth to taste the blood of this cruelly tortured female pilot. The general was very satisfied; he liked to see these lowly women bleed, he liked this bloody pleasure.
The general gently stroked Diana's buttocks and thighs with both hands; he wanted to relax this woman who was already trembling with fear.
Diana already knew what she was about to suffer; there was no doubt that this cruel man was going to brutally rape her from the buttocks. Diana seemed to vividly recall the pain of being brutally sodomized by Yajid and his gang, but she understood that she couldn't resist.
She felt the general's hard member pressing against her no-longer-virgin anus, followed by a burning pain, like her anus being torn apart, that quickly spread from her vagina.
Yajid felt that this woman's anus was still as tight and elastic as an unmarried woman's vagina. He forcefully shoved his entire penis inside!
A familiar, intense pain surged through her lower abdomen, and Diana felt as if her body was being torn apart, almost losing consciousness. She immediately burst into tears.
"Ah! No! You, you're hurting me! Ah, please, stop! Please!!"
Rashid was pleased to have successfully penetrated the woman's body. In his usual manner, he held Diana's sweat- and blood-soaked body tightly and began to thrust forcefully.
Diana writhed in agony, arching mechanically upwards as if trying to escape this horrific rape, but the general's penis continued to thrust in and out of her anus without obstruction.
Rashid's hands circled around Diana's body, tightly grasping the woman's two healthy, large breasts. He felt the woman's nipples harden, and as the general thrust his penis into Diana's anus with pleasure and brutality, his hands also kneaded the two elastic mounds of flesh forcefully. The
general could clearly feel the woman's full, healthy body writhing and struggling under his tight control, which excited him even more than the pleasure of his penis being tightly enveloped by the female pilot's anal walls.
“American bitch! You are my slave now!! You must do as I say, anytime, anywhere! If you dare disobey, I will beat your filthy flesh to a pulp with this belt!!”
The general ravaged Diana’s anus while viciously cursing her in a hoarse, rude voice.
“You must show me respect, you slut!!”
Rashid’s fluent English made Diana hear his vicious curses clearly, and the immense humiliation made her tremble. Her sensitive nipples were being squeezed hard, and the waves of unbearable pain reminded Diana to give up the idea of resisting. Diana tried to lean her head against the wall, relax her whole body, and try to alleviate the pain of being raped and abused.
“Bitch! You must answer me!” Rashid roared, squeezing her two already swollen nipples hard.
“Yes, sir. I…I…Ah!!! I’m sorry, sir!”
Rashid’s brutal sodomy and relentless abuse of her nipples nearly made Diana faint. She answered his questions with humiliation, sobbing between sobs.
Rashid felt a sense of satisfaction and continued to focus on raping the woman’s anus. His thick penis moved in and out of Diana’s torn anus like a piston.
Diana felt her anus being torn and bleeding, her whole body aching. Rashid’s strong hands were pinching and pulling her nipples as if they were being ripped off her breasts. Now she could only lean against the wall, breathing heavily and groaning. Finally, she felt a warm liquid spray into her body. Diana was weak and powerless,
unable to stand against the wall, held up by the ropes binding her hands and feet. The general slowly untied the ropes binding her hands, then tied them behind her back, and then untied the ropes binding her feet.
Rashid dragged Diana to a bed in the corner and ordered her to kneel beside it, saying, "I'm going to test your obedience. If you don't behave, I'll whip you twice more like I did before!"
He took a pistol from its holster and said, "I order you to lick all the filth off this thing! If you dare touch it with your teeth, I'll kill you!"
The pistol was pointed at Diana's head. She looked at the disgusting filth clinging to Rashid's semi-erect penis, and her stomach churned. But Diana dared not resist. Painfully, she slowly opened her mouth and carefully licked his filthy penis with her soft tongue.
Rashid's penis was covered in feces remaining from Diana's anus, his own semen, and other filth. Diana carefully licked away the filth bit by bit with her tongue, then, tears streaming down her face, swallowed the bitter feces and the disgusting stuff, almost vomiting immediately.
Diana's saliva splattered all over Rashid's ugly penis, dripping down her chin. It took her a while to finally lick it clean.
"Good, bitch! Now your next target is my boots. That stuff on the soles of my boots is what you Americans call 'camel dung'! Clean it up!"

Desert Madness (Part Four)
The next morning, Major Diana Baker, completely subdued by the brutal violence, prepared herself for further humiliation.
According to General Rashid's logic, since Diana had insulted her in front of her men, he would humiliate her in the same way.
Diana was wearing her flight suit, which the general felt was better than leaving her naked. The zipper on the upper part of the flight suit was unzipped, exposing Diana's full, large breasts. The flight suit was cut below the waist, exposing her ravaged genitals and almost her entire buttocks; the whip marks from the previous night's torture were still clearly visible on her large buttocks.
Diana knelt on the sand outside the general's headquarters, surrounded by his men. Almost instinctively, she knelt with her legs wide apart, as Yajid had instructed, her eyes filled with panic and submission. Diana didn't know what kind of humiliation awaited her, but she knew that resistance would result in cruel torture.
General Rashid was addressing his men in Arabic, seemingly oblivious to the kneeling female pilot. When he finished, his men cheered and applauded. The general
walked to Diana, kneeling on the sand, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis. Diana stared in horror, a wave of panic washing over her. Was he going to rape her in front of his men?
Without warning, Rashid began to urinate in Diana's face!
The hot urine sprayed onto Diana's face, burning her eyes, and the disgusting urine flowed down her cheeks and into her mouth.
Diana felt utterly humiliated, trembling as she lowered her head. Rashid's urine continued to pour onto the female pilot's face and hair, flowing down her neck and into her flight suit, then down her exposed, high breasts and flat stomach, and into the sand where she knelt.
Diana was now completely soaked in the stench of urine. Despite a strong will to live, at this moment, Diana wished she were dead. Diana felt a humiliation and shame she had never felt before; her body had been used as a toilet by these arrogant nomads, and they were using this humiliation as a way to motivate their men!
The soldiers watching cheered.
The general pinched Diana's face with one hand, forcing her mouth open. Then, with his other hand, he held his penis and dripped the remaining urine into Diana's mouth.
Diana almost cried out in shame. Now, the bitterness of the urine dripping into her mouth and the sensation of it flowing into her stomach were secondary; Diana felt only immense pain and humiliation!
...
General Rashid greatly admired a line from his favorite movie, *Patton*: "When you go to comfort a unit, you take those flying flags and make a commotion to remind your troops that you've come to share their danger; when you leave, you take your flags away quietly like a thief!"
Now, General Rashid was going to comfort his troops, but instead of flags, he was bringing American pilot Major Diana Baker. He would use this female pilot to revitalize his somewhat demoralized troops before the great battle!
Major Diana, as per the first step of the general's plan, was now placed on the hood of his off-road jeep.
Diana was still wearing her flight suit, the zipper unzipped, the crotch cut off, revealing her alluring, full breasts and genitals. Diana's thighs and calves were bound together, the other end of the rope securing her legs to the front bumper of the jeep, forcing her to kneel uncomfortably on the hood. Her body lay flat, her arms twisted behind her back and bound together, the other end of the rope binding her elbows tightly to the side mirrors, ensuring she was securely tied to the front of the vehicle and wouldn't fall off on the bumpy road.
Rashid was quite satisfied with Diana's current situation: her hair was blowing wildly in front of the speeding vehicle, and her bare, full breasts bounced violently with each jeep's jolts.
But Diana felt extremely uncomfortable; this trip was nothing short of cruel torture for her. Her entire weight rested on her forcibly bent knees, which slammed against the hard body of the vehicle with each bump, causing her excruciating pain.
But worse came the oncoming sandstorm. The coarse, hard sand lashed at Diana's face and bare chest, feeling as if knives were cutting into her skin. She even suspected that by the time she reached her destination, she would be battered beyond recognition.
The dust carried by the sandstorm covered Diana entirely, especially her exposed vulva, which was covered in fine sand because her flight suit had been cut open at the thighs. The fine grains almost sealed her poor flesh. Dust also filled her mouth, making her throat parched and breathing difficult.
When the horrific journey ended and she reached her destination, Diana was exhausted and dying, tormented by thirst and pain, and had forgotten her predicament.
General Rashid, with 40,000 soldiers under his command, intended for Diana to serve his men one by one. This time, however, only a battalion of demoralized soldiers was stationed on the high ground he had come to, and Diana would be used by these thirty-four Iraqis for a period of time.
This unit had also suffered heavy losses from the US Air Force, and the general believed that the gang rape and torture of this American female pilot would restore the soldiers' morale, which had been shattered by the bombing raids.
Rashid saw the soldiers already gathered at the oil well he had designated, and he arrived in a jeep with a half-naked Diana bound to the front.
When the general noticed that the men's eyes immediately went wild when they saw a woman bound to the jeep, he was overjoyed. These men, stationed in the desolate desert, hadn't seen a woman for almost six months. The soldiers began to stir, but remained disciplined in a line.
The general climbed into the front of the jeep, stood beside the bound Diana, and began his speech. He said that imperialists were threatening the life of their leader Saddam Hussein; they had even bombed Saddam's residence. Now was the time for the Iraqis to fight to defend their leader and their country.
The general urged his soldiers to feel proud, kicking Diana at his feet and declaring that the Americans had reached the point where they needed women like this to fight!
The general found his speech receiving unprecedented attention; naturally, the soldiers paid more attention to Diana than to him.
Tied to the front of the jeep, Diana was only a dozen meters away from the soldiers. Not only were her disheveled face and bare chest visible, but even her naked genitals were clearly seen by these men with lustful eyes. Although Diana felt extremely tired and weak, she could still sense the terrible desire these Iraqis had for her.
When the general's speech turned to the deaths brought by the Americans and their bombers, the soldiers finally understood the meaning of the flight suit Diana wore, and their eyes immediately filled with hatred.
Each of them had lost loved ones or friends to American planes, and they had been unable to retaliate against those hateful aircraft, filling them with immense anger and frustration. But now the general had provided them with a target for their hatred!
When the general finished his speech, the soldiers cheered enthusiastically. They fired shots into the air and sang victory hymns.
The general's bodyguards untied Diana from the front of the car. They untied the ropes binding her legs, but not her hands. Diana's legs, which had been bound for so long, were numb and sore, and she could no longer stand. The bodyguards carried her to an empty oil drum, placed her face down on it, and then left.
When Diana felt her abdomen pressed against the scorching hot oil drum under the desert sun, she knew she was in deep trouble. After enduring so much abuse and torture, the rape and assault she suffered now didn't hurt as much as before. But when she found herself surrounded by a group of Iraqis, their eyes filled with hatred and lust, she suddenly felt a greater fear than when she was first assaulted by Yajid.
Diana was terrified; were they going to gang rape her to death?
Iraqi soldiers pounced. One grabbed Diana's hair and dragged her face in front of his erect penis.
Before Diana could scream, an Iraqi penis was shoved into her mouth, and at the same time, countless hands began to grope her body. They roughly squeezed and kneaded her chest, which had just been ravaged by the sandstorm, and pinched her nipples hard. Hands that couldn't reach Diana's breasts tore off her flight suit and grabbed and pinched her bare back and thighs!
Diana was stunned! She couldn't even feel a penis being inserted into her naked vagina. Diana felt her buttocks being violently slammed, while the man in front of her roughly shoved his penis into her mouth.
He held her hair, standing still, pushing her head back and forth, his thick penis savagely thrusting in and out of her mouth, plunging deep into her throat, almost suffocating her! At the same time, the man behind her began a brutal rape, and countless hands cruelly slapped and squeezed Diana's bare thighs, back, and buttocks!
Diana's hands were bound behind her back and placed flat on the oil drum. She tried to struggle and resist, but to no avail; she was still brutally violated by the man through her mouth and vagina. Diana tried to suppress her panic, trying to breathe between the thrusts of the penis in and out of her mouth.
The Iraqis didn't last long inside Diana. She felt a surge of hot, sticky semen rush into her mouth, and almost simultaneously, the same liquid was ejaculated into her vagina. Before Diana could recover from being nearly unconscious from the semen, two more penises were thrust into her mouth and vagina.
One man after another brutally raped Diana, continuously ejaculating their semen into her body. Diana's inner thighs were smeared with the white, sticky semen overflowing from her violated vagina, flowing down her firm, full thighs.
Diana's condition was equally miserable. They roughly thrust their penises in and out of her lips, filling her mouth with semen, which overflowed and dripped down her chin and neck. Diana was suffocating from the semen; she could only keep swallowing the disgusting liquid. Semen flowed down Diana's esophagus into her stomach. She felt like a container for semen, almost drowning in the Iraqis's semen.
Diana's vagina had been repeatedly raped by the Iraqis and was very loose, filled with semen, with a constant flow of white fluid. They then turned to Diana's anus, which had not yet been used by them!
When the first penis entered Diana's anus, the female pilot, who was almost unconscious from the pain and humiliation, immediately regained consciousness!
Although Diana's anus had become accustomed to penis insertion after being repeatedly sodomized by Yajid and others during her imprisonment, the Iraqis's brutal thrusting still caused her immense pain. Diana tried to scream, but her mouth was also being brutally raped, and she could only let out weak and indistinct whimpers and moans.
The man behind her thrust forcefully into Diana's anus while relentlessly slapping her large buttocks with his hands, producing cruel "slap, slap" sounds. When he finally ejaculated inside Diana, the subsequent penetration, lubricated by the semen, slightly lessened the burning pain in her anus and buttocks.
Diana's anus then began to be gang-raped by one Iraqi after another. Soon, her burning, aching anus became as loose as her vagina, filled with thick semen that flowed out from the stretched opening. Diana
was completely broken, both mentally and physically, by the brutal gang rape. She lay weakly limp on the oil drum, allowing the Iraqis to inflict further abuse on her mouth and anus, without even the will to resist. She felt she existed solely to be abused by men, to be cruelly manipulated by them, forced to perform humiliating services with her mouth and vagina.
General Rashid sensed his soldiers' confidence returning, but seeing a strong and beautiful woman like Diana being brutally gang-raped and struggling in immense pain and humiliation didn't particularly excite him. He had witnessed far more brutal gang rapes while fighting the Kurds. But what interested
General Rashid was that he had never seen a woman endure such cruel and savage abuse! Even the general felt it was excessive.
He watched as the healthy and beautiful female pilot was brutally raped by the soldiers through her mouth and anus. Diana's face was smeared with semen, but one man continued to rape her seemingly numb mouth, pressing his lower body almost against her face, thrusting in and out between her lips.
Another man, as if trying to kill the woman, brutally vented his lust on her large buttocks. He repeatedly used his penis or fingers to pry open Diana's anus, violently raping her. His body slammed against her semen-smeared buttocks, producing a grating "slap, slap" sound. The general could see the soldier's naked body mechanically convulsing as his penis thrust in and out of the wide-open, numb orifice.
While the soldiers vented on Diana's naked body, the others in line stood by, fiddling with their own penises, ready to replace their companions at any moment. Not a single second was spared from Diana's orifice. Even when Major Diana Baker finally lost consciousness, the soldiers did not stop, continuing to rape her already loose and semen-smeared vagina.
When the general realized that the American woman's body had completely lost its responsiveness to the rape, he ordered the soldiers to stop. These soldiers had each raped the American female pilot at least once, some even two or three times. They cheered wildly, as if they had won a great war.
The general cheered along, promising that if they truly won the next battle, they would have even more American female soldiers for their own pleasure.
After the soldiers left, the general approached Diana, who lay unconscious on the oil drums. A bodyguard came forward to check on the woman.
From behind the woman lying on the oil drums, the general could clearly see two gaping orifices, seemingly inelastic from repeated assaults, with the swollen, engorged walls of flesh visible from the outside. Diana's vagina and rectum were filled with the soldiers' semen, which flowed continuously from her orifices.
The American woman's naked buttocks, thighs, back, and even face were covered in a sticky, white liquid. Dried semen almost completely covered her body, even Diana's two swollen, ravaged breasts were covered in the white, viscous fluid, which dripped from her swollen nipples onto the surface of the oil drum.
Diana's head slumped limply, her hair, sticky with sweat and semen, disheveled and covering her face; she was clearly unconscious. The general had never seen a woman who could endure such brutal abuse from a man.
"Is she still alive?" the general asked his bodyguard.
The bodyguard brushed aside Diana's disheveled, wet hair, touched her nose, and said, "General, she's still breathing! It's unbelievable that this woman could survive!"

The
President, holding the CIA report, shook his head occasionally, expressing his anger in his own unique way.
The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff sat nervously beside him, guessing that the President must have seen the part of the report about Major Diana Baker's torture and rape at General Rashid's hands.
He had thought the war was progressing smoothly, but now it seemed something terrible had happened. They had to find a way to rescue that woman, or American women's organizations would crucify them!
Even if it cost fifty men their lives, they had to rescue this female pilot, and they had to do it quickly, before the American media got the news. If they didn't do it, or didn't do it well, the Americans wouldn't forgive them.
When the President convened a new military meeting, the Chief of Staff was ready. The President simply looked at him and said, "Do it!" "
The following evening, General Rashid was jubilantly in his headquarters.
This was not only because his army was ready for the decisive battle in Khafji, and morale was high, but also because he had received news that his men had captured another American female pilot and were escorting her to his headquarters.
Before being taken to Baghdad, she would obviously need some instruction from General Rashid. The general knew that if he could bring victory to Saddam, no one would hold him accountable for what he had done to the female prisoners after the war; but if he failed to win, only death awaited him, and the dead are not held responsible for their past actions.
Victory or death, so General Rashid felt he could do as he pleased.
Two hours later, the general began to examine his new plaything—American Navy Lieutenant, Catherine O'Connor.
The young woman was now kneeling before Rashid, her flight suit stripped off, naked..." She knelt naked, her hands bound behind her back.
She had a young face with freckles, red hair, and her naked body suggested she was physically active. Looking at the woman, the general suddenly thought of the word "mischievous girl"; she was clearly completely different from the fit and mature Major Diana Baker.
The general was immediately intrigued by this American woman with a boyish charm, small but firm breasts, a slender figure, and short red hair. 　　Although
Catherine tried to appear brave, the general could clearly sense the girl's tension and fear; he could smell it in the constant sweat pouring from her body.
How amusing it would be to ravage these two American women together! The general couldn't help but think.
Soon, he began to do just that.
Major Diana Baker, naked and face down on the table, stood with her booted legs spread wide, her arms tightly bound behind her back.
A tall, thin soldier stood behind Diana, grabbing her full, firm buttocks and thrusting his penis into her anus, vigorously pounding into the woman.
In front of Diana, a general's guard was shamelessly using her mouth. He grabbed the female pilot's hair, lifting her head to easily thrust his penis in and out of her mouth.
Diana's entire body... Trembling slightly, she let out muffled moans and whimpers, her large, white buttocks swaying with each thrust from behind, a picture of utter submission.
The general grabbed Catherine's hair, forcing her to kneel across the table and watch the two men gang rape Diana. Catherine was forced to watch the two men brutally ravage the female air force officer kneeling on the table, their cruel thrusts into Diana's mouth and anus causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
Catherine wanted to speak, to stop this brutality, but she was too terrified to utter a word.
Rashid whispered in Catherine's ear, "You'll experience this too, but only after I've had you first! No one can save you! Look at her now, how is she any different from a whore? You'll be the same. You're no longer some American warrior, you're an Iraqi prostitute!"

Five
kilometers from Rashid's headquarters, a team of American Delta Force soldiers lay in ambush behind massive sand dunes in the desert. They had parachuted into Iraqi forces about an hour earlier in two MH-47s, waiting as Trojan horses: to disguise themselves as Iraqi military trucks and infiltrate the enemy camp for a rescue mission.
The commando team had received accurate intelligence: four military vehicles would pass through every night. They were heading towards the headquarters of the Iraqi Third Army, transporting food and supplies from Kuwait City, as Iraq's supply lines had been disrupted by US airstrikes.
As the last of the four Iraqi trucks crossed the dunes, the camouflage behind them suddenly broke, and a Delta Force truck disguised as an Iraqi military vehicle slowly emerged. Simultaneously, the fourth Iraqi truck was brought to a stop by spikes laid by the commandos.
Thus, under the cover of darkness and the roar of the trucks, the commando truck successfully replaced the Iraqi military vehicle, and together with the supply convoy, passed through Iraqi checkpoints and entered Rashid's headquarters!
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By now, Catherine had witnessed eight Iraqis brutally gang-raping Diana, who was bound and slumped over a table. The enemy's brutality horrified her. But what struck Catherine even more was Diana's submissive acceptance of the Iraqis' cruel gang rape!
Catherine had known and admired Major Diana Baker before, as she was one of the best and most renowned female pilots in the army. But now she couldn't believe that these Iraqis had turned Diana into a puppet for their abuse and defilement!
The strong and beautiful female officer, without any resistance, allowed herself to be violated by the Iraqis, being assaulted before her horrified and stunned colleagues. The numbness and submission in Diana's eyes filled Catherine with deep sorrow.
"Enough!" the general ordered his guards.
"You can leave now. No one is to disturb me for an hour!"
The guards all left the room, leaving only Catherine, the general, and Diana. Diana
lay motionless face down on the table, her face covered in sticky semen, and disgusting white fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth and chin. Diana's anus had been dried into a loose, round hole that could not close, from which a white, cloudy liquid continuously flowed, running between her legs down to her genitals, and dripping onto the floor, forming puddles of white liquid.
Catherine felt that Diana was now like a suffering queen, and even though she looked so painful and humiliated, Catherine still thought Diana was great.
Rashid grabbed Catherine's hair and dragged her behind Diana, forcing her to see Diana's ravaged anus. Her face was almost touching Diana's big buttocks, which were wet and sticky with sweat and semen.
The general pressed down hard on Catherine's struggling head, cursing, "Take a good look at her asshole! Your asshole will soon be just like hers, like a whore's cunt! Look closely, and taste the semen of Iraqi men! Clean this up, and look like an American whore!"
The general grabbed Catherine's short red hair, shoving her face against Diana's semen-smeared buttocks, shouting, "Hurry up, you filthy whore! Before I call my men back to fuck you, lick her ass clean!!"
Catherine was terrified and panicked. Her naked body trembled. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly extended her soft little tongue, licking the sticky white liquid into her mouth little by little.
The semen, mixed with sweat and slightly salty, almost made her vomit. This was the first time Catherine had tasted semen. She painfully closed her eyes, swallowing it with difficulty, and then carefully licked the semen smeared around Diana's anus, buttocks, and vulva clean.
“Good. Now use your tongue to clean her anus too! Quickly!”
Looking at Diana’s swollen and loose anus, the tender red flesh and residual filth visible through the stretched-open hole, Catherine was almost brought to tears by shame. She trembled as she opened her lips and pressed them against Diana’s anus, inserting her tongue into the frighteningly hot vagina and sucking.
As Catherine’s soft tongue moved within her ravaged anus, Diana couldn’t help but let out seductive moans. Diana tried to suppress her body’s reaction, to avoid making a shameful move under such immense humiliation. But Catherine’s soft tongue moved back and forth between her sensitive anus and vulva, Diana’s face flushed crimson, and she finally couldn’t hold back any longer, moaning and writhing with each wave of strange sensation.
Under the general’s command, Catherine continued to lick Diana’s anus and vulva until Diana’s body, which was slumped over the table, finally began to writhe violently, and some clear fluid flowed from her vagina. Diana trembled uncontrollably. The betrayal of her body caused her more pain and shame than the cruel torture inflicted by her enemies.
Catherine had never done this with a woman before, nor had she ever tasted a woman's secretions. But now, as Diana's fluids flowed into her mouth, Catherine finally knew what it was! This felt far more humiliating to Catherine than the semen left behind by the Iraqis. She suddenly felt betrayed by a woman: Diana actually enjoyed her licking her anus and genitals like this!
Fortunately, Rashid lifted Catherine's face at that moment. He ordered the two naked women, their hands bound behind their backs, to stand close together on the ground, with Catherine's face against Diana's back.
Diana was much taller than Catherine, so the general ordered her to squat slightly, making it appear as if Catherine was lying on Diana's back, and then tightly bound the two women together by the waist with rope.
Then he ordered Diana to kneel on the ground, so that the petite Catherine was completely lifted off the ground and lay on Diana's back, her body pressing down on Diana's arms, which were bound behind her back.
Now Diana knelt obediently on the cold ground, numb and motionless, her companion bound to her back. Catherine finally understood the general's shameful purpose; she screamed incessantly, kicking her legs wildly in the air.
Rashid easily grabbed Catherine's legs, spreading them apart and binding them to either side of Diana's wide-open legs.
Catherine was now completely deprived of her freedom, but she still struggled desperately, writhing on Diana's back, begging for Diana's help.
"Please, Diana! Don't help him, please!..."
But Diana seemed numb, remaining motionless. Since her capture by the Iraqis, the constant rape and torture inflicted by the enemy had completely broken the once strong and brave Diana. She was now numb to the atrocities inflicted upon her, and even the impending suffering of her comrades could not awaken her. She could only feel the pain in her kneeling limbs, chafed raw by the struggling Catherine on her back.
Catherine screamed and struggled, while Rashid slowly approached the petite female officer from behind. When Catherine felt the general's burly body pressed against her back, and his rough fingers began to forcefully pry open her tightly closed anus and insert themselves, she screamed madly.
Ignoring Catherine's resistance, Rashid brutally forced his fingers into the small, light brown orifice. Catherine clearly had no experience with anal penetration; the general could clearly feel the girl's anus contracting violently, her buttocks shaking violently, and the warm walls of her anus tightly gripping the invading fingers.
This excited the general even more. He cruelly inserted his fingers millimeter by millimeter, slowly pushing them into Catherine's untouched, tight, and constricted passage.
"Ah! No... Help! No..."
Catherine felt waves of tearing pain coming from her buttocks. Rashid's powerful fingers had forcibly pried open the girl's resisting anus!
Diana knelt motionless on the ground, making Catherine feel as if she were tied to a warm table, completely unable to resist. She desperately felt something thick and hot being pushed into her anus through the fingers!
Rashid used his thumbs to pry open the constantly contracting flesh, gripped Catherine's snow-white, plump buttocks with both hands, pressed his body against her back, and with a forceful thrust, his thick penis immediately plunged deep into Catherine's anus!
"Ah...! No, no, no!!..." Catherine felt a burning pain rapidly spreading from her anus.
Rashid felt a surge of tension and fear, causing Catherine's body to tense up. Her narrow, tight anus gripped his penis tightly, which ironically gave Rashid a strange sense of pleasure. Rashid gripped Catherine's buttocks tightly with both hands and began thrusting forcefully into her warm, tight anus.
Hearing Catherine's loud screams beneath him, Rashid slowly withdrew his penis halfway, then suddenly thrust it back in, waiting for the elastic walls of Catherine's anus to tighten around it again before slowly withdrawing it again. He watched as blood flowed down her torn anus onto the snow-white skin of Catherine's thighs.
While Rashid was thrusting into Navy Lieutenant Catherine's anus, Delta Force was approaching his headquarters under cover of darkness.
Sixteen commandos in black field uniforms and night-vision goggles surrounded Yajid's headquarters, and their leader sent a signal back to their headquarters that they were about to move out.
Ten kilometers away, in the US command post, the commander who received the signal immediately issued the order to the helicopter battalion to move out. Fifteen Apache helicopters immediately took off for Rashid headquarters. Their mission was to use firepower to clear a five-kilometer path from Rashid headquarters to a safe zone, ensuring the safe return of the commando team and the rescued female pilot.
At this moment, Catherine was struggling in agony, impaled on General Rashid's thick, fleshy penis. Her waist was tightly bound together with Diana's, who was kneeling on the ground, and the four snow-white, naked legs of both women were also bound together, leaving Catherine, who was lying on Diana's back, completely at Rashid's mercy.
Catherine's full breasts were pressed against Diana's hands, which were bound behind her back, and Diana could feel that the two soft mounds of flesh were already sweaty. Catherine lay on Diana's firm, smooth back in pain and humiliation, sobbing and crying incessantly. Diana felt Catherine's tears and saliva flowing down her shoulders and onto her body.
With each powerful thrust of Rashid, Catherine felt a burning pain in her anus, which was still that of a virgin, and her lower body almost lost all feeling. Rashid, excitedly raping Catherine's buttocks, chanted like a song:
"Slut... whore... slut... slut... bitch... slut... bitch... bitch..."
Catherine was nearly fainting from the pain, gasping for breath and crying intermittently. But Rashid continued his rhythmic thrusting, the pain filling Catherine's consciousness.
Rashid's lower body pressed tightly against Catherine's buttocks, his black pubic hair covering her snow-white skin, his thick penis deeply inserted into her anus, jabbing back and forth.
Catherine was completely overwhelmed by the pain and brutality; she only had the strength to cry.
Rashid found it incredibly wonderful to thrust into the anus of a young girl like Catherine. He gripped Catherine's round buttocks, then straddled the constantly weeping red-haired girl, raping her with his penis inside her anus.
Finally, the general felt he couldn't hold on any longer inside Catherine's tight anus. Satisfied, he filled the bleeding orifice with his semen and withdrew.
He rested for a while on the back of the sobbing Catherine, then stood up and walked to the two naked women. The general grabbed Diana's head and shoved his penis, covered in semen, blood, and feces from Catherine's anus, to her mouth.
"Now it's your turn to clean it up, you bitch! Lick this woman's shit clean!"
Diana didn't resist. She slowly opened her mouth, letting Rashid put his filthy thing into her mouth, and then slowly began to lick it.
Diana licked Rashid's penis with her tongue, sucking off the filth. She could feel Catherine behind her still crying and trembling. Diana couldn't believe she had become so shameless, letting Rashid put his blood- and feces-covered penis into her mouth and doing this shameful task herself!
Suddenly, Diana felt the disgusting thing vanish from her mouth!
Diana looked up in surprise and saw Rashid staring at her back with horrified eyes. He staggered backward, three bloody spots appearing on his chest! Rashid slammed his back against the wall, his body slowly sliding down, leaving three deep streaks of blood on the wall.
Diana was terrified and didn't know what to do. Suddenly, she heard a conversation in perfect American English behind her.
"Fuck! Hey, Captain! What the fuck are you looking at! What the fuck is this party?!"

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Epilogue:
Major Diana Baker was successfully rescued and returned to her base in Saudi Arabia, but eleven of her rescuers were not so lucky.
Details about what Diana was experiencing and what she had gone through before and during the arrival of the commandos were kept under wraps, only disclosed on the Delta Force website. There were no secrets on the internet.
However, Diana's account was extremely well-received by the American media. She became a hero, and almost two weeks later, Diana's picture graced the cover of Time magazine.
For Diana, things began to get better again. A month later, the heroine was finally able to stop using adult diapers.

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