The Bosnian Nightmare (Part 2) (8-11)

Bosnian Nightmare (Part 2)

Akan and the general walked away from the two female pilots. Vercoli and Barbara looked at each other, their faces smeared with the marks of rape and violence inflicted by men, 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 Vercoli 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?!"
Vercoli had no choice but to obey. She turned to face Barbara. Vercoli stared at Barbara's face, smeared with Akan's semen, hesitating. But the sharp pain in her nipples immediately dispelled her reluctance. Vercoli 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. Vilcori's soft tongue licked Barbara's face, giving her an unprecedented excitement and stimulation; even the foul smell of the urine on Vilcori's face couldn't diminish Barbara's arousal.
For Vilcori, this was an incredibly painful task, especially seeing the flushed excitement on Barbara's face. This disgust was even more painful for Vilcori than ingesting the semen Akan had ejaculated on Barbara's face.
After Vilcori had licked the filth off Barbara's face, Akan devised another plan to humiliate the woman.
Akan and the general placed the two female pilots together in a "69" position. Vilcori and Barbara's faces were directly facing 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. Thus, the two women's faces were pressed completely against each other's genitals, leaving no room for movement.
Vercoli's face was forced against Barbara's wet vulva, the little flesh still dripping with semen that had been ejaculated into her during the earlier gang rape. Barbara, in turn, faced Vercoli's secret place.
The unpleasant smell from Barbara's vulva made Vercoli feel nauseous, but she knew she had to clean herself thoroughly in this humiliating way. 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 Barbara's legs, and she could only make weak, indistinct sounds. Vercoli felt herself being 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 rest and 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 to have some thin, slightly moldy slices of bread sent to Barbara 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. Vercoli wasn't much better off; her blond hair was disheveled, and she wore a short t-shirt and tattered men's trousers, barefoot like the woman. 　　Vercoli noticed the woman's noticeably protruding belly, disproportionate to her thin frame. The thought of possibly being pregnant with the rapists' children sent chills down Vercoli'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 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 cleaning. Vilcori, too, sadly picked up a rag and knelt on the excrement-stained 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 around Serbs; 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 of them. They hate us, and they'll try to ruin 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 them, 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 and return the humiliation and pain she had suffered.
Vilcori even wanted to laugh out loud; she thought the woman must be crazy. They had 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 to urinate on Vilcori, whose mouth was still smeared with semen and saliva!
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's hair and faces, watching them 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 indicating the woman's name; if the door was open, the woman was available; if the door was closed, the woman was being "used" by another soldier.
Most women weren't bound in the rooms, 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 tied around her neck, pinning her head to the headboard. Barbara's long, shapely legs were forcibly spread apart, shaped like a capital "m," pulled to her sides by ropes tied around her knees and ankles, the ropes 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. Facing the door, Barbara trembled slightly in 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, onto her thighs, which were brutally bound and pulled up.
From nine in the morning, Barbara's room had been constantly occupied; soldiers had even begun to line up outside. Those waiting outside sometimes banged on the door, urging their comrades inside to hurry, or simply opened the door to applaud and cheer on their companions who were vigorously raping the female pilot.
Each man who entered pulled down his pants at almost the same pace, then cruelly mounted Barbara and began their savage rape. Some even simultaneously and forcefully 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 man 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. Each time a man defiled Barbara's body with his filthy semen, she felt a slight relief from the physical pain, but at the same time, the mental humiliation grew stronger.
Barbara could only lie there motionless, enduring the brutal gang rape. She moaned weakly as the men panted with satisfaction, and silently shed tears as they climbed off her. She couldn't remember how many men had raped her; she only felt as if her whole body was soaked in sweat and semen, 　　even the sheets beneath her were drenched. But the soldiers outside kept coming in.
=== ... 　　Alexander stripped Vilcori of her clothes, now soaked with urine, and twisted her hands behind her back, beginning a new way of binding her. He tightly bound her wrists together with rope, then pushed her arms upwards, almost to shoulder height, before wrapping the other end of the rope around her neck twice and tightening it into a knot. After binding her 　　, Alexander admired his handiwork: 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 wouldn't 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 was once again doomed to be raped by this man.

But Vercoli was wrong this time. Alexander didn't rape her. Instead, he took the naked female pilot, her neck and arms tied behind her back with ropes, downstairs. He opened a door and pushed Vercoli inside.
A woman was lying on the bed, her hands covering her face, seemingly terrified. Vercoli was shocked to see that the woman was naked! Conspicuous bruises appeared on her large breasts and delicate thighs against her mature, voluptuous body!
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 distinct 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 a cold gaze, slowly spreading her legs wide, completely exposing her genitals. Her thick pubic hair indicated 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, feeling utterly disgusted and uncomfortable looking at the woman's ravaged lower body.
Alexander smiled at Vilcori, pointing to the woman's genitals and saying in broken English, "Go to work!"
Vilcori slowly climbed onto the bed, kneeling between the woman's legs. As she hesitated, lowering her head to bring 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 pressed against the woman's thighs. She could clearly see and smell the foul odor emanating from the woman's filthy genitals, ravaged countless times. The thought of having to lick the woman's genitals clean with her mouth and tongue made Vilcori feel nauseous and dizzy.
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 forth vigorously.
Seeing Vilcori struggling and whimpering, Alexander released her, and Vilcori quickly began to clean the woman's genitals with her mouth and tongue. Alexander gripped 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, finding her anus, which had loosened slightly after countless acts of sodomy, 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 lower body even more vigorously.
Slowly, Vilcori felt her arms, which had been raised high, gradually become numb and sore. She began to lose her balance, 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 began to tremble uncontrollably, he quickly pushed Vilcori's arms up, so that the female pilot could at least breathe.
Meanwhile, Alexander inserted his fingers deeper into Vercoli's anus, thrusting them in and out more forcefully. As the female pilot lay on top of another woman, her genitals soaked with her saliva, sucking and licking, he was simultaneously raping and playing with her from behind.
Vercoli was now utterly desperate and resigned. The waves of pain and soreness in her anus made her 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 Vercoli to the brink of collapse.
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Barbara now felt her vagina and uterus filled with the rapists' semen, the viscous liquid flowing continuously from her gradually loosening and opening vagina.
The newcomer began to focus his attention on the young woman's mouth. He mercilessly straddled Barbara's swollen, abused chest, grabbing the female pilot's hair and beginning to rape her in her mouth.
Barbara was now a ravaged mess: 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 flowing out a mixture of various fluids; large patches of semen smeared Barbara's thighs, lower abdomen, breasts, and face, even wetting her black hair; her tender breasts were red and swollen, and her two small nipples were stretched and swollen; her eyes were wide open, her head was being pulled back and forth, and a thick penis was constantly thrusting in and out of her mouth, plunging straight 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 to this place a year ago, 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 simultaneously clamping Vercoli's head tightly between her own. 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 vulva with her tongue. 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 Vilcori had done her "job" admirably, 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, holding up his trousers. 　　Unlike the previous woman, this one's hands were firmly bound to the filthy, narrow bed, for she was a new prisoner, captured just a week prior.

The woman was young, around 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.
The girl's thighs and arms were covered with patches of bruises. Her genitals showed obvious signs of repair, indicating she was a Muslim woman.
Before Vercoli could react, Alexander shoved her violently 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 her swollen, gang-raped labia and vulva with her tongue. Unlike the previous woman, this Muslim girl didn't react at all when Vercoli cleaned her genitals with her mouth and tongue, not even moving her body. This made Vercoli feel even more ashamed, as she felt like a rapist.
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 licking the sticky, smelly genitals of the captured women, feeling herself driven almost mad by the humiliation and resentment.
Alexander remained behind the female pilot, gripping her arms, which were bound behind her back and raised high, 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 Vercoli made as she licked the poor women's genitals clean.
Finally, Alexander led the nearly exhausted female pilot into the innermost room. The first thing Vercoli saw upon entering was Akan—the most vicious and evil man in her eyes! Vilcori was immediately gripped by fear. She didn't even have time to glance at the woman bound to the bed like a frog awaiting dissection before instinctively lowering her head.
When Akan pulled the woman's wet, disheveled hair up, lifting her face, Vilcori realized that the woman, her face almost entirely covered in sticky semen, was her companion, Barbara!
Vilcori was nearly stunned by Barbara's appearance, especially her legs, which were almost entirely pulled overhead by ropes. Barbara's strong, shapely legs were covered in wounds, her thighs almost completely smeared with semen. Her alluring vagina was swollen and loose, a gaping hole constantly leaking semen. Barbara's bare breasts were also covered in bite marks and marks from vigorous rubbing; her entire body was covered in the marks left by her rapist.
Vilcori was speechless with shock. She had never seen such a filthy, miserable woman. To her now, Barbara, who had clearly suffered inhuman torture and gang rape, looked even worse than the lowest, most wanton prostitutes!
Barbara, too, stared wide-eyed at Vilcori, feeling utterly ashamed that Vilcori had seen her in such a wretched state.
Vilcori looked at Barbara and suddenly realized she wasn't much better off. She was also naked, covered in sweat and filth, her face smeared with the filthy semen from the women's genitals, and reeking of a mixture of urine and sweat. A wave of sorrow washed over Vilcori; she felt she looked like a cheap prostitute!
"She's a real whore now, isn't she?!" Akan grabbed Barbara's hair, forcing Vilcori 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 clean those filthy bitches who serve my warriors! And of course, I’ll 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 bodies with her mouth and tongue made her 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 prostitutes!” Akan pointed to Barbara, who was tied to the bed. “Get this filthy bitch clean! Start with her face, and the bed too!”
Vercoli knelt between Barbara’s spread and bound legs, slowly lowering herself. She closed her eyes and began licking her colleague’s face, which was smeared with 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 the sticky semen off 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 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, aimed at the small fleshy hole behind her anus, and smoothly inserted his large penis without any resistance. 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, and reached in front of the female pilot with the other hand, grasping one of her large breasts and kneading it hard. 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 hard, 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, collecting the sticky filth with her mouth and tongue, 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 in agony, unable to bear it any longer. Her face was pressed tightly against Barbara's genitals, making even sucking difficult. Vilcori almost mechanically 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 like a tide into her anus. Vilcori felt utterly humiliated, having to lick the enemy's semen while enduring the enemy's cruel violation of her anus.
Barbara, constantly sucking and licking her sensitive areas, began to moan and writhe on the bed. Lying on the wet, sticky sheets, Barbara began to twist her buttocks, occasionally lifting them to chase Vilcori's tongue with her vagina. Barbara rubbed her genitals against Vilcori's face, trying to find satisfaction in Vilcori's tongue.
Above Barbara's face, Akan's thick, hard penis was forcing open Vilcori's anus, thrusting in and out of her plump, white buttocks. Akan pressed hard on Vilcori's wide buttocks, making her vulva almost touch Barbara's face. Barbara opened her eyes, slightly raised her head, and gently sucked around Vilcori's sensitive clitoris with her tongue.
Vilcori began to panic, noticing that her companion's vagina and surrounding area were visibly swollen and engorged. She heard Barbara moaning in a dazed voice.
"Oh... Vilcori, harder... please!..."
Barbara felt herself losing her mind, rubbing her hot vagina against Vilcori's face even harder, desperately wanting her to put her tongue inside and suck on her. Barbara tried to clamp Vilcori's head between her legs, bringing her mouth closer to her vagina, but the ropes binding her legs stopped her. Barbara could only passively wait for Vilcori 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 thrusting into Vilcori's already hot, fully open vagina. He felt immense pleasure; 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 while he raped Vilcori!
Alexander immediately picked up the wide belt and lashed it hard across the female pilot's bare, smooth back! Vilcori felt the belt strike her back heavily; with a dull thud, a burning pain shot through her, and she immediately screamed.
Akan watched as Alexander brutally and savagely whipped the captured woman, thrusting harder and harder while yelling,
"Squeeze your filthy ass tight! You're tasting the whip now, aren'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 was like Barbara, like 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 now!!"
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 Vercoli from thinking about what she was doing. With each heavy lash of the belt against her back and the powerful thrusts of Akan's penis into her anus, Vercoli began biting 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 tearing 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 was unbearable! 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 felt incredibly good to him, the comfort of being tightly enveloped by her full, strong buttocks almost making him 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 mouse with Barbara.
Barbara was caught off guard, only feeling a sharp pain. She screamed and instinctively bit Vilcori’s vulva with her teeth!
Alexander, who was wielding a belt and torturing Vilcori nearby, was stunned by the bizarre scene before him! 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, already covered in cruel welts.
Akan, drenched in sweat, gripped Vercoli's large buttocks, vigorously raping the female pilot, while the two captured women, panting heavily, grappled and screamed, biting each other, their mouths stained with each other's blood. Everyone looked like they'd gone mad!
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 for so long suddenly erupted. Her mouth was smeared with Barbara's slightly salty blood, and the pain from her lower body created an indescribable sensation.
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 at the same time, she felt her own body undergoing an uncontrollable change; her vulva, under Barbara's persistent tenderness, was already incredibly wet.
Barbara moaned with pleasure as she continued to gently suckle Vilcori's already overflowing vulva. Vilcori's fluids streamed down Barbara's face, and Barbara could clearly feel her friend reaching her limit. Barbara relentlessly sucked and teased Vilcori'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 their humiliation, immersed in each other's caresses. Vilcori's body trembled violently, collapsing limply onto Barbara, her large buttocks swaying from side to side with Barbara's sucking. Although Akan was still brutally raping her anus, this couldn't prevent Vilcori from reaching orgasm for the first time under the caresses of a woman.
Akan tried his best to hold back, but the intense lovemaking of the two women made him unable to endure it any longer. Akan's body swayed, and he finally ejaculated inside Vilcori's plump buttocks. He slowly withdrew from Vercoli's already swollen and red anus, watching the thick, white fluid slowly flow from the
small opening, dripping onto Barbara's softly weeping face below. Vercoli no longer sucked on Barbara's vagina so forcefully; she merely licked gently around it, consuming the fluid that kept flowing out.
Barbara did the same, gently caressing her friend's engorged vulva, collecting the copious fluid gushing from Vercoli's vagina with her tongue, even though it was mixed with Akan's semen, she ate it all.
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, screaming and crying as the men behind her brutally violated her anus. 　　Akan watched the video, lost in thought. When Vercoli was raped by the seventh man, 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 from the shadows that these mafia members have close ties to a group of Bosnian Serb militias led by a man named Akan. The mafia deals with them in arms and medicine, smuggles loot from the war, and even trades women captured during the war. That’s why I’m telling you. I believe the CIA must have intelligence on them.” 　　“Ah, very good. Ambassador, you’ve made a significant contribution to the country! Don’t tell anyone else about this; we don’t want to cause unnecessary trouble. Keep this tape; I want to study it. I won’t forget what you’ve done. This ambassadorial position will always be yours, as long as you wish. Don’t worry about Congress!” “ 　　Thank you, Mr. President. You know I’m a trustworthy person.” 　　=== ... 　　“Yes, I will begin 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 begin 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 much difference, after all, they’ve been there for three weeks. Opportunities like this don’t come around often, so I 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 slap on the head, and it’ll shut those guys in Congress up! Politics is sometimes like sex; timing
is
everything!” ===
... The only thing that worried him now was that he knew nothing about the buyer, but the middleman was reliable, and he assured Akan that he would keep his information a 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" 　　! 　　===
... 　　Even after three weeks of repeated gang rape and various forms of humiliation, Akan still felt that the proud blonde female pilot hadn't completely lost her self-respect. He was prepared to humiliate Vilcori completely and utterly break her spirit. He could sense a lingering defiance in Vilcori's eyes, which only strengthened Akan's resolve. Akan was aware of the close relationship between Vilcori and Barbara, and he decided to use this to completely subdue her. 　　Under Vilcori's terrified gaze, Akan skillfully used fishing line to bind Barbara's two nipples on her bare chest. He pulled on the fishing line, 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 talk to Vilcori. He told Vilcori his plans for the night and her role, 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, 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 something else on her body! When Alexander is done, your beautiful friend will be a monster! And all because you didn't listen to me!!" After 　　Akan finished speaking, Alexander began to threaten 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 them. Akan 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 objects; they only knew that Akan was capable of anything. 　　Vilcori glanced at the trembling, sobbing Barbara, terrified, and frantically shook her head, crying, "No, don't hurt her! I'll do whatever you say!" 　　Seeing that Vilcori was completely intimidated and 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 stand in front of a large mirror, letting her see her current shameless and degrading 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 thoroughly satisfied with verbally and mentally humiliating and defiling this American woman. Bosnian Nightmare (10) 　　Akan smiled at the dozen or so men standing around him. They were 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 "guests" 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. 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 beneath her naked body. She lay sideways on the table, her legs dangling over the long edge, her head resting on the other, her dark hair cascading down the edge. Barbara's buttocks, resting on the edge of the table, obscenely exposed her genitals. Her legs were bound with ropes and pulled wide apart, the other ends of the ropes tied to the legs of the table. 　　A man stood beside Barbara's head, casually tugging at her dark hair. Another man stood between Barbara's legs, which were bound and spread apart by ropes, fondling and fondling the female pilot's exposed lower body. The others waited casually in the room. 　　With a synchronized "ah!", the door opened, and Alexander, like a shepherd tending his flock, led Vilcori in. 　　Alexander held Vilcori by the nylon thread in his hand, the other end of which was tied to the female pilot's two exposed, dark red breasts. The nylon thread dug deeply into the base of Vilcori's nipples, causing them to swell obscenely, turning a cruel dark red from engorgement. 　　This time, Vilcori's hands were not bound; instead, she carried a silver-gray tray with a bottle of expensive Scotch whisky and a glass. Vilcori 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. 　　Vilcori had to keep pace with Alexander, or the nylon thread would tear her nipples. Before entering, Alexander had thoroughly ravaged the pilot's body to ensure her obedience. Forced to play the role of servant to the thugs who had raped her, Vilcori felt immense shame and disgust; her face was contorted with pain as she walked with her head down under the greedy, lewd stares of the surrounding mob. Barbara, bound to the pool table, also stared at the ceiling, unwilling to see her colleague and friend so humiliated and tortured by the enemy. 　　Barbara's face was already flushed with shame at Vilcori's predicament. Compared to Vilcori, her nakedness could even be considered elegant, for Vilcori's attire was almost like that of the lowest prostitute on the street!

In fact, Akan dressed Verkoli up 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. Verkoli's strong, long legs were covered in black fishnet stockings; she wasn't wearing a skirt, and the stockings were cut open at the slits, completely exposing her thick pubic hair and most of her full buttocks.
Verkoli wore a black sports jacket, braless, the narrow jacket open to reveal her unusually large breasts. Verkoli'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. Verkoli looked worse than even the lowest-class prostitute on the streets of Belgrade!
Following Akan's orders, Vilcori was led by Alexander through the Serbian mob like an exhibit. 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!
Vilcori did not try to resist; she only silently repeated in her heart, tears welling up in her eyes, "I must obey! I cannot anger them!" She simply lowered her head, humiliatedly following Alexander through the mob's greedy hands towards Akan.
Barbara watched sadly as Vilcori suffered this shameful humiliation; she could feel the men's lust slowly rising as the nylon thread tied to Vilcori's nipples was pulled closer to Akan.
Vercoli felt the men's bestial desires gradually enveloping her. The stench and strong tobacco smell emanating from these filthy men filled the room, making her feel utterly disgusted. Vercoli could only concentrate on the tray in her hands, silently enduring the filthy hands ravaging her half-naked body; she was terrified of dropping what she was holding.
Thus, in immense shame, Vercoli passed through the hands of countless men, maliciously led by Alexander towards Akan. Every painful step of the female pilot was recorded by the photographer, Dmitri. Finally, the blonde woman walked through the crowd to the flag, where Akan stood, a whip in his left hand.
Vercoli stood silently before Akan, her eyes filled with fear and submission, obediently pouring him a glass of wine. Then, following Akan's command, Vercoli knelt at his feet, her head bowed, too ashamed to look around.
Amidst the cheers of the surrounding men, Akan looked triumphantly at the female pilot kneeling at his feet, stroking Vercoli's beautiful blonde hair like a true conqueror treating a prisoner. Then, he commanded the proud pilot, now utterly subjugated, "Since you're a real whore, serve me like a real whore!" Vercoli,
terrified, glanced furtively at Barbara. When she saw Alexander standing beside Barbara with a knife in his hand, the female pilot's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Suppressing 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 trousers. Then, she carefully pulled out Akan's erect penis, grasping its base with both hands and gently stroking it. Next, Vercoli opened her lips and took the thick tip of his penis 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 men around her made her aware of what was going on. Vilcori was being defiled by Akan like a prostitute for her sake! This thought caused Barbara a sharp pain in her heart.
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. Vilcori tried her best to please the man before her, ignoring how shameful and degrading she was doing; she didn't even have the thought of resistance. Amidst the mocking and contemptuous gazes of the men around her, Vilcori slowly began to feel herself, like her current attire, becoming more and more like a real prostitute!
Now, Vilcori felt that no humiliation was unbearable; she obediently sucked Akan's penis like a slave, shamelessly trying to please him. As that thick, hard thing filled her mouth, Vilcori began to despair, feeling herself gradually degenerating into the shameless, degrading prostitute that Akan desired.
Vilcori endured the torment of shame in immense despair, her mouth sucking on Akan's penis with an unpleasant "slurping" sound, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, wetting the pilot's large breasts. The surroundings gradually quieted down; the sound of the ashamed pilot sucking on her opponent's penis and moaning softly could be heard. Vilcori had completely submitted.
Fortunately for Vilcori, Akan didn't last long under her skillful service. Akan, demonstrating how to enslave this strong, proud American pilot, was as immersed in the satisfaction of bringing his female opponent to her knees as his cheering subordinates. Everyone here had possessed this blonde pilot's mature and beautiful body, and none of them had lasted long with Vilcori either.
Akan began to feel his climax rapidly approaching, and he started thrusting 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 to command triumphantly: "Now dance for us, Vercoli! Dance that... what's that in your MTV, 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 and greedy eyes of the men around her, and the gleaming knife next to Barbara's nipple, and slowly began to sway to the rhythm. Vercoli tried to recall the dances she had danced at military parties before, and began to sway seductively in front of these rapists.
Vercoli's face, smeared with Akan's semen, burned with desire. Surrounded by countless lewd and contemptuous gazes, she writhed her almost naked body, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. 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 imprint of a shameless slut! She deeply loathed this feeling, yet was powerless to escape it.
The female pilot continued dancing before the mob. Vercoli's full, plump breasts hung heavily on her chest, her two delicate nipples, bound together with nylon thread, pitifully swollen and red. With each rhythmic sway of her hips and waist, her two snow-white breasts swayed seductively.
Under the flash of Akan's photographer, Vercoli's constantly writhing body emitted a bewitching 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 they would a bar hostess, their eyes filled with hunger and desire, staring intently at Vilcori's well-proportioned body, her lips painted with thick lipstick, and her full breasts that had been tortured.
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 naked like a cheap stripper.
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 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 sweaty, mature, and healthy body, sending out the most natural and primal sexual signals to everyone. The terrifying gazes around her filled Vercoli with fear. As they pressed closer, the dancing Vercoli frantically moved towards the edge of the pool table, her almost naked lower body pressed against the equally naked genitals of the bound Barbara! Vercoli felt despair, realizing she was falling into Akan's trap.
Akan, standing on the other side of the table, was very pleased. He saw tears of humiliation streaming from the eyes of this arrogant American woman, and tears of shame and pity flowing from the eyes of the black-haired girl bound to the table. 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, her shame equally laid bare before everyone. Vercoli was horrified by the changes in her body. She realized what the heavy swaying of her large breasts and the back-and-forth swaying of her large buttocks meant; sweat streamed down her chest, back, and thighs.
As Vercoli drew closer to Barbara, Akan's voice rang out again: "Show us how women in the U.S. Navy make love to each other!"
"My brave naval aviator, show us how American women can satisfy themselves without men! Lick this bitch, or I'll skin you alive with this whip! And then cut off her nipples for you to eat!!"
Just as Vercoli 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 Vercoli realize his authority. Vercoli watched in horror as Akan raised the whip and lashed it down hard, a striking red welt immediately appearing on Barbara's bare, snow-white chest, while the black-haired girl let out a painful scream!
When Akan raised the whip again, Vercoli almost cried out, "No!! Please don't!!"
At the same time, Vercoli immediately knelt down, burying her face in the strong-smelling thighs of her companion. Vercoli pressed her face against Barbara's vulva, almost urgently sucking, inhaling the scent emanating from Barbara's genitals, and forcefully licking her sensitive clitoris with her tongue. Vercoli held Barbara's legs down with her hands, pressing her thumbs against the labia of the bound woman's vulva, allowing her tongue to penetrate more easily into her vagina, licking the warm, soft flesh inside. Barbara quickly began to writhe and sway her hips in response.
Akan and his men enjoyed the shameless performance of the Western slut they had conquered. Akan lashed Vercoli's plump buttocks with his leather whip, encouraging her to perform even more vigorously.
Vercoli was completely immersed in her intimacy with Barbara, trying to penetrate as deeply as possible into Barbara's burning vulva, 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 incessantly 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 on the filthy pool table, 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 apart from 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 Vilcori's face.
A man walked between Vercoli's parted legs and easily inserted his penis into the warm, yielding vagina of the female pilot. 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's face with her tongue, and Barbara responded in kind, seemingly unconcerned about the strong smell of various secretions mixed on Vercoli's face. The two female pilots' bodies were treated like a buffet, freely consumed by Akan's men.
The first man didn't linger on Vercoli's body for long, but immediately a second man took over the female pilot's vagina, which was already slippery with semen. Barbara's rape lasted 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 swollen penis.
Vilcori, with one hand still on Barbara's chest and the other holding Akan's leg, began to obediently suck the bulging tip of his penis. At the same time, at Akan's prompting, Barbara turned her face and carefully licked the base of his thick penis. Akan watched with satisfaction as the two female pilots so obediently served his phallus.
Vilcori, her large buttocks raised, lay on the pool table, desperately sucking the tip of Akan's penis, feeling the hot shaft gradually swell in her mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe. Meanwhile, the man standing behind Vercoli was also pressing down on the female pilot's buttocks, thrusting forcefully into her vagina. The heavy impacts caused Vercoli's body to ache terribly from being attacked from both ends.
Barbara stared in disbelief as Vercoli was being raped in the mouth by Akan. His thick, large member savagely entered and exited Vercoli's drooling mouth, rubbing against her thickly painted, cheap lipstick-covered, and somewhat swollen lips. Vercoli's mouth, stuffed with Akan's penis, was wide open, emitting muffled whimpers as she desperately tried to breathe, her face flushed red.
Vercoli had now completely given up all resistance and hope, her mature, healthy body utterly surrendering to her enemies. She whimpered pitifully, twisting her plump buttocks to cooperate with the rapist behind her, enduring the thrusting of two large penises from both ends, hoping only to survive Akan and his men's cruel 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 who had succumbed to violence! At the same time, she felt her sweat-soaked body being torn apart by her opponent's penis. People kept ejaculating inside her, and new thugs would take over to continue the violence.
Just as Barbara felt she was about to be overwhelmed by her opponents' repeated ravaging, Akan pulled his large penis out of Vilcori's mouth and then shoved it into her half-open mouth! Barbara immediately felt her mouth being roughly filled, a burning sensation stinging her throat. Akan forcefully thrust his penis in and out of Barbara's mouth, making the poor girl feel as if she was suffocating, her eyes gradually losing their light. After
raping Barbara in her mouth for a while, Akan pulled it out and shoved it into Vilcori's mouth. He proudly took 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, thick semen immediately covering Barbara and Vilcori's faces and flowing into their hair.
Akan left the two women's faces, which were smeared with semen, and two of his men immediately took his place, inserting their penises into the swollen, ravaged mouths of Vilcori and Barbara. Meanwhile, Vilcori's attackers, who had been ravaging her from behind, had shifted their focus to her anus. The American woman's vagina was so thoroughly ravaged, not only filled with thick semen but also so loose it could no longer close. The female pilot's anus readily accepted the large penis; she was now too numb to offer any further resistance, simply allowing her enemies to simultaneously ravage her anus and mouth.
Barbara felt her body filled with her opponents' semen; her vagina was loosely open, and copious amounts of semen flowed out, running down her thighs and the edge of the pool table to the ground. Barbara's body was practically submerged in a swamp of semen and sweat. The muddy mixture had made a complete mess of her buttocks and the pool table beneath her back. 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 she endured the thrusting of her opponent's penis, her plump buttocks raised as she was violated by another man. The numbness and submission in Vilcori's eyes deeply wounded Barbara. She couldn't accept that even Vilcori had become a shameless whore! Completely defenseless against this brutal gang rape, so utterly submissive!
Akan stood nearby, watching with satisfaction as his men assaulted two female pilots whose wills had completely crumbled. He relished seeing the sticky semen smeared across the faces of these two arrogant women, their legs spread wide as they were wantonly violated by the men, their 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 Vilkoli's strong, mature, and sexy body obediently lie on the pool table, allowing her men to 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-esteem and pride had vanished.

The Bosnian Nightmare (XI)
The frenzied "banquet" had lasted 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 began cleaning Barbara's genitals with her mouth, while simultaneously another man was raping the female pilot's anus while holding 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 stripped off, her black fishnet stockings torn and clinging to her strong, slender legs. Her snow-white, plump buttocks were covered in finger marks, and her two orifices were still loosely open, constantly leaking white semen, making her thighs filthy. Vercoli's naked, voluptuous upper body was drenched in sweat, her large breasts covered in bruises, her nipples red and swollen from being bound by nylon thread. The female pilot's beautiful face was also smeared with semen, which trickled down her chin and neck, her blonde hair sticking slick to her forehead.
Akan stared viciously at Vercoli, whose previous 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! Vercoli immediately let out a scream, her body weakly twisting as she tried to escape.
“Let everyone see your best tricks, Alexander! Just like last time when we dealt with that Croatian bitch together!”
Akan then said to the writhing Vilcori, “Everyone here has had their turn, now it’s Alexander’s turn, you filthy bitch! But you won’t be tasting his big cock, you’ll taste something special, you’ll see it soon enough!!”
Akan ordered two of his men to grab Vilcori’s arms, supporting the weak pilot who could barely stand. Vilcori could only shake her head, begging them to stop torturing her. Akan, from behind, used his strong arms to strangle Vilcori’s neck, while Alexander slowly knelt between the pilot’s legs, which were forced to stand spread apart.
Alexander’s eyes were fixed on Vilcori’s ravaged, swollen, and everted vulva, the two thick, reddish-brown labia smeared with white filth. He first inserted one 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 flesh. Alexander paused for a moment, then inserted his entire hand, and slowly but 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 become very loose and slippery after countless rapes and abuses, it still couldn't 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 on camera. 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 sight of her naked body, gleaming with an obscene sheen, aroused Akan's desire once more. The two men grabbed Vilcori's arms, holding her up so Akan could free his hands to spread her plump buttocks and aim his large penis at her now-loose anus.
Because Alexander's fist was inside Vilcori's vagina, her anus had tightened again. Akan, holding his penis, exerted considerable effort and finally thrust it into the female pilot's body.
Vilcori, already dizzy from this horrific torture, struggled with her last ounce of strength against Alexander's fists and Akan's penis, her full body writhing weakly, her two enormous 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 the woman's anus. This strange experience gave Alexander great satisfaction, and he began to thrust back and forth in Vilcori's vagina even more cruelly.
Alexander could feel the unimaginable pain the 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 agony and despair, stood bent over, feeling Akan's penis thrusting rapidly in and out of her anus, while Alexander's fists seemed to fill her body. This horrific abuse robbed her of her last shred of courage to resist.
Alexander, while ravaging Vilcori with his fists, used his other hand to pull on the nylon string binding the pilot's nipples, tugging at the two swollen, bruised nipples. Akan, meanwhile, wrapped his hands around Vilcori's body, grasping her two large breasts, raping her anus while cruelly kneading the two full, soft mounds of flesh.
Vilcori felt like she was dying; her lower body burned with pain, and her abused breasts stabbed with needles. Lacking both the courage and strength to resist, and utterly unable to endure this inhuman torture, she finally broke down in tears. Vilcori began to fantasize that this was all just a nightmare, and that she might as well not have escaped the missile-struck plane at all!
Vilcori's feet, clad in those stiletto "Come Fuck Me" high heels, could no longer support her weight; her strong legs began to sway. Feeling she had reached her limit, the female pilot 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. His body trembled violently, and he ejaculated inside the beautiful female pilot 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 watchful eyes of the others, Alexander pumped his fist even harder and faster, then abruptly pulled it out of Vilcori's body. The two men holding Vilcori's arms released their grip, watching her naked body slowly slide down. The brutally violated female pilot gradually lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground. Meanwhile
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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 the time was sufficient. For Delta Force, 28 hours was enough to do anything, including eliminating all the enemy forces in the hotel who dared to resist.
The next morning, Akan watched as two naked, bound female pilots were led into a sturdy iron cage, and the truck carrying the cage quickly left 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 more pleasure and satisfaction than torturing, ravaging, and defiling this blonde American slut.
Akan comforted himself that as long as the war continued, he would constantly acquire new women, and overall, it was safer for him to be without those two American women, especially since he still had the videotapes of the torturing and gang-raping the two female pilots. 　　Akan was killed in the Delta Force attack the following morning, but the incident he orchestrated had a lasting impact on the Balkans. Akan's bodyguard
, 　　Alexander, survived that morning while escorting two female pilots to an intermediary, 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 with which they had previously been in contact. Having completed this final task, Alexander vanished completely from Bosnia and Herzegovina. 　　These videotapes, of course, included the one of General Milosevic raping Vilkoli, and a new war broke out in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Enraged, the American forces attacked almost all Serb fortresses, bombing them relentlessly and relentlessly pursuing the hidden "war criminal" General Milosevic. 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 encounter with Verkoli and Barbara led to a new conflict. Although nothing related to the two female pilots was found in the hotel on the morning of the rescue operation, given Akan's usual practice, it was conceivable that their bodies, like those of other victims, had been dumped deep in some mine. 　　Although official records listed Verkoli and Barbara as missing, everyone assumed they were 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 people in the U.S. Navy considered them extremely obscene, but many others—who inherently believed women were not their social class—liked them. This led to some terrible scandals. 　　The first scandal was a "teenage prank" at a military academy. 　　A withdrawn female cadet woke up one morning to find a black-and-white printout on her bedside table depicting 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 image was written: "This is what happens to you! Bitch!!" 　　A massive investigation ensued at the academy, but to no avail, and the girl subsequently dropped out. 　　The second scandal occurred at a special training camp in the Naval Air Force. This camp provided special training for male and female cadets—how to survive, escape, and resist in the brutality of war. The camp was 　　specifically designed to teach male and female cadets how to deal with rape and how to be raped. For the male cadets, they were required to accept the reality of female prisoners of war 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 instruction. They chose a tape depicting female pilot Vilkoli being gang-raped in a barn, repeatedly playing it in front of the cadets with audio narration. This was later exposed by two female cadets, who then took them to a military court.

Subsequently, media reports revealed incidents of "sexual abuse" against female cadets 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 might have been involved. Rumors even circulated that 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 infamous scandal occurred in the same flight squadron where Vilcori and Barbara had previously served, involving an all-male squadron.
The presence and popularity of the two female pilots initially led some to feel discriminated against and insulted. After Vercori and Barbara were captured, a secret underground club emerged within the squadron. 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 every night. 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 pressed her head down 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 slave's service, casually glanced around. His gaze quickly found its target: a strong, voluptuous blonde woman kneeling naked on the hard ground not far away, her smooth, supple skin reflecting a glossy sheen in 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, making it difficult for the blonde slave to breathe beneath her leather helmet. But the Sultan liked it this way. 　　Seeing the female slave's current state, no one would guess that she, and the dark-haired woman currently serving the Sultan orally, were once US Air Force pilots. They were American female pilots captured in Bosnia and Herzegovina about a year ago, officially declared missing—though many speculated they were dead. 　　After extensive training, the blonde woman could now kneel for extended periods, her hands cuffed behind her back. Two very full breasts hung heavily on the slave's bare chest, tiny gold rings pierced her nipples, linked by a thin chain, the small bells on the chain jingling occasionally with her heavy breathing. 　　The Sultan began to feel a change in his body, and he turned his gaze back to the dark-haired woman kneeling between his legs. Her head was buried between his thighs, diligently sucking on his increasingly hard penis, making wet, sucking sounds. After "arduous" training, the female slave's oral skills now satisfied the Sultan. 　　Now, the Sultan began to consider what tricks he would play with these two female slaves today. Since spending three million dollars to buy the 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, and conquering and dominating such an American woman gave him more satisfaction. The dark-haired woman was Sultan's pet; she was so docile and submissive that she had even learned to actively ask Sultan to whip her. The blonde woman was equally obedient, but Sultan still enjoyed punishing her frequently—cruelly whipping her or forcing her to kneel in the scorching sun. Sultan enjoyed seeing her suffer and derived pleasure from it. 　　Sultan unchained the chair leg and gestured for the dark-haired woman to lead her companion to the stone bench behind him. The dark-haired woman stood up, glistening with saliva, and slowly walked towards her companion. She gently tugged at the leather strap around the blonde woman's neck, saying nothing, knowing that her helmeted companion couldn't hear her. 　　The blonde female slave gracefully stood up. The black-haired woman, pulling on the chain around her chest, slowly led her to a stone chair, then pushed her down to sit. The black-haired woman automatically spread the blonde's long, slender legs and tied them to the chair legs, completely exposing the slave's lower body. 　　The black-haired woman then turned to look at the Sultan, her eyes filled with pleading. The Sultan smiled and nodded. The black-haired woman immediately knelt between the blonde's legs and began to carefully suck and lick her genitals, inserting her tongue into the blonde slave's vagina and anus, rotating and sucking the fluids that began to flow from her. 　　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 a candle and dripped a drop of wax onto the full breasts of the blonde female slave, who was immersed in pleasure. Because her face was covered by a veil, the slave was completely unaware of what was happening. As the scalding wax landed on her snow-white, plump breasts, her enormous mounds immediately trembled violently; the pain mixed with pleasure caused her body to shudder intensely. 　　The Sultan continued to drip wax onto the woman's two full breasts, causing bright red marks to bloom on her snow-white skin. Combined with the black-haired woman's gentle teasing, the slave's voluptuous, mature body writhed incessantly. The Sultan put down the candle and removed the large vibrator from the blonde woman's mouth. The woman immediately emitted seductive moans and whimpers. 　　The Sultan took a large, black, double-headed vibrator from a nearby shelf, told the black-haired slave to leave, and then inserted one end of the vibrator into the blonde woman's already soaked vagina. After a while, Sudan took out the vibrator, which was covered in the woman's secretions, and shoved one end into the blonde woman's mouth, which was groaning and sobbing.

Without the Sultan's command, the dark-haired woman automatically bent down and took the other end of the vibrator into her mouth, sucking on it carefully and diligently as if it were a real penis. At the same time, she spread her legs, and the Sultan inserted his fingers into the rounded opening between her full buttocks, stretching open the tight sphincter muscles and probing and rotating them inside the female slave's anus.
The dark-haired woman, following the Sultan's ministrations, twisted and swayed her full, white buttocks, gently rubbing her breasts against the blonde woman's large breasts. The blonde woman could only lie motionless in 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. She seemed to be riding on the blonde female slave's face, using the double-headed vibrator to penetrate her own vagina while simultaneously ravaging her companion's mouth. Soon, the woman was emitting heavy breaths and wanton moans, writhing her body ecstatically, moving her full hips up and down, the black vibrator sliding in and out between the two women's legs and mouths.
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 vagina, slowly inserting it.
The Sultan felt the woman's wet, tight vagina immediately grip his penis tightly; he felt incredibly good, immediately pressing down on the blonde woman's full thighs and thrusting forcefully. Meanwhile, under the dual assault of the vibrating dildo between the black-haired woman's crotch and the Sultan's penis, the blonde female slave immediately succumbed to incurable pleasure. Her voluptuous body writhed violently, her legs, bound to the stone chair, almost spasming with excitement.
The Sultan, not satisfied, took the candle. He 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 slaves' bodies intensified their reactions. The blonde woman's large breasts bounced incessantly, her large buttocks swaying 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 erupt into the mature and beautiful female slave'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 piercing scream, a stream of fluid spurted from the edge of the vibrator inserted into the black-haired woman's vagina!

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