The New Islamic Revolution

In the morning, the rebel army stopped in the desert. They needed a break in order to conquer the city of Baruhm. The sleepy women were unloaded. The warm morning sunlight had awoken Victoria. She found herself tied up, unable to move. She saw the other women were also tied up, except Kunya, who remained motionless. A middle-aged man, wearing an old army outfit, walked among the women. Victoria didn’t recognize him; he seemed different from the regular soldiers. He approached her.

 

“You’ll need your shot.” He said vaguely.

 

Victoria looked at him expressionless.

 

The lieutenant, who always keeps an eye on the women, approached him.

 

“Doctor Abdul, what are you planning to do with these women?”

 

The doctor looked at Hasan.

 

“Not all the women, just this one.” He nodded towards Victoria.

 

Abdul Kadir thought of the studies he briefly attended at the University of El Faladim, only he didn’t finish his degree because he joined the Rebel Army. 

 

“She needs her shot.” The doctor told Hasan.

 

The lieutenant, not knowing anything about medicine, nodded it was ok. Abdul brought up a syringe from his coat. He looked at one of other women. He poked Kunya with it. The woman, lying dehydrated, didn’t move. She merely opened her eyes and closed them again. The doctor extracted blood from the limbless lady. After he was finished, he made sure the syringe didn’t contain air in it. Victoria looked intensely at him. When he brought the needle closer to her, she shivered. Hasan restrained the woman, despite she was tied up.

 

“This will make you invincible to diseases you might get.” The doctor said dryly.

 

Then he injected Victoria’s buttocks. The woman shivered and perspired, even in this heat.

 

“God knows what diseases Kunya might have. What happens if I don’t have the same blood type as her?” The poor girl wondered.

 

More soldiers were awake. Darim smiled as he approached the women. He immediately searched for Victoria. Then he saw the doctor and his lieutenant.

 

“Come on here,” Hasan said, friendly.

 

“Good morning, everybody!” Darim said, not forgetting what he did yesterday.

 

“Aren’t you in a cheery mood. Well, I’ll leave you to it.” Doctor noticed.

 

Abdul Kadir said goodbye and left them, on his way to inspect other soldiers who might require his services.

 

Darim looked at the blonde and immediately wanted to have to sex. Hasan saw his greedy eyes and stopped him preventively.

“You got to learn Darim, to control your feelings or else women will play with them” His mentor said.

 

As expected, his private stopped to listen to him.

 

“Now, a woman should do what a man pleases. Do you have some thought of what you want to do with her?” The lieutenant inquired.

 

Darim looked at Victoria almost drooling, but still he stood idly.

 

“Well?” Hasan demanded.

 

“I want to see those nipples stretched each day. Let the whore have real pain. Let her have her nipples stretched all the time, whether she likes it or not!” Darim said excitingly.

 

“Great idea!” Hasan said, feeling Darim’s sadistic nature “I recommend making her nipples hard before we stretched them, that way, her nipples will always be hard.”

 

Darim looked surprised; he didn’t understand what Hasan had said. The lieutenant ignored his surprised face. He looked at Victoria.

 

“What do you say, slut? Are you ready to get your nipples pierced?”

 

“I’m not a slut! I’ll bite your fingers if you try!” The woman said.

 

Hasan whistled and a man appeared. The new private was instructed to remove the woman’s bondage. The whore lay on her back and the private restrained her arms manually. A handkerchief was put firmly into her mouth. Darim restrained her legs, but looked at her intensely. Hasan wetted his fingers.

 

“Darim, if you want to get a woman’s nipples hard, wet your finger. Make slow circular motions around her nipple, sometimes touch the nipple briefly. It should get hard quickly.”

 

Darim watched Hasan. Victoria’s nipples went hard despite her trembling and muted resisting sounds. The private looks at her hard nipples.

 

“They looked swollen but they’re still gorgeous.” He informed Hasan.

 

The lieutenant looked around for something to pierce her nipples with, but found nothing. With his hand; he went through the desert sand and much to his surprise he discovered two rusty nails.

 

“Yes! We can pierce her with this!” He said enthusiastically.

 

“Is it safe?” His interested private inquired.

 

“Of course it is, the doctor gave her a shot, don’t you remember?”

 

Darim nodded agreeably.

 

Victoria looked at the rusty nails and tears came into her eyes. Fear overcame her, she didn’t want pierced nipples. She regretted never considering tetanus shots. She protested but the soldiers ignored her. They focused on her nipples. Hasan inserted a rusty nail horizontally into her left hard nipple. The woman cried more but her sounds were still ignored. She bled. Hasan and Darim switched sides. The private took the remaining nail. He looked at Victoria, he felt in control. He never twitched when he inserted the rusty nail into her nipple. Soon, she bled again. Darim stood up and looked at the whore. Proudly he said: “Isn’t that better?”

 

Instead of commenting Hasan said: “She’ll bleed from her vagina every month. It lasts on average for six days. But you can still fuck her of course.”

 

Darim, still impressed, took rope into his hands. Then he wound it around one of Victoria’s nipples. Only one complete winding was possible. The private couldn’t wait for tomorrow when he could try again. The woman’s nipples throbbed against the rope. It prickled deep into her skin. Her breathing increased dramatically. Her eyes were wide open. She slowly looked around. She saw the other women. She looked at Kunya.

 

The poor woman was almost unconscious. Her ribs were clearly visible. Her head was bald and some flies bothered her. Her skin looked dull and was no longer elastic. A couple of soldiers were having fun with her. She tried to moan but it lacked rhythm. A man came on her head. He caressed her, spreading the cum. Her scalp gleamed. The soldiers laughed at her.

 

“Maybe that will regrow your hairs, bitch!” A man said.

 

Another man came in her mouth. Once she was aware what it was, she swallowed it immediately. She ate anything that she could get hold of. Then another man was having anal intercourse with her. He removed his dick and put it into Kunya’s mouth. The woman, smelled faeces but she licked the man’s private parts clean despite her dry tongue.

 

“You like that, slut?” The soldier inquired.

 

Kunya, still too exhausted, didn’t hear him.

 

The private anally fingered her, after a while dried poop came out. The woman didn’t hesitate to lick the soldier’s fingers clean.

 

“Now for desert; a rolled pancake, made in Egypt.” He joked.

 

Kunya didn’t give it much thought; she swallowed whatever it was in her mouth. She might not get anything to eat for the rest of the day. While the soldiers amused themselves, the doctor reappeared.

 

“This woman needs water,” was his dry comment.

 

A soldier laughed and he showed his flaccid penis and started to pee the woman. He aimed for her head, breasts and her vagina. A few other men followed his example. Kunya tried to catch the pee in her mouth but most of the time she missed.  She kept trying though. It was hard for her to aim because she had to keep her eyes closed. Once in a while she fell over and then they put her back in position. Her body shone; it was soaking wet.

 

Victoria, who was watching from a distance, looked horrified. Not only couldn’t she believe what happened to Kunya, she also felt pain and her blood was dripping. Her hard stretched nipples didn’t feel comfortable. Her own nipples felt restrained between her body and the rusty nails. Despite the fact she knew it would hurt to take them out, she wanted to remove them. But Hasan and his men were still restraining her, waiting for her to pass out. Darim watched intensely.

 

“Darim,” said Hasan,”maybe we should teach the whore how to give a better blowjob. You only tried a regular blowjob.”

 

Darim tried his best to hide his surprised look. But his mentor noticed. Victoria’s handkerchief was removed.

 

To Victoria, the lieutenant said: “Suck Darim’s cock once more.”

 

The girl, still in shock, didn’t hear them.

 

Hasan reiterated his words but the girl still didn’t hear. He cursed and he wished he had found three nails.

 

“Darim, hit the slut.”

 

“But I-“, he broke off

 

“Hit her! You’re a man!”

 

Darim used all his strength to hit her convincingly.  Still, the woman didn’t react. Hasan left his position and cut her remaining pinky. The woman jerked and instinctively looked at her bleeding hand. Hasan took her arm and showed his blood drenched knife to her. Her eyes were either focused on the lieutenant or on the knife. Hasan repeated his words for the final time and she quickly started to suck Darim’s cock.

 

“Do it harder, infidel,” Hasan commented.

 

Soon Darim’s cock became hard; he smiled.

 

“Now Darim, let’s put her into position.”

 

The private didn’t understand but he was accustomed not to questioning orders. They put Victoria on her knees, spreading her legs quite a bit. She automatically leaned on the sand with her arms. Her hand and her nipples were still bleeding, although it had started to slow down. To get her attention, Hasan yanked the rope. Victoria screamed. Not only did her nipples get stretched more; it left red marks on her breasts as well.

 

“Whore,” he said, “now you’ll deep throat Darim.”

 

“I don’t want to-“

 

But Darim anticipated well and he inserted his penis before she could finish what she intended to say.

 

“Put your penis as deep as possible,” the lieutenant instructed.

 

“I can’t! There’s something in the way,” The private said panicking.

 

“That’s her throat resisting. You have to keep pushing it until you get through. Don’t give up now!”

 

At last, Darim succeeded. But he was unable to put his whole penis in her throat. The girl soon made gagging sounds.

 

“You’ve got to find the angle to insert your cock fully,” His lieutenant instructed.

 

Darim experimented and was able to insert his dick completely. He enjoyed his blowjob.

 

“Don’t think about cumming.”

 

But instead of Darim having an orgasm, she puked heavily. The private wanted to stop but Hasan nodded he must go on.

 

“The puke is good sign; it means you’ve a long penis. Just keep pounding her. Repeat until she stops puking. Some saliva might come out as well.”

 

The proud private continued. Indeed, the puke stopped like Hasan told him.

 

“Now comes the difficult part. You’ve got to pound as fast as possible; have a quick orgasm, remove your penis from her. Then forcefully close her mouth with your hands, pull her head backwards, so she automatically swallows your wad. It’s important to keep her mouth closed; she’ll try to cough and puke.” Hasan elaborated.

 

Darim excitingly obeyed. The girl made muted coughing sounds, she also tried to puke. But at the end she swallowed his sperm. The private released his hand. She gasped several times for air. The girl coughed, tried to puke but she was unsuccessful. The private lay down in the sand, his body was sweaty. He too, gasped for air. The sky was light blue, he loved it. His body still trembled. Hasan decided to give him some rest and privacy. He nodded all his privates to give Darim and the whore some privacy. Then he instructed them to find nails because it might damage the tires of jeeps and trucks. But he had other plans with the nails.