Taliban

Chapter 2

The Breaking of Sohaila and Meena, Power within the Taliban

Sohaila and Meena were brought to me after the morning session with Fatima. Things had changed with a strange sort of a speed once I was given rank within the organization. 4 advanced cameras on rollers staffed with professional class Egyptian cameramen now occupied the room as well as another cameraman with a hand-held camera. The Equipment in the room had been upgraded literally overnight as well. A high leather bench with telescoping legs allowing it to be secured at various heights, a hanging cage, an ancient iron maiden, a titanium and steel bondage chair, racks of whips, crops, cattle prods, clamps, and S&M gear graced a wall, a rack that must have been brought out of a castle dating back to the crusades was brought in as well as a hand carved whipping post and matching set of stocks that at one time I found out later belonged to a Bedouin prince, a racketing pulley had been added to the hanging chain to allow adjustment, an electrical "stimulation" panel, a cage full of snakes (what the hell would I need snakes for?) as well as other new toys. The mishmash of equipment as well as the cameras made for a tight fit indeed. It looked like the Taliban, not knowing what to get, picked up everything they could find. The respect the guards gave me increased beyond words. One day I was the foreign devil here to abuse their women, the next I was a respected commander be feared and catered to.

The girls had been partially sentenced before they reached me this time, which was fine with me as I always found those readings slightly annoying but remained untouched and to my anger still in the veils and shapeless dresses. These guards, many of whom had raped and sodomized Fatima on a near daily basis were still afraid to undress a subject without a direct order.

The girls wrists were bound with cotton cord behind their backs but were otherwise unsecured. My first suprise came when I moved towards Sohaila. The 5 cameramen sprung into action and the Taliban guards who brought them in snapped to ridged attention. The rolling cameras circled and weaved in like predatory wolves while the hand-held made a wide lazy circle around the room. For a moment the sudden activity threw me off, quickly regaining my stride I cut through Sohaila's dress and ripped her veil violently away, she had been given no undergarments and the cameras drank in every inch of her body. She possessed a olive skin tight from youth and unmarred by blemish, small pert breasts curved skywards tipped with dark long nipples, small of frame she possessed almost no hips and a small heartshaped ass that tapered down to colt-like legs. Her defiant face was that of someone born and raised with privilege. One of the guards smartly produced a clip board with several layers of paper. The Taliban had greatly improved on the amount of information made available to me. Sohaila, 20 years old, born to a powerful family had been given the best schooling, lived in the finest style and enjoyed the trappings of power. Her family had fallen out of grace when the Taliban took over the country and had gone deep into hiding, captured a week ago the rest of her family had been either executed or imprisoned. Sohaila's file also contained medical records, personality analysis, family affiliations and political beliefs. Also included were more specific instructions. Sohaila was to be treated with utmost cruelty as a lesson to her family and her families supporters. The Taliban did not want her broken slowly, they were more interested in the effect this time then in stretching things out to produce more film. She was to be given no mercy, while it was not ordered directly it was obvious they did not expect her to survive. I had never lost a subject, I consider it highly unprofessional, I am not about to start now. . She stood shaking though not sobbing nor pleading her head held high. "You have already been read your sentence, this is where you will serve your punishment until you are released at the Talibans pleasure or Allah grants you the mercy of death, there will be no other possibility"

As I moved on to Meena the guards once again produced a clipboard as I stripped her veil and clothing off. "NNNOOOOO!!!!!" She squirmed and sobbed trying to fall to her knees as the guards held her up.

Meena was a nineteen year old beauty, half Arabic and half Scottish, her dark hair was highlighted by fiery streaks of copper while bright green eyes offset her classic dark Arabic features, large full breasts heaving in terror, revealed cherry sized pale brown nipples, full flared hips framed a thick dark bush on a flat stomach. I moved behind her to gaze on her round sexy ass and long tapered legs, she was a beauty like few I had seen this close up.

I examined her paperwork. Her only real crime seemed to be her looks and the Scottish blood that flowed through her veins. Her father was a Scottish arms dealer who had helped supply the Afghani army during the war with Russia and had stayed on in the country, her mother the daughter of a sheep farmer. She had grown up strictly religious, nothing aside from her heritage and looks to indicate why she was here. The instructions were quite different for Meena She was to be violated over a length of time for the amusement of the cameras and then presented to the leadership as a slave, submission and training were paramount in the girls training.

The opening abuse of the girls would set the tone for much of the subjects stay here,. just as was done with Fatima. "Bring the shorter subject to the hanging chains, attach a spreader bar to her legs" I ordered. Guards moved to obey as camera rolled and zigged around the room. I could tell I was gonna hate these guards and camera men with every little fiber of myself. While the Guards bound the athletic looking girl I went and had a small talk with the cameramen. With a bit of reason, a bit of diplomacy and alot of threats the number of cameras to be used in sessions was peacefully agreed on at two rolling large cameras that were to be kept at a distance and the hand-held which could move with a bit more freedom, the other two men could operate the remote cameras or work editing as they wished.

Sohaila looked magnificent bound with her hands together and pulled high over her head by the chain forcing her onto her toes while the spreader bar opened her legs and sex up to the air and the stares of the assembled guards as well as the zooming cameras, the man with the hand-held even kneeled between her legs to get a close up shot. I selected a large knobbed dildo and a harness designed to keep it in place and moved to the hanging dark haired beauty. The cameraman, after seeing my previous "discussion" with his compatriots stared to back off a bit when I walked towards him. A quick motion of the hand gave the firm command for him to stay. Using my left hand I reached down and spread her pussy lips open for him to get a nice long shot of her pink cunt and small clit hood. While spreading her open with my left hand I reached into my coat pocked with my right-hand and bring out a modified "fig". A traditional fig is made for horses as a suppository using ginger to cause them to raise their tails for show. The modified fig, aside from being much bigger uses not only crystallized ginger but also a dried capsicum similar to the pepperspray carried by many police these days and a crystallized chemical made to produce sharp cramping waves of agony when absorbed. The whole thing was held together with a slightly sticky clay-like substance that acts much like alkaseltzer when exposed to any moister whatsoever, even a slight amount of sweat will cause the stuff to begin foaming and bubbling, producing large amounts of whitish foam and releasing the crystallized and powdered chemicals within. "Sohaila, this is to be the beginning of your punishment, what I am about to put inside you will sear and burn your traitorous little cunt. you may thank the Taliban for offering you this kind punishment. " I said mostly for the camera, in truth I hated most of these speeches, they just had no real emotion or truth to then and cheapened what was essentially a pure experience. I moved carefully bringing out the "fig" still wrapped in plastic. Unwrapping it I placed the fig just inside her spread open pussy I slowly forced the large dildo into her, ripping through her hymen . Tremors coursed through the young girls body as her viginity was torn away. The look of shock on the young Arabs girls face was priceless, with her hymen being torn before marriage her value had just plummeted in one swift thrust and her humiliation at being spread out so and ogled while it was happening to her was wonderful. I secured the harness around her waist to keep the invading rubber cock in place. She hung her head in defeat and pain not realizing that very soon the pain of having her virginity taken from her would soon be eclipsed by a far more serious agony.

The blood of her torn virginity provided all the liquid needed to start the fig working. Sohaila's head snapped up with her eyes wide, a perfect expression of suprise frozen for one perfect moment and then broken by an earsplitting scream as the bubbling foam began the burning itching cramping scouring of her stretched upon little cunt. Her tits bounced lewdly around her chest as she jumped stright up as much as she could with her limited movement. To begin her treatment I choose a long braided leather buggy whip. 24 kangaroo skin plaits of leather covered a 5 1/2 foot fiberglass springy shaft ending in a 3 foot tail tipped with a Teflon cracker designed to welt and cut skin with each stroke. I circled in front of the girl. She was just starting to feel the figs effect, shaking her hips desperatley in a futile attempt to dislodge the fire ripping into her. "AAAAIIIIEEEEEGGGGGAAAAARRRRRRRRIIIIIIIII" Her screams echoed in the chamber. Aiming the whip at her small bouncing tits I laid a quick cutting blow just above the nipple of her right tit. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSTOOOOPPPPPPPP!"

She screamed as the whip brought a crimson line of pain to her chest. The cutting strike of the buggy whip could break the skin is used right. The blow had not drawn blood but had come close, a distinct red weal would rise in a few moments but I didn't wait to see it appear. With lightning speed the tail struck again and again at the girls chest. The fiery cutting lashes cut into her upper stomach, chest and neck, even catching her face a few times as she writhed and screamed. The foam was starting to bubble up around the base of the dildo as her pussy started to lubricate itself out of irritation and protection. "UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" She screamed hoarsely as I slashed her legs and sides before coming up to slice her nipples with the buggy whip and snap the whip upward into her crotch on either side of the dildo. While the violation of Fatima has for the most part been a methodical process, the torture of Sohaila was fast and brutal, the lashes fall viciously on her small tits leaving them covered with crimson ribbons of pain. I moved behind her and lashed her body from ankles to the neck in quick biting lashes, concentrating on her pert ass and the inside of her thighs. The cameras circles and zoomed as the lashes and the fig brought the girl to the brink of insanity. Her hips bucked wildly back and forth trying to dislodge the agony in her pussy and escape the lash It became a dance, backing off when I could tell she was about to pass out and pressing forward when she recovered a bit, slowing down and speeding up the whip kept falling. after nearly an hour her convulsions took on a different character and I knew this first session was about to end. Increasing the blows bloody lashes sprung forth on her tits and upper thighs as she went into shock and slipped in to unconsciousness.

The treatment of Meena was to be a different affair. The Guards, who had stood mesmerized as Sohalia was tortured sprang to life as I ordered Meena dragged to the stocks and secured within. Struggling and fighting the whole way the sexy nude Muslim girl was forced to her knees, her head and arms thrust into the half circles of the lower board and locked in place as the upper board slid down , a bar swiveled up under her chin and locked in place, forcing her head up and her face straight ahead, her legs spread apart behind her and locked onto place by 2 set copper shackles , beautiful pieces really, hand made and engraved with reliefs of slave girls the shackles themselves may well have been worth thousands from an antique dealer. The position forced her head down and her ass up and splayed for use. nestled between the two demi-globes of the sexy girls ass was the smallest pinkish-red little bud of an asshole I believe I have ever seen. Originally I had planned to have her gang raped by the guards but quickly adjusted the idea. "Hamad, Sodomize the prisoner, be forceful, but careful not to tear her muscles or rupture her, do not orgasm inside her but instead pull out and finish in her mouth, the rest of you will then take your turns in the same manner". The only response from Meena was a faint whimper. Hammad stood behind the beautiful girl, the view was perfect, as yet unspoiled, she was a pristine sight to behold. I choose Hammad because of both his sadism and the girth of his cock, not the longest cock amongst the guards Hammad was blessed with the thickest. I was curious to see whether his penis, at least as thick as his forearm would ever fit in that very small ass without rupturing her. I sat back a fair distance away so I could take in the whole scene, waited for the cameras to get in place and gave the command to begin. Hammad tried to impale the girl with one stroke, but that wasn't about to work, his cock head dwarfed the tiny crinkle of her anus, for a good while I mused whether he would be able to even get it in her at all, for nearly a half hour he pushed and thrust while Meena squealed and begged, even promising to let him take her virginity or take him in her mouth if he would just stop. Three possibilities crossed my mind, he fail to get it in, he would succeed but rupture her, or he would get it in and nearly, but not rupture her, it was a dangerous game, the Taliban wanted this one as a slave, if she was ruined so quickly......I considered stopping him but instead simply sat back watching, suddenly the spinster ring of her ass dilated as the huge head slipped inside. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Meena's face went dead white as she let out a scream not human, her hands clutched and unclutched wildly as cramps rolled through her body tearing into her muscles and spasms of pain rocked her.

I watched for the flood of blood that would indicate a rupture, but the relatively small amount I saw did not indicate that. Meena bucked wildly as inch by inch of the guards cock slowly filled her ass and tore at her muscles. The young beauties eyes went wide and she suddenly stopped struggling, every muscle in her body went as ridged as steel cable, her back arches, her head popped up and she became pale white as the huge cock suddenly slipped all the way into her. There was this moment where everything stopped, like the eye of the storm, and then it broke. "AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed in the most inhman of voices as her ass fas stretched and filled to just before the point of tearing apart. The pain of the invasion had driven her to the very core of herself, she was as an animal now, knowing only endless pain and fear and violation, as the guard pulled slowly out and began to slowly fuck her tiny ass, her sanity was being shattered, it was glorious.

(To Be Continued)