A Day in Occupied Iran

By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com

Synopsis:  About a successful joint US/UK invasion of Iran and the behavior of three American soldiers towards the local population, including a local Iranian girl and her mother.

Story:

It was a hot day in Tehran.  It was only weeks ago, that Iran defied the United States and Great Britain, making it another Iraq scenario.  Then the troops came.  It was no different from attacking and occupying Iran.  The Mullahs and the president were captured and sent to Hague. 

World News and CNN was covering this.  Everyone outside America still thought of Guantanamo Bay and mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners by US and UK forces,  especially about the case of Lyndie England, a young US cadet who made Iraqi male prisoners lie naked on top of each other, or give blow jobs to each other and even had one of them pulled on a leash, with her aggressively holding it. 

But in Tehran, the people were more defiant and this made matters worse for them. Many US Soldiers were actually from redneck and skinhead backgrounds.  The Iranian boys that showed no willingness to cooperate were hit on the head or even shot at.

But in one particular house, three American soldiers had taken over it. It was one of those old fashioned Middle eastern houses. The father of the house started attacking them but even one of the GIs was too strong for them.

The father was hit and had landed on the floor. The mother rushed to her side, offering and comfort and begged in her native language, “Please don’t hurt us. We didn’t do anything to you”.  His two daughters came.

They both wore hijab and were pretty looking, for Middle easterners. They both resembled the actresses Eliza Dushku and Fairuza Balk.

The three American soldiers were Eric, Mike and Paul.  Eric and Mike were both all American looking, over 6 foot 7 and were Blond.  They were even mistaken for Nazi soldiers by their own soldiers.  The other guy, Paul,  was a bit shorter and was an angry Brunet American.  He looked a lot like Lance Armstrong. 

Paul shut the door behind them and told the scared family, “No one is going to get hurt.  We just want you to cooperate, that’s all”.  Suddenly, a young boy comes out and starts attacking Mike. But because Mike was much taller and bigger than the boy, he just had to slap him. The boy stumbles over, next to his mother’s side. Both father and son were there, beaten and scared by the tall Americans. Their Persian Muslim pride had been stamped on.

The two daughters begged.  They could speak some English.  The one that looked like Fairuza Balk begged Mike, “Please don’t hurt them anymore. Please, we will do whatever you want.” Mike could see the fear in her eyes.

Mike looked to Eric.  Mike then put both hands on that girl’s shoulder and smiled “Look. I won’t hurt you or your family.” He looked to Eric and Eric smiled at the one who looked like Eliza Dushku, “take us to your rooms”.

The mother screamed, knowing what was going on, even if she didn’t understand English. Mike and Eric left with the two Brunettes, up to the bedrooms while Paul stayed down and had his gun towards the mother and her husband and son, “Just do as we say and everything will be fine”.

In the bedroom upstairs,  Mike took Fairuza (as we shall call her) and Eric took Eliza (cos she looks like her), to their separate bedrooms.

Mike followed Fairuza to her bedroom. He closed the door behind him.  She looked pretty. Mike asked her, “What’s your name?” She answered back, “Maria”. He smiled at her and then told her, “Maria, please take of your clothes”. Maria complied, fearing for her family’s safety. She was stood there naked. Mike was taking off his own clothes.

“Please get on your bed”, he said. It was more like an order. Maria did what she was told and had lied on top of it. He jumped on top of her. He shoved his All-American cock inside her Persian Muslim vagina and started fucking her.  She moaned, feeling guilty from the exciting by being raped by a GI, especially one who was white and Blond, her kind of guy actually.

He was fucking her and his sperm excitedly went inside. “Man, you are beautiful. You look nothing like the sand niggers I see in this fucking desert country”, Mike complimented. He was then kissing her neck and squeezing her breasts.

On the other bedroom, Eric was fucking the sister that looked like Eliza Dushku.  He was fucking her ass while twitching and pinching her nipples.  After he fucked her ass, he turned her over and then rammed his American Western cock against her Persian Middle Eastern pussy. He asked her to wrap her legs behind his back.  She too guiltily enjoyed it but she, like her sister, were good diplomats at saving lives.

She moaned, “Ahhhh Ahhh,” She then switched her tongue to Parsi, so he couldn’t understand her. She loved this rough treatment and blackmail, “Thank you God for letting me have sex with a Blond American G I”.

After both sisters had been fucked,  Mike and Eric went into that stage.  The two Muslim Brunettes they were fucking, did remind them of their two ex girlfriends who had left them, because they were being too nice to them.

Mike decided to tie Maria, in bondage. He then used her panties and shoved it between her teeth, so that she could not scream. He shouted at her (thinking Maria was his ex), “You fucking bitch, after all the things I did for you and how I had to pray to Jesus to liberate my agonizing nights.”

He slapped Maria hard so many times, that she started crying. She was truly helpless. He then took out his knife. Her Persian eyes widened up and she started trying to struggle and tried to get herself free. But he tied her good. He then cut off her tits, both her right and left one.  He caused her much BDSM pain and decapitation. She cried and her breast-less two biological holes spurted blood.

He left her to die slowly in pain, while he was carrying her two breasts around and he smiled at her dying corpse, “Just like the cow boys and Indians in those days”.

As for Eric and the one that looked like Eliza, he too tied her up in bondage. He also covered her mouth. But in her case, he shoved his knife up her cunt and her blood started spurting out like hell. She cried helplessly and no one could hear her cry.

He kept on shoving the knife until he finally lost it and cut off her tits too. She too would die slowly like her sister Maria.

Afterwards, both Eric and Mike came down the starts, carrying the two severed breasts of the young Persians sisters.  The mother saw and recognized it. the husband and son were who were wide awake, recognized it. The father and son lost it and they started charging at Mike and Eric but Paul shot them both. The mother saw and went frantic. Paul shot her too.

It was just another day in occupied Iran, no different from any nation that threatened America or one America militarily occupied.  When all three soldiers left the house, Mike and Eric started crying, realizing what they had just done. The other GIs didn’t care that they were holding severed breast on their hands. They both told Paul why they did it but he said, “Look. They are not those exes of yours.”

Mike and Eric then smiled. Their ex girlfriends were still alive and so when they got back to the USA, they could ring them and try their chances of hooking up again. Paul then added, “But don’t mention the breasts you just cut off”. Mike and Eric laughed, “Of course not”.

THE END