"No." He said. "You are filthy, loose, and exhausted. I shall take my fill of you at a later time. For now, you can rest. Rashid, get her to the camp and clean her up. She's had enough for one night." the cabbie said. The "leader" who must be Rashid helped me to my feet. I was bewildered as I was led back outside, and back into the truck. I held the edge of it and asked the cabbie, in a quivering voice:
"Who are you?" He turned, and chuckled.
"That doesn't matter. But know this, you are alive right now for what you did back in the States. I've met so many rude, frigid bitches in that city that did know that they were being carted around by...well...nevermind. Suffice to say we had a plan for you for awhile, but you made a "lasting impression" so I altered the plan. Now relax. Arab nations are known for their hospitality, so enjoy it while it lasts." he said as he slapped the side of the truck.
It started with a rumble, and we took off. "While it lasts." I wondered what that meant. The other men, even the ones who had fucked me, didn't make eye contact. It was like it had never happened. Yet I was still naked, save for my stockings, in the back of a surplus truck; bounding down a mountain.
"Doctor?" I called out.
"Yes?" I sighed. He was back here.
"Can you sit beside me? I have a few things I want to ask." I said. The cold Afganistan weather hitting my naked flesh as we roared down the mountain and back to the plain below.
He shambled up to his feet and used the sides of the truck as support. I grimly smiled as he sat beside me. "Are you going to see if I'm okay when we get to camp?"
He looked over at me. "In the morning I'll give you a pregnancy test. Tonight, I'll check for bleeding and make sure you are properly hydrated since similar treatment is likely to be sustained for many days."
"Many days?" I asked, slumping against him. He tensed up, but eventually put his arm around my shoulders. "I'm cold." I said, sleepily. He reached over and pulled a thick wool blanket from a soldier who said something in Arabic. I felt it being draped over my shoulders. It was so warm...I pressed hard against him, and started to doze.
"Yes. Many days. Where we are going, there are many men who will want to fuck you, or make you fuck...something or someone." He said, cringing.
"Do I have to go?" I asked, my minding racing as my body wanted to sleep. What the fuck did "something" mean? He started to stroke my hair. I was almost unconscious when he said,
"We'll see what the Boss says tomorrow, after you bath." I drifted off then, and had the most disturbing nightmares. Being fucked by a 10 foot tall Arab with a Goat's head, surrounded by turban-wearing zombies who all wanted to eat my pussy and ass, etc.
I woke, and we were there. The camp was completely camoflaged by nets. It was half a dozen buildings at most. I was helped out by the doctor and pointed to a shower. I rubbed dried flakes of cum off of myself and clutched the blanket around me. "What about clothing?" I asked. The doctor shrugged. "Great." I thought.
I made my way to the shower. It was a rough design and the water was cold. I washed the sin from my skin, thinking of what had happened. Some...many...would be horrified by the experience. I admitted, at some level, that I'd wanted that to happen for years. I had taken the most dangerous assignments in the worst spots wearing the tightest, smallest clothes I could; and it had finally happened. I felt an urge, and warning rise.
"You are in an enemy camp as their prisoner now, Gwen. They decide what they are going to do, and whether you live or die..." I said to myself as the cum from half a dozen spiraled down the drain. "Don't kid yourself. You know what you are going to do." I said to myself, and walked out of the shower, the blanket draped lazily over my shoulders so my legs could scissor out, my beautiful breasts barely hidden as I walked back to the doctor.
"So, what's next?" I asked, canting my hip. He looked down, and grinned.
"Next, you meet the leader." He said, turning away to point. A loan tent stood at the edge of the camp. Two men were at my side.
I guess it was time to meet the leader. |