Sarah was taken to the main English army base on the Manchester/Cheshire border area, she wasn’t aware of this due to the powerful knock out gas used to subdue the freedom fighters. She was placed in an Armoured Personnel Carrier converted to a “Billy Truck,” a prisoner support vehicle and transferred to a cell on arrival at the base. Later she awoke unsure what had happened, where her friends were or where she was. Her head hurt like never before, like the morning after a big party having drunk a bottle of ‘shine and then some. Had she been to a party? What had they been celebrating? The building of the trike? Yes, that must be it! Hell, my head hurts she thought, wondering why it was dark and she couldn’t see, was it still dark? Where they at Red and Gunny’s flat? Had the generator failed? She couldn’t hear it, anyone else’s snores or heavy breathing after drinking all that illegal booze, something wasn’t right here but she didn’t know what. Her head hurt, one hell of a hangover, she knew that and she was tired, so tired, slowly she shut her eyes and drifted away into sleep, deeper and deeper.
Images flashed in her dream, flashes of something but what? Noise of some kind, people’s faces appearing one at a time before her mind’s eye, one, then another, moving so quickly it became a kaleidoscope of smashing images all swirling, diving and shifting like snowflakes before her vision, surreal…
It ended, another dream came to her, a nightmare of putrid realities, her body shook in an almost epileptic fit, her limbs convulsed in time with phantom images attacking her mind and she frothed at the mouth, rabid dog style. She screamed while asleep, a nerve ending body popping break dancing screaming unhinged dervish, for how long she didn’t know. It seemed to last forever, the twelve inch mix went on for a fucking week…
The door opened and a light came on, jerking Sarah awake. She twitched and screamed in shock, unsure of anything, the light on the back of the door darted around her watery unfocused eyes. Why was it there and not on the ceiling? How odd.
Captain Alun Cook stood in the doorway with two armed soldiers. He ordered them to leave, came in and shut the door; he carried something – a bucket.
Water? I need a drink Sarah thought, is it for me? A small army satchel balanced out the bucket, what was it for?
He walked over to where Sarah was on the floor, alone and defenceless. Placing the items down, he knelt beside her and looked at her with his deep evil crystal like eyes.
She recognised him for whom and what he was right then and backed away to the corner.
He remained still for ten long minutes looking at her, this lovely young lady before him. He smiled and laughed the laugh of a mad man. He grabbed Sarah’s arm and she tried to slap him, he blocked this dragging her towards him, closer and closer until a finger thickness parted their faces.
She shut her eyes. He kissed her, she bit him hard and tasted blood. He slapped her, bit her back. She cried but this encouraged him more, animal noises came from his chest, as he took off his uniform then placed it neatly on the floor. He wasn’t naked; he wore a pink short summer dress and red tights and suspenders. Sarah screamed. This couldn’t be happening! No fuckin’ way!
A bulge appeared in Captain Cocksucker’s crotch making the pretty summer dress look wrong. He approached Sarah, picked her up, slapped her when she wouldn’t stand, forcibly stripped her ripping and tearing her clothes off. Her dirty sweaty body drove him crazy. He ripped off her underwear and smelt it, jumped up and down buzzing like fuck.
Reaching for the bucket he got a wet sponge and wiped Sarah’s pussy, before putting two fingers up. Pushing her to the floor he finger fucked her to get her moist, her body hungrily wanted him as she went into shock, another finger up her tight cunt made her bleed before she came.
A really hard big penis twitched in anticipation, he inserted this up her hungry pussy and raped her, making animal noises while thrusting all the way up her and shot his spunk into her most private place. His orgasm made him go insane, his nails clawed her face, tits, legs and arms, unleashing blood from many wicked wounds. Cocksucker had the nails of a woman and raping instinct of a psychopath.
Withdrawing his penis, he wiped it on the sponge and opened his satchel, taking out an old Polaroid camera. Clicking it on, he took 36 photos of the delirious girl before him at all angles; sordid dirty perverted images for his men. They could share in the taste of victory and celebrate the culture of the English army. Sarah was the six hundred and fifty ninth bitch he had raped. He didn’t keep count of the men he raped it wasn’t good sportsmanship. As each pic whirred out of the camera he let it dry and placed it in a folder he got from the satchel. Opening the door he gave the folder of porn to one of the waiting soldiers so he could take it to his mates and have a laugh.
Taking a thirty millimetre cannon shell from the satchel, he wiped it with the sponge and opened Sarah’s legs, stroking her smooth milky white thighs before putting the shell slowly up her cunt. Just an inch to relax her pussy, gently in and out, fucking her with the shell, further up until the six inch length was all the way up, to the brass shell case. He turned it round and played with her clitoris to make her cum, her body moaned and bucked like a row boat in a summer storm, she arched her back and came.
He matched her movements with gentle thrusts of the shell, the best dildo she ever had. This made Cocksucker hard again. He wanked his cock with one hand as the other used the shell to fuck Sarah senseless. He spunked up on her left leg, wiping it in like massage oil and onto her open lips. She tried to bite him but he slapped her and mounted her and held her tight, rubbing his cock on her thighs, on the shell still up her cunt and onto her toned belly.
Finishing his act, Captain Alun Cook left the cell and let the remaining guard have his way with her; he had a thing about arses, so he bum fucked her with Lube 2000 from the satchel. He never stripped, just undid his zip and away he went till he was done…
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