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To unravel, and the American forces prepare to withdraw. The result is the embolden of the Serbian factions seeking a renewal of the war. This story examines what happens when two of the American women now serving as combatants in those forces are caught in the middle of the developing conflict. Part 1 "That one looks like she will show some sport, eh Alexander. Let's see how far she gets." As the two men watched from the sheltering smoke enveloping the looted shell of what had been the town's largest free rape movi a young woman, clad in fas.
Hionably tight jeans and an expensive- and torn- T-shirt, bolted from the front door of the adjoining house into the street like the hunted animal she was. Her lithe, leggy figure seemed to fly deerlike across the cobblestones on her Nike running shoes She crossed the cobblestone street and had almost reached the beckoning alley when she made the mistake of breaking stride to look back. That was when the swiftest of her pursuers caught her, throwing away his automatic rifle to make a diving tackle. In seconds, three other uniformed men had reached the struggling pair. One of these grabbed her arms, holding them above her head, as the oldest man, their Sergeant, used his large knife to cut away the already torn T-shirt, slicing through the now soiled white of the shirt to expose her white lace bra. The bra disappeared next with a flick of his knife. Her Levi's required a longer strugg.
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Le before the knife had them in shreds. The young woman, a pretty, short haired brunette of perhaps twenty, was left naked, brutally stripped of her clothing except for her Nikes. Nude, she displayed a slim, well formed body just reaching womanhood, her skin pale and translucent like the finest porcelain. The terrified girl was rough.
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Ly forced onto her back as the men prepared to rape her under the terse directions of their Sergeant. One man stood by her head, his booted feet pinning her slender arms to the cold cobblestones as two of his companions grabbed her feet and forced open her long, shapely legs to display her shaven vagina. The trapped girl screamed frantically, her small breasts shaking enticingly as she struggled madly to free an arm or a leg. A constant "NO!" streamed out of her mouth as if she thought that words would protect her any more than the possession of the right clothes had protected her. Few words were exchanged between the men as they pinned the girl for the coming rape; they worked with an economy of words and motion born of frequent practice. There in the street, held spread.
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Eagle on the cold, muddy cobblestones, the trembling girl- silent now- waited to be raped. Above her the bearded, grinning Sergeant took his time shedding his free rape movi and web gear; he enjoyed the sight of the woman's fear and meant to prolong this moment. Despite the muttered urgings of his men to get on with it so they could have their turn, he lingered to play with the terrified girl. Opening his fly, he exposed his erect cock to the shaking, crying girl, telling her that soon she would find out.
What it felt like to be fucked by a real man...by a Serb. "GOD DAMN IT ZLATKO, YOU'RE SO SLOW IT WOULD SHAME THE DEVIL! FUCK THE BITCH! BUT KEEP HER TO TAKE BACK TO THE HOTEL. The Sergeant looked up in surprise at the words. It took his eyes a second to find the source of the voice in the smoke coming from the burning houses. Then he saw the tall, bearded figure clad in a pressed camouflage uniform standing with his smaller bodyguard by the corner of the burning building. As always, the sight of the man's cruel smile sent a jolt of fear through the Sergeant's usually dead emotions. "ARKAN!" "Fuck her, Zlatko! Do the little Moslem piglet. NOW!" The Sergeant obeyed.
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. He ordered his men to spread her legs more, painfully stretching them until her long, slim legs were almost parallel with her hips. Then, turning his fear of Arkan into a rage directed at the helpless girl, he fell upon her, forcing his way into her, impaling her on his erect cock. Once he had penetrated inside her warm form, he supported himself upon his arms and concentrated all his weight behind his cock's thrusts, pounding into the captive girl as she screamed and cried beneat.
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H him. In a moment he could feel her open up, surrendering to his intimate invasion. He sank deeper into her, forgetting Arkan, forgetting even his cheering men, as he savored the tight warmth of her vagina, slick with her warm blood. The bearded Sergeant locked eyes with the girl- stared down into her wide open, pain ridden eyes- as he rode her. He wanted to see her face as he emptied himself into her, planted a Serb's seed.
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