Rape in afghan4 by spitfiredhoni94
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Refer to part one for the introduction. Kehalis had been lying awake for hours after assigning the guard, straining to hear any noise from the adjacent room where the Arab had taken the blonde American pilot. However, the loud snores of the weary men sleeping nearby drowned out any potential sounds.
The only indication of activity in the room was the soft glow of the lantern peeking beneath the blanket that the Arab had draped over the door.
Once he was certain the others were asleep, he cautiously peeked inside the room. All he could see was the American woman quietly kneeling beside the Arab’s bed. In the dimness of the cave, he found himself unable to sleep, clutching Cathy’s gloves to his face, her scent evoking memories of her.
He was consumed by thoughts of what actions to take.
This was no easy dilemma; he needed to balance his longing for the woman against his obligations to his Mullah. Kehalis realized he could not return to the strictly male environment of the Mullah’s madrassa while accompanied by a woman, especially not an infidel who belonged to his enemy’s army, even if, by some divine will, she had become a slave through jihad.
This possibility terrified him, as the Mullah’s household was the only home he had ever known. Yet, he couldn’t shake the memories of the infidel Captain’s body beneath his hands, her golden hair, warmth, fragrance, and captivating beauty. Kehalis remained awake until he finally heard the screams he had been fearing.
Before the other men could react, Kehalis was up and at the door, brushing aside the blanket to stare at the scene within.
The sight of the dark man mounting the naked American woman froze him in place. He could not move; he could not even raise the AK he held clenched in his right hand.
He could only stare at the nude body on the sleeping platform, her arms and legs held underneath her body, reducing the captive woman to an agony filled face and an apparently limbless female torso, Cathy’s pale nude body was vivid in the dim lantern light in contrast to the shadows around her and the black form of the Arab on top of her.
Frozen in place by the sight of Cathy being raped, Kehalis watched the Arab thrust again and again into the helpless woman, battering her bound body with his cock as she fought back against him, her body struggling underneath him, screams pouring out of the red “O” of her lips. Kehalis was struck by the beauty displayed before him, by the femininity of Cathy’s nude form as she fought frantically for her lost virtue.
He stared at her breasts, their twin red tips swaying erotically in time with the thrusts of the man’s cock. In his eyes, her blonde hair formed a golden halo around that pain filled face, making Cathy appear almost angelic, an impression reinforced by the ethereal paleness of her body.
Kehalis wanted to stop this, to save the beautiful woman being ravaged before his eyes; but, at the same time, he wanted even more to see her brutally taken, to see her nude body ravaged by a man, even if that man was the Arab. So he stood and watched, ashamed but at the same time unable to do anything else. He was only dimly aware of the other men crowding around him to watch Cathy’s rape with him.
It was the sounds of Cathy’s moans that filled his ears, not their crude, laughing comments as they cheered the Arab on. It was only after the grinning Arab had pulled out and turned toward him that the spell was broken. Kehalis was pushed into the room as the men behind him hurried to respond to the man’s beckoning gesture, hurrying to get a closer look at the naked, blonde American, the signs of her rape still running from her open cunt.
Swept along by the other men, Kehalis suddenly found himself face to face with the Arab. That brought him to a stop as the other men flowed around him to form a half circle around Cathy as she lay semi-conscious on her back, her raped and bound body, the stuff men’s dreams are made of, drawing them irresistibly to her.
The Arab held up his hands in a gesture to restrain the men before they simply swarmed over the helplessly bound woman.
” Kehalis, tell them to be patient.
In the name of God, most gracious, most merciful, I promise that all will enjoy this female slave of mine. All will share in the prize that God has given us. Tell them this.”
Kehalis did as the Arab commanded, his words prompting a cheer from the men around him. At this point, Kehalis was too confused by this turn of events to even think of using his position as translator to betray the Arab.
He felt sick at his stomach at the prospect of seeing “his” blonde American defiled by men he had grown up with, had know all his life. In his mind he had never considered this prospect; he had thought the Arab his only rival. The Arab’s next words confused him even more.
” And you, Kehalis, shall be first. I bestow this honor upon you, my loyal lieutenant.
But first, let me prepare her to receive you.”
As Kehalis watched in puzzlement, the Arab flipped Cathy over so that she lay on her stomach and breasts, her bound thighs and lower legs half way off the platform, her face to the wall, out of his sight.
What Kehalis now saw was a mass of blonde hair , her strong arms, cruelly bound together at the wrists and elbows arching her back and emphasizing Cathy‘s well muscled back, and below them her taunt buttocks, the wrinkled star of Cathy’s anus clearly visible between her two round ass cheeks. The grinning Arab patted Cathy’s round butt possessively as he said:
” I know you prefer boys, Kehalis. She will be closer to your .. desires this way. You can take her like you would take a boy..
here.. in the ass. ”
Kehalis stared at him for a long moment. Truthfully, he wanted the woman’s ass; seeing her like this with her round ass and strong back displayed , aroused him. Not as a boy would, but as a woman, a woman unlike any he had ever experienced, one strong and still feminine. But despite the man’s smiles, he knew the Arab’s gift was a thinly veiled insult.
Though his culture readily accepted that a man could find satisfaction with a boy, the Arab still looked down upon him for seeking the company of boys just as he did for his poor Arabic and his provincialism. Keahlis lusted for revenge for these insults. He was a Pashtoon. Revenge for an insult real or imagined was the highest law of his people. Kehalis was very aware of the rifle resting heavily in his right hand.
He wanted nothing so much at this moment as to raise the muzzle into the Arab’s grinning face and empty the entire magazine into him. But Kehalis was equally aware of the Arab’s right hand as it casually rested on the hilt of the large knife on his belt Standing as they did within arm‘s reach of each other, the knife was the more dangerous weapon. Nor could he look for help now from his tribesmen. Their attention was on the woman.