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(Tara is a successful Foreign Correspondent in Kabul. She experienced some near death experiences and now is living life to the fullest, freed of many of her inhibitions. While engaged in a four-way with special-ops friends she receives a call to cover a braking story in Yemen. She flies to Italy for a one day hookup with her best friend Carla and is now flying to Yemen to cover a revolution there.)
(Tara arrived in Yemen and had an interesting one night romance. The following day she went to the main square to cover the revolution only to be swept away from her crew by the crowds. She ended up at a fountain where she was tormented in front of the crowd by group of men dressed in black. She was exposed to the crowd, tormented, raped and then finally carried off hanging by a flag pole to a corner of the square where a flat bed truck with a crane awaited her.)
Tara stood on the truck, there was no where to go. Her plans had gone terribly wrong. She had not begged yet but now she started to plead. She needed to survive this ordeal, to live, to get to the next phase. She faced death by torture and the mob.
The men in black stood around her as she got down on her knees begging for mercy. Their leader raised his hands for the crowd to quiet down. Not a sound could be heard except for the bitch Tara begging for mercy.
“PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THINGS I HAVE SAID ABOUT YOUR COUNTRY. I AM SORRY TO EVERYONE. SHOW ME SOME MERCY. PLEASE DO NOT TORTURE ME MORE. I CAN’T TAKE A CANING. PLEASE, LET ME SHOW YOU I MEAN IT. PLEASE. SAVE ME FROM THIS.”
Tara had become a sniveling begging bitch. She was crying, pleading with her captors. A line began to form and the first man from the crowd stepped up. “Shut up, stop crying and start sucking.” Tara began to give the man a blow job in front of the crowd. Several other men stood around the back of her so the crowd could still see and began to jerk-off. Cum started to shoot over Tara’s head and drip down over her body.
Men jacked off on her even as she was sucking. She grasped for dicks desperately trying to avoid further torture.
Tara was filled with terror, humiliation. She had been sucking cock begging hoping for mercy for a half hour but it seemed like forever. She was covered with sticky cum dripping over her body. She hoped, hope against hope, that this would satisfy the crowd. Instead the opposite was happening. They felt no pity, just increased lust. The noise of the crowd became louder. The leaders dressed in black became aware the crowd mood was becoming tense realizing things were reaching a boiling point.
. The chant started up.
“CANE HER – CANE HER – CANE HER – CANE HER – CANE HER CNE HER.”
The leader of the men in Black took a bull horn and shouted over the crowd.
“This Whore of a Westerner begs for your mercy. The lowly pig wants your forgiveness.”
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO” . The crowd chanted. Suddenly Tara’s arms were tied behind her back with a length of chain at her wrists and then again at her shoulders. A chain was hooked to the chain at her wrists and she was hoisted slowly by the crane on the bed of the truck.
The men in black tied a concrete block to each of her ankles and she was raised up high off the ground so the crowd could see her. Tara was in terrible pain from the weights. Any struggle made the pain worst. She no longer begged. She knew her fate was sealed. Two step ladders were placed on each side of her.
Two men in black mounted the ladders with wooden caning rods. The leader announced his judgment.
“THE WHORE WILL BE GIVEN 100 LASHES WITH THE CANE. THEN SHE WILL BE DROPPED SO HER LIMBS WILL SEPARATE. WE WILL TURN HER OVER TO THE CROWD FOR THEIR PLEASURE.”
The crowd knew what would happen then , she would be fucked, abused and beaten by the crowd until she was finally pulled apart. A huge cheer went up followed by silence.
The executioner gave the order to the caners ‘BEGIN”. Tara waited for the first blow. Nothing happened.
The pain on her arms was terrible. The wait was even worse. Tara was beyond any hope. She wanted it to be over but her tormenters, her torturers were patient.
Tara hung in the fading light, her blonde hair was stringy with the cum of countless men. He body glistened with cum. Her body was exposed to a crowd of crazed men driven by sex and hatred. It was a terrible silence. Tara screamed, “Do it you Bastards, You cowards.” She called the pigs, Satans, any name she could think of to get them to finish the job, to bring her suffering to an end.
Suddenly she heard the woosh of the cane and she flinched but there was no contact. They were just teasing her. The crowd erupted in laughter. Suddenly, without warning a cane lashed out across her ass. Tara screamed with the searing pain. All along her butt the flesh quivered. Then before she could recover came another blow on her abdomen. Quickly two more hits, on her breasts and the on the front of her legs and another on her ass. As the cane ripped into her cum soaked body, cum splattered through the air.
The cane delivers the searing pain of the original impact followed by the continual pain of lacerated flesh.
Only five, Tara thought, how could she survive? She was desperate, she did not want to but she began to beg, to cry, screaming for them to stop.
Hanging above the crowd Tara hung helpless, stretched out, barley able to struggle with the cement blocks weighing her down. The red welts appeared where the cane had hit. As more caning would occur the welts would turn bloody. She hung painfully by her arms behind her back, screaming for mercy, begging them to kill her.
The crowd was not in a hurry. They had watched her on TV reporting so falsely about their country. Now the worthless piece of trash, the pig reporter, was getting what was coming to her. Another hit from the cane hit her ass, now another, there was a quick tempo of ten hits. Blood began to trickle down where the skin had been torn completely away. Tara’s body was quivering as the muscles retched involuntarily.
Yet there were only 15 out of 100 lashes. “Rip her ass apart.” Commanded the leader. The caners started a slow steady caning of her ass. Her ass rippled with each hit. He body quivered. Blood and cum splattered. Hit after hit ripped across her butt. At 15 the caning stopped. Tara had now endured 30 hits and her ass was a bloody mess. Tara was dropped down from the crane. The chains were removed and she lay on the floor of the truck trying to crawl away. The men in black watched laughed as the pathetic bitch tried to crawl away. Tara was draped over a wall made of a row of cement blocks and volunteers were taken from the crowd.
A big brawny brute of a man emerged from the crowd. Moving behind Tara laying almost motionless on the cement blocks he placed his hands on her bloody butt and then raised them showing the blood of the tortured bitch. He then wiped his hands over his bearded face and again put his hands on Tara’s ass. He wiped her blood over his chest and raised his hands to the cheering crowd.
“Fuck the Whore – Fuck the Whore – Fuck the Whore.” The crowd chanted
To the cheers of the crowd he began to fuck the almost limp body. Tara could only muster faint groans.
She lay on rough concrete blocks on the top of a flat bed truck. The leader of the men in black threw a caning rod to the brute fucking her. “Use this, a few canings will wake her up.” Taking the cane in one hand, holding her ass with the other he brought down a heavy lash across Tara’s back. She sprung back to life with a loud cry.
She began to struggle twisting and turning as he brought another lash down on her back. “Fucking Whore, stay still for your punishment.” Tara struggling for her life, managed to pull almost rolling off the blocks.
The brute grabbed her by hair holding her place. “Bitch, I gonna fuck you one way the other. Stay still.
He fucked her like the piece of shit he thought she was. He had her by the hair with one hand, pushing down on her ass with another while fucking her like a bull. “Fucking Whore, stay still!!!” Finally done, he grabbed her by the hair and held her standing in front of the cheering crowd.
“LOOK AT THE BLONDE BITCH NOW” “TIME FOR SOME MORE CANING.”
Tara has suffered terribly but no damage to vital organs. She had more life left to torture. The men in black took her again back to the crane on the truck and wrapped chains around her ankles. They hoisted her up and tied chains to arms above the elbow and attached the chains to concrete blocks lifting her up so her head was level with their heads. The slapped her face and spit on her ,yelling and screaming at her.
“You only have 35 lashes, 65 more to go.”
Tar was suspended above the crowd hung by her feet with chains from the crane. He legs were spread and cement blocks weighed her down attached to her arms.
The crowd wanted more blood. They wanted Tara dead, nothing less would do.
36 – a lash cross the inside of her thigh, her leg muscles quivered in pain.
37 – across her breasts making them wobble with the blow.
38 – again across the inside of her spread thighs.
39 – on the butt, her back arching away
40 - on her belly.
“MORE MORE MORE. “ screamed the crowd. “Cane the Pussy. Cane the pussy.”
Hanging upside down legs spread, her pussy was a inviting target. The caners waited, while the crowd egged them on, chanting for them to cane her most sensitive area. With a man in front and behind her they laid their canes across her pussy lips, teasing her, tormenting her.
“Ready for some pussy whipping, Whore?” “We are going to enjoy.” Slowly they continued to torment her rubbing their canes across her pussy lips. “You know what this is going to feel like.”
Tara twisted and turned, frantic knowing what was coming.
41 – the cane sliced through the air landing squarely between her legs. Tara let out a terrible scream twisting and pulling. There was terrible pain to her arms with the weights, almost overcoming the pain to her now reddened pussy.
42- Tara had almost no time to recover when the second caner behind her let loose with another strike between her legs
43-44 Two more hits and Tara was limp, barley conscious. The crowd was screaming for more. They want to cane her, to bring her down and fuck her.
“CANE HER – CANE HER – GIVE HER TO US – FUCK HER” Everyone wanted to see her red cunt fucked.
Suddenly there was a large explosion. Smoke filled the air. Grenade and machine gun fire was could be heard from helicopters overhead. The sounds of emergency vehicles filled the square. There was a mad panic to exit the square trampling the wounded and dead.
(To Be Continued)
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