In 1942, the Japanese captured a small island on which the auxiliary airfield of the United States Air Force was located. Among the other prisoners was captured sixteen assistant barmaid Irene Gillian.

When Irene regained consciousness, she found herself again completely naked tied to a prison bed. From the first interrogation, when with one of the bestial smiles, one thing after another was removed from her, carefully feeling, inspecting and pinching her body, she was completely naked. She had already come to terms with nudity, but the pain between her legs was excruciating. Yesterday, Sergeant Hoyku, who was appointed by the colonel responsible for prisoners, took her to the barracks, introduced two dozens of soldiers and allowed her to do whatever they wanted with her. At first they grabbed her and pinched her breasts, thighs, pubic hair, then laid them out on the table, spread her legs to the limit and studied the female anatomy for a long time, pushed her labia apart, thrust her fingers into her, pulled her nipples and clit. And then they took turns raping her, first one at a time, and then several at once — simultaneously in the vagina, in the anus, and in the mouth.

The most embarrassing thing was that Irene let down her own body - how she didn’t stick, many times the sensations that came up were so strong that she ended up - her face reddened, her nipples swelled, she began to sweep the soldiers who were raping her with a crotch, and moans broke out of her mouth enjoyment. The soldiers then laughed together, applauded and patted her chest, stomach, buttocks.

Several times she lost consciousness. Then they poured a bucket of water on it, put it in a different position, and it all started all over again. And at the end of the day, when the soldiers no longer wanted her, they invented a new entertainment - by turns they thrust members into her mouth and urinated, and she had to swallow it. If Irene did not have time and something was poured on the floor, she was beaten on the cheeks, on the chest. After that, she was all covered with sperm and urine. Iren didn’t have the strength to stand on his feet and wash himself, they put her on the parade ground in front of the barracks and, turning her legs over, splashed out with a hose.

It is not clear why - with her. After all, she does not know any secrets. Maybe they made a mistake? Maybe all these tortures were intended for a real partisan, and not for a young girl?

God, it hurts between your legs! And the right breast - in the evening they came up with another entertainment - firmly tightened her chest with a rope and drove Irene across the barracks like a little dog, from time to time forcing her to pull out her ass, pushing her buttocks and vagina - they spat there, beat them with their feet, thrust the bottles and forced so walk on the fun of the audience. Then he was ordered to lie down on the floor, kick up his legs and masturbate, stroking his clit.

God, it hurts! Irene could not stand it and moaned. And as if in response to her moan, she heard the latch creaking and the sound of the key being turned. The camera was blinding.

“This room is not as comfortable as your past barracks, isn't it Miss?” - smiled Sergeant Hoyku, - Ok, girl. Today you will have to be a little rude.

“In ... you must help me ...” she gasped, “you are a soldier, sir.” Please, you cannot fail to see what they are doing to me.

- Why "I can not", of course I can. They break you off and at the same time become completely indifferent to the cries of the interrogated women. On the contrary, today we will work for you, ”Hoyk grinned.

“Today, I want to show you a specially designed rape machine, called the GRAND.”

Gillian opened her mouth in horror.

The sergeant explained that of the women captured on the island, she was the first to test the TOMBAND (“our soldiers liked you very much”) and that the procedure would last six hours.

“You will experience all his opportunities,” he said, “I bet you didn’t expect a wedding date with a car.”And you know, for some reason, none of the female prisoners reacted with love to our TERRIBLE. A meeting with him turned them into an exhausted, gasping, screaming and swaying jelly.

- No ... oh, sir, no, pleaseaaaa ...

“Or maybe you will like it that you will be used as raw material,” Hoyk grinned.

Irene shook her head frantically. Her short hair stood on end.

“We will break you, my dear.” Talking with a GRADGE will make you stop time after time.

Gillian closed her mouth. Naked, with her thighs fully apart and her vagina open, she no longer looked cheeky. Now the rebel in her was broken.

The sergeant leaned over and hit the girl in the face. She lay sprawled in front of him and he saw the spasm of disgust that ran through her body.

“Don't look at me so glum,” he said, twisting her left nipple.

- Oh, saeer, well, pohaaaaaluista ...

She got on the other cheek and now Hoyka squeezed her fingers with all her might and began to twist her right nipple, patting the vagina open to him.

- I think it would be good to beat you a little bit in front of our guests. You could entertain them, for the first time in your life, jumping on the ROHER. Enough, come on!

Tears filled Irene's eyes. How helpless, how vulnerable she was! Only to a man like Hoyk could this be pleasant. - Silently crying, the girl came out of the cell and went after her jailer.

TURTLE was placed in a small outhouse next to the parade ground. There was nothing but the car itself, the chair, and two large mirrors. This was done so that all those present, and even women placed on the ROUGHER, could see in detail the entire process of rape and their complete degradation.

Two officers were standing in the room talking about something. The sergeant stretched out and reported to them, pointing to Gillian. The officers burst out laughing. Then one of them grabbed her chest, feeling hard pressed, and pulled her nipple. Another stretched his hand between her legs, twirled hairs a little and climbed into the vagina. Hoyku closed the door and hoisted Irene.

“And now we will fix you,” said the sergeant firmly.

Gillian began to cry when his hands grabbed her. The day started badly, but it got worse. Under the instructions Hoyku she climbed onto the platform of the machine.

STALLY was arranged quite simply. The prisoner to be raped was placed on her knees in two channels made of soft black foam rubber, after which her legs were tied up. The channels were made movable so that the hips of the girls could be moved apart to the limit, and both the supervisor and the woman herself could control the movement of these channels. Her hands were pulled forward, and each wrist was riveted to a separate stand. After that, the machine was transferred to working condition.

The platform could be raised or lowered at the request of the audience for a better view. Like spurs, two screws were fastened to it, onto which artificial members were mounted. These members could be used one at a time or simultaneously and moved back and forth at the pace set by the operator.

“I’ll give you special lessons today,” he said, chaining the girl’s arms, securing her hips and spreading her legs as far as possible. - You get it in both holes. To start with a lubricant, and then with an irritant.

Gillian shivered with fear and silently sobbed. She already understood that asking for something was completely useless. What will be will be.

Hoiku opened a small locker, where a lot of rubber artificial members were placed in special sockets, and after some deliberation he chose two of them.

“This one,” he showed her a cock 6 inches long and one inch in diameter, “for your ass, and this one, bigger,” he held out to her another one and a half inches thick and 9 inches long, “for your front end.” Oh, how are you ...