A Nurse's Nightmare [DeRe & Celebstars]

[DeRe]

The red broken land along the Kenyan/Somali border was a barren place, usually reserved for hunters or scavengers of both animal and human kind. But as the situation had deteriorated in Somalia over the years, a refugee camp had grown from the hard rock like the acacia trees which abounded in the area. It had been named Tumaini, from the Swahili word for hope. This had become a cruel irony as the multitudes arrived, and the supposedly temporary tent camp became a wretched permanent city of misery and apathy. It now numbered nearly a thousand desperate folk, scattered among habitation of plastic and canvas, scratching for a new life among the refuse and dust.

In among the hardly locals was a very small band of foreigners committed to improving things. The UN and the US Peace Corps both maintained small operations; the former with a few hassled Nigerian peacekeepers, the latter with a modest medical base. Despite the overwhelming difficulties they faced they had begun to make life more bearable at Tumaini, and won the grudging respect of the wary and exhausted people they tended.

This little ray of light in an otherwise gloomy sky was not welcomed by all. A local cadre of Somali militiamen from Al-Shabaab ran some operations from the camp, including slavery and drug-smuggling. The fact the camp was a Christian outfit irritated them immensely and they had brooded for weeks on what reprisals to take. In the end, they decided the abduction and murder of the most popular foreign medical staff would send a very clear message to the refugees about who was in charge here.

Another scorching dusty day faded away, the neon blue sky seeming to catch alight as the scarlet-colored clouds billowed across it. Activity in the camp was quietening down as families prepared the evening meal and everyone sheltered from the oncoming chill of the night. Only a few campfires and lamplights flickered in the deepening velvet darkness of the oncoming night. They were visible as blinking pinpoints to the four militiamen approaching the camp in speedy silence. Each was heavily armed and prepared for a shootout, but their main goal was only a quick snatch-and-run. They made their way through the tents like shadows, meeting their secret contact in his tent on the edge of the camp.

Muktar had been a doctor in Mogadishu once, long along. But that had all been blown away like the dust. Now he was forced to help the far-less qualified Westerners who ran the clinic in this cursed hellhole. His dreams of success and heading his own hospital were long gone and he was deeply bitter for it. Worst of all, he was forced to be an orderly and servant for an American woman who was barely half his age - and not even a proper doctor. As a fundamentalist (and fiercely hypocritical) Muslim he was appalled to be helping the unfaithful. The outrage burned him every day, hotter than the sun he was usually toiling in. The scorching lust he felt for the pretty blond and the guilt it fired in him multiplied things even more. Eventually he decided to make contacts with a cousin in Al-Shabaab, and offer to hand the foreigners over to them in exchange for a false identity and passage to Nairobi. They eagerly complied, and now Muktar found himself facing the four cruel-faced terrorists in his tent.

 

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Emilie had been looking after the baby all day, keeping it in the shade of a tent and making sure it was fed and changed regularly. A new couple had arrived at the camp, a wife and husband with their baby son. They were seeking shelter and finding the camp was like a gift sent from God.

As the day came to an end, Emilie was making one last check on the new arrivals. All seemed well and she waved goodbye before making her way to her own tent. It was rather big, even bigger than some shacks or homes. Opening the entrance with a pull of the zip, she walked inside and closed it back up before walking to her table. There was a set of matches on a table and Emilie wasted no time in lighting one as she lit a lantern up to make the space glow brightly.

Seeing as she would have no more work for herself tonight, she took off her top and laid it across the back of her chair before she sat on it. Sitting in a white bra and beige combat pants, the blonde started to read some letters from her home. She missed her family greatly and knew she would see them soon in a few months when her time had finished here. Around her neck was a gold chain, a cross hung at the end of it showing her religious beliefs.

After re-reading her letters from her family, Emilie decided it was time to go to bed. Opposite her desk lay a sleeping bag which kept her warm in the cold nights. Pulling her pants off and resting them on the chair with her top, the woman climbed in to her sleeping bag in her white underwear and zipped herself in nice and tight. The lantern kept on burning brightly as the girl slept.

 

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Few words were exchanged among the hawk-faced thugs. Naturally laconic men of action they had little time for courtesies or a complicated plan. They quickly drunk down the proffered traditional mint tea, with Muktar feeling himself almost as much as hostage as an ally as they routinely waved their weapons in his direction. He was relieved when they finally nodded readiness, and he led them out of the tent into the inky gloom of the camp. Everything seemed so sharp and clear to him, as the adrenalin heightened his senses intently. For weeks he had been fantasizing about snatching Emilie, and now that its fulfillment was barely a few minutes away he was almost shivering in nervous excitement.

Their feet padded softly over the sand as Muktar led them through the camp. The night's silence was punctuated only by lowered, distant voices and the dry barking of far-off hyenas. No moon hung above and the canopy of stars was like a dazzling sequin carpet. Moving purposefully the gang went unnoticed among the tents, barely recognizable as shadows.

When they found Emilie's tent, Muktar went inside with two of the men while the other two remained outside. The trio were almost enraptured at the sight of the sleeping girl, her soft blonde hair like an angelic halo in her pillow. For a moment it was like an enchantment. They drank in her sweet, definitely foreign scent and the homely little items dotted around the tent. Muktar was the first to come around, almost maddened by the thoughts of what he was going to do to her. Both the other men then held her body and legs down while Muktar covered her face, quickly grabbed a nearby sock and shoved it into her mouth as a gag. She was immediately wide awake, but panic froze her and she could barely struggle anyway. Working fast the men then pulled her from the sleeping bag and bound her wrists and ankles with twine they had brought. All checking with their comrades outside that it was safe, Muktar hefted Emilie over his shoulder and the group ran for the edge of the camp. He could feel her lithe young body, supple and luscious, in his grip. Holding her in a fireman's carry, he groped and kneaded her tight little butt as they ran.

 

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As soon as the hand went over her face, Emilie woke up immediately and tried to scream. Her piercing eyes looked around frantically at all the men in the tent, wondering what it is they wanted from her. With her mouth forced open to take a sock, she was gagged and her screams became muffed and distant as she was pulled out of her sleeping back in her underwear. Throwing her arms and legs about she was then tied at her wrists and her ankles before being thrown over his shoulder. Now outside in the cool air of the night, she was whacking her tied hands against his upper back. Emilie was fearful of what was going on, her heart was beating three times the normal rate as she passed through the camp.

How could anyone not see what was going on, a kidnapping happening right outside people's tents and no one noticed. Squirming in her gag, she felt his hand groping her soft ass in her underwear. Kicking her legs out, or at least trying to because they were bound, she wanted to make it as hard as possible for him.

 

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The trio paced speedily towards the battered Toyota technical they had arrived in, which was hidden in copse of acadia trees just beyond the camp. The only sounds where their ragged urgent breaths, the crunching of stones underfoot, and Emilie's muffled cries. Two of them piled into the front as Muktar and the other pair climbed into the flatbed. With a cough of blue diesel smoke the dust-covered truck hurtled forward into the desert night.

Emilie was thrown face-down, the throb of the engine shuddering threw her body. Muktar, half-maddened by lust and intoxicated by her vanilla scent, pulled off her panties with one hard tug. Her bright white backside seemed to shine in the deep gloom. Slowly he inserted his thumb into her ass, stretching and popping it as drool streamed across his unshaven chin. He grabbed a fistful of her soft blond hair in his other hand and pulled it back as hard as he could.

Removing his thumb he pulled out his long, thin and extremely hard cock out of this grubby trousers. Keeping her hair held tight in his fist, he placed the other on the small of her back and forced himself into her tiny asshole, throwing the full force of his weight into a long, slow push. The other two men watched on in amusement as he penetrated her so roughly it tore Emilie deep inside. Once his meat had slithered in to the hilt, he began to assrape her with small, fast thrusts, pounding her into the dust of the flatbed.

 

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Emilie had a briefing before she arrived at the camp on possible hostile situations and kidnappings. To her knowledge all they would want is some money in exchange for her release, something that constantly happened in these parts. That didn't stop her fearing for her life however and Emilie continued to scream and moan through the sock in her mouth as she was laid down on to her stomach in the back of the truck. The engine roared in a silent hum so it wouldn't wake up any other people before the tires rolled on to the sandy rocks below and drove away. Emilie had her face buried in to the makeshift bed which was just a few blankets with were covered in sand and filth. The panties which hugged her ass nice and tightly soon sprung off with the pull of his hand, the material squirmed under the pressure, even ripping slightly as it made it's way down to her bound ankles. With her feet tied together, the panties had to sit there at the bottom of her ankles whilst he poked a thumb in to her ass, making her hole open up for him.

Emilie had never done anal before, and just by the movements of his thumb she knew why. It hurt as he stretched it open the best he could, trying to make it work an opening for his much larger cock a few moments later.

Something unexpected happened now which caused her to yelp in pain. His spare hand wrapped around her silky golden hair before pulling on it hard and making her head sit up to look at the two men in front, one driving and the other in the passenger seat. Feeling the warmth of his head poke at her ass, missing the target a few times Emilie then felt her ass cave in as he pushed deeply inside of her, submerging himself before finding the energy to start thrusting.

From the front view, her face looked like it had been shredded by tears and pain. Biting down on to the sock, she clenched her teeth as she cried out loudly, the sock not preventing her screams from leaving her mouth.

 

[DeRe]

The technical bounced and flew across the rough-hewn desert terrain like a leaping rabbit. Omar and Nasir, the two militia in the back, had to hold on tightly as they were thrown about like cargo Muktar, his full force pinning Emile down, was able to keep in place more securely. But as he simultaneously thrust deep into her ass while yanking viciously on her hair, the pair of them did slide around on the filthy blankets. The speeding vehicle made it all the more brutal for Emilie as Muktar's thrusts and hairpulling were strengthened by the impetus of the rough ride.

He could feel her tear inside as he destroyed her tiny and extremely tight ass. Every muscle in his lithe and wiry body strained with the force of the pounding rape and pinning the writhing Emilie in place. Muktar could smell the incense-soaked night air competing with the choking diesel of the technical, before burying his face again in her scented hair and inhaling the intoxicating fragrance. Sweat poured from him in a glowing sheen, but the desert was rapidly growing cold as darkness fell, and the rushing wind chilled him despite his vigorous exertions. After some ten minutes of animalistic anger, Muktar finally came with a long, low groan.

The journey became smoother now as the technical finally reached a lonely dirt road and began to follow it. Muktar rolled off Emilie and shuffled to the side of the truck's bed, suddenly embarrassed about his obviously exposed and erect cock in front of the brutal-looking militiamen. But they paid him no heed, instead they fell upon the sobbing girl like vultures on a carcass. After bickering for a minute about who got which end, they rolled her onto her side. Omar forced his way into her ass, delivering a series of slow and deep strokes slithering his meat in as far as possible. Nasir grabbed both of Emile's breasts for leverage as he took forced his way into her dry, tight little pussy. Muktar, still stupefied from his own efforts, looked on with a satisfied grin. He locked eyes with Emilie and winked at her cheerfully.

 

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It wasn't something that Emilie could get used to over time. The pain of his pulsing cock pushing in and out of her ass was enough to make her wish she could just die. Moaning in to the gag and trying to break her bounds amongst her wrists, she made the twine burn in to her skin and make it more painful. Judging by his rhythm's of fucking her and her experience with men she gathered by his slowing thrusts he was getting close to pouring his seed in to her. Sobbing wildly, her cheeks were stained with tear drops and the sock in her mouth was soaking up the moisture. In the torn hell hole of her ass, she felt this warm current flow in to her, spraying on to her walls and over the rips before he pulled out and rolled over.

When it was over, she couldn't help but cry more, wondering what she had done to deserve this. Emilie immediately thought of god, wondering why he would punish her this way when she had done nothing but good in her life. With her eyes firmly on the front, she flinched when she felt hands on her arms, rolling her on to her side where she saw the laying rapist who had abused her ass. Hearing zippers, she closed her eyes and felt another cock enter her ass whilst a pair of hands groped at her bra covered breasts to gain leverage in to her pussy. Her neatly trimmed bush above her pussy seemed to amuse the man who was going at her ass as he felt over the hairs.

Making eye contact with her eyes to Muktar, his wink made her feel disgusted as she gave him a dirty look whilst being fucked by two cocks.

 

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Both the militiamen finished quickly, exhilarated and overwhelmed by their first time ever with a white woman. Scrambling to the side of the trailer, they congratulated each other raucously on this unique triumph. Muktar rolled the naked and bound Emile onto her back, wiping off cum and her tears with a grubby cloth he pulled from his pocket. With his other hand he vicious fingered her, prodding and deep and painfully as he could. "Not long now, princess!" he roared over the engine. Seeing the cross glinting around her neck, he yanked it off with one hard tug and pocketed it, all the while grinning evilly at her.

Just as he said, the technical finally rolled to a halt a few minutes later. The silence was defending, as the dark endless desert night seemed to swallow them all whole. Muktar and the militiamen dragged the struggling Emilie of the the truck and threw her down into the thick carpet of red dust on the ground. The other two men, who had been in the cab the whole time watching the spectacle through the whole time, came out in urgent annoyance and demanded their share of Emilie's battered body. Muktar's dared not protest anyway, especially as they waved their Kalashnikovs in his direction. The driver and his friend then brought Emilie up to her hands and knees, the driver in front cupping her chin as his cold eyes drilled deep into her pleading ones. Then they spit-roasted her, their cocks thrust fast and firm down her throat and into her ravaged pussy.

Muktar went over to a nearby tent, the only obvious habitation in the area. In fact it hid an entrance to an underground compound the size of a small mansion. The other two militiamen stayed to watch and cheer their comrades.

 

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Emilie had never taken two cocks at once before and she felt rather slutty because of it even though she couldn't help it or stop it. The poor girl had cried so much that she had no more tears left to cry and just had to endure the torture they had given her until they grew tired. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Emilie was happy they had stopped, maybe this was all over now, they cold just throw her off the truck and in to the sand below now they had had their way with her. Now being rolled on to her back by Muktar, Emilie's pale face and eyes watched in surrender as he wiped her tears from her face and then any cum that was leaking from her holes. "Ugh!" The girl moaned, feeling his finger force in to her pussy and toying with it like she was just a ragdoll. It seemed this nightmare was going to last longer than she thought. One thing Emilie hated more was his yanking of her necklace, this clearly ran deeper than just some girl they wanted to fuck, he didn't like her faith.

Being picked up, with her panties still around her ankles, Emilie was thrown on to her stomach and bra covered chest. Her cheek on her let side got covered in dirty sand and she moaned at the fact it had grazed her skin. When the sock and gag was pulled out from her mouth, Emilie pleaded with the driver so was holding her chin. "Please don't!" She begged, her eyes just filled with water as she could no longer cry. It fell on deaf ears however as her mouth was forced open wildly and his cock plunged to the depths of her throat making her choke. As if there wasn't anything else to surprise her with, Emilie felt another man grab hold of her ass cheeks and start to fuck her pussy.

It seemed the nightmare had only just begun.

 

[DeRe]

Holding aside the tent flap, Muktar suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle. Freezing for a moment, he relaxed slowly as the old militiaman inside the tent lowered it after recognizing him. By Allah, I hate dealing with these triggerhappy bastards, he thought. Swallowing his adrenalin and anger, he tersely told the old man that he had Yemeni's package, and needed to be taken to him. Pausing for a moment in natural wariness, the man then threw back a mat to reveal a ladder leading down and gestured for Muktar to use it.

Heading into the underground compound was already a nerve-wracking experience for him, but on this occasion Muktar are almost physically ill from tension. More guards received him at the bottom of the ladder, and led him through the cool, stone-lined tunnels until reaching the 'office' of Nazour al-Yemeni, the local terrorist boss. Behind his back, the obese thug was generally called "Jabba" by his mocking soldiers. But in person was more than terrifying, and he was the man Muktar had to negotiate with for the sale of Emilie.

In a corner of the room, kept in a small dog cage, was another blond American woman. FOX news journalist Maggie Grace had headed out to this area a month ago, on a special project to earn her name as a foreign correspondent. As far as the world knew she had her team had been killed by a landmine, but in fact Maggie had survived and was now a playful of the same terrorist boss she had come to condemn.

Back in the surface, the rape of Emilie continued in an almost matter-of-fact way. Their abuse of the weeping, writhing girl was perfunctory and rough, as if they were beating a dog. When the men finally finished, they hogtied her and left her there in the dark and the dust, lying between the truck and the tent. Meanwhile they walked some feet away and began to prepare a campfire and meal, ignoring Emilie completely.

 

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The cage was tiny and unbearable, Maggie couldn't move at all and had to stay crouched on her hands and knees for long hours. The only time she was allowed out was to service either Yemeni or "Jabba" with the latter seemingly smitten with her. He was the only one who was respectful of Maggie when his boss wasn't looking. There were times when he would feed her, help give her some water which she was thankful for yet he didn't think twice about abusing her mouth, a hole of hers that he preferred. In one of their alone moments, when Yemeni was outside, he revealed to Maggie that she was his first love, how she took his virginity. It was no surprise given his obese size, people were more frightened of him because he was big and wouldn't want to mess with him. His 'love' for her was more terrifying than any torture and he seemed to act more like a stalker than anything else.

Looking at Muktar from the cage, she recognised the man as a doctor from a local camp. She couldn't understand why he was here and she dare not speak or say anything and looked in another direction, pretending not to listen.

Emilie was outside and laying on the floor tired as the men left her limp body and decided to make a campfire outside the secluded tent. With her hands tied behind her back and to her ankles, she couldn't move and just rested her head on the dirt below. Cum was leaking out the corner of her mouth, just drooling like saliva just as it was from her pussy. Each hole had been used superbly leaving her feeling abused.

 

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With no proper ventilation the air in Yemeni's little dungeon was fetid and heavy. It almost choked Muktar, despite the fact he was well used to such repellent places. In the harsh light of the bright swinging lightbulbs, everything was rendered in stark shades, the shadows hanging heavy outside their sizzling glow. After adjusting to the harsh contrast, Muktar crouched down in front of Yemeni and issued forth a string of courtesies and formal welcomes.

"Fuck up!" grunted the guttural ogre. "You have the Christian girl, yes? The gold-haired one you tell me about?" Yemeni's beady eyes seemed to flickered wildly in the weird light. "Everything is prepared, you better be to!"

"Y-yes sir," said Muktar, trying to control his pounding pulse. "She's up top."

"Go set up the fucking camera gear then, we have a show to put on!" His snarling voice echoed in the tight confines of the room. Looking over at Maggie, he drooled "You going to have a big story to cover now. We going to kill one of your people and film it too. You get to present whole thing!" Chortling at his own perverse humour, Yemeni then bellowed to some of his guards, making Muktar flinch and bang his head on the low ceiling as he got up. Yemeni ordered the guards to take Maggie to the surface and they dragged her behind Muktar as the group left the bunker.

On the surface, the militiamen had laid out what appeared to Emilie to be a life-size cross. They were laughing and chatting in the darkness, obviously excited about something. Several bonfires burned now, and the inky darkness was dispersed by the searing orange glow. Muktar scrambled out of the tent with a bag he grabbed from the bunker. He pulled out a battered digital camera, tripod, and small spotlight, setting them all up in the center of the tents. Meanwhile Yemeni's two men dragged a limp and whimpering Maggie up into the fresh air, while a struggling and cursing Yemeni came up behind.

 

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Maggie didn't like what she was hearing, even more so when she was told she was going to have to present a killing on camera. The girl cried silently, knowing any noise would get her a beating. When the cage door opened and she was dragged out, her body began to stretch to it's full length after being locked away in a cramped space for so long. Her feet were pulling against the floor, dragging in way which caused the top of her feet to get a little friction burn.

As they came up to the top, the hot air was not really any better than the one downstairs, yet it didn't smell up here. Her nostrils were free at least as was her eyes which saw bonfires and orange glows. Looking over at the blonde girl, she recognised her from the camp, the one which helped and aided people. Maggie had covered a story there shortly before she had disappeared.

Laying on the sandy desert below on her tummy, she watched feet pass her by as everyone was taking to their post to do their job. Which seemed to be watching something.

Emilie was moaning in to her gag as the men laid her out in a certain style with her arms out wide and feet together. She was shaking her head, her eyes were open wide as she feared the worst...her life.

 

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Muktar stood behind the tripod, fumbling with the spotlight to keep it in place. The bright white beam vividly illuminated a broad area around him, making the shadows on the edge of the camp jump and dance about. Maggie was deposited in front of the camera, the two militiamen standing either side of her. Aiming the beam directly into her face, Muktar grinned in nervous exhaustion and sneered to himself.

Behind him, Yemeni was barking orders. A group of militiamen grabbed Emile, dragging her about like a limp doll in their steely grips. They held her down on the crude wooden cross, hold the struggling girl in place on the wooden structure. Then Yemeni came over and knelt beside her. Without saying a word to or acknowledging Emilie, placed a long, thin steel nail against her wrist then raised an old steel hammer high. With hard, sure blows he pounded the nail straight through, carefully ramming it between bones to fix her in place better - and maximize her suffering. Moving with smooth efficiency he then stepped over her quivering naked body and did the same to her other wrist.

All the while, Muktar was filming the spectacle, with Maggie framed in the shot. Her reactions were recorded in precise detail. Alternately he swung the camera up to film the struggling and screaming Emilie as she was nailed to the cross.

Moving as a group, Yemeni and his men then began to raise the cross up, sliding the base into a small hole in the ground. Emilie was now hanging, bloodied and white in the harsh spotlight, her beautiful young body now mutilated and nude.

 

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Maggie was naked herself and being filmed by the man with two guards by her side. She was holding her chest with her arms crossed over it, trying to hide her nudity the best she could. Her ordeal didn't seem to be as bad as Emilie's as she turned around to see the girl being hammered to a wooden cross. Maggie held her hands to her mouth and screamed, dropping down to her knees in emotional hurt. Although she didn't know the girl she felt her pain and suffering from here.

Emilie screamed in pain as the nail cut across her wrist and in to the wood. It hit her tendons, leaving her unable to barely move her hand. The same happened on the other arm before it was hoisted up in to a hole in the ground. The blonde's body slumped, her arms hanging and taking the weight of her body. Her shoulders felt like they were going to collapse to.

"Your monsters!" Maggie screamed at the top of her voice as Emilie cried in pain and suffering.