Victoria didn't sleep much, if at all. She had no idea how long they were left there in the darkness. The lights snapped on suddenly, and both blinked their eyes as Wilhelm, Rolf, and Marie stormed into the room. They all seemed very angry as they stomped across to where Meghan and Victoria were sitting.
        "Your father has not been very cooperative!" Rolf hissed. "Mario has been arrested!"
        He knelt down next to them, glaring fiercely.
        "Mario will tell them nothing, no matter what tortures are inflicted on him. Do not believe that you will be found."
        "Only your dead bodies will be found!" Marie hissed, in French.
        "What're they saying?" Meghan hissed.
        Her voice attracted the attention of all three of the terrorists. Marie kicked her roughly in the hip, calling her a Nazi bitch.
        "Your government will pay for its treachery!" she shouted.
        "Perhaps the sight of the Ambassador's daughter being tortured will convince the authorities to release our comrade," Rolf growled.
        Victoria gasped in fear. Tortured! She couldn't stand pain! She had to be put to sleep when the dentist drilled her cavities!
        "Please don't!" she begged.
        "We do not intend to allow Mario to remain in a filthy Greek prison," Rolf hissed.
        "Torture her then! Not me!'
        Rolf's features twisted into a grim smile.
        "I think the Ambassador's daughter will convince them more."
        "But her father is a Marine colonel! He's with... with... American Intelligence!" she gasped, repeating a vague rumour she'd heard.
        "What?!" Marie glared.
        "CIA! Her father is with the CIA!"
        "What are they saying?" Meghan demanded, licking a bit of blood off her lip.
        The three of them conversed in Greek, or something for a long minute.
        "One of them was arrested," Victoria hissed to Meghan, not looking at her.
        "Good!" she snarled.
        "Not good. They want him back."
        "Tough cookies."
        "They don't like you because your father is a Marine. They're talking about torturing you."
        Meghan's eyes widened and she trembled slightly. "I don't care." she said, in an unconvincing voice.
        She was trying to appear brave for Victoria. She knew Victoria was a soft city girl. She herself had been a military brat for a long time. She was used to fighting, as well as bumps and scrapes and other damage. She figured she could take a little pain a lot better than Victoria.
        Marie jerked Meghan's head back again, and then spit in her face, hissing something in Greek. Meghan spit right back, infuriating the woman.
        She grabbed the blonde girl by the throat, her hands squeezing tightly. Rolf jerked her away and she tumbled on the floor.
        He yelled something at her, and she stood up, resentfully.
        "Ask her what her father does."
        "He wants to know what your father does."
        "Tell him to go and fuck himself!" she hissed.
        "I can't tell him that!"
        "Tell him he's a liaison with the Greeks."
        "She says he... he works on an... an anti terrorist team.
        Victoria was determined that if anyone was tortured it wouldn't be her.
        "She says you better not touch her or her father will kill you all."
        Marie snarled something, and Wilhelm knelt down next to the blonde, looking up at Rolf. Rolf nodded and Wilhelm unchained Meghan's neck and pulled her to her feet. He led the hapless little blonde across to the middle of the room, over to where the rope was still hanging from the ceiling.
        Meghan whimpered slightly, afraid of being hung upside down again. They didn't do that though. Her wrists were untied, and then tied in front of her. The rope was pulled up jerking her arms above her. They pulled upward stretching her until she almost had to stand on her tiptoes to avoid leaving the floor. Then she did rise to her toes, and finally was pulled off the floor completely, her feet about eight inches above the cold concrete.
        Wilhelm put a hood on, and Marie put a new tape into the video camera and positioned it on one side of Meghan. Wilhelm was holding what looked like a whip. As Victoria looked more closely, she realized it was a long black extension cord, doubled over. It was about five feet long doubled up, and it made Victoria wince, just to look at it.
        Marie moved the camera around, setting up the tripod behind Meghan, at an angle so it would capture the electric cord as it struck the girl.
        Meghan was putting on a brave face, trying to pretend unconcern. She tried to brace herself for the blow she expected at any second. Whatever it was, she was sure she could take it. Her father had told her she was as tough as a marine. She wouldn't cry out, no matter what.
        When Wilhelm swung the cord against her back, the pain exploded in her body. It was worse than anything she remembered ever experiencing. She screamed in agony, her body jerking and twisting frenziedly. Her back was afire with pain. It sizzled and burned in a long line across the center of her upper back.
        Tears came to her eyes and she gasped in an attempt to catch her breath. Wilhelm swung the cord again. She heard it swishing through the air and attempted to brace herself. It was useless. The cord slashed across her buttocks, propelling her forward, swinging her body back and forth like a pendulum. She screamed again, crying and sobbing in horrified pain.
        Again the cord cracked down, slashing across the center of her back. The next cut across her shoulders, and the next slashed up along her backbone. Each time, she screamed horribly and jerked madly against the ropes binding her. Her back was burning with agonized fiery pain. It was almost impossible for her to catch her breath because of the sheer scope of the pain.
        Marie stopped the camera briefly. She rushed forward, grabbed Meghan's panties and tore harshly, ripping them off her and leaving the blonde girl completely nude. She hurried back to her camera and turned it on again, capturing Wilhelm's next blow as it seared a bright red line across Meghan's twin buttocks.
        Meghan was beyond caring about her dignity or modesty. She only cared about the terrible pain being inflicted on her body. The electric cord slashed down again and again, raising burning welts all across her buttocks and back.
        Marie shifted the camera around to the front, focussing on Meghan's face as the next blow landed. She pulled back somewhat and captured her entire body for the next two. She wanted the girl's parents to get the full image.
        Wilhelm moved around in front too, splatting the cord lightly in his other hand. He raised it above his head, then brought it slashing down across Meghan's large, round, white breasts.
        Meghan made a loud, animal like howl of agony as the thin cord bit into her tender breast flesh. It sank deep into her malleable meat, bringing a terrible weal across them both. Wilhelm grunted in satisfaction, then swung again, targeting her right breast only.
        Marie chortled in delight as she watched the girl yowl and scream in agony. She followed the cord's path, recording every ugly red line that appeared on the girl's white skin until the girl finally lost consciousness and simply hung there.
        Wilhelm swung a couple of more times before stopping. Marie stopped the camera and she and the other two had a long conversation before Wilhelm took the tape and left.
        Victoria watched all of it with horrified eyes. She trembled in fear, terrified that they would whip her next. She knew, she just knew she'd die if they did that to her. She was sorry, in a small part of her mind, for what she'd done, but consoled herself by thinking that they probably would have done it to Meghan anyway.
        She watched them lower the limp body to the floor. Meghan was pulled across to the mat and the collar fastened around her throat again. Marie and Rolf glared down at them for a moment, and then left.

          Meghan took a while to wake up. Victoria tried to avoid looking at the blonde girl's beaten body. She could see the angry, and no doubt painful welts and bruises, red lines all across Meghan's breasts. She knew there were many more on her back and buttocks.
        Her return to consciousness was marked by groans of pain. Her eyes slowly flickered and then opened.
        "Oh Goddddddd," she groaned.
        "Are you okay?" Victoria asked, in a small voice.
        "It hurts. My back... God! My breasts hurt like crazy!" Meghan gasped.
        "I thought they were going to kill you."
        "I was wishing they had."
        "They're awful bastards!" Victoria cried.
        "I hope my father cuts them to little pieces," Meghan sobbed.
        Tosokus came in by himself after a while and sat down in the corner, watching them. He read some kind of magazine, looking up every now and then. After about ten minutes, he looked at the door, then got up and came over to stand next to them.
        Meghan was still naked. Her hands had been retied behind her and she had no real way to cover herself. She drew her knees up though, keeping her feet together, and was able to hide most of her battered body from the Greek man's leering eyes.
        "Go away," she gasped.
        Tosokus grinned. He grabbed Meghan's ankle, pulling her legs downward so he could see her body.
        "Oh God, He's going to rape you!" Victoria gasped.
        Meghan kicked at the man, but she couldn't get any force behind the kicks. He giggled and moved next to her. His hand grabbed her right breast and squeezed harshly.
        Meghan cried out in pain as her bruised breast was crushed in the man's strong fingers.
        He leaned forward, bringing his face against hers, forcing his lips over hers and mashing them down. His hands squeezed and fondled her breasts, then slid downward and roughly jammed between her legs. Meghan tried to close her legs but couldn't.
        Tosokus squeezed her pubic mound tightly and tried to push his finger into her tiny pussy slit. His tongue was pushing hard against her closed lips, trying to get into her mouth. He drew back and cuffed her hard, then kissed her again, forcing his tongue past her slightly parted lips.
        The door opened and Marie came in. Tosokus jumped away from Meghan, scurrying back to the chair while Marie glared at him. She spoke to him in Greek, her voice low and nasty. He shrugged sullenly.
        Meghan drew her legs back up in front of her and waited for her panting breaths to slow.
        "They're going to kill us," she gasped.
        "Don't say that!"
        "They are," she shook her head in despair.
        "They'll let us go when they get what they want," Victoria said.
        "No they won't. Didn't you see how that guy wore a hood when he whipped me?"
        "So what?"
        "So they don't want their faces to be seen. We've both seen their faces. We can describe them all!"
        She groaned as a fresh wave of pain flared up from her breasts.
        "If the were going to let us go, they'd have blindfolded us."
        "They'll let us go," Victoria said, firmly, though she knew what Meghan said made sense.
        These people weren't human. They were savages. It was quite possible they could kill them and not care a damn.
        Marie came over to them and stood in front of them, her arms folded as she regarded them angrily. She said something, but neither of them understood it. She kicked Meghan in the ankle, and the girl yelped and pulled her feet back more.
        "You tell the CIA whore that she will beg us to kill her soon!" Marie hissed, in terrible French.
        "She...  she says that she hates Marines," Victoria whispered.
        "Fuck her."
        "Stop saying things like that!"
        "The cunt can't speak English, anyway," Meghan said, sullenly.
        Marie couldn't speak English, but she had a pretty good idea about what Meghan had said. She glared at the girl, then knelt. Meghan drew back but she reached out and grabbed her by the hair. She jerked on Meghan's hair repeatedly, for no better reason than to hear the blonde yell.
        Marie got up and went back to the table. A little later, Rolf came in with some food and Pepsi for them. He untied them so they could eat, but ignored Meghan's plea for her clothes back.
        "We like you as you are," he sneered.
        After they'd eaten, he came back with a big piece of paper and a crayon.
        "I want you to draw me the floor plan of the American Embassy." he said.
        "Why?" Victoria asked.
        "You do not ask why! You do as you are told!"
        "What did he say?" Meghan asked.
        "He wants us to draw a floor plan of the embassy."
        "Tell him to get fucked."
        "I don't remember much about it," Victoria said to him. "I wasn't there much."
        "I am sure you have been to your father's office. You will draw us a floor plan, being especially careful to draw where Marines are."
        "What?"
        "Draw where the guards are placed, you stupid girl!"
        "Uh... But... but I don't remember much," she sniffed.
        "I am sure your companion will help you. She should especially remember where the marines are placed."
        Meghan did have a pretty good idea of where they were, at least in the parts of the building she'd been in.  She refused to help, though.
        "If you don't they're going to hurt you again," Victoria hissed.
        "I'll make stuff up then."
        The terrorists had thought of that. There was another room just off the big one; this one was a small office of some kind. It had a small desk and a couple of empty filing cabinets. They took Victoria in there. The two of them were to draw the things they remembered so the gang could compare them.
        When they looked at what the girls had drawn it was obvious that the plans weren't from the same building at all. Rolf took the two pieces of paper in to Victoria first and showed them to her.
        "Kindly explain how you put the guards at the front over here, but your friend puts them over there," he snapped, pointing at the two entrances of the embassy they'd drawn.
        "Uh... I... I don't know," she whimpered.
        "One of you is lying."
        "It's her! I wrote it like it was!" she exclaimed.
        He grinned evilly. "I know this. I am familiar with some parts of the embassy and her drawing is a complete lie. Yours is accurate as far as I have knowledge."
        Victoria heaved a sigh of relief.
        "What am I to do with your stubborn little friend?" he growled.
        "I demand obedience and I get lies!"
        "But... but."
        "I will break her," he said, his voice cold and determined.
        "I will teach her the folly of resisting my wishes. She has too much pride. This comes from living with the arrogant marines, who think they are better than anybody else. I will show her that she is not better than anyone else, that she is dirt!" His eyes were wide and crazy and she turned away in fear.
        "Both of you will learn just who is master here!"
        "But I'm doing everything you say!" she whined.
        "Are you? Are you obedient?"
        "Yes! I'll do anything you want!"
        He stared at her for a moment.
        "Then you must convince your friend to be obedient."
        "But... but she doesn't listen to me," Victoria wailed.
        "If you do not convince her, then you will be punished."
        "She hates me! She won't do what I say!"
        "Then we will convince her, you and I," he hissed.
        He stormed out of the little room. Victoria decided that since he hadn't told her to come, she should stay. She didn't want to see what he was going to do to Meghan anyway.
        Rolf had other ideas though. He sent Marie back in to fetch her a few minutes later. Marie grabbed her long hair and jerked her out of the chair she was sitting in, shoving her forcefully out the door and into the bigger room.
        Since Rolf had determined that Meghan's problem was that she had too much pride, he had decided to destroy it in the most efficient and time honoured method he knew.
        Meghan was lying on her back across the table, her buttocks right at the edge. Her feet were beside her on the table, leaving her groin open and vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to her. Her eyes were closed and she was murmuring something to herself. Rolf was at the top of the table, holding a fistful of Meghan's hair.
        Wilhelm was standing on the other side of the table, gazing down at Meghan's sex in amusement.
        Tosokus was fiddling with the video camera, pointing it at Meghan, and being careful that nothing of the others above their waist would be seen on it.
        "Tell the little whore that we will show her the benefits of disobedience," Rolf said.
        "He... he said he's going to show you what you get for lying," Victoria whimpered, shivering in fright.
        Meghan didn't respond or open her eyes, her breathing, already very fast, increased though.
        Wilhelm slowly drew his zipper down. The sound was clear and loud in the almost empty room. Meghan jerked when she heard it, and a low sob escaped her clenched lips.
        He dropped his pants to his knees. Victoria could see that his cock was already almost completely erect. He held it in his hand, his own breathing getting faster. He moved forward a few inches and placed the head of it against Meghan's pussy slit.
        She thrashed away, trying to kick out with her feet. Rolf jerked on her hair, and brought his hand down onto her throat, squeezing tightly. Wilhelm threw the teenager's legs back on the table, his fingers pinching the tender flesh hard.
        Meghan gurgled in pain, her throat blocked by Rolf's hand, and stopped moving. He let go of her throat and she panted and sobbed quietly. Wilhelm placed his cock, now rigid, against her pussy slit again. Again she jerked, but only briefly.
        He rubbed it up and down against her, letting it slide all across her mons and up onto her belly. He didn't say anything because of the camera and microphone. He licked his lips and leered down at the blonde girl instead. He centered his cock against her slit and pushed hard.
        The force of his thrust smashed his cockhead past her tight pussy lips, making her yelp in pain. She sobbed louder; her eyes open now as she stared with bulging eyes at the man who was raping her.
        He grunted, and threw his hips forward again, jamming more of his cock meat into her body. She gasped, her back arching in pain, and her teeth clenching. Wilhelm grabbed her hips for leverage, pulled his cock out slightly, then thrust forward once more.
        A good four inches of cock slammed into Meghan's sex hole. She whimpered in pain as Wilhelm snickered and said a single word in Greek to Rolf. Victoria didn't know much Greek, but she recognized the word. It was virgin. Well, it shouldn't have surprised her, she thought, watching Meghan's cherry being stolen.
        Wilhelm slammed his hips forward again, and this time Meghan shrieked in agony. Victoria watched in appalled fascination as almost all of Wilhelm's cock slammed into the little blonde teenager. Meghan writhed on the table, but with her hands bound behind her and Rolf holding her hair, there wasn't any way to resist.
        Wilhelm pulled back, his cock sliding back out of Meghan's tight little slit. Victoria could see it gleam slightly with a dark coating that she thought must be the remains of Meghan's cherry. Wilhelm held his cock still, letting Tosokus capture the sight on tape.
        He drew in a deep breath, then pushed his prick back into Meghan's sex, this time burying it fully in her slim body. She groaned in despair as his cock meat filled her up. She felt ripped, torn apart. Her body ached down between her legs, offsetting the other pain coming from the nasty welts on her back and breasts.
        She could see Tosokus taping the entire event. She was mortified at being raped like this with Victoria and Marie, and the other men watching. The idea that other people, like her father, for instance, would see this was beyond bearing. She wished they would simply kill her right now.
        She felt the big, log-like cock inside her slide back down her ruptured pussy tunnel, then jam forward again. The thing was moving more easily now in her beaten pussy tube, sliding on a layer of oily blood it had created.
        It started to pump in and out of her, Wilhelm beginning to really enjoy the act now that she was broken open. His cock was moving inside her with long, swift strokes. Wilhelm let his hands come free from her hips and began to caress her body, sliding his fingers up her smooth, flat stomach to the high, round mounds atop her chest.
        He twisted her nipples and squeezed her breasts, delighting in the way the flesh oozed out around his fingers. He bent forward, and fastened his mouth around her left nipple, sucking hard on the brown skin, his teeth and lips working on the nipple even as his tongue soaked it in his saliva.
        Meghan sobbed in rage and humiliation, appalled at the way he was using her. Cursing God, her father, and the entire world, and most especially the man raping her and the others in the room watching.
        Victoria was watching the act, spellbound. She was horrified, and at the same time, felt the kind absorbed interest you would at a car wreck. She was both repelled and oddly thrilled by what she was watching.
        She could see Wilhelm's long, gleaming cock sliding in and out of Meghan's body, could see where it penetrated the small girl and moved into her, could see Meghan's pussy lips being shoved in and pulled out by the organ's pumping motions.
        She felt a weird kind of excitement, a tingling between her legs that disgusted her. She could not repress it, no matter how she berated herself, nor could she tear her eyes off the terrible scene before her. She could feel her small breasts hardening against her chest, and her nipples pushing out against the thin silk blouse.
        Wilhelm was pumping into Meghan with harder strokes now. His hips were smashing into her thighs forcefully, making her and the entire table shake. Meghan's buttocks made a slapping sound as his body struck them. His cock slid in and out of her with a wet, slurping noise.
        He sucked hard on her breasts, moving his face from one to the other, and then back again. His hands were all over her, squeezing, stroking, kneading her firm young flesh. His ass was like a trip hammer as he lunged forward repeatedly, driving his steel hard cock deep into the American girl's pussy, then ripping it free.
        Out of the corner of her eye, Victoria saw Marie watching the raping with a look of intense excitement. Her eyes were shining as she stared at Wilhelm fucking Meghan. Victoria could see two hard lumps in the middle of her braless shirt, indicating how hard her nipples were. She was obviously even more excited from watching Meghan's rape than Victoria was.
        For her part, Meghan wasn't excited at all. She clenched her teeth and prayed for it to end, feeling the repeated pain shooting up into her each time Wilhelm's prick drove into her pussy hole. Her body was sliding back and forth on the table as Wilhelm kept hammering her. She made no attempt to do anything about it. She lay limp, unmoving, unresisting, sobbing weakly
        Wilhelm sped up, pounding into Meghan's sex hole with a gleeful energy that sent his cock plunging even deeper into the helpless girl's belly. He grunted in pleasure and his cock started pistoning in very short, rapid strokes. His face clenched in pleasure and he buried his cock in the small blonde, holding it there deep inside her belly.
        Meghan felt his cock spasming and pulsing inside her, and after a moment, fancied she could feel a hot wetness spurting into her, deep inside her belly where his cockhead lay. She blinked her eyes against the tears and sighed in relief that it was over.
        Wilhelm sighed also, and pulled his softening prick out of the blonde's pussy. He staggered backwards, his hand rubbing his crotch. Tosokus moved past him and jerked his pants down as he stopped next to the table. Meghan looked up at him in misery, watching him as he pulled out a truly massive penis.
        Wilhelm moved over to the camera and began working it as Tosokus slowly worked his big cock into Meghan's formerly virgin sex box. She wriggled on the table top in pain, but he simply slapped her face and cursed, then resumed his determined thrusting.
        Meghan gave a pathetic cry of pain and anguish as Tosokus's giant prick forced her pussy open, cleaving the soft folds of her pussy lips and plunging deep into her body. He speared her with his long prick, skewering the American girl with savage thrusts.
        He began to fuck her, pounding his cock meat up and down her tortured sex tube with thoughtless speed and force. He picked up her ankles, placing them up on his shoulders as he rutted against her. Meghan's legs slapped against his chest and her feet bounced on his shoulders as he worked his prick in and out of her.

His face was filled with delight and pleasure as he felt the tightness of her velvety sex box envelope his organ and squeeze down hard. He loved the tightness of her fucking hole, only regretting that he had not been the first to break it open.
        A simple man, Tosokus loved nothing better in the world than fucking young girls. He pounded away at Meghan, completely uncaring about whether he was causing her pain, thinking only of his own pleasure and the vision of lush, ripe female flesh before him.
        Saliva oozed out of his mouth, falling onto Meghan's stomach. His hands enveloped her big breasts and twisted them around clockwise, then counter clockwise, giggling at her whimpers of pain. He squeezed them both together, burying his face against them and rubbing it back and forth.
        He tried to suck both her nipples at once, mashing her breasts together until he could get his mouth around them both. He bit down hard, squeezing tightly to keep them from escaping. His spit covered her breasts, soaking them in its oily, bubbling froth.
        His cock was sliding back and forth inside her belly with relentless force, churning Wilhelm's cum into a bubbling stew inside her and spurting out little wads of cum every few seconds to ease its passage.
        He gasped in ecstasy, ripping his cock back and forth inside the girl and then shoving it deep inside her to let her body suck out his cum juice and absorb its salty heat.                                          

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