Slave of War

A man finds himself enslaved during war and pays the ultimate price 
for his freedom.  (Comments welcome and sought)

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Slave of War


It's been 26 years since I spoke of my experiences in Vietnam.  
Looking back on it now, I know I was just a dumb kid in the wrong 
place at the wrong time.  You wouldn't know I'm any different than 
any other forty-four year, old man to look at me, but I am.  If 
you've got the time, and can excuse some of my story telling 
abilities, I'd like to tell you my story.

I had been in Nam for about four months and was due another round of 
leave when we went out on patrol.  Now I'm not the hero type.  I 
didn't charge any to any great battles or save all my comrade's 
lives.  I did receive a few ribbons and medals, most of them for 
good conduct and a purple heart.

We headed out into the jungle shortly after a regular downpour of 
rain had passed.  I hung toward the rear watching and thankful I 
didn't have to take point today.  It took maybe twenty minutes for 
the VC to find us.  I won't drag on about the ensuing firefight that 
broke out, but it should be noted we pretty much got our assess 
kicked.  I think they got the Lt first and the Sgt shortly after.  
We were shot up bad and I'd taken a hit to my right arm.  I knew we 
were beat and the sad thing was they got us in less than a minute.

Ted lay next to me with a gut wound that wouldn't stop bleeding.  I 
didn't get to know him too well, but it didn't take long for me to 
realize when the shooting stopped.  I was just about to crawl toward 
our dead radio guy, when I felt the butt of a rifle slam into my 
wounded arm.  I screamed with pain and rolled over.

Right in front of me were two VC dressed in black.  They were small 
framed and looked down on me from behind wraps, which covered their 
entire face except for the eyes.  They said a few things I didn't 
understand in rapid succession and I realized that these two were 
women.  They looked at Ted, and apparently made a decision because 
in the next second, he was no longer moaning in pain.  A small round 
hole had appeared courtesy of the VC in his forehead.  He now lay 
there on the jungle floor staring up into the limbs about us.  I 
knew I was next.

The VC, which hadn't shot Ted, stepped close to me, and raised the 
butt of her rifle in the air.  She spit out in broken English, 
"American Pig Pay."  I knew she must have decided not to waste any 
more ammunition on us and I struggled to prepare.  I was determined 
not to die just laying there with a gunshot wound to the arm.  But I 
was too slow.  The butt of the riffle slammed into my face and I 
felt myself crash into the mud beneath me.

There's no telling how long I was out, or where I ended up.  To this 
day, I couldn't tell you what happened or where they took me.  When 
I came to, I found myself in a small house, which was well built.  I 
was tied naked and snugly in a chair in a nicely furnished bedroom. 
 As if someone were watching me, a female entered the room shortly. 
 She was dressed in a very nice dress with her hair down.  She 
smiled at me, although it wasn't a friendly smile.

"American GI screwed," she said in more broken English.  I 
recognized her voice from the jungle.  "More screwed than you know," 
she laughed as she left the room.
Despite being captured by this VC and tied in this room, I found 
that she was very attractive.  At just about five foot and 5 or so 
inches, she had the long black hair, perfect facial features and a 
great body.  I found myself looking for a way to escape and figured 
when I did, I fuck that bitch good for killing the others.  There 
was no reason I shouldn't have a little gratification before killing 
her.

Eventually, I was untied and allowed to move around the room.  I 
found that a bath had been provided and clean towels.  There were, 
however, no clothes at all.  The only thing resembling clothing was 
the bedding.  There wasn't even a window, which contributes to my 
not knowing where I was held to this day.

I had just finished an evening meal when I heard the door unlock.  I 
figured I had been here about a week and the girl brought in ratios 
on a regular basis.  I once thought about trying to get away.  I 
stepped toward her at the door, but the door opened wider and I saw 
an armed man pointing a gun at me.  Naturally, I stepped away from 
the door.

As the door unlocked, the girl walked in a beautiful gown.  A 
well-dressed oriental man was with her.  She spoke swiftly in her 
native tongue while the man smiled and looked at me.  After their 
conversation, she pointed to the bed, "Lay down.  Face down GI."  I 
started to protest and saw the man in the door with a gun again.  I 
lay down.

While I lay there nude, she tied my hands to the bedpost and my legs 
spread wide to the bedpost.  After she checked and assured that I 
was tied, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I told you GI 
screwed."

She turned back to the man, and I could hear them talk.  I heard her 
walk away, and I heard the door close.  I looked around to see the 
man removing his clothing.  Horror beyond my wildest dreams ran 
through my mind as I realized I was in a very vulnerable position 
facing down and tied.  As the man undressed, I could see he had a 
raging hard-on apparently ready to go.

He stepped up behind me and patted my butt.  Speaking in his native 
tongue, I felt his hand probe my ass and some sort of cool gel type 
stuff being applied.  I had only been with my high school girlfriend 
before this, but I had listened to guys in my unit talking about 
fucking their whores up the ass.  I realized, I was about to be a 
whore fucked up the ass too.

Within a minute, I felt his dick thrust into my anus.  I cried out 
in pain, but still felt a slight pull of sexual excitement.  I've 
since learned that my prostate was probably being stimulated.  He 
fucked me for what seemed like hours and I found myself sobbing 
uncontrollably into my pillow.

When he had finished, he pulled himself off and reached under me.  
He took my nuts firmly in his hand and gave a crushing grip.  I 
yelled with pain and he spoke something in his native tongue.  

The man dressed and left.  In a few moments, the girl returned and 
smiled down at me.  My ass hurt, my pride hurt, and my face burned 
from the tears.  "GI is good ass fuck."  She smiled,  "More GI's I 
get, more ass fuck for all."

With that, she untied me and directed me to clean up.  From that 
point on, I ended up being fucked in the ass more times than I can 
count.  I was tied to a chair several times and made to suck VC 
soldiers.  They had lined up and each held his cock in his hand 
waiting his turn.  The first time that happened, I bit down hard on 
the man's cock.  That was the first and last time I ever did that.  
The man cried out and the girl entered the room.  My legs were 
always tied apart and they night I learned why.  I never knew that a 
woman could swing a whip so hard, or so many times.  I stopped 
counting lashes to my balls after two.  I cried until I was hoarse 
and passed out sometime later.  I couldn't walk right for nearly two 
weeks after that.  But that didn't stop the steady stream of men 
from coming to see me.

I must say, I was always fed well and well groomed.  Before my 
ordeal would end, I would have sucked hundreds of men, been fucked 
up the ass thousands of times, and been tied in every position 
possible.

But the end did come.  I wasn't sure of the year until sometime 
later, but the girl entered my room with a different look on her 
face.  "GI will have to go home now."  She said flatly.  I couldn't 
believe it and almost lost control of my tears.  "I could kill you. 
 Send you in box," she smiled.  "But have better idea.  I told you, 
GI screwed."

She left the room and didn't return for sometime.  When she did, she 
tied me in the chair.  I wanted to question and ask her why I wasn't 
going home.  I could only assume we had won the war.  Little did I 
know that our guys were getting out of Saigon as fast as possible.

She tied my right leg to the right leg of the chair and my left to 
the left.  She then tied my hands firmly behind my back and placed a 
gag in my mouth.  I expected a man to enter the room at any moment, 
but instead she bent down in front of me and removed her shirt.  It 
was the first time I had seen a woman's tits since coming to Nam.  
My cock instantly sprang to a ridged salute.  She smiled.

"GI know what I want," she said.  I was naïve enough to think I was 
about to get a blowjob when she took out some surgical instruments 
from a bag I had not seen.  "GI like man now.  Won't need this."  
She picked up my erect cock and let it fall onto the wooden seat of 
the chair.  I wanted to yell at her to stop, but I had learned that 
yelling only brought on more ball beatings.

Smiling she moved back-and-forth to make her beautiful tits swing 
slightly.  "GI enjoy.  It not last much longer."  With that she 
picked up some sort of surgical knife and placed it behind my balls. 
 She grabbed them and pulled them out.  I gulped from pain.  
Suddenly and quickly, she pulled the knife easily through the ball 
bag.  I screamed and watched as blood poured out of my body.  She 
then placed the knife at the base of my cock.  "GI not need cock.  
American woman not want man with no balls.  Need no cock either."  
With that she laughed and yanked the knife cleanly though my shaft. 
 I lost all consciousness and passed into the bliss of darkness.

It must have been several days before I woke up.  I found myself on 
an Air Force plan heading home.  The nurse was nice enough to bring 
me up to speed on the war.  I also told her the basis of my story 
and begged for help through tears.  All she could do was hold my 
hand as I glanced under the blanket to see a large bandage where my 
cock used to be.  I was required to tell them all my information 
since I didn't have any dog tags when they got me.  They told me the 
North Vietnamese army brought me in and said they knew I was an 
American GI, and that was all.

I explained who I was and my prints checked out.  They sent 
information home telling my parents they had found me and taken me 
off the MIA list.  I arrived back in the United States and tried to 
have a normal life.

I have obviously never had kids.  I was fortunate enough to get an 
implant in the late eighties to help as a sexual function.  I take 
hormones and able to keep my interest in sex and my interest in life 
up.  Naturally, I still have nightmares, but have sworn I will never 
become gay.

In 1991, I met a wonder divorced mother of two.  We dated and got 
married. I told her about my story prior to the marriage in 1992, 
and expected her to leave.  She didn't and I am fortunate to have 
the love of my life with me.

About two years ago, I had to go into psychological counseling 
again.  I couldn't believe it the day I got home and found a package 
for me form Nam.  I opened it up and found pictures.  There were at 
least twenty pictures of me tied and men taking advantage of me.  I 
recognized the room, but had never seen the camera.  I also found 
that that last four pictures contained shots of my castration.  I 
was horrified to see the last shot showing the VC girl tossing my 
cock and balls to a batch of hogs.  I sent the pictures to the state 
department, which informed me they would get back with me when they 
knew something.  To this day, I'm still waiting.  They do return my 
calls, but I'm told it's an on-going investigation in which several 
Vietnam veterans are involved.

The End