Michelle Eriksson wailed and writhed in the grasp of the North Vietnamese Army Officer Colonel Ayano Nguyen. In her struggle to ward off his assault her white uniform was ripped apart. Michelle's thin cotton blouse was in shreds exposing her sweet breasts. Her short skirt, split up one side to the waist, revealed the flaxen-haired girl's supple hips. Over the clamor of her own resistance, Michelle could hear the anguished screams and heart wrenching squeals of the other two captured nurses.

When the attacking Viet Cong squad first seized the cousins Teri and Taylor Johnson had fought them off doggedly. Both young women were fighting a withering battle with sadistic Cong soldiers. As the assault continued they kicked and clawed at their assailants with abandon. Young Taylor slowly began to weaken when her fragile psychological state caused her body to loose balance and fall. Before the vulnerable girl could recover Taylor's arms had been twisted behind her back by a soldier several inches shorter than she. She squealed in pain as her tall slender body arched backward. Her vertebrae convulsed in rebellion as her exposed breasts were forcibly thrust against the remnants of her tattered blouse.

Cousin Teri's fought her attacker with energy and skill that belied her tiny frame. The dark haired beauty punched and kicked the VC driving him backward and then to the ground. Surprised at first the soldier quickly regained his footing and charged back into the girls churning fists. Lowering his shoulder the VC slammed into Teri's waist doubling her over his back. The man continued driving his stout body forward, his arms wrapped around the petite girls body, until he stopped suddenly throwing the girl to the ground. Teri landed with a thud on her backside but quickly recovered and began to regain her feet. The soldier did not wait for her to fully recover resuming his attack with well a placed side-kick that caught the brunette squarely in the chest. The girl spun backward twisting her body as she fell landing this time on her face. In a heart beat the solder was atop the writhing girl one hand tangled deep into her black hair while the other arm wrapped tightly around her neck. Teri writhed and struggled in the man's grip as she was rapidly pulled up and then back. The stronger man wrenched her up then her petite body was pulled backward over the attacker's hip. Holding her fast by the hair his arm released her neck then burrowed his free hand beneath her tattered uniform brutally probing and gouging her shapely body. His punishing hands clawed at her chest and hips. The petite brown-haired woman screamed and tried to twist away as Cong soldier's grimy fingernails scratched claret furrows into her soft flesh.

Michelle wrenched her body from side to side trying to pull her hands free as the NVA officer tied them behind her back. Tangling his fingers in her blond hair, the soldier turned his victim toward a steep embankment. Michelle squealed in pain as her head was jerked back and she was dragged down onto one knee. For an instant, she again caught sight of the other nurses wrestling with their attackers. Then a flashing moment of pain exploded in the back of her head, her vision blurred for an instant before a second blast of pain exploded in her eye and cheek. Her world went dark as the Cong officer hammered his fist into the side of her beautiful face.

Michelle did not fully awaken for several hours. In her stupor her semi-conscious mind sought to recall her fate as memories of the past days replayed is if in a dream. She could see the two brunette cousins as they met her at Travis Air Force base in California. It was June of 1969. The three army nurses boarded a Military Air Transport Service C141. Twenty hours later, they landed in Saigon, Vietnam.

On the flight, they had time to introduce themselves. 2nd Lieutenant. Michelle Eriksson was 22 and from Savanna, Georgia. The 5' 5" blonde had been in the army for only eight months when she received orders sending her to Vietnam. She was thrilled with the prospect because one to the reasons she had joined the military was to go where many of the men in her life had recently gone, to Vietnam. As she had done many times in her young life Michelle was following the boys. Her curvaceous 115 lb. body had always attracted the boys but not as much as she was attracted to them. She used her southern charms to lure in many a suitor only to lose interest when a new infatuation came into her sights. Catch and release that was her game and she was very good at it.

Joining Michelle at Travis were two cousins. 1st Lieutenant Teri Johnson was 25 years old. The 5' 1" brunette was in the third year of a four-year army enlistment. She joined the army after graduating from nursing college in her hometown, Seattle Washington. Teri was petite and proper. She was dedicated to the nursing profession and to the army. She had attracted many of the officers she met during her various military assignments but had not found one that could win her heart. The diminutive 95-pound girl was in excellent physical condition and loved active sports like tennis and swimming. She took pride in being able to keep up with the men in most physical activities. Teri was devoted to her family and was especially fond of her younger cousin Taylor.

2nd Lieutenant Taylor Johnson was just 20 years old. A willowy 5' 8" the dark haired beauty weighed in at a mere 110 pounds. Taylor was incredibly pretty with soft wavy hair that she wore like a crown wrapped loosely around her head. She was from Omaha Nebraska and had spent only two years in college. Encouraged by her cousin, Taylor left college and joined the army. With Teri's help, the youngster was commissioned and assigned to the same medical company. Taylor had no idea how incredibly gorgeous she was. She was unpretentious and a little naive in her relationships with men. She had remained a virgin and had dated only infrequently. She was in total awe of her older and wiser cousin. While Teri was aware of the dangers that they might face in Vietnam, Taylor was completely oblivious to that possibility.

In Saigon the three nurses were whisked off the big MATS jet and on to an ageing and battered C123. The women had no time to even collect their gear, as they were strapped into the twin-engine transport. Soon they were heading north up the coast of Vietnam. In a little more than two hours they were landing at Quin Nhon. Hungry, tired and nearly five hundred kilometers north of Saigon the young nurses waited patiently beside the metal plated runway, picking through a case of C rations. Thirty minutes later an ambulance from the nearby field hospital sped onto the airstrip and loaded the women aboard. On their first day in country, still wearing their white state-side uniforms, the three nurses were given orders to accompany a medical convoy that was leaving immediately for Pleiku 130 kilometers inland.

Fierce fighting had just recently broken out in the central highlands and causalities were coming in faster than the field hospital in Pleiku could handle. The convoy was to travel up Route 4 through the Mang Yang pass and then another 30 kilometers on to Pleiku. Incursions along Route 4 from the Viet Cong or Peoples Army of North Vietnam (PAVN) had virtually ceased since the First Cavalry Division had arrived at An KHz late in late 1965. The highway was considered so secure that most of the road protection outposts that had been established in 1966 were now abandoned.

The convoy left Quin Nhon at 1400. The 130-kilometer journey would take three to four hours. One Military Police jeep led the way with two 21/2 ton supply trucks and the ambulance following. The weary girls took advantage of the bunks in the back of the ambulance and tried to get some sleep. The convoy bumped along for more than two hours without any sort of problem. As they came to An Khe, they were stopped at the MP checkpoint. The nurses were checked out by the First Cavalry troopers who gawked and whistled at the trio. Michelle batted her big blue eyes at the boys, as she lay stretched out on her bunk. Teri and Taylor were a little less comfortable as they sat on the edge of their bunks smiling warily as they kept an eye on the soldiers ogling them.

To the diminishing sounds of wolf whistles the convoy returned to the road. The northbound climb up into the highlands leading to the Mang Yang pass was grueling. The hot humid air was not helping and the old ambulance began over heating. As its power eroded it fell farther behind the leading vehicles. The nurses had returned to the back of the vehicle in hopes of catching some more sleep. The army PFC driving the ambulance radioed ahead to the lead MP jeep and explained why he was falling back. With less than one kilometer to go before the ambulance would crest the summit the other vehicles continued on ahead expecting the ambulance to pick up the pace on downhill side. After reaching the pass, the road fell away gradually almost all the way into Pleiku. The three lead vehicles were more than two kilometers down the hill when the ambulance finally reached the crest.

The ambulance slowed to a crawl at the crest. With steam spewing from under the vehicle's hood the driver stopped at the top to add water to the overheated radiator. Climbing out of the ambulance the driver could hear the distant sounds of gunfire coming from the Pleiku side of the pass. He reached back into the vehicle to call the MP jeep on his radio when the ambulance was clobbered by a self-propelled grenade. The missile exploded as it entered the cab killing the driver instantly. The ambulance was blown off the road. It hurled down a shallow embankment before lurching over onto its side. In a cloud of smoke and dust the vehicle came to rest at the bottom of a shallow gully.

The sleeping nurses were thrown out of the vehicle as it tumbled over. For the moment they were lucky as the ambulance was quickly engulfed in flames. Michelle and Teri staggered to their feet still in shock from the crash. Looking back at the flaming ambulance they saw Taylor on her hands and knees trying to crawl away from the conflagration. The beautiful young girl had suffered a blow to the head when the vehicle keeled over and was momentarily stunned. Teri helped her young cousin to her feet and the three nurses stumbled clear of the burning ambulance.

Seeing the wrecked ambulance disgorge three pretty nurses was more than the NVA ambush commander had hope for. Rushing silently up behind the women the Viet Cong soldiers overran the nurses before they were perceived.

Chapter 2: A Pleasant "Redheaded" Surprise

NVA Colonel Ayano Nguyen had been in South Vietnam for only a month. The 36-year-old North Vietnamese Army officer was doing what he did best. He and his troop had learned how to ambush the enemy many years earlier. As a young Viet Minh Lieutenant in 1954, Nguyen was in charge of a small force of insurgents who harassed and intimidated the French army. His elite force repeatedly ambushed and overran small French support facilities and convoys. His soldiers learned to live off what they could find during these raids. They traveled light and they traveled fast. At Dien Bien Phu, Lieutenant Nguyen distinguished himself by single handedly closing off the overland route to the beleaguered French outpost. His troops captured dozens of French support soldiers and on one occasion an entire mobile field hospital. He used whatever techniques were required to extract information from the captured French. The young Lieutenant discovered his sadistic passion when he first witnessed and then participated in the interrogation of two captured French nurses. Ironically the nurses were named Gabrielle and Marie the same names given to two of the French firebases at Dien Bien Phu.

On the 31st of January 1954 the French tried to evacuate by truck the last of the nurses who staffed the field hospital at the beleaguered outpost. The attempt failed when the convoy was ambushed and destroyed. Gabrielle and Marie were taken prisoner during the attack.

Lt. Nguyen had the captured women taken to the Viet Minh headquarters where they were interrogated. When the French nurses refused to talk their hands were tied behind their backs. Marie was grabbed by two soldiers who forced her to her knees. One of the men held her shoulders while the second man began tearing at her uniform blouse. While Marie struggled against the men who were stripping her, another soldier punched Gabrielle in the back. The curly haired blonde yelped and stumbled forward trying to keep her balance. Just as she caught her fall a second soldier swung his fist into her ribs. The blow sent her tumbling to the ground. The soldiers laughed at the sight of her fall.

Like a pride of lions with a wounded antelope they had themselves a toy. Over and over they alternated striking her. They would knock her down, let her get up, and then she was again sent sprawling. As her beating continued her clothing was being ripped and shredded displaying more and more of her luscious body. They enjoyed letting her take a few strides in one direction, before cutting off her path with a punishing punch. Bruises began to rise on her face, arms, back and sides. Pretty Gabrielle finally stayed down as a fist plunging deep into her stomach knocked her to her knees. The gasping nurse was send down for good when she was knocked backward by a vicious uppercut that send bits of broken teeth exploding from her mouth. Sprawling unconscious onto her back the punch saved her from being beaten to death.

Red haired Marie fared no better. She was stripped and mauled by soldiers whose lust took over their actions. Marie could see that two of them were looking at her hungrily, eyeing her breasts. "Svp, svp non", she begged as one of the men began to stroke her face and hair. Three more men who had beaten Gabrielle senseless joined the two soldiers. The men half carried, half dragged Marie to the edge of the clearing where a large tree stood. Marie cried and begged them not to hurt her, the soldiers ignored her plea. When they reached the tree, the men forced her down onto the ground. She was nude except for her boots and panties.

Under the Lieutenant Nguyen's direction, one of the soldiers tied her hands behind her back while another began cutting lengths of rusty barbed wire from a nearby fence. Marie froze in fear as that man approached her with the barbed wire. She was afraid they were going to hang her! Instead, two of the men held up her feet as the other man wrapped one end of a strand around each boot and tied the other ends to the large limb above her. Suddenly, she understood; they meant to rape her, not hang her! The thought of five men using her sexually against her will terrified the young nurse. In all her life, no one had ever hurt her physically; the thought of being raped sent shudders through her!

Frantically, she struggled, shaking her head and screaming "Non"! The young Lieutenant stood between her legs, caressing her. He smiled evilly at her as he ripped her panties off her dangling body forcing them deep into her mouth. The redhead could generate only muffled whines and groans when he was finished. He began probing her sex with increasing roughness, tugging painfully on her tender labia and spreading the lips apart laboriously. He said something in a hushed tone and the others all laughed. Immediately, he became rougher, forcing two fingers into Marie's almost virgin vagina. His penetration was a shock to the young woman; it was also very painful. Marie tried to be brave as he explored her pussy but could not stop a whimper as he penetrated her. As he smiled at her moan, Marie realized how much this man was enjoying hurting her. Immediately, he pushed another finger into her and pressed deeper inside her unlubricated, unprepared body. Then with another evil smile, he withdrew his fingers, stood up, and began to unfasten his pants.

He withdrew a large uncircumcised cock which he displayed to her as his soldiers cheered. He knelt between her legs, and without any preparation began to force himself into her dry vagina. Marie felt as if he were tearing her open as he forced himself into her unlubricated body. The Lieutenant forced himself deeper into her as she struggled futility against his cruel cock. The pain burned its way down her body to her brain as she hung suspended head down from the tree limb. Marie felt as if he were ripping her apart, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. Tears rolled out of her open eyes and down her cheeks to the ground as she looked pleadingly up into the face of her rapist. She could not stop the whimpers and moans which escaped her gagged mouth as he forced himself deeper inside her, stretching her painfully.

Soon, he had penetrated as far into her as she thought he could possibly go; his wiry black cock hair mixed with her soft wine-red vee. Marie could hardly breathe; it was as if his cock was completely filling her and leaving no room for air. He gripped her legs and began to pump in and out of her vagina. He raped her brutally. Marie's body jerked with each of his powerful thrusts, pushing her back with the force of his thrusts and then pulling her hips toward him again as he withdrew. Then he would slam into her opening slit again, painfully rubbing her shoulders back and forth in the dirt. One of the other Viet Minh soldiers was running his hands over her bouncing breasts, squeezing the soft breast flesh, twisting the sensitive nipples painfully as the Lieutenant raped her. As she was raped, Marie moaned and whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes.

The North Vietnamese officer reached down toward Marie's face searching with his fingers for her gagged mouth. Finding her trembling lips the lieutenant forced her mouth open and tore away her gag. Marie's un-muffled moans increased. He raped her brutally, determined to break her will with his cock, to hear her scream. That she would not do so enraged him. Her moans and whines were not enough. Repeatedly, he thrust into her with all his strength, using his rock hard cock like a weapon to vanquish the girl. Around him, the other soldiers cheered him on as they stroked their cocks at the sight of the young redhead being brutally ravaged by their leaders cock. Finally, he succeeded in forcing the scream he wanted out of Marie.

"Arręt de Pleasee ! .... Un dieu d'Oh, vous me blessez ! aahhhiieeee!" It was the scream plus the sight of her pleading face and its tears, which drove him over the edge. He thrust himself into her one more time and then held himself inside her as he filled her womb with his hot, white cum. Then he withdrew and allowed the next man to rip apart her bloodied slit. He felt a great sense of pleasure at dominating the helpless nurse. He would take equal pleasure watching his men ravage the helpless woman; he truly enjoyed watching her face contort in agony as his men raped her.

Marie felt the man's cum burning deep inside her; then she felt an emptiness as the man withdrew. Immediately, that feeling was replaced by the fullness of another hard cock. This time the pain was not as great; the cum from the first man was acting as a lubricant. She looked up to see another grinning face looking down at her. Marie was beginning to slip into a state of shock from the brutal assault. She closed her eyes and tried to close her mind to the pounding of his cock against her sore groin. The second man was raping Marie with the same brutal force as the first man. She turned her face to the mud and screamed in her mind, somebody help me!

Marie was brought back to reality by a sharp pain as the man raping her changed his angle to hit a different part of her womb. She opened her eyes to see the Lieutenant standing over her smiling his evil grin as he watched his men using her. The second man raped her as brutally as the first one had, pounding into her with all his strength as if to stab her to death with his cock. When he had spent himself inside her, another took his place. They began to run together in her mind. As soon as one would finish, another would take his place; all of them assaulted her with equal brutality. Man after man used her, tearing apart Marie's increasingly cum filled femininity. The soft pink lips of her labia were now red and swollen from the brutal pounding they had received.

Marie's taunt body was shiny with her sweat as a result of her constant struggles to escape the pain of the cocks invading her body. She could hardly breathe. The men raping her were literally knocking the breath out of her with their thrusts. By now, Marie had lost count of the times they had raped her. Her vagina was one solid mass of pain from the pounding she had received. Nor did it recede as man after man raped her. Instead, the pain built with each new attacker. Throughout it all, she could do nothing except sob, helplessly shaking her head "non" as the men used her brutally. After all of the soldiers had raped her, the Lieutenant was still not satisfied.

Breaking off a thin, flexible branch from the tree, he stood over her swishing it through the air as he ordered two of the men to take off their belts and use them on the bound young nurse. As he concentrated on her breasts, the other two men used their thick, leather belts on her ass cheeks. Now Marie's screams took on a new, full bodied quality as the switch landed across her sensitive nipples. As the thin red lines appeared across her tender breast flesh, the two men with the belts were turning her ass cheeks a bright red. As they whipped the young woman, their cocks began to harden again, stimulated by the cries pouring forth from Marie. Repeatedly Marie screamed out for them to stop, begging, pleading, and promising anything if they would just stop. "Aahhhhiiieeee ! ... Je vous prie... que je te dirai celui que vous vouliez svp. Arręt !

However, her cries were not heeded. Instead the Lieutenant savored them as he shifted his blows from the young woman's breasts to the blood smeared area between her legs. With the first blow falling across her swollen vagina lips, Marie thought that she would go crazy with the pain. Her body spasmed as she tried vainly to bring her bound legs together to protect her much abused sex. Then after six incredibly painful blows, the switch shifted back to her previously whipped breasts. Then she felt the belts stop, leaving her ass almost numb. Next, she felt a man's fingers probing her whip swollen anus. Slowly, painfully; he inserted the finger into her virgin ass. She raised her head painfully to see the Lieutenant kneeling between her spread legs. Marie's moans increased in intensity as he penetrated her pressing the head of his cock past her anal ring, pushing into the puckered, star shaped sphincter until it disappeared into a wide, smooth O around his cock.

As he forced himself into her bruised ass, he watched Marie's face, savoring the look of pain in her eyes. As she weakened under the assault her voice failed her, reducing her screams to weak moans. The leader forced his cock into her tight rectum as Marie fought with the last of her waning strength to keep him out. But she could not; his strength and desire were too great. Deeper and deeper he sank into her as the others watched, too absorbed to do more than occasionally lash her breasts with their switch or belts. It felt to Marie as if a burning brand was being forced up her ass rather than a cock. The pain and the humiliation that had seemed unbearable to the young woman suddenly melted away as her consciousness faded away. Her limp body was cut down from the tree, where her battered body was left sprawled on the ground.

Chapter 3: The Battered Blonde

The Viet Minh returned their attentions to Gabrielle. The blonde nurse was roughly pulled to her feet. Her swooning body brought back to consciousness by a series of sharp slaps to the face. As her green eyes opened Gabrielle suddenly felt very vulnerable and very exposed. Rough hands explored her body as she was dragged to the same tree where Marie had been raped. Gabrielle cried out as she saw her redheaded friend slumped on the ground. The flaxen haired nurse had little time to sympathize with the brutalized victim. Gabrielle was thrown backward into the tree by two of the soldiers. As they tied her arms behind the tree she squirmed against the rough wood, twisting desperately to somehow protect her naked body from abusing hands. But there was no hiding the pleasing thrust of her bountiful young breasts and she wept in shame at the Lieutenant's lascivious leer.

The pretty girl was absolutely helpless, hanging by her wrists. Her back pressed hard against the tree trunk, her naked body bared for the switch. The muscular Viet Minh officer picked up the switch took a position to her side. His dark eyes ate up the sight of the blonde girl's erect bare breasts. The terrified captive looked around her. She could see the Lieutenant's men fingering their crotches. All about her soldiers were preparing to enjoy the show. A sudden, breeze blew over her naked body and even in the heat of the day goose bumps rose across her supple breast mounds.

All her weight hung from her chaffing wrists and her breasts had risen high on her chest. With the wind evaporating her sweat, the breasts pinched up hard in their centers, looking like little pink mountains. She saw the Lieutenant pulling back his arm and then the bloody switch flew through the air to slice harshly across her softly rounded belly. In quick succession lash followed lash and bright red welts appeared over her abdomen, stomach, and ribcage as if painted by a mad artist. Gabrielle gasped to the whistling strokes and her golden form writhed, making the high perched bare breasts wobble wildly just above. Her head twisted and tossed as she worked to endure the whipping in silence, her blonde tresses flying over shoulders and upper chest. As the last of three dozen strokes raked the girl's taut ribs the officer lowered his arm.

Nguyen approached his victim, surveying the damage done to the moaning young nurse. A heavy pattern of angry scarlet weals crossed and criss-crossed the curves and planes of her belly and abdomen, highlighting the fine gleaming creamy globes above. He waved a hand in front of her face to get her attention. After a long moment, she gathered herself and looked back up at him. Despite the tears, there was still defiance there, she was still unwilling to tell her secrets. He gazed at her superb bust and rounded coral nipples. Gabrielle followed his intent look and shivered in horror. She was very conscious of her protruding breasts. There would be no protection for them, she would soon be broken, screaming for the chance to spill her guts.

The Lieutenant took a moment to pull the long golden tresses behind Gabrielle's neck and shoulders. Then, to make sure that she couldn't shake them back over her breasts, he bound her head to the tree with a strand of barbed wire. Once secured, blood leaked down her face from the cuts inflicted by the sharp barbs. Gabrielle couldn't turn her head without gouging more flesh from her forehead. Her pale-green eyes darted back and forth in helpless fear. Her body and especially her belly burned terribly from the beating and switching. Now it was time for her beautiful nude breasts to feel the switch's hot kisses and she was absolutely helpless to protect them. The Viet Minh officer was taking aim at them with the hideous blood encrusted switch, pulling his muscular arm slowly back. There was a dark flash low in her captive gaze. Sppplaaaat! A sudden line of white hot agony carved both tender bottom curves and tears flooded her eyes again. "Uuhhhnno!" She grunted in uncontrolled reaction. She had wanted to remain absolutely stoic throughout the punishment, but oh the pain, the pain! The girl's temptingly nude body writhed lasciviously under the insanely intense agony in her jutting chest. Splllaat! A second line cut diagonally over her chest, catching lower right and upper left and the young nurse's body contorted again.

You'll scream for me before I'm through. Oh, yes, you will." Nguyen reached into his shirt pocket and removed a box of matches. He saw her eyes grow wide as the realization hit. The girl threw all of her strength at her bindings, fighting madly to somehow escape, but the rope was much too strong and all she managed to do was dig deeper furrows into her forehead while she squirmed impotently in the sun. The Lieutenant fished one of the little sticks out and struck it against the box until the tip blossomed into a sulfurous flame. His left hand pushed the cute blonde against the tree, holding her torso steady. Cupping the match against the light breeze, the lieutenant brought the burning end up and began passing it slowly beneath the nipple of her right breast.

"Aaaah ! S-s-arretez, arretez ! Aaaiiii OH, il brule ! Il brule ! Arretez-le. Ooohhhaaaiiii!" The helpless girl couldn't keep her cries in check at this unexpected attack. She fought against his hand, but was powerless to escape the savage heat afflicting her areola. The flickering yellow flame licked up at the coral dome, searing the tightly clustered nerve endings. He was able to torture the rigid nipple as well before the match reached his fingers. She saw another flash of light and then he returned to the right summit, roasting the upper semicircle this time, holding the yellow flame right against the coral dome. Gabrielle tried desperately to escape the inhuman pain, but was too firmly held. Before the second match had gone out, numerous tiny blisters sprang to life along the underside shaft of the nipple, creating an unbearable agony. Tears streamed down the young woman's freckled cheeks and she was forced to cry out during the burning of her breasts, yet she had still managed to keep from breaking. Stubborn bitch!. Those pink breasts must be really throbbing now.

He moved behind the tree and reached around with his hands to find her seared and aching breast tips again, thrilling to their hot feel and the pimply spread of aching fire blisters across their bottoms. "Whip her pretty breasts tips now, the Lieutenant ordered his assembled men. I want them mutilated. I want them destroyed mercilessly!" Oh, no no no. Gabrielle's mind churned in panic. Stretched backward arched by the unyielding tree trunk, whipped bare breasts heaving on her ribcage, and her nipples, her poor blistered nude nipples, protruding out and away from their tips as if begging for attention, her every sense was focused on her immediate plight. Her pain so far had been almost beyond belief. Now she knew it would be even worse.

There was no warning as the first switch flew through the air and then Gabrielle's world burst into waves of blinding white-hot pain. The soldier had sent his stroke across the very centers of her jutting breasts, biting both naked nipples viciously. "Uunnnoo!" The wrenching young girl barely kept the full lunged wail of absolute misery behind her quivering lips. Sweat poured down her head and body, glinting in the brilliant yellow sun. The malevolent lash ravaged the cruelly irritated nerves, sending bolts of fiery pain surging through her rosy breasts. Gabrielle's sculpted torso heaved to her desperate need for air. Sspplaaat! Again there was no warning at all. Another switch cut into the proffered chest, its split tip bursting against the left nipple. Only seconds later it struck again, diabolically returning to the same swollen red nipple and shredding open several of the hard little blisters.

It was a scene out of medieval times: a young female, stripped naked and her back to the tree trunk. Lovely pert globes bared to the hot afternoon sun-and stinging touch of the switch. The air split from the whistling slice of the tapered branch through the air, then came the loud, moist splat of the switch slapping cruelly home to tender female breasts. Finally, the ageless dance of the whip, the frantic, desperate, futile, wild contortions of a young naked woman fighting to somehow withstand excruciating pain, pain barbarously aimed at the most sensitive portions of her helpless anatomy. The Viet Minh soldiers swung their bloody switches again and again to the jutting nude globes as the lurid display of sexual sadism continued.

The pretty young nurse was writhing wildly to the scant limit of her bonds as lash after lash curled over her protruding bare breasts. Numerous bright red welts striped their middles, each one crossing some part of the puffy areolas. Once perfect globes were now streaked with vivid scarlet, which oozed down over the wounded blonde's lower curves. Spllaatt! No interval, the supple switches striking brutally down on the swelling aureoles before the miserable girl had fully absorbed the previous stroke. With her legs spread beside the tree, her back pressed firmly against the wood and there was no give, making the whip strikes over her front sting even more than before. Her green eyes were darting wildly in terror and her mouth gaped like a grounded fish's. Sweat poured down her lithe body from the enormous effort of enduring the savage torture.

Spplaatt! The pointed tip exploded against the very center of her left breast, ripping a slit open at the base of the nipple and drawing even more blood from the sensitive globe. At long last, her final reserves of strength exhausted and Gabrielle finally broke under the prolonged inhuman sex torture. "Aaarrraaaaaiiii!" She shrieked loudly. "Pas plus, pas plus, pas plus ! Aaaaiiihhh, ow ! Ah, il blesse, il blesse ! Iiieeeeaaahh ! P-please, pas plus ! Je me parlerai ferai n'importe quoi, lui fais juste l'arręt ! Je vous dirai que quelque chose, tout, svp, lui font svp l'arręt ! Faites-lui l'arręt ! Pleease...

Gabrielle and Marie told Nguyen and his men everything they knew. The two French nurses survived the war. In late 1955 after a year of brutal treatment in Vietnamese prison camps they were repatriated to their native land. By the time the nurses had been despoiled the Lieutenant did not care whether they talked or not. He discovered what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He would hunt down and torture beautiful women. In the next fifteen years Nguyen would stay in the army, in time becoming the chief interrogator in the military prison system. His specialty was convincing the wives and daughters [cousins and nieces] of disloyal soldiers to give evidence of the illicit activities of the suspected traitors. It didn't matter to Nguyen if the testimony given was truthful. He was only concerned with exposing, seizing, imprisoning and then butchering as many beautiful women as he could lay his hands on. He became the most fearsome man in North Vietnam. His hands carried the blood of thousands of helpless, defenseless women and girls.

Chapter 4: Deja vu all over again

The tactic learned years before worked as well on the Americans as the had on the French. A quick guerilla strike with few men on the soft underside of the American presence in Vietnam was an easy way to gather military information. These strikes additionally created an atmosphere of fear when captives taken during these raid vanished in the jungle, never to be seen again. Nguyen hadn't completely set up the plan for the ambush of a column on Route 4 when an opportunity was presented to him that he could not resist. From his concealed vantage point near the top of the Mang Yang pass the Colonel could see the hospital convoy as it separated from the trailing ambulance. He sent the bulk of his force, 15 soldiers on down the eastern side of the pass. There orders were to ambush the last 21/2 ton truck in the convoy the instant they could see the ambulance at the crest of the pass.

The quickly created plan worked to perfection. The single grenade fired into the ambulance killed the driver and sent the vehicle plummeting down the side of the hill. As Nguyen and the two men he kept with him at the crest looked on, the ambulance's rear door flew open and two, no three white uniformed nurses tumbled out. As the women staggered away from the burning ambulance, the shock of the catastrophe blurred their senses. Before any of them recovered they were fighting for their lives.

Pretty Michelle was tackled from behind by the Cong commander. His arms wrapped around the blonde nurse' waist as his momentum drove her forward. Michelle kept her balance for a few steps and then fell forward onto her stomach. The Colonel had pinned one of her arms to her side but in falling atop the girl his grip on her body was momentarily loosened. Screaming out in surprise and pain the blonde nurse pulled her knees beneath her body and pushed herself back to her feet. Colonel Nguyen was clinging to her uniform blouse and skirt as she rose. The fabric tore away from her chest and hips as Michelle struggled to break away from her assailant.

Taylor was pulled backward by a soldier who entangled his hand in her long dark hair tugging the tall girl off balance. Her scream of pain and fear echoed down the hillside. The small man kept his advantage jerking Taylor about by the hair, he kicked at back her long legs until he was able to pull her to the ground. The lissome brunette wailed in anguish as the man wrestled with his captive. One of his hands wrapped deeply into her hair while the soldier's other hand explored the front of her body. The tall brunette's cotton uniform was torn open down the front and her skirt ripped almost to the hip as she fought to break the man's grip. Taylor managed to regain her feet only to have both wrists captured behind her back when the soldier freed her hair. The long tresses that had been so elegantly wrapped around her head now fell forward to obscure her partially exposed breasts. Using his superior strength the soldier forced her wrists far up her back, doubling over the girl. Before she could react, both wrists were tied behind her back. Taylor's wails of anguish echoed down the highway as the soldier explored her defenseless body.

Teri eluded the third soldier who had tried to grab her as he charged out of his cover. The tiny girl darted away from him, ducking and weaving as he chased after her. Teri circled back toward the burning ambulance, trying to come to her cousin's aid, while keeping out of the pursuing soldiers reach. Her fortune changed when she caught her foot in an unturned root and went sprawling to the ground. Before she could regain her feet, the pursuing soldier threw himself atop her supine form. Teri tried every trick she had learned about self defense to no avail. The Viet Cong soldier controlled her escape attempts with ease while punishing his victim with a series of punches and jabs to her back and kidneys that weakened the fight in the 95 lb woman. Pinned to the ground by the soldier's body Teri was maneuvered onto her back by the stronger man. He tugged and ripped her uniform away from her body with one hand while the other hand slapped and punched at her face and the newly exposed flesh of her chest. Teri's screams were cut short by a fist driven deep into her belly knocking her breath away. The disabled brunette was quickly rolled to her face and her hands tied behind her back.

Michelle tried to pull away from the Colonel twisting her body trying to pull free as the Cong officer tied her wrists behind her back. With his fingers tightly wrapped into her golden hair, the man easily controlled the struggling nurse. With a savage tug, he pulled Michelle to her knees and then with a sharp punch to the side of her head sent her sprawling forward onto her face. The blonde's partially naked body twitched on the ground and then remained motionless as her consciousness faded away.

Chapter 5: Tortured by Sadists

Colonel Nguyen, his men and the three captive nurses disappeared into the jungle leaving not a trace of evidence behind. The bound and gagged nurses were forced marched the rest of the day and all that night before being allowed to rest. They were almost 30km to the southwest hidden deep to the lush jungle that separates the flat rice paddy fields and the foothills of the central highlands. Trails within this jungle were only animal trails. A series of camouflaged caves served as re-supply points and rest areas for transiting Cong insurgents. Nguyen could interrogate his captive at his leisure, send information extracted from the captives to his superiors by way of transiting soldiers. The Colonel let his men and the American nurses rest for the next 24 hours before beginning his interrogation procedure.

The men untied Teri from her bonds and tied one of her wrists with a cord that was attached to a two-foot length of rope. The battered girl made an effort to fight off her attackers. Her effort was wasted as the men suspended her by the wrist from a nook high on the branch of a large tree. The dark haired girl's body was stretched out against the tree trunk hanging by one arm. The short brunette could only reach the ground with her feet by pointing her toes downward. She had her free arm to protect herself but could not move her body from harms way more than a few inches in any direction. One at a time, the interrogators stepped before the tethered girl and the Colonel asked her a question. Every time Teri refused to answer the questions the men would compete with one another to see which of them could throw the most punishing punch into her helpless body.

The tiny brunette squealed and tried to ward off the blows with her free arm and hand. The soldiers concentrated their punches on the girl's stomach and hips. The men's fists were driven deep into the dark haired beauty's flesh, each blow seemingly more brutal than the last. The 25 year old had the breath knocked from her lungs by a vicious punch that hit her low in the solar plexus. When she recovered her breath the next punch caught her on the underside of one breast cracking a rib. The pain of the broken rib and the next punch that slammed into her writhing body at her kidney sent the beaten girl into a swoon from which she could not be revived. Two more punches into her limp body only caused her to groan softly with each blow and her fluttering eyes remained unfocused. Her battered body was taken down from the tree and another victim dragged to the vacated position.

Tall and beautiful Taylor was Nguyen's choice to follow her unconscious cousin. The men left Teri sprawled on the ground as they wrestled with the 20 year old nurse shackling her wrist and hanging her by one arm from the tall tree. Taylor received the same treatment as had befallen the tiny brunette. Her body was smashed by the brutal punches of the Cong interrogation team. Her screams and cries were cut off repeatedly as the soldiers battered and bruised her flesh. The pretty, dark haired women had no military knowledge since she had only just arrived in country but that mattered not at all to the men beating her. A punch that dug deep into her groin, bruising her womanhood, sent a shock of pain so strongly to her brain that she spasmed wildly with the strike and fell limp in her bonds. Several open handed slaps to her face brought her partially back from her stupor and the men continued to launch their vicious assault on her body. An especially brutal uppercut to the chin sent Taylor's chipped teeth flying and the young brunette into a comatose state. Blood poured from the dangling girl's mouth as her limp body was taken down from the hook.

The interrogation of Michelle began when two dragged the blonde to her feet and tore away what remained of the 22 year-old nurses uniform. With his men holding Michelle between them the Colonel began the interrogation. He punctuated questions with vicious punches into soft helpless flesh. Concentrating his jabs to the young nurse's lower body the man brought gasps and groans from the flaxen haired beauty. Raising his target point the sadist smashed his fists into Michelle's sweet face and into her conical breasts. Blood soon flowed from several lacerations on her black and blue cheeks and from her smashed nose. Her soft bosom was discolored where the brute's knuckles had bruised the creamy surface.

The blonde nurse struggled wildly to avoid the beating she was taking. Her legs thrashed about, kicking at her assailant while she tried to twist her body away from the rapid-fire jabs. To immobilize the girl the soldier behind her threw one arm across her neck, jerking her head back and pulling her gorgeous body tight to his own. Now Michelle was being choked from behind and battered from the front. When one of the blonde's flailing feet hit the officer in his thigh he retaliated in kind. Stepping between the young woman's flailing legs the man jammed his knee deep into his victim's crotch. Michelle's shriek was ear piercing and continued until all the air had been expended from her lungs. As the barbaric torture continued the girl tried to pull oxygen back into her lungs only to be thwarted by a series of punches to her lower stomach delivered whenever she tried to breathe.

The sounds coming from the tortured beauty were pitiful cries barely audible from lack of air, they were the sounds of a trapped animal with no hope of salvation. The Colonel beat the young blond girl mercilessly until she had been rendered unconscious by a series of blows directed at her beautiful face. Her screams of pain were cut short as his fist smashed into her temple. The girl's long hair spilled down in front of her still body as her head fell forward onto her chest. Michelle's eyes rolled upward and her body ceased its writhing motion. The unconscious girl fell limp against the soldier grasping her by the throat. Her teetering body was allowed to fall forward onto the ground. Michelle was dragged away from the tree and Taylor replaced her.

The tall brunette had both arms tied above her head to the lower branches of the tree. Her head was tied back to the tree trunk by a length of course rope and her feet were tied together so she could barely move out of harms way. Instead of beating the defenseless girl with their fists Nguyen and several of his men removed their heavy braided canvas belts. Swinging the metal buckled end of the belts into their victim's body the men began disfiguring the girl's slender form. Standing to the defenseless girl's right side the Colonel flailed away at her naked left breast. Soon his vicious strikes had split open the pink tipped nipple spraying blood across the battered mammary. Ten minutes passed without a letup. Taylor screamed and pleaded to no avail. "no! Oh, no, please no...oowwaaahhh! Iiieeeaaahh! Oh, please, oh please, no more, no more, no more!" The sadistic Colonel crossed to Taylor's left and swept a vicious backhand cut to her proud right globe and nipple. His aim was true, but it still took a second such stroke before that tit's swollen cap split and sprayed crimson like the opposite breast. "Iiieeeaaahhh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaooww!" Now that Taylor's resistance had cracked, each fresh lash wrenched piercing screams of unendurable suffering from her lungs.

All her suffering and fear now burst through her lips with every new lash. Taylor wished only for an end to the hideous torture of her body. She would beg, she would grovel, but there was no escape. The Colonel moved to Taylor's front so he could attack the jutting breasts with a pair of snapping vertical strokes to the very tip of each. Loud shrieks of inhuman suffering roared from her throat at the blinding flash of pain that exploded through her seared nude nipples at each one. Splaatt! "Iiieeeaaahhhh! N-no more, no more, no more!" Splaattt! "Ooowwww! Oh, please, stop hurting me, Ssspllattt! "Iiiiieeeaaaahhh!"

Shiny red rivulets of blood rolled down over both bulging lower curves now, bright droplets flying as the globes danced. The Colonel, back on her right side, applied a full-arm swing that caught both seared aureoles and abraded their upper crescents, drawing yet more blood and yet louder squeals. Finishing with this ghastly focus on such tender portions of her body was inhuman, the agony barbarically sexual in its intensity.

Splaaatt! The sadistic soldier swept another raking slash over the helpless brunette's bloated nipples, scouring their undersides this time. The helpless nurse shrieked incoherently in pain, her sweat covered white female form thrashing against the tree, perfect, whip-weald breasts heaving wildly on her chest. Taylor's heart-wrenching scream and her nude body writhing, and bleeding, under the whip, was the pleasure Nguyen required. One last lash and the Colonel made it a good one, a harsh whistling cut that bisected the aching nude nipples and tortured the hard red nubs jutting from their centers. The miserable young girl squealed with hopeless abandon, utterly devastated by her ordeal. It was several long minutes before Taylor realized that the beating was indeed finally over.

The beaten girl hung against the tree, her heavily welted nude body still wracked by uncontrollable spasms of agony. The Colonel cut her feet apart and untied the rope holding her head against the tree trunk. Taylor's head lolled forward. The sadistic soldier tried to get her legs under her, but her knees kept collapsing and she would dangle from by her wrists. A bucket of filthy liquid was retrieved from behind the tree. The Colonel picked it up and unceremoniously doused the moaning girl with its contents. "Huh! Wha ...whaahhh! Aaaaiiieee!" she screamed.

Salt water, and the effect was indeed dramatic. The young girl had suddenly revitalized, squirming madly and fighting the ropes holding her against the tree. Tendrils of blood oozed down her forearms from where her wrists had abraded. Her swollen bare breasts juddered side to side as the strong brine attacked raw, exposed nerves all over her whipped body. The new pain was appalling, not only in its fiery intensity, but because the liquid was able to flow over large areas of sliced and swollen skin. The pretty brunette's contortions of intolerable suffering were particularly enthralling to the sadists.

It took almost five minutes before Taylor's spastic convulsions died down and she hung whimpering on the tree branch. When she was cut down Taylor's hands immediately flew down to cup her throbbing tortured body, desperate to soothe the excruciating pain. Showing her no mercy the Colonel effortlessly wrenched her arms behind her back and strapped them together wrist to elbow. A last rope was looped around her neck and knotted tight to her overlaid forearms. This final binding forced the nurse to arch her back to ease the strain on her throat. The Colonel spun her around so his sadistic troops could get a good look at her.

The cruel back-bending posture had the additional effect of forcing the two whip-streaked breasts out high and proud in front of her and the variegated red and purple globes drew the eyes of the assembled soldiers. Taylor's white panties and were soaked from the bucket and splashed with scarlet blotches, making the thin fabric cling to her lithe thighs. The Colonel was gratified to see a bit of rebelliousness still in her eyes, but she was unsteady on her feet. Her rebellion would soon gave way to a fresh fear. She was such an arousing sight to the Viet Cong sadist, whipped and reddened naked breasts heaving on her slim torso.

"P-p-please, oh please, don't do this to me", the dark-haired beauty begged in a trembling voice. "Please! Please, don't hurt me any more. Please, I beg you, please don't torture me any more!"

The Colonel motioned to two of his men who grabbed the trembling beauty and hoisted her struggling body onto a narrow railed fence. As the thin rough rail wedged between her thighs a look of uncomprehending shock appeared on the girls face. Then her full weight created an inhuman pain that erupted in her crotch and her screams roared out across the jungle again. It was hard to believe that such strident noises could possibly emerge from such a small creature.

Her mouth worked like a fish's laying on the dock and anguished groans rolled from her throat, interspersed with incoherent pleas and loud shrieks. The brutal flogging had made her beautiful breasts swell into two taut, empurpled globes heavily striped with numerous seeping red welts. The pretty brunette's upper body was sweating profusely again from the effort of enduring inhuman agony throbbing through her most private and tender parts. The sharp rail edge caused an unendurable throbbing ache straight down the middle of her slit; feeling like it was splitting her in two. She squirmed a bit and groaned loudly in pain as the plank attacked her tender labia. Above, the sun beat down mercilessly.

The next five hours seemed an eternity of misery and suffering for the young nurse. The hot sun baked the front of her naked torso, burning the pale white skin painfully. Hungry black flies crawled all over, drinking her sweat and biting her skin, but the ravenous wasps were even worse. They smelled the sweet blood oozing from her back, buttocks, sides, and breasts. When she first felt their tiny legs scratching over the aching aureoles, Taylor instinctively tried to shake the myriad insects away, but only managed to anger them. In moments, her savagely whipped breasts and nipples received numerous fiery stings all across their sore surfaces. Other stingers pierced her tender abdomen and sides. Then, of course, there was the endless agony throbbing between her straining thighs. It felt as though she was sitting on a red-hot sword that was splitting her up the middle, its endless presence grinding up against her loins. She tried to bend forward to protect her body from the sun, but the neck rope held her upright. With her arms tied behind her back as they were, the poor girl was utterly helpless to do anything to ease the hideous protracted torture in any way.

She drifted in and out of awareness as the day wore on. Once the Colonel ventured over from his quarters to check on her and saw her eyes closed. Oh, no, my pretty, you don't get away that easily. Without warning, he swept a couple of searing lashes over her lower back with his belt, right across the girl's cute sacral dimples. Taylor's sweating body jerked madly to the cuts and a long, keening wail burst from her raw throat as she was cruelly brought back to full suffering consciousness. The uncontrollable reaction to the lash made her loins grind over the sharp edge and increase the sharpness of her genital pain. The Colonel was amused to see that the cotton in front of her panties was splotched with red.

"I didn't arrange all of this for you to take a nap." He looked up at the sun. "Only a couple more hours, bitch, and then we'll see how stubborn you and your friends are." He laughed and gave her one departing slash across her tortured bare breasts before striding away. Her next real conscious awareness was waking up in agony. It seemed as if every nerve in her poor bare body was throbbing with different kinds of hurt. She had heard that a body had no ability to remember pain, but she now knew that to be false. Slowly all the hellish memories came back: her stripping and the ordeal hanging from the tree, and then the hours of anguish sitting on the fence rail. Her skin burned from the long hours in the hot sun, the whip weals hotter lines of pain across her flesh. Unconsciously her hands roamed gently over her body, trying to gentle and soothe the sorely abused flesh, but having little success. They reached to her abdomen and she started suddenly. Her panties were gone! She was now totally naked! Taylor looked about her in sudden fear. She was on the ground. She tried to move and discovered that stakes driven into the ground securing her ankles. Taylor's eyes searched about coming to rest first on blonde Michelle who was spread eagled to the ground to her right. Swiveling her head in the opposite direction she winced and moaned at the site of her tiny cousin Teri whose naked body writhed next to her oh, God, she thought, it's not over, it's not over!

She was right. The Colonel and his men had created a fire pit and were now ready to use it. Seeing what was coming the brown-haired beauty tugged at the ankle bindings with increasing desperation as her strength returned, but she was tied too tightly. The yawning spread of her legs only exposed that most delicate flesh even more to the grim tools the Colonel had assembled.

He went to the fire pit, grabbed one of the handles and pulled out a brightly shimmering red pyramid of iron. He leaned forward and touched the blunt point up into the taut hollow of her left underarm. There was a quick flash of steam and then Taylor's scream of utter suffering rang out through the large barn. The sadist slid the red-hot iron slowly down the girl's tight tender side to the top of her hip. The iron sizzled and sputtered as it left a raw red swath down Taylor's striped skin. Taylor's eyes were too filled with tears to see the other nurses being tortured in the same manner. She could hear their screams of agony occasionally over those of her own.

The Colonel continued tugging another handle from the fire pit, this one terminating with a short, hooked blade that glowed almost white-hot. Taylor's large green eyes found the cruelly gleaming blade and blubbered as it came up towards her vulnerable right breast. It dipped low now, hanging just beneath the softly rounded bulge of the female gourd. Nguyen dropped the glowing iron and then lifted it up, blade first to carve three shallow cuts into the welted under curve. Each one was announced by a short, sharp hiss, followed by the stretched brunette's desperate squeals of agony.

For the next forty minutes they continued that way, the Colonel and his sadistic men applied fresh red-hot implements all over the captive nurses' sweating nude bodies. The helpless beauties could only writhe in desperate suffering as the barbarous glowing tools caressed their most sensitive flesh.

After savagely and repeatedly raping the helpless blond one of the men found pliers and with his comrade's encouragement began to use them just below where Michelle's thighs met her slit. He squeezed hard on the jaws tearing the tender flesh apart as the jaws dug deep. Blood started to flow from the ragged wound but was stopped by another soldier who pushed a heated skewer into Michelle's thigh. The skewer was hot enough to cauterize the first wound and the soldier watched as her flesh closed, so she wouldn't bleed to death. The men stopped their grisly activities to listen to her scream! After her cries died down the soldiers returned to their ravaging of her naked body slamming their penis's into her front and back. Cum and blood oozed from every orifice on the battered beauty.

Little Teri fared far worse. Her small body was beaten about the head and raped with such violence that she swooned into a comatose state that it seemed she could not be awoken. Colonel Nguyen ordered that a glowing four-pronged skewer be stabbed into the unconscious brunette's small but well-shaped breasts. She woke with a scream of agony. Again, the men hesitated to enjoy the sound of her heart wrenching wails. They laughed as the hot steel sizzled against her nipples. Teri's screams intensified when the Colonel ordered the men to "run this white hot bayonet up and down her inner thighs, then slice the blade over her labia". For the miserable young beauty, the ordeal was pure hell. Every one of her most private and delicate parts were subjected to the hateful kiss of red-hot steel. By now, her voice was raw from screaming and her lovely nude body was bathed in the shiny sweat of torment. Her naked torso writhed lasciviously in her bonds at each new touch. The marks left by the smoldering tools stood out as brilliant scarlet lines over the duller reds of her other wounds.

The torture of the women slowed and Taylor gradually regained her breath, but the pause would only give her stamina enough for what lay ahead. Spreading the brunette's long thighs the Colonel deftly he aimed his hard purple penis between the pleading beauties puffy red genital lips. The Colonel didn't know that Taylor was still a virgin. His brutal attack happened so quickly that even he was mostly unaware of her chastity. His first thrust into the beauteous girl only partially tore her hymen but brought an intense shriek of despair from the battered girl. Not in the least deterred Nyugen groaned as he rammed his rigid penis repeatedly into the helpless girl until he was up to the hilt into the writhing girl's vagina. Deep red blood gushed past his thick tool as he smashed his hips forward into the girl. Once he was buried, one of his men moved quickly back to the fire pit.

"N-no, oh please no," Taylor babbled seeing the red hot poker about to assault her breasts. "Oh please, no more, no more. Ah, it hurts so much, so much already. Please. Please! Aaawwwooohhhhhhhh...

There would be no mercy for the helpless nurses. The ambushers were far too relentless to stop. Some of the Cong soldiers pulled glowing blades from the fire pit and hacked at the blood smeared bodies of the writhing women. Other sadists grabbed the girls' nipples squeezing the tortured flesh between the red-hot jaws. Slowly the men squeezed and then twisted the clamp on the tender breast flesh.

As the Colonel gushed his load deep inside Taylor, he issued a low, rising moan that came from deep inside him. His dull red torment implement shook in his hand, its smoking point buried in the brunette's breast pinching bruised flesh just below the nipple.

The Colonel released his grip for an instant, then applying the jaws to Taylor's nipple he squeezed down hard, crushing the tender right nipple and twisting it half away. He squeezed until he felt the jaws meet. Even the cauterizing heat of the red-hot jaws was inadequate to withstand this savage abuse and a bubbling flow of bright red blood started from the torn red nipple.

Epilog:

The torture continued into the night. The nurse's hell continued for months as Nguyen and his men marched them across Vietnam. In late September, the three nurses were incarcerated in a prison deep in North Vietnam. The remained there in almost constant misery suffering hardship and brutality until late in 1976.

North Vietnam had never admitted to the nurses' capture so they were not included in the prisoner exchange that occurred in 1973 after the American withdrawal from Vietnam. The still young women, Michelle was 29, Teri 32 and Taylor only 27, were sold to an Iraqi named Saddam Hussein. Hussein's oldest son, Uday had turned 12 and with the onset of puberty was showing signs of a vicious and malevolent demeanor. Rather than have his son waste his talents upon helpless animals or equally helpless political captive family members Saddam acquired the subjugated women and made a present of them to his son. The father was pleased to note that his son would own something amusing upon which he could find expression for his gruesome menace.