"My business takes me to this area. My colleagues let me borrow this Jeep."

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Your blood runs cold as he commands his soldiers to ready their arms. He gestures for one of them to open the car door. "It seems that if you are not the car's owner, then you cannot guarantee it contains no contraband. Raise your arms and exit the vehicle."

Outnumbered and outgunned, you have to obey. As you exit, two soldiers pull you by the arms and drag you some distance away while the others search the vehicle. They stop in front of the sergeant, bind your arms with cord, and shove you stumbling forward.

The sergeant grabs you by the wrists, and you wince as he twists you around. The two soldiers point their guns at you. "You only need to give them a reason," he growls into your ear. You turn away, not out of fear, but to hide the dark rage in your eyes.

"Please," you whisper, struggling to maintain your facade of innocence. "I am only a businesswoman."

The sergeant ignores you and has barely even pretends to pat you down before molesting you. His hand paws at and kneads each of your breasts in turn, before sliding underneath your blouse. You're desperately wishing you'd worn a bra when you start to squirm against the roughness of his thumb rubbing your nipple.

"Please sto -- umf!" You involuntarily cry out as he aggressively clenches your breast and twists to punish your arguing. You breathe heavily as he seemingly grants you reprieve, only to feel a cold chill as you hear him unzip his pants.

The hot breathy growl intrudes upon your ear. "Alright, fucking whore. We'll do something else."

He grabs your bound hands and forces you to grasp your soft fingers around his member. When you reflexively recoil and pull away, his free hand plunges into your trousers, and you moan breathlessly as you feel him searching between your thighs. His palm presses against your clit and pushes your hands and ass against his engorged cock.

You feel yourself getting wet against the strokes of his hand between your legs, and he coaxes more moans out of you between the sobs. Defeated, you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke, hoping satisfying him will buy you respite. A few minutes later, he groans a guttural swear and you feel the heated fluid of his ejaculant splattering in your hands and down your backside.

His fingers pump your pussy for a straining final moments, jerking your lean and silky thighs violently before sliding out of your body with a humiliating slickness. He shoves you to the ground, leaving you to contemplate furiously how close you were to cumming for him.

The sergeant is buckling his trousers when one of the men who was searching your Jeep presents him with the AK-47 you'd left in the car. He nods, unperturbed, and hands your Walther and combat knife to the soldier. Tears brim in your eyes as you realize that you were so preoccupied with his invasive attentions that he'd been able to remove them from your body without you noticing.

"Take her in for questioning. Do what you want with the bitch, just make sure she can still answer our questions." He idly sniffs the remainder of your glistening essence on his fingers, before smiling joylessly at you and turning away.

The two soldiers who were previously guarding you shove you into a military vehicle without even giving you time to button your blouse. They briefly argue over which one of them will get to sit in the back with you; the larger one with a grizzled beard wins and sits next to you with a dark smile.

"Please," you beg. You're not sure what you were going to say next as the man looms over you and pushes you against the window, his arms groping painfully at your exposed, still-erect tits. You whimper and recoil as his stinking breath pervades the air and he creeps forward for your mouth.

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