AnnaLynne was excited about the trip to South Korea to promote her new movie. While she didn't know how well it would go...it was going to straight to DVD in the states...the Far East was a new opportunity. She did a couple of talk shows the first morning and retired to her hotel. She had a big talk show appearance on a Korean late night show, and then a couple of days off to play tourist before some appearances at premiers over the weekend.

She talked to the concierge at the hotel about places to see and one of the places he recommended was the DMZ. She was only about forty miles away at the hotel in Seoul. She loved walking around Seoul; it was a lot like Japan with some great nightlife, and her manager did a great job of playing tour guide. The only thing that bothered her was the feeling that she was being watched in her travels. She thought this was odd since there weren't that many fans of 90210 in South Korea, and the CW wasn't even available there except on streaming video.

Woo Jon Ill was Kim Jong Ill's cousin, a top North Korean General, and basically a man who ran his own kingdom near the border. He was in his 50’s, big, over 250 pounds, and six foot. He had his own favored posse, and he routinely imported top South Korean prostitutes and even some Korean pop stars in to entertain this crew through the vast network of secret tunnels he had built under the dividing line between the two States. The South Koreans had looked the other way when the cash was right, and the tensions were low but that was not the case with this star. When he saw AnnaLynne on the TV his emotions weren't lust as much as anger. He wanted to put the haughty American in her place. So he began to work on a plan to take AnnaLynne for his private slave. For Woo, this wasn't a problem as he had plenty of agents even in the South Korean military willing to do his bidding.

AnnaLynne's visit to the DMZ went great; she posed for pictures with South Korean soldiers, all of whom were glad to pose with the American beauty. AnnaLynne was young, 25, about 5'6", not quite model tall. She was slim, barely weighed a 110 pounds soaking wet, but she was proud of the body that she worked out constantly to maintain. With nice tits, a slim waist and elegant legs, the South Korean soldiers enjoyed the company of the American beauty. The drive back to Seoul on the winding wooded road was uneventful until her manager and driver had to come to a sudden stop. It was a military roadblock. AnnaLynne wondered why; John her manager said not to worry, all of her papers were in order and it was probably just a routine stop.

The soldier approached the car, asked to see their papers, and then after examining them he handed them back to John. Then suddenly and without any hesitation, the soldier pointed a silenced pistol at the car and shot John in the head. AnnaLynne screamed, she wasn't even looking but the blood splattered all over her outfit and the noise shocked her. Before she could even think, strong uniformed hands reached into the back of the Hyundai and tore her out of her seat. A hood was quickly put over her head and her arms were quickly zip tied behind her back. She was startled by the strength and proficiency of the men. Resistance didn't even appear to be an option. They hustled her into a military truck and sped away. Her car was pushed down the hillside and into a forest where the soldiers lit it on fire after throwing the body of another women in the car.

They pulled into a forest two track and drove for about twenty minutes before they came to a stop. The agents couldn't believe how hot she looked in her tight jeans, sheer top and sandals. They were going to have some fun with this one, sadly only after the general had had his. They pulled AnnaLynne out of the truck and entered the tunnel. AnnaLynne had no idea how far she walked; it seemed like hours. She fell several times, and strong arms jerked her back up. Soon she was out of the tunnel and thrown in another truck. Twenty more minutes went by and she arrived at the General's compound.

She was ushered into a room and her hood was removed. Woo sat in front of her on a Lazy Boy watching 90210 videos on his 52" Sony TV. She was outraged. Who did these people think they were that they had grabbed her? She was a well educated, well raised girl, she went to the finest schools, and she KNEW she was hot. No man could treat her like this. She demanded to be released. The men laughed. Woo got up off his Lazy Boy and strolled over to her.

"So little cunt, I'll give you a choice, you can be my fuck slave for a month, and I'll pay you ten thousand American or I'll break you and have you whimpering and begging for it in a week or so, if you refuse. Don't ever let it be said that I'm not a gentleman."

Anna replied, "Fuck you bastard, do you think you can get away with this? I'm not some whore that you can buy, you've got to earn me, I'm a fucking star, not some little unknown Korean shit you can do what you want with. Hell, the Navy seals are probably on their way here right now."

Woo and his posse laughed. Anna wanted to bluff and posture her way out of this one, but it wasn't looking good. Woo shouted at her, "Do you know who I am, little bitch? Where you're standing I'm the fucking king! Strip, you cunt!"

Anna’s reply was short and not so sweet, she gave him the finger and proclaimed, "Fuck you". No man was going to treat her like this and get away with it. She didn't see the two guards approaching her from behind. One of them grabbed her right arm and twisted it behind her back quickly and forcefully. Anna thought her shoulder was getting ripped from its socket. She screamed, and was doubled over forward in pain. The general laughed, the other henchman called Jon "The Horse" strolled in front of her, grabbed her hair, and straightened her out. He then landed a quick body blow into Anna’s unprepared stomach.

Anna had trained for years including kickboxing and Karate, and she was pretty good, she thought she could take a punch, but she had no idea how much the men she trained with held back. She had a real six-pack, but she wasn't prepared for the blow of a real trained fighter that outweighed her by a 100 pounds or so. His biceps were bigger than her thighs. The pain in her stomach was excruciating, she almost threw up. Before she could begin to catch her breath Jon punched her in the stomach again harder. She was heaving, and she threw up the small lunch she had with the soldiers at the DMZ. She was doubled over gasping for breath; the soldier behind her let go of her arm, and shifted his grip to hold both of her arms. Jon laughed, straightened her up, and unleashed another blow to her bare midriff. It felt as if the fist had penetrated to her spine. She went limp in the arms of the soldier holding her.

She woke up lying on the floor surrounded by the Wo’s posse. The interrogator had used smelling salts to revive her, and she was startled but terrified. She had hoped it was all a bad dream. But the throbbing pain in her midriff told her otherwise. Woo took the honors of reviving her. He grabbed by the hair and lifted her off the floor, and she was clutching her stomach, which was still throbbing. "Now are you ready to strip, cunt?" She had no option but to comply.

She pulled off her sheer halter-top and began to slither out of her pants. She was so embarrassed; here she was being forced to strip in front of these leering men, none of which were in her league. She pulled off her bra then her panties, and tried to cover up her breasts and vagina with her slender arms, but the man who hit her before pushed them away. He told her that if she didn't comply there was more where those earlier punches came from. She nodded her head weakly. She realized at this point that she couldn't fight these bastards, but she would never give up. She was way too proud for that.

PART II

Woo said, Well, we've seen enough, now it's time to get all close and personal. But first you need a little compliance treatment. Take her to room B." The soldiers grabbed AnnaLynne and hauled her out the hallway and down the stairs in to a barred floor concrete walled room in the basement with no windows. Anna couldn't believe her eyes. It was some kind of a torture chamber. Her heart sunk in her chest in fear. A stainless steel table with all kinds of odd appendages dominated the center of the room. There were chains hanging from the ceiling and whips on the wall. A table off to the side had some kind of electrical device, a couple of stun guns, and various tools and jars with needles, etc.

Woo looked at the shivering shaking young American standing in front of him. Breaking her was going to be fun. She was a true beauty, with slim waist, great little tits, and she didn't appear to have an ounce of body fat. As the soldiers grabbed Anna and began to tie her down on the table AOH, Woo remarked. "You little whore, breaking you is going to be fun. I've seen many trained and conditioned hunks of a man reduced to sniveling little runts on this table. Why do you think you'll be any different?"

After Anna was tied down, Woo strolled over to it and hit a couple of buttons. The table seemed to adjust. Her arms were pulled tight above her head tightly enough where here tits flattened against her chest and her rib cage stuck out. Then the center of the table under her legs dropped out and her legs were spread wide. The tendons of her thighs and the opening of her vagina looked like an artist's painting they were so well defined. Woo stepped between her legs and leaned over her, his foul breath on her face. He fondled her tits and reached his hand down to her clit, fondling it and laughing. She cringed; she had never been so vulnerable in her life. Woo then motioned to his interrogator Jon to get started.

He approached the top of the table with a small jar in his hand. Anna had no idea what to expect. Woo laughed and stated "Pain, exquisite pain. You are going to be screaming for me to stop and begging for death, but that would be too easy for a proud American whore like you. We're going to start you out slow, don't want to damage you too much right off the bat."

Anna replied, "You'll never get away with this, I'll never be your willing slave." Jon began to fondle her pinky on her left hand; he then jabbed the needle in between the nail and the finger. Anna bounced off the table screaming, the nerve endings in her hand exploded. The outline of her ribs seemed to be bursting through her chest on the table, she was gasping for air. He then grabbed her second finger and repeated the process. Anna began to cry, her eyes were wide open. She was tearing at her bonds, breathless, and she had to escape this pain. When he did her third finger, Woo laughed, "You gave me the finger bitch, now I'm given it back." She was literally screaming now and bouncing off the table; it was amazing how much she was moving considering how tight she was tied.

Jon did her fourth finger and a wave of pain burst through her body like a swoon and she lost consciousness. Woo woke her up with smelling salts again, her head tossed from side to side. She was in a total panic, she knew she couldn't take this pain much more. Her left hand was throbbing and she was shaking and shivering in the cold room. Jon moved over to her right hand and grabbed her pinky and began to force a needle under the nail on her "good" hand. Her screams hit a new crescendo. Even Woo said enough is enough and he grabbed her panties and stuffed them in her mouth. Jon continued her torture until she felt like she was detached from her body as wave after wave of pain shot through her. After Jon had done all four of her fingers, Woo proclaimed, "Let's give her an hour to rest up."

Anna sagged in her bonds. The needles were still there and the slightest movement sent waves of new pain though her little hands. She was cold, shivering, and hungry; she would give anything for this to end, anything except her pride. Woo waited an hour and came back down to room B. He stepped in between Anna's legs and asked sarcastically "How are you doing, bitch?" Anna reply was a curt "fuck you". Woo responded by dropping his pants to reveal a huge erection. "Well, if you insist." Woo thrusted into her dry vagina with his hard on. Anna gasped, the needles in her fingers sent throbbing waves of pain though her body while this fat general was pounding her vagina.

The first six inches passed in easily enough but the last two with her dryness was like sandpaper. His grunts and groans were infuriating her, but the worse part was his fat slob body pounding her already bruised mid-section. She was limp, she simply had no more strength to fight back or even protest. She was nothing but a pain receptacle waiting for the next stimulus. His grunts and groans were getting faster, the pounding harder. He came, filling her up with his semen. Anna laid on the table utterly exhausted, almost in shock. Two of the soldiers entered the room as the general was cleaning up. They pulled the needles from her fingers and carried Anna into a small cell down the hall. He injected her with something. She crawled to a bare mattress curled up in the fetal position, whimpering, and fell asleep.

PART III

She woke up to a jab in the ribs the next morning. There were three soldiers in the room armed with cattle prods. They forced her up to go back to room B. Woo was waiting when she arrived. "Well, did you have an enjoyable rest, American whore?"

Anna replied, "I'll bet you have to tie all your girls down, you fat shit." Woo walked over to her and slapped her hard in the face twice. She was unable to move with the blows as one of the soldiers was holding her. Her face exploded, she felt a trickle of blood coming out of her nose. The side of her face seemed to go numb with the blows. She was in a haze. Woo said, "I'm getting tired of your insolence. Tie her down for treatment."

Today the soldiers tied her face down on the steel torture table. Her arms over head and her legs were almost together even though they were tied to separate tie downs. Her glorious ass jutted up invitingly, the muscles in her back were carved perfectly like a fine sculpture. Woo was going to have fun with that later, but he wanted to take her down a couple of more notches first. Jon strolled into the room and grabbed a large whip from the wall. He caressed Anna's backside, and actually took the whip handle and started to penetrate her anus with it. Anna was shaking, shuddering at the thought of the whip tearing at her little ass. Woo looked at him and shook his head and mouthed the words "Not yet". Jon placed the whip on the wall and grabbed a thin cane. He walked behind the table.

Anna heard the air swoosh and the cane came down on the soles of her feet! Anna howled, the pain was unbelievable. Woo was sitting in the corner, smiling, he already had a hard on and Jon was just getting started. The cane came down again. Anna was pulling with all her strength to no avail, her bonds were too tight. The bottoms of her feet felt like they had all the skin torn off them. Tears were pouring out her eyes. She was screaming, she had never felt pain like this. Jon continued slowly, canning the soles of her feet for about an hour. She lay on the table, exhausted from her struggling, her voice was almost gone from the screaming. She felt the tabletop under her legs split apart again in a "V" like the day before.

Jon stepped into the space between her legs; he fondled her perfectly round backside. Her feet were still throbbing in pain; it felt like they were on fire. Jon unbuckled his pants; she was now going to find out why he was called "The Horse". She looked back and saw the scariest thing she had ever seen, even the other four soldiers in the room gasped when they saw Jon’s massive member. It was easily 12" long and fat, there was no way she could take this in her vagina. Jon laughed and began to part the folds of her privates as she shook awaiting the inevitable.

He grabbed her slender waist and leaned forward. Anna couldn't believe the feeling in her vagina, she had never had a kid and this had to be close in reverse. Not only that, she was dry and Jon had made no attempt to lubricate her. Jon had plenty of leverage as his hands easily encircled her slim waist. He thrusted forward, even with only 4" inside her, her insides felt like she was tearing apart. Her legs ached, and Jon continued to thrust. This wasn't rape, it was impalement, each thrust exploded in her pelvis. At 8" Jon had penetrated up to Woo’s rape yesterday, and then the real work began. Jon had never been in a woman so deliciously tight, he was going to take his time.

For Anna, each thrust sent walls of pain though her midsection, with 10" inside her he had penetrated into her cervix, a place no man had ever been. Every thrust was tearing her apart, she was beginning to bawl like a little baby, and she couldn't scream her voice was gone. Jon was grunting and pounding; this was great workout. He moved faster and faster, tearing Anna apart more and more, finally (at least for Anna) he dumped a load of sperm and lay down on top of her battered stomach. As he got up he proclaimed, "Not bad for a whore, but I've had better."

Woo said to the other five soldiers in the room, "Feel free to finish her off, boys, she looks lonely." And he sat there smiling while all five of them took turns with her. She lost consciousness twice, and Woo enjoyed using the smelling salts to revive her, reveling in her expressions of fear each time she came to. Soon the soldiers tired, Anna lay limp as a mixture of blood and semen dripped out of her vagina onto the floor.

The soldiers untied her and two of them carried her to her cell. They threw her down on the mattress so hard she bounced as one of them grabbed her and injected her again and she collapsed in a heap.

PART IV

Sleep was not an option for Anna that night, even with the pain killers she had been injected with. Between the pain in her feet, her fingers which were still throbbing from their "treatment", her midriff, the bruises on her face and the insides of her thighs, and her vagina which felt like an open raw wound the relief was not enough. All through the night she just shivered and shook waiting in the fetal position. Woo realized he had to change tactics, so he gave her an extra shot of pain killers and let her sleep through the whole day and night to follow.

When she woke up to a jab in the ribs, two of the soldiers stood over her. They took her upstairs; she grimaced with any steps on her injured feet. They took her into a clean restroom and two women came in and gave her a bath. It felt good, they were gentle with her and the soft touch of the washcloths felt good against her sore body. They even put her in a luxurious bathrobe. She was seated on a couch in the first room with the TV where she first met Woo. Woo stood up and said, "There is something I want to show you." He dropped a DVD into a player and Anna stared at a closed captioned South Korean News report from the night before. It showed a picture of her and her manager John with the caption, "American Star and her manager killed in tragic auto accident-Bodies burned beyond recognition". Anna gasped when she saw it. Woo said, "Well, where are those Navy seals now, bitch?"

Anna replied by picking up a priceless Ill Dynasty vase and throwing it at Woo. Woo brushed it away and shouted something angrily to the soldiers in the room. They grabbed Anna, tore off her robe and marched her back down to room B. For today’s "session" she was tied spread eagle face up on the table. Woo sauntered in. "For today’s session we're going to take the level up a bit. We've been a bit too nice, especially for a proud American cunt like yourself."

Jon followed the soldiers into the room; he wheeled a table with a bunch of electric devices and tools over to the torture table that Anna was slapped down on. He began to gently massage one of her tits. Even strapped down to the table her tits were a handful. Natural, and Anna was proud of them. He then took an ice cube out of a bucket from the table and massaged her nipple; it stood up at attention while Anna shivered. Then he took a clamp and clamped it down on the nipple. As he tightened it down Anna mmpphhd, she had no desire to give these bastards the satisfaction of any more screams.

He repeated this with her other nipple and then attached electrical wires to the clamps. He then inserted a wood dowel in her mouth. "Wouldn't want you biting off that tongue, you're going to need it to wrap around my dick in a couple of days after you get educated," Woo retorted. He then flipped a switch, sparks arced between the two nipples, it felt like her tits were in a microwave about to explode. The whippings, punches, needles, caning...nothing had felt like this. She felt like her heart was about to explode. When the shocks ended she continued to bounce on the table for about three minutes shaking and gasping for breath.

Jon laughed, Woo nodded, and he flipped the switch again. Anna screamed though her gag; she bounced on the table like a fish on dry land. Her ribs looked like they were going to explode though her chest; she was heaving, gasping and crying. Jon looked at her and stated, "Well, do you want me to turn it up? That was level 10; we've hardly got the thing warmed up. Lets turn it up to 20." Jon flipped the switch, Anna felt like she someone was pounding her chest with a sledgehammer. Her well-defined muscles strained at her bonds but she was no match for the ropes of her torturers. When the shock died down she just lay panting on the table, her eyes wide open. He flipped the switch again, and the cycle continued, pain, agony and more pain.

After about an hour of this, Anna was indeed a broken mess. Sadly for her Woo couldn't hear her pleas though her gag. She actually was so vulnerable she began crying for her mother like a broken little girl. For Woo, he wanted to finish her off today; he was tired of the haughty American bitch. So he nodded to Jon who was going to take things up a notch. He approached Anna, who was now trembling in fear at the thought of even a touch from her interrogators. With what looked like a steel dildo, Anna was shaking violently now as Jon inserted the steel dildo into her vagina. He then secured electrical connections to the dildo. She began to piss uncontrollably on the table. "Look, the bitch is losing control. We're going to light you up, bitch," Jon stated almost casually. Jon flipped the switch, and Anna’s vagina felt like someone had lit it on fire she bounced off the table as the shocks alternated between her tits and cunt. It seemed to go on forever, not that it mattered anymore. Anna had given up. She was just waiting for death, but instead she was rewarded with unconsciousness.

PART V

She woke up in her cell she had no idea how long she had been there; if there had been sheets she would have hung herself. She wanted to die, her vagina felt like it had was an open throbbing womb, her breasts felt like someone had torn them from her chest, and there wasn't a spot on her body except her ass that didn't hurt. She was done, broken, she would do anything they wanted. She would give into their demands, she just hoped she would get a chance to slash her wrists and end it all when they let their guards down.

Jon and Woo entered the room while she laid in a fetal position. They grabbed her quickly before she had a chance to plead and gagged her. "No protests from you tonight, bitch. I'm tired of your screaming,"s Woo proclaimed as he rolled her over on her stomach and twisted her arms behind her back. Woo grabbed her hair and pushed her down in the mattress. He entered her roughly in the anus. Anna screamed, the one place they hadn't violated! She had a lot of experimental sex in her 25 young years but her ass was still virgin, now these SOB's were taking that from her.

Woo was in heaven. What an incredible tight ass, and he was pounding it. He was only 4" in and he had never experienced an ass like this. He reached around her back and grabbed her tits for leverage and began to pound in. At 6" in, Anna's pelvis felt like it was going to explode. Her head was beginning to ache, tears were pouring out of her eyes, would this never end? Woo just laughed and continued to pull in and out slowly but heavily like a jackhammer. He wanted to make this one last, but her tightness was getting the better of him. He began to grunt and pound and finally he exploded with a load of semen in her tender anus. He stood up and said, "Have at it, Horse."

Oh God, she thought, there was no way she could survive the penetration of Jon’s 12" in her tiny little anus. Jon thought otherwise. He reached around her slender waist, clamped down and pushed as hard as he could. She was tight, but he was real strong. Anna felt like her spine was going to snap from the pressure, her head was throbbing as the pain rode up her back. They didn't need to hold her anymore; she was too weak to even feign a struggle. Every inch was excruciating for Anna, and ecstasy for Jon.

He knew she was finished, she knew it too, and it was like a never-ending nightmare. No man would ever desire her again. But Jon labored on and on as Anna faded; Jon finally came as Anna collapsed into a swoon on the couch. Jon had never had such a satisfying torture experience in his life. Usually by the time Woo finished with a victim there was little left for Jon, but Woo wanted this bitch broken so badly he let Jon use his endowment as a weapon to get the job done.

Anna had her toughest night ever. Even with the painkillers she woke up three times with nightmares. All she could think about was dying, escaping this horror. She no longer wanted to live.

PART VI

Anna was awakened by a couple of the soldiers next the following morning. She couldn't walk, in between the pain in her feet and ass, she could barely manage a couple of steps. They half carried, half dragged her into room B. For a change of pace the soldiers tied her hands in front of her. One of the soldiers lowered a chain from the ceiling with an electric switch and attached it to her bonds. She protested saying, "Tell Woo I'll do anything he wants, just please don't hurt me anymore!" She began to sob. The soldiers not knowing English were unimpressed. Woo entered the room with his sidekick Jon. He immediately taunted her. "That was some tight ass last night, I wonder if you'll be that tight tonight for the rest of my men."

Anna pleaded, admitting to Woo that she was broken and would do anything he wanted willingly. Woo laughed. "Too late, bitch. A couple of days ago maybe, but I'm not even interested in fucking you anymore, maybe I'll sell you to some Thai whorehouse, but I doubt they'd want you now. String her up, boys." The chain tightened up on the winch and she was suspended arms overhead to the point where her toes could barely touch the floor. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep the weight off her throbbing shoulders for long, especially as weakened as she was.

Jon circled behind her and grabbed a whip off the wall. He snapped it once. Anna shuddered; she knew this was the end. Even with her bruises and burn marks from the electric shocks she was still hot as hell; Jon was really enjoying this. He proclaimed, "Hey bitch, I'm good at this. Any last wishes? I'm going to make it last." Then she heard a whoosh and her back exploded. It felt like a swath of the skin off her back had been torn off. Again the whip fell; the tip of the whip curled around and caught her nipple and it felt like it was sliced off. Another blow fell this time on her ass. After ten lashes it felt like someone had coated her backside with gasoline and lit it on fire. She was screaming and gasping. Each breath was agony. This was like crucifixion, and she welcomed death.

After another five lashes, it seemed to go on for eternity, she passed out. Woo laughed as he got to use the smelling salts again. "You ain’t so tough now, cunt." After another ten lashes, she faded into a fog. She didn't even hear the explosions as the Navy Seals entered the compound.

EPILOGUE