When he finished, a cheer came from the soldiers. The General walked the few feet to where Diana knelt submissively. As Diana watched anxiously, he opened his fly and took out his cock. Was he going to rape her in front of these men, she wondered. Then without warning, the General began to piss in her face. A stream of warm, stinking piss hit her in the face, burning her eyes and running between her open lips before she could react. A shuddering Diana quickly surpressed her initial impulse to bolt. Instead, she simply dropped her face to stare at the ground while he continued to direct his piss on to her face and hair. It ran over her head and onto her naked chest, coating her breasts. It ran down her stomach and over her sensitive cunt before running down her legs, soaking the flight suit legs in the process. She was drenched in his smelly urine. Despite the strong survival instincts which had gotten her this far, at this moment Diana wanted nothing so much as to die. She had never felt so thoroughly humiliated in her life. She had been used as a toilet by this arrogant camel jockey. To make it even more humiliating, his use of her as his toilet had been witnessed by forty cheering Iraqi soldiers. As they cheered and fired weapons into the air, the General forced open her mouth with his thumbs. Then, as he held it open with one hand, he directed the last trickle of urine directly into her mouth as she looked up at him helplessly. Neither the bitter taste of his piss hitting her tongue nor the feeling of his hot piss filling her stomach was worse than the terrible humilation she felt.