T16 Partisan Revenge {Titmouse} (M+F+,war,rape)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Partisan Revenge
by Titmouse
(C)1997, All Rights Reserved
When we pushed into the village, we found the men
had all fled except for a handful of old ones who
guarded the school. They stood defiantly behind a
barricade of desks and chairs that they had piled in a
semicircle around the entrance.
We tried to persuade them to put down their arms --
which appeared to consist of a few old rifles and
pistols -- but they refused. Harlit told me to take my
squad and capture or kill them. He would take the main
body and pursue the men of the village into the forest.
He would leave a rear guard on the main road, and I was
to join them again as soon as possible.
Hoping to avoid a fight and the possible loss of
any of my men, I tried once again to convince the small
band of old peasants to surrender. Peering around the
corner of a weathered wood house, I shouted my promise
that they would be allowed to leave safely if only they
would leave their weapons behind. For my pains, I got
shot at. The bullet smacked into the frame of the
house, spraying splinters, two of which cut my cheek.
Turning to Wocznik, who carried the heavy machine
gun, I told him to take them out, and sent the others to
circle around to the left under Karel's command. While
the medic was digging out the splinters and applying
iodine, Wocznik quickly set up. Placing the machine gun
on the tripod that Janusch carried for him, Woz poked
the barrel around the corner and began to spray the
barricade.
It was over in less than a minute. Those who were
not cut down immediately were cowering under shelter
when the rest of the squad stormed the barricade. I had
joined Woz just at the last, firing my automatic rifle
to help keep their heads down. Karel and the men
charged in from the side, quickly jumped over the
barricade and took out those remaining. I ran up as
quickly as possible, but it was almost all over but the
time I rejoined them. I saw Karel kick a gray-bearded
man. When he grunted in pain, Karel dispatched him with
a pistol bullet to the back of the head.
"Watch the door," I told Karel, then surveyed the
bodies. There were nine of them, eight old men and one
boy of perhaps 12. The men dragged them into a pile
along the schoolhouse wall. We caught one more who was
playing dead and improved his performance.
The school was made of gray brick and not large,
perhaps 15 meters on each side. There was only one
window on the nearest wall. As Wocznik and Janusch
rejoined us with the machine gun, I sent two groups of
two men each around the building in opposite directions
with instructions to see that no one left from the back.
I was pretty sure what we had inside.
Moving along the wall to the window, I put my hat
on a stick and slowly raised it into view of anyone
inside. Nothing happened. I "walked" it across the
window and there was still no reaction. Cautiously,
cocking my head to one side so as to expose as little of
me as possible, I raised an eye to the window and looked
in.
In the far corner, a group of women and girls was
huddled together, arms around each other. I ducked and
switched to the other side of the window, checking the
other part of the room. I saw nothing but bare floor.
"I see about 20 women in the far corner, nothing
else," I said to the six men who remained with me.
"Karel, go in with Vlad. Be careful."
The two men took up positions on either side of the
door. Cautiously, Karel reached out and tried the
handle. Not surprisingly, it was locked.
"Stand back," I said, stepping back from the window
and raising my automatic. I put three shots into the
lock, and the door gave, swinging open a few inches. I
moved back to my post at the window.
Vladimir poked the door open wider with the barrel
of his rifle. There was no sound but the creak of the
door hinge and a faint whimpering from inside. Karel
signaled Vlad that he would go in low. He leaned his
weapon against the side of the building and drew his
pistol. Vladimir nodded and raised his rifle to his
shoulder, pointing it into the open door.
With a sudden push, Karel dived through the
doorway, rolled over and quickly twisted on his stomach
to search the room. Then he stood up, his eyes on the
group of women in the far corner, and waved us in.
We followed Karel into the room, weapons ready.
While two of the men covered the cluster of women, I
sent two others to check the restrooms and closet. I
went to the far window and called over the two guards I
had posted.
"It looks like we're going to have a special
action," I said. "Post yourselves at opposite corners
and keep watch. "I'll see you are relieved and get your
turn."
There was a burst of noise behind me, coming from
the girls bathroom. I started toward it, my automatic
ready, but before I'd gone more than a couple of steps,
I saw Skas emerge, dragging a young girl by the arm.
Kasimir came out of the boys restroom and shook his
head. I took the girl from Skas and shoved her toward
the group in the far corner. While she joined them,
Skas and Kasimir checked out the closet. It was full of
jackets, boots and various other items, but no people.
For the first time, I inspected the huddled group
of women. There were fourteen of them. Three were old
women with white hair, one of whom was cradling the girl
Skas had found in her arms. The others ranged from a
child of perhaps six to a matron in her forties.
"Stand up," I ordered them. "Now!"
Slowly, the women rose to their feet. They
remained in a cluster in the corner.
"Make a line," I commanded, pointing along the back
wall. Reluctantly, they obeyed, gradually arranging
themselves in a ragged line along the wall. The newly
found girl remained in the arms of the old woman, turned
away from us with her face buried in the woman's bosom.
I walked to the closest end of the line and began
moving down it. I selected out the three oldest women
and the youngest girls, dragging them out of line and
shoving them toward the center of the room. I hesitated
briefly at the middle-aged woman, then shrugged and left
her in the line. When I reached the old woman with the
child, I pulled them apart, pushing the woman toward the
center and looking more closely at the girl. She was
perhaps 13, but old enough for our purposes.
That left six still in line: the middle-aged
woman, two younger women in their 20s, two teenage girls
whose breasts showed they were clearly past puberty. and
the young girl who had been hiding in the bathroom.
"Karel, Skas," I said, "take the others outside and
set them free." Skas looked at me and nodded. He knew
what I meant. "Come back as soon as you're done," I
added.
Those who weren't guarding the remaining women
herded the others outside. Through the window, I saw
Karel line them up against the wall of the adjacent
building. Some stood bravely, others wept. Then the
rifle fire started, and they crumpled one after the
other to the ground.
At the sound of weapons firing so soon after the
group had left, the remainder started wailing, knowing
what was happening outside. I waited for the noise to
stop. The door opened and Karel and Skas rejoined us.
"Now," I said, addressing the women, "we are going
to have our way with you. You can either cooperate or
join your friends outside."
I fixed my gaze on the oldest of them, the middle-
aged woman. She looked at me defiantly.
"Step out," I said. She did not move. I stepped
to her quickly, grabbed a handful of hair, and dragged
her out of the line. I let go and stepped back.
"Take your clothes off," I ordered. She stood
motionless, her head bowed. "Don't make me angry. Take
off your clothes." She raised her head, looking at me,
but otherwise made no move.
I looked at Karel and Skas. "Take her out," I
said.
They each grabbed an arm and dragged the woman to
the door. As they neared it, Karel gave her a shove
which sent her staggering through the open door frame.
Seeing her silhouetted there, I raised my automatic in
one smooth, quick motion and shot her in the back,
blowing her out through the door. She collapsed in
flight and landed in a crumpled heap.
"Make sure," I said to Skas. He stepped outside
and kicked the woman savagely. When she didn't react,
he used a foot to turn her over, looked at her, then
stepped back through the door and closed it.
"Good shot," he said.
I turned back to the remaining five, who had been
shocked into silence. They had drawn into a small
group, arms around each other.
"Karel," I said, "you and I will stand guard. The
rest of you, you know what to do."
There were five men, one for each female remaining.
They stacked their weapons in a corner and advanced on
the cowering group. Reaching into the cluster, the men
grabbed at arms, pulling the group apart and dragging
the women with them. Skas and Micha both had grabbed
the same girl, who had been holding the youngest, one on
either arm. For a moment, they glared at each other.
"Take the young one, Skas," I said. "She'll be
good and tight." Skas looked at me, smiled evilly, and
let go. He wrapped his arms around the little one and
pushed her toward the corner.
Things moved very fast then. Not bothering with
niceties, the men started ripping the clothing off their
victims. There were cries and slaps. Soon, the women
were being pushed to the floor.
Micha's victim was a pretty teenager with light
brown hair. Before pushing her to her knees, Micha had
ripped open the top of her green dress, exposing a well-
developed bosom covered in a worn, gray bra. Forcing
his hand into the front of one cup, Micha ripped it
apart, too. It hung from one shoulder, revealing pale
tits capped with rose areolas and slightly darker
nipples. Putting a hand on each shoulder, Micha forced
the girl to her knees, then pulled his pants open and
fished out his tool.
"Suck it, bitch," he growled. He grabbed her hair
with both hands and pulled her face against his crotch,
rubbing his cock against her face. Then he pulled back
slightly and prodded her mouth with the head. "Open up,
god damn it!" He dropped his hold with one hand,
slapped her hard, then grabbed his prick and pushed it
between her lips. They parted slowly, and Micha,
pushing his hips and pulling her hair, stuffed about
half his manhood into her mouth. Letting go of his
cock, Micha grabbed her hair again.
"Now suck it, you cunt," he ordered harshly. "And
watch your teeth! You know how to do it. Suck it
good!" He began pumping his cock in and out of the
young girl's mouth, pulling and pushing with his hands
to set the tempo. After one push gagged the girl, she
raised her hands in self-defense and wrapped them around
Micha's prick to keep him from plunging too deeply into
her throat. She was crying, eyes closed, while Skas
fucked her mouth brutally.
A few feet away, Olic -- never very subtle or
adventurous -- had simply thrown his captive onto her
back, pushed her skirt up around her waist, torn off her
undergarments, and started pushing his thick, peasant
prick into her, pausing only to spit on his hand and
anoint the head of his dick when he found her too dry to
penetrate. His pimpled butt, still half covered by his
green Army undershorts, bobbed up and down as he pumped
in and out of her. Once he was well seated, he paused
briefly to tear open the top of her dress, exposing a
set of heavy breasts. Olic licked, sucked and bit at
them as he fucked her.
Wocznik and Vladimir had taken a little more time
with their two women -- one adult and the other teenage
girl -- stripping them naked before pulling them down
onto the tattered remnants of their garments. Woz
was on top of the older of the two, slowly stuffing his
cock into her. His hands were under her knees, pushing
them up almost to her shoulders and spreading them wide
apart. The woman was crying as Wocznik forced the
remainder of his prick up her cunt, but not as loudly as
the young teenager that Vlad was attacking.
She had resisted his first effort to penetrate her,
earning her a series of slaps. When she raised her
hands to protect her face, Vlad had punched her
viciously in the stomach, then opened his clothes and
got into position while she struggled for breath.
"No, no!" she cried. "I've never done it. Please!
Please don't! Oh, god, noooo!"
All this was useless. Vladimir pushed her legs
apart roughly, applied saliva to his large, erect cock,
and notched it in the opening of her pussy. Holding her
down with one arm and guiding his dick with the other
hand, Vlad forced his prick into her fuck channel in
several violent shoves of his hips. The girl shrieked
in pain as he battered into her virgin pussy, then
fainted.
Skas was in the corner with the youngest girl and
making slow progress. She was standing still, her back
pressed into the corner, her arms crossed in protection
over her chest which Skas had bared by tearing off her
blouse and ripping her slip to her waist. There was not
much for her small arms to cover, for her young breasts
will little more than bulges. Her simple skirt was
still around her waist, but Skas had pulled it up in
front, baring her slim legs, to paw at her genitals.
His hand was thrust between her legs, his fingers pushed
through a leg hole of her cotton underpants and
manipulating her pussy.
Skas was using his body to trap the girl in the
corner. He pulled his hand out of her crotch and seized
her thin panties, dragging them down her legs.
Instinctively, the girl locked her knees, stopping their
descent at mid-thigh. Skas let go of them and forced
his hand back between her legs, clawing at her thigh
when she resisted until pain made her relent and let his
hand push inward again to fondle her pussy. Then, with
one hand in her crotch and an arm around her neck, Skas
simply picked the small girl up and threw her to the
floor.
The girl banged her head hard when she fell and was
momentarily stunned. Skas pushed her skirt up and
ripped her panties down. Wedging his knees between her
legs, he quickly opened his pants and pulled out his
large, rock-hard prick. He fell forward on the girl,
trapping her beneath him, and reached between them to
grasp his erection and guide it toward her small, virgin
pussy.
His hips jerked forward as Skas tried to drive
himself into her, causing the young girl to shriek in
pain and horror, but she was too small and he was too
large to get in without lubrication. As the others had,
he spit on his fingers several times and rubbed the knob
of his cock, then renewed his efforts. With a violent
shove forward, Skas managed to lodge his prick in the
small girl's channel.
Her eyes bulged as she felt Skas' huge too wedge
into her tight passage, and her mouth opened in a silent
scream. Skas pushed both of his hands under the girl's
slim ass and pulled up, driving his cock into her.
Finding her voice again, she screamed in agony as he
forced his way past her maidenhead and into the depths
of her belly.
Once he had buried himself in her, Skas began
pumping in and out. Each downward shove evoked a cry
from the girl as she felt her intimate part stretched
violently by each repeated invasion. Skas glanced
around the room, saw me looking at him, and grinned.
Meanwhile, Olic had quickly finished with his
woman. I heard him grunt fiercely three times as he
shot his spunk into her, slamming his hips down against
her and grinding them around. He collapsed onto her for
a few moments, then pulled out and rose to his knees
between her legs. He used the woman's dress to wipe his
cock and his hands, then staggered to his feet and
fastened his clothes. He looked over at me.
"Take over for Karel," I said. Olic put out a hand
for Karel's rifle and carried it to the corner where the
others were stacked, retrieving his own. Then he walked
to the window and looked out before turning to watch the
room.
As soon as he handed over his weapon, Karel
unbuckled his belt and walked over to Olic's recent
victim. She lay there with her dress pushed up to her
waist and torn panties still around one leg. Her dark
pussy hair contrasted with the white flesh around it.
The lips of her sex gaped open slightly, glistening with
Olic's cum. She had one arm thrown over her eyes.
"Turn over, cunt," Karel said, prodding her with
his foot. When she didn't move fast enough to suit him,
he kicked her in the ribs. Groaning, the woman rolled
onto her stomach. Karel reached down, grasped the
collar of her dress, and ripped the tattered garment
down her back. Another sharp pull tore it completely
off her, leaving her naked except for the shredded
panties around one knee and the torn bra that was still
hooked in back but hung open in front where Olic had
ripped it open. Her heavy breasts puffed out beside her
arms.
Karel knelt behind her, forcing her legs apart. He
pushed his pants and undershorts down around his knees,
then grabbed the woman around the waist and pulled her
up into a kneeling position. Grasping his prick with
one hand, he fed his rampant erection into the well-
lubricated channel that Olic had just abandoned, sliding
his cock into her pussy in one forceful shove.
The woman groaned as he slammed his prick home
several times. She lowered her head onto her arms,
keeping her butt high.
"Move your ass, bitch," Karel said roughly. "Fuck
me back. Come on. Twist around on my cock, god damn
it."
The woman complied, rocking back and forth to meet
Karel's plunging prick and rolling her hips in the age-
old movement of sex. Her movements were mechanical
rather than enthusiastic. Karel pumped into her a few
more times, then pulled back and withdrew his cock.
"It's too loose in there," he said to no one in
particular. "I hate being second."
Putting an arm under the woman's stomach and
grasping his cum-slickened dick in the other hand, he
raised his aim, centering the head on the woman's
asshole.
"Oh, no, please," she whined, "not there. Please
don't do it there. I'll be good to you, I promise.
I'll do anything else. Please not there."
Karel ignored her pleas. With his cock made
slippery by the Olic's cum and the juices from her cunt,
he forced the head of it against the tight rosebud of
her ass.
"Hold still, bitch, or you'll be sorry," he
growled. "Maybe your ass will be tight enough for me."
He snapped his hips forward and drove his cock into her
asshole, getting in part way. The woman screamed and
fell forward, leaving Karel holding his dick in his
hand.
"God damn it!" he roared, dropping onto her back.
The woman tried to crawl away, moving her arms and legs
futilely against his weight. Karel lifted his butt
slightly and re-centered his cock on the target, then
shoved forward brutally, driving his prick up her ass.
"There, you cunt, how do you like that?" he
snarled, slamming forward several times and forcing his
cock all the way into her asshole. She screamed in pain
as he tore his way into her.
"Aw, don't kid me," Karel said. "You love it.
Isn't this the way all you peasants fuck? Like that.
And that." He began fucking her ass hard and fast,
driving into her repeatedly despite her cries.
Wocznik and Vladimir were watching Karel
appreciatively.
"Way to go, Karel," Vlad called. "That's teaching
them a lesson." He glanced at Wocznik and grinned.
"Let's do him one better."
"What do you have in mind?" Woz asked.
"Let's do both of ours the same way -- at the same
time," Vlad said. "Roll yours over on her side, facing
me, and get in her from behind."
Grinning uncertainly, but certainly willing, Woz
slid his cock out of the woman he was fucking and, by
pushing a shoulder down and a hip up, rolled her onto
her side. Then he lay down behind her and moved up
close. His prick, shiny with lubrication from her
pussy, stuck between her legs.
"No... no..." the woman moaned, but she made no
move to avoid what she surely knew was going to happen.
Behind her, Wocznik grabbed his cock in one hand and
lifted the top cheek of the woman's ass with his other,
revealing the slot of her crack and the tight circle of
her anus. He moved forward and poked his prick between
the woman's cheeks, guiding it to her asshole.
"Please, no..." the woman begged, then grunted in
sudden pain as Woz began driving his cock up her butt.
"Oh, god, nooooooo!" she cried. "Ow! Ow! Argggggh!"
Wocznik paid no attention to her cries. Once he
had the head of his prick in her, he shifted his grip to
her upper hip and pulled her back toward his invading
cock. With the lubrication of her own pussy aiding the
merciless shoves of Woz's dick, he soon drove it all the
way up her butt.
"Ahhhhhh," he sighed, enjoying the woman's cries,
"nice and tight. Now what?" He stroked slowly in and
out of the woman's asshole. She whimpered each time he
pushed into her.
"You'll see," said Vlad. By now his teenage
victim, who had fainted at first, had regained
consciousness. She lay beneath him, eyes glazed, while
Vlad thrust in and out of her newly violated cunt.
"Time to learn some new tricks, girl," he said. He
pushed back off of her, withdrawing his cock from her
pussy. He looked down at himself, saw the streaks of
blood on his prick, and crowed. "Hey, she really was a
virgin. What do you know? Well, she's going to lose
two virginities in one day!"
Remaining on his hands and knees, Vlad pushed and
pulled at the girl to make her turn around the other way
so that her head faced the feet of the older woman next
to her. She remained limp as he adjusted her position
so that her face was near the other woman's pussy and
her own recently violated channel was only inches from
the woman's face.
"Hey, bitch," Vlad said to the woman, poking her
with a finger. "Eat this girl's cunt. Don't mind the
blood." Putting a hand behind the teenager's ass, he
pushed her forward until her bush brushed the woman's
nose. "Come on, bitch. Get to it. I want to see your
tongue in this little cunt's hole."
While Woz continued to stroke slowly in and out of
the woman's asshole, watching the proceedings in front
of him, Vlad pushed the two females together closer and
closer, raising the younger girl's leg to open her pussy
to the woman's mouth, dragging the woman's arm across
the girl's hip and making her pull the girl to her,
pressing the woman's face into the girl's reddened slot
and the girl's hips toward the woman's face.
"Go on, god damn it," Vlad barked. "Lick it!" He
grabbed a handful of the woman's hair and pulled sharply
forward. Reluctantly, the woman extended her tongue and
licked at the girl's pussy. "That's it. That's it. Go
on. Eat her out, bitch. Enjoy it! It's not every day
you get to lick a virgin's cunt just after she's had her
first man."
Once he had the woman started, Vladimir turned his
attention to the young teenager. He shifted around and
began arranging them in the same way, lifting the
woman's top leg upward to reveal her glistening pussy
and pushing the girl's face toward it. Behind the
woman's empty snatch, Woz's cock was sliding in and out
of her ass.
"Now it's your turn, you little cunt," Vlad said.
"Go on, do it! She's showing you how, you little bitch.
Eat her cunt out. Go on!"
Hesitantly, the girl moved her head up between the
woman's thighs. Her nose almost touched the woman's
pussy, but she made no further move. Vlad put his hand
on the back of her head and pressed her face into the
wet slot before her.
"I said eat it, bitch. Get busy or I'll hurt you
bad. You understand me? Lick her pussy, just like
she's licking yours."
Eyes closed, the girl slowly extended her tongue,
recoiling slightly when it touched the slick lips of her
reluctant partner's slot. Then she pushed her tongue
out again and slid it between the lips, licking from top
to bottom.
"That's better," Vlad said. "Now keep it up. And
do a good job, too. Make her feel it."
He watched the two females for a while as they
licked at each other. Woz was watching, too, grinning
at the sight of the two women, one of whom he was
buttfucking, sucked each other's cunts.
"How about you?" he asked Vlad.
"My turn now," Vlad said. He leaned down close to
the teenager's ear and whispered harshly, "It's your
turn, bitch. Don't give me any trouble, you hear? Keep
your face in her pussy and your tongue in her cunt and
hold still."
Vlad slipped down behind her. Although his cock
still gleamed with lubrication, he spit on his palm and
rubbed it onto the head of his mantool. Then he pulled
her fanny open and nudged his cock forward to her
asshole. The girl flinched forward when she felt it
push between her cheeks, which only drove her pussy
against the woman's face.
"Okay, bitch, here it comes!," Vlad rasped, and
drove his cock forward. His first lunge shoved the head
of his dick about halfway into her tight asshole. She
screamed in agony and tried to get away, but there was
nowhere to go. Vlad jerked his hips forward again,
forcing another scream out of her as he managed to get
the entire head in her virgin ass channel. Vlad put a
hand behind her head and forced her face into the other
woman's snatch. He put the other arm around her middle
and began shoving his cock up her asshole. The girl's
screams of pain were muffled in the woman's pussy.
"Ahhhh... Ahhhh...." Vlad groaned as he drove
forward. "It's so tight! What a feeling! Take that,
bitch. Ahhhhh.... Jesus!... What a tight hole this
little bitch has. Do you like it, you cunt? Do you
like taking a man's cock up your asshole? Feels
goooooood, doesn't it?"
Both of the females were crying, partly from pain
and partly from the humiliation. It was bad enough that
they were being forced to lick each other's private
parts, which was sinful and awful in it's own right.
But to this humiliation was added the excruciating pain
and violation of having the men's cocks driven up their
tight assholes
with no concern for the suffering it was causing them.
"Great idea, Vlad," said Woz, grinning widely.
"What would you call this? Sixty-Six-Ninety Nine?" He
laughed at his own joke. "Ooooh, this one is so
tight I can hardly believe it," Vlad responded. "I've
never felt anything so tight." He had managed to stuff
nearly all his king-sized cock up the teenager's tight
butt by this time. Only an inch was still outside her.
He gave a merciless lunge and drove the remainder up her
ass, bringing another sheik of pain from the girl. The
two men began fucking the women's asses together,
matching rhythms, sliding in and out of the assholes
that gripped their rock-hard erections.
Over in the corner, Skas was still driving himself
into the young girl, who had stuffed a part of her
shredded dress into her mouth to bite on. Tears ran
down her face from closed eyes. The hammer blows from
Skas rained faster and faster against her small young
hips as he shoved his big cock into her violated slot.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned, gritting his teeth. "I...
I... I'm gonna cum!" He leaned forward and buried his
teeth in her neck. "Ahrrrgh! Yes! Goddamnit! Yes!"
He pushed his cock all the way into her, flattening
her under his weight, as he shot his cum into her,
pumping the first ever load into her virgin pussy. The
girl cried out in anguish, as he jerked his hips
convulsively.
After a moment, Skas rolled off her and onto his
back, his still hard prick pulling free of the young
girl's snatch and flopping onto his belly. The girl
rolled away from him onto her side, drawing her knees up
and pressing her thighs together.
Still lying on his back, Skas pulled his pants up
and fastened them, then rose to his feet and tucked in
his shirt.
"You want her, Sarge? I'll take over guard."
I had not planned to indulge myself, but the young
girl was tempting. I'd never had one so young.
"Yeah," I said. I handed my automatic to Skas to
carry to the stack in the far corner. He took it there
and recovered his own weapon, then joined Olic on guard.
I grabbed a straight-backed chair and carried over to
the corner where the girl lay huddled, setting it in the
corner so that it faced into the room, and sat down.
The girl lay at my feet.
"Come on, girl," I said, nudging her with my toe.
"Sit up now."
She opened her eyes, looking warily at me. I
nudged her again.
"I said 'Sit up,'" I repeated. "Don't give me a
hard time, it'll just make it worse for you. I'm not
going to hurt you."
Slowly, she pushed herself up, turning to one side
and pulling her skirt down over her knees. She leaned
against her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs,
hiding her bared upper torso as best she could.
"I said I wasn't going to hurt you," I told her.
"That doesn't mean I'm not going to look at you. Lean
back on your hands."
She look at me for the first time, her eyes full of
hate. Slowly, she relaxed her grip on her knees and put
her arms back, leaning onto her hands. Her small
breasts were bigger than I had first thought, but not
much. They rounded outward from her thin chest and were
tipped by small nipples that were erect, probably from
the cool room.
"That's better," I said. "If you do what I tell
you, I won't hurt you. But you have to be good."
She glared at me, but otherwise did nothing. I
thought about making her take off her skirt but decided
that the short, school uniform skirt was more
interesting than her undeveloped body. I opened my
knees and beckoned her. "Come here."
Her eyes widened in fright, but otherwise she
didn't move. I raised a warning finger in the air and
waggled it at her.
"I warn you not to make me angry," I growled.
"You'll be very sorry if you do. Now come here."
Warily, she leaned forward onto her hands and knees
and crawled toward me. When she got close enough, I
took both her thin arms in my hands and pulled her up
onto her knees. She hung her head down, not looking at
me.
"Unzip me and take it out," I said. She froze. I
gave her a little shake. "Don't make me repeat things.
Take it out for me."
I relaxed my grip enough that she could move but
kept my hands around her thin arms. She fumbled at the
front of my pants, obviously unfamiliar with the way it
worked. Finally, she found the zipper tab and began to
tug it downward. Slowly, she worked it all the way
down, then sat there, her eyes downcast.
"Go ahead, girl," I said. "Take it out."
Gingerly, she reached out with her hand, found the
open flap, and pushed her fingers inside. I felt her
small fingers brush my cock through my underwear. She
fumbled for the slit, found it, and slipped her hand
inside. Reaching up with her other hand to hold the
cloth open, the girl worked the opening over the head of
my prick and guided it out into the open.
Under the touch of her childish fingers, my cock
swelled, seeming to grow out of the opening in my pants.
The helmeted head was purplish. The girl, fascinated
despite herself, look at it with a mixture of awe and
revulsion on her face.
"Take hold of it, girl," I told her. "Put your
hand around it and move it up and down."
Clumsily, she complied, her small fingers able to
enclose only a little more than half its girth. She
moved her hand up and down on it, not gripping but
letting her fingers slide over the skin. The delicate
touch was tantalizing but not what I wanted.
"Like this," I said, letting go of an arm to wrap
my hand around hers and squeeze, showing her how to jack
me off. "Use both hands."
She reached up with the other hand and joined it to
the first, then slowly moved them up and down together,
using more pressure this time, pulling the outer skin
over the inner rod. It felt deliciously, wickedly good.
I reached down with my free hand and took a nipple
between my thumb and finger, tweaking it gently. The
girl pulled back, but I pinched tighter and kept her
from moving away. I let go of her other arm and palmed
her small breast, then took her remaining nipple with my
other hand.
I held her like that for a while, pulling on her
nipples with just enough pressure to make sure she
wouldn't try to get away. The girl continue to jack me
off, getting better with practice. My cock was rock-
hard in her hands.
"That's good, girl," I said, "that feels good.
You're doing fine. Now, do you know what a blowjob is?"
She looked up at me and shook her head. I hadn't
expected her to know.
"It's when a woman uses her mouth to give a man
pleasure." The girl wrinkled her forehead, a puzzled
look. She pursed her lips and blew a stream of air
across the head of my dick.
"No, no," I laughed, getting glances from around
the room. "It should be called a suckjob, not a
blowjob. You take a man's tool in your mouth and suck
on it."
Her puzzled look turned to one of revulsion. I
could almost hear her thoughts as she looked at my stiff
dick. 'Put that in my mouth?' She stopped moving her
hands, turning her face away from me. I pinched her
nipples hard, bringing a gasp of pain from her.
"Look at me," I said, giving her another pinch. She
squirmed where she sat, and then slowly turned her face
back toward me. She regarded me apprehensively.
"Don't make me angry, girl," I said solemnly, "I'm
not going to put up with it. All women do it," I said,
exaggerating a little, "and you're going to do it for
me. Now, kiss it!"
She could see that I meant business. Gingerly,
reluctantly, she leaned toward me and placed a hesitant
kiss on the end of my cock. Seeing her young lips touch
my cock sent a thrill through me, and my prick swelled
in her hands.
"That's right," I told her. "Now, take the end in
your mouth and suck on it. And mind your teeth! Don't
touch my dick with your teeth. Use your lips!" I
pulled on her nipples, which I still held in the
fingertips of both hands, dragging her toward me.
The girl bent forward to relieve the pressure on
her tender, young nipples, bringing her face close to my
cock. When her lips bumped against it, she closed her
eyes and opened her mouth. I pulled again, and her lips
slipped over the head.
"That's a good girl," I said. "Now, suck on it."
Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she did as I instructed.
"Slide back and forth on it," I told her. "Make it go
in and out. And use your tongue, girl. Waggle it back
and forth underneath."
Her eyes still closed, the girl tried to comply.
She pulled back a little, dragging her tender lips
across the head, then pushed forward, taking more of me
into her small mouth. I felt her tongue slide back and
forth under the head.
"Go farther," I said. "Take it deeper into your
mouth. Go as deep as you can." I guided with my
fingers, pulling her toward me and then pushing back on
her small mounds. Her mouth was a little dry, although
there was enough lubrication to let her lips slide along
me. Her small mouth was pushed wide to accommodate my
adult manhood. But she was too small to take very much
of me into oral hole. I pushed forward a little and
made her gag as I bumped the entrance to her throat. I
gave her a moment to recover, holding still, then used
my fingers to urge her to start again.
She seemed to be doing her reluctant best, and it
was a thrill to watch her little, stretched mouth try to
swallow my large cock, but it wasn't going to accomplish
the main goal. She was too small to take much of me
into her mouth and too unpracticed to give me much
stimulation. So much for my initial idea!
"That's enough of that," I said, letting go of her
nipples and allowing her to pull her mouth back and off
me, but taking hold of one thin arm. "Now, unfasten my
pants all the way."
She looked up me with fear in her eyes, but I
squeezed her arm firmly, and she reached for my waist
slowly. She reached up to my belt and got it unbuckled
after some fumbling. She looked up at me then, and I
nodded to go ahead. Her small fingers pulled at the top
button of my pants, and I sucked in my gut to give her
more room. Finally, she got it open.
"Now, pull them down," I said. I used my other
hand to help her and raised my butt off the chair to
slide my pants and underwear down over my knees to my
ankles, uncovering my cock, balls and hairy legs. "Come
up here," I said, patting my thigh, "and sit on my lap."
I pulled up on her arm, and the girl struggled to
her feet. I pulled her to one side of me and onto my
lap. My prick jabbed her thigh, then pushed up against
my belly. The girl sat there awkwardly, her hands in
her lap, her eyes downcast.
"Put your arms around my neck," I told her, hugging
her small body to my chest. I had one arm around her
waist. I put my other hand on her thigh. She raised
her arms and wrapped them around my neck, leaning her
head on my shoulder. My prick was pressed up against
her hip.
I slid my hand down between her legs. She held
them closed against my invading hand briefly, then
allowed them to relax, accepting the inevitable. I
pinched her inner thigh lightly in my fingers and moved
my hand upward toward her crotch. Her young pussy was
crowned with a sparse nest of dark, curly hair. Below
it, the lips of her cunt were red, as if they had been
painted, with the blood of her virginity.
Gently, I stroked a finger along her pussy lips,
from bottom to top. I did this several times, using my
hand to spread her legs wider to give me more room. Her
cunt was damp and slick, partly from her lost virginity
but most from Skas' cum. I moved my finger to the top
of her slot and toyed with her little bump, which seemed
to grow a little under my attentions.
Carefully, I began to work a finger into her. The
girl stiffened at first, but then relaxed as she
realized that I wasn't going to treat her roughly.
There was enough lubrication that I slid into her
without much difficulty. She winced once and caught her
breath as I passed her torn maidenhead, but it did not
seem very painful to her, since she soon relaxed again.
My finger probed into her as far as it would go. I
could feel her cervix at the back of her vagina.
Slowly, steadily, I began to stroke my finger in
and out of her pussy. The back of my thumb was pressed
against her clit, and the rocking motion of my wrist
made it rub over it. The girl took a deep breath and
moved her hips fitfully.
I continued sliding my finger in and out of her,
making sure her clittie was stimulated, and was rewarded
with another sigh and a slight hunching movement of her
hips. She tightened her buttocks and moved slightly
upward to meet my invading finger. That was what I had
been waiting for. Gently, I pulled my finger out of
her.
"Turn around and face me, girl," I told her. "Put
your legs around mine."
I lifted her near leg. With the limberness of
youth, she pulled it up close to her chest and swiveled
on my thighs, dropping the leg on the other side. She
had momentarily let an arm drop from around my neck as
she changed position. Now, she wrapped her arms around
my neck again, leaning in to me. My cock was between
us. I put my hands behind her fanny and pulled her up
close, trapping it between us.
"Are you going to..." she whispered in my ear.
"Are you going to do it to me again?"
"Yes, girl," I said. She started to cry, not out
loud, but silently weeping, tears coming from the corner
of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. "I'll try not
to hurt you, if you do what I tell you." She snuffled
her nose and nodded her head against mine.
I reached down between us and took my cock in my
hand, pushing it downward while I lifted her fanny with
my other hand. She raised up slightly and my prick slid
under her crotch between her legs. I pulled her torso
back against mine and held her that way for a few
moments, feeling the moistness of her pussy against the
top of my rod.
"Scoot back a little," I said. "I'm going to put
it in you now. It shouldn't hurt, or not much. The
first time is the hardest."
Extending her arms but keeping her hands behind my
neck, the girl inched backward on my thighs. I took
hold of my cock, lifting up to nuzzle into her slot. I
felt her pussy lips separate along the broad shaft, then
felt the head slip into the notch of her fuck tunnel.
"Hold still," I said. "Just relax and let me in.
It won't hurt if you relax." I put both my hands on her
ass and pushed forward with my hips, feeling the head of
my cock wedge into her tight opening. The girl drew in
a sharp breath. She was trembling, but she was not
trying to evade my attack. "Spread your legs," I said.
Still holding onto her ass, I lifted her up and
adjusted the angle. My cock slid a little deeper into
her. I was using gravity to help me get in, letting her
weight pull her down onto my hard-on.
The girl whimpered as my prick pushed into her
juvenile pussy, spreading her wide as it burrowed up
inside her. Yet, despite her tender years and small
size, it was not very difficult, just deliciously tight,
since Skas' spunk had lubricated her entire channel.
Her narrow channel slipped slowly down over my
upthrusting tool like a snug glove.
Gradually, my cock disappeared into her tight cunt.
I watched as her pussy lips inched downward on the
shaft. I could feel it reach the end of her channel and
bump against her insides. There was still more than an
inch of my cock outside her. Shifting my grip to the
girl's hips, I pulled her downward onto me. She sat
back, her eyes wide and her mouth open, as my tool
pushed deeper, shoving soft things aside within her.
Finally, her pussy lips pressed against my mound, and I
was all the way in her.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned. "You're so big. I can
feel it way up inside me."
"Does it hurt?" I asked the girl.
"Nooooo, not... not really," she said. "Just...
full, and stretched, and real deep."
I pulled back slightly and pushed in again.
"Does it feel good?"
"No... well, a little, maybe. It tingles."
"If you relax and let me fuck you, it will feel
better," I said. "If you fuck me back, it will feel
even better." I pumped in and out a few times, pulling
back only an inch before sliding my cock back up into
her.
I could tell she was feeling it. But, young and
inexperienced as she was, the girl had no idea how to
respond. Her hips moved slightly, not in the way of
adult women, but awkwardly, with quick jerks and sudden
clutches of her quivering thighs. Her thin arms were
wrapped around me, her face buried once again in the
hollow of my neck. I put my hands under her ass cheeks,
lifting her to slide her tight pussy up my cock, then
relaxing and letting her slide back down it again.
"Oooooh.... ooooh," the girl whimpered. "It... it
feels nice. I'm not supposed to do this. But it...
ooooh... it feels so nice."
"This is called fucking," I said. "Your momma and
poppa did this when they made you."
"Does that mean I'm going to have a baby?" the girl
asked, after a short pause, sounding as if it was
something she would like.
"Maybe," I told her, "if you're lucky. And if you
do it the best you can."
She concentrated a moment on what was happening in
her middle. She had begun to get the idea of how to
move, with my hands guiding her and the instincts that
everyone is born with. Her legs had been dangling over
my thighs. Now, she pulled her knees up and wedged them
into the chair on either side of my hips. In this
position she was able to raise and lower herself in time
to my thrusts. She could raise up higher, drawing her
tight little cunt almost off my prick before hunching
forward to take it back up inside her.
"Oooh..." she panted, "I want to have a baby to
take care of. Am I doing it right? Tell me how."
"That's good," I told her. "But push all the way
down on me, take me all the way up inside you." She
pushed forward onto my cock, sliding her legs farther
forward in the chair, and hunched forward vigorously,
driving my prick deeper.
"Yes," I said, "that's right, sweetie. Do it like
that. Put your heart into it. Fuck me. Fuck yourself
on me. That's right."
Her tight cunt gripped my cock, squeezing its
entire length when I was deep inside her, then sliding
up the shaft, a clutching
tube of slick, clinging flesh. I could feel my cum
begin in a thrill of stimulation, and my balls twitched
inside their wrinkled sac.
"Yes, keep doing that," I told her. "Fuck me
harder. I'm going to cum in your pussy, and that's the
seed that will make a baby. Come on, now. Fuck me,
girl. Come on... Come on... Ahhhh... Oh, god, yes,
ahhhhhhh!"
The cum boiled up and shot up through my cock,
jetting into the girl's tightly stretched little pussy.
"Oooooh," she cried, "I can feel it shooting in me!
Yes, yes, make me a baby, please!"
I didn't care. I just wanted to cum in her
clasping cunt, shoot her little pussy full of my juice.
I spurted into her several times, then collapsed back
against the chair. She fell forward against me, shoving
her little cunt against my pelvic mound as if trying to
press my cum as deeply as possible into her.
After a while, I came to my senses and looked
around the room. Everyone else had finished. Even
Kasimir and Janusch, the two guards from outside, had
had their turn while I was busy. They were all watching
me.
I pushed the girl up and guided her off me. Her
knees were wobbly and she sank to the floor at my feet.
Suddenly conscious of the other men and her nakedness,
she pulled her clothes around her. I stood up and
pulled up my pants, carefully tucking in my shirt as I
put myself back together.
"Okay," I said, "that's enough fun and games.
We've got to move out." I strode across the room to
them, taking my automatic from Skas, who had picked it
up for me.
I looked around. The women were lying in various
places where the men had finished with them. Most were
crying quietly, huddling in the remnants of their
clothes, trying to be inconspicuous.
"Kasimir, Janusch," I said. "Get the two who are
on guard outside and burn the village. Start at the
other end and work this way."
I looked around, debating in my mind what to do
about the women. The young girl was still in the
corner. She was watching me, the only one of the women
who wasn't avoiding eye contact. I was about to order
them all up against the wall, to leave them as we always
did, in a lifeless heap for the fires to claim. But,
just as I started to speak, the young girl gave me a
small, hopeful smile.
"You women," I said loudly. "Get up and get out of
here. Take the young girl with you and be sure you
treat her kindly. She just saved your worthless lives.
Get going. If we see any of you again, you'll be shot.
Go on! Go!"
Moving quickly, despite undoubtedly sore bodies,
the women bolted to their feet, wrapping their clothes
around them as best they could, and scurried from the
door. The woman closest to the young girl ran to her,
grabbed an arm, and dragged her toward the door. Just
as they went out, the girl turned back and looked at me.
I will never forget the look on her face -- a
compound of gratitude, of sudden maturity, of hope, and
of awe at what had happened in such a short time in this
old familiar schoolroom.
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End of 'Partisan Revenge' by Titmouse.
Story 16
Okay, rape is awful and war is hell. Please keep in mind that no
one was actually hurt in making this story. It was prompted by
war in Bosnia which, if anyone remembers, preceded war in Kosovo.
Reports suggest that the real-life Serbs were less kindly than
the sergeant and his men in this fantasy. To be fair, there were
reports of atrocities on all sides.
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