Message-ID: <29514asstr$985468203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <NiteSweats@aol.com> From: NiteSweats@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <72.8e7a5b3.27ed8ebc@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} RP - T16 Partisan Revenge {Titmouse} (M+F+,war,rape) Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 16:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29514> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman T16 Partisan Revenge {Titmouse} (M+F+,war,rape) ----------------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things offend you, quit reading now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 were 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 tool 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 down 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 its 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. --- This story, as long as it bears my pseudonym and copyright, is released to the public domain. 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