Chapter 1
The press of human bodies around her made Rachel feel as if she were already dead and buried in some compacted bit of earth. The stench was overpowering. People crushed against people, standing, sitting, riding in this cattle car for countless hours. Old men had urinated and defecated where they stood and sat, while old women had fainted. Many of them were already dead. The continuing babble was interrupted only by occasional screams when someone found another dead person standing next to him or her, unable to fall down because of the press of bodies.
Rachel was sitting in the far corner of the car. For the hundredth time she wondered why her mother had named her Rachel. She wasn't Jewish. True, she and her family lived on the outskirts of a Jewish community... rather had lived on the outskirts of a Jewish community, and so it was her father's house had been included when the Nazi storm troopers had marched in and had segregated the Jews from everyone else. Because her name was Rachel Kisselborg the Nazis had believed she and her family to be Jewish. Her family, along with more than a hundred other non-Jewish families had been rounded up with the entire Jewish population and crammed into these cattle cars. They were going to re-location centers... so said the Germans. Now, in the late autumn of 1944, it seemed incredible that the Germans were still re-locating Jews. They were having trouble enough with the war ever since June, yet they found time to concentrate on moving people from their homes to other places.
When she had been crammed into this cattle car, she had been alone. Her mother and father had been jammed into another car. And now she was surrounded by many of the other non-Jews who had been rounded up with her. The train had started in a little Czechoslovakian village, the one where she had been born, and Rachel had no idea where it was taking her.
Rachel was sitting in a corner with her legs drawn up to her chin. Her green skirt was torn and tattered, as was her white peasant blouse. Both were dirty from having been worn for so long. She noticed more than a half-dozen boys were now standing around her, gazing down at her. They were eighteen-years-old and older, troublemakers in the village. But they were survivors... and no matter where they were shipped, they would find a way to make the best of things. None of them was Jewish, and they did their best to keep away from Jews, even here, in this overcrowded cattle car. One of them, Albert Kalascz, the leader of the group, was staring down at her fifteen-year-old body, and Rachel saw a strange hunger in the glasses covering his eyes. While the other boys tightened their circle around Rachel, facing away and blocking her from the view of everyone else in the cattle car, Albert sank down beside her, sitting next to her, putting his arm around her trim waist, while running dirty fingers through her long, brown hair.
"Why are they doing this to us?" Rachel asked. "We are not Jewish."
"One does not argue with the Nazis," Albert told her, smiling his crooked smile at her, making his long, banana nose seem even more ridiculous than it was. The big, red pimples on his face with the white heads seemed to nearly shine in the darkened confines of the car. Some little light leaked through the broken slats near the top of the car, otherwise the place would have been in total darkness.
Rachel wrinkled her curved nose at Albert, wishing he would go away. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears, and she didn't notice the way he stared at her full, heaving breasts. Nor did she notice how well the other boys kept the rest of the people from seeing what was going on.
"Go away," Rachel told him.
"There's nowhere for me to go," Albert laughed, harshly.
"What do you want from me?" Rachel asked.
"What I usually get from Karen and all the other girls I know," Albert laughed.
"You are insane," Rachel gasped. "My father will kill you."
"Cut it out," Albert snapped. "You will probably never see your father again, just as you and I will never see each other after today. So I intend taking what I can, while I can. And if you treat me nice, I'll keep my other friends from having fun with you when I'm finished with you."
"You're crazy," Rachel insisted. "I'll scream."
Albert's one hand wrapped itself tightly around her waist, while his other hand clamped itself over her opening mouth. The coarsened palm of his hand pressed so tightly against her lightly parted lips, it felt as if he'd forced her teeth to cut them. Her head was suddenly twisted and pressed against the wall that had been cushioning the back of her head. And then the arm was gone from around her waist as she heard a slight jingling. When next she was able to see in the dimness, she was aware Albert had tugged off his pants. He was bare from the waist down, and something short and white protruded from between his thighs. Albert used his free hand to grip her long, brown hair, and he forced her face closer to his groin, saying, "Take a good look at it, Rae. I'm going to stick this thing inside you pretty soon. Fight me, and I'll also piss inside you. My bladder is almost as full as my balls."
His hand twisted in her hair, pulling on it, causing excruciating agony to shoot through her brain as he all but pulled her long, brown tresses out by their roots. Added to the pain was the hot, pungent stink emanating from his groin as it permeated the air around her face. She choked and gagged, but the hand remained clamped over her mouth.
Oh God! she thought to herself. Please don't let it happen. Please don't let it happen.
But even as she prayed, Rachel knew it would do no good. It was going to happen. What she didn't know was, this particular experience, her first, which she now thought to be her worst, was going to be nice compared to what the future held in store for her.
Rachel tried screaming again, but Albert's hand clamped even more tightly over her mouth, and she thought she would certainly pass out. She would die... unless she agreed to what this monster wanted. If she was dead, nothing would matter. At the moment, the most important thing was to survive. This was one thing she was learning very quickly. Stay alive. Worry about everything else, afterward. She continued quivering, but she stopped trying to choke out a scream.
"Much better," Albert murmured into her ear, his wet mouth slobbering all over her lobe. "For being such a nice girl, I'm going to reward you. Yes, I will give you something nice and hard. You will learn to love what I give you, and when I am gone, you will wish you had Albert again."
His breath stank with decay, but Rachel was certain her own breath wasn't much better. It had been two days since they had eaten any decent food. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed himself solidly against her body, and the sweat seemed to seep through his torn shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other hand remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the floor. The stench of his breath, mixed with all other odors in the cattle car, overwhelmed her, and once more, Rachel thought she would faint. But the hand around her mouth loosened and then let go, and suddenly Rachel felt him grab her buttocks between a thumb and forefinger. He pinched her and she squealed, but her squeal blended in with all the other sounds in the car.
The hand that had pinched her now began an exploratory movement over her small, girlish waist. It ran excitedly over the side of her body, feeling bits of flesh, through the tatters of her blouse and skirt. When his fingers ran under her skirt and attempted to move between her thighs, Rachel clamped her legs together. The stench of his breath became overpowering as he twisted some more of her hair with the one hand, while brutally forcing her thighs to widen with his other hand. The girl fought with every little bit of strength. but her straining limbs gradually opened from the force of the man's pressure. He rolled on top of her, pushing his own legs between hers, to keep them forced wide apart. The idea of what he was trying to do made Rachel shudder with revulsion. That this man wanted to push his smelly organ into her made her want to throw up. But the taste of liver bile in her throat made her swallow. He was straining to wedge his solid erection against the softness of her virgin pussy.
Rachel squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from him, but Albert held tightly to her hair, pulling. She found her movements worse than useless. He had her where he wanted her.
Albert's throbbing cock pushed into the intimate junction between her thighs. All that separated the head of his throbbing cock from her cunt was her panties. But when he pushed, the crotch of her panties began pushing into her tight, wet crevice.
The train continued moving along the tracks, jostling everyone standing in the train against one another. Except for the small area where Rachel was lying, with Albert next to her, the people were standing pressed close to one another, packed so tightly together it. was impossible to fall down. Rachel felt another wave of nausea sweep over her, and barely managed to swallow her own gorge.
Al let go of her hair, and with both hands possessively pulled her body close to him, bringing Rachel's attention back to the helplessness of her situation.
"Poor little girl," Al mocked. "You look so uncomfortable. You should be all smiles, what with being able to lie down while everyone else stands. See how my friends have formed a semi-circle around us, keeping all the Jews away from us. Even in the midst of discomfort, you're more comfortable than most, thanks to me and my boys."
"Get that skirt and those panties off of her," one of the standing boys whispered, peering down through the dimness.
Al grabbed the bottom of her blouse, which was hanging out of her skirt, and he pulled, tearing it open. The buttons popped off. Then he put his fingers in her bra, where the two cups came together, and he pulled, snapping it open, breaking the material. Her full, round protuberances came tumbling out as the bra fell away. Her bare, white flesh gleamed in the semi-darkness. And then Al's hand jammed itself between her thighs, rubbing where that length of flesh he referred to as his cock had been pressing, moments before. He grabbed her panties, his fingers pulling at the crotch, and then he tugged, yanking the cloth from between her hot cuntlips. He continued pulling until he tore the cloth, and then proceeded to rip the material from her body, letting the shreds of cloth fly all over the crowded boxcar floor.
"You yell and I'll punch you until your ribs break," Al told her, pinching her right, inner thigh, pulling with his fingers until the young girl only saw black and blue stars in her head.
"Jesus, look at that cunt," one of the other boys said, kneeling. "Seems to me, anything that pretty ought to be used. It's criminal, leaving it untouched for so long. When you going to fuck her, Al?"
"Right now. I can't wait any longer."
Realizing what was about to happen, Rachel began struggling wildly. Her mouth opened, and this time she got out one loud shout before Al once again clamped his dirty palm over her lips, pressing them back against her teeth, cutting them again.
"Please," she gasped, when his hand slid off her mouth again. "Please don't do this to me."
Al was squeezing the rounded globes of her asscheeks now, digging his fingers harshly into the flesh. He squeezed hard, saying, "Shut your face, Rae. You're going to be fucked. And believe me, this is probably the best thing that's going to happen to you."
As if emphasizing what was about to happen, Al tugged her short, curly mons hairs, and Rachel squealed with pain. But no one in the cattle car noticed. The girl was hysterical with fear. Her mind raced with the dread certainty that no matter what lay ahead at the end of this terrible journey, she would not leave the cattle car a virgin. She felt sick with disgust, knowing this vile excuse for a human being was about to sink his indecent flesh into the most intimate part of her body. Her inability to fight back enhanced her sense of shame and self-degradation.
Her mind snapped back to the reality of what was happening when she felt Al's hands coursing over the naked outer thighs of her body. He was playing games with her, teasing her nakedly cringing flesh, painfully kneading the white flesh into tight little balls, clenching them in his rough fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs roughly between his fingers, and Rachel, afraid he might strangle her if she cried out again, could only whimper in anguish. The sound made Al yank her a bit further down on the floor, and then he rolled her over onto her belly, rubbing her assmounds, squeezing them even harder than he had squeezed her inner thighs, his fingers digging deeper than ever into her soft, rubbery flesh. Rachel ground her belly solidly against the floor, trying to escape the man's questing fingers. If her father were here, this wretched excuse for a human being would be begging for his life.
"Stop this please!" she shouted.
"Yakov," Al called to one of his friends. "Get your pants down and shut this one up."
There was the sound of movement, and even on her back, Rachel was aware of one of the others dropping his pants down around his ankles. Then he squeezed down to the floor, grabbed her hair, and lifted her head into his lap, shoving her nose against his pubis, making her inhale the disgusting stench emanating from there. Her nose flattened against his hairy pelvis, and she felt the blood-engorged penis rubbing against her lips. Rachel forced her lips to remain clamped shut. But she shuddered as she sensed the wetness seeping from the head of his throbbing prick, rubbing itself against her face.
"Yeccchhhh!" She whined as she tried lifting her cheek from it, but the boy known as Yakov clamped his hand against the back of her head, pushing her face even deeper into her pulsating groin. At the same time, he tugged her blouse up in back, then reached his arms around to grab handfuls of her breasts, squeezing them with the same roughness Al had applied to her asscheeks.
"I'm going to fuck her now," Al insisted.
Reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, Al dug his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage, and then slowly forced his thumb into her tight, dry cunt. Rachel, feeling the pain, writhed maddeningly, but to no avail. The thumb continued pushing into her, violating her inner body, making her writhe with agony. And each time she opened her mouth to scream, she felt the sidewise length of Yakov's cock pressed between her lips. She spat violently, ridding her lips of the presence of that filthy penis, then clamped her mouth tightly shut to keep the penis from re-entering. But the pain she was feeling was enhanced all the more as Al's thumb continued driving in. Her vagina felt tight, hot, and dry, pinching around the invading thumb. And then Rachel felt agony as never before as the point of the thumb began pressing something inside her. She had no idea what was being pressed, except it was a part of her body, and the further he pressed, the more it hurt. Rachel suddenly realized the pain was beyond excruciating. It was pure agony. Only the pressure of the penile pole against her lips prevented her from opening her mouth and shouting, but flashing lights filled her brain. And then the thumb inside her tore through a part of her body. She screamed and shouted involuntarily, and the length of penis once again effectively gagged her, only this time the head pushed between her lips. Rachel bit down hard, and Yakov screamed and hastily yanked his hard cock from her mouth. Her teethmarks indented it in a circle.
"Hey, look at this," Al gasped, preventing Yakov from complaining about being bitten. "Sweet young Rachel was a virgin after all. She's bleeding down there. Well, hell, the blood will only make things nice and smooth in there when I fuck her now."
"What's going on back there?" A deep voice called out.
"Shut up, Jew!" one of Al's friend's called back. "This has nothing to do with you or yours. Stay away from us."
Rachel's entire body involuntarily jerked and convulsed in a maddening attempt to wrench herself away from the thumb probing her feminine interior. Her flat belly ground against the floor, frantically trying to escape the invading digit as the firm, resilient mounds of her buttocks clenched together very tightly.
"Hey, she's a virgin, all right," one of the other surrounding boys whispered.
"And let me tell you, she has one tight cunt," Al insisted, fighting to keep his thumb inserted in the violently writhing ring of her narrow cunt. He attempted to worm his finger in all the deeper, meeting continual resistance, as the inner walls of the young girl's quim, unused to this unnatural invasion, tried closing tightly around the thumb.
"Now you shut up." Al whispered in her ear, leaning over her as he pulled his thumb from her pussy. "Shut up and relax, and maybe you'll enjoy this as much as I'm going to enjoy it."
As if to emphasize what he was about to do, Al pulled her buttocks apart, keeping them tugged wide as both his thumbs caressed the inner lips of her dripping vagina. The movement of his thumbs caused the girl's heated cunt to start lubricating a little, and the slick liquid began mixing with the blood.
"No more." Rachel silently gasped. "Oh please, please, don't do anything more." She sobbed with renewed humiliation.
The hot, fetid air coursed over her naked vagina, and she felt as if the atmosphere itself, in the boxcar had violated her body. Her mind reeked with the fear and degradation she knew had to come after all this shame. "Oh God! God!" she sobbed, feeling his finger once again make contact with her fearfully cringing vaginal opening. Slowly, very slowly, the moist, swollen labia were spread apart, once again. The fleshy, fleece-lined lips of her trench were wide-open doors.
"Ohhhh yessss!!!" Al breathed.
"Uuuuuunnnnhhhh!!!" was all Rachel was able to reply.
She twitched, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft, flicking tip circling the quivering pink clitoris, teasing along the edges of the softly quivering folds of her now-soaking cunt. The long middle finger continued its maddening tickling against the growing bud of her sexual nerve center. The girl groaned long and loud, sounds coming from deep in her larynx as the working finger found its way along the slick length of the tender, narrow slit which still seeped drops of blood as it attempted to widen the elastic entryway, enlarging the soft, naked opening.
"Not again, not again," Rachel screamed, begging, pleading, even praying as the long finger moved from the curli-cued edges down to the tight little opening between her soft, solid thighs. "Don't... don't... let go of me...! Oh God!"
But Rachel's screaming prayers were only part of a series of screams echoing through the cattle car again and again. Many of the other prayers were in Hebrew, some were in Russian and Slovakian, while the children, the ones who remembered little other than the German they had been forced to learn in school, cried out in the harsh, guttural Aryan dialects.
"Hold her tighter," Al grunted to Yakov. And he lanced his middle finger all the way in, moving it around and around, Rachel issued another low, soft, guttural moan as her soft, warm, solid thighs closed twitchingly and jerkingly around either side of his wrist as he attempted to stab his finger even farther into her.
Al felt her taut flesh grip and slide around his inthrust finger. The stretched walls of the attacked pussy widening and tightening in a desperate clutching motion. Her cunt sucked so solidly Al thought his finger might be pulled from his hand.
"She's starting to... uhhhh... to loosen up," Al gasped, moving his finger around and around. "I can feel the membranes stretching a little in there. She's going to be one nice fuck. She's damn tight, but she's getting wetter and wetter, and it isn't blood, it's gooey quimjuice."
Rachel wept. sobbing with shame and total humiliation. It wasn't enough that she was here, mistaken for a Jew by the Nazis, moved to God-knew-where with all the other Jews. She had to be shamed by non-Jews of her village who were the lowest scum in creation. What was even worse was the fact that her body was starting to betray her. The tight, narrow, unused passageway inside her was slowly enlarging, little by little, getting wetter and wetter as the man's dirty finger continued moving around inside her, A weird sense of regret possessed her as the pain continued decreasing, knowing the sense of thrilling enjoyment, the one thing she didn't want to feel, was building. Eventually, if this continued, Rachel was wise enough to understand she would more than merely capitulate. She would eagerly want exactly what these monsters wanted. Worse, once Al, the leader, was through with her, each of the others would want a turn. She opened her month to scream again, but the pressure of Yakov's penis against her upper lip made her shut up in a hurry. Remembering how that filthy thing of his had tasted, she wanted to spit, but her throat was so dry, she was unable to do so. It was no use trying to protest any longer. She was as much a helpless captive of these monsters as all of them were captives of the Nazis.
Unable to protest any longer, her body lay defeated by a combination of confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her family; her mother, her father, and wondered what was to become of all of them. In the face of the horrible future confronting her, this terrible rape seemed like something mild. Had she known what the future truly held in store, Rachel might have reveled in this moment. This, at the moment, was the ultimate degradation. But it was nothing compared to what lay in store for the poor girl. Gradually, Rachel stopped thinking. Her virginity, her family, her degradation... everything was swept away by the thrills building up inside her because of the vile fondling of her vagina. Her full breasts pillowed the rest of her body, lying on the floor.
The finger in her seething little tunnel suddenly slipped out, making Rachel gasp. She felt and heard the wet sucking sound above all the other noises in the cattle car. She sensed him sliding between her thighs behind her, feeling the head of the erect, throbbing penis brush her asscheeks as she lay helpless. Now the feeling of the long. thick hardness lay full length against her seething little slit from the rear. My God! It was immense. Often, in school, even while the Germans had occupied their village, the girls in Rachel's class had laughed about the sizes of boys' penises. None of them had ever seen a penis, save for that which was attached to some local farm animals, and they had all assumed penises were short, flaccid pieces of flesh to giggle about. But the hard, thick monster rubbing against her tender cuntlips was no laughing matter. There was nothing small or yielding about it. Rather it was like a length of hot lead pipe, and as the jerking head of the lust-bloated cock rested throbbingly between her wide-apart loins, insinuating itself against her creaming split as it rubbed up and down, up and down, Rachel thought she would soon go insane. It teased her flesh maddeningly, and the girl twisted and writhed her hips in an attempt to escape the pressure. Her helpless little cunny sought to avoid the hard, blood-bloated point. The girl cringed, rubbing her bare belly against the floor of the cattle car, her eyes wide with panic, staring at the other bloated mass of phallic length so near her mouth, threatening to pop in should she try screaming. Terror gripped the girl when Al guided his own cock against the softly surrendering crevice between her asscheeks. Not once did the heavy rod lose contact with the girl's hot, rubbery flesh as it moved lower, seeking the lair into which it intended entering. The flanges of her labia were forced wide and the hot, pulsating wand began applying pressure.
"Hold her steady, Yakov," Al insisted. "I'm going in, and I don't want her wiggling me out."
Yakov gripped Rachel's hair, and turned her face to look at his, he smiled and said, "Okay, Rachel. One big cock is about to breach the barrier of one tiny cunt; your cunt."
Rachel felt the inner lips guarding her vaginal temple being forced to part as the pressure of the penis became that much greater. The rubber-like rim of her vulva's tightness tried futilely clenching together in an attempt to resist the powerful force invading her. A long, low moan was heard coming from her clenched teeth as she avoided letting Yakov's cock go into her mouth. But even with clenched teeth she was able to murmur. "No-o-o-o... ohhhhh n-o-o-o-o...
Al shoved again... the girl's moans became louder and stronger, though the groans of the surrounding mass of humanity-neither knowing nor caring what was happening to her, drowned out any sounds her clenched lips might have made. The tight little vaginal opening resisted for one more moment, and then finally gave way. Rachel shuddered as the boring mass of stiffened flesh began poling its way into her. Her legs jerked out on either side of her body like those of a frog. She kicked against the boys surrounding her, and they laughed mirthlessly. Though they had no idea where they were going, they knew there would be little enough to laugh at. They might as well enjoy themselves. The girl's legs kicked violently, sometimes hitting a shin, but usually hitting nothing.
"Asaayyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed, twisting her head to keep Yakov's penis from pressing against her mouth as she felt herself being licentiously pinned to the floor of the cattle car by the thrust of the heavy penis moving deeper into her. Shock wave after shock wave of pure pain slammed into her as she felt her interior being stretched. The throbs inside her tender body kept her totally conscious as she squirmed and writhed like a helpless butterfly. But Yakov's hand, once again gripping her hair, kept her in place.
"Ohhhhwowwww!!" Albert moaned in a low, guttural voice above her back, once more pushing his hips slightly forward. The pressure of her tight quimwalls around his thrusting penis became too great for him. He was no longer able to take the delightful teasing agony of being only part of the way in. Taking a deep breath, he shoved forward with all his strength, and forced the entire length of his lust-bloated cock into the very deepest part of her tight, formerly virginal snatch, burying himself inside her to the hilt.
Rachel shrieked, feeling as if Albert was tearing her body right down the middle as easily as one would tear a piece of paper. She felt as if she was being shish-kebabed all the way up to her pounding heart. The giant pole of flesh and muscle lodged inside her felt immense... as if it would tear her lungs and other vital organs out of her. The girl was unable to believe her body was able to contain so much thick man-meat.
Yakov had given up trying to thrust his meatpole into the girl's mouth, still feeling the agony of her first bite. He knew she wouldn't hesitate to bite again, no matter how many times he slapped her. So he jammed her face against his thigh each time she attempted shrieking.
The fiery plunge of Al's throbbing rod felt as if it would eventually emerge from her throat. Rachel was gasping and choking. The fetid, stinking, hot air was
hard enough to breathe before. Now, it was all but impossible. The helpless girl wondered if it was physically possible for her to be literally fucked to death. If so, she was certain it was happening to her. The huge, blood-bloated knob of his inwardly moving cock hit her cervix, and because it was so thick, was unable to push past the opening to her womb. It lodged there for a moment, a solid serpent, resting, preparing to wreak more havoc inside her. It filled her tight cunt to overflowing, and Rachel felt her face covered with a wash of perspiration. She writhed helplessly beneath him, agonizing to the pressure of hot, searing pain as the blunt-nosed instrument seemed to tear the membranes right out of her. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in a continuing attempt to force out the unwelcome intruder, but the pulsating pressure of her straining sinews seemed to arouse the entering penis all the more, and it strained its way all the more solidly against the opening to her womb. Her walls were like hot, clasping butter flowing around the dome and shaft of his pulsating dick. The girl felt every fleshy ridge as her nerve-ends transmitted the shape and size of the monstrous lance buried inside her.
"Ohhhhh God! God! God!" she gasped into Yakov's thigh. Then she gasped as the expanded cock attempted to drive in even deeper, trying to spread the tiny entrance to her womb. She took a deep breath and held it as she felt the flexing penis stretch her walls, making the tissues expand even more.
Al flexed again and the girl, far from fighting him, went limp. She still held her breath, feeling the mighty plunger slowly withdraw. It eased back, back. back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside, and then, when she thought it was finally to be removed, it went zooming back into her. Now it began a slow, rhythmic pounding, plunging in again and again. Rachel felt his hips rotating from side to side against the full, soft cheeks of her hilly buttocks, forcefully stretching her vaginal terminal with each thrust, making it wider with every solid plunge. And there was nothing Rachel was able to do to stop him. She had to lie there, in the overcrowded boxcar, smelling the mixture of urine, feces, vomit, and the stink emanating from a hundred crotches and two hundred armpits. She had to lie there and accept the brutal attack on her tender genitals, allowing the horrible rape to continue. Resistance was totally futile. It was too late, anyway. The rupture of her hymen and the removal of her virginity had been accomplished. There was no longer a reason to fight off the disgusting animal rutting inside her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, her murmurings nothing when compared to the moaning and groaning of all the others in the cattle car. She did her best to close her mind to the brutal assault taking place on her body.
When hands slid beneath her belly and lifted her, Rachel only whimpered slightly. His fingers fanned out over the soft flatness of her belly, making the girl cry out in anguish. It wasn't enough for him to totally violate her interior. He had to touch the rest of her, as well. Dear God! What had she done to deserve this? But then, what had anyone done to deserve being crammed into this cattle car? For the first time in her life, Rachel began to wonder very seriously whether or not there was a God. Would a God allow such cruelly to take place in the world? Was it truly possible that a small group of men like the Germans were really capable of controlling the destinies and the lives of so many others?
The hands continued crawling up along the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle maddeningly but this only seemed to drive the throbbing spear of Albert's hard cock that much deeper into her quaking belly. She had to lie still.
The hands began massaging her nipples, squeezing her large breasts. In school, the boys had always stared at her breasts, and she had giggled, knowing precisely what was going on in their minds. She had seen their fingers twitch and squeeze together, imagining they were gripping her nipples. She had always laughed at them, as if to let them know none of them would ever touch her breasts. Yet here was the vilest one of all feeling and squeezing her tits as if her mammarial mounds were his. He manipulated his fingers solidly against the rubbery extensions of her hardened nipples, letting her know he was getting a thrill from touching the forbidden breasts of Rachel Kisselborg, whose family had been so high and mighty in their village. Then his hands slipped down to her pelvis, tugging her firmly up, yanking her unresisting buttocks all the tighter against his revolving thrusts. She silently sobbed, feeling the wet droplets of his heavy sweat drip onto her back.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Yakov was gasping, his wide eyes staring at the way the girl's buttocks rose and fell with each of Albert's thrusts. He was chanting in time to the rhythmic attacks of the hard cock as it rammed into Rachel's tenderness again and again. His tongue was hanging out, gazing at the sight of Rachel's asscheeks helplessly flattening against Al's body each time her inner tube of cunt swallowed up the hard pole of the bespectacled boy's cock. He leaned closer in order to see the rigid wand's withdrawal, pulling the thin, soft inner ridges of her delectable pussy, pink, glistening, and wet, as far out as possible as Rachel's pelvis slammed against the cold wooden floor of the cattle car. And then there was the entry as Albert pushed the soft, wetly shining folds back into her. The entire length of moist, shining cock was swallowed whole and alive by the maw of the girl's hot cunt as it continued to salaciously ravish her yielding flesh. Only his fear of Albert's temper prevented Yakov from indulging himself with the girl; that, and the fact that she was not afraid to use her teeth.
Rachel's mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as she felt Albert, kneeling behind her, lifting her buttocks higher as he shifted a little, thereby stroking into her a bit more brutally The plum-like head of his phallus slid back and forth inside her heated viscous passageway, bouncing off her cervix again and again. His soft balls continued slapping her clitoris, making it tingles as his wrinkly skin even rubbed between her pussylips. Heated rushes of air poured between her thighs as the wicked man continued plunging in again and again, moving faster, more brutally, building into a wild crescendo of continual fucking as if he meant to plumb her very innards right out of her.
Rachel gasped, tears running down her cheeks, as she felt his penis swell even more. Instinctively the girl knew he was going to deposit his semen inside her. His hot, sticky juices were going to clog her interior, letting her feel the intensity of his lust. Her soft whimpers became louder sobs as she began realizing, much as she hated him, she was physically enjoying what he was doing to her. The continual thrusts of his pylon inside her had built up sensations she had never been aware of, before. Had Albert not been so concerned with himself, making certain his hands were keeping her body moving to please him, he would have noticed the backward thrust of her buttocks against his thighs was now voluntary on the part of the young girl.
Oh yes, yes, yes, Rachel thought to herself, the feelings in her mounting higher with every passing second. It feels good, feels good. It feels better than anything I've ever known, before.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Al was gasping at her, his hands still flatly against the underside of her pelvis, making her stroke up and down with each movement of his thrusting cock. "Yeah, that's the way, Rae-baby. Move that lovely ass. Move it! Move it! Make me come, honey. That's a girl, keep moving it."
Rachel felt the ceaselessly moving cock continued its chugging journey back and forth inside her delightfully aroused womanly chute. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart, as were her knees. This caused her cunt to move a little lower, and Albert slapped her ass, snapping, "Get that caboose back up here, you little bitch."
Albert pounded his cock even faster, feeling the white seed boiling in his dangling nuts. The wrinkled flesh of his scrotum was tickled into greater arousal by the hair on Rachel's mons. The girl felt him ready to explode, and now she prayed he was able to contain himself just long enough for her to reach her own satisfaction. Her mother had told her a woman was able to be satisfied, too. Having undergone so much horror and pain, Rachel felt it only fair and just she receive some of the pleasure, as well.
Yakov, unable to simply lie there, twisted his fingers in Rachel's hair and lifted her head. Her face rose to meet his, and he jammed his mouth against hers. kissing her, thrusting his tongue inside, not even thinking she might bite it off. But Rachel was too far gone to bite. Foul as Yakov's breath was, and horrible as his tongue tasted, the young girl began sucking madly on it as Yakov shoved his tongue as far in as possible. With harsh, kneading bands. Yakov gripped the girl's full breasts and began kneading them, letting her nipples rub against the centers of his palms. He rubbed harder and harder, and her head fell. Rachel, feeling the heated length of his penis against her cheek, ignored the steaming stench coining from his crotch and pressed the side of her face all the more solidly against it, building friction against the underside. Yakov gasped, feeling the pressure of her cheek. He would have given his soul to push his penis between her lips, but remembered how she had bitten him once, he contented himself with the feel of her hot cheek. He rubbed faster and taster, and Rachel pressed her cheek all the more firmly against the masculine spike.
Rachel was going insane with sensation. The two penises; one rubbing against her face, and the other working in the seething confines of her steaming cunt, felt like one and the same organ. In her mind they were the same organ, and she was gasping, breathing heated air over the one, while the other continued rummaging through her non-resistant pussy. Albert's hands gripped her asscheeks all the more tightly, squeezing, kneading, pulling, tugging, and then, wild with excitement, he used the forefinger of his right hand to slide into her asscrack, digging cruelly into the tiny pucker of her prune-like anal opening.
Rachel should have howled with pain. Instead she sighed with mounting lust, gasping like the animal she believed herself to be. Yes, she was no better than Albert, Yakov, and the others. She wanted more and more. It was too good to stop. Her body quaked and shivered with lascivious need as her buttocks ground firmly against him.
"HHHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH... AAAAGGGGHHHHH..." Albert gasped, and then the white-hot spunk began jetting into the vaginal vat of the helpless girl whose ass his finger had impaled.
Rachel s buttocks slammed against him with equal force, thrilling to the combination of the driving finger, the pounding penis, and the hot, squirmy liquid being blasted into her seething depths. And as the heavy quantity of white glue backed out of her tight cunt, sliding around the softening penis, Rachel felt the throbbing sensation in her vagina totally overwhelm her.
"EEEEYYYAAAGGGHHH... GGGGGAAAAGGGGHHHH..." she screamed, her loud bellow of lust blending in with the shrieks of two other women who had just discovered one of their friends standing next to them was no longer breathing... standing solely because of the press of people jammed against that part of the car.
Rachel's shout sent vibrant sensations shooting through Yakov's penis, and the boy began ejaculating all over her hair and face. He fired again and again, and Rachel smelled something clean for the first time since this horrid ride began.
When the other boys begged Albert for a turn at Rachel, the sated leader shook his head, saying, "Leave her alone. She's had enough, for now."
"Right," Yakov agreed, standing and pulling up his pants.