Chapter 2
Flank Invasion
Simone struggled to her feet, but a well-aimed kick from the leering tramp sent a knife blade of pain searing through her cunt. She doubled over as the swaying railroad car pitched her down to her face. Both her fists were tightly wedged against the bruised pubic bone.
His hands were on her body, tugging at her clothes, but a painful paralysis kept her from fighting the inevitable. He tied her wrists behind her with his belt, then began tearing open her dress front. With her wrists tied, and the ache in her groin, Simone could do nothing to protect herself.
His hands were inside her Hemd-a kind of t-shirt with lace, and then inside her bra. The straps broke under the pressure of his large groping hands. He clawed savagely at her tender nipples, drawing them upward. He chuckled gleefully, she thought, with deranged lust, his lewd grin exposing rotting teeth.
His breath was becoming difficult, as he mauled her tiny pouting titbuds. He bent forward to gnaw hungrily on her gland, sending sparks of pain along the tender innervated areola. His hand s ripped at the material of her dress, exposing her belly to his slimy mouth. He nibbled in between her breasts, exuding a fetid breath, and then down to her navel.
He cupped her tits in his two hands, rolling the large orbs in smooth circular movements. Despite their roughness, his thumbs were making her nipples spike up away from the soft mammary flesh.
His face was buried in her soft lean belly, and despite herself, Simone was becoming aroused. She whimpered, unable to hide the excitement which was slowly replacing revulsion and fear.
Then his hands were down at her hips, pushing her clothing down over her buttocks, down her unresisting thighs, knees, calves and ankles. She lay naked beneath him now on the dirt-covered floor of the swaying boxcar, her hands bound, her legs stiff with the ache of her bruised pubic bone.
The tramp's face was covered with sweat, his unkempt hair covering his eyes as he struggled with the buttons of his army-issue trousers. Apparently, Simone concluded, he was one of those men discharged, injured or unfit, who roamed the countryside unmolested by the undermanned local Polizei.
Simone tried to sit up, but lacked the leverage. She began to roll, but her attacker's hand moved swiftly to the crease of her thighs, iron hard fingers gouging the bruised flesh of her pussy. The car was filled with the echo of Simone's scream.
He got down between her legs and began blowing his fetid breath onto her legs. He was filling the soft loop of tender membranes with his tongue, sucking and straining as he thrust the tongue up and back, side to side. His remaining teeth gnawed on the stem of her clit.
She tried to move her legs, but he kept pressing them down. Simone had been in excruciating pain when he had begun to slurp and swallow the juices that poured and bubbled from deep inside her belly. Now, the rhythm of his attentions was massaging away the ache, so that she painfully forced her legs even farther apart to get more of her tight hot sexhole closer to the balm of his snakelike tongue. As she did so he reciprocated by ramming the tongue up into her, laving her hole frenetically at the orifice.
Simone shuddered.
He withdrew his tongue and concentrated on nibbling her swollen, throbbing clit.
Slowly, as the car rocked and swayed beneath their sweaty bodies, he nibbled a path up her midline to between her tits again, then past them to her neck and her trembling chin. His foul-smelling mouth came to rest against her pretty mouth, her eyelids fluttered, and she held her breath in fear and disgust. In that moment she became aware of raindrops on the roof. The realization that the world still existed outside of this boxcar brought back a measure of Simone's courage.
His mouth was no longer kissing hers, and she opened her eyes to see his giant cock waving up out of his forest of pubic hair. He slipped both rough hands under her tender asscheeks and spread her ready cuntlips for his gigantic shaft.
Simone tried to wriggle away, but the man's meaty hand slapped her deafeningly across the face. "Hold still, damn you. You'll take what I give you, bitch."
Simone found her frightened voice to stammer weakly, "Please, n-no."
"What do you mean, 'no?' You have to be asking for this to be here in the first place. I'm only giving you what you're asking for."
She tried, incoherently, to plead with him. She was running from the Blackshirts.
"Yeah? Well you ain't running from me. If I turn you in, perhaps I'll get a reward. If you don't want me to turn you in, you'll have to offer me a better reward."
He would take his 'reward' anyway, she knew. But now the tear that he might later a surrender her to the Schutzstaffel sprung into her mind, and she begged, "Please, please don't hurt me. I never did anything to hurt you."
"Just make it good, baby, and maybe I won't kill you afterwards," he laughed gutturally, obviously enjoying the fear he generated in her.
She lay still. Helplessly bound; nude.
His giant cock slipped down in to place against the loop of pulpy wet fleshiness that guarded her feminine orifice. Simone cringed beneath him. She could clearly feel the outline of his engorged glans, and she could smell his sweat. She smelled too, the odor of excitement, and the clean dampness of the rain. Click/clack-clack.
He was inside of her. He began with a slow in and out movement to fuck her down to the, very depths of her young cunt. Then he struck her face again. "I said to make it good for me, damn it. Now do it."
Reluctantly she twisted her numb legs around in back of him as he pumped in and out of her hot cuntsleeve. She worked her cunny muscles to suck him inside of her with each stroke he made. His fingers dug into the crests of her hips bones and pulled her toward his thrusting rod, penetrating even to the very bottom of her bruised pussy. The cock was buried as far as Simone could take it, and the balls were slapping against, the undersides of her ass as she gyrated submissively.
Moments later Simone felt his semen pouring deep into her, and she felt wave after wave of jism rush forth into her slit. He convulsed peristaltically inside her, groveling and bucking. Wave after wave spurted out of him, until Simone could feel it gushing out the sides of her cunt, running down her asscheeks, and pouring down her thighs.
She was becoming moderately aroused as he shuddered and lurched atop her, pressing her youthful body hard against the dirty floor. Soon, Simone too was gurgling and humping, the firm globes of her milk white ass expanding and contracting as she fucked back and forth along the enormous length of prick. Her abdominal muscles were contracting, and she began to lose control of her arms and legs as jolt after jolt spewed from his cock and splashed deep into her. With each jet of hot sperm, Simone squealed a soft cry deep in her throat.
She wished she had the use of her hands to press him closer to her now, as he mashed heavily down on her tender breasts.
He withdrew just as her cunt began gripping his cock tightly and she approached climax. Cruelly, he rolled her over into a knee-chest position and forced her weak, trembling legs wide apart. The left side of her face pressed against the floor. His hard cock lay in the crease of her ass, stroking over the coccyx as his tongue and lips laved her ear and neck. His grimy fingers slid under her tits to pinch and pluck the nipples into sure nubs of quivering tissue. Her face was getting skinned by the abrasion against the floorboards, beneath which she could distinctly hear the clatter of wheels on the rails. His cock was now moving across her sopping labia. She enjoyed the momentary feeling of his hardness against her throbbing clitoris, the pulsing of his cockhead against her miniprick.
Then his mouth was sliding down alongside her spine, his teeth nipping at her rounded buttocks, her thighs. His tongue returned up to her gash and lapped over her twitching anal ring. For a minute the tongue fluttered around Simone's hairless asshole, then darted to the center of it. Hard fingers were spreading her asscheeks apart and the tongue was forcing its way into her anus. A cruel prodding gouged her rectum.
Then the tongue was gone and Simone felt only the cool moisture in her asscrease. Her sphincter relaxed as she tried to turn her head to protect the angry raw skin of her left cheek.
Her pinioned, belt-bound arms made movement difficult in the swaying car. She felt the warm breath over the fullness of her marble white ass, and she felt the perspiring flesh stretching between her taut thighs as he inserted his fingers between them. He dipped the middle finger in the flowing juices of her cunt and swirled it around the blonde-haired orifice.
Slowly his finger moved over the bridge of flesh to Simone's tiny puckered rear entrance where it circled to lubricate the sphincter. The tramp poised his fingertip on the edge of the small, helplessly quivering opening and pushed relentlessly. The calloused finger popped in. Simone struggled vainly to escape, tightly clenching her rectum to keep it out. But her tiny hole began to relax back on the invading finger, bringing it into her yet further.
Soon Simone's vulnerable passage was sluicing up and down on the jutting finger like a pussy, each time the tramp pulled his finger out and rammed it mercilessly all the way up. Each time his doubled first finger struck the soft yielding smoothness of her firm asscheeks.
Simone groaned. It hurt to have the calloused finger abrading her tightly closed rectal walls.
He responded to her groan by taunting her, driving his finger in deeper, and grinding it around and around in the widely stretched anal passage. Involuntarily moving to subdue the pain, she was answering his movements as her virginal anus became accustomed to the thickness of the finger. She could feel the delicate glans of her clitoris tingling beneath its protective hood.
With her legs quivering from fear and a budding excitement, Simone let him stroke his huge cock against her oven-hot slit. She could feel the penis spreading the target-like gash of her hair-rimmed pussy.
It felt so big. She had never seen any cock so huge and purple. It seemed to stretch her buttocks apart even as it rested in her asscrease. Then, suddenly she felt him tighten his hard fingers on her asscheeks and nudge the rapacious cockhead toward the tiny cringing opening, parting the puckered ring of muscle as it advanced.
Simone's first thought was that it was impossible that the man could not find the proper opening. Then slowly came the realization of what he intended. He was pushing his fence-post sized prick into her virginal opening. He would tear her apart she knew, spearing her to die ignominiously on the sodomizing cock.
"Hey! You can't..." she started to say. Then she cringed. "Please, please... please don't. It's too big. You... agggggghhhhhh!" Her voice caught in her throat as he pushed the unlubricated cock uncaringly into the recoiling muscle of her ass. Her asshole was being stretched painfully around the advancing cock.
She groaned her objections desperately now, pinned as she was by the digging fingers and the savagely piercing cock.
"That's the way," the bum urged, "Make lots of noise. Nobody can hear, but it sure makes me excited." He continued taunting her, watching her pain-contorted face as she groveled to escape the brutal assault on her untried anus.
She could hear his laughter over the click/clack-clack of the rails as he forced his glans into her, the anus snapping shut around the very tip of the cock.
"I can't take any more of it!" she pleaded, feeling the hard rigidity of his prick inside her virginal softness.
"Just keep begging, you whore. I like that," he said, pulling on her nakedly trembling buttocks to bring her still more firmly against his cock. He inserted another inch, and she thrashed in helpless pain. Over half the bulging cock was inside of her when her screams died down, and with her tied wrists and forehead, braced herself for the final ripping invasion of her tortured anus.
She could feel him draw back and, using all of his leverage, ram as hard as possible into her searing rectum. He rode the inertia all the way until she could feel his balls smacking heavily into the raw moisture of her pussylips.
"Don't move," Simone begged as she made her whole body rigid to avoid irritating the blazing fire of pain that originated where his thick cock reamed her intestines. The tramp left his thoroughly hard cockmeat inserted, waiting, while Simone managed to relax and adjust her asshole to the prick, and thereby relieve the worst of the pain.
Simone felt him hold her down on his slithering stone-hard cock as he began a gentle in and out motion. She felt him increase the stroke length each time, and the spongy wall of her rectum tightened unmercifully on the thrusting piston. She moaned helplessly, but her voice only seemed to drive her aggressor to greater depravity. Simone had never been so debased, so used. She felt soiled and dirty. She was forced to move in rhythm with the assfucking in order to allay the pain, but gradually she felt her ass involuntarily twitch, as her creamy young buttocks slowly began to answer his thrusts. Simone's face gradually relaxed, and she was no longer groaning in protest, but in lustful expectation. She felt herself almost involuntarily grinding against him, and, by degrees, her hot little asshole was lewdly rotating against the steel-wool abrasion of his pubic hair. Simone closed her eyes now to concentrate on the lewdly shameful sensation within her shameless ass. She was skewering herself onto his heavily plunging fucktool, and they fucked harder and faster. Her sexily bouncing body swayed in the rolling boxcar rhythmically. She listened to the sucking sounds as her deflowered anus squeezed and expanded, squeezed and expanded, again and again. Simone cried out at the excitement that swept over her senses, "Fuck me... fuck my ass. I'm going to come! Fuck me in the ass... harder-harder-harrr-deerrr, ugh!"
With little warning the tidal wave of orgasmic climax began in the deep nerve endings of her bowels and rushed wildly through her veins. Her buttocks were thrashing lasciviously against his relentless cock. She could feel the spurts of semen pumping out from the tube at the bottom of his rigid cock, getting deep into the hidden depths of her intestines. He was grunting like an animal, slapping his hands on her flanks and crashing brutally into the seductive young buttocks which she was swiveling beneath him.
Then the tramp lurched with one final ass-flattening smack upon the upturned cheeks of her white ass, driving his fucktool all the way in, rapidly emptying himself as though to burst her belly with the flood of jism. Before his spasms slowed to a halt, Simone was clamping down with her anal sphincter, savoring the electric flush of climax to its very conclusion. She held the crinkly sac against her tingling cunt until the deflating prick finally popped from her anus and the escaping jism drained obscenely down Simone's creamy young thighs.
Click/clack-clack. The raindrops continued on the roof. After releasing her bound wrists, the bum lay sleeping, his head swaying with the sideways motion of the train. He had fallen asleep muttering contented obscenities at her as she pulled the remnants of her clothing around her youthfully mature figure.
The abrupt application of the brakes sent Simone sprawling once again to the floor. The train was slowing to a halt. She looked from the door to see that they were over water, on a trestle. She looked forward and saw the reason for the halt. Nazis in Schutzstafffel uniform were grouped by the locomotive at the far bank. This would be a perfect place to search the train for contraband, she reflected, or perhaps for her. Nothing could leave the train without being seen.
Again, Simone felt the impulse to prompt action. She had evaded arrest on the passenger train earlier in the day. She was a strong swimmer, having competed in diving events since she was a little girl at the Lyceum. Through the light, drizzle she could see the far shore. It. was wooded. She was certain she could swim underwater for that distance.
It was about five or seven meters to the water surface. After that, if she swam upstream underwater she might be able to get into the woods undetected.
She began hyperventilating. The tramp stirred and sat up, groggily cursing.
He had threatened to turn her over to the authorities, she remembered. She had no alternative now even if the Nazis did not search the train car by car. She hastily stripped down to her Hemd and panties.
She plunged out, narrowly missing an iron beam and diving headlong into the water. The cold water stung her body, and most of the tatters of her Hemd came away. She checked her descent, not certain how deep the water might be, then swam toward one of the limestone pilings. On the far side of the stonework, she decided to surface for air before striking out upstream. She had barely replenished her oxygen when a gun discharged and ricocheting splinters of limestone stung her calf beneath the knee. She submerged and began swimming desperately, not daring to surface until she came to the very edge of the shore. She was uncertain how far away from the bridge she had gotten, for she did not know how strong the current might be. But by swimming upstream she would at least have the advantage that the soldiers would first look for her downstream. Learning from her experience at the bridge piling, she wasted no time looking about when she left the water, but plunged directly into the scrub. At first, there appeared to be any number of good places to hide, but she knew that, after waiting for her or her remains to appear downstream, they would search relentlessly until she was found. Furthermore, remaining where she was decreased the lead she had on her pursuers.
Her heart was pounding in her throat and temples, but she felt that she was making good time with her bare feet on the soft earth of the berm. The muscles of the leg struck by rock particles seemed uninjured, despite the blood that trickled to her ankle. She had no clue of pursuit until suddenly three Blackshirts were beside her.
She stopped short, giving a slight cry as she looked around, like a caged animal. Wherever she turned, eyes ogled her nearly naked figure, and she sniffed back tears of frustration.
One thug grabbed her by the arm and threw her to her knees.
"Looky here, what we have," the soldier took a short whip from his coat. "You," he spat toward Simone, "will address me as Herr Rittmeister. I will address you as any Rittmeister addresses his horse." With that the others laughed.
By way of demonstration he struck her naked back cruelly with his whip. Simone screamed.
"Scream louder!" the "Rittmeister" urged, striking her again and again. When Simone sagged to the wet cool earth under the blows, she was jerked upright by the hair. "Hey! Horses lay down when I say so. Not before." The watchers seemed to find that humorous.
She tried desperately to remain on her knees when he let go of her hair, but she was so weak from fear, the running, the beating, that she only collapsed again.
"Bitch! Traitor!" the self-styled Rittmeister yelled, and then her body was alive with stinging pain.
Buzz/snap. The whip crossed her vulnerable wet flesh, raising an angry welt. Simone tried to move away. "Please!" She held up her hands before her in entreaty. A barrage of lashes descended from the whip, each stinging separately, each adding to the overall wave of searing pain. The snapping whip was finding every square centimeter of her body, and she groveled, trying to escape in the direction from which the blows seemed to originate.
Simone realized with that part of her brain that was free to think, that she had been overcome with fear only momentarily. Now that the terror had subsided, she was realizing that she could still separate a part of her thinking processes from the incessant pain. The whip stung, but it was not fatal, so that the sensation was not totally one of cutting pain, but of progressive numbness brought about by the successive stings of the whip on already welted flesh. It was never absent, but it was a goad, not a torture. Each new wound was a source of awareness.
Somewhere inside she knew that her stiff and determined resistance was becoming pulpy like her skin. Her insides were succumbing to the majesty of the officer with the whip-the power. She felt a sort of confused gratitude that there were masters with power over humans with lesser perfection. Simone had been caught, therefore she was inferior to the glorious men of the Third Reich, the men who captured her. As any spoil of war she was to be punished and used as a captor thought fit.
Simone was aware of an obscurely erotic quality in the entire situation, an erogenous sensation which derived from her subjugation. She knew the blows of the whip were exciting her now. The touch of the lash was obviously aimed more often at her genitals and swaying breasts than at her legs and head. She could feel her cunt get boggy with the out-flowing juices that demanded escape from her melting viscera.
The blows were easing off, giving Simone a chance to lower her arms from the protection of her face and catch her rasping breath.
Hands were groping her. Her whip-tattered and bloodstained panties were torn from her. One of the thugs squirmed, beneath her from behind and started tonguing her pussy, when the second mounted her from behind and drove his cock viciously in her exposed and recently stretched asshole. At the same time, the whip was biting her shoulders repeatedly.
Simone tried to scream, but the Rittmeister rammed his prick into her mouth. She felt her face contort with pain. The thug beneath her slid up until his cock rested against her cuntal slit. Writhing with her last energies from the fucking in the ass, she glided up and down the hard shaft of the one underneath, her tits pressed against the hard cold buttons of his uniform. He bit her tits, bruising them, while the Rittmeister was yelling, "Slut, I'm there. You ready?"
Simone gagged as though she would suffocate momentarily.
The one in her ass reached forward to hold her shoulders for support as he skewered Simone until he too, came. The one beneath her was getting ready to come, and he pulled her head down by the hair while he fucked vigorously up into her.
Simone, nearly delirious, was gradually becoming aroused from the maltreatment. She had never had sex with more than one man before, the thought of it was equated with Lesbianism on her scale of morality. But the feeling was not entirely unpleasant. The semen in her mouth was quickly swallowed and she was free to concentrate on groveling her cunt onto the erect cock as the third one came, shuddering, into her tight pussy. Simone was still humping on the final quivering cock when the other two men lifted her off of it. It made a popping sound as her slimy cunt separated from the spurting shaft.
She was at this point excitedly aroused. Upon being brought to her feet, she realized why the three had interrupted their sport. Others were approaching through the woods. They were bringing the bedraggled old bum with them.
"This guy tells us he knows nothing about Polish escapees," the Nazi Lieutenant with the newcomers said to Simone. "You talk, bitch, or grandfather here dies."
"He's telling the truth," Simone said with a weak voice, her body sore and aching
"You see! I never saw her before in my life," the tramp bobbed his head up and down emphatically.
The Lieutenant carefully placed his hand in a leather glove and punched the excitable old man. When the tramp sagged under the pain, the officer turned again to Simone. "Since he never saw you before Fraulein, I find it necessary to ask you how your clothing got into the car in which we found him. You are obviously somewhat scantily clad so the clothes we found must be yours."
"I-I-he... he..." she stammered
"Vermischen Sie einander? You two intermingling a little on a rainy day? Well, well," the Lieutenant laughed. "This will be the last time you see your lover, Liebchen. How about an affectionate farewell?"
The soldiers were already stripping the confused tramp. Simone was startled to see, when they removed his trousers, that he was rock hard. Perhaps it was fear, but Simone still felt excited from her interrupted intercourse, too. She was too weak to fight and allowed herself unresisting, to be thrown down to the mud. She still felt the slime of the gangbanging she had just experienced, but the memory of that excited her still further. She trembled as they pulled her legs apart and positioned the bum's hips on her.
Despite the audience, the tramp had no difficulty performing. He ground down on her and she dutifully responded, groaning in her abasement and shame, but opening up to him with anticipation all the same. Simone could still taste jism in her mouth, but it no longer was unpleasant.
"Go at it baby, fuck the old bastard good or get your ass whipped some more!" the watchers encouraged Simone. The frenetic man reached down to fondle her tits as he eagerly pumped himself up and down, his cock rubbing her erect miniprick. Her cunt squeezed down on him, urging him to greater heights as he fucked her mindlessly, drool escaping his blubbery lips as he puffed heatedly. The hot lava of their passion was combining now in her innermost recesses, as the Lieutenant stepped up to the writhing couple. Just as the man exploded in climax, Simone heard another explosion.
The bum's head came down abruptly against hers, momentarily blinding her with the agony of the head-splitting crack, so that all she could feel was an enormous flexion of the quivering muscles that embraced her.
And then she was coming. She shouted in sudden ecstasy as her cunt sluiced up and down the poker-like tool. The agony of her headache was subsiding with her growing climax, and she opened her eyes-to see that the Lieutenant was standing over them with a smoking Luger It was a fraction of a second before she could take in the whole picture of bits of bone and bloody flesh scattered like hamburger.
The back of the tramps head had been shot away. Small automatic muscle twitches continued to jerk his dying body.
Simone forced the nausea down, swallowing hard. She realized that she was about to come and she could not stop herself. She was unable to reverse the wave of release that was beginning to start deep inside her pussy. She was still humping excitedly on the dead man s turgid prick, and she could not stop.
Vomit welled up in her chest, and she closed her eyes, but with all of that she was unable to will her body to stop its lewd rotary gyration. The body on top of her twitched, and that movement set off her orgasm.
She came, pumping hard. Simone's uncontrollable body erupted into a fiery shower of sparks as she clamped her mouth and eyes shut to keep out the blood that trickled over her face
Consciousness was fading then. Had the Lieutenant done away with her just as she achieved orgasm, as he had done away with the bum? Her thoughts were scrambled, and she was unable to fight any longer. Helplessly she relinquished her tenuous hold on consciousness.
She awoke on the floor of a truck. Her forehead was bouncing a tattoo on the steel floor. She heard a groan: It was her own. She felt stiff and defeated. At least she was alive. She tried to roll over, but the effort was too great.
She felt consciousness slipping once more, and this time embraced the void with anticipation.