Chapter 3
Yvette Giraud did not see Marie or Faubine or Carmalle when she was led from the village inn, in broad daylight. She was grateful she had been permitted to don her nightgown to conceal her nudity from her townspeople.
But it wouldn't have mattered too much because she was bewildered by the wild scene. The adults were separated by sex, the men herded to one side of the street, the women to the other. Those who weren't already stripped naked were ordered to disrobe, tossing their clothing into the center of the street.
Her ears were filled with the wailings of the women and children, the soft cursings of the men. Then the children, the little girls, were towed naked into the center of the street and fucked ruthlessly, one after another of the cruel, sadistic German's topping them.
Children as young as four years of age were screwed savagely, forced to take the cocks of the laughing conquerors in their mouths and forced to suck them off. She saw babies as young as fourteen months forced to mouth-fuck the gloating Nazi soldiers.
A Catholic priest venturing to complain about "the Geneva accords" or something was smashed to the ground with rifle butts. He had his robes and trousers ripped off. Two soldiers held him on his feet and his genitals were shot off and before he died his bloody prick was thrust into his mouth and crammed into his gasping, convulsing throat.
Yvette was too ill to even vomit, watching man after man of the village stretched out on the ground and women ordered to work on them with their hands and mouths, get them erect and squat on their pricks and fuck them into climax.
She saw very young babies thrown with mighty strength onto the cobblestones and their brains were stomped out as the villagers watched in horror and hatred and gaping disbelief. Then the nude villagers were marched away, leaving only nubile girls and young boys behind.
Carmalle was thrown into the room. A giggling German soldier clung to the hem of her long skirt and it came away, down her voluptuous hips, leaving her naked except for the peasant blouse and voluminous bloomers.
She floundered on the bed, kicking as her blouse was ripped away and the bloomers torn down her legs. She turned in a frenzy to spit and snarl at the four tormentors. Her big, plump tits were seized in iron grasps and she felt the flesh would be torn from her panting body. She was slammed in the back, between the shoulders and the breath gushed from her lungs as she was maneuvered.
Before she could muster a fight, a finger explored her pussy and another reamed into her tight, burning anus. "Dirty, filthy Huns!" Carmalle screamed, trying to squirm away from the grinning Bosch
She watched in horror and disgust as two of the Germans quickly undressed and thrust their white, long, hard cocks at her face. All the time the fingers in her twin holes were worming around, arousing wanton passion in spite of her contempt for her defilement.
But it had been a long time since hands had been on her lush, yearning body. And she would never have her husband again. She gasped for breath as lust was provoked in her innards by the two fingers that swizzled around and around, back and forth, finger-fucking her cunt and her asshole, driving her wild.
Carmalle screamed in anguish as her hair was seized and she was grabbed by the ears. Her face was held immobile and she stared cross-eyed at the slick head of the cock that was thrust into her mouth.
Involuntarily, her lips closed on the column of alabaster flesh and she sucked the immense head reflexively. The odor and salty taste of a male's genitals were strong in her mouth and her nostrils. Before she could whimper in protest, the leering German slowly fucked inch after inch of his cock into her convulsing throat.
All the time, the fingers in her pussy and her bowels were driving her to a passionate frenzy. It had been so heavenly, she mused in disgust, lying with her husband, having his hands all over her naked body, finding all her hidden, secret erotic zones and fingering in and out of her moist pussy and into her asshole. And she had grown to crave his prick slamming into her-even into her rectum.
And it had been so glorious, going down on his hard prick with her lips and forcing painful sounds from him as her tongue worked around his cock, slobbering and swallowing her spit and his cream, then his jizz.
The finger in her asshole hooked and she cried plaintively as she was fucked in the throat. Oooohhhh, God, that finger up her butt hurt! But then it straightened and was finger-upping her ass again in a sort of rhythm with the one she was getting in the snatch.
There was a soft, meaty plop-sound, like a cork leaving a bottle and her asshole was empty. But just for a minute, just long enough for the soldier to mount her broad rear, find her opening and chock her rear cavity full of immense prick. Even as she was being fucked at both ends, the finger up her twat was about to drive her crazy.
Her juices were flowing, the nerves were tingling all through her vibrating body, the muscles were contracting around the cock that was cornholing her and the prick that was bludgeoning her in the gullet.
They were going to make her cum any minute!
Carmalle shrieked softly and her naked back bowed upward as the cock slammed deep into her guts and began spewing liquid fire into her heaving body.
She had time to gag only briefly and she had a throat full of flooding prick. And her pussy was exploding on the rampant finger that was churning around in her itching, burning traditional fuck-hole.
A deep sense of shame and humiliation ebbed through her as she gulped the cock and tasted the musky jizz flushing into her throbbing throat. Her anal walls crushed around the cock imbedded deep in her ass. The scalding flood was diminishing and a silent sigh rippled through her.
But he wasn't withdrawing his huge prick. Instead, she felt it expanding, heard him groan. Ooooohhhhh, nooooo, she wept silently, her insides alive and burning and waiting.
Then it came off in her. And the grunting German pig was pissing her bowels full. A plaintive whimper was emitted through her nostrils as the strong stream of urine scalded her insides, flowing into her guts. Her belly felt bloated and she thought she could hear the gurgle of his piss as he filled her to the point of overflowing.
Still, he kept his cock socked away in her asshole as the finger up her twat wiggled and hooked and fucked away at her tormented fuck-channel.
He had his hands on the rounded balloons of her behind, working the firm flesh around. She gasped harshly on the prick she was sucking, feeling the slow, careful extraction of cock from her rectum. She was astonished that she had the strength to keep all that piss inside her as the head of his prick slipped out of her deep, tight hole.
The soldier pressed the cheeks of her ass against her itching entry, laughing as he held her ready. "Ooooohhhhh, Godddd!" Carmalle choked, feeling another prick-head at her tender opening. Then she was again being asshole-fucked, taking prick in wet, slopping lunges. The first prick she sucked was replaced by another, fucking away in her mouth. And, despite her aversion and contempt for her degradation, she found she was again sucking cock in a frantic frenzy, hearing the coarse words of the Germans commenting on what a sweet cock-sucker she was and how good her asshole felt on their pricks.
And her pussy continued to crash enthrallingly as she was finger-fucked into a sexual madness. For a minute all she could think about was the mess they were going to force her to make with all that piss in her bowels.
And the cock cornholing her was rammed up her with the heavy balls throbbing against the lips of her pussy and the hand that was finger-fucking her and it was shooting jizz up her butt hole.
And this one didn't take it out either when he had finished discharging cum in her ass. She felt his straining and in a minute she felt his water start. Just a trickle at first, so tight was her ass around his shaft. But in a little time he was spurting freely into her, his stream becoming larger and more forceful, a veritable flood.
Ooooohhhhh, Jesus, she quailed in absolute misery, the cock now gushing her mouth full of foul semen. And her belly was so swollen, so full of vile piss she felt it was going to burst. Surely, she couldn't hold in all that vale piss-water long enough to get to the toilet.
But the cock was eased out of her butt hole after the man fucking her mouth pulled out his prick. With painful effort she held their piss in her as she was lifted and one of the soldiers kicked a bucket into the middle of the floor.
Carmalle was lifted from the bed and set down roughly on the bucket. With a squeaking whimper, her body released and she was gushing piss and cum into the bucket. Still, they wouldn't stop tormenting her.
The heads of two cocks were tucked into her mouth, expanding her cheeks until she must have looked as though she had the mumps.
Unaware of her actions, her hands lifted and cupped the two pairs of balls, massaging them lovingly as her throat was penetrated by the ruthless thrust of the two naked men's hips. She was astonished she was able to take two cocks fucking her in the throat at once.
Her jaws ached and the skin of her cheeks felt numb, sedated, they were stretched so much. She felt hollow inside, having emptied her guts. But her pussy, the lips so swollen and gaping, burned with unsatiated desire.
Ooooohhhhh, Christ! she actually wanted to be fucked! What was worse, she sensed they knew she craved having her cunt wedged full of their pricks-one after the other-not stopping but long enough for one man to crawl from between her legs, off her soft belly and another to climb on her.
A young boy, perhaps fifteen, would have fled down the stairs and into the village street if his escape hadn't been blocked as Yvette was led back into the inn by Lt. Deiter Schmidt The boy, wearing only his underpants, was pursued by two naked German soldiers, one of them ghastly ugly and huge with a shaved head.
As the boy was dragged back into the inn, Carmalle was towed down the stairs and thrown onto the rough-hewn floor scarred by a thousand boots of the village fishermen-and lately the Germans.
Carmalle seemed too spent to even try to shield her lewd nudity from the eyes of the others in the austere room. She lay half on her side, half on her back, huge, conical breasts lolling, one leg straight, the other scissored upward, the knee yawning to disclose her hairy snatch, the lips swollen and gaping to reveal the delicate, pink inner petals of flesh.
The boy screamed in panic as his underpants were torn from him as he was held in the huge arms of the grotesque soldier who then slammed his skinny bottom down on a barstool. For a minute Yvette thought the giant soldier was going to attack him with his monstrous prick and the little blonde could visualize that gigantic prick ripping the boy's asshole apart.
But the growling, depraved German exercised another penchant for young boys. He stood on his knees, pushed the kid's lean legs open, fingers biting into the flesh of his thighs and obscenely gobbled up his cock and balls with a lecherous slurp.
The boy howled, face wan, eyes wide as his cock was eaten. His butt danced on the seat of the stool as he was held by the shoulders by the second soldier.
Yvette was led to the bar and Schmidt said softly, "Take off your skirt and get my cock out of my pants. I will sit on the stool and you will fuck me while we watch."
With a dazed, fearful glare, Yvette stared at his malign ant face, the steely pale eyes and mournfully let the skirt fall to the floor and kicked it away. Then she turned and unbuttoned the fly of the officer's britches, fished inside and lifted out his hard, huge cock.
With a whimper, she was lifted, turned so she straddled the German and was set down roughly, his enormous prick penetrating her burning pussy, stabbing all the way into her like a fleshy sword. She whined as her insides were stretched, but in minutes the convulsing walls of her little cunny adjusted to the cock that was as thick as a man's wrist.
In spite of her resolve not to, she turned her head to watch the little boy have his cock sucked. When the ugly soldier had sucked him to immense erection, he let his balls slip from his slobbering thick lips. On his muttered, guttural request, someone handed him a length of strong cord and he knotted it around the boy's scrotum, next to his cock, shutting off his balls.
The boy's scream was shrill and pitiful as the hideous German resumed his noisy blow-job. Yvette sensed the kid would be unable to ejaculate from the pain in his swollen testicles. And the lecherous German could suck him off as long as it pleased him.
Someone said something to him and, still holding the knob of the boy's prick in his fat lips, he looked over his shoulder with tufts of hair at the supine Carmalle. Taking a couple of loud cock-sucks, he nodded, stood, seized the boy and hurled him atop the voluptuous brunette, between her legs.
The kid was so aroused with need of relief he was no problem for the giant German who stared with lurid interest at the pair. He squatted, took the boy's cock, pushed Carmalle onto her back, her legs fanned wide.
"Give it to her; fuck her ripe cunt," the German growled as he set the head of the kid's cock, pushed his ass, shoving his young prick all the way into Carmalle's waiting pussy. The boy responded like an animal, adjusting his balance and slamming cock into a receptive snatch the first time in his young life.
"Eeeeeiiii-Aaaarrrgggghhh!" Carmalle screamed and growled and howled. Her bare feet bounced into the air and she shook her ass, widening her saddle to take the boy, then snuggling her bent legs to his flanks as he sniffled and squalled in lustful enthrallment as her hot cunt snuckled around his plunging prick.
Yvette, with her back to Deiter Schmidt, tried to close her eyes, not watch the obscene antics of the older woman and the kid who was pumping and pouring prick into her greedy body with an increasing speed.
Her own body was responding wantonly to the cock in her as Schmidt lifted her light-weight body and plunged her pussy back down on his goring prick.
"Aaaaayah-aaaayahhhh," Carmalle began blubbering as her luscious body cavorted under the panting kid whose nuts were tied off by the string. She climaxed violently, tried to hold the kid's cock all the way up her twat, but his pleasure was so intense he defied her legs folded across his lunging butt.
Yvette could hear the sodden sound of the kid's prick as he belted it into the groveling brunette who was sobbing for him to thud the cock to her, no, no, no, let it soak in her spasming pussy.
He buried his face between her enormous breast globes and she pressed them against his face as he rutted and snorted, pounding his cock into her viscous pussy.
And Yvette could hear the meat sound of cock socking pussy as her body was lifted, dropped back on the prick that was stabbing into her, toward her womb. And she could smell the earthy fragrance of sex, of cock and cunt, of fucking and fucking.
Carmalle's sex-gun was firing constantly and she was yelling like a tormented animal as the boy continued his exertions, slam-banging his cock into her feverish pussy.
Then Schmidt's prick exploded and Yvette screeched in surprise as her insides were plastered with seething cum. A hand went to her stretched crotch as she was permitted to sit on the soldier's thighs, his cock all the way up her. Her back bowed and she flung her little blonde head back as a finger ruptured the O'd smile of her vulva and the tip pressed the little nub of flesh of her clit.
"Eeerrrrr-aaaggghhhh!" she shrieked as the cock in her and the finger propelled her into a soul-rending orgasm. Her asshole, tickled by his thick, coarse sex flax twittered delectably as her climax reached an even higher plain of ecstasy.
In a daze, she knew sometime she would be forced to accept a cock up her asshole, cornholing her. Her head flagged from side to side. The way her asshole felt, she almost wished the man fucking her would haul his cock out of her pussy and ram it into her butt and give her some kind of relief.