Chapter 7
After entering the boat, they motored up the Garonne River until they were in sight of Bordeaux. Surreptitiously, they began working their way southeast across France toward the Pyrenees and Spain.
All carried packs, Deiter Schmidt clinging to his zealously at night, even while he was fucking one or the other of the four young women. "If I am caught, I will be shot," he said often, laconically, "I may as well enjoy as much French pussy and fucking it as I can."
When asked what they were packing, he said, "Food, some small explosives. Oh, Goddammit to hell, don't ask!" Yvette speculated he carried valuables, maybe gold or jewelry.
All the time, Carmalle complained, wanting to be free. The only time she was quiet was when she managed to come by wine or cognac and she could get drunk-which she had been almost constantly since the incident of having the fish thrust into her pussy that night so long ago.
Yvette was surprised by Schmidt's patience with her. He never once hit her, but would soothe her for a time by telling her that, perhaps, soon, she could leave them.
But Yvette had no desire to leave-not then. The Vichy and underground seemed to be everywhere, trying to round up Nazi agents and spies, collaborators and informers. She didn't much relish or share Carmalle's belief that she would get her people to believe she had not been a willing accomplice of the Nazis or had cooperated without threat of life or death-whichever.
Although most of the overt work of the underground was focused far to the north, near the Belgian border, it was almost impossible to travel-especially to the south. Then, one mid-afternoon, they shrugged their way into Toulouse, like refugees fleeing the fighting.
But there, their avenue of escape seemed blocked. For a couple of hours they huddled in a littered alley while Schmidt considered. He sent Yvette out to obtain wine or cognac or whatever was available. And food, he said, cheeses and bread. As she shuffled out of her pack, she watched the furtive German quietly, calmly lay down Carmalle, pull up her tattered skirt, remove her panties.
"I think you may get to go away by yourself here," he said, unbuttoning his pants and taking out his cock. "You suck me good and hard and we will fuck for the last time."
Marie and Faubine sat unconcernedly as Carmalle silently obeyed, quickly taking his cock into her mouth and arousing him to a monstrous hard-on.
Before dusk, gray clouds linked arms and it began to rain. Carmalle, loquacious and exuberant at the prospect of leaving the refugees, was quite drunk on cognac. She was in such high spirits she offered to have Deiter Schmidt screw her again and she would even suck him hard, as earlier.
His smile was placid and inscrutable. "Well, lie down, my pretty and let me at least play with your enjoyable pussy. I am afraid, though, our recent fuck has done me for the day. But I would delight in fingering your wonderful cunny."
With a gulp of cognac and a torrid, slow smile, Carmalle lay down, hiked up her skirt and opened her legs. Even shook her black thatched snatch in invitation.
So beautiful, Yvette frowned as Schmidt laid a hand on her prominent love-mound and dipped a finger into her succulent snatch. She was puzzled when he gestured at one of the packs, motioned for silence as he extracted a long object.
"Eeeeiiiaaahhh," the intoxicated Carmalle giggled as he deftly worked it deep into her moist pussy. "Not a fingerrrrrr," she slurred her words. "Niceeeee, like a handsome big cock."
A chill of apprehension shivered through Yvette as she saw Schmidt fumble for a shiny object with a dial on it. Carmalle squirmed her exposed ass as he slipped a needle-like appendage into the object he had inserted into her pussy.
As he pulled down her skirt, he lifted her, held a fresh bottle of cognac to her pouting, full lips. Her eyes glittered in drunken happiness and she accepted his kiss wetly.
"You may go, Carmalle," Schmit said with a tenderness Yvette had not seen in him before. He helped the wobbly brunette to her feet and helped her negotiate the trash to the darkening, rain-gleaming street. "Goodbye, good luck," Schmidt said, giving her a little push in the middle of the back.
As soon as she had sauntered away with the bottle, opulent hips swaying, he darted back to get all the packs. "We will take that truck," he said. "Let's move over there."
From beside the truck, they watched Carmalle swaggering far down the street, toward the railroad depot. When she was some two-hundred yards away, there was a sudden explosion, a flash of hellish light and screaming, bodies all around.
And they were in the truck, the young women numbed with consternation and emotion. Dynamite. He had made a human bomb of the beautiful Carmalle.
And they were moving, turning south and out of the city.
Beautiful Carmalle.
She had been blown to hell-or heaven. She had been blown to nothing.
Five days after stumbling into the Pyrenees, they wandered onto a squat, physically deformed Basque who agreed to leave his small band of sheep with another herder and lead them through the mountains.
He demanded, not so much the precious pieces of jewelry Schmidt offered with extreme reluctance as-and his meaning was clear as he pointed at the three young women huddled under a scrub tree on the ground out of the rain as best they could get. And he accented his demand with lewdly blinking eyes and a repulsive, gnarled grin.
That evening, around the meager campfire, when the hideous gnome gestured at her, Yvette protested to Deiter Schmidt, "Oh, Deiter, how could you?"
He was taciturn, matter-of-fact, "We have to get out of the mountains. Do it, 'Vette. Whatever he wants."
Her spirits slumped to the lowest point in months, weeks, maybe, even years as she stood on trembling legs, watched the man with grotesque, warped features and gnarled hands reach for her as he crawled around the fire to get at her.
Marie and Faubine emitted simultaneous cries of disbelief as the raunchy herdsman unbuttoned his pants and shook his cock out of his clothes. Yvette felt a roiling of illness as she stared at his grotesque, gargantuan prick that dangled nearly to his bowed knees.
His crooked hands went to the waistband of her ill-fitting trousers and tore the belt loose, sprung the buttons from their frayed holes.
"Ooooohhhhh, Jesus-God," she whined as he drew them down her sleek, wobbling legs. He ripped her worn panties in his haste to pull them down to expose her ample, golden-fringed mound. Ashe got her pants and undies off, his long cock twitched and quivered, trying to rise. But it was so heavy the best it could muster was a steady thickening.
He gestured at her face with a crooked finger. With a plaintive look at the emotionless Schmidt who looked away, Yvette slowly unbuttoned the old shirt and flung it away with as much contempt as she could show.
"Goddddd, Deiter " she whined as the gruesome man pushed her creamy, silky thighs apart and caressed his rough hand over her cringing, twinging vulva. She winced, sobbing with loathing as he dabbed at her with his finger, parting the thick labia to expose the sweet, tender pinkness of her enticing gash. She rose involuntarily on tiptoes when his finger gouged at her, seeking the passage to her pussy.
He slobbered and mewled like a mad beast as he finger-fucked her, hooking that horrid finger around inside her quivering cunt. Then with a hideous giggle, he slouched back a pace or two and removed his clothes, stripping naked with a frenetic flurry.
For a couple of minutes, he stared at her ogling her nudity. Without warning, he flung himself at her, his long, stiff cock flailing as it dangled almost straight down between his bowed legs.
He bore her to the ground, almost crushing the breath out of her. Yvette struggled feebly, getting her breath as he rolled partly to one side to rescue his enormous cock and plop it soddenly onto her heavy tummy.
He reached so far up her body, the immense knob was near her chin, between her lolling globes and she could smell a rancid odor of his male organ.
She gagged as he slobbered kisses across her face, took a nipple-and most of a breast-into his gaping mouth. She tried to kick him off her as he rose on his feet, bent over her, still sucking her tittie.
He dangled the head of his cock against her tummy, squirreled his body back and forth until he managed to swab the gigantic bulb on the end into her dainty trough. He lowered himself to his knees, surrendering her tittie for a moment to get distance enough to aim his ponderous prick at the entry to her cunt.
Even before he humped at her, she could feel the outer lips of her pussy stretched into a thin ring around the knob of his cock. There was a rumbling deep in her belly as he grinned into her pale face and shoved easy, then hard.
His face seemed to grow darker in the flickering light of the campfire as he thrust at her, grunting in his exertions to gain entrance, penetrate her cunny.
Yvette groaned pitifully and writhed under him as he held her narrow flanks, palms of his hands against the flare of her hips. She stared in misery at the lone pole of flesh that sprouted from between his legs and seemed to be welded to her struggling straddle.
"Errrgggghhhhh," an animal snarl seemed jerked from his thick, warped lips as he threw his weight at her, actually one foot coming off the ground.
"Eeeeeiiigggghhhhh!" the trim little blonde shrieked as he wedged the monstrous knob just inside her narrow passage. Before she could gather breath to scream again, he lunged again and he was in her solidly, a couple of inches of prick stretching the insides of her vagina, creaking her pelvis.
Slowly, he settled to his knees, gasping for breath, drooling on her heaving tummy. He maintained the pressure and continued socking away at her with that tremendous post of meat he was laboring to give her.
Yvette was really conscious of acute pain, just an intense revulsion for this ugly man and his ghastly long prick as she stretched her slender legs out straight on the ground. He muttered something and reached under her.
Yvette screamed in agony and alarm. It really hurt when he jabbed one of his crooked thumbs into her crack, hit her asshole and sank it all the way.
She understood then. Instantly, in obedience, she levered her legs high in the air and as far apart as she could spread them. There was a gurgling in his throat and he humped hard. She stared at the starless sky, taking some more of his cock, feeling the massive knob plowing the way for his thick barrel into her coiling cunt.
Her guts churned and she laid a hand limply on the gentle bowl of her belly, feeling for a massive welt produced by his auguring cock. She pressed hard with fingertips in the softness above her Venus mound and was sure she could feel it, feel it snaking into her pussy.
She looked down briefly and was sickeningly astonished to see she had taken no more than half of his tremendous prick. He bucked his wide ass and she emitted a terse screech as he succeeded in punching half of what remained into her frail body.
Her feet kicked in the air as if she were riding a bicycle upside down as he gored her ruthlessly, far past the cervix, very near the bottom of her sex pit. Surely, she thought in a sense of madness, he would rip out her womb, all her insides.
But she had taken all of him. His thick-haired groin now was crushed against her love-pallet and his monstrous balls hung slack against the valley of her straining ass.
Her insides were fully alive, so sensitive to the giant cock stuffed all the way between her trembling legs. She knew she could feel it inside her, through her tummy. She caught her breath.
He eased out of her slightly, then fucked back in a tentative gouge. He pulled halfway out and snocked back up her.
Yvette's breath was drawn in, in a long, whispering sigh as he slowly eased His prick out until just the head was wedged in her fluttering pussy.
"Uuuuuhhhhmmmmm-Aaaawwwggghhhh!" she blurted in a long, exhaling gasp as he pumped that gigantic sex-tool to the balls in her again in a long, steady stroke, smacking his belly against hers.
Her legs threshed, her feet kicked and she pulled at the long, blonde strands of her hair. When he hoisted the full length of his prick into her, Yvette had the strange sensation that he would fuck it to her until the massive knob would reach into her gulping throat.
What a huge prick, she mused, feeling giddy and drunk. In her mind developed a thought of astonishment that she could take such a prize prick, so long and thick. Equally amazing was the idea there was no pain at all, just a liquid heat and that wonderful enchantment of the slippery-slide of cock in and out of her sizzling cunt.
When he cunts, she thought dreamily, vaguely aware she was throwing her ass up at him to completely wrap her pussy around his cock, how will I be able to hold his jizz?
She hadn't realized it before, but he had both thumbs gored into her poor little asshole and he was stretching it so she knew the head would glide in her down there, if he was inclined to give her a hefty cornholing.
Yvette prayed silently, pale, dry lips moving that he wouldn't give it to her in there. It was so thrilling and heavenly to have that enchanting, handsome prick slamming all the way to his huge oranges up her pussy.
To discourage any such possibility, she sought to make her cunt the most appetizing thing of all for him but shaking and rocking her ass with a wildness she didn't know she possessed.
A mewling began filtering from her slack mouth and she heard herself panting into his leering, ugly face, "Ooooh, you handsome fuck-man, you. What a marvelous prick you got hung between your legs. Just keep giving it to me like this and make me cum and you work hard and have a good fuck in me and shoot me all full of your lovely jizzzzz!"
And her eyes widened as his pace increased and she knew he was just about to answer her prayers and cum in her good. His belly plopped soggily against hers and his hard, bony groin banged painfully against her love-pillow and his heavy balls smacked enthrallingly into the flattened crevice between the loaves of her ass and against her bulging rectal entry.
"Aaaaahhhh, good God, fuck me!" Yvette howled, voice high-pitched and plaintive as he drove into her as hard as he could lunge with his weight.
Instantly, a torrent of jizz was gushing into her, flooding back along the barrel of his prick and flowing out of her corked cunt and trickling hotly, ecstatically into her crack, coating his big balls, making her butt hole itch and burn for cock in her there.
"Fuck me out good-then give me a fabulous corn-holing," she begged, having second doubts when he did plug her asshole with more than a foot of ravaging cock.