The Raid
I kicked at the door and it swung inward with a very satisfying bang.
Storming into the building, my rifle swinging around, in search of
danger or resistance. from other parts of the village I heard the sounds
of automatic gunfire, telling me my comrades had found such occurrences.
So far I had been lucky.
My luck held on, when I stumbled on the only inhabitant of this house,
it was a young woman, trying to fend me of with a large kitchen knife. I
so had it with those folks. Likely her husband or brother or father,
were in their military, having shot at our company for the last couple
of weeks. I rammed the muzzle of my rifle into her stomach, right below
the solar plexus. You wouldn't believe how quickly that takes the fight
out of a full grown man, even faster out of this woman. She collapsed on
the floor of her kitchen. At this point i was filled with rage, this was
finally the time to show this fuckers, what I thought of them. Leave
those fighting men a message, right here at their home.
I grabbed her by the long raven black hair and pulled her up. so that i
could push her onto the kitchen table. The fabric off her dress over her
breasts, quickly gave way under my hands, and I felt the two firm orbs,
still held chastely in a white bra, another violent rip took care of
that. It was a very pretty pair of tits, not huge, but not small either.
they must have felt well in her mans hands, they certainly felt in mine.
She tried to fight me off, but her blows were entirely ineffectual. The
stream of words in her unintelligible language couldn't be understood,
but the tone made their meaning quite obvious. I wanted her, but I was
in no mood to listen to her babbling. I grabbed between her legs, until
i found the fabric of her underwear. It took effort, but as I didn't
care if I hurt her, I ripped them off her before, stuffing her mouth
with the white cotton material.
The hair covering her gash, was soft and dark, I ripped at it just for
the fun of it and to see how well the gag worked. It worked
satisfactorily, as her howl was dampend to an acceptable level. But I
really didn't care to much about that nest of curls, it was the coral
red flesh peaking out between rather plump lips, slightly parted due to
the way I held her. I rammed a finger in, just to find her dry as a
bone. Again screams of discomfort. She didn't understood me when I told
her there would be more of that.
Or actually she did understand, when I dropped my pants, and released my
cock. I would like to believe the eyes wide in shock, were due to the
fact that her little dicked husband wasn't as well equipped. Perhaps
that was even the case, i never found out. Dry or not, getting into that
cunt felt good, I pounded her for every shell fired at me, for every
uncomfortable night sleeping in the rain, for every comrade lost to this
damn war. Her screams of pain, only causing me to fuck her harder, and
continue to fuck her until I blasted my load inside her. As I hadn't
seen a woman in months, she was getting the benefit of accumulated
interest.
So when I dragged her outside the house, my cum was leaking out of her,
running down her legs. I then proceeded to the strip her of her dress
and rip it up. Hanging her over her fence and tying her hands to her
legs, so that others of the company having had less success with their
allotted houses, might partake in her charms.
The idea caught on, as we left the village a few hours later, there were
many freshly fucked holes oozing cum, all of them directed in such a
fashion that it would be the first thing to be seen of the women. It
certainly helped our fighting spirit, with some luck it broke the spirit
of the enemy once they learned what was in store for their woman folk.
the End
