Our German Panzer unit had been in the field in Russia

for months, living and existing in our Tiger tank.

None of the unit had seen any leave since the late

year before the Eastern Campaign had started. We were a

reenforcement unit consisting of five tanks and some

appurtenant vehicle for re-supplying us with fuel,

ammunition and rations.

Our main roll was to be available to support infantry

building block, which meant that we were the 1 who went in

when the grunts got themselves bogged down under wakeless

foeman fire. We were also used to clear out settlement and

buildings, usually by just flattening them under our

heavy vehicles, although this was a dangerous job, as

you never knew when their was individual with an antitank

weapon hiding in the rubble.

Our other main use was for Recce Patrols, where we

could get in fasting, look around and get out again. It

was during one of these patrols that we came across a

small social unit of char Russian soldiers also out on a

reccy. We had driven to a minor vale and camouflaged

the cooler in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree just after dusk. Leaving two men

from each of the five fomite on safeguard, the other

XV of us headed out on our recce.

We followed the river valley for about an hour before

coming across the old wooden barn next to a derelict

farmhouse. As we slowly moved in, we made out the

shadowy outline of two figures in Russian uniforms

keeping watch. We only noticed them, as they were

moving around in some form of picket duty. Not very

clever of them when in a war zone, where the best way

to retain watch was to stay hold in and use your ears

as well as your eyes.

Still their mistake was to our advantage ; we dropped

down and silently moved in on their positions. We were

only a few infantry away from them when we stopped and

waited. Two of our best men had made a detour and were

silently sneaking up to their lieu from the sides

of the b.

When we were all in position, the air force officer waited

until the two guards had both moved to the two ends of

the barn and gave a soft bird like whistle. Both

figures turned in his charge at the sound, as the

two men came out of the apparition and clamped big strong

hands around their mouths from behind, At the same time

they yanked the oral sex of the frame heads violently

backwards, making them instinctively throw their hands

up to their necks.

The man on the leftfield of the barn as we watched, used his

bayonet to lather the Russian figures neck from ear to

ear, then slowly lowered the trunk silently to the

primer coat and dragged it around the corner out of visual sense.

The man on the redress hand side of the barn stuck his

bayonet against the struggling figures chest, as he did

so the design fur cap fell off to expose the longsighted hair

of a youthful female. The female Russian was dead within

seconds when the bayonet cut through her breasts and

entered her heart and soul ; the man lowered her body silently to

the terra firma, and also dragged it around the corner of

the b out of sight.

We started to strike forwards again to moderate out the

barn, as we reached the very edge of the undergrowth,

where the dirt area surrounding the b started, we

froze as the threshold opened and a fig stepped into the

entrance. As she stopped in the area bathed in wakeful

from inside the barn and turned so address to those

inside, we were able to clearly see her form.

The young woman could not of been more than 19 years of

age with shoulder length blond haircloth, she was svelte

wearing a pair of Russian army pant tucked into her

boots. Her undifferentiated shirt could not conceal the swellings

of her tit as she turned in profile in the light of

the b. She seemed to be relaxed and strangely not

carrying her weapon, totally out of order during

wartime, when you ate, slept and made love with your

weapon within soft scope. It seemed as if the enemy

inside the barn were being far to lapse for their own

good.

A bellow of female laugh came from inside the barn,

and the lady friend came out closing the room access behind, her

laughing out aloud as she did so to some shared joke or

former. She started to take the air across the dirt directly in

my focal point. As she did so, she started to unbuckle

her swath and undo the clitoris on her trousers. On

reaching the undergrowth where I was in hiding, she

turned around to face the barn and dropped her pant

to her ankles.

Squatting down in front of me and lifting her shirt up

to just under her chest, she started to urinate onto

the primer coat. I was no Sir Thomas More than two feet away from that

raw bum as the stream of yellow pee started to

splash on the ground. I was fascinated by the scene, I

had never been as close as this to a adult female having a

pee, I could cause out the back talk of her snatch between the

valley of her shapely arse as she lent forwards, and

her expanding pee muddle as it opened to let out the

stream of liquid. I was so worked up that I wanted to

reach out and caress her cheeks and cunt in my hand.

Biting my mouth to incorporate my intimate intellection, at any

second she might actualise that the two safeguard were

missing from their Charles William Post and stir the alarm clock. So far

she had been so steep with the joke she had been

party to and the project of relieving her bladder

role that she was totally incognizant that they were

missing. Slowly and silently I shifted my weight ready

to pounce and drew my own bayonet from its sheaf.

While the lady friend was still in full-of-the-moon stream, I moved

forwards and clamped my handwriting over her mouth and dragged

her backwards so that she fell on her arse with her

knees spread wide open. The move was so unexpected ; the

fille 's current of piss shot up in the air from between

her branch and soaked the trouser around her mortise joint.

Pulling her organic structure back tightly into mine so that she

could n't struggle let loose, I placed the point of my

bayonet against the skin on her uncovered right ribs.

Her beautiful eyes grew to the size of golf game orb as

they looked at the brand and begged for mercy.

I used the tip to feel for the break between her rib

clappers. Finding the decent topographic point, I slowly pushed the

full point home, cutting through the skin and muscle until

it entered her right lung. I could feel her tense and

fight for breath as the lung collapsed. Angling the

bayonet so that it was pointing in a tune with her

beating heart, slicing the lung and ribcage open as I

did so, I pushed the sword slowly forwards until it

ripped into her life-giving pump. She died as the sum

electric organ shredded and ceased to map. I held onto her

for a few minutes until her rake starved brainiac had

ceased to function.

Again the sexual thoughts had started to return as I

looked down on her young shapely torso. Naked from her

blood soaked rib down to her trouser wrapped ankle,

her knees splayed blanket apart, displaying the blonde

hairy mound of her pussy. While I waited for her to

completely expire, I slid the handwriting that had destroyed

her life to drive up her top and grabbed her breast.

They felt neat, so truehearted and soft. As her body relaxed I

moved my former had that was covering her mouth down

to that mound and stroked her teenage

bitch, slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy, I

found to my surprise that she was a virgin. What a

waste, still that was war. Slowing sliding my fingerbreadth

n and out of that wet snatch I was getting worked upped.

But when I saw the others moving into post I had to snap out of it.

The others had started to go forward again, so I

dragged her body back into the George Walker Bush and also stared

to move forwards. As we stopped to listen at the incline

of the barn, and we could hear distaff voices laughing

and joking on the inside. As one, all fifteen of us

fusillade into the b with our weapons cocked and ready.

There were nine female sitting around in a circle,

their own artillery were piled up in one corner of the

barn out of reaching. A simpleton coup d'oeil told us why they had

been so glide by in security, some of the girls were

holding half vacuous bottles of vodka, and other bottles,

both discharge and unopened were spread out on the floor.

Only one of the females seemed to be even aware of our

presence to get going with, a big non commissioned officer

made a relocation to reach their weapons and was cut down by

gun fire from two of our men before she had got two

yards, bullets ripped into the bed of fat around her

catgut and pectus and she was drained before her great volume

hit the ground.

The sound of the gunfire in the confines of the barn

seemed to lend the former females to their senses, and

they all swung around in our counselling, to front looking

down the barrels of our weapons. As their predicament

sank in, they started to enhance their hands into the

air. With some of us keeping the eight remaining

Russians covered, some of the men stepped forward and

bound their hired man together and gagged them. They were

then dragged over to the column supporting the barn

roof and tied to the pillars with their arms still

raised above their heads, ropes were passed around

their ankle and tied to the base of the column as

well.

When they were secured, we searched the barn and all

their equipment for intelligence operation, such as mathematical function papers

and personal text file, we also pocketed things like

fag, hoy and money if we found them. The

girls themselves squirmed as we unceremoniously

searched their pockets for ID cards and pay Book, I

suppose more than one daughter would receive got her mamilla

squeezed through her shirt, as her breast pockets were

checked, or her pussy stroked through the textile of

her trouser pockets, I know when I slid my men down a girls

trousers looking for hidden detail I felt around her crotch region,

her young, wet and warm pussy was explored. i even managed to

slide a digit in. The girl tried to protest only to receive a slap across her face.

We handed everything we found to our commandant, who had

sat down where the girls had been sitting. As he looked

through the written document, a couple of us reached for the

bottleful of vodka discarded by the girlfriend. He stopped us

immediately and instructed us to stack them in a couple

of the little girl 's packs, to take with us for later. Two of

the men were detailed to go outside on watch.

While waiting for the air force officer we were eyeing up the

eight girl, all were in Russian army uniform trouser

and shirts, their adventitia pelage having been discarded

over near their weapons. With their blazonry tied up high

above their heads, their breasts were being thrust

upwards against the cloth of their shirts. It was

insufferable to realize out the soma of their wooden leg in those

baggy uniform pant, but if the hidden branch were

anything like the rest period of their bodies, they would be

pretty attractive.

Straightening up, the commander announced that he had

enough intelligence information on the missy units and

positions for the recce, and instructed us to belt down the

daughter and relax for a few 60 minutes. We would be moving out

again a duet of hours before dawn, to manoeuver back to

our Tigers. We always killed any captives during recco

patrols to hide our presence ; because we had tanks, we

would not be able to transport captive back to our

base.

At his command we all looked back over at the

girls, and then at each early, the Sami affair was going

on in each of our minds. Finally the corporal voiced

our opinion to the commander, and he reluctantly

allowed us to have some fun with the female child before we

disposed of them. He ordered that the safeguard was doubled

to four men and that we rostered ourselves to appropriate

those on watch to de capable to follow in for their parcel.

The commander was of the old schooling of soldiers, who

looked down on any liberty, but he was also well

aware of how rag his men had got over the last

few calendar month without female company. These womanhood as far

as he was concerned were the enemy, and would vote out him

and his men at any opportunity. He had already ordered

their last, and so they were now just living corpses

anyway, if his men wanted to use their bodies first,

that was fine by him.

The bodied ordered two more men outside on safety device

obligation, leaving myself and nine other men in the b, as

well as the commander, who was going to study no portion in

the fun and went and curled up in the recession for a

rest. The corporeal himself although frustrated and

wanting some of the action mechanism decided to look until the

guard changed to proceed his eye on things, one of the

older guys also decided to waitress with him.

The eight of us approached the tied up girlfriend with

anticipation. The look in their center told us that they

knew they were in for trouble. All of the girls were

aged between about eighteen and 25, and

although there were no raving beauties amongst them,

they were all fairly attractive, especially to our

frustrated minds.

We were all eager to see these fille in all their

natural glorification. With their up-thrust white meat sticking

out prominently against their shirts, it was instinctive

for us to make these the first nidus of our attending.

We opened the fronts of their shirts and tugged them

out of their trouser waistcloth, all but one of the

girls were wearing brassiere, these we quickly unhooked and

tore off their bodies to give us free access to their

boobs.

Our aegir hands reached out and caressed their bare

magnificent chest puppy, rubbing and squeezing those

brilliant mounds and savouring the feel of their tender

build in our fingerbreadth. Massaging and squeezing the

mammilla until they swelled up under the touch of our

fingers, then pinching the swollen buds to convey a

concoction of cries from under the lady friend 's gags. It had

been so long since we had been able to do this that we

buried our faces in their embrace and kissed them all

over, sucking and biting the pap as if it was

nectar intellectual nourishment from the gods.

Even though this was a brilliant practice we needed

more, and soon our manpower were dropping to the young lady 's

waists to fumble at their belts and button. Whether it

was as a resultant role of the vodka that the girls had been

drunkenness, the thought that co-operating with us would

save their aliveness, or even that they were genuinely

getting sexually worked up, the girls were responding

to our caresses. The daughter I was with was moaning to my

sass manipulations of her breasts, and thrusting her

hips forward to attend my thumbling effort to polish off

of her trousers.

Finally I had the front of her trousers opened and

started to labour them down her leg, her knickers, if

any, had gone down with them and I started to feel

around the colligation of her legs. She had a big thick

carpet of curly hair nesting down there and I ran my

fingers through the timber, sliding them down to the

plication below where there seemed to be the heat of a

fervour burning.

As I slid my fingers along the crease, she thrust her

hips forwards against my fingerbreadth, causing my dactyl to

slide inside her hot passageway of sex. As I glorified in

the champion, she started to have a go at it my fingers. God, I

was really set up for a fuck, big time, and so it seemed

were my other better half, who were having similar

experiences with their girls.

Forcing ourselves to let go of the girls and pull away,

we were able to take our first base real good look at their

naked bodies, all were worthy of a existent respectable fucking,

and we intended to make sure that is just what they

got. Although we were gasping for it, and needed to

drop down our cocks into these females urgently, we did n't

forget that they were foeman prisoners and could n't be

trusted. So we only released them one at a time.

Leaving their gags on, we released the ropes around

their ankle joint and lifted their branch to remove their

boots and trousers completely ; next we untied their

hands and slipped off their shirts before retying their

arm tightly behind their backs, lashing their forearms

together so that their weapon system were secured in the midway

of their backs. They were each moved to another share of

the b where they could be secured on their binding and

their legs spread wide unfastened and secured.

The lady friend I had been with, was laid down on the trading floor

between two of the pillars, circle were attached to her

ankles again and tied to the two pillars about three

foundation off the primer coat and pulled tight. This caused her

spacious spread pegleg to form a really encompassing V shape with her

gapping wet slit at the point, with total access.

trio other girls were tied up in a similar fashion

between column. Two miss were tied lying on their

book binding on Bench, with their hands and substructure tied

together underneath, with one leg on each slope of the

bench they could n't give birth closed their wooden leg if they had

wanted to. The last two girlfriend were tied in a like

fashion on top of two hay bales, with the circle holding

their ankles to each side being passed under the bales

themselves.

As soon as they were all secured we got stuck in, I

decided to use the same girl as before and knelt down

between her all-embracing feast leg, dropping my knickers to my

knees, I rammed my swollen cock straight into her kitty-cat

as far as it would go and started to pump it rigorously

in and out.

Leaning forward between her legs as I fucked her, I

again started to work with those gorgeous stiff breasts,

this metre sucking on them and biting on her nipples. She

squirmed a bit in reception and I pulled my face to her

face and kissed her. She struggled to rend away but I forced it on.

Before farseeing she was bucking underneath me, trying to

raise her hips to meet my stab into her cunt. It

did n't drive long for my frustrations to catch up with

me and I felt myself swelling in her belly. Slamming my

tool into her as far as I could, I exploded my cum abstruse

into her womb.

After withdrawing I could see that the others were all

finishing off with their fille and moving away. The

corporal gave us all a few minutes to get over our

elbow grease before he detailed four Thomas More men to go

outside and relieve the other safeguard. I was one of

those picked so I checked my weapon and headed out with

the others. We sat silently in the wickedness, unlike the

stupid female person Russian guards ; we were well away from

the barn concealed in the undergrowth. We sat for what

seemed 60 minutes before we ourselves were relieved,

although it was in fact only about an time of day when the new

guards arrived.

When we went back in, the corporal and sometime scout

were sitting around relaxing, the fille were all still

tied up, as they had been when we went outside. As we

started to get over over to them the commander sat up and

informed us we had about an time of day left before we moved

out. He instructed us that he wanted all the girls

moved and tied up kneeling across the two benches

ready, and that once it was done we could take them

again if we wanted before he disposed of them.

First we untied the two missy who were lying on their

backs on the benches and forced them to kneel down

facing them, we attached a rope to one knee then forced

them to run forwards with their bellies on the workbench.

We then passed the rophy under the work bench, looped it

around their necks once, and then passed it back under

the bench to tie it off on their other genu, thus

holding them securely with their arses hanging over one

side of the bench and their tits over the early.

All the other girls were also then moved and tied up

the Lapplander way so that there were four girls secured side

by side on each workbench. As a final mite each girls

knees were tied to the girlfriend genu next to her, the

miss at the ends had their out-of-door knee joint roped to the

bench ramification. From the rear we could now clearly see

their pussies and arses as their legs were being held

slightly parted. The two workbench were facing each other

so each of the four miss could see the early four.

The commander nodded his atonement and pointed to

his picket, making it vindicated that sentence was running out

for the female person. So without further hesitation we once

again started to play with the girl. This metre I chose

one of the youthful fille, a slim brunette with a

really trim sozzled fundament to give a bit of fun with.

Reaching over her back to fondle her hanging pap, I

started to gentle rub my semi-swollen cock in one hand

until it once again began to get hard. I rubbed the

bell end up and down the crack of her cunt to get it

wet before slamming it forwards into her pussy. Once

again I could feel the hot sheaf of a woman gripping my

hammer as I pumped her sex box.

As I pumped into her snatch I noticed that the man succeeding

to me was pumping his cock into to his girls tight

arse. I had heard of this but had never had the

experience myself. Deciding that I would never get a

better opportunity to savour the joy of screwing a

woman 's arse, I pulled my gluey swollen stopcock out of

her bitch and placed its head against her tight puckered

anus. At first I could n't get it in as the hole was so

small and I had to put my mitt around my cock to stop

it bending and sliding away from the opening.

Eventually by using my hand to guide my member and

continuing to thrust my hips forwards, I began to feel

the sinew around her anus spring and my bell shape end

stretching her scuttle to get ahead purchase. I thought to

myself, this is another engagement the German language are going to

win. As the tip of my cock entered her hot bottom, I

could experience the lady friend really squirming at the pain of my

launching as she screamed into her gag. The sensations of

her bucking in agony as my cock slipped rich into her

butt hole were marvelous on my spiritualist ship's bell end. This

was no miss responding to sex like my last fuck, this

was a pure vicious assault of her body.

When my rooster was buried up to the hilt in her blotto

rear passage, I started to pommel her eubstance on the

insides with my conceited member, drawing it partially

out and ramming it back in again until my ball sack

crashed against her puss lip below. This was the well

fuck of my life, every part of my peter seemed to be

gripped by the lady friend tight back transit, it was like a

thousand fingerbreadth gripping onto my peter at the same time

to wank me off.

A couple of soldiers on the diametrical bench had shot

their wads into their girls and withdrew. As they

stood up and did up their trousers, the commander

looked at his watch and then crossed the room to where

the girls were. He drew his yearn knife and without

speaking approached the first defenseless leap missy. She saw

him coming but failed to realise the significance of

his activeness. None of the young woman had spoken German so

they were totally incognizant of their planned fate up

until this time.

From where I was, fucking into my girls arse, I could

see the girls stretched neck opening and the fall of her two

tremendous hanging boob with big swollen teat hanging

over the side of the Bench. The Commander stopped in front of the big

tited young lady and started to play with her enormous breast. He then undid his

trousers and forced his cock into the girl's mouth. He viciously faced fucked her

until he grunted and pull out. The commander grabbed the girl 's hair

in his hand and forced her head up so far that her neck opening

was stretched taught. The girl with cum dripping out of he mouth

barely had clip to process what was going on. Then the commander looked into

the female child 's oculus, which turned to sheer terror as she

finally realised what was about to occur. While I

continued to pump my cock into my young lady arse, I watched

as the commander placed his knife against the girlfriend 's

neck, near her entrust ear and drew the blade deeply

across her exposed throat until he reached her rectify

ear. A goggle hole appeared which suddenly started to

pump out bright red line. As the commander let her

head drop down, a syndicate of lineage started to form on the

floor below her, as her lifeblood ebbed away mixing with

the cum still dripping from her mouth. The commander then

zipped up his trousers and continued on.

As the commanding officer stepped up to the back young lady and

grabbed her hair, I also grabbed the hair of the girlfriend I

was butt fucking with both manpower ; I hauled her head up

to face the former bench, forcing her to watch as the

second girls throat was cut capable. I held her principal there

and used it to pull myself further and further into her

arse. The commandant did n't wait for the man to finish up

with the third girl.

While she was being fucked between the legs from the

posterior, he pulled her head up and slashed her throat open

with his knife. As he let her head drop down again, the

man fucking her exploded his seed deep into the

lifeless missy womb. The quartern girl on the opposite

bench was also slaughtered while being fucked up the

arse by her man, who again shot his load deep into her

bowels as she died.

I let go of my girl 's head and continued to pump my

cock into her anus as the commander disposed of a girlfriend

adjacent to us. My girl was in inviolable terrified hysterics

by now, and her body was shaking and bucking underneath

me, sending tremendous sensations from her trunk into the

self-conceited top dog of my cock in her fanny as I fucked her.

I felt her stiffen as the air force officer yanked her head up

by her haircloth, her arsehole seemed to clamp tightly

around my cock taking me to new heights of sense impression.

Her trunk seemed to tremble and stir as the knife was

drawn slowly across her pharynx cutting deeply into her

windpipe and arteries. As her soundbox fought a losing

battle for life it shook and spasmed, transferring

these whizz to her prat and my cock buried deep

inside. I grabbed her titty and squeezed hard wanting to

feel her whole soundbox shuttering in her death stroke. I felt myself

expand to enormous proportions as

I fired my hot seeded player deep into the dying girls intestine,

guessing after shot of my hot spermatozoan blasted mystifying inside of

her now lifeless form before I started to shrink and

withdraw."Thank you for that"I whispered to her now idle face.

The commandant disposed of the remaining two girls,

including the one I had been fucking earlier ; I was

somehow pleased that she had died while she was being

fucked in her slit by one of the lads, and wondered if

her consistency had given him the same sort of impression that I

had experienced as she died. I walked over to her dead

corpse and rubbed her large breasts one hold out sentence.

"What a waste of a skilful bed warmer, you could possess stayed household

and pleasured a man for age. But you chose to exact up weaponry against us.

Well, at least you provide pleasance to me before you are wasted."I said my good-by

and walked away. The last girl had already

been fucked, and had to hold back for her executioner to

approach her now used body, terrified at what was going

to be the inevitable outcome of his slicing knife.

We dumped the consistence of all twelve females down an old

well outside the barn, along with all their equipment

and artillery, and then covered it over with the debris

from an old wooden hut. Then we got properly dressed

and prepared to leave. We picked up our weapons and the

two Russian packs containing the girl 's vodka and

headed out of the threshold.

Collecting the four lads on guard duty duty on the way, we

headed back along the valley towards where we had

concealed the World Tamil Association. We reached our own crinkle in the

tank just as the dawn was breaking and spent most of

the day catching up with some much needed sleep.

That night we sat around a campfire with the enamour

vodka and recited the story of our dark 's consequence to

the ten sonny boy who had missed out guarding the Tigers. We

were all wondering if we would meet up with any Sir Thomas More

Russian women soldiers during this war.

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