Warning! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, or if such stories are illegal or regulated in your locality, please leave now.  We don't advocate rape or non-consensual sex. This is only a story, a work of literary fiction, and if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Persons who commit rape are despised everywhere. But these fantasies are permitted, so long as real people are not hurt, in the interest of furthering artistic and educational discussion.

Some little underage stuff suggested in one character's fantasies.

Western Kosovo, district of Gjakovë. April 16th 1999.

Séverine Duclos, war correspondant for Le Parisien, wanted to be the first on the spot to interview local people about the bombing from two days ago near the town of Gjakovë. She was anxious to have the interviews written down and sent to her bosses in Paris; it would be a great move for her résumé! She couldn’t think of anything else as Philippe Marseille, her cameraman, drove their rental car -- a small orange Lada -- in a narrow, war-torn winding road somewhere in the deep countryside. He was angry at her, as they should have waited two more days for things to settle down in the area, which was teeming with Serbian troops who could be a little unpredictable. He was nervous, yet knew their officers could be easily bribed and he had plenty of American dollars in his wallet.

As they turned into a straight stretch of road overlooked by majestic trees, about six or seven hundred meters ahead of them, he spotted a roadblock formed by a large military truck with many soldiers, most certainly Serbian. "C’est ici… Tourne à droite, Philippe. Oui ici !" (Here, Philippe… Turn right. Yeah turn right now!)
Philippe braked and turned right into a narrow sandy trail that went by a small farmhouse and into a field. This was the shortcut she told him they'd take to avoid the road checkpoint right before the village where they were headed. He noticed that the farmhouse had been abandoned. Not good! Not good at all! And the soldiers he saw down the road seemed to be a great many. "C’est pas normal, ça !" (This is weird!) he said to Séverine and he stopped the car. “I think this is getting too dangerous. I think we should go back and wait until...” “No! No! No!” she answered in a frantic voice. “I’ve invested too much in this, and we’re almost there! Please drive on! Drive on! And stop worrying. Our papers are in order and we are French subjects! These soldiers aren’t that stupid!”

As she admonested him, he looked at her. She was a very cool brunette with long hair and sparkling brown eyes, fair skin and of a slender figure with well-formed hips and small-to-average perky breasts. He had been working with her for five years and had a secret desire for her. Many times he had thought of Séverine’s perky breasts as he fucked his girlfriend and pictured himself raping Séverine right on her desk as he forcefully cummed. Now they were alone in the middle of nowhere; Séverine’s perky breasts taunted him beneath the black tight-fitting elbow-sleeve shirt that she was wearing under her wide-open jeans jacket, along with same-color blue jeans. She was so fucking hot! Why not? Why not make a pass at her as they were alone? Perhaps she would love it... He really needed to stop being so unconfident with the women he liked.

“Come on Philippe! Let’s go!” Severine’s impatient voice snapped him out of his daydream. He drove on. Why did he always have to be too shy with women? Life would be really something else if he were bolder. To her, he was just a coworker and nothing more, or such was his impression. Yet she didn’t have a boyfriend. He knew as much and he also knew her love life was pretty much inexistent, but he also knew she wasn’t gay nor anything like that. She was just plain work-oriented. Yes, he needed to get bolder; changing girlfriends for Séverine would be fucking awesome! He drove on, trying to put his focus back on the road where it belonged.

“As I told you Philippe, we just have to cross this hilly field for about two kilometres and then we turn left... the village will be right there two kilometres off! We made it!” She said smiling in her wonderful feminine voice. Philippe looked at her sideways. His eyes catched sight of her black-top covered breast shapes and he suddenly felt a strong boner building up between his legs as he drove on. Why not stop here and start kissing her? He had never done anything like that in his whole goddam life and he was 35 years old! Life was too short to be the nice guy!


Lieutenant Matija Bukvić smiled through his binoculars as he observed the small orange car turn right and into their trap in the middle of the field. But then, much to his dismay, the car stopped. "Shit!" He immediately let down his binoculars and spoke into his walkie-talkie : "Sergeant! You and your men, climb in the truck right now and move as fast as you can to block them! Yes, the small farm track… Yes!" He immediately took back his binoculars and resumed his watch. The car at once resumed its bobbing slow progress in the middle of the field. The Lieutenant felt relief. They would slope down the hill and then climb back up and they’ll see them too late, with his other men in the truck blocking their way at the farm. And they had nowhere else to go but forest on either side of the field. They were screwed!

He called his Sergeant again : "All right. Just stay out of sight at the farm. Everything is going just as planned. We’ll have something very special to remember tonight! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Looking at their orange prize through his binoculars again, he smiled… "Yeah! This is them all right! This pesky little French journalist who’s asking too many questions and who thinks she is so much better than us! We’ll teach her some manners!" The guys at the checkpoint near Ramoc did their job and had signaled their uncoming. He called them and suggested they climb in their jeep so they could come over and have their share of the booty!

To his right, he looked at his personal photograph. He nodded. He was ready.

They waited for what seemed an eternity. Then at last the car cleared the slope and was bobbing its way toward them. Two of his men signalled them to stop, their assault rifles at the ready. The car stopped near them and the driver started arguing while showing his papers. They motioned him to get out of the car... NOW! “Check them! Make sure they have no concealed material!... And you too girl! Get out of the car!”


Séverine stepped out and calmly confronted the nearer soldier, showing her French passport and her journalist’s papers.


The Serbian soldier quickly looked at her papers, then he put an authoritative hand on her shoulder and motioned her into bending over the car hood as he must search her for concealed items.


Séverine complied, trying her best to stay composed, but her legs started shaking and she was scared to death. Something was clearly off! Then she suppressed a scream as she felt the soldier’s hands touching her butt and moving up through her loins and toward her breasts, in a very inappropriate manner... At the same time, much against her will, her body reacted in its own special way at this manly contact; this was the first time in three years that a man was touching her on her butt and fondling her breasts in such a meaningful way. She knew better and said nothing; it was always safer to stay calm. Much to her surprise in such a dangerous and tense context, she felt herself getting a little wet between her legs.

Upon seeing Séverine bent over the hood, Philippe angrily rushed at the soldier holding her. This was a big mistake. The soldier grabbed Séverine's hair and held her in place while he defended himself against the French man with his free hand.


Then the second soldier was on him and he smashed the back of his head with his rifle butt. Philippe went down and they both pummelled him unconscious while Séverine made a futile attempt at defending him.


Lieutenant Bukvić handcuffed Philippe’s hands behind his back, so when he would regain consciousness, he’d have nothing to do but watch what they’d be doing with this French pretty girl. He looked at Séverine and smiled. Yeah! Very pretty stuff! The guys at the checkpoint didn’t lied. She was indeed a young attractive foreign woman! He told his photograph to take the best shots. He always had pictures taken of him and his men raping their victim; blurry pictures in black and white; he just loved the blur. To him, it suggested the movement and action as the men had their way while the helpless woman struggled in her vain fight to escape! What's more, such blurred pictures couldn't amount to very strong evidence if they ever ran into some complications. They had done this a lot over the last months, with local women. Now this was different: she was a French journalist and they were going to take good care of her!

TO BE CONTINUED.

Love the naivety of Séverine, as if any army man is going to care if she a journalists! Hell I would be surprised if they didn't have her report her own rape from start to finish! Can't wait to read more nd merit awarded from me!

Love the naivety of Séverine, as if any army man is going to care if she a journalists! Hell I would be surprised if they didn't have her report her own rape from start to finish! Can't wait to read more nd merit awarded from me!

Thanks!
No the soldiers won't give a fuck about her being a journalist and she is going to taste their dicks and cum.

[mikewozere]

Looking forward to part 2.
+merit

As Philippe lay unconscious on the ground, the men laugh and seize Séverine who starts screaming at the top of her voice...


“Non! Non! Arrêtez! Noooooooooooooon!” (No! No! Stop this! Noooooooooooooooo!). They ignore her, keep laughing and jeering while they start attacking her clothes. The Lieutenant and his photograph enjoy the show, camera clicking and clicking again, as the two Serbian soldiers start pulling up her black shirt and undoing her blue jeans while Séverine tries pointlessly to fight them off, her shrill screams sailing out to nowhere in the vast Kosovar sky.


The men quickly have her shirt rolled all the way up and with a loud groan of contentment, the Corporal violently yanks off Séverine’s white bra and her perky white breasts come out in a flash of girl skin glory under the bright sun.


“Oh yeah!” says the Lieutenant... “She’s hot as hell! I can’t wait to fuck this little French bitch!!!”

The French woman tries desperately to wiggle and squirm her way out of the men's iron grasp, but to no avail... She bawls louder, even shriller and starts sobbing as the jeering men keep savagely undressing her with their rugged hands... “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Nnnnnooooooooooooo! Nnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Aaahhhaahhhhaahhhaaaaahhhhhhahhhhahahhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhh!” All her shrill screams and sobbing are of no avail against her captors revealing more and more of her gorgeous body... The men start to take off their kakhi field shirts, for the weather is getting hot. It will be so much fun to stuff this foreign journalist with their dicks!


They had her pants partly down, her white panties in plain sight, as the Lieutenant quickly rushed at her and started to suck her firm tits while one of his men had her arms in a vicelike grip. The Serbian countryman, now officer, sucked the French woman’s breasts while cupping and squeezing them with both hands, as he enjoyed her shrill screaming so close to his ears. Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm! She really tasted good; her boobs and tits tasted fresh and salty, all with a tinge of her perfume... While she kept screaming "Nooooooooooo! Nnnooooooooooooooooo!" he engulfed her left tit in his mouth, feeling under his tongue the tender nipple now hard and erect against her will, covering it with his saliva and enjoying the squirming and screaming of the French woman's utter distress... Delicious! Oooohhhh! She's got so beautiful and tasty boobs! He kept enjoying Séverine’s breasts for a while, then he stepped back to let his men finish her undressing. He got rid of his pants and let his massive erection stand out. "We're all gonna rape her! YEAH!"

The Corporal took off Séverine’s pants as his teammate cupped her breasts from behind, the woman screaming all the time and calling them all sorts of foul names in her native French.


Then the Corporal takes off Séverine’s shoes and socks, as the Lieutenant prefers barefoot victims to be raped at will; this is always a big turn-on for him and many of his men as well. Local Kosovar women usually have very beautiful feet, and this French journalist is a serious contender in that department!


Indeed, the Lieutenant starts salivating and feels his dick getting even harder as he sees Séverine’s dainty feet, all soft silky white skin with a tinge of rosy at her heels and soles. WOW! Séverine’s soles quickly get stained with Kosovar dirt as she vainly tries to stop his men, who presently yank away her jeans jacket. “You won’t need this now, sweetie!”


Séverine was now getting tired, as the Private had her arms outstretched and presented her his nascent erection while she kept sobbing and protesting... “Ahhhh! Nooo! Let me go! Noooooooooooooo! ... Please please doooon’t!...”. Then she sobbed and screamed louder as she felt the Corporal yanking her panties off, revealing her patch of cunt hairs that looked black against her white sunlit skin.


She then frantically screamed, sobbed, squirmed and wiggled in the men’s iron grasp as the hard reality hit her hard: she was going to get brutally gang-raped, in the middle of the field alongside their rental car, next to her unconscious coworker who had been powerless to protect her, and there was nothing to be done to prevent this! There wasn’t any Liam Neeson who was going to save her from these unruly soldiers, for this was real life and no movie. She knew this all too well as a journalist. She was royally screwed!


And much to her unfathomable shame, her body was taking a life of its own: she felt her breasts swelling, her nipples fully erect, her cunt all wet. She had no sex for the last three years and her sex life had been pretty darn dull, stitched with sporadic boyfriends, who were handsome, but bereft of any imagination in the bedroom or elsewhere for that matter. While she was horrified out of her wits, her body seemed to anticipate the rush of being taken and gang-fucked by this bunch of horny Serbian soldiers, who were basically a bunch of uneducated country men. She often took a somewhat condescending tone when she wrote about them, and now it looked like they were getting back at her in a powerful and unstoppable way. They had her! She was their whore! She was familiar with typing the expression "systematical rape by Serbian troops"; now she was going to learn its real meaning. She was also going to TASTE it in the form of cum-emitting Serbian dicks.

Then the kneeling Corporal stuck his cock out of his pants. He spat on it to lube it some and then he violently spread apart Séverine’s legs...


He then took off his pants, quickly and efficiently like a true rape veteran, and moved himself between her legs like he always did, oblivious of her frantic screams, and he quickly got his cock hard and ready by masturbating and rubbing it against her dark cunt hairs, then he found her entrance and with a loud groan of joy he forcefully made his way inside her vagina as she screamed out her utter shame and despair against the tranquil sky of April... "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" And she sobbed and bawled again and again as the soldier-rapist started forcefully pounding her with his mouth panting while grunting his unrestrained glee at raping this haughty foreign journalist! "Now! Aaahhrrr!... Ahhhrrr! ... We're now putting you ... Ahhhrrr!... In your place, you fucking bitchy French whore! Ahhrrrr!... Ahhrrr!... Yeahhhhrrrr!" he said in his native Serbian. This was a LOT more fun than raping local girls! He greatly enjoyed hearing her hopeless screams of pain and horror... "AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooooooooo... Ahhhhaaaaahhhh... Rrrrrhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhaaaaahhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhaaa aaa!!!!"


As he pounded her hard and heavy with his throbbing weiner, the Corporal looked intently into her eyes! “Ahhrrr!... Ahhhrrr!... Ahhhrrr! ... Oh yeah! Little French bitch!... Ahhrrr!... Now! Now!... Ahhhrrr!... Ahhhrrr!... We’re putting you in your place! Ahhhrrrr!...Take this! This! And this! Ahhhrrr!” He said in his native tongue. And he kept on pounding and ramming her with great delight as the Private firmly held Séverine’s wrists against the ground as she frantically screamed in utter despair and horror.

The Lieutenant really enjoyed watching her breasts bouncing as Séverine got rocked and shaken under the man’s violent hip thrusts, her head moving from side to side as she protested against a rape she was powerless to stop and her coworker had been powerless to prevent. He reminded the Corporal to focus on her entrance and not to pound her too deep, for they meant to give her the shame of feeling pleasure as they gang-raped her. They were very seasoned rapists and took great pride in it. Gang-raping was an art from start to finish. At the end of the day, this haughty French journalist will have tasted all his and his men’s dicks and semen. She was getting a good, hard lesson in humility! In her case, this was what the doctor ordered.

He saw the military truck coming by and then fifteen eager soldiers jumped off it to join in and enjoy the show. Soon, the guys from the checkpoint in Ramoc would also be there. She’ll have some 20 men at her personal service for the whole day! A full platoon! Wasn’t she lucky, this little French girl? This would be an exclusive interview with the harsh wartime realities; a first-hand field experience. They’ll have her write a full detailed account of her own gang-rape. Perhaps she’d win a Pullitzer prize out of it! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! He joked about it with the photograph. “Perhaps we should send her all these photos so she can better remember us! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” “This is a fucking great idea! You see this in Paris-Match!? Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” All the nearby men had a great laugh as they watched screaming Séverine getting fucked by the Corporal, her back against the Kosovar ground, her wrists firmly held by the Private, her body and breasts rocked and shaken under his forceful hip thrusts. Wow! The Corporal was really drilling her!


"Learn Private! Learn! See how he is drilling his dick inside her and then pumping it nearer her entrance so she unwillingly gets wetter... This is how you properly rape a woman to show her how hard and good our Serbian dicks are! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The Private laughed too as he enjoyed watching Séverine's French-cream white breasts bouncing, free of all restraint under the Kosovar sun... He was very eager to fuck her with his hard Serbian dick. Gang-raping her was absolutely delicious! He knew he was going to cum very hard inside her!!!

TO BE CONTINUED.

[mikewozere]

Nicely written!
Pity her cameraman is missing all the fun ;-)

Nicely written!
Pity her cameraman is missing all the fun ;-)

Thanks! Oh, he's gonna regain consciousness later! ... and watch the Serbian soldiers emptying their balls inside her gorgeous coworker. She is getting all their dicks and cum over hours upon hours of Serbian field action!

Presently, the Corporal was panting loud, then suddenly his body seized up and he let out a wild, deep and strong GROAN of pure bliss as he forcefully released his load of cum deep inside the sobbing French journalist... “Ahhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaahhrrrrrrrhhhhhh!” Oh boy! What a shit-load of cum!!! This felt really, really fucking GOOD!


Then the Private quickly took off his field shirt and immediately took over as they moved her closer to the car, where the raping would be more comfortable; he undid and lowered his pants, stuck out his granite-hard boner and then knelt down and ruthlessly placed himself atop of her, inserted his manhood into her cum-drenched pussy and finally grabbed both her wrists to resume Séverine’s ordeal with a barrage of his own hip thrusts as he speared his dick inside her while the Corporal also knelt, grabbed her head and tormented her with his cum-dripping dick against her face... “Yeah you little French pussy queen! You’ll have lots of this to write about tonight! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!...”


From where he stood the Lieutenant had an awesome view on Séverine’s beautiful and feminine feet as she was getting fucked by her second soldier of the day while she kept sobbing and wailing under the jeers and laughs of the entire Serbian platoon. The Lieutenant moved closer, knelt down and took one of Séverine's feet in his hands and started to lick it, tasting the girly sweat spiced with some country dirt; Ooooooh! It was so delightful! Oh dear! Raping and tasting this French girl was so much fun! He felt his dick beyond rock-hard, ready to burst between his legs!

Now, Philippe was regaining consciousness. He slightly opened his eyes and he saw what his ears didn’t want to believe. Séverine, beautiful sweet Séverine, was getting brutally gang-raped by all these soldiers. The fucking bastards! He felt so angry! He wanted to KILL them all!!! Too bad he wasn't Jason Statham and this was real life in war-torn Kosovo... But something filled him with great shame: he had a massive erection building up as he watched Séverine’s naked body -- except for her fully rolled-up black top -- getting rocked and shaken under the men’s ruthless assaults. A dark part of him felt like joining them in gang-raping her. Oh what an unspeakable shame! Yet he intuitively knew he would ejaculate quickly and very hard inside Séverine in this testosterone-charged setting...

Under the second man’s dick thrusts, Séverine felt the painful horror of being robbed of something most precious. They took something dear from her; something she kept for men who met her exceedingly high standards. Yet her pussy had been wet even as the first soldier had entered her and his dick had went home without too much physical pain. The acute pain was all emotional. Her vagina and entire body sent her waves of pleasure as her whole body was being rocked by dick ram upon dick ram upon dick ram, and she intensely felt her rapist’s grip against her wrists, hearing the voice of the other man taunting her and the unreal proximity to his cum-dripping dick, and now she had some Serbian semen on her cheek and her vagina kept sending even stronger waves of physical arousal in every fibre of her sweating body. She was now trying hard to suppress her nascent moans through her nonstop and hysterical screaming. She must not give these men the satisfaction of her moaning! "Noooooooooo! Please! Stop!!! Nnnnnaaooooohhh!"

But it was no use. She felt her now-swollen breasts bouncing from the men's raw power and the fresh April breeze against her sweaty boobs and hardened nipples. Whenever the other man caressed her tits, she felt pleasure there too. He wasn’t hurting her. It seemed he was trying to pleasure her while he enjoyed her breasts. She also noticed that her second rapist, like the first one, refrained from pounding her too deep and kept a forceful pumping action nearer her entrance, where all her pleasurable nervous endings were located. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep herself from moaning. She clenched her teeth and kept her mouth shut as she felt the second man’s warm load of cum flooding her deep. As she heard the Private's satisfied groan, experienced the warmth of his plentiful semen and felt the Corporal's hands skillfully frictioning her breasts, she let out a feeble, yet audible moan...

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! You hear this? She likes it! She likes it!” said the Lieutenant to his men. Then in English, he taunted her: “So you like it, you little French mademoiselle? You’ll see, we’re very experienced lovers and we’ll make you forget about your boyfriend in Paris. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! ... OK. My turn now!”

Séverine felt herself being lifted off the ground. One sturdy Sergeant held her arms firmly in place over her head as the strong and tall Lieutenant moved in front of her, spread her legs and inserted his large-girthed dick inside her vagina; then he grabbed her hips and completely lifted her off the ground. He then impatiently inserted his erect manhood inside her richly lubed vagina, he did this very swiftly and efficiently, and finally he started fucking her hard and good as her thighs bounced against his flanks. He absolutely loved to rape a woman in this position; the woman didn’t touch the ground at all and was entirely in their virile power! He speared and drilled his dick deep inside her, enjoying her continued and futile shrill screams, and her delicious French-spoken protests where he could make out the word "ambassade", as he contemplated her gorgeous perky breasts bouncing and shaking from his own hip action, her delicate pink nipples wet from the men’s saliva.


Ahhhrrr! Raping this little French cupcake here in the middle of a Kosovar field was some real entertainment! All this under broad daylight! Ahhhhh yeah! She was a very, very good fuck! Some day, he ought to visit Paris.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Then the Lieutenant started to ram her less deep and increased the pace so she would feel as much pleasure as possible. He did this like a boss! There was nothing he liked more than his victim’s moaning’s sounds as she mounted a climax against her will, getting raped in a more profound way. This was mixed with some feeling of shame he still retained whenenever he raped a girl or woman; a part of him recalled how life was a 10 or 15 years ago in Sarajevo. In those years, he would have met this French woman, introduced himself and invited her for a chat in a café and start dating her if she wished so; then he would have given her loads of pleasure. One constant he had between his former life and his present one was that he absolutely loved to give women pleasure. “Now! Little French Miss! Tell me you like this! You like my dick inside you, don’t you!? ... Ahhhrrrr! .... AhhhRRRR!!!...”


“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Pll... ease! ... Aaaaahhhhhhh!... Arrêtez ! Je vous en prie ! Non !!! (Stop! Please! I beg you! No!!!)” she did her best at screaming to mask her shame, as her head was revolting against her brutal gang-rape, but her fuck-shaken body felt all funny and the waves of pleasure became more powerful each time she got hammered by the Lieutenant, feeling her breasts bouncing and her head bobbing against the sturdy Sergeant’s chest. She felt all the men’s virile strength unleashed upon her and she couldn’t keep her bodily senses from being pleasured by this rush of unrestrained sexual savagery. The fact was, she had actually masturbated a few times, picturing in her mind that a group of these Serbian soldiers were savagely gang-fucking her by the roadside, near a roadblock, each man having his turn with her and loudly groaning as he cummed inside her... and this fantasy had given her much moaning and bliss. Now she was getting it for REAL! She was panicked and horrified, yet she was aroused against her will!

As his arms got tired, the Lieutenant placed Séverine’s delicious feet over his shoulders and resumed his beastly pounding. "Oh! Yes! YES! YES! YES!... AHHHRRR! AHHHRRRR! OOHHH YESS! OH THIS IS GOOD! .... OOHHHHHHH!!!!! ... You ... Ahhhrrrrr! ... You are very very beautiful little Miss! I regret not having met ... Ahhhrrr! Not having met you in Sarajevo back in better times... Ahhhrrr! ... Ahhhrrr! Oohhhhh she's fucking GOOD! Oh YES! ... Oh YESSSS! YESSSS!!! AAARHHH!!!! Ah the French girl!!!! Yeahhh! ... Ooohhhh Miss! Mademoiselle... You're so fucking hot!”

 
There was sincerity and honesty in the Lieutenant’s voice and this startled Séverine. She felt very ashamed at feeling that his words had just enhanced her taboo pleasure! For a second, she forgot her predicament as her journalist’s mind took over and the idea of a great article began to take shape; she would write about the guilt some Serbian soldiers feel when they rape ethnic Albanian women... But... But...  All of a sudden she remembered that it was HER who was presently gang-raped. This Serbian officer, the man now force-fucking her... He was very adept at pumping his dick in her most sensitive pleasure centres, and unfortunately for her pride, she was indeed very subject to vaginal orgasm... And presently she felt a powerful jolt of bliss coursing from her cunt throughout her entire body, right into her female soul, and she let out a loud moan... AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! ...

Then she tried to suppress it by shutting her mouth, but her moans were now unstoppable; they found their way out of her panting lips as she heard the Serbian officer groaning in animal satisfaction at hearing her pleasure and enjoying her tight and well-lubed vagina. She felt his thick throbbing dick forcefully stimulating her pleasure centers as his pounding continued tirelessly like a powerful, unstoppable train making its way deep inside the Kosovar remote countryside. Her head continued bobbing against the Sergeant holding her arms as he enjoyed contemplating her shaken naked breasts as he spoke in broken English... "The little French Miss, she likes it here in Kosovo! She likes it... Very, very much!!! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! ... Now... Miss... We all fuck you!!! We are MEN! Soldiers of Serbia!!! All for you little French Miss! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! ..."

She heard all the Serbian platoon jeering and cheering as the Lieutenant kept grunting his everlasting satisfaction at fucking her. Something cold and wet suddenly spilled all over her bouncing breasts. It smelled like beer!? It was bear! She felt mouths against her tits and tongues licking them as the Lieutenant kept pounding her relentlessly and shaking her entire body while two men licked the beer they had generously spilled on her French breasts. The sour beer smell added to her general feeling of being utterly overwhelmed by their virile power! She moaned once more as she felt the Lieutenant's dick drilling her vagina, again, again, again... and again!!! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Oooooooooooooohhh! ... Nnooohhhh! St... St'p this!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Hrrrr!.... Hrrrr! .... Hrrrr! ... This fucking French journalist! We are now FUCKING-FUCKING HER AND IT'S SO DAMN FUCKING GOOD! And nothing could prevent it!!!! Ahhhrrrrrr! ...." The platoon commander loved doing this!!!

The Lieutenant was a long-laster. He sure looked tough. He began to frantically fuck her with crazy speed without any sort of restraint, and then she felt her pleasure intensify tenfold and it was like thousands of fireworks bursting in tiny electric waves on every inch of her body as she let out a suppressed scream of ecstasy... "HHhmmmmmmhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! .... Oh mon dieu ! Je viens d’avoir un orgasme dans les bras de ces salauds ! (Oh my God! I just had an orgasm in the arms of these bastards!)”

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!... Mission accomplished M’am!... Ahhhrrrrr!!!! ... Ohhhh! You’re so GOOD!!!” Then the wicked Lieutenant slowed down his pace, his arm muscles burning from the effort of holding her, but panting and iron-determined to give her his very best and show his men how it’s done. He had a wager going with his platoon Sergeant, who was presently firmly holding Séverine’s arms: who between them was going to last longest?

Séverine felt once again a titanic wave of unstoppable pleasure surging deep within her and taking hold of every small inches of her panting body, as her body was violated, seemingly forever, under the Serbian sun... She let out a loud groan mixed with a protest... "NOOOHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHH!!!"... as she strongly climaxed for a second time in the arms of the Lieutenant. The bastard! Her second orgasm of extraneous origin in just one day while she had none the previous ten years! (Yes, her boyfriend when she was 16 was an incredible lover; it’s a shame she let him go; she should have known better.)


Then Lieutenant Matija Bukvić went into rape-frenzy mode and quickly reached his climax, pounding her frantically in open-mouthed ecstasy as he let out a furious groan of unmitigated glee and finally reached a climax that amounted to a massive geiser of unstoppable jism; he utterly flooded the French journalist’s vagina and bellowed a loud victory scream… "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRR!!!! Yeah, the French journalist! We won… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Oooooohhhh… She’s so fucking GOOD! Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Can’t believe it! OH FUCK! MAN, SHE’S REAL GOOD FUCKING, THIS FRENCH GIRL… AHHHHHHRRRRRRRRR! ...!"

The Lieutenant exited the raped journalist and suddenly let out another wild burst of semen that shot out all over her belly and some of it reaching her delicate white breasts. Then one 50-something Master-Corporal frictioned her boobs…
“Yeah... Like this! Now our pretty French journalist is ready to be fucked again! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!...”
“Oh, but let’s pour some more beer on her... Like this! Yeah! Now she’s wet and sweet! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!...”

Men assaulted Séverine’s beer-drenched breasts as she panted, the Lieutenant's goo dripping from her cunt, and then she felt her legs seized by yet another soldier-rapist. This other rape was a repeat play of the previous one: a young soldier, almost a teen boy, held her arms in his wiry strong grip, one of his teen hands on her right boob, while the big, strong Sergeant who had been holding her arms – it was his turn now – began furiously pounding her with his big meaty dick.


This time, the pounding was very deep and brutal with no thought whatsoever for her own pleasure. She endured the ordeal, her body ruthlessly shaken and her head bobbing against the young soldier’s chest as the muscly Sergeant kept grunting like a mountain gorilla! He mounted her like a beast, furiously and angrily, as if she had done something very wrong against him. He kept at it for a good 10 minutes, as the adrenaline of the moment fuelled his unstoppable erection and intensified his pleasure tenfold! Séverine felt his full girth plow her female ground at full steam, backing off and then heavily and forcefully going back all the way in as her entire body shook from his pelvic impact! She moaned and sobbed in deep pain, and she surprised herself at missing the Lieutenant’s dick, as he had been a much less painful rapist. Then the big dirty Sergeant suddenly finished... he released his big load of steaming Serbian sperm and screamed out loud his bursting explosion... “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRR!!! ... I’ll give you a Serbian son! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!...rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh...” he said in his native language as he exited her cum-dripping pussy, his legs wobbly from his intense orgasm. The Lieutenant was right; this French journalist was a REAL good fuck! But who had won the wager? Him or his platoon commander?... In all honesty, he had to say that the Lieutenant had lasted longer inside her pussy!

He took a beer, drank some and spilled all the rest on Séverine's breasts and greatly enjoyed sucking her beer-drenched tits, feeling the hard nipple under his lips and tongue, all cold and wet with beer; then he engulfed the whole beer-flavored boob in his open mouth as the teen soldier behind her kept holding her arms fast with his hand on her other boob. She was owned! And owned big time by the Serbian troops!


TO BE CONTINUED.

[mikewozere]

Very fucking hot!

All caught up with this. Story is progressing logically , can't wait for then to start using all her holes at once! merit from me!

[vile8r]

Very well done, Bruiser!

Very fucking hot!

Thanks! Glad you're enjoying this story!

All caught up with this. Story is progressing logically , can't wait for then to start using all her holes at once! merit from me!

Thanks! This is a really fun story to write. The scenario is very simple. Here, the real turn-on for me is Séverine's naive feeling of immunity getting brutally crushed as she shares the same fate as the local girls these Serbian soldiers usually prey on. There's also the sexual tension present right at the start due to her cameraman having secret fantasies on her; of course, no one ever has fantasies on a coworker, but this is a work of fiction and everything is fair game (lol).

Very well done, Bruiser!

Thanks! This story is a real turn-on to write. Taking a Westerner cutie, supposedly immune from such incidents (as they usually have us believe in Hollywood movies -- lol), and getting her owned and trashed by some local troops in remote parts is always a hot topic. I got inspired by a video where a couple gets molested by two soldiers. The video is low resolution (360p) so I had the idea of using black & white and coming up with something to explain why the images are blurry; nevertheless, I think the images do add something and give a better feel of the trashing Séverine gets from the Serbian platoon!