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First Published: 14 June 2022
Rape-Gang
by Markus Story Codes: M+\Fg7g6, M+F\Ffg3, ped, caution, rape, piv, anal, sad, viol, tort, ws
Chapter 1: The Escape "Did you hear? Moscow has fallen. We will be rescued for sure. In just a week we will be freed." Devlin excitedly relayed to his POW (Prisoner Of War) friends. "You keep saying that shit! You know what will happen if the army comes here to free us? The Commies will kill us and bury us so that we can't tell what they did. They would have to, otherwise they would all be tried for war-crimes. We need to escape now before the army comes." Ed admonished his friend for being so short-sighted. "Where would we go? The villagers would turn us back in and we would be executed." Steve retorted in whispers. "We will escape to the country-side and take possession of a house until the army arrives to rescue us. The guards are nervous, they want to tuck-tail and run before they are caught red-handed. Lets do it tonight before it is too late. Last night two guard towers were abandoned so it is now or never." Ed levelheadedly suggested. Devlin and Steve knew that Ed was right. It was urgent that they get out. They had already prepared their escape plan for months. The prison camp was little more than four guard towers surrounded by a barbed wire fence. It would be more dangerous to stay than to escape. In the dead of night, the three friends executed their plan. Like ghosts, they slipped out of the bathroom window, dashed across the barren spot-lit yard, clawed they way under the barbed-wire fence and bolted to the safety of the woods. They would never know how close it came, in a few short hours the remaining spooked guards executed every last prisoner and burnt the remains to ashes. They ran together until their blood boiled and they collapsed in exhausted gasps. The three fugitives listened for the hunting men and their dogs. All they heard was the crickets. When they recovered, they got back up and kept running until their legs ached. Dawn was breaking and they crossed a dirt road that they followed until they arrived at a small house. "How about this one?" Devlin whispered. "We have to get off the road now. The longer we stay in the open the more chance we have to be discovered. Lets sneak around back to see." Ed was adamant and his companions followed stealthily behind him. They slithered to the backyard and behind the cover of the trees. Ed commanded the soldiers to watch the windows as if he was a general. After 16 months of captivity they didn't consider themselves soldiers any longer but their training prepared them to kill the occupants none-the-less. In the twilight, they found a hatchet and rope in the backyard shed. After an arduous two hours of motionless surveillance they saw the first signs of life. A woman in her night-gown opened a curtain from her bedroom. If there was a man, he would be leaving for work soon. They spent another motionless 2 hours before they decided there was no man in the house. They were not surprised as every able-bodied man in Russia had been drafted for the bloody war. They had seen the woman pass by a down stairs bedroom as well as two children. The men slinked the wall of the back of the house waiting for them to come outside. Steve was the first to hear a rustle at the back door and in a flash he had grabbed the woman into a strangle hold with his hand over her mouth. She didn't even have a chance to react. The two other men crept into the house and spied two young girls in the kitchen eating breakfast. Devlin covered the mouth of both girls and backed into a corner with them. Ed had the unenviable task of securing the house. He grabbed a kitchen knife and confirmed that the rest of the house was unoccupied. Despite being exhausted, the rush of adrenaline prepared him to kill anyone that was lurking. They quickly tied the three females to the chairs in the kitchen and finally they sat down to relax. "Where..is..man?" Ed questioned the panic-stricken pretty Russian mother who didn't understand a word of English. "What should we do with them?" Devlin asked in exhaustion. "I need to sleep." Steve mumbled. For over a year and half they had gotten to know each other better than they knew anyone else previously. Without a word, they all agreed the females were no threat and did not have to die. "Lets get them in the bedroom. Make sure they don't have cellphones on them." Ed concluded logically although there was no chance this poor family would have such a luxury when their landline phone was dead. Steve carried one girl while Devlin carried the other. The mother walked between them as she sobbed. They cleared space in the largest bedroom and lay the three mattresses that they found side by side. They would need to stay together that night. They lay the three females in the middle (MFMggM) and tied them to their waists so that they could not escape. As if they were a family, they all lay down and the men slept like the dead. Ed was the first to wake up in a panic. He was having a dream that the husband of the unfortunate woman was standing over him with a gun pointed at his chest. At first he thought that only a few minutes had passed but noticed the sun was already setting. So far they got lucky, no men came to the house. Chapter 2: Hideout Ed woke up with his hand up the skinny mother's gown and did not remember how it got there. Did she put it there while he slept? Was she trying to curry favor or perhaps she wanted him to touch her? Her husband had gone to war two long years ago and was never heard from again. She ached inside for a male's companionship. He had a raging boner like he did every morning and explored the woman's silky skin until he felt the mound of her breast. He had not touched a woman for the entire time of his capture and nearly forgot how women were so soft and fleshy. He quickly went south to the panties and unceremoniously grinded his fingers into her bushy crotch. He roughly ran his fingers along her slit until he felt that familiar warm moistness between her labia. Ed needed to smell her sex and put his slimy fingers to his nose and took a deep sniff. Ed took it up a notch and ripped off her gown and panties. She realized it was not a game and yelped in fear. This woke up the two other men who watched in stupefaction. "This is what you want?" Ed spit on his hand and lubed his manhood with it. The woman was exactly his type, skinny, blonde and skin like snow-white. She and her daughters were on a near starvation diet of war rations and it showed in her protruding ribs. Ed pushed the terrified mother's knees up to her small tits and with joy-stick in-hand, found her hot love hole. She was tight like a virgin. Her vaginal muscles had shrunk and tightened from lack of use. He rammed into her with the urgency of a doomed man. They may be discovered and shot at any time and this is exactly what he wanted to do with his final moments. "Come here sweets. You sure are a sight for sore eyes." Devlin whispered to the daughter that he was fondling while watching the live porno. She could not be more than 7 years old. Devlin, like most other men loved girls of all ages but he preferred the underdeveloped ones. He followed Ed's example and ripped off the child's flimsy pyjamas and panties. Devlin ran his calloused hands over the pristine skin of his captive. The first grader had wet herself while the men slept. This did not deter Devlin who had over a year of pent up sexual frustration. He smashed his face into the waif's hairless twat. She whimpered as his tongue explored her pissy slit and tasted her hymen. It would be her unwilling gift to her rapist lover. He could have tongue raped her all day but as this may be his last day on earth, he wanted more. He was mesmerized by her twig-like legs and folded them up against her flat chest. She was a smaller version of her mother; skinny, blonde and skin that was never violated by the sun. He rubbed his throbbing member between her virgin labia until he couldn't resist any longer. "Devlin the Devil", as his friends called him, pressed into the whimpering babe. However, there was no purchase to her inner sanctum as she was impossibly tight. Devlin realized he would need to stretch her open first so he first broke her maiden-head with his index finger. It would not be enough so he pushed his other index finger in and pried her open until he could see into her bloody vagina. She was now ready, with some effort Devlin managed to push the head of penis into the fussy child. He didn't have any compassion and thrust himself all the way in until his balls rested on her anus. Devlin had dreamed of this all his life and it was fitting that it would be on his last day alive. "Now it's my turn." Steve whispered into the ear of his own prize. She had closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands to avoid seeing the horrors around her. Steve was always considered an inconsequential man, but today, he would decide and take what he wanted. She was the smaller of the sisters but otherwise may as well have been her twin. Steve didn't waste any time lifting her dress up to examine her. She had an old scar below her belly button but was otherwise flawless. He kissed her flat chest like an animal. He pulled down her panties and found she had soiled herself. Steve was the most perverted one out of the companions and was excited to live his fantasy. He flipped her onto her belly and wiped the excess poop with her panties and threw them aside. Steve pushed her cheeks apart and took a long look at her pink puckered rose still smeared with brown. Steve always much preferred females asses over their pussies for a reason he could not understand. It was so forbidden and dirty that his mind always went back to it like a fly to shit. He pushed his tongue to her stinky hinney and licked the bitterness clean off her. Steve's patience was exhausted and he repositioned his rape meat to her sphincter. He spit the funk on his dick for lubrication and pushed into her rectum. He had always lived inside his head and doing the deed in real life didn't seem real. He would take the experience and give it life. He couldn't let it all end today, he would need to find a way to live and see his living fantasy take root. He tried to take it slow so that he could record every moment of it but his hips pumped with a mind of their own. His flesh-toy's screams were muffled into the mattress as he pumped away at her tearing sphincter. Her hot bowels greased his dick and he ejaculated into her colon. "Please stop!" The Russian mother pleaded. She finally cracked and admitted that she could speak some English. The fugitives had all climaxed with their toy's and were all panting and already thinking about seconds. Chapter 3: Vera's Corruption "...The Russian army has surrendered to the allied forces. Pockets of resistance fighters are slowing the liberation of the prison camps. Full immunity is offered to prison guards who deliver the prisoners alive. Reports indicate over 2 million have perished since the beginning of the war.." The three companions were beside themselves to hear the Russian radio to be broadcasting in English as if it was specifically for them. They realized that they had a chance to live longer if they were careful. "Eat.. chicken ready." Vera, the mother that the desperate men had raped the day before, said in her best English. She hated them down to her core but nonetheless she conspired to help them . She asked them not rape and kill her daughters. In exchange she would find them fresh Rape-Meat. She was frying one of her prized hens whose eggs had saved her from starvation during the war. She had carefully concealed it knowing it would be confiscated by the starved army. The Russian arsenal had been spent, the economy devastated and finally the entire Russian population of men and boys had been sacrificed to the meat-grinding war-machine. There was nothing left in the town but women, young boys and old men. Vera considered stabbing her kitchen knife into the neck of Steve who was fondling her naked child in front of her. She knew that the other men would kill her and rape her daughters anyways , so decided against it. She was trying her best to make the men love her so that they could see her and her daughters as humans and not the "Commies" whose husbands killed their brothers. "Down road.. Sexy woman, Sexy girl and sexy baby." Vera offered the men to go rape the neighbour girls while serving a steaming plate her beloved chicken. She was eyeing Devlin who had her other nude daughter in his lap with his hand between her legs. The men dug in with their dirty fingers while the females devoured the feast with their eyes only. "No men?" Ed asked with peaked interest. He estimated that they had some weeks to wait to be saved. He decided that Russian women owed him for the time he spent in prison. "Only old man. No danger. I go unlock back door." Vera conspired. She would offer some eggs to the starved family and unlock their back door while they chatted. Ed had the last piece and started licking the greasy juices off the plate to the chagrin of the daughters. Ed handed the greasy plate to his lap companion to let her finish licking it clean. The mother gave her a look knowing that she would pay for it later. "That was so filling. I am stuffed for the first time since we were captured. Lets get ready. We will tie up the girls and follow behind Vera with knives." Ed gave the orders as usual and with a full belly they were invigorated with new energy. Vera led the way down the road knowing that it was immoral to conspire to rape. The men went through the woods to the back door and when they heard Vera's signal they rushed in. The mother was in the process of making tea and was subdued by Steve before she could even make a noise. Devlin rushed to the living room where he captured the girls. There was a teenaged girl but no sign of the grandfather. Ed went on to find the old man. Ed had decided to kill the threat but changed his mind when he found how frail the grandfather actually was. Ed still pushed him to the living-room so that he could not do any mischief. All gathered, they stripped the females, sparing only Vera, their partner-in-crime. "Where is the second girl?" Ed asked, counting asses. "Baby upstair. I get" Vera offered and came back down with the three year old sex-toy a minute later. She felt a lump in the pit of her stomach with the guilt of what she would cause to happen to the toddler. "Ohhh.. that one is mine." Steve grabbed the toddler from Vera's arms, tore its onesie off and threw her on the mattress of females on the floor. The grandfather watched dumbfounded while sitting on the couch. "Vera.. strip and fuck gramps over there!" Ed commanded. He didn't want the old man to interfere even if feebly. Little did he know that in his day, the decrepit codger was in-fact as perverted as any of them. He had seen Vera, his neighbour, grow up from the time she was in diapers. He had fantasized pounding into her pert ass and dominate her. Vera did what was required and let her sun-dress fall to the floor. She was not wearing anything underneath as she did not have time to prepare herself. She got on her knees in front of her elder and bowed her head so that he could do what he wished with her. As guilty as she felt, she wished he would hit and abuse her for selling-out his daughters. With the females on the floor, the three men could take stock of the spoils. The mother was cute with blonde straight long hair that went down to her shoulders. The teenaged daughter was eye-candy with golden hair that went all the way to her butt. The toddler was a dream and ripe for defilement. "Which one do you want?" Devlin asked Ed, pretending that he didn't ache for the teen. They both knew the toddler was reserved for Steve who already had his hand in her cloth diaper. "Fuck that whore!" They encouraged Steve. Their directed approbation opened a forbidden gate in his mind. The mother was shaking with fear with her face down on the carpet. Ed flipped her over to see the terror first-hand. She was a fighter and pummelled her attacker with her weak fists. Ed got angry and smacked her across the face with full power. She passed out with the concussion when her head hit the wood floor. This invigorated Ed who spread the rag-doll's legs open. To Ed's chagrin, her genitals were matted with golden pubic hair. He grabbed a handful and yanked the pubs straight out of her. The woman did not register a sign of life and he kept plucking the unsightly pubic hair until she was as smooth as her toddler. "Vera! Come spit on her pussy!" Ed demanded. Vera got off the lap of her fathers' friend and put her face over her neighbour's red pussy and spit onto it. The glob quickly dripped down her crack and so Vera used her hand to spread the mouth-lubricant to the unconscious woman's genitals. It was shocking to her to touch another woman in such a provocative way. "Go suck his dick" Ed requested, referring to the old perv. Ed pushed his index finger into the mother's slit and felt around. This was his chance to live a fantasy. He pushed in another finger and another until his whole fist was stretching her vagina to its limit. The ingrate still didn't register any reactions but it didn't bother Ed who was not done yet. He then pushed his penis into the palm of his hand that was embedded in her love tunnel. With his hand inside her, he could stimulate the sensitive underside of his glans with his fingers. It was a blessing that the abused woman was unconscious as the pain may otherwise drive her mad. "Ahh..." the woman was coming to, as her amygdala demanded her to wake up and escape. He slapped her face and felt her vagina contract involuntarily from the convulsion. Her intimate parts were being demolished by the sadist. He couldn't hold it in any more and exploded on his hand in her battered snatch. The old man had just ejaculated into Vera's mouth. Such was her guilt, Vera swallowed his offering to punish herself for the damage she had done to his family. He clutched his chest as the ticking time-bomb in his heart exploded with a long overdue aneurysm. Vera watched him spasm in horrifaction. Her complicity was unforgivable, as he would die because of her. It was no consolation to her that she had given him a life-long fantasy. "Vera, hold her down!" Devlin demanded of the distraught accomplice to restrain his teenaged fireball. He was pushing her pretty face into the carpet and was straddling her thighs and trying to penetrate her from behind. To his frustration she kept evading penetration by gyrating her hips and clenching her cheeks. The more he slapped and punished her, the more she tensed up. Devlin flipped her on her back. "Sit on her face Vera!" Devlin grabbed Vera's arm and pulled her down in squatting-toilet position on the thirteen year old's face. Vera was way in over her head. She had imagined that she would just unlock the door and be raped with the others so that she could claim to be innocent. She did not imagine that she would be actively participating in the rape. Vera knew the teenager, Anastasia (Ana), since the day she was born. She babysat her, changed her diapers and had once even talked to her about love. Vera considered Ana as her own daughter. Vera thought back to her own children, tied and crying at home waiting for the verdict of how much her mother loved her. She would do anything for them, conspire, rape and even kill. Vera grabbed Ana by the ears so she could not move without tearing her own ears off. Ana was in such a terrible state. She had been humiliated by being stripped naked, slapped and beaten by the Devil and now betrayed by her second mother. She had never tasted a pussy before and would have gagged by the woman's pungent odour if she could breath. Her whole face was buried in the mouth of Vera's vagina and was utterly pinned down. Devlin took the opportunity to split the bitch's legs wide and beat her budding breasts with his fist to show her who is boss. "That's more like it. This is what you have been masturbating yourself about isn't it? Boys touching your pussy.. Fucking your cunt.." Devlin commented to himself as if he was a sports announcer. He finally stabbed his rape meat into the unwilling victim's pink puss. Ana was not a virgin but was unprepared for the sudden violent onslaught to her sensitive love canal. Now that Devlin didn't think he would die soon he could take his sweet time. He wanted to experience more of the girl and readjusted his bloodied penis to her anal sphincter. He unceremoniously pushed past her anal muscle into her rectum. Ana had passed out after Devlin devilishly punched the suffocating rape toy in the solar plexus when she had squirmed. He swapped back and forth from pink hole to her brown hole. Being unconscious like her mother beside her, she was like play-dough that he could squeeze and punch at his hearts content. Vera looked at Devlin in the eyes the entire time as she sat on her victim's face. Devlin liked the sound that the girls reddened skin made when he slapped it. He slapped the mounds of her budding tits and her chest. He had an idea for some sadistic fun. "Vera, go get me an egg." Vera confusedly went to the kitchen to get the requested item and paused while looking at butter knife on the table. She grabbed the precious egg and returned to the chaos. "Give me the egg.. Go there.. Piss on her face." Devlin grabbed the egg and pushed it carefully into her defiled gash. He insert it as deep as he could without breaking the shell. The girl was coming back to consciousness just in time for Vera's yellow shower. She had been holding it in and her bladder was full. The girl cried emotional sobs as her second-mother cruelly humiliated her with her waste. Devlin was starting to like Vera, she would make a fine addition to their Rape-Gang. Devlin pushed his dick in the sputtering slut and punched her in the belly where the egg should be. The egg shattered inside the teen's vagina and painfully embedded into the sensitive walls. Ana was in a panic as Devlin lived up to his name (Devlin the Devil). Her pain satisfied him and he exploded into her colon. Vera wished Devlin could just kill her to put her out of her misery and spare her a criminal future in her home-land. Meanwhile, Steve was fully engrossed in his own passion. He was fondling the three year old babe. He knew there was no one coming to defend the family. There were no men, no police and no one to enforce the law. He could take all day to defile her the way he wanted. It was his right as these Commie scum had to pay for the war. The toddler had food, shelter, warmth and comfort while they had suffered starvation, cold and pain in their captivity. Steve had always dreamed of sexually demolishing a toddler but sadly never before had the opportunity. "Kick that slut in the belly and come here!" Steve asserted himself on Vera to complete Ana's initiation. He had been watching the perversity unfold and knew that Ana was writhing in agony from the broken egg shell in her love canal. Vera looked forlorn at her sweet neighbour and with determination launched a powerful kick to the teen's lower abdomen. She knew nothing less than the most damaging attack would satisfy the rapists. "Twist the toddler's legs open." Steve pointed to the terrified infant on the floor. Even if the toddler did not know how to talk, walk or even control her bladder, she knew it was a bad situation. Vera did his bidding and savagely pulled the tiny legs open until they were up against her chest. She knew it would not be enough and without being asked, twisted them until her little feet touched her shoulders. She heard the muscles snap and knew she had done permanent damage. Vera knew there was no going back. She had gone accomplice to the worst type of criminal. The toddler was pinned down and the traumatic pain was just starting to hit. Steve took his time to admire the slit of the toddler that was being stretched open by the unnatural position. He put his nose to the pink hymen and took in the odour of the infant. He took it all in as slowly as he could, to record it to his growing repertoire of child pornography in his head. He had never seen anything as brutal and his member throbbed in anticipation of the violation. He applied his tongue to the untouched flesh of the baby. "Vera, push your fingers into her." Steve requested of his mistress. Vera insert her left index finger first and started tearing the maiden-head of the infant. Steve just watched in fascination while pleasuring himself. She pushed her right index finger at the same time to pull the small opening wider. The baby was crying an unpleasant high-pitch wail, so Vera under her own volition muffled it by sitting on the baby's face. With the hole prepared and starring him in the face, Steve started rubbing his manhood on the gaping hole. Vera could feel Steve's glans rubbing up against her fingers since she was holding the baby-flesh open for his penetration. It would be a tight fit even if Vera was prying her open for the rapist. She spit without prompt on the pussy of the victim to lubricate her man. Steve pushed past her fingers and hit bottom already. This would not do as he was just barely past the head of his penis. Vera lifted her ass up to let the babe breath in so that she would not suffocate. Steve pushed in as hard as he could to fit his entire length into her. Vera could feel that her fingers had become slick. She was afraid to look as she knew it had to be blood and not vaginal arousal fluid. Her own vagina was still sore from the pounding she had taken the day before. She couldn't even imagine what damage her man was doing to the innocent angel. "Fuck her! Fuck her and hurt her! She likes it. She wants rape. Rape her cunt." Vera encouraged. The voice that came out of her mouth seemed to come from someone else. She saw that he was taking his time and every moment was a torture for the baby. She figured that she could help her by helping him cum faster inside her. Her words were like magic to Steve's ears and he pumped faster. The faster he went the more she encouraged him until Steve couldn't hold it in any longer and finally blew-up into her torn vagina. The damage to the baby's sexual organs was grievous and permanent. She would not be able to have children after this corporal punishment. Steve stayed in the twitching baby until he became soft inside her. The men were all spent and went to the kitchen so that Vera could fry up the remaining eggs. "Please no more hurt. I help you. More girls down street. Very sexy baby." The mother of the freshly devastated family pleaded between sobs. Vera had whispered to her ear that if she and her family wanted to live that they had to help the Rape-gang. They had no choice; they would sell out their neighbours, conspire with the enemy and join the gang. 5.000 Words.
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