("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
Archive name: 1942.txt (MF, F/m+, beast, WWII)
Authors name: Jenny Wanshel (chilly2@biosys.net)
Story title : 1942
------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2001. Please
do not remove the author information or make any
changes to this story. You may post freely to non-
commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of
commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
------------------------------------------------------
1942
by Jenny Wanshel
***
Bavaria, July, 1942 --
Heidi led the German soldier down the stony path to the
old barn.
It was a beautiful summer day and the larks were
singing. The hot summer sun gleamed on the greens and
reds and purples of the meadow flowers.
Heidi's heart hammered in her chest as she led the
handsome young soldier into the barn. She was 14 years
old, her blonde pigtails swaying in the breeze behind
her, her "Bund Deutscher Madchen" badge proudly pinned
to her ripening bosom.
She turned and smiled bravely at the soldier, and then
sank to her knees and lay on her back in the soft straw
that covered the floor.
Heidi looked up at him and smiled as she lay on her
back on the ground.
She raised her knees and spread them apart. Then she
pulled back her skirt. The soldier's eyes widened in
surprise.
He could see her little pink cotton underpants now. He
smiled, nodding eagerly. Now he knew what she had
brought him to the barn for, and he approved. She
returned his smile with a little pink blush reddening
her cheeks.
Heidi hooked her thumbs under the band of her
underpants and rolled them down. She raised her round
little buttocks off the floor of the barn to slip them
off, and then rolled them down her plump little white
thighs.
Between her legs the sunlight streaming in through the
barn door shone on a glistening golden triangle of soft
fine hair. Under the little patch of golden hair were
two pink puffy lips between her parted thighs.
The soldier licked his lips. He began unbuttoning the
buttons of his tunic. Then his khaki pants came down.
There was something big bulging in the underpants
between his legs.
"Du bist ein jungfrau?" he asked in a low voice.
"Ja," she whispered.
He pulled down his underpants then, and she saw it. It
was big.
Stripped naked, he knelt between her thighs. Heidi's
breath came faster as her heart raced. Was it fear she
felt?
Who am I to feel fear, she told herself, when this
soldier will be facing death on the battlefield in a
few short weeks?
"Do you want it?" he asked.
She smiled a motherly smile at this young man who was
going to die for her country. He was only a few years
older than herself.
"Fuck me!" she said, whispering the dirty words she had
never uttered before in her life.
The soldier clasped her in his arms and kissed her and
her world began to spin.
His hands roughly grasped her small breasts through her
dress and fondled her between her legs.
In a little while she was wet enough and the soldier
entered her.
It hurt at first. She offered up a silent prayer as she
gave her virgin cherry for the Fatherland.
The soldier's penis was big and it filled her up.
Flies buzzed in the open door of the barn as the
muscular young Army man pounded her round little rump
into the straw.
Heidi clasped him to her with her soft, pudgy little
hands and sighed.
Fucking was nothing like she had thought it would be!
"Shall I pull out?" he asked.
"If you make me pregnant I shall go to the lebensborn,"
she whispered. It was a proud thing for a BDM girl to
become pregnant with the child of a German soldier.
The soldier flooded her pussy with a warm, wet sticky
fluid. She felt his thick cock pulsing between her legs
as the seed of life streamed into her.
"Oh," she said.
Red-faced, the soldier grunted with passion and lay
still on top of her.
The next day he went off to the front and she never saw
him again. Later, when they found out that she was in
fact pregnant, all she could remember was that his name
was Fritz something.
That December, dying on the battlefield at the Russian
front, a piece of shrapnel from an exploding tank shell
lodged in his chest, his last thought was of a ray of
golden sunlight streaming in through the barn door on a
hot day in June, ten miles down the road from
Regensburg, shining on the golden pussy of a generous
young girl named Heidi.
_____________________________________________________
Micronesia, December 1942 --
Lieutenant O'Connor was killed trying to drag in the
boat across the reef.
Miss Elsie held back the teenaged boys who wanted to
swim out to rescue him. She grabbed them by the legs
and shrieked. They would only get killed in that
pounding surf.
The 21 of them stood helplessly and watched as Lt.
O'Connor drowned 200 feet away.
Along with Lt. O'Connor they lost the boat, the radio,
and most of their supplies.
There were 20 boys in the class, and Miss Elsie, and
they were stranded on the island until someone came to
rescue them.
Miss Elsie sobbed bitterly for hours as the boys took
turns trying to comfort her. They were hundreds of
miles from the nearest American base, in contested
waters, with the Japanese fleet patrolling nearby. They
had put ashore hurriedly when a Japanese sub had been
spotted trailing the ship. The ship sailed on over the
horizon, pursued by the Japs. Lt. O'Connor got them all
ashore safely on this uninhabited flyspeck of an island
in the South Pacific, and then he died trying to bring
the boat in across the razor sharp reef, through the
savage undertow and crushing waves.
They were stranded. The ship knew where they were, and
had radioed a message to the fleet, and they would be
picked up-eventually.
Now they had lost radio contact. Miss Elsie was alone
on the island with 20 adolescent schoolboys.
She lay sobbing on the beach. Her clothes were soaked
and she could not take them off in front of the boys.
"God help us," she whimpered to herself. She had to get
a grip and take charge. Night would be coming on and
they had to find shelter, and food, and a fresh water
supply, and make some kind of a latrine.
That would do for starters. The rescue vessel would
only be a few weeks in arriving, at most.
Most of the boys were Boy Scouts and they quickly built
a few small lean-to shelters out of palm fronds woven
together. A little trickle of fresh water was found and
dammed up to provide fresh water. Stones thrown at the
top of the palms resulted in a small cascade of
coconuts showering down, which could be pried open with
an Army knife. And they had the rations in the two
supply chests they had dragged ashore.
That night, they built a big fire, a little inland away
from the beach so passing Japanese ships wouldn't spot
it.
Miss Elsie sat in the firelight. Twenty pairs of boyish
eyes watched her. Her dress had been pasted to her slim
rounded figure ever since she had staggered ashore, and
you could see the girdle molding her firm ass and the
big bullet bra casing her tits. Miss Elsie's soft brown
hair matched her eyes. She was only thirty years old,
which made her twice the age of the oldest boys. She
was a pretty woman.
"Well boys, it looks like we're in this war now," she
said.
"I'm not afraid," Jess said. He was 15 and he was
wearing nothing more than a pair of ragged pants that
had been ripped in the surf. His strong, hairless chest
gleamed in the firelight.
"Me neither," the other boys chorused. Miss Elsie knew
that most of them were scared, though.
That night they huddled together for warmth. All except
for Miss Elsie. She slept alone in the best of the
crude little lean-to's, 20 yards from the boys.
Miss Elsie tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She was
lying on a pile of fronds without a blanket. She
loosened her clothes, taking off the stiff girdle which
she had no intention of wearing again until the rescue
boat came. She took off her brassiere and sighed with
relief.
In the wee hours of the night one of the younger boys
named Davy came crying to her, and she cuddled him, and
with the warmth of another person lying next to her on
the beach she was finally able to go to sleep.
Davy was gone when she woke up in the morning. He
didn't want the other boys to know he had been crying
for his mommy in the night, and that Miss Elsie had let
him sleep in her arms.
"I'm going to put you in charge today, Jess," she said
over their meagre breakfast of tinned rations. "You're
the "Officer of the Day"."
"I want all you boys to listen to him and follow his
orders. Now Jess, you know what we need: food, water, a
latrine, better shelters. And someone should explore
the island. I'll go with the exploring party."
Later that morning the exploring party of 4 boys left
the camp, accompanied by Miss Elsie. Her shoes had been
wrecked in the surf and she tried to walk barefoot
through the jungle, but her feet gave out after a mile.
She returned to camp.
Jess had constructed two latrines-a little one for Miss
Elsie and a bigger one for the boys. The latrines were
at a distance to keep the smell from stinking up the
camp. Miss Elsie used hers with relief.
Walking back she could not help passing the boys'
latrine. She saw the bare buttocks of the boy who was
using it as she passed. He had a pale, skinny little
bottom, and she could not help giggling to herself.
The team that had been assigned to fishing failed to
bring in anything and that night they made their dinner
of coconut meat again. There was a small bite of
breadfruit for each of the survivors, and the exploring
team promised to bring back a larger quantity the next
day if it didn't make anyone sick.
That night two boys were sick, but no one thought it
was the breadfruit.
Miss Elsie was up past midnight trying to nurse them
without any medicine or medical skill, beyond a
soothing hand.
Finally all the boys were asleep except for two.
"I can't sleep alone," Miss Elsie whispered,
embarrassed. "Would one of you boys come sleep in the
lean-to with me?"
They both were willing to, so they made a party of
three in the small lean-to, and Miss Elsie lay between
them for warmth.
Mark was a tall, handsome boy, slow to speak, honest
and good. Tom was short, dark, and muscled, and had the
faint beginnings of a mustache on his 15 year old lip.
In the small hours of the night Miss Elsie woke up
suddenly and felt a hand clutching her breast. She lay
still. Her bra was off and her nipple was erect. After
a little while she felt another hand stroking her ass.
She wondered which one of the boys it was. She lay
there still, and after a while the exploring hand
stopped its motion. She waited for it to return and
fell asleep.
She woke up in the morning to find herself pressed
between two warm male bodies. She extricated herself
and went to the latrine. The sun was already well up.
The next night it was two different boys in her lean-
to-Philip and George. There was just enough of a nip in
the night breeze that everybody huddled together at
night for lack of blankets. Of course everyone wanted
to be chosen to sleep in Miss Elsie's lean-to. The boys
agreed among themselves that they would take turns in
rotation. Philip and George got the first turn.
The sun went down and she turned in. The boys were
already there.
She lay down between them and tried to go to sleep.
She lay awake waiting for the exploring hands to come.
If they came again tonight she was determined to put a
stop to it.
An hour passed, or at least a period of time that
seemed like an hour. She tossed and turned, unable to
sleep.
When a soft warm hand finally surprised her by touching
the skin of her breast inside her blouse, it felt so
warm and nice that she hesitated and couldn't bring
herself to stop it. She let Philip (or was it George?)
stroke her round, soft breast.
A short distance away 18 boys lay clutching their
little penises in their fists jerking off and dreaming
of Miss Elsie's full breasts and big curved ass.
One nervous, sweating boy lay next to her with the
prize itself in his hand.
The skin of her soft melon was warm to Philip's touch.
Philip trembled as he traced the hill of her stiff
nipple with his fingertip.
Miss Elsie trembled as she felt the boy's finger
explore her hard nipple.
Miss Elsie was excited. Her breathing came in ragged
little gasps.
Miss Elsie liked having her breasts handled. She had
always liked it, and she liked it now.
The boy's hands feeling her breasts felt good. As she
feigned sleep he opened her blouse wider, bent his head
down and started sucking on her nipple.
Miss Elsie gasped as she felt the boy's tongue. Then
she gasped again as she felt a hard prick rubbing
against her ass.
The boy behind her was stirring.
Miss Elsie lay still and continued to pretend she was
asleep as her skirt was lifted and George touched the
skin of her ass.
Then George's hand slipped between the cheeks of her
ass and felt between her legs.
Miss Elsie felt a single probing finger delicately
explore her vaginal slit.
George was reaching up into her pussy from behind while
Philip, delirious with excitement, sucked her breast.
George's finger got wet from Miss Elsie's juices. Her
cunt was hot and damp with arousal.
Philip tongued her rock hard nipple as the stiff little
pillar of flesh protruded into his mouth. Philip was in
a teenage boy's heaven.
Miss Elsie kept her eyes closed and struggled to
pretend that she was still asleep as the boys molested
her. Her heart pounded.
George reached around and inserted one finger into her
pussy.
He found her hot, quivering hole and the tip of his
finger slid into the slippery orifice.
Philip sucked hungrily at her big tit.
George's finger slid deeper inside her. Soon it was
jammed in to the third knuckle.
Miss Elsie's pussy trembled and palpitated on the warm,
stiff, invading finger as he worked it back and forth.
Soon George was finger-fucking her.
It was all Miss Elsie could do to keep her hips from
squirming. Her breasts were hot and excited, and she
could barely stop herself from humping young George's
hand.
Philip moaned in ecstasy as he licked the sweet rock-
hard nipple.
Miss Elsie felt George's hard prick rubbing against her
ass. He humped against her.
Miss Elsie liked sex. She had only fucked 10 times in
her life, and she never dreamed that she would fuck a
couple of mere schoolboys.
But now she thought she was going to go out of her mind
if one of these boys did not stick his prick inside
her.
But how could she give in and fuck one of these boys
without the other boy being a jealous witness?
Behind her, tall, gawky George had his hard, hot tube
of man meat out and was rubbing it against her silky
bottom.
In front of her, gentle, polite Philip eagerly opened
his pants and got his own stiff prick out.
Now Miss Elsie had two hard pricks rubbing against her.
She could feel Philip's erection against her leg.
Philip started rubbing his prick against Miss Elsie's
cunt and it was all she could do to avoid crying out
when the head of his penis brushed the tip of her
clitoris. She arched her back in excitement at the
thrilling sensation of a cock touching her clit.
George removed his fucking finger from her cunt and
Miss Elsie languidly spread her thighs a little wider.
Philip got his prick lined up with the entrance to her
cunt and with a sudden push started lunging in.
Miss Elsie shook ecstatically with the thrill of his
prick entering her.
Philip's cock slid inside her as she restrained a gasp.
The boy was fucking her now.
Miss Elsie continued to pretend that she was fast
asleep as the boys used her body.
Behind her, George spit in his hand and lubricated his
cock. Miss Elsie was surprised when she felt the head
of his penis pressing against her asshole.
Philip's hot prick inside her was heavenly.
Behind her, she felt her asshole dilating open wider to
receive George's stiff erection.
The head of George's prick slipped inside her rectum
with a little popping sensation. Miss Elsie was about
to get ass-fucked.
Miss Elsie had never opened her back door for any man.
She had never even considered it, and now this dirty
little boy was doing it to her while his friend fucked
her in the cunt.
The invading prick in her ass slid in deeper and
deeper, slowly at first. She fought to relax her
muscles to let it in because otherwise it would hurt.
Pressing against her tighter and tighter, fore and aft,
the two boys sandwiched her.
Miss Elsie was locked in a tight squeeze between two
teenage boys who both had their fiery young dicks stiff
inside her.
She could feel the twin pricks rubbing within her.
Miss Elsie humped her bottom up and down on the boys'
hard pricks as they fucked her.
She couldn't keep up the pretense that she was asleep
any longer.
She grabbed Philip's head and forced his face up
against hers and kissed him hard, driving her tongue
into his hot little mouth.
Her teeth clenched his as her tongue slipped in and out
of his mouth.
Philip moaned as Miss Elsie clutched him in her arms
and fucked eagerly into the two cocks that were
pistoning inside her.
She loved it. She was getting fucked by two boys at
once and it was wonderful, dizzying, unbelievable.
She loved the feeling of George's hot, slender dick
screwing her ass. She had never been screwed in the ass
before in her life and her ass was squirming in
excitement as he impaled it with his prick.
Philip fucked her cunt with hot, powerful thrusts,
stabbing up into her pussy again and again as she
moaned and whimpered.
"Oh god, it feels so good!" she whispered. "Philip and
George-you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No," they said in chorus.
"You'd better not, because if you do, I'll say you
raped me and Jess will kill you."
He would too.
"We won't," Philip promised.
"Uh-uh," George grunted in agreement.
"Now keep doing that!" she whispered hotly.
The two boys kept doing it. They were amazed that she
didn't fight them off and throw them out of the tent
when she woke up.
Philip and George felt their cocks rubbing against each
other through the thin membrane separating her cunt and
her asshole.
Miss Elsie loved to fuck. She had never been
sandwiched, or ass-fucked, or done it with a boy half
her age before-and now she was doing all three at once!
Miss Elsie knew from the coded entries in her secret
diary that she had only been fucked 10 times in her
life. This was the eleventh time, and it was
magnificent. Two hard penises plunging inside her at
once!
The two boys were frantic with lust and their hot
double fucking drove her wild.
Miss Elsie felt a big orgasm coming on, and she knew
that if she screamed the whole camp would wake up.
She buried her face in Philip's armpit and bit him as
she felt her rapture coming on.
She tasted his blood in her mouth as her hips bucked
wildly between the two fucking boys, George plowing her
sensitive ass with his hard slender cock and Philip
screwing her cock-loving cunt with his young, virile
man-meat.
She felt George's hot cream explode in her ass.
The she felt Philip's semen shooting up inside her like
a fountain.
Then with a muffled cry, Miss Elsie came. She raked
Philip's back with her nails as her crotch bucked back
and forth between the two boys, impaling her on their
spurting pricks as she gasped. It was like an
earthquake ripping her apart and the shock was so great
she fainted dead away.
"Omigod," Philip whispered. "We've killed her!"
But it was only a faint. She woke up in a minute and
smiled.
"Next time," she whispered, "I want George in front and
Philip taking me from behind."
And that was how Miss Elsie gave in. With twenty horny
teenage boys against her it was inevitable.
She sucked their young cocks back to hardness and the
three of them screwed till dawn.
The next night, it was two different boys. And two more
the night after that. By the time the rescue boat came,
she had fucked every boy on the island, and had every
boy's cock in every hole in her body.
When the boat finally arrived she was so sad that it
was all over that she cried.
______________________________________________________
Bonny Doon Mountain, New Zealand, December 1941 --
Candy Winston raced down the hillside, laughing.
Her brown pigtails trailed behind her as the big collie
dog raced at her heels.
"Come on, Scout!" she shouted. "Last one home is rotten
egg."
Her 13 year old body fairly flew down the hill.
Barking, Scout, the collie dog, ran circles around her.
Candy's denim-clad legs, coltishly long for her years,
scissored madly as she all galloped down the steep
hill.
It was summer in the Southern Hemisphere and the sun
beat down hot as she ran.
She shot out into the flat at the bottom of the hill,
tumbling on the long green grass, and picked herself up
and ran on.
She kicked up clouds of dust on the dirt road with her
cute cowgirl boots as Scout nipped at her behind.
"No biting, Scout. Unfair!" She ruffled the soft fur on
the nape of his neck as he galloped past.
Up the road she ran to the big farmhouse where she had
been born 13 years before.
Scout, barking madly, ran cirles around her all the way
until she fell laughing through the front door, where
he covered her face with big slurping kisses, licking
her red cheeks with his tongue.
No one was home.
"C'mon, Scout! Let's go to my room."
Up the stairs they flew with the pretty girl nearly
tripping and taking a tumble over the dog as he ran
between her legs.
Laughing, the girl and her dog exploded into her little
bedroom.
She slammed the door, kicked off her boots and fell
onto the bed.
The big collie sheep dog leapt up onto the bed and
jumped on her as her youthful body heaved and panted
with the exertion.
"Oh, down Scout! Stop that!" she giggled as her licked
her.
Candy Winston lay on her big soft feather bed in her
snug little room. Sunlight streamed through the
windowpanes and illuminated her taut, slender young
body as she kicked off her boots and skinned out of her
denim blue jeans.
Scout placed his long furry nose between her pink
thighs and sniffed at her frilly panties.
"Oh no, boy, stop! Not again!" she giggled.
Scout continued to sniff between her legs, and she let
him.
"Does it smell hot and sweaty there now, boy?" she
said, ruffling his fur.
Scout planted his cold wet nose right on the gusset of
her panties and gave her a warm lick with his long
tongue.
Candy giggled. "Oh, Scout! Does it smell good then?"
She looked to make sure the door was locked. No one was
home.
"All right then, Scout. Good doggie."
She grasped the elastic of her lacy panties and pulled
them down.
Wiggling out of them, she kicked the underpants aside
into a corner of the room.
Between her legs was the nut-brown thatch of curly hair
covering her pussy.
Before she could clamp her legs shut Scout was between
them, licking her crotch with his hot tongue.
She laughed and pretended to try to pull him away, but
he was too strong for her. She gave up and lay back to
enjoy being licked by her dog.
Scout slurped at her soft, silky cunt with his tongue.
His tongue was warm, strong and wet between her legs.
It felt nice. It had felt nice since the first time
Scout had discovered he liked licking his mistress
there.
"Good boy," she whispered, stroking him, as he licked
her cunt.
"Why grandma, what a nice big tongue you have!" she
said.
"The better to lick you with, my dear!" she answered
herself in a deep voice.
She opened her flannel shirt and Scout crawled up her
body to nuzzle her budding breasts. They were nothing
but puffy little hillocks tipped with pick rosettes,
yet.
She pulled her shirt off and the naked girl clasped the
eagerly panting dog in her arms.
"Good boy," she whispered. "Scout, do you want to try
it again?"
Grinning, she placed her hand down between his hind
legs and felt his big hanging dog bollocks. Then she
stroked her hand up to feel his penis.
Scout was aroused and the long pink tip of his dog
penis was sticking out of his sheath.
"Come on, let's try again," she whispered.
The naked girl lay in the warm sunlight on her soft
quilt and tried to persuade her dog to rub his penis
against her cunt.
"Cone on now, doesn't that feel nice?" she said.
She was trying unsuccessfully to press the dog's cock
into her vagina, when the door opened and Candy's
father strode into the room.
Candy was still trying to get the dog's cock into her
cunt when the shadow fell over her. She looked to the
left.
Candy gasped.
Her father was standing there, looking at her.
Candy was stark naked and Scout, her faithful collie
dog, was between her legs with his stiff doggie cock
sticking into her cunt.
Candy froze with fear. Scout, oblivious, had a huge
grin on his canine face as he licked his mistress's
little tits and humped his cock at her trying without
success to get inside her.
"Dad?" Candy gasped. "Omigod Scout get off me!" She
shoved the dog off the bed and he ran into the corner.
Candy shrunk back against the wall, frightened. She
tried to cover her breasts with her hands.
Her father took his belt off.
Candy trembled. So he was going to whip her with the
belt. Whip her until she bled, maybe until she was
dead.
What did they do to a girl who was caught having sex
with a dog?
"Oh, no Dad, no, please daddy..." she whimpered.
Jake Winston's big leather belt came off as she looked
at it with fear.
And then his pants came down.
Between her father's legs was a much bigger penis than
Scout had, and it was standing tall and erect.
"I can't ever forget what I just saw, honey. But...
wouldn't you rather have a man than a dog? Poor Scout
doesn't know what to do. If you want to get screwed,
well, I'd rather you let me do it, if you'll have me. I
can't punish you if I'm the one you're doing it with, I
guess."
"Oh, Dad," Candy sobbed with relief. "Do you want to do
it to me then?"
"I dunno what else to do with you, darlin'. I guess if
you can be a slut I can be a slut too."
Candy covered her face with her pillow and spread her
thighs wide.
Candy whimpered as his big log split her cunt. She
gasped as he filled her up with his engorged manhood.
She panted as he rode her, gently at first, then harder
and faster, fucking her at a gallop as they bounced on
the feather bed.
Candy's father fucked her for two hours, starting and
stopping as he came in her three times. Candy had her
first orgasm with a man as her father plowed her ripe
little cunt.
Scout watched from the corner with an envious eye as
the master of the household usurped his rightful place
between his mistress's legs.
After a while she started making noise and Scout howled
along with her.
"Be quiet, Scout!" Candy shouted.
Afterward Candy's dad told her that would be the first
and last time, and suggested that she get herself a
boyfriend from the village, since he had her mother to
think about.
"Now that you've done it I don't expect you to wait
until you're married to do it again. If you an' me did
it again it wouldn't be just once. But you can find
yourself a fella. I'll stand for it."
He paused in thought.
"There's a Christmas party at the church in town
tonight. You can sneak off with any boy that fancies
you. I'll cover for you with your mum."
Candy kissed her father.
"Merry Christmas, Dad."
"Merry Christmas, Candy."
______________________________________________________
New York City, Christmas Eve, 1942 --
The Angel of Death and the Spirit of Christmas stood on
the observation deck of a high building looking out
over the world.
"Look at them out there, slaughtering each other," said
the Angel of Death.
"They still want to live, for all that," the Spirit of
Christmas said.
"Why did you show me that man now, debauching his own
daughter?"
"Did you not see what was in his heart? When he took
his belt off he was going to beat the girl to death.
And then something changed him."
"The spirit of Christmas? The sound of church bells in
a distant steeple? Bah! He smelled his daughter's
pussy. Yes, that changed him. One good whiff and he
forgot everything but his lust."
"If he had beaten her he would not have stopped until
she was dead, and after killing her his remorse would
have been so great he would have killed himself."
"Suppose he had just turned his back and walked away?"
"Her shame at being caught by her father attempting
intercourse with a dog would have been so great that
she would have run away that very night, and gone to
the city. There she would have been unable to make her
way except as a prostitute, gradually becoming
alcoholic, riddled with disease, and going to an early
grave. She would never have seen her father again and
the thought of him would have haunted her."
"And so?"
"You said you would spare this world if I could prove
to you that mortals still choose life over death. Well,
there you have seen them-that young girl who gave
herself to a soldier, willingly, so that a piece of him
would live on even though he died in battle. Look how
happy she is now, as she feels the baby kicking in her
womb!"
"Bah. More cannon fodder for the Fatherland. What about
that women who gave herself to all the boys?"
"Look at her now, on the ship taking her and the boys
to Australia. See her there? She's terrified that
everyone on the ship will soon know her disgrace. She's
missed a period and she's fearful that she's pregnant,
and there is no way of telling which one of the boys is
the father. If what happened on the island ever becomes
known she may go to prison, and if she is pregnant, she
is doomed to the hard life of an unwed mother. How will
she tell her parents? What man will ever want to marry
her?
"Look! She's contemplating killing herself. All she
would have to do is throw herself over the rail of the
ship and it will all be over in a few minutes.
"She's made her choice. She's going to do it! She's
climbing up onto the rail! She's going to kill
herself!"
"I must go now, to her side," the Angel of Death spoke.
"Wait! Stop! Look what's happening now!"
John Abelson, ship's purser, had been trying to get up
his nerve to speak to the young woman ever since she
came on board.
She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen.
Now was his chance.
"Hey there," he said, running up to her side. "Don't
lean over the side like that. You might fall off!"
Her face was flushed and her eyes were wild.
"Oh, how stupid of me," she said.
He brushed a few stray wisps of hair out of her face.
"This wind out here on the deck-it's ruining your hair.
Why don't you come inside with me?"
"No thanks-I think I'll stay outside on the deck by
myself for a while. I've got something to think about."
Something raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck
as she sensed an unseen presence at her side. The
unseen presence seemed to be urging her to get rid of
the young man. Something tugged at her thoughts. She
needed to be alone to get a better look at the unseen
figure beside her. She could almost see it, out of the
corner of her eye.
"It's Christmas Eve," he said. "We're having a party in
the mess. Come join me, won't you? We have a gramophone
and we'll put on some dance records. There's eggnog,
and maybe a glass of champagne."
Eggnog! She hadn't had eggnog in years. After the
plain, repetitive diet they had had on the island it
sounded deliciously tempting.
She could taste it already.
"Only if you promise to dance with me," she said.
He was actually a very nice young man. She could
definitely go for him, she thought.
He took her arm and they went inside.
***
Merry Christmas and Season's Greetings to All-
Jenny Wanshel, December 24, End of the Millenium.
Jenny Wanshel chilly2@biosys.net [use this address only
for all correspondence]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 13