The Brothel Batallion pt 1

They arrived early in the morning, just as Ms Nolan was handing out our math assignments. There was a deafening roar of engine noise from the schoolyard, followed by shouted commands and tramping feet in the hallway. The door to the classroom was kicked open by a large soldier who grinned as he saw the young, blonde teacher and the room full of teenagers. 

    He cocked his gun, spat on the floor and said: "Girls, follow me. Boys, you stay put. Don't move if you want to live."

    Our school was small, and after Ms Nolan and the ten girls in my class were taken away there were just five of us boys left.

    "Did you see that thing around his arm?" a classmate whispered.

    The black lace armband. The unofficial insignia of one of the most feared units in the occupation army. The Brothel Batallion, also known as the Rape Squad. They roamed the countryside, descending on small villages like ours like a swarm of locusts and leaving with the prettiest girls.

    I decided to take the risk, got up up and sneaked a peek out the window.

    "They're sending the young ones home," I said. "And taking the female teachers and older girls to the gym hall."

    Seconds later, a noise in the hallway made me scramble my desk. As I sat down, a soldier entered the room and ordered us to sit on the floor and shut up. He perched himself on top of a desk, machine gun in his lap, looking bored.

    A gunshot rang out from somewhere behind the school, then another one, followed by a salvo. I had never been so frightened in my life. The war had been going on for years, but we felt safe. We were far away from the front, nothing even remotely dangerous had happened for years. And now this.

    After about half an hour, another soldier appeared at the door. He pointed at two of the boys and barked: "You and you! Follow me!"

    They obeyed and disappeared. Another half hour passed, and the same soldier was back. Now he pointed at my friends to the left and right. They left, and I was alone with the bored soldier.

    I had a very bad feeling about what was happening to my classmates. I'd heard the shots, I could hear commands being shouted, cries of shock and pain in the distance. When it was my turn to be picked up, I had trouble getting to my feet. More dragged along than walking, I made my way across the schoolyard and into the gym hall. Before I entered the hall, I was told to strip off.

    Naked, with my hands in front of my dick, I was shoved through the doors and into the hall.

The smell was what got me first. The room reeked of cum, piss and sweat, and I immediately saw why. All around me, the girls in my class where naked and being raped. On their knees and backs, dicks in asses and mouths and cunts.

    I was pretty sure most of my classmates were virgins a few hours ago, now they'd had more partners than most women would in a lifetime. Some where sobbing loudly, most were quietly crying as big, rough men emptied theirs balls inside them. It was hard to keep my eyes off the action, as these were girls I had fantasized about for a year now. I had jerked off to most of them, and now they were all part of this huge, live-action porn movie.

    A sergeant waved me over. Unsteadily I walked across the hall, passing by Theresa, a girl I'd had a crush on for the last year. She was a buxom brunette, and I had often imagined kissing her, removing her top and fondling her firm tits. Now she was in a threesome, on top of one soldier, with another one in her ass and a third about to come in her mouth. Her hair was matted with cum, her body slick with the stuff.

    I suddenly felt my dick against my hands. Shit. I was getting hard. Seeing my sweet friend being brutally raped should not excite me. I knew it was wrong, but as I watched one of the soldiers come in her ass and pull out, I knew I was lost. The cum dribbling out her asshole, down her legs, her tight little ass all red from being grabbed and slapped.

    The sergeant who summoned me over pointed to the floor. On a rubber exercise mat there was a woman on her back. It took me a few seconds to recognize the bruised, cum-covered face. Ms Nolan!

    "Fuck her," he said. "Fuck her good, or she ends up like that bitch." He jerked his head in the direction of the far wall.

    Someone was dangling by a rope from the basketball net. Shit. It was Mrs Smith, the headmistress. Naked and bruised, neck stretched, face blue and head at a strange angle.

    I caught myself thinking that she actually looked much better than I had imagined. She always wore bulky clothes, now her large tits and wide hips made me long for...

    The soldier laughed. "So you like her too?"

    In vain, I tried to protest. But my dick betrayed me. I couldn't help it. I found the whole scene a huge turn on.

    "So," he said. "Fuck the whore on the floor. Now!"

    I got down on my knees. Ms Nolan did not look at me, instead her eyes stared at the ceiling, glazed. She was a broken woman, and showed it by spreading her legs for me without being asked. She knew her place, and my dick responded by jerking up even higher.

    Her cunt was like a red flower, open, inviting and dripping with grey goo. As I lowered myself between her cum-drenched thighs, and I slid into her without resistance.

    Her warm, tight wetness embraced my cock, and I let out a moan of joy. I knew I would come fast, I was too excited and unable to control myself. My hands grabbed her big, soft tits. I had dreamed of them so often, fantasized about how it would feel to touch them, and now they were mine.

    I thrust hard and fast, grunting and panting, until I felt my orgasm rising like I wave and I let myself be carried away. Several days' worth of cum spurted into her, I pushed myself as deep as I could in an instinctive bid to make sure my sperm reached her cervix.

    Then, as my ecstasy ebbed, I felt myself shrink inside her. As I pulled out, some of my cum followed and trickled down the crack between her butt cheeks. I had never felt so happy in my life.

    "Was that your first one?" the soldier asked.

    I nodded as I got up.

    "Now you've done gone and destroyed sex for the rest of your life," he laughed. "You've tasted the best stuff, and nothing else will ever feel as good."

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "Rape, my boy," he said. "Now you know you can have every girl you desire, whenever. Just take her down and fuck her."

    Then it hit me. I was a rapist. I had raped my teacher, in front of my classmates!

    "God," I said. "No, no..."

    "That's just your post-coital downer talking," he said. "In the beginning, you feel sympathy for the girl just after you've come. Give it ten minutes, tops, and you'll be hard again and ready to rape anyone in this room."

    I shook my head. "No way," I said. "Can I go home now, please? Like the other boys?"

    The sergeant smiled and lit a cigarette. "You smoke?"

    I shook my head. "The other boys..."

    "The other boys couldn't get it up," he said. "Two of them broke down and cried when they saw what was happening here, one puked and fainted. You, on the other hand..." He imitated an erection with his finger.

    I shut up, not knowing what to say next. As I looked at the massive gang rape taking place before me, with soldiers lining up around my classmates, I realized that I was getting aroused again.

    "OK," I said. "I admit it. This... shit... turns me on. And now everyone in my village knows it and will they will hate me forever. Damn! My life is over!"

    The sergeant looked at me, quizzically. Then he barked an order to two privates, and I watched as they hauled Ms Nolan to her feet. A rope had been slung across a beam in the roof, a noose at one end.

    One of the soldiers pulled the noose tight around Ms Nolan's neck and the other one pulled the end of the rope, forcing her to stand on the tip of her toes. That seemed to wake her up. Her hands moved up to her neck, as she tried in vain to loosen the rope. Then the tears came, and the begging for mercy.

    It was so weird to see my teacher like this, to hear that familiar voice say things like "don't kill me, I will fuck every guy here if you let me live, I'll suck your dick". It was more than weird, I discovered to my horror. It was totally hot. I was hard again, and each sob, each pathetic plea, made me harder.

    The sergeant knew, of course. He'd seen it before. Hell, he felt the same right now, probably!

    "So," he said. "You know what happens next. The girls come with us, there's a base brothel a couple of days' drive that needs restocking. The old hag hanging over there we'll leave as a warning to the village. She tried to stop us, this is what happens. Now this one - "

    He looked at ms Nolan. "This one, I will leave up to you."

    "What - me?" I stammered.

    "It's very simple," the sergeant said. "If you tell us to spare her, we will. If you say hang her, she dies."

    I just stared at him, slack-jawed.

    "You decide," he repeated. "But here's some advice. You have two heads. The upper one is now telling you do to the right thing and let her go. The lower one is telling you that you want to get rid of the girl you raped, and also you want to see her swing. If you let her go, she will tell the village about what happened here, and what you did. If you let her die, you get a hell of a show. It's up to you.

    Ms Nolan looked at me. "Please," she gurgled. "I won't tell them about this. I'll suck your cock, please don't -"

    "Hang her," I said.

The two soldiers pulled the other end of the rope, and her feet left the ground. Ms Nolan immediately started to panic, thrashing and kicking. All she accomplished was to give us a macabre and strangely exciting show. Her tits were dancing, her blonde hair was flailing.

    As she twisted she kicked up while facing me, spreading her legs and exposing her red, gaping cunt was exposed. Cum was flying everywhere, spattering the floor. I realized that some of it was mine, that I was her last sex partner. And that just made me so - yep, there I was again. Hard, and getting harder.

    After struggling for a minute, her body went limp, twitching and slowly rotating under the creaking rope. Then she pissed herself, a yellow flow gushing out between her swollen pussy lips.

    I walked up to the slowly rotating body and stopped it with my hand. Ms Nolan's feet were just a couple of inches over the floor, and I was looking straight at her face. The bloodshot eyes stared blankly at me, cum and saliva was dripping from the gaping mouth.

    "I'm going to show you a trick." The sergeant was next to me, brandishing a hunting knife. "The one sure-fire way you find out a girl is dead, is to do this."

    With his left hand he grabbed Ms Nolan's breast, with his right he made a deep cut underneath the flesh and sliced with an upward motion. In seconds, he had detached her tit and handed it to me. I had heard rumors of this happening, now I saw him repeat the process on her other breast before getting down on his knees and slicing away between her legs.

    In my left hand was one of her tits, my right hand held the other and now the sergeant draped the bloody ring of meat that consisted of her labia and clit, over my still stiff member. He pulled out his phone and took a pictures of me beside the mutilated body of my high school teacher.

    "Just a couple more things, and we are finished," he said. "First, fuck her in the ass. Now."

    I handed over his trophies and got behind Ms Nolan. Her ass was well lubricated by the many soldiers who had raped her, and moving her hanging body was easy. Her ass was even tighter than her cunt had been, and I could not keep myself from moaning as I rammed her passionately.

    Yes, I knew that this made me a necrophiliac as well as a rapist, but I followed the advice of the sergeant and listened to my lower head. My dick loved this, and I realized as I came inside Ms Nolan that he was right. There was no turning back from this.

I pulled out and smiled as my seed dripped onto the floor. The girls were being marched out of the gym hall and loaded onto the waiting trucks. They were still naked, each and every one broken and crying. I had not had the chance to fuck any of my old classmates, but I knew someone who could help me with that.

    Walking over to the sergeant I said: "So, what was the other thing you wanted me to do?"

    He grinned and handed me his knife. "Collect trophies from that one," he said.

    "You mean, cut...?" I said. He nodded.

My hands were trembling as I took hold of the right breast of the headmistress whose office I had been in just the day before. She was much older than Ms Nolan, and her tits were soft and saggy. Closing my eyes, I pulled the jiggly tit-meat out as far as it would go and sliced hard and fast. Most of it came away and stared at the gaping red circle on her chest, then at the soft glob in my hand. I put it on the floor and went to work on the second one, this time the debreasting was complete.

    I struggled a bit with her cunt, and was unable to slice off a full circle. Instead I looked down at her clit and upper vulva, fascinated by how small it was. The sergeant was by my side again.

    "Very impressive for a first timer," he said.

    "Thanks," I said. "But what do I do now? Are you going to...?"

    He slapped my back. "Relax! In fact, you now have another decision to make. We came here for two reasons: To find whores, and to recruit new recruits for our battalion. I've been looking for guys who have a high sex drive, no respect for girls, no remorse and are well hung. You fit the bill perfectly. So I'm going to offer you a job: Join us in the Brothel Battalion, or stay here. It's up to you."

    "That's a no brainer," I said. "Just one thing: Do I have time for a quickie? I've always wanted to fuck a headmistress in the ass!"

    "Of course," he answered. "Where we are going, you'll never have to ask that question again."