When we pushed into the village, we found the men had all fled except for a handful of old ones who guarded the school. They stood defiantly behind a barricade of desks and chairs that they had piled in a semicircle around the entrance.

We tried to persuade them to put down their arms -- which appeared to consist of a few old rifles and pistols -- but they refused. Harlit told me to take my squad and capture or kill them. He would take the main body and pursue the men of the village into the forest. He would leave a rear guard on the main road, and I was to join them again as soon as possible.

Hoping to avoid a fight and the possible loss of any of my men, I tried once again to convince the small band of old peasants to surrender. Peering around the corner of a weathered wood house, I shouted my promise that they would be allowed to leave safely if only they would leave their weapons behind. For my pains, I got shot at. The bullet smacked into the frame of the house, spraying splinters, two of which cut my cheek.

Turning to Wocznik, who carried the heavy machine gun, I told him to take them out, and sent the others to circle around to the left under Karel's command. While the medic was digging out the splinters and applying iodine, Wocznik quickly set up. Placing the machine gun on the tripod that Janusch carried for him, Woz poked the barrel around the corner and began to spray the barricade.

It was over in less than a minute. Those who were not cut down immediately were cowering under shelter when the rest of the squad stormed the barricade. I had joined Woz just at the last, firing my automatic rifle to help keep their heads down. Karel and the men charged in from the side, quickly jumped over the barricade and took out those remaining. I ran up as quickly as possible, but it was almost all over but the time I rejoined them. I saw Karel kick a gray-bearded man. When he grunted in pain, Karel dispatched him with a pistol bullet to the back of the head.

"Watch the door," I told Karel, then surveyed the bodies. There were nine of them, eight old men and one boy of perhaps 12. The men dragged them into a pile along the schoolhouse wall. We caught one more who was playing dead and improved his performance.

The school was made of gray brick and not large, perhaps 15 meters on each side. There was only one window on the nearest wall. As Wocznik and Janusch rejoined us with the machine gun, I sent two groups of two men each around the building in opposite directions with instructions to see that no one left from the back. I was pretty sure what we had inside.

Moving along the wall to the window, I put my hat on a stick and slowly raised it into view of anyone inside. Nothing happened. I "walked" it across the window and there was still no reaction. Cautiously, cocking my head to one side so as to expose as little of me as possible, I raised an eye to the window and looked in.

In the far corner, a group of women and girls was huddled together, arms around each other. I ducked and switched to the other side of the window, checking the other part of the room. I saw nothing but bare floor.

"I see about 20 women in the far corner, nothing else," I said to the six men who remained with me. "Karel, go in with Vlad. Be careful."

The two men took up positions on either side of the door. Cautiously, Karel reached out and tried the handle. Not surprisingly, it was locked.

"Stand back," I said, stepping back from the window and raising my automatic. I put three shots into the lock, and the door gave, swinging open a few inches. I moved back to my post at the window.

Vladimir poked the door open wider with the barrel of his rifle. There was no sound but the creak of the door hinge and a faint whimpering from inside. Karel signaled Vlad that he would go in low. He leaned his weapon against the side of the building and drew his pistol. Vladimir nodded and raised his rifle to his shoulder, pointing it into the open door.

With a sudden push, Karel dived through the doorway, rolled over and quickly twisted on his stomach to search the room. Then he stood up, his eyes on the group of women in the far corner, and waved us in.

We followed Karel into the room, weapons ready. While two of the men covered the cluster of women, I sent two others to check the restrooms and closet. I went to the far window and called over the two guards I had posted.

"It looks like we're going to have a special action," I said. "Post yourselves at opposite corners and keep watch. "I'll see you are relieved and get your turn."

There was a burst of noise behind me, coming from the girls bathroom. I started toward it, my automatic ready, but before I'd gone more than a couple of steps, I saw Skas emerge, dragging a young girl by the arm. Kasimir came out of the boys restroom and shook his head. I took the girl from Skas and shoved her toward the group in the far corner. While she joined them, Skas and Kasimir checked out the closet. It was full of jackets, boots and various other items, but no people.

For the first time, I inspected the huddled group of women. There were fourteen of them. Three were old women with white hair, one of whom was cradling the girl Skas had found in her arms. The others ranged from a child of perhaps six to a matron in her forties.

"Stand up," I ordered them. "Now!"

Slowly, the women rose to their feet. They remained in a cluster in the corner.

"Make a line," I commanded, pointing along the back wall. Reluctantly, they obeyed, gradually arranging themselves in a ragged line along the wall. The newly found girl remained in the arms of the old woman, turned away from us with her face buried in the woman's bosom.

I walked to the closest end of the line and began moving down it. I selected out the three oldest women and the youngest girls, dragging them out of line and shoving them toward the center of the room. I hesitated briefly at the middle-aged woman, then shrugged and left her in the line. When I reached the old woman with the child, I pulled them apart, pushing the woman toward the center and looking more closely at the girl. She was perhaps 13, but old enough for our purposes.

That left six still in line: the middle-aged woman, two younger women in their 20s, two teenage girls whose breasts showed they were clearly past puberty. and the young girl who had been hiding in the bathroom.

"Karel, Skas," I said, "take the others outside and set them free." Skas looked at me and nodded. He knew what I meant. "Come back as soon as you're done," I added.

Those who weren't guarding the remaining women herded the others outside. Through the window, I saw Karel line them up against the wall of the adjacent building. Some stood bravely, others wept. Then the rifle fire started, and they crumpled one after the other to the ground.

At the sound of weapons firing so soon after the group had left, the remainder started wailing, knowing what was happening outside. I waited for the noise to stop. The door opened and Karel and Skas rejoined us.

"Now," I said, addressing the women, "we are going to have our way with you. You can either cooperate or join your friends outside."

I fixed my gaze on the oldest of them, the middle- aged woman. She looked at me defiantly.

"Step out," I said. She did not move. I stepped to her quickly, grabbed a handful of hair, and dragged her out of the line. I let go and stepped back.

"Take your clothes off," I ordered. She stood motionless, her head bowed. "Don't make me angry. Take off your clothes." She raised her head, looking at me, but otherwise made no move.

I looked at Karel and Skas. "Take her out," I said.

They each grabbed an arm and dragged the woman to the door. As they neared it, Karel gave her a shove which sent her staggering through the open door frame. Seeing her silhouetted there, I raised my automatic in one smooth, quick motion and shot her in the back, blowing her out through the door. She collapsed in flight and landed in a crumpled heap.

"Make sure," I said to Skas. He stepped outside and kicked the woman savagely. When she didn't react, he used a foot to turn her over, looked at her, then stepped back through the door and closed it.

"Good shot," he said.

I turned back to the remaining five, who had been shocked into silence. They had drawn into a small group, arms around each other.

"Karel," I said, "you and I will stand guard. The rest of you, you know what to do."

There were five men, one for each female remaining. They stacked their weapons in a corner and advanced on the cowering group. Reaching into the cluster, the men grabbed at arms, pulling the group apart and dragging the women with them. Skas and Micha both had grabbed the same girl, who had been holding the youngest, one on either arm. For a moment, they glared at each other.

"Take the young one, Skas," I said. "She'll be good and tight." Skas looked at me, smiled evilly, and let go. He wrapped his arms around the little one and pushed her toward the corner.

Things moved very fast then. Not bothering with niceties, the men started ripping the clothing off their victims. There were cries and slaps. Soon, the women were being pushed to the floor.

Micha's victim was a pretty teenager with light brown hair. Before pushing her to her knees, Micha had ripped open the top of her green dress, exposing a well- developed bosom covered in a worn, gray bra. Forcing his hand into the front of one cup, Micha ripped it apart, too. It hung from one shoulder, revealing pale tits capped with rose areolas and slightly darker nipples. Putting a hand on each shoulder, Micha forced the girl to her knees, then pulled his pants open and fished out his tool.

"Suck it, bitch," he growled. He grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her face against his crotch, rubbing his cock against her face. Then he pulled back slightly and prodded her mouth with the head. "Open up, god damn it!" He dropped his hold with one hand, slapped her hard, then grabbed his prick and pushed it between her lips. They parted slowly, and Micha, pushing his hips and pulling her hair, stuffed about half his manhood into her mouth. Letting go of his cock, Micha grabbed her hair again.

"Now suck it, you cunt," he ordered harshly. "And watch your teeth! You know how to do it. Suck it good!" He began pumping his cock in and out of the young girl's mouth, pulling and pushing with his hands to set the tempo. After one push gagged the girl, she raised her hands in self-defense and wrapped them around Micha's prick to keep him from plunging too deeply into her throat. She was crying, eyes closed, while Skas fucked her mouth brutally.

A few feet away, Olic -- never very subtle or adventurous -- had simply thrown his captive onto her back, pushed her skirt up around her waist, torn off her undergarments, and started pushing his thick, peasant prick into her, pausing only to spit on his hand and anoint the head of his dick when he found her too dry to penetrate. His pimpled butt, still half covered by his green Army undershorts, bobbed up and down as he pumped in and out of her. Once he was well seated, he paused briefly to tear open the top of her dress, exposing a set of heavy breasts. Olic licked, sucked and bit at them as he fucked her.

Wocznik and Vladimir had taken a little more time with their two women -- one adult and the other teenage girl -- stripping them naked before pulling them down

onto the tattered remnants of their garments. Woz was on top of the older of the two, slowly stuffing his cock into her. His hands were under her knees, pushing them up almost to her shoulders and spreading them wide apart. The woman was crying as Wocznik forced the remainder of his prick up her cunt, but not as loudly as the young teenager that Vlad was attacking.

She had resisted his first effort to penetrate her, earning her a series of slaps. When she raised her hands to protect her face, Vlad had punched her viciously in the stomach, then opened his clothes and got into position while she struggled for breath.

"No, no!" she cried. "I've never done it. Please! Please don't! Oh, god, noooo!"

All this was useless. Vladimir pushed her legs apart roughly, applied saliva to his large, erect cock, and notched it in the opening of her pussy. Holding her down with one arm and guiding his dick with the other hand, Vlad forced his prick into her fuck channel in several violent shoves of his hips. The girl shrieked in pain as he battered into her virgin pussy, then fainted.

Skas was in the corner with the youngest girl and making slow progress. She was standing still, her back pressed into the corner, her arms crossed in protection over her chest which Skas had bared by tearing off her blouse and ripping her slip to her waist. There was not much for her small arms to cover, for her young breasts will little more than bulges. Her simple skirt was still around her waist, but Skas had pulled it up in front, baring her slim legs, to paw at her genitals. His hand was thrust between her legs, his fingers pushed through a leg hole of her cotton underpants and manipulating her pussy.

Skas was using his body to trap the girl in the corner. He pulled his hand out of her crotch and seized her thin panties, dragging them down her legs. Instinctively, the girl locked her knees, stopping their descent at mid-thigh. Skas let go of them and forced his hand back between her legs, clawing at her thigh when she resisted until pain made her relent and let his hand push inward again to fondle her pussy. Then, with one hand in her crotch and an arm around her neck, Skas simply picked the small girl up and threw her to the floor.

The girl banged her head hard when she fell and was momentarily stunned. Skas pushed her skirt up and ripped her panties down. Wedging his knees between her legs, he quickly opened his pants and pulled out his large, rock-hard prick. He fell forward on the girl, trapping her beneath him, and reached between them to grasp his erection and guide it toward her small, virgin pussy.

His hips jerked forward as Skas tried to drive himself into her, causing the young girl to shriek in pain and horror, but she was too small and he was too large to get in without lubrication. As the others had, he spit on his fingers several times and rubbed the knob of his cock, then renewed his efforts. With a violent shove forward, Skas managed to lodge his prick in the small girl's channel.

Her eyes bulged as she felt Skas' huge too wedge into her tight passage, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Skas pushed both of his hands under the girl's slim ass and pulled up, driving his cock into her. Finding her voice again, she screamed in agony as he forced his way past her maidenhead and into the depths of her belly.

Once he had buried himself in her, Skas began pumping in and out. Each downward shove evoked a cry from the girl as she felt her intimate part stretched violently by each repeated invasion. Skas glanced around the room, saw me looking at him, and grinned.

Meanwhile, Olic had quickly finished with his woman. I heard him grunt fiercely three times as he shot his spunk into her, slamming his hips down against her and grinding them around. He collapsed onto her for a few moments, then pulled out and rose to his knees between her legs. He used the woman's dress to wipe his cock and his hands, then staggered to his feet and fastened his clothes. He looked over at me.

"Take over for Karel," I said. Olic put out a hand for Karel's rifle and carried it to the corner where the others were stacked, retrieving his own. Then he walked to the window and looked out before turning to watch the room.

As soon as he handed over his weapon, Karel unbuckled his belt and walked over to Olic's recent victim. She lay there with her dress pushed up to her waist and torn panties still around one leg. Her dark pussy hair contrasted with the white flesh around it. The lips of her sex gaped open slightly, glistening with Olic's cum. She had one arm thrown over her eyes.

"Turn over, cunt," Karel said, prodding her with his foot. When she didn't move fast enough to suit him, he kicked her in the ribs. Groaning, the woman rolled onto her stomach. Karel reached down, grasped the collar of her dress, and ripped the tattered garment down her back. Another sharp pull tore it completely off her, leaving her naked except for the shredded panties around one knee and the torn bra that was still hooked in back but hung open in front where Olic had ripped it open. Her heavy breasts puffed out beside her arms.

Karel knelt behind her, forcing her legs apart. He pushed his pants and undershorts down around his knees, then grabbed the woman around the waist and pulled her up into a kneeling position. Grasping his prick with one hand, he fed his rampant erection into the well- lubricated channel that Olic had just abandoned, sliding his cock into her pussy in one forceful shove.

The woman groaned as he slammed his prick home several times. She lowered her head onto her arms, keeping her butt high.

"Move your ass, bitch," Karel said roughly. "Fuck me back. Come on. Twist around on my cock, god damn it."

The woman complied, rocking back and forth to meet Karel's plunging prick and rolling her hips in the age- old movement of sex. Her movements were mechanical rather than enthusiastic. Karel pumped into her a few more times, then pulled back and withdrew his cock.

"It's too loose in there," he said to no one in particular. "I hate being second."

Putting an arm under the woman's stomach and grasping his cum-slickened dick in the other hand, he raised his aim, centering the head on the woman's asshole.

"Oh, no, please," she whined, "not there. Please don't do it there. I'll be good to you, I promise. I'll do anything else. Please not there."

Karel ignored her pleas. With his cock made slippery by the Olic's cum and the juices from her cunt, he forced the head of it against the tight rosebud of her ass.

"Hold still, bitch, or you'll be sorry," he growled. "Maybe your ass will be tight enough for me." He snapped his hips forward and drove his cock into her asshole, getting in part way. The woman screamed and fell forward, leaving Karel holding his dick in his hand.

"God damn it!" he roared, dropping onto her back. The woman tried to crawl away, moving her arms and legs futilely against his weight. Karel lifted his butt slightly and re-centered his cock on the target, then shoved forward brutally, driving his prick up her ass.

"There, you cunt, how do you like that?" he snarled, slamming forward several times and forcing his cock all the way into her asshole. She screamed in pain as he tore his way into her.

"Aw, don't kid me," Karel said. "You love it. Isn't this the way all you peasants fuck? Like that. And that." He began fucking her ass hard and fast, driving into her repeatedly despite her cries.

Wocznik and Vladimir were watching Karel appreciatively.

"Way to go, Karel," Vlad called. "That's teaching them a lesson." He glanced at Wocznik and grinned. "Let's do him one better."

"What do you have in mind?" Woz asked.

"Let's do both of ours the same way -- at the same time," Vlad said. "Roll yours over on her side, facing me, and get in her from behind."

Grinning uncertainly, but certainly willing, Woz slid his cock out of the woman he was fucking and, by pushing a shoulder down and a hip up, rolled her onto her side. Then he lay down behind her and moved up close. His prick, shiny with lubrication from her pussy, stuck between her legs.

"No... no..." the woman moaned, but she made no move to avoid what she surely knew was going to happen. Behind her, Wocznik grabbed his cock in one hand and lifted the top cheek of the woman's ass with his other, revealing the slot of her crack and the tight circle of her anus. He moved forward and poked his prick between the woman's cheeks, guiding it to her asshole.

"Please, no..." the woman begged, then grunted in sudden pain as Woz began driving his cock up her butt. "Oh, god, nooooooo!" she cried. "Ow! Ow! Argggggh!"

Wocznik paid no attention to her cries. Once he had the head of his prick in her, he shifted his grip to her upper hip and pulled her back toward his invading cock. With the lubrication of her own pussy aiding the merciless shoves of Woz's dick, he soon drove it all the way up her butt.

"Ahhhhhh," he sighed, enjoying the woman's cries, "nice and tight. Now what?" He stroked slowly in and out of the woman's asshole. She whimpered each time he pushed into her.

"You'll see," said Vlad. By now his teenage victim, who had fainted at first, had regained consciousness. She lay beneath him, eyes glazed, while Vlad thrust in and out of her newly violated cunt.

"Time to learn some new tricks, girl," he said. He pushed back off of her, withdrawing his cock from her pussy. He looked down at himself, saw the streaks of blood on his prick, and crowed. "Hey, she really was a virgin. What do you know? Well, she's going to lose two virginities in one day!"

Remaining on his hands and knees, Vlad pushed and pulled at the girl to make her turn around the other way so that her head faced the feet of the older woman next to her. She remained limp as he adjusted her position so that her face was near the other woman's pussy and her own recently violated channel was only inches from the woman's face.

"Hey, bitch," Vlad said to the woman, poking her with a finger. "Eat this girl's cunt. Don't mind the blood." Putting a hand behind the teenager's ass, he pushed her forward until her bush brushed the woman's nose. "Come on, bitch. Get to it. I want to see your tongue in this little cunt's hole."

While Woz continued to stroke slowly in and out of the woman's asshole, watching the proceedings in front of him, Vlad pushed the two females together closer and closer, raising the younger girl's leg to open her pussy to the woman's mouth, dragging the woman's arm across the girl's hip and making her pull the girl to her, pressing the woman's face into the girl's reddened slot and the girl's hips toward the woman's face.

"Go on, god damn it," Vlad barked. "Lick it!" He grabbed a handful of the woman's hair and pulled sharply forward. Reluctantly, the woman extended her tongue and licked at the girl's pussy. "That's it. That's it. Go on. Eat her out, bitch. Enjoy it! It's not every day you get to lick a virgin's cunt just after she's had her first man."

Once he had the woman started, Vladimir turned his attention to the young teenager. He shifted around and began arranging them in the same way, lifting the woman's top leg upward to reveal her glistening pussy and pushing the girl's face toward it. Behind the woman's empty snatch, Woz's cock was sliding in and out of her ass.

"Now it's your turn, you little cunt," Vlad said. "Go on, do it! She's showing you how, you little bitch. Eat her cunt out. Go on!"

Hesitantly, the girl moved her head up between the woman's thighs. Her nose almost touched the woman's pussy, but she made no further move. Vlad put his hand on the back of her head and pressed her face into the wet slot before her.

"I said eat it, bitch. Get busy or I'll hurt you bad. You understand me? Lick her pussy, just like she's licking yours."

Eyes closed, the girl slowly extended her tongue, recoiling slightly when it touched the slick lips of her reluctant partner's slot. Then she pushed her tongue out again and slid it between the lips, licking from top to bottom.