ANNA--A WARTIME TALE

The soldiers had arrived five weeks before, storming into our peaceful town in a haze of blood and terror. My father had already died in the war, two years before, so it was only my mother and I who remained when the occupation began. I had married briefly, but my husband also had died along with most of the men in this town, the war having stolen too many fathers, husbands, and sons. I remember that morning...

I had been in the cellar, washing, when the soldiers arrived at our home, kicking down the door. I hid down there and watched horrified as they grabbed my mother, ripping at her hair and dragging her screaming into our yard. I ran to the small cellar window and saw them.

They kicked at her, laughing as she tried to deflect their boots, her arms crossed over her face, her body rolled into a tight ball. They jumped on her like a pack of wild dogs, ripping her clothes off of her, grabbing her breasts brutally, as if to tear them from her. One man leaned forward and bit at her shoulder, his smiling mouth covered with my poor mother's blood.  Another leaned in with his cigar, burning circles into her thighs. They slapped her face, her screams cut short by each blow, the sounds as clear to me in that cellar as they would be outside. Then one by one, they raped her, forcefully shoving themselves into her, battering her over and over, until she was no longer even able to scream, but finally just lie there, limp.

I bit my lips until they bled.  It took all the strength I had not to run out and try to stop them. I knew if I did, they would only do the same to me. Finally, after all the men had used her in every way imaginable, one grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up, and sliced his knife cleanly through her neck.  I was happy for her, death had to be welcome after what they had done.

She was not alone, either. Most of the women had met the same fate.  Many the soldiers chose to keep alive, allowing them the hell of a slow death and nightmare existence, serving the soldiers sadistic whims.

I stayed in the cellar for two weeks, hiding, somehow over looked. I would sneak out a night, going upstairs to rummage for what food I could find, terrified every moment of discovery. Finally, I decided the only way to be safe was to escape. I packed up a small amount of food to take with me, and bundled up in my warmest clothes, heading off into the forest beyond the town. I would travel at night, sleeping in some hiding spot or another. I had no idea which way to go, I had no map, and so I just traveled on, walking through the night.

The first couple of days, I heard and saw not a soul:  the forest seemed to have swallowed up the whole of humanity. On the fourth day of my travels, however, I awoke to find myself not alone.

Standing over me was a man, a farmer by the looks of him, with big, beefy hands and a dark scowl on his face. I sat up in a rush, my eyes wide in panic. I stared up at him like a cornered animal. He reached out for me, holding a finger up to his lips, "Shhh." I jerked back from his touch, hitting his hand away.

 He grinned, grabbing my am and pulling me towards him, twisting it painfully behind my back, his other arm wrapping tightly around me. I struggled futilely, wriggling against his massive chest, crushed to it, as he just smiled at me. I leaned my head forward, sinking my teeth into his chest as hard as I could. He yelped, smashing one of those big hands against the side of my face, sending me spinning to the ground.

My ears rang and the world blurred before my eyes as I tried to lift myself off the ground.  A small trickle of blood leaked from the corner of my mouth. Looking up at him, I saw a look of cold hunger in his eyes as they traveled up my body. I turned to crawl away, and he jumped on me, knocking the air out of my lungs. One massive hand pressed against my cheek, smashing my face into the dirt, as his other hand ripped and pulled at my dress.

I gasped, crying out, "no.... Please," as his cock pressed against my crotch, it's heat shocking me. His thick wet tongue lapped up my neck and across my ear.  He thrust his hips up at me, prodding for any entrance to my body.

I sobbed, tears running freely, dust in my mouth, as with a grunt, his cock thrust into my pussy, it's width tearing at me, stretching me. I screamed out, the pain worse than any I had felt, and listen to my scream come back as it echoed through the forest. No one would hear me.

Growling at me, fueled by my pain, he thrust into me again, harder, deeper, arching his hips to stab into me fully. I twisted and squirmed under him, but his body held me pinned in place. Happy with my response, he sunk his teeth into my neck, biting through the flesh. I could barely breath.  The sobs and waves of pain tore through me as he fucked me faster, wildly, his teeth scraping and biting my neck and shoulders, his big hands squeezing and scratching me. With an animalistic yell, he came, his seed filling me.

He rolled off of me, a satisfied grin on his face. Released, I cannot move, the pain in my body having left me too weak, too demolished to try to escape. "Guess you'll have to stay with me," he said, "It just isn't safe for a girl on her own out here", he added, chuckling, pleased with his wit and his luck.

He pulled out some rope, tying my arms behind my back, and the end to a tree nearby, and wandered off, leaving me bound and plotting his death.