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Twisted Fate
(Farlan)
Mckenna saw the first truck appear from around the bend in the road. Always on the alert, her survival instincts immediately kicked in and she dashed towards the barn and slid through the door. She was lucky to be so close ??" either Fate was being kind, or else it was playing some sick and twisted game; interpret it as you will given the evens that were to unfolded.
Looking through a gap in the barn's wooden wall, Mckenna confirmed her fears as the truck came into clear view. It was an army vehicle, carry troops ??" approaching from the east where a pocket of rebel forces had being holding out. She had been there with the rebels only a few days ago. Mckenna had witnessed their struggle, and sympathised with their cause, for she had also witnessed the barbarity of the occupying army who left only terror in its wake. There was a sense of doom hanging over the rebels ??" they were hideously outnumbered and their weaponry was inferior. But they were determined not to yield ??" dying was preferable to virtual enslavement ??" to be ruled by an oppressor who had treated them no better than serfs for countless generations.
As the occupying army closed in on the rebels, Mckenna had been taken out through the forest and brought to this farm. They wanted her to survive and bear testament to their plight ??" to inform the world of what was occurring in this God forsaken land where hope had been conqueror by despair. Her plan was to stay hidden at the farm until the fighting subsided then to make her way north where she would meet her contact. Relieved of her burden, Mckenna could then take flight ??" two months in this hell was more than enough, even for someone like Mckenna Miller.
The sound of boisterous voices came shortly after the sighting of the second open topped truck. Mckenna's stomach churned and she silently grieved for the rebel fighters she had left behind, whose certain defeat was echoed in that jubilant noise. A jeep followed the trucks and made up the rear of the small convoy ??" the main force was clearly being left behind to subdue any remnants of resistance.
Mckenna's grieving for the rebels was brief. Her senses were heightened and her focus sharpened as the tone of the soldiers in transit changed. The noise level increased as they started whooping and yelling, excitedly pointing towards the nearby field. They had spotted the farmer and his nineteen year old daughter, Jana, who were there mending a fence damaged by a stray shell. Mckenna watched helplessly as, at the farmer's bidding, the girl started running for the relative safety of the woods. The trucks came to a halt and some men gave chase. Other soldiers disembarked more leisurely, intent on a different sport ??" they headed towards the farmer who was knocked to the ground and gratuitously beaten to within an inch of his life. Mckenna felt sickened, she was powerless to intervene and aid these people who had shown her such kindness with the sanctuary they provided. All she could do was to hide and survive. That was her mission ??" to survive and reach her contact.
Praying that she hadn't been noticed, she climbed into the barn's loft where some hay was stored, and there she concealed herself.
Then she waited.
Her heart was thumping; her breathing was fast and shallow. Too much noise was being made ??" she had to calm herself down. She forced deep breaths, her brain, sharpened by the rush of adrenalin, compelling her to act. But that brain didn't compel her to hide deeper in the hay where Mckenna was less likely to be spotted. She ensured she had a view of the door and the barn below ??" she needed to see if anyone entered. She needed the adrenalin and the excitement that it brought, for this was the drug that Mckenna had always craved.
Mckenna Miller was a junkie for adventure ??" a Tom Boy girl who grew into a stunning looking woman ??" a woman who did not pamper to her natural beauty, and who no man had ever tamed. She was an enigma, even to herself; seeking out thrills in unorthodox ways ??" feeding her habit with unusual escapades. And now she was here in a war torn land that few other women would find exciting ??" the threat of dying ever present ??" danger always knocking on the door.
The door!
Mckenna's eyes burned it with her stare as from the other side she heard loud masculine voices and a pleading girlish cry. Then the barn door burst open, and Jana was dragged inside and tossed to the floor by two of the soldiers. Mckenna watched in horror as more men piled through the door, laughing and jeering, their intent all to clear. Thankfully they were too preoccupied with the sport the girl offered to check out the barn for any threat or opportunity - Mckenna remained undiscovered.
'Oh My God!' she thought; her emotions a cauldron of seething contradictions. She was going to bare witness to yet another horror ??" she was going to see a young woman violated by a gang of horny sex-starved soldiers.
It was too shocking, yet Mckenna stared at the barn below her with wide eyed fascination. This was her role after all ??" to see, to survive, and to report to the world. And she had seen so much ??" murder and destruction, the ravages of war; but usually the aftermath, rarely the event. And never so close! Like a fly on the wall! Never a r*pe!
Mckenna felt a surge of guilt, for there could be no denying her excitement at this incredible twist of fate. She was helpless ??" there was nothing she could do. Any attempt to stop it would certainly fail and only bring the same misfortune on her. And not only that, she would endanger her mission. The only thing that Mckenna could do was close her eyes and ears... or watch and listen.
It was too intriguing to pass up on. Even 'normal' people can have a fascination for the grotesque, like when driving past some scene of carnage on the road, most people feel compelled to look. For a thrill seeker like Mckenna this was an incredible opportunity which she could experience without reproof. This was her fate ??" to observe a violation of an innocent young girl - to watch on at close quarters, like she was almost part of it. This was as close as a woman could ever be, to the nightmare, or to the fantasy, however it may be viewed, without actually being the victim.
'God, how macabre!' she thought; shrugging off the guilt and accepting the situation. It was like she was there in the girl's place. Mckenna could taste Jana's fear; she could see the panic in her eyes which darted everywhere, seeking an escape.
There was none.
Emulating the girl, Mckenna scanned all around. She saw the soldiers, perhaps twelve in all, gather around in a circle, closing and constricting ??" faces leering, grubby hands rubbing their crotches and gesticulating their evil intent. Mckenna could smell the claustrophobia as the circle tightened. She could feel the hands which grabbed at Jana's clothing, and she felt the tears that ran down her pretty cheeks as she kept twisting and turning, valiantly fending the men off.
They baited her for several minutes, enjoying the torment and her obvious terror. Words were spoken, but Mckenna's grasp of the language was too poor to understand; she could guess though as to the nature. Jana was answering back between her hysterical sobbing; she was shaking her head ??" the fear of being violated even more powerful than the act. A sudden realisation hit Mckenna and a deeper poignancy was added to the scene ??" the girl was almost certainly a virgin. Some of the men were grinning and a debate was occurring. Had she told them this fact? Were they deciding who would be her first?
A man stepped forward and entered the circle and stood facing the trembling girl. He leered suggestively and unbuckled his belt. Jana took him unawares, showing more spirit than the soldier gave her credit for, and lunged at the man, her small, but farm-labour hardened fist, hitting him square on the jaw and sending him reeling backwards into the group.
The man roared out his anger and made to come forward again, but a big brutish soldier blocked his path ??" the opportunity to deflower her had obviously been lost. Mckenna watched as the big hulking man approached Jana with more caution, determined not to be outdone like his comrade. Jana appeared intimidated by his size; she cowered away from him and backed into some of the other soldiers. Hands pawed at her body and she quickly recoiled then with surprising speed for a man his size, the big brute sprung and grabbed Jana by her coat collar. She struggled but he was far too strong, and without need of assistance he tore the coat from her body, laughing and no doubt bragging about his prowess in conquering this teenage girl.
The soldiers didn't notice ??" they were too focused on the girl and the struggle that was going on ??" but from her hidden position Mckenna had better vantage. She also had a more acute sixth sense, realising the presence before it was actually revealed. She tore her eyes away and saw the barn door open and stared transfixed as another soldier walked through. He stood there surveying the scene of abuse, neither condoning nor rebuking. It was as if he was posing, giving Mckenna the chance to inspect him, though he could not possibly know she was there.
'Could he?' she wondered.
What a hideous twist to this fate if he did!
Mckenna looked at the new arrival with suspicious interest. He was dressed in a uniform that spoke of an officer, and its rather muddy condition implied he led from the front ??" clearly a man of action. And he was a big man ??" solid and sturdy, broadly built and over six feet in height. He looked older than the others who were mostly in their late teens and early twenties - Mckenna guessed him in the early thirties, but it was difficult to judge. He wore no cap, and his short black hair was matted down with the rain. His face looked mean and hard. Mckenna shivered as he threw a look in her direction and she could see his features fully - eyes so dark and lips so cruel, the black bristled chin so chiselled and strong. Then he looked to the side, his eyes scanning for the danger his men had assumed was not there. Mckenna almost betrayed herself as she drew in a gasp when she saw the angry scar that ran down his left cheek, ruining his perfect manliness, and adding another layer of raw fascination.
A murmur went around the circle as the new arrival's presence was eventually noted. His authority was confirmed when a parting was made without any signal or order, the circle breaking into a horse shoe, with Jana and her brutish molester in the centre and the officer at the top. Mckenna's eyes were fixed to the officer whose clear command needed no uniform for support. She watched as he surveyed the girl, as he looked Jana up and down like some piece of livestock he might buy. Then a smile crept across his face, adding to its cruelty rather than softening the stern countenance. A flick of his finger was all that was required for the brute to back off and leave Jana alone, looking even more helpless and vulnerable than when she was captured in the big soldier's hands.
The officer barked out a command; his voice so deep and brutal. Jana looked to him with pure terror in her eyes, she shook her head, she whimpered in fear; she clutched her trembling body with her arms, trying to protect what was already lost. Another yell from the officer made his threat complete. Mckenna shivered with infectious enthralment as Jana obeyed and stepped forward.
Once again Mckenna was there, joining the girl as she approached the officer. He had such weight of command, such virile authority, his will could not be denied. A hand reached out and lay over Jana's breast ??" it was not pawed at like the other soldiers had tried to do ??" it was placed there with surety and Jana accepted, snivelling like a child, tears flowing from her eyes.
A hand lay also on Mckenna's breast; up in the loft, under the hay, conveniently hidden and distanced from the threat. It was her own hand, unconsciously slipped there in questionable kindred support, for it was not tears than seeped from this woman's body to moisten her shivering skin. Oh no... Mckenna Miller was seeping elsewhere, shockingly aroused by what she was seeing, lost in the enigma that was her unconventional self.
Mckenna watched this new and more sinister twist to the assault with a disturbing degree of excitement. It was horrific, poor Jana was shaking, a quivering wreck as the man grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards him - yet Mckenna felt perversely aroused by the scene she witnessed. That arousal grew as the man started to speak. His accent was strong, and his voice was deep ??" it resounded with authority and raw masculinity that shook Mckenna to the core of her sex. The words meant nothing, but the sounds said it all ??" they spoke to Mckenna with the clarity of lust and the surety of exhilarating fulfilment.
Jana on the other hand, fluent in the language, and lacking the luxury of hidden voyeurism, interpreted the words rather differently. She started to struggle and tried to free herself of the man's grip on her wrists. The officer held her tightly though, and smiled his cruel smile, enjoying her distress and the look of terror on Jana's face as she desperately tried to escape his touch. Then tiring of her fight, he pulled back his free hand and slapped Jana hard across the left cheek, leaving an angry red print where the contact was made.
Jana flinched at the violation to her face. She froze for a moment then let out a scream, struggling again to get free. It was an instinctive reaction, but probably a mistake. The officer took it as his excuse to hit her again and again. Another slap with his flat hand to Jan's left cheek was followed by a backhand swipe across the right. Then much to Mckenna's shock, a fist was formed and the sadistic officer really struck out, landing blow after blow on Jana's once pretty face, turning it into a battered mass of bruises. By the end of her thrashing, with blood pouring from her nose and the corner of her mouth where her lip had been split, Jana had lost all fight. She had stopped screaming, and hung limp in the officer's arms. He slid his hand to her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his, checking that she was still conscious.
Mckenna vaguely noticed that the jeering had stopped. The soldiers stunned by the level of violence, frightened perhaps, but captivated as well, just like Mckenna in her hide out. Everyone was waiting for the man's next move; the tension hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of sex-hungry men, sweat and blood and virginal fear, and one woman's twisted arousal.
A command was barked out and a soldier approached from the audience. He held the girl upright, her arms pinned behind her. The officer took a step back then reached out to Jana's blouse; he ripped it open in a single downward tear to leave it hanging from her body. A knife came out from a sheath in his belt; Jana's bra was cut off to the cheers from the men; her teenage breasts were just visible to Mckenna ??" they looked heavy but beautifully pert; the dark pink nipples erect in the cold early winter air.
The officer came forward and capped the peaks of Jana's quivering breasts with his strong rough looking hands. Mckenna watched, totally absorbed, as he toyed with the young girl's flesh, unhurried in his approach. She sensed what he was doing; she could feel him catching the nipples between his fingers, pinching them soft as Jana let out a gasp, then harder, so that Jana yelped at the sudden pain. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, words that only Jana could hear. Mckenna shivered, guessing as to their lewdness, the promise of their suggestion, or the sureness of the question.
Gulping down the dryness in her mouth, Mckenna gazed with a distant envy as the officer stooped and caught a nipple in his mouth, squeezing Jana's breast with his hand so that all the tender flesh was taut against his lips. The action looked so tender after the violence that had preceded it, and Mckenna's core went hot as the officer sucked on Jana's tit, pulling her throbbing nipple into his mouth and releasing it again and again. Jana's other breast was still imprisoned in his other hand, her hard nipple poking out into the cold air of the barn until he turned to it and slid the warmth of his tongue against it, letting it feel the cold all the more as he went back to suck her other nipple again.
Then he straightened up until his eyes were level with Jana's.
Grinning, the officer spoke to Jana again. He spoke loudly so that all the men could hear. They laughed and jeered. Jana hung her head and cried. Mckenna itched to know what had been said.
Her curiosity was soon satisfied as the officer reached under Jana's skirt. He pushed his hand up to the top of her thighs and groped around her hidden sex. Jana gasped and cried in shame at this wanton violation, but she had no will to fight the officer off. Ashamedly, Mckenna wondered if she would resist either, even if she had the strength to defy him. In her twisted voyeurism, Mckenna could feel those rough fingers, digits thrusting in and out of her cunt, his thumb rubbing maddeningly on her sensitive engorged clit. Watching the scene, but not seeing the violation, Mckenna's cunt, her belly, her whole body was shuddering around those masculine fingers that were touching another woman. She was appalled at her arousal, even more so as she saw the tears pour down Jana's bloodied bruised face ??" the poor girl was so distraught, yet Mckenna was so excited.
After a few minutes of this delicious looking pleasuring, the officer removed his hand from underneath Jana's skirt and brought his glistening fingers up in front of her face, so that she, and all the men, could see the evidence of her arousal. The officer grinned and his men cheered; Jana sobbed like a child ??" her humiliation now absolute, but the officer wanted more. He barked out a command. Jana, looked appalled and jerked away, but a hard slap across her aching face brought her to heel. The command was repeated and the glistening fingers placed in front of Jana's mouth. Crying, the girl opened her mouth and took his fingers into it, gently lapping her tongue around his wet digits until she had licked them clean of her juices.
It was her surrender. The officer now had Jana at his will. Taking her chin in his hand, the man looked into her eyes and gave her another order. Mckenna watched as the defeated girl was released from all grips and then slowly removed the rest of her clothing. She started with the blouse, a tattered rag; then the bra, her boots and thick woollen socks. There was a moments hesitation before the skirt was removed then it fell in a puddle at Jana's bare feet. She looked pleading at the officer but his reply was a hard stare. In silence Jana slid down her panties and stood naked awaiting her fate.
Another command was given and Jana sank to the mud caked floor. The soldiers looked at her appraisingly, her teenage body bared and waiting; only the fur of her pubic hair offering some protection to their lewd and lusty stares. Jana lay motionless, paralysed by fear and dread. All around was activity; a dozen soldiers rubbing their crotches in anticipation of their turn. A few had even removed their cock and were stroking their member and waving it at Jana, letting her see what was in store, each man proud of the erection that was coming her way. But Jana's expression was blank; she appeared to have transcended, her mind turned comatose through the horror of her ordeal ??" its strategy an acceptance of the inevitable.
The officer didn't look amused by Jana's new found calmness. Ever drawn to his countenance, Mckenna noted the anger. He didn't want to fuck passive inert meat; he wanted her alive and screaming. Then a smirk passed his face as he removed his jacket and threw it at one of his men. Jana closed her eyes, refusing to look. Mckenna's pupils dilated as the officer pulled down his flies and brought out his cock, so long and thick, a beast of a prick, throbbing with blood, stiff and hard, dribbling from the eye. The men cheered when they saw their leader's impressive manhood, echoing the thoughts in Mckenna's mind ??" this would be no comfortable deflowering and easing the girl in ??" Jana was in for a hell of a first fucking that would stretch her virginal cunt to the limit, quite possibly tear it so that more than just maidenly blood would flow.
The officer kneeled down and grabbed her legs by the ankles. Jana flinched when he spread them but didn't try to resist. He slid over her until he was lying on top of her body with her legs splayed either side of him. He grabbed her wrists in one of his hands, holding them securely over her head. The free hand was slid to her jaw and gripped firmly and he dragged her closed eyes level with his. An order was given and Jana braved to look at him, more tears flowing at the hunger she saw.
Words were spoken, and some cheering was made. There appeared to be a difference of opinion amongst the soldiers as Jana defiantly shook her head. Whatever it was, she couldn't, or wouldn't, comply. With a grin the officer rebuked her ??" by God she would. Watching this from above, Mckenna wouldn't bet against him, for she could guess what he proposed ??" the only question as far as she was concerned was would he succeed with her as well, without even touching her, at least not in a physical way.
The officer released Jana's jaw as he slid his hand down her chest to stroke gently over her right breast, his rough fingertips slowly grazing her soft teenage flesh. Against her will the girl let out a moan and writhed against him. In no hurry take her, sure in the challenge he had clearly set, the violator circled his palm over Jana's breast before rolling the little bud between his finger and thumb. He moved his hand on to her other breast, and then leaned down to take her right nipple into his mouth, alternately sucking gently and then biting down on it slowly. All the while his hips were slowly moving, his shaft pressing down on Jana's virginal pussy lips, riding the length of her never fucked slit.
The combination of different sensations was starting to affect Jana, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly at the way the officer was touching her. He moved his mouth onto her other breast, and stroked his hand down over her stomach, stopping just at the top of her pubic hair. She jerked instinctively as he slid his hand over her abdomen, recoiling from the touch. Above her looking down, Mckenna let out her own moan, wishing that rough hand was caressing her flesh and not Jana's ??" that his mouth was on her tit and his cock was at her slit ??" that it was she, Mckenna Miller, not this poor wretch of a girl, who was held captive by the man, surrendered to his will, about to get fucked on the hard dirt floor with a dozen randy soldiers watching on. How sick and perverted was that ??" a twisted attraction indeed!
Mckenna body was trembling as she played out in her mind what was happening below but out of sight. In her mind, his hand was again touching Mckenna's cunt, stroking his fingertips around the edge of her outer lips. The very thought excited her so much, and she writhed against the loft floor in response. She played out the scene further in her lust fuelled imagination, she had him stroke the tip of one finger very lightly from the bottom of her opening up to her clitoris, and she writhed once again, wishing it was for real.
Down on the ground, that was pretty close to what was going on, and despite her horror, her fear and humiliation, Jana was groaning and writhing as well. Tears and sobs battled with her gasps as her abuser bombarded her with sensations that were so cruel with their unwelcome sensuousness. His fingers worked expertly around her sex and his mouth was a demon with a deftly tongue and blissfully agonising teeth. She bit her lip as he bit her tit, forcing the denial she had vowed. Her honour might be in ruins, but some vestige must be saved. She could not allow herself to act the whore and come for this despicable abuser.
But the officer would have his final humiliation. To the cheers of his men, which fortunately blocked out Mckenna's gasp of shock, the man lifted Jana's legs and slid his head down between her thighs. Her newly freed hands flew to his head, trying to stop him from doing what he intended. She tried her best to push him away, but he had an iron grip on her thighs, and she had no way of preventing him as he slid his tongue down onto her folds of her cunt.
Mckenna could scarcely believe her eyes, or that she had almost given herself away with the loud gasp she had allowed to escape. She gaped at the scene below her. Jana was still trying to push the officer off her, but then her hands flew to her sides and gripped at the floor; her fingers clawing at the hard caked mud.
God, what a moment that must have been for her! Mckenna could feel the tongue make contact with her sex ??" she was there, she was Jana, she was getting gloriously cunt licked. That evil bastard was lapping over her clit, twirling it roughly around his tongue, then sliding the tip of his tongue around the edge of her opening, probing and teasing her, driving her wild. She watched from above, and it was herself that she saw, like in some outer body experience. Was she dead? Was this heaven? That's how the tongue felt as it slid back to her clit and sucked on it hard before gently biting into the super-sensitive little lump.
"Ohhhh!"
In the barn two women moaned, one loudly in shame, one muffled in jealousy, as the officer abuser and master cunnilinguist, finally won them both over and brought them to mutual orgasm.
Them!
'Did he know?' Mckenna wondered again, as her voyeuristically inspired climax ripped through her body. 'No, that can't possibly be.'
Mckenna suddenly felt disgust ripping through her as well, battling with the sensuous bliss of her orgasm. She was disgusted that she wished that the officer did know; that his performance was for her and not Jana or the men. She was disgusted that she had come whilst watching a virgin's violation and took such twisted pleasure in the violence of the act.
'Did he know?'
Of course he didn't know ??" it was too perverse to even entertain such an idea.
The crowd certainly didn't know ??" they were aware of only one orgasm taking place in the barn and erupted into applause as Jana came. As her own shameful climax finally abated, Mckenna watched on as some money was exchanged ??" bets, stupidly wagered against the officer, being settled on the spot.
Amidst the crowd action, the officer pulled his face away; his lips smeared with a virgin's arousal. He grabbed Jana by the wrists and slid them back over her head, hooking her legs under his arm and pulling her wrists taut so that she couldn't easily move. Intent now on taking his own prize, he lined himself up against the girl so that his oozing glans was resting against her vaginal opening, then he slid his hand back up to her jaw to keep her eyes in line with his.
He pushed into her slowly; Mckenna watched, her lust again badgering her, as inch by inch the officer's potent big cock slid into Jana's cunt, spreading the lips painfully wide. Jana snivelled as she endured the entry then there was a yelp as her hymen popped. The officer grinned as he stole her virginity then he let out a deep groan as he stole more flesh, thrusting deeper and deeper. Jana cried as her honour was so emphatically taken, and Mckenna purred from above, so jealous of the girl who was now a woman. All around the men cheered, a little jealous as well, as the officer pushed further and further into Jana until his big heavy balls finally came to rest against the smoothness of her ass cheeks.
Then he fucked her.
This man of occasional consideration, who had entered her slowly and had earlier brought her to such a wonderful climax, was again replaced by the beast of a soldier, for whom killing and abuse were all in a days work.
He fucked her.
He fucked her hard as she hysterically wept. She hollered throughout the violent fornication. But her yells were no longer cries of shameful orgasm, they were again cries of pain and humiliation as her girlish cunt was viciously ploughed and then planted with an oppressor's seed.
He fucked her.
He fucked her relentlessly, slamming his big sturdy body into her naked teenage frame, grazing her skin as he shunted her along the ground, grinding her into the dirt.
He fucked her.
He fucked her and he came, spurting his spunk inside her.
Mckenna watched from above, tormented by an overpowering lust, as this beast of a man grunted out his climax; Mckenna's empty cunt pulsating around her juices, hungry for a cock that was feasting elsewhere. She watched, drooling, as he speared Jana's violated flesh for the final time, gushed inside her then pulled roughly out, his magnificent cock glistening with their bodily fluids ??" a mingling of whiteness, transparency and red. Mckenna watched as he wiped clean his softening organ and tucked it away in his uniform trousers. Mckenna watched as he turned away, not even gracing his victim with a sympathetic look or any acknowledgement of her existence.
He had fucked her and was done. As he reached the barn door he turned to his men and another order was barked out. Then after a glance to the loft that betrayed not a thing, this nemesis turned again and was gone.
'Did he know?'
If he did, then he had spared her, and that made no sense. Of course he didn't know.
But was she spared? Or was she being dealt another twisted blow?
The men descended and quickly took their turn, using Jana, front, back and top ??" her cunt, her ass and her mouth. They needed to be quick for there were twelve after all, and half an hour was all he had given.
Mckenna wasn't spared. It was the most horrific half hour of Mckenna Miller's life; pained as she was at the girl's dreadful suffering, as man after man, sometimes two or three at a time, filled Jana's orifices with cock then filled her with their seed. They used the girl like a slab of meat and Mckenna watched it all in abject misery, with a hideous guilt for the earlier pleasure she had taken from the initial violation, for the twisted attraction she had felt for a man of fearful violence.