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The Darker Side of Combat!	By : Krystal_Frame Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 2821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The people interrogating him didn't take long to resolve that Hanley wasn't going to crumble under normal conditions. They stripped him naked, bent him over a saw horse in the rough hewn stone barn, tied him down and used chains to try to beat something out of him. The wounds could be covered by his clothing and they could claim no knowledge of how they happened later.
Hanley lost consciousness fairly quickly, but none of the information they wanted came forth. They were running out of time. They had been trying psychological torture at the same time, promising Hanley that they knew where he lived, who his family members were, and that they could get him home safely to his loved ones if he would only cooperate.
Still nothing. And soon Hanley was so poorly that anything he might spill wasn't likely to be coherent or useful. They put Hanley in the hands of the farmer and his daughter, and ordered the two French citizens to bring him back to consciousness or else. Twenty-four hours later, the farmer claimed that he and his daughter could get information out of the American. They wouldn't say how. They only claimed they would need the family dog, and time alone in the barn.
The German lieutenant was desperate enough to try it. He posted guards around the outside of the barn and watched as the St. Bernard dog was guided into the barn. Hanley was lead in and tied according to the farmer's instructions. The lieutenant insisted on being present however. He told the farmer he wouldn't interfere unless there was some risk that his prize prisoner might die before proving useful.
The German officer watched as the farmer and his daughter stripped the American. He was on his hands and knees, his belly resting on a straw bale, hands and knees tied together with loops of rope that ran under the straw bale. But for the rope, the officer was naked. The man and daughter took strips of raw and rancid bacon and rubbed it over the American's loins and between his ass crack. The dog very quickly responded, moving in and licking up all the grease.
While the farmer continually applied the bacon, the daughter reached under the dog and began to stimulate the growth of an astonishingly large penis. It grew to almost a foot in length, and had a circumference of at least 10 cm at it's widest point. The German couldn't see the dog's knot but he assumed it to be huge.
The girl went under the belly of the dog and eagerly put her mouth to the task, slurping and licking voraciously until the animal was panting and whining. The farmer lubed the American's ass with a bit more of the grease, the girl guided the animal to put it's forepaws on the straw bale, and as if it had done this plenty of times before, the dog immediately plunged it's length into the American's ass.
The penetration brought the American to life. The German officer watched the man's head come up, his eyes wide as he screamed in agony. His back arched, his arms and legs bulging with veins and muscles as he desperately sought freedom from the piercing pain in his backside. The dog lowered it's maw, sunk it's teeth into the American's shoulder, and continued to pound violently into it's 'mate'.
The American shrieked, begging over and over again for mercy and an end to the humiliation and pain. The end came all too soon. The dog jammed it's hips into the American a few more times. As the German officer moved around behind the animal he could see that the male dog had indeed knotted. The dog dismounted, turned, but remained tied to the American, a blood red round shape bulging the sphincter muscle as the dog tried to pull away.
The farmer's daughter moved in, smearing her own loins with bacon and spreading her legs in front of the dog for her own pleasure, and to keep him where he was. The farmer watched, sporting a bulge of his own in his pants, his hands holding the dog by his collar. The German officer was given a nod and jolted out of his reverie, moving around to where the American could see him.
"You have been taken by a dog, Lieutenant." The German said. "A dog has made you his bitch. Would you rather a bull next time? A horse?"
The German officer caught a glance from the farmer and was instantly sickened at how eager the man looked at the idea. The girl moaned under the minstrations of the dog's eager toungue and her hips shifted. The dog pulled away from the lieutenant further stretching his ass and causing pain that stiffened the man's body. Sweat burst out over his face and his head sank.
"Tell us what we want to know, Lieutenant." The German prompted softly, eyeing the bite marks on the American's shoulder. "We will give you medicine and proper care." He added.
Another tug from the dog brought tears to Hanley's eyes and the German could see the wheels turning in his enemy's eyes. Then, all too soon, the dog's knot had reduced enough in size that Hanley could force it out of his ass. The dog came free and turned to lick the abused hole. The pain and tension seeped out of the American's body and the German officer knew that he had lost the traction he'd gained.
"You would like the bull or the horse?" The farmer eagerly asked. "The dog...he can go again!"
"Whatever you use...tell me when he is ready to talk." The German officer spat, not willing to watch anymore of the farmer's sick fantasies coming to fruition.
The farmer gave a few commands to his daughter. The German officer left one of his privates in the barn and returned to the main house. The private was told to intercede if anything the farmer did threatened the American's life or looked like the Frenchman might be trying to help him escape.
The daughter soon returned with a hoe, an axe handle and a small yoke that might have been bourne by a pair of oxen. The farmer wasted no time. He greased the end of the hoe handle with the bacon, then fed it into the American's leaking asshole, working it deeper and deeper into his innards with practiced strokes.
The girl reached under the American and began to patiently work at his dick, intent on bringing it to life. The German watched the girl with rapt fascination, gradually growing hard in his pants. The American, however, didn't seem interested. His face stretched and tightened against the pain as the farmer drove the rigid, long pole into his ass, but he had no other response.
Once the farmer seemed satisfied that the American could take the girth of the hoe, he greased up the axe handle. This was wider at the tip, and wider still further down the shaft. It was fed carefully into the American's ass, then driven deep into his gut. Each thrust as accompanied by a shriek of pain from the man, and the German private lurched forward and shouted for the farmer to stop.
"No. It will save his life. It will prepare him. He is only weak." The farmer tried to explain in broken English.
The private wasn't convinced, and when he caught sight of the ring of blood surrounding the point where the handle was penetrating the American, he knew he was right. He argued with the farmer, demanding the man stop at once. The farmer, intent on satisfying his most base desires, tried to distract the private from his duty. He offered to let the private sleep with his daughter, and the young man refused, until the girl had unbuttoned his pants, reached into his undewear and drawn out his dick. She was already stroking him when the private finally relented.
The young german and the french girl retreated to the hay loft after the private had admonished that if the American bled to death both the private and the farmer would be shot.
The farmer went back to what he had been doing, pumping the axe in and out of the american's ass until the man was no longer moaning, or resisting. He pulled the axe handle free and began to prepare the narrowest end of the yoke.
Above him in the loft he could hear his daughter giggling and moaning, and could hear the abrupt rutting sounds of a young man without self-control. The farmer began to shake his head and grumble to himself in his native language about young bucks, and their foolishness. He fed the narrowest end of the yoke into the American's ass. It was about the same size as a well-endowed man's penis, but very quickly widened to two times the thickness of the axe handle.
The American was barely conscious and responded willingly as the farmer forced more of the yoke into his widened and weeping asshole. His daughter joined him presently, and made a crude comment about how small the young German had been, before she went back to teasing and sucking on the American's dangling manhood.
The noises he was making began to sound like English. The word "please" "stop" and "help" came out over and over. The farmer occasionally shoved the yoke deep into the welcoming ass, knowing how a stallion could thrust, and these motions drew shrieks, and louder repetitions of the english words.
Soon he was panting, both from the incredible hardness in his loins, and from the repetitive pain in his ass, bowels and stomach. The farmer's daughter pointed at the bulge in the man's stomach anytime it appeared, and was vicious with her strokes, bringing the American nearly to climax multiple times before denying him.
When the farmer finally deemed the American to be ready he sent his daughter to prepare the stallion. The American made an effort to communicate. While the farmer was using a rag to clean out and lube up his hole the American asked, "Why are you doing this to me? I'm your ally."
"Americans dropped bombs on my farm. You dropped bombs on the house in the city where my wife and son were living and killed them. You are no ally of mine."
While the farmer was loosening the American's legs, and he and the young German soldier tied him instead to the stall where the horse would have better access, the American tried again. "The Germans are oppressing you. They take your goods and your land. They've taken your nationality and identity."
The farmer merely smiled at him and shook his head. To the French he was a stupid, dirty farmer, with desires that the prudish French saw as crude or sinful. Same with the high and mighty Americans. The Germans didn't care. Some of them enjoyed it. There was even a German word for what he was doing. He couldn't remember how to pronounce it exactly, but he knew it meant getting enjoyment out of the suffering of another.
He got more than enjoyment. Fulfillment.
His daughter brought the horse, and the farmer beamed with pride when he saw the long, hard member trembling under his belly. The farmer instructed the girl to get the German commander and she ran off giggling. The farmer guided the horse to mount, then tied a strap behind his legs that would prevent him from pulling away prematurely.
He then guided the giant dick from the American's back, to the prepared hole. The horse's dick wasn't fully flared yet, making it possible for it to enter without too much damage. The American stiffened, then screamed at the first four inches. He staggered, his legs and ass shaking with the pain, but the farmer slapped the American's loins, giving him greater pain to avoid, and the American backed slowly onto the hardening, thick probe, gagging at the feeling of pressure and pain in his loins, then in his bowels.
The horse began to thrust as the German commander arrived, astounded and horrified. The thrusts of the horse frequently took the American's feet off the ground. He was stabbed with pain throughout his abdomen, and his ass tore a little each time his weight left the ground.
The German commander looked to the farmer and was even more astonished to find him engaged completely in coitus with his daughter. The girl had her ass out, her hands up like the Americans, and the old man pounded into his own flesh and blood like she were a ten marq whore.
The commandant ordered the strap behind the horse to be cut, certain that the animal would only walk away once allowed to move freely. The farmer could not worn him in time. The moment the strap was gone, the horse went from short, controlled strokes, to wild pumping that forced the entire length of it's dong into the hapless American. His lungs and bowels were soon compromised and he was barely concious when the horse unleashed it's load.
The horse pulled away, it's flared tip now twice the size as before and pulling lumpy, red flesh out of the American's ass on the way out. A flood of grimy semen and blood and waste followed before the American collapsed in the stall and lay barely breathing, coughing up specks of blood.
Meanwhile the farmer and his daughter continued to rut noisely and the young private assigned to watch, looked like he would faint.
The commandent gave his orders sharply, in German, then left the barn. One of his men seperated the farmer from his daughter, dragged the man into the corner of the barn and shot him. The farmer's daughter was then tied at the wrists and brought into the house. The American was dragged into the house and a medic was called to do what he could for the man. The private who had allowed the farmer and his daughter to nearly kill the American was shot in the groin and gut, and allowed to bleed to death in full view of the rest of the compliment of men on the farm. An example.
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