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Filename: wendri19.txt
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story_codes: Men/little girls, MMM+/gggg(11-8), gang bang, rape

story_intro: A quartet of young schoolgirls boards a train and finds their car filling with soldiers of an occupying army. After being barred from exiting at their stop, they learn some very intimate truths at how deep an occupation can go.


story_language: English




Wendria: Story 19 - The Long Ride

Written by madvlad


	"Greeny Meanies," hissed Jazmin.

	"Hush!" admonished Ester. "You know that all of them here are trained to know our language."

	Jazmin made a face but remained silent as she followed her older sister and the others onto the train platform. More than a dozen Grynnocan soldiers were there in their forest-green uniforms. Of course, Grynnocan soldiers were everywhere in Adjian these days.

	Shedi cleared her throat in a way she often did when she was annoyed. Ester gave her friend a glance but the other girl's face was a frozen mask. While no happier about the soldiers' presence than her friends and her sister, Ester was careful not to give any indication of that. True, she was only eleven years old like her two friends here, she had heard stories of entire families being rounded off and sent...somewhere. Even eight year old Jazmin would not be safe.

	Parisa gave Jazmin a smile and offered her hand which the younger girl took. Ester silently thanked her friend who was always the gentle one and the peace maker. As it often was, Parisa's dark hair was carefully arranged and decorated with ribbons. It was a labor of love from her mother most mornings.

	"Fucking 'jannies," a Grynnocan corporal muttered within earshot of the girls. "Can't tell 'em apart. Shows what happens when the men fuck nothing but goats for a generation."

	The soldiers with him laughed and Ester felt her ears grow hot. She worriedly turned to make sure that Jazmin didn't respond. Her little sister had her face buried against Parisa's side while the older girl patted her hair. Shedi cleared her throat again but went no further.

	The people of Adjian were mostly olive-skinned with dark hair and eyes. But they certainly did not look alike. Ester recalled the group of horticulturists from Languedoc who visited a year ago. She had been one of forty children from her school that got to spend a week with the visitors in a learning camp. The Languedocans were, to use the Old Home term, of European stock but they had no trouble in discerning which pupil was which. 

	Grynnocans were also of European ancestry and the soldiers' oft-heard jibes about the appearance of Adjianis was just meant to be rude. But there was nothing to be done since the annexation six months earlier. The agreement between the governments of Adjian and Grynnoc had been sudden and surprising to most. Later, Ester overheard quiet conversations among adults describing how the Grynnocan "diplomatic" group had been accompanied by a fleet of warships including eight of the heavy Leviathan class. The meaning was clear; the fleet could remain passive during an annexation or be not so quiet if "negotiations" failed.

	Adjian was north of Wendria's equator and had maintained peaceful if somewhat guarded relations with the nations of the Trinity Seas Accord farther to the north. Grynnoc made a lot of noise to the south but no one in Adjian paid them much attention. That was until the fleet arrived. 

	Despite all of the official speeches about Adjian being a willing and welcome part of the Greater Grynnocan Hegemony, things changed. Her parents now spoke more quietly when discussing events of the day. Perhaps a third of the teachers at Ester's school were replaced by ones who referenced Grynnoc in more glowing terms on a regular basis. There were more Adjiani policemen about; not the stern yet polite ones that Ester had been used to but ones who looked like the sort that had been hanging out in gambling dens and other seedy places before the Grynnocan soldiers arrived.

	And then there were those soldiers. 

	Everywhere.

	Adjian may not have been conquered but the soldiers behaved as though the Adjiani citizens were indeed vanquished. Perhaps, Ester thought bitterly, they were. She had never seen a drunkard before but now she saw them regularly with their uniform tunics stained and unbuttoned. Even sober, there was only a rare exception to the soldiers - officers and enlisted - who treated any local with courtesy. Disciplinary action for any abuse toward an Adjiani was poorly enforced even when charges were filed and not summarily dismissed by the person receiving them.

	Hearing the approaching chuffs, Ester turned to see with a relief the train approaching. She and Shedi and Parisa took the train to school further in the city. This school year, she was deemed old enough and responsible enough to take Jazmin with her. It was something of an honor to be entrusted with her younger sibling and Jazmin, her justifiable comments toward the soldiers aside, usually behaved well. 

	"When the fuck are we gonna get the electrics here?" a major sneered as the steam train approached.

	Most Adjiani trains used the azurine crystal as a heat source to make steam for the engines. Engines using azurine-generated electricity were faster but also more costly. Adjianis enjoyed taking in the sights while traveling, even during a daily commute but the Grynnocans were always in a hurry to get somewhere else. (Probably so they could stomp on something there, Ester thought unkindly.)

	The train's route would continue on past the school and out of the city to the Ecbatana Cooperative Forces base, a former Adjiani military base that was renamed to reflect Grynnoc's "benevolent" presence. In short order, it was now staffed by Grynnocans except for Adjianis in lower level positions such as food service and janitorial work. 

	By now, Ester and the others were used to seeing soldiers on their train. After they boarded this time, a group of five more soldiers hurriedly rushed in behind them, jostling other passengers. There was only standing room left and the girls took a few hurried steps to the middle of the car.

	As the train slowly accelerated from the station, Ester saw the major who had commented on the trains leering down at Shedi. Shedi looked as if she was about to clear her throat again but instead kept her focus on a rail support nearby. Ester pursed her lips. The pig in a soldier's uniform was staring at Shedi's chest although it would be a few more years before she or Parisa or Ester would have anything womanly grow there. Jazmin, of course, was even farther behind.

	Fortunately, the girls were dressed modestly for school. The typical schoolgirl attire was a darker-hued, calf-length dress with a brighter, often patterned sleeveless smock worn on the outside that nearly reached the hem of the dress. "Pervert" was another word - usually whispered - that Ester had heard used to describe the unwanted company. 

	At subsequent stops, the soldiers standing by the door would move to let other passengers out but then would block it again to prevent anyone from getting on board unless they were in Grynnocan uniform. Ester was both intimidated and angry about being intimidated by the men's size and growing number. 

	When their stop came, they were the only civilians left in the car. The girls stepped to the door but the soldiers refused to move for them. 

	"Please, sir," Ester politely requested. "We need to get off."

	The soldiers smirked but would not let them pass. Jazmin started to cry at their cruel trick and at the next stop, the soldiers did move. But when Ester started to leave, she was shoved back against her companions. All four girls stumbled backward as a few more soldiers entered the car. Then the original soldiers resumed their station to bar anyone from leaving.

	This was repeated at the subsequent stops. Parisa comforted Jazmin enough to quiet the younger girl's sobs but Ester could see the concern on her friend's face. There was but one more stop in the city before the train began a four-hour-long trek to the base. 

	"Please sir," Ester repeated tightly. "Our school is the other way and we need to get off here so we can turn back."

	"Oh, school," one of them acknowledged with a nod. "School's important."

	Their display of power over, he and the others shuffled away from the door as the train slowed at the next station. When the doors opened, more soldiers were waiting and entered the car with no regard of anyone trying to leave. The girls then filed around the new passengers to leave but were grabbed and held.

	The door slid shut and it seemed to cut off all air as it clunked against the frame of the car. Ester tried to say something but the soldier who had spoken before interrupted her effort.

	"You're school's about to start, cunt."

	Ester could hear the cries of alarm coming from the others but had her own predicament to frighten her as she was lifted and held horizontally while a large combat knife was dangled over her face.

	"Hold real still, girlie, or you're gonna get yourself cut."

	Ester's smock was cut away and then strong hands grabbed at the top of her dress and pulled it open for a few inches, sending buttons scattering. The knife worked again, cutting through the stitching where the buttons had stopped. Then the hands returned, ripping the rest of the way down so that her dress hung below her. 

	Grinning, the man traced the tip of his knife over the flatness of her chest and circled trembling preteen's light brown nipples. Ester went absolutely still, her dark eyes following the blade as it threatened but did not break the skin. The man poked one nipple, now stiff from the girl's fear with the knife.

	"One day, you'll grow something for us there, won't you girlie? Those little nubs are fun to play with."

	Then he laid the knife flat on her taut belly with the point facing her crotch. Slowly, he slid it until it reached the waistband of her underpants. Rocking the knife from side to side, he eased it under the elastic material and went in so that the cold metal caressed the sixth grader's smooth vulva. 

	He had been slow and careful as he played the knife over the schoolgirl's body but now he jerked it up, slicing the panties pen in the front. A few tugs removed the rest of the ruined garment and Ester wriggled as her nakedness was exposed to the other men.

	"Hey!" another man laughed. "Do you think this one will be able to clear her throat now?"

	Others guffawed and Ester got a horrified glimpse of Shedi. Her friend was naked and several hands were lewdly exploring her body while another man forced his erection into her mouth. Now muffled, Shedi wept silently and then jerked as the man shoved further in. She tried to gag but could not expel the dick that powered its way in to her throat.

	Men shifted and the horrible sight was gone as the man with the knife stepped away from her and threw a casual salute. 

	"All yours, sir."

	The major from the train station nodded to him and gestured to the others. Ester's legs were yanked apart so hard that she though they would break. Then the major spat on his fingers and rubbed them into her cleft. Ester cried, which only served to amuse the men more. 

	"If you can't stand a little spit, how will you take this?" the major chuckled as he produced his hard-on. 

	With his soldiers holding the squirming school girl, he pushed his prick against the smooth folds of her unsullied sex. Then with a hard shove, he lanced through her membrane, earning more screams from the girl as he brutally ended her virginity. 

	"They're so tight when they're still hairless," the major announced as he slammed his meat into the unwillingly opening tunnel of the eleven year-old's snatch. 

	Ester was raped with thrusts that stretched her prepubescent twat and punished her cervix. Her smallness made her cunny hug the invading meat while the man repeatedly burrowed inside her hot young body. Red drops of the schoolgirl's sundered virginity dripped to the car floor where it was smeared unnoticed by dirty boots. Jerking rapidly, the major came, fouling the girl's uterus with the first of the jism she was to take.

	Withdrawing, he picked up part of Ester's torn smock and wiped his bloodied penis with it.

	"Who says that officers are unwilling to do the wet work?" he joked.

	More men used her, rutting between the youngster's open thighs. Ester's bruised pussy was saturated with cum which allowed the men to pound her even harder. The girl's existence became a series of hard thrusts of thick cock in her clinging channel and the further defilement of hot slime pouring into her most intimate place. 

	After a number of men had used her, she was dropped to the floor only to be lifted by her head until she was on her knees and facing another erection. Like Shedi had first done (had she been able to think, Ester would have realized that her friend was undoubtedly violated between her legs now), Ester learned the taste of a cruel master and under threats managed to use her lips and tongue until the man erupted in her mouth.

	Retching, she keeled over and choked the man's semen out of her mouth. A man knelt behind her and fingered her snatch as if to clean it. She didn't understand his real intend until he put his cum-smeared dick into her ass crack. Strong hands took her by the hips and she was yanked backward as the man hunched forward. The taste in Ester's mouth was forgotten as something hard wrenched her anus open.

	Ester shook her head. Surely he didn't mean to go in there. That would be too much. He was only teasing and...

	Hoarsely, she screamed as her rectum was forcibly expanded and drilled. Lubed from the foul mixture in her raped pussy, the man's sodomizing cock broke the eleven year-old's ass in. Her orifice stung from the rasping thrusts and her soft, warm interior flexed around the cock that churned it until another load of goo was spewed into her. 

	She was kept in place as another man buggered her. Something caught her eye and there among the huge, muscular men was the slim, nude figure of Parisa. Her hair was a tangled mess and one of the ribbons had been used to bind her wrists together over a hand rail mounted on the ceiling. Suspended from the rail, she was being held from behind as a soldier plumbed her petite bottom while her wounded pussy leaked bloody semen from its hairless slit. 

	Another solider stepped in front of Parisa and Ester saw in profile as the man's cock squeezed into her friend. It seemed impossible but two grown men were pounding the little eleven year-old's fragile body in two holes at once. They panted and swore as they punished the tight, cum-lubed tunnels of her ass and cunt. When Parisa's head lolled to face Ester, her eyes were blank as her mind had shut down. Ester could see this and, wincing as the man inside of her pushed even deeper into her innards, felt a stab of gratefulness that her friend had found some kind of refuge.

	Had she counted the number of times the men entering her body had polluted her, Ester would have gone mad. They kept her on all fours, using either of her lower places at whim. She hadn't dared to think of Jazmin until she heard someone to the side remark how good the little one felt on his dick.

	Ester looked to find her baby sister just as naked as she was being held horizontally between two men, belly down. She couldn't see Jazmin's face beyond the bottom of her chin as a man was sliding in and out of her mouth. No, it was farther than that as she could see the third grader's throat flexing from the intrusion inside. 

	Jazmin's legs were held open by the man behind her but her cunny was unfilled at the moment. But Ester could see the white smears tinged with red on the smooth skin of her baby sister's inner thighs and chubby pussy. The tiny round labia were closed again but with lewd stickiness between them. When Ester was brought to her feet to be used in a new position she could see the eight year-old's bubbly little rump spread by the turgid prick boring into her ass. 

	Ester was rocked into slightly more consciousness as the train halted. The soldiers casually disembarked and she could see some orderly arranged structures of the base in the background. She was still naked and could feel semen dripping from her sphincter which was taking a while to seal. More spunk oozed from her cunny and she felt the odd need to hide it with her hand so she wouldn't look...what? Wrong?

	Everything was wrong.

	Parisa was lying limply on one of the car's benches, her eyes still dead to the world but her chest slowly moved with breath and Ester could see bite marks around one undeveloped nipple. Shedi was sitting upright with her back against the wall, silently mouthing words with no sound. Jazmin was unconscious with her head turned away from Ester, her little form bruised where she had been cruelly held and sticky in several places. One small buttock showed a drying trickle of blood where one overly zealous soldier had sodomized her a bit too hard. 

	As if there was any proper amount of force to use on a little girl.

	One soldier, a different one stepped into the car and gaped. He was young and his scalp was pink under his close-cut hair. With ears that stuck out and his mouth hanging open, he might have looked comical in another situation.

	"Sarge?" he croaked.

	An older soldier with a weathered face stepped in and gave the cum-leaking school girls a quick sweep with his eyes.

	"What do I do?" the young soldier sputtered.

	Shaking his head at the ignorance of the private the sergeant turned to him.

	"Hose 'em off and get 'em over to the whore barracks, Numb Nuts," the non-com barked. "Then hose out this car before it goes back to what the 'jannies call 'civilization'. And move your ass - there are two other cars like this one."


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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