Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2023 13:09:32 -0400
From: James Jenkins <james.jenkins2015@yandex.com>
Subject: Wolf Cubs Rapture in Sordid Ruins

All characters (except for Inge Dombrowski) are fictional and any
resemblance to those living, or dead is purely coincidental. All language,
places, and items used in this standalone story are meant to give a sense
of time and atmosphere in the fall of Nazi Germany, no offense is intended.

I do not have anything to do with the movies this story is centered
around. I do not know the actors who play the characters from both films
and this story in no way represents the character(s) nor actors
sexualities.

This story is a crossover of both films where HJ "soldiers" abandon their
posts and come across and apartment room where Russian soldiers are holding
German girls captive and after rescuing them, decide to let loose their
sexual urges out on them. I was inspired to write this story as I love
Coming-of-Age movies set during WWII and pictured what would happen if they
took place in the same universe.

The characters in "Downfall" are property of screenwriter Bernd
Eichinger. Gretel from "The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas" belongs to John
Boyne. Markus Zusak owns those from "The Book Thief" (2013). Amma Asante
owns Lutz in "Where Hands Touch" while those of "Jojo Rabbit" belong to
writer Christine Leunens (based on her book Caging Skies). The second Peter
in "Forgive Us Our Trespasses" belongs to screenwriters Ashley Eakin and
Shawn Lovering.

All other characters in the story are original. Heinrich and Klaus are
based on the 12 and 14-year-old boys who appear at 1:48 and 1:49 in this
scene from "Downfall" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGqCKdrhLNY)

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Wolf Cubs Rapture in Sordid Ruins
 © James Jenkins 2023


April 30, 1945

The "Baby Division" of the German army, the Führer's Hitlerjugend
had been in the field fighting in Berlin's streets for four months, living
and standing their ground in the trench by their flak gun. None of the
eager units had known any glory since the previous year before the Allied
advancement had begun. They were a defensive unit consisting of new
recruits and some experienced fighters in operating anti-aircraft guns,
scouting, collect the dead and rescue survivors.

Their primary duty was to be available to support infantry units, which
meant that they were the canon fodder who went in when the adults got
themselves decimated under heavy enemy fire. They were also used to clear
out residential buildings, usually by leading or carrying people through
backways to avoid allied bombs, despite this being a dangerous objective,
as one could never know when a British, Soviet, or American bomb or
shoulder brings your swift death with them.

With their second main use for them was for spying and enemy inspection,
where they would advance fast, scour around and report back to their
commanding officer. It was during one of these missions, as the Reich
neared death, that they came across a small unit of Russian soldiers also
out on patrol. They'd kept out of sight amidst bombed out buildings and
their camouflaged uniforms helped them to hide the shadows after
nightfall. Leaving two boys from each of the five positions on guard, the
surviving ones who regrouped with them headed out on their search for
trapped civilians.

Following the deserted street for about an hour before coming across the
ruined apartment building half crumbled on the right side of the street. As
they slowly moved in, they made out the shadowy outlines of two figures in
Bolshevik uniforms keeping watch. They only noticed them, as they were
moving around in some form of sentry duty. Unwise on their part when in a
still active war zone, where the best way to keep watch was to stay out of
sight and use your wits as equally as your senses.

Still their mistake was to the hunters advantage; they drew in closer and
silently moved in on their foes positions. They were a mere three feet away
from them when they stopped and stood fast. Two of their best comrades,
Johannes "Jojo" Betzler and Yorki had made a bypass and were covertly
advancing in on their positions from opposite sides of the building.

Once they were all in position, the lieutenant waited until the two guards
had both moved to the two ends of the building and gave a sudden bark like
a dog. Both Red Beasts turned in the direction at the curious sound, as the
two 10-year-olds leapt of the shadows and hastily closed their sweaty hands
around their mouths from behind. At the same time, they yanked the heads of
the struggling enemies backwards harshly, making them throw their hands up
to their throats in alarm.

Jojo, the Aryan Poster Child, on the left of the building as their comrades
watched, used his knife-emblazoned with the HJ motto "Blut und Ehre!"
(Blood and Honor!)- to slash the Russian soldier's neck from ear to ear,
then slowly lowered the body like a vase to the ground and dragged it
around the corner out of sight. Yorki, the pudgy glasses-wearing boy on the
right-hand side of the entrance stuck his dagger against the fighting
enemy's chest, as he did so the soldier's Pilotka cap fell off to expose
the short dark hair of a 20-year-old male. The Russian soldier was dead
within seconds when the knife cut through his torso and penetrated his
heart; the boy lowered the body silently to the ground, and also dragged it
around the corner of the entrance out of view.

They started to move forwards again to check out the interior, as they
reached the very edge of the shell crater, where the dirty ruin-choked area
surrounding the building started, they paused as the door opened and a
figure stepped into the entrance. As she stopped in the area illuminated
via light from inside one of the rooms on the second floor and turned so
speak to those inside, they were able to clearly see her silhouette.

The girl was no more than sixteen years old with shoulder length blonde
pigtails, she was slim wearing a pair of black HJ army trousers tucked into
her boots. Her uniform shirt could not hide the swellings of her breasts as
she turned in profile in the light of the room. She seemed to be at ease
and strangely not carrying any protection on her, utter madness for a lady
during wartime, when you ate, slept, and laid as a lover with your weapon
within easy reach. It seemed as if the "enemy" maybe recuperating inside
the room were being far to lapse for their own good.

A swathe of female voices came from inside the room, and the girl came out
closing the door behind, her laughing out aloud as she did so to some
shared joke or other. She started to walk across the dirt directly in the
boy's direction. As she did so, she started to unbuckle her belt and undo
the buttons on her trousers. On reaching the shell crater where 12-year-old
Peter Kranz was in hiding, she turned around to face a darkened corner and
dropped her trousers to her ankles.

Squatting down in front of the boy and lifting her shirt up to just under
her breasts, she started to urinate onto the ground. Peter was no more than
two feet away from that naked behind as the stream of urine started to
splash on the ground. The bleach blonde boy was fascinated by the scene,
he'd never been as close as this to a girl taking a piss. He could make out
the lips of her muschi (cunt) between the rich plain of her bewitching ass
as she lent forwards, and her expanding piss slit as it opened to let out
the stream of liquid. Peter was so frisky that he wanted to reach out and
fondle her cheeks and muschi in his hand.

Licking and biting his lips to curtail his sexual longings, at any moment,
she might grow aware that the two guards were missing from their posts and
alert their comrades. Until now, she had been so engrossed with her needs
that she had been privy to and the task of relieving her restless bladder
that she was totally unaware that they had vanished. Slowly and in ghostly
silence, Peter shifted his weight ready to pounce and drew his own knife
from its scabbard.

While the girl was still in full flow, Peter moved forwards and clamped his
hand over her mouth and dragged her backwards so that she fell on her ass
with her knees spread wide open. The move was so unexpected; the girl's
stream of urine shot up in the air from between her legs and soaked the
trousers around her ankles.

Leading the girl's body back tightly into his own so that she couldn't
struggle loose, Peter placed the point of his knife against the skin on her
exposed sternum. As her face came into view, he gasped as the figure before
him was a comrade he thought dead-Inge Dombrowski! The girl he feared dead
and pined for as their city toppled.

Her beautiful blue eyes grew to the size of bullets as they looked at the
blade and pleaded for mercy. Peter used the tip to feel the gap between her
cleavage. Finding the right spot, he slowly pushed the tip just enough,
cutting into the skin and through muscle until it drew out a tendril of
blood. He could feel her tense and fight for breath as the heart
pounded. Next aiming the knife so that it was pointing in a line with her
beating heart, slicing at the skin and midsection gingerly as Peter did so,
and pushed the blade slowly forwards until it sank into her unscarred
body. She winced as the nerves suddenly tensed and briefly froze. Peter
held onto her for a few minutes until her sexually starved body had ceased
to resist.

Once again the sexual thoughts began to regain hold as Peter looked down on
her young shapely body. Naked from her blood-stained flesh down to her
trouser wrapped ankles, her knees splayed wide apart, displaying the blonde
hairy mound of her womanhood. While he waited for her to catch her breath,
Peter slid the hand that had taken her virtue to push up her top and
grabbed her breast. They felt wonderful, so stable and velvety. As her body
calmed, Peter moved his other had that was covering her mouth down to that
mound and stroked her untouched muschi, slipping a couple of fingers into
her pussy, Peter found to his astonishment that she was still a virgin.
Fuck this is a waste, still that was the bitter reality of war. Slowing
sliding his fingers in and out of that wondrous netherworld, Peter was
getting horny.

But when Peter saw the others moving into position, he had to regain
sensibility. The others had started to move forward again, so he led the
girl back into the shadows and began to move forwards into the building. As
they stopped to listen at the side of the door, and they could hear female
voices conversing and laughing on the inside. Together, all eleven of them
burst into the room with their weapons cocked and ready. There were nine
people sitting around a dining room table, their own weapons were piled up
in one corner of the room out of reach. A simple glance told them why they
had been so entirely off-guard, some of the girls were holding half empty
bottles of Deutsches Reichsbraeu, and other bottles, both empty and
unopened were strewn out on the floor. The only man in the room seemed to
be even aware of their presence initially, the mildly drunk hulking
middle-aged Bolshevik soldier made a move to reach his weapons and was cut
down by gun fire from two of their comrades, Heinrich and Klaus, before
he'd touched his gun, bullets pierced into the layers of fat around his
midsection and torso and he was dead before his gigantic hit the wooden
floor.

The nerve-stopping sound of the gunfire in the confines of the apartment
seemed to bring the other girls to their senses, and they all encroached
around in their direction, to face looking down the barrels of their
firearms. As the realization of their dilemma became clear, they started to
raise their hands into the air. With some of them keeping the surviving
girls from harm, some of the men stepped forward and bound their hands
together and gagged them. They were then led over to the ceiling fan
hanging from the roof and tied to the fan with their arms still raised
above their heads, ropes were passed around their ankles and tied to the
base of the fan as well.

When they were secured, they searched the apartment and all their
belongings for information, including medicine, food, and valuable
documents, they also took items such as cigarettes, money and jewelry if
they found them. The girls themselves squirmed as the boys brazenly
searched their pockets for address books and issued ID cards, Peter
supposed more than one girl would have got her nipples squeezed through her
shirt, as her breast pockets were checked, or her pussy stroked through the
material of her trouser pockets. He knew when he slid his hands down a
girls trousers looking for hidden items he felt around her blessed cave,
her young, leaking, and warm vagina was explored. Peter even managed to
slide a finger in. The girl tried to resist only to receive a slap across
her face.

They presented everything they found to their lieutenant, who had sat down
where the girls had been sitting. As he looked through the papers, a couple
of the boys reached for the bottles of Deutsches Reichsbraeu, cast aside by
the girls. He stopped them immediately and instructed them to stack them in
a couple of girl's packs, to take with them for later. Jojo and Yorki were
charged to go outside on watch.

Patiently waiting for the lieutenant they were eyeing up the eight
frightened girls, all were in HJ army uniform trousers and shirts, their
tunic coats having been discarded over near their weapons. With their arms
tied up high above their heads, their breasts were being thrust upwards
against the material of their shirts. It was impossible to make out the
form of their legs in those baggy uniform trousers, but if the covered legs
were anything like the rest of their bodies, they would be voluptuous.

Straightening up, the lieutenant announced that he had enough intelligence
information on the girls units and positions for the patrol and encouraged
them to have fun with the girls and relax for a few hours. They' d continue
their progress again a couple of hours before dawn, to head back to their
post. As soldiers, they always helped any civilians during missions to
honor their oath; because the Reich was dead, they wouldn't be able to get
out of harm's way so easily.

With his sanctions they all looked back over at the girls, and then at each
other, the same thing was coursing through each of their minds. Finally,
the corporal, a 16-year-old blonde named Lutz, voiced their thoughts to the
lieutenant, and he begrudgingly allowed them to have some fun with the
girls before they'd take them to safety. The well-built youth ordered that
the guard now numbered at four boys and that they did so in shifts to allow
those on watch to de able to come in for their part of the revelry.

The HJ Lieutenant was of the ideal stock of Nazi soldiers, who scorned any
sliver of weakness, but he was also aware of how flustered his unit had got
over the last few months without contact with girls their ages. These girls
as far as he was concerned were victims and would have been at the
Bolsheviks wrath as he and his men at any moment. He already ordered their
protection, and so they were now merely damsels to be saved, if his men
wanted to indulge in their bodies first, he saw no reason why not.

Corporal Lutz ordered two more boys, another blonde youth named Peter and
12-year-old Rudy Steiner, outside on guard duty, leaving himself and seven
other boys in the apartment, as well as the lieutenant, who was going to
take no part in the orgy and went and curled up in the corner for a
rest. Then Lutz himself although agitated and wanting some of the action
decided to wait until the guard changed to keep his eye on things, one of
the older "soldiers", a tall brunette named Ralph, also decided to wait
with him.

The seven fired up youths approached the subdued girls with ferment. The
look in their eyes told them that they knew they were crossing paths with
peril. All the girls were aged between about ten and sixteen, and although
there were no storybook princesses amongst them, they were all enticing,
especially to their lustful minds.

They were all eager to see these girls in all their ripened beauty. With
their up-thrust breasts barely sticking out against their shirts, it was
innate for them to make these the first focus of their interests. They
opened the fronts of their shirts and tugged them out of their trouser
waistbands, all but one of the girls were wearing bras, these they
rousingly unhooked and tore off their bodies to give them free reign upon
their budding breasts.

Warm zealous hands reached out and caressed their naked alluring twin
pears, rubbing and squeezing those heavenly mounds and embracing the feel
of their ripened flesh in their fingers. Massaging and squeezing the
nipples until they swelled up under the touch of the boys fingers, then
pressing on the flaming buds to bring a mixture of cries from under the
girl's gags. It had been so long since they'd been able to do this that
they shoved their faces in the bosoms and kissed them madly, sucking and
biting the nipples as if it was forbidden fruit from Eden itself.

Even though this was thrilling foreplay they needed more, and soon their
hands were dropping to the girl's waists to grope at their belts and
buttons. No clue if it was because of the Deutsches Reichsbraeu that the
girls had been drinking, the thought that co-operating with them would
relieve their suffering, or even that they were genuinely getting sexually
worked up, the girls were responding to the boy soldiers touches. Inge was
shamelessly moaning from Peter's oral ministrations of her breasts and
thrusting her hips forward to aid in his awkward attempts to remove her
trousers.

Finally Peter had the front of her trousers open and started to push them
down her legs, her knickers, if any, had gone down with them and he started
to feel around the region of her legs. Inge had a noticeable thick bush of
mangled hair nesting down there and Peter ran his fingers through the
thicket, sliding them down to the crevice below where there seemed to be
the warmth of a summer's day.

Cheeks blushing, Peter slid his fingers along the trail, she thrust her
hips forwards against his fingers, driving his digits to slide inside her
fiery gorge of pleasure. As he relished in the euphoria, she started to
fuck the boy's fingers.  Shit! Peter was really ready for a fuck, big time,
and so it seemed were his comrades, who were having similar experiences
with their girls.

Encouraging themselves to let go of the girls and pull away, they were able
to take their first unadulterated full gaze at their naked bodies, all were
perfect for a sweet fiery fuck, and they were determined to make sure that
is just what they got. In truth they were gasping for it and needed to
plough their cocks into these females relentlessly, they didn't forget that
they were orphaned youth and wanted to escape. Gradually, they only
released them one by one.

Leaving their gags on, they loosened the ropes around their ankles and
lifted their legs to remove their boots and trousers completely; next they
untied their hands and slipped off their shirts before binding their arms
again tightly behind their backs, lashing their forearms together so that
their arms were secured in the middle of their backs. They were each moved
to another part of the apartment where they could be secured on their backs
and their legs spread wide open and fixed.

Inge now consumed with released passion, was laid down on the floor between
two of the fan blades, ropes were attached to her ankles again and tied to
the fan blades about three feet off the ground and pulled tight. This
caused her legs spread like an eagle to form a wide arrowhead shape with
her wide-open gushy vagina at the point, with nothing to stop him.

Three other girls named Gretel, Liesel, and Elsa were tied up in a similar
fashion between the blades. Two other girls, Sigrid, and Beatrix were tied
lying on their backs on couches, with their hands and feet tied together
underneath, with one leg on each side of the couch they couldn't have
closed their legs if they had wished. The last two girls-Melita and Olga-
were tied in a similar fashion on top of two chairs, with the ropes holding
their ankles to each side being passed under the chairs as well.

In a beat they were all secured they went in deep, Peter Kranz decided to
have Inge again wholeheartedly and knelt down between her wide spread legs,
dropping his pants to knee length, he pushed his swollen cock straight into
her pussy as far as it would go and started to clobber it intensely in a
tide-like motion.

Leaning forward between her legs as Peter Kranz fucked her, he again
started to play with those untouched pure breasts, this time sucking on
them and biting on her nipples. Inge squirmed a bit in response, and Peter
drew his face towards hers and kissed her. Inge struggled to pull away, but
Peter forced it deeper. In no time she was bucking underneath the boy,
trying to raise her hips to meet his thrusts into her muschi. It didn't
take long for the boy's base urges to catch up with him and he felt himself
swelling in her bowels. Hammering his cock into her as far as he could,
Peter launched his cum deep into her cunt.

Upon pulling out. Peter Kranz could see that the others were all finishing
off with their girls and moving away. Lutz then gave them all a few minutes
to overcome their desires before he detailed a few alert boys to go outside
and relieve the others on guard. The Peter who bore a disabled leg but
brave in heart was one of those selected, so he checked his pistol and
headed out with the others. They sat silently panting in the dark, with the
intimacy-craving captive German girls; they were well away from the
building hidden in the shell crater. The boys sat for what seemed an
eternity before they themselves were given release, although it was in fact
only about an hour when their replacements had arrived.

When they returned, Lutz and some arms carriers were sitting around
relaxing, the girls were all still bound, as they had been when they went
outside. As they started to cross over to them the lieutenant sat up and
informed them, with only an hour left before they left the city. He
instructed them that he wanted all the girls moved and tied up kneeling
across the two couches ready, and that once it was done they could take
them again if the boys wanted before he would have them readied to depart.

First they untied the two girls who were lying on their backs on the
couches and coerced them to kneel down facing them, they attached a rope to
one knee then forced them to lean forwards with their stomach on the
couch. Next they passed the rope under the couch, tied it around their
necks once, and then passed it back under the couch to tie it off on their
other knee, thus securing them entirely with their asses hanging over one
side of the couch and their tits over the other.

All the other girls were also then moved and tied up the same way so that
there were four girls secured side by side on each couch. To prevent any
problems, each girls knees were tied to the girls knees next to her, the
girls at the ends had their outside knees roped to the legs of the
couch. From the rear they could now clearly see their tender walls and
asses as their legs were being held slightly parted. The two couches were
facing each other so each of the four girls could see their fellow
companions.

The lieutenant nodded his satisfaction and pointed to his watch, making it
clear that time was running out for the females. Now, without further
misgivings they once again started to play with the girls. This time Peter
Kranz chose one of the youngest girls, a slim brunette named Elsa with a
cute tight butt to have a bit of fun with. Reaching over her back to grope
her malleable peeking boobs, the boy started to massage his semi-swollen
cock in one hand until it once again began to get hard. Mumbling as he
rubbed the bell end up and down the breach of her muschi to get it
moistened before slamming it forwards into her pussy. Once again, Peter
could feel the hot chute of a 10-year-old girl gripping his cock as he
drummed her honey pot.

As Peter bashed wolfishly into her whispering eye, he noticed that the boy
next to him, Henrich, was thrusting his cock into to his girls tight
cave. Peter had heard of this in banter between friends but had never had
the experience himself. Deciding that he'd never get a welcome chance to
revel in the gratification of fucking a lady's ass, Peter pulled his sticky
engorged cock out of her muschi and placed its head against her tight
inflamed abyss. At first, Peter couldn't get it in as the hole was so small
and he had to put his hand around his cock to stop it bending and sliding
away from the opening.

Effortlessly using his hand to guide his dick and continuing to thrust his
hips forwards, Peter began to feel the muscles around her entrance open and
his spear tip stretching her opening to achieve entrance into manhood.

Peter Kranz thought to himself: This is the only victory we're going to get
out of this shit.

As the tip of his cock entered her fiery snatch, Peter could feel the girl
really squirming at the pain of his crashing as she screamed into her
gag. The thrill rush of her bucking in torture as his cock slipped deeper
into her hatch was phenomenal on his sensitive dagger's point. This was no
girl resistant to sex like his last conquest, this was a no holds bar fest
on her virginity.

When his cock was buried up to the hilt in her tight anal portal, Peter
started to pummel her body on the insides with his swollen manhood, drawing
it partially out and thrusting it back in again until his nuts collided
against her vaginal lips below. This was the best sexual encounter of his
life, every part of the boy's dick seemed to be enveloped by the girls
tight internal depths, it was like multiple gracile hands gripping onto his
dick all at once to wank him off to paradise.

A couple of "soldiers" on the opposite couch had shot their loads into
their girls and withdrew. As they stood up and did up their trousers, the
HJ Lieutenant looked at his watch and then crossed the room to where the
girls were. The 15-year-old drew his HJ knife and without speaking
approached the first naked bound girl. She saw him coming but failed to
grasp the true impact of his actions. Each of the girls spoke fluent
German, so they well understood what their saviors intentions for them were
by now.

From where Peter Kranz was, fucking into his girls love box, he could see
the girls stretched neck and the fall of her two ripe pristine boobs with
piqued swollen nipples pointing over the side of the couch like canons. The
HJ Lieutenant stopped in front of the girl with apple-shaped breasts and
started to play with her budding breasts. He then undid his trousers and
forced his cock into the girl's mouth. He amorously faced fucked her until
he grunted and pull out. The HJ Lieutenant grabbed the girl's golden-blonde
hair in his hand and forced her head up so far that her neck was stretched
tightly. The girl with cum dripping out of her mouth barely had time to
process what was going on. Then the lieutenant stared deep into the girl's
blue eyes, which turned to degrading lust as she finally understood what
was about to happen. While Peter continued to shove his cock into his girls
peach, he watched as the lieutenant placed his knife against the girl's
neck, near her right ear and drew the blade with spider-soft gentleness
across her unmarred neck until he stopped at her left. A thread-like cut
manifested which suddenly started to flush out cherry red blood which he
lapped up. As the lieutenant let her head fall back, droplets of blood
mixed sweat started to form on the floor below her, as her horror melted
away mixing with the cum still dripping from her mouth. The lieutenant then
zipped up his trousers and proceeded feverishly.

As the lieutenant proceeded onto the second girl and grabbed her hair,
Peter also grabbed the hair of the girl he was fucking nonstop with both
hands; Peter hauled her head up to face the other couch, forcing her to
watch as Gretel's womanhood was flooded. He held her head there and used it
to pull himself further and further into her snatch. The lieutenant didn't
wait for the boy to become a man with Liesel.

While she was being fucked between the legs from the rear, he pulled her
head up and cut at her neck teasingly with his dagger and sucked at
them. As he let her head drop down again, the man fucking her exploded his
seed deep into the numb girl's cunt. The fourth girl on the opposite couch
was also eaten out while being fucked up the meat curtains by her lover,
who again shot his load deep into her bowels as she passed out.

Peter Kranz let go of Inge's head and continued to batter his cock into her
hole as the lieutenant finished with a girl next to them. Inge was in an
absolute decadent frenzy by now, and her body was shaking and bucking
underneath him, sending wonderful sensations from her body into the swollen
head of his cock in her mut as Peter fucked her. He felt her tense as the
adolescent lieutenant yanked her head up by her hair, her vagina seemed to
lock tightly around his dick taking the boy to new indescribable euphoric
levels. Inge's body seemed to tremble and shake as the dagger was drawn
slowly across her reddened throat cutting enough to draw more blood from
her without killing the girl. As her body fought a losing battle for sanity
it shook and spasmed, bringing these sensations to her womanhood and his
dick buried deep inside. Peter grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard
wanting to feel her whole body shuttering in her erotic convulsions. Peter
felt himself expand to herculean limits as he launched his warm seed deep
into the heaving girls bowels, shot after shot of his hot sperm blasted
deep inside of her now lifeless form before Peter started to wilt and pull
out.

"Thank you," Peter Kranz whispered to her now intoxicated face.

The lieutenant fired his load into the remaining two girls, including Elsa;
Peter was somehow pleased that she had hollered while she was being fucked
in her cunt by one of the lads, and wondered if her body had given him the
same sort of feelings that he had experienced as she died. Peter walked
over to her limp body and fondled her small breasts one last time.

"Never dreamed I'd have a sweet brave girl here, you could've escaped and
gotten out of this hell hole. But fate brought you to us. God, at least you
gave me joy even if we might not make it." Peter said his goodbyes with a
kiss and walked away.

The last girl had already been fucked, and had to wait for her lover to
approach her now spent body, confused at what was going to be the
inexorable conclusion of his life-sapping thrusts.

They cleaned the bodies of all the deflowered girls before getting them
outside the building, along with all their belongings and weapons, and
prepared to set the room on fire so none would know what happened
here. Then they got properly dressed and prepared to leave. They gathered
their weapons and the two cloth sacks containing the girl's alcohol and
headed out of the door.

Collecting the four lads on guard duty on the way, they ventured back along
the position towards where they'd situated the flak gun. They reached an
out-of-the-way refuge point just as the dawn was breaking amidst the
smoke-filled air and spent most of the day regaining some long-deprived
sleep.

That night they sat around a makeshift fire with the looted alcohol and
recited the story of their nightly excursion to the eleven "soldiers" who
had wisely gone into hiding instead of securing their position. They were
all wondering if they'd meet up with any more orphans in hiding and if
deliverance would come out of this nightmarish war.