Zorans Rape squad - english version

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chapter 7 - On the farm

It was already late afternoon when the machine gun jeep, with Mirko, the radio operator, at the wheel, approached the farm. Zoran sat in the passenger seat, while Milan and Bogdan, the scout, sat in the back, holding the still unconscious Serbian sniper between them.

A suspicious silence reigned on the farm. Zoran grabbed his submachine gun and signaled to Bogdan to follow him. They slowly approached the outbuilding, where the cooks and two soldiers were supposed to be watching over the captured farmhands and maids.

Still, nothing could be heard. Bogdan shrugged uncertainly. He, too, couldn't quite interpret the situation. Then Zoran gave him a signal, and with his rifle at the ready, Bogdan slowly opened the door of the building.
Only now did a faint murmur emerge from the interior. With their weapons at the ready, Zoran and Bogdan entered the building and opened the door to the large dining room, which also housed the kitchen.

What they found there made them lower their weapons with relief. The two cooks commanded the three maids, who were busy peeling potatoes, cutting meat, and cleaning vegetables. The two guards who were supposed to be guarding the prisoners were lounging around the large dining table, a half-empty bottle of alcohol in front of them. There was no one else in sight.
When the guards saw Zoran, they jumped up, adjusted their uniforms, and saluted unsteadily.

"What's going on here? Where are the prisoners?" Zoran barked at them angrily. This couldn't be true! The two of them were having a leisurely afternoon while the prisoners...? Yes, where were the prisoners?

One of the guards stammered in reply: "They were picked up this afternoon by Arkan's soldiers and taken to the prison camp..."

Zoran's anger evaporated. So Arkan had kept his word and picked up the prisoners as promised. Wherever, and for whatever purpose.
He signaled to Bogdan to bring Mirko, Milan, and the sniper into the house as well. Then he went to Tahier, the head chef, and pulled him aside.

"I want you to do your best tonight and cook a delicious dinner for me, the squire, and his wife. I'm thinking of the following:" Zoran pulled the cook closer and gave him precise instructions on what he had in mind. "Can you do it?"

"Of course, boss! At eight o'clock sharp, Zora will serve you dinner in the manor's dining room. I'd rather not task Emilija, that stubborn old goat, with that; she'd just spoil your soup. I'd rather teach her some manners myself tonight!" laughed Tahier.

Zoran grinned. He could imagine what Tahier meant. He and his assistant cook would surely have their hands full taming the older maid. And they'd certainly have fun doing it. Meanwhile, the rest of the crew would have fun with Aleksiya, the second maid, and the two female guards who would arrive later. Zoran could imagine how the evening would end. But his men deserved it.

Meanwhile, Milan and Bogdan had dragged the unconscious female sniper over.
"What do we do with her?"
"Take her to the manor. Then pour a bucket of water over her head. Maybe then she'll wake up. And then..."

Milan grinned. "And then we'll show the darling what men like us do to sheep shooters who just shoot our men. I think after tonight, she won't be able to fire another shot!"
Bogdan nodded in agreement. Yes, Milan and he would take on the sniper. He was the one who had taken her out, and so he hoped Milan would let him go first. It didn't really matter who got to go first. From what he'd been able to glimpse under her uniform, she had a good figure. He was already curious about her breasts and even more so about what her ass looked like. The rough, actually too big uniform trousers had concealed its outline well so far, and Bogdan was all the more excited to rip them off her body.

Zoran led the way to the manor, opened the door, and then went up to the bedroom, where he had left his bodyguards with the lord of the manor and his beautiful wife.
He grinned contentedly as he entered the room. His two bodyguards had seated their guests on reasonably comfortable chairs and tied them up properly. Sergei, the master of the house, was wearing only his pajama pants and had a gag in his mouth. Apparently, listening to his ranting and raving had become too annoying for the two soldiers. And Basima, his pretty wife, sat pale in her chair, her hands folded demurely in her lap over her lace nightgown.

Apparently, Luka and Filip had followed his instructions and looked after the two of them well, without assaulting them. Zoran knew he could rely on them, and they would surely receive a special reward for this.

Zoran turned to the master of the house and his wife. "I hope you've been well during my absence. Even if it may have been a little boring. But I can comfort you: we'll all have fun tonight. I've just instructed the cook to prepare a delicious dinner for us. I expect you in the dining room of the house at 8 o'clock sharp. In the meantime, you'll have the opportunity to freshen up and put on appropriate attire for dinner."

Sergeji and Basima looked at each other questioningly. What was that? They had expected anything, but not that this barbarian wanted to have a cozy dinner with them.

"Luka, you take care of the master of the house. Make sure he arrives for dinner freshly washed and in his best suit. And you, Filip, run a warm bath for the mistress of the house so she can also clean herself and freshen up. And then you pick out a beautiful evening dress for her to wear. And fix her hair, I know you can do that!" Zoran grinned.
Yes, he knew his bodyguards all too well. He knew he could rely on them and that he didn't have to worry about them attacking their prisoner.
Then he left the room to freshen up.

As he descended the stairs to the ground floor, Milan and Bogdan met him. They had grabbed the sniper by her arms and legs and were dragging her into the house.
"Where should she go?" Milan asked his boss.
"There are two more bedrooms upstairs. Get her up there and then take care of her. But make sure she doesn't scream too loudly. I want to enjoy dinner with my guests down here in the dining room tonight, and that would just be a disturbance. Otherwise, I hope you have fun with her..."
Bogdan nodded and grinned: "Don't worry, boss, if she wants to scream, we know how to shut her up."
Together with Milan, he dragged Jelena up the stairs and into one of the empty bedrooms, where the two roughly threw the sniper onto the bed.

Meanwhile, a loud engine noise could be heard outside. Darko and Ivo, the two junior officers, drove into the courtyard of the estate with the rest of the troop.
Zoran greeted the two with a nod. "Everything went as planned?"

"Not quite boss!" Darko replied with a grin. "This young gun actually managed to steal my loot!" Darko patted Ivo on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "But I still had fun, and so did my crew!"

Darko waved to one of the vehicles, whose door opened. Two of his men dragged the completely naked Stanka, the older of the two Bosnian female guards, out of the vehicle. She had to be supported by the two soldiers, could barely stand on her feet, blood trickled between her thighs, and her face and entire body were covered in bruises. Apparently, Darko and his men had been more than kind to her in the warehouse, even though Zoran had actually ordered her to be treated with care.

Malina, the younger of the two female guards, was completely different. Zoran watched with interest as Ivo, his young subordinate, helped her out of the car almost gallantly. Apparently, she had been spared by the Serbs so far, because her uniform was completely intact, and her face showed no signs of abuse.

Zoran had to smile. Yes, he had noticed this Ivo many times before. A good, loyal soldier who carried out all orders without hesitation. And yet, there still seemed to be a little boy inside him, who could sometimes be quite shy. Well, Zoran didn't care what he did to the young Bosnian woman. He had won them at rock-paper-scissors, and Ivo and his men would know what would become of their loot.

"Unload the vehicles and clean your weapons. Drako, you're responsible for ensuring enough guards are assigned. After that, you can freshen up and go eat in the kitchen. But be careful that the old Bosnian dragon doesn't spoil your fun. Tahier already warned us about her. But I think he'll teach her some manners. And behave properly around women and show them that we Serbs can be gentlemen too!" Zoran laughed, knowing exactly what would happen tonight. Then he went back to the mansion to freshen up.

Meanwhile, in the mansion, Milan and Bogdan had dragged the sniper into one of the spare bedrooms and thrown her onto the bed. She was still completely motionless, and they both doubted she would ever regain consciousness.
"What now?" asked Milan?
"Well, if in doubt, I'd fuck her anyway. But that would only be half the fun. She should see what we're doing to her. She should pay for shooting and wounding our comrades. She should suffer, and not a little. And in the end, she'll be grateful to us when we put a bullet from her own gun into HER head—or into her cunt!" Bogdan replied hatefully.
Yes, Bogdan was pretty angry. Two of the sniper's victims had been his best friends, and he was determined to avenge them. Bogdan wasn't a real misogynist, but he had had the opportunity to fuck women against their will during previous operations. And the more often he had done so, the more fun he had found in not just raping the women, but also humiliating and torturing them. He would be all the more sorry if their current victim didn't regain consciousness.

"Well, let's see if we can wake our little dove up again!" Milan slapped the sniper several times on the cheeks, unsuccessfully.
"Well, let's see if Zoran's advice helps. Get some cold water, it's supposed to wake the dead!"
Bogdan left the bedroom, searched for and found the bathroom, where Filip was just running a bath for the lady of the house.
"I just need some cold water, I'll be right back!" Bogdan called to him. He searched for and found a container in which he could fill with enough cold water and then went back to the bedroom, where Milan was already waiting for him.
"Well, let's see!" Bogdan shouted and poured the water into the sniper's face. Some of it ran into her half-open mouth.
And indeed! Suddenly, the woman who had just fainted began to cough as the cold water ran down her throat. The swallowing reflex had apparently awakened them from their unconsciousness. Bogdan and Milan looked at each other with grins and high-fived. "It works!"

Change of perspective:
Jelena coughed. She almost choked on the water that had flowed down her throat.
She kept her eyes closed, trying to remember what had happened and where she was now.

The last thing she clearly remembered was her position on the raised hide in the small grove near the Bosnian warehouse. In her mind, she looked through the rifle scope, searching for her next victim. She had apparently already killed four of the Serb attackers, injured others, and was now aiming at her next victim. She exhaled slowly, as she had learned and practiced. She pulled the trigger calmly. And then...

A loud bang sounded, and it seemed to Jelana as if she were falling into the abyss. After that, everything went black, and she couldn't remember anything. Until that moment.
She kept her eyes closed, even though she continued to cough. She tried to orient herself by the sounds she could hear. Tried to figure out where she was.
She was obviously lying on a bed. She could move her hands freely, which was good. And she heard two men talking in Serbian. So she had obviously fallen into enemy hands, and they had taken her somewhere without her noticing.

"Well, little dove, it's about time you finally woke up!" she heard one of the men say to her, as he lightly slapped her face again.

Still quite dazed, Jelena opened her eyes. And looked directly into the bearded face and blue eyes of a somewhat older man.
Carefully, she tried to turn her head to see where she was. All her limbs ached; she must have taken quite a lot of damage from the explosion under the tree stand and the subsequent fall.

Jelena swallowed hard. Her thoughts were still foggy, and she was having trouble getting her bearings. All I could see was that she was lying on a wide bed in what appeared to be a bedroom. I recognized a bearded soldier in Serbian uniform sitting next to her on the bed, patting her face. And behind her stood another soldier, a little younger and more well-groomed, also looking into her face.

"What's your name, my little dove? Will you tell us your name? We're dying to know who we're dealing with?" the older of the two asked her.

"Jelena..." she stammered, barely recognizing her own voice.

"Jelena? What a pretty name! Well, let's introduce ourselves. The young man here is Milan, and my name is Bogdan!" the older of the two replied.

"Where am I? What happened?" In a hoarse voice, Jelana tried to orient herself.

"What happened? Well, you killed some of our comrades with your sniper rifle and wounded a few others. Until I threw a hand grenade under your hot ass. That must have taken quite a toll on you. Anyway, we were worried we'd even be able to get you here alive. Well, luckily we did." The speaker paused briefly. "Luckily for us!" he chuckled, grinning sneeringly in her face.

Jelena shuddered. The man's words and his grin didn't bode well for her. Yes, she had managed to kill or injure some of the Serbs. And now they were going to make her pay for it.
Jelena knew from stories that Serbs weren't exactly gentle with female prisoners. Rumors and reports of mass rape had circulated, and those women who survived returned to their home villages broken. Where they were ostracized for becoming victims of the Serbs. Quite a few of them had taken their own lives as a result. And now she herself had fallen into Serb hands.

Her spirits were slowly returning. No, she wouldn't surrender to these beasts without a fight. She would rather die than be killed by these guys...
Jelena had been an experienced soldier for many years. She had practiced with her sniper rifle over and over again until she was so accurate she could have shot a fly's eye out. And not only that. In her free time, she had learned various martial arts and knew how to defend herself against two attackers. However, that would have required her to be fully conscious and able to use her powers. Which, at least at the moment, wasn't the case.

But there was something else: when Jelena was lying in wait in the tree stand, she hadn't just brought her sniper rifle with her. No, as always when she was on duty, she had hidden a sharp, double-edged knife in a leather sheath in each of her boots. She had never needed the knives, but prudent as she always was, she had always carried them with her.
Jelena could sense that the two knives were still in their places. Apparently, no one had bothered to search them more closely. Maybe this was her chance! She just needed to buy some more time to regain her strength. Then she would try to seize her chance. Draw the two knives and at least injure the two Serbs. Better yet, kill them. And then try to escape from this unknown place.

Jelana pretended to still be completely dazed. She kept shaking her head, stammering incomprehensible words to herself. She sobbed in pain, although it wasn't difficult for her to fake it, since every bone in her body actually ached. She tried to engage the two soldiers in conversation:

"Where are we? What happened to my comrades? What do you intend to do with me?"

"Well, your comrades were a bit careless. Anyway, we took them out with a few hand grenades, and they're lying miserably dead in the bushes where you tried to hide," replied the younger of the two.

"And as for your two friends: well, they fared much better. We captured them. And our comrades taught one of them what happens to those who try to mess with us. She's lucky to be alive, even if she'll probably barely be able to move her legs for the next few days..." the older one laughed in her face. "And that certainly won't be all. You're here in our camp, where some of us are still waiting to have fun with those two. But you'll have the special pleasure of giving us both a nice evening. Or two or three, if you're good. If not, then..." The older man made a gesture with his hand as if he wanted to slit her throat.

Jelana shuddered again. At least her two comrades were still alive. But had they really gotten the better of their obviously dead comrades? Jelena doubted it.
And her fate didn't seem any better. The younger of the two Serbs did seem somewhat reasonable. But the greedy look in his eyes didn't bode well. And the older man, sitting next to her on the bed, practically undressing her with his eyes? Well, he'd left no doubt so far that he would have fun with her. And certainly not just once. Jelena took another deep breath. She tried to distract them both: "Could I have a drink of water, please? I'm dizzy and terribly thirsty!" she turned to the older man.

"Of course, dove, we don't want you to go hungry and die of thirst. Would you like a drink of water? Or would you rather have some of this?" With these words, the guy started fiddling with his zipper and pulling out his cock.

This was Jelena's chance. Her face contorted in pain, she tried to sit up, grabbed the knives hidden in her boots with both hands. She pulled them out and...

[Lucius]

The story is going strong and has great orgiastic potential. We're at a cliffhanger moment, and somrthing tells me Jelena is falling off that cliff...

[Blue]

Kapitel 8 Revenge for the dead comrades

"You filthy bastard! I'll cut off your cock!" Jelana shouted, stabbing Bogdan with the knife in her right hand, who had just taken his cock out of his pants. At the very last moment, he managed to back away before the knife brutally castrated him. Nevertheless, the sharp tip of the knife still grazed his hairy stomach. It wasn't a serious injury, but blood immediately gushed from the small cut.
For a moment, Bogdan was speechless, grabbed his stomach, and saw the blood dripping down onto his cock.
"Milan, watch out, that little bastard is trying to kill us!" he shouted to his comrade, who had just been busy pouring a glass of water for Jelena.
Milan turned around and saw Jelana moving toward him on unsteady legs.
"You won't get me that easily, you pigs!" Jelena's words came out unclearly as she tried to stab Milan with both knives. Yes, Jelena was not only a good sniper, she was also excellent with knives. Normally. But the fall from the tree stand had left her with numerous bruises, and the concussion she'd suffered from hitting the hard forest floor was bothering her even more. She could only see the two Serbs vaguely, and their movements were much slower than she was used to.
By now, Bogdan and Milan had recovered from the surprise she had given them. They quickly realized that the sniper was still dazed and not at full strength. Through glances and hand signals, they signaled to each other that they should surround the young beauty so that she couldn't attack them simultaneously.
Jelena tried to get her bearings. She recognized the two's intention to split up so that she could concentrate on only one of them. This made it difficult for her to successfully defend herself against the two at the same time. After all, they clearly didn't intend to kill her immediately. It would have been easy for them to shoot them with the revolvers they carried in holsters on their belts. Perhaps that would have been a more merciful fate for Jelana, who sensed that the worst would happen to her if they got their hands on her again. She would rather die first, but not without taking at least one of them with her to the afterlife.
Jelena thought for a moment. The younger of the two moved faster, but seemed less experienced than the older one, whom she probably owed for being brought down from her perch. If she concentrated on the boy, she might be able to take him out. In the meantime, however, the old man would probably sneak up on her from behind and overpower her. And she'd rather not fall into that guy's hands alive. So Jelena tried to focus her full attention on the bearded man, who was holding his injured stomach with his left hand while reaching for a cast-iron poker leaning against the bedroom's coal stove with his right.
Milan and Bogdan circled Jelana like two predators sure of their prey. But every time one of them lunged toward the knife-wielding woman, she turned around with lightning speed and tried to counter the attack.
Minute after minute passed without either side making a decisive advance. Slowly Jelena felt her strength waning and the dizziness in her head increasing. Her movements became slower and more erratic, which didn't go unnoticed by the two Serbs.
Bogdan gave Milan a hidden hand signal, whereupon he launched another mock attack on Jelena. And while she desperately tried to fend off the attack, Bogdan managed to approach her from behind. After a brutal blow to Jelena's right shoulder, she dropped the knife in her right hand with a loud scream and grabbed her shoulder with her left to feel if her collarbone was still intact. Milan and Bogdan took advantage of this moment, attacked Jelena, and wrested the second knife from her. They ruthlessly twisted her left arm behind her back, causing her to scream again.
Jelena realized she had lost. Her injuries from the fall had been too severe for her to have had any real chance against the two men. The pain in her body brought tears to her eyes, and she collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
Milan placed one of his heavy boots on her body, pinning her to the ground.
"That little filthy whore! I was just about to cut off my cock!" Bogdan growled angrily, pressing a scrap of cloth to the still slightly bleeding wound on his stomach. "You'll pay for this, my little dove. We'll make sure you never shoot at any of us again or attack us with your knives!"
Bogdan dragged Jelena to her feet and sat her down on a chair at a table by the bedroom window. Meanwhile, Milan reached for one of the knives the sniper had dropped. He stood next to the table and grabbed one of Jelena's hands. He forced her to stretch her fingers out on the table.
"Now, sweetheart, I'm going to cut off one of your fingers at a time. Slowly, one for each of my comrades you killed. And then the fingers on the other hand for the injured and for trying to cut off my friend's cock!" Milan ran the knife blade through his fingers to test its sharpness. Satisfied, he nodded his head and placed the blade against the middle joint of Jelena's little finger on her right hand, pressing it slowly but surely against the skin until the first drop of blood appeared.
Jelena closed her eyes. Yes, she had heard of the brutality with which some Serbs treated their prisoners. And now the rumors seemed to be confirmed: they particularly enjoyed mutilating their victims so that—if they actually survived the torture—they would never be the same again. If only she had never regained consciousness!
Milan pressed the knife blade harder against Jelena's finger. The blade was so sharp and powerful that he could easily cut through not only the skin but also the bone in her finger.
"Stop!" Bogdan's rough voice echoed through the room. "Not like that! Zoran certainly wouldn't understand if we ruined this beautiful room with that whore's blood. It would be a shame, too. I have a better idea. Keep her hand on the table, and I'll show you what I mean!"
Milan looked questioningly at his friend. He knew Bogdan wasn't feared in the troops for nothing. He was not only an experienced soldier and excellent scout, but also known for his unsurpassed cruelty. And so he did as Bogdan had instructed him. He stood behind the chair where Jelana was sitting, pushed her upper body onto the table, stretched out her right arm, and kept her hand pressed firmly to the table.

"And now?" Milan asked his comrade.
"Let's wait for her to come to. It would be a shame if she didn't see how we were going to make her happy!" grinned Bogdan.

What else was happening in the meantime:
In the kitchen, Tahier, the cook, along with the two younger maids, was preparing the dinner for the manor house that Zoran had discussed, while Emilija, the older of the three maids, was tasked with finishing dinner for the soldiers.
The soldiers themselves were still busy unloading the loot from the vehicles and stowing it in the manor's large barn. And then cleaning their weapons and themselves. After all, it was to be expected that a larger feast would take place this evening. At which more than just the bountiful alcohol would flow freely. After all, they now had several women on the manor, and everyone agreed that other liquids should flow besides schnapps.
Darko had handed Stanka, the older of the two female guards, over to the medics. They were to try to get her somewhat better by after dinner. After all, Darko still had a few things planned for her before finally handing her over to his men.
And Ivo? He had had his comrades take Malina, the younger of the two guards, to a small room and tie her to the bed. Not without first assuring her that nothing would happen to her as long as she remained sane. Then Ivo, too, had gone to the well in the courtyard to wash and then put on a fresh uniform.
The manor house was also busy—apart from the activities of Milan and Bogdan. Luka had taken care of Sergeji, the master of the house, as instructed by Zoran. He, too, had had to wash at the well before Luka had taken the squire's best suit from his closet and forced him to put it on. Afterwards, Luka, who was about the same height as the squire, had also taken a suit from the squire's closet and put it on himself. When he saw himself in the mirror, he almost didn't recognize himself anymore. Nothing reminded him of the soldier he had been just a few minutes ago.
And Filip, who had been known among Serbian women as a gay hairdresser before the war, had ensured that Basima, the lady of the house, had first taken a pleasant, warm bath before choosing the most beautiful dress in her closet and then, with particular care, tying her long hair into an elaborate updo.
Zoran himself, like the other men, had washed himself at the fountain before disappearing into one of the rooms of the manor house he had chosen for himself. There, he had first given Arkan a more detailed report on the situation before taking his dress uniform out of the closet and ironing it. Yes, this would be an unforgettable evening for everyone in the house, he thought to himself.

[Blue]

Time for dinner – not just for two…

In the manor, shortly before 8 p.m.:

Upstairs: Milan and Bogdan, kneeling on the bed next to the sniper Jelena, who is once again unconscious from the pain, each holding a bottle of vodka. The two joke about their victim, but don't touch her. Not yet, because they want her to be fully conscious if they continue to deal with her.
Downstairs: Luka and Filip lead Segeji and Basima, the owners of the estate, into the dining room, where Zoran is already impatiently waiting for his guests. After all, he has planned a few special surprises for them.

Zoran had just looked out the dining room window when the door to the room opened. Outside, in the twilight, he could see two soldiers on guard duty making their rounds around the farm. Loud shouting came from the barnyard for the farmhands and maids. Dinner was just being served there, too. Zoran knew how the evening would end there: boozy...
But that didn't bother him much at the moment. First, he had to play his role as host to the landowners.

Zoran turned around. Luka pushed the obviously still rather stubborn landowner through the door, while Filip, quite gallantly, offered his wife his arm and led her to the dining table.
"Welcome, dear guests! As promised, I welcome you to a very special dinner that you will certainly not forget." Luka had to chuckle when he heard his boss's voice. He had known him long enough to know that behind the friendly facade his face had certainly hidden some malice. And Zoran's voice, as friendly as it might sound to an outsider, also promised some surprises. Luka grinned inwardly. Because knowing his boss, there was a lot left for him too.

Zoran bowed gallantly to the hostess, took one of her hands, and led her to a chair in the center of the lavishly decorated table. Tahier, the cook, had obviously taken great care to set the table for dinner. Fine crockery was set for all the guests, and beautifully decorated drinking glasses and silver cutlery complemented the setting. Fresh red roses from the landowner's garden spread a pleasant scent. If one forgot the circumstances under which this dinner was to take place, this would certainly have been the ideal setting for a wonderful dinner. But like this?

Basile could see that she wasn't quite sure what to make of this ambiance. The tall, slim man in the smart uniform who had extended his hand to her and who had introduced himself to her that morning as Zoran actually seemed quite reasonable. And yet, Basile had a premonition that it would all turn out to be just a masquerade, and that the evening would hold a few more surprises for them all.

"Madam, would you do me the honor of sitting on my left?" Zoran pointed to the chair next to him. "And you, my dear, please also sit next to your lovely wife. She certainly deserves this place of honor!" Zoran instructed Sergeji.

He, too, wasn't quite sure what was happening. They had been guarded by Zoran's bodyguards all day and weren't even allowed to speak. Yes, the two of them had treated them well, but all his questions had gone unanswered, and that was another reason why he, too, had a bad feeling.

"Filip, would you please sit directly opposite Mr. Sergeji? And place your revolver next to you on the table so you can use it at any time, should the need arise. But I don't think you'll need it. After all, we want to enjoy our dinner, and Mr. Sergeji will hopefully have enough manners not to spoil this evening for us! But you never know, these Bosnians sometimes don't appreciate what..."
Zoran left his sentence unfinished. And with a nod, Filip indicated that he knew what was expected of him.

"And you, dear Luka, please take a seat opposite our charming landlady. You can probably do without your revolver; I don't think she'll cause us any trouble."

Uncomfortably, Basile sat down on the chair assigned to her, nervously adjusting the silk dress that this Filip had chosen for her. He had even helped her put it on and made sure it fit properly. And amazingly, he had treated her with the utmost courtesy. He had kept his hands to himself and hadn't tried to touch her inappropriately. And even when he had artfully styled her hair into a magnificent updo, he had always been careful not to offend her.

Basile had actually had a very different idea of ​​Serbs. What she had heard about them from stories so far contradicted the impression she had formed of this Filip, who was apparently the confidant and bodyguard of this Zoran.

And Sergei? Reluctantly, he took a seat next to his wife. He, too, couldn't properly assess the situation. He would have loved to reach for the revolver that Luka, who had sat down opposite him, had provocatively placed next to him on the table. But Sergei had also realized that he wouldn't get the chance. At least not at this point. But perhaps later that evening? If he got the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to free himself and his wife from this predicament.

No sooner had everyone taken their seats than the dining room door opened again. Zora, the young red-haired maid, dressed in a simple yet elegant white dress, pushed a serving cart laden with various dishes into the room, followed by Tahier, the cook, who was holding several already uncorked bottles of wine.

"Ah, here comes our dinner. I'm curious to see what you've conjured up for us, dear Tahier. Tell us what delicious things you'll be serving us tonight!"

Tahier blushed as he bowed to Zoran. "I got everything as you wished, Mr. Zoran. With the support of our lovely Zora, I managed to surpass myself!" Tahier patted Zora's slender bottom, which flinched at the touch. All day, she'd felt uncomfortable in the cook's presence. But he'd left her alone, instead constantly arguing with Emilija, the eldest of the maids. Zora sensed that trouble was still looming for her roommate.

Tahier placed the wine bottles on the table and reached for a decanter waiting on a dresser.

"I've found some special treasures in the master's wine cellar. I must say, he has truly excellent taste. How about this Magija (apricot brandy), at least 10 years old, as an aperitif?"
Zoran nodded to Tahier, and he poured a generous sip of the liqueur into the glasses provided for each guest.

"Cheers! Here's to a special evening!" Zoran offered a toast and wanted to raise a glass to Basile. Basile hesitated for a moment. Normally, she rarely drank alcohol. But if she refused now, who knows how Zoran would react?

With pointed fingers, the hostess took the glass in front of her and gently clinked it with Zoran. He emptied his glass in one gulp, a look of enjoyment creeping across his face, while Basile only cautiously sipped hers.

Filip and Luka also clinked glasses, obviously enjoying the truly delicious apricot schnapps as a warm-up, while Sergeji left his glass completely untouched. He wanted to keep a clear head, and the more his "hosts" drank, the more chance he might have to turn the evening in his favor.

"Well, that was a good start. Now show us what you're going to serve for an appetizer."

Tahier nodded to Zora. She picked up two large serving platters made of fine porcelain that were on the serving cart and placed them on the table.
"First, we'll have pasulj Čorba (a Serbian bean soup) to warm things up. Then we'll have grilled peppers topped with feta, served with fresh white bread, just as requested."
Zora filled the soup bowls placed in front of the guests with a large ladle. A hearty aroma spread through the room, and Zoran and his bodyguards, who were obviously quite hungry, dug into their soup bowls, while Basile and Sergeji also timidly sipped the soup with their spoons. Meanwhile, Tahier poured a semi-dry Rubin Car Lazar (Serbian red wine) into the wine glasses to complement it.

"Absolutely delicious, dear Tahier. Just the right spice to start a hot evening!" laughed Zoran, pushing the soup bowl aside and reaching for the grilled peppers.

After the appetizer had disappeared into the hungry mouths of the Serbian soldiers, Zora cleared the table and disappeared with Tahier toward the kitchen to fetch and serve the main course that was waiting there.

Meanwhile, Zoran tried to start a conversation with Basile, the landlady, while Filip kept a close eye on Sergeji, one hand ready next to his revolver. Filip didn't trust the landlady. Even though they outnumbered him, Filip suspected the man was just waiting for a suitable opportunity to extricate himself from this predicament. Filip therefore decided to take only a few sips of the alcohol at a time, to be prepared in case Sergeji was actually up to something.

Zoran complimented the landlady. About the furnishings of the manor, which demonstrated its owner's good taste. About the wonderful silk dress she was wearing. About the artistic hairstyle Filip had conjured from her long hair.

Embarrassed, the woman thus addressed accepted the compliments, while out of the corner of her eye she watched her husband, who was sitting next to her, blush with anger.
She briefly placed a calming hand on his knee to let him know that he should control himself. At least for the moment. Because she, too, suspected that her husband wanted to do something about this unpleasant situation for both of them. And she would do anything to support him in his endeavor. So she agreed—albeit reluctantly—to talk to Zoran. Always with the ulterior motive of not doing anything that might arouse his anger.

The door to the dining room opened again, and Tahier and the red-haired Zora pushed the fully loaded serving cart into the room.

"Voila, the main course. First, we have Ćevapčići (an absolute classic in Serbian cuisine. These small, grilled minced meat rolls are made from a mixture of beef and pork, seasoned with spices like garlic and paprika. They are traditionally served with pita bread, onions, and ajvar, a spicy pepper and eggplant sauce. Ćevapčići are a must for lovers of meaty delights ).
Then there is burek (burek is a popular Serbian pastry made from thin puff pastry and filled with various fillings. The most common fillings are minced meat, spinach, or cheese. The pastry is cut into large round or rectangular pieces and can be enjoyed as a main course or snack). Ajvar is also a must (ajvar is a delicious pepper and eggplant sauce that is widely used in Serbian cuisine). This spicy sauce is made from grilled bell peppers, eggplant, garlic, and olive oil. Ajvar is often served as a side dish to meat dishes like cevapi or pljeskavica, but can also be enjoyed as a dip or spread. The combination of sweet bell peppers and creamy eggplant makes ajvar an essential ingredient in Serbian cuisine.

"Tahier, you're a gem! Everything looks absolutely enchanting. And the smell alone makes your mouth water!"

Tahier blushed under Zoran's praise.

"But now you've earned the promised reward. Go back to your little brat and tame her. This pretty redhead here will make sure we don't lack for anything. And we'll take care of dessert ourselves, but I already told you that."
Zoran winked promisingly at Tahier and his bodyguards, which Basile noticed. And she wondered uncomfortably what he meant by that remark...

"Okay, my robin, show us what you two beauties have prepared for us. I, for one, am far from full!" Zoran grinned suggestively in Basile's face, which sent goosebumps down her arms.
Zoran and his bodyguards tucked into the sumptuous meal with great gusto, while Basile and her husband continued to tuck in hesitantly.

Zoran and Luka also seemed to enjoy the wine, as the two repeatedly reached for the bottles provided to refill their glasses. Sergeji took note of this attentively...

After the meal, Luka leaned back contentedly and belched loudly.

"Luka, you won't forget your manners, will you? Didn't I teach you not to burp like that in the presence of noble people?" Zoran reprimanded his bodyguard, who immediately apologized for his inappropriate behavior.

"That was a truly delicious meal! Please remind me to give Tahier an extra reward for this. And you, my dove, please clear the table first. And then sit down with us and have a sip of red wine before we get to dessert."

Zora began clearing the table and stacking the used dishes on the serving cart. If she had already felt uncomfortable in Tahier's presence, this was now made even more so by the fact that she was now virtually alone with Zoran and his two bodyguards, as well as the landowners. Zora hadn't been at the estate for long and barely knew the two, having exchanged only a few words with them. But she, too, recognized how displeased they were with the current situation.

"My dear, I hope you enjoyed what our cook prepared for us..." Zoran couldn't say anything more because a piercing female scream suddenly sounded from the upper floor of the manor.

"What the hell...?" Sergeji jumped up from his chair when he heard the scream. And his wife, sitting between him and Zoran, turned deathly pale.

"Stay seated!" Filip had grabbed his revolver from beside him, cocked the hammer, and pointed the barrel at Sergeji, his finger on the trigger.
Visibly reluctant, Sergeji sat back down in his chair. "May I ask what's going on?" he turned to Zoran.

"Oh, right, I completely forgot to tell you that we've had another guest staying here since this evening. I hope you won't mind if I didn't ask you beforehand. I would have liked to invite the lady and her two companions to dinner as well. But for one thing, Tahier didn't know we'd be having even more visitors. And for another, I don't think our new guest would have been able to attend this excellent dinner."

Not only the house owners, but also Filip and Luka looked at Zoran with questioning eyes.

"Should I tell you the story?" Filip and Luka nodded, while Basile suspected something bad.

"Well, after we left for a little 'business trip' this morning, we came across a Bosnian warehouse where several farmers were busy selling and bartering their produce. Of course, we couldn't miss this opportunity; after all, our men's stomachs also need to be filled with food."
Zoran paused briefly before continuing.

"Unfortunately, it turned out that the farmers weren't alone at the warehouse. A handful of Bosnian soldiers had hidden in a small nearby forest to ensure the farmers' safety. Unfortunately for them, they were a bit inattentive." Zoran laughed maliciously.

"Well, anyway, there wasn't much left of the guys. But as it turns out, the men weren't alone. They had two female soldiers with them and assigned them as guards. Which was their luck—or bad luck, depending on how you look at it. In any case, my men were able to capture the women. Two attractive girls, as it turned out later. Darko and his men, in any case, had already had their fun with one of them in the camp. They'll surely be happy to tell you about their conquest later..."

Once again, Zoran paused, full of meaning, before continuing his report in a gloomy voice.
"Unfortunately for some of our men, the Bosnians also had a sniper in their ranks, who – initially invisible to us – had taken up his observation post on a high perch. From there, after we had killed his comrades in the grove, he shot five of my men and seriously injured some of us before we discovered his hiding place and were able to take him out. But don't worry, he survived the incident. For now..."

Again, Zoran was silent for a moment, looking Basile in the eyes.

"As it turned out, the sniper was actually a woman, something none of us seriously expected. Obviously a good shot, otherwise she would never have been able to kill and injure so many of us.
Well, anyway, Bogdan, my most experienced scout, managed to take her out in her hiding place and capture her. Unfortunately, she took quite a beating, and we had to drag her here unconscious. It would have been a shame to just let her die there in the woods. She was far too pretty for that. And we also wanted to question her about the location of other troops of your soldiers."

Basil began to shift restlessly in her chair. And Sergei's resentment against the Serbian soldiers continued to grow. He would have loved to have his submachine gun, which hung in the weapons cabinet in his study, in his hands and simply mow down his guards. Unfortunately, that was just wishful thinking. But who knows, maybe he'd still get the chance to avenge his fallen compatriots and free the captured women. Perhaps his own troops were already on their way to the estate to capture Zoran and his men. Or better yet, kill them outright. Because such beasts deserved no mercy.

Another piercing scream sounded from the upper floor. This time even louder, even more painful than the first time.

"Well, it seems to me Bogdan and Milan have already begun the 'interrogation.' Lucky them. Well, they certainly deserve it. I wish them both the best of luck with their endeavor!"


Basil felt sick at the thought of what was happening up there in one of the bedrooms. She, too, had heard of the atrocities that Serbian soldiers, especially those from the paramilitary units, committed against their prisoners. Especially against women.

"Would you like a drink of water, Your Grace? You look so pale!" Concerned, Zoran handed the landowner a glass of water, which she gratefully accepted. Only shortly afterward, he heard another scream, this time much weaker than the previous ones.

After Bogdan had shattered all the fingers in both hands of the sniper with the poker, causing her to fall unconscious again, he and Milan had thrown Jelana onto the large bed in the bedroom.

Bogdan looked at his victim without pity. No, he had no pity for this woman who had killed or injured his comrades. And who had actually tried to cut off his cock with a knife! He would punish her separately for that. And he was especially looking forward to that. But at the moment, it looked as if the poor woman would probably remain unconscious for a while.

"I'm getting hungry. And not just for this gorgeous woman here. My stomach is already growling loudly. See if you can find us something to eat and drink in the kitchen. I'll take good care of our darling here in the meantime. She certainly won't run away from us!" Bogdan urged his companion.

"All right. But keep your hands off her. I want to be there when we see what little treasure is hiding under that ugly uniform!" Milan replied before heading to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Bogdan took a closer look at the prisoner's face for the first time. Yes, despite the injuries on her face, it was clear that she was still a fairly young, pretty woman. Bogdan wondered what had driven her to train as a sniper, of all things. And apparently quite successfully.
Another glance was directed at the sniper's battered hands. No, she would never be able to touch a rifle or a knife with those hands again. That was out of the question, even if she received medical treatment soon. Bogdan had struck too brutally and accurately with the poker for that. Nevertheless, he wanted to make sure that this brat couldn't cause any more trouble for either of them.

Bogdan looked around the room, searching for something with which to tie her hands. And quickly found something suitable. The cords that tied the curtains at the windows were certainly tight enough to keep the sniper at bay.
With a quick move, Bogdan loosened the fasteners and then returned to the bed. He pulled the sniper's arms together above her head and tied them to the bedposts with the cords. He sat on the woman's stomach to make it easier to fasten the cords.

As he sat on top of her, feeling her warm body beneath him, something began to stir in his pants. Bogdan felt his cock slowly but surely getting hard. How it throbbed in his pants. And saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought of what he might do to the little girl.

Where the hell was Milan! He had promised to wait for him, but his impatience grew and grew, and he could barely control himself to finally strip the woman beneath him of her clothes. And then to...

Just as Bogdan was about to reach for the sniper's uniform jacket, the bedroom door opened and Milan returned, laden with food and two bottles of vodka.

"Didn't you want to wait until I got back?"

Annoyed, Milan placed the things he'd brought with him on the table.

"Don't worry, I was just making sure the little girl wouldn't cause us any more trouble. I really think she's capable of anything!"
Bogdan climbed off the woman, stood up, grabbed one of the bottles of vodka Milan had brought with him, and took a deep drink.

One glance at the bed was enough for Milan to realize that their prey would probably remain unconscious for a while. So he took a sip of vodka, grabbed one of the loaves of bread he'd brought with him, and tore off a piece. Then, with his knife, he cut several slices of ham from his souvenirs. "Let's fortify ourselves first. It's sure to be a long night!" Milan grinned.
"Do you know what the boss is doing down there in the dining room?" Bogdan asked him.

"I have no idea. Even Filip and Luka don't know anything. And our cook only told me that he had to prepare a big dinner. Strangely enough, though, without dessert!"
Milan shook his head. "Well, you've known Zoran long enough. He'll know what he's up to."

Milan and Bogdan tucked in and fortified themselves with the food they'd brought with them until they finally leaned back, satisfied and full.
"Well, she could finally come around. She can't pretend to be unconscious all day. I want to finally have some fun too. Shall we wake her up?" Bogdan nodded toward the bed.
"Yes, you're right. Maybe she'll wake up if we start playing with her!"

Milan got up and strolled over to the bed, sitting on one side next to the unconscious woman, while Bogdan picked up one of the knives from the floor that the sniper had hidden in her boots and used to attack him.

With a fingertip, he tested the knife's sharpness. "She would have easily cut me to pieces with that if I hadn't noticed in time. But good, now we'll cut her out of her uniform."
Bogdan sat down on the other side of the bed.

Milan lightly patted Jelena's face. To no avail. The pain had probably driven her back into a deep unconsciousness. Which was perhaps a good thing for her.
"Well then, let's see what we've caught here!" Bogdan took the knife in his right hand and ran the tip up the Bosnian woman's uniform jacket to the first button.
Snap! After a quick, quick cut with the knife, the first button fell unsteadily onto the bed.

Snap, snap, snap! In a flash, Bogdan had removed the remaining buttons, allowing him to open the uniform jacket that had previously been stretched across the unconscious woman's chest. Beneath, a gray, cotton undershirt appeared.

Since Bogdan had tied Jelena's hands to the bedposts, the two couldn't simply take off her uniform jacket. But that wasn't a problem for Bogdan. Thanks to the sharp knife, it was no trouble for him to cut the jacket open at the sleeves so wide that the jacket fell onto the bed by itself, where he could pull it out from under Jelena's body.
The two Serbs looked at Jelana curiously. Small but apparently firm breasts were visible beneath the gray undershirt. The nipples barely showed through the fabric, which wasn't surprising, though. In this state, Jelena was certainly not sexually aroused.

Milan began fiddling with Jelena's sturdy uniform trousers. First, he unzipped the heavy leather belt, then the zipper. He pulled the trousers down over her narrow hips to her knees before grabbing the trousers at her legs and pulling them over her ankles.

Long, slender, and tanned legs were revealed. Milan whistled in appreciation.
"We've made a great catch! This little girl is top-notch!"

Bogdan nodded, too. At the sight that now greeted him, his cock had tried to expand to its full glory in his trousers. In vain, the trousers didn't offer enough room. But Bogdan was able to remedy that. He briefly rose from the bed, unzipped his own uniform trousers, and quickly pulled them off. Since he wasn't wearing any underwear (that would have been a waste of time for him), a thick cock immediately emerged, protruding from a tuft of dark hair. And to make himself even more comfortable, Bogdan also took off his uniform jacket and thick socks, so that he was now sitting next to the bed wearing only an undershirt.

"You're right, we should make ourselves as comfortable as possible before we devote our full attention to this gem!" Milan also began to undress. Unlike Bogdan, however, he took off all his clothes until he was standing completely naked next to the bed.

"Well, let's see what the rest of our beauty looks like. I'm curious to see her tits!"

Bogdan sat on Jelena's stomach, grabbed her undershirt with his heavy hands, and with a powerful tug, he ripped it in half. Another grab, and then Jelena's breasts lay completely naked before him.

Bogdan had to take a deep breath at the sight that now greeted him. Small, firm, seamlessly tanned breasts thrust towards him. "How did she manage to get such a seamless tan as a soldier?" Bogdan wondered. Then his attention was diverted, for something began to stir beneath him. The sniper's head moved slowly back and forth. And then she finally opened her eyes.

Jelena felt a heavy pressure on her thighs as she began to awaken from unconsciousness. Still completely dazed, she tried to slowly move her head back and forth, which she managed with difficulty. Where was she? What had happened?

She carefully opened her eyes. And looked straight into a bearded face grinning at her.

All at once, the memory returned. And with it, the horror!

She remembered sitting in the tree stand, shooting one Serb after another. She had fired as expertly as a machine until suddenly a loud explosion sounded and she fell into the depths. She remembered waking up after what seemed like a long time in a strange room, where two Serbian soldiers were watching over her. How she had reached for the knives hidden in her boots to stab at least one of those bastards before they could carry out their plan to rape her. And then came the memory of the moment when this bearded man, now sitting over her, had ruthlessly shattered her fingers one by one with a heavy poker.

And with this memory, the pain returned. Brutally and mercilessly, it shot through her body, and a loud scream escaped her involuntarily.

Bogdan laughed when he realized that the sniper lying beneath him had woken up and apparently remembered what he had done to her. And that was just the beginning of what he had planned for her.

"Well, sweetheart, it's about time you woke up. We thought you'd miss the whole thing!" With these words, he grabbed Jelena's breasts and squeezed them tightly with his paws, taking her small nipples between his thick fingers and twisting them until Jelena screamed again. This time even louder than before.

"Yes, go ahead and scream, I like women who are loud during sex!" Bogdan was clearly enjoying the situation he was in. Yes, now he was going to show this bitch how to handle women like her.
Again he picked up the knife he had placed next to him on the bed. He let the blade slide between Jelena's breasts down to her navel, leaving a thin red line. Bogdan had applied just enough pressure to avoid cutting the skin. He still wanted to savor the beauty of his victim. What would become of her later, we would see.
Now he circled both nipples alternately with the tip of the knife. At the touch of the cold blade, her nipples quickly became erect. Jelena felt the blade slowly press harder against the delicate skin, and her heart began to beat faster.

Then the man above her grasped one of her nipples with his rough fingers, pulling it out. Further and further, until he almost ripped it from her body with his hands. Then he placed the tip of the knife against her nipple, pressing the blade against the pinkish skin.

"Well, darling, what do you say if I take a little souvenir from you? It's no big deal. You'll still have one. One more..." With these words, Bogdan increased the pressure of the knife, causing Jelena to scream again. But her scream quickly died down into a helpless sob as Bogdan brutally slapped her across the face.

Back in the dining room. There, those present had also heard Jelena's last cry. With mixed reactions.

"Well, I think it's about time for dessert!" Zoran drew everyone's attention back to himself.

"You must have been wondering what we'd have, especially since Tahier obviously didn't prepare anything. But that wasn't necessary, because we have everything we need right here in the room."

The prisoners looked at each other questioningly. There was nothing in the room that could have served as dessert. The remains of the main course had been piled onto the serving cart by Zora, and otherwise, there was no food left in the dining room. Not even fruit had been served.

Filip and Luka were also completely perplexed for the moment. The only thing they knew was that their boss obviously had a surprise for them. And he was known for such surprises, as they knew from the past.

"Well, dear Luka, I know you have a fondness for cream. I'm sure you'll get your money's worth here. Our little dove here will be happy to help you!" Zoran pointed to Zora, who was sitting shyly on her chair. She, too, had wondered where the dessert would come from, because when she and Tahier had prepared dinner, there had never been any mention of dessert. And certainly not of cream.

"From you, dear Filip, I also know what you like. That you're more of a fan of savory treats. You like things spicy and crunchy. Well, our dessert today might not be quite as crunchy, but I think you'll certainly enjoy it anyway!" As Zoran let his gaze slide over Sergeji at these words, Filip began to grin. He was slowly beginning to understand what kind of dessert their boss had planned for those present.

"And then that leaves just the two of us. I have something very special planned for you, Madame. First, a sweet digestif made from ripe plum wine, which I hope will warm more than just my heart. And afterward, I would like to enjoy a very special cherry with you. Ripe and sweet, perhaps with a dash of melted chocolate cream. A specialty of mine!"

Goosebumps ran all over Basile's body. Cream? Spicy and crunchy? And plum wine and cherries for her? The lady of the manor couldn't make head or tail of any of this, and her husband's face showed that he was just as perplexed as she was.

Well, the "guests" wouldn't be left in the dark for long.

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chapter 10 -Let the games begin


What follows is the beginning of a description of an evening that is truly indescribable. At least if you follow the forum rules. So I've toned down this section a bit, and some of the action is only hinted at. The reader's imagination is, of course, free to develop these scenes as they see fit...

After the main course, Zoran had sent his cook Tahier back with the comment that from now on, he could take care of the elderly maid Emilja, who had proven herself to be a truly rebellious assistant, and put her in her place.

On the way back from the manor house to the accommodation building for the maids and field workers, Tahier was visibly pleased. He had already thought of one thing or another for Emilja in his daydreams. Yes, he would show her what it meant to be under his command!

Arriving at the barracks, Tahier first took stock of the situation: apart from the soldiers on guard duty and the men in the manor house, the entire rest of the troops were apparently gathered there.
Amidst the laughter and suggestive jokes and touching of the Serbs, Aleksija, one of the two younger maids, and Stanka, the older of the two female guards whom Darko had "won" in the rock-paper-scissors contest, were in the process of placing a hearty stew on the dining tables, while Emilja filled more large bowls with the stew. As Tahier observed, she contemptuously spat into the soup bowls several times. She obviously thought she was unobserved, given how freely she acted.
For Tahier, this was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Unnoticed by Emilija, he stepped behind her. And just as she was about to spit in the soup again, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

"You filthy Bosnian whore! What are you doing!"

Tahier turned Emilija around so that she had to look him in the face. "This soup is far too good for you murderers and rapists. A little spice would do it good..."
Tahier glowed with anger, and his tone became harsher, so that some of the Serbian soldiers sitting at the tables began to look up from their soup bowls. The two women who were serving the soldiers also noticed Tahier and Emilija.

Tahier grabbed the large ladle Emilija was holding, filled it with soup from the large pot still hanging over the stove, and poured it directly onto Emilija's half-naked feet.
Emilija screamed loudly, for the soup was boiling hot, and blisters quickly formed on her feet. Desperately, she tried to cool them with cold water. But to no avail. Tahier had ordered two of the men sitting at the table to stand up and hold the maid by her arms and legs so she couldn't cause any more trouble.

"You've been causing us nothing but trouble all day!" Tahier barked at the maid. "It's about time someone taught you some manners!" he continued, ignoring how the maid was struggling in the arms of Tahier's comrades.

Tahier looked around. Several large and small kitchen knives lay around the kitchen, just waiting to be used again for cooking. Or for whatever.
The cook picked up one of the medium-sized knives, checked its sharpness, and nodded approvingly before placing the knife in the embers of the stove, which stood in the middle of the kitchen.

As the knife heated in the blazing heat of the oven, Tahier ripped open her blouse all the way to her navel with a powerful tug. He examined her two breasts and her stomach, still firm and unwrinkled despite her age. Yes, Emilija was still quite presentable, and Tahier quickly grabbed her wide trousers to rip them off as well, which he also managed effortlessly. But this time, Emilija began to rage and struggle against the two Serbs who were holding her. "You cowardly pigs! Apparently you can only prove your courage against defenseless women!" she screeched. "And you fat asshole are the most treacherous bastard of all!" she hurled all sorts of insults at Tahier.

That was finally enough for Tahier. "You will pay for this! You will never utter such words again! Make sure she opens her mouth and prevents her from closing it again!" he instructed the two soldiers who were still holding Emilija by the arms.

Both obeyed Tahier without question and were curious to see what Tahier had planned for the witch.

Meanwhile, the dining hall had fallen silent. The other soldiers had noticed that Tahier and Emilija had gotten into an argument and that Tahier was now obviously about to impose a punishment.

Tahier reached for another kitchen knife. He reached into the old witch's open mouth with his left hand. Then, with his right hand, he pulled out her tongue and cut it out with a swift slash. He held it up triumphantly for everyone in the hall to see before carelessly throwing it to the floor and trampling on it with his boots. Then he grabbed Emilija's chin, from which blood was pouring. "You won't insult anyone again with your foul mouth. But don't worry, I'm not finished with you yet!"

Tahier reached for the knife he had placed in the embers earlier. The blade glowed fiery red as he pulled it out of the oven. "Open her mouth again!" he demanded of the two comrades holding Emilija. Then he rammed the red-hot knife deep into her throat to cauterize the bleeding wound. After all, he didn't want the old witch to bleed to death. No, she was far too precious for that, and the evening was still long.

With skill, Tahier managed to treat her tongue in such a way that the bleeding almost stopped quickly. A smell of burnt flesh wafted through the kitchen, but that didn't seem to bother anyone. Then Tahier forced Emilija to her knees and grabbed her long hair with one hand. With his other hand, he unzipped his pants, opened them, and pulled out a meaty cock, which he shoved without further ado into Emilija's bloody mouth. In and out, in and out, over and over again, ignoring Emilija's attempts to scream. And it wasn't long before he shoved his cum deep into her still slightly bleeding throat.

Tahier waited until every last drop of his semen had dripped from his cock, only then did he pull his now blood-soaked piece of meat out of Emilija's throat and force her to swallow the blood-tinged semen down to the last drop.

He gave her a careless push, so that she fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

"She's yours. Do with her as you wish!" Tahier told his comrades before wiping his blood-soaked cock on a kitchen towel, tucking it back into his pants, grabbing a jug of wine, and sitting down at the kitchen table. There he watched with relish as the two soldiers who had just held Emilija ripped the rest of her clothes off her body. They abused her breasts. They unceremoniously spread her legs so that the first of them could ruthlessly penetrate her dry slit, while the second dug his teeth into her nipple.

Then all hell broke loose in the dining room. Tahier's words would be the starting signal for a brutal gang rape. The remaining soldiers, who had just been sipping their soup, attacked Aleksija, the second maid who had just served the stew.

Darko, who had anticipated this, grabbed Stanka, the older of the two female guards they had captured at the warehouse, into his arms. "You still belong to me! And I promised you that you would receive special treatment from me!"

The medical soldiers to whom he had handed Stanka over for treatment after returning to the estate had done a good job. Apart from a few bruises, there was no indication that not only Darko, but also several other soldiers had abused and raped her in the warehouse.

"It's too loud here. We'll find a quieter place!" Darko grabbed Stanka by the arm and pulled her out of the servants' quarters. Once outside, he pushed her toward a wooden bench, which, together with a table and another bench, formed an outdoor seating area.

"This is the perfect spot for us two beauties. Here we won't be disturbed, and I can give you my full attention in peace!"
When Darko laughed maliciously, Stanka flinched in fear. This Darko had already proven himself to be the meanest of the soldiers during the rapes in the warehouse, and Stanka could imagine that the "special treatment" he had promised her would be even more brutal.

And sure enough, Darko threw his victim onto the table and, without much ado, tore off all her clothing. He slapped her full breasts with his huge paws, kneading them, twisting her nipples between his chunky fingers until she cried out in pain. He didn't just insult her, calling her a Bosnian whore who from now on would only exist to receive Serbian semen until she became pregnant and ensure the spread of the Serbian heritage. No, Darko continued to ravage her body with the worst insults he could think of. He pushed his fingers into her unready pussy and roughly poked around inside with his fingers. He became furious because, although Stanka cried out loudly in pain, her pussy remained completely dry.
"Don't you like the way I caress you?" Darko growled in her ear as he again abused one of her nipples, almost tearing it off her breast.

"Whatever, I wasn't planning on fucking your cunt again, where my comrades had already squirted their cum. After all, you have another hole that interests me much more!"
Darko grabbed Stanka by the hips and with a brutal tug, he turned her onto her stomach so that her legs dangled off the table and she now presented him with her pale ass.
"That looks much better!" Darko roughly ripped her ass cheeks apart so wide that he had an excellent view of both her brown asshole and her pussy.
Stanka thought her ass was being ripped apart, Darko had pulled her buttocks apart so tightly. She heard him gasp with pleasure, felt his hard hands squeeze her buttocks, then pull them apart again, and flinched when Darko suddenly brought his hands down on her buttocks with a loud slap until they burned like fire. Only to feel something else on her ass shortly afterward. Something tender and wet, trying to penetrate her tight hole.

For a moment, Stanka wondered what it was. It took a long moment before she realized it was Darko's tongue circling her asshole, moistening it. She felt him trying to push the tip of his tongue into the hole.
She was disgusted. She'd never had anal sex before. Her boyfriend had tried to penetrate her back there once. But she'd rejected him. Firstly, because in her mind, it was a dirty business, something women weren't made for. Secondly, because her boyfriend had a rather long and thick penis, and she was afraid that he would rip her open if he tried to penetrate her, which would certainly have been very painful.

Darko was different: for him, there was nothing hotter than literally tearing open a woman's ass. Even during consensual sex, he preferred women's back doors, simply because they were much tighter than the front hole and because he could usually penetrate deeper there. The mere thought of anal sex could excite him at any time of day or night. And now he had the opportunity to fuck the ass of an enemy woman. For him, that meant he didn't have to consider whether he would cause her pain or not. Quite the opposite: the more painful it was for this Bosnian whore, the more it would excite him. And he certainly wouldn't fuck her in the ass just once that evening. The night was long, and Darko was already curious to see how long she could endure being fucked by his giant cock. She certainly wouldn't be the first woman to faint from the pain.

Darko positioned Stanka for the upcoming anal fuck. The wooden table was just the right height for him. This would allow him to stand upright while he rammed his cock into her ass. Full of anticipation, he opened his pants, pulled them off, and let his hard cock slide completely unhindered between the ass cheeks of the woman lying before him.
With his fingers, Darko felt for Stanka's tender asshole. Yes, his tongue had already moistened it, but it was still too dry to push his hard cock inside without hurting himself. So Darko spat several times on the dark hole, rubbed the slimy fluid into Stanka's mysterious tightness, and stretched it with his clumsy fingers until he felt that was enough to allow him to penetrate. Then he placed his thick, shiny red glans right in the middle of the now slightly open hole.

Back to the servants' quarters. There was a great commotion there by now. Almost all of the soldiers were walking around with their pants open and their cocks dangling out. Some of them had obviously already violated at least one of the two women, because semen was running from the tips of their cocks.

Two of them were trying to push both of their cocks into Emilija's still bleeding mouth at the same time. Aleksija, on the other hand, was being lifted onto the cock of a soldier lying on his back, amid loud yells and laughter, while another soldier took off his pants and pushed his cock, ready for a fuck, against her ass from behind. The two wanted to treat themselves to a “sandwich,” as they called it.

But what about Malina, the younger of the two female guards, who had been captured by the Serbs at the warehouse and whom Ivo, the young sergeant major, had won as a prize in a competition with Darko?

Ivo and his three friends had taken Malina into their midst as they sat down to dinner in the servants' quarters. Ivo had clearly taken Malina to his heart and wanted to avoid her being teased, groped, and fondled by the other soldiers like the other women while the stew was being served.

Ivo had also spoken to his friends before dinner. They had all agreed that Malina was destined for Ivo alone, as he had deservedly won her over Darko at rock-paper-scissors. And Ivo wasn't the type of soldier who would simply rape women, even if they were his opponents, and take what was rightfully his as the victor. No, Ivo and his friends were different from the rest of the troop in that respect. Yes, he wanted this Malina, the young, pretty soldier. He wanted sex with her. But not in the brutal, violent way.

When they saw what Tahier was doing to Emilija, Malina felt sick. She noticed how the other soldiers were egging Tahier on, how they applauded how he treated the oldest of the maids. And she feared—certainly not without reason—that she, too, would become a victim of the Serbian soldiers that evening. Thanks to Ivo, she had been spared any harassment so far. But the atmosphere in the room was becoming increasingly tense, and it was probably only a matter of time before the soldiers became uninhibited enough to attack the women in the room. And thus her, too, because Malina didn't believe that Ivo was any different from the other soldiers, even though he had always been gallant towards her.
But Malina was wrong. Ivo watched what was happening in the room with concern. He saw Tahier ruthlessly cut out the old witch's tongue. How he shoved the red-hot knife into her mouth. And when Tahier opened his trousers, Ivo signaled to his three comrades, and they discreetly left the hall with Malina.

When they got outside, they looked at each other and shook their heads. No, except for Ivo, they were all good family men who had joined the militia shortly before the war broke out. They hadn't done anything wrong so far, and what was going on in the hall disgusted them.

Ivo looked around the estate. He noticed a shed that was obviously used as a hay storage facility.

"You three relieve the guards and do your rounds while I go to the hayloft with Malina." Those addressed nodded and relieved the previous guards, who enthusiastically ran into the servants' quarters to join in the proceedings.
Ivo grabbed the terrified and confused Malina by the arm and pulled her to the hay shed.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you if you behave sensibly." Somewhat relieved, Malina followed Ivo into the shed. Once there, Ivo looked for a corner where the hay wasn't stacked in bales, but spread out on the ground. He sat down and, with a gesture, encouraged Malina to do the same.
Hesitantly, Malina sat down as well. She didn't know what this Ivo wanted from her. But apparently, he didn't intend to rape her, otherwise he wouldn't have treated her so considerately all day.

Ivo hesitated for a moment, not quite sure how to begin. Yes, he openly admitted to himself that he liked the pretty Bosnian woman. That he'd even fallen a little bit in love with her, even though he didn't really know her well. And that he'd like to have sex with her, sleep with her. But not in the brutal way the others did. No, Ivo, with his almost naive innocence, wanted Malina to sleep with him voluntarily. To give herself to him without him having to use force.

Ivo moved closer to Malina, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. He noticed how she flinched at the touch, but didn't try to move further away from him. "Malina, I'm sorry about what's happening to your comrades right now. I don't condone it at all. But we're at war. And these men haven't had a woman in quite some time. And you are our prisoners of war. Our booty. Arkan, our great leader, promised them that if women fell into their hands, they could consider them their spoils of war and do with them as they pleased."
Malina put her hands over her face as Ivo tried to explain the soldiers' behavior to her. Yes, it was war, and cruel things sometimes happen in wars. But Malina never imagined that she herself would one day be in such danger.

With her eyes closed, she felt Ivo move closer to her, his arm now completely around her shoulders, pulling her close. She felt his warm body and wondered what Ivo was planning.
Well, Ivo gathered all his courage, lifted Malina's face, and looked into her dark brown eyes. "Malina, you saw how I won you in the game with Darko in the warehouse. And you also saw what happened to your comrade."

Ivo swallowed and nodded before continuing.
"As the winner, I would have the right to treat you the same way Darko did. And my comrades would also be allowed to do the same after me..." Ivo's voice trailed off.
After a while, he continued quietly. "Malina, I desire you! But I don't want to be like the others. I want us both to make love together..." Ivo fell silent again. "Make love!"
Now it was finally out of his mouth. He waited anxiously for Malina's reaction.

She hesitated. Thoughts swirled around in her head. Yes, she had noticed that this Ivo was somehow different from the others. But his confession still confused her, and with her eyes closed, she let herself fall back into the hay. Ivo looked at the young woman lying before him. And his desire grew. Yes, he wanted her, here and now.

His hands approached the linen blouse Malina was wearing. His hands trembling with excitement, Ivo began to undo one button after another of the blouse until it fell apart, revealing Malina's breasts. Breasts that were firm but not too full. Breasts whose areolas shimmered darkly at Ivo, and from which large nipples protruded, erect in the fresh air.
Malina clasped her hands over her breasts in shame to hide them from Ivo's gaze. Meanwhile, he had begun to very slowly pull Malina's skirt down, over her slender, smooth thighs, over her knees, and down her lower legs.

Ivo took off Malina's shoes before finally pulling the skirt off her legs. Now Malina lay completely naked before him, and he could observe her in peace. I noticed that her pubic area was only slightly hairy. Apparently, Malina trimmed her bush to a comfortable length without completely shaving her pussy.
Ivo liked what he saw, and he bent down toward Malina. He carefully pulled her arms aside, exposing her young breasts completely bare before him.

Hesitantly, he bent down. He kissed Malina on the cheeks, letting his lips linger for a while on her motionless mouth before continuing down to her breasts.

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chapter 11 - The desserts


In the manor's dining room, Zoran had tacitly explained to his guests and his two bodyguards that a very special dessert would be waiting for them all.

Luka was supposed to start: "Now, my faithful Luka, as a reward for your services so far, you may present the first course of the dessert." Zoran approached the red-haired Zora and gently touched her long, fiery red hair.

"I'm sure our pretty red-haired beauty will be delighted to share this fresh cream specialty with you!"

Luka smiled mysteriously at his boss's words. Yes, he understood what he expected of him. And he certainly appreciated being the first of those present to serve an dessert.
Zoran grabbed the redhead by the arm, pulled her up, and pushed her around the table to Luka. He took both of Zora's hands and looked into her pretty face, while Zoran sat down next to Basile again.

Basile still had no idea what was about to happen. All she heard were the words "cream" and "whipped cream," which were about to be served. But there was no sign of cream anywhere! A queasy feeling crept over her. Rightly so, as it turned out.

Luka held Zora with one hand while he gently ran the fingertips of his other hand over Zora's lips. Involuntarily, she pressed them tighter. She, too, had no idea what was about to happen, but she knew it was certainly not something she would truly appreciate. The Serbian soldiers were known as barbarians who never missed an opportunity to plunder, murder—and rape women. Inwardly, she was already preparing herself for the fact that she, too, would soon be violated and began to tremble. Goosebumps spread across her bare arms.

"Are you cold, my love?" Luka asked when he noticed this. "Well, then we urgently need to do something about it!" he grinned cheekily into Zora's face. Slowly, he let both hands slide down Zora's dress. Over her shoulders to her breasts, over her stomach, one hand pressed against Zora's private parts, causing her to tightly close her thighs.

"Don't worry, my love, I won't touch you down there. I'll leave that to others later. I have a completely different preference! Would you be so kind as to kneel before me?"
With her eyes closed, Zora obeyed this request and slowly knelt before Luka. Luka ran both hands through her red hair. "Magnificent, that red mane. It must have taken a long time for it to grow this long!" Then he wrapped a thick strand of hair around his left hand and pulled on it, forcing Zora to lift her head and look into his face.

"And now, my dear, would you please be so kind as to unfasten my trousers?" Luka demanded of the woman kneeling before him. She wanted to refuse, but as Luka tightened his grip on her hair, she hesitantly reached for the belt on the Serb's uniform trousers. Reluctantly, she unfastened it, for now she had an inkling of what was to come.
"Good girl!" Luka praised her. "Now go on. Pull my trousers down, and then my underwear too!"

Zora began to tremble more and more. So now it was going to happen. This man was going to rape her, even if it probably wouldn't be done in the way men normally rape women.
Basile watched the scene with disgust. She, too, had now realized what was about to happen and turned her head away, toward her husband, who was sitting at her side, watching the scene with a bright red face. His resentment toward his captors grew, but still no opportunity had arisen for him to even attempt to defend himself against them.

"But no, my dear, you don't want to miss this wonderful spectacle that our good Luka is about to present to you, do you? It would be a shame; you'll probably never get another opportunity like this!" came the voice of the leader of this gang of villains from her other side. He grabbed one of her hands, pulled her closer, and began to gently stroke it with his other hand. And by squeezing it harder and harder, he indicated to her that she should turn her gaze back to Luka and Zora. Which she reluctantly did.

Luka had meanwhile tightened his grip on Zora's hair so much that she cried out softly.
"I said, pull down my pants and then my underwear! Or should I help you?" Luka clenched his free hand threateningly into a fist and held it in front of Zora's face.

"And now start sucking. But slowly, I want to enjoy it before you get to taste my cream!"

By now, everyone present knew what Zoran had meant by whipped cream for dessert. And Basile felt great pity for Zora. The girl had served the farm well so far and didn't deserve to be abused like this. She turned to Zoran: "Please, can't you stop this? She's still far too young to..."

Zoran didn't let her finish. "Well, my dear, I greatly appreciate your efforts. But believe me: I deliberately chose this beauty for my good Luka because I know he would never seriously hurt her. If I had left her with the other soldiers in the servants' quarters, she certainly wouldn't look so pretty now!" With a nod, he signaled to Luka to continue his treatment.
He began to push his cock deeper and faster into Zora's mouth until she began to gag. "Don't puke all over my cock!" Luka snapped at her, but then he slowed down, making it a little more bearable for Zora.

Slowly but surely, Luka could no longer suppress his horniness. His cum began to rise inside him. Zora seemed to sense this too, and disgusted, she tried to free herself from her counterpart's grip. She almost succeeded. But only almost. Because Filip, the second bodyguard, had jumped up from his chair, stood behind her, grabbed her head, and forced her to open her mouth wide enough so that Luka could easily push his cock deep into her throat again. Which he did with enthusiasm. And after a few thrusts, his semen shot deep into Zora's throat. She tried to spit out the disgusting broth, but the two bodyguards forced her to swallow Luka's semen.

At that moment, something happened that no one had expected.

Sergei, the master of the house, had approached the matter with reluctance, but also with a certain excitement. Yes, this Zora had long since captured his attention, and in his fantasies, he had fucked her at night, while his wife lay asleep in bed next to him. In all possible ways, including in the mouth. And now, one of his favorite fantasies was being fulfilled, and he would have gladly been in the place of the Serb abusing his maid.

At the same time, he observed how the attention of the others present was entirely focused on this scene. Even Filip, who still had his revolver on the table, forgot for the moment to pay any further attention to Sergei. Instead, he watched in fascination as his friend fucked the red-haired maid in the mouth. Although Filip didn't approve of such actions, the scene captivated him nonetheless.

Sergei didn't miss this, and he wanted to seize the opportunity to jump up, grab the revolver, and try to incapacitate their guards. At the same time, however, he hesitated, eager to watch Luka squirt his "cream" into his maid's mouth.

When Filip stood up to hold Zora's head for Luka, his chance finally arrived. He jumped up lightning fast, and at the exact moment Luka came in Zora's mouth, the master of the house grabbed the revolver. He aimed at Filip, whom he considered the most dangerous of the three Serbs at the moment. He would take out Luka, with his pants down, later. But first, he would take care of Zoran, and here he would have to be careful not to accidentally injure or even kill his wife.

Sergei pointed the revolver at Filip. Standing so close, he couldn't possibly miss. One pull of the trigger would be enough to take him out. Then, in a flash, he'd take care of the gang leader, and last but not least, he'd take care of the guy with his pants down...

With a broad grin on his face, Sergei pulled the trigger. Then he immediately turned to Zoran and fired again.

Click, click...

What Sergei didn't know: Filip had unloaded the gun before placing it next to him on the dining table. When he heard the click of the revolver, he knew it had been the right decision. He had rightly distrusted this squire. And now it was time to finally show him where the action was!

Filip took his hands off Zora's head and reached into his waistband, where he had hidden a second revolver. This time, of course, a loaded one!
With slow steps, he walked around the table toward Sergei, who still didn't quite understand why his plan had failed.

Filip stopped a step away from the squire and held the muzzle of his second revolver to the squire's temple.
"I knew you were up to something!" he whispered softly in Sergei's ear. "Well, as you can see, I was prepared for this. And I think it's about time you said goodbye to your wife!" With these words, he cocked the hammer of the revolver with a loud crack.

Only gradually did Basile grasp the situation. Everything had happened so quickly that she had barely registered what had actually happened. One moment she had watched Luka shoot his "cream" into Zora's mouth, and now the other man was standing next to her husband, holding a loaded revolver to his temple, threatening to pull the trigger and shoot him.
She jumped up from her chair, about to push the revolver aside. "No, please don't!"

But Zoran pulled her back and forced her to sit down again.

"Should I blow this guy's brains out, boss?" Filip asked, looking questioningly at Zoran.

Zoran just shook his head slightly. "You don't want to miss your dessert, do you? What you do with him then is up to you!"

For a moment, Filip thought about it. Yes, he would have loved to shoot that bastard right then and there. But then he remembered what his boss had mentioned as the second dessert: spicy, maybe not quite crisp, but that wouldn't matter. Yes, Filip didn't want to miss this opportunity. After that, he could still finish off Sergei, who was standing in front of him.

He turned his gaze to Luka, who was still standing in front of Zora, his pants down and his semi-hard cock, from which the last drops of his semen were falling onto the wooden floor. Zora had almost fainted from shock.

"Get dressed and help me before that guy tries something else. It's time I had my dessert too!"

Luka quickly pulled his pants back up, fastened his belt, and instructed Zora to sit back down at the table. And then he walked around the table to stand next to Filip.
Filip pressed Sergei's upper body firmly against the table. "Hold him tight, but so he can't move!" Which wasn't a problem for Luka. Even though he was of a rather normal build, he still had the strength of a bear, and that would be enough to pin the squire to the table.

"Spicy, but maybe not quite crunchy anymore, didn't you say, should be my dessert, boss?" Filip grinned at his boss. The boss simply nodded and wished his second bodyguard bon appetit, while again taking Basile's hand and holding it tight.

She had recovered a little after Filip had taken the revolver from her husband's head. But why would this Luka press him down on the table so that he couldn't move? Basile's thoughts raced. And soon she would see what it all meant.

... What few in Zoran's squad knew: Filip wasn't a womanizer. Quite the opposite. During peacetime, he earned good money as a gay hairdresser. Although women raved about him, he didn't care for them. No, Filip did like hot asses, but only men's asses. And even then, not regular gay sex. No, Filip regularly visited nightclubs in the Serbian underworld, where things got pretty rough. There, he always found men who willingly offered him their asses and let him abuse and fuck them.

And here, he had a unique opportunity to indulge his desires to his heart's content. And that's exactly what he was about to do...

Filip groped Sergei's ass. In fact, it was still quite presentable for his age, and Filip was looking forward to abusing and torturing him.
"Well, my sweet, let's see what you have to offer!" Filip pulled his leather belt from his trousers and began to beat the landlord's bare ass with it. No, "beat" wasn't the right word. With brutal force, he beat his victim's ass cheeks until the first bloody welts appeared, which only incited him further. While Sergei gritted his teeth during the first blows and steadfastly tried not to cry out loud, he couldn't hold out for long. With each subsequent blow, he roared loudly, and the louder he screamed, the harder Filip hit him.

When the blood flowed in streams, Filip stopped the beating. But only to spread Sergei's ass cheeks wide with his hands until his asshole was clearly visible. Then he reached into the bowl of ajvar with two fingers of his right hand. He felt for the tight asshole and, with brutal force, pushed his two fingers in all the way. An inhuman scream rang out. This was about to be surpassed when Filip rubbed first three, then four fingers with ajvar and penetrated Sergeji's asshole with them.

"Hot and juicy, that's what you meant, right?" Filip looked at his boss, who just nodded while Filip continued to mercilessly abuse Sergeji.

Basile sat motionless in shock next to Zoran, who, however, repeatedly forced her to watch this gruesome scene. He enjoyed her panicked looks as much as the tears streaming from her eyes. What had started as a fairly normal dinner began to develop more and more into a brutal drama. And the third dessert was still pending, in which she herself was apparently supposed to play the leading role. What had Zoran said: "First, a sweet digestif made from ripe plum wine, which I hope will warm more than just my heart. And then enjoy a very special cherry. Ripe and sweet, perhaps with a dash of melted chocolate cream. One of my specialties!"

Basil still couldn't imagine what Zoran had meant by that. But after the way the evening had gone so far, she had a bad feeling.

But first, back to Filip: after he had thoroughly rubbed Sergei's asshole with ajvar until it burned like hellfire, he now pulled down his own uniform trousers. A cock emerged, thick and long as a club. Anyone who met Filip on the street had no idea what he was hiding in his trousers. And it was with this very cock that he would now fuck Sergei, rape him like he had never raped any man before!

At first, he pulled a condom out of his trouser pocket and pulled it over his fully erect cock. "After all, I don't want to burn my own cock on this hot sauce!" he grinned at the others present. And then he tried to ram his cock into Sergei's asshole.

Another shrill scream rang out. But even though Filip had already stretched his ass quite a bit with his fingers, it was still too tight for Filip's monster cock. But that didn't bother him. Thrust after thrust, he penetrated deeper and deeper into the hot, tight hole. First five, then ten centimeters. For a moment, it seemed that the resistance of Sergei's asshole was too much for Filip's cock. But the tightness only seemed to challenge him more. Centimeter by centimeter, he advanced, and then, finally, it was done: his cock disappeared, its entire length, into the now wide-open asshole. And only then did the real rape of the master of the house begin. With pleasure, Filip rammed his cock in again and again, all the way to the hilt, pulled it out, inserted it again, and fucked Sergei, who by now could only moan in pain, watching the blood drip down the condom and out of Sergei's ass. This provided better lubrication.

How long did Filip fuck Sergei like that? Who knows, no one present had paid attention to the clock. In any case, it seemed an eternity to everyone until Filip finally shot his load deep inside the master of the house. Although he didn't notice it directly because of the condom, he realized from the twitching of his cock in his ass that his torturer had finally come.
Filip pulled out his cock with irritating slowness, carelessly throwing the blood-red condom onto the floor. "You can let go of him now, I think he's had enough for today!" Filip called to Luka, who had been pressing the squire's upper body onto the dining table the whole time. As soon as Luka let go of Sergeji, he slid over the edge of the table onto the floor and lay curled up.

Zoran raised his wine glass and toasted his comrades. "What a successful evening, don't you think?" Luka and Filip nodded and toasted him as well.

"And what did you save for dessert? That will surely be the highlight of the evening!" Luka asked his boss curiously.

Zorane took Basile by the arm and pulled the quietly wailing mistress of the house up from her chair.

"Well, you're right, of course, I saved the best of the evening for last. Like in every good movie, the absolute climax comes at the end!" Zoran paused briefly and lifted Basile's chin with his fingers.

"Here we have the beautiful mistress of the house. It will be my pleasure to give her an unforgettable evening. But not in the brutal way you did. No, gallant as I am, I will treat her extremely tenderly. But not in front of you. I know it would certainly be extremely unpleasant for her if you and her maid, and especially her husband, had to witness what I have planned for her. But I'll certainly make your mouth water a little." Zoran paused meaningfully again.

"Do you remember what we were supposed to have for dessert? First, there was this sweet digestive made from the best plum wine I've ever tasted. Well, the word 'plum' is quite versatile. First, in the traditional sense, it naturally means the fruit that grows on trees outside. Here, however, the plum takes on a completely different meaning. Knowing you, you certainly know that women also have plums. A very special plum. I will give her my full attention first, until the sweet juice of the overripe fruit fills my mouth."

Basile paled. Now she too realized what Zoran meant by plum wine. And the thought of it made her shudder.

"Oh yes, and then there was this tender, ripe, red cherry that I saved for last. Here, too, you surely know that the word "cherry" can have several meanings. Of course, the sweet fruit that ripens on the trees in summer. Which can quickly give you a stomachache if you eat too much of it. And then there's the woman's "cherry." Picking and snacking on it may not be to everyone's taste. But for me, the highest of all pleasures is to first lick it and then consume it. Whether with or without "chocolate sauce" doesn't matter..."
Basile felt dizzy. This guy wouldn't dare put her in...

At that moment, another loud woman's scream sounded from the upper floor, where it had been quiet the whole time.

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chapter 12 - The secret of the sniper


The scream from upstairs, which had just been heard in the dining room, was, of course, Jelena, the Bosnian sniper.

Bogdan, the Serbian scout who had practically blown her perch out from under her, was sitting on her stomach, holding one of her nipples between the fingers of his left hand, while holding his sharp hunting knife in his right hand and pressing it against Jelena's nipple.

Even though Jelena had already endured a fair amount of pain, this movement made her scream again. She knew that with her shattered hands, she no longer stood a chance against the two Serbs who were holding her captive and torturing her here in this dormitory. They would torture her to their heart's content, rape her, and ultimately either kill her—or, what would be worse, simply leave her violated and tortured to her fate.

Jelena tried to direct her thoughts in another direction. Away from current events. Perhaps this way, she would be able to bear the tortures that lay ahead more easily.

Jelena cast her mind back a few years. Back when it all began...

Even in her early teens, Jelena had discovered that she was different from most of her schoolmates. While they—in the midst of puberty—were naturally interested in the boys at school, flirted with them, and went out to parties, Jelena's interest in young men lay on a completely different plane. From childhood, she had preferred playing with her two brothers' toys and wrestling with them rather than playing with the dolls her parents had given her to play with. And the older she got, the more she realized that she would actually have much preferred being a boy than a girl.

Yes, she hung out with the boys at parties, too. But not as their female counterparts. No, she was actually a member of the boys' gang in her town. And the boys there recognized her as such. So it wasn't surprising that Jelena followed suit and was more attracted to women than to the boys in her group.

One evening, on a warm summer night on the shore of the lake near where she lived, it happened. Bored by the partying and the drinking of her friends, she sat down on the bank a little way away from the action, dreamily throwing pebbles into the water and watching the waves create waves.

Suddenly, someone sat down next to her. When she looked up, she recognized Lucia, a girl in her class who also had few friends at school. She, too, was different from the other girls and wasn't interested in boys her age.

Shortly before that evening, Jelena had turned 18. And she was still a virgin, which was quite rare for young women her age.

Lucia was also about her age. And what no one knew: she, too, hadn't had serious sex with boys. A few kisses, which, strangely enough, hadn't aroused her at all.

She'd seen a few movies on TV where women kissed and touched each other, and these scenes had always triggered something inside her that she couldn't initially explain. Until one day, she read a detailed article about lesbians in a magazine. From that moment on, it had become clear to her why she was so different from her schoolmates.

Yes, Lucia didn't long for a man, but for a woman whose shoulder she could lean on. With whom she could exchange affection. With whom she might even have sex.

Well, that evening, it happened as it seemed destined to. The two girls initially sat quietly next to each other on the lake's shore, taking turns throwing stones into the water. As dusk began to fall, they gathered dry driftwood from the shore and lit a small campfire, sitting on a large blanket while, far away from them, the party between the local boys and girls was in full swing.

Jelena had a portable CD player with her, and together they listened to music, quickly realizing that they both had the same taste in music. And as the sun slowly set behind the opposite shore of the lake, Lucia slowly but surely moved closer to Jelena, until at one point, during a really soft song, she laid her head on Jelena's shoulder.

She simply let it happen. She, too, had felt more and more attracted to Lucia over the course of the evening. She had long since realized that she was different from the others, that although she was a woman, she also felt like a man. A man who could only love a woman.

Well, it actually happened as fate had foreseen. When Jelena felt Lucia's head on her shoulder, she enjoyed the previously unknown feeling that flooded through her. Warmth, tenderness, longing, and much more ran through her mind. And so she put her arm around Lucia's shoulder, pulling her closer. And it wasn't long before their hands were clasped together as well. They began to explore each other. At first, only on the bare skin that shimmered through their clothes in the now-risen moonlight. Their lips approached, touching cautiously, almost fearfully, making both of them flinch as if struck by lightning.

And that's exactly how it was. Jelena began to explore Lucia's body further with her hands. She let them glide over her breasts, which were still hidden beneath her dress. She felt the excitement rising within her. And since Lucia made no attempt to push her fingers away, Jelena felt encouraged to explore Lucia's body further. With her fingertips, she ran down Lucia's thighs to her knees, then to her ankles. She spread her legs so she could kneel between the delicate skin. She let her fingers wander back up her legs to the white panties that shimmered in the moonlight beneath Lucia's dress. She felt the excitement that gripped them both.

Yes, and then it was time. Jelena pulled Lucia's dress down over her shoulders. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her small but firm breasts immediately revealed themselves. Jelena felt attracted to them. She carefully cupped her lips around the delicate nipples, which immediately became erect and hard under the touch, while Lucia moaned softly. They both began to embrace each other, to feel each other, to touch each other. Jelena always took the lead, which Lucia willingly allowed. And so it wasn't long before Jelena reached under Lucia's dress and pulled the skimpy white thong she was wearing down over her thighs. Then she knelt between Lucia's legs and bent down. She let her lips slide over Lucia's smoothly shaved pubic area. She pulled her labia apart with her fingers, pushing her tongue deep into the already wet slit. She first caressed her labia with her fingers before slowly pushing them into Lucia's pussy. After just a short time, she felt the resistance there, which showed her that Lucia, just like herself, was still a virgin.

Curiously, she felt Lucia's innermost being. She caressed her there, while her tongue simultaneously slid over the tender bud, offering it to her lips.

Lucia, too, enjoyed this moment. Yes, this was exactly what she had always imagined in her mind: to be pampered, licked, and fingered by another woman. And for this moment, she was ready to give Jelena everything she had denied the boys until now: her virginity! And at the exact moment Jelena had her fingers deep inside her again, Lucia arched her back, pushing her lower body as hard as she could against Jelena's fingertips. The fingertips then pierced Lucia's untouched hymen, causing Lucia to shudder with a scream of pleasure.

For a moment, Jelena wasn't quite sure what had just happened. But when she realized what Lucia had given her in that moment, the otherwise rather tough girl burst into tears...

Well, that evening was the beginning of a love affair between the two, known only to themselves. In everyday life, they treated each other as they had before that evening: politely, without paying too much attention to each other. None of their classmates noticed how their relationship had changed.

During school, they behaved as usual. But in the afternoons or on weekends, they could hardly wait to see each other again. Lucia's uncle had a cabin in the nearby hills where he stored hay in the summer for the winter. The two met there as often as their time allowed. And their mutual infatuation grew from day to day. Until that fateful Sunday afternoon in September...

As always on Sundays, Jelena and Lucia had arranged to meet with their respective families after lunch to make love in the cabin. Lucia brought a cozy blanket, and Jelena her CD player with her favorite music on the CDs. And a bottle of wine she had stolen from her father's cellar.

And on this day, too, it wasn't long before the two young women were lying naked next to each other on the blanket. Kissing passionately, exploring each other with their fingers. Rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the music in a frenzy of their senses. Until...

Yes, until suddenly, this intimate gathering was brutally interrupted.

From the distance, the sound of several motorcycles could be heard, rapidly approaching. Lucia and Jelena looked at each other questioningly, then quickly put their summer dresses back on.

The sound of the engines died away just outside the cabin. With a loud bang, the shed's wooden door was kicked open. Four boys from a well-known gang in town had ridden up to the cabin on their motorcycles. Two of them were brothers, a little older than Jelena and Lucia, and the other two were their best friends in the local boys' clique.

Dressed in jeans and T-shirts, the four entered the hayloft. They were tall, powerfully built boys who regularly visited a gym and a boxing club in town. Anyone who met them usually gave them a wide berth, as they were known for constantly picking fights or starting fights.

"Look, there we have those two pretty girls. So, I was right about finding them here!" said the man who was apparently the gang leader.

"Yes, you had a good instinct. It's good that you noticed something was going on between those two. And that you found out where we can find them!" replied his slightly younger brother.

"I've always wanted to fuck a lesbian and show her what a real man does with women. And here we have two of them. This is sure to be a great party!" added the third member of the group.

Jelena was shocked. Apparently, despite all the caution she and Lucia had taken, the guys had discovered their secret. And now they were standing in front of them, and their intentions were quite obvious. They wanted to have fun with her and Lucia. To rape them!

Jelena thought about it. Their chances of escape were slim. But she wanted to try anyway. They just had to get past the guys and through the door of the shed. She knew the area very well and knew ways and means to escape the guys if they had to chase them on foot.

The guys had lined up on the sides. Only their leader was still standing in the middle of the door. What if she could take him out?

Jelena didn't hesitate for long. With a powerful kick to the guy's chest, she made him stagger, clearing the way through the door. "Run, Lucia!" she shouted to her friend and stormed through the open door, grabbing Lucia by the hand and pulling her behind her, out into the open, where she found her way into the thorny bushes surrounding the hut.

But the two didn't get far. Although the element of surprise was on their side, the boys were quickly after them. And it wasn't long before they caught up with the two young women. Two of them grabbed Jelena and Lucia and roughly dragged them back into the hut.

"That's what you thought! But not with us!" grinned the leader of the group. Then he landed a hard punch in Jelena's stomach, causing her to collapse and fall to the ground.

"She's mine!" the guy shouted and pounced on her. He ripped open her dress, revealing her breasts. He tore off the delicate panties she was wearing underneath. He fingered her from head to toe, licked her face and breasts with his disgusting tongue. He forced his rough fingers between her legs.

Meanwhile, the other boys had attacked Lucia. With crude remarks, they ripped off her dress as well, making jokes about her rather small, yet firm breasts. They pushed her back and forth between them, groping her from head to toe. They shouted at her that they would now fuck her in all her holes so that she would finally learn what women were for.

Pietro, the leader of the gang, had meanwhile grabbed Jelena by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He stood behind her, rubbing his lower body against her bare bottom. Through his jeans, Jelena could feel a hard, obviously very erect cock pressing against her ass, while strong hands wrapped around her and kneaded the front of her breasts.

"That little girl has some great tits; you have to give her that!" she heard a brutal voice from behind. "And a great ass! It's probably just waiting to be fucked properly!" While the guy continued to knead her breasts with one hand, twisting her nipples between his fingers, he roughly slid his other hand over her ass, running his fingers through her butt crack, searching for and finding her anus, trying to insert a finger there.

Jelena shuddered. She had never had sex with a man before. And this guy had openly announced that he wouldn't just fuck her. No, he would also take her anally. The worst thing that could happen to her...

The other boys roared in agreement as they continued to push Lucia back and forth between them, grabbing her breasts and butt, and then, one by one, began to unzip her pants.

Meanwhile, Pietro spun Jelena around again so he could look her in the face.

"Okay, my pretty, it's time we both had a little fun!" With these words, he also unzipped his pants.

Jelena tried to escape once more. But she didn't have a chance. The guy facing her first gave her a few hard slaps and then a final punch to the chin.

Jelena staggered backward, hitting the back of her head against one of the wooden ceiling beams. Blood immediately poured down her head and she went black as she collapsed into the hay, practically unconscious.

Pietro immediately pounced on her. "Okay, my little dove, now it's your turn!" He quickly pulled his pants off completely, bent down to Jelena, forced her knees apart, and knelt between her thighs.

Completely dazed, Jelena felt her legs spread. Her eyes were still closed, and she felt the blood running down her cheeks. Completely helpless, she waited for this guy to rape her.

He patted Jelena's face. "Open your eyes when I fuck you! I want to see the lust in your eyes—or your fear!" But Jelena didn't move, couldn't open her eyes; she was too weak after the heavy fall.

Pietro hit her hard in the face. Jelena's head slammed back and forth, but she still couldn't move.

"Shit, I think she's dead!" The guy tried his luck with more blows.

The others stopped pushing Lucia around and looked at their boss.

"She's really gone!" his brother cried when he saw Jelena's motionless, blood-stained face.

For a moment, the hut fell silent. Lucia, only now realizing what had happened to Jelena, burst into tears.

"I certainly wouldn't fuck a dead woman! But we still have one of these lesbians here. The four of us will just have to share her!" With these words, the leader stood up and approached Lucia.

"You're not really my type, but that doesn't matter now." He brutally pushed Lucia to the ground. Without further ado, he turned her onto her stomach. Spread her ass cheeks. He spat on the brown asshole that presented itself to him. He rubbed the spit with his fingers, first on Lucia's anus, then inside her. And then he mercilessly plunged his hard cock into the tight hole. He deflowered Lucia there in the most brutal way imaginable.

Lucia's screams penetrated Jelena's subconscious. No, contrary to what the guys had assumed, she wasn't dead. But she couldn't move; the blow to her head against the wooden beam had paralyzed her, rendering her almost unconscious. And now she had to witness what the guys were doing to Lucia.

Even though she couldn't open her eyes, she could tell from the guys' comments what they were doing to Lucia. They fucked her in the ass, in her pussy, which she had always loved to fondle and finger. They put their dirty cocks in Lucia's mouth, forced her to give them blow jobs. They came in and on her, and made her swallow their cum. Once, twice, again and again.

Jelena had no idea how long the torture lasted, as she kept losing consciousness. And that was good for her. Because that way, she didn't notice how the four guys tortured, fucked, and tormented Lucia.

When Jelena finally awoke from her unconsciousness, it was completely quiet in the hut. With great difficulty, she was able to open her eyes and let her gaze wander around the hut. Yes, the guys had disappeared without her noticing. The hayloft was empty.

Empty? No, in a corner, a motionless figure lay on the floor. Jelena crawled there laboriously and in great pain. And was terrified when she realized what was lying there.

It was Lucia. Clearly dead. Her body was barely recognizable. Bruises on her face and all over her body. Bite marks had disfigured her beautiful breasts. Cuts, apparently made with knives, on her arms and legs. And between her legs...

Jelena vomited, over and over again, when she realized what the guys had done to her. Apparently, they had broken off the neck of the wine bottle the two young women had brought with them and then rammed the bottle into her vagina. And something that looked like the handle of a broom protruded from her anus.

Jelena lost consciousness again. When she finally awoke again, it was already dark outside. And with the darkness, the memory returned.

How Jelena survived the night, she had no idea the next morning when the first rays of sunlight woke her. But at least she now had a somewhat clear head and was considering what she should do. Go back to town and report the incident to the police? No, that wouldn't make sense. She knew how corrupt the police were and knew that even the law enforcement officers were afraid of the brutal gang. At least none of the crimes these guys had committed had been prosecuted so far.

After much deliberation, she came up with only one solution. She put on her torn dress, dragged Lucia's body outside, and laboriously pulled her into the bushes. She fetched a shovel from the hut and laboriously dug a hole in the stony ground large enough to bury Lucia. Then she removed all traces that indicated that a person was buried there.

She herself couldn't return to the city either. She knew that this would only raise questions, and it would only be a matter of time before what had happened came out.

She could think of only one solution. With difficulty and half-dead from thirst, she made her way to the nearby mountains. Her grandfather Yuri, almost 70 years old, had lived there for many years. She liked the old codger, who meant more to her than her own father. Yuri would know what to do. But she already knew one thing: She would take revenge on the guys who had done all this to her and Lucia.

It was already late in the evening when she reached her grandfather's hut, completely exhausted. He was chopping wood for the winter next to the hut when Yelena staggered to him and collapsed at his feet.

Yuri didn't hesitate for long. He slung Yelena over his shoulder, brought her into his hut, and carefully laid her on the bed. He carefully dripped cold water between her lips. He washed her from head to toe before wrapping her in a thick blanket to keep her warm. Then he got a chair, placed it next to the bed, and stayed watch over Yelena all night, who had fallen back into a deep sleep.

When she awoke the next morning, she didn't know where she was at first. Then she saw her grandfather sitting next to her on the bed, and the memory returned.

Yuri sat down next to her on the bed, took her in his strong arms, and held her silently. So the two sat quietly next to each other, Jelena's head resting on her grandfather's shoulder, who listened to her breathing.

After a while, Yuri broke the silence. "What happened, my dear?"

Jelena burst into tears, shaking with horror at the memory of what she had experienced. Meanwhile, her grandfather fetched a large cup of hot coffee and pressed it into her hand. "Please tell me, what's going on?"

Jelena haltingly recounted what she remembered. Her grandfather was the only person in her family who knew about her relationship with Lucia, as the two had visited him several times, and Jelena had confessed to him that they had fallen in love.

When Jelena had finished describing the events, her grandfather hugged her again. "So, what are you going to do now?"

"I can't go back, anyway. Can I stay with you?"

"That goes without saying. The hut isn't particularly big, but if you're willing to put up with the inconveniences here, you can stay as long as you want."

Jelena looked gratefully into her grandfather's eyes. Then she said quietly but firmly, "I'm going to take revenge on those guys. And you have to help me. Can you teach me how to shoot and fight properly?"

Jelena's grandfather had joined the Yugoslav partisans during World War II and, together with them, offered relentless resistance to the occupying forces. He soon earned a reputation as an outstanding sniper, but also as a lone fighter. And Jelena knew that he was still an accurate hunter.

A while passed without either of them speaking a word. Then Yuri took Jelena's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Agree!"

Thus began a time for the two of them that neither of them could have ever imagined before. Yuri had kept his old sniper rifle and cherished it like his own child. And it was with this rifle that he taught Yelena to shoot.

At first, Yelena had trouble with the heavy, long-barreled weapon. Just holding the rifle was difficult, not to mention aiming. But eventually, the knot was broken, and Yelena began to enjoy shooting. Her grandfather had brought back numerous boxes of ammunition on one of his shopping trips into town, and so the two practiced day after day until one day Yuri said to her: "You've done it, my child. I can't teach you any more with the rifle. You're better than I was in my prime. And that's saying something. But we're not finished with your training yet. If you want revenge on the guys who did this to you, you'll also have to learn to fight like a man. By any means necessary, not just fair combat!"

And again, months of tough training began. Yuri taught Yelena every trick he had learned with the partisans and later in his life. Whether it was knife fighting, hand-to-hand combat, fighting with sticks or other objects, Yelena was a docile student.

And then the day came to say goodbye. Jelena's grandfather pressed his sniper rifle, a few boxes of ammunition, his sharp knife, and a bag of money into her hand.

"Good luck and success!" were the only words he gave her before he turned around and walked toward the forest so Jelena wouldn't see the tears streaming down his cheeks.

Jelena set out on her way back from the mountains. She knew she couldn't return to her hometown. So, she finally reached a small town in Bosnia where she didn't know anyone. There, she immediately looked for and found a small apartment. And after a few days, a job as a waitress in a café whose owner turned out to be a somewhat plump but always cheerful boss.

Weeks passed quickly, then months; the winter had passed quickly. But not a day went by when Jelena didn't think about revenge. On weekends, she drove to the nearby woods as often as she could to practice target practice unnoticed.

And she had her hair cut so short that even her parents would have barely recognized her if she had run into them.

At the beginning of spring, Jelena quit her job and her apartment. She loaded her few belongings into the small car she had bought with her hard-earned money and drove toward her hometown. There, she rented a small, inexpensive guesthouse in the suburbs. From there, she set out to find the gang she wanted revenge on.

Finding them wasn't difficult. Jelena knew where the guys had their clubhouse. They met there almost every evening, riding around on their heavy motorcycles, drinking beer and liquor, fighting in the city's bars, and causing trouble whenever and wherever she could, unchallenged. Jelena quickly recognized the rhythm of these meetings. The brother of the gang leader, who had been present at the rape in the cabin, was always the last to go home. He was the one responsible for ensuring that the cabin was properly locked every night.

And he was also the first victim of Jelena's revenge campaign. One evening when the group had once again gone wild in the city, Jelena lay in wait. About 300 meters from the cabin, she lay in the dense bushes where no one could see her, holding the sniper rifle in her hands. Finally, the moment had come. The gang set off, driving off in all directions on their motorcycles. Until the "locksmith," as she called him, came out of the door, turned the key in the lock, and made sure the door was properly locked. Then he turned around, went to his motorcycle, sat on it, turned the ignition key, and started the engine.

At that exact moment, Jelena pulled the trigger of her rifle. She'd had the guy in her sight the whole time, waiting for the right moment.

The bullet sought and found its way exactly where Jelena had aimed: the rapist's skull. Like all members of the gang, the rapist never wore a helmet, so Jelena watched through the scope as the guy's head exploded, and blood sprayed in all directions. The motorcycle tipped over, and the rider lay motionless next to the bike.

Jelena carefully put the sniper rifle in its protective sheath and slung it over her shoulder before walking over to the cabin. There, she made sure the guy was really dead. She opened the tank of the overturned motorcycle, allowing gasoline to leak out, which quickly spread around the motorcycle until the dead man, too, lay in the puddle of gasoline.

She threw a burning rag into the pool of gasoline and set everything on fire. When the other gang members returned to the cabin the next day, they would find only a completely charred corpse and a burned-out motorcycle. Everyone would think it was an unfortunate accident, and no one would give a second thought to what had really happened.

Jelena let a few days pass before she turned on the second guy. She knew that he had a girlfriend whom he visited daily. And abused her, but she obviously endured it patiently. Probably because she was afraid of what he would do to her if he left.

Here, too, Jelena hid at a safe distance from her friend's house. And when the thug pulled up to the house on his motorcycle and knocked on the front door, Jelena pulled the trigger of the gun at the exact moment his girlfriend opened the door.

This guy wouldn't touch a woman again, that much was certain...

The third time, she took a completely different approach. This time, she didn't want to kill from a safe distance. No, she wanted to look her victim in the eyes when she killed herself.

She knew the young man's local bar, where he got drunk every Tuesday night, when the other gang members had gone their separate ways, before regularly leaving the bar around midnight as the last customer and staggering home.

That evening, Jelena, who usually only wore jeans, made a change by putting on a short dress that she had bought especially for this occasion. She put on a wig with long blonde hair. Even if someone saw her at this time of night, they might later only remember a blonde woman in a short dress.

She waited for him in one of the side streets the man used on his way home. When she heard his footsteps echoing between the houses, she stepped in his path. Astonished, he stopped when he saw the blonde approaching. And immediately the thought occurred to him that he could spend the time with her for a while before finally heading home.

"Hey, blonde, where are you going in such a hurry? I'd like a quick fuck! What do you say?"

He grabbed Jelena's shoulder and tried to pull her roughly toward him. He felt her breasts leaning almost willingly against his broad chest. He thought he'd been right in his assumption that this was a hooker looking for a late-night customer.

And then he suddenly felt a burning sensation between his legs. He immediately let go of Jelena and took a step back. He looked down. And to his astonishment, he saw the handle of a knife stuck between his legs!

Panic seized him and he wanted to scream for help. But with a quick and skillful blow to the neck, Jelena silenced him and caused him to fall. Then she knelt down next to him. She pulled the knife from his crotch. She opened the man's pants. With a few quick movements, she pulled out his cock. And with the serrated side of the combat knife, she cut it off along with his balls.

Then, with a special move she'd also learned from her grandfather, she opened the guy's mouth and stuffed the cut-off pieces deep into his mouth.

This guy, too, would never touch a woman again.

But then Jelena's luck ran out. When she was about to take on Pietro, the last of the gang, he suddenly disappeared. What Jelena didn't know: after the last murder, Pietro had realized that someone was trying to wipe out the gang. And so, he snatched up all the money he could find, got on his motorcycle, and was never seen in town again.


Weeks later, Jelena heard that Pietro had apparently volunteered for military service. What Jelena didn't know, however, was that he wasn't in the Bosnian army. But with the Serbian guerrilla troops that were springing up everywhere at the time. No one would find him there so quickly, and he felt safe there. And he quickly joined a troop that, just like him, was ready for any atrocity.

When Jelena heard that Pietro was likely to join the army, she also volunteered for service. Naturally, she joined the Bosnian army, as she assumed it would only be a matter of time before she learned more about Pietro's whereabouts.

When she introduced herself at the recruiting office and said she would like to be accepted as a sniper, the soldiers there initially laughed at her. But their laughter quickly subsided when she gave them a brief demonstration of her shooting skills on the barracks' training ground. And so it only took a few days until Jelena was assigned to a troop that, in light of the increasing tensions between Serbia and Bosnia, had since been put on combat readiness. And it was precisely this squad that was assigned to guard the warehouse that the Serbs eventually attacked on that fateful day.

And now Jelena lay on the bed in one of the bedrooms in the manor house. An older Serb knelt over her, holding the tip of a sharp knife to one of her nipples.

And next to him stood a younger soldier who seemed familiar. And then the scales fell from her eyes, and she knew where she knew him from: it was Pietro, the leader of the gang that had raped and killed her friend Lucia.
And again, a scream escaped her l