Zorans Rape squad - english version

[Blue]

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.