the Highlanders - May June contest

[Shocker]

Teaser: The war had been brutal, but appears to be short. The high command had issued instructions to all battalion commanders to keep their troops out of active fighting, as they expected the surrender from London within hours...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: The Highlanders
Author: Shocker
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Themes Blackout, College, Revenge
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The Highlanders

The war had been brutal, but appears to be short. The high command had issued instructions to all battalion commanders to keep their troops out of active fighting, as they expected the surrender from London within hours.

Corporal Jamie MacLean, was fine with that, so were all of his comrades, crouching in the surrounding shadows, all their camouflage battle dress uniforms (BDU) sported the proud cross of St. Andrew on the shoulder patch. Identifying them as soldiers of the Royal Scottish Army, more specifically the reformed 1st Highland Regiment. They now were deep in enemy territory, as the plan of the high command had entailed preventing the enemies use of paratroopers, so they had mobilized large bodies of troops to neutralize that threat. The first Highland was deployed against no lesser target than the base in Hereford. Home of the 22nd Special Air Service Regiment.

The SAS had been famous for their competence and fighting power. The Highland regiment traced its roots back to Assaye in India and the peninsular war, defeating Napoleon. But that glorious tradition had been broken with the standing down of the regiment in 1881. Now the most famous regiments of Scotland and England had been facing each other again, the Scots daring the English to defy them. And true to their regimental motto the SAS dared, and had lost.

The fighting had been hard and resulted in heavy casualties on both sides, resulting in the striking of the flag of St. George from the flag pole of the garrison. The flag that replaced the old Union Flag after the dissolution of the so-called United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, five years ago. The strongly diminished Highland regiment had withdrawn from the field of battle and waited for further action.

Captain Hendry the commanding officer of the second company had been furious about the loss of so many of his men. His command had been in the thick of the battle and of the 210 men he had lead into it only 35 were still alive, 20 of them wounded. The orders to avoid further fighting, was an insult to him, it deprived him of the opportunity to make more of those English bastards bleed. Those gutless fuckers had deprived him of his opportunity for revenge. Still in a foul mood he looked at a map of the area. Suddenly a cruel smile crept on his face and he bellowed “MacGregor, in here!”

Company Sergeant Major Alistair MacGregor entered his quarters, saluted and came sharply to attention.
“Good evening Sir”
“Good evening MacGregor. I want the men ready in 5 minutes for a little operation.”
“Very good Sir, any idea how long they will need to be away?
“I assume most of the night.”
“In that case I would like to detail MacDonald and Douglas, to stay behind and care for the wounded. They aren’t fully combat ready anyway.”
“Of course, tell the men to pack light gear, we are going to hit a soft target.”
“What kind of target Sir?
Hendry handed the Sergeant the map and pointed to an area he had circled.
MacGregor’s eyebrow raised a fraction of a millimeter, as he read the words St. Catherine’s college for young women. He saluted and left to execute his orders.

Which then lead to Corporal MacLean observing the sight of the dark building in front of him. The college was housed in an Edwardian Mansion. All lights switched off due to the blackout regulations.
He could easily identify the main building, assigning the smaller side buildings as stables. They likely still kept horses around here. English girls liked riding, well he and the mates would give them something to ride. His orders were very straight forward. He together with McGinnis, Drake and Wayne would gain entrance to the main building , via the entrance next to the kitchen garden. Sergeant Major MacGregor would lead Lennox, Firth and Hardy from the stables. Leaving the Captain the main entrance, accompanied by Leamas, Conklin and Tennant. The plan was to hit the building with unstoppable force, subdue any resistance and secure all inhabitants in a central location. Captain Hendry assumed that there was likely an entry hall, and had assigned that as their collection point.

MacLean observed with a perverse fascination, as Drake with unexpected skill, opened the kitchen door with the aid of his combat knife. Entering the building quietly had been on of his concerns, they had no intentions of alarming the little doves ahead of time. Once inside the kitchen, they switched on small electric torch to orient themselves. This being an old house, there was a staircase right next to the kitchen. It wouldn’t have done to bother the noble inhabitants of this house with the sight of the domestics. As he was most junior, his squad had been assigned to clear the uppermost floor. They quietly moved up the three flights of stairs. Finding themselves in a short corridor, with six doors. Three on each side. MacLean silently motioned to each of his men, assigning each to a door either at this side of the corridor or the other end. If there was somebody in the middle, they could be easily gobbled up.

He checked his watch, there still 5 seconds to the agreed upon time. He held his rifle in a single hand, raising the other into the air, counting down the time with his spread fingers. At zero, he grabbed his weapon again with both hands, raised his booted foot and kicked in the door in front of him. There was the omnipresent sound of breaking wood, not only from the other doors of this floor, but throughout the house. He stormed into the room, weapon at the ready, torches fixed underneath the rifle barrel. He saw a neat small room, with a bed to the left and the right of it, both of them empty.

MacLean, turned on his heel, rushing across the hall to the middle room on the opposite side, taking the momentum, to kick this door open as well. High pitched screams began to erupt through the stillness of the night. This new room, had the same layout as the previous one, but with one marked difference in form of woman lying in one of the beds. Her long blond hair, splaying over the pillows. His orders had been simple “Collect all cunts, secure the men in place.”

The blonde woke up with a scream, upon finding an intruder in her bedroom. MacLean tore the sheets of her body, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet. She wore a pink oversized t-shirt with a picture of some pop star as nightshirt. He had no idea what she wore underneath, but neither had he the time to find out now. MacLean pushed her at gunpoint out of the door into the corridor, where his men had corralled 4 more female, all between 19 and 22 years old by his guess, wearing various forms of clothing. That was all but a petite redhead, who was entirely naked, trying desperately to cover up with her arms.
“Drake is this your doing?”
“No Corporal, that bird was all in the nude when I got in her room. Barely any tits, but a great arse.”
“Ok ladies, down the main staircase to the entry.”
“What’s going on?” one of the women asked.
“You might have heard that there is a war going on between England and Scotland, you lost. Now move your bloody arses.”

They met up, with a trickle of 7 more women, on the second floor being herded by MacGregor’s squad. One of them was an older woman with heavy breast swinging underneath her night shirt. Perhaps a teacher.

Captain Hendry and his team meet them in the grand hall, having found another 5 women. One of them in her sixties and another teacher in her late thirties. Bringing the total to 17 captives.
“Any problems?” the Captain asked?
“No Sir” MacLean replied.
“We ran into somebody who might be the gardener, but he won’t bother anybody for a few hours.” MacGregor reported.

“Drake, Lennox and Tennant, you will keep your rifles and torches at all time at these ladies. If anybody makes an attempt of resistance or tries to escape, stop them.”
He then turned to the cowering women.
“As for you. You will line up there against that wall standing upright facing me.”
They slowly did, the light of the rifle mounted torches, illuminating their bodies. Except for the little redhead, they all wore more or less respectable nightwear. A mixture of pajamas, nightshirts, t-shirts and shorts.
“Very nice, you keep cooperating like this and nobody will get badly hurt. Now take off your clothes.”
“We will not do such a thing.” the old woman’s voice was sharp and made of iron.
“And you are?”
“My name is Mrs. Trench, I’m the headmistress here. Each of these women is either an employee or student of mine. Which means they are in my care and under my protection.”

“Really?” Hendry’s voice dripped with sarcasm “What in the world makes you think that you are in any position to protect any body?”
She straightened herself up and looked glaringly at him “I’m in charge here. It’s my responsibility, you as an officer should know that.”
“Leamas! The mousy one on your side” Hendry barked.

The young soldier turned towards the captive women, balled his fist and hit one right into the belly. She screamed in pain and collapsed to the floor.
“This Mrs. Trench is what you are responsible for.”
The old woman opened her mouth, but Hendry stopped her with a motion of his hand.
“Your behaviour forced me to demonstrate what disobedience will lead to. Any time you contradict me, oppose me or simply say something I do not like, one of your charges will pay for it. Do you understand me.”
She nodded
“I asked do you understand me? You were so keen on making speeches earlier, answer me!”
“Yes I understand.”

“In case nobody else has anything to offer. Take of your tops and throw them over here. I want to see some English knockers.”
One by one the women, broke their trance and started taking of those nightshirts and t-shirts throwing them onto the floor of the hall. The illumination stemming from the rifle mounted torches caused, a bizarre picture of white flesh and stark black shadows. The women tried the best to hide what they were just forced to bare. Those prudent enough to wear something beside the tops had two hands to spare for the task, but no few of them were also trying to shield their naked crotches.
“Mrs. Trench when I told you to take your clothing off, this included you. By god nobody wants to see those old tits of yours, but you will be as bare as your charges.”
If stares could kill Captain Hendry would have been immediately transported to the afterlife. But they didn’t. Some of Hendry’s soldiers took it upon themselves to point their lights on the old woman, bathing her in bright light, robbing her of even the privacy of shadow.
Beaten she dropped her old-fashioned white nightshirt, revealing a pair of plain white pants and a pair of breasts that had sadly lost the fight with time.
“Go on knickers as well, actually now that I’m thinking about it. You will perform a further task for me, once those are gone.”
The older woman knew when she was beaten and dropped her last garment, revealing a nest of curls liberally streaked with gray. She must have been a looker 30 years ago, but that was then.
“Are you happy now?” she spoke with barely hidden contempt, trying not to be ashamed by her nakedness.
“Very much so. You will now walk down the line of your ladies, and in front of each of them still wearing anything. You will kneel down and pull those garments down. In other words, you will be the one baring their cunts to us. Afterall, they are your responsibility.”

The lights of the soldiers followed the old woman, as she did kneel down in front of a buxom brunette, apologized and stripped her of her knickers. Leaving her on eye level with a narrow brown landing strip. The process repeated again and again. Mrs. Trench got an eyeful of her students and employees most private parts. All in the glaring light of the torches.

Once there were only naked women left in the room Hendry started to speak again.
“We are here for reparation, the English bastards have killed many of my men. I saw the pride of Scottish manhood lying in the dirt bleeding from their wounds. We are here to repay the favor. Once we are done, you will also be bleeding profusely from your holes. And it is my desire to put a bastard in each of your wombs. Sergeant Major, 6 men on guard duty, 6 can go at the cunts, make sure they all get tapped not only the pretty ones. Men, no hole is barred, but you will cum in their cunts. Ladies, you may keep that famous stiff English upper lip, we are predominantly interested in your lower lips. ”

MacGregor quickly split the men in the two groups, and the ones not on guard duty, approached the naked women like hungry wolves. Corporal MacLean started to look for the blonde he had dragged from bed he felt they still had unfinished business. She was cowering on the ground, her arms held in front of her chest. For the second time tonight his fingers entwined into her golden tresses, and he pulled her along. Dragging her all the way to the ground, her chest heaved in panic, yet her crotch was hidden in the shadow. His free hand forced itself between her thighs, causing her to crush them closed. Her sex was entirely devoid of hair, he liked his women to have a bush, and with his deep brogue he told her so.
“You are nothing but a wanton whore, and everybody can tell by just looking at your bald cunt. I bet you are already all wet in anticipation for me.”
“No, please, don’t”
His fingers pried into her sex, finding her rather dry. But he also felt the bud of her clit against his thumb. As she still tried to keep him away by pressing her thighs together, he grabbed the little fleshy protrusion between thumb and forefinger, and pressed hard.
Her squeal of pain and anguish, was almost lost in the plethora of similar sounds coming from five other women in the room.
“You listen closely to me lassie, you open those legs for me and I stop pinching. You got me?”
She got him alright he immediately felt the pressure on his hands lessening. He hit her inner thighs left and right.
“Open wide.”
As she did, he dropped his pants relieving his cock. “Spit in your hand love, and rub your spit all over me, I’m doing you a favor here.”
She did, and he felt her hand slowly searching for his cock, rubbing her saliva over it. The feeling of the young woman’s hand on his organ, made Jamie quiver. He didn’t want this to be over to quickly, so he pressed his cock against her entrance, and pushed, pushed hard.

Jamie MacLean was no virgin, he had had girlfriends and hookers before, but those had been overly careful or transactional meetings. Now for the first time he felt himself as a conqueror. Taking something he wanted, but never would have had any right to. It didn’t matter to him that Fiona Grayson, the young woman who was crying bitter tears underneath him, had been the best of her graduation class, loved little animals. He just felt, the tightness of her entirely unprepared sex. The clenching of muscles to reduce pain. And his hot flesh pounding into her softness. He erupted shortly thereafter, seeing something die in her eyes as his cum hit her insides. He withdrew and left her lying like a discarded toy on the floor. Pulling up his pants he, walked over to Lennox and took his post as guard.

Lennox quickly surveyed the unclaimed women, and grabbed the redhead they had dragged naked from her bed. From his now detached viewpoint MacLean could observe the technique of his comrades, many of them having opted for the old standby of the missionary position. But there was Leamas who had forced his choice, one of teachers, onto all fours, causing her big tits to swing merrily underneath her every time he pounded into her. The headmistress knelt in front of the Captain, sucking him off with tears streaming down her face.

The debauchery went on for hours, the teams of soldiers kept on alternating between ravishing another woman and recuperating on guard duty. Not one of them was spared, most had been fucked multiple times that night. For a few it had been the first time they had anybody insider the pussies, the number of them losing their anal virginity that night was certainly higher. Mrs. Trench, did bleed from her anus, as the sunlight streamed in and kissed the limp bodies on the floor.

“Men, we are leaving in a moment. We can’t hardly take those lovely ladies with us. But we should be able to carry one each. As you have sampled them, each of you take one you think was a good fuck and carry them to the trucks outside.”
The selection was quick and ruthless, bigger breasts won over small ones, so did arses.


A week later at the parade grounds of the regiment in Inverness the whole regiment had arrayed in dress uniform. For the Highland regiment that meant both kilts and going commando. But today none of the men minded that very much as behind their commanding officer, there were 12 wooden stocks. Each of them holding a naked woman bent over, presenting them their naked backs and splayed thighs.
This was a celebration of victory for the regiment, and each member, newly recruited or veteran of the Anglo Scottish war, would have his member fully wetted by nightfall.

The End
















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[RapeU]

When you tell soldiers to not engage the enemy, wild things are bound to happen. Very realistic alternate slice of history. I especially loved the humiliation of Mrs. Trench and using her own words against her.

[Shocker]

When you tell soldiers to not engage the enemy, wild things are bound to happen. Very realistic alternate slice of history. I especially loved the humiliation of Mrs. Trench and using her own words against her.

I must admit that twisting her words gave me great pleasure as well.

[sinfulwords]

totally love ur stories dude, your devious mind is so much fun

Pourin one out for Mrs. Trench she might be old but she’s got that bad bitch energy

My humiliation kink and my good sense were totally at odds reading that section about the good old lady. When she first stood up for her charges. I was like “yusss granny!!! Get it!”…..But then the captain wasn’t having ANY of that (which was so hot btw ) so, I enjoyed Mrs. Trench’s meager uprising just as much as her pacification! It’s like I wanted her to win some dignity for her and her girls but I also wanted her put in her place I loved it

I also REALLY liked Captain Hendry how forceful and authoritarian he was lord knows I love a dominant man who embraces his authority—and imposes it on helpless women

The rest of the orgy was also hot! I enjoyed the bald-coochie blonde being forced to lube up her rapist and the little details u added about her being the best in her class and liking small animals. They made her feel more real which made her rape hit harder hints of humanity tend to do that for me…..the imagery of the woman being taken on all fours with the large hanging breasts also smacked

the stockades at the end were also a nice cherry on top

A million kudos! This hit a lot of my kinks: humiliation; degradation; deflowering; right of conquest; implied anal; forced exhibitionism; Scottish accents; England loosing wars excellent read friend

[Shocker]

totally love ur stories dude, your devious mind is so much fun

Pourin one out for Mrs. Trench she might be old but she’s got that bad bitch energy

My humiliation kink and my good sense were totally at odds reading that section about the good old lady. When she first stood up for her charges. I was like “yusss granny!!! Get it!”…..But then the captain wasn’t having ANY of that (which was so hot btw ) so, I enjoyed Mrs. Trench’s meager uprising just as much as her pacification! It’s like I wanted her to win some dignity for her and her girls but I also wanted her put in her place I loved it

I also REALLY liked Captain Hendry how forceful and authoritarian he was lord knows I love a dominant man who embraces his authority—and imposes it on helpless women

The rest of the orgy was also hot! I enjoyed the bald-coochie blonde being forced to lube up her rapist and the little details u added about her being the best in her class and liking small animals. They made her feel more real which made her rape hit harder hints of humanity tend to do that for me…..the imagery of the woman being taken on all fours with the large hanging breasts also smacked

the stockades at the end were also a nice cherry on top

A million kudos! This hit a lot of my kinks: humiliation; degradation; deflowering; right of conquest; implied anal; forced exhibitionism; Scottish accents; England loosing wars excellent read friend

Thank you, I had a lot of fun writing this story, especially as I didn’t think I would be participating at all until Saturday. To be honest the stockade at the end was the motivation for most of the story. I wanted the women to be raped by an army of Scots, wearing nothing but the future of Scotland underneath the kilt. It seemed a very practical way to grant them access to, but it also meant they had to be the Highland Regiment.

Glad you liked it.

[Interception]

A great story and I say that because I rarely find such historical works really good. You built up the personalities well and incorporated a lot of conversation. Somehow the story is something different and I mean that in a positive way... the only small negative point: it could have been a little longer

[Grimnir]

What does a Highland Regiment wear under the kilt? Clearly the answer is "Nothing" or "A wee bit of Lipstick".

[Shocker]

A great story and I say that because I rarely find such historical works really good. You built up the personalities well and incorporated a lot of conversation. Somehow the story is something different and I mean that in a positive way... the only small negative point: it could have been a little longer

Thank you for the kind words. I wouldn't call the setting exactly historical, I was thinking near future, perhaps 5 years ahead. I included the historical details so that the real experts in that genre Histbuff and Lucius don't scowl to much at me.

As for length, there was perhaps 1100 words left in the budget, but I had only decided Saturday that I do have a story to tell, posting this just 100 minutes before the deadline. But even if I had had more time left, I'd likely not expanded all that much. I'm perfectly happy in inciting ideas in my readers mind, they see perfect scenes in color and 3D, matching 100% of their special kinks, there is simply no way I could compete with that by writing something down myself.

[Shocker]

What does a Highland Regiment wear under the kilt? Clearly the answer is "Nothing" or "A wee bit of Lipstick".

Nothing is worn under the kilt, it's all in perfect working order.

When I had conceived the story originally it was the fact that going commando is originating from the kilt wearing soldiers of the Highland regiment. I could have chosen any victorious army in the world, but only one could pull this kind of stunt off.

[VictimEyes]

I agree with @sinfulwords .

I come away from reading Shocker feeling like gorgeous vintage 'The Hunt For Red October' naked Sean Connery will magically explode through the purple glow on my screen, extend his powerful arms under the skirting of my summer dress, lift me into the air by my buttocks, part my thighs (knowing full well that I wore no panties in anticipation of his visit), pin me against the wall and fuck me like he picked me up on a streetcorner!!!!!!! Mmmmmm!!!!!!!


I hope that we will later learn that militias from Catholic Ireland had previously allied themselves with the victorious Scots and sexy bad things are about to happen to the various duchesses and queens and princesses in London.