Perverts 'R' Us
War Is Hell
By Austop_au ( M/b, nc, rape, ws )
Warning: This story contains sexually explicit material involving young children. If you are in any way offended by this material do not read any further. If this material does not offend you, then enjoy. All the people and locations are fictional.
It all began on the day the bombs started to rain down in central London. Until then, no-one had thought about moving the children to a safe country. But by the end of that first week, the plans were laid. Cunard's Queen Elizabeth had been stuffed full of English children of all ages and sizes.
When they arrived at Station Pier in Melbourne, most of the kids had barely heard of Australia, let alone knew where it was, and now they were in the middle of its second biggest city.
Michael and Andrew, who were eight-year-old twins, and their four year old brother, George, found themselves on a train to a town in the middle of Victoria. When they arrived, they were told they would be staying with a group of soldiers on a farm, 20 miles from town and surrounded by a forest.
Sergeant Jackson was worried. The men were snapping at each other, due to the lack of action already. For some reason they had not been placed with any units after six months, and putting three young boys into the mix seemed to be asking for trouble. But an order was an order, and there were only twelve men in the camp.
Elsewhere in the camp, the men too were planning. The reason they weren't in units at the front was that they all had records for assaulting young boys. The only one not at the camp who had a history of the same thing was the billeting officer in Melbourne, who had sent the boys to the camp.
The camp was made up of four small buildings and one large one, which served as a mess hall and kitchen, office, showers, and toilets. All of the small buildings were accommodation, three were five-man dorms, and one was a single officer's hut. As there were only twelve men, one of the dorms wasn't in use, but with the boys coming, it would be. Men were moved around so that there were four men in each hut and a spare bed for each boy. It had surprised Sergeant Jackson that when he told the men about the changes, no-one complained. But he thought no more about it.
It was mid afternoon when the boys arrived at the camp, their lives in three small suitcases. They were each allocated to one of the dorms: Michael to dorm 1, Andrew to dorm 2 and the unfortunate George to dorm 3, where all the men were the worst attackers of children in the camp. The eight in the first two dorms prefer to make love with the boys, and would use only as much force as needed. But the men in dorm 3 preferred to rape and torture their victims.
After dinner, the camp was relatively quiet when the time for lights out came. All three boys were already in bed, and most of the men were reading or talking on the verandas of the dorms in the cool evening breezes.
When the sergeant called "lights out in 10 minutes", the men all went to shower and get ready for bed. At 9:00pm, the lights went out and the sergeant went to sleep, oblivious to the events that were about to start. At 9.30 Private Collins was sent from dorm 3 to check on whether the sergeant was asleep. He came back five minutes later to say the sergeant was snoring loudly and the fun could begin.
Corporal Jones, the oldest of the men in dorm 3, and the leader of the group, gathered his men around to draw lots. He would be first, Collins second, then Hannan and Jenkins. As the other men stood or sat on the beds, Jones moved over to where young George lay sleeping and pulled the blankets off him. George woke with a start, but the corporal's hand was over his mouth. Jones bent down and told the kid that he should have stayed in London. It would have been much safer.
Ripping the pajamas off of George's slender young body, Jones flipped the kid over and stuck his finger into the virgin hole. "Get me the fucking grease, Collins," he bellowed "or he'll snap my cock in two."
Jones' cock, which measured 9" flat, had grown to its full 12" size, just at the thought of that tight, young hole. So he pulled George up onto his knees, with his face still on the pillow, and put a small amount of grease on his cock - just enough to make it slide in, not enough to make it greasy.
Then with careful aim, he placed the head into the outer ring of George's butt. "Jenkins, stuff your jocks into his mouth or they'll hear him in Berlin." barked Jones. So Jenkins, who hated toilet paper almost as much as he hated bathing, shoved his shit and piss-coated boxers into the kid's mouth, and with one almighty push, Jones jammed the first half of his massive tool deep into George's guts.
George screamed and then passed out from the pain and came to with Collins pissing on him. Once awake, Jones kept pushing until he was all the way in, and then started to slam his dick in and out of George's once-virgin hole. Each time he withdrew, he would pull out until just the tip of his massive purple head was just inside the hole, and then ram it back in hard. After half an hour of slow fucking, Jones stepped up the pace until he let out a massive howl and blew eight months of cum up George's butt. Once his orgasm had subsided and his tool had started to deflate, Jones let go a stream of piss into George.
When he pulled out with a large, plopping sound, there was blood, cum, and piss dripping out of George's gaping hole. George hoped that the pain and humiliation had ended, but for him it was just the beginning.
TO BE CONTINUED
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