Chapter 16: Děvka!

Yekaterinburg is captured by the White Army and the Mayor is welcoming them in his beloved city without fear, because these soldiers are better men, are they?

Captain Sidorov's thoughts...

"Tramp!" I shout at Yelizaveta after she's been raped by several Czech officers, most of whom offered her a junior rank's handsome face, without its usual comfort, as she suffered under them, forced to face them, her back flat on the plaza's asphalt, her breasts often flat under their hands, while I personally held her wrists together above her bobbing head, listening to her cries and whimpers while the Czech officers deflowered her several times over, calling her a "dievka" (cheap dame) in Russian or a "miaadá děvka" (young tramp, trollop) in their language.

This while her beaten-up father was forced to watch her, held down on his knees by a pair of soldiers who laughed in his face, who even threw a fresh egg on his head, thus refreshing his thinning salt-and-pepper hair, while commenting about his brown-haired daughter, the elder one, being "a very good fuck" and saying it in Russian so he understood. This while making him look at his younger daughter and the moving white of her small breasts, complete with the raspberries she had for nipples as the squad of officers were happy to hammer the meaning of the Czech word Děvka inside the little wench; with me, a full Captain, holding her damsel's arms together above the pretty chaos of her distorted face as she cried on and begged us to stop. I told her not to worry as I removed her white gloves for the pleasure of holding her hands skin on skin.

"Wench!" "девка!" I kept calling Yelizaveta, rejoicing in her debasement by using this word meant for low-class girls. Her loose hair was a fallen girl's, fanning out and around her bobbing head under her rapist's grunts, lying next to her white ribbons that no longer held her hair in high style, next to her father's dignified stovepipe hat that had rolled on the asphalt to be trod on.

I loved the mortification in her face, and her father's, the Mayor's, as the junior officers around her kept calling her a Děvka, while she had no choice but to endure her mass deflowering, gang-fucked like the lowest of whores in broad daylight.

Her elder sister was just as naked as her—Ekaterina was down on all fours, her graceful figure kept on knees and elbows on the deep green ruins of her torn dress and her discarded, broken corset a sunlit vestige of her former life while several soldiers took urgent turns inside her, putting the soft curves of her ass to the military test with a strong diet of one-sided Czech merriment. The Corporal using the elder Děvka was grabbing her wrists and forcing her arms straight as he "reined her in" for better leverage, pulling her white arms so he could deepen her violation as her sunlit brown hair swayed along with her furious defilement. She took it wailing, in broken silence, even starting to say she would take them in her mouth if they could only stop this.

Ekaterina was less slim than her sister Liza. The curves that kept colliding against the Czech Corporal had had a couple more years to be fed, thus she was forced to show a heart-shaped bottom that attracted a great many soldiers around her, like bees to honey, and I lost sight of her in this thick forest of light-khaki uniforms as the troops celebrated the capture of Yekaterinburg by gang-raping each and every daughter, niece or wife in the Mayor's entourage; and probably took their zeal to houses in the city, where husbands got kindly demanded that he let the troops use his wife and his daughters when they were deemed "old enough". How stupid of the Mayor to had kept the Soviet flag hiding in his mansion! Did he really think we were fools?

His wife kept screaming the names of her daughters, "Ekatrina! Liza! Liza my poor little Liza!" while she was offered the honour of the Czech Legion in the form of stiff cocks that were held out under the sun, out of victorious uniforms as vodka was poured on her bare ass while a wild tempest of jeers and butt slaps and hands cupping the tits of her nieces raged all around her, in a tumult of humiliated white flesh. "Wench!" "Wench!"

The fallen mother heard the hated word left and right. "Wench!" "Wench!" "девка!" (dievka!) She was busy receiving her share of Czech troops. The moustached man presently raping her from behind, kneeling against her wide offered butt, smiled at his mates under his garrison cap, his whole face saying the mother was just as good a fuck as her daughters as he gave her the hips-held ride, for free, while she was shaken looking down at the asphalt from the lowest distance she had ever seen this plaza.

"And you, wife of Mayor, name of you matter not!" a forty-something Major yelled at her in broken Russian, before he had Liza, crying little Liza, rolled around so he could "see her butt from really close".

I went as stiff as a baboon and anticipated the pleasure of grunting like one as I helped the other officers move Liza around until she was deeply sobbing and offering the charm of her diminutive figure, all of her naked except for her little boots and a pair of long white socks she was still wearing. Her buttocks were protruding as she was kept down on her knees and elbows, just like her sister. I could never get bored of this sense of dominance of a girl with such petite allure and jet-black hair. She was a fallen long-haired dream! Pagan gods had come down just for the pleasure of watching.

"Remove the Dievka's socks and shoes!" I said in Russian, forgetting whatever Czech I knew, filled with elation as I gazed at Liza's buttocks! The men around her became a pack of macaques! Frantically masturbating and keeping a hand on the little snub! A naked snub! With the body of an angel! Her small butt-cheeks radiated with sunlit skin! Small, almost boyish, and yet offering a surprising vastness of curves that silently screamed "Maiden here! Good to fuck!" I was as hard as the granite of a fallen castle.

The bunch of uniformed macaques had not heard my order, so I moved to do it myself.

Grunting like a male elk during the rut season, I began to lower Liza's thin sock on her left side while a young First Lieutenant, the very one in command of the light company, moved himself behind her, both hands on her buttocks, his excitement brightening the sun on the three silver stars adorning his bronze shoulder pads, and then he made her yelp and cry as he said she was tight and easy to penetrate, while I ragingly pulled at her shoe, not bothering to unlace it. And she screamed in pain as I forcibly pulled it off her foot! Twisting her ankle in a very painful way before I ripped the sock off that rosy tenderness she had! Her heel was there, then the entire smallness of her foot. I plunged on it, face down, and covered it with kissing elation to get a full taste of her girly sweat and not minding the dirt on the sole, actually tasting it like the sweetest candy I ever had; I worshiped her foot like a Muslim praying with his face as low as the ground. Yelizaveta was my Mecca. A wonderful addition to the harem of my dreams.

Liza was taking the rape with her face down in the dirt and her cheek sliding as a whimpering echo to the Lieutenant's short urgent strokes. The irony of it all was that she would probably have liked him as a suitor if she had met him in the usual social settings where he'd have formally introduced himself. He had the apple cheeks of a lad that most girls of her age had such a strong preference for. The light-brown-haired prince charming, sweating under his Czarist peak-cap, soon growled and erupted. He was replaced by another officer, a heavier man, perhaps in his mid-thirties, who no doubt had seen how that Corporal had raped her sister, as he found and grabbed her little wrists, and once he was inside her, he pulled her arms straight behind and used them as good leverage for deepening his pleasure!

"Haaah! aaaaaahhh! Niet! Niieet! Niet niet! Aaannaaaaaaah aanaahaaa haaannnaaa aaaaa..." the little snub cried, her face lifted off the asphalt by the forceful pull in her arms, where the strongly built officer held her poor little wrists and kept enjoying her, smiling wide under his Imperial peak-cap as his eyes laughed with the joy of raping the daughter of a hypocrite mayor. I was masturbating and having so much fun! Keeping a hand on the girl while making sure I remained stiff and ready for this pretty wench. The proximity of my cock to her pretty face greatly helped this. I began tapping it against her cheek. She looked away, only to find the hands of a soldier who forced her face to remain in place, while he ordered her to lick his cock.

The sturdy officer pulled her arms even harder as he yelled, "AAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgghh..." And filled up Yelizaveta.

"Wench! Wench! Your daughter is a wench!" the Colonel said to the mayor as he had the men strip the dignified man until he was stark naked!

***

The Division General was there! He had the junior officers make way for him! Liza wept and complained of her hurt ankle while the laughing General, with all the fat in his wide face attesting for his years along with his silver moustache, sank on his knees and began to caress and land kisses on her buttocks that offered a silky fountain of youth that the old man felt an incredibly wild rush for!

"aaaaahh nhhaa niet! I'm hurt hurt! My ankle! Naaooo! Yer too old! Get off meeeh! Aaaahhhaaaaaa... aaaaaaaaannhaaaa not this I'm a good-good girl! My father will have ya shot all aaa aaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Stop whining, wench!" I scolded her. "Your father's watching! So be a good strong girl and take our cocks! The General himself finds you pretty enough to trouble himself with you! Do you feel him kissing your ass? That's his white moustache you're feeling the brush of, young lady! Now, wench, your father displayed a red flag at his door, so you need to be made white again! Don't hold it against us! It's just something that we have to do! Our solemn duty!"

The lad commanding the light company translated my words in Czech and every one around had a good laugh. He then said that this lovely little lady was a better fuck than the red-haired soldier he had tried out in that farm after she was stripped out of her Red Army uniform three days before.

The Division General yapped like a wild dog as he entered inside Yelizaveta! He grabbed the delicate crease of her hips and began to punish her with an empire of heavy urgent strokes, forcing the youth of her curves into a buffeting frenzy against his overweight frame, a full measure of delight stretching the wrinkles on his forehead as his peak-cap fell off his head amid his furious strokes, and the bobbing of his balding head with a grand-father's horse-shoe gave a sunny touch of grotesque against the authority of his decorated uniform as the General raped the naked wench, with his trousers open where the unthinkable was so strongly taking place. It was a beautiful day of July!

"Uuhh uuh yes! Yes! I love wenches like you! Yeaah! Oooh this is... This is so God-damned good! Oooh! Mayor! We... are... coming! Děvka!!!" the balding General uttered out of his wide face upon reaching his rewarding conclusion.

Liza's butt-crack seemed to pulse with life as her butt-cheeks were flattened one last time against the General. Her face looked prettier than ever amid the silk mass of her defeated dark hair, an expansion of ink of sorrow, wide in sorry threads where her head rested, cheek first, on the plaza's asphalt, while the General uttered his final grunt, NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN, as he emptied his balls inside the little lady, whose buttocks showed prodigious sturdiness to take so much punishment.

"Small girl, big load, Sir!" I said to the happy General as he pulled out of her and wiped his softening cock on her pristine butt.

"We'll most definitely come to your ball, Mayor!" the General said, smiling. "Now boys! Let's see how a father fertilizes his daughter!"

***

It was quite an orgy. The first time I saw one in broad daylight, plump in the middle of a city! Tuymen's carnival had been hurried under the rain and I had seen but glimpses of it since I was swiftly marching out of it. But here... Here I was a participant. Very actively so!

The Mayor, naked, humiliated and brought further down as he was forced to choose between a bullet in the head, or sex with his own Yelizaveta. The cowardly pig chose Liza's butt. I could hardly blame the man.

"Wench! Wench!" "Dievka!" men shouted in tentative Russian.

"Dirty little wench!" officers shouted in Russian.

"Suka!" (bitchy tramp!) I hollered.

It was fun enough to watch the mayor's cock as stiff as a mating horse while he whined and kept telling his fifteen-year-old daughter how sorry he was. "They're making me do this, my sweet strawberry cake! I'm so so sorry!"

"Father! Take the lead bullet! Die rather than... than do this..." Liza replied, casting an angry gaze at her father. I and a couple fellow officers had to hold her there on all fours, her butt showing angry motions as the rest of her desperately tried to break free. But she was much weakened and her efforts against three grown men were puny and in vain.

She began to whine and shriek and bawl as she realized this incestuous rape was inevitable. The louder her whining got, the hornier I felt. I just couldn't wait to rape this little snub again!

"Now, wench! Now!" I bellowed as she shrieked upon feeling her father's hands on her! "Now! Feel his cock inside you! Wench! You're getting fucked! We'll throw you at the city's dogs so they can also fuck you after all our soldiers are done with you! Snub!"

The entire plaza shook as the naked Mayor shouted how sorry he was while entering inside his own flesh and blood.

Her pretty face resting on the asphalt, the young daughter cried a river as her father violated her amid a thick circle of jeering men and officers, our crude musk and sweat no doubt disturbing her delicate nose while we kept calling her a Dievka, a suka and a cheap tramp who loves her father in secret. Oh, how her fat father exerted himself inside her! His dignified stovepipe was long fallen on the ground and he sweat like a pig! Kept saying how sorry-sorry he was as he reached his edge and he screamed like a hypocrite banshee as he burst inside her!

As if ashamed to remain any longer inside his beloved Liza, the well-fed mayor pulled out of her and two dignified bolts of sperm gushed out of his exploding cock and graced her buttocks with their glossy landing. The father's sperm formed quite a shiny pool under the sun. Mad with a weird mix of shame and lust, the mayor plunged onto her ass and began to lick his own semen off her pristine skin!

"Father! Father! Why didn't you let them shoot you like a dog! Naaahaaaaa stop! Stop this! Father! Niet!"

The Division General nodded at us. Then we began to take turns in forcing the lovely little dievka to ride each and everyone of us officers. While the naked mayor was of course forced to watch every glorious detail of it.

It didn't matter that I had to wait my turn as several more senior officers, including the Colonel, took their own turn in lying down directly on the plaza, dirtying their uniforms for the privilege of holding Liza's lithe waist as the sobbing girl was kindly forced down on top of him, in a position where she was ordered to put the Colonel's cock inside her.

Nadja stood over there in her bright yellow dress, high on a roof top with her four eunuchs. My sharp eyes noticed she kept licking her lips, her mouth ajar as she watched her father under this peach of a girl, who wailed on top of him with his mast deep inside her, in a trance of suffering as her black hair swayed in the gentle breeze.

Yelizaveta's funny little breasts were quite a sight to see under this afternoon sun, who smiled down with his powerful rays upon her face as she complained of the heat, the pain inside her, her debasement and anything else she could whine about, while the fifty-something Colonel held her lovely waist and kept gently bouncing her on his lap, his gaze embracing her bosom, drinking the grace of her naked charms while I looked at the lovely triangle of jet-black hair she had down there where the preposterous union was happening. She was whining and moaning and crying amid a forest of cocks that a bunch of overjoyed Czechs offered her as they masturbated. The General spoke:

"To protect this beautiful white skin of yours from the sun, my men will be glad to give you their shadows. And their cocks!" he gravely said in Russian before giving a short, loud order in Czech: "Give them your cocks to ...!" And from this clear context I heard and learned a new Czech word that meant "suck".

Liza made a beautiful sight, her mouth full with a grinning Major's cock, and as the fatherly officer stroked her long raven hair, Liza was kept bouncing atop our Colonel, who was now fully involved in the process of reaching his realm of no-return as he grunted like a love-sick gorilla. Her tits and her raspberry-like nipples remained the ever-moving twin point of focus under this blinding sun. Intoxicating!

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGHNDDDJJJHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

With this statement, the Colonel erupted! Liza was sobbing, her head cast down and the surrendered cascade of her long hair remained there, played with under the sun, as the Major, who had pulled out of her mouth, also gave her a guttural tribute as he let go of a massive load that put a nice finishing touch upon the dark mass of her hair.

"This is what happens to the Dievka of a mayor who tries to fool us!" the Major said as he left his spot to a crazy-eyed Sergeant who was dying to try her mouth, his cock ready while another officer, our own Major, the second-in-command of our regiment, had already laid himself down, his torso as naked as a Greek athlete under the sun, the Czech version of it, as he masturbated his proud mast while Liza was forced to climb on her next customer.

A multitude of soldiers of all ranks and descriptions rushed at this concentric centre to show their cocks to Yelizaveta, proclaiming her the regiment's official Dievka.

Oh, how I watched this procession of majors and captains who used her like their own cowgirl! Her breasts small, high and proud on her pale chest, as if trying to perpetuate her snobbish ways as the poor girl kept moaning, sobbing and whimpering, while being called a "suka" and a "dievka" over and over again by vociferating soldiers, most of whom actively masturbated as she was so closely encircled by their forest of stiff cocks.

She was praised for her performance by a rain of Czech semen! It landed on her face, on her tits, her thighs where she played the moaning cowgirl, everywhere the semen could reach her, marking our celebration for taking Yekaterinburg.

Everywhere else around us, it was a feverish orgy of naked bourgeois wives and daughters, everyone of them looking magically white and beautiful under the punishing sun. Called tramps and wenches all the time. "Suka!" "Dievka!"

Ekaterina was the average-size personification of how cock-stiffening a pair of breasts looked like on display, now that they were freed from their corset. How fitting a pair of naked buttocks with their soft curves looked as the summarizing reflection of the clash between social classes! The poor man screamed his bliss as he bred a rich man's wife or daughter, bucking her from behind while her knees bled on the asphalt and the girl screamed, "Nieet!!!"

Oftentimes, the father or brother or husband had been spared the horror of watching as he lay still amid a pool of blood, the ruby-red effect of a bullet through the head. Treason, real or perceived, came at a price in these troubled times.

Their skin weren't used to be under the sun. Their bodies weren't used to be shared between so many men at once. Their face and hands were white enough to let us know we weren't raping peasants. So we loved to call them by all the basest names we could think of.

And then it was my turn to lie under Yelizaveta and the troubling youth of her butt! The firm slabs of her buttocks seemed to smile at me as they lowered her facing away from me, as I requested, and her lovely little feet were both bare after they had removed her last remaining shoe and sock, also per my own request. Now Liza the little snub was Eve-naked.

She yelled and whined some more, but was silenced by the cock of a Czech private who indeed told her to "shut the deuce up and make something useful with yer mouth" or so I gathered as he spoke very rapidly, overexcited to get his erection wet with her tongue against it.

I grabbed her maiden's waist and began to bounce her up and down, with a steady rhythm, so high in my elation that I wondered how the penetration had occurred. It simply had. I ordered the little snub tramp to keep bouncing herself while she took the soldier inside her mouth, while two others, who had been masturbating, dumped their loads upon her face and hair, showering her as they groaned under the sun, one of them looking at the gorgeous sky as he sounded like a madman who had just been shot.

I intensified my barrage inside her ever-bouncing body. I was bouncing her harder and harder, loving the sounds of her yelping whimpers, this while that soldier was now giving heat to her face by painting it with his sludge. Her butt became my world! I held and caressed her bare feet on either side of me as her butt kept hypnotizing me! Her white loaves just kept bouncing up and down on my lap; she was a good girl indeed! Obedient now. I was having her with my trousers open, sweating under this sun while her butt captured my whole field of vision, weirdly vast while still being slim, and this while my hands remained on her feet, feeling her ankles, her heels and the tenderness of her soles, dirty soles with dust from that same plaza where she used to walk tall and proud, like the little snub tramp she was. I taunted her:

"You thought you couldn't be touched, eh? Little wench! Your butt is mine! Your feet are bare and free to be touched! Now enjoy! Wench! Wench!"

I wished this would never end! The sun shone bright on her back with the majestic black shiny curtain of hair over it, all of it swaying along with her cowgirl motions, forced as she was to take another soldier's cock in her mouth, while her butt remained facing me; her pussy in my all-mighty possession. The little dievutchka fed my painful erection as I slowed the pace down to make the ride last.

My mouth was open wide! Frothing slobber kept gushing out of my grunting mug as I reached and passed my edge, my thoughts like a fast-running motion picture... Yelizabeta's dark gaze filled with contempt... Her figure, small and adorable in her white dress... Her cleavage safe under her blue muslin shawl... Then she was stripped naked! The city had fallen; it was the law of war! With her black cascade of hair, slightly curly over her slim back, an earring that glistened at the sun, her white butt bouncing on me! Her bottom crashing down in rhythm for my eyes, with her whimpers, and her dainty feet! Dirty with street dust and throbbing in my hands! I felt her distress through her feet.

"A good fuck! Mayor, your daughter is a good fuck! A very very good fuck"--I said before I stuffed her with a massive eruption! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!"

Raging bolts that shot straight up inside her!

"Let her be pregnant!" I yelled, my pleasure turning into pain. My whole body was bathing in sweat under my uniform as I felt the breeze on top of my head, while the smiling lad in command of the light company helped me getting back up on my feet and gave me back my dusty peak-cap as he tapped me on the shoulder. I was over-dressed for such festivities in this heat.

***

Many more humiliations were bestowed upon the young ladies as the afternoon advanced. Two nieces of the mayor were forced to face each other, while each was down on all fours and being bred from behind. They kept complaining about their knees hurting on the harsh asphalt. We just laughed at them. Both had light-brown hair, but one was a shade lighter, almost a blonde. She was also the one with the fullest buttocks.

Bathroom breaks were given. Each girl was led to some area at the plaza's edge. She had no choice but to relieve her bladder while the crowded soldiers watched. We would reward her efforts by slapping those naked buttocks. We kept telling them all they were "good stock" and "really nice wenches to have!"

There was no shortage of new cocks for Yelizaveta to taste and feel inside her.

Ekaterina was suddenly groaning loud in pain, in a way that could entice pity, but we all remembered that her father had been hoisting a Soviet flag until we captured the city; this put new life in us and turned our hearts into stone as far as she was concerned, she and the other wenches. Ekaterina and her little sister, along with their cousins and all these adorable wives, had to be fucked and cleansed by the entire Czech Legion!

"Perhaps ten thousand cocks will be enough for them, Sir!" I told the Division General while drinking fresh beer with him and a handful more officers.

"What's your name, Captain? You sound too Russian to be in this Legion," he replied, looking at me with a mix of suspicion and camaraderie in his blue eyes. This while Ekaterina groaned louder than ever, on all fours, her knees bleeding on the asphalt, as she was being properly sodomized by a most enthusiastic private with others waiting their turns.

"I'm Ivan Sidorov, Sir. From St. Petersburg," I said, suddenly fearing he could have some relatives whose mansion I could have sacked when I was in the Red Army.

"Well, I trust Colonel Marousek in his judgement about you and I bid you welcome in the Legion. I'm Major-General Jaromir Olaf z Kolowrat. Ahh, we gave them a beating! I love the part when we fuck their women while the men's bodies are still warm!"

Then as we spoke, the city's orchestra and our military musicians were having their turns inside Yelizaveta and Ekaterina, each local violinist or clarinettist telling the girl how much he had been dreaming of this as he rewarded her participation with a honest man's load. They had style. They also tried out their asses, both Ekaterina and Yelizaveta, as if to see how high and far the mayor's daughters could sign! These men knew them well. The old conductor of the orchestra shrieked like a lost soul as he became one with Ekaterina and her deepest recess.

They were followed by a cohort of soldiers who were all dying to see if they were as tight as it was said they were. As the sun got lower and the western sky took a more vibrant tinge of gold while the shadows grew longer, Yelizaveta, her sister and the other forced chanteuses were kept on their bleeding knees or more mercifully on their back amid an endless supply of Czech cocks, semen raining down on them! Filling them up to the brim. With vodka poured on them as a comforting bonus.

When the nearest church's belfry and spire seemed to burn like glowing bronze in yet another sky of bloody orange, the mayor's daughters were still being confirmed as Dievkas for the Czech Legion while the orchestra and our own musicians, all gathered again for the grand occasion, most of them half naked, began to play a proverbial polka, Škoda lásky (Beer Barrel Polka), and their conductor was an enthusiastic old man with eyes like a kid in a candy-store. Yelizaveta's all-white bottom seemed to get stuffed with strokes that followed the music as she was yet again enjoyed by a grinning Czech, this one with a wide moustache that seemed to grow three feet wide as he relieved himself and yelled, "Dievka!"

"We'll give you a lot of white to teach you the right side of the war!" I ejaculated as I masturbated like a lunatic over Ekaterina's breasts. Somehow, a chain of gold with a cross had survived the onslaught, proclaiming that Czechs were too religious to steal it from her. They were all good farm boys who just wanted to have their piece of fun with her. They were well-behaved rapists who made sure each of their friends had their turn inside her. An essential military tool, gang-raping girls reinforced morale and camaraderie.

The music, the scent from Ekaterina mixed with the profusion of semen that had been spent on her breasts, and this debauchery of flesh bathing in the rich light of the sunset... All of it was etched in my mind like letters of flaming gold as I blissfully relieved myself on the young smoothness of her gently moving knolls, her medium brown nipples looking at us left and right as two other men also gave tribute to Ekaterina with a sticky load on her face! On her tits! Thickening the gloss of sludge in her cleavage while her breasts seemed to inflate under all our heat.

And then, a man who had been waiting plunged upon and inside her and entered a powerful frenzy of boar-like grunting, losing much slobber on her alarmed face, while she stubbornly kept protesting against the honour we were giving her, and he grunted louder and louder, in a demented pitch that only got more guttural, until he capitulated inside the sobbing girl. With her father kept down on his knees, naked. Watching.

"Mayor," the Colonel said. "I'm afraid your daughters are no longer marriageable now, but we will take you up on your offer and come to your house for a banquet."