Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2000 13:16:19 +1000
From: cperlite@tpgi.com.au
Subject: Victims of conflict 13

Victims of Conflict (M/M) (M/t) (M/b)

Edited by Ed.

Victims of Conflict 13

In Westminster, London, the permanent under secretary for defence was
preparing for a meeting with his minister. Like most British parliamenary
public servants, he complained about being hoplessly overloded with work
and this damned meeting meant he had to forego his morning game of golf. If
it dragged on too long, he would never get away at lunchtime for afternon
sherries at his club then a nap under a copy of the Times in his favourite
armchair. He sighed vexedly and ruffled through the papers of this
morning's agenda again to be sure they were in sequence.

First, the meeting would be joined by a rabbi Issidor Aaron who had a
request of some sort then there was a new policy directive about games of
football between Germans and British troops. Fraternisation with the
vanquished Germans in games of football was not to be allowed in case they
might win and get uppity.

He knocked on the minister's door then opened it in the obsquieous way
public servants have. "Good morning minister."

"Good morning Prendergast. We've got that Yid waiting in the public
reception. Might as well show him in. The quicker he's in the sooner he's
out."

"Of course sir. Here's the papers of this morning's business. Might as well
look them over while I'm checking to see if the fellow needs fumigating
before I fetch him."

Haa. Ha Yuck. Yack. That's the spirit Prendergast. They all need chucking
in the jolly sheep dip."

To make matters worse for the jew who Prendergast ushered into the
minister's presence, he was a youngish ultra orthodox jew with fanatic eyes
staring from a sallow face. His big black hat, which he didn't remove
covered black lank hair done up in plaits and silly sideburns and his coat
and gaiters were an unmitigated black. 'Pity someone doesn't bang these
bastard's heads harder at the wailing wall,' The minister thought as he
rose to cordially shake hands with him but try as he might, he couldn't
smile.

"Well rabbi. What brings you here to grace our presence?"

"Vell meeneester. I vill come straight at ze point wizout furzer adoing.
Ass you know, zere iss millons of our dear brezeren vot hass been took out
from ze conzentration camps. It iss wery deeficult to conwince some of zem
zey should return to ze holy land. Ze land of our fazers and zere fazers
and zere forefazers and-"

"Yes yes rabbi. And I presume their forefathers' forefathers too ad
infinitum. Please continue."

"Zat's yust vot I am saying. It still belong to zem."

"What does?"

"I am saying ewery ting vot got tooked off them?"

"You mean the land of you forefathers' forefathers etcetera and all that?"

"Yes of course but no. Our dear brezeren vant back all vot got took off zem
by ze steenking svines."

"Oh. And who are they?"

"Zere iss only von steenking svines. All of them. Zey are all steenk in
Deutchland. Ewweryvone."

"You might be aware we have eight thousand of our troops in Germany. Surely
you don't include them too?"

"Vy zey not keel ze Deutchlander zen? Ewwery German is steenking sheet."

"It might not be a good idea rabbi. As you said before. There are many of
your faith who are Geman ciltizens and yet to be sent to er, Palestine." He
almost said 'land of the Palestinians' but corrected himself in time.

"Vell zey vant back vat ze steenking svine took. Zere is many many
seengs. Like all ze gold, ze shops, ze banks, ze houses and many more
etceteras as you just vos saying."

"I quite see your point rabbi. I would only be too delighted to make all
these reparations to your bretheren as you ask but such a thing is a matter
for the Foreign Office to consider because we are no longer at war. Or
perhaps you could ask the Americans.

"American sent me to see you and if you not geeve back, ve find ze gold,
take ze shops, banks, houses and Schloss Veinberg."

"Slosh who? Oh! Just a minute. I know of the place you mean. Oh no,
absolutely not dear chap. That place is the property of the British Army
until the proper owners are found. Have you any idea where they are?"

"It belong to ze Abraham Goldberg family. Werry reech. Werry poverful in ze
bank beeznez. I not know where zey is."

"If you do find them, I'd be obliged if you would let me know. And I would
suggest you start looking for them straight away. Is there anything else
you would like to discuss?" The minister hoped not.

"Bah. Zen I veel find if any of Abraham Goldberg family ees steel alive zen
I tell you."

"Thank you. I would be most obliged if you would and good day to you
rabbi. Show the gentleman out Prendergast."

Predergast returned grinning after the rabbi departed. "Beats me how on
earth chaps of that type manage to invade places like this."

"Hmm. I'ts just as well he did. At least we know what he's up to in
relation to major general Buckley's fine enterprise with those refugees.
We must let him know. The man's a hero in what he's doing and I'd rather
it's him and not me being surrounded by refugee blighters."

The nude major general was not at all unhappy being surrounded by his male
harem of refugees in the dining room of his luxury suite. He had his nude
four year old pet on his knee and feeding him tit bits from his plate. The
other nineteen pre-teens and youths at the same table no longer took any
interest in what the high ranking officer did to the child. They were fully
resigned to their fate as sex objects for his amusement too and were only
too glad to have him abusing the boy and not themselves. In any case, none
of them could understand what he was saying in his foreign language.

"Come on snookums, hurry up and eat because you're going to be fucked again
straight after dinner. That nice chap is going to shove his big cock up you
again so your arsehole will be really wide open and I might be able get my
cock up you tomorrow if it's not too sore. Then afterwards I'll be able to
fuck you whenever I want. Won't that be nice my precious?"

The child smiled enchantingly up at him after gulping down a big lump of
custard covered treacle tart the major general had spooned into him. His
seventeen year old brother acting as a waiter grinned approvingly at them
and hoped the boy's anus was not stretched too far because he liked fucking
him too. At least the major general was gentle with his brother, not rough
like his ex nineteen year old boy friend was when he fucked him. He didn't
even worry when his little brother started to cry. He just kept fucking him
and that's why his love affair with the nineteen year old was on hold for
the moment.

The major general was obviously getting impatient and his penis which was
slack when he came into the dining room, now had the appearance of being a
lot bigger and he had positioned it high up between his four year old pet's
thighs so they were in contact with his tiny testicles. The eighteen year
old who had fucked the child prior to dinner was sitting next to them and
the major general made him do it because he had more work to do on his
little pet. He wanted the teenager to fuck the boy again but more
successfully the next time. The youth had been over eager and ejaculated as
soon as his erection was completely embedded in his small buttocks but it
was more than an hour since it happened and he should be sufficiently
recovered by now to do it again.  The major general stood with the child in
his arms and signalled for his older brother and the eighteen year old to
follow him into his bedroom.

Dinner was also over in the great banqueting hall and lieutenant Smythe
with the help of some other ranks who liked young boys had rounded up the
eight children who had been separated from their older brothers. The
children's imminent fate would be something for them to experience for the
first time but their older brothers had already become resigned to sucking
a soldiers penis or being fucked by it. The farewell they gave their young
siblings was tearful just like the mother of a bride at a wedding because
they knew what was in store for the children and there was nothing they
could do to rescue them from fates worse than death. It was made more
obvious by Fred, the tall private. He had taken a boy nearing pubescence
from his brother's arms into his own and after licking the forefinger of
his left hand, pushed it completely into the boy's buttocks making him cry
and tears were flowing down his big brother's cheeks just as
copiously. They would have been even more copious if he was aware that Fred
intended to torture the boys testicles by whipping them with a belt before
he fucked him.

The famous international rugby player, Sidney Banks made sure he collected
the six year old boy who looked just like his own wife's twin. They had the
same curly blond hair and blue eyes and identical ways of clinging closely
to the older male they were with. The only to difference between them was
that Sid's wife was happy to be sitting on his shoulders and the other boy
had begun to sob and he was also a virgin. His big fifteen year old brother
held him tightly at first as if to protect him but the sergeant who had
made him his wife gently released the sobbing child and handed him over to
Sid with a smile.

"Are you going to keep him Sid?"

"I haven't made my mind up yet sarge. I just thought it would be good for
my little missus to have some company."  Sid held the boy under one
muscular arm while his child wife looked down at him curiously from Sid's
massive shoulders.

"Well if he's anything like his big brother, he'll be a fantastic fuck.
He's that good in bed I didn't even bother about getting another one." The
sergeant gave his fifteen year old spouse a hug and an ephemeral smile
brightened his sad face.

"It looks as though he's in love with you sarge. Does he like being
fucked?"

"Like it? He loves it. It's was impossible to stop him shooting his load
before me so I have to wank him off first. Then we can get into it.
Y'know. Nice and steady and we must've tried every position."

"I've only tried the one. Side by side but I might get him to sit on my
cock soon. Now his arse is properly stretched, he's starting to enjoy it
too. I've even got him to dry blow and he really loves that."

"Really? When you're fucking him?"

Sid laughed. "No. He's not that well trained yet. I suck him off or
sometimes jerk him off afterwards.

"I'll tell you what Sid. If you ever want to ged rid of either of them. I
wouldn't mind giving one as young as them a go. I've never even thought of
fucking a kid before."

"Well I only got this first one of mine because he reminded me of the
missus back home."

"Same as mine. He's about the same size as my missus and he's the better
fuck by miles though. Which one do you like best?"

"This one. He's always a lot tighter and easier to fuck. He doesn't give
all the excuses that he's not feeling ready for it and all that kind of
bullshit. Oh hello sir. I didn't know you were standing behind me."
Lieutenant Smythe had just come up behind him holding his two children in
each hand.

"Well I wasn't really standing behind you. I'm looking for Williams. The
adjutant has a rather urgent message for the major general from London.
He's looking for Williams too." He was unaware that Williams had gone with
private Fred Barraclough to see how the refugee boy he had taken from his
older brother would be rapidly broken in. It would be an education for his
own eight year old wife to see what could happen to a refugee even younger
than him.

If Williams had been found and had taken the message to the major general,
he would have found him totally pre occupied. His four year old pet was
lying on the fourposter bed gazing at the ceiling with a dazed expression
having just been fucked by the eighteen year old refugee who had been made
to do it. He had been unwilling at first because he had already ejaculated
into the child less than two hours before and it had taken a long time of
thrusting into the boys buttocks before he climaxed again. This suited the
major general perfectly because he had been carefully examining his pet's
face as his anus became more dilated and at first, the boy was showing
slight stress but he gradually became more relaxed and even reached upwards
to the teenager's waist while he was being fucked. Another thing which
attracted the major general's attention were the eighteen year old's
perfect buttocks as he thrust into is pet. The way they moved had caused
the stiffening of his erection even more than watching the copulaion itself
and he was glad when the teenager's penis finally slid out, making him
available for the same purpose as his pet.

The stress showing on the eighteen year old's face was much greater than
the child's when his virginity was taken by the major general's very large
erection making it's first determined thrust into him and his pet had not
yelled out in agony either. It was a deliberate act of the major general to
use his restraint and to make his time in the teenager's buttocks as
pleasurable as possible.  After he raped the nineteen year old, he felt
dissatified and guilty somehow. The young man was far too beautiful to have
had something like that happen to him and although he had made amends with
him and he was was happy and relaxed enough when he was subjected to sexual
overtures again, there was still a tinge of remorse in the major general's
mind about what happened.

This time though with the copulation of the eighteen year old, he would be
as proffessionally amorous as possible to ensure a reciprocal feeling of
enjoyment in the youth's magnificent body. The first thrust into him had
been deliberate. It was meant to get his deflowering over with quickly and
also to make the comparison with his initial pain and later feelings of
sensuality more intense once his colon was widened.  His trauma of of being
suddenly thrust into a womanly role gradually lessened as the side by side
copulation progressed and the major general even paused from time to time
to reach around his waist and fondle his penis until after only a short
time it began to respond.  Soon after, when the teenager was fully erect
and his body relaxed, the major general withdrew to the young man's
surprise and puzzlement but then he realized why when he felt himself being
repositioned on his back wih his legs raised high on his chest. The second
entry into him was a lot less painful and he even appreciated the new
mystic feeling of having something so large embedded in his body but not
moving. He did not know why but his legs seemed to invountarily move down
to circle the high ranking officer's lower back and gently press his body
closer to him and a feeling of completeness suffused him when the primal
movement began again and gathered momentum. Anyone watching could never
have known the intensity of feeling the pair were beginning to experience.
They were being transcended into a higher plane of consciousnes where
nothing else mattered anymore other than following the pre destined path to
achieving the utimate conclusion to their now symbiotic love making. When
it came they both gave vent to their feelings in sighs and ectstatic groans
and the major general could feel by the way the young man's body was wide
open to receive multiple spurts of impregnation into his bowels that
another of his harem was broken in to provide similar enchanting moments on
his bed. Not only that, it was the best fuck he could ever remember.

For the next twenty minutes they lay there kissing and stroking each other
until the major general tapped the debauched young man on his buttocks in a
signal for them to rise and rejoin the harem. The major general was
suddenly keen to see who the teenager's pre-teen brother was. It was
unlikely any future fuck could be better than the one he just had but it
might be worthwile to see how his little brother performed on the same bed.

to be continued