Date: Thu, 4 May 2000 14:23:31 +1000
From: cperlite@tpgi.com.au
Subject: Victims of conflict 17

Victims of Conflict 17 (M/M) (M/t) (M/b) (anal) (oral)

Edited by Ed

Victims of Conflict 17.

It was lucky the lights were still on in the major general's luxury
quarters because neither he or his batman remembered to carry torches. It
meant the harem refugeess were still awake and it would simplify things
when the major general chose another boy to be with him in bed. His batman
had offered his eight year old and he accepted and after he decided on
another, both young boys would have no option but to submit themselves to
the major general. Williams, his batman followed him inside. One hand
holding the hand of his eight year old wife and in the other, a letter from
the London War Office, recently delivered by a despatch rider.

The boys and youths of the harem were in the reception hall and they
watched Williams bend to give his boy a kiss but the child mistook his
intention and opened his mouth wide, thinking he wanted lick and suck the
saliva from it which he was doing often. All the other harem pre-teens knew
what it was like to have the tongue of Williams down their throats because
he had sampled the saliva of every one of them. The major general's eyes
were roving over their nude bodies in his selection process until they
rested on a ten year old with interesting squint. His choice was made and
he turned to Williams.

"Ah. I see you've still got the letter Williams."

"Yes sir. I wouldn't lose a thing like that."

"Well you'll be losing your little wife to me tonight. Which one should I
fuck first. Him, or that little cock eyed tyke over there?"

Williams pursed his lips in rapid thought. "I'd be fucking that one first
sir because you might be able to staighten his eyes out or cross them even
more if you ram it straight up him. I know how good mine is to fuck and you
could try him out for seconds. That'll make sure you blow your bolt twice
and then you can have a good night's sleep afterwards." It was a last ditch
attempt to save the anus of his eight year old wife from the major
general's extra large erection being thrust into it.

"Good thinking. Now then let's have a look what's in the letter. I hope the
War Office isn't still complaining about the amount of Vaseline were
using."  He opened the envelope and scanned the contents. "Oh blast!
Scotland yard detectives have discovered a person closely related to the
Abraham Golberg family and living somewhere in London."

"They're the people who that rabbi was trying to find because they own the
castle don't they?"

"Yes and it looks as though Scotland Yard has stolen a march on him. And
the secret service chaps in M.I.5."

"What'll happen now sir? Will we get kicked out?"

"I suppose it depends on whether they find this relative. It's such a
damned nuisance for Britain to be so civilised. In most countries the
person would be quietly murdered but it won't happen that way. If they do
find this person, were in big trouble."

"Yes sir. Shall I take that cock eyed kid and my boy to the toilet for a
shit then clean their arseholes out in the shower so they'll be ready for
you to use them in bed sir?"

"Good thinking again Williams. I'll go and undress in my bedroom then come
back here. I'll be having a go at tasting the slaver in some of these
little one's mouths because you seem to enjoy doing it so much. I'll have
to tell colonel Walker about it. He likes doing kinky things and it'll make
a change from chewing cheese from foreskins."

"Yes sir. Shall I bring them back here or take them straight to your
bedroom after I get them ready for you sir?"

"Take them to the bedroom and have both their arseholes greased up and
ready."

"Yes Sir."

Events were moving swiftly in London after a long and intensive search, not
just in Britain but police departments all all over the world had been
given instructions by their governments to assist in discovering if there
were any members of the Abraham Goldberg family still surviving. If any
relations to the family were alive then they were in a position to lay
claim to he magnificent castle of Schloss Weinberg and it would mean the
lifestyle of the soldiers and refugees occupying it were in serious
jeopardy.

A Scotland Yard detective discovered a Solomon Goldberg had been sent from
Schloss Weinberg to England for an education at the prestigious Harrow
Public School and he had later attended Baliol College in Oxford
University. From there, the trail had gone cold for a while until it was
discovered the jew had opened a chain of army surplus stores all over
England.

There was still a minor problem and that was none of the employees in the
shops knew where he lived. He had organised a chain of upper management
comprising solicitors, buyers and management consultants to run the
operation but even the man directing it had no idea where his chief
was. All his instructions were by telephone but he did not know where from
and he said the last time he had spoken to him face to face was more than a
year ago. It was when Britain was celebrating victory over Japan with
street parties in every city, town and village. He described him as a black
haired man in his mid twenties and was good looking with a cultured way of
speaking without any trace of a foreign accent. He also said he was going
to visit Japan as soon as things had settled enough for him to travel
around the country safely but he didn't say why he was going or when he
would be back.

This led the detectives to the passports office and it surprised them to
find the jew had left the country for Japan but had returned from Buenos
Aries in Argentina. Since then he had travelled many times and extensively
through Europe, Africa, India and Ceylon but had always returned from
Buenos Aries. The most important clue to what he looked like was a copy of
his passport photograph. The only thing detectives could do was post a
telephone technician and a policeman in the director's office and wait
until he telephoned again. The call could be traced and detectives would be
able to interview him.

The man had become a mystery. It was found that profits from the shops were
deposited in local banks then transferred to Coutts, the well established
and highly respected bankers but from there, the money was sent to a secret
Swiss bank account.

Two days after his head man's telephone was bugged, detectives were very
interested to hear he had just made a telephone call from the Savoy
Hotel. The War Office was immediately informed of developments and the
major general was sent another message marked 'Urgent' and 'Top Secret'. He
was in the castle courtyard when the message was given to him by the
adjutant.

Captain Alexander Rowland had to wait for a couple of seconds while he told
the members of his harem to stop jumping up and down in front of
him. "Hello Alex. I see you've got a letter with capital letters in red
ink. I presume it's from the War Office?"

"Yes Wally. It's only just arrived."

"I hope so, seeing it's marked urgent and I wonder why it's top secret."

"Could be about another war starting and we'll end up with more refugees
with big cocks after we've won it." He watched the major general take the
message out of the envelope and read its contents.

"Oh dear Alex. It might mean we've just lost a war."

"Lost? Heaven forbid! Why?"

"Well it's been a secret upto now but I knew a rabbi was trying to find any
survivors of the family who own this castle but Scotland Yard has beaten
him to it. Apparently detectives have interviewed the only son of Abraham
Goldberg, the family head."

"Oh my gosh! That sounds very serious. We might get our marching orders
then. What can be done about it?"

"Quite a lot. We're not beaten yet. I'm off to London immediately. Is that
Landrover driver that brought me still here?"

"No he's not, neither is the Landrover but colonel Walker's Mercedes staff
car still is. The driver was sent back in one of the trucks which brought
the refugees here."

"Wonderful.  Find someone who can drive and get the car fuelled up and
checked over. Rremember to keep this under your hat. You can tell the
officers but keep it quiet from the other ranks. I don't want to spoil the
fun they're having."

"How will you get to London?"

"Back to Salzburg then I'll comandeer a direct flight to London if
necessary. This matter is very urgent."

"If you take Williams, what'll happen to your boys?"

"I think lieutenant Smythe can take in the little ones and you, the colonel
and major Bellamy can share the rest among you while I'm gone. Some of the
older ones have big cocks but not as big as the ones on those you already
have. They'll make up for it in youthfull enthusiasm while they're fucking
you so they'll keep you happy. Lieutenant Smythe will be happy with my
snookums."

"I know because he told me he's keen on fucking him."

"Half his luck because I haven't been able to fuck him yet. He's still too
tight for me but he enjoys it now when smaller cocks get up him. I must
grab Williams and get him to pack ready for the trip. He shouldn't be long
doing it. He's experienced now."

Captain Rowland smiled. "Yes and he'll be getting more experience at having
your prick up his arse again while you're away."

"Quite so. I like to have my all my men well trained and ready. His arse
should be nice and tight again by now. I haven't made use of it for ages."

The journey to London took less than twenty four hours because there was a
flight departing from Salzburg airport only an hour after Williams and the
major general arrived. It landed in London in the early morning and a
civilian taxi took them from the airport to the Savoy Hotel where a booking
had been arranged by the commander of the British military camp at
Salzburg.

They had slept well during the flight and were sufficiently awake to
receive Mr Prendergast, the permanent under secretary for defence. He
briefed the major general on how successful the search for members of the
Abraham Goldberg family had been, even though only one had been
located. Afterwards, the major general was deep in thought until he asked
Mr Prendergast a question.

"You say he's staying in this hotel. Was he brought here to see me?"

"No. Apparently he came here of his own accord."

"Strange but lucky coincidence I suppose. Have you met him yet."

"No. The only jew I've met was rabbi Issidor Aaron in the minister's
office. Meeting one jew a year is enough for me."

The major general didn't comment on the racist remark even though it made
him angry. "Do you know which suite he's in?"

"Yes. Reception told me after I showed them my credentials. He's in suite
304 and the Scotland Yard chaps who quizzed him couldn't find out if he's
he's got a pemanent residence in England. They didn't press the point
because it's not that important. He has two people staying here with him
who don't speak English and the detectives think they're possibly his
bodyguards."

"Oh? So they're foreign then?"

"From what I understand. One appears to be Japanese and the other's a
negro. Both young."

Williams heard what was said and he saw how the major general became very
interested. "Well Mr. Prendergast, thank you for coming here and give my
fond regards to the minister when you return to Westminster. I appreciate
your help."

"No trouble at all. And if we can be of further help, let us know. The
minister speaks very highly of you and your refugee project."

The major general was on the telephone to suite 304 as soon as
Mr. Prendergast departed. A cultured voice answered the call.

"Hello. Goldberg here."

"Good morning Mr. Goldberg. I'm Walter Buckley and I've just arrived in
London from Schloss Weinberg."

"Ah. So you're the major general Buckley I've been told
about. Congratulations on your efforts with refugees in the castle."

"Thank you Mr. Goldberg. That's what I'd like to discuss with you."

"I'd be delighted. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"We haven't had time."

We? Who's we?"

"I have my batman with me?"

"I see and I have my two companions here too. They're always starving. So
why don't you both have breakfast here?"

"Most certainly. When should we join you?"

"Straight away if you can."

Good then. We'll only be a few minutes." The major general put the
telephone down then hugged and kissed his batman who became worried at this
unique way he showed his affection. It never happened before.

"Aw sir. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Absolutely not Williams. Well, not just now. Perhaps later. We're about to
have breakfast with Mr Goldberg and his two boys."

"Boys? Oh. He's got those bodyguards that the government bloke mentioned
there then."

"Yes. And it'll be very interesting to see what they look like."

After quickly washing their hands and faces, they set off for suite 304. It
was a surprise for them to find the door already open and an exremely fit
looking japanese youth of about eighteen standing in front of it with a
wide smile. He bowed and startled them with what he said because
Mr. Prendergast told the major general the bodyguards couldn't speak
English.

"Good morning and welcome good sirs."

"Good morning to you too. We've come to have breakfast with you and
Mr. Goldberg. Oh and his other friend."

"I know. Please come in."

The first person they saw when they entered the lounge was a magnificent
young negro wearing a string mesh singlet to show off his sculptured chest
and abdominals. Standing behind him was the tall figure of Mr. Goldberg in
a dressing gown and with bare feet. Both he and the negro had relaxed and
welcoming smiles on their faces and the major general and Williams were
surprised again when the negro held his hand out to be shaken before that
of Mr. Goldberg.  He grinned at their puzzled faces when their hands were
bring shaken then he held out his hand to repeat the procedure.

"Welcome general and you too private. I've heard a little about happenings
in Schloss Weinberg but I don't know if it's true."

The major general shrugged his shoulders. "It all depends what you've heard
but we have six hundred young refugees there, some who have their small
brothers with them and there's already been a close bond established
between them and our soldiers manning the castle. Other ranks have two
refugees in their care while officers can have as many as they like."

"I see. I understand the Nazis built a barracks there. Is that where the
refugees sleep?"

The major general knew it was a very leading question and he had to be
careful how to reply but somehow he felt safe with the jew and suspected he
was of the same persuasion as himself. He breathed deeply before he
answered. "No. Most of them sleep with the soldiers in their quarters."

"A very cosy arrangement and I commend you for organising it. And before I
forget, as I did when we were on the phone. I want to congratulate you on
winning the war. I'm pleased the Germans were defeated but not all that
much because I'm not enamoured about Jewish scriptures."

"To tell the truth. I'm not much in love with the Christian scripturess
either. They're too restrictive to people's way of life."

"Exactly. And that's why I'm in England. I got kicked out of Schloss
Weinberg and I'm not keen on seeing the place ever again."

"Kicked out? I think when you get possesion of the place again, you'll be
in a position to kick us out."

"I doubt it after what you've just told me. What are the ages of the
refugees?"

Again this was a leading question but the major general felt more
comfortable in responding. "The oldest would be about twenty three but I
didn't want to separate those who had brothers in Dresen so they were
brought with them. Some are quite young"

"How young?"

"They're all below puberty and the youngest is in my care. He's four."

"And do the young ones sleep with the soldiers too?"

"Yes. More than a hundred do Mr. Goldberg."

"Oh please call me Sol. That's what my two boys here call me. I think by a
very fortunate chance, we might have quite a lot in common general."

The major general laughed in relief. "And I'd be very annoyed if you didn't
call me Wally. My batman here is called Williams because we must adhere to
military discipline."

Sol's eyebrows lifted slightly. He turned to Williams. "Tell me. Are you
ever severely disciplined Williams?"

"Never. He's never hit me because he knows I'd cross my legs on him if he
did."


To be continued in the final chapter.

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