A Very Private War
By Beaten Man   Replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Three Men and one Madamoiselle 


Warning: Extreme Violence.

In Fact Extremely Extreme Violence - not for the squeamish.or those under 18

Don't say I didn't warn you

Chapter 1: Three Blind Mice - Three Blind Mice

The date was January 5th, 1945. The midway point of what the allied armies
referred to as the Battle of the Bulge.

They were in the Ardennes forest, fifty miles inside Belgium near the German
border. The area was isolated and the three German soldiers had become
seperated from their company. They were lost and seeking shelter against the
bitter winter cold. They were hungry, and they were desperate.

These men were the elite of what was left of the once mighty German army. As
the allied forces closed in on Germany from two sides these hardened veterans
of the Russian front had been rushed west to the Ardennes to help insure the
loyalty of one of Hitlers tank divisions as the desperate Wermacht prepared
for one last gasp attempt to stop the Allies advance into the Motherland.

They were SS, the best of the best, strong, tough fighting men. They were led
by Capt. Deidrich Frasner, a six foot one inch, two hundred pound, blonde
haired blue eyed Aryan symbol of German masculinity. He held every conceivable
medal the third Reich had to offer for skill in battle.

His companions were no less symbols of the best of Germanic manhood. Sgt
Werner Nacht had been awarded the Iron Cross for bravery and had single
handedly killed over 200 Russian soldiers. Some with his bare hands. His two
hundred and twenty pound, six foot two inch frame was as hard as steel. With
his shaved head and black goatee he was a ferocious sight. Corporal Hans
Mitler, eight years younger than the other two at twenty two, felt dwarfed by
his comrades at only five foot nine. But he was a sturdy hundred and eighty
pounds of muscle none the less. He lacked their medals but the dark haired
soldier was every bit as experienced in battle. He had spent three years on
the Russian front declining numerous promotions so that he could stay in the
heart of battle He enjoyed the fighting and the smell of war.

A scant thousand yards from the three soldiers Lillian Bertrand prepared her
dinner in the tiny kitchen of her small cottage. She was a widow and had
recently purchased the cottage for the isolation it provided her. It sat in a
small clearing in the middle of the forest, hidden from the view of the rest
of the world. Since it sat behind the German lines she had been able to
purchase it for almost nothing. It was small, inexpensive and isolated. It
served her purpose splendidly.

She had once been a beauty. But a work filled life of farming and labor
coupled with six years of warfare had faded her and left her hardened. No
longer was her brown hair thick and lustrous, it was faded and dull, kept
short and close about her head.. Her once sparkling hazel eyes now carried an
ever present sadness that faded them. She wore no make up and her face was
dark and lined from years of hardwork exposed to the sun and the elements. Her
thirty eight year old, still firm, breasts and her seductivly curved hips and
derriere were the only truly feminine parts of her Five foot six inch 150
pound body. Her arms and legs were layered in thick muscle from the long years
of hard work. They were supple but far to muscular for what passed for beauty
in 1945 Europe. Her stomach was ribbed with hard muscle.

Her husband had died fighting the Nazis in 1942 and her son had been killed in
1944 , six days after he had joined with the free french forces fighting the
Nazi's in northern France. He had turned eighteen the week before. She was
alone with her memories , her mourning , and her hatred of all things German.

The smell of Lillian's dinner on the fire brought the three soldiers to the
clearing. As good soldiers they spread out and stealthily approached the
cottage from three sides. They moved silently and paused for cover frequently
as they approached.

The widow Bertrand was just setting an extra three places at the table for the
three men she had seen creeping up on her cottage when they burst through the
door with their rifles aimed and ready.

Hands up Capt.Frasner shouted in perfect French as he entered. Move and you
die.

She was taken at gun point to her room where she was stripped of her clothing
and then bound to the bed, her wrists tied to the posts. As she lay in her
room the three SS soldiers ravenously devoured the dinner she had been
preparing and anything else they could find in her kichen. They had not eaten
since becoming seperated from their Panzer division twenty four hours earlier.

These men were soldiers, not rapists or hoodlums. But they were men. Just as
they had not eaten in a day, none of them had been with a woman in at least a
year. All of them thought that was quite long enough. And though the widow
Bertrand's beauty had faded somewhat she was still quite attractive. She was
not only the prettiest woman they had seen in a year, she was the only one
they had even seen in three months.

Certain plans were made over dinner.

Sgt Nacht was to begin reconnoitering back towards the German border. The
Captain reasoned that would be the surest route to finding the German army. He
was to go one hour in that direction while marking his trail. He was then to
return to the cottage. Cpl. Mitler was to stand a one hour watch over the
cottage and the clearing. Capt.Frasner would begin raping Lillian immediately
after the Sgt. left. One hour later it would be the Corporals turn and an hour
after that she would be the property of the returning Seargent Nacht.

All very military and with Aryan precision, Capt.Frasner thought smugly as he
watched the departing Sgt. Nacht. How is it possible the Allies are advancing
against an army such as ours.?

Chapter 2 - See How They Run to The Farmers Wife

Capt. Frasner admired the woman tied to the bed in front of him. He had an
hour and there was no need to rush. He watched her not for arousal, he was
already aroused and more. He watched her because he wished for her to watch
him. He considered himself an adonis and wished to inspire her. She smiled
back at him as he looked down at her.

Lillian began slowly rotating her hips as her breath began to quicken. She
looked into the Captains blue eyes and moaned softly She pushd her shoulders
against the mattress beneath her so that her breasts would move slightly from
side to side.

He slowly disrobed as the widow Bertrand moaned louder and increased the tempo
of her movements.

He lowered himself into Lillian"s lustful moisture and her moans became gasps
of pleasure.

She licked at his face and ears as she franticly thrust her hips. The muscles
in her arms tautened and relaxed as she shook the bed posts with her bound
hands. He attacked her breasts with his lips and she began to scream in
ecstasy. The rhythm of their lovemaking kept rising and rising as their hips
thrust ever more wildly.

Finally the tempo reached a fever pitch and Capt. Frasner convulsed in climax.
He wailed in sheer delight as his semen sprayed into his gyrating love
partner. The Captain collapsed onto her body, totally sated, totally
exhausted.

She lay beneath him moaning in his ear. More, More, I beg you more. I have not
had a man in years. Never one such as yourself. Please more . She begged him
again, this time in halting German.

He arose from her and brought his drenched member to her lips. I will need
inspiration he said, this time in German. You shall have it mon capitan she
replied as she began to run her mouth over his cock, pausing to gently lick as
she reached the tip.

She took him in her mouth and began sliding it up and down his reawakening
penis. As he moaned in response she bit down as hard as she could.

The Captain screamed in horror and agony as she bit though and pulled it
bloodily from his body!

With his hands clutching his groin the Captain collapsed once more upon her.
He was screaming in agonized terror and pain.

Cpl Mitler burst throught the door in response to his captains screams. He has
become stuck she yelled at him as the Captain screamed atop her. Get him off
me!. Do something quickly!

Chapter 3 - She Cut off Their Tails with a Carving Kniife

In a panic, Cpl. Mitler ran to the bed side and cut the bindings from her
hands so that she could assist him with the stricken officer. With her hands
freed she pushed the captain from below as the corporal pulled him from above.
Together they raised the bloody and sobbing Capt. Deidrich Frasner from her
body

The corporal had the Captain supported from behind as he held his screaming
leader about the chest. Lillian reach passed the horrified officer she had
castrated and drove her fingers deep into the corporals eyes. He dropped the
Captain and stumbled back clutching at his bleeding eyes with both hands.

The widow Bertrand ran to him and began punching him in the stomach with
powerful lefts and rights. He groaned and sank to his knees still clutching at
hs eyes. She punched him under the chin and he fell on his back. The captain
was still writhing in agony on the floor in front of him.

She jumped on the corporals chest and began raining punches on his face. He
punched back at her blindly. As he slowly died his punches weakened and
finally ceased.

She continued to beat his face until she was sure he was dead.

She rose from the corporals body and headed back towards the officer that lay
wailing in a fetal position on her floor. When she got to him she wrapped her
bloody hands around his throat and began to squeeze as hard as her powerful
hands and arms could. He gurgled and beat at her face franticly.

She lowered her head beneath his punches and grabbed his ear with her mouth.
She bit down on his ear and tore at it as she continued to choke him. He
pounded her back franticly. He beat down on her back right up until the moment
he died.

When he stopped resisting she released his neck and, as she had done with his
comrade, punched his face until she was satisfied that he was dead beyond a
shadow of a doubt.

She was not a woman that was easily convinced.

But she had time. The sergeant would not return for nearly two hours.

Chapter 4 - Did You Ever See Such a Sight in Your Life

To say that the sight which greeted Sgt Werner Nacht upon his return from his
two hour mssion surprised him would be like saying beating a bull's balls with
a bat irks him...

Surprised wouldn't begin to describe it.

As he entered the cottage there was the widow Bertrand, face bruised but now
fully clothed and not at all tethered, busily cleaning the dishes from their
earlier meal. She smiled warmly as he passed her towards the open bedroom
door.

Beyond the door he could see an eyeless and basically faceless Cpl Mitler on
the floor, Just beyond him an equally faceless, but also earless and
groinless, Capt.Frasner lay, even more assuredly dead, His body reclined
against the bed facing out towards him.

What is this, he began to say, just as the amazingly physical widow Bertrand
slammed into his back with her shoulder and drove him into the bedroom wall.
She punched at his kidneys while pushing.

The sergeant was a trained fighter and reacted instinctively. He threw his
elbow back over the pushing Lillian, .twisting as he did so. As his body
turned to face her he threw a short punch to her jaw and knocked her
backwards. As she staggered back he stepped in and punched her again, but this
time in the stomach.

Lillian started leaning forward, Sgt Nacht thought, from the blow to her
stomach, but suddenly straightend and punched as hard as she could at his chin
with her right fist. She threw a looping roundhouse left just after the right.
Both blows landed, one behind the other, and the sergeant was knocked sideways
as the second hit his jaw.

He roared and charged back driving his shoulder into her side, He ran her
sideways towards the opposite wall until she was slammed into it. She twisted
forward dippng her shoulder and sliding her arm up over his head. As she
grasped him in the headlock she continued to pull him around her until his
head was between her and the wall. His left armed was pinned to the wall.

She punched at his head while applying the headlock and he alternately punched
at her back or pushed at her chin with his one free hand. He tore himself free
from the headlock and grabbed her by the hair. As he was drawing back his
right fist to punch her face Lillian's own right punched him in the adams
apple. He released her hair and she grabbed his shirt with both hands and
turned him into the wall as he gasped for breath. As his back hit the wall she
drove her knee up into his balls.

Evidently pleased by the sounds made by him when her knee struck she repeated
the motion and drove her knee again into Sgt Nacht's nuts. The second noise he
made can best be described as oooooonffth. The tightening that accompanies a
knee to the groin arrived in the sergeants stomach as the nffth part was being
groaned. He dropped to his knees and she grabbed his ears and held his head as
she drove her knee repeatedly into his nose.

Between the blow to the adams apple, the two knees at ground zero and the
broken nose, air had become a scarce commodity in Werner Nacht 's lungs. He
toppled forward from his knees until his forehead was also on the floor. He
drew his hands into his groin and balanced on his knees and forehead.

He had been in that position a moment or two when Lillian brought her elbow
down hard on the middle of his back. He found the breath to cry out so Lillian
repeated the elbow smash twice more and the Sgt. collapsed the rest of the way
to the floor.

Stopping only to kick the prostrate sergeant in the face, Lillian ran to the
bed and retrieved the corporals knife. She got back to Sgt. Nacht as he was
getting his knees back under him. She plunged the knife repeatedly into his
back as he attempted to rise. He had made it about halfway up when she stabbed
him a final time, leaving the knife in his neck. He sank back to his knees
grabbing at the knife sticking out the back of his neck. The he toppled
forward dead.

Lillian delivered a last kick to his face as he fell forward.

Chapter 5 - When You Build a Better Mousetrap the World Beats a Path to Your
Door

Lillian Bertrand would need to hurry. There wasn't much time. She had to get
rid of three large bodies that were bleeding all over her house. There might
be more German soldiers in the area that would be stopping at her cottage.
They would be alarmed at the discovery of three of their comrades dead. She
would need to clean up the mess left in her house and straighten up.

Then she would need to find food. The soldiers had eaten all her food. She
would need to find some somewhere. It was not easy to find food supplies with
a war raging all around. She might have to steal a chicken from a neighbor or
trap a small animal.

But she must hurry. You cannot go trapping without bait and trapping season
was almost over. Soon the Allied armies would overrun the area and the Germans
would be pushed forever out. There would be no more stray Nazis in the woods.

She must find something to cook on an open fire that would give off an
inviting aroma.

How else would these lost soldiers ever find their way to her?