| Not so quiet on the Eastern Front Chapter one The two SS soldiers, a young man and a busty woman, wearing nicely tailored uniforms and polished boots, were with determined steps marching through a, by the Luftwaffe, desolated city in the occupied Soviet Union. With them they had an almost bear-like German Shepherd, and the mission for the evening was, like the night before, to crack down hard on the Soviet communists behind German lines. This mission would be somewhat different from the others, however, as it wasn't just anyone they'd be dealing with. It was the infamous communist Sodomir, perhaps better known as the barbarian child eater from Caucasus. The entire place was shrouded in a thick fog, the air was damp and raw, and the moon dressed the city ruins in its sensual glow. The two soldiers halted in front of a nearly dilapidated building. They decided to symbolically kick in the rotting wooden door, and then march up the stairs. The moment the dark night's quiet still was broken, with the sound of the door being broken, a sound which can only be likened to the sound of a rotten coffin being broken up with a crowbar, the filthy Sodomir put away his almost empty bottle of vodka , and threw away what was left of his cigar. With his muddy boot made out of brown leather, he put out the embers. He knew what was coming. Hearing the sound of Nazi leather boots, created by the steel-covered soles hitting against the concrete floor, he hid, concealed by the smoke and the darkness. He was biding his time, waiting to sink his teeth into the agile and athletic Aryan soldiers. In front of a door adorned with irregular patches of clotted blood and claw marks, the SS soldiers halted. The door was ajar. One of the two pushed the door gently. They were met with a warm breeze, filled with the scent of strong cigar smoke, thick man stink, and a sight, which although it witnessed of death, could make any necrophile step back. Their sight was hindered by a compact darkness, but the SS were no cowards, für dem Führer, these people would do anything. The SS man shouted in his angriest German, so loud that his voice almost went up in falsetto. There was hard punishment awaiting any man who disobeyed the law. Sodomir was enjoying himself when he heard those velvety words coming from the uniformed boy, he knew there was a delicacy that had arrived at his doorstep. Not a sound, except for the buzzing of a lone fly and the pitter-patter of a rat running across the floor, could be heard from the apartment, and so they decided to enter. After all, they knew they had Brüno with them, the German Shepherd, and an almost legendary creature who had become known for his appetite after mutilating a series of war prisoners. What they didn't know about, however, was the ambush that awaited them in the dark. Sodomir stroked his manly black stubble, carefully twirled his bushy mustache, and scratched his sweaty armpit. With a grunt emanating from the depths of his huge body, he took a step forward from his hiding place, and with a firm, manly grasp, took a hold of the SS man in the darkest of all crannies. He was meaning to make short work of this lad. With his large hairy hand, he grabbed the man's neck. The palm of his hand, with skin so worn out by the hard labour in the forests of Siberia, that it most resembled coarse sandpaper, offered no chances to weasel away. The German soldier's time had come. Sodomir tore up the uniform pants, and then proceeded to tear off his own dirty rags. Under a portrait of Comrade Stalin he proclaimed with his dark voice: ''You told us not to give them an inch, but I am about to give this man 12 inches!'' With a spendidly gigantic erection, akin to a Soviet artillery piece, and a smile that told of sadistic pleasure, he would now teach the young German what an excursion into the Workers' Paradise could offer. He pressed his large caliber piece between the, like a baby's bottom, smooth and bright, almost hairless buttocks. He felt that this was indeed uncharted territory, that no one had been there before. Sodomir suddenly found himself beyond all restraint, and went loose like a T-34 in open terrain, and everything went as he had planned: his powerful grip and the determined humping was too much for the Kraut, whose neck was broken like a dry and brittle twig. Sodomir let no time go to waste, after the SS man awaited the main course: The busty, young German female, with her blonde braids. Confused and disoriented, and with Bruno on her leash, she was searching through the apartment in search of the dark beast. With his genitalia standing like a massive baton, betwixt the shit- and blood-splattered thighs of his most recent victim, Sodomir went in search for a meal that he would not soon forget. He caught sight of the woman, and threw himself forth with a bellowing that could've made a whole pack of wolves run off with their tails between their legs. The woman turned to the savage, and in a state of panic started flailing with the dog whip. A couple of strikes hit Sodomir over his large buttocks, and blood started to flow. But such flogging wasn't anything that could stop the Caucasian child eater, and well grown as he was in all his limbs, he quickly overpowered the much weaker woman, and set to action. With one hand in a hard grip of one of her braids, and a violent motion, he threw her up on the table. He proceeded to first rip of her pants, and then her black leather panties which were embellished with an embroidered totenkopf, and smacked with the rough palm of his hand, her large buttocks. They quickly turned into some shade of pink, and in between the German woman's wild screaming, the dark and boisterous laughter of Sodomir the child eater from Caucasus could be heard, for this is what he lived for! When the woman's bottom was so red, that it couldn't possibly get any redder, it was time for the heavy artillery to do its job. Sodomir squeezed his big, filthy, veined and throbbing limb, past the German's tight sphincter, as he felt the blood vessels burst one by one. She didn't stop screaming. After a moment of rebellion against the fascist beast, he turned her on her back, and penetrated between the plump, smooth thighs, down the alp valley, and into the warm, grass surrounded cottage. With one hand in a firm grip around her throat, he moved his other hand which was now free, onto one of her large breasts, which like two giant puddings were bobbing along in rythm with the hard thrusts. Engrossed in this intense moment, inebriated from all the vodka, and in utter estacy, Sodomir had completely forgotten that he still had Brüno behind him. Brüno centered in on him, and in full forced lunged at Sodomir. He sunk his razor sharp teeth into the hairy back of the beast, and hanging from a torn piece of meat, did his Alsatian penis look to explore Sodomir's unto this day unexplored cave. Now all hell broke loose! Fueled by both pain and relentless horniness, Sodomir now kept going with the force of a whole armored division, and the German's consciousness was hanging by a thread. Her complexion had begun shifting to blue, for Sodomir's treatment was at the limit of what the human body could withstand. Brüno on the other hand, had frenzy which knew no limits. And in the thought that Sodomir's hairy bum might as well have belonged to some Shepherd bitch, he kept humping for all he was worth, which wasn't little by any means. The chaotic situation of the Eastern Front had taken yet another expression. Pain, blood, satisfaction, vodka and heroism, were all mixed into one. The chaos would soon meet an abrupt end, however. The fatigue and loss of blood finally took its toll. Sodomir's rampage took an abrupt halt when he fell into unconsciousness, and fell over the German woman with a force so awesome, that the four legs of the table all broke off, and her head was crushed against the hard concrete floor. The only one to escape unscathed, except for a couple of lost teeth, was Brüno. For his part, the mission was complete, and as a reward for his efforts, he (with bad table manners) proceeded to indulge himself, and gorge on the three delicious corpses that had been produced, which in their own blood lay still on the cold concrete floor. End of chapter one: Brüno's triumph |
Azure719Aug 26, 2014 9:35 AM
| MAL conservatives Please read my new short story. |
| An accurate description of the fighting done on the Eastern Front of World War 2. |
| The Art of Eight |
| Ha. Sodomir. |
| Sieg Zeon! |
| yes. |
| Konbu is important |
| Please stop, using so many, commas. |
| The adjectives are strong with this one. |
| Oops, the tissues ran out. brb. Gonna get some more. |
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| I'm still waiting for chapter 2... |
| Konbu is important |
| You have an over abundant use of commas in order to introduce description and it breaks the flow and makes it difficult to read. Other than that, nice job. |
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