Invader
They captured one city after another. Our troops had long since suffered crushing defeats, and now each city was trying to defend itself independently, but the forces were too unequal. We are generally a peace-loving nation and were completely unprepared for war. The aggressors, however, turned out to be real aces of conquest, and our men could not oppose them with anything. Even by the appearance of the men, one could imagine the difference in the character of our nations: the men of our nation are usually scrawny and short, while the representatives of the stronger sex of the invader nation are much larger and look more intimidating. Rumors about the invaders' inhuman rules
were already circulating: each soldier was allowed to keep for himself the house he captured; if a group of soldiers broke into a house, it went to the senior officer. Moreover, he also gained ownership of all the women in that house, while the surviving men were enslaved.Our house was on the very outskirts of the city, and that's precisely why the enemy passed us by at first.
When the front door suddenly swung open, all four of us were in the first-floor hall, packing our bags. Several men in camouflage with assault rifles at the ready literally burst into the house like a whirlwind. We were stunned by the surprise, unable to move, while the scumbags wasted no time—it took them maybe five seconds to tie up our boys.
— Very good, — said the one who was in charge, looking around proprietorially.
Judging by his epaulettes, he was a colonel, and relatively young for that rank—by rough estimate, he could have been 35-40 years old. Even against the backdrop of his far from puny soldiers, he stood out with his powerful build, and he was almost twice the size of any of our husbands. After scanning the room, he looked at us, and his face broke into a satisfied smirk.
— I think I'll take this little house, — he said, as our guys were being dragged out of the house.
They tried to shout something, looked back at us in despair, but were powerless to do anything. One of the soldiers asked the colonel if he needed help, but he sent them all away, remaining alone with me and my cousin. As it turned out later, he had spent the last few months in constant combat and forced marches. Round-the-clock readiness for battle, hellish field conditions, and a complete lack of sex. No wonder he was now devouring us with eyes burning with lust. Nevertheless, he was a strong-willed man, and he didn't pounce on us immediately, apparently deciding to delay the sweet moment of reward for his hardships a little.
— Don't even try to run, — he said, as if reading our thoughts, — the city is surrounded anyway, you'll be caught, and then you'll really get it. Better make me something to eat, I'm very tired.
As if on wobbly legs, we went to the kitchen and stood there for a long time, processing what had happened. We had heard of cases where girls and women ran away from their newly acquired owners: they were all caught sooner or later, and what was done to such runaways is better left untold. By staying, we remained in our own house and belonged to just one man, and far from the scariest one (who knows who else we could have gotten), and a colonel at that. My sister and I discussed the alternatives and realized we had none. The best thing for us was to stay in the house and try not to anger the new master, so that, God forbid, he wouldn't reject us in favor of the common soldiers.
After preparing the food, we brought it to the colonel. He looked at us again with eyes full of passion, but restrained himself once more, smiled, and asked us to leave him alone so he could eat in peace, and to return in about half an hour. We went up to the second floor, waited half an hour, crying and worrying about our husbands (what will happen to them now?), and went back down.
He was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and a wandering smile on his face. The colonel had stripped naked from the waist down and was now lying only in a khaki-colored t-shirt, his legs spread wide apart, and between his powerful thighs, his erect member stood proudly. Apparently, the mere thought that he had just become the owner of a luxurious house with two young beauties thrown in had brought his love-starved sexual organ to a state of full combat readiness. I must admit that my husband's manhood would have been simply laughable next to this beauty, and judging by my sister's stories—her husband's too. Maybe this is also a national difference?
At the same time, the large cock and big balls looked very organic between the thick, manly legs of this giant. My sister and I stared spellbound at this wonder of nature for a while, and then I, horrified at what I was doing, as if hypnotized, approached the sofa and silently knelt down, so that my face ended up right next to his manhood. My sister followed me, but just slightly to the side, and also knelt down.
"We'll have to please him constantly from now on anyway, what's the point in delaying the start," — I thought for some reason, and driven by the same incomprehensible impulse, I reached out my hand, hesitantly touching the colonel's manhood.
A quiet moan of pleasure came from the opposite end of the sofa, and his thighs spread even wider, as if inviting us to continue. The colonel was all sweaty; probably, when they were storming the city, they had to run for a long time, which isn't easy in this hot summer, and besides, he seemed not to have washed for a long time. I lowered my head between his legs and seemed to immerse myself completely in that thick smell of sweat. My hand gently stroked the hardened cock and went lower, slowly tracing the roundness of his sperm-filled balls. As I ran my palm over them, it became all wet from his sweat. My sister also decided to act, took his shaft in her hand, and began to carefully jerk him off, slowly moving the skin up and down.
I opened my mouth slightly and licked his balls, immediately tasting the sweat between my master's legs. The sweat turned out to be salty, and I began to thoroughly lick his balls, thus washing what hadn't been washed for a very long time. My little sister, meanwhile, directed the master's cock into her mouth and began to suck rhythmically. And again, a quiet moan escaped from our patron's chest: oh, how he had missed female affection! I caught myself starting to like what was happening: obediently placing my hands on the master's thighs, I licked his balls more and more actively, kissed them, and my sister, it seemed, was also getting into it, sucking more and more intensely. She was probably even tickling the head of his cock with her tongue—after all, she had been married, she had a general idea of what needed to be done. I thought with horror:
"My God, what are we doing??? This is an aggressor, a usurper, a man who just sent our husbands into slavery with one order, belonging to the race of scum who brought our homeland to its knees, who seized what belonged to others."
But then another thought came: that now there's no way out anyway, we still have to satisfy the master as best as possible so he doesn't get angry with us,
For some time after the master happily quieted down, we remained in that position—me, with my head between his thighs, and my little sister, not daring to take his cock out of her mouth—giving the master a chance to catch his breath and come to his senses a little.
Finally, I emerged into the light (my luxurious blonde hair was all matted with sweat from his crotch) and moved closer to his cock, as the master had once again carelessly spread his legs apart. Here I saw that no matter how hard my little sister tried, some of the semen didn't fit into her and had splashed onto the colonel's stomach. Afraid he would scold us for this, I began to carefully lick the semen off him. There was a little semen between the hairs on his pubic area—I had to lick there too.
Seeing the serene smile on the face of our new master, we took advantage of the resulting respite and began to undress—no need to trouble the colonel with this, he's already too tired, just from the battlefields. While we were undressing completely, the colonel got hard again. Until now, we had considered all men his age too old for us and felt no attraction to them. But now we looked at this giant in an army khaki t-shirt, at his incredibly sized manhood between his widely spread thighs, at his relaxed, self-confident posture, and caught ourselves thinking that you simply can't deny such a male. A king. A lion. The ruler of the world. Such associations came to my mind as I looked at the man I was supposed to hate.
We asked the master which of the two girls he would like first. He wanted the blonde. I smiled happily, approached with a gliding gait, and climbed on top of him, but he suddenly grabbed me sharply and quickly flipped over, pressing down on my girlish body with his colossal bulk. I was simply pressed into the sofa, and since my head only reached his chest, I was in the dark again. From the side, only the man's body and two splayed, pale girlish legs sticking out from under him on either side were visible. I felt my submissively spread-to-the-limit crotch being touched by the head of its new friend for the coming months, or even years. He clearly wanted to get acquainted and decisively entered. The colonel impaled me on his cock with one sharp thrust. Oh yes, this was nothing like my husband's cock!!! It was as if he pierced me through to my very ass, spreading the walls of my vagina to limits they had never been spread before. Pulling back slightly, the master entered me again, seemingly even deeper than the first time, though how much deeper could it be? He entered me again and again, speeding up more and more. Like a ruthless machine for raping young girls. A knight without fear or reproach. With his skill in the war of conquest, he had proven his right to this prize. He fucked me so hard that my eyes began to water. His cock authoritatively beat out of me all memories of my husband and my past life; I could no longer think of anything else but this monster feasting on my flesh. I felt infinitely helpless and defenseless; whatever I tried to say—he wouldn't hear; however I tried to move—I wouldn't succeed. I couldn't do a single thing, and I clearly understood that he would fuck me for as long as he wanted, and if I wanted to stop at some point—I wouldn't even be able to communicate it. It seemed to me that the colonel enjoyed my body for an eternity. He just kept fucking and fucking, fucking and fucking, fucking and fucking. Oh God, what a pitiful semblance of sex was what I did with my husband!!! Only now the victor's cock explained to me what real sex is.
Finally, the eternity ended. The colonel impaled me as deeply as possible on his stake and began to cum. The stream of hot semen, bursting in under incredible pressure, triumphantly rushed, it seemed, through my entire body, fertilizing everything possible and impossible. The colonel came for a long time and abundantly, and I meekly accepted new and new portions of semen, ready to take as much as he deemed necessary for me. The master knows best how much semen is worth pumping into a girl.
After finally filling my young body with semen, he didn't get off me for a long time, didn't even pull out his cock, just lay there, and I even got scared that this mighty beast, having gotten his, had simply fallen asleep on me. But, after resting, he got up and helped me up. I couldn't move my legs and awkwardly took a few steps. My sister looked at my unmoving legs with the deepest envy. The colonel caught her gaze, smiled, and asked:
— Do you want me to make you into the same kind of cutlet as your friend? I'll fuck you so hard,
life won't seem like honey.
My sister's eyes lit up. She joyfully rushed to him, hugged him, kissed him, immediately lay down on the sofa, and spread her legs wide. Apparently, with her husband, she had also never known what real sex was. The colonel admired the fully exposed young brunette with a submissive gaze for a moment and suddenly said:
— In this war, two of my close friends died. Worthy men were killed by these nobodies from your race, your husbands! Pathetic weaklings dared to resist us—representatives of the superior race.
My sister's expression became serious for a second; two feelings fought within her, but she overcame herself and declared defiantly:
— Avenge their wives for their impermissible audacity.
A serious fury flashed in the colonel's eyes. He jumped on the girl like a mad animal and began to fuck her with such furious speed and fierce passion that even my vision darkened—and I was only watching. My sister's plaintive squeals were completely drowned out by the furious roar of her master. I could only see the soaking wet army t-shirt, the colonel's large bare ass moving incredibly fast up and down, and my sister's slender pale legs helplessly dangling on either side of the usurper. He fucked her brutally for about ten minutes, and when he got off her, my sister already had a completely senseless look—as if he had fucked all the sense out of her. A giant. I was in awe. But the colonel didn't stop there.
— If we're avenging, then let's avenge properly, — he said, putting the poor thing on all fours.
When there were no unfucked holes left in either me or my little sister, the colonel finally calmed down and lay down to sleep. We settled on either side of him, pitifully snuggling up to our master. Falling asleep, I managed to think that there was some pattern to this: weak males were conquered by strong ones, and the females' role is small—to continue the lineage of those who are stronger.
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