POW Zoya

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November 1941, Petrishvo village. "Damn Russia!" Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay, commander of the 332nd Regiment of the 197th Infantry Division of Army Group B, stood under the eaves, wrapped in thick winter clothing, muttering curses: "Damn war, and this damn country!" Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay's troops had been stationed there for two months. Like all Russian villages, Petrishvo was poor and dilapidated; even finding a decent house to use as a headquarters was difficult. Finally, Lotlay reluctantly settled on the house of an old woman named Voronin. Voronin's family were wealthy farmers in the village, and the house was relatively large, at least having a fireplace that gave Lotlay some comfort. Another source of comfort for Lotlay was that Petrishvo was dozens of kilometers from the war zone; he didn't have to face the resistance of the Russian Red Army every day, and he could slowly advance his position, sacrificing twenty German corpses with each step forward. Besides this, Lautré had nothing else to be happy about. The minus ten degrees Celsius had frozen everything solid, including Lieutenant Colonel Lautré's penis. Disappointed, the colonel rubbed between his legs through his trousers: "Great Führer, the soldiers need women," he muttered, then added after a moment, "Me too." Besides the bitter cold and monotonous encampment, what bothered Lieutenant Colonel Lautré most were the partisans. They had cut the power lines and laid mines on the road. Three days earlier, a small group of partisans had sneaked into the village of Petrishvo and set fire to the stables on the other side of the village, burning almost half of the two hundred warhorses to death. Captain Hoffmann, who had been on patrol that day, had been put in solitary confinement, but what good was it? The surviving horses would likely only be used for horse meat canning. "Partisans!" Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay glanced angrily into the dark forest outside the village, thinking, "If I catch you, humph!" Just then, an alarm suddenly sounded in the village.

Zoya Anatoly Petrovich approached another stable on the edge of the village. She took a bottle of gasoline from her backpack, poured it on the hay, and bent down to strike a match. Suddenly, she felt a heavy blow to her back, and Zoya fell face down onto the hay. Zoya turned around and saw a tall German patrolman standing in front of her. Startled, she quickly drew her pistol from her pocket. It was an ordinary seven-star pistol (Note: this gun was produced by the Tullow factory in 1935, serial number 12719), which she had exchanged with another female partisan, Klava. But the German soldier was a fraction of a second too fast, and he kicked Zoya's gun away. Zoya rolled to the ground and fled towards the stable door, but was met by another German soldier, his gun pointed at her. The young Russian partisan stopped in despair; she had nowhere to run. Under the threat of gunfire, Zoya retreated step by step into the stable. At the same time, she heard the village air raid sirens. Two German soldiers quickly pinned Zoya to the ground. The Red Army soldier lay face down on the cold, hard floor, mirroring Zoya's current state of mind. The ground reeked of horse urine. The two German soldiers searched Zoya thoroughly, finding a bottle of gasoline, a box of matches, and a dagger. After confirming the attackers were unarmed, they untied Zoya's shoelaces, tied her hands behind her back, and dragged her up. At that moment, Zoya's leather hat fell off, revealing long, golden hair. Sergeant Karl Baumann rushed in with a squad of men. "Is anyone else here?" He pointed his pistol around. "Search!" He walked up to Zoya, grabbed her blonde hair, and pulled her face up. "Is anyone else here? Answer me!" Sergeant Bowman roared. The beautiful female partisan stubbornly turned her face away. Sergeant Bowman angrily slapped Zoya across the face. "We'll make you talk. Take her to headquarters, quick! What are you waiting for?" He yelled at the two soldiers who had captured Zoya. "Yes, sir!" The two German soldiers looked at each other, regretting their carelessness after only just realizing that their attacker was a young woman.

The headquarters in Lotlay was actually just one room, containing a table, chairs, and a wooden bed. The German soldiers brought Zoya in and pointed to the wooden bed. The young female partisan had her hands tied behind her back. Knowing she was isolated and helpless, she could only sit down in despair. Opposite her, on the table, were a telephone, a typewriter, a radio, and the headquarters' documents spread out. Four officers gradually gathered around and ordered the homeowner, Voronin, to leave. The old woman hesitated, and one officer yelled at her, "Old woman, get out!" Voronin was pushed out. Inside, the German officers locked the door from the inside. Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay, commander of the 332nd Infantry Regiment of the 197th Division, personally interrogated Zoya. "Who are you?" the lieutenant colonel asked in Russian. For some reason, under the tyranny of the German soldiers, Zoya suddenly remembered a book she had read before, titled "Women in the Civil War," which contained a biography of "Danny Solomakha." "Who are you?" the lieutenant colonel pressed again fiercely, grabbing Zoya's blonde hair. The young female partisan's face showed a resolute and unyielding expression. "Danny!" Zoya suddenly answered loudly without hesitation. "Did you set fire to the stables?" Lotlay thought. This Russian girl is quite pretty; she's probably only seventeen or eighteen at most. "It was me," Zoya's voice was still full of stubbornness. "What is your purpose?" the lieutenant colonel asked again, thinking to himself that she must have a good figure, though he wouldn't know until he pulled down her pants. Lieutenant Colonel Lautley's voice softened slightly, carrying an indescribable undertone, which seemed to send a chill down the spine of the captured female guerrilla. "To eliminate you," Zoya said firmly. The lieutenant colonel then asked who sent Zoya, who her comrades were, and demanded that Zoya hand over her companions. The answers he received were: "No one," "I don't know," "I won't tell you," "I won't tell." Major Hans said to Lautré in German, "I don't see the point. Since only she came, there must be very few of her accomplices outside. They'll all have run away in the chaos here. Don't continue the interrogation. Russians are all the same; you won't get anything out of them. Just hang them tomorrow morning." "I mean the opposite, dear Hans," the officers suddenly burst into knowing laughter. Lautré turned around, a lewd smile on his face, and said to Zoya in Russian, "Little Russian beauty, we'll make you talk." Zoya's heart sank. She knew the worst, the thing she feared most, was about to happen.

Zoya's heart sank. She knew the worst, the thing she feared most, was about to happen. "Comrades..." Zoya looked helplessly out the dark window. She was the only one captured, which meant her comrades had all safely evacuated, and it also meant no one would come to rescue her. The female guerrilla turned her head. Four German officers had already unbuckled their belts. Seeing Lieutenant Colonel Lautré unbutton his top button, Hans quickly added firewood to the fireplace. The fire roared. Two German officers walked to Zoya's side, grabbed the captured female soldier's cotton coat, and pulled it off. Zoya offered no resistance. She knew that whether she struggled or not, she was powerless against four lustful wolves. The German grinned smugly, slashing the sleeve of her cotton coat with his bayonet behind her. He then tore off Zoya's remaining clothes. The female partisan felt a chill on her chest; the young woman realized her upper body was almost completely stripped off, leaving only a thin bra barely covering her full breasts. Lothar and Hans approached. Hans grabbed Zoya's long golden hair and yanked it upwards, forcing the partisan to straighten her body. With her hands tied behind her back, the young female prisoner's breasts appeared even more prominent. "Where are your men?" Lothar hadn't forgotten his job, but this time he grabbed Zoya's bra as he spoke. The partisan's beautiful face stubbornly turned to one side. "Haha, look at this little Russian bitch who's come to our door, trying to act all virtuous and unyielding." Lothar ripped the fabric hard, the crisp sound of tearing fabric shattering the lewd atmosphere in the room. Zoya's two white, full breasts sprang out from the tear in her bra. Despite the blazing fire in the fireplace, the young girl felt a chill. Zoya knew that her firm breasts were now completely exposed to the lewd gaze of the enemy. On the Russian girl's face, Lotley saw a barely perceptible expression of shame. "Kill me! Comrade Stalin will avenge me," the female partisan suddenly said resolutely. Lotley paused for a moment, then lewdly grinned: "Want to die? Not so easy. Comrade Stalin isn't as lucky as us tonight. For example, he won't get to play with this." Lieutenant Colonel Lotley grabbed one of Zoya's pert breasts and began to knead it with his fingers. Zoya was eighteen years old that year, already fully developed. Her breasts, like most Russian girls, were full and sexy, and her two small, reddish-brown nipples were very erect. Under the cold stimulation, Zoya felt her nipples slowly harden. Lothar's fingers moved to the female partisan's nipple, slowly gliding over Zoya's tender areola, lewdly kneading the girl's nipple. "Russian women get aroused really quickly, her nipples are already erect," Lothar maliciously humiliated Zoya. "No!" Zoya protested inwardly, filled with shame. The girl twisted her naked upper body, instinctively trying to avoid Lothar's large hands, but the two German officers beside her held Zoya's shoulders firmly, making her unable to move and allowing the men to humiliate her. As the enemy began to truly toy with her, a glimmer of humiliation flashed in the eyes of the strong female partisan. Zoya bit her lip tightly, turning her head away in shame and indignation. Hans, however, grabbed the girl's hair, pressing her head down, forcing the young female prisoner to watch as the enemy pinched and played with her nipples at will. As he fondled Zoya's breasts, Lotlay felt the partisan's nipples harden further between his fingers. Zoya's breasts were noticeably smoother than those of other Russian women he had played with, the pale blue veins faintly visible on her snow-white breasts. Zoya was enduring the most humiliating moment of her life. She closed her eyes in shame, but the sensation of a stranger wantonly playing with her nipples continued to emanate from them, an inescapable pain and itchiness. The strong female partisan bit her lip, her hands bound behind her back. She could only toss her blonde hair, desperately trying to alleviate the unbearable shame. But the physiological response was uncontrollable. The cold and Lotlay's shameless teasing made Zoya feel her nipples becoming increasingly erect. Soon, the young female prisoner's nipples were hard and erect. "Russian women are so passionate. They've only been playing with them for a short while, and they're already reacting strongly. Luckily, we have four of us today," the German officers chuckled smugly. Zoya's lips were bleeding from being bitten. She had offered little resistance as Lautre fondled her breasts; she didn't want the enemy to witness her futile struggle. "Let's see if the rest of her body reacts just as strongly," Lieutenant Colonel Lautre said, satisfied, removing his hands from Zoya's breasts. "Gentlemen, let's have an appetizer. Pull down her pants." The eighteen-year-old guerrilla was bound hand-to-hand and pressed face-down onto the bed. Lieutenant Colonel Lautre slipped his hands under Zoya's waistband, loosening the girl's tightly bound trousers. He gripped her waistband with one hand and stroked her buttocks through her trousers with the other. The guerrilla buried her face in the smelly sheets, desperately trying to hold back tears of humiliation that threatened to spill. "Are your buttocks as white and tender as your breasts?" the colonel asked Zoya lewdly, leering. "Will you tell me where your comrades are?" The young female partisan remained stubbornly silent, but Lautley still heard Zoya let out a shameful, low sob. "Let's see how long you can hold out," Lautley thought, no longer restraining himself. He pulled down her trousers forcefully. Zoya finally succumbed to her girlish shame and struggled, kicking her legs as the enemy pulled down her trousers. But how could a frail girl with her hands tied behind her back be a match for four men? The German officers easily subdued Zoya's resistance and pulled her trousers down from her ankles. Zoya was left with only a pair of white briefs barely covering her. The strong female partisan curled up in shame and indignation. The Germans approached calmly. Zoya was pulled off the bed, and two officers flanked her, rendering her immobile. Hans grabbed the partisan's last remaining trousers and pulled them down. "No..." Zoya finally cried out in despair and humiliation, the pure and innocent female partisan tightly clamping her legs together, futilely trying to escape this inevitable fate. But her helpless resistance only aroused the German soldiers' lust. Hans punched Zoya in the lower abdomen, and the girl bent over in pain. Lautré, who was already standing behind Zoya, took the opportunity to pull off Zoya's panties from behind. The female partisan instinctively arched her body and clamped her legs together, but the officers on both sides held her tightly, forcing her to stand naked in the middle of the room. The firelight illuminated Zoya's beautiful naked body, and Lautré would forever remember this tragic scene.

The female partisan instinctively arched her back and squeezed her legs together, but the officers on either side held her tightly, forcing her to stand naked in the middle of the room. The firelight illuminated Zoya's beautiful naked body, and Lautley would never forget this poignant scene. Lautley stood behind Zoya, greedily inhaling her blonde hair. The naked female partisan trembled involuntarily in humiliation. The lieutenant colonel's lewd voice rang in her ears: "Tonight, you will serve all the German officers and soldiers present. Now, use your alluring body to fulfill the duties of a Russian whore." Zoya twisted her snow-white body in shame and indignation, tightly squeezing her buttocks, but Lautley's devilish hands gradually slid into her cleft. The female partisan felt the German's fingers playing with her most sensitive parts from behind, and two lines of pitiful tears finally slid silently down Zoya's cheeks uncontrollably. Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay laboriously slipped his hand between the tightly clenched thighs of the Russian female soldier, feeling the trembling of her tender, white buttocks. His fingers first touched Zoya's soft, golden pubic hair; the sight of the girl's furry vulva intensified his lust. He grasped Zoya's warm genitals and began to knead them, his fingers skillfully parting the young girl's delicate labia, his middle finger lewdly inserting into Zoya's slightly moist vulva. Using the lubrication of the girl's vaginal secretions, the lieutenant colonel grinned maliciously as he rubbed Zoya's clitoris back and forth with his fingers. This was Zoya's most private and sensitive area, yet under the enemy's manipulation, the female partisan only felt extreme humiliation and heartbreak. Lieutenant Colonel Lautré's hands writhed like a slippery, soft-bodied animal over the girl's lower body. Two officers also grabbed the female prisoner's bound hands, squeezing and fondling Zoya's breasts from both sides, kneading her full breasts while lewdly commenting on her proud figure. Hans stood before the young woman, his hands also roaming freely over the female partisan's naked body. The young Zoya, completely naked, was sandwiched between four ravenous men, her hands bound and unable to move, forced to endure the enemy's wanton humiliation. It seemed these demons were not in a hurry to possess her body; the German officers lewdly and leisurely fondled the young female warrior's naked breasts, genitals, and buttocks. The girl twisted her snow-white, rounded buttocks in humiliation, futilely trying to escape the enemy's clutches, but every sensitive and hidden part of her pure, flawless body began to evoke strange sensations—a sensation familiar yet terrifying to the young Zoya. The body of a mature young woman cannot be deceived. Zoya's defenses began to crumble. The beautiful female prisoner bit her lip in humiliation, while the strong female guerrilla desperately raised her head. The dim, arched ceiling blocked out the night sky, unmistakably telling Zoya: tonight, even with wings, she could not escape this fate of being gang-raped. Lieutenant Colonel Lotley also felt Zoya's legs loosen slightly, making it much easier for him to move his fingers, seemingly tacitly allowing him to ravage her golden pubic hair. The lieutenant colonel grinned maliciously and pinched and rubbed Zoya's labia from behind. After a while, his snake-like fingers began to rub the young and beautiful female prisoner's clitoris. The intense stimulation of the clitoris made Zoya frown. The naked female guerrilla bit her lip tightly. The disgust for the enemy and the electric-like pleasure emanating from between her legs mingled together, and the young Zoya gradually developed a complex feeling amidst extreme shame. The bound female guerrilla's long, white legs could no longer be clenched, and they gradually parted in despair and helplessness. With the movement of Lotlay's fingers, the poor female warrior's plump, white buttocks convulsed again and again. The lieutenant colonel felt that the secretions between Zoya's labia had increased compared to before. He suddenly stopped moving, pulled out his finger, and smelled it. The young female guerrilla had been lying in wait in the wild for three days and had no time to care for her hygiene. Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay smelled a sour and pungent body odor unique to young women on his finger. This strong scent of a young girl excited him, who had been deprived of women for so long. The lieutenant colonel held his finger up to Zoya's face, chuckling maliciously, "Looks like our indomitable Russian heroine hasn't washed her bottom yet." Forced to smell the odor of her own genitals, coupled with the lewd laughter of the other officers, jolted Zoya awake from her near-dazed state. The female partisan struggled violently in extreme humiliation. Her face flushed, she broke free from the two unsuspecting officers beside her and charged headlong into Hans's stomach. Hans nimbly dodged, and the partisan, her arms bound behind her back, lost her balance and stumbled towards the wooden bed at the foot of the room. The four men immediately pounced on the bed, pinning Zoya down on her back, unable to move. Lothar grabbed the girl's blonde hair and slapped the young female prisoner several times, leaving Zoya dazed and confused. When she regained consciousness, two junior officers had already spread her two fair thighs wide apart, exposing the female guerrilla's naked lower body to the maximum extent. The beautiful female soldier struggled, but could no longer close her legs. Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay lewdly admired the young female prisoner's hairy private parts. Zoya's labia and mons pubis were covered with fine golden pubic hair, and her two pink and tender labia minora were slightly turned outward. Because her legs were forced to be completely spread apart, her pink clitoris stood out prominently between her labia. Zoya knew that under the enemy's lewd gaze, she had nakedly offered up the most shameful part between her legs. The young female soldier closed her eyes in despair and humiliation, tears welling up in her eyes, but soon felt Lotlay's hand again running up the inside of the girl's delicate thighs. This time the lieutenant colonel could use his fingers without any hindrance, and the female guerrilla felt that familiar and frightening feeling coming from her genitals again. Because her legs were spread wide, Zoya felt both humiliated and aroused. Lothar parted the female warrior's fine pubic hair, revealing her tender labia, and his fingers rubbed Zoya's clitoris even more violently than before. Hans also straddled Zoya's slender waist, his hands grasping and fondling the young, full breasts of the Russian female prisoner, his fingers twisting and kneading the partisan's tender pink nipples. "Are you a virgin?" Hans asked maliciously, leaning close to Zoya's ear. Eighteen-year-old Zoya turned her head away, refusing to answer this lewd question. Although the partisans lived together in mixed-gender groups, with the enemy at hand, the young Zoya had no time to consider matters of the heart. Still a virgin, Hans's question deepened Zoya's inner pain; the shame of impending loss of virginity was something a young girl could not avoid. Amidst the enemy's lewd and bestial acts, Zoya felt waves of foreboding. She knew her body was young and mature, and her physiological reactions were so uncontrollable. "But this is being gang-raped by the enemy! No, absolutely not, no..." The young female soldier desperately told herself not to give up. However, despite her inner struggle to remain conscious, the pleasure arising from extreme humiliation stimulated the poor girl even more intensely. Strange sensations kept emanating from the sources of pleasure between her nipples and legs. Zoya bit her lip tightly, trying her best to suppress the shameful moans that would make her want to disappear. But the pleasure that made Zoya feel unbearably ashamed was so intense that the young and strong female guerrilla finally succumbed to the enemy's shameless gang rape. The girl's thighs were taut and straight, and she gradually let out moans from her nose. Then, Zoya couldn't help but moan softly in humiliation. Lothray's hands were already covered with a large amount of fluid that Zoya had involuntarily secreted. The young female soldier could no longer remain strong; her labia were wet and slippery. The Germans turned the female partisan over. The beautiful prisoner, naked and alluring, lay face down on the bed, her hands bound behind her back, looking pitiful and helpless. Two junior officers held Zoya down and lifted her bound hands upwards. The bound partisan instinctively arched her body to ease the pain, her fair, bare buttocks sticking up and exposed to Lotlay's eyes from behind. The lieutenant colonel embraced the Russian prisoner's slender waist and lifted her up, spreading her bare legs. Zoya realized with despair that she was sticking her round buttocks up high, but she was powerless to resist and could only let Lotlay do as he pleased, her face flushed with shame, humiliated in this lewd position. The lieutenant colonel took out his thick penis and leisurely played with the partisan's firm, white buttocks with one hand. Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, Lieutenant Colonel Lotlay parted the female soldier's tender labia. Zoya felt a hot, hard object pressed against her buttocks. Desperate and helpless, she realized she was about to have her virginity taken from her on this bed. Despite having mentally prepared herself during her capture, the female warrior still panicked and tried to escape at the last moment. Lothray grabbed the female prisoner's white buttocks and pulled her into his arms, simultaneously thrusting his penis forward and penetrating Zoya's tender vulva. After overcoming the initial resistance, Lothray's Teutonic sword pierced deeply into the Russian female warrior's flesh. Zoya felt a tearing pain between her labia; the man's weapon was fully inserted into her forbidden territory. The faint pleasure mixed with shame that had been felt when her genitals were being played with vanished, replaced by a humiliating pain. The burning pain made the young female prisoner cry out in uncontrollable shame: "No, no, please, let me go..." "In a few minutes you'll be begging me not to let you go!" Lothray said lewdly. The young girl's virgin vagina was warm, moist, and tight, making him almost unable to control himself from ejaculating as soon as he entered. He wanted to slowly savor this rare beauty beneath him.The lieutenant colonel slowed his thrusting, gently moving it between the female guerrilla's increasingly wet vagina. "No..." Zoya felt the hard object inside her vagina stop its violent thrusting and instead gently pull out and insert, lessening the pain in her lower body. She didn't know how long that thing would violate her, only feeling a faint itching sensation in her vagina, something she had never felt before. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her scalp. Hans stood before the bed, grabbed the female guerrilla's blonde hair, and pulled her head between his legs. Zoya saw a man's genitals up close for the first time; it stood proudly erect before her. Just as the girl was about to close her eyes, Hans forcefully gripped the female soldier's jaw, forcing the young female prisoner to open her mouth and shoving his penis inside. "Does he want me to use my mouth...?" Thinking this, the girl hurriedly tried to spit out the penis from her mouth, but her hair was pulled tightly, and her jaw was pried open. Little did the female guerrilla know that her resistance with her tongue was precisely what made her lick Hans's penis. While the female soldier was still trying to push Hans's penis out of her mouth, Hans had already closed his eyes and begun to enjoy the girl's oral service. The naked female guerrilla knelt on the bed, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high. In the white cleft of her buttocks, a thick penis was thrusting faster and faster. The young female prisoner of war whimpered in unbearable shame, her mouth filled with the enemy's penis in humiliation. When Zoya realized that resisting with her tongue only increased the other person's pleasure, she had already been licking Hans's penis for a long time. The female warrior quickly stopped resisting with her tongue. Hans pulled out his penis and slapped Zoya hard: "Little beauty, I want you to use your tongue, or else..." At this moment, Lotray's thrusting no longer brought Zoya pain. On the contrary, a strange pleasure gradually spread from the young girl's genitals. By the time Zoya felt this terrible pleasure, it was too late. Her virgin vagina began to contract involuntarily, and her white buttocks spasmed. Lotray felt the female guerrilla's genitals like a soft, wet hand tightly gripping his penis. The lieutenant colonel lewdly stroked the golden hairs around the young female prisoner's anus, playing with the girl's clenched anus. His uncontrollable desire to conquer made him thrust forcefully. Zoya suddenly felt this strange pleasure intensify, knowing it was a harbinger of danger. She feared utter collapse under the enemy's brutal gang rape, but the intense pleasure almost robbed her of her strong will. The steadfast female warrior finally succumbed to the enemy's advances. The female guerrilla's snow-white buttocks writhed in humiliation, responding to Lotley's movements. Hans was astonished to find that when he again shoved his penis into the female guerrilla's mouth, this strong and unyielding warrior even took his penis into her mouth with a certain initiative, diligently licking and sucking it with her small tongue. Seeing this beautiful face beneath him serving him with her mouth and tongue, Hans was overcome with lust. He grabbed the female warrior's blonde hair, pried open her mouth, and began thrusting his penis rapidly in Zoya's mouth, each time penetrating deep into the girl's oral cavity. Just as the girl felt she was about to suffocate, a sudden, electric-like pleasure erupted from between her high-raised buttocks. The girl's mouth was being penetrated by Hans's penis, unable to utter a moan of peak pleasure, only able to emit sweet hums through her nose, while she tightly sucked on Hans's penis. Before losing consciousness, the female partisan realized with despair and shame that she had reached orgasm during the enemy's gang rape. At the same time, Lothar and Hans could no longer control the urge to ejaculate. The lieutenant colonel, holding Zoya's round, white buttocks, thrust his penis wildly at top speed, and with a spasm of extreme pleasure, the lieutenant colonel ejaculated first in the female prisoner's vagina. Immediately afterward, amidst the female prisoner's whimpers mixed with shame and pleasure, Hans also increased the frequency of his thrusts, and finally, he grabbed Zoya's penis, pressed the captured female soldier's head tightly between his legs, and thrust his penis deep into the girl's mouth, ejaculating a white, cloudy fluid into the partisan's mouth. The two German officers, with satisfied expressions, put on their trousers and glanced at the Russian female prisoner on the bed, who was being gang raped to the point of near death. Zoya lay naked on the bed, limp and unable to move. White fluid slowly oozed from her buttocks and mouth. Her clean, white buttocks trembled slightly, as if trying to retain the lingering pleasure from the storm of gang rape. Lotlay said to the two eager junior officers, "After you're done, take her to Captain Hoffman and lock her up. Three days ago she burned down the stables, and the captain was put in solitary confinement for a day for dereliction of duty. He and his men will certainly want to settle scores with her, but they also have a responsibility to treat her well on this last night, because…" The lieutenant colonel turned to the limp, powerless female guerrilla on the bed and said in a lewd and cold voice, "Tomorrow morning, you will be hanged for espionage and arson.""My men must be eager to settle scores with her, but they also have a responsibility to treat her well on this last night, because..." The lieutenant colonel turned to look at the female guerrilla fighter lying limp on the bed and said in a lewd and indifferent voice, "Tomorrow morning, you will be hanged for espionage and arson.""My men must be eager to settle scores with her, but they also have a responsibility to treat her well on this last night, because..." The lieutenant colonel turned to look at the female guerrilla fighter lying limp on the bed and said in a lewd and indifferent voice, "Tomorrow morning, you will be hanged for espionage and arson."

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