Abi's making moves, and taking it like a champ as she finds herself... but what will she find?
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Her feet were soaking wet and freezing from the mud as she pulled on her little brother and sister.
The smoke was rising over the horizon.
The Wehrmacht was coming.
Her mother and father had sent her with her siblings ahead to escape as they stayed behind to organize the village's evacuation. They didn't know how much time they'd have until the Germans arrived.
The road was muddy and treacherous; Miryam's dress was soaked with mud and felt heavy, pulling on her as she tried to move her charges onward.
"Miryam! Look!" Her little brother Jakob pointed to a cart coming up behind them. Sarah, the youngest of them all, hid behind them both as they watched a man and his wife, with a single horse drawn cart coming down the road.
As they got closer Miryam saw they were a middle aged couple, and they looked like gentiles.
The wife smiled warmly at them and said something to her husband as they approached. He grimaced and stopped the cart as Miryam pulled her siblings to the side of the road.
They both were short and stocky, it seemed, the wife with a rosy face and her husband a brooding scowl. They looked about as old as Miryam's parents.
The man leaned over to address them. "Children, eh?"
Miryam tried to stand tall, her siblings and the muck pulling on her.
"Please sir... could we ride on your cart?"
The gentile looked at Miryam and smiled too quickly. His eyes moved up and down her body, making her wish she could shrink into herself.
"You don't look like you have anything to pay for passage..."
"Please, my brother and sister, they're tired. They can't keep walking."
"You should help them, then."
She didn't like where this dialogue was going. Why didn't he just let them on the cart?
His wife scolded him. "No, Boris,
you
should help them! We have room in the wagon!"
Boris was unmoved. "She looks like the oldest, she should help her little brother and sister!"
His wife slapped him on the arm, but not too hard, Miryam saw. She was probably used to Boris' cantankerous ways after decades of marriage.
His wife said again, "Help them, Boris!"
He grunted and started to get down from his seat. Miryam sighed in relief.
"Come on, come on," Boris waved at her to follow him.
Miryam watched as he put down the hinged board at the back of the cart, which was stuffed with the couple's possessions, all clearly piled up in a hurry.
"No payment, eh?" Boris asked her, quieter than he'd been up front.
Miryam didn't have an answer for him.
"I can think of some payment," Boris said, as he started to undo his pants. Miryam could only watch horrified as he pulled himself out and started stroking in front of her.
His
thing
looked... different, fleshy. His grubby hand worked at it until she saw it begin to engorge, elongate.
Once it was substantially meaty enough, Boris grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his penis.
She took hold of it, the first one she'd ever touched, and it moved in her hand like an animal.
It reared up, stiffening, and its hood slid back revealing the normal end she'd caught glimpses of before.
This one was filthy, encrusted with a white cream. Miryam snatched her hand away in disgust and covered her mouth, but now her fingers smelled like... like rotten cheese.
She gagged, and looked at her brother and sister standing by the roadside.
They turned away.
Thank G-d, thank you little ones.
"Pah, stupid girl. Turn around then if you don't know what to do!"
Miryam obeyed and braced her hands on the back of the cart, grateful at least to put the awful thing out of her sight.
Why wasn't his wife saying anything?
Boris pulled her dress up and Miryam shivered as the cold air pricked her naked bottom.
She felt his hands grope and squeeze her butt. "Mmm, nice fat ass on you," he said, and then he was pulling her cheeks apart, and her
privates
were exposed!
She felt his dirty fingers poking her secret areas, brushing through her lips, dragging back past her slit and then to...
No!
She felt him tickling her rear opening.
The flush of arousal she'd felt when he touched her privates turned to cold fear as he smeared his fingertip around her anus, pushing and coaxing her ring to relent.
"Hehe," he chuckled, apparently satisfied with his results.
"She never lets me do this," Boris said, indicating his wife who was presumably still waiting patiently on the other end of the cart.
Suddenly his finger was gone and he was closer to her, and Miryam felt a stronger, larger pressure against her anus...
his thing!
He wasn't going to do her naturally. He was going up
there!
Was this how the Gentiles did it?
Miryam thought of that bitch Riva, just a couple years older than her, always teasing her about being a tightass.
Things only ever went
out
of there, and now this... this brute, this animal, was pushing his thick prod against it, pushing, pushing, like he knew she would break.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, it got worse.
He broke through.
Her rear end surrendered, and she felt him stab inside her, filling her with a fiery pain, like the worst bowel movement she'd ever felt.
She cried out, and saw her siblings wince. They didn't turn around though.
Good.
He paused, then pushed further. Inch upon agonizing inch forced its way further into her rectum.
His hands were tight around her waist, pulling her down onto him. His hot breath was on her neck.
