Panz-her Division
by Doghead_2000
Copyright© 2025 by Doghead_2000
Erotica Sex Story: During a reconnaissance mission, a group of soldiers captured eight Russian female soldiers, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Anal Sex Masturbation Necrophilia Petting Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex .
Our German Panzer unit had been in the field in Russia for months, living and existing in our Tiger Tanks. None of the unit had seen any leave since the previous year before the Eastern Campaign had started. We were a support unit consisting of five tanks and some auxiliary vehicles for re-supplying us with fuel, ammunition, and rations.
Our main role was to be available to support infantry units, which meant that we were the ones who went in when the grunts got themselves bogged down under heavy enemy fire. We were also used to clear out villages and buildings, usually by just flattening them under our heavy vehicles, although this was a dangerous task, as you never knew when there was someone with an antitank weapon hiding in the rubble.
Our other main use was for Recce Patrols, where we could get in fast, look around, and get out again. It was during one of these patrols that we came across a small unit of women Russian soldiers also out on a recce. We had driven to a small valley and camouflaged the tanks in the trees just after dusk. Leaving two men from each of the five vehicles on guard, the other fifteen of us headed out on our recce.
We followed the river valley for about an hour before coming across the old wooden barn next to a derelict farmhouse. As we slowly moved in, we made out the shadowy outlines of two figures in Russian uniforms keeping watch. We only noticed them, as they were moving around in some form of sentry duty. Not very clever of them when in a war zone, where the best way to keep watch was to stay concealed and use your ears as well as your eyes.
Still, their mistake was to our advantage; we dropped down and silently moved in on their positions. We were only a few feet away from them when we stopped and waited. Two of our best men had made a detour and were silently sneaking up to their positions from the sides of the barn.
When we were all in position, the commander waited until the two guards had both moved to the two ends of the barn and gave a soft bird-like whistle. Both figures turned in his direction at the sound, as the two men came out of the shadows and clamped big, strong hands around their mouths from behind. At the same time, they yanked the heads of the figures’ heads violently backwards, making them instinctively throw their hands up to their necks.
The man on the left of the barn, as we watched, used his bayonet to slash the Russian figures’ necks from ear to ear, then slowly lowered the body silently to the ground and dragged it around the corner out of sight. The man on the right-hand side of the barn stuck his bayonet against the struggling figures’ chest. As he did so, the figures’ fur cap fell off to expose the long hair of a young female. The female Russian was dead within seconds when the bayonet cut through her breasts and entered her heart. The man lowered her body silently to the ground and also dragged it around the corner of the barn out of sight.
We started to move forwards again to check out the barn. As we reached the very edge of the undergrowth, where the dirt area surrounding the barn started, we froze as the door opened and a figure stepped into the entrance. As she stopped in the area bathed in light from inside the barn and turned to speak to those inside, we were able to clearly see her form.
The girl could not have been more than nineteen years of age with shoulder-length blonde hair. She was slim, wearing a pair of Russian army trousers tucked into her boots. Her uniform shirt could not hide the swellings of her breasts as she turned in profile in the light of the barn. She seemed to be relaxed and strangely not carrying her weapon, totally out of order during wartime, when you ate, slept, and made love with your weapon within easy reach. It seemed as if the enemy inside the barn were being far too lax for their own good.
A roar of female laughter came from inside the barn, and the girl came out, closing the door behind her, her laughing out aloud as she did so to some shared joke or other. She started to walk across the dirt directly in my direction. As she did so, she started to unbuckle her belt and undo the buttons on her trousers. On reaching the undergrowth where I was in hiding, she turned around to face the barn and dropped her trousers to her ankles.
Squatting down in front of me and lifting her shirt up to just under her breasts, she started to urinate onto the ground. I was no more than two feet away from that naked arse as the stream of yellow pee started to splash on the ground. I was fascinated by the scene; I had never been as close as this to a woman having a pee. I could make out the lips of her cunt between the valley of her shapely arse as she leaned forward, and her expanding pee hole as it opened to let out the stream of liquid. I was so worked up that I wanted to reach out and fondle her cheeks and cunt in my hand.
Biting my lips to contain my sexual thoughts, at any second she might realize that the two guards were missing from their posts and raise the alarm. So far, she had been so engrossed with the joke she had been party to and the task of relieving her bladder functions that she was totally unaware that they were missing. Slowly and silently, I shifted my weight, ready to pounce, and drew my own bayonet from its sheath.
While the girl was still in full stream, I moved forward and clamped my hand over her mouth and dragged her backwards so that she fell on her arse with her knees spread wide open. The move was so unexpected; the girl’s stream of urine shot up in the air from between her legs and soaked the trousers around her ankles. Pulling her body back tightly into mine so that she couldn’t struggle loose, I placed the point of my bayonet against the skin on her uncovered right ribs. Her beautiful eyes grew to the size of golf balls as they looked at the blade and begged for mercy.
I used the tip to feel for the gaps between her rib bones. Finding the right spot, I slowly pushed the point home, cutting through the skin and muscle until it entered her right lung. I could feel her tense and fight for breath as the lung collapsed. Angling the bayonet so that it was pointing in a line with her beating heart, slicing the lung and ribcage open as I did so, I pushed the blade slowly forwards until it ripped into her life-giving pump. She died as the heart organ shredded and ceased to function. I held onto her for a few minutes until her blood-starved brain had ceased to function.
Again, the sexual thoughts had started to return as I looked down on her young, shapely body. Naked from her blood-soaked ribs down to her trouser-wrapped ankles, her knees splayed wide apart, displaying the blonde, hairy mound of her pussy. While I waited for her to completely expire, I slid the hand that had destroyed her life down to that mound and stroked her teenage cunt, slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy. I found to my surprise that she was a virgin. What a waste; still, that was war.
The others had started to move forward again, so I dragged her body back into the bushes and also started to move forwards. As we stopped to listen at the side of the barn, we could hear female voices laughing and joking on the inside. As one, all fifteen of us burst into the barn with our weapons cocked and ready.
There were nine females sitting around in a circle, their own weapons were piled up in one corner of the barn out of reach. A simple glance told us why they had been so lax in security; some of the girls were holding half-empty bottles of vodka, and other bottles, both empty and unopened, were spread out on the floor. Only one of the females seemed to be even aware of our presence to start with. A big noncommissioned officer made a move to reach their weapons and was cut down by gunfire from two of our men before she had got two yards, bullets ripped into the layers of fat around her guts and chest, and she was dead before her great bulk hit the ground.
The sound of the gunfire in the confines of the barn seemed to bring the other females to their senses, and they all swung around in our direction, facing looking down the barrels of our weapons. As their predicament sank in, they started to raise their hands into the air. With some of us keeping the eight remaining Russians covered, some of the men stepped forward and bound their hands together and gagged them. They were then dragged over to the pillars supporting the barn roof and tied to the pillars with their arms still raised above their heads. Ropes were passed around their ankles and tied to the base of the pillars as well.
When they were secured, we searched the barn and all their equipment for intelligence, such as maps, papers, and personal documents. We also pocketed things like cigarettes, lighters, and money if we found them. The girls themselves squirmed as we unceremoniously searched their pockets for ID cards and pay-books. I suppose more than one girl would have gotten her nipples squeezed through her shirt as her breast pockets were checked, or her pussy stroked through the material of her trouser pockets. I know I got a good feel as I checked one of them.
We handed everything we found to our commander, who had sat down where the girls had been sitting. As he looked through the papers, a couple of us reached for the bottles of vodka discarded by the girls. He stopped us immediately and instructed us to stack them in a couple of the girls’ packs, to take with us for later. Two of the men were detailed to go outside on watch.
While waiting for the commander, we were eyeing up the eight girls, all were in Russian army uniform trousers and shirts, their tunic coats having been discarded over near their weapons. With their arms tied up high above their heads, their breasts were being thrust upwards against the material of their shirts. It was impossible to make out the form of their legs in those baggy uniform trousers, but if the hidden legs were anything like the rest of their bodies, they would be pretty attractive.
Straightening up, the commander announced that he had enough intelligence information on the girls’ units and positions for the recce, and instructed us to kill the girls and relax for a few hours. We would be moving out again a couple of hours before dawn, to head back to our Tigers. We always killed any captives during recce patrols to hide our presence; because we had tanks, we would not be able to transport prisoners back to our base.
At his instructions, we all looked back over at the girls, and then at each other, the same thing was going on in each of our minds. Finally, the corporal voiced our thoughts to the commander, and he reluctantly allowed us to have some fun with the girls before we disposed of them. He ordered that the guard was doubled to four men and that we rostered ourselves to allow those on watch to be able to come in for their share.
The commander was of the old school of soldiers, who looked down on any impropriety, but he was also well aware of how frustrated his men had got over the last few months without female company. These women, as far as he was concerned, were the enemy and would kill him and his men at any opportunity. He had already ordered their deaths, and so they were now just living corpses anyway. If his men wanted to use their bodies first, that was fine by him.
The corporal ordered two more men outside on guard duty, leaving myself and nine other men in the barn, as well as the commander, who was going to take no part in the fun and went and curled up in the corner for a rest. The corporal himself, although frustrated and wanting some of the action, decided to wait until the guard changed to keep his eye on things. One of the older guys also decided to wait with him.
The eight of us approached the tied-up girls with anticipation. The look in their eyes told us that they knew they were in for trouble. All of the girls were aged between about eighteen and twenty-five, and although there were no raving beauties amongst them, they were all fairly attractive, especially to our frustrated minds.
We were all eager to see these girls in all their natural glory. With their up-thrust breasts sticking out prominently against their shirts, it was natural for us to make these the first focus of our attentions. We opened the fronts of their shirts and tugged them out of their trouser waistbands. All but one of the girls was wearing bras. These we quickly unhooked and tore off their bodies to give us free access to their boobs.
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