Now she felt that she could do nothing more, and must let them do anything, submit to anything. She only moaned, and begged them to let her go directly each finished his fuck. “No more. — Oh, don't any more do it. — Oh, you'll kill me,” said she. Meanwhile a voluptuous sensation crept thro her cunt, and thro her whole body, the continued friction of the pricks was stimulating her senses. Then lewed wants came which she tried to stop, but couldn't, just then another man was about to fuck her, when as he laid hold of his prick to put it in, his sperm spurted out. She told me that some fell on her breasts. The soldiers laughed. — “Come away,” said one, “you've done without cunt.” But he put his prick still stiff up her, and had her tho he was a long time fucking. Then spite of herself she spent with him. “She's ill, she's fainting,” said one. — “Hell to you, leave her alone, it's brutally bad, — curse it you shan't, it's a thundering shame,” said an-other. — “You go to Hell,” said others to those two. — “We don't frig as you do.” — “Make haste,” said one, “the captain said half an hour.” — “I'll have her before I go if I'm shot,” said another. — She now looked on at the operators, she was less alarmed, and could not help looking. At first she had often closed her eyes she felt so horrified. — At one time two men had their pricks out ready. — Other soldiers came in, one said it was a shame and he would have nothing to do with it, and he left the room. — It did not stop the others. On they went fucking till all had had her, and two or three she thought had her twice. — “I'll have it again,” said one.
Now she shut her eyes, feeling again faint. — “Look at Fritz' prick,” said a man. “Frig it, Fritz.” — She opened her eyes and saw what looked a larger prick than the others. She cried out. “Oh don't, for God sake, let me get up.” But the larger prick did not hurt her, and again she spent. She now had long lost count of the men and the fucks. — “Lock the door,” said some one, “or, **** (naming some man) will come in.” — Her legs now felt painfully weary. — “Oh my legs,” said she. “Get on to the bed my love.” That she resisted, but they lifted her on it, and the next man laid on the top of her. He took off some of his accoutrements, to enable him to do so. As she moved she felt the wet spunk under her — it was in all directions about her thighs, belly, and chemise, eight or nine men she thought had now fucked in each other's sperm, but about numbers she was getting confused.
A bugle sounded, and some soldiers pulled at the door furiously. — “It's locked,” said one. — Then all left her quickly, one putting his prick in his trowsers in great haste. She sat up by the bedside. One soldier came hurriedly back. — “Let me, mein lieben.” — “No, no.” — But he pushed her back, it was no use resisting, she was well nigh strengthless, and he fucked her. — Two others came back. — Said one, “If you say a word, mind, we'll shoot you, and all of you on the first chance.” — “She won't tell, will you lieben?” said the other, — “she likes it. She's been fucked before — haven't you?” — The first speaker pulled out his prick. — “Have me again — here maiden,” saying so he put a handful of money in her hand. — She threw it on the floor, — “You shan't, I don't want your money.” — He pushed her back and put his prick in her. — “Oh, you're killing me,” she cried, “I wish I was dead.” — “You'll have a lot more of it before you die love,” and he finished fucking — he had done her before, she now recollected. — He was fucking her when a bugle sounded again. — “Bugger the hell of a bugle,” said the other, and he buttoned up his cock which he was preparing to use directly the other had done and the two left in a hurry.
Alone. She sat up terrified with the threats, so feeble she could scarcely stand. — She went to both doors, they were locked. She was frightened to call out, went to the window, and saw the remainder of the soldiers as she thought marching off quickly. But the lock turned and a soldier came in by himself. — “Let me have you — pray do,” — said he. “I'm a gentleman born, tho I'm a common soldier — take my watch and let me.” — “I won't touch it,” she said. “I'm not a prostitute.” — “Do, for God sake, I don't want to force you like the other brutes, but I must, I will, I will have a woman before I die.” She tried to get away. He pulled her gently on to the bed, unbuttoned, and knelt between her thighs, feeling her cunt, covered as it and her thighs were with sperm. — “See you let me, — do.” She did not attempt to interrupt him, or reply, and he fucked her. He spent directly he had put it into her. Then with endearing terms he went on shoving, saying he'd not had a woman for weeks, and finally so stirred up her senses that she spent with him, for he fucked her twice without uncunting. Then he stood by her side for a minute, and said in kind voice, “How lovely you are. — I wish you had let me do you of your own free will, instead of my forcing you.” She laid still, exhausted, not having even strength to pull her clothes down, but he did over her cunt. “Here,” said he hurriedly, taking out a gold watch and chain and a purse. — “I shall never have a woman again. There will be a battle tomorrow, we are in the front, and I shall be shot. I meant these for my mother, and ought to have sent them to her a week ago, now it's too late. When I'm dead they will rob my pockets, and if I give them to a comrade the chances are he'll keep them — it's too late — it's too late — you may as well have them. I give them to you, good bye,” — and he left. She rose and went to the window, and saw him with three other soldiers march quickly off. He seemed in command of them, but he was not an ofFicer.
She waited a time. “Yes, I did feel my cunt, and there was blood on my fingers.” At length she went up stairs, found her sister speechless with fear, and the door locked. — But she was not hurt. Four men had fucked her with similar threats, but kindly. The women looked at the clock. It was something over an hour since the detachment with the officers had gone off. All the fucking had been done in about an hour. Gertrude never could tell exactly how many men had her, sometimes she thought eight, sometimes ten, — or how many fucks she had. Certainly she had been fucked twelve times, but she thought it might have been fifteen counting each uncunting as two.
The women told all to each other then and there, listening and dreading lest soldiers should come back, but all was silent. In the sitting room lay the watch, chain, and a good deal of money in the purse. — Gertrude took it up, it was hers, and they agreed to say nothing about the whole affair to Antonio. — He was jealous and might not believe the story quite, especially on account of the purse and watch. — No, keep it to ourselves, never tell any one. They found the old man bolted in a stable, he did not know who bolted him in, or why. — He was there when they took out the officers' horses, and supposed they shut the bolt by accident. He had hollowed but in vain, and evidently suspected nothing. Two of four men had done Margaretta twice, and she had not spent she told Gertrude, who doubted that.
Then was the sound of cannon in the distance — what were they to do? — The soldiers had told Margaretta to leave within an hour, or they would regret it, for certainly the French would shell all the cottages to drive out the Austrians, if there. — For days they had packed up the little valuables they could not bear leaving, and would have moved to the town, only the soldiers had used their cart and horse and Antonio. — One soldier who had tailed Margaretta had said, “If the French catch you, they will bugger, as well as fuck you, and certainly cut your throats afterwards.” — The women and old man sat cowering for fear about their husband and selves. At length off they all trudged, and met Antonio and cart returning. They loaded it (re-turning for a little time) with what few goods they could, and got to the town of Brescia, where with hundreds of peasants and farmers driven out like them-selves from their homes by fear, they got a miserable shelter.