**Trench Captive**

The mud was cold under my knees, the stench of gunpowder and rotting wood thick in my throat. I’d been stupid—one wrong move, one misstep, and the German patrol had me on my knees in the trench, rifles leveled at my chest. My heart pounded like artillery fire as rough hands yanked at my uniform, stripping away the layers that had hidden me for months.

“Scheiße,” one soldier muttered, fingers catching on the bindings around my chest. “A woman.”

The others crowded closer, boots sloshing in the filth. My breath came in sharp, panicked bursts as they tore the last of my disguise away, leaving me bare in the flickering lantern light. The first man—broad-shouldered, with a thick beard—grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. His grin was wolfish.

“You thought you could hide from us, little French whore?”

They didn’t wait. Hands dragged me forward, forcing me onto my back in the sludge. Someone pinned my wrists above my head as another ripped my legs apart. The first cock was already out, thick and hard, slapping against my thigh. I thrashed, but they held me down easily—too many of them, too strong.

“Nein, nein,” one laughed, gripping my hair. “You’ll take it.”

The first thrust was brutal, no warning, no mercy. His cock split me open, and I cried out as he buried himself deep. The others cheered, hands roaming my body—kneading my tits, pinching my nipples, fingers digging into my hips to hold me steady. He fucked me fast, grunting like an animal, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Tight little cunt,” he growled. “Just like a virgin.”

When he finished, he pulled out, and another took his place before I could even catch my breath. This one dragged me up onto my hands and knees, shoving my face into the mud as he mounted me from behind. His cock felt even thicker, stretching me wide. My pussy was already slick—betraying me, throbbing around him as he pounded into me.

“Fuck her harder,” someone urged, spitting on my back.

I could hear the wet slap of skin, the groans of the men watching. Hands groped my ass, spreading me wider, and then—oh God—a second cock pressed against my hole. I screamed when he pushed in, the stretch unbearable, my cunt clenching around both of them. They fucked me in tandem, grinding deep, their groans filling my ears.

“She’s taking it all,” one of them laughed.

I lost count of how many used me. They took turns, dragging me into new positions—bent over a ration crate, legs spread for one, then another forcing me onto his lap, riding his cock as he squeezed my tits. One shoved himself into my mouth, gagging me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he fucked my throat.

“Swallow it,” he ordered, and I did, hot cum spilling down my chin.

The last one was the cruelest. He flipped me onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, kneeling between them. His cock was huge, the tip glistening as he rubbed it against my swollen clit.

“You like this, don’t you?” he sneered. “French bitch.”

I didn’t answer—couldn’t. He slammed into me, one hand wrapping around my throat, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. His thrusts were punishing, each one driving a moan from my lips, my body betraying me as pleasure coiled deep in my belly.

When he came, his cock pulsing inside me, I shattered with him, my pussy clenching around him, shameful heat flooding my veins.

The Germans laughed as they pulled away, leaving me limp in the mud, their cum leaking out of me.

“Next patrol finds you, little soldier,” one said, buckling his belt. “Tell them who broke you in.”

Then they were gone, leaving me shaking, my body used, my disguise in tatters.

But my war wasn’t over yet.