The Irish Lassie and the English Soldiers

[Bonaparte]

It was a lovely sunny day near the village of Ballyconall in Co. Galway, the year 1832. Mary O'Connor was working on the little farm she had with her husband Seamus. That day he was in the village with their five children, selling milk and picking up some goods for the farm. Mary was 33, very pretty, with long, rich dark hair that encased her face and fell down to her shoulders. She was beautifully shaped, with big wholesome breasts, fine arse and hips, and long shapely legs. As the Irish would say, she was a fine figure of a woman. The sight of her doing a jig in the village square, throwing her shapely legs in the air and bopping her big beautiful breasts was always thrilling. All the men in the village, and the women, agreed that Seamus was a very lucky man indeed.

The sun was beating down hard on the English patrol. Ten soldiers were on the move, moving from a scouting mission against local rebels back to their barracks. They were in a rotten mood. They were fed up of being fired on by rebels, sick to death of the hostility of the locals, they were hungry, very thirsty, weighed down by their rifles and packs. They hated this fuckin country and the people. They hadn’t had sex in months either because of patrols, and two of em were sure they had gotten syphilis from that Irish bitch in the local army brothel. As they turned a corner by the lake, they could see on the mountain that there was smoke; as they got closer they could see a dilapidated little farm. They grinned with evil joy – they'd ransack the place and steal whatever food and water they could. As they approached the farm they could hear nothing but the occasional 'moo' from a mangy cow. The place was obviously deserted they thought. Good!! Maybe, the paddies who weren't there had left some good whisky too!

They broke through the gates. Three scampered off howling for the shed, to steal eggs and maybe a lamb if they were lucky. Another two, licking their lips and grinning, pulled down their smelly, dirty uniform trousers and peed up against the wall of the little house, deliberately spreading the piss as much as possible. Five, jeering loudly, burst into the house intent on robbery and destruction, only to find as soon as they burst through the door into the kitchen……… Mary!!

They were gobsmacked by the beauty of this lass, by her gorgeous green dress, by her swelling breasts, and the dress was fairly short too, exposing handsome ankles and some of her obviously very nice legs. Mary stood there, absolutely petrified and frozen. The men, grinned, licked their lips, eyed each other, and then hollered to their mates. "Come here lads, there's somethin' very nice in the kitchen." The others burst in, all ten of em now, including the two pissers with their trousers down and their cocks out. Mary gasped and swallowed saliva as she saw their desperate, dirty, greedy, hungry, savage faces. "Grab the bitch" one of em shouted. Mary screamed as she was grabbed and dragged through the house, pushed and shoved, until they burst into her little bedroom. She was violently thrown on the straw bed, so violently her lovely green dress swept up her legs, exposing all her calves and even some of her rich thighs. Cocks swelled with evil lust, as a few of the English soldiers grabbed her arms and others her legs; one vicious bastard raced his hand up her thighs and brutally squeezed her underwear and pussy; Mary howled with the pain. They rocked her body, feeling her chest, rubbing her gorgeous bare legs, some kissing her cheeks and licking them, slobbering their awful, stinking tongues all over her face. Mary begged them to stop, moaning, swearing, praying, all in Gaelic for she had no command of the English tongue. They slapped her to shut her up. Now, Charlie, the brutal leader, took off his trousers, ordered them to hold her down hard and spread her legs. Then he violently raped her cunt, holding her big chest as he pumped deep and hard, deep and hard, ordering them to spread her legs more and more, wider and wider, until the pressure on her legs and the depth of his cock inside her led to Mary howling with such pain that it could be heard for a mile. He fucked and fucked and fucked her, while the others licked her face and rubbed her helpless gorgeous legs. Then he came; then Peter jumped on her and fucked her cunt, then Paul, then David; now her legs were swept up far and wide, almost 180 degrees, she was rocked to shit, beaten, slapped, slobbered on and violently, savagely raped till her pussy almost bled. Outside, she and the English soldiers could hear nothing apart from the cow mooing; the sound of that mooing only seemed to excite them all the more as they raped poor Mary one after another one after another one after another. She begged, spat, screamed, prayed, cried, as one cock after another invaded her pussy, stretching it to almost sick proportions; some bastards even beat her pussy and fingered it, fisting it, watching her face grimace with the pain.

Eventually, all ten of them had been inside her, and Mary was totally ravaged. They took a break, grabbing the lovely Irish whisky in the house and drowning themselves in alcohol, making sure to piss and shit in her house, on the floor, on the table, smashing her small collection of cutlery, ripping her dresses; one sick bastard even stole her underwear in the little closet and cleaned his cock with it.

After a while, they were totally pissed out of their heads, but they were far from finished. Grinning and laughing like savage hyenas, they dragged poor Mary off the bed, out of the house, slapping and beating her, feeling her lovely arse in particular, dragging her all the way into the shed. Mary's arms were held tightly behind her back, so tightly her magnificent bosom almost seemed to burst out of her dress. They took some rope and tied Mary to the beam of the shed, arms fairly wide apart – totally helpless. Now, Charlie, as the men drew closer to see, licked Mary's face, felt her chest, and then – brutally – ripped the straps of her dress down to her waist – her massive tits flopped out as the men hollered, saliva poured from their mouths, cocks swelled as never before, one poor bastard came in his dirty army trousers. Her tits were big, supple, pale, and had big nipples. Charlie took out his 'discipline' whip, normally used for punishing badly behaved soldiers in barracks, and then stood back. As the men goaded him on, he LASHED Mary. She screamed with the pain. He lashed her again, and again, and again, and again. Her back was cut by the lashes, blood came, she was in desperate extreme pain, her eyes were coated in tears, all she could make out was the evil laughs and jeers of the soldiers who were enjoying themselves, even rubbing themselves as they saw this Irish bitch half naked, flogged, flogged, flogged, wincing at the pain, trying to move her body to escape the lashes, her big heaving breasts gyrating sexually with every blow of the whip. They salivated at the mouth, ejaculated, soiled themselves, almost cried with excitement seeing her whipped and her tits seeming to expand with every blow.

They couldn’t take it anymore!!! Like utter animals they charged towards Mary and ripped her down to the ground and set upon her like starving wolves on a helpless rabbit. It was totally savage. Mary was set upon by so many men all at once they even fought each other. They tore at her green dress, just ripped it off her, rubbing her legs and pussy, gnarling her breasts and nipples, leaving teeth marks, raping her cunt, rocking her like a piece of meat, slobbering her face; one soldier sat on her tits and stuffed his cock into her mouth, grabbing her head and banging it off the ground again and again as he fucked her throat – she was still being fucked in her cunt as the soldiers took turns. Others licked her legs, biting them, waiting their turn to rape her. After a while, she was flipped over – the animals bit her arse and spread her ass cheeks, raping her, stuffing her arse with their cocks deep inside her, spreading her legs for maximum penetration and pain, while others slobbered over her bleeding back, pissing and cumming in her hair. Mary was in such pain she thought she was going to die. She held her little Catholic crucifix and silently prayed, biting the straw on the ground to try and ease the pain of multiple cocks in her arse – her virgin arse had never been touched before….

The bastards wouldn’t let the poor Irishwoman go. Then they flipped her over again, squeezed her breasts and raped her cunt again and again and again. Now Mary made a pathetic effort to protest. She howled and cursed them – Charlie gave her a mighty slap that knocked her out cold. Now they finished the rape, raping her cunt again and again, even ripping her pubic hair in their frenzy. At the end, they spat on her, kicked her. Then they grabbed their stuff and left.

Poor Mary, still knocked out was a sight to see for her husband and children when they came back from the village.




happy thoughts!!!