Authors note: [War is ugly, and people get hurt. Its the nature of what it is, and it's not clean or neat or fun. It's dirty, serious business, and it brings out the best in people. Sometimes, it brings out the worst. There are rules to war. Some things are illegal, and the international community has set them to writing. The Geneva accords laid it all out, and the rules were set down and they must be followed. You can't massacre civilians, and you can't dress up as the enemy. You can't pretend to be a civilian and act as a soldier. You can't put your weapons in hospitals and churches and schools. There is no such thing as 'human shields' in legal warfare. And you certainly can't raise the white flag and then shoot those who come for you. The rules are strict. The penalties called for are severe. And necessary.
Our enemies tell the world that their actions are justified by their need. Some even believe it. But they are wrong. As I write this story our great nation is engaged in a war of liberation, and no matter how you feel about it the truth is that the finest of America's sons and daughters are laying their lives on the line to do this job and to do it right. They fight as the greatest army on this earth. They fight for freedom, and they fight for you and for me and for oppressed people. They want no glory, and ask for nothing but our prayers and our support. They deserve all of that of course, and so much more.
This story has nothing to do with the war we are fighting. But as I reflect on the ongoing crimes of our enemies I think of other horrors from other conflicts, from the 1968 massacre at My Lai in Vietnam to the horrors of the concentration camps in Nazi Germany. Most often the atrocities of war are done by our enemies. Rarely, they have been done by a few Americans on our enemies. Even rarer, we sometimes do them to ourselves. This story is totally fiction, and is not about any particular conflict or any particular group of fighting men. Its a story, and nothing more. But hopefully, it will stir up a few emotions, and in doing so reemphasize the need for the laws of war.]
Whipped for War Crimes
As I entered the room I saw him, trying to stuff his stiff prick back into his pants, and the chill went down my spine like a piece of metal. We looked at each other, and I stared back at him, and yet even as I looked at him and watched him pull up his zipper it was the girl that was holding my attention. She was crying, and she was young. Maybe fourteen...maybe. God.
I said "What the hell Snider...Jesus."
The private looked at me, staring, and he stammered...."_f_u_c_k_ Sergeant, you didn't have to come in you know. She......she wanted it."
I stared. God. You take these eighteen year old boys away from home, and then put them in the middle of the _s_h_i_t_, and give them a gun and tell them they are men. Then you let the enemy shoot the hell out of them, and who can blame them when they try and hump the first twat they see when the bullets stop flying. But God...the girl was so _d_a_m_n_ young, and as I stared at her I thought of my daughter and my mind raced. The private was staring at me, hoping I'd let it go, and we were supposed to be moving out tomorrow and sure-as-_s_h_i_t_ I needed every man I had. Still, he had raped her, and I knew it was wrong and so did the private. He was young too, but he was old enough to know better. Battle can be a tremendous strain, and the need for relief and home and the feelings of love and lust can be confused and even overwhelming. Perhaps it's part of what they call the 'fog of war.' I figured the lust had taken his brain and things had just gone from there the way they do sometimes. Of course, that didn't make it right.
The girl was sobbing....staring down at the floor in shame, and really just whimpering there, her body heaving in great sobs as she held her legs together. I spied the spot of blood on her panties, and my skin crawled. Snider didn't look at her, and instead grabbed his rucksack as if he was going to leave. What the hell....war IS HELL as they say, and they certainly had done some _s_h_i_t_ to us. Of course, she wasnt a combatant, but even if she was it wouldn't have made any difference. You can't rape the enemy. You can't. Especially a kid. God. Still, I needed him, and he was barely a man in so many ways. _f_u_c_k_. I shrugged my shoulders, and decided to let it go, but before I could turn around and get out of there the Captain's voice cut the air like a knife.
"WHAT THE _f_u_c_k_ IS GOING ON IN HERE SERGEANT?"
I spun around, and it was obvious the Captain was taking it all in, figuring it out, and for a second I realized he suspected I might have been a part of it. I was caught off guard, and I stammered "Sir, I just came in....ah....well.........er.....Private Snider apparently, well, he apparently took a few liberties with a con-combatant Sir."
The Captain stared at the girl, and said "Christ. Ah..._f_u_c_k_! Private, what the _f_u_c_k_ were you thinking?"
Private Snider looked at the Captain then, and his face changed color. His dark hair glistened in the light, and the teenager's deep brown eyes were wide open, the wisp of hair on his upper lip accentuating his youthfulness. His uniform shirt still wasnt buttoned, and you could see his dog tags as they hung from his neck and rested against the skin of his smooth chest. He was holding his t-shirt; he hadn't even bothered to put it back on. He had the build of a swimmer, except that the weeks of boot camp and follow-on training had shaped his young body into perfection. Every muscle rippled, and the flat horizontal lines defined his stomach. He was young, with the perfect hard body of a well built male; literally in a way a '_f_u_c_k_ing' machine. Right now he was bathed in that afterglow guys get just after they have made their _f_u_c_k_. Still, he knew enough to know when he had been caught. Finally, he answered and gave us an insight into how he saw it: "Well sir...she.......she....she's just a dink. It don't mean nothin'."
I bit my lip. I knew it was coming and my mind was already trying to figure it out before he asked. Even so, I wasnt really prepared when the question came, because I hadn't figured out what to say quite yet. There were quite a few possibilities. The Captain looked at me and said "What you gonna do with him Serg?"
_f_u_c_k_! THE QUESTION! Of course, I had NO IDEA. I mean, I should send him back, with the charges, do the trial thing and then go on without him. Yeah, a court martial and the whole _d_a_m_n_ bit was what was called for, but _s_h_i_t_....we had a war to win and I needed him. Besides, I didn't have time for the paperwork. Yeah, it was early in the campaign, and I needed every man.
Further, I also knew that if someone didn't set an example soon and we just let him go then this could be the first of many atrocities and while my men were trained they were also young and horny and had been away from home for a long time. I was holding them together so far, but they were all on the verge of cracking. The intensity of the campaign was just way more than we had bargained for. Still, they had been fed well and I had managed to keep their spirits up. What I didn't have for them was pussy, and all of a sudden when the enemy retreated there was plenty of pussy everywhere.
With the retreat of the enemy into the hills the problem was that there were girls alone in almost ever home, and my men knew it. Since they retreated yesterday I hadn't seen a male over sixteen, and all of them were either gone or were dead. I looked at the private, and then back to the Captain, and then I answered: "Well...I was thinking sir....of doing the....the platoon punishment thing sir....you know.........just get it over with. I was....er....I was thinking five or ten lashes......" As I looked at his face for a sign, I could tell it might not be enough. So I added "on the bare."
Private Snider's eyes fell, as he contemplated his fate. While a thrashing wasn't a common punishment, it wasn't unheard of and had served its purpose and usually got results, and if the truth be known I just wanted to get it behind us so we could go on and get the job done and the war won. But I wasnt sure the Captain would go along with it and it sure wasnt in the army regulations, at least not in the modern army it wasn't. Still, a quick thrashing well laid on can teach a lesson, show you mean business, and still keep the man from being brought up on charges later. If the kid got prosecuted as a war criminal he was in for a lot worse than a thrashing, so I figured I could use him as an example and still keep him out of jail.
The Captain was old school, and I saw him smile. He knew exactly where I was going, and my chance had paid off. Then he said "Fine....assemble the men, and prepare the private for his punishment. Make _d_a_m_n_ sure you get him ready. I'll give him the lashings though.....you're too easy on em Sarg. I'll see you and him and the men in the ammo shack in thirty minutes.
With that, the Captain walked out, and I was left alone with the young crying girl and the private. I ignored the girl, and then I said to him: "_s_h_i_t_ Snider....now you've done it. Well, you're getting your ass thrashed, and thats that. At least it will be over after it's done. Let's go....."
Of course, he came, because he had too, and while he tried to talk me out of it he had heard the Captain and so he knew that his choices were limited. When we entered the "ammo shack" as we called it, the room was full of boxes and crates of ammunition, as well as a number of guys in the company guarding things, sorting out the boxes and getting the place organized. The shack was really an abandoned enemy warehouse, with part of the roof blown off, and we had taken it over and turned in into a mini-supply depot of our own. Of course, there were lots of the big metal crates for storing the 105mm shells, and I pointed to one of those and pushed the private in that direction. Then I changed my mind. Over in the corner was a big heavy wooden table, and I figured it might be more appropriate and so I chose that instead.
The guys in the room knew something was up, and soon I had their full attention as I started making preparations. I made Snider strip, down to his issued white BVD's, and I started to let him keep them on. They were tight on his ass, and his bulge in front stuffed the shorts the way it does on a young man with a package. Still, I knew they would have to come off eventually, but still taking off the man's pants and exposing him to everyone in the room just seemed strange. Still, they had to go and he knew it and so did I.
Well, he had raped the girl, and so, I had him take them down, and while his lip quivered he didnt really argue any. He knew what was going to happen and he also knew he didn't have any choices in the matter. He might not have wanted to strip, but he wasnt ashamed of his body.
By this time I had everyone's full attention. They had seen a few thrashings, so they knew what was coming down. I noticed a few of them were boned--you could tell from the way they tented out their uniform pants. Why does that happen when a man knows another is going to get a bare bottom thrashing? I don't know, but it often does. Anyway, after he was totally naked, I directed two corporals to bring the table to the middle of the room, and there I had Snider stand up next to the table, and then bend over it putting his bare chest down until it was resting on the flat table top. I had him put his arms behind his back, and then I wrapped his wrists three times in rope, and then looped the rope up over his neck and back down, so that his wrists were held up into the small of his back. I wanted to make sure he couldn't reach his ass.
I knew when the whip started he would try and shield his bottom, and I had to make sure that he wouldn't be able to. Next I had him spread his legs, out to the sides but with his knees slightly bent. I took a long piece of rope, and tied it twice around the left table leg, then around his left knee, pulling it tight as I did so. Then, I took the rope across to his other knee, and then out to the right table leg where I tied it off good and tight, spreading his knees wide in the process.
The young conscript was totally exposed. I took the whip, and laid it on the table so the private was staring at it. I wanted him to see the whip that would soon be cutting into his ass, leaving stripes that he would never forget. I summoned the rest of the men, and then waited there as they started to file in. As they entered, all wondering why they had been called, each of them took in the naked private and the whip and the position he was in and immediately they knew what was coming.
What they didn't know was what he had done. Of course, they knew what he had talked about doing, and news travels fast. As the men filed in, staring, they didn't say much. With the whip there it was apparent that he was waiting for his punishment, and I didn't need to tell any of them why they were being summoned to watch.
Soon, except for the guards that were posted on the perimeter, I had all of the men under my command assembled. I then took the opportunity to speak. I announced his transgression, and then used the opportunity to lecture the men that war crimes would not be tolerated. They had all been taught what was legal and what was not, and it had been drilled into them since they entered basic. Every soldier knows the rules.
As I lectured them, Snider said nothing, but simply stared straight ahead, his face bright red with his humiliation and his ass high in the air and his legs spread, exposing his hole and his thighs and his bottom. The men were around him in a circle of sorts...some looking up at his ass and others staring at his face and his expression. Still, it wasn't his face that drew most of the attention. No, I think it was his balls that captured everyone's eye.
The young soldier had a huge sac, and with his underwear missing his balls just hung down loose and dangling, like a bull's balls hang. They were loose in the sac, the way they are after a man has just mounted a woman, and as they hung low everyone was staring at them. There were snickers among the men, and as I listened to them I knew they were anxious to watch.
I've lashed a few men, but I don't have a heart in it, and of course the Captain knew that. That scared me, because I had seen him angry before, and I knew he could be a ruthless man. I just had no idea how much he would punish this man. The Captain has a hell of a temper, and so as I got things ready I was probably almost as nervous as was the man who was waiting for it to be done to him.
I figured he might give him a dozen...I had seen a man get a dozen once and I thought at the time it was going to kill him. The whip is cruel, and it burns with a vengeance, almost like a hot torch as it rips the skin. He wore no clothing for protection, and without doubt it would turn his ass into hamburger wherever the leather landed. Further, with his legs spread so wide everything was exposed and open for the end of the whip. If the Captain wanted to, he could hit him anywhere he pleased.
It was beyond my control at this point, and as I stared at that sac hanging their I tried not to think of what the Captain might do. I had him tied out perfectly, and he was helpless. Everything was ready. I kept the men at 'parade rest', waiting for the Captain and the whipping. I just wanted it to be over with. Finally, he arrived.
"ATTENTIONNNNNN!!!!" I yelled, as the Captain came into the room.
As one, every man, save for the one who was naked and strapped to the table, came to attention and their heels slammed together. The Captain said nothing, but as he entered the room I saw the girl, and she was with him, and as I stared at her my mind began to race. She was a surprise, and I had not expected her to be brought to see this. The Captain walked around to the other side of the table, so that he was staring at the private and looking him in the eye as he laid across the table. The girl was behind the table, staring at his balls and his ass and everything that made him a man. Private Snider was looking up, at the Captain, and then he looked over his shoulder and his eyes registered the girl and I saw him swallow. His face flushed redder then, and it was obvious he was humiliated as the girl stared at his ass and his genitals and the whiteness of his bottom. His ass jutted up, almost eagerly, as if it was begging to be whipped. God!
Then the Captain said: "Private, do you have anything to say before I whip you for what you did to this girl?"
The private stared at the girl, and then back to the Captain, and then he said, with a quiver in his voice: "Sir....how many....how many cuts am I getting?"
Ah...the QUESTION. Of course, we all wondered that, but it was the private whose interest was the keenest of course and so he had ask what we would never have dared. The Captain said "Ah, a good question private. Perhaps we will let the girl decide. You raped the girl....so your punishment should be up to her. When she's satisfied I'll be satisfied. For your sake I hope you didn't piss her off." Then, he grinned.
The Captain turned to me and said "Serg, put the men at Parade Rest and gag the prisoner. I don't want to hear him scream as he feels the whip. He might start cussing and there is a young lady in the room."
I saluted him, and then ordered "PARADEEEEEEEEEEEEE, REST!!!!!"
Instantly, my men moved as one, putting their hands behind their back and spreading their legs in the stance. They still were forbidden to speak, but 'Parade Rest' was a much easier position to stay in, and unlike being held at "Attention" it was something you could tolerate for a long period of time. I took a length of cord and stuffed a clean gun rag in Snider's mouth, and then bound it in place. He didn't fight me. Finally, I stepped back, and said "The prisoner is ready for his punishment Sir."
The Captain looked at him, and then to the girl. Then he said: "In our country we believe in justice. Unlike your soldiers, we are not barbarians. We follow the rules of war. You have my word, I will do as you say. I will avenge the pain he has caused you. Name it....how many cuts of the whip do you want him to feel?"
We all stared at the young girl. God. My heart was pounding, and I know everyone in the room wondered what she would say. Would it be ten? Fifteen? Twenty? God...what if she asked for more? My mouth was totally dry, and time seemed to stand still. I stared at his ass, open, exposed, and from where I was standing I could see his hole and the hairs growing around it. As we all waited he suddenly jerked against his bonds, testing them perhaps, and his hole puckered and then it winked at me.
The girl shook her head, and then she said in perfect English: "You will not really whip him. You do not know how. You will not punish him. You lie. You all lie. You Americans are the barbarians."
The Captain's face went red, and he looked angry. Very angry. Then, his eyes flared, and I realized that I had never seen him madder. Then he said "I AM NOT A LIAR!!! I SAID YOU DECIDE....SO DECIDE.....NOW!"
The girl looked at him, and then back to the man who had raped her. I could see her staring at his ass, and his balls, and as I looked at her it was obvious her eyes were resting there, staring at the dangling orbs and the prick that had _f_u_c_k_ed her. Snider had turned his head again, so he was staring back at her, and as he did I noticed his prick had thickened, and was pointing downward and out at an angle. As we all watched it twitched, up and down, almost to his heartbeat. I also noticed he was at least half hard. She seemed to stare a long time, and then, slowly, very slowly, she said "You will not punish him. You will not."
The Captain looked at her and seemed to grow even angrier. Man he was pissed! Then he said "I WILL PUNISH HM! I TOLD YOU, YOU HAVE MY WORD....AS AN OFFICER. I WILL NOT TOLERATE WAR CRIMES FROM MY MEN. I HAVE THE WHIP AND I WILL WHIP HIM. TELL ME....WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
She looked at him then, and shook her head. She was getting to him, and she knew it. She repeated herself one more time: "You lie. You will not punish him."
The Captain exploded, and his arm went into motion. The whip curved sideways, and went completely across Snider's buttocks in a single, burning line. There was a crackkkkkkkkkkk sound, as the tip of the whip went supersonic, flying around his thigh and digging into the sensitive flesh on the front of his leg. Snider jumped, straining against the ropes that held him, and he grunted into the gag. I saw him slam his head back, and his eyes went wide as he felt the intense burn from the lash.
The Captain jerked his arm again, faster this time, and brought the whip up under him, so that the lash curved around and went across Snider's left ass cheek and up between his legs. The tip of it cracked about half way down his _c_o_c_k_, and the private screamed into his gag then like there was no tomorrow coming. He started bucking his hips too, in a wild desperate measure, trying to dodge the whip and the pain. As he did so it gave the impression he was _f_u_c_k_ing the table he had been tied to.
The Captain yelled at the girl in his rage: "I TOLD YOU....YOU HAVE MYWORD. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! TELL ME NOW AND IT WILL BE DONE!!!!!!!"
The girl looked at the man on the table, and then back to the Captain.
Then she said, almost in a whisper, "I want justice. I want his balls whipped."
The room went silent. All of us, me included, just stared. Someone gasped. I think I along with everyone else looked to the young man and his dangling manhood....looking at his scrotum and the twin orbs that were pronounced within it. God. Of course, what she has asked for was out of the question, although in this part of the world such a punishment for what he had done would not have been that unusual I suppose. I looked at those balls, hanging there, and while I knew what she had asked for was impossible, it still sent the chills down my spine as I contemplated how easy it would be for it to be done. I know I had the thought that justice depends on the eye of the beholder.
The Captain said "What? I CAN'T DO THAT!"
The girl shrugged her shoulders, and said "See...I knew you were a liar. LIARS. ALL OF YOU. You are a joke. YOU are the barbarians!"
She started to laugh then, and the Capt seemed to explode. That's when the Captain began the whipping in earnest.
His hand was flying, the whip curving out, ripping across his bear bottom and leaving a line of red with every stroke. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Again and again the Captain jerked his arm and snapped the whip, and with each cut a line of red was painted across the young soldiers buttocks. Stripe after stripe, and with each one Snider screamed into his gag, his eyes wide from the pain as his ass was turned into an inferno.
As hot as any flame that whip burned into him, slicing across his bear bottom even as he jerked it up and down trying to dodge the blows. His prick jerked and bobbed as he thrust his ass into the table, pulling hard against his bonds as the Captain crisscrossed his bottom with lines of pain. Again and again the whip landed squarely, and with each crack he grunted and jerked. He was thrusting so wildly that the entire table was bouncing.
The girl watched, and I could see her staring at his balls. They hung down between his legs, and the whip landed above them, across his ass for stripe after stripe. Slowly the Captain worked the lash downward, until it was curving up, around his thighs, the tip reaching in between his legs and flicking the soft, sensitive flesh on the front side of him. Occasionally the tip would snap upwards, between his legs, missing his sac by an inch and then flicking the young man's _c_o_c_k_ instead. When that happened he screamed in his desperation, and jerked even harder if that was possible.
Finally, the Captain stepped back, directly behind him, and then as we all watched he brought the whip upward, in a curving motion, that took the tip and flicked it right into his balls. YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW he screamed as the whip struck home, and his balls just seem to instantly turn bright red and his entire ass quivered as it happened. Another crackkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, and the tip flicked into his hole.....another CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK and it came up, under his scrotum, and directly into the very end of his _c_o_c_k_ as he screamed in disbelief from the shock of the blow.
I couldnt believe it of course, but the girl seemed pleased then, and as we watched the punishment laid on it was just more than I could believe. CRACKKKKKKKKKK. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
Snider slammed his head back and forth, a gesture screaming "NO NO NO" even as he bucked his hips and fought to move his ass and create a moving target. He was tied so well and was so exposed it was a useless gesture, but he jerked against his ropes anyway, struggling hard to dodge the whip that was slowly pulverizing his naked ass and striping his _c_o_c_k_ in the process. He was powerless to protect himself, and as he suffered the men watching grimaced.
One final flick of the whip curved the tip upward, right into the bottom of that private's dangling scrotum, slamming his balls upward and making him scream into his gag one more time. The young soldier slammed his head into the table and then backwards, arching his back as he did so. As his balls felt the whip he screamed into his gag like an wild animal....a blood curdling scream unlike anything I've ever heard before.
At the same time his prick squirted, and his seed just shot out of his dick in spurts of cream, like lines, across the dirty floor even as the whip burned into him. It was a hell of a load, especially for a young man who had just had a _f_u_c_k_. Still, he pumped his hips and squirted. He grunted and screamed as he ejaculated, and after that he just bounced his ass as if he was _f_u_c_k_ing. The entire table shook from his struggles, and I'll never forget the way his naked ass bobbed up and down, just a rapid motion almost as if he was _f_u_c_k_ing the table even as his ass was on fire. I'll never forget that look either, of the way his ass was painted with lines of welts, that seemed to go from just above his knees all the way up and over his entire bottom, criss-crossing in lines that accentuated his ordeal.
His asshole slammed open and closed as he shot his last wad. It was puckered red where the whip had found his hole, and he certainly looked sorry for what he had done. In fact, the look on Private Snider's face was just one of total disbelief. He felt his ass on fire, and his genitals burned like there was no tomorrow. Still, as we all watched he emptied his balls, shooting out his wad as he jerked against his bonds and screamed as if there was no tomorrow.
His eyes stayed wide open, in panic, and right after the Captain finished whipping him he was still slamming his hips up and down and up and down as if by doing so he could somehow cool off his bottom and stop the burn that was radiating through his soul. Even in his desperation, the girl's laughter could be heard. She laughed and laughed and laughed...... Then, still laughing, she reached out and felt his bottom, letting her small fingers move along the welts and feel the burn that had painted his ass. Finally, she hefted his balls, and felt them, giving them a squeeze as she examined the stripes that they too displayed.
Then, she looked at the Captain and grinned.
We got him off the table then, and in the confusion the girl left. I never saw her leave, and private Snider was in too much pain to notice. Still, God...what an ass! I'll never forget his look, as he stared out at us, the well whipped private in total disbelief at the harshness of his punishment.
The Captain threw down the whip and walked out of the room, and as he did I looked back to the table. Underneath, in the dirt, was the wad of the young soldier, wasted where he had shot it out and onto the floor. It was only then that I realized I was hard in my pants.
[Authors note: © Copyright April, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]