Chapter 51 - Rape Survival
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This is the third part of the time travel that Satan gave to Briana during the
celebration of the Black Mass. Briana has been transported to the final days of
the Third Reich. Briana has been transported to Spandau prison for
interrogation.
"Briana, wake up and drink some water," said a voice that Briana recognized.
When she opened her eyes there was her best friend from school, Ingrid, holding
a cup of water to her lips. The two classmates hugged tightly. They had never
expected to see one another alive.
"What happened?" asked Briana.
"I arrived a few hours ago and found you here. I'm sorry I woke you but I was
desperate to know you were all right," said Ingrid.
"I'm glad you did. Has there been any news?" asked Briana.
"They say the city has surrendered and the war is over. I was captured the day
before yesterday when my detachment surrendered. Our commander was a coward. He
curled up in bed with his Italian whore and shot her then himself. He sent his
second-in-command to surrender. We never really fought. We gave up at the first
opportunity. You're all bruised?" said Ingrid.
"They raped and beat me in the truck on the way here. They were Cossacks and
just raping me wasn't enough," admitted Briana.
"They don't waste any time when it comes to German women. They raped me and
the other women who surrendered. They say the Red Army intends to rape every
woman in Germany, even the very young and aged."
"Was it awful?' asked Briana.
"Yes, I was taken out in the square near the Fredrickstrasse while hundreds of
Berliners watched. I lost count but I think they did it to me twenty or thirty
times. I hear they have plans to rape us more when they interrogate all the
women who worked for the party or were in the government or army. They're
hanging members of the Hitler Youth that fought as soldiers. That includes the
Deutscher Madel. There are already bodies of Deutscher Madel hanging in the
courtyard. They let the Poles do awful things to them before they hang them."
"I need rest. Sleep by my side and we can tell each other more about what
happened later," said Briana unable to resist sleep.
Ingrid laid down on the edge of the cot and put her arms around Briana who
immediately fell back asleep. When Briana woke up, Ingrid was nearby.
"You slept all night. How are you feeling?" asked Briana.
"Much better. Is there a place we can clean up? I'm filthy," asked Briana.
"Yes, there's an washing area in the back of the cell. We should bathe. You
look a fright," said Ingrid.
Ingrid took Briana over to a long sink at the back of the cell. Following the
example of the other women around them, the two removed all their clothes.
Briana had not realized how covered in dirt and grime she was. There were dark
bruises on her thighs, breasts, and buttocks. She barely recognized herself in
the mirror. Several women were standing naked at the long sink washing. Modesty
didn't seem to be something one should worry about under the circumstances.
There were male guards nearby watching the naked women through the bars. The
guards moved closer to see the two young pretty girls wash their bodies.
"German sluts, look at what I have for you," yelled a soldier who spoke a
little German. He had unbuttoned his trousers and was busy fisting his cock. In
his other hand, he held a loaf of black bread.
"If you want this bread, you must show your love for Red Army cock," said the
soldier.
"I haven't eaten for days," said a young German women moving toward the bars.
"Suck me off and eat," spoke the soldier watching as the woman went to her
knees placed her face between the bars and took his cock into her mouth.
"We may all be sucking Russian cock for a crust of bread before this is over,'
said an aristocratic-looking woman standing nearby. She had casually placed one
foot on a nearby stool and was washing her vagina.
"That's true," commented Briana watching the woman's head move as she used her
mouth to pay for the bread.
"I have some of my daughter's clothes if you want to change. It would be
better if you weren't wearing those uniforms," said the lady continuing to wash
her sex.
"Your daughter is not here," said Ingrid.
"Magdalena was foolish enough to admit her husband was in the SS. They didn't
let her take her suitcase but gave it to me to carry. Her things should fit
you."
The lady showed them a suitcase containing a young woman's clothes.
"What happened to your daughter?' asked Briana.
"I'm not sure. She's pretty like you too. They wanted to rape her some more
after they separated us. My husband was an official in the party. They made him
watch while they raped Magdalena and me. Afterwards, they shot him. They said I
was to be held for further interrogation. When I last saw her, she was on her
back with a Russian between her legs and a line of twenty or so more waiting
their turn with her."
The lady said it so matter of factly it surprised the girls. It was as if she
were talking about the weather. The woman seemed to be in some kind of shock.
Briana and Ingrid found clean underwear and dresses in the suitcases. After
washing, they dressed themselves and combed their hair. The lady offered them a
comb and brush that they used to fix their hair. She suggested they use her
daughter's make-up.
"Fix yourselves up, apply some lipstick, rouge and powder. Here, use some of
this perfume. It may be helpful," said the lady.
Briana realized the woman's family must have been wealthy. The clothes were
very expensive and well made. When they looked in the mirror, they realized
they looked like two stylish young women.
"Good, you should attract officers, I'm told the Russian officers prefer young
blonde German girls," said the lady. "If you get a chance sleep with an officer,
become his girl."
"Why would we want to do that?" asked Ingrid.
"You might survive if you become the mistress of a high ranking officer. If
you stayed as you were in those uniforms, they will let a company of Don
Cossacks rape you and then hang you in the courtyard. They might even turn you
over to the Poles for torture. They're doing unspeakable things to young girls
that were affiliated with the party. An officer can protect you from the
soldiers and the filthy Poles if you cooperate and give him pleasure."
"Cooperate?" asked Ingrid not exactly understanding what the lady meant.
"Spread your legs when they ask and make sure they enjoy themselves and have
no reason to complain. You're both far prettier than most. Take advantage of
that, live for a better day in Germany," offered the lady. "Keep the suitcase,
Magdalena will not need it."
They thanked the woman and returned to the place in the cell where they
originally were located.
"I see you've decided to become some officer's whore?" said a much older woman
eyeing the two girls with a disapproving stare.
"Our uniforms were filthy and torn. We had nothing else to wear. A nice lady
gave us some of her daughter's clothes," replied Briana indignantly.
"I know what you're up to, you little sluts. I suppose if I were young I
would try to attract an officer. Who wants to be raped by Cossacks or Poles?
They'll stick their cocks in your ass and make you eat your own shit off them.
They did that to me while my Hagen watched. The Reds like to make we Germans eat
our own shit. "
"I've already been raped by eight Cossacks and yes they put their cocks in my
ass," answered Briana quietly realizing the woman's experiences had left her
mentally unstable.
Time passed slowly in the cell. Briana told Ingrid about everything that
happened in the bunker including the part about where she gave up her virginity
during a drunken orgy. Ingrid also told her story.
"I lost mine too. It was nothing as dramatic as yours. I wish it had of been.
At least you were treated decently. My immediate superior was a Wermacht
officer. I developed a terrible crush on Klaus even though he was married and
had three sons. He showed me their photos. He protected me from the other
soldiers. When right out of the blue, he politely asked if he could make love to
me I said yes. It seemed silly under the circumstances to say, 'No, I am saving
myself for the future and the thousand year Reich.' Especially when I didn't
think the Reich or I had a future. Klaus took me behind a trench work and
deflowered me in an ammunition bunker. He was gentle the first time and it only
hurt a little. That was the nice part. He even told me he loved me."
"And afterwards," asked Briana.
"We made love every day for a week. He taught me how to use my mouth to please
a man. He turned out to be a louse. The day before we capitulated, he took me to
that same bunker. This time it wasn't empty. There were a dozen officers and
several women already there. Everyone was drunk and the soldiers were undressing
the women. Klaus said it was party and made me drink a bottle of schnapps. I got
drunk and passed out. I woke up naked on the floor beside the other women. One
of the soldiers was fucking me. When I looked for Klaus I saw he was standing by
me urging the man between my legs to enjoy himself.
"I taught her to fuck and suck," he yelled to the others. "Now you can all
enjoy her."
They took turns with us. I no longer cared. I did what they wanted and even
found pleasure in it. I'm a horrible person. That lady is right. We're nothing
but whores," said Ingrid breaking down into sobs.
"I know. The oaths we took and signed in our own blood about keeping ourselves
pure for the Reich seemed so completely irrelevant that when an SS Major said he
wanted me, I could not think of a single reason to say no," said Briana. "I even
did things with the two girls that I knew were wrong. Go on finish your story."
"The party got drunker. Klaus put me on a table so everyone could see three of
them take me at the same time. After a while I crawled over in a corner and
passed out. When I woke up, everyone said to get dressed, we had surrendered."
"Was the rape awful? Mine was. It wouldn't have been so bad if the Cossacks
had fucked me and left it at that. But the beat and hurt me as they raped me,"
said Briana. "They kept slapping me and one of them kicked me in the ribs. They
got the truck driver who had a large cock to rape me anally so it would hurt
worse."
"After we surrendered, the Russians separated the women and men. They shot
some of the officers and marched the rest off. There were twelve women soldiers
and they took us to the Fredrickstrasse. They pulled furniture out of the houses
that hadn't been bombed and made a big fire in the center of the plaza. One by
one they made us strip naked while they laughed and whipped us with their belts.
They drug some mattresses out of the houses and threw them in the middle of the
plaza. They forced the civilians out of their bomb shelters to watch. If one of
the civilians was a woman or a girl, they made her strip and join us. They must
have been fifty women when they started raping us."
"I've heard girls much younger than us were raped," said Briana.
"One of the women kept screaming that her daughter was only eleven and to rape
her in her place. The Commissar laughed at the woman and told her she could lie
beside her daughter as both of them were violated. Since the girl was a virgin
they rolled dice to determine who went first. A fat sergeant won. When the girl
started crying and clinging to her mother, he slapped her and threw her on the
mattress. They clubbed the mother with the butts of their Kalishnokov's put her
right beside her daughter and a burly soldier mounted her. They made everyone
watch what they did to the little girl. Two of the sergeant's comrades pulled
the girl's legs apart. He spit on his cock, put it in her tiny opening and
yelled, "for Mother Russia," as he forced himself into her. The girl screamed
and passed out. A line for soldiers formed and as soon as the Sergeant
finished, they slapped the girl awake and another soldier raped her."
"What happened next," said Briana?
"It got worse. They raped a pregnant woman who also had a young daughter. The
girl who couldn't have been older than nine or ten became hysterical at what
they were doing to her mother. She wouldn't stop screaming; so a Russian officer
pulled her out of her grandfather's arms and put her beside her mother. The
Mongol's raped her and her mother while her parents watched."
"It must have been awful. How were you raped?" asked Briana.
"I was placed beside a soldier's widow who had three infant children. They
kept threatening to slit her children's throat if she didn't give them a good
fuck. They held a bayonet to the children's throat. She was desperate to save
her children. She acted like she was enjoying the rape. They told me that if I
weren't as good a fuck as her, they'd slit both our throats and the children's.
The soldiers said they would first kill the children while we watched, and then
kill us. I couldn't stand to be the cause of the children being murdered so I
imitated their mother and screwed each soldier like I loved what was happening.
I even pretended to like it when one of them stuck his cock in my ass. Even
though, it hurt my insides terribly at first. When it got dark and they were
satisfied, they stopped and brought me here."
Briana held the sobbing Ingrid while she told her story.
"There's no reason to cry or be ashamed. You did what you had to in order to
survive. Let's agree here and now that we will do whatever it takes to live. You
do want to live, don't you?" said Briana.
"Yes, but how do we get away? We're Deutscher Madel and snipers. They'll
torture and execute us for certain," said Ingrid.
"The lady who gave us these clothes said that if we became officer's whores,
we might survive. Let's look for a chance to pair with an officer. In the
meantime, we'll tell everyone that we are students not Deutscher Madel," said
Briana.
"And if they want to rape us again?" said Ingrid.
" Just as you pretended to enjoy the rapes to keep the woman's children alive,
let's use our sex to keep us alive. You're very beautiful, Ingrid, some Russian
general will fall in love with you. He will protect you. I will try to do the
same."
"I'm not a pretty as you. But you're right, let's use the only weapon we have
left to live."
"You mean the weapon between our legs?" asked Briana.
"Well, they also like us to put their cocks in our mouths, so I guess we have
two weapons, oh, and we also have our butt holes. They seem to love putting
their Communists dicks inside there," laughed Ingrid through her tears.
The two girls laughed for a second. They then sat and exchanged information
about what they had learned about having sex.
Two days passed without much happening. Women were taken out of the cell and
interrogated. Some did not return. Others returned with stories of being gang
raped and tortured. They lifted their dresses to show cigarette burn marks on
their breasts or the stripes and welts left by the Cossack's whips. .
"They let a machine gun platoon of Mongolians rape me. It went on for hours.
They were like wild animals. They chewed on me," announced a woman as she
staggered back into the cell with a look of absolute horror and degradation on
her face. She only made it a few steps before she collapsed. Briana and Ingrid
caught her before she fell. They took her to a cot. When they removed her dress
to wash her, they saw teeth marks covering her breasts and circling her clitoris
and vagina. Someone had bitten a chunk of flesh out of her thigh.
Food was scare. One day Ingrid disappeared for a while then returned and
handed Briana a piece of coarse bread.
"Where did you get this?" asked Briana biting into the bread.
"When I went to pee, a soldier showed up and offered it if I would suck his
cock through the bars," said Ingrid.
"Good, I will buy it next time," said Briana.
"They want anyone who speaks Russian to come forward," announced one of the
women. It was past dark on the third day.
"Do you think we should admit that we can speak Russian?" asked Ingrid.
"Why not? There's nothing to do here but wait to be interrogated. They need us
to translate for them. If we make ourselves useful, they may not interrogate us.
Let's go."
Ingrid and Briana were the only two women who admitted to speaking Russian.
The young Lieutenant seemed very pleased that Briana and Ingrid spoke his
language. He asked them several questions in Russian to prove their fluency. The
questions were of a sexual nature.
"How many Russian soldiers have fucked you?" asked the Lieutenant.
"Twenty, I think," answered Ingrid.
"Eight," answered Briana after thinking a minute.
"And do the two of you like to suck Russian cock?"
"Yes," both girls replied.
"And you wouldn't mind it happening some more?"
"No, we would enjoy it," responded Briana.
"Filthy Nazi whores," commented the Lieutenant looking at the girls with
distaste.
Briana hopes fell as she heard that remark.
"But Russian speaking whores are what our officers want; so you'll do.
Corporal, release these two."
The Lieutenant and Corporal walked the girls away from the cell but halted
when they came to a dark hallway.
"Corporal, we should make use these German whores are willing to suck a
Russian's cock, said the Lieutenant stopping in front of a small dark room.
"Yes, Lieutenant, they could be lying and the general would not be happy,"
said the Corporal reaching down with one hand to unbutton his trousers.
"In there," ordered the Lieutenant guiding Ingrid and Briana through the door.
"Show me," said the Corporal pushing Ingrid to her knees. "Pretend it's a
German sausage."
Briana fell to her knees.
"Allow me," said Briana placing her hands on the Lieutenant's crotch and
starting to unbutton his fly.
"My little whore's so anxious to suck my dick, she's unbuttoning me herself,"
said the Lieutenant.
"This one has a warm and soft mouth and she uses her tongue well," said the
Corporal.
Briana placed one hand around the cock and cover the head with her mouth. She
tried to recall what the two women had taught her that night in the bunker. She
passed her tongue over the soft spongy head of his cock and then took his cock
deeper into his mouth using her tongue to massage its surface.
"Suck it, Nazi slut, suck it well and you may not wind up hanging by your
neck," said the Corporal.
"Lick my balls," commanded the Lieutenant raising his cock to allow Briana to
lick and suck his scrotum.
"Swallow my cum, German whore," said the Corporal his rapid breath signaling
that his orgasm was near.
"Yes, I'll give you a bellyful of spunk," said the Lieutenant holding Briana's
head firmly in his hands as he spewed his semen into her warm mouth.
"Now lick it clean," said the Corporal.
Moments later, Ingrid and Briana had resumed their walk to a different area of
Spandau.
They left the prison part of the ancient fortress and went to the officer's
quarters. The Lieutenant refused to speak to them or answer any questions.
They were ushered into a small dining room where a group of Russians officers
and several women were drinking and listening to music. The Lieutenant and
Corporal saluted the Captain that met them at the door.
"Captain Vasilevitch, these two Germans speak good Russian," said the
Lieutenant.
"Who cares what language they speak. Do they like to fuck?" roared the Captain
who was already drunk.
"They said they were willing," said the Lieutenant.
"And you didn't try them before you brought them here?" said the Captain.
"They're pretty. I would have." The Captain looked closely at Briana and Ingrid.
"They're also very young. Let me see your legs, Fraulein."
"What," said Ingrid not understanding?
"Raise your skirts," said the Captain impatiently.
Briana and Ingrid reached down grabbed the hem of their skirts and pulled them
up.
"Higher," said the Captain.
Both girls pulled their skirts up as far as they could. The Captain stepped
forward and put his hands on the elastic bands of the girl's panties.
"Did you check their pussies?" said the Captain sliding his hand down the
front of the girl's panty through the soft curls of their pubic region and onto
their sex. Briana felt a finger pass into the area between their labia. Briana
released a long breath when she felt the finger pressing on her sex.
"You feel very warm, Frauleins. Did the Lieutenant and Corporal fuck you?"
asked the Captain rubbing both girls' sex.
"No, Captain," they both replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Captain," was their joint reply.
Briana and Ingrid were breathing heavily and becoming moist between their legs
as the Captain rubbed their slit.
"These girls are whores, Lieutenant. Look at how they are pressing themselves
against my hand, pretty little German whores. Are you sure you didn't fuck
them?" said the Captain.
"We did do something," admitted the Lieutenant.
"And what was that?" said the Captain.
"They sucked out cocks," said the Lieutenant.
"Were they good at it?" asked the Captain.
"Yes, Captain," said the Lieutenant.
At that moment, the strange scene at the door was interrupted by the arrival
of a tall Colonel.
"Bring them over, the General wants to see them," said the Colonel. "You can't
stand here finger fucking them."
The Colonel without another word put his arm around Ingrid and Brian and
conducted them to the round table where everyone was seated. The girls pushed
their skirts down as they approached the table.
A gramophone was playing Russian music. An officer was singing a sad song
about his girl back in Minsk. Empty and full vodka bottles were scatted over the
table. There was also bread. Briana smelled the bread and realized how little
she had eaten since she arrived at Spandau.
There were two Russian female soldiers and four German girls seated at the
table. All the women were partially undressed. The German girls had allowed
their blouses to be unbuttoned and soldiers were kissing and fondling their
breasts. There were more men than women.
"Sit beside the General," ordered the Colonel as they reached the table.
Briana sat on the General's right and Ingrid on the left.
"Lieutenant General Dimitri Orlov," announced the General as he kissed both
girls' hands.
"I'm Briana and this is Ingrid," replied Briana in Russian.
The General handed both girls a large glass of vodka.
"Thank you," replied Briana and Ingrid.
"You speak Russian?" said the General.
It seemed an odd question since they had assumed it was the reason they were
there.
"Yes, my friend Ingrid and I learned in school. They told us they needed people
who speak German and Russian. Is there something for us to translate?"
"How old are you?" said the General ignoring Briana's question.
"Fifteen."
"What's your name again?"
"Briana."
"That's not a German name."
"It's Italian. I was born in Rome. My father was assigned to the German
Embassy."
Briana felt the General's hand on her knee. She felt her skirt being raised
until the General's hand rested on her bare skin. She kept still as it traveled
up to her thigh and rested there.
"You are very beautiful, the prettiest girl I've seen since I got to Berlin,"
said the General to Briana.
"Thank you but my friend Ingrid is much prettier than me."
"Your friend is very attractive, maybe the second prettiest girl in Berlin but
there is no doubt that you are more beautiful. And you look so stylish and grown
up."
"A lady gave us these clothes. They were her daughters. Ours were dirty."
"Are you a virgin, Briana?" asked the General.
"No," laughed Briana. "I doubt there are many virgins left in Berlin."
"Good, How about you friend Ingrid?"
"No, we are both experienced," replied Briana.
"Then you won't mind when I make love to you," said the General as he placed
his arms around her shoulders and kissed her. The fact that the General had his
arm around her did not stop the Colonel on Briana's other side from placing his
hand on her other thigh. Brian could tell from Ingrid's face that she too was
being felt up under the table. Ingrid was talking with the Colonel seated on her
other side. Briana recalled that Ingrid was very interested in politics and
geography. Ingrid was also very knowledgeable about the tenets of National
Socialism. Briana could only hope that Ingrid did not start quoting from Mein
Kampf.
The officers and girls drank and sang. There was a thick cloud of cigarette
smoke hanging over the table. A gramophone was playing Russian music. The
General encouraged Briana and Ingrid to sing along with them. Both girls sang as
hands moved up and down their thighs and fingers worked their way inside their
panties to feel their sex. Ingrid didn't object as her Colonel unbuttoned her
dress to expose her breasts.
At one point in the evening, Briana and the General were kissing passionately
while he maneuvered one hand inside her dress to fondle her breast. The General
stopped and unbuttoned Briana's dress then pulled the top down. He slipped the
camisole straps off her shoulders and exposed her breasts. He applied his mouth
to her nipples and Briana responded by kissing the General and stroking his
cock. Her young tits attracted the lustful stares of the drunken officers.
Briana wondered if she and Ingrid were going to be gang raped right there on the
table. The party got wilder as the drinking continued.
A very drunk German girl and an equally drunk officer climbed up on the table
and began to dance. The girl was only wearing her skirt. The Russian reached
down and lifted her skirt exposing her sex. You could see the dark patch of hair
as she danced with the Russian.
"What did you do during the war?" asked the General.
"I was a student," replied Briana thinking it was not exactly a lie.
"You remind me of my wife. She is fair."
"Where is she?"
"Misha, she's in Moscow with our children."
Being married did not stop the General from moving his hand up to where it
touched Briana's sex through the thin silk material of her panties. She began to
feel warm and wet between her legs as the General slipped his fingers along her
clitoris. The General seemed pleased with how her sex was responding to his
touch.
"Rape's all right for the Cossacks but I prefer my women to be agreeable. Are
you agreeable, Briana?" asked the General.
"Yes, Dimitri, I want you to make love to me," responded Briana who emphasized
the correctness of her response by slipping her hand between the General's legs
and massaging his cock.
After a while, the General made Briana stand up so she could remove her
panties. She ignored the stares of the others as the General held her skirt up
as she slid her panties down and off. She stuffed them in a pocket of her dress.
When she sat back down, the General rubbed his fingers between her legs as
everyone watched. Briana found herself pushing her clitoris against the
General's hand to increase the pressure. She felt herself growing wetter as she
experienced the friction of his fingers. He slipped a finger inside her vagina.
Briana contracted her muscles to squeeze his fingers.
"Eager little thing, I've always heard rumors about the wantonness of the
women of Berlin but until now I just thought they were wild stories," said the
General.
He kissed her and she found herself returning his kisses. Briana saw that
Ingrid was also kissing the Colonel who had almost completely undressed her
The party went on for several more hours. Briana drank enough vodka to feel
dizzy. Ingrid and the Colonel whose name was Ivanov engaged in a long drunken
conversation about who would emerge the dominant power after the war, the United
States or the Soviet Union. The Colonel had taught history at a university in
Leningrad before the war.
There were some couches on the side of the room. Officers began to take the
German girls over to the couches and have sex with them. One of the older girls
was very loud and expressive when she was laid out onto the couch and an officer
began to fuck her dog style while everyone watched. She was literally screaming
'Da' each time the officer thrust himself in her. The officers thought this was
funny and loud laughter echoed through the room.
"I'll shut her up," announced another officer as he staggered over and pushed
his cock between her lips. She did quit yelling 'Da' but changed to loud moans
and squeals.
Briana figured that Ingrid's and her turn on the couch would eventually come
but the General was content to watch and he refused to let one of the officers
take Briana or Ingrid to the couch.
Somewhere during the evening, Ingrid's Colonel announced he was going to bed.
He pulled Ingrid up from her chair. She was clad only in her panties and they
were pushed down to her knees. Ingrid grabbed her clothes and pulled her panties
up so she could walk. Ingrid wrapped her arm around the Colonel. Two other
officers followed along.
"We're coming with you," announced one the two officers who placed Ingrid's
other arm around his neck. He grabbed one of Ingrid breasts in his hand and
squeezed it. Ingrid turned her face and kissed the officer.
"The more the merrier," said a drunken Ingrid.
"She has three holes, so you will need a third," said the third officer
staggering behind the trio as they headed for the door.
The remaining officers made a number of laughing comments about sharing the
spoils of war. They also laughed about how a Berlin girl was only happy when she
had a cock in every hole. Ingrid took one look back at Briana as she reached the
exit. Briana sensed that Ingrid was resigned to her fate. In a few moments,
Ingrid would have all three cocks inside her. Briana was confident that Ingrid
had enough presence of mind to pretend that she was enjoying what the officers
were doing and make them want to keep her for themselves. Briana turned her
attention back to the General. She kissed him passionately and began to stroke
his cock under the table. She moaned when she felt his hand clutch her breast.
Other officers left taking women with them. The two Russian female soldiers
offered to have sex with anyone who lacked a German girl. Several of the
officers left with them. The party had dwindled down to only a few hard drinking
souls who were too drunk to leave.
Finally, the General got unsteadily to his feet pulling Briana up with him.
Briana grabbed her clothes as they left.
"Help me to my quarters, your sleeping there tonight," was all he said as they
left.
He leaned heavily on her as they staggered back to his quarters. The General
passed out as soon as they got to his room. He fell across the bed and started
snoring loudly.
After a struggle, Briana managed to get his boots off. She removed his uniform
trousers and blouse. After a good deal of pushing and pulling, she was able to
get him properly aligned with the bed and under the covers. Briana recalled the
times she had helped her mother undress and get her father in bed when he had
been out drinking.
Having finished putting the General to bed, Briana was uncertain what to do
next. It seemed pointless to try to get back to the large cell where she had
been held. She wasn't quite sure of her directions and wondering around in the
fortress late at night was unwise. Briana hadn't slept in a real bed in weeks.
There was plenty of room beside the General. Briana carefully folded her dress
and the rest of her clothes and climbed into the bed naked. Within minutes, she
fell asleep.
Sometime before dawn, Briana felt the General ease his body on top of hers. He
lowered his mouth to her breasts and spent some time kissing her nipples. The
General's mouth on her sensitive breasts combined with his hand rubbing her
clitoris aroused Briana to the state that her body demanded copulation. She felt
a hot itch between her legs and she knew it could only be satisfied when the
General's member penetrated her vagina.
"Please, put your cock inside my vagina. I need you, Dimitri," moaned Briana
in Russian.
"You are eager for one so young," replied the General.
Briana felt an almost desperate desire to get the General inside her. Briana
spread her legs wide and moved her sex against his hardening cock. When he
raised himself off her, she reached down and guided his cock into her vagina.
"Here, let me," whispered Briana. "I need you, Dimitri."
She gasped with pleasure as it slowly entered her. She found herself raising
her body to meet his downward thrusts. By locking her ankles around his
buttocks, she was able to pull him into her each time he moved his cock forward.
Briana relaxed as she took pleasure in the sex act. She expressed her pleasure
by loudly moaning each time the General's cock thrust inside her. As time
passed, her desire grew. It expanded and took over her being.
"I want to be fucked, fucked hard, fucked deep, take me, use me, make me your
whore," chanted Briana as her desires seized her being and became her master.
She fucked the General with a sense of desperation. She twisted her body to
grind her clitoris against his pubic mound each time it came in contact with
her. Briana felt herself driven by a profound yearning to have the General's
penis reach inside to her deepest point, the very core of her being. Her arms
held the General and one hand embraced the back of his head as her tongue
invaded his mouth and she felt his warm saliva mix with hers.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Briana repeated over and over again in Russian.
Finally, the General climaxed and rolled off her. His body had shuddered
several times as he released semen into her vagina. He fell back asleep almost
immediately. Briana felt her opening. She wet her fingers in the semen that was
dripping out of her hole. She massaged her clitoris with her wet fingers until
she too climaxed. Briana positioned herself to where she was in the arms of the
sleeping officer. Within minutes, she was asleep.
