Chapter 56 - Yalta
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This is the sixth 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 taken to Stalin's dacha at Yalta to vacation
with Marshall Zhukov. After nights of drunken sexual orgies, they spend their
days lying in the sun.
Ten days later, the three girls were sunbathing naked around the swimming pool
of what was once the summer palace of the Czar. Years before, Stalin had quietly
restored the palace to its former luxury. Outside of the missing portraits of
the Romanov's the Yalta palace was in the identical condition when Czar Nicholas
II and the royal family spent several weeks there each summer. Briana noted that
Stalin had removed all the portraits of the Czars except that of Peter The
Great.
The Yalta Palace had been the recent site of a conference of the Allied
leaders where they made important decisions regarding the post war world. Briana
was reminded of her father's large estate in the Ruhr. Although their palace was
much less grand than that of the Czar, it was still a large castle with a formal
garden, hundreds of acres, and many servants. Briana had lived a very luxurious
life before her idealism drove her to commit to being a baby factory for the
Third Reich. Once she was selected for the special Deutscher Madel School, she
lived an austere existence of military drills, books, and studies.
Briana and Ingrid's hair had turned to golden blonde in the warm Crimean sun.
There bodies had tanned and they had become rested from the ordeals of the
previous weeks.
"Our pussy hair is shades lighter. Yours is almost white," commented Ingrid.
The palace overlooked a small private beach where the girls had just enjoyed a
luncheon picnic that ended with the three of them having oral sex with the
Marshall. The girls had laughingly attacked the old soldier forcing him to lie
still while they sucked his cock. The sensation of three tongues licking the
sides of his penis resulted in the Marshall ejaculating several inches in the
air.
"I haven't shot that far since I was a boy. You three are positively wicked.
These have been good times," announced the Marshall as a servant was collecting
the luncheon dishes and uneaten food, "I'm going to divorce my wife and marry
the three of you."
"Just let us come live with you and Katja. We can be her daughters," laughed
Briana.
"I don't think Katja would approve, wives aren't fond of accepting daughters
into their marriage bed," responded the Field Marshall. "And now I must leave
for the afternoon. I'll be back by dark. Let's plan a quiet evening for just the
three of us. I don't think I can take another night of watching the three of you
screw my old comrades in arms."
"You said we were good for their morale," said Ingrid putting her around the
Marshall and kissing his cheek.
"Everyone thought it was very funny, especially when we made love to the fat
nurse," said Natasha.
"She was nice but perhaps a little overweight," said Briana. Briana was
referring to one of the hospital nurses that worked at the large military
hospital nearby. The hospital was reserved for convalescing senior officers.
Nurses often accompanied some of the recovering soldiers to Stalin's dacha for
the parties thrown by the Field Marshall.
At last night's party, one of the nurse's had gotten very drunk and engaged in
a lesbian sex with the three girls. The lesbian sex was a prelude to an orgy
that lasted all night.
"Nurse Sonja arrived with every intention of keeping her clothes on," said
Marshall Zhukov.
"She probably shouldn't have drunk an entire bottle of vodka," said Ingrid.
"I thought I would die from laughing when she stood in the middle of the room
and took all her clothes off and danced with you three," said the Field
Marshall.
"In spite of what she said about having never been with another woman, she
certainly didn't hesitate to eat my pussy," said Natasha.
"Did you enjoy watching us?' laughed Briana addressing the Field Marshall.
"It was most enjoyable to see Comrade Nurse feasting on you three. She was
like a starving woman as a buffet," said the Field Marshall.
"Her tongue was huge, like a cow's tongue,' said Ingrid.
"Ingrid, Nurse Sonja was big boned and slightly overweight," corrected Briana.
"Slightly overweight, you inherited a gift for diplomacy from your father,
Briana. Comrade Nurse weighed more than the three of you put together. Her
breasts were bigger than your head," responded the Marshall.
"I thought I was going to smother when I was eating her pussy. She secreted
so much juice; you could have filled a glass. When Briana stuck her arm inside
her pussy, she orgasmed and peed all over Briana," said Natasha. "How did that
feel, Briana?"
"Very strange, I imagine that Nurse Sonja is sore today," said Briana.
"Besides, you were the one that put your fist inside her butthole. The poor
woman won't shit for a week."
"She squealed like a pig when you girls put your fists inside her," laughed
the Field Marshall.
"But that did not discourage her from lying in the middle of the floor and
inviting every man there to fuck her," said Natasha.
Afterward the picnic lunch on the breach, the Marshall had left to visit
General Chubilov, a close friend who had been badly wounded in the siege of
Berlin. The Marshall had received word that the General was failing and would
only last a few more hours.
It had been nights of parties and orgies as the Marshall entertained old army
comrades who were recuperating at the large military hospital located in the
nearby city of Yalta. Many of the soldiers were missing limbs and were still
convalescing. It was easy to see why Marshall Zhukov was one of those rare
commanders who commanded the intense loyalty of the men under his command. He
arranged for sumptuous parties of all the wounded senior officers who were able
to attend. Vodka, fine food and the company of beautiful girls were provided.
Red Army female soldiers, hospital nurses, and the occasional local Ukrainian
beauty joined the three girls. They would all wind up naked in the former throne
room of the Czar having sex in every position with multiple partners. The orgies
usually did not end until dawn. Natasha, Ingrid, and Briana then spent the day
sleeping by the pool and going for the occasional swim to cool off.
"It's hard to imagine Czar Nicholas II and his family swam here," said Briana.
"They say the evil Monk Rasputin visited the palace one summer. While he was
here, he seduced the Czarina and her daughters. He took the four girls into the
green house and deflowered each one. The Czarina was completely under his
control. She held the girl's head in her lap as he raised their skirts and
removed their underclothes. She even unbuttoned their dresses so he could suck
their nipples as he entered them," said Natasha.
"I've never heard that before," said Ingrid reaching down to rub her sex. "I
would have loved to fuck Rasputin."
"His cock was huge and it never lost its erection. It's size caused the four
girls to bleed, especially Anastasia the youngest. After each of her four
daughters was deflowered the Czarina cleaned his cock with her mouth and allowed
him to fuck her in the asshole. During his visit, she and her daughters gave
themselves each day to the Monk Rasputin and to some of his friends. They had
drunken orgies in the chapel where the Czar worshiped. Rasputin would perform
the mass dressed in a black robe with nothing underneath. One by one the
Czarina, her daughters and several of her ladies-in-waiting would step forward
and take Rasputin's cock in their mouth and suck it. Later after he had blessed
and pissed on some consecrated wafers and given them Holy Communion, they would
kiss his naked ass and stick their tongue in it," said Natasha.
"I stuck my tongue in several assholes last night," said Ingrid. "And several
tongues and cocks found their way into my bottom."
The previous evening, Ingrid, Briana, and Natasha had each been involved in
group sex where they found their mouth, vagina, and rectum all penetrated at the
same time with Red Army cock. The girls had energetically fucked anyone who
asked. Briana recalled the times she had sex with men missing arms or legs.
Briana had been surprised that she found the horrible wounds suffered by
Colonel General Dimitri Kornilov erotic and she had made passionate love to his
horribly burned body. General Kornilov had been injured when his T-34 had
encountered a King Tiger. His face was badly disfigured and most of his fingers
were burnt off. His back and chest were covered with scar tissue.
At dinner, the General had requested that he be allowed to dine separately
knowing that his appearance caused others to loose their appetite. But Briana
insisted that he sit beside her. Briana sat beside him during dinner and helped
him eat. Afterwards, she led the General off to a nearby bedroom where she
undressed him.
She began by making love to every part of his body passing her tongue over
every inch of scar tissue. She put the brunt stumps of his fingers in her mouth
and sucked them. She rubbed her breasts across the ravaged flesh of his back and
chest. She placed passionate kisses on his ruined face using her tongue and lips
to caress the twisted flesh of his nose and the socket of his missing eye.
She carefully straddled General Kornilov and lowered her pussy on to his now
erect penis. Then she fucked him to a climax. She stayed with him several hours
making love several times before rejoining the party. Marshall Zhukov later
thanked her by giving Briana an emerald necklace.
"Very few girls of your age or any age would have been able to face let alone
have sex with General Kornilov. I salute you, Briana. You are exceptional," said
the Field Marshall as he fixed the necklace around Briana's neck.
Some officers were too injured to participate other than to lie there while
the girls sucked them hard them climbed on top and rode their dicks until they
climaxed. At first Natasha was hesitant, but then she slowly began to follow the
girls example and joined in. She became a willing participant who almost
overnight changed from a passive to a highly active sexual player. She also
showed a great willingness to engage in lesbian sex with the two girls or other
females in attendance.
"You two have brought Natasha out of her shell. You know she was a virgin when
she was raped, it made her shy and passive with men, I thank you for that," said
the Field Marshall.
Briana was asleep in the warm afternoon sun when a shadow over her caught her
eye. She looked up. The Colonel General who captured her in the Chancellery
above Hitler's bunker and another even larger man in a dark civilian suit were
looking down at her. The man in the suit was tall and powerful looking. In spite
of the well-cut suit, he had the rough features of a peasant.
"I recognize her. She's definitely the one. Their Aryan features are obvious
and should have been recognized by Comrade Zhukov. Her friend is one also," said
the General to the man in the suit as he pointed toward Ingrid.
"Who are you? These young ladies and I are part of Field Marshall Zhukov's
personal staff. The Marshall will be furious that you have come into his
residence uninvited," yelled Natasha as she stepped forward to place herself
between the two men and the girls. Briana and Ingrid quickly stood up. She saw
that there were numerous men dressed in the uniform of the NKVD moving through
the palace. There were a good dozen men behind the Colonel General and the other
man. They were looking at the three naked girls with considerable interest. The
realization that she was going to be raped occurred to Briana.
"I am Comrade Deputy Prime Minister, Lavrenti Beria. I'm responsible for the
internal security of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic. You are the Jew
whore, Natasha Oboiskia. Your father was a traitor and enemy of the state who
would have been executed if he had not been first captured and shot by the
Nazis," said Beria.
"That's a fucking lie," screamed Natasha as she threw herself on Beria. She
ineffectively flailed his broad chest with her fists. He easily grabbed her and
turned her around as his giant hands closed like claws around her breasts and
squeezed. Natasha let out a scream of animal pain as the powerful hands mashed
her tits flat. Soldiers in NKVD uniforms rushed forward to grab the struggling
girl and pull her away from their leader.
"Captain Roskolnokov, take the Jew whore over there and punish her for
attacking the Deputy Prime Minister," said the Colonel General pointing to a
nearby trellis of the large garden that adjoined the pool. In a matter of
seconds, they had bound Natasha with ropes by her wrists to an overhead
crossbeam. Her toes barely scraped the ground. Her nude body was fully
stretched. Briana sensed that the soldiers were hoping the Deputy Minister would
give them permission to rape the three girls.
"How many strokes, Comrade Deputy," asked the Captain?
"Shall we say a hundred on each side? Be sure they concentrate on places the
Jewess will not soon forget."
"And those two?" said the Captain referring to Ingrid and Briana.
"Twenty five on each side to start then have your men spread their legs and
give them ten on their sex. Let's them see what happens to war criminals that
attempt to avoid Soviet justice by offering themselves as whores.
Briana and Ingrid found themselves hung up by their wrists to the trellis. The
soldier felt their breasts and sex after they were restrained. Briana's toes
barely rested on the lawn. There was considerable pain in her arms that were
stretched overhead.
Briana and Ingrid watched in disbelief as two stocky soldiers shed their
uniform shirts, limbered up long evil looking whips and positioned themselves at
Natasha's front and back. Briana looked around and saw that several of the
soldiers were already showing a large lump in their trousers. They were rubbing
their crotch in anticipation of what was going to happen after the three girls
were whipped.
Briana and Ingrid were far more beautiful than the women that usually fell
into the hands of the NKVD. Briana knew enough about the NKVD to understand that
the men surrounding her were fanatical communists and were recruited from the
most brutal and savage of Soviet citizens. Many like Stalin and Beria were
Georgians not Russians. Georgia was known as a savage, uncivilized part of the
world where rape, torture, banditry, and murder were still commonly practiced.
"Begin with her," said the Captain. "Let her fellow whores watch how we treat
a Russian Jew whose father was a traitor. If she passes out, revive her, I don't
want her to miss a single blow."
The Captain signaled the two half naked men to proceed. They landed their
whips simultaneously on both sides of Natasha. The crack of the whips was
followed by a shriek of agony torn from Natasha's lips. Briana and Ingrid
watched in horror as Natasha twisted and writhed in pain as the whips landed.
Several times Natasha passed out from the pain only to be revived by a
drenching from a bucket of cold water.
"Captain, begin with the other two. Sergeant Timoshenko, Corporal Deniester,
that one was a sniper that killed over a hundred Red Army soldiers. I suggest
you make her pay accordingly," said the Colonel General pointing out Briana to
the two soldiers who had shed their uniform shirts and were limbering up their
whip arms.
Briana screamed as soon as the whips landed on her bare flesh. She heard
Ingrid scream at almost the same time. The whips tore at her breasts and sex. It
was more pain than she ever recalled experiencing. Each time the whips landed it
was like the very first time. The pain did not dull or fade. After a while she
felt someone grab her ankles and separate her legs.
My God they are going to whip my pussy realized Briana right before a whip
passed along her entire sex turning the flesh from her clitoris to her anus into
a strip of fiery pain. At some point, she passed out and was revived with a
bucket of icy water. She came awake sputtering. The scourging of her sex
continued.
"Are you ready to fuck some more Red Army soldiers?' said the Captain stepping
up to Briana and cruelly jamming his fingers into her suffering vagina.
"Don't. Please don't. I'm hurting terribly," pleaded Briana. Briana could
still hear Natasha screaming as her whipping continued.
"Go ahead, Sergeant Karloff, you and your men entertain yourselves with the
Field Marshall's German whores while I busy myself with other matters," said the
Colonel General walking back into the palace.
Almost immediately, Briana and Ingrid were untied and thrown back down onto
the same cushioned mats they had been sunbathing on. In a matter of seconds,
Briana's legs were pulled wide part and a soldier was between her legs working
his cock into her painfully whipped pussy. Briana's legs were pulled so far
apart that she though her hips would be dislocated. She could hear Ingrid
groaning as she too was spread and raped. In the background, the crack of two
whips was always followed by the loud screams of Natasha.
Briana grunted and moaned as the soldier forced himself into her. His coarse
rough hands twisted her nipples.
"Make the bitch shed tears, Alexi, she's a German and a Nazi youth. She needs
to pay for what the Fascists did to Mother Russia," said some soldier behind the
Alexi. The young soldier slammed his cock into Briana grinding his pubic bone
against her clitoris that was bright red from the whip. Briana screamed as his
rough pubic hair came in contact with her tortured sex.
Briana heard a loud slap and then heard Ingrid start to sob. Briana had no
idea how many times she was raped or how long it lasted. Men got on her, slid
their cocks in her pussy or ass, ejaculated, then climbed off so another could
take their place. By the position of the afternoon sun, Briana estimated it went
on for at least two hours. Briana's vagina and rectum were worn raw by the
whipping and repeated rapes.
Both girls were viciously slapped many times. At some point, they finished
whipping Natasha. Briana watched as they threw the bloody sobbing girl down on a
cushion and began raping her. The girls became inert as exhaustion set in.
"They're all fucked out. Let's liven them up," said someone.
Briana didn't resist as she was forced onto all fours. Her hands were tied
behind her back. Briana and the other two girls were positioned so that their
face was over the pool. Briana had no idea what their rapists were going to do.
All of a sudden someone pushed her head under the water. She struggled to bring
her head above water as she felt a large hand force itself inside her stretched
out cum soaked vagina. Briana started to panic as she ran out of air. The hand
was causing her intense pain as she struggled to breathe. When she sensed she
was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, the hand holding her head pulled her
out of the pool by her hair. Briana screamed for them to stop. But the idea was
to fist rape the girls while their head was held under water. They would be
allowed to breathe only seconds before they passed out and drowned.
The rape by water torture was repeated over and over again. One soldier
fucked her ass while another forced her head under water. Briana struggled with
all her strength but she was unable to raise her head until the hand clutching
her blonde curls yanked her face out of the water.
Briana could hear Ingrid and Natasha screaming for the water torture and rape
to stop. Finally it did. The three girls lay there sobbing as the solders
laughed at them while they smoked cigarettes. It was quiet for a moment. Briana
listened as two of the NKVD soldiers commented about what happened.
"Too bad we're not back in Moscow at the Lubyanka Prison. They hold the slut's
head down in a bucket of ice water from the Neva while you fuck their ass. It
makes it more interesting."
"How so?"
"They're crazy as a Siberian wolf after a couple of fucks. Remember Yaganov?
We did his daughter while Poppa Yaganov watched. Comrade Beria arranged it as a
demonstration of what happens when someone in a position of trust betrays Stalin
and the Soviet people. The little bitch was totally insane when it was over. I
was one of the five that fucked her. She was babbling like a mad woman when we
were done."
Briana lay there exhausted too tired and sore to move. Nearby, she could hear
Ingrid and Natasha crying. Moments later, Briana heard the voice of the Colonel
General.
"Captain Roskolnokov, get the two Nazis ready to travel. We're taking them
back to Berlin for execution."
Briana and Ingrid were pulled to their feet. Briana's crotch and ass burned
and it hurt to walk. She felt like her hip sockets had been dislocated.
"Go inside and dress, go with them Sergeant," said the Captain.
It took a superhuman effort but the two naked girls climbed the stairs to the
room they shared. As they hurriedly packed, Briana whispered to Ingrid.
"Put on a pretty dress, the yellow one and let's fix our hair and face."
"Why bother, they're just going to give us to the Poles to torture and hang,"
replied Ingrid her face stained with tears. Her eyes and cheeks were puffy from
being slapped.
"We're not hanged yet. We still have a chance to get out of this. We have only
one advantage and that's the fact that we have youth and beauty and these are
men. Let's make them see us as too desirable to execute."
"I don't think that Beria character cares what we look like," said Ingrid.
"I agree, but others will and who knows what may happen."
Two hours later, Ingrid and Briana were seated in the back of a plane flying
back to Berlin.
"Captain, what will happen to us?" asked Briana very politely. The two girls
had managed to pull themselves together. There was no opportunity to say goodbye
to Natasha. Briana's last memory was of Natasha lying by the pool. Whelps
covered almost her entire body. Any spot where a whip had landed over the top of
another, the skin was broken. Natasha's legs were spread so wide she looked as
if her hips had been dislocated. But she was breathing.
"Odd, you speak good Russian. I've met few Germans who know our language.
Where did you learn?" said the Captain.
"In school, we learned in school. Please tell us what will happen to us."
"I heard the Comrade Deputy say something about showing you two to Stalin. The
Comrade Deputy has no great love for Marshall Zhukov. Coddling war criminals is
a serious offence."
"We're not war criminals," responded Ingrid.
"Hitler Youth are considered war criminals by the USSR, especially ones who
served as soldiers. I understand you were trained as snipers."
"Yes, that's true but being snipers doesn't make us war criminals."
"I don't make the rules. Comrade Beria does," answered the Captain with an air
of finality.
When the plane landed, the girls were transported back to Spandau Prison. They
were shown to a small cell sometime after midnight. They were the cell's only
occupants. The Sergeant who had commanded the men who raped them by the pool
threw their suitcases in with them.
"The boss said I'm to take very good care of you two for the next couple of
days. I'll get some food," said the Sergeant.
"Why are they going to take very good care of us?" asked Ingrid as soon as the
Sergeant left.
"I suppose that comes under the general heading of coddling. Beria said that
the Field Marshall was coddling war criminals. If we look like hell, we don't
look coddled. However, we need to look as good as possible when they take us to
Stalin."
. The Sergeant soon returned with some bread and several cans of Spam. There was
also a bowl of watery stew. The food was a stark contrast to what the two had
been eating for the previous five days. He immediately made it clear that his
kindness was going to come with a price.
"Which one of you wants to get screwed this time?" asked the Sergeant.
"Let us both do you with our mouths," said Ingrid mindful that both of their
other holes had taken a beating that day.
"You two are a couple of real sluts. German whores really know how to get a
man off with your mouths," said the Sergeant as she unbuttoned his trousers and
let them drop.
The girls were exhausted but moved forward and knelt before the Sergeant.
"Bend over, I'll lick your ass," said Briana as she got behind the Sergeant.
The Sergeant obliged her by leaning slightly forward and reaching back to pull
his ass cheeks apart. Briana took a long slow swipe of her tongue across his
brown hole. It wasn't clean but Briana wasn't in a position to care. Ingrid
wrapped her fist around the Sergeant's shaft and took the head in her mouth and
began to gently suck it.
"I can see why Zhukov kept you two. That's right, Nazi whore. Eat the shit
out of my ass. They say you Fascists sluts used to fight over who got to eat the
turds out of Hitler's ass," said the Sergeant as he took a long deep breath.
"My name is Briana. I like sucking your asshole. Feel me stick my tongue in
your butt and wiggle it. Ingrid is the one with your cock in her mouth. What's
your name?" said Briana looking up as she tongue cleaned the Sergeant's ass. As
brutal and nasty as the Sergeant was, Briana felt that she could establish some
level of rapport with him that they might use to their advantage.
"Mikhail Rossovich Dennis," responded the Sergeant.
"Dennis does not sound Russian, Mikhail," said Briana.
"My mother married a Finn whose people were originally from Denmark. They were
traders. That's right; use your tongue to open my hole. When its wet, put your
finger inside," directed the Sergeant.
Briana carefully slipped a digit inside the Sergeant's anus. She located his
prostate and gave it a gentle nudge. Briana made a mental note to thank Elise if
she ever met her again for providing her the knowledge of how to massage a man's
prostate to make him reach a powerful orgasm. She remembered Elise and her
working open Major Betz's asshole with their fingers and tongues. Then Elise
taught her the location and feel of the Major's prostrate. The Major cooperated
by showing how a drop of precum appeared at the end of his pecker when the
walnut sized organ was massaged.
"Oh, that's great, you going to get a load in a minute, Inga," said the
Sergeant.
"It's Ingrid that's going to swallow your load," corrected Ingrid.
"Here it comes," said the Sergeant taking hold of Ingrid's head and pumping
his cock into her mouth. Briana stuck her tongue in the Sergeant's asshole and
wiggled it back and forth.
The Sergeant held Ingrid's mouth onto his pulsing cock as she drained the last
drop of semen out of his balls. The Sergeant collapsed onto one of the two beds
in the cell.
"Wow, I've got to hand it to Zhukov. He knows how to pick them," said the
Sergeant slowly recovering and getting to his feet.
"Mikhail, if we're going to take good care of you tomorrow, we'll need our
rest. If you see that we're left alone, we'll do anything you want," said Briana
putting her arm around the Sergeant's neck and kissing him.
"The Boss said he wanted you fresh," responded the Sergeant.
Briana and Ingrid listened as the Sergeant spoke to the jailers.
"Comrade Deputy Prime Minister Lavrenti Beria gave strict instructions that
the two German whores in Cell #1245 should not be disturbed. You are not to go
in there and fuck them tonight or anytime unless I say so."
"I just saw you getting your cock sucked by the two of them," replied one of
the jailers.
"Comrade, Look more closely at my uniform. I'm NKVD. We do what we want. If
you or any of the others, screw them, I'll have to tell the Comrade Deputy and
he will see that your balls are cut off and you eat them for lunch."
"All right, we'll let you look to them. There are plenty of other Nazi whores
here for us to fuck, Comrade Sergeant."
Briana and Ingrid spent five days in the cell. There were other women
prisoners in the cellblock. During the day, Criminal Poles would come and take
females out of adjoining cells. The interrogation chambers must have been
downstairs. Briana and Ingrid listened fearfully as horrible screams were heard
from below. Late in the day, half dead women were drug back to their cell.
Often, their thighs and legs would be covered in blood.
"What do the Poles do to them?" Briana asked one of the Sergeants standing
outside their cell after they watched a middle aged woman being taken away for
interrogation.
"They work inside their cunt with medical instruments. Sometimes they use a
heated iron to burn the lining of their vagina then they fuck them. I've watched
a couple of times and it's no fun at least for the whore. The Poles are scum
like you Germans. Who cares what they do to you," said the Sergeant.
Twice Poles stopped by their cell and inquired about the Briana and Ingrid.
One of the Poles once made the hand sign of a throat being coat as he looked at
the girls.
Sergeant Dennis took them out for a walk in the prison courtyard once in the
morning and afternoon. They had sex with him each time he delivered food. By the
end of the second day, the girls felt well enough to have vaginal intercourse
with the Sergeant. The next day, they encouraged the Sergeant to take them
anally.
The jailers having heard the name "Beria" stayed away for the most part. They
did come by to look at the girls when they squatted over the metal bucket they
used as a toilet. One of the guards would appear each morning, loosen his
trousers, exhibit his sizeable cock, and masturbate as he watched the girls.
Briana always made it a point to pee in the bucket as he masturbated. Ingrid
would stand close to the guard and speak to him.
"Don't you wish she was pissing in your mouth?" asked Ingrid.
"Yes," said the guard. "I'd swallow every drop."
"Does your wife let you piss in her mouth?"
"Sometimes if she's drunk enough vodka," said the guard.
If he hadn't ejaculated by the time Briana finished, Ingrid would squat over
the bucket holding her skirt up to expose her urethra and pee for the guard.
Briana would casually walk over to the bars and use her hands to jerk the guard
off.
"We're getting bored and horny," declared Briana one day after the guard had
left and she was wiping semen off her hand.
On the afternoon of the fifth day, the Sergeant announced that the girls were
being taken to Potsdam that afternoon.
"Potsdam, why Potsdam, Mikhail?" asked Ingrid.
"Big conference of the Allies at the Ceciluhoff Palace. Americans, Brits,
French are getting together with Stalin to divide up the world. The Conference
is almost over. Comrade Beria wants to show you to Stalin to demonstrate what
Zhukov's been up to."
"We need to bathe before we leave. We can't appear before Stalin looking like
this," said Briana.
"There's a shower room at the end of the corridor. I could arrange to take you
there," answered the Sergeant.
"Take us there. We can all three get naked and make love under the water,"
said Briana putting her arms around the Sergeant.
"All right, but I'm bringing a Comrade. He didn't get a piece of you two in
Yalta. He had to follow Comrade Beria from room to room looking for documents
that would incriminate the Marshall."
"That's fine. We'll fuck him also, but just the two of you. We need to look
fresh when we get to Potsdam."
Mikhail's comrade turned out to be a young soldier who grew up in the same
village as Mikhail. He had a large cock and the stamina of youth. Briana and
Ingrid screwed both of them as the warm shower cascaded down on their bodies as
they lay on the tile floor. At some point, they formed a chain so that both
their mouth and pussies were being pleasured. It was enjoyable and relaxing.
Briana began to once more take hope that somehow they would get through this
alive.
