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Chapter 1- Fall of the Blue Division
Their battle songs Polyushko-polye and Katyusha could be heard as several T-34s broke through the defenses. On the flanks, a couple of IS-2s and KV-2s used their supreme firepower to open the way for the smaller tanks. Several Katyusha rocket launchers could also be heard in the distance.
The battle was won. Commander Katyusha was pleased, overlooking the scene from her tank. "I'm a great strategist," she thought, "My surprise attack was a great success. The enemy is in retreat, and their eastern headquarter will fall. There is nothing they can do about it now."
And she was right. Her troops advanced on the enemy camp, surrounding it from all sides. Most enemy forces were pulling out, leaving heavy equipment behind and a couple of Verdejas burning with black smoke before the main entrance of one building. Fresh bullet holes and Spanish propaganda posters on its walls.
"That building is the main command post of the Blue Division, commander Katyusha." Nonna said, "It would be a great honor for us to conquer it."
"It would be a great honor for ME to hoist our flag atop that building." Katyusha could already see the photo of her raising the flag and imagine all
the medals she would get for this victory.
"But we need to be careful, commander. You cannot put yourself at risk" her second-in-command said, looking serious. "Always so worried, Nonna", Katyusha smiled. "I'm always careful". Nonna sighed, knowing that certainly was not always the case.
The soldiers had already cleared the main entrance as the girls entered the building. Katyusha between Nina and Alina, Nonna and Klara walking behind them, always on the lookout for danger.
They could hear shootings in the back of the building, fighting still going on. A couple of die-hard extremists refused to surrender, shooting and killing many of the attackers.
Katyusha knew her soldiers would probably kill these men even if they laid down their arms. The Blue Division was known for the many atrocities they had committed against her people, including rape and torture against civilians.
She looked at Nonna who walked beside her, gun in hand, making sure their path was safe. She looked so cool. The thought of enemy soldiers forcing themselves on the elegant dark-haired girl was sickening. No wonder her men wanted revenge.
Her thoughts were interrupted at the sight of three girls sneaking furtively across a hallway. They wore blue shirts and short green skirts, the female uniform of the Blue Division. After seeing Katyusha's party one of them shot two times with her handgun before they disappeared into a room. It wasn't even close.
"Damn bitch tried to kill me!" Katyusha was enraged. Nonna put her hand on the small girl's shoulder, trying to calm her commander down as so many times before.
"Commander, they are trapped in that room and I am pretty sure that was the only gun they had. An Astra modelo 400. They could hardly hide any more weapons like that in those skimpy uniforms."
Nina, Alina, and Klara were already standing in front of the room, their Tokarev guns out ready to attack as soon as Katyusha gave the order.
"We know you are in there. You are trapped. Our soldiers are taking over this building. Open up and throw that gun out. Then keep your hands where we can see them." Katyusha tried to sound as authoritative as she could.
At the same time, she signaled to Klara, Alina, and Nina. As soon as the door started to open they should attack the girl holding the gun and got it from her. They would take no chance if those girls tried to play.
And as soon as the door opened they sprung into action, Klara kicked the door open as Alina and Nina jumped the girl holding the gun, kicking her hand holding the Astra. The girl yelled in surprise and pain as she dropped the gun to the ground. Nina quickly kicked it out of the room. "Cleared!" she shouted.
Katyusha and Nonna followed. The room was a storage closet with supplies. There were bottles of red wine as well as cans with sardines and ham. Maybe the girls had planned to hold out in there until the troops had left again. Maybe they had even planned a sneak attack later at night.
Katyusha stepped into the room and closed the door. Three girls, one of them looking very angry and the two others mostly terrified. Nonna pointed her Tokarev at them telling them calmly to remain still.
Katyusha looked them over. They were rather tall girls, all wearing the same uniforms. The angry girl had long black hair and the elegance and posture of an officer. Katyusha couldn't help looking at her impressive chest. Her tits were nice and obviously in a bra: she could see the outline through the thin fabric of her blue shirt.
The second girl had curly shoulder-length reddish brown hair and a wickedly sexy set of lips. She was slender with nice long slender legs, and still, her boobs were quite big. She even tried to hug her arms over them to prevent Katyusha's stare.
The last of the girls was a cute very frightened-looking brunette. It was she who had lost her gun, and her arm was obviously in pain. She began
to sob as Katyusha went straight up to her and slapped her hard in the face. "That's for trying to shoot me, you bitch!"
The black-haired girl took a step towards her but Nonna told her to stop. Katyusha turned towards the angry girl.
"You are now our prisoners. Tell me your names and ranks?" She couldn't keep her eyes off the deep cleavage of the girl's blue shirt and the taller girl blushed. "And why do you have such skimpy uniforms? Are you the camp whores?"
"No! I'm El, a tank commander in the Blue Division. This is my driver Viridiana and my radio operator Tristana. According to the Geneva convention...ah!" Katyusha slapped the girl hard, silencing her. "Just answer my questions. Your tank, is it a Verdeja?"
"No, it's a Panzer II Ausf.F."
"I see a German tank. Interesting..."
Katyusha continued asking El questions, and her prisoner answered as well as she could and if she wasn't fast enough she got slapped. It wasn't much she had to say though.
After that was taken care of Katyusha gave her orders. "Nina and Alina, go out and guard this door. Nobody is allowed to enter."
"Nonna, you will have to take control of the fighting still going on and make sure the men are not making too many mistakes. Don't let them trash the place too much. And remember to fetch that Pravda camera team. For the pictures of me raising the flag on the roof."
"But commander is it safe for you...?"
"Yes, Nonna. Don't worry, I and Klara will take care of this. Now leave, you are needed out there!"
Nonna was usually the only one of the girls who could talk back to Katyusha. Sometimes she could even correct her without being yelled at much. But this time the petite girl looked very determined. Even Nonna would not be able to stop whatever Katyusha had in mind. Nonna glanced at Klara who shrugged, and then she turned and left, followed by Alina and Nina.
As the dark-haired girl left the room Katyusha sighed. Nonna was always so worried. It was like she still didn't trust her commander. But Katyusha also knew the tall girl cared for her and wanted to keep her safe. She was thankful, even though she was far too proud to admit it.
And Nonna was very much a decent girl. Not like herself. And not like Klara. Katyusha didn't want her around for what was to come next.
They could all hear the songs of victory out in the hallway now, the fighting seemed to be over and the soldiers were celebrating. They would surely drink all the Spanish wine they could find, Katyusha thought. She just hoped Nonna would be able to keep the situation under control. Klara closed the door, as Katyusha put her fingers to her lips.
"Cry and they'll hear you," she said. "And you'll be fresh meat for all those soldiers out there." Katyusha reached out and cupped one of the brunette's ample boobs in her hand.
"Be quiet, and you just have us," she continued, her heart raced. "Damn, these girls might do anything, anything at all, to avoid the dangers of a gang rape", she thought, licking her lips. She could see Klara was as excited as herself where she stood with her gun ready, snickering.
The angry black-haired girl finally looked frightened now as the words sunk in. She looked at the others and nodded slowly.
Anything?" Tristana asked. Her shorter hair was in a bob, and the bangs accentuated her high cheekbones. Katyusha nodded, making her face hard.
"Yes, anything," Katyusha told her. "My choice. Or it's just a free for all with all our soldiers out there? I wouldn't choose that alternative." Katyusha felt excited with the power she now had over the girls.
"Hell no, they're a dirty bunch. I would never let them touch me, that's damn sure." Klara laughed, enjoying the panic she saw in the eyes of their prisoners.
"Okay," Viridiana said. She had tears in her eyes, but her fear of the soldiers had overridden her fear of Katyusha and Klara. "Whatever you want."
Katyusha went to stand before Viridiana and slapped her again to get her full attention. Then she pulled the stunned girl close and kissed her, forcing her tongue between Viridiana's lips. She was not willing, but she did not fight back either. Instead, she kissed back, a wonderfully clumsy little kiss Katyusha thought.
"Now kiss her," Katyusha ordered as she finally broke the kiss, pointing at Tristana. "And make it good, or I start yelling for the others." Katyusha liked being manipulative and cruel. And she loved the feeling of power she had over those girls. The brunette leaned over and kissed the girl with the shorter reddish-brown hair. Tristana resisted for a moment, but then their mouths were opening. Both girls now had tears in their eyes, which both Katyusha and Klara found even more erotic.
"You girls gonna be good little bitches and give us a show," Katyusha said. "Put more effort into that kiss or you'll have to french kiss all the guys out there instead."
Klara got a nod from her commander and started to pull the black-haired girl over, settling down on the floor. She cupped one huge boob, then with both hands she gripped the blue shirt and ripped it apart sending buttons flying around the room.
El wanted to fight but was by now too afraid of the loud and rowdy men out there. She accepted the abuse while looking down in shame and with a blush spreading across her face.
Klara pulled and tugged the shirt, pulling it from El's shoulders and completely off. Tossing it aside, she grabbed at her bra on both sides, and yanked it brutally from the black-haired girl, breaking the shoulder straps and doing so.
Now they could all watch her big boobs, and both Katyusha and Klara gasped in awe. Her tits were nice: very big and with dark color around her nipples. Klara immediately started to rub one, making it get hard while El begged her to stop. "Stop, please not like that...no stop..."
Meanwhile, Katyusha turned to the kissing girls. "Start touching, you two," she ordered the pair. "Make it good, or I get the soldiers." The girls started touching one another outside their blue shirts, but very hesitantly. "Damn it!" she said. "Get some action going. Get those tits out and start licking them. Or I'll just get my soldiers and they'll strip you real fast."
Tristana and Viridiana finally started to touch each other's breasts for real, and by now they were crying. Both were blushing and closing their eyes in embarrassment as they opened up their shirts and pulled up their bras.
While she was watching the two girls undressing Klara slid her hand up the thigh of the black-haired girl, up under her green skirt between her legs.
"Spread 'em," she told her and El slowly did. Klara then started to grope her little pussy through her panties. She was by now very eager and pulled her face close and kissed El, very aggressively and wet.
El obediently cooperated, even as Klara pushed her panties aside and found her hairy little twat and began forcing her way into that as well, invading that private place. El moaned in pain but didn't try to stop the violent assault. Instead, she cried softly and trembled against her attacker. The dominant commander was not used to being this powerless. But her revulsion and fear were just egging Klara on.
Klara pushed deeper into her, harder now, and her kisses became almost frantic. She wanted to rape this girl, to humiliate this enemy commander while the other girls were watching.
El was sobbing now, from both pain and humiliation and Klara began to lick her tears, enjoying the salty taste. "Ah, the taste of a scared little girl", she whispered as she mauled her clit, producing even more moans and tears from her victim.
Klara then pulled her fingers out of the cunt and forced her skirt and panties down her legs, exposing her privates. The other two girls were by now watching in horror. The black-haired girl was crying hysterically now, but Klara didn't care. She roughly felt her cunt, moving further between her legs to grope her ass as well. Then she turned her around, sliding her hand down to her ass again, and forcing three fingers up into her tiny anus. El was moaning and writhing, and her cries of pain were sweet music for Klara who loved raping the girl with her fingers.
Katyusha was watching Klara raping the enemy commander. She was putting on a show, and Katyusha loved it. And Tristana was still groping Viridiana's breasts as they were frenching each other in earnest. Katyusha loved the humiliation they were putting those girls through. Her pussy was very wet by now and desperately needed attention. "You redhead, come here!" she called for Tristana.
Katyusha quickly grabbed her arm and pulled the girl down on her back. Tristana knew better than to resist as the petite girl pinned her arms down with her knees and shoved her crotch in her face. She quickly unzipped her uniform pants and pulled her panties to the side.
Katyusha bent down and grabbed a lock of Tristana's reddish-brown hair. "Lick my pussy!" she moaned, already very excited.
Tristana was in tears as she licked Katyusha's pussy in front of the others. Moaning and groaning in pleasure, Katyusha forced her to lick her until she squirted all over Tristana's face. "Oh yeah! This is nice, love it!" she screamed.
Out in the corridor, the soldiers were celebrating. Between their songs, the girls could hear Nonna's voice as she gave orders. Nina and Alina were also talking to some men just outside the door.
Katyusha was in heaven. She had never had an orgasm that intensive before. Now she got back on her feet, and rearranged her uniform, pulling the hapless girl up. Tristan and Veridiania still had their skimpy uniforms on, but they were now disheveled. Their shirts were completely unbuttoned and their breasts could be seen by everyone.
Katyusha smiled at them, and it wasn't a nice smile. "Fuck 'em. They can fend for themselves", she decided. And just like that she got up and opened the door.
"Fresh pussy in here," she yelled down the hall. "Come and get it!" Then she turned, ignoring the horrified gazes from the three girls. She grabbed Tristana and forced her to her feet, pushing her towards the opened door.
Soldiers were coming in and grabbing her, and in no time the reddish-brown-haired girl was stripped of her uniform and the first man started to rape her just outside the door in the hallway. The men were drunk and horny, they just couldn't wait. Her screams echoed as their hands were all over her body, carrying her away.
"No stop it! You promised it was only going to be you!", El screamed in anger and frustration as Klara continued to rape her ass. Between begging, she was screaming now too, and her ass was trembling as it was forced to accept Klara's fingers, so tight and unwilling.
The soldiers surrounded Viridiana too and she was mauled by four men, who grabbed at her breasts and pussy as they fought over who would get to fuck her first.
Katyusha and Klara smiled at each other, this was going to be a celebration to remember.
To be continued….
And check out my book:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1558970
Chapter 1- Fall of the Blue Division
Their battle songs Polyushko-polye and Katyusha could be heard as several T-34s broke through the defenses. On the flanks, a couple of IS-2s and KV-2s used their supreme firepower to open the way for the smaller tanks. Several Katyusha rocket launchers could also be heard in the distance.
The battle was won. Commander Katyusha was pleased, overlooking the scene from her tank. "I'm a great strategist," she thought, "My surprise attack was a great success. The enemy is in retreat, and their eastern headquarter will fall. There is nothing they can do about it now."
And she was right. Her troops advanced on the enemy camp, surrounding it from all sides. Most enemy forces were pulling out, leaving heavy equipment behind and a couple of Verdejas burning with black smoke before the main entrance of one building. Fresh bullet holes and Spanish propaganda posters on its walls.
"That building is the main command post of the Blue Division, commander Katyusha." Nonna said, "It would be a great honor for us to conquer it."
"It would be a great honor for ME to hoist our flag atop that building." Katyusha could already see the photo of her raising the flag and imagine all
the medals she would get for this victory.
"But we need to be careful, commander. You cannot put yourself at risk" her second-in-command said, looking serious. "Always so worried, Nonna", Katyusha smiled. "I'm always careful". Nonna sighed, knowing that certainly was not always the case.
The soldiers had already cleared the main entrance as the girls entered the building. Katyusha between Nina and Alina, Nonna and Klara walking behind them, always on the lookout for danger.
They could hear shootings in the back of the building, fighting still going on. A couple of die-hard extremists refused to surrender, shooting and killing many of the attackers.
Katyusha knew her soldiers would probably kill these men even if they laid down their arms. The Blue Division was known for the many atrocities they had committed against her people, including rape and torture against civilians.
She looked at Nonna who walked beside her, gun in hand, making sure their path was safe. She looked so cool. The thought of enemy soldiers forcing themselves on the elegant dark-haired girl was sickening. No wonder her men wanted revenge.
Her thoughts were interrupted at the sight of three girls sneaking furtively across a hallway. They wore blue shirts and short green skirts, the female uniform of the Blue Division. After seeing Katyusha's party one of them shot two times with her handgun before they disappeared into a room. It wasn't even close.
"Damn bitch tried to kill me!" Katyusha was enraged. Nonna put her hand on the small girl's shoulder, trying to calm her commander down as so many times before.
"Commander, they are trapped in that room and I am pretty sure that was the only gun they had. An Astra modelo 400. They could hardly hide any more weapons like that in those skimpy uniforms."
Nina, Alina, and Klara were already standing in front of the room, their Tokarev guns out ready to attack as soon as Katyusha gave the order.
"We know you are in there. You are trapped. Our soldiers are taking over this building. Open up and throw that gun out. Then keep your hands where we can see them." Katyusha tried to sound as authoritative as she could.
At the same time, she signaled to Klara, Alina, and Nina. As soon as the door started to open they should attack the girl holding the gun and got it from her. They would take no chance if those girls tried to play.
And as soon as the door opened they sprung into action, Klara kicked the door open as Alina and Nina jumped the girl holding the gun, kicking her hand holding the Astra. The girl yelled in surprise and pain as she dropped the gun to the ground. Nina quickly kicked it out of the room. "Cleared!" she shouted.
Katyusha and Nonna followed. The room was a storage closet with supplies. There were bottles of red wine as well as cans with sardines and ham. Maybe the girls had planned to hold out in there until the troops had left again. Maybe they had even planned a sneak attack later at night.
Katyusha stepped into the room and closed the door. Three girls, one of them looking very angry and the two others mostly terrified. Nonna pointed her Tokarev at them telling them calmly to remain still.
Katyusha looked them over. They were rather tall girls, all wearing the same uniforms. The angry girl had long black hair and the elegance and posture of an officer. Katyusha couldn't help looking at her impressive chest. Her tits were nice and obviously in a bra: she could see the outline through the thin fabric of her blue shirt.
The second girl had curly shoulder-length reddish brown hair and a wickedly sexy set of lips. She was slender with nice long slender legs, and still, her boobs were quite big. She even tried to hug her arms over them to prevent Katyusha's stare.
The last of the girls was a cute very frightened-looking brunette. It was she who had lost her gun, and her arm was obviously in pain. She began
to sob as Katyusha went straight up to her and slapped her hard in the face. "That's for trying to shoot me, you bitch!"
The black-haired girl took a step towards her but Nonna told her to stop. Katyusha turned towards the angry girl.
"You are now our prisoners. Tell me your names and ranks?" She couldn't keep her eyes off the deep cleavage of the girl's blue shirt and the taller girl blushed. "And why do you have such skimpy uniforms? Are you the camp whores?"
"No! I'm El, a tank commander in the Blue Division. This is my driver Viridiana and my radio operator Tristana. According to the Geneva convention...ah!" Katyusha slapped the girl hard, silencing her. "Just answer my questions. Your tank, is it a Verdeja?"
"No, it's a Panzer II Ausf.F."
"I see a German tank. Interesting..."
Katyusha continued asking El questions, and her prisoner answered as well as she could and if she wasn't fast enough she got slapped. It wasn't much she had to say though.
After that was taken care of Katyusha gave her orders. "Nina and Alina, go out and guard this door. Nobody is allowed to enter."
"Nonna, you will have to take control of the fighting still going on and make sure the men are not making too many mistakes. Don't let them trash the place too much. And remember to fetch that Pravda camera team. For the pictures of me raising the flag on the roof."
"But commander is it safe for you...?"
"Yes, Nonna. Don't worry, I and Klara will take care of this. Now leave, you are needed out there!"
Nonna was usually the only one of the girls who could talk back to Katyusha. Sometimes she could even correct her without being yelled at much. But this time the petite girl looked very determined. Even Nonna would not be able to stop whatever Katyusha had in mind. Nonna glanced at Klara who shrugged, and then she turned and left, followed by Alina and Nina.
As the dark-haired girl left the room Katyusha sighed. Nonna was always so worried. It was like she still didn't trust her commander. But Katyusha also knew the tall girl cared for her and wanted to keep her safe. She was thankful, even though she was far too proud to admit it.
And Nonna was very much a decent girl. Not like herself. And not like Klara. Katyusha didn't want her around for what was to come next.
They could all hear the songs of victory out in the hallway now, the fighting seemed to be over and the soldiers were celebrating. They would surely drink all the Spanish wine they could find, Katyusha thought. She just hoped Nonna would be able to keep the situation under control. Klara closed the door, as Katyusha put her fingers to her lips.
"Cry and they'll hear you," she said. "And you'll be fresh meat for all those soldiers out there." Katyusha reached out and cupped one of the brunette's ample boobs in her hand.
"Be quiet, and you just have us," she continued, her heart raced. "Damn, these girls might do anything, anything at all, to avoid the dangers of a gang rape", she thought, licking her lips. She could see Klara was as excited as herself where she stood with her gun ready, snickering.
The angry black-haired girl finally looked frightened now as the words sunk in. She looked at the others and nodded slowly.
Anything?" Tristana asked. Her shorter hair was in a bob, and the bangs accentuated her high cheekbones. Katyusha nodded, making her face hard.
"Yes, anything," Katyusha told her. "My choice. Or it's just a free for all with all our soldiers out there? I wouldn't choose that alternative." Katyusha felt excited with the power she now had over the girls.
"Hell no, they're a dirty bunch. I would never let them touch me, that's damn sure." Klara laughed, enjoying the panic she saw in the eyes of their prisoners.
"Okay," Viridiana said. She had tears in her eyes, but her fear of the soldiers had overridden her fear of Katyusha and Klara. "Whatever you want."
Katyusha went to stand before Viridiana and slapped her again to get her full attention. Then she pulled the stunned girl close and kissed her, forcing her tongue between Viridiana's lips. She was not willing, but she did not fight back either. Instead, she kissed back, a wonderfully clumsy little kiss Katyusha thought.
"Now kiss her," Katyusha ordered as she finally broke the kiss, pointing at Tristana. "And make it good, or I start yelling for the others." Katyusha liked being manipulative and cruel. And she loved the feeling of power she had over those girls. The brunette leaned over and kissed the girl with the shorter reddish-brown hair. Tristana resisted for a moment, but then their mouths were opening. Both girls now had tears in their eyes, which both Katyusha and Klara found even more erotic.
"You girls gonna be good little bitches and give us a show," Katyusha said. "Put more effort into that kiss or you'll have to french kiss all the guys out there instead."
Klara got a nod from her commander and started to pull the black-haired girl over, settling down on the floor. She cupped one huge boob, then with both hands she gripped the blue shirt and ripped it apart sending buttons flying around the room.
El wanted to fight but was by now too afraid of the loud and rowdy men out there. She accepted the abuse while looking down in shame and with a blush spreading across her face.
Klara pulled and tugged the shirt, pulling it from El's shoulders and completely off. Tossing it aside, she grabbed at her bra on both sides, and yanked it brutally from the black-haired girl, breaking the shoulder straps and doing so.
Now they could all watch her big boobs, and both Katyusha and Klara gasped in awe. Her tits were nice: very big and with dark color around her nipples. Klara immediately started to rub one, making it get hard while El begged her to stop. "Stop, please not like that...no stop..."
Meanwhile, Katyusha turned to the kissing girls. "Start touching, you two," she ordered the pair. "Make it good, or I get the soldiers." The girls started touching one another outside their blue shirts, but very hesitantly. "Damn it!" she said. "Get some action going. Get those tits out and start licking them. Or I'll just get my soldiers and they'll strip you real fast."
Tristana and Viridiana finally started to touch each other's breasts for real, and by now they were crying. Both were blushing and closing their eyes in embarrassment as they opened up their shirts and pulled up their bras.
While she was watching the two girls undressing Klara slid her hand up the thigh of the black-haired girl, up under her green skirt between her legs.
"Spread 'em," she told her and El slowly did. Klara then started to grope her little pussy through her panties. She was by now very eager and pulled her face close and kissed El, very aggressively and wet.
El obediently cooperated, even as Klara pushed her panties aside and found her hairy little twat and began forcing her way into that as well, invading that private place. El moaned in pain but didn't try to stop the violent assault. Instead, she cried softly and trembled against her attacker. The dominant commander was not used to being this powerless. But her revulsion and fear were just egging Klara on.
Klara pushed deeper into her, harder now, and her kisses became almost frantic. She wanted to rape this girl, to humiliate this enemy commander while the other girls were watching.
El was sobbing now, from both pain and humiliation and Klara began to lick her tears, enjoying the salty taste. "Ah, the taste of a scared little girl", she whispered as she mauled her clit, producing even more moans and tears from her victim.
Klara then pulled her fingers out of the cunt and forced her skirt and panties down her legs, exposing her privates. The other two girls were by now watching in horror. The black-haired girl was crying hysterically now, but Klara didn't care. She roughly felt her cunt, moving further between her legs to grope her ass as well. Then she turned her around, sliding her hand down to her ass again, and forcing three fingers up into her tiny anus. El was moaning and writhing, and her cries of pain were sweet music for Klara who loved raping the girl with her fingers.
Katyusha was watching Klara raping the enemy commander. She was putting on a show, and Katyusha loved it. And Tristana was still groping Viridiana's breasts as they were frenching each other in earnest. Katyusha loved the humiliation they were putting those girls through. Her pussy was very wet by now and desperately needed attention. "You redhead, come here!" she called for Tristana.
Katyusha quickly grabbed her arm and pulled the girl down on her back. Tristana knew better than to resist as the petite girl pinned her arms down with her knees and shoved her crotch in her face. She quickly unzipped her uniform pants and pulled her panties to the side.
Katyusha bent down and grabbed a lock of Tristana's reddish-brown hair. "Lick my pussy!" she moaned, already very excited.
Tristana was in tears as she licked Katyusha's pussy in front of the others. Moaning and groaning in pleasure, Katyusha forced her to lick her until she squirted all over Tristana's face. "Oh yeah! This is nice, love it!" she screamed.
Out in the corridor, the soldiers were celebrating. Between their songs, the girls could hear Nonna's voice as she gave orders. Nina and Alina were also talking to some men just outside the door.
Katyusha was in heaven. She had never had an orgasm that intensive before. Now she got back on her feet, and rearranged her uniform, pulling the hapless girl up. Tristan and Veridiania still had their skimpy uniforms on, but they were now disheveled. Their shirts were completely unbuttoned and their breasts could be seen by everyone.
Katyusha smiled at them, and it wasn't a nice smile. "Fuck 'em. They can fend for themselves", she decided. And just like that she got up and opened the door.
"Fresh pussy in here," she yelled down the hall. "Come and get it!" Then she turned, ignoring the horrified gazes from the three girls. She grabbed Tristana and forced her to her feet, pushing her towards the opened door.
Soldiers were coming in and grabbing her, and in no time the reddish-brown-haired girl was stripped of her uniform and the first man started to rape her just outside the door in the hallway. The men were drunk and horny, they just couldn't wait. Her screams echoed as their hands were all over her body, carrying her away.
"No stop it! You promised it was only going to be you!", El screamed in anger and frustration as Klara continued to rape her ass. Between begging, she was screaming now too, and her ass was trembling as it was forced to accept Klara's fingers, so tight and unwilling.
The soldiers surrounded Viridiana too and she was mauled by four men, who grabbed at her breasts and pussy as they fought over who would get to fuck her first.
Katyusha and Klara smiled at each other, this was going to be a celebration to remember.
To be continued….
And check out my book:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1558970