While John Armstrong and William Holmes were finishing their corned beef and biscuits breakfast, it started to rain. The rain turned into a downpour as they marched on. Ere long, they were cold and soaking wet.
“A pity we left our trench coats over there,” Armstrong said, panting as he walked fast to try keeping himself warm. “We need to find shelter or we’ll freeze and become ghosts!”
“Yes, Lance Corporal! I’m keen for a shelter!”
They walked on, hoping the rain would abate, but if anything, the downpour intensified!
“Bloody affair! We can’t see more than twenty yards ahead in this soup!” William said.
“Here, there’s a giant pine. Let’s go and sit there. Its branches will at least give us some shelter.
As they reached the pine, they felt they weren’t alone. Both men had hoped to see the mystery girl again, all their thoughts haunted by her, but when the rain had turned into a violent storm, they had only thought of the wet cold making their field-shirt stick to their torso, and finding a shelter.
There she was when they least expected her!
She was barefoot, her delicate figure leaning on the antique tree under its gigantic branches, her white dress wet, her brown hair bobbed and soaking wet, water dripping off its strands, where she looked at them with blue eyes that looked almost grey under the storm’s half darkness.
“I know a shelter. Follow me!” the girl said as she took William’s hand.
She led both soldiers along a winding trail, her feet brown with mud as the rain kept raging on the trio as they slowly walked through the forest where the half-naked birches offered ghastly pale trunks and branches where some golden leaves looked a sickly yellow as they clung for dear life under the rain, with taller pines that seemed to frown on them. They were now climbing a steep hill.
Something massive was in front of them. A granite wall. And a broken door of rotten wood. She led them inside.
Both men felt relieved as they stood inside what looked like a ruined castle. It was a high-vaulted room that had them thinking this could also be a church or perhaps a monastery, with a high arched roof where bats no doubt had found a home. Rain found a way down some sections near the walls, but most of the room was sheltered. William spotted a couple of rusty armors standing a lonely watch along the cold granite wall, with cobwebs as wrapping companions to their pointy steel helmets and rusty chain-mail still hanging there over shadow where a man had vanished into emptiness centuries ago.
“Welcome to my summer house!” the girl jested, and laughed. “At least, we’re safe from the rain here! Ooh I’m so cold! And I’m alone with two soldiers… You know what happens to a girl who’s alone with soldiers, don’t you?”
As she spoke, both men were enthralled by her voice and figure, gazing at her, William at her bare feet, as she slowly walked near the rusty armors. The water made her travel dress look dark blue, and yet they could swear they had seen her in a white dress when she first appeared at the foot of the giant pine. Her bobbed hair looked positively dark, for it was so wet. As she stopped near the armor, they gazed at her figure and loved how her wet dress hugged her small body. They could see her hips were full and her waist had a layer of healthy fat that caused her breasts to display just the right amount to make them full and perky!
Basking in their gaze, the wet lady smiled and put a caressing hand on the nearest armor. Her bare feet looked bright white under her wet dress, against its dark blue, against the shadows and the brooding granite wall—where a present-day maiden met a long-gone knight, now a rusty carcass with its helmet wrapped in cobwebs.
“I was once the daughter of a powerful ruler,” she said, her voice echoing high against the vaulted ceiling and mingling with the cascading rain-water near the far wall, this while she smiled and stood as tall as her petite figure would allow, arching her back and causing her breasts to ride high under her wet dress as if her whole figure said “come and get me”.
Both men moved silently toward her, in almost a predatory manner. They knew she wanted this to happen. They advanced on, their lust getting stiff under their rained-on trousers while she gazed back at them, facing them, always smiling where she stood in her wet dress, where her whole figure seemed to be waiting for their love.
As Armstrong reached the maiden after dropping his steel helmet on the granite floor, he grabbed her wet dress and ripped it wide open! “Aaaaahrrrrrr!” he grunted before kissing her suddenly there breasts and pressed his face against their cold wetness, feeling her nipples standing hard and wet against his face, the cold within her being now scientifically explained by the rain outside. But what the deuce was she doing there by herself?
He then licked rain water off her nipples! While she moaned loud and high under the alcove where she stood, with him stooping down to feast upon her bared bosom. While the rain kept raging outside and found its way in some parts of the castle room, where small cascades stormed down from thirty feet, forming the wet background of the love scene where a grown man was sucking the breasts of a maiden! While a lad in wet khaki removed his Tommy’s steel helmet and knelt down where he kissed her bare feet in some sort of religious zeal! For he wanted her so much! Each kiss on her pretty little feet gave more steam to his mad desire. She was going to get well fucked! She was asking for it.
“Yes! Yes! Oooh yes! Take me, my raging bulls!” the maiden said while Armstrong kept sucking the wet cold out of her breasts, his cock stiff mad from the freshly done act of baring her tits, while William got lost in his act of love at her feet, warming them both with feverish tongue strokes and kisses galore!
Armstrong grunted again as he violently pulled down both halves of her torn dress along her white arms, basking in the surreal view of her naked bust as she looked back at him with sex-crazy eyes.
Moving the lad out of the way, the Lance Corporal tried to ignore the girl’s eerie cold as he pushed her dark dress up her legs and found she wore nothing under it. No petticoat! He bared her thighs by pushing the wet fabric mass all the way up to her waist. Then he pinned the mad-moaning girl against the wall and through his sheer act of violent desire, the penetration occurred and she yelped.
“Yes!”
The young lady moaned, “Aaaah yes! Fucked!” and she hugged Armstrong and wrapped her small legs around him, making him his captured knight as he made her his own captured girl. He fucked her without restrain against the antique granite wall, right beside the rusty armour as the girl’s moans joined the echoing cascades of rain water, as he felt her wild waist under his hands and kissed her neck, his face pressed into her wet hair, where he also felt her cheek, her skin cold and damp, as they shared their savage act of pure sex!
“Yes! Against the wall! I’m your fuck doll mhhmmmm! Yes! Yes! The castle has fallen! I’m captured! Fucked! Yes yes yes oooohhh, Yes!” the girl yelled amid her plaintive-sounding moans.
William masturbated as he watched.
Armstrong’s mad cry seemed to make the whole ruined castle take notice as he exploded in bliss inside her! Taken by God’s delight with his face buried in her damp hair that seemed to turn into a warm chestnut brown, her eyes bright and bluer than a cornflower as she shared his climax!
As soon as Armstrong was done with kissing her and giving some bonus love to her damp breasts, William rushed at her!
The boy furiously pulled her dress down until she was standing naked on it! And then he bent her over and right where she stood, he took her from behind, his legs slightly bent to enjoy a good strong angle inside her, and the lad, learning quickly, grabbed her dainty wrists and used her arms as reins to give her the punishment she had coming!
“Ooh oh ooh oh yes! Like this! Yes! I’m raped! The castle has fallen! The garrison’s dead and now I’m raped! Ooh ooh fucked! Raped! Oooh this is so good! A boy my age! Raped! Crazy raped! They besieged us just so they could rape me! A whole war fought just for me and my pussy! Yes! I’m Helen of Troy! Raped!”
Where did she learn such flawless English? William felt frightened by this. Any other girl would have reverted to her own native tongue in such a state of deep arousal!
After three minutes of busting his lust away inside the cold girl, his relentless joy colliding forever against her damp butt, enjoying its full curves, William let out a vibrant yell of victory and ejaculated in three or four bolts. Each spewed bolt of heat left him panting as his legs turned to water and he found himself on his knees, kissing her butt and following it down as she knelt down on her hands and knees, and he was now resting his face on its damp white buns, where his semen was spilling out of her entrance. What a great fuck! She had asked for it. But why did he feel so cold?
“William, you’re shivering! We must get dry wood and make a fire or we’ll die!” Armstrong shouted. He was shivering too!
“Welcome to my world!” the naked girl said and laughed as she stood back on her feet, the chilly air inside the damp ruined castle not bothering her one bit.
Both Englishmen quickly got back outside and scrambled down the hill into the forest. Using a hatchet, and working under the cold rain, they took branches from living trees and made as large a bundle as they could carry. It was a grueling task they had to do while shivering from the cold! They had very little time left. This girl had distracted them for minutes that could spell their doom!
***
Once back inside, they split the thick sticks. The inside heartwood was bone-dry. Finding the driest spot inside the ruined tower, with cascades of rain-water pouring in other places, William used a knife to make small kindle wood, his hands shivering. Armstrong lit up his lighter… They had a fire! It was about time. Both men were nearly blue in the face and couldn’t stop shivering, teeth chattering and all. The girl had vanished.
“Welcome! Welcome to my world! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Only her voice was heard. There was no sign of her, not even her discarded dress.
They quickly got rid of their wet uniforms. Once they were naked, both men rubbed one another near the fire. Armstrong was still shivering like mad.
“Corporal! I’m no, longer, shiv- ering… But… I’m so, cold!”
“By Jove! You need to stay near the fire!” Armstrong said, hugging the young man against his naked body to give him as much heat as possible. They had been fools to let this girl distract them! In Russia, a lot more soldiers die from the cold than from enemy fire. Napoleon had learned this during his ill-fated campaign.
“Do you think the London Tower is still far?” William asked, his lips turning a faint blue.
“Stay with me lad! We got a fire! Hang on, bloke!”
Armstrong kept rubbing the lad’s body, holding him as near to the fire as he could and ignoring the distress of his own shivering body. The fire kept his face warm, but his entire backside was hit by the damp castle’s chill air, reminding him that it was a wretched rubble of granite more fit for ghosts than living men.
“Oh, Eliza my sister! You’re so beautiful! Eliza! Yer brother’s coming back home!” William blurted out as he fainted and Armstrong had to hold him fast.
“Welcome! Welcome to my world! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Armstrong let the lad lay near the fire and kept rubbing him. William was falling unconscious.
“Welcome! Welcome to my world! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Oh shut up, you worthless tramp!” Armstrong snarled, ragingly rubbing his young companion whose lips took a bizarre hue of near-green delicate blue against the glow from the fire that now was in full golden bloom.
“A, vohonʹ!” said a loud voice, a female voice that didn’t belong to the mystery girl.
“Pryvit! Khto vy?” another female voice said, then she laughed. Armstrong, although still shivering, understood why. He and his companion were stark naked in front of women, neither of whom understood why yet.
Armstrong looked at them, knowing or thinking they were speaking Russian, although it was of a different kind. Two women, and many more walked past the rotten door and started to laugh upon seeing the naked men. They all wore cavalry boots and the tell-tale cavalry sabre, but the rain made their uniforms look dark, so he wasn’t sure on which side they were. He spoke:
“English! We’re English! We don’t speak Russian! We need help! Help. SOS!”
“Anhliysʹka?! SOS! Ooohh!”
The woman who had just spoken wore the shoulder pads of an officer in the White Army. Armstrong’s perceptions were clouded. He kept rubbing William and spoke again…
“Da. English. SOS. Cold! SOS cold!”
“SOS, tak! holodnyy, tak…” the officer said in her strange Russian as she walked closer, looking deeply concerned as she observed William.
Then she took off her boots and got rid of her sabre as she began to undress! With military efficiency, the young officer took off her wet field shirt, then her trousers and threw off her black sheepskin hat. Her hair looked dark blonde or perhaps light brown.
She gave a sharp order while pointing at two of her cavalry-women. “Rozdyahaytesya!”
As she gave this command, both young women also began to undress. A Sergeant gave orders in the background and several cavalry girls secured the whole place.
Before long, the lovely-looking officer had completely stripped herself out of all her weapons, equipment and uniform and underwear. She presently laid herself near the lad and hugged him tightly, giving him her naked heat. A second girl also came near and laid herself where William now lay between two naked women holding him as tight as humanly possible.
“Thank you! God bless you!” Armstrong said as he understood what they were doing. “Spassiba!” he added in tentative Russian. The third naked girl was upon him and motioned him to lie down, which he did, always shivering, before the girl joined him on the cold floor and hugged him, her dark hair filling his nostrils with her scent mixed with the forest’s dampness.
He felt her legs against him, her small young breasts too, with their damp nipples pressed on his chest where they both lay side-way, facing each other, but it was a purely medical action. More girls came near and sat by the fire. Several of them unwrapped some rye biscuits and began eating. A Corporal barked something. Armstrong didn’t understand the words, but knew she was telling the soldiers to spare their rations. These girls were fleeing the Reds.
“Thank you. Spassiba,” Armstrong said to the lovely girl hugging him, the girl’s damp black hair he began to stroke as a thank-you gesture. He suddenly broke down in tears and began to sob as he thought of Esther and Violet. He and Baxter’s squad had savagely raped them! How could they do such a vile thing? What if a bunch of men did this to his own sister? He’d hunt them down and kill them to the last pig for sure! And he was just like those sorts of men. “I’m no better than them…”
“Ne plach,” his hugging companion said, then she added: “Ya Anna.” This he understood.
“Ya, Johnny. Johnny Armstrong.”
“Dzhonni… Dobryy denʹ, Dzhonni…” she replied with her Cossack accent, then quietly laughed as she kept her arms around the naked Englishman. He felt her cold feet against his ankles and loved this. This quiet moment of warmth he was sharing with this stranger was the deepest act of charity a human could give to another human. She was warm. She gave him part of her life so he may live.
The place was now getting crowded as the girls came back from the woods carrying branches cut off live trees and they quickly went to work, splitting them and using the dry heartwood to make other fires. Things were set on these new fires. Chai was heated. Half biscuits were eaten in that careful way that spoke volumes about the dangers these Cossack girls had escaped and were now fleeing. Advancing Czechs that had flipped their allegiance.
***
Their leader was still hugging William along with the other girl. First Lieutenant Anika felt him getting slightly better against her bosom. There was a quiet sense of thrill in her because this boy was so very young, while she was nearly thirty herself. But she felt she would have done the same to save an older man as well. And yet, for a handsome boy, she did not hesitate and was actually in a hurry to get naked with him; and there was something more in it than the medical aspect of it.
Hugging the boy close to her heart, Anika began to picture herself making love with him. She also knew the danger of having him in their midst—Several girls would soon be competing for his attention. The other Englishman was older, but he was tall with good solid arms that a girl could confidently lean into. These two fellows were dreamboats! Anika knew that her girls would soon be longing for their manhood, including herself.
Anika remained professional and kept rubbing the boy, but she secretly felt wet as she began to think of his young cock, with skin that had to be softer than silk to the touch! The other girl was rubbing the lad’s backside and his buttocks using her entire body, and rubbing her crotch against his ass.
“My turn, Ludmila!” Anika heard Corporal Zildana say. In a matter of seconds, the strikingly beautiful Corporal had completely undressed herself and a reluctant Ludmila left her spot to Zildana, who began rubbing the boy with all the heat she had, and soon enough, she was soaking wet. A line-up formed where no less than twelve Ukrainian girls stripped themselves, as they all wanted to feel this handsome lad against their naked body. They welcomed this fun distraction and began to laugh.
Sergeant Kovalenko barked to restore discipline, but she knew it was no use. This boy was so handsome! The girls felt so lonely!
Anika too admonished the girls, while herself in a state of arousal from her breasts being pressed against the boy, who fell unconscious. She knew this was the most dangerous state since she had found him so cold he had stopped to shiver. She began to panic!
***
Armstrong also had had a line-up of naked girls. One by one, the cavalry girls had laid down and come rubbing themselves against him, in a less and less medical way. Johnny Armstrong had long stopped shivering, and he couldn’t help but get hard under the loving affections from each girl replacing the one before as a heat nurse. Most of the girls had told him her name. “Ya, Nadiya.” “Ya Zlata.” “Ya, Iryna!” And Iryna kissed him! She was a charming blonde, perhaps twenty-two years young.
But now a sense of gravity had filled the place. The silence was filled by the rain cascades on the worst side of the vaulted room, while the naked officer walked to her belongings and took a blanket that had been dried by a fire. She cast it on William’s unconscious body and knelt by him and began to pray.
Armstrong wondered what was going on. Then he saw William’s body under the grey blanket and panicked. He was near him in an instant. “Lad! Lad! Noo! Stay with me! Don’t go!”
The officer put her hand on his forearm and said something. “Vin u Bozhykh rukakh.”
The tone of her voice was soothing. He looked at her. She had gentle features and something of the pretty damsel she had been at fifteen remained in her. The nakedness of her curves where she knelt failed to register anything erotic in his distressed soul. He signed himself and began to pray along with the dark blonde, joining his English request to God to her orthodox prayer she said in a language he found beautiful and fascinating.
William was still only eighteen. Maybe he’d live.
***
Major Sidorov’s Thoughts…
“Rapist.”
That same word written on the mirror this morning again! Always the same laughter. A merry voice I refuse to accept. This can’t be her! How could she have followed me all the way here? She was dead! And yet, my recent experiences had me wondering about things that science and logic could not explain.
Downstairs, Sergeant or rather Captain Novak and his Czech hunters kept the girls naked and “entertained”.
I myself didn’t have much interest for those things, unless I felt horny, in which case I’d take Princess Anna and use her while reminding her how she looked down on us, her umbrella shielding her delicate features from the sun, when I paraded my platoon in front of the privileged crowd where she stood with her late father, four years ago, on a hot day of August.
“Yes, Milady, yes! A hot summer day it was,” I said to her ear while I hugged and fucked her unwilling body where she sat on the massive table, unresisting as I kept her buttocks well cupped in my hands and she kept hugging me like I had instructed her to. “Do you like being ahh given commands? Aah Milady! Feels great to fuck you! You love this, don’t you?”
“No–uh yes.”
“Good girl. Others are waiting for their turn. Be proud to be wanted by so many men! These men have known many women-aahh. They’re picky, but ahh God! Your pussy’s paradise! Hhgghh ghh hhhgg ghhrrrrr…”
I became a grunting animal while I kept her bottom tapping on the table where she kept tightly hugging me, her legs wrapped around me as instructed, while I kept grunting in the nape of her neck, my face buried in her long golden hair. Until I forced my final groan into her ear and caused her to shudder as I erupted inside her. “All inside you! Your soldiers, Milady!”
And then I would drink vodka and enjoy cold cuts and pickles while watching the Czechs take their turns inside the fallen princess. Their usual position saw Anna bent over the table and each one of her serving knights deeply connected inside her where her graceful curves met a peasant’s lust and she shuddered from those hands holding her hips. Most of them used her with rage and hatred while calling her “Czarist whore” and “cheap tramp”. She had it coming. And now they each came in their hate-filled efforts to fertilize her with a bastard.
Anna was also given the privilege of hearing her baby sisters getting raped as well. Again, again and again. Fifty-six men for only seven fallen ladies. Her sisters were petite brunettes of sixteen and eighteen springs.
I would often take one of the naked damsels and bring her some “comfort” by sucking her breasts and then using the heat of my throbbing erection between her feet until I yelled and erupted in a gerb of honour that I loved to watch landing on her bosom, where my hot sludge pooled and her breasts became alive as the girl sobbed.
I would then go to sleep upstairs and find the same word written on the mirror. “Rapist”
And the same merry laughter. Nastya!
Once I saw her, like in a dream. She walked softly in the stately bedroom, barefoot, wearing her blue travel dress, her chestnut hair bobbed—just as she was when we played colorito. She was smiling.
“Komroty! Come and kiss me! Am I pretty? After all, I was just seventeen.”
How could I resist such an invitation from a Grand Duchess? Even a dead one?
When our lips met, she felt cold, like a corpse. And yet the entire thing was thrilling. She clung to me in despair, and I felt that she still loved me after all. Beyond the grave. Her hair was damp, as if she had been outside. Violent rain was indeed buffeting the window.
We made love. I urgently stripped her out of her blue travel dress and kissed her from head to toe after lying her down like a feather on the massive bed, and ran my hands all over her teenage body, and gave much heat to her damp cold skin.
“Play colorito with me! All you want!”
With her small cold hands, she helped me out of my uniform and begged me to please rape her, “like a breeding stallion!” she said. How could I say no? My loyalty to my wife was a forlorn thing of the past. My cock was stiff and I used it to give her what she wanted. It was a grunting act of silent force where she received my thrusts on her hands and knees, the bed too massive to be heard, but the old feather mattress sunk under our weight, where she moaned out loud and expressed her deep pleasure in words of the finest Russian…
“Yes! Yes! I’m fucked! Raped! The castle has fallen! Now I’m raped! Play colorito with my ass and my good-luck charms—Aaaaaaah aaaaaaaahh! Feels alive, yes yes! Yes! faster faster! Like this… yy-yeah yeah yeah yeahyeah yeahyeah yeah!”
I basked in her whimpers as I fucked her! It was beyond satisfying! I gave all my heat to her ghastly person as she sounded like a punished little girl, presently resting on her elbows and giving me the full protruding show of her buttocks, the part where she was fullest.
I screamed, “AAAAAAAAH—Nastyaaaa!” and exploded inside her. It was so good!
At one point, I chanced to look at her face and screamed and woke up in cold sweat. Her face! It was horribly mangled! Smashed out of recognition, as if someone had spent two hours hitting her repeatedly with a rifle butt!
“From now on, you shall only see me like this. Beware of the mirrors, rapist! Turncoat! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” I heard a voice say. The Merry little one.
***
William held the officer’s waist while riding along with her on her Cossack horse through the forest and through the fog that had followed the rain. It was still night-time. They had ridden out as soon as the rain had stopped. Now thirty sets of hooves made quiet thuds in the damp forest earth as they rode through the hilly forest, following treacherously slippy trails of mud under a bright moon. Going east.
He sometimes looked at her bottom curves where she rode sitting tall on her saddle, with him holding her taut waist while she led her troop of cavalry girls, or perhaps what was left of a hundred-strong squadron. She had told him her name while smiling at him. “Ya, Anika.”
He had told her his. “William, or Bill if you prefer.”
Anika always called him Bill. She was a full decade his senior. He loved her long hair that she had let loose under her sheepskin hat. He couldn’t make up his mind whether she was a dark blonde or a fair brunette. They couldn’t understand each other, but as the hours went by and dawn came, their bodies had learned to know each other’s silent language. The boy was still weak, but she liked his hands around her waist, perhaps she liked it a bit too much. No matter how disciplined she tried to be, her thoughts always kept coming back to his handsome face, his well-shaped body—and his cock. Each fibre in her wanted him!
Armstrong rode with Anna’s long dark hair and taut back under his eyes, and he had no reluctance about holding her lovely waist as she rode on among the trailing hussars.
At one point, she tried to start a conversation, but remembered he had no idea of what she said and she went silent again as the troop rode on through the morning fog. Anna felt like talking to him, about Kiev and her folks. She wished she had never left home. What was she doing in Ural, somewhere between Moscow and Yekaterinburg? With cruel Red soldiers after her, perhaps only one day behind.
Anna had witnessed the gang-rapes last spring, when that train was captured and a Soviet Kommissar had been shot. She had even partaken to the collective rape of male prisoners who were then executed. What if she found herself on the losing side? This would be worst than death! How could she do to others what she’d never wish on herself! So un-Christian! Better get killed instantly by a sniper.
She looked around her in the grey morning. Tall pines everywhere, shrouded in fog. Ad infinitum. Hooves threading the damp earth. So far away from home! Kiev! She missed it so much! Would she ever come back? But then, this Englishman riding with her, nearly pressed on her back with his arms around her. This was a man! Anna realized it had been a long spell since she last had actual sex—consensual sex in the usual scheme of things. The affair had occurred before she enlisted in the cavalry. In Kiev. With a widowed pope, who was of course forbidden to remarry by the rules of the Orthodox Church.
Anna closed her eyes and thought of it. Already four years ago! When she was still a youngster. She had herself found a reason to be alone with him in his house. He had protested at first, saying she was too young for him, that he couldn’t take advantage of her, that she was only seventeen, but Father Vorobiev grew horny as she pressed herself against him and kissed him, herself filled with lust and curiosity about the somewhat grotesquely erotic prospect of having sex with this pope older than her own father.
She had gone nuts when he feverishly uncovered her bosom and sucked her breasts! As if they harboured the secrets of eternal life! It had felt like breast-feeding an old man as happy as a child! She had reveled in the brushing of his silver beard against her skin! He had said she felt as soft as her butt must feel! While indeed groping her butt!
The pope had said “No!” when she had knelt before him, but done nothing to stop her from freeing his cock and when she took him in her mouth, he grunted! The pope grunted and finally confessed he had often thought about sex with her! He was her parish priest and had seen her grow up. She had sensed what he secretly felt for her as soon as nature began turning her into a young woman, even when her late wife was still alive.
Anna quietly smiled as she rode on. Johnny’s hands around her stirred these memories within her. The pope! His thick cock that had made her sing the loss of her virginity as she melted in his arms! He had been such a good lover! He had loved her from head to toe, even told her she had gorgeous feet. And he had put her to his sword of punishment three times over on that day! Three! One time with her under him, another time with her riding him with her hands discovering his silver chest hair as he impaled her youth, and the last time on all fours where he proceeded to punish her with enduring stiff strokes! This pope was a beast and said he loved fresh damsels like her, but wouldn’t dare take advantage of them, although he did fuck her good on that day she would always treasure.
The more she thought about her ancient lover, the hornier she felt with Johnny’s arms around her waist. She felt her breasts grow swollen under her field shirt as she rode on. What she’d give to have them sucked by a man! And she had a full-grown Englishman pressed against her!
She thought about remaining behind, pretending there was some issue with one of her horse’s hooves, but Sergeant Lidia Kovalenko kept her eye on her, and so did several jealous girls. There was no way Anna could steal away for some alone-time and show this Englishman how soft her cheeks really were and that she was just as white and soft everywhere else. Anna knew she was pretty and tried to remain modest about it. The pope’s grunting ejaculations were proof enough she was pretty.
“And Anika! She has her own tent! Bitch! I’m sure she’s going to have a side-way dance with this boy, nice and quiet under that tent! The bitch!” Anna thought as she rode on, basking between Johnny’s hands and enjoying the sensual brush of her own shirt against her swollen tits, holding the reins with hands itching to open her shirt and feel the morning air directly hit her breasts. But the day after tomorrow they’d arrive in Birsk, and once there, she would manage to find a way to enjoy her first Englishman! She felt bad for doing this outside of marriage, but the good pope had told her not to worry, that God had made her to take a man’s love and it was how the world turned.
When the night came and the exhausted troop bivouacked, Sergeant Kovalenko saw to it that no girl was allowed alone with the English Lance Corporal, although Anika took Bill with her in her own tent after a quick supper where the boy shared his Oxo beef broth with her while she gave him a biscuit.
The girls came close to their officer’s tent, silently, and they listened.
Anika emerged. “Go about your business! All of you! Go to sleep!”
But the girls silently returned and formed their circle anew around the tent.
Sure enough, sounds emerged. Their own officer was breathing deeper and deeper, and louder too.
Bill felt it was surreal! Anika had gestured him into opening her field shirt, making it clear she wanted the boy to play with her tits. He felt so weak! And yet he wanted so much to do what she silently asked of him!
“Shht,” she quietly whispered, her index on her lips as he unbuttoned her field shirt, his eyes well adjusted to the dark. Anika felt so warm under his hands! Her perky breasts felt nicely full! “Tak!” (yes!) she whispered as he began kissing them while she ran both hands through his hair.
Bill felt the enthralling transgression as he kneaded Anika’s breasts, and sucked them, where she lay on her back with her officer’s shirt wide open! Her skin looked a ghastly pale grey in the semi darkness. He drank her skin and felt how horny she was, and as soft as a baby in spite of her being almost thirty. He was regaining strength or perhaps forgetting his own weakness, as his erection came to life down there. Bill had youth, and she wanted it!
Anika ended up naked on all fours, with Bill deep inside her and holding her hips! She was whimpering like a mermaid fucked for the first time in Copenhaguen while the circle of listeners around her tent quietly masturbated, many of these Amazons opening their own shirt so they could self-pleasure their breasts while fingering their pussy. The bivouac was now filled with whimpers, while wolves howled far somewhere in the distance.
Sergeant Kovalenko was about to lose control of the girls, many of whom wanted to take the Lance Corporal and keep him as their personal slave. As fights began to erupt between horny girls, while Anna sat with crossed legs beside Johnny, Kovalenko knew she had no choice. She produced a deck of cards and ordered each girl to pick one. This was the usual thing when they had prisoners and there were too few of them for everyone. Two girls per man would win the prize while the others would watch and masturbate.
She shuffled the cards and asked a girl to cut. Johnny saw this and realized they were drawing cards for him. These girls were ready to fight over him! He must be dreaming! This clearly wasn’t England. Back home, girls had to be courted. He had been a suitor a full year before he had married his wife. He longed for his pretty wife, but when Anna got up and drew a card, he hoped she would win.
She smiled and showed him the Queen of Spades. Her hair just as dark as the card’s suit.
But one girl laughed and proudly showed the Ace of Hearts while a ginger-haired one then picked a King of Diamonds. Everyone else had a Jack, a Ten or a low card. Someone shuffled the remaining cards and Sergeant Kovalenko drew a card for herself while the circle of girls around Anika’s tent gave a background of whimpers. Kovalenko’s smile was met with boos when she showed her card! It was a King of Hearts, the strongest suit.
Johnny didn’t want to get intimate with any of the girls other than Anna, although both winners were lookers, especially the tall Sergeant when she took off her sheepskin hat and loosened her hair, which fell down on her shoulders like a rich cascade of silvery gold under the moon.
The stern Sergeant morphed into a sensual girl as she relieved herself from her sabre and pistol and took off her uniform and revealed she had legs and feet to despair for! The girl with the Ace of Heart wasn’t bad either, but this was mostly due to her young age, as her face and figure had nothing outstanding, except she was about nineteen and looked it.
Inside her tent, Anika whimpered like a plaintive soul, mounted by Bill whose cock gave her a solid reason to feel dominated where he bucked her like a horny dog! Her sounds filling the tent with each repeat collision where their age difference no longer mattered. Bill’s pleasure was immense! Multiplied by the fact he was fucking a she-Lieutenant! He was moaning out of control and he filled the tent with his final moaning flourish as he spewed a big load and Anika couldn’t keep herself from yelping with pleasure as she received his English pudding. Some of the girls around the tent orgasmed in their masturbatory homage to this moment of paradise stolen from the war.
A few girls were even pleasuring each other while Anika finished herself with her index finger until her mouth was full open and she emitted short moaning groans as she pictured herself grabbed and thrown off her horse by victorious enemy troops who looked like a horde of Mongols! She was the stern Lieutenant, now defeated, stripped naked out of her ripped-off uniform! Her breasts owned, her pussy even more so as each of those Kirghiz soldiers filled her fantasy with their narrow eyes, their high cheekbones and their flat facial features, with their grunts and their “We got you!” and their “Yes Ma’am!” as she pictured herself gang-raped by Bolsheviks from the East, while Bill intensified her climax by engulfing one of her tits in his mouth and rolling his tongue around her nipple! She exploded in this wild fantasy of hers!
The tenderness of her flesh contrasted with the cold realities of war as she gave him her most intimate whimpers, everything squirting inside her as he kept kissing her breasts and now ventured down on the flat plain of her belly. Anika went nuts, her world filled with Kirghiz men from the infinite steppe in the east.
Armstrong pinned the girl on the ground and gave her the full value of her Ace as she whimpered under him, her head of brown hair bobbing on the earth just as if he was raping her, but she clutched him inside her welcoming legs and offered him a litany of Cossack yeses… “uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh!” all in rhythm with his hard strokes. Johnny had learned that “uh-huh” meant “yeah” in her language. Both climaxed together while Anna was stripping herself naked near him and others were deeply lost in masturbation.
Anna loved being naked in front of her man she called “Dzhonni”. She loved how he looked at her while Sergeant Kovalenko and her athletic body went down on him and began to lick the semen off his flaccid cock. By the time it took her to resurrect him, most of the girls had orgasmed in a festival of squirting juices under their insisting fingers. Anna kept showing herself to him in a three-quarter profile, where he saw her breasts in their best possible display, with moon-rays doing them justice like a painter using a rich array of greys and silvers, from her pale skin to the dark background of tall majestic pines where the girl from Kiev stood like a demigoddess under the silent pines and seemed to comfort their tall solitude, her bare feet caressing their ancient roots.
While Bill and Anika kept kissing each other and the lad made her feel like a schoolgirl inside her tent, Kovalenko was now pleasuring Johnny’s mast-erect cock. Johnny gazed at Anna, who smiled at him while flaunting her naked charms as he fantasized about some gigantic troll emerging from the woods to punish her with his titanic erection.
Satisfied he was ready, the naked Sergeant climbed on him like a horny Amazon, and showed him how good a Cossack girl could ride. Her pointy breasts were in high display as she cast her head back and looked at the dark silvery clouds as the penetration occurred and Johnny put his hands around her waist and they became one, his eyes never leaving Anna and her beauty that she kept on full display for him, the triangle of hair between her all-white legs an inviting mystery as to how tight she must be.
Johnny learned everything that the stern Sergeant usually kept hidden under her uniform. Her hair was loose, like a whore’s, sans her sheepskin hat as she rode and moaned on top of the English Lance Corporal whose bare torso felt the night’s chill, but he loved the heat of her legs hugging his hips where the improbable penetration kept occurring for both parties’ benefit.
It was hard to reconcile the daylight figure of the authoritative Sergeant with her night-time nakedness where she showed a softer side and rode him where her pointy tits were dancing in the moonlight and her supple waist throbbed with heat under his hands, and his gaze noticed her intimate triangle of hair that matched her blonde head of swaying long hair where she seemed to enjoy breaking free from her usual sheepskin hat.
Kovalenko looked down at him and accepted this dance where she surrendered herself to the power of a man, and revelled in this vaginal fullness he was providing her as she rode him like a true Cossack girl, whose feet had felt the waters of the Don since as long as she could remember.
Johnny felt how much she had wanted this, and gave his all to make the encounter a long-lasting one, but more and more, a wild fantasy took his mind by storm—a fantasy where he and a great many soldiers were storming Buckingham Palace and gang-raping each and every pretty girl in the extended royal family, spewing sperm inside little duchesses whom they had urgently stripped out of their ball-dress while yelling, “God Save the King!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHH GhhhOD!”
Johnny detonated! with a honest load inside Sergeant Kovalenko and clenched her waist, and as he filled her up and basked in his royal fantasy, Johnny understood the enemy and could hardly blame them. What a rush it must be to topple an aristocratic regime and gang-fuck their women! Their daughters! Coating their pretty face with peasant’s sperm! All these countesses and princesses! How could he blame them?
After the festivities where the girls had accepted the rules and the deck of cards they lived under, every hand turned in and the girls on watch remained up.
Anika was sound asleep, naked in the arms of Bill, who remained awake out of sheer elation from having had sex with this much older girl who vastly outranked him.
Anna snuggled herself against Johnny and welcomed his hands on her as they drifted asleep together. At some point before dawn, when she came back from her watch and everyone around them was asleep under the stars, she laid herself down on her side under her warm blanket, her body spooned in his. Soon enough, Johnny pressed himself against her and began to rub his growing erection on her ass, through their uniforms. Her breathing accelerated as his hands found a path under her field shirt and he cupped her breasts from behind, skin on skin.
“uh-huh,” she whispered. “yeah…”
Ere long, both lovers had their trousers down under her blanket, and he was penetrating her. She kept her sounds as quiet as possible as he stormed deep inside her and she melt in his arms, her breasts warm in his hands as she opened her mouth and silently said “uh-huh”. It was a silent act both of them shared with joy. It had to happen! Could only happen. Maria was on watch nearby. She was friends with Anna and understood. She felt more happy for her than jealous, although she had felt sad when she picked a low card—what would she give for a man inside her! Lucky Anna!
Anna moved herself in a way that intensified her pleasure and contractions where the sex was happening, while her breasts remained cupped, and swollen, inside Johnny’s hands.
“Dzhonni… uh-huh… uh-huh,” she whispered on as they quietly made love under a congregation of silent pines.
Then it rained again.
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