Two British survivors are making their soldierly way through the forest, whose shadows may harbour the light of a bygone past.
Private William Holmes had kept running from the farm, going even faster when he heard the gunshots worryingly close to him. He had been swallowed by the woods and kept going, his young stamina serving him well.
Finding a small clearing, William sat on a fallen dead tree and began to think. Then he heard a life-threatening click, the sound of a rifle against a branch.
“Oh, it’s you, William!” said a familiar voice. Lance Corporal Johnny Armstrong walked into the clearing and pat him on the shoulder, knowing that seeing him alone didn’t bode well for Corporal Baxter and the others. Armstrong knew William would never have run away and left the squad behind.
“Dead.”
Armstrong nodded and hugged the young Private. “Bad news from the town, Will. I narrowly escaped the massacre and ran as fast as I could.”
“That makes two of us.”
“The whole brigade, maybe the entire Czech Division has turned Red! They took us by surprise and overran the town. Right now they’re fucking daughters and wives in town and we won’t have them on our backs for a while, but the local peasants are hunting us down all over the country. Do you have food on you? I have some Oxo cubes.
“I took some smoked ham in the farm house where the others were killed, by peasants. Just let me catch my breath and we’re off. Happy not to be alone!”
“Makes two of us, like you said, lad! We need to warn the others in Birsk! The front is broken and the rearward soldiers must retreat and set a new frontline. We need to evacuate our field nurses stationed there! If we make it and save them, we’ll both be Sergeants!”
“Birsk? That’s over 50 miles! Through the forest!”
“That’s why we need to get going now! The boys over there will be overrun if we don’t get there first!”
“All right, but at least we have a full day’s start on them. They won’t get started before tomorrow, and possibly may well tarry longer in Belyyfontan.”
“They might have cavalry scouting in front of them, so move it, William!”
It was the start of an endless walk through trails they didn’t know, using the sun and the time on their wristwatch to know where to go east. They kept advancing in the general direction of Birsk, where 300 British personnel were stationed, and a small contingent of nurses in the field hospital treated wounded British and Czech soldiers who were all ignorant of the sudden turn of event that was now threatening their safety.
They walked as fast as they could, through the forest and uneven terrain, and slopes guarded by tall pines, until nightfall.
In their bivouac, the soldiers dug a Polynesian fire where they heated a cube of Oxo beef broth for the two of them.
“We better go get some sleep right now, lad. I’ll stand the first watch, so go get some shut-eye, young man!”
***
A couple hours later, Armstrong woke up William and turned in.
The lad remained alone, sitting near the dead fire and listening to the eerie sounds. The forest was full of night wildlife. Wolves howled at the moon somewhere afar. Little animals were trotting nearby. William hugged himself in his field blanket, happy to have it against the cold night.
He began to think about what he had done that day. Maybe he deserved to die. What had he done so special to be spared? He had got lucky. Or it was Providence who had spared him so he could make up for the evil he had done to Esther and Violet, by warning the boys in Birsk and preventing something horrible to happen. He thought of the nurses, who were counting on soldiers like him to keep them safe.
He tried to stop thinking of the nurses, but it was no use. His mind kept picturing what would happen if the Bolshevik Czechs arrived at Birsk and overran the British camp. And the field hospital. These nurses were all between twenty and perhaps twenty-eight years of age. He had lost his virginity screaming inside Esther while holding her well-shaped buttocks, and he kept thinking of the nurses and their red-cross uniforms, and what those bad Czechs would do with them.
“God! Forgive me, for I’ve sinned!” William whispered as he broke down in tears, horrified at what he had done, horrified by his thoughts.
“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, soldier,” a heavenly voice said near him as he felt a dainty hand on his shoulder. He must have fallen asleep during his watch! He had to be dreaming!
The girl who presently sat by him was too pretty to be real, and what was she doing here, deep in this wilderness?
“To err is human,” the girl said in flawless English, which puzzled him perhaps even more. What the deuce an English girl was doing here deep in Ural? She was about his own age, or perhaps one or two years younger. At the moonlight, he saw her face plainly. Her features were sweet and her hair was probably medium brown, bobbed. She wore a travel dress without a coat and weirdly enough, the night’s chill didn’t seem to bother her.
“I’m Anastasia, or Nastya if you prefer,” she said, her voice a music that already had him under her spell.
“Hh who are you? Are you an angel?”
“Maybe. I’m here to comfort you. And there’s something you can do for me. I’ve never been loved by a boy of my own age. The only lover I ever had was old enough to be my father, and now I want this from you! (pointing at his crotch)
“and, this…”
The girl moved forward, and before William knew what was happening, she kissed him. Her lips met his and it felt weird! And yet delightful, in the way you eat a birthday cake that’s way too cold, and yet it’s good and sweet. She felt eerily cold against him, more like a dead body than a living girl. Fright took him, but there was warmth in the very way she kept kissing him, her little tongue meeting him, heat against cold, and yet there was fire in the feelings she expressed. William felt more fascinated than scared. This was his very first kiss with a girl!
Was she a girl? What was she?
“Ooh, you have warmth! You have strength! I’ve followed my ex-lover all the way to these parts, but found he was no good. He’s an evil man who has betrayed my kind! But you are a good man, a young man with hot hands! And I want you to undress me and run these hands all around me. Give me life! Make me alive again, for I am lonely! I’m like a dead girl in an unmarked grave!”
“wh– Where did you learn English?!” William blurted out.
“Shhht. Don’t wake up the other. I don’t want an older man! I only want you, a lad! Now please, let’s go a bit farther away…”
The mysterious maiden led him by the hand to a place behind nearby trees, and William grew afraid as he couldn’t see Armstrong anymore and was now alone with this… this being. And yet he felt attracted to her. He kissed her again and ran his fingers through her hair, which he found ghastly cold, like the rest of her.
“Let me kiss death as a bride!”
These words slithered through his mind as he remembered a play he had seen back home. He was a fascinated prisoner in her small arms. She was far from being tall and he felt the modest shapes of her breasts against him as he kept kissing this eerie being who had all the appearances of a girl, with silver-pale skin under the moon. He hugged her very tenderly and she kissed him with even more passion, laughing as their noses met.
“Take my clothes off and do all you please with me, please! Give me your life! Each young man I made a pass at has run in fright! Be brave and please, fuck me! Long, good and hard! I want a boy my own age! You have no idea what it means to me!”
Where did she learn so good English? She kept kissing him as she spoke and gently nudged him to the ground where her diminutive size was more level with his taller frame. William realized that his hand was on her bosom. He felt the soft roundness of her breast through his hand and he felt that she felt how much he wanted to make love, to take his time and really make love to this girl whose skin was as white and cold as an un-dead being. Could she be… a vampiress? Like LeFanu’s Carmilla?
He had raped, and thus he deserved death. “So let’s die making love!” he heard himself whisper as he began to unbutton her travel dress, which looked solid gray against her silver-white skin, under the cold moonlight.
“Yes! I want you to die! Inside me! I have acceptable breasts, after all I was just seventeen! Suck them all you like! Oohh, yes! Kiss my cleavage… Yes! I’m your special Nastya! The Merry one! Hmmmm love how you kiss my skin! This is going to be a good fuck!”
William was lost in a paradise of girl skin! He no longer minded the cold of her as he feverishly kissed her cleavage while undoing the lower buttons, and suddenly he faced her and pushed her loosened dress off her shoulders… He thus gained his first look at the naked bosom of a girl who wanted him.
Nastya had breasts full of healthy fat. Perky in a nice full way, with gentle nipples and perfect areolas waiting for his love. Her well-shaped orbs matched the baby fat in her face as she smiled at him. A girl topless facing a fully dressed man always looks vulnerable, and such was also her case, perhaps even more so due to the mystery shrouding her being.
“Do you like them?” she said, in the same way Elizabeth his elder sister had said to Arthur his younger brother when he spied on them and witnessed the unreal scene where little Arthur kissed and sucked Eliza’s perky tits, revealed through the unthinkable opening of her blouse! The girl wore no corset, and neither did Eliza on that night where their mother was gone to prison to visit his father, who was detained for a gem he had not stolen.
“Do you like them?” she asked again, her voice becoming one with his sister’s as he found himself like a milk-sucking baby, enjoying the unreal opening of her grey-looking dress under the moon while regretting not having showed himself to Eliza, knowing that his sister would probably have accepted an incestuous threesome where she’d have taken him in her mouth after swallowing Arthur’s semen. Eliza seemed to allow anything that wouldn’t get her pregnant.
The mysterious girl was moaning almost silently as she ran alive fingers through his hair. “Yes… Oh, yes! I’m–glad you like my tits. They’re nothing special after all!”
William wanted more! All of her! He pushed her down until she let herself be laid on the forest ground as he further lowered her dress until he was slobbering her slightly fat belly around her navel, and then her moaning intensified as he found himself kissing her muff of intimate hair. She was as cold as death and she might just as well grow sharp canines and suck his blood any second, but he accepted death like a well-deserved fate, and a form of liberation from the weight of his evil deeds and thoughts. But he thought of eternal damnation and grew afraid again.
He realized his tongue was inside her and she was moaning loud and clear with each stroke of his boyish tongue, as he pleasured her randomly like the novice he was. She kept running her fingers through his hair while he learned she tasted just as good as she looked. She had a peculiar smell of fresh earth. And her skin was soft. So soft! Like a dead lily.
“Please please! Take me! Like a man! Any way you want! On top of me. Or with me on my hands and knees! You’ll see I have a nice bottom! Or one after the other, because you’re so young and full of life! Sperm is life! So give me plenty!”
William kissed every inch of her chilly-soft legs as he finished undressing her, realizing she wore nothing under her travel dress, not even a light petticoat. Weird! She had grey eyes that could be blue in daylight, matching her dress. He also realized she wore no shoes, no socks and he kissed her cold feet while caressing her ankles. The sight and feel of her feet made him as hard as a breeding stallion!
Before he knew it, he was on top of her and he uttered one beast of a savage groan as he penetrated her and felt the chilling grip of her pussy, and he shuddered. He wanted out, but she wrapped her legs tightly around him and moaned into his ear…
“Aaaaaaah yeasss! Make me yours! I wanna be your girl! Your own Nastya! Yes! Yes! Breed me!” the cold girl said as he began to instinctively pound her deep in regular strokes, giving her all his heat and desire, fucking her as he intensely thought of his sister Eliza and the erotic sight of her breasts! Eliza was also a nice-looking brunette, perhaps a bit like this mystery girl, but with a warmer complexion, with a tender figure, albeit taller and skinnier, and there was something impertinent in her slightly pointed breasts, while this silvery-moonlight girl had nothing but unreal grace and fullness in her own breasts.
A prisoner of her lust, William wanted to prop himself up on his arms and watch her breasts dance to his strokes, but she kept him wrapped so tightly inside her legs that it was impossible. He buried his face into the nape of her neck and loved the earthly scent of her hair, with the bizarre impression that she had no scent per se and it was him who was making it up. The tight prison of her was very real, and so were her motions under him! And her ever-present moans as she kept running her hands in his hair. He loved this raw act of fucking this strange girl in the forest, among the ferns, overlooked by the tall pines.
“aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH Elizaaaaaaaaaahhhh!” William exploded, fantasizing he was filling up his elder sister as he filled up the mystery girl.
After he remained in her arms for the longest time, William finally managed to break free. He sat and saw a man, a crouching man who had been watching them!
Lance Corporal Armstrong sprung out of his hiding place, and before the naked girl had time to do anything, he was upon her!
“So bloody young! She’s so bloody young!” Armstrong said as he flipped her around, ignoring her protests and soon he had her on all fours and held her hips. She did not resist and had stopped protesting, perhaps feeling that Armstrong was handsome enough for her liking, or perhaps she was just too far gone in her pleasure to refuse him.
“Haaaa, so bloody young!” Armstrong thundered as he penetrated her after dropping his trousers, and he proceeded to mount her with a violence that echoed against the silent trees, joined there in echo by her own moaning cries! She now sounded almost like a wounded animal. But she was in intense pleasure, and she clearly didn’t mind showing her buttocks to this older man!
William watched the intercourse and couldn’t believe how lovely her butt looked! She had full curves with a crack that made them look aristocratic. The beauty of her youthful curves made Armstrong painfully stiff inside her as he kept hammering deep and unrestrained. “So bloody young! So bloody young!” he went on, colliding with her flesh again again and again in this fiesta where he took a girl he had never hoped for.
“Aaaa iii iiii iii aaaaa yes yeesss yess yyess AHHHH YESSSSSS!” the girl uttered as she began to shiver! William realized what was happening.
Armstrong shouted like a dying man and swore to the glory of his Big Ben hard cock as he filled up Nastya with his own personal England and gave her the hottest form of international diplomacy as she rested her head on the earth and received his sauce while resting on her elbows and showing both men the protruding fullness of her curves.
William was already hard again from watching the sweet orgy of collisions between Armstrong and her youth to die for. He replaced the grown man and gave Nastya the full benefit of his own youth as she once more received an English cock on all fours, moaning like a deflowered vestal.
Both soldiers made love to the death-white girl the whole night through. Armstrong felt frightened when she sucked his cock and he found no heat inside her mouth. He pulled out and preferred to masturbate while watching the youngster make a feast of kissing and caressing her legs and feet, then he witnessed the surreal scene where the brave boy allowed the ghastly girl to take him inside her mouth! She clearly was dying to suck a boy’s cock.
Nastya was about just as pretty as an eighteen year-old girl next door, but her pale face looked a lot more erotic as she madly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to lick William’s manhood in little slurping sounds, giving him a silvery spit-polish under the bright moon as she worked his full length, with the hungry eyes of a girl doing this for the very first time.
“A boy my age! At last!” she whispered as her tongue kept meeting Will’s most intimate veins! One hand on his thigh to keep her kneeling balance while the other dainty hand kept a loving hold around his base with her fingers gently massaging his balls. William was grunting and caressing her brown hair with growing frenzy as the pressure went up fast under her insisting tongue. She would kiss his penis, then her cold tongue would circle its head and then she would engulf it and take it as deep as it would go! Then back and forth as her head would bob along it with her mad-love motions!
William detonated! He pulled out of her and gave her face a hot blanket of orgasmic stickiness. The pungent smell filled the air around her.
Mad with lust from watching this, Armstrong rushed at the girl and grabbed her into lying down on the ground, where he avidly sucked her tits!
“So bloody young! So bloody jolly young lady! Young lady! I love your tits! Oh yeah, I love them!” he uttered like a sex lunatic as he engulfed one of her tits in his mouth, giving heat to the moaning girl as he fulfilled his deep fantasy, like the typical man in his mid-life picturing the naked tits of a maiden he sees walking down a busy street in London. Nearly all men keep craving such a young pair of tits until their dying day.
“Aaahhh yes! Those titties! Pale nipples! Circles that tastes like the sugar of life!” he mumbled as he slobbered the tips of Nastya’s tits. “Now, young lady! Now!” he added as he felt the stiff empire of his lust down there. He grew very impatient to punish her with his cock.
He moved higher on top of her, kissed her dead girl’s lips and didn’t mind her chilly lips as he further moved himself and she kissed him back and opened her legs wider to help his entry inside her, and she yelped and let out a hot moan of graveyard fire when the penetration occurred.
William watched as the girl got hammered into the earth at the foot of a tall pine, her moans reaching the dark forest’s canopy and the scudding clouds high up above, and she wrapped her legs around Armstrong, and William looked at her small feet where she crossed her ankles atop her lover, and he saw the earth blackening the soles of her delicate feet as she moaned on under Armstrong’s barrage of grunting love.
This weird girl was so steaming hot, with her feet! Such lovely little feet where all her essence seemed to be summarized in the way she flexed them as she tightened the seal of her legs around Armstrong and let out another series of her deflowered vestal’s whimpers as her entire body shuddered in what was clearly a climax!
William yelled, “Oh girl!” and brandishing his stiff cock, he went right at her, right where her feet and her crossed ankles put the finishing touch to this erotic scene where Armstrong was having the high time of his mid-thirties and began to moan as he kept giving life to her pussy!
The youngster rubbed his cock on Nastya’s feet and began to masturbate like a mental case! He eventually rushed his throbbing thing between her feet, feeling their tenderness mixed with the earth on her soles, and both men grunted together, one deep inside her and passing his edge, the other using her feet as a paradise sport!
Nastya received twice the heat at once when both men roared and shuddered! Armstrong’s rush of sperm filled her up deep inside, while William’s spurting load bathed her feet with a world of male heat! She smiled as she received their loving tribute.
The trio remained like that until dawn. Armstrong gave the same madman’s tribute of kissing and licking to her young ass, the same as he had given her breasts, while William licked all the dirt off her feet. Nastya wasn’t a normal girl and the night’s cold didn’t bother her, but she was absolutely a girl in the way she loved the loving attention she was getting.
The rosy dawn found both men masturbating one last time over her breasts until they spewed the load her youth truly deserved.
Then they wiped their cocks using dead leaves and looked back at her, but she had vanished! The golden bed of birch leaves where she lay a moment before was still right there, but it was empty.
Both soldiers looked at each other.
Armstrong was the first to speak: “We’ve spent the night with her, both of us. I saw her. You saw her too!”
“Yes. I fucked her, and you shagged her too.”
“Yes. Multiple times over. And it was so bloody good!”
“Yes. We made love with… with a surreal girl!”
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