Chapter 55 - Field Marshall's Whores
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This is the fifth part of the time travel that Satan gave to Briana during the
celebration of the Black Mass. Briana has been transported to the final days of
the Third Reich. Briana has been taken to Spandau prison for interrogation.
Briana and Ingrid find themselves at the mercy of the Red Army. However, the get
promoted to a higher level of whoredom.
The residence of the Spandau Prison Commander was a separate building set at
the very back of the fortress. Luckily, the large home appeared was untouched by
allied bombs or Red Army artillery. Somehow all the thousands of pieces of
ordinance had missed this impressive brick mansion. The grounds even contained
blooming spring flowers and decorative plants. A group of five bored-looking
soldiers guarded the entrance. As Briana and Ingrid along with the two corporals
approached, the soldiers barred their way.
"You're not allowed to enter," barked the Sergeant in charge of the guard.
"I'm here on the orders of General Orlov. I'm his orderly, Corporal Sergey
Samonovitch."
"And what's your business here?" asked the Sergeant.
"These ladies are to attend a party tonight with the General. They are to
search the residence to find something appropriate to wear."
"No one can enter. Major General Kasanov has issued orders that no one is to
enter the residence. He wants it to remain as it was when Spandau surrendered."
"But my General ordered me to bring them here to look for clothes," said
Corporal Sergey.
"And my general outranks yours, said the Sergeant with an air of finality.
Briana, sensing that Sergey was not getting anywhere, decided to speak
directly to the Sergeant. She stepped forward and spoke.
"Sergeant, General Orlov expects myself and my friend Ingrid to accompany him
to an important function tonight. It's a celebration of the victory of the Red
Army over Germany. Unfortunately, bombing destroyed our homes and all our
belongings. All we have to wear are the dresses we have on." While Briana spoke,
she noticed that the Sergeant was looking at her body in a certain way.
Immediately Briana realized what it was going to take to get the Sergeant to
allow them to enter.
"And you two German whores anxious to fuck a general of the Red Army want to
go inside and steal clothes that now belong to the citizens of the USSR?"
answered the Sergeant.
"Borrow, not steal, we can return them tomorrow after we wear them tonight,"
added Ingrid.
"My commanders orders were very specific. Absolutely no one may enter," said
the Sergeant.
"Is there nothing we can do for you that would make you change your mind?"
asked Briana reaching down and lifting the hem of her skirt to expose her
thighs. The Sergeant eyes and those of his comrades went immediately to what
Briana was offering.
"What do you think Comrades? Are they pretty enough to risk it?" said the
Sergeant to the four others.
"I haven't fucked a German girl in three days," said the Corporal reaching
down to cradle his crotch. "I could use a good fuck."
Briana unbuttoned her front of her dress then reached down and took the
Sergeant's hand and placed it on her breast. Briana also took a wide legged
stance. The meaning of her gesture was unmistakable.
"You can all you want," said Briana pressing her sex forward as one again she
lifted her skirt higher this time to expose her panty.
"Both of you?" asked the Sergeant in a quiet voice allowing his fingers to
press Briana's nipple.
"Yes," replied Briana, "you can have both of us, right Ingrid?"
"Yes, both of us," said Ingrid. "And we won't just lay there either. We'll
make sure you have a good time."
"And my comrades?" asked the Sergeant indicating the other four soldiers who
had become intensely interested in the conversation. Briana saw that two of the
soldiers were Asiatic. She decided that didn't matter. The men on the truck who
raped her included several Cossacks or Circassians. Anatomically, they were the
same as other man. What did it matter if the cock inside you was from Uzbekistan
or Moscow? It was still a man's dick that would fill your pussy with cum after
he thrust in you cunt enough times to climax.
"Yes, your comrades too. First you let us pick out the things we need. Then we
will do what you want," said Briana. Briana wanted to make sure they got what
they needed before they let the soldiers have their way.
"All right, go inside and get what you need, as soon as you're done, you'll
get to pay rent for the clothes," said the Sergeant as she squeezed Briana's
breast.
"We'll only be a minute then you can have all you want of this," said Ingrid
as she raised her skirt to show the soldiers her panties.
Once inside, Briana and Ingrid worked quickly to locate what they needed. They
found the upstairs bedrooms that belonged to the commander's wife and sister.
Briana opened two large suitcases she found in a hall closet. To begin with,
they selected make-up, perfume, and toiletries from the dressing room of the
commander's wife. Next they acquired hose and lingerie. Briana slipped the
Commandant wife's box of jewelry into one of the suitcases. They stuffed several
fancy dress gowns and some every day clothes into the suitcases. The clothes
were beautiful and expensive. Several were from Paris. Shoes were their final
selections. Fortunately, the clothes and shoes of the commander's younger sister
were the exact right size for Ingrid. The commander's eldest daughter was the
same size as Briana. Briana and Ingrid stopped for a moment to admire the many
photographs of the Commander and his family.
"Wonder where they are now?" asked Ingrid.
"I heard he fled to the Americans before the Soviets arrived," replied Briana.
"Traitor," remarked Ingrid.
"Now we have to pay for them," said Briana.
"Yes, let's take our suitcases to the front door. There are couches in the
living room we can use."
The girls placed the two suitcases just inside the entranceway.
"We're taking a lot of stuff. They may object," said Ingrid.
"We'll have to make sure they don't have a reason to complain," answered
Briana, "Let's get undressed and invite them inside."
The two girls took all their clothes off and went to the front door naked.
Briana opened it and spoke.
"Sergeant, we're ready to pay the Red Army for what we're taking."
The Sergeant was smoking a cigarette with the two orderlies. He turned around
and almost did a double take when he saw the two girls standing in the doorway
naked.
"It's like you said, Corporal, they're very willing whores, Raskov, you and I
are going first. The rest of you can drop your spunk in on top of ours," said
the Sergeant.
The Sergeant and a fat corporal quickly slipped inside the front door. The fat
corporal grabbed one of Ingrid breasts in his pudgy hand. His other hand moved
to between her legs. Ingrid spread her legs so his hand could cup her sex.
Ingrid pressed her lips against the Corporals and pushed her tongue into his
mouth.
"Fuck me, I need a good hard fucking," breathed Ingrid into the Corporal's
ear.
"This whore's already wet," said Raskov as he held up his fingers to show the
other soldiers they were glistening with moisture.
"Of course, I'm wet now lets go inside and you can put your dick in me," said
Ingrid.
"There are couches in the room across the hall. Let's go in there and get
comfortable," said Briana reaching down to rub the Sergeant's cock through the
coarse material of his uniform.
"Its hard already," said the Sergeant, "It's really developed a taste for
young German pussy since it arrived in Berlin."
They walked into the well-appointed room that Briana took to be what was
called a "day room." Briana and Ingrid helped the two soldiers to undress. To
Briana, time was of the essence. They had to fuck five soldiers each and get
back in time to dress for the party. It was getting late in the afternoon.
"Sergeant, any chance, that the Captain will come by?" asked the Corporal, "I
would want him to find me fucking some German slut when we're supposed to be on
guard duty." Ingrid was playing with the Corporal's cock as he unbuttoned his
tunic.
"Don't concern yourself. I saw him leaving the Fortress about half an hour
ago. He's going to the Grimwald Frost to meet that friend of his from Leningrad.
His unit liberated over a hundred French girls who worked as slave laborers in a
ball bearing factory hidden in the woods. They're fucking the whore's brains out
before they have to give them back to the Frenchies. They want to teach them a
lesson about working for the Nazis. He won't be back for hours. Fuck her and
don't worry," advised the Sergeant.
"Start by getting down on your knees and sucking my dick, what did you say
your name was?" said the Sergeant sitting down on the couch naked and spreading
his legs.
"Briana, that's my friend Ingrid," answered Briana as she began to lick the
tip of the Sergeant's cock.
"Where does a German whore learn to speak Russian?" asked the Sergeant.
"School, I was hoping to become a translator," lied Briana, "Ingrid was a
classmate."
"So you two whores learned Russian and now you plan to fuck the whole Russian
army so you can get some clothes. I bet you wind up naked tonight getting
pronged by any officer not too drunk to get it hard."
"God I hope so. I've developed a taste for Red Army cock and can't get enough
of it," responded Briana anxious to get serious about sucking the Sergeant's
cock and end the small talk. She reached between the Sergeant's legs and rubbed
a wet finger across his anus. She pressed a fingertip into his sphincter.
"You don't mind if I finger your ass while I suck your dick," Briana asked the
Sergeant?
"Stick your tongue up my ass and taste Soviet Shit," said the Sergeant raising
his legs to better expose his anus.
"Oh, you do that good. There's nothing like a cock sucking German whore, right
Raskov?"
"Yes, This one is good too, just like that girl in Breslau, the German bitch
who was afraid we were going to hurt her baby," answered Raskov.
Behind her, Briana could hear Ingrid noisily sucking on the Corporal's cock.
The Corporal had begun to moan.
"Oh shit, I'm going to cum quick," said the Corporal who then released a load
of semen into Ingrid's mouth. Ingrid sucked the Corporal dry. Briana smiled to
herself as she heard Ingrid swallow. At this rate, they would be back in
General Orlov's quarters before too long.
"That was delicious, Corporal," said Ingrid as she passed her tongue across
his cock head while looking him directly in the eye.
"Damn, Raskov, you always pop too quick, get dressed and send in one of the
others."
"I'm going to smoke a cigarette and then have another go. I always last longer
the second time. How's that one?"
"She sucks like she was born to do it. Next send in Mikal, he knows how to
fuck a German whore," said the Sergeant.
Briana felt a hand touch her shoulder.
"Let me help," said Ingrid as she leaned in to take the Sergeant's cock in her
mouth. Briana switched to sucking on the Sergeant's balls as Briana worked his
cock.
"Hop up here and climb on, Briana," said the Sergeant.
Ingrid heard someone behind her and left Briana's side to help the soldier
called Mikal undress. Mikal wasn't interested in oral sex.
As Briana straddled the Sergeant using one hand to insert his cock in her
pussy, she looked back to see that Mikal had dropped his trousers and was
kneeling in front of Ingrid working his cock into her hole. Ingrid ankles rested
on the tops of Mikal's shoulders.
For the next hour, the two girls sucked and fucked the five soldiers. Both
girls had sex with each of the five. Since it was almost dark, Briana and Ingrid
hurriedly dressed and left when they finished. Their pussies were leaking cum as
they walked back to the general's quarters. The orderlies took the suitcases as
soon as the girls appeared at the exit.
"We have to hurry before the General returns," advised Sergey taking the
suitcases from the girls' hands and walking quickly away from the residence.
When the four got back to the officer's quarters, Alex wanted to fuck the
girls once more but Sergey refused and sent him away.
"We'll screw them tomorrow. The General could arrive any moment," said Sergey
to an obviously disappointed Alex.
Alex left none too happy at not getting another opportunity to have sex with
one of the girls.
"We need to bathe," said Briana, as she and Ingrid stripped off their dresses
and put on robes they took from the Residence.
"There's only a shower room down the hall. Everyone uses it. There will be
other officers in there."
"I'm filthy. I have to clean myself. Show me."
Briana and Ingrid managed to take a warm shower at the cost of having to fuck
only a single Soviet captain who was lucky enough to be showering when the girls
arrived. He even lent them a bar of crude soap. The girls quickly sucked and
fucked him as the hot water cascaded off their bodies.
"Sorry, but we have to hurry back to get ready for a party," said Ingrid as
she straddled the Captain and guided his cock into her hole. The captain wasn't
Russian but Ukrainian. He had a large cock that the girls sucked together at the
start. Ingrid squatted over the captain as he lay on the tiles of the shower
room. She moaned with satisfaction as the captain's cock sunk into her. The
position allowed her to raise and lower her body. Ingrid decided she didn't mind
doing all the work since she was able to control the physical contact. On each
downward plunge, she was able to grind her clit against the hairy groin of the
Ukrainian. It wasn't long before Ingrid commenced a cycle of multiple orgasms
that caused her to twist and writhe as her vagina contracted and gripped the
captain's prick.
"Stand facing her and let her eat your pussy," said the captain to Briana who
had been playing with Ingrid's breasts as she fucked the captain. Briana placed
her sex against Ingrid's mouth. Ingrid hungrily licked and sucked Briana's clit
as she experienced climax after climax.
"Now, to finish it, turn around and piss in my mouth," said the captain. Even
though the idea of urinating in someone's mouth had never occurred to Briana,
she obeyed the captain and let go a stream of pee that splashed first on the
captain's face and then into his open mouth. Briana squatted with her urethra
only a few inches above the Captain's mouth. She held her labia open with her
fingers as she unleashed a wide stream of urine. The captain gulped down
mouthful after mouthful of Briana's yellow fluid as he raised his hips to thrust
his cock into Ingrid pussy. After the captain climaxed, the girls finished their
bath and rushed back to the room to get ready.
"I never heard of pissing in someone's mouth," said Briana as they walked back
to the General's room.
"He's a fucking Ukrainian. They're a filthy race of people," commented
Sergey.
When they got back, General Orlov had returned and was already dressed. He
looked very handsome in his dress uniform. His chest was covered in medals and
citations. Briana found herself looking forward to having sex with Dimitri and
Ingrid after they returned from the party.
General's quarters or not, it was a small room. The General watched as Briana
and Ingrid shed their robes and began to work on their hair and make-up in the
nude. General Orlov took a long look at the two girls and felt his cock
hardening.
"I'll go down early and have a drink. If I stay, I'm going to wind up fucking
the two of you and we'll never get to the party. Sergey will bring you to me
when you are finished." announced the General.
The two girls spent considerable time on their appearance. Fortunately the
evening clothes fit. Briana wore a navy blue gown while Ingrid wore a dark green
dress. The hair and make-up took a while but when it was done they were
surprised at how sophisticated they looked. As they were about to leave, Briana
and Ingrid took one final look in the mirror. What they saw was no longer
schoolgirls but beautiful young women.
"Is this how a whore is supposed to look?" asked Ingrid as they admired their
image in the glass.
"I've fucked nine Communists today and I liked it. I liked the things we did
with the soldiers. I'm definitely a whore now," said Briana.
"Someone else will probably put his cock in us before midnight, maybe more
than one," said Ingrid. "I can't seem to get enough sex. It feels so good to
have a man inside me."
The evening had not gone as Briana thought. It was toward midnight that Briana
and Ingrid found themselves sitting on the knees of Field Marshall Gregory
Konstaninovitch Zhukov. Marshall Zhukov was a large man and there was room for
him to hold Briana on his right knee and Ingrid on his left. The front of Briana
gown was unbuttoned and one of her breasts exposed. The Marshall was openly
fondling her breast as Briana and Ingrid kissed his neck, ears, and face.
Briana knew the Marshall had just had his forty- ninth birthday and that he,
more than any other Soviet officer, had contributed to the defeat of the
Wermacht. First at Stalingrad and later at Kursk, Zhukov had created the wining
strategies that had devastated the German army. Briana buried her mouth in the
Marshall's neck as he leaned down to suck on her exposed nipple. Briana and
Ingrid's skirts were up around their waist exposing the tops of their silk
stockings.
Ever so often, Briana and Ingrid would stop kissing the Marshall and
passionately kiss each other then return to Zhukov's face and neck. Zhukov had
been encouraging the girls to kiss and play with each other's breasts.
The night had started off hours before with a cocktail reception. That part
had reminded her of the Embassy receptions she had been allowed to attend with
her parents. Everyone seemed on their best behavior. Both girls hung on to
General Orlov's arm as he walked through the crowd of general officers. The
attendance was limited to general officers. Briana could not see a single
colonel.
Several officers asked to be introduced to Ingrid and Briana. The fact that
both girls were able to carry on a conversation in Russian caused something of a
stir. Briana had only met one Soviet officer that spoke German and that had been
the NKVD general that kept her from being shot when the chancery was taken.
There were many young German girls attending but few spoke any Russian. There
were a number of very pretty Russian girls at the party. Briana was aware that
above a certain rank, an attractive female Russian soldier accompanied a general
officer as a paramour. It was a practice followed in the German army and there
were rumors that the American army had more female soldier who served as whores
than the Allied and Axis armies combined.
Marshall Zhukov had arrived midway through the reception. He was accompanied
by a tall dark haired beauty whose facial features blended the high cheek bones
of the Slav with the almond eyes of Asia. The Marshall greeted General Orlov
warmly. They exchanged pleasantries as the girls stood beside the general.
"And who do we have here?" asked the Marshall gesturing toward Ingrid and
Briana.
"Briana and Ingrid, not only the two prettiest girls in Berlin but also some
of the very few that speak Russian," responded General Orlov.
"They're so young. You should be ashamed, General Orlov. How old are you?"
asked the Marshal in Russian.
"Fifteen, Field Marshall," replied Ingrid.
"And where are your parents?"
"Mine are dead, killed by bombs," responded Ingrid. That was true. Both Ingrid
parents had been killed during a raid on Cologne.
"My father was captured at Normandy. He is a Prisoner of War in Canada. The
last I heard my mother was still on our estate in the Rhineland," said Briana.
Briana's mother had managed to call her the day after the Americans arrived.
Briana had been amazed the telephones still worked. Briana recalled the
conversation.
"Are the Americans treating you well?" asked Briana.
"They're being very nice, Tommy, that's General Roundtree has been very
gallant. He's assigned a squad of military police to guard the chateau."
Briana knew her mother well enough to know that she would wield her beauty and
charm to make sure that no harm came to the castle or the lands. If that meant
sleeping with an American General, then it would be done. Her father would not
be critical of his wife doing all in her power to protect an estate that had
been in the family for generations.
"A landowner, you are part of the nobility then?" asked the Marshall.
"Yes, my father is a Baron, but we do not use those titles anymore," answered
Briana. That was true. Use of nobility titles had been largely discarded after
the Kaiser abdicated at the end of World War I.
"Well, Comrade General, you have been sleeping with nobility," said Marshall
Zhukov to General Orlov.
"I was not aware of it. I only found Ingrid and Briana the day before
yesterday," replied General Orlov. He looked a little uneasy at finding out that
Briana was part of minor German nobility.
"Too busy making love to ask such unimportant details, I can't say I blame
you, they are very beautiful," said the Marshall with a smile, "Natasha, you sit
with General Orlov, I'll dine with Briana and Ingrid." Zhukov said to the female
solder at his side. She nodded her assent and immediately placed her hand on the
General's arm.
Effectively, Marshall Zhukov had pulled rank to take Ingrid and Briana from
General Orlov. If General Orlov was disappointed he hid it well. He could hardly
refuse to allow the two girls to sit with the Field Marshall. Natasha didn't
seem surprised at what happened. Briana assumed it wasn't the first time that
she had been traded off when the Marshall saw someone new he wanted to try.
During dinner the two girls and the Marshall had a very animated conversation
about the future of Europe. The Marshall seemed surprised the two girls were as
knowledgeable about European politics as they were. The education at the girl's
school had been very rigorous and the girls had been selected not only for pure
Aryan beauty but also intelligence. The children they were to produce were to be
not only beautiful but also highly intelligent.
Toasts of ice-cold vodka were repeatedly made during the meal. At some point,
Briana felt the Marshall's hand on her knee. She reached down and took his wrist
and moved the hand up toward her sex. She gave the Marshall a warm smile as he
looked at her in surprise.
"Only fifteen and so much a woman of the world," said the Marshall.
"It is an age when one grows up very quickly or one doesn't grow up at all,"
responded Briana.
"Does your friend Ingrid share your views?" asked the Marshall.
"Yes, we both hope and plan to survive," responded Briana.
"No matter what it takes?" asked the Marshall moving his hand to Briana's
crotch and rubbing his fingers against her sex.
"No matter what it takes," declared Briana as she reached down to feel the
hard cock of the Marshall and give it a long slow sensuous stroking.
Briana watched as the Marshall made a motion that indicated his other hand was
on Ingrid's leg. Ingrid sensing what was happening, moved the Marshall's hand to
where it touched the crotch of her silk panties.
One of the stranger aspects of the evening was that Briana found herself
attracted to the gruff soldier. In spite of the hostility between Germans and
Russians, she felt comfortable with the highly intelligent commander. Goebbels
and his Russian counterparts had painted their opponents as less than human.
However, both she and Ingrid found herself laughing and singing with the
Marshall.
Marshall Zhukov in no way reminded her of her urbane, cosmopolitan father who
was more diplomat than warrior. As the evening wore on, the two girls found many
things to talk about with the Marshall. He surprised them by telling them he had
fought for Czar Nicholas II in the First World War and had almost joined the
White Army. It turned out his parents were members of the minor Russian
nobility.
It was early morning when the two girls and Marshall Zhukov returned to his
quarters at the Fortress Commander's residence. The Sergeant who had screwed
Briana and Ingrid that afternoon was on guard duty when they approached with the
Field Marshall. He gave them both a look of grudging respect as they entered the
building arm in arm with the Soviet Union's best known and most successful field
commander.
The two girls helped the Marshall undress. As soon as he was naked, he lay
back on the big bed with his back bolstered by two large pillows. He began to
stroke himself. He had a sizeable cock.
"Undress each other, slowly, I love to watch pretty girls take each other's
clothes off," said the Marshall as he masturbated.
Briana and Ingrid slowly stripped one another. They engaged in long passionate
kisses as they removed articles of clothing. When they were completely naked,
they lay down at the foot of the bed and made love to each other's sex.
"You two are breathtakingly beautiful. One of you climb on my cock while I eat
the other's pussy," order the Field Marshall.
Ingrid straddled the Field Marshall's cock and slipped it into her already wet
hole. Briana straddled the Marshall's face as she lowered herself to allow his
tongue to reach her hole. The Marshall's tongue busily licked and sucked at her
clitoris. Briana felt Ingrid mouth on her ass. Briana relaxed and enjoyed the
double mouth action.
"Switch," directed the Marshall repeatedly. The girls changed positions
several times before the Marshall finally released his semen in Ingrid cunt.
"That was incredible," said the Marshall as he relaxed.
"We are going to suck you hard and fuck you again," said Briana.
The Marshall was astounded that the two girls working together were able to
make him climax four times before he fell asleep completely relaxed and
satisfied. The next morning he complemented them.
"We've made love all night. I haven't done that in many years. You are much
better than Natasha but don't tell her I said that. She tries very hard. Her
father was a good friend," said the Marshall when they were done. The two girls
were curled up on each side of the Marshall. The sun was coming up when Briana
closed her eyes.
It was afternoon when Briana and Ingrid were awakened by Zhukov's orderly,
Sergeant Vasilov. The Marshall had apparently dressed and left. Briana assumed
that the Sergeant like General Orlov's orderly expected to have sex with them
when the Marshall was absent.
"Get up, eat, dress, hurry, we have to be at the airport in two hours,"
announced the Sergeant pulling the covers off the naked girls.
"Airport?" asked Briana.
"Yes, the Marshall has two week's leave scheduled. Stalin himself has ordered
him to rest. You are to accompany him," said the Sergeant.
"Where," asked Ingrid?
"None of your business now get dressed. I brought your things from General
Orlov's quarters," said the Sergeant pointing to the two suitcases that the
girls had taken from that very same building the day before.
"Is there anything to eat?" asked Briana.
"I'm not surprised you're hungry. There's soup and bread in the dining room.
The Marshall said the two of you screwed him all night. I heard him tell his
aide, Colonel Antonov that he hadn't been so hard since he was a cadet in the
military academy of St. George. That's why you two are going to Yalta," said the
Sergeant.
Two hours later, Ingrid and Briana were seated in the back of a Turpolev
multi-engine aircraft flying toward the Crimea. Seated nearby was Natasha.
Natasha informed the girls that as a reward for capturing the Chancellery on May
1, Stalin had insisted that Zhukov spend two weeks at Stalin's resort home or
dacha located near Yalta on the Crimean Sea.
"You'll be expected to have sex with me. The Marshall likes to watch women
have sex with one another," said Natasha matter of factly.
"That's not a problem. He watched us made love to one another, last night,"
said Ingrid.
"You should know I'm Jewish. I hate the Germans. A company of the Hermann
Goering Division killed my parents at Kiev. They raped my mother, two sisters
and me while they made my father and older brothers watch. Afterwards, they shot
us and threw us in a ditch. But I wasn't dead. Some peasants pulled me out and
hid me. They got me to a hospital and I survived. I joined the army. I hoped to
fight and kill Germans. But they said I was too pretty and they made me into a
whore for the officers. Marshall Zhukov was kind enough to make me his
companion. I try to be grateful. But the problem is that I'm still afraid of men
and aren't very good at sex. The Marshall knew my father so he took me in as his
army wife. Nevertheless, I'm still just a Field Marshall's whore. At times, like
last night, he loans me out to others. General Orlov was very nice but I could
tell he would have much preferred to have you two in his bed. He told me he was
going to miss you, Briana."
"Natasha, our situation is not all that different. Russians raped both of us.
They raped Ingrid in a Berlin square while hundreds watched. I was beaten and
raped ten times by Don Cossacks in the back of a truck while on my way to
Spandau Fortress. Since then we have survived by sleeping with whoever wants us.
Ingrid is also an orphan. British bombers killed her parents. Mine are in the
custody of the Americans."
"We're two young girls trying to survive. Whatever the Marshall wants we will
do and willingly. If that includes making love to you, a Jewess, then we will
make the best of it. Honestly, I find you very beautiful and desirable. I plan
to enjoy sex with you," said Briana who then leaned forward to kiss Natasha on
the lips. Ingrid joined in the embrace as the three girls kissed.
