Chapter 57 - Potsdam
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This is the seventh 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. Beria has taken Briana and Ingrid to Potsdam to meet Stalin.
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Briana and Ingrid were in the rear seats of a confiscated Wermacht staff car
racing toward Potsdam. Potsdam was known as the imperial city. It was located
about 40 kilometers outside Berlin. Briana knew that Potsdam was where Fredrick
The Great had built his famous palace, Sans Souci. But Allied bombs had heavily
damaged it. The Ceciluhoff Palace was a huge rambling structure that had escaped
bomb damage. Briana had been in the Ceciluhoff Palace many years ago with her
mother.
"You look very beautiful,' whispered Briana to Ingrid seeking to bolster both
of their confidences.
"I just hope it's quick,' said Ingrid squeezing Briana's hand.
"We're not dead yet," said Briana. "We will find a way out of this."
The two girls had recovered from the whipping and gang rape at Yalta. They
both looked blonde, tanned and healthy. They also looked very young and
beautiful. Briana was wearing the emerald necklace that Marshall Zhukov had
given her.
"Maybe we can get away and find the Americans," whispered Briana.
"Get away from the NKVD, is that possible?" answered Ingrid.
"We must try. This may be our last chance."
When they arrived, they were hurriedly ushered into a small waiting room.
Beria walked in with them but didn't speak or acknowledge the girls in any way.
The two girls were directed to sit down on a couch on the far side of the room.
After a period of quiet waiting, a Colonel came and summoned Beria to another
room. Someone forgot to completely close the door between the two rooms. The
girls were able to listen to the conversation.
"Comrade Stalin, I brought proof of Marshall Zhukov's treason's against the
state. The war criminals are waiting in the next room," said Beria.
"Comrade Beria, you went too far this time. Field Marshall Zhukov called me
and demanded I punish you for invading his dacha, whipping and sexually
assaulting his military aide. He was incensed over the mistreatment and arrest
of two young ladies that were helping him to improve the morale of wounded
general officers" said a voice that spoke with a heavy Georgian accent. Briana
could only assume that the speaker was Joseph Stalin.
"The two young ladies are Nazi war criminals of the worst kind. They are
Hitler Youth trained as snipers. One of them was known as the Angel of Death.
She accounted for over ninety of our Red Army soldiers during the siege of the
Reich Chancellery and Hitler's Bunker."
"Comrade Beria, please understand two points. First, Marshall Zhukov is the
Red Army's most famous and respected soldier. Our propaganda has portrayed him
as second to only myself in achieving our victory. I cannot hand him over to the
NKVD because he likes two young German sluts. Secondly, we have now won the war
and gained control over a major portion of Germany. It's important that the
German people under our control view the Soviet Union in a positive light. I
intend to immediately stop the executions of all but a few of the top Nazis. We
cannot rule a country where we are hated and despised. Finally, one day I will
give Marshall Zhukov to you, Lavrenti. But that will be when and where I decide,
not you. Understood?"
"Yes, Comrade Stalin."
"Now, you've made me curious. You tell me there are two highly dangerous Nazi
war criminals in the other room. Marshall Zhukov tells me a completely different
story. I want to meet them."
"Pull your skirt up a couple of inches," whispered Briana to Ingrid. The two
girls exposed their knees.
Seconds later in strode Joseph Stalin. Briana and Ingrid slowly stood up.
Briana was surprised at Stalin's small stature. He was definitely not a big man.
"These are your war criminals? They're just two very pretty young girls, very
pretty I would say," said Stalin looking at Beria incredulously.
"May I speak, Comrade Stalin?" asked Briana in Russian.
"Ah, she's not only pretty but speaks Russian in a lovely voice. No wonder
Zhukov was enchanted. Go ahead, tell us what you have to say, Comrade."
"Comrade Beria is correct in that we were both in the Deutscher Madel and
trained as snipers in the final months of the war. I did fight in the defense
of the Chancellery as Comrade Beria described. My friend, Ingrid, was also a
sniper but in a unit that surrendered without combat to the Red Army. She did
not kill anyone. If anyone is to be executed, it should be me, not Ingrid."
"So you are the one they called the Angel of Death. When I talked to the Field
Marshall during the siege of the Chancellery, he said there was a female sniper
who almost single handedly was holding up the attack. Any Red Army officer who
showed his face was a dead man. Entire assault companies were left without
officers. He learned from a captured soldier that the sniper was a young girl
they called the Angel of Death. We thought it was more of Goebbels nonsense but
I see that it is true."
"Yes, Comrade Stalin, they called me Angel," said Briana.
"And do you speak Russian as well as your friend?" asked Stalin of Ingrid.
"My Russian is not as good as Briana's but I had a chance at Yalta to improve
it, Comrade Stalin,' said Ingrid.
"Did the Field Marshall know he was making love to someone who helped keep him
from achieving his objective?"
"No, Comrade Stalin, we did not tell the Field Marshall anything other than we
were in school," said Briana.
"How old are you?" asked Stalin?
"We are both fifteen years old," answered Ingrid in her best Russian.
"Fifteen, beautiful, dressed very prettily, speaking fluent Russian, why would
the Field Marshall ask any questions. Comrade Beria, however, is somewhat immune
to the charms of the opposite sex."
"The Field Marshall asked us to help him raise the morale of wounded officers
who were at a nearby hospital in Yalta," added Ingrid.
"And I have a very complete report on exactly how you went about it. Marshall
Zhukov should have understood the dacha staff reports to me not him. Comrade
Beria, I know you are very busy. I won't keep you."
"Yes, I have to return to Moscow tonight, Captain bring these two."
"No, they're staying with me for now. I want to question them further about
the last days of the Reich Chancellery. I understand our Angel witnessed the
burning of her Fuehrer's body."
"That is correct, Comrade Stalin," answered Briana.
"I will take my leave," said Beria.
The girls watched as Comrade Beria strode out, obviously in a terrible mood.
Briana thought to herself that somewhere someone was going to die because
Comrade Deputy was in such a bad humor.
"If I had let you go with him, he would have killed you as soon as he gotten
far enough away that I wouldn't have heard the shots or possibly your screams,"
said Stalin.
"We're very grateful, Comrade Stalin," remarked Ingrid.
The two girls stood still as Stalin moved closer. He looked very closely at
them for a moment. No one made a sound.
"Turn around," said Stalin. Stalin was ignoring the fact that his military
aide and personal servant were still in the room along with two guards.
The two girls turned their backs toward Stalin coming between the girls and
placing his arms around their shoulders.
"Exquisite, Comrade Zhukov has excellent taste," said Stalin as he ran his
hand down the girl's backs and felt their rear. He allowed his hand to linger
there. Briana pressed her bottom against Stalin's hand.
"Briana, it was reported that you were not repulsed by the appearance of
General Kornilov. In fact, I was told you made love to him while other's
watched. His scars did not frighten you as they did his wife. Elsa Kornilov has
refused to come near him since he was wounded."
"The General's scars were won honorably in battle. They should be treated as
symbols of pride and bravery."
"When General Kornilov found out from Marshall Zhukov that Beria had taken
you, he called me and begged me to protect you from Beria. He even threatened to
return his Order of Lenin if any harm came to you. Strange how feminine beauty
can attract such devotion."
Ingrid felt the hem of her skirt being raised. A hand slipped inside her panty
to caress her buttock. Ingrid moaned slightly as she spread her feet a few
inches wider to allow Stalin to slip his hand into the cleft between her
buttocks.
"I don't deserve such concern from General Kornilov but I am thankful for it,"
responded Briana with a slight moan. She found the feeling that Stalin was
feeling her butt erotic. At the dacha on the Crimea, Briana and Ingrid had
discovered sex was infinitely more erotic if others were watching you. The fact
that Stalin's aide-de-camp and several guards were observing Stalin running his
hands over their bottoms was exciting the girls and causing them to feel a
growing warmth between their legs. Ingrid was also shifting her weight to press
back against his hand. Briana smiled at an aide who was uncomfortably watching
Stalin grope the two young girls.
"Follow me," said Stalin as he stepped back and walked quickly away.
Both girls followed Stalin down the cavernous central room of the palace. As
they moved through the room, Briana and Ingrid were able to see down a long
hallway at the end of which was an American flag and two American Marines in
dress uniforms. Briana realized that the Americans were located in that wing of
the palace.
After a considerable walk they reached the USSR's wing of the Ceciluhoff and
entered Stalin's private apartment.
"Dimitri, we are not to be disturbed," said Stalin to his servant as they
approached his bedroom door.
"Undress me," ordered Stalin as soon as they entered the room. Briana and
Ingrid were aware that Stalin was now sixty-six years old. His skin was wrinkled
and his hands and face were covered with liver spots. Stalin's complexion was
stark white in contrast to their dark tan. Briana guessed that like Hitler,
Stalin's life had been hard, especially in the early years when the Czar had
exiled him to Siberia. Briana and Ingrid knew that he would expect them to do
everything. The two girls carefully unbuttoned the white military tunic and hung
it over a nearby valet. Stalin sat down on the bed as the two girls untied his
shoes and removed them.
Impulsively, Briana pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him. She found
herself laughing as she pressed her tongue into his ear. Stalin laughed too.
"That tickles," responded Stalin surprised at the relaxed and spontaneous
behavior of Briana.
"I'm glad. I was finding this much too solemn," said Briana, "What do you
think Ingrid? Shouldn't Comrade Stalin just relax and let us take care of his
needs?"
"I agree. Comrade Stalin should lie back and enjoy himself, two fifteen year
old girls are going to fuck him for as long as he can take it," said Ingrid
removing Stalin's socks and ticking the soles of his feet.
Stalin laughed again and tried to twist away but Brian straddled his chest to
keep him from moving. Briana returned to using her tongue on his ear as Ingrid
ticked his feet and calves. After a few seconds the girls stopped ticking him.
Ingrid placed his big toe in her mouth and began to slowly suck it. Briana
reached behind to unzip her dress. She let the bodice fall forward as she
unhooked her brassiere. She pulled the brassiere off and flung it aside with
abandon. The orgies with Marshall Zhukov had given Briana and Ingrid opportunity
to study what kind of woman really pleased men who had spent the last years in a
war that many of their comrades did not survive. Lovers who not only were good
sexual partners but who made them laugh and be happy were the most sought after.
"They're lovely,' said Stalin admiring Briana's breasts.
"Here, suck my nipples, Joseph," said Briana leaning forward to place her
breast in Stalin's mouth. He responded by wrapping his lips around the pink bud
and licking it with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, that's so very nice, now do the other one," said Briana as she pushed her
other breast into Stalin's eager mouth.
Briana performed a half turn but stayed straddle of Stalin. She pulled her
skirt up as she moved to expose her pantied bottom. Briana commenced to unbuckle
Stalin's trousers.
"Do you like my ass?" asked Briana as she pulled one side of the loose fitting
panty aside to reveal the tanned flesh of her rear.
"Yes, it's beautiful."
"And do you like what Ingrid is doing to your toes?"
"Very much, I'm already hard."
"We're going to finish undressing you. Then we're going to suck your cock and
do other nasty things," said Briana as she pushed down Stalin's trousers and
underwear to reveal his hard cock.
"Pull Comrade Stalin's trousers off, Ingrid" said Briana. Ingrid who was
busily sucking Stalin's toes ceased her efforts and helped Briana wrestle off
Stalin's pants and underwear. The girls quickly finished undressing the Soviet
Union's supreme leader. Ingrid carefully folded the uniform trousers along the
crease and placed them on the wooden valet. She lined up the shoes properly with
the valet then folded Stalin's underwear and placed it on the valet shelf.
"Are all German girls this neat?" asked Stalin watching Ingrid handle his
clothes.
"We are both neat and capable of pleasing a man with our mouth," said Briana
as she leaned forward and took the head of Stalin's cock in her mouth.
"Oh yes, you are everything Marshall Zhukov said you were," breathed Stalin
as he closed his eyes and allowed the girls to pleasure him.
Stalin had spoken in response to Briana's taking his hard cock in her mouth
and wrapping her lips first around the tip then going down until the head of his
cock reached her throat and pushed inside the tight opening. Ingrid carefully
placed her mouth around one of Stalin's balls as Briana sucked the shaft.
Stalin busied himself playing with Briana's ass as the two girls worked on his
cock. She raised her buttocks so he could part her cheeks and examine her
asshole.
"You want to make love to my ass?" asked Briana playfully.
"Yes," responded Stalin sticking out his tongue.
Briana scooted back to where his tongue could reach her puckered hole. He
licked across the anus and felt a slight twitch in the surface. Stalin realized
he was becoming more aroused that he had been in years.
In a matter of seconds, he surprised himself by climaxing into Briana's
mouth. For the last few years, orgasms had not come easily to Stalin. A chronic
workaholic lifestyle further exacerbated by the strain of the war had left
Stalin with little energy or enthusiasm for women. Although he was supplied with
a constant stream of pretty young Soviet girls, he found for the most part that
it was difficult to achieve an erection let alone reach a climax. Even though
the girls were attractive and willing enough, they were too passive and overawed
by the act of being in bed with the Supreme Leader to take an active part. But
Briana and Ingrid were different. When Zhukov had called Stalin to prevent
Beria from executing the two girls, he told Stalin that the two girls were
extraordinary sexual partners.
"Beria is wrong. They are not war criminals. Frankly, I brought them to Yalta
because they made an old man feel young again. I haven't been so hard in fifteen
years," was how Zhukov phrased it. "They made me climax four times in a single
night. I haven't done that since I was a cadet at the military academy."
Stalin had not been interested enough in sex to think about what Zhukov had
said until he saw the two girls. He had almost decided to allow Beria to execute
them just to teach Zhukov a lesson. But when he observed how beautiful they
were, he changed his mind. Once he saw them standing in the meeting room looking
like a fifteen-year-old girl dressed as a twenty five year old woman, he changed
his mind. As he emptied his cock in Briana's mouth, he decided he had made the
right decision.
"We're going to get undressed now," announced Ingrid beginning to slip out of
her dress. In a matter of moments, the two naked girls were up on the bed
working to get his cock hard once again. Stalin relaxed as Ingrid pulled his
skinny legs up so Briana could use her mouth on his asshole. Briana ignored the
large rosette of hemorrhoid tissue that framed Stalin's anus. Briana licked and
sucked the loose protruding tissue until it was coated with her saliva. Stalin
moaned as her warm wet tongue caressed his brown hole. Briana held his ass
cheeks apart and used her lips and tongue to massage his butt hole open.
"Comrade Stalin, you don't mind if we suck your asshole for a while, it's nice
and open, I can see inside, " asked Ingrid.
"No, go ahead," was all Stalin could manage. None of the Russian girls he
bedded had been so depraved and uninhibited.
Stalin was hard again in a matter of minutes. Ingrid sucked his cock while
Briana tongued his asshole. Briana carefully worked a finger inside his asshole
and began to rub his prostrate. Stalin realized he was hard again.
Ingrid straddled him and slipped his cock into her cunt. Stalin heard her
grunt then felt a powerful squeeze of his cock by her contracting vagina. With
Ingrid fucking his cock as Briana finger fucked his asshole, he climaxed for the
second time.
Without breaking stride, the girls curled up on each side of Stalin for a
short break. They slowly caressed his cock and balls as they kissed his body.
Ingrid kissed and sucked on his nipples. Briana gently sucked his balls and
licked the underside of his flaccid cock. After several minutes of slow careful
attention, Stalin was once more erect. This time Briana straddled him slipping
his cock into her hole. She positioned her feet under her and began to raise and
lower herself. Briana concentrated on creating as much pleasure as possible for
Stalin. Stalin felt an incredible surge of erotic sensations as her cunt muscles
massaged his cock on both the upward and downward stroke. Ingrid positioned her
pussy over Stalin's mouth. Without hesitating, he began using his tongue to lick
his own semen out of her pussy. The third climax took much longer but finally he
ejaculated into Briana's pussy.
"I must rest now," was all Stalin could say as he turned over and fell asleep.
The girls carefully covered him. Ingrid and Briana took a seat in a nearby
armchair. Briana and Ingrid watched the clock.
"We'll wait one hour then let's dress and go find the Americans," whispered
Briana.
