Chapter Four: Property of the SS
Once again let me reiterate that I have no Nazi sympathies and find the fascist cause abhorrent. This is just a story! Enjoy.
After she sucked her young tormentor and he came in her face she had to satisfy the others as well nearly gagging at the Tartars smell. She was caked in dried and drying jizz and sobbing at their feet but her fellow countrymen still had plans for Natasha and slapped her onto all fours, cursing her all names under the sun. The youngster once again took his turn first, roughly mounting her like a bitch with no fore play or no concern about the hurt his dick caused her dry cunt. It was over quickly as he shot his load up her. The next two were easier since she was lubricated with spunk. The tartar had other ideas though! She felt his spit run down the crack of her ass where his dirty fingers massaged his phlegm into her tight ass hole. The petite girl tried to protest but was silenced with a slap to her face from one of the others who were standing before her laughing and joking at her plight. The tartar pressed the head of his short but fat cock into the entrance of her virgin arse hole. The teen from the train squatted down in front of her so that he could look into her eyes as she was getting violated. "You're liking this aren't you, you little whore!"
She shook her head tears streaming down her sperm encrusted face biting her lower lip because the pain and humiliation. The tartar was now half way up her back passage and grunting with each millimetre he forced into her.
"Fuck this bitch has a tight arse I think I'm the first man to have his cock up there!"
The youngster in front of her grinned at her, "That true cunt? Nobody ever ass fucked you before now?"
She shook her head meekly and tried to avoid his questioning glare.
"Well we better break you in for our German hosts as a sign of our goodwill."
With an almighty push the tartar imbedded him self deep into her forcing her to scream in agony! She felt like she was split in half, panting like a dog trying to wiggle free from his vice like grip but it was futile; she was pinned down by the stocky Tartar. He quickened his pace, sweat pouring from him onto her, pumping, grinding as he came deep into her bowels. He with drew his member from her aching hole and moved in front of her ordering her to clean his cock with her mouth. Natasha looked at the slimy filthy cock with revulsion refusing to open her mouth. The Tartar impatient with her refusal to comply slapped her face several times leaving her no choice but to obey. As she licked and sucked the dirty member in front of her another cock filled her ass and began buggering her. Sometime during her ordeal she passed out and sweet oblivion engulfed her.
Natasha woke up with a start as the door was noisily opened, the changing room was empty bar her and she wondered where her fellow country men had gone too. She wasn't given much time to ponder the whereabouts of her compatriots as the SS Captain strode over towards her.
"Look at the state of you! You fucking Bolshevik whore!"
