Captain Asen Milkov looked down at the two Germans. The female had half her arm ripped off above the elbow. She sat there making small moaning sounds, while watching the blood drip out onto the snow. Her male companion lay flat on the ground. He had a bullet wound through the back of his neck and wasn't moving.
"Shut those fuck'n dogs up," Milkov yelled to the handler, angry about what they'd done to the woman.
The party of Bulgarian soldiers had intended to hunt boar; departing before dawn, as was their routine. However, as they were about to leave the compound, Corporal Elgin had come running over to say he'd received a message from their informant. He'd told Elgin about deserting two Germans in the forest and gave the position. Normally Captain Milkov would delegate this task. However, because they were already prepared to leave, he'd decided his small group of four, with the addition of two dog handlers would take care of it. Knowing the forest well, they'd easily located the pair.
"Who would have thought we'd have two groups attempt the wire so close together, in the middle of winter, Zogrov? Are they crazy these Germans?" Milkov wondered out loud, to his Sergeant.
"Maybe!" his Sergeant opinioned, with his usual brevity.
"But this is not good Sergeant. She's attractive and would have made a nice addition to those already warming our beds. But those dogs have ripped half her arm off. She's no use to us and the Stassi don't like wounded Germans, even if they have tried to go through the wire to the West."
"The Stassi don't like dead Germans either... but what's to be done" Sergeant Zogrov added.
Milkov looked at his Sergeant to confirm his meaning. Zogrov returned the look, without expression, and Milkov knew what must be done. He often delayed in such cases; was aware his Sergeant knew this, and that the other soldiers knew it as well. He felt them all watching him intently, their respect for their superior officer being paper thin. Milkov steeled himself and turned back to the wounded woman. He drew his pistol.
"No!" the German woman managed to gasp, her eyes widening in terror, before Milkov shot her in the forehead.
She slumped to the ground. Milkov looked again to the Sergeant, who drew his own weapon and shot the prone man in the back of the head. The Germans were clearly dead, but the pair looked to the two veteran soldiers who accompanied them. They too drew their pistols and shot the prone bodies. Finally, the dog handlers did the same.
"Good!" said Milkov, aware they were now all equally implicated. "Have someone bring the sled out and retrieve the bodies before dark, or the wolves will get them."
They left the bodies lying there and headed back to the camp, trudging through the deep snow. No one spoke.
Asen Milkov didn't like putting people to death at close range. The terror in the victim's eyes, in their final moment, reminded him of the look in his mother's eyes, when he'd gone to her house, raised his pistol and shot her dead. In addition, the young woman had been attractive; he would have liked to fuck her, but her arm was gone and he already had a German woman waiting in his cabin. As they continued in silence, his unease turned to anger. He looked to rationalize his actions.
"What to do. A full camp; wounds to tend. We are not Doctors. Nothing for it! They deserved it! Fucking German traitors," he rambled on in his head, becoming increasingly agitated.
Once back at camp Sergeant Zogrov barked orders at his soldiers to go and collect the bodies. Milkov glanced toward his cabin. He knew who awaited him there, but his need for alcohol was stronger. He moved to the mess for a drink, which would help quell his disquiet over the morning's events.
Looking out the window of the cabin, Katrin saw the glance. Her host looked angry and she felt some trepidation. That morning she'd risen, stoked the fire and sat at the small table watching out the window. She'd tried to make some sense of the previous day, following her capture. It had been her choice to come to the commanding officer's cabin, for fear she would have to service many soldiers if she did not. The Bulgarian had got her to pleasure him with her mouth. Katrin was well practiced at this task, and she felt he'd been satisfied with her efforts. However, later he'd returned to the cabin smelling of sex. This perplexed Katrin and she was further puzzled by his leaving the cabin early. As she looked out she saw Corporal Elgin carrying a tray, walking toward the cabin.
"Ahh you are up Fraulein," Elgin said, entering and placing her breakfast tray on the table. "Your Captain returns, but he is not happy."
"Why?"
"That is no matter for you. He will drink for an hour or more and then return to the cabin. You must be ready."
"Ready! How do you mean?"
"He is not pleasant or loving when in such a mood. Ready yourself like a woman needs too for such a man. Here; use this; it will help," he said handing her a tube.
"What is this?" Katrin asked, unable to read the title on the tube.
Elgin looked embarrassed and delayed answering for a few seconds.
"The woman puts it on her... intimate part. It makes it easier for her to accept the man."
"Oh!" exclaimed Katrin, taking his meaning. "And why are you holding such a thing?"
"I hold the camps medicine box and stock it with what I wish. When I'm able, I provide this to the women, such as you, who stay at the camp. You must put it on yourself. It will help. The rest is up to you. Do not deny him. That would be bad. After he leaves, I will return," Elgin ended and departed the cabin.
For some time Katrin toyed with the tube and considered Elgin's advice.
"He must know best," she eventually decided, returning to the bed, stripping from the waist down, before squeezing some of the tube 's contents onto her finger-tips.
Katrin flinched when the cold balm first touched her pussy lips, but proceeded to spread it around. She'd touched herself many times when alone in her bedroom, back in East Germany. Despite her circumstances she soon began to find the sensations pleasurable. Closing her eyes she imagined Jurgen's hand on her breast, his fingers working her pussy. Katrin had just slipped a finger up inside her pussy, when her movements were interrupted by commotion outside the hut. She sat up and looked to see Captain Milkov barking further orders at a group of soldiers. He began to walk her way.
Katrin quickly hid the tube under the mattress and pulled the sheet up over her naked lower body. Milkov crashed the door open with unnecessary force. For a couple of seconds they looked at each other without speaking. Katrin thought he looked tired and drawn.
"Take your clothes off!" came the gruff order, as he began to disrobe.
He'd not bathed in two days and as he shed his clothing, Katrin smelt his pungent male odor, mixed with the stale smell of womanhood. She didn't enjoy his odor, and hoped he wouldn't make her take his cock in her mouth again.
"Get your clothes off, you German slut," the Bulgarian repeated.
Katrin merely drew back the sheet to exhibit her lack of clothing. She made no effort to hide herself from his view, seeing little point.
"Oh ho, ready and waiting for me," Milkov stated, drinking in the attractive German woman's lightly covered pussy.
However, the fleeting pleasure at seeing her pussy for the first time only lasted a second. Milkov closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the visions haunting him. The dead woman in the forest, her scared eyes looking up at him in terror, just before he shot her dead. Milkov didn't want to see that terror-filled face.
"Bastard!" he cursed, the picture refusing to leave.
Eyes still shut tight he again shook his head to rid himself of the vision, but that only brought forth the face of his mother, a bullet hole in her forehead.
Katrin watched all of this, not at all certain what was going on. She looked toward his cock and felt some trepidation, seeing it thick, while still only half hard.
"Get up on your knees and face away from me!" he ordered and Katrin scrambled to kneel upright on the edge of the bed.
Milkov moved to the bed and pulled her back into him. He reached around to roughly maul her still fully clothed breasts.
"Push your ass back hard into me," he demanded, lowering himself so his cock was adjacent to her buttocks.
Milkov pressed his cock into her butt crack. He continued to molest her breasts, while moving himself up and down between her cheeks. He hadn't fucked this beauty previously and the thought of doing so, along with his movements, soon had him growing harder. He spat on his fingers and moved them onto her pussy, surprised to find her already slick with moisture.
"You're already wet. My god; you Germans! Alright then, put your face down on the bed," he ordered, roughly pushing her forward.
"Oh!" Katrin gasped, assuming the position.
The Bulgarian maneuvered Katrin back, so her knees were at the edge; her calves clear of the bed. He pushed between them. Katrin had never been in this position before. The only way she'd fucked with her boyfriend Jurgen was lying on her back. He'd never asked her to do it any other way.
Lying there with her ass in the air, Katrin felt very vulnerable. Her captor prodded all around her intimate areas and for a second she feared he intended to push into her small hole. She was relieved to feel the cock head touch her pussy lips. However, this brought another fear. Despite the lube she'd spread about, she'd had him in her mouth and knew he was larger than Jurgen.
"Please!" she asked, putting a hand back to emphasize her concern.
