by Henry Morgan
The men handed their empty plates to be cleaned and enjoyed their drink and a smoke while the girls did their chores. It amazed David how two strangers, who could only communicate through gestures and translation, had become so relaxed in each other’s company in such a short space of time. Maybe it was what they shared; life experiences that only came with age and the ownership of younger females.
The girls came back to see their men about to pour more vodka, and were handed cups of their own to drink. Teena and Mishka took theirs with a smile and passed each other a knowing look; David rarely gave them alcohol unless he was feeling aroused or wanted them to perform for him. He also offered them some loki and the girls settled at their men’s feet – fed, watered and in a dizzy haze.
David watched Natalya grimace at the taste of the strong drink, and she gave a tiny cough when the loki seared her throat. He watched the young Nentsy and wished he could ease that ticklish throat with a tincture of his sperm. He transferred his attention to his own girls and consoled himself in their beauty, and the fact that they would service him more than adequately in the absence of Natalya.
The evening finished with the two men playing backgammon on a homemade board with the tokens made from tusk and antler. As the game drew to a close the girls prepared two beds and secured the door drapes, trapping the layer of loki that hung in a twilight cloud upon the vodka fumes. The board was packed away and David made clear his thanks for all that had been done for them that day by bowing deeply in front of Fyodor. Fyodor returned the gesture, smiled and pointed to the bed, indicating it was lights out soon. David pulled back the heavy covers and bumped into Natalya as he did so.
‘Sorry,’ he blurted, ‘I thought this was ours.’ He moved to the other bed and attempted to climb into that, but Natalya was right next to him. He was confused – more so when he heard Teena and Mishka giggle. ‘What?’ he asked them. ‘Am I doing something wrong?’ He cast a glance at Fyodor and saw that he also looked puzzled. Then Fyodor called Natalya over and she obeyed by moving to his side. The old man then spoke and his tone was colder than it had been earlier. David turned to the girls.
‘What have I done?’
‘You hurt him,’ Mishka replied.
‘How?’ David asked. ‘What does he want?’
The girls struggled with David’s English, then Teena replied, ‘He wants nothing.’
‘Then what?’
Fyodor showed him what by lifting his young wife’s skirt and exposing her to everyone in the van. Natalya’s eyes were fixed firmly on a saucepan hanging behind David’s head. The penny still never dropped for David, and he noticed that all eyes were upon him. They were obviously expecting him to do something, but all that filled his mind was the dark triangle of pubic tundra that kept Natalya’s sex warm through the icy northern climes. He remained motionless and a definite air of tension descended amongst them.
‘You must take Natalya,’ said Teena. ‘Fyodor is upset.’
Slowly the penny began to turn. This was Nentsy hospitality, David realised. He was being offered this beautiful girl for the night simply because he was a guest. The penny hit the floor with an almighty clang. It was an honour and one he was glad to reciprocate. He motioned for the girls to undress and the van was once again a cheery haven. Fyodor spanked Natalya smartly on the bottom and sent her over to David with one push of his hand. The girl fell into his arms, but she refused to look at him. Mishka spoke to her and she answered.
‘It is her first time with another man,’ Mishka informed him. ‘She is scared. You are white. She says what will you do to her.’
For the briefest of moments David considered simply sleeping with her, but Fyodor was already making busy with Teena. He appeared to be very happy with her breasts and seemed to be trying to squeeze the very nipples away from the flesh. His other hand had already found an appreciated spot between Teena’s legs and the girl was pulling up her knees to make the old man’s access easier. Mishka was not idle either. She had taken the old man’s gnarled cock from his trousers and was busy dipping her head over his swollen glans. David wanted some of the same, and though he vowed to himself to take it easy on the girl, it was his lust that always had the last word. He pulled up the tight sweater she was wearing. She stopped him, but Fyodor saw and barked at her angrily. David tried again, and this time she lifted her arms and allowed herself to be stripped.
She really was beautiful, and though she was obviously a Nentsy she shared few of their features. Her body was leaner, and not just through youth; somewhere in the past this girl had an ancestor from warmer latitudes. David ran his hands over the small mounds that formed her breasts. She still refused to look at him, but he detected the telltale shudder of her shoulders and the swell of her nipples. Whether it was her first time to be shared or not, it was a clear indication that her body was preparing itself for sex.
He guided her over to the thick mattress and bent her forward until she had to support herself with her hands, then he set about an intimate examination of her. Despite her earlier apprehension he found her cleft moist and accepting of his probing fingers. He continued working on her from behind as he bent down to smell her sex; he loved the taste and smell of a natural woman. His attentions were arousing the girl and she began to push back against his fingers, forcing them to probe deeper. He helped by using two, and registered how tightly her sheath gripped him.
He took hold of Natalya’s small left breast and used it to turn her around and sit her upon the mattress, then pulled up her legs until she was open for viewing. The tight split of her sex lips revealed just the merest hint of the slick pink cavity beyond. David moved her hand and rested it upon her unkempt mound. Disappointment was evident in her face, but her expression changed when he began to undress. She responded by sucking her forefinger and using it to run small circles around her clitoris, alternating her actions with little forays into her vagina and firm caresses of her fattening lips.
Her actions increased when David’s cock was revealed, and he noticed a faint smile, the one he found so attractive, return to her face before it melted into a look of intense desire.
David sat beside her and motioned to Natalya to mount him, and this time she didn’t need one of the girls to translate. She lifted one of her lithe legs across his and sat demurely in his lap, and now that the moment was upon her she became sweetly nervous again. David took his time and surveyed every inch of her body, before finally lifting her up and adjusted his cock at the target. The girl bit her bottom lip as the fat head nudged aside her labia, but there was resistance. She was so tense that full penetration promised to rip his foreskin. A moment or so later and he would have gladly risked it, but he caught sight of Teena sitting on the mattress opposite. She was naked and her knees were pulled up to her breasts, and David could see the evidence of Fyodor’s ejaculation on her inner thighs. For the moment she was pulling on the pipe of loki and enjoying the sight of her sister being fucked.
David called her and pointed to the erection spearing up from his lap. Teena immediately put down the pipe and shuffled across on hands and knees, buried her head between the couple, and sucked it into her mouth, and he allowed her to lubricate him for just a few moments before he grunted for her to stop. She knew what was required next, and parted the girl’s sex lips and slipped David’s swollen penis up into Natalya. She gasped and lifted herself, but David prevented her from moving and pushed home. She was as tight as a virgin and he felt like he was breaking her in for the first time. After several stabs of his hips he was still only halfway embedded, but despite the discomfort of her tight vagina he continued to pump.
He held out a finger to Teena and grunted for her to suck it. When it was wet enough he fed it up Natalya’s puckered and equally tight sphincter, and the absolute shock of having a finger rudely pushed into her bottom had the effect David wanted. As the girl’s mind reeled from each new experience she relaxed long enough fo
r him to force his prick fully up into her snug sheath, and with a wail she began to bounce on his member, repeating the same incoherent words over and over.
David took that as encouragement and met her thrust for thrust as she pummelled her way to an orgasm. But he was more patient. He sensed her descent from the sexual heights and adjusted the power and length of his thrusts until he found himself on that wonderful plateau between excitement and unstoppable ejaculation.
Natalya slumped onto his chest to rest and enjoy the rhythm of her first white man. Behind them Teena was still on the floor. She was smiling at her new friend’s obvious pleasure, and when David looked at her she pointed between the mating couple’s legs. David nodded and enjoyed the sensations of Teena’s tongue sliding up his cock to Natalya’s cleft.
The Nentsy girl enjoyed it too, especially when Teena’s tongue paused over her anus before probing inside. Now that the heavy throb of her orgasm had subsided Natalya lifted herself up from David’s chest and looked down at him with a contented smile. He smiled back at her and, holding her waist, began to slowly move the girl up and down his rigid manhood. She took up the rhythm and supported herself with her hands on his shoulders. With every shunt David’s cock was revealed and Teena took the opportunity to lap at it, and when Natalya’s bottom sank down she licked at her anus and sent tiny sexual shockwaves up to her already over-stimulated brain.
David calmed her momentarily by lifting her off his cock and turning her around to face the others. Remarkably Fyodor had already finished for the second time and he and Mishka lay together on the other mattress, enjoying a smoke and the show.
Entering Natalya again, David picked up the pace and began to thrust with increasing passion. She responded and began to grind on his cock avidly. The others, who were watching in intense silence, enjoyed the sight. Teena climbed to her knees and sucked Natalya’s breasts, helping her to another orgasm, and when it came it met with David’s groan of ecstasy and shuddering release. His climax was so strong that pearls of his fluid leaked back down his cock and found their way to the grateful lips and tongue of Teena.
It wasn’t the first time that Major Sergei Bokov’s chauffeur had driven his boss while watching him ride a female in the back of the car. He adjusted his rear-view mirror until it revealed the shaven sex of the major’s latest conquest. Sometimes he didn’t even bother looking, but this one was something special. She was pert and arrogant, and despite what she must have been through – he was well aware of how the major came by his girls – she was full of confidence.
He drew the mirror upwards, consigning the images of the major’s cock slipping in and out of her to memory. Sabrina’s face came into view and their eyes met. Her expression was blank and she rode the army officer with the cold dispassionate manner of a cheap whore.
The two watched each other coldly through the mirror until he smiled. She returned his gesture by blowing him a dry kiss with a look of cool disdain. The driver smiled again and concentrated on the road.
The limousine sped along the dark lane that cut its way through forest and led out to the recreation centre for members of Cheka 3. It was to be Sabrina’s second consecutive night there. The previous evening she had enjoyed the hospitality of the major and his military cronies and they in turn had enjoyed her, especially when she was made to perform with another of the girls taken there. Under other circumstances she would have actually enjoyed it. The recreation centre was a large stately pile that had been confiscated from the family of some Russian minor aristocracy during the revolution. Obviously the decadent charm hadn’t offended the communists so much that they felt compelled to raze it to the ground. Some of the men had also been quite handsome, dressed as they were in their military uniforms. At a different time and under different circumstances, Sabrina would have enjoyed the company of so many powerful men – and the sex too!
The car sped onwards, as did the major. Then, with a mile or two to go, Sabrina felt the vehicle begin to slow down. The major was lost in his own pleasure but Sabrina turned from looking out of a side window and saw there was a vehicle parked precariously at the side of the road. It had one of its doors open and a dark bundle was lying on the light dusting of snow that covered the road. The shape was clearly that of a body.
Only when their car came to a halt did the major finally stop fucking Sabrina and show any interest in the situation. He pushed her off him and she adjusted her dress while he spoke to the driver. They had obviously decided upon caution, because Sabrina noticed the driver unclip his sidearm as he got out of the car. Once outside he drew his pistol and made his way to the bundle in the glare of the headlights. Beyond the car’s beam everything was black.
As the driver neared the shape on the ground the major lit up a Belomor and looked on anxiously. He exhaled the acrid smoke from his cigarette and flashed an unsuccessful reassuring grin at Sabrina. She was looking out of the side window when it happened, but the major’s shouts and the sound of gunfire instantly seized her attention. There was no longer a bundle on the road outside, just a man grappling with the major’s driver. Both were locked together in an embrace that would decide who would live and who would not. Neither had guns. The man on the road had spun over as the driver appeared, but his reflexes were not good enough. The driver had kicked out and sent the gun into the bushes before levelling his own and firing. He missed, and the man managed to pull him over and knock the driver’s gun to the road. The struggle was like a silent movie, neither man uttering a word, each concentrating on becoming the victor. Suddenly the stranger swung around and threw the driver to the ground. It was a bad move. The driver wasn’t hurt and his gun laid an arm’s reach away. He turned and smiled, sensing victory, then reached for the weapon, but as his fingers touched the cold steel he felt the weight of a rock strike his temple with a sickening thud. There was no pain, no real dying, just darkness.
Justin dropped to his knees with exhaustion, and with the realisation that he had been a mere moment away from death if that rock had not been there, or his aim off. He shuddered at the thought, and then remembered his task – Sabrina.
Suddenly he gained new strength and rose to his feet, only to be greeted by the sight of Major Bokov walking towards him with his pistol aimed.
In the car Sabrina saw something black flash past near the trees. She remained where she was, too afraid to move and draw attention to herself. She still had no idea that the man in the road was Justin.
The major was closing down on Sabrina’s would-be rescuer. He did not want to shoot at too great a range. He stopped just six feet from his target and levelled his gun. Justin was numb. There was no desire to run or plead. He was almost glad that his Russian nightmare was over; he was ready. As the major took one more step he let his hands drop to his sides and closed his eyes. He never flinched when the gun went off; he simply remained on his feet and felt the batter of warm brains run down his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw the soldier sprawled on the road, and if he still possessed a face Justin would have described him as being face down. Behind him, motionless and in shock, stood Catherine. She was trembling violently, and she held the smoking gun that had been kicked out of Justin’s hand a few minutes before. Justin rushed to her and took her in his arms, and squeezing her tight he could not find any appropriate words. Obviously he did want to live, after all.
Suddenly the whole road lit up and the glare brought both Justin and Catherine to their senses. ‘Quick!’ she gasped. ‘You must grab her and get out of here!’
David turned and ran to the major’s car while Snejana Radoslavov drove out onto the road, got out and surveyed the scene. In the major’s car Sabrina was trying to make herself as small as possible behind the driver’s seat.
‘Sabrina!’
Slowly the cowering girl turned her head, half expecting to meet with a bullet. But it was Justin’s face she saw, and for a short moment she could not say a word. Then it all came ou
t.
‘J-Justin?’ she stammered in disbelief. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Rescuing you,’ he answered quickly, and stretched out a hand for her to take.
Out on the road Catherine was drawing deeply on a cigarette in an effort to calm her nerves while Snejana was collecting something from the boot of his car. Sabrina surveyed the bodies as Snejana approached.
‘Well then,’ he said to Justin, ‘not so much like James Bond. You like Rambo.’
‘What do we do now?’ asked Justin, too tense to appreciate the attempt at humour.
Snejana put an arm around Catherine. ‘We are going to Burgas,’ he said. ‘You two are on your own.’
‘What about them?’ Justin pointed at the two bodies.
‘Ah, yes,’ Snejana smiled smugly. He took out what he had collected from his car and threw it over the major’s head. It was a Chechen flag. ‘Let them think it is rebels,’ he added, and guided Catherine back to his car.
As she passed Sabrina, Catherine said, ‘Look after him.’
‘You must be Catherine,’ said Sabrina, and Catherine stopped and turned to face her.
‘Yes I am.’
Sabrina looked her in the eye, and then surveyed the carnage. She owed these strangers a favour. She didn’t know who they were or why they were doing it. ‘Thank you,’ she said quietly.
As Catherine neared Snejana’s car Justin called after her. She stopped and turned and Justin thought he saw the glint of a tear. The two looked into each other’s eyes, and then Catherine spoke.
‘You must be quick,’ she said, wanting him to leave before she burst into tears. ‘Someone may come.’
Justin looked at Sabrina and then returned his gaze to the Russian girl who had helped him without fear or thought for herself. ‘I will never forget you!’ he shouted.
