Impasse (The Red Gambit Series) (80 page)

Performing for the camera was as natural for him as the act itself.

Tonight, however, he felt that he would enjoy his work.

Whilst the woman was old, she had a beauty that could not be challenged
, and her body offered nothing but the promise of pleasure.

As the camera whirred and the Leica clicked, he rolled onto the bed and ran his hands over the curvaceous
form, lingering on her breasts, and examining the secrets hidden within her pubic hair. He was surprised to find her moist and ready, even though the Doctor had told him that her female responses would not all be inhibited.

Another thought also occurred
, and he withdrew his fingers. He did not know of the violations that had already taken place, but he considered that, perhaps, the wetness had a different source.

He leant forward and
sucked her thick nipple into his mouth, ensuring that her face was away from the camera, hiding the fact that she was not a willing participant.

Stranov had already pulled the bedclothes off to unmask the damaged foot, as he had been told to do, so that there could be no mistake who was being fucked before the camera.

His hands worked between her thighs, and he was rewarded as Tatiana opened legs wider.

The NCO looked quizzically at the mirror, not seeing the shrugs by way of response.

“That can be edited out later, Comrade Marshal.”

Beria merely hummed a response, his own pleasures a receding memory as he started to become more aroused at what he was observing.

Believing in never looking a gift horse in the mouth, Stranov rolled on top of Nazarbayeva and slid easily inside her, despite the huge girth of his penis.

There was no lack of moisture.

Nadaraia could only admire the woman’s capacity.

“
Fucking hell, but she took that without a wink. Is her old man a mamont too?”

“
How the shit should I know, but judging by the way he parked his fucking bus, it would seem to be a possibility. Mind you, if he isn’t, it’ll be like throwing a sausage down Dzerzhinsky Street for him after Stranov has had his way.”

Even Beria snorted at that one.

The three returned to concentrate as Stranov pumped in and out of the drugged woman.

His width was not the only abnormal quality of his penis and he knew that he was reaching into the very depths of the woman
, and the thought spurred him on.

Sarkisov quickly played with the audio setting, ensuring that the script would be recorded.

“Ah, I’m coming, Tatiana, my darling woman. Oh my love, how we fuck… how we fuck so well… I’m coming darl… ahhhhhhhh.”

Whilst it wasn
’t what he normally did, for the camera it was expected, so he withdrew his huge penis and the camera recorded it depositing its contents forcefully over Tatiana’s pubic hair, on her belly, and reaching the underside of her breasts.

“
Blyad! The boy has many talents, tovarich.”

Sarkisov couldn
’t disagree, the efforts not yet complete as Stranov milked more from his organ.

Beria had seen the boy at work before
, so wasn’t surprised. Given the sensitivity of this mission, the two NKVD Colonels were his fresh film crew, their exposure to the talents of ‘Mamont’ Stranov being new; they found it seriously impressive.

In the bedroom, Stranov
knelt either side of her head and used her mouth as he had used her vagina, careful to hold her head level with his right hand for the benefit of the camera.

He had retained his erection and slowly approached another orgasm.

“Fucking hell! He needs fucking caging!”

“
Shut up!”

Beria called a halt to the exchange, his own excitement reaching the level where he needed to become involved.

Stranov repeated the cries of love as he proceeded to repeat the visual experience, showing no less a quantity of fluid than before, except ensuring that he covered Tatiana’s face and hair before ensuring a sufficient deposit was given to her breasts.

Tatiana started coughing and everyone froze.

The obstruction was soon cleared, and she continued with her drugged slumber.

This time, Stranov needed a few minutes of rest before he was able to resume his violations.

Now the finale commenced, one that was not without risk, but one that Beria had specifically choreographed to produce a fitting end to his production.

The script required a different approach this time and Stranov
’s acting skills came to the fore.

He swept Nazarbayeva up in his arms, feigning passionate kissing and intimate contact, done so well that the watchers were all impressed.

Even though vertical, she remained in her comatose state.

Side on to the camera now, the men behind the mirror had a close up view of a lover
’s embrace, the woman’s legs wrapped around her sweetheart as he plunged inside her, pulling her up and down with his hands on her buttocks.

Slowly.

It had been agreed that it would be slow and brief because of the additional risk, a risk that the Colonels and Stranov had questioned, but Beria really wanted the shots of the proceedings, and so it was risked.

The final stage commenced.

Whilst the act of placing her on the bed, head away from the camera, was imperfect, no-one who saw what followed would be in any doubt that it was Tatiana Nazarbayeva who was being violated by the huge cock.

He spent a moment squeezing her breasts,
remembering to ensure that the scar of her most recent wound could be seen and recognized.

As Beria watched Stranov drive himself into the same place he himself had o
rgasmed some while beforehand, the moment overtook him and his own gentle strokes produced a wonderful repeat, brought to a full intensity by watching the woman anally raped before his eyes.

The act was prolonged and brutal, the huge cock driving as deep as Stranov could manage.

Even though that was what his orders directed, he would have anyway, so sweet was the sensation.

The camera and the Leica both worked hard, catching every thrust
, and every bead of sweat.

As he came close to his end, Stranov swore he felt a response, a gentle rising up of the woman
’s rear, almost as if beckoning him further inside.

He exploded and, this time, remained inside her, filling Tatiana with his remaining cum.

His words of love rang clearly through the room, the tape preserving every syllable for whatever audience would have the pleasure in the future.

He rolled off
, totally spent, permitting the close-up shots to be taken; close enough to see the product of his labours exit her body.

The curtain came down on the play that Beria had directed, and the three men exited the secret room to take some refreshment before, finally, the encore
commenced.

In the manner of those waking from a deep sleep, Tatiana started to come alive by section, feeling the aches and pains of her body, some familiar, some the things of memory.

The covers were soft and warming, the itch in her non-existent foot ever-present.

The smells of...?

‘Eh?’

The cock...?

‘Cock?’

Her eyes flicked open and she made herself lie still, realising that there was the sound of gentle breathing by her side.

In her hand was something that she instantly recognised by touch alone, although it should not have been there.

She risked a look and found the orderly fast asleep beside her, his huge flaccid penis held firmly in her grasp.

Her senses then lit off with aches and pains from parts that should only have been available to her husband.

She touched her hand to her vagina, feeling both the moisture and raw flesh, immediately knowing that the cock she held had taken her.

She sat up carefully,
suddenly aware that the huge penis had done much more than that, the sharp stabs of pain reminding her of the first time that she had surrendered herself completely to the love of her life.

Automatically, she ran her hands over her breasts and knew what it was that made them sticky.

The hint of bruising tainted them, indicating rough handling.

She looked into the big mirror and her hair told its own story.

There was pain now, real pain.

A hint of blood on her nipple betrayed a bite that had exceeded the necessity of passion.

She touched her vagina, and the rawness was almost too much, the very pressure of her fingers bringing tears to her eyes.

Looking at her breasts, the residue was obvious, silvery and shimmering in the lamp light.

But it was her back passage that screamed the most. Inside she felt battered and she understood why. She looked at the sleeping man, and knew that he had been inside her very depths with his monstrous appendage.

Reaching round her sex and down to her anus, the pain was very real. The mixture of semen and blood upon the sheet beneath her proved her violation.

If she needed proof.

‘
What have I done? Oh, my husband, what have I done!’

As if on cue, Stranov awoke and cupped her breast playfully.

She pushed his hand away and got out of bed.

Naked.

Her ravaged state was recorded in still and movie formats. Clearly the participant in a sexual adventure of some sort, the GRU officer looked like she had been through a hurricane, which, in some ways, she had. But, each man conceded to himself, she had lost none of her sexual charm.

“
Comrade General… Tatiana, my love…”

She turned on him, her eyes flashing with anger.

“What has happened here, Comrade Orderly? Tell me truthfully.”

Stranov gave his best hurt and puzzled look.

“My Princess, my Tanyushka, wh…”

His use of the endearment blew her fuses.

“Silence! I want to know what happened here!”

Feigning more confusion, Stranov stumbled through a brief r
ésumé.

“
You came back early, feeling unwell, Tan… Comrade General. You went to bed and I left you alone.”

He rolled over, revealing his continued
and growing interest in the woman in front of him.

Tatiana snatched a curtain off the pole and wrapped herself in it.

“Show’s over,” she said emphatically.

“Show’s over,” agreed the cameraman.

“Maybe. Keep the thing running, just in case, tovarich.”

Sarkisov adjusted the focus
, now that natural light was filling the room.

“
Carry on,” Tatiana demanded.

“
Well, you rang the bell for my attention. It was my fault, I suppose, Comrade General. I had no time to dress properly and, as I knew you were unwell, I came as quickly as I could. I was wearing only my underwear.”

“
What did I want?”

“
Water. You said you were thirsty and wanted water.”

“
And?”

“
I filled a glass for you… and then it happened.”

“
What happened exactly, Comrade Orderly?”

“
You grabbed me, Comrade General.”

“
Go on.”

“
You grabbed me and pulled me towards the bed... I didn’t know what to do, Comrade General.”

He lowered his voice, acting his heart out, portraying a mind that had been caught between a rock and a hard place.

“You’re a General… I’m a Serzhant. I didn’t know what to do; you wanted to suck me, so I let you. I don’t see that I had any choice, Comrade General.”

Those secreted in the special room were glad that they had continued filming, the
celluloid preservation of Nazarbayeva’s look being priceless beyond measure.

“
Go on.”

“
You were wonderful, Tat… Comrade General, truly you were… are! What a woman! Your brea…”

“
Shut up! Shut up!”

She now
fully understood that the aches and pains she felt had been earned in close coupling with the hugely endowed orderly.

She slipped into language normally beneath her.

“So we fucked. You fucked me?”

“
No, no, Comrade General. It was lovemaking. You were wonderful, so passionate, so responsive.”

Nazarbayeva
’s mind was spinning, partially as a result of the narcotic residue in her system, partially because she would never do such a thing. But Tatiana could not deny the evidence offered by her aching and battered body.