primer
In November 1941, the village of Petrishevo.
“Damn Russia!” Lt. Col. Lotterer, commander of the 332nd Regiment of the 197th Infantry Division of Army Group B, stood under the eaves of his house, wrapped in a thick winter coat, and muttered a curse: “Damn the war, and this damn country!”
Lt. Col. Lotterer’s unit has been stationed here for two months now, and like all rural villages in Russia, the village of Petrishovo is poor and run-down, and it’s hard to even find a decent house for the headquarters, and in the end, Lotterer reluctantly looks at the house of the old woman, Voronin. Voronin’s house was a rich peasant in the village, and it was quite large, at least it had a fireplace, to Lotterer’s relief.
Another point of comfort for Lotterer was that the village of Petrishovo was dozens of kilometers from the battle zone, and that he did not have to face the resistance of the Russian Red Army every day, and move his position forward little by little, dropping twenty German corpses for every point he moved forward.
Other than that, there was little comfort for Lotre. The temperature of ten degrees below zero had hardened everything, including Lt. Col. Lotterer’s penis. Disappointed, the colonel rubbed between his legs through his pants: “Great Führer, soldiers need women,” he muttered and grumbled, and after a while he added: “So do I.”
Apart from the bitter cold and the monotony of the garrison, what was most unpleasant to Lt. Col. Lotterer were the guerrillas. They cut power lines and planted mines on the highway. Three days ago, a small band of partisans had touched the village of Petrishevo and set fire to the stables at the other end of the village, killing almost half of the two hundred warhorses, and Captain Hoffman, who had been on patrol that day, had been confined, but what was the use? The horses that survived seem to have had to be canned horse meat.
“Partisans!” Lt. Col. Lotterer glanced toward the dark forest outside the village and thought angrily, “If I catch you guys, huh!”
Just then, a siren suddenly sounded in the village.
Zoe. Anatoly Petrovich approached another stable at the edge of the village. Petrovich approached another stable at the edge of the village, she took the bottle with gasoline from her backpack, sprinkled the gasoline on the hay, stooped down to strike a match, when suddenly she felt a blow on her back, and Zoya fell face-first on the hay.
Zoya turned around and saw a tall German patrolman standing in front of her, she was shocked and quickly pulled out a pistol from her pocket. This is an ordinary seven-star pistol (note: the gun for the Tulo factory in 1935, the number is 12719), and another female partisan Klava exchanged.
But the German soldier was half a beat faster, and Zoya’s gun was kicked away by him. Zoya rolled on the ground and fled towards the stable door, but she was met by another German soldier with his gun pointed at Zoya. The young Russian partisan stood still in despair, there was nowhere else to run, and under the threat of the gun, Zoya retreated step by step into the stables, and at the same time, she heard the sirens sounding in the village.
Two German soldiers quickly pressed Zoya to the ground, the Red Army woman warrior face down on the ground, the stable floor is cold and hard, like Zoya’s mood at this moment. There was also a stench of horse urine on the ground. The two German soldiers searched Zoya’s entire body and found a bottle of gasoline, a box of matches and a dagger. After determining that the assailant was unarmed, they tore off Zoya’s shoelaces, tied her hands behind her back, and dragged Zoya to her feet, at which point Zoya’s leather hat fell off, revealing a head of long, blonde hair.
Carl Bowman. Staff Sergeant Bowman rushed in with a team of men. “Is there anyone else?” He pointed his pistol around: “Search!” He walked over to Zoya and pulled her face up by her blonde hair.
“Is there anyone else out there? Answer!” Staff Sergeant Bowman snarled, the beautiful female partisan stubbornly twisted her face to the side, Staff Sergeant Bowman angrily slapped Zoya: “We’ll make you talk, escorted to the commanding officer’s headquarters, come on, what are you waiting for?” He yelled at the two soldiers who had caught Zoya.
“Yes!” The two German soldiers looked at each other in disbelief; they had just realized that their sneak attacker was a young girl and were regretting their carelessness.
The headquarters at Lotré was really only one room, which contained, in addition to tables, chairs and benches, a plank bed. The German soldier brought Zoya in and pointed out the slab bed to her, and the young female partisan, with her hands tied behind her back, sat down in despair, knowing the isolation of the situation before her.
Across from her, on the table were a telephone, typewriter, radio and a spread of the Commandant’s paperwork.
Gradually the four officers came together and ordered Voronin, the owner of the house, to leave the room. When the old woman hesitated, one of the officers scolded her, “Get out, old woman!” Voronin was pushed out of the house. Inside, the German officers locked the door behind them.
Lt. Col. Lotterer, commander of the 332nd Infantry Regiment of the German 197th Division, personally interrogated Zoya.
“Who are you?” The lieutenant colonel asked in Russian.
For some reason, under the lustful power of the German army, Zoya suddenly remembered a book she had read before, called Women in the War at Home, which contained an article, “Danniang…. Solomaha’s Biography”.
“Who are you?” The lieutenant colonel pressed again viciously, grabbing Zoya’s blonde hair as a look of determination and defiance passed over the young female partisan’s face.
“Daniang!” Zoya suddenly replied loudly and without hesitation.
“Did you set fire to the stables?” Lotterer thought to himself, “This Russian chick is pretty, maybe seventeen or eight years old at the most.
“It’s me.” Zoe’s voice was still full of stubbornness.
“Your purpose?” The Colonel asked again, all the while thinking that she should have a nice body as well, but that would be something to find out once her pants were down.
Lt. Col. Lotre’s voice eased a bit, with some unspoken flavor, and the captured female partisan seemed to feel a hint of foreboding. “Destroy you.” Zoya said firmly.
Next the lieutenant colonel asks who sent Zoya and who her companion is, demanding that Zoya hand over her companion.
The answers he got were: “No”, “I don’t know”, “I won’t tell you”, “No”.
Major Hans said to Lotterer in German: “I don’t see the point of this, since she’s the only one here, there must not be too many of her accomplices outside, and if there’s a lot of confusion here, they’ll all be gone long ago, so don’t go on with the trial, the Russians are all the same, there’s nothing to be learned from them, and they’ll just be hanged in the morning.”
“I mean just the opposite, dear Hans, the interrogation will continue, but in a different way.” The officers suddenly laughed knowingly, and Lotré turned to Zoya with a lecherous grin on his face and said in Russian: “Little Russian beauty, we’ll make you talk.”
Zoya’s heart sank as she knew the most horrible, feared thing was about to happen.
*Author’s note: The names, locations, and unit numbers are based on historical facts.
(i)
Zoya’s heart sank as she knew the most horrible, feared thing was about to happen.
“Comrades…” Zoya looked helplessly out the darkened window, the fact that she was the only one who had been captured meant that her comrades had been safely evacuated, and it also meant that there would be no one coming to rescue her. The female partisan turned her head as the four German officers had already unbuckled their belts. Seeing Lt. Col. Lotterer unbuckle his windbreaker, Hans rushed to add wood to the fireplace.
The fire was roaring, two German officers walked to Zoya’s side, grabbed the captured female warrior’s cotton coat to the sides and pulled it, stripping the girl’s outer clothing, Zoya did not have a little resistance, she knew that no matter whether she struggled or not, she was simply unable to resist the four beastly lecherous wolves.
The Germans laughed triumphantly and behind her cut the sleeves of the cotton dress with their scimitars, then tore off the rest of Zoya’s clothes, and the female partisan felt a cool sensation on her chest, and the young girl realized that her top was almost entirely stripped off, and that all that was left of her snow-white, breasts was a thin corset that barely concealed the Russian girl’s plump breasts.
LotR and Hans came together, Hans grabbed Zoya’s long blonde hair and yanked it upwards, the female partisan was forced to hold her upper body up, and with her hands tied behind her back, it made the young female captive’s breasts look high and full.
“Where are your men?” LotR hadn’t forgotten his job, but this time grabbed Zoya’s corset as he spoke.
The female partisan’s beautiful cheeks twisted stubbornly to the side.
“Haha, behold, this little Russian whore who delivered herself to the door is still eager to make a show of her steadfastness.” Lotterer’s hand yanked hard, and a crisp cracking sound tore through the lewd air of the room. Two of Zoya’s white, full breasts popped out of the slit in her corset, and despite the fire blazing in the fireplace of the room, the young girl felt a chill, and Zoya knew that a pair of her firm tits had been completely exposed to her enemy’s lewd gaze. In the face of the young Russian girl, Lotré saw an imperceptible expression of shame.
“Kill me, Comrade Stalin will avenge me.” The female partisan said with sudden firmness.
Lotterer froze for a moment, then smiled lewdly: “Want to die? It’s not that easy. Comrade Stalin is not as lucky as we are tonight, for example, he can’t play with this.” Lt. Col. Lotterer grabbed one of Zoya’s perky breasts and began rubbing his fingers back and forth.
Zoya was eighteen years old this year and had long since matured, her breasts, like those of most Russian girls, were full and sensual, her two small reddish-brown nipples appeared to be very piquant, and Zoya felt her nipples slowly harden under the stimulation of the cold. Lotterer’s fingers moved to the tips of the partisan’s breasts as well, slowly sliding over Zoya’s delicate areolas and rubbing the young girl’s nipples with a lewd smile.
“Russian women move really fast, her nipples are already erect.” Lotterer humiliated Zoya unkindly.
“No!” Zoya defended inwardly, filled with shame. The girl wriggled her naked upper body, instinctively attempting to avoid Lotré’s large hands, but the two German officers at her side held Zoya’s jade shoulders in a death grip, preventing her from moving and allowing the men to abuse her.
Tears of humiliation glistened vaguely in the eyes of the strong female partisan as she was actually begun to be toyed with by the enemy, and Zoya clenched her lips and twisted her head away in a mixture of shame and indignation. Hans, however, pulled the girl’s hair and pressed her head downward, forcing the young female prisoner to watch her nipples being pinched in the enemy’s hands and played with wantonly.
Playing with Zoya’s breasts, Lotterer felt the partisan girl’s nipples harden between his fingers, Zoya’s breasts were clearly more supple than any other Russian girl he’d ever played with, and light blue veins were faintly visible on the snow-white udders.
Zoya was desperately trying to endure the most humiliating moment of her life, she closed her eyes in shame, but the sensation of her nipples being wantonly played with by a strange man kept coming from the tips of her breasts, and there was no escaping that painful and itchy feeling. The strong female partisan bit her lips tightly, her hands were tied behind her back and all she could do was toss her blonde hair in a desperate attempt to alleviate the shame that made her ashamed of herself.
But there was no controlling the physical reaction, and the cold and LotR’s shameless teasing made Zoya feel that her nipples were becoming more and more erect, and soon the young captive’s nipple-tips were hard and buckling at the tips.
“Russian women are so amorous, after only a short time of play the reaction is strong, luckily there are four of us today.” The German officers smiled smugly and grimly.
Zoya’s lip had been bitten to the point of blood, and she had barely put up any deliberate resistance as LotR toyed with her breasts, not wanting her enemy to admire her futile struggles.
“Let’s see if the rest of her body reacts as strongly.” Satisfied, Lt. Col. Lotterer removed his hand from Zoya’s breasts: “Gentlemen, let’s start with an aperitif, and pull down her pants.”
The eighteen year old female partisan was pinned face down on the boardwalk with her hands tied behind her back. Lt. Col. Lotterer thrust his hands into Zoya’s waist and unbuckled the girl’s tightly bunched pants, gripping the waist of Zoya’s pants with one hand, while with the other he stroked Zoya’s ass through her pants. The female partisan’s face was buried deep in the stinking sheets, forcing back the tears of humiliation that were almost ready to come out of her eyes.
“Is your ass as white as your tits?” The Colonel asked Zoya with a lewd grin on one side of his lewd face. “Care to tell me where your accomplice is?”
The young female partisan remained stubbornly silent, but Lotre still heard Zoya let out a low sob of shame. I’ll see how long you stay hard, Lotterer no longer restrained himself, and with a firm pull of his hand downward, he peeled off the young female captive’s pants. Zoya finally lost control of her teenage shame instincts and struggled with her legs stirring and kicking as her pants were pulled down by her enemy.
But how could a tender young girl with her hands tied behind her back be a match for four men, the German officers easily overpowered Zoya’s resistance and stripped the girl’s pants from around her ankles. With only a pair of snow-white panties barely covering her body, Zoya’s strong female partisan curled up in shame and indignation.
The Germans approached with aplomb, and Zoya was pulled up from the bed, two officers pinning her from either side so she couldn’t move, and Hans’s hand grabbed a handful of what was left of the female partisan’s panties and pulled them down.
“Don’t…” Zoya finally cried out in despair and humiliation, as the innocent partisan clenched her legs in a futile attempt to escape her inevitable doom. But her helpless resistance aroused the Germans’ animalistic desire. Hans punched Zoya in the lower abdomen, and the girl bent over in pain. Lotterer had already stood behind Zoya, and took the opportunity to strip off her panties from behind.
The female partisan instinctively arched her back and clenched her legs, but the officers on either side of her racked her tightly, forcing her to stand naked in the middle of the room. The fire shone on Zoya’s beautiful naked body, and Lotré would always remember the poignant sight.
(ii)
The female partisan instinctively arched her back and clenched her legs, but the officers on either side of her racked her tightly, forcing her to stand naked in the middle of the room. The fire shone on Zoya’s beautiful naked body, and Lotré would always remember the poignant sight.
Lotterer stood behind Zoya and sniffed her blonde hair greedily. The unarmored female partisan couldn’t help but shudder in humiliation, and the lieutenant colonel’s lustful voice rang in her ears: “Tonight, you will serve all the German soldiers and officers here, now use your charming body to do your duty as a Russian whore.”
Zoya wriggled her snow-white torso in shame and indignation, clenching her buttocks tightly, but still letting Lotterer’s claws gradually slide into her groin. The female partisan felt the German’s fingers playing up her most sensitive parts from behind, and two rows of mournful clear tears finally uncontrollably and silently slid down Zhuo Ya’s cheeks.
Lt. Col. Lotterer’s hand slipped with difficulty between the Russian warrior’s clenched strands and felt the partisan’s small white ass quiver slightly with shame. The first thing the colonel’s fingers touched was Zoya’s soft blonde pubic hair, the young girl’s hairy shyness made him more aroused, he pinched the warmth of Zoya’s pussy and rubbed it, his fingers skillfully peeled back the young girl’s two soft labia, and his middle finger lasciviously inserted into Zoya’s slightly moist pussy door. With the lubrication of the young girl’s lower body physiological secretions, the colonel laughed as he rubbed Zhuo Ya’s clitoris back and forth with his fingers.
This was Zoya’s most private and sensitive part, yet the female partisan felt nothing but extreme humiliation and heartache as the enemy toyed with her. Lieutenant Colonel Lotterer’s hand was wriggling around the girl’s lower body like a slippery mollusk, and the two officers also grabbed the female POW’s hands that were tied behind her back, holding both of Zoya’s tits from both sides on one side and playing with them, vigorously grasping and squeezing the girl’s plump peaks, while lasciviously commenting on Zoya’s impressive figure. Hans stood in front of the young nymph, and his hands did not pause to roam all over the female partisan’s naked, naked body.
The young Zoya was sandwiched between four hungry wolves, her hands bound and unable to move, and she could only allow her enemies to keep on lusting after her.
It seemed that the demons were in no hurry to take possession of their bodies, as the German officers smiled lewdly and played with the young warrior girl’s naked breasts, pussy, and ass with aplomb, and the girl wriggled her snow-white, rounded hips in humiliation in a futile attempt to avoid the clutches of her enemies, but strange sensations began to emanate from each of the sensitive, hidden parts of the icy flesh, sensations that were familiar to and feared by the young Zoya.
The flesh of a mature girl can not be deceived, Zoya’s heart defense began to become weak, the beautiful female captive bit her lips in humiliation, the strong female partisan raised her head in despair, the dim vaulted ceiling blocked the night sky, telling Zoya unmistakably: tonight she will not be able to escape from the fate of gang-rape.
Lt. Col. Lotterer also felt Zoya’s legs gently loosen a bit, making it much easier for him to move his fingers around, as if giving him tacit approval to ravage the blonde pubic hair-covered shy spot between her legs. With a sardonic grin, the Colonel pinched and rubbed Zoya’s pussy lips from behind. After a while, the viper-like fingers began to rub up the clitoris of the young and beautiful female captive again, the strong stimulation of the clitoris made Zoya cringe, the naked female partisan bit her lips tightly, the disgust for the enemy and the gusts of electrifying pleasure coming from between her legs mixed together, and the young Zoya gradually had a complex feeling in the midst of her extreme shame.
The bound female partisan’s snow-white and slender legs were no longer able to clench any longer, and gradually parted in desperation and helplessness, and with the movements of Lotterer’s fingers, the poor female warrior’s white and round little ass spasmed again and again. Lieutenant Colonel felt Zhuo Ya labia between the secretion than just more up, he suddenly stopped the action, pulled out the finger to the nose and smelled, the young female partisan in the field has been lurking for three days, have no time to care about their own cleanup, Lottre Lieutenant Colonel from the finger smelled a sour and bashful daughter of the peculiar body odor, this strong smell of young girls, but let a long absence of women’s color of his excitement.
The Colonel stuck his finger out in front of Zoya and smiled grimly, “Looks like our Russian heroine, who would rather die than give up, didn’t wash her ass.”
The odor of her own pussy that she was forced to smell, coupled with the lewd laughter of the other officers caused the almost disoriented Zoya to snap out of it, and the female partisan fought her way up in utter humiliation, and with a blush she broke free of the two unsuspecting officers around her and slammed headlong into the small of Hans’s back, who deftly dodged, and the female partisan, whose arms were bound backward, lost her balance and stumbled to the boarded up bed at the foot of the house.
The four men then pounced on the crib as well, and Zoya was pinned to the bed on her back, unable to move. Lotterer grabbed the girl by her blonde hair and slapped the young captive back and forth several times, knocking Zoya out cold. By the time she came to her senses, the two junior officers had stripped her two white pattered thighs wide apart to either side, and the partisan’s naked bottom shame was exposed to the fullest extent possible, as the beautiful warrior woman struggled, but could no longer keep her strands together.
Lieutenant Colonel Lotterer lustfully admired the young female captive’s hairy shameful parts; Zoya’s labia and mound were covered with fine blonde pubic hair, the two soft pink labia minora were slightly turned out, and her pink clitoris thrived bulging between her labia due to the fact that her legs were forced to be completely open. Zoya knew that she had given herself nakedly to the most shameful part between her legs to the nasty gaze of her enemy. With tears in her eyes, the young warrior woman closed her eyes in despair and humiliation, but soon felt Lotre’s hand once again running along the inside of the young girl’s delicate thigh.
This time the Lieutenant Colonel was able to perform his finger technique without any hindrance, and the female partisan felt that familiar and frightening sensation coming from her pussy once again. With her legs spread wide apart, it added to the humiliation and excitement Zoya felt. Lotterer parted the tender labia in the warrior woman’s fine pubic hairs and rubbed her fingers up against Zoya’s clit even more violently than earlier. Hans, too, rode on Zoya’s slender waist, his hands grasping and groping his Russian captive’s young, full breasts, his fingers twisting and kneading the partisan woman’s tender red nipples.
“Are you a virgin?” Hans asked wistfully as he leaned in to Zoya’s ear.
Eighteen-year-old Zoya twisted her head, refusing to answer this dirty question. The guerrillas, despite the mix of men and women, but before the enemy, the young Zoya has not had time to worry about feelings, or virginity, Hans’s question deepened Zoya’s inner pain, the humiliation of the imminent loss of virginity is a young girl can not be avoided.
Zoya felt a pang of foreboding amidst the lustful bestiality of the enemy, knowing that her body was young and mature, and that her physical reactions were so uncontrollable. “But this is being gang-raped by the enemy, no, no, no…” the young warrior desperately told herself not to give up.
However, despite the desperate inner attempts to stay awake, the pleasure that arose from the extreme humiliation stimulated the poor girl even more intensely, and the strange sensations continued to come from her nipples and from the source of pleasure between her legs, and Zoya bit her lips tightly, trying with all her might to hold back the moans of shame that would have rendered her ashamed of herself. But the pleasurable sensation that made Zhuo Ya ashamed was so strong that the young and strong female partisan finally succumbed to the enemy’s shameless gang-rape at the end, the girl’s thighs were tightly tensed and straight, a grunt gradually came out from her nose, and then Zhuo Ya couldn’t control the small moans in humiliation.
Lotterer’s hands were already sticky with the copious amounts of mucus that Zoya had involuntarily secreted, and the young warrior woman could no longer remain strong, her pussy lips wet and slippery between them. The Germans rolled the female partisan over on her back, the beautiful female captive’s stunningly naked torso, her hands tied behind her back, lying forlornly and helplessly on her back with her face turned outward. The two junior officers held Zoya down and lifted her tied hands upwards, the bound partisan instinctively arched her back to ease the pain, and her bare white buttocks rose up, naked and exposed to Lotterer’s eyes behind her.
The Lieutenant Colonel took hold of the Russian female captive’s slender waist and lifted her upwards, and spreading the female warrior’s bare legs apart, Zoya realized with despair that she was pouting her round little buttocks high up, but was no longer able to resist, and could only allow herself to be manipulated by Lotré in such a lewd pose, blushing with shame and humiliation.
The Lieutenant Colonel pulled out his thick cock and played unhurriedly with the female partisan’s resilient white ass with one hand, and finally the pressed Lieutenant Colonel Lotré peeled back the female warrior’s supple pussy lips.
Zoya felt a hot hard object between her buttocks and realized with desperation and helplessness that she was about to lose her virginity to the enemy in this bed, and despite her mental preparation at the time of her arrest, the warrior woman panicked at the last moment and tried to escape. Lotterer grabbed his captive’s white ass and pulled it into his arms, at the same time thrusting his cock forward into Zoya’s tender pussy door, and after breaking through the initial barrier, Lotterer’s Teutonic Sword drove deep into the depths of the Russian warrior’s flesh.
Zoya felt a cracking pain between her pussy lips as the man’s weapon had penetrated the entirety of her forbidden place. Just when being played with pussy vaguely mixed in the shame of the pleasure is gone, replaced by a kind of humiliating pain. The burning pain caused the young female prisoner of war to whimper in shame: “No, no, please, let go of me…”
“In a few minutes you’ll be begging me not to let go of you!” Lotterer said lustfully. The young girl’s untouched cunt was warm, wet and tight enough to make him squirt with almost uncontrollable control as soon as he was inside, and in order to take his time and enjoy the rare creature beneath him, the Lieutenant Colonel slowed down the pace of his pumping, taking his time and pumping his way through the female partisan’s progressively wetter and slipperier pussy.
“No…” Joya felt the hardness in her vagina no longer slamming, but gently pulling out and thrusting in, and the pain in her lower body eased, she didn’t know how long the thing would violate her, she only felt a vague, lingering itch in her vagina, something she had never felt before.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her scalp as Hans stood in front of the bed, yanked the female partisan by a head of blonde hair and pulled her head down to her crotch. For the first time Zoya saw a man’s genitals at close range, it stood majestically in front of her eyes, and the girl was just about to close her eyes when Hans had pinched the warrior woman’s jaw joints so hard that he forced the young captive to open her mouth and shoved his manhood inside.
“Does he want me to use my mouth to…” at this thought, the young girl hurriedly tried to spit out the penis in her mouth, but with her hair being tugged in a death grip and her jaws pinched open, the female partisan had no idea that resisting with her tongue was exactly like licking Hans’ penis for him, and while the female warrior was still trying to push Hans’ manhood out of her mouth, Hans was already squinting his eyes and beginning to enjoy the girl’s Hans had already narrowed his eyes and started to enjoy the girl’s oral service.
The naked female partisan was lying on her knees on the bed, her snow-white round ass high in the air, a thick cock was pumping faster and faster in her white ass-groove, and the young female POW was whimpering vaguely in shame, her mouth humiliatingly containing the enemy’s prick.
When Zoya realized that resisting with her tongue would only increase her partner’s pleasure, she had already licked Hans’s penis for a long time, and the warrior woman hurriedly stopped resisting with her tongue, and Hans pulled out his prick and gave Zoya a hard slap on the face: “Little beauty, I want you to use your tongue, or…”
By this time LotR’s thrusts were no longer causing Zoya painful feelings, instead a strange pleasure gradually spread from the young girl’s cunt, and Zoya felt this terrible pleasure too late, as the virgin’s cunt began to contract involuntarily, and her little white buttocks spasmed in paroxysms.
LotR felt the female partisan’s pussy like a small, wet, soft hand gripping her cock tightly.
The Lieutenant Colonel lustfully stroked the golden fuzz next to his young female captive’s anal opening, playing with the girl’s asshole as it clenched again and again, and his uncontrollable desire for conquest made him unable to resist pumping vigorously.
Zoya felt this strange pleasure in vain, she knew it was a precursor of danger, she was afraid of breaking down completely in the brutal gang-rape of the enemy, but this gush of intense pleasure almost seized her own strong heart, and the steely warrior woman finally succumbed to the crotch of the enemy, and the snow-white buttocks of the female partisan wiggled with full of humiliation in response to Lotterer’s movements.
Hans was amazed to find that as he was once again shoving his cock into the female partisan’s small mouth, the strong and unyielding female warrior was taking a bit of initiative to take his manhood between her lips and was licking and sucking hard with her tiny tongue. Looking at the beautiful face at his crotch that was servicing himself with his little mouth and tongue, Hans, in an animalistic rage, grabbed the blonde hair of the female warrior and cupped her mouth open, his cock pumping rapidly in Zoya’s mouth, each time plunging deep into the depths of the girl’s mouth, and at the very moment when the young girl felt that she was almost suffocating, a sudden burst of electric pleasure erupted in the middle of her high arched buttocks.
The young girl’s mouth, pumped by Hans’s cock, was unable to utter a moan at the peak of her pleasure, but could only emit a sweet hum in her nose while she clenched and sucked on Hans’s manhood. Before she lost consciousness, the female partisan realized with desperation and shame that she had climaxed in the gang rape of her enemy.
At the same time, Lotterer and Hans could no longer control the feeling of ejaculation. The Lieutenant Colonel pressed down on Zoya’s round and white ass, frantically pumping his penis as fast as he could, and with a convulsion filled with extreme pleasure, the Lieutenant Colonel was the first to ejaculate in the female POW’s vagina.
Immediately afterward, at the whimpering of the female captive mixed with shame and pleasure, Hans also accelerated the frequency of his loins’ shrugging, and finally, he grabbed Zoya’s advance and pressed the captive female warrior’s head dead against his crotch, his penis plunged deep into the girl’s mouth, and ejaculated a whitish liquid into the female partisan’s mouth.
The two German officers put on their pants with a satisfied expression and glanced at the Russian female POW on the bed who had been gang raped to death. Zoya was lying naked on the bed, limp, white mucus slowly oozing out of her buttock groove and mouth, her small white ass quivering slightly, as if she was still trying to retain the remnants of the pleasure after the stormy gang rape just now.
Lotterer said to the two eager junior officers, “When you’re done, take her to Captain Hoffman’s custody. She burned down the stables three days ago, and the Captain got a day’s confinement for dereliction of duty, so he and his men will be eager to settle their score with her, but it’s their duty to treat her well on this last night because… “The Lieutenant Colonel turned to look at the female partisan who was limp and helpless on the bed and said in a lewd and cold voice: “Tomorrow morning, you will be hanged for espionage and arson.”
(to be continued)