War in the Guards Fighter Aviation Regiment
She knocked on the commander's door.
— Come in," answered a hoarse voice, clearly hungover.
She entered the room timidly.
They silently looked at each other.
— I've been assigned to your regiment. As a typist," she said dully.
— Ah, so you're for me. A young cunt.
He said it just like that—cunt.
She froze in fear.
— We have seventy-six officers in our guards fighter aviation regiment," the menacing voice continued, "and every one of them dreams of a cunt. So look, either with me or with all seventy-six. Think about it.
She finally composed herself: "How can that be..."
— That's how it is. There's
a war on. Everyone's on edge. Raping girls like you right in your cunt is a common pastime for us. So—only with me. If you don't want gang assaults."He calmly took her by the elbow and led her to the table.
— Lie on your chest," he bent her over.
She was limp with fear—you could do anything you wanted with her.
He habitually pulled up her skirt from behind and began leisurely pulling down her simple panties.
He pulled them down to her knees.
A grave-like chill of the approaching fuck breathed onto her cunt.
The commander studied her bare cunt intently.
— Could it be you're a virgin?" he croaked hoarsely.
— Is it really happening right now?" flashed through her mind.
She wanted to scream and bite, but she couldn't utter a sound, and for some reason, she couldn't even move.
Soon, the hot cock of the commander of the guards fighter aviation regiment roughly broke the young regimental typist's hymen, his tenacious hands grabbing her modest tits through her blouse.
He watched as his starved cock entered her fresh, tender cunt.
The cunt seemed to creak plaintively, gaping its cunt-like mouth, into which the pilot's smelly cock roughly thrust.
— Yes, you're still brand new. With us, in fighter aviation," the officer grunted with satisfaction, his medals jingling as he feverishly fucked her.
— How old are you... Twenty?" he exhaled with boozy breath.
— Eighteen. I'm a Komsomol member," she hastily added.
Hot blood from her cunt dripped onto her stocking.
— I see, I see, Comrade Komsomol member. Well done, saving your virginity for me! I appreciate it! That's the Komsomol spirit! Everything for the front, everything for victory!" the commander laughed hoarsely. "You'll give it to me like this, doggy style, every day and every night. We can't do without it here—it's war.
— My skirt will get wrinkled," for some reason flashed through her mind during the fucking.
And the officer kept fucking and fucking her cunt, his orders and medals jingling.
The war in the guards fighter aviation regiment continued.