Talked to a G*rman

"Oh, welcome back, my dear Redemption Brigadier. Come here, and give your Glavkoverkh a hug."

Slowly, you feel the cold steel of a knife's edge press against your neck. A tiny bite is felt as the blade cuts your skin. Barely noticeable warmth is felt on your neck, as the sudden adrenaline has practically drowned out all your pain. Sweating in your uniform, goosebumps of dread cover your body.

"So, I've heard that you're been talking to G\*rmans...how do I know this? Well, my Black Hand keeps tabs of everything. I have do make sure my little Brigadier isn't doing anything treasonous to the state."

Releasing you from the hug, Yazov-chan pulls out a handgun and points it, her hand shaking in thinly veiled hatred, an insane look in her eyes. She motions to her guards, who lock the door behind you.

"And that means that I'll have to keep tabs on you myself, every day, for the rest of your life. We'll be a lovely couple, won't we, Brigadier?"

"My cause is just. My darling must be monitored. You will be mine!"

Unnerved by the Glavkoverkhina's sudden mood change, you step back nervously. Yazov-chan is having none of it, however, and she jerks her pistol and steps forward to accentuate her earlier threat. Her peaked cap covers her eyes in a menacing shadow. All you can see is her grin.

"Where do you think you're going, Brigadier? When I say something, I mean it. You're going to stay here, with me."

Sweat running down the back of your neck, you start to shake as the adrenaline wears off. Your throat feels dry, and the pain of the sting from the cut she inflicted is starting to rise in the back of your mind. Your collar seems to tighten around your neck. Stuttering, you manage to eke out a few unsteady words.

"I-I-I was g-going to, u-uh...train n-new recruits! F-for the Black L-league and all..."

Her lips peel back as she bares her teeth an unsettling aura settles in the room. She takes an unsteady step forward, lowering her gun, her hand shaking. Suddenly, she jerks her head up, her crazy eyes now visible in the dim, warm light of the room. Rushing forward, she pins you against the wall and leans forward, her hot breath on your face.

"You are in the Redemptionary Brigade. Your shitty excuse has a lot of holes in it, Brigadier. You really think that low-rank pukes like you train soldiers?"

Holstering her pistol, she uses her now free hand to grab your crotch. Licking your sweat off your left cheek, she chuckles.

"That is for the officers...and as for you, even if you could train Omsk's troops, you wouldn't be able to."

Backing off suddenly, the Glavkoverkhina grabs you by the collar and drags you to the bedroom in a surprising show of strength, tossing you onto the bed and walking to the edge.

"The Great Trial awaits, Brigadier, and you're going to be the first to experience it."

Slowly stripping her uniform off, the Glavkoverkhina smiles warmly. Instinctively, your wood rises to attention, straining against your pants, and you look away in shame.

"I-I'm sorry, Gla--"

Quickly shushing you before you can finish your sentence, Yazov-chan crawls onto the bed, getting closer to you, a twinkle in her eye.

"It's alright, my Bridgadier. I'm happy that your body has chosen to accept me. It'll make things easier for me..."

Yazov-chan's demeanor darkens a little, and she moves some stray hair out of the way of her face. A feeling of dread suddenly washes over you; terrifying thoughts bounce around in your head, and you seem to take up a thousand-yard-stare. She moves her hand to your pants, undoing your belt and pulling your pants down, your wood standing tall, released from its fabric prison. You jerk a little, startled, and the feeling of dread vanishes. This reaction elicits a small giggle from the Glavkoverkhina.

"Relax, my dear Brigadier. I'm not going to do anything bad to you, as long as you do what I say. If you don't, well..."

Yazov-chan's eyes finish the sentence, and she sits on you, leaning forward, her boobs in front of your eyes, taking your arms and pivoting them up, so they rest against the bedpost.

"Do you like them?"

While you stutter out a yes, captivated by the Glavkoverkhina's fairly ample bust, you fail to notice the cuffs she had pulled out and secured to the bedpost. You realize after the cool metal touches your wrist, and the clicks of a handcuff tightening are heard. You struggle against the cuffs.

"W-what the hell is this for, Glavkoverkhina Yazov??"

Yazov-chan chuckles condescendingly, and scoots down on your body, until your dick is lightly touched by her butt, and she stops. Leaning down, she slams her left hand down on your chest and leans forward, caressing your cheek with her other hand. Your cheek tingles where she touches you.

"Like I said, you're going to stay with me forever. And since you went as far as to make up an excuse to leave me, I had to take precautions, you know."

You stop struggling, as you realize it is pointless. A defeated look washes over your face, but Yazov-chan takes it as a sign of understanding. She clasps her hands together and smiles, her threatening demeanor one of warm, jovial friendliness now. "I'm sooo glad you've finally came to your senses, my dear Brigadier. I'm glad you realized that struggling would only waste your energy." Lifting her hips up, Yazov-chan looks down at your dick and aligns her entrance with your tip, her juices dripping down onto your member. The sudden feeling of dopamine washes over you as your tip barely touches Yazov-chan's warm, wet entrance. Life in Omsk is not full of pleasure, so this takes you by surprise. You gasp a little in shock.

"And now, my dear darling, the Great Trial...begins."

Slamming her hips down, she suddenly takes all of you into her by force, your tip almost kissing her cervix. A cry of pleasure emanates from both of your lips. The Glavkoverkhina, usually quite serious and stone-faced, blushes, her eyes full of lust, although an unsettling feeling rises in the back of your head when you look into them. Licking her lips, she lifts her hips up again and slams them down, gentler this time. Her walls wrap around and grip your cock, and she's dripping like a dude in a Supreme jacket.

"A-Ah~ you're hitting my g-spot..."

Yazov-chan lifts her hips up again, and slams them down, over and over. New to this sort of pleasure, you quickly cum, shooting your baby batter deep into her womb. She looks disappointed as she lifts her hips up, your semen dribbling out of her pussy, onto the bed.

"I expected more from a soldier of Omsk."

Your vocal chords freeze up in fear. Yazov-chan's expression darkens, and the feeling of dread has replaced your euphoria in full force. Reaching for a terribly long syringe on the nightstand, she sticks it slowly into your thigh. It hurts like all hell, and you scream in pain. She ignores your cries, and depresses the plunger, sending all of whatever was in the syringe into you.

"You're probably wondering what I just put into you, aren't you, Brigadier? Well, it's just a little...something that will help boost your stamina, at least until you gather enough for next time. This is your training--no, this is your Great Trial. You've interacted with a filthy t\*uton, and it is up to me to personally...milk...that filth you picked up out of you."

Your wood rises to attention, and it aches terribly. It feels like your dick is going to explode, and you groan in pain. The Glavkoverkhina grins, and lifts her hips, slowly pushes herself down onto you. You scream in pain, it hurts, it hurts like Satan himself is burning your dick.

"The Great Trial is going to be full of pain and hardship, my Brigadier."

Twisting and grinding her hips against you, her walls seeming to grow tighter, you scream even louder in unbearable agony.

"You should thank our scientists for creating such an amazing concoction. It's an amazing thing..."

In an almost primal way, she continues using you. Vigorously moving up and down your shaft, twisting her hips and licking your cheeks, rubbing her boobs on your chest...the torture seems to go on forever, and she pays no attention to your cries of help...and your consciousness slowly starts to slip away with every movement of hers...

The Great Trial has begun...and it is far from over

*Author: alfa*