The Russian

 Lilia matched into the camp, hands behind her head as she tried to keep composed and dignified. The soldier behind gives a push, making her stumble past the japanese officer who caught her. She had been scouting the area for the Russian army before she had unluckily stumbled into a parol, being forced to surrender. It had been embarrassing to be led back as a prisoner by the smaller Japanese men, escaping fading as she entered through the gates.


Forced to walk through the camp towards the command bunker, the eyes of the troops on her as she walks. Clearly a tall white blond woman taken prisoner was something of note, feeling their eyes on her like some wild animal. Her heart skips a beat as her impending interrogation looms closer. 


Entering the gloom of the bunker as she is led deep inside the complex. Eventually reaching the command room full of officers and whirring machines. She is brought before a Colonel, her short black hair in a bob, dressed in full uniform. Even with her short stature she cuts an imposing figure, a look of contempt in her eyes as she looks at Lilia being led into the room.


Without warning her legs are kicked out from under her and she is forced to kneel, her head forced to touch the floor in a bow before the Colonel, her hands are pulled behind her back and bound. Unable to understand them as they clearly talk about her, she attempts to keep calm and collected.


Suddenly the colonel barks an order and a blindfold is tied over her eyes. Lilia feels the panic set in, but she has little time to think as her arms are yanked upwards, pain shooting through them as they are pulled further up. Desperately scrambling to her feet as she realises they have no intention of stopping. Ending in a cruel strappado, teetering in her boots unable to see anything.


She has no idea how long she stays like this feeling helpless as she just squirms in the middle of the command center, her arms ache as she tries to keep her balance. She feels hands on her, squeezing and groping. Before she can say a word a hand slaps her across the face, and a sharp command puts a stop to any protest from her. Her arms are untied, giving her relief before being bound again, wrist to opposite elbow, one leg bound to her thigh and hoisted up so her remaining foot can scuff at the floor, she squirms and struggles to the sounds of amused laughter. 


Her shirt is yanked open and her bra cut away, exposing her breasts as she struggles to keep calm. Rope is coiled around them and criss crossed her body, coiling around her like a snake.Trousers pulled down to allow a knotted rope to be thread between her legs, hoisting her up on it. Teetering helplessly on one foot, doing nothing more than working the rope between her legs and forcing her breasts to jiggle as she loses her composure. Her tightly bound blonde hair falling lacrosse her face, helpless and aroused at the hands of her foes.


She helplessly pants and moans determine not to give in to them, her body on display as they work around her. Covered in sweat, her chest heaving as she struggles all she can. Rough hands force her mouth open and a ring is buckled inpace forcing her mouth open. “I have always wanted a tame tiger” a sultry japanese voice whispers into her ear, her heart pounding with dread and rage. She is fully hoisted off of her feet, both legs now bound to their thigh, her hair tied to a rope keeping her still as she hangs in the air. 


She feels the crotch rope removed, just to be replaced with the feeling of a warm member as the officer pushes his erect cock against her. Squirming and struggling in defiance as she realises what is happening, determine not to give into them. Before she can protest too much, hands grab a hold of her head and a cock is stuffed into her forced open mouth quickly followed by her being penetrated from the other side. She squirms and fights all she can, determined not to give in as she is helpless fucked by them. Gagging and spluttering, moans of exhaustion escaping her as they continue.


Sounds of orgasme from both sides of her fill her with dread as cum gushes into her squirming body, leaving her splitting in her web of suspension. Before she can recover she feels the same thing happening, as two more step up to use her. 


Eventually gives in, an orgasem rising in her, unable to stop it as her defences crumble. Her tired and exhausted bod is let down onto the cold floor, gag removed and legs untied, but too tired to fight anymore. She feels a collar slipped around her throat, the cold metal pet tag pushing against her skin as she lays at the feet of her owner. An exotic pet from the front lines. 

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