They all shared the joke and understood the full meaning of Beria’s words.
“Now, let’s start…” his eyes shone brightly as he sought out a response from both Colonels, “And no cameras until young Stranov’s called into action.”
Like a scene from a horror movie, the defenceless woman lay in bed whilst anonymous men with intent in their hearts stood over her, assessing her, making decisions as to how to proceed.
Sign language was now required, at least until they were certain, so Sarkisov responded to the physical instruction and pulled down the covers.
Nazarbayeva had left the underwear in place and so her curves were still encased in red material as they came slowly into view.
Nadaraia pulled down on the other side and soon the sleeping woman was exposed all the way to her feet.
Beria nodded and Nadaraia extended his hand, gently grazing the soft flesh of Tatiana’s left breast.
There was no reaction.
He squeezed gently.
She lay still, untroubled, breathing gently.
He squeezed harder.
A light snoring commenced.
With encouragement from Beria, he used his other hand to liberate the sleeping woman’s breast, exposing a nipple.
He needed no encouragement to play with it.
Beria whispered and pointed.
“Them.”
The two Colonels took hold of the red panties and, in an excellent display of gentle teamwork, removed Nazarbayeva’s underwear, leaving her naked under their collective gaze.
“Slide her over,” Beria indicated the left side of the double bed and moved out of the way.
He considered removing the cloth balaclava from his head, but resisted the temptation, just in case.
Having positioned the sleeping body on the edge of the bed, both Colonels stood back. Both eased their own headwear in order to see everything properly.
Beria unbuttoned himself and moved forward.
“For all the times you have fucked with me, and tried to embarrass me, you fucking bitch.”
He pressed the tip of his penis against Nazarbayeva’s mouth and pushed it inside, feeling the scrape of her half-open teeth as he moved deeper.
The moment almost proved too much for him, such was his sexual excitement.
He withdrew hastily, for fear of choking the woman as she slept.
“Revenge is certainly sweet.”
His whispers drew smiles from his men.
He squeezed her breasts hard, the now erect nipples standing proud.
“Fine titties, at least the best I’ve seen on a General!”
Neither Sarkisov nor Nadaraia offered any argument.
“Turn her.”
Beria dropped his trousers and climbed on the bed.
He tried to enter her but nature fought back.
Saliva helped win the battle and he slid himself inside her anus before pushing himself slowly into her depths.
A soft female moan made the three of them freeze, but nothing came of it, so Beria started a steady rhythm, thrusting himself in and out of the woman he hated.
As his passion grew more and more, he became noisier, and both NKVD officers watched Nazarbayeva closely for any reaction.
Sarkisov could see her mouth open, but that was it.
Beria approached his moment, ramming harder and harder into Tatiana’s body, causing the bed to rock and noisily protest.
“Have this, you fucking bitch whore fuck!”
He exploded inside her, continuing to fuck her as he deposited his cum.
He rolled off, panting for breath, driven from his torpor by a wish to complete his revenge.
Her open mouth provided the final ignominy that he had planned to visit upon her personally.
“Comrades, now you can have your fun. Once you’ve administered the next dose,” and with intended humour, Beria resorted to the NCO’s nickname, “Comrade Serzhant Mamont can play his part.”
Beria redressed as he spoke and produced a handkerchief with which to wipe his brow.
“Enjoy yourselves, Comrades, you’ve earned it.”
Beria went to leave and then turned back.
“So which of you won the draw?”
Sarkisov looked triumphantly at his master.
Just before 2300 hrs, the door opened and the two NKVD Colonels entered the lounge, still tucking in shirts and playing with ties and buttons.
Beria looked over the rim of his glass of pepper vodka and found no need to ask the question.
They had well and truly fucked the bitch and it was written all over their faces, as well as reflected in their movements, the aches and pains of a full-on session being most apparent.
His mind turned to the next part. Almost too delicious for him to wait for, but wait he would, for now.
“Get yourselves tidied up. You look like you’ve spent the night with a two rouble whore.”
The clock chimed eleven in a soft way, not enough to wake the sleeping, just enough to inform those already awake.
“Administer the final dose as directed and then let our Mamont know the love of his life is ready and willing.”
The two men left in search of refreshment, and an opportunity to discuss the delights of the sleeping woman, before ensuring that ‘Mamont’, so called because of his unnaturally large endowment, was ready for his part in the humiliation and neutralization of GRU Major General Tatiana Nazarbayeva.
“By the Motherland!”
Nadaraia could only manage that small exclamation.
Sarkisov took it a little further.
“Now that’s what I call a fucking cock!”
Nadaraia nodded at the film camera.
“Have you got the wide-angle lens?”
Sarkisov guffawed softly.
Beria said nothing, although he felt just the smallest pang of jealousy at the apparition.
The second dose had been administered, and the three NKVD officers had taken their station in the secret room that looked out onto the guest bedroom.
The wide two-way mirror afforded each a full view of events.
Nadaraia had his Leica, its precise lenses ready to capture more moments in the sexual history of Comrade Nazarbayeva.
Sarkisov manned the movie camera, with which he would record the licentious behaviour of the GRU General… and with an enlisted man to boot!
Beria held the folder containing the developed photographs that Nadaraia had shot that early evening, preferring to keep them for later, as he watched in nervous anticipation of the Mammoth’s employment.
He turned the oil lamps up and looked at the sleeping woman.
To be honest, Stranov had been ordered to more worrying duties, such as when he was called upon to seduce a homosexual diplomat, or respond to the advances of some visiting dignitary whose love for his fellow man was well known to the NKVD.
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.