His hands worked between her thighs, and he was rewarded as Tatiana opened legs wider.
The NCO looked quizzically at the mirror, not seeing the shrugs by way of response.
“That can be edited out later, Comrade Marshal.”
Beria merely hummed a response, his own pleasures a receding memory as he started to become more aroused at what he was observing.
Believing in never looking a gift horse in the mouth, Stranov rolled on top of Nazarbayeva and slid easily inside her, despite the huge girth of his penis.
There was no lack of moisture.
Nadaraia could only admire the woman’s capacity.
“Fucking hell, but she took that without a wink. Is her old man a mamont too?”
“How the shit should I know, but judging by the way he parked his fucking bus, it would seem to be a possibility. Mind you, if he isn’t, it’ll be like throwing a sausage down Dzerzhinsky Street for him after Stranov has had his way.”
Even Beria snorted at that one.
The three returned to concentrate as Stranov pumped in and out of the drugged woman.
His width was not the only abnormal quality of his penis and he knew that he was reaching into the very depths of the woman, and the thought spurred him on.
Sarkisov quickly played with the audio setting, ensuring that the script would be recorded.
“Ah, I’m coming, Tatiana, my darling woman. Oh my love, how we fuck… how we fuck so well… I’m coming darl… ahhhhhhhh.”
Whilst it wasn’t what he normally did, for the camera it was expected, so he withdrew his huge penis and the camera recorded it depositing its contents forcefully over Tatiana’s pubic hair, on her belly, and reaching the underside of her breasts.
“Blyad! The boy has many talents, tovarich.”
Sarkisov couldn’t disagree, the efforts not yet complete as Stranov milked more from his organ.
Beria had seen the boy at work before, so wasn’t surprised. Given the sensitivity of this mission, the two NKVD Colonels were his fresh film crew, their exposure to the talents of ‘Mamont’ Stranov being new; they found it seriously impressive.
In the bedroom, Stranov knelt either side of her head and used her mouth as he had used her vagina, careful to hold her head level with his right hand for the benefit of the camera.
He had retained his erection and slowly approached another orgasm.
“Fucking hell! He needs fucking caging!”
“Shut up!”
Beria called a halt to the exchange, his own excitement reaching the level where he needed to become involved.
Stranov repeated the cries of love as he proceeded to repeat the visual experience, showing no less a quantity of fluid than before, except ensuring that he covered Tatiana’s face and hair before ensuring a sufficient deposit was given to her breasts.
Tatiana started coughing and everyone froze.
The obstruction was soon cleared, and she continued with her drugged slumber.
This time, Stranov needed a few minutes of rest before he was able to resume his violations.
Now the finale commenced, one that was not without risk, but one that Beria had specifically choreographed to produce a fitting end to his production.
The script required a different approach this time and Stranov’s acting skills came to the fore.
He swept Nazarbayeva up in his arms, feigning passionate kissing and intimate contact, done so well that the watchers were all impressed.
Even though vertical, she remained in her comatose state.
Side on to the camera now, the men behind the mirror had a close up view of a lover’s embrace, the woman’s legs wrapped around her sweetheart as he plunged inside her, pulling her up and down with his hands on her buttocks.
Slowly.
It had been agreed that it would be slow and brief because of the additional risk, a risk that the Colonels and Stranov had questioned, but Beria really wanted the shots of the proceedings, and so it was risked.
The final stage commenced.
Whilst the act of placing her on the bed, head away from the camera, was imperfect, no-one who saw what followed would be in any doubt that it was Tatiana Nazarbayeva who was being violated by the huge cock.
He spent a moment squeezing her breasts, remembering to ensure that the scar of her most recent wound could be seen and recognized.
As Beria watched Stranov drive himself into the same place he himself had orgasmed some while beforehand, the moment overtook him and his own gentle strokes produced a wonderful repeat, brought to a full intensity by watching the woman anally raped before his eyes.
The act was prolonged and brutal, the huge cock driving as deep as Stranov could manage.
Even though that was what his orders directed, he would have anyway, so sweet was the sensation.
The camera and the Leica both worked hard, catching every thrust, and every bead of sweat.
As he came close to his end, Stranov swore he felt a response, a gentle rising up of the woman’s rear, almost as if beckoning him further inside.
He exploded and, this time, remained inside her, filling Tatiana with his remaining cum.
His words of love rang clearly through the room, the tape preserving every syllable for whatever audience would have the pleasure in the future.
He rolled off, totally spent, permitting the close-up shots to be taken; close enough to see the product of his labours exit her body.
The curtain came down on the play that Beria had directed, and the three men exited the secret room to take some refreshment before, finally, the encore commenced.
In the manner of those waking from a deep sleep, Tatiana started to come alive by section, feeling the aches and pains of her body, some familiar, some the things of memory.
The covers were soft and warming, the itch in her non-existent foot ever-present.
The smells of…?
‘Eh?’
The cock…?
‘Cock?’
Her eyes flicked open and she made herself lie still, realising that there was the sound of gentle breathing by her side.
In her hand was something that she instantly recognised by touch alone, although it should not have been there.
She risked a look and found the orderly fast asleep beside her, his huge flaccid penis held firmly in her grasp.
Her senses then lit off with aches and pains from parts that should only have been available to her husband.
She touched her hand to her vagina, feeling both the moisture and raw flesh, immediately knowing that the cock she held had taken her.
She sat up carefully, suddenly aware that the huge penis had done much more than that, the sharp stabs of pain reminding her of the first time that she had surrendered herself completely to the love of her life.
Automatically, she ran her hands over her breasts and knew what it was that made them sticky.
The hint of bruising tainted them, indicating rough handling.
She looked into the big mirror and her hair told its own story.
There was pain now, real pain.
A hint of blood on her nipple betrayed a bite that had exceeded the necessity of passion.
She touched her vagina, and the rawness was almost too much, the very pressure of her fingers bringing tears to her eyes.
Looking at her breasts, the residue was obvious, silvery and shimmering in the lamp light.
But it was her back passage that screamed the most. Inside she felt battered and she understood why. She looked at the sleeping man, and knew that he had been inside her very depths with his monstrous appendage.
Reaching round her sex and down to her anus, the pain was very real. The mixture of semen and blood upon the sheet beneath her proved her violation.