Chapter 58 - Candy Bar Sex
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This is part eight of the time travel that Satan gave to Briana during the
celebration of the Black Mass. Briana has been transported to the final days of
the Third Reich. Ingrid and Briana escape from Stalin and wind up as whores for
the Marine detachment guarding the President.
It was 2:00 in the morning when the girls quietly opened the door to Stalin's
apartment. The guard looked at them questioningly.
"We were disturbing Comrade Stalin's sleep. He suggested we go find somewhere
else to rest," said Ingrid to one of the two sleepy looking guards outside the
door.
"I can't let you leave without permission," said the senior of the guards.
"We are very tired and need to rest. Comrade Stalin wants us to return for
breakfast," said Briana.
"What do you think, Dimitri?" said the guard uncertain about what to do.
"I think they're very pretty and if they are nice to us we should let them
sleep in one of the empty bedrooms. This palace of the imperialists certainly
has enough rooms for the capitalists to keep their whores," said the other
guard.
"Excellent idea, Dimitri. Are you two prepared to be nice to a pair of
corporals or do you only fuck Comrade Stalin?"
"Whatever you want?" asked Briana placing her hand on the lump of flesh inside
the corporal's trousers and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I want you to suck my cock," said the Corporal.
"And you Comrade Dimitri, how can I be nice to you?" said Ingrid placing her
hand on the Dimitri's cock and rubbing it.
"It will have to be oral sex now. Maybe later we can fuck," said the Corporal.
Briana and Ingrid sunk to their knees as they unbuttoned the trousers and the
two guards and removed their cocks. Both guards were quite young and it was only
a matter of moments before the girls tasted semen.
"That was delicious," said Briana wiping her mouth with the back of the hand
as she rose to her feet.
"Now we must rest but please come and fuck us when your duty is over," said
Ingrid who had also finished.
"There are some bedrooms down the hall," said the Corporal. "We will be
relieved two hours from now. Samsonov and I will bring a bottle of vodka."
"We can get drunk and make love until we are exhausted," said Ingrid putting
her arm around the Corporal's neck and kissing him as she ground her pubic bone
against his cock.
"Is there a bed big enough for the four of us?" asked Briana her arms around
the neck of the other guard.
"Yes, go and rest until we come," said Corporal Samsonov.
The girls quickly found their way back to the hallway where the two American
Marines stood guard. The guards became alert as the girls approached.
"What's your business here, frauleins?" asked a handsome Marine sergeant
wondering what he had done to be so lucky to find two very beautiful young girls
talking to him at 3:00AM.
"We need to see the President," responded Briana in English. Ingrid's English
was much more limited than Briana's.
"Where did you learn English?" asked the Sergeant.
"London, my father is a diplomat, please, the Soviets consider us war
criminals and will hang us if you don't help, they've already raped us many
times."
"War criminals, how old are you?"
"We're both fifteen, please, you must help us, they've already allowed Polish
convicts to rape, torture, and hang many like us. We have to see the President.
Please let us inside."
"I'll have to talk to my lieutenant about this."
"Can we at least go inside and wait. If they discovered we've escaped, they'll
come and take us away and hang us on the spot." Briana stepped closer to the
Sergeant so he could see she was crying. Briana had often heard how Americans
were sentimental and easily persuaded by pretty women. It was time to find out
if that was true.
"Reno, you stay here. I'm taking them to the Lieutenant. If some Russians show
up, you ain't seen nothing."
The Ceciluhoff was truly an enormous palace. The girls followed the Sergeant
down another long hallway to a small dark office where a Marine Lieutenant was
sitting at a desk smoking a cigarette. He jumped up as soon as the Sergeant and
girls walked in.
"Sam, I told you no whores this time, Goddamn, man, the President of the
fucking United States is less than fifty feet away and you're trying to sneak a
couple of whores in here."
"They're not exactly whores, Sir. They want to see the President," said the
Sergeant as he saluted.
"God, they're young, these German girls start peddling their ass early. How
many chocolate bars did they cost you?" said the Lieutenant as he got a closer
look at Briana and Ingrid.
"We are not prostitutes. Ingrid and I were attending school in Berlin. As the
Soviets approached, we were trained as Wermacht snipers. Because we were members
of the Hitler Youth's Deutscher Madel, and served in the Wermacht, we are
considered war criminals by the Soviets. They will rape, torture, and execute us
if you do not help us," said Briana in a quiet voice.
"English, limey English no less, what makes you so different from all the
German women the Reds raped? I heard a Russian Colonel bragging the other day
that in territory captured by the Red Army over ninety eight percent of all
German women were raped. He said that included young girls of age ten and up,
old women, and even nuns. I got the impression that nuns were a priority," said
the Lieutenant laughing at his remark.
"We've already been raped numerous times. I admit that Ingrid and I can be
raped over and over again but we can only be hanged once. We want to avoid being
tortured and executed. We can be very generous to anyone who helps us escape to
the American sector," said Briana coming very close to the Lieutenant. The
Lieutenant looked her up and down. Briana could tell he was interested not in
helping her but in her body.
"Nice looking, better than anything I've seen on the streets, show me your
legs," said the Lieutenant.
"What," asked Briana?
"Don't play stupid, I like to see the merchandise before I make a purchase,
you and your friend raise your skirts and show us what you got."
Briana instructed Ingrid in German to pull her skirt up. Ingrid reached down
and slowly pulled her hem up to reveal a pair of silk panties.
"Man, I think I've died and gone to heaven, look at them pretty pink
drawers," the Sergeant said before he let out a low whistle as he looked at
Ingrid's legs.
"You too, honey," said the Lieutenant indicating Briana.
Briana pulled her skirt up to show her panties. However, she didn't stop
there. She pushed them down and off one leg then sat down in a nearby armchair
and spread her legs over the armrests. She used her fingers to separate her
labia.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" asked Briana?
"Yes, you and her clean?" asked the Lieutenant.
"Clean, of course, we're clean, we showered at Spandau Fortress before we came
here," said Briana.
"I don't mean soap and water clean, stupid, is that little pink pussy you're
showing me got any diseases, gonorrhea, syphilis, things like that."
"We don't have any venereal diseases."
"Yea, I bet, who was the last guy you two fucked?"
"Joseph Stalin."
"You got a smart mouth. I like that. Who before Stalin?"
"A couple of guards at Spandau, a platoon of NKVD soldiers at Yalta, Marshall
Zhukov and several dozen wounded general officers from a hospital near Yalta,
Soviet General Dimitri Orlov and his two orderlies, various other guards at
Spandau, eight Don Cossacks in the back of a truck right after I was captured
and two SS officers and a Walfen SS officer from the Charlemagne Division."
"You accomplished a lot for being only fifteen. You must have started when you
were ten."
"I was a virgin until April 29th of this year, so was Ingrid."
"Who popped your cherry?"
"I don't understand."
"Who deflowered you?"
"SS Major Franz Betz of the Herman Goering Division."
"Did he rape you too?"
"No, we were in the bunker at the Reich Chancellery. We thought we were all
going to die. I gave myself to him willingly."
"Oh, so you were in the Bunker with Hitler. You fuck him too?"
"No, of course not, he had just married Eva Braun."
"But you did know him, right?"
"Not really, I only spoke to him once when I was decorated. I saw him several
times in the two weeks I was in the bunker."
"What were you doing in the bunker? Fucking Nazis?"
"I was a sniper."
"Oh, you saw combat, I bet you won the Iron Cross."
"Yes. The Fuehrer awarded it to me."
"And he pinned the metal right there on your tit?"
"Actually, Eva Braun Hitler pinned it on my jacket. The Fuehrer couldn't
manage it."
"What was the medal for? Giving the most pussy to the SS?"
"I said I was a sniper. At the time, I had eighty six kills."
"Eighty six, very impressive, your girl friend also kill eighty six Reds?"
"Ingrid's unit surrendered without firing a shot."
"I imagine she was very disappointed. You know how many of you Nazi fucks I've
killed?"
"No, how many?"
"Zero, spent the entire war in Washington DC guarding the President, never
fired a shot in anger. How many kills did you end up with?"
"I lost count during the last two days, but many more."
"So what happened to Adolph and Eva?"
"They committed suicide. I watched them burn their bodies."
"So he didn't get on a U-boat and go to Argentina."
"No, I saw their bodies. I identified them to the NKVD."
"Now that's damn interesting. Did you know that Stalin told the President that
they couldn't find Hitler or Goebbels bodies?"
"No, I wasn't aware of that. Goebbels and Magda's bodies weren't burned. They
used all the petrol to burn Hitler and Eva Braun. I showed Goebbels and his
wife's bodies to the NKVD."
"What did you think of Eva Braun? I heard she was a real piece of ass."
"She was very beautiful. She always seemed happy. She loved Hitler very much.
I admired her."
"Must have been some hot pussy for your Fuehrer to marry right before he offed
himself. I see you and Ingrid got an all over tan. Is her pussy tanned too?"
"Show him your pussy," said Briana to Ingrid in German. Ingrid lifted her
skirt again, pushed her panties down and sat down in the other arm beside Briana
and hooked her legs over the chair arms.
"Lieutenant, I want some of that. That's prime meat. Let's keep them around if
for nothing else an occasional fuck."
"Quiet Sergeant, keep it in your pants. You girls are certainly tanned in all
the right places. Every fucking German whore I've seen is as white as a sheet.
Where did you lay out in the sun naked?"
"Yalta, at the Czar's summer place, we were there with Marshall Zhukov."
"Oh yea, Marshall Zhukov, did you meet any other high Soviet officials besides
Stalin and Zhukov?"
"Only Deputy Prime Minister Lavrenti Beria and Field Marshall Vorishilov."
"You fucked Beria, too"
"No."
"Vorishilov?"
"Yes."
"Just you or both of you?"
Briana asked Ingrid if she remembered whether she fucked Vorishilov.
"I can't remember. I was pretty drunk and we were screwing everybody,
probably," responded Ingrid.
"Ingrid says probably but she was drunk. It was an orgy."
"Probably, she doesn't know for sure."
"It was a large party with a dozen general officers and a number of Soviet
nurses and female officers. Everyone had sex with everyone else."
"Fucking Red Army orgy, you and Ingrid do the lesbo thing with each other and
Soviet women?"
"Lesbo thing, I don't understand."
"Did you have sex with each other, you know rug munch, muff dive, eat pussy?"
"Yes, we've done that."
"Man, Lieutenant, let's get them to put on a show for us. I'm already hard as
a rock just looking at those quims."
"Great story girls, I should let you tell it to the President. Harry Truman
loves that kind of horseshit. Seriously, I got eight horny Marines who've been
stuck here in this drafty shit hole for two weeks. I've got to get them laid
before we go back to the states or I'll never hear the end of it. This has been
a tough assignment. I've heard some of the most boring speeches known to God or
man. We asked that bitch Captain Annette Jenkins to let some of us go into
Berlin for some R&R but the dyke cunt refused. Our cocks need some relief before
we leave day after tomorrow. Let's cut a deal," said the Lieutenant reaching
over to open a desk drawer and extract two cartons of American cigarettes and a
handful of Hershey chocolate bars.
"I'll give you two cartons of Pall Mall and six of the Hershey bars, shit
that's a lot. You can get an ass fuck in Berlin for two packs of cigarettes or
three chocolate bars but what the hell. No point in hauling all this crap back
to the states. You girls stay here with us for the next couple of days and take
care of my detachment. We'll feed you, fuck you, and keep you way from the
Russians."
"I want four cartons and a dozen chocolate bars and you take us to the
American sector when this is over. We can't fall back into Soviet hands. Beria
will make sure we're hanged."
"Oh yea, I forgot about Beria," said the Lieutenant with an air of disbelief.
He took another look in the drawer, pulled out two more cartons and some more
chocolate bars."
"Only got nine Hershey bars, take it or leave it."
"And you will leave us in the American sector?"
"Sure, we'll drop you off in the middle of the 101st Infantry. You can get
right back to work earning more smokes and candy."
"All right, done." Briana then turned around and explained to Ingrid what she
had just negotiated. Ingrid stood up and began to unbutton her dress.
"Little whore friend is awfully eager to suck some American dick, you can get
naked too, the Sergeant and I are going first, I'm not into sloppy seconds, oh
yea, you just fucked Stalin so I'll be dumping my load right on top of Poppa
Joe's," laughed the Lieutenant.
Briana and Ingrid got fully undressed. Briana and the Lieutenant watched as
Ingrid walked over to the Sergeant and embraced him. He spent a few moments
admiring her breasts with his mouth. Then he pushed her down to a kneeling
position.
"Take it out and suck it, fraulein," said the Sergeant. In spite of Ingrid's
lack of English, Ingrid knew what expected. She unbuttoned the uniform trousers
as the Sergeant unbuckled his web belt. Ingrid carefully slid his trousers down
to his knees. The Sergeant's cock was already hard. Ingrid began by lightly
playing the tip of her tongue around the pink cock head.
"Just like a New Orleans Storyville whore, see how she uses her tongue to
tease it before she get down to business, lick them gyrene nuts too, " said the
Sergeant pulling his cock straight up so Ingrid could suck his balls. He spoke
in what Briana now recognized as the accent of an American who grew up in the
southern area of the United States.
"Let's find out if you suck cock as well as you bullshit," the Lieutenant said
to Briana.
Briana decided not to answer other than to reach down and rub her hand across
the bulge in the Lieutenant's uniform trousers. The Lieutenant leaned down and
took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it. His hand moved to between
her legs and he rubbed her slit as she pressed it into his hand and moaned.
"Nothing sweeter than the sound of a whore's moan. You're awfully pretty for
a whore. I've heard you German girls suck dick better than a Harlem nigger
wench," said the Lieutenant as he too placed a hand on her shoulder and pressed
Briana down toward his crotch. As Briana listened to Ingrid noisily sucking on
the Sergeant's cock, she worked the Lieutenant's cock from his fly and began to
lick the head of his cock. She looked up in his eyes as she began with long slow
licks that began at his balls, traced the ridge of skin on the underside of his
shaft and ended with her mouth engulfing his cock head.
"Man you are good. I'm not going to last long if you keep that up. They teach
you to suck cock like that in the Hitler Youth? What's your name again?" asked
the Lieutenant.
"Briana, that's Ingrid. No, they were very strict at the school."
"So where did you suck your first cock?"
"In the bunker?"
"Oh yea, the SS Major."
"Actually, an SS Captain was the first cock I sucked."
"Man, you really get around. Jesus, fuck, I'm going to cum. It's been too damn
long since Lt. Perry Williams blew his load."
"Me too, Lieutenant, let's take a blowjob now, then swap for a fuck."
"All right Sergeant, honey, Briana, open wide and prepare to swallow your
first load of Marine jism," said the Lieutenant beginning to breathe louder and
faster.
Briana concentrated on the Lieutenant's piss hole as it spurted warm semen in
her mouth. Behind her, she sensed that Ingrid was accepting the Sergeant's sperm
in her mouth. She held his semen on her tongue and did not swallow it. When the
Lieutenant finished and Briana had performed a final tongue cleaning of his
prick, she stood up and walked over to Ingrid who had finished with the
Sergeant. The two girls embraced and kissed. Their tongues darted back and forth
as they shared their mouthfuls of semen.
"Shit man, look that those sluts swap that jism back and forth, you don't see
that back home in Nashville," said the Sergeant.
"Nor in Chicago, unless you got a couple of whores so drunk they'll do
anything for a few bucks."
"Here, have a glass of water. No offense, Sergeant, but I don't want to taste
your spunk in case I get carried away and kiss her on the mouth."
"Whew! That was a Class A hum job. But hey, I'm already getting hard again."
"Me too, tell your friend we're going to switch."
As she finished the glass of water, Briana explained to Ingrid that they were
going to swap. The Sergeant was going to fuck her while the Lieutenant did
Ingrid.
"Let's screw them dog style over the desk, we'll do it together, we can even
swap holes," said the Lieutenant.
"Sure Lieutenant," responded the Sergeant.
Briana began to carefully move the papers toward one end of the desk as she
placed her elbows on the desk blotter and leaned forward. Ingrid did the same.
Briana moaned as she felt fingers slip into her cunt.
"Hot, wet, and ready, this is some fine pussy, shit I want a transfer to
Germany," said the Sergeant as he slipped two fingers into Briana's vagina.
Briana turned to kiss Ingrid as the Sergeant's fingers worked inside her
vagina. Briana slipped one hand down between her legs and began to stroke her
clitoris.
"You girls get fucked in the ass a lot?" asked the Lieutenant.
"Yes, you can fuck Ingrid's ass if you want. Sergeant, you can screw my ass if
you prefer," said Briana. She informed Ingrid that the Lieutenant was interested
in anal intercourse. Ingrid reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart.
Briana did the same.
"I'll fuck your pussy first," said the Lieutenant, "Then I'll finish in your
butt. Nothing sweeter than the sight of jism leaking out of a baby whore's
asshole."
The two girls stretched out and grabbed the edge of the desk as the Marines
slipped their cocks into the girl's cunts.
"Good stuff, ain't it?" commented the Lieutenant as he stroked his cock into
Ingrid's cunt. "Squeeze that pecker, Ingrid, feed that hungry pussy. You know
you want all the Marine cock you can get." Ingrid instinctively moaned loudly
and commanded her cunt muscles to contract around the Lieutenant's cock.
"You bet, it's hot, wet, tight, and knows just how to grab your dick where it
will do the most good. This one also has a tight asshole," answered the Sergeant
as he moved forward and back in a steady rhythm. He had slipped a finger deep in
Briana's ass hole. Briana responded by pushing herself back and forth in a
complementary fashion.
"Oh, this is so good," said Briana looking sideways at Ingrid and smiling.
Briana found herself enjoying the way the Sergeant was screwing her pussy while
vigorously finger fucking her asshole. The Sergeant kept working more fingers
into her asshole as he fucked her pussy.
"I'm going to travel the Hershey Highway," said the Sergeant. Briana had no
idea what he meant until she felt him withdraw his cock from her pussy and began
to work it inside her anal ring.
"Yea, why not? It's not like they got anybody to complain to," said the
Lieutenant.
It only took a few strokes for both Marines to unload their cum in the girl's
rectum. The two girls remained lying across the desk as the Lieutenant
instructed the Sergeant on what to do next.
"Sergeant, we need to take a break and get these whores out of my office
before someone comes by. Set these two up in the unused bedroom across the hall.
There are two twin beds in there so it's perfect. You go out and take Reno's
place. Let him have a go with them. When the guard changes at 4:00, they can get
a piece. You warn everyone to keep their mouths shut. If Captain Jenkins or
Commander Tate finds out, we could all wind up in the brig.
The Sergeant conducted them to a nearby bedroom with two twin beds. Almost
immediately, they were paid a visit by a tall lanky corporal who informed the
girls he was from right outside Lubbock, Texas and that his name was Reno
Stevens.
"Since there's two of you and only one of me, let's make a sandwich. This can
be the meat," announced Reno as he pulled down his pants to reveal a long
slender cock.
It took a few questions and answers for Briana to understand what Reno were
asking. When she did she translated for Ingrid who laughed and stepped forward
to take Reno's cock in her hand.
"Such a nice cock. May I suck it?" asked Ingrid in her limited English.
"You bet you can, sweetheart. Man, you two are some fine looking pussy," said
Reno undressing rapidly.
Reno had requested something he called an "around the world". After he
explained what that was to Briana, she had to translate for Ingrid. The girls
got busy and provided Reno with a complete "around the world." Reno must have
been pleased with their performance and mentioned it to the other Marines
because Briana and Ingrid were asked to perform an "around the world" on each
Marine in the early morning hours.
Between visits by the Marines, the girls had not slept that night. At 9:00,
the Sergeant had shown up with an American breakfast of real eggs, ham, and
bread he referred to as a biscuit. There was also a pitcher of orange juice and
fresh milk and a pot of coffee. The Sergeant and another Marine named Corporal
William Pope chatted with them while they ate.
"How's the chow? Briana" asked the Sergeant.
"Chow, I don't understand," replied Briana.
"Grub, food, chow, you know what you're eating."
"It's delicious. Thank you very much. It has been months since I had fresh
eggs. We haven't seen orange juice or real coffee in years."
"Must have been tough not having coffee or fruit," said Corporal Pope as he
watched the naked girls eat.
"Listen after breakfast, you two girls get some sleep. I'll come by with lunch
around 1:00PM. After that, we've organized another round of visits by the
detachment." The Sergeant handed Briana a piece of paper. It was a typed
schedule for the afternoon. Two Marines would visit the girls for one hour
beginning on the hour at 2:00PM. The Sergeant strung blankets on a rope down the
center of the room separating the two beds.
"Some of the guys like a little privacy when they're getting laid," were how
the Sergeant's explained the curtain of blankets.
Briana and Ingrid climbed into one of the beds, curled up with one another and
went sound asleep. The girls slept soundly until the Sergeant and Corporal Pope
showed up with lunch. The girls were amazed at how well the Americans ate. Even
Marshall Zhukov at the Czar's palace did not eat as well as the American
Marines. Lunch consisted of a small steak, potatoes, and green beans. The
dessert was something the Sergeant called "pie a la mode". It had been years
since Briana and Ingrid had eaten this well.
"We got a problem, Briana and Ingrid," announced the Sergeant.
"Yes," answered Briana as she finished the pie.
"We had to explain to the chef why we needed two extra breakfasts and lunches.
He wants a piece. I know you and the Lieutenant only agreed upon the Marine
detachment but he said that since he was supplying all the food, he deserved a
piece of ass. He threatened to tell the Captain about you two if we didn't let
him fuck you."
"All right, when?"
"As soon as you finish eating?"
"All right."
"There's something more you should know."
"What is it?"
"Ernie is a nigger. He's not a white man. But he's real clean and as you can
see, one hell of a cook."
Briana turned to Ingrid and explained what was being said. Ingrid nodded her
head in agreement.
"We will have sex with the cook," announced Briana.
"So this is the new schedule," said the Sergeant as he handed Briana another
typed piece of paper. Briana saw that the start of the afternoon sexual
activities had been moved back an hour.
When Ernie's done, I'll sneak you two across the hall to the bathroom. You're
going to need to wash up after you've fucked Ernie," said the Sergeant getting
up to leave. Corporal Pope gathered up the luncheon trays and carried them away.
The Sergeant came back with a young well-built black man who Briana would have
guessed was in his twenties. He was dressed in a white chef's uniform.
"Briana and Ingrid, this is Ernest Whittier," said the Sergeant.
"Pleased to meet you ladies," said Ernest.
"Would you also like an "around the world?" asked Ingrid.
"Yes, Miss Ingrid, that would fine, just fine," answered Ernie looking
surprised at what he had just been offered.
" I'll be back in forty-five minutes so don't waste time, Ernie," announced
the Sergeant as he left.
As soon as the Sergeant left, the two girls almost attacked Ernie. They were
very curious about his cock. It was only a matter of moments before Ernie was
standing there with his trousers around his knees and his cock being alternately
sucked by the mouths of two of the prettiest white women he had ever seen.
Ingrid especially found herself fascinated by the long ebony cock. Ernie was
shocked when Briana went behind him, pushed his ass cheeks apart and began to
gently lick his anus.
Forty-five minutes later, the Sergeant showed up just as Ernie was dumping his
third load of semen into Ingrid's asshole.
"This was some of the best white pussy a nigger can get," said Ernie as he
recovered.
After Ernie left, the Sergeant snuck the girls across the hall to bathe.
"Wash all that nigger smell off you," advised the Sergeant as he handed the
girls two bars of soap.
The Sergeant watched as the girls bathed. He found himself aroused as he
watched them wash each other in the shower.
"Want some company? I could use a wash," asked the Sergeant. The girls laughed
when the Sergeant entered the shower. Briana started washing his cock while
Ingrid poked a soapy finger up his asshole. The shower ended with the Sergeant
squirting semen into Briana's mouth that she immediately shared with Ingrid in
some deep tongue twisting kisses.
Once they returned to the room, they started on the afternoon schedule of
fucking each Marine. The time passed quickly. It was during the last hour on the
schedule that Briana looked up to see two uniformed female officers of the US
Navy watching her screw Corporal Pope in the missionary position. On the other
side of the blanket, you could hear Ingrid moaning as Corporal Reno screwed her
dog style. Ingrid was going to say something to the Corporal when the senior of
the officers put a finger to her lips indicating she was to keep quiet.
Briana's first thought was that the situation with the two female officers
would be like that of the cook, Ernie. They had somehow learned of the girl's
presence and decided that they too required sex. Briana returned her
concentration to Corporal Pope. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks and
began to pump furiously. Moments later, the Corporal tightened his nut sack and
pushed its contents of fresh sperm into Briana's vagina. On the other side of
the blanket, Corporal Reno yelled, "I'm cumming, Ingrid baby," thereby
indicating he had completed his orgasm.
"Corporal Pope, I hope you enjoyed that piece of tail since it may be the last
get for a long while," said the senior office.
"Shit, Captain Jenkins, I didn't see you," said the Corporal jumping off
Briana and grabbing for his pants. He saluted with one hand as he attempted to
cover his cock with the other.
"How was it?" asked Captain Jenkins. There was a loud "Oh my fucking God,"
spoken by Corporal Reno from the other side of the blanket.
"Get your ass out here, Corporal Reno," said Captain Jenkins.
The two corporals hurried dressed and stood attention before the officers.
They were trying to get dressed and come to attention at the same time.
"Commander Tate, take these two to Lieutenant Williams. Find out if he is
aware of this. I'm going to stay here and question these two ladies," ordered
the Captain.
As soon as Commander Tate had left with the two corporals, Captain Jenkins
walked over to the window and threw open the drapes flooding the room with the
later afternoon sun.
"You two sit down over there," ordered the Captain in crude German.
"I speak English. My friend Ingrid speaks some English," said Briana as she
took Ingrid's hand and the two of them walked over to a small couch and sat
down. The girls did not put any clothes on.
"Good, my German's rusty. How old are you?"
"We're fifteen. We are fleeing from the Soviets who will torture, rape, and
execute us if we are caught. They consider us war criminals. We came to ask the
President for his protection."
"That's ridiculous. How can two fifteen-year-old girls be war criminals? If
you were fleeing from the Reds, why did you decide to stop here and screw our
Marines? You're whores and prostitutes. That's the long and short of it."
"We're considered war criminals because we were members of the Deutscher Madel
and we served in the Wermacht during the defense of Berlin. Women that served in
the Wermacht are being treated as war criminals. We've witnessed what they will
do to us. If the President won't protect us, they will give us up to Polish
convicts who will begin by raping us. Then they will torture us and finally hang
us. We pretended to be prostitutes because that was the only way that we could
get the Lieutenant not to turn us over to the Red Army. He said that if we
serviced his Marine detachment for the two days, he would drop us off in the
American sector of Berlin. Please help us Captain, we don't want to die," said
Briana allowing her eyes to fill with tears as she threw herself into the arms
of the female officer.
The Captain was about to say something when a man in a suit wearing wire
rimmed glasses stepped inside the bedroom. The Captain immediately stood up. The
girls rose also.
"What's all the hullabaloo, Captain Jenkins? I just saw Commander Tate having
a very lively conversation with Lieutenant Perry about two fifteen year old
hookers, the Marines smuggled in here. Heavens to Betsey, they do look like
they're fifteen and pretty as a peach," said President Harry S. Truman when his
eyes settled on the nude bodies of the two girls.
