Escape from the Donbass

He threw supplies including a little extra for his neighbor into a gunnysack he carried with him. He dreaded the half hour walk. He didn't want to use any petrol, so he'd left the car, a Skoda, at home, ready to go. His bag was heavy.

It was nearly two hours before he returned home, and he was hot and sweating from the walk. He knocked on Ira Stepanovna's door and when she saw him she went white as a ghost.

"What's the matter?" Denis asked.

"Nothing. I thought you left!" she answered. Denis figured she was sad and pulled out extra cans of food. "We are leaving. I brought you a few things from my brother's secret stash. Do you have anybody to help you when we go?"

"Yes," she answered. Her hand shook as she examined a jar of pickled tomatoes.

"Are you okay?" Denis asked, concerned.

"I'm fine. Just go. Thank you Denis. Just go," and she hustled him out the door and he heard the lock turn.

Denis stood in the hallway, befuddled by her strange attitude.

He unlocked his door and stepped through. The place seemed empty although the radioman was still on the balcony. When he saw Denis he whistled and smiled at him. "The bedroom," he said.

The bedroom door opened and Vera was with the Colonel, and open bottle of booze on the nightstand. The Colonel was sitting on a chair, his shirt was off and Vera was rubbing his shoulders. Denis was flabbergasted at the scene.

"She's pretty good. Do you want a drink?"

"Vera!" Denis called out but the Colonel pointed his pistol at him.

"Do you know what we do with traitors?" The Colonel's smug smile disturbed Denis almost as much as the sight of his wife massaging him.

"What are you talking about?" Denis answered, trying to think of what the hell had happened since he'd left.

"We had a visit from patriotic neighbor who told us everything about you. She told us about your phone," he threw it on the bed.

"Unlock it," he commanded, and then groaned, "Woah, woah, woah, your wife is good at this. Get on the bed sweetie."

"Unlock it?" Denis felt a pit in his stomach. Ira Stepanovna. They'd been too loud. The bitch had ratted them out the first chance she got.

Vera crawled onto the bed, glassy eyed. Clearly she'd had a couple of swigs. "Don't be mean, Ilian Sergeivich. He's just a fool. Let him go. For me?" She pulled up her dress, exposing her ass to him. She wasn't wearing underwear, her pink lips visible through her pubic hair.

Denis picked up the phone, his mind racing. He'd practiced this, just in case this moment came. He punched in the code to unlock it, then pressed the gallery button and deleted the entire folder of pictures, all within the space of a few seconds as the Colonel lectured him on Dante and the last circle of hell, reserved for traitors. Denis wanted to fly into a rage and beat the shit out of this guy but he kept his cool. The phone numbers would still be there, but he guessed they wouldn't mean anything to any interrogators.

"This is outrageous and there must be some sort of horrible mistake!" Denis answered, handing the phone back to the Colonel. He could see his military pants tenting. The guy was rock hard.

Vera admonished him, "Please, Denis, quiet. It will go easier." She wasn't even crying or upset which disturbed Denis. If she was acting, she had to be, then it was a great performance.

"You're lucky I don't kill you," the Colonel answered. "Sweetie, get on all fours. I like it that way. Show your husband what it's like to be with a real man."

"Yes Colonel," Vera answered and Denis's heart broke. She pulled off her dress and presented herself in a position of complete capitulation, looking at her husband with doe eyes. She nodded toward the door and moved two fingers like a running man which Denis interpreted as a signal to get out.

The confusing part for Denis was on some level she seemed to want this. The Colonel kept the pistol in his hand as he stood up and he made a show of spreading her ass cheeks and then gripping between her legs and she bit her lip, sighing. Denis couldn't tell if she was acting. Perhaps the alcohol helped.

Denis heart skipped a beat. He stood there, looking around the room for a weapon. The Colonel just smiled at him. "See? She likes it. Maybe I should keep her around."

Denis collapsed to his knees and covered his eyes in shame.

Vera tensed as she felt the Colonel's penis at her entrance, splitting her pink lips. Involuntarily she reached between her legs and pulled it in.

"Yes sweetie, feel it. Feel this Russian cock inside you."

She felt confused because of her arousal. Somehow this powerful man's talk made her swoon and she gulped before letting out a little moan.

"Don't be afraid, you can talk to me. Tell me what you want."

"I want it," she whispered.

"Say it louder, so your husband can hear it."

"I want it!" she yelled with gusto. He thrust into her and she moaned, gasping occasionally as she absorbed his pounding strokes. He was wider than her husband. The friction was arousing.

"Denis, you can pull out your shlong if you want to play with it."

"No."

"Denis look at me!" he pointed the gun at him.

Denis was dumbfounded and stood up, leaning back against an armoire. He unzipped and to his horror he was a little aroused.

"Look at that Verichka," the Colonel said, "Your husband likes to see his wife with a real man. A real Russian man."

Vera looked at her husband and she smiled. Somehow that made Denis even more aroused.

"Are you going to kill us?" Denis asked.

"Not if you do what I say. I'm definitely not killing your lovely wife. That would be tragic. You, on the other hand, you need to earn your freedom. Get yourself a drink."

Denis walked over to the nightstand and chugged from the bottle.

Vera moaned. "Turn over dear," the Colonel asked.

She disengaged from him and lie on her back, spreading her legs. "Be gentle," she murmured.

He maneuvered between her legs and again found her warm hot hole. She closed her eyes and focused on the warm fluttery feeling building inside her tummy as he defiled her. She felt confusing waves of pleasure from head to toe and she again moaned loudly.

Denis focused on his wife's pussy, her lips gripping the Colonel's fat cock. She squirmed and seemed to wriggle around as if trying to fit his cock in from any angle.

Vera felt as if her body was being lifted into the clouds, pleasure overcoming her and she breathed heavily and uncontrollably. Warm with excitement, every nerve raw with electric feeling, a live wire of orgasm coursing through her body as she cried out.

It wasn't an orgasm of love like the previous evening, but one of tension and stress and raw animal desire released. Like a distant ancestor fucked greedily and hungrily by the strongest man in the tribe, the chief, this was a fucking from somebody with raw, brutal power. At that moment she had bonded with the Colonel, would have done anything for him, and she felt only pity and resentment for her husband.

The Colonel kept going, the gun in his hand on the bed and he grunted, hard, squirting millions of sperm cells deep into Vera's stomach.

"See Denis, that's how it's done.."

He never finished his words. The chair cracked against the back of his head and he fell forward, out cold. The shock of the noise and the splintering wood pulled Vera into the present, out of her sexually induced delirium.

"Oh my God, Denis!"

"Come on Vera, get your clothes on." She squirmed out from under the Colonel and threw on her dress and shoes. Denis had the pistol in his hand and checked to make sure there was a round in the chamber. If this didn't work he might have to use it on himself.

Already the door opened up tentatively, and the radioman poked his head in, "Colonel?". A half second later his brains were scattered into the hallway. Denis took a moment and took a tie from the closet and pulled it around the Colonel's neck and squeezed for a full minute, so hard his hands hurt.

He put on his clothes as the radioman's CB squawked. They gathered a few more things including the sack of food and opened the door.

"Do you love me Vera?" Denis asked.

"Of course." She answered.

"What I just witnessed makes me question that."

"I know," she answered softly, feeling a glob of cum run down her leg. "I had to. To save us. He raped me."

"Did he?" Denis looked into her eyes with something like fury.

"I saved your life. My body can't help itself."

"I saw something else."

"Let's just get out now, while we still can. We can apologize to each other later."

"Me apologize?" Denis answered incredulously.

"We have to get out of here," she said and Denis knew she was right.

Ira Stepanovna yelled at them from behind her door, "Is everything okay?" she asked meekly.

"Fine Ira Stepanovna," Denis said and he locked his apartment door. "They just want their privacy."

The couple calmly entered the elevator and never returned.