A meeting with the commissar

Kozlov doesn’t make an appearance in the communications room. I go back to work, but I can not focus. I don’t even know who to report to now. I can’t believe he killed him. This is a man with some serious problems, and he’s taken a fascination with me. I fear for when he returns.

I turn my head when I hear somebody enter the room. It’s a young man in a uniform.

“I’m looking for a Private Kulikova.” He announces.

I take my headset off and raise my hand.

“I’ve been sent to bring you to Commissar Fedorov.” He tells me. “Come along.”

I quietly follow him. My heart races. I don’t think that he will take no for an answer this time. The walk to Fedorov’s office isn’t long enough, and in no time we are standing outside of his door. The man who came for me steps forwards and knocks.

“I’ve brought her to you, comrade commissar!” He announces through the door.

“Come in.” Fedorov yells back from the other side.

We make our way inside, and stand before Fedorov, who is behind his desk. His gun still sits on the desk in front of him. Fedorov looks at the man.

“You.” Fedorov orders. “Go outside and make sure that nobody interrupts us, and I mean NOBODY! For any reason! Even if Hitler himself is attacking this bunker, nobody comes through that door! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Comrade commissar.” He replies.

“Good.” Fedorov snorts. “If you fail, you will be shot. Go, and lock the door on your way out.”

The man leaves hastily. I shiver when I hear the lock click and the door shut behind me.

“So, Tatyana.” He says. “We are all alone.”

“You know how I like your hair.” He adds. I sigh and let it down for him. I run my fingers through it a few times.

“Very nice.” Fedorov says. “Do you know that you are a very pretty girl, Tatyana?”

“I’ve been told a few times, comrade commissar.” I tell him.

“You know that you can call me Ivan when we’re alone.” He reminds me. “Come have a seat.”

I approach the chair in front of Fedorov’s desk.

“Uh-uh!” He interrupts me. “Have a seat on my lap.” He pushes his chair back, puts his hands behind his head, and waits expectantly with disgusting smirk on his face.

I take a deep breath in and out before making my way around his desk and entering the repulsive stench that emanates from him. I put a hand on the desk to brace myself as I sit across his chubby thighs. He wraps one of his arms around my waist, the other he rests on my knee.

“You know, Tatyana,” he says, stroking my bare thigh gently. “My offer still stands. I can do many nice things for you. I am a very powerful man.”

I find myself unable to respond. I can feel his cock hardening beneath me and pressing against my ass. He sneaks his hand further up underneath my skirt and rubs his cold, grubby fingers against my inner thigh. It tingles, and it makes me squirm in his lap.

“I told you that I don’t want any special treatment. It isn’t fair to the others.” I say.

“Others? Ha!” Fedorov laughs, before taking a sultry tone. His hand sneaks even further up my thigh. “This is about me and you.”

He leans forwards and starts to slobber on my neck and cheek. He reaches up underneath my shirt with the hand that was around my waist.

“Come on,” he says, reaching further up and groping my tit. “Letting me fuck you would open a world of opportunities to you!”

“I can’t risk getting pregnant.” I manage to squeak out.

“Fine, I’ll just cum on your tits!” He jokes.

I nearly jump out of his lap when I feel his chubby fingers grab my pussy, but he holds me too tightly for me to escape.

“Stop!” I plead, still squirming. I can hear him begin to growl. “Please, I don’t wan…”

He stands up and throws me to the ground.

“God damn it girl, why do you have to make this so difficult?” He asks, enraged.

“It’s just that…” I begin.

“Just what?” he mocks, kicking me sharply in the ribs. “Shut the fuck up! I am sick of your excuses!”

“I am your boss!” He barks. “And you will do whatever the fuck I want you to!”

“If you dare to refuse me one more time, I will have you sent to a Siberian gulag for the rest of your life!” Fedorov threatens, before taking a sinister tone. “I hear the guards there treat the pretty girls very nicely.”

“What is it that you want?” I ask with a wavering voice, bringing myself up to my hands and knees.

“I want to suck my cock like a good girl.”