Bring Zaitsev’s report to Fedorov

I sigh and step forwards when I finally build up enough nerve to knock on Fedorov’s door.

“Who is it?” Fedorov grumbles from the other side after I knock.

“Private Kulikova, comrade commissar.”

“Tatyana!” He says excitedly. “Come in.”

I take a nice deep breath and walk through the door.

“Lock the door.” Fedorov orders. I comply.

“Put your gun down, take your hat off. Make yourself comfortable.” He says.

“I’m here to bring you Captain Zaitsev’s report, comrade commissar.” I say, holding up the folded piece of paper that he gave to me.

“Bring it here.” Fedorov says. He snatches it out of my hand, opens it, and glances at it before setting it down on his desk.

“Go on.” He says. “Take that crap off.”

I lean my rifle against the wall, then take off my belt and set it on the ground. I take my hat off and let my hair down. Fedorov watches me intently.

“Sit down.” He urges me, and I sit across from him, holding my hat in my lap.

“You look tired, Tatyana.” He says.

“I am, comrade commissar.” I tell him.

“What did I say about ‘comrade commissar?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, Ivan.” I mutter.

“You know that if you give me what I really want, you can have all the rest that you need.” He offers. “I heard that a member of your squad was wounded, too. How did it feel to get shot at, Tatyana?”

My blood is boiling. This fat, piece of shit coward sits in his office all day and does absolutely nothing. I struggle to hold my tongue.

“I guess that it was scary.” I answer.

“Scary? Ha!” Fedorov chuckles. “You know all that it takes to get out of there. Your old job is waiting for you.”

“I don’t want my old job back.” I say.

“You can play hard to get, but it’s only a matter of time before something happens to you out there.” Fedorov says. “How long do you want to play these games?”

“They’re not games.” I tell him.

“Just shut your mouth, bitch.” He growls. “You’ll come around.”

“May I return to my squad now, comrade commissar?” I ask.

“Only after you suck my cock.” Fedorov says. “I missed your soft, sweet mouth yesterday. I have an extra big load saved up just for you.” He chuckles and stops himself from breaking into a coughing fit.

I sigh defeatedly and make my way around Fedorov’s desk as he gleefully pushes his chair back and paws at his belt with his grubby fingers. I kneel on the ground in front of him and wait, my eyes down.

Fedorov chuckles as he pulls his pants open and shimmies them down his chubby thighs. He sits on the edge of his chair, his dirty, hairy cock sticking out.

“Now get up here and get to work.” Fedorov orders. I nod tiredly. I glance upwards for a second but I stop myself. I can’t bear to look at his face.

Fedorov grabs his cock around the base and flails it around for a moment, chuckling to himself. His laugh is just one of the many things I can’t stand about him.

“Don’t be shy, Tatyana!” He cheers.

I reach up and take his dick from him, holding it with my fingertips and guiding it to my mouth. Fedorov lets out a dramatic sigh once I slide his head between my lips. The sweaty, cheesy taste is so vile that I spend several moments scrunching my face up, struggling to breathe, and shivering before I’m used to it. It still doesn’t go away.

I start to bob my head up and down, much to Fedorov’s delight. He lets me carry on for a short time, which feels like ten minutes to me, before his reaches down with his big hands. Fedorov grabs me by the sides of my head and stands up, his pants falling further down his legs.

“Take it, bitch!” He says, starting to thrust his hips, humping my mouth. I try to back away, but Fedorov’s grip is strong. He pushes me back and pins me against his desk so I can’t retreat anymore.

Fedorov picks up his pace, his belt buckle jingling as he thrusts away. The desk against my back, the strong grip of Fedorov’s meaty hands, and the entirety of his stinky cock thrusting in and out my mouth have me fighting for my life.

“Oh fuck, Tatyana!” He moans. “This is good!”

His thrusts start to become more erratic.

“Arrghhhh fuck!” He cries. “Uuuugggghhhhhh!!!!”

Fedorov’s hands clamp down as he pushes his hips all the way forward, burying his whole length. My eyes widen and I struggle to breathe as his dick quivers and unloads again between my lips, my nose buried in a sea of dark pubes. I can feel my blood rushing to my head. The world blurs.

I cough and cough and gasp for air when Fedorov finally pulls his cock out of my mouth.

“Oh come on!” He says. “You can do better than that! Look at all the cum you’re wasting!”

Fedorov grips me by my hair with one hand. With his other hand he takes a finger and wipes my bottom lip.

“Suck it like a good girl.” He says, plunging his finger into my mouth. I meekly suck his finger clean.

“Oooh Tatyana!” Fedorov shudders. “Very nice!”

He points to a puddle of his slimy yellow spooge on the ground after he pulls his finger out of my mouth. “Clean that up.”

“Okay.” I mutter, then begin to stand up, searching for some kind of rag or cloth.

“No.” Fedorov says, wagging his finger. “Get back on your knees. Lick it up, and eat every last drop.”

I sigh and drop back down to my knees.

“If you let me fuck you tomorrow, I won’t make you do it.” He offers.

I look up at him tiredly before placing my hands on either side of the puddle and lowering my face. For a moment I can’t bring myself to do it.

“Lick it up.” He urges.

I stick my tongue out and run it through the puddle, lapping up about half of it and plenty of dirt. It’s starting to get cold, which makes it even more horrible.

“Swallow!” He cheers.

I gulp it down and gag for a moment. Fedorov simply sits there and laughs as I fight my way through the rest of it.

“There.” I say, staring to come up.

“You missed a spot.” Fedorov snarls as he puts his boot on my head and pushes me down. “Get it all.”

I stay there on my hands and knees, licking up traces of cum from the dirty ground until Fedorov is finally satisfied.

“You could have had it easy.” He growls at me. “Grab your shit and go back to your pussy of a sergeant. He won’t be able to protect you forever.”