Extracting Answers

He was uncut, thick, and long. A true, full cock. Sophia lazily pulled her cap off as she massaged his penis with her lips while he puffed on his cigarette. The song turned over to "La vie en rose." She could feel his body releasing its tension as she took his length deeper and deeper into her throat. Clearly, he had enjoyed his time in France with his breeding girls. Sophia's mind struck on something, and she took a breath before vocalizing it.

"You know, my father was a German." she said before taking his cock back into her moist mouth. It was a lie, of course; but a calculated one. She could feel the blood pulse through his veins as continued sucking his thick, white cock.

"Oh?" he said as he settled further into the moment.

"Ja. He took my mother in Stalingrad. I... I never told anyone. They would shoot me, you see?" She said before licking along his shaft. The Stadti soldier started to gently thrust into her mouth. Sophia relaxed her throat and allowed him drive his cock deeper into her. She sucked and licked him for a number of minutes before coming up for air again, where she stroked him quickly, rubbing his cockhead against her breasts. "She confessed to me in her last days she was never fucked so well as when he took her. My adopted father never knew. He raised a German girl and was none the wiser." Sophia casually unbuttoned her Commissar's jacket as she worked and shed it, leaving her in only her boots. She made sure to press her breasts against his thighs as her mouth did it's work.

"Ahh! Das ist Gut...Sehr Gut!" he said, his eyes closing as he sipped the champagne. "Und...an your mother?" Sophia fought the urge to smile. She had anticipated this question.

"A French socialist. An "undesirable." Its why I know the language." Almost immediately, she felt his hand under her chin, lifting her up.

"So you aren't really Slavic at all?" he said, his eyes boring into hers.

"I...I guess not." she said, casting her eyes to the side. She slumped down and wrenched her face from him, as if in shame. He stood suddenly, with her kneeling. This was the moment. She had to endure what was to come next.

"A German father, a French mother..." he said, almost to himself. His eyes widened suddenly. "Mein Gott!" he exclaimed. "No wonder I am so attracted to you! Turn around, girl! I must do my duty!" Sophia **** a smile onto her face, stood, and turned.

He pushed her legs apart and lined himself up with her sex. She gripped the edge of the table as he pressed himself against her. She knew that she had a full bottle of contraceptives back in her office, but presenting her sex to this man made her skin crawl. She felt his cockhead slide along her lips before he found her hole. When he slid his cock into her, she did her best to feign pleasure. Still, he was long, and thick. She did not kid herself that this was going to be a bad experience.

His thick, white cock slipped into her like a hand into a glove. Sophia had to admit that she felt full as he drew it back only to thrust in again. "Cock is cock." she said to herself as he began to fuck her. She lifted her leg so that her left foot rested on the table, and began to buck back to meet his thrusts. She stole a glance at the door to see Comrade Malenko's wrinkled face observing her "tactics". She was sure he'd want to "inspect" her later, but at the time she didn't care.

Even as his hard manhood defiled her, she couldn't help but feel some pride in making more progress than even the KGB could do; all at the cost of one pair of wool socks and a borrowed record player. The Stadti slammed into her again and again.

"Pull my hair." she said, huskily.

"Was.." he replied.

"Pull my fucking hair!" she demanded. The Stadti looped his hands around her long, black hair, and soon found the roots. His grip tightened, and he yanked back hard. Sophia spasmed on his cock as he fucked her. "Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed. It wasn't entirely an act. Sophia's Indoctrination allowed her to embrace the moment without forgetting her training. Her wet, slick sex clamped down on him.

"Breed me...Breed me...Please!"she exclaimed; calculating his intentions. The soldier started to thrust in faster and harder, her pussy wet and willing. His long, thick cock hammered into her as her husky breath escaped her lips. Sophia had fucked many men, but never a Stadti. She had to admit his enthusiasm was a welcome relief from the tired interactions with the Bloc's worn out soldiers. His cock filled her pussy amazingly well. She grudgingly admitted they had a reason to boast about their prowess as his engorged member pistoned into her. As he fucked her harder and harder and her body responded in kind, Sophia found herself biting her lip as her body shivered.

"JA! JA!" he exclaimed as he fucked her harder and harder, her soaking wet pussy clamping down on him. The Stadti soldier listened to Edith Piaf's tones as he hammered into the Stalingrad girl over and over. His testicles clenched as his cock erupted, eliciting an moan from Sophia. He buried himself deep inside of her as he came again and again. Finally, he withdrew his twitching cock to send a final rope of cum across her sumptuous ass. Sophia laughed and turned, drawing him down into a vigorous kiss.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had!" she said in a whisper. She was lying, of course, but he didn't know it.

"Kannst ich... Do you have another cigarette?" he asked, collapsing beside her on the cold interrogation room floor. She smiled warmly as she kissed him. She held him there, their lips pressed together, their tongues intertwined. She shakily produced another cigarette for him as his cum leaked from her as she rubbed her belly; a suggestion well understood across national boundaries that should a child result, she'd keep it.

Sophia lay there, lazily tracing circles of cum in his pubic hair, occasionally sucking the last drops from his cock as he puffed away. This was her moment.

"So, can you tell me who gave you that brand?" she asked. "What type of monster would hurt a man such as yourself?" It was a bold question, but any trepidation he felt was squelched as she sucked the last drops of cum from his cock.

"It... it was a woman. A whore. A whore with red hair..." he started. "I had finished my shift of guard duty. She... she promised me things I'd never imagined. I followed her into the Iron Forest...." he said. Sophia saw his eyes clench and his head start to shake.

"Easy, Mein Herr...Easy. You are safe. You are alive... and you are with me." she said as she gently rubbed her belly. He took a deep breath, and continued.

"First, we entered a bombed out building..." he said, tears welling up in his eyes. "And then, I went down some stairs." He took a few deep breathes. Sophia slid up beside him, and laid her head on his bandaged chest; her hand lazily caressing his chiseled stomach. "And then...and...then..." he said, drifting off.

"Tell me, Bitte." she said in a dreamy voice as he pulled her closer. The man tensed up for a moment, but relaxed soon after.

"And then they took my seed." He said. Suddenly, his head drooped, and he began to sob. Sophia rose up to pull his head into her bosum. "THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" he bellowed, his sobs becoming great heaving cries.

"Shh..shh...its alright...you are safe now....you are safe now..." she repeated again and again as the man sobbed into her chest. "You are safe, Mein Herr... you are safe..."

It took 20 minutes until he calmed down with Sophia holding him close to her. She slowly lowered him down onto the floor before she stood. Sophia stood up, quietly walked over to the door, and rapped on it gently. The guard appeared in the window before unlocking the door.

"Send two French whores to greet him in the morning, and give him a good breakfast with bacon and cigarettes. He is ready to talk." With that, Sophia left the cell and made her way back to the lift. She was sure that this would not be the last she heard of this, but she had more pressing matters to deal with. Namely, stopping a nuclear war.