Fedorov takes his anger out on me

Fedorov grunts and pulls me along by my sleeve in the direction of his quarters. I try to pull back but he tightens his grip and yanks me forwards. Fedorov pushes me into his room and angrily whips the curtain closed. He slaps his revolver down on his desk.

“Give me that.” He growls and snatches my PPSh out of my hands before leaning it in a corner.

“Strip.” He orders.

“I..” I begin but don’t know what to say.

“Take off all of your clothes so I can fuck you.”

“We just got back.” I plead.

“I wasn’t asking.” He growls.

“I really don’t wan..” I start but Fedorov slaps me across my face.

“Damn it Tatyana!” He barks. “If you weren’t so cute, I would have had you shot a long time ago! Now strip.”

I nod fearfully and drop my hand from my stinging cheek to drop my belts and start reluctantly unbuttoning my coat. Fedorov wastes no time tearing off his own shirt and his undershirt. He’s shirtless by the time I shed my coat and hat.

“More!” He urges, pointing his finger at my chest. I unbutton the top of my shirt and shed it. Fedorov watches me intently as I strip down to my bra.

“Boots.” Fedorov says. “Pants. Everything.”

I take off my own boots and start to remove my pants. The noises of **** and straining bring my eyes up and to Fedorov, who is straining to remove one of his boots. He manages this time, though with great difficulty. Fedorov sheds his second boot as I finish stepping out of my pants. I’m cold, goose bumps on my bare skin.

“Come here.”

Fedorov corners me and grabs me before pulling me into him. He starts to smooch on me, and I writhe in his grip. Despite my valiant efforts, his slimy, cigar flavored tongue is persistent and fights its way into my mouth.

“Mmmmm!” He groans into my mouth. I struggle, my eyes wide open.

Fedorov pulls back before hungrily staring at my chest. I try to catch my breath.

“Take that off!” He orders and grabs my bra in the middle. I hurry to unhook it before he ruins it, and let him pull it away, exposing my breasts to the cold open air.

“Your nipples are nice and hard!” Fedorov cheers with bulging eyes before taking a sultry tone and running his hands up the sides of his flabby body. “Am I turning you on?” He asks, his eyebrows and his bushy mustache cocked.

I look at him blankly, my mouth slightly open.

“Well that doesn’t really matter anyways!” Fedorov says with a chuckle before lunging for me again and grasping my tits, which he squeezes and plays with roughly.

“Enough foreplay!” Fedorov snorts before wrenching me around and tackling me down to his cot. His enormous weight folds the frame of the cot beneath us immediately, failing on impact. I bounce my head off the wall before landing in a bizarre and awkward position, trapped beneath a sweaty and hairy mass. Fedorov makes sounds of croaking and straining as he crawls off of me.

“Piece of shit.” He grumbles. “I’ll just steal Zaitsev’s cot when I’m done with you.”

The moment I manage to free myself from the twisted and broken frame of Fedorov’s cot, he’s on top of me again. He wrenches me to the cold ground, pins me down, and begins to suck hungrily on my tits as he runs his hands all over my bare body. Still recovering from the crash, my head spinning, I offer little resistance.

“Give me those.” Fedorov mutters and snatches my panties, hungrily yanks them down and fights them off my legs. He grunts as he undoes his belt and tries to pull his pants down, rolling around on top of me. After much struggle and a lot of inhuman noises, he manages to pull his feet out and turns his attention back to me.

“I’m going to enjoy this!” He says, holding me down, fighting his way through my legs, and preparing to mount me. I feel his mushroom rubbing against my pussy, before slipping down and resting right at the opening.

Fedorov wastes little time and jams his cock inside of me, giving out a sigh of satisfaction. He begins to hump me erratically, his hairy folds flapping around on my body. He forces his cock in deeper. I bite down on my lip and take it.

“Da!” He cheers. “This makes me forget all about your stupid Captain and his bullshit.”

Fedorov is already beginning to sweat and breathe hard.

“You have a nice pussy, Tatyana.” He compliments me. “Veerry tight!”

“Does it feel good inside of you?” He asks, still thrusting into me and fondling one of my tits.

“I forgot that you don’t talk.” He grumbles before diving back in to smooch on me more. I squirm beneath him.

“And I forgot that you’re a terrible kisser!” He jokes when he pulls back.

Fedorov picks up his pace and starts to slobber on my neck.

Please, just let this be over. I lay beneath him as he has his way with me, looking up at the ceiling and trying to think about anything else.

Many minutes later, Fedorov hastily pulls out of my pussy and crawls up my body, pinning my arms down beneath his knees. He grabs his twisted little cock and starts to jerk it violently in my face.

“Oh shit!” He cries. “Oh shit! Oh shit……Uuughhh!”

Viscous yellow jizz starts to dribble from the tip of his mushroom head and all over my face. I close my eyes and mouth tightly and squirm as he glazes my cheeks and lips, then my forehead. He slaps my face a few times with his cock before smearing his cum around with his tip.

“Veery nice!” He says with a grin. “I’m glad that you made it back!”