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[Fritz]

Anya shivered from the cold. For 4 hours she had been lying in the thick grass, watching through the optical sight of her rifle at the road along which the Chechen caravan was supposed to pass.

- I should remember something good, Anya thought - not so It will be cold -

She immediately remembered the meeting with her beloved and only person, Stas. It was not so long ago, just 3 years ago, she then worked in the planning department at Vodmash, and he was the head of the workshop. When they first met, she immediately didn’t like him, a young, impudent, talkative guy who also wrote vulgar stories. But one day, while sitting at home at the computer, he called her on her mobile, only God knows where he got the number, and invited her to go for a walk. She, completely exhausted by loneliness, reluctantly agreed. This walk through Voronezh at night radically changed her opinion about Stas. He turned out to be a very well-read and interesting conversationalist, the night flew by in an instant, and without knowing how, she ended up at his house. Stas offered her wine, she didn’t mind. Another couple of hours passed and Anya, realizing that she was simply unable to go home, offered to go to bed, taking Stas’s word of honor that nothing would happen between them. She went to the bathroom, took a shower, and throwing a towel over herself went into the bedroom. Stas had already straightened the bed and, leaving Anya, also went to wash. They lay together on the same bed, only a blanket separated them from each other. In addition (you have to be such a fool), she lay down completely naked - Anya was always tormented by pathological insomnia if her body did not feel complete freedom. “I’ll have to go to Igor and unwind a little,” Anya thought. Gradually she began to fall asleep. And then she felt something touch her elastic ass. The dream fled from her. Anya froze. All her erotic thoughts came flooding back with renewed vigor. She couldn’t help herself, imagining WHAT could touch her buttocks. Imagine her fear when a hot man’s hand, sneaking under the blanket, confidently lay on the curve of her thigh. At that same moment, Anya was powerfully drawn to the male body. Thoughts, like a school of fish, flew away somewhere. All that remained in the night was the sensation of a hard, pulsating masculine nestled comfortably between her firm buttocks. But Stas did not stop there, sticking his second hand between the bed and the female body, he recorded the victory and continued the offensive. The hand lying on top began a leisurely exploration. She slid down her thigh, confidently caressing her flat stomach. The fingers gently circled around the navel, and then crawled higher and lay under the chest. Anya felt a confident hand appreciatively kneading her firm breasts. And then Stas clenched his fingers with unexpected force. Anya felt a surge of voluptuous-tender pain, experiencing a series of tremors in her lower abdomen. “The toy orgasm,” as Anya herself called these sensations, sobered her up a little, but Stas did not let her come to her senses. He completely captured the chiseled breast, passing the painfully swollen nipple between his fingers and lightly squeezing it. A new attack of voluptuousness made Anya let out a strangled moan, and Stas continued to gently torment the nipple. Anya was completely at his mercy, and when his knee squeezed between her legs, she obediently bent one, moving her knee far to the side. Stas immediately descended a little, and his manhood was in front of her wet slit. The cave of love appeared completely defenseless in front of a powerful aggressive beast, ready to surrender to the mercy of the winner. This vision again made Anya moan softly. In a surge of voluptuousness, she grabbed the pulsating rod of love. It was big, but not huge, and very hard. He shuddered under her thin, graceful fingers, and Anya was momentarily afraid that Stas would pour out his juice ahead of time, but he only growled muffledly. Testing it, Anya smoothly pulled the skin from the top to the base. Under her fingers she felt steel, along which the most delicate velvet gently slid. Unable to endure the sweet torment any longer, she directed the spear of love into her trembling trap, feeling Stas’s fingers pressing into her hips, and his body driving his unbridled beast further into the cave submissive to its new owner. An orgasm shook her body, and she buried herself in the pillow, muffling the moans bursting from her throat. She expected that her partner would also free himself from his juice, but he, powerfully pulling her by the hips towards him, continued to pierce his victim powerfully and steadily. Anya admitted to herself that her treacherous body was responding to Stas. Her back arched, as if wanting to present the cave to the aggressor as obligingly as possible, her hips also lived their own lives, meeting each thrust with a counter movement. Her small foot, stretching out her toes, began to caress the man’s thigh. After a few minutes, Stas could not stand it. The powerful piston running the cave of love suddenly stopped. She felt him fill her completely and then explode. A hot stream hit Anya from the inside, as if burning her out, and a long, lingering orgasm made the night bloom with rainbow colors... When Anyutka regained the ability to think, she realized that she would never be able to condemn herself for her cowardice. What happened was so amazing.

- Soooo, that’s enough, I couldn’t get wet in such a cold, and wearing wet panties is also uncomfortable, Anya said to herself and smiled. Suddenly her hearing caught a quiet noise behind her. Anya turned her head sharply and the last thing she remembered was the butt flying straight into her face.

Consciousness slowly returned to Anya, her head was buzzing and her eyes could not be opened. She felt her maskhalat, sweater, and insulated pants being roughly torn off. Someone leaned over and picked her up. Anya didn’t even try to kick or perform such a trick. It started snowing, the first snow this year. They carried her into the forest. Anya tried to say something, but consciousness left her again...

- Come on, light the fire. –

Anya realized from their voices that there were two people, and they were most likely carrying her to the base.

- It’s so stupid to be captured by the Chechens, and this is all my carelessness. – Anya was angry with herself, she already guessed what would happen to her, she wouldn’t leave them alive.

They threw her back straight onto the freshly fallen snow. Anya shivered from the cold when the icy spirit of snow penetrated her through her thin thermal underwear. One of the Chechens leaned towards her so that his beard almost touched her face, took out a large knife from its sheath and proudly showed it to her. The ubiquitous snowflakes immediately settled on the blade. Anya twitched and moaned. The already large black eyes widened, it seems, to infinite sizes. Another second and she will lose consciousness again. The Chechen hastened to assure her:

- Don’t be afraid, I’m just studying the verovki.

Anya froze. The Chechen smiled, showing a mouth full of golden teeth:

– But if you don’t listen to me... I bow, I will beat you with pressure, and you won’t die. Madlanno. So... no tricks, okay?

Anya closed and opened her eyes as a sign of agreement. The Chechen sat down at her feet and began fiddling with the thick rope that wrapped around her ankles. Anya’s breathing became uneven, expecting that the blade was about to come into contact with her skin. She moved her leg - it seems that she still doesn’t believe that I’m freeing her. Then the Chechen rolled her onto her stomach and moved to her hands tied behind her back. Soon the hands were also left without a leash. Anya slowly sat up and tried to untie the scarf tied around her mouth. When she succeeded, she spat out the gag in her mouth in disgust. It’s not that this rag stinks that much - it’s a piece of clean towel, and nothing like that. But she doesn’t seem to like him very much.

“The couple will begin the dance,” said the bearded man to the second, who was blowing diligently on the flaring fire.

Anya was staggering even when she was sitting. She looked up at the Chechen. There is only hatred in the eyes. A great feeling.

Chechen squatted down. Anya hid her gaze, looking somewhere down at the ground. Putting his finger to her jaw, the Chechen forced her to look at him. She was shaking all over and trying to whisper something. His tongue was slurred, so the bearded man could not make out anything. Only very vague fragments of words: “.. Chech... chosen... on...”

– What will your name be?

nShe continued to babble her little words. Chechen was overcome with rage.

– What is your name, I ask!

Anya froze, raising her elbow in a protective gesture, as if this would help her in some way . Seeing that the Chechen was sitting, Anya lowered her hand and said:

– ... nya...

– How?

– A-nya... – more clearly, pronouncing it syllable by syllable.

– Kharasho, Anya, – the Chechen nodded, starting to openly look at her . Good breasts, good waist... - So, Anya, could you do Mina hell a favor... take off all these rags?

– No... – she whispered, moving away from the bearded man. The voice is quiet, but tense to the limit - it’s about to break into an all-piercing screech. The Chechen shrugged his shoulders indifferently and again brought out the knife he had just used. With shaking hands, Anya began to pull off her thermal jacket. The fabric rustles excitingly.

Anya put the thermal jacket next to her on the snow and stopped. Chechen looked at her questioningly. She said barely audibly, turning crimson:

- It’s cold...

- “And Mine doesn’t give a fuck,” the Chechen snapped. – Continue.

The breasts are now well defined under the translucent Hawaiian shirt. The bearded man greedily licked his lips as he looked at the delicious mounds. Anya sees this very well, and her face twists into a grimace of disgust. She does not dare to object and begins to look for the zipper of the top. It seems like she’s been running her fingers over her top for an eternity. Chechen had just opened his mouth to scream when the buzzing sound of lightning opening was heard. Anya was in no hurry to take off her top, shyly holding it with her hands.

-Why are you making a fuss here, like a fourteen-year-old? - the Chechen barked and swung his knife. Before Anya can do anything, the blade whizzes past a centimeter from her pretty face. If she had been a little closer, the knife would have taken part of her nose with it.

Anya screamed and finally lowered her hands, pressed to her chest. The top falls down, revealing her breasts. Elastic, girlish... Chechen licked his lips again, this time quite consciously.

– Ides of Court.-

Quickly standing up, he grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her down sharply. Not expecting anything like this, Anya screamed shrilly, lost her support and fell into the snow. The cold penetrates her from head to toe, and her scream becomes even more heart-rending. Chechen grinned and stepped on her back, pinning her to the ground. He quickly got rid of his trousers and began to get down on all fours above her. Anya did not try to get up - she just sobbed muffledly, burying her face in the snow. The bearded man slowly, savoring every moment, spread her legs and began to bring his penis, swaying from side to side, closer to her. But as soon as he touched the girl, she suddenly turned over on her back with a heart-rending cry, almost knocking the Chechen off her. He blinked his eyes in amazement, not expecting such a rebuff, then swung his fist and hit Anya in the face with all his might. Then - again. The second one ran up and pinned her hands to the ground. Anya was completely fixed and could only kick her legs. The bearded man began to insert his penis into her. She tried to squeeze her legs and stop him. In vain...

Chechen smiled brazenly in Anya’s face and abruptly penetrated her. Clap. Anya immediately stops resisting, completely drooping, becoming like a cotton doll. The job is already done, and after a fight they don’t wave their fists.

After about five minutes, the Chechen growled and splashed his seed right inside. They both stood up. Anya rolled over onto her stomach and tried to get up, unsteadily. All she had to do was get on all fours, then her body simply refused to obey.

- The second time he came in, the bearded man growled and grabbed Anya by the hair. Now he wanted anal sex. Again she is not ready, and again a scream cuts through the snowy forest. The second one grabbed her head with his hands, like a soccer ball, and pulled her towards him. The end sticking forward, like a crowbar, is pressed inward. Despite resistance, the second one shoved it all the way down. Anya wheezed and choked, shaking in a muffled cough. But the second one did not pull out his blade; on the contrary, he squeezed his head harder. She had no choice but to continue doing what she was doing. Evening, twilight, snow and three people. Loud smacking. The second one pressed his lips together, pulled Anya close to him and came. I finished for a long time, counting the snowflakes above my head. Almost half a liter of liquid pours out of it, and it’s quite predictable where all this stuff goes. Anya vomited violently, vomiting the sperm of her hated enemy. She froze for a few seconds, gathering her last strength and suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the second one right in the face. Anya felt the thumb of her right hand sink into her eye socket, squeezing out her eye. The second one screamed wildly and hit Anya in the temple as hard as he could. And again she lost consciousness... They beat her long and methodically, crushing her left breast with a boot. The bearded man bent over Anya and injected her with heroin, just a little, so that she would no longer lose consciousness.

Anya was on her knees, the rope tying her hands was thrown over a tree branch and tied to the trunk. The bearded man bent down and took out a knife and brought it to Anya’s right eye.

- You disfigured my friend, for this you died - the bearded man took Anya by the hair and drove the blade of the knife into the eye socket. A sharp pain pierced my skull. Anya did not have the strength to scream, and heroin slightly smoothed out the pain. The bearded man tore out the remains of his eye with his fingers and stood up. He took out his penis and forcefully stuck it into the empty eye socket, the distraught Anya became hoarse from screams and only breathed noisily. Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry of anguish. Having finished, he took out his penis and sperm, like a jelly-like mass, began to flow out of the gaping hole instead of the eye. The second took a metal rod from the fire, the tip of which was almost white-hot. He squatted down and calmly, without haste, shoved it into Anya’s anus. She screamed terribly and leaned forward, trying to get rid of the piece of iron that was tearing her rectum. But with his second left hand he grabbed it from below. Slowly pulling out the rod and throwing it aside, the second one lowered his pants, positioned himself and drove his penis into the mutilated, bleeding hole. Anya hung limply on the rope tying her hands; heroin kept her from losing consciousness... After the second, the bearded man performed the same procedure. Blood flowed down Anya’s thighs without stopping...

They untied her, and falling face down into the snow, Anya felt a pleasant coolness. The bearded man squatted down in front of her, took out a pistol and inserted the barrel into her mouth. Trying to get up, Anya, with exhausted hands, clung to the bearded man’s unloading vest, and then her hand found something that made her smile.

- What are you laughing at, bitch? “You’re going to die right now,” the bearded man stood up abruptly. Anya extended her hand to him and opened her palm. There was a grenade pin in the palm of my hand. The forest silence was broken by the roar of an explosion...