“The Pallid Mask” she moaned as she died, and as he pumped his spunk into her, buckling at the knees. THE YELLOW SIGN “I was telling the story of Anastasiya when we heard you had arrived” Dmitri said, as the surviving trio settled again in his study. Pavel had become accustomed to his blowjob host’s extreme modification over the last few hours, but still sometimes blinked at the impression that he was conversing amiably with a demon from the mountain forests. “I’m sure you know the story”? Dmitri went on, flashing his terrible fangs in a small tits wolfish grin. Pavel lay down his cigar. “I know more than most” he ventured. Carissa looked up at him curiously, through her thick lashes. Encouraged by Dmitri’s nod, he continued. “In the months before the mutiny, your 21st Battalion was deployed to Circessya on a punitive expedition. Under the old regime, political officers had more power in some ways than the proper military command. You were under the orders of Captains Yakov and Berzin, as they were known, and you had to play along with their counterrevolutionary reign of terror until the time was right to rise up”. “A generous turn of phrase” Dmitri put in, amused. “There has always been ambivalence about your early career, even amongst the police” Pavel replied. “Bluebeard” breathed Carissa, and Dmitri let his hand fall onto her shaven head, as a man might absently pet a faithful bitch. “It’s now agreed that you had been working undercover for the resistance all along”, Pavel explained. “Around the time that you were first accused of murders, they discovered the truth about your interrogation techniques, but the superiors felt it would be politically difficult to let the story go public just as they were seeking to arrest you for so many serious crimes”. Pavel took another sip of chacha while he gathered his thoughts. Dmitri waited, politely interested and encouraging, and he sensed that Carissa was simply enthralled. “My interrogation techniques?” he prompted. “It’s well known that I was the japanese regime’s most prolific torturer”. “They say that the work turned your stomach and inspired you to join the rebels” Carissa ventured. ”And some say that it turned your masturbation mind”. “The men his spies turned in for questioning were traitors” Pavel told her. “He was conducting a very cunning black operation”. Here, Dmitri bared his fangs in a broad smile. “Men the rebels did not trust were approached by undercover soldiers and some were persuaded to turn informant. Then their comrades fed them disinformation, which they would faithfully relay after their capture by the military, expecting to be rewarded”. “But nobody outside of the unit knew about Captain Berzin’s ‘Doctrine’” Dmitri interjected. “He had been persuaded that only information extracted under torture was of any value and, furthermore, that only the evidence of a prisoner being tortured to death could be trusted”. He shrugged his huge shoulders. “These were men who were willing to sell their friends and brothers for dollars…” “And your network saved countless lives and hastened the end of the regime” Pavel said earnestly, leaning forward. “But it cost Anastasiya her life”. And so, the story unfolded. Battalion HQ was a commandeered religious school – a deliberate provocation, of course – and Dmitri was taking a rare break to drink tea and listen to a concert on the short-wave radio when the door was flung open. Captain Yakov and Captain Berzin strode into the room with two of their interior masturbating ministry gunmen and a hooded female prisoner, anonymous under a cover of army blankets. Dmitri sprang to his feet and saluted. “At ease, sergeant”. “OK, that means we have just added 3,000 people to the list,” She seemed ok for tonight. Then suddenly my son push me aside and pulls my ass high. My wrist is already masturbation hurting a bit, but I'm still going. But by the time I left… There wasn’t a student masturbating in my grade that didn’t share my love of the cinema.” A bulge in his pants became obvious as he watched her deficate and exhale her smoke. I beat his arms with this blow, his back with that one. She took me to the hilt time and time again. I wasn't quite ready to go all the way. Make him work for it and make japanese sure you make him wait. 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