Chapter 12: The House Of Special Purpose

The Romanovs are kept captive in the Special House. History would not remember anything about the daughers being harmed. What truly happened is another story.

Nastya's thoughts...

Father said nothing when we arrived, our travel dresses wet from the drizzle rain after the guards and their old pig of a Kommissar had stopped mid-way during the ride, during an obvious detour where there was nothing but forest; and our fears had grown to a dreaded certainty when they halted in the middle of nowhere. Most of the men pulled us out of our hansoms while the one in which Nagorny sat with my brother Alekseï and Ortipo had gone on. The rain drizzled down on us.

"They said it was for us to just to stretch our legs a little and get some fresh air after our long boat and railroad trip." The lyers! In this drizzle, this halt just didn't make sense; and we had used the loo right before leaving the train. I was taken for a short walk near a thicket of white birches that stood out amid a solemn gathering of tall pines, the cold rain wetting my travel dress. The old brigand of a Kommissar was smoking a cigar under this light rain. He offered me one, the rascal! I shook my head. He insisted and I bought peace by taking that brown disgusting thing. Smoking this had me coughing a great deal.

"There's a first time in everything", the old rascal said smiling, nodding at me with mock respect as he saluted me with his peak-cap, black with a golden edge. "Do you know the story of Alice beyond the mirror? It's a wonderful story. You can call me Tweedle-Dee!"

It was a quick succession of painful rapes that lasted very little time. I had no less than ten pair of hands around my waist as they kept us bent-over and raped us fully clothed, with our dress against our waist. The old brigand of a Kommissar had chosen me over Tania and Olga, both of whom quietly endured the weirdly short ordeal. Most of the forty men emptied their loads inside us under the drizzle. A rainbow painted itself in the sky, as a mocking show of glory for our predicament.

After this weird halt, we resumed our journey and quickly caught up with Alekseï's hansom and reached the suburbs of Yekaterinburg. It was clear they had made the train halt one stop earlier so they could take us through this path in the forest. Men are always very creative when it comes to creating opportunities to spend some extra time with us young ladies.

Father knew. He sensed everything. I saw the faint lights of rage in his eyes and the peculiar way this rage got quietly stored in the light-brown hair of his well-trimmed beard. He of course said nothing; it was a matter of Imperial dignity. He comforted all three of us with the love in his eyes. If only he had been as good a Czar he was a father! Mother looked at us with a mix of distress and silent contempt. Maria ran to me and hugged me. She was crying. She understood.

The next few days were an attempt at reclaiming our normal life in captivity. Everything was different now that I was a woman. I kept thinking of Ivan. Each time I played colorito with myself, his presence was there, filling me with love, until I realized he was absent and I would never see him again! Soon, the King of England our relative would reach an agreement and we would go into exile, perhaps never to set foot in Russia again. Is there anything worse than being rejected by the country you love? I was turning seventeen in three weeks, and yet I had already lived a lifetime. I felt old.

The guards were uniformed ruffians who kept tormenting us. Their antics were no longer bothering me. All four sisters, we remained stoic amid their vulgar jokes and remarks.

All windows in the two-story house were boarded shut. All except one in the attic. This was the only patch of blue sky I could see from inside this House of Special Purpose as they called it. Once, I was up there, alone. I had stealthily escaped the guards' attention and went all the way upstairs. I felt the early June breeze as it caressed my face. For the first time in days, I felt how young I truly was. The future was mine! My whole life ahead of me! I smiled. I'd go on to be an actress in England! I'd be Juliet! Lady Macbeth! Cleopatra!

I walked to this small square of skylight and looked outside. I saw the delicate blue of the sky, the subtle clouds over the far-away landscape and felt the breeze directly on my face as my gaze wandered among the church belfries and the higher roofs. I had no idea whereto this small window faced, but I liked to think it was to the west. Where Ivan was perhaps enjoying a leave in the arms of his wife in St. Petersburg. Lucky her!

The sharp impact from a bullet against the window frame and the rifle-shot shook me to my core! I walked back, nearly peeing under my dress! A guard had just taken a shot at me! A warning shot. We of course were not allowed to look through any window. We were in the strictest confinement. This one window was left open for a minimal amount of ventilation in this large house whose other windows were all kept shut and boarded. Days were getting warmer as June was almost there.

"Here you are, little tramp!" said a guard as he emerged out of the narrow staircase. He was followed by two others. Before I could do anything, I was seized and pushed against the wall, and a pressed hand silenced me.

"We will teach you not to sneak away from us! Anatoly, hold her still! The little tramp needs a good hard lesson!"

I went in absolute panic as their intention dawned on me. They were way too strong for me! I wished for Ivan to materialize and shoot those brigands through the head! But I knew nobody would come and save me.

"What the deuce is going on here!" said a fierce-looking man as he emerged from the stairs, two red triangles of authority on his collar marking him as a Senior Sergeant. "You came up here to take the young lady downstairs, so take her downstairs. Right now!"

As I was taken away, my heart still racing, I heard the strong bearded man whisper something. "I'm truly sorry, Your Imperial Highness." There were tears welling in his eyes as he looked away. His accent was from Ukraine, perhaps Kiev.

I spent the next hours kneeling in the middle of our bedroom, playing colorito alone with trembling hands, trying my best not to break down in tears. It was a matter of Imperial dignity. I wished so much I were in Buckingham Palace with my English relatives at this very moment!

Olga put down the novel she was reading and came to kneel beside me, ignoring the guards staring at us. "Let's play together, my little Nastya!"

I broke down and buried my head in her lap, crying all my pent-up tears. Olga stroked my hair, comforting me, making me feel like an innocent child again. Those men! They were so awful! Olga had always been like a mother to me.

***

Maria Romanova's thoughts...

Poor Nastya! She's not feeling well. Always morose and silent, when she used to be the merry little one. She's no longer playing practical jokes on our guards. She's no longer herself. I know why. I say nothing. We all know and say nothing. As of late, she's been feeling nauseous. Doctor Botkin has seen her again. We all know why she's feeling this way.

I missed my cousin Dmitri. We had almost made intimate love together a couple years ago, even though he was already twenty-five while I was sixteen. He's so funny! Handsome too. I've managed to keep a photo of him with me, and Nastya too... a snap-shot of a bygone moment just as he was making me laugh with his unique way of jesting! Ooh, I would have been more than happy to give him my virginity! A gentleman of the court, yet humble and easy-going. (See first picture.)

I hated him when I learned he had taken part in the assassination of Rasputin, a wise owl whom I loved to confide in.

The irony is, Dmitri was spared the Revolution and its horrors because he was already gone in exile. Mother had made Father send him away because of his involvement in this assassination. I was shocked! Dmitri had often said Rasputin had a bad influence on Mother, making her make decisions that angered the people, who was already suffering from the effects of the war with Germany and Hungary-Austria. I didn't agree with him and said the people was too ignorant to see the wisdom in Mother's decisions. Once, I overheard a conversation between him and close friends. "The old bastard just wouldn't die! We poisoned him, then shot him several times. The old bastard just wouldn't die! But at the end, we convinced him to do so." I decided never to speak to him again! Killing such a wonderful wise man!

But now, I find myself missing cousin Dmitri and wishing I had known him better. I'm now a grown woman, well, almost, and I see things differently. Maybe Dmitri was right about Rasputin and I was just a silly naive girl who had fallen under an evil spell. There's a reason why the people of Russia revolted the way they did.

As hard as it was, I've kept flirting with the younger guards, be it to keep my mind busy and distract myself from the searing heat as the summer turned the house into an oven. June is my favourite month of the year, and yesterday was my nineteenth birthday, June 14th, but I've been told by Father it was in fact June the 26th. The soldier who had been my secret lover for the last weeks had somehow smuggled a cake for the occasion. A shore-cake with rose petals on its coating of whipped cream!

Given the awful circumstances, I'm glad I was able to give my virginity of my own free will, to a boy I liked. It's a miracle we were able to manage this, as he was paired on the night watch with some old soldier who was usually drunk. Whenever we need to use the loo, we have to ring for the guards. Leonid was there, but so was the old soldier with his filthy garrison cap, and he looked alarmingly sober.

I found myself alone with them. Leonid soon whispered to me, "It's now or never, Maria!"

He kissed me and pushed my into a recess along the hallway, a recess of shadow where I found myself between his kisses, his young body and this damned old soldier who began to grope my ass and chuckled... "I knew something was up!" he whispered between his teeth as he began to violate my neck with his kisses and I heard his nose taking whiffs of my hair! The old pig! I was stranded between the wet kisses of a grandpa and Leonid's sweet lips on mine.

But Leonid's kisses, and the way he presently cupped my breasts through my nightgown made me horny. This would be our only chance and I chose not to spoil it. Anyway, screaming would only serve to make my dishonour known to Mother and attract guards who could also seize the opportunity and take me over to the dining room, which I wanted to avoid at all costs; the inner guards slept in the basement, but often drank over there in this dining room, whose table was thoroughly washed every morning by Anna our lawful lady-in-waiting. So I had no choice but to remain silent and allow this old pig to share me with my lover. And there was something troubling in this adventure. I was soaking wet! Wet under Leonid's kissing and breast fondling; wet from knowing I was to lose my virginity; and wet from knowing I was then to be taken by an old man, perhaps just as old as General Tatischev, whom I had sometimes fantasized about.

Both men soon undressed me and Leonid avidly took my left breast inside his mouth! While the old pig was on his knees and pressing his face against my naked buttocks! I felt his old mustache and his nose against my virgin buns! Much to my surprise, I no longer felt repulsed by him. I just surrendered myself to the notion of having two men for me alone, one young and handsome and sucking my tits, the other not so much and exploring my butt with burning hands and a slobbering tongue. Right where I stood!

My mouth opened of its own volition and I had to press a hand on it to muffle my screaming moan as Leonid trailed my abdomen with slobbering kisses, while the old man was now slobbering my legs and now my feet! And then Leonid was kissing my pussy! Oh my! This felt even better than I had anticipated! I had swiftly trimmed my pubic hair just for him! I hope he was enjoying this neat triangle I now offered him! No man before him had tasted my juices. The old man inside me afterwards was the price I was now willing to pay. I even felt curious as to what he was going to sound like when he'd relieve himself. I was so horny! I was about to explode!

"Fuck me, Leonid! Fill me up!" I whispered, growing impatient for the feel of his cock.

Next thing I knew, I was bent over and the old man held and caressed my wrists in front of me, even kissing my head where my hair overhung while Leonid grabbed the crease of my hips after sweetly forcing himself inside my wet pussy! My mouth opened wide and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he began to pound me, emitting restrained grunts as he reaffirmed his hold around my waist as I took the sweet punishment, feeling like a duchess being fucked by her own soldiers, which was almost true.

Leonid soon had a racing, deepening breath, and I could tell he was about to be done as his fingers buried his urgency into my flesh. I loved the sense of being naked between two fully uniformed—and armed—soldiers, the youngest of whom was now breeding me like a stallion! I tried not to scream!

"UUUHH Nnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngghh..."

He had twitched and flooded me with his heat! What a bliss! So this was what Mother had felt when they conceived me!

"My turn now!" the old guard said, a bit too loud. Footsteps were heard.

We remained still. The footsteps were getting closer. Closer. Louder. Boots. Guards!

My heart was racing as I held my breath. We were going to get caught! I felt terrified as I realized what these men could do to me after sending Leonid away with the old guard, whose erect cock I felt like a heated rod against my hip.

The footsteps passed us, and got fainter.

Then, they moved me around and simply reversed their roles. Leonid held my hands together while the old guard penetrated me. So forcefully that I forgot how old he was! This bout lasted longer, much longer. He offered me steady strokes, steady and reliable as my pleasure boiled inside me! I soon bit my lip as I exploded, my senses elevated to an incredible apex as I felt the tiled floor under my bare feet, the old man's pressing hands around my waist and Leonid's loving grip around my wrists, and the quiet grunting from the old man who kept feeding me with his reliable strokes.

I climaxed again. This was so sweet! Oh, I loved this! Now they could do anything they wanted with me! I loved being owned by them! I was now a tramp! It felt so liberating!

The old man was now bucking me with urgency, striking my buttocks in a way that told me he'd soon reach his full glory. And ooh! How he exploded inside me! I felt how elated he was as he ejaculated inside me. Between his teeth, he whispered... "I can't believe it! Princess Maria..."

They weren't done. I was moved around again and I presently knelt down in front of the old guard, whom I distinguished clearly as my eyes had fully adjusted to darkness. Like a dirty harlot, I began licking his abdomen while lifting the hem of his tunic with feverish hands, then I went lower and began to taste his semen mixed with my own juices with my novice tongue! This while Leonid licked my buttocks and now penetrated me with his finger!

All three of us, we remained like this for the longest time, me licking the old man's soft cock and discovering the rancid-sweet taste of the sludge coating it, while Leonid's kissed my butt and fingered me. I loved this! Leonid and this old man were good lovers. I was too young to know for sure, but I was sure of it.

My knees were hurting against the tiled floor and my bladder was getting a bit full, but no chance I was stopping this silent orgy! Soon enough, Leonid moved himself behind me. Before long, I felt his new erection inside me and there I remained—Fucked by the young stud while licking the old man down there and slowly reviving him!

Leonid soon exploded inside me.

Then, the old man made me stand up where I felt some of Leonid's seed where it spilled out on my inner thighs. I felt the old man's gaze where he looked at my naked bosom and grabbed my breasts in his hands! My knees felt a soothing relief as they were liberated from the hard floor.

"Oh! So wonderful!" he whispered as he began to gently press my knolls in his hands while soft-kissing my nipples! He was so tender! Oohh! Why nobody ever tell me old men would touch me like this! He was touching me as if I were a holy relic! His silver moustache brushing my swollen tits! His hands enjoying the full softness of my youth!

"Please, old soldier, fuck me again!" I found myself whispering as he enjoyed the soft empire of my breasts, while Leonid kissed the side of my neck while his hand found its way down there, where once more he fingered me! My breath was a fire! Their breaths were fires feeding mine!

Soon enough, on my own whispering request, I was once more bent-over and punished by the old man and his steady strokes while Leonid held my hands together in front of me. I let myself be fucked! Again! With my hair overhanging and swaying along with the old man's quiet grunting as I moved myself against his cock! This lasted so blissfully long! The old man gave me another girl's paradise, where I bit my lips and did my best not to moan too loud! He was a beast!

He pulled out of me and I heard him make a strange litany of high-pitched moans, and then came a shower of heat on my butt! He was thanking his Grand Duchess properly by showering my young derrière with his proletarian sperm!

And then Leonid moved me around and bucked me in a similar slug-fest, holding my hands together on the small of my back and using my arms like reins to make me his mare! Fucked me like a stallion, just like I fantasized about cousin Dmitri! Me and him had once been on a hike together in a snowy landscape. We had almost kissed. He had hesitated. Fool I had been not to go right ahead! I would have made love while feeling the Russian winter on my skin!

Leonid soon made his exhausted statement. With my cunt filled up and over-spilling, they helped me to put my nightgown back on and once we had used the bathroom, they duly escorted me back to the bedroom where Olga, Tania and Nastya were fast asleep.

***

Maria's thoughts... (continued)

The next day, Leonid wasn't there as usual. Neither was the old guard, whose name I didn't even know. The day after that, they were also absent and I knew their higher-ups were at least suspecting something. Of course, Leonid's smuggling of a cake had hardly gone unnoticed.

I had managed to give Leonid a photograph of myself during one of our hard-won secret rendez-vous. May he keep it to his heart! For I shall never forget him! (See second picture.)

One night as I lay in bed, I heard Olga crying in bed and mumbling horrors about her having been abused by sailors with tattoos on their arms. I went to comfort her, clearly understanding what had befallen to my sisters during that boat trip. I had myself seen those sailors on the Russ, and their shameless gaze on my person. The only reason I had been spared was the presence of Father. To them, he was still the Czar; this was the unspoken truth that had filled the air during my boat trip.

Perhaps all wasn't lost. Perhaps rescuing forces were on their way to free us. Perhaps Russia would gather around us and fight off those brigands!

I had to use the loo, so I rang the bell.

The guards who came were strangers to me. They didn't even speak Russian! They sounded Lithuanian or perhaps Estonian as they spoke low between them; there were four of them. Once I was done with my loo business, more men were waiting for me. I knew something bad was to befall me. They were led by a tall, repulsive man with a beard that looked as if it were entirely made of soot. He made his two squares of officer's authority look like a red-devil mockery as he spoke in passable Russian:

"Now, lovely little Maria, you be taught not to use lovers among your guards! Take her to the dining room! Silently! We'll teach her, the little tramp!"

This black joke of a Captain repeated his orders in his native Lithuanian and they lifted me off my feet while groping my bosom and bottom through my nightgown. I was to be gang-raped! All fibres within me became twisted knots of terror. I refrained from screaming lest I drag my sisters into this; they had had enough of such matters during their trip through Tyumen.

I was carried in a hurry, where the empty dining room waited for all of them—and for me. The floor was dimly lit with warm lamplight that told me my skin under this light would be reminiscent of a Rubens painting. It was clear the Captain had arranged all of this beforehand. In a way, I felt a sense of justice at the prospect of sharing my sisters' fate.

The brutality took me off-guard. They dropped me on the massive table like a sack of potatoes, while sending a couple of forgotten tin cups flying on that dull floor where they made striking sounds as if ringing the knell of my virtue, and I yelped! Less out of pain than out of sheer panic! They lit up the large chandelier above me and its light blinded me!

They jeered as they clawed into my nightgown and made short work of it, whistling and catcalling at the sight of my freed bosom! Their vile gazes profaning the south of my hips! My legs! My bare feet revealed in a pale light of skin that felt surreal to my eyes, amid all those men... Their gazes raped me everywhere in this bright electric light, from head to toe as some water was poured on my bare breasts while someone was heating my feet with hands and mouth and a forest of hands began exploring my legs, my whole body and established their base camp in and around my pubic hair. The water on my breasts turned out to be vodka. Tongues were soon there to lick it off; this forced intimacy filled me with panicked confusion!

"The carpet matches the drapes!" the soot-bearded Captain commented in Russian for me to understand his appreciation about my hair that looked dark blonde in this vivid light. "I love this silk deep down, where I have pleasure and follow Leonid! Oh, he's fine, he's fine! He in his cell. With four of our men fucking him deep in ass as we speak! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Then he said something in Lithuanian that sounded like "Pakelk jai kojas!"

The soldiers propped my legs up as this ogre of a Captain gave me a brush of his gross beard on my lower legs as he kissed my ankles and then licked the hidden side of my knees, running his hands north and south of my thighs, then he finally put a finger inside me as my head shook of its own will. My whole being said No! But I remained silent as they poured vodka on my face and rubbed my breasts with the strong liquor as they got horny through the roof! Holding me with painful strength that radiated through my wrists while the sordid officer took his position against my propped-up legs while his finger made me wet against my will. I was about to learn what it feels like to be given rounds of forced sex.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhh Taip!!" he uttered, victory in his loud roaring as I yelped in pain and he forced himself inside me, hammering his advantage with pounding strokes that gained depth as my mouth opened wide and I wailed as they poured more vodka on my face, their grip like vices on my wrists as the Captain began to black-beard me into his whimpering whore, my legs always propped up with hands holding them there, with the tip of my feet in constant brushing communion with his sooty beard, and I felt the heat of his breath upon them as he exerted himself and I officially became a branded whore for the Red Army.

This pounding amid their cheers and jeers lasted an eternity. It dawned on me that Father and Mother upstairs could hear all this. How must have they been mortified by this ultimate torment as they felt powerless to stop any of it! Father would act as if none of it had happened. Mother would look at me with this silent mixture of pity and contempt in her eyes. Every night, guards came to torment us and make us scream; they terrified us! But this time was different. This time, things had gone all the way to their natural, gross conclusion.

"YEEEEEEEEYYYYAAAAAAAAAAYYAAAYAAAAYAAA aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." uttered the gross-bearded Captain, the red squares glowing on his collar at the light from the massive chandelier as he liberated himself from what felt like a huge pent-up load of restrained sexual energy. I felt it with all my shame. He had a hell lot!

A balding man lost his officer's peak-cap as he took over and stood between my weakened legs. He nodded at me, smiling like a king, his ugly face of forty-something carved in the bright gold of this light as he pricked me hard with his stiff erection, and then he went at it! Savagely! His mouth wide open and losing frothing slobber that soon pooled on my belly as he leaned over in the sweaty heat of his heroic antics upon and inside my person.

I closed my eyes and looked away, their grip seemingly peeling the skin off my wrists as they held me there like demented demons! And this gross peasant wearing an officer's uniform kept moaning above my ever-moving breasts that were now swollen against my will as my body responded to the assaults by forcing me to experience a vile form of pleasure at their raw hands!

Once the bald man had paid me his respects with a long-winded litany of grunting growls where he confusedly told me he liked my tits in bad Russian, a heavy-set man took his place, the three red triangles on his collar informing me of two things. One, he was a Sergeant-Major. Two, they were doing me the honour of the Red Army in descending order of rank.

His big belly mocking my beauty, the man had a head that looked like a full moon with a sickly hue of yellow in his skin. He downed a glass of vodka and swiftly took his tunic off, then his cotton undershirt, showing me the flab-rich glory of his blubber, complete with a male pair of breasts! And a scary-hairy chest.

The pungent smell announced his erect cock as he dropped his trousers and began tapping it on the conquered triangle of my cunt down there, in a pure act of power and victory, spiced up by a loud chorus of whistles and catcalls, while others were actively sucking my tits and licking the vodka off them. Amid all this, the raging fire inside me went out of control and I gave them the satisfaction of hearing my going insane in a high-moaning climax after the fat Sergeant-Major invaded me and now kept saying "Taip! Taip! Taip!" as he raped me strong and hard!

I shall never forget his big hammy hands around my waist as he smiled down on me out of his moon-round face with the sickening yellow of his features where his jowls jiggled like the face of a depraved Buddha, with trailing drops of slobber dripping down a corner of his open mouth. His eyes devoured my beauty! And he looked like a big fat toad. It was so grotesque!

Soldiers' hands kept kneading my swollen knolls, their fingers paying their respects around my nipples. Then the fat toad of a man seemed to bury me under his moaning grunts as he flooded me with his Lithuanian seed! A Sergeant politely saluted me as he took his own turn. The Captain said the table was just the right height for the squad of tall men he had selected for me, and I should be proud of being fucked by the very flower of the Lithuanian corps.

After the Sergeant had spewed his fuel for me, another Sergeant came, this one freckled with blond-reddish hair and a face that looked a verst long. Then it was down to Corporals. The bright chandelier kept blinding me, but whenever I closed my eyes, the Captain would bark, "Eyes open, my princess! Eyes open or else..."

This went on for what felt like hours. All of them took their turns inside me on this large table, which proved sturdy enough for my pressed buttocks as I received each and everyone of them, down to the youngest Private, who ended up yelling his dying boy's bliss as he exploded inside me after less than a minute, just as my own body imploded and a wild rush of hot air erupted out of me, with full waves of forced glee running throughout my taken body. I think it was his twitching inside me that toppled me into this climax. This and knowing he was probably losing his virginity to me.

"Your Imperial Highness," said the soot-bearded Captain, "we are greatly honoured by your presence. And to show you how much we appreciate you, we will all use you again, this time from behind. We do not normally extend such courtesy, but since you're a young lady of such a high rank and prestige, morality forces us to do some extra work so we can thank you properly and... and see how soft and peachy your ass really is! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Then he barked something in his language and the soldiers moved me around until I was bent over that damned table, where they put a bright lamp against my face as they pressed my left cheek on the table's lacquered surface while a legion of hands got acquainted with my buttocks. "Eyes open, my princess! Eyes open or else..." I hated him! This lamp risked damaging my sight!

Something was poured on my butt and I knew of experience it was vodka. The feel of hands and tongues caressed my flesh, and as the effluvia of cheap vodka reached my delicate nostrils and competed with the fumes from the sperm-oil lamp, I felt how intensely they were worshiping my curves. They were stroking and massaging my bottom with such religious zeal and devotion! Part of me was made horny by all of this preposterous adventure! This should never have been allowed to happen! I felt the brushing of a thick beard and I knew this was the Captain distinguishing himself by his zealous tongue service on the skin of my derriere. Ironic to have Red-Army soldiers serving me with such unbridled devotion! Quite a deployment it was.

The penetration came, followed by the Captain's grunts and his hands around my waist. I tried to relax and pretend this was all normal. They were still holding my wrists as if their lives depended on how hard they were holding them! I begged them to lighten their grip, but they just laughed at my pure St. Petersburg Russian while the Captain kept feeding my pussy with a barrage of heavy strokes, his hands hurting my waist inside a prison of lust. My pussy seemed all right; it must have been my extreme state of agitation that made it seem so.

He went on, on and on, the increasing force of his thrusts forcing my cheek to slide fore and back on this stately table. The brave Captain went on making me feel I was being bred by a horse until he erupted inside me, again, with a beastly surge of groaning yells. Perhaps he was cursing in his tongue. I'll never know for sure. I felt burning shame as I understood that my body now liked the feel of his cock inside me.

"Aaaah Maria! MAria MAria Maria-aaa-aaa aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhh..." proferred the second officer as he began to breed me, he who I knew was a balding ugly man, and he uttered a similar flourish of vocal approval as he relieved himself after a nondescript bout of heated strokes, where his hands kept holding my buttocks with a pressure that added to my shame and humiliation of belonging to a man I would never have looked at.

This was followed by the big hammy hands of the fat Sergeant-Major, and throughout our renewed meeting, I felt relieved that I was spared from having to see his face. But this allowed me to feel his vigorous size inside me in a way that proved more strongly angled as he was breeding me from behind and freely dropping his slobber in the small of my back.

His sickly yellow face suddenly sprung into my mind as the slug-fest continued. His large moon-round face of liver-sick skin, the jowls jiggling along with his slobber-rich smile of joy. A sick Joy that infected me each time his blubber collided in urgency with my buttocks while his fingers sank ever more into my waist.

Under this big-belly pounding, I confusedly thought of Father and his inept government that had allowed this to happen in the first place. I cursed and thought of Rasputin. I then thought of cousin Dmitri. Yes, he was right about this whole thing. And I now wished he had breeded me of my own free will! This while the fat Sergeant-Major seemed to shiver in some gross shamanic trance that I mostly felt through his hands, as he yelled his satisfaction and pressed himself upon me, imprisoning me under his blubber with one last massive thrust as he groaned into the nape of my neck, licking my ear while my cheek slid on that massive table and he twitched inside me and properly erupted with a full load of Tartar sauce that suddenly elevated his social rank in his noble attempt at impregnating me.

The rest of the boys followed, turning the event into what felt like a contest to see which man was the most brutal and the longest lasting inside me. It seemed to have no end. This while they kept my beyond-sore wrists held in tight pain while keeping my hair wet with cheep vodka.

Then I felt a rush of cool air from the night outside. It was followed by many footsteps and heated conversations in a language that was neither Russian or Lithuanian. A group of freshly arrived soldiers presently gathered around my exhausted person. Each one wearing a neat garrison cap over a clean uniform.

The Captain gave me a simple choice. I get gang-raped again, this time in my asshole, or I give each one of these newcomers a good mouth job. What sort of choice was that? I nodded and they then made me confirm my forced agreement by gesturing at my mouth with my hand moving in the air as if I were holding a large cock.

They all laughed and made me kneel down amid their circle. Or rather, they kindly helped me to stay up on my knees since I was exhausted. I soon found myself amid a forest of cocks of various shapes and descriptions. I heard "Yah" and I knew those cocks were of Estonian stock.

"Now, Your Imperial Highness, you suck! All of them! Like the harlot you are!" the Captain barked and laughed.

"Jah! Yyaaah! Yaah..." uttered the Estonian Sergeant as I grabbed his offered cock and he shoved it inside my mouth. This riddled me with a stinging sense of debasement, spiced with notes of depraved curiosity, as I looked up at this handsome man and noticed he had a long scar across his face while I took him deeper against my tongue and palate, hearing the heat in his repeated "Yah!" as I began to bob back and forth against the fullness of his throbbing length. His erection was hot and silky soft, and I kept sucking this perfect stranger as he began to gently stroke my hair. "Y-yahh! Yaah! Mariahh!"

He shortly after pulled out and I felt a blanket of heat landing on my face as he growled loud and sharp, and I realized in a shock that he was dumping all his jism on my face. And I almost secretly wished my sisters were here to see this. So they would know I was indeed sharing their fate.

***

I do not know how long exactly they kept submitting me to their exactions. Most of the Estonians would pull out of me and let go of a pungent load that stuck to my face like hot custard. "Yyaaaahhh! Yah!" they would growl as they heated my face, my breasts and humiliated me with their sludge.

"Taip-hhnnnnnnnnggghh!" growled the Lithuanian black-beard Captain as he gave me another load of white creamy borscht. I would soon deduce that "taip" and "jah" both meant "yes" in Lithuanian and Estonian, respectively. All of these men masturbating around me were united in their hatred and contempt for the old regime that they had helped in toppling. They were also united in their sweating exertions and their insane lust. The old regime was now personified by my sorry kneeling figure. I didn't beg them to stop. It would be pointless.

I remained there, peeing myself on the floor while all of those men in their sweaty uniforms relieved themselves on my face and sometimes into my gullet, forcing me to swallow. I nearly vomited as I spat dollops of Bolshevik semen while the Captain called me "Your Lovely Highness" and "the most beautiful trollop in Russia".

"Hans! ... ..." said one of them.

One of the younger soldiers stepped forward and caressed my chin, smiling down on me as the Captain roughly held my hair, and then I noticed how blond and handsome this lad was; slim and tall too. He looked even younger than myself! Orders were given in Lithuanian and I was returned to my former bent-over position with my sore cheek ready for more sliding duty on the stately tabletop.

"Ich werde deinen Arsch zum Singen bringen!" the young man said, and I could tell he was smiling as my amped-up senses perceived the unbuckling of his belt while I yelped in pain as my bruised wrists got pinned once again in a vice-like grip. "I will make your asshole sing!" he had said. At least this one spoke a language I understood. He was most likely a young German Marxist who had traveled all the way from his homeland, perhaps from as far as Cologne so he could fight for the cause he felt was just, and of course partake to the rape of poor girls like myself during the sacking of old Russia.

I had braced myself but I screamed loud and far as this Hun speared himself inside my butt-hole. Mother and Father were most certainly hearing all this! They would act as if none of this happened. Their sense of honour and dignity could simply not accept such a thing happening to one of their children. But tomorrow morning at breakfast, they would avoid looking at me and remain quiet. Mother and Father were so apt at keeping those things quiet that a hundred years from now, no historian would suspect that their daughters were criminally harmed. Everything was sacrificed to protect the honour of the Romanov. Especially our dignity.

As he forced my rectum open and I lost my soul in shrieking, the German boy took his stride. "Ya! Ya! YAvoll!" he repeated, showing me how close saying yes in German was to saying yah in Estonian, as he properly pounded me deep inside my ass and gave me what the Captain called "long overdue royalties" while someone poured some more vodka on my head amid the chaotic singing and whistling and catcalls.

Once the Fritz boy had sung his parting litany and gave me his Kaiserliche cream, another boy began uttering "Taip! Taip!" and I knew I was being pounded deep inside my butt by a patriotic Lithuanian. Followed by another. Then another, this one an Estonian who uttered, "Yah, yah yahh..."

The Captain kept mocking me all along...

"All of it inside her ass! What a night for lovely princess! I bet that your father is hearing all! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

After the Estonian soldier was finished, the Captain began to renew his licking devotion to my buttocks in long, heated strokes that told me how eagerly he had waited for this, since whatever time he had planned my downfall. He poured liquor on my bottom and gave me some more of his beard-brushing love. It was so barbaric and preposterous! But I almost thanked him for this welcome break after being ass-raped three or four times over amid these celebrations of, well, their victory over us. How easy it had been for them to overthrow us!

When I woke up in my bed, unable to remember anyhow I got there, the searing soreness in my anus and elsewhere told me the nightmare had been real and genuine. My wrists were especially painful. My hair reeked of vodka. And I had to ring the bell to go use the loo, but guards walked in. It was time for the dreadful roll-call.

As I stood at attention in a new nightgown, while holding my full bladder and pressing my legs together in the process, I had no idea of how this gown had got there on my shoulders. I still felt naked. I noticed I had crusts of dry semen in my face. Nastya, Olga and Tatiana all stood at attention next to me, their bare feet eliciting whistles of esthetic appreciation out of the guards, the contrast strong between my wretched state and the flawless perfection of their uniforms.

They walked Father in our bedroom. I looked down as he cast his head down; his pent-up rage seemed to be gathered in his well-trimmed beard and moustache of fine light-brown hair. The same beard and moustache that graced the 5-rubble coin that the Sergeant dropped on purpose at my feet. (See third image.)

"Pick it up, citizen Maria Romanova! Pick it up!"

And as I leaned all the way down to obey his command, he laughed and I felt all their gazes on the curves of my freely shown ass. The Captain had chosen a very thin gown.

My eyes didn't dare go up to meet Father's gaze, but when I stopped midway through his figure and noticed he wore his usual outfit, a flannel shirt with simple forest trousers that made him look like a man about to take an axe and go cut some wood, I noticed the small bulging tent in his brown trousers. Good Lord! Father was hard from seeing my curves! This and perhaps what he had heard from me through the night. This 1st of July would always be etched in my soul. Even if I live to be a hundred in England.