"Comrade in arms on the march!"
Those were the words Tanya have been waiting for the better part of last two weeks. She winked at the two spy units right next to her before cocking the Black buzzards – it was time to get to work. "I never understood how dancing by yourself had anything to do with shutting down power plants and stealing money." She smirked at them before stealing a look a few dozen clicks south of their position. Their Intel was right; Zhana was prepping herself before launching an attack on Mykonos.
Of course, the vivacious Soviet beauty won't be alone in her assault. There was news about the dreadful commander again who'd be showing up within two days' time to take up position next to the Air Force specialist. Tanya's plan was simple; they were to dismantle the base, cause as much chaos as possible before the commander's arrival and bring an end to this battle before it would even begin. There was too much at stake at Mykonos – the particulars of which Tanya wasn't aware of which bothered her none – and according to the latest Intel reports there were rumours of rifts within the Soviet high command. A few Intel officers had also suggested how an assassination attempt was launched at Cherdenkov, and the 'Premier' passed away at the hands of Shinobi Ninjas launching themselves off the Twin Blades and right onto the Premier's crotch, before taking him captive, but those reports cannot be confirmed and all that was clear at this point in time, was how the Soviets were about to launch a balls out assault at the Allied labs on Mykonos, perhaps to dispel such theories floating in the air. Tanya knew she would find the facts out soon enough.
"Dancing makes for jolly good practice, Agent Tanya… to keep us toe to toe with what's afoot." Spy A (Name Classified) grinned as they stopped a few clicks away from one of the tesla towers.
Tanya raised an eyebrow before half of her face broke out into a cheeky grin. "I spy with my little eye, a bear claw approach pokes me blind." She rolled her eyes playfully.
"'Tis a date, me dear… now please excuse me, I have a Russian roulette trick up my cuffs and the Cossacks make for impatient students." Spy A blew her a kiss before donning a conscript's uniform and making his way into Zhana's base.
Right next to a reactor, America's Toughest Neighbourhoods played at full volume in the Soviet barracks.
"Da! I'm never living in Harlem when I move to New York." One of the conscripts scratched his crotch as he watched the show.
"Sergio… Sergio… what did I tell you? New York is not what it used to be, plain and simple." The other Conscript had his feet propped up on the chair in front of him, leaning against their primary weapon, the Soviet Kalashnikov or more commonly known as ADK-45.
If things were not already difficult, the portable TV – powered by one of the tesla coils which were powered by the reactor – went out and suddenly there was ominous silence in the barracks before one of the conscripts spoke. "The bears, Commander Zhana strictly warned the engineers not to leave out Molotov vodka next to reactor, they drink and knock wires out."
"Let's go outside and see if we can fix this…" The other one agreed slowly peeking out of the barracks.
"I'm not going! Send him!" The first one said, New York all but forgotten in his mind as they both spotted an engineer dozing. "Wake up, you piece of Stalingrad poo… wake up!"
"Uh… huh?" The engineer opened his eyes after being thrown off the bunk. The situation was explained to him.
"But I once was professor… I can't do this!" He looked alarmed.
Both the conscripts exchanged a look and then pointed their guns at him. "You do this. NOW. For Mother Russia. Go!"
"Okay… okay…" He heaved and went out. His footsteps were followed by two shots and the engineer was down. The conscripts' worst fears now emerged – it was the bitch of Vladivostok outside, as they called her for slaughtering half of the Russian platoons, and sinking another half of dreadnoughts a few years back at Vladivostok. Before they could have exchanged a look, they heard a huge explosion and felt the tesla tower crash on top of the barracks. Five seconds later both men began to rush out from the back door and soon after the entire barracks blew up.
"Shake it baby!" Tanya laughed manically before disappearing in the smoke again and began to make her way from one building to another.
One person who had grabbed the nearest ADK-45 and taken position behind the Soviet construction yard was Zhana. She was briefly able to hold Tanya in her sights before the bitch disappeared and several more of her buildings were sent up in smoke. To make matters worse, the entire base was powered down and all of her credits had disappeared right after the first explosion, so this put gathering her forces in the base and chasing the bitch out of question.
Covered in soot and smoke, the blonde commander made her way and hid against the remains of her beloved air field, even her MiGs were shot to hell and back. She sighed before crouching, hissing under her breath. "I kill you if it's the last thing I do."
No sooner were the words out of her mouth, Zhana felt the touch of a cool, glistening blade against her throat.
"Move an inch sweetie, you die. Struggle for one bit, and you die. Even flick your hands, you'll die." It was not just the voice that emanated such confidence, but the hands… they spoke a tale of their own, Zhana thought… the way she was held.
She moved a tiny bit unable to help herself and felt the blade dig in against her throat. Tanya chuckled from behind, "what did I tell you, comrade? You really wanna try my patience?"
"Kill me, bitch…" Zhana spat on the ground, the sun was shining directly in her eyes as she struggled once again, only to stop when the glare was covered by the presence of an IFV as it jumped up the hill and began to rush down towards where they stood.
"Kill you?" Tanya laughed. She kept the blade against Zhana's throat before finally confronting her and smirking. "I have use for you, sweetie. You'll make for a great pass time." She removed the blade briefly to lick at the droplet of blood that had gushed from the Soviet commander's throat only moments before, sucking on it she kissed it and closed the wound.
Being a military officer Zhana can tell what Tanya was doing and her eyes widened. This was only until Tanya hit her with the butt of her Black Buzzard and the she lost consciousness.
Putting her in the IFV they began to scurry off. Two Soviet helmets emerged from the ruins of the barracks not too far away where Zhana and the bitch of Vladivostok were briefly stood. As one of the distant power reactors came back on, the portable TV that had somehow survived Tanya's C4 powered back on.
"Oh look! She lives!" One of the conscripts jumped up and down running towards where the TV was.
"Quiet… idiote!" The other one said, shutting up his counterpart as they both witnessed the smoke billowing from the IFV as it ran away. "We have to get help. Quickly, pick up the telly… we go to next base!" Their guns and Molotov cocktails forgotten, the conscripts began to rush towards the nearest base a few dozen miles from their position. Two bears yawned at the sight and followed them as the men rushed.
When Zhana woke up, the first thing her eyes traversed over was the desk right in front of her. Soon as things came into focus she was able to behold a thoroughly Western facility around her. She did not know for how long she's been out, but judging from the waning daylight outside it could have been hours.
No sooner has she woken up she saw the door in front of her opened, and a bright eyed looking officer entered. Zhana took a deep breath and pushed her face up in a show of defiance, however the ropes around her hands tied at the back of the chair didn't help matters much.
"Good evening, Commander." Eva's voice chimed in. "How are we doing today?"
Zhana blinked several times, of course it wasn't Tanya… it was Eva. Did the Allies think she would make the Soviet pride of skies talk? The rusky's eyes cold, her face lit up. "Why don't you untie me… I'll show you how well I am."
The smile on Eva's face never left, she took a vacant seat on the front of the desk. "I'm sure you will Commander Agonskaya. However we have a situation that warrants your complete cooperation. We understand moments ago there was an attempt on Prime Minister's Cherdenkov's life-"
"Premier Cherdenkov, vlagalishche… cunt! Mind your language!" Zhana stood up with the chair and all lurching for Eva, but unfortunately for she was secured tightly against one of the beams her chair was counter tied to.
"-Premier Cherdenkov." Eva nodded, clearing her throat. "Your Premier's life is in danger, and we are afraid General Krukov with the help of his Japanese counterparts, participated in this assassination."
Zhana spat on the floor; "you wish. General Krukov is a hero of our country, not something you'd know much about, suke… bitch!"
"You sure you don't have the title mixed up with someone else, sweetie?" Tanya walked in the interrogation room, making her way to where the Russian Commander was kept.
Eva's face drained of all colour. "Agent Tanya, if you must… would you please give me a little more time? We can really get this sorted without the need of your… unorthodox methods."
Tanya stole a look at Eva before walking over to where she was. Her hand reached for Eva's hair that spilled all over her uniform, stroking it lovingly. "Unorthodox methods go a long way, sweetheart." Her hands traced against the buxom com officer's neck, eyes peering into Eva's affectionately. "We all can't be adorable, little pussies… some of us have patriotic service to deliver." Tanya brought her face close to Eva's, darting her tongue out she licked the com officer's lips as she looked in her eyes.
"I… I am a patriot…" Eva muttered, her entire being shuddering in the face of this commando who seemed to gaze at her with wanton desire.
"Good, then don't let the door pummel your ass on the way back." Her hand slipped under Eva's skirt, giving the blonde a firm spank before cupping it. "Well… not too hard a pummel that is." She winked, and just as soon as she had brought herself closer to the girl… she moved away and turned her attention to Zhana.
Both the women stared into each other's eyes as a stupefied Eva made her way out of the interrogation room.
"I have nothing to say to you." Zhana announced, suffice to say her voice had lost much of its thunder.
Tanya walked over to where Zhana was and held her face in her right hand. "By the time I'm done with you, sweetheart… you'll tell me each and everything I'll ask."
Her calloused fingers, yet soft hands worked on the Soviet Commander's face adoringly until Zhana pulled her face away. Tanya's eyes narrowed and she kicked the Russian in the chest, throwing her on her back as the chair fell. No sooner was the Russian down she climbed up on top of her, sitting on her belly, careful not to exert too much pressure on the veteran commander.
"I recently got some new toys you see, and I thought what better way to use them… then to introduce my new, Cossack friend to those… instruments." She chuckled. Putting one hand in her pocket she pulled out a nifty looking device that resembled a remote control. She pressed one of the buttons and heard a whirring sound emanate from somewhere; of course her eyes never once stopped looking into Zhana's whose widened, mouth opening to protest.
"You see, sweetheart, you were a bit… out of it when we brought you back to the base. And I decided to start the proceedings right off the bat." She winked at the Russian, putting the remote control to a side as she produced the blade from her other pocket, and began to rip through Zhana's dress, producing a black bra at which Tanya scoffed. "I can already picture your creamy skin against my tanned one, baby… can't you?" Before Zhana could have spoken in response Tanya kissed the girl, letting plenty of her tongue slide inside the Air Force commander's mouth, and much to Zhana's distaste she found herself kissing the commando back.
"Don't blame yourself, sweetie." Tanya chuckled as she pulled her lips back from Zhana's mouth. "I know I'll be doing be a lot more than kissing if I had something shoved inside of me, between my legs and whirring all top notch." She grinned; ripping into the Russian's skirt and slicing them clean off. She looked at her matching pair of shorts underneath and pets it some. "You ruskies always lacked the fashion sense, but who am I to judge?"
Zhana was panting as she looked at Tanya's face; her own face convulsed in a mixture of bewilderment and shock as she watched the elite commando cross her arms around her chest and take off her armoured bra. The moment she's taken it off, her breasts bounced free of it. Beautiful and round with little snubs for nipples. "You don't like 'em?" She asked, raising one in her hand and sucking on her own nipple noisily, her eyes never once leaving Zhana's. "Don't worry, you will soon enough."
She offered her other breast the same treatment, before picking up the remote control for the vibrator inside Zhana and put it on even higher vibration. She removed the tied ropes off the chair, making sure the Russian was only secured through the ropes tying her hands and leading to the beams on the other end of the room. Picking the chair up, she tossed it away, making the woman more comfortable. "See, and people think I don't care…" Tanya spoke in mock exasperation, rolling her eyes before standing up – her legs on either side of the sprawled Russian beauty on the floor – and began to take off her pants, revealing her long, slender legs and muscular thighs… of course she didn't have any panties on. "If I don't go commando, who would?" She put her hands on her hips, speaking matter-of-factly before picking up the device again and pushed the vibration to the max.
Her legs could feel the vibration through Zhana's thighs even which her feet touched as the Russian started convulsing and twisting on the floor.
"The objective is quite simple, commander." She winked, rubbing herself between the legs before parting the lips of her sex. "You'll have to… fish this out, with your mouth." Tanya's eyes sparkled as she began to push the remote control in her pussy, as far as it can be driven before pulling her fingers out and managing to stand back up again. "Once you're successful, I promise… I'll turn the vibrations off." She tilted her head to a side.
"Deal?" She asked. Zhana had her eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure passed through her body, building the climax up in waves. She felt ashamed of herself, how can an esteemed commander such as herself be forced into such a predicament? She finally opened her eyes, and the moment she was about to speak her eyes widened as Tanya shoved her sex upon Zhana's mouth, her thighs on each side of the Russian's face.
"Now that's a good girl… remember, the bitch of Vladivostok can be… quite rewarding for good behaviour…" Tanya closed her eyes and leaned back, offering more of her pussy for Zhana's mouth, whose mouth opened to accommodate more of her sex inside. The rusky struggled, moaning and attempting to scream profanities at the same time.
"Don't be a naughty little girl now…" Tanya whispered, her eyes closed as she rocked herself over Zhana's mouth. "I have my ways, believe you me." One of her hands reached back and slowly began to rub the Russian's slit. Her fingers teased the clit, playfully stroking the vulva so as to coax it out of the coat that shrouded it, and once it became apparent… she opened her eyes; they were gleaming as she looked at the face underneath her. Half of which she covered with her muff, save for the forehead off which the Russian's blonde hair spilled all over the floor.
Zhana could feel the movements of Tanya's calloused yet expert fingers between her legs, as if the Russian needed any more stimulation! Her legs writhed, trying to lock around her crotch to block the commando's reach but alas… this seemed like one drill Tanya had executed one too many times. Using every inch of her being she tried to hold herself back, before surrendering to Tanya's flicks… her lower body raised itself up right at the point Tanya discovered her pink, little nub hiding inside the vulva and squirted out long streams of cum on the floor.
"We have a squirter, ladies and gentlemen." Tanya scoffed, rocking harder against Zhana's mouth giving her a moment every here and there to pull in a breath. Her fingers started rubbing Zhana's clit now, and didn't spare any mercy right from the start.
Zhana's entire body shuddered under Tanya's; at this point the Air Force commander knew she would pass out if she kept letting this bitch finger her with a vibrator inside her pussy. Using her mouth, she parted Tanya's lower lips and began to protrude it with her tongue. She failed once, twice then taking a deep breath she locked her lips over the commando's clit and began to suck at it hungrily.
Above her Tanya moaned. "Oh, you just love sucking Allied pussy don't you?" She began to rock harder against Zhana's face. "Go on… show me how they do it in the motherland…" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but not before turned around herself and thrust her mouth over Zhana's pussy, lapping up at her clit sixty nining with the Russian.
The change of position not only provided Zhana the chance to breathe in more freely but also to manoeuvre her tongue and mouth. No sooner had Tanya exposed her round bottom to Zhana, she clamped her mouth over Tanya's clit once again and sucked at it noisily. She was right; the more aroused Tanya got… the more her lower lips parted in an effort to caressed and loved.
But with this change of position Zhana once again found herself shuddering as she began to climb onto the brink of another climax. Agent Tanya was well read into the arts of love and lick-… and with that thought, her pussy convulsed squirting out more of the sweet cream just like she did before. Her head throbbed with pleasure, every pore on her skin was alive and begging to be embraced… and Tanya did just that; she rocked over Zhana's mouth, hands caressing the Russian's long, creamy thighs as her own mouth lapped up at the wetness between them.
Zhana concentrated once more, she knew she won't be able to sustain it the third time… and so soon! Instead of sucking on Tanya's clit, she began to lap at it hungrily. Her teeth rubbed against it… white, gleaming pearls against Tanya's pink as they nibbled gently and playfully. She carried on such administration and then thrust her tongue inside Tanya's pussy… Zhana's eyes widened as she felt the base of the remote control right at the tip of her tongue.
She began to lap it up, Tanya's moaning getting more profound and loud. Zhana buried her tongue and began to lick at it, trying to pull it down. Finally settling on sucking on Tanya's open slit and she began to pull the vibrator inside, her chin rubbing against Tanya's clit.
To say Tanya came at that moment would be a travesty. Nay, Tanya gushed all over Zhana's mouth as the walls inside her sex pushed at the vibrator… shoving it out until it fell on Zhana's face. She took a moment to recover, and when she felt herself she turned around and faced the Russian commander.
"Y-yo-you pr-promised… n-now pu-pull it out…" Zhana was panting.
Tanya looked at her sadistically before picking up the remote control and using it rub the Russian's clit. "Where's the Soviet commander?" She asked, her voice sweet as if made up of nectar.
"I do-don't know!"
"WHERE is… the Soviet… commander?" Tanya asked again.
"Th-they were suppose-supposed to arrive… I don't know… stop!"
Tanya licked the side of Zhana's face, she can taste her wetness that still clung to Zhana's cheeks. "You know I can make a hobby out of this… maybe get a few peacemakers later, have our little 'toss a Zhana' party…"
"Natasha! Natash-Natasha! He's with her!"
"WHERE?" Tanya looked into her eyes, the remote rubbing Zhana's clit.
"LENINGRAD!" Zhana shouted, and as she came she felt Tanya's mouth upon hers as the ladies kissed, tongues chasing one another and it seemed as if the moment would never pass. Zhana lost consciousness a few minutes later.
Tanya pulled the vibrator out of Zhana, still buzzing away at the maximum notch. She licked at it before looking at the girl. "Leningrad… here I come."
Zhana's last thought before passing out was that of peace and satisfaction, for once Tanya goes to Leningrad she won't find the commander but a Russian flak platoon led by none other than Natasha Volkova.