It was the middle of World War Two, and I was commanding a small group of forces to combat the Nazi forces trying to invade Russia. It was my duty to fight them and not question it, but for some reason, I became curious as to who was in charge of the regiment. The Nazi regiment of course, not mine. So one dreary night, I decided to sneak over to their camp. It was suspiciously easy. But I managed to find the CO's tent and take a peek. It was immaculate in organisation. A perfectly ironed general's uniform was hanging on a rail, next to an obviously stolen SVT-40, there was a makeup kit and hairbrushes on the nightstand. This puzzled me. I looked over at the bed. It was empty. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and stared into a pair of blood red eyes before being knocked unconscious with a shoe.
I woke up with a beam of light being shined in my eyes."Ow! Cut it out...uhh..." I managed to say, cursing my thick accent.
"General Maserati. Now that I've confirmed you're a Russian, what the hell do you think you're doing here?" A very threatening, female voice scolded, a harsh Mediterranean accent about it.
"I-I...I guess I was...uhh..sp-spying...G-general..." I said shamefully.
I was slapped and I opened my eyes. I saw the same eyes, but now the body they were attached to and blushed. She was an Italian, shocking, I know, but not the kind I was used to seeing. General Maserati's raven black hair was long and wavy, framing her angular face very well. Her slightly tanned skin set off her red eyes. It was startling to see what beauty my enemy held. I stammered in surprise. She paced around the area, and I realised I was handcuffed to a post in her tent. "So...Colonel...Braginski, is it? What information were you hoping to gain from this...foray?" She said in an interrogative manner.
"N-nothing! I only wanted to see who I was up against!" I exclaimed out of slight fear.
Now, me, Ivan Braginski, I am usually not scared or in fear of things. But, when an attractive, Italian woman, equipped with a riding crop is interrogating you, and you just got caught for spying, wouldn't you be scared? It was somewhat arousing, but I was too scared to even answer without stuttering. Especially when she just looks scary too. She interrupted my thought by standing a little too close to me and seeming to hiss into my ear, "Is that really all?"
I blushed profusely and looked down at her, into those eyes. It seemed like she was trying to seduce rather than interrogate. "D-da...N-nothing more!" I stammered, sounding like an idiot.
General Maserati traced a finger along my face, trailing down my neck and onto my body. Now it seemed like she really meant to seduce. "I bet I could get more out of you...Aha...That's just it..."she crooned softly.
I was trying to hold my composure, but I slid down the post at that and sat on the ground, "You win...please let me go!" I pleaded, but she only smiled evilly.
"Oh, I am not done with you at all..." Maserati replied to my plea, getting down to my level and placing us two in a somewhat sexual position.
She placed her index finger on my chest, drawing little circles and swirls in my shirt. I didn't protest, but I wasn't comfortable with it either. Then, I realised that she had uncuffed me and that she was vulnerable right now. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her into me. A bright red blush crept across her cheeks. I gave into my bodily urges at once, kissing this strange woman full on. She wrapped her arms around me as well, and we were locked in a tight embrace. Her lips were soft and her embrace gentle. It was actually very pleasurable, I was hoping for the both of us. As I pulled away, a soft moan escaped her mouth and she covered it with her hand, "Ah...What am I thinking! I can't do this!" She proclaimed, trying to push me away.
But I was unyielding and did not let her go. I think I had fallen for this red-eyed temptress, my forbidden fruit of Eden. She gave up and put her head against my chest, falling asleep. Stroking that beautiful black mane, I succumbed to sleep as well.
