Chapter 2

It wasn't long before Natasha heard of Tanya going undercover in Leningrad, the woman had plans for the Allied commando, and like all snipers who stuck to their jobs she knew good things happened to those who waited – she had all the time in the world. But that was when she got the news about Zhana, the distinguished Soviet Air Force commander.

The Cossack woman listened calmly as the two conscripts brought to her explained the situation;

"Da… then the barracks went ka-frickin' boom!"

"We ran, but the TV was safe… hallelujah!"

"-we'd have arrived early if it wasn't for Heckle and Jackal… stupid bears!"

"-they kept wanting vodka!"

She raised one hand and the conscripts silenced right away. Putting her eye back on the scope she continued looking down the magnificent mountain range, Leningrad was only a few dozen clicks below.

"Did she have anyone with her?" Her voice cool, smooth like molasses pouring over an empty glass as it tainted 'tis sides with the honey like texture.

The conscripts looked at one another. "Eh… a van? She took Zhana with her on the van." One of them muttered.

The beauty about a quick strike is found in its swiftness, and the conscript who had just spoken sadly wasn't able to appreciate the aforementioned swiftness as he found himself at the rough end of the stick; Natasha's slap sent him on his back groaning.

And no sooner had he fallen on his back she was on top of him, her beautiful, soft hand coiled around his throat. "You sure it was a van… hmm?" Her voice hadn't lost any of the sweetness.

The conscript looked at her, nodding fervently.

Her grip tightened around his throat, other hand slowly unbuckling his belt. "For a mad dog, seven versts is not a long detour… do you remember the saying of our motherland?"

The conscript struggled, but was instantly calmed as she shushed him, her hand disappearing inside where she began to stroke and caress him.

"Y-yes…" He tried to swallow, and as he did her grip tightened around his throat once more, not letting the bile disappear where it was meant.

"What does it mean?" She smiled, moving her hand faster between his legs. The flak troopers exchanged a look with one another as they surrounded them, knowing fully well Natasha's methods on and off the field.

"I-I don't know… I-I-I'm sorry… I don't KNOW who was with Tanya!" The conscript's voice squeaked. He can feel the excitement gathering in his loins and darting up towards the shaft which the Soviet commando played and toyed with.

"Close your eyes, oh son of Russia… concentrate." Her face dipped over on top of the conscript's as her grip tightened the hardest around his throat, and the movement of her other hand grew even rougher.

"A spy… YES! A few spies perhaps… da… maybe the IFV too… DA!" He raised his lower body to its furthest extent before creaming all over the commando's hand and passing out. Natasha giggled and kissed him on the cheek before wiping her hand against his face, she looked at the other conscript who was staring at the whole ordeal in horror.

"Asphyxiation can be… a good motivator. It doesn't kill them right away and they don't take so long... with info." The girl wasn't smiling anymore as she made her way back to her rifle. Slinging it over her back she raised her voice. "Call Dasha and tell her to send me to the coordinates for the Allied facility where Zhana is taken!"

The plan was simple; with Tanya taking the trouble to come all the way to Leningrad, Natasha can make her way to where Zhana is kept. Not only would she be able to free her esteemed commander, but perhaps acquire some new Intel? Of course the woman didn't know this was the facility Eva was involved with as well.

Eva was pacing anxiously when the alarms started going off, truth be told the Comms officer was expecting it, but not at this rate, and not so soon. She ran out of the Allied Lab, making her way ever so cautiously before stumbling upon someone familiar.

"You really shouldn't be out at this time, ma'am!" The GI shouted. Eva turned her head around, her straw blonde hair coming undone as more of the GIs surrounded her.

"Do we know what's going on, Commander?" She asked, trying to speak over the bluster of the CyroCopters overhead.

"All we know is we've been hit and hit hard, the ruskies are crawling out of the woodwork - and with all due respect, ma'am." His eyes levelled with hers. "There's only one Commander and he's not here."

Eva nodded; she followed closely as the GIs led her to an IFV. It only took one explosion behind her to make her realize they have all landed in a trap. The IFV in front of her exploded followed by the ominous retreat of a bomber. As they rushed for cover he GIs around her started dropping like flies and to her horror, a barrage of bullets started pouring out of a twinblade towards those who were able to find cover against the sniper. It didn't take long before Eva found herself very much alone as she hid behind a wall.

"They call me a cold and ruthless killer, a woman made up of some terrible substance who is awful to a fault... what a pity." Natasha chuckled, appearing in front of the column of smoke, her eyes on her rifle as she rubbed the muzzle and for a moment – pointed the rifle at Eva – looking down the scope. "But when you're facing the end of a loaded gun, who gives a fuck?"

Eva was convinced the woman would shoot her, she started backing away but soon hit the front of a flak trooper, the Russian merely smiled and showed her his gold teeth, all two of them when the voluptuous Comms officer turned around to her dismay.

As if having read her thoughts, Natasha's voice cooed; "I won't kill you, dearie... for I have job for your pretty, little self." She approached the woman, eyes still down the scope... levelling it right over her cleavage and smiled.

"Where's Zhana?"

She only asked once and Eva agreed to take the small party of the Russians deep into the Allied Lab, it seemed as if the Lab was evacuated right about the time Natasha launched her attack, and it made her wonder if leaving the lab in the midst of fighting was the right idea. Eva was no commander, yet it still troubled her to see how a small raiding party was able to best them in combat. The Commander was engaged in a separate theatre of war, whilst Tanya had taken the liberty to launch an attack on Leningrad twenty four hours ago. Soon they arrived in a room where it seemed like only moments ago when Tanya tortured the vivacious Soviet Air Commander to give up Natasha's whereabouts.

"Zhana." Natasha scoffed, looking at the disgraced picture of one of her commanders chained to a chair with her hands tied in tattered clothing.

Zhana's eyes slowly opened and she registered the picture, it was true after all then. Natasha had outwitted Tanya and mounted a rescue... she managed a smile before clearing her throat. "Untie me, comrade. Russia is grateful."

Natasha laughed as she cut open her bonds and let her out, eyeing her up and down. "Would be more grateful if you learned some of Allied plans." Her fragmented and heavily accented English paid ode to the fact how Eva could hear them, and nothing spoke louder than a promise of future torture should Zhana be unable to reveal anything proper.

The Air Commander shook her head, "I was prisoner, they made no plans... other than attempt to capture you as the bitch of Vladivostok said."

"And I'd have tamed the bitch had it not been for your capture." Natasha scoffed at her once again, before turning her attention to the flak troopers. "Sweep the facility; see if we have any who wish to welcome us. Tell those two conscripts to stand guard outside with the bears; they will do well to redeem themselves of past mistake."

Zhana knew Natasha's reputation well enough to know not to argue with her. Tanya may be the bitch of Vladivostok but Natasha had an even fearsome reputation when it came to putting the resolve of her comrades to the test whenever the moment of truth arose. She held her tongue as the flak troopers marched off to execute the orders given.

Eva held her tongue as she witnessed the exchange between the Russian women, it wasn't until she felt Natasha's hands pushing her down on the chair did she realize this debacle involved her as well. "Um... I'm alright standing, thank you." But the look in Natasha's eyes showed how the woman would not accept any compromise. She would have to give a good reason to her own top brass why she left Leningrad overnight and left for Mykonos. Whilst the reason for Zhana's rescue would be well received, she also wanted to gain some valuable Intel in regards to Allied activities, and who better than the British beauty herself? Miss comms officer whose cleavage wove a tale of its own.

"I think you can use some... down time." Natasha chuckled, running her hands down Eva's shoulder as she began to massage her. "You see our methods of interrogation tend to be a bit different from the ordinary when it comes to high profile officers such as yourself." Her fingers were both slender and strong, applying pressure at just the right moment to drive her point across.

"Truly, Madame Natasha... you honour me... ma'am, I'm just a simple communications officer. I can't be high profile." Eva offered Natasha a smile before turning her face towards Zhana who seemed to had made her on Eva's other side, the woman was not smiling and Eva couldn't blame her. She may be polite, but Tanya wasn't... and she didn't know what the woman did to her when she was interrogating her. She had heard rumours, about the things Tanya was capable of... but they all seemed so farfetched, Eva blushed at the thoughts and Natasha noticed it.

"The bitch was running the place the way she sits so high and mighty." Zhana scoffed as she eyed the comms officer up and down.

Natasha's hands dug into Eva's shoulders, she could feel the bra strap through her shirt – the well ironed and starched shirt – and could tell Eva liked to look presentable. Natasha brought her face closer to Eva's ear, whispering. "Oh, but you see... you are high profile." She raised her voice a bit to make sure Zhana can listen. "A bird in hand, worth two in bush..." One of her hands began to coil around Eva's throat as the other began to dip lower into Eva's lap. "Isn't that what you like to say?"

"Y-yes..." Eva's breath caught in her throat, she tried to turn her head around to see what Zhana was making of it, but the vivacious Soviet Commander had a grin on her face as she watched. Eva saw her make her way to her front. With Natasha at Eva's back and Zhana now facing her, there was little doubt the English beauty can make a run for it.

"Good, aren't they pretty when they are so... compliant, commander?" Natasha raised some of Eva's uniform, that one hand dipping even further stroking the inside of her creamy thigh.

"Da... very pretty." Zhana chuckled, she touched Eva's face briefly, running her own hand down her chin, tracing her throat before cupping it. She surprised the comms officer as she slapped her.

Natasha giggled, "Even prettier now, no?" They both exchanged a giggle. Eva's cheek burned, and she wished she could rub the hurt in, perhaps let the nasty red envelope the hurt into a bruise, and Zhana did just that, as if reading her thoughts. But Eva didn't get too long to revel, no sooner had Zhana cupped her face, Natasha's hand from behind now cupped between Eva's legs having had dipped so low... her palm rubbing ever so gently through the flimsy material of her panties.

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'Sexy power knickers' as Eva liked to call them; comfortable and hot, mayhap just what the Allied commander likes? Many a time Eva had fantasized, yet never in her lifetime ever thought Natasha would be the person to discover them.

"You high profile because I say you high profile." Natasha licked her earlobe, her heavy, accentuated English like a swim though a warm, summer breeze. Eva's eyes widened, her mouth open as she gasped... only to find Zhana bring her face closer and kiss the English girl deeply. Zhana turned her face around slightly, parting Eva's lips so her tongue can explore hers, and once that was done she pulled her face away whispering. "I wished you interrogated me earlier, but we will fix that soon enough." If there ever was a hungry lust in someone's eyes, Eva saw it in Zhana's now.

But this was of course nothing like the way Natasha was gazing at her. After teasing Eva through the panties, her other hand reached out and gripped one end of the hem... but instead of taking them off, she pulled Eva up and made her bend in Zhana's direction, she kicked the chair aside, making sure nothing was in the way. Chuckling at the position their prisoner found herself in Natasha slowly lowers herself on her knees. "Her pretty mouth is all yours, Zhana." She cooed.

Zhana toyed with Eva's head as the English girl tried to stay on her feet; Eva was bent facing Zhana, whilst her ass and all of the lower body was at Natasha's disposal. Zhana stroked her hair lovingly before pulling her head up. "Watch, don't turn away now." She whispered and began to take off her shirt, she didn't put much back on after Tanya was done with her. Eva was surprised to see the Air Force commander had no bra on, but realized soon Tanya could have had something to do with that too.

"Kiss." Zhana whispered, as she pressed Eva's mouth to her taut, flat belly. "Um..." It was all Eva could manage before having Zhana's hands gripped her head again and pressed the woman's mouth to her belly button. "Lick." She commanded, and Eva pushed out a shy tongue.

Natasha was in the process of hiking more of Eva's uniform up as she licked Zhana's belly, the Soviet super agent scrunched Eva's panties against the crack of her ass so she can see more of the milky, white skin, bringing her mouth closer she nibbled at one of her hips. Zhana was able to feel the effect as Eva groaned. Of course as Eva licked and kissed Zhana's tummy, the Air Force Commander began to lose the bottom part of her uniform. She cupped Eva's face once more and smiled as the woman looked up at her; "now you'll do what the bitch of Vladivostok made me do... lick me down there." Eva tried to struggle but Zhana raised one of her legs, guiding Eva's face at the apex of her legs hidden by light, pale, blonde curls. Eva seemed to struggle a bit, but Zhana shoved her face more forcefully into her pussy... the woman moaned as she leaned back some and closed her eyes.

"She's good?" Natasha asked, still taking her time with Eva's ass cheeks, as she nibbled and nipped, sucked and bit at all the places she marked red, and could swear how Eva's ass cheeks would blush at the treament. She enjoyed the fact how Miss McKenna had a soft ass at that, which would only firm up slightly if Natasha was too harsh.

"Better than the bitch..." Zhana lied, her head still tilted back. Tanya knew how to suck pussy, Zhana may have fooled around some in the academy but none of the female pilots had the ability that bitch had... but she knew with a little bit of motivation she can just make Eva the lapper.

"I'd like to try her sometime..." Natasha said casually, her fingers now moved the crotch of Eva's panties to a side, revealing a well waxed pussy. "Oh dearie... I take it you have a lover?" She didn't wait for Eva to respond, but shoved her face in, lips parting her nether lips as they lapped and protruded Eva in all the right places, always followed by a dutiful, much deserved lap of her tongue to the entirety of pussy so she can coat the nectar she produced after each moan.

Eva was the least versed when it came to being with another woman, she may have kissed or occasionally slept with her friends, but it never came to doing something as this. For her safety she knew she'd have to comply, and therefore she did; every time Natasha's mouth touched her cunt, the woman gasped only to have Zhana's hand thrust more of her pussy into her mouth. Had anybody else mentioned it to her how the Soviet super unit can eat pussy, she'd have laughed at it and shied away, but to experience it firsthand was a totally different experience.

The first time Eva came on Natasha's mouth; Natasha's hands had gripped her ass cheeks and pushed them apart, her tongue sometimes even lapping up the comms officer's rosebud in the process, when she realized Eva was on the verge of cumming, Natasha locked her lips upon the clit and began to suck as deeply as she can, resulting in the explosion that followed as Eva thrust her face into Zhana's cunt to escape the predicament, but alas... she climaxed hard and long, and by the time Natasha had pulled her mouth away she could see Miss McKenna's pussy throbbing. Natasha smiled.

Natasha yanked Eva's head off Zhana's pussy and French kissed her, pushing the English comms officer on the ground, lapping up Zhana's juices, sucking on Eva's tongue as her hands frantically began to remove her own uniform... both the pieces.

Zhana was not disappointed; she was still good to cum and knew she would have to follow Natasha's lead. She began to get rid of the rest of her uniform as well and slowly bent down, kissing and nipping away on the inside of Eva's thighs. Natasha's own hands locked over the front collar of Eva's uniform only to rip the buttons and tear the fabric. She began suck and nibble over the swells of her breasts neatly encased within the matching bra the comms officer had on to support her generous bust.

"I wonder who you try to impress..." Natasha giggled again, it sounded ominous to Eva, Natasha giggling like a schoolgirl. She tried to struggle some more against her, but stopped at once when she felt the Russian agent's mouth over her bra cup, her teeth nibbling on each as she began to pull them down, revealing her swells to the air around.

"Isn't it so much better?" Zhana laughed and Natasha chimed in. Before Eva could have had a chance to respond, she felt each of her nipples claimed. Both Natasha and Zhana sucked noisily, their naked bodies writhing upon Eva's as their head twist the slightest to accommodate their sucking.

"Oh God..." Eva moaned, her hands found the ladies' head and grabbed them so she can pull them off her or at least try, but in her arousing ecstasy she only managed to push at them further on her swells. Natasha's lips tugged and enveloped Eva's nipple, her mouth would form an O to create even suction before darting her tongue out only slightly to kill the vacuum. Zhana was more aggressive; paired with her arousal and desire to show this Allied cunt how she can dish back punishment as well, her teeth nibbled and pulled at Eva's other nipple. She would suck on it so hard at times, she'd raise Eva's upper body a couple inches off the floor, before the girl would cry out and make Zhana go just a tiny bit easier on her.

"She talks a bit too much for my liking." Natasha announced, she got off Eva, and before either of the two ladies can say boo, she faced Zhana and thrust her pussy on Eva's mouth, sitting on her face, her hands cupping her own breasts as she arranged them, tweaking her nipples, beginning to slowly grind herself on the comms officer's face.

"Hold her hands..." She whispered, Zhana could tell the Soviet agent was enjoying herself from the look on her face; the sight of her beret still over her head, the beautiful, dark hair spilling over her shoulders and chest with her eyes closed. Zhana held Eva's hands and parted her legs, her eyes traversing over her well toned, creamy thighs. She could see the traces of her arousal and earlier climax still clinging on the inside of her thighs, the pink nub protruding and clear against the context of her pale skin softly shuddering every time Natasha did something different to the girl.

Zhana climbed atop Eva and raised on of her legs, elevating one of her own legs she held it perpendicular at an angle so she can shove her own pussy against the nectar smothered, glistening spot of Miss McKenna's. She felt an implosion of emotions as soon as their lower lips locked. "Now we make them kiss..." She whispered, as her lower body began to writhe and move against Eva's. Instantly she could feel Natasha groaning even louder as Eva's moans stifled and vibrated through the Russian agent's pussy.

She scissorred with the girl and Natasha rode her face harder now; Zhana was able to see beads of sweat trickling down the agent's taut belly as her slender fingers tweaked her nipples more. Smiling Zhana leaned forth and gave one of Natasha's nipples a wet lick, she waited for the Russian woman to open her eyes and see what she was doing and then she licked her nipple again... finally taking it in her mouth she began to roll her tongue over it. Natasha's nipples were long and pointy; the kind Zhana knew you can just latch on to suck and nibble.

It had the desired effect as soon Natasha was cumming in torrents all over pretty Eva's face, drenching and coating it. Her pussy she rode not just on Eva's mouth but her entire face, smearing her cream and nectar everywhere in a linear motion. Eva was too helpless to do anything; she thrust her tongue out helplessly to move Natasha away from her, but licked and lapped at all that was offered. Furthermore with Zhana grinding her own pussy against Eva's, it was difficult for her to think clearly.

Natasha kept moving over Eva's mouth even after her climax had whittled, Zhana however had increased the pace at which she was grinding. Eva groaned louder a third time in the day and once more came all over the inside of Zhana's thighs, the Air Force Commander chuckled... she was getting closer and closer to her own climax, but she knew she would not cum over Eva's cunt, the comms officer simply did not deserve that. She had plans that involved Natasha as well, and the Soviet agent seemed to have an idea about it too.

So it was not a surprise at all when Zhana came; she pulled her pussy away from Eva's, laying on her back she rubbed herself harder, her cunt aimed at Natasha's tummy she squirted long and hard. The cream sprayed over Natasha's abs, and slowly dribbled down to where Eva's mouth was.

"Lick it up!" Natasha ordered, and Eva did just that, paying thorough attention to everywhere Zhana had cum, her tongue licking it off Natasha's belly , down to the inside of her thighs and finally her pussy and rosebud where Zhana's climax seemed to had been pooling.

With an exception to Natasha they were all out of breath when a familiar voice blared over the speaker phones in the facility. "Its... it's the Empire... da! They have come to attack us... AHHH!" It was one of the conscripts responsible for the lookout. A smile spread over Natasha's face, so many new toys to play with she thought.

A hot ass super soldier's work is never done.