Chapter 2: This is it, Boys, This is War

Stefania's mind raced the next morning as she slowly made her way down the road to the junction where she usually met up with Galina. The thought that her best friend's own father was abusing her like her own mother was using her made her shudder. Whether she was shuddering in disgust or in excitement was hard to discern to her young mind.

Galina was waiting for her. Her brown hair was in a long braid that day.

"Hey, Stefania!" her best friend smiled brightly as she approached. "About time. What kept you?"

Stefania chuckled and waved at her friend.

"In a hurry to get to school?" she asked.

"Not that!" Galina answered as she reached out and grabbed her hand and they began to walk down the road.

Stefania had to force herself not to bring up what was occupying her thoughts. She didn't want to scare or offend Galina, or make their friendship awkward. But she knew it would have to come out soon.

But first, she had a debt to pay.

She sighed. Mister Piotr expected her preteen pussy today.

The two friends chatted casually as they made their way to school, trying to drown out the distant roar of the tank engines that seemed to vibrate through the ground and into their chests. Even then, the discussion was mostly one-sided as Stefania could only think about Galina in ways she had not before. She wondered what her pussy felt like, what it tasted like. What, precisely, Aleksander had done so far.

And whether or not they would get the chance to play together.

***

When the school bell rang for recess later that day, Stefania made her way to Mister Piotr's classroom. She stood outside his door acting like she was just reading a notice that had been pinned up on the hallway board until all the other children had left.

Mister Piotr was waiting at his desk for her, and had a wide grin on his face as she stepped into the classroom. He stood up as she approached, walking past her and closing the door.

"Well, well," he chuckled as he returned to Stefania, reaching up to cup his hand on her chin and tilt her head up. "Look at you."

The man was old, bald, and had a big round belly. He wore thick, square glasses.

She looked into her teacher's eyes as she was pulled closer. She took a deep breath.

Mister Piotr leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue pushing between her lips and probing the inside of her mouth. She moaned in his grip, feeling her pussy beginning to get wet as the kiss went on for a minute.

Then, finally, he broke the kiss, his lips wet and sticky from the exchange.

He swiftly picked her up and sat her down on the edge of his desk, reaching his hands down and pushing her skirt up around her waist. He then knelt and put his face between her thighs. He took hold of her underwear and slid it off and down her ankles.

"Mmmhmm," Mister Piotr hummed as he began to lick the inside of Stefania's legs, slowly working his way up toward her hairless pussy.

"Ohh..." Stefania gasped, gripping the edge of the desk tightly as the sensations shot up her body. "Mmm... yes... oh!"

She gasped and moaned softly, spreading her legs and leaning back as her teacher's lips brushed against the lips of her vagina, his tongue pushing its way in between them.

"Yes, yes," Stefania breathed as she felt his tongue explore her sex. She put her hand on the back of his head as Mister Piotr's tongue found its way deep inside, tasting the sweet juices as they dripped from her. She began to rock her hips, pushing her body into her math teacher's mouth.

"Oh yes..." she moaned.

Mister Piotr reached up with one hand, grasping her small breast and massaging it with his palm through her shirt.

"Mmm," Stefania hummed as the sensations flooded through her body.

She felt the tongue withdraw, and she opened her eyes, panting as she caught her breath. She looked down at him.

He stood up and began unzipping his trousers.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Mister Piotr whispered.

"Okay," Stefania agreed. She wasn't worried. Mister Piotr didn't have a very large penis, but she usually enjoyed being with him anyway.

Mister Piotr unceremoniously undid the button of his pants, unzipped his fly and withdrew his penis. He was hard, his member throbbing with anticipation as he gripped Stefania by her narrow waist and picked her up.

She wrapped her arms around him as he lifted her and sat her down on his cock.

"Ah..." Stefania moaned as he penetrated her. She clung to him, feeling his cock push inside her.

Mister Piotr grunted as he began to rock the small blonde girl's body on his cock, thrusting her back and forth.

Stefania clung onto him as her pussy throbbed and leaked juices down her legs. He thrust into her, pushing her back across his desk. She felt the pleasure build up inside her as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, she came, crying out, her pussy spasming around Mister Piotr's cock. She cried out as he continued to push her back against the desk, his cock penetrating her deeper with every thrust.

"Oh yes!" Stefania cried out. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her orgasm exploded through her body, her vagina tightening around his penis as she squirted her juices out and onto his cock.

"Mmm," Mister Piotr groaned, continuing to fuck her. "That was amazing... but you must be quiet."

Stefania's body shuddered, her legs shaking as her teacher continued to thrust into her, his hands squeezing her tightly.

"Oh..." Stefania sighed, as Mister Piotr's cock began throbbing and shooting hot, thick streams of his seed into her cunt.

"Mmmhmm..." Mister Piotr groaned. "Yeah... take it all..."

Stefania panted, feeling her pussy throb as the warm, thick, sticky seed shot into her passage. She let her arms relax and fall back, resting on her elbows on her teacher's desk as he finished filling her his semen.

"Ohh, oh, Mister Piotr..." Stefania whimpered as he withdrew from her pussy, leaving a mess between her legs. She groaned and panted, her heart still racing.

"That was nice, child," he said as she lay there on his desk.

He picked her panties off the floor and slipped them back onto her, letting her juices and his semen soak into her underwear. Then he helped her off his desk.

"Thank you," Stefania smiled weakly up at her math teacher as he zipped his trousers back up.

"Now, off you go to recess," Mister Piotr said, giving Stefania a kiss on the forehead. "I will see you next week."

***

Later, when the bell rang to end the day and Stefania was walking home, Galina caught up with her on the way out.

"Hey, Stefania," Galina said, grabbing onto Stefania's shoulder as they walked. "Want to come over?"

Stefania briefly bit her bottom lip. Today was Friday, which Natalya usually spent in town shopping. So that gave her a good excuse to visit Galina.

"Okay," she replied cheerfully.

They continued down the path toward the Babenko house, the distant sound of tank engines ever-present in the air around them.

When they reached the front door to the Babenko residence, Galina opened the door and led Stefania inside.

The Babenko residence was much more lavish than Stefania's. It was a two story home, with Galina's room upstairs.

"Is your father not home?" Stefania asked as Galina began leading her upstairs.

"No, usually not at this time," Galina replied.

It had been too long since she last visited, she thought as they reached Galina's room.

They spent several minutes chatting and laughing about the day at school. Stefania was sitting on the edge of Galina's bed and Galina was sitting on the floor.

Suddenly, Galina pointed to Stefania's leg.

"Hey," Galina said, interrupting Stefania mid-sentence. "What is that?"

Stefania looked down, and realized that a trickle of Mister Piotr's semen had escaped her panties and had begun to drip down her inner thigh. Her eyes went wide.

"Oh no," she muttered, embarrassed, wiping the cum away. "It's..."

"Sweat?" she said, almost as if asking herself. She had not yet finished wiping away the cum when Galina began to laugh.

"You've been with a boy, haven't you?" Galina giggled. "It's 'cum', right?!"

Stefania's face turned red. Galina squealed with glee.

"Oh my god, who? Who is it, Stefania?"

"Promise not to tell," Stefania replied, crossing her heart. "I'm not allowed to talk about it."

"You have to tell me," Galina pleaded. "I'll be quiet. Promise."

Stefania felt her heart beat faster.

"It was Mister Piotr," Stefania admitted. "You really cannot tell anyone."

Galina's mouth dropped.

"Seriously? Mister Piotr?! You had sex with our math teacher?"

Galina laughed out loud, and Stefania blushed.

Now was Stefania's chance.

"I'm not the only one in this room who is having sex," Stefania said firmly.

Galina stopped laughing, and her face grew pale.

"I know you are, too. With your dad, of all people," Stefania pressed.

The room fell silent.

Galina gulped, and slowly nodded.

Stefania could see she was trying to fight back tears. Stefania scooted closer to the edge of the bed.

"Hey," she said quietly, putting her hand on Galina's shoulder. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

"How do you know?" Galina sniffed.

Stefania wasn't quite ready for that conversation yet.

"Uh, well..." Stefania muttered. "I guess I kind of just figured it out. And you recognized this 'cum' a lot faster than any of our other friends would have.

Galina looked down at the floor. She wiped away her tears with her arm.

"I didn't want it," Galina admitted.

Another tear rolled down her face.

"Why are you crying?" Stefania asked, trying to seem upbeat. "I-Is he hurting you?"

Galina shook her head.

"No," Galina replied. "It's just... wrong, isn't it? I feel... weird."

Stefania chuckled.

"Why is it wrong? Do you love your father?"

"I do," Galina admitted, her eyes looking at the ground.

"And he loves you. Why is it wrong?"

Stefania scooted off the bed and sat down next to her best friend on the floor, and put an arm around Galina's shoulder.

"Galina," Stefania said, putting her hand under the girl's chin. "Look at me. You shouldn't feel weird. There is nothing wrong with what you are doing, okay?"

Galina smiled.

"Thank..." Galina began saying when Stefania's lips suddenly met hers. Galina froze for a moment before she closed her eyes.

Stefania didn't know what came over her at that moment. All she knew was she could not resist her friend any longer.

Galina moaned as the kiss continued.

Stefania could tell that Galina had never really made out before, so she was slow and gentle, and took the lead. She pushed her tongue between Galina's lips and into her mouth, exploring and feeling the warm wetness. They sat there, their bodies pressed together as they made out on the bedroom floor.

When Stefania pulled back, Galina opened her eyes. She grinned with a blush on her face.

"That was..." Galina began, before Stefania kissed her again, pushing her back onto the floor.

Stefania crawled over the top of her, kissing her deeply and feeling Galina's body underneath hers. She felt her friend's arms wrap around her neck, holding her in place as their mouths pressed together. Stefania moaned softly into Galina's mouth, feeling the other girl's tongue exploring her mouth in turn.

As they kissed, Stefania's hand slowly made its way down Galina's side, down her stomach and to her waist, gently tugging her dress up and exposing the white panties she wore. She traced her finger over Galina's pussy and felt her shudder under her.

"Uh-uhm!" Galina gasped as her body tensed and then relaxed, letting her friend's fingers rub against her.

"Is this okay?" Stefania asked.

"Uh huh," Galina replied.

"Good," Stefania said as she began to rub her pussy in slow circles, pressing against the fabric. "Has he done this to you?"

"Y-Yes," Galina gasped, her body shuddering as she continued to touch her. "He does it... often."

Galina's breathing got heavier and faster as her best friend pleasured her.

Stefania stopped kissing her and pulled back. She effortlessly pulled off Galina's dress, then took off her own. Next she removed her own underwear and pulled Galina's down to her thighs.

Stefania straddled Galina's leg, then leaned down to resume the kiss, her bare pussy rubbing against the girl's smooth thigh. Galina gasped again, moaning into Stefania's mouth.

***

"A-Are you seeing this?" Elvis asked, as he watched the events unfold through the scope of his rifle.

"Yes," Lindsey answered, trying to conceal her excitement. She had to re-adjust her binoculars to get them to focus properly. The image of two 11 year olds beginning to make out on the floor was now in crystal clear detail.

Elvis shifted uncomfortably to hide the erection he had just sprung. The rest of the team, sitting nearby, was watching the events unfold with a similar degree of interest. All except Eliana, who couldn't bring herself to observe the two tiny preteens engage in a sexual act.

The rest of them had no problem.

"Shit, these kids are starting young these days," Frankie commented, watching the action through his own binoculars.

They watched as Stefania straddled her friend and began rocking back and forth on her, rubbing her pussy on her thigh as they made out. They couldn't hear what was going on, but the girls' motions spoke volumes.

They watched as the two young girls ground against each other for several minutes until finally, Stefania cried out, her body shuddering as she reached her orgasm. They watched the girl's juices begin to leak down her friend's leg.

Once she caught her breath, she dropped down between Galina's legs and lowered her head into her friend's pussy.

"They definitely beat me by a few years," Lindsey admitted, chuckling as she continued to watch the two 11 year old friends going at it.

Elvis and Frankie laughed along.

"Hey, pay attention," Dan said, patting Elvis on the shoulder. "Look. It's Babenko and... who's this?"

Aleksander and another man were walking up to his house.

"Sergei Ivanov," Lindsey said. "The husband of the prostitute from last night."

Dan grunted. The two men disappeared inside.

"Oh, oh!" Elvis said as he peered through his scope, trying to hide his excitement. "The two lovebirds just noticed that daddy's home!"

***

Galina gabbed Stefania's head and pushed it back.

"Did you hear that?!" she asked.

"Hmm?" Stefania muttered, looking up with her friend's pussy juices running down her face. She listened.

There was a noise coming from downstairs, at first a muffled conversation.

"Galina, child, I am home," Aleksander's voice then boomed. "Mister Ivanov is here as well."

The two girls' eyes went wide and they both scrambled off each other.

"Shit," Stefania muttered. "What is my father doing here?"

"Uh..." Galina stuttered. "I-I'm upstairs, father."

There was no answer. The girls heard the men talking downstairs.

"I don't think they are coming upstairs," Galina said hopefully as they hurriedly pulled their dresses back on.

They sat back down on Galina's bed, catching their breaths for several seconds.

A naughty smile appeared on Stefania's face.

"Let's go see what the men are talking about," Stefania whispered. "Let's be sneaky."

Galina's face went blank.

"What?" she whispered incredulously. "Are you crazy?"

Stefania grinned.

"Let's go!" Stefania said as she jumped off the bed and headed for the door.

"Wait!" Galina whispered loudly after her friend. "Don't... UGH."

She reluctantly followed, trying to get her heart rate to return to normal.

The two girls crept out of Galina's room and onto the landing overlooking the living room. They hid themselves in the darkness and peered over the banister. There, seated on the sofa and in the armchair, were the men, Aleksander and Sergei.

Aleksander was dressed sharply, as always. Sergei was wearing his work clothes, a stained grey jumpsuit, and his hair was disheveled.

"... about my job at the saw mill, Mister Babenko?" they heard Sergei asking.

"No," Aleksander said dismissively. "You are needed in the local militia. The pay is better."

Stefania looked over at her best friend, confused. What was going on here?

"I am not a soldier, sir," Sergei answered. "And my work is important..."

"You are a citizen," Aleksander interrupted, his tone sharp. "You have duties to fulfill to the state. That includes serving in the local militia when it is called up."

Why would Mister Babenko be conscripting... Stefania's eyes widened. She remembered the conversation between Aleksander and her mother from the previous evening.

"I understand, Mister Babenko," Sergei sighed, defeated.

"Do not worry, Sergei," Aleksander said in a condescending tone. "This is just in case those damned Bolsheviks attack. We need our men to protect the village, and all of Krajina!"

Stefania's heart sank.

"My papa," she muttered. She could hear Galina gulp beside her.

The conversation briefly turned to small talk, before the men stood up and began making their way to the door.

"Please go to the barracks immediately to introduce yourself to the commander," Aleksander ordered as Sergei stepped outside. "He will get you a uniform and rifle, and then he will begin training you and the rest of the local men soon."

"Yes sir," Sergei replied quietly, before shaking Aleksander's hand and walking off.

Aleksander briefly came back inside.

"Galina, I have an important errand to attend to," he shouted. "I will be home later!"

He then turned and walked out the door.

Once he was out of the house, Stefania stood up. Galina did as well.

"He forced my papa into the army!" Stefania lamented, on the verge of tears.

Galina reached over and hugged her friend tightly, not saying anything.

***

"He's on the move," Elvis announced, sitting up and looking over at Dan.

"Shit," Lindsey hissed. "He's heading east. Nothing there but the woods and the border."

Dan nodded.

"He's got to be going to the border to meet with his contact," he said. "This is what we've been waiting for."

"Gotta be," Lindsey said, seeming a bit too eager to confirm.

"We'll follow," Dan decided, putting his binoculars in his rucksack. "Leave anything that will slow us down."

The five man squad, dressed in clothing matching the local civilian population, packed light. Their rifles and sidearms were kept out of sight as they made their way into the valley, toward the border.

They must have been following Aleksander for 15 minutes, moving parallel to him in the woods as he walked up the ridge.

As he reached a plateau and disappeared from view, they could hear him jovially calling out to someone, but they had no line of sight.

"He's in a clearing," Lindsey noted. "We need to reposition to the east to get a view."

Dan nodded, motioning for them to follow the treeline south and then east, circling the treeless plateau. Then they hit an incline, allowing them to get above the plateau.

They quietly moved up the ridge for about 50 yards before stopping and turning back to observe the exchange.

Aleksander was in the middle of the clearing with a uniformed Bolshevik soldier.

"This is it," Dan declared as the team settled.

Lindsey was the first to train her binoculars on the scene.

"H-He's... this can't be right," she said.

"What is it?" Dan asked as he retrieved his own pair.

"That's a Bolshevik... private," she said. "He can't be older than sevente..."

She fell silent as the team watched the soldier drop to his knees in front of Aleksander. Lindsey watched in shock as Aleksander's cock sprung out of his trousers and was quickly taken into the soldier's mouth.

"What is this?" Elvis asked as he got his rifle trained on them. "The contact is just some boy? What are we looking at, boss?"

"Something isn't adding up here," Dan said.

"Guys," Eliana interjected.

"Babenko's contact..." Lindsey continued, playing the intelligence she has been gathering over the preceding weeks over in her head. "Just a lov... no... no, it can't be."

"Guys!" Eliana insisted.

"Hold on, Sergeant," Dan told her, before turning to Lindsey. "You're saying this is just some cross-border tryst?!"

"No, no," Lindsey replied. "This is... this is just a... uh..."

"Fuck!" Eliana said as she turned around, raising her automatic rifle. "We crossed the fucking border!"

The squad froze, realizing they were, in fact, on the wrong side of the line, and jerked their heads in the direction Eliana was aiming.

At least eight soldiers, clad in cheap green uniforms, were trying to creep up on the team.

"Here we go," Dan sighed, raising his rifle and pointing it toward the soldiers.

***

As Stefania walked briskly in the direction of the town center where the small militia barracks was located, Galina in tow, both girls heard the unmistakable sound of automatic gunfire erupting in the hills east of town.

"What was that?!" Stefania gasped, nearly jumping in the air.

"I-I don't know," Galina stuttered, her heart beating rapidly.

The shooting didn't let up. It got even more rapid.

Suddenly, the constant humming of tank engines they had grown so used to, now turned to a steady rumble that vibrated through the earth and the buildings. The people on the street stopped in their tracks, looking eastward.

Stefania turned around and began rushing toward the barracks. Galina followed.

As the girls reached the center of the village, the barracks were already emptying. A dozen men were pouring out the front doors, wearing a mishmash of civilian clothing, with ill-fitting camouflage vests on top, carrying rifles and pistols.

Stefania recognized her father among them. He looked up at her as he was exiting, his eyes going wide.

"Stefania!" Sergei shouted. He ran to her.

"Father!" Stefania said as she and Sergei hugged. "What's going on? What's happening?"

Galina caught up.

"I do not know child," he said, trying his best to reassure her. "Do not worry. We are going to stop what is happening."

"Papa, you are not a soldier," she said, tears welling in her eyes.

"It's okay," he replied. "Just get somewhere safe."

"But..."

"Do not worry, my child," he said. "It will be alright."

Sergei looked over his shoulder to see the rest of the men jogging down the road to the east.

"Go, girls!" he shouted before running off.

Stefania watched him leave, unable to hold back her tears, before Galina took her hand.

"Let's go, Stefania," she said. "Let's go to your house. It is closer."

***

The team was halfway down the hill. The Bolsheviks were pursuing them, and had themselves now already crossed into Krajina.

"Move," Dan said as he stopped by a tree and turned to fire, allowing the rest of the team to keep descending.

Dan took a couple of shots and the pursuers scattered for cover. One fell down. As he turned and continued his descent, Frankie took position to provide cover.

"Oh, fuck," Lindsey called out, looking downhill. "The town militia!"

The five man team had a force on each side. Even though, strictly, they were on the same side as the militia, this was a black op, and they weren't supposed to be here.

"We need to get out of here!" Dan said, as he fired a couple shots at the pursuing Bolsheviks. He then turned and aimed down at the militia.

The amateur militia troops were taking cover and aiming their weapons up at the hill, firing randomly.

Dan picked off one of them. Lindsey fired a few bursts at the Bolsheviks.

Frankie, Elvis, and Eliana kept descending the ridge, suppressing the militia, while Lindsey and Dan fired up at the pursuing enemy.

It was then that Sergei Ivanov stood up from his cover and aimed his rifle. He took aim and fired a few shots, all of which missed.

Elvis crouched and raised his rifle, aiming it toward the militiaman and firing.

A shot struck Sergei squarely in the forehead, sending a spray of blood and brain matter from the back of his skull. He dropped his rifle, his eyes still wide open as he dropped to his knees. Then his body slumped to the ground.

***

"Mother!" Stefania called out as she and Galina burst through the front door, panting.

"In here, child," Natalya shouted back.

Stefania and Galina hurried into the living room, where she was sitting.

"Stefania, what's happening? I hear gunfire..."

"Papa was just called into the militia, and is fighting in the woods now!" Stefania explained, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying.

Natalya frowned, and she bit her bottom lip as she tried to hide her emotions.

"The militia?" she asked. "But wh..."

"My father told him to go, Mrs. Ivanova," Galina offered quietly as she walked to the lounger against the living room window, stepped on it and bent over to look out the window.

The gunfire seemed to be coming closer to the village.

Stefania joined her mother on the couch.

Natalya stroked her daughter's hair, and looked over at Galina's whose dress had risen to her mid-thigh, exposing her bare pussy.

As she held Stefania, she curiously and subtly reached her hand down and pushed up Stefania's dress, revealing that her daughter wasn't wearing underwear either.

Natalya wondered for a moment why the two 11 year olds weren't wearing panties, but the thought was replaced by more pressing concerns.

"Do not worry, children," she said, motioning for Galina to join them on the couch. Once she did so, Natalya embraced both girls in a hug. "We will be alright."

Five or six more loud shots rang out, before silence followed. The only sound now was the rumble of military vehicles, but that seemed almost peaceful.

Natalia released her hug.

"Girls," Natalya whispered calmly. "Tell me now, where were you two? What happened?"

"I went to Galina's house after school," Stefania said, trying to sound calm as well. "Mister Babenko came home with father, and Mister Babenko forced Papa to go join the militia..."

Tears welled in her eyes again as she looked up at her mother.

Galina just pouted.

They sat there on the sofa for a moment, before their quiet was disturbed by the door bursting open once more.

They jumped in their seats and turned to see Aleksander storm into the living room. He had blood on his hands and clothes, but did not seem wounded himself. He appeared traumatized.

"Aleksander!" Natalya said as he stepped in. He looked over at the woman and children.

Galina's face froze when she saw her father's bloodied hands.

"Papa!" she gasped as she leaped from the sofa and hurried over to him.

"What happened, Aleksander?" Natalya demanded.

Aleksander looked down at his daughter, who was embracing him tightly.

"I... uh..." he muttered, his eyes wide. He placed his hand on Galina's shoulder, and shuffled to the couch, which practically fell down onto.

"Where is my papa?" Stefania shouted, standing up.

The man's mouth opened and closed without words.

"Aleksander," Natalya said. "What happened?"

"Th-the militia is..." he began to say, before falling silent again. "We must leave town."