0 comments/ 52047 views/ 7 favorites Love and Adventures in the Far East By: RussianRocket Written by M.L., edited by K.A. * "We must remember that we're all Soviet citizens," Klavdia Ivanovna was saying, midway though her promenade around the darkened classroom. "Citizenship, like love of the homeland, is in our hearts long before we join the Party or even get our first passport!" Pausing, she fanned herself with her loose-leaf binder, struggling to get any measure of respite from the hot, dry desert air. "As Soviet citizens," she continued, "it is our most sacred duty to defend our homeland's borders. Cynics would have you believe that we, as women, have only a marginal role to play in the defense. False! Our tasks, though different from those of the opposite gender, are no less vital. We must support the fighters at their posts, be it by comforting them with letters and packages, faithfully waiting for them back home, or by lifting their spirits with visits such as this! Pardon me girls." Completely exhausted by the heat, Klavdia Ivanovna propped her corpulent whole against the teacher's desk, reached for her bag, and extracted from it her prized flower-patterned thermos. Turning her back to the class, she proceeded to drain its contents. "Aw jeez, just listen to Guard-Dog go on," Anya whispered to Vikki at an opportune moment, "same boring drivel every lecture." Vikki replied with a conspiratorial smile. She was almost used to the fact that Clavdia Ivanovna, terrifying at school and in the first few days of the trip, could now be spoken about irreverently, albeit in hushed tones. "So Vik, what's with the dopey smile you've had all lecture? Whatcha thinking about?" "Shh.. I'll tell you after class." "Now girls," Guard-Dog continued, somewhat recovered, "Our presence here, at Training Base Four of the Far East Military District will certainly lift morale, but you mustn't look at it as simple amusement. What we do, what we WILL do cements our fighters' resolve, ensuring the impregnability of our borders and guaranteeing our nation's sovereignty and our people's happiness!" Sensing a pause, Vikki looked at Guard-Dog with a dutiful expression and nodded in agreement. Truth be told however, she hadn't heard the part about resolve and sovereignty because she hadn't been listening to the lecture. Instead, her furtive smile, her attention, and in fact most of her afternoon's thoughts, were focused on the wonderful boy she had seen at the station. For the fifth time in a row, she was running through the details of their brief encounter. Their group had just gotten off the train and were milling about on the dusty platform, shuffling their luggage and squinting in the afternoon sun. Katya was being a primadonna as usual, complaining about the heat and dust. Vikki was just glad to be outside, out of the cramped, stuffy wagon. Her neighbors started talking about boys and goings-on at school again, but Vikki had had enough gossip during the nonstop two-day ride. Instead of joining the pack, she chose to park her suitcase at the edge of the platform and sit on it, her back turned to the gossiping gaggle. That's when she saw him. The boy was part of a cadet work-detail assigned to unload the freight wagons. He was dressed in camo slacks and a white-and-blue striped sleeveless, like all the rest. However, there was a certain lively bounce in his step and a certain intangible lightness to his movements that set him apart. He was right in the middle of the group, joking, roughhousing with his buddies, totally engaged and for now completely oblivious to Vikki's presence. The army boys, being sharp and in their element, were quick to notice the new arrivals. As soon as they did, they immediately started over to say hello. That's when a vicious-looking drill sergeant jumped in and barred their way. Stopped in their tracks the boys just stood there, stalling for time and craning their necks to get a better view of their guests. The boy, Vikki's boy, was scanning the crowd absentmindedly when his gaze met Vikki's. Vikki was stunned – she had never seen such piercingly blue eyes. She could liken them only to the Caspian Sea, which she'd seen as a toddler and which had amazed her with its shimmering, boundless expanse. The laws of boy-girl encounters demanded that she avert her gaze, but Vikki found herself unable to act. The boy seemed similarly stupefied. A moment passed, and as Vikki continued looking into his eyes she felt something click deep inside her. Suddenly she felt as if they were connected by a sort of wordless, ethereal link. Vikki felt frightened, because she instinctively realized the link was part of something great and ancient, and also because she knew she wouldn't be able to break it even if she tried. At the same time, she felt exhilarated by the unimagined things that were bound to happen next. Vikki stepped outside herself and reached out to the boy with her mind. As she reached, she felt air rushing against her temples and a tightening in her tummy, as if she were in an open-top racecar that was picking up speed. Her vision narrowed until there was only her, him, and the link between them, the rest of the world having receded beyond its boundaries. Their exchange had lasted for only a few short seconds when the sergeant yelled, "Get to work you useless trash!" and the boy's head turned around, startled. Severed by the absence of his eyes, the link burst into empty air. Vikki could do nothing except watch him, dumbstruck, as he hurried after the rest of the soldiers. Under the sergeant's watchful eye, the boys quickly organized themselves into a human chain and started to unload crates. The right end of the chain disappeared into a freight car, the left into a shady warehouse twenty meters away from the platform. Thankfully, Vikki's boy joined the chain in the middle, in full view. As he worked, every once in a while he'd lift up his eyes to find her. When he did, Vikki would inevitably feel the same rushing sensation she had felt when they first locked eyes. She could only stand to look at him for a moment, then shyness would overwhelm her and she'd bite her lip and look away. When he wasn't looking, she'd devour him with her eyes, noticing everything about him. He had the build of a gymnast - strong, with firm features but without the unnecessary bulk that made so many army boys seem like oversized gorillas. His hair was of an otherworldly hue, bleached from its auburn shade by the relentless sun and reddened by the fine clay dust that endlessly swirled in the hot desert air. His eyes were piercingly blue, beautiful and terrible to look into. Vikki couldn't hear his voice over the din of station, but his entire manner, his every smile and unheard word was permeated with a deep, lively intelligence. Boys like him didn't belong in dusty out-of-the-way army bases. They didn't even belong in real life. Rather, they belonged in old war movies, galloping around on thoroughbred horses and leading brave bands of partisans behind German lines. Meanwhile, the other girls had also taken notice of their informal greeting party. They crowded around the platform's edge and were trying to outdo one another in coquettishness, giggling and waving coyly to any boy who happened to look up. Vikki giggled too, for appearance's sake, but didn't wave – she didn't want her boy to think she'd wave at someone else in his presence. The exchange continued until Guard-Dog, who had until then been preoccupied by arrival-related paperwork, heard the giggling and came over to investigate. Upon seeing this (admittedly-contactless) debauchery, she wasted no time in shushing and subduing the cooing, giggling mass. Driving herself into the fray like a wedge, she separated the girls from temptation. Then, using her enormous paws as pummels, she shepherded them off the platform and toward the administration building for their orientation … "Victoria Moiseyevna! Did you hear a word I was saying?" Vikki, listed by the formal, "Victoria Moiseyevna Zaitseva" in all school records, jumped up in surprise. "You were...saying about friendship and collaboration...for the good of the country?" "Wrong, Miss Zaitseva. You get a verbal reprimand, and I'll mark you down with an F for the lecture if I catch you daydreaming again." "Yes ma'am." Vikki daydreamed again, of course, but she managed to pay enough attention to draw Guard-Dog's wrath away from her until the end of the lecture. *** After the lecture, there was dinner in a military mess-hall. Military food was as bland as the pastel-colored furnishings, even though it was served by Red Army boys who were extremely eager to please the mess-hall's present patrons. These boys were far from the best however - mostly pudgy commanders' sons and sickly-looking soldier rejects, so the girls concentrated on food and gossip. "No question about it, I'd pick the drill sergeant," Katya was saying. The group had been debating the relative merits of the recently-met boys, and Katya was voicing her preferences. While most of the group listened with rapt attention, Vikki had chosen to demonstratively ignore to her arch-enemy. At present moment Katya was dominating the discussion, so Vikki had been passing the time by mentally composing the letter she was going to write to her friends back home. "Dear girls," it read in her head, "the trip so far has been uneventful. We pass the time mostly sleeping or staring out the window. The train makes stops every few hours, and sometimes Clavdia Ivanovna (we call her Guard-Dog now!) lets us get out and take a walk, but never unescorted. Our company is fine, with the exception of Katya. There are ten girls, all seniors in our class, but except for Anya I don't know anyone that well yet. There are lots of other girls on the train, from other schools, but they're in different compartments and we're not allowed to wander off, so I haven't really talked to them. Anya is great though - you'll like her as soon as you meet her, she's like a big sister, but in a good way. I've even told her my English name, the one the one from third grade English, so when it's just us talking, she calls me 'Vikki' instead of 'Vika'. Of the rest of the girls, the most interesting one is Lena. She's a bit strange, sort of tightly-wound, but she's read absolutely everything in the world. You wouldn't believe the things she's told us. Always has a book on theoretical Marxism-Leninism close by – Guard-Dog loves her for it. Then there's Alyona, who's a bit on the heavy side, Olga, who's a bookworm but not as smart as Lena, and Yulia, who usually keeps quiet. Then there's Dasha, Masha, and Sveta, who are in Katya's gang, and who are nothing but trouble. I usually keep away…" "Vik, wake up." Anya elbowed Vikki gently, interrupting her train of thought. "Applied Citizenship ended half an hour ago – we're discussing Applied Boys now. Come on, join in!" "I'd date the drill sergeant, definitely," Katya continued, meanwhile. "I mean, did you see the salamander tattooed on his arm? He's strong, really strong. Not like the rest of those greenhorns." Catching Vikki's unwary glance, Katya turned to her. "Hey Vika, you remember that song?" she asked. "The one by Mironov?" Vikki looked away, but Katya, undeterred, leaned close to her and started crooning in her best faux-romantic voice: "He's the type of man that could pick you up, Wrap you in his arms, Protect you from anyone, Make you feel like the safest girl in the whole world." "It's true he looked strong," said Anya, pushing Katya's forehead away from Vikki's ear. "But wasn't he a bit overbuilt? And old?" "Yeah, he was a big stinking ape," added Vikki, sulkily. Katya leered at her. "Well, pardon me for liking a man with experience under his belt. He's the kind of man that could satisfy, I mean Really satisfy you. Believe me Vika, I know. After all, I'm the only one here who's actually had a boyfriend." Katya's posse nodded in approval, as if the achievement were their own. "Yeah, and he left you after two months." Vikki mumbled, turning away. "I left him, for your information," Katya answered. "And anyway Vika, it's not like you'd know anything about sexual satisfaction. The biggest thing you've had up your cunt is your own finger. Though I imagine that's still generous compared to the dickless wimp you're gonna marry!" "Come on girls," Anya intervened, "We're all tired, let's not fight tonight." She looked sternly first at Katya, then at Vikki. Katya shrugged and backed away. Vikki answered Anya's stern look with a guilty glance, and thought that it was great to have the voice of reason by her side, even though Anya didn't take sides when it came to her and Katya's fights. "All right." She said, finally. "That's better." Anya threw her hand around Vikki and leaned in close. "What about you, Vikki?" she asked in a whisper. "Which boy did you like the most?" "Oh, I don't know." Confessions always frightened Vikki. "I think you do, Vik. Remember, I saw you daydreaming in class. There's only one thing that can make you smile like that." "Well," Vikki took a deep breath, "I kinda liked one of them. The one in the middle of the chain, you know, the one with auburn hair and the blue eyes." "Hmm, I think I remember. The one who looked like a gymnast, right? Good choice Vik! I thought he was pretty cute myself." "I didn't," said Katya, who had been feigning disinterest, while listening the entire time. "He was thin as a coat-hanger." "I think he was lovely," answered Vikki, and started remembering just how lovely the boy was. Katya caught the dreamy expression in her eyes and pounced. "Wait a second," she said, "seems to me that you more than 'kinda' like him. Seems to me like you've fallen head-over-heels for this weakling." "Katya, enough." Anya intervened. "Different people have different tastes" "No hold on Anya, I'm just trying to understand." Vikki realized she was going to regret her moment of candor. For some strange reason, Katya made a point of viciously criticizing any boy Vikki showed an interest in. It was no different this time. "So what exactly made you like him so much?" Katya asked. "None of your business." Vikki answered "Is it because he looked like an entitled mama's boy?" "None of your business" "Is it because he looked dainty, like a woman?" "He did not." "Is it because he looked 'noble', like one of those ballet-dancing bourgeois princes?" "He looked just fine!" "Is it because the other guys totally dominated him?" "They didn't!" "Then it must be because you want to push him around like a wet mop!" Vikki didn't answer, and Katya shook her head in mock scorn. "Why do you always go for these wimps?" she asked, finally. "Vika, God help you if end up marrying one." "Well if I do," countered Vikki, "at least I won't have to cover up bruises every morning because every night my husband comes home drunk and beats me!" Vikki meant to insult, but the vulnerable expression in Katya's eyes told her she'd overdone it this time. There had been rumors that Katya's mother was living with the awful consequences of an impulse marriage to a 'strong' man. "That won't happen," Katya said, her mocking smile fading. "I won't let that happen to me." Katya sat down, arms crossed. She threw her hands up, showing everyone that it was no big deal. She looked all around and moved her lips to say it was really no insult at all. Then her forehead pressed against her hand, and her eyes clouded over. The whole table went quiet. Sveta, one of her posse, tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder, but Katya shrugged it off. Try as she might, Vikki had been able to hurt Katya with words before. She had never even seen Katya vulnerable before – in all their encounters, Katya had been unfailingly sarcastic and self-assured. Now Katya was both vulnerable and hurt, and Vikki was responsible, and it made her feel genuinely awful. This was no way to be. After a moment's hesitation, Vikki reached over and cupped Katya's left hand with both of hers. "It's ok," she said, "You're a strong girl, I know you won't." Katya gave her a sad kind of smirk, but to Vikki's surprise, she didn't throw her hands off. Instead, she just looked at them pensively for a few moments. "You know," she said, finally, "I didn't really mean what I said about your boy. I didn't even get a good look at him, but he was probably okay." "Thanks." Vikki wasn't sure what she would do next, but Guard-Dog, who had just ambled over from the teacher's table, made the decision for her. "Now girls," she said, "supper's over in five minutes. I still see some full plates – finish up!" The girls obediently dispersed to finish their suppers, and Katya withdrew her hand and turned toward her gang. "Now girls", she said, her tone of voice getting back to its old sarcastic self, "this is what our instructors mean when they talk about Friendship of Peoples. Me and Vika here just had ourselves a nice bonding moment. Learn from our example! But I've had enough of this girly stuff – let's go stake our territory." The gang got up to deposit their trays on the kitchen conveyor. Vikki watched them go with a relieved smile, thinking that in Katya's case, 'friend' was still too gentle, while 'arch-enemy' no longer fit, and she would have to come up with something more creative. *** After dinner they were shepherded to their sleeping quarters – a large hangar made of steel girders and corrugated aluminum, with a cement slab for a floor. Each of the groups had its own dormitory – a slice of hangar carved by two plywood separators. As Vikki had expected, the furnishings were both minimal and cheaply made. There wasn't the slightest attempt at decoration, and the bunk beds they were allocated were made of rough wood that promised to give nasty splinters to any careless leaner. At least the sheets looked clean, and the comforters thrown over them looked thick and warm. Having chosen her bunk, Vikki parked her suitcase and headed to the washroom. She was rather dreading the experience after seeing the rest of the base, but was pleasantly surprised. The bathroom was the one place where their hosts had not economized. The girls were well provided for – there was soap and toilet paper and even a sort of chemical scent, doubtlessly artificial but nonetheless pleasant. Best of all, there were private stalls with thick wooden doors and generously tall marble separators, which began at the floor and reached almost all the way to the ceiling. One such stall at the very end of the row was available, and Vikki wasted no time in claiming it for herself. Once inside, she breathed a sigh of relief at finally being alone – the structure of the trip left precious little room for privacy. As she often did during her bathroom contemplations, Vikki took mental stock of herself. She felt overwhelmed and worn by the journey. Her body could still feel the ghostly rocking sensation imparted by the days spent on the train. The afternoon heat, which still clung to the air inside the windowless bathroom, made her mind mellow and lethargic. More than anything else in the world she wanted to skip the evening routine and magically find herself in her bunk, where the air was cool and the comforter over her was warm and heavy, and where she could forget everything and surrender herself to blissful sleep. Vikki had promised herself during the day to be strong in spirit, taking the evening's allotted personal time to write a letter to her parents and to reflect on both recent and upcoming events. Now in the evening, she found that her tiredness easily overpowered daytime promises, making everything feel distant and unimportant. After all, the letter could wait until tomorrow, and tomorrow would come whether she thought about it or not. The only thing that could stir her in her present state was thoughts of the boy. Love and Adventures in the Far East Vikki did think of the boy, and his image immediately brought on the rushing feeling and the pleasant tightening of her tummy. How wonderful it would be to find him here and be able to talk to him, if only for a minute. What a shame that unsupervised contact with the soldiers was strictly prohibited! How wonderful it would be if she ran into him by some happy coincidence and got to express all the wonderful things she felt about him. More to the point, how wonderful it would be if the boy drew her close without words, simply letting her look at him. These thoughts filled Vikki with newfound energy. "Well I'm finally alone, so I can imagine some more," she thought to herself. "Now, how are we going to meet?" She imagined herself out in the sunlight near the half-finished radar installation she'd seen from the train platform, facing its byzantine mixture of gleaming steel and cement columns. There were no other people around – it was lunchtime, or maybe everyone was overcome by some magical sleep. She was in her school uniform, with her knee-length skirt and her daintily crocheted apron, bows in her hair, enveloped by the noontime heat. He was there too, having just appeared out of a nearby hangar. They noticed each other and in a moment he was beside her. "Come on! Let's get in the shade!" He said with a friendly smile, throwing his arm around her waist. As they strolled toward the radar installation, she pressed herself against his side, feeling the firmness of his features. As if by accident, she brushed her cheek against his shoulder. He smelled like boy – a light yet musky scent that made Vikki's fingertips tingle. As she imagined the walk to the shade, Vikki stood up and leaned against the stall's marble wall. She found that the fluttering in her tummy was spreading downward, towards her thighs. To keep it at bay, she started to gently massage her tummy, just below the navel. They were now just inside the radar installation, right on the boundary between the sweltering heat of the courtyard and the cool dampness flowing toward them from the structure's labyrinthine depths. She was leaning against a column and he was close to her, one hand around her waist and the other stroking her cheek. "Vikki," he was saying, "Vikki. What a beautiful name. " He said other things, soft and pleasant. As he talked, he let his hand wander from her cheek, first skimming her neckline and shoulder and then slipping downward, following her slender curves. His hand was rough, a real soldier's hand, but it was also alive with an absolutely irresistible human warmth. She wrapped her arms around him, letting her palms rest on his shoulder blades and allowing her fingers to caress the valley between them. Their lips grew closer and closer to each other, but instead of letting them touch, Vikki turned her head slightly. Her right cheek pressed against his left and she began rubbing against it gently, eyes-half closed, purring with pleasure. Unlike his hands, his cheek felt boyishly soft. Vikki pressed close to him, as close as she could get, making sure they were in full, gloriously sensual contact... Back in the stall Vikki's hand slid lower, until her fingers rested against the twin mounds outlined by her panties. As she was thinking of the embrace, she started to lightly massage the area, letting her middle finger drift across the valley that separated the two mounds. Meanwhile, the boy had drawn his lips to the nape of her neck and was now slowly, lightly kissing his way upward. When his lips rested on her chin he started sideways, gradually moving across her cheek. She felt his hot breath in her ear as he whispered, "Turn around." Vikki turned around. She pressed herself against the marble wall of the stall, her hand moving more insistently against the smooth cotton of her panties. In her imagination, the boy pressed his hand gently against her back, pushing her firmly against the column. She felt a wave of strange sensual pleasure rush through her, sensing the pressure against her chest, feeling the contrast between the cool smoothness of the cement and the warm, virile form cupping her from behind. Her right ear was pressed to the column and her gaze turned toward the sunlit courtyard, but her eyes had gone into soft vision and all she saw was fuzzy white patches. His hands were on her, sliding against her tummy, rubbing up and down her sides, exploring every inch of her supple curves. Vikki's own hands had become bolder, one wandering under her shirt to cup and knead her left breast, the other slipping under the waistline of her panties. Her fingers parted her outer lips, allowing unobstructed access to the inner folds, whose center was slick with wetness. Her fingers zeroed in on this wetness, first submerging in it and then spreading it outward in orbital motions. Feeling her fingers slide against her smooth folds brought Vikki to a new plane of excitement. Almost by itself, the bottom of her palm began to massage her pubic mound, pressing in so hard that her hand ached from the strain. Vikki stood on tiptoe, lifting her hips so that her opening met the tip of her middle finger. The finger stopped its gyrating motion and hesitated for a second, applying gentle pressure to her entrance. Then, all at once, it plunged in. What excited Vikki further was that it was the boy doing all these things to her. It was the boy that lifted up her blouse and kneaded her breasts, it was the boy who stretched the elastic band of her panties away from her tummy and who then slid his big hand toward her most intimate regions. And now, it was the boy who was expertly pleasuring her, thrusting his finger deep inside her, then withdrawing almost all the way, then thrusting in again, repeating in a series of relentless, furious strokes. And it was her grasping at the column, thrusting her bottom up against him, shaking and moaning with unrestrained pleasure. She rose further up on her tiptoes, the muscles in her thighs hard as steel, her whole body shaking from strain and enjoyment. She rose higher and higher, until there was nowhere left to go and nothing to do but brace herself and ride the waves of pleasure that were crashing against her. She rode wave after wave after wave, in a seemingly endless procession. Then she felt a familiar tightening and knew she was almost there. When the orgasm hit, it rocked her so hard she was afraid the whole installation would come down around her. It went on and on, in seemingly endless waves of ecstasy. She grasped at the boy's hair and moaned his name, which she knew at that moment, because at that moment she was the omniscient essence of pure womanhood. Her orgasm crested and held at its peak for what seemed like an eternity. Then, gradually, it began to ebb. When it was over she collapsed to the floor, utterly spent. The boy was instantly beside her, holding her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear while she came down. She reciprocated, kissing him breathlessly all over his face, purring contentedly, saying that he was the most wonderful boy she had ever met. Then she gave him a final peck on the nose and opened her eyes. Vikki opened her eyes and realized that she was sitting on the floor of the stall, slouched against the wall and breathing like a smith's bellows. She couldn't remember ever having such an intense orgasm. Her panties were completely soaked, and her whole body was still shivering slightly from sensual aftershocks. She lay still for a minute or two, catching her breath and lightly stroking her upper leg, imagining it to be the boy's hair. Then she slowly stood up. Vikki looked at her watch and realized she'd been in the stall for nearly forty minutes. "Shoot, I better run back!" she thought. "I bet Katya's already spreading rumors." She cleaned herself up the best she could and strolled out of the stall as nonchalantly as she could manage. There was one other girl washing up, and on the way out Vikki caught her incredulous glance. Apparently the moans of pleasure hadn't been entirely in Vikki's imagination. Vikki blushed, averted her gaze, and hurried to her room. *** Vikki walked into the dormitory to find the comforters spread on the floor and the girls sitting around in a large circle. Lena was going around its periphery, looking official and animatedly explaining something. "Finally," she said when she noticed Vikki. "We thought you got lost. Come on, we're going to have a practice session for tomorrow." "Yeah, we're gonna practice making a woman out of you," Katya elaborated, obviously recovered from her dinnertime moment of weakness. "Come, join our little circle, new friend." She demonstratively patted a piece of comforter next to herself. Cringing inwardly, Vikki sat down next to Katya. At least Anya was on her left side – she'd provide support if things went sour again. Vikki turned to Anya: "So, what's there to practice?" she asked. "Don't you just lie there, like at a doctor's appointment?" "I think it's almost like that, Vik." "You've got to be kidding me," Katya laughed on her right. "Vika, it's true that we're not required to prepare physically," said Lena, who had also heard the remark, "but I thought it would be nice if we understand the spirit of the venture." "But don't they say it's best not to think about it?" Vikki asked. "Well," answered Lena, "some of us don't have the luxury of ignorance. Some of us worry." She turned to the rest of the girls. "See, my father was worried too. He was so worried that he got me - don't tell anybody about this - an Instructor's Edition of the Session Manual. It's back from the 1940's, when Azazello's Cream still hadn't been invented..." "Wait," Olga the bookworm interrupted, "Hasn't psychoactive literature been outlawed as contrary to the free nature of the people's collective will?" "Well, this is not…my dad said it's ok if it's just us…that is, he thought it would help us build a feeling of unity. You know, maybe allay any anxieties individuals in the group might have. I've been practicing on my little sisters," she added, noticing some critical looks, "and it doesn't seem that bad at all!" "Does Klavdia Ivanovna know about this?" asked Olga. "Yes, my dad spoke with the school board.He persuaded them – he has lots of connections – that it's alright to try, as long as we keep it to ourselves." "Lena," Yulia chimed in, "I believe you, but if we do this, it's totally your responsibility." A few girls voiced similar concerns, but to Lena's relief, after a bit more persuasion the rest of the group agreed. "Okay then everyone," She said, obviously relieved to be able to go through with her plan, "Why don't we all lie down with our heads toward the center and hold hands." "What do you think?" Vikki asked Anya, feeling slightly apprehensive about the venture - her mom's generation was the first use Azazello's cream, a fact which placed the Manual in the distant, but nonetheless terrifying times of the Great War. "I think everyone did it back in the day, so it couldn't be that big a deal Vik." Anya took hold of her hand and gave her a supportive smile, and Vikki felt enough confidence to turn around and lie on her back. Though the position was strange, Vikki felt totally comfortable, like she was in a gym class getting ready to do crunches. She was mildly surprised when Katya poked her shoulder. "Won't you take my hand too?" she cooed, "Or are you too shy?" Vikki extended her hand without looking and Katya laughed. "Okay everyone," Lena took her own position in the circle, "Now spread your legs to shoulder width and close your eyes." Vikki spread her legs a couple of centimeters apart. So did the others, giggling and making the obvious sordid jokes. "You have to do better than that girl," said Katya, squeezing her hand. "Not even a soldier's gonna be able to get through that narrow a gap." Vikki gingerly allowed the gap to widen a few more centimeters, mindful that she hadn't yet changed her panties. When everyone was settled down, Lena took her own place I the circle and began the session. "All right," she said. "I want each of you close your eyes and clear your minds of all thoughts. Today's events, how you felt about the food, how you feel about Guard-Dog, everything. Close your eyes. Let the world recede. I want you to feel yourself drifting along on a warm invisible current, drifting into a state of deep relaxation. Allow yourselves to relax. Take deep breaths, and as you do, listen to the soothing, guiding sound of my voice. You will follow me down, deep down, on a journey that will take you into the deepest reaches of your mind. As you breathe slowly and deeply, allow the tension in your body to drain away. Let go. Now it seems to you that with every breath you take, with every word I utter, you are sliding deeper and deeper into relaxation. As you become much more relaxed. You are sliding down, deeper and deeper, until you feel that you've left the world far behind. Relax, and let go." Vikki had always felt awkward and somehow disconnected when she talked to Lena with her eyes opened, as equals. However, with the visual world obscured from view and Lena in the role of authority, Vikki began to feel an increasing synchrony with her words. When Lena removed the world, Vikki felt the world recede. All she was aware of in the present moment was Lena's voice, which had changed from a shrill contralto to a sonorous tenor, every word now exuding a calm, measured confidence. For a second Vikki considered fighting this sudden control over her mind, but a second later she was already sure that struggle was neither necessary nor possible. The voice told her to find herself in a sunny clearing, and Vikki immediately felt, in the full sensory confidence of a lucid dream, that she was standing in the middle of a sunny clearing in a near-Moscow forest. Then, she became aware of a ray of summer sunshine falling on her right hand. "Let the ray focus," Lena's voice said, and Vikki let the ray focus, feeling its warmth seeping into her skin. She let it penetrate into every fiber of hand, spreading warmth from her palm to the very tips of her fingers. Lena instructed her to take the ray and move it back and forth along her arm, and Vikki moved it back and forth with her mind, letting it spread warmth wherever it traveled. Lena instructed her to move the ray to her upper arm, and as the ray rocked gently back and forth, Vikki felt her entire right arm become completely relaxed. She repeated the motions on her left hand and then her feet and legs, soaking in the intense sunshine and feeling her extremities get lighter, so light it was as if she was now floating a few centimeters above ground. Lena instructed her to let the sunshine spread into her body and Vikki complied, letting it flow past her chest and concentrate into a ball of warmth in her tummy. The ball grew and become brighter, until it was taking up her entire tummy. Then the warmth broke free and spread like waves through her body, coursing back and forth between her extremities and her tummy, spreading warmth and relaxation along its path. When the wave subsided, Vikki felt completely relaxed. "Now that your relaxation is complete," Lena's voice sounded, "I want you to become aware of your neighbors." Vikki obeyed, letting her mind's focus expand to encompass the hands that were linked with hers. She became aware of the beating pulses in the hands, life essences apart from her own, but close and beckoning. Vikki was instantly consumed with an irresistible urge to establish a connection. She wished the connection with her mind, and felt an electric charge start building between her palms and theirs. The charge built and with each passing moment, creating a bond between them that grew tighter and tighter. "Can you feel their closeness?" Lena's voice asked. "Why don't you take some of the warmth in your core and let it flow down your arms, into your hands and into the hands of your neighbors." Vikki willed her personal warmth to flow, and felt it pour, without resistance, into her neighbors' hands. At the same time, she felt two distinct streams of warmth – Katya and Anya's, flow back into her veins. Each stream had its own texture and feel– Anya's was smooth and soothing, while Katya's was turbulent and fiery, almost scalding. The flows raced up her veins and into her core, where they comingled with her hers, dyes in water, swirling together and filling her to the brim with an ecstatic mixture of light, life and affection for those who had given it to her. The charge between Vikki's palms and those of her neighbors was now so strong that they were almost inseparable, yet this sensation was pleasurable, because Vikki suddenly realized that her, Katya and Anya were now kindred spirits. Her past with Katya and her short time with Anya no longer mattered – they now shared a connection that transcended both words and everyday actions. "Feel your immediate neighbors," Lena's voice directed, "but also feel those further from you." Vikki extended her mental reach and found that she could feel, though less distinctly, essences of the others. "You are now a part of a chain," Lena's voice continued, "strong and unbreakable. Imagine yourself as part of the chain. Visualize it, from one end to the other." Vikki's mind raced across the chain, seeing every girl's face with surprising clarity, and seeing beyond some faces for the first time. Olga was there, Yulia and Alyona too. Dasha, Masha and Sveta's minds were farther away, and rougher than the others. Lena was on the farthest out, somehow present at both sides of the chain, a pulsing synapse which made the chain light up with its guiding impulses. "Now imagine the chain bend and link into a circle." Lena's voice said. "This circle great and powerful, because your great and powerful minds reside inside it. Feel how safe you are, protected by the unbreakable chain of interlinked hands. Explore this inner circle with your mind, feeling how close your mind is to those of your neighbors." Vikki's mind traced the circle in orbital motions, receiving a burst of affection from each of its members. She would have been happy to continue on the orbit indefinitely, endlessly moving through sidereal cycles of affection, when suddenly something from the outside drew her attention. She felt suddenly, clearly it - the boy's presence. He was a swirling, agitated force, out of reach yet pulled to her by the link between them. The link was still there! Now, in Vikki's liberated mind, she could clearly see that it had not dissolved at all but was in fact still there, pulsing with life-force and strung tightly, like the sinew-string of a loaded bow. His essence pushed toward her, but was at every turn obstructed, by whatever blurry, unseen obstacles hovered around the periphery of her meta-consciousness. "Reach," Vikki thought, "reach, and I will help you find me." She let her consciousness separate from the others and reach for the circle's edge, trying to find an opening. "Focus," Lena's voice commanded. "Focus on the circle." Vikki tried to continue reaching, but had no power to resist. Lena's hand may have been sheathed in velvet, but its grip was unwavering. "Cast other thoughts aside," Lena's voice said, and the link disappeared, submerged by her will. "Take your ray of sunshine and let it move from your forehead to the center of the circle." Vikki obeyed, though this time with some reluctance. As her ray slowly drifted toward the very center, it merged with those of her neighbors, growing brighter and more intense. Then, once all the rays have merged into one, the collective ray began to pulsate, growing wider and wider. It expanded slowly, covering more and more of the circle. As it expanded, Vikki felt her every strand and fiber, her every molecule again covered in sunshine, though of a more intense, collectively amplified quality. Love and Adventures in the Far East "Bask, and let yourself be consumed by the collective light." Lena's voice commanded. "You've just understood instinctively what it is to be part of the workers' collective. You've just felt for yourself the awesome genius of Marx and Lenin. Here, inside this circle of light, you are ten pure forms merged into one. Inside the circle, you can face the world as one, performing collective labor with purity of heart and proud dignity." "And guess what that labor is." Katya's voice cut in. Vikki's mind turned to Katya, horrified. Lena was the only one who had the right to speak, or even think. She realized why she had perceived Katya as turbulent earlier– unlike the others, Katya's mind wasn't lighting up in synch with Lena's guiding impulses. "What are you doing Katya? Focus on the circle." Lena's voice directed. "Don't get me wrong Lena," Katya's voice said, "this is fun and all, but you shouldn't be deluding impressionable young citizens with this flowery nonsense. Come on, tell them what's really going to happen." "That's immaterial, unity of spirit and purpose are what matter for us." "Poor Lena," Katya's voice said, with insidious sweetness. "What are you hiding from? Is this any way to deal with your fear of boys? Is this really the way to deal with your daddy's fear for his princess's virginity?" "That's enough. Listen to me girls…" "No, listen to me," Katya's voice countered with surprising severity, "and I'll tell you how it will be. Imagine the boy you've always liked all these years, only he's not in Moscow anymore – he's here, just outside the circle. He's circling our little gathering – you don't even have to talk to him, you see his hungry eyes and you know exactly what he's got on his mind." "Forget about the stupid boy," Lena's voice said, its confident tone wavering, . "concentrate on your neighbors' hands, on the feeling of unity." "But you can't forget about the boy," Katya countered sweetly, "because he's chosen you, and he's kneeling beside you, stroking along the length of your legs, curving in his hands to massage your thighs and waist. Imagine him yanking your panties down. Concentrate on your feelings now, anticipate his manhood pressing against your entrance, anticipate the rough, pounding pleasure a man can bring." "Girls, remember the program!" Lena was almost screaming, "Imagine yourselves in a chain again, imagine your arms folding across your chest, imagine chain wrapping around you in a warm collective hug! Doesn't it feel much better to be wrapped up in the collective, female warmth?" "You know what, I think you're right about the warmth, Lena." Katya's voice agreed. "A real man is nice, but usually too rough. He leaves you wanting something soft and sensuous, something warm and comfy. Like the touch of your neighbor." Vikki felt a hand touch her tummy, then slide up to her left breast. She was still down below, thrown to and fro by the swirling currents that personified Lena and Katya's words. Lena's voice pushed her back to the status-quo - toward warmth and light, though the light it promised now seemed cold and sterile. Katya's voice, on the other hand, was rich with images and commands that sent tiny, tingling jolts of pleasure all through her body . Vikki concentrated on the physical world for a second and realized that the hand cupping her breast belonged to Katya. "Girls, swim back to the surface." Lena's voice sounded tiny. "Yes girls, drift back to the surface," Katya's voice agreed, laughing, "and as you do, let all the affection you've obtained through circle transfer to your neighbors. Move close to them, and let your hands slide past their palm and up to their shoulder." Katya' hand moved back to Vikki's palm. One of her middle fingers traced the route as she spoke, the sensation of its touch lingering in Vikki's sensory memory. "Slide your hand down to their tummy." Katya's voice directed, "Move it up to their chest, and feel it drift up and down. Move still closer, and breathe in their delicious scent. Aren't they just irresistable?" Katya's lips were now almost touching Vikki's ear. "Don't you want to nuzzle your lips to their neck," they whispered, sensuously, "and give them a big, warm, sensuous kiss?" "Katya stop, this is completely against the rules." Lena's voice pleaded, somewhere on the edge of Vikki's perception. "So was your little séance." answered Katya's. "And if you want us to keep quiet about it, you'll stop fussing and just enjoy what's happening. This at least is honest," it added, "and it's SO much more fun." Lena didn't find words to respond, or maybe Vikki simply didn't hear her, consumed as she now was by Katya's touch. "Tell me Vika," Katya's voice whispered to her, "is this how you imagine your loverboy would hold you?" Vikki shook her head yes and smiled without opening her eyes. She was sure that somewhere inside her there remained rows of alarm bells and red warning lights with the words 'Indecency' inscribed on them, but at the present moment their triggers were disabled, the wires cut by the sheer force of the sensuous, physical sensation which Katya's hand imparted. Vikki became aware of Anya's hand, which was rubbing hers, slowly and gently. She tugged at it so Anya would come close. Anya came close, resting her chin against Vikki's shoulder. "I like what Katya's saying" she whispered. "Me too," answered Vikki, still entranced, her lips barely moving. Anya moved forward and lightly kissed Vikki on the lips. "Vic, do you mind?" she asked, just in case. Vikki grinned, eyes still closed, showing she really didn't. "Just look at her smile," Katya's voice said, "I think she wants another one." Once again, Vikki felt Anya's lips press against hers. This time the kiss was different, far more confident and assertive. Vikki had never kissed a girl before. In fact, she'd only kissed boys a couple of times, at recess or during assemblies. Anya's kiss had an entirely different quality from those quick stolen kisses, but felt so natural that Vikki had no qualms about returning it. The kiss also had a sobering effect, slowly lifting Vikki out of the Session-induced trance, gradually reactivating her waking mind and restoring her capability for thought and analysis. At the same time, it nugged her thoughts down another path, one which she hadn't dared to explore with her previous, awkward suitors. As they kissed, Anya started to make quick exploratory forays, kissing the corners of Vikki's mouth, lightly pinching Vikki's lips with hers and pulling gently. Her hand moved to cradle Vikki's head, both supporting it and slowly stroking her hair. Her other hand moved down, caressing Vikki's neckline in a gentle, almost motherly way. "Victoria Moiseyevna Zaitseva" Anya was saying, her words like little caresses themselves. "Zaitseva, zaits – litte hare. You're my little hare, my little rabbit, and I'll protect you no matter what. My Kolya, my little brother used to be my little rabbit, but he's a big boy now, off to school, and you're the one who needs my protection." "That's right," Katya's voice echoed, "poor little Vika needs all the love and protection she can get." Katya's hand expertly slipped first under Vikki's blouse, and then under her bra. The sensation of skin-to-skin contact was much more intense than over-the-blouse stroking, and part of Vikki's partially woken mind wasn't sure she was okay with it. However, it was a very small part, since the rest of it was concerned with the fantastic feeling of kissing Anya. For her part, Katya seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and soon the awkward feeling passed. When it did, Katya's ministrations began sending muted bursts of pleasure into Vikki's brain. "Can I have some too?" The new voice belonged to Sveta, one of Katya's gang. "Be my guest, there's plenty to go around." Katya, pulled up Vikki's blouse, and Sveta wasted no time running her hands all over Vikki's exposed tummy and still-clothed bosom. Then she reached around to Vikki's back and unhooked her bra. Before Vikki knew what was happening, her bra was gone and her blouse was being pulled up over her arms. Wires connected, and the rack of alarm bells started sounding their warning. Vikki opened her eyes for the first time, and looked up at Anya. "I'm not sure I'm okay with this." she said. "I'm here for you Vik," Anya comforted her, "I won't let anything bad happen to my little hare, I promise. Girls, you need to be nicer, or we won't play with you." The girls promised, and although Vikki wasn't reassured by their words, when Anya's hands resumed their gentle caresses her concerns faded into the background. Vikki felt Katya and Sveta resume their work, though now with an increased gentleness. Katya massaged her breasts, lightly pinching and pulling on her nipples. At the same time, Sveta was kissing and licking around her tummy, leaving a wet tingling trail in her wake. "Oh gosh," Vikki thought between breathless kisses, "Where did they learn to do this so well?" Katya continued playing with her nipples as they hardened, until they stood fully at attention. Then she kneeled down and started using her tongue, alternating between licking on Vikki's nipples and kneading entirety of her breasts with her mouth. Vikki could hardly believe the strange, incredible sensations which Katya's attentions were producing. It's as if Katya had found a nerve going directly into Vikki's brain, making each caress burst into her consciousness as a miniature explosion of pleasure. Despite herself, Vikki started to moan. As Katya continued, sucking on one breast while massaging the other, Vikki's moans grew louder and more passionate. Only Anya's lips, which were hungrily pressed to hers, prevented Vikki from crying out. Feeling Vikki's throes of ecstasy encouraged Anya to go further. She pulled Vikki closer and started a full-on French kiss, probing and swirling her tongue against Vikki's every time she moaned with pleasure. For her part, Vikki gripped Anya's hand as tightly as she could, answering her every kiss in kind. Overwhelmed by sensation, Vikki was only marginally aware of Sveta's hands, which had been wandering down her sides, moving steadily toward her waist. Vikki felt them stroking outside of her bare legs, inching inward with each pass. She offered no resistance at first, and the hands slid smoothly under her skirt. The hands continued sliding up Vikki's inner thighs and quickly converged into a cradle over Vikki's panties, cupping her pubic mound. Vikki tightened up and struggled a bit, trying to say no through Anya's kiss. Feeling her resistance, Katya began a lightning assault on her nipples and Vikki's thoughts of protest were drowned out in a new flourish of pleasure. Sveta started rubbing Vikki's mound through her panties and immediately noticed Vikki's wetness, mostly left over from pleasuring herself in the bathroom. "Yo Kat, check out how wet she is!" Katya reached in to check. "Wow, are you the same frightened little Vika who was scared of touch just a second ago? Did our innocent little pettings make you come already?" Vikki wanted to shake her head and protest her innocence, but found that she herself couldn't figure out what to say, overwhelmed by the flood of these new, amazing, confusing emotions. All she knew at that moment was that Anya was close, and would protect her from harm. "Let them think what they want," Vikki thought, and reached again for Anya's lips. Sveta found Vikki's pleasure button and started to massage it. Despite her misgivings towards them, Vikki couldn't deny that the girls manhandling her knew how to give pleasure. The feeling was so good she instinctively pressed her crotch against the gyrating hand. It was almost as if she were doing it all herself, but together with the sensations of a strange girl expertly touching her, of Katya's talented tongue against her breasts, and of Anya's intoxicating lips on hers. The whirlwind of feelings was enough to make Vikki's head spin. At that moment she wouldn't have been able to break away from Anya, let alone move herself away from the hands running all over her. When Sveta reached into her panties, Vikki didn't even try to protest. When Sveta's finger found her entrance, the sensation almost made her black out. Sveta's finger started stroking rhythmically in and out, while her thumb continued rubbing Vikki's outer folds. Vikki stopped in mid-breath, and it seemed that her entire consciousness became gradually concentrated on the finger's tip, withdrawing almost to the entrance only to plunge again into her inner folds. Every time the finger pushed inward, Vikki's hips rose up to meet it, urging it to penetrate deeper. Every time the finger withdrew, Vikki longed for its return. "Look at her," Sveta said, chuckling, "she's totally gone." Katya disengaged from Vikki's breasts and looked her over. "Yeah, I think it's time for the coup-de-grace." she said. "Move over, Svet." The sensations suddenly stopped and Vikki's clouded mind wondered why, and longed for them to start again. Then she felt hands sliding her panties off. Vikki offered herself willingly, not knowing what form the girls' next action would take, and not particularly caring as long as the sensations of pleasure resumed. Then she felt a hot breath on her exposed vulva. The breath caused an entire electrical storm of sensation, as all the nerve endings in her vulva fired at once, creating a tingling tidal wave of energy that roared up and down Vikki's spine. Then the breath's source drew away. "What are they going to do next?" Vikki thought, hoping with all her being that they'd begin doing it quicker. "Mmm, you have a cute birthmark Vik," Said Katya's voice. "Right here, on your right thigh." Katya's lips smooched her birthmark. Vikki moaned and gyrated her hips impatiently. Katya's unseen presence continued to tease Vikki with inaction for a few more seconds. Then she felt something rough, something incredibly hot and wet press against the inner folds of her vulva. Startled, Vikki pulled on Anya's hand to get her attention. The pair broke their eternal kiss and looked to see what was happening. "Oh wow," was all Anya could manage. Vikki saw Katya laying between her spread legs, her face submerged under the curvature of Vikki's mound. It was unbelievable! Why in the world would Katya do something like that? Vikki tried to pull away and to tell Katya that enough was enough, but by then it was too late. An incredibly powerful feeling swept over her, drowning out all rational thought. "Girls, this might going too far" Anya said. "Don't worry, we're still playing nice," Sveta assured Anya. "Ask your little hare if she wants us to stop." Anya looked to Vikki for a response, but all Vikki could do was grip Anya's hands and stare at the ceiling wide eyed, gulping for air. "See," Sveta said, "she likes it." "Alright, but you'll stop as soon as we say so," Anya warned. "Deal." Katya started by exploring Vikki's entire pussy, running her tongue over every fold. She even wiggled her tongue into Vikki's opening, causing Vikki to writhe and claw at the comforter like a madwoman. Then she moved up and concentrated her attention on Vikki's clitoris. At first she licked around, brushing her tongue against the clit itself only occasionally. As she continued however, Katya gradually built up pressure. She moved in closer, flicking her tongue back and forth across Vikki's hooded clit with increasing frequency. When she sensed Vikki was excited enough, Katya pulled back the clitoral hood and started to grind her tongue directly against Vikki's exposed nerve center. Vikki was going absolutely wild. She couldn't talk, she couldn't think, she couldn't even breathe. She wasn't aware of Anya's soft hands, or even Sveta's mouth on her tits. All she felt, aside from all the joys of heaven and all of hell's torments, was a pressure steadily building up inside her. The pressure rose, second by second, far into the red region of the dial, past all the safeguards and failsafes. She could only take a minute of stimulation before the indicator needle reached the end of the dial and she exploded, cumming as hard as she'd ever cum in her life, bucking like a wild mare, mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Katya kept licking until Vikki calmed down, gradually tapering off the stimulation's intensity. When Vikki's orgasm was entirely spent, Katya gave her a comradely pat on the thigh. "Good girl!" She said, "Way to achieve unity of spirit. Although I imagine asking you to reciprocate is hoping for too much. Sveta, can you help me out?" "My pleasure," Sveta answered, grinning slyly. Katya leaned back and let Sveta slip off her panties. Sveta dove right in, lapping energetically at Katya's vulva. The sound of her labors was immediately joined by Katya's satisfied moans. "Are you okay?" Anya asked, leaning over Vikki. "I mean, with what just happened?" "Yeah," Vikki assured her, still panting slightly. "Yeah, I think so. But all the same, would you mind holding me?" "Of course!" Anya smiled warmly and lay down beside her. Anya's embrace was wonderful. It radiated warmth and friendship rather than passion, which was exactly what Vikki wanted at that moment. They continued cuddling for a minute, smiling and basking in each other's company. Then Vikki turned her face towards Anya's. "I didn't know you were into kissing girls," she said. "I didn't know either, but you were so cute I couldn't resist. You didn't mind too much, did you?" "Not at all." Vikki kissed her on the forehead to prove she really didn't mind. Anya smiled. "If nothing else," she said, "That was amazing practice for kissing boys. I bet when we get back, we'll be the terror of the town! They'll be offering up their entire life's savings for a single kiss!" "I know I would if you were in the business," Vikki answered, eliciting a giggle. Still cuddling Anya, Vikki looked around the room to see what the other girls were up to. From first glance, it was apparent Katya's act of sabotage had worked like magic. Most grils were lying on the comforters in twos or threes, in various states of disrobement. Some were just kissing, others were engaged in heavy make-out sessions. Katya and Sveta were the most active, followed by closely Masha and Lena. Masha was on top of Lena's completely nude form, riding her hard. Lena was moaning and writhing under her, any misgivings having long since evaporated. Her sensual agony made Vikki remember her own recent experiences, causing her to shiver and blush. Vikki lay still for a while, trying to take it all in. She skipped past the orgy and thought back further, remembering the details of the Session, how quickly and completely it had changed her reality. Then she suddenly remembered boy's short-lived appearance. "An," she said, nudging Anya, "I think I felt my boy's presence when we were in the circle." "Did you?" "It felt like he was trying to reach me." "Hmm." "An, what if right now, my boy is running around like mad, trying to find me?" "I wouldn't be surprised if he were. You're so pretty, I'd imagine any boy that looked for even a second would do anything to find you again." "But what if it's really happening, and he's actually close to finding me?" "Let's hope so Vik, though you know the rules here are very tight." "But what if he can bend the rules? What if he's a general's son?" Anya laughed. "Yes my little hare," she said, stroking Vikki's hair, "he's a general's son. He drives a shiny black Volga, commands an entire division, and goes on vacation in Krimea – and that's precisely why he's stationed here, in this lovely little piece of nowhere." Love and Adventures in the Far East "No, I don't mean the normal type of general. What if his father was a disgraced general? Maybe his father's father was a general himself, but one of the Whites, fighting against the Red Army in the Civil War? What if his father renounced his own dad, but couldn't escape his shadow? What if the father was almost executed in Moscow, but then just exiled? His son wouldn't have cars or mansions in the Krimea then. He'd just be here somewhere, trying to make ends meet. Do you know what I mean?" Vikki looked up at Anya, who was in turn looking at her, wide-eyed. "Vikki, where are you getting all this from?" she asked. "I don't know, it just kind of came." "I see. You have quite an imagination Vik." Anya said, scratching Vikki behind the ear. "But that's enough daydreaming for the day. Rest up for a moment, then we're going to get you ready for bed." After about twenty minutes, which Vikki spent napping contently in Anya's arms, everyone was more or less finished. Lena, who now sported a mop of tangled hair and a look of total moral defeat, told everyone it was way past curfew and they should all be getting to sleep. She was on her way out the door when Yulia stopped her "Lena, we're not in trouble, are we?" she asked, "This was all part of the Session, right?" "Right, yes, of course," Lena answered, "It, it says in Manual Appendix: 'the Session-induced affection is likely to manifest itself through physical means, which is accepted'. Or at least was..." she added quietly, closing the door behind her. Most everyone, including Anya, shuffled off to the bathroom to wash up. Vikki stayed behind fishing for a toothbrush that had gotten lost in the dark depths of her suitcase, and didn't notice that Katya had stayed as well. When Vikki was most distracted, Katya tip-toed up to her and smoothly wrapped an arm around her waist. Vikki tensed up, unsure of what would happen next. Katya saw her discomfort and smiled sardonically "Don't worry pigeon," she said, "I won't eat you. I know you're not really into girls; otherwise, I would have made you mine a long time ago. Anyway, I guess I owe you another apology. Seems like you DO know something about sexual satisfaction. You were riding me so hard I thought you'd my lips!" Vikki blushed violently. "Ah.. thanks. For.. um.." She mumbled. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're timid. I'd jump you right now… but we've gotta save our energy for tomorrow." Katya gave Vikki a loud spank on the butt and started off toward the door. "Wait!" Vikki called. "Yes, little hare?" "Katya, how did you… I mean, when Lena was talking, I couldn't even think." "Oh, I was just bored. That psychoactive mumbo-jumbo doesn't work on me. I was lying there listening to Lena's little tricks, and thought it'd be fun to turn them into something more fun!" "But why didn't it effect you?" "Oh, it's just one of the great mysteries of the universe." Katya twirled around, arms turned heavenward, to demonstrate. "Like why an uptight, upstanding girl, would get her pussy eaten out in front of nine spectators." Katya paused just long enough to see Vikki's intense blush, then pranced out of the room. Vikki found her toothbrush, and quickly did her business in the bathroom. When she got back, lights were off and everyone was already in bed. Slinking quietly along the cold floor, Vikki found her own bunk, which was right above Anya's, and climbed in. The remnants of the Session's high had evaporated, and once they did, Vikki found there was a lot on her mind. So much, in fact, that she couldn't even begin to set it all straight. There were the worlds opened before her by the Session, Katya's coup and its consequences, her virtual encounter with the boy and the link between them, the ominous events of the coming day. "An, we should talk. About everything," she whispered, bending down.. "Tomorrow, Vik. We'll figure it all out tomorrow, promise. Let's get some sleep tonight." "Tomorrow," Vikki repeated to herself, pulling the covers over her tired body. Nighttime desert cold had already seeped through the thin aluminum walls, wrapping the entire dormitory in its icy embrace. But potent as it was in its own domain, the cold had no power over Vikki's cozy bed, stopped at the gates by her heavy woolen comforter. Comfy and utterly exhausted, Vikki fell asleep in a matter of minutes. *** "Wake up girls! We've got a big day ahead of us!" Vikki grumbled and turned toward the wall, but there was no arguing with Guard-Dog. "Let's go, let's go! Rise up, working peoples of the world!" Guard-Dog made her rounds, making liberal use of her paws to prod the sleeping forms into wakefulness. "Alright girls," she said finally, "Whoever isn't up in five minutes stays on the train in Vladivostok! Lena, make sure I don't see a single sleepy eye when I come back!" The girls roused slowly but surely, and by the time of Guard-Dog's return, almost everyone was ready to be escorted to breakfast. As they were shuffling along, Katya caught up to Vikki: "Hey Pidgeon," she said, "so what did you think of our little orgy last night?" "Orgy?" "Yeah, orgy. What did you think it was?" They filed into the mess-hall, where they were served sugar cookies and compote made of stewed plums and apricots. The girls hardly talked during the meal, and Vikki assumed their reasons were similar to her own. Her reasons began with apprehension about the previous night and especially the word 'orgy', which despite its archaic nature seemed frighteningly appropriate. They certainly included feeling groggy, which came from sleeping a full two hours less than allotted. Most importantly, they included the unvoiced specter of the upcoming session, which hung heavily in the air. Though Vikki had continuously tried to cast it from her thoughts, the session's concept still frightened her even after all the motivational lectures, glowing first-hand accounts by session veterans, and brave posturing of the previous days. As she picked at her food, she noticed the mess-hall doors swing open to reveal a purposeful-looking staff officer, who marched straight to the teachers' table and called Guard-Dog over to confer. Vikki went back to her thoughts, but looked up at them once more when the corner of her eye caught the trail end of a gesture. Disconcertingly, it seemed that the officer had just been pointing at her. "Oh no," Vikki thought. "Did the girl in the bathroom tell on me? Did someone from last night talk?" If that were true, Vikki would be one of the first on the blame list, having been the most visible part of Katya's mischief. The officer soon got up and left, but Vikki didn't dare look at Guard-Dog to see what her next move would be. When Guard-Dog approached ten minutes later, Vikki's heart almost jumped into her throat. "Now girls," Guard-Dog said, "it's time for serious business. Finish up, and we'll get going." Vikki was safe, at least for now. When the girls had finished, Guard-Dog gathered them up and herded them across the base toward the session hall. Vikki, still apprehensive, tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible. At the same time, she couldn't help scanning every nook and cranny she passed, hoping against hope to see her boy. A few boys were outside, on patrol or otherwise occupied, but her boy was nowhere to be seen. Vikki wondered whether he even remembered her, or whether their link was just a product of her overactive imagination. The thought, along with the others troubling her, made life too depressing, and made herself stop thinking about it. After a ten minute walk, they reached a building which, judging from its ostentatious appearance, was used for Party rallies and Polit-work assemblies. Guard-Dog led them to a nondescript door at the side of the building and a staff officer opened it for them. They packed into a short corridor which resembled an airlock in a submarine, bounded as it was on both sides by heavy metal doors one of which the staff officer closed behind them. Once the outer door was securely fastened, Guard-Dog pushed her way towards the inner door, unlocked it, and motioned for everyone to proceed. "Everyone come in," she said. "Be quick about it girls, we're already running behind schedule." The second airlock door led to a combination bathroom/locker room. Vikki was surprised to see that this bathroom was possessed of an otherworldly, almost fairytale level of cleanliness and comfort. The floor was made of polished marble, and the benches lined with expensive-looking lacquered wood. Each bench had an assortment of pristinely white gowns, towels, scented powders, shower caps, a multitude of other expensive toiletries. "Okay girls," Said Guard-Dog, "I want each of you to take a package of this cream. "Guard-Dog produced a large cardboard box from a supply closet and heaved it on a bench. "Klavdia Ivanovna," One of the girls spoke up, "Is that really Azazello's Cream?" "Yes," she replied brusquely. "yes, that's the colloquial term for it. Though you shouldn't use it because of its author's anti-Soviet leanings. Now girls." she continued, "I won't be here to supervise – director's rules - so pay close attention. You should each find yourself a private spot facing away from your neighbors. Then I want you to take off everything – even your undies and t-shirts, and put on a gown. Then, take a scoop of the cream and rub it…" Guard-Dog halted and grew beet red. It was apparent that reconciling her strictness and modesty with her socialist ideals was still proving to be a challenge. "..and rub it down there." She finished. "And I mean ALL over – on your legs, on your thighs, on your intimate parts, even, even inside." Guard-Dog grew even redder. "And if anyone is a tiny bit nervous, simply use more cream. Right then… questions?" The girls all nodded no. "I'll be waiting outside," Guard-Dog said, "Now girls, be sure to go to the bathroom right now. You won't get a chance for a couple of hours." Once Guard-Dog was out of sight, everyone stripped down and got themselves a package of cream. These weren't packages in the ordinary, rough-brown-cardboard sense of the word –they resembled petite jewel boxes. Vikki's box didn't contain any jewels however – instead, it was half-filled with a vanilla colored cream. This cream was thick and fatty, giving off a strong, musky scent. Yet when scooped up, it felt surprisingly light and airy on the hand, rather like a piece of vanilla soufflé. Vikki, warned beforehand about cream's toxicity, had no interest in determining whether it tasted like soufflé. Instead, she took off her clothes, slipped on a robe, and found herself an out-of the way corner. Some of the girls, with Katya at the head, immediately started joking and monkeying around, smearing the cream on each others faces and trying to pull each other's panties down. With all the things weighing on her mind however, Vikki was in no mood for games, so she just turned around and started applying the cream. There were no explicit instructions for dosage given on the package, so she made sure to coat everything completely and evenly, from her hips to her inner thighs to her vaginal lips. She even pushed a glob inside, swirling her finger around to coat as much of her inner passage as she could reach. As she was applying the cream, Vikki was surprised to feel her depressed state lifting, gradually replaced by curiosity at the sensations the cream was producing. Wherever it touched, the cream spread a sensation of increasing warmth. At first, it was almost like vapor rub that Vikki's mom used during her wintertime bouts of the flu. However, within a matter of seconds the warmth was augmented by a sensation of lightness. This lightness didn't want to stay contained – it immediately flowed into Vikki's sensory pathways, through which it spread throughout her body with dizzying speed. Vikki suddenly felt so light she could reach the ceiling with the tiniest push-off. The feeling was liberating, almost intoxicating in its power. All the things weighing on her mind – nervousness, fear, romantic gloom – seemed to seep from her pores and congeal into a millimeter-thick layer of mud caked on her skin. Vikki shook herself all over, and the layer cracked and crumbled onto the marble floor. Vikki took a deep breath and suddenly realized, with absolute clarity, that her worries were gone and all that was behind was pure, unadulterated freedom. On a more corporeal level, the, the warmth had also generated a pleasant tingling sensation. As this sensation was localized around her private parts, Vikki felt an almost irresistible temptation to satisfy it with vigorous rubbing. Vikki gave in for a second or two, rubbing her vulva luxuriously, before some vestigial remainder of modesty urged her to stop. Vikki looked around and saw that compared to others, she was showing an almost monastic restraint - when Katya came up to her, robe unfastened, her right hand was casually massaging her clitoris. "Some cream, eh Vik?" Katya said. "Takes that shyness right out of you, doesn't it? Just look what it did to me." Katya spread her pussy lips with her fingers to demonstrate her engorged clit. Vikki thought vaguely that the proper impulse would be to turn away. Instead she almost reached out to touch Katya's pussy, stopping herself halfwy through the motion. "Whoa, this thing really IS potent," She thought, her tummy aching with desire. Katya, having noticed the half-formed gesture, couldn't resist stoking the fire. She dipped into her well, then took a wetness-coated finger and put it into her mouth seductively. "Katya, no!" Vikki tried to warn her. "The cream's poisonous, don't put it in your mouth." "The cream? Oh right, the cream." Katya gave her a coquettish shrug. "Don't you worry for me pigeon, I'll take care of myself." She blew Vikki an air kiss and frolicked off towards her other playmates. Anya, having finished the application procedure herself, wandered over. Vikki hugged her and had to restrain herself from turning the hug into a sensual kiss. "How you feeling, Vik?" "Better. I'm feeling…Like a total slut!" Vikki said, surprising even herself, and burst out laughing. "Me too!" Anya giggled, holding onto Vikki's hands. "Now I see why we don't need all that 'psychoactive' nonsense." "True, but I still liked our bonding session." "Yeah," Anya said, eyes glowing like embers, "Me too." Vikki had to restrain herself a second time, but she sensed she was fighting a losing battle, her fight made harder by the fact that defeat seemed like the most desired of outcomes. She was rescued by Guard-Dog, who poked her head in the door and said, "Let's go girls. File out!" They formed a queue to file out, and as they stood at attention Katya appeared once again beside Vikki. She pressed against Vikki and whispered to her, "Girl, you're gonna get fucked soo hard right now.." Vikki's pulse quickened. Katya was right – they were really here, and in just a few short minutes they would have a whole regiment of insatiable boys descend upon them. Vikki had had this thought before, but now instead of frightening her, it filled her with both excitement and longing. They were led into a large circular room lined by linoleum floors and finished with a smooth pastel color. The room was dominated by six strange, roughly circular structures. The structures themselves seemed to be made of black molded plastic. Embedded in this plastic were five seats. The seats were inclined into almost horizontal positions, headrests meeting at the structure's center and footrests radiating outwards, forming a five-pointed star. Each seat was lined with light brown leather and looked like a cross between an astronaut's cradle and a birthing chair. Suspended above each structure was a dome, made of opaque plastic and held aloft by a metal truss intertwined with an inscrutable multitude of cables. Vikki took all this in at a glance, not really bothering to ask herself any questions. She saw two other groups of ten girls each – likely hangar floormates from neighboring partitions - emerge from two neighboring doors. Like them, the other girls seemed excited and uninhibited. From the looks of it, they'd also had their fair share of Azazzello's cream. Vikki smiled and waved, and the girls energetically returned the gesture. "Whatever this is, it's going to be fun!" Vikki thought. "Okay girls," said Guard-Dog, "Break yourselves up into two groups. Lena, Katya, Anya, Vika and Sveta will be in Group One and will go to the cluster by the door. Masha, Dasha, Alyona and Yulia will be in the Group Two and will go to the cluster by the wall. You all are free to choose whatever chair you want, but don't climb in just yet. Let's go!" Given the events of the day before, it was easy to imagine the seating arrangement. Vikki chose to be near Anya, Katya chose to be near Vikki and Sveta, and Sveta chose to be near Lena. Vikki's chosen seat faced the main door, which was ajar on account of the white-robed technicians slipping in and out. Vikki noticed the vestibule beyond the door, lined in oak paneling and bearing posters and banners. Vikki could make out a couple of them; a banner that said "To a man, a man's due!" and a poster proclaiming "Give it to 'em good!" which depicted a vanquished demonic enemy on one side and a sultry-looking harlot on the other. Guard-Dog trundled over to Vikki's cluster. "Now girls," She said, "We're almost ready to begin. If you'll just slip off your robes... yes yes, you can just leave them there on the floor, and take your seats." Even in a room full of people, to Vikki there seemed nothing simpler than to take off her panties and climb into her chair. She was surprised by the leather's smooth texture and the chair's warmth – it must have been somehow heated from the inside. Everything – the warmth, the atmosphere, the chair's indescribably comfortable contours – beckoned her whole toward total relaxation. Vikki found that this feeling of relaxation, combined with the sensual excitement inside her to produce a sort of sleepy, simmering desire. A technician came over and pushed a button. The dome above their heads rumbled to life, starting to descend. While the technician informed them about the dome's comfort and safety, Vikki noticed another army official take Guard-Dog by the arm and look in Vikki's direction. This time, Vikki wasn't the tiniest bit afraid. "Let him look!" She thought. "Let him come over and take a closer look if he wants to!" She reclined in her chair and spread her legs, giggling to herself. The dome kept descending over them. Vikki noticed that it had five rubber accordions placed along it perimeter. As the dome slid in place, the accordions pressed snugly against their waists, separating them from the outside world. As, for the second time in twenty four hours, the visual world receded from her, Vikki felt a sort of sensory deprivation. She could neither see nor hear the room outside – she could only experience it by touch. Her universe was now confined to dome's interior and the five girls lying close to her. This isolation came with an unexpected sense of freedom - though she was restrained from the outside, Vikki was free to do as she wished inside the dome. For instance, she could look in all directions, explore the rough texture of the dome with her fingertips, or even prop herself up on her elbows. The latter action allowed her to reach over and interact with her closest neighbors - an opportunity which Vikki immediately took advantage of by tickle-torturing Anya. When they made peace, Vikki reflected that, despite its unusual nature, their current setup was wonderful. The dome's interior might have seemed cramped to an outside observer, but the cream, their nude closeness, and their unsupervised freedom made it cozy and welcoming. Love and Adventures in the Far East Vikki lay back in her recliner and imagined how silly she must look from the outside. This mental picture made Vikki laugh, so much so that she dangled her feet in the unseen air. After a minute of this, unseen hands gently took hold of her feet and gently patted them to calm them down. Vikki allowed her feet to be placed back onto the recliner/birthing chair, where they were restrained with leather straps. Unable to cause any more mischief on the outside, Vikki turned to Anya. "What do you think An?" She asked, stretching her hand toward Anya's. "I think this is pretty ridiculous. Well, at least if they're ugly, I won't have to kiss them on the mouth." "Yeah, but you won't be able to fight them off either," replied Katya from Vikki's other side. "And I bet that after a couple of months without pussy, they'll just go wild! And they won't be gentle like me, pet." These last words were directed toward Vikki. "It's gonna be much more than a finger." Vikki thought of Katya's fingers the day before and licked her lips in a sensual remembrance. Katya just laughed. "I'm not worried though," she said, "you'll be able to take them. After all, you turned from an uptight schoolgirl to a proper slut in a matter of minutes. I bet you'll exhaust them all before you even break a sweat." An intercom above their heads suddenly crackled to life. "Girls," Guard-Dog's voice said, "now is the moment we've all been preparing for, the moment for which we've trained and practiced. Sitting in my classroom, you've heard many heroic accounts from your older schoolmates. Now it is your turn to show strength and heroism! Don't be afraid for a second! Remember the monumental importance of our task here, and you know you'll succeed. Let's show them what Moscow girls can do!" The intercom went silent for a second, then Guard-Dog's gruff voice was replaced with soft classical music. "I wonder if Guard-Dog ever got group-fucked?" Katya mused. "After all, in her days it wasn't mandatory. Plus, who'd want her shriveled old cunt?" "Who cares about Guard-Dog!" Came Lena's high-strung voice. Apparently, no amount of transfigurational cream was enough to erase her fears. "Let's worry about ourselves. Let's all take hands – and no interrupting this time, Katya - and remember yesterday's circle of strength. " They took each other's hands and Lena started another canned lecture, but Vikki didn't listen. She just thought of how wonderful it was to be there, safe and comfy inside the dome, holding hands with one of her best friends and with a former 'arch-enemy,' who was really a nice girl in her own way. Vikki turned to Anya. "Anya, I'm so glad that I'm here with you and that I'll get to hold your hand during my first time." "Likewise, Vik." "And Katya, you really are sweeter than you make yourself out to be." "Aw shucks, Vik. And your pussy tastes like peaches." Katya always knew how to ruin a moment, but Vikki let the remark pass by her liberated mind. Instead, she tried thinking of her boy – he must have been somewhere close, maybe even searching for her. She tried to reach outside herself and feel the link again– after all, it had been made palpably real by the previous night's exercise - but her thought transmissions seemed to fizzle immediately upon leaving her mind. It appeared that Azazello's synthetic liberation simply didn't encompass the necessary regions. This didn't worry Vikki, simply because nothing could worry her at the moment. Instead of dwelling on the failure, she chose to rub her neighbors' hands with hers, both reveling in the feeling and eagerly anticipating the feelings to come. A few minutes passed, and the unseen space outside their dome started to fill with the muted murmur of voices. "The boys must be here," Katya commented, "First one to let herself get fucked is a total slut." A bell rang somewhere in the distance, and Vikki felt a pair of hands touch her hips. She wondered if she was the first naked girl the fellow outside had ever seen, and the thought filled her with giddy excitement. "Oh God, he's touching me!" screamed Lena. "Mine's a gentleman," Said Anya. "Little twit already has a finger in my cunt!" Said Katya "Whoa, I think they're double teaming me," laughed Sveta. The boy over Vikki was caressing her, tenderly running his hands up and down her thighs. Vikki imagined him as a sweet young boy not unlike her boy, stubble only starting to sprout on his fresh face. Judging from his motions, he seemed innocent and inexperienced. He was just like Vikki actually, or rather Vikki before the change induced by Azazello's wondrous cream. Then the boy did something totally unexpected. He pressed his lips against Vikki's right thigh, right where her birthmark was. "My Gosh, he's kissing me," breathed Vikki. "Wow, you lucked out. Maybe he'll buy you dinner afterwards." The boy over Vikki kissed her a few more times on the tummy, which she thought was a sweet gesture. Then he pressed his penis against her entrance. "Get ready," Said Katya, "You're about to lose your innocence forever!" Vikki thought of her boy once more – he wouldn't be ecstatic with the current situation, but he'd understand. After all this wasn't her exactly choice, and besides, at some point he'd be committing the same infidelity, on the other side this or another dome. Vikki brushed these thoughts aside – there was no need for rationalizations. "I'm only giving myself physically now," she told the boy in her mind, "you can have me, truly and completely, if we ever get to meet and fall in love." Meanwhile, the boy's penis had slipped upward past Vikki's opening a several times, lightly furrowing into her folds. It felt great, but Vikki wished he'd get it right. After a couple such attempts, the boy realized he could use his hand to steady himself. He aligned the tip of his penis with Vikki's entrance and pushed inward. It felt amazing. The sensation could be compared to that of a finger, but magnified tenfold. As the boy gradually entered her, Vikki could feel the inner folds of her vagina stretch to accommodate him. The boy was pushing farther and farther, reaching deeper than she'd ever reached herself. The sensations his penis created were completely new – Vikki felt like a previously unknown space inside her was opening up and coming to life, activating sensory pathways whose existence she hadn't known about that until that very moment. These sensations came without any pain – Azazello's cream had erased its entire concept from her mental lexicon. Instead, Vikki felt a sensation of awakening and anticipation, as if a turbocharged motor inside her was revving up, preparing to propel her to great speed as soon as the light turned green. The boy pushed in as far as he could, then pulled out halfway to begin his second stroke. Vikki's light turned green. The entire length of her vaginal canal, from its entrance to its farthest depth, responded to the friction with a broadside of pleasure that crashed directly into Vikki's brain. Vikki let out an ear-piercing scream, digging her fingers into Anya's hand. Occupied with her own boy, Anya didn't seem to mind. The boy started stroking in an out, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed and confidence. Vikki urged him on with her hips, the words 'more, more' coming to her lips as if by themselves. Each of his strokes was its own little microcosm of pleasure and Vikki's sharpened senses remembered its every intimate detail, from the pressure of his pelvis against hers to the feeling of his penis-head rubbing deliciously against her insides. After a couple of minutes of even stroking, the boy's thrusts got more urgent. He started thrusting in even deeper than before. Then he made an extra push, moaned, and Vikki felt something hot splash deep inside her. The boy had cum. The boy spent a few more seconds resting inside her, letting Vikki savor the feeling of fullness his member created. Then, to Vikki's mild disappointment, he pulled out. But even though his physical presence was now missing, his warm imprint, the wonderful feeling of him against her and inside her remained. Vikki purred contently and turned toward Anya, who had finished before her and was now looking at her with avid interest. "Wow," Vikki told her, "That was much better than I imagined it would be." "Yeah," Anya answered, "Mine was pretty good, but you looked like you were on an entirely different plane of enjoyment." Vikki giggled, and Anya reached out to cup her breast. "I wish I could cuddle you like last time," she said. "Me too!" The calm was short-lived. Vikki suddenly felt something inanimate, a rubber hose probably, inserted inside her. A warm liquid rushed up into her, filling her to the brim. Then the flow reversed, and a gentle suction drew all the liquid out. A moment longer, and the hose was replaced with a rotating applicator, which spread an intense warmth as it moved. "Oh gosh, what are they doing?" Asked Vikki breathlessly. "I think it's more of the cream," Anya answered. "Hon, we're only just beginning," Said Katya, putting her hand on Vikki's other breast. "They're prepping you for another one." "Another one?" Vikki shrugged with a mixture of coyness and humble resignation. "Well okay, I guess I can take one more." The bell rang again. A different pair of hands touched her, these ones much rougher than the previous pair. This boy didn't play around – foregoing any foreplay, he unceremoniously stuffed his whole dick inside Vikki. The boy's thrusting was as rough as his hands, and his strokes didn't feel as good as those of her first boy. His dick was bigger however, and Vikki relished the additional stretching sensation it provided. As the boy rocked her, Vikki felt the portion of dome above her head shake. She guessed there must have been handles on the outside for the boys to hold on to, and that her present boy was threatening to rip them off in his excitement. "Slow down," she mentally urged him, "You have lots of time. Relax, let's feel good together." The boy didn't listen to her. He rode her hard and came quickly, dumping loads upon loads of hot inside her. "Not the best," Vikki commented afterward, with the tone of a newly minted expert. "Nothing compares to your first. Believe me – I know," Murmured Katya in her ear. Then she was cleaned and lubed again, and the bell rang a third time. Her third boy was small compared to the other two, but made up for it with his energetic strokes. He finished in his turn, and his love juices got cleaned up. Vikki was beginning to enjoy the cycle – a few wonderful minutes of pressure and friction, a frantic climax, and then the comforting liquid warmth that made her fresh and clean for the next boy. The third boy was followed by a fourth, whose dick was long and thin, and by a fifth one after that. The boys lasted only a couple of minutes each, but the effects of the cream made their efforts cumulative. As each new boy took her, the memories of the previous encounters were still fresh in Vikki's mind. The cream made it so that she didn't cool down between boys – each new boy seemed to pick up where the last one left off, and her level of pleasure rose steadily. Midway through her sixth boy, Vikki was able to come. Her spasming pussy clenched at the boy's dick, causing him to come immediately. The sensation of the simultaneous orgasm was mind-bendingly pleasurable. "Oh God," She moaned to Anya, "It's like the sex in my mind just doesn't stop!" "I know!" Replied Anya in between quick, excited breaths. Even Katya felt it, driven speechless by her own ever-growing chain of passionate couplings. From the sixth boy on, Vikki came every time. She felt like all her boys who'd been inside her had remained with her, each contributing his own brand of pleasure, each adding to an increasingly rich and complex symphony. From the moaning and screaming around her, Vikki could tell her companions felt the same way. Vikki's pleasure built and built. Soon she couldn't distinguish her own ecstatic screams from those of her neighbors, as they had merged into one continuous, roaring outburst of sexuality. After a time, Vikki couldn't even distinguish between consciousnesses – it seemed to her that she was at the same time Katya, Anya, and Vikki, writhing in ecstasy, simultaneously coupled to three moaning boys. Then she assimilated Lena and Masha and became the entire circle, the five feverish minds inside coupled to five bottomless wells of pleasure on the outside, all of her synchronized to the high and low tides of the bell, all of her pulsating with the same heartbeat. Her senses became oversaturated, her meta-consciousness scintillating at the peak of sexual pleasure, her pussy spasming in orgasm upon orgasm almost on reflex. This continued for an eternity – an hour, perhaps two, and maybe two dozen boys. When the final bell rang and the final boy withdrew, Vikki breathed a sigh of relief - the endless orgasm had been rather taxing on her body's finite resources. Her heart, which had been racing at a mad gallop for close to an hour, finally began to slow down to a normal pace. Vikki took a deep breath and closed her eyes to calm herself down. As soon as her eyelids touched, the seat fell out from under her and she plunged into total oblivion. Her companions followed suit. *** After an indeterminate amount of time the dome lifted, and they belonged to the real world again. Vikki's had regained consciousness a minute before, but her thoughts were fuzzy. Her head seemed like it was spinning around in a dizzying circle. She tried recall what had happened inside the dome, but found that her memories, so indelibly fresh just a cosmic moment ago, were now an incomprehensible jumble of jarring sound and bright light. In any case, thinking was painful and Vikki decided to delay it until she found something to clear her head. Vikki tried to get up, but her first try was thwarted by what felt exactly like a massive hangover. It would have been easier to stay completely still, but Vikki felt like she'd wilt away if she lay there any longer. She tried again and again until, with a heroic effort, she managed to heave herself out of her seat. The transition induced intense vertigo, making Vikki hold onto the chair for dear life. Thankfully, as the vertigo subsided, the sensation of drunkenness seemed to slowly drain away with it. The first thing Vikki noticed when she was able to open her eyes again was that her panties were back on. It was just as well, since in her state she wouldn't have been able to put them on herself. The second thing she noticed was Guard-Dog, who was standing close to her with a concerned look on her face and an enamel cup in her hand. "Here now," she said, lifting the cup to Vikki's lips, "Drink this." Vikki obediently drank the cup's contents. The mixture inside smelled of lavender and tasted like liquid ice. Its most immediate effect was to make Vikky shiver all over. "Don't worry dear," said Guard-Dog, refilling the cup from her flower-patterned thermos, "You're just feeling a little side-effect of the cream. It will pass very quickly. That is, unless you went overboard with it." Vikki's neighbors were gradually emerging from their recliners. It seemed that they were all suffering from the little side-effect, some falling down and needing help to get back up. Each was treated to a cup of the icy lavender drink. "Now girls, you just hang on. This elixir's my granny's special recipe, been in the family for generations. Used to get my Tolya, God rest his soul, on his feet after a week of drinking, and it'll clear your little heads in no time at all. When everyone was on their feet, the group shuffled over to their assigned locker-room.. Guard-Dog kept assuring them that they would feel no long-term after-effects, a little headache at most. Then she left them to their own devices for a while, urging everyone to take a warm shower, as the cream irritated the skin when left on for too long. "Some cream, eh?" Katya commented to Vikki while she was dressing. "Gets you high and horny, then makes you forget everything afterward. Well, whatever. Everyone lives through it, and we will too. Though I would have preferred it if they got us drunk instead." Vikki shrugged. Her head was still muddled, and besides, at the moment she felt somewhat indifferent to the experience. She remembered the synthetic high as exhilarating, but felt somewhat betrayed by the aftereffects. Her memory lapse was such that when she recalled any part of experience, all she felt was a muted succession of chords. One chord evoked pleasure, another fear, still another exhilaration. These chords left Vikki with the feeling that a memory should have been there, but no trace of the actual memory remained. "No matter," she thought, "Let me just get to the train and get some sleep, then I'll just make up something to tell the underclassmen." When everyone had showered, enrobed, and more or less come to, Guard-Dog marched back in and called them over into a huddle. "Girls," She said, "I couldn't be more proud of you. All of you handled yourself flawlessly during the session. You've made your country proud, you've made me proud, and you'll certainly make your parents proud when they hear of your success. In fact, I'll be sure to write a personal congratulatory note to all of them and mail them right away. I'm also generally satisfied with your behavior on-base," She continued. "Almost all of you handled yourselves admirably, being good girls and causing no mischief. However, 'almost all' is not 'all'. Which brings me to my next point – Vika, I'll need to have a word with you." Vikki, instantly sobered up, and remembering both her indiscretions and the covert observation she had been subjected to. "Oh no," she thought, "it's all caught up to me." She approached Guard-Dog, hoping against hope that Guard-Dog wouldn't know the full extent of her crimes and she'd get off with something mild, like a grounding for the rest of the trip. "Vika," Said Guard-Dog, "I'm not sure what you did, but it must have been pretty bad if they couldn't tell even me. I HOPE you didn't embarrass our school, Ms. Zaitseva, and you better hope so too, for your sake. Now, the base's Assistant Commandant wants to have a word with you. Private Medvedev is standing outside the door and will escort you to his office." Private Anatoliy Medvedev, a civil-looking twenty-something with Lieutenant's stripes on his shoulders, was patiently waiting at the door. "Are you sure you can't tell me the nature of her offense?" Asked Guard-Dog, as she handed Vikki off to him. "No ma'am, I'm not at liberty," Medvedev replied. "Well whatever she did, if it's not too serious I mean, I'd like to have her back in thirty minutes. You see, our train is due to leave. I can punish her myself if it pleases the Assistant Commandant." "Ma'am you'll have her back in twenty, and punishment won't be necessary." Under Medvedev's escort, Vikki walked out the side door and started across the base. Her mind raced, running down the list of possible offenses. Why would she be called in to see someone as important as the Assistant Commandant? Surely it wasn't the bathroom incident. Maybe someone in the group had reported her for inciting lewdness. But that wasn't fair: Katya was by far the more culpable offender. Maybe someone had slipped anti-Soviet propaganda into her suitcase and they thought it was hers. How could she prove them wrong? What would Mom and Dad think of their daughter getting arrested? Vikki felt like she was on the verge of tears.