Marush A "Nastenka"

Nastenka
Marush A

Sexual coercion, true love even it looks strange, very unfamiliar relationship between one woman and two men. Each character in the story will change your mind probably to the opposite one and only one woman Nastya will stay as she was – honest and forgiving person, even it is impossible to imagine what she had to been through.Story has lots of frank scenes and also psychological reasoning.

Marush A

Nastenka

All events and characters in this book are fictional and any coincidences with real people and events are coincidental.

What are you paying with in your life?

If only in money – then believe me, life has given you a big discount.

Three in the house

The three were running across the field. They were lucky, a shell hit the tank, but not directly, they managed to get out. There was no one around, they managed to break forward, but unfortunately, they were hit and had to leave on foot. Something was exploding all around and it was unclear how far away their own were. Judging by the last they heard on the radio, far enough already, and they were retreating. The three hoped it was temporary. Getting back on their own two seemed impossible, or nearly impossible. They saw a wooded area, and rushed there.

"Guys, are you really alive?" shouted Oleg joyfully. Everyone tried to feel and examine themselves. "Shit, we're still in one piece," Kirill confirmed.

It was really very unreal. To break through in front of the whole column, to be under targeted fire and to get out of the already burning tank in one piece!

"Well, we gave them a good thrashing," Ivan added, hinting that he had actually already used up all the reserve in the tank, and not to no avail.

After the woods they came to a small settlement, where there were mostly private houses, where almost no one lived anymore. Kirill went to the house on the edge of the forest, which stood a little aside. He knocked. To their surprise, the door was opened. On the threshold stood a frightened young …

"Snow White!" exclaimed Kirill, the most active of the two, picking her up in his arms and carrying her into the house. It was very risky and perhaps even quite rash, but Kirill could not restrain his impulse. As luck would have it, there was no one in the house. The owner's name was Nastya, Nastenka. A lovely young woman of 27. Nothing supernatural, but all very well – both figure and face. A pleasant woman's figure – nothing superfluous and everything is there. Big green eyes and nice lips. No one considered Nastya a beauty, but she was definitely pleasant to many people. Oleg and Ivan quickly went in and closed the door. It was necessary to take shelter somewhere at least for a while, this settlement was not yet under our influence, but they hoped it would be soon. And now they were firing from both sides, and it was quite possible to come under fire from their side. The hope was that the settlement would not be affected, though the hope was also not very sure. Anything could happen. However, it was at least something. They didn't know how long this situation between two fires would last. But they hoped they could survive.

How did Nastya end up here alone? Of course they asked her. It turned out that her dad had died when she was 18. Her mom and her new husband had left long ago for Kiev, and she had been living alone for a while and was going to move, but she kept procrastinating and got into a situation where she couldn't get out anymore and was sitting, waiting for some result to come out either here or there.

Kirill immediately had his eye on her. They asked her not to go anywhere, because it was dangerous. Of course, that was understandable. A shell could fall anywhere, although it could have fallen on the house too. It was good that there was a cellar in the house, and if the shelling intensified and approached, one could at least hide in the cellar. They immediately examined the cellar and offered Nastenka to put mattresses and blankets there. Food, water and a burner for cooking in case the situation dragged on.

Nastya couldn't help but like them, especially since all feelings and emotions are heightened in a war situation. Of course, she was frightened, not knowing what to expect, but they tried to calm her down and promised to help her evacuate as soon as ours took this point.

"And if they don't take it?" – Nastya objected.

"And we just won't think about it," said Oleg. He was a little older than Kirill, though still not so zealous and active.

It turned out that both water and gas and electricity were still available, so it made sense to take advantage of that and everyone took turns going to wash up.

Kirill had a plan to seduce Nastya almost immediately. Or rather it was not exactly a plan, it was a very active intention. Did he think about the fact that she had always dreamed of him, so handsome? He didn't think anything special – he just wanted everything to go smoothly and hoped it would. He also realized that to take advantage of the situation alone would be unfair to his comrades.

When he came out of the bath, he saw her delicately green handkerchief in the hallway and the thought occurred to him to blindfold her so that she wouldn't be so scared – because she was obviously scared.

Nastya decided to cook something and was standing in the kitchen when a half-naked Kirill came up behind her and hugged her. She froze. She didn't know what she should do. Had she been expecting this? Well, you know, when a single woman is dropped in on by three men without asking … I guess it makes sense to think about that kind of thing. She just hoped it wouldn't happen. She was scared, because she was alone with three men and there was no way anyone could interfere.

"Don't …" – Nastya said uncertainly.

"I must, I must, don't be afraid," Kirill replied, covering her shoulders and arms with kisses and beginning to undress her. She tried to pull free and he, standing behind her, squeezed her so hard with both hands that he even strangled her a little. He didn't mean any of this, but I guess he still wanted her not to resist. She fearfully grabbed with her hands his arm that was blocking her neck and froze.

"Wait, there's something I wanted to do, don't be scared, it's not scary at all, I promise you it'll be fine" he complied with his idea of blindfolding her. She felt even more scared.

Ivan looked into the kitchen, thinking, decided not to interfere. Oleg was in the bathtub.

"No, don't …" – Nastya said, but she was afraid to resist.

Kirill thought that maybe she was just embarrassed that it was so quick, but was there really time for courtship?

She tried to shove him away, but Kirill was very persistent and quickly undressed her and possessed her right on the table. It was really fast, considering the 5 months of abstinence. When Oleg walked in, it was already over. Kirill waved his head suggesting Oleg not to miss the situation. This scene had turned Oleg on so much that he couldn't think anymore. The blindfolded Nastia was even sexier.

"Please, no …" – Nastya tried to get off the table, realizing that something else or someone else was about to follow, but Kirill held her back until Oleg approached. Oleg barely realized what he was doing, the urge was too strong. Kirill realized that Nastya was uncomfortable and brought a blanket over.

Nastya began to cry. Kirill kissed her and soothed her – "Come on, Snow White, it's all right, it won't take long" – considering the situation with long abstinence, it was true.

Ivan, seeing that she was crying, hesitated, but then decided that there might never be another chance, and maybe even tomorrow there would be no one of them and none of this would matter. But what was happening now was extremely important – it was impossible to refuse. Moreover, Kirill was ready to "help" in this matter, calming and holding Nastenka. She asked to stop, she tried to get free, but Kirill and Oleg held her from both sides and kissed her at the same time, then in her ear, then in her neck, then in her shoulder. And saying something.

When everything was over with Ivan, Oleg wrapped Nastenka in a blanket and put her on his lap, it was so nice to feel a woman's body, to breathe her smell, to press her against him.

At such moments, one even forgets that at any moment a shell could blow the whole house apart. But, for now, it was quiet, and it was possible to relax at least for a while. Kirill was smoking a vape. How did he manage to bring it with him? I don't know, he just carried it around with him all the time.

Nastya tried to free herself from Oleg's embrace, but he wouldn't let her go. She was rightly afraid that all this might continue, and her fears were well-founded. Soon enough Kirill thought that it would be very good to continue the pleasure that had ended so quickly due to long abstinence, so he got up, took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where she had a large double bed, on which, of course, it was much more comfortable.

"Well, please, no!" – the young woman tried to pull free, but he held her firmly and quickly carried her into the bedroom.

Ivan decided that this time he should skip it and have lunch, as he was unrealistically hungry. To be honest, he didn't even understand how he could trade lunch for sex. Ivan was from the countryside and knew how to run a good household. His hands were in place, and he was a good cook. That's what he did, as long as he had groceries. Bye.

Oleg thought that he should join Kirill and Nastya. Kirill put the naked Nastya on the bed, sat on top of her, and pressed himself against her with his already very aroused dignity. Nastya tried to get free, but Kirill covered her mouth and nose with one hand and reached for the pillow with the other … "Sunny, please don't, we're having such a good time," he tried to convince Nastya. "Nod to me, please, if you agree" he suggested. The hint of a pillow was successful – Nastya didn't want to find out at all if he was going to use it or not. She froze, nodded and stopped resisting. Would Kirill have carried out his threat? No, not under any circumstances, no. It was just that he knew these "things" worked. I think someone had told him, but he had never done it himself before. And why would he? When the answer for him had always been yes. In fact, it was the first time he'd ever had to "persuade" in this way. But he was, unexpectedly for himself, very much turned on by it. When Oleg came in, he lifted Nastya into a sitting position and Oleg joined her from behind, also pressing himself against her.

"Sunshine, you can make us feel good with two hands," Kirill suggested, "It's easier than …" – he ran his finger over her lips. Nastya, of course, decided it was easier. Then he sat her on top of Oleg and held her down, helping her move to the beat. Then he also sat her on top of him, and Oleg held her down and lifted her up a little, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts at the same time.

Kirill tried to say something more to calm Nastya down, he was quite an experienced womanizer, but this was, of course, a completely different situation. He had already had a similar situation, but it was completely "consensual", stoned, and after some party. And she was a hottie. It was just like a picture. I couldn't believe she agreed to it. That she could agree to anything at all, and even more so! And since then Kirill knew that from women you can expect a lot of surprises. And this girl – the picture eventually decided to stay with that third, because he was richer, well, and a little older – but it was not so important. Money, so to speak, decides everything. Or almost everything …

Right now, money couldn't solve anything. Because every minute could be the last and money could not help at all.

In this situation, all feelings, sensations and emotions were at the limit. At some point Oleg realized that no one had taken care of Nastya and decided to fill this gap. He showed Kirill that he intended to nestle between her lovely legs. Kirill thought that it was really very fair and held Nastya so that she did not resist – "Wait, wait, now it will be very good, I promise you.

Nastya did not care about this "good", but, even unexpectedly, she did cum.

You are probably thinking now – oh yes, it's all clear, she wanted it herself, and resisted purely for "decency". But no, she didn't. She didn't want anything. She was afraid. At first it was just fear, but the body also has its own unexpected reactions. And it was hard not to react to young, fit, muscular bodies. Especially since it was all extremely insistent, but still without cruelty or excessive roughness.

Nastya was an ordinary young woman, not a nun, but she did not suffer from debauchery. Sure, she had experience with men. Nothing special. By and large, she could be called a free woman, although of course there was one who came on visits. But, unfortunately, nothing serious.

Kirill was probably the most attractive of the three of them. A little taller, lush, with a little red hair and a chiseled figure, he could work as a photo model. Oleg was a little shorter, with blond hair, yet also well-built. Ivan was a little more stocky, though of medium height, not small, with the usual dark blond hair color.

Kirill had always been a favorite of the girls, he knew what to say, how to make a move, how to divorce. And somehow he didn't linger with anyone. But that girl, the picture girl, fell for him. But I guess the hat didn't fit him. Brunette, legs, as they say, from the ears. She didn't look like Nastya at all. That was probably a good thing. Otherwise there might have been a desire to "get even".

Ivan had prepared something quite edible. Nastya didn't want to eat after all this, but they persuaded her to eat a little. Oleg admired the way she absent-mindedly put something in her pretty mouth.

After a late lunch Oleg washed the dishes and put everything away together with Kirill. They wanted to smooth things over somehow, to show that they were actually not so bad and scary.

Strangely enough, everything worked so far: the Internet, electricity, and cell phone service. Well, Nastya's was working. But their sim cards didn't catch the network. I had to go to the usual telegram channels from her phone to somehow understand where we were at the moment, and whether it made sense to wait. It turned out that they were in a zone where neither of them were. However, there was an almost constant exchange of "pleasantries". So, they decided to wait.

The three decided that they should take turns sleeping. There were two reasons. One was to notice the shelling in time to call everyone to the cellar, and the other … – well, you may have guessed it, they didn't want Nastya to run away and tell anyone about it.

She had nowhere to run to. Of course, she could try to run to some neighboring house, but why? She didn't know if anyone was there or if they had already left. And what was next? Nevertheless, these are three armed men and she would not want to create a conflict between any of her neighbors and three armed men … As you can imagine, the outcome in this case was more predictable than unpredictable.

The night passed quietly for Nastya, she hoped that perhaps this was the end of it after all.

The next day it became clear that the situation could be prolonged and it was necessary to stock up on groceries. Oleg set out to go to the store. Of course, it turned out that the store was closed. Where was the owner did not want to think, and there was no time to find out. Not that he could not pay, but obviously there was no one and perhaps no one at all. Oleg broke the glass to enter the local small store. Waited – maybe the alarm would go off and someone would come. Honestly waited about 15 minutes. Then he took what he needed. And what he could carry. The refrigerators were still working, so you could even get frozen food. No one ever showed up. Maybe there was no one left. I took all the supplies to Nastya and then went door to door to tell people to stock up as well. It turned out that one grandmother stayed in one house and one grandfather in the other. He took what he could and brought it to them, so that they would not go unnecessarily. There was almost no one left in the houses, most of them had left. He asked if they needed medicine. Turns out they do. he went to the drugstore. At the same time, he took bandages and other necessary dressing materials – who knows, everything might come in handy. Took what the old people needed. It was quiet as he went.

When Oleg returned, he realized that something was going on in the bedroom. He heard Nastya crying or shrieking. He came in and saw that Kirill had mastered her from behind, exactly as you thought, so she was in pain and she was bumping into the pillow and crying. As you can imagine, no one asked her this time either. Kirill walked and walked and walked, even mopped the floor, waiting for Oleg. Nastya tried to go somewhere else, not to be available, so to speak. Kirill several times clamped her somewhere near the wall, she slipped out, he thought to wait for Oleg some more, but he was delayed. Eventually he improved the moment and caught her, quickly piling her on the bed and getting on top of her, since this fantasy had been bugging him since yesterday.

"Kiryukha, what are you doing …" – Oleg wanted to stop him, but Kirill waved his hand – "Olez, wait, I'll be right back" – and actually in a minute he fell on Nastya, completely satisfied and de-energized. Immediately he retreated to the shower. Nastenka pulled up her legs, hugged her knees with her arms and sat wiping her tears. Oleg was upset and started kissing her hands, her legs, her knees.

"Forgive us, animals like that" – of course I wish he could make excuses, but what can you do?

Kyril got out of the shower – got on his knees – "Sunshine, I'm sorry, I'm such an asshole" – crawled up to her on his knees – "You want to hit me".

He was basically ready to get slapped, but Nastya decided to refrain, just in case.

Oleg continued kissing her legs, her feet, her toes, painted so neatly and so excitingly red … And now his head was between her legs again, and again it ended in orgasm.

But it was absolutely impossible for Oleg to stop. He was already in the same place as Kirill, only this time Nastya was almost painless.

Vanya was cooking something in the kitchen again. Of course he heard and understood what was going on there, but somehow he decided to eat first and then think about whether it was worth it or not. He called them to the table. Potatoes, mushrooms, and chicken. Just the usual stuff. But, considering that all this was already prepared, it was very pleasant. Kirill and Oleg actively praised Vanya, realizing that the well-being of their stomachs at the moment depended on him.

Kirill whispered in Nastya's ear – "Sunny, please don't refuse Vanya if he asks, okay?" – Nastya said something very quietly that sounded like "okay". And somehow she squirmed again.

"It's all right, really," Oleg tried to smooth things over.

After dinner, Vanya called his almost friends into the other room to talk. They left the door open to keep Nastya in sight at all times.

"Guys, what have we done?" – Ivan began – "What if she …"

"And let's not think about that 'if'" – Kirill interrupted him.

"We may not be here when that 'if' might happen," Oleg remarked encouragingly.

"Well, you realize this is a tribunal?" – Vanya continued.

"Vanya" – Kirill put his hand on his shoulder – "There will be no 'ifs', everything will be fine, especially we will help Nastenka with the money and with the evacuation" – Kirill said loud enough for Nastya to hear for sure.

Nastya was actually very scared. Even scarier than when all this was happening. She thought they wanted to kill her.

No man, no problem, so to speak.

She listened with bated breath to what they were talking about. In fact, she could hear almost everything.

For some reason, she didn't assure them that she wouldn't tell anyone anything. It would have been a stretch anyway. But she was relieved when she realized they were trying to pay her off. And why not, really? She had almost no money, not much, and if she was going somewhere, she needed money to get a place to live for a while.

Nastya, as you understand, was not a spender, so she didn't care how much – no matter how much.

Since the internet was still working, they could keep in touch with one of their fellow soldiers. He generally wrote that they should stay put for the time being, because if they went in their own direction, they could come under fire from their own side. He did not report to his superiors that he knew where they were. Just in case. Anyway, they had nowhere to go.

Nastya had such a crazy dream – to ride a convertible on an autumnal St. Petersburg. Can a girl from the provinces dream?

And then there was a bang somewhere very close by. There was no point in shelling their settlement, there were neither of them here at the moment, but still something could fly in. So they went to the cellar, they had already settled there. They took the computer, which should have lasted for three or four hours. Nastya had some more rechargers, which they kept fully charged. She had a light by the way, a weak one, but it didn't matter. They took blankets and pillows just in case. Mattresses were already there. Well and food and a burner for cooking something small, including coffee. To heat water for tea. Oddly enough, the internet was still working. We watched some movie, but it was hard to find something that everyone liked. Then Kirill started looking for something interesting …And started to open porn ....

"Well, here we go again," Nastya thought with fear, realizing that she had nowhere to go.

And it really started, he began to open videos of a group nature. Of course, it couldn't help but excite everyone.

"Let's do it together," Kirill suggested. He had never had a foursome before, but he wanted to try it that way. Apparently, he wanted to get the most out of this situation.