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Sex Diary Of A Captive Countess
(Alexander Marquis)

October 17. Major Popov, commandant of the Gulag, came to visit me today. He is a slender man with prominent teeth and a ratty little mustache. His black eyes are cold and unfeeling. He looks like a big evil ferret.



Major Popov had a clipboard in his hand. He read off my name.



"Countess Caroline Orlovska?" 



"Yes, Sir," I answered meekly. I was sure that I had to act in a very submissive manner to avoid being beaten by this ferret-like degenerate.



Major Popov walked around me, as if he were inspecting a side of beef. His uniform was dark brown, and he had a great many shining medals on his chest. His trousers were tucked into great high gleaming boots, and he carried in his hand an ivory swagger stick.



"You're a well-conformed bitch, Countess," he muttered, poking at my nipples with the point of his swagger stick.



"Yes, Sir," I replied, standing stiffly at attention.



"Quite a comedown for a Countess, isn't it? Being a prisoner in a Siberian Gulag."



"Yes, Sir."



Major Popov walked around behind me and gave my haunches a sharp rap with his swagger stick. Then he came around in front of me and poked the point of his vile swagger stick into my pussy. I was terrified that he might ram it all the way up me, but he merely explored a bit, then withdrew the stick and poked it into my mouth.



"You've got a nice tight little cunt, Countess," he said with a sneer, his black eyes cold and expressionless. "Do you like the way your pussy tastes?"



"Yes, Sir," I muttered, fighting back helpless tears of rage and humiliation.



"Ah, yes," the ferret-like officer said, rapping on his gleaming black boot with his swagger stick. "There's no satisfaction quite like that of bringing a pampered countess to her knees and making her grovel like a servile, whimpering puppy!"