Black market

Disclaimer : this render (or rather the text accompanying it) has nothing to do with the war in Ukraine, despite the Russian names and the references to a war zone. I made the image and wrote the text before the war started.

Sergent Ishchenko thought that there always was a bright side to everything. Even to being sent to a war zone.

"What's your name, girl?". The young woman was naked, curled up on the rough floor of the basement, her hands cuffed in her back.

"Oksana, Sir."

"So, Oksana, tell me : why is there so much food here? Are you keeping it for the rebels?"

"No, Sir, no, it's...it's black market, just black market, Sir, I swear."

"You must be making a ton of money, while we're getting holes punched in our hides. That's a nice life you have, Oksana.", he remarked in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry, Sir", she answered, trembling. "There's...a metal box behind the barrels. That's where the money is. Please take it and leave me alone. Please."

Leaving the girl curled up on the floor, but keeping an eye on her, Ishkenko looked behind the barrels, and under some planks, he indeed found a metal box. He opened it. It was filled with banknotes. "At least two years of my pay", he thought. There were also some gold coins. He took the coins and half of the bills and tucked them away in his pant's front pocket. He returned to the girl.

"Still, Oksana, I should bring you back to the camp. I'm not sure that my captain will buy your black market story. He'll probably hand you over to lieutenant Ivanchenko for interrogation. And you should see what Ivanchenko does to people suspected of helping the rebels. They killed his little brother, you see."

The girl recoiled, made herself even smaller. She probably had already heard rumors about what was going on in the camp.

"I don't know any rebel, Sir, I swear" the girl said in a terrified voice. "You must believe me. It's black market. Black market."

Of course, it was black market. There wouldn't be so much money, otherwise. Fucking pigs, profiteering from the war. He grabbed the girl by the hair, pulled her head up at the height of his crotch. He slapped her. Hard. The girl began to cry. He held her firmly.

"I believe you, Oksana, I believe you", he said in a gentler voice. "I won't arrest you". "But what about showing me some gratitude in exchange?", he added while unzipping his flier. He pulled out his already hard cock.

The girl didn't answer, but she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck it. As she was doing that, she kept looking up to him with a fearful glance, probably afraid that he would hit her, or maybe wondering if she was pleasuring him well enough to avoid being brought to the military encampment.

She was doing it very well indeed. And she was really beautiful. He would come back when he could to fuck her. And to ask for his share of the black market proceeds. He had left enough money to keep it going. One third of the profits seemed quite reasonable for his protection and silence. He pushed on the back of the girl's head to make her take him deeper and smiled.

Sergent Ishchenko always found a bright side to everything. Even to being sent to a warzone.