The Revenge of a Mother  Part 1 
by behappy9999@yahoo.com



This story is set in Europe in the mid-1980s!

Olga Petrovna (52 years old) took the news of her son Boris's death seemingly
calmly. Outwardly, she did not let the enormous pain of her innermost part of
the world be torn apart. The bearer of this terrible news was her former
superior at the KGB, Colonel Yuriy Sepanov (63 years old).�

Until three years ago, Olga Petrovna had served as an assassin and angel of
death in Colonel Sepanov's department. She had become a legend in the
department. Her success rate was unique and there weren't even a few men or
women who could even reach the format of her.

Three years ago, Olga's husband Alexander died after a long illness. Like
Olga, he was employed by the KGB - but in internal audit. Something broke up
inside Olga - for years the two had not been able to have a normal marriage
due to Olga's work. Several weeks of absences of the "angel of death" as well
as sometimes very short-term departures to the places of order of their orders
were the order. This had not detracted from her great love and mutual
affection throughout her life.

Her children Natascha and Boris were children of love and all the pride of
their parents. Natascha had studied medicine and worked as a specialist at a
Moscow hospital.

Boris had also started a career at the KGB, to the chagrin of his parents.
After successfully completing his training, he earned his spurs in foreign
reconnaissance. Even as a child he proved to be so gifted as a foreign
language (this was probably due to the genes of his mother Olga - who was also
gifted in language) that he already attended a special school after primary
school with a focus on foreign languages and there with outstanding
achievements. stood out. It was only logical to use it after training abroad.
Due to his training, he was able to speak German and English without accents -
so that Europe initially became his mission goal.

And now he had died. No, that was not right! He had been killed!!

Colonel Sepanov promised Olga Petrovna to inform her intensively and in detail
about everything. But not now - now Olga had to take care of other things. To
tell her daughter Natascha that her brother had died, Olga fell the hardest.
Even if the siblings had not had such close contact since the end of school
and the completely separate paths in the career choice - it was their own
flesh and blood.

The next two weeks Olga felt like she was in a dream. Everything seemed so
unreal - but it was the brutal everyday life. It is always bad for parents
when a child of their own dies in front of oneself. Whether by illness or
accident. But knowing that one's own child has been murdered can destroy the
parents. Not so Olga Petrovna. After her son Boris was transferred to her
homeland and buried, Olga sought out a conversation with her former superior.

Colonel Yuriy Sepanov appeared at Olga's funeral on the third day after
Boris's funeral. It was a small but cozy and modern furnished dacha outside of
Moscow. The colonel had to swallow when Olga opened the door of the dacha. She
was wearing black - she was in mourning after all. But he knew only well
enough this black clothes - it was her "death angel suit".

Olga Petrovna was completely dressed in black latex from head to toe. The
tight-fitting latex trousers and a latex blouse, which was also tight lyrical,
accentuated every inch of her shapely body around which many young women
envied and almost every man coveted. Olga didn't have a model figure that many
women aspired to - she had the right abundance of matching body parts and her
breasts were like honeymelons despite her age - big and firm. A black latex
coat hung on the hallway wardrobe. Without being able to influence, the
colonel noticed how his penis stiffened in his pants within seconds.

Always - he had coveted it for decades. But in his position he had to maintain
his attitude. But when he became intimate with a woman - he was not married -
he always imagined that with it would be Olga. His changing sexual partners
confirmed unasked that he had the power of a young man and the ingenuity and
experience of an older man. As already mentioned - he always thought of Olga
Petrovna during sexual intercourse. Even if he hadn't fucked her. It might
have cost him his life - because Olga had not only been an extremely skilful
assassin in her active time at the KGB - no, she was also a death angel. The
most dangerous kind of woman imaginable!

Olga, of course, had not escaped the fact that the colonel had received an
erection. After all, she put on the outfit for that very reason. Both went
into the living room, Olga sat down on the couch, the colonel put the bag he
had brought with him next to the armchair he sat in. On the table was a carafe
with an exquisite Scottish whiskey - the brand preferred by Colonel Sepanov.

"My dear Colonel Sepanov" the colonel waved with his right hand "Dear Olga
Petrovna - I have not been her superior for three years - which I still very
much regret. They are no longer under my care. Please just call me Jurij," he
said. "Very happy - but only if they just call me Olga" was their answer. Both
laughed almost simultaneously. Olga bent over to the glass carafe with the
whiskey and gave two glasses - one of which she handed over to the colonel,
with the other glass in her right hand she sat down on the couch again. She
lifted the glass, nodded her head and drank the glass. The colonel, for his
part, followed suit. Both put the glasses back on the table.

"What they will learn from me now they will never officially know. They are
not allowed to tell any human soul that they have this information and
especially not that I am their source. In order to get this information, I
have had to demand a lot of favors. But for her dear Olga I liked to do that.
After all, they have always been a reliable employee - I would even say friend
- for me over the many years of service they have spent together.

And then Colonel Olga told for almost an hour what order Boris had been in
West Germany. Olga did not even interrupt the colonel. In the meantime, she
gave herself and the colonel whiskey twice and became more and more calm from
minute to minute - while it was bubbling more and more inside her.

Boris had been sent to Germany to make contact with a shadow. Shadow contact
at the KGB was described as a person who provided extremely important
information, but whose identity only fewer than five people knew at the KGB.
Unfortunately, these five people had died in a very short time from "illness"
or "accidents". Of course, no one believed that this coincidence would have
been. While internal investigations were underway under high pressure, contact
with shadow contact in West Berlin was cut off. Based on the little
information available, Boris should now try to make contact with the shadow
seam in West Berlin. He had also entered West Berlin without any problems -
disguised as an English tourist and had begun his investigation on the spot.
Every day, he called a telephone number in London from public telephones and
called a multi-digit series of numbers that was then automatically forwarded
to Moscow. A sign of life - combined with the hint where the clues that were
revealed were ready to be collected. After four days, the call was not made.
No news from Boris in the next few days.

After eight days, his body was found in East Berlin in an old house that was
planned for demolition. The corpse had traces of torture. By a multi-digit
number tattooed under his right armpit, the STASI, which had taken over the
investigation, recognized that it had to be a Soviet citizen and informed the
KGB residence in East Berlin. From then on, there was no way to identify the
body. The investigation of the KGB, supported by the Stasi, revealed that
Boris had left the hotel where he lived in West Berlin on the day of his
disappearance in the morning. With a taxi, which the reception of the hotel
had ordered for him, he wanted to visit the shadow contact. After this
information was available, the KGB and the Stasi had kidnapped the employee of
the hotel reception - who had ordered the taxi - in a night and fog action to
East Berlin and subjected him to a more severe interrogation there. After a
short time, they found out that the hotel employee had received 1,000,-- DM
from a stranger to him so that he called a certain telephone number if
necessary. The taxi Boris had picked up was not a regular taxi! During the
interrogation, the telephone number was still to be found out. The
interrogation specialists did not receive any further information - the hotel
employee suffered a heart attack during the interrogation and could not be
saved despite a Stasi doctor present. His body was destroyed in the usual way
- an acid bath almost completely dissolved the dead body - and the remaining
remains were burned. It was as if this man had never existed.

Despite intensive investigations, it was not possible to locate the taxi
driver or the taxi. What investigators couldn't know - after Boris was stunned
in the taxi and taken to a house near the Berlin Wall - the kidnappers
disposed of the car in a scrap press.

"So, that would be the current state of affairs. I don't know much but the
investigation is ongoing. You know for yourself dear Olga - if it concerns a
kgbrian, we will not rest until the murderer is caught and his just punishment
is given," Colonel Yuriy Sepanov concluded his speech. "I thank them for their
open words - even if they were very painful for me. I promise them my honor -
if the death of my son Boris has been avenged, I will personally thank them in
a way that they have longed for years," said Olga Petrovna, with her right
hand over her shoulder-length black hair e "I have never been hidden what they
have felt for me over the years. I credit them for accepting my marriage to
Alexander and for behaving reverently and deservedly even after his death."
Jurij got very hot and he felt that his already egreged penis pushed strongly
against the trouser fabric.� Olga had not escaped how aroused the colonel was.
Sweat beads on his forehead were a clear sign - a sign she had often noticed
in her male victims at times as an angel of death. She knocked with her right
hand on the seat on the couch "please sit down with me here on the couch my
dear Jurij, I see how much she upsets my statement". The colonel got up,
walked around the table, and sat next to Olga.

She put her hand on his arousal and pulled his head to her head with her left
hand. Her lips met and Olga gave Yurian a passionate kiss while her right hand
felt how much the colonel's penis pulsated. Then she withdrew her right hand
and removed her lips from the colonel's mouth. Yuriy Sepanov groaned dismayed.
"That was just a tiny foretaste of what to expect when we finished it," Olga
Yuriy smiled. Jurij felt that he would suffer a heart attack right away, so
much so that he was aroused. Years of longing seemed to be within reach. He
quipped, "I think it should have been for today, I keep her up to date - and
thank you, they made an old man very happy."

"You're just as old as you feel - and I just got the impression that they feel
very young," Olga said as she stood up. Yuriy also got up, grabbed her right
hand and breathed a kiss on her back of her hand. Both went to the front door.
The colonel went to his car, turned around before boarding and waved to Olga
before he boarded the car, turned on the engine and made his way back to
Moscow. He knew he was going to have hard and extensive sex with his neighbor
tonight. After the visit to Olga Petrovna and her promise, things would get
heated tonight.

Olga Petrovna had gone back to the living room after the colonel had left. On
a shelf was a high-quality stereo system, which was also set up to record
conversations in this room. She stopped recording the hidden tape recorder,
let the tape run back and started recording. Then she took pen and a writing
pad, sat down on the couch and took notes while playing the tape. After she
had listened to the tape, two pages were labeled. She let the tape run back
again and started the playback. This time she just listened and read her notes
along. She had heard the first and recorded two statements in disagreement.
Now hearing the second one was as if a switch had been turned in her head.

� It was about shadow contact. Allegedly, there were only five people at the
KGB who knew the identity of that contact. And these five people had all died
within a few days. This could not be a coincidence. And as Colonel Sepanov had
told us, the documents relating to shadow contact had disappeared except for a
narrow basic file. And the narrow basic file had probably escaped the
"disappear" only because it had been put in the wrong way! In Olga Petrovna,
suspicions arose - the five deaths and the disappearance of the shadow contact
documents could not be a coincidence. Did a member of the KGB play a risky
game here, or did it all come from shadow contact? If so, the shadow contact
had to have close relations with the KGB.� And this possible person had to be
someone with a lot of influence. She would have to go to Moscow to contact
someone from her past as an angel of death. Someone who owed her a lot -
namely his life and his career. Then she could take the opportunity to have
her annual health check-up carried out. Her daughter Natascha has been
carrying out this examination for her mother since she had completed her
medical studies. A short call to her daughter and she had an examination date
in Moscow for the next day. Another - this time encrypted call - to the person
who owed Olga Petrovna life and career and here too a meeting was arranged for
the next day in Moscow.

Olga Petrovna's meeting with her daughter Natasha two days later in Moscow was
still overshadowed by the death of her son Boris. Natascha also struggled
emotionally. After the mother's health check was completed, the two women went
for a walk. "Your findings are expected early next week , but I don't think
any negative findings are expected," he said. You are in very good health for
your age - and this is not meant to be disrespectful. I studied women who were
twenty years younger - but not half as good as you," the daughter told her
mother. "Natasha, you know what I was busy with during my time at the KGB. I
will do everything I can to avenge the death of Boris. I know you took an oath
as a doctor to help people and not cause them suffering. But the person or
persons responsible for Boris's death must die. Are you ready to support me?"
asked Olga of her daughter. Natasha nodded only "of course, tell us when the
time comes." "My dear daughter, if we go down this path together, there will
be no going back. Your life will change. I - we - will certainly have to
resort to drastic means - torture will certainly not be avoided. You have
access to medication, I will soon send you a list of "means" that we have to
use. It is essential that these funds are "organized" and as soon as
possible," said Olga, looking Natascha directly in the eye. Natasha nodded.
Mother and daughter returned to the hospital where Olga said goodbye to her
daughter to attend the second appointment of the day.

The man who gave His life to Olga Petrovna - and thus indirectly to his career
- had agreed to a meeting without hesitation. Pavel Orlow was a senior
administrative employee at the KGB. Years ago, he had an affair with his
superior's daughter. It didn't end well and made him the target of his
manager. Olga Petrovna should solve the problem and eleminate it. But when she
studied the victim's environment and realized that Pavel Orlow was a loving
father who loved his little mentally disabled daughter (his wife had died at
birth) idolatrous and did everything for her doubted her about this mission.
Searches revealed that his manager's daughter was a piece of crap. She had
asked Orlow to put his disabled daughter in a home, so that she could not live
together with a spasti in the house. She wants to live - and a disabled person
doesn't fit in with that. Pavel separated from her- which was not acceptable
to his superior's daughter - they did not leave her! Olga Petrovna was
impressed by her father's behaviour. She visited him one evening, informed him
of her mission, and pointed out that the problem had been solved - she would
kill his superior and his daughter - and there would be no further problems.
Said - done. Since that time Pavel Orlow has been deeply grateful to her.

Olga Petrovna had not lost a thought after visiting her former superior in her
dacha two days earlier. All the people directly involved in the shadow contact
were dead. The documents, except for the incorrectly filed basic file, could
no longer be found. Who had caused all this?

Olga Petrovna was on her way to her meeting with Pavel Orlov very early.
Somehow she had a bad feeling in the abdominal area. Her sense of danger had
been very pronounced during her time as an angel of death and had saved her
from death more than once. She posed in a house entrance diagonally opposite
the meeting point so skilfully that she could not be seen from the other side
of the street. The street was deserted. Then, just before the agreed time, she
suddenly saw her former superior at the KGB, Colonel Yuriy Sepanov. He was
also standing in a house entrance - but clearly visible to Olga on the
opposite street. What did that mean? Before she could react, she saw from the
corner of her eye how Pavel Orlov fed on Colonel Sepanov's position and walked
past the entrance of the house without noticing him. The colonel slipped out
of the entrance to the house, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a
pistol with a screwed-up silencer. From a short distance, he shot Pavel Orlov
in the back of the head, who collapsed dead on the sidewalk. The colonel
turned around and walked away with quick steps in the opposite direction. Olga
Petrovna didn't need to cross the road - no one survived a shot in the back of
the head! She waited ten minutes before stepping out of the entrance of the
house onto the deserted street and going in a different direction than the
direction used by Colonel Sapanov.

Their thoughts raced - and quickly came to a realization. Your phone must have
been intercepted - there was no other plausible explanation as to why the
colonel had appeared here today. Another realization made her shudder. Yuriy
Sepanov was directly or indirectly involved in the death of her son. That also
meant her daughter Natascha could be danger to him. Olga hastily visited the
next public telephone - defective! So did the next two telephones. It took her
nearly thirty minutes to find a working phone. Her daughter, who was in
hospital, was too risky. So she dialed the patient's number and asked her
daughter's phone call that Aunt Anna would have called her cousin Alexander.
Natasha hopefully knew - since there was no Aunt Anna and no cousin Alexander
- that this was her mother's emergency code. He said that Natascha was not
allowed to go home under any circumstances, but should visit an emergency
meeting point known only to her and her mother as soon as possible.

Olga watched the emergency meeting point before entering the small apartment
in a small side street. Everything seemed to be fine. She then moved back to
her observation post on the opposite side of the road and kept an eye on the
surroundings. She hadn't noticed anything suspicious. Then, finally, Natasha
appeared and entered the building. Olga lingered another twenty minutes to
check if Natasha had been shadowed. That did not seem to be the case. Mother
and daughter fell into each other's arms in the apartment and Olge recounted
the events of the last hours and their return from it. It was obvious - they
were on their own.

The firing was quickly established - the colonel had to be brought into their
power and made to talk. No matter how! Olga himself could not feed the colonel
- but Natasha. Not harmless - but the only way to strike fast and hard.
Dressed in excist clothes, Natascha managed to walk the colonel "randomly" in
his regular restaurant, just around the corner from his single apartment. The
colonel, slightly drunk, could not resist the seduction skills of the young
woman. And he was totally overestimated by his charm towards women, he was not
suspicious that the young woman willingly wanted to come with him to his
apartment. Immediately in front of the apartment where he had his apartment
stood there a dark van. As the woman and he walked past the vehicle, he
suddenly felt a slight stab in the neck.

When he awoke from his unconsciousness, he was not in his apartment - that
much was clear. He lay naked and tied to both legs and both arms on an
operating table. The thighs, upper arms and upper body were also strapped. He
tried to move, to no avail. He turned his head , which was not fixed - to the
right and left. As the lighting was on in the room, he quickly realized that
he was clearly in an operating room.

Shortly afterwards, Olga and Natasha - both splinter-fiber-naked except for a
few long rubber gloves on their hands and forearms - entered the operating
room. Despite the bondage, the colonel noticed that he immediately got a
strong erection. Even before he could say anything, Olga stepped to the
operating table and slapped him twice in the face with his hand "let's speak
plainly and do nails with heads. They are directly or indirectly involved in
the death of my son Boris. They had my phone monitored and shot Pavel Orlov by
hand. Don't even start denying them - I was an eyewitness. They will tell me
everything I want to know or my daughter will show them how deep the pain of
her brother's death is in her." "They are of senses Olga Petrovna - I don't
know what they're talking about," quipped the colonel, who couldn't turn his
gaze away from the naked body of his former subordinates.Olga nodded at her
daughter. Natasha tied the man's left upper arm with a rubber cuff, took a
syringe to his hand and injected its contents into the vein below his elbow.
The colonel had his gaze on Natasha. Here, too, his eyes crossed. In contrast
to her mother, who was very hairy in the pubic area, the pubic area of the
daughter lay smooths shaved in his field of vision. He noticed that his penis,
which lay on his belly, began to twitch.

"I injected him with a means that makes her totally immobile. They will feel
that they are completely paralyzed. But don't worry, this is just a very
strong sedative. You will still be able to think and speak clearly. I advise
them to tell my mother everything she wants to know! If not, I will inject
them with another remedy - this will greatly increase their sensitivity to
pain. Even the light caressing with a fingernail over her glans will be very
painful. No comparison to now," said Natasha, taking his hard cock in his hand
and pulling back his foreskin so that his glans were open. Then she drove over
the glans with the fingernail of her right middle finger. A feeling of ecstasy
passed through the colonel's body. He breathed heavily as Natasha kept the
penis in her hand and gently rubbed it. Olga smiled contentedly - every man
reacts in the same way. She began her questioning of the colonel. But to each
question he either refused the answer or insulted Olga in an ordinal way. In
the meantime, Natasha had taken her hand from the colonel's tail and grabbed a
scalpel. When the colonel began to insult her mother again, she seized his
testicle and cut his scrotum on it so that his two testicles were exposed. The
man's scream was loud and violent. If he had hoped that someone would hear
him, he was on the wooden path. He was in an underground, sound-absorbed
operating room. There were no noises from inside outside the operating room.

'I don't like how they talk to my mum. Either they answer all their questions
now or they will experience what pain means. First I will inject them with the
remedy I have already described and then they will experience how much pain a
simple paper clip can cause". Olga was pleased with her daughter's initiative
, but felt that Natasha was about to lose control. With a hand signal she told
her that she would now take over again. She snipped with the middle finger of
her right hand first against the left testicle and then against the right open
testicle. Waves of pain pierced the man's body and he screamed loudly. Then he
started crying. Although he no longer insulted Olga, he only shook his head,
sweat-soaked in time, when asked. "Natasha, you don't inject the agent - hold
the scalpel to his glans and exert some pressure - but not too much. If the
colonel doesn't answer the next question, you'll cut off his acorn!" If the
colonel had the little hope that he might somehow still turn the situation
around, he suddenly became aware that his life was hanging by a very silky
thread. The cold steel of the scalpel pressed against his acorn - and Natasha
looked at her mother with anticipation.

Olga took the floor again and asked her questions. And this time, every
question was answered. The counter-questions to the answers also made sense.
The image that was built up during the questioning was frightening. The
colonel had been bought by the shadow contact and was to eleminate its traces
as if the shadow contact had never existed. That would almost have been the
case. The only people in the KGB (five men) were dead, the files destroyed.
And if there had not been the misfortune with the basic act that had escaped
destruction only by a storage error, the plan would have succeeded. But so the
search for the shadow contact was started, which led to the death of Boris.
The colonel was in charge of this. And when the colonel mentioned the name of
the shadow contact, she knew that it would be almost impossible to hold this
person accountable for the death of her son. It was the stepson of one of the
most influential industrialists in the Federal Republic of Germany! But she
had to try.

She looked at Natasha and nodded. Natasha covered the colonel's glans and
separated it from the penis with a quick cut. The colonel screamed loudly and
shrillly. She threw her mother's acorn at which she caught with her right
hand. Then Natasha separated the testicles from the seed ladders and put them
in the colonel's mouth. Finally, she castrated him. The colonel was bleeding
extremely from his abdomen. Olga grabbed the severed penis and pushed it the
man's anus. The colonel swallowed his testicles and suffocated before he could
bleed to death.

Olga felt as if an entire mountain of stones had fallen from her heart. The
death of Boris was partly avenged - the original of the act lay dead on the
operating table. The client was the next target. However, this required
careful planning. "Do you regret what we did?" "No mother, quite the
opposite."� Natasha approached her mother and stroked her face. Then her right
hand, still stuck in the rubber gloves, slid to her mother's vagina.

Olga felt the need to receive special treatment from her daughter - and
Natascha knew this, of course. Without being irritated by the corpse on the
operating table, she introduced her hand into her mother's vagina, fistified
her and brought her to orgasm relatively quickly. Olga smiled at Natasha,
knelt down in front of her daughter and began licking her labia. Natascha was
also aroused by the events of the last minutes and so it wasn't long before
she reached orgasm. When they had calmed down again, they went together under
the shower in the adjoining room to rinse off all traces of the killing.

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