Melbourne 1956:-Hungary Vs USSR, The Humiliation Down Under(Request by Hswhs)
Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2025 10:42 am
In a return to the Cold War era, I delve into the competitive world of water polo and the following story is to commemorate the Hungarian national holiday of The Remembrance of the victims of Communism and to the brave freedom fighters of the 1956 Revolution. The year is 1956 and it's the olympic women's water polo semi-final. Amidst the backdrop of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution against soviet rule, Boglárka Gyarmati and her team prepare to face off against their hated Soviet rivals. However, she and her valiant team are about to receive unwelcome news from home that will lead them on the path to revenge. The following story is based on the now infamous men's final during the 1956 Olympics, often called the ‘Bloodbath of Melbourne’ for it's ferocity, in a curious twist of fate both the women's teams of the two rival nations also met. This is their story…
The Hungarian Team's Changing Room’s, The Aquatics Centre, Melbourne Australia, 5th November 1956 10:30am
23 year old Boglárka Gyarmati or Bogi as she was affectionately known to her girls, team captain of the Hungarian women's water polo team, looked with pride at the flower of Hungarian youth that prepared for their pivotal semi-final match against their rivals and “mighty” overseers, the USSRs. The eleven strong team chatted amicably with each other as they changed from their white team tracksuits, with the Kádár crest proudly stitched on the left breasts into their matching one piece swimsuits. But Bogi could feel the tension in the air from not having heard of a single shred of news about the revolution for weeks. She knew that many of her teammates, herself included, had friends, family and loved ones who were either fighting for their freedom or who were directly affected by the fighting in Budapest and the rest of their beloved nation. Pulling off her shirt and unclipping her bra, Bogi caught sight of her reflection; she was an attractive young woman with slightly squared features, prominent cheekbones and cunning blue eyes with platinum blonde hair cut short in a tomboyish style. Suddenly the chatter went deathly quiet, as lithe Emese Jeney wearing the white tracksuit top and green shorts of the Hungarian team, the pretty vice captain came storming in, her jet black pigtails trailing after her and tears streaming from her bright hazel eyes, clutching a newspaper.
“It's…it's the revolution. The…the reds have crushed us…” she choked as she approached Bogi. “M-my b-brother are gone…” she then collapsed into Bogi's arms and started to cry uncontrollably into her chest, Bogi wrapped her arms around the small shivering frame, thinking of her boyfriend, who had joined the resistance. “Shh! Emey, come here…” she gently whispered into her ear as she comforted her. Virág Zádor, one of the teams forwards, an athletic toned gorgeous brunette with big blue eyes and long dark brown hair braided into a ponytail grabbed the paper from Emese’s hands, then skimmed over it. “Fucking red bastards! My sister and mother are in Budapest and they have leveled the capital! Our home!” She handed the paper to Tünde Hevesi dressed in her swimsuit, a statuesque scythian amazon with subtly defined abs, long chestnut brown hair and striking ice blue eyes shook her head furiously, passing the newspaper to ginger haired Piroska Kanizsai. “Damn it! My sister's were with MESFUSZ! And they expect us to go out and play against those smug Ivan bitches!” She pointed angrily to the direction of the Soviet dressing room. “No fucking way!” The rest of the team roared their disapproval. Behind her, Piroska, a redheaded tomboy with short ginger hair and emerald green eyes, wearing only her Kádár crest white thong, nodded.
“Damn right, Tünde. We should pay those little red bitches a visit, captain. Get some payback for our fallen brothers and sisters. Remind them we are not out of the fight!” The team applauded her, as she cracked her knuckles for emphasis. “Believe me, I'm all for a little payback.” The team turned to see cute, 21 year old petite shoulder length honey blonde winger Zsuzsanna Markovits perched on the bench, her green eyes sparkling. “My parents gave shelter to the resistance.” She then turned to her captain. “But what's the plan, Bogi? We can't simply kill them and descend to the red’s level. We are in the west after all.” The rest of the team began to talk among themselves. Looking down at her vice captain, who was still crying and rocking slightly, Bogi took a deep breath. “Tell me, ladies. What is worse than death?”
The rest of the team glanced at each other, shaking their heads. Until Csenge Szívós, a beautiful girl with much darker ginger hair knotted into a bun and deep periwinkle eyes, snapped her fingers in realisation. “Humiliation, boss. Humiliation is worse than death.” Bogi nodded her face breaking into a smile as Emese emerged from her chest, wiping her eyes. “Indeed it is, Csenge. Here's what we are going to do. We are going to storm their dressing room and humiliate them by knocking them out and stealing their gear so they won't be in any fit state to compete. Teaching them in the process, that nobody fucks with the daughters of Attila!” She said clenching her fist to cheers from her team. Looking up at her captain with tear stained eyes, Emese who had been quiet throughout gave Bogi a look of determination. “Bogi, I would like to draw first blood. For my family's honour and for our national pride by striking down their captain, that blonde bitch that looks a bit like you.” The captain gently kissed her forehead, chuckling. “I don't think I could deny you that, my dear friend, besides one of me is enough.” Tünde flashed the brunette a wink. “I will go with you, Emey. Just in case she has back up.” Emese nodded, getting up from the bench and standing up straight. Bogi stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
“I know that many of us are either in our militia back home or with the HPA; myself, Emese,Virág and Tünde to name a few. So we will run this like a military operation or just another game if you'd prefer. Take them out with sleeper holds or get creative if you have to, we strike hard and strike fast. They won't know what hit them.” Bogi held her hand and soon ten others covered it before they let out a triumphant roar. “Let's get this done! For the sons and daughters of Attila! For the Motherland!” Releasing their hands, the eleven women of the Hungarian team filed out following Emese and Tünde towards the Soviet dressing room.
Soviet Team Dressing Room, 10:45am
"Okay let me get this straight: You have a degree in History, Biology and Engineering and you're completely fit? How did you manage that so early on?" Asked Alina Levedeva dressed in the soviet teams gold swimsuit with red trim as she admired the toned athletic abs of her captain Svetlana Baritanskaya, dressed only in her low cut soviet team panties, red flag flying proudly on the gusset. Svetlana, an attractive squared jawed tomboy with prominent cheekbones and cunning blue eyes, her platinum blonde hair cut short, merely shrugged a gesture that made her bare ample C-cup breasts with circular pink areolas wobble. " Well it certainly wasn't a cakewalk, considering how our "beloved" leaders purged every intellectual who wasn't on board with their insane ideals." Alina, a pretty raven haired brunette with long hair framing a heart shaped face, doe shaped blue eyes and slender cheekbones, gasped scandalously. "Captain! Such thoughts could get you and your family a one way ticket to the Gulag." Svetlana grinned smugly, folding her arms under her breasts. "If they decide to kick me out, the whole team might as well pack our bags and go home, and let the Huns win. Besides, if Kruschev doesn't like it, he can go and suck my tits!" Alina shook her head, pushing her away playfully. "Svetlana, oh the things you say! They are so subversive you make me quiver!" Winking, Svetlana turned and opened her locker, giving Alina a good view of her Romanov tattoo just above the captain's bubble butt. Shaking her head she turned walking away, only for a hand to clamp over her mouth pulling her behind the row of lockers.
Snaking her arm around the struggling Soviets slender throat, Tünde squeezed tightly, cutting off the girl's blood supply to her brain. She's certainly putting up a fight this one, I’ll give her that but nobody gets past the Scythian Amazon. The pretty soviet was trying her best to pull Tünde’s arm loose and make a muffled racket to attract the attention of her captain, but the Scythian Amazon, a nickname she had earned due to her ferocious defensive play in the pool wouldn't be denied. She only tightened her grip, suddenly heading the satisfying choked rattle of breath as Alina Levedeva slumped unconscious into Tünde's arm, her own falling limply to her sides. Music to my ears. Thought Tünde as she loosened the straps of Alina's swimsuit, letting it drop to the tiled floor with a dull thud exposing the girls tight trimmed naked body, her buoyant pointed B-cup breasts with dark pink puffy areolas and small trimmed womanhood on full display.
As she retrieved her swimsuit from her locker, Svetlana heard a commotion from behind the locker bank. “Alina? Is everything all right?” Walking towards the end of the locker row, she heard a low muffled rattle from around the corner. The soviet team captain suddenly reared back fearfully. “Alina?! What the hell's going on? Quit fooling around-mmmph!” She screamed as a slender delicate hand clamped around her mouth, as a kick behind her knee brought her to her knees. Before she could react, an arm coiled around her neck drawing her to the ground.
“How does it feel to be dominated, you Soviet lackey?” Emese hissed into the much taller team captain's ear tightening her grip around the blonde's throat. “You may talk shit about your people but don't have the courage to stand against them, you just carry on and play water polo for them while good people suffer under your yolk!” Emese tightened her hold around the girl's throat as the blonde desperately kicked her legs trying to throw the smaller brunette off, but Emese's rage was stronger than Svetlana's desperation to survive. “We may have lost much at the hands of the reds but we are still poles apart.” She then felt the blonde tomboyish captain let out a slow rattle of breath, as she went limp in her grasp. “Fucking lightweight…” Emese quipped, rolling the unconscious Soviet captain off of her and onto her side getting a good look at her bubble butt and the Romanov crest tattoo that sat above it. “Cute ass, for a red. And an ever sweeter tattoo.” She was impressed as she picked herself off the floor, seeing Tünde come from around the corner dragging a naked brunette under her shoulders, bound and gagged with towels. The girl's swimsuit flung over her shoulder.
“You know for the team captain she didn't have much fight in her.” Tünde remarked, opening a locker and stashing the naked sleeping body of Alina Levedeva inside. “This little girl put up more of a fight, but she was no match for me. Here…” she tossed the Soviet's swimsuit at Emese which she deftly caught. “...the little girl was your size.” Chuckling Emese began to strip off her tracksuit including her underwear. The Scythian Amazon knelt by the unconscious blonde soviet admiring her toned body with subtle musculature. “She's looked after her body, that's for sure. But I think she's a little…overdressed. Don't you think, Emey?” Stepping into the soviet team swimsuit, Emese laughed, glancing at Svetlana's red soviet team panties. “Shockingly, I would say.” Nodding, Tünde moved to pull down the captain's underwear. Then without warning, Svetlana's eyes flickered open.
“W-what happened? Where is Alina…?” She stammered trying to get up. Reacting instinctively, the Hungarian vice captain dropped to the floor locking her thighs around Svetlana's neck. The Soviet's hands reached up trying to pull Emese free while her legs were flailing in a futile attempt to kick Tünde. But Emese tightened her legs around the blonde's throat in a head scissor. “Looks like she does have some fight in her after all, eh Tünde?” The well toned amazon smiled, as she reached for the captain's panties, her struggles were getting weaker and weaker. “Not that it's going to help her any.” She winked, whipping the undergarment down from between her legs and exposing her full clean shaven clitoris. Emese panting with adrenaline heart the telltale sexy rattle of her opponent as she slumped unconscious once more, in her thighs.
“Let's get her trussed up and out of sight, Tünde. We still have 9 to go after all.” Emese said extricating the limp sleeping form of Svetlana Baritanskaya from her legs and rising to her feet. After stuffing the captain's panties into her mouth to gag her, Emese bound her with towels before dragging her over to Alina's locker. Tünde opened it to find the nude brunette shaking her head, tears streaming down her face as she saw the naked form of her team captain in Emese's arms. Tünde held her finger up. “Just a moment, Emey…” she then turned to the brunette, who was screaming through her gag. “Mmmph!” Tünde flashed the struggling girl a menacing look. “Nighty night, little red.” She quipped, punching the girl on the cheek, with a muffled grunt Alina was put to sleep once more.”
After stuffing the soviet captain in with the pretty winger, Emese closed the locker while Tünde searched the captain's locker grinning as she flung the captain's swimsuit over her shoulder. “We should get this to Bogi, it's in her size and could come in handy.” Emese nodded. “I wonder where Virág’s got to? She was right behind us.” Tünde winked as they snuck out the locker room. “Last I saw her, she was heading to the toilets. Knowing her she's preparing a nasty surprise for one unlucky red.
The Ladies Bathroom, 10:50am
21 year old Anastasia Kozlova pulled down her soviet team panties as she sat on the toilet bowl, emptying her full bladder. I’am so looking forward to defeating those Hungarians in the pool, it will make the party's victory crushing their pathetic little revolution all the more sweeter. And I will be doing it with my big sis, Alexandra. I couldn't ask for more. She was an attractive young girl, with a petite lithe freckled body and pleasing small A cup breasts with perky pink areolas. A cute rounded freckled face with high cheekbones and sparkling emerald eyes framed by long light ginger hair braided into pigtails. Humming the soviet national anthem, she was unaware of the danger above her. Suddenly a strong pair of thighs wrapped around her slender neck, letting out a surprised choked squeak Anastasia was hoisted into the air as she continued to pee.
Ignoring the smell of stale urine, Virág hung from the pipe gently tightened her thighs around the redheads neck hearing her choke as she desperately tried to pull the brunette’s thighs from around her ankles. Good luck trying my dear soviet. I have the strongest pair of legs in my team. She thought as the petite soviet’s legs flailed and kicked, her panties flying off to the side of the toilet. Then the now naked Anastasia let out a cute gurgled rattle gasping “Ugh! Alex..an..dra…” as she slumped hanging from Virág's thighs, the last of her piss leaving her small pink pussy crowned with the merest tuft of ginger fuzz to land in the toilet boil.
Lowering the limp ginger soviet back onto the toilet bowl, Virág dropped from the pipe and landed between her spread open legs, checking her pulse. Nodding as she found a steady rhythm. “Good. I didn't want to crush that pretty little neck of yours. No matter how much you deserve it. Sleep tight, little red.” Bending down she scooped up the redheads soviet team panties. “I don't suppose you'd mind if I just borrowed these, do you? I mean you don't really need them.” she asked rhetorically of her unconscious captive who gave her no answer. “I’ll take that silence as a no then. Thanks, little red.” After swapping her Hungarian team underwear for Anastasia’s, Virág cleaned the sleeping girl up and flushed the toilet before tossing her limp body over her shoulder and leaving the bathroom towards the locker room.
The Soviet Team Shower Room, 10:55am
Bogi, now dressed in Svetlana's swimsuit, stalked the two young soviet defenders as they emerged from the showers tying them around their naked dripping young bodies. The girl on the left was a more exotic looking stunner; with tanned skin, diamond shaped face, sharp cheekbones with almond shaped gray eyes and long raven coloured high tied into a high ponytail, her well rounded C-cup breasts were supple and firm with perky circular dark brown areolas and accompanied by a full trimmed woman hood, crowned with fan of black hair. While her companion was paler, with light white skin, rounded freckled features, doe shaped green emerald eyes and short ginger hair braided into a ponytail. Hmm? Definitely some family resemblance with her younger sister, except her breasts are a little bigger. Older sister if I have to guess… Bogi grinned as she observed the redhead tie a towel over her athletic freckled frame with pointed B-cup breasts with puffy pink roundel shaped areolas and full clean shaved clit. With their backs turned, the Hungarian captain chuckled, seizing her opportunity she approached the two young women. A wicked idea entering her mind.
“I can't believe you managed to get your sister a place on the team, Alexandra? She wasn't even that good during selection.” Said 23 year old Azerbaijani Fatima Massamova, as she scrubbed her hair with her towel. 24 year old Alexandra Kozlova shrugged, wringing the damp from her hair. “ Well the captain owes me a few favours for not divulging her scurrilous bullshirt about the party to the KGB, and I promised our parents I would toughen her up if she wants to follow me into the Red Army.” The Azerbaijani frowned. “Yeah but Water Polo isn't the most…gentlest of sports, Alex. Those Hungarians will be coming at us like a storm and being on the wing, Anastasia is right in their cross hairs.” Alexandra flashed her a wink. “Don't worry, Fatima. Those Hungarians will be pushovers, since we disciplined those terrorists for trying to break away from the Motherland. We will walk all over them.” The two girls giggled before feeling two strong arms gently snake around their necks.
“Ready to kick some Hungarian ass, ladies?” They heard their team captain say jovially although her accent was slightly off. “ Yes, Captain. Ready to teach those bitches a lesson…” Alexandra's voice trailed off as she gasped in shock, the woman behind her wearing a soviet team swimsuit wasn't captain Svetlana Baritanskaya, the differing eye colour gave it away. Fatima blinked in surprise. “C-captain?!” Bogi laughed. “Sorry, I’m not your captain…” she winked, beginning to tighten her arms around the girl's necks, making them choke and squirm. “She’s too busy having a naked nap in a locker. Perhaps you would both care to join her?” With that she dragged to two struggling women behind the row of lockers.
The struggling soviet's tried desperately to scream but instead their voices let out rasps of air, as they choked Bogi’s arms coiling ever tighter around their necks, cutting off the blood to their brains. During the struggle, their towels came loose dropping to the floor and revealing their naked, tight athletic bodies squirming under Bogi's double embrace. It was the exotic Fatima who passed out first with a cute strangled squeak, hanging limply in the Hungarian captain's left arm. Followed soon after by the elder Kozlova sister, who let out a long cute gurgled rattle before passing out herself into the crook of Bogi's right arm. Around the corner, Zsuzsanna, Réka Kárpáti, Margit Boros and Piroska appeared with both Anna Borsai, a pretty light auburn haired girl of 21 with pale green eyes and gentle features and Luca Mayer, a toned tomboy of 22 with a darker shade of short cut auburn, almost brown, hair and sharp cunning features with deep snake green eyes to match, in tow behind them.
“ Zsuzie, Piroska take the keys from their wrists. These two are exactly your size.” Nodding the two girls did as instructed, loosening the key from the straps on the soviet's wrists and walking over to their lockets. Lowering the unconscious women to the ground, Bogi turned to the others. “Anna, Luca? There are a couple more reds taking a shower, take care of them.” Luca smiled wickedly. “We'll take them down gently, Bogi.” Chuckling the two auburn haired defenders disappeared deeper into the showers, following the sounds of rushing water. Next were the other two redheads, Piroska who was already dressed in Fatima's swimsuit and Margit with long crimson hair and turquoise coloured eyes, wearing her Team Hungary swimsuit. Bogi knelt, tearing up the towels of the two soviet girls and binding them.“Ladies, go further in and see if you can't find any more spares. We've only encountered half the team.” The redheads saluted their captain before brushing past her. That left her with blonde Zsuzsanna and Réka, a short lithe tomboy with boyishly cut dark black-brown hair and piercing ice blue eyes, who bore a slight resemblance to the Soviet Team Vice Captain. After fully binding and gagging the two unconscious naked women, Bogi hauled Fatima to her feet.
“Zsuzie, Réka? I haven't seen their vice captain yet, so I want you two to keep watch for her and give her a fitting welcome.” She said stuffing the sleeping Fatima inside before turning her attention to Alexandra. Zsuzsanna grinned playfully. “We can do that and a little more, boss.” She winked, tapping Réka on the shoulder as the two disappeared around the corner of the locker bank. Smiling, Bogi stashed the nude redhead in with Fatima gently resting her head in between the tanned girl's ample bosom. “ Well don't you two make for a lovely couple. Five down, six to go…” she breathed, closing the locker door on the sleeping naked girls.
“So you were telling me about how you were accepted into the Murmansk Naval Academy, Katarina?” Asked Tatiana Nikolayeva, a pretty girl of 21 with gentle tapered features and green-brownish eyes framed by shoulder length dark brown hair as she felt the water cascade down her small breasts with dark pink rose petal areolas down to her small trimmed vagina and across her plum shaped ass, her trim body dappled with freckles. Katarina Gorshkovskyia, an attractive 22 year old with smooth rounded features, bluey green dove shaped eyes and long mid length chestnut brown hair giggled as she scrubbed her naked trim athletic body, with slightly pointed A Cups, complemented by puffy pink areolas and cute clean shaven clitoris. “Yeah, were the great Gorshkov my namesake graduated at the top of his class. I mean he practically wrote the book on Soviet naval tactics. A great man, indeed.”
Tatiana smiled, admiring the forward’s slim trimmed figure. “Who knows? Perhaps you might well become the next Admiral Gorshkov? The first woman in the USSR.” Katarina looked far away, a dreamy expression on her young face. “Admiral Gorshkovskyia! I like the sound of that-argh?!” she squeaked as an arm snaked around her neck drawing her back over the partition. At the same time, Tatiana was hoisted off her feet as she was seized from behind.
“Always quick to remind everyone you've got a navy, damn reds! Big deal!” Luca Mayer hissed as she held the struggling Katarina in a dragon hold, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. “They might have a navy, Luca…” Anna Borsai nodded, tightening the grip on Tatiana, the brunette choking and squirming in her grasp “...but everyone knows that Hungary has the best rowers in the world!” Hearing the dulcet low rattle of breath from the chestnut haired Katarina, Luca smiled lowering the unconscious girl down against the where she landed on her pert arse. Shortly after, Tatiana let out a choked squeak, slumping unconscious in Anna's arms, feet dangling off the ground. Releasing her arms she let the limply hanging girl slide down the partition.
“That felt good. Better than facing them in the pool.” Quipped Luca as she switched off the shower and bent to retrieve the locker keys from Katarina’s wrist. “Yeah, that was for my boyfriend Péter.” Anna breathed her voice slightly choked, loosening the key from Tatiana's outstretched wrist. Taking up the keys, the two Hungarian midfielders unlocked the Soviet's lockers, retrieving the gold and red swimsuits. “Well would you look at that, Anna? The little admiral is just my size.” She said, snapping the straps on her shoulders as Anna smoothed out her stolen swimsuit. “ So is her number one fan, funnily enough. Come on, let's get these naked reds tucked in.” Snatching up flannels from the lockers, they returned to the unconscious naked soviets binding and gagging them before hauling them over their shoulders, and returning to the locker bank. “Enjoy your nap, little reds.” Luca winked to the sleeping bound naked brunette's, as Anna slammed the locker shut. “I wonder how Zsuzie and Réka are getting on.” Creaking her neck she and Luca left the shower room.
Entrance to the Soviet Team Locker Room, 11:08am
“Still no sign of their vice captain. Are you sure she's even playing today, Zsuzie?” Asked Réka as she and Zsuzsanna hid behind the row of lockers across from the entrance. “ Yes, I spied her making her way to the canteen. The greedy cow always stuffs her face before a game. It's like her ritual.” Suddenly the sound of footsteps from behind the lockers caught their attention. Holding up her hand, Zsuzsanna peered around the corner grinning as they saw her prey.
“Mmmhm, so tasty…” 23 year old Katya Zakharova moaned with pleasure as she munched on a bag of sweet popcorn. Why don't we have any of these in the USSR? This should be remedied. I wonder if Bohdana will like them? They are just as sweet as she is… Katya was a looker with slightly tanned skin, thanks to the Australian sun, heart shaped features with pale blue-grey eyes and a mess of dark brown hair. Her slim athletic figure and ample C-cups covered by her white with red trim tracksuit and matching shorts. The hammer and sickle stitched proudly on her left breast above CCCP, which were also stitched in large letters on her back. Stuffing more popcorn into her mouth, Katya let out a surprised squeak as she felt her feet being swept from the tiled floor, popcorn flying from her grasp and spilling to the floor.
Seeing the stunned Katya squirming before her, Zsuzsanna quickly placed her knee on the vice captain's throat pressing down gently as Réka held down the struggling girl's arms. “Mmm, she does have a point. This popcorn tastes pretty good…” Zsuzsanna said nonchalantly, popping it in her mouth and swallowing. Beneath her Katya squirmed and kicked under her assault, but Zsuzsanna applied a little more pressure to her neck, cutting off the blood supply to her brain, her big blue eyes bulging with fear as she choked. “The fact that she's even eating these, means a one way trip to the gulags.” Réka replied, arresting Katya's flailing by straddling her waist. Then they heard a low strangled rattle as she slumped limply on the floor, struggling abruptly ceasing. Zsuzsanna pressed her fingers to the girl's neck, feeling a slow but steady rhythm.
“Right, let's get her clothes off. She's definitely my size and we both look alike, I can use her outfit like a disguise.” Réka said wasting no time in unlacing Katya's plimsolls, pulling them off before whipping down her shorts revealing her white soviet team panties. Laughing Zsuzsanna, unzipped Katya's tracksuit top slipping it from her shoulders then pulled the undershirt over her head, letting the unconscious Soviet's head flop back down onto the tiled floor and exposing her full C-cup breasts with rose petal pink areolas. Handing the garments over to Réka, who quickly stripped out of her Hungarian tracksuits before getting redressed, Zsuzsanna cocked her head watching Katya's pretty eyes flutter open.
“W-What happened?! I must have tripped…” she slurred before Zsuzsanna sat on her face, pressing down with her vagina. “Mmmph!” Katya screamed as she tried to push the blonde Hungarian off of her, but in vain as she pressed down harder, cutting off the air to her lungs. “You enjoyed the taste of popcorn, little red. Now get a load of me!” She laughed as the half naked soviet squirmed and kicked underneath her. Behind her, Réka looked impressed as she watched the brunette russian let out an aroused muffled moan before slumping unconscious back onto the floor. “Wow! That's…uh…so damn sexy. I haven't seen anything like that.” Zsuzsanna rose from the sleeping soviet, shrugging. “Well, the boss did tell us to get creative, right?” She said retrieving some towels from a locker. “You go on Réka, she if you can't find the rest of the team. I will see to the sleeping beauty here.” Flashing her a wink, Réka disappeared into the locker room. Then flipping Katya onto her belly, Zsuzsanna began to bind her wrists and ankles and silenced her with a flannel, popping in bits of popcorn as she did so.
The Soviet Locker Room, 11:16am
Pulling on her swimsuit, Bohdana Zelenska glanced in the mirror on her locker grinning at her reflection. She was a pretty girl of 21 with long light chestnut, almost blonde hair framing a smooth rounded face with doe shaped blue eyes. I wonder where Katya is? We always kiss before a game. I bet she's stuffing herself with more of that popcorn. I hope she saves me some this time. Closing her locker she jumped noticing Katya out of the corner of her eye. “Oh babe! Don't do that! You made me jump!” She smiled, encircling her lover's shoulders, drawing herself closer. “Did you do something with your hair? It looks a little lighter.” Katya just nodded, smiling as she drew herself closer, their lips brushing. “Well I happen to like it, come here. Let me give you your pre match kiss.” Giggling she locked lips with her girlfriend, letting out a moan of pleasure as Katya returned the kiss massaging her neck.
Well well, fancy that. They're lovers, this will be easier than I expected. Reeling Bohdana in, Réka gently squeezed her with two hands, aiming for the pressure points either side of a neck. The young soviet still let out moans of pleasure until Réka applied even more pressure. Locked in place by the kiss, Bohdana started to panic, realising this girl was her lover. She tried to poke Réka in her eyes but her struggles were getting more weak and feeble the more Réka squeezed. Then her struggles ceased with a long aroused muffle sigh, body hanging limply in Réka's grasp.
“You taste pretty sweet, red. She must really enjoy you…” Réka quipped, draping the unconscious Bohdana across the bench. “Let’s get you naked, sweetie.” She said taking the straps of the girls swimsuit and whipping it from her nubile body in one quick motion. “Mmm, nice body as well. No wonder she loves you.” She said admiring Bohdana’s slim athletic body, taking in her small but buoyant B-cup breasts with perky pale pink areolas, small trimmed womanhood and pert plum shaped ass. Snatching up some flannels from Bohdana's locker, Réka bound and gagged the young naked soviet before picking her up under her shoulder and dragging her over to her locker, stashing her inside. Slamming the door shut, Réka tossed the stolen swimsuit and walked away humming the Hungarian national anthem.
Soviet Team Shower Room, 11:20am
“Is it my imagination or has it gone quiet all of a sudden? Where is everybody?” Asked Sasha Vinogradova, a striking asiatic russian of 22 years with pale skin, angular features, slanted bright hazel eyes and long brown hair draped over her shoulders. Dagmāra Ratnieksa a slim redheaded Latvian, her reddish brown hair braided into a bun, sapphire blue eyes sparkled shrugged. “Perhaps they are getting suited up? We are always the last ones out of the shower, anyway.” Still wearing their towels the two girls entered the locker room. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Sasha enquired of the empty room. “Morning ladies!” A strange female accent yelled in between them, seizing both by their heads and clattering them together. Letting out yelps of pain the two girls collapsed onto the floor stunned.
Smirking at the stunned women at her feet, Csenge Szívós cocked her head, a wicked thought entering her mind. Bending down she sat on Dagmāra’s face while holding Sasha's face to her bosom, pressing down. “Yes, do you like that little Soviet's?” Csenge quipped hearing the muffled cries of the two girls, Dagmāra’s arms flailing around trying to pull the red headed Hungarian off of her but her struggles were getting weaker as Csenge adjusted her butt. Then letting out a muffled aroused sigh, Sasha went limp in Csenge’s ample cleavage and not long after Dagmāra’s arms fell outstretched onto the tiles. “There, there. Little reds, enjoy your naps…” After checking their pulses, Csenge stripped off their towels exposing their young naked athletic bodies; Sasha's well rounded breasts with dark brown areolas and clean shaven womanhood, while Dagmāra had more smaller pink areolas and a womanhood crowned with a trimmed triangle of auburn hair.
After tearing up the towels, Csenge bound and gagged the two naked young Soviets before taking their locker keys and retrieving their swimsuits. As she pulled on Dagmāra's suit finding it more her size, she turned noticing Margit walking towards her grinning. “You were always the stealthy one, Csenge. No one ever sees you coming.” Flashing the darker redhead a wink, she tossed Sasha's suit, Margit caught it deftly slipping off her Hungarian swimsuit and putting it on. “That’s what makes me such an effective winger, Margi. Come on, let's take them to Bogi, I think that's all of them.” Margit and Csenge threw the naked girls on their shoulders leaving the shower room.
The Soviet Team Locker Room, 11:25am
Surrounded by her girls, wearing the outfits of their soviet opponents who sat bound, naked with some still unconscious at their feet, Bogi smiled, getting on her haunches facing her opposite number. “How does it feel to be dominated and broken before your betters, Svetlana?” She tapped the woman's cheek, the blonde stayed quiet as all around her screamed into their gags. “It hurts you doesn't it? Well now you know how we felt when we heard how you crushed our revolution.” Her teeth clenched, eyes glistening with barely contained rage, she gripped the soviet captain's face. “How does it feels to live under the boot of another, huh? To be at our mercy? We could have quite easily killed you all in our grief but we didn't want to sink to your level.” Flicking her hand with contempt she rose to her feet.
That was then Emese walked by her side. “We felt humiliation was more preferable to your deaths, to teach you that…” she faltered a little, Bogi placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. “...you cannot keep the sons and daughters of Attila down. And soon, whether it's tomorrow or years from now we will be free of you.” Bogi nodded. “I trust captain, from one sportswoman to another you will not tell anyone about what happened here and bow out of the competition…” Behind her Tünde narrowed her eyes. “...or we'll find you and next time we won't be as gentle.” Then the Hungarian team filed out of the room, with Bogi taking up the rear leaving the bound soviet team to their thoughts.
Hungarian Team Dressing Room, 11:30am
As the rest of the team gave each other high fives and regaled each other with tales of how they subdued their rivals, Emese placed a hand on Bogi’s arm. Turning around to face her, she placed hands on her vice captain's shoulders. “Did we…did we do the right thing, Bogi? I know what we did back there won't bring them back.” Bogi rubbed her shoulders, placing her forehead on the brunettes. “I know it won't but it feels like justice and the dead deserve justice especially if the world won't give it to them. They will live on in our hearts and memories and they would be proud of all of us.” Emese smiled softly embracing her friend in a crushing bear hug. “I hope so, my friend.” As she returned the hug, the rest of the team came together embracing their feelings of vengeance leaving them, giving way to grief and hope for a better future.
The Hungarian Team's Changing Room’s, The Aquatics Centre, Melbourne Australia, 5th November 1956 10:30am
23 year old Boglárka Gyarmati or Bogi as she was affectionately known to her girls, team captain of the Hungarian women's water polo team, looked with pride at the flower of Hungarian youth that prepared for their pivotal semi-final match against their rivals and “mighty” overseers, the USSRs. The eleven strong team chatted amicably with each other as they changed from their white team tracksuits, with the Kádár crest proudly stitched on the left breasts into their matching one piece swimsuits. But Bogi could feel the tension in the air from not having heard of a single shred of news about the revolution for weeks. She knew that many of her teammates, herself included, had friends, family and loved ones who were either fighting for their freedom or who were directly affected by the fighting in Budapest and the rest of their beloved nation. Pulling off her shirt and unclipping her bra, Bogi caught sight of her reflection; she was an attractive young woman with slightly squared features, prominent cheekbones and cunning blue eyes with platinum blonde hair cut short in a tomboyish style. Suddenly the chatter went deathly quiet, as lithe Emese Jeney wearing the white tracksuit top and green shorts of the Hungarian team, the pretty vice captain came storming in, her jet black pigtails trailing after her and tears streaming from her bright hazel eyes, clutching a newspaper.
“It's…it's the revolution. The…the reds have crushed us…” she choked as she approached Bogi. “M-my b-brother are gone…” she then collapsed into Bogi's arms and started to cry uncontrollably into her chest, Bogi wrapped her arms around the small shivering frame, thinking of her boyfriend, who had joined the resistance. “Shh! Emey, come here…” she gently whispered into her ear as she comforted her. Virág Zádor, one of the teams forwards, an athletic toned gorgeous brunette with big blue eyes and long dark brown hair braided into a ponytail grabbed the paper from Emese’s hands, then skimmed over it. “Fucking red bastards! My sister and mother are in Budapest and they have leveled the capital! Our home!” She handed the paper to Tünde Hevesi dressed in her swimsuit, a statuesque scythian amazon with subtly defined abs, long chestnut brown hair and striking ice blue eyes shook her head furiously, passing the newspaper to ginger haired Piroska Kanizsai. “Damn it! My sister's were with MESFUSZ! And they expect us to go out and play against those smug Ivan bitches!” She pointed angrily to the direction of the Soviet dressing room. “No fucking way!” The rest of the team roared their disapproval. Behind her, Piroska, a redheaded tomboy with short ginger hair and emerald green eyes, wearing only her Kádár crest white thong, nodded.
“Damn right, Tünde. We should pay those little red bitches a visit, captain. Get some payback for our fallen brothers and sisters. Remind them we are not out of the fight!” The team applauded her, as she cracked her knuckles for emphasis. “Believe me, I'm all for a little payback.” The team turned to see cute, 21 year old petite shoulder length honey blonde winger Zsuzsanna Markovits perched on the bench, her green eyes sparkling. “My parents gave shelter to the resistance.” She then turned to her captain. “But what's the plan, Bogi? We can't simply kill them and descend to the red’s level. We are in the west after all.” The rest of the team began to talk among themselves. Looking down at her vice captain, who was still crying and rocking slightly, Bogi took a deep breath. “Tell me, ladies. What is worse than death?”
The rest of the team glanced at each other, shaking their heads. Until Csenge Szívós, a beautiful girl with much darker ginger hair knotted into a bun and deep periwinkle eyes, snapped her fingers in realisation. “Humiliation, boss. Humiliation is worse than death.” Bogi nodded her face breaking into a smile as Emese emerged from her chest, wiping her eyes. “Indeed it is, Csenge. Here's what we are going to do. We are going to storm their dressing room and humiliate them by knocking them out and stealing their gear so they won't be in any fit state to compete. Teaching them in the process, that nobody fucks with the daughters of Attila!” She said clenching her fist to cheers from her team. Looking up at her captain with tear stained eyes, Emese who had been quiet throughout gave Bogi a look of determination. “Bogi, I would like to draw first blood. For my family's honour and for our national pride by striking down their captain, that blonde bitch that looks a bit like you.” The captain gently kissed her forehead, chuckling. “I don't think I could deny you that, my dear friend, besides one of me is enough.” Tünde flashed the brunette a wink. “I will go with you, Emey. Just in case she has back up.” Emese nodded, getting up from the bench and standing up straight. Bogi stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
“I know that many of us are either in our militia back home or with the HPA; myself, Emese,Virág and Tünde to name a few. So we will run this like a military operation or just another game if you'd prefer. Take them out with sleeper holds or get creative if you have to, we strike hard and strike fast. They won't know what hit them.” Bogi held her hand and soon ten others covered it before they let out a triumphant roar. “Let's get this done! For the sons and daughters of Attila! For the Motherland!” Releasing their hands, the eleven women of the Hungarian team filed out following Emese and Tünde towards the Soviet dressing room.
Soviet Team Dressing Room, 10:45am
"Okay let me get this straight: You have a degree in History, Biology and Engineering and you're completely fit? How did you manage that so early on?" Asked Alina Levedeva dressed in the soviet teams gold swimsuit with red trim as she admired the toned athletic abs of her captain Svetlana Baritanskaya, dressed only in her low cut soviet team panties, red flag flying proudly on the gusset. Svetlana, an attractive squared jawed tomboy with prominent cheekbones and cunning blue eyes, her platinum blonde hair cut short, merely shrugged a gesture that made her bare ample C-cup breasts with circular pink areolas wobble. " Well it certainly wasn't a cakewalk, considering how our "beloved" leaders purged every intellectual who wasn't on board with their insane ideals." Alina, a pretty raven haired brunette with long hair framing a heart shaped face, doe shaped blue eyes and slender cheekbones, gasped scandalously. "Captain! Such thoughts could get you and your family a one way ticket to the Gulag." Svetlana grinned smugly, folding her arms under her breasts. "If they decide to kick me out, the whole team might as well pack our bags and go home, and let the Huns win. Besides, if Kruschev doesn't like it, he can go and suck my tits!" Alina shook her head, pushing her away playfully. "Svetlana, oh the things you say! They are so subversive you make me quiver!" Winking, Svetlana turned and opened her locker, giving Alina a good view of her Romanov tattoo just above the captain's bubble butt. Shaking her head she turned walking away, only for a hand to clamp over her mouth pulling her behind the row of lockers.
Snaking her arm around the struggling Soviets slender throat, Tünde squeezed tightly, cutting off the girl's blood supply to her brain. She's certainly putting up a fight this one, I’ll give her that but nobody gets past the Scythian Amazon. The pretty soviet was trying her best to pull Tünde’s arm loose and make a muffled racket to attract the attention of her captain, but the Scythian Amazon, a nickname she had earned due to her ferocious defensive play in the pool wouldn't be denied. She only tightened her grip, suddenly heading the satisfying choked rattle of breath as Alina Levedeva slumped unconscious into Tünde's arm, her own falling limply to her sides. Music to my ears. Thought Tünde as she loosened the straps of Alina's swimsuit, letting it drop to the tiled floor with a dull thud exposing the girls tight trimmed naked body, her buoyant pointed B-cup breasts with dark pink puffy areolas and small trimmed womanhood on full display.
As she retrieved her swimsuit from her locker, Svetlana heard a commotion from behind the locker bank. “Alina? Is everything all right?” Walking towards the end of the locker row, she heard a low muffled rattle from around the corner. The soviet team captain suddenly reared back fearfully. “Alina?! What the hell's going on? Quit fooling around-mmmph!” She screamed as a slender delicate hand clamped around her mouth, as a kick behind her knee brought her to her knees. Before she could react, an arm coiled around her neck drawing her to the ground.
“How does it feel to be dominated, you Soviet lackey?” Emese hissed into the much taller team captain's ear tightening her grip around the blonde's throat. “You may talk shit about your people but don't have the courage to stand against them, you just carry on and play water polo for them while good people suffer under your yolk!” Emese tightened her hold around the girl's throat as the blonde desperately kicked her legs trying to throw the smaller brunette off, but Emese's rage was stronger than Svetlana's desperation to survive. “We may have lost much at the hands of the reds but we are still poles apart.” She then felt the blonde tomboyish captain let out a slow rattle of breath, as she went limp in her grasp. “Fucking lightweight…” Emese quipped, rolling the unconscious Soviet captain off of her and onto her side getting a good look at her bubble butt and the Romanov crest tattoo that sat above it. “Cute ass, for a red. And an ever sweeter tattoo.” She was impressed as she picked herself off the floor, seeing Tünde come from around the corner dragging a naked brunette under her shoulders, bound and gagged with towels. The girl's swimsuit flung over her shoulder.
“You know for the team captain she didn't have much fight in her.” Tünde remarked, opening a locker and stashing the naked sleeping body of Alina Levedeva inside. “This little girl put up more of a fight, but she was no match for me. Here…” she tossed the Soviet's swimsuit at Emese which she deftly caught. “...the little girl was your size.” Chuckling Emese began to strip off her tracksuit including her underwear. The Scythian Amazon knelt by the unconscious blonde soviet admiring her toned body with subtle musculature. “She's looked after her body, that's for sure. But I think she's a little…overdressed. Don't you think, Emey?” Stepping into the soviet team swimsuit, Emese laughed, glancing at Svetlana's red soviet team panties. “Shockingly, I would say.” Nodding, Tünde moved to pull down the captain's underwear. Then without warning, Svetlana's eyes flickered open.
“W-what happened? Where is Alina…?” She stammered trying to get up. Reacting instinctively, the Hungarian vice captain dropped to the floor locking her thighs around Svetlana's neck. The Soviet's hands reached up trying to pull Emese free while her legs were flailing in a futile attempt to kick Tünde. But Emese tightened her legs around the blonde's throat in a head scissor. “Looks like she does have some fight in her after all, eh Tünde?” The well toned amazon smiled, as she reached for the captain's panties, her struggles were getting weaker and weaker. “Not that it's going to help her any.” She winked, whipping the undergarment down from between her legs and exposing her full clean shaven clitoris. Emese panting with adrenaline heart the telltale sexy rattle of her opponent as she slumped unconscious once more, in her thighs.
“Let's get her trussed up and out of sight, Tünde. We still have 9 to go after all.” Emese said extricating the limp sleeping form of Svetlana Baritanskaya from her legs and rising to her feet. After stuffing the captain's panties into her mouth to gag her, Emese bound her with towels before dragging her over to Alina's locker. Tünde opened it to find the nude brunette shaking her head, tears streaming down her face as she saw the naked form of her team captain in Emese's arms. Tünde held her finger up. “Just a moment, Emey…” she then turned to the brunette, who was screaming through her gag. “Mmmph!” Tünde flashed the struggling girl a menacing look. “Nighty night, little red.” She quipped, punching the girl on the cheek, with a muffled grunt Alina was put to sleep once more.”
After stuffing the soviet captain in with the pretty winger, Emese closed the locker while Tünde searched the captain's locker grinning as she flung the captain's swimsuit over her shoulder. “We should get this to Bogi, it's in her size and could come in handy.” Emese nodded. “I wonder where Virág’s got to? She was right behind us.” Tünde winked as they snuck out the locker room. “Last I saw her, she was heading to the toilets. Knowing her she's preparing a nasty surprise for one unlucky red.
The Ladies Bathroom, 10:50am
21 year old Anastasia Kozlova pulled down her soviet team panties as she sat on the toilet bowl, emptying her full bladder. I’am so looking forward to defeating those Hungarians in the pool, it will make the party's victory crushing their pathetic little revolution all the more sweeter. And I will be doing it with my big sis, Alexandra. I couldn't ask for more. She was an attractive young girl, with a petite lithe freckled body and pleasing small A cup breasts with perky pink areolas. A cute rounded freckled face with high cheekbones and sparkling emerald eyes framed by long light ginger hair braided into pigtails. Humming the soviet national anthem, she was unaware of the danger above her. Suddenly a strong pair of thighs wrapped around her slender neck, letting out a surprised choked squeak Anastasia was hoisted into the air as she continued to pee.
Ignoring the smell of stale urine, Virág hung from the pipe gently tightened her thighs around the redheads neck hearing her choke as she desperately tried to pull the brunette’s thighs from around her ankles. Good luck trying my dear soviet. I have the strongest pair of legs in my team. She thought as the petite soviet’s legs flailed and kicked, her panties flying off to the side of the toilet. Then the now naked Anastasia let out a cute gurgled rattle gasping “Ugh! Alex..an..dra…” as she slumped hanging from Virág's thighs, the last of her piss leaving her small pink pussy crowned with the merest tuft of ginger fuzz to land in the toilet boil.
Lowering the limp ginger soviet back onto the toilet bowl, Virág dropped from the pipe and landed between her spread open legs, checking her pulse. Nodding as she found a steady rhythm. “Good. I didn't want to crush that pretty little neck of yours. No matter how much you deserve it. Sleep tight, little red.” Bending down she scooped up the redheads soviet team panties. “I don't suppose you'd mind if I just borrowed these, do you? I mean you don't really need them.” she asked rhetorically of her unconscious captive who gave her no answer. “I’ll take that silence as a no then. Thanks, little red.” After swapping her Hungarian team underwear for Anastasia’s, Virág cleaned the sleeping girl up and flushed the toilet before tossing her limp body over her shoulder and leaving the bathroom towards the locker room.
The Soviet Team Shower Room, 10:55am
Bogi, now dressed in Svetlana's swimsuit, stalked the two young soviet defenders as they emerged from the showers tying them around their naked dripping young bodies. The girl on the left was a more exotic looking stunner; with tanned skin, diamond shaped face, sharp cheekbones with almond shaped gray eyes and long raven coloured high tied into a high ponytail, her well rounded C-cup breasts were supple and firm with perky circular dark brown areolas and accompanied by a full trimmed woman hood, crowned with fan of black hair. While her companion was paler, with light white skin, rounded freckled features, doe shaped green emerald eyes and short ginger hair braided into a ponytail. Hmm? Definitely some family resemblance with her younger sister, except her breasts are a little bigger. Older sister if I have to guess… Bogi grinned as she observed the redhead tie a towel over her athletic freckled frame with pointed B-cup breasts with puffy pink roundel shaped areolas and full clean shaved clit. With their backs turned, the Hungarian captain chuckled, seizing her opportunity she approached the two young women. A wicked idea entering her mind.
“I can't believe you managed to get your sister a place on the team, Alexandra? She wasn't even that good during selection.” Said 23 year old Azerbaijani Fatima Massamova, as she scrubbed her hair with her towel. 24 year old Alexandra Kozlova shrugged, wringing the damp from her hair. “ Well the captain owes me a few favours for not divulging her scurrilous bullshirt about the party to the KGB, and I promised our parents I would toughen her up if she wants to follow me into the Red Army.” The Azerbaijani frowned. “Yeah but Water Polo isn't the most…gentlest of sports, Alex. Those Hungarians will be coming at us like a storm and being on the wing, Anastasia is right in their cross hairs.” Alexandra flashed her a wink. “Don't worry, Fatima. Those Hungarians will be pushovers, since we disciplined those terrorists for trying to break away from the Motherland. We will walk all over them.” The two girls giggled before feeling two strong arms gently snake around their necks.
“Ready to kick some Hungarian ass, ladies?” They heard their team captain say jovially although her accent was slightly off. “ Yes, Captain. Ready to teach those bitches a lesson…” Alexandra's voice trailed off as she gasped in shock, the woman behind her wearing a soviet team swimsuit wasn't captain Svetlana Baritanskaya, the differing eye colour gave it away. Fatima blinked in surprise. “C-captain?!” Bogi laughed. “Sorry, I’m not your captain…” she winked, beginning to tighten her arms around the girl's necks, making them choke and squirm. “She’s too busy having a naked nap in a locker. Perhaps you would both care to join her?” With that she dragged to two struggling women behind the row of lockers.
The struggling soviet's tried desperately to scream but instead their voices let out rasps of air, as they choked Bogi’s arms coiling ever tighter around their necks, cutting off the blood to their brains. During the struggle, their towels came loose dropping to the floor and revealing their naked, tight athletic bodies squirming under Bogi's double embrace. It was the exotic Fatima who passed out first with a cute strangled squeak, hanging limply in the Hungarian captain's left arm. Followed soon after by the elder Kozlova sister, who let out a long cute gurgled rattle before passing out herself into the crook of Bogi's right arm. Around the corner, Zsuzsanna, Réka Kárpáti, Margit Boros and Piroska appeared with both Anna Borsai, a pretty light auburn haired girl of 21 with pale green eyes and gentle features and Luca Mayer, a toned tomboy of 22 with a darker shade of short cut auburn, almost brown, hair and sharp cunning features with deep snake green eyes to match, in tow behind them.
“ Zsuzie, Piroska take the keys from their wrists. These two are exactly your size.” Nodding the two girls did as instructed, loosening the key from the straps on the soviet's wrists and walking over to their lockets. Lowering the unconscious women to the ground, Bogi turned to the others. “Anna, Luca? There are a couple more reds taking a shower, take care of them.” Luca smiled wickedly. “We'll take them down gently, Bogi.” Chuckling the two auburn haired defenders disappeared deeper into the showers, following the sounds of rushing water. Next were the other two redheads, Piroska who was already dressed in Fatima's swimsuit and Margit with long crimson hair and turquoise coloured eyes, wearing her Team Hungary swimsuit. Bogi knelt, tearing up the towels of the two soviet girls and binding them.“Ladies, go further in and see if you can't find any more spares. We've only encountered half the team.” The redheads saluted their captain before brushing past her. That left her with blonde Zsuzsanna and Réka, a short lithe tomboy with boyishly cut dark black-brown hair and piercing ice blue eyes, who bore a slight resemblance to the Soviet Team Vice Captain. After fully binding and gagging the two unconscious naked women, Bogi hauled Fatima to her feet.
“Zsuzie, Réka? I haven't seen their vice captain yet, so I want you two to keep watch for her and give her a fitting welcome.” She said stuffing the sleeping Fatima inside before turning her attention to Alexandra. Zsuzsanna grinned playfully. “We can do that and a little more, boss.” She winked, tapping Réka on the shoulder as the two disappeared around the corner of the locker bank. Smiling, Bogi stashed the nude redhead in with Fatima gently resting her head in between the tanned girl's ample bosom. “ Well don't you two make for a lovely couple. Five down, six to go…” she breathed, closing the locker door on the sleeping naked girls.
“So you were telling me about how you were accepted into the Murmansk Naval Academy, Katarina?” Asked Tatiana Nikolayeva, a pretty girl of 21 with gentle tapered features and green-brownish eyes framed by shoulder length dark brown hair as she felt the water cascade down her small breasts with dark pink rose petal areolas down to her small trimmed vagina and across her plum shaped ass, her trim body dappled with freckles. Katarina Gorshkovskyia, an attractive 22 year old with smooth rounded features, bluey green dove shaped eyes and long mid length chestnut brown hair giggled as she scrubbed her naked trim athletic body, with slightly pointed A Cups, complemented by puffy pink areolas and cute clean shaven clitoris. “Yeah, were the great Gorshkov my namesake graduated at the top of his class. I mean he practically wrote the book on Soviet naval tactics. A great man, indeed.”
Tatiana smiled, admiring the forward’s slim trimmed figure. “Who knows? Perhaps you might well become the next Admiral Gorshkov? The first woman in the USSR.” Katarina looked far away, a dreamy expression on her young face. “Admiral Gorshkovskyia! I like the sound of that-argh?!” she squeaked as an arm snaked around her neck drawing her back over the partition. At the same time, Tatiana was hoisted off her feet as she was seized from behind.
“Always quick to remind everyone you've got a navy, damn reds! Big deal!” Luca Mayer hissed as she held the struggling Katarina in a dragon hold, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. “They might have a navy, Luca…” Anna Borsai nodded, tightening the grip on Tatiana, the brunette choking and squirming in her grasp “...but everyone knows that Hungary has the best rowers in the world!” Hearing the dulcet low rattle of breath from the chestnut haired Katarina, Luca smiled lowering the unconscious girl down against the where she landed on her pert arse. Shortly after, Tatiana let out a choked squeak, slumping unconscious in Anna's arms, feet dangling off the ground. Releasing her arms she let the limply hanging girl slide down the partition.
“That felt good. Better than facing them in the pool.” Quipped Luca as she switched off the shower and bent to retrieve the locker keys from Katarina’s wrist. “Yeah, that was for my boyfriend Péter.” Anna breathed her voice slightly choked, loosening the key from Tatiana's outstretched wrist. Taking up the keys, the two Hungarian midfielders unlocked the Soviet's lockers, retrieving the gold and red swimsuits. “Well would you look at that, Anna? The little admiral is just my size.” She said, snapping the straps on her shoulders as Anna smoothed out her stolen swimsuit. “ So is her number one fan, funnily enough. Come on, let's get these naked reds tucked in.” Snatching up flannels from the lockers, they returned to the unconscious naked soviets binding and gagging them before hauling them over their shoulders, and returning to the locker bank. “Enjoy your nap, little reds.” Luca winked to the sleeping bound naked brunette's, as Anna slammed the locker shut. “I wonder how Zsuzie and Réka are getting on.” Creaking her neck she and Luca left the shower room.
Entrance to the Soviet Team Locker Room, 11:08am
“Still no sign of their vice captain. Are you sure she's even playing today, Zsuzie?” Asked Réka as she and Zsuzsanna hid behind the row of lockers across from the entrance. “ Yes, I spied her making her way to the canteen. The greedy cow always stuffs her face before a game. It's like her ritual.” Suddenly the sound of footsteps from behind the lockers caught their attention. Holding up her hand, Zsuzsanna peered around the corner grinning as they saw her prey.
“Mmmhm, so tasty…” 23 year old Katya Zakharova moaned with pleasure as she munched on a bag of sweet popcorn. Why don't we have any of these in the USSR? This should be remedied. I wonder if Bohdana will like them? They are just as sweet as she is… Katya was a looker with slightly tanned skin, thanks to the Australian sun, heart shaped features with pale blue-grey eyes and a mess of dark brown hair. Her slim athletic figure and ample C-cups covered by her white with red trim tracksuit and matching shorts. The hammer and sickle stitched proudly on her left breast above CCCP, which were also stitched in large letters on her back. Stuffing more popcorn into her mouth, Katya let out a surprised squeak as she felt her feet being swept from the tiled floor, popcorn flying from her grasp and spilling to the floor.
Seeing the stunned Katya squirming before her, Zsuzsanna quickly placed her knee on the vice captain's throat pressing down gently as Réka held down the struggling girl's arms. “Mmm, she does have a point. This popcorn tastes pretty good…” Zsuzsanna said nonchalantly, popping it in her mouth and swallowing. Beneath her Katya squirmed and kicked under her assault, but Zsuzsanna applied a little more pressure to her neck, cutting off the blood supply to her brain, her big blue eyes bulging with fear as she choked. “The fact that she's even eating these, means a one way trip to the gulags.” Réka replied, arresting Katya's flailing by straddling her waist. Then they heard a low strangled rattle as she slumped limply on the floor, struggling abruptly ceasing. Zsuzsanna pressed her fingers to the girl's neck, feeling a slow but steady rhythm.
“Right, let's get her clothes off. She's definitely my size and we both look alike, I can use her outfit like a disguise.” Réka said wasting no time in unlacing Katya's plimsolls, pulling them off before whipping down her shorts revealing her white soviet team panties. Laughing Zsuzsanna, unzipped Katya's tracksuit top slipping it from her shoulders then pulled the undershirt over her head, letting the unconscious Soviet's head flop back down onto the tiled floor and exposing her full C-cup breasts with rose petal pink areolas. Handing the garments over to Réka, who quickly stripped out of her Hungarian tracksuits before getting redressed, Zsuzsanna cocked her head watching Katya's pretty eyes flutter open.
“W-What happened?! I must have tripped…” she slurred before Zsuzsanna sat on her face, pressing down with her vagina. “Mmmph!” Katya screamed as she tried to push the blonde Hungarian off of her, but in vain as she pressed down harder, cutting off the air to her lungs. “You enjoyed the taste of popcorn, little red. Now get a load of me!” She laughed as the half naked soviet squirmed and kicked underneath her. Behind her, Réka looked impressed as she watched the brunette russian let out an aroused muffled moan before slumping unconscious back onto the floor. “Wow! That's…uh…so damn sexy. I haven't seen anything like that.” Zsuzsanna rose from the sleeping soviet, shrugging. “Well, the boss did tell us to get creative, right?” She said retrieving some towels from a locker. “You go on Réka, she if you can't find the rest of the team. I will see to the sleeping beauty here.” Flashing her a wink, Réka disappeared into the locker room. Then flipping Katya onto her belly, Zsuzsanna began to bind her wrists and ankles and silenced her with a flannel, popping in bits of popcorn as she did so.
The Soviet Locker Room, 11:16am
Pulling on her swimsuit, Bohdana Zelenska glanced in the mirror on her locker grinning at her reflection. She was a pretty girl of 21 with long light chestnut, almost blonde hair framing a smooth rounded face with doe shaped blue eyes. I wonder where Katya is? We always kiss before a game. I bet she's stuffing herself with more of that popcorn. I hope she saves me some this time. Closing her locker she jumped noticing Katya out of the corner of her eye. “Oh babe! Don't do that! You made me jump!” She smiled, encircling her lover's shoulders, drawing herself closer. “Did you do something with your hair? It looks a little lighter.” Katya just nodded, smiling as she drew herself closer, their lips brushing. “Well I happen to like it, come here. Let me give you your pre match kiss.” Giggling she locked lips with her girlfriend, letting out a moan of pleasure as Katya returned the kiss massaging her neck.
Well well, fancy that. They're lovers, this will be easier than I expected. Reeling Bohdana in, Réka gently squeezed her with two hands, aiming for the pressure points either side of a neck. The young soviet still let out moans of pleasure until Réka applied even more pressure. Locked in place by the kiss, Bohdana started to panic, realising this girl was her lover. She tried to poke Réka in her eyes but her struggles were getting more weak and feeble the more Réka squeezed. Then her struggles ceased with a long aroused muffle sigh, body hanging limply in Réka's grasp.
“You taste pretty sweet, red. She must really enjoy you…” Réka quipped, draping the unconscious Bohdana across the bench. “Let’s get you naked, sweetie.” She said taking the straps of the girls swimsuit and whipping it from her nubile body in one quick motion. “Mmm, nice body as well. No wonder she loves you.” She said admiring Bohdana’s slim athletic body, taking in her small but buoyant B-cup breasts with perky pale pink areolas, small trimmed womanhood and pert plum shaped ass. Snatching up some flannels from Bohdana's locker, Réka bound and gagged the young naked soviet before picking her up under her shoulder and dragging her over to her locker, stashing her inside. Slamming the door shut, Réka tossed the stolen swimsuit and walked away humming the Hungarian national anthem.
Soviet Team Shower Room, 11:20am
“Is it my imagination or has it gone quiet all of a sudden? Where is everybody?” Asked Sasha Vinogradova, a striking asiatic russian of 22 years with pale skin, angular features, slanted bright hazel eyes and long brown hair draped over her shoulders. Dagmāra Ratnieksa a slim redheaded Latvian, her reddish brown hair braided into a bun, sapphire blue eyes sparkled shrugged. “Perhaps they are getting suited up? We are always the last ones out of the shower, anyway.” Still wearing their towels the two girls entered the locker room. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Sasha enquired of the empty room. “Morning ladies!” A strange female accent yelled in between them, seizing both by their heads and clattering them together. Letting out yelps of pain the two girls collapsed onto the floor stunned.
Smirking at the stunned women at her feet, Csenge Szívós cocked her head, a wicked thought entering her mind. Bending down she sat on Dagmāra’s face while holding Sasha's face to her bosom, pressing down. “Yes, do you like that little Soviet's?” Csenge quipped hearing the muffled cries of the two girls, Dagmāra’s arms flailing around trying to pull the red headed Hungarian off of her but her struggles were getting weaker as Csenge adjusted her butt. Then letting out a muffled aroused sigh, Sasha went limp in Csenge’s ample cleavage and not long after Dagmāra’s arms fell outstretched onto the tiles. “There, there. Little reds, enjoy your naps…” After checking their pulses, Csenge stripped off their towels exposing their young naked athletic bodies; Sasha's well rounded breasts with dark brown areolas and clean shaven womanhood, while Dagmāra had more smaller pink areolas and a womanhood crowned with a trimmed triangle of auburn hair.
After tearing up the towels, Csenge bound and gagged the two naked young Soviets before taking their locker keys and retrieving their swimsuits. As she pulled on Dagmāra's suit finding it more her size, she turned noticing Margit walking towards her grinning. “You were always the stealthy one, Csenge. No one ever sees you coming.” Flashing the darker redhead a wink, she tossed Sasha's suit, Margit caught it deftly slipping off her Hungarian swimsuit and putting it on. “That’s what makes me such an effective winger, Margi. Come on, let's take them to Bogi, I think that's all of them.” Margit and Csenge threw the naked girls on their shoulders leaving the shower room.
The Soviet Team Locker Room, 11:25am
Surrounded by her girls, wearing the outfits of their soviet opponents who sat bound, naked with some still unconscious at their feet, Bogi smiled, getting on her haunches facing her opposite number. “How does it feel to be dominated and broken before your betters, Svetlana?” She tapped the woman's cheek, the blonde stayed quiet as all around her screamed into their gags. “It hurts you doesn't it? Well now you know how we felt when we heard how you crushed our revolution.” Her teeth clenched, eyes glistening with barely contained rage, she gripped the soviet captain's face. “How does it feels to live under the boot of another, huh? To be at our mercy? We could have quite easily killed you all in our grief but we didn't want to sink to your level.” Flicking her hand with contempt she rose to her feet.
That was then Emese walked by her side. “We felt humiliation was more preferable to your deaths, to teach you that…” she faltered a little, Bogi placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. “...you cannot keep the sons and daughters of Attila down. And soon, whether it's tomorrow or years from now we will be free of you.” Bogi nodded. “I trust captain, from one sportswoman to another you will not tell anyone about what happened here and bow out of the competition…” Behind her Tünde narrowed her eyes. “...or we'll find you and next time we won't be as gentle.” Then the Hungarian team filed out of the room, with Bogi taking up the rear leaving the bound soviet team to their thoughts.
Hungarian Team Dressing Room, 11:30am
As the rest of the team gave each other high fives and regaled each other with tales of how they subdued their rivals, Emese placed a hand on Bogi’s arm. Turning around to face her, she placed hands on her vice captain's shoulders. “Did we…did we do the right thing, Bogi? I know what we did back there won't bring them back.” Bogi rubbed her shoulders, placing her forehead on the brunettes. “I know it won't but it feels like justice and the dead deserve justice especially if the world won't give it to them. They will live on in our hearts and memories and they would be proud of all of us.” Emese smiled softly embracing her friend in a crushing bear hug. “I hope so, my friend.” As she returned the hug, the rest of the team came together embracing their feelings of vengeance leaving them, giving way to grief and hope for a better future.