Lieutenant Colonel Gustav Schumann was a man in whom a unique responsibility was invested by the Nazi regime.
Schumann headed a special Nazi camp which, in reality, constituted a brothel designed to furnish recreation and release to Nazi soldiers returning from major battle fronts.
As a means of supplying the men with just the right kind of physically alluring women a selective process was undertaken to bring to the Nazi brothel beautiful female Jewish captives, who would then be trained to furnish the needs of the men.
Schumann employed a strong hand in the training regimen, ordering a number of the girls to be brought to his private office. With doors locked and his guards waiting outside, Schumann would thereupon begin taking any liberties that he saw fit to engage in, his one and only objective that of bringing the young women out to the greatest extent.
Sylvia was a dark-eyed, beautiful young Jewess who had been captured by the Nazis and sent to the prison brothel to be exploited sexually. When she was brought to Schumann for the first time he was so impressed by her beauty of face and figure that he immediately promised to write a letter suggesting promotions for the men who had captured her.
As was so often the case with women toward whom he was personally attracted, Schumann wanted to break her in on his own.
What the Lieutenant Colonel ultimately discovers, however, is that the feelings which circulate through his body when he is in Sylvia's presence are different than those which had governed him in numerous previous instances with girls at the camp.
About the time that Schumann learns that he possesses a gold deal of tenderness toward beautiful young Sylvia he recognizes the extent of his dilemma.
CHAPTER ONE
Lieutenant Colonel Gustav Schumann was in a fresh, buoyant mood as he looked out the window of his office.
He had gone out and taken a brisk two-mile run, after which he had returned to the camp to engage in his vigorous morning exercise on the bars. If there was one thing that Gustav Schumann believed in, it was the physical fitness that his beloved Ferrer, Adolf Hitler, constantly advocated.
He liked the fact that he had been put in charge of a special camp. To the outside world it might have been considered an ordinary army camp, but to Lieutenant Colonel Schumann, the Fuhrer and the others in the Nazi High Command, it was a Nazi brothel. In it were kept some of the most beautiful women that the Nazis were able to capture, particularly those who were Jewish. That provided Schumann and others with particular delight, the idea of humiliating a beautiful, young Jewess and forcing her to engage in every kind of humiliating sexual activity.
Now that Schumann had finished his exercise for the morning, and had finished off a nutritional breakfast as well, which consisted of some hot cereal, some sausages, and some scrambled eggs, he was ready for the day's activities.
He reached into his desk and pulled out a copy of Mein Kampf, which he always read for at least a few minutes every morning for spiritual and intellectual enlightenment.
From the time that he was a very young man, Schumann had been attracted to the Fuhrer's program, and the moment that Hitler youth groups began to spring up throughout Germany, Schumann was quick to enlist his services.
As he finished reading a chapter of Mein Kampf, he looked out the window once more. As he did, his eyes were immediately attracted by the sight of a beautiful, dark-haired young woman in prison togs who was being led by no less than three of his men.
There was a loud knock on the door.
"Enter," Schumann called out in his booming, stentorian voice, always quick to register authority whenever the occasion required it.
"Heil Hitler," the men said, almost in unison.
"Heil Hitler," Schumann replied, raising his right hand rigidly. "Who is this girl?"
"Her name is Sylvia," one of the men said. "She came in yesterday afternoon from Rumania."
"Looks like she might be a little Jewess," Schumann said as he walked back and forth in the room, eyeing Sylvia's beautiful body and her dark alert, ever so piercing and sensitive eyes.
"She is."
"Very good."
"Shall we leave her with you, Commandant?" one of the men asked.
"You have searched her thoroughly?"
"She has no weapons," one of the men replied.
"Remain stationed outside the door anyway," Schumann barked out his command. "If she tries anything, we want to be ready for her. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Commandant."
"If there's anything that a Nazi knows and receives from his training, it's that he must be prepared at all times. The Ferrer had drummed this into all of us."
"It's absolutely vital, Commandant," one of the men went into a Nazi salute.
"You may leave us alone," Schumann smiled for the first time since the men had entered the room. "I think that the indoctrination session will be very interesting as far as this one is concerned."
"You did tell us, Commandant, to bring any of the very attractive ones to you. The ones that we deemed to be special."
"I certainly did and you have," he said. "I certainly won't forget this when I make out my next report concerning you men. There just might be some promotions in store for you if you keep up this kind of high-level work. I must commend you."
"Thank you, Commandant," one of the men said.
"Heil Hitler, and remain stationed by the door," he delivered one last salute.
The men saluted the Commandant back, after which they left the room.
Once the door closed behind him, Lieutenant Colonel Schumann's smile widened that much more. He licked his lips suggestively as he eyed beautiful Sylvia from head to toe.
"From. Rumania, huh?" he asked.
The girl looked at him with fearful concern.
"Yes, but please don't hurt me," she said. "I don't know anything about politics. I don't know anything about this war. I hope you will understand that."
"I can't understand how anybody would not know about this war," he barked a sharp retort. "It's absolutely vital to the entire world that this great Nazi regime assume control. We will reign for thousands of years. The Fuhrer is the great genius of mankind. He had united all of us."
By the time that Schumann completed his oration, he was barking at the top of his lings. Sylvia flinched, recognizing that Schumann took his politics very seriously. It was obvious to her that she had make a mistake in trying to palm herself off as apolitical. It had been a means of seeking some compassion, but she could see that Schumann was about the last man in the world who would be likely to dispense with compassion of any kind.
'Take off your clothes," Schumann said. "Stupid little pig. To say that you don't know anything about politics. The next thing you would have said was that you didn't care about politics. Disgusting. You thought this would curry favor with me. It didn't curry favor at all."
Despite Schumann's anger, a noticeable hardness began to surface in his crotch as he watched Sylvia ever so slowly and fearfully begin to remove the top of her striped prison uniform. As she wiggled out of the top of it, she let the shirt drop down to the floor as she revealed her gorgeous, unadorned breasts, which popped free of the confining material and registered ever so luminously in the sparkling morning warmth of the Lieutenant Colonel's office.
"What boobs," he sighed. "Yes, just like one of our gorgeous young frauleins, but you're very dark. I like this contrast. You look so appealing. You might be a little pig, but after all, we all enjoy a romp in the slime every now and then. All right, you little bitch, take off the bottom of the outfit."
Schumann's eyes rolled with ever-mounting eagerness as he watched the beautiful young Jewish girl reach down and pull at the bottom of the prison outfit. As she began to remove it, sliding it down her legs, her hips rolled instinctively. As they did, Schumann's huge, bulging cock extended itself even further as it dangled in his trousers and shorts.
"What a woman," he gulped. "Ohhh, do I love it. Do I love the looks of those legs. Such well-tapered thighs. Go ahead, come on, keep pulling, pig. Take it all off. You're gonna be totally naked for your Commanding Officer. The Commandant wants to see all of you. Faster, come on, pig, faster."
Schumann barked out his commands with the same air of military precision that he had employed so many times with his men. It gave him particular pleasure, however, to shout such commands to the beautiful women who came into his office, the ones he ever so ceremoniously broke in.
As he kept on watching, Sylvia continued to slide the bottom of the uniform down her legs and finally off of her. When she stepped out of the uniform, he examined her silky black pubic hairs and her ever-so-inviting pink vagina. He longed to reach out and touch her pussy, but before he did that he was determined to discipline her, to teach Sylvia the meaning of pain, something she would have to endure a great deal of in the Nazi brothel.
"I imagine you have a lot of boyfriends at home, isn't that right, young lady?" Schumann asked with a sensuous leer.
"No," she shook her head.
"You lie," he barked resoundingly.
"No, Commandant. I don't lie. I have a fiance."
"How interesting. Tell me about this fiance."
"His name is Max and he works as a teacher."
"How fascinating. A man of intellect. That must make you a woman of intellect."
"I do not know. I just know that I love Max."
"Forget about Max," the Commandant's voice crackled sharply. "Get down on your knees. Fast, on your knees."
Immediately Sylvia responded to the Commandant's command, dropping quickly to her knees. As she did so, Schumann walked toward her. He leaned forward, reaching out with his huge, ham-like hands and clutching at her buttocks.
The Commandant longed to clutch her ass cheeks sharply with his fingers. He kept pressing them tightly against the firm folds of flesh, crushing the flesh with every quick stab.
"Ohhh," she gulped. "Ouch. Ohhh, ahh."
"So it hurts," he laughed. "This is just part of the discipline process, my dear. You pig. You'd let Max do this to you. You'd probably let him do anything to you. But enough for Max. There's no reason to talk about him. We must talk about each other. That's what we must do."
He removed his fingers from her ass cheeks, then began to slap sharply and rigidly at her buttocks. The quicker that his devastating fingers slashed against her ass cheeks, the louder that the skin popped and the louder that she gasped as she responded to his slapping stabs.
"I like that," he said. "I enjoy popping skin. Particularly when it belongs to a Jewish bitch. My manhood is brought out to its ultimate then. Ah, do I like slapping you."
Even though her skin was rapidly reddening and she felt waves of pain, Sylvia did her best to suppress any loud gasps. She realized what a mistake she had made earlier when she had emitted sounds of pain when the Commandant would continue to engage in brutal conduct just as long as he felt it was justified.
He slapped her time and again, and now the tears were welling in her eyes, but she still wasn't about to make any noise. No, Sylvia thought, it could possibly be a matter of life and death. She recognized just what an egomaniac Lieutenant Colonel Schumann was, and suddenly, despite the incessant pain that she was feeling, her brain was clear enough to hatch a course of action.
If the Commandant was an egomaniac, then perhaps the way to get on his good side, provided there was one, was through appealing to that ego. She would do her best to make him feel all powerful, to treat him as if he definitely were all powerful, in short, to pander to the Commandant, as painful as it was to her and as much as she detested it. She realized that her life probably hung by a tenuous thread, and so Sylvia knew that it was a question of survival, of doing everything that she could to endure her stay and keep alive the prospect of once again returning home.
Once that the Lieutenant Colonel finished slapping Sylvia's buttocks ever so roughly, he looked down at the worn, red skin.
"That was a good discipline lesson to begin with," the Commandant nodded. "There will be much more, young pig."
As Sylvia remained on her knees, she watched as the Commandant reached down with the anxious fingers of his right hand. He undid his zipper, slid it down his trousers, then reaching inside of his open fly and pulling out his long, dangling, ever so rigid and eager penis.
"A good Nazi hard-on," he said. "I maintain a good diet. I exercise. I live just the way a Nazi superman should. So that makes me very virile, as you can see. Come on over here, you little bitch. Grab a hold of this cock. Not that you're deserving of touching it. I'm going to let you do it anyway. Run your slimy fingers up and down my hard, clean, Nazi cock."
The Commandant's tree-trunk legs shook as Sylvia reached out and made a grab for his hard, scorching cock. She recognized that if she complimented his virility it certainly wouldn't do her any harm.
"Commandant, what a beautiful cock you have," she said. "Any woman who has loved it has been so lucky. So very lucky."
"Yes, bitch, that is what I always say," the Commandant nodded eagerly. "Just run your fingers over it smoothly. You can press them more tightly. Hold on tightly, bitch. Come on, hold onto my cock. Run your fingers over it. Yes, ohhh, come on, run them over my dick."
The Commandant smiled brightly as Sylvia obeyed his commands. Her fingers moved fluidly up and down the long, excited surface of his flaming dick.
"All right, now you can start sucking my balls," Lieutenant Colonel Schumann barked. "Come on, I command you, bitch. Suck my balls. Suck my warm, beautiful nuts. You're so fortunate to have a cock like mine, balls like mine. If you only knew how lucky you were."
Her tongue began to glide back and forth as it circulated against the Commandant's warm testicles.
The longer that Sylvia sucked the Lieutenant Colonel's balls, the more she realized just how much she was appealing to his ego. By registering feigned enthusiasm and manipulating her fingers simultaneously up and down the long piercing surface of his excited phallus, she was hoping that she could at least buy herself some time. If she could remain alive for a few months then, perhaps, through some miracle, her fiance Max would be able to rescue her from this terrible ordeal. He had been secretly active in the underground for a number of months, and she was afraid that if that fact ever were uncovered, she would be immediately killed. They had made a check of all of her friends and relatives after they had abducted her from her home, so Sylvia knew that it would have been pointless to lie about Max. The only thing she could do was lie about his activities. All she would tell anyone was that he was a teacher and someone that she loved very much.
All the while her tongue kept on circulating, working back and forth against the Commandant's ever-swelling nuts. Finally he decided that it was time for her to launch into the next stage of the action, wherein she would grind her tongue against his huge, excited prick.
"Go down on my hard Nazi prick," Lieutenant Colonel Schumann shrieked. "Come on, bitch. You should be a good cock sucker. You've undoubtedly sucked lots of cocks. Probably not just your fiance's. Probably many. That's my guess. Go ahead. Come on, suck me."
In point of fact Sylvia had only gone down on one man, her lover and fiance Max. As a matter of fact, she had only done it some two or three times, and Max had been the only man in her life, the only one she had done anything more than pet with.
But she wasn't about to argue with anything that the Commandant said. It he wanted to believe that she was a loose bitch then she would permit him to adhere to such misconceptions. The main thing was to please the beast, no matter how much she detested it.
Sylvia wrapped her fingers securely around the Commandant's wet, warm testicles, which she had sucked ever so thoroughly for such a long period of time. As she held on tightly to his scorching nuts, she reached down and started to grind her tongue against his long, flowing arsenal. Up and down she worked her tongue skillfully against his superb, rangy cock. The faster that she flung her tongue against his huge, agitated pole, the closer that she recognized she was pushing this beast toward the point of climax.
"Keep sucking me," the Commandant continued to bark out his commands. "Ohhh, you pig, you're a good cock sucker. You've sucked many cocks. I was so right. Oh, yes, you've done it many, many times. So keep it up. Keep driving your tongue. Come on, drive it up and down my long dick. I have such a beautiful cock. A wonderful cock. So keep on sucking. Yes, I love those crisp sucks. I love your crisp finger action. Hold onto my testicles. Tighter, come on, tighter."
While Sylvia ever so desperately clutched at the Commandant's balls, doing everything that she could to please him, her long, quick, red tongue continued to work piercingly as it pushed up and down his hard, smoldering pecker. While she constantly sucked his cock at a rapid rate, he reached down and made a grab for her hair.
As Lieutenant Colonel Gustav Schumann moved within seconds of orgasm, he reached out and pulled ever so tightly at Sylvia's hair. He tugged and twisted with his fingers, and the tighter that he probed with them, the louder that his animal-like wails and gasps became. His quickly contorting body twisted back and forth as he got set to unleash every droplet of his hot, flowing, phallic fluid.
"Ahhh, bitch, suck it all out of me," he said. "If you know what's good for you, you'll swallow every drop of it. Yes, ohhh, come on, swallow my juices. Swallow the hot drops. The liquids are going to spray. Yes, come on, swallow my cock spray. Ooooh, ahhh, oooh, my nice Nazi cock is gonna shoot its juices. All that virile, white cream. Swallow it. Come on, Jew bitch, swallow my hot cum."
The Lieutenant Colonel's hips swung from side to side with uninhibited glee as the searing droplets of his thick, hot, white fluid spilled passionately from the end of his excited, scorching dick.
"Swallow it," he said, tugging at her hair even more tightly than before. "Come on, swine. Ahhh, swallow it, swallow it, bitch."
His hips kept on rolling, twisting back and forth as he gasped more loudly than ever. He watched the last few drops of his thick, piercing phallus fluid shoot from the end of his stiff, excited prong and into Sylvia's mouth.
"You can turn loose now," he said. "Turn your tongue loose from my hard cock."
CHAPTER TWO
The Commandant was delighted over the cock suck that Sylvia had supplied for him.
Already he was beginning to think that perhaps this was the most promising girl in his entire entourage, one that would please the Nazi High Command with her bedroom skills. The Nazi brothel would be restricted only to some of the top officers. The Ferrer himself had been the brains behind it creation, relating that it was imperative for the High Command to remain in an enthusiastic state of morale, and that nothing could conceivably provide them with a greater measure of enjoyment than the ready access of some of the most beautiful available women.
The longer that the Commandant stared at Sylvia's beautiful nude body, the more impressed he became with the fact that she was indeed a jewel. He kept thinking about the men who had brought her to him. Yes, he thought, a report would be issued immediately to his superiors. He would recommend immediate promotions for all of them, which was certainly justified as far as he was concerned, based upon their performance.
His fingers slid up and down his still-hard cock, which had lost just a little juice, and which would soon be ready for so much more action. Instinctively the Commandant reached out and began to remove his Nazi uniform. Ever so carefully he removed the swastika armband, then stepped up the pace as he took off his clothes.
"I'm proud of my strong German body," he said. "You've been fucking with this vile character Max, whoever he is. You'll find that he can't compare in virility to somebody like me. As a matter of fact, you're going to love sex with me so much that you'll finally be happy that you were taken away from there. You'll endure pain as well, but this will still be a preferable alternative to you."
He finished removing his clothes, pointing proudly once more to his long, excited cock.
"Just look at my steely cock," he said. "I'm proud of it and have ever right to be.
Sylvia realized that she was receiving another opportunity to engage in profuse praise for the egomaniacal German officer.
"Yes, Commandant, it's a wonderful cock," she said. "I'm so proud just to look at it. It's so beautiful. It's so graceful, I like its silky texture. It's long, it's hard. It's everything any woman could ask for. I was so lucky to have been able to suck it. You were so right in telling me this."
The Commandant laughed loudly.
"Yes, now you are beginning to understand," he said. "All right, little bitch. Just lie on your back. Lie there on the rug."
In the corner of the room was a bear skin rug. Sylvia stretched out on top of it, lying on her back. Even though her body was trembling slightly with fear, she was doing everything that she could to masquerade her apprehensions. She was attempting to seem confident, and she even managed to force a smile as the Commandant slid his bulky, rock-hard body downward.
Even though he might have been a few pounds over-weight, Sylvia could easily see that most of his weight was muscle rather than fat. As his body tensed, she observed the sinewy muscles in his thighs and chest as he slid his hairy body downward, allowing his legs to stretch out on each side of her beautiful body.
"I will fuck you," he said. "I will fuck you to my heart's content."
The Lieutenant Colonel reached down with his left hand, allowing his piercing fingers to probe ever so gently and slowly against her black pubic hairs.
"What a nice triangle you have," he said. "Yes, bitch. I'm gonna use you as my little female dog. Little bitch whore. That's what you are, Sylvia, and you're gonna love every moment of it. Isn't that right?"
"I live to service you, Commandant," she gasped.
"How nice. Say that again. I love listening to you."
"I long to service you, Commandant."
"Oh, yes, such a wonderful feeling," the Commandant laughed. "All right, get ready, my love. You beautiful little pig. I'm going to pierce my fingers inside of your pussy. I'm going to do it until I drain some juices from your hot, scorching, womanly pit. What do you think of that?"
"Please do it, Commandant," she gasped. "I'm ready for anything you want to do to me. Yes, Commandant. Ohhh, I love these wonderful sensations. Just keep your fingers moving. Push them around. Glide them. Yes, ahhh, I want you to glide them. Glide your fingers carefully. Move them around my pussy."
The Commandant continued to eagerly apply his fingers to his victim's pussy hairs. After keeping up his quick, ever-increasing pace, he allowed his fingers to slide inside of her vagina. Even though Sylvia hated everything that the Commandant stood for, his finger ministrations were so quick, so effective, and so vigorous that she couldn't help but respond as he kept working them commandingly, grinding them ever so deeply as he pushed and probed with his fingers inside of her moist twat.
"I like the way your hips are moving," the Commandant laughed. "Come on, keep them grinding. I like that. Ahhh, you little bitch. There is hope for you. I'm gonna make a woman out of you yet. HI make a woman out of you that your fianc, would never recognize. Now you're going to develop. You're with virile Nazi men, the kind of men who understand just how a Jewish bitch needs to service them."
His fingers kept on grinding, working back and forth as he plunged them piercingly inside of her moist, twisting slit. The quicker that he probed, the closer that he pushed her toward the point of orgasm.
"Ahhh, keep grinding your legs," he sighed. "Move them back and forth. I love this. Ohhh, ahhh, ooooh, I love it."
A few fiery, rapid-fire finger thrusts later, the juices began to splash from Sylvia's pussy and into the Lieutenant Colonel's hand.
Sylvia could hardly conceive of what was happening. She hated this man more intensely than anybody she had ever met and yet, through careful probing finger stabs he had excited her enough so that she was able to orgasm.
As Lieutenant Colonel Schumann removed his fingers from her vagina, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a certain amount of guilt. After all, this was the only man she had ever had sex with other than Max. To suck his cock had been something forced upon her, but certainly she didn't have to orgasm. That was something that just happened through the Commandant's expert finger movements.
"Splendid, just splendid," the Commandant laughed. "I'll fuck you some more. I will do everything to you. I'm going to break you in properly, my dear. Yes, you little bitch, you're very lucky. You're going to have the best teaching you. None other than the Commandant himself. How does that make you feel?"
"It makes me feel very good, Commandant," she sighed.
"Good, because that's the way I expect you to react. Anything short of that would be dealt with ever so severely. I hope you recognize that. You can't take any liberties around here."
"No, Commandant."
CHAPTER THREE
The Commandant licked his lips suggestively once more, letting Sylvia know just how indispensable it was for him to enjoy her in sex once more.
He had brought her off through his vigorous finger stabs inside of her moist, pink twat, and now he was eager to test her some more, to plunge his swift, recoiling body forward and let his long, dagger-like cock grind its way inside of her mound.
"Just spread your legs a little," he said. "Yes, bitch. We're going to have some special action now. You're going to learn what love making is all about."
The Commandant's hard, racing cock made its first forceful penetration inside of Sylvia's pussy lining. His hard-charging cock worked back and forth, driving zestfully as he propelled it with stirring eagerness inside of her organ.
Sylvia felt the waves of pain from his sharp, determined stabs, but through it all she wasn't about to complain. No, despite what this man was, she was going to tolerate it all. It was her only opportunity for survival she knew full well.
Lieutenant Colonel Schumann kept on working his hard, savage spear, driving it ever deeper as he pumped and throbbed it inside of her nest. He liked the way that his prisoner whipped her hips and thighs as she reacted to his steadily grinding attack. A few propulsive, piercing peter thrusts later, the juices began to splash from the end of his hard, dynamic cock and into her snatch.
"Ohhh, bitch whore," he sighed. "You do have a tight pussy. It's very good. Ooooh, I love it."
As the Commandant removed his cock from her snatch, he placed the fingers of his left hand against her pussy hairs. Schumann enjoyed the tantalizing sensations of his fingers grinding against her warm, wet, matted pubic hairs. The swifter that he fingered them, the more excitement that reeled through his whole body as he prepared to send his surging, grinding tool into her pussy once more.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "I'm going to fuck you again. You can see just how much staying power a virile Nazi man has. I can juice again and again. It's such a thrilling feeling. It's so wonderful to slam my cock inside of you. I'll be shoving it inside of your pussy again. I'm gonna drive it. I'm gonna grind it hard. I'm gonna push with my dick."
His fingers kept on stirringly sliding as they worked first against her pussy hairs, then against her snatch. The deeper that he probed with his swift, busy fingers, the closer that the Commandant once again brought his helpless victim to climax.
Lovely Sylvia could scarcely comprehend all that was happening. Even though she continued to hate this beast more than she could ever believe, there was also a side of her that couldn't help but feel the waves of titillation every time that he skillfully manipulated his fingers deep inside of her box. He kept fingering ever so swiftly, shoving his fingers inside of her hot hole as he moved her that much nearer to an eager orgasm.
Her hips flipped back and forth, and finally the juices began to pour from her mound and into his hand.
"Another beautiful fuck," he laughed. "All right, I'm going to fuck you again. My hard cock is gonna plunge inside of you. I'm gonna let it slash. Am I ever gonna push it inside your hot pussy. You just wait, my love. I'm gonna do it. I'll ram it even harder than I did the first time."
The Commandant worked his stiff, probing pecker forward, allowing it to move its way inside of her snatch. He heaved a sigh as he observed the way that her buttocks twisted under the steady onslaught of his quick, pulsating peter, which drove ever so determinedly and deeply as it made its way inside of her nest.
"Ooooh, are you tight," he laughed. "You little bitch, you. Oooh, I just love it. Do I love fucking your mound. I love letting myself go. Ooooh, ahhh, I'm getting so close again. The juices are ready to flow. They're ready to spill from my prick."
His hard, captivating rod kept on driving with lightning-like impact and force as he let it slash ever so gruelingly inside of her moist vagina. A few quick, forceful stabs later, the drops of his thick, hot, white phallic liquid began to spray from out of the end of his dick and into her snatch.
"Ooooh, ohhh, ohhh, I'm off again," he said. "I love letting the juices shoot. I feel so free. Ooooh, something like this makes my whole day. Wonderful. Ooooh, just like listening to a great speech by the Fuhrer."
When the Commandant removed his cock from Sylvia's pussy, she could feel the waves of pain from his quick, devastating, ever-so-forceful penis contact. Now that it was all over, she was determined to see that the Commandant was generously praised.
"Commandant, I've never been with anyone like you," she said, recognizing that she was telling the truth, even though she was trying to convey the opposite impression. "You really are unique. Very unique."
"You recognize what I stand for," Schumann said as he strutted proudly back and forth in the room. "I'm glad you are able to recognize my greatness. That speaks well for you. You might be a bitch, but at least you aren't a completely stupid one. You can recognize certain trends. All right, you can climb to your feet and put your clothes back on."
Sylvia felt a tremendous measure of relief when the Commandant told her that he was through with her for the day. Despite how happy she was, however, she made certain that she climbed to her feet expressionlessly. After all, if the Commandant ever got the idea that she didn't really like fucking with him, then she would find it that much more difficult to endure everything around the camp. So she played along, slowly putting her clothes back on, after which the Commandant called out to his men in the hallway.
"You may come and get her," he said. "I had a very enjoyable session. I think that I will see her again tomorrow morning at the same time."
"Very well, Commandant," one of the men saluted. "Heil Hitler."
"Heil Hitler," the Commandant replied.
The rest of the day was one of complete boredom for Sylvia, who was led back to her dark, naked cell. She was able to do nothing other than just lie on her bunk and stare at the ceiling. They wouldn't even allow her to read anything in the cell. She tried to sleep as much as she could, forcing the hours to pass, but sometimes sleep would not come.
She was provided with three meals of bread and water, after which she was told that she would be awakened early the next morning.
The following morning Sylvia was awakened and led to a private shower room, where she showered in full view of two Nazi guards who became enormously hot just watching her.
As she dabbed the soap against her pussy, she watched one of the men reach down and unzip his trousers. As she kept on sliding the soap around her body, the man reached out and made a grab for his long, flaming cock. As he began to pump his fingers up and down it, watching her showering all the while, his partner decided to do the same thing.
"Yes, that's a good piece of Jewish swine there," he said. "The little bitch looks like a great fuck."
He reached down and began to grind with his hot, sturdy fingers, working them lengthily and swiftly up and down his long, bulging cock.
It made Sylvia feel self-conscious to recognize that she was showering in full view of two horny men and that, on top of watching her, they had now become so excited that they were eager to slide their fingers up and down their huge, excited cocks until the juices had sprayed from their pricks.
The man who had begun first was now on the verge of climax. As he looked over at Sylvia, he observed her running the warm, invigorating soap bar over her breasts, creating a good deal of studs.
He loved the firm sight of her fleshy, well-proportioned, ever so tight and fluid breasts. He knew that if he just had an opportunity to touch their firm surface that he would be able to juice immediately. But the word was that neither he nor his guard friend nor anyone else other than the Commandant had access to Sylvia's body at this point in time. She was Lieutenant Colonel Schumann's own personal property, and the Commandant was eager to show her the ropes of love making in his own way without any interference from others.
The man's fingers moved against his stubby, fleshy cock a few more strokes. His legs finally shook in a state of quivering anxiety as the juices began to pour from the end of his fiery, fluid-filled peter and into his hands.
"Ohhh, what a bitch," he looked over at his friend and smiled. "She is so beautiful. She is so wonderful to watch."
By then his friend was almost on the verge of an explosion of his own. His quick fingers kept pressing, working spiritedly as they glided up and down his rock-hard organ.
He watched as she slid the soap up and down her firm, warm legs.
"Very nice," he smiled. "Yes, that's so very nice."
The man sighed loudly as he kept on working his fingers ever so rapidly up and down his long, jack-handle-like piston. He watched as lovely Sylvia reached down and slid the soap inside of her ass crack, then up and down her firm, long, dangling legs.
"Ooooh, what a fraulein," the man gulped. "I don't care if she is Jewish. She's still a good piece of ass."
"Doesn't mean Jewish women aren't good pieces of ass," the other man winked. "It just means that they should serve the right purpose for the Nazi cause. They should just spread their legs and be content to be fucked by virile men like us."
The man nodded, continuing to press his fingers against his warm, excited cock as the juices started to spray voluminously from the end of his long, excited organ and into his hands.
"Splendid," he gulped. "Ahhh, so very splendid. To be finger fucking in front of this beautiful woman."
The two guards watched in silence as Sylvia finally finished cleaning off her body. It was her impression that soon she would be led into the Lieutenant Colonel's office, where she would once more be expected to engage in some sex with him.
Once that she stepped ever so nimbly out of the shower, one of the men handed her a clean white towel. His cock continued to bulge as he stared at her, eyeing her body with great hunger.
Once she finished drying off her body, she put on her clothes, then was led into her cell.
Much to her surprise, the food was much better this time around. She had a thick, juicy steak and a baked potato, along with an entire pitcher of orange juice.
"Courtesy of the Commandant," one of the guards said. "He wants to make sure that you have a nice healthy breakfast. You see, he realized that you will be burning off energy in his office."
The other guard laughed ever so loudly as the first man finished his comment.
"Yes, burning off much energy," the man said, causing both of them to laugh.
CHAPTER FOUR
The men led beautiful Sylvia into the Commandant's office.
As Sylvia arrived in the room, she observed the Commandant in push-up position, gliding his body up and down with great determination.
"Oh, yah, she's here," Schumann said, propelling himself upward from the floor. "Just getting in a little exercise. A man must be always ready when he's a member of the Fuhrer's army. I'm sure that you can understand that, my sweet little bitch."
"Yes, I surely can," Sylvia smiled.
"You men may leave," he said. "I want to be alone with the fraulein bitch."
"I don't blame you, Commandant," one of the men smiled. "If I was in command of a place like this and this beautiful woman was mine, I think I would keep her to myself."
"She will not be kept only to myself," the Commandant erupted angrily. "I'm just breaking her in. Do you understand? I have no sympathy for this little whore. I have sympathy for none of them. They're just serving a cause. They're fulfilling a common purpose, recreation for our soldiers. It's all in the name of winning a great Nazi victory. You understand, fool?"
"Yes, Commandant."
"I have just made a favorable report about you to the company headquarters but I will make out a fresh one if I hear anymore of this kind of nonsense. I don't want you addressing me in such a familiar way. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Commandant."
"Then be gone with you. Both of you. I'll call you when I want you. Heil Hitler."
"Heil Hitler," the men saluted.
As the Commandant closed the door behind the two men, he looked over at Sylvia. He frowned.
"Insubordination, that's one thing I'll never tolerate," the Commandant said angrily, slamming his hand on top of his desk. "You understand that?"
"I do, Commandant. I am very impressed with you. You handled that like such a man. You would not let one of your subordinates get away talking that way. You must maintain discipline. Unless you maintain discipline, you cannot hope to accomplish what' you have to."
"I'm glad you understand that," the Commandant began to gradually calm down. "As long as you can see things from my standpoint, then your chances are much better. Do you recognize that?"
"Yes, Commandant."
"Very good. Take off your clothes. Take them off quickly. I'm not going to waste one solitary moment of time. My time is very valuable. You understand that?"
"Yes, Commandant."
The Commandant reached down and undid his zipper, pulling his hard, rigid penis out of his shorts. He masturbated tenaciously, grinding his fingers up and down the full, lengthy surface of his scorching dick as he watched beautiful Sylvia remove her clothes.
"Nice, that's very nice," he said. "I like that. Ahhh, I like your beautiful ass. I love your beautiful body."
The Commandant kept on working his fingers tenaciously up and down the full length of his stiff, hard shaft. The faster that he rotated them, the closer he edged toward an orgasm. Eventually he released his fingers from his scorching stick, watching as Sylvia continued to remove her clothes. The one thing he recognized was that he had to give himself a chance to shoot his juices properly. Even though it would have been fun to jerk off, he didn't want to waste one droplet of juice in front of this gorgeous woman, with whom he wanted to share the pleasurable intimacies of orgasm.
The Commandant's eyes widened alertly as he observed Sylvia slide the bottom of her prison uniform down her legs and off of her. As she stepped out of the uniform, she reached down impulsively with her right hand, beginning to glide her fingers inside of her pussy. She was testing the Commandant, seeing if she could get him to react through a spontaneous action of her own.
Her effort proved to be highly successful in stimulating the Nazi Lieutenant-Colonel. His hard, excited penis stood virtually on end as he let it dangle in his fingers. All the while his entire body remained at rigid attention as he kept staring at Sylvia, watching her as she played with her pussy.
"Get it off," he said. "I like that, bitch. Your fingers are working beautifully. Keep on sliding them. Yes, ahhh, slide them inside your pussy. You slimy little bitch whore. I love it. Ohhh, are you sexy."
Every now and then her buttocks would enticingly" wiggle, flipping flexibly back and forth as her fingers kept on skyrocketing with great rapidity as she ground them hard and deep inside of her moist, invigorated nest. A few twisting strokes later the juices began to pour from her hot gash and into her hand.
"Ahhh, ohhh, ahhh, it feels great," Sylvia said. "Commandant, ohhh, I feel so uninhibited around you. I guess it's because you're such a beautiful man. So virile, so wonderful, so masculine, so forceful. So strong."
"Yes, that must be it," the Commandant laughed.
Sylvia immediately began to recognize just how successful her efforts were as the Commandant began to strip off his clothes. She was a little fearful that perhaps she'd come on too strong, and in the process had excited this sensual madman to an extent that she had not anticipated.
Soon he reached down and began to move his swift, grinding fingers up and down the torrid base of his hard, determined cock. The swifter that his elusive fingers maintained contact with his vigorous digit, the greater the excitement that she could see reeling throughout his body. The Lieutenant Colonel's eyes danced as his surging finger contact continued with his long dick. When he finally removed his fingers from it, he barked out another command.
"Get down on your back," he pointed. "Come on, bitch, on your back. I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you a way that you've never been fucked before. At least I'll bet you haven't been screwed that way. Have you ever let any man mouth fuck you?"
"I went down on you yesterday, Commandant. Don't you remember?"
"That isn't what I mean, you slimy bitch," he said. "I mean, have you ever had a man just slide his rangy dick inside of your mouth, to plunge his spear into you until all of the juices shot? That's what I'm talking about. Have you ever had that happen before?"
"No, Commandant."
"It will happen right now," he said proudly, shoving his chest forward with great pride and tensing his biceps. "You just wait. This rock-hard body is destined to dominate you."
The Commandant dropped down to his knees, which trembled with ever greater exhilaration as he pushed his huge, pulsating stem forward and inside of her mouth.
Immediately she felt the devastation of Lieutenant Colonel Schumann's stiff staff as he worked it with lightning zeal inside of her mouth. The faster that he rotated and pushed his quick, stirring prick inside of her, the more difficulty she found in being able to breathe at all. But she still couldn't help but feel a certain excitement from the wild, spasmodic flow of activity that generated from his huge, scorching dick, which grinded ever so impactfully inside of her mouth as he worked his way that much nearer to the state of a glorious and fulfilling orgasm.
While the Commandant charging body kept on working, grinding with swiftness one moment, then slowing down the next, he reached down and let his hard, tight fingers grab hold of her breasts.
He held on ever so firmly, moving his fingers with pulsating desire as he pushed them against her tits. The tighter that he squeezed with his fingers, the harder that he pushed his grinding dick as he worked it all the way to the base of her throat, moving ever nearer to the state of a glorious climax.
"Ahhh, I'm so close," he said. "I love it. Yes, ohhh, I love it."
The faster that his flinging, desirous organ kept on slashing as it worked its way inside of her mouth, the closer that he manipulated his way toward the state of a wild and exhilarating climax. His hard, commanding peter kept on doing the job, blasting sharply as it worked its way ever so deeply inside of his victim's mouth.
For a while Sylvia began to fear that maybe she wouldn't be able to breathe again. She kept on receiving his blasting, devastating prick twists and stabs as he worked with everything that he could muster, slamming his sturdy penis as it worked ever deeper inside her and propelled its way closer to the all-conquering moment when its juices would flow from the very tip of it.
"Ohhh, what a mouth you have," he said. "You're gonna take it, bitch whore. You'll swallow it. Ahhh, you'll really swallow it. It's all gonna splash. It's gonna spill from the end of my dick."
By then the Commandant could feel the tickling, tingly sensations which over poweringly circulated inside of his warm, bulging nuts. He slammed his piercing, throbbing member forward a few more times, then heaved one ultimate last sigh as the juices started to pour from the end of his blazing stick and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, ohhh, ahhh, ooooh, you're swallowing it," he said. "All the fiery juices are shooting. What a feeling. Oooh, ahhh, ahhh, I love it. It's such a glorious feeling. Ooooh, ahhh, ahhh, ooooh, I love it. Ooooh, ahh, it's blasting out of me. It's blasting so nicely. What a fuck. Ooooh, ahhh, what a spirited, wonderful fuck. It's great. Ahhh, ohhh, it's so great. I love it so much."
When Gustav removed his long scorching dick from her mouth, he reached down with his right middle finger, allowing it to stiffly probe its way inside of Sylvia's anus. Her whole body trembled as she responded with great surprise, not able to comprehend just what this man was capable of as he moved from one step of the action to the next.
He kept on rifling with his firm, hot finger, grinding it deep inside of her anus. The swifter that his propelling, sturdy finger ground and gripped as it worked its way inside of her ass hole, the more flourishing the excitement became within the Commandant, who was becoming accustomed to every uninhibited nuance of his passionate body as it related to his beautiful victim.
"Ahhh, I'm really gonna finger your ass," the Commandant laughed. "I'm gonna finger it good. I'm gonna sodomize you. Has your fiance ever stuck his long dick up your ass hole?"
"No, he never has," she replied fearfully.
"He really isn't much of a man then," he laughed. "He hasn't begun to experience some of the beautiful sensations that he could have. Well, I'm going to experience them. I'm gonna fuck your ass hole. I'm gonna push my cock inside of your hot ass. You're gonna feel it. You're gonna feel pain, but you're gonna enjoy that pain."
He kept on pushing his hot, winding finger ever deeper inside of her ass hole. Each and every time that the Lieutenant Colonel observed the way that her body instinctively twisted in response to his quick, jerking, propelling movements, the harder and more erotically inspired his thick staff became. Soon he would be grinding his wielding dick inside of her ass hole, pushing with it with piercing desire until all of the juices would skyrocket from the end of his hot, excited, ever-so-volcanic dick.
When Gustav removed his finger from his prisoner's anus, he reached up and made a grab for her thighs. He held on tightly, squeezing her so hard that her skin turned white. That caused her entire body to tense as he eventually threw her legs over his shoulders. His finger continued to clutch piercingly against her firm, fleshy thighs for a few more seconds, following which he then eased the pressure and prepared to grind his hard, desire-filled prick inside of her.
"You're going to be introduced to the act of sodomy," he smiled. "It's just another of your series of lessons, fraulein. Yes, my delightful little bitch whore. You've done very well so far, and you're going to continue to prosper under my teaching. I'm pushing my prick inside of you. I'm gonna let it slash. I'll be driving it inside of your ass hole until all of the juices shoot."
With great pride, the egomaniacal German officer hurled his stiff, throbbing staff forward, letting it work its way inside of her ass hole for the first time.
Even though Sylvia tried to suppress the sound of pain, she could not completely do it. Gustab heard a muffled gasp, but was not about to let it affect him. He knew that she would have to experience some pain in the act of wild sodomy, and that was not about to ruffle him. No, the Commandant thought, his purpose was a single one-to fuck her tight ass hole until all of the juices had been drained from the end of his ever-surging cock.
With blinding desire he kept on working his swift, humping cock forward, letting it crisply penetrate as it worked its way deep inside of Sylvia's anal passage. Every now and then she had to close her eyes and grimace since she was feeling such acute pain, but Gustav was not about to let up.
His hard, thundering prick kept on working, pumping vigorously as he pushed it deep inside of her, ramming into her sphincter muscle, slashing all the way to her rectum.
"Ooooh, this is good," Gustave said. "What an ass you have. It's a beautiful, curvaceous ass."
While the Commandant kept on ever so gruelingly sliding his swift, anxiety ridden pole deep inside of her, he reached out and ground his fingers against her ass cheeks. He squeezed ever so tightly, pushing his fingers against her fluid flesh as he registered pumping stab after stab, working his way that much nearer to the state of an ecstatic, semen-exploding climax.
"Ohhh, what fucking, what fucking, what fucking," he murmured.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Lieutenant Colonel's quick, smooth cock kept on penetrating as it dug deep inside of Sylvia's ass hole.
Even though she could still feel waves of pain from his swift, all-conquering stabs, she didn't feel the same degree of emotions she had earlier. She was able to tell that her body was becoming a whole lot more accustomed to the knife-like stabs of her captor, who kept on driving his hard, excited cock deep inside of her as he worked his way that much closer toward orgasm.
She heard the sounds of his hot, snarling gasps. Sylvia couldn't help but notice just how much they sounded like the sounds of a hungry animal. His quick, pulsating, ever so fleshy cock kept on grinding and wedging its way up between her piercing buns and into her ass hole as he drove ever nearer toward culminating his wild penis onslaught.
A few quick, commanding strokes later, the drops of his torrid white liquid started to shoot from the end of his knife-like dick and into her anus.
"There it goes," he sighed. "Ooooh, it's all out of me. It's shooting. Baby, it's really shooting. What a feeling."
When the Commandant removed his cock from her ass hole, Sylvia then began to feel the full measure of pain in her anus. The Lieutenant Colonel had worked his cock as rigidly as he knew how, and now as Gustav looked down at it again, he was ready to let it begin to surge once more.
Before he moved into more cock activity, however, Gustav looked down at his helpless lover and shouted out a command.
"Down on your hands and knees," Gustav said. "I want you to twist your butt. I want to watch your beautiful flesh as it moves."
Sylvia obediently slid her body around, climbing on her hands and knees as she looked down, tensing her body, getting it ready for some more onslaughts from her hot, excited lover, who was so eager to familiarize her with every phase of sex.
He worked his flaming finger forward, letting it grind its way inside of her ass hole. The quicker that he moved his finger as he ground it inside of her ass, the louder that she started to gasp as she responded to his efforts.
"Move your butt," he said. "I want to watch your beautiful butt slide. Come on, my darling. Push it around. Slide it back and forth."
As he removed his finger from her ass crease, he watched as she slid her ass cheeks prominently from side to side, letting them twist and pierce as he watched her quick, captivating, gliding ass process.
The longer that Gustavo's eyes remained in firm contact with Sylvia's buttocks, the tighter that the feeling became in his cock and balls. His testicles broiled with exhilarating enthusiasm as he prepared to send his sturdy, grinding member inside of her ass hole once more. He wanted to pump with his stiff staff, to drive it brilliantly as he worked it up between her buns and into her tightest inner crevice.
"All right, I'm going to finger fuck you again," he dramatically announced. "I'm giving your ass a good workout, my darling. I'm gonna keep pushing my finger inside it. I'm gonna let it grind hard. I'm gonna let it grind fast. Ooooh, are my balls ever smoldering with excitement. Just seeing your butt twitch gets me turned on."
He pushed his right index finger sturdily forward, letting it surge its way explosively inside of Sylvia's ass hole. The swifter that he assertively plunged his finger inside of her hot anal passage, the louder that she began to gasp. Sylvia decided that once more it would be a good idea if she said something about the Lieutenant Colonel's virility, a subject that he was always keenly interested in, particularly when it came to receiving compliments.
"My darling, what force you have," Sylvia said. "I love the way you send your finger into me. Come on, keep it grinding. Ahh, slide it inside my ass hole. What a wonderful, glorious feeling. Finger my ass. Finger it, my sweet. Oooh, ohhh, you're really doing a beautiful job, my dear. Ohhh, finger my ass hole."
"You appreciate me," Gustav laughed. "The little Jewish bitch is learning that a virile Nazi man can cope with her. All right, I will finger your ass. I'll keep on fingering it, and then I'll get ready to fuck it. I like the way your butt is twisting. Ohhh, what beautiful skin. It's so nice and firm."
His finger moved with emphatic swiftness for a few strokes more, after which Gustav then released it from her ass hole. He looked down at his torrid, steady dagger, which he knew was ever so ready to emphatically slice and stab inside of her ass hole.
Gustav propelled his weighty cock forward, letting it blast its way inside of her invigorated anal tunnel. She twisted her buttocks, closing her eyes and grimacing as she felt the waves of mounting pain piercing inside of her anus with each and every quick, emphatic stab that her lover sent forth inside of her.
"Ahhh, do I ever love this," Gustav exclaimed. "I'm as free as a bird as long as I'm fucking your ass hole. Oooooh, what sensations. What glorious, wonderful sensations."
His steady, flinging cock kept on driving, working thunderously as he whipped it hard and fast inside of her ass hole. All the while he was pushing himself that much nearer to the state of stinging climax, when the juices would splash from the end of his long, solid joy stick and into her ass hole.
A few thundering stabs later, the juices began to shoot out of the end of his hard, sweltering pole. He kept on effectively slamming his sliding pole into her, heaving deep sighs as the juices continued to shoot, blasting from the end of his rigid prong and into her ass.
"Ohhh, it's nice," he said. "This is so good. I love fucking your ass. Ooooh, ohhh, what fucking."
When he removed his cock from her anus, Gustav looked down at his still-excited peter. It was drooping just a little after his last orgasm, and he decided to summon his beautiful Sylvia to do something about it.
"Reach out and play with my dick," he gasped. "Come on, move your fingers against my pecker. Glide them up and down my dick. Fast, come on, do it quickly. I hare no time to waste. A man never does when he's this horny."
Her fingers worked to the ultimate of her capacity, grinding solidly as they kept probing up and down the base of his steely! rigid tool. The swifter that she kept on grinding her fingers against his hot, blistering pole, the greater the emotions of supercharged sensuality that he felt throughout his erotic body.
"You can let go now," he finally said. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy this time."
When his lover released her fingers from his excited prick, the Commandant reached out and made a grab for her legs. His fingers worked up and down her smooth, trim thighs as he pushed his slicing penis forward, letting it work its way inside of her flaming organ.
The more rapidly that his churning, blazing cock blasted inside of her mound, the closer that Gustav found himself moving toward yet another orgasm.
"Keep moving your hips," he said. "I like those sensations. Yes, I like it when you move your hips. This is wonderful. Ohhh, my cock's just dancing. I love it. Ooooh, I love fucking your pussy."
All the while, Sylvia did her best to respond to every quick, crackling peter stab that the Commandant asserted. Her hips and legs kept on sliding and twisting, moving with methodical zeal as he drilled her solidly, maintaining his steady flow of action as he moved ever nearer to the state of an exhilarating conclusion.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm about off," he said. 'Do I ever love this. Baby, ohhh, what fucking. Do I ever enjoy it. Ooooh, ahhh, baby, I'm really screwing."
His stiff, excited pole was breathing fire as he panted and roared, blasting with his sharp, stinging dagger as he whipped it ever so frenziedly and deeply inside of her mound. All the while he kept pushing that much closer to that exciting culmination when the juices would race from the end of his torrid phallus. By then he could feel the warm waves of titillating excitement focusing in his balls, and that prompted him to propel his stiff, decisive dick that much more sharply as he whipped it inside of her cunt.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, oooooh," he said. "I'm gonna slap your butt. I'm gonna slap your butt and juice."
He reached out with both hands and slapped at his lover's buttocks, heaving loud sighs as the fluid droplets started to pour from the end of his volcanic, inflamed peter and into her pussy.
"Ooooh, ohhh, it's so great, ohhh, it's so wonderful to be off," the Commandant said. "What a pussy. It's so tight. Just like your ass hole. This is like heaven. Ooooh, it's like heaven to screw your snatch."
When the fucking was all over, the Commandant ordered Sylvia to put her clothes back on.
"You're making excellent progress," he told her.
"Thank you, Commandant."
"As a matter of fact, your progress has been such that I'm already prepared to make use of you. There are two officers that will be in camp tomorrow. I received a wire from them today. They will have returned from an African campaign with our great Field General Rommel. I'm sure you've heard of him. He is called the Desert Fox."
"Yes, I've heard of him."
"These are two very distinguished officers. I'm going to give you the opportunity to meet them tomorrow evening. In the meantime you will just rest, my dear. As a matter of fact, how is everything?"
"Fine, Commandant. The food could be improved a little, though, and I would appreciate it if I could read something. Light fiction. Anything."
Her heart beat when she finished her comment. Sylvia could hardly believe what had just come from her lips. But the Commandant had asked her if everything was fine, and instead of lying and telling him that it was, she had told him the truth, that the food could stand improvement and that she was in effect bored just lying in her bunk with nothing to do.
"I will talk to my subordinates about it," Commandant said crisply. "Fortunately you didn't speak with insubordination. I asked you a question. Any time that your opinion means something, I'll ask a question. I hope you understand. That's the way a well-disciplined army mind like mine works. That's the way that the Fuhrer likes to run his entire precise military operation."
"Yes, Commandant. I understand."
"But I will look into these matters," the Commandant assured her.
"Thank you, Commandant," Sylvia smiled.
Sylvia was led back to her cell. She wondered just what would happen now that she had expressed her requests to Lieutenant Colonel Schumann.
CHAPTER SIX
Sylvia was amazed over just how well she was treated after she registered her complaint to the Commandant.
Her guards were equally amazed over the fact that the Commandant had issued an order whereby Sylvia would receive the same food that the officers partook of in their mess hall. It bothered them to think that he was violating his own order in terms of keeping the prisoners down.
In terms of explaining why he had taken that particular stand, the Commandant stated that Sylvia was slated to entertain the highest echelon of Nazi officers and that, therefore, it would be best for her to be well fed so that she would be able to expend herself to the fullest in meeting their demands.
The evening of the day following that when she had last been in his office and had made the requests, she was summoned from her cell.
She had been reading a book that afternoon, one of several that had arrived at her cell, also by direct order of the Commandant.
The guards walked her down a hallway and into a private banquet room, where three men were sitting at a banquet table. They wore no shirts, and once that Sylvia entered the room, the three of them jumped up from the table and walked toward her.
It wasn't until the guards had left, closing the door behind them and leaving her alone with the three men, that Sylvia recognized that all of them were completely nude.
One of them was the Commandant and the other two were a pair of ruggedly constructed men with broad shoulders who looked enough alike to be brothers. They both appeared to be around six feet tall, both had blond hair, and both wore their hair closely cropped in butch-style haircut.
"Fraulein, I want you to meet these two gentlemen," the Commandant greeted Sylvia with a smile. "This is, Captain Walter and this is Captain Hagg."
The two men nodded humorously, staring at Sylvia, who continued to stand there stiffly in her prison uniform.
"Take your clothes off," Captain Walter commanded.
"Yes, Captain Walter," she dutifully replied.
"I see you have her properly trained," Captain Hagg said. "That's very good."
"I quite naturally wouldn't subject two such distinguished soldiers and veterans of our African campaign to anything other than the best," the Commandant smiled, "and that means a beautiful woman who knows what her place is."
"She looks Jewish," Captain Walter exclaimed as she began to remove her clothes.
"She is. She's a gorgeous little bitch whore," the Commandant said. "As a matter of fact, I broke her in myself."
"Very good, Commandant," Captain Hagg chuckled, looking first at the Commandant, then at scintillating Sylvia.
As she removed her prison outfit, her hips undulated wildly from side to side. She decided that she might just as well make these two men as much at home as possible. Up until that particular point in time, she had never even known that such a banquet hall existed. She could see the leftover food on the plates. It looked as if the men had indulged in Cornish game hens, some baked potatoes, sauerkraut, and champagne.
As she kept on wiggling her body, twisting her ripe, firm buttocks, the two men reached down and began gripping their fingers against their hard cocks.
"We shall go into the bedroom," the Commandant ordered crisply. "Follow us, Sylvia."
Sylvia walked behind the three German officers. Captains Walter and Hagg kept on grinding their fingers up and down their long, agitated cocks as the four of them strode into a large bedroom.
In the middle of the bedroom was a huge bed, and on all sides of it there were large mirrors. Sylvia could see that the room was specifically designed for screwing, and that she was the prime bait who would give these two returning army officers a wonderful evening of thrills.
"Get in bed," Captain Walter said, gesturing toward the bed.
Sylvia glided her nude body inside of the bed. Once again she found herself feeling those same ripples of fear that had been a part of her at the time that she first met the Commandant. By then she was acclimated to the Commandant, despite the fact that he was not adverse to hurting her, but with these two men she could only guess what they might like to do.
Judging from the expressions on their faces, she viewed them to be two very cold, hardened army officers who would enjoy sex in any way that pleased them. They could not be expected to show her a great deal of mercy.
Captain Walter made the first move, reaching down and making a grab for Sylvia's legs. He held on so tightly that her body instinctively tensed.
"Relax, bitch whore," Walter exclaimed angrily. "I want you to relax. I don't like the idea of you tensing up."
Eventually Sylvia was able to make herself relax under the duress of the moment. His hot, hard hands kept on clutching against her thighs as the captain pushed his head down between her legs.
"You're a swine but I want to suck your cunt anyway," Captain Walter said. "It'll excite you, and the more that I excite you, the more that you'll want from me. But just relax. If there's one thing that I can't stand, it's women who tense up during sex."
His fingers began to work up and down her thighs at a swift pace as Captain Walter deposited his head between Sylvia's well-formed legs. His quick, volcanic tongue went promptly to work inside of her vagina. The more rapidly that he worked his sweltering organ, the closer and more dramatically that he pushed her toward the state of climax.
Once again Sylvia felt a little guilty over what was happening. She hated this swine of a man who believed in treating her like garbage, but still his tongue activity was so talented and his gestures so. over poweringly sweeping that she was brought quickly to the verge of a wild and exotic climax.
"Keep your tongue grinding," Captain Hagg called out encouragement to his fellow officer. "You're really exciting her. Come on, Walter. Keep it up."
Captain Walter's prompt, decisive tongue maintained its whirling-dervish pace as it kept on sweeping inside of her now moist twat, which was pushing ever nearer to the point when the juices would splash from her vagina and into her lover's mouth.
A few quick, convincing stabs later, the juices bolted her fiery organ and into Captain Walter's mouth.
"Ooooh, ooooh, your tongue's so good," she exclaimed. "Captain Walter, oooh, what a stud you are."
Walter removed his tongue from Sylvia's pussy, then heaved a deep sigh. He flexed his biceps several times, then snarled.
"Now I'm ready to use my cock," he said. "I tasted you, so now I'm gonna drive my burning spear into your pussy. It's been a long time since I've had a woman, and even longer since I've had a beautiful one. You are beautiful, you slimy little tramp. Just wait. My cock will burn inside of your organ. It'll slash inside of your box until all of the juices shoot."
The wild upheaval eagerly commenced as Walter tensed his body, then shoved his hard, expressive phallus forward, allowing it to make its first contact inside of Sylvia's mound.
The Commandant kept on watching the action. Under most circumstances he would have been enormously pleased over the fact that this beautiful woman who he had trained was doing such a good job of pleasing two members of the Nazi High Command. Somehow, however, he was feeling just the opposite. He hoped that nobody else would notice the expressions that sometimes involuntarily flashed on his face. He would look troubled as he watched the hammering, decisive cock of Walter continue to probe ever so stiffly as it worked its way inside of Sylvia's mound.
Her hips kept on working, rotating sharply as she tightened her cunt muscles and provided the excited, supersexed army officer with the ultimate in sensation. She knew that it was up to her to see to it that he was pleased to the fullest, and that if she let up in any way that it would certainly cost her, perhaps even her life.
"You're a good fuck," Sylvia gasped. "Come on, Captain Walter. Your cock is burning inside of me. Ohhh, is it burning."
Captain Walter gritted his teeth as he kept on driving his ever thunderous, fluid-filled stick deep inside of her twisting cunt. A few quick, methodical strokes later, the surging drops of his hot peter liquid began to spray from the end of his long prick and into her mound.
"Ohhh, ooooh, you really know how to move your hips," Captain Walter exclaimed.
While the juices torridly shot from the end of his pounding, relentless ramrod, he reached down and held on tightly to her buttocks. His fingers continued to grab hold of her firm flesh until the final few spurting drops of his semen had shot from the end of his long, grinding tool.
When Captain Walter removed his cock from Sylvia's pussy, his colleague Captain Hagg was ready to take over.
"Now it's my turn," Captain Hagg said. "I've sure gotten horny watching you two in action."
"She's a good fuck," Captain Walter exclaimed.
"Very good," Captain Hagg nodded. "I'm gonna give her a chance to try something else."
Sylvia watched curiously as Captain Hagg manipulated his body downward until he was stretched out on his back. Ever so comfortably he slid his legs open, pointing toward his hard, fervent cock.
"Get busy on my prick," he said. "Come on, run your tongue over my balls. Get me excited."
Sylvia remembered how the Commandant had commanded her to suck his cock the first time that she had been in his presence. She reasoned that if she could provide Captain Hagg with the same kind of sensations that he would enjoy himself to the fullest.
Determined to continue to please, Sylvia reached down and let her tongue swoop back and forth as she drove it against his already agitated testicles. The swifter that she drove her tongue against his balls, the faster that she worked her fingers as she propelled them with lightning enthusiasm as they ground up and down his hard, energetic cock.
"That's very nice," Captain Hagg gulped. "I like that. You're off to a good start. Suck my balls. Come on, play with my cock. Eat my long dick. Do it. Yes, I want you to do it.
Her fingers kept on grinding scorchingly against his steaming, thick roll of molten cock flesh as she simultaneously ground her tongue enthusiastically against his bails. Even though Sylvia did not feel as enthusiastic as it might have indicated she did through the quickness of her activity, she none the less was determined to make it appear she was enjoying herself.
"Switch to my cock now," Captain Hagg finally cried out with urgency. "I can't hold back any longer. The juices have to shoot. They have to splash from my cock. So start sucking me. Come on, just grind with your tongue. Work it up and down my prick. Suck me. Yes, ahhh, oooh, suck me, suck me."
By then Captain Hagg was letting himself completely go, kicking his legs back and forth as he kept on sighing, gasping loudly while he received the stimulating tongue thrusts.
He enjoyed every stimulating, knifing tongue stab that Sylvia kept on asserting, and while she sustained her steady cadence of tongue movement, she reached down and ground her fingers against Captain Hagg's searing nuts. All the while he was pushed that much closer to that moment of eager desire when the juices would explode from the end of his torrid, decisive peter and into her mouth.
"Sylvia, swallow it all," the captain gulped. "Eat my juices. My precious, virile, hot, Nazi juices. Come on, bitch. You're lucky to be swallowing cock juices like mine. Go get them. Yes, ohhh, go swallow them. Swallow them all. Every last drop."
Her quick, decisive, probing tongue movements continued as she jack-knifed with her tongue against the captain's huge, hot lance. She played with his balls as the first few drops of his scalding peter juice began to spill from the end of his thick, propulsive stem and into her mouth.
His thighs and hips kept on bouncing as he watched the escaping droplets of his piercing white semen splash from the end of his solid, enormous pole and into her mouth. A few quick, knifing tongue stabs later, she removed her tongue from Captain Hagg's huge, excited cock.
"I want it again," the captain sighed, "only this time I'm going to attack your mouth."
Sylvia stretched out on her back, watching with wide, terror-filled eyes as Captain Hagg rammed his huge, determined peter toward her mouth.
"Just open wide," Captain Hagg snarled. "Ohhh, am I gonna fuck your mouth."
While Captain Hagg prepared to slash with his steaming spear inside of Sylvia's mouth, the Commandant watched with great concern. He found himself wanting to reach out and make a grab for the captain, throwing him off of Sylvia's body.
He kept telling himself that something was going wrong within him. Surely as a well-disciplined army officer in the Nazi High Command, the Lieutenant Colonel knew that the captain was doing no more than receiving just desserts for services well rendered in the past. And since he had taken all kinds of liberties with Sylvia's body, there was no reason why Captains Hagg and Walter could not expect to do the same thing. Yet there continued to remain within him this snarling feeling of discontent whenever these two men would express themselves physically to Sylvia.
"Ahhh, my cock's gonna grind inside your mouth," Captain Hagg sighed with an air of celebration. "Just keep your mouth open, bitch."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Captain Hagg smiled sardonically, then looked down at his long, hard, ever-so-proud member.
"I'll thrash this inside your mouth," he declared proudly. "I am going to exercise every bit of my Nazi virility. You little whore. Are you ever going to get mouth fucked. I'm going to drive my hard cock down your throat."
Hagg tensed his muscles as he reached down and slid his fingers up and down his hard, determined rod. The quicker that he fingered his solid prick, the more excitement that rippled through his whole body as he prepared to undertake the act at hand.
He hurled his fiery cock forward, letting it move ever so blisteringly inside of her mouth. Sylvia was immediately overwhelmed by the bold force of his quick, timely movements as he drove his penis steadily inside of her, hammering it with rock-hard impact as it blasted all the way to the base of her throat.
Just watching Sylvia choke under the propulsive thrusts of Hagg's determined, fiery organ prompted the Commandant to feel another measure of concern and compassion for the girl he had broken in. Once more he began to silently chastize himself, wondering just what was happening to him. After all, he was the imperious, fierce-willed Lieutenant Colonel Gustav Schumann, and he had been meticulously selected for his present position by the Fuhrer because of his conscientiousness and lack of sensitivity in the realm of sex. He wasn't supposed to feel such softness toward a woman like Sylvia, but yet there he was, wondering just how much she was suffering and wishing that he could reach out and grab Captain Hagg, forcing him off of Sylvia. He knew, however, that he shouldn't ever attempt anything that bold, considering the fact that it could logically be construed as Hagg's right to enjoy Sylvia to the ultimate extent.
Hagg's buttocks wiggled with ever-mounting tenacity as he dug his dick steadily inside of her mouth. All the while he could feel the stirring waves of anxiety in his balls as he prepared to unload the dick juice from the end of his firm, stiff joint.
While Hagg continued to grind his cock hard and fast inside of Sylvia's mouth, his colleague, Captain Walter, smiled broadly as he pumped and pushed with his fingers, letting them move scorchingly up and down the full length of his fiery dick.
"I'm gonna be next," Captain Walter said. "Hagg, you're really putting on a show. Keep on grinding with your cock. Keep slamming it into her."
"Ohhh, I will," Captain Hagg asserted. "I want to fuck her mouth. I'm so excited. Oooh, do I itch in my balls. I love ramming my thick stick inside of her. The harder that I pump, the more excitement I feel all over. I just love it. Oh, do I ever love it."
Hagg kept up his relentless, hammering pursuit of Sylvia's mouth. A few quick, assaultive strokes later, the skyrocketing droplets began to splash from the end of his hard, excited organ and into her mouth.
His body spun from side to side as he watched the drops of his flaming phallic liquid continuing to spray. The faster that it shot, the quicker that Hagg flipped his hips stirringly back and forth as the juices kept on pouring into her mouth.
"What a fuck," he said. "Ohhh, am I ever, unloading. What a feeling. Okay, bitch, I'm unloading every bit of it."
He removed his solid joint from his lover's mouth, then got up from the bed. Hagg turned his attention toward Walter, eyeing him and grinning.
"She's all yours," Hagg said.
"After a throat fuck like that, she might be anticipating a rest, but she's not gonna get it," he said. "I'm gonna fuck her. I'm gonna fuck her good. I'm gonna pummel her body."
Captain Walter's eyes widened with determination as he reached out with his right index finger and began to let it probe inside of her ass hole. He let it move with great quickness, and with each and every stabbing thrust that he sent her way, he became that much more determined to engage in a wild act of sodomy.
His finger kept on manipulating, driving up between her buns and into the deepest segment of her anal channel.
The one thing that really bothered Lieutenant Colonel Gustav Schumann at that point was just why he wasn't getting erect and excited. After all, as the Commandant he could be expected to join in the activity as well. It had been his firm intention to participate along with the two captains after they had gotten their rocks off, but he still was unable to attain an erection. The thing that bothered him was that he just didn't seem to have any enthusiasm for fucking. Instead what bothered him was the way that his beautiful lover was being mistreated. He once more silently derided himself for taking such an attitude, for engaging in the kind of phony sentimentality that he had always punished whenever he had seen a German officer engage in it.
"Your ass will be nice and tight," Captain Walter laughed fiendishly. "It's going to be perfect just for my long cock. When I saw your mouth catching all of that juice, I thought about how magnificent it would be to unload my white juices up your ass hole."
His quick, torrid finger kept on gliding ever so swiftly, pumping with solid fervor as it worked inside of her ass hole. When he removed his finger from her anus, Captain Walter braced himself. In just a few minutes he would be unleashing his cock spectacularly inside of his lover's ass hole.
But for the moment, the captain was eager to secure some more sensual thrills. His fingers reached out and made a quick grab for his helpless victim's breasts. The quicker that his trembling fingers glided as they made their solid impact felt against her hot tits, the more he enjoyed the prospect of fucking her. He looked forward to that majestic moment when his pile-driving cock would wedge its way up between her buns and grind all the way to the deepest crevice of her hot ass.
Once that he finished maneuvering his fingers over Sylvia's breasts, Captain Walter reached down and made a grab for her buttocks. His twisting fingers moved sharply as they probed with steadiness, grinding against her folds of warm, excited ass flesh.
"I'll sure fuck your ass," he said. "I'm gonna grind my dick inside of you. I'm gonna fuck your ass hole. Ahhh, ohhh, I'm gonna really plunge it. I'm gonna plunge it until the juices pour out of my staff. And then they're gonna shoot into your ass hole. What a feeling. A beautiful, glorious feeling, and that's the way it's gonna happen."
Captain Walter pinched against Sylvia's helpless ass cheeks a few more times. She kept wondering just how much longer she would be subjected to all of this sexual abuse. Every now and then her eyes would wander toward the Commandant, who would look at her helplessly. Even though she was forced to endure great pain, the one thing that made it all possible was the expectation of something better, and when she saw what appeared to be compassion on the Commandant's face, Sylvia couldn't help but realize that maybe she was making progress after all.
While Captain Walter kept grinding his fingers against her ass cheeks, he anticipated throwing her legs over his shoulders and starting his ass fucking. His hips ground a few times restlessly, and finally he released his fingers from her buttocks. He held on tightly to her thighs for a. few moments, then threw Sylvia's legs over his shoulders.
"Here we are, whore, you're gonna feel it now," he said. "You little tramp. You're so lucky to get to fuck with a man like me. If you only knew how fortunate you are. A man in the Nazi High Command. What an honor for you."
Sylvia hated the unbridled egotism that the Nazi soldiers demonstrated. It made her want to throw up, but she could not in any way let her feelings be known. Instead she would have to do the opposite, to convince these men that she was capable of receiving all that they were able to dish out in the way of sexual punishment.
Soon Sylvia began to feel the quick, imperious knifing thrusts of the Nazi captain, who gasped ever so loudly as he moved his cock back and forth inside of her anus. The faster that he propelled his swift, stinging dick between her buns, the closer that he moved toward the point of an electricity-oriented orgasm.
His thick, torpedo-like spear kept on ripping solidly, driving back and forth as he pushed that much closer to the state of the surging orgasm that he was looking so forward to, and that he was conscientiously driving toward.
Restlessly his fingers began to move up and down Sylvia's thighs as his humping, sharp stabs continued. A few rapid, forceful dick stabs later, he could feel the waves of enthusiasm in his scorching nuts.
"I'm gonna unload, ohhh, am I gonna unload," he said ecstatically. "You're gonna feel the juices in your ass hole, cunt."
Ever so restlessly, the Nazi captain slapped at Sylvia's buttocks as he hammered his sharp, ever-rotating peter so deep inside of her anus.
Finally the drops of his thick, hot liquid began to spray out of the end of his huge staff. The quicker that his body trembled, the louder that he gasped as the juices kept pouring, splashing out of his dick and into her ass hole.
"Ohhh, a glorious fuck, a glorious fuck," he repeated.
When Captain Walter removed his cock from Sylvia's ass hole, he began laughing loudly, then ecstatically started to slap at her ass cheeks.
"I want your ass," he declared. "Yes, I want to push my cock inside of your ass hole. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you with everything I have. I'm gonna fuck your ass hole again. You're gonna learn what it's like to be fucked by somebody like me."
The Commandant watched with wide-eyed interest as Captain Walter slapped with both hands against Sylvia's buttocks. When he removed his hands, he pushed his right index finger forward, allowing it to commence stroking inside of her anus. The swifter that his finger moved with overwhelming grace and passion inside of her ass, the greater the smoldering urges that he felt in his hot nuts as he prepared to energetically slam his blazing dick once more inside of her ass hole.
"I'm fucking your ass again," he told her proudly. "Start flipping your buttocks. Come on, flip them quickly. I want you to flip them fast. I want to feel your butt move."
The eager Nazi captain slapped at her ass cheeks, watching as her hips and buttocks swayed.
"That's better, much better," Captain Walter declared. "Now I'm ready to fuck your ass hole. I'm gonna slam with my cock. I'm gonna slam with everything I have."
He heaved a deep sigh, then propelled his blazing sturdy pecker forward as he began working it inside of her anus.
With grinding passion he worked with every bit of piercing determination that he could throw into his energetic movements. His blistering pace continued as he hammered with his solid pecker, working it ever deeper inside of her twisting, ever-so-painful hole, which was being pummeled so sharply by the relentless captain.
"What an ass hole," he said. "Ohhh, do I ever love fucking your ass."
While Captain Walter continued to slam his steaming stem deep inside of Sylvia's anus, his friend Captain Hagg became excited once more. He started to run his fingers restlessly up and down his cock, causing Commandant Schumann more concern over what would happen to Sylvia.
"I'm going to fuck her ass when you get through," Captain Hagg declared. "Yes, just look at that ass. It's so fascinating. It's so beautifully constructed. I love the way it's wiggling. Keep wiggling it, whore. That's it, just keep moving it."
Captain Walter kept driving his firm, propulsive peter fast and deep as he ground it inside of her ass hole. A few rangy, twisting stabs later, the juices started to pour voluminously from the end of his fluid-filled cock and into her ass hole.
"Ohhh, I'm there again," he smiled. "What an ass. What a glorious fuck. It's a wonderful fuck."
When Captain Walter finished with Sylvia, he left her in an ever painful state. Her throbbing ass hurt her a great deal from all of the wild, erotic-filled stabs that she'd received from Captain Walter.
Now Captain Hagg reappeared on the scene, extra eager to get his rocks off inside of his helpless victim's anal passage.
"I'm fucking your ass, too," he laughed. "You're really getting a workout from this two-man crew. And when we're through, the Commandant will be able to do anything he desires."
Before Hagg launched into his fucking escapade, he reached out with both hands and slid his finger tips back and forth against Sylvia's breasts. Every now and then he would reach out and clutch at her nipples, holding on tightly as he enjoyed every nuance of the spirited and tempestuous sex.
When Sylvia heard the sounds of his increasingly heavier breathing, she recognized that Captain Hagg would be getting ready for some immediate action. Soon his incessantly driving cock would be tearing deep inside of her ass hole until all of the juices shot from the end of it.
He reached out and made a grab for her thighs, throwing her legs over his shoulders.
"All right, just brace yourself," Captain Hagg exclaimed, "because I'm gonna fuck your ass. I'm gonna drive my dick inside of your ass hole. Ahhh, am I gonna enjoy it. I'm gonna love it."
His swift, dagger-like stem prodded forward, shoving its way inside of Sylvia's already overworked ass hole.
Even though she was in an acute state of pain, Sylvia knew she could not express herself in that vein. To complain would only have made matters worse, she recognized, and so she quietly endured his hard, penetratingly forceful thrusts as he moved his dick ever deeper inside of her hot ass. All the while he was pushing that much nearer toward the point of a torrid orgasm.
"What an ass you have," he said. "It's the answer to a horny man's dreams. Ooooh, ahhh, thank goodness we have a Fuhrer who understands a man's needs, who makes gorgeous sluts like you available, sluts who give a man all kinds of excitement."
His fingers moved fervently against Sylvia's ass flesh as he pummeled her several more times, after which the hot juices began to spurt from the end of his cock and into her ass hole.
When Captain Hagg removed his cock from her over-worked, extremely sore ass hole, Sylvia was hopeful that this would bring the activity to an end.
"How about you, Commandant?" Hagg asked as he climbed off of Sylvia.
Sylvia looked up at the Commandant with a startled expression. The one thing she would hate would be to receive some more painful strokes inside of her ass hole.
"I'm tired tonight," the Commandant said apologetically. "I've watched the two of you receive your thrills, so I think I'll just end things on that note."
"You must be kidding," Captain Walter said. "Commandant, are you slipping? I can hardly believe that you wouldn't take advantage of something like this. Such a magnificent piece of ass, and we've already loosened her up for you."
"Are you sick, Commandant?" Hagg asked with concern. "I can't imagine you passing up a nice fresh piece of ass like this."
"No, I'm not sick. I'm just not in the mood tonight. That's all."
"I can hardly believe it," Walter repeated, shaking his head.
Walter and Hagg weren't the only ones who found the Commandant's action difficult to fathom. Sylvia also was enormously surprised, but in a pleasant way. At least her sore ass would not be subjected to any more abuse during that evening.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Captains Walter and Hagg were finished with Sylvia, she was led back to her cell by the guards.
The Commandant put his clothes back on, then had a final nightcap with the two soldiers, who were in a buoyant frame of mind, after having enjoyed themselves with the voluptuous Sylvia.
"That's a good one," Hagg said. "Yes, she's better than all the rest I've had sex with. As a matter of fact, I must write a personal letter to the Fuhrer thanking him for establishing this base and putting you in charge of it, Commandant."
"I must write a letter like that myself," Captain Walter agreed. "It's been a most delightful evening."
"I'm glad you men enjoyed it," Lieutenant Colonel Schumann said.
"I'm just sorry that you didn't get involved, Commandant. I hope you're not feeling too ill. What seems to be the problem?"
"I guess I've been having to much rich food and drink as of late," the Commandant smiled thinly. "It is nothing. It will pass."
The two men got up after finishing their nightcaps, promptly leaving the banquet hall. They shook hands warmly with the Commandant upon departure.
When the Commandant closed the door behind him and was finally alone for the first time in quite a few hours that night, he was able to breathe a heavy sigh of relief. He sat down at the table, pouring himself a glass of sherry.
The Commandant's brain was swimming in a sea of confusion. Just why had he been so soft toward this girl? Just why was she so indispensable to him that he shuddered when she had sex with the other two men? That bothered him no end. After all, she was to be no better, no worse than the rest that had been trained for similar purposes. This time he had taken a personal interest in Sylvia, more than he ever had a right to with respect to any of the girls who were being trained for sexual purposes.
When the Commandant finished his glass of sherry, he jumped up swiftly from his chair. He decided to do something about his condition of uncertainty. Just maybe if he could have another woman tonight, a wild woman, then perhaps his feelings would depart from him. Those feelings of Sylvia's indispensability. The more he thought about it, the more he concluded that that probably would be just the ticket.
He began recounting some of the women who would be available to serve the Commandant's purposes. Suddenly he thought about Rebecca, a beautiful Hungarian Jewish captive with her long, blond hair and her sensuous manner. He had helped break Rebecca in, and she had supplied him with some of his wildest and most uninhibited moments. Just maybe she would be the solution, the person who would enable him to forget about Sylvia, or at least to put her back in her proper perspective.
The Commandant picked up his telephone. Immediately one of the guards answered.
"I want two guards in the banquet hall as soon as possible," the Commandant asserted. "I want to be taken to prisoner Rebecca's cell."
"Yes, Commandant," the guard replied. "Would you rather have us bring her to you?"
"No, I would rather go to the cell," he said.
"Very good, Commandant."
The Commandant got up from his chair, reaching down toward his crotch and rubbing at his penis. It wasn't nearly as hard as he would have liked it to be under the circumstances, considering the fact that he would soon be having sex with Rebecca, who had been broken in thoroughly and now had reached the point where she was willing to entertain anyone under any circumstances, just as long as she was commanded to do it.
A few moments later the guards arrived, leading the Commandant into Rebecca's cell. One of the guards walked into the cell and began to shake her as she lay there in her bunk.
"Up, swine," he barked.
Rebecca blinked her eyes open.
"What's the trouble?" she looked up at the guard with concern.
The guard said nothing. Instead he just pointed toward the Commandant.
"Yes, Commandant," she jumped swiftly to her feet.
"I feel like having some fun," the Commandant said in a soft, subdued tone.
"Oh, yes, Commandant. Any time of the day or night my body remains at your disposal."
"You can't beat that for loyalty," one of the guards looked at the Lieutenant Colonel and smiled.
"Enough of this joking," the Commandant snapped. "I don't like my subordinates talking to me in such a familiar manner."
"I'm sorry, Commandant."
"You look sorry," the Commandant bristled in-patiently. "Out, out with both of you. I'll call for you if and when I need you. Just remain stationed outside the cell."
"Very good, Commandant, Heil Hitler," one of the guards said.
"Heil Hitler," the other guard said.
"Heil Hitler," the Commandant returned in an impatient tone.
The Commandant's alert blue eyes watched as the two men left the cell, locking the door behind them.
With his eyes turned back toward Rebecca, he observed that already she was beginning to undress. The more rapidly that she removed her clothes, the greater the anxiety he attempted to instill within himself.
Finally Lieutenant Colonel Schumann began to remove his clothes. He observed Rebecca's long, trim thighs, the legs that he had been attracted to, to such an extent. He remembered how beautiful he had thought them to be, and had received an affirmative answer when he had asked if Rebecca had ever worked as a dancer. She had the trim, lean lines of a gorgeous dancer, and as he stood there staring at her, he found that eventually his cock was able to get into a more productive state. He observed it lengthening as he pulled off his trousers, and now his confidence was beginning to increase. Certainly he could work himself up to a state of tempestuous passion and joy while in the presence of such a lovely woman, and one who had been thoroughly indoctrinated to the point where she was perfectly willing and able to give out on a massive scale.
The Commandant watched as Rebecca slid her panties down her legs. When he observed her tantalizingly soft, silky, white snatch hairs, he felt an eager twitching in his balls. He longed to experience some satisfaction from gorgeous Rebecca.
"I haven't seen you in awhile, Commandant," she smiled. "I've felt a little saddened by the fact that you've been passing me over apparently for others."
"I'm very busy," the Commandant replied.
"I understand that. I hope my body is still enough to excite you. Judging by the size of your prick, it is."
"Enough of this talking," the Commandant erupted angrily. "I'm getting impatient. I want sex right now. I want it this very moment."
Schumann threw himself down on top of Rebecca's bunk. As he extended his trembling, hairy legs, she reached down with both hands and made a quick grab for the Commandant's cock. Her fingers circulated briskly as they worked up and down the full length of his huge, all-conquering rod. Rebecca thought about the many times that she had pleased the Commandant in the past, and she could see something a little disconcerting in his manner at that point. He was anything but carefree, and appeared highly nervous as she reached down and allowed her fingers to begin scraping against the full length of his hard peter.
"Move your fingers," the Commandant gasped. "Move them quickly. I expect the ultimate from you. Move your fingers up and down my cock. Move them fast. I expect the best. I always expect the best from one of our girls. I've got to get my rocks off. You're going to do it for me."
The longer that Rebecca ran her fingers up and down the full length of Schumann's cock, the tighter that she clutched. Her fingers kept on pursuing his solid organ, moving up and down the entire length of his mammoth, explosive cock.
CHAPTER NINE
As Rebecca kept on gliding her fingers up and down the long, torrid surface of the Commandant's cock, he thought once more back to Sylvia.
Immediately a tense sweat surfaced on his forehead as he thought about just how much sensitivity he had shown. Surely he had to do something to prove that he wasn't all that sensitively drawn, and that Sylvia was nothing more than a member of the crowd. He would prod Rebecca to her greatest heights, after which he would return back to normal.
"Come on, work your fingers faster," Schumann barked out a terse order. "Faster, come on, bitch. You're nothing but a bitch, you've never been anything but a bitch, and you will always be a bitch. So keep moving your fingers against my pecker. Move them fast."
Her sturdy fingers kept on commandingly driving as they slid up and down his hard, excited phallus.
"Start sucking my balls," the Commandant said. "I expect the best attention from you. Come on, work your tongue, bitch. Work it against my testicles. Grind your tongue. Come on, let it sweep. Grind with everything you have, bitch."
Schumann began to gasp and his legs and arms started to rock in a state of wild ecstasy as his lover let her tongue carom back and forth ever so assertively as it gripped" against his balls, The more quickly that she plunged her tongue against his testicles, the closer that he moved toward the state of a wild climax. While her tongue kept on grinding against his nuts, she fingered his cock ever so firmly, planting her fingers against it more rigidly than before as she did her utmost to bring the Commandant to a wild and purposeful climax.
"That's it, you blonde whore," the Commandant said. "Just grind your tongue a few moments more against my balls. Then I want you to move it up toward my prick. Come on, tongue me. Yes, ohhh, move your lightning tongue. Move it eagerly."
Her steadily rotating tongue slashed with piston like effectiveness for a few moments more, after which she suddenly withdrew it from his scorching nuts. The Commandant looked down at his bulging balls, then recognized how badly he would have to get his cock juices off.
"Fast," he gulped. "Come on, darling, move your tongue against my prick. Ohhh, you little bitch. Do you ever know how to cock suck. You've given me plenty of beautiful finger attention, so now you can suck me off. So now you can grind your tongue against my peter."
She moved her tongue forward, letting it grind against the tip of her lover's cock. As it worked solidly against his warm, agitated flesh, Rebecca allowed her fingers to grip sharply against his balls. The tighter that she squeezed them, the more rapidly and forcefully that she tongued his huge, excited cock as she pushed him that much nearer to the state of a beautiful climax.
"Suck me off," he said. "Yes, pig, ohhh, suck me off."
The Commandant's ass cheeks wiggled as Rebecca ground her fingers against his testicles. The faster that she clutched against his balls, the more quickly that she asserted her swift, knifing tongue as she manipulated it up and down the full length of his hard, excited penis.
"I'm gonna juice," he sighed. "Ahhh, the stuffs gonna pour out of me. Suck me. Come on, come on, suck me off."
A few quick, steady tongue movements later, the juices began to pour from the end of the Commandant's long, thoroughly captivated cock. His legs and ass cheeks twisted and kicked as she went after every drop of his excited, fiery liquid.
"Go ahead," he said. "Come on, you little whore. You've swallowed a lot of cream in your day. You're gonna swallow the Commandant's precious cream. Come on, ohhh, bitch, whore, pig, suck. Come on, suck."
The Commandant reached down and began to slap at Rebecca's ass cheeks. He heaved deep sighs as he watched the hot, steaming liquid continue to splash from the end of his long, excited organ and into her mouth.
"Every drop of it," he said. "Come on, pig. Ooooh, ahhh, come on, every drop."
He slapped even harder than before, listening to the familiar sound of his ringing hands crackling against Rebecca's firm, silky white ass flesh. He watched as her tongue continued to rotate with steady precision, grinding back and forth in- her mouth as she caught the droplets of his steaming, flowing juice.
When she removed her tongue from his hard organ, Gustav stretched out and relaxed for several moments. He looked up at Rebecca, who was perched on her knees, awaiting his next barking command.
"Don't just sit there like a dummy," the Commandant said angrily. "Reach down. Grab for my cock. Come on, pump new life back into it. I'm going to juice again. I'm gonna keep juicing. I'm gonna be a juice machine tonight. The juices are gushing out of my long, excited Nazi cock. You're with a virile man. Somebody who really knows how to fuck. Somebody who knows how to get the ultimate out of his body."
"I know, Commandant," she nodded.
"Then get to work. Start grinding your fingers. Move them. Yes, you must move them."
Her finger reached down and made a grab for the Commandant's still-hard organ, which had lost just a little rigidity as a result of his last orgasm.
"Come on, work those fingers crisply," Schumann barked. "I won't take no for an answer. Come on, keep on grinding with your fingers. Let them stab. Really let them move. Push them around. Push them against my prick."
Her fingers moved with flowing, graceful impact. The quicker that she responsively glided them against his stinging, excited member, the more eagerness that he felt rippling through his whole body.
Rebecca's fingers kept on stepping up the pace, grinding more eagerly and rapidly than before. She held on ever so tightly as she let them clutch against his hot cock, which would be ready to explode again very quickly.
"You can turn loose now," he said. 'Turn your fingers loose from my prick."
When she released her fingers from her lover's cock, he heaved a sigh, then decided to proceed with some vigorous sucking.
The Commandant remembered how much he had been enamored with the smooth texture and the trim lines of Rebecca's legs. He reached out with his long, pressing, red tongue, letting it grind up and down her left leg. He paid particular attention to her thigh, moving his tongue along every creamy crevice, watching as Rebecca's ass cheeks glided from side to side under his quick, probing thrusts.
While the tongue action continued, he reached down and grabbed for Rebecca's warm, flowing ass cheeks. His finger tightly squeezed against her buttocks, and all the while he kept on twisting with his tongue, grinding it with great zeal as it kept on working, generating new enthusiastic movement.
After leaving a lengthy trail of saliva along her left leg, the Commandant then decided to go to work against Rebecca's right leg, repeating the same quick, explosive movements as he worked his tongue with feverish joy and desire as he planted it up and down her hot, invigorated leg.
"Commandant, ohhh, what a tongue you have," Rebecca said. "You're such a man. Ohhh, do I ever love you. Do I ever love what you do to me. Even if you hurt me I like it. Ohhh, what inspiring tongue movements."
The Commandant's rigid tongue kept on probing as it worked against her fleshy thigh. When he removed it, he decided that it was time to let it go to work steadily against her pussy.
Then the Commandant reached out with his trembling right hand, allowing his finger tips to glide ever so softly as he worked them inside of her pussy lining. The swifter that his fingers penetrated, the faster that Rebecca's hips and ass cheeks jerked steadily as they moved from side to side.
"Suck me," Rebecca said. "Please, suck me. Ohhh, please move your tongue. Ohhh, do whatever you want, Commandant, but don't let me feel this way for very long. I must have my release. Ooooh, ohhh, you can give me that release, Commandant. Your beautiful, precious tongue can do it."
If there was one thing that was ever destined to trigger the Commandant's lusty passions, it was receiving some glowing compliments from one of the beautiful women he used as a mistress. He thought back to the many times that he had fucked Rebecca, those wonderful occasions in the early period of their association.
He removed his fingers from Rebecca's pussy, then decided it was time to put his tongue to work. He drove it ever so quickly inside of her moist, pink box. Every now and then he would let his tongue tickle and tingle her pubic hairs, and as he did, he reached out and made a grab for her buttocks. He held on tightly, pressing his fingers with firmness against her fleshy ass cheeks as he buried his tongue deep inside of her burning female organ. All the while he was driving her ever nearer to the state of a glorious, erotic conclusion.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, Commandant," she gasped. "You tongue is so beautiful. Ohhh, the way you're working it inside me. I love it. I love those movements. Keep grinding with your tongue. Ooooh, ahhh, ohhh, keep on tonguing me. Just slide your tongue. Ohhh, push it inside my pussy. Ooooh, ohhh, come on, really grind your tongue. Grind it fast, Commandant. I'm gonna be juicing in your mouth. What a wonderful feeling. Ooooh, ahhh, keep manipulating your tongue. Keep manipulating it, my darling."
His swift, racing tongue kept on making its penetrating headway, grinding solidly as it worked inside of her pink nest. A few flowing strokes later, the juices began to pour out of her pussy, splashing inside of the Commandant's mouth.
The Commandant was suddenly beginning to feel a little more liberated. Perhaps all he needed was the fuck from Rebecca, he thought, and now that he had been sucked off by her and had had her juice inside of his mouth, he was prepared to launch into some more swift cock activity.
The Lieutenant Colonel reached down and ever so pridefully grabbed hold of his cock. He moved his fingers up and down the firm base of his dick, every now and then concentrating on the action at the tip of its bulbous head.
When the Commandant removed his fingers from his hot peter, he looked down at Rebecca's still twisting ass cheeks. She had been propelled into a state of such tempestuous passion that she wasn't about to slow down any time soon. Her buttocks kept grinding, twisting back and forth as she lay there, panting loudly.
"Commandant, do with me as you will," she said. "I'm nothing more than your slimy whore. I'm of service to you. I'll do anything for you."
"You sound like a very well-trained girl," the Commandant laughed. "All right, bitch. So I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to give you a beautiful fuck. Turn over. Come on, get on your hands and knees. I'm fucking your ass. I'm gonna hurt your asshole. I'm gonna pound my hot flesh into your bowels, and then empty my juices."
"It sounds wonderful," she said. "I can withstand the pain. I can withstand anything, just as long as it's with you, Commandant."
Rebecca got down on her hands and knees. The Lieutenant Colonel reached out with his right index finger, allowing it to begin probing inside of her tight anal slit.
"That feels so good," the Commandant laughed. "I'm in your ass hole. The same ass hole I fucked so many times. What an ass hole it is."
"Keep your finger pushing inside of it," Rebecca gulped. "Gustav, ohhh, Gustav finger my ass. Finger my ass hole. Come on, keep pushing your finger inside of it. I love the sensation."
The Lieutenant Colonel continued his stiff, driving onslaught, working his finger energetically as he let it clutch and stab, moving affirmative as it progressed ever so deeply inside of Rebecca's anus.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck my ass. Ohhh, fuck my ass."
Eventually the Commandant remove his finger from Rebecca's sensation-ridden ass hole. It pained ever so tantalizingly. She had grown so accustomed to the pain as a result of her thorough indoctrination training that she had learned to love it. Now her broiling legs were trembling with overpowering desire as she looked forward to getting ass fucked by this hot, all-commanding being, the strapping Lieutenant Colonel who was eager to once again derive some sexual thrills.
She listened to the sounds of the Commandant's steaming breath as she let her hips enthusiastically twist from side to side. The Commandant reached out and made a grab for Rebecca's buttocks. His fingers held on tightly as he thrusted his huge, hammering penis forward.
"I'm going to be in you," he said. "I'm fucking your asshole. Ohhh, ahhh, I want to fuck your ass. I want to juice inside of your ass hole. What a feeling. Oooh, ohhh, ahhh, am I ever ripping inside of you. I love every fucking stab."
The Commandant kept on briskly driving his hot, all-conquering prick forward. The sharper that he energetically stabbed with it inside of her anal passage, the closer that he moved toward that invigorating point when all of the flowing juices would spill from the end of his torrid peter and into her ass hole.
The faster that the Commandant ass fucked Rebecca, the harder that he slapped at her ass cheeks. Even though they had reddened and she was feeling a good deal of pain from his steady slaps, Rebecca wasn't about to complain or in any way feel intimidated. No, she had all of that behind her. Now she was a thoroughly indoctrinated girl who lived for the pleasure of the Nazi High Command. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth and her ass muscles tightened as the Commandant kept on driving his prick ever deeper into her hot bowels, propelling himself ever so sternly as he moved toward climax.
"Get ready," he gulped. "My broiling cock is ready to explode. Ooooh, ahhh, what sensations. Oooh, ahhh, it's juicing. Yes, ohhh, the juices are racing out of it. I love this feeling. Oooh, ahhh, it's glorious, ohhh, it's wonderful. Oooh, ahhh, what a fuck. What a beautiful, wonderful fuck."
His stiff, sturdy prong kept on driving at a decisive clip as he worked it deep inside of her hot hole. When the Commandant removed his peter from her ass hole, he looked at her and smiled.
"So you really are some kind of bitch," he laughed. "But you're the kind of bitch that I love to fuck."
Rebecca did not even have to be told this time to run her fingers up and down the Commandant's hard cock.
She panted ever so excitedly as she reached down with both hands and gripped the tip of his still-hard instrument, but one which had wilted slightly after his last orgasm.
She looked up at the Commandant, observing that his face had reddened and that his steely blue eyes were more determined than ever. She had seen that same expression on the Commandant's face many times before, and she knew what it portended. This rigid Nazi disciplinarian would have at least one, if not two more orgasms to dispel inside of her, and she thrilled at the prospect of receiving them.
CHAPTER TEN
Rebecca recalled the first time that she had been introduced to the Commandant. Her entire body had been trembling so rapidly that she could barely control herself from bursting into tears. The Commandant had jolted her even more severely by throwing her around the room. It was his intention to shock the fear out of her, to instill within her the feeling that she would be totally dominated by these Nazi officers, who would make her perform any and every sexual act and like it.
That first occasion he had ordered her to stretch out spread-eagled on the floor. He had then unzipped his trousers, leaning forward with his huge, resolute body, after which he had ground his hard, peppery cock ever so deep inside of her anal pit until the juices had been expelled inside of her.
At first, she remembered, the pain had been so severe that she had thought she was going to die. For a little while she had even hoped that she would die, but eventually all of that passed. Finally she reached the point where she learned to accept every bit of the Lieutenant Colonel's stiff cock activity. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed it so much that finally her hips began to instinctively flare back and forth as the juices sprayed from the end of his hard, all-captivating organ.
Rebecca could hardly put into words the grudging admiration that she held for the Commandant that evening. There was something about his reckless masculinity that excited her sexually, even though she knew that he was a brute. Eventually the Commandant had put her through the paces, teaching her to respond to any and every kind of sexual act. There was no such thing that came under the heading of abuse after awhile. Every time that the Commandant wanted to enjoy himself with Rebecca, he would merely force himself upon her and do whatever he pleased, something she was perfectly accustomed to.
So now her fingers were trained ever so firmly on the nub end of his phallus. She tickled the tip of his prick with her fingers, then ever so sharply began to assert them as she slid them up and down the full length of his huge, erect pecker, which was being pushed into an ever-greater state of exotic excitement. Now he wanted to juice again, and as his body tensed resolutely, he called out a loud command to his subservient victim.
"Turn your fingers loose," he said. "All right, you bitch. I'm gonna fuck your cunt. Your ass hole must be sore, and now I'm gonna give you a sore pussy to go along with it. My dick is gonna slash inside you. Ahhh, it makes me feel good just talking about it. You're a bitch. Tell me you're a bitch."
"I'm a bitch, I'm your bitch," she panted.
"You're a whore."
"Oh, yes, I'm a whore."
"You're a slut."
"I'm a slut. Anything, Commandant. Yes, call me anything."
"You're a dog. A dog. A slimy dog."
"Yes, a dog, but just as long as I'm your dog."
"You're worse than a dog. You're a pig."
"Of course, ever so proudly, I'm a pig. I want to be a pig. But your pig."
"Definitely. You're my pig. I'm taking possession of you."
The Commandant laughed ghoulishly. His whole body rocked with gales of laughter as he reached down and made a grab for her hips. His fingers entwined ever so sharply as they pulled and tugged at her buttocks. The tighter that his fingers pressed against her hot ass flesh, the louder that she gasped as she responded to what the Commandant was doing.
"Hold on, cling to my flesh," she said. "Commandant, ohhh, I can't get enough of you. Yes, ohh, I really can't get enough of you."
"I'm going to tear up your flesh," the Commandant exclaimed. "Ohhh, what a tight butt you have. I love fingering it."
The Commandant kept on pinching at his victim's ass cheeks. He held on tightly for a few more moments, then began to rock his hips back and forth as he prepared to pummel her with his sharp, ever-so-assertive cock.
"I want to fuck you," the Commandant exclaimed angrily. "Just open your legs. Come on, bitch, spread them nice and wide. My cock is gonna fuck you. I'm gonna plunge my stinging dick inside of your pussy. Do you understand that?"
"Oh, yes, I understand it," she panted. "I'm ready to juice. Just hearing you talk to me like this. Just having you stab your fingers against my butt. That's enough. Please, Commandant. Press your fingers against my flesh again. Hurt me. Hurt me, hurt me. I don't really like it unless you're hurting me.
The Commandant laughed loudly.
"You've been well indoctrinated," he said. "Not only have I done a good job, but so have my able assistants. I must write a letter to the Fuhrer commending them for their excellent devotion to the cause. Heil Hitler."
"Grab hold of my butt. Please, grab it."
The Commandant reached down and propelled his fingers back and forth as he let them ever so assertively stab against her ass cheeks. The tighter that he held on, pushing his fingers rigidly against her buttocks, the louder that she gasped. Yes, she could feel the quivering waves of pain, and that made it all the more exciting and erotic for this beautiful woman who was being perpetually victimized by the Lieutenant Colonel.
While his fingers kept on clutching and pressing ever so tightly against her buttocks, he pushed his huge, excited prick forward. He blasted sharply with his long, hard stem, driving his peter with forceful desire as he worked it savagely and deeply into her warm, wet inner crevices of snatch flesh.
"Ohhh, I just have to juice," she sighed. "Ooooh, ohh, ahh, the juices. Ohhh, they're spraying out of me. Commandant, keep fucking me. Yes, keep your cock grinding inside my pussy. Slam it. Yes, slash with it. Ohhh, darling, come on, keep up the fucking."
While her broiling hips wiggled from side to side, the Commandant kept up his spearing, purposeful attention. He kept on ramrodding his thick, hard sword as he worked it inside her piercing pussy flesh. Yes, once again Rebecca could feel acute pain, and once more she wound up begging, gasping, doing everything that she could to get the Nazi Lieutenant Colonel to abuse her in every possible way.
"Keep fucking me," she called out. "Oooh, ahhh, keep your cock grinding. Yes, just let it grind. Keep pushing it inside my hole. Ooooh, ahh, blast away with it. Pepper my flesh with it. Ooooh, ahhh, come on, Commandant."
Her hips and thighs kept on grinding, working back and forth as she pushed her body forward and received every stinging, forceful peter thrust that the Commandant wielded. A few grinding thrusts later, the drops of thick, white peter juice started to spray from the end of his hot, excitement-filled organ and into her pussy.
"Ahhh, here's another nice Nazi cum," he laughed. "There you are, bitch. You wanted a fuck. Yes, you wanted a good pussy fuck. You've gotten it. You've gotten it from me."
The Commandant removed his hard, firm cock from her pussy. He still felt a commanding excitement, an all-conquering and all-consuming desire to drive his hard, sturdy phallus inside of her once more. On this occasion he would let his stiff, grinding cock work its way into her ass hole.
"I want your ass one more time," he exclaimed. "Just lie there. This time I'm gonna grab your thighs."
His fingers squeezed sharply against her warm, still-wet thighs, which only a few minutes earlier had been sucked ever so profusely by a horny, enchanted Lieutenant Colonel Schumann. So now he was ready to ass fuck her again. He held on tightly to her thighs for a few more strokes, then ever so roughly threw her legs over his shoulders.
"Commandant, I'm ready," she gasped. "Fuck me. Come on, send your cock inside me. Send it up my ass hole. Please, ohh, grind it. Grind it so very nice. Fuck my ass. Ahhh, ohhh, fuck my ass."
His hard, determined, ever-so-zealous rod worked its way inside of her ass hole. He loved every crisp, formidable stroke as he kept on striding ever forward, letting his slashing cock work its way that much deeper inside of Rebecca's ass hole.
Her twitching, twisting buttocks worked from side to side as he kept up his steady, battering-ram attack, using his sturdy peter like a knife, allowing it to wedge ever so sharply as the tip of its burning surface continued to scald her ass hole.
He rammed it steadily into her sphincter muscle, giving it all he had as his arms and legs tensed and he kept up his pile-driving movements, slashing feverishly with his sturdy prick as he let it push with great enthusiasm inside of her ass.
"Ahh, ohh, what an ass," he laughed. "Just twitch your butt a little more, pig. Come on, my pig. Work your butt. Just work it around. I'm gonna juice. Ooooh, ahh, my beautiful juices will flow. They'll flow inside of your ass."
His hard-charging, ever-commanding cock kept on blasting as it worked back and forth inside of her tight ass passage. She continued to tighten her ass muscles, heaving loud sighs as the Commandant prepared to juice.
"Ahhh, ahhh, here I go, swine," he gulped. "There go the juices. Ooooh, ahh, ahh, what a fuck. A glorious, wonderful fuck. Ooooh, ahh, ohh, ooooh, ahh, ahhh, ahhh."
His thundering, torpedo-like pecker kept on slashing away, driving hard and fast as it pummeled her anus. The juices kept on splashing as they worked their way out of the end of his broiling, lance-like cock and into her ass hole.
"Splendid, what a splendid fuck," Lieutenant Colonel Schumann said. "Ohhh, did I ever enjoy it. It was beautiful."
The Lieutenant Colonel jumped to his feet, then began to put on his clothes.
"Have a good night's sleep, bitch," he said.
"Thank you, Commandant," Rebecca smiled. "I couldn't have enjoyed it anymore. What a man you are. Do you ever know how to use your cock."
"If I must say so, I am a good cocksman," he said. "Of course, all we Nazi soldiers are prepared. The Fuhrer has certainly taught us that."
"The Ferrer should certainly be proud of you."
"I hope his is," the Commandant bowed, "because I most certainly am proud of my Fuhrer."
"Yes, I know you are. Were you ever good tonight. Commandant, you're such a lover."
The Commandant finished dressing. He looked down at his naked victim, who lay there on her bunk, drenched with sweat.
"You still have what it takes, Rebecca," he said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lieutenant Colonel Schumann thought that he would feel relieved after his exciting sex encounter with Rebecca, but instead of relief coming, greater troubles arose.
The thing that bothered the Commandant was that he still couldn't get the presence of beautiful Sylvia out of his mind. The one thing that bothered him more than anything else in life was the question of sensitivity ever coming before his better judgment, which was to maintain his stern Nazi High Command post at the Nazi brothel. It bothered him that Sylvia continued to maintain such a tender position in his mind, and once more he decided to do something about it.
After spending one whole day soberly reflecting on his current situation as he gulped down glasses of beer, the Commandant decided to make his move.
The Lieutenant Colonel felt that it was imperative to subject Sylvia to a humiliating experience, one of his own creation. If he could do that, then he felt that she would once again occupy the station that she did in the beginning, before all of this tender nonsense started in his head.
He put in a call to the guard post, ordering that both Sylvia and Rebecca be sent to the banquet hall.
When they arrived, the Lieutenant Colonel was already there, naked and erect as he stood and watched the guards drop off the two prisoners.
"Anything more, Commandant?" a guard asked cautiously.
"No, be gone with all of you," he said. "Just wait outside the door. I'll call you if I need you."
"Heil Hitler," the two guards said.
"Heil Hitler," the Commandant replied.
The door shut and the two girls looked up at the Commandant curiously, wondering just what he was going to ask of them first. It was their uniform impression that he would more than likely be taking all kinds of sexual liberties with both of them, and that what he had in mind was a wild orgy in which he would participate with one, then the other. But neither of them recognized just how perverse the Lieutenant Colonel's thinking was becoming by that point in time.
"Take off everything," he commanded rigidly. "Strip, strip, you swine."
The Commandant eyed the girls coldly as they dutifully removed their clothes, thinking that as soon as they finished he would start ramming his hard, restless cock into them.
The moment that they finished undressing, he observed their naked forms, then crackled a sharp command.
"Climb into bed, you bitches," he said.
The Commandant looked at Sylvia, sneering at her as he stared with bitter coldness. Sylvia could scarcely believe just what was coming over this man, who had begun to demonstrate tenderness toward her.
"Sylvia, how long has it been since you've performed with a woman?" he asked.
"What do you mean, Commandant?"
"Don't play naieve games with me. You know what I'm talking about."
"I'm sorry, Commandant, but I don't."
"I mean, how long has it been since you've made love to another woman."
"Oh, Commandant, I have never made love to a woman."
"You've never been involved in lesbian sex? A good-looking pig like you has never made it with a woman? I find that very difficult to believe."
"It happens to be the truth, Commandant. No, I've never had sex with a woman."
"Then this experiment is going to be all the more interesting," he laughed. "How about you, Rebecca? Have you ever made love to a woman?"
"Yes, Commandant. I had a beautiful female lover that I shared intimacies with for three years in Hungary."
"Fascinating," the Commandant laughed. "Then I guess you would welcome the opportunity to allow I this beautiful woman to perform on you."
Rebecca looked at Sylvia, who flinched as her eyes turned away. The beautiful blonde woman could not help but feel more than a little compassion for Sylvia, who obviously was fearful about the prospect of entering into the new realm of sex.
"Go ahead, Sylvia," the Commandant said coldly. "It's time to get involved. I want you to start sucking this beautiful woman. You can start by licking her thighs. Just look at her beautiful, creamy body. I've licked those same thighs. If I can lick them, certainly so can you."
"But you are not a woman," Sylvia said sadly. "It is different, Commandant."
"If you hand me one more word of insubordination, I'll call in the guards and have you whipped," the Commandant shrieked loudly. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Commandant."
"Perform, you bitch. You little whore with a blackened heart. Suck this beautiful woman's thighs. You're fortunate I'm giving you such a good-looking partner. I could bring in one of the less pretty girls, but I'm giving you a gorgeous one. Show a little gratitude. Come on, perform. Start running your tongue against her thighs. Move your tongue up and down. Let your tongue move crisply against her thighs. I expect you to excite her. If I don't see her body moving and I get the feeling that you're slacking off in any way, then believe me you will be in trouble. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Commandant," Sylvia replied fearfully.
"Start sucking her. Come on, move your tongue along her thighs. Move it up and down. Move it quickly."
The Commandant watched, his eyes piercing with rage as Sylvia reached out with her tongue and let it begin to twist and turn as it made its way up and down Rebecca's thigh. The quicker that she ever so responsively moved her tongue against Rebecca's thigh, the more enchanted that the blonde woman became as she heaved deep sighs and responded to the crisp, searing strokes delivered by Sylvia.
"My darling, your tongue is very good," Rebecca exclaimed. "Come on, Sylvia. Pour it into me. Drive your tongue against my thigh."
"Listen to what she says," the Commandant asserted. "Come on, bitch. Move your tongue against her thigh. Drive your tongue quickly. Work it up and down her left thigh. Faster, come on, faster."
By then the Commandant was sufficiently excited to where he began to pull and tug on his long, excited cock. The quicker that he relentlessly applied his fingers to his sturdy, rigid prong, the more excitement that Rebecca felt as Sylvia drove her tongue against her warm, silky thigh.
"Start working your tongue against the other thigh," the Commandant exclaimed. "Come on, suck Rebecca. Run your tongue up and down her thigh."
Sylvia ever so faithfully began to employ her tongue against Rebecca's thigh. Even though Rebecca was a beautiful woman, Sylvia could not help but feel a strong measure of humiliation over being forced into participating in lesbian sex, and over the fact that the Commandant was continuing to gloat as he moved his fingers up and down his cock. She was no more than a game to him after all, and now she was beginning to feel more insecure than ever. It bothered Sylvia that she had argued with the Commandant against participating in sex with Rebecca. For all she knew, that could mean the end of her. Sylvia recognized only too well just how touchy a man the egomaniacal Lieutenant Colonel could be.
"Keep your tongue busy," he exclaimed. "Come on, keep your tongue moving. Keep it grinding. Faster. Come on, faster."
As Sylvia's tongue continued scraping up and down Rebecca's trembling thigh, the Lieutenant Colonel gripped his penis that much more sharply and manipulated his fingers up and down the brisk base of it with flowing desire.
"Okay, so start sucking her ass hole now," the Commandant finally said. "You've warmed her up with the thigh sucking. Play with her tits and suck her ass. That will get Rebecca excited. Isn't that right, Rebecca?"
"I'm already very excited," Rebecca said. "She's done a beautiful job sucking me so far."
"Not bad for a beginner," the Commandant said. "Now I'll give her a chance to do a little more."
Sylvia's quick, rippling tongue worked its way inside of Rebecca's anus. As she twisted and tickled with her tongue, her fingers reached out and grabbed hold of Rebecca's breasts.
The warm, white, silky tits of Rebecca felt firm in her grasp as she held on tightly, clutching against her breasts as she let her sharply wielding tongue position itself back and forth as it manipulated stirringly inside of her ass hole.
"Ohhh, what an ass lick," Rebecca said. "Sylvia, darling. Ohhh, your tongue, ohhh, what a gorgeous, glorious tongue. Suck. Come on, suck."
Sylvia kept up her authoritative tongue thrusting, letting it slip and slide as it worked its way deep inside of her ass hole. Eventually the Commandant decided that it was time for her to go for an orgasm, to let her probing tongue go to work inside of Rebecca's moist, inviting, ever-so-excited pussy.
"Come on, Sylvia, start sucking Rebecca's cunt," the Commandant roared. "Go down on her. Come on, slide your slimy tongue inside of her pussy."
The Commandant's peter became significantly harder as he watched Sylvia remove her tongue from Rebecca's anus, then push it forward toward her wet, inviting slit.
The Commandant looked down at the matted pubic hairs of Rebecca, then at her delicious, already dripping cunt. He observed the way that Sylvia began to slide her tongue inside of Rebecca's nest, beginning slowly, moving her tongue back and forth as it made contact with Rebecca's mound.
"Go faster," the Commandant exclaimed. "Come on, you can do better than that."
Sylvia stepped up the pace of her throbbing tongue movements, sliding her warm, red tongue with invigorating enthusiasm as it pushed inside of her slit. Sylvia recognized that if she failed to give it anything less than her all that she would be in a great deal of difficulty with her tough task master, the Commandant.
"You can slow it down a little bit now," the Commandant said after she reached fever pitch with her sucking. "Come on, slide your tongue just a little bit slower. But keep pushing it inside of her pussy. Come on, keep driving it."
As she kept sliding her tongue inside of Rebecca's warm, excited box, Rebecca's hips twisted and her legs kicked out in front of her, demonstrating just how eager she was to respond to Sylvia.
"Honey, I'm gonna pop my juices," Rebecca exclaimed. "Come on, Sylvia. Keep driving your tongue. I love the way you're working it. Slide it inside my slit. Ooooh, ohhh, I'm itchy. Baby, I'm itching all over. Your tongue is doing such a beautiful job of it. Come on, ohhh, come on, drive it. Yes, ohhh, come on, drive your tongue. Ohhh, darling, I love this action."
A few zestful strokes later, Rebecca could no longer hold back her juices. They began to splash from her pussy and into Sylvia's mouth as Sylvia swallowed with everything she had, gulping down the droplets of her lover's fiery snatch fluid.
"Very good," the Commandant said. "You're learning a little something about life, Sylvia."
Rebecca looked down at Sylvia's body with great anxiety. The Commandant could tell just from the expression on her face how much she would enjoy grinding her tongue inside of the beautiful young woman's mound.
"You want her, don't you?" the Lieutenant Colonel asked grinningly.
"I do. Ohhh, but I do."
"All right, you can have her."
"Can I suck her ass and her cunt?"
"You can suck anything you like."
Sylvia lay back as Rebecca ground her tongue against her left breast. Sylvia liked the quick, commanding manner in which Rebecca allowed her all-conquering tongue to blast against her breast. The quicker that her stiff tongue probed against her tit, the more excitement that Sylvia felt as she manipulated her fiery hips back and forth in rhythmic response to the tongue stabs.
"So you don't think this lesbian sex is all that bad after all," the Commandant laughed. "I had a feeling you'd be able to hold up well under it."
Rebecca kept on letting her racing tongue probe against Sylvia's left breast until, finally, she switched the action over to her right tit, maintaining great steadiness of movement as her tongue kept on threshing, working against the warm, agitated folds of flesh.
"I like that," the Commandant said. "Rebecca, you're doing a very commendable job."
When Rebecca turned her tongue loose from Sylvia's breasts, she observed with great joy the manner in which Sylvia's whole body kept sliding back and forth.
"I want your ass hole," Rebecca told her.
Rebecca reached down and clutched at Sylvia's pliable ass cheeks. She pinched and twitched with her fingers, allowing them to maintain freedom of movement as she drove her tongue ever so quickly forward, letting it slice its way inside of her lover's ass hole.
"Come on, plant it in her ass," the Commandant said excitedly. "Come on, keep grinding your tongue, Rebecca. Suck the bitch's ass hole. What a tongue artist you are. Just keep it going. Ahhh, come on, slide it, yes, slide it beautifully."
Her quick, devastating tongue continued to drive with authority, blasting back and forth as she worked it ever deeper and more rapidly inside of her lover's ass hole.
When Rebecca finally got in her share of ass sucking, she removed her tongue from her lover's anal slit. By then she was ready to go on to the next step, the wild pussy sucking session that would result in her lover exploding.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Commandant beamed brightly, enjoying the activity that he was so carefully observing between the two girls.
He liked the fact that he had subjected Sylvia to some humiliation, and he was looking forward to doing a whole lot more of the same once that he launched his hard, active cock into a wild session with the two beautiful women.
"Go ahead, Rebecca," the Commandant exclaimed. "Suck that cute little twat's pussy. Go down on her. Run your tongue inside of her snatch."
The Commandant continued to watch as Rebecca shoved her stiff, hot, red tongue forward, letting it work its way inside of Sylvia's box. Back and forth she twisted her tongue, allowing it to maintain vigorous, assertive impact as Sylvia's body rolled resplendently.
The sweat began to surface on Sylvia's thighs and face as she continued to receive quick, probing tongue thrusts from Rebecca, who was ever so eagerly driving her that much nearer to the point of an erotic, inspiring orgasm.
"Keep your tongue plunging," Sylvia said. "Rebecca, darling, are you ever good."
While Rebecca kept on moving her burning tongue with piston-like grace, sliding and slashing it inside her lover's scorching love pit, she reached out and made a grab for Sylvia's buttocks. The tighter that she squeezed with her fervent, determined fingers, the closer that she pushed her to the climactic moment when all the fiery liquids would spray voluminously from her mound.
"Keep your busy tongue moving," the Commandant said. "Ohhh, Rebecca, just watching you is getting me so much more excited. Am I ever gonna turn you two lovely little bitches every way but loose. You're gonna find out that your Commandant is very much alive when it comes to his hot, rigid cock and the desires that he has flowing within him."
The Commandant reached down and slid his fingers up and down his huge, steaming stem. The quicker that he fingered, the greater the recognition became that he still had a strong attachment for Sylvia, something that certainly went beyond his naked animal lust.
He kept looking down at her wet, responsive pussy, which reacted to the whipping, piercing tongue stabs of Rebecca.
A few quick, flowing tongue movements later, the juices shot from Sylvia's hot slit and into her lover's mouth.
"Ohhh, ooooh, oooh, ahhh," Sylvia gasped. "Rebecca, ohhh, what a tongue. What a beautiful, glorious tongue you have. It's such a nice tongue. Ohhh, it's so beautiful."
When Rebecca removed her tongue from her lover's mound, the Commandant recognized it was his turn to move into action. He felt like he just had to humiliate Sylvia. Indeed, that was why he'd brought her there. He couldn't soften, such as he was showing signs of doing, while he watched her having her pussy sucked. He had done his best to humiliate her by forcing Sylvia to engage in all kinds of wild sucking with Rebecca, and now he was going to have to personally humiliate her.
"Sylvia, just open that mouth of yours," he ordered sharply. "I'm pushing my pecker inside of you. And while I'm fucking your mouth, Sylvia, Rebecca is gonna suck my ass hole. Isn't that right, Rebecca?"
"Yes, I'll do anything you say, Commandant," Rebecca said.
"You're a well-trained girl."
"Yes, Commandant."
He pushed his pummeling pecker forward, his legs rolling with anticipation as he extended them, placing his legs on both sides of his victim's head. Sylvia looked up at him with fearful concern. Just seeing the size of his mammoth, rock-hard hammer caused her to feel quivering waves of fear in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help but think that he could kill her with such a mammoth object if he really desired to.
The Commandant shoved his horny, grinding cock forward, letting it push its way inside of Sylvia's mouth. He penetrated with it ever so swiftly, allowing it to grind and stab as he worked it all the way to the base of her throat.
"Come on, suck my ass now," the Commandant ordered Rebecca. "I want a good ass licking. I want that tongue of yours to be really sliding inside there, bitch. I want you to really push it inside of my ass hole. I expect obedience, blind obedience from both of you. Do you understand that, Rebecca?"
"Oh, yes, Commandant."
"Good. Then I want to feel your tongue. I want to feel your hot, prickly tongue pushing inside of my ass."
The Commandant eagerly wiggled his buttocks to and fro, doing all that he could to make the proposition enticing for Rebecca. She shoved her tongue forward, letting it blast and surge as it worked its way inside of his anus.
"Splendid," the Commandant erupted eagerly. "I like that. Ooooh I'm gonna let my racing cock blast as deep as it can. I'm gonna smash it into her throat. Smash it with everything I can. Ohhh, do I like this. Do I like this stroking. Do I like your tongue, Rebecca. Do I like my cock. My wild, excited cock."
The Commandant kept on blasting away, unrestrainedly driving his stiff, zealous pole deep inside of her mouth. The swifter that he solidly penetrated with his rangy, blasting tool, the closer that he moved toward the state of an ecstatic climax. He kept on hammering, driving with his peter, letting his piercing pole push as it worked that much deeper inside of her mouth, wedging finally at the base of her throat.
"Ahhh, this is good," the Commandant smiled. "It's good to wedge my cock against the base of this bitch's throat. And keep it up, Rebecca. Don't let up. I want your tongue to keep sliding. Keep pushing it inside my ass hole. Push it fast. Come on, work it. Yes, work it fast."
While the Commandant moved several throbbing stabs closer to his ultimate ecstatic orgasm, Rebecca kept up her swift, winding tongue stabs as she ground and twisted with it, allowing her tongue to probe skillfully as it made its way into the passionate, innermost depths of her captor's anus.
The Commandant wiggled his huge, rock-hard body back and forth a few more times, then let out some loud gasps.
'There it is," he declared with an air of celebration. "My roaring juices are shooting. They're spilling. Ooooh, ahh, ohhh, my balls are itching. Ohhh, this wonderful itchiness. These great, wonderful feelings. Yes, ohhh, ahhh, I love this. Ooooh, ohhh, do I love this."
His hammering prick kept on blasting, driving ever so deeply inside of Sylvia's mouth. All the while Rebecca continued to stab ever so assertively with her tongue, letting it thrust and twist as it kept on making its way inside of the Commandant's ass hole.
When the final few drops of the Lieutenant Colonel's juices had been expelled from the end of his torrid dagger, he removed his prick, deciding that it was time to move on to some more physical activity.
He planted his fingers against his cock, then moved them up and down the full length of it several times.
"Take over," he commanded Sylvia. "Come on, start running your fingers up and down my peter. Run them quickly. Quickly, I say quickly."
Sylvia responded by reaching out with her trembling fingers, allowing them to grind and twist as they moved up and down his hard, energetic joy stick. The quicker that her fingers worked with sizzling determination against his steaming organ, the louder that the Commandant begged for more of the same.
"Come on, move your fingers," he said. "Do it faster, bitch. Faster, or I'll slap your pretty little face."
The Commandant felt that it was imperative for him to come on hard. He could not show softness in dealing with this beautiful young Jewess who had unfortunately prompted too much sensitivity within him anyway. So much so that he could still feel great insecurities as a result.
"Come on, move them faster," he said. "I want your fingers to grind. I say grind. Press. Come on, press with them."
Her fingers kept up their quick, determined pace as they ground against the Commandant's lengthy stem. Eventually he decided that he was ready to move on to the next phase of the activity.
"Turn your fingers loose," he said. "Come on, remove them."
When she finished removing her fingers, the Commandant reached down with his right hand and began to probe with his index finger ever so stiffly inside of Sylvia's anus. His finger thumped so rigidly inside of her hot hole that he hurt her, and that was exactly what he was planning to do.
"This ass hole needs to be violated," he laughed. There's nobody better than the Commandant to carry out that very purpose. Oh, yes, am I ever gonna slam it. Am I ever gonna push it inside of your ass hole."
Sylvia was finally beginning to see just what was happening with the Commandant. Occasionally she would observe a look of softness in his eyes. Whenever that would happen, he would then begin to assume a hardened look on his face, and his nose would crinkle. The Commandant would then decide that it was time to get tough in dealing with beautiful Sylvia.
His finger kept on probing sharply, working with stiff rapidity as he kept on letting it slide deep inside her ass hole.
When he finally removed it, he reached out with both hands and started slapping sharply against her ass cheeks.
"I'm gonna hurt your butt," he said. "This is what you deserve. Yes, you deserve to be slapped. You certainly do."
His hands kept on working with quick, crisp rapidity as he let them slam and slash against her buttocks. He finally removed them from her ass cheeks, by which time he was ready to send his hard, assertive cock inside of her anal passage.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "I'm gonna push my cock inside of your ass."
Her body riddled with pain, Sylvia lay there trembling. Her ass cheeks had been stung by his quick, overpowering slaps.
"Get down on all fours," he crisply commanded. "Come on, on all fours. I'm fucking your ass. I'm gonna fuck it with everything I've got. I'm gonna really let it stab. I'm gonna play grab-ass with you while I'm doing it, bitch."
Sylvia accommodatingly flung her hips from side to side, doing everything that she could to provide the Commandant with the kind of positive satisfaction that he deemed necessary. She feared crossing this man. Sylvia recognized that he was in a more potentiously dangerous mood then that at any time before, since his psyche was in a troubled state. The Commandant was being pulled in two opposite directions. One was his intense Nazi training and the emphasis on discipline and absence of sensitivity. That was contrasted sharply with the other example, that of being sensitively drawn toward a beautiful woman.
Every now and then he would scowl, and when that happened Sylvia recognized that he was telling himself that he was a Nazi officer first and that had to take precedence over any feelings he might otherwise possess.
The Commandant reached out and made a grab for Sylvia's ass cheeks. Once again she felt tremendous tinges of pain as he clutched at her buttocks. Earlier he had slapped them, and now his fingers held on tightly.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Commandant smiled ghoulishly as he continued to clasp his fingers tightly against his lover's quivering ass flesh.
He listened to the soft, sensual moans of his captive, who endured the pain as best she could, seeking to remain silent so that she would not provoke the Lieutenant Colonel anymore.
"What a beautiful set of ass cheeks," he said. "They're so rich and firm. I love holding onto them. Do I ever love clutching with both hands. I'm gonna keep holding on tightly. My fingers are gonna probe. And then I'm gonna fuck you."
As his fingers squeezed the ripe folds of ass flesh, the Commandant shoved his hard, assertive organ forward, allowing it to make its first contact with Sylvia's ass hole.
"I love squeezing these cheeks," he laughed.
Rebecca continued to watch the action.
"Do you want me to help out with anything, Commandant?" she asked with blind obedience.
"Yes, not a bod idea," the Commandant replied. '"You can suck my ass hole. How does that grab you, whore?"
"I'm ready to suck your ass. I'm ready to do anything to you."
"Very good. You'll get along in this camp as long as you maintain that attitude."
Rebecca moved her tongue forward, letting it snake with sensuous rhythm as it worked its way inside of his anus. The Commandant enjoyed the stabbing sensations of her tongue working its way inside of his ass hole.
While Rebecca ass sucked the Nazi officer, he slammed his cock with as much force as he could muster, driving it deep inside of Sylvia's rectum. Tears of pain surfaced in her eyes as she kept on receiving his hot, punching movements. The faster that he slashed with his rapier-like stabs, the closer that he pushed himself to the brink of a penetrating and zealous climax.
"I'm gonna slap your butt again," he announced. "I'm really gonna slap your ass cheeks. Do I ever love fucking your ass. Do I ever love driving my cock into you."
He kept heaving loud, deep sighs as the Commandant worked his driving cock ever so deeply inside of his lover's ass hole. The swifter that he ramrodded with his tight, all-conquering spear, the closer that he moved toward climax.
"Just roll your butt around, bitch," the Commandant exclaimed. "Ohhh, bitch, am I gonna fuck your ass. Am I gonna grind in it. Ooooh, ahhh, what a fuck."
He kept on rigidly slamming his steaming, energetic prick inside of Sylvia's ass while as he moved that much closer to his orgasm.
A few vicious stabs later, the juices began to catapult from the end of his flaming prick and into her anus. Her hips twisted and wound as he unleashed the final few drops of his phallic fluid.
"What a fuck, what an ass," the Commandant said.
Rebecca moved her tongue from the Commandant's ass hole, then tenderly patted him on the ass cheeks.
"You two girls are quite a team," the Commandant said, rising slowly from the bed. "But get dressed. I'm sending you back to your cells. You both served your purpose."
"Thank you, Commandant," Rebecca bowed ever so subserviently.
"You're welcome. You thank your Commandant, too, Sylvia."
The Commandant's eyes fastened on Sylvia. As he held his stare, she recognized she would have to placate him.
"Thank you, Commandant," she said softly.
"That's better. Much better," the Commandant nodded.
That evening the Commandant found it impossible to sleep. He kept thinking about Sylvia's trembling body, and how much he had hurt her when he had both slapped her buttocks and inserted his stiff prick inside of her tight ass hole.
What bothered him even more, it seemed, was that he felt that Sylvia would hate him more than ever. He began to feel weak with the knowledge that this girl actually meant something, that the way she reacted to him had a profound impact on the Commandant.
He had several shots of Scotch, hoping that he would be lulled to sleep by the alcohol. But all the booze did was to make his brain more fertile, causing him to constantly think back to the terrible image of Sylvia and her trembling body.
The next two days passed with the Commandant remaining in a confused blur. All he could think of was Sylvia and, after all of his thinking, he decided to take a concrete step.
During the day he made arrangements to have Sylvia brought to the banquet hall that evening, where he would have a lavish dinner served both for himself and the beautiful young Jewess.
Throughout the dinner, he was in an apologetic frame of mind. Finally the Commandant broke with his rigid conditioning, sobbing as he told Sylvia just how much she meant to him.
"I'm so sorry I beat your ass cheeks," he said. "I shouldn't have done anything more than give you a few affectionate little slaps."
"That's all right, Commandant. I thought all along that you were a gentleman."
The Commandant took a sip from his champagne, then stared at Sylvia with disbelief.
"You really believed that I was a gentleman?" he asked.
"I did, Commandant. I believed that you definitely were a gentleman."
"I'm amazed. Truly amazed. And gratified that you would think that. After all, I certainly gave you enough reasons to think other wise."
"May I speak frankly?"
"Yes, you may. As a matter of fact, I wish you'd dispense with calling me Commandant. I mean, while we're alone. If somebody were to come in, then I would have to insist upon the formalities."
"I realize that."
"But please call me Gustav. I would appreciate it if you did."
Gustav reached over with his right hand, touching her smooth, soft hand ever so tenderly.
"Very well, Gustav."
By then Sylvia was in a confused state of mind of her own. At first she had been doing nothing more than playing along with the Commandant, but suddenly she was seeing a new side of him emerging. She recognized how far he had had to proceed to throw off the conditioning that had been such a fundamental part of him for so long. After all, the Lieutenant Colonel had been a byproduct of the rigidly doctrinaire Hitler system, and had been a follower of the Fuhrer for a number of years. Now all of a sudden he was professing his strong emotional attachment to a Jewish woman, and he was doing it unhesitatingly.
As for Sylvia, her confusion was stemming from the fact that she was now beginning to feel a strong sensual pull toward the Commandant. She looked into his ruggedly handsome face and felt her pussy tingle with anticipation. Yes, this was a man she could definitely admire, and it made her feel guilty what with her fiance Max involved in anti-Nazi spy activity in her native country.
The longer that she looked at the Commandant, the faster that his hardness began to melt. Now he was all sweetness and light, and as his eyes met hers, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to do my best to see that you don't get hurt," he said. "I would give you more privileges, except for the fact that they already thought me peculiar to even give you reading material and some better food. If I went any further; believe me I would be called on the carpet."
"I recognize that. But I don't want you to take any chances."
"The one thing that I can't risk is having any suspicions grow," the Commandant told her. "You see, even though I'm in charge, all somebody would have to do would be launch an official complaint. If the party investigated and it was determined that I was at fault, then I would at least be replaced in my command, if not taken out and shot for treason."
"I fully realize that."
"So you'll still have to submit to sex from other men. There's nothing I can do about that. At least not for the immediate future. Do you understand me?"
"I most certainly do, Commandant."
"You mean Gustav."
"I'm sorry, Gustav."
They got up from the table and walked hand in hand toward the bed. As the Commandant allowed his beautiful lover an opportunity to remove her prison outfit, he walked over toward a record player in the middle of the room. He put on a Wagner selection, then walked back toward the bed.
As Sylvia slipped out of her prison attire, easing her beautiful nude form into the bed, she stared at the Lieutenant Colonel's bulging crotch, which indicated just how excited he was.
"Just look at my pecker," he smiled proudly. "I'm getting out of my clothes fast. Then I'm gonna make love to you properly. I will not inject any cruelty at all this time. You don't know how bad it made me feel to think about all the cruelty. And then I made matters worse by feeling guilty. Suddenly I don't feel guilty anymore. I feel an inner peace."
"I feel it myself," Sylvia said. "It feels great."
"Just wait until I show you just how much I really think of you," the Commandant said.
The Commandant slid out of his shorts, massaging his cock a few times. As he moved into bed with his beautiful prisoner, he reached down and started to tongue her thighs conscientiously.
He would register some quick, decisive thrusts against her left thigh, then proceed swiftly onward toward her right thigh, repeating the same quick, assertive stroke patterns.
"You're so good, so tender," she whispered. "Just keep your tongue rolling. Keep sliding it over my thighs. Darling, ohh, darling, oooh, I love it. Suck my thighs, suck them."
While the Commandant moved his tongue with increasing anxiety against his lover's thighs, he reached down and slid his fingers soothingly over her buttocks. This time it felt good to Sylvia, and she couldn't help but form a profound admiration for this ruggedly handsome man who had overcome all of the Nazi brainwashing to form a strong and unselfish love for her.
"My darling, your tongue is so beautiful," Sylvia whispered. "I like the way you're working it. Ohhh my pussy is so excited. You can reach out and touch my cunt any time you want to. I feels so good. It feels so good when you tongue my thighs."
His tongue kept on pressing with swift consistency, grinding against her thighs. He fingered her buttocks for a few more moments, then reached out with his right hand, sliding his quivering fingers inside of her already wet and inviting pink slit.
"Splendid," she gulped. "Your finger movements. Ohhh, the way you're pressing. I like it. Come on, darling. Ohhh, keep moving your fingers. Keep up the steady contact. It's so nice. Ohhh,, ahhh, it's very nice."
While his fingers ever so stirringly pressed inside of Sylvia's vagina, the busy Commandant worked his tongue up and down her thighs a few more times. When he finished, he let his tongue ease ever so slowly up her ass. With great finesse, slow but purposeful movement, he ground his tongue eagerly as it worked its way inside her ass hole.
"Super, ohh, what a super suck," she panted. "Keep on driving your tongue inside of me. Ohhh, ahhh, press it inside of me. Darling, keep it moving. Your tongue, ohhh, I love it. I love your way of working with it. It's so good. Your movements are so good. So spry. So uninhibited. You're so graceful now."
While his tongue kept on maintaining its same steady pace, driving back and forth as he worked it inside of her ass hole, he moved his fingers ever freer and more rapidly as he pushed inside her vagina. When he finally removed his flaming fingers from her hot pussy, Gustav decided to also remove his tongue from her ass hole. By then he was inflamed with a wild hunger, that of desiring her pussy, and he wanted to sink his tongue ever so swiftly inside of her furry box until the juices all shot.
He liked the way that Sylvia's body tensed. She was poised and ready for his first decisive tongue thrust, and as he pushed his tongue inside of her organ, her hips began to glide as they formed a steady rhythmic cadence. All the while she gasped hard, being propelled ever nearer to a zealous, devastating orgasm.
"Keep busy with your tongue," she said. "Ohhh, Gustav. I love you. Ooooh, do I love your tongue. Keep it sliding. Ooooh, ahhh, ohhh, suck me. Darling, suck me."
Gustavo's swift, flowing tongue continued to grind as he worked it ever deeper inside of her hot pit. Sylvia's broiling thighs and ass cheeks continued their rapid-fire, twisting movements as he kept sinking his tongue against her love pit, grinding every now and then against her bubbly, effervescent clit.
"Come on, keep stroking," she panted. "Ooooh, ahh, keep stroking. All the juices are gonna spray. It feels so wonderful. Darling, ohhh, they're all gonna spray. They're gonna spill from my cunt. Darling, ohhh, come on, keep wielding your tongue. Slide it inside of me. Yes, slide it."
A few convincing strokes later, the juices began to pour from her pussy and into Gustavo's mouth. Sylvia noticed the enthusiasm with which he licked every drop from her dewy slit, after which he removed his tongue from her pussy and licked his lips.
"A perfectly delicious meal," he smiled. "Did I ever love it."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Now that Gustav had treated her so tenderly and had brought her off in such a spectacular way, lovely Sylvia wanted to demonstrate her affection for him.
She moved her racing tongue forward, letting it slip its way inside of his ass hole. Gustavo's whole body came alive with a wild, zealous surge. His grinding hips kept on moving and he heaved deep sighs while she kept up her solid, decisive pace, bringing her tongue to bear with surging rapidity as it kept on driving and slashing inside of his ass hole.
"Keep busy," Gustav said. "Darling your tongue is good. Ohhh, I wonder if you're gonna blow me. Yes, that's what you're getting ready to do. I'm all for the idea. Honey, come on, suck me."
Her tongue worked fervently as it kept blasting back and forth, sliding into the deepest inner crevices of his anal passage. While she kept on grinding with her sharply rotating tongue, she pushed it ever deeper inside of his ass hole. While her tongue kept on maintaining a steady, fiery pursuit, she reached down and made a grab for his cock. Up and down her fingers steadily probed as she worked it with great precision, letting her fingers slide zestfully as they worked up and down his long, hot spear.
"You're doing so fine," he said. "You're doing splendidly. Move to the head of the class, fraulein. Oooh, are you sucking my ass."
When Sylvia finally brought her ass licking to a halt, she removed her tongue from his anus and let it go to work against the Commandant's testicles. With every quick, sweeping stab, she propelled him into that much greater a state of wild exhilaration. Her tongue kept on pressing and twisting, and as it did she corresponded her finger movements in tune with them. As her fingers raced up and down his hard, excited peter, he was pushed ever closer to the state of a throbbing phallus explosion.
"Keep on sucking me," he said. "Keep your tongue moving. Grind it, baby."
When Sylvia brought her testicle sucking to a halt, she then let her tongue immediately attack Gustavo's cock. She could tell from the way his body was trembling and from the loud, heavy gasps of breath that he emitted, just how close he was to that moment when all of the juices would have to explode from the end of his rangy dick.
"Come on, you're gonna bring me off," he sighed. "Darling, suck it. Yes, suck it."
The gasping Gustav reached out and slid his fingers through Sylvia's dark, now sweaty hair. Her head bobbed rapidly as her tongue strokes began to increase in rapidity. She moved her tongue swiftly up and down his hard, devastated organ. The swifter that her probing tongue worked against his cock, the more rapidly that she drove her fingers as she let them slice and twist against his nuts. All the while he was being propelled that much nearer to the state of glory when the juices would shoot out of his long pole and into her mouth.
"Keep sucking," Gustav gasped. "Ohhh, ahhh, it's all gonna shoot. What a nice feeling. Darling, ohhh, suck it off. Yes, suck my hot prick. Ooooh, ohhh, you like Gustavo's cock. I can see it."
Gustav clasped ever so sharply to his lover's head, then heaved a loud, final sigh as he watched the escaping drops of his hot, volcanic semen begin to propel from the end of his long prick and into her mouth.
"It's spilling so nicely," he gasped. "Come on, swallow it, my sweet. You want every drop."
Sylvia's heart beat rapidly as she let her twisting tongue move back and forth. All the while she was seeking to catch each and every drop of his hot, fiery peter liquid. A few seconds it was all over and the two of them ever so fondly embraced.
Gustav wanted to let Sylvia know just how much he had enjoyed the beautiful attention that she had paid him, so he pushed his lips forward and let them make contact with hers. Their lips remained locked against one another for several long seconds, after which Gustav then removed his lips from hers.
His cock reeled with wild sensation as he anticipated the next step in the delightful, erotic-filled session. He reached down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to slide inside of her vagina. The quicker that his twisting fingers manipulated inside of her warm twat, the louder that lovely Sylvia gasped as she did everything she could to excite her man.
"Come on, lover, fuck me," she said. "Honey, ohhh, I want your cock. Ram it into me. I want to feel it. I want you to push it inside me."
"I want to fuck your pussy," Gustav exclaimed.
"Oh, yes, plant it inside my nest. Give me a wild fuck. Come on, ohhh, screw me. Screw my snatch."
"I will. Ohhh, do I ever want it."
Gustav reached down and let his fingers slide around her breasts. The tighter that he squeezed them, the more rippling excitement that he felt throughout his body as he prepared to launch his swift, invigorating screw.
The Commandant's steaming penis plunged forward, sliding with broiling enthusiasm as he pushed it toward his lover's pussy. His thick, scorching dick worked its way inside the webbing of Sylvia's pussy as she ground her enthused hips back and forth, reacting stirringly to every quick, dagger-like stroke that he sent inside of her mound.
The swifter that he slammed his steaming peter inside of her pussy, the closer that he moved toward the point of an ecstatic explosion, when all of the juices would shoot from the end of his torpedo-like pole.
"Come on, fuck me," she sighed. "I like the way you're screwing me. Ooooh, ahhh, I like the way you're slamming with your cock. Keep grinding it. Ohhh, ahhh, keep pushing it inside my pussy."
His hard, super-agitated organ kept on pressing ever so deeply as it worked its way into the soft, wet inner folds of her vaginal flesh.
Her hips curled back and forth a few more times as Gustav planted his scorching, semen-coated rod deep inside of her snatch.
Finally the torrid juices began to shoot from the end of his thick, energetic stem. His whole body trembled with each and every plunging stab as the juices sprayed with great joy.
"Oooh, what a pussy," Gustav said. "Keep moving it, baby. I want you to slide it. Ooooh, ahhh, slide it back and forth. I love this fuck. Ooooh, I love sticking my dick inside you."
When Gustav removed his cock from his lover's snatch, he reached out with his right index finger and let it begin to probe inside of her ass hole.
"I'm just getting you a little more excited," he smiled. "I know you love these sensations."
"I hope you'll do more than that," she gasped. "I want you to fuck my snatch, darling. I want you to rip with your cock. Push it inside of my pussy. Ooooh, ahhh, please. Come on, please fuck me. Please fuck my snatch. Drive your cock inside me. Drive it hard. Ahhh, drive it fast. Poke it inside of my ass hole."
Gustav heaved a deep sigh, then reached out and made a grab for his lover's legs. He held on tightly, then directed his cock forward, allowing it to probe and slash as he worked it inside of Sylvia's ass hole.
"Ahhh, penetrate me," she gasped. "I want you to plunge with your cock. Drive it. Ahhh, ohhh, I want you to drive it. Work it inside my ass. Ooooh, ahhh, come on, fuck me. Go ahead, ohhh, screw my ass hole."
His hard, ramming digit kept on driving ever deeper inside of her ass hole. A few hot, pumping thrusts later, the juices began to shoot out of the end of his joyous stick and into her anal slit.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck me," she gasped. "Keep sending your tool into me, honey. Ohhh, ahhh, I want it. I really want it."
Gustavo's broiling hips kept on working as he pumped with his hard rod, watching as the flowing droplets of his thick juice continued to spray from the end of his hot, erotic prick and into her ass hole.
When Gustav removed his cock from her ass, he looked down at Sylvia. He cupped her head in his hands, then kissed her lips.
"This must be our secret," he said. "We cannot tell anyone about this."
"Yes, Gustav. It will remain our secret."
"It's strange how the fates work things out," he shook his head. "Like me falling for you. I never thought anything like this would be possible."
"I never thought it would be possible for me to fall for you either," Sylvia acknowledged.
"But here we are, two people who have this strong urge for one another."
A few moments later Gustav called in the guards.
"Remove this bitch," he called out angrily. "She had to be taught who was boss."
"Did you show her, Commandant?" one of the guards asked.
"Of course I did," he said. "These bitches all have to understand. When they deal with Lieutenant Colonel Gustav Schumann, they are dealing with a strict disciplinarian. Now she'll be that much easier for the men she encounters."
"Those noble officers," one of the men nodded.
"Yes, they deserve to enjoy the ultimate," Gustav said. "This little bitch will do the job for them. At least she'd better."
"Yes, we won't allow any insubordination in this camp, Commandant," one of the guards agreed. "These Jewish bitches have to be taught a good lesson. They must be put in their place."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Two days after the Commandant had enjoyed such tender and wonderful sex with Sylvia, he received a call from Lieutenant Von Metz.
The Lieutenant had just returned from Paris and wanted some sex. He had heard from his friends Captains Hagg and Walter about Sylvia, and he was lavish in his comments.
"Yah, I hear that one is a real good piece of ass," he said. "Set it up for me tomorrow night, Commandant. You can have the banquet hall ready for a returning hero from the French campaign."
"Of course, Lieutenant," the Commandant said, his heart sinking fast. "I will have everything ready for tomorrow night."
"I'd like a nice meal, some cognac, and then some beautiful sex. It's great to be away from the tensions of the war front for a little while."
"Yes, I suppose it is. I'll be looking forward to seeing you then."
"Just see that you have that gorgeous piece of ass around," the Lieutenant laughed. "And congratulations on doing a fine job here at the camp. I've heard nothing but praise over the way that this is being run."
"Thank you, Lieutenant."
Once that the Commandant hung up the telephone, he knew that he needed a good strong drink. It bothered him that the women he loved was going to have to be subjected to Lieutenant Von Metz' stern sexual onslaught. The thing that bothered him most was that Von Metz had a reputation for being very cruel, for going all the way, for hurting women whenever he felt like it.
The next evening would be a difficult one for the Commandant, but he was determined to bear up under it as well as possible.
Von Metz arrived in a triumphant frame of mind. He spoke glowingly throughout the meal about how well the German army had things in hand in France, after which he settled down and sipped a couple glasses of cognac. By the time that he was finished with his second glass, he jumped up from the table, his eyes widening with a sense of constantly developing excitement.
"Let's get into this right now," he said urgently. "I want a good fuck. I want to see this beautiful woman. Bring her in. Come on and bring her in right now."
A few moments later the guards led Sylvia into the room. She stood next to the bed, looking at the Lieutenant pensively.
"My but you look good," he said. "Take everything off. Come, strip clean. I want all of your clothes off, and I'm gonna do the same thing."
The Commandant decided not to strip out of his uniform. As the Lieutenant ever so eagerly removed his coat, he looked over at the Commandant.
"Well, Commandant, aren't you going to get in on this?" he asked.
"No, I think I'll pass," he said. "I get more than my share, as you certainly must realize. So I'll just let you have the fun this time around."
"Splendid, because I'm more than happy to take it," he laughed.
The beautiful young woman slipped out of her prison uniform, revealing herself totally in the nude as she slipped inside of the bed.
"What an ass you have," the Lieutenant panted. "It looks so good. What a beautiful, glorious ass. Am I ever gonna tie into it. Am I ever gonna have fun with that ass."
Lieutenant Von Metz slipped his shorts down his legs, then let his dangling cock pop free. He threw himself down on top of the bed, reaching out and making a grab for his lover's buttocks. The quicker that his stiff fingers probed and twisted as he let them plunge against her ass cheeks, the greater the degree of excitement that he felt throughout his whole flowing body.
"I want you," he panted with great joy. "Ohhh, ahhh, do I ever love this beautiful piece of ass. Do I ever love the idea of fucking her."
The Lieutenant held on tightly to his victim's buttocks. The harder that his pressing, piercing fingers pushed against her warm ass flesh, the greater the amount of pain that she felt. The tight, precise finger movements continued as he ground with his fingers ever so deeply against her warm buttocks. As he held on, he pushed his tongue forward, letting it manipulate against her vagina.
At first the Lieutenant moved his tongue slowly, but after easing into the act, he then started to rotate it with thunderous precision, driving it solidly as it scraped and slashed against her hot, furry, ever-so-fervent nest.
Even though she detested this crude, cruel man, Sylvia was unable to prevent her sensuous self from responding to the quick, captivating tongue strokes that her lover sent forth as he slashed ever so deeply with his tongue inside of her warm, scorching nest.
The quicker that his driving, rapid-fire tongue made its way inside of her nest, the nearer that he pushed her to the state of a wild and glorious orgasm.
"Come on, keep stroking her," the Commandant said. "You're doing a good job of it."
Even though the Commandant was feeling great waves of resentment over what was happening, he knew that he also had to keep up a good image. If he did not make it appear that he was enjoying what was happening, he would run into all kinds of trouble with the High Command, and so it remained for him to do whatever he thought was necessary. If it were ever know how much he cared for Sylvia, or if anyone even suspected him of holding feelings of tenderness for her, it would be disaster.
The swift tongue strokes of Lieutenant Von Metz continued as he slashed and probed with his tongue, driving it with great steadiness as he worked it deep inside of her hot slit. All the while he was bringing her that much closer to the state of a passionate and zealous orgasm, when the juices would shoot from her pussy and into his mouth.
"Come on, keep stroking her," the Commandant repeated.
Even though he hated the idea of Von Metz fucking with Sylvia, the Commandant was at least pleased that he had started out with some pussy sucking. Just maybe, he hoped, the wild Von Metz would not find it necessary to go into all kinds of bizarre and painful sex activities with Sylvia.
A few twisting strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her pussy and into her lover's mouth. Sylvia heaved a sigh as the juices shot, spilling from her organ and into his mouth.
When the sucking all came to an end, the Lieutenant was alive with a state of surging excitement. He fingered his hot, aroused cock a few times, then tensed his body, preparing to launch into some swift fucking.
"I'm gonna screw your mouth," the Lieutenant said. "Just open your mouth wide, you little Jewish bitch. I'm gonna fuck it. I'm gonna blast with my cock. I'm gonna slam it deep in your mouth and I'm gonna juice."
The Lieutenant reached down and made a quick grab with both hands. His fingers held on tightly, manipulating solidly as he worked them against her warm flesh. The tighter that he squeezed with both hands, the louder he gasped as he propelled his hard, stinging cock forward, allowing it to work its way inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, this I like," he laughed. "You're gonna swallow my hard cock. The juices are gonna shoot. Oooh, ahhh, they're going to all spill out of me."
He kept on hoisting his thick, hard shaft, letting it surge and grind as he pushed it deep inside of his victim's mouth. The Commandant watched the way that Lieutenant Von Metz's churning hips kept on grinding, working swiftly from side to side as he propelled his hard, sturdy peter deep inside of her, working ever so sharply as he pushed that much closer to the state of a wild and joy-filled orgasm.
A supremely confident smile filled his face as the Lieutenant kept on working his hard, sharp cock, driving it sturdily as it worked its way deep inside of her mouth. With great swiftness, he hammered it all the way to the base of her throat, working it with steady zeal as he moved ever nearer to the state of climax.
"Oooh, what a fuck," the Lieutenant panted. "I'm gonna blow all my juices. They're all gonna shoot. Ooooh, I feel the twitching itchiness. I feel it in my balls. Ooooh, my ball sac is loaded. Ohhh, oooh, it's shooting out of me."
He hammered as rigidly as he knew how, driving his blast-furnace cock deep inside of Sylvia's mouth. She could scarcely breathe as he kept on working with his steady, flaming rod, pole-axing her as he pushed and pumped ever nearer to climax.
While the stirring fucking pace continued, he reached down and pinched at her nipples. The tighter that he squeezed, the harder that his flinging peter hammered as he moved toward the faithful orgasm.
The juices started to spurt from the end of his rangy pole, splashing from the end of it and into his lover's mouth.
"Oooh, ohhh, what a joy shot," he laughed, turning around and smiling at the Commandant. "You've got a live one here. She's quite a fuck."
When the Lieutenant removed his cock from Sylvia's mouth, he reached down and started slapping her ass cheeks and legs. He continued doing so until the skin had reddened and finally he grabbed hold of her thighs, clinging sharply to them as he propelled his steady, rapier-like cock forward, letting it push its way toward her snatch.
"I'm gonna unleash my fires again," the Lieutenant sighed. "I'm driving my cock inside of your pussy. I'm gonna storm with my cock. I'm gonna let it blast. What fucking. Damned, what nice fucking."
His hard, ever-so-intense organ pushed forward as he drove it inside of her pussy. The harder that he slashed and pushed, the deeper that he imbedded his smooth, savory cock inside of her moist snatch.
He kept on blasting with his stiff dick, and every now and then the Lieutenant would slap at her buttocks. His hard-charging, ramrodding staff worked its way with great intensity as he pushed ever nearer to the state of a wild and ecstasy-filled climax.
"What a fuck," he said. "Ooooh, ahhh, what a tremendous screw."
He kept on hurling his blast-furnace dick back and forth, letting it pump and twist as he moved ever nearer to the point of orgasm. A few quick, pumping thrusts later, the juices began to spray from the end of the Lieutenant's long, hot, driving pole and into her pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm off again," the Lieutenant smiled. "So I want to fuck you again. I'm gonna keep screwing you. Ooooh, I like this. Do I ever love the way that this is going."
The Lieutenant reached out with his right middle finger, allowing it to blast tightly and firmly as he pushed it inside of her ass hole. The quicker and steadier that he probed with his finger, the more tense that his whole body became as he looked at every smooth, beautiful crevice of his enticing lover's body. He gasped ever so loudly as he kept staring at beautiful Sylvia.
"I want you," he said. "I'm fucking you. Ohhh, am I gonna fuck that ass. Am I ever gonna grind with my cock. I'm gonna grind it real nice. I'm gonna work with my prick. Ohhh, I'm gonna work with it."
He pushed his hot, fiery, cream-filled dick forward, allowing it to blast its way inside of her ass hole. The harder and faster that he pumped with his sharply rotating dick, the closer that he moved to the state of yet another climax.
The Lieutenant whipped with his quick, surging rod, letting it drive with energetic force as it kept on blasting hard and fast inside of her tight, painful ass.
"Come on, just keep twisting your butt," the Lieutenant grinned. "I'm gonna fuck it. Ohhh, am I ever gonna fuck your ass hole. I'm gonna keep it working. I'm gonna keep grinding with my dick until all the juices are out of me."
His swift, devastating pole kept on rigidly pumping as he worked it ever deeper inside of her ass hole. A few quick, sturdy pokes later, he could feel the earthquake of passion stored up in his cock and balls. The juices were ready to explode from his prick and testicles, set to shoot into her anal passage.
A few commanding strokes alter, he slapped at her buttocks, then heaved one loud, last sigh. His balls scalded with desire, and he rammed his devastating sheath all the way into the innermost depths of her bowels.
"Ooooh, ohhh, your ass is beautiful," he said, clutching tightly to it as the juices began to spill from his peter. "Ooooh, here it goes, ohhh, it's all spraying. Yes, ohhh, it's shooting. Ooooh, I love it."
His body kept rocking and humping as the drops of his thick, volcanic semen spurted from the end of his long rod and into her ass hole.
The Lieutenant removed his cock from Sylvia's sore ass hole.
"Play with my pecker," he pointed down toward his rod. "It's going to feel much more excitement. You're gonna get it up there. You're gonna get it right up there to where it was before. And after that happens, we're going to have another beautiful fuck."
Every now and then Sylvia would look over at the Commandant, who would provide her with an expression of sympathy. But she knew that his hands were tied and that she would have to bear up under the painful duress of the Lieutenant's pumping peter machinations.
Her fingers kept on grinding, working up and down his ever-intensifying cock. The quicker that her fingers plunged against his solid prick, the more
intense the expression became in Lieutenant Von Metz's eyes as he prepared to fuck her again.
"I want inside of your ass hole," the Lieutenant exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck your ass. I'm gonna slam with my dick. I'm gonna grind so nice with it. I'm gonna work it. Ooooh, I'm gonna work it."
He reached out and made a grab for her thighs, throwing her legs over his shoulders. The Lieutenant held on tightly, caroming his fingers against the smooth, warm flesh of his captive lover.
While he held on with tight precision, the Lieutenant worked his huge, volcanic cock inside of Sylvia's ass hole. He blasted with surging precision as he drove his sharp, steady dick inside of her ass hole.
The harder that the Lieutenant blasted away with his scorching stick, the closer that he moved toward an ecstasy-filled, erotic orgasm.
"I want it," he said. "Damned, I want it."
He panted and sighed, driving his grueling cock forward, positioning it sharply as he let it twist and plunge ever so deeply inside of her anal passage.
The swifter that her twisting legs glided back and forth, the harder that Von Metz pumped her with his rock-hard, razor-sharp dick.
A few grueling strokes later, it was just about over. His stampeding cock pushed with precision impact as it ground deep inside of her anus. The juices finally started to shoot from the end of his hard, sturdy dick and into her anus.
"Ooooh, oooh, what ass fucking," he said. "You must have a sore ass by now."
Sylvia grimaced, looking aver at the Commandant, who turned his head away. It bothered Lieutenant Colonel Schumann that he had to see his lover subjected to such indignities.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Much to the Commandant's dismay, Lieutenant Von Metz telephoned the next day.
"I want to come back again tonight," he said. "I have some business to take care of today, and then I want to meet you at the same time this evening. That little slut was really something. What a twisting ass she had. I never had so much fun sodomizing a woman in all my life."
"She is very good," Schumann replied.
"Very good, ohhh, she's magnificent. So have her ready for me this evening."
"I shall."
"Thank you, Commandant. I'll be seeing you later this evening."
It bothered the Commandant greatly that his beautiful Sylvia would have to once again be subjected to Von Metz's indignities. At least Von Metz had not been too brutal, he thought, something that gratified him at any rate in that sense.
Sylvia had a bedraggled look on her face as she was brought into the banquet hall that evening. It bothered her that she was being forced to submit so many times to these disgusting men, who wanted nothing other than to abuse her while in the process of enjoying themselves. Her body was tired and her muscles pained her greatly. In particular, her ass hole was intensely sore, and judging by the manner in which the Lieutenant had battered it the preceding evening, it was very easy to understand that.
The Lieutenant watched with open-eyed sensual fascination as his beautiful lover began to remove her clothes. As she stepped out of her prison uniform, he let out a loud, shrill whistle.
"Look at those legs," he told the Commandant. "Are you going to participate tonight, sir?"
"No, I will let our distinguished visitor have all the honors. I'll just watch."
"You don't want any action?"
"Not tonight. You see, I got plenty of action this afternoon."
"I see. So the Commandant is willing to endure a spectator's role tonight," the Lieutenant laughed. "Very well, that's fine with me. I enjoy being selfish with a woman like this anyway. I like the idea of doing it all on my own, by myself, and luxuriating in every touch."
His hard, all-conquering prick was unveiled for action. He pushed his rifle-like peter forward, allowing his cock to move toward her mouth.
The Lieutenant burst into loud, ghoulish laughter as he shoved his hard, determined prick inside of her mouth. He slashed back and forth a few times, grinding his hips as he did so. When he finally removed his cock from her mouth, he pointed down toward it.
"I'll let you take the initiative this time," he said, spreading his legs eagerly as he lay on the bed. "Come on, grab hold of my balls. Hold onto them tightly. Clutch my nuts and suck my cock. Work your tongue up and down my prick. Really let your tongue throb. Press it against my peter. Work it up and down my long, fleshy stick."
Her fingers pressed against his warm, scorching nuts. The tighter that she held on, the louder that the Lieutenant began to gasp as he heaved a deep sigh, anticipating some more wild sucking.
"Come on, suck my dick," he said. "Do it. Yes, ahhh, do it."
As her fingers moved surgingly against his testicles, she worked her tongue quickly and smoothly, driving it up and down the full length of his hard, mammoth cock. The quicker that she tickled him with her precise finger strokes against his testicles, the faster that her tongue smoothly made its way up and down the length of his stiff, impact-filled phallus, which was ready to explode its wild juices.
"Come on, eat it," he called out. "I want you to work your tongue. Darling, ohhh, work your tongue. Slide it. Press it up and down my long, fiery peter. Ohhh, come on, slice with your tongue. Ohhh, press it. Press with it. Suck me. Ohhh, suck it off. Come on, suck the stuff out of me."
The Lieutenant's eager, twisting body slid back and forth as his lover kept up her hot, grinding tongue stabs. While she tongued his peter energetically, she reached down and made another grab for his balls. The tighter she held on to his scorching nuts, the closer that she pushed him toward that invigorating moment when all of the juices would be released from the end of his cock.
A few twisting tongue stabs later, the juices began to pour out of the end of his hot, eager cock and into her mouth.
The Lieutenant's body jerked back and forth more noticeably than ever. He heaved loud, deep sighs as he reached out and ran his fingers through Sylvia's hair, begging her to suck every drop of thick, volcanic liquid.
"Come on, go get it," he said. "Go get the precious drops. Suck them out of me. Yes, suck every drop out of me. I want you to swallow it. Ooooh, come on, really swallow it."
Her legs kept kicking back and forth as she swallowed the drops of his angry flood tide. She kept hearing the sounds of his heavy, deep breathing as she went to work on his peter fluid, catching every droplet.
The wild blow job only served to excite Von Metz that much more as he leaned forward, driving his tongue spiritedly as it worked against her left thigh. The quicker that he probed with his tongue, the louder that she gasped in a state of anxiety-filled desire.
"Ohhh, it feels good," she sighed sensually.
"Of course it does," Von Metz stopped briefly and smiled. "I know what I'm doing."
The horny Lieutenant ground his pulsating tongue against first her left thigh, then her right, after which he then prepared to launch into a quick series of rapid-fire, stinging cock blasts.
He fingered his hard, phallic tool, moving up and down it with prompt assertion. When he removed his fingers, he reached out and made a quick grab for her thighs. As he held on tightly, the Lieutenant pried her thighs apart, then prepared to blast away with his hard, stinging cock, with which he knew he would make wild impact inside of her pussy.
"You've got a real prize here," he looked at Lieutenant Colonel Schumann and winked. "She's got to be the prize mare in your stable. What a little bitch. She knows how to take it. She can hold up under a good fuck."
"Thank you, Lieutenant, your kind words mean a lot to me," the Commandant replied.
The Commandant found it necessary several times to turn his head away when he watched the Lieutenant taking particular liberties with Sylvia. He wanted so badly to just reach out and beat in his skull for what he was doing to a woman he loved so very much.
Lieutenant Von Metz ground his stiff, steady cock forward, allowing it to work its way inside of her pussy.
The more sharply that he sent his hot, bulging dick inside of her, the closer that he worked his way to the state of an ecstasy-filled climax.
He kept on flipping his cock back and forth, letting it surge as he pushed it as deeply as he knew how inside of her warm folds of inner snatch flesh. She thrusted her hips and ground her body upward to meet his as he maintained his stabbing pace, driving his hard cock at a commanding level of activity as the juices were set to spray from the end of his sharply rotating, fiery phallus.
A few quick, dramatic stabs later, the drops of his flaming white fluid started to shoot in a flood tide of desire, from the end of his stiff, long pole and into her pussy.
"Oooh, ooooh, it's shooting out of me," he said.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was virtually inevitable that the Lieutenant would find reason to fuck Sylvia's ass hole.
He had been possessed with a burning, unflinching desire to once again conquer her anal slit. He reached inside of her ass hole with his right middle finger, gliding it ever so surgingly, letting it grip and twist as it worked its way into her hot hole. The faster that his flaming finger twisted and slid as he worked it inside of her, the more explosive the feeling of joy that emanated within him over the prospect of driving his quick, piercing stick inside of her hot ass.
His finger kept on flinging, driving sharply as he worked it inside of her anus. The swifter that he drove his finger inside of her ass hole, the greater the amount of excitement that he felt throughout his whole body.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass hole," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna let my scalding cock do the job. Okay, I'm gonna ram it, I'm really gonna ram it."
The Commandant watched painfully as the Lieutenant removed his finger from Sylvia's ass hole. He ground his fingers against her thighs, then threw them over his shoulders. By then he was set to launch into a prompt and vigorous attack wherein he would drive his hard, thundering penis inside of her ass until the juices all exploded from the end of the stiff spear.
He heaved a loud, tense sigh after sigh as he ramrodded his blasting cock forward, letting it grip and twist as it moved into the tight, sore, inner confines of her ass hole.
Even though Sylvia was hurting greatly from all of the intense pressure that she had been subjected to the night before, she still made the most of it, bravely twisting her hips, doing her best to present an excited image to her lover as he kept on working with his stiff, erotic peter inside of her ass.
The faster she flipped her buttocks, the harder that he resolutely pumped his dick as he pushed ever nearer to the state of an invigorating climax.
A few pumping, probing stabs later, the juices began to pour from the end of his rigid arsenal and into her ass hole. He heaved a loud sigh, then slapped at her buttocks, laughing ghoulishly as he did so.
When the Lieutenant removed his cock from his lover's ass hole, he jumped up from the bed, saluting the Commandant.
"Commandant, what a job you've done," he said. "You've really picked yourself a beauty here. She's just the kind of little bitch we need to keep up the morale of our Nazi officers."
"Thank you."
"As a matter of fact, I'm going to be recommending her to some of my friends from Paris. A few of them are slated for leaves. I'm sure they'd like nothing better than to spend at least a portion of their free time inside of this gorgeous bitch's tight ass."
Sylvia turned her head. The whole thing sickened her so much that she wanted to throw up.
"Heil Hitler," the Lieutenant saluted the Commandant once more.
As the Lieutenant got dressed, the Commandant recognized how important it was for him to try and make things right for Sylvia as much as possible. He could see the crushed, depressed look on her face. She had been battered by the bullying Lieutenant and now she needed someone to invest the right feelings of love in her.
The Commandant had felt a strong measure of relief what with the departure of the Lieutenant. He immediately threw his arms around his beautiful lover, not even taking time to remove his clothes.
"I'm gonna make love to you," he said urgently. "I must do it now. I'm so sorry, Sylvia. So sorry for what happened."
"I don't blame you. I realize that we'd both have to pay the price if we didn't play along with everything that was happening."
"I'm so glad you do understand that. You're so right. We would both suffer a terrible death."
"Kiss me, baby."
The Commandant pressed his lips against those of his lover's. When he removed his lips from hers, he reached down and unzipped his trousers. By then his hard, overpowering penis was ready to insert itself inside of her vagina.
"I want in you," he said. "I want to fuck your snatch."
"Darling, work your cock inside me. Please, ohhh, work it."
He propelled his stiff, sturdy rod forward, letting it grind its way inside of her mound. The more quickly that he propelled his stiff, decisive spear inside of her, the closer that he worked his way toward orgasm.
His thundering, determined stem kept on working, sliding impactfully as he drove it hard and fast inside of her wet, excited slit. All of a sudden she felt good about everything. Even though Sylvia was anything but a free woman, she felt overjoyed over the fact that she was getting her pussy fucked by the Commandant.
Eagerly his energetic, thick dick kept on grinding, working back and forth as he pumped it resolutely inside of her mound. A few stirring strokes later, the drops of his thick, white fluid started to pour from the end of his rod and into her mound.
"Thank you, that meant a lot to me," she smiled.
"I'd better call the guards now," he said. "We can't do anything to arouse any suspicion."
The Commandant wanted so badly to have sex with Sylvia the next day, but he was afraid to for fear that he would be taking a great risk. The one thing he knew he could not afford to do was arouse suspicions of any kind.
Late that afternoon he received a call from company headquarters in Berlin.
"Yes, General," he said. "What is happening?"
"I have to talk to you about a matter of the gravest importance, Schumann," the General's voice spoke with gravity.
"What's the trouble?"
"The beautiful, dark-haired harlot you have in your prison brothel. The one called Sylvia."
"Yes, I know who you're talking about," his heart sank. "She's pleasing the men perhaps, but she must be exterminated immediately."
The Commandant's face turned white and his hands and lips trembled. He broke out in a tense sweat, barely able to control his voice as he spoke with the General on the telephone.
"But, General, she happens to be the most popular girl here," he said. "The men have received great enjoyment going to bed with her."
"She also happens to be a member of the spy apparatus," the General said. "She had a fiance by the name of Max. We are hot on his trail. We just discovered that he's involved deeply in spy activities, seeking to undermine all the good that the Fuhrer is setting out to accomplish throughout the whole world."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Positively certain," the General said. "Now I don't care how good a piece of ass this little harlot bitch might be, she had to be done away with. That is an order and I expect you to carry it out immediately."
Before the Commandant had an opportunity too say another work, the General threw the receiver down on the cradle. Schumann buried his head in his hands. Now he would have to kill the woman he loved more than any other.
He called the guards, immediately having them summon Sylvia to his office.
He explained it all to her.
"Is it true?" he asked edgily.
"Yes, my dear, it is true," she sobbed. "What can I do about any of it now? At first I was playing along with you in sex. I was play acting in hopes that I could keep myself alive, then eventually figure a way to break out of here. But after awhile it stopped being a game with me. I started to develop strong feelings toward you."
"Then that part wasn't an act?" he looked at her solemnly.
"No, it wasn't an act at all," she sobbed. "As a matter of fact, I feel even more strongly drawn toward you physically than I do my own fiance. I must admit that."
Every instinct within the Commandant's inner being told him that this beautiful young woman was telling the truth. He jumped up from his desk, throwing his arms around her and kissing her lips.
A few moments later he had the guards remove Sylvia. He spoke sharply to her, demeaning her in conversation so that the guards would not get any wrong ideas.
Schumann found himself unable to sleep that night. But through it all he was hatching a plan in his mind, one that he would execute early the following morning.
When morning came, the Commandant called the guards.
"I want you to summon Sylvia to my office," he said.
The guards brought Sylvia to the Commandant's office.
"I want you to listen and listen hard," he whispered. "I'm going to give you the keys to a jeep. My jeep. I want you to drive as quickly as you can. The border is an hour away. If you drive quickly you should be able to make it and move to freedom."
"But what will they do to you?" she asked him sobbingly.
"You needn't worry about that."
"But I am worried about it. Gustav, I love you."
"Stop being a sentimental fool," Gustav snapped.
To prove his point, the Lieutenant Colonel reached out and slapped her across the face several times, causing her to sob bitterly as she fell to the floor.
"Guards, come for the prisoner," he barked.
As the guards moved back into the office, the Commandant explained the order that had been given to him from headquarters in Berlin.
"Her fiance is a spy," he said. "She's involved in the spy network. We will take her out and exterminate her right now in the yard."
Her face whitened as Sylvia got up slowly from the floor. Perhaps she had miscalculated about this man. Maybe he was a beast after all, and he had been the one who had been putting on the act.
Sylvia's body trembled and her heart pained as she walked between the two guards. The Commandant walked only a few steps behind.
"You can stop here," the Commandant finally exclaimed in a stentorian tome.
The two guards relaxed, watching as the Commandant drew his gun. Sylvia's legs became limp and a tense, overpowering sweat surfaced across her entire face. Her hands trembled. At least she would not have to suffer anymore, she thought.
All of a sudden the Commandant wheeled and aimed the gun at the two guards. Two expertly targeted shots found their marks. The first shot caught one man in the head, and the other felled the second guard.
"Get moving," the Commandant shrieked, tossing the keys to his jeep to Sylvia. "It's the jeep on the far left."
"But what will happen to you?" she asked startledly.
"Get moving or I'll shoot you," the Commandant exclaimed angrily.
Sylvia ran as fast as her legs could carry her, jumping into the jeep, then starting it up. The Commandant burst into tears as he watched Sylvia rode off.
After the jeep had disappeared in a cloud of dust, he raised the revolver to his head, pulling the trigger. It was all over for the Commandant!
