Chapter 10
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.