Chapter 12
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.