Chapter 13
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."