Chapter 17
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!