Chapter 1
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.
"Heil Hitler," Lieutenant Colonel Schumann exclaimed.
"Heil Hitler," all of the men replied.
This time the reply was en masse.
"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."