Chapter 2
The Commandant was delighted over the cock suck that Sylvia had supplied for him.
Already he was beginning to think that perhaps this was the most promising girl in his entire entourage, one that would please the Nazi High Command with her bedroom skills. The Nazi brothel would be restricted only to some of the top officers. The Ferrer himself had been the brains behind it creation, relating that it was imperative for the High Command to remain in an enthusiastic state of morale, and that nothing could conceivably provide them with a greater measure of enjoyment than the ready access of some of the most beautiful available women.
The longer that the Commandant stared at Sylvia's beautiful nude body, the more impressed he became with the fact that she was indeed a jewel. He kept thinking about the men who had brought her to him. Yes, he thought, a report would be issued immediately to his superiors. He would recommend immediate promotions for all of them, which was certainly justified as far as he was concerned, based upon their performance.
His fingers slid up and down his still-hard cock, which had lost just a little juice, and which would soon be ready for so much more action. Instinctively the Commandant reached out and began to remove his Nazi uniform. Ever so carefully he removed the swastika armband, then stepped up the pace as he took off his clothes.
"I'm proud of my strong German body," he said. "You've been fucking with this vile character Max, whoever he is. You'll find that he can't compare in virility to somebody like me. As a matter of fact, you're going to love sex with me so much that you'll finally be happy that you were taken away from there. You'll endure pain as well, but this will still be a preferable alternative to you."
He finished removing his clothes, pointing proudly once more to his long, excited cock.
"Just look at my steely cock," he said. "I'm proud of it and have ever right to be.
Sylvia realized that she was receiving another opportunity to engage in profuse praise for the egomaniacal German officer.
"Yes, Commandant, it's a wonderful cock," she said. "I'm so proud just to look at it. It's so beautiful. It's so graceful, I like its silky texture. It's long, it's hard. It's everything any woman could ask for. I was so lucky to have been able to suck it. You were so right in telling me this."
The Commandant laughed loudly.
"Yes, now you are beginning to understand," he said. "All right, little bitch. Just lie on your back. Lie there on the rug."
In the corner of the room was a bear skin rug. Sylvia stretched out on top of it, lying on her back. Even though her body was trembling slightly with fear, she was doing everything that she could to masquerade her apprehensions. She was attempting to seem confident, and she even managed to force a smile as the Commandant slid his bulky, rock-hard body downward.
Even though he might have been a few pounds over-weight, Sylvia could easily see that most of his weight was muscle rather than fat. As his body tensed, she observed the sinewy muscles in his thighs and chest as he slid his hairy body downward, allowing his legs to stretch out on each side of her beautiful body.
"I will fuck you," he said. "I will fuck you to my heart's content."
The Lieutenant Colonel reached down with his left hand, allowing his piercing fingers to probe ever so gently and slowly against her black pubic hairs.
"What a nice triangle you have," he said. "Yes, bitch. I'm gonna use you as my little female dog. Little bitch whore. That's what you are, Sylvia, and you're gonna love every moment of it. Isn't that right?"
"I live to service you, Commandant," she gasped.
"How nice. Say that again. I love listening to you."
"I long to service you, Commandant."
"Oh, yes, such a wonderful feeling," the Commandant laughed. "All right, get ready, my love. You beautiful little pig. I'm going to pierce my fingers inside of your pussy. I'm going to do it until I drain some juices from your hot, scorching, womanly pit. What do you think of that?"
"Please do it, Commandant," she gasped. "I'm ready for anything you want to do to me. Yes, Commandant. Ohhh, I love these wonderful sensations. Just keep your fingers moving. Push them around. Glide them. Yes, ahhh, I want you to glide them. Glide your fingers carefully. Move them around my pussy."
The Commandant continued to eagerly apply his fingers to his victim's pussy hairs. After keeping up his quick, ever-increasing pace, he allowed his fingers to slide inside of her vagina. Even though Sylvia hated everything that the Commandant stood for, his finger ministrations were so quick, so effective, and so vigorous that she couldn't help but respond as he kept working them commandingly, grinding them ever so deeply as he pushed and probed with his fingers inside of her moist twat.
"I like the way your hips are moving," the Commandant laughed. "Come on, keep them grinding. I like that. Ahhh, you little bitch. There is hope for you. I'm gonna make a woman out of you yet. HI make a woman out of you that your fianc, would never recognize. Now you're going to develop. You're with virile Nazi men, the kind of men who understand just how a Jewish bitch needs to service them."
His fingers kept on grinding, working back and forth as he plunged them piercingly inside of her moist, twisting slit. The quicker that he probed, the closer that he pushed her toward the point of orgasm.
"Ahhh, keep grinding your legs," he sighed. "Move them back and forth. I love this. Ohhh, ahhh, ooooh, I love it."
A few fiery, rapid-fire finger thrusts later, the juices began to splash from Sylvia's pussy and into the Lieutenant Colonel's hand.
Sylvia could hardly conceive of what was happening. She hated this man more intensely than anybody she had ever met and yet, through careful probing finger stabs he had excited her enough so that she was able to orgasm.
As Lieutenant Colonel Schumann removed his fingers from her vagina, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a certain amount of guilt. After all, this was the only man she had ever had sex with other than Max. To suck his cock had been something forced upon her, but certainly she didn't have to orgasm. That was something that just happened through the Commandant's expert finger movements.
"Splendid, just splendid," the Commandant laughed. "I'll fuck you some more. I will do everything to you. I'm going to break you in properly, my dear. Yes, you little bitch, you're very lucky. You're going to have the best teaching you. None other than the Commandant himself. How does that make you feel?"
"It makes me feel very good, Commandant," she sighed.
"Good, because that's the way I expect you to react. Anything short of that would be dealt with ever so severely. I hope you recognize that. You can't take any liberties around here."
"No, Commandant."