Chapter 3
The Commandant licked his lips suggestively once more, letting Sylvia know just how indispensable it was for him to enjoy her in sex once more.
He had brought her off through his vigorous finger stabs inside of her moist, pink twat, and now he was eager to test her some more, to plunge his swift, recoiling body forward and let his long, dagger-like cock grind its way inside of her mound.
"Just spread your legs a little," he said. "Yes, bitch. We're going to have some special action now. You're going to learn what love making is all about."
The Commandant's hard, racing cock made its first forceful penetration inside of Sylvia's pussy lining. His hard-charging cock worked back and forth, driving zestfully as he propelled it with stirring eagerness inside of her organ.
Sylvia felt the waves of pain from his sharp, determined stabs, but through it all she wasn't about to complain. No, despite what this man was, she was going to tolerate it all. It was her only opportunity for survival she knew full well.
Lieutenant Colonel Schumann kept on working his hard, savage spear, driving it ever deeper as he pumped and throbbed it inside of her nest. He liked the way that his prisoner whipped her hips and thighs as she reacted to his steadily grinding attack. A few propulsive, piercing peter thrusts later, the juices began to splash from the end of his hard, dynamic cock and into her snatch.
"Ohhh, bitch whore," he sighed. "You do have a tight pussy. It's very good. Ooooh, I love it."
As the Commandant removed his cock from her snatch, he placed the fingers of his left hand against her pussy hairs. Schumann enjoyed the tantalizing sensations of his fingers grinding against her warm, wet, matted pubic hairs. The swifter that he fingered them, the more excitement that reeled through his whole body as he prepared to send his surging, grinding tool into her pussy once more.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "I'm going to fuck you again. You can see just how much staying power a virile Nazi man has. I can juice again and again. It's such a thrilling feeling. It's so wonderful to slam my cock inside of you. I'll be shoving it inside of your pussy again. I'm gonna drive it. I'm gonna grind it hard. I'm gonna push with my dick."
His fingers kept on stirringly sliding as they worked first against her pussy hairs, then against her snatch. The deeper that he probed with his swift, busy fingers, the closer that the Commandant once again brought his helpless victim to climax.
Lovely Sylvia could scarcely comprehend all that was happening. Even though she continued to hate this beast more than she could ever believe, there was also a side of her that couldn't help but feel the waves of titillation every time that he skillfully manipulated his fingers deep inside of her box. He kept fingering ever so swiftly, shoving his fingers inside of her hot hole as he moved her that much nearer to an eager orgasm.
Her hips flipped back and forth, and finally the juices began to pour from her mound and into his hand.
"Another beautiful fuck," he laughed. "All right, I'm going to fuck you again. My hard cock is gonna plunge inside of you. I'm gonna let it slash. Am I ever gonna push it inside your hot pussy. You just wait, my love. I'm gonna do it. I'll ram it even harder than I did the first time."
The Commandant worked his stiff, probing pecker forward, allowing it to move its way inside of her snatch. He heaved a sigh as he observed the way that her buttocks twisted under the steady onslaught of his quick, pulsating peter, which drove ever so determinedly and deeply as it made its way inside of her nest.
"Ooooh, are you tight," he laughed. "You little bitch, you. Oooh, I just love it. Do I love fucking your mound. I love letting myself go. Ooooh, ahhh, I'm getting so close again. The juices are ready to flow. They're ready to spill from my prick."
His hard, captivating rod kept on driving with lightning-like impact and force as he let it slash ever so gruelingly inside of her moist vagina. A few quick, forceful stabs later, the drops of his thick, hot, white phallic liquid began to spray from out of the end of his dick and into her snatch.
"Ooooh, ohhh, ohhh, I'm off again," he said. "I love letting the juices shoot. I feel so free. Ooooh, something like this makes my whole day. Wonderful. Ooooh, just like listening to a great speech by the Fuhrer."
When the Commandant removed his cock from Sylvia's pussy, she could feel the waves of pain from his quick, devastating, ever-so-forceful penis contact. Now that it was all over, she was determined to see that the Commandant was generously praised.
"Commandant, I've never been with anyone like you," she said, recognizing that she was telling the truth, even though she was trying to convey the opposite impression. "You really are unique. Very unique."
"You recognize what I stand for," Schumann said as he strutted proudly back and forth in the room. "I'm glad you are able to recognize my greatness. That speaks well for you. You might be a bitch, but at least you aren't a completely stupid one. You can recognize certain trends. All right, you can climb to your feet and put your clothes back on."
Sylvia felt a tremendous measure of relief when the Commandant told her that he was through with her for the day. Despite how happy she was, however, she made certain that she climbed to her feet expressionlessly. After all, if the Commandant ever got the idea that she didn't really like fucking with him, then she would find it that much more difficult to endure everything around the camp. So she played along, slowly putting her clothes back on, after which the Commandant called out to his men in the hallway.
"You may come and get her," he said. "I had a very enjoyable session. I think that I will see her again tomorrow morning at the same time."
"Very well, Commandant," one of the men saluted. "Heil Hitler."
"Heil Hitler," the Commandant replied.
The rest of the day was one of complete boredom for Sylvia, who was led back to her dark, naked cell. She was able to do nothing other than just lie on her bunk and stare at the ceiling. They wouldn't even allow her to read anything in the cell. She tried to sleep as much as she could, forcing the hours to pass, but sometimes sleep would not come.
She was provided with three meals of bread and water, after which she was told that she would be awakened early the next morning.
The following morning Sylvia was awakened and led to a private shower room, where she showered in full view of two Nazi guards who became enormously hot just watching her.
As she dabbed the soap against her pussy, she watched one of the men reach down and unzip his trousers. As she kept on sliding the soap around her body, the man reached out and made a grab for his long, flaming cock. As he began to pump his fingers up and down it, watching her showering all the while, his partner decided to do the same thing.
"Yes, that's a good piece of Jewish swine there," he said. "The little bitch looks like a great fuck."
He reached down and began to grind with his hot, sturdy fingers, working them lengthily and swiftly up and down his long, bulging cock.
It made Sylvia feel self-conscious to recognize that she was showering in full view of two horny men and that, on top of watching her, they had now become so excited that they were eager to slide their fingers up and down their huge, excited cocks until the juices had sprayed from their pricks.
The man who had begun first was now on the verge of climax. As he looked over at Sylvia, he observed her running the warm, invigorating soap bar over her breasts, creating a good deal of studs.
He loved the firm sight of her fleshy, well-proportioned, ever so tight and fluid breasts. He knew that if he just had an opportunity to touch their firm surface that he would be able to juice immediately. But the word was that neither he nor his guard friend nor anyone else other than the Commandant had access to Sylvia's body at this point in time. She was Lieutenant Colonel Schumann's own personal property, and the Commandant was eager to show her the ropes of love making in his own way without any interference from others.
The man's fingers moved against his stubby, fleshy cock a few more strokes. His legs finally shook in a state of quivering anxiety as the juices began to pour from the end of his fiery, fluid-filled peter and into his hands.
"Ohhh, what a bitch," he looked over at his friend and smiled. "She is so beautiful. She is so wonderful to watch."
By then his friend was almost on the verge of an explosion of his own. His quick fingers kept pressing, working spiritedly as they glided up and down his rock-hard organ.
He watched as she slid the soap up and down her firm, warm legs.
"Very nice," he smiled. "Yes, that's so very nice."
The man sighed loudly as he kept on working his fingers ever so rapidly up and down his long, jack-handle-like piston. He watched as lovely Sylvia reached down and slid the soap inside of her ass crack, then up and down her firm, long, dangling legs.
"Ooooh, what a fraulein," the man gulped. "I don't care if she is Jewish. She's still a good piece of ass."
"Doesn't mean Jewish women aren't good pieces of ass," the other man winked. "It just means that they should serve the right purpose for the Nazi cause. They should just spread their legs and be content to be fucked by virile men like us."
The man nodded, continuing to press his fingers against his warm, excited cock as the juices started to spray voluminously from the end of his long, excited organ and into his hands.
"Splendid," he gulped. "Ahhh, so very splendid. To be finger fucking in front of this beautiful woman."
The two guards watched in silence as Sylvia finally finished cleaning off her body. It was her impression that soon she would be led into the Lieutenant Colonel's office, where she would once more be expected to engage in some sex with him.
Once that she stepped ever so nimbly out of the shower, one of the men handed her a clean white towel. His cock continued to bulge as he stared at her, eyeing her body with great hunger.
Once she finished drying off her body, she put on her clothes, then was led into her cell.
Much to her surprise, the food was much better this time around. She had a thick, juicy steak and a baked potato, along with an entire pitcher of orange juice.
"Courtesy of the Commandant," one of the guards said. "He wants to make sure that you have a nice healthy breakfast. You see, he realized that you will be burning off energy in his office."
The other guard laughed ever so loudly as the first man finished his comment.
"Yes, burning off much energy," the man said, causing both of them to laugh.