Chapter 6
Sylvia was amazed over just how well she was treated after she registered her complaint to the Commandant.
Her guards were equally amazed over the fact that the Commandant had issued an order whereby Sylvia would receive the same food that the officers partook of in their mess hall. It bothered them to think that he was violating his own order in terms of keeping the prisoners down.
In terms of explaining why he had taken that particular stand, the Commandant stated that Sylvia was slated to entertain the highest echelon of Nazi officers and that, therefore, it would be best for her to be well fed so that she would be able to expend herself to the fullest in meeting their demands.
The evening of the day following that when she had last been in his office and had made the requests, she was summoned from her cell.
She had been reading a book that afternoon, one of several that had arrived at her cell, also by direct order of the Commandant.
The guards walked her down a hallway and into a private banquet room, where three men were sitting at a banquet table. They wore no shirts, and once that Sylvia entered the room, the three of them jumped up from the table and walked toward her.
It wasn't until the guards had left, closing the door behind them and leaving her alone with the three men, that Sylvia recognized that all of them were completely nude.
One of them was the Commandant and the other two were a pair of ruggedly constructed men with broad shoulders who looked enough alike to be brothers. They both appeared to be around six feet tall, both had blond hair, and both wore their hair closely cropped in butch-style haircut.
"Fraulein, I want you to meet these two gentlemen," the Commandant greeted Sylvia with a smile. "This is, Captain Walter and this is Captain Hagg."
The two men nodded humorously, staring at Sylvia, who continued to stand there stiffly in her prison uniform.
"Take your clothes off," Captain Walter commanded.
"Yes, Captain Walter," she dutifully replied.
"I see you have her properly trained," Captain Hagg said. "That's very good."
"I quite naturally wouldn't subject two such distinguished soldiers and veterans of our African campaign to anything other than the best," the Commandant smiled, "and that means a beautiful woman who knows what her place is."
"She looks Jewish," Captain Walter exclaimed as she began to remove her clothes.
"She is. She's a gorgeous little bitch whore," the Commandant said. "As a matter of fact, I broke her in myself."
"Very good, Commandant," Captain Hagg chuckled, looking first at the Commandant, then at scintillating Sylvia.
As she removed her prison outfit, her hips undulated wildly from side to side. She decided that she might just as well make these two men as much at home as possible. Up until that particular point in time, she had never even known that such a banquet hall existed. She could see the leftover food on the plates. It looked as if the men had indulged in Cornish game hens, some baked potatoes, sauerkraut, and champagne.
As she kept on wiggling her body, twisting her ripe, firm buttocks, the two men reached down and began gripping their fingers against their hard cocks.
"We shall go into the bedroom," the Commandant ordered crisply. "Follow us, Sylvia."
Sylvia walked behind the three German officers. Captains Walter and Hagg kept on grinding their fingers up and down their long, agitated cocks as the four of them strode into a large bedroom.
In the middle of the bedroom was a huge bed, and on all sides of it there were large mirrors. Sylvia could see that the room was specifically designed for screwing, and that she was the prime bait who would give these two returning army officers a wonderful evening of thrills.
"Get in bed," Captain Walter said, gesturing toward the bed.
Sylvia glided her nude body inside of the bed. Once again she found herself feeling those same ripples of fear that had been a part of her at the time that she first met the Commandant. By then she was acclimated to the Commandant, despite the fact that he was not adverse to hurting her, but with these two men she could only guess what they might like to do.
Judging from the expressions on their faces, she viewed them to be two very cold, hardened army officers who would enjoy sex in any way that pleased them. They could not be expected to show her a great deal of mercy.
Captain Walter made the first move, reaching down and making a grab for Sylvia's legs. He held on so tightly that her body instinctively tensed.
"Relax, bitch whore," Walter exclaimed angrily. "I want you to relax. I don't like the idea of you tensing up."
Eventually Sylvia was able to make herself relax under the duress of the moment. His hot, hard hands kept on clutching against her thighs as the captain pushed his head down between her legs.
"You're a swine but I want to suck your cunt anyway," Captain Walter said. "It'll excite you, and the more that I excite you, the more that you'll want from me. But just relax. If there's one thing that I can't stand, it's women who tense up during sex."
His fingers began to work up and down her thighs at a swift pace as Captain Walter deposited his head between Sylvia's well-formed legs. His quick, volcanic tongue went promptly to work inside of her vagina. The more rapidly that he worked his sweltering organ, the closer and more dramatically that he pushed her toward the state of climax.
Once again Sylvia felt a little guilty over what was happening. She hated this swine of a man who believed in treating her like garbage, but still his tongue activity was so talented and his gestures so. over poweringly sweeping that she was brought quickly to the verge of a wild and exotic climax.
"Keep your tongue grinding," Captain Hagg called out encouragement to his fellow officer. "You're really exciting her. Come on, Walter. Keep it up."
Captain Walter's prompt, decisive tongue maintained its whirling-dervish pace as it kept on sweeping inside of her now moist twat, which was pushing ever nearer to the point when the juices would splash from her vagina and into her lover's mouth.
A few quick, convincing stabs later, the juices bolted her fiery organ and into Captain Walter's mouth.
"Ooooh, ooooh, your tongue's so good," she exclaimed. "Captain Walter, oooh, what a stud you are."
Walter removed his tongue from Sylvia's pussy, then heaved a deep sigh. He flexed his biceps several times, then snarled.
"Now I'm ready to use my cock," he said. "I tasted you, so now I'm gonna drive my burning spear into your pussy. It's been a long time since I've had a woman, and even longer since I've had a beautiful one. You are beautiful, you slimy little tramp. Just wait. My cock will burn inside of your organ. It'll slash inside of your box until all of the juices shoot."
The wild upheaval eagerly commenced as Walter tensed his body, then shoved his hard, expressive phallus forward, allowing it to make its first contact inside of Sylvia's mound.
The Commandant kept on watching the action. Under most circumstances he would have been enormously pleased over the fact that this beautiful woman who he had trained was doing such a good job of pleasing two members of the Nazi High Command. Somehow, however, he was feeling just the opposite. He hoped that nobody else would notice the expressions that sometimes involuntarily flashed on his face. He would look troubled as he watched the hammering, decisive cock of Walter continue to probe ever so stiffly as it worked its way inside of Sylvia's mound.
Her hips kept on working, rotating sharply as she tightened her cunt muscles and provided the excited, supersexed army officer with the ultimate in sensation. She knew that it was up to her to see to it that he was pleased to the fullest, and that if she let up in any way that it would certainly cost her, perhaps even her life.
"You're a good fuck," Sylvia gasped. "Come on, Captain Walter. Your cock is burning inside of me. Ohhh, is it burning."
Captain Walter gritted his teeth as he kept on driving his ever thunderous, fluid-filled stick deep inside of her twisting cunt. A few quick, methodical strokes later, the surging drops of his hot peter liquid began to spray from the end of his long prick and into her mound.
"Ohhh, ooooh, you really know how to move your hips," Captain Walter exclaimed.
While the juices torridly shot from the end of his pounding, relentless ramrod, he reached down and held on tightly to her buttocks. His fingers continued to grab hold of her firm flesh until the final few spurting drops of his semen had shot from the end of his long, grinding tool.
When Captain Walter removed his cock from Sylvia's pussy, his colleague Captain Hagg was ready to take over.
"Now it's my turn," Captain Hagg said. "I've sure gotten horny watching you two in action."
"She's a good fuck," Captain Walter exclaimed.
"Very good," Captain Hagg nodded. "I'm gonna give her a chance to try something else."
Sylvia watched curiously as Captain Hagg manipulated his body downward until he was stretched out on his back. Ever so comfortably he slid his legs open, pointing toward his hard, fervent cock.
"Get busy on my prick," he said. "Come on, run your tongue over my balls. Get me excited."
Sylvia remembered how the Commandant had commanded her to suck his cock the first time that she had been in his presence. She reasoned that if she could provide Captain Hagg with the same kind of sensations that he would enjoy himself to the fullest.
Determined to continue to please, Sylvia reached down and let her tongue swoop back and forth as she drove it against his already agitated testicles. The swifter that she drove her tongue against his balls, the faster that she worked her fingers as she propelled them with lightning enthusiasm as they ground up and down his hard, energetic cock.
"That's very nice," Captain Hagg gulped. "I like that. You're off to a good start. Suck my balls. Come on, play with my cock. Eat my long dick. Do it. Yes, I want you to do it.
Her fingers kept on grinding scorchingly against his steaming, thick roll of molten cock flesh as she simultaneously ground her tongue enthusiastically against his bails. Even though Sylvia did not feel as enthusiastic as it might have indicated she did through the quickness of her activity, she none the less was determined to make it appear she was enjoying herself.
"Switch to my cock now," Captain Hagg finally cried out with urgency. "I can't hold back any longer. The juices have to shoot. They have to splash from my cock. So start sucking me. Come on, just grind with your tongue. Work it up and down my prick. Suck me. Yes, ahhh, oooh, suck me, suck me."
By then Captain Hagg was letting himself completely go, kicking his legs back and forth as he kept on sighing, gasping loudly while he received the stimulating tongue thrusts.
He enjoyed every stimulating, knifing tongue stab that Sylvia kept on asserting, and while she sustained her steady cadence of tongue movement, she reached down and ground her fingers against Captain Hagg's searing nuts. All the while he was pushed that much closer to that moment of eager desire when the juices would explode from the end of his torrid, decisive peter and into her mouth.
"Sylvia, swallow it all," the captain gulped. "Eat my juices. My precious, virile, hot, Nazi juices. Come on, bitch. You're lucky to be swallowing cock juices like mine. Go get them. Yes, ohhh, go swallow them. Swallow them all. Every last drop."
Her quick, decisive, probing tongue movements continued as she jack-knifed with her tongue against the captain's huge, hot lance. She played with his balls as the first few drops of his scalding peter juice began to spill from the end of his thick, propulsive stem and into her mouth.
"Swallow it, ahhh, swallow it, swallow it, swallow it," he exclaimed.
His thighs and hips kept on bouncing as he watched the escaping droplets of his piercing white semen splash from the end of his solid, enormous pole and into her mouth. A few quick, knifing tongue stabs later, she removed her tongue from Captain Hagg's huge, excited cock.
"I want it again," the captain sighed, "only this time I'm going to attack your mouth."
Sylvia stretched out on her back, watching with wide, terror-filled eyes as Captain Hagg rammed his huge, determined peter toward her mouth.
"Just open wide," Captain Hagg snarled. "Ohhh, am I gonna fuck your mouth."
While Captain Hagg prepared to slash with his steaming spear inside of Sylvia's mouth, the Commandant watched with great concern. He found himself wanting to reach out and make a grab for the captain, throwing him off of Sylvia's body.
He kept telling himself that something was going wrong within him. Surely as a well-disciplined army officer in the Nazi High Command, the Lieutenant Colonel knew that the captain was doing no more than receiving just desserts for services well rendered in the past. And since he had taken all kinds of liberties with Sylvia's body, there was no reason why Captains Hagg and Walter could not expect to do the same thing. Yet there continued to remain within him this snarling feeling of discontent whenever these two men would express themselves physically to Sylvia.
"Ahhh, my cock's gonna grind inside your mouth," Captain Hagg sighed with an air of celebration. "Just keep your mouth open, bitch."