Chapter 8

After Captains Walter and Hagg were finished with Sylvia, she was led back to her cell by the guards.

The Commandant put his clothes back on, then had a final nightcap with the two soldiers, who were in a buoyant frame of mind, after having enjoyed themselves with the voluptuous Sylvia.

"That's a good one," Hagg said. "Yes, she's better than all the rest I've had sex with. As a matter of fact, I must write a personal letter to the Fuhrer thanking him for establishing this base and putting you in charge of it, Commandant."

"I must write a letter like that myself," Captain Walter agreed. "It's been a most delightful evening."

"I'm glad you men enjoyed it," Lieutenant Colonel Schumann said.

"I'm just sorry that you didn't get involved, Commandant. I hope you're not feeling too ill. What seems to be the problem?"

"I guess I've been having to much rich food and drink as of late," the Commandant smiled thinly. "It is nothing. It will pass."

The two men got up after finishing their nightcaps, promptly leaving the banquet hall. They shook hands warmly with the Commandant upon departure.

When the Commandant closed the door behind him and was finally alone for the first time in quite a few hours that night, he was able to breathe a heavy sigh of relief. He sat down at the table, pouring himself a glass of sherry.

The Commandant's brain was swimming in a sea of confusion. Just why had he been so soft toward this girl? Just why was she so indispensable to him that he shuddered when she had sex with the other two men? That bothered him no end. After all, she was to be no better, no worse than the rest that had been trained for similar purposes. This time he had taken a personal interest in Sylvia, more than he ever had a right to with respect to any of the girls who were being trained for sexual purposes.

When the Commandant finished his glass of sherry, he jumped up swiftly from his chair. He decided to do something about his condition of uncertainty. Just maybe if he could have another woman tonight, a wild woman, then perhaps his feelings would depart from him. Those feelings of Sylvia's indispensability. The more he thought about it, the more he concluded that that probably would be just the ticket.

He began recounting some of the women who would be available to serve the Commandant's purposes. Suddenly he thought about Rebecca, a beautiful Hungarian Jewish captive with her long, blond hair and her sensuous manner. He had helped break Rebecca in, and she had supplied him with some of his wildest and most uninhibited moments. Just maybe she would be the solution, the person who would enable him to forget about Sylvia, or at least to put her back in her proper perspective.

The Commandant picked up his telephone. Immediately one of the guards answered.

"I want two guards in the banquet hall as soon as possible," the Commandant asserted. "I want to be taken to prisoner Rebecca's cell."

"Yes, Commandant," the guard replied. "Would you rather have us bring her to you?"

"No, I would rather go to the cell," he said.

"Very good, Commandant."

The Commandant got up from his chair, reaching down toward his crotch and rubbing at his penis. It wasn't nearly as hard as he would have liked it to be under the circumstances, considering the fact that he would soon be having sex with Rebecca, who had been broken in thoroughly and now had reached the point where she was willing to entertain anyone under any circumstances, just as long as she was commanded to do it.

A few moments later the guards arrived, leading the Commandant into Rebecca's cell. One of the guards walked into the cell and began to shake her as she lay there in her bunk.

"Up, swine," he barked.

Rebecca blinked her eyes open.

"What's the trouble?" she looked up at the guard with concern.

The guard said nothing. Instead he just pointed toward the Commandant.

"Yes, Commandant," she jumped swiftly to her feet.

"I feel like having some fun," the Commandant said in a soft, subdued tone.

"Oh, yes, Commandant. Any time of the day or night my body remains at your disposal."

"You can't beat that for loyalty," one of the guards looked at the Lieutenant Colonel and smiled.

"Enough of this joking," the Commandant snapped. "I don't like my subordinates talking to me in such a familiar manner."

"I'm sorry, Commandant."

"You look sorry," the Commandant bristled in-patiently. "Out, out with both of you. I'll call for you if and when I need you. Just remain stationed outside the cell."

"Very good, Commandant, Heil Hitler," one of the guards said.

"Heil Hitler," the other guard said.

"Heil Hitler," the Commandant returned in an impatient tone.

The Commandant's alert blue eyes watched as the two men left the cell, locking the door behind them.

With his eyes turned back toward Rebecca, he observed that already she was beginning to undress. The more rapidly that she removed her clothes, the greater the anxiety he attempted to instill within himself.

Finally Lieutenant Colonel Schumann began to remove his clothes. He observed Rebecca's long, trim thighs, the legs that he had been attracted to, to such an extent. He remembered how beautiful he had thought them to be, and had received an affirmative answer when he had asked if Rebecca had ever worked as a dancer. She had the trim, lean lines of a gorgeous dancer, and as he stood there staring at her, he found that eventually his cock was able to get into a more productive state. He observed it lengthening as he pulled off his trousers, and now his confidence was beginning to increase. Certainly he could work himself up to a state of tempestuous passion and joy while in the presence of such a lovely woman, and one who had been thoroughly indoctrinated to the point where she was perfectly willing and able to give out on a massive scale.

The Commandant watched as Rebecca slid her panties down her legs. When he observed her tantalizingly soft, silky, white snatch hairs, he felt an eager twitching in his balls. He longed to experience some satisfaction from gorgeous Rebecca.

"I haven't seen you in awhile, Commandant," she smiled. "I've felt a little saddened by the fact that you've been passing me over apparently for others."

"I'm very busy," the Commandant replied.

"I understand that. I hope my body is still enough to excite you. Judging by the size of your prick, it is."

"Enough of this talking," the Commandant erupted angrily. "I'm getting impatient. I want sex right now. I want it this very moment."

Schumann threw himself down on top of Rebecca's bunk. As he extended his trembling, hairy legs, she reached down with both hands and made a quick grab for the Commandant's cock. Her fingers circulated briskly as they worked up and down the full length of his huge, all-conquering rod. Rebecca thought about the many times that she had pleased the Commandant in the past, and she could see something a little disconcerting in his manner at that point. He was anything but carefree, and appeared highly nervous as she reached down and allowed her fingers to begin scraping against the full length of his hard peter.

"Move your fingers," the Commandant gasped. "Move them quickly. I expect the ultimate from you. Move your fingers up and down my cock. Move them fast. I expect the best. I always expect the best from one of our girls. I've got to get my rocks off. You're going to do it for me."

The longer that Rebecca ran her fingers up and down the full length of Schumann's cock, the tighter that she clutched. Her fingers kept on pursuing his solid organ, moving up and down the entire length of his mammoth, explosive cock.