Chapter 7
After the Lieutenant Colonel left lovely Anna with a very sore ass, he told her that she would be able to leave. Silently she breathed a sigh of relief, happy that the sex had at least come to an end.
"I want to tell you something, fraulein," the Lieutenant Colonel said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You were very good. I know that some of this caused you pain, but you held up under it very well. I will not launch a complaint against you. As a matter of fact, I am going to make a very positive report about the way you provided me with sex."
"Thank you, Heinrich."
"I am very pleased over the fact that you understood just what I required and you were not afraid to give it to me. I loved your torrid ass, and I thought it was absolutely enchanting the way that you were able to suck my cock. You did a very brilliant job of it, I must say."
"Thank you, Heinrich," she replied.
"As a matter of fact, I don't think I could have had it any better," he said.
"You speak in the past tense. Is it over?"
"I will be leaving late this afternoon," the Lieutenant Colonel exclaimed. "Yes, I was staying here just to get a little bit of rest and relaxation. Now it is all over. I feel much better about everything. My perspective is much better. I've now enjoyed myself in sex and it's been absolutely wonderful. So I just wanted to tell you that if you continue to please in this same fashion with other men that you're brought into contact with, this cannot help but improve your overall situation."
"I thank you very much."
"Thank you. Would you care for something to drink before you leave?"
"No thank you."
"Then it's good-bye, Anna," he said stiffly.
Heinrich reached out with his right hand and took hold of her left hand. He kissed her hand daintily, which surprised Anna so much that she couldn't help but blush.
A few minutes later she left his hotel suite. The Lieutenant Colonel went down to the baths, enjoying himself for the rest of the early afternoon. He went up to his suite and took a nap, after which the desk rang him, informing him that it was time for him to leave.
The Lieutenant Colonel was pleased over the fact that a shiny black Mercedes limousine had been brought to take him to the train station.
"Thank you very much for everything," the Lieutenant Colonel said as he got set to leave.
"I trust everything was in good order," the man at the desk exclaimed.
"It was. Particularly the young lady. I'm filing a report about Anna. She was very appealing and was willing to provide me with what I needed."
"That's very good. You are a very important man in our cause, Lieutenant Colonel. It was a pleasure for us to have been able to serve you."
"Heil Hitler," the man at the desk saluted.
"Heil Hitler," Lieutenant Colonel Heinrich Von Schumann replied, walking briskly toward the waiting black Mercedes limousine.
Anna thought that she would get a much needed rest after Lieutenant Colonel Von Schumann left. After all, she had provided him with every kind of sexual thrill that he had solicited.
That afternoon she was allowed to relax in the pools. It made Anna feel good to know that for the moment she wasn't going to have to contend with a panting German Nazi officer. Von Schumann had been the first and she was hoping that the successors would not be any more brutal than he was. Even though he had seemed in some respects like a decent man, and had not humiliated her in any significant way, she still did not like the way that he ever so ruthlessly had wielded his cock when he had ground it deep inside of her asshole. He had hammered her with everything that he had, leaving her with a sore ass.
Late that evening as she slept soundly, Anna was awakened by a startling sound in her room. She broke into a tense sweat and screamed as she opened her eyes.
"Do not be startled," she recognized the voice of young Bruno, the blond-haired guard whose duty it was to stay with her at all times. "I just wanted to speak with you."
"You've scared me, Bruno."
"Were you having a sweet dream?" Bruno laughed sadistically.
From the very beginning Anna had hated Bruno. She had seen men like him before. He was the kind of man who was always looking at her with a sensual leer, letting her know what was really on his mind. Up to that point he had never made a sexual advance toward her, and Anna was hoping that she would never under any circumstances have to engage in sex with this crude, seemingly brutal man.
"You're trembling, Anna, and you're sweating," he exclaimed, moving closer to her body.
"I guess I am warm."
"That's good, because I'm warm, too," Bruno laughed. "You know, it isn't the easiest thing in the world to guard somebody like you."
"But why?" Anna sat up in her bed and looked at him with an expression of surprise. "I haven't done anything to make your job difficult. I haven't given you any trouble."
"Just the way you walk and the way you breathe gives me trouble," Bruno smiled crookedly.
"I just don't understand you, Bruno. It's like we were talking two separate languages."
"If you try hard enough, I'm sure you can understand me," Bruno said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
The closer that Bruno got to Anna, the more fearful she became. She found this cocky, sardonically grinning man to be totally repulsive to her, and she was hoping that he would not seek to become intimate with her.
"I'm trying to tell you something," Bruno said. "It isn't easy to guard you. It's very simple why it's not easy. It isn't easy because of the fact that you are so beautiful and I'm obligated to being around you so much of the time. Don't you see what that can do to a man?"
"I don't suppose it has to pose any great problems if a man exercises self-control," she shrugged.
"Nonsense," Bruno said.
Impulsively his face reddened and he reached out with his right hand. He brought it against her face with quick, crackling rapidity.
"Don't ever talk such ridiculous nonsense to me again," Bruno said. "Do you understand me?"
Anna began to sob. Her head dropped as she cried lengthily.
"Stop that infernal crying, stop it, I tell you," Bruno exclaimed loudly.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, holding on tightly. He kept on staring at her. A few moments later he released his fingers from her hair. Eventually he brought his fingers to rest against her face. The tighter that he squeezed, the more pain that developed within Anna. She did not like having her skin touched in that fashion.
"You're a bitch, just like all women," he laughed roughly.
"Are all women bitches?"
"Well, maybe not all. Maybe just the ones I've dealt with. They're bitches because I treat them like bitches."
"Then maybe it isn't them, maybe it's you, Bruno," she pointed out, her heart pounding thunderously.
Anna recognized that she was overstepping her bounds. Even though Bruno was not a member of the High Nazi Command, he was entrusted with the responsibility of guarding her. If he ever had reason to submit a terrible report concerning her, or if he had occasion to become angry, one way or another she could suffer greatly, perhaps even losing her life. So now here she was, actually arguing with him, trying to expose his deep-seated neuroses.
"You're being very silly," he exclaimed. "As a matter of fact, you're being ridiculous. You don't argue with a man like me. You don't argue with somebody who's always right, and I'm always right. Do you understand that?"
As a means of seeking to make her understand him, Bruno reached out and started to tug savagely at Anna's hair.
"You have very beautiful hair, certainly hair to pull on," he laughed. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I understand," Anna said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Are you willing to prove to me that you're sorry?" Bruno grinned sardonically.
"Yes, I'm willing to prove it."
"Very good."
Bruno quickly released his fingers from Anna's hair. He jumped up swiftly from the bed, beginning to remove his clothes. With great pride he slipped his shorts down his legs, reaching out and making a move for his cock. His fingers worked with scorching impact as he let them collide with his hard, steady cock. The quicker that his fingers were brought to bear against his steaming peter, the more exhilarating the excitement that he felt throughout his whole body. He could feel a tremendous degree of wildness and explosiveness, and freedom as well. Yes, Bruno thought, he had suppressed himself all too long around this beautiful woman. Now he would begin to find out just how much enjoyment Lieutenant Colonel Heinrich Von Schumann undoubtedly obtained with Anna.
"Just look at my long Nazi cock," he laughed. "You're so lucky to have a man like me around all the time. Come on, get your pajamas off."
To prove his point, Bruno reached out and made a grab for Anna's pajamas. He shook her several times, after which he let her go.
"Undress, strip, strip quickly," the now-naked Bruno exclaimed.
While Anna ever so nervously began to remove her pajamas, Bruno reached down with both hands and started to grip at his cock. The closer that she came toward the act of complete nudity, the quicker that his fingers employed themselves with piercing desire as he moved them back and forth against the full length of his huge, excited phallus.
"Ohhh, I like that," he exclaimed. "Ahhh, I like fingering my cock. It's such a good feeling. Ohhh, it's a beautiful feeling."
His hard, ever-eager cock continued to feel great sensations as he worked his fingers against it. When he finally released them, he stood with his hands on his hips, watching as she finished removing her pajamas.
Much to his great delight, Bruno observed that lovely Anna was wearing nothing beneath her pajamas. When she removed her top, his eyes remained focused for several long moments against her breasts. When she removed her bottoms, his eyes became hypnotized by the fascinating sight of her thick pubic bush.
Bruno eventually threw himself down on top of the bed, landing with a hard thud. Anna listened to the heavy sounds of his breathing. She hated everything that this man stood for, but she also knew that it was important not to ever anger him. She could see that he had the kind of quick temper that could ignite at any moment in time, and she was also convinced that he had a very violent side.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna play with your pussy," he said. "I like those thick, black pubic hairs. I really love looking at them. I'm gonna love playing with them. Ahhh, I have myself a beautiful little woman to play with, the woman I've been guarding. It makes me feel good. I feel good all over."
Bruno kept on panting loudly as he reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to work their way inside of her pussy hole. The quicker that his torrid fingers slid as they worked their way against her snatch hairs, the harder that his heart pounded.
"This feels so very good," he said. "I just love moving my fingers against your pubic hairs. Ohhh, I love stroking with them. I just love it. Ohhh, it's a nice feeling. A beautiful feeling, a joyous feeling."
His fingers kept on sturdily moving as he ground them against her snatch hairs. A few strokes later, he reached inside of her pussy and began to manipulate his fingers against her clitoris.
"Ohhh, you're quite a woman," Bruno said. "I'm going to give you a good fuck. You're not gonna forget Bruno. No woman who's ever known Bruno intimately could ever forget him."
Eventually Bruno began to exercise his fingers against Anna's thighs. Up and down his fingers clutched and twisted as he squeezed at her thighs, enjoying every quick, piercing stroke.
"What nice thighs you have," he said. "You have a very beautiful body, Anna. Maybe you are a little bitch, but you're a beautiful bitch. I can always withstand a woman more if she's beautiful, even if she is a bitch, such as you are."
Anna did not want to do anything to arouse anger in this insecure, very disturbed guard. He slapped at her thighs a few times, causing her to feel waves of pain, and she responded to the slaps with nothing more than a few winces.
When he finished with her thighs, Bruno reached out and made a grab for her buttocks. His fingers clutched and twisted sharply, manipulating with great steadiness against her ass cheeks.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, I'm gonna screw your pussy. I'm gonna slash with my big dick. I'm gonna grind it inside of you. Ohhh, the kind of fuck I'm gonna give you. It's gonna be so beautiful, so very beautiful."
He reached down and once again addressed his fingers to her thighs. He moved them up and down her legs, then prepared to launch into some solid, determined cock activity.
"Ohhh, I'm fucking you now," he sighed. "I'm gonna screw your pussy. Just get ready, fraulein. I'm gonna slam my cock hard. Ohhh, I can almost juice just thinking about it."
As Bruno prepared to unleash his cock inside of his victim's mound, he reached up and made a grab for her breasts. His fingers twisted sharply against her nipples, eliciting great pain, but once more she was not about to do anything to let him know just how much he was hurting her.
"What nice boobs," he laughed fiendishly. "Ahhh, I've dreamed about this moment. I couldn't take it any longer. So I went out and had a few beers and thought about it. Thought about us. I had to work up enough nerve to do this. So here I am. Yes, I'm on the threshold of a beautiful fuck. I'm gonna push my piercing cock inside of you. Ohhh, it's so beautiful. Just thinking about it makes me feel so good. I'm gonna let my thundering cock slash inside of you. It's gonna slash so good. Ahhh, I'm gonna really let it smash against your pussy."
His fingers kept on driving against her breasts as he pushed his torrid cock forward, allowing it to make its first contact with her pussy. The harder that he drove his stiff, spell-binding spear, the greater the pain that Anna felt.
He kept knifing her with his savage cock, manipulating it with devastating anxiety as he worked it ever deeper inside of her vagina. The harder that he hammered with his spirited pole, the closer that he moved to the state of an ecstatic climax.
"Ohhh, good, so very good," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, I'm fucking your pussy. Ooooh, ohhh, what a nice snatch you have. You're a tight fuck. You're just the kind of fuck I hoped for. I knew you'd be tight. I knew you'd be a good fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, it's so good."
Bruno's fingers clutched against Anna's breasts as he steadily driving .cock kept on working ever more sharply. The steadier and quicker that he drove it inside of her slit, the closer that he moved himself to the point of a stirring and ecstatic orgasm.
"Ohhh, I'm about off," he announced eagerly. "Ohhh, it's all gonna shoot. Ohhh, it's gonna spray out of my prick. It feels so good. Ohhh, my cock feels so good. It's so beautiful. It's so wonderful fucking your pussy."
A few slashing stabs later, Bruno discovered that he could no longer withhold the juices that he had stored up inside of his long, blazing cock. The peter fluids started to shoot from the end of his lengthy, hard pole, splashing from the end of it and into her mound.
"Ohhh, I'm off," he sighed. "Ahhh, what a cunt you have. What a blazing cunt. Beautiful cunt. Ohhh, it was so good to fuck it."