Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

She responded in a loud moan, matching his "Aaagh's," with soft purring, "Oh, oh, oh, oh's," of her own. Then they began a wild matched rhythm of flesh smacking against flesh, the Lieutenant pounding and punching away at her, squeezing her buttocks into numbness as he did so.

Ruth's hands flew to his neck and across his back and she tightened her legs around his hips. Then, just as an automobile's gears are shifted and the car begins to run more smoothly so did their rhythm increase and become a perfection of movement. He began to jab shortly and quickly into her, roaring with pleasure each time. He threw back his head and screamed as though he were in excruciating pain, strangely bringing Ruth's orgasm shooting from deep in the center of her trembling belly and erupting warmly against the large throbbing head of his deep imbedded cock. She moved her hips from side to side with a wild salacious fervor until the Lieutenant had spewed his thick, white sperm hotly into the desperately sucking core of her pulsating little cunt. He groaned shortly and collapsed on top of her, his prick staying hot and hard inside her.

Ruth was afraid to move to make herself more comfortable. He didn't say anything, just lay on top of her. She had not expected to enjoy the act after he had so crudely plunged into her, but she had and now she feared that he would know how much she had enjoyed it and that he would make her suffer for that pleasure. So she remained silent with his hard, hot cock pulsating against the still throbbing walls of her vagina.

"So, Fraulein," he said after a few minutes, "You are not a virgin after all, hey?"

"I… WASN'T?" Ruth asked.

"Ha!" he laughed. "No, Fraulein, you wasn't! But it doesn't matter. I don't expect one could find a virgin in all of Germany over nine years of age."

He moved his hips slightly and rammed more fully into her. He raised his head and his cold, grey eyes sought hers. "Fraulein," he said, "How does this bit of German manhood feel to you?" He moved his hips from side to side to emphasize his question.

"Ooooh…" Ruth groaned her answer.

"So you like it, huh? Tell me you like it, Bitch," he growled, then forced his mouth onto hers and bit her lips.

Ruth cried out in pain. That seemed to turn him on again. Like lightening he was on his knees again, had hoisted her legs into the air, then rammed into her solidly, all his weight behind the thrust of his hard prick. Ruth's white legs splayed apart and threshed the air helplessly, the whole of her loins open helplessly before him.

He jotted and rocked and pounded into her with all his strength, his stroke short and swift. It was only seconds before he screamed a profanity and rammed his hard prick into the core of her and spewed his hot semen again into her. Her position became more and more uncomfortable. His prick had not softened one bit after his first rousing shot into her, nor after his second. Yet he was panting from exhaustion.

After some minutes he withdrew his huge, pulsating prick from her tight little cunt and rolled over onto his back. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. His pole stood straight up, hard and stiff, from his body. The large purple head glistened with moisture from their combined orgasm. Then he began to talk. Ruth simply lay quietly by his side, not touching him, and listened. Her stretched little vagina throbbed and pained her from the immensity of his size.

"So. You were supposed to be a virgin, Fraulein! Ha! Don't worry about it, though. I know you were told to tell me that. It matters not. I do not care. We are told so many things and they always turn out to be different from what we are expecting. So. But, cest la guerre."

Ruth did not answer because she felt that he did not want an answer. She was right. She heard him swallow and she knew that he was running his tongue over his lips. Suddenly he sat up and supported his head on his hand. He looked at her.

"You have a beautiful body, Fraulein. Beautiful. We'll make it not so beautiful. Get me a cigarette," he ordered her.

Ruth went to the table, lighted a cigarette, and returned to the bed. He put it in his mouth and took a deep drag. "Good. Now you may get back on the bed," he told her.

Ruth crawled back into the bed. She eased her trembling body alongside his and wondered what was in store for her. She swore at herself for trembling, but she didn't seem to be able to control it. She stared at the ceiling and clinched her teeth together.

The Lieutenant smoked about half the cigarette. He then ordered Ruth to mount him. She got on her knees. She realized that because of his extra long, thick prick, she would have to half-way stand over him. She managed. She placed her wide-spread loins over the top of his ever-hard prick, then she looked to him for further instructions. She feared that one false move on her part would set off his cruel nature and she was the only one who would suffer from it.

"Sit down on it!" He told her.

Ruth tried. She pressed her soft cuntal lips against the smooth, rubbery head of his large prick but she couldn't seem to force it to move into her. She tried harder, letting the whole of her weight bear down upon it. Then, with a wet sluicing sound, the large soft head slipped into her and pain seared her vagina and spread out to her thighs.

He grabbed her hips with his hands and forced her down fully onto him. "Oh… oh… Oooh…" Ruth moaned as his hard cock snaked into her tightness. She felt again as though she were being split apart. "Fuck up and down with your ass!" he screamed at her before she could adjust to the pain.

He pressed the lighted cigarette into the soft straining mounds of her buttocks and she moved. He smiled cruelly. "FASTER!" he screamed at her, holding the fire within an inch of her soft white flesh.

Ruth moved. She leaped upward with the touch of the cigarette, forgetting for a moment the pain that assaulted her cunt. She had only a split second to start back down the long length of his hard, glistening pole before he burned her again. She moved as fast as she could.

Then, without warning to her as it had been with Kurt before, she began to appreciate the torture of his hard driving pole tearing wetly into her suddenly hungry little cunt and the searing pain of the cigarette fire threatening at her soft mounds. When she was moving at a rhythm that pleased him, he flipped the cigarette into an ashtray. He grabbed her buttocks and pried them apart and shoved his finger deep into the smooth, rubbery recesses of her tiny, puckered anus. Ruth screamed from the pain it caused her, but she did not stop her movement nor slow them. She continued to pump hungrily up and down his long hard cock. Then it was there for her again, the desire welling up inside her, preparing to spill forth. Her desire overwhelmed her. She threw her head back and with her mouth wide agape moved her young body as forcefully as she could until she came, erupting in blinding spasms of lewd, salacious pleasure. Then, she slowly but jerkily stopped her movements, her breath coming in long low gasps of satiated feeling.

He laughed bitterly. He slammed into her abruptly, continuing his upward thrust with his body, then grabbed her and flipped her onto her back and pounded and pumped into her and ground deep and forcefully until he shot his hot semen again into the still quivering depths of her belly. He withdrew his prick from her cunt immediately.

"That's all, Fraulein. I shall not wish you again while you are here. You may return to the room where you left your clothes. Go." The lieutenant said, getting off the bed and standing with his back to her. "You may leave in the morning," he said to her as she reached for the door.

Ruth returned to the room and got onto the large bed and sobbed herself to sleep. She awoke early the next morning, stiff and sore. She sat up and looked about the room. Her eyes lighted onto the small evening bag. The papers she wanted were inside it. She took them, nervously, then got back onto the bed. She had to figure out a way to get them out of the house and back to Kamp East. She didn't give a moment's thought to the Lieutenant.