lifespan was boring for an ambitious SS ship's officer such as myself stuck in a modest town in France in 1943, but it was better than fighting on the Eastern Front, and it had its compensations. I had my own headquarters. Gallic food, French wine. cipher to do. The hassle was we had to win over Irving Berlin that we were doing something useful and that something was suppressing the French people Resistance.


It was hard body of work, out at dark in the dolt piddling French people van with radio set equipment listening for their little radio set, listening for their incredibly noisy and ugly aircraft landing and dropping"factor"who you could descry a kilometer away.

Just occasionally life-time had recompense. Justine was just such a compensation.

She was a pretty young matter, drab haircloth, slim. About eighteen, XVIII old age three months and two twenty-four hour period to be exact. She was not very good at being a resistance member. She shook so practically when Schultz and Libermann walked past her that they had to ask what was untimely. They thought she had been attacked, when in fact she had a radio concealed in her basket.

Not a spy radio, a telefunken bought on the black market. Not our business organisation but the Gendarmes. Still they brought her in.

They brought her to my office,"A Collaborator Herr John Roy Major,"Schultz said proudly.

"Really ?"I enquired.

"She has a radio, Herr John Roy Major !"he insisted and he showed it to me proudly.

"Its a Telefunken, about ten scratch worth, big deal,"I sighed.

"But Herr Major !"they protested.

"Very well question her,"I agreed.

That is when she pissed herself, litres of it down her legs and on my carpet.

"Get her out of here, get her in a bath and get her back here within the hour !"I snapped.

I regretted my outburst as she was dragged away screaming.

The bathtub was in the boiler room in the basement two floors below my office. Usually we used ice cold pee on suspects but I followed them down,"Hot water supply,"I ordered, before they could fill the bath with cold, and as the steaming hot water flowed, I had to lodge,"Not boiling you idiots, warmly !"

She was shaking, I held her handwriting in mine briefly,"And let me help you off with your cover girl apparel,"I said sweetly as I started to unmake the buttons.

It unbuttoned all the way down the front and I slipped it off her, she had a bra and the wet pants under it, sandals on her groundwork, no stockings. Her little pap stirred as I undid the bra strap. Schultz pulled down her flower patterned Caucasian pants and Libermann undid her sandals.

"bathroom,"I ordered. She climbed in, she tried to hide her knocker and her os pubis but she did not let enough deal. I decided her mass of disgraceful pubic hair would have to go, and the hair under her arms.

I needed more men, Willy Brandt and Mohne were upstairs, I called them down.

I let the girl bathe for a few transactions, it seemed she was not used to such luxury.

I hung my crownwork on a nail and removed my shirt and tie, I hung my undifferentiated trousers over a chair back so I should not get them wet, placed my gun and the bayonet I carried in my boot on the professorship and prepared for the interrogation. Schultz laughed at me, so I took my hat off as well and stood in my shiny black boots, singlet and sorry underpants.

She shuddered as I took my bayonet and sat on the slope of the tub,"We High German have standards,"I said as I took the soap from her and began to lather her under arms.

"Do you like the feel of cold brand on your skin ?"I asked quietly as rested the razor sharp leaf blade against her arm.

"No,"she said.

"Is that why you don't plane ?"I asked, but without waiting I started to cleave away her under arm hair."In some brothels they shave the little girl bald so they can be blonde or brunet or dark at the variety of a wig,"I advised.

"Not my tomentum !"she protested.

The under arm hair was falling freely now. I enjoyed this. I did her other arm pit and then to her horror I started on her pubes.

"No stop I will separate you everything !"she blubbed.

"No, you will lie and we will run turn like headless geese and waste many hours,"I assured her,"Intelligence has to be gleaned carefully and methodically."

The dark hairs were falling away. She stopped breathing in fear."Breathe you silly goose,"I whispered. My blade touched her button. She reacted violently with a shudder.

"Ah a passionate girl, I believe you will enjoy the interrogative as much as I shall,"I whispered as oh so carefully I removed the good deal of dark hair and revealed her soft womanhood lips and a tiny clitoris rearing like a little maggot just waiting to be rubbed.

Finally I ran the blade carefully down her legs cleaving away the leg hair. I marvelled at the edge, all those hour Auchmann had spent with a leather strop sharpening it as a punishment had certainly paid off, I should accept to penalise him again now her hair had started to blunt it.

Finally I was satisfied,"There,"I said,"Isn't that sound ? Your boyfriends will be pleased."

"I have no young man,"she snapped, but she seemed relieved.

I took a chance, I handed her the dagger,"Do you want to kill me ?"I asked,"My Friend will snap you dead if you do but it would be for the gloriole of France !"

"No,"she said as she handed it back,"I want to go home."

Her little tit were standing like bullets,"But I have to interrogate you first,"I said sadly, and I ordered,"Dry her off and in the interrogative sentence way please."

I sat down and tried to clean my dagger. Already rust fungus was forming, what a shame.

"We are set Herr Major,"Schultz called.

She was in the extra professorship I"Liberated"from the Gestapo. Like a mark between a dentist hot seat and a parturition chair it had arm ease where the arms were securely strapped and stirrup for the infantry where her lower legs were securely strapped.

I smiled at her and gently cranked the stirrups apart to circularize her legs wide. So extensive her gloomy lips parted and up inside I could see a glistening membrane.

"Are you a virgin ?"I asked.

"Yes,"she said.

"Oh well that is one problem we can solve,"I laughed,"Schultz. Libermann, tits please Mohne, Brandt stand by.

She gasped as my admirer started to kiss and thrash her tits. I bent to the task of licking her pussy.

"No, I tell you everything,"she protested but her juices were flowing nicely and judging the import I pushed down my pants and aimed my now achingly Brobdingnagian cock into the moist slit between per pussy back talk."Noooooo,"she wailed but Mohne had his hands on her cheeks and as I kissed her lips she was powerless to prevent me.

Poor girl, her intellect in torment, her essence said no, her clitoris said, yes yes yes more harder, fuck me photograph your load.

"Listen to your cunt,"I whispered,"Relax, enjoy, and if you are a good girlfriend, Libermann, Schultz, Mohne and Brandt will fuck you as well."

"No,"she said again and this clip I believe she meant it.

The gossamer softness of her odorous pinko pussy lips on my cock head was exhilarating, the surely knowledge that my humanity was going where none had gone before was so exciting. I eased luxuriantly into the welcoming bosom of her womanhood. Her cunt walls spreading for the very initiative prison term as I eased ever mystifying into her, gently and lovingly as her body welcomed me.

The feel of her hairless genitals was intoxicating, her freshly bathed body a revelation in a country where perfume not soap was the norm.

"You are tearing me apart,"she protested.

"Nonsense, my cock is quite pocket-size compared to some of my men,"I laughed,"Why Schultz's cock would promote right through from your cunt to your throat if he fucked you."

I think she believed me, she looked so scared.

"Now tell me when are the Tommies landing their future agent."I asked as my balls tingled with anticipation and I tried desperately not to sprout my incumbrance too soon.

"I don't know,"she said,"I really don't."

"And where ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"she replied.

"Will you find out for me ?"I asked.

"No !"she said.

I sighed"If you don't I shall let Schultz fuck you with his big cock and maybe get a Donkey along so you can put on a special appearance of fucking at the town hall before the Minou Mignon Cartoons."

"You would not !"she blustered.

"Perhaps, perhaps not, '' I admitted,"But my pricy future clock time I shall sit on my chair and you shall rebound up and down on my cock."

"You can not hold me here !"she blustered.

"No you may go household and I will send for you when I need a fuck, I mean when we are cook to question you again,"I assured her.

It was then there was a ruction, a boastfully loud mouthed cleaning woman was forcing her way towards us,"Justine where are you !"she wailed.

"mummy !"Justine wailed.

"Shut that bitch up, fuck her in every hole, now !"I spluttered,"Can I not even have a screwing in peace ?"

There was a lot of screaming.

"What are they doing !"Justine demanded.

"shtup her bitch, arse and back talk at once I guess,"I suggested,"And if she bites they will rip out her teeth, probably two at a time."

Justine fainted. It really is no fun fucking mortal who is unconscious, so I let myself cum, pumping my thick creamy man succus bass inside her womb. I felt on top of the earth but slightly disappointed that I had not made her cum.

I dressed and went to see the mother in another elbow room. The gripe was in heaven, lying on the bare mattress on the double bed. She had never been gruppen fuckt by lusty SS men before, Schultz was fucking her cunt and someone else her ass, while she sucked cock like a child with a lollipop. All her dress were off and she looked like a beached albino whale. A whale with smuggled hair's-breadth around her cunt and armpits. Ugggh.

"Mama !"Justine cried when she saw her.

"Go away cherie is only a bit of fun !"the old cow replied.

Justine turned away, buried her school principal in my berm and cried.

Her tears soaked my shirt. I was worried about getting cum on my uniform so I wiped it off her with my handkerchirf

"Do not distress yourself,"I comforted her,"Your mother is an old woman of the street and desperate for cock juice because your father is always out screwing some young whore when he pretends to be fighting for the Maquisard, we German language know such things."

She continued to blub.

"diaphragm you are making my shirt wet,"I advised,"And my cock hard,"I advised, I thought a instant and then ordered,"On the bed beside your mother."

"What ?"she queried.

"I wish to fuck you again. I wish to make you cum."I explained."Lie by your mother and spread your stage, If you cum I shall send you habitation, if you do not I shall let the others try."

She did as I said, her moist cunt pouted eagerly awaiting my cock end, she smiled shyly as I eased my cock tip gently against her soft pinko cunt lips and eased it gently into her freshly reamed gob beyond.

She mewed with delight,"son of a bitch,"she whispered,"Why do you realise me feel so commodity ?"

"SS Training,"I whispered,"Now cum my darling."

It felt too good, I didn't want it to end as I pounded into her seraphic young pussy. I fucked her like a lover not like a harlot, smothering her with kisses until her resolution crumbled and she started to thrust back against me and even let me buss her open air rima oris and run my lingua around her teeth before her physical structure exploded into a cataclysmal shuddering orgasm.

To be continued ?