Wartime Germany  part one   




Captain Andrea Hoffler was the personal assistant for the most powerful German
officer in Cologne, Field Marshall Hans Grommel.It was he who decided over
life and death in and around the city and Andrea was terrified of the imposing
6 foot blond Aryan soldier who was cruel with his attitude to all. Andrea was
a beautiful 5'5 dark skinned, jet black haired, gipsy- looking girl. She was
27 years old and had been in army administration for two years. She looked
stunning in her German army uniform which consisted of a white blouse under a
grey army jacket, a short grey skirt which she had shortened herself to come
to mid thigh, hold up stockings and black leather knee boots which came up to
a couple of inches below her knees and hugged her sculpted calves tightly. Her
figure was well defined and muscular from her days as a gymnast without losing
any of its feminine sexuality. Andrea was sympathetic to the plight of the
Jews in the city and her father who was a high- ranking officer in Cologne
felt the same. Her father tried to help as many sufferers as was possible in
secret but inevitably the day came when he was caught and Andrea found herself
pleading for his life in front of the callous Hans Grommel. "Your father
should be executed for the crimes he has commited against the Fatherland!"
barked Grommel at Andrea. " Please sir, don't have my father killed! I'll do
anything !" pleaded Andrea. " He is a filthy Jew sympathiser and will be
punished as such. No firing squad but instead a lingering strangulation to
ensure that he has time to consider his folly as he dies." " Please
sir......no! I'll do anything!" begged Andrea and she threw herself on her
knees in front of the tall Nazi who stood arrogantly in front of her, legs
astride . " Anything meaning that you will give yourself willingly to me?"
said Grommel as an evil gleam flickered in his eyes. He started to unbutton
his fly with one hand while using his other hand to grab her by the back of
the head by her jet black hair." Come on then Jew girl, suck the seed of the
Fatherland into your pretty mouth". Andrea had no other option and inserted
his half erect cock into her beautiful warm mouth. " This had better be good
Jew girl. You had better pleasure me really well. Your father's life depends
on it. Look at you with your dark skin and black hair. You are not of the
Aryan race and are only worthy of having my cock in your mouth. Now suck me
off you Jew loving bitch!" ordered the Nazi officer. Andrea was terrified> She
wanted to bite down on the monster's cock and hear his screams of pain but her
father depended on her actions now. She had no choice but to start moving her
lips up and down on his shaft. The Nazi groaned with pleasure and Andrea took
a firmer grip with her mouth and started to bob her head up and down on his
member feeling it grow and harden in her mouth. Within a few minutes she had
worked him up into full erection and he was moaning on a regular basis now.
She knew that it wouldn't be long until he blew his load into her mouth and
she really started to work his member relentlessly with her bobbing mouth.She
got off her knees and crouched on her haunches to finish him making the tops
of her calves bulge slightly over the tops of her leather boots. Her skirt had
ridden up her thighs and her hold up stocking tops could be seen as well as
the flesh at the tops of her thighs. She cupped his balls with one hand and
gripped his shaft firmly with her other hand, jerking him off ruthlessly
willing it to be over. The German officer couldn' t last any longer and Andrea
felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch as he started to cum. She made sure
that she finished him properly and started to move her mouth up and down as
she felt him start to cum all the while still jerking his shaft with her hand
and gently squeezing his balls with her other hand coaxing his sperm to
release. " That's right bitch! Take it all down!" screamed Grommel
laughing.She felt the first couple of spurts hit the roof of her mouth and she
milked him incessantly until she had a huge mouthful of his Nazi seed .Her
mouth was so awash with his sperm that she was forced to let some flow from
the corner of her mouth and down her chin and neck. Still he kept pumping
sperm into her sucking mouth all the while resting his hand on the back of her
head as it bobbed up and down. Finally she had drained him and he fucked her
mouth for a while before dragging her mouth from his member. "Not bad Jew
girl," he sneered." Maybe Daddy gets to live. We'll see.But I haven't fucked
you yet and with that Hans Grommel reinserted his penis into Andrea's mouth
and started to forcefully fuck her face. Andrea felt ashamed and wanted to cry
but she needed to cooperate to save her father. Grommel fucked her mouth until
he was hard again and then took out his dick and dragged Andrea to her feet
and pushed her towards his desk. He turned her away from him and made her bend
over the desk . He rammed his throbbing member up her bumhole and proceeded to
fuck her painfully. Andrea cried out from the pain but there was no stopping
the German. Mercifully the Nazi came quickly and Andrea was spared any
prolonged agony. Hans Grommel pulled up his trousers and left the room. Andrea
collapsed to the floor and broke down and sobbed. She had never felt so
violated and humiliated. She stayed slumped on the floor for some minutes.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Captain Sven Deitrich entered. He
was another cruel Nazi and Andrea hated him as he constantly offered himself
as torturer or executer for Hans Grommel. Dietrich wanted to advance his army
career as much as possible and did all of Grommel's dirty work. Dietrich hated
Andrea for being a woman and couldn't accept her as an equal regardless that
they shared the same rank. " So Hans Grommel used you as you should be used.
Ha ha! You deserve nothing better. Where is he? I need to tell him that I'll
be delighted to execute your father , slowly of course. So he's not here.
Right I'll go and find him." Andrea watched him go with anger boiling inside
her. She stood up and tidied herself up so that nobody would be able to tell
what had happened. She straightened her stockings and her skirt and pulled up
her boots slightly but they were so snug to her calves that it was
unnecessary. She left and went straight to her quarters and stayed under the
shower for over an hour but still felt unclean. She cried herself to sleep.
The next day she went to the office buildings and entered the office. Dietrich
was just leaving and smiled a knowing smile at her. Hans Grommel ignored her
and made phone calls and had appointments all day. Towards the end of the day
Andrea spoke to him" Excuse me Field Marshall but my father?" " Despite your
efforts he was strangled by Dietrich this morning and if you protest you will
join him. Now go home and mourn and be back for duties tomorrow first thing."
Andrea was mortified. Bastard! How could he? She left and cried all evening.
Andrea decided that evening to get revenge on her father's killers and she
would start with Dietrich. She knew that the two of them would be travelling
to a house in the suburbs of Cologne which they were setting up as an
interrogation centre. They would be alone for two days. She would kill
Dietrich there. She knew that although Dietrich hated her as much as she hated
him he still found her very attractive. She had often caught him looking up
her skirt and he could never take his eyes off her toned legs as she strutted
around the office. She decided to use this to her advantage. A week later and
they were at the suburban house. There had been a memo circulated stating that
all German officers were to be especially vigilant as recently there had been
a spate of officer killings. This was perfect for Andrea as she could blame
Dietrich's death on these. That evening Dietrich and Andrea finished there
work for the day and Andrea suggested that they have a drink. Dietrich agreed
and Andrea sauntered over to prepare them. She stretched making her skirt ride
up her thighs showing her hold up stocking tops and noted that it had the
desired effect on Sven Dietrich as he leered at her. Unknown to Dietrich she
had mixed in a drug to his drink which would cause him to feel weak within the
next half an hour. She would need to keep him at bay until the drug started to
work when she could overpower him and end his life. She walked back to the
leather couch where they were sitting and gave Dietrich his drink. She sat on
the couch and crossed her legs ensuring that her leather boots creaked
together seductively and her skirt rose higher still. She noticed that this
had a profound effect on Dietrich. She forced herself to chat fairly amiably
with him and was pleased that he suspected nothing. After a while she noticed
him wavering and the combination of more alcohol and the drug was making him
appear drowsy. " I've got him!" Andrea thought to herself. She offered to
massage Dietrich's neck and even though he was feeling strangely tired , one
glance at her booted legs and he was readily agreeing. He sat on the floor
with his back to her between her legs while Andrea , still on the couch,
placed her hands on his neck. She massaged him gently for five minutes until
she felt him almost dozing off. She pushed him gently lower towards the floor
until he was at the correct angle, hitched up her skirt exposing her stocking
tops, then carefully wrapped her lovely legs around his head. " What are you
doing?" mumbled Dietrich, not fully aware of what she was going to do to him.
"It's time for you to pay most dearly for murdering my father and all of the
others before him, " replied Andrea, her voice even as she carefully wrapped
her thighs around his neck. "I'm going to strangle you and let you suffer for
your crimes." She crossed her ankles making her leather knee boots creak as
they rubbed together. She gripped his neck with her thighs, straightened her
legs which made her boots creak again and put more pressure on his head and
neck with her thighs. Dietrich realised that this was a serious situation and
he began to struggle wildly. However, due to the effects of the drug , his
attempts to free himself from Andrea's perfectly executed headscissors were
never threatening to show any success. He tried to prise apart her thighs but
his hands kept slipping from her powerful thighs as they held him securely in
place. This battle between his hands and Andrea's thighs raged on for a long
time with Andrea always in control. The pressure of her thighs around his head
and neck was becoming unbearable to Dietrich and he switched tactics and began
to concentrate on separating her crossed ankles instead. He grasped at her
booted calves and ankles but it was difficult to make any headway as her legs
were strong and he was tiring badly now. Andrea knew that this was the time to
sap his will and demonstrate to him that she was in total command of this
death battle. She dragged herself to the floor taking Dietrich with her and
carefully, without mercy, she brought her booted calf up to his throat and
tucked her foot behind the knee of her other leg thereby applying a very
efficient figure four headscissors. Her calf pressed into his throat and
started to close his windpipe making it very difficult for Dietrich to breathe
comfortably. Andrea grabbed his hair and forced the back of his neck against
her crotch then pressed her calf snugly against his Adam's apple. Andrea could
have closed his windpipe and ended his life within minutes but she wanted to
take her time killing her father's murderer and she also wanted Dietrich to be
looking into her eyes as he died. For now she was content to torture him for a
while. Andrea would pour on the pressure with her legs and as she sensed him
slipping into unconsciousness she would stop , never quite putting him out.
Dietrich could not believe that this woman, who he considered beneath him, was
dominating him with such ease. It angered him enough to put in a determined
bid for survival. He began to fight with the frenzy of a madman and Andrea
watched with amusement as he struggled against her but she knew that he was
never getting free from her stocking clad legs. Dietrich fought in desperation
but only succeeded in making himself more tired. He couldn't shift her legs at
all but managed to pull one of her stockings down in his fight for survival.
Andrea watched his head turn from pink to red to purple under the guidance of
her powerful legs. Then after an hour or so Dietrich couldn't resist any more
and merely rested one hand on her thigh and the other on the calf across his
throat where the calf was bulging at the top of her boot. Andrea had watched
Dietrich's frenzied fight for survival with relish enjoying feeling his panic,
enjoying the feeling of his head encased by her stocking clad legs and
enjoying the fact that he was slowly succumbing to her will. She enjoyed his
hands ineffectually grabbing at her legs and she enjoyed the sexy sound of her
leather knee boots rubbing together every time she tightened her hold on his
head. She felt him getting weaker and weaker and almost cried out in triumph
as she felt him finally cease his pathetic, futile struggles and simply rest
his hands submissively on her legs in defeat. She started to stroke his hair
and whisper soothingly to him still holding him immobile in her headscissors.
"I'm going to make you pass out now," she whispered gently. "It's almost time
now." " Please don't kill me ," begged Dietrich hoarsely. Andrea responded by
tightening her leggy noose until he could no longer breathe at all. Dietrich
didn't struggle at all and continued to rest his hands submissively on the
legs that had imprisoned him for the last two hours. Andrea poured the
pressure into her hold and delighted in feeling Dietrich pass out between her
legs, his hands finally falling away from her legs. She gently uncoiled her
legs, releasing his throat from her calf and removing her thighs from around
his head letting it flop to hit the floor quite hard. Andrea got to her feet
and stood astride his prostrate form. She pulled up and straightened her hold
up stocking that had been mauled in the figure four and checked the other
stocking before placing her hands on her hips and looking down at Dietrich
disdainfully. " Time to die you Nazi pig!" she said spitting on her victim as
he began to come round. She then noticed the bulge in Dietrich's trousers and
realised that although Dietrich had suffered at her hands , he was very
aroused. Must be the stockings, she thought. " So you want me now ,do you
Sven? Well know this. You will go to the grave with that hard on knowing that
you will never be relieved by a woman again. How does it feel knowing that a
woman is going to end your miserable life?" " Please...," begged Dietrich but
he saw no mercy in her brown eyes. He watched in fear as Andrea lowered
herself onto his stomach straddling him as he lay powerless against her. He
attempted to push her off feebly. " No no, Sven," she cooed to him." Ssh
ssh,"she soothed him gently.She took his wrists in her hands and pushed them
to the floor all the while staring straight into his eyes. Still staring at
him she moved slowly up his body until she was sitting on his chest. She
manoeuvred his biceps under her shins still pressing his wrists to the floor
with her hands. Dietrich struggled against her again but he had no chance of
freeing himself now.Andrea held him firmly pinned to the floor like this for a
long time to ensure that he was in no position to fight her. Dietrich was
finding it difficult to breathe again with her weight planted emphatically on
his chest and his arms were going numb under her shins. Andrea then released
his wrists and placed her hands on her hips arrogantly as she showed Dietrich
that she could control him without her hands. Andrea started to squeeze his
nose, prod him and slap his face gently with her hands while continuing to
stare into his eyes and Dietrich could only swear at her but she just smiled
down at him from her dominating position astride his chest. Dietrich could do
nothing to stop this humiliation and brought his hands in to rest against her
booted calves. He still had a huge hard on. He knew it was hopeless and began
to beg again but she ignored his pleas and sat confidently astride him, gently
torturing his face for what seemed an eternity to Dietrich. Dietrich couldn't
bear to look into her mocking eyes any longer and turned his face away. Andrea
took his nose and repositioned his head. To Dietrich's horror, Andrea then
shuffled further forward until she was sitting on his throat and neck. His
biceps were under her ankles now and Andrea forced her crotch against his
chin. She prevented him from trying to look away again by clamping her hard
,smooth inner thighs against the sides of his face. Dietrich groaned loudly
and Andrea smiled heartlessly down at him from this even more dominating pin.
She placed her hands on the tops of her thighs on her stocking tops and looked
down at the fallen Nazi. The look of humiliation and desperation she saw in
his eyes was beginning to turn her on now and she realised that she was really
enjoying this deathmatch. Andrea squeezed his face hard and started to gyrate
her hips slightly. She removed her hands from the tops of her thighs and
placed them on her hips again making Dietrich instinctively bring his hands to
rest on her thighs on the stocking tops. He groaned again and started to beg
her to finish him and end his humiliation. Ignoring him, Andrea continued to
gyrate slowly for a long time until she brought herself to a small but very
satisfying orgasm, squeezing his head viciously with her inner thighs almost
knocking him out again. She sat very still on him for a while until she had
collected herself and finally moved her inner thighs away from the sides of
his head and face. " You've got some uses then ,Nazi pig," she said as she
stared into his red face. She flicked his face with her finger. " I think
we'll do this again!" she laughed. She glanced at the clock on the wall and
was shocked to see that it was 3.00a.m.! Her annihilation of Dietrich had
lasted for four hours! She had enjoyed it so much but now it had to end.
Permanently for Dietrich she mused. Andrea shifted back off his throat and
settled herself high on his chest, keeping his biceps pinned by her shins
again. She gently placed her hands around his throat and squeezed. Dietrich
moved his hands from her knees and reached over her thighs to try and prise
her arms away but Andrea countered by smacking his head on the floor, stunning
him. She knelt up slightly and placed his hands on the back of each calf at
the top of her boots. She then sat down again trapping his hands securely
between her calves and thighs. She stared at his face for a few minutes and
when she saw in his eyes his total defeat, she repositioned her hands around
his throat and resumed her calm, leisurely strangulation. Since she had so
casually secured his hands, Dietrich now knew it was completely over and he
waited for her to drain the life from him. Andrea duly obliged and had another
small orgasm as she throttled Dietrich. She watched fascinated as his eyes
bulged and she made very sure that the last thing he saw before he died was
her beautiful face smiling down at him. Finally Andrea felt his hands stop
gripping her calves and she knew that he would be dead soon. She lokked behind
her and was pleased to see that his cock was still erect even in the last
moments before death. She watched Dietrich's eyes mist over and saw with
satisfaction the life disappear from them. Even when he had died she calmly
kept the pressure on his throat for a couple of minutes until she was sure
that he had died. Still sitting on him, she tidied her hair and thought about
what she was going to do .