Again just to reiterate my statement from chapter one, I don't agree with Nazi ideology and find their views abhorrent, this is just a story! I hope you enjoy it.
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The Captain's Plaything
Natasha screamed as the ice cold water from the shower hit her and she desperately tried to scramble away from the freezing spray but her struggle was to no avail, his jackboot would kick her back, into the shower, every time she tried.
"Oh no you don't, you little red bitch! I'm going to scrub your filthy little hide till you bleed."
From some where her Arian tormentor produced a long handled scrubbing brush, which was used to clean football boots and proceeded to scrub her shaking body with it.
"Please stop! You are killing me!" She begged. The brush was turned round and blows started to rain down upon her.
"I told you to keep your fucking trap shut! You only speak when I fucking tell you to!"
Every inch of her body was assaulted by the cruel brush till she was almost unconscious from the cold water and pain.
"Get up! Now I'm going to show you how we Germans do things!"
He grabbed her long raven hair and dragged her screaming back to the table, forcing her upon her back legs spread.
He quickly stripped and moved between her legs pulling them so that only her upper body rested on the wood. Frantically Natasha tried to close her legs but it was too late as he loomed menacingly above her. She gasped at the size of his prick, much bigger than the one of her only other sexual partner. She tried to kick her legs free from his grasp but he gripped her thighs like a vice digging his nails into soft flesh, making her scream in agony.
"You've got a little fight left in you, you skinny little runt! Good I shall enjoy knocking it out of you. By the end of the week you'll heel at my side like a bitch mark my fucking words."
His now rampant cock was moving towards her wide open pink slit. He looked down into her eyes smiling mockingly, as if to say "You belong to me and there is nothing you can do about it!" The head of his member nudged her entrance and forced it self into her, again she screamed cursing him in Russian. Her Little fists were trying to beat his hands away.
"That's it bitch keep on fighting me, it just makes me harder!"
An inch of his meat was now in her. "Arghhh it hurts please stop!"
Another thrust and half his tool was now embedded in her and her legs ceased their futile struggle, giving him a chance to knock her hands away granting him access to her little breasts.
"Such tiny tits whore but your nipples are like acorns." He began squeezing and rolling her bud between his callous fingers. Then he pulled at it savagely as if he was trying to pull it of her breast, she squealed like a banshee as he forced his cock into her to the hilt!
He groaned, "Fuck you are tight, you need broken in like a filly!"
She spat in his face! "You will never break me you Fascist dog!" Where her defiance came from Natasha did not know but she regretted it almost instantly as his hand slapped her cheek stunning her.
His tool almost withdrew out of her before plunging back into her pinning the little Russian onto the table, like a butterfly on the collectors pin. Building up momentum he fucked her with increasing fury, biting her neck forcing her to moan. She shut her eyes trying to block out her ordeal out of her mind but he wouldn't grant her even this little victory, snarling into her ear he ordered her to open her eyes. Through her tears she could notice his face change as the pace of his thrusts quickened sweat dripping from him as he came in her.
