Posted by Vinnie on January 18, 2006 at 20:24:21:
BLITZKRIEG!
By Vinnie
Victoria lifted her head again, and looked toward the front door. She kept hearing noises. Popping sounds. And screaming? She thought she heard screaming. Outside? No. It couldn’t be. Maybe it was just one of the girls in the mansion getting a spanking from Anna! Ha! Maybe more than just a spanking. Anna was probably torturing someone. She was good at that. Nazis always are. Perhaps it was an Asian girl in that special room down in the basement. A Mexican girl in an upstairs bedroom? A black girl strapped across the billiard table? Perhaps Anna was just drowning another dark-skinned bitch in her bubbling Jacuzzi! Whatever! Time to get back to business.
Victoria lowered her big brown eyes, licked her red lips, opened her wide, sensuous mouth, and began bobbing up and down once again on Jessika’s 15-inch strap-on cock, working her lips and tongue over the huge rubber dildo that rose like an erotic tower from the harness encircling Jessika’s luscious hips and ass. Victoria looked Jessika straight in the eye, moaning loudly as she slid her tongue round and round the tall, thick, wiggling girl-dick.
Suddenly, Victoria heard more noises. Another popping sound. And a loud female voice outside. Maybe Heidi had finally arrived. Karlee and Lorelei had gone outside to wait for her. Perhaps the three of them were having some “fun” with their guns. Yes, perhaps it was just Heidi, Karlee, and Lorelei. Having some harmless fun outside. But maybe they were doing more than just playing with their guns. Perhaps they were also playing with each other. Laughing. Touching. Kissing. Bringing each other pleasure. Hmmmmm! And those three beautiful blondes certainly knew a great deal about pleasure. Victoria couldn’t resist. She had to join them. She had to see what they were doing. They were all so young and beautiful. Poor Jessika. Jessika and her big strap-on would have to wait. As always. While Victoria sampled some fresh, young meat.
“Sorry my sweet. I have business to attend to. Something is going on out in front. Can’t you hear it? I should investigate. I’ll only be a moment. I promise. Keep your beautiful girl-cock warm for me while I step outside for just a little while. Perhaps, if you are patient, I will let you pleasure me with your cock. Later. When I return.”
“Noooo! Victoria! You can’t do this again! You always stop! You promised! You promised that I could fuck you this time! You promised! Don’t go! Please don’t go! It’s not fair! You promised this time! I wore this just for you! Don’t stop! Don’t stop again! And leave me like you always do! You promised! You just want to leave me because of them. Those young bitches. Heidi, Karlee and Lorelei. Because they’re young and sexy and beautiful. You want them, don’t you! You want them, not me! You promised! You promised I could fuck you! You liar! You don’t love me anymore, you bitch!”
“Jessika, Jessika. Mein Gott! Of course I love you, baby. Of course I love you. But I’m Anna’s sister. I have a job to do here. I heard something. Didn’t you? I need to make sure everything is alright outside. We must always be vigilant. You know that, Fraulein. You know that. Now listen carefully. Be cautious with that big mouth of yours. Don’t question me again, Jessika, my sweet! Don’t make me angry. Or I’ll take away your big strap-on, and make you watch while I fuck Heidi, Lorelei, and Karlee. All three of them. Would that make you jealous? Would you cry? Ha! Don’t be such a child! Remember who we are and why we are here, Fraulein! We are Aryan. Pure and beautiful. And filled with sexual desire. We have a mission to accomplish. To seduce and conquer. And also remember this, my jealous little whore, I will do whatever I want, with whomever I want, whenever I want! If I tell you to wait, you will wait! You will do as I say. Perhaps I will let you fuck me tonight, perhaps not. I will decide. Later. Wait for me here, my sweet bitch. I’ll be back.”
Victoria gave Jessika one more brief kiss. Smiling seductively, she squeezed and fondled her lover’s towering strap-on cock. One more squeeze. Another smile. Victoria stood up. She smoothed out her patent leather miniskirt, adjusted her sleek, sheer thigh-high stockings, and cupped her big, braless breasts in her hands, repositioning her luscious tits inside her white silk blouse. Blowing a kiss, she turned, strolling down the hall, leaving Jessika behind.
As she strode through the mansion’s big front door, and out into the warm night air, Victoria Messerschmidt seductively rocked her big hips back and forth, teasing Jessika with her body as she disappeared outside. She knew that there was a pair of admiring female eyes behind her. Jessika’s eyes. Watching her. Watching her walk away. Feasting on the view. Victoria didn’t know that there was yet another pair of admiring eyes. Watching from outside. Watching her intently as she emerged from the mansion. Male eyes. Rick’s eyes. Also feasting on the view. As she made her way out the front door and down the steps to the driveway.
Rick and Jessika. So very different. Yet so much alike in one important way. They knew a beautiful woman when they saw one. Victoria.
At 52 years, Victoria was still a sizzling presence with her spectacular face and body, smoldering sexuality, and insatiable sexual desire. Possessing lovely thick brown hair and big brown eyes, she stood 5’ 10” tall, with an eye-catching and curvaceous figure. Her skin - smooth and youthful, her face – stunning and sensuous, her breasts - as large and full as her waist was small and trim, the swell of her luscious hips tapering to a pair of long, gorgeous legs. A snug, white silk blouse, buttons unfastened down into her deep cleavage, encased her large, braless breasts. Her black patent leather micro-miniskirt, ultra-tight, and only 8” in length, featured a wide leather belt with a silver swastika buckle in front. With side slits and a long front zipper, the tight micro-mini rode high on Victoria’s thighs, stretching tightly around her tantalizing ass. Barely hidden from prying eyes, a lace-up leather thong fit snugly over Victoria’s pretty pink pussy. Tall, black patent leather spike-heeled fetish pumps clicked on the tile entryway as she made her way outside. Shiny silk thigh-high stockings embraced her long, curvy legs. Bright red gloss covered her full lips. Big, gold hoop earrings dangled from her delicate earlobes, gleaming in the moonlight, swinging back and forth as she walked down the steps. Rick could even smell her expensive French perfume. From his hiding place in the shadows.
Rick watched her closely. Admiring her fabulous face, long curvy legs, big bouncing breasts, and wide swaying hips. And he recognized her trademark outfit: white silk blouse, black leather micro-miniskirt, and matching spike-heeled pumps. She wore a leather mini and stiletto heels every day. Just to show off those long, gorgeous legs. Victoria. Victoria Messerschmidt. Anna’s older sister. She would be his ticket inside. She would tell him where to find Anna. He wanted this one. This sexy Victoria. Badly. He wanted her badly.
Rick moved in behind her as she approached Heidi’s car. Following her. Closing in on her. Gazing at her trim waist, leather-clad ass, shapely legs, and stiletto-heeled pumps. Watching her. Watching her move. Her long, confident stride suddenly slowed. She stumbled, stopping short of the car. She gasped. The doors were open. Heidi was bent back over the driver’s seat, blonde hair hanging into the back, booted legs draped over the steering wheel. Stabbed. Smothered. Karlee’s head and shoulders hung backwards out the front passenger door, arms above her head, long legs spread across Heidi, blue metallic micro miniskirt and tube top stained red. Gut shot. Tit shot. Pussy shot. Lorelei’s voluptuous body hung through the passenger window, platinum blonde hair and athletic shoulders inside, upturned ass and stocking-clad legs outside. Red lycra minidress pushed above her ass. Her beautiful ass. Look at it! Oh my God! And her neck. It was broken! Victoria’s head began to spin. She couldn’t catch her breath. She began to back away. Away from the car. Muttering to herself.
“Mein Gott! Mein Gott! The girls! The girls are all dead! Look at them! Massacred! All these pure and beautiful Aryan girls! Who would do this! Who would do such a thing? They were all beautiful. They were perfect! They were all perfect! Mein Gott! Oh Mein Gott. It can’t be! It can’t be! Who would do such a monstrous thing!!!”
Then she bumped into something. A cold chill swept over her. Something was blocking her way. Someone. It was a man. Behind her. He was tall. And big. He was big. He was very, very big. Her chest heaved with fear. She was breathing hard. And starting to sweat. She didn’t want to turn around. She couldn’t turn around. She felt his breath. Hot against her neck. He began to whisper. In her ear.
“I think I can answer all your questions, Victoria. Then I’ve got some questions for you. I did it, Fraulein. I killed them. All three of them. I hate Nazis. Even beautiful ones. I’m here to kill Anna. And all the rest of you. Understand? All of you. Now where’s Anna? Where’s Anna Messerschmidt?”
“What? What? Why? Why would you do such a thing? Who are you? What do you think you’re doing? This is insane. This is foolish. You cannot possibly kill us all. There are too many of us. Too many. It will be impossible. You. You are good. You are very, very good - for a man. You have already eliminated three of Anna’s most beautiful and most sensuous women. They were also very ruthless and deadly. But you managed to kill all three. You have skills. I am most impressed. You know. These three girls you killed were all very voluptuous. And very sexual. They were wonderful lovers. I know. I fucked each one myself. Many times. Lorelei was magnificent. You should not have killed her in this gross manner. Someone of her pure Aryan beauty and sexuality should be treasured. In order to be savored. And used again and again and again. Once is not enough with someone like her. You are a fool for wasting such a gorgeous body. Look at how you have defiled her beautiful ass. Why have you done this? No matter. Your reasoning is no longer of any consequence. But I will tell you this. There is no need for such anger against us. We are all most beautiful and most pure. We have much to offer a man like you. It is foolish to kill us. There are many others who should be killed instead. You know. You know who they are. The inferior ones. They surround us. Like locusts. They are everywhere. It is simply our mission. To eradicate the impurity. You should not kill us. You should kill them! Listen. You must listen to me. Join us. Help us. We will work out all the details. You and I. There is much money to be made here. Anna is rich. Very rich. And the girls you killed. Heidi, Karlee, Lorelei. They can easily be replaced. And Anna. She is my sister, but she too is expendable. She is a crazy one. Wild. Unruly. Undisciplined. Careless. She makes mistakes. I do not. I will help you kill her. And then I will take her place. And you will help me. We will work together. As partners. Trust me. Anna is nothing compared to me. I have more than she could ever dream of. Intelligence. Beauty. Sensuality. Knowledge. Wisdom. The wisdom of 52 years. And almost as many years as a lover. Believe me. I am a most wonderful and amorous lover. I shall please you like no other. Like no lover has ever pleased you before. What is your desire? Tell me and I will please you. Whatever you like. Whatever you want. I will find other girls for you. As many as you want. As many as you desire. I will bring them to you. They are all so very beautiful. With such wonderful sexual skills! You will see. I will bring them to you. I will bring you more pleasure than you could ever imagine. Join us. Join with me. Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
Victoria turned to face Rick, running her hands across his muscular chest and down to his crotch as he began pushing her backward towards the car. She began swinging her hips back and forth across the obscene bulge growing inside his tight jeans. She gasped and moaned as he continued walking her backwards, his left hand gripping her tight buns, his right hand squeezing her big, firm breasts, his bulging cock pressed into the front of her black leather miniskirt. She gasped again as her ass bumped the car’s fender, and she felt herself being pushed backwards over the hood of the car.
Rick leaned in close, stroking her thick brown hair as he whispered in her ear.
“What I want is your sister. I want your Nazi sister Anna. I want to know where she is. In the mansion. Exactly where she is. You’re going to tell me. Now. And after you tell me, I’m going to fuck you, baby. Right here. Right now. Right on the hood of this car. Now tell me exactly where I can find your sister. Where is she? Where’s Anna?”
Victoria began to squirm. She was powerless. He was too strong. She couldn’t resist.
“Oh…Oh…she’s…she’s upstairs. She’s upstairs in her bedroom. At the top of the staircase. To the right. Behind the big wooden door. She’s in the Jacuzzi. Naked. With girls. Ohhhhhh! Some of the girls. Oh…Ohhhhhh…Oh my God! Making love. Yes…Yes! She’s upstairs. In her bedroom. Making love to them! Oh my God! I don’t even know who you are! But I must have you! Yes, Oh yes! I must have you now! I can see that you want me! You want me now! And you will join us! I know it! I just know it! You will help us rid the world of…hmmmmmm! Oh, Mein Gott! Mein Gott! Let me! Let me please you! Let me please you now! I’m ready! I’m so ready! Make love to me! Make love to me! Do me now! Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
Rick stepped between Victoria’s legs, sliding his hands up and down her thighs, caressing her sleek stockings, squeezing her shapely calves. With each stroke of his hands, he pushed her tight black leather skirt higher and higher, up her firm thighs, beyond her lacy stocking tops, past the swastika tattoo near her pussy, above her black leather thong, all the way to her waist. Panting like a bitch in heat, Victoria’s gorgeous chest heaved up and down, soft feminine moans floating out of her mouth as she watched Rick’s magic hands stroke and fondle her voluptuous body. Her big braless breasts rolled back and forth inside the tight, white silk blouse as Rick bent her back against the hood of Heidi’s car. He unbuckled the wide leather belt of her miniskirt, lifting her slightly as he slid the belt from her tight skirt. He slowly untied the laces that ran up the front of her glossy leather thong, exposing her beautiful cunt. Rick spread her legs wide, then slid a finger into Victoria’s tight pussy, easing it in and out gently, eliciting soft moans. She reached for the huge bulge at the front of Rick’s skintight jeans, rubbing her hand over his massive cock. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realized what lay in store for her. What lay behind that long zipper. What would soon be inside her. She pulled down slowly on the zipper. Breathing faster. And faster. Victoria smiled and let her fingers fumble at Rick's fly, quickly releasing his hard, thick 10 “cock. She caressed the long, hard shaft, skillfully exploring every inch of its length and thickness with her delicate fingers as she guided the huge cock toward her waiting pussy.
Victoria squealed with pleasure and pain as Rick pushed forward, sliding into her without warning, plunging his hard cock deep into her beautiful perfumed pussy. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. While he leaned across her body, dragging his hands through her thick hair, kissing her deeply. Stroking. Kissing. Caressing. As he worked his cock deep into her tight pink pussy. Driving deep. Stroking hard. Working his cock from side to side. Rolling his hips round and round. Almost pulling out, then plunging hard back in again. And again. And again. And again. Drilling deep. And stroking harder and faster as Victoria squealed and squealed, rolling and twisting atop the hood of Heidi’s car as Rick pumped his long thick tool in and out of her sweet snatch.
“You are so very beautiful, Victoria. And so very sexy. So responsive. And I do so love a woman like you. A woman with experience. But you, Victoria. You are such a naughty girl! A woman of your age going braless! And wearing a micro-miniskirt! And a leather one at that! Stiletto-heeled pumps! Fetish stockings! And all that red lipstick! With French perfume! You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re such a bad, bad Nazi girl! Your leather skirt is way too tight! And way too short! I think I’m going to have to punish you for being so naughty! And dressing so slutty!”
Rick took Victoria’s leather belt, and slipped it suddenly around her neck, pulling the swastika belt buckle tight against her throat. Victoria’s eyes widened. She was startled, struggling at first, but then relaxed. There was nothing to fear. He wouldn’t kill her. Not now. That would make no sense. No sense at all. She was so beautiful. And so very sexy. He couldn’t resist her seduction. She knew it. She could sense it. Feel it. She had won. He would do her bidding now.
Victoria closed her eyes. Her thoughts now focusing on Rick’s thrusting cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. The belt around her neck must just be part of some kinky game. One that she was always willing to play. One that she vowed to enjoy tonight. She lay back across the hood. Writhing and squirming. Tits up. Big erect nipples clearly visible through the clinging white silk of her tight blouse. Thighs spread wide. Legs slowly pumping up and down. Moaning loudly as Rick stroked deeper and deeper. Her tongue began to poke past her bright red lips. Her eyes began to bulge ever so slightly as Rick applied more pressure with the belt. While he fucked her fast and hard. He leaned in close, whispering in her ear once again.
“One more thing, Fraulein. There’s one more thing I want. I want to know the names of all the Nazi bitches who helped Anna, Lorelei, Karlee and Heidi kill my girlfriend Tanisha. You’re going to tell me. And then I’m going to kill you, baby. Right here. Right now. With your belt. While I’m fucking you.”
“What? What are you talking about? Kill me? Here? Now? Don’t be insane! I thought we had this all settled. We had a deal. There is no reason to kill me. We are lovers now. And I will bring you other girls! More girls! Any girl you want! As many as you want. They’re all right here. At the mansion. I told you. Any girl! And what’s all this bullshit about this ‘Tanisha’? Tanisha was your girlfriend? Is this a joke! Tanisha? Your girlfriend? You mean that worthless black bitch from last weekend? Absurd! Why worry about her when you can have me? Or anyone else! Don’t be an ass! She was trash. Pure trash. Like the others. The others we’ve killed. You’re here because of Tanisha? Tanisha? You must be joking! You killed Karlee and Heidi and Lorelei because of that black whore! That inferior, impure, fucking black whore! Why should you care about that ridiculous bitch? No one will ever miss her! You fool! You fucking fool! You want to know who else helped kill her do you? Do you? I did! I did! I helped kill the bitch! I helped kill her myself! I cut off her hair! I pushed her panties down her throat! I stole her jewelry! And I’m wearing her shoes, you stupid American bastard! I’m wearing the same spike heels I pulled off her dead and twitching feet! What do you think of that! What do you think of that! I executed her myself! You’re dead meat, you stupid shit! You can’t possibly win this. There are too many of us! And they’re coming to kill you! But they’ll be here too late! Too late because you’ll already be dead by the time they get here! Do you know why? Because I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you myself. Just like I killed your black bitch girlfriend! Now take that belt away from my neck, and get off me this instant, you ridiculous, sentimental bastard! Get off! Get offfffffaugghhhgggauugh! No! I said Noauuggghhhh! Auuggghhhh! No! Stop! Auuugggghhhhh! Stop! Auuggghhhh! You fool! You stupid fool! What the fuck are you doing! Auuugggghhhhh! I can’t. Auuugggghhhhh! I can’t! Breeeaaathe! Auuugggghhhhh! Gauuugggghhhhh! Help! Auuugggghhhhh! Help! God damn it! Stop! Auuggghhhhh! Stop! Get off! Get off me you swine! Stop! Stop! You fool! You stupid fool! Auuggghhhh! You don’t have to do this! This is absurd! Absurd! Auuggghhhh! Stop! We are the ones! Gauuugggghhhhh! The ones who will create a new world order! We have all gathered here! Tonight! You can have…Auuggghhhh! Any girls that you want! Any of us! Stop! Can’t you understand? Stop! Auuggghhhh! Stop choking meeeeee! Auuuggggghhhhhh! We are the most beautiful! There is no reason to kill us! There is no reason to kill me! Don’t! Don’t kill me! Please! We are lovers! Lovers! You don’t understand! We are the ones! The ones! I will help you kill Anna! I told you! You fool! You stupid fool! Oh my Gauuggghhhh! Gaauuggghhhh! Help! Auuggghhhh! Help! Please help! Someone help! I can’t breathe! I can’t breeeeaaaaathe! Help! Ahhhhhhhh! Gauuuggghhhh! Help! Jessika! Jesssiiiikaaaa! She did it! She helped kill Tanisha! She did it! And Anna! It was Anna’s idea! Annnnaaaaaaa! Oh Mein Gauuggghhhhttttt! Anna! Anna! Annaaauuuuggggghhhhhhh!”
Victoria squawked out Anna’s name, calling in vain for her black-hearted sister, her Nazi leader, as panic set in, as she began to thrash and scream, just as Lorelei had done only minutes before. They were all the same. These fucking Nazis.
Rick leaned over Victoria once more. Looking straight into her panic-stricken eyes, he spread her legs wide apart again, pushed up her black leather mini, and plunged his cock with a violent thrust deep into her pussy. He yanked on the black leather belt, pulling her head up as he stroked into her. She gurgled and flailed as the belt tightened around her soft throat cutting off her air. Picking up the pace, he pounded her with long full strokes while she writhed and gagged. Her tall spike heels clattered rhythmically against the car’s front fender as Rick worked her over, pulling the leather belt tightly around her throat with one hand, squeezing her big, firm tits with the other, and fucking her hard and deep with his long, thick cock.
Victoria writhed and squirmed on the car’s hood, voluptuous body thrashing and jerking like a fish out of water, big tits wobbling back and forth inside her tight white blouse, brown eyes bulging, tongue wiggling out between her ruby lips, black leather mini bunching at her hips, as Rick continued his furious fucking. He yanked the belt ever tighter, pulling her head up and down by the black leather noose. Her big gold hoop earrings clinked noisily against the car’s shiny metal hood as her head bounced up and down. Frantic for air, Victoria clawed madly at the belt that encircled her neck, tugging at the swastika buckle that pressed against her windpipe, scratching her newly-manicured red fingernails across Rick’s chest, trying to make him let go. Desperate. Panic stricken. Squawking. Gurgling.
As if in the eye of a hurricane, everything suddenly slowed down. And became silent. Seconds turned to minutes. Victoria’s struggling became noiseless. Her full, red lips formed a little “O” as her mouth slowly opened and closed. Her big brown eyes darted side to side. Her arms spasmed as if shot full of electricity, hands and fingers tightening involuntarily around Rick’s muscular biceps, while her back arched upward and her tongue waggled back and forth. Rick slowed his once-rapid stroking. He slipped the end of the leather belt into his mouth and pulled tight with his teeth, keeping the pressure on Victoria’s smooth throat, and freeing both hands for further erotic exploration.
Masculine fingertips slowly drifted up and down Victoria’s legs, caressing her sheer stockings. Strong hands squeezed her firm thighs and calves, feeling the curves of her smooth, tight muscles. Moving up her torso, Rick fondled the soft material of her leather skirt and tight white blouse. Gripping the blouse at the neck, he jerked hard, ripping the silk fabric down to her waist. Buttons popped, flying crazily around the room, bouncing like jumping beans on the floor as the blouse came apart, exposing Victoria’s beautiful, big, jiggling tits.
Rick gripped her magnificent melons tightly as he leaned forward, rolling his hips, and thrusting deeply into her tight love canal one last time. Victoria’s eyes rolled back and her spine arched upward as a low rattle and moan passed across her glossy red lips. Long stocking-clad legs and spike-heeled pumps twitched and jerked as Rick spilled a hot load of cum deep into her pink pussy. Her body stiffened. She shuddered. And went limp.
Rick pulled out and stood up, leaving the black leather belt knotted around the slender throat of his voluptuous Victoria. The once powerful and seductive Nazi bombshell now lay dead, spread-eagled across the hood of the car. Arms above her head. Big brown eyes staring skyward. Long tongue bulging luridly past her glossy red lips. Tousled hair flaring sexily across her neck and shoulders. Legs spread wide revealing her leather thong and cum-drenched pussy. Silk blouse torn open, exposing her large, meaty breasts. Long, stocking-clad legs draped over the fender, spike heels hanging to the ground.
Now Victoria was just another dead Nazi.
Rick carefully pulled her black leather thong down her legs, past her stiletto heels, gazing at the sexy lace-up front as he fondled the soft leather. He leaned over Victoria once again
“I forgot to tell you something, baby, but now it’s too late. Oh well. I gotta admit you were a real hot one. You got a great body. And I really loved your outfit. Nice and slutty. Just my style. Thanks for all the information too. Now I gotta find your sister Anna, and that Jessika chick. And I’m afraid I’m gonna have to kill all the Nazi girls you said were here tonight. You know, “the ones”. And another thing. Like I told your three dead Nazi friends before I killed them, ‘This one’s for Tanisha’. Here’s a present for ‘ya.”
Rick draped the leather panties over Victoria’s glamorous face, rubbing the soft black fabric slowly back and forth over her red lips, smearing the glossy lipstick across her cheeks, before using his fingertips to push the leather thong into her slender throat, leaving the sexy leather laces dangling out of her pouty mouth.
“Now, time to get back to business.”
As Rick turned from the car, he noticed another voluptuous vixen. Coming through the front door of the mansion, heading outside, from light into shadows. It was Victoria’s lover, Jessika. Tall, kinky Jessika. How convenient. Just the woman he wanted to see.
Rick moved back, away from the car, stepping off the asphalt driveway, into the trees. He pulled out his switchblade knife. The knife he’d used on Heidi. And waited. Waited for Jessika to come to him.
At over 5’ 10” tall, she had large, firm breasts, and thick reddish hair. She wore a studded black vinyl corset with a lace-up neck and back, and matching g-string. Long, black vinyl gloves covered her arms, and vinyl thigh-high stiletto boots stretched tightly over her shapely legs. A black harness encircled her curvy hips and sexy rear. Attached to the front of the harness, a 15” black strap-on cock wiggled back and forth, bouncing up and down in rhythm with her sexy strut, as she walked down the steps and out towards the car.
Rick prepared to make his move, readying the knife as Jessika approached the car. He expected her to react like Lorelei and Victoria. Panicked. Screaming. But he was wrong this time. He watched intently as she slowly circled the car. Until she reached Victoria. Spread-eagled across the hood. Jessika stood silent. Then he heard it. Starting softly. Barely audible. Giggling. And then laughter. She was laughing. And getting louder by the second. Cackling. Howling. As she stood between Victoria’s legs. Laughing. And laughing. And laughing. Hands on hips. Head thrown back. Laughing. Laughing so hard. Chest heaving up and down. Giggling. Squealing. Eyes watering. She was having trouble catching her breath. She was laughing hard. So hard. Bent forward. Hands on knees. Gulping for air. She straightened up. And started stroking her big, black strap-on. She leaned over Victoria, kissing her full on the lips.
Rick heard her speak. Just one word. In German.
“Weibchen”
Jessika stepped between Victoria’s legs. Gripping her dead lover’s long, curvy thighs, Jessika pulled Victoria across the hood of the car towards her, then thrust forward, burying the 15” strap-on cock up to the hilt in Victoria’s moist pussy. Jessika began to work it. Work it good. Jessika’s hips pumped madly back and forth as she hammered the thick girl-cock in and out, stroking the black monster into her dead lover’s sweet snatch. Victoria flopped up and down on the hood, head rolling side to side, tits bouncing up and down, body jerking and hopping like a spastic string puppet as Jessika worked her over.
Jessika cackled like a madwoman as she continued her vigorous onslaught, pummeling Victoria’s pussy with her massive cock, sliding in and out as fast and hard as she could. Making up for all the times she’d been refused. Now she was going to give Victoria what she so richly deserved. It was time for payback.
Jessika pulled out, and rolled Victoria to her stomach. The voluptuous dead Nazi slid down across the hood until her spike heels rested on the ground. She was face down, big tits flattened against the car’s hood, with her ass in the air, and, damn, she looked good that way. Jessika stood behind, gazing at her lover’s cooling and curvaceous corpse. The black leather micro miniskirt, slick and snug, stretched cleanly around Victoria’s firm buns, as tight as a rubber band. She looked delicious. Jessika cupped that round butt in her hands, and squeezed hard, then slowly ran her fingertips up and down her lover’s strong calves and hamstrings, feeling the curve and tightness of Victoria’s luscious leg muscles, before moving her hands back up. To that ass.
Spurned by her lover one too many times, Jessika vowed to take full advantage of this erotic opportunity. Still laughing and giggling, she pushed the leather mini above Victoria’s butt cheeks, spread her legs, tilted her ass in the air, and pushed forward with all her might, grinding the black dildo against that beautiful round butt. Jessika pushed forward again, harder and firmer, and watched the entire length of the 15” cock disappear into Victoria’s sweet back door. The black strap-on danced inside Victoria’s delicious ass as Jessika began a deep rhythmic bucking motion. Jessika pulled out. And drove back in. She pulled out. And drove back in. Up to the hilt. Over and over. Again and again. Rhythmically reaming Victoria’s perfect ass.
Rick was enjoying the show. Jessika’s performance had been an unexpected treat. And she didn’t even seem to care about the dead girls. And how they got that way. But it was time to move on. To the mansion. To find Anna.
With knife in hand, Rick strolled up behind Jessika, as she continued her maniacal screwing of her ex-lover, rolling her hips round and round, thrusting in and out, wielding the strap-on cock like an erotic jackhammer, mercilessly pounding away, slamming into Victoria from behind, laughing and giggling all the while.
“You’re not being very nice to your friend. She’s dead, you know. But I like the way you Nazis fuck. What kind of strap-on is that anyway? The ‘Ultra Harness’or the ‘Bend Over Beginner’. You should try the glow-in-the-dark vibrating one. How ‘bout this one. I call it ‘Cold Steel’. It’s a real killer!”
Rick grabbed Jessika by the hair, pulled her head back, and plunged the switchblade between her shoulder blades. Her eyes stretched wide and her mouth dropped open. Gasping loudly, she sucked mouthfuls of air into her punctured lung. She arched backwards, large and luscious tits bursting forward, almost exploding from the black corset. Reaching with her vinyl gloves, Jessika tried in vain to grasp the knife embedded in her back. She staggered jerkily on long, sinuous legs, stiletto heels clacking noisily on the asphalt driveway. She was gasping. Squealing. Stretching her arms. Over her head. Trying to clutch the blade that was buried like a hot poker between her shoulders.
Rick pressed into Jessika from behind, pushing her forward, pinning her between his body and Victoria’s, forcing Jessika’s dildo to slide farther and farther into Victoria’s exquisite ass. Rick buried his face in Jessika’s hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume as he pushed his cock into her from behind, and used his hands to explore the slick vinyl of her black corset and the shiny gloss of her matching thigh-high boots.
The switchblade wiggled side to side on Jessika’s back as Rick swiftly stroked into her, pulling back on her hips and thrusting forward, pulling back and thrusting forward, pulling and thrusting, pulling and thrusting, drilling his cock into her from behind as he lifted her up and down, boring into her while simultaneously lifting her up, and plunging her thick 15” strap-on cock in and out of the delectable derriere of the violated Victoria.
The dance continued. Three bodies in motion. Up and down. Up and down. On the hood of the car. Victoria on the bottom of the pile. Silent and unprotesting. Jessika in the middle. Dazed and barely conscious. Rick on top. Lifting and plunging. Lifting and plunging. The car began to bounce. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. In a macabre rhythm of erotic death.
He could feel it. Rising up like a hot geyser. Yeah, oh yeah. He was cumming. Again.
As Rick spilled his hot seed into an Aryan bitch for the third time within the hour, he slid the knife from Jessika’s back, grabbed her between the legs, and heaved her face up across the hood. As she writhed and squirmed next to her dead lover, Rick sliced open Jessika’s black vinyl corset and plunged the 13” switchblade through the center of her swelling left breast, slicing her large, erect nipple in half, and drilling the sharp blade straight through her heart. She shook and shuddered. And went still. Except for the 15” black strap-on that rose like a tower from Jessika’s harness, still wiggling back and forth like a branch moving in the wind
The time had come to find Anna. No more distractions. No more time spent making love to beautiful Aryan women. Time to find Anna. He would move quickly this time. And if anyone got in his way, he would take them out. Swiftly. Mercilessly.
Rick grabbed the guns, Heidi’s Glock .9mm and Karlee’s Walther PPK, found more ammo clips in Heidi’s car, and took off towards the mansion, jogging briskly, switchblade in his pocket, a pistol in each hand. Looking for Nazis.
He didn’t have to wait long.
At the top of the steps, just outside the front door, a girl emerged. Judi Junkers. Tall and blonde, she carried a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. Her shoulder length hair, parted on one side, swept across her face, covering one eye, draping along her cheek. Dressed in a skintight, low-cut, sequined cashmere sweater that showed off her large, firm breasts, and a tight, black knee-length pencil skirt that flattered her round, full ass, she teetered toward Rick on 4”inch black ankle-strap heels. With a puzzled look on her face.
“Excuse me, may I help you? Are you on the list? Let me see. No. I don’t think so. I don’t think there are any men on the list. No. I’m sorry. You’re not on the list. I’m sorry, you’ll have to leave. You’re not on the list.”
Judi’s eyes went wide as Rick leveled the Glock at her swelling, 34DD rack and pulled the trigger, sending a hot slug straight into the center of her big left tit
“Sorry about the snafu, baby, but I’m going in anyway. I need to find Anna. I may not be on the list, but you are. You’re on the list. I can see it. In fact, you’re getting all over it. Looks like the list is fucked up. And so are you. I’ll have my friends Glock and Walther greet the rest of the guests. You can take a little break.”
Rick pushed past, continuing through the front door, leaving Judi wobbling on her spike heels. She turned her head, dumbly watching Rick move by, before looking down. At the burned black hole in her tight sweater, directly over her left nipple, and the stream of blood squirting out like a little geyser, spraying across the clipboard. And the list.
“Oh, that’s what he meant. Oh! Oh! I’m…I’m on the list. I’m getting all over the…the…the…list. I’m…I’m spraying out all over…the…the…”
Judi died in mid-thought, first dropping too her knees, before pitching forward, and rolling down the steps, landing with a thud at the bottom. Tits up. Eyes wide. Legs spread. Clipboard and pen still clutched in her hands.
Rick headed up the hallway toward the sweeping 2nd floor staircase. There were rooms on all sides. He could hear voices. Lots of voices. This wasn’t going to be easy. There were lots of girls here. Lots of Nazi girls. He would have to make every shot count.
Another tall blonde approached. It was Ingrid Stuka. Head of Anna’s security detail. Athletic. Muscular body. 6’ tall. 135lbs. Leggy. Busty. Long, straight blonde hair. Big hoop earrings swinging back and forth. Glossy red lipstick contrasting nicely with her porcelain skin. Wearing a low-cut, red velvet jumpsuit trimmed with rhinestones, and matching red high heels. With a pistol strapped to her hip. Rick could see her eyeing him. He kept walking. A little faster. She paused at a table below the staircase. Leaning over, she whispered to two girls at the table, then resumed her stroll towards Rick. Her big, braless 39D breasts jiggling and bouncing inside the low-cut jumpsuit. Rick was at one end of the hallway, Ingrid was at the other. Moving toward the center. One step at a time. It was going to be a gunfight. Like an old western movie. At high noon. Only she didn’t know it yet.
At 20 paces distance, Ingrid yelled “Halt!”. At 15 paces, she went for her gun. At 10 paces, Rick opened fire.
The first slug burrowed into Ingrid’s jiggling right breast, jerking her shoulder back, and stopping her in her tracks. Another slug tore into her left breast, jerking her other shoulder back. Ingrid lurched and staggered, head bobbing side-to-side, grunting loudly as more bullets punctured her voluptuous body, leaving glistening dark-red holes in her skintight jumpsuit. Ingrid’s knees buckled as she spun to the right and collapsed to the ground, landing with a heavy thud, face first on the polished hardwood floor, blood pooling rapidly under her curvaceous form. Rick hustled past her twitching body, taking a split second to admire her big, round ass, encased in tight red velvet, wiggling provocatively as her wild death throes continued.
Three girls now stood in Rick’s way. Two at the desk, and another coming down the 2nd floor staircase. Three against one. Good odds.
22-year-old Giselle Gotha sat on the edge of the desk, seductively crossing and uncrossing her shapely fishnet-clad legs, playing with her black platform heels, fondling her pussy and 36C breasts through the soft fabric of her black satin bra and panties. Putting on a show. All for the benefit of her lover sitting behind the desk, Ava Arado.
Ava, wearing an off-the-shoulder black lace minidress, red thong, and red stiletto heels, couldn’t get enough of her young lover Giselle. They were a perfect Aryan match. Giselle, with her heart-shaped baby face, glossy platinum hair, and tight young body. Ava, tall and willowy, with high cheekbones, large eyes, and pouty lips. Her luxuriant blonde hair hung to her shoulders in thick layers, long, wispy bangs caressing her forehead.
Ingrid had stopped at the desk just moments earlier. She had tried to tell them something, but they didn’t listen. They never listened. They were always busy. With each other. They only looked up after they heard the gunshots. Echoing down the hallway. By then it was too late. Rick was upon them in seconds.
Giselle saw the glint of a long blade, and felt a sharpness. Cutting deep. Something. Something sliding deep into her tight gut. Impaling her. And lifting her off the desk. She hung in mid-air for an instant, frantically kicking her curvy, stocking-clad legs and black stiletto heels while she gazed wide-eyed at the blood pouring down across her black satin panties. Before she could scream, she felt herself being flung back over the desk. Giselle landed in Ava’s lap, the chair collapsed, and they crashed to the floor.
Ava had seen Rick coming, and had made a move for the gun in her purse. But she was too late. Giselle’s flying body had hit her like a sledgehammer. Now she was on the floor. Struggling. Kicking. Trying to push Giselle away. Trying to find the gun.
Ava finally shoved Giselle’s dead weight off, grabbed the gun and stood. Gasping for breath, trying to shake the fog from her brain, she twisted and turned on her spike heels, pointing the gun, here, there, everywhere, turning and spinning, looking for a target. She saw a flash. And another. And another. And felt a burning. And another burning. And another. Like a hot knife. And another. And another. Punching into her.
Ava’s black lace minidress exploded as Rick pumped her full of lead, bullets stitching a line up her voluptuous body, ripping holes in her toned thighs, trimmed pussy, tight belly, and jiggling knockers. With back arched and tits thrust out, she spun round and round on her red stilettos, as Rick pumped slug after slug into her. One last round tore through the center of her tiny red thong, propelling her backwards, and she crashed heavily over the cooling corpse of her young lover Giselle.
Rick dove to his left, rolling to the side of the stairs. He quickly reloaded. Then he heard it. He heard clicking. Rapid clicking noises. Someone was coming down the stairs. Someone wearing high heels. The third girl. He could see her through the columns lining the side of the staircase. Bernadette Blohm. Gorgeous face. Stunning 40E-24-36 figure. Tall and sexy with a bronze tan, and thick honey-blonde hair spreading in loose waves around her face and shoulders. Big, almond-shaped blue eyes. Luscious full lips colored a deep burgundy red. Wearing a shiny black leather thong, red fishnet stockings, and black, ankle-strap heels. Voluptuous hard body glistening head-to-toe with baby oil, and adorned with gleaming Nazi jewelry. Swastika nipple rings dangling from her naked 40E tits, a swastika belly piercing hanging from her pretty navel, an iron eagle necklace surrounding her slender throat. And a gun in each hand. She was strutting down the stairs. Hips rocking and swaying. Breasts swinging and bouncing. And she was coming straight to him.
Twenty steps from the bottom, she stopped walking and started talking.
“Show yourself, swine! Where are you! Where the fuck are you! You bastard! You fucking bastard! You killed my girls! My lovers! Come out! Show yourself! Coward! Coward! You fucking coward! I dare you! I dare you to show yourself! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you!!!”
Rick could only take so much trash talking. He swung around the pillar at the bottom of the staircase so Bernadette could get a good look, then flopped to his belly just as she opened fire, sending bullets whizzing harmlessly over his head. He took deliberate aim at her glistening jewelry. And let her have it with both barrels. His guns roared, echoing up the staircase. A sizzling hot slug shattered her sexy naval piercing, tearing through her tight tummy, and exploding out her back. Two more burning bullets blew off the swastika nipple jewelry swinging from each glistening, oil-covered tit, obliterating her large, erect nipples, and burying hot lead deep in her succulent breast meat. Blood dribbled out of her mouth, and squirted from her meaty breasts as she desperately tried to stay on her feet, arms waving and windmilling, teetering on her spike heels, trying to keep her balance, almost falling over backwards, leaning forward and back, staggering, stumbling, gurgling, squealing. Until Rick pumped another red-hot round straight through the front of her black leather thong, and into her pussy. Bernadette screeched like a wounded lioness. Dropping her guns, she clawed frantically at her perforated pussy, before pitching forward in an awkward swan dive, tumbling head-over-heels down the staircase, rolling and bouncing to the bottom.
Landing face-first in Rick’s lap.
Bernadette’s chin rested between Rick’s legs, arms and legs spread out behind her, wide blue eyes staring up into his face, big red lips pressed into his crotch.
Rick really didn’t have time for this. There were more girls coming. He could hear them. But this was too good to be true. Killing all these beautiful Nazi babes was giving him another hard-on. He deserved some relief. This was such hard work. And very stressful. These fucking Nazi bitches were all trying to kill him! And after all, he’d only had sex with three of the ten girls he’d killed so far. He deserved to have at least one more. Bernadette. She was right here in his lap. And she was so beautiful and sexy. She wouldn’t mind. Not now.
Rick unzipped his jeans, releasing his steel hard cock. He lifted Bernadette’s head by her thick blonde hair, and gazed at her gorgeous face. Look at those lips. So full. So red. They were perfect. Just perfect. He slowly eased his cock past those ruby lips, pushing his massive manhood into her wide, sensuous mouth. Holding her up by the hair, Rick worked her head up and down, rhythmically pumping his cock in and out of her slender throat. Gazing past the shiny swastika earrings that dangled from Bernadette’s ears, Rick cast his eyes down across her athletic shoulders, naked back, trim waist, round buns, and the long, curvy, stocking-clad legs that stretched out behind her, ending in a pair of upturned spike heels. Rick continued stroking and stroking, deep throating the luscious Bernadette until he came hard, filling her pouty mouth with an ocean of hot cum.
Just as another horde of Aryan blonde bitches began pouring down the staircase.
Rick threw his shoulders forward and grabbed his Glock and Walther. He sat up. With Bernadette’s head still in his lap, and her lips still wrapped around his cock. It was time to greet the rest of the guests.
Senta Siebel was the first to turn the corner at the top of the stairs. Wearing a white tank top, denim micro-miniskirt, and knee-high stiletto-heeled black boots, the 28-year old, green-eyed blonde gripped the railing with her right hand, and waved a Luger with her right. She only made it down two steps before the first bullet drilled her right between her jiggling 36C tits. With her white tank top turning red, she spun to her right, flopping against the railing. As she tried to right herself, four more slugs tore through the back of her tight denim mini, plowing like red-hot pokers, deep into her round bubble butt. Senta’s knees buckled and she fell heavily on the stairs, rolling and tumbling all the way to the bottom. Landing on her back with legs spread wide. Exposing her naked pussy and bullet-riddled ass.
Eva Klemm, 5’5”, 120 lbs. with spiky platinum hair, wearing nothing but black thong bikini bottoms and thigh-high boots, made it half way. She took a round in the pussy that flipped her back on the stairs. Her tight athletic body, perky breasts, and slender legs thumped down the staircase one step at a time, little feminine moans squeaking out of her mouth as she thudded all the way down.
Last came a gorgeous girl in pink. Freddi Focke. Anna’s newest, and youngest, lover. Ripe and beautiful. With a flawless face, shimmering blue eyes, full pink lips, and cute dimpled cheeks, she was a vision of Aryan youth and beauty. Her golden blonde hair, long and layered, hung thickly down her back, swinging and swaying as she walked. A pleated pink miniskirt barely covered her jiggling buns and matching pink thong. Large, swelling breasts burst up and out of her pink micro-bikini top. Pink platform stilettos with 6” heels encased her pretty feet. She was coming down the stairs. With hands raised high above her head. Slowly. So slowly. Taking a step. Glancing up. Taking another step. Hesitating. Teetering on her heels. Taking another step. Hesitating. Glancing up. Then looking down. Taking another step. Slowly. Deliberately.
She was having trouble negotiating the stairs.
Must be those six-inch high heels.
“Please, Please don’t shoot! Please don’t kill me! I give up! I give up! Please! This is my first day here! Please don’t shoot! I’m young! I’m so young! I give up! Please! I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Anything!”
Freddi continued her slow walk down the staircase. Hips rocking back and forth. One step at a time. Arms raised high. Tits thrust out. Long hair swinging behind her. Seductive smile spreading wide across her sensuous baby face. Getting closer and closer to Rick.
“Please. Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Ich will dich ficken, baby. Ich will dich ficken. Please. I want to fuck you. Please, baby. Let me show you.”
Ten steps from the bottom, Freddi pulled down on her bikini top, exposing her beautiful 36DDs. Moving her delicate hands up and down her voluptuous body, she squeezed and squeezed her beautiful mounds, while sliding her tongue back and forth over her pink lips, moaning all the while. Bending at the waist, Freddi stroked her long, curvy legs with the palms of her hands, then slid her left hand under her pink mini to pet and fondle her tight pussy.
“You like it so far, baby? You wanna fuck me? Willst du ficken oder was? Soll ich dir einen blasen? Here’s something else I want to show you. Something else. It’s a surprise, just for you. Here, let me show you. Know what it is? I’ll tell you. It’s a fucking gun, you ass! You fucking dumpfbacke! You schwanzlutscher! Go fuck yourself! Geh einhandsegeln! Ihre Mutter ist eine hure! Drecksau! Schweinhund! Scheisskopf! Arschloch! You fucking arschloch! Du hast null hoden! Du hast null hoden! Fick dich! Fick dich! I’m going to kill you! Kill you!!!”
Sneering and shouting, Freddi spewed out a fireball of curses in German while reaching behind her back for the pistol in her waistband, but Rick was ready. As always.
His two friends, Glock and Walther, said hello to Freddi, filling her voluptuous, young body with a bucket-full of hot lead. Rick’s guns barked out a loud rhythm as he emptied both clips into the beautiful Nazi slut. Freddi performed an erotic bullet dance, twisting, turning, writhing, and jerking, as slug after slug tore into her shapely calves and thighs, punched into her tight belly, and blasted dime-sized holes in her big, naked tits. Flecks of blood sprayed into her waist-length blonde hair, soaked her pink miniskirt, and splattered over her pink high heels as she spun round and round. Struck hard by multiple blazing bullets, Freddi’s once-perfect body now leaked like a sieve, geysers of blood squirting from a dozen burnt black holes. She let out a long, low groan and toppled over backwards like a felled tree, landing heavily across the steps. Tits up, with legs spread wide, tight miniskirt pushed above her sex, and long blonde hair spreading in thick waves across the stairs behind her, she slowly slid down the bloody steps to the bottom of the staircase. Coming to rest near the bent and twisted bodies of her sexy Nazi comrades.
Rick wasted no more time. Pushing the pouty-lipped Bernadette off his still-hard cock, he stood up, and began his walk up the staircase. To the 2nd floor. To Anna’s bedroom. As he made his way up, Rick released the empty clips and reloaded. He reached the top and turned right. The big wooden door. It was right in front of him. He pushed open the door and entered.
There she was. Rising out of the Jacuzzi. Rivulets of bubbling hot water dripping down her tanned and sculpted body. Look at her. 5’10” tall. Golden tan. Thick platinum hair. Long, toned legs. Round, firm ass. And those magnificent breasts. 50E-24-38. She was the most beautiful and voluptuous of all. It was Anna. Anna Messerschmidt.
Glock and Walther wanted to say hello. But they would need to be patient. Rick wanted to take his sweet time with Anna. And besides, he was getting another hard-on. He needed some relief. Anna would help with that. He was sure of it.