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I suspected it little when it came. My name is Gabi Kruger and my orders were to stay committed to my station in Stalingrad and to await instruction. Little did I know at the time what the Fuhrer was planning, none of us did.
It was the middle of the night when they came for me, at first I feared we were under attack and reached for my rifle, but it was too late. Before I knew it my hand was stamped down under a serviceman's heavy boots. Instantly I recognized those as issued by our own army for they wore
the mark of the Third Reich. I'd tried to get to my feet when a second serviceman came behind me, grabbing me by my thick black hair- I could feel the hard-on in his trousers pushing on my back.
''What the hell is going on here?'' I yelled, ''you'll…''
''Yeah, she's one of the good ones, she goes to the Doc,'' I heard a voice say and then before I could get my bearings another boot came quick to my face and then there was blackness.
Doctor Pinter withdrew the speculum and I watched, in horror as he produced golden balls on a string. My saliva ran down and onto my shirt and I could feel it, hot and sticky, on my breasts. "open wide" said the Doctor as he pushed the first ball inside my vaginal.
'You wonder what these are? Yes?'' he asked, ''Electrode spheres. They slide inside the vagina and send out shock waves, to test the clarity of the vaginal walls and also to enable me to assess the depth of your cervix as the speculum suggests you have a deep and wide cavity. It must be difficult to find cock to satisfy you my dear, no?" The spheres have also been proven to strengthen the womb and increase fertilization probability.''
"And now, the finale". He approached with a strange tube and syringe which he inserted into my gushing hole. He squeezed it, letting blast an abundance of spunk, like an angry volcano erupting. I wanted to run, hide, but the experience was now stimulating. What was in the damn tube?
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Every 2nd Friday in the month, for the past 13 months, he had driven her to the club, watched her perform on stage, her dance becoming more erotic, more explicit, more assured each time. At first they both enjoyed the experience, he would become aroused at the comments from those who watched her act and the passion, with which they made love, after, had surprised them both, but now the scene had changed. He watched as she enticed her string of lovers with whom she left the club, and then, as the dutiful husband, he drove to collect her from wherever at whatever time he took the call. He now tired of the game notwithstanding that her appetite was insatiable. This was one Friday the 13th when it really would have been advisable to remain stay at home. He watched her dress. The leather waist cincher adorned with chains, the studded collar she used to wear for him, and the thigh high black PVC boots. She looked like a Goddess, a damned Dominatrix. He wanted her yet he knew she planned to be in a different bed that evening. The rohypnol was easy to obtain and, as he poured a few drops into her chardonnay spritzer, he felt strangely liberated, so much so that he ejaculated into the glass, mixing the surreal cocktail of semen, rohypnol and wine before handing it to her. She smiled the way she always smiled, appealing, thankful, alluring and took her first sip. “Thanks honey” she said “I’m so lucky to have you”. The drive to the club had been uneventful; there was a time when she wore a long coat over her gear, but the days of modest had long since departed. Now she didn’t care, and should they be stopped by the authorities, she’s merely cast her spell and give them a freebee. The club was busy as she entered- he parked the car and allowed her to make her appearance without him. She sat by the bar and ordered another spritzer which she drank all in one. Dutch courage? She didn’t need it but it always helped to oil the wheels a little. They were now playing her tune and she walked, gracefully, to the stage, making sure to sway her hips and rattle her chains as provocatively as she could- yes she was a tease but she always delivered, look but don’t touch was NOT how she now lead her life, a life made possible by the wonderful and adoring husband she had found after years of marriage. How lucky she was......
