That fucking nigger bitch. She thinks she’s all high and mighty because even in my fucking camps she thinks she’s better than me because she has the attention of HIM. Nothing I’ve been able to do has taken him away from her, no matter how much I scared or tortured her physically. No matter how much I’ve tried to keep them apart. They just seem to be drawn back together over and over. I know her fucking pussy isn’t made of gold. I’m sure that it’s full of ash and coal like her fucking nigger soul. I was on my last straw so it just meant to get what I’d want I’d have to torture them both. So I had him brought to my room. I had changed out of the harsh straight lines of the uniform and into a ivory silk slip, something shimmering and soft. My long wavy blonde hair fell around me and made me into the “innocent” girl that did so well in the Hitler youth. Everyone wanted a sweet, innocent, beautiful thing like me and they gave me all their secrets which I gave to our Fuhrer like a good soldier always did. He was brought to me freshly bathed and shaved, his form was athletic and lean… He was a personal pet project, and as such he was spoiled. He was fed and kept healthy while his comrades were experimented on, tortured, raped, and whatever else my and my companions saw fit. I smiled at him, “Hello.” I purred, my voice sweet and inviting. “Thank you for joining me in my chambers… I’m sorry for my state of undress” I said to him sweetly, letting my body press against his rigid and angry form. My perky and soft breast pressing against his muscled chest as my hands teased over the muscles. “I have an offer for you.” I pressed, his silence and lack of acknowledgement to my attempts at kindness aggravating me. No one ignored me and I could even hear the strain in my voice as I continued as my soft fingers played with the waistband of his trousers. “If you help me be a happy girl, I’ll make sure you’re a very…” my fingers dipped underneath the cloth as I leaned forward let my soft pink lips trace against his chest. “Happy…” my fingers moved, running through the treasure trail just before his cock.” Boy.” I said as I took his cock in my hands, infuriated that it wasn’t hard at all. Even as I squeezed and played with it, nothing happened. I screamed in fury, my anger uncontrollable at this blatant insult. Every man here, even my own soldiers would kill to be in my bed and this man couldn’t even acknowledge I was alive! I slapped him hard across the face, my hand hurting more than his reaction showed it had hurt him. “You fucking nigger. You’re a dirty, rotten, worthless waste of flesh that deserves to die with your comrades.” I spit on his face and he let the spittle slide down his cheek and off of his chin to plop onto the floor. I open the door and yell. “Bring the bitch!” and to my surprise he had finally turned around.
