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The Dominafuhrer - MISS SPITEFUL'S WAR

Episode 27 - Kill Miss Spiteful

April 1945

As they all left, I felt a hand brush my shoulder and heard Miss Spiteful whisper as she went past. “Keep him occupied for as long as you can.”

Then I was alone with Von Kreps and I felt even more desolate. Not only had the others abandoned me, but also they expected me to delay him while they made their escape. I now knew how little they thought of me.

Suddenly, Von Kreps’s fist smashed into the left side of my face. “Wake up!” he shouted at me. “If you want to save your miserable little life, you need to get my cock interested in you.”

I was still groggy from the shock and pain, I could taste blood in my mouth and, even after the flashing lights had stopped, I had difficulty seeing out of my left eye. Focusing on my tormentor, I realised that he had unbuttoned his jacket and was unbuckling his trouser belt.

“Get undressed!” He demanded, and I started to slowly divest myself of my uniform. Never mind Miss Spiteful’s instructions, I was too dazed to hurry. Von Kreps encouraged me with the buckle end of his belt across my bare back.

“Leave your shoes on!” He commanded when I had stripped naked and I stepped back into them. He stood naked in front of me. His body was stark white, fat, ugly and hairy, with his stomach overhanging a shrivelled penis and testicles. The look of disgust on my face earned me another punch in the mouth and I staggered back against his desk.

“Get down and suck my cock!” He shouted, waving his belt at me. I crawled forward on my knees until I could grasp his penis and roll back the foreskin. Closing my eyes, I put my lips on his glans and flicked at it with my tongue until his shaft started to swell in my hand. As I took it into my mouth, my teeth nipped the rim of his helmet and he smashed me across the buttocks with the belt buckle.

“Be careful!” He snarled. “That’s got a lot of work to do today and I don’t want it damaged.”

Even at its full extent, it was still a miserable specimen and I could take the whole length in my mouth with my nose in his pubic hair. I tickled his testicles and stroked his prostate until the penis started to jerk.

“That’s enough” He grasped my blonde hair and pulled my head back. “Get up on the desk and open your legs!”

I staggered to my feet, blinking at the pain and but no longer caring what was happening to me. I put my bottom against the edge of the desk and leant back across the files on the top, pulling my knees up and apart with my hands. I felt Von Kreps fat body between my legs, his hands on my thighs and his erect penis pushing at my sphincter. There was a sharp pain as, his hands around my waist, he tried a few thrusts but had difficulty penetrating.

“You’re too tight!” He complained and, a moment or two later, I screamed in agony, as he jammed the end of a wooden riding crop up my anus. I felt muscles tear and pain shot up my spine. He gave the crop a few more pokes before pulling it out and reinserting his penis. I almost passed out with the pain but, seemingly satisfied, he start grinding away at my bottom. He grunted at each thrust, his belly wobbled, and I wanted it all to end, but he kept on. He seemed to have a problem ejaculating and decided to do something to stimulate himself. His fist hit my nose, then my temple and another one bounced of my chin when my headed sagged back. Fortunately, it seemed enough for him and as, he gasped and groaned, I felt his semen spurt and splatter inside me. Despite being buggered in the course of my duties in the dungeon, never before had I felt so dirty. Von Kreps kept going for a few more thrusts and then leant forward over me, breathing hard.

“You disgusting little piece of shit!” He spat at me. “Is that the best that you can do? I hope that those girls and that red headed whore are better value than you. They still think that they are going to get away from Berlin but, once I’ve had my sport with them, they are dead! The Reichsfuhrer wants no-one left alive to tell any tales. I can leave you and those two blockheads to the Ivans. They will not be taking any SS prisoners.”

My head was spinning with the pain from his assault but the impact of his words sank in. Despite his deal, he had intended all along to kill Miss Spiteful and the others. Suddenly the door was flung open and I heard the click of heels on the floor.

“Knock, damn you!” Von Kreps shouted as he stood upright leaving a thin dribble of semen across my bottom. “Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

I raised my head and saw Miss Spiteful standing just inside the door. She was wearing her long black leather coat with the collar lapels folded over her throat. She regarded Von Kreps’s naked body and mine, stretched out over the desk, dispassionately.

“I’m ready for you.” She announced.

“Oh no,” Von Kreps snapped. “I want the young ones before you, you old whore, and where are my diamonds and the microfilm?”

Miss Spiteful jerked her head at me and I slid off the desk onto my knees as she came forwards. She took four little leather bags out her coat pocket, followed by a round, black metal tin and a cream envelope from the other pocket. She tossed them all onto the desktop and Von Kreps greedily scooped up one of the bags and spilt the contents out onto the desk blotter, which was smeared with my blood. Von Kreps almost slobbered when he saw the little pile of diamonds sparkling and glittering in the light. He quickly checked the contents of the other bags and then took the lid off the metal canister. He lifted out a roll of film and held the first section up to the light. He grunted with satisfaction and then glanced at the papers inside the envelope. I recognised them as the documents that Walter Schellenberg, the Head of SS Intelligence had given Miss Spiteful nearly three years before but I still had no idea then what they concerned.

“Excellent.” Von Kreps grinned as he put the papers back in the envelope. “They will be my pension now.”

“What about our release orders?” Miss Spiteful demanded and Von Kreps picked up some papers from the desk and held them out for her to look at. She nodded and he put the back on the desk. “Of course, they are useless until we have completed our transaction and I have signed them.” He put the diamonds back in their bag, made a pile of the files and papers on his desk with the bags and film canister on top and carried them over to the floor safe in the corner. He shielded the combination lock with his naked body while he opened it, put his booty inside and then stood up.

I opened my mouth to warn Miss Spiteful of his treachery but her strode over and smashed his knee into the side of my face. My head hit the edge of the desk and he grabbed me by the hair again.

“Who said that you could speak?” He demanded as more blood trickled down my face and into my eyes and my mouth. “If you want to do something with your mouth, you can clean your shit off my cock.” He pulled my face into his groin so that I could lick his wet, dirty and evil smelling penis. My stomach revolted but both them were ignoring me.

“Where are the girls?” Von Kreps demanded as he stood with his feet astride and his hands on his hips.

“You will take me first.” Miss Spiteful replied. “But I don’t think that you’ve enough there for me, let alone the two girls.”

As Von Kreps angrily kneed me out of the way and stepped towards Miss Spiteful, she unbuttoned the front of her coat and held it open. Von Kreps gasped and stopped in mid stride. I too was open-mouthed as I stared at her. Miss Spiteful wore skin-tight, thigh length and very high heeled black soft leather boots. The welts of black stockings were clipped to long black suspenders than ran up to the tightest of black laced and boned corsets, with an ’S’ picked out in gold lace on the chest. She wore no knickers and the ginger curls of her pubic hair had been parted to expose her sexual organs. Her bare breasts, with rouged nipples, rested in cups at the top of the corset with thin black straps over her cream shoulders. There was a black velvet collar around her throat and her face was more heavily made up than I had ever seen on her before, with dark mascara extending out and upwards from her eyes, rouged cheeks and bright red lipstick.

She put her hands on her hips and placed one knee in front of the other. “Will this do?” She asked.

Von Kreps eyes popped and he had to clear his throat before he could answer.

“Yes, get your coat off and bend over the desk. I’ll show that I’m man enough for you, you stuck-up bitch. I’ll have you begging for me to stop.”

“Certainly not!” Miss Spiteful let the coat flaps fall together. “If you want me, I’ll be on my couch down in my dungeon. I will not be taken like a dog, even if my life depends on it.”

“Nein! Nein!” Von Kreps shouted. “I’m not falling for one of your tricks. I want you here now.”

Before anything else could be said, there was a terrific explosion outside causing the building to shake and the window to rattle. Von Kreps spun round. “Was es das?” He cried. Almost immediately, more explosions followed and I pulled myself onto the desk to look out the window. Columns of smoke and fire were rising from nearby buildings in the Wilhelmstrasse area and, as I watched, more shells exploded and the building rocked again.

“I think that the Ivans have brought up their long range artillery.” Miss Spiteful commented. “I’m going down to my dungeon. I think that it’s safer there.” She paused at the door. “If you do decide to join me, you can bring Ingrid with you. I don’t mind her watching.”

She slammed the door behind her and Von Kreps vented his anger and frustration by kicking me to the floor again with his bare feet.

“Get up then!” He commanded and started to get dressed but when I scrabbled for my own clothes, he whacked me on my back with the riding crop. “Don’t you dare put that uniform on again, you insult it! Come and put my boots on!” When he was dressed, he stalked out of the office angrily cutting at the air with the crop and I followed him, naked except for my shoes and carrying my clothes. That walk down the corridors and stairs was a nightmare, men and women pausing in their panic driven flight for shelter to stare at my bruised and bloodied body with its female breasts and male genitalia. I saw wonderment, horror and even amusement in their faces but Von Kreps ignored them all as he pushed through. He knew that he had us beaten and was savouring his victory before claiming his spoils and ending all our lives.

“Get up then!” He commanded and started to get dressed but when I scrabbled for my own clothes, he whacked me on my back with the riding crop. “Don’t you dare put that uniform on again, you insult it! Come and put my boots on!” When he was dressed, he stalked out of the office angrily cutting at the air with the crop and I followed him, naked except for my shoes and carrying my clothes. That walk down the corridors and stairs was a nightmare, men and women pausing in their panic driven flight for shelter to stare at my bruised and bloodied body with its female breasts and male genitalia. I saw wonderment, horror and even amusement in their faces but Von Kreps ignored them all as he pushed through. He knew that he had us beaten and was savouring his victory before claiming his spoils and ending all our lives.

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