Be the bait

The idea of being alone with so many of them around is an unpleasant one. I feel so naked without my gun. The skimpy little outfit I have on doesn’t help with that feeling either. Nonetheless, I must do what I must do, and step out into the street.

Naturally, I draw some attention and nearly every man I see takes a look at me. This, I am used to, but the devilish, hungry way the conquerors stare me down and the way they whisper to each other both make me feel like a piece of meat. Like prey.

When I pass the guard standing in front of the building which houses the ammunition dump, he slaps my ass sharply, making me leap forwards.

“Sexy! Ich mag!” He whistles as I walk quickly away from him.

After I’ve been on the street for a while, I start to notice one particular soldier. I’ve been seeing him everywhere. A smirk crosses my lips. I have my fish.

I take a step into an alleyway, which is a big leap of faith, and wait. My heart thumps and I shake in nervous anticipation. I hope he doesn’t just take me right here, in this dirty alleyway. He’s bigger and stronger than me, and I’m unarmed and all alone. I hear heavy footsteps approaching and turn to see my stahlhelmed stalker corner me.

“Hallo kleine Blume!” My suitor approaches and says creepily, leaning his hand against the wall to block my way out. Little flower? What a fucking creep.

“Приветик.” I squeak out innocently.

“Was machst du hier allein?” He asks. “Ich will mit dir spielen!”

“Не хочу здесь… nicht hier.”

“Hier ist guten, Fräulein!” He cheers out and lunges for me.

“Нет!” I yell out and struggle in his grip. He tries to kiss me. “Nein!”

He pulls back to look at me.

“Es wäre besser in mein Schlampfzimmer.” I plead, finally finding the words I had been searching for.

“Dein Schlampfzimmer? Du sprichst Deutsch?”

“Nicht guten.”

“Ja ja ich mag! Wir können ficken in dein Schlampfzimmer!”

“Ja!” I laugh nervously. “Kommst.”

I reach my hand out, which he grips with white knuckles, refusing to lose his prize until he gets what he wants. I lead him down the street, into the other alley, and into our contacts home.

“Hier.” I say when I lead him into the bedroom.

“Exzellent.” He cheers and leans his Mauser in a corner, before slapping his stahlhelm down on the dresser and tearing at his belt.

“Was machst du?” I ask. “Ich dachte wir würden reden!”

“Reden? Hübsche fraulein wie du bist für andere Dinge!”

He drops his belt and starts for me, unbuttoning his shirt. I back away from him, glancing for the closet door. Now would be a good time, cowboy!

When I reach the far side of the bed, I run out of room and the Hitlerite catches me. He rips at my shirt. I struggle, but he has a good grip on me and deftly strips me to my bra before wrestling me down onto the bed.

“Meine ersten russischen titten!” He cries out, ripping at my bra.

“Ahem!” I cough loudly, but to no affect. I realize that he is facing the closet door, which means that I could be in big trouble.

I don’t know what the fascists feed these guys. He’s so big and strong and overwhelming. It’s only a few moments before he frees my breasts. He cheers happily, taking them in before starting to fondle them. He leans in for a kiss, and I have nowhere left to run. He smooches me hungrily, kissing and biting at my lips, running his rough hands all over my body.

What the hell is that American doing? This beast is about to take me! I feel his cock pressing against me. He touches me everywhere and I hate it. I hate it but my body responds to him, preparing to be conquered. My cheeks flush and my nipples harden. I can feel myself starting to moisten and I hate it.

My assailant takes his weight off of me to pull his shirt off. When his hands are behind his back, I take my chance and scramble out from under him. I make a break for the door. It’s so close, but I’m too late and he tackles me to the floor, before pulling me up and bending me over the side of the bed. He twists my arm behind my back and pins me down, my face buried in the blankets.

“Du wirst nicht entkommen!” He barks and yanks my skirt and panties down together before spanking me sharply across my bare ass cheeks. The sting makes me grit my teeth.

I hear the sounds of grunting from behind me, before he grasps me by the hip and shuffles behind me. I feel him smack me on the ass with his aryan schwanz before lining himself up and preparing to mount me.