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Add your own! Warsaw, Poland 1939 SS-Obersturmführer Sieglinde Domistein straightened her cap as she exited the Rolls Royce that had brought her to the core of the Nazi occupation of the ruined city of Warsaw. She licked her lips a bit as she considered the former City Hall before her. She enjoyed her work, and the job her superiors had given her this day was something to look forward to. Two Nazi guardsmen saluted her as she began up the stone steps leading to the huge front doors. She smirked slightly when she noticed how flushed their faces became as they took in her appearance, her golden-blonde hair held neatly by her cap, her coldly beautiful Aryan features, and her form fitting SS uniform. The younger of the two guards seemed the most uncomfortable; his pants were actually tented at the crotch. The youth of the master race are healthy indeed, thought to herself, Sieglinde smiling. "Liutenant Domistein!", the other guard announced, "The commandant is waiting for you in his office." "Very good.", she replied cooly. She nodded her head towards the younger soldier. "You, escort me to the commandant." The young Nazi seemed to have trouble walking as he walked her inside and towards the commandant's office. Domistein enjoyed her work indeed. ------- Josef Taszycki strained weakly against his restraints. He had just awakened again, after being knocked unconcious for what seemed to be the fortieth time. He was alone, and not in his cell as usual. He found himself tied by the wrists and ankles to a chair, the only real furniture in the cold, gray room. Worse, he was naked. He saw his now ragged clothes piled in a corner. They had obviously stripped him in this room before binding him. The walls and floor seemed to be solid concrete, and there were a few sets of metal clasps and chains hanging from the wall. The Polish man grew worried, wondering what his captors had planned. Josef knew all he could do was wait, but he still tried to work his right hand free when the door suddenly opened. Josef's eyes grew wide as the tall woman wearing a cloak and an SS cap entered and shut the door behind her. ------- Sieglinde shut the door and pulled the string to her right, ringing a bell on the other side and signalling the guards waiting there to lock the door. This room was completely soundproofed. Lieutenant Domistein prefered her privacy as she did her work, and the SS had taken pains to secure this room for her, one of their highest ranking interrogators. She examined the man before her. Although obviously Semitic, she had to admit that he was handsome for an untermenschen; his dark curly hair and handsome features marked him as a city man despite now disheveled appearance. His naked manhood was impressive as well... He had been captured while skulking about important Nazi-occupied buildings. The men in charge believed that he must be a member of the underground resistance the Nazis had been unable to stamp out completely. Domistein's job was to get information on where the man's comrades were hiding. Her mouth nearly watered with anticipation. "It doesn't matter what you do to me, I don't know anything," the man told her flatly. Sieglinde merely smiled a smile that didn't touch her eyes, and dropped the cloak from her shoulders. The man's eyes widened again, further this time. All that remained of Sieglinde's SS uniform was her cap and Nazi armband. The rest had been replace with a black leather harness that was laced about her body, and knee high boots and elbow length gloves of the same material. In her right hand, she held a cat o'nine-tails. "Oh, you do know something my dear untermensch", she purred into his ear and she leaned over and ran the cat o'nine-tails slowly over his penis. Josef tried to will it to stay flaccid, but the SS woman's nakedness and the, for now, gentle carress of her weapon wouldn't allow him to resist. She continued to tease his cock as she grabbed a handful of his curly hair and pulled his head back. "You WILL tell me everything you know. Whether you want to or not. And you WILL want to my slave. You will.", she said with lusty delight. He tried to look her defiantly in the eye, but her nudity and continued carressing of his penis clouded his mind. He bit his tongue in an effort to stay focused. To look for a way out. She ceased the cat o'nine-tails treatment and reached out with her free hand, grabbing his cock and squeezing rythmically until he was fully erect. "Do you want to go ahead and tell me what you know now?" He merely gave her a cold stare. She grinned evilly. "Good! I don't want this to be easy." She quickly dropped her cat o'nine-tails and pulled a hidden blade from the back of her right boot. In quick, fluid motions, she cut the bonds on Josef's wrists and ankles while still holding him by his cock, squeezing so hard that he was gritting his teeth. She the pulled the Polish man forcibly out of the chair by his penis, and threw him to the ground. Josef tried to get back on his feet, but his legs were still cramped from sitting and Sieglinde wouldn't let him have time to regain his balance. She quickly moved about him, punching and pushing about the room at her whim. She was expertly trained by the SS, and she wasted no motion. "You pollacks are so stupid. You should not have bothered resisting when we first invaded, just as you shouldn't bother resisting now!" Eventually, Josef was on his hands and knees, breathing laboriously. He couldn't find the strength to lift himself. Seeing this, Lieutenant Domistein walked over to the far corner of the room, examining various devices of torture hanging from a panel there. Josef tried to force himself to move, seeing what horrible items the Nazi interrogator was preparing to use on him: a bullwhip, clawed gauntlets, various clasps. He was horrified even more when Sieglinde turned around, holding her chosen tool: a large black strap-on. She fastened it about her pelvis as she walked back towards him, and grabbed his hair as he tried to pull away. "Now untermensch, you will learn obidience to the Aryan race! Get into position or be beaten again!" She pushed him towards one side of the room that had four clasps bolted to the floor, designed to hold someone to the floor on their hands and knees. A light went off in Josef's head as he saw that and considered the dildo now attached to his tormentor. He remained silent as he knelt as if to allow himself to be locked in place.
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"I see you're beginning to realize your place.", Sieglinde said. "As a reward, I'll let you suck my bratwurst before I take you from behi..." She cut off in a yelp of surprise as Josef lashed out with both hands, grasping her by her strap-on. She had been expecting attacks on her body and limbs before, but she had carelessly added a new target to herself! Josef hurled her around and at the wall as hard as he could from his position. It wasn't hard enough to hurt her as much as he'd hoped, but it did knock her to the floor. He quickly grabbed her left arm and locked it in the appropriate clasp before she could recover. She screamed in fury as she tried to beat him away from her with her free hand and legs, but now that she was held in place, Josef could subdue her one limb at a time and lock each down securely. When the deed was done, the Polish man stood over his tormentor, her eyes blazing with hatred. "You'll never leave here alive, untermensch filth!" she spat. He dropped to one knee and lifted her head by her chin so she was forced to look him in the face. "Oh, I think I will. I've gotten out of tighter spots. You see, you krauts assume that you captured me. I LET myself be taken so I could get close to the people with information." He smiled coldly, letting the truth sink in. Sieglinde's eyes grew even more furious, against him and herself for allowing this to happen. Josef walked around the Nazi woman until he was behind her. He placed his hands about her waist as he got down on his knees. "It's a pity this strap-on is blocking your doors. That leaves only the back entrance. Now, will you tell me what you know about the Nazi agents you have in place amongst the Allies?" Sieglinde replied icily. "I swear I will hunt you down and kill you myself, pollack! I will tell you nothing!" Josef shook his head, "Well then, we'll see about that. Now get ready for a REAL Polish invasion!" I'M SORRY
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quote:Shodanbait came out of the closet to say: Not with a quote like that, you shouldn't be.
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General George S Patton was driving a tank down the road in northern Africa when there was a sudden attack by the Italians! He commanded his troops to bravely fight and then in the middle of it all his tank crashed into a house! "oh no!" said Geroge S Patton. "I have crashed my tank into the house. I hope nobody was hurt." Inside the house was the most beutiful 15 year old girl you had ever seen. "No" she said, "Nobody is hurt but we are really shaken up. Who are you?" "I am General George S Patton, " said George S Patton, "and I am fighting the Italians and the Germans on my way to beat Montgomery to Berlin!" "My name is Laurel" said the pretty girl with long brown hair down to her waist. "I am 15 years old and I live in Oak Valley but I am vacationing here in Africa in World War 2." "You are the pretiest girl I have ever seen, " said George S Patton. "I would gladly win the war if it meant your hand in marrige." Laurel blushed very cutely and said "It would make mne the envy of all the girls in Oak Valley High School and I will accept for you are a gallant man who fights for his country, George S Patton!" They kissed and bombs went off around them. "Quick" Said laurel. "To the fallout shelter!" they ran into the fallout shelter underground and locked the door behind them. "There" she said, we are all alone now. "then I will take off my clothes," said General G eorge S Patton. He took off his clothes. "I will take off my clothes too" said Laurel and she took off her clothes. "You are still the prettiest girl I have ever seen" said George S Patton. "And some day your breasts will be big and firm but I like them just the way they are now." then they kissed. He got on top of her and put his thing inside her after they kissed. "Oh Geroge S Patton it feels so good" said Laurel. "Yes it is better than the time Mr Cliff stuck his finger in you didn't it?" answered George S Patton. Then he took his thing out and said "Now we are married." "Oh General George S Patton!" said Laurel. "You have made met he happiest girl in the world!" "And I am the happiest general in the world!" said George Sp aptton. "And now to prove my love I will go fight a Nazi and beat him!" "And now I must go THE END IF YOU'RE PEEKING IN MY DIARY GO AWAY I'M TELLING MOM AND DAD, JASON
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I am so going to hell. Also, I think I need to vomit now. ---- Eva gently licked her lips in anticipation. He was standing there in front of her; yet, it was like a vision, a mere dream. She fantasized about caressing his smooth, taut muscles; of feeling his little black moustache between her spreaded legs. She began to undress herself, slowly lifting her dress above her head, revealing the bounty of her legs nestled within her dark lace garter belt. She stood there for a moment, running over Adolf's body with her hungry eyes. He reached for the last rag which covered his hirsute body, a faded red armband, clad with the image of their love and his hatred. "Nein", spoke Eva gently, her tongue lightly rolling off of the last syllable. "Leave it on." ----
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MY PENIS IS QUITE LITERALLY BURSTING THROUGH MY PANTALOONS IN AROUSAL, DEAR SIR, AND I WOULD REQUEST MORE. MORE!!!!
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quote:Squeeky came out of the closet to say: I thought if I went through with the scene it would lose funny and be trying to hard to be erotic. Of course, it could be finished easy. I wanted to leave it open for the sequel, Return to Castle Domistein. Can anyone write some hermaphrodite kamikaze pilot fiction?
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erotic stories are the best thing to come to intellectual adult entertainment since wolf blitzer did a tag team with heradlo rivera
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Franklin D. Roosevelt studied a report he had just recieved from the British. In a very troubling development, the Germans had started using four wheels on their naval enigmas, and the allies could no longer decode the transmissions. Roosevelt was so caught up in this problem that he didn't hear the door open. "So, ve finally meet vace to vace" the voice was low and pleasant. Roosevelt looked up and saw the Axis leader Adolf Hitler! "What do you want, Hitler, and how did you get in here?" "Oh, your secretary was very happy to let me in, after a little bit of 'convincing'" he said, winking "As to vat I vant, I vant your body!" Roosevelt screamed for help, but none came. He felt helpless, but at the same time he felt a little turned on! Sweating profusely, he went for the gun he hid under his desk. Suddenly, Hitler hit his hand with a riding crop! "naughty naughty" he said, and took the gun! Advancing on Roosevelt, he began to unzip his pants... CONTINUED NEXT WEEK!* *NO
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Bessy's engines coughed and spluttered to a halt. Now that Bessy, his trusted Spitfire of 3 years, was damaged beyond repair. At 600feet, and with 2 rounds of Luftwaffe shots to the engines, there was only one thing left to do. John stroked Bessy's dash gently, "Goodbye, my darling" he uttered sadly. After a deep sigh, John exited the dieing aircraft he'd patrolled in for so long. 1 minute later, in a field North of Devon, England. John landed abruptly, and within seconds was greeted by a young farmgirl, who was stereotypically named Susan. "Are you ok?" said Susan, in a concerned tone of voice. "Perfectly fine" smiled John, as he lovingly twirled his mustache. After a few minutes of silence, Susan asked "How long?" "'How long'?" questioned John. "Yes, I mean, How long since you had it last?" replied Susan. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean, young lady." Said John, in a shocked tone. "Oh God, this is a terrible" Said Susan, "you mean the war?" uttered John. Susan scratched her head, "No, I mean this piece of fiction.. I can't bare it any longer." John nodded, "Yes, I quite agree. It's even more terrible than this bloody war." After a few silent seconds of thought, Susan proclaimed "Oh bugger this, lets just go into the pig farm and get down to it." Seconds later, a German bomb dropped on the very barn the couple occupied. Luckely, it was a generic one; it didn't go off. And was full of nothing more than harmless confetti. John and Susan lived happily ever after. And had 3 children, Charles, William and Francis. Author's notes: Oh, that was quite possibly the worst thing I've ever wrote. Please forgive me. This concludes Carry On Warring. I will be pushing myself greatly...
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Very well, sirs. I am in a mood to entertain. Also, is it wrong if I get aroused by these? ---- Slowly she laid herself down upon the bed. Her back ached with the pressing of metal coil into her nubile flesh; yet somehow, she did not care. Her thoughts were concerned only with the long hours of ecstasy which lay before her. Her spartan surroundings served only to enhance her anticipation of what was to come. She could no longer wait. Slowly, rising from her cot, she crept forward toward her lover's naked, quivering body. Her long arms, clad in smooth leather, slowly reached up toward his limp, dangling Pimmel. "What are you doing?" he cried out suddenly. "I... I thought..." stammered Eva in a way which did not befit her smooth nature. "This..." spoke Adolf, as he slowly pulled out a Luger pistol from behind his arching back, "was to be our 'special night'." Tears welled up in Eva's eyes as she thought of the ramifications. It was their honeymoon. She literally ached for his body with every part of hers. Still... an expression of love it was, nonetheless. "Ja, mein Fuhrer... Ja." - April 30, 1945 ----
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I know i should post something... but I just can't find my muse tonight.
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December, 1944. The Ardennes Forest. Captain Michael Dockery was tired. He had been working with the regimental S-4 for the last eight hours, trying to extract everything they could from division. It was bitterly cold, and no one was dressed properly. Dockery was the 1st Battalion S-4, supply and logistics officer. He trudged grimly up the snow covered hill to his "headquarters." This consisted of a shack that had already taken one direct hit from Kraut artillery. It had no roof, and was thoroughly ventilated. Still, it was better than nothing. Lieutenant Harry Knowles, the battalion S-1 (the personnel officer), was operating out of a ditch covered by pines. Dockery was very happy he was senior to Knowles, the poor bastard. He was about thirty feet from the shack when he heard the first German shells start to land. He hustled the remaining distance to the shack. Just as he was near the door, a shell dropped about fifty feet to his rear. He hurled himself forward, crashing through what was left of the door and landing in a messy heap on top of his assistant. Corporal Jason Blentz was a slight, skinny boy of 19. He made corporal fast because of his incredible skill at scrounging, thus the assignment to the S-4 section, which beat the hell out of a rifle squad. Blentz was a first rate scrounger, but always looked scared and vulnerable. He hid under Dockery's rank and prescence every chance he could. "Sorry, Blentz . . ." Dockery started to say as he began to untangle himself from Blentz. He then noticed Blentz's very erect, and very exposed penis pressing into his stomach. "Christ, Blentz!" "poo poo, sir, I'm sorry. I was just . . . getting ready to piss. . . ah poo poo, I'm sorry, sir." Blentz's face was beet red, he looked like he wanted to die. "Goddamnit. . ." Dockery muttered in embarrassment. He looked at Blentz. The poor kid looked loving mortified. So what if was trying to jack off when he had the shack to himself? Dockery even envied him. He had been too tired and cold to think about sex for the last few weeks. He met Blentz's eyes, and put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Jason. We all do it." Dockery couldn't help it, his eyes darted down to Blentz's penis again, which was wilting quickly. "You too, Captain?" Blentz asked, eyes wide. "Sure, Jas, I'm just better at not getting caught." Dockery said, smiling. Jason Blentz looked relieved as all hell, Dockery thought. The Kraut arty was still pounding away, but was moving away from Dockery's position. They would stay put until the artillery ended. "The Krauts threw me off my game, Captain. You normally wouldn't have had a chance to catch me." Blentz said. Dockery grinned, then his face grew thoughtful. "You do this a lot, Jas?" "All the time! Do you, Captain?" "Well, not lately. . ." Dockery's voice trailed off as his eyes darted back to Blentz's penis. It was now fully erect, raging hard and purple headed. Jesus loving christ, he's as queer as a three dollar bill, Dockery thought, startled. Oh my God, this is turning him on! "Jesus, Blentz!" "Oh God! Captain, no!" Blentz looked even more mortified than before. What happened next would baffle Dockery until he died in New York City, in 1987. Dockery reached out, and enclosed Blentz's cock with his hand. Blentz gasped, and thrusted his hips out, pushing all his cock into Dockery's hand. Dockery savagely pounded Blentz's dick as Blentz fumbled with the buttons on his own fly. Blentz's trousers and skivvies slid down and Blentz's left hand flew behind him, to play with his rear end in a top hat while his right hand seemed to mesh with both of Dockery's hands, slathering up and down on Blentz's engorged cock. They kept up a manic pace for about two minutes, until Dockery released Blentz's man-meat to whip out his own rigid member. They each pounded their own cocks at a frenetic, vicious, fiery pace both grunting and groaning and gasping for breath. Dockery shot first, his come spraying over Blentz's hands, cock and stomach. Blentz finished a second later, sending a stream of hot juice straight up and then down on his upper chest and throat. Both of them slumped back, spent. After a minute, the German artillery died off and Dockery got up and left without a word. He went to Lieutenant Knowles's ditch and arranged to have Blentz transferred to the 3rd Battalion's S-4 section. Dockery and Blentz never saw each other again.
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That this thread needs is either The Script or Lovecraftian Journal.
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Die! All of you just loving DIE!!!
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This thread is beautiful. The only thing that could make it better is Skrewloose.
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 When German forces invaded Russia in 1940, they found it unprepared for its advances, and so thrust their forces deep into the Russian lines. Some of the German attacks faltered due to the Russian winter of 1940-41, shrinking back to a more defensive position, but eventually the Russian lines were not able to resist the Germans, sucumbing to repeated poundings by massive columns of troops, tanks and airplanes. In some cases, two or more huge German armies would assault a single Soviet position, battering it and knocking it aside from the sheer momentum and strength of the attacks. After penetrating the Soviet lines, the German forces shot out deep into the Russian countryside, to advance further into the motherland and claim more Lebensraum for the bulk of Germany. Eventually, German forces began to feel the weight of Russian counterattacks, and coupled with the ever-increasing shortages of ammo and sheer stamina to continue, the German forces were forced to pull out. The Soviets, unsatisfied, pursued and harangued the beleaguered Germans all the way to the German border, whereapon they became the invader, and Germany felt the pains of recieving an assault in an ironic reversal of roles. Ultimately, Germany crumbled at the hands of this new Soviet onslaught, surrendered to the Russians and their allies, and became occupied, a mere shadow of it's former self.
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It should be illegal for me to enjoy this, but by God, I love it. Unfortunately, my muse is horrified beyond belief, and refuses to participate. Carry on, brave soldiers, carry on.
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Fine, off to hell I go. Feburary, 1945. Somewhere over the Pacific.. The glory days of the empire were over. Yakushi knew it as well as any citizen of the empire. Flying his A6M5 Zero accross the bland Pacific, he knew his destiny was sealed. Feeling nothing but endless despair he swirved his plane into a direct course with the American battle group. At least, he thought, I am not alone. Indeed, he was not. His young co-piolt Kato was with him, but he was not in his usual spot. He was in the front, crammed against Yakushi in the pilots seat. Their relationship had grown over the years as they had destroyed the Chinese and then the Americans. As one guided the other over the great blue planes, always in motion, they had soon wrote love haikus for each other. They developped a bond that few men shared. Yakushi nodded silently to his co-pilot, the ineffective anti-air craft flak exploding to his plane's sides, proving that the Americans could do nothing against the will of two Japenese lovers. Their loins throbbing in motion with the explosions as they flew towards the main battleship of the group, Kato let out a high-pitched scream in glory as they let loose their energy in one final blast... Except they missed, crashing into the sea, their man-orgy met with a spray of cold sea water. As they sunk into the sea they were eaten by a giant squid. The End. ----------------
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Lot more like this excerpt at: http://www.nifty.org:quote:
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Ai Takahasi stood in the doorway, a silk robe barely covering her round size b breasts. The fabric clung to her, damp with sweat. It was hot in the Commander's bedroom, it always was. Air conditioning was a luxary that could not afforded in a time of war, but the Commander always found enough room in his budget for a daily visit from Ai. He would always coddle her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, before they got down to business. This day the Commander was late and Ai was growing impatient. She walked over to the bed and sat down. Ever so slowly her hands began to move down towards her genital region, and she gently began to massage her vagina. "No reason in waiting for him to get here, I will start without him," she thought. She was beginning to get into it when she heard a noise at the door. The Commander was finally here! The Commander was a portly General in command of a small air base, his greying hair barely covering his head. He waddled over to the bed and began to touch Ai. She didn't know what he was saying, as she never bothered to learn English, but she knew what he wanted. She lay back on the bed and let the Commander ravage her with his hands and throbbing member. However, this was not enough to satisfy the Commander. He could get pussy like this from any whore, there was a reason why he chose the Japanese ones. He signalled for her to get in position, and Ai squirmed to get under his bulk. Her muffled cries alerted the Commander that she was ready. "Get ready for Fat Man, baby." The Commander chuckled, he never got tired of saying that. The war was over, but he still fought his own war every day. He began to grunt and sweat now, and there was an audible plop as a large mound of feces was now covering Ai's face. She began to lap it up, so as to not be smothered by the Commander's pugnant droppings. "Here comes Little Boy!" More laughter, The Commander was a real comedian. A second log splattered onto Ai's face. She was barely done devouring half of it when the Commander began to jam his erect penis into her mouth. Ai began to struggle, and the situation grew more and more uncomfortable. She had to put an end to this. Her hand slowly slid up to her hair bun, in which 3 hair pins were set. The Commander felt a sharp pain in his side, and then another. Then another, and again more pain. His eyes shot open to reveal Ai holding her hair pin stiletto dagger. The feces and blood covering her face could not hide the disgust she had in her eyes for him. Before he could utter even a scream, she stabbed him in the chest, and then the neck. He fell backwards, a spray of blood splattering onto Ai's nubile young breasts. She sighed and collapsed next to the corpse. She just laid there, breathing heavily and looking into the dead eyes of the Commander. She was contemplating stabbing him again for good measure when out of the corner of her eye she noticed he still held an erection. She began to get hot at the thought of having her way with him, like he had with her for so long. She got up and slowly lowered herself onto his penis. "It's still warm..." she thought. Ai began to bounce up and down on the penis, squirts of blood shooting up from the 6 holes in his body on each bounce. The guards outside heard the tell-tale sound of the mattress springs, and just laughed. They knew the Commander liked his women, after all he did have a prostitute sent over ever day. "Alright, call," said Private Johnson. "Full house," Private Newman replied. "Son of a bitch. New deal!" Jerkface fucked around with this message at 04:52 on Apr 18, 2002 |
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HELL, HERE I COME May 12 1944 This hiding spot is really neat but scary. There is another family hiding with us. They seem nice. May 13 1944 Anne said hi to me today. She is hiding with us. She is very pretty. May 21 1944 Anne and I talked a lot today. She is prettier than I thought. May 22 1944 What does this mean? Anne asked if we wanted to practice kissing. So I said sure and she kissed me. She used her tongue. That scared me. I ran away and she almost cried. May 29 1944 I was stupid back then. Tongues when kissing are great. June 3 1944 Anne and I have to be careful not to let anybody see us when we are kissing with tongues. Yesterday we were in a corner and kissing with tongues and she took my hand and put it on her shirt. I thought she wanted me to brush a fly off or something but she just let me keep it there. There was a bump underneath her shirt. That was nice. June 8 1944 Anne let me put my hand under her shirt and feel the bump there. There was another bump, too. She breathed pretty funny when I felt the bumps and after 20 minutes she thanked me. Then we ate some bread. My pants still feel funny. June 14 1944 Today I mentioned to Anne my pants felt funny. So she put her hand on my pants and felt around for a long time. Then she told me they felt fine to her. June 15 1944 I had the best dream last night. June 27 1944 I put my hand underneath Anne's skirt today. She was wheezing. She wet herself down there. I laughed at her and told her she was too little and shouldn't be wetting herself. She slapped me and ran away. July 18 1944 Anne finally spoke to me again today. That was nice. July 20 1944 I felt underneath Anne's skirt again and didn't joke about her wetting herself. She said it was supposed to be good when that happened. Then she felt my pants and I said that was good, too, when it happened. Then she put her hand in my pants and felt me down there and it was really good. July 25 1944 We think Anne is supposed to put my thing in her mouth. That's how they do it in Berlin, she says, in the cabarets. I think that would be nice. July 28 1944 Anne put my thing in her mouth today but didn't like it. I said maybe I'm supposed to put my thing in someplace else. Then I rubbed her under her skirt until she thanked me. August 8 1944 Anne has figured it out. I'm supposed to put my thing in her wet spot under her skirt. But there's never any time to do this. August 13 1944 Great news! Anne says tomorrow she thinks there'll be enough time for us to be alone and she promises she'll let me put it in her tomorrow. I cannot wait. It will be nice.
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Dear God, someone kill me. Please. Edited to fix my Italian grammar. -------- Dwight stared out the window of the airplane as it began its slow descent to the landing strip below. Perhaps, he thought, this could be the meeting to end it all. Hitler, Mussolini, and Churchill. Along with himself, the four men held the fate of the world in their hands. It was a lot of responsibility, more than most men could even imagine. It had been far too long since he had spent more than the briefest fleeting moments with Mamie. At this point, he wasn't even sure he wanted to anymore. The stress of the war to end all wars... it had changed him. The quickness of the landing, wheels gliding along the ground, brought him to an abrupt start. They had finally landed. He was, he was informed, the last to arrive. "OK, let's go!" he said to himself as he descended the steps leading to the cold, hard ground of northern Italy. Upon entering the nondescript building, he was searched rather roughly by two seperate groups of guards. He could only but assume that agents of his own country had done the same thing to the others. This was the last he would see of anyone else until after the meeting was complete. He was directed to a room which contained the other national leaders. The aura of dignity, intelligence, and most of all, power, permeated the room. The four of them were quickly led to a large door, which they entered together, eying one another cautiously behind an air of respect. Respect for what each other had managed to do with what they had, whether or not it was good or bad. He heard the click of the lock, knowing that it could only be opened from one side. The side he was standing on. He looked down the hallway, raising his chin slightly, and began walking with the others to the sound-proofed room at the end. They entered. "We need a resolution," Churchill began as they took their seats, the room barren apart from a table and chairs. "I agree, but just how do you suggest we go about it? We are working to unify the world. To achieve unity, we must all be under the rule of one, the rule of the strong" Adolf was actually even shorter in person. His lips were held firm after he spoke. "That's impossible. There's no chance we'll let you continue. The world cannot abide by a madman of your caliber." Hitler glared back at Dwight and replied "But it will, and, when events continue as planned, it shall happen sooner than you think." "Dammit! We didn't come here for petty arguing, we came here for a peaceful discussion, hopefully to bring this violence to an end." The room wasn't air conditioned, and Dwight was already beginning to sweat. He noticed the same thing with the other men. Unfortunately, the discussion grew even more heated. The temperature grew more and more scorching, it was only a matter of time until someone broke. "Vaffunculo!" Mussolini shouted as his fist arched toward Churchill's strong cheekbones. For a man of Churchill's age, he moved quickly. He ducked, and grabbed Benito's arm in one smooth motion. They looked each other in the eye for a long moment. Winston could feel the sweat on Benito's strong arms. He found it strangely arousing, in a way he had never felt before. It was power. The man was saturated with it. No woman could ever command as much power as the four men in this room. He let his hand wander down from Mussolini's arm. At first, the Italian looked startled and resistant. By the time Churchill's hand had reached his thigh, however, there was an entirely different response.  "Release him," Hitler cried. This time it was Dwight's turn for action. It was up to the Allies to make their advance. He stepped in front of the German and placed a hand on his shoulder. They looked deep into each others eyes. Eisenhower placed a hand on Adolf's shoulder and shook his head gently. He leaned in, hesitant at first, and then moved quicker.By that time, Mussolini and Churchill were removing their clothes, the heat, and the tension, having become unbearable. Mussolini stroked Churchill's head as the man "gave orders" down below. The American and the German were only moments behind. Mussolini, growing satisfied, gave a quiet grunt and turned around. Churchill spit on his hand and began work. It was a rough entry, but the invasion carried through. Mussolini, relaxing himself, leaned forward. "Spingilo più duramente!" he cried, holding onto the table, his knuckles turning white. He was a man who knew what he was capable of, and knew that he wanted it all. Churchill was only too happy to oblige. Not to be left out, the other two men came over, ready and anxious to join in. Eisenhower took a strategic position behind the Englishman and began offering support. Hitler, advancing from the rear, was last in the "chain of command", but didn't seem to mind at all. It was the strangest feeling to both penetrate and be penetrated at the same time. He began to see it all in terms of military strategy, attrition, giving something up in order to get the job done.  As the motion in front of Dwight increased, he increased as well. He felt a squeeze, and Hitler's tiny moustache brustling against his back. It was too much. It seemed like one synchronous motion among the three of them, an eternity in 30 seconds time, and it was all over.Only 20 minutes had passed, but all the men were exhausted. Benito lay on the floor next to Winston, continuing to stroke his hair. Dwight took a position next to them and looked at the ceiling. Things were definitely going to change in the world. He just knew it. --------
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Apr 18, 2002 05:08
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Wow, that's the best thing I've ever read.
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Apr 18, 2002 07:41
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Half of these got me aroused, the other half got me very aroused. Good work chaps. Fucknut
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Apr 18, 2002 08:03
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quote:Kampfy came out of the closet to say: MAN-BABIES!!!
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violently adopted by master of evil Scar Trek
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Too drat much mansex above! ------------------------------- Ch. 1  Rosie wiped the sweat from her brow. Her hulking arms ached from the effort of weilding the massive power tools needed to construct the finest armored vehicle America had ever produced. Each rivet driven in jolted her body with a sweet impact, resonating somewhere deep inside. It had been too long since Tommy Mead had left for boot camp. Now all his letters were about the fighting and his good fried Tony, somewhere in France. The lack of a man made her ache with need. Of course, her factory setting did nothing but feed her sexual inferno: the glistening, oily, pumping pistons and powerful machines surrounding her fed her imagination, making her dream of a piston of a different sort, though no less forceful. Finally overcome, Rosie crept away behind a storage locker to try to satisfy enough of her desires to return to work. She unbuttoned her jeans, and slid her hand slowly down, past her lacy underthings, to stroke gently at the core of her being. The sweet smell of her sex mingled with the pungent odor of her daily exertion, the heady aroma driving her onward to greater heights of ecstasy. Ch. 2  Jane was a young slip of a girl, fresh from a backwater Indiana town. Though young and not unduly strong, this farmer's daughter made an excellent factory assistant, fetching hardware and paperwork with equal ease. However, she too felt a burning need in her girlish loins, even if she was not so sure of her desires as Rosie. As she was walking across the assembly floor, a flash of movement caught her eye. She crept around piles of scrap and product to see better. She was shocked at what she saw. There was Rosie the Riveter, hips thrusting, balanced on one hand, lost in some secret inner fantasy, even from 4 yards, Jane's nose picked up the unmistakable odor of feminine arousal. The sight of those hulking, man-like arms filled her with a lust the likes of which she had never known - she knew just what the hollowness she felt really was, and just what to do about it. She brazenly strode up to the masturbating Rosie and demanded to see more clearly. Embarrased, the masculine-looking woman tried first to shy away, but the flush on this farmgirls cheeks and her shaking legs transmitted the girls arousal clearly. Moving further into the sheltered recess, Rosie obliged Jane's wish by removing her pants and shirt, giving the Hoosier a front-row view of her fingers twining under her panties. Jane couldn't resist the temptation to raise her skirt and reciprocate. This she did, and the two women frigged furiously for several moments, eyes locked on each other's womanhood. Finally unable to withstand the tension, Rosie grabbed the nearest round-handled tool, and demanded that the girl approach closer. Like a snake to the charmer, Jane did as requested, eyes locked on the phallic object in Rosie's hand. After a long, deep kiss, the first the lovers had shared, Rosie threaded the smooth length around the thick cotton panties covering Jane's honeypot, and deep into her thrusting loins. Sighing with pleasure, the girl sank to the floor, and let the strong-armed laborer above her work. Rosie, loins drenched in womanly fluids and sweat, eyed the long shaft disappearing into the tight snatch of this young farmgirl. She quicky swung her body over the slender girl and impaled herself on the free end of the steely rod. Hips thrusting together, the two women humped and kissed furiously as their passion mounted. Just as they were about to leap together off the cliff of bliss, the signal for the end of the shift sounded, thankfully masking their impassioned cries. Drying off and dressing, the new couple parted, to meet later for a recap. THE END (edit: pics) ... it seems they were not disposed to go lightly in their determined battering of the bellowing lad. They were pursuing the beating, not as a holiday, but as if it were their bread-and-butter labor, with an overseer who would examine their handiwork later and say, "I'd say the boy was well beaten. You get your day's pay, all right!" cheapshot fucked around with this message at 10:11 on Apr 18, 2002 |
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"...Welcome, I'm Adolph Hitler, Great Wolf and so forth," Adolph offered with a smirk, along with a handshake, and was almost delighted when the oceanic eyes lit up brightly and the flabby hand slipped into his own, and did not so much shake as caress. "Hermann Goering, a pleasure to meet you at last, mein; please, call me Hermes," said the young man, smiling. Hitler let go of Goering's hand with a touch of reluctance, and thought he detected the same hesitance in his guest. "You are a student of Nazism, then?" Adolph asked, and Goering nodded, replying, "Yes, I've studied Mein Kampf for some years now; it is my constant inspiration, I must admit." The Fuhrer smiled - "For years? How old are you, then?" - and was charmed by the answer. "Old enough to travel to Berlin to meet you." Hitler could have happily spoken with Goering for minutes, or hours more, but just then his assistant, a dour man, Alfred Rosenburg, came over to him, "Master, are we ready to begin?" Almost scowling, Adolph glanced at his pocket watch, and saw that it was, indeed, exactly eight in the evening, and time for his lecture to begin. Smiling to Goering, the dictator excused himself, saying, "Well, if you will have a seat, perhaps we may speak more, after." Goering's heart felt as if it skipped a beat, anticipating that, and he could not repress a grin. "I'd like that," he said, and hurried to take a seat in the next room, in the front of the few rows of chairs. Hitler followed him in, and stepped to the lectern, welcomed his audience, and began to speak. This time his address was on the importance of image in the application of Will, and he found his mind wandering, his eyes seeking out the beautiful man who sat listening to him so raptly. Adolph's speech did not falter, and as usual he spoke without notes, but he found that he needed to look down to the lectern a moment anyhow when he caught a 'G' consonant passing his lips and realized he had nearly substituted the word he intended, 'satisfaction', with his young guest's name. The desire to look back up at Goering though was one Adolph quickly heeded, spending the rest of the shorter-than-usual lesson with his eyes drilling into Hermann's; a brief eternity later, the lecture was over, and Hitler headed straight to Goering, a hand upon his shoulder, paternal, like a fond uncle perhaps. He said, "Well, now that I've enriched your education, what do you say to heading off to the Club for a drink or three?" Goering, who had been listening as much to the sound of Hitler's voice as to his words, allowing himself to fantasize about the time he might spend in this man's company, and simply falling into his deep gaze, shivered very slightly at the casual touch. He smiled up into Adolph's eyes. "I'd love to." He was delighted to find himself steered out with a gentle hand on his arm, past the two now ignored followers who sought their master's attention. *** "Oh!!! Mein Fuhrer!" Goering squealed in ectasty as Hitler thrust his twelve inches of quivering man-meat deep into the tubby fellow's rectum. His lord and master might only have one testicle, but he was all man. "Blitzkrieg me into orgasm!" The bedsprings creaked in protest under the weight of the two bodies, but they paid no mind, bent only on the conquest of each other. Hitler rocked faster and faster into his subordinate, enjoying the feeling of his prussian purple power rod penetrating the inner recesses of Goering's love bunker. Clothes were strewn all about the Berlin hotel room; Hermann's best dress cast aside, the Fuhrer's SS boxers hanging from a Jewskin lampshade. Sweat dripped from Goering's ample breasts, staining the already soiled mattress. "Oh! I'm coming!" I'm coming!!" Hitler screamed, jerking in and out faster and faster. "I...I..." ..."MEIN GOTT!!" Goering yelped, ejaculating onto the bed, the excitement of being dominated by his god sending him into the final solution... "...Oooooh Churchill!" Hitler finally exclaimed, orgasming into the flabby mass of sweat underneath him. "WHAT?!!!" Before the words had barely escaped Hitler's lips, Goering was off the mattress and on his feet, looking at his lover in horror. "You BITCH!! You were thinking about that British slut Winston Churchill the entire time, weren't you?!! Weren't you?!!" "No no Hermes!! I...I can explain!! Honestly, it-" "Save your excuses for someone more foolish, mein fuhrer" Hermann stated coldly. "If my fine German anus isn't good enough for you, then so be it!!" He grabbed his evening dress and jerked it on in a fury, eyes brimming with mingled hate and sorrow. "But Hermann..." "No more of your lies, Adolph. We may work together, but from now on that is all we shall do. Good day, Herr Hitler." And with that, Hermann Goering threw his cape around his shoulders and walked out of the hotel room, leaving Hitler to sob alone in the dark. He would never love another man again. --- I'm sorry for that. Honestly, I am. And for the record, the first half was taken from an Aliester Crowley slash-fic I sadly stumbled upon at ff.net. The only thing changed was the names.
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I love you and want to have your manbabies.
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Needs more hot wolfenstein chick
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Apr 18, 2002 14:03
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The only thing I have to contribute is a picture.
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Apr 18, 2002 14:13
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This thread has inflamed my Allied desire.
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quote:THE END
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I anxiously await Lovecraftian Journal's input... Only then, and only then, will this thread get 5 bars of gold.
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This reminds me of the Alexander Graham Bell slash I was planning to write not long ago. "Watson, come here! I need you!" "...Oh SIR! You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words! UNF UNF UNF."
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God bless him and all that, but I don't need no drat Lovecraftian Journal to know Gold when I see it. Nice Anne Frank erotic fanfic BWAAHHAHA I can't believe I just typed those four words in a row.
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