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FEMALE PRISONER OF THE NAZIS
(Kim Hardwick)

Even in the bitter Belgium cold, the possibility of being shot by this tall, physically attractive Nazi and or, if stories circulating among the nurses had merit to them, being ganged raped by sex starved units of the 'Master Race', as queer as it may seem, only served to further arouse my womanly curiosity and keep me warm.  Would my Yankee womanhood, used to the honest, and democratic loving fingers and cocks of red blooded Americans, find joys in tasting of the 'forbidden fruit?'  Would these Nazis treat me and Brenda under the Geneva Convention or as common Berlin whores worthy only of satiating their lust?   

These SS grenadiers (I was to find out that's what they called their infantry) knew only one way to fight.  Step on the gas pedal and go full throttle.  Overwhelm anything that stands in their way, including two sexually deprived and aroused (at least, I was) American women.  The image in my mind's eye of these 'Supermen taking my womanhood, being used to conquering all that stood in their way, taking advantage of a defenseless woman such as myself and Brenda made me weak in the knees.  The thought of Brenda and I being forced to remove our undies so as to aid in the breeding of little 'storm troopers' moistened said panties.  Yes, I decided, I truly did want them to have their way with me.  If only to weaken them before fighting out troops.

All of a sudden, even while walking to my fate, a light bulb popped up just like in the funnies and cartoons.  Why not weaken these sexy Huns with my body?  My medical knowledge combined with my almost insatiable urge to have a cock in me, should give this plan a reasonable chance of success.  The idea had merit.  Fuck these goose stepping Nazis before the night of a battle so as to weaken them and help our boys lick them.  Excellent!  Now, the key is surviving my meeting with the head Nazi.