"Fuck you," she whispers, but there's no real venom in her words as she straddles your hips. She grips your cock with one hand, guiding it toward her aching entrance, and then sinks down onto it with a moan of pleasure. Her breasts swing freely as she rides you, her hips moving in a familiar rhythm that tells you she's enjoying this far more than she should.

"Fuck me harder,"

She digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back as you slam into her with brutal force. Her body trembles with each powerful stroke, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears climax yet again. You can feel the tight grip of her pussy around your cock, milking you for everything you're worth as she rides you into oblivion.

Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, and she screams your name as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Blood trickles down the insides of her thighs, mixing with sweat and semen as she struggles to comprehend what's happening to her. Her body is torn apart by your brutal assault, and all she can do is endure the pain and hope that it will soon be over.

You grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back roughly, exposing her neck. With your free hand, you roughly pinch one of her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out in agony.

You continue to fuck her ass and torment her body, taking what you want without mercy or restraint. Her pleas for release grow more desperate, but they only serve to fuel your lust. With each powerful thrust, you feel a new sense of power and control over this defeated woman beneath you.

Finally, as your orgasm washes over you, you let out a grunt and spurt your hot seed deep inside her ass. Your hips buck wildly as you empty yourself, filling her with your cum.

As my orgasm builds, I grip her hips tightly and thrust harder than ever before. "Take it all!" I growl. "Take every inch of me!" Her cries of pleasure-pain mingle with mine as we reach the peak together, our bodies writhing and straining against each other as we both spend themselves.

Panting heavily, I collapse on top of her, my chest heaving as I stare down into her tear-streaked face. "See," I hiss venomously, "

"This is what you really are. A dirty little slut who can't help but want it." I roll off of her, disgusted by my own lust and the satisfaction it brings me. Her body lies limp beneath mine, tears streaming down her face as she tries to catch her breath. "Get cleaned up," I growl before leaving the room.

Alone with her shame, the ex-Nazi general weeps silently into the pillow, knowing that nothing will ever be the same again.