CB-112 Nazi Torment
Nazi Torment
Combat Books
CB-112
Anonymous
$3.95
Introduction
The tall, burly Nazi began to unbuckle his belt. He drew the thick leather thong from around his waist and gripped it tightly in his hand. He twirled the Captain around again, exposing his lacerated buns. His eyes gleaming, Helmut swung back his arm and brought the leather belt down with a resounding slapping sound, leaving a long red mark on Justin’s smarting buttocks.
“Stop, please stop!” Justin screamed. But there was no doubt that his hardening pole wanted more!
foreword “Stop! You’re—You’re killing me! STOP! AIEEEEEE!” Captain Justin Dermont screamed as the hulking Nazi brute slammed eleven and a half inches of steely manmeat into the American pilot’s outrageously stretched asshole.
The handsome blond aviator had his arms trussed securely behind his back as he hunched over on his knees in the dimly lit barn, his face pressed against the damp hay.
He shuddered and sobbed each time Fritz pounded into him, driving the bulging truncheon deep into the American’s bowels.
“Very good, Fritz! Fuck him hard!” Baron von Bremer’s voice rang out near by.
The evil Nazi Kommandant was busy with Pierre, Justin’s French friend.
Soon, Pierre’s screams pierced the air as he felt the cruel Nazi commander’s entire fist slide inside his tormented ass, and Helmut von Bremer gave a low chuckle of evil pleasure, his penis twitching hotly as he worked his arm back and forth, driving it deeper and deeper into the wailing French youth’s hot, silky colon.
Justin’s mind whirled, and through the miasma of tears and pain, he felt, to his horror, a sudden surge of dark, bestial pleasure begin to consume him. His penis had sprung to attention, and he was responding unwittingly to the brutal fucking of the hulking Nazi rapist who was grunting like a bull as he plowed into him. My God! Justin said to himself in revulsion, I am becoming aroused by these filthy Nazi tormentors!
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