Chapter 1 - Attack!


 The weather report had been wrong yet again.

 Selvaria gave the orders to needle her troops through the forest and catch the enemy army unprepared. She would take them from the flank while the main army prepared for a frontal assault. But instead of the clear sky and warm weather they were guaranteed, the sky was dark and thundering and the chill winds blasted through the forest gloom. It was already raining behind them, and by the way the army dogs sniffed the air, it was only a matter of time until the rainstorm caught up to them.

“Should we stop and wait?” Esdeath asked.

 Selvaria glanced at the SS assault leader at her side. Despite the darkness, the skull on her cap still gleamed. “There’s not much to stop for now,” Selvaria explained. “Weathering a storm in a forest is not a good idea. We either make haste and move forwards or retreat through the rain back to shelter.” 

“How far can we be from them now? An hour?”

 Selvaria considered their position thoughtfully. “Less at a steady pace. But we want to take them unawares.” 

 Lightning crackled above and smote a place not far from where they stood. In the darkness, they could hear the scared shouts of men. Esdeath clicked her tongue and turned to her aide. “Tell them to keep it down!” she ordered in a low voice.

“See if any of them are hurt,” Selvaria added. 

 As the aide went away, Esdeath whispered, “Does lightning kill you?”

“I don’t know. Getting struck by lightning wasn’t anything I ever planned for.” 

 Esdeath smirked and tapped the SS insignia on her lapels. “We are the Führer’s lightning.” 

 They proceeded at a steady pace through the abysmal gloom and their advance was followed by the patter of rain. It intensified as they kept going, and by the time the reports came that they reached the edge of the forest, Selvaria could barely hear what was being said due to the steady drum of rainfall over the visor of her cap and the booming thunder.

 It’s now or never, she thought, presuming the enemy would wait for them unprepared. 

“Tell th-” 

 The blast from the tank was loud enough that she could hear it over everything else. In the brief seconds that Selvaria froze in place wondering what just happened, shrieks could be heard in the distance followed by gunfire. 

“We’re under attack!” Esdeath yelled. “Fall back!” 

 No, Selvaria thought, we’ll get decimated. If they were already attacking them then the enemy must have gotten intelligence on their offensive. 

 But the troops around her were rallied to charge and there was no option but to proceed. Selvaria raised her gloved hand high and motioned to move forwards. “Fire at will!” 

 Esdeath remained at her side as they moved, but they barely made it a dozen feet when they heard the sound of planes overhead. Selvaria grabbed Esdeath just in time and pinned her down for cover as everything as trees and men were torn to shreds all around them. 

“Flying in this weather? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Esdeath snapped, glaring up at the sky. 

 Selvaria realized there was a man right next to her torn from the bottom down. It was a miracle that she and Esdeath survived at all. “Shhh,” she said, gently stroking his face as he died. “Your sacrifice will be remembered, brother. Go in peace.” 

 It was but a momentary fragment of sad peace in the otherwise chaotic surroundings. There wasn’t even time to get up and inspect the others. Men were retreating now and shooting at the same time, running from the troops advancing. 

 One was shot in the head and fell right next to her yet again, killed instantly. Selvaria watched him bleakly and heard the bullets whizzing past her head. This is my fault.

 Esdeath withdrew her blade. “Commander, go back. Retreat with the troops, I’ll give these subhuman scum the treatment they’re begging for.” 

 The assault leader barely finished her sentence when she was shot in the thigh and crumpled. “Fuck!” she screamed. 

 Everyone else was deserting.

“Run!” Esdeath yelled at Selvaria, pulling out her gun. “Get the hell out of here!” 

 Selvaria reacted without a second thought. She dragged Esdeath behind a tree and threw out some grenades, then threw the assault leader over her shoulder and made a run for it. 

“Commander, drop me!” Esdeath yelled. “Drop me and save yourself, you stupid bitch!” 

“No,” Selvaria said stubbornly.

 Still clutching her gun, Esdeath pushed it against her lower back. “Drop me, you asshole! Why are all you army bitches so fucking eager to die?!” 

 Selvaria knew she would not shoot and never once doubted that. It was true, many in the army were belligerent and eager for combat compared to the restrained SS troops that preferred to torture and kill civilians once the battle concluded. But while Esdeath shared their obsession with purifying the race, she was certainly no coward, and had won not only Selvaria’s trust but affection.

“You’re so goddamned stupid…” Esdeath said in a defeated voice, sounding crestfallen. 

“You unsheathed your sword to fight them.” 

 A grim chuckle. “Bullets are too valuable to waste on lower races.” 

 As the troops retreated east from the way they came, Selvaria ran south, hoping only a few would follow. She was proven correct, as once they reached a clearing, she glanced back and saw only a couple of them still following. She dropped Esdeath as soon as they were safe behind the cover of a tree, then checked her rifle and focused on their running footsteps barely audible compared to the thunder above. 

 As they got near, Selvaria came out of cover and shot one right in the face. His head exploded and bits and pieces of it hit the other two, who were momentarily dazed. Unflinching, she shot each before they responded. A fourth noticed what was happening and was turning back. Selvaria aimed her rifle and shot him in the back. She lowered her rifle and saw Esdeath moving towards him with a limp.

 Esdeath took out her knife and went after him as the storm battered her. He was trying to crawl away on his belly and turned only as she was ready to pounce on him, raising his arms for mercy. “Please, I d-”

 She slit his throat without mercy and smiled down at him as the hot blood gushed over her hand, making sure she was the last thing he saw. “Your family will get it, too, soon enough, scum.” 

 She went back to the commander who stared at her disapprovingly. “What?”

“You’re wounded,” said Selvaria.

“I can walk just fine.”

“That adrenaline rush will run out soon enough. We need to find shelter and a place to patch you up.”

 Esdeath shook her head and limped forwards. “Just keep moving. I’ll be fine.” 

 The two women walked in silence, knowing this may have been the last night they had on this earth. Selvaria made sure to have several bullets ready in her pistol in case they became surrounded. It was better that they killed themselves before they fell in the hands of the enemy. Whether they would be gangraped or just executed made little difference. Either way, they would have failed the Fatherland.

 To their surprise, they came out of the forest and saw no army waiting for them. It was just an open field of tall grasses whipped around violently by the storm. It sloped downwards towards a river, and there they could see a farm. 

 The lights were on.

“Oh my,” said Esdeath. “What good fortune.”

“Let’s be careful,” said Selvaria. “It might be full of troops.”

 Though now that they spotted a safe haven, they suddenly became aware of how chilly it was and how uncomfortably drenched their clothes were.

 Esdeath stopped as they came near and put a hand on Selvaria’s chest. “Let me go first.” 

“Why?” 

“Because if they spot us, I’m a goner anyway. You can’t keep carrying me and I’m bleeding.” 

 Selvaria wanted to be the one to go anyway, but her reasoning was correct. She acknowledged her decision with a nod and watched Esdeath go. She furtively made her way down towards the farm and looked inside, then came back up again grinning. “You won’t believe this.”

“What?”

“There’s a nigger inside there.” 

 Selvaria tensed as soon as she heard the word. The SS considered just about anyone born past the borders of the Fatherland to be lesser races, but niggers were one type of people she was raised to fear since she was a little girl. Brutes that were above any scientific inferiority, demonstrably dangerous. Her mother told her just how violent they could be in their dark continent.

“All the way out here? You’re sure?” the commander said, her voice trembling slightly.

 Esdeath noticed and remained firm. “Yes. Unless he painted himself black, I’m certain. Who knows what brings him here. I guess we’ll find out. Commander, don’t tell me you’re scared of an old-fashioned nigger.”

“Of course not.”

“Good. Because from what I can tell he’s alone. So we’re going to have some fun with him. Come on. I’ll distract him and you tie him up. Try not to hurt him at all.” Esdeath licked her lips as her thoughts turned inwards.

 Selvaria had nothing to restrain him with but found some rope in the empty barn. They could have easily hidden there, but there was no way she could convince Esdeath to leave without the kill. 

 So she took the rope and crouched beside the door as Esdeath knocked furiously. “Open up! Open the hell up!” 

 The farmer heard the commotion and exited with a gun in hand. “Who’s there? Who are you?”

 He had no time to answer as Selvaria jumped him from behind and buried a knee in his back that knocked the wind from him. In the blink of an eye, his arms were tied with the ready knot. He was bigger than they were, but he was also older and appeared untrained for combat. 

 As he wiggled around trying to get away, Esdeath grabbed his gun, tossed it into the house, then lifted him up with Selvaria and brought him inside. 

“What’s the meaning of this? Who are you people? Are you N-Nazis?” he stammered. “I’m not with the army. I’m just a civilian. I swear.” 

 The two put him down on the chair and tied him to it, then gagged his mouth. Esdeath grinned and slapped his face playfully. “You’re a nigger. That’s worse.” 

 They went into the kitchen to patch up the wound and Selvaria noticed it was deeper and worse than it looked. “You’ll need a few days to heal. At least.” 

 Esdeath grimaced as Selvaria cleaned up the blood and bandaged her up. Then she looked out the door frame. “While we’re here, I’m going to have some fun with that nigger.”

“You should relax, we might need him. Imagine some soldiers come knocking. What then?”

“We’ll just wear his clothes. I can pass myself off as a farmer.”

 Selvaria remained doubtful. “Just leave him alive at least for tonight. You can plan more for tomorrow.” 

 Esdeath rose from the chair feeling a little better. Her strength was coming back to her already. Or maybe that was just the bloodlust of the kill to come. 

 Nothing in life made her as pleased as purifying the earth from filth. Until not very long ago she would even count them out and mark them in her diary, but she gave up when the numbers got too crazy. Plus, it was difficult to say how many among the enemy were truly of a lesser race and how many were just race traitors on the wrong side.

 But with this nigger, there could be no doubt. And though Esdeath read about them extensively, it was really the first time she came face to face with one in real life. Though the man had done nothing to her at all, her only thought now was how best to make him suffer and what part of him would make the best grisly trophy for her room back home. 

 As she entered the main room and saw him tied up there, there was no doubt in her mind she was looking at a beast. His skin was so dark that she could barely make out the features of his face, and his entire body bulged with muscle despite him only being a farmer. No matter how much physical training the boys at home got, this ape could probably crack their heads at a moment’s notice. 

 As she stood there, the bound black farmer looked up at her with terror in his eyes, mouth gagged.

“What’s the matter, nigger?” asked Esdeath with a grin. “Scared?” 

 Esdeath sashayed over to him, making sure he could get a good look at her voluptuous breeding figure. “I can only imagine what you’d do to me if you were free. I bet you would love to rape me and choke me to death, isn’t that right?” 

 His eyes gaped and he shook his head violently against that idea.

 Esdeath wanted to see anger out of him and it annoyed her that he was acting like such a coward. “Don’t lie to me, nigger!” she snapped. “I know what you are. I know that’s what you want.” 

 Selvaria came to make sure Esdeath did not go too far and leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed. The storm outside was still going and she wondered if any of her men made it back alive or if they were doomed. If her contacts back in the capital were to be trusted, things were getting worse month by month. Are we going to lose this war? Selvaria could not imagine a life after that. It would be better to die bravely in battle than to kill herself at a later date.

 Esdeath straightened her back and unbuttoned the top of her SS uniform. Her bosom was held so tightly by the fabric that it seemed to burst out the moment the strain that held it back disappeared. She unbuttoned just enough that he could see the creamy white upper peaks of her tits in their full glory and stopped at her nipples. Esdeath traced her fingers gently down between the hot flesh of her cleavage. “Is this what you want, nigger?” 

 He closed his eyes and shook his head again. Esdeath took the knife out and put it under his throat and made him look at her. As their eyes locked, she brought her chest right into his view so that his eyes were only an inch away from the luscious cowtits. Had he been able to stick his tongue out, they were close enough that he could lick them.

 Esdeath noticed that he did not look away now. “You like them? These aren’t meant for your kind, nigger. They’re waiting for a proper man that will breed me and replenish the Reich with strong babies. Babies that will kill your babies, I promise.” 

 She traced the tip of the knife from his neck up his strong chin and prominent cheekbones and stopped right under his eye. “Do you want to lose the left or right first?”

“I told you to take it easy,” said Selvaria.

 Esdeath clicked her tongue in frustration. “Can’t a girl have some fun?” 

 Technically, Selveria was not her direct superior. No matter what her army rank, how conquered civilians that were deemed subhumans were to be treated was the exclusive domain of the SS. But since her butt was saved by Selvaria, Esdeath did not feel like getting into a fight.

 She sheathed the knife back in her thigh strap. Then she slapped the farmer with all her might. Since his face bounced back immediately, she followed up the slap with a couple more, then grabbed him by the hair forcefully as his eyes ogled the depths of her cleavage. 

 Esdeath put her hands on her knees and leaned forwards, replacing her chest with her face and cold eyes. “What are you looking at, nigger? Tell me.” 

 As the gravitational weight of her heaving chest pulled her forwards, Esdeath braced herself against him. When she made the smallest movement to switch her positioning, a pain shot through her from the wounded thigh downward and she lost balance entirely, gripping the legs of the farmer to keep from falling. 

 She blushed with embarrassment but remained stern and hateful. But as her fingers were extending above his knee, she could tell that one was swollen and throbbing, quite unlike the other. 

 Esdeath either missed the bulge in his pants before in the mad rush to tie him up, or this was a new development. As the blood rushed up to her head, she gulped and thoughtfully tried to consider what that could be. There was no way that it could be a dick. No one had a shaft that reached all the way down to their knee like this. So either he was wounded and deformed in some way or…

 Selvaria noticed the sudden shift in Esdeath’s attitude. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure…” said Esdeath, almost stammering with how intense she felt. She grabbed her knife again and cut the ropes at his legs.

“What are you doing!?” Selvaria snapped, finally coming towards her.

“Wait!” said Esdeath. “I just need to see something.” 

 She knelt before the black farmer and cut a hole at his thigh, then ripped the pants wide open. He wore no underwear. 

 Esdeath was greeted by a slightly curved and pulsating big black cock. The entire shaft was gnarled and powerful, thick, with branching veins that throbbed and a dripping head that was so hard it had emerged almost entirely past the foreskin. 

 Esdeath was no stranger to men’s cocks, even if she did not sleep with any of them. The memory of stumbling on soldiers washing from afar and seeing their little white cocks dangling like a boneless thumb was hilarious. There was only one time a guy offered himself to her, and Esdeath could remember the big cock and how amazing it looked. 

 But compared to this one, it wasn’t even a third in size. Maybe not even a quarter. And unlike that purple head that made the whole thing look gruesome, this one was as black as the shaft and the rest of his body. Like the dark chocolate Esdeath treated herself with on the darkest days.

 It was excruciating to come to terms with what she was seeing. All the texts she read to educate herself were quite clear that niggers were inferior and genetically closer to apes than humans. The natural assumption to make was that their dicks would also be pathetically small as they were on gorillas and not this extraordinary size...

 Right now, she could do nothing but stare at it in awe. “What the hell…” was her only numb response to the sight before her.

 From her angle, Selvaria could only see Esdeath’s back blocking everything out. “What is happening?”

“You need to come and see this,” stated Esdeath with a trembling voice.

 Selvaria approached but stopped in her tracks as soon as she spotted the BBC from afar. “What is that thing?” she blurted.

 Esdeath no longer seemed to be paying attention to her words or to anything else around them. Her hands moved forwards and went under the monstrous cock, lifting it up in amazement as if she were dreaming. 

 Selvaria blinked again, wondering if this was just a result of the immense strain and pressure they were under. But no, it did appear like that thing was real. And Esdeath was holding it in her hands as gently as if it were a child…

 How can this be? Her entire life she had been told that other races simply could not compete with Aryan blood. That it was the violence and sheer power of Germanic blood, even if it did not match the cunning of other races, that purified them and made them the best. 

 Of course, the size of a cock did not matter. At least, it shouldn’t have mattered. Why would it!? But something inside of her was drawn to it on a primordial level. It was no different than hearing stories from ages past that she did not partake in herself. Her interest was unbidden and came instinctively...

 The commander suddenly felt very hot. She fixed her hair and cracked her fingers, then stepped forwards and removed the gag from the farmer’s mouth. “What is that?” she demanded to know.

 The farmer looked up, confused. “What?” he said in English.

 Selvaria realized that all this time they had spoken to him in German, and he appeared not to know a word of it. “Wat is das ting?” she asked again in a thickly accented English, pointing down to his crotch.

 The farmer swallowed painfully. His lips were parched and his eyes were terrified. “It’s my p-penis, ma’am.” 

“How the fuck is it so big?” Esdeath suddenly exclaimed, looking up to Selvaria for answers. “Look at this thing. He’s bigger than a fucking horse! How?”

 Selvaria could think of no answers. Just looking down at the meaty nigger shaft and the tender way Esdeath’s dainty white hands held it filled her with disgust. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and she could feel tingles all over.

“I think we should kill him,” she said.

“Kill him? Now?” Esdeath did not seem enthused. There seemed to be a real danger that coming in contact with the nigger was corrupting her. 

 The farmer tried to follow their words in German. “Ma’am? Can I help?”

 Selvaria felt like both she and her companion were losing confidence in this strange nigger’s eyes. Baffled by the whole thing, she unholstered her pistol and clubbed the side of his face with it. “Stille, Neger! Wir sind diejenigen die Fragen stellen. Why is it so big?”

 Rather than getting upset at the blow, he appeared amused by her extreme consternation. “I don’t know, ma’am. God just made me this way.”

“God did not make you. The devil did,” she said to herself.

“Ma’am, have you never seen a black man before?” 

 Selvaria almost said no; but then she thought better of it and pistol-whipped him again, three times in succession. “I said silence!” 

 The two women were both losing it and neither one of them could pull the other back from the brink. 

 As she knelt before him with his big black cock in her hands, Esdeath was overcome with a feeling of inferiority and powerlessness. The shaft was so big that she could only imagine how it would ravage and destroy most of the women in the ranks and those back home. The weaker ones would likely die in the process. This ape would kill off the genetic waste and the strongest would breed with him. 

 Esdeath did not want to admit that this was a trait that would guarantee the strength and superiority of his race, but it was difficult to disagree with the science she was taught. Humans were only animals, no better than dogs. And some dog breeds were just better than others. Smarter, stronger, healthier, and long-lived, with no downsides. Pure superiority. 

 It was what Esdeath thought she was fighting for. The superior race. But this nigger was making her question that superiority at least in one area. As her hands traced along the big black cock she understood just how powerful it was. I’m an officer of the SS, she reminded herself. No one better understood than her the importance of racial purity. And yet right now she could have taken her hands off the heated, steely flesh of his shaft even at gunpoint. 

“Esdeath,” she could hear Selvaria say. “Take your hands away from him. Do you understand what you’re doing?” 

“Shut up!” Esdeath snapped back at her. “This is SS-level business!” 

 Not only did she keep her hands on the mighty black cock, but she lifted the shaft to get a look at the stud’s balls. As she suspected, they were immense in size, a sack that could have inseminated an entire small town in a day and be ready for more. Just imagine what damage a few of these could do on the Fatherland, she thought. 

 All they have to do is drop a few of these in the Reich while the men are out here fighting with us. The women won’t be able to protect themselves. And most of them will be overpowered and taken. The niggerseed will flow through their wombs and take root long before any of the men come back from the front.

 Most of them will probably enjoy it, too, Esdeath worried. The women of the Reich knew how important it was to breed strong men for the future generation, and strength was always emphasized. Though this nigger could never be mistaken for a German, the powerful cock would certainly appeal to the simple Aryan villager that just wanted to spread her legs and do her duty. 

 We have to stop this… Esdeath thought, licking her lips as she saw the lamplight reflect across the gleaming cock. The SS will have to take a few of them in and study them. Or perhaps we should just unleash one of them on a single village and see its effects. We can start with the Poles and see how their women react and finally try it on proper Aryans… 

 A wicked excitement spread through her as she considered the experiment.

 The farmer, for his part, was very amused by the whole thing. “I thought you Nazis were all about superior genes and the master race. But you never knew black men had much bigger dicks?” 

 Selvaria thought of hitting him but she only grimaced. If they were all this big, that was a problem. She could think back on the few guys that were lucky enough to get close to her and they were nowhere near his size - children by comparison. Is this really how it is? Why does nobody talk about this?

 Sensing the disturbance in her, the farmer grinned joyously. “You know you can try it. If you’re going to kill me anyway.”

“Be quiet…” said Selvaria, but her words were an inaudible whisper. Her eyes were glued to his BBC and she wondered what Esdeath was feeling while touching it. What would it be like to hold a cock that big? Either way, she would not leave this place without at least groping it with her own fingers. She would wait for an opportunity to do it alone, and if there was any indication that Esdeath would betray her by spreading word of what happened or what these niggers were truly like, she would execute her to protect the Fatherland. 

 As if getting a preternatural sense of her thoughts, Esdeath raised her head and locked eyes with her. “He’s not wrong,” she said. “No one will know what happens here today.”

 Selvaria agreed, but the proud part of her wanted to keep up appearances. “What are you saying, you traitor?”

“I’m not a traitor. But trying it would give me a good sense of it. Then I’ll harvest it after we’re done with him and take it back home for study.” 

 The statement was made matter-of-factly, like a doctor giving a clinical diagnostic. But Selvaria could see the shine in her eyes and saw the way her breasts rose and fell with great excitement. 

 Esdeath switched her entire attention to the BBC. She gripped the shaft with both hands and stroked it methodically. As she jerked it she watched the thick precum dripping from his head and wanted nothing more than to taste it, and a little bit actually dripped onto the back of her hand. She furtively licked it up, her mouth exploding with the flavor of the monster cock. It tastes so good, she thought, feeling the unbearable heat building up inside of her. 

 It’s my duty as an SS officer to understand the threats we’re dealing with, Esdeath reminded herself, trying to not feel too bad about the whole thing. She couldn't begin to imagine what her father or sweetheart back home would’ve said if they saw her doing such a thing. Father, I’m opening my mouth for a nigger cock~

 The strokes intensified under Selvaria’s passive gaze. “I’m trying to make him come,” said Esdeath. “To collect a sample. But I may have to take extra measures.”

 Selvaria bit her lip and lustfully traced along the bulging veins of the shaft with her eyes. All the blood must have been drained from the rest of his body to bring that monster cock to life. No wonder their brains suffered as a result from evolution. Everything went into those magnificent shafts....  “Do you need my help?” 

 Esdeath brought her mouth to the side of the shaft and gave it a kiss. “Let me see.” Her tongue rolled across the gnarled surface of the shaft as the farmer chuckled. She blushed, knowing how humiliating it was for a member of the SS to be worshiping a nigger dick in this way while he was alive to watch it happen. But she could not stop. Not when it felt this good. 

 Sucking on a white dick would’ve been an act of love and duty. There was no love in this. Running her soft Aryan lips over the gnarled niggercock was not an act of the heart or one celebrated by poetry. But it was one that all her genes were awakening to demand of her to do. It’s crazy how the taste of it is making me feel~

 What started as a handjob turned into a full blown blowjob as Esdeath lapped up the precum oozing down the shaft till she made it all the way up to the head. She slurped the flowing seed greedily and then connected her lips to the hole. She kissed it and brought the massive monster into her mouth, forcing her jaw wide open and stretching her lips around it till they were at the tearing point. 

 This entire time she hadn’t looked up at the farmer, but now she instinctively gazed up at him with her mouth full of BBC, trembling as his black eyes bore into her. She bathed the head with her hot drool and then lovingly caressed the throbbing head with the tip of her tongue, pleased to see him smile. The nigger likes it...

 Selvaria wondered with jealousy what the other woman was tasting. She better not suck it all out. Though she could have easily joined in, the last barrier of resistance keeping her composure intact held. 

 But then Esdeath took it out of her mouth and gasped for air, breathlessly holding the powerful BBC in her hands as the glimmering drool connected her lips to the violently thrumming head. 

 A flash of lightning caught the attention of all three for a split second. Then Esdeath looked over at Selvaria. “He’s not coming yet. They’re resistant.” 

 Selvaria blushed. “I can see that.”

“Would you like to help me, commander? Please?” 

 That was the end of her self-control. Selvaria knew it as soon as the words were said and a relief washed over her - she dropped to her knees almost instantaneously. She joined in next to Esdeath and moved her hands in amazement over the dripping cock. Her tongue stroked the head as Esdeath giggled, then she took it in and sucked it hard, desperate to get some of that thick hot seed in her tummy.

“How have you not come yet?” Esdeath asked in English, looking up at the farmer. “You dumb nigger. I’ll make you come.” 

“You go on ahead, ma’am,” he said confidently. 

 Selvaria took the cock out of her mouth and closed her eyes as she left her lips against it. She pressed the whole thing against her face and was so overtaken by desire that she just wanted to cuddle with the big black cock and give it all of her love forever.

 Maybe we could keep these niggers around, she thought with glee. This one was captured by two women, so what could the real threat be? The Americans already used them on their farms, so maybe they had a point. Rumors were that their women used them too - those American women had quite good taste, it seemed. They could keep the German women happy and gossiping, doing all the work that needs doing while the war rages on...

 Esdeath stood up and began to unbutton, locking eyes with the farmer as she did so. Selvaria smirked. “Have you ever seen a German woman naked?”  

 The farmer shrugged. “Can’t be anything special.” 

 The commander threw aside the top part of her uniform and then undid her bra, letting the immense white breasts spill forward, heaving pendulously from her nimble torso. She sank her hands into each from below and lifted them up to present them to him. “These aren’t special?”

 The farmer shook his head. “Depends what you can do with them.” 

 Esdeath thought she was going too far before, but it was clear the commander was going to slut it up completely for this nigger. Well, nobody will know, she told herself again. Then she stood up and also took off her top, then raised her skirt just enough to give him a glimpse of her tight panties and the cameltoe they showed off. 

 This wasn’t any kind of behavior she had ever practiced with a white man of her station or would have even considered doing. But this was only a nigger. What was the harm of teasing him with her body like this? He likes it and nobody will ever have to know~ It’s no different than undressing in front of a dog. 

“You Nazis are so pathetic,” said the farmer. “You can’t even get me to come.” 

 Selvaria dropped back to her knees and put her tits around his dick. “I’m going to teach this nigger a lesson.” Her tits were big enough that most cocks she tried this on were just lost in the sea of flesh between them. But the big black cock proved superior yet again as it stuck past them with not only the proud head but several inches. 

 Selvaria held her pillowy tits and began to move up and down. She spit down on the cock and lubricated it as she gave him the tightest titfuck he could have ever imagined. A superior one from a proud Nazi.

 Esdeath got up behind him and rubbed her breasts over his head. “We fucking hate you niggers.” The words were harsh, but they were almost sounding loving now. Desperate. High-pitched and weak. As if she were about to come. “We hate you so fucking much.” 

 Selvaria was doing her best but he still wasn’t coming, just grinning down at her like a freak. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said. “Release me and I’ll teach you.”

“Fuck you, nigger,” said Selvaria with a smile of her own. “I’ll take every last drop of your cum.”

 Esdeath came around and got down next to her commander. The two women pushed their huge tits against each other and massaged the cock between them, exerting as much power as they could. 

 At last, the farmer tilted his head back and groaned. “Jesus, that’s tight.” 

“Show this nigger what’s what,” said Esdeath. 

 She squeezed her tits so hard that it hurt and she could tell that Selvaria was doing the same. Between them, every inch of the BBC was getting pumped and massaged, and finally covered the entire way as both set of breasts were slapping audibly against each other to satisfy it. 

 Both of them could feel the intense tremors passing through his dick as he came and pumped him even harder. They gathered their breasts together and lapped at the head, giggling as the first rope of jizz struck them in the face.

 The farmer roared like a wild bull as his seed painted the faces of the Nazis kneeling submissively before him. Once it was done, there was a pool of cum formed between their cleavages. Both Esdeath and Selvaria were careful to preserve it as they took their tits away and then sank their faces into their cleavage, licking it all up happily. 

“It’s so good!” said Esdeath. “Nigger cum tastes so fucking good. Who could’ve known?”

 The farmer, barely understanding a word, just grinned. “You like it, huh?”

 Esdeath loved to see that he was still hard despite what they just did to him. The BBC still towered above her and throbbed with genocidal potency, looking almost bigger and harder now than it did before. What the fuck is this? Her amazement was profound and genuine. 

 Selvaria spotted some leftover cum dripping from Esdeath’s underboob and crawled to get it, kissing and licking everything until it was all gone. 

 Esdeath could feel a sudden emptiness within and the BBC told her a cure to filling it up. She stood up as if possessed and took off her skirt and panties, leaving nothing on but her boots. 

“You filthy nigger,” she spat at him. “You’re getting the privilege of fucking a superior white pussy today.” 

 As she straddled him and put her tits in his face, she looked down at the monster cock with a tiny bit of reluctance. Selvaria quickly took hold of the shaft to make sure she could ease herself down. “Go on.” 

 I can do this, said Esdeath. There was no way she would let this nigger think less of her or think of her as a coward. She dropped down and impaled herself on the cock in one go, immediately spazzing out as it hit places inside nothing ever should have.

 Selvaria quickly held her up and after a long moan Esdeath began to giggle stupidly. The shaft stretched her so much that every inch of her body tingled in response. Esdeath rolled her eyes and put her arms around the farmer, holding onto him for dear life as she began to slide up and down his thick cock, the juices dripping out of her audibly each time she dropped back down.

“If you let me go, I can help you,” he told her.

 Esdeath smothered him with her tits. “Shut the fuck up, nigger.” 

 But in truth, she wanted to see how powerful he was and what he could do if they unleashed him. “Your cock is… far too big…” said Esdeath. She was so in love with it inside that she almost wanted to kiss him, but that would be a step too far. An honored officer of the SS kissing a nigger?

 No, there was no way any nigger like this could ever make his way into the Fatherland. The women will always want this, Esdeath realized, her eyes rolling in pleasure as she fucked herself. A well-educated SS officer like her had the mental fortitude to enjoy herself in this way without losing sight of what was important. But the pleasure was too intense. Other women would just give into it and become completely corrupted.

 They’ll never want to stop worshiping this niggercock!!~ Though the dick was getting her ready to come already, the intense look in his eyes made her falter and shudder. How could those eyes command such power? “Untie him,” she said.

 Selvaria stood up. “Are you sure?”

“Let’s see what this dumb ape can do.” 

 Selvaria grabbed the knife and cut the ropes. 

 The farmer slapped each cheek of Esdeath’s ass hard, then stood up with her still impaled. Esdeath moaned and giggled helplessly against him, her nails scratching into his back as her legs clutched onto him like a little white monkey. “You fucking nigger…” she kept repeating, but she was almost out of breath. 

 This was so much better than anything she ever felt before. How the fuck can this nigger feel so good?!~ The thought was offensive. It went against her deepest held beliefs. Pleasure had never swayed her mind or taken her focus away from what was most important, but this was not a normal type of pleasure… 

 In fact, there was nothing that ever came remotely to feeling this good.

 The farmer was so tall that Selvaria was intimidated by him now. The last time it all happened so fast that she never noticed he was almost two heads taller than she was, and that was without taking into account the rippling muscles of his body.

 But he did not hit her.

 The farmer carried Esdeath over towards his bedroom and gave such a powerful kick to the door to open it that the window panes rattled in their frames.

“Fuck me, you nigger! Fuck me already!” Esdeath screamed, alternating between German and English. 

 The farmer dropped down on the bed with Esdeath and trapped her underneath him. She was ripping off his clothes in a mad rush and biting his dark flesh as he got into position and began to pummel her with clear hard thrusts. 

 Selvaria watched from the bedside, amazed to see Esdeath squirming and almost sobbing from what he was doing to her insides. Selvaria’s own pussy ached for the same and was dripping at the thought of that cock entering her. 

 To be fucked by a niggercock, was there anything more demeaning?

 She always thought it would take the world to break down a crazed SS member. Your typical army members weren’t nearly as zealous. Some SS did not falter even under torture and prolonged isolation. 

 But the way Esdeath wrapped her arms around the nigger and begged for him to fuck her was nothing if not complete defeat. “Your nigger cock is amazing,” she kept saying, over and over. “I love your nigger dick.” 

 The farmer smiled with satisfaction as he finished her off, but his flawless self-control was evident. Even as Esdeath came and gave a high-pitched squeal he remained unaffected. 

 He pulled out and slapped her stomach with his dick teasingly. Esdeath appeared to be in a world of her own, moaning and shaking as she dealt with the orgasm, her wide open and staring at nothing in particular. “Fuuuck!~” she kept whispering in an orgasmic drawl.

 This was not the way Aryan women were supposed to act. Not in theory and not in actuality. But clearly, the theory they were taught had all been wrong. We can’t fight them like this... thought Selvaria bleakly. Not when they can make us feel these things...  

 The farmer stood up and took off everything, putting his body on display before Selvaria. He rolled Esdeath with indifference to the side of the bed, then yanked Selvaria hard by the hair and held her in his grip. 

“You Nazi bitches are so dumb and desperate.” He spit in her face and spanked her ass till Selvaria shook breathlessly and nearly toppled, covering her sensitive butt with her palms.

“Please…” she begged him. 

“Please what?”

 Something suddenly snapped in Selvaria’s mind. After a lifetime of being sold on the promises of the new Reich and what it would do for the German people, after imbibing book after book tracing genetic ancestries and expanding upon the determinism of nature that proved Germanic superiority… she was faced with the reality that niggers were better.

 Bigger. Stronger. 

 Just better. 

 Superior to any white man she ever came close to.

 There was no wonder why they never conquered or invented anything, and that was because there was no need. Not when their women likely worshiped them willingly. What need would such well-endowed niggerkings ever have to take women by force? 

 They’ll all submit to them, Selvaria realized. No different than lions. And she wanted to do the same. All the things she read her whole life just seemed like cheap propaganda now. Propaganda written by German men to protect their weaker seed from external threats…

 Of course the German women would betray them. That was only natural. It wasn’t even betrayal, only the course of nature. Women would always give their fertile wombs to the strongest man that could please them and protect them. It was the men’s job to protect racial purity, not the women’s. They stand no chance against the niggers, thought Selveria. No chance at all. 

 The white clitties she touched in her past filled her with a sense of shame in revulsion, though the recollection of how tiny they were also made her giggle secretly. “Give me your nigger dick, please.” 

“Front or back?” 

 Selvaria smiled and raised her brows. “What?”

 He tossed her onto the bed on her back and clambered on top of her immediately, the sweat dripping from his massive, heated body. He put her legs past his shoulders and locked her into a mating press, then began to fuck her. 

 Selvaria was used to something far more slow and romantic. But none of her previous partners compared to this. None of them could. They were too weak. Not just as physical specimens that could not compete with the nigger’s animal strength and amazing black cock, but mentally too aware of their inferiority to ever truly be a master race. And no wonder. If Selvaria had been born in their place, all she would feel would be shame.

 Each time the nigger brought his dick back in she could feel every inch riding up into her body and hear her squishy wet pussy stretching for him. The patter of the rain was still sounding over the eaves of the house but she became completely lost in the moment, staring up at the face of the bull as he ravaged her. 

 Selvaria tried to retain her composure and salvage the last bit of pride there was. But he gave it to her so fast and so deep, he hit so many sensitive spots, that she both teared up and laughed, completely unprepared for dealing with an event of this magnitude.  

 This is how it ends, she thought. With a nigger taking me. Though perhaps this was only the beginning. Who knew the full extent of all the inaccuracies she learned? Perhaps these niggers were far better than she thought. Perhaps they were no niggers at all… 

 Realizing her failure to discern the propaganda she had been fed, she focused on his indifferent eyes and stroked his hair. “It’s so good. It’s so good. Thank you...” 

 He would come inside of her without protection. They were so far away from home and surrounded by enemies that no one could realistically help them even if they did get pregnant. 

 I’m going to have nigger babies, Selvaria realized.

 She teared up sadly at the thought of betraying her nation like this. Even if it was based on falsities, it was all she ever knew, and all her friends and family were there. But it felt so good that she only tightened her arms around his neck and kissed him, begging for more. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she chanted.

 As the orgasm hit and wound-up her entire body, all Selvaria could think about was home. She could see her house and the beautiful swastika flag gently fluttering in the breeze. Of the large Aryan family she hoped to one day have and call her own. That was what the nigger was taking away. That was what he would erase. But it no longer mattered…

 Her entire mind was a mess of conflicting feelings and emotions, but one thing was abundantly clear: this was something she would sacrifice everything for.

“Fuck me…” she whispered as her eyes kept closing, the voice rising and vibrating along with her orgasm, slowly faltering. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!...” 

 The farmer wasn’t sure exactly when she went out, but it was clear that she did just like her friend. He finished her up and shot his load inside, then watched her orgasm and groan just like the other one. 

“These weak Nazi bitches,” he said to himself. 

 He wasn’t even close to done. 

 He grabbed Esdeath again and put her on top of Selvaria, this time facedown so he could fuck her doggystyle. His hand slapped her face a couple of times and Esdeath finally came to. “Wake up, bitch. It’s breeding time.” 

 As he slammed it into her from behind, Esdeath shrieked and buried her face in Selvaria’s tits.



 Thomas was still looking for the Nazi commander that escaped with her SS dog. From what their spies said, they never made it back, and they never found the bodies, which meant they may have been hiding on the Allied side.

 Today he was going around the farms just by the forest. It was unlikely any of them would’ve taken them in or that the women would still be there after so many days. But it was worth a shot.

 He knocked at the door of one farmstead and waited. 

 The man that answered was dark-skinned and tall, and the unexpected sight of such a beefy figure opening up made Thomas a bit jittery. “G-Good day” 

 The farmer was in a state of complete undress and was buttoning back up. Sweat dripped down his face. “Good day, sir. How can I help you?”

“We’ve been looking for these two women that disappeared. Nazis.” 

 Two voices echoed from inside saying, “Come back to bed! I need that nigger cock already!” 

 Thomas blushed as soon as he heard the words and realized he had interrupted the farmer during his lovemaking.

 The farmer read his mind and smiled, then patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. But no, I haven’t seen anybody, sir. It’s just me and my two wives.” 

“Two wives, eh?”

“Come on already!” one of the women yelled out. “Tell that little fucker to take a hike!”

 The German accent was so pronounced that Thomas wondered if he should bring it up. But the idea of this black man sleeping with two Nazis and having them call him over back to bed was so preposterous that it wasn’t worth bringing up. Certainly not to a man this big and strong.

“Well,” said Thomas as a way of taking his leave. “Tell me if you see them.”

 The farmer gave a nod. “Will do, sir. We’ll get those Nazi scum.” 

 Thomas grinned and got back on his bike. “Damn straight.” 

 The door was closed but Thomas stood there for another minute. He waited to see if the calls for sex were real. But when the wailing started from the bedroom, he was convinced. 
 It was time to go. Those Nazis were still out there somewhere.
