4 comments/ 30558 views/ 2 favorites Halloween Night By: Someonesfreak My name is Rebecca, but everyone's always called me Beck. I wanted to tell you about my Halloween adventure I had last year. You see, I was always the fat chick in high school. You know the one that everyone wanted to be friends with but no one ever wanted to date? After graduation, as I started college, I did something about it. My first year of college, I dropped all my extra weight. I'd never felt better about myself. As my second year started, I started thinking about Halloween. This was my first Halloween that I was going to get to wear a sexy costume. I shopped for months looking for the perfect costume. I finally decided on a sexy witch. It was cut really low with a short skirt and had a sexy little cape hanging down my back. I nervously viewed myself in the mirror, unable to believe that was really me. Even though I had lost so much weight, this was the first thing I had put on that was revealing. Nobody had really taken notice of my weight loss, because I continued to wear baggy jeans and t-shirts, but, tonight, everyone would notice me. I walked across campus to the fraternity, stopping just as the house came into view, watching as everyone was going inside. My knees started shaking, as I saw all the cute girls going in. It took me a few minutes to convince myself that I do look as hot as they do now. When you grow up as the "fat chick" it's hard to get over that mentality. I finally took a deep breath, stood up tall, and headed towards the door. I saw several heads turning as I approached, but had a hard time believing they were looking at me. As I stepped inside, I looked around, trying to find anyone that I might know. I made my way to the kitchen and picked up a beer, sipping on it as I made my way through the house. I started getting used to all the guys staring, and it felt nice. Then I saw him. I knew who he was, his name was Chris. He was the star quarterback, everyone knew who he was. He was dressed in a toga, with a gold vine of grape leaves wrapped around his head. I couldn't believe he was staring at me. I turned around to see who was around me, just to be sure. Yes, he was looking at me. There was no way I could talk to the quarterback, so I quickly turned and went into another room. I was in such a hurry, I ran right into Dracula. I slammed into him so hard, it threw me backwards, and I would have landed in the floor if he hadn't wrapped his arm around my waist, steadying me. I felt a blush creep up my neck and face as I became more aware of how tightly he was holding me against his hard body. "Are you ok?" he asked. I nodded and he released me. We started talking and he asked me to dance with him. He took my hand in his as he led me through the throng of dancing teenagers. Just as we got to a spot, a slow song came on. I was secretly thrilled that he was wrapping that arm around me again, as he pulled me close. We danced about half the song, still making a little small talk, when he stopped and turned his head. It was Chris, behind him, asking to cut in. My knees trembled as he handed me over. I couldn't believe he didn't even ask if I wanted to. I guess no one questions the quarterback. He looked down into my eyes as he started dancing with me. "I'm Chris," he said. All I could manage to get out was, "I know." He paused before asking me, "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Once again, I felt that blush creeping up my neck and face. How stupid could I be? However, I just couldn't get my brain to control my mouth. I finally spit out, "Beck." He smiled, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on a man, "It's nice to meet you Beck." Just then, the song changed to a fast beat. Bodies began thrashing around us, slamming against us. Chris smiled broadly and began jumping up and down. I suddenly felt so relaxed, and joined him. Everyone that was dancing was moving all over the floor, threading in and out of everyone as the music just seemed to carry us through the room. I was acutely aware of the various hands as they touched every part of my body, just as my hands were reaching out and touching all they could as well. Bodies were pressing and rubbing and grinding against each other. Suddenly, the song stopped and the room went silent. Everyone stopped dancing and seemed a bit dazed. I felt flushed and hot and started searching for a door that led outside. As I took a deep breath of the fresh night air, I felt very confused. My body was feeling things I'd never felt before. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like every inch of my skin was screaming to be touched, my lips were aching to be kissed. It was so new to me, to feel this way, I didn't know what to do or think. As I stood there trying to figure myself out, someone grabbed my hand and started pulling me out to the parking lot. I turned and saw that toga-clad body slightly ahead of me, leading me to his car. When we got to the passenger side of the car, he pressed me against the door as he started kissing me. I could feel his hands on my body but my emotions were so dizzyingly overwhelming, I was helpless to stop him. He opened the car door, sat me down, and walked around to the other side. I sat there, still stunned. My mind was having an extremely difficult time wrapping around everything that was happening to me tonight. I looked over at Chris and he smiled at me, giving me a wink, as he continued speeding down the road. I started looking around the car, and happened to look down at my costume. Somehow my nipples had found their way out of the top of my dress. My face flamed a bright red color as I quickly adjusted my top. Then I began to wonder where we were going, as I watched the campus light disappear far behind us and trees began to cover the road we were on, making the night even darker. He pulled onto a dirt road, the tires spitting gravel behind us as he raced down it. The car fishtailed as he slammed on the brakes and stopped. It was pitch black outside the car, the trees were so dense all around us. I looked over at Chris. He smiled at me and said softly, "I want to show you something." He got out of the car, and my heart pounded against my chest. I screamed when my door was thrown open, but Chris grabbed my hand and started pulling me down the road. He seemed to be looking for something. Just then, he took off running through the trees, dragging me behind him. The brush was scratching my legs and pulling on my clothes as he raced through the trees. When he stopped, there was an opening in front of us. The moon was shining brightly into this little clearing. The grass looked so soft and thick. There was a lake there also. It looked so beautiful and magical. Chris pulled me close, kissing me, as he lowered me down into the soft grass. All fear had left my body and was quickly replaced with a deep desire like I'd never felt before. His hands and lips were all over my body. When he started to remove my panties, I sat up, about to stop him, but his kiss assured me that everything was going to be ok. The rush of emotions that fled through my body was more then I ever expected as his fingers touched my moist pussy. It was the first time another hand, besides my own, had ever touched me there. He gently rubbed my clit as his tongue danced around my nipple. I gasped as his finger plunged deep into me. He stopped to pull his pants down, then lowered himself over me. He looked down into my eyes as he rubbed the head of his dick over my clit. I'm sure he could tell I was still nervous, but I couldn't tell him this was my first time. He pressed gently against my pussy, carefully pushing himself into me. Fear and pain etched across my face. When he was completely inside me, he stopped and waited. The pain was leaving me and was being replaced with the greatest pleasure. He asked me if I was ok, and I nodded. Slowly he pulled back out, and just as slowly slid back in. I never imagined something could feel this wonderful. As he picked up the pace, the pleasure I felt overwhelmed me. I began to thrust my hips into him, matching his strokes. I could feel an orgasm building up inside me unlike any I had ever given myself. I screamed loudly as I let it take over, just as he grunted and pushed his seed into me. He rolled off me, laying on the grass beside me. Both of us exhausted, panting. I turned my head towards the lake, enjoying the beauty of the moon reflecting off the surface of the water. Everything seemed so perfect. However, after we caught our breath, that quickly changed. Chris got up, took my hand, and pulled me over to the lake. I was thinking he just wanted to do a little skinny dipping at first. The water was so cold, I tried to back out, but, without a word, he continued to pull me further into the water. When we were about waist deep, he turned to me. The look in his eyes terrified me. I tried to take a step back, but he quickly grabbed my hair and thrust my head under the water. I struggled and fought him with everything I had in me. I got out of his hands a couple of times, but each time he only grabbed me more fiercely, pushing me back under the water. When I had absolutely no fight left in me, and the coldness started to overtake my body, I remembered the stories from last Halloween. About the young college girl that came up missing. Her body being discovered about a month later, drowned. Her killer was never found. Well, my killer was never found either. It's been a long year, living in this strange body. When your body passes through everything, it takes a lot of practice to figure out how to pick something up, but I finally got the hang of it. Now, I just sit here, in this little clearing, waiting with my limb about the size of a baseball bat. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Mr. Quarterback will not claim a third victim this year. With any luck, he'll pay for the lives he took the previous years as well. Halloween Night Sloan put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up in her only mirror, a huge, heavy wooden antique she leaned against her wall. She smoothed the skirt of her backless black cocktail dress, her bare thighs showing under the fluffy full skirt. "Whoa, mama," her roommate hooted as she stopped in the doorway. "You did a good job. Very much like Betty Page." "Thanks, Jill. You sure you don't want to come with me?" "I have class tomorrow, so I'm going to pass." "Well, I'm going to be coming in pretty late, so I'll do my best to stay quiet for you." "Oh don't bother. I'm going to give out candy for a little while, then I'm going to Sarah's to watch Becca. She and Martin want a Halloween to themselves." "You're a good aunt. I'm off to the streetcar. Have a fun night with Becca and I'll catch you later." Sloan stuffed her ID, cash, house key, lip gloss, and cell phone in her bra, which was not incredibly full, but just enough to hold the essentials for a night in the French Quarter. While waiting for the streetcar at the stop, she spotted a few kids in costume walking with their parents as the sun was starting to set. Once the streetcar came and she climbed aboard, she and a few strangers in costume exchanged compliments and a few laughs on their way to the crowded heart of the Crescent City. With each stop, the streetcar collected more and more passengers, and as Sloan was caught up telling the woman next to her about her favorite bakery, three guys dressed as gangsters with pinstripe pants, suspenders, and fedoras sat in the seats across from her, granting both sides a view of the other. Sloan wasn't looking across from her at these three men, but while his two friends had an argument about the plot of a cheesy horror movie, their third musketeer was staring at her from behind his sunglasses. He was slender, but somewhat built, as was evident by his muscular forearms, with dark brown hair to the nape of his neck. It wasn't until she got the feeling that someone was watching her did she even think to look in his direction. Seeing this guy so relaxed, leaning back in his seat, seeming to glare in at least her direction. She looked behind her and at the people to either side of her. He didn't move at all. Getting just a little creeped out, she asked him, interrupting his friends' argument, "I'm sorry, but, are you staring at me?" The dude just smiled. "A little bit, yeah." This took her back, just his pure honesty. But then again, he didn't have to gawk at her. "I apologize," he said taking off the glasses, showing his grey-green eyes. "I just haven't seen a Betty Page costume before. You did a good job." "Well, thanks," she said, trying not to smile too widely. Didn't want to let him read too much into her gratitude for the compliment. "What are your plans for Halloween?" At this point, his friends were watching in amazement. This guy wants to show off how much pussy he can get. Well he won't start here. "Look, thanks for the compliment, but I don't know you, dude. So, have a good night, and enjoy your stay in New Orleans." She pulled the stop cord and started to get up. "I'm not a tourist. I live uptown." the guy said, with just a little snark. "I still don't know you. Bye." As she walked away in the wake of other streetcar riders' sounds of embarrassment for the guy so publicly shot down, she did hear him say after her, "My name is Dorian." "So long, Dorian!" she called back with a wave. She was about four blocks farther from One-Eyed Jack's than she normally stopped, but a little walking in heels never hurt anyone, she thought. She greeted the bouncer, who recognized her immediately, got her orange wristband and went through the double doors and onto the vibrating dance floor. She flirted a little with a few people, and got a few free drinks out of it, but after about a half hour of conversation with each gave up again and again. They all either had the personality of a rock, or would not stop dropping painfully obvious sexual innuendo instead of actually conversing. After hopping from club to club with no further expectations of finding anyone to connect with, Sloan found she was actually having a much better time. She danced with a few guys, one of which was very skilled, but also very grabby. An elbow in the ribs was enough to get him to back off. While all the costumes and craziness of Halloween in the French Quarter still seemed like a lot of fun, she was still by herself, and obviously wasn't having any luck finding a halfway decent person to talk to for the evening. And it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Maybe I should just go home and watch some zombie movies, she thought to herself. Slamming back the rest of her drink, she walked outside and reapplied her lip gloss, only to drop it on the ground. As she bent to pick it up, she noticed two leather shoes in front of her. Looking up, she saw that same fedora and pair of shades. "You again." she said, a little disdainfully. "I really hope you didn't follow me." He giggled, "No, but I saw you as I was walking up to the door." "What happened to your friends?" she asked, leaning against the building behind her. "They met up with their girlfriends. We went our separate ways for the night." He lit up a cigarette, offering her one, which she accepted. He lit it for her, taking off his glasses again, to really look at her. "Hey, if I offended you at all I'm really sorry. You're right, it wasn't my business what your doing. You don't know who I am. I get it, err on the side of caution." She sighed, and thought hard to herself while looking the guy up and down, tapping her foot against the sidewalk. "What?" he asked with a smile. "Okay." "Okay... Okay, what?" he asked again, still smiling. "Okay. You're the nicest, so far most interesting person I've talked to all night. So since you've been ditched and I'm alone, what do you say we stick together?" "Well, I'm not so sure. I don't even know you, lady!" he said mockingly. She laughed a little at this, and offered her hand to him. "I'm Sloan." He shook it. "Dorian." "I remember. So where do you want go, Dorian?" They wandered the Quarter mob for almost another three hours, taking many photos along the way with their phones. As it turned out, Dorian was a pretty damned good dancer, and had no problem keeping up with her. What surprised her more was that he only touched her when she touched him first for a dance. He seemed like a genuinely good guy. Hell, even if he's just acting this way for tonight, I am really enjoying this, she thought. Over the loud music, he yelled into her ear, "Are you hungry?" to which she nodded. The two of them made their way towards the Eastern end of Bourbon St. and stepped into the Clover Grill for some late night burgers and fries. "So where are you from, Dorian?" "Well I live here, but I'm from West Virginia. I came here for school and never left. What about you?" "I've always lived here. Most of my family lives here still. I traveled for a long time, but I find I really like it here just fine. What did you study?" "Photography. I shoot for Where Y'at? Magazine." "Alright. Very cool." "You?" "I'm a librarian at Orleans Parish." "Oh really?" "Yup. I'm hardly ever at the information desk. Most of the time, I'm putting books back on the shelves or reorganizing." "That's really cool. I don't think I've ever met a librarian outside of a library before." "Well, we're not known for our extroversion." "I also haven't met a librarian dressed so scantily." "Everyone has to let loose sometimes. I'm just glad someone recognized who I was. No one could guess all night other than you." By the time 1 am rolled around, their plates were empty and the check was paid, and the conversation kept getting deeper. From philosophy, to film, to music, to art, they just kept going as they kept walking. In the middle of a lengthy observation about Kafka, Sloan slipped and nearly fell, but Dorian caught her as she leaned on him against the nearest wall. They just looked at each other for a minute there, chest to chest, eye to eye, his hands still wrapped gently around her shoulders to keep her from falling. "Um... my roommate is gone for the night." she said softly. "Would you want to stay over?" "Sloan, I--" "Look, I honestly can do without all of the bullshit of a defined relationship. I don't want to be someone's girlfriend. So if you want to have sex with me, please come in and you will get it. Otherwise, let me know now so I can go play with myself. I am in dire need of release and as the night's gone on, you've shown yourself to be pretty charming, and damnit if you are not a sexy motherfucker. So, what say you?" A surprised smile planted on his face, Dorian laughed a little and said, "Well goddamn, don't I love an honest woman. I really like you, Sloan. And I would love to get to know you better, as a friend or whatever terminology you prefer," at this he brought her face closer to his for a deep, sensual, very invigorating kiss that she seemed to fall into. "Tonight, let's just do what feels good. Where to?" They were practically falling over one another as she unlocked the door to her shared townhouse. Breathing heavily while still kissing him, Sloan kicked the door closed behind her as Dorian's hands were hugging her curves up and down, pushing his loins against hers, making her so hot and bothered. Finally he broke the kiss and asked where the bathroom was. She smiled and pointed down the hallway. While he washed up she quickly picked up all of her bras and panties off the floor, unpinned her hair, and smoothed out her comforter on her queen-sized bed. The bedroom light was off and she was lighting a few candles as he leaned against her doorframe. "You look stunning with your hair down like that." Dorian said, taking his hat off for the first time all night. She blew out her match, and stepped out of her heels as she stepped closer to him. His hands were in his pockets. She ran her fingers down an arm and pulled a hand to her waist, then took the other one and put it on the back of her neck. He gently kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders. He slowly pushed her backwards to lie down on her bed, continuing to kiss down her arm to her hand, the whole time, slowly working the side zipper of her dress down. Sloan slid out of her dress, leaving her in her black panties and thigh high stockings, her bare breasts moving up and down with each slow breath, as he maneuvered out of his suspenders and started unbuttoning his shirt. As he was sliding his arms out of the sleeves, she unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his boxers down his legs to the ground, leaving his erect penis in her face for the taking. She took the head into her mouth before Dorian could think, and she went to work. Licking up and down the shaft, sucking ever so gently on the tip, and softly massaging his balls. His delicate moans kept coming as her tongue kept going. Suddenly, he pulled her mouth off of him and laid her back on the bed, pulling her panties over her stockinged legs. She started to take them off, but he stopped her. "Leave 'em on." he said, running his fingers over the lace tops near her inner thighs getting her even more excited. "You're legs look so sexy with them on." His fingers traced over her thighs as he slowly kissed all the way down to between her legs. "Tit for tat." he said with a grin. Dorian began lapping his tongue against her clit, softly, then rapidly, then with long wide strokes, his fingers working all around her wet pink lips. She moaned deeply with each touch and squealed a little when he stopped and dragged her by her legs to the edge of the bed, where he stood and positioned his hips with hers, sliding into her, making her moan all over again in ecstasy. His beginning rhythm was slow but deep, and as Sloan kept pushing back with her hips, the more Dorian quickened his thrusts, ever so slightly. His hands gripped one of her stockinged knees, while the other one pinched her right nipple. He bent down and kissed her as he started fucking her harder and harder on her bed, her fingers clawing into his back now. "Oh fuck! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh my God! Oh! Oh!" "You like that? Huh?" he asked her as he pinned her hands above her head with his and slammed his hard cock into her, "You like it?" "Oh fuck, YES! Oh! Oh!" "You like what?" "Mmm, I fucking love your cock fucking my wet pussy! Oh! Oooh!" At that he rolled her on top of him, his hands rolling her hips over his dick, grunting more and more with each roll. She moaned skyward and massaged her own tits as she moved above him. Finally he hit just the right spot to push her over the edge, and she commanded the reins. She put his hands on either side of her ass, and started pumping her pussy on his thick cock, all the while making him emit his own moans. He was a lot louder than other guys she'd been with and she fucking loved it. He slapped her ass, hard, making her cry out, more from pleasure than from pain. "Do it again." she said, a little breathless, but still slowly moving up and down his penis. He spanked her again, just as hard, making her moan, and her legs quiver just a little. She got on the balls of her feet and started swiftly bouncing up and down on his erect member, Dorian continuing to slap her bare ass at almost every other thrust, the other hand grabbing onto a little bit of Sloan's hair. When he really liked the feel of what she was doing, he gave a slight tug. Pulling her ear near him, he whispered, "I want to fuck you from behind." which was all the prompting she needed. She got on all fours, and Dorian easily slid into her once again, his hand moving her long dark hair from the nape of her neck. All the while she kept making nearly inhuman sounds as his dick hit just the right spots; he started rapidly thrusting followed by slow steady strokes, and then back to rapid fucking again. This back and forth kept the sensation building until Sloan just couldn't hold out anymore. Her orgasm tore through her whole body, leaving her head buzzing and fingertips sort of numb. As the last waves of her orgasm were subsiding, Dorian started pumping faster and harder still, his face contorting as his own orgasm started to mount. He pulled his cock out of her and moved closer to her mouth, pumping his cum into her awaiting, eager mouth as she moaned and swallowed his load. He collapsed next to her, and the two of them just lay there, catching their breath, and occasionally rubbing up against one another again, a few soft kisses here and there, until the both of them drifted into the sleep of the exhausted. Halloween Night & Nazi Mind-Control MP captain finds himself and wife sucking SS cock In October, 1945, Teufelberg was a village in the Bavarian Alps still not completely liberated. The US Army had passed through, found little resistance, and moved on to other objectives. When my Military Police company moved in to expedite truck traffic through the area, the place gave me the creeps. It even had a creepy name. Teufelberg meant "Devil's Mountain," and we were moving in a week before Halloween. Teufelberg nestled against the steep, craggy mountain of its name. Steep narrow streets, a dark place most of the day in the shadow of the mountain. Oddly enough it was a junction of three main roads through the Alps as well as a railroad trestle, so we were there to direct Army traffic. On the way there, I asked my driver the name of the flowery field we were passing driving through. He said, "Geisterfeldt." Ghost Field. As we neared the town we dropped into a valley carved by an alpine creek. A pleasant place, green and quiet. He said, "Schädel-Tal." Skull Valley. An old bridge, obviously built long, long ago crossed the creek, and as we drove on it, I spotted a sign: "Angenehmekriegsbrücke." Pleasant Wars Bridge. God, what kind of a place is this? My room was in the headquarters--an alpine chalet near the center of the town, an ornate carved wood building clinging to the steep, narrow street. On paper the place looked good, but the dump was a dark, raw wood place, not like the cheery white and green summer houses in other parts of Bavaria. The gloomy dump pressed against a solid granite wall, the bottom of a cliff whose precipice towered several thousand feet higher. I wasn't terribly excited about it. A hand grenade--or even a pebble--dropped from the cliff above would blast through the roof like a bullet. It was the headquarters building the Army chose, so when I heard some of my guys refer to it as the FUBAR Palace, I had to agree. Teufelberg was a cemetery somebody built a town on. Hard to tell what the population was. No one ever came out in the streets--or when they did, they moved like escaping burglars, slipping in and out of the shadows. Everything dark. No lights, no candles in the windows. That wasn't really too strange in 1945 Germany. Most cities were bombed-out ruins, and even small towns like Teufelberg were like abandoned bees' nests. I sighed. My orderly hauled my duffel bag into my room. I sat on the black wood chair and looked around. Fuck. Germany's version of Transylvania. The Army had struck again--the dark chalet was the logical house for an MP commander, from the military point of view. I had to hit the ground running in Teufelberg--the mayor had already arranged to meet me. I hoped we could get off to a good start. The Burgermeister, a Herr Bayer, looked nothing like the Budweiser ad--no round face, no red cheeks. A few years later his look-alike would be the Cryptkeeper in the TV movies. Tousled brown hair, black suit like an undertaker. Tall and thin. Face like a cross between a horse and a prune. Couldn't guess his age. "Herr Hauptmann Schuyler," he began, voice like a distant foghorn. "For you it is not so safe here, I am thinking. Der Weltkrieg, the world war, here is not yet over." He lowered his voice. "Teufelberg is still run by the Nazis." I had heard this before. Germans toadying up to the victorious Allies, eager to sell out their neighbors for some charisma points with the Americans. "And you, of course, were never a Nazi." "Ach, nein! Never! Always I am keeping to myself, living as best I can, trying to keep out of their way. But I never join." I sighed. "Who are these Nazis still running the town, then? Why don't you arrest them?" "Ach, for this we need the Amerikaner Army. They are SS soldiers, fully armed." This, too, was familiar. "Where are they?" "They hide in the Schloss." In the castle? Teufelberg had a castle? "What Schloss?" "Schloss Totenkopf. High above the town. In the mountain." Death's Head Castle. What else. "But we have no intelligence about a castle anywhere around here." The mayor smiled grimly. "It is hidden. You would never find it." He lowered his voice again. "The legend around here says the Schloss was built by Satan himself." "The Nazis didn't build it?" "Ach, nein, the Schloss is much older than the town. No one knows when it was built. Many hundreds of years ago." "So why hasn't aerial surveillance discovered it?" "Carved out of the rock of the mountain. You do not see it. From the distance, it is looking like mountain-stone, nein? But you are standing in it, you can see it has the rooms, the windows, the walkways, even the barrier-walls and the balustrades." He paused. "Not so hard to believe it is built by the devil himself." With that intelligence, I sent in a call for more aerial photography of Teufelberg, particularly of the mountain above the town, searching for anything looking manmade. Early the next morning, a small green Army spotter plane wound its way carefully through the towering peaks of Southern Bavaria to Teufelberg. I watched it from the street as it flew close to the mountain, buzzing the cliffs over the town. And as I watched, we heard a gunshot from far above, and the plane swerved suddenly, as if the pilot had yanked the wheel. The plane heeled over, banking into a sharp turn, and spiraled out of control to smash into the mountainside. "Sniper!" My first sergeant, who had been standing nearby, called to his platoon sergeants, who ran off to gather their men. A few minutes later, a detail took off, climbing the steep inclines of the mountain. As it turned out, a nest of Nazi SS troopers were indeed set up in what turned out to be a very large, extremely well camouflaged castle. When I called for infantry support, the reply was that Teufelberg was isolated, surrounded by Allied troops--therefore not a high priority target. I was told to handle it with my MPs, who luckily had a hell of a lot of combat experience. With radio coordinates from my sergeants, I called in an air strike, and about a half-hour later, several P-51s from Munich flew into the valley. The "tank-busters" did a job on the castle, blasting huge chunks of it into the sky, some of which unfortunately fell on the town. My people finally finished the battle a few hours later, and locked up a large contingent of German POWs in rooms in the castle. But not without a lot of trouble--I got reports of my men "going crazy." Some lay down their weapons as they guarded the prisoners. One report said a Private Kaminsky, upon hearing "Kom her, Ami! Suck my cock!" actually knelt before the prisoner and was about to give a blowjob to the German officer before someone yanked him away. Incredible. Are they drafting the dregs of society back in the States? The last report was incredible. A German officer told one of my sergeants to shoot himself--and he did. Poor man blew his head off with his own rifle. A GI nearby turned his gun on the Nazi officer and blew him away. There's something goddamned weird about this place. That evening I went to the castle to interrogate the highest ranking German office, one Oberst (Colonel) Heinrich von Steinlitz. The castle was Satan's chalet. Carved into the granite of the cliffs, its windows and doorways were carefully sculpted to look like mere mountain shadows to the casual onlooker. The parapets were jagged and irregular, and the towers resembled mere outcroppings of rock. Inside, it was even more unbelievable. In spite of the damage from the bombings, it did look like a place built by Mephistofeles himself. The interior was fully finished--wide marble floors, vaulted ceilings, textured stone walls. It had wide staircases and long balconies. I could only guess at how many rooms it had, but it was huge. I saw Satan's touches--the carvings at the bottoms of the banisters were vicious gargoyles, carved stone half-bat, half-dwarf creatures with masterfully carved wings and hard cocks that jutted up threateningly. Slithering dragons decorated some of the half-pillars carved into the walls, and in one of the rooms, I could not believe my eyes. A table made of a thick sheet of clear crystal rested on the backs of three nude female statues on all fours, their heads together at the center of the table, their spread legs and carefully detailed pussies aimed out for the observance and enjoyment of all. In yet another room a great, multi-ton granite door swung easily on beautifully engineered stone hinges. But its most fascinating point (to me) was the heroic sculpture of a Nordic hero at the other side of the door, whose erect cock stuck out like a bulb-headed lance--and fit perfectly into a hole in the wall, sculpted to be the cunt of a naked woman who waited for him and got a good fucking every time the door closed. I met von Steinlitz in his cell. As tall as its ceiling, in his officer's uniform, he looked regal. Majestic. Like Caesar in chains. His coal-black SS uniform fit him perfectly, outlining and accenting his turret-like shoulders, and the riding-habit trousers favored by Nazi officers gave him a martial appearance--widely flaring at the hips to allow sitting a horse and tight, flattering pantlegs disappearing into high, black riding boots. His eyes pierced into mine. Not the slightest hint of defeat. Pure defiance. He spoke English perfectly. "You think you are the victors here, I think." "You're the one in the cell." The place was very stuffy. I could hardly breathe. I made a mental note to move him to another cell. Funny. When I first checked out the place, the cell was cool and airy. "You are a captain. In our gruppe, we made the Ami officer prisoners our personal cocksuckers." "Well, Colonel, you can kiss those days goodbye--and you can kiss my ass." Damn, it's hot in here!" I could hardly breathe. I pulled open my collar and loosened my tie. He smiled. I see you are not carrying your revolver, Captain. Very well, we will use you another way. Take off your trousers." What the fuck?? But God, it was hot!! I couldn't think straight. Like I was drunk! In my confusion, somehow what he said seemed strangely reasonable. I don't know where I got it, but suddenly I was an Ami, an American--and who was more purely American than an Indian? "Like the Indians, yeah. Can't wear these White-eyes pants--need a loincloth." Everything was spinning. I unbuckled my pants and stripped them down. My jockstrap--military police always wore them; never knew what athletics and hand-to-hand we would get into--dripped precum from the pouch. I was embarrassed, but von Steinlitz smiled. I was caught. "Excited about the autumn buffalo hunt," I mumbled. "Get that suspensor off, too, captain. I cannot impregnate you with that." "Im--impregnate??" "Ach, ja, you are the young American woman, and I am the strong warrior, nicht?" "What?? That's bullsh--" but suddenly it made sense. Yeah. I am a woman. An Indian woman. And he is my brave. I looked at him. My duty is to give myself to him. I yanked down my jockstrap and stepped out of it. "Lie back on the bench and submit yourself to me." A calm command. Confident. Masculine. Virile. I lay back, and he stepped nearer, pulling open his pants. God, look at that thing! Babies would come from that! I knew he would make me pregnant and honor the tribe. What a buffalo cock! I spread my legs. My head spinning, I thought in both male and female terms--he was hung better than any soldier I ever saw in the showers or washing up in a French creek--and I ached to bear his child. With weird eagerness, I noticed his cock was unique. Like a rake. Not only was it huge (and I fell in love with it, my colossal valentine), it curved radically at the head, pointing up like a rake lying tines-up in the grass. A dangerous thing either in the garden or jutting from the crotch. I blushed in a girlish way. It was so big I knew he would not get it in easily, and I was a little frightened--could I take such a huge organ? But I was breathing hard. My big warrior was about to make me a woman, bring me into the tribe as a wife--or at least one of his harem. But he dawdled. Staring down at me. Finally I could resist no more. The big, tawny thing was something any girl had to obey. I rose up from the bench and reached out for it. God! It burned my hand. Textured and sculptured with giant veins and folds of skin, it felt like a pulsating tree branch. And the cockhead! Standing proudly out of the folds of foreskin, angled back away from me in that awesome, terrible bend. It was the Great Hammer to fulfill every young woman's dreams and smash her girlhood. When I spotted a large ooze of clear liquid drooling from it, I could not resist. I opened my mouth. My own, shy, girlish cock throbbed to full, maximum hardness and, almost blinded with the ecstasy, I shot a big load into the air. Hadn't even touched myself. Oh, God, I wanted his babies! I hoped I had honored him by showing my adoration and excitement so that he would consent to breed me. I licked the precum from his mighty cock and swallowed it. "Intoxicating," I murmured. Not daring to do more, I remained kneeling, panting, my heart pounding, thrilled at what this mighty warrior had planned for me. "Suck it!" I swallowed the big cockhead instantly, working the violent curve into my mouth, stroking the big shaft, doing everything I could think of to pleasure him. "Good, my bitch." His voice was low, deep, and manly. Intoxicating like rye whiskey. I was drunk with him. In my shy maidenhood, I had never been this close to a cock before, and this one, this super, magnificent organ was more than I could bear! Still holding on, still sucking and licking, I was driven into multiple orgasms! One after another, over and over the great warrior drove my submissive body into stunning ecstasy. My cock shot all the cum I had inside, then burned like a Halloween sparkler when my balls went dry. I lost count. A dozen? More? I slumped limp as a rag by the time he granted me his essence. It blew into my mouth like a blast from a German 88, and although I swallowed as desperately as I could, spurts gushed from the sides of my mouth. I rubbed it into the skin of my cheeks, chin, and neck. Every drop of his semen should be absorbed into my body. And I was drunk on the taste. Salty. Like a fine wine with earthy overtones. Flavors I never tasted before--but flavors I knew: the taste of a teacher, the flavor of a lord and master, the mother taste of authority. I lay back on the bench, eager for whatever my lord and master chose to do to me. He cocked his head, listening. "Enough for now. They come, Captain. Please arise and pull up your trousers." I did as he commanded, trying not to look disappointed. Moments later, the cell door opened, and Sergeant Varder walked in. "Captain, we've got 'em all bedded down for the night. You finished here?" I had a wild impulse to say, "No, he hasn't finished me yet!" but I choked it down. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm done here." Vader looked at me oddly. "You okay, sir?" Breathing hard, my face hot--God, I must be blushing! I put my hand up to wipe away any dribbles of cum I might have at my lips. "Yeah, I'm okay. Let's get out of here." Back in my office in the town, I took out the bottle of Jim Beam I kept in the file drawer. Took a big slug. God, what came over me?? I actually sucked a Nazi officer's cock! I sat down. And what was that 'I'm an Indian woman' shit?? Am I headed for a nervous breakdown? That very night I put in a request for an Army psychologist to visit our unit. I requested Major Annette Schuyler, my wife. Funny how we got together. Before I shipped overseas, I command an MP unit in Bethesda, Maryland, where Annette worked on finishing her medical studies. Matter of fact, she and I got together over a parking ticket. "Sorry, Ma'm, you're parked in a slot reserved for the general. See the lettering on it." Damn, she was good-looking. Face like on a WAC recruiting poster--always a bathing beauty, never the dogs so many of them turned out to be. When she got out of her 1934 Ford, she had a figure like a Coke bottle. As she faced me, she leaned back against her car, let her doctor's white smock fall open, and Oh, God. Her cotton shirt was not buttoned, and by leaning back, she made it spread. Wider. Wider. Still wider until Ohmigod! Two tits bulged out, big breasts to make a man want to get down and howl, and I swear I could see the edges of two dusky aureoles, the cloth bulleted over firm nipples just inches away. God, no brassiere! "I can't afford to get a ticket from the MPs," she murmured. "It would reduce my grade." She took a deep breath. Oh, my God in heaven!! The left nipple popped out! Hard. Hot--I swear I could feel the heat from it on my face! "Oops," she said calmly, and she slowly, very slowly pushed it back into her shirt. She looked into my face. Jesus! Although I wrote "blue" in the slot after "Eyes:" I realized that was a gross underestimate. Her eyes were the blue of a priceless Regency vase. Azure blue interlaid with streaks of gold, a color so deep, so overpowering, so confusing, at times it looked purple. Can eyes attack? Hers attacked me. They took me prisoner as if she had tied my hands behind my back. "Surely there is something," she said in a low, soft voice dripping nectar, "that I could do to keep you from writing that ticket." To cut a long story short, what she did to me behind the locked door of a linen closet could set morality laws back 100 years. When she let me into that honey-soaked pussy of hers, I cummed so long, hard, and pulsating, at one point I thought I would die of a heart attack. I was lucky. I fell back against the wall, which pulled out my still-raging cock. I had ejaculated every last sperm in my body, and my balls were searching around for more ammunition. I panted hard, trying to catch my breath. That orgasm was so titanic, if I had stayed in there any longer, in seconds my balls would start pumping out blood, guts, bone, anything! I was lucky to survive! God, what a fuck! And then she blew my mind: "Damn," she panted, "you're really good with that thing!" What? Me? I didn't do anything! All I did was dare to enter the Tunnel of Death! "Never had so many orgasms in my life," she went on. She looked up at me, and those eyes burned to the back of my brain. "You've spoiled me." With a teasing little grin: "I'll never be able to enjoy anything less than that big monster of yours." Could not believe my ears. Venus, the Goddess of Love, had just told me she craved my cock! Talk about proud! I smiled back: "Our duty is to serve, Ma'm." Again, to cut a long story short, skipping the coffees, the movies, the dances, and the car-shaking interludes in the back of her Ford, we got married. The Army wasn't pleased to have a married couple in the Service at the same time, but as she put it--in medical terms--"Fuck them!" We managed to finagle assignments that were within "visiting range," even though a psychiatrist could never be attached to an MP unit. When they transferred me to Germany, she arranged a transfer to an Army hospital in the vicinity. So I had to take frequent trips "to see the doctor." But in this case, something very weird was happening to me and my men, and I needed Annette for psychiatric advice. The dark shadows of the gloomy little town were really getting to me. Halloween Night & Nazi Mind-Control While waiting for her arrival, I took some men and drove through the dark place to see a professor from the small college on the edge of town. The campus consisted of three or four ancient buildings of crumbling brick covered with vines and briars. Shut down since before the war. I wondered if the professor knew anything about strange conditions around Teufelberg. I knocked on his door, but no one answered. I could hear a noise coming from behind the house. I posted guards, then found someone working in a small greenhouse in the back yard. I knocked on the glass door, opened it, and stepped in. A little man worked shirtless, shoveling soil into a long line of pots. Planting time. With his shirt off, he looked like a skeleton, like Father Time. His square face was intelligent, but somehow depraved--like an autopsy doctor. His high cheekbones reminded me of the town's cliffs--scarred and ragged, only in his case from smallpox. His thin, greasy black hair squirmed over his head, at least covering up some of the scars. He had full lips and straight, white teeth. At least he's got a good dentist. His pale, sand-colored eyes glittered bright and eager but in an unhealthy way, like a lizard stalking a butterfly. His belly sagged over his belt, a wrinkled depression pock-marked with more smallpox scars--like the surface of the moon. Above, two small nipples on what used to be pectoral muscles had sagged into what looked like small, drooping, teenaged breasts. He had a strange birthmark in the middle of his chest like a radio antenna painted in blood. God, he was ugly; he made me just a little sick. "Excuse me, Herr Volger, I am Captain Schuyler, commander of the 25th MP Company. I would like to ask you some questions about this area." He leaned the shovel against a planting table. "Ja, I am waiting for you. I want a good cock-suck." What? What did he say?? He reached down and unbuttoned his pants. As he lowered them, I saw his sickly, bony hips, the starvation-tight skin over his pelvic bones, a bristle of kinky hairs, then an athletic supporter that looked like it came from Viking days. In spite of the corpse-like appearance of his gut, whatever bulged that filthy jockstrap made me do a double-take. He pulled down the jock, and I saw it. Huge. A giant, a torpedo. But it had a sharp up-bend like it had been broken. The very thought made me cringe. Jesus Christ, doesn't anybody in this town have a normal cock?? It was far out of proportion to his starved, skeletal body. I fought the thought, but I couldn't stop it: Annette likes big cocks. Would she like that one up her pussy? The doctor's pregnancy machine was a reddish-brown, almost orange column speckled with dark spots. It transmitted disease just by looking at it. "Also, mein Sklave, now come over here and suck my big cock." Incredible. The flare of his cockhead stood proudly, an object of adoration, a new religion. I couldn't help myself. Falling to my knees, I licked the folds of his foreskin, making his cockhead grow even hotter pink. Glowing. Feverish. Infected. Again I couldn't stop my mind! Thoughts of a wedding. My nuptials. To this tall, handsome stud. Sucking his cock like dying of thirst, I cupped his huge balls, realizing deep inside myself that he had bested me. Never felt such big, heavy things. My mind raced, on fire. Maybe if I give him a good blowjob, he will fuck me. I wanted to bear his children. When his spindly frame gave me a feeble lurch, I tasted his cum--sour apple syrup. Choking. Poison. God, I loved it! Again, I cummed in my own pants from the staggering lust pouring over me. "Captain? Captain, are you in there?" Shit! Volger yanked back his cock and pulled me to my feet. He tucked that big boy back in his pants and buttoned up, and I wipe my mouth of dribbles of cum (again!) During the Jeep ride back to HQ, my mind churned. What in hell is wrong with me?? I'm not a homo! What is happening with me? Volger called me "his slave"--mein Sklave. I was getting scared. What the fuck is going on in this place??" Annette arrived the next day, papers in hand. "I'm assigned here for a week's examination and treatment of your unit." She smiled. "Haven't been able to find a billet--" I pulled her into my arms. "Well, I guess you can bunk with me, Major." She nibbled at my ear. "As the superior officer," she whispered, "I get to be on top." "Don't have bunkbeds." "That's not what I meant." I pinched her butt, and she giggled, "At least starting out!" Her hand cupped my package. "You suffered any troop attrition down there since I saw you last?" I kissed her. "A little, but we're getting in replacements right now." The following morning I walked a little funny for a while. I worked in my office--didn't want to go to the castle. Annette went to the barracks to interview some of my soldiers. She heard about Professor Volger (how they knew about him I'll never know) and--without mentioning her intentions to me--she went to his house. The big flare of his cockhead nudged against her already-drooling slit, and hornier than she'd ever felt, she lunged herself against it, impaling herself on the old skeleton's cock. His command made her lose control of herself. Splaying her legs out on either side of him in a splits, Annette got religion. With a big "Ooh" as she bottomed out on him, her sounds became a series of staccato "ahs" as the old lecher jabbed her to paradise. Volger's big dong stretched her pussy wider than I could do--to the point it hurt, but Annette could think of nothing but pleasing the old codger, clamping her pussy-muscles around him, anything to make his experience hotter. He bred her. His scrotum, a big bag grizzled with a few wizened hairs, slapped against her butt with every stroke, and the ugly upward jab of his cockhead gouged against her g-spot with every lunge. And it got her. Made her see red as her cunt, her uterus, and everything around it filled up with his seething yellow semen, filling her up so fully, she rolled her head back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy, and screamed out his name, begging him, offering herself to him forever. "Make me your bitch!!" She did not remember later the toast he gave her at that moment. Glassy eyed and sex-dazed, she saw him hand her a wine glass filled with a golden liquid. He picked up one for himself. "To a consummate sexual partner, meine Frau." He downed his drink. His was champagne. Annette did the same, but the urine-colored liquid in her glass was the secret combination of powders and philters from 60 years of botanical research. As Annette bent over the lab counter, sick to her stomach, he brought his mouth close to her ear. "Also jetzt, meine liebe, now you, too, have the power. We will be partners!" When I saw her later that night, she could hardly talk, so jittery. "I can't really believe it," she stuttered. "He discovered mind control, telepathy--the botanicals that enable it--and now I can do it." "Whaat? That's bullshit!" "No, it works! Look--open your pants and jack off for me!" I unbuttoned my fly, pulled out my cock, and started to stroke. "What's so magical about this? I would do this for you any time you want." The truth was I did feel a powerful urge to beat the meat. "Yes, I guess you're right. Let's try this: fuck yourself with your pistol!" "That's bullshit! No way am I going to-- --Suddenly the very idea of the barrel of my Colt .45 automatic rammed up my ass was the hottest thing I could imagine. Fighting to keep my self-control, I walked over to the desk, picked up my pistol belt and pulled it out of the holster. "Shouldn't play with these things," I said calmly. "Something goes wrong, and you could give yourself a terrible case of diarrhea." But the thing felt hot in my hand. Like flesh. I almost could imagine it sweaty. What would it feel like up my ass? My resistance melting away, I pulled open my belt and let my pants fall. Staring into my wife's eyes, I pulled down my white Army boxers and spread my legs. I reached under the pillow for the small jar of Vaseline, and she chuckled. "Handy for jackoffs in bed?" "Yeah," I croaked, but out of control, my heart pounding, and a roar in my ears, I added, "Wanna grease this thing up before I--before I use it," Couldn't believe I said that. Am I actually going to do this? Yes. Once greasy and slick, the barrel of the .45 against my asshole began to work in easily enough. Then up against the clench of my rectum, it began to hurt. A lot. I bit my lip and sucked in my breath. My wife glared at me. "Ah, now you see what it feels like to be a virgin. Men never care when they make a woman feel like she's been stabbed with a knife." God, it was true. If my brain had not been dead-set on fucking myself with that pistol, I would have stopped that instant. "Go slow," she said softly. "My pussy and your asshole can get used to just about anything--just take it slow. Push in a little bit and then relax. Let it stretch." I stopped the frenzied pushing and tried to relax. It worked. When the pain eased off, I pushed in a little more--and waited again. The casing around the barrel of the automatic pistol was more square than round, and I think the outcrop of the gun sight at the tip of the barrel gave me extra pain. In fact I know it did. At one point I felt it pop past the tight grip of my ass-ring, and it hurt a lot less. But it was in! I could slide the slippery gun barrel up my ass all the way to the trigger guard! It still hurt, but the pain faded. Taking it slow and easy was the answer! And when I pulled it out, the sensation was pleasure! Exciting! I realized my eyes had been closed when I opened them and found myself staring at Annette. "God, it feels good!" I gasped. Incredible. I love this!" "You can take it out now. I don't want you to blow your ass off." She gave me a victorious look. "I think my point is made." "Annette, this is unbelievable. You can control minds?" "I think I'm getting better at it the more I do it, but for now the easiest is to touch the base instincts--sex, eating, that sort of thing. In the mess hall earlier I sat near a soldier and mentally made him eat four helpings of spinach." "How do you know he didn't like spinach?" "He didn't have any on his tray when he sat down. I ordered him to go back and get some." She looked at me. "I think the man who shot himself in the prisoner roundup was the victim of one of the Nazis with strong telepathic powers. Same with all the homosexual problems you're having." "God, what a creepy place this is." She raised her glass. "Happy Halloween. I have to go do a bedcheck in your infirmary." I, too, had more to do that night. I left her to sleep in my room and walked out of the office, chuckling at the small carved pumpkin my orderly had put on my desk for the spooky holiday. "Nobody goes trick or treating," I told him. I drove my Jeep up to the castle. Didn't want to, but the papers I needed to go through were there. I handed my .45 to Sgt. Fallon, the armorer, on guard at the door. "Check this out for me, will you, Sergeant? I think something pushed the front sight out of alignment." I set to work at the stack of papers in a small antechamber off the main hall. Suddenly I got a premonition, a startling feeling. I looked up just as Sergeant O'Malley opened the door. "Captain, Doctor Schuyler is here with Professor Volger and the prisoner." "Professor Volger? The prisoner? What prisoner?" Annette walked into the room accompanied by Volger and von Steinlitz, closing the door behind them. Oh, fuck, oh, hell! "Captain," she said, "I arranged for you to meet these two men. I think Professor Volger's powers of mind might be of military use in controlling enemy soldiers. We can try it on their commander." I broke out in a cold sweat. Almost immediately I wanted to suck von Steinlitz's wonderful cock again. My own prick hardened up, tenting my pants. "Doctor, you've made a mistake! The colonel is fully trained in the-- --"Get over here, Ami captain!" Von Steinlitz's voice was clear, unmistakable, commanding. When I stood up, "Verdammt! No weapon again! Since I cannot watch you shoot yourself through the forehead, now you suck my cock!" I couldn't stop myself! Annette gasped as I stood up and walked over to him. Gnashing my teeth, sweating like I'd just finished morning PT, I couldn't stop myself from dropping to my knees. As if they weren't parts of my body, my hands reached up to unbutton his fly, and I fetched out that big, glorious cock. Without a word, I glommed my mouth over the big curve of the thing and started sucking. Volger cackled like a crow. "Ja, liebchen, you are so right. The mind powers, they are so good for soldiers--and what did you think I was doing in Teufelberg? Raising edelweiss? Der Herr Oberst and I have been developing the Telepathie, nein? I see your husband is the good soldier, a good Schwanzsauger. Now you get down on the floor to be my bitch!" Still sucking the big German cock, I glanced to the side. Her face a mask of humiliation, Annette dropped to her hands and knees on the floor beside me. The ancient scarecrow pulled open his pants, and out stuck the big dong I had sucked earlier. He pulled back his foreskin, and I lusted after the wet, shiny, crooked cockhead that popped out. He knelt behind Annette, pulled her skirt up over her hips, and yanked down her panties, finally pulling them off her cooperating legs. Then he sank that big thing in her. Annette gasped, "Steve, I'm so sorry," then she let out a long, low moan. I couldn't stop him. I was head over heels in lust with the big man whose sperm I ached to swallow. "Ja," grunted von Steinlitz, "I think the professor has the better idea. On your hands and knees, slave." He jerked his cock out of my mouth. I dropped into a crouch before him, and as Volger had done with Annette, the colonel yanked down my pants and pulled them off with my underwear. With a stabbing pain I felt his big cock ram its way up my ass. "You will enjoy this, my soldier-boy" And suddenly it was bliss! Wonderful! From his first thrust, he had me in ecstasy! My body burned like a Halloween witch fire. All I wanted in the world was to service this big male, to feel him get his pleasure with me. But deep inside, in the back of my mind was a nagging little thought: He was right; I was his slave, and I knew that I would do--or tell him--anything he wanted. If he commanded me to turn over Secret documents, I would. If he commanded me to assassinate Allied generals, I would do it. While one side of me reveled in the hottest sex of my life, the other tried to make plans to kill myself. Maybe I would shoot myself in the ass with my pistol, after all. What happened next I could never have imagined, never expected. The door to my office opened, and two soldiers stepped in with raised rifles. Blam! Blam! von Steinlitz slumped forward on me, dead from a shot through the head. Volger's skinny body fell off Annette, his head blown apart, too. I looked back. Sergeants Barzini and Cooper looked down at us. "It's been happening all over the place, Captain. Soon as we got them Kraut prisoners locked up in here, our guys started getting fucked up. Every guard assigned to watch the Krauts ended up sucking their cocks through the bars. Donelly even unlocked the cells--we had a hell of a time corralling 'em up again. "Only way to git 'em, Captain, is to shoot the bastards. They was fucking you and the doctor"--he looked down at his boots. "Sorry, Ma'm, excuse my language."--he lowered his rifle. "Which was a threatening gesture--an assault. "Same as down at the guardhouse, only way to stop the bastards is to shoot 'em. You lock 'em back in the cell, and right away they're tellin' you to suck their cocks. And worst part about it is you can't help yourself if you're close enough to 'em." He watched as I pulled up my pants. I helped Annette to her feet, then staggered around to sit at the desk. My soldiers had discovered a hell of a lot more information about this situation than I had. "Don't nobody hold none of this against you, Captain. We know how it is Once they do that mind thing on you, you gotta obey. Far as we're concerned, none of this needs to go down in any reports." "What about the prisoners? Can you control them?" "They're all dead." "Dead??" "Some of us stood back far enough away that they couldn't get at us with that mind stuff, and we told 'em, 'You use that brain control on us, and you get shot!' "Throughout the night, ever single one of 'em tried to get us." He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Ever one of 'em got shot." I gulped. "We'll have to make a report about that." Barzini smiled. "Prison riot. Rioters all killed." Barzini and Cooper hauled the bodies out of my office. "Hell of a Halloween night, huh, Captain?" Alone, Annette and I looked at each other. I decided to call it a night, and we drove back down to the HQ building and my room. I pulled the Jim Beam out of the drawer and poured us each a big glass, and we gulped it down. We sat on the couch, and I touched her hand. "Weirdest experience of my life." Her voice was soft. "That telepathy stuff is a power better off lost forever." "But you have it now. Am I going to be your fuck-slave from now on?" "You are already. I don't need mind-control for that. But as a matter of fact--" She reached into her briefcase. "I have some of the powder right here. Do you want to take some? Then we'd be equal." I thought about it, then held out my glass. She poured the powder in it, and I refilled with whiskey. I tossed that down--then got very nauseated. "God," I gasped, "that stuff went down like shit!" "Yes. Bad stuff." But after that life grew very fascinating for Annette and me. After the tumult about the prison riot wore down, I invited my orderly, Private Gunderson, into my office one afternoon. "Take off your uniform, Gunderson." With a shocked look on his face, he unbuttoned his shirt and shucked it off, then sat to unlace his boots and pull them off. Standing again, he unbuckled his belt and pulled open his pants. He let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He stood at Attention before me in a T-shirt and white Army boxers. I walked around him, inspecting him. I tapped his stomach. "Suck in that gut!" He hardened his belly and pulled back his shoulders, thrusting out his chest. Stepping behind him, I cupped both his buttocks in my hands, squeezing and kneading them. I pressed my hard cock, a big bulge in the front of my pants, against his ass crack. "I'm going to fuck you, Gunderson," I murmured in his ear. "Oh, God, yes, sir! I've wished for that since the day I got here!" That made me blink. "You what?" "Oh, yes, sir!" He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. "I love it when you lead the PT exercises in the mornings. I jack off to the thought of you in a tight T-shirt and shorts." He rubbed his naked butt back against my crotch. Feeling the cloth of my pants, he turned around. "You're still at Attention." "Yes, sir, but this needs more attention." With that, he pulled open the fly of my pants, reached in, and pulled out my cock. Without a word, he knelt and started sucking it. I began to wonder if the mind-control had worked on him at all. Gunderson was a blowjob waiting to happen. To cut a long story short, Gunderson sucked me almost to climax, but I saved that for the reaming I gave him as he bent over my desk. I taught him the military mission to "hold until relieved" as it applied to my cock. From then on he was my fuck-buddy when I got horny--usually at least twice a day when I was a long time without seeing Annette. Halloween Night & Nazi Mind-Control She went back to the Army hospital in Munich, of course, and I have no doubt she, too, used the Nazi mind-control to field-strip a few local crotch-rifles. Teufelberg never turned into a Christmas-card kind of town. When I saw it in the rear-view mirror for the last time, it still looked like where I would want to live if I were a witch, a vampire, or a werewolf. Annette and I practiced the mind-control on GIs who caught our eye for as long as we were in the Army, and when we retired, we used it on a few astonished residents of Atlanta, then moved to Fort Lauderdale to startle a few students living it up on Spring Break, who never thought they could get it on with old fuddy-duddies. I developed a real passion for surfing the carpet, riding blond-headed college surfers, leaving every one of them walking strangely and dripping my cum out the backs of their Speedo swimming trunks. They had a fuddy-duddy fucky-buddy. Annette died a few years ago, and I'm biding my time. I can still get it up, though. Every time the nursing home gets a new orderly, he finds himself kneeling at my wheelchair, sucking an 87-year-old cock. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Halloween Night of Firsts We were suppose to go to a Halloween party that night. At least that is what he told me when he called me that evening to arrange our date. It was my freshman year in college and he was an older man, 28 to be exact, with a fast cherry red Mustang convertible and a penchant for the bottle, which is something that I would later find out. Sounds like I had my hands on a rebel huh? Well you're 100% correct. Long hair and deep blue eyes with a tall muscular figure, he was something to look at. You know what they say about tall men. Oh yeah it was long and thick and was in love with it too! And what did I look like? Ok well I was 21 with long blonde hair down to the middle of my back and a curvy figure with breasts 36c, a bit of a hippy chick. So of course I was lustful of him the first time I saw him. He had that smile that was so sinful you knew his mind was up to thoughts of no good. So where was I anyways.....Ah yes. So I only had a few hours to come up with a costume. I found a sheet that would make a good toga and tied myself up in it, not even thinking of wearing anything underneath it. He was there promptly at 7pm and told me as I hopped into the passenger side of his Mustang that the party started at 9pm and was to go on till whenever. I laughed throwing my curfew mentally to the wind, as we pulled out of the drive in a squeal of rock and roll and tires burning on pavement. I'm sure my laughter could be heard down the block as we left my neighborhood. So our first stop that night did happen to be a liquor store, where we got a few different bottles of liquor. Guess I must have put it off to it being a holiday and us going to a party. So when he cracked open a bottle of Southern Comfort small enough to fit in his jacket pocket. Oh did I mention his costume was his regular attire w/a leather jacket on top? Well here I am in the hot fast car of this guy who I barely know who has started to drink while we're driving down the highway. At this point we had made our way to the outskirts of Downtown Dallas. Was I wet and aroused yet? You bet. And well to make matters worse after he put the bottle down, which he down in a matter of like 30 minutes.....his free hand found the hem of my toga and had made its way up my thigh already. I blushed a bright red as his fingers deftly spread my lips and he proceeded to wet his fingers in his mouth and then seak out my clit and begin to rub it. Yes......I was dripping wet with excitement. So of course my reaction was to let the seat down a little bit and spread my legs farther apart. I could hear him laugh heartily as his fingers played my clit like a small drum strumming upon it so softly and then picking up the moment like a drum roll. I could feel my head rocking back and forth as I let my left hand reach over and fondle his cock through his jeans and I was so turned on by the size of it and how stiff it was. I sat up startled for a moment as he pulled the car into a parking lot. It was dark now but the parking lot was relatively well lit. And then I recognized it. It was SMU's parking lot and we were in front of the concert hall. He gave me a cocky evil smile and encouraged me to get out of the carSO I was nervous when I stepped out of the car but I couldn't help it I was so turned on. I watched him undo his belt buckel and slide his blue jeans down to his knees and then he walked behind the Mustang and stood there for a moment or two. His long fingers grasp the length of his hard cock and he began stroking it and wagging it at me like a Master toying with a bone in front of a hungry dog. And well you probably predicted it I was on my hands and knees in front of him with my mouth wide open just salivating for him. I heard his laughter again on top of the strains of Sympathy for the Devil, and I knew he was definitely fixing to introduce me to his manhood. Oh there is just something about the moment a man thrusts his hard cock in your mouth that just makes you nearly cum just by doing that action in and of itself. You smell his musk and feel the hair on the tip of your nose and upper lip. And then you feel his long fingers entangle in your hair as he pushes your head down so that you are deep throating his whole cock. And well this was how I learned how to get over my gag reflex cause deep throating is what really got his engine going. And well I was deeply in lust after this one so I would do anything to please him of course. And this guy even when he was drunk could last forever. So I knew I could tease the hell out of him. I ran the tip of my tongue down the length of his long thick pulsating cock. It was still filling my mouth. I slowly swirled the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock and then slid it in the slit. The wind was blowing through my knees and pushing the skirt of my toga up to slightly expose my ass, and he noticed this as he watched me suck his hard cock. He had me sit on the hood of his car as he buried his head between my legs. Oh gawd did this guy have a talented tongue. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The hot night air clinging to my body as hot sticky cum gushed between my legs. I could feel my whole body quiver and shake as I clung to his shoulders trying to push his tongue even deeper into my hot little snatch. I had never come so hard or so much. My thighs were shuddering and trembling as I ached trying to push my sex up closer against his mouth. Desire was coursing through my veins like wild fire. I needed him inside me and I voiced my needs over and over again. I stood up and leaned over the trunk of his car. He pushed up the skirt of my toga and spanked my ass several times. I knew it was a bright cherry red as red as his Mustang. He laughed again and rammed his cock deep inside of me as Welcome to the Jungle started to play on his cars' stereo. We were on fire. His fingers were once more entangled in my hair this time pulling my head back. His lips were kissing the back of my neck. HIs cock seemed to just split me into. I kept moaning and groaning begging for more, harder, deeper. He lifted my right leg up against the trunk so he could fufill my needs. He knew I needed to get taught a lesson. I had my hand down in between my legs and I was grinding my fingers against my clit. I came so hard and just kept cumming more and more. My body was aching and just when I felt like I couldn't come any longer another gush would spirt from me. Man I felt like a bit of a damn firehydrant. His cock quivered and shuddered inside of me and I knew his was fixing to cum. As he came I came harder rising to meet his thrusts crying out in extacy. As we both orgasmed intensely I looked up and saw a flashlight shining in our directions and could hear footsteps. It was the campus security guard. He was built like a bouncer at a bar, and dark as chocolate. I could see his muscles ripple underneath his shirt as he walked toward us. He taps my current fling of the moment on the shoulder and says in a deep timbured voice. "I've been watching this all from my car over there", pointing to his security car not 5 spots across from his Mustang. And then to my surprise out from my rebel's mouth pops...."She's a real firecracker isn't she, care to sample her?" And with that the guy literally grabs me and walks me over to the grass next to his security car. I can see his dick straining against his pants as he hastily drops his trowsers. He lays me on the ground and he's just all over me kissing me with his soft luscious lips all over as he pushes the toga up off of me. I can feel the wet grass against my body. I think he can smell my rebel's scent on me and that seems to really turn him on. He lays me back and begins to rub my breasts together pinching my nipples rather firmly. I can feel them harden in the palm of my hands and I just groan. His hands are like a potter's hands and I feel like the clay. He takes his thick cock and rubs it down the length of my sex. And then I feel my rebel's cock slip in between my lips as I groan out in pleasure. I look up and see him kneeling in front of me. I take my hands and begin to stroke his cock and both men start to groan and they smile at each other as they treat me like their own personal sex slave. The guard lifts my legs in the air and then places them over his shoulders as he gets a good angle. I can feel him pulsing and pushing against my g-spot. This just takes me over the edge again and again. It's like the ground is moving beneath me. Oh gawd my 1st ever threesome. Man I have always been jealous of a sandwich cookie and now I get to be one. Hehehe. What a perfect halloween treat. And as the three of us all orgasm my rebel's seed coursing into my mouth and down my throat and the guards seed gushing inside of me and my own cum dripping down my thighs. I hear us all howl into the night, the three of our voices blending together so it almost sounds like a werewolf's howl. Well needless to say I had to wrap the toga back around me and the party was just a ruse so he could get me out of the house. He ended the night inviting the guard back to his apartment. And well that's a tale for another time. So thus is my tale of a night of firsts, my first multiple orgasms and squirts, my first sexual experience in public, my first threesome, and my first experience with a black man.