I did Nazi this cumming!

Adolf continues to praise me in his native language, he sounding so much more pleasant than ever before. Suddenly I hear loud groan and my mouth is filled with a sticky substance. I go to spit it out for the knowledge of Nazi seed in my mouth thoroughly a disgusting notion, but for some reason I find myself swallowing, as if to be from some kind of instinct.

Chills of pleasure and ecstasy race through my being as the sticky mess slides down my throat. Hitler praises me and gives me a firm hug and a rub down. I wonder if the mind control had anything to do with my desire to swallow.

"It didn't my love." Hitler tells me notching my head band. "You did that all on your own, and I'm very proud of you my daughter." He finally speaks my language, and I take that as a sign that I have done something right. The first guard steps away grinning at me, a look of pure satisfaction within his eyes, nearly bringing me to tears. The other comes to me offering himself for my now hungry maw. Even though I had been sexually assaulted the other night, I'm the one providing the stimulation now!

I dive in for it, no longer under the influence of the mind control nearly choking myself on his member. In fact I hit him with so much force he nearly falls over! Hitler grabs my harness and pulls me back a bit, but I cannot help but feel something hard upon my backside as Hitler holds me in place, creating a slight worry in my mind. He says something to me and calmly places a hand upon my head as if to be saying "stay there." I do so, finally calming and suckling once again.

This is a weird feeling. It's like some sort of primal memory, like suckling upon a mother's teat for milk. Or maybe it goes back further, to a more ancient time when man was once living in the wilderness as a sexually promiscuous and free ape? Either way, I gladly continue to suckle, some kind of animalistic sense of being washing over me once again.

I shake in euphoria which clearly adds some stimulation as the one above tugs my hair lightly. I do it once more, this time with a grunt of excitement and the guard swears in pleasure. I think I could get used to this! Arousal is welling up within me and moisture begins to gather at my genitals. The Fuehrer grins at me observing the reaction, but it's not a malicious grin. It's one of true pure love and admiration. I really am beginning to think he does in fact, genuinely care very deeply about me...but the question remains...why?

He answers in his own language. While I still have not the slightest clue of what he is saying, his voice is enough to tell me that he is being sincere. Again he rests his now hard Hitlerhood upon my moist genitals which sends a shock of fear through me, distracting me from my duty. Hitler puts his hand up to guard and I'm gently pulled away. The guard whines a little as if to be a kid who had been denied their favorite treat. Hitler and him discuss something, and it seems to get a bit heated as their hands go flailing about for a short time before the guard sits down on the grass, looking most disappointed as if he had just been given a time out.

He holds me in his lap again. "Dearest, I will never do anything explicitly sexual to you until you're good and ready. I'm your daddy, and daddy knows what's best for his little primate." He assures to me. Again, his eyes, voice and touch speak of truth. I look back and the guard stares at his leader with a look of disappointment as if to be a young child who just had their favorite toy taken away, mumbling irritably under his breath while continuing to run his hand over his still hard member. Turning back to him, it still proves to be a sight that gives me a flinch, but he comforts me with a kiss and a very warm and comforting hug. He walks me over as I walk over on all fours again and the guard excitedly resumes his position with a gleeful smile on his face.

He goes to stand. However I subconsciously put my hand out to stop his movement out of concern of being hit in his radical excitement. He swiftly responds and falls to his back. I stare for a bit wondering what I had just done and notice he is watching my head band carefully. He must have figured it out by catching a glimpse of my thoughts. I am swift to get back to my duty. The guard gives a loud groan as I take him up my mouth again, he grips my hair and thrusts into me vigorously, clearly trying to ejaculate as fast as he can, cursing loudly all throughout. He's quite the lively one!

He nearly screams, his eyes roll back and faster than I expect, he releases a large load within my well salivated cavern. His body trembles wildly and I can't help but notice he's sniffling a bit. I gladly lap up his cream without the slightest hesitation. Upon looking closer I can even see a thin stream of tears in his eyes! It's a strange practically vengeful feeling, getting to instill this much pleasure on people who have done horrid things and to the point of tears even! It brings me great relief knowing that I can provide sexual pleasure to some of my most hated of enemies! However the Fuehrer has more than just giving pleasure on his mind!

Hitler praises me yet again. He then uses subtle gestures to get me to rest upon my back, resting his hand on my bosom. A jolt of fright runs through me as I recall what happened last night and the punishment I had recieved a few days earlier. He speaks to me again using the tips of his nails to lightly caress my flesh as he runs over my torso. I remember something about sharks and lizards. If they are stroked upon thier stomachs they go into a type of trance...and this is proving something similar. Again he uses a calmed voice and soothing touch to lull me into a state of near trance, but I am still very on gaurd. I still don't quite trust him yet...

He moves out of the way and one of the gaurds takes over. He isn't quite as skilled as Hitler and he quickly yet surely guides him. Feeling two hands kneading into me is even more relaxing. I then realize that I could move, for I am no longer under the mind control and I'm not tied up...but...this is too good to resist!