Free Suzie's SS Spanking Story by Sam Kinkaid Page A

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revolution of 1918. Now it had been taken on for a far more
sinister purpose. The huge portrait of Hitler loomed above Van Hect
as he stood on the rostrum, flanked by two swastikas. Right now he
was in his element. His voice rose, becoming more and more high
pitched the more excited he became. “Our work is not pretty,” he
bellowed. “It is not pleasant but it is essential, like the work of
a rat catcher. The undesirables must be eliminated from our great
Reich once and for all. Only extermination will do!” The chamber
erupted into spontaneous applause. Van Hect lapped it all up. “The
Novan scum think they can avoid their manifest fate by hiding in
the industrial sector,” he continued. “They think their factories
and industry too important to be bombed out. But they reckon
without the fortitude of the Aryan German people! For against our
iron boot they are but a nuisance! The time is soon coming,
soldiers, when we will see fit to deal with this foul menace once
and for all! When we shall go in with the full force and spare not
the women nor the children nor the rebellious scum who think they
can hold our thousand year old Reich to ransom! I say to you again
my Aryan brothers we will not rest until every last Novan is wiped
off the face of the earth! Until their foul stench is eliminated
from the face of Europe, their tribe a mere footnote in history,
marked forever as the lowest of the subhumans!”
    His speech
finished Van Hect stepped back and basked in the furious adulation
of his soldiers. His knuckles were white from gripping the rostrum
and he was shaking like a leaf, for the hatred had taken hold of
his entire body and had transformed him into a frothing animal.
    Suzanne
Lubasanka was a short girl of twenty with smooth dark brown hair
down to her shoulders and an hourglass figure; wide hips, large
breasts and a full ass. Her eyes were keen and richly brown and her
nose was slightly upturned. Her lips naturally smiled and her face
was rounded off almost into a heart shape. From this room on the
top floor of the palace she could just about hear the applause of
the troops and she knew Van Hect was almost finished and would be
coming to see her soon. She got up and examined herself in the
mirror, at her sleek black dress which hugged her body tightly and
showed off her cleavage. She had applied ample eye shadow to
accentuate her deep brown eyes and only a little makeup; for some
reason Van Hect did not like her to hide her Novan heritage too
deeply. She awaited his return with a certain amount of trepidation
but she was looking forward to seeing him nonetheless.
    Van Hect had
been out on patrols when he had spotted her, trying to hide from
him in the ruins of her pitiful bombed out apartment. Orders from
on high were that all undesirables were to be shot on sight and Van
Hect had dutifully raised his pistol but there was something about
the girl which had prevented him from making an end of her. Instead
he had taken her hostage, brought her back to his palace and
attempted to interrogate her. A strange bond had formed between
them and she had never left the place since. Or at least not that
he knew about.
    She heard his
footsteps upon the stairs and imagined they were hurrying just to
see her, imagined his hard cock bulging in his trousers as he
anticipated fucking her. Suzanne smiled, straightened her dress and
took one last glance at herself in the mirror. “You’re looking good
enough to eat sweetie,” she told herself with a smile. The door
unlocked and Van Hect entered, stopped in the doorway when he saw
her. Suzanne smiled again as she felt his eyes exploring every inch
of her perfect body. “Hello Sir,” said Suzanne seductively. “I’ve
missed you.”
“Indeed?” Muttered Van Hect.
“I enjoyed your speech.”
“You weren’t at the speech,” retorted Van Hect contemptuously. “Had
you been there it would have really put the mouse amongst the
vipers.” He laughed without humour.
“I