1943. A brothel somewhere in Paris.

The procedure was always the same. The Nazi Colonel would wait for me in my room, sitting on the sofa wearing only his leatherboots, trousers and cap. His shirt, tie and jacket would always lay neatly on a chair nearby. He would always insist I wore a schoolgirl uniform with my hair hanging free. The Colonel would always be smoking a fine cigar and sipping the finest Scotch we could offer. But he wouldn't wait forever.

Countless girls had tried to seduce him, pleasuring him with all their worth, but no one did it better than me. No one else could make the famous Jew Hunter come harder or faster than I. He would always pay extra to have me, to let him ravish me all night and sometimes all morning if he wanted or needed to. Mrs Scholl couldn't be more pleased of my work with the Colonel.

The Colonel loved punishment. He loved to punish me with rough hands and sweet licks and my reward was to climax. Mostly, he enjoyed binding me to a chair, standing over my lap with his stiff cock in my face, forcing it in and out of my mouth until I would almost gag. Sometimes he would force me down on my knees, bending me over one of his thighs as he sits on the sofa. There, he would spank my buttcheeks sore but also now and then reward me by sliding one or two fingers inside my wet cunt. He would wet two fingers and playfully fuck me with them. I would have no other choice than to just obey his wishes or commands.

Other girls got easily very jealous because of me being The Colonels favorite. I didn't know why he had choosen me of all the girls. "You're the most obediant and best little schoolgirl I know." That's what he always tells me when he hands me over money after he's finished with me.

The Nazi Colonel loves punishment and the procedure was always the same.