Concentration Camp Cunt

Nazi slut begins working for new SS commander and quickly finds out she is expected to be his whore.

Lagerkommandant Karl-Heinz Vogel sat calmly on the soft brown leather sofa in his new study.

It was 5.57am and still dark outside. There was a large fire blazing and several lamps lit, which gave the room a warm feeling, and the Lagerkommandant quite liked the place so far. He had just finished his breakfast – 2 soft-boiled eggs, 1 slice of toast and 1 sausage – the same breakfast he ate every morning at the very same time, 5.30am.

He had only just arrived at Gross-Rosen concentration camp the evening before, as he had been appointed as the new Lagerkommandant, or camp commander. The previous holder of the position had somehow run foul of Herr Himmler, a not very wise thing to do. As a result, he had been stripped of his rank, removed from the SS and shipped off to the front line at Stalingrad.

Karl was not sure exactly how the previous commander had messed up, and he didn't really care to ask. What mattered now was that he had been appointed the new Lagerkommandant, yet another promotion, and another opportunity which he didn't intend to waste.

When the previous commander had been removed, all the house servants whom he had chosen from the camp had been "disposed of" for security reasons. And so when Karl arrived, he found only a cook to greet him, a German woman from a nearby village. In 3 more days, however, some trains would arrive carrying Jews and other undesirables for the camp, and he would then be able to choose some new staff from amongst them. Until then it would be just himself, the cook and his new assistant, who was due to come report for duty at 6am.

Karl looked up at the clock. 5.58. He hoped that she would not be late, as he detested those who were not punctual.

His wife and two kids had remained at her mother's in the German countryside. As it was only 2 weeks before Christmas, it was decided that he would travel ahead to the camp and that they would join him in the new year. In that way he would have time to organise, make the place comfortable and iron out any problems before they arrived. He would also prepare the family quarters and hire a governess from the nearby town to teach his kids, 14-year-old twins, Greta and Heinz. He quite missed his children; his wife, on the other hand, not so much so.

So for now the only family he had was his 3-year-old German shepherd, Nero, who had travelled along with him from the city the previous day.

5.59

Karl thought about how good life had been to him, how good the war had been to him. Only 10 years ago he had been a 38-year-old bank clerk, struggling to survive in Berlin with a wife and two young kids. But he saw which way the wind was blowing and joined the SS quite early. Initially it brought only hardship, but once the Führer took power, life changed, and opportunity after opportunity opened to him as he worked his way up the ranks. He was not a true believer, not like Himmler or others; he believed to some degree, of course, but the SS to him was more about survival and becoming the man he knew he was meant to be.

6am... the door knocked.

"Impressive," he thought to himself, noting that she knocked the very second the hand struck 12. Extremely punctual.

"Enter," he said, raising his voice.

The door opened, his new assistant Kommandantursekretärin Ingrid Weiss entered, closed the door and then walked to a few feet in infront of Karl.

"Heil Hitler," she said, snapping her hand up and giving a firm salute.

"Heil Hitler," Karl replied a little less enthusiastically, picking up the file which was sitting beside him on the sofa.

"Frau Weiss, I assume?"

"Yes, Lagerkommandant," she replied firmly, staring directly ahead.

The commander pretended to read through her file as she stood silently in front of him. The fact was he had already read it several times and done a complete background check on her and her family. Unlike him, she was indeed a true believer in National Socialism; she had joined the Hitler Youth as a teen, excelled and was recruited into the SS when she became an adult. Extremely intelligent, dedicated and ruthless, her file said.

He took his time and slowly looked her up and down. He had already known from the photo in her file that she was an attractive woman, but that photo really didn't do her justice.

At 24 years of age, Ingrid Weiss was 5 ft 5 and athletically built. She had blonde wavy hair which reached down to her shoulders, grey-blue eyes and a small nose. She had a strong jawline, good cheekbones and perfectly smooth skin. She almost seemed the perfect Aryan, the kind of person that the Reich put on its propaganda posters. He couldn't fully make out her shape, as she was dressed in her black SS uniform. The uniform was immaculate, the jacket plain black except for her SS badge on the chest and swastika on her left arm. She wore a matching black skirt which reached down to just above her knees and black leather boots which came up to just below them. Her knees were bare, and her snow-white skin contrasted perfectly against the jet-black uniform. She had a leather belt with a silver buckle around her waist, drawn tight, which gave a little hint of her womanly shape below.

She was absolutely beautiful. Karl thought there was no other word for it, but there was also a coldness and cruelty about her which he detected.

"So how was your trip from Berlin, Frau Weiss?" He asked her. "I hope everything went smoothly."

"Yes, Lagerkommandant." She replied again.

"Just call me commander," he said, "at least when we are alone. When others are around, then you can call me Lagerkommandant."

"Yes, commander."

"So as I am sure you know, we currently have no staff; a train will arrive in a few days, and we can choose some then. You will have decided beforehand exactly how many staff we need and for which roles. What I want you to do today is travel to the nearby town and find me some candidates for a governess; my children will arrive in a few weeks' time."

"Yes, commander."

"A guard will drive you there. They should be well educated, find about five good candidates and have them here so I can interview them at, say, 3pm. Understood?"

"Perfectly, commander," she said, still staring ahead.

"But first, Frau Weiss," he said, "have a seat."

Ingrid looked around confused. There was no other chair nearby, and there were files on the sofa beside the commander. She looked at him questioningly.

The Commander didn't say anything but pointed to the floor at his feet. This request seemed very odd, but the girl knew better than to disobey an SS leader, so she took a step towards him and hesitantly sat down on the ground in front of him, with her legs tucked under her."

The commander smiled. "Good girl," he said.

Ingrid smiled back, more from nerves than anything else, and as she did, she glanced directly at the commander's face. It was hard, tough and emotionless, and she felt extremely intimidated by him.

"Do you understand, Frau Weiss," he said calmly, "that obeying me is obeying the Führer, and disobeying me is disobeying him?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, Lagerkomma... commander."

"Open my trousers." He commanded.

"So it is this," Ingrid thought to herself. "It always is."

She had been made to do sexual acts before, and at this stage she concluded that most men, if given power, would be the same, but her duty was to the Reich, and if helping such powerful men benefited the Reich, then it was her duty to comply.

So as ordered, she reached forward with both hands and started unbuttoning the commander's trousers, and as she did so, she could see and feel that his cock was already hard. She unbuttoned one button after the other, keeping her head down and not looking him in the face.

Karl was extremely horny. He had known the second he saw her photo that he would have to have her, but he didn't plan to so soon. However, when she entered the room this morning, he was already getting hard, and the sight of her creamy skin around her knees was too much, and he felt compelled to act.

It was a risk, of course, but he knew from experience that men like himself are usually obeyed in such situations.

"Yes, that's it," he moaned as the young woman reached into his trousers and took his cock out. Her small hands looked amazing wrapped around his 7-inch cock, which was now throbbing red and leaking pre-cum.

"Suck it," he commanded.

Ingrid immediately obeyed, reaching forward and taking him into her mouth. His cock tasted salty from the pre-cum, a taste she never really liked, but she ignored it and started to move her head up and down on the commander's cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could before letting it slide out again, jerking the base of the cock with her hands as she sucked him.

"That's it, keep sucking it, slut," the commander moaned. "Eat that dick."

As the girl sucked him, he placed his hands on her head and rubbed them through her hair, slowly forcing her up and down as he did so.

"Cock-sucking bitch," he moaned. "Fuck yes, that's it."

As his beautiful assistant continued giving him a blow job, the commander knew that he wouldn't last long. He had been so busy the past few weeks, preparing to move here, that he couldn't remember the last time he had cum.

Ingrid also sensed that he was getting close as he was pushing her head up and down harder now.

"Keep going, you dirty cunt; you're my fucking whore now. I own you, cunt." He groaned. "I am going to use your dirty fuckholes every day, bitch. Fuck yes..."

The commander's words startled Ingrid. She knew that many men liked to talk dirty, and she had been called a slut by more than one, something she never paid much attention to. This, however, seemed different. This man, who only several minutes ago was so calm, was now roughly face-fucking her while he said the most degrading and filthy things. And unlike the other men, he seemed to really mean it.

"I'm going to cum soon, whore; don't fucking stop." The truth was she couldn't have stopped if she wanted; he had taken her hair in both hands and was now brutally shoving his cock into her mouth as he pulled her up and down on it. It was sore, and it was hard to breathe, and Ingrid had gagged a few times as his hard cock banged against her tonsils.

She was actually a little frightened now, yet at the same time her pussy was absolutely soaking, and she was squeezing her thighs together and then releasing them to try to relieve her own horniness. It wasn't working.

Suddenly with a loud moan, the commander started to cum. "Eat that bitch; don't spill a drop," he ordered her as he shot load after load into her mouth. The woman swallowed it with great difficulty, frightened that she might spill a drop, as she was not sure what this man was capable of or how he would react.

He continued moaning as he thrust into her mouth with less and less effort, draining himself, while Ingrid sucked him. He held her there for a few seconds until she could feel his cock softening inside her mouth, then suddenly he let go of her hair.

"Stand back up, Frau Weiss," he ordered, his voice returning to its same calm tone as before.

Ingrid wiped her mouth with her hand, then standing up, she pulled her skirt down, as it had risen up her thighs when the commander was face-fucking her. She took a step back and stood to attention, staring straight ahead, no emotion visible on her face.

The commander tucked his wilted cock back into his trousers and then buttoned them up and then cleared his throat.

"So Frau Kommandantursekretärin," he said to her. "I assume you remember your orders for this morning."

"Yes, commander," Ingrid replied. She would go and find a governess for the commander's children, but first she intended to go back to her room, strip off and finger herself senseless until she cums. She was feeling so flustered and frustrated with horniness that she could feel her cunt walls pulsating.

"Then that will be all. The commander said "you are dismissed"

She quickly raised her arm, "Heil Hitler!", turned around and went to the door.

As she opened it and went to leave, he called her again.

"One more thing, Frau Weiss."

She stopped. "Yes, commander?"

"Remember those things I said while you sucked me?"

She felt like telling him not to worry about it; there was no need to apologise, as it was only words, but before she could, he continued.

"I meant everything I said. I own you now. You are my whore; I will use you when, how and wherever I want. I just hope we are clear on that matter."

"Yes, Lagerkommandant, understood," Ingrid said quietly, not knowing if she should laugh or cry.

The slightest smile crossed Karl's lips. "Good. And you are not to cum or try to make yourself cum without my permission. I know what sluts like you get up to when they are alone. Now get to work."

She left. The commander looked at the clock.

6.17am: time for him to get to work also.

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This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a long series, which will get much more extreme and nasty as it progresses.