Teenage Nazi

[Peleton]

Teenage Nazi

SS Captain Peter Mueller stopped in front of the double Oak doors labeled Special Projects Command - Colonel H. von Steger. He straightened his jacket, the front of his trousers, and rapped on the heavy wood.

“Enter.” came the command from within and he pushed down on the brass handle to open the door and stepped inside.

The Colonel was standing in front of tall windows watching foot traffic in the square below. She turned, smiled: “So Peter, what is on the agenda today?”

“Baroness, may I first say you look stunning again this morning.”

At 18 years old, Heidi von Steger was indeed a beautiful young woman who arrived at this point and place in time through a series of good and bad luck. Her parents, up-and-coming members of the Nazi establishment had been killed in a plane crash and her uncle, Heinrich Himmler, had assumed guardianship. Her godfather, Adolf Hitler, always gave into her every whim including her desire following the death of her parents to serve the Fatherland. She inherited her Father's title and was now Baroness. Her uncle appointed her Colonel of the SS, in part so he could keep a close eye on her. Her beauty was recognized for years throughout the elite of Germany since Hitler's rise to power. So had her ability to play perfectly on the edge of convention in German society. She was a graduate of the Max Planck Institute and last year won the coveted Führer's Trophy as best pistol shot in the entire German military establishment.

She turned to her adjutant and smiled. She had already removed her black uniform jacket. Her custom-tailored white uniform shirt contrasted perfectly with her red and black armband and her black leather jodhpurs and riding boots. The tailored shirt emphasized the thin waist and full breasts that never failed to turn heads regardless of what she was wearing. Her armband held the initials A.H. inside the swastika, marking her as a member of the innermost circle of the Führer's advisers and confidants.

“Baroness, your uncle has sent a representative from Grupps arms works to see you this morning. They are anxious to bid on a contract for sidearms for the SS. With your experience on the national pistol team, he believes your evaluation will be valuable.”

“That is certainly a different way to start the morning instead of the usual paperwork. Bring him in. And Peter…..”

“Yes Baroness?”

“You are looking particularly fine yourself this morning.”

The Captain smiled, bowed and snapped off a perfect fascist salute: “Heil Hitler”, turned and left the room. He returned presently with a perfect male specimen of the Aryan race in tow.

“Baroness I have the pleasure of presenting Herr Tedfurg of the Grupps Armament Company.”

Tedfurg bowed, mouth slightly agape as he took in the young Colonel. It was obvious to Captain Mueller that both of the other parties in the room were checking each other out and, that an obvious spark of chemistry already had taken hold.

The Baroness advanced deliberately emphasizing the sound of her boots across the marble floor and extended her hand, “A pleasure to meet you, please come and be seated. Peter why don't you sit with us for now.”

Herr Tedfurg took the proffered hand, pausing momentarily and then brought it to his lips and kissed it deferentially rather than shaking. “Thank you, is it Colonel or Baroness?”

“Baroness”, Peter interjected.

“So, you have something to show me this morning?” the Baroness asked. She noticed a tent developing in the front of her visitor’s pants and a smirk, just a slight smirk developed on her own lips.

Yes, Baroness. We have been working on a new pistol. It is best described as a combination of the standard Luger and the American 1911. But we have made some interesting adaptations, which I think you will find particularly valuable. Firstly, it contains a built-in silencer. It will reduce about 94% of the noise of firing with essentially no decrement in muzzle velocity or accuracy. Furthermore, the nature of the design adds less than a centimeter to the barrel length. Secondly, we have also allowed for customization of the trigger and grip to accommodate different hand sizes. Tedfurg reached into his leather valise and removed a small box that could have come from an upscale jeweler. Opening it, he presented the box much the same way a jeweler would present an expensive necklace.

The Baroness made a slight gasp, reached and carefully withdrew the pistol. “My God it is beautiful. Surely this is not a production model. This looks like gold on the trigger guard, the safety and the magazine release.”

“Yes, Baroness it is gold and it is a gift to you - in part as a thank you for using our pistol when you won the national championships. The production model will be all steel but otherwise identical.”

The 18-year-old analyzed the weight of the pistol in her hand while continuing to admire the obvious craftsmanship that went into its design and construction. She stood, extending her arm to the aiming position and then brought the pistol down to her waist and brought it up to breast height couple of times noticing that Tedfurg’s eyes moved to her chest rather than following the pistol itself. The tent in his pants was also enlarging.

“It is absolutely beautiful and feels so perfect in my hand.” She waved the pistol in front of her almost like she was swatting at a fly. “I love it. I must try it with my shooting gloves”, she said, walking to her desk. She laid the pistol top of the desk and opened a drawer and took out black lambskin gloves, tugging them on, smoothing them out and then picking the pistol up again. “Oh, this is even better.” Examining the pistol closely she turned to Tedfurg, “I'm quite familiar with the 1911; I take it this is the magazine release. The weight suggests it's loaded.”

“Yes, of course, Baroness. That would be the only way for you to evaluate it properly. I hope you don't mind. You being an expert, I thought to do otherwise would be impertinent.”

She smiled then stared away briefly as if taken with another thought. She reached into her desk with her free hand, picked up a piece of paper, crumpled and dropped it into the wastepaper basket. Pressing the intercom on her desk:

“At your service Baroness.”

“Find the Jew Bitch who is cleaning the offices and send her in immediately.”

“Forgive me gentlemen, I need to indulge myself for a few moments. Actually, Paul, why don't you attend to that other matter we discussed.”

The SS captain stood immediately, smiled: “Of course Baroness, I think that would be wise. If you will excuse me.” He walked to the door and opened it just as an orderly was about to do the same from the other side. He stepped sideways to allow the captain to exit and then pushing a middle-aged woman in a cleaner’s outfit in front, he announced: “As you requested Baroness.” Then he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

“Come here Jew. Tell me what you see in this basket.” pointing to the trash container near her feet.

The cleaner scurried closer, glanced down and replied, “It's a ball of paper Baroness.”

“Isn't it your job to make sure the basket is emptied every morning before I get here? Or did you forget?”

“No Baroness. I cleaned and tidied and removed all the trash as I do every morning.”

The blonde Nazi glanced at her guest and smiled, “You lying Jewish Bitch” and drew her arm back and slapped the cleaner across the face with her new pistol. The woman yelped but amazingly stayed on her feet only to receive a backhand from the pistol across the other cheek. “I will not tolerate this kind of incompetence.” Heidi grabbed a handful of hair of the hapless cleaner and pushed her face into the wastebasket causing her to fall to her knees. “Does that look like the basket been emptied?”

“No Baroness, but I swear I did it this morning.”

“Are you calling me a liar, Jew?”

“Never Baroness.”

The 18-year-old smiled, “Keep your fucking head in the basket while I decide what to do with you.” She returned to the sitting area where by now Mr. Tedfurg was standing his, erection very evident in his trousers. “Yes, Mr. Tedfurg, “This is absolutely perfect.” she said displaying the pistol before placing it on the coffee table. She opened the silver box on the table and withdrew a cigarette and a black holder. “Please, help yourself.” offering her guest the cigarette box. After Tedfurg had withdrawn one and picked up the Silver lighter on the table, she twisted the cigarette into her holder and accepted Tedfurg's offer to light it. As Tedfurg lit his own cigarette she reached for the bulge in his pants and squeezed it. “Very impressive,” she said as she leaned closer, her breasts against his chest and putting her mouth on his. She pushed her tongue forward exploring him before drawing her head back, “I hope you don't mind me taking care of business this morning.”

“Not at all Baroness.”

“Then kiss me again,” she said leaning into him even closer so that she pressed against his cock, now as hard and as thick as it had ever been in all his life. The embrace and kiss lasted several seconds. Then the young Nazi turned and pressed her ass against his crotch. Tedfurg responded by grinding against her. In total control now, she slowly brought the holder up to her lips took a drag and exhaled: “Crawl over here Jew and keep your eyes to the floor.” As the cleaner complied, she reached behind, found Tedfurg's zipper, pulled it down and pulled his cock from his pants. She grabbed the Jew by the hair, jerked her head up and making a half turn pulled her directly in front of Tedfurg's prick. “You have insulted me in front of this gentleman. Take that into your fucking mouth and make yourself useful.”

The cleaner quickly took Tedfurg's cock into her mouth all the while keeping her hands at her side and began slurping and sucking. Heidi turned her attention back to Tedfurg and took one of his hands and pressed it between her legs. “Perhaps I should not have worn my jodhpurs today,” and then kissed him deeply again.

Tedfurg moaned and reached for the Jew, grabbing her head and forcing her mouth back and forth on his prick. “Baroness I'm going to cum.”

She stepped back and watched as Tedfurg exploded his load into the hapless Jew’s mouth, his climax and relief obvious. She had retrieved her pistol into her right hand after clenching her cigarette holder between her perfect teeth. Deliberately, she pulled the slide back on the new pistol sending a round into the chamber. Tedfurg could see the flush in her cheeks, and her stiff nipples, obvious signs of her sexual excitement, though the fabric of her uniform shirt.

Moving cigarette holder to her left hand she turned slightly to give Tedfurg a view of her stunning profile; “Get out of here, you Jew Bitch, get out now!”

The cleaning lady stood, turned and started to the office door making it almost half way when there was muted “PSSsst” in the room. The Jew staggered, tried to take another step when the Baroness, pistol in her right hand, held at waist level, fired again. Two red blotches were growing slowly on the cleaner’s back; she swayed but did not fall. Heidi smiled, reached up with her left hand to her breast so she could trap her nipple between her thumb and her cigarette holder, squeezed the nipple hard, moaned and then fired 2 shots quickly, then a brief pause and then a final shot into the center of the cleaner’s back through the lower part of her spine. Her legs collapsed, she fell hard to the marble floor, motionless, lifeless. Heidi stepped up closer to her victim, dragged through her holder, then kicked the hapless woman’s face hard with her boot: “Fucking Jew!”

She turned now to Tedfurg, who in spite of his recent blow job was masturbating furiously and a torrent of ropey cum soon gave proof his second orgasm. “You better put that away Herr Tedfurg”, Heidi instructed. As Tedfurg, breathing heavily, stuffed his cock back in his pants, Heidi returned to her desk, put out her cigarette, laid the pistol on the desk and pressed the talk button on her intercom; “Get someone to clean up the filth in my office. I’m going out for lunch with Herr Tedfurg.”