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Jean-Pierre Reno watched as an SS captain and his driver stopped to relieve themselves in the bushes, he picked up a rock and threw it hard away from the road. The two men looked around. “Hans go see what that was.” Yes, Jean-Pierre thought, go see the rock I threw. The driver trotted off obediently leaving the captain to watch the road. Jean-Pierre grabbed another rock and snuck up behind the captain, he hit him over the head and dragged him back into the woods he tied him up quickly and when Hans came back Jean-Pierre shot him then dragged the captain further into the woods and waited.
The captain came awake slowly; he tried to move then looked around him finding Jean-Pierre. “Release me at once,” he shouted. “I do not think I will do that, you and your kind have a lot to answer for.” “They will look for me, my driver will…” “No he will not, I shot him, but they will look for you when they miss you. They just will not find you,” Jean-Pierre freed the captain’s legs he aimed his gun. “Up or I shoot you now,” the captain struggled to his feet. “Go ahead of me down that path,” Jean-Pierre indicated the left hand path, the captain started down it. “What do you intend doing with me?” “You will find out, filthy nazi pig,” eventually they reached a large house. Jean-Pierre slammed the butt of his gun into the captain’s head; he went down as if poleaxed. Jean-Pierre dragged him into the house and down through a trapdoor into the large cavern that the house was built over. Jean-Pierre felt the eyes of his other prisoners boring into his back, watching as he stripped the captain until he was naked then chained him to rings in the rock wall. He opened a cupboard removed a whip and locked his gun in it and freed the prisoner he’d captured first of all. The man knelt before him; Jean-Pierre moved away and sat in a large throne-like chair. “You know what to do,” the man whimpered and crawled towards him, he reached for Jean-Pierre’s trousers opening them and freeing his penis. He whimpered again, a blow from Jean-Pierre’s whip forced him into action, he sucked Jean-Pierre’s penis up into his mouth and soon had Jean-Pierre panting in arousal. Jean-Pierre grabbed his head jamming him down onto his penis. “Come on, Nazi Pig, drink me down,” Jean-Pierre shot loads of cum into the mouth of the prisoner. “Now wake that thing I brought in,” another whimper and the prisoner scurried to obey, using his hands and lips to bring the captain to arousal. The captain blinked and stared at the other men hanging on the walls and then at the naked prisoner sucking on him. The captain tried to stop him but the prisoner knew what would happen if he stopped and he didn’t fancy Jean-Pierre beating him now or any other time, and Jean-Pierre had forced him to suck all the others as he caught them. Jean-Pierre kicked him in the balls then dragged him back to his position on the wall and chained him there. He left going up the stairs and closing the trapdoor the only leaving only the storm lantern to give light to their situation. Upstairs, Jean-Pierre moved the rug over the trapdoor and replaced the dining table so that the legs of the table were in the indentations in the rug. He placed a board with some meat carved into chops on it. Just in time, he thought, as someone started pounding on the door. He rubbed his hands over the meat and went to answer the door, he found four SS troopers there with their guns at the ready. “Yes, can I help you?” “Someone shot and killed the driver of a staff car, the officer is missing. Did he perhaps come here,” the sergeant said. “No, I have seen no one all day. But please feel free to search the barns and my house.” “Danke. You men take the barns,” the sergeant said, he followed Jean-Pierre into the house. “Your house is not big?” “No, but it’s big enough for me.” “And your wife?” “My wife died two years ago and to our regret we had no children. So the farm will go to my nephew. Excuse the mess in the kitchen I was just preparing some chops. Here’s my papers,” he said as he pulled them out of his jacket, which was hanging on a hook behind the door. The sergeant gave them a cursory glance. He had no reason to suspect the man they’d not heard of him causing trouble. “Where is your nephew?” “Ah he left for England at the beginning of the war. So I expect he’s in the Free French Army under De Gaulle or he’s come back to lead a resistance cell somewhere I haven’t seen him for sometime and please do not expect me to divulge his name or his whereabouts if I did know them.” “Of course, I would be reluctant too. But you think he is in England?” “Yes.” “Thank you, we will not detain you any further,” the sergeant left and called his men. Jean-Pierre fried one of the chops and served it up with a couple of potatoes and vegetables. Once finished he figured that the troopers would have moved on by then. He cleared away then made his way back down to the cavern. He untied the first. “Get that,” he pointed to the captain, “spread out, face down,” the first nodded and moved to do his bidding. Soon the captain was spread-eagled facing the St Andrews cross. “Soon Captain, you will submit, this others already do,” the captain shook his head. “You’ll see,” Jean-Pierre picked up his whip, stepped back and lashed it down onto the captain’s back, the captain bit his lip to keep from screaming. Three hours later, Jean-Pierre had the first turn him round. “Look over there,” Jean-Pierre said indicating a man opposite the captain. “Do you recognise him,” the captain’s eyes widened as he recognised the colonel. “I have a special client for him and looking at you I think he may take you too. Watch.” Jean-Pierre walked over to the colonel’s spread body, he lifted the colonel’s cook and severed it at the base close to the skin. Then he cauterised the wound with an iron. He threw the cock to the first who immediately ate it, tearing at it with his teeth. Jean-Pierre laughed at the colonel’s scream. “You’ve still got your balls you’ll feel the desire without having a way of gaining release. Now for the captain, I told you remember a special client,” Jean-Pierre did the same to him then with the others he took the balls and left their cocks. “You’re all adults, because you’ve probably wanked and fucked your cocks will be able to become erect. Your owners will teach you to give yourselves to their clients in the whorehouses. You’re going to become sex slaves in the brothels of Turkey,” a knock sounded and Jean-Pierre turned and walked to a wooden door at the opposite end of the cavern to the door up to his house. If you like this let me know and I'll extend it.
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