For The Love Of Heroes

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Carmel Gregg was an eighteen year old private in the American Army.
She was now a prisoner of war. She was tall, lean and pale with long,
black hair and almond shaped green eyes. Carmel wore the typical khaki
uniform top and skirt of an Army woman.


She shared a barracks with Hogan, Newkirk, Kinch, LeBeau and Carter.
Carmel always seemed to be starting unnecessary trouble with Colonel
Wilhelm Klink, the commandant of Stalag 13.


Carmel stood on the snow covered porch that was attached to Klink's
office and private quarters. When Klink stepped out, Carmel picked up a
bucket of ice cold water and splashed it on him.


"Schultz! Take her to my private quarters! I am going to deal with
this young lady personally!" Klink cried.


"Why do you do this, liebchen? I know you're a very nice young lady."
Schultz said. Carmel didn't respond.


"She's done it now. I wonder what Klink's going to do to her." Hogan said to his crew.
Schultz put her in Klink's private quarters.


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After ten minutes, a dry Klink entered. Carmel smiled and opened her legs.
It gave Klink a clear view of a pantyless crotch. Carmel knew that she was playing
right into Klink's plan. Klink felt himself harden slightly.


"So, you think that you can treat a German officer like this." He said.


"Like what?" Carmel asked.


"Gregg! You know very well what I'm talking about. About throwing a bucket
of water on an officer!" Klink snapped.


Klink noticed Carmel running her hand slowly along her lean, toned thigh.
More blood rushed to Klink's crotch.


Carmel couldn't help but notice the front of his trousers.
Carmel noticed the buldge that had formed there. She knew there was something
kinky about most German men: defined nose, broad, long, elegant hands and all.
There was certainly something appealing about some of them. Carmel bit her lip
as she realized she how very attracted she was to German men.


"Stand up." Klink snapped, snapping Carmel out of her daze.
Klink came toward her and back handed Carmel.


"Colonel." She moaned softly. Klink smiled at the mark that formed on
Carmel's cheek. He back handed her again for good measure. Carmel smiled softly
at this display of brutality from the typically meek colonel. Klink roughly
kissed her. He put so much passion into the kiss that it left Carmel weak in the knees.


Carmel was instantly enchanted by the older man’s touch. He was rough
underneath his meek, simpering exterior. She loved this side of Wilhelm Klink.
He was suddenly so forceful and angry. It had taken Carmel exactly seven days,
four hours and thirty-six minutes since she had arrived at Stalag 13 to get Klink
in this frame of mind. There was something enticing about this side of Wilhelm Klink.


Klink’s hands caressed Carmel's waist and up towards her breasts. The cold
weather had hardened Carmel's nipples. Klink began quickly undoing the buttons on her
shirt. She was now naked. His hardened penis was throbbing against her hip, a small
smirk on his lips.


Klink unbuttoned the front of his pants revealing a hard cock that was,
as Carmel had suspected, quite impressive. He grabbed her by the shoulders and
pressed her against the couch. He entered her quickly and forcefully as Carmel moaned softly.


She cried out as he fucked her senseless. He fucked her hard and fast.
She knew that he was punishing her for what she had done. Colonel Klink came
into Carmel with a groan.


"Don't ever do that again!" Klink fixed his clothing. He back handed her a third time.


"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Carmel responded softly as she half heartedly
saluted. He left Carmel standing there in the cold quarters. Carmel reached up and
touched the spot where Klink had hit her. She got up and put on her uniform.


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