white-ram: Sheryl Greenburg was the foremost agent of the Semitic Resistance that had formed in the
white-ram: Sheryl Greenburg was the foremost agent of the Semitic Resistance that had formed in the Aryan empire.Emphasis on “was.”Sure, Sheryl had the best training on how to resist torture, but her trainers had never taught her how to resist pleasure.When she was first captured and blind folded, she mentally prepared herself for any pain that might await her. When they blindfolded her, she prepared herself for any psychological torment they had prepared. When they stripped her, she tensed her muscles in preparation for blow torches, fire hoses, knives, and needles.When they began on her buttocks with the riding crop, her body jumped in shock. The pain was nowhere what she was expecting, but soft, teasing, but with a sharp edge to it. When she felt a black gloved hand clamp firmly around her kike-cunt, as if in ownership, while the blows continued to rain down on her quickly reddening back-end, her blood began to run cold as her skin heated up. In training, she told that Aryan’s never raped their captives, for fear of diluting their bloodline. She was thoroughly unprepared for this, despite her long years of hard training her body to the peak of jewish form. When finally a white black cloaked finger invaded the folds of her labia, she found a cry of unwanted pleasure begin to form in the back of her throat, only for it to be quickly stifled with an expertly place gag over her opened mouth. For the first month of her captivity, they kept her gagged and blindfolded at all times they were present in her small concrete slave cell, only decorated with a large swastika painted on the walls. For the first two weeks, this greatly perplexed her, if they wanted her to talk, why keep her gagged at all times?Sure, at first she tried to find a way out of her predicament, but after each of her daily sessions she found her resolve slipping, little by little. She found herself craving the feel of the fascist glove on her crotch, the fascist whip on her rear, which for the first month was her only source of human contact, and truly, her first true feeling of human pleasure. Having been trained from birth to fight the Aryans, she had no time for boyfriends as a girl, and even as she matured, she found that the Jewish men she fought along to be entirely uninteresting as sex objects, with their absurd jewfros, and often squat, hairy, nearly middle eastern bodies. Despite having the form of a modern day Salome, the famed jewish temptress, her life until now had been entirely sexless.After the first month, they finally ungagged her, but they asked her no questions, and she found nothing but cries of pleasure come from her lips. Words were her enemy now. Not words of betrayal, but words of pleasure. As long as she could keep from uttering anything obscene during her sessions, she could keep telling herself that she wasn’t enjoying her treatment, that each cry was one of pain and disgust, not indolent and sinful joy. By the halfway point of the second month, this barrier had broken too. Sheryl hadn’t intended it, and in the moment she didn’t even think of it, but afterward she immediately regretted it. It was at the end of one of her hours long “torture” sessions, and right as she was perilously close to another one on her prolonged orgasms, she felt the gloved hand of her newfound master retreat from her cunt, he vaginal walls quaking in frustration at its withdrawl. Without a thought she uttered one one-syllable word that would prove to be her damnation:“More!”After her declaration, the room went silent, the shuffling boots of the binder and whipper went silent, and she heard from the glove-man in front of her a single sound: a short, conceited laugh. Whether this was out of surprise or at her expense, Sheryl couldn’t know, as the men then shortly left, leaving her bindings in tact for a change, leaving Sheryl to not only be unable to remove her blindfold, but unable to attend to her own aching cunt.In her weariness the next day, Sheryl didn’t even notice the men come in. But when she felt the familiar feel of black leather gloves firmly clamp themselves on her still reddened-behind, she perked up immediately. But not even this new sensation could prepare her for what would happen next.The sensation was warm at first. Inviting even. She could feel the pressure slowly build outside of her labia as some new foreign object slowly made its way inside, mounting in pressure as did her shameful wetness at being penetrated so by a mortal enemy. When her foe finally thrusted this strange object fully inside, she gritted her teeth and tried to stifle her cry. Her back arched as she tried to contain herself; she had not expected to have her first orgasm so quickly!It took Sheryl a while to finally regrasp her senses as the man pounded away at her. She hadn’t put it together at first, but now there was no mistake. The object was far too large to be the man’s fingers, and far too warm to be a dildo. This was the cock of her enemy, and she had come like a bitch in heat from the first penetration. The man seemed to viciously pound away at her poor kike pussy for hours and hours, with seemingly unlimited endurance as she came and came again. The few times she felt a voluminous squirt of warm liquid, which she rightfully and fearfully guessed was his semen, his hardness showed no sign of abating, even when he finally pulled out he was still nearly as hard as when he had started!Sheryl had heard of the white man’s “Aryan Fury,” but she had never expected to experience it quite like this!The sessions continued the same way day after day, each time with Sheryl slowly becoming more and more vocal, as the barriers in her mind between friend and foe, joy and hatred, slowly began to break down, until they finally switched places!“Uuuuughhhh…you big…Aryan dicked…Bastard!”“Come on and…aw..aw…aw…fuck me you filthy Aryan!“You monsters! You’ll never….owwww…yes..yes! Right there! Come on!”“Please…please…put it inside me!”“I’m sorry I’m such a dirty little kike sir! Please, PLEASE, give me your Aryan cock!”Before long, the kike was mewling like a kitten and arching her shapley semetic ass out, presenting it to her new master. Sheryl Greenberg, Hebrew Warrior was dead and gone, and in her place was Sheryl Greenberg, the pliant Jewess sexkitten!When her new masters felt her brainwashing was finally complete, they cut her bindings and finally removed her blindfold in their presence. On her knees, Sheryl stood in aw of her black gloved, Fascist master, a blond haired blue eyed warrior, muscled but lithe, in a tight black SS uniform, arms crossed and legs spread, with the only flesh below the neck being his large engorged white Aryan member, with the Swastika on the wall as his ultimate backdrop.Knowing what to do almost instinctively, Sheryl crawled on hands and knees over to her new master. As she rose her face up to cock height, she flashed him a coy smile, and with a small nazi salute, she uttered the ultimate betrayal to her people:“Heil Hitler!”Sheryl then dutifully and worshipfully placed her lips on his cock head, and lovingly began to suck his Aryan cock…. Damn Heil Hitler -- source link