Kim zooerotic stories youtube channelThe Bellyrider From Weimar I. The BaronessOder River, June 1945The Russian officer closed the documents folder with some disgust.“Baroness von Bulow? I am afraid, madam, that you sin doubly. Not only do you presume to use the old titles but also you are a German.”“Not only German, sir, Prussian by marriage. I appreciate you using the old style wording,” she said in perfect Russian.The woman was in her forties. She was haughty. Her cheekbones stood out, evidence of emaciation. The events of the last few months had given her a feral, look.“What do you mean?”The woman looked briefly around the room. They were alone except for the colonel’s aide.“You said ‘madam’, as befits and officer and a gentleman, like someone raised in pre-revolutionary Russia,” she said in French.The officer, a colonel of the guards, nodded and turned to his aide.“Captain, please leave us alone for a moment.”The colonel served himself a glass of vodka but did not offer the woman any. The woman noticed that he was missing one hand.“Let us be frank…madam. You seek passage to the west, to the American sector.”“The British will do. I have no liking for the French.”“As I was saying, you seek this passage for you and a group of refugees that followed you from the area of Posen.”“Yes, that is right. They belong to my husband’s estate.”“In other words, they were peasants held as property in the land of a Junker.”“My husband, before he returned to his regiment, instructed me to prepare the evacuation. He did not believe the assurances that came from the gauletiers that your army would be stopped. He knew the war was lost.”The officer opened the folder again.“Ah yes, your husband, a general in the Waffen SS. His division was destroyed at the Vistula. I heard he was captured and shot as a war criminal.”She paled for a moment. It was the first news she had of her husband’s fate.“My husband was inducted into the SS after July 20. And he was a convalescent, colonel, he could barely walk. I am sure you understand what that means. He really did not have to return to his division. Yet he did. I had to obey his instructions to the best of my ability. It was the least I could do.”“You organized the evacuation of your estate. And you managed to make your way through our spearheads.”“I started with 300 persons, civilians, mostly elderly, women, and children, colonel. Yes, we met your spearheads. The elderly and the children died quickly. I only can show20 survivors now, mostly men. Few women survived the mass rapes. I was fortunate to be one, colonel.”The officer lit a cigarette and looked at her fixedly through narrowed eyes.“You are Russian, madam.”“Yes, colonel, I am Russian, originally from St. Petersburg. I left the Motherland after the Great War.”“Leningrad,” he corrected her in a soft voice.“Yes, Leningrad.”“You are a White Russian exile and you married a Prussian nobleman.”“It’s a long story colonel.”“I should have you shot right away…madam…as a traitor and enemy of the people.”The colonel gave a couple of puffs to his cigarette and took another drink from his glass. He muttered briefly and threw his cigarette on the floor and put it out with his boot. Then he pulled paper and wrote a quick note and stamped it. He pushed it in front of her with his one hand.“Go on, whoever you really are. This gives you free passage for you and your group to the American lines. Do not stop! I don’t want to see you again, do you understand? Get out before I change my mind!”*****II. MarinaBerlin...

Chapter 1–Enrique winced painfully. This was the first time in his life that anythinghad been put into his butt anything bigger than his own finger. And that hadonly been when he had been experimenting during masturbation. No, this wasn’tsmall, like a finger, this was a full-sized erect horse cock. Enrique’s twosisters, Enez and Catalina had been tormenting him all afternoon. Ever sincethat morning when they found out he had a crush on Catalina’s friend, Maria,his life had been hell. Brazil was always a warm place for him and his familyto live, but he felt like he was on fire.Maria was a few years older and quite a bit more mature than Enrique. She wasalmost as tall at Enrique but Enrique was scared to death of her. She wasbeautiful and quick witted. She definitely kept Enrique on his toes each timeshe would whip through the living room of their family’s modest home. Enriquewould try to study and Maria would poke fun at him. He couldn’t stop thinkingabout her.So when he let it slip to his sister’s they immediately saw how greatly he feltfor her, and that was all they needed to make him their slave. Enrique’sMother was a belly rider and would be gone for days at a time with her horse.Enrique had never known his mother in any other way. He had long ago learnedthat she loved her husband as a friend and to help her produce children, buthad taken a horse as her true lover. It wasn’t common for women to do this inhis village. Most of the women who became belly riders did so without taking ahusband. Enrique’s mother wanted children and her husband wanted Enrique’sMother, in whatever way she would have him. She only left her saddle when sheabsolutely had to. Earlier in life she had managed to spend enough time outfrom under her horses to have sex with her husband. Enrique’s Dad loved hiswife more than anything and was willing to put up with her curious obsession.She eventually bore him three children and then decided the rest of her lifewas to be devoted to her true lovers. She spent every available waking momentmilking it’s huge cock with her tiny body.Catalina had begun her belly riding classes too. She was getting to be quitegood, but had opted not join the belly riding school until following year.That gave her plenty of time to torment her 18 year old brother after hestupidly announced his interest in her best friend. Catalina had immediatelycome up with a rather cruel punishment for trusting in her. Catalinaimmediately told Enrique that she was going to tell Maria.Entrique’s eyes widened and he pleaded with her not to. Catalina and Enez bothrealized that he was theirs. They contemplated loudly what they should ask himto do for them. Catalina got a perverse idea. She told him that her horse hadnot been ridden all day and that she didn’t plan on riding him. She toldEnrique that he must ride her horse for her. Enrique didn’t think that soundedso bad, until he realized what she meant. She meant under the horse. Hefigured it wouldn’t be a big deal, they’d just strap him in, and make fun ofhim for a little while and then let him go. The girls even promised that hewouldn’t even have to take off his clothes.Finally, worn down, Enrique agreed. Enez felt that he gave in a little tooeasily but it didn’t sink in at that moment. Both girls laughed and giggleduntil they finally got settled. They got him into her Catalina’s saddle. Theystrapped his legs and feet in and there he swung, under a horse, with his handsand feet bound. He pronounced that he did what they asked, now they had topromise not to tell Maria. That’s when Catalina went into the house. Enriquewas puzzled, but felt uneasy. His sisters...