The love affair between evil and good

I sat on the leather swivel chair behind the huge hardwood desk and observed the Office carefully. The typical rococo-style interior decoration looked so noble and elegant, and there were large pieces of red wood burning in the fireplace. The faint fragrance of pine wood makes people feel sleepy. All this really makes me feel like I am in an illusion. ��In the past years, it seems that I have always been accompanied by the SMall space of the tank cockpit, the pungent SMell of engine oil, and the choking gun SMoke. Ever since I graduated from the SS Officer's School in Stuttgart in 1934, I have been a commander of the Third Reich, no, probably the best front-line tank unit commander on the European continent. From Warsaw to Paris and then to the gates of Moscow, I performed outstanding services for the Third Reich and the great Führer. ��Until the summer of 1942, I created a miracle in the history of war in the great battle of the Kursk Bulge, but it also ended my career as a tank soldier. When the great German army had no choice but to enter a strategic retreat. , as the major commander of the assault tank battalion directly under the SS "Adolf Hitler" division, I was ordered to lead fifTeen V (Panther) tanks to screen the right wing of the main force. ��On the second day of the retreat operation, I encountered the main force of the Soviet 9th Guards Tank Army trying to divide the right wing of our army. In the next two days, the fifTeen V-type tanks under my command We repelled successive attacks by 124 Soviet T-34 tanks. When the second tank group commanded by General Hoth arrived to support me, there were 76 T-34 tanks remaining in front of my position. of the wreckage. For this I was awarded the third Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, and became the only soldier on the Eastern Front to receive three such medals. ��However, the great honor also cost me an equally huge price. My back was severely burned, the fibula and tibia of my left leg were comminutedly fractured, and my right eye was hit by a falling object from the inner wall of the tank. Reducing the vision of this eye to below 0.4 means that I can no longer quickly detect and hunt targets through the tank periscope. In other words, I can no longer be a tank soldier. ��of course, the empire and the head of state will not let the heroes in the battle lie idle. After I had been recuperating in the pleasant Mediterranean climate of southern Italy for five months, Berlin hoped that I could go to the Eastern Front General Staff to serve as the assistant director of the Operations Division. However, those in the army who had the traditional "Teutonic Knight" spirit The generals strongly resisted this appointment out of an inexplicable dislike of the "black-shirted thugs" (as orthodox Wehrmacht Officers have called the Führer's Guards since March 1, no matter how good we were on the battlefield). °°They repeatedly emphasized that my physical condition, especially my eyesight, was absolutely incompetent for heavy map work. The Chief of General Staff, General Jodl, obviously agreed with this view, so my appointment was rejected. ��All this made the top leaders of the party committee and army very angry, so our leader Heydrich. Himmler personally issued an order to transfer me from the SS combat unit to the security force, the infamous Skull Force, and promoted me to SS Major General to serve in occupied Poland.Security commander of the Kolakov region. It was clear that this unconventional promotion was a form of revenge and demonstration by the SS leader. But I have serious doubts about its effectiveness. In fact, the Wehrmacht Officers would not be even remotely upset by such a promotion. ��Now, on the morning of my first winter day officially taking Office, I am sitting in my luxurious Office, sipping pure brazilian coffee and admiring the scenery outside the window. My headquarters and official residence is a huge "E"-shaped three-story building. The main building and the right wing are the headquarters, and the left wing is my private residence. This was the mansion of a local lord in the sixTeenth century, and before the Third Reich took over, its owner was the most successful Jewish entrepreneur in the area. It is his study where I am sitting. ��Perhaps for this reason, I suddenly had a strange idea: If there was no war, what would the successful Jewish tycoon do on such a winter morning? Is it playing with the kids in front of the fireplace or reading papers behind a desk? This is really an unanswerable question! ��Just when I was thinking wildly, the deep voice of Lieutenant Hals, the adjutant, came from the answering machine: "Your Excellency, Commander, Miss Hansen, the director of the labor camp, has arrived." I put away my thoughts and replied: "Invite her in." Before I came to Krakow, I knew there was a thirty-six-year-old female supervisor here. To be honest, most of the female administrators who served in the SS or the Reich Security Service were the hopeless spinsters we joked about as frontline Officers and soldiers, old-fashioned and never emotional. But when the heavy oak door was opened, what appeared in front of me was such a wonderful person, with an elegant and slender figure, pure Aryan blue eyes, fair skin and a hair coiled behind her head. Her blond hair and slightly upturned corners of her mouth show her confidence, which is really fascinating. "Your Excellency, Commander, Ingrid Hansen reports to you." "Okay, Miss Supervisor, you can call me Carl. I think you don't mind if I call you Ingrid, right?" The charming female supervisor showed a sweet SMile: "of course, Karl." "So. England, can you tell me about the situation in the labor camp? We are an important munitions production base here!" Straight to the point, it's the tank crew. Features, we never mince words. "Yes, Karl." The female supervisor said: "Our labor camp provides uniforms for the troops on the entire Eastern Front. In the eyes of ordinary people, down sleeping bags and cotton coats may have far less impact on the war than tanks and bombers, but you will definitely Understand how important that actually is, especially in the Russian winter." "of course." My expression became melancholy: "I will never forget the nightmare winter under Mosk in 1941. , your work is really important! Can you give us an overview of the labor camps? ""We have three quilt factories and a SMall-scale enamel factory. Due to the needs of the work, the majority of the workers are women. One thousand four hundred and thirty-two people, 416 male workers, most of whom are Jews, and some Russian prisoners of war." She reported those numbers casually, what a shrewd woman, I thought. ��“Thank you, II want to visit the labor camp in a few days. "I said. "This is our honor," the SMile on her face became sweeter: "I will prepare it. You're going to meet with a lot of local officials today, so I think I'll take my leave. "She said as she stood up. "Well, we'll see you next time. "I also stood up and watched her walk towards the door. Suddenly I remembered something and said hurriedly: "Please wait a moment. "��"What? "She turned back from the door, looked at me and asked. "I would like to ask you, are we responsible for the 'final solution' to the Jews? "��"No, we don't. She immediately replied: "Our task is to provide supplies for the frontline troops, and we cherish our labor." of course we punish and even execute erring prisoners, but we do not deal with them on a large scale, that is the task of Auschwitz or Hausen further east. We don’t have a ‘Bathroom’! "Then she added a little ambiguously: "Besides, 'Zygurn B is not my style. "I didn't understand what she said, and I didn't ask any questions. I just made a joke: "It seems that my job is to protect some handicraft workshops, which seems a bit boring. "No, you will find new fun and challenges here." "Her voice was a little mysterious: "Believe me, Commander, no, Karl. "In the next three or four weeks, I was almost swallowed up by heavy administrative work. Now I understand that the so-called security commander has to deal with not just guerrillas and underground resistance forces, but I have to put 100% of my Sixty percent of the energy is focused on the tedious exchange of official documents and coordinating the relationship between various functional departments-this may make politicians from Berlin feel like a fish in water, but it is almost impossible for tank soldiers who have just left the Russian front line. The torture was suspended. But I was fortunate to receive selfless help from Ingrid, who chose the most capable secretary for me and taught me how to deal with various officials representing various forces-from imperial security. The agent of the General Administration went to the confidant of the chief executive in Poland. She even selected two maids for me from her labor camp-Susan and Mary, both of whom were professionally Trained maids before the war-wearing black long maids. The maids wearing skirts and white aprons graced the private banquets I held. Naturally, they did not need to wear the yellow star of David that marked their status. The sincere assistance from the female supervisor made my friendship with her continue to deepen. ,

and began to undergo subtle changes, until one day, I really realized that I was really obsessed with this person. Excellent lady. From this moment on, I felt inferior to myself as never before - because of my disabled body that I was once proud of: my left leg was two centimeters shorter than my right leg, and my right eye was amblyopic. And the terrible burn scar on my back. Am I qualified to pursue a beautiful and noble woman? I kept telling myself: She is a mature and decisive professional woman, not a hero. As a female middle School student who is Prince Charming, so for the sake of the tank soldier’s pitiful self-esteem, don’t let himShe senses your thoughts. �Just when I was trying my best to bury my admiration in my heart, things developed in a direction I didn't expect. ��It was a spring evening in 1944. I attended a social dinner in the city. It was an ordinary banquet hosted by the local chief executive. The same process almost drove me to sleep. So I excused myself from feeling unwell and left early. ��When I walked out of the banquet hall, I saw Inteli standing next to my armored Benz. She was wearing a bright red evening dress, so gorgeous. "Hey, kind sir, can you give me a ride?" she joked. "of course," my heart beat faster: "This is my honor." I walked to the car, opened the door, and she sat elegantly in the passenger seat. ��While I was driving (I have always maintained the habit of driving by myself, it would definitely upset a tank commander to sit in the back seat of the car and watch someone else steering the wheel), I was feeling uneasy about this encounter. , I don’t know why she came to the city. ��Ingrid's residence is about one kilometer away from mine. It is an exquisite SMall villa. She rarely comes to the city. I think she does not like to socialize as much as I do. "I came to buy a record, Wagner's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra." Mine is worn out." She seemed to know what I was thinking. "Do you like opera?" I asked. "Yeah, what about you?" "I don't know anything about that, I'm a rough tank guy who just likes the roar of machines." I joked. "Maybe I can see how rough you are." "I hope not, that will scare you." "Maybe I will scare you!" In this way, we talked and laughed along the way. Soon you can see my luxurious headquarters. I was planning to turn left at the next fork in the road, take Ingrid back to her place, and then come back. The female supervisor suddenly said: "Why, Commander, don't you invite me to your luxurious little living room to enjoy some real vodka?" I turned my head and looked at her: "Do I have that honor?" The SMall living room is extremely delicately decorated. The light beige furniture is covered with a layer of light, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. We drank almost half a bottle of vodka. I told her about my experience on the battlefield. She listened with her head tilted, and giggled from time to time. ��Suddenly, the self-ringing clock in the corner made a dull sound, interrupting our chat, and the room suddenly became silent. She looked at me with a SMile, and her eyes seemed to start to burn. I felt a wave of heat, so I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the collar of my shirt. But I immediately felt that this was rude, so I wanted to button it again, but Yingli's hand stopped me at this time. She began to unbutton my uniform, then my shirt. ��I swallowed hard and wanted to say something, but she seemed to have predicted it. She put her slender fingers on my lips and whispered in my ear: "Don't say anything. , listen to my command, now I am the commander." Her words dominated me like a spell, and I just sat on the sofa blankly, letting it go.She undressed me. Soon, she took off all my clothes and I was naked in front of her. ��At this time, she started to kiss me, her wet red lips lingering on my face, and stopped on my lips. She stuck her tongue into my mouth, and I stuck out my tongue in response. The two flexible objects were entangled together for almost three minutes. She began to move downward, and I could feel her mouth and tongue sliding over me. chest and turned towards my back. I suddenly remembered the scars on my back and my body twitched. ��But at this time, she had already started caressing my mottled scars with her tongue, and murmured: "Poor child." I felt a kind of happiness of being loved, and that feeling made me completely relax and accept her. caress. ��Ingrid continued her movements on me, gradually moving towards my core. She held my hardened penis with her hand, kissed it softly, and licked it from the tip of the glans to the scrotum. Then she took it into her mouth and gently scraped the coronal sulcus with her teeth. All the sensations were concentrated in my lower body. The feeling of moisture and warmth was sent from my penis to every nerve ending in my body, giving me a desire to be melted. Just when this feeling hit my nerve center again and again, Ingrid left my lower body, stood up, turned around as elegantly as before, and faced the zipper of her evening dress towards me, Said: "Unlock it." I eagerly pulled down the zipper, and she relaxed her body, letting the long skirt fall off her body like a waterfall - she didn't wear a bra, only a pair of narrow panties. With her round buttocks, she turned her front towards me, showing off her extremely beautiful body. Her body was slim, her breasts and buttocks not plump, but perfectly formed. ��I gently held up her elastic breasts, sucking on the rose-colored nipples in turn, feeling that lovely little thing become so hard in my mouth. At this time, I could clearly feel her breathing getting faster and faster, and the sound of "Puff, Puff" heartbeat came from her soft chest. ��I moved down her cleavage, letting the tip of my tongue cross that SMooth tummy, taking the lace of her panties between my teeth, and then further down, the tip of my nose as the thin fabric peeled away from her body. Passing through the sparse golden hair on her pubic mound, a creamy feminine scent made me deeply intoxicated. ��I pulled the SMall silk piece all the way to her feet, and then raised my head to look at her square footage. The pink petals were hidden between the round thighs, and the hole that was not completely closed shone with water - she was already wet. ��I pulled Ingrid down on the thick carpet and buried my head between her legs. Sometimes I used my tongue to roam over the flowers, sometimes I gently rubbed the blood-congested orb with my teeth. The supervisor began to let out a low moan, twisting her waist back and forth, issuing further demands to me. I propped up my body on my elbows and aimed my manhood at her private parts, and then gently entered, entering. A beautiful and gentle world, I almost couldn't bear to start twitching, I wanted to stop like this and enjoy the sweetness brought by that little hot and humid place. �But the person under me obviously couldn't agree. Yingge used her body movements to urge me. I started to move with all my strength, and she also swung her waist and hips rhythmically to match my movements. ��After bursts of vigorous thrusts, she and I reached the peak of Pleasure at the same time; followed by another gentle push! It’s so cool that you can share more