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Back in 1941 bitch Sarah is trained to piss when I tell her to.
“Kurt, I need to stop,” Sarah urged me as we drove north from Hamburg in my new six litre Mercedes.

“No. there is no time,” I insisted as I drove fast but skillfully along the brand new Autobahn at 150 km hr.

“But I must!” she insisted.

“A half hour at most,” I insisted, “Cross your legs!”

She scowled as she always did, damned woman, I only married her for her money and she only married me because I was in the SS and had a nice black uniform and a secure future.

She was no beauty, we may have fumbled clumsily on our wedding night but I would not swear to it as her young Aryan maid Julia was much more to my liking.

“I don’t understand why I have to see doctor Weissman anyway,” she whined as she sat there in her expensive Paris gown and expensive fur coat and her pearls and gold rings.

“Because you have yet to provide me with a child,” I explained.

“Well it is hardly my fault!” she exclaimed.

“So I am impotent?” I queried.

“No,” she said fearfully, “But you seldom bother me.”

“Exactly,” I agreed, “Precisely!”

Weissman’s clinic was in the mountain foothills, around endless hairpin bends and I had the Mercedes howling up the steep gradients like a racing car to the admiration of the local peasants who drove their horses and carts into the ditches and dived out of our way as we swept upwards.

I swept to a halt and leapt from the car, “Porter!” I ordered, “My cases!”

“Kurt,” Sarah protested, “Where is the bathroom?”

Dr Weissman himself came out and shook my hand, “This is Sarah?” he asked.

“Yes,” I agreed, “I married her for her money, as you can see.”

“Ah yes,” he agreed, “Sarah, I shall examine you straight away.”

“I need the bathroom,” she said.

“Nonsense,” Weissman countered, “Come in, come in, I shall examine you myself immediately.”

I took Sarah’s arm, and took her into the clinic. up the stairs and into Weissman’s office, “Take a seat,” he said, “And what is the problem?”

“She has no child,” I explained, “She shuns me!”

“You barely touch me!” she said.

“Are you surprised?” I asked, “She disgusts me, she plays with herself incessantly, forces things inside her and now she is so damaged that she cannot control herself!”

“Kurt!” she gasped and the shocked expression said everything.

“She wets herself incessantly, she is an imbecile,” I said.

“You would not stop the car!” she protested.

“Have you wet yourself,” Weissman asked, “Have you pissed?”.

She nodded.

“Are you wet now?” he asked, “Have you urinated in my office?” .

She nodded again.

“Then I agree her Major, she must be admitted for treatment.” he agreed.

“Kurt!” she said urgently.

“We will treat you kindly,” he said, and he shouted “Nurse!”

A pretty blonde nurse appeared.

“Frau Rhom will be joining us for a few days,” he said, “She has been masturbating and has damaged herself so much she is no longer continent.”

“No!” Sarah protested.

“I think we should leave the nurse to do her job Herr Major,” he suggested.

Sarah stood, she backed away but I held her firmly but gently and I helped the nurse to take Sarah’s fur coat and I watched as the nurse took a strait jacket and we fed Sarah’s hands into the sleeves and then wrapped it around her to fasten at the back before tying the sleeves so her arms were secured firmly.

Then the nurse took scissors and working around the waist cut away Sarah’s dress and underwear so she was naked below the waist.

“Now we can see when you piss,” Dr Weissman explained.

“Why?” Sarah asked.

“Why not?” I asked, “I shall come on Saturday.”

She looked ridiculous with her fur coat now around her shoulders and her arms in a strait jacket and her legs bare.

I came on Saturday.

What a change, there were kennels at the back of the clinic with doors for privacy and in one as Doctor Weissman proudly showed me around I found Sarah.

The floor was all sand and she had a little pen with wire outside to exercise.

Her eyes lit up as I appeared, she was squatting with her fur coat around her and her hands tied behind her with rope. her kunt was shaved bare now and in it was a rubber plug 10cm or larger, and in her mouth a hollow tube of similar size held in with a strap.

“She has a Kunt plug?” I asked.

“And an Ass plug, she can only shit when we allow, but she has responded well to piss training.”

“Really? I queried.

“Piss Sarah.” he said, and with hardly a second wait she started to piss, “And stop,” he said. She stopped pissing.

“She has two litres of water each hour,” Dr Weissman explained, “We train them like dogs, like bitches, in fact she is due for her walk, will you take her Herr Major?”

I looked at him and then at her.

“I have a collar and lead for you,” he said helpfully.

“Then by all means,” I said, “I should be delighted

“She must drink first,” he explained and he pointed to the dogs bowl on the kennel floor.

Sarah obediently knelt and started to sip the water, “Sometimes we have them piss and drink at the same time.” Dr Weissman explained.

I waited for her and when Weissman had fitted her collar and handed me the leash I led her out of the kennel and away through a gate in the surrounding wall and across the meadow towards the pine trees.

She had cheap boots on which was good as the grass was rough.

I stopped to admire the view and removed her mouth plug so we could talk.

“And how do you like it here Sarah-bitch,” I asked.

“Very well Herr Major,” she said.

“What!” I exclaimed.

“I had an orgasm,” she said, “I shall have another later, you never gave me one.”

“An orgasm?” I queried.

“Yes, I have a big knob in my kunt and one in my ass and a full bladder and it feels wonderful!” she said.

“And being treated like a dog?” I asked.

“You always treat me like a dog,” she said harshly, “I have no shame anymore.”

“Then suck my cock,” I ordered.

“I shall bite it off,” she threatened.

“And I shall kill you,” I explained.

“But your life will no longer be worth living,” she insisted.

“Like yours,” I insisted.

“Oh no, I like it here,” she explained, “No worries, no stress, nothing.”

“Then I shall fuck you,” I insisted.

“I cannot stop you,” she admitted, “So do your worst!”

I saw a convenient fence, “I shall untie you,” I offered, “So you can grip the fence.”

“Too kind,” she said.

I undid the knots, and she flexed her wrists before gripping the fence tightly.

I dropped my trousers and pulled the kunt plug from her and her kunt stayed open and moist not tight shut like she was before and as I pushed my cock into her from behind as she bent over it slipped in effortlessly.

“Is it in,” she asked so I thrust really hard, and she gasped.

“Cum in me Kurt,” she said, “Please.”

“Cum in you, why?” I asked.

“Make me cum!” she said eagerly, “A dildo is all right but I need to feel you spurt inside me!”

I thrust to my utmost, “That’s good, harder Kurt, harder.” she urged.

My cock was raging as never before, her kunt muscles worked ceaselessly and suddenly they succeeded in their quest and my sap oozed from my balls and burst into her kunt like a fiery torrent.

“Gott that was good,” she gasped, “Now I need to piss.”

“Piss then,” I replied.

“No you don’t understand, you have to say Piss Sarah.” she said.

“Piss Sarah.” I ordered. Suddenly she started to piss like a waterfall.

“You may say stop!” she said.

“No drain yourself,” I ordered.

The piss hissed and rebounded from the soft earth. Crystal clear fresh piss, not stale stinking piss.

“I want you to fuck my ass now,” she smiled.

“I bet you haven’t shit for days,” I challenged.

“Oh dear, you have outwitted me,” she grinned.

“No, I shall have Dr Weissman do it,” I insisted, “Come.”

We returned to the clinic where Weissman’s very plain, over weight assistant Hannah took Sarah away.

Sarah came back a few minutes later. This time her hands were free.

“Bend over and spread your ass cheeks,” Weismann’s assistant ordered.

Sarah obeyed and bent from the waist and held her ass cheeks wide, so wide I could see deep into her asshole where everything was pristine and pink.

“Do you wish to fuk Sarah’s ass Herr Major.” Hannah asked.

“I beieve I do, open her blouse so I may hold on to her tits while I fuk her,” I ordered.

Hannah ripped Sarah’s blouse open and pushed her tits out of her bra. Sarah just obediebtly stood there and allowed Hannah to do what she wished.

I dropped my trousers and rammed my rock hard cock into Sarah’s ass.

“I don’t get wet there,” she whispered, “Your cock skin will stick to mine and your cock will be red raw in the morning.”

“Bloody bitch,” I squealed. I dragged my cock out of her ass and rammed it firmly into her juicy kunt.

“Ahhh, much better,” she sighed, “Shall I piss all over your cock?” she asked, “I’m lovely and full.”

“Oh god you bitch!” I protested but suddenly her pee hole erupted and she pissed all over my trousers.

The shock made me shoot my load deep inside her.

“Bitch, strip her bind her and take her back to the dog cage!” I screamed.

“But Herr Major, her week is finished, you must take her home,” Hannah insisted.

“Hey!” I protested.

“Yes, piss training has been successful,” Hannah insisted, “But she is Aryan, you cannot expect obedience from an Aryan.”

I was shocked, I thought she would be locked away for years.

“Damn and Blast!” I swore, “Pull your blouse round you we are going!”

“Ja Herr Major!” Sarah laughed.

My trousers were soaked, I had to wait while they were washed and dried.

“Kurt?” Sarah whispered as we waited, “Do you want to fuck again?”

“No, not if you are going to piss at me,” I insisted.

“Then be nice to me,” she said. She bent over in front of me and wriggled her backside.

How could I resist? My cock slid inside her kunt for the third time in one afternoon.

“Three times in one day, usually you only do it three times a week,” she muttered.

“With you yes, others are more accommodating,” I replied.

“But they can not give you a son can they,” she asked, “Bastards but not a real son.”

“I suppose not,” I agreed, “Do you love me?”

“No,” she said, “Just fill me with your love piss and take me home.”

“I don’t love you either,” I explained. I kissed her neck and shot my load inside her.

The training worked. and we lived happily untilthe Americans invaded, but that's another story.
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