{"id":7187,"date":"2018-04-08T06:32:28","date_gmt":"2018-04-08T05:32:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theenglishmansion.com\/blog\/?p=7187"},"modified":"2025-01-22T18:58:43","modified_gmt":"2025-01-22T18:58:43","slug":"mans-ruin-to-hell-back-part-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theenglishmansion.com\/blog\/mans-ruin-to-hell-back-part-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Man’s Ruin Pt 2: Sgt. Rock To Hell & Back"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Man’s Ruin Pt 2: Sgt. Rock To Hell & Back
\nMore Amazing Tales of Heroic Masochism<\/span><\/strong><\/span>
\n<\/strong><\/h3>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t talk\u2019 grunted Sgt. Rock through clenched teeth. A strange and sinister smile twisted the corner of his captor\u2019s luscious lips.
\n\u201cMaybe a little goose-stepping on your balls vill loosen your tongue\u201d The smile broke into an evil laugh as Stella Von Stern slapped the enslaved Sgt. Rock hard across the jaw. This was the second day he had spent bound to an uncomfortably bamboo chair in the jungle hut. A mischievous native girl and her poison dart had thwarted his top-secret mission into the heart of enemy territory. Sgt. Rock had been attempting to suck the poison from the tip of his penis when he was fell upon by a troop of She-Kommandants and captured. Once the fever from the poison dart had subsided, he awoke to find himself a prisoner of one of the most feared but yet strangely beautiful commanders of the Herman Army.<\/h3>\n

\u201cVot is your name, wank and serial number?\u201d purred the Teutonic temptress in the G.I.\u2019s ear of steel.
\n\u201cI think the word you are looking for is rank.\u201d Grunted Sgt. Rock.
\n\u201cNo,\u201d she sighed, \u201cI meant wank, your ‘tummy solider’ still seems to be standing to attention. Maybe we should dismiss him.\u201d<\/h3>\n

Stella raised her leather boot to rest it dangerously close to Sgt. Rock\u2019s rock hard manhood, enabling him to get a glimpse of her stocking tops. Her riding crop jabbed greedily at his throbbing camouflage pants.
\n\u201cIs this still the effect of the poison dart or maybe you are impressed by my tutonically tight skirt.\u201d She said pushing her knee hard against the immense girth of his chest.
\n\u201cIn fact, our spies have reported that some really tough G.I.\u2019s have their name, rank and serial number tattooed on the inside of their foreskin to prove how hard they are!\u201d
\nSgt. Rock winced and gritted his teeth, nearly sheering the shaft of his cigar. \u201cAnd maybe, if your mission is so top secret, then maybe I\u2019ll find some information that vill be of use to the Herman High Command.\u201d<\/h3>\n

Sgt. Rock thought rapidly and hard, the story about the tattooed toughies was just barrack room bravado spread around to make everyone think his commando unit was the most hardened, gun-ho fighting force in the world. Whilst his sadistic interrogator remained distracted by a little cock and ball torture he could keep from revealing the truth about his mission. There was nothing else he could do but pretend to be a lily-livered coward, a wuss, a patsy and a goddamn wimp.<\/h3>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d he screeched, \u201cYou\u2019ll find nothing there. I\u2019ll tell you my name\u2026it\u2019s Wenzell, Wenzell Rock. My rank is Sergeant and my serial number is 0000001. Just let me know if there is anything else I can help you with.\u201d
\n\u201cAh ha, as I thought.\u201d She was smiling again, that evil and perverted smile. Stella Von Stern\u2019s foot ground hard over the red, white and blue tip of Sgt. Rock\u2019s steely manhood. The forceps were cold and cruel as they twisted the true blue cock, sadistically pulling back the foreskin.<\/h3>\n

\u201cVell!\u201d she exclaimed \u201cCompletely blank. Either you\u2019re lying or you veren\u2019t tough enough to get a tattoo. Let\u2019s see how tough you really are Sgt. Rock.\u201d
\nThe all American hunk fell to the floor as Stella Von Stern took hold of his helmet and threw him from the chair. \u201cThis is vhere the fun really starts!\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d cried the Sergeant \u201cNot my cigar!\u201d Too late, her Jacqueline-Boot kicked it from his lips and ground it into the floor of the jungle hut. Stripping her blouse like a wild tigress, Stella Von Stern fell upon his back and sat astride the huge hulk of his shoulders she viciously pulled his hair, twisted his ear.
\n“You can chafe me all you want I won\u2019t talk.\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201c O you vill talk alright. After I have given you a good hearty wrestle, I shall call for my guard. She is very artistic with her tattoo machine once she has vitten a message on your so-called manhood declaring your allegiance and slavery to the She-Kommandants you will be branded a traitor and a coward. Do you have anything to say for yourself?\u201d
\n\u201cI won\u2019t talk.\u201d He hissed, \u201cNever ever, ever.\u201d<\/h3>\n

The insect like buzz of the tattoo machine filled the jungle night. Sgt. Rock twisted his neck in the strangle hold of Stella Von Stern so he could see the doorway. A shadowy figure loomed at the entrance, the moonlight glinting on the needle tip of the tattoo gun. Elsa Von Strap-On clicked her heels and marched smartly into the room.
\n\u201cPin him down Von Strap-On I shall begin my dictation…\u201d<\/h3>\n

by Mark E. Dezard<\/strong><\/em><\/h3>\n

To Be Continued…<\/h3>\n

Man’s Ruin<\/strong><\/span>
\nClick the Links below to Read all 4 Parts<\/span><\/h3>\n