The Commandant's Personal Gas Chamber

A captured American POW is executed by a sadistic female SS officer in the most humiliating method possible. A specially made one-man gas chamber. He slowly asphyxiates, staring at her voluminous ass and breathing in her “lovely” odour .

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Not usually into gassing but this idea had to get shared. Also gonna take this opportunity to say I don’t support Nazis etc etc.
Just another terrible idea from a terrible person. 

As he was let out of his cell the private could hear the guards snickering and saying the same words over and over.

Gaskammer

He didn't speak German but he was pretty sure he knew the meaning: Gas Chamber.
He had always steeled himself for that possibility since his capture a few weeks ago.

Nazi bastards couldn't even give me the honor of a firing squad.

Either way, he decided he would face his fate with dignity. He stood up straight and proud as they led him across the camp towards the facility. After weaving through the compound for what felt like hours, they finally came to a halt in front of a large wooden door.
Well I guess this is it.  he thought as the two men escorting him pushed the doors open.

What the…?

He had never been inside a gas chamber before but he was sure they weren't this nice.

He was surprised to find himself inside of a rather posh looking office, much nicer than he ever expected to see on this base. It was large, well lit, fully furnished and sitting across from him at the desk reading a report, was a gorgeous blonde woman in a crisp black SS uniform.

Before he could fully process all of this new information, the guards quickly stripped him of his clothes and without a word made their way out the door.

He scanned the room thoroughly for others. Sure enough he was now alone with just a woman guarding him and there were plenty of windows. He was pretty sure he could jump out of one before she could stop him. Or better yet he could take her hostage. His thoughts of escape were soon interrupted by the beautiful commandant's thick German accent.

“I trust my men have informed you of why you are here.”

Emboldened by the thought of escape he made no attempt at addressing the woman with proper courtesies.

“I don't know German and your men speak pretty shitty English, but I assumed I was getting executed." he said. "Going to the gas chamber”

“Correct”

"Well this don't look like no gas chamber.”

The blonde smiled at his confusion. Not a pretty smile either, it was more akin to a snake. A snake looking at its next meal.

He didn't like it.

He decided once he got a hold of her, to slap her around a bit, before using her as a human shield. At least that’s what he was thinking until she stood up and made her way over to him. He found himself completely taken aback by her size. She was at least 6'4, curvy, with a good deal of muscle on her. A long scar stretched over her striking features, from the right eye down to to her cheek, adding to her fearsome countenance.

His idea of taking her hostage disappeared immediately. 
She looked down at him like he was her prey.

“I prefer to do my duties in more comfortable surroundings.” she said.

"Do your duties?" He asked before the realization hit. “Wait you mean....”

“Correct I will be conducting your execution” she said, her tone cold and professional.

“You gotta be kidding me”

She grabbed him by the neck with one hand, lifting him off his feet and looked him in the eye.

"I am not.”

She dragged him over to a strange contraption on the other side of the room. It looked like a chair with a large glass bowl instead of a cushion and fused to the underside was a glass sphere akin to a fishbowl. She threw him down and stuffed his head into the fishbowl side so that he was facing directly up. He couldn't put up that much of a fight with his hands chained, not that it mattered. He was sure with her strength she would've manhandled him either way. Once installed into the fishbowl, he found that it was almost impossible to turn his head limiting his vision to what was directly in front of him. He could hear but not see her fasten his chains to the ground. When she finally reappeared in his field of view he was surprised to see that she was completely nude, save for her officers cap. Despite the situation he couldn't stop his lower regions from stiffening at the German’s lovely figure. Her dark uniform had been hiding a sizable bust and posterior.

“Tell me” she said, as she turned and hovered her large perfectly shaped ass over the glass.

“Does it look like a gas chamber now”

“LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU KRAUT BITCH!!” He screamed trying not to let her see how truly terrified he really was.

Her snake like smile returned.

“Amazing. I did have an extra helping of sauerkraut for lunch today. How did you know?” She said conversationally as she sat down, her magnificent cheeks forming an airtight seal.

He continued yelling despite the knowledge that it was pointless, no sound could get in or out of the glass prison. And even if they could who would come to his aid? Other Nazis? He finally stopped as the hopelessness of the situation washed over him. He stared up at her puckered anus with dread as he finally understood the guards’ laughter: Gaskammer.

Without his screams, it had become eerily silent….until…

BRRRRRRRRRRRrrraaaaaaauuuuuuuuupppp!

The commandant's anus suddenly contracted and spasmed and he felt a warm jet of air on his face. His mind refused to allow him to believe what just happened until his nose made a discovery that could not be ignored. He began to retch as the foul stench penetrated his nostrils and continued on into what felt like his very being. Then the retching turned to coughing as he was hit with another jet of foul wind loud enough to rattle the glass.

BRRRRRRRRRRRrrraaaaaaauuuuuuuuupppp!

He began to struggle once again against his bonds but, to no avail. All he managed to do was tire himself out more forcing him to breath in even more of the blonde's pungent odor.

BRRRRRRRRRRRrrraaaaaaauuuuuuuuupppp!

No..no..this isn’t right!!! He wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come out; their was no more oxygen left to form them. This isn’t how a man should leave this earth!!! I can’t die like this.
Please..someone!?...anyone…. hel...
His vision slowly faded to black.

The commandant grunted out another as her aid walked into the Humiliating scene. He had no reaction to it anymore, he had seen it far more than he would have liked.

Honor, valor, courage, dignity and respect.

The commandant understood what all of these things concepts meant to a soldier and she took it all away from them. A man could face many horrific types of death with his head held high even the worse torture if he hated his enemy enough. But there were some things...no amount of hate could prepare you for.

He felt a pang of pity as he watched the prisoner’s eyes glaze over, merciful asphyxiation finally taking him.

“It would seem he has left us, ma’am.” he said.

The commandant turned to confirm the kill. Satisfied with her handiwork, she turned back to her aid and said..

“Good...

Now bring me another.”