It deals with torture, murder and sexual degradation!
There is no kindness in it and it isn't for the eyes of the squeamish.
It is a book of memories-the composited memories of the Nazi prison camps and the inhumanity of man to man.
This book is published least we forget:
the dead ...
the maimed ...
the injured ...
the criminals!
It may be all right to forgive. It is not all right to forget or pretend to never know. It is not safe to say these things were myth in the minds of the previous generation.
The people who have done the things described here are still with us in the present. Older and grayer, to be sure. But many unrepentant. And the people who can do these things again are also with us.
It is not safe to forget. Memory is the first line of defense.
-THE PUBLISHER
Chapter One
Anna trembled. David's slow-stroking fingers at her nape sent a strange flutter down her spine to her loins. Her nipples stood up, stiffening against her blouse. At seventeen, she'd never known anything like this new feeling. She took her soft, pillowy lips away from David's sensual kiss.
"I-I feel very strange," she said. Anna swept her long, wavy brown hair back from her face and began to sit up. "Shouldn't we wait in the lobby?" Her eyes flicked toward the bulge in David's crotch. Her cheeks flushed.
"We're safer here, Anna." David said, unbuttoning his shirt. "We may never see each other after tonight." He looked intently into her large, soft brown eyes. He gently touched the round swell of her left breast.
Anna felt her nipple rise even further at his touch. A warm trickle, like a stream of melting butter, flowed down through her. The rush of slippery fluid in her pussy embarrassed her. "Come with us, then," Anna said. "You have papers ... we could get married in Belgium." She put her hand over his, pressing his fingers against the lush mound of her breast.
David shook his head violently. "There's no time! You know I have to help other Jews get out of Germany!"
Anna clutched at him. To her surprise, her tongue dove into David's mouth. She half-rolled on top of him, her hands digging at his naked back. She devoured his kiss, her thigh pinning his pelvis to the bed. That strange sensation in her pussy grew stronger.
Anna broke away, gasping. "Yes! We will! Just like we're already married ... I'll take part of you with me." Her hand went to the long, stiff bulge in his pants.
The organ was hot, even through the cloth. Anna felt the erotic warmth travel up her arm, then into her brain. It was like turning a switch in her head, a switch that lit up every nerve in her body. The sudden rush of need in her pussy erased her virginal fear.
David's hand covered her buttocks, caressing and kneading the firm flesh. Anna fumbled with the buttons of her dress.
"Yes, my tall, beautiful love-girl," David breathed. "We will, and before your parents come back, we'll belong to each other forever. Lovely, lovely Anna ... I can't tell you how much ..."
Anna sat up, her eyes alight. She watched David's face as she slowly opened the bodice of her dress. His stare traveled over each centimeter of olive skin. He undid his pants, but left the slacks around his waist while she showed herself to him.
Anna's breasts were high and firm, almost too large for her tall, willowy body. The clear, smooth olive of her skin set off the brown-pink circles around her nipples. Her aureoles wrinkled into a maze of tiny lines and smoothed out again, forcing the inch-long tips in and out.
Anna felt a glow of pride in her body when her young lover looked at her. The luscious mounds of her bosom had been a necessary embarrassment to her since they had begun to grow-now they were a delight. Any part of her that could bring that glistening, enraptured look to David's eyes must be beautiful, Anna decided.
Anna slipped the dress off her shoulders, then stood next to the bed. Turning her head shyly to one side, she stepped out of the skirt and stood before him in her panties.
The white cotton garment emphasized the rich curve of her labia. A faint shadow revealed where the damp triangle of her pussy hairs covered her whole sensuous zone. Anna glanced at him, blushing, and slid her panties down.
The wide, cradle-like curve of her hips drew David's eyes to the moist center. Anna kicked off the panties and slipped into the bed, modestly drawing the sheet over her nude body.
"No, let me look at you," David said, his voice husky. Anna lay motionless as he slipped the sheet down.
The linen felt like hundreds of tiny, feathery fingers caressing her. Anna almost cried when the top hem hung up briefly on her nipples. The pull, then the slight rebound of her sensitive breasts, sent a lance of icy heat down to her pussy. A flash of hunger for David's body burst in her brain. Anna moved her fingertips on the sheet, not sure if she should hide herself or reach for her lover.
The curls of her cuntal hair were slowly unwinding, freed from the close confines of her panties. Anna felt the slight breeze from the window rustle the off-black hairs. The tips made the softness of her outer pussy-lips tingle.
"Beautiful, beautiful Anna," David whispered. He examined her body reverently, his fingertips barely grazing along the butter-smooth indent of her waist.
"David, come to me," Anna said. Two spots of hot blush rose on her cheeks. The tops of her breasts reddened as Anna felt the warmth flow from her pussy to every part of her body.
David's fingertips left a trail of sensation, a chill following the warmth of his touch. Anna loved the slow, gentle way he drew his hand closer to her loins, along the curve of her hip, then across the wide, soft area at the top of her thighs, a charge building up along the path like static electricity. Anna almost felt sparks when his hand drew away from the fringe of her cuntal vee.
David looked down at her. Anna held her arms open for him. "Please, love," she whispered. "Take me."
David let his slacks fall to the floor. Anna's skin crawled with goose bumps. Can I take all of him into my pussy? He looks so strong and ... manly.
The dark hair around the rigid length of David's phallus accented the length of his cock. Anna realized that she held her breath as his underpants hid the love-tool. She licked her lips, her mouth drying with the nervous worry she felt.
David unbuttoned his shorts and spread the top. Anna's eyes went wide as she saw her first engorged cock.
"It-it's lovely," she said. A vague, troubling memory stirred briefly inside her brain. "I always knew how it would look," she added, wonder in her voice.
Anna looked at the penis, her hand moving slowly toward it. David's dark-haired sac was just above her eye level. It looks like an arrow, a thick, short arrow, Anna marveled. The way the end of it flares out, then that strange band of lighter skin ... Oh, I can almost feel it moving inside me, all through that hollow-feeling place in my stomach ...
David slipped into the bed beside her. Anna touched the skin of the shaft. "It's so soft! You're like velvet outside, and a glowing, hard bar inside," she told him. "I love the way it feels!"
Anna moved her hand experimentally on the shaft. The moving skin thrilled her. A strange, fluttering tension grew in her mind. She touched the spongy, purpling head of David's cock. It indented slightly, as if it wanted to mold to her fingers. Anna squeezed, then gasped.
"It's still growing! Why does it move in little jumps?" she asked.
David touched her nipple, brushing the pinkish tip back and forth. "It just does," he said.
Anna let go of his cock and rolled into David's arms. "I'm so happy," she said. "It's like having everything I ever waited for given me all at one time." She put her arms around her young man and kissed him deeply once again.
Her body felt alive, more alert to sensations than it ever had. Anna cherished the wiry, half-scratchy touch of his chest hairs on her breasts, the male texture of his skin against her aroused nipples. The small, sticky drop of fluid on the end of his prick warmed a spot on her belly. Anna thought her body would melt into a pool of heavy, slippery liquid and engulf David like a cloud of love.
David's tongue moved sinuously against hers. Anna sucked lightly, inviting a deeper penetration by his sensuous organ. Her lips spread, working softly against his, soaking up the bristly feeling of his whiskers and the moving, sliding, loving moistness of his mouth.
The warm, soft feeling around her pussy flowed up toward her brain. Some tiny center in her mind made Anna roll onto her back, her embrace pulling David on top of her. She opened her legs with a natural, easy motion. Her body took control, and Anna flowed with it. Feelings and emotions surrounded her like scenes from a half-remembered dream.
Anna caressed David's broad shoulders. Her fingers trailed down his back, revealing in the virile feel of his skin, the muscular rise of his buttocks. She felt a wave of happy surrender lift her. Her hips rolled against David's loins.
That marvelous cock slid off her belly and touched the outer edge of her cuntal crevice. Anna felt the secret, private mystery of her vagina opening slightly for him. The moist, eager channel inside felt hungry, like Anna felt between the horsd'ouvres and a fine meal. A slight teasing of her body had awakened it, not sated it.
David's fingers went to the soft warmth of her pussy. Anna took a long, deep breath as she felt her inner labia slide against the ready spike of her clitoris. The slippery, slithery motion made the little organ seem like the blue flame at the tip of a torch. Her heart pounded and a lump thickened in her throat.
"Be gentle with me, David," Anna whispered. "I-I've never felt like this ... I don't know what will happen." She looked up into his face.
David smiled tenderly. "Of course, love-darling." He guided his glands to the very entrance of her vagina. "I'll not hurt you, I swear it."
Anna wanted to believe him, but his penis seemed so thick, so rigid, compared to the narrow softness of her own secret place. She nodded, tears beginning to leak out of her eyes. "I love you, David."
The pressure at the mouth of her vagina increased slightly, then slacked off. "And I, you," David said. He kissed her again, his mouth closed.
Anna felt a gush of emotion flow between them. She was grateful for the softness of his kiss.
Fingers spread her labia, slow and gentle like all David's movements with her. Anna closed her eyes, her mind riveted on her pussy. She pushed her raised knees a little farther apart. Anna bore down, trying to force the virgin channel of her vagina open for his cock. Slow, droning music and Hebrew chants filled her head.
David stroked back and forth, the end of his prick moving up and down at the mouth of her pussy. Anna let herself relax. "It won't hurt," he told her.
Anna nodded. She tightened her arms on his back. The sensitive skin of her pussy memorized the shape of his cockhead. Anna's clitoris glowed, then shrank back as the glands approached it. The button was too sensitive to take a direct touch. Anna wondered briefly if she would wet herself.
He's halfway there! I'm opening for him, for my David. He's so kind, so lovely, Anna thought. She moved her hips in a circle.
The different angles spread her pussy fluids around the flaring end of his penis. Anna knew that her juices would help him to come further into her. The middle of her belly felt like a volcanic cave now, almost hot enough and hungry enough to melt the little bit of fear remaining.
What is it? What's wrong? Anna wondered. I'm all ready for him-I can feel how wet I am. Something's happened. David's penis is pushing into me. What's stopping him? I'm turning inside out ...
The ache sharpened into a pain. The sweet warmth of their shared bodies was still there, centered around Anna's vagina, but the middle itself hurt. Anna arched her back, pulling away from the pressure.
"Easy, Anna," David whispered. "Very, very soft, very slow, my love." He moved his cock to and fro, less than a centimeter each time.
Anna bit her lower lip. "I-I hurt," she whispered. "You're tearing something inside me." She clung to him like an infant to its mother.
David didn't answer. He slipped his hand between their bellies and gently ran one finger along the center of Anna's lovemound.
Anna let her hips roll toward him again. The slippery touching made her pussy feel like an opening flower, blooming against the sunshine warmth of his glands. The pain that had tightened her cuntal muscle slacked. A fresh, heavier flow of vaginal fluid seeped around his cockhead.
Anna felt the ridge around his glands inside her labia now. The tiny motions of his organ made the puffy lips of her pussy feel bigger, more sensitive than before. Anna timed the motion of her pelvis to the strokes of his finger and the gentle power of his cock.
An emotional glow spread all through her. Anna whispered, "Yes, darling ... I'm ready now," and pressed her palms on his buttocks.
David pushed his finger right on the tip of her clitty, and Anna gasped. A short, sharp bolt of lightning flashed up her spine and exploded in her brain. With a shove, the head of David's cock pierced Anna's membrane.
Almost before she knew it, Anna felt the tearing, then it was gone. The pain merged with the hot lance of sensation. It hurt less than a skinned elbow. Anna started to cry against David's shoulder.
"Yes, darling, of course," David said, his cock moving in short, slow strokes. "You're a woman now, darling, my beloved woman." He swiveled his hips slowly and more of his penis entered Anna's pussy.
Anna sniffled. The sensuous feelings welling outward from her vagina were to nice to cry over. She felt herself begin to move against David's circling strokes. Every additional fraction of penetration was an exquisite new experience for her.
"Ohh, I love you," Anna told David again. "I feel like you're all mine now, mine forever!" She smiled, her hand sliding from his buttocks to his shoulders. She stroked and caressed his back, the affectionate motions matching the shared rhythm of their loins.
I can feel him all over, Anna marveled. I know he's not even all the way into me, but it moves in my blood! David's like my pulse, with all of him moving in my arms and legs, on my breasts, even in my brain! This must be why they say "making love."
The hidden hunger inside her pussy-channel moved down, closing around the slow, sensuous cock. The ridge of his glands spread Anna's cuntal walls. The nerves in her vagina felt the motion of the ridge. They stood on end to sense him, urging the tissues to caress the shaft, the head, all of David that could possibly reach into her.
The stretched, bleeding tissues of her hymen still hurt, but Anna didn't care. She gradually moved faster, urging David to increase the depth and speed of his strokes. The heat and friction grew, pain coupling with the lascivious joy of the wet, sliding prick in her cunt.
David panted in her ear, his cock moving faster. Anna bit her lip. The combination of sensations was driving a novel feeling up into her, along her spine, out to the tips of her fingers. Anna thought, No! Not so hard! It's too fast! as the knot of sensation spun in her belly. Her hips rolled uncontrollably as the cock in her pussy seemed to grow.
David's prick rammed into her like a machine, driving full length now. The heavy, sweating mass of his scrotum slapped against Anna's ass, making her cunt clench in spasms.
Anna was impaled, sacrificing herself to the thick mass of his manhood. She spread her knees wide, wanting to stop the brutal thrusts, but afraid. David was too aroused, moving quickly for her to plead with him.
David's belly ground against the top of Anna's cuntmound. The fiery friction of her ruptured cherry added to the electric shocks jolting from her clit. The entire zone of her crotch was flaming. The pain and the blazing delight shot through Anna like fire and light.
The roaring of her pulse was all Anna heard. The swirling, searching motions of David's cockhead in her belly jabbed into every sense. Anna heard the pistoning strokes, she saw them as flashes of color, she smelled the heavy sweat of their fucking. She felt herself drowning, her mind disappearing in the simmering, oily bath of her cock-filled pussy. The noise of her pulse increased. Someone yammered, praying and protesting far away.
A mountain of lust swelled up in her crotch. Anna knew the cock in her cunt was thrusting madly, driving even more sensation into the overloaded nerves. Her hips churned, the noisy slurping of her cunt juice spurting onto the sheet filled her ears. A great, earth shaking vibration started in Anna's cunt, then blasted out in waves through the rest of her body. She opened her eyes wide.
The mountain in her belly exploded. Anna shattered into small pieces, with a crash of nerves that drowned her hearing. The far-off screams faded, then a huge, splintering noise assaulted her ears. Anna thought she died in that first second of her come.
Another monstrous wave racked her. She bucked under the ramming strokes of David's penis. Her open eyes saw shadows above them. Anna let her mind and the power of her come escape in a long, high wail of pleasure and pain. Her fingers dug into David's ass, dragging him even deeper into her cunt. Anna closed her eyes and let the tapering waves of her orgasm carry her away.
Like a ship at anchor, Anna rocked under the slowing thrusts of David's cock. Her hearing returned and David's cock stopped like a stepped-on watch.
A squad of over coated SS men surrounded the bed. The silver-on-black of their insignia made them look like malignant pits of emptiness in the torn privacy of David's room.
Chapter Two
The lieutenant nodded. Four black-clad arms grabbed David, ripping his cock out of Anna's pussy and throwing him against the wall.
Anna's hands flew to cover the sudden, sharper pain in her cunt. The sticky, hot mess of come and cunt juice and blood flooded her fingers.
David picked himself up from the floor. He winced, his left hand held at an awkward angle. "What is it, Herr Oberleutenant?" he asked, stepping toward his clothes.
Silent, a soldier held his arm in front of David. The lieutenant pointed at Anna. "Move your hands, Jew cunt."
Anna's eyes went wide. She tried to hide her breasts with her upper arms. The lieutenant unsnapped the black leather cover of his holster. His bloodless lips twitched toward a sneering smile.
"No!" David shouted, twisting past the soldier's arm. He started for the lieutenant.
Without taking the sling from his shoulder, the second soldier smashed his gun butt into David's belly. David grabbed for the rifle as he fell to his knees. He doubled up, wrestling at the strap.
The first soldier drove the toe of his heavy boot into David's crotch with a sickening thud. A piercing scream tore from David's throat. He fell, retching, at the other soldier's feet.
Anna felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air. She elbow-crawled backward, toward the head of the bed, a trail of pink froth streaking the sheet beneath her cunt.
The iron-stiff officer snapped, "Gag her!" just as the scream burst out. Anna struggled, kicking at the SS men until an open-handed slap at her temple stunned her into immobility.
The blow bruised her mind. Anna couldn't think properly. It was as if she watched herself, unable to move, while the soldiers jammed David's underpants in her mouth, then tied the gag with his socks. Her head throbbed dully. The room was very quiet, the only sound David's grunting on the floor. Anna felt a trickle of blood on her temple.
The SS officer took off his high-peaked hat. He laid it carefully on the dresser, flicking an imaginary speck from the glossy black brim. His head was shaved, glossy, with pale eyes and high, aristocratic cheekbones that made him look like a living skull. He smiled, and Anna shrank back from his thin lips and discolored teeth.
The hotel-room door was splintered. A heel mark next to the latch showed how the SS had entered. Painfully, Anna recalled the rushing, roaring, hallucinative noises she's heard as her orgasm began.
"Hold the Jew bitch there," the lieutenant said conversationally. The soldiers grabbed her arms and legs from the sides of the bed and held Anna spread-eagled. She twisted her head from side to side and watched the officer examine the room.
He picked up David's pass case from the floor beside the crumpled slacks. His white-blond eyebrows went up and his thin nostrils flared as he flicked through. "David Rosenblum? Ah, the flower of a wretched, poisonous race." Carefully, not dirtying the shine of his boot, he pressed his sole against David's broken wrist. "Where did you get this forgery?" He bore down with his foot.
"Uh-hh-huunnhh," David groaned. "Not-forged. I'm Rosen ... blum." The officer's heel twisted and David moaned low.
Casually, the lieutenant tossed the pass case onto the dresser. "Fuckpig. No Jew carries so much money. Where do you steal these British notes?" He lifted his foot, wiping it on the shabby rug.
David didn't answer. Anna saw the beads of sweat on David's pale forehead. The SS officer pulled a flat silver case from his tunic. He opened it, offering a cigarette to David. "They're English-even a decadent Jew liar should appreciate them." He held the open case for a few seconds, then started to move it toward Anna. "Ah! Sorry." Ignoring his two men, he drew one smoke from the case and returned it to his pocket.
"I want to know your real name," he said around the cigarette. "The man this case belonged to is quite dead. The fool thought he could evade the railroad security."
"I'm Rosenblum," David repeated. "The money is mine legally." He raised his head to look at the officer. "Bitte, Herr Oberleutenant, let the girl go. She knows nothing about the money."
The SS officer stood moved toward the bed. He blew a smoke ring, then began to lower the head of the cigarette toward Anna's thigh. "Perhaps she knows your real name, Shit-flower."
Anna cringed away. The heat of the cigarette grew slowly. She smelled the pungent aroma of the imported tobacco. Even a centimeter away from the stretched tendon of her inner thigh, the glowing coal reddened her skin. She writhed against the strong hands. A little sob moved past the salty gag in her mouth.
Anna looked from the cigarette to the officer's face. His pale eyes glittered. He touched the head of it to her skin, then dragged it along the line of her tendon.
Anna strained to be silent. She knew David couldn't see what the officer did. The line of pain moved closer to her cunt. With a whispering crackle, the first few curly hairs on her labia burnt. Singeing hair added to the smell of the tobacco, then the nauseating reek of burning come and blood. Anna thought, Please, my God, let me die now. Let me pass out, blast this man with your wrath!
The pain was horrible. The heat felt like a dozen blazing coals at the side of her cuntal vee. Anna shuddered. The gag held her mouth wide. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out, dragging a moan with it. Anna felt her tears flow, stinging the cut on her temple.
"Stop!" David said, his voice cracking. "I'll tell you! Stop burning Anna!"
The death's-head mask of the lieutenant looked disappointed. He slowly moved his hand away. With his fingers trembling slightly, he took a drag of smoke and blew it through his nose. "Well?"
David propped himself up on his right hand. "My name is Wiessmann. My true papers are in my coat." He tried to point, grimacing from the pain in his broken wrist.
"So? We already know your name, fool. Where did you get the English money and the forged papers?"
Anna lay back, limp. The soldiers were watching their superior, attentive as well-trained dogs. She worked her tongue against the bulky roll of underwear in her mouth, poking it little by little past the knotted socks.
David sat silent. The left side of his face was beginning to purple and swell. He breathed with difficulty. "Let Anna go first."
The officer dragged a chair around. He straddled the back and looked at David, smiling. "If you insist. First, you say where the papers were made, then I will let your whore go. Then you tell me why you have the English money ... and perhaps I won't have my men stop her."
Anna forced the last of the wad under the sock. "No, David! I'm all right! They'll have to let me go anyway ... I haven't done anything!"
"Quiet, pig slut!" The officer pulled an ugly Mauser machine-pistol from the huge holster at his belt. He pointed the deadly device at Anna. With a metallic click, he thumbed the selector lever to automatic. "You will tell me now!" he snapped.
Anna lay stiff, expecting to feel the heavy slugs ripping through her abdomen at any second. The lieutenant grinned at her.
David lurched upright. "No! I'll tell you! Don't-" He dove toward the officer, his left hand dangling useless.
Quick as a striking snake, the lieutenant stood, kicking the chair against the wounded prisoner. As David's legs buckled, the officer swept the pistol's barrel across his captive's forehead and eyes.
Anna screamed. Blood spurted down David's face. He picked himself up and moved toward the SS man again, groping blindly after the wicked-looking Mauser. A low, anguished growl, like a wounded lion's, filled the room.
The lieutenant calmly swung his boot back, then kicked through a whistling arc into David's face. Anna heard David's teeth and jaw breaking. His head snapped back and he fell heavily. Drops of blood spattered all through the room, some falling like a sticky rain onto Anna's spread-eagled body.
The lieutenant nudged David with his toe. "A strong opponent," he said, shaking his head. "A religious fool." He raised the machine-pistol, laying his left wrist across the stubby barrel. The SS officer's hand tightened and the gun roared deafeningly, stitching a row of holes from David's crotch to his chest.
Anna wailed. The whole room bucked and jerked with the blasts. David's body twitched with each impact. The lieutenant's torso fought against the recoil. One of the stony-faced soldiers put a pillow over Anna's face to stop the noise of her grief.
The stifling blackness was a relief. Maybe I'll smother, she thought. They didn't kill him ... not David. He can't be dead, not truly dead. They will leave and I'll call a doctor.
The acrid smell of smoke filled the room. Anna lay with her eyes blank when the soldier took the pillow away.
The lieutenant took the clip from his weapon. Grinding his dropped cigarette underfoot, he reloaded, then replaced the gun in the big holster.
"Corporal, dispose of the dog, then wait for me in the hall. We must take all the evidence to headquarters." He turned to stare at Anna, standing erect until the two soldiers had dragged David's body out of the room.
Anna felt his eyes on her. She looked at the smiling officer. "Why? Why did you come here? David is a person, just like you." Her face and tone were baffled.
The lieutenant dragged the broken door closed. "I have to say you are wrong. He was a traitor, a smuggler, and a Jew. Not a person." He sat on the foot of the bed, looking at Anna's shapely, naked body. "Just as you are a Jew. You are a good-looking woman ... it's a pity."
Anna sat up, reaching for the sheet. "What do you mean?"
The officer tugged the sheet out of her grasp. He swung one booted foot up onto the bed and drew a dagger from the top. "You are an enemy of the Reich. If you were a German girl, this would be difficult to explain." He ran the point of the dirk along the sole of Anna's foot.
Anna gasped. Her toes curled. If she hadn't been so frightened and grief stricken, it would have tickled.
The officer held the ornamented ivory-and-silver handle in the easy, accustomed grip of two fingers and his thumb. Swiftly, he sliced a thin line across Anna's forearm.
Anna tried to inch away from the sharp pain. "No, please," she said, backing up against the wall. She thought her sphincters would fail. "Please put your knife away."
The skull-faced man licked his lips. Red oozed from the stripe on her arm. "Turn over," he commanded, wiggling the dagger for emphasis.
"What are you going to do?" Anna asked. She twisted, afraid to defy the man. She raised one hip, looking across her shoulder at him.
"Do as I say," the lieutenant said. He moved the knife toward Anna's thigh.
Anna rolled onto her stomach. She shook with absolute terror. Not daring to look back at the officer, she saw his reflection in the mirror beside the bed. She tried closing her eyes, but it was impossible. More of David's semen rolled out of her vagina, the warm mess filling the triangular fold around her clitoris.
Anna held the side of her face against the pillow. The SS officer licked his lips as he surveyed the firm, round swell of her young buttocks. The quiver in her sphincters made the smooth olive globes move, tightening and relaxing.
The officer breathed harder. His deep, shuddering breaths filled the little room. He knelt behind Anna. "Up on your knees, Jew bitch."
Anna wanted to sink out of sight, to disappear, to die rather than obey him. Slowly, she brought her knees up, raising her asscheeks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussycleft was exposed, totally naked before his eyes. The young girl closed her eyes in shame.
The tip of the dagger slid across one ass cheek. Anna trembled. The arc it followed went from the outside, up toward her waist, then slowly down to the sensitive curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the needle-sharp point slid closer to her cuntal zone. Anna wanted to weep, but she knew that the slightest move would put the dagger's tip through her skin.
Anna's vagina sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced the outer line of her labia. The soft, moist vulnerability of the area terrified her. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of concentration. Her eyelids wrinkled.
The dagger withdrew. Anna left her breath out. She slacked her muscles and the tips of her full breasts touched the sheet. Anna felt a trickle of semen and cunt juice ooze out of her vagina.
A shocking chill froze the center of her pussy. The flat of the blade pressed against the wet slit from her clitoris to her vagina. Anna's cunt clamped down on emptiness, and the razor edges of the ceremonial blade slit her labia.
The lieutenant carefully rocked the dagger down, pressing the tip harder against her clitoral hood. Anna gasped. The pressure on her half-erect come-center made a shock as sharp as the knife itself shoot through her. Her back arched, presenting her open cunt eagerly to the officer's glittering stare.
"Pig! Yess, pig slut," he hissed. "A slave whore from a race of slaves." He rocked the tip of the dagger back and forth on Anna's clit.
The repeating touch and the chill of the blade sent streamers of incredible lewdness through the terrified girl. She slowly became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cuntal petals. The stinging cunt-juice dribbling across the wounds made her clit swell bigger. Anna found a hotter, more intense lust flowing from her crotch. She fought with herself.
It's not right! I can't let this feel good! My pussy is sacred to David, to my dear dead David ...
Anna's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and saw the officer hovering over her. He stroked the long, narrow prick emerging from his pants with one hand while the other moved the dagger around on her pussy.
"Aannhh!" she grunted. The tip of the dagger pierced her clit-folds. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct clit-touch.
Anna's slit cuntlips were on fire. The constant rush of cuntal fluid across and into the cuts was like salt rubbed into whip-stripes.
Her head still throbbed from the soldier's blow. Anna's pounding pulse amplified itself in the rising bruise on her temple. She thought, No! He's going to shove the knife into me! He'll cut my womb out!
The notion made her cunt juice flow faster. Anna felt the rising warmth of her aroused blush on her cheeks, her breasts, even on her belly. The fiery sting in her cuntlips and the fear of the Nazi's knife wound her excitement higher. Anna hated herself as she anticipated his next action. I must be a pig, a worthless slut. This man killed my David, yet I'm feeling like I did when ... just before. I hate him!
Why is my body betraying me? My hips are moving-I'm even clutching at the pillow like I clutched at David!
The lieutenant dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a groove down to the very edge of Anna's cunt mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit slacked off, but the fear of having her vagina carved made a wet, quivering sensuality blossom in Anna's belly.
Anna shoved her ass back at the lieutenant. The tip of the dagger slipped around the rim of her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her asshole.
Anna, with a sudden flash of shyness, wanted to hide her aroused cunt from the Nazi. The spasm in her rectum let her vagina unclench, and the air in her overheated hole blew out. She shot a quick look at the mirror. The officer still stroked his long prick, oblivious to her noisy cunthole.
Anna was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for that pale, red-knobbed cock. She wanted to have the SS man jam his cock into her hungry hole. The tender tissues were still raw from David's cherry-breaking prick, but even that residue of pain and the thought of her bloodied cuntwalls stretching around the Nazi's prick aroused her.
The knife poked at the rim of her asshole. Anna gasped with the shock. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery ring of her ass inward, barely breaking the grey-pink skin. The same forbidden pleasure she'd felt after shitting from a spicy meal rose deep in her guts. For an instant, she let herself imagine the unnatural probing the officer's cock in her asshole.
The officer was panting now, still jacking at his cock. His fist moved on the slippery shaft faster, faster. He poked the tip of the dagger into the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips, then into her buttocks. Anna saw the bloody specks appear on her ass, on the outsides of her thighs. She rolled her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her lush, punctured asscheeks back at him.
The cuts were like tiny fires in the flesh of her tenderest zones. The entire area blazed with the heat and the stinging pain. Anna's nervous, aroused sweat trickled into the bleeding holes, making them burn and itch. She felt the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixed with her cunt juice. Even in the faded, dusty mirror, her body glistened. Rivulets ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snakelike traces on the sides of her tits.
"Bitch pig! You love watching it, too? Now, take the proud cock of a real man, a white Christian German!" He pulled his black pants down and knelt behind Anna.
Anna felt the blind stabs of his cock against the bloody sides of her cunt. The conical head of his prick slithered under the slippery crevice between her cuntlips. The salty drop of lubricant on the head of his dick set the wound in her clitoral hood on fire. It burned like acid. Anna rolled her hips forward, hunching her back. The cockhead lodged in her cunthole.
It felt like his thrust would rip the knife-pricked skin of her cunt away and jam it all into her. Anna gasped, staring at the image in the mirror. He still held the ornamented dirk in his hand.
Anna bore down to ease the entry. Her torn inner cuntwalls hurt even more than when David had gently broken her cherry. The Nazi leaned forward, putting his hands on the young girl's hips.
The long, thin cock slipped into her cuntchannel like a greased finger. The heavy, fear-driven flow of her cunt juice and the leftover semen of her dead lover made Anna's tender tissues slippery for the invading cock.
Once his cock went halfway into her torn, dripping hole, the lieutenant let go of her hips and shifted his grip to the proud mounds of Anna's bosom. His fingers dug into her tits and kneaded at them. Anna felt an aching heat burst in them, telegraphing even more lust into her tortured cunt.
Anna loathed the officer whose cock slid deeper into her cunt by the second, but not as much as she loathed herself. The dog-like position made her feel degraded. The worst part of the act was the response from her body. She found that she actually enjoyed the pain and insult of the penetration.
He's on me like an animal, like a stag in the forest. He's killed my lover, and now he takes me to prove his power ... and I let him! Any decent woman would make him kill her instead of this.
Even the stabbing, the cutting ... IT EXCITED ME! God forgive me, I want him to do this to me!
Anna hunched back against him even harder. The whole length of his thin cock was in her cuntchannel now, stretching it up into her belly. She felt the prick-head like a plum on a pole, swirling and driving around inside her.
"No, no," she whimpered, trying to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts, the rapid building of her lust. Anna tried to clench her cuntal muscle tight enough to stop his driving fuck.
The officer thought she protested against his cock, rather than against her own enjoyment. He twisted her nipples viciously and bit at the back of her neck.
Anna sobbed. The bruising fingers on the erect nipples made every gram of her heavy tits ache. She wished he would tear the aroused spires off of her breasts-that would stop the fierce heat they messaged to her cunt.
The teeth clamped on her nape made Anna throw her head back. She lifted herself up with her arms, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. She needed to feel that odd release now. There was no way she could escape it.
The lieutenant's belly slapped loud against Anna's blood-spotted ass. She felt the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her asshole. Every scratchy curl seemed to find a little cut around her rectum to pierce. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove her crazy. Anna thrust back against the Nazi's pounding cock like a dervish, her ass weaving and swiveling and arching.
The officer's fingernails clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples. Anna grunted and sobbed with the pain. The combination of the ungodly stretching in her cunt-tube and the gouging, tearing pain around her nipples made her mind blank. All she wanted was to have the feelings increase until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of tension in her belly swept over her.
Anna cursed and slavered, her head rolling. She clawed at the pillow under her hands, driving her shoulders downward. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She forced the big-tipped globes against his clutching hands. The twisting, scratching agony in her nipples was like the fire that ran through all her nerves.
Anna thought of the dead David, a short, flashing image of his beautiful kindness when they'd made love. Crazed with anger, hatred, and the lusty bolts of lightning that shot from her cunt, she tried to grind the SS man's prick off of his body. Even the soft firmness of her delicious ass tensed, the cleft grabbing at his cock hairs.
It was a battle, a deadly struggle on the narrow bed. The frame under the thin mattress squeaked. The pile driving thrusts of the Nazi's cock and the bucking, arching agony of Anna's body battered the head of the bed against the wall.
Anna growled like a beast, a low, harsh noise that tore at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode. She hated the excitement, the cock and hands that caused it, and the man who rode her with vicious fuckthrusts.
She tried to hold off. The immense blast furnace of chilly heat in her cunt grew and grew. She heard the squishing of her juices between the heavy slaps of his belly on her ass. With just a little more swiveling, just a little more clenching of the abused rim of her cunt, she could break his cock off. Anna knew she could do it.
It was hard, as hard as the cockshaft itself. The tension in her cuntsleeve built until clamping tighter was like dragging boulders up cliff sides. Anna gritted her teeth. She had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her being focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the pistoning rod of prick in her guts.
The hard-held lump in her belly slipped. Just a fraction of the tension burst away, rippling through her muscles. Anna knew that his cock was ready to go off now. All she had to do was wait for the first spurt and then it would be hard and brittle. She could snap his weapon in half when the thick sperm shot out. Anna clamped tight.
His prick thickened. The pounding beat of his cockthrusts slowed for an instant, then resumed. Anna heard him grunt. She readied herself.
With a furious, savage jab, his cockhead banged against her womb. Anna felt the blunt point bounce off of her cervix and the massive readiness in her cunt slipped again. Blind with determination to ruin him, she held on.
A lava-like blast of come firehosed against her cervix. Anna felt the huge gush of hot spunk spatter, burning at her cuntwalls. She gasped, blowing out the breath she'd held, and her cuntwalls crashed in like an earthquake.
The first massive fuckjolt of her come shattered Anna completely. Her sphincter went into spasm, wringing tighter at the cock than before. Her hips swiveled uncontrollably. Anna heard herself screaming. The lieutenant's teeth broke the skin of her nape and another blast of semen struck deep in her belly.
The terrifying impact of her come ripped outward from her cunt. Anna felt it in her nipples, her fingers, her knees. The punctured skin around her cunt and her asshole was on fire, with quenching waves of numbness finally slowing the blaze. After each shivering pulsation of her cuntwalls, the ripples left an echo of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next internal blast. Anna sobbed, knowing that the spurting, jabbing, gut-spraying cockshaft was still attached to the bony loins of the SS lieutenant. Her cunt betrayed her ... it milked more and more come from the officer's swinging balls instead of tearing his spewing rod away.
Chapter Three
Anna lay huddled in a ball in the cellar of the SS headquarters. It was cold and damp. She thought it was nighttime, but there was no way to tell. She'd lain there for a long time, listening to someone nearby moaning and gasping. The noise had stopped now. The voice never answered her questions, finally fading away into labored breathing. Now, not even the stony echo of her own breath came from that corner of the dungeon.
The walls were slippery, as was the floor. It was brick, or perhaps flagstone. Anna hadn't dared to find out more about the blackness that surrounded her. The claw-like skitter-and-pause of some small animal had stopped her when she first tried to feel her way along the wall the SS men had dumped her near.
Maybe it's approaching dawn outside. It could be even later than that. No, I haven't begun to be truly hungry again. Oh, I wish I hadn't thought of food!
I'll think about a nice warm bath. Yes, to settle into clean water and wash myself ... I want to get the stink of that Nazi bastard off my skin.
I should have listened to Papa. He told me to be more careful ... I hope he and Mama got to the train on time. They must have ... they're safe in Belgium by now.
When will they let me go? It would be like a living death leaving Germany without my David ... I'll find his organization and help people in his place.
But there are so many of them. They're so much stronger than we. No, I mustn't think that way. There have never been many of us, yet we survive.
Yes, a hot, steaming tub of water ... some scented soap and clean linen ... in one of those little pensions in Belgium, or behind the Maginot line in France ...
Anna sank into a revery about open fields with French peasants toiling in the sunshine, like a picture she'd once seen in a magazine. The only land her family had ever owned was the clots of dirt in their Leipzig window boxes.
The picture in her mind grew brighter. One of the peasants approached her, a cloth-covered basket in his hand. He smiled and was about to speak.
A shrill scream of agony cut through the clammy air of the cellar. Anna jerked to a sitting position.
The heavy door grated open and she saw black shapes against the yellow light of the hallway. One of the shapes left the ground and thudded wetly inside the door. It screamed again.
Forgetting her comfortable fantasy, Anna scrambled across the floor toward the noise. She touched something warm and wet, like a fresh-cut slice of meat. Anna jerked back in disgust.
"What is it? What did they do to you?" she asked, panic in her voice. Anna swayed on her knees, torn between hiding from the mutilated body and sympathy for its condition.
"M-mm-my balls," the voice muttered. "Oh, God in heaven, they smashed my balls! I can hardly breathe!" He coughed until Anna shrank away. He sounded like he would vomit.
"What can I do?" she asked, desperate. "There's nothing in here ... no medicine. It's just me ... I think the other man died." Anna felt nausea rising in her throat.
"It's my shoulder," the voice mumbled. "Put the skin back on my shoulder. I think I'm bleeding to death."
Anna turned her head. With great, choking heaves of her torso, she spat up foul-tasting bile. She retched several times before she could regain her control. She imagined the horrible pain of feeling her skin ripped from her back, her breasts, and a fresh spasm of vomiting racked her. The warm, wet meat she'd felt must have been the other prisoner's skin, flapping useless from his back.
Her flesh crawled as Anna patted her hands along the floor. With revulsion, she touched the snail-slimy flap of skin, already cooling from contact with the dank stone of the dungeon. Despite the impenetrable blackness of the cellar, she closed her eyes and lifted the skin back into place.
The other prisoner hissed through his teeth. Anna tried to pat the torn skin smooth over the bared muscle as if it were a section of wallpaper. The man tried to stifle a groan of excruciating agony.
"Oh, sweet Christ," he moaned. "No more."
Anna stopped. The man's German was tinged with an unfamiliar accent. She felt him sag against her thigh. "Why? What did you do? Why did they do that to you?"
"Gypsy ... they say ... I'm ... spy." The flayed man grunted. "Is there water here?" Anna heard him gulp.
"I don't know. I heard things moving. I didn't look." Anna licked her lips. She realized that she was parched, despite the clamminess of the stone cellar. "I'll see."
Anna crawled around, feeling with her hands. Her muscles were beginning to tighten and cramp from the long hours she'd spent caged, unmoving in the dark. The floor was rough in spots, tearing her knees.
"Uaghh!" she gagged, lurching backward. It was unmistakably a human face she'd touched, cold and rigid. Shaking, Anna took a grip on herself and felt the body to find out which direction it lay.
Anna had to stop and listen for the Gypsy's breathing to tell where she was. What if I found water and couldn't find my way back to him?
Anna sensed a wall in front of her. The echo of her breath seemed to deaden. She straightened and felt the air. Hobbling closer, Anna touched the wall. It stank of piss.
It was agonizing to move again. The scabbing wounds from the officer's dirk opened up again as she crawled around. Anna tried to ignore them. She wished that the Gypsy had died before they threw him in. She could have lain on the stone and dreamed about the French countryside.
Anna rose from her knees. Keeping one hand on the wall, she moved to one side. The rumpled fabric of her dress, the only garment the SS lieutenant had allowed her to keep, dragged painfully against her nipples.
Anna closed her eyes. That seemed to sharpen her ears. She heard the gypsy grunt. "Can you move if I find water?" she asked, a trace of revulsion still in her voice.
"Don't ... uhh! ... know," he said. Anna heard something slide on the floor, but the wall beside her masked the source. The echo flattened.
Snake? Are there snakes in here? Anna froze, then carefully began to move again. She arched her toes up and slid her feet slowly, hoping to find something, fearing to find another body or the vermin she'd heard scrambling around.
Sliding a half-meter at a time, Anna began to move faster. Her first few steps hadn't located anything. Suddenly, her right foot splashed into icy liquid. She jumped back with a squeal.
"What? What did you find?" the Gypsy asked. He grunted, moving toward the splash.
Anna knelt and put her hands into the pool. She raised a handful to her mouth. It tasted bad, but it was cold and wet despite the musty smell. "Water! There's a puddle of water here," she announced. Her achievement lifted her spirits.
Anna drank more, sloshing the water from her cupped hands down her throat and the front of her dress. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until the brackish fluid made the back of her throat feel raw.
The Gypsy was crawling across the floor. He moaned, the scuffing slide of his limbs stopping. "Please, can you bring me a drink?"
Anna stopped her gulping. "Yes, yes I will." She dipped her hands in the pool again. Talk ... I can't hear where you are."
He began to sing in a low voice, breaking off every few bars. Anna moved toward the sound, stepping carefully. Something soft, with gritty chunks, squished under her foot. The reek of feces rose. She almost dropped the water that hadn't already dripped from her hands.
She nudged the Gypsy with her foot. Kneeling slowly, she said, "Where is your mouth? Help me."
A hand found her waist, then coursed across the outer swell of her breast to her upper arm. She felt the coarse bristles of a mustache brush her hands, then he drank the few drops of water she'd carried across the cellar. "Thank you," he whispered, letting go of Anna's hand. He sank back.
"Shall I get you more?" Anna asked. She thought of the few Gypsy's she'd seen with their wagons ... the bright clothes, the independent look of the dark-eyed people ... and wondered what this man looked like.
"No. I will be able to move soon," he answered. "I will not be thirsty again until I can move to the water." Though his tone was strong, his voice was still breathy and weak.
Anna moved her shit-stained foot away from him and sat on the damp floor. "I liked your song. Was that Italian?"
"No, child, Roumanian. Would that I could become Italian long enough to leave these Nazis." He paused. "It will not be a proud death."
A colder shiver than the water or the dank stones ran down Anna's back. "What do you mean? Why are they going to kill you?"
"A Gypsy cannot live in a cage ... and I have seen some of the cages they are building. You may survive, child, but I can only struggle to free myself."
"What cages? I never heard of them," Anna said. She thought of the lieutenant's words and his half-heard curses as he speared his cock deep into her belly.
The Gypsy's voice softened to a murmur. "They are there! A few miles from the towns, not far away from the railroads. After they attack France, everyone who is not a real German will be there in the cages."
The cellar was the only cage Anna had ever been locked in. She thought of thousands of people crammed into cellars like this one.
"No! They're going to set me free as soon as they find out I'm not guilty," Anna explained, her heart sinking. "I have my papers ... I will join my parents in Belgium." She reached for the Gypsy. "You see, we were to meet on the train after my father and mother took care of our money. I can join them as soon as I get out of here." The words sounded wrong, even to Anna's own ears. She touched his arm, as if grabbing the Gypsy would make them both believe her.
The Gypsy patted her hand. "They are already inside Belgium." He stopped, then whispered sympathetically, "The Nazis. I heard them talking about the attack while I was transported here. For your sake, child, I hope your parents did not get on the train."
Anna sat, stunned. She thought of the posters, the rock-throwing, the unreasoning hatred she'd grown up with. Her parents had always tried to shield her from the bitter anti-semitism of the other Germans, but it was always there, in the background of her existence.
"But ... my mother and father ... they gave up everything to leave. We were going to live in the Low Countries ..." She shook her head. "The man who bought Daddy's store kept stalling until we had to sell it so cheap ..."
Anna felt the Gypsy's hand tense. He didn't speak for a moment, then said, "Your parents will be all right. Thank your god for that."
The heavy door of the cellar grated open. Anna shielded her eyes from the glare of the electric lights. The bright shaft of yellow hurt after so many hours in total darkness. The Gypsy squeezed her hand reassuringly.
Anna pulled away. The lumpy silhouettes of two big men loomed over her. With concern for her parents still milling in her brain, Anna passively let the soldiers lift her by the arms and drag her out of the dungeon.
She kept her head down, her long brown hair falling over her face. Anna's eyes were just starting to adjust to the light when she heard the lieutenant's voice. "Clean the Jew pig. Hauptmann Burke wishes to interrogate her."
"Jawohl, Herr Oberleutenant," one soldier replied. With a shove, he thrust Anna toward a door at the side of the white-walled room.
Anna stumbled forward. She raised her hands to sweep her hair out of her face. The aches in her muscles from lying on the cellar floor made her walk awkwardly. She tripped and fell sprawling on her hands and knees on a cement floor just inside the raised sill. Big hands grabbed her shoulders again and set her upright, then ripped her dress away. Anna screamed, "No! Oh, god!" She tried to cover her breasts with her crossed arms.
The bigger of the two soldiers turned Anna around and pulled her arms down roughly. He pinched her sore nipples and laughed, "Interrogation! Ah, to be an officer!" He yanked the remaining shreds of Anna's dress away.
Anna backed up, trying to hide her pussy from the lewd eyes of the two soldiers. The dagger marks on her buttocks and thighs stung where the tearing cloth had ripped away the clotting scabs. Her waist-length hair hung in tangled clumps all around her pretty, terrified face, and clawed marks radiated from the chill-erected points of her nipples.
Anna thought it strange that her mind worked so fast and so futilely. She surveyed the two soldiers, measuring them even as she tried to press herself backward through the walls.
They-they're just boys! The big one can't be any older than David!
The little one looks quite handsome, except for that scar. What are they doing here? I know there are children in the party, but in the SS?
Anna's hair flew as she turned her head this way and that, searching for an escape. Even if I get out, where can I go, naked? I still have that mess on my foot-the dogs could find me in minutes.
The soldiers took off their boots and set them precisely outside the raised door sill. One of them always watched her closely while the other prepared. The lieutenant stood two meters from the door, his arms folded. He smiled carnivorously at Anna. She looked down at the floor, then defiantly back up at him.
What can he do to me now? The only thing worse than what he has done is death. I have nothing to fear from him, Anna told herself. Her soft brown eyes hardened and she set her mouth in a tight line. The SS officer laughed.
Anna imagined facing him with a saber in her hand. The thought of carrying the duel of their eyes onto the swordsman's mat made her pussy tighten in anticipation. A wild notion that she could best him, fairly challenged, rose inside her. Anna lifted her chin and a scornful twitch quirked her full lips. She stared as if through a long tunnel, only the skull-faced head of the lieutenant visible.
A blast of hot water smashed into Anna's rib cage. She opened her mouth in surprise. The two soldiers had unlimbered a heavy fabric hose and they played a stream of scalding water over her body. Anna struggled to remain upright from the initial blow. She skated and slid on the wet floor. The glossy-finished concrete was like ice under her bare feet.
The steaming jet of water roared and splashed in the small room. The lieutenant had to shout to be heard. "This is how we clean swine for the market- or for slaughter," he bellowed.
Anna glared at him. She summoned enough energy to spit in his direction, but the effort made the next blast of water catch her unawares. The stream slashed down to her ankles, upending her. Anna fell heavily on the floor of the water-cell.
Anna tried to struggle to her feet again, but the smaller soldier directed the stream at her crotch. The water hit like a hammer on the sensitive flesh, opening her cuntlips and setting a lusty flash of fire on her clitty. Anna doubled up, her mouth opening wide as the blast of erotic sensation paralyzed her.
The water was just hot enough to make Anna sweat under it. She rolled onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the moving stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She fought to get free from the coils.
The soldier shot the water straight up between her long thighs. Anna hunched back at it involuntarily. The blast of hot water against her rectum and the sore mouth of her pussy was like a huge tongue, driving into both holes at once. The bloody streaks on her ass and thighs washed away in an instant, the water reopening the knife-prick wounds. They still hurt, but the pain was softer, somehow adding to the sensation in her cunt and ass.
Anna gasped, her seal-slick body moving on the smooth concrete. She didn't dare turn to face the stream ... the force of the hot water would drown her, if the Nazis chose. She tried to turn sideways, keeping her back to the door. Her olive skin reddened as the roaring water massaged life back into her chilled body, darkening the blush around her arousing loins and the spots of rich color on her cheekbones and breasts.
The soldier running the hose stepped around the floor, directing the flow against every part of Anna's body. The girl tried to keep her face and breasts away, but there was no chance. She had to lie on the floor, all the muscles in her shapely body working, turning this way and that to keep from drowning.
Ann looked out the door. Thick clouds of steam rolled from waist-level to the ceiling, half-hiding the lieutenant's face. His eyes had the same savage brightness they's shown when he stabbed her ass with his dagger. The bright light outside glinted on his insignia, making flashes against the black of his uniform.
The hose blasted against Ann's breasts. Her nipples drove into the firm flesh of her tits under the flow. She felt the whole mass of each round breast aching with arousal. The outside heat of the water and the inner heat of her abused lust combined to make Anna pant as much from excitement as from the battle with the hose.
Anna put her hands over her face. The shame of feeling herself crawl around naked in front of the cruel trio made her want to give up. Her defiance of the officer and his power faded. She lay on her back, weeping as the soldier played the hose from her tits to her cunt.
The incredibly heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and her cunthole made Anna's hips rise and fall. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. She tried to stop the insane growth of her cuntal heat by holding her hands over the sodden triangle of her cunt hair. Her hips still rolled.
Every time Anna put her hands over her pussy, the soldier moved the stream to blast at her rectum or her nipples. The splashing waves of water bouncing off her tits filled her nostrils and mouth. Anna turned her head to the side, coughing and gasping for air.
She couldn't hide the lascivious heat from their eyes. Ann knew she was rutting there before them, but she was helpless. The sheer power of the water beat her flesh into eager readiness for more.
The lowering clouds of steam in the little room began to mercifully hide her from the randy gaze of the SS. Ann put her fist to her mouth and gnawed on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing aroused her, she didn't want them to see her beginning to come.
It wouldn't be long before the orgasm building in her cunt went off. Anna felt the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal sphincter. She closed her eyes and lay there, totally exposed to the water. She hoped that the men would stop when she began to come. If they kept on, she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her until her orgasm tapered off.
Anna twisted her hips, seeking out the stream. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. The lascivious mass of feelings in her crotch accelerated, sharpening as the water beat at her clit, softening but still rising as she writhed to get the flow onto the mouth of her pussy.
Her skin squeaked on the cement floor. Anna knew that all the sweat and blood and come of the two fuckings was washed off of her now. She wanted to feel that tremendous sensation again, that pulsing, vibrating release that would ripple through all her muscles. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.
A quick move of the soldier's arm swept the water across her tits, then back to her cunt. The sudden cessation of the heat in her pussy made the rising wall of excitement inside her slip a bit, then the renewed blast sent it higher than before. The soldier was taking careful aim with the hose, his adept movements adding to the lusty rush of feeling all through Anna's body.
Again the hose blasted a stream across her rippling belly and onto her tits. Anna felt the water toying with her nipples longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The full under swell of her breasts throbbed lewdly under the hot flow.
Back down to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. It felt like a huge mouth simultaneously sucking and licking at the whole top of her cuntmound. Anna groaned, tensing herself to hurry her orgasm.
She could have cried with frustration. The soldier played the hose between her outspread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her pussy. The water bounced from the floor to bathe the undersides of her thighs, then slashed back and forth across her asscheeks. Anna levered her ass upward, putting her hands on her cheeks. She spread herself for the invading stream, feeling the vulgar thrill of the blast against the sensuous ring of her rectum.
Now the force of the water had aroused every part of Anna's lust. The seventeen-year-old girl had never felt such extreme need build up in her crotch. Even the insides of her thighs ached for the release from her cunty need.
It was there, just out of reach. Anna strained internally, lowering her upraised pelvis. She needed to feel that stream on her clit. The whole top of her cunt was tied in knots of hunger, waiting for the last push over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, seeking that last tiny bit of hot sensuality.
Suddenly a jolting blast of cold water hit her cunt dead center. The hot stream blasted into her face, and Anna felt her whole cunt clench like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping of her cuntwalls as they clamped down on nothingness.
The icy stream flowed even harder than the hot hose had. Both of them played over her body, the cold one always returning to her cunt. Anna couldn't believe how much her orgasm increased, how long the cunty clenching of all her muscles lasted. The freezing water immobilized her cunt, holding it at the unbearable height of each pulse for seconds at a time. She couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of her come until the icy blast moved from her cunt.
When it blasted across her tits, Anna thought the freezing would strangle her. She fought with all her strength to grab short breaths. Her whole chest spasmed, battling against the terrifying chill of the second hose. She heard the Nazis laughing, but it didn't matter. All Anna wanted was to have the powerful streams stop.
Totally out of control, Anna wanted to scream. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of her come wouldn't let her. She writhed on the floor, agonized by the cunty onslaught against her nerves. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to get control of her body. The sound of the water drowned out the laughter and the curses. She rolled over, feeling the twin streams blasting against the spasming ring of her asshole. Anna strangled on sobs, her breath driven out by her come. The bright, steamy room darkened, and Anna dragged her clawed fingers on the cement, trying to get away from the terrifying power of her own reaction.
Her skin was painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the chill. The goose bump hardness of her nipples hurt, but it wasn't the pleasant tingling pain of arousal. The wrinkly aureoles tightened until the whole surface of each tit hurt from compressing the firm flesh inside. Anna reached the far wall, still clawing to get away.
The naked, tortured, still-coming woman climbed up, her head back to the spasm of her come. The water hoses forced water at her shoulders, pinning her tits against the wall. Anna's arms collapsed and she slid down into the gutter at the edge of the floor. The white-painted wall in front of her darkened. Anna felt the whole world enter her cunt. The water stopped, and she fell into a sudden silence.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anna's head lolled. She caught glimpses of overhead light globes. Someone, or some two, carried her upward. The echoing walls of the stairwell amplified the breathing of the men who held her.
She was half-wrapped in a coarse blanket. It scratched her skin. She had no idea of where in the building she was, or even if she were in the same building.
How long was I passed out? Oh, those evil men! It had to be that lieutenant's idea ... the cold water. I feel like I've been beaten up ... all of my muscles are like water.
But I don't hurt any more. If I could only move by myself. No, it's not too hard. My head feels like a cabbage ... hard and numb and all twisted inside. Ami thinking right? How would I know if I weren't?
They are taking me to Captain Burke ... yes. A captain ... Is a captain enough revenge for David?
One of the men shifted his grip on Anna's torso and opened a door. He kicked at it, grabbed her again, and they carried the limp Jewess into a corridor. She lay loose and supple as she could, not wanting them to realize that she'd awakened.
These pigs carrying me are nothing, nothing at all. They didn't kill David. If only the lieutenant weren't armed all the time ...
I want to have him fuck me again. I can grab that ugly machine gun from him and kill him slowly, one shot at a time. Perhaps after this captain ...
One of the soldiers set Anna down. The other held her up, one hand digging into the firm swell of her buttocks. Anna heard a knock.
"Yes? What is it?" a muffled voice said.
"The Jew prisoner, Hauptmann Burke," one man called.
"Bring her in," the captain replied. "She is ready for interrogation?"
The soldiers half-carried, half-dragged Anna into the room. "Very ready, Herr Hauptmann."
"Good. Put her on the table."
Anna felt herself lifted, then set down on a hard surface. She let herself dangle onto it, lying with her arms half off the sides. She breathed slow and easy, hiding the flutter in her belly. This could be the chance she needed.
"That's fine, men. Dismissed," the captain said. Anna peered to the side from beneath one slitted eyelid.
She saw bookshelves lining a wall, filled with heavy gold-leaf bindings. An open window showed daylight outside. Anna tried to think of the date, but figuring it after the night or more in the dungeon was too much for her. She felt a ravenous hunger begin to gnaw at her stomach.
Anna heard heavy breathing over her. She sneaked her eyelids down again. Hauptmann Burke sounded asthmatic, with a whistling wheeze on every exhalation.
"Ah, yesss! My prisoner is here at last," the wheezing voice said. "Such a nice one for me ... all for me. I wonder ... No. Von Brautsitch wants all of them for labor."
Anna put every gram of her being into stillness, slow heavy sleep-like breathing. The captain was walking around her. His voice came from one side, then the other. She tried to roll as if she were drugged when the captain pulled the coarse blanket from under her.
Catatonic. That's what the school book called it. Resist slightly, but let him place my body wherever he wishes. Don't move back.
The hands pulling at her waist felt fat, pale, and soft. Anna cringed at the clammy touch, but the captain didn't appear to notice. She let him put her hands together above her head, then shackle them to something hard and cold.
Anna wondered briefly why her feet and ankles were left untied. The cold table under her rolled toward one of the walls she hadn't been able to see.
"A Jew, Jew, Jew prisoner," the captain repeated. "My captive." He puffed with the exertion of rolling the table.
The captain muttered under his breath. Anna felt the table tipping. Her head rose. The pivot was apparently near the small of her back. She let her eyelids open a whisker's width. She faced a narrow wall, blank save for a glass fronted gun rack.
The table reached vertical. Anna's asscheeks juddered down the cold surface until her arms stretched from her weight. She stayed calm until she realized, My feet don't reach the floor! I'm going to hang here from my wrists!
Hauptmann Burke crossed her vision. He was short, middle-aged, balding. His black-and-silver uniform fit badly, showing too much of his overhanging belly. Anna closed her eyes again. She thought of kicking him with her unbound feet. That might be the way to begin her revenge against the lieutenant.
Ann doubled up, her knees rising to the base of her tits. Burke had swung his doubled fist into her lower belly with all his strength. The blow went past the flaccid muscles of her abdomen, bruising into her womb. Ann gagged, with the dull pain seeming to wrench her guts inside out. Her eyes opened wide.
Now Anna pulled herself up as she tried to protect herself from the unprovoked blow. She stared at the fat little captain, her mouth wide, gasping for air. "Uhhh ... uh ..." she grunted, panic showing in her face.
Hauptmann Burke stood back, rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet. He had his hands behind his dumpy ass. "So. You are the Jewish whore who was found with the courier."
Anna shook her head, her arms aching. She tried to unwind her legs, as if the curled position of her pain was an admission of guilt. "No, Herr Hauptmann! I ... I was waiting for my parents with David. He worked in our store for years! He's not a courier for anybody!"
"What were your parents doing that you needed to wait for them, Jew cunt?" The captain rocked steadily back and forth, the erection already obvious in his pants. "Don't your degenerate people pride themselves on close families?"
Anna shook her head. The metal bands on her wrist were starting to cut into her hands. All her weight was suspended from the sharp-edged cuffs. "They had business ... about our store. They sold it last week."
"The business was the overthrow of the Reich! They were dealing with traitors and spies when they were shot! Shot, do you hear?" The captain foamed at the mouth when he raised his voice. His pale, watery eyes opened wide, seeming ready to fall out of his head.
Anna watched in terror as the little captain brought his hands from behind his back. He held a riding crop in one hand, the thong looped around his thumb and across the back of his hand. He tapped the limber, leather-covered rod in his palm. "Who were they supposed to meet?"
Anna shook her head violently from side to side. She could already imagine the stinging blows of the crop on her skin. Sweat poured from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her tits. "I don't know ... they never said. Daddy just left me with David. We were going to catch the late train-" Anna thought quickly- "to visit our relatives in Bremen." Her voice dropped a half-note as she spouted the quick lie.
Without cocking his arm, the captain lashed the end of the riding crop backhand across Anna's belly. "Lying pig! They were changing money, changing Reichmarks for gold! Jews and gold, gold and Jews! The ruin of Germany!" He slashed the crop across Anna's cheekbone.
The force of the blow snapped her head to the side. Anna choked on a stifled scream. Cool air on the inner flesh of her cheek and the slow, heavy trickle down her face told Anna that he had scarred her face for life. She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. Anna ignored the fiery pain that ran from her ribs to her navel and spat at him. "Nazi bastard! Your blindness, your war machines have strangled Germany! Stukas! Racing cars! Noise and waste and hate are killing my country! I am a German, too!"
The captain pulled himself up to his full hundred-sixty centimeter height. "You are not a German! You and your people are the vampires that suck the blood from a healthy people!" He coughed, his breath catching on the sputtered word. The crop in his hand trembled. "Your parents were dealing with spies! Your Jew pimp was a courier for the Communists before our Oberleutenant Nurburg killed the filthy scum when he tried to desert you in that whorehouse! How dare a Jew whore tell me, ME, a captain in the service of our beloved Fuehrer, that I lie!" He purpled, his whole body shaking, before he slashed the riding crop across Anna's left nipple.
The slicing pain of the blow was only the first agony for Anna. After her scream, after the involuntary spasm that drew her legs up toward her belly, the pain went on and on, like a raw gash with salty, stinging piss poured over it. She ground her teeth, hating the captain bitterly. Anna wanted him to come close enough for her foot to lash into his balls before she showed the first sign of breaking down. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted hurt, slowly gaining control.
"Well? Is there nothing for you to say, Jew?" the captain asked as Anna's features returned to normal. "Your people always talk and talk! Why don't you try to convince me how I must betray my leader, my race? Why can't you say what a Christian should do, as if a God-killer would know?" His voice grew louder with each sentence. He wiggled the riding crop in front of her face. "I am waiting! Tell me, Jew whore!!"
Anna sagged in the handcuffs. She felt her toes barely touching the carpet. If only he knew that monstrous three-in-one creature that he calls his god ... the mercy my ancestors are blamed for killing ...
"Bitch!" He slashed the end of the crop across Anna's face. "Swine dog!" He lashed out, peeling a narrow strip of skin from Anna's right breast.
Anna writhed with the pain of the cuts. She felt the warm sticky sweetness of her blood flowing down her ribs, trailing along her belly. Her navel filled with the fluid, then let it trickle down into the top of her cuntal fringe.
The captain looked at her, licking his lips. The twisting, bleeding, tortured body in front of him aroused a lewd gleam, somewhere between hatred and lust, in his eyes. He came closer to Anna.
She moved her right foot experimentally. Just a little closer. I can do it if he moves a tiny bit nearer, she told herself.
The captain grabbed at Anna's cunt, twisting the hairs and her labia in his first. The pulling, tearing sensation blasted through the girl like a knife that rampaged in her guts. Anna brought her knee up, searching for the opening that would let her explode the captain's balls.
His free hand flailed at her face. "Cunt! Jew cunt pig! I shit on you and your mother! I kill your god, your dog licking rabbis, your fucking unholy holidays! All of you, every one, every god damned one of you rotting swine Jews!"
The crop lashed across her face, her lips, the tops of her breasts. Anna struggled, dragging herself higher on the table. The edges of the manacles sliced skin from her wrists. Anna felt her hands going numb as the nerves bruised and parted. She screamed at him, dragging out curses that she couldn't remember having heard. The shrill power of her cries rang off the walls, almost drowning the Nazi's vile spewings.
As hard as Anna tried to battle with the captain, she only brought more pain to herself. When she rose upward, the blind strokes of the crop crossed her nipples, burning into the sensitive tips like flaming sulphur. When her legs struggled to wrap around him, to mash his manhood to jelly, his fingers found a deeper grip on her cuntflesh. Anna knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, vulnerable skin of her cuntlips. The dagger-sliced folds of her inner labia were on fire.
The captain lashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt. She fought higher on the table. The little man growled, his words lost in the red rage of his fury. Anna felt him hunching against her thighs. Even as she bit at his hand, grinding her teeth on the crop, nausea rose up in the young girl. The pain in her crotch and his vicious struggles aroused her. Ann couldn't tell which was worse, the gruesome excitement of the Nazi, or her own flashes of lewd heat under the pain in her cuntflesh.
The battle changed. The captain still beat at her breasts and belly with his little ritual whip, but his grabbing, twisting hand moved slower in her cunt. Anna moved her hips, still seeking the opening that would let her mash his cock into a wrecked mass of bleeding meat, but her motions slowed, too.
The growling curses of the captain changed, lowering from the feverish tenor to a near-purr. His words lost their vile shape, though they still came from deep in his throat. His whip hand slacked the murderous lashing, moving from Anna's tits to her belly, then to the relatively insensitive skin of her shoulders. He pushed his face against her deep cleavage.
Anna felt the fluid running like a river of molten lava in her cunt. She found the bulge of his prick with her thigh, but when she tried to knee him in the balls, she only slithered her leg up the side of his rigid organ. Hating herself, Anna let the battling tension fade from her loins. She hung from the cuffs, her shoulders twisting to press her tits against the smooth-shaven sides of the captain's face.
Hauptmann Burke pulled back. His watery blue eyes were half closed. A line of saliva trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth together, he stared at Anna and unbuckled his gun belt.
Anna watched, horrified and aroused as the Nazi slid the heavy leather harness off his uniform. The paunchy man dragged the diagonal strap off his shoulder first, then carefully placed his gun on the desk. Anna thought briefly of capturing it, but the prospect of feeling his cock and his whip both battering her most sensuous zones held her captive, even more a prisoner than the shackles on her wrists.
Her breasts heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took. Anna turned her head to one side, watching from the corner of one eye. The pride she'd felt when defying the lieutenant rose up in her again, and the all-but-helpless young girl glared at the captain. Her brown eyes defied him to approach her, but the wet, quivering pout of her full lips invited him to do the worst he could.
"So, Jew, you think it is possible to be making fools of the SS." Hauptmann Burke said. "We have no fools, Fraulein Levin. The fools are those who think they can defy the great machine of the German people!" He opened his pants.
Anna tried to keep her eyes from the uncircumcised taper of the end of his cock. No matter how much she wanted to look the captain in the eye, it was always the blind eye beneath the end of his prick that her gaze returned to.
His cock was a uniform sallow pink. Anna thought that his heart must be very weak. She'd never seen skin so pale and wasted on a man. Even the glands, when he skinned his prepuce back, looked abnormally pale. It reminded her of the shiny-smooth end of a peeled egg.
Anna closed her legs, dangling just in front of the metal table. The twisting motion made her sway away from the cold surface. Her toes no longer touched the carpet when she crossed her thighs. Only the top fringe of her cunt hair showed in the vee of her closed legs.
Anna felt her nipples, sore and bleeding, puckering into stiff points. Her big breasts were flattened by the radical extension of her manacled arms. Her cleavage almost disappeared.
The captain had dropped his pants, the pale, thick mass of his prick jutting toward Anna like a saber. The hair around his cock was grizzled, shot through with grey. His balls clung tight to the underside of his shaft. He stripped off his tunic, tossing it carelessly over his gun belt.
Anna's joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she tried to conceal her cunt from the little captain.
Burke picked his crop off the desk again, winding the thong carefully around, as if the shackled girl could somehow take it away from him. Steeping carefully toward her, he kept his body to the side.
Anna's spirits sank. The Nazi was protecting his balls from the chance of her kick. She uncrossed her legs, dangling on tiptoe now to ease the pain in her arms.
Burke prodded at her left tit with the end of the crop. Anna felt the leather-and-metal tip press into her titty, just beneath her nipple. He rolled it around, and a shiver of sensation fluttered from her nipple to her spine. Anna pressed her toes against the rug. Her breasts filled out fractionally as the strain on her arms eased.
Burke walked in front of her, the tip of the riding crop trailing across the rich under swell of her tits. His cock grew a bit, standing straighter from his loins.
With a quick, savage movement, the captain slashed the crop across both nipples. Anna squealed sharply, then set her jaw.
Her tits bounced after the impact, each vibration sending more pain and heat into her brain. Her right nipple felt like it was half-ripped from her tit. The pull-flattened muscles of her belly quivered.
The captain smiled grimly at her. He seemed about to speak, working his drooling lips, when he slashed an X across her lower belly with the little whip.
"Annhh!" Anna grunted drawing her legs up. The vulnerable muscles under her navel contracted in a spasm of pain, curling her back until her ass cheeks were clear of the table. Something popped in her shoulder.
Swiftly, the captain struck just under her kneecap with the middle of the crop. Anna's ankle jerked and he grabbed it. He pulled her away from the table, then flung her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.
Anna slammed against the table, striking the cold metal with her ribs and hipbone. She rebounded, swaying like a pendulum. She pulled her head back as her tits and belly made contact.
Her feet were out behind her now. The captain lashed the crop over and over against her soles, sending incredible pain up her legs. Anna kicked out, trying to evade the whistling crop. Her long wet hair dangled clear to her buttocks as she wailed, her head back and her mouth wide open.
The arch of her foot was the target. The captain slowed his strokes, timing them to strike just when Anna didn't expect it. The sensitive skin of her foot felt like it bled. Anna thought the whip crushed the small bones inside. She beat her face against the table, but that only forced her dangling body out toward the crop again. Anna struggled to get her toes on the floor again, battling to stop the bruising swings of her body. She let the metal cuffs slice into her wrists. Blood flowed down her arms, deep-red trails reaching her elbows and spattering on the floor.
She got her toes down, but the captain was prepared for that. He flogged at the backs of her knees, the full columns of her thighs, and beat at her ass-cheeks with unholy glee. Anna heard his breath whistling, almost masking the cackle that punctuated the slashing strokes.
Her ass was on fire. Anna thought she felt the skin splitting. Her buttocks heated, reddening to scarlet. The blazing agony of her plump ass radiated to her cunt. Juice ran from her pussy mouth to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the riding crop cut into her. First huge welts, then meaty-looking gashes appeared as the little whip peeled skin from her asscheeks. Anna yammered for mercy, but the captain kept on.
He concentrated on lashing her ass, but none of her exposed skin was safe. Anna clenched her cheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive, knife-scarred ring of her asshole. The captain beat further up, flaying skin from her shoulders.
The stripes across her lower back hurt terribly, with the ends of her hair stripping along the nerves until Anna thought she had no skin left. She thought of the Gypsy in the dungeon, his skin literally ripped from his back. She swung on the shackles, her toes and knees bruising against the metal table. With complete despair, Anna let herself dangle, her head back. Her asscheeks opened.
That was what the captain had been waiting for. With a slashing overhead stroke, he ripped the end of the crop down the valley of her asscleft, reopening the knife wounds around her asshole. The tip of the whip caught at the base of her rectum, pulling the tender ring out of shape. It felt like he had a handful of her assguts and yanked them out.
Anna screamed, her voice shrilling past the soprano. The incredible pain of the assault on her asshole blasted up her spine to her brain. She jerked convulsively, the top of her cuntmound bruising against the table top. A flood of cuntlube rushed out of her pussy. The impact just above her clit sent a shower of sparks into her cunt.
The captain laughed aloud behind her. He stopped the whipping long enough to jab the end of the crop into the narrow zone between her holes.
Anna thrust her ass backward, trying to get away from the blunt presence pushing at her. The tip of the crop went roughly into her cunt, forcing the wet, hot flesh open. The instant clenching of her cuntmuscle around the weapon almost dragged it from the captain's hand.
Burke ripped the crop away from the grasp of her cunt. Anna's feet had gone up involuntarily, threatening his balls.
Hauptmann Burke jammed the crop against Anna's asshole. The abused ring of rubbery muscle felt like it was being driven up into her belly, tearing the lining loose. She clawed upward, her arms knotting with muscles Anna didn't know she had. Her knees and tits banged against the metal, bruising and aching. A strange fire started in the rim of her asshole as he moved the whip in and out Anna's hips went back, offering more of her ass to him.
Hauptmann Burke yanked the crop out of her asshole with incredible speed. Ann felt like the whole knotted mass of guts ripped out with it A twisted, lusty feeling in and around her asshole inflamed her cunt even more.
The little captain dragged a chair behind her, still poking the crop around her vagina and rectum. Anna twisted, letting her arms slacken. The feelings in her fuck zones were growing lewder. She wanted to dangle closer to whatever the captain could force into her.
The captain puffed behind her. Anna waited. Wondering what else he had in store for her. The flutter in her cunt had passed through pain, coming out as a furnace of slippery heat. She thought of hanging helpless while he shoved that uncut cock into her pussy, and a fresh flood of cunt juice wet her labia. Anna tried to twist her head to see what the captain was doing.
He grabbed the wide horns of the front of her pelvis. Anna knew from the angle of his grip that the captain was standing on something. His riding crop dangled from the thong, bouncing against the red-striped slashes on her buttock and thigh. The captain grunted. Anna arched her back slightly, seeking his prick.
With a sudden, piercing pain, the head of his cock found her. Anna yelled, feeling the blunt head pressing against her cut, whipped, virgin asshole. The captain laughed again, with a nasty undertone.
"Take it in, Jew bitch! You are shit, and I will feel your shit on my cock!" He jabbed again.
Anna screamed louder. The whole tight ring of her rectum was being driven up into her guts. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole, as if it was being ripped loose with a blunt chisel. The scraping of the crop on her battered thigh was adding to the pain, especially when the captain dug his fingernails into the weeping cuts.
The pressure against her asshole eased for an instant. Anna let down, relaxing the forbidding tightness of the sphincter. She pushed outward, as if she were shitting.
One of the hands left her hip. The captain braced his cockshaft, holding it rigid against the rubbery circle of her rectum. Anna let her ass-forcing push relax.
Like a huge, hard lump of shit, the cock jammed against her relaxed asshole. Before Anna could even think to loosen the reflexive grasp of her rectum, half the cockhead was already pushed into her. The little muscle felt like it was ripping at the top.
Anna's cunt almost cried out to feel that cockhead that ravaged her ass. She wanted to feel the hard intrusion in her pussy, not in her ass.
Anna felt the obscene slickness of his foreskin peeling back. The end of his prick felt slippery. It reached fractionally further into her rectum. She consciously eased the tight grip of her ass on the head.
The captain let go of her hip. She felt his hand reach up to her beaten, bruised tit. Anna squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavy-haired overhang of his belly.
Anna moved her ass as sensuously as she could. The slow intrusion of the hard prick in her ass hurt terribly. If she could somehow show him how well her cunt could wrap around his prick, perhaps he would give her the lusty heat of his cock in the right hole.
It was splitting her wide open. Anna felt the pain of his gradual insertion reaching higher in her ass, spreading clear to the outer edges of her asscheeks. Even the lieutenant's brutal fucking had been easier on her than this. At least he used a hole that Anna wanted filled.
The widening head of his cock seemed to go on forever. Anna wept, salty tears burning her whip slashed cheek. She couldn't even put her toes on the ground. The lascivious slowness of his cock kept her feet too far from the floor.
Now both of his hands covered her nipples. He twisted them, pinching the torn flesh cruelly. Anna thought the ripped tips of her breasts were gushing blood over his hands, he twisted and hurt them so badly.
Anna felt the sudden easing of the pressure in her ass. The head of his cock had finally popped past the tight ring at the entrance to her asshole. She straightened her legs, just beginning to take some of the agonizing strain off her arms.
Her legs and arms spasmed. The captain had started to pull his cock back out. The reversed tugging was like a vacuum sucking at her guts, with the vulgar outward stretching of her asshole shooting flashes of repelled lewdness up her spine.
Anna bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now, not with the insistent motions of that bar of cock in her ass. She pushed her buttocks toward him, seeking relief from the obscene sucking in her chute.
The captain paused, then shoved further in. Anna squeaked, her pussy going into tremors of need. The folding, slippery ring of his foreskin massaged the sensitive nerves of her overloaded ass like a tiny mouth. It felt like an obscene kiss around and in her asshole.
Anna was completely torn, both in her assflesh and her mind. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the pain from the twin centers driving more heat to her crotch. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed against his overhanging belly, seeking more of the lascivious fullness that threatened to split her ass wide open.
The sliding of the cock as it moved deeper in her guts sent shivery thrills through her rectum. Anna felt her guts filling with the Nazi's prick, like a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her colon. She thought his cock would surely have to stop ... there couldn't be as much as there felt like.
But after the head and the foreskin entered, the prick kept sliding further up her ass. Anna's rectal nerves were much more sensitive to the exaggerated distending than even her cunt. She imagined the thick bar of meat in her ass growing until it was the size of a cannon. The captain's cock felt like the trunk of a tree impaling her.
The steady pressure eased. Anna felt his belly on her asscheeks. Surely, that must be all ... he must be all the way in now. She let a long sigh escape.
The captain started again to withdraw. Anna thought he pulled a foot of cock out of her ass, the nerves in her asshole protesting all the way.
He started forward again. Anna pressed her ass back against him, arching her back. The strange fullness inside her bowels was beginning to excite her. It wasn't like the heat that rose in her cunt when she was milking around a cock, though it seemed to be connected in a strange way. It was a sensation all its own, with the sheer ungodly evil of the act adding a spice to the feelings.
The cock went deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. Anna inhaled, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his prick went up and up, filling her until she felt it almost buried in her breasts. The incredible distension of her whole tube made her belly seem full for the first time since she'd been thrown in the cellar.
It was like gorging at a feast. Anna thought her belly would swell to bursting. The heat from the nerves in her asshole bounced off the nauseating stuffed feeling and doubled back, shooting streamers of weird need into her brain. Despite the pain, Anna wanted more cock in her ass. She wished it really was a tree trunk he fucked into her ass.
Back again, with her insides trying to follow his prick out. Anna thought the lewd suction in her asshole would drive her insane.
The tempo of the captain's ass-ripping prick increased. Anna squeezed her rectum tight around him, trying to drag more sensuous tingles across the nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt now, how much blood caked on the cuts on her ass and tits-she just wanted that cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of heat in her assguts exploded.
The captain had stamina. He thrust back and forth, gradually speeding his cock strokes until Anna thought the tissues of her ass would melt. The hot friction in her dry ass was like naphtha in an open wound. As the ramming length and speed of the strokes grew, she felt the drag of her cuntlips milk more juice from her hole. Heat sliced into the sides of her erect clit. The cunty feeling built up rapidly, becoming as important as the jabbing piston of prickmeat in her asshole.
Anna grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. All the pain in her body focused in her asshole. The stretched, tearing ring seemed to draw the salty sting from her cuts and gather it around the prick that moved mercilessly in her colon.
Anna panted, her mind going blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast, but the way her cunt reacted, she didn't care what happened in her ass.
The rigid bar of thrusting prick in her ass seemed to slow, then, with the sweaty slap of his fat belly on her asscheeks, Anna felt him hit something deep inside her. The kink of her inner walls hurt like a dozen knives were plunging into it. The lining of her ass stretched up toward her heart. It pulled clear to the mouth of her asshole. She felt the lining, all but ready to tear loose, accelerate the vulgar thrills from her clenching ass. Anna wanted it to all happen at once, the pain in her tits, the juicy sliding of her cuntlips, the piercing, reaming, circling thrusts of the cock in her ass ...
The captain grunted behind her. His cock pulled out, sucking her guts down. Only the head of his prick stayed in her asshole. Anna felt the flaring wings of his glands pulling at the tender lining of her rectum, urging her insides out. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering strokes.
With a bestial grunt, the captain rammed his cock deep into her ass. Anna felt the lining ripping. His prick hit like a freight train crashing into the side of a mountain. She screamed, feeling a cataclysm of lusty fire in her ass.
The thick, spurting masses of the captain's come burned the lining of her asstube like jets of jellied gasoline. Anna's cunt snapped shut on emptiness. Her ass wrung at his prick. She convulsed, her dangling body pounding against the table and the captain's body.
Her tits mashed under his hands. Her face hit the table until she felt the bruises rising, but Anna ignored that. All she could feel was the come-spewing pole in her ass and the earth shaking power of her come.
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensations in her ass. Anna's mind centered in the three hot spots of her crotch, her pierced ass, her clenching cunthole, and the fevered spike of her clit. Every fading motion of the captain's cock heightened the wrenching, struggling torture in her loins until she felt him pulling out.
"No!" Anna cried. She wanted that prick to stay in her ass until the whole incredible process of her unnatural come was done.
The out-sliding member paused, then slid further. Anna wept. It disrupted the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many hot signals up her spine. Her overloaded brain shattered and she fought to keep his prick in her asshole.
The wide flare of the head slipped out. Anna ground her teeth, cursing the Nazi. Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her wet, clasping cunt. She jerked and twitched as he stepped away, pounding her shackled body against the table.
Anna's arms straightened slowly. Her toes brushed carpet, but she didn't try to rest on them. Her whole body sagged, stretched by gravity into a tall, vertical line, cross hatched with bloody whip stripes. She had never felt so deserted in her life. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt and the captain's come oozed from her stretched asshole. Anna let her eyes close in defeat.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anna lost her long brown hair that day. A slack-jawed, drooling man in leg irons cut it close to her scalp with huge shears, stuffing the long strands into a bag under the chair.
She wasn't naked in front of the idiot, however. The guards brought a dress of coarse, nubbly fabric with broad horizontal stripes. They unlocked the sharp-edged handcuffs and stared at her as they would stare at a caged insect while she weakly tugged the dress over her abused body.
Putting up with Hauptmann Burke's interrogation did her no good. While the stunned girl was still in shock from the loss of her lovely brown hair, the skull-faced lieutenant showed her the dungeon. "Clean the garbage out of it," he said, turning a switch that filled the cellar sinkhole with sickly yellow light. "Move!"
Anna looked inside. She staggered, grasping the wall for support. A single eyeball lay next to a body with clotted blood covering its face. The slashed mutilations made it impossible to tell if it had been a man or a woman. The entire crotch looked as if it had been gouged away with an axe, and the limbs lay at grotesque angles. Anna's gorge rose, a thick, bilious taste polluting the back of her throat. That was what I heard all last night, she realized. My god, why didn't they just kill him?
The young lieutenant stiff-armed Anna between the shoulder blades. She stumbled into the room, the stink of decaying urine and flesh stronger now that she had been away from it for a while.
"No, no," Anna mumbled. The pool she had found in the darkness was slimed with black blood, only a trickle of greenish water filming across the top. The water in her belly churned.
"Get on with it! Drag the body out and clean the floor!" the officer sneered. He pulled his ceremonial dagger and tapped it suggestively on his palm.
"Where ... where's the other man?" Anna asked, backing away from the lieutenant. She looked down at her feet, then at the lump of cold meat, trying to keep her distance.
"The Gypsy spy? Ache, he didn't feel well. He is at our clinic." The skull-faced man drew himself up taller as he stepped through the door. Even when stepping carefully among the pools of blood and piss, he kept a regal, detached bearing, like some godson of revenge. "Pray to your Jew god that you stay healthy enough to go straight to the camp. The clinic is where we sent only the worst cases." He pivoted on his boot soles, glancing around the cellar. "Now take the body out! You will beg for me to shoot you if you do not obey!"
Anna shrank back. The SS lieutenant seemed to grow ten centimeters when he shouted his command. The bloodless fury on his face was even more terrifying than the destroyed body behind her. Keeping her eyes on the officer, Anna bent to drag the carcass out.
The officer stared at her, his eyes slitted. His nostrils flared as Anna vomited up yellow bile. Her guts seemed to be tearing out, wrenching up through her throat as she knelt on the floor. Her coarse dress was covered with the clotting blood and smeared feces.
Anna shook her head, weeping. She looked up at the officer. Her mouth worked, but she couldn't spit the words out. Her whole body quivered like a sapling in a gale. Her muscles were weak, as uncontrolled as thunderclouds or dust storms.
Anna dragged herself to her feet when he unsnapped the holster. As horrible as the headquarters was, she wanted to live, not feel bullets slamming through her until life poured out in agonized gasps like David's. She grabbed the corpse by the ankles and jerked it toward the doorway.
Soldiers stood stiff as statues in the next room. Anna looked back at the officer in desperation. He jerked his thumb, pointing to a barred gate.
Anna fought the body, half-lifting it over the sill. There was a covered truck outside, the tailgate just above her waist. The strolling lieutenant had apparently almost lost interest in the game once she had begun to move the cadaver. Lighting one of his English cigarettes, he said casually, "Put it in the truck."
The officer crooked his finger. Anna trudged back into the building and down the ramp to the cellar. Even the metallic clicking of his heels echoing in the watch room drove her spirits down further.
Anna went to her hands and knees as soon as she entered the cellar. The scrub brush and bucket waiting there seemed to be the sanest thing she'd encountered since the SS had burst into the hotel room. Deliberately, she began scrubbing. Even the steady gaze of the eyeball on the floor was tolerable as she shut off her seventeen years of sensibility.
Anna worked from the door toward the back wall, the clean space fanning out behind her like a river delta. She moved to the left, then to the right, always scrubbing just in front of herself. When the brush knocked the eyeball skittering across the floor, the dead gaze wobbling from walls to ceiling, she reached after it and tossed it into the bucket.
Her knees were beginning to hurt. The whipstripes glued the dress to her skin. Anna scrubbed on, her nails shredding in the harsh solution. Her knuckles were raw. The fan-shaped area she'd cleaned was less than halfway to the pool in the back when one of the soldiers called to her.
"Prisoner! Come here! You are finished with the floor there," he said, gesturing.
Anna rose to her feet. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the clotted back of her wrist. The sweat dissolved some of the blood, leaving a smudge above her eyes. She picked up the bucket and wearily moved toward the watch room.
The soldier, a pudgy young man, took his rifle off the sling. Pointing the barrel toward the floor in front of her, he said. "Leave the bucket there."
Anna stopped. He looks frightened! What, me lift this thing to throw it at him? Why doesn't he cross himself to keep my Jew curses away?
She set the heavy galvanized pail down, leaving the coarse brush to float in the dirty slop. Holding her open hands at her sides, she slowly walked into the watch room. She felt the drying filth on her hands and face, the stiffness of the clotted blood on her dress. I must look like their nightmares of Satan, stealing babies to drink their blood.
The young soldier pointed with his gun. "You may wash. Hauptmann Burke does not want our trucks dirtied."
Anna gave a weary smile and a nod. She turned to go into the hose room. Without looking at the soldiers behind her, she pulled the dress over her head and turned on the hot hose. Anna tossed the filthy garment on the floor and blasted the muck off, turning it over with her foot.
The naked girl glanced outside. Two soldiers held their rifles pointed toward her, ready in case she should attack them with the hose. She turned the force of the stream down, holding the nozzle at arm's length to spray the sweat and mire from her skin.
After the chill of the dungeon, it felt nice. Anna lingered in the hose room, rubbing her sodden dress over her skin like a huge washcloth. Some of the stripes from the captain's riding crop rubbed off, stinging as the wounds reopened. Anna hosed her crotch, then sprayed the striped dress again before wringing it out. She shut off the water and stood naked in the steamy cell, her dress dangling from one hand. As if she thought of someone else's body, she wondered if any of the young soldiers would drop their pants and go after her pussy or her rectum. With her short-hacked hair standing out from her head in spiky clumps, she looked at every one of the men.
The soldier who had given her the orders looked embarrassed. He glanced back at his fellows, then jerked his rifle at her. "Get dressed."
It was raining outside when Anna was escorted to another truck. She stood in the alleyway waiting while other soldiers brought out two old men and the "barber" who had cut her hair. One tiny, birdlike woman, older than Moses, was dragged out, her face totally blank. She kept asking for someone named Edmund.
Anna wondered if the Gypsy man would appear. She thought she would recognize him by his voice and the huge mustache she'd felt when giving him water. He never showed.
An old Orthodox Jew joined the group, his side curls torn off. He bled in front of his ears. Anna wondered if it had been the "barber" or the soldiers who had cut him.
Anna suddenly realized how hungry she was. The Sergeant in charge of the prisoner detail gnawed on a small, wrinkled apple as he watched the captives brought out. He tossed the core to the ground and her eyes followed it as if it had been a firework in the night sky.
The sergeant counted the prisoners, his hips moving. He ran his finger down a clipboard, then nodded. Soldiers with bayonets cursed them and prodded them into the back of the truck. It was all Anna could do to lift her body over the tailgate. She teetered on the edge for a long instant, about to fall backward.
One of the soldiers reversed his weapon and swung the butt into her crotch. Anna fell forward, bruising her elbows on the wooden floor of the truck. The center of her lovemound began to swell immediately.
Anna ached from her pubic arch to her coccyx from the blow. She sat carefully on the bench that ran along the sides of the truck bed, leaving her thighs apart. Her bruised pussy needed the air.
Two soldiers climbed in, holding their rifles pointed toward the prisoners. Anna pulled away from the wicked bayonets, squeezing against the drooling defective who'd slashed her hair off. The truck started with a lurch, and Anna felt the tip of a bayonet at her shoulder.
"Get forward! Up to the front with you," one of the soldiers growled. Anna crawled away, wedging herself among the feet of the other prisoners. She noticed the high, built-up shoe of one of the old men.
The heavy roar of the truck and the constant pitching and jerking of the ride lulled Anna into a daze. She heard some of the other prisoners talking, even asking the guards where they were being taken, but she paid no attention. The dull, throbbing ache in her crotch and the knotted fatigue of her muscles were like a bath of pain where she floated just beneath the surface.
* * *
At the railway car, an SS officer shouted for everyone to put his arms over his head. Anna and the two-hundred others numbly obeyed. Above the shoulders of the compressed mass of people, Anna saw soldiers shoving, forcing the last few prisoners into the car. She exhaled, trying to make more room before the heavy door slid shut. Miles away from her weird thoughts, she heard a woman or child screaming.
There was no room, absolutely none. Anna was pressed from every side by sweating bodies. If the panting crowd all breathed in at once, the pressure on her ribs and belly doubled. They stood, some arms drifting down onto neighboring shoulders, for hundred of heartbeats. A pulse or a breath was the only way to measure time ... even if some fortunate captive still possessed his watch, the light filtering through the slats was too dim to read numbers by.
Anna let her arms down. She felt herself slipping into the comfort of sleep, her distant mind flying even further from her body. With a dozen bodies touching hers, pressing the coarse, unidentifiable cloth of the prison dress into her wounds, she drifted. Perhaps it would all turn out to be a dream and she would wake again in Leipzig, ready to depart for Belgium with her parents.
The car lurched. The voices around her increased their babble. Anna listened for a few seconds, then let her brain go limp again. The cattle car was locked and in motion. That was the present, and the present was all that mattered.
Anna slept ... or did she? The thick presence of a penis against her thigh intruded. She felt someone, some male, rubbing against her. Slow and certain, he twisted with the leaning, lurching motions of the car. The interwoven network of arms in the cramped car hindered Anna and the man who had turned his belly against hers.
There was a hand against her breast. Anna felt it. It was real, not some leftover thought of dear dead David. She twisted her shoulders, verifying the hand by moving her tit against it.
Anna drew her hand in. Children cried around her. She had to slip her fingers free of the grasp of a small hand, wriggling over and under other sweating limbs. Her left hand was still trapped in the snakelike cluster of hands and arms beside her, but her right hand was free. She slipped it around the neck of the man in front of her.
He was tall and heavy. His collar would have easily worked as a garter for her stockings, with the rising wedge of his shoulder muscles extending up almost to his jaw. Anna let her head fall forward against the top of his chest.
The brawny body in front of her twitched. He wrestled to free his hand from the twining limbs of nearby prisoners. Anna felt his hot breath gusting through her cropped hair, warming her scalp and the side of her face.
His other hand touched the side of her neck, then coursed down to the top buttons of the damp, reeking dress. Anna tightened her grip on his neck and raised her face to look at him.
She had a brief glimpse of light hair and a battered nose. The broad, fist-flattened beak seemed to be reaching for his right cheekbone. His lips were full, twisting upward at the corners in what could have been a grimace as easily as a smile. Anna clung to him, still working to free her other hand.
The wind whistled through the open slats above the prisoners' heads. Even in the spring chill of the area, the sweat pouring from the crowded bodies formed a fog over them. Anna envied the few dozen people pressed against the sides of the cattle car.
The man watched her in the dimness. Calm and masterful, he bent his head down to hers and kissed her. Anna let her mouth open to his tongue.
Without a word, with no signal other than surrender of her lips to his tongue, the man seemed to know what went on inside of Anna. His big, strong-fingered hands opened the buttons of her dress, then the front of his shirt.
The kiss reminded Anna of David. He'd put his tongue into her mouth, carefully arousing her time and again when the young couple was out of sight of Anna's parents. She sucked at his tongue, drawing the warm, strong maleness of his assured presence into her. The pit of her belly was melting, flowing down into her pussy. Anna knew that she could seek-and find-more of him by linking her body, fusing her loins with his.
The scratchy, sparse hairs on his chest stung the cuts on her tits. Anna winced, kissing even more hungrily at him. His hand moved down between their tight-pressed bodies, oblivious of the hundreds of people around them.
Somehow, in spite of the constant motion and the tight press of bodies around them, he slid his hand down into her crotch. Anna felt the long, thick mass of his prick against her belly, the stubby strength of his fingers twining in her cuntal thatch. Anna wondered what drew him to her.
Her buttons were undone all the way now. Anna's pussy warmed, simmering even hotter than the press of captives had forced it to. The tight mass of bodies all around was like a hundred strong hands massaging every centimeter of her body. The bony hardness of slim men, the voluptuous curves of matrons, the squirming flesh of a child, were all molded against her, all moving against the constant pitching and lurching of the train. The click of the wheels and the distant chug of the armored steam engine were fading in her ears.
Anna pulled away from the kiss, every tooth in her head throbbing after the plunging thrusts of the man's tongue. She rose on tiptoe, inviting him to finger her naked cunt harder, slide his hand right into the open readiness of her crotch. The sliding, rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cunt-mound to the wet, slippery zone around her vagina.
It was like a revelation. Anna felt her mind return to her body, felt her thoughts and feelings all centering in the eagerness between her aching thighs. She pressed her lower belly against the long, thick ridge of his cock, grinding invitingly. She could even feel the ridge around his glands pressing into her skin.
The hands on her cunt moved, squeezing her labia together, rubbing the inner folds against her clit. Anna let a long, soft breath escape, feeling the warm rebound of moist air from his face.
He fumbled with his fly, undoing one button at a time. They were crowded so tightly that Anna's skirt barely opened far enough to expose the moist, furry nest of her cunt. When his prick at last emerged from his pants, the waistband of the coarse, workman's fabric stayed perched on his hips. People behind and beside him complained when he pressed back far enough to get his cock free of the pants.
Anna helped as best she could, gradually increasing the pressure of her ass against the tight-packed flesh behind her.
With a sigh of relief, Anna let her belly relax against the velvety heat of his rigid cock. A slight smear of pre-come fluid dribbled against her skin. She slid her hand around his thick neck and down the open front of his shirt.
Anna loved feeling that strong virility against her. She tried to touch the knob with her fingers, but their bellies were pressed too tight for that little thrill. She wedged her fingers between their waists, then pulled her hand back upward. It was enough, simply to twine her fingers in the curly hair on his chest.
The anonymous, unspeaking man breathed harder against her. Anna felt bodies around them stiffening, aware of the arousal in the midst of the steaming cattle car. She let those who could try to pull away and ignore the rest. Her cunt needed a hard, ramming cock, and Anna was determined to get it.
Big hands lifted her, grasping her shoulders and pulling upward. The narrow shoulders of the crowd made the slight rise easier. Anna could not have hit the floor if she and every person in the cattle car had died.
Her feet were clear of the floor, but it was much nicer than the episode in Hauptmann Burke's office. Anna was supported all around by the warm bodies of her fellow prisoners, and the wide, blunt end of the man's prick was sliding down the length of her moist cuntal valley.
The train passed near a town or a military encampment. For just a few seconds, Anna saw the man's face and the half-naked body of a child riding on the shoulders of the mass. The fast-moving slashes of light that ripped through the slats captured faces, hands, torsos like snapshots of some gruesome hell. Anna felt the images imprinting on her brain as if they were burned in, then filed them with the other impressions for later reference.
All that mattered now was the cockhead rubbing fresh life into her pussy. Anna felt the heavy juices flowing from her cunt, flooding the wide flare of his glands. She found a millimeter of space between the legs and bellies and buttocks around her and opened her knees. Her cunt was already hot enough to wink wide, then shut on nothing. Every involuntary motion of her sphincter coaxed more fluid from her vagina.
The big man rolled his hips, his prick pushing against the top of Anna's cuntmound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. Anna moved her pelvis toward him.
The knob of his cock pressed right over her clit. Anna sighed, feeling the electric charge seeping from the hot button to her vagina. She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, directing the end of his dickhead against one cuntlip, then the other. The tiny pebble of her clit rolled under the pressure, sending more heat to her brain and her vagina. Anna clutched at his face, pulling his head against her throat. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of half-frightened lust up and down her spine. For an instant Anna imagined his teeth ripping her. She shivered.
The shiver was premature. Anna rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cleft of her cuntflesh over his cockhead. She squirmed, trying to slide onto the thick tower of prick, but her body wouldn't move down. The press of captives around them was too tight.
A low moan, all but inaudible in the constant undercurrent of noise, seeped from her throat. Anna wanted that cock deep in her. She needed the warmth, the hunger of another human being. Even if the need were all for her body, it would be better than the distant scorn of the Nazis who had abused her.
With a forward thrust of her pelvis, Anna centered her cunthole over the dome of his prickhead. She rubbed her erect nipples against him, seeking the scratchy hairs on his chest. With a low moan, Anna felt his cockhead spread her pussy-lips and begin the entry.
It was all she needed. When the wide, flaring head was still pressing against the outside of her cuntal sphincter, Anna had the steamy, belly-filling tension starting up in her crotch. She moved her hips from side to side like a sifter, pressing her cunt onto his prick.
The big man grunted, thrusting forward and upward. With a greasy, slippery slide, the head of his cock popped past the tense, eager ring of her cunt-mouth.
Anna melted into a sensuous, buttery mass. But the amazing size of his cock promised more pleasure. She pulled his head close and welded her mouth to his. Her tongue flicked into his mouth, searching for the intimate secrets within. If she could probe deep enough, his cock would thrust and swell in her cunt until they both lost themselves in the pure, sweaty ecstasy of fucking.
Anna rested on his prick. The knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge stimulated the nerves within. She contracted her cuntmuscle, milking lightly at him without moving her hips. He groaned into the spit-slick kiss.
Anna's tongue writhed against his like a snake, fencing and battling to communicate her needs. She sucked and proved at the same time, drawing his lips into her mouth. She felt the inner edges of each of his teeth and speared the tip of her tongue into the soft, slippery tissues beneath his tongue.
The rising heat in her cunt made her begin to move again. Anna led, but he followed with perfect rhythm. When she arched her back, he pulled his cock outward until the ridge around the knob tugged at her vaginal muscle. Each time Anna curled her spine and tried to swallow up more prick, he thrust his cock forward until their pubic bones ground together.
Anna forgot about the sweating bodies. She felt the insistent pressure of flesh all around her, but it was like having his cock both inside and out, always hard, always urging her cunt to perform. She swiveled, pressing her ass and belly against the bodies. Everyone within reach was part of the rising tide of lust inside her.
Every time Anna curled forward, sliding down onto his cock, she thought there was more of it. At first, when his hairy belly ground against her cunt-mound, the joy-flashes from her clit rose past the wonderful fullness in her hole. As she ground against him harder, Anna felt the long bar of cock reaching deeper, pressing her intestines aside.
Anna moaned aloud now, the need for oxygen forcing her to pull her mouth away from his. The big man somehow managed to put his hands on her asscheeks, sliding his fingers under the rough cloth of her dress. His fingers dug into her cheeks, forcing her rolling hips to meet and take the same heavy rhythm as his cock.
Anna heard herself sobbing. The roar of the train, the rumble of the wheels, the noisy breathing of the two hundred people in the car, all merged with the swelling tension in her belly. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt, the steady beat of his cockhead nudging her womb.
Every bump of his meat against her cervix sent the feeling higher. Anna felt herself stretching thin, drawing out like a fine golden wire. She was vibrating inside like a bowstring, with every touch of maleness inside or outside of her cunt plucking her into motion again. She dripped sweat, the salty sting adding to her lewd excitement.
She was all the way down on his big cock now. Anna knew her cuntsleeve was being forced up into her chest by the long prick. She moved her ass in circles, feeling his prick stirring her insides like a gigantic spoon.
The mass of tension in her belly swelled like a balloon. Anna dug her fingernails into his shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. She pushed down internally, her torn, burning asshole pouting outward. Her asscheeks flexed, then softened.
He dug his fingernails into her buttocks. Anna felt all the nerves in the round, lush globes of her ass standing on end, naked to his touch. The open stripes of her whipping flamed with the dripping salt of her sweat. The insides of her thighs alternately chilled and burned as her cunt juice poured out, squishing from her hole and dripping from his balls. Ann felt her whole body turn to a rubbery, melting mass of clinging fluid, with a whirling ball of hunger growing at the center.
The rapid click-click of the wheels seemed to slow as her pulse raced faster. Anna tossed her hips with the beat of the steel wheels. The juggling, rocking, pitching motion of the train tossed the fuck-welded couple against the surrounding bodies, and Anna felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb toward her brain. It rose steadily, like the red fluid in a thermometer. As it drove up toward her brain, she began to hold her breath in.
A deep, sobbing breath, pressed tight, made her cunt feel even fuller when the pistoning cock rammed in. Her cunt mouth hurt from the friction. The loss of sweat and her thirst made her cunt juice begin to dry. An angry fire started at the mouth of her hole, but the gathering rush in her veins was too strong to stop. Anna's whole belly seemed to bulge with cock, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt down onto the rock-hard bar of cock and the knot sped from her cunt to her brain.
Anna exploded, her mind blasting into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of his come blasted against her womb. She wept and struggled, her flailing fists striking the big man and the heads of people all around them. The catastrophic waves ripping from her cunt made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and bit and clawed at anything and everybody in reach.
The massive thrusts of the semen-spurting cock seemed to take forever. Anna felt her cuntwalls grip down on his prick at least three times for every wad that shot from his knob.
She was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching in every cell of her body. Anna milked at the bucking rod of his cock, bouncing up and down like a berserk puppet. She lost the noises of the railroad car, the presence of the prisoners, everything but the joyous feeling of cock in her cunt and hard, calloused hands clenching on her ass. Her head went back and her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her cunty reaction. Even when the thrusts of the tall man's cock faded, Anna's come went on and on and on. The last thing she knew was that her body had felt the biggest, hardest, strongest cock of her young life.
CHAPTER SIX
The train moved all night. The drone of dispirited voices paused each time it slowed to back onto a siding. Rushing express trains roared by, carrying men and equipment to the front ... the train full of prisoners could wait. Their destination was only a part of the master plan.
Anna woke from her daze on one of the sidings. It was growing lighter outside. She wondered what had happened to her mattress. It seemed terribly hard and lumpy, always moving as if some strange beast had crept into the ticking.
The train lurched, and Anna recalled where she was. The interwoven arms and shoulders beneath her swayed slightly as the couplers on the car jounced, taking up slack. The odor of the tight-pressed bodies had grown worse.
The grey dawn outside filtered in through vents just under the roof of the car. Seeing that she was awake, voices asked her to look out. With the help of other prisoners' upraised hands, she squirmed to a slot at the rear corner of the rolling cage.
"Where are we? Where are we going?" a woman called in a high voice. Anna saw her straining upward, thrusting with her arms as if she were swimming against powerful surf.
Anna turned to the window. "I don't know ... there are forests with small farms. We are going east."
Anna saw the blank, incurious faces of peasants standing near the railroad embankment. She thought for an instant that they were waving at her, at the cattle cars full of prisoners, but when the locomotive passed, the arms went down to their sides again. The ragged, surly mob of farmers and woodsmen were simply currying favor with the Nazi guards ... none of them would greet a Jew with anything kinder than a stone or a bullet.
The train whistle blasted, the shrieking sound ripping even the thick, fetid air in the cattle car to shreds.
The babble ceased for a few seconds, doubled. The train was slowing, not with the urgency of the sidings they'd waited on, but with a deliberate, intentional deceleration that seemed to say they were arriving at whatever desolate spot the Nazis had named for the prisoners' end.
The only cool air in the box was seeping from the high vents. Anna inhaled the stink of sweat and tight-packed bodies, her skin turning clammy in the slight breeze. Something outside was rotting.
With a crash and a glare, the door slammed open. Anna slipped down among the shoulders of the other prisoners. Some other fell out of the door, the infernal pressure of the bodies slacking at last.
Shouts and curses rang out. The bright glare of daylight beat against the prisoners' eyes, blinding them even as the SS men outside ordered them out. Anna fell to the floor, shoes and bare feet bumping her. Someone stepped on her hand and fell through the door.
A hard grip dragged her upright. Anna staggered, the tight kinks in her legs tightening painfully. She half-fell toward the door, bumping against other sweaty bodies. Two or three old men and a small child were already stacked like firewood next to the ramp, dead of the suffocating press inside the slave-car.
The unloading ramp was wide enough for a dozen prisoners to crush down, but bayoneted rifles thinned the stream to four or five. An officer in a soot-black uniform directed soldiers to take this prisoner and that and herd them into smaller groups. Anna saw several pens full of people, each one guarded.
There was a barracks a hundred meters from the train. Anna saw piles of materials heaped nearby. There were bricks and bags of cement and huge lumber piles. With mute incomprehension, she let herself be prodded toward one of the barbed-wire corrals and shoved inside.
A tall young officer, with ornate insignia Anna had never seen, moved between the pens. A captain and two lieutenants followed a pace behind him, taking notes and barking orders every time the young man spoke. Anna's head turned, following his movements.
He singled out different prisoners, pointing with a short, glistening swagger stick. Occasionally he stopped, inclining his head to listen to the muttered sentences of the captain. He tapped the baton on the immaculate seam of his black trousers, impatient but listening, as if his regal self made a necessary pretense of taking suggestions.
Anna had never seen such a man. Even the SS men who had arrested and abused her in Cologne seemed shabby by comparison. He was tall and handsome, with a bearing that said power had run in his blood for generations. His distant presence made Anna feel like a single clod of dirt in a field of mud. His close-cropped blond hair was perfect, merging into his cap as if the headgear grew on him. The lightning bolts and cross bones of his uniform took the sunlight and threw it like spears into the eyes of anyone who saw him. The low, small creature that Anna had become looked up at him as if he were a colossal statue at the peak of a mountain.
Anna's family had never practiced their religion much, but the contrast between the demigod and the prisoners made her feel indelibly stamped with Jewishness. An ugly, dissonant chord rang inside her. Somehow she knew that the blond, blue-eyed man and his heirs would control the whole planet.
The tip of his swagger stick was ivory, with a dot of gold. Anna saw it when he whisked it toward himself after pointing out a thickset man in the pen next to hers. The man came to the barbed wire as if drawn on a string.
The young officer reversed the baton with a snappy flourish, tucking it under his arm. He said, "Open his mouth," to the captain.
With a crook of his finger, the captain ordered the one of the junior officers to open the prisoner's mouth. At the merest touch of the lieutenant's hands, the prisoner's jaw gaped wide.
The young demigod placed his stick under the shivering a man's nose. He bent his head forward to peer into his mouth, then rattled Slavic sentences at him like machine-gun fire. He listened intently as the prisoner replied. He nodded, and the man was visibly relieved. With another burst of foreign sounds, the prisoner began to take off his clothes.
The officer watched distastefully as the pale flesh emerged like a worm crawling from the bark of a tree. He turned away, saying, "Rip the clothing open ... the seams especially."
The powerful officer glanced quickly at the cage holding Anna, then walked on. She felt a weird sensation in her chest dissolve. The feeling was unsettling as soon as she noticed it, but so was the loss of it. It was somehow tied to the loss of her lover, but also to the heat that appeared in her belly when a man's eyes locked onto hers and held for even an instant.
Something was to be built there. Anna had no idea of what it would be, but the materials were ready. All that had been lacking was the labor. She sniffed the wind, the rotting smell wafting across the area again. She looked upwind to a slight swelling of fresh-turned earth on the far side stood idle next to the dirt mound.
Something began to percolate in her mind, some connection between the big barracks and the earth mound. The skeletons of towers stood between the two objects, with sandbagged gun mounts nearby.
The cluster of officers returned. The captain suggested something about a celebration of the arrival of the new labor force. The tall young man nodded curtly.
He pointed into Anna's pen with the baton. "That one. Why is she still here? I was told all the criminals were eliminated."
The captain protested. "No, sir! She arrived on the train this morning. Every prisoner here is properly accounted for."
The tall officer looked at Anna. His lips twisted in a grimace. "And already prepared, from the look of her. Very well. That one, and that, and the two men near the back." He pointed with his swagger stick, then turned and marched toward a big touring car parked just outside the wire. He spun on his heel, adding, "And any three others who may be ... interesting."
The captain flapped his hand, summoning two soldiers. He pointed out the prisoners the tall man wanted, Anna among them. "Take them all to the Colonel-General's quarters." He turned to his junior officers. "Pick a child, a young woman, and ... that man," he said, pointing to the drooling cretin who had cut Anna's hair.
Anna came along, her stomach fluttering. She tugged her coarse dress straight as she passed through the gate.
Anna wet her lips, biting them to redden the soft surfaces. No matter what was in store, she wanted to impress the German official.
The hundred meters to the barracks stretched to a hundred-fifty. The huge building grew very slowly. Anna had a constantly changing parade of thoughts whirling in her mind. She remembered again her resolve to kill the young lieutenant, the picture of his bleeding body mingling with her memory of his cock in her cunt.
The warm sun cleansed the aches from Anna's muscles. By the time the little group of prisoners was herded into the barracks, she felt the unmistakable flow of pussyjuice dampening her thighs.
The concrete floor of the barracks rang under the heavy boots of the soldiers. It was still clammy, as if the cement had barely cured before the Nazis moved in. Anna held her head high despite the chill in her feet and the stinging ache of her cuts and bruises.
The guards clicked their heels and saluted. With a weary wave, the officer returned the greeting. "Tell the captain he may join me at his pleasure," he said. One of the soldiers left at a trot to convey the message.
He looked them over with eyes the pale blue of a lake at sunrise. His fine-featured face was undeniably handsome, with thin, straight lips and a chiseled nose that flared slightly when he breathed. A tiny notch, invisible from a few yards away, had been cut from his ear. The reddish welt of a scar leading to it showed where he had ripped the stitches out after the duel.
The Colonel-General paced back and forth. He pursed his lips as if searching for words, then stood in front of them. He rocked back and forth as he said, "There are differences of opinion about how to run a labor camp. As the commander of this camp, I am something of a pioneer. This is one of the first approaches to a solution we in the Party have had in mind for many years. You will forgive me if I err." He snapped a sarcastic smile at them, as quick as the shutter of a camera. He went on.
"One option is public example. This has merits. Few prisoners refuse labor after their comrades are killed." The commandant looked stonily at them, searching for a reaction.
"Also, there is a rumor. The examples need not be public to be effective-and effectiveness in the utilization of your labor is much of the idea behind this camp." He beckoned to one of the prisoners.
A young woman, very obviously pregnant, stepped shyly toward him. She stopped with her feet on the exact spot he pointed out with the baton. "Take off your clothes."
The woman looked at him, pleading with her eyes. "Remove your clothing!" the commandant snapped, his voice sharp as fractured ice.
With a forlorn look behind at the other prisoners, she started to fumble with her baggy blouse. The Colonel-General's eyes slitted. "This person will not be able to maintain herself in heavy labor," he said, his tone remote as a professor's. "All of the clothes," he said when she stopped again.
"That is just as well," the commandant pronounced, his eyes taking in her heavy, distended breasts and the fecund bulge of her belly. He tapped the swell of her abdomen with his stick, then pushed it against her shoulder. "The Reich is not interested in breeding more of such specimens."
The woman dropped her skirt and stepped out of her wide cotton underpants. She shivered in the cold room.
The commandant lifted one huge breast with the tip of his baton, then let it fall, jiggling, back onto her ribs. The woman looked ashamed. With a movement so swift that the watching prisoners scarcely saw it, he thrust his knee into her belly.
"Eulgghhh!" the woman choked, falling to her knees. She clutched at her swollen womb, a gush of fluid pouring from her cunt to the floor, It was tinged with pink.
The officer nudged her with the sole of his boot. She fell onto her side on the floor, still gagging and moaning. Anna felt the blow as if it had landed in her own belly and a fury began to rise inside her. She stood motionless, not letting even an instant of the emotion show while the guard's guns were trained on the group.
"Fetch straps and tie her knees together," the officer said. One of the two remaining soldiers dashed off.
The officer watched the woman's writhing agony, a spark lighting his eyes. Whenever she stopped to rest, he pressed his boot against her belly again, starting her agonies over. Her spine arched and curled, the violent motions forcing red blood from her cunt. The fluid pooled on the floor beneath her ass, steaming in the cool air.
The prisoners beside Anna muttered, one of the men stepping forward. The guard cocked his weapon and the muttering stopped. His barracksmate returned, saluting before he offered the heavy webbing to the commandant.
The officer dropped to one knee. Carefully, not allowing a drop of the woman's blood to spot his black uniform, he wrapped one strap around her legs just above the knees. A massive contraction hit the woman and she screamed, rolling onto her back. The muscles stood out in her legs as she tried to open herself before the increasing pressure of her baby.
Anna shut the screaming voice of horror out of her mind. She told herself, It's not me. I'm still standing here ... still safe.
The captain appeared in the doorway. He stopped for an instant, then saluted. The commandant waved peevishly, watching the woman's contorted face and agonized movements. She screamed again and he slowly stood up.
"I have no need to tolerate pregnancy in this camp. Any children born here will be German, not the mongrel idiots that litter our streets today." He glared at the prisoners. "The true superman will be conceived under the Reich ... any less is an injustice to the world."
His matter-of-fact tone sounded convincing to Anna. She wondered what such a superman as the commandant felt when he killed or maimed a lesser being. Anna looked attentively into the officer's face, keeping her eyes away from the still-writhing woman on the floor.
The captain moved into the room. He stood a footstep back of the Colonel-General, his face stern. He sneaked looks at the heaving breasts of the pregnant woman, a blatant lump of cock growing in his crotch.
"We have examples here of all the parasites and abominations that mongrelization has wreaked upon the German Reich. It is my task to gain all the usefulness from them without allowing them to stain the national character of the master race." He stood tall, his chin jutting forward as if daring any of the prisoners to contradict him.
Anna heard someone fall to the floor behind her. She didn't dare look ... the imposing spectacle of the commandant held her eyes. If she broke the hypnotic gaze she'd locked on him, she might have to look at the death throes of the panting, bleeding woman in front of the group.
The commandant pointed to the shackled cretin. "You! Bring the boy here."
The drooling idiot turned and picked the passed-out child up in his arms. He shuffled to the commandant and stood, waiting for the next command. The Colonel-General turned to the other officer. "Captain? If you wish ..." He indicated the boy with his open palm.
The captain nodded. His face twisted into a look of depraved joy. He looked from the boy to the failing woman on the floor. "Strip him," he ordered.
The mental defective set the unconscious boy on the ground floor and began to loosen his clothes. The captain bent over and nudged him away, a long knife in his hand. The imbecile clinked back to the group.
The captain's breath was audibly louder as he sliced the boy's clothing off. He slit the front of the pants, then ripped the cloth open with his hands. Singling out Anna, he beckoned. "Suck him. I want his cock hard."
Fear lit in her belly, blossoming like a lantern flame climbing a wick. Anna shook as she crossed the two meters that separated her from the unconscious child. Slowly taking care not to show the nakedness of her cunt and ass under the short dress, she knelt and put a hand on his hairless cock. She looked up at the officers.
"Yes, suck him, Jew bitch!" the captain repeated. His face reddened and his hanging jowls swelled up.
Anna bent over the surprisingly warm little spike of his childish prick. Her fingers automatically sought the wrinkled sac of his scrotum, rolling the little eggs within. Anna ovaled her mouth wide and guided half of his cock into it.
The salty, faintly meaty taste of his prick was novel. Anna had never kissed a prick before, but the taste seemed, after the first shock, to be exactly what it should be. She rolled the head of the little organ round with her tongue, surprised at the way it grew in little spurts.
It was amazing, and if she hadn't heard the dying groans of the pregnant woman, hadn't known that the Nazis could shoot her at any instant, she would have enjoyed it.
Anna found fellatio to be a delight. The sensual response of the little organ flattered her. She found that it stiffened faster when she sucked at it, so she sucked a little harder. The boy's knees rose to brush against her tits.
Anna rolled her tongue around and around the head. She opened her eyes, admiring the clean, hairless sweep of his lower belly. Her free hand went to his hip, gently pulling him toward her face.
The boy woke up. Anna heard him moaning ecstatically, then the slow, easy motions of his youthful arousal stopped. He stammered something up at the officers, but the commandant told him it was all right. "Just enjoy it, boy. There's little enough pleasure for the like of you."
Anna felt a chill travel down her spine at the Colonel-General's words. Even with the stroking motions of the young cock sending heat to her cunt, she felt goose bumps rise on her skin. The twinge of fear made Anna throw herself into the cocksucking more fervently.
Anna sensed the officers whispering above her. She saw their shiny black boots move out of her field of vision, the commandant laughing. The heavy jangle of chains behind her frightened Anna. She hummed, hoping to make the boy's prick respond faster.
Rough hands flipped her skirt over her back. Anna cringed, letting the cock fall from her lips. The sudden assault on her bare asscheeks took the brief pleasure away from the cocksucking. The boy's little rod had swelled to a respectable size and the flat, salty, taste of a slippery fluid was beginning to coat the inside of her mouth.
"No, don't stop sucking," the captain said. He chuckled, pressing her head back toward the boy's crotch. Anna took the end of the prick into her mouth again.
It was different on the train ... I never saw the people around us, Anna thought. Now I know what they look like ... they can all see everything I do. Her pussy tightened in a spasm of shame.
"These Jews," the captain said. "They can be made to do anything. Just look at the slut ... probably has five or six little bastards in Cologne."
The words were familiar enough from the posters. The tone frightened Anna. She threw all her consciousness into sucking the little boy's cock. If he had been even a few months older, his semen would have spurted into her mouth already.
As she grew more involved in the act, Anna liked the feeling more. Nerves in her mouth telegraphed sensation into her cunt. She could imagine how nice the boycock would feel, so small and sweet, sliding in and out of her pussy. The rich juices started to flow more heavily from her cunt.
Anna's saliva soaked the child's groin. She moved her hand up and down on his wand, loving the loose softness of the skin and the way it moved over the hard heat of the bonelike inner tissues.
Hands on her asscheeks stroked softly, increasing the heat in her cunt. Anna liked the gentle contrast with the whips and knives that had scarred her young cheeks. She rolled her ass, presenting the blossoming mouth of her vagina to whoever was behind her.
The clatter of chains on the floor told her it was the cretin. Anna didn't care ... she'd seen the long bulge that ran down the inside of his thigh, and knew that it would satisfy the heated urge that grew in her loins. She hummed, sucking on the slow-rolling wand of the boy's dick.
The blunt head of a large prick pressed against her cunt mouth. Anna bore down, feeling the warmth of the organ kindle a warm fire in her pussy. She oozed a river of cunt juice. It filled the hood of her clit and dribbled on her thighs. She spread her knees on the cold cement and arched her back.
With a shove, half of the cockhead went into her cunt. Anna gasped. The sudden move had almost made her bite the boy's prick. She put her tongue over her lower lip to shield it from her teeth. The clean, salty little spike deserved loving attention from her mouth. She didn't want to damage the child while she sucked such sweet pleasure from his penis.
The pre-come fluid oozed into her mouth. It made the end of his cock taste almost like a rare steak, meaty and warm. Anna purred deep in her throat and tried to swallow the whole length of his prick.
The cock behind her moved in and out in a distracting rhythm. Anna wanted to match the strokes of the moron's prick with the slow, sensuous suck-moves of her mouth. She rolled her hips back toward him, savoring the increasing penetration. Every time he drove deeper, she sucked harder on the child's prick.
Anna felt the two pricks stimulating both ends of a line of heat that ran from her head to her crotch. She deliberately tried to miss the beat of the idiot's cock, moving her ass fractionally too slow. If she could get the boy's cock to move like the one in her cunt, it would make that whirling sensation appear in her cunt, and for all she knew, in her mouth as well.
The man behind her seemed to be catching on. Anna felt him matching his fuckstrokes to the steady roll of her ass, more and more of his prick reaching into her belly. She swiveled her hips in a figure-eight, feeling the delightful sensation of his dickhead probing the sides of her cuntsleeve.
"Ummm-hummm, ummm-hmmm," she purred, getting the motions to match perfectly. It was like a single long, thin, lovely cock running all the way from her cunt to her mouth, stroking lewd sensations all through her body. Anna felt them in her belly, her chest, her throat, all at once.
For an instant, Anna imagined feeling another cock, this one in her rectum. The idea of three pricks sliding in counterpoint, moving all her wet, soft tissues lasciviously, made her cuntwalls clench down on the prick in her vagina. She jerked, speeding the lewd rhythm slightly.
The men behind her seemed to like it. Anna rolled back against him. The heavy, hanging weight of her tits was like a mass of warm dough, soaking up and magnifying every motion of her body.
Anna looked up toward the boy's face. His eyes were half-closed, his fists clenching on the floor. She knew that the rigid stiffness of his prick and the rolling muscles of his belly signaled that he was about to peak. Anna sucked slower at him.
The hot, lewd, lusty energy in her body had to have an outlet. Anna found herself working her cuntmuscles faster. Her hips moved like the beater in a washing machine, churning out a frothing rhythm. The cock in her hole moved faster, swelling up like the boy's prick swelled in her mouth.
Anna knew that they were both going to shoot. She felt the tube along the boy's dick pulse, but he managed to hold off. She growled, looking up at his fascinated face.
The child's eyes were open wide now, staring at the lewd scene in front of him. A lovely, whip-scarred young woman was sucking valiantly at his prick even as another, bigger prick plunged out of sight behind her buttocks.
Anna felt the wiry hairs of the cockbush grinding against her ass. The man's cock was all the way into her cuntwell now, stirring around, pistoning back and forth, inflaming the heat in her cunt. The sensual tension wasn't just in her crotch or her belly now, but all through her torso. With surprise, Anna realized that her fingers and toes were clenching. Her back arched like a bridge, the heavy, bucking weight of the cretin driving her hips forward. She took a firmer grip on the boy's cock and plunged her face down until his knob gagged her.
Anna forced herself to swallow the end of his prick. The thrusting mass in her cunt was driving her insane, making her suck faster as her pussy squeezed around the mancock. The rushing, roaring sound of her pulse drowned out the trio's breathing. In shock from the sheer horny delight of the two cocks in her body, she looked up at the boy, her eyes round as saucers.
The man behind her grunted. The force of his thrust almost drove Anna to the ground. She inhaled the boy's cock. Any second both pricks would explode, and Anna wanted to feel the thick mass of seed blasting into her cunt and down her throat at the same time. Her tits bounced violently as she hunched and sucked.
Anna lost track of the guards, the officers, the other prisoners. That marvelous explosion of her come was teetering on the edge. She felt as if she hung at the brink of a huge crevice, leaning further and further out. She tried to make the boy understand with her eyes.
The child's mouth opened in a moan of pleasure. Anna tasted bitter-salty seed spurt from his cock just as the rod in her cunt blasted a white-hot load of come into her hole. Her muscles all snapped tight at once and a thunderclap rang in her ears.
Anna couldn't stop it. She was coming, her whole body rocking and swirling in the grip of her orgasm. She opened her eyes after the first massive jolt of pleasure.
The still-spurting cock jerked out of her mouth. The whole top of the boy's head was blown away, red-grey masses of brain scattered over the floor. The twitching, driving weight of the cretin drove her down onto the boy's ejaculating body.
Spatters of flesh and bone and a torrent of blood soaked Anna from her scalp to her back. The frenzied thrusts of the cretin pulled his cock out of her cunt. He flopped on the floor, the back of his head gone like the boy's. Anna screamed, her cuntwalls clenching on nothing, forcing the few drams of semen out. Her body twitched, too, driven by shock and lust into a mass of jumping nerves and spasming muscles. The sticky warmth of the two males' life blood covered her face, her breasts, and her head. Everything faded into a scarlet mist, shot through with the colored blasts of her ongoing come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It seemed like years that Anna walked around numb, carrying whatever was handed to her, going wherever she was pointed. The catastrophic shock of the double murder had bruised her mind. The concentration camp grew around her, tents and barracks rising inside the compound filling up with new prisoners as soon as they were finished.
She didn't recall ever seeing a big, light haired man in the compound. Something inside her, even when she was stunned, kept her watching for the man who'd had her in the cattle car. Now and then Anna saw a badly broken nose or a thick neck that snapped her mind briefly to full attention, but it was never the man she looked for.
The barbed wire around the big enclosure had started to rust. One day Anna realized that it had been shiny and new when she had arrived. How long have I been here? she wondered. She looked at the trees, now in full leaf, and a huge brick building she had forgotten helping to build. It belched a vile, rancid smoke that stained the valley downwind.
Everyone around her wore the striped clothes she had arrived in. Anna looked down at herself, wondering if she had washed the blood out of her dress. She held the baggy cloth out in a claw-like hand.
What happened? Why am I so thin? Have I eaten at all? She looked around at her listless fellow prisoners. The bones of their faces showed under tight-stretched, leathery skin. A man dully poked a shovel into the dirt, beginning a new latrine.
Anna felt hungry and weak. It was hard to get her thoughts to focus. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to press the fog away. She put her fingers over her face, dragging her skin down. The tips of her fingers were hard with calluses.
A hand on her shoulder made her jump. Anna spun around, seeing the concerned face of a bearded man. His eyes were sunken, glowing like dark coals in the deep sockets.
"Anna? What is it?" His curling hair looked like grey-streaked clumps of black iron, less than an inch long.
His voice was familiar. "Who ... are you?" she asked, finding the words with difficulty. Her throat felt strange, almost as if it was an unoiled hinge, creaking from disuse.
The man's eyes lit up, like chunks of broken glass in the embers of a fire. "You can speak again! It's been months!"
Anna felt a glow inside herself. The man was right. Her voice had been gone since the day she'd arrived at the concentration camp. "I can! My-name-is-Anna-Levin. I-can-talk-again," she rattled. The words clicked out like the bursts of a telegraph key. She trilled a couple of notes from a song her mother had sung to her as a child.
"Quiet," the man said. "Don't bring the guards." He smiled quickly. "My name is Johann. I'm the tent commander." His words contrasted with the dirt-crusted stripes of his prison clothing.
Anna looked at him, her eyes wary. "What month is it? Why aren't we working today?"
Johann tugged her toward the wood-sided tent. His face was serious. "The guards say our assignments are to be changed. It's June, or perhaps July. They say more prisoners are to come here."
Anna looked away from him, watching the slow, strolling circuit of the guard pairs and the dazed wandering of the other prisoners. The man with the shovel moved mechanically, lifting a scant kilo of earth at a time. A single Nazi watched him, puffing on a cigarette, his rifle barrel drooping toward the ground.
Johann's eyes flicked past Anna's shoulder. The man with the shovel was beginning to stagger. "Karl!" Johann called. A thin man, his shirt flapping around his washboard rib cage like a flag, answered.
"Yes, Johann?" Anna turned her head to look at Karl. The wraithlike figure seemed to appear from nowhere. The compound was full enough that black-and-white stripes were camouflage for any slow-moving body.
"Dig for a while. Sparrow is tiring," He watched the men exchange the shovel, then turned back to Anna. "We are never strong enough, but none of us can look weak. The Sparrow's wife was taken to the labs last week ... he tired faster than most of us now."
* * *
Anna lay on her cot, wandering through her memories. Now that she had recovered them, she at least had some few spots of color to contrast with the black-white-and-grey of the concentration camp.
After a while the prisoners began to stir. The stuffy tent seemed to creep with their movements. Anna sat up. The food will be here soon.
Johann went outside, the rest of the group following slowly. Anna trailed along at the rear, blinking as she returned to the sunlight.
The prisoners buzzed among themselves. The routine of the food delivery had changed. A tall, slender woman with a stern face accompanied the guards. The blond Colonel-General walked beside her, pointing out details of the different pens.
The swagger stick pointed at the cluster of prisoners. "This is one of the best groups we have. They seem to have a little government of sorts, and they work hard. The crematorium would be unfinished even now without Jews like these." The commandant nodded to a guard who tossed hunks of dusty black bread at the group.
"You see how they don't fight for the food?" He smiled proudly. "They are from the first shipment, all of them, the ones with the hidden example. They are evidence that my way can work better than the crude operations some of the staff favor." He turned away.
The woman spoke in a husky, throaty voice. "You actually seem fond of them, Colonel-General. You surprise me." Her eyes flicked over the waiting group like icy blue whips.
The tall officer turned to look at the woman. "They represent valuable data. A scientist like yourself appreciates how important one's experiments can become." He gestured with the baton, a quick motion that included all of Johann's group. "These are all German Jews. The Baltic's cannot organize themselves in any way, and the same goes for the French Jews. I think it is the proximity of Aryans while they were in the cities that makes them such models of behavior." His stance challenged her to contradict him.
Johann picked the bread up from the ground. Carefully dusting the dirt from the heavy loaves, he tore them into fist-sized chunks and distributed one to each of the prisoners.
"Their constitutions seem stronger than the others," the woman said drily. "Are there any variables in their diet?"
Anna looked at the dark, bitter rye bread. She picked a small stone from the edge of the piece, her mouth watering. She held herself in check, resisting the temptation to tear into her dinner.
The Colonel-General smiled proudly. "None at all. Their organization distributes the ration, but it is exactly the same as every other group of its size. It has to be their environment."
The woman looked skeptical. "What is the basis of their politics? Do they cast lots of vote among themselves?"
"No, it seems to be a natural selection. The male with the beard is the leader. According to the women we tortured, they never decided he would lead. He simply took over."
Anna nibbled a fragment of the chewy bread, letting it soak in her saliva. Her stomach clamored for her to swallow, but she let the piece dwindle to almost nothing before she gulped it down. A tiny flow of energy strengthened her almost immediately.
"The dominance of the male. Probably a harem arrangement, much like a pack of dogs, yes?" the woman asked. "Still, except for your initial insight about the hidden example, I don't see why you should object to terminating this group." She walked toward the next tent.
"Not so!" the camp commandant said. "It had nothing to do with a harem! I personally castrated the leader two months ago. The structure of their organization broke down, but it rebuilt as soon as I re-introduced him to the mass," His comments faded as he followed the woman across the small open space.
The first bite of bread felt like lead in Anna's stomach. She looked at the rest of her portion. A weird tremor flowed through her pussy when she thought of Johann nude, his cock dangling uselessly over an empty, flagging sac.
She gnawed off another piece. We're only alive because we're an experiment. The commandant killed that child just to see what would happen to us afterward. An icy shiver ran down her back. Anna wondered what the next stage of the experiment would be. Will they terminate the group? How? She looked thoughtfully at Johann.
The bearded man avoided her stare. He seemed uncomfortable in front of her, perhaps because Anna was the last to find out about the carving of his balls.
Anna looked away. Without him looking after me, I would probably be dead. She found it hard to understand why Johann had kept her in the clique during the months she'd wandered mutely around. She hardly noticed the dozen people battling over their ration in front of another tent. A naked child, his belly distended with hunger, every joint in his body swollen like a tennis ball, lay on the ground as the others milled away. His hands were empty claws, pressed against the dirt.
The commandant and the female scientists were still talking. From their gestures, the argument was becoming heated. Anna chewed her bread slowly, ignoring the starving child nearby.
Some sort of decision had been reached. Anna turned back toward the tent, the last bitter chunk of the bread almost ready to swallow. The Sparrow looked at her, his crust dangling from one knobby hand. His close-set dark eyes looked up from under his scabbed, scaling eyebrows. Anna looked at the crust.
Sparrow bit a fraction off. He chewed slowly, his beak pointed at Anna. His bony fingers looked slack enough to drop the rest any second.
Anna's saliva flowed as she watched him chew. She swallowed, almost tasting the bread along with him. The Sparrow's stare was as bitter as the bread.
The man closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. "All right. Take it." He stretched his arm toward Anna.
Anna pounced like a ravenous cat. She almost dropped the shred in her haste, catching it against her belly. She stuffed it into her mouth. Anna began to cry.
The Sparrow opened one eye to glance at her. He turned his head away, the corner of his mouth twitching downward in scorn.
Anna ignored the heavy tramp of boots behind her until the sergeant snapped, "Attention! all prisoners in this section have been reassigned. You will assemble immediately!"
Anna turned around. The sergeant had been addressing Johann's group. She looked for the bearded eunuch. He stepped out of the tent and gathered the dozen people together in a loose bunch. Anna automatically took a place on the edge of the cluster.
Half-a-dozen soldiers surrounded them, rifles held diagonally in front of their chests. Johann and the mob moved off toward the end of the stubby railroad siding.
The commandant and the tall, stern woman were waiting, with a servile pair of junior officers dancing attendance on them. The woman's grey eyes sparkled as the scrawny band approached.
The Colonel-General's face showed anticipation. He was about to show how his methods worked in a contest with the woman. "Bring them to the barracks."
Silent, heads down, the prisoners shuffled with their guards. Anna's ears were alert for any hint of what was to happen, but her eyes were properly downcast.
In the big room again, the commandant nodded to the woman. "They are all yours, Fraulein Doctor."
"We will not need guards, from what you have told me." She waited for the soldiers to leave, then looked at the bony bodies in front of her. "Strip."
Twenty-two eyes looked toward Johann. His dark, determined gaze swept across them even as his good hand undid the buttons of his striped shirt.
Anna felt Johann's determination sweep through her body. She knew that she would survive at least long enough to take revenge on the officers. She tried to look as frightened and submissive as possible, tensing her hand so it shook. She peeled her dress off.
Johann's body was dotted with livid scars that stood in ridges and clumps all over his body. Without being told, Anna knew that the star-shaped group on his hip was from a machine gun. Her own whipstripes were fading, merging into the even olive of her skin.
All the prisoners were naked. Johann was the only eunuch among the males, though the woman who had stared at Anna from the cot had a massive burn-scar covering her whole vulva. Only traces of dark hair showed in her curiously blank crotch.
Nude, the prisoners looked like walking skeletons. Their ribs stood out like the muddy ruts in an old wagon road. The older prisoners had loose, hanging wattles of flabby skin depending from their thighs and knees. The women's breasts hung almost to their bellies, the sickly, shriveled ends of their dugs like flat eyes painted on flags.
The woman doctor reached into her purse. She lit a cigarette and blew a long stream of smoke. "You will be in charge of greeting the new prisoners ... if you pass the test. The commandant tells me you are a well-disciplined group and you should make excellent Judases." She beckoned to Johann. He approached, stopping just over a kick's range away.
"Where did you get those scars?" she asked.
"I was suspected or organizing against the state," Johann replied. "I tried to run away."
The doctor smiled sweetly. "Come closer," Johann did. "Where were you arrested?"
"I was walking near a military depot." He held his head high.
The doctor held the glowing end of her cigarette to Johann's cheek. "Weren't you caught with illegal weapons?"
Johann's eyes closed. Anna watched in nauseated fascination. She saw the wasted cords of his belly muscles tighten, bobbing the unsupported mass of his ball-less prick upward. He spoke distinctly, no pain in his voice. "I was walking near a military depot."
She jammed the cigarette into his eye. The sizzle of the coal going out was like a roar in the quiet room. One of the prisoners moaned. Blood and a thick, jelly-like fluid rolled down Johann's cheek. The woman doctor pulled the cigarette away and ground the sodden butt underfoot. The Colonel-General handed her his handkerchief and she wiped the ichor from her fingers. The sickening smell of the burnt eye filled the room.
The woman beckoned to two men. They stepped unsteadily toward Johann. "Hold him." They took Johann's arms. Anna closed her eyes, dreading the doctor's expression. The pain seemed to delight her.
"You! Come here!" Anna heard no footsteps. She opened her eyes again. The Fraulein Doctor was pointing at her. Anna felt anchored to the floor, but she slowly stepped toward the tall Nazi woman. Her body felt extremely strange. Fear and disgust had turned her feet and calves to stone, but her knees and cuntal area were weak and watery.
"Lie down," the woman told Johann. "Hold his feet." Anna put a hand on each of Johann's ankles. She thought, What has he to lose? They slashed his testicles off already ... it's been long enough that the wound has healed.
The commandant stood watching, his hand on the butt of his Luger. There weren't enough bullets in it to kill all of the prisoners, but he was sure that a single shot would stop any rebellion.
The doctor knelt beside Johann. He looked up at her calmly, shreds of stinking, charred flesh falling to the pit of his ruined eye. She spoke in a harsher tone. "How many weapons did you steal?"
"None. I walked past just before curfew."
She took his cockhead in one hand and pulled it upward until the limber shaft of his cock was stretched full length. The obscene emptiness of his scrotum made Anna want to vomit.
"So now it was before curfew? When will you stop lying to me?" Her voice was breathy, with a near-giggle at the end of the questions.
"I am not lying. I have been a good prisoner." Johann's nostrils were pinched down with the effort of keeping his voice calm.
The doctor took a small leather case out of her purse. She snapped it open and pulled out a bright, shiny scalpel. She looked up at the commandant.
Anna followed her gaze. The commandant smiled broadly, his fingers opening and closing on the gun butt. His jackbooted feet were spread slightly, and a telltale bulge ran down the inside of his left thigh.
The woman doctor pressed the tip of the scalpel against the side of Johann's cock. Her hand shook. With extreme care and precision, she sliced through the skin, from about halfway up to the base of the tight-stretched organ.
Anna turned her head to the side. She could almost feel the sharp, shining blade in her own crotch, like the cuts that had been daggered across her inner labia. The tendons in Johann's ankles tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again.
She looked at his face. Johann's teeth were sinking into his lower lip, but his remaining eye sought her out. The message was always the same ...Live through this ... live through the whole war. He shut his eye and let his head roll stoically back onto the floor.
Anna couldn't help herself. She had to look at the doctor's work. A trail of bright red oozed from the first cut. The edges of the severed skin peeled back slightly, showing whitish tissues inside the cockshaft. Bright and dark red lines coiled around and through the exposed flesh.
The doctor said. "Will you tell now?"
Johann trembled all over, but his voice was calm. "I have told you. I was walking nearby."
With deliberate precision, the woman doctor made another incision at right angles to the first. She hummed under her breath. She sliced about a quarter of the way around the base of Johann's prick, on the lower left side, then cut a long line back up to the middle of the shaft.
Anna held herself stock-still. There was no real need to hold Johann's ankles ... he didn't try to shield his groin by pulling his feet away. She tried to squeeze his limb reassuringly, but got no response.
The doctor carefully inserted the tip of the scalpel in the center of the shortest cut. The edge of the skin came up easily-her grip on his glands had pulled it away from the hairier patch at the top of the scrotum.
With a slow, delicate, two-fingered pull, she stripped the flat of skin up towards Johann's cockhead. Now his arms and legs did tense, but he still didn't cry out or admit to the gun theft.
Watching from a meter away, Anna felt as if one of her cuntlips was being torn off. A heavy gush of fluid rolled from her vagina.
Anna realized with dread that every time her cunt had warmed, someone or something was causing her pain. This pain was no more real than her fantasy of killing the Nazis who had imprisoned her, but it made her nipples and clit harden. She felt the warmth in her labia and knew that the entire zone around her cunt mouth was red with anticipation.
The German woman had pulled the whole flap loose now. It was connected only by the uncut fourth side of the rectangle. She notched the attached corner, ran the scalpel blade along the inner surface of the flap.
Johann screamed, his voice going ear splittingly high. The men who held his wrists turned their heads away. The doctor had a gift for finding nerves with her little blade. Johann's fists clenched and Anna had to hold his ankles tighter. She was afraid that his movements might make the scalpel slip and cut off the rest of his cock.
The doctor let his cock drop, the loose section of skin falling inside-out on his thigh. Johann stopped the piercing scream, gasping for air. She nudged his prick with the handle of the scalpel and he grunted.
Anna almost gagged. She forced herself to swallow. She breathed through her mouth.
The woman doctor cut another fine, narrow line along his prick. She held the bloody organ up, her left hand just beneath the glands. She didn't stretch it as far this time. With obscene delicacy, she put the point of the scalpel into the cut and teased his urethra out. The tube was slimed with blood from the hundreds of tiny vessels the knife had severed, and it twitched as it separated from the shaft.
The greyish tube hung down in the middle, strings of tissue still connecting it to the body of Johann's cock. The doctor whispered to herself as she dissected the strands. In just a few seconds, the bared portion of the pisstube hung like a bridge cable.
Anna tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't even blink. The image of the SS lieutenant who had murdered her lover blurred with Johann's face. She imagined herself carefully slicing his most sensitive parts to ribbons, slow, calm, and sure. She wouldn't blind the officer. Anna would set up a mirror so he could watch his manhood dismembered.
Johann had passed out. Anna was sweating all over. She had picked up as much moisture from her legs as she had wiped off. Even though the room was cool, drops of sweat dripped from her asscheeks to the cement floor. She put her hands back down on Johann's ankles.
The woman doctor looked into Johann's face. Her breasts heaved under the dark dress she wore. She picked up his right nipple between thumb and forefinger and stabbed the scalpel through it.
Johann's eye snapped open. Even under the beard, his jaw tightened.
Pleased by the response, the doctor took his cockhead in hand again. She trimmed around the base of the glands, circling twice with the super sharp blade. The skin separated easily, a thin trace of blood welling from the little cut.
Anna felt Johann's pulse racing. The artery at his ankle throbbed twice as fast as her own fluttering heartbeat. She moaned low.
Johann raised his head. His lips moved, but no sound came out. His head fell back again. He tried to save, his strength.
The Nazi doctor had obviously given up questioning him, if she had ever really meant to. She ignored his slow, agonized movements. She slit up along both sides of the last portion of his urethra, then hooked her fingers under the bloody tube.
Anna cringed. She clamped her hands tight on Johann's ankles. The fast pulse she felt was irregular and faint. He was going into shock.
With a savage yank, the doctor tore the tube out of his cock, ripping it loose from inside his body. The pull tore the skin and most of the flesh from his prickhead. Johann screamed, the high, horrible notes fading to a rasping gurgle. His body arched up like a bow. He held himself off the ground, his scarred asscheeks rock-hard with agony.
Anna fell onto her face, still clutching his ankles. The great spurt of blood that gushed from his severed cockhead splashed her hair, on her shoulders, and made a wide circle of drops on the cement floor.
Johann gasped for air, a bubbling sob coming from his open mouth. His groans faded to a constant deep growl with each exhalation. Anna raised her head and gagged at the sight of his blood pumping out the end of the shredded penis.
The pulse in his ankles hammered again. Anna felt concussed, as if someone had struck her head with a huge wooden mallet. She didn't even react when the doctor stood up.
The Nazi female pulled her skirt high, showing milk-white asscheeks. Her light, full cunt hairs were fluffy on top, but the lower strands were heavy with juice. The whole central stripe of her labia was bright, excited pink. She straddled Johann and let her piss soak all over the ripped, ruined flesh of his cock.
Johann arched his back, his energy spent. He writhed, wrestling with the six hands holding him down. Anna wanted to let go, but she was paralyzed. The flood of piss went on and on.
As Anna watched, Johann's movements became slower. His face paled. With a shock, she realized that she had lost his pulse. Afraid to feel for it, she knelt on the floor and watched him die.
The woman doctor stepped away from the still-bleeding corpse. She looked down at Johann, at Anna, and the two men who held his arms. The doctor let her skirt down again and gave the commandant a right, cold-lipped smile. "I'll be in my quarters," she said, walking out. She swayed her ass sensuously, an open invitation for the Colonel-General. The discarded scalpel rolled a fraction of an inch, sending a blink of light into Anna's eyes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anna tried to take over for Johann. She stopped a fight between two of the women over a crumb of bread no bigger than a thumbnail by kicking and pulling their hair, though she was frightened half to death. The two of them together could have torn her to bits.
The Sparrow had begun to help her after Johann died, but his cough kept getting worse. Fortunately, the new assignment was much easier than building the crematorium had been. The most strenuous part of the tasks was digging and refilling the perennial latrine trench. All Anna's group had to do was hand out clothing to the new prisoners and search the seams of the old clothes. A Nazi guard always stood behind and between each pair of them, making sure that no jewels, money or weapons found in the clothing would disappear.
Every day Anna thought about the doctor and the death of Johann. Every recollection of the horrible scene strengthened her desire for revenge, and her mind's eye fondled the scalpel she'd stolen from the floor.
It had been simple. The commandant hadn't noticed it rolling on the cement ... his eyes had followed the Fraulein Doctor's swaying ass. Anna grabbed for it as the soldiers began to re-enter the room. She gambled, correctly, that the commandant would have no other cruelties to commit. The shiny steel handle slipped easily into her vagina, and Anna's pretended weakness made it simple to stagger away from the corpse without pressing her legs together around the cold metal.
It was a pitiful enough weapon, but a weapon nonetheless. Sometimes Anna found gritty grease from the railroad cars on the prisoners' clothes. She would smear the black slime between her fingers, or wipe it under her dress while pretending to search for a flea. Late at night, she rubbed the grease on the hidden scalpel to keep the rust away. Whenever her chance came, she wanted the tool to be razor-sharp and ready.
Sparrow grew weaker. Anna tried to give him the larger segment of bread and a piece of grubby, sprouting potato she had palmed that day. But he refused it. "Take it, eat it yourself or share it with the others. I cannot use it."
Anna insisted, but the Sparrow clamped his mouth adamantly. He threatened to eat no food at all that day. "Anna, dumb nightingale, you should be the one to eat more. You have hate within, even more hate than I ever felt. Now my hate is fading ... I'm tired. My cough keeps us awake at night. You eat more, feed your hate, and you will live. I don't have a reason to live now." He pressed his lips together and glared at her, the scabs on his forehead splitting as he frowned.
Anna looked into his bright, tubercular eyes. "I can't take more food. I have to divide it. No one would listen to me if I took more than the others."
Sparrow coughed, licking a bubble of pink foam away quickly. "Steal food. Use your wits, Anna. The Nazis have used your body before ... sometimes the soldiers give food to their favorites. If you can steal enough to feed everyone in this tent, do it, but steal enough to keep your hate alive." He gasped for breath. "Some of the prisoners we came with are still stealing food ... from the others in their tents."
Anna looked down, tracing the black numbers of her tattoo. "They will die if I steal their food." She worked her lips, summoning a bit of saliva. She gnawed at a corner of her chunk of bread.
"They will die anyway. Johann did us no favors by convincing us to survive at all costs. I no longer have even my proper name ... I am just the Sparrow with a number on my arm. No wife, no child ... not even enough hate anymore." He hung his large, bony hand over his knee and looked past Anna. "Johann made us keep you ... he gave you back your life. Now, repay him by staying strong." He looked down, absorbed in tearing off a shred of fingernail. The conversation was over.
Anna rose and went into the tent. She lay on her back on the cot, wondering how she could follow the Sparrow's advice.
Darkness fell. The Nazis didn't like to waste the fuel of the big generators by lighting the compound, so they stayed outside at night. Unless the dogs gave the alarm, the big floodlights in the machine-gun towers never came on. Anna remembered the scrubby little potato in her hand and she gnawed it slowly as she thought.
The breathing around her slowed. Everyone in the tent seemed to be asleep, save for the Sparrow. He tried to muffle his hacking, but the prisoners were used to it. He seldom woke them anymore.
Anna crept to the door of the tent. She put the last fragment of the potato in her mouth and let it dissolve as she looked around. The black shapes of the tents stood out against the dark-grey ground. The moon lit the far side of a hill, a tiny glow slowly rising in the east.
Anna had heard the grunting of other women, their frail bodies pinned under the weight of the guards, but she had never solicited the SS men before. Her only hunger for months had been for food. Sometimes she saw children, eight or ten years old, exposing their fuzzless pussies to guards, then disappearing with the men. The blondest and the darkest of the little girls always seemed to be better fed than the mothers.
Too late, Anna remembered her stolen scalpel. She started to go back toward the tent, then thought, I shouldn't take it this time. I have to find out what the soldiers do-if they search the women first. Perhaps next time, or the time after.
The toilet pits were black scars in the ground. Anna had no trouble avoiding them even though she clung to the shadows of the tents. She stepped carefully in the darkness, running silent through the open spaces.
At last she reached the last tent before the fence. There was a wide swath of cleared dirt between the inner fence and the outer coils of barbed wire. The guards usually sat at the gaps in the coils in groups of three and four while a single man walked big dogs in the cleared area.
A dog handler came into sight. Anna froze, still in the shadow. The wind was coming from behind her. She wished he had been coming from the other direction.
The dog's ears pricked up. The handler questioned it in a low, guttural voice. The dog pawed at the ground, the tip of his low-held tail moving from side to side.
Anna realized she had nothing to lose. She could easily be shot if she stayed in the shadow. There was no doubt that the dog could point her out to the man. The broad white stripes of the dress would show him where to aim.
Anna stepped slowly out toward the inner fence. The guard hissed a command to the dog and dropped the lead. He unslung his rifle.
Anna put her hands out to her sides. The guard approached, the big dog moving silent as smoke beside him. She called out to him, "I'm not armed."
The guard stopped about six meters away. "What do you want?"
Anna unbuttoned the top of her dress. The long months of starvation had shrunk her breasts, but her young, resilient skin had kept the conical tits firm. Her nipples were standing up, hard as acorns in the night chill. "I want a real man, not a prisoner."
The guard let his weapon droop toward the ground. He swaggered closer. "Yes? I can take you. What do you want in exchange? Cigarettes?"
Anna stepped out of the dress completely. The starlight didn't show the fading traces of her scars. "Cigarettes or food," she said disinterestedly, "but mostly a man."
The guard slung his rifle over his shoulder again. He took the dog's chain. "Three cigarettes. Follow me."
Anna's stomach turned over. She had wanted the food. Cigarettes had no interest for her. At least I can find out how the soldiers are. The only women around here are the peasants from the village, and the commandant has forbidden them to go near them. I love watching those fat village girls tug their blouses down and pretend not to notice the way the soldiers stare.
The mouth of Anna's pussy was warming rapidly as she followed the soldier. She tossed her dress over her shoulders to keep some of the chill off. What will he do with the dog?
Anna felt briefly conspiratorial. The soldier peered into the watch box at the nearest gap, then waved her forward. She followed him to the base of a gun tower where he shackled the dog.
The soldier was little more than a boy. His face had pimples, and it looked as if he scarcely shaved yet. He pulled his trousers off in a flash, setting his rifle on top of them. He grabbed Anna's hand and pulled her to the ground next to the tower.
Anna barely had time to put the dress under her ass. The boy rolled on top of her, his fingers pulling at her stiff, rubbery nipples. His cock was rigid as a crowbar, butting around near the mouth of her pussy. The sticky lubricant on the end wet the inside of her thigh.
Anna felt like an old, wise woman at eighteen. She reached between her belly and boy's and guided his prickhead against the mouth of her cunt. "Take your time," she said. "You'll enjoy it more."
The boy slowed the bucking, weaving thrusts of his cock. He pressed against Anna's vagina, the head of his prick wedging in the half-dry channel. He let out a big breath.
"Oh yes," Anna hummed softly. "That feels nice." A rush of cuntal dew spread inside her, coating the head of the young soldier's cock.
The German boy wasn't about to take her nipples in his mouth, Anna knew. She rolled her shoulders, pressing the small, firm cones of her tits against his chest. His hand returned to her nipples, twisting and pinching at them.
The rough handling excited her. Anna swayed her hips sensuously, taking a little more of his into her pussy. She liked the feeling once again. For a moment, she thought of her dead David, but that pain was the wrong sort. It made her stomach hurt more than it aroused her pussy.
The boy's cock battered at her cunt. Anna bore down, trying to open her channel for him.
The boy panted in her ear, shoving his prick into her. He finally struggled the rod all the way up, his cockbush tangling in her cuntal nest. Anna felt the rising throb of her clitty as his belly banged against it.
The hot friction in her cunt stung the tender tissues, but Anna didn't care. The young soldier's excitement communicated itself to her. She slid her hands over his back, urging him on. She felt the tightening in her pussy, the heat welling out toward her fingers and toes. Anna rolled her hips around, flexing one ass cheek at a time. The sensuous heat gathered as she swiveled her cuntflesh around his cock.
The soldier rammed his prick into her. His hands left her nipples, moving to the tough, tense muscles of her ass. He picked her ass up bodily, holding her pelvis still and ramming his cock into her.
The fierce, bruising impacts of his pubic bone against the top of Anna's lovemound inflamed the rising hunger in her cunt. Ann's clit sent flame-like tongues of heat through her whole lower belly. The gusts of sensation climbed higher, filling her chest, traveling up her spine, making her heart pound. Anna began to curl her back, thrusting her cunt up toward him.
The pistoning cock in her cunt knocked her womb to and fro. Anna twisted her hips like a madwoman, working his cockhead into the deepest farthest corners of her cuntsleeve. She felt the tight, hot tension rising up her spine like the red in a thermometer. Just a little further and the line of heat would accelerate and blast into her brain.
Anna's mouth was open wide, dragging in huge blasts of air. She rammed her pelvis against his, oblivious of the dull pain of the impact. She struggled to bring herself to climax, knowing that the swelling, jerking, throbbing cock in her cunt was about to shoot.
Anna gritted her teeth. She sent all of her will power, all her lust to survive, down into the ring of muscle around her cunt mouth. She tightened the wet, steaming sleeve of flesh, milking viciously at his prick. Any second now she would feel a hitch in his bucking strokes that would signal his come.
It happened. Anna felt a gout of sperm blast against her womb, setting off the crescendo in her cunt. The walls of her pussytube clenched around the spurting prick, massaging the wide head. Every muscle in Anna's body moved with the huge contractions of her cunt, rocking her like storm waves. She gasped and grabbed for him, her ragged fingernails slicing furrows in his back.
The young soldier must have been storing up his come for months. The jolting blasts of his prick went on and on, driving Anna higher. She thought there were hundreds of liters of come pouring into her, stretching her belly. The continuing peak of her come took everything from her mind except the body that pinned her to the ground.
The hands on her ass unclenched. Anna felt herself lowered to the ground again. Her cuntal squeezes slacked off, tapering down as he pulled his prick out. She tried to stop him by covering his ass with her hands, but the head popped out anyway, dragging a long gush of semen with it. She heard the soldier whisper, "Holy Christ!"
Anna sat up. The soldier lay on his back, his pants and boots beside him. His wilting prick hung off to one side. She touched it gently. For all his lack of skill, Anna had come for the first time since her first day at the concentration camp.
"Don't you have to go back on watch?" she hinted gently.
The boy was as thoroughly indoctrinated as the prisoners. He sat up, pulling his pants on. He stomped into his boots in a instant, then untied the dog.
Anna watched him dreamily. The incident had taken up a lot of her meager energy, but what she learned was worth it. She smiled to herself.
CHAPTER NINE
Anna grew stronger. She began to carry the scalpel with her everywhere. The baggy prison dress didn't show a bulge when she made a secret pocket in the sleeve.
Armed now with the sharp little blade, Anna slipped among the prisoners whenever she wasn't keeping her group in order. She traded the first three cigarettes for two hard candies a new prisoner had hidden, tightly wrapped, in his mouth. She tucked one into the seam of her cot and rolled the other in her mouth, relishing the sweet taste and the flow of energy. It lasted for three days, tucked under the neck of her dress when she wasn't sucking on it.
The Sparrow coughed more. The season was turning toward winter, the trees outside the compound changing. More prisoners arrived every day, some German Jews, but mostly Slavs whose flat faces and guttural speech was strange to her.
One day Anna had to have one of the men help her lift the Sparrow out of bed. His face was pale, with scarlet lips. Anna used some of the drinking water to wipe blood from the corner of his mouth.
Everywhere, like scurrying insects hidden among blades of grass, she saw prisoners who were a little stronger than the others. Some men, their big bones poking rawly through the shrunken sacks of their skin; kept living. Some women still had the strength to sway lasciviously as evening approached. She avoided them all, walking through the areas away from her tent with her eyes vacant and her head down. She had convinced herself that no one in the camp was to be trusted.
Anna thought often about the Nazi and what she would someday do to them. The images of the lieutenant, the commandant, and Fraulein Doctor filled her mind in the darkness, as did guns and bombs and poisons. She formed elaborate revenges in her head, agonizing punishments that would take months or years to work on the Nazis. Her cheeks would redden as she sank into her private world of maiming and death, peopled with the twitching, rolling bodies of the Aryan officers. Even the faceless guards she sought out at night had horrible deaths assigned to them in her thought.
One day only a single train load of prisoners arrived, coming from the east. The guards whispered among themselves while Anna and the Sparrow sorted through the heavy garments. The people who still lived in the world, the foreign outsiders who actually fought back against the Nazis, had bombed a switchyard from the air, stopping transport for that day, and for perhaps several more to come. Anna worked faster, taking almost all of the Sparrow's load of clothing.
The guard behind them was cursing the English when Anna felt a lump in the seam of a heavy sheepskin coat. Her fingers flicking an imaginary louse from the wool, she stashed the little lump in her lap, then between her thighs. It had sharp, complicated edges. Perhaps she could convert it into a weapon,
At the tent, Anna felt a rush of juice flood her loins when she examined the object. It was silver, with a splash of lead at one edge. Blood had dried in the crevice between the bullet-spall and the silver of the SS lightning bolts. The tall, black-uniformed elite of the Nazis could be killed ... and by someone ordinary enough to become a camp prisoner! Anna felt like the whole world had split open, a shimmering, rainbow gate leading across the crack into a place where Jews and Gypsies and Poles could kill Germans and live, at least for a while.
She kept it to herself. This discovery was another weapon, maybe even more deadly than the scalpel hidden in her dress. She kept her eyes open wider that night when she crossed the compound to seduce a guard.
Now it wasn't the food that fueled her. Anna wanted to find out how far away the guards could place their weapons while they rammed their cocks into her. Even while the middle-aged, war-wounded man lay on top of her that night, she thought of the distance to his gun. Her scalpel was in the top folds of her dress, right between her shoulders where the SS men were least likely to look when she lay with them. She put her hand at the nape of her neck when the man rolled off to stand over her, rolling her hips lewdly in invitation. He kicked her in the crotch with his bare foot.
"Get dressed! There's no time, Jew slut!" He tugged his heavy trousers on, reaching deep in the buttoned pockets to throw her a slab of cheese he'd been gnawing on his rounds.
Anna held the cheese tight in her hand. It was hard and dry, very strong-smelling, but it was food. She wrapped the coarse dress around herself, remembering to thank him with profuse, obscene gratitude.
Anna wished she had her long hair back. She could have hidden knifes, sharp stones, anything small and deadly in the wavy strands. The Nazis shaved her head every month or so, sweeping the inch-long hairs up into a bag for mattress-stuffing.
Anna wanted to share the cheese with the Sparrow. She scraped a little of the rock-hard food off with her front teeth, almost forgetting her caution. Two small boys darted from the shadow next to a toilet pit and rushed her, almost knocking the lump from her hand. They tore at her dress.
Anna kicked one of them in the balls. He doubled up, still clawing and snapping at her with his teeth, as savage as a wild beast. The other twisted her free hand up behind her head, bending the fingers backward.
Anna rolled to get free of the groin-wounded animal clinging to her legs. Her wrist twisted out of the other boy's grip and she grabbed the scalpel.
It was quiet all around. The scuffle in the dark had wakened people in the tents. Snoring and coughing stopped for a moment, the only sounds the sliding of skin on dirt and the desperate panting of Anna and the two boys. She slashed the tiny blade of her scalpel across one child's face, throwing his hands over his nose. Anna kicked out at the boy on the ground and slashed again. A black gush of blood followed the blade like the broad stroke following an artist's brush. He fell.
Anna turned around. She crushed her heel down onto the other child, feeling scrawny ribs crush under her foot like dry branches. She stomped again and again, then ran off as fast and silent as she could.
It took her a long time to catch her breath. Anna stood with her back to the side of a tent. She still held the lump of cheese, now molded into a dense, soft mass by her sweating fingers. She looked all around, finally slipping her scalpel back into her sleeve. Her tent was forty meters away.
Anna kept herself low, scuttling through the open spaces like a striped rat. She slipped up to the neighboring tent and dabbed their drinking water on the smears on her hands and legs. The still-wet blood came off easily, but something bothered her.
It wasn't the death of the boys ... they had been trying to steal her food. Other prisoners had snarled helplessly when Anna grabbed a chunk of bread or a moldy carrot. They'd have killed her if they could. It was too quiet, she decided.
Anna knew all the night sounds of the compound. She could find her way through the whole area by ear. With a shock of fear that twisted her guts, she realized what the difference was. There was no coughing.
Anna slipped back into the tent. The other prisoners were whispering near a cot. She heard the chanting of the funeral prayers and knew without needing to see through the darkness. The Sparrow was dead.
* * *
The next day, Anna realized how alone she was. The others in her tent wouldn't talk to her. It wasn't because of her midnight excursions of the death of Sparrow-they hadn't spoken to her unnecessarily in month. She spoke to them, orders about rations and work, but none of them talked with her the way the Sparrow sometimes had. He worked mutely beside her at the sorting table, coughing and spitting blood on the seams of the clothes they ripped through, listening to her sometimes at the dinner hour. Anna thought, and remembered that even the Sparrow had scarcely conversed with her a dozen times since Johann's death.
Even so, the knowledge of his death made Anna feel more alone. The hard candy she had been saving to slip to him was still hidden in her cot. She unwrapped it that evening and sat in Sparrow's spot to eat it.
In the long weeks Anna had struggled though, commanding the tent, she had gained all of four kilos. Her breasts had filled slightly and there was more flesh on her buttocks, but her ribs still arched out through her skin like the bows of a wagon top. She rolled the candy in her mouth and plotted. Her eyes stung like they did when the wind shifted and blew the greasy black smoke from the crematorium over the camp, but she knew what she would do. Anna ran her thumb over the lead-smeared SS emblem, shining the dulled metal.
The railroad had been repaired. The first train load of prisoners from the west came in early in the morning. Anna sorted the clothing of the new arrivals, some of them still bleeding from gunshot wounds, other as emaciated as the walking corpses already in the concentration camp. She asked the ever present guard for permission to stand up. He granted it, casting a glance at the sergeant in charge.
Anna flexed her back, rolling her shoulders. Her bones cracked as she worked out the knots. She approached the sergeant, crabbing sideways like a slavish conspirator. "Bitte, mein Herr," she began.
"Eh? What is it? Why are you bothering me?" The sergeant looked around, his glance menacing.
"I ... I found something. I thought the commandant should know about it." Anna held the bent emblem in her hand, still not daring to show it to the sergeant.
"Huh! What would you find that could possibly interest Herr Colonel-General? A new, simpler way for Jews to die?" He snickered.
Anna raised her hand, her fingers curled over the lightning bolts. She opened them slowly. "It was in one of the coats from today's arrivals." She watched the sergeant.
His eyes opened wider, then his brows lowered. "Which coat? Do you know which prisoner had it?"
Anna felt the eyes of her fellow prisoners on her back. She stood like a lackey in front of the sergeant, trying to ignore the pain of their stares. "I think so ... It was a dark blue or green ... with a strange lining. It was big, too, like a very tall man owned it."
The sergeant started to speak, then stopped again. He beckoned to another guard. "Keep her here." He left the tall stool he'd been sitting on and went to the telephone next to the door, cranking the handle furiously.
Anna looked around, her pulse pounding like a jack hammer. Her tentmates went back to searching through the seams and pockets. The sergeant spoke rapidly into the phone, his heavy jowls jiggling with the force of his speech.
He hung up and asked Anna, "Now, think carefully. What did the man look like? Did you see him?"
Anna furrowed her brow. "I don't remember. I could show you the coat ... maybe another guard knows which one was wearing it."
The sergeant led her to the stack of ripped, searched clothing. Anna searched through the pile, dragging out a dark blue overcoat. She flipped the lapel inside-out, showing him the torn spot in the seam.
The Colonel-General's car pulled up out front. He strode in, the Fraulein Doctor behind him. He looked excited. "Is this the woman?"
The sergeant nodded. The commandant searched Anna's face. "Show me your arm." He bent to stare at the blue-black tattoo, then turned to the tall, cruel woman doctor. "You see? This is one of my original experiment. Now she has turned in one of her fellow prisoners." His proud face twisted in a sneer of victory. The saber scar on his ear paled, then reddened.
The prisoners at the sorting table and the line of new arrivals stared at Anna, mute incomprehension in their eyes. Some of her tentmates whispered among themselves, "Remember? She held Johann down while the woman ..."
Anna rubbed her hands on her wrists as if she were chilled. The scalpel was still safely hidden. The Colonel-General took the coat from the sergeant and turned around. "Detain all the new arrivals. Send this group back to their tent ... and give them a double ration today."
The Nazi woman hissed through her teeth. Such action was unheard of ... the whole object of the camp was to starve the Jews into skeletons, milking all possible labor from them while they rotted inside. She started to speak to the commandant, but he snapped, "Now! Halt everything! We have the murderer of an SS man somewhere in the camp!"
The soldiers scurried around, escorting Anna's tentmates back at a trot. When one of the women fell down, a soldier dragged her by the arm until she regained her feet.
More guards appeared, bringing in the recent prisoners. The commandant held up the coat. "A promotion for the man who finds the traitor who fits this coat!"
Captains and lieutenants corralled prisoners as eagerly as did the soldiers. The commandant grabbed one by the arm. "Take this woman to the laboratory. Let no harm come to her, but don't lose her. She has found a vicious traitor here in the camp." He turned to the woman doctor. "How could those pig fools in the city let him pass?"
Anna stumbled along beside the captain, his hand squeezing her arm like a vise. She was rushed through the front gate of the camp and through a door in the barracks she'd never seen before.
The laboratory was a large room with white walls. Shiny tables with stirrups and shackles permanently mounted to them stood in rows in the center. Gutters ran from the tables to big drains in the floor, and to the rows of hooks and cuffs on the walls. Huge flat reflectors backed light bulbs in the ceiling, making the windowless interior almost as bright as the daylight outside.
Anna glimpsed a door, half-open, with the Fraulein Doctor's name on it. She saw a big desk and rows of books. The lamp on the table had a curiously ornate shade. Anna looked closer.
It was made of human tattoos, birds and anchors and hearts with names in them. The bulb inside made the skin-pictures glow, casting strange-colored shadows on the walls.
Glass-fronted cases in the office and in the laboratory itself held cruel-looking equipment. There was a small guillotine, just big enough for a child's limb. The wood of the frame was stained dark.
All the other blades and whips and devices looked well-used and lovingly cared for. Anna's nostrils flared as she looked around. A hand-cranked generator was mounted to one table.
Four guards carried a tall, red-haired man in. He was thin, his arms and legs incongruously long, with no teeth in front. He struggled, denying vehemently that he had ever killed anyone
The commandant and Fraulein Doctor followed right behind the guards. The woman pointed to the mechanism Anna had wondered about. "Put him on the shock table."
They spread-eagled the red-haired man on the table. Anna watched in fascination as the commandant and the doctor leaned over him. The Colonel-General waved the guards away, saying, "Dismissed. Return to your duties."
"Where were you when you killed the SS man?" the doctor asked. The man shook his head, his mouth wide open. His breath wheezed through a throat constricted with absolute terror.
The commandant said, "It was stupid to carry a trophy. It will make your death that much more painful."
"I ... I didn't! What are you talking about?" The man struggled against the table.
"When did you murder him?" the doctor asked. Her face was a mask of rage, directed as much at Anna and the commandant as at the accused prisoner. The red-haired man passed out, going limp on the metal surface of the table.
The doctor attached wires to the man's testicles and penis. Watching him carefully, she turned the crank of the hand generator.
His scream was piteous. He arched off the table. His limbs jerked tightening against the straps. The Nazi woman let go of the handle. "Tell!"
"Please, my god, please! I know nothing!!" The man wept, flinging his head from side to side. Pink frothed from his mouth. He had bitten through the inner surfaces of his cheeks.
The captain, his hand still wrapped around Anna's arm, stepped closer. Anna moved with him in horrified wonder. She wondered what the loud-breathing officer would do if his own balls were connected to the machine.
The commandant looked up. "You may go," he told the captain. The officer hesitated, then saluted and left. "Tell us when you killed the SS man," the Colonel-General said, "and we will let you die simply."
The red-haired man was in tears. He was too scared to take the commandant's suggestion. The false accusation had addled his wits. "No ... I didn't," he repeated. "Please, Herr General, I never killed anyone." His eyes rolled from Anna to the doctor and back to the commandant.
Anna weighed the situation in her mind. The commandant had a gun strapped to his hip. The doctor was nearer, but she would have to wait. "Please, Herr Commandant," she asked, a quiver in her voice. "May I please ask the prisoner?"
The Colonel-General's upper lip curled as he stared at the woman doctor. "You see?" He turned to Anna. "Here. Take the handle. It won't shock him until you turn it."
Anna moved around the table. The commandant was on her left, the doctor on her right. The other woman moved further away, looking up from the foot of the metal table at the red-haired prisoner's crotch.
Anna spoke in a low voice. "I found the emblem in your coat. There was the mark of a bullet on it. You either killed the man or helped to hide the killer." She moved the handle experimentally, just a quarter-turn. The man grunted, his back arching.
Anna looked at the commandant. He smiled almost affectionately at her. Both his hands were behind his back. She asked the man again, "How did you get the badge?"
The man shook his head, unable to speak again. His freckles stood out on his pale skin like flakes of red-brown dirt. Anna revved the crank twice in a full circle.
He arched, the radical spasm of his muscles jerking the clip from his glands. A fat blue spark jumped to the table as the lead hit. He bucked in the straps again.
The commandant leaned across to reconnect the wire. Anna stepped respectfully away, slipping the fingers of her right hand into her sleeve. She gripped the scalpel in her hand, waiting for the Colonel-General to straighten up.
The wire reattached, the commandant stood upright. His mouth opened to encourage Anna and she struck.
Swift as a viper, Anna gouged the end of the scalpel into his throat and ripped it to the side. All the hate and pain and starvation of her months in the camp exploded, strengthening her hand. The commandant's look changed from cruel approval to horror. He raised his hand to the spurting artery in his neck, beginning to sink to the floor.
Anna turned in a flash. The doctor was already trying to flee. Anna leapt at her back, striking her knee against the corner of the table. The impact spun her to the side, but she knocked the Nazi doctor to her knees.
Anna scrambled madly. The woman was beginning to scream. With a furious yank at the doctor's hair, Anna pulled her head back and gashed a huge wound from one side of the doctor's jawbone to the other. The scream stopped. The weight of the tall woman almost dragged Anna to the floor. She jumped up, her foot slipping in the wide flood of crimson still pumping from the doctor's neck.
Anna dropped the scalpel in her desperate rush. The guard would be in the lab any second. She ripped, the Luger from the commandant's holster and crouched behind the table.
The red-haired man stared at her, his eyes wide. "What are you doing? Are you insane?" His head was twisted at an incredible angle.
Anna loosed the straps that held him to the table. His hands were free and she had just started on his ankles when she heard a scraping sound behind her. She spun around, pulling the trigger blindly.
Bullets ricocheted around the walls, smashing into the glass cases. The captain who had brought her to the laboratory dropped to one knee, his gun barrel rising toward her. Anna blasted away, pulling the trigger until the Luger spit the last hot casing out. The captain dropped his pistol and fell forward.
The prisoner had undone his feet. A gash across his lower belly showed where one of the wild slugs had grazed him. Anna threw the commandant's Luger at him. "Find some bullets!"
She ran to the captain. She thought she heard more men coming, heavy boots beating on the cement. She grabbed his pistol and wrenched a spare clip from his belt. Not knowing what to do with it, Anna threw it down.
The captain was still breathing, his eyes glazing from the pain of the multiple bullet wounds. Anna looked at his jowly, puffing face, then shoved him through the door. Nothing happened. She beckoned to the red-haired man. "Come! We might escape!"
Anna stuck her head into the corridor. She looked both ways, but not a single Nazi showed. She stepped over the captain's body, ignoring final twitches. The other prisoner still hung back, putting a fresh clip into the commandant's pistol. Anna turned to him. "Hurry!"
The red-haired man still looked confused. He moved slowly toward the door, the Luger pointing downward. Anna swiveled her head back and forth, nearly bleeding from the urgency. The soldiers must be coming. "Damn you, hurry!"
The other prisoner stood where he was. Anna saw a flash of motion from the corner of her eye. She ducked back through the doorway, opening her mouth to scream at the prisoner. "They're-"
The flash from the muzzle of the pistol was the last thing Anna ever saw. The red-haired man dropped the gun to the floor and waited for the guards to come.
