The Nazi era was one of the most brutal that has ever seized Mankind. During the years of the Third Reich, tortures and cruelties were inflicted by man upon man of the like which had not been experienced since the days of Genghis Khan. The illusion of human moral progress was shattered, one thought, for all time.
But today many have forgotten. Many have pretended that the horrors which occurred during the Third Reich were some freakish aberration, something that happened then but which can never happen again. They pretend that when the Allied armies marched into Germany and freed the inmates of the Death Camps, the disease was wiped out. They pretend that the Nuremberg Trials convicted the war criminals, the men responsible for the tortures.
But today Nazism is undergoing a resurgence, not only in Germany, but in the United States as well. And it is not only Germans that are involved. And they are not all called Nazis. All sorts of people on all the nations of the world are capable of the same horrors which the Nazis perpetrated.
Man has learned little from the lessons of the Nazi era. The tortures continue across the globe. Perhaps they will always continue. Perhaps such horrors are perpetrated by madman who will always exist, in one form or another.
But perhaps they are not all madmen, and perhaps if the knowledge of these practices are spread, people will realize the dangers that can result from blindly following leaders and ideologies whose results can only bring chaos, if their means entail violence and the subjugation of other peoples. This is a lesson that cannot be repeated too often.
It is hoped that the knowledge of these brutalities will make people distrust those ideologies which proclaim the superiority of one race of persons over another. For it is plain that any such ideology will result in similar brutalities and outrages against, not just one portion of humanity, but all of humanity.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
The barbed wire made the place look frightening, like something out of a bad dream, a hideous nightmare of a madman. Who could imagine an otherwise prosaic two family house, with a fresh white paint job, in an otherwise quite normal residential neighborhood in northern Detroit, completely surrounded by barbed wire? But Jill did not hesitate. She rang the bell.
With one look over her shoulder, Jill turned and regarded the door. The New American Nazi Party, the sign on the door read, neatly printed in old German script, but easy to read nonetheless. Nazis! Jill wondered what they had been like. She had heard so many stories about the Nazis, the real Nazis, German Nazis, Hitler and the Concentration Camps and such. Her childhood had been made up of such stories, because her mother had been an unwilling captive in one of those grotesque houses of pain.
"I hope you never see anything like it," her mother had said with a shudder. "Horrible!" Every night her mother had lulled her to sleep with such tales, tales of horror and depravity. Jill wondered how many were true?
These men here were certainly nothing like that. They wouldn't tie women down and burn them with torches, set fire to their cunts, or jam sharp sticks up their cunts. This was America, the New World, the land of opportunity. This was not some mad old Country with crazy vampires in charge.
So Jill was not frightened, though she shuddered a little as the door opened. The man who opened it was too young to be dangerous. He looked to be about seventeen, too young to even grow a beard, let alone tote a whip. Though he did appear sharp and immaculate in his military uniform. It was khaki and crisply pressed. Jill could not understand the meaning of all the insignia and stripes, so she had no idea of the boy's rank. She knew the meaning of the swastika, however, that decorated his chest and that hung on both of his shoulders.
"I'm Jill Rose," she said. "The reporter. I have an appointment at 2:30 to interview General Koenig."
The young man's arm snapped into action, moving like a well-oiled but slightly bizarre and old-fashioned machine, as he threw his wrist in front of his eyes, studying the face of his watch. It was an expensive model, Jill noticed, the kind that would still work underwater, falling out of an airplane, anywhere. Expensive, that meant this crew had money. Jill made a mental note.
The young soldier smiled, and his smile was as mechanical as his movement had been. He's putting it on, Jill thought. He'd rather be out playing basketball and drinking beer.
"2:30," his voice rang out, "Just on time! Perfect! The General is waiting for you." His arm snapped back to his side. "Follow me."
Just before he closed the foor, Jill turned and caught a last look outside, past the barbed wire, and at the street, more particularly at a car parked on the street. In the car sat her boyfriend Jerry. Silly boy! He hadn't trusted her to come alone. "Nazis!" he had said. "They could be dangerous. Crazy. They might do anything. Sure, I know you can take care of yourself. Just let me come along. I'll wait outside, and if you don't come out in, say, a day or two," and with this he laughed, but his laugh was a little bit hollow, "Well then, I'll just come in and get you. OK?"
"OK" she had assented. What else could she say to him, this man who loved her so much, who was so kind and considerate and so lovable? And now when Jill looked back, and saw his kindly face watching her closely, and with love, from the window of the old Ford, her heart beat a little faster, and she felt a little safer.
Not that she thought that what she was doing was in any way dangerous. This was not Nazi Germany, just a house in Detroit.
But the general was not on time...
A cruel smile spread across the General's face. His hand grasped the belt harder, and he pulled it back, feeling the air whistle past his arm.
"No! No please!" the girl was crying piteously, and that made the General smile even more. She was a Jewess, the scum of the earth, a woman of the race made to be dominated. Yes, he thought, it was a good thing for Jews, a good thing they were around because they provided good practice for the master race.
General Koenig snapped the belt forward in one smooth, well-practiced motion. It flashed over her exposed buttocks with the speed of lightning, and the girl yelped in exquisite pain.
Admirable, he thought, admirable the way I did that. So elegant. A beautiful ass, he thought, round and juicy, a perfect target. Yes, some of these Jewesses are fine animals.
"Please," she cried, "Please sir, no more. Oh please no more. I'll suck you, but please... " Again the whip cracked. The General was merciless. Welts appeared of her firm backside, and then as he applied the whip more and more the welts turned into open wounds. The blood began to pour out. The General's prick stood up straight, at attention, he thought, in his pants. He loved to see the girl squirm.
Her ass pointed straight at him, a most interesting position for all concerned. Her head hung down low and her hands were bound tightly together, so tightly that they hurt and she was totally unable to move them, no matter how hard she tried. Her cunt pressed tightly against the thick wooden saw horse around which her thin and lithe bound was unnaturally contorted and bound, and with every flick of the whip against her naked buttocks, she heaved forward uncontrollably and ground her cunt against the wood of the saw horse. Despite herself, despite everything, the girl began to grow excited.
The hard and rough dirty surface of the wood rubbing against her exposed cunt, and pressing tightly and repeatedly against her clitoris was doing the trick. The lashes hurt-oh, how they hurt-but the hurt was soon mixed with pleasure.
She felt the love juices gather in her cunt. "No," she cried, rather more softly now, "No, no, no, no." But what she meant was Yes, yes, yes. The pain was now indiscriminately mixed with pleasure. She could not tell where one began and the other ended.
Suddenly an orgasm ripped through her. She had fucked many a man, and with tender loving care, or quickly and spontaneously with much heaving and shouting, but never had she experienced an orgasm like this one. It shook her whole frame and made her shudder like a madwoman. Her screams became meaningless shrieks, and she bounced her clitoris against the saw horse, driving herself wilder and wilder.
The General unzipped his fly, and his prick stood out, hard and long and like a conqueror's sword. A wicked smile played over his face. She's enjoying it, he thought, the Jewess is enjoying it. Let her enjoy this. He put the whip aside, and approached the girl with another weapon, just as her orgasm was leaving her half dead and unconscious. He spread her ass and felt forward for her cunt. He slipped his cock immediately inside, pushing it as hard and brutally as he could.
Wet, he thought, I never felt anything so wet. The blood dripping in puddles down her ass mingled with the sweat and male juices of the General's groin as he fucked her quickly.
"Ahhh!" he moaned, as his juices spurted into the girl.
Upstairs, Jill waited nervously. She had heard that Nazis were always punctual, that they regulated their lives entirely by the clock. Where could he be? She nervously twined the fingers of one hand around the fingers of the .other as her eyes traveled observing the room.
There was a bookshelf full of heavy tomes. Jill slipped on her glasses, for she was quite nearsighted, and read some of the titles, making mental notes. This would add color and depth to her inter- view, and the readers would appreciate it.
Lots of the titles were in German and, as is often the case with German titles, were very long and full of words that were very long. Jill's German was inadequate at best, so these she skipped immediately. Some, though, she was able to understand: Mein Kampf was one. Some were in English. Guerrilla Warfare.
An immense picture of Adolf Hitler hung over the fireplace. A gun rack was on one wall, and two swords hung high on another. The other wall contained an immense map of the United States, and black flags were stuck at various points on it. The biggest of these flags was on the city of Detroit.
"Good afternoon," the words rang out suddenly and brought Jill up with a quick start, but they were said so graciously, and in so civilized a tone, that she was immediately reassured. He had slipped up quietly-like a soldier at war.
"My name is General Koenig. You must be... "
"Jill Rose. Reporter for... "
"Rose? Could that be short for Rosenberg? Rosenthal?"
"My grandfather's name was Rosenzweig. He changed it to Rose when he opened a dress store. He called it Roses. It required fewer neon letters."
"Oh yes, the Jews. Admirable people, very wise, always with ap eye on the dollar! I am pleased to meet you. You are very beautiful."
Ordinarily Jill would have been offended by someone saying this to her on such short acquaintance, but his manners were so old worldly, that it seemed quite natural. She knew that Koenig had been born in Milwaukee and that he had only been in Germany for two short visits many years ago, but it still seemed to fit. She forgot she was in Detroit, and expected to see the Black Forest outside.
"Now what can I do for you?" General Koenig asked her kindly as he settled down in the soft chair behind his desk.
"Well, I'd just like to ask a few questions about your organization. You know, my readers are very interested why you would choose to form the Nazi party, well, to be blunt, because that is an ideology that has already been decisively defeated, in World War Two I mean, and one whose platform most right thinking people today disavow as abhorrent?"
"But do they? But do they my girl?"
"Don't they?"
The General's eyes studied the famale form that was seated in front of him, mentally undressing her and examining her lush curves, high firm breasts, round ass, long legs. He loved her face, so Semitic, with nose slightly larger than an Aryans, dark hair falling around a hard and serious face yet one, he knew, that would be incredible sexy when caught up in the throes of passion.
He answered her questions dutifully. They were dull questions. He had heard their like a thousand times. About what the party aimed for? Did it aim for political change through elections? If that were so, why did they train an army? Did the party agree with the racial policies of the late Adolf Hitler? Yet he was not bored, because she was asking the questions.
At the conclusion of 45 minutes," when General Koenig knew she was preparing to leave, he asked her, "Jill, if you would like to learn more about the party, why not stay a little longer? I don't have more time for an interview, but you could stay for dinner. Some of the staff will be eating, fascinating gentlemen, and afterwards we will be having... a kind of celebration. It will be most instructive. I will be there of course.
Jill considered the offer, but not for long. It was tempting, and would certainly make her article more interesting but, truth to tell, a truth which she was not admitting to herself, she was scared. He had answered all of her questions so directly and honestly that she knew the New Nazis were serious-dead serious. She wanted to leave.
"No? Well, perhaps you will come back and join us another day. Hans! The young man who had let her in suddenly appeared. "Show Miss Rose out. Good day."
The two young people left the rdom and General Koenig remained standing. "Georg," he called, once they left. Another young man appeared, blonde hair, good looking, much like Hans except without the uniform.
"Georg, I want you to follow that girl and bring her back here."
CHAPTER TWO
"What a grisly experience," Jill said.
"Just as long as you're home safe," said Jerry. His fingers stroked her cunt as they lay in bed together, and she moaned.
"Oh that feels so good. Do it some more." Jerry noticed that Jill was rather more excited that usual, really turned on. They had already fucked twice, and she was ready, nay anxious, to do it again. She reached over for him. "Come on," she said. "Climb on board and stick it in!"
She grabbed his dick. It was long and hard. How could it be otherwise with Jill stroking it and sucking it?
"Oh yes," she moaned, as she plunged it into her joy hole. "Go to it." Jerry began moving it in and out. Her lips sought his, and melted together in a feverish kiss. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain.
"Ouch!" He pulled back from her and reached for his lip. It was dripping blood. What kind of deviltry was in this girl tonight?
"Don't stop," she cried, as Jerry's thrusts temporarily slowed down. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Hurt me!" What was she thinking about? Why wonder? Jerry just plunged away, harder than before.
But not hard enough, thought Jill, she wanted a pile driver, a steam shovel. She wanted a hard brutal fuck, a fuck to drive her crazy! She wanted...
There was a loud smashing noise. "What's that?" called Jerry, as he paused.
"Oh don't stop!" cried the girl beneath him. "Fuck me harder."
"Something's happening. Someone's coming in! Oh!"
Rough hands grabbed him from the back and wrenched him out of the girl that he loved. She cried out in sudden terror, made worse by the sudden horrible emptiness in her hungry and insatiable cunt.
Two men stood over them, looking down with cold and heartless eyes. "What is this? Who are you?" demanded Jerry, in his toughest and most aggressive, voice as he started to stand up. But no one can appear very tough and aggressive when he is stark naked, and when his dick is still wet from a woman's hot cunt. Samson knew that.
The two men were dressed in khaki pants and khaki jackets, no insignia, but a sudden thrilling fear shot through Jill as she recognized the intruders for what they were-Nazi henchmen.
"Get out!" said Jerry. One of the men reached out, swung his arm back, and slammed it as hard as possible into the side of Jerry's head. Jill was horrified.
"Jerry!" she screeched as he fell to the floor. The arm had been like steel. Jerry started to get up, but a jackboot slammed out and caught him in the chin. He went down again and blood spurted from his nose and from the corners of his mouth.
"Jerry!" Jill called in terror, but her mouth was immediately muffled by the heavy hand of the other young man, and he pushed her back on the bed so she could see nothing more, just the ceiling and his evil face.
Still, she heard the unmistakable sounds of heavy boots kicking soft human flesh, and grunts of unbearable pain. She also felt hands travel over her body. Oh God, she thought, I'm going to be raped. Rape! What terror it aroused in her mind! Her body was going to be violated.
The man leaned down over her. He was breathing hard and heavily into her face, and a big leer spread among his features. At that moment he was the most hideous thing Jill had ever seen. His hands grabbed her tits and squeezed her hard, leaving her mouth free to scream.
She screamed, but it did no good. Jerry was unconscious. The man pushed her over to the side of the bed, and as her head dangled, she could see Jerry's body. It was bent and twisted in an unpleasant angle-an impossible angle, she suddenly realized, as wave after wave of horror convulsed her-an impossible angle for anyone who was still alive. His neck was bent, broken, she suddenly realized. Red welts stood out all over his body.
The filthy Nazi who had done that foul deed was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at her, while she was being defiled by the hands of the other, and he was taking his pants off!
The other Nazi squeezed her tits so hard that she almost passed out. Her tits were so excited by her recent frantic lovemaking that they were highly sensitive, immediately responsive to the slightest, gentlest touch of a man's hand, or lips, or tongue. Her nipples were hard and her breasts were red-suffused with blood to make them sensitive and aware of the slightest pressure.
Now they were being squeezed as though they were melons. It was torture.
"Oh stop. Please stop," she moaned.
A slap seemed to rip across her face, and she felt pain as she had never felt before. The slap was repeated and repeated again, and by the time the hand had finished its cruel work, Jill was weeping with uncontrollable passion, sob after sob coming from her small, luscious body.
Her big tits heaved up and down with the passion of those sobs, and her thin little belly quivered. Suddenly she started, with a pain the like of which she had never felt. The pain was so horrible and so all-encompassing, that at first she could not tell what part of her body it was located. It seemed to be destroying all of her at once, as though she could not possibly live another instant past that moment of excruciating pain.
But-for better or worse-she still lived and, what was certainly worse, the pain was immediately repeated. She shrieked and hollered and struggled, looked up through her eyes that were clogged with tears and blood, and saw the naked Nazi standing over her, his legs spread wide, smiling, smiling smiling. His mouth seemed to fill her whole world. All she could feel was pain, and all she could see was his teeth.
But Jill knew that it was not the teeth that were torturing her. It was the whip in his hand. Then she suddenly knew what was happening to her body. He was whipping her cunt!
He moved the whip back through space. It was a relatively small whip, as it would have to be to be operative in this small bedroom, but it was deadly nonetheless. It snapped forward. Jill seemed to see the whip moved in slow motion, its black leather length slowly reaching out, aiming precisely, and flicking lightly, yet with indescribable pain, right against her clitoris.
Jill shrieked, and well she might because, sensitive as were her nipples, a thousand times more sensitive was her clitoris, that ultimate seat of all feminine pleasures. And now it was being ravaged!
Jill passed into darkness. Everything seemed to float aimlessly in front of her. She saw huge monstrous cocks with eyes and teeth that gradually changed into dragons, then into horses, then into dogs, and suddenly she felt good. Jill felt real good. Of course it was all a dream, but she felt better than she thought she would ever feel again. Better than she had ever felt before.
Jill opened her eyes and saw blonde hair. It was bobbing up down in front of her eyes. It was the hair of the young Nazi who had removed his clothes, and it was bounding in front of her eyes because he was fucking her. God but it felt good!
This was what she had needed all along, a huge rock-hard cock plunging in and out of her like a machine, a machine that would go on forever. It was like a dream, and she would never have to wake up. Everything was forgotten, not just the recent past, but all of the past, and not just the past, but even the idea that there was such a thing as a past. There was nothing but the present, and the present was nothing but an immense strong cock that was traveling throughout her entire body and rocking her apart, driving her wild.
Jill closed her eyes and just felt the cock plunge in and out of her cunt, in and out, in and out, oh so good! Then she felt a sharp pain-teeth, biting her nipple, bearing down on her tit, grinding it and biting her nipple. Biting it, she thought, hard enough to bite it off.
That did it! An orgasm-the third of the night, ripped through her. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Her body heaved up and down. She had not thought of controlling herself, even though she was fucking a Nazi, the man who had killed Jerry.
She thought of nothing. She just experienced pleasure, and when Jill opened her eyes the man was gone. She stared up at the ceiling.
"On your feet!" was the command that she heard. It didn't make sense. The words floated by her as though they were meaningless sounds. "On your feet!" It was repeated again, but more harshly. This time she understood what the words meant, but she doubted whether she could stand up on her feet. Her body and soul had just taken too many shocks in too quick a time. And her cunt still glowed, felt like an independent being with more of a life than the rest of her put together. How could she command such a body to stand up on its feet?
"On your feet, bitch! Move!" She heard a whip, and felt it arching over her flesh and laying down quickly, and with much intense pain, across her stomach. It left a red bloody welt, but it did its job. Jill suddenly found herself on her feet.
The Nazis were both clothed, standing next to each other and staring at her. She looked down and saw Jerry's body, where they had left it, sprawled in an ugly mass on the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried out Jerry, and bent down to him.
"Jerry," she moaned piteously, and reached tenderly for his head. "Get up, bitch."
She didn't hear. A jackboot, cruel and hard, made of polished leather, struck out savagely and caught the poor, crying girl under the chin. Her head felt like it was going to roll off her body. She was too stunned to react.
Again the foot jutted out, and kicked her this time in the belly, her soft woman's belly. It left a red mark, that quickly turned to shades of bruised purple and blue. It knocked the breath out of her, so that Jill collapsed on the floor next to the dead body of her former lover.
Mixed with the pain she felt an onslaught of sudden pleasure. Her cunt tingled. It required immediate relief. She saw two pairs of boots standing over her, and she reached out to them.
"Please," she said, "Please." But she could say no more. Words were no longer at her command. Her hands traveled up the first pair of male legs that they encountered, legs that remained straight and proud, as if standing at attention.
"The bitch wants more. What a creature!"
"Ja! What shall we do?"
"Wait. Let's see how degenerate she really is."
He bent over Jerry's dead body and arranged the head to lay in a more comfortable appearing angle. He straightened the limbs, and made the body as presentable as it was possible. Which was not very presentable. Then he bent over Jill and whispered in her ear.
"Come here, Liebchin. Here is what you want. See it? A cock?" He directed Jill's attention to Jerry's dead cock, as dead as the rest of his body. It lay heavily to one side of his crotch, already looking a trifle decayed, perhaps from the rough use this same girl had just recently given it.
Jill was so far gone, so lost in a world of crazy pleasures, that she forgot about Jerry, forgot about death, forgot that death was possible, and saw only a man's cock. Ignoring the pain left from the jackboot, the pain that ripped through her body whenever she moved, she quickly crawled over to the cock and, without a word or a wasted motion, put it inside her mouth.
It tasted so good. She wanted it to taste good, expected it to taste good. She did not notice that it was already a little bit cold. Her lips and tongue went to work as was their want. Jill was good at oral sex. It was something she very much enjoyed. Her mouth traveled repeatedly and quickly over the length of Jerry's cock, and her hands followed, trying to stir it into life. She did this for a while before noticing that her efforts were failing totally to have any results.
The two Nazis looked down in wonder. Georg noticed how good she was, how fine her thick lips sucked, her beautiful thick Semitic lips, and he realized how good they would feel if they were sucking his cock, instead of that dead cock that would never feel anything again. He felt his own dick rise.
Hermann felt only disgust. Oral sex! Bah! A filthy habit, fit only for Jews and for dogs. Look at her! An animal. They're all animals, these Jews, these women.
It wouldn't get hard! Amazing! Jill was doing her best, and it wouldn't get hard! She looked up, looked around, saw Jerry's face, and then the truth hit her. It would never get hard again! Jill broke out into copious and unrestrained tears.
"Come on, let's go," said Hermann.
"Wait a minute," said Georg. He unzipped his pants. Hermann watched him with surprised contempt. Was this possible! Georg?
Georg approached the girl, his limp cock hanging obscenely out of his pants. He stood in front of her, his organ inches in front of her face. Again it was growing hard, and ever harder as he felt her breath against it.
"You want to suck cock, bitch? You like cock?" Georg growled out in a voice that was low, husky, and insistent. "Well, here's cock. Here's all the cock you want. Suck on this, bitch!"
He shook his cock inches in front of Jill's face. Jill looked at it with horror and then, as she realized who he was, with loathing. Nazi cock! Killer cock! The thought of taking it in her mouth was repulsive. She suddenly felt a queasy feeling in her stomach, as though she were about to throw up. She moved her head away from him. "Suck it!" Georg screamed, and his hand came down, brutally slapping her. "You heard me! Suck it!" By now his dick was hard and immense, standing in front of her like a pole, mere fractions of an inch from her face. One of his hands grabbed the back of Jills head and tried to force her to take it into her mouth.
She squeezed away. "Suck it!" he said. "You like to suck it. I saw you suck it." He grabbed her head and forced her brutally against him, shoving his cock ruthlessly between her lips. Despite themselves, her soft thick lips opened, and made an excellent pathway for his immense cock. He shoved it in as hard as he could, violating her mouth with his gigantic tool.
It was too much for Jill. She felt sick and gagged. All the come which she had swallowed that night began to come up, oozing out of her mouth all around his cock. Jill felt that she was going to choke, that she was going to die. But it felt great to Georg. All the fluids, soft and sticky and warm as they were, coming up made his cock feel even better as it was buried deeply in her throat, so he just banged away, shoving it in and out, fucking her brutally in her mouth.
Jill felt a curious tingling between her legs. It wasn't possible, but again it was happening. Sucking this man off was turning her on. The brutality of it all was turning her on. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and suddenly all pain all past, all emotion was forgotten, and all she felt was sexual bliss. She began to suck with real vigor. Squeezing his cock between her sensuous lips with as much force as she could muster. She tickled its tip with her quick moving tongue and, when he came, she eagerly swallowed all of his come.
Then Jill lay back with an expression of bliss on her face.
"Come on," said Hermann. "Throw something over her and let's get out of here."
CHAPTER THREE
When Jill opened her eyes she saw nothing but darkness. So she closed them again. With her eyes closed she actually saw more than with them open, because with eyes closed she at least saw whirling circles and spots, the results of the rough beating and torments she had received the night before.
Her head ached incredibly, and her whole body was pained, sore, and tortured. When she moved, she groaned with pain. She tried to sit up, and found that her head spun too much for even that simple tast to be possible. She collapsed back on her bed.
Bed was the wrong word for what she was laying on. As she lay there and experienced it, it seemed like cold stone. Certainly it was as hard as stone. Wood perhaps. She moved her leg a little. Yes, wood. Her leg picked up wooden splinters very easily from her so-called bed.
As Jill stared into the darkness she gradually discerned some faint light. As her eyes became used to the gloom, she found that she could see the hint of a door, from the little line of light that was just barely visible underneath it.
She wondered where she was and what would be done with her.
How long she lay there she knew not. Time has no meaning in such an environment, where the senses are totally deprived. It could have been hours or days. There was a pain in her stomach that must have been hunger. It grew unbearable but then she forgot about it. It became just another pain, one of many. Jill ceased to wonder where she was or what was going to happen. She just lay there senselessly.
Then the door opened and an amazing amount of light rushed into the room, more light, it seemed, then she she had ever seen before, more light than she knew existed. It blinded her even more than before, and far more painfully. Truly, it was as if a whip had just lashed its way across her eyes, destroying her sight forever.
She drew back in fright and pain and raised one arm over her eyes as an ineffectual shield.
Harsh laughter filled her prison. It seemed to bounce off all the walls and surround her as if it were a physical presence, some kind of animal. She could not tell who was laughing, or how many, or even if the laughter were produced by human beings. It sounded like laughter out of hell. It was laughter without humor, without mirth, just cold, hard, mocking laughter, the cruellest kind of laughter.
It made her prison seem worse, like a little bit of hell. Her skin crawled. Jill tried to disappear.
Hands grabbed her arms, and Jill found herself wrenched to her feet. It was too much for her. As soon as the hands let go, she fell to the ground.
Again they lifted her, and this time her eyes were more used to the light so she was able to make out who it was. One of the men she had never seen. He was a dour faced man in a Nazi uniform which was creased and slovenly. It looked far worse then she imagined a proud Nazi would dress. Immediately she typed him as an underling. A guard. A prison warder.
The other man was the handsome young blonde, the perfect Aryan, who had opened the door for her the first time she visited.
"Good evening, my dear," he said in a mocking tone. "Or is it morning? What is it Max? Morning or evening?"
"Afternoon, for all the difference it makes." His laughter sounded like sandpaper on metal, or like a rasp.
"You look poorly, my dear. Are you hungry." Jill tried to speak, but her throat was too dry.
Her tired legs quivered beneath her.
"Yes, you must be. Eat this."
He dropped his pants. Cock, she thought, more cock. But he turned around. The guard forced her down onto the ground, onto her knees. The cold floor was painful, but she felt a warm feeling begin to glow between her legs. God, she thought, what kind of animal am I becoming? Is sucking to be my sole reason for existence? But her thoughts were extinguished by the sight of the young man's cock.
Suddenly he turned around and she no longer saw his cock. She wanted to see it, but it was gone. She saw instead, his ass. He edged it closer to her face. Jill could smell it, smell the unmistakable odor of shit. It revolted her. No, she thought, cock I'm ready for, cock I want. But she had never even sucked or eaten Jerry's ass! Jerry! It was the f irt time she had thought of the name in-how long? Hours or days or longer?
She struggled away. The guard held her tighter, and there was a certain exultation in his voice when he cried, "She struggles! She's a fighter! We know how to deal with fighters!"
He slapped her, and Jill fell to the ground. Her cunt still ached, and the unbearably warm sensations which that tender part of her anatomy was sending throughout her whole body brought on immediate tears. They coursed down her face and shook her whole body in convulsions of grief and emotion.
The guard pulled her up. The ass still hovered inches from her. Jill burst into renewed weeping.
The hand slapped her again, and she lay collapsed on the floor.
Jill looked up and saw the young man above her, pulling up his pants and hooking them shut. But he did not tighten his belly. He took it off.
"So, my dear, you are recalcitrant. Well, we know what to do about that. Make her ready, while I get my arm in shape."
The guard lifted Jill into the air. Her naked tits bounced this way and that as he carried her across the room to an object which, in the dark, she had never noticed before. It was a curious structure designed for some as yet unknown purpose-unknown to her.
It consisted of two wooden bars, one low down near the ground, the other suspended about four feet in the air, attached with a complicated series of ropes and pulleys, which reached up to the ceiling.
First he looped a little rope underneath her belly and attached it somewhat like a belt. When the guard let go of Jill she was grateful for this, because when she slumped forward the rope kept her from hitting the ground. He then spread her arms apart-far apart-and tied them down to the higher bar. He tied them very tightly, uncomfortably. Her legs he spread equally apart and tied to the bottom bar. She was left hanging there awkwardly, painfully.
Then the guard started cranking the pulleys, and what had been merely grotesque and painful suddenly became grotesquely painful, as Jill felt her body pulled this way and that way, tighter and tighter. The rope around her belly pulled tighter, and started rising in the air, carrying that part of her torso with it. It cut deeply into the skin of her belly and chafed it tortuously, even causing blood to flow. The bar to which her hands were attached sank more and more to the ground, carrying the fore part of her body along with it, while the bar to which her feet were tied moved back, so that Jill felt herself stretched and ready, she thought, to be skewered.
Her ass was now the highest part of her anatomy, sticking out most invitingly in the air.
"Very good. Very good indeed," said Hans, the young man with the belt. His blonde hair bobbed in front of his eyes, as he swept it back gallantly. With a practiced wrist he sent the belt flying. It hit the wall at the precise spot at which it was aimed, and sent paint and plaster flying.
Jill shuddered. She could not see the belt, but she heard it. It whistled and produced a high pitched shrill sound that chilled her. Oh my God, she thought, what is going to happen to me now?
The belt whistled through the air and Jill felt its hot length snap viciously against the distended and tender cheeks of her buttocks. Sweat immediately burst out in hot globules upon her face. Again the belt cracked forward and again she felt that same excruciating pain. Her whole body shuddered and tried to tear itself loose from its cruel imprisonment, but all Jill accomplished by moving was to make the knots tighter and more painful.
For a third time the belt lashed across her backside. The welts were now red and wide and pouring blood profusely out. Tears coursed down Jill's face and fell onto the cold ground, and sobs wracked her tortured frame.
"Stop," she moaned, "Please stop... " But her moans could not even be heard over the stinging slap of the belt as it flew repeatedly through the air, raining down blow after brutal blow on the buttocks of the young girl.
Hans got a good deal of pleasure out of this exercise. He felt his muscles tingle throughout his whole body with the effort of flogging the girl's buttocks. The guard just watched coldly, his face a mask giving no clue to his real feelings.
For some moments Jill hung there without moving. She no longer felt the belt against her buttocks and no longer heard its high pitched whine as it traveled through the air. But it took her some seconds to realize this, as the pain still coursed unabated through her ass cheeks, and from them, through her nerves, to the pain centers throughout her whole body.
Jill tried to turn around and see what was happening, but her neck ached and she could not. The position into which she was tied permitted her no free movements whatsoever.
As she waited Jill felt that curious warm sensation begin to grow in her cunt. It seemed to come from deep inside of her, someplace that she had never been aware of. Her cunt seemed to itch, to need treatment, to need something. Jill forgot about how much the pain hurt, and she was only aware of how excited it made her feel.
Suddenly there was a splash, and something hot and wet spread all over her buttocks. The heat was painful enough, but it was followed by a pain that was far worse, a pain that was stinging her furiously, digging its way into the grooves left by the belt marks, into the deep and bloody grooves, filling them with renewed and even more bitter pain.
Salt water! Hot salt water! The pain was almost unbearable. Jill twisted all around, trying to free herself even though she knew that was impossible. She had no choice. The indescribable pain forced her to move, to try to escape it.
Hans stood back and smiled lewdly at his handiwork. "Ja!" he said. "That's much better. That will make the wounds heal much more quickly! Much more quickly! We want you looking good, my dear. We want you to be presentable. We have a special guest for you to entertain!"
Renewed peels of harsh laughter followed. Then Jill heard the door slam shut with a harsh bang and she was left again in darkness.
Still the warmth spread through her genitals and coursed gradually through her body. Jill felt a passion grow in her that she had never felt before, a forbidden lust. Her cunt itched almost unbearably. She forgot all about the pain that was still stinging her buttocks and thought only of the feeling in her cunt.
She wanted to reach up with her hands, fondle herself, touch herself. She wanted there to be something inside of her. But she could not move, and there was no one there.
Alone in the dark, Jill suffered as she never had before. She could see nothing and could hear nothing and could not move, her body tied into an awkward and painful position, while feelings of unsatisfied lust raced through her body. For how many hours she was like this, Jill knew not. Perhaps she passed out. Perhaps she dreamed.
The door opened. "Here she is," she heard a voice say, whose voice she did not know. It was a unfamiliar voice, and that disappointed her. She was hoping it would be Hans again. His blonde hair, his Teutonic good looks, his cruel military bearing had excited her. Jill had hours to think about him, and about the belt which had tormented her buttocks. And, curiously, her desire for him had grown until it filled all of her consciousness.
This new voice was strange and unfamiliar, and it was followed by other voices.
"Delightful. Most extraordinary!" This was an old man's voice, soft yet full of power. He must have been a commander of some sort, an old soldier, no doubt, one who was used to giving orders, and was used to having his orders obeyed. All this Jill could tell from his voice, and from the way the voices of the others deferred to him.
"Ja, Mein Herr," said a third voice, a small thin voice that was obviously that of a flunky, but a cruel flunky. This voice had a bite to it, a high pitched whine that was evidence of cruelty and sadism. The voice itself was unpleasant to listen to, sadistic in itself. Listening to it for very long would be a form of torture, Jill considered.
"Shall I take her down?" asked the first voice.
Oh please, please, Jill thought, please take me down. All of her limbs ached and her sockets seemed sore, as though they were about to be torn apart. But Jill did not want to voice her thoughts aloud, for fear of what the punishment would be.
"No," the commander said. "I want to examine her first, just as she is now. Oh, what a lovely sight! What a delectable morsel! Sweet flesh... " Jill felt pressure on her buttocks, and winced involuntarily. His hand was stroking her there, stroking the marks left by the belt, the red bloody marks that had been filled in with the salt. His hand felt creased and old, and his fingers were long, long and experienced. As they traced deeply into the wounds, almost like surgeons fingers, but with the surgeon's attempt to cure. These fingers seemed to want to reopen the wounds, to make them hurt once more.
She felt a sudden sharp slap on her buttocks and heard the sound bounce around the room like a soccer ball. He had slapped her loudly and hard and the slap brought much pain. Jill was unable to keep from crying out!
"Ahhh!"
"So my girl has a voice!" The commandant said. "A sweet voice too." He walked around her. Looking down, as she was, onto the floor, all she could see was his boots. They were of black leather and were shined to an exquisite polish.
"Let me see your face," the old man's voice said, not without a trace of obviously feigned kindness.
He bent down and cupped Jill's chin in his hand. The fingers, though long and delicate, were wrinkled. She knew immediately that she was dealing with a man of culture and distinction, possibly even of nobility, but of incredible cruelty as well, cruelty that could be almost inhuman.
His fingers gripped her chin hard, very tightly, and wrenched it upwards, pulling her whole head up. This brought tremendous pain shooting through her chin, face, neck, and shoulders. None of these muscles had moved in hours, and now they were forced to contort unnaturally. It was torture.
Jill found herself staring into the face of an old Nazi. Immediately she knew that this man was nothing like General Koenig, an American, with but slight connections, and those mainly emotional and ideological, with the old Germany of Nazism and the Third Reich. This man, she instinctively realized, had been there. He was an original. She could tell from his hard steely grey eyes that seemed to saw right through her with their gaze, which was as tough and direct as laser beams.
"Ja," he growled, and his voice struck her like a whip. "Ja, I think she will do."
He let her face drop, and stepped back.
"Release her!" he ordered.
Hands went to work, quickly. Jill could not see them, but the bonds were suddenly loosened, and she quickly found herself lying in an uncomfortable heap on the cold floor. Her skin was crawling with goosebumps as the cold from the floor percolated upwards, into her. Jill could not move. Her limbs and muscles were too stiff, too tight. They felt dead. She looked at her wrists and then at her ankles. The tight knots had left deep cuts that had dried and caked in heavy scabs. These scabs had broken when she was untied, so the blood now dripped onto the clod floor.
Jill shivered. She was too exhausted to move. She saw jackboots in front of her eyes, moving all around her as the men examined her prostrate form.
Then rough hands grabbed her and wrenched her around. The pain was excruciating as she felt her stiff limbs thrust apart and aside. Jill was thrown onto her back, and her legs and her arms were spread apart. She found herself staring straight up at the ceiling. Suddenly a light on the ceiling was turned on. She had never seen it before. It was a naked light bulb that descended at the end of a cord from the ceiling, and it swayed with the momentum from the pull that had turned it on, and its bright light blinded her and made it impossible to look up. Jill turned her head to the side.
"Don't squirm,".ordered one of the flunkies. "Don't squirm, bitch," he repeated, and with his command he kicked her in the side. She scarcely felt his boot. It was a light kick and, besides, Jill was feeling too much other pain. Her head was throb-bing dully.
"Ja, that's good," the Commandant commented. "Now I can see her. A fine specimen. She will be excellent for our experiments. Most excellent. Has the Doctor seen this one yet?"
"No not yet. The doctor's not here. He is... "
"Where?"
"At the... "
"Have no fear of speaking in front of the woman."
"At the training camp."
"Good. Then we will bring her there, later. But now, she is injured. Bring her upstairs. See that she is treated. She is really too lovely to be left in a pig sty like this. Really, this is wrong."
Jill lifted her head from the floor as much as she could, and watched as the Commandants' boots carried him out of the small cell. She felt a sudden sharp thrill in her cunt. Maybe it was his military bearing that had done this to her, made her excited. Why was her body acting like this? Why was it responding sexually to this bizarre and sadistic behaviour? All the men she had known had always treated her gently and with love and consideration. Jerry! The thought burned suddenly through her mind and set off a spasm of tears. They rocked her body and almost seemed to burst it apart. Jill was suddenly full of hatred and indignation. She hated all these Nazis. She wanted to escape. More, she wanted to kill them all. Maybe she could-if not all, then at least some of them, tear them apart with her nails and with her hands, hammer them into senselessness.
Jill jumped to her feet. She was suddenly full of more energy and physical force than she would have expected. Seconds ago she doubted whether she would ever be able to stand again, and now she sud- denly felt crazed and powerful, more powerful then she had ever felt, and capable of monstrous acts of physical courage and fortitude.
The two guards stepped back in amazement, and Jill's hot and tear-filled eyes drilled past them. She felt herself fill of some of the same spirit that she had detected in the Commandant. She saw these two sad Nazis, flunkies both, typical Nazis, she thought, capable of obeying orders like animals, capable of nothing else, good for nothing else, mindless machines of terror and death. Oh, why had she been curious about the Nazis? What had she wanted know about their psychology, about the make-up of their minds? Now she knew it all and what good did it do her? It just made her one of them, a madwoman capable only of hate and of handing out pain and death.
They were sad, weak mean and they retreated from her in amazement. Jill leaped at them. She opened her mouth wide and emitted a blood curdling cry as her claws ripped the face of the man closest to her.
"Damn," he cried, as the blood flowed down his face, "What a devil!"
She leaped on the other man, and slapped him hard. His face turned with the blow, and he reached out to grab her wrists, but Jill was too quick for him. Her fury had given her new-round strength. She slapped him again, and the force of her blow drew blood, and made his face red and stinging with the burn.
The first man got behind her and tried to pin her arms to her side, but she struggled like a tigress and managed to claw his face again. Her long nails ripped the skin below his eye, and through his nose. The blood poured down his face and bits of skin hung loosely, ready to fall off. Blood ran into his eye and made him hold her even tighter. This gave the other man time and the opportunity to step in. He reached out with a heavy fist and rammed it as hard as he could into Jill's pretty face.
That, finally, stopped her. She cried out in pain as she felt her skin bruised and her bones bashed. Her whole head seemed to ring, as though something inside of it, something vital and delicate, had been smashed and destroyed forever.
He punched her again, not because he had to but because he wanted to. There was something very satisfying in punishing this girl, this girl who had attacked them like a demoness, like a bride of the devil.
As she remained pinioned in the Nazi's arms, crying and in pain, that same tension flared up between her legs, that same unbearable sexual passion.
This time she could not fight it. She did not want to fight it. For hours she had been alone with no one there, alone to contend with the fiery desire of her cunt, unable even to provoke her own satisfaction by masturbation. And now suddenly she was in the rough hands of a man.
His hands held her tightly, squeezing her against him. One of his hands was pressed brutally against her naked breasts, and the other was wrapped around the lower part of her body, only inches above her pud, above her clit. Jill felt her nipples stiffen, and the man's fingers suddenly clutched them. Jill felt the juices churn around inside of her cunt, the juices of lust, the oils of ecstasy. She moved against him, hoping to excite him with her body. More than anything Jill was hoping for cock. She wanted a hard stiff cock shoved up inside her, and she wanted it now, as quickly as possible, as hard as possible, like a weapon, a sword. Big and stiff and filling her to exploding, smashing her apart.
His hands tightened on one of her tits and squeezed it very hard. It hurt. He was squeezing it so hard that it was painful, his fingers tightening around her sensitive nipple, twisting it, almost twisting it off.
"She likes it," the man observed to his companion.
"Come on," the other one said coldly. "He told us to bring her upstairs."
"Look at this! She likes it! Do you like? You do, don't you? do you want me to squeeze it harder?"
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "I want to feel your hard prick inside of me, fucking me and driving me wild."
"Come on," said the other one, but without much hope that his companion would listen.
"We'll get her upstairs; let's give her a little workout first." His fingers continued to twist her nipples, working on both of them now. There was no longer any need to force her to remain against him. Her cunt, all hot and lustful, was doing all that was necessary to persuade Jill to stay in that location. This freed both of the young Nazi's hands to fondle and torment the girls nipples. They were stiff and hard and they responded instantly to the rough treatment from his fingers.
"Why don't you join in, Fritz?" he urged of his companion. "See what you can put inside of her."
"Cock," Jill said, oblivious to anything else in the world. But cock was not what Fritz reached for. Jill shuddered when she saw him removing a long object from a rack against the wall. It seemed like a kind of a weapon, some medieval device for beating criminals perhaps. It had a long handle that was smooth and about as thick around as a baseball bat, and at one end it mushroomed out into a ball, and the ball was spiked.
Jill screamed. "No! No!" she cried. "Please! Not that! Please! Anything but that!"
But her screams were no use. It was clear that these men had their own intentions, and knew exactly what they were going to do with her poor, ravaged body. Her entreaties were totally useless. They just fanned the men on, urged them on in their resolve.
Jill tried to fight her way free of the young Nazi who was holding her, but he just squeezed her nipples so hard that she was sure they were going to fall off. He twisted them round and round and round as if they were dials on some machine, and the more he twisted them the more Jill screamed.
But she was still turned on. Even as Jill screamed in mortal terror, she felt the sex juices flowing in her cunt, lubricating the passageway, flowing lasciviously down her legs. It was obvious to them all that she was incredibly worked up, and that she was prepared momentarily to rip into one immense orgasm. Her body was shuddering and shaking, and she was no longer trying to escape. She was just twisting and spinning in an orgy of fear and lust.
Fritz grasped the tool firmly in his hand and approached the wailing girl. He aimed the handle at her, the part that was more like a baseball bat. The Nazi who was holding .her, one arm now wrapped around her neck, the other over her tits and grabbing part of her upper waist, jabbed a knee between her legs, making her spread them wide. Her red gaping cunt, so wet and full of juices, the clitoris prominently displayed, made an easy target.
Fritz jammed the tool right in. With a gasp, Jill felt the hard piece of metal rip into her cunt. Her cunt opened easily to take it in, but it was so big, and so hard, and so rough, that it hurt with excruciating pain, and she screamed with terror. She thought that it was going to tear her apart.
It was an old tool, hundreds of years old if not older, from some forgotten civilization of lustful perverts, and it was full of chips, rough spots, and slivers. Shards and bits of metal were rubbed off the tool and stuck into her cunt, burning and causing the delicate inner walls to bleed.
Jill felt all of her moist inner parts being torn and ripped and she cried.
Fritz worked it in and out and watched as Jill began to respond. She began to move her hips in unison with the motion of the tool, as pleasure mingled with pain and spread throughout her body. Jill closed her eyes and just felt the sensations.
Then the tool was removed. Jill gasped. Her cunt was suddenly empty. The young Nazi pulled down his zipper. Jill heard the sound and opened her eyes just in time to see him remove his enormous cock from his pants. It was already stiff, and its purple tip glistened. He stood up close to her, so close that his prick seemed almost as big as the tool. And it looked much more inviting than the spiked end of the weapon-ever so much more inviting.
He grasped it in his hand and held it out to her. Jill bent down and took the large member excitedly into her mouth. It tasted great, hot and moist, so firm and long that it filled up all of her mouth. She began to suck on it greedily, surrounding it with all of her mouth. Her lips played around the head of the cock, and squeezed it. As Jill worked on it, she could feel the cock grow even bigger and harder, until it seemed as if it wanted to explode out of her mouth, and rip her whole head apart.
But it was so good, so good to get a cock, finally after so much time without. How much time it was she didn't know, but with all the excitement it could have been forever.
The Nazi enjoyed the workout she was giving him, but he said nothing. No sound of pleasure escaped his slightly parted lips. To him this was part of his military duty. An enjoyable part, it was true, but nothing to trifle with, nothing to lose his dignity over. Discipline remains necessary at all times.
Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his cock, then she swallowed it, then she let it out of her mouth again and tongued it repeatedly, her little pink tongue flickering out and washing the tip and the sides of his cock. Then Jill started sucking on it seriously and with passion. She was suddenly determined to feel this man come in her mouth.
As she sucked on him the fire in her loins grew hotter, and wave after wave of lust convulsed her, almost causing her to fall over onto the floor. But the power and attraction of the Nazi's dick kept her up and kept her sucking. Her cunt glowed with passion and unconsumed desire. She knew that she had to have a real prick, a real he-man's prick inside of her soon, or she would surely die.
Her mouth worked quicker and quicker, as she drove herself up and down on his cock, sucking and licking and working her tongue all along the monstrous length of the young soldier's shaft. Her hand caressed his balls while she sucked him off, squeezing and playing with them as roughly as she felt she could, without actually hurting him. She knew this was a rough customer, and he would like it that way.
She loved the taste of his cock. It had a peculiar richness, an odor which she had never yet encountered. It was very manly, a kind of animal musk, and it was driving her wild. She licked him as much as she could, trying to get everything that was part of this man inside her throat and inside her body.
Suddenly his cock began to jump around even more than before and it seemed to stiffen in one final jolt that Jill knew meant that he was about to shoot a heavy load of hot sperm deep inside her mouth. She sucked even harder, twirling her tongue all around the most sensitive parts of his cock, wanting it to be good for him. His sperm shot out in a hot mass, like a rocket shooting into her mouth. It almost knocked her over onto the floor, but Jill bravely hung on, swallowing glob after glob of the heavy discharge of male essence, getting it all over her thick lips and her cheeks, as the come shot out past her, landing on her face, on her chin, her chest, her heavy pendulous breasts. Still she kept sucking and swallowing, going after as much of it as she could get. Jill felt the hot fluid slide down her throat and fill up her belly. She felt all warm and wonderful inside.
Her cunt erupted as soon as the come began filling her up. It felt as if there was actually a huge dick inside of her as well as in her mouth. The orgasm ripped through Jill like some kind of army on the march, conquering all in its path. Chills ran up from her cunt until they were throughout her whole body. Her body quivered and shook and her head spun madly.
Still she kept sucking, as the last bit of sperm flew out of the soldier's cock. She kept milking it out, sucking his cock lovingly, feeling the fire within her and feeling the cock within her mouth.
She sat back down, satisfied.
"Changed your mind, huh, Fritz?" the young soldier chided his companion. Jill looked up and saw that Fritz had dropped his pants, though he still wore his military shirt, and still wore his boots. His dick was in his hand and it was hard and stiff. He was bringing it her way.
"Here, let's do this right," said the young soldier.
He grabbed Jill roughly by her shoulders and started dragging her across the room. Jill tried to stand up to go with him, she would have done whatever he asked, but he was pulling her too quickly and too roughly. She slipped and he dragged her back to the ropes.
"Oh no," she moaned, "please don't tie me up. I'll do whatever you want, only please don't tie me up."
He said nothing, but merely pulled down some of the ropes.
"Please. I was tied for so long. I'll do anything you want."
"Yes, but what I want is to tie you up." He was already knotting one of the ropes about her ankle. The second ankle followed, and while Jill lay on the floor moaning softly and piteously, trying vainly to arouse his pity, the young Nazi soldier went to the pulleys.
His companion was standing on the other side of the room, slowly jerking his own cock while he watched this scene attentively. It excited him greatly to see the young girl's delicate, sexy ankles bound with the coarse and bloody rope.
The pulley creaked into action, but did its job well. The ropes were pulled higher into the air, and then Jill felt them pulling on her legs. The Nazi cranked more and more, and Jill felt her feet lifted off the cold floor. She realized that she was going to be suspended upside down, for how long she knew not, and pleaded again for mercy.
"Don't do this. Please. I'll do anything else you want. Suck you off, both of you. Fuck you. You can fuck me in the ass! Oh I'll make it good, I'll make it good for you, but no! No! No!"
Her screams grew louder as she felt her legs lifted higher and higher in the air. Soon just her shoulders were on the cold ground, then just her head. She hung suspended from the ceiling, and only her long black hair trailed on the dirty floor.
"That's better," said the soldier. "You can do what you want with her now, Fritz." The young soldier sat down on the hard slab of stone that had served Jill as something of a bad. He started smoking a cigarette calmly, taking long deep puffs as he watched Fritz go into action.
Fritz" approached the suspended girl, still in his boots and shirt, fondling his dick. His dick was some inches higher from where Jill's mouth was.
She saw him approach and her eyes fixed on his dick. Her position was tortuously uncomfortable. The ropes cut deeply into her flesh, and her weight pulling down on them caused the blood to flow. She was already sore all over, so this just made her feel worse. Hanging upside down made her dizzy, and she found herself slowly spinning first this way and then that, moved by every slight motion that she made. Yet through all of this pain, she still felt the incessant call of her genitals. She still needed a dick inside of her and she needed it soon. She needed it even more now than before. The rope had in some way made her even more sexually excited.
And now she saw a dick coming towards her. But she did not want to admit how much she wanted it. For if she did, that would justify these dirty Nazis, and would make them feel that they controlled her both body and mind. And that she didn't want. But she didn't know what she wanted more-the last vestige of her human dignity, or the hard cock that was now staring her in the face.
"Suck it," his harsh voice commanded. His voice was dead and emotionless, even more than the voice of the young soldier. This man seemed ashamed, as though he were thinking that it was terrible that he, a proud soldier of the new Reich, should have to come to this, this Jewish girl, to be relieved of his sexual tension. His voice proclaimed that he thought there was something unnatural and disgusting about that. Nothing else that he did, Jill knew, not killing people nor cutting off their genitals, disgusted him as much as having to take advantage of a Jewish girl to get his sexual kicks. So his voice was dead and his manner cruel. Jill knew that she could only expect harsh treatment from this man, and she shuddered.
But she knew that she had to obey him, especially him. He could easily kill her, or worse. Jill tried to reach upwards with her mouth to swallow his cock, but she couldn't. Her head hung but inches above the floor and he was a tall man, six feet tall at least. It was hard to tell hanging upside down.
She tried. She twisted her neck and craned upwards, but it was no good. Even when Fritz let go of his dick with his hands, it was still too high above her. Jill wanted to suck the dick. The sex feeling was upon her. Her cunt was on fire, and a dick in the mouth was, at the moment, the next best thing to a dick in the cunt. But there was nothing she could do. She was helpless.
The younger soldier just laughed and took a drag on his cigarette. "She's not trying," he said. "Here, I'll put some life into the bitch. Let's see if this makes her move."
Fritz stood aside as the younger man came over. Jill's eyes were attracted by the huge bulge in his pants. How she would have liked to have that dick inside of her. His cigarette swung through the air as he walked over, producing an arc of hot colored light. A sudden fear gripped her.
"So. You won't do as you are instructed? You deserve instant punishment." With that, the Nazi held the lighted end of the cigarette above her cunt.
Oh dear God no, she thought. No not that. Anything but that. She had a vision of her cunt being burnt to cinders, of if being charred away and rendered useless for the rest of her life. She saw her cunt dissolving in fire and ash and imagined the awesome indescribable pain that would ensue. That pain would kill her, immediately kill her, Jill thought. It was as if she were actually feeling the pain, her imagination was so acute and colorful.
The cigarette was less than an inch from her labis. Her labia were open, open with lust and full of the squishy juices of passion. Her clitoris was exposed to the air, exposed to all to see, exposed to the lighted end of that horrible cigarette. Jill almost fainted from the thought of the pain that would soon attack her clitoris, that most sensitive spot on a woman's body. She wished she would faint. She wished she would die. As she hung there, Jill tried to die. She tried to wish herself dead, to kill herself by sheer willpower.
But it wouldn't work. She opened her eyes and saw the man's boots. So inhumanly clean and polished. Polished as only the devil would polish a pair of boots. Looking into them Jill saw her own face, and her eyes stared back with absolute terror.
Heat scalded her skin and she shrieked. The pain was intense, unbearable. Jill shrieked, and her whole body jerked up in the air, as though her body were one nerve, and that nerve had just been touched by an electrode. Yet the realization hit her that it was not her cunt that was burned. It was the skin of her inner thigh, a sensitive enough area of flesh, but nothing like the clitoris. Thank God for that, she thought.
Again the cigarette descended and again she felt the searing of her flesh. She smelled the burning meat as well, and knew that again it was not her cunt.
With this realization Jill felt a great deal of relief. Teasing, they're just teasing me. Her cunt burned, but not with fire. With lust.
Suddenly she felt a tearing, and she tensed up Is this it? Jill thought. Something was happening to her cunt. Then she relaxed, and a wave of ecstasy washed over her. She knew that feeling? It was a prick jamming its way into her cunt. At last! A real prick.
Fritz shoved it in as hard as he could, he fucked her as if he were a maniac, as if he were a machine designed for fucking. Fritz was delighted that she was so wet inside her cunt. All of her love juices flowed out around his cock. It provided a smooth, slippery ride and it felt great. He buried his dick into the hilt, and felt it touch bottom. He felt the walls of Jill's cunt contract around his immense shaft, and felt her muscles move in little spasms against his cock.
It was enough for Jill. Everything had excited her. She was at a fevered pitch, Fritz just moved his cock around inside of her a few times, and then she started to come.
Jill shouted with pleasure. "Ah, Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Ram it all the way! Yes! Yes! Oh Yes!"
Her body humped and heaved. It was the best fuck ever she thought. Better than with any man she had ever known. This mindless heartless fuck was providing the ultimate in pleasure. Jill wouldn't have believed it before, but now she had to admit that it was true. The cruel treatment turned her on more than anything else in the world. It was the greatest pleasure, the finest thing she had ever known. The orgasm passed and Jill hung limply. Her huge breasts moved back and forth slowly with the remains of her sexual passion. They were still red with lust, their nipples hanging down. Fritz's prick was still shoved all the way into her cunt. His hands were on the round, whipped cheeks of her ass. His fingers ran along the welt marks, still red and sore. The feelings which they ignited on these marks speeded into Jill's brain and aroused her from her post-orgasmic lethargy. She felt the excitement growing even more within her body, as pain and pleasure mingled in an incredible stew of emotions and feelings.
Her face looked out at Fritz's ankles, hairy and rather thin, but her whole mind was on his cock. What an excellent fit it made in her cunt, Jill considered. Really, she further thought, this angle for fucking, as unusual as it certainly was, was also quite felicitous. Her cunt was ready for anything in this position. Hanging like this, Jill felt like she could take on the biggest cock in the world.
The biggest cock in the world. What a thought! That's what Jill wanted right now. Cock, cock, and more cock. God, but she was excited. Isn't this obscene, she thought, that I could be this excited. But I never felt so good, so sexy, so turned-on and wild. These men really know how to fuck, brutally and with nothing held back.
This cock wasn't the biggest cock in the world, Jill considered, as it moved around inside of her cunt, but it will do for now. Mmmm! It feels so good!"
Fritz moved it around, feeling her cunt as it churned around beneath his thrusts. "You're a wild girl. You really like this don't you?"
"Oh yes. I liked the fucking, but not the beating."
"But they always come together. That's the way it is."
"Yes, I suppose you're right, but Oh! Oh! That feels so so good!" Another orgasm seemed to seize her young body at that moment. Her eyes suddenly stared dead ahead and then started to shake. The shake communicated itself rapidly throughout her whole body. Her neck shaked, then her shoulders, two round patches of pink moving in the light of the bare bulb in the ceiling of the badly painted jail cell, then her heavy tits shook, like two crazy melons; her belly shook around like a fat snake, a soft snake shake like a crazy machine, as it clutched and played with the distended dick of the dazed Nazi. Her legs wobbled and danced as well as any legs could do that were hung upside down like dead meat.
Fritz felt the sperm rise in his own prick and knew, with an absolute certainty, that he was about to shoot all of it into this girl's wild and woolly and wet cunt, right where it belonged.
Out it came in hot spurts, one more violent than the other, shooting like wet sticky rockets, like sudden explosions, into the heart of Jill's cunt.
Jill felt these buckets of sperm drench her insides and shouted with grateful pleasure.
"Oh thank you! Thank you! Oh my God! Oh! Thank you... " and in a quieter voice she added, "Thank you for everything."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jill sat uncomfortably on a hard wooden chair and looked across the room at a desk, and behind that desk as a middle aged man in a military uniform wearing horn-rimmed glasses. This man was studying a sheaf of papers, very important papers evidently, that lay in a heap on the desk in front of him. Finally he looked up.
"This is not good," was all he said. An expression of sick pain crossed his face, and sweat broke out in little balls on his forehead. One hand reached into his pants pocket, removed a soiled handkerchief, and wiped the sweat off. Some of it dripped unnoticed down the sides of his face. "Not good at all," he added.
Jill shifted uncomfortably, The clothes they had given her to wear were very uncomfortable. They were made of some kind of itchy flannel, and as they were given to her without any underwear whatsoever-"Underwear? Ha! Ha!" the guard had responded when Jill mentioned it-they were very uncomfortable when rubbing against her still sore wounds, the lashes and the bruises and the welts. Besides, it was quite warm in the room, and the dress was obviously designed for winter wear.
A cracking sound, as of bottles slowly smashing, smashing in slow motion, rose from somewhere behind the man at the desk, followed within seconds by a greasy smell, as of old tires burning at a dump. "Damn!" he said. "Oh, my indigestion."
Jill felt sick as the smell reached her, but she did not wrinkle up her nose or make an unpleasant face. The man across the desk from her she knew to be the doctor, and from the way the rest of her captors referred to him, she figured him to be a very cruel man indeed. Jill wanted to do nothing to offend him, but it was hard. Very hard. He had been farting now continually for twenty or twenty-five minutes, and though it was a hot day, all the windows were closed, so the room had filled up with the smell of his gaseous wastes.
The Doctor looked at Jill with a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically.
"But it's my digestive tract. Nothing else comes out, you see. Nothing but gas." He sat back further in his chair, and put away a sheaf of paper. Taking on a professional air, like a doctor in a TV commercial for some brand of aspirin, or a laxative, he said, "Most of man's illnesses are directly traceable to his digestive tract. This is a known medical fact, but most doctors do not let on to it. If they did-where would they be?"
Jill shifted her ass around on the seat. The welts which she had sustained on her buttocks made it very difficult to remain seated without great pain.
"Are you in pain, young lady? From the report that I read about you, I know that you have been punished. Very bad. You deserved the punishment. But I am a doctor, a man of science, and it is my job to make people feel better. So come on, let's see what we can do for you. Follow me."
Jill was glad to stand up and follow the doctor as he led into the next room. It appeared to be an examination room, but in many ways it was as unlike an examining room as any other room she had ever seen. There was the typical examining table, covered with the customary white, sanitized paper, and with braces for the patient's feet; but why did these braces come equipped with locks? There was the typical doctors' cabinet, with its complement of medicines, syringes, and tongue depressors; but why the whips?
"Alright," he said. "Now let me examine those wounds. You can take off your dress-there." He indicated a screen behind which Jill was to strip. She was surprised at these amenities. They gave her a chill. What was this crazy guy up to? He let go another fart.
Jill stood behind the screen and eagerly pulled off the dress. It felt great to be out of it. She examined her naked body. The knotted cords had left raw marks on her wrists and ankles, and her backside, which she could not see but could only feel with her long and delicate fingers, was a mass of welts and bruises, still highly painful to the touch, or painful even to think about. There were burn marks on her inner thighs. These marks were really only slight, first degree burns she judged them to be. Though they had burned with awful pain when the burns were applied, really, she now considered, the cigarette must have barely touched her. With a shiver she imagined what the burns would have been like if he had really gone to work on her with that cigarette. If, for instance, he had stuck it's glowing end all the way into her moist cunt and had held it there, in the center of the squirming sexual wetness, until her juices had put it out! What a horrible thought! But such thoughts kept revolving through Jill's head and she could do nothing to dispell them.
The thoughts excited her. She felt her cunt growing warmer and warmer, and felt the moisture begin to gather, the lust oils that always accom-pained her sexual imaginings. Jill was almost shocked. She couldn't believe how often this was happening lately, how otherwise gross and disgusting things, sadistic acts, pain, things that would have appalled her only days before, now got her excited. Why? It was a mystery to her.
But Jill couldn't deny the sexual longing that was now arching through her body. How ashamed it made her feel! Especially now that she had to go out and face that horrible doctor! What a foul old man! He was fat; rolls of fat heaved out over his belt and settled down on top of his thighs. She could not imagine, did not want to imagine, what he would look like without his shirt. What color would his fat belly be? A dead kind of grey? A pale, bloated pink?
The thought made her shudder, but her cunt was even wetter and was getting more so every second. And now she had to go out and face that horrible man, be examined by him in this state of obvious sexual excitation. How humiliating! He might think that she was sexually excited because of him! How disgusting, how foul!
Meanwhile, she heard a steady stream of farts coming to her nose from the other side of the partition. Evil smelling things, like sulphurous gas from a primeval swamp. She almost dropped to the floor from the smell. Her body quivered with fear, revulsion, and loathing.
"Are you ready?" he called to her. Jill had no choice but to step out and face him.
Her naked body stood sadly in the middle of the room, and the fat Nazi doctor inspected her with his beady, roving eyes. From the glint that could be seen deep in his piggish orbs, it was obvious that this was no objective medical examination which he was embarked on, but something far more personal, far more foul. He rubbed his fat hands together.
"Yes," he said, gloating, "yes. Turn around so I can inspect your wounds."
Slowly, reluctantly, as if she wanted to keep him in her sight for fear of what he would otherwise do, Jill turned around. All she could look at now was the window. It was too high off the ground for her to see anything but dull grey polluted sky, no trees, no birds; and the bars in the window.
"These are serious wounds," he said softly, his words just barely discernible through his heavy breathing, which came oozing out of his body in much the same way as his farts came oozing out of his backside. "Very serious. They will need immediate treatment."
She felt his hands on her buttocks, and she tensed up immediately. This was a mistake, for in tensing up she let go a fart. It was a small, childlike womanly fart, nothing like the gross monsters which the Doctor had been throwing out incessantly for what must have been hours. Still, it was effective because it came out right in the Doctor's face He stood up and looked her in the eyes. "Most peculiar," he said. Jill was frightened. What would he do to her? His face slowly turned red, as though his anger was a natural process much like the tides or the migration of geese; and his two stubby fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically.
"So," he said, "You play a game!"
Jill whimpered. His hand raised into the air, swung out, then swung back, knocking into her cheek. It stung with sudden fury. He was not a particularly strong man, but he was big and fat, and this gave his punch real weight. Her face shuddered in the dank air of the room and her head ached.
"There is a toilet over there," he said, pointing to a green door in the corner. "Go make use of it before we continue this... examination."
Jill was glad to get away so lightly, glad also to be given an opportunity to be alone.
As she sat over the toilet, her mind wandered far from the Doctor and his horrible fat body. She thought instead of the young blonde soldier, Hans she had heard him called. He had a straight back and a thin, firm, belly, wide shoulders, and cruel eyes. The thought of him excited her wildly, and almost without knowing it her fingers strayed down to her bush, and to her clitoris. She fondled herself slowly and gently at first, while her mind's eye continued to see the young Hans. She imagined him marching, alone, down a huge parade field, carrying an immense and evil gun over his shoulder, his legs flying out one after the other in a high goose step, his shoulders straight, his eyes straight ahead.
Her fingers worked faster now as the excitement within her mounted. The juices poured out around her fingers. Then she felt the orgasm hit her and her whole body exploded with pleasure. Waves seemed to overtake her, and then there was a sudden splash. In her excitement, Jill had dropped a long shit into the toilet.
At this moment the door opened and the Doctor glared down at her.
"What's this?" he demanded cruelly, and with apparent surprise. "What are you doing?"
Her fingers were still buried in her cunt, and their was a glazed look of pleasure and lust on her features. Jill did not know what to say. A feeling of shame swept over her, and a hot flush spread across her face.
"Nothing. Nothing I... "
"Nothing? You bitch!"
The Doctor's two grubby hands reached for her shoulders. They squeezed them roughly and pulled the poor girl right off the seat.
Jill found herself dragged back into the examining room, while shit still stuck to her asshole and come still dripped from her cunt. She was still not satisfied. A raging inferno still burnt down deep inside of her. New lusts raced through her brain. But she was scared. What would this madman do to her? Oh, why wasn't Hans here now? Maybe if she yelled, he would come. Hans would race in and save her.
"Help!" she cried. "Help me! Help! Help! Oh please, please help!" Her cry echoed throughout the small room, bouncing off the walls and filling up her ears until she could hear nothing else and think nothing else. Jill was totally lost in fantasy, screaming without method or reason.
One of the Doctor's heavy fists again smacked out and caught Jill in the chin. The pain jarred her whole head and made it feel loose. The blow immediately shut her up, and the silence that ensued was deafening. The outer door opened and two guards stuck their heads in.
"Doctor!" they saluted. "Is there any problem?"
"No," the Doctor replied, coldly, training his evil eye upon the terrified girl. "No problem. Nothing I can't handle on my own. You may go." They saluted and left.
"So! You cause trouble. We'll see about this." Jill lay on the floor, weeping softly. The Doctor farted.
"I was going to examine you and make you well. It is of crucial importance that you be well. There is a guest-a very important official-who is coming to visit us, and you must be able to entertain him. You must be in the best of condition. But you must be obedient! That is even more important. That is of the utmost importance, for without obedience the rest is useless. There can be no pleasure without obedience. I must teach you obedience."
Another fart stank up the room as the doctor paced about nervously. He came to an abrupt halt. "Yes!" he cried. Then he bent down low over the girl. His face was but inches from hers, and Jill watched him with real fear in her eyes.
"So you are excited, you're sexually turned-on? That is the expression you young people use, is it not?"
"Yes." If it was obedience he wanted, Jill decided, then it would be obedience that he would get. Absolute unquestioned obedience. That was the best way to deal with these people, she decided.
"Good," he said. "Then maybe you can help me with a problem. My digestion: it needs some help. It won't come out."
Jill felt sick. What did he have in mind. The doctor removed his belt. The sight of the belt sent a fright wave through her. But he put it down on the table. He removed his boots, and followed them with his pants. Jill's eyes traveled unwillingly over the lower half of the doctor's gross body.
His legs were pudgy and his fat belly swelled out like a separate animal. His testicles were immense and hung down from him like a bag of garbage. His organ was huge, much bigger than she had imagined. It was full of big veins and looked quite frightening, like a monster in some pornographic movie.
"Pretty, am I not?" the doctor queried with a harsh, evil laugh. "But I am prettier over here."
He quickly turned around and Jill was forced to gaze directly at his ass, which hung in the air but a few feet from her face. One slow fart oozed from it as Jill watched, and she could almost see it. It looked like smoke drifting off a dying fire. Its rich odor, as of dying pine needles and tar, seemed to enter Jill's nostrils like a heavy physical presence and to literally force its way into the back reaches of her head, filling up her skull, and then percolating down into her belly.
Jill almost fainted. The doctor spun around and looked at her, to gauge the effect of his exhibition. "It increases your appetite, does it not?" he asked. "Well, it had better, because it's all you're going to eat until you learn to be obedient. God, I feel sick," he suddenly said, as he sat down heavily. "I've been eating too much junk. My system is clogged with incredible poisons and must be cleaned out immediately. Ah! I have it."
He got up and walked across the room, went to a cabinet and removed a strange looking vial. "This substance," he said, "is marvelous! Cleans the system right out!" He raised it to his fat, puckered lips and began to drink as though it were oasis water and he a lost Legionnaire in the Sahara Desert.
"Have some," he said. "Itfs good for all." Jill, of course, obeyed, drinking it down. Then the taste hit her, and she almost wretched. It tasted like puke. But she kept herself from spitting it out for fear of displeasing the doctor.
"Ah! Now I feel better. A little better." He suddenly leaned over the examining table, resting his arms and his chest against its surface. His ass stuck out in the air. As the doctor spread his legs he ordered Jill, "Come on. Lick my ass. Clean it out."
Another slow fart accompanied this order. Jill tried to crawl up into a little ball, hoping that he would forget she was there. But it didn't work.
"Come along," he said. "Right now."
Jill crawled on the floor towards the doctor. She knew that she would be unable to stand up. Her legs were shaking too much with terror and revulsion.
The big ass cheeks were like the ass of the devil. The skin on the ass was smooth, not quite like the cheeks of a newborn infant, but smooth nonetheless; but his ass seemed incredibly old and evil, like a cave to hell. She brought her nose up close. Just then another fart came flying out, and the wind that it erupted almost sent her back onto the floor. It was like a volcano at perpetual war.
Jill's pink tongue licked the crack between his cheeks right above the asshole. There was sweat embedded in all of his pores and it tasted salty and dirty, as though he hadn't washed in days. Yet the more she licked, the better it tasted, like some aged piece of meat, roast beef, or pastrami perhaps.
Jill continued to lick, while one tiny fart after another dribbled out. As her tongue worked up and down she forgot about the terrible smell. It no longer seemed like garbage, but like something sweet. It was still a highly organic smell, but now smelled less like decay and more like cheese, some rare, tasty cheese.
Jill's tongue descended to the actual asshole. Little bits of shit littered the outer lips of this orifice, but she hardly noticed them as her efficient and quick tongue went to work, licking and rubbing and consuming. Her wet tongue dissolved the dried shit and whisked it right away. Her nose rubbed his ass and she worked away very vigorously, forgetting where she was or what she was really doing, and just getting into the taste and smell and feel of it Her hands surrounded the man's thighs and reached around to his dick. She felt it distended and huge, and as she stroked it Jill felt it grow big and start to grow hard. Her tongue worked in and out of his asshole now, sucking and doing it up right. Her hands caressed his big dick and cupped his balls, feeling their heavy weight feeling each ball round and distinct in its sac.
The warmth was pulsating within her cunt and Jill felt herself incredibly excited. Her mouth worked around his asshole with real passion, suck- ing and licking for all she was worth. The warmth of his asshole and the smell, so sweet and so alive, like some fine stew, spread throughout her bloodstream and was thus carried throughout her whole body, to the extremity of every limb, of each finger and toe, from the top of her head to the flats of her feet. She was a part of his asshole, a part of him. She felt like she was tied right in with the primal life, with the primal life giving tide pools.
One last fart erupted louder and more violently than the rest, also with a wetter, more pregnant sound, and immediately following it a big hunk of shit came flying out of the doctor's asshole.
"Unnnhhhh!" he screamed. "Unnhhh!" It was the first shit that had come from his body in days, and it felt just great. What a relief it was to pass the old matter through his digestive system. The doctor immediately felt like a new man, like two new man, like a man twenty years younger than he really was.
The shit hit Jill in the face, a wet mound of the brown stuff. It slid into her eye, past her nose, and down her cheek. An orgasm hit her almost simultaneously, erupting up in her vitals in much the same way as the shit erupted from the doctor's asshole. As the spasms shook her, causing her to throw her head backwards in the air and to shout and shout and shout with passion and lust, her shouts flying to the ceiling, the doctor let out with another shit, and another. They were flying out of him now like his farts before, one after another. They all landed in a heap on the girl, who didn't even notice.
Her eyes were closed tightly, and then opened wide and stared wildly as the sexual convulsions tore her up. She felt great. She was lost in a new world of strange pleasures.
She collapsed in a heap on the floor, covered in shit. The doctor went and sat down, mopping his sweating brow with a handkerchief and admiring his handiwork.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Let's get this examination on the road," the doctor said. "We have important business for you later, so you have to be in fine shape. Hold her, boys."
The doctor spoke to the soldiers casually; that was his prerogative as a man of science. But he was also an officer and they soldiers, so they obeyed him with alacrity and with military precision. One soldier grabbed her shoulders and held them pressed tightly against the table and the other spread her legs.
"That's good. Very good."
He attached chains to her ankles and locked her feet into the foot rest on the table.
"Good. You can let go of her feet now." The soldier let go and stood back. Jill twisted her feet and tried to close them. Having her legs stretched out so widely as this was embarrassing, especially when her cunt was as wet as it was now and so obviously excited. Her clitoris stood out for all the greedy eyes of the men to see. But it did no good. The lock did the trick. She was unable to move.
The doctor walked around to the head of the table and there attached her wrists to chains and locked them in place. The other soldier, freed from the necessity of holding her, stood back and looked on with interest. Jill was now spread-eagled on the table.
"You can go now," said the doctor. The two soldiers disappeared.
The doctor approached her cunt. "Let's check out the most vital part of your anatomy first. This is the part that our guest will be most interested in." He inserted a finger into her cunt.
Despite her fear and shame, Jill could not help but respond to the feeling of a man's finger moving around inside her cunt. The doctor moved it around slowly, feeling the walls of her cunt, and then taking it out to examine her clitoris. He rubbed it gently and watched it move beneath his caresses. Jill moaned lightly.
"Yes, here everything seems alright. The responses seem alright. But I think that it will be necessary for me to test the neural connections."
The doctor disappeared and Jill was left with an aching cunt. She was unable to move her legs or her arms and was thus unable to reach her cunt, to touch it and rub the clitoris, which was aching to be touched. But she could shake her ass. That would not produce the desired effect, Jill considered, but would be better than nothing. So she began jerking her ass off the table, revolving her pelvis just as she would under a man's caress. Strangely, this simple movement proved very satisfying. God, she thought, what kind of a nymphomaniac am I becoming? These have been strange days, she thought, and I guess anything can happen. But I'm sure getting turned on, just by swaying my pelvis, just by moving as I would in fucking. God. I'm getting off!
She started swaying her behind more and more. It felt good just having her ass off the table, good not having the welts pressing against the hard, cold table.
Her pelvis jerked and humped in the cool air in the room, and just by moving it Jill started to imagine that she was fucking a real man, fucking that sexy young Nazi with the straight blonde hair who had been so much on her mind, almost inside of her mind, recently. He was on her, jamming his hard dick deeper and deeper into her cunt. Yes! Yes!
"You're really something," the doctor said as he walked back into the room. "Truly an astounding woman. One for the books."
The doctor's words brought Jill down immediate- ly, cruelly, making her feel very humiliated, as though she had been caught in an act that was highly shameful. Immediately the fantasy of fucking the young Nazi was gone, replaced by the harsh reality of the fat, gross old doctor.
"In a way," the doctor continued. "I'm sorry that I have to prepare you to entertain our guest. Much as I respect and admire our guest, and much as I wish him to have a good time. You, certainly, will give him a good time; that much I am quite sure of. A girl of your... lusts! Truly incredible! But if I didn't have to let you go for the entertainment, I would be able to study you, and your sexual drives. It would be an invaluable aid to science. Truly it would."
He was mocking her. Jill felt terrible. All the passion drained out of her, replaced by hard cold hatred. Oh, why had she gotten involved with all of this? What in her past life was she being punished for? Try as she might, Jill could think of nothing she had ever done that would have lined her up for this sort of torture, this capture by ravenous fiends. How she wished she could kill them all. Chop off their dicks! Chew them off!
"I'll check your reactions." The doctor held an instrument that looked something like a cattle prod. Seeing it produced chills that ran up and down Jill's spine. He plugged it into the wall.
"Here. Put this between your teeth." Jill tried to struggle away from him, but the chains held her tightly. "Take it. It will be for your own good. Also for mine. I can't stand screams. I'm too old." He slipped the rubber disc into her mouth. Jill wanted to spit it out just out of spite, but before she could the doctor touched the end of the instrument to her shoulder. Jill bit down on the rubber as hard as she could and tears began to race out of her eyes. Her whole body went stiff, her arms jutting out like the arms of a mummy, her legs like dead trees. She felt like she was being electrocuted. All sensation left her. She did not lose consciousness. It was simply a sensual overload. Her body could feel no more, so all of her senses short circuited for an instant. She could not hear, could not see. For some short moments, Jill was in limbo.
"Very good. Reaction time excellent." Jill slowly came to life. Some spittle dripped out of the side of her mouth.
Again the instrument touched her, this time on her nipple. The nipple seemed to burn and fly right off. There must have been a adjustment made in the dials, because this time the pain did not spread throughout her whole body, but just ran from the nipple through the tit. But the pain was in no way less, merely more localized. Yet in her breast there was as much pain as there was, seconds before, throughout her whole body. It felt as though some monstrous dog with electrical lips had just seized her tit and was gnawing it off, his big bloody teeth ripping and tearing into the soft, glandular flesh, into the sensitive sexy spots, the sensitive nipple, the sweet heavy breast.
"Hmmm!" said the doctor.
This time he attacked the other breast. The same pain repeated itself. This time the rubber slipped out of Jill's mouth and she screamed and screamed. A slap silenced her and bloodied the corner of her mouth.
"God! How I hate yelling."
The instrument was placed on her navel, right in her tiny, delicate belly button, that same ticklish spot of her body that her old boyfriend-his memory made her cry-that Jerry so loved to kiss, tenderly, at the start and at the end of all of their lovemaking sessions.
The instrument of torture did its job well, leaving no mark to sully her body and thereby destroy the pleasure of the honored guest who was shortly to use this body for his own pleasure, but producing feelings of pain beyond anything that man had ever known.
When it touched her navel her whole body seemed to curl up around it, like a piece of paper that was suddenly hit by a match and that, in burning, curled up in black ash around the burning center of the fire. Jill passed out.
Cold water woke her up. "The tests are not done," the Doctor said. "And we need your cooperation. These tests you should like a little more."
"Please," she said. "Don't do anything more to me. I'll do anything to please your guest. You know that I can please him. Why must you continue to torture me? Your tests leave no marks on my body, but my soul!"
"Your soul? I've never seen it!"
"Please no more. I can't take any more"
"This won't hurt. This is to test the ability of your cunt to take on a large, large object. Our guest, you see, is a big man. This is, perhaps, the most important test."
The Doctor approached the table and in his hand he was holding what looked like a policeman's nightstick. It was about two inches around and three feet long. It was marked off in inches and fraction of inches. All in all, it was a frightening looking tool and Jill's skin crawled when she saw it. My God, she thought, if he tries to ram that thing all the way � into me it will come out of the other side.
But at the same time the sight of the immense tool produced a warm little kick deep inside her cunt. It made her think of a huge dick, a dick that size. That, she knew, she could wake into her cunt, with pleasure, even if she had to let it burst out of her cunt and fill up her whole body. "Alright now, get ready." The Doctor slipped his hand into her cunt first, feeling around to see if she were wet enough. Deciding in the affirmative, the Doctor then grasped the pole in both hands, positioned it at the opening of Jill's cunt, looked Heavenward for inspiration, and then began to shove it in. He shoved it in slowly at first, really concentrating on what he was doing, gritting his teeth and staring at her cunt with intense interest. The stick slipped in easily and quickly filled up the first few inches of Jill's cunt. Jill gasped with a mixture of pleasur and fear.
The fear seemed to increase her pleasure, for her face quickly lit up with a look of undeniable lust and enjoyment as the stick continued its journey up her sweet and sopping cunt.
Jill gasped with a mixture of pleasure and fear. The fear seemed to increase her pleasure, for her face quickly lit up with a look of undeniable lust and enjoyment as the stick continued its journey up her sweet and sopping cunt.
The Doctor revolved it round and round as he shoved it in. Her cunt opened more and more to receive the immense monstrous image of a dick. Now it was in a good six inches, and the Doctor stopped shoving for a while, and just revolved it round and round, watching the reactions cross her face and letting her enjoy it. He made mental notes.
Jill closed her eyes tightly and the thought of Hans came to her. It filled her mind so much that she really thought that it was his dick, and not some cold thing made out of wood, that was inside of her. She moaned low and swayed her hips, slowly at first and then faster and faster. She was trying to get it farther into her cunt. She wants more of it, more and more.
So the Doctor shoved more of it in, and as soon as Jill felt this, an orgasm seized her and shook her up as though she were a pebble inside of a rattle. Waves of lust ripped through her and she shouted. The shouts did not bother the Doctor so much. Screams he hated because they were high pitched and shrill. Shouts he could take because they were throaty and deep. Her hair flew all over and her big breasts bob- bed up and down like buoys floating in the middle of the ocean. Her nipples stood straight up and pointed to the ceiling like two arrows.
Her cunt seemed to be demanding more and more of the pole, so the Doctor seized it with both hands and started pushing. It went in deeper... and deeper... and deeper. The Doctor paused and looked down. He was surprised to see that more than a foot of the pole was now buried in the girl's cunt, and she still heaved and shook with pleasure and seemed to want more.
Orgasm after orgasm raced through Jill, starting invariably in her cunt and going from there to her breasts, which they lit up with a red flush like the lights on the back of a pinball machine, then up to her face and straight to her vocal chords, which sent out lustful shout after lustful shout, then quickly all the way down to her toes, which straightened out and then curled up and then straightened out, like some machine that was going crazy.
The pole hit bottom and the Doctor kept shoving away. He too was becoming lost in his emotions, which seemed to be tied directly to Jill's crazed series of orgasms. Her orgasms never stopped. The Doctor felt his sweat pouring off of him as though he were a rain cloud, and his body shook as if he had the palsy. He kept shoving.
Her pleasure suddenly turned to sharp, intense pain as the pole began to rip her apart. Blood mingled with her lust juices, which were so wet already, like an ocean. But the pain combined with the pleasure as easily as the blood combined with the come, and Jill kept rocking and shouting and screaming and crying, feeling torture but feeling also the ecstasy of true sexual release.
The Doctor stopped shoving the pole into the cunt of the tied girl. The tension and exertion was too much for him. As yet another wave of orgasm washed over the body of the young girl, the old Doctor reeled back. Everything was spinning in front of his eyes. He could no longer see the other side of the room clearly. He could no longer see anything clearly. His breath was coming hard, very hard, too hard, much too hard. The blood was pounding in his ears. It seemed to be pouring out of bis ears. There was a tremendous pain in his back, as though he were just shot; then a pain in his side.
The Doctor screamed, but he could not hear himself screaming. He lurched forward like a beaker of poison falling off a shelf. He reached out with one fat arm to steady himself. But all of a sudden his arm would no longer respond. He tried to step forward, to use his leg as a support, to balance himself and stay on his feet. But his leg would not respond. As if he were in slow motion, the Doctor saw himself falling. Then he saw nothing. He hit the floor and lay there quite still.
Jill rotated her cunt around the stick slowly now, aware of nothing in the room but of her own passion, and greatly disappointed that there was no longer any pressure on the wooden dick that was buried so deeply in her cunt.
Oh, if only her hands were free so that she could move it around. Then she would be happy.
CHAPTER SIX
"Yes, you're looking pretty now. Much better than when they first brought you in here. The beasts! What did those men ever do to you? Oh, they're beasts. Men are all beasts."
Jill could only shake her head in slow, complete agreement. This woman was being kind to her, but Jill wondered about her motives. She was a Nazi too, and that was not good. Jill knew that she could expect no real help.
Since she had seen the doctor, much had hap- pened. The doctor had been carried away, taken to a hospital, but nothing could be done for him. His attack had been too severe, the strain had been too great. Fortunately, General Koenig had not blamed Jill for the doctor's death. Either he was kind or, more likely, he needed her to entertain the honored guest.
Some hours after that harrowing and exhausting experience in the doctor's office, Jill found herself blindfolded, taken outside-how good it was to feel the fresh air, the wind, the sunshine-and put into what she imagined to be a panel truck. The truck traveled for some three or four hours. For the first part of the trip Jill could hear a lot of traffic whizzing by, but after a while the sounds grew fewer and fewer. Jill knew that it was not late at night because the blindfold permitted light to seep against her eyes. That left only one possible supposition, that they were driving her north, to the part of Michigan that is sparsely settled and still largely wooded. Their reason, however, remained a mystery.
"If our guest likes you, things will go very well for you. Yes, things will improve. You will find that life here can be very rewarding." Jill looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a long dress that reached to the ground and that covered her arms. She suspected that this was hide the bruises on her wrists and ankles. Of course they would be visible once her clothing was removed, but Jill figured that they wanted her to produce a fine first impression.
"The main thing to remember," the woman con- tinued, "is to obey, do whatever you are told to do, do it quickly, and do it willingly. And don't make any suggestions of your own. Don't be demanding in any way."
The woman was a matronly, stocky Nordic woman of about sixty years, a very motherly type, the type you would expect to see running a small, family style restaurant.
Jill looked out the window. The trees looked beautiful and were a little hint of freedom. But the bars were heavy, and were in every window she had seen yet.
"Don't think of escaping," the woman said. "Whether there are bars or not, escape is completely impossible. This compound covers-well, several hundred acres. It is well policed. This is where our army is located. It is a large army, much larger than anyone outside of it would ever imagine. Well trained, well disciplined. It is, in fact, the finest military force in the United States. It is not, of course, the best equipped; but as for spirit, and the will to fight, it is unsurpassed. And that is more important. Weapons are of no use if they are not properly used, and used with decision. There. You look beautiful."
The woman left Jill alone. Jill sat still for some moments, thinking about one thing only; escape.
She knew that it would be more difficult, here in the woods, than if she were still back in Detroit, but it was not impossible. It could not be impossible. For if it were, then life would be unbearable, would not be worth living. Jill could not face life as a permanent sex object for the entertainment of Nazis. She shuddered at the thought.
Another girl walked into the room and gazed over at Jill. Jill at first showed no interest in her, but just continued to look out the window, lost in her own fantasies of escape, of running through fields and jumping over fences. But then Jill realized that this other woman was wearing a long dress also, and this told her something.
Jill looked at her. The other girl appeared nervous. She was somewhat older then Jill-five years older, perhaps-and not as attractive. Still, she had a pretty face, with blue eyes that seemed trusting, a mouth that looked like it would produce a becoming smile, high cheekbones. She was short, but her breasts were large and well formed, and her legs were shapely. She sat down on a soft chair across the room from Jill.
Jill wanted to speak to her, but didn't know what to say. She might have been a captive, but she might also be a Nazi sent there to trap her. Jill gazed out the window.
After some moments the woman got up and came closer to Jill, sliding into the chair which the older Nazi woman had vacated. She said in a husky whisper, "I know what you're thinking about. I see it in your eyes. If s what I've been thinking about, it's all I've been thinking about, for months."
Jill looked at her hard, to see if she was lying.
"Escape."
She's lying, Jill thought. She's trying to trap me. They're all trying to trap me. I'm here alone, and I better get used to it.
"Oh I know you don't believe me. You think I'm one of them. You think this is all a complicated trick, and why not? That's what they want you to think." The woman broke out into sobs, and the sobs seemed real. Jill softened a little in her feelings towards her, but she still maintained a reserve, a necessary reserve.
The woman continued. "I wouldn't say anything to you, except... except that after all the long months of being here, I think that I've finally found a way to escape, and it has to be done tonight!"
There was a sound outside, and the woman immediately stopped talking. It was somebody walking, past the door. His footsteps went down the wall, and when they were no longer audible the woman remained silent. She remained silent for so long that Jill was about to speak, but then the woman started talking again.
"Tonight is a very special night. Tonight the leaders of the party are coming here, to this army camp. That's what you are doing here. It is what I am doing too. You are very beautiful. You are going to entertain the leader himself, I'll wager."
"What's he like?" Jill couldn't help but ask.
"Don't ask. He's horrible. So I'm told. I'm not good enough for him-. One of his servants, one of his flunkeys, someone like that will have me for his pleasure tonight. Do you believe me? Do you believe that I'm sincere!"
"I... I think so." Jill really did, and her eyes showed it. This cheered the other woman up.
"Yes, yes," she smiled. "I can see that you do. Oh, that's very good. The others don't. They trust no one. That's why they will be here forever. No not forever. Until they die." Her eyes suddenly filled with tears and she looked like she was about to break down. But she controlled herself. The effort was visible in her muscles and deep within her eyes. "I've seen so many die since I've been here. So many young girls, killed for no reason, tortured to death for their foolish pleasure!" This time the tears came, rolling down her cheeks. Jill put an arm around her.
"But the worst, the worst is not death. It's what they do to your mind! They destroy your humanity, they destroy your faith in humanity. They make you think that all people are like them. That's why the other girls won't trust me. They won't trust anyone. They think everyone is evil, as evil as the Nazis. It takes a special effort of will to preserve any of one's humanity in this filthy stink hole."
"I believe you. I believe you. You said we can escape! How? Tonight? When?"
"Listen to me closely. Tonight is the big night. The leaders will be here, and there will be a parade. Oh these Nazis love a parade! But tonight will be the biggest of them all! They will all be outside. There will be guards, of course, but fewer than usual-and I know where they will be! Yes I do! I do! You must believe me! I'm willing to stake my life on it! Bah! My life! What's it worth, what's any life worth, in a place like this! It's not a life at all!"
"God I want to escape," said Jill with real feeling, feeling that was evident to the other woman. "I want to escape more than anything."
"Good! Then listen to me: tonight, when you are with the leader, you must do nothing to make him suspicious. You must play your part well. You must make him feel good. If he feels good, then the ceremony will be good, and if the ceremony is good, then everybody will be occupied. Then we will make our escape."
The woman stood up, walked to the door, looked out, then walked back. "Listen closely now and I will tell you the rest of the plan... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jill was lead down a corridor to a large banquet hall. The corridor was done up like a corridor in a castle, or an ancient manor house typical over the world. Heavy wooden beams crossed overhead, and coats of arms and swords decorated the walls. The windows were filled with multi-colored stained glass which permitted only small patches of glum light to penetrate, and create spooky pools on the floor.
Her long dress dragged along on the floor and her bare feet glided silently. About half way down the hall a uniformed storm trooper who was bald stepped out from the shadows and Jill and the two guards with her came to an abrupt halt. The soldiers saluted, and the storm trooper said, "I will take her now." The two guards turned and marched back down the hall.
The storm trooper looked her over and a sneer came upon his features. "Yes," he said. "You will do." He grabbed her and pushed her ahead brutally. "Go on!"
They came to a heavy oaken door. He virtually flung Jill up against it. She turned on him, her eyes blazing, real anger beginning to take hold of her. She remembered that Betsy, her new friend, had cautioned her to be very pliant and good natured, so she controlled herself. If all went well this would be the last torture she would have to endure from these horrid Nazis. Tonight she would gain her freedom.
The storm trooper knocked once on the door, sharply. "She is here, mein Fuehrer," he called through the heavy door. There was silence for an answer. The storm trooper stood at attention, and Jill just stood. Nothing could be heard from the other side of the door.
Then it suddenly opened. Its thickness must have kept all the sound inside. A man looked down at her, a very tall man. The storm trooper saluted with alacrity, but this was not the Fuehrer, only another guard. The storm trooper disappeared and Jill was left with the new guard. He grabbed her by the arm, tugged her into the room, and closed the door behind her. It closed with surprising finality.
The room was dark, but Jill could make out some light-quite dim, like candle light, at the other end of the room. It was towards this area that she found herself being pushed. The guard put his hands on her ass and shoved her forward.
Suddenly there was a blaze of light which blinded her, and she heard the guard's boots snap together as he stood to attention and jerked out his arm in the straight Nazi salute. Jill could not see the man to whom the "Seig Heil" was addressed, but knew it to be the new Fuehrer.
"Heil!" he answered, and his voice was like a well oiled machine, precise but not unattractive.
The light poured down from a immense crystal chandelier that was precisely over the Fuehrer's head and which had just been lighted. Jill fought hard to adjust her eyes to its harsh glare, blinking, and wiping away the tears which formed in them, because she wanted to make a good impression on the Fuehrer and to do everything that she could to please him. Jill was very nervous. She knew that if she did the wrong thing, if she offended him, it could mean her death.
Her nerves were taut; she could not take much more punishment. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her side. It was a nudge, a cruel but necessary nudge, from the guard, indicating something that he wanted her to do. Jill remembered the older woman's instructions, and bowed low. "God evening, mein Fuehrer," she said.
When she looked up her eyes could see, and the man she looked upon was the Fuehrer. He was six feet tall, straight and stark in his crisp, heavily ornamented uniform. Crests and baubles and stripes and pins hung all over it. His eyes were blue like the sea, complete with shining beds of pearl. They seemed to fly out of his face and hover in the space between them, and they smiled. His lips were thin, but his mouth was large. His teeth were white like snow. A healthy glow seemed to spread across his face even as she watched, but then when he closed his mouth, shut off his smile, the glow completely disappeared and his face looked cold, dead, cruel. He muttered something to the guard in German, Jill could not understand what; the guard saluted and walked away. Jill heard the big door open, and close.
She was alone with the Fuehrer. He smiled again and his face came to life; the color returned. He looked less ghastly that way, even handsome. Jill was pleased that he smiled throughout the meal. His hair was dark, and cut very short.
An immense table stretched the length of the room and a meal already reposed upon it, huge metal platters covered to keep their contents warm, huge flagons of wine, wine casks by the walls.
The Fuehrer surveyed Jill with his eyes, gloating. He reached out with one hand and grabbed her left tit, squeezing it between his long fingers.
"Very fine," he said then, the introductions over, he led the way to the table and sat down.
The Fuehrer consumed his food slowly but methodically, eating everything with grim enjoyment. Jill was famished, but she ate lightly. She knew that she had to keep her wits about her, and as she did not know what sorts of weird sport this madman would make her submit to, Jill did not want there to be too much in her stomach.
He sipped his wine slowly but with constant frequency, refilling his tankard many times.
"Drink!" he said.
"Thank you, I've had enough," Jill put her hand over the top of her tankard. The wine which he poured splashed over her fingers, ran on top of her hand, and ran out onto the table. It lay in spots there, like blood.
"Then come here," he ordered. Jill stood up and came to him. The Fuehrer pushed his chair back from the table and spread his legs. Jill bent down in front of him, and then looked up expectantly. She thought she knew what he wanted her to do with him, but she wasn't sure. She didn't want to do anything wrong, anything that would upset him, anything that might jeopardize her escape plans. So she proceeded very slowly and carefully.
Jill unzipped his pants and reached inside for his dick. She found it quickly. It was warm to the touch and immediately started swelling as soon as her long, cool fingers, cool from the contact with the wine glass, began to fondle it. She pulled it out of his pants quickly, because she wanted to get it out and into the air before it grew too big to do so comfortably. She wanted to do nothing that was in any way uncomfortable for the Fuehrer. Jill felt like she was walking on eggs. The dick came out long and quickly got hard. It was a big monster, she thought, and its vein stood out proudly and prominently, staring her in the face and demanding something. As she stroked the huge member back and forth with her fair and practiced hands, Jill started getting turned on herself. The feeling started in her cunt, that same familiar feeling, and it quickly spread throughout her body until Jill felt like she was going to fall back in a dead faint unless she got some action and some real satisfaction from this cock real soon.
"Is this good," she asked, hoping to rouse the commander to some action, "am I rubbing you the right way?"
"That's very good," he answered matter of factly. "Quite good. You like your work, don't you?"
"Well, I do when it involves handling such a big, massive dick like this one! Oh, your dick really turns me on! You really turn me on. You're a real man, a real powerful man."
She rubbed his dick more and more, moving the foreskin back. She watched the tip glisten. She saw that it was eminently ready to plunge all the way into her wet cunt. How she ached for it!
"Would you like to screw me now?" Immediately Jill knew that she had said the wrong thing. She had been warned: do not make any demands. Do not make any requests that could be interpreted as being commands. "When I say so," he barked at her, but then he smiled. "Stand up."
Jill stood up. His dick stood up too. She could not take her eyes off it. She would have liked to suck it, to put her lips around the dick and give it a real work out.
"Walk around," he said. "I want to see how you move, see what kind of body you have."
Jill wondered if she should take her clothes off, but as he didn't mention it, she decided not to. She stroke around the room a few times, making like a fashion model. All the time she felt his eyes on her body, going all over her lines and curves, but paying particularly close attention to her ass and her legs. She stopped and stood still.
"Very good," he said, and his dick was jumping wildly. He suddenly stood up, walked to her, grabbed her dress by the front, just about underneath her collar, and gave it a sharp tug.
Jill almost fell over with the violence of the pull, but he pushed backwards on her chest. The dress ripped. It's material hung low over her body now, totally exposing one of her huge pendulous breasts, which heaved and shook under the violence of the exertion. The other breast was but partially exposed.
The look on the Fuehrer's face was like that on a man going into battle, and the thoughts which seemed to scurry across his brow were like military strategy. Again he grabbed her and again he ripped, this time with far more force and with more acuity, with more knowledge of just how much force and what direction of force was necessary to tear just this species of dress.
The long dress split in two right down the middle, as though this were a routine which the Fuehrer had practiced many times. His face glowed with success. The dress fell in a heap on the floor and Jill's naked body was revealed to his anxious glance. Instinctively, without knowing what she was doing, Jill's hands clutched her breasts. Foolish gesture: the breasts were far too big to be concealed by her two delicate hands! Stupid gesture: it fired the Fuehrer's wrath (though no doubt it was first the fury and strange madness of his eyes that impelled the gesture).
"What?" he shrieked, and Jill shuddered, as thoughts of dozens of guards coming rushing into the room ran through her mind, furious guards who would lash out at her with bull whips, sending her shivering onto the floor in bloody pain, "What? You dare to frustrate me? To thwart me? I am the Fuehrer!"
His anger was awesome. His face quivered, all of its muscles and bones bouncing around like a separate bowls of jello. His whole body shook, his hands moving spasmodically, clutching and un-clutching as though they would have been pleased to be choking the life out of this insignificant female creature who dared to thwart his male desires. He stomped down hard on the floor with his heavy booted foot.
"I will not have it!"
Jill noticed that his dick stood up now more than ever, bigger and harder and prouder than before, like a flagpole. She was scared to death. His dick looked like a weapon.
"Please," she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean____"
"You didn't mean! Hah!" He laughed a cruel laugh that had no humor in it, only mockery and menace.
His hand reached out strongly and swung through space, slapping Jill hard on the side of her cheek. She stood up under the blow and remained standing as a target. She wanted to do nothing to displease him any more than she had already done. Again he flung out his arm and slapped her on the other cheek. Red marks appeared on her cheeks where he had hit her and her whole face shook with the pain of his blows.
"Please," she moaned softly, "I'll do anything."
He hit her again and this time Jill fell to the ground moaning and weeping. She crawled to his feet. "I'm sorry," she cried. She began to lick his boots. The Fuehrer glared down at her, his fury temporarily abated.
"Ach," he said. "That is enough. Stop that. Get up."
She stood up.
"I will give you another chance. Come."
She followed him. Excitement coursed through her. The display of the man's power, as well as the display of his dick, was getting her aroused. She was ready for any kind of fucking she could get.
The Fuehrer sat himself down on a soft chair. It was an immense easy chair, almost as big as a sofa. "I'm tired," he said. "It's hard, hard being a leader, a general, an inspiration to all. Undress me."
Jill smiled. She removed his boots, and then bent over his crotch to loosen his belt.
"Yes," she said, "It must be a strain being of such importance to the movement. But you seem to stand up well. Your dick does too."
As she leaned over his body his dick stood up stiff and straight, as if turned on by the smell and nearness of all of her firm female flesh. As she loosened his belt and then started to slide his pants down his legs, her big tits grazed them, her nipples rubbing over him.
The Fuehrer pulled out an army knife from a shelf behind the chair. It was a beautiful knife of Swiss manufacture, sharp as the devil's tooth. He began to clean his fingernails with it.
The dick as it stared Jill in the face was almost too much for her to resist with her thick Jewish lips, so close and yet so far, because if she brought them into contact with the Fuehrer's dick, a contact towards which her lips so hungrily longed, she felt that the knife might plunge angrily into her flesh. So she resisted.
Her cunt was quite as moist as the inside of her mouth. Both of these orifices were dying to take that dick into them, but had to wait.
She unbuttoned the Fuehrer's shirt and started to remove it.
"Wait," he said. She waited. The Fuehrer finished cleaning his fingernails, held the knife in front of his eyes, and regarded Jill past it.
"Come here," he said. She approached. "Closer." Her face was now inches from the knife, which was between her face and his face.
"Beautiful knife, is it not."
"Yes it is."
"Efficient too. I am going to punish you with it." Jill's heart sank. The blade was so sharp, and the knife was so strong. She knew that it had killed, that it could kill, that it wanted to kill.
"No," she said, "Please don't. I've tried to be good. Lord knows I've... "
"Don't mention that name," the Fuehrer hissed, as the blade snaked out suddenly. Jill felt a sudden pain, like a hypodermic needle, and then she felt something warm and wet slipping down her cheek. Blood! He had cut her so quickly that he hadn't even seen, and so expertly that she had hardly felt it. But now the pain began, and worse, the fear.
"Yes," he said. "I was a surgeon during the War. During the Reich. You have heard about the Nazi surgeons? Yes, I thought you had. An expert breed."
Jill put her hand to her face and then looked at it: it was covered with blood. "Let me see it here," the Fuehrer said. She found herself extending her arm to him. He grabbed her hand between two of his, brought it up close to his face, savoring the aroma of the soft female flesh mingled with the blood, and then he put it into his mouth, sucking the blood greedily between his thin lips with much of the same pleasure he had derived earlier from the more traditional food.
Abruptly he discarded this dish. "Yes," he said. "You are healthy. I have found that blood is an accurate representation of the health of the body which contains. You can see why I want to know such things, before I sully my body, my Holy Body, with a sexual encounter. Both bodies must be clean!
That is most important.!"
His dick was waving in the breeze. Despite the pain, Jill was anxious to suck and fuck that dick. She looked down at it with hungry eyes. Because the blood had driven her wild, she suddenly fell down on his body and enclosed his tumescent organ between her hot, heavy, sexy lips and began to lick and tongue him and suck on it with passion.
The Fuehrer's come exploded in her mouth, shooting like a rocket, again and again and again, veritable buckets, it seemed, of the hot fluid cascading down her throat, almost scalding her with bursts of pleasure.
Immediately Jill felt the Fuehrer's sperm hit the back of her throat, she felt her own orgasm touched off. It flared up suddenly, with little advance warning, but it was as soul shaking an orgasmic experience as she had ever experienced. The magnetism of the man she was sucking was enough to assure that.
But the Fuehrer was not pleased. He grasped Jill by the shoulders and tried to push her away from him, to get his precious dick out of her greedy Jewish mouth. There was something of fear about his movements, as though he expected the Jewish girl to do something vile and disgusting, and wholly within her racial character, like biting his dick off and eating it.
The Fuehrer was strong and shoved hard, but Jill was a determined animal and she was so intent on sucking his dick, so wrapped up in the incredible pleasure and passion of her own orgasm, that she didn't even notice that he was trying to push her away. She was furious animal intent on getting pleasure from the Fuehrer's dick, and intent on giving pleasure too. In the force of her orgasm she was oblivious to everything else, and her orgasm had given her the strength of ten women.
Still, the Fuehrer was strong, and he shoved her from him. Her eyes looked up, wild and filled with lust, and then they met his eyes, cruel and angered almost beyond endurance. His eyes melted into hers, melted past hers, and petrified her with their heat.
"What, what's wrong?" she cried, then she remembered, remembered that she was supposed to do nothing until asked, until ordered, was supposed to do nothing on her own, was supposed to please the Fuehrer, was supposed above all to do nothing, absolutely nothing, to infuriate him.
"Bitch!" he shrieked. "How dare you do something disgusting, dirty, vile, corrupt-something like that to me?"
Jill was speechless, shocked. Hadn't he just shot his load of sperm in her mouth? How could he object to that? What more could he want?
"For this you will be punished... horribly punished!"
Jill cringed. She crawled away from him, on the floor, crawling like an animal. The Fuehrer stood above her, naked but majestic. Though he was no longer young, approaching middle age in fact, a life of constant military discipline had kept the fuehrer's body hard and strong like iron. He looked like a Nazi superman as he towered over Jill's prostrate form, his legs spread wild in a firm stance, his chest slowly expanding and contracting with every slow breath that he took, with every harsh word that he hurled out of her throat, each word born in his diaphragm.
"You bitch! You dirty disgusting bitch! Did you think, could you possibly believe that I would be flattered by your disgusting attentions... with your mouth? Your mouth on my dick?"
"I thought you would like it. I'm sorry."
"Like it? It's degrading. It's base. It's the most vile thing I have ever heard of, or seen, or felt! Ugh!"
The memory ripped through him like fire and it fired new anger within him. He reached for the first thing at hand-it was his knife.
"I feel soiled, unbearably soiled, forever soiled, I should cut it off!"
Jill screamed. How could he do that, why should he do it? She still wanted his cock stuck violently into her cunt, she still hoped that it would happen, but it would never happen if he cut if off!
"But I won't," he said. "You are the one who deserves punishment, not me. Come here, you filthy bitch, come here and accept the punishment which you so richly deserve."
Jill did not know what to do. She didn't want to disobey, didn't want to make him any angrier than he already was-if it was possible to be any angrier; but she was afraid of the knife. What might he do to her with it? What might he not? Jill imagined the way her body would look after being ripped to shreds with that knife. Not a pretty picture! And then she would never escape.
"Come here," he ordered in a cold deadly voice. The voice did not merely enter Jill's ears. It went straight to the action centers of her brain, got her up on her feet and walking in his direction without any volition on her part. Jill found herself getting closer and closer to the blade.
The Fuehrer held it against her throat. She could feel the sharp steel pressing against the vein in her neck.
"If I press in here," he said, "you will die, and that is much to easy. No," he continued, moving the knife down along the girl's fair skin, along her arm and along her side, "I will cut you elsewhere first."
With that, he pressed the blade into her. The blade cut into her breast and Jill winced. The pain shot through her and blood began to ooze from her mammary gland. It was a slight wound, but it made her knees weak. The Fuehrer smiled and his dick jumped in the air.
"Yes, that's better," he said. "That's a start of what you deserve for your animalistic conduct."
He brought the knife further down her body until it approached her genitals.
"Spread your legs," he said. It was an awkward position. "Spread your legs and lean back. Yes! Support yourself by placing your hands there, on that desk."
Jill was now leaning backwards with her hands on the desk, behind her, sticking her pussy out invitingly. Her pussy was dripping wet with come juices and was still aching with need. Every particle of skin and nerve within its boundaries was full of sensation, vibrating with lust.
The Fuehrer approached this center of his body with the bloody knife. "Yes, this is what I want. Don't move," he cautioned, "that will only make it worse. Remember, I was a surgeon. Yes!"
His dick was leaping around crazily, as though it had a life of its own.
"Oh Dear God, no," moaned Jill, too softly for the Fuehrer to hear. "Not my cunt! Not there! Oh please not there!"
But no one listened to her pleas. The blade hovered some inches away from her fleshy clitoris, that little button of feminine pleasure, and then slowly moved closer and closer, guided by the insane lusts and the steady but demonic hand of the Fuehrer. The blade poised a fraction of an inch from her clitoris, a spasm of fear mixed with sexual excitement suddenly shook Jill, and as her body jerked forward she felt her clitoris rub against the blade of the knife. She felt it, but it did not draw blood. The feel was exciting. Again she felt the blade against her clitoris, and this time it was enough.
With her eyes closed tightly Jill felt an orgasm start rippling through her body, swelling and moving like all the waves on the ocean, seizing control of her mind and her will and submerging them in one intense physical sensation. The sweat poured off her frame and her tits heaved spasmodically, the nipples hardening into round balls.
"So, you enjoy the knife!" There was exultation in the voice of the Fuehrer.
Jill looked at him, her eyes still clouded with the film of passion.
"It is you that excite me, Mein Fuehrer," she said in a smooth voice, calculating how best to please and placate him, but speaking the truth. "I know that I shouldn't speak out of turn, but I would like you to fuck me."
"I will-with this."
The knife traveled slowly past her clitoris and ran down along her labia, scraping the fluids along as it rubbed the tender outer lips of Jill's cunt. Her cunt trembled with lust as the knife made its way around its dangerous course.
"Don't cut me there, please don't. It's such a beautiful cunt. Wouldn't you want to fuck it instead. I see you dick, how big it is, how fine. Wouldn't you rather put your dick in my cunt, than that knife?"
The knife cut her. The eyes grew big in her face with sudden pain. The knife pressed into her cunt, slicing the labia. Blood spurted out and Jill cried out, "Oh, no, no!"
She trembled; she almost fell. But Jill remained obedient. She did not let go of the desk, she did not close her legs. Her cunt remained spread and open, and the knife remained hovering above her labia, ready to do more damage.
"Please, no more, no more."
"So delightful to see the blood pour out of a cunt that causes so much trouble. You cunts are an annoyance to a serious man, such an annoyance."
"I don't mean to be," she whimpered.
He cut her again. The blood poured out of the other side of her labia. Jill cried softly, the tears running down her face.
The Fuehrer slowly, carefully inserted the knife into her cunt, pushing it past the lips but not cutting her.
"Ah yes," he said, "here is where I can really do some work. Split it right open."
"No! Please! Please! Please!"
He jerked the knife. The pain was absolutely intense. Jill felt her insides being cut, the insides of her cunt, so tender, so aroused, so moist, so private. Blood now mixed with the lust oils that came gushing out of her twat.
"Ohhhh!" A mixture of pain and pleasure shook her again. The Fuehrer pulled the knife out as spasm after spasm of orgasmic lust shook Jill's body and her soul.
The Fuehrer's dick was huge and bloated with blood and lust and he desired to plunge it into her bloody cunt, which was finally prepared in the fashion that he liked. So while Jill quaked and quivered, totally lost in her own feelings, the Fuehrer grasped his dick in his hand, came up to her, aimed it, and slipped it into her cunt.
At first Jill did not realize what was happening. So much had happened to her already that a lot could happen without making much mark. But the Fuehrer's dick? No, that she could not help but notice, and so she did, suddenly stiffening up in the midst of her orgasm and feeling even more pleasure than before.
She felt more pain as well because the knife had ripped up part of the inside of her cunt, leaving it raw and frayed and when the Fuehrer's dick came into contact with this sore area it exacerbated the split skin and caused the pain to redouble. Jill cried out in pain and screeched with orgasmic pleasure, and thus the pain just became part of the pleasure and served to increase the pleasure.
As the long fleshy dick made its way deeply into her cunt Jill felt spasm of joy spread up to her brain and she wrapped her arms gleefully around the Fuehrer's muscular masculine body, holding on tight and rotating her pelvis hard against and around his dick.
"Ahhh!" she moaned. "Oh! Oh! oh yesss!"
Around and around her pelvis ground into him, trying to mild the most pleasure out of his penis that she could. The Fuehrer felt the exquisite and indescribably joy of fucking an incredible sopping wet, hot, bloody cunt, feeling it wrap around him with gratitude and relief. He pounded his dick into Jill repeatedly, as hard as he could, like fucking her with a gigantic cannon, feeling her cunt give way happily beneath his brutal onslaught, hearing her tiny cries of orgasmic pleasure echoe in his ears as she wrapped her arms around him and heaved and pushed and shoved and came and came and came.
The Fuehrer felt the sperm rise in his cock and felt it hover at the tip, ready at any moment to come spurting up and to fill this woman up. He reached around the girl's pulsating body with one of his hands and reached down to her asshole. He took one finger, felt for the asshole, the sweet tight asshole, and then plunged it hard as he could all the way in, violating the girl now from both ends.
"Oh my God!" Jill cried as she felt his long and strong finger slide in her asshole. "Uggghhh!" Her orgasm doubled as a second orgasm followed immediately.
The sperm shot out of the Fuehrer's dick in a hot storm that churned up the inside of the girl's cunt. It flowed in like a tidal wave and left them both shaken up and quiet, as people are quiet after a great storm has passed and left them alive but much wiser than before.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Escape, it's time to escape," Jill mumbled to herself, suddenly waking up and finding herself alone in the darkened room. She shook her head slowly to clear it. She had tried not to drink much or to eat much, but still her head was cloudy and she could not make it function properly. Too much sex, no doubt, too many orgasm, too much passion. That was the way these Nazis operated, Jill thought, Their method was to keep their women prisoners continually excited and embroiled with their own passions, to cut down independent thinking and independent action.
All of this her new and good friend Betsy had warned her about. Jill had listened, but then when it came time to act she had given in and lost her head in lustful debauchery. It was shameful, and what was worse, it might mean that now it was too late to escape. Jill wondered what time it was.
She swung herself up and felt around for a light switch. Her hands ran against the wall but she felt nothing. No way to tell the time. Then she remembered that she had no dress!
Nothing could be done about that. It was late, that was sure. Jill had to make her way downstairs to meet Betsy soon if she ever wanted to regain her freedom. If Betsy could be believed, there would be few guards. All she had to do was open the heavy wooden door and find the proper passageway downstairs. Betsy told her how to open the door; if only she could find it. If only it were not too late.
In the cold darkness Jill walked along the wall, feeling with her hands to find the door. Her skin crawled with gooseflesh, as the cold and as her fear got to her. She felt tapestry, she felt wainscoting. finally she felt the door. She pushed against it-locked. But if Betsy had spoken true it would be easy to open. The key would be-right where it was! In a secret panel two indentations to the left of the door. Perfect! She fit the key in the lock and it opened.
The corridor was dark. Betsy hadn't said it would be so dark. Jill proceeded slowly down its length, trying to remember how long it had been earlier in the day when she had come up the other way. There was a glow from one end, and Jill aimed herself that way. When she got closer to the glow she realized that it was a window. The window was high, but Jill clutched its sill with her hands and hoisted herself up so she could see outside.
There in courtyard she saw proof undeniable that Betsy indeed was not lying, not about the parade anyway, nor about the absence of guards, for it was clear that every Nazi in America, every Nazi Jill would have sworn in the world, had to have been in that courtyard.
It glowed with light, and all the light came from torches, each of which was clutched by a fervent supporter of the Fuehrer, that madman whom Jill had just fucked. Awesome sight! Line after line of soldier stretched back in the distance, thousands of them.
Her strength could not hold out for her to watch any longer, and besides, the time was certainly getting late. Jill dropped back silently to the floor. If only it wasn't too late.
She scurried down the corridor, found the passage downstairs, and reappeared in the room, a room which had lights, where she had first met Betsy.
The woman stood up impatiently. "Where have you been?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was... I was... I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. Just hurry. Heinrich is waiting... I hope."
Together they hurried out of the room. "Here put on this cloak." Betsy handed a black cloak to Jill that was identical to the one she wore. "They won't see us," she said.
They hurried down dark passageways, Betsy leading the way surprisingly quick in the complete absence of light. "I know my way," she said. "But the doors are heavy. I'll need help pushing. Here."
Both women pushed. It was strange being in total darkness pushing as hard as it was possible to push against an obstruction which they could not see, but was nevertheless there, and which if they did not move would cost them their lives.
"If we are caught the penalty will be death," Betsy had warned, and in her bones Jill knew that this was true.
"Why can't Heinrich come and help us push?" Jill panted.
"That isn't possible-he must be where he is to see that the gate remains open, so that the other guards do not check it. We can depend on Heinrich."
Gradually the door began to move. Jill's muscles ached and sweat rolled down her brow, but once the door started to move Jill redoubled her efforts. It swung open a few feet, but they were enough for the slim women to squeeze through.
"Hurry. We must be there on time." They rushed down the passageway. The air grew colder and damper. Jill felt as if they were traveling through a cave.
"Shhhh!" Betsy suddenly warned her. "We are directly underneath the Parade Ground-see the light.'" Speckles of light leaked from above, from a grate in the parade ground. Jill looked up as they proceeded slowly and cautiously on their way. Boots were marching overhead, heavy jackboots. She could hear their Nazi songs, sung out proudly and with warlike spirit.
"Come on," urged Betsy in a hushed whisper. Jill followed, anxious to be away.
There was one more door, heavier than the first, and the girls had to be careful as they pushed it because they were still near the Parade ground and if they made noise they would be immediately discovered. It was hard, but they finally got the door to move. Ahead of them, down the passageway, they saw light.
"That's the garage," said Betsy. "We're there." They rushed ahead. Suddenly Jill felt rough hands on her face and she was jerked backwards in space and then hurled hard against the cold ground. A heavy human form came to rest against her, pressing violently to the earth, and when her eyes cleared she saw a blue eyed male face looking evil and angry staring straight at her. He was a Nazi.
Jill gasped in fright. It was all over. Her doom was sealed. She started to cry.
"Let go of her. Let go Heinrich," Betsy pleaded.
"You said you would be alone," the Nazi growled, his arms still pressing her tight.
"No you fool I could never open those doors alone. Let go of her."
Reluctantly, Heinrich's arms released her. "Is the car ready?" Betsy demanded.
"Can't you hear it purr?" he asked. In the stillness that followed this question, they could hear a car purr, a lovely sound. Then they heard something else. A crunching sound. Human footprints coming their way.
"Oh my God," Heinrich whispered in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible. "I'll be killed! He'll hear the car! Quick, this way!"
He lead the way into a dark alcove. It was just a cave really, murky and dark.
"Keep low. Keep down. Maybe he'll figure someone just left it running, one of the chauffeurs, and go. Maybe." They waited. The three were crouched and hiding in a small muddy enclosure. Heinrich was furthest in the back, Jill was right in front of him, and Betsy, the most courageous and determined of the lot, was in the front, trying to look out into the garage and follow the progress of the intruder.
"I see him," she hissed. "Just a guard. He's noticed the car, though." The sound of the engine died. "He's shut if off."
Jill was frightened and tense but very excited. It was strange but undeniable that recently when ever she was seized by a great amount of any emotion, either horror, fear, or pain, it was always accompanied by sexual lusts. These were now growing on her again. They made the close presence of the male-she could feel his heavy breathing against her neck-all the more exciting.
But he frightened her as well as excited her. The way he had leaped on her and pulled her violently to the ground, it had been sexy but also brutal. But her black cloak, which covered her body, now in her crouch, from neck to foot, gave her plenty of room to move around without being noticed.
"Now he's looking around; he's suspicious," Betsy reported in a whisper.
But Jill wasn't listening. Much as she wanted to escape, those thoughts were slowly drifting from her mind as her long and practiced fingers felt below her skirt and found her clitoris and cunt. She already felt herself moist down there, and still murky from the workout she had recently had with the Fuehrer.
Her fingers only had to brush her clitoris a few times, and very lightly, before she really felt the excitement start to grow. It felt so good touching herself down there, so fine.
"He's coming this way," Betsy warned.
Heinrich's hands reached out spasmodically and grasped Jill's shoulders. It was out of tension; he needed something to hold onto. Jill paused in her masturbatory exertions only for a second. She was feeling too hot to stop.
Heinrich was really acting more nervous and frightened than either Betsy or Jill, but that was because for days or, in Betsy's case, for much longer, the women had been living in imminent of danger of death and dismemberment and torture, while Heinrich had been one of the elite, one of the torturer's. For him, this danger was something completely new and strange. Why he was turning against the Nazis Jill did not know. At the moment she did not even care. All she really cared about was getting off. The danger they were in was getting her unbelievably excited.
"Unhhh," she moaned in her passion, and Heinrich for the first time realized that she was up to something. He could feel her shoulders move rhythmically where he held them. He transferred his attention from Betsy's back, which he had been watching to gauge what she was seeing of the guard's progress in search of them, to Jill, the young girl directly in front of him, the young girl in his arms.
"Unhh." Now it was clear what she was doing. She was jerking herself off. That struck Heinrich as incredible, but he also found it strangely exciting. He felt his own prick begin to stiffen.
He slipped his hand down Jill's arm. She wondered what he was up to, but not for long. He took her hand and guided it backwards, placing it on his lap. She could feel his prick bulge beneath his pants.
Jill quietly turned around. All she could see of Heinrich was a dark silhouette, but he leaned forward and their lips met in a hot kiss. They slipped together into the mud. Heinrich jammed his leg in between hers. The cloak opened, so his leg fit right into her crotch and he felt all of her warm wetness against his pants.
Jill jerked herself as quietly as possible, but as steadily and powerfully as possible against his leg. Meanwhile Heinrich grabbed her tit as tightly as he could and began to stroke it, feeling its soft fleshiness give way beneath his rough handling. It really turned him on playing with her big beautiful tit that way. And it excited him that Jill was responding so quickly and forcefully, kissing him violently. He bit down hard on her lip, almost forgetting where he was in his passion.
That could have cost all three their lives, of course, but Jill was smarter than he was. She forbore from crying out in pain. To her, the pain was just pleasure. The blood oozed from her lips and became a part of their kiss, turning them both on even more than before.
"Now he's walking the other way. I think we're alright," reported Betsy. Her attention was focused so strictly on the guard's progress through the room that she had no idea of what was going on right behind her.
Jill felt the orgasm build quickly in her cunt and then explode. She jerked and heaved and shoved herself against Heinrich. He bit down even harder on her lips and the blood gushed out making her come even more. His dirty hand reached around inside the cloak and grabbed one of her ass cheeks, bending and squeezing it just as hard as he could. Heinrich jammed his fingers in the cleft between her ass cheeks, trying to push them in as far as they would go. He stuck one finger into her asshole. He pushed it in as far as it would go, but that wasn't enough for him. With a Herculean effort he pushed it in even more.
Jill almost died from this mixture of pain and pleasure, and she swooned away almost to a state of unconsciousness as her orgasm passed its peak and began its long slow descent into history. "It's OK, he's gone," Betsy said.
CHAPTER NINE
The car purred back to life. "Nothing can stop us now," Heinrich said with more courage than he had shown before his sweet little interlude with Jill. "We're on our way."
Betsy was in the back seat and Jill was sitting next to him. His dick was out and she was stroking it up and down.
"Why don't you cut that out," Betsy said, "and let's get going."
"Alright," said Jill, "wait." She dropped her head immediately into Heinrich's lap. This was one thing that she had to do. The Fuehrer didn't like it, but she had a feeling that Heinrich would be different.
He was. His head jerked back with joy and a look of pure ecstasy appeared across the features of his face as Jill's big mouth with its thick luscious lips opened as wide as it could and then closed as tightly as it could over his meaty dick, which was immediately engulfed by all of the hot juices of Jill's mouth. "Ahhh!" he moaned.
Jill moved her head up and down along the shaft of his dick, sucking it as vigorously and as quickly as she could, for she knew that they had to move fast.
"That's alright," Heinrich said. "We have to warm the engine up." He moved back and forth in the seat, shifting his pelvis to match the joy which each flap of Jill's tongue produced.
She worked real hard on the tip of his dock, squeezing it between her lips while the tip of her tongue repeatedly licked it all over, very fast motions that she knew always excited the men that she tried it on.
It worked. His cock erupted and cascades of the hot fluid shot into the back of Jill's mouth. She drank it all in hungrily and Heinrich shot out plenty. Then she sat back in her seat while the excess hot come dripped down her chin and cheeks and lay in big globs on her nose and lips.
"Alright," she said happily, "let's go."
Heinrich stuck the car in gear and drove out of the garage, not daring to turn on the headlights.
It was a long underground drive from the garage to the surface. Like everything else in the compound, the garage was kept well-hidden. This secret operation was kept to tight security.
Bright white lights suddenly appeared before them. "What's that?" Betsy shouted to Heinrich.
"I don't know," he shouted back.
Betsy picked up on the panic in their voices and she just screamed.
Heavy boots pounded their way. Heinrich leaped out of the car and reached for his gun. Shots blared out, incredibly loud in the enclosed space of the underground tunnel. Heinrich screeched and his gun flew uselessly through the air. He reached up and grabbed his face, then spun as he fell, and in the searchlights Jill could see that his face had been blasted away.
Ugly faces peered into the car and rough hands reached in, hauling both Jill and Betsy out and threw them on the ground. Boots kicked into Jill's flesh. Hands ripped the cloak off. Boots kicked her. Nazis surrounded her. Boots kicked her in the head. Betsy cursed and cried.
Jill found herself being dragged along the rough pavement, hands on her legs pulling, while the rest of her body lay heavily on the asphalt as it ripped and roughened her once fair flesh. She passed out from the pain and to avoid the terror.
But she awoke to worse terror. The parade, which she had seen from afar, was now quite close. She was in the middle of it. Jill looked up and realized that she and Betsy, who lay next to her on the ground, were the center piece, the center of at- tention for the whole gathering of thousands of Nazis, Nazis whom she could barely see because huge spotlights glared down at the two naked women in the center, blinding them.
Jill shivered with the cold. The ground was freezing and she was lying directly against it, her limbs spread out wide to give the cold air and cold ground lots of room in which to spread. She tried to draw her limbs together and found that it was impossible. She was tied spread-eagled to stakes driven in the earth.
Betsy glared over at her. "This is all your fault," Betsy hissed between clenched teeth. Betsy flared her nostrils out like a horse, and eyed Jill with pure hatred. "I would be free now... and now I am going to die." She laughed, a cruel inhuman laugh. "You also will die, they are going to torture us to death, and they are going to do it now."
Jill felt her head reeling. This was like the worst nightmare she had ever had, much worse.
The lights were suddenly turned off. It took some moments before the sun spots stopped revolving before Jill's eyes, but then she was about to see just as she was seen, and what she saw scared her to death.
She and Betsy were staked to the ground directly in front of the main platform. On the platform were scores of chairs arranged in a series of ascending boxes. In the top box were three chairs, arranged in a pyramid. The man who was in the top chair she could not see, but she knew that he could only be the Fuehrer.
Then he started to speak, and she knew it for sure.
He spoke in German, slowly at first and relatively softly, but every word, every intonation, every hesitation and every intake of breath could be heard distinctly where Jill was tied and, she was sure, could be heard equally distinctly everywhere in the huge crowd. He was that kind of a speaker. And it was that kind of a sound system. But he could have done it without the sound system. He would have had to shout, and he would not have been able to speak for such a long time, but he could have done it. He was the kind of speaker who could have held the stars in heaven spellbound by his oratory.
He spoke for hours, and all the while Jill and Betsy froze. They were directly in front of the platform, a place of honor, so they knew that they were going to be the next item on the agenda. After a while Betsy stopped staring balefully at Jill and lay still. Jill thought she was dead, died of the cold, but then Betsy moved a little, and moaned.
The Fuehrer stopped speaking. The roar of the crowd, which had been considerable the whole while, and ecstatic at times, now approached new levels of devotion and crazed worship. The noise of their applause was deafening, and their chants were frenetic.
Nazis were standing above the two women. A hush was over the crowd. One of them held a bucket. He threw back his arms and dumped its contents onto the quivering, dying of the cold body of Betsy, Jill's friend. Some of its contents splashed onto Jill, just tiny drops, but they were so intense that they almost made her faint. Cold water! Betsy tensed up all over and shrieked in pain. She had been shivering before but in a kind of dead, hopeless way. Now her body shivered as though it were about to shatter into tiny icicles.
Betsy went into convulsions. Her body shaking and trembling like a convulsion, she suddenly stiffened, then shook, then stiffened again, and then lay still, still as death.
Jill thought she was dead and envied her fate, because it meant that she was next.
Then she saw a huge dog being led out. It was a doberman pinscher and he was straining at his leash. As the dog got closer Jill noticed that he had a huge dick. She could not help but notice it; the dog had virtually to step over her to get to Betsy.
The monstrous dog, all of whose muscles were visible beneath its sleek, almost naked coat, its sexual muscles as well, took a lot of interest in Betsy, sniffing her all over, but concentrating mostly on her cunt. Naturally; the cunt had the most smell. He stuck his long tongue out and licked it. Satisfied with the taste, the dog licked it again and again. Jill shivered with disgust.
For some reason the dog seemed to go suddenly wild, to become vicious. He no longer tongued Betsy in the cunt. He bit her.
That's when Jill found out that Betsy was not dead. Betsy screamed with renewed, with reawakened pain. The dog lifted his mouth from the prostrate, helpless woman, and part of Betsy was in his mouth, part of her cunt, hairs and all, blood and skin and guts, and the dog was calmly chewing this tiny bit of feminine humanity, revolving it between his lips, inhuman lips, but lips which were trained by humans to consume and destroy other humans.
Jill turned her head in incredible disgust and tried not to see, to forget that this woman who for a short time was her friend, who was the only person here to have treated her like a human being, that Betsy was being eaten by a trained dog. But she could not help hearing. The crowd was silent, entranced by the performance. All that Jill could hear, besides the sound of her own blood pounding in her veins, was the sound of the dog's teeth tearing human flesh. The dog lowered his head and tore into the girl's cunt again. Betsy screamed, and died.
Cold water splashed over Jill. She felt as though she were an icicle, as though she had already froze. All power of movement left her as soon as the water hit. To the outer eye, Jill knew that, as Betsy before her, she certainly looked dead. She could not even blink her eye. The dog, she thought with indescribable horror, the dog comes next. With her physical movement entirely restricted, this gave a lot more room for her mind to roam, but there was only one thing she could possibly think about: the dog, eating her cunt, ravaging it with his long, sharp, foul teeth, eating, chewing, tearing. She wanted to scream but no sounds would come out.
"Stop," she heard someone cry. "This is not the place for this... for her."
There was an argument. Jill could not even hear it. It was as if her ears had frozen. All she could hear was the sound in her memory of a girl's cunt being eaten by a monstrous dog.
"We need this female for other things, for better things, for worse things." She recognized the voice: Yes, yes, yes! It was Hans, the blonde Nazi whom she loved, whom she would love for ever and ever and ever.
CHAPTER TEN
Jill had been saved, but for what? And for how long? Hans marched her down the parade ground past the eyes of the soldiers, rows and rows of them lined up in their uniforms, shouldering their weapons, all staring at her with lust in their eyes, standing at stiff attention. Jill felt humiliated. She was naked and cold, and though she was far from ashamed of her body, now she was shivering and she could not control its movements. She felt their eyes riveted to her shaking ass.
Hans marched her past them and took her into a small shed at one end of the field.
"Here," he said. "Rest in here. It is warmer in here. Here is a blanket. That was a terrible thing, to try to escape. You had no chance. There is no escape possible from here. And because of that, one of our own men had to die. He was once a good man. You have not escaped punishment. It will come."
Hans went out and left her alone. Yes, punishment would come, she knew it would. But it felt good to be alone, to be out of the cold wind. The shed was not very comfortable. It was full of crates and there was a long table at one end. Jill crawled up on the table and pulled the blanket on top of her quivering cold form, drawing her legs up near her body to conserve as much of her body warmth as she could, as much as was still left.
She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, tried to drown out the reality that she was in, tried to dream. But sleep would not come. Though she was exhausted and overwrought, her nerves were on edge. Fear still coursed through her and Jill could not sufficiently relax.
The door burst open and soldiers poured in. They were young soldiers all of them and were very enthusiastic. They hopped quickly to the table and surrounded her. Jill peeked out past the blanket, and one look at their eyes revealed to her their dastardly intentions.
No, she thought, God no. I can't take this now, not after all I've been through. Oh, please give me some rest.
"So," one of the soldiers said, "you have tried to escape? Well, you have escaped the fate of your friend. Not very pretty, was it? Now you are alive, and you are ours. You might be dead, but you were saved for us, to do with you as we want." he laughed. His face was young but hard and cruel. His blonde eyebrows were thin arches and his cheekbones were high, like the devil's. With one movement of his strong arm he pulled the blanket from her body.
The soldiers gasped when they saw her body, which they had previously seen only from far away, in all of it's glory.
"Please," she cried, "the blanket. It's so cold!"
"Don't worry about that. We will warm you up soon enough. Karl. You take her first. Warm her up for me. Get her juicy."
"Ja," said Karl with alacrity. He stepped forth, a youth with dark hair and huge rippling muscles. He quickly stripped, dropped his clothing into a heap on the floor, and stood towering over Jill as she cringed on the table top. "I will enjoy this." he said.
His two hands grabbed Jill's breasts and squeezed them hard, working them like clay. The other soldiers gathered round in a circle. Some of them reached out and grabbed Jill, running their rough hands over her flesh, pressing into her belly, rubbing her legs. One plunged his hand into her cunt, forcing her legs apart and feeling her crudely, lustily.
"Get your filthy hands off her," bellowed Karl. "She's mine. You will all get your turn with her." Karl hoisted himself onto the table. His dick was already hard and firm, but he wanted it harder. He stuck it into Jill's face. "Suck it," he ordered. Jill had no choice. She spread her lips, reached for his cock with her hand, and then guided it into her open mouth. She pushed back on the foreskin and sucked and licked the pricks delicate tip. Tired as she was, she rather enjoyed sucking it. It was not a unattractive dick and it tasted good. Jill felt her body relax as she sucked on it, and the body heat from all the men crowding around the table and their hot breath warmed her up.
"That's enough," he said, quickly pulling his dick out of her mouth. He slid down her body, positioned himself, and then shoved it in.
Jill was already getting excited but she was still cold and her cunt was not ready for his massive prick. Her cunt was still somewhat dry and tight. But Karl did not care. In fact he liked it that way, as it provided maximum friction, so with a look on his face of utmost ecstasy he shoved his prick in as far as it would go, shoved it in the bottom and then moved it in and out and all around very vigorously.
Jill's face contracted with pain as the immense organ plummeted into her. Her cunt walls ached. They still hurt from before and they hurt even more now.
Karl's body heaved up and down on her, flattening her tits like two pancakes under his massive hairy chest, walloping into her slight-woman's belly. But after a while it became more enjoyable to Jill heaved upwards in a pleasurable way to meet him, but he shouted in orgasm, relaxed a moment and then, with military timing, pulled out.
Jill felt shamed. All the men stared down at her with lust and mockery in their eyes. She knew it was evident to them all that she was growing excited. They all looked closely at her cunt and at her clitoris, which was aroused and prominent, and at her nipples, which were hard and stiff.
It was now the turn of the first of the soldiers. He mounted her quickly and shoved his dick all the way. This time Jill was ready. Almost as soon as he began shoving it in, Jill felt the orgasm start through her. She bucked her body upwards, trying to cram his dick into her as far as it would go, and to feel all of it swim around inside of her.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, "Ahhhh!"
But then she felt a sudden, sharp pain that made her jerk like a horse, almost as if she was trying to throw him off. She could feel that pain from her breast, looked down at his face and as he smiled up at her, with a wicked leer, she noticed that his lips were bloody. Her breast was bleeding profusely. He had bit her hard on the nipple.
The pain mingled with pleasure as his dick continued to churn her insides, and her orgasm raised itself to new levels as Jill continued to thrash around on the table as if in hysterics.
Just as she finished coming, and as the soldier's come exploded in her cunt, urging on the finality of her orgasm in its lustful throes, another soldier took his place. This one grabbed her bleeding tit and squeezed it hard, rubbing his hand in the blood.
"You like punishment, don't you?" he urged her to respond, as he plunged his dick into her cunt.
"Yes," she answered, truthfully this time. "Yes I do."
"Good, because you deserve it." He plunged into her as hard as he could and Jill felt another orgasm rip through her, starting gradually as a soft warm feeling in her belly, like a bomb that was about to explode.
"Harder," she urged. "Harder. Hurt me."
He pulled her tit and squeezed it tightly against her chest, getting his fingers all covered with her blood. Then he shot his load of sperm into her vibrating cunt, and pulled out while she was still coming, while her cunt was still throbbing and aching with the need for a man's prick to be inside of it.
"Ohhh," she moaned in disappointment.
But another man was quickly upon her. They were fighting for their chance now, each turned on and anxious to feel his dick inside her cunt before it was too late, before all of his fellows had their way with her and there was nothing left. The shed was filling up with more soldiers as the word spread. As man after man climbed on, Jill lost count, and began to think that the Rally was over and that every soldier who was there would soon be shoving his hard cock into her cunt or into her mouth.
"Suck this," a soldier shouted, and shoved his huge prick down Jill's throat, almost choking her. She sucked on it as hard as she could, wanting to make him come very quickly so that his cock would be removed and she would be able to breathe, but he wouldn't come. She pulled on it with her lips and ran her tongue all along it's thick mass, working as quickly and as skillfully as she knew how, but with no positive results.
"Bitch!" the man shouted and, with his prick still buried deeply in her mouth, he brought his hand up and slapped her very hard in the face. Her whole head spun and she was unable to keep from injuring his cock. Without doing it on purpose, her teeth bit into his cock and she could taste his blood.
He came at the same time, finally, and the river of come that poured out seemed like the Mississippi. Jill had to work hard to drink it all down, to capture the come for her belly, a belly that was already full of come, but she did her best. As she stood up off her mouth was a morass of blood mingled with come, laying in splotches all over her face, her chin, her shoulders and her chest.
"Spread her legs, boys, I'm coming through." This one did not even drop his pants. He just pulled his zipper down and pulled down his pants. He didn't even climb on the table. Perhaps he thought that Jill by this time was too much of a mess and he didn't want to sully his body by too close a contact with her. He just had his buddies drag her to the edge of the table so that her legs hung down, then he jammed his prick into her cunt and fucked her while he was standing up.
He pulled his dick out right before he came and shot his gusher of hot sperm all over Jill's stomach. Some of it flew up into her face as well.
"I'll fuck her in the tits," said the next. He was an older man and his thick prick seemed greasy and bulbous. He clambered on top of Jill and grabbed her two enormous tits. The blood had dried already on the one that had been bitten. Jill lost track of the time, but she felt like she had been there for hours.
He grasped the tits and squeezed them around his fat shaft like a warm round pillow. He shot his load between her tits and made them all sticky.
Jill fell back exhausted, her head swimming. But through it all she was excited, her cunt throbbing. She felt like she was undergoing one long slow orgasm, and she suddenly erupted. No man near her for a change, but the pleasure ripped through her and wouldn't stop. All the men stood back and stared at her in wonder.
"What a hot broad! After all we gave her! Look at her-she wants more!"
Jill jerked and bucked and screamed and then collapsed into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You will soon see why I saved this girl on the night of the rally," Hans explained to the roomful of Nazi Party Leaders as the girl in question was lead in. "There is really something quite extraordinary about her. She has something to teach. I have never before seen-nor, I think you will soon admit, have you-seen a woman with such a positive reaction to pain. This is not, I emphasise, a psychomotor condition, in which the patient feels pain as pleasure. No; she responds to pain as pain; it hurts her; she tried to avoid it. But when the pain is accumulated, and when it is accompanied by suitable sexual-emotional stimuli-well, you will see the results yourself."
He turned to the guards. "Prepare the patient as you have been instructed," he said.
One guard lifted Jill in the air and held her like a baby, her naked body cradled in his big hairy arms. The other began to tie her up with a series of ropes that hung suspended from the ceiling. His hard hands knotted the ropes vigorously around her limbs, her wrists and ankles, doubling it back and tying it in complex patterns. Jill found her knees brought up against her chest and fixed there in place. She found her feet tied to her hands. She found herself tied into something very much like a round ball.
Her hair hung down long in front of her face. This hair Hans himself grabbed, and commenced to roll it up into a ball, which he pinned together in a bun on the back of her head, Jill enjoyed these personal ministrations from the man who, for whatever reason, had saved her life, saved her from the grim and murderous teeth of a monstrous hound Jill now found herself hanging from the ceiling like a tetherball. Her ass was stuck out invitingly and hung the lowest part of her body to the table, whose polished length she floated above. Her cunt too was accessible, though not quite as easily as her ass. Still, she was quite obviously sexually exposed to the ten men who sat below her.
She gazed into their eyes and was pleased to find that the Fuehrer was not among them.
"I will now demonstrate," Hans added. "First we must note that in many ways, the specimen is a normal female human being. She responds to pleasure... " As he said this Hans placed his finger along her cunt and began to slowly stroke. As Jill floated so freely in the air, like being in her mother's womb (except for the knots) she closed her eyes and let the feeling get to her. She could smell Hans strong masculine scent, and feel the pressure of his finger delicately massaging her cunt, and then slowly rubbing her clitoris. She found her sex organs beginning to produce their fluids of lust, and she found her breath growing hard and heavy.
"You see!" Hans triumphantly proclaimed, extending his finger to the room at large. "She is already getting excited! See! My finger is covered with her sexual juices."
He showed his finger to each of the men sitting around the table, holding it for a second in front of each face. Some of the men slipped on their bifocals so that they could better examine the glint of the fluid in the room's light.
Then Hans wiped it from his finger onto a rag, as though it disgusted him.
"She responds equally quickly, and with proper response, to pain."
Hans took a long pin, held it up for the men to see, and then rammed it heartlessly, and almost without looking, into Jill's buttocks. She screamed with pain.
Hans drew his hand away from her buttocks, leaving the pin in place. The pain did not abate. Jill continued to whimper, and she shook about, wanly trying to dislodge the tool.
"You see," said Hans. 'There is nothing equivocal about her response."
He pulled the pin out, and a drop of blood appeared where the wound had been.
"You will notice the series of welts here on her buttocks." With his fingers, Hans traced the various marks, the fossils of the whip. 'The oldest series-here," his finger traced some marks that were covered with scabs, "are a week old. So you see that pain does inflict its wound on her, wounds that heal no more quickly that do wounds on anyone. I think this conclusively proves that there is no physiological antipathy in this woman to pain, that she both experiences it and bears its scars. And yet she seems to enjoy it. I will demonstrate."
He got his hand between her legs and began to play with Jill's cunt. She felt erotic impulses sprout among her bushy cunt and spread throughout her body. Hans excited her more than anyone she had ever met, and his cruelties only made him even more exciting. She let her body flow through the air, closed her eyes and just experienced the feeling of Hans' hand on her cunt and on her clitoris.
"In many instances pain is close to pleasure and this is even more the case when the pain is associated with an organ, like the genital organ in women, which is designed primarily for the production of pleasure."
Hans removed his fingers. Jill slowed down, disappointment filling her. Oh how she wanted and needed a cock!
Hans displayed a device. Jill craned her neck downwards to see it. She had seen it before, long before. It was the mushroom shaped club with the spikes on the end of it! A medieval weapon of torture. She began to sweat with fear but her sexual excitation in no way lessened.
"First I will excite the specimen with this end of the instrument," Hans said, touching the smooth end. "I will then move to the spiked end. You will notice that the spikes are sharp; they were recently sharpened. You will agree that such spikes should produce nothing but pain, especially when introduced into a rather narrow, albeit pliable orifice, and one which is very soft, moist, tender, and constructed of literally tens of thousands of the body's most sensitive nerve endings."
Hans approached Jill, reached between her legs, spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers, and inserted the smooth end of the pole into her cunt. He pressed it in gently at first, working it around slowly. He wanted his demonstration to succeed, so he wanted to produce the utmost pleasurable cries and outbursts from his specimen.
Jill only wished that instead of a pole, it was his dick that Hans was shoving into her cunt. Still, she was thankful for little favors, and smiled with pleasure as the instrument made its way up her cunt. It filled her up slowly, and she began to move her hips back and forth and swung through the air like a acrobat on a trapeze, as she moved to the sexual rhythm.
Suddenly the smooth pole was gone. Her cunt was empty, and that was almost a painful sensation in itself, as she had felt herself to be just on the brink of a truly amazing and heartfelt orgasm.
She felt something sharp and pointed. The Mushroom end! That large end would have hurt her going in even without the spikes, but with them it was absolute torture.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed.
But her screams only urged Hans on. He shoved it in more. As the mushroom plunged past her clit it scraped it, drawing blood which gushed out of her cunt and splashed down onto the table beneath her. It splashed as well onto some of the men who sat around the table, but they did not mind. They barely noticed, so intent were they on the spectacle that was occurring in the air above their mostly bald or grey-haired heads. Their beady eyes stared straight up with unabated interest.
Jill felt like her cunt was being ripped apart forever. She tried to make it as wide as possible to welcome in the intruder, and to make it as moist as possible to let the spikes slide in as over an oil slick. And she was moist and she was open wide; she was excited. But the spikes still dragged mercilessly into her flesh, catching it and tearing it. With the flesh it tore nerves, and this provoked the most pain. Blood now rained profusely down, forming pools on the table, ruining the tables smooth finish forever. But no one cared, no one noticed.
Yet as the spikes tore her cunt up, they also filled it up. The mushroom was a wide, hellish device, and it hurt like the devil going in, stretching the walls of her cunt while the spikes shredded them. But it really filled her up once it was already in, and it lodged there securely.
The pain was not gone, it still hurt and burned, and Jill suffered the additional psychic pain of fearing that her cunt had been shredded forever and she would never be able to use it again. It would bleed and bother her forever, and be more trouble than it was worth, she thought.
But the pain had been subtly changed and it had mixed with pleasure. Jill felt like she was really being fucked now. She forgot that it was just a cold piece of metal, and in the dim recesses of her fantasizing brain, Jill thought that it was Hans who was fucking her. Hans, who was so heartless and cruel, who would stop at nothing to hurt and humiliate her, but who had also saved her, who was so strong and powerful that outward tenderness would be womanly if it came from him, Hans who was a real man, who knew how to fuck like a real man, no sissy stuff, just hard driving powerful bulldog pile-driving lust, hammering away at Jill's frail body until she was pounded into dust and driven crazy by lust.
Hans smiled as he saw her demonstration succeeding so well. The girl was totally lost in a world of pleasure and fantasy, just as he had predicted. And the leaders of the party were entranced. They could not tear their eyes away from the girl's aerial gymnastic, her contortions of pain and pleasure, and they did not even want to try. He knew he had proved his point. He knew they would approve of his further experiments with this specimen, who was so exemplary, a one-in-a-million find. The cause of science would be advanced!
Jill groaned and cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm churned through her like a train through an underground tunnel. This was too good to be true! The ceiling shook with the force of Jill's exertions and the rope began to stretch. Hans looked up and saw what was happening. She was getting even more excited than he had hoped, than he thought possible. She was getting too excited.
Hans pulled the mushroom weapon from her cunt but it was too late. Jill already passed the point of no return and there was absolutely no stopping her now. She twisted and turned as the lust rippled through her flesh and through her mucous membranes. The rope started to give.
"The rope!" Hans called. "The rope is breaking! Get back! Get back all of you!"
With no more warning the rope snapped. Jill's body plummeted to the table and smashed heavily against it. The table broke right down the middle. The Nazis all stood up as quickly as it could be done, but some were too slow. Herr Professor Stumpf was caught by the table across his nose as planks flew up in the air, sent there by the force of Jill's fall.
He yelled in sudden pain as the blood flowed out of his nostrils. General Neibel was slammed across the knees by the table and he heard his kneecap crack. The pain was intense and he collapsed crying on the floor, all his dignity and force and masculine self-assertion suddenly gone and, in the eyes of his cohorts, gone forever.
"That dumbkopf!" Hans screamed. "I told him to check the rope!" The scene was a madhouse. Jill quickly succeeded in struggling out of the now ineffectual ropes, and she immediately sought out the only thing that was on her mind: cock.
General Neibel was lying prone on the floor in an attitude of pain and prayer. He was calling on the German spirits of the Vaterland to ease his pain. Jill just saw his crotch. She dived for it, lost in a crazed sexual frenzy. She pulled down his zipper and fished out his dick. It was small, but it was a dick nonetheless. Just seeing it excited her even more.
Jill opened her mouth and closed it around Neibel's prick. It tasted so good that she sucked on it harder, hoping to get it hard real soon so that she could sit on it and feel it inside of her cunt. Ever since Hans had removed the tool from her cunt, Jill had felt indescribably empty and without use.
Strangely or not. Neibel found himself responding. It was the same mixture of pleasure and pain that he had just examined in Jill, and now he felt it experimentally confirmed in himself as well. His dick was immediately standing high and stiff in the air.
That was all Jill wanted to see. With a little feminine grunt of satisfaction she straddled the man, placed her hot quivering cunt over his dick, and began feeding the huge and slimy member into herself. It felt divine sliding in her, filling her up, mingling with the inner sex juices and the blood.
Neibel pressed upwards to meet her cunt with his prong of a dick, feeling the pain increase in his knee as he did so, but that only turned him on the more.
Jill rose and fell on her cunt, letting it all the way into her ravaged; still responding, still sexy cunt. She let her tits fall down heavily into his face, and Neibel anxiously sucked them, squeezing the nipples between his lips. His hands circled the girl's back and slid down to her rounded, punished ass, that ass which he had recently been examining for the age of its welt marks, and which he was now squeezing sensuously with his fingers. The excitement was too much for Jill to take any longer. The lust welled up in her until it was too much for her frail body to contain. Hans or no Hans, this prick felt mighty good to her. It was a German prick, and a military prick, and it fucked as fine as a fucking machine, as though it were expressly designed to provoke her sexual pleasure. Her eyes closed tightly and her lips emitted tiny screeches of unabated joy as the orgasm hit her, and her whole body trembled like an earthquake was going through it.
Neibel felt her excitement. He felt her cunt tremble and quiver around his cock, clutching it as tightly and with so much precision that he thought her cunt must have wet little fingers inside, jerking him off.
He shot his load of hot sperm into Jill's trembling pussy just as her orgasm ravaged her and laid her low, her tits grazing Neibel's chest. He could feel them pushing at him warmly, through his military shirt. He reached up, grabbed it by the collar, and ripped down the front, exposing his black hairy and still strong chest to the sensuous feel of Jill tits. She was overcome with the exertions of sex, with the excitement and with the sheer physical exhaustion of so much fucking, so much coming. With a long drawn out sigh, Jill collapsed on Neibel's chest.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jill was on her bunk in her new cell. It was in the laboratory building, where Hans had her removed to be part of his experiments into the similarity of pleasure and pain. At first there had been some reaction against him because of the ludicrous way in which his demonstration had ended. But the Nazis were very decent and fair about it. They knew it hadn't been Hans' fault, they merely killed the young soldier whose job it had been to set up and check the rope.
Jill had been left alone for two days. She had been fed well and allowed to wash and recuperate. All that time she had done only one thing, and that was think about escape. Her cell was close enough to the laboratory for her to hear cries of pain that wafted her way from the other young women who were dragged in.
One of these women had been sharing the cell with her, until she was taken away one day and never returned. Her screams then had been particularly ghastly and tortured, and Jill just shriveled up into herself when she heard them, thinking of the vicious doberman pinscher.
This woman had told her something about the experiments. "If s for the soldiers. They want to condition them to keep fighting no matter how injured they are. If s for efficiency, of course. Damn them. Their wish is to turn people into mindless machines. So of course they want to learn how to neutralize pain. And the way to do that is to produce it, in us, and then study it."
The day after her friend failed to return, they came for Jill. Two orderlies opened the cell door and gestured for Jill to follow. They could say nothing because their faces were totally encased in gasmasks. Jill had no recourse but to follow.
They took her into a large laboratory and strapped her down on a table. It was familiar to Jill by now: they spread her legs, and spread her arms above her, shackling them down so that movement, except of her pelvis, and slight movements of her muscles, was impossible.
But the rest was not so familiar. Various large machines were wheeled into the room and placed along the sides of the table. Electrodes dangled from them. The men wiped her forehead with some fluid, then dried it, and then connected electrodes to the sides of her temples. More electrodes were attached to Jill's underarms. They tickled at first but she did not giggle. It was much too frightening, like being in a horror movie.
They attached and attached and attached, not just electrodes but, when they had gone up and down her body with these, they repeated the procedure, attaching tiny needles and galvanometers, all leading to dials and switches on the machine. They wired Jill up both to receive and to send, and then without saying a word they walked out of the room.
With their movements gone, an eerie silence reigned. Jill lay there sweating with fear.
She felt an itching. She wanted to scratch but could not move her hands, but even if she could she did not know where to scratch. The pain was not localized. She itched all over and nowhere at the same time. It was unbearable.
And suddenly it was gone. Then it returned, only this time she knew where it was. It was in her cunt. She shook her pelvis briskly, hoping to shake the itching out. It felt like bees stinging in her cunt.
She cried out, but the pain was suddenly gone. Oh my God, she thought. This is only the beginning!
The room was suddenly hot, and growing hotter. She felt like she was in an oven, which was turned on, in a house, which was on fire, and her mother and father were sitting outside smoking hot cigarettes. The pain was excruciating, but also sexually exciting. Never before had Jill realized how getting physically hot was the same as getting sexually hot, but now the resemblance could no longer be avoided, she was bathed in sweat, and her cunt was bathed in juices. Bathed in sexual oils. As she got more excited Jill swayed her cunt from side to side and moved it up and down violently. She could not touch it with her fingers, not with anything, but she hoped by these wild movements to relieve some of the sexual tension that was building up within her.
And it was working. Through the violent heat of the room, that was a frying pan, Jill felt the sexy relief flow through her, but just then, as her sex juices were flowing, there came a sudden spasm of pain deep down within her cunt, pain so intense that Jill could do nothing but immediately stop moving her pelvis, stop all movements whatsoever.
As her feelings of sexual feeling abated, the pain died down. Jill lay there waiting for the pain to start up again, but it did not. The pain was intense as the heat scalded her. The sweat fell off her into pools on the floor and the sexy feeling would not go away. Jill had to do something about it, so she started moving her pelvis again, trying to stimulate orgasm.
As the relief approached, the pain returned, only far far worse this time. Jill had to stop, the pain was too much for her to continue. Suddenly she knew what was happening: they were stimulating her with heat, and then when she responded they were giving her sudden pains in the cunt. They had her going and coming; they were provoking the sexual response, and then punishing her for it. It was like a classical method of stimulus training, except with punishment exclusively and no reward. What was their devilish aim? A fear clutched Jill in her belly: it could only be to make her hate sex, to make her blot out any sexual response, by making her identify, subconsciously, all sexual feeling with intense pain so that, in the future, when she felt sex coming on, she would be afraid of the pain, deep down in her subconscious where she would be unable to do anything about it. Damn them!
Jill began to shake all over as some indescribable feeling that was neither pleasure nor pain but a weird commingling of both seized her. It was pure sensation, complex sensation.
Then the pain became specific, too specific, and it kept changing. Jill first had the distinct feeling that shards of broken glass were being shoved into the flesh of her ass, and she quickly raised her bottom off the table. The feeling was distinct and undeniable, but she knew that no shards were piercing her buttocks, yet she felt them.
Then she felt warm tiny legs running up and down on her belly. Spiders! Poisonous hairy spiders! The feeling was so strong that Jill could see them; her fantasizing was called into play by the physical sensation. Jill's skin crawled with terror, but then they were gone.
They were replaced with a snake. Jill could feel his cold reptilian body crawl around her neck and slither down across her chest. Her eyes were spinning like tops, but through her tears, tears of terror and confusion, she could see the snake crawling down her body and heading for her cunt. She knew it was illusion; it had to be! The electrodes were making her feel a snake, and making her see a snake. But there was no snake! No! No! There was no snake! No snake at all! But Jill could not make herself believe that. His skin was green and red and blue, and it glowed like metal. She could hear him hiss. His head was pointing right at her cunt. He was heading into it!
Jill revolved and rotated her cunt as vigorously as she could, trying to shake the snake away. She didn't even care if she got him so scared and so mad that he bit her. Just as long as he didn't stick his disgusting head into her already punished cunt. Her cunt was held open by the clips so that it would be easy for the snake to plunge his way through. The snake raised his head just as he reached Jill's cunt, and his tongue lashed out poisonously, and licked Jill's clitoris.
She quivered, but the terror was mixed with pleasure. Jill could not believe it. Her terror and horror had in no way lessened. She had always been afraid of snakes, not mortally afraid of them, but scared enough so that she never went into a snake house in the zoo, and she certainly never wanted to touch one. She certainly never wanted to have anything to do with a snake in a sexual sense. And now the snake was turning her on by hissing at her cunt and licking her clitoris with his long, forked, cold tongue.
The only possible explanation was that the electrodes were feeding sexual feelings straight into her brain. Yes! That was it, that had to be it. But God, she was turned on!
The snake plunged his head into her cunt. It felt like a prick. Cold, and metallic, and snakelike, but a prick nonetheless. It was long, like a prick, and thick, like a prick, and it made her cry and scream with sexual release, like a prick.
The snake kept going in! Jill heaved her hips up as far as she could and spread her legs wide to accommodate his fat and lengthy form. More and more of the snake fed itself into her cunt, going in head first, his tongue at work all the while. It flared out inside of her, licking her, licking the inner walls and inner recesses of her cunt as it penetrated, doing things to the inside of her cunt, delicate and beautiful things, that no ordinary prick could do.
Just thinking about the snake inside her really turned Jill on. All the fear of the snake was as dead as if it had never existed. She imagined the snakes beady eyes, and imagined him looking at her cunt and admiring it from the inside, a perspective on her that no one had ever had before. Jill imagined that seeing her cunt from the inside really turned the snake on. For she knew the snake was incredibly sexually aroused; how else could he be provoking these intense reciprocal feelings in her? He was twisting around inside of her and rippling his long body rhythmically, doing everything just right to ex- cite her to an awesome climax.
Jill felt it coming, felt it shake her body and tear her up inside. She moaned, "AHHHHHH!" and heaved and humped and moved around as much as her bonds would permit her.
With a shock she noticed that the snake had disappeared completely within her cunt.' She no longer saw him anywhere-then just for a second Jill noticed his tail lashing out of her cunt, waving a bit, and then disappearing back inside. It was fantastic; it was frightening. But Jill had no time to wonder or to be afraid. She was too wrapped up in the strength of her orgasm. It sent her flying off into space and time. Jill was lost to the world and existed only in herself as her breasts danced and her belly twisted and churned from side to side. Her tongue lolled crazily out of her mouth and her eyes were staring straight back into her skull. The snake seemed to be chewing her up inside, really messing with every bit of her cunt. She felt like the snake had thousands of mouths and thousands of forked tongues, each of which was licking and stimulating a separate bit of her inner cunt, a separate cave and hidden spot, many of which had never been adequately stimulated before, if stimulated at all.
"Yeee!" She screamed, as if she was on a roller coaster going down the first fall, but it was the last fall. The orgasm was passing. It had taken her and shaken her more than anything before in her life, and now it was going, entering history, but before it did, Jill had a sudden, horrible shock.
The snake bit her! It bit her again and again. It was as if every mouth which seconds before had been licking her cunt, was now biting it. And it wasn't just the teeth: it was the poison which they secreted that caused the most intense pain.
Jill could feel the poison flowing through her cunt, causing it to burn as though it were on fire, and then it hurt worse, as though it were being destroyed by acid. She screamed with pain, and her orgasm redoubled in fury as her body bucked high in the air, and then fell back, landing on the table with a crash that knocked all of the breath out of her and left her unconscious.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was late at night, dark and quiet in the cells that lined the corridor behind the laboratory. Jill was tossing in a fitful, dream besotted sleep. Her dreams were mainly nightmares, as were, of course, her waking hours as well.
The population in this prison had been much decimated lately, until only two women remained in this part of the laboratory: Jill and a slightly older girl named Hilda. Hilda, as her name implied, was a German, but she had never been a Nazi. Her brother was a member of the party, and he had tried to get Hilda to join. But she wouldn't; though a German, she realized that Nazism was not natural to Germans; it was merely their national disease, something to be feared, loathed, and fought.
Fight it she did. She found out about some of her brother's more gruesome activities in the party, and they horrified her. So Hilda decided to do whatever was in her power to stop the growing might of the New American Nazi Party before it became strong. She spoke to some of her other friends, hoping to recruit them into her struggle, because she knew that she would need a lot of help. Unfortunately, one of these trusted friends was a Nazi. He turned her in, and her other friends as well.
One by one she was forced to watch as her friends were killed, tortured to death by various means. The sight almost destroyed her. It made her seem much older than she was. She was twenty-seven, her body firm and ripe, but her face looked forty or older, with harsh lines of worry and hatred deeply engraved. Her face was an adequate portrait of her mind, for she thought about one thing only: revenge. Death to all Nazis!
Jill had tried to talk to her, but had gotten little response except an occasional bitter diatribe against the Nazis, and descriptions of what they had done to her friends. Neither of these topics were what Jill particularly wanted to hear. She had heard enough and seen enough herself; she was surfeited with horrors already. Still, Jill felt the inevitable tie to Hilda that is common to any two human beings who find themselves trapped by a common enemy.
Lights suddenly came on all over the laboratory, and Jill woke from her uncomfortable half-sleep into frightened reality. This had never happened before, a night time interruption of the routine. As laboratory animals, routine regulated their lives. It was designed that way as part of the experiments, so that they would lose none of their objective scientific validity. Validity! Jill snorted with mockery. Still, that was the way Hans looked at it, and he was the boss.
Jill heard mens' voices raised in raucous laughter and shouting, and she heard their heavy clumsy footsteps banging down the corridor in the direction of the cells. Then an unmistakable odor reached her: booze.
Two men rounded the corner and came reeling her way. One she had seen many times. He was one of the guards, a simple lackey, too stupid to rise any higher in the Nazi hierarchy than to be a stooge and a night watchman. Still, he was a healthy animal with a big dumb, open face, broad shoulders, narrow hips, a thin belly, and muscular arms. Jill found it amusing and even a little stimulating-in a physical sense-to watch him sweep up at night, after Hans and the doctors and the lab assistants had left.
But now he was drunk, totally plastered, almost bumping into the walls in his progress down the hall. That made him look disgusting and dangerous. His big muscles were now free of all inhibitions, and Jill feared that he was capable of doing anything. She knew that Hans had given strict instructions that the women were not to be annoyed in any way, and that to the Nazis strict instructions are to be obeyed strictly or the penalty can be death. But the guard-she had heard him called Willy-was obviously too far gone to worry about any of that.
His companion was a grossly fat man, much older and obviously someone higher up in the Nazi party. He was even drunker than the guard, and as Jill quickly sized up the situation, he was the instigator of this little party. She could see it now: Let's go get those women, the Fat Man had said. Women? Willy had queried. Yeah, you know which women, the Fat Man had replied, filling Willy's glass.
Here they were, and a pretty picture too! Only- what might they do to two helpless women? Jill shivered. They were opening her cell.
"Come on out, come on out," urged Willy. "Come on. If s time to come out."
Jill tried to talk some sense into him. "Go away Willy. You're drunk. If you do this it will be big trouble for you. Think what Hans will say!"
"Hans! I don't care about Hans," then he hesitated, thought, an came out with a triumphant, "Let Hans suck my cock!"
The Fat Man was already inside the cell. He grabbed Jill with his pudgy hands and began mauling her like a lion. His hands felt her and grabbed her and ran all over her body. All she had on were the clothes they had given her, the only clothes they allowed her: a regulation robe, which tied around her with a soft belt. The Fat Man pawed his way past the robe and quickly got his greedy hands onto Jill's soft flesh, which felt warm and good to him so he kept on pawing it.
Jill tried to push him away, but even though he was so drunk that he was spinning from side to side, he was still very strong. He must have weighed three hundred more pounds than Jill, so it really wasn't a very fair fight.
"Get your dirty hands off me," she said. He just laughed. Meanwhile, Willy sauntered down the cell block until he came to Hilda's cell. She lay on her bunk and stared at him malevolently without moving, as though she were a lioness getting ready to spring.
"Come along, my pretty," he said. "We have need of you." He opened the cell and went in.
Sure enough, Hilda leaped on him. This was the moment she was waiting for, the moment when she got a Nazi all alone. Usually, they were around her in packs, so if she jumped one, the rest would be able to haul her off and beat her as punishment. But now! She leaped on him so quickly that Willy keeled right over and fell to the floor with a raging German woman on top of him. Hilda went after his life immediately, trying to kill him quickly, no hesitation whatsoever, no qualms.
While Willy lay there stunned, she dived at him, her lips seeking his jugular vein. Like a jungle beast she fought, and tried to kill. But Willy slapped her with his hand, and that deflected her for a second from her goal. If he hadn't hit her, her teeth would have found the mark and sunk in. Again she went for him, but he was struggling up, fighting for his life, and screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Help! Help!" She flattened him to the ground and her lips opened wide, teeth protruding like a vampire.
The Fat Man heard the pathetic screams of his companion. His hands let go of Jill and he ran down the cell block to the rescue. His immense mitts grabbed Hilda and hauled her off the prostrate body of the guard, and he flung her violently across the hall. Her body came to rest with a sharp crash against the wall. The wind was knocked out of her, so Hilda was temporarily quiet, stunned.
"Ach!" said the Fat Man. "These bitches are no good. No good-but exciting. I like them. But I am afraid we will have to tie them up."
"You're right about that," said Willy. He looked down at Hilda, and his eyes were still not without fear. "She's an Amazon. You can have her."
"You will have her too, my friend," said the Fat Man.
He bent over Hilda and put her in a head lock, a full nelson, wrapping his arms around back of her shoulders, and clapping his hands together behind her head. In this uncomfortable position he dragged the girl into the laboratory.
Willy approached Jill in her cell, but more cautiously this time. He held a gun on her, but his hand still trembled.
"Get up," he intoned. "Come with me." Jill had no choice but to obey. She led the way into the laboratory, the gun never more than inches from her back. Hilda was already on the table, her hands and legs tied down and her body spread-eagled for easy access to her cunt. Her robe lay on the floor. Willy gestured with his gun to the table next to Hilda's.
"All right you," Jill got the message. She climbed up.
"Filthy swine!" yelled Hilda. "Listen to my words and mark them well. Both of you men die. Tonight! Tonight I will kill you both! You will die in misery, cursing your fates!"
The men both laughed. They were both working busily to tie Jill down and feeling very pleased with themselves. The Fat Man put his heavy hand on Jill's breast, flattening it against her chest, and then letting it bounce back up. He did this a few times, admiring the resiliency of that part of her body. Jill's breasts were much bigger than Hilda's, though Hilda's too were larger than the ordinary. Still, the Fat Man, with all the flesh of his own, seemed inordinately attracted to Jill's immense melons.
"This one for me," said the Fat Man. "You take the tigress first." Willy hesitated. He glanced over at Hilda fearfully. She lifted her head from the table and snarled at him, showing her teeth, and allowing a thin trickle of spittle to flow from between her lips. Willy hesitated.
"Go on," said the Fat Man, as he removed his boots and let his pants drop to the floor. "She can't hurt you when she's tied up."
That was true advice and it gave Willy heart. He stood up straight like a new man, kicked off his boots, dropped his pants, and advanced on the naked snarling woman. The Fat Man was on top of Jill and he was fondling her cunt with his fingers. Grotesque as the man was-his fat belly dropped over his genitals like a sack of flour-his attentions to Jill's cunt were having an effect. She was getting wet, and the thought of cock was doing the rest. His cock was already standing up stiff and strong, and it was almost as fat around as he was. Its girth amazed Jill and excited her. It would feel great sliding in between her pussy lips.
Jill raised her buttocks off the table and rotated them in the air. "Do it," she whispered. "I'm hot for you."
"Ah yes," he beamed. He aimed his cock, and jammed it straight into Jill's cunt. But it was hard going because it was so big, and Jill's cunt was still a little bit dry. So he grabbed her by her shoulders, rubbing his gross heavy and very hairy chest against Jill's tremendous, squishy tits, and shoved again as hard as he could. The prick went in, but still not all the way. She he shoved once more with all his power, and again and again, until his dick was buried to the hilt in Jill's cunt.
She wheezed with the pain of the immense dick shoving into her dry cunt. It hurt her but it felt good. As it moved around Jill's cunt began pumping out the necessary-fluids, and the more fluids that came the better it felt. Soon the Fat Man was buck- ing up and down, driving his monster cock into Jill's cunt with the ease of a snake crawling into his hole.
Willy sat astride Hilda, his hard dick waving in the air in front of her. She had beautiful lips, not as juicy and thick as Jill's, but incredibly sexy nonetheless. Her mouth was large and highly expressive. It moved around a lot, and that really turned Willy on. He really wanted to feel those lips around his cock, but he wouldn't dare stick it in her mouth, for he knew as a fact that she would bite it off.
That thought infuriated him. How could she thwart his pleasure so? It really made him mad, real mad, madder than he had ever been. He raised his hand high in the air and his eyes glowed with fury. Then he slapped her, and Hilda's once sweet and innocent face was hurled violently to the side. Her ocean blue eyes bounced in her head like marbles.
He slapped her again and her head rolled the other way. Hilda looked at him with cold hatred. He kept on slapping her until her face was bloody and then, unable to control himself any longer, the sperm shot out of his dick and ran all over Hilda's face, mingling with the blood.
Hilda licked it off her lips, and let her long tongue explore as much of her face as she could reach, licking up Willy's come. "That's you I'm eating Willy. Just like I'm going to eat you for real, later. I'm going to eat your flesh and drink your blood."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Willy stuck his hand into her cunt. He was surprised to find that it was wet, which meant that she was turned on. He grabbed her clitoris between his two fingers and squeezed it, softly at first, just to watch the expression on her face. Yes! There was real pleasure in it, turning gradually to pain as he squeezed harder and harder. He twisted the little piece of female genital flesh in his fingers, until he saw sweat pour out of her forehead, and there was no more pleasure in her eyes, only incredible pain. He wanted to make her scream, but no matter how hard he squeezed, she wouldn't scream.
The Fat Man rolled and tumbled on top of Jill and his weight was oppressive. He made no attempt to support his weight on his elbows or anything like that which might have made it more comfortable for Jill. Rather, he seemed to derive a good deal of his pleasure from letting all of his gross fatness crush and suffocate her, while his fat dick kept churning in and out of her cunt. Jill found it hard to breathe as his fat kept ramming into her mouth and as his massive weight crushed down on her chest so that her lungs could not work properly. Her belly ached from the tremendous weight laying on it and her arms were turning black and blue from the way his body kept on hitting violently against them.
But still she was in throes of ecstasy. What a dick! It filled her as dick had never done before. It made her feel that there was not one part of her cunt that was not absolutely filled to surfeit with massive, hard, manly cock. She lacked nothing! There was almost an overabundance of cock and it was driving her wild.
"Unhhh!" he moaned in her ear, "Ahhh!" and it sounded like an explosion. As soon as Jill felt what seemed like gallons of boiling sperm inundating her cunt, like the Great Flood, she too commenced her orgasm. The table was heaving up and down like Noah's Ark in the heart of the storm, and there was so much weight on it that it was starting to buckle in the middle. Jill's eyes spun and she almost blacked out as her cunt shot off, like pop pop pop, little guns going off all through her body. When the Fat Man finished coming he collapsed like a dead heap of slowly breathing mankind, right on top of Jill.
If someone had walked into the room then he would have seen the Fat Man apparently asleep on a bent table, and never would have guessed that there was a woman lying underneath him.
Willy tapped him on the shoulder. "Time to trade," he said. The Fat Man smiled down at him indulgently.
"Gladly." The Fat Man approached Hilda. She spit at him. "Come, my dear. You might enjoy this." He felt her cunt. "Yes, I think you will. You are excited?"
"I'm excited by the thought of killing you." Hilda spit out.
"I might say the same about you. But first, I want to do this." The Fat Man climbed on top of the table and straddled Hilda's naked form. His dick dangled over her face.
Good, she thought. He's going to have me suck it. I'll suck it; but it will be the last thing anyone ever does with his cock.
It wasn't hard. The Fat Man grasped the cock between his fingers and started to piss. The piss flew down into Hilda's face, landed in a hot yellow stream on her lips and on her chin and her cheeks, and sprayed up in a fine mist. Hilda could not help herself. The warm fluid hit her like a catalyst. She opened her mouth wide, her big beautiful, multiform mouth, and let the piss right in, drinking it down. Her tongue licked up the rest from her lips and chin when he was through. The Fat Man laughed and rubbed the piss around her face with his hands. Then he gave her his fingers to suck. She sucked them, and then she bit.
"Ouch!" he screamed. He lifted his finger to examine it and blood poured out. It was a deep cut. Her teeth were sharp and she had bitten down with surprising strength, evidence of a real will to hurt.
"You are dangerous," the Fat Man said.
Willy too was wild about Jill's tits. He climbed on top of her, placed his dick between those two gorgeous mounds, and started fucking her between the tits, squeezing their fleshy smoothness around his dick and shoving it back and forth with increasing frequency as he felt the climax build.
Jill wished that he was fucking her cunt, but she enjoyed watching the head of his dick as it aimed its tip at her face and as it grew redder and warmer. When ever it came into contact with her nipples Jill found herself growing hot, but it didn't do that often enough for her real pleasure.
When Willy shot his load it all came flying her way and landed in her mouth, on her chin, and all over her face. Lots of come creamed all over her tits too. She eagerly lapped it from her face, wherever her tongue could reach, and Willy's skinny hands rubbed it into her tits, paying especial attention to her nipples, which he massaged slowly and repeatedly. This really turned Jill on and she let Willy know it.
"That feels real good," she said, "Do it some more."
Willy was still really not to get sucked off, and from Jill's behavior he thought that she might be agreeable, so after rubbing her tits for a while and watching her grow hotter and hotter and start to move more and more convulsively, he placed his dick above her mouth.
She reached up for it and he sunk down and sighed with unfeigned relief as Jill's hot mouth and thick lips closed over the top of his cock. She sucked it vigorously, making lots of slurping noises, licking him all over with her tongue. Willy reached behind him, placed his hand in her twat and started playing with her pussy.
That drove Jill wild. She started heaving her buttocks high in the air and wiggling like a fish that had just been hauled from the ocean and thrown in the bottom of a boat.
Her sexy actions turned Willy on even more, so he started ramming his cock into her mouth as though he was fucking a sheep, just in and out, in and out. It was hard for Jill to keep up with this, but she did her best, swirling her lips around his dick in liquid patterns that really got to Willy. His sperm swelled up in the head of his dick and without any warning it all came shooting out. It sprouted from Jill's mouth like oil from a sudden gusher, falling down onto her face, into her eyes, all over the table.
"Suck it more," he moaned. "Suck all the come out of me. Yes! That's right. Now lick it all up. Yeah! Dry me off so I can come again."
Jill did as she was told. It's what she would have done even if she wasn't told. She knew how to suck cock and needed no advice from anyone on that subject.
Abruptly, Willy stepped off of her and began strutting around the room. Damn, Jill thought. These Nazis have fine cocks but they have no consideration. They do nothing to get me off!
She rotated her cunt in the air slowly, feeling the warm air currents of the room blow past, and mingle with the juices of her cunt.
"Oh Willy," she said in as seductive a voice as she could muster under the circumstances, strapped down as she was and all, "Oh Willy, come here again. I've got more for you. Why don't you stick your hard wonderful cock right in her?"
He looked at her with surprise. "Listen. I'll do the commanding around here."
"Satisfy the lady, Willy," the Fat Man said, after climbing off Hilda. After she had bitten him he got mad, and he rained down blow after blow into her face, until the poor girl lay there bloody, and totally unconscious.
"I'll help you," he added. There was anger in his face, and something crazy too. Jill suddenly felt very frightened. He strode over to her, and his heavy legs hit the ground like jack-hammers, causing it to shake. Maybe it was just Jill who was shaking, but to her it felt like the whole room.
"Satisfy the lady! She wants cock. What, your cock isn't ready? Well, she needs it, she needs something. Let's see... " his eyes traveled around the room and Jill trembled. As he stood his own cock grew large and stood up stiffly. Jill wanted it; she wondered why he was looking for anything else when that immense tool was hard and willing.
"Ah," he said, "This should do it!" He stalked back carrying an instrument which Jill had never seen before, though she thought she had seen them all. Its shape immediately grabbed her interest because it was shaped like a dildo, like a prick. But it scared her too, because there was a long cord attached to the end of it and it was glowing brightly with an unearthly shade of red. He handed it to Willy. "Shove it in," he said. "I'll make sure she likes it." The Fat Man bent low over Jill and started sucking vigorously on her tits, taking as much of each tit as he could into his immense, gluttonous mouth, a mouth wide enough to swallow whole turkeys, which it undoubtedly had.
'Willy shoved the instrument into Jill's cunt and it went in easily because she was so excited and wet down there. She just spread her knees a little, grunted with pleasure, and let it slide right in until it disappeared totally within her and Willy's hand followed. Jill shivered with delight and swerved around on the table in throes of joy, letting the artificial prick drive her wild.
The Fat Man stopped sucking her tits and walked off. Suddenly she heard him cry, "Get your hand out of there Willy," and Willy immediately pulled his hand out and jumped a few yards across the room. Jill heard a loud buzzing noise and then she felt as though she were lighting up like a Christmas Tree.
Her body felt like it was exploding, like electricity was running, not through it, but into it and staying there. This was no electricity going through her. It was doing something to her. Jill felt like the whole atomic and molecular structure of her body was changing, being altered by these fiends for some reason known only to themselves.
"Stop!" she cried. "Please stop!" But her body kept shaking so it sounded like, "Sto-o-o-p- Pleeeeze... Stopopopopopopop!"
The Fat Man and Willy broke out into loud laughter. The shaking was doing it to her. The fluids were running out of her body, coming out of every orifice like wet rats running from a sinking ship. Her cunt was sending out gusher after gusher of sex juices. Her eyes watered and her ears dripped pus. Spit ran from her mouth and welled up in her throat like hot springs. It came out of her nose as well. Then she felt hot wet shit drip out of her ass.
"Stop! Stop! What are you doing to me?!"
They just laughed all the more and slapped each other on the back, almost falling to the floor with laughter. Willy's dick was now as hard and as stiff as the Fat Man's and he wanted to do something with it. Jill of course was out of bounds but Hilda was still there. He leaped on top of her body and thrust his dick into her cunt and started banging away. He rose and fell on her full chest, sweating and swearing like a maniac.
"Had enough my dear?" queried the Fat Man. But Jill couldn't answer. Everything was happening to her, more sensations than she had ever before felt at one time, as all the passages, all the entrances and exits of her were simultaneously exploding. Her orgasm grabbed her suddenly and sent her reeling up and down so that the table almost broke beneath her.
The Fat Man wanted a piece of this action. He raced across the room to where the controls were and shut them off. The machine inside Jill's cunt stopped buzzing. Her body was no longer full of mysterious electrical forces. All was quiet. She collapsed on the table, apparently dead.
The Fat Man had another idea, a real killer of an idea. He wanted to see her body wet, he wanted to see her body floating in the water, in deep water, water running into her orifices where her body fluids had just run up. He wanted to see her body bloated with water, water running down her throat, water not drowning her, not yet, but filling her up, bloating her belly, making her legs fat, her arms like balloons, making her suddenly explode!
It could be done. There was a room here, here in this marvelous superhuman laboratory, where such a thing would be possible. What a thrill!
He came back and untied Jill. She still lay apparently unconscious. There was no movement in her body, not a flicker of an eyelash, no sign of life save for a small pulse and her tits heaving slightly upwards with her pained breathing.
The Fat Man heaved the unconscious girl across his shoulder and started carrying her across the room, panting with the unaccustomed exertion. The water treatment! He carried Jill into a nearby laboratory and flung her into a tub.
The jerk woke her up. Jill slowly opened her eyes and quietly, without being observed, watched the Fat Man begin the preparations for what he planned as Jill's tortured death. Jill didn't know what he was doing, but it frightened her anyway. He was attaching hoses and dials, monstrous appendages that carried flowing water, thick bulbous tubes. When the Fat Man turned around Jill closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt something at the entrance of her cunt, something big and round and cold. It was painfully cold. After the treatment which Jill's cunt had just received, it was in a state of curious excitation and it was particularly susceptible to changes in pressure and temperature. The feeling of cold made her jump, but just a little, because she wanted to hold it in, to make the Fat Man think that she was still unconscious. That way he wouldn't tie her up. The last thing Jill wanted was to be tied up, for she had decided, finally and positively, that she was going to escape from this torture tonight, escape or be killed trying.
She felt the long hose being shoved into her cunt, past the labia and into her inner regions. Despite herself Jill felt pleasure.
The feeling was exquisite. As Jill was forced by circumstances, the Fat Man leering with unholy joy and staring into her face, to keep her eyes closed during this whole procedure, a dream state, a half-awake state combined of daydream and sensual imagining, was easy to come by. It slowly took over her mind, and while it did not succeed in wholly driving out and replacing Jill's fervent desire to escape, it did succeed in temporarily lessening the force of that decision, and replaced it instead with pure animal bliss.
Jill did not yet know that the warm fluid which was now circulating with so much vigor and sensuality through her cunt would soon be pouring in through all of her bodily orifices.
The way the water ran through her cunt Jill felt that she was a fountain in a public park, though a rather lewd public park. The water gushed out of her cunt and flowed all over her body. Soon her tits were wet, caressed by the warm fluid. The nipples grew stiff under the sexual yearnings which the water provoked. The water flowed all around her and began to fill up the tub. Jill's tits floated on the water, the two immense globes like two balls floating downstream.
Jill felt hands on her tits, and despite her best efforts, she could no longer maintain the fiction of being unconscious. The hands squeezing her wet tits were too much of a turn on. Jill moaned softly, and opened her eyes slowly, looking down at her tits. She saw a huge hand fondling them, first one and then the other, squeezing the nipples between its fat fingers, and then cupping the breasts, letting the flesh flow out between the fingers as the hand pressed and molded the tit like clay. Then she looked past the hand at the Fat Man, and noticed a horrible expression on his face that immediately frightened her and erased any good feelings in her body, replacing them with abject terror and fear for her life.
It was that kind of murderous expression, and in his other hand the Fat Man held another tube, and it too spouted hot water. Jill tried to struggle up, to fight him off, but he was too much for her. The hand that was on her tit tightened its grip until her poor tit ached with the pain of being squeezed and twisted. And then he shoved her backwards, pushing her down into the deep water. It covered her chin, her mouth, her nose, her forehead.
Jill struggled like a wild beast, knowing that if she failed she would immediately drown. Her desperation gave her strength enough to get her head above water, but she was still in his grip, still in his power. The Fat Man was just toying with her. He laughed a heavy laugh that came from somewhere deep inside of him, and as he laughed there was no mirth on his face and neither his lips moved nor his cheeks. It was a dead laugh.
The water gushed into her cunt now with much greater force and Jill no longer felt any pleasure in it. It was no longer like a cock but more like a machine that was dredging her cunt like a harbor. It hurt. The hot needles of water, getting hotter every second as the water ran faster and faster and under greater and greater pressure, hit her cunt with painful effect, feeling like shot needles shooting deep into the soft inner flesh of her cunt. And the water burned like boiling oil inundating her cunt.
Jill squirmed with pain and cried out loudly, but it was no use. She suddenly realized this was it for her. This pain was too intense to be anything but the pain of death. Unless she got out of the tub quick, Jill knew that she would die in it.
"Please," she cried, "No! Don't! Anything! But turn off the water! On! It's eating me up! Oh!"
Her words were no use. She didn't think they would be, but Jill could not stop herself, could not stop screaming out with pain and torment. The pain demanded some release, and her voice was all that remained to her.
Then the Fat Man plunged the other hose into her mouth. Hot water cascaded into her mouth, burning her tongue, singing the smooth inner skin of her throat, making her teeth chatter. Her nose ached, her whole head swirled with the pain of the hot water coursing into from both ends now.
She opened her mouth wide to let the water flow right out, and she tried to close up her throat so that it would not flow down inside of her. Jill did not know what the Fat Man's ultimate aim was by this water torture, but she instinctively realized that the water was tearing her apart. She felt it pushing with unbearable pressure against the walls of her cunt, like a fire hose being shot into her, and she felt that her cunt was about to ripped apart, that the water was going to flow past the destroyed walls of her cunt and start filling up her whole belly, her whole body. And now she felt that unless she stopped it, the water would flow down her throat with the same intense and mechanical force, and fill her up from that end as well. She would explode!
But she couldn't keep her throat closed. She could not keep the water from flowing down into her. It pressed past her teeth, almost blasting them apart. It immersed her both inside and out, huge gushes of water, like geysers, forcing their way through her, as though Jill was just a lifeless pipe, a water main in some small city. It was as though a dam had burst and was flowing right through her. The water was unstoppable. It was everywhere. It was everything.
Her cunt suddenly exploded in wave after wave of orgasm. Her whole body responded to the hot water that was flowing through her in a totally non-psychological, purely physiological way. Jill knew that the water was going to kill her if it did not turn off, but her body didn't All it knew was that hot fluids were descending on it, caressing it, doing things to it which it had never felt before.
Jill's body shuddered in the water as though an electric current were passing through it. It was as though a new, magical power had gripped her. Jill's body took over. All fear was gone, replaced by sensual, bodily ecstasy But her body too had a sense of self preservation, and her body was strong, stronger than Jill knew. In the midst of its orgasm, as wave only feeling, her arms struck out, wildly and violently, swinging up and to the side. They rammed into the side of the Fat Man's head. They set his ears to ringing with pain. Infuriated, the Fat Man turned up the pressure on the nozzles. He expected Jill's body to be immediately burst asunder, but she was made of sterner stuff than the Fat Man had imagined.
Her legs kicked out, made contact with the Fat Man and knocked him from his perch on the side of the tub. As he fell, the hose fell with him. He hit the hard tile floor with a crash, made worse by his exorbitant weight, and the hot water from the hose began to run over him. He howled in pain and struggled to his feet, but the water made the floor slippery, so he fell, with another huge crash.
With the water no longer flowing through her mouth, and with her orgasm coming to an end, Jill looked up, and no longer saw the Fat Man heaving his weight on top of her. Her soul immediately lightened. She saw a chance, a good chance, that she might live. And also, and perhaps more importantly, that she might escape.
Swiftly, Jill got to her feet, wrenching the hose from her cunt. The hot water still all around her, but after all the punishment she had been through, Jill was virtually impervious to pain. She felt herself very strong, strong with an almost superhuman force. And she wanted to escape!
The Fat Man struggled up, fighting his way up from the slippery floor, trying to get his hands out of the hot water that was scalding them. Jill looked on him with sudden hatred as her body stood over his, her legs spread wide, her hands on her hips, her breasts standing out proudly from her chest. Sneering at him, Jill kicked him in the shoulder with her foot. Down the Fat Man went, and he groveled at her feet. The hot water was getting hotter every minute and his hands, soft and pudgy from years, from a whole lifetime, of easy living, of eating and not working, of sensual excess, were being eaten away and blistered.
Jill was suddenly seized with an inspiration. She noticed how much pain the hot water was causing the Fat Man and realized that he was particularly susceptible to heat. The passion for revenge inflamed her. She wanted to punish all of the Nazis for the pain they had caused her, but as the Fat Man was the only Nazi within her reach, he would have to do. She seized the other hose, through which scalding water was still pouring out, faster and faster every second, and thus hotter and hotter. As she picked up the hose a bit of the water, just a few drops, flowed for an instant over Jill's fingers and she yelped with pain. Her fingers turned beet red where the hot water had touched them. Jill realized that if this hose were still inside of her now she would surely be dead. That thought made her even madder, and put her resolve for revenge into immediate action.
Jill grabbed the hose and brought it down to the Fat Man's face. He was still slipping and sliding on the hot floor, trying to get up but totally unable to do so because whenever he touched the ground and tried to push his way up, he either slipped, or was burned.
With vengeful glee Jill aimed the hot spout at the Fat Man's eye. The water flowed into it. He screeched with unbearable pain and the sound of his screaming was like the last torments of the dead. His eye turned red, all red, as the bloodshot lines spread out and became patches, and then became the whole eye.
The Fat Man's one remaining eye glared up at Jill balefully. She directed the hose at it too. There was no mercy in her. She was a cold-blooded Nazi killer now, and felt like she had always been one. As she tormented the Fat Man, the pleasure was so intense and so, somehow, familiar, that it seemed to Jill that she had been tormenting and killing Nazis her whole life. The intensity of the experience was blotting out her whole past, and this present moment now seemed to be it, to be forever.
He howled with pain as the water ran in and around his eye, and then he saw no more. Jill's cunt was burning with lust. The excitement was intense, but it did not disable her, as her excitement had always done before. Now, her sexuality had the opposite effect. It made her more efficient, more aware of everything that was going on around her. Her sexuality made her a killer.
The Fat Man blubbered around helplessly on the floor, cursing Jill and all her race and reaching out for her with his fat helpless hands, hoping to strangle the life out of her.
Jill laughed. Little chance he had!
"Damn you! Jewish bitch! Scum! Cunt!" His open mouth seemed so obscene that Jill could do but one thing. She directed the flow of the scalding hot water into his mouth. The water was now so hot that as soon as it hit the air it turned to boiling steam. The steam shot into his gaping, screaming, loud mouth, and then his mouth was quiet, quiet like the grave. But he still screamed!
Again she hosed him. The Fat Man was crawling about on all fours, like a dog. The hot water shot all over his hand. It raised into the air and jerked, as if by its own volition, as the skin turned bright red and then began to peel off. The sight excited Jill even more. Her cunt began exuding warm fluids of lust. But she did not forget what her purpose was. The sexual feeling only increased her wrath against the Nazis. The sexual feeling was her wrath.
She poured the hot fluid against his other hand, and he fell onto the floor as his hands could no longer support his weight. He heaved himself up, until he was kneeling before her in a state resembling supplication. But Jill's heart did not go out to the Fat Man. She just remembered all she had suffered, all that others like her had suffered. And she remembered the tales she had heard from her mother about the Nazis in Germany, and she realized that the Fat Man was undoubtedly one of those Nazis. Now she finally believed all of her mothers stories, believed every word and every letter of them. How she believed! And now she wanted to make the Nazis pay for all of their heinous crimes.
The water shot down all over the Fat Man's fat head. His ears turned bright ruby red. His hair scalded away. He screamed and screamed but no sound came out. His tongue was no longer operative, but he could not stop screaming, silently, with great pain. The Fat Man pitched forward and lay prone on the floor, twitching. Within moments, during which Jill watched him closely while exquisite thunderbolts shot throughout her body, he was dead.
Suddenly Jill remembered Hilda. "Hilda!" she called, dropping the hose and running frantically into the other room. There she saw a strange scene. Willy was on top of Hilda, his body laying across hers, his prick seemingly buried in her cunt. But he was not fucking her, he was not grunting with ecstasy, he was not moving his hips back and forth, his ugly hands were not caressing and kneading and tormenting Hilda's flesh. He was not moving at all.
Jill ran up close and then she saw Hilda looking at her. Hilda's eyes were wild, happy, satisfied, proud. As Jill got closer she saw a stream of blood flowing out of Willy's neck. She knew why he was not moving. He was dead. He would never move again, until he was pursued by the Angles of God.
"I couldn't reach him with my hands," said Hilda, slowly and softly but with evident pride, "so I got him with my teeth. What a fool he was! He thought I was helpless!" Here her eyes clouded over a little with the glorious memory. "God how I came! He thought he was making me come, but it was only anticipation. And then, as he buried his head against me, and he pumped furiously away, running his dick into me as hard as he could, and I bucked my pelvis up to receive his cock, and plunged my teeth into his neck-it was the most fantastic orgasm I've ever experienced! When his blood gushed out! It was heavenly! It was fantastic! The Nazi swine! I wish I could kill them all! Eat them up and spit them out!"
Hilda spit some of the Nazi's blood from her mouth. Her whole face was covered with the warm red fluid.
Jill bent over her and undid the knots that held her against the table. "Come on," Jill said. "We've got to get out of here. This is our chance. With Willy dead, there will be no guard until the change of shift."
"I'm ready," said Hilda. "Let's go."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It had been relatively easy to get past the laboratory and into the main yard of the camp. It was eerie being outside, for the first time in what seemed like weeks. It had been easy to lose track of time while locked up. The two young woman were dressed in some black robes they had found in the laboratory. Of course everything had been made much easier by the use of Willy's keys.
The night was cold and it whipped up between their legs, up under their robes. The women ran quickly and silently, knowing that there were guards patrolling, but not knowing where. Their breath came rapidly both from fear and from running, but they were determined to get away.
Up ahead Jill saw something, and she slowed down. Was it a guard? Hilda slowed down too, and the two crept forward slowly through the night. It seemed like a mist in front of them-some sort of poison gas!
No! It was the fence, the wire mesh fence! Jill smiled and her body throbbed with hope. Hilda put her hand on Jill's shoulder and rested it there, as though for comfort.
"Barbed wire," Hilda said. "See, there's barbed wire on top!"
"The fence is high," said Jill. "But we'll get over." The two girls stood there and stared at the fence, trying to figure out their next move.
They heard footsteps. A guard was coming. The heavy steps proclaimed them to be boots, heavy Nazi jackboots, coming their way, step by military step.
"Let's hide," said Jill softly.
"Not on your life," said Hilda, and there was a cold deadly edge to her voice. The Nazi came closer. Jill and Hilda crouched low. Closer. Very close. They could see the outline of his form now, a dark mass strutting past.
Hilda leaped at him and wrestled him quickly to the ground, her soft feminine hand hard and deadly as it pressed down on his mouth, and her other hand had him around the throat. Hilda straddled the fallen soldier. He could smell the lust oils from her cunt, which was just inches from his nose. He could also smell the hatred, which poured out of her like musk oil from an oxen on the prowl.
Jill too leaped upon him and sat upon him heavily to keep him down. Hilda leaned over his face, her face inches away, and she hissed, "Take us to the gate. Let us out."
"No!" said Jill, whispering into Hilda's ear. "He'll turn us in."
"He won't turn us in," Hilda replied, deliberately loud enough for the frightened soldier to hear. Not if he ever wants to use this again."
Hilda reached around, unzipped his fly, and pulled out the soldier's prick. It was small and wilted due to the cold and to his fear. But Hilda worked on it, pulling it up and pushing it around with her hand, and it got hard like a staff.
"Stand up," she ordered him. She held a knife right under his prick, a sharp scalpel that looked and felt deadly, one of the surgical instruments which the woman had grabbed from the lab.
"Take us out of here, or I'll cut it off. And eat it," she added, to scare him and to give her words real effect.
"Yes. Yes. Sure. But please, please, don't cut!" he whined to her piteously.
She moved her hand a little and blood dripped from his prick. Just a little cut, but it hurt.
"There'll be more," Hilda said, "if you trick us."
He lead the way, Hilda walking close beside him, and Jill following, looking all about for any signs of other guards.
"This is it," he said. It was a gate. He unlocked it. Jill's pulse beat heavily as she looked out and saw nothing but dark forest. Hilda stood there with the knife against his prick.
"Come on," said Jill. "Let's go."
"Alright," Hilda said, her eyes on his prick. Just let me... "She cut. She did not cut all the way, just a healthy knick , the prick gushed blood. Her hand on his face kept the Nazi from screaming. His face went totally white, all at once, as though the blood that flowed from the gash in his prick came straight from his face. He fell to the ground in a swoon.
As the girls raced away Jill said, "You didn't have to cut it off."
"I didn't," said Hilda. "I didn't have the heart. It was such an attractive prick. Besides, I'm not a sadist, like they are. I'm not a Nazi, though I am a German. All German's are not Nazis."
"I know," said Jill.
"Cutting him made him faint and let us escape. He won't be up and around for a while, and by then we will be gone, long gone."
The two girls ran off into the night and disappeared from sight. When morning came to the Nazi encampment they were long gone.
