Bestiality should be no surprise in a Nazi concentration camp. The Germans reduced humanity to a shell in the camps, and then lowered humanity to something less than animal. Everyone was touched by it-the prisoners, the guards, the Jews, the German people themselves. Such acts are an infection that grows and spreads.
When men and women become less than animals, used and abused sexually at the merest whim, then the users and abusers become less than animals too.
Books such as this are a reflection of man's own hell on earth. They kindle, or should kindle the fear of eternal damnation, if not later, now!
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Ilona Weisz shuddered as the mass of humanity crowded into the railroad car were freed. It was a cool September night. For ten hours, she and the other prisoners had been jammed into the clacking freight car.
Her nostrils were filled with the scent of sweating bodies, the overwhelming odor of excrement. At times Ilona had thought she would faint. Several of the other prisoners had already slumped to the floor and Ilona suspected they were dead, suffocated in the press of bodies.
At the unloading platform adjacent to the concentration camp, the sickening smell of burning flesh swept through the car. The frightening realization that it was really happening to her made Ilona draw her light top coat tighter against her body to hide inside the protective covering.
Ilona had heard the sinister whispers of the brutality at the S.S. run concentration camps. Of the degradation and horror in the crematoriums.
Her legs were stiff from the long confinement in the packed box car. Outside, guards with guns and ragged inmates with whips prodded the prisoners off the train and into the barbed wire encampment. Huge searchlights played over the unfortunate group.
"Schnell, Schnell!" the commands in German were shouted, demanding the prisoners to hurry.
AUSCHWITZ! The sign outside the boxcar made Ilona tremble. She had heard stories about the camp nobody ever came back from.
She was herded out of the boxcar with the others and was forced to remove her clothes in front of the leering guards. Men and women were separated into two lines that passed a desk where a clerk took their names and another clerk tattooed a number on their arms.
Ilona shivered a little from the cold and the embarrassment of being naked and the fear. Mostly the fear. A black coated camp officer was staring at her naked body, his eyes probing her bare breasts and exposed crotch.
Ilona Weisz was a Hungarian Jewess. She was twenty-eight with the lithe body of an eighteen-year-old. When her family had been arrested, her husband and two children had been shoved into another truck and she hadn't seen them again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp tingling pain of the tattoo needle etching numbers in her arm.
As Ilona moved with the flow of the line, the officer eyeing her pushed his riding crop across her tits. She stopped, her nipples mushrooming at the unexpected sting of leather across her breast flesh.
"I want to interrogate this prisoner!" he said.
"Jawhol, Obersturmbannfuhrer!"
A German soldier pushed Ilona out of the line. The officer turned on his heel and walked out of the building. The soldier put his hand on her. She followed and the cool September night made her shiver again. Ilona doubted the officer's intentions to question her.
Her large round breasts with the deep valley between them held his attention while she was being processed.
In spite of two children, Ilona managed to keep her figure. Her stomach was still flat, dipping into the inviting hairy mound between her thighs.
They moved into a large stone building. The officer passed into a large, bare, cell-like room. The only furniture was a table and a chair. Fastened into the wall were four shackles.
"If you would be so kind as to step against the wall!" the officer said.
Ilona looked at the table and saw an assortment of cruel instruments of torture. She realized she was going to be interrogated, but not in any standard way. Terror filled her body and she turned to flee.
The guard in back of her struck her in the stomach with the butt of his gun. She gasped in pain as she doubled over. She never experienced such sharp pain. Ilona's mouth worked in silent movement, sucking in air. Tears of pain filled her eyes.
Her body was half carried, half dragged towards the wall. The jab in her stomach reduced her to a semi-docile state. She was slammed up against the wall and her wrists were locked into the manacles.
"No, no!" she protested. The guard shoved her ankles into the metal bracelets and locked them in. He left, closing the door and leaving her alone with the officer.
She watched her intended tormentor playing with the instruments on the table. He wasn't very tall. Light blue eyes shone with wild lustre behind rimless glasses. A slight paunch protruded from his uniform. He had a small round face with pouting sensuous lips.
"Why ... why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was a frightened gasp.
"When I saw you, I knew you were a woman who enjoys sexual pleasure. There is much pleasure in pain. What is more exciting than to have painful sexual pleasure?" he answered. "Nicht wahr?"
She knew by the gleam in his eyes and his answer that she would experience untold pain, never experienced before.
"Please, please!" she pleaded. "What do you want me to do? Whatever you want! I'll do it! Only please, please don't hurt me!"
He chuckled in a sadistic laugh. "But my dear! After I am finished with you, you will do whatever I want regardless."
He reached out and captured her tits in the palm of his hands. Ilona trembled at his touch as her firm round mounds of flesh were hefted. Her tits were squeezed, testing the sensuous resiliency of the erogenous flesh.
Ilona's tits were studded with ruby discs the size of a quarter. Each was studded with a thick nipple. He fastened his lips to one nipple, mouthing it with greedy sucking sounds.
Had Alex, her husband, been sucking on her breasts, Ilona would respond in thrilling approval. Instead, she felt a sickening revulsion. She was an unwilling victim to a rape. It was better to have it done this way than to be subjected to some barbaric torture.
Suddenly, she screamed. He had bitten into her tit just above the areola. She felt his teeth digging into the soft tender flesh of her tit. A sharp lancing pain filled her tit. It shot through her body.
"Ahhrrggg!" Ilona screamed from the biting pain.
He drew his head away and smiled. "Ah! Scream to your heart's content! No one can hear you! Besides, the more you scream, the more we will both enjoy this moment."
Ilona's vision was blurred with tears of pain. "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me? Have mercy! Please, please!" she begged.
She doubted if he would show any signs of compassion. In a desperate bid, Ilona tried to appeal to his sense of decency.
"I have told you what I want! Now let us enjoy ourselves together!"
He took some cord from the table and began to bind her tits with them. The thick cord was twined about her soft breasts in a tight bind. She felt the rope biting into her flesh. Her body shook with sobs. Tears streamed down her face. Her pleas for mercy were ignored.
"My dear!" he said. "This pain is nothing compared to the other pleasures I have planned for you."
A pair of small pincers appeared in his hand. Ilona's eyes widened in horror as he approached her. "No, no!" she screamed. "Oh, please, no!"
His free hand parted the hairy lips of her cunt. "My! What a lovely cunt you have! We will enjoy my fucking it. In the meantime ...!
The voice trailed off as he applied the pincers to the erogenous stem of her clitoris. A hysterical piercing cry tore from her throat. Ilona felt the lancing pain cut into her clitoris and shoot into her brain. It was a torturous sliver of agony that cut into her body.
This man was a fiendish maniac!
An anguished cry ripped from her throat as the excruciating pain filled her tortured clitoris. Her body twisted and writhed in pain. She strained at her shackles in a hopeless effort to tear free. Disoriented phrases poured from her lips.
"No, wo! Stop, Stop! I'm dying, I'm dying! You're killing me! Please, please! I confess, I confess! Whatever you want! Fuck me, fuck me! Tell me what ymt want! I love you, I love you! Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler!"
Her tits felt numb. Ilona forgot about the pain in her breasts. The agony enflaming her cunt made her forget about her tits. She doubted if she could endure any more pain Ilona was ready to confess or do anything to stop the diabolical torture.
In her pain twisted mind, she tried to find some solace in the thought she had committed some sin. At least she could relate this violent abuse as a kind of purgatory!
She shifted about in a wild writhing. Her movements were limited by the confining shackles. Anguished screams stretched the chords of her neck.
Her pelvis jerked as her tormentor shoved three fingers up into her cunt. It felt as though he was trying to rip her cunt open. A volley of loud hysterical cries tore from her lips. Mingled with her cries were tearful emotional pleas of mercy.
The pain became so intense in Ilona's cunt that she passed out. It was a merciful release from the excruciating torture.
There was a sudden sharp explosion in her brain. Like the sharp pop of a fuse breaker.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. A shocking cold dampness brought her back to the world of tormented reality. Ilona shook her head in a dazed attempt to clear her mind.
She realized she had passed out and ice cold water had been poured over her head to revive her. There was a sharp painful throb in her loins. They had taken her off the wall. Instead, she was fastened to a table, face down. Her legs dangled over the edge of the table, making her ass vulnerable to any kind of attack.
"So!" her tormentor exclaimed. He was standing in front of the table, watching her. His thumb and forefinger were clamped to the bottom of a cigarette held in his mouth. "You are back with us again, nein? That is good!"
Ilona looked up at him. Her pain numbed brain cleared and she saw his nude body. It was as ugly as his perverted mind! She saw his paunch uncovered. It was more pronounced. Underneath the bulge of fat hung his prick.
His cock was semi-erect. The thick stem of erogenous flesh stretched into a harder longer shaft of engorged meat.
During her love making with her husband, Alex had taken her many times from behind. Pressing his cock into her twat, he would fit his groin close to the fleshy contours of her ass. Ilona enjoyed fucking this way.
She didn't think this German monster would fuck her this way. A sinking feeling plummeted into her stomach. It landed with an apprehensive thud. Her tormentor moved behind her. His obscene hands grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks.
"No, no! Please! Haven't you done enough to me? Have mercy! Don't do it!" she begged.
"Do what?" he asked. His voice taunted her. "Say it! You do not want me to do what?"
"Please! Don't do anything to my behind!"
He laughed. "Don't be so formal! We are on intimate terms now! I wanted you to tell me what it is you do not want me to do as though you were speaking to your husband or a lover!"
She hated this man with his twisted mind. It was bad enough he had defiled her. Now, he was trying to corrupt her mind.
Ilona knew there would be no respite unless she cooperated. She forced herself to say, "Please, don't fuck me in the ass! I said what you wanted me to say! Please, please, don't hurt me!"
His diabolical laughter echoed in the room. He continued to part her asscheeks. Ilona felt the strain as her asshole was exposed further.
She felt the contact of his cockhead nudge the crinkled sphincter of her ass. Ilona strained at her bonds without success. She wriggled her ass in a futile attempt to avoid eventual penetration of her virgin asshole. Hands gripped her waist, holding her steady.
"Hold still!" he demanded in a threatening voice.
She stopped her wriggling. One hand left a hip to guide the cock into her ass. The invasion of her ass was a gradual incursion. She felt the elastic lips of her sphincter part in grudging surrender.
First, the tip of the cock penetrated the puckered orifice. Her mouth opened and a cry of pain escaped as the thick cock rammed into her anal canal. She felt his shaft embedded into the tender muscles of her rectal sheath.
"No, no! Stop, stop! I have to move my bowels! Take it out, take it out!"
He laughed again. "Don't worry! We'll take care of that later! Enjoy this wonderful moment! You have a lovely ass and it deserves to be fucked!"
Ilona screamed again as his thick cock shuttled in and out of her asshole. It was a rough brutal attack on her tender ass. Each time he jammed his prick deep into her hole, he forced her pelvis into the edge of the table. The wooden edge cut into and irritated her flesh.
The fleshy shaft that pummeled her asshole moved back and forth in deliberate thrusts. She felt his cock sliding back in a slow withdrawal. Just as she thought he was going to take it out, the bone hard flesh was shoved back into the confines of her rectum.
A warm dampness gathered about the perimeter of her asshole. The moisture grew. Soon, it was trickling down the inside of her thighs. That momser had torn her asshole! That sadistic bastard!
It was useless to plead with him. He would only laugh and attempt to hurt her more. One way or another, she decided to survive. She made up her mind to endure the pain and torture. Somehow, she would manage to live to exact retribution for these inhuman acts against her.
The hard cock continued to shift back and forth in coital thrusts. He took great delight in ramming his prick deep into her asshole. Each time, he grunted with pleasure.
The tempo of his thrusts grew faster. Her inclination to shit passed. She was aware only of the pistoning cock in her rectal sheath and the pain. The dull throbbing pain filling her with agonizing torment.
Any moment now and his hot spunk would shoot into her asshole. He would spend his come and she would gain some brief relief. Until he devised some other fiendish torment!
His hands held her hips in a tight grip. Soft guttural grunts emanated from his throat. "Uhhrrr, uhhrrr!" He banged his pelvis into the curved fullness of her soft buttocks with each frantic piston of his cock. With a final shove, he buried his prick into her rectal sheath.
Ilona felt his body shudder as the heavy come spurted out. Deep pulsating throbs sent bursts of the viscous fluid into her hole. She remained in docile patience until the spasming palpitations of his cock subsided.
His prick grew soft inside her ass. When he withdrew his cock, Ilona breathed a sigh of relief. The warm sticky moisture trickling down her thighs made her wonder whether she would receive medical attention.
"What we need to do now is clean you up a little!" he remarked.
For a brief moment, Ilona thought he was showing some signs of consideration.
In her bound position, Ilona was unable to observe his movements behind her. She heard him moving about.
"This should help!" he said.
Her body jerked in reflex action as he inserted a water hose into her abused asshole. She heard him walking away. Seconds later, cold water poured into her rectum, irrigating her colon.
The immediate shock of the cold water sent an electrifying tremor through her. She panicked as the jet of water filled the insides of her rectum. This time, there was no false need to shit. The impromptu enema would make her void her bowels.
"Stop, stop!" she pleaded in plaintive urging. "I have to move my bowels. Please, please! You'll kill me if you don't stop! Then you won't have me to torture anymore!"
Ilona felt the cold liquid filling her asshole and her stomach swelling. She thought she would burst!
The hose was suddenly removed. With the water pressure gone, the dammed up water was released. Watery farts expelled the water from her ass, showering the floor with liquid forms of turds. A thick stream of piss spurted from her cunt.
This humiliating treatment was worse than any torture inflicted upon her, Ilona thought.
To be raped or tortured could be endured with stoic suffering! But this treatment was something she could not forget easily!
He made little gleeful chortles as she expelled piss and shit from her twin orifices. When she was finished voiding her bowels and bladder, Ilona thought he might be through inflicting abuses upon her. She hoped so!
Her legs were covered with excrement while she stood in a pool of feces and urine.
"Ach! What a shame! You are bleeding from your ass! We must do something for you!" he offered.
She dreaded his offer. She doubted the sincerity of his concern. Ilona wondered what he was going to do to stem the bleeding.
He was moving about behind her making some preparation. She heard him approaching. Instinctively, she hunched her shoulders in anticipation of some further abuse.
A scream of agonized pain ripped from her throat. Excruciating fire burned her ass as alcohol was applied to the exposed wound of her ripped asshole. Wave after wave of searing torture washed over her ass and overflowed through her nervous system.
Ilona continued to scream as the alcohol poured over her asshole. She tried to shake free from the table. Her frantic movements shook the table and it shifted in jerky locomotion. The shrieks of pain filled her ears. Her body shuddered in agonized torment.
As she twisted and strained against her bonds, Ilona was sprayed with a forceful stream of cold water. He had the water hose in his hand and was wetting her down.
The cold water neutralized some of the burning sensation of the alcohol. It also washed away the excrement on her legs. She welcomed the cold shower from the hose. This was a gesture of compassion by comparison to the treatment she had received so far.
Turning off the water, he came to her and released her from the table. She squeezed her eyes shut to alleviate the throbbing torment in her body.
Her tits rose and fell with the deep breaths of air she took.
Ilona had difficulty walking. Her knees dipped in a slight bend as she lost momentary control of her legs. Her tormentor grabbed her by arms and jerked her upright. He guided her to the door, opening it.
A soldier snapped to attention when they appeared at the door. "Take this lovely lady to the infirmary. Tell them to take good care of her."
The soldier grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her out of the building. Ilona moved with difficulty. She was thankful she was to receive some kind of medical treatment.
In the open night air, she shivered. Her naked body was covered with beads of cold water. The night air was cold. Her teeth began to chatter as she staggered towards the infirmary.
She had met Obersturmbannfuhrer August Schnermann. She would never forget this first meeting with him. Ilona was certain she would remember any other encounters that would follow!
CHAPTER TWO
In spite of the chilling shivers that shook her body, Ilona was grateful for the opportunity to lie down. She was admitted to the infirmary and assigned a bed and a blanket. At least it was warm in the barracks that served as a kind of hospital. For a brief moment, she hoped for a fatal illness. On reconsideration, she wished for an illness to keep her away from that bastard, Schnermann!
She drifted off to a restless sleep. Ilona's dreams were filled with the recurrence of her tormenting experience. Soft anguished moans tumbled from her lips. She twisted and turned. Her cunt felt the lancing pain induced by the cruel pincers. A tormented cry erupted from her throat.
Ilona jerked upright in bed. She looked about the darkened room in a wild search. Realizing where she was, she returned to sleep.
Her sleep was interrupted by the wild clanging of gongs. She sat up quickly in bed. Her eyes darted about to see what was happening. From the outside of the building came, the clatter of wooden shoes. The camp had come alive in a desperate race to meet death.
Most of the patients stirred in their beds. None of them made an effort to get out.
Ilona had an urge to go to the bathroom. Turning to a woman patient in the bed alongside of hers, she asked, "Where is the bathroom?"
A demented cackle answered her. "You're sleeping in your toilet."
She looked in shocked disbelief at the woman. It was bad enough to be subjugated to inhuman indignities. To allow these captors to reduce her to this woman's state of mind was too much for Ilona. She was determined not to let these Nazis steal away her dignity.
Ilona got out of bed, keeping the blanket wrapped about her naked body. Her ass and cunt ached from the abuse of the previous night. She was almost at the door to the ward.
A cautious whisper warned her. "Pssst! If you go through that door, you may be shot or worse. Better to go back to bed and do what you have to. It won't be as painful."
She looked at the shrivelled remains of an emaciated man. Her face reflected her determination to ignore his admonition.
"There is a guard outside the door to prevent escapes. If he doesn't shoot you, he will see that you are punished for malingering!"
Ilona stopped. Hoping for some kind of recuperative rest, she returned to her bed. Embarrassed, she voided her bladder. She felt the warm liquid wetting her thighs and ass. The urine soaked into the mattress.
An insistent nudge in her stomach reminded her she was hungry. She wondered when breakfast would be served and what it would be.
At six thirty, the door opened and an orderly trundled in a large cart. He was escorted by a soldier carrying a machine gun. Ambulatory patients came to the cart to get rations for themselves and the bedded patients. A man brought her a cup of hot weak tea and a small piece of bread.
It wasn't a lavish repast but Ilona was grateful for it. Her stomach still grumbled, dissatisfied with the fare.
An hour later, a medical orderly, an inmate, and a German doctor entered the room. They stopped at the bed of the man who warned her about leaving the ward. The other inmate with the doctor appeared to be a doctor as well. Only, a prisoner!
From, the discussion during the examination, Ilona learned the emaciated man was to be removed. The three men continued down the line, examining the patients on the other side of the room. Some of the patients were allowed to remain. Others were ordered to return to duty. Some were selected to be exterminated.
The German doctor was summoned by a soldier to leave for service outside the building. The prisoner doctor paused in front of Ilona's bed.
He smiled at her. "What is your name and what seems to be your problem? You look healthy enough!"
She fought back the urge to give him a sarcastic answer. "My name is Ilona Weisz. The Obersturmbannfuhrer sent me here after a little discussion last night."
The doctor gave her a knowing nod. His face softened in a sympathetic frown. "Yes! I've had the professional experience of treating some others interrogated by him. My name is Doctor Miklos Karaly. Let's see how bad it is."
He pulled back the blanket to examine her. The rope marks on her tits were still there. There was slight discoloration about the areola where she had been bitten.
Dr. Karaly's hands were gentle as he examined her cunt and ass. He took a jar of ointment from the orderly and coated her genitals with it. He checked her heart and blood pressure. A thermometer was pushed between her lips. Looking at the thermometer, Dr. Karaly told the orderly, "This patient has 103 temperature. Mark it down on the chart."
Ilona didn't feel feverish. She understood what he was doing. For this little gesture, she was grateful to him. "I'll check you later on," he said and continued with the examinations of the remaining patients.
"Thank you!" she said.
Later in the day, a female nurse visited her. She handed Ilona a coarse striped gown. "Dr. Karaly wishes to see you."
She hoped the doctor would save her from further abuse from Schnermann. The lie about her temperature seemed an attempt to do so.
In a small room off the ward was the doctor's office. He nodded and the nurse left them alone.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I tried to keep you here a few days. I have my orders to release you. I'll try again. In the meantime, let me give you some advice. Don't give these animals any reason to send you to our little shower room. Don't trust or confide in anyone. Keep believing that one day this nightmare will be over. Let's hope we both survive!"
Ilona was about to say something but the door opened. A German soldier entered. "Macht schnell!" he ordered. He gestured towards the door with his rifle. She walked out and the soldier followed her.
She had her first glance of the camp. The huge watchtowers standing like awesome sentinels over the camp. Large posts with barbed wire strung between them, the high voltage fences. Red brick buildings set in orderly rows.
The prisoners walking about in ill fitting garb with their shaven heads and death-like appearance. Ilona was determined not to become one of them.
The soldier grabbed her by an arm and pulled her towards one of the buildings. He brought her in and exchanged words in German with an orderly. The orderly grinned lewdly, replied in German, and the two laughed.
A shudder rippled down her spine. Ilona felt their malevolent laughter had an ominous tone. The orderly took her to a room and knocked on the door. Opening the door, he pushed her into a room and closed the door.
Ilona sucked in her breath in a silent gasp. Schnermann was standing in the room, naked. A large rope was suspended from the ceiling. A young girl, about eighteen years old, hung suspended from the ropes by her wrists. She stood on her toes to relieve some of the pressure on her arms.
The girl's body was covered with purplish-green bruises. There were bleeding welts interlaced over the bruises. A puddle of urine was about her toes. Her eyes were closed. Ilona didn't know whether the girl was unconscious or trying to shut out the agony of the torture inflicted upon her.
"The doctor reported you were ill and unable to participate in any special exercises," Schnermann said. "I don't believe him. However, I am a compassionate man. Today, I will let you rest. In the meantime, you can watch while I teach this Jewish bitch a little respect!"
Ilona had no idea what this poor girl's crime was. Possibly being unfortunate to be a prisoner at this camp!
Schnermann picked up a mechanical affair with a wire attached to both ends. He pushed one end into the girl's snatch. He pushed a button on a small box held in his hand.
A blood curdling scream tore from the girl's throat. Her body thrashed about, jerking like, an animated marionette. She bounced up and down on her toes, screaming and pleading for mercy.
Ilona's body trembled with an involuntary shudder at the barbaric sight. This was some kind of electrical equipment sending shocks into the young girl's body.
For a moment, Ilona wanted to plead for the victim's release. A sixth sense warned her to remain quiet. Any attempt to intervene could result in disastrous consequences for herself.
The body continued to twist and writhe in frantic gyrations. Heart rendering screams filled the room as the girl cried out in agonized shrieks.
Ilona noticed Shcnermann's hard-on. His finger released the button on the box.
"Come here!" he ordered Ilona. She moved towards him in a hesitant walk. She had already sampled some of his diabolical diversions. It was terrifying! Seeing the girl instead of her being tortured was a small consolation.
Ilona anticipated Schnermann's intentions. He probably intended to fuck her. That was better than being in the girl's place!
"Get down on your knees and suck my prick!" he demanded. "And see that you do a good job! Or you can change places with Eva here! And swallow my come!"
Sucking cocks was not a new experience for Ilona. She and her husband had oral sex. It had been a beautiful emotion. Taking Schnermann's prick in her mouth would be something perverse and disgusting. Her obedience was prompted by fear and a desire to survive.
Yet, lurking in the back of her mind was another reason for obeying his demands. Ilona found herself infected by his perverse nature. She was looking to accept any punishment meted out to her. If she could endure any pain or humiliation inflicted upon her without surrendering, it would be a victory over her tormentor.
She knelt down in front of him. Her eyes gazed upon the thick piece of hardened flesh. This was the formidable cock that had violated her ass the previous night! For a quick second, Ilona wanted to grab his balls and squeeze them until he fainted. To kill this vicious animal so that he would not inflict further cruelty upon others.
Doing this would only sign her death warrant. Besides, his successor could be worse! Having Schnermann dead would defeat her purpose.
Instead, she captured the base of his stiff prick and guided it to her pursed lips. Her mouth parted and the ruby crown passed into the warm damp confines. She moved his prick deeper into her oral cavern.
Her tongue made strong sweeping licks over the entrapped cockhead. She swept the oral brush along the shaft of Schnermann's cock.
Ilona decided to attempt a good blow job. If she could please Schnermann, she might escape being abused. She was counting on his acceptance of sex with her rather than some painful torture.
Her lips curled over her teeth, sheathing them. The oral clamp was pressed tight over the shaft. Not hard to hurt the sensitive prick! Just enough pressure to hold the hard-on in a secure grip.
His cock was pushed and pulled between her lingual vise in slow pistoning strokes. She alternated the movements by using her mouth to produce the same effects.
Her cheeks puffed up as she blew his prick from her mouth in a slow withdrawal. The cheeks sank inward when his prick was vacuumed back.
She withdrew his cock from her mouth. Flattening her tongue, Ilona drew the oral spatula along the length of his cock. It brushed up and down from the base to the crown in deliberate sensuous licks.
Reaching his balls, she cupped the hairy skinned agates. She laved his balls with heavy saliva. With gentle nips, she nibbled on his balls.
"MmmHmm!" he murmured in approval. "You know how to suck cock good!"
In spite of her loathing of this man, Ilona found herself pleased by his favorable comment. It meant she was succeeding in her plan.
She tensed and shuddered as Eva cried out in painful agony. Ilona heard the body jerking against the rope. Schnermann was sending shocking jolts through the young girl's body again!
Ilona placed his cock back into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the rib of the crown in tantalizing licks. Curling her tongue about the shaft in sensual swirls, she continued to tease his erogenous flesh.
Her tongue pressed against the pee-hole. She blew her soft breath over his cock. Schnermann's prick quivered.
Ilona held his prick and pumped it in and out of her clamped lips in a quick cadence. He matched the tempo of her movements. His hips rocked back and forth sending his cock in frenzied coital thrusts.
She knew by his movements that his orgasm was imminent. Eva screamed louder and more often, accompanying Schnermann's penis strokes. Like a cheer leader urging on an athlete's drive!
His spasms began, heralding the onset of his climax. Ilona felt the pulsations in her mouth just as the cream-like aliment poured out. He had a strong salty come with a slight bleachy flavor.
The force and thickness of his come almost caused her to gag. Ilona kept her lips fastened to his flowing fleshy spigot. She kept swallowing, letting his creamy come trickle down her throat. Her lips gnawed on his prick in milking nibbles as the climactic throbs in his cock died down. She drained out the last vestiges of his come in soft slurping sounds.
Releasing his softened dong, Ilona waited for additional praise from her tormentor.
"Very good!" he said. "I may let you suck all my officers off."
Schnermann gave a little tug and the imbedded instrument in Eva's cunt came free. Ilona was happy that for the moment, Eva received some respite. His remark struck a fearful chord in her body. She was learning how to cope with Schnermann. Having a large group of men subject her to various abuses frightened her. Perhaps he said it for the purpose of leasing her! For whatever reason he said it, it unserved her. She tried not to show her reaction. "Let us see if our little Eva has learned her lesson. We will take her down and she can suck me off," he said.
" Schnermann unfastened her wrists. Eva collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor. "Suck my cock!" he demanded. "And do a good job!"
The young girl made a feeble attempt to get to her knees. She fell back. Her body shook with tearful sobs.
"Please, no more, no more! I can't move!"
Schnermann handed Ilona a whip. "Here! Beat some sense into this piece of shit! My arm is tired! And see that you make her scream! If you don't do a good job, I'll have you flogged by my staff to teach you how to whip someone!"
Ilona took the whip with reluctance. She didn't mind Schnermann inflicting some painful punishment upon her. Having to abuse some other human being made her feel sick. She didn't think she was capable of such cruelty.
Her fingers closed about the handle of the whip. An uneasy feeling caused a churning in the pit of her stomach. Ilona raised the whip and brought the lash down sharply across the girl's body. Eva cried out!
"That's the way! Harder, harder!" Schnermann demanded.
Ilona looked into his eyes. A wild lustful gleam shone in his eyes.
She brought the whip down again and again. Fwhttt! Fwhttt! It whistled through the air, striking Eva's bruised flesh. Eva's body jerked under the two blows of the whip. Each time, she cried out in an agonized scream, punctuating her anguished tears.
Schnermann urged Ilona. "That's it! Harder and faster! Make her know she is getting a beating!"
Ilona found herself caught up with the contagious sadism of her perverted instructor. As much as she tried to resist, she found herself caught up with a fever of excitement. For a change, she was inflicting punishment on some poor hapless soul.
Her pulse quickened and her heart began beating faster. She felt a warm flush flooding her cheeks.
Ilona's arm rose and fell as she swung the whip harder and faster.
Eva's shrill screams of pain were ignored. Suddenly, her body stopped twitching and she became silent. Ilona stopped beating the prone body. For the first time since she began beating the unfortunate Eva, Ilona wondered whether she had killed her.
"You may stop now!" Schnermann remarked. "There's no point in beating her anymore. She's fainted. She can't appreciate pain anymore! In the meantime, while we wait for her to become conscious again, you can provide some entertainment for me."
She waited like a dumb animal waiting to be slaughtered. He placed the plug of his shock instrument into her pussy. Ilona tensed. She had seen the effects on Eva and dreaded the moment when the button would be pushed.
Schnermann pressed the button, sending an impulse into her cunt. She sucked in her breath in a hard hiss as the shock filled her twat. A constant jolt passed through her cunt. Ilona twitched and writhed as the electrical pulsations caused her agonizing discomfort.
Biting into her lip, she tried to endure the torment of the curel instrument imbedded in her snatch. Ilona couldn't restrain the involuntary jerks of her body. Her lip started to bleed. Groans of anguish seeped through her clinched lips.
The torment stopped. She watched his finger leave the button. He pressed the button again in a series of quick jabs. His action sent a series of rhythmic jolts into her quim. Her hips bucked as the tormenting current caused her to react.
A low groan emanated from the crumpled body on the floor. "Ah! I see Eva has decided to join us again!" Schnermann remarked.
He jerked on the wire and the plug came out of Ilona's cunt. She was happy Eva recovered. That would save Ilona from further abuse for the moment.
Schnermann put his clothes on. He walked to the door and issued an order. Ten minutes later, a dozen soldiers entered. Nervous smiles played on their faces when they came in. Another order was given and they undressed.
Eva was stirring on the floor. She seemed still dazed by her ordeal. Ilona was shocked by Schnermann's order to his men. A slight feeling of nausea swept over her. She managed to control the sensation.
Her first reaction was a wish Eva remained unconscious and that Schnermann had continued tormenting her. Reconsidering, Ilona found herself fascinated by the scene taking place. A perverse morbid attraction held her attention. Poor Eva was going to be gang raped!
Eva was turned roughly onto her back. The first man knelt between her thighs. He guided his cock, holding it like a lance, and speared the helpless girl's cunt. A cry of pain issued from Eva's lips. Her eyes opened in a frightened pained look at the violation of her virgin cunt. The man began to fuck her with animalistic fury.
Ilona's eyes were fastened to the hard wedge of penile flesh pistoning in and out of Eva's brutalized cunt. There was blood on the thrusting cock. A little trickle of blood spurted out of Eva's cunt.
The soldier pumped in rapid coital thrusts while his comrades offered obscene advice. Eva groaned and sobbed while the solder fucked her in frenzied drives.
He shoved his cock into her snatch in a final thrust. Ilona watched his buttock muscles twitch as he spilled his come into the vaginal sheath that encased his prick. He spent his jism and his tensed body relaxed.
Standing up, he grinned sheepishly as his flaccid blood speckled prick was displayed in a shrunken stub. He made some vulgar remark and the group laughed. A second man took his place.
"Have mercy, please!" Eva groaned. "No more, no more!" It was an anguished and wasted plea as the second man shuttled his prick in a lustful fuck.
Ilona had a vague awareness of a lack of pity for the defiled girl. She was spellbound by the erotic stimulation growing within her. A lascivious arousal stirred her. Watching these men fuck the helpless girl excited Ilona. She didn't try to analyse her feelings. All she knew was this sexual orgy had an effect on her.
The second soldier was in no hurry to end his carnal pleasure. He stroked his rampant prick in measured thrusts, enjoying the contact of the fuck.
Ilona found herself contemplating the pleasures she would experience fucking such a cocksman. With a quick shake of her head, she tried to dispel the revolting thought.
She had taken the vows of marriage and was loyal to her husband. How could she consider such thoughts, she asked herself. Ilona berated herself for thinking this way. It was the circumstances that brought on these thoughts. If it kept up, she would become as perverse and corrupt as Schnermann.
The fascination persisted. Her eyes scanned the erect cocks of the waiting soldiers. Ilona played a little game. She speculated on how well each of them would fuck Eva. In several instances, she wished the displayed hard-ons were for her.
By the fifth man, Eva had resigned herself to her fate. She no longer pleaded for mercy. Instead, she endured the abuse with a numbed stoicism.
The insides of her thighs were smeared with blood. Her legs were splayed in a wide vee, awaiting the entrance of another violator.
Ilona found the vestibule of her snatch sweating from the erotic excitement. She tried to concentrate on other things to avoid sexual arousal. It was difficult as she watched the continuance of the rape.
Some inclination made her look at Schnermann. He was watching her reaction during this orgy. An obscene leer split his lips. As though he could read her thoughts!
She turned her head away and frowned. Oh, you dirty bastard, she thought! You know what I am thinking! You know I want to be fucked now! And you are going to deliberately keep from doing it! You really are a sadistic son of a bitch! I hope your prick dries up and falls off.
CHAPTER THREE
When the last man finished shooting his load into Eva's come saturated pussy, Schnermann made a generous gesture. He told his soldiers to take her out and give her to the other soldiers for their pleasure.
She made a weak protest. Schnermann ignored her as the dressed soldiers dragged her out of the room.
One of the soldiers gave Ilona a coveted look. She shuddered in spite of her previous licentious inclination.
Schnermann caught the exchange of glances. A lewd chuckle escaped his throat. "Not yet! Maybe later!" he said. Ilona was alone with him.
"Come!" he ordered. He left the room and she followed after him. He headed for a building which she suspected was his quarters. Her stomach rumbled. The breakfast she had had was meager. She hoped she might be fed.
The building was Schnermann's quarters. He called an orderly and ordered a light meal. While he ate, Ilona was forced to remain standing. She watched him eat, salivating at the food before him.
"You Hungarian Jews are no better than the gypsies. You lie, cheat, and steal. I do not believe Dr. Karaly's diagnosis of your illness. I will have our own doctor examine you. It's unfortunate we only have one Jewish doctor here. Otherwise, Karaly would be dead a long time ago."
He tossed a slice of ham onto the floor. "Here! Have something to eat!"
Ilona stooped to pick up the piece of meat. "Leave it!" he snapped. "If you want to eat it, eat it like the dog you are! Get down on your hands and knees and pick it up with your mouth!"
Her mouth was thick with saliva in anticipation of the welcomed slice of meat. The thought of eating the food off a dirty floor repeled her. Yet, this was insignificant by comparison to the other things she had done.
She got down on her hands and knees. Her teeth pressed into the food and she drew it into her mouth. This was the first time she had ever tasted ham. Violating a dietary law didn't bother her. Ilona was concerned with her survival. She was willing to do anything to keep living!
Schnermann laughed at her performance. He threw another slice of meat in front of her. His laughter didn't bother her. It was she who should be laughing at him. He was keeping her alive by feeding her decent food. Even if she had to eat it off the floor!
"Now, let's see how sick you are!" he said, picking up a phone.
Ilona heard him ask for the camp doctor. She didn't understand the entire conversation. From the little German she knew, she guessed she was in for a legitimate physical examination.
What an ironic twist of fate! One doctor was trying to save her. In his intended effort, he had sealed her doom! When Schnermann hung up, he summoned his orderly. Ilona was escorted back to the infirmary.
As they entered, Dr. Karaly brushed against her, He pressed a pill into her hand. "Swallow it!" he whispered to her in Hungarian. He engaged the orderly in conversation while Ilona brought the pill to her mouth in a surreptitious gesture.
The orderly brought her into an office with a name panel on the door. Doktor Rudi Meister!
He was seated at his desk in a white smock. His eyes swept over her in an indifferent survey. As though she was some sort of specimen under a microscope! Doktor Meister was a tall gaunt man. He had a long narrow face, a hawk-like nose, and piercing blue eyes.
Ilona hoped that whatever pill Dr. Karaly had given would help save her. She was worried about the effects of the pill. Would it work on time?
"Take off your dress!" Meister ordered. She removed the ugly prison garb. "Lay down on the table!"
She stretched her naked frame out on the examining table. He pulled a stethoscope from his pocket and adjusted it to his ears.
Fear coated her body with some beads of perspiration. Her body heat was rising. The doctor checked her blood pressure. He frowned at her. Ilona grew apprehensive. Meister pulled a thermometer from his breast pocket. He shook the mercury down, stared at the thermometer, then shoved it into her ass.
While he waited for her temperature, he examined her cunt. He studied the clitoris. Inserting his fingers into her cunt, he parted the lips and stared at the pinkish-red folds of flesh.
Satisfied with the cursory examination, Meister removed the thermometer and studied the mercury. A puzzled frown flitted across his face. He picked up a phone and called Schnermann. From the conversation, Ilona gathered her temperature was high. She was thankful for Karaly's help!
Meister hung up. "You have a high temperature. I have been instructed to get you back to normal. We will give you a special treatment. Obersturmbannfuhrer Schermann wishes to have you well by tonight."
There was an ominous tone to his remark that Schnermann wanted her back to normal by that evening. At least, for the time being, she would remain alive.
She remained on the table waiting for Meister to do something to bring her induced fever down. He called an orderly, issued orders, and returned to his desk.
Ilona was concerned about the treatment to be given her. Ten minutes later, Schnermann entered the room.
"So! You have some kind of an illness! We will have you well in no time! Come with me!"
Putting on her dress, Ilona walked after him. She recognized the building they entered. It was the building she received her initiation into camp life the night before.
She suspected another improvised enema was in store for her. Enemas were standard treatment to reduce fever. On occasions, she used them for her children.
Schnermann led her into the room where she had the water treatment. She shuddered at the thought of having to undergo it again. Mingled with the expectation of an undesirable experience was the anticipation of erotic stimulation.
These sadistic encounters with Schnermann were beginning to give her a strange exhilaration. She was like a predatory animal with the scent of blood in its nostrils, seeking the kill. While she was at his capricious mercy, always uncertain of how much abuse she would suffer, she accepted it as a kind of challenge.
She draped her body across the table and Schnermann bound her arms and legs. Ilona waited for him to put the hose up her asshole. Instead, her ears caught the whistling sound of a riding crop seconds before it struck her buttocks.
SPLATT! The leathered crop cut across her firm rounded asscheeks. She cried out. Ilona felt the burning sting spreading across her buttocks. Her shoulders tensed in anticipation of the blows to follow.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Schnermann laid two healthy strokes against her asscheeks. She wriggled her hips trying to shake off the burning pain.
Her ass felt like someone had applied a blowtorch to it. The bonds holding her to the table restricted her movements. Her body convulsed as the punishing blows continued to rain down on her unprotected ass.
Tears blurred Ilona's vision. Her lips were compressed in a tight fit to hold back any outcries. Soft anguished moans rumbled in her throat.
The riding crop continued its punishing tattoo on her ass. The pain was excruciating. Her entire body was twisted from the agonizing conflagration consuming her buttocks. Ilona thought she could feel the violent heat from her battered ass radiating up to her shoulders. She didn't think she was capable of absorbing any more punishment.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Two more rapid cuts of the crop struck her asscheeks. Ilona lost count of the blows: Her body started to shake in convulsive jerks. She felt she was on the brink of losing her mind. An intense determination seized her! She would not give in!
The pain was excruciating. She was certain the flesh had been broken. Ilona was aware of a warm stickiness covering her buttocks. Thin tentacles of dampness trickled down her legs.
"Just a little bit more!" Schnermann said. "By the time I finish, we'll beat the fever out of you!"
He continued to beat her ass viciously with his leathered crop. Ilona felt the heat of the beating penetrating the walls of her cunt. She didn't think this tortured anguish could affect her so.
She had passed over a threshold of excruciating pain to one of erotic pleasure. Ilona couldn't understand this transition. The severe beating had awakened a lascivious desire within her.
Her cunt began to sweat. The erogenous awakening dampened the vestibule of her vagina. She was ready to be fucked. Ilona recalled the violent rape of the young girl, Eva. She wished the soldiers were there now to fuck her. There weren't enough men available to satisfy her in her present condition!
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she begged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent plea.
He laughed. "So the little bitch wants to be fucked! She loves the Nazi cock! I will fuck you when I want to! Not when you want!"
Schnermann continued to beat at her ass. Ilona noticed the force of the blows had lessened. She smiled at the small consolation! He was getting tired beating her!
She heard the rustle of clothing and the unbuckling of his belt. Rough fingers clutched the battered flesh of her buttocks. Her asscheeks were parted. He was squeezing the lacerated flesh. She shut her eyes in a tight compress to help withstand the pain. A piercing lance stabbed her spine and sent a fireball of agony exploding into her brain.
With dimmed awareness, Ilona was conscious of his cockhead pressing into the crinkled sphincter of her ass. She felt the steady rough penetration of his prick. The resisting lips of her asshole yielded to the pressure. Schnermann gave a final thrust and buried his stiff cock in her hole.
The pressure of his pelvis against her buttocks aggravated the intense throbbing pain in her ass.
He started the rhythmic shuttling, sending his dick in and out of her ass. In spite of her bound position, Ilona managed to move in tandem with his coital strokes. She had limited freedom of movement. What little there was felt good!
Her pussy was moist with the dew of erotic ecstasy. It was unfortunate his prick was pumping inside her anxious twat. She fantasized, envisioning the hard shaft of flesh was fucking her cunt instead of her ass.
Schnermann responded to her limited lascivious encouragement. He answered the undulating wriggles of her ass with faster thrusts of his prick. His cock shuttled in and out in increased tempo.
Ilona considered this another minor victory. He was trying to beat her into submission with his abusive treatment. To bend her to his will! Instead, she had him responding to her demands! He was satisfying her sexual needs, not his! If she could maintain her wits, she knew she would ultimately triumph!
His prick dug into her anal sheath in a final thrust. She felt his body trembled as his come shot into the confines of her asshole. The sensitive rectal muscles caught the contracting throbs of his cock. The heavy emissions of come lessened. When he withdrew his prick from her asshole, he exhaled a soft sigh of satisfaction.
He poured alcohol on the open wounds. Ilona was unable to control herself. A loud piercing shriek erupted from her throat. She felt the scream irritate the walls of her throat. Another agonizing cry of pain echoed in the room. The excruciating burning pain was worse than the beating.
"Now, the doctor will have something real to treat! I do not think you have fever anymore!" Schnermann said. "Come! We will go back to the infirmary."
He unfastened the bonds and made her walk through the camp streets naked. She walked with slow stiff steps. Each step she took sent a jolt of pain through her legs and back.
Soldiers smiled in lewd pleasure as they passed by. Schnermann struck her ass with his riding crop, urging her to walk faster. She was glad when he turned her over to the guard at the infirmary.
Inside Dr. Karaly's office, Ilona lay dbwn on the examining table.
"I want to thank you for trying to help me out!" she said.
"It doesn't look as though it helped much!" he answered. "Although you are lucky by comparison to some of the others."
She winced when he stuck a hypodermic needle into her buttocks. The pain disappeared. He applied an oitment to the lattice work of open stripes on her ass.
"Our beloved camp commandant usually isn't this benevolent towards the women he abuses. You must be something special!"
Ilona turned her head and anger flashed in her eyes. "What do you take me for? Some whore? How does one survive in this hell? If I knew it would do some good, I would rip his balls off and stuff it down his mouth. The main thing is to survive! What about you? Have you remained principled or have you been corrupted by compromise?" she snapped.
"You are right! I am like the pot calling the kettle black. I apologize! Well, I've done all I can. I m afraid you will have to go back to your playmate. I have orders to send you to him after I finish patching you up. Do you think you can take any more of him? I can fix you up with a quick painless death," he offered.
She swung off the table. "I'm not ready for death. I intend to live and tell about the abuses here."
"Good for you!"
Ilona put her dress back on and walked out. The soldier fell in beside her and escorted her back to Schnermann.
They went to a different building. He took her down a flight of stairs. A sentry stood guard in front of a door. Her escort exchanged words with the sentry. The sentry nodded and opened the door, pushing her into the room and closed the door.
An S.S. Oberlieutenant and Schnermann were present with another soldier. A male prisoner was suspended from the ceiling. He was naked. A pair of manacles enclosed his wrists. The manacles were fastened to a chain that kept him off the ground.
The prisoner bore some resemblance to the other captives in the camp. Yet, there was a difference. His head and body was shorn of hair. That's where the resemblance stopped. He wasn't as gaunt looking. Ilona surmised he was a recent addition to the camp.
Electrodes were fastened to his prick and balls. Another electrode was imbedded in his ass. The wires led to a metal cabinet with dials and gauges. She wondered what crime this poor man had committed to deserve such treatment. With these Nazi momzers, who needed a reason!
Schnermann gave a nod of his head and the soldier turned a knob. There was a humming sound from the metal cabinet. An ear piercing scream tore from the man's throat. His body thrashed about and the suspended frame pivoted in a semi-circle.
A jet of urine spurted out from his prick. Another hysterical shriek of agony filled the room. The sound of his anguished torment seemed to bounce off the walls and echo the repeated screams.
Ilona stood watching this abhorrent scene of sadistic cruelty. Her stomach began to churn as she fought a wave of nausea. While she did not condone the rape she witnessed of the young girl; she, at least, found some erotic fascination in it.
This torture she was witnessing was something different. A strange tingling filled her cunt. It wasn't erogenous! More like an empathetic sensation! She could almost feel the electrical impulses going through the man's genitals.
His body stiffened. His mouth opened in a soundless yell and his eyes shuttered. She watched the form grow limp. The body continued to jerk and twist as electrical currents continued to surge through his prick and asshole.
Why the hell are you continuing to torture this poor soul, her brain cried out in silent defiance? He's unconscious! He can't feel anything anymore! You are only wasting your time!
"Halte!" Schnermann ordered. The soldier turned the knob and the body stopped thrashing.
Schnermann turned and grinned malevolently at Ilona. "Would you believe this schweinhund Juden had five children? We are giving him some therapeutic treatment to insure he doesn't continue to spawn more bastards!"
A simple sterilization operation could effect the same results, she thought. But then it would deprive Schnermann of his little pleasures!
"Take him down!" he ordered. The soldier lowered a pulley to bring the unconscious man down. He tossed the body onto the floor.
"Let's see how amorous you can be!" Schnermann addressed her. "Make love to him! See if you can get his prick to stand up. I want to see if he can still fuck. Try sucking him off. You do that so well!"
She grimaced in an expression of disgust. Schnermann laughed. "You know you love sucking cocks!" He gave her a stern look. "Stop wasting time! Get down on your knees and do as I say!" he ordered.
Ilona knelt besides the supine form. She gazed down on the shrunken stub of penile flesh. A chilling flush swept up her spine. A licentious titillation filled her with a strange exhilaration. She bowed her head and absorbed the flaccid cock in her warm moist mouth.
The soft penile flesh felt strange in her mouth. Ilona was used to having a hard prick to suck on. Low, moist, sucking sounds emanated from her lips as she mouthed the man's cock trying to encourage it to harden.
Nothing happened!
She grasped the base of the soft cock and tugged on the shrunken stub, stretching it gently. The prick failed to respond!
Ilona massaged the dormant cock with her fingers and her mouth. She kept up the jerking motions without any success. It was frustrating! Only a dead man would be impervious to her oral stimulation! Her mouth continued to make the soft sucking noises.
After five minutes of eager oral stimulation, Ilona paused to take a breath. She looked towards the man's face. He appeared not to be breathing! A sickening feeling struck her in the pit of her stomach. She fought back the urge to retch. The man was dead! Schnermann had played a grisly bizarre joke upon her!
The three men in the room began laughing as the horrible realization showed on her face.
"So! This piece of shit is as dead as his prick! Now we will let you feast on some good German cock!"
Schnermann declared. He unfastened his belt and dropped his pants. "Suck on this!" he ordered.
She shifted in front of him. Cupping his balls in the palm of one hand, she grasped the base of his cock in the other. There was tremendous erotic force harnessed in this venereal lightning rod.
Ilona brushed her lips over the ruby corona. It was a tentative gesture, an indication of pleasures she would soon bestow on his waiting dick.
Her mouth pressed in a soft caress over the tip. With a strong sucking pull, she vacuumed his prick between her sensuous lips,. First, the head disappeared, followed by the shaft. A murmur of affected rapture filtered across the imprisoned cock.
Ilona's tongue made a series of long slow licks to increase Schnermann's lust. She swept her palms along the inside of his thighs in gentle caresses. Her mouth continued to tease his imprisoned shaft.
Releasing his lingual grip, she slid her tongue down the length of his prick. Her tantalizing tongue was a light brush over his bloated scrotum. Each ball was treated to a series of soft nibbles.
She tried to absorb each nut between her lascivious lips. Finding it difficult to take in the entire ball, Ilona confined her oral caresses to lathering each nut with saliva. She lavished strong licks over the egg-shaped spheres.
In spite of her attempt to treat this act as an impersonal oppression; Ilona found her cunt oozing with the licentious perspiration of an aroused pussy. She found it difficult to repress her reaction.
She maintained the oral worshipping of his cock. With her sheathed teeth nibbling up and down the length of his quivering prick, Ilona absorbed most of the reddened stiff shaft. She subjected it to a series of tantalizing licks that spiraled about his cock. His dick was a Maypole and her tongue danced about it in exuberant swirls.
Ilona began to suck his hard-on with stronger suction. Her curled fingers about his cock shifted up and down in a partial jerk-off.
Schnermann responded to the dual stimulation. His ass bucked in rapid jerks, fucking her mouth in quick thrusts. He held his cock to prevent him from jamming it deep into her throat.
His body stiffened and a soft groan emitted from his lips. The gushing tube flushed her throat with a thick abundance of his creamy jism. His cock pulsated with strong contractions. Each spasm sent a heavy squirt of his come into her waiting mouth.
This was her moment of victory. During this time, her sensual mouth controlled Schnermann.
Her cunt was damp with the erogenous arousal of this sexual contact. She wanted to urge him to fuck her. Instead, she looked up at him, restraining a triumphant smirk.
Ilona never expected Schnermann's next move! He aimed a kick at her cunt. She was fortunate his pants were about his knees. It broke the force of the blow. Yet there was enough behind the kick to hurt her.
She fell over backwards feeling the pain.
"Where are your manners, pig? You should thank me for allowing you to suck my cock!" Schnermann demanded. "Now beg me for the honor of sucking off my men's pricks!"
His face was clouded by an angry mask. Ilona had been frightened by his sadistic treatment of her. Each time he laughed. There was no smile or humor in his voice.
"Thank you, thank you Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer! It was an honor for me to have you put your cock in my filthy mouth. Please, please, let me have the privilege of sucking off your men's prick!" she begged.
"More feeling! I don't believe you! You do not sound sincere!" Schnermann said. "Ja!" the lieutenant said. "She does not sound sincere! I think she is mocking us!"
This was someone else she had to reckon with! Ilona felt she could handle Schnermann. This other one could be far worse! She turned apprehensive eyes towards him.
He was a tall stocky blond youth of about twenty three or four. His hair was close cropped. His eyes were close together, narrow cruel slits. A healed saber scar marred his left cheek. The dark SS uniform fitted him as though it was molded to his body.
"No, no!" she answered in desperate protest. "I swear! It would be my pleasure to have your cocks in my mouth!"
"Ja! I think you are right, Franz!" Schnermann said to his junior officer. He aimed a kick at her and caught her in the buttock as she tried to elude the kick.
Her ass was still sore in spite of the medication. Ilona winced at the pain.
"Sucking our cocks is not for your pleasure, you dirty Jewish bitch of a whore!" Schnermann snarled. "It's an honor and a privilege! I think there's only one way to get that through your thick head!"
She was fearful of his plan to impress the point about sucking Nazi cocks. He might do something like the treatment of Eva! Although Ilona could cope with being fucked by a dozen men or so.
"You're an animal!" Schnermann declared. "That's what you should fuck! Take her to the kennels!"
Her mouth gaped open in silent shock. Her eyes opened in wild terror! Schnermann had reached a new low in depravity! Forcing her to submit to relations with an animal was against all the laws of man and nature! There were no laws of man and nature in this camp! Only Schnermann's Law!
"Please, Oh, no! You mustn't! I'll do anything you want me to do. Just don't do this to me! Please, please!" she begged. Her voice quivered as it rose in urgent protest.
"Take her out!" Schnermann ordered.
The two grabbed her roughly and dragged her, still protesting in tearful tones, out of the room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ilona broke one of the cardinal rules of the camp. One did not resist abuse or any degrading act heaped upon the unfortunate recipient! It represented defiance! Up to a point, Ilona was willing to submit or endure pain and abuse. This was something else!
She twisted in their grip, trying to escape. They held her tightly, dragging her protesting body along the street. Soldiers grinned in obscene delight.
As the struggling trio made their way to the kennels, Ilona surrendered. The realization her fid efforts were in vain came to her. If she could escape from their grips, where could she go? She couldn't get past the electrified wire fence! There were the high towered sentries with their ready machine guns to strike down any escape attempt! It was hopeless!
Barking dogs greeted their approach. She stared at the dogs, snarling and barking with their bared teeth. A sinking feeling in her stomach caused her knees to buckle.
Eager hands removed her coarse gown. She shivered from the cool September air against her naked flesh. They staked her down on the ground in a kneeling position. Her ass was in a raised position, vulnerable to any kind of attack. Ilona waited in fearful despair.
A dog was brought out of the kennel and introduced to her body. Her ass wriggled, tickled by the moist nose pressed between the bruised hillocks of her buttocks.
A moist tongue licked at the erogenous crevice of her ass. She shivered as a thrilling erotic tingle rolled along her spine. The dog's long thick tongue circled about the perimeter of her sphincter seeking access to the interior.
Ilona was repulsed by the thought of a dog arousing her sexually. She couldn't help the response elicited by the tantalizing licks. It was difficult to restrain her lascivious feelings. Her ass shifted in erotic approval as the dog continued to lap at her asshole.
A musky dew dampened her snatch. The dog ran his tongue along her perineum. His searching tongue lapped at the erogenous elixir gathered in her vaginal fountain. He dipped into the vestibule of her cunt. The animal's oral spatula brushed along the walls of her twat.
Ilona shuddered with ecstatic excitement at the licentious contact. A low moan of erotic approval bubbled from her lips. "Ohhmmmm!"
The dog's tongue flicked across her clitoris. An exhilarating erotic current was sparked. The rapturous excitement grew inside her loins. Her cunt produced more erogenous juices induced by the dog's stimulating tongue.
She closed her eyes in ecstatic joy. Her dangling tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. A series of passionate groans tumbled from her lips.
Her ass rotated in sensuous pleasure. Ilona moved her hips in a restrained coital thrust. She could feel her vaginal cauldron bubbling with the beginning of a climax. "Ohhrrr! Ohhrrr!" she gasped in raptured enjoyment.
The churning in her loins was increasing like the threatening rumble of a volcano. She felt the turbulence growing more intense. A violent eruption sent a geyser of come spilling into her cunt.
"Ahhrrrr!" she sighed in erotic ecstasy.
The dog's tongue made rapid flicking licks, lapping up the thick accumulation of come. Another pulsating orgasmic discharge flooded her cunt.
Suddenly, the dog's paws pressed against her hips. A soldier helped the animal to mount her. Ilona felt the soldier guide the dog's cock to her cunt.
The dog's cock was very slippery. It reminded her of a raw piece of liver. His cock slipped along her cuntal channel. The furry pelvis of the animal rested against her bruised ass.
The prick in her cunt wasn't as thick as a human's. But the head of the dog's cock swelled and she was very much aware of its presence. The dog began to shuttle his prick in rapid jerky thrusts.
Ilona thought she was losing her mind. She was tied down in this helpless position, getting fucked by an animal and accepting it without any qualms. She was becoming as degenerate as her captors! Either that or she was no longer able to distinguish right from wrong!
The dog's paws were scratching her hips as it tried to maintain its balance on its hind legs. His cock was pumping in quick strokes.
Ilona wondered what his come would be like when he shot his load. The answer came soon enough! The dog seemed to tremble with a seizure. His cock spasmed sending a stream of his come into her snatch. It wasn't like a human's orgasm with the short quick bursts of ejaculated come.
The jet of the come was like someone pissing into her twat. It was more sustained with the short interruptions between spurts.
She felt the bulbous knob of the dog's cock pounding into the walls of her cunt. It didn't have the same erotic sensation of a human's prick. But it did have exciting overtones.
Soft whimpering sounds gurgled in the dog's throat as he lost his sexual drive. The soldiers pulled him off Ilona's back. The head of his cock stretched her cuntal lips as it passed out.
Ilona wriggled her ass as the dog began licking her cunt again. He lapped up the mingled juices of their come. She found herself enjoying this perverse erotic stimulation. Her audience laughed in derisive enjoyment.
"Throw her back with the other pigs!" Schnermann ordered. "She's not fit to fuck now!"
It was late afternoon. The work details had not returned as yet. Ilona started to put her dress on. The S.S. lieutenant grabbed her dress. "You don't need this! You're an animal! Animals don't wear clothing!"
She looked at Schnermann for some indication of intervention. He turned his back on her and walked away. As though she was some kind of a toy that lost its amusement value. Ilona felt forlorn and rejected. She had counted a great deal on being some kind of courtesan to Schnermann. In spite of any pain or abuse he might subject her to, it afforded her shelter from the lethal labors other prisoners suffered.
The soldier brought her to a barracks building. A kapo, a female trustee, was in the room. "Here's a new one for your group. Take good care of her! There's a lot of good mileage in her yet!"
Ilona eyed the woman, sizing her up. The woman was heavy set and squat. She was about fifty and healthy looking by comparison to the other inmates Ilona saw about the camp.
"My name is Julie and I don't take any kind of nonsense!" She fixed a stern stare at Ilona, tapping a short whip against her thigh.
Ilona's gaze was fixed on the tapping whip. She had seen the male kapos in action, clubbing and swearing at the men under their charge. In many cases, the prisoners were beaten to death.
"What is your name?" Julie asked her.
"Ilona Weisz!" she answered. For a moment, Ilona thought the kapo might be a friendly face in this hostile sea of dehumanized beings.
Julie's hand snaked out and caught her by the wrist. She twisted Ilona's arm to display the tattooed numbers. Her whip hand brought the whip down hard across Ilona's shoulders.
"You stupid bitch!" Julie snarled. She repeated the numbers on the arm. "That's your name while you're here! Don't forget it! There are other rules you need to know!"
Julie held on to Iona's arm in a tight twisting grip. The whip rose and fell in vicious strokes, emphasizing each rule. Ilona flinched, blinking her eyes shut as the blows cut into her soft flesh.
This beating seemed to hurt more than the ones she suffered at Schnermann's hand. Ilona preferred being beaten by him. At least she found erotic pleasure in his abuse. She didn't relish suffering at Julie's hand.
The kapo stopped beating her. "There's a pail and mop in the corner. Fill up the pail with water from the faucet outside. Mop up the barracks! And don't drink any water from the faucet! It's a good way to wind up with dysentery. That's the quickest way to get out of this camp-dead!"
Ilona hurried to the pail and out the barracks. She was eager to escape further encounter with this kapo. Aside from the beating, Ilona didn't like the way Julie looked at her. She suspected the kapo of having lesbian inclinations. Ilona wasn't interested in finding out through personal experience.
She returned with the pail and began mopping the floor. The work was a welcomed diversion from the abuse meted out to her since her arrival. In a way, it represented something wholesome compared to the degeneracy she had witnessed. It also was something constructive even if it was menial work!
Julie remained close to her, watching Ilona work. She said nothing! It was an ominous silence, making Ilona apprehensive.
"What happened to your dress?" Julie asked.
"They took it away from me."
"I can see why!" Julie answered. She left and returned. "Here! Wear this!"
Ilona was grateful for the drab gown. "Thank you!"
"Don't worry! You'll be paying for it!" Julie told her. "Everything has a price here!"
The tramping clatter of many wooden shoes sounded. "All right! Spill out the water in back of the barracks. Your roommates are returning from their play. It will soon be time for supper," Julie ordered.
Ilona thought Julie sense of humor was sordid. The group of women that trudged into the barracks didn't look as though they spent their day at games. There was a grim defeated look about them. A number of them gave Ilona blank stares of indifference.
She could appreciate their response. They were glad to return alive to their barracks. What difference did it make who else was jammed into their ugly squalor? Ultimately, everyone became one of the walking dead!
A large wagon was brought to their door. They filed out in an orderly fashion to receive their ration of something that passed for soup, a piece of bread smeared with ersatz butter, and a small chunk of salami.
Ilona heard the empty rumbles of stomachs as some of the women greedily ate the abbreviated meal. It was supposed to last until the meager breakfast in the morning. As hungry as she was, Ilona ate her meal slowly, hoping it would last longer.
She searched the women's faces for someone she might know. There was no one! They appeared to have their own cliques. Ilona was hoping to find a sympathetic companion among the group.
"Just get here?" a voice behind her asked.
Ilona turned around to meet a tall blonde who seemed untouched by the ravages of the camp. She wore her hair short. Her eyes betrayed her attempt to appear indifferent.
"Yes! My name is Ilona Weisz. I come from Sopron."
For a moment, she thought of the little town near the Austrian border with its rich farm lands. It was a Heaven compared to the Hell she was in now! Would she ever see it again?
"My name is Shari Nagy! Well, how do you like our wonderful community?"
Ilona appreciated her cynicism. She remembered the admonition of being careful in her speech. For all she knew, her new found acquaintance could be an informer. Ilona shrugged her shoulders. It was a safe reply and could be interpreted any way.
"Some of the others don't like me. I'm one of the pets for these Nazi swine! A lot of them would love to trade places with me," Shari said.
The confession interested Ilona. She speculated about Shari's involvement with the Nazis. Had she been subjected to the same torment as Ilona? Did a dozen or more soldiers fuck Shari as they had done to Eva? She found herself anxious to find out more!
"I suppose it's not too bad if they treat you half decently!" Ilona remarked. She hoped to draw Shari out.
Shari chuckled. "Oh, yes! They're gentle lovers! Here, take a good look!"
She pulled her dress up, exposing her naked body. Ilona sucked her breath in. A soft gasp escaped her lips. Shari's body was a mass of bruises and welts, a spectrum of color from pinkish-red to greenish-purple. The evidence of abuse spread from her tits to her shaven pussy.
"It keeps me alive and fed. I don't have to worry about being beaten to death! And I may live to tell about my vacation at this resort!" Shari said sarcastically.
Ilona could appreciate her philosophy. For a moment, it had appeared she would enjoy the same kind of arrangement.
"How ... how do they choose their pets?" Ilona asked. She tried to make her question sound as though she was curious rather than interest to participate. Her tone of voice was nonchalent although inwardly, she felt her pulse quicken.
"Do you mean you want to join the club?"
Ilona didn't expect the question. She became flustered. "No! Not exactly! It was just....!"
Shari laughed in a low lewd chuckle. "Being fucked by a dog isn't as exciting as being raped by a Nazi pig!"
Ilona's face turned crimson, heating her cheeks.
"I saw that performance this afternoon," Shari said. "That Oberlieutenant Franz Reicher has a terrific sense of humor. More than likely, it was his idea!"
Ilona nodded agreement. "Do ... do ... does one request such an assignment?"
Shari laughed. "You really are naive! They take a fancy to you. Once they do, there's no way out!"
The statement restored her hopes. She expected Schnermann to send for her to continue their perverse relationship.
"I hate to interrupt your social tea," Julie said in a sarcastic voice. She tapped Ilona on the shoulder with her whip. "You and I have a date. Come with me!"
Julie walked towards a private room in the barracks. Ilona followed, fearing to disobey. She had no other alternative. The premonition of participating in some sexual act against her will caused her stomach to churn. Her heart pounded in her chest in rapid beats.
Julie removed her drab prison garb. Ilona gazed at her fat ugly body. With all those emaciated women about, she wondered how Julie had been able to maintain her plump figure. Too bad, the wrong people managed to survive!
"You're not the only one who needs loving! Take off your dress!" Julie ordered.
The door opened and Shari walked in. "Mind if I watch?" A sardonic smile curled her lips. She tossed a tin of sardines onto Julie's bed. From some hidden recess, Shari produced a cigarette and scraped a match into flame. With an air of boredom, she exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Julie stretched out on the bed and splayed her legs. "Suck my cunt!" she ordered.
Ilona held back in hesitant reluctance. Julie sat up, her face red with anger. "You're not a prima donna yet, bitch!" She swung her whip at Ilona. Ilona flinched as the whip struck her several times in vicious cuts. "Tch, tchF' Shari clucked. "After watching the dog fuck her, you'd think she would prefer humans for sex! Or maybe she likes the dogs!"
"Suck me off!" Julie demanded in a voice shaking with enraged agitation.
Ilona knelt between her legs. Her nostrils caught the stagnant offensive odor of unwashed flesh. The fetid smell was overpowering, causing to dry retch. Her cheeks puffed up as she tried to hold it back.
Her face nuzzled the thick patch of hair that surrounded the dark pinkish-red folds of cuntal flesh. A smell of dead rotting fish caused Ilona to shudder. She stuck her tongue out in hesitant exploration.
Julie reached down and pressed her face deep into her foul-smelling snatch. Ilona tried to raise her head to prevent herself from suffocating. She had difficulty in breathing with her nose pressed into Julie's crotch.
"Suck, suck!" Julie urged in aroused passion.
Her velvety tongue dipped into the moist slit. She tasted the salty musky flavor of the sweat beginning to line the walls of Julie's twat. Dona tried to emulate the dog, running her tongue over the damp folds of cuntal flesh in long sweeping licks.
"Oooooo! That's good, that's good!" Julie moaned in husky approval. She shifted her heavy hips in an ecstatic grind. "Now, suck my clitty!"
Ilona shifted her lingual manipulations at the insistent request. She pressed her mouth against the hood of the clitoris and captured the tiny turgid piece of flesh. Her teeth closed over the base of the clitoris. Ilona was tempted to bite the imprisoned erogenous flesh.
Instead, holding it in a firm oral grip without biting, she pulled it taut. Her tongue clicked over the venereal papule in rapid licks. The flat side of her tongue slapped at Julie's clitoris with machine-gun velocity. Ilona was surprised at her ability to suck Julie's pussy.
"That's it, that's it! Oh, you bitch!" Julie exclaimed in a violent outburst. "Suck it, suck it! Oh, oh! My cunt's on fire! SUCK, SUCK, YOUBITCW she demanded in a strident voice.
She kept a tight grip on Ilona's head, pushing it into her snatch. Her hips bucked in frenzied coital movements.
"Ahhrrr, ahhrrr! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Julie declared. "Now, now, you fucking whore! Oh, what a load I'm shooting!"
Ilona's mouth was still fastened against the clitoris. The violent thrusts from Julie's hip created a two-fold problem. She was getting a heavy pounding from the crotch banging into her face. She was also afraid that her oral grip on the clitoris might cause her to bite it. Her main concern was to avoid hurting the barracks supervisor.
"Catch my come!" Julie ordered. "I'm shooting a load. All that lovely come! Drink it out of me, drain me dry!"
Julie transferred her oral attentions. Her mouth clamped over the flooded vulva. She found it more difficult to breathe. Her mouth and nose were almost buried into the flowing snatch. Julie's violent body thrusts weren't helping either.
Her voice was strident. "Oh, you cunt-lapping bitch! Suck me good! That's it! I'm coming again! YAHHHRRRR!" Julie's voice was a savage shriek with blood-curdling overtones. Her rapturous cries startled Ilona.
Julie's body gave a final jerk upward. She convulsed in the final throes of her multiple orgasms. A sigh of erotic pleasure blew from her lips as her body relaxed. Her hold on Ilona's head was withdrawn.
Ilona's mouth and chin glistened with the mixture of her saliva and Julie's come. She was glad this ordeal was over. Sucking another woman's cunt was a disgusting degrading act. Fear compelled her to commit the act. The taste of the dirty unwashed cunt was in her mouth. She found difficulty in rationalizing the act to save her life. Submitting to Schnermann's abuses made more sense according to her reasoning.
She started to rise when she felt a weight on the small of her back. Shari mounted her back, forcing her back to her hands and knees. Shari sat astride her, her legs flanking Ilona's hips. She sat facing Ilona's buttocks, ready to attack the unprotected flesh.
"My what a lovely looking ass you have!" Shari observed. "It almost looks as beautiful as the bruises on my body. Hold still, you bitch! We're not finished with our entertainment!"
A tide of trepidation swept over Ilona. It was bad enough having to suck Julie off! Now, Shari intended to inflict some kind of sadistic torment upon her!
An anguished shout tore from Ilona's throat. Shari's cigarette was pressed into her bruised flesh. The glowing tip seared her buttock. A burning sliver of pain stabbed through her body and tormented her nerve endings.
"So you want to join the club, eh?" Shari challenged. "Well, let's see if you can take it!"
Ilona realized she would be subjected to a vicious ordeal. One, equal or possibly worse than the abuse inflicted upon her by Schnermann. There was nothing she could do about it. She prayed she would be able to last through whatever was planned for her.
Shari stood up and pushed her heel into Iona's ass, sending her sprawling. They turned her over on her back and Julie sat down on her tits. The heavy weight on her chest made breathing difficult for Ilona.
Shari sat astride her hips, facing her exposed and defenseless cunt. Ilona felt it was useless to struggle. Her only hope was to survive any torture or abuse performed on her.
A cold sweat of trepidation caused her to shiver. She recited silent prayers to help her endure whatever the two women had planned for her.
An agonizing scream tore from Ilona's throat. Her shoulders pressed into the floor as she tried to arch her body to shake off the weight of the two bodies.
Shari had a cluster of Ilona's cunt hairs and was pulling them out. Ilona knew it was dangerous to yell or scream during any punishment session.
"Please, please! Don't hurt me anymore! Why are you doing this to me? AHHRRR!" Ilona screamed again.
She tried to thrash about but their weights prevented any strong movement. Her crotch was on fire! Needle-like pain stabbed the soft tender flesh of her groin. Each nerve ending under her skin echoed her screaming anguish.
The outside of her pubes was raw with pain. Ilona was conscious of a warm dampness on her skin. She was bleeding from the torn skin.
Instinctively, she grabbed at Julie's back to throw her off. It was verboten to touch a kapo! Ilona was desperate! She wanted to stop this sadistic torture!
A hard fist struck her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. "Touch me one more time and we'll kill you!" Julie hissed in a threatening voice. Another punch in the stomach emphasized the warning.
For a brief moment, the pain shifted to her stomach and Ilona was thankful for the respite. The pain returned as Shari continued to pluck out the cunt hairs. It stopped! The entire groin area was a field of conflagration.
"Let's shave off the rest!" Shari remarked. She stood up and found a safety razor.
"Please, please, no more, no more! Have mercy! Haven't you tortured me enough!" Ilona wailed, her voice broken by tearful sobs. "Why ... why are you doing this to me? I'm one of you!"
"That's what you think, bitch!" Julie hissed.
In her pain wracked mind, Ilona knew she wasn't one of them. Aside from being a prisoner in the camp, the similarity ended. These two women had a certain status. They had a limited immunity. Nevertheless, it gave Shari and Julie license to abuse her.
Shari took her place astride Ilona's hips. The dull razor scraped against the remaining stubble on the raw flesh. Screams of excruciating agony erupted from Ilona's throat. She didn't know how much longer she could keep from losing her mind.
The rough scraping over the naked pubes stopped. "Now that's what I call a work of art!" Shari remarked.
"An artist always signs his work!" Julie said. "I guess you're right!"
Ilona heard her opening up the razor. "No, no!" she screamed in hysterical protest. "Don't do it, don't do it!" She anticipated Shari's next move.
A savage shriek tore from her throat as the razor blade made an incision into her flesh. She was aware of her crotch being disfigured. Her body was filled with a frenzied strength as she tried to throw off the two women. She managed to unseat Julie. "Sonovabitch!" Julie said in surprise.
Ilona tried to reach for Shari to throw her off. The extreme pain had given her a new found strength. Julie swung her fist at her face and threw her body across Ilona's chest.
A door opened up and two soldiers rushed in, their rifles ready. "What the hell is going on here?" one of them demanded.
The two women sprang to attention. Ilona lay on the floor, crying and moaning in agony.
"So!" the soldier said. "You don't work hard enough during the day. You have enough energy to play at night! I think the Obersturmbannfuhrer should change the work schedule. In that way you won't be so full of pep!" He addressed Ilona, nudging her in the ribs with a gentle kick. "Get up!"
"I ... I can't! They almost killed me!" she sobbed.
He pushed his rifle against a tit. "Better get your ass up or you will really be dead!"
Painfully, she struggled to her feet. She looked down at her mutilated groin. A cry of anguished horror escaped her throat. Ilona cursed at Julie and Shari in Hungarian, insulting their natal origin.
"Buz meg!" Julie answered in the same tongue.
One of the soldiers laughed. "How can she fuck herself in that condition? Come on, the lot of you! The officer of the guard is going to enjoy hearing about this escapade!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Ilona had difficulty in walking. Her entire groin was on fire. She knew it was useless to protest. Life at the camp was an expendable commodity. Dead people reduced the number to be guarded.
Oberlieutenant Franz Reicher was the officer on duty. He listened to the report of the incident. His eyes were fastened on Ilona's bleeding pubes as the soldier finished speaking.
"What have you to say, kapo?" he asked.
"With all respect, Herr Oberlieutenant, this bitch is a troublemaker," Julie's voice was subdued and respectful. "She attacked the other prisoner and made derogatory remarks."
"Yes, Herr Oberlieutenant, that is true!" Shari corroborated the other's statement. "This woman said a lot of nasty things about me and my ancestry!"
"Lies, lies!" Ilona sobbed softly. "It's not true!"
"Hmmmm!" the S.S. officer grunted in skeptical reply. "And what is your version of the story?" he asked Ilona.
She started to say something and stopped. The two women had provoked the situation and made her suffer. They had placed her in a precarious position. Ilona realized if she testified against them, it might make things worse for her. Especially with the S.S. officer! This was a situation that required prudent tact.
"I am ready to forget the entire matter," Ilona answered. She gazed into Reicher's eyes and thought she saw a flicker of approval.
"Since the accused will say nothing in her behalf, I must assume the accusation is true," he said. A frightened look of protest filled Ilona's face.
"However," he continued, "the story from another witness about how you were involved in salvaging this slut's honor," he jerked his thumb at Shari, "leads me to believe the story is a lie!"
The two women started to protest. "I can tell by your faces that I have guessed the truth." He turned to the soldiers. "Let these lying bitches spend a few days in the punishment bunker. By then, they should be ready to tell me the truth!"
Shari and Julie protested their innocence and the harshness of his edict. Ilona enjoyed a small sense of satisfaction.
The punishment bunkers dotted the camp. It was an upright shelter without lights or windows. More than one prisoner was packed in it without shoes or blankets. With several prisoners packed into the limited space, only one prisoner at a time could sit down to take the strain off the legs. The cold stone floor, lack of warmth and comfort, and the cramped quarters invariably led to the prisoners fighting to sit down and attempt some comfort.
Reicher called out for an orderly. The soldier snapped to attention in his presence. "Take this prisoner to infirmary and get them to patch her up. Bring her back afterwards."
She knew he would exact payment from her for this gesture. It didn't matter! At least she would receive needed medical attention. This was the second time preferential treatment had been given to her.
Dr. Karlay was awakened to take care of her. "Well they really did a job on you this time! Which officer was your playmate?"
"None of them! It was my block supervisor and one of the officers' mistresses. I'm lucky to be alive."
"You don't know how true those words are!" he replied.
He told her about the limited supply of proper drugs and equipment in the infirmary. She listened as he explained about the real hospital in the camp. Where patients slept four and five in tiered bunks! Where every day, Dr. Meister made his rounds and selected the ones to be put to death! Where the sick were fortunate if they died in their sleep!
She listened aghast at this revelation. The ward she had been in was a special ward. The patients in it were used for medical experiements or preferred treatment. Preferred meaning the mistress of an officer.
"Has anyone tried to escape from here?" she asked.
He laughed. "The best way to escape is to die! The main objective is to stay alive, if that is any better!"
"If one can get past the electrified wire, there's the machine guns. Then you have to remain unseen. Running around the countryside in our special uniform will attract attention. Would you like to hear more?" he answered.
"No! Just patch me up and hope I can manage to remain alive."
He finished treating her wounds. "That's the best I can do for you under the circumstances. Let's hope you don't get any infection."
"Thank you. I know you have done your best!"
"There's a lack of hospitality in this hell hole. I know there's very little food but I thought you might need something to help you make it!" he said.
He went to a floorboard and pulled it up. From his hiding place, Karaly produced a small tin of sardines, a small metal box, and a bottle. The small metal box had cookies in it and the bottle had lemonade.
There was nothing elegant about this hastily contrived feast. To Ilona, it represented a banquet. She couldn't understand being left alone with the doctor by the soldier. She was thankful for it. It afforded her the chance to eat the food. The meager supper was giving her pangs of hunger again. This snack helped to relieve it.
Karaly escorted her to the door. He shook hands with the soldier. Ilona was certain there was an exchange of some kind. A bribe for allowing them privacy! She didn't know what Karaly had given him. She didn't care! All that mattered was the preservation of her interests!
The soldier returned Ilona to Reicher's office. He told the soldier he was not to be disturbed for an hour. Alone with Reicher, Ilona said, "I want to thank you again, Herr Oberlieutenant, for believing me."
"Personally, I don't care how you Jews kill each other. I just couldn't see wasting a good piece of ass like you. Take off that damn gown!" he ordered.
It was time to make payment for his favor! Ilona was glad Karaly had given her some food. It would give her some strength after the punishment she took. She expected to receive more at Reicher's hands. Her stomach was fuller and she felt better prepared for anything he meted out.
She watched with indifference as he stripped off his clothing. His body was lean and lithe. Her eyes swept over his athletic frame and focused on the semierection dangling between his legs. He followed her gaze and smiled.
"So! You're admiring my schlong! Good! At least you have good taste! Now, bend over that chair!"
A strange exhilaration began to pulsate through her. Ilona found the anticipation of sex arousing her. She wondered if it would be accompanied by some sadistic act. Since her first encounter with Schnermann, she associated sex with some sadistic act. So far, Reicher hadn't touched her. Her cunt started to salivate. .
She supported herself by placing one hand on the seat of the chair, the other on the back rest. Her body was bent over with her ass thrust out.
Reicher grabbed her buttocks and parted the bruised hillocks. She winced at the lances of pain stabbing her asscheeks. Her crouched over pose exerted pressure on her groin. Ilona screwed up her face in a grimace. Her lips were in a tight compress to hold back groans of pain.
He fitted his cockhead to her asshole. A slow steady pressure wedged the crown past the elastic lips of her asshole.
First, the bullet-shaped nose of his prick gained access. There was a dull ache in her asshole from the pressure on her buttocks. Compared to other pain she had suffered, the ache was more like a tickle.
The small puckered hole expanded in grudging acceptance. Inch by inch, the fleshy probe slid deeper into her anal canal. With a final shove, he impaled her hole on his fleshy spear.
His groin fitted around her curved shapely buttocks. The wiry bristles of his pubic hairs scraped her bruised sensitive skin.
After Schnermann's introduction to anal sex for her, Ilona found herself able to accept it. A mild lascivious thrill permeated her senses. Somehow, she was able to accept this scene.
His cock started a partial withdrawal. She felt the rubbery lips of her asshole yielding its grip on the bone hard shaft. He pushed his dick back and the sphincter welcomed its return. In and out, in slow rhythm. The coital thrusts were deliberate to prolong the thrill.
Reicher shifted his cock. The constricted rectal sheath was subjected to a series of twisting thrusts on the forward strokes.
The erotic contact evoked a thrilling response within her. She answered his stroking prick with sinuous shifts of her ass. Her hips undulated in tandem with the pistoning cock. Heat from the friction of his prick scraping the walls of her rectum ignited a mild incandescent glow. Ilona moved her hips faster. Reicher responded to her unspoken urging. His shaft shuttled back and forth in increased cadence.
"Hunnrr! Htinnrrr!" She heard the grunts induced by his accelerated efforts. She complimented his movements with faster pumping hips.
He shoved his prick in frenzied thrusts. His cock-head rammed into the sensitive muscles of her asshole. Each forward thrust brought his groin into her tender buttocks. The contact sent little ripples of pain washing over her nervous system.
The pain helped to increase the sexual pleasure filling her pores. A sensation of erotic rapture increased the tingling in her pussy. More moisture gathered in the recesses of her cunt.
Ilona was amazed at Reicher's ability to prolong a climax. He sustained a hard-on for a long time. Or so it seemed to her! How wonderful it would be to have a cock fucking her cunt for such a long period!
He was moving faster now with urgent thrusts. From the hard quick movements, she knew he was going to come at any moment. He made his final shove, jamming his cock deep into her asshole. His body quivered with rapturous shivers as his fleshy tube spasmed in a convulsive orgasm.
The glutinous emissions shot out in tremendous bursts, detonated by an erogenous fuse. His cock was tightly packed inside her hole. Spurts of the viscous fluid struck the sensitive muscles of her rectum.
Each impact of his come upon her erogenous flesh sent voluptuous chills sliding along her spine. She enjoyed the piquancy of this type of sexual congress. The contact of his hot jism bathing her asshole made her wish for a hard cock pumping inside her snatch.
He pulled her hips tightly against his crotch and remained coupled to her this way until his cock stopped discharging. A soft wave of warm breath washed over her back. He emitted a quiet sigh of erotic bliss.
At this moment, Reicher seemed almost human. He had not exhibited the sadistic tendencies shown earlier. His treatment of the incident regarding Shari and Jolie showed some signs of justice. At least, Ilona thought so!
After Reicher separated from her, he ordered her to sit in the chair. Sitting was painful. Her groin and buttocks suffered as she sat in the chair. Ilona tried to take her mind off the pain by concentrating on something else.
Her gaze rested on the shrunken stub hanging down from Reicher's crotch. She looked at the heavy balls dangling behind the flaccid cock. The detumescent flesh looking like a miniature sausage with the foreskin hiding the ruby cockhead. That once hard piece of flesh glistening with a mixture of his come and moisture from her asshole. There were small flecks of feces adhering to his dormant cock.
Reicher produced several sets of manacles from a desk drawer. Her ankles were fastened to the legs of the chair. A set of handcuffs fastened her wrists to the arms of the chair. Ilona's thoughts of escaping abuse this night disappeared. It was obvious he planned something special for her.
Her pulse quickened with apprehensive excitement of the torment she was about to experience. The juices in her cunt started to flow again. She sat waiting anxiously for him to do something. Ilona watched him with fearful expectancy for the act that would make her shudder with rapturous pain.
He knelt down alongside of her. One hand cupped the ample succulent tit. His warm moist lips covered the nipple. She closed her eyes, savoring the erotic contact. He pushed two fingers inside the throat of her cunt.
Ilona enjoyed the frigging thrusts as he fired her passions. His fingers massaged the dampened walls of her snatch. Reicher played equal homage to the ruby studded tits. She murmured soft moans of ecstatic pleasure as his erotic play increased her carnal ardor.
He was treating her more like a lover than some lowly captive. Ilona had a vague awareness something would happen soon. In the meantime, she intended to enjoy this moment of erotic pleasure.
The nipples on her tits hardened, standing out in a miniature caricature of a hard-on.
Reicher stopped the oral and manual stimulation. He went back to his desk. Ilona watched him. He removed a large black box. Returning to her, he took out two metal clips. Her eyes widened in frightened anxiety. The clips were attached to her nipples.
She felt the pain as the metal lips dug into the tender tips of her tits. Opening her mouth in a silent cry, she hoped the pain would escape through her lips.
CHAPTER SIX
"Good! Keep your mouth open like that!" he told her. Reicher took a small rubber ball from his box and fitted it into her mouth. Two straps were attached to the ball. He fastened these about her head to keep the ball in place.
"I don't want to disturb anyone just in case you decide to cry out!" he explained.
The cruel metal clips were pressing into the soft nipples. Ilona became concerned. Not so much for the pain she was feeling but whether the clips might shear off the tips of her tits.
He lit a cigarette and studied her in a clinical contemplative look. "You know, I believe you could withstand any kind of pain I might inflict upon you."
Her fear-filled eyes stared back at him. Was he preparing her for some kind of diabolical torture, she thought!
"However, right now I'm not interested in that!"
Or was this a part of the torture? Lulling her into a false sense of security and then inflicting the cruel pain!
"In Berlin, my field of study was psychology," he told her. "We have some medical experts here who have been conducting experiments. Some of them have been successful. I'm more interested in the mind, not the body. I've seen how the kapos and block supervisors react to the people they are in charge of. It is fear and survival that makes them act the way they do. You have never seen a kapo beat another Jew to death, have you?"
Ilona shook her head. She had no idea of what he was trying to convey to her.
Reicher shrugged his shoulders. "No matter! If you see one, you've seen them all!" He dragged on the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke towards her.
"The two women who attacked you were motivated by some reason which is unimportant. But to be motivated by the pleasure of inflicting pain upon someone and enjoying it; to derive a sensual gratification, that is the ultimate! Do you think you are capable of that?" his question and little speech caught her unawares. She was becoming conditioned to having pain inflicted upon her and enjoying a sexual gratification from it. She had crossed the border between pain and pleasure. He was proposing something else!
Ilona forgot about the pain in her tits. She wondered whether he was testing her. Did he want a surrogate to carry out his depraved acts? Would watching someone else carry out his cruel deeds excite him more? Or was he trying to recruit her for some experiment?
She speculated about her ability to do as he asked. Was there a cruel streak lying dormant within her, waiting to be released? Could she inflict pain upon another human without a twinge of conscience?
Ilona doubted it. Yet, if circumstances forced her into a situation compelling her to inflict bodily harm upon another, she would. She thought of Reicher's statement. How the kapos could beat a person fatally without any qualms! She recalled Shari and Julie's treatment of her. Oh, how wonderful it would be to reciprocate! To inflict pain upon them with immunity!
Nodding her head in a vigorous shake, Ilona accepted his offer. Reicher smiled. "So! You think you are able to do what I ask! Let me tell you this! I will give you an opportunity to carry out this experiment. However, should I find out that you are faking, you will regret ever accepting my offer!"
She had committed herself! There was no turning back! His ominous warning filled her heart with fear. One mistake, one display of weakness and her efforts to survive would be wiped out.
He removed the gag. Ilona swallowed several times. "You will not be disappointed, Herr Oberlieutenant, I promise you. Forgive my familiarity but together we will enjoy experiences undreamed of!"
A satanic smile across his face. "Are you ready to start tonight?"
"Yes, yes!" she accepted.
"Good! What do you intend to do?" he asked.
"If I told you that would spoil the excitemtnt. I would like to work on the two you have in the punishment bunker," she said.
Reicher frowned. "You are being motivated by revenge. I warned you! You are defeating my experiment!"
"No, no!" Ilona insisted. Her mind raced for a satisfactory reply. "I have to begin somewhere! After all, your theory is based upon deriving pleasure from committing the act. Believe me, I will have much pleasure in inflicting pain upon those two! And revenge has nothing to do with it!"
He nodded agreement. "We shall see!"
He removed the metal clips for her tits and released her from the chair. Ilona was grateful for the cruel grips taken off her tits. She gave them a quick inspection. The area about the nipples had turned bluish. There was no time to inspect the damage further. She put on her prison garb and followed Reicher out. He had put on his clothes and looked as smart in his uniform as he did when she first saw him.
Summoning a detail of soldiers, Reicher went to the punishment bunker. The two women staggered out of the confined space. The group continued to a building Ilona recognized. She had witnessed a man tortured to death there.
During the walk to the building, Ilona tried to think up fiendish acts to satisfy Reicher's twisted mind. Her life depended upon it!
Inside one of the rooms, the two-women were shackled to the wall in spread-eagled fashion. Reicher issued a command and a machine was brought back.
"Come here!" he ordered Ilona. He fastened a strap about her chest and another about her wrist. "This is a special machine. It will register your pulse and heart beat. It will give me a good indication of whether you are sincere or not during our little experiment."
She reacted to his statement and he laughed. "Good! You've just reacted to my statement. I'll be able to determine your real responses once you start. Is there anything special you want?"
A coating of perspiration soaked into her gown. "Yes! Get me a bottle of alcohol, a thin piece of wire, a pair of pliers, and a broom handle." Ilona felt her respiration increase. Excitement mounted within her as her moment of truth drew near. She hoped she could convince Reicher her participation was satisfactory to him.
Reicher nodded to one of the soldiers. "Macht schnell!"
"I didn't mean to hurt you!" Julie cried out to Ilona. "Please, please! I confess! We lied! Spare me, spare me! Have mercy!"
Shari chorused the same pleas!
"So!" Reicher exclaimed. "It's amazing how the fear of pain can loosen tongues! For lying alone, you two animals deserve to die. It should be very interesting to see what my protege has in mind for you two!"
Ilona was pleased by their confessions. It proved she had beeh telling the truth when she refuted their lies.
The soldier returned with the items ordered. He gave them to Ilona and Reicher dismissed the two men.
"I'm curious to see how you intend to use those things. I have an idea but I want to be surprised," he told Ilona.
She stepped in front of Shari and looked up into her face. The hapless Woman looked back with fearful eyes. She had a pained pleading look on her face. "Oh, no, no! Please, don't hurt me! I'll do anything. No, no!" Her plaintive pleas rose to an anguished wail.
Ilona spilled the alcohol over Shari's pubic hairs. She saturated it, rubbing it in. As she massaged the liquid into Shari's pubes, she felt a sudden exhileration. Ilona didn't know whether it was a result of exacting revenge or the reaction Reicher was hoping she would attain.
"May I have a match please?" she asked.
"Here!" he handed her a cigarette lighter. Shari began to scream before Ilona spun the emory wheel into flame. Ilona brought the flame to the cunt hairs. Shari's crotch burst into flame.
Hysterical shrieks of agony ripped from Shari's throat. The chords in her neck stood out in bold relief. Her face was florid from the effort. She twisted and writhed in an attempt to break free. A stream of urine gushed from the cleft between her thighs. Some of it landed on the blazing hairs. Some smoke and a hissing sound emanated from her crotch.
"Wunderbar!" Reicher exclaimed in a joyful voice.
The stench of burning hair and skin assailed Ilona's nostrils. Her eyes stared at the burning hair, fascinated by the effect. She was susprirse that Shari's screams did not affect her. A strange elation possessed her and Ilona's twat started to sweat in erotic excitation.
Ilona picked up Shari's dress and smothered the flames.
"Why did you do that?" Reicher asked, irritation in his voice. "I was enjoying the show."
"I didn't want to burn my-hand during my next trick," Ilona replied. "You may enjoy it. I know I will!"
There was a dry huskiness to her voice. Ilona made a startling discovery. She had no compunction about subjecting Shari to torture. Some time during the night, she had crossed over a boundary.
She felt a kind of erotic exultation. The kind of feeling she used to have just before she and her husband made love. Juices flowed in her pussy, her heart and pulse beat accelerated, and she would be ready for sex.
Ilona picked up the thin wire. Crouching to get a better view of Shari's cunt, her nose caught the lingering odor of the burnt hair and flesh. With one hand, she parted the darkened cunt lips.
Shari began to squirm and twist to avoid Ilona's next move. Uncontrolled frenzied screams poured from her throat as she pleaded with Ilona.
"No more, no more! Have mercy, have mercy! YAHHRRRR!" Over and over, the hysterical shrieks filled the room.
Ilona ignored her. With the tip of the slender wire, she located the urethra. She shoved the wire into Shari's peehole. It sounded like the cry of a mortally wounded animal! The screams reverberated in the room. Suddenly, Shari's body went limp.
Ilona turned to look at Reicher. His eyes shone with a lustful lustre. She turned her attention to Julie.
Julie had been watching Ilona's treatment of Shari. It was her turn now and her voice broke as she pleaded with Ilona to spare her.
Picking up the broom handle, Ilona inserted it into Julie's twat. She pushed the handle up until Julie began to squirm and react to the uncomfortable pressure. Ilona handled the wooden stick like a bayonet. She kept withdrawing it partially and jabbing it viciously into the defenseless pussy.
After several minutes of this play, she propped the handle into the cunt. Julie was impaled upon the stick as it rested against the floor.
Ilona picked up the pliers and approached her victim. She opened the metal jaws and closed it over the bared nipple of a tit. Squeezing down on the handles, Ilona twisted the clamped Jaws in a slow semicircle.
Julie was protesting as the pliers' jaws crushed the nipple. Her pleas were interrupted by a series of piercing screams. Ilona caught the other nipple and squeezed it with the pliers.
Julie's body jerked and twisted against the metal clamps holding her to the wall. Her impaled cunt was pounded by the imbedded handle. The agonizing screams were broken by tearful pleas of mercy.
The first attacked nipple was lacerated by Ilona's treatment. Blood dripped from the torn node. A claret rivulet started to trickle from the impaled cunt. Ilona applied more pressure to the captured nipple. A maniacal shriek filled her ears as she tore at Julie's breast. She ripped the nipple off. Julie's body convulsed and went limp.
Ilona didn't know what had possessed her to commit these sadistic acts. She was aware of an exhileration filling her pores. An urgent need to have sex came over her. Turning to Reicher, she saw him jerking off.
Without asking permission, she dropped to her knees in front of him. "Please, please! Fuck me, fuck me! Or let me suck your cock! Don't waste it!" She caught his wrist to stop the stroking motions.
"Ja!" he agreed. "Lay down!"
She stretched out on the cold stone floor, splaying her thighs. He dropped his pants and moved on top of her.
He fitted his cock into her venereal trench and she felt it sliding in without any effort. The pressure of his groin against her brutalized crotch was painful. She grimaced to fight off the pain.
Ilona inhaled and exhaled in rapid cadence. There was a cock in her cunt and she thrilled to its presence. The acts of violence had aroused a lascivious passion within. An erotic thirst that had to be satisfied!
She undulated her hips in a sinuous wriggle as Reicher started slow coital thrusts. Soft murmurs of ecstatic approval rumbled in her throat. "Mmm-mmm! Mmmmmm!"
Her eyes were closed in rapturous bliss. She opened them briefly to glance up into Reicher's face. It was flushed with erotic excitement. Ilona closed her eyes to savor the passionate thrill pervading her.
The sensual contact of the naked prick lodged in her snatch sent voluptuous shivers racing along her spine. It was like a hot poker! She felt heat radiating from that venereal pipe. Or was it the heat of pain emanating from the friction against her injured groin? She didn't care! Only the erotic thrill mattered!
Reicher shifted his hips, driving his prick in and out of her saturated pussy. There was something animalistic about this fuck. He drove his cock deep into her hole with urgent thrusts. She felt the forceful jabs striking the sentient walls of her vagina. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
She clutched at her tits, squeezing the nipples. Ilona found the manipulation of her breasts in conjunction with the fucking intensified the electrifying thrill flowing through her.
Her tongue flicked out. Licking her lips as though she could taste the succulent rapture of the moment. Her body continued to burn with a fiery passion.
Ilona's ecstatic responses were infectious. Reicher responded by increasing the tempo of his piston ing cock. His breathing was punctuated with rasping gasps. "Hunnrrr! Htmnrrr!" His tobacco breath blew into her face.
She arched her back, stiffening it. Her shoulders and soles of her feet supported her body. She made frenzied pelvic thrusts, alternating the movements with a slight pause, then wriggling her ass, and back to the pelvic thrusts.
A carnal conflagration percolated the sensual thrills in her loins. She felt the violent bubbling in her venereal cauldron. Her pinned frame quivered and shook in erratic sensuous gyrations. Both of their breathing became more labored as their fucking thrusts accelerated.
Ilona spoke in short bursts. Her jerking body interrupted the flow of words. "Oh! ... This is ... wonderful! ... Won ... der ... ful! Yo! Yo!" she spoke in Hungarian. "Good ... good! Just ... a ... little ... more! ... I'm ... coming! ... I'm ... coming!" she announced in an animated voice.
A sluice gate opened and cascaded a torrent of come over his prick. The heavy profusion of her liquid tribute was damned up by his phallic plug. A flush of exhilaration tainted her bare flesh.
Reicher kept pumping his cock furiously in and out of her saturated pussy. With a sudden burst, his thrusting schlong exploded like a sky-rocket. Dollops of glutinous jism splashed into her quim.
Her vibrant cunt caught the deep contractions spasming inside his pulsating dick. She loved the rhythmic throbbing of his cock. A delicious intoxication filled her senses. Ilona emitted a soft sigh of rapturous bliss.
Reicher's body was pressed against hers. They lay there, belly to belly, their crotches welded together. The pressure of his groin on her bruised groin didn't bother her. Although, she was aware of a throbbing pain.
He separated from her, his spent cock dripping with their mutual come. She remained on the floor, reveling in this ecstatic moment. Looking up at him, she asked, "Did I pass the test?"
At the inception, Ilona had been concerned about being able to do the sadistic acts. Discovering the ease with which she did it, Ilona was concerned with pleasing her mentor. The change in her character make-up didn't bother her either. She was unconcerned about the two women's physical condition or fate.
He met her look and smiled back. "Ja, ja! You did a splendid job! I have great plans for you. Tomorrow, we will continue with the experiments."
She watched him examine the two unconscious women. "This hunk of lard is dead!" he said, poking Julie. "We will save this one for another time. She is still breathing. I will leave orders for the disposition of their bodies. Come! You will sleep in my quarters tonight!"
Sleep in my quarters! Those words were like a reprieve! It was the first step towards an unformulated plan to escape. She didn't know how or when! But being away from the barracks helped!
Reicher insisted that she take a bath first before sleeping in his room. A bath with real soap! What a luxury! For the first time since she arrived, Ilona found an opportunity to relax. In spite of the burning sensation in her crotch and ass, she managed to soak in the tub for some time. When she finished, she cleaned out the tub.
She found herself defending her character transition. It was keeping her alive! It was also giving her an opportunity to live better than the other inmates!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ilona slept on a carpeted floor. In the morning, Reicher had breakfast served to him. He gave her part of his meal. Some eggs, toast with marmalade, a strip of bacon, and coffee.
During her short time there, Ilona had sampled the sparse fare. There wasn't much of the eggs and j ust one slice of bacon and toast but it was adequate. More than the subsistence given to the prisoners!
"I've ordered some decent clothes for you," he said. "It ruins the effect of the experiments if you go around in that junk they give the animals here!"
In answer to a polite knock on the door, Reicher ordered the caller in. A kapo loaded down with an armful of women's clothing entered.
"Good morning, Herr Oberlieutenant! Here are the clothes you ordered."
Ilona was seated at a table naked. Reicher didn't want her to put on the grubby prison garment after the bath. The kapo looked across at her. It was a female trusty. A look passed between the two women. Ilona wasn't sure whether the look was one of contempt or envy. She made a mental note to watch out for this one. The kapo could be friend or foe! Ilona wasn't taking chances.
"Here, try some of this on!" Reicher ordered.
Ilona stood up and walked to the pile of clothing. The kapo stared at Ilona's scarred groin. Ilona walked proudly, displaying her scars with brazen dignity.
After several attempts, she found underwear, a bra, a dress, and sweater for her wardrobe. Reicher dismissed the kapo with the remainder of the clothing.
"Tell me!" he began, "Do you think you can inflict unusual pain upon men s well as women?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? There is no difference!"
He chuckled. "Good! Let's see how well you do this morning!" Ilona followed him out into the camp street. They returned to the room of the previous evening.
She noticed the blood from Julie's body had been cleaned up. In the middle of the room, a guerney had been wheeled in. A naked man was strapped to the wheeled medical table. He was a pathetic sight. The ravages of the strenuous camp life had begun to take its toll on him.
There was a frightened confused expression on his face. Ilona guessed his age at thirty or forty. After several months in the camp, one aged considerably.
"Why is this man here?" she asked Reicher.
"What difference does it make?" he snapped in mild annoyance. "He's here for the experiment!"
"Aside from the experiment, if I knew why he was selected, it would help me choose something unusual for him," she answered.
Reicher nodded. "I see the point! This man is tubercular. Normally, we would put him to death immediately. But I reuqested the use of his body for our purposes."
She nodded. Her mind tried to concentrate on devising some satisfactory torture for this poor devil. Her position was like a court jester! She had to keep the king constantly amused! One bad day and the career would be ended!
At the same time, Ilona felt an excitement blossoming inside of her. She recalled the events of the previous evening. How easy it had been for her to abuse the two women! The wonderful sex she had had with Reicher!
She reached out and grasped the victim's cock. Touching the erogenous flesh sent an ecstatic shiver through her. The poor camp food and the rigors reduced a man's sexual drive. But his libido was still intact! His cock responded to her sensual touch. His prick grew hard and stiff.
Prolonging the play would only make him come prematurely. That would destroy her plans.
"I'll need a mousetrap and a feather!" she said.
"What a combination! It should be amusing to see how you intend to use it," Reicher remarked. He stepped to the door and ordered the two items.
While they waited, Ilona made small conversation with her victim. The orderly returned with her request and Ilona began her demonstration.
Taking the feather, she ran it across the man's body in a lambent caress. She brushed it across the soles of his feet, along his ribs, and under his armpits. He squirmed on the table during the exploration. When the feather touched his armpits, he began to laugh.
The table rocked as he wriggled back and forth. It threatened to overturn. Reicher came over to hold the guerney from toppling over.
The room echoed with the man's laughter. Saliva caught in his throat and he began to choke. His face grew red. Ilona stopped tickling him. She didn't want him to die on her before she finished the torture planned for him.
"You see! We want you to be happy!" she told him.
Her fingers trembled as she set the mousetrap. The excitement mounted in her as she prepared the next part of the act.
She curled her fingers about the dormant stub of cock flesh. With slow strokes, she nursed it into a hard-on. As Ilona massaged the soft flesh into a stiff hard shaft, she spoke in lascivious phrases.
"Don't be frightened, little one! Before you die, you will have one glorious orgasm. I want to see your lovely stiff prick. Don't you want to enjoy a good fuck? Oh, what a lovely hard-on you have!" Her voice was low and inviting.
The conversation and her performance increased her aroused passion. A heavy coating of lubrication saturated her cunt. She squeezed her thighs together to keep it from dripping out.
Her victim's prick was ready. Ilona brought the trap to the ruby corona. The man on the table cried out. "No, no!" Too late!
His cockhead touched the release mechanism. The spring sent the metal bar flying and it snapped over the engorged flesh. An agonizing primitive cry filled the room. "YAHHRRR!" The stiff hard cock disappeared. A deep red piece of flesh remained entrapped. The man fainted.
"You started out with a good idea," Reicher said. "But the idea is to prolong the agony without the victim passing out. Now what do you intend to do?"
Ilona realized Reicher was annoyed at her and her new found status was in jeopardy. Her mind was in a turmoil as she tried to think of a quick answer.
"We'll wait until he regains consciousness. In the meantime, let's bring Shari back. I want to try something on her."
He frowned. "This is your last chance. If you don't improve, I'll work on you!"
"I will also need the electric equipment," Ilona said.
A guard brought Shari to them. After she was shackled to the wall, the electrodes were wheeled in.
"Please, Ilona, don't hurt me anymore! I can't take it! Have pity! Haven't you done enough to me already?" Shari pleaded.
"I don't have any bad feelings towards you," Ilona replied in a saccharine tone. "In fact, I like you. That's why I'm doing this to you."
She fitted an electrode inside Shari's cunt; another was inserted into her ass. Picking up the mousetrap, she reset it. Ilona pressed it against the tip of Shari's tit. The spring sent the metal bar crashing down, imprisoning the soft tender flesh. A scream of excruciating pain ripped from Shari's throat. Tears filled her eyes. Heavy sobs caused her tits to rise and fall.
The mousetrap dangled from the one tit. It jiggled up and down with the movement of the breast. A deep red welt showed about the areola when Ilona removed the trap.
Shari continued to moan and cry, interrupting her tearful wails with pleas for mercy. Ilona reset the trap and brought it to the tip of the other tit. SNAP!
The metal bar came down and dug into the tit with cruel force. A blood-curdling yell rang in Ilona's ears. She began to alternate between the two tits. The act increased her sadistic fervor.
Going back to the control panel, she had Reicher show her how to operate the machine. Ilona turned on the current, keeping the voltage low.
Shari's body started to twitch and writhe against the wall. "Stop, stop! Please! I'll do anything you want! No more, no more!"
Her pleas acted like an aphrodisiac on Ilona. Ilona was ready to have carnal contact with Reicher. She knew he wouldn't be ready until much later.
Instead, Ilona returned to using the mousetrap on Shari's tits. The torture continued. Ilona returned to the machine and increased the current.
Shari's body thumped against the wall in convulsive gyrations. The tips of her tits were swollen and discolored by the constant abuse from the trap. The skin on one tip was broken and blood dripped from the disfigured tit.
Ilona lost contact with reality. All she could think of was the reaction her victim's agony had upon her. She was experiencing a strong erotic thrill. Gazing at Reicher, she saw the effect it had upon him. He had his cock out and was caressing it with gentle strokes.
"Wait, wait! I haven't finished yet!" Ilona insisted. "This is going to be a masterpiece!"
She went to the bound man. He was conscious. Her plan was worthy of the depravity affecting her.
"Help me get these two together!" Ilona summoned him.
Outlining her scheme, Ilona received a gleeful chuckle from Reicher. They released the man and made him lay down on the floor. Shari was taken down from the wall and placed alongside of the man.
The two victims' ankles were locked together with handcuffs. Another set of manacles cuffed one wrist to the other. Shari and the man had one hand free as they lay on the floor.
Reicher wheeled the electrode machine over to the bodies. An electrode was inserted into their asses.
A jolt of electricity was sent into the impacted holes.
"Start fucking each other!" Reicher demanded.
With their free hands, Shari and the man began to massgae their erogenous flesh. She stroked his bruised prick while he frigged her cunt.
Reicher and Ilona crowded close to watch the developments. It took a while but the man's cock responded. He guided it into Shari's snatch.
Ilona watched the coital coupling. It added to the passionate turmoil growing inside of her. Her nostrils flared and her breathing grew deeper and more rapid.
As she witnessed the lascivious scene, she felt a hand moving under her dress. Exploring fingers reached the open leg of her panties. Reicher pushed two fingers into her moistened cunt. Ilona emitted a low moan of ecstatic approval. "Ohhhrrrr!"
"Let's take off our clothes!" she suggested in a husky sultry voice.
Within minutes, they were naked also as the couple on the floor continued to fuck.
Ilona went to the machine and increased the voltage. The coupled victims began to cry out in anguished protests. Their bodies jerked in violent thrusts as the electrical current animated them. Shari and the man shouted and pleaded for release from this devilish torture.
Instead, Ilona found herself chorusing Reicher's gleeful sadistic laughter. "Keep fucking!" she demanded. She went to the machine and turned the dial another notch.
The bodies on the floor continued to thrash in frenzied bucks.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Reicher remarked in a sardonic chortle.
Ilona turned the volume up some more. The bodies started to convulse. A loud, tired, anguished groan came from the man. His body stiffened in a final thrust. Shari uttered an agonizing shriek as her body became rigid. Suddenly, both bodies relaxed but continued to convulse.
The strain had killed them and the electrical current kept them moving.
The sight she had witnessed stirred Ilona's lustful inclinations to an intense fever. She had an urge to fuck forever. Her urge was to rape Reicher but she knew she had to wait for his signal of acceptance.
She trembled in anticipation of the sexual consummation of the experiment.
"Hurry! Suck my cock!" he ordered. "I'm almost ready to come!"
Kneeling in front of him, she absorbed the hard piece of flesh in her mouth. She hardly began when he made a few thrusts into her mouth. "Ohhhrrrr!" Reicher groaned. His body stiffened briefly.
The prick between her compressed lips geysered. His fleshy tube seemed to expand as the copious stream flowed into her mouth. She tried to capture the thick emissions and gradually swallow his creamy come. The sweet jism continued to fill her oral cavity. At last, the force of the glutinous fluid diminished! He stopped coming!
Her lips pressed down on the softening flesh and milked out the last vestiges of his come.
Sucking Reicher off only satisfied her partially. Ilona needed to gratify her own licentious longings. She wanted to feel a cock pumping in her ass or cunt. Preferably the cunt!
The bodies were still locked together in a gruesome fuck. Reicher shut off the machine.
Ilona took a desperate chance. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" she begged. No prisoner told Reicher what to do! Every nerve within her cried out for relief from the lustful craving she had.
"Suck my prick to get it hard again!" he told her.
She was thankful for this gesture. Her lips closed about the soft cock and munched on the flesh with greedy nibbles. "Get hard, get hard!" her silent thoughts urged his prick to stiffen. Ilona was anxious to sate her hungry lust.
His prick responded to her oral persuasion. The pliant cock swelled into a stiff hard shaft. Her supple lips maintained an oral massage. "You can stop now!" he said. She released her grip, letting his prick slide out of her mouth.
Her eyes feasted on the penile sausage, pinkish-red and glistening with her saliva. Ilona's cunt salivated, hoping for his cock to ravish it.
"Turn around and bend over!" he commanded.
He parted the asscheeks and shoved his uriener between her buns. Holding her hips for purchase, Reicher pushed his prick up to its full length into her hole. He started to rotate his pelvis in a sinuous grind. His hot piece of turgid flesh grounded into the confines of her pliant asshole like a pestle in a mortar. She shifted her ass in a slow twist, letting his probing dick massage her anal muscles.
The bone-like flesh imbedded in her ass sent radial ripples through her. She found the presence of his cock in her ass, comforting.
His penile strokes were deliberate and slow. His cock drew back in a partial withdrawal. A slight pause and the re-entry was made in the same way. It was an unhurried fuck that prolonged the exciting friction created by the constricted grip on his prick. The same friction sent sensual tingles pulsating in her asshole.
A thought came to her. She reached for the lips of her hot wet snatch. Her stroking fingers passed over the clitoris and a shock wave of erotic rapture rippled along her spine.
Ilona closed her eyes in dreamy contemplation. Her stroking fingers maintained the same lazy rhythm of his shuttling prick. The day-dreaming was interrupted by a change in Reicher's cadence. His withdrawal was slow but his return was faster and harder.
He rammed his cock into her tight hole with a strong thrust. The battering prick slammed at the wall of muscle separating her cunt from her ass. Her fingers stroked harder and faster over her erogenous flesh. She tantalized the sensitive cunt, adding to the erotic rapture she was enjoying.
She wriggled her ass and rocked back and forth in coital thrusts. He acknowledged her cue and accelerated the pistoning of his prick. With the increased cadence, Ilona increased the frigging of her pussy. Her fingers moved to her clitoris. She began a series of rubbing and pulling strokes on the stiff piece of tiny engorged flesh.
His thrusting cock stirred new lustful thrills in her. She emitted low murmurs of delight. "Mmmm-mm! Mmmmmm!"
Reicher's swaying balls flailed at the inside of her thighs in soft pats. His hips were rocking faster. She heard his heavy grunting from the exertion of his increased efforts. Her teasing fingers strummed in faster strokes across her clitty.
Their coupled bodies pistoned back and forth in frenzied movements. Her frame quivered in the throes of an oncoming orgasm.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned in ecstatic anguish. "I'm going to come, I'm going to come! Oh, it's wonderful! It's wonderful! Oh, your cock feels so good!"
Her lascivious remarks made him respond with stronger thrusts. His breathing became more labored. Her fingers were a blur in their frantic massage over her clitty. The stirring exhilaration began to churn in the entrals of her snatch. It struck with the sudden force of a catapult!
Ilona's hand was drenched with the downpour of musky come. The thick sticky substance saturated her fingers. Inside her steaming twat, her orgasmic lava bubbled.
The battering prick in her ass made a final thrust. His prick contracted and expanded. The erupting prick was stuck in her anal scabbard up to the hilt. She felt the hot jism spraying her anal wall.
His lower trunk was curved about her rounded ass as he expended the last drop of come. He rested his head on her back for several minutes. With a reluctant sigh, he removed his shrunken cock from her asshole. It came out with a soft, moist, popping sound.
"Ach! That was good! You are improving! I think it's time for us to have some lunch. Afterwards, we will experiment some more!"
His invitation for lunch was welcomed. She was concerned about afterwards!
Accepting his depraved philosophy wasn't difficult. She had embraced it like a true proselyte. Inflicting pain on another human and enjoying it was the easy part. Each time he exposed her to it, he expected more.
Ilona felt like the maiden in the Arabian Nights. In order to stay alive, the maiden recited a different story for a thousand and one nights. Ilona didn't think her imagination was that good. She was slowly running out of ways to torture people.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Reicher allowed her to sit at the table with him. This was another concession hard won. He didn't give her a large portion of food. What there was of it was tasty and wholesome! There was no lunch for the prisoners slaving on the various work details!
Being a part of Reicher's experiment had caused three deaths already. Ilona had contributed to three innocent people's deaths. There were no feelings of remorse or guilt. Only the incentive to stay alive! If it meant killing others to achieve this end, so be it!
It wasn't difficult to do once you bribed your conscience with the offer of living. At one time, she had mixed emotions about doing what she did. No more! She found a sexual outlet based on pain and she desired more.
"Well, what have you planned for this afternoon?" he asked. "I have invited Ober-sturmhann fuehrer to be present. I want to demonstrate my theories to him. If he accepts my projects, I will be able to obtain additional guinea pigs! Don't disappoint me!"
Ilona knew what the admonition meant! Don't make Reicher look bad or else it would be bad for her!
There was still some time left. Ilona strained her brain to create a scene suitable to Reicher's taste. Something novel and interesting enough to influence Schnermann.
"Before we leave, let me know what you will need so that we don't waste any time!" Reicher said.
"It's a shame that Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer Schnermann didn't see the demonstration this morning. If it wasn't for the fact that you saw it, I would use it," she said. Secretly, she hoped he would suggest using it again. That would solve her problem.
"That was good! Worthy of consideration but no! I do not want to see that again. So? What have you in mind?"
"I will need a man and a woman," she requested. "And several whips, a soldering iron, and several long surgical needles. Yes! That should do it!"
His eyes shone with enthusiasm. "I know you will not disappoint me. If you help me succeed, I can premise you a much easier life here!"
Another incentive had been given to her. Make Reicher look good and live longer and better! She was determined to give her best performance.
Reicher picked up his phone and ordered Ilona's requisitions. When they arrived at the demonstration room, Schnermann was waiting for them with two young girls. The man and woman Ilona asked for were already fastened to the wall. Reicher went through the military formality of recognizing his superior.
The lieutenant waved his arm towards the two imprisoned victims. It was Ilona's cue to begin.
"We'll need our assistants naked and facing the wall," Ilona said. "Better still! I think the demonstration will be more effective if they are suspended from the ceiling."
Reicher snapped his fingers and two soldiers jumped forward to complete her request. In a short while, the man and woman were stripped and hanging from a chain by their wrists.-Ilona picked up a cat-o'-nine tails. She shook out the lashes to straighten the strips of leather. She brought her arm back and swung viciously at the woman's back. The woman's body twitched and the body swung on the chain from the force of the blow. The only sound the woman uttered was a low groan.
SPLATT! The tails were brought across the woman's buttocks. Her legs parted. Ilona brought the whip sharply into her crotch. She caught her helpless victim inside the crotch, hitting her ass and cunt.
"Kiirva!" The woman spat out contemptuously. Her legs scissored in wild kicks to shake off the pain.
"So I'm a whore, eh?" Ilona snarled. SPLATT! SPLATT! The lashes struck twice in butal blows across the small of the woman's back.
Each time the body jerked from the blow, Ilona felt a surge of lustful current. A film of moisture coated her cunt. Her arm was tiring from the beating. It was time to present some other diversion for her audience.
Plugging in the soldering iron, Ilona watched the tip glow from red to white. Her blood was racing faster through her system. She felt it pounding in her temples. The effect upon her was like a powerful stimulant. A raging turbulence was a whirlpool in her loins.
She applied the tip of the iron to the anus of the woman. A savage howling scream shattered the watchful silence of the spectators. The woman writhed and screamed in sustained agony. Ilona smiled, her lips twisting in a sadistic grin.
The woman swung about on the chain supporting her frame in midair.
"Tie their feet down!" Ilona ordered. She was caught in the fever of depraved passion. A soldier fastened the legs of the two victims to the floor.
Ilona stepped in front of the tortured woman. The face was contorted in agonized pain. Her face was pale with weakness from the ordeal. The small elongated tits bounced up and down with her heavy sobs.
With trembling hands, Ilona brought the iron to the exposed cunt. A soft hissing sound was lost in the hysterical shriek the woman emitted. A small wisp of smoke emanated from the abused pussy. An odor of burnt flesh filled Ilona's nostrils.
She felt her knees grow weak as the orgasm exploded in her cunt. Ilona had progressed to another plateau in her conversion. It was no longer necessary to have sex after the sadistic demonstrations to sate her lust. She was able to climax with the sight and sound of her victim's agony.
Orgasmic lava spilled out of her vaginal volcano, trickling down the sides of her thighs. What a glorious erotic thrill to hear and see the pain she inflicted! Ilona touched the underside of a tit and the woman screamed with an ear-piercing shriek. The body jerked and went limp.
There was time to come back to the woman later when she revived. She had the man to work on now. Turning her attention to him, she met his gaze of defiance and disgust.
"Lofasz a segedbe!" he shouted at her.
Ilona's face darkened in embarrassed anger. Reicher laughed and Schnermann asked why he laughed.
"This Hungarian animal shows spirit! He told her to have a horse's prick up her ass!" Reicher translated.
She picked up the soldering iron and jammed it viciously into his ass. His body stiffened and he gritted his teeth. This bastard would be screaming for mercy before she was through with him!
The odor of burnt flesh grew strong. Ilona removed the iron. "How did you like that?" she snarled.
He sucked in his breath in a deep inhalation. His head shook to rid himself of the cobwebs of darkness gathering there "Kurva!" he answered weakly.
She picked up a slender surgical needle. Grabbing his cock in one hand, she rammed the pin through the head of his prick. It penetrated one side and came out the other.
A low groan of anguish rumbled in his throat. Damn! This momzer was a tough one!
Ilona placed the iron against one end of the needle. A twisted sadistic smile played on her lips. "Beg for mercy, you animal!"
"Buz meg!" he groaned.
This was a tough nut to crack! The others had been easy. His defiance was infuriating her. She was losing control of the situation, making her look bad. Ilona glared at the man. Her objective was to torture the victim calmly, savoring the carnal rapture of the moment.
Pausing to collect her wits, Ilona began over again. She brought the soldering iron directly on his prick, she watched his face for signs of agony.
His eyes were shuttered tight. His face was screwed up in pain. Compressed lips filtered out muffled moans. Her pulse began to beat rapidly. You'll scream for me, yet, she said in silent taunt!
Ilona removed the iron from his cock. She reached for his balls. The fleshy sac rested in her cupped palm. An erotic tingle shot up her arm and travelled to her cunt. She felt the erogenous itch in her damp slit.
Her palm toyed with the twin agates in a gentle caress. "What lovely balls you have!" she smirked.
She looked up into his face. For the first time, fear reflected in his eyes. The pulsating erotic thrill grew stronger within her. She had found the chink in his armor of courage! An exhilerating elation stirred inside her and increased the juices in her cunt.
Ilona squeezed softly on his balls. "All you have to do is ask for mercy! You have proven how brave you are. That isn't too much to ask for, is it?"
Exerting a little more pressure, she gave him a sympathetic look. She hoped he would interpret it as a sincere offer.
"No, never!" he answered.
"Then, enjoy this!" she said. She squeezed a little harder, pressing the two balls together.
"Ahhhrrrr!" he groaned. It wasn't a loud cry but it was a start! Ilona was pleased with the reaction she got. His low cry of pain evoked a flush of erotic rapture for her. Her fingers tightened on the pliant mass.
He screamed! A triumphant smile played on her lips. She kept the pressure up. His hips rocked in coital thrusts trying to shake her grip loose.
Ilona loosened her grip for a brief moment and squeezed again. Another cry of pain bubbled from his throat. She picked up a needle. A sharp thrust through the loose scrotum skin and she skewered one of his balls.
This thime she struck the right nerve! A tormented scream echoed in the room. Ilona's cunt overflowed form the spasming orgasm. Her senses reeled from the ecstatic headiness of the rapturous exaltation.
She grasped the needle and worried it back and forth. He continued to cry out in torment. Everything was working out beautifully. Her subject remained conscious for some time, prolonging her thrill.
Ilona turned to see Reicher's reaction. There was a bulge in his crotch. His face was bathed in an ecstatic smile of sadistic bliss. The two girls with Schnermann were transfixed in horrified fascination. One looked as though she were ready to vomit.
Schnermann appeared to be absorbed in clinical interest.
The man's body shook in violent convulsions, grew rigid for a brief moment, then relaxed. A blanket of unconsciousness mercifully spared him further torment.
Ilona looked at the woman, hoping she was conscious. Her frightened eyes were fixed on the man's bleeding cock.
"I'm glad you're back with us!" she said to the woman.
"No, no! No more, please! No more!" the woman begged.
Ilona picked up two needles and the woman uttered a terrified squeal. The needles were pushed through the sides of the areolae. Screams of pain accompanied the torturous thrusts. A thin stream of blood trickled from the wounds. Ilona used the same method of continuous pain. She worried the pins back and forth.
Like an alcoholic needing a drink or an addict desiring a fix, Ilona fought the urge to cry out for sex. She was tempted to frig herself. Inflicting cruel punishment upon her victims had aroused a carnal lust that was overwhelming.
A gasping moan behind made her turn around.
One of the girls had fainted.
"This little bitch doesn't seem to have the stomach for this!" Schnermann remarked in an annoyed voice. "Do you think you can condition her, Franz?" Nothing too drastic! Just to give her a taste of it!"
"Jawohl, Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer!" Reicher assured him. "One has to experience the joy of pain before he can inflict it, nicht wahr, Jewish pig?"
"Yes, yes!" Ilona agreed. "You are right, Herr Lieutenant! Perhaps we can give the Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer a demonstration now!"
She was eager for another victim.
"Take down the woman and put this one up!" Reicher ordered a soldier. "And take off her clothes! And don't be too gentle about it!"
The soldier seemed to be happy at the opportunity to strip and touch the young girl. He ripped off the clothes. His hands fondled her breasts as he caught her under the armpits to lift her. She was carried to where the two bodies were strung up. In removing the woman, he made it a point to fondle her cunt and tits.
Ilona smiled at his obvious attmept at a cheap thrill. Reaching up, she slapped at the girl's face. "Wake up, wake up!"
The girl regained consciousness, shaking her head to rid herself of the dazed feeling. The import of her position didn't take effect at first. Realizing where she was, her eyes widened in fear.
"Oh, no, no! Please, please! Don't hurt me! I've done nothing. I can't stand pain! Please, please, have pity!" she sobbed. Her body swayed as tearful tremors shook her.
Ilona ran her hand over the smooth soft flesh of her rounded asscheeks. A lascivious chill rushed along her spine at the contact. In a little while, the white skin would be a bright red.
She ran her expiring hand along the perineum, sliding it into the girl's hairy slit. In a teasing tone, Ilona asked, "how would you like to feel pain? In your ass or cunt?"
Her fingers reached for the clitoris. She pinched and twisted the erogenous node. The girl cried out! "No, no! Oh, please don't hurt me! I haven't done anything to you! Why ... why are you doing this to me?" She cried in a high pitched wail.
Ilona wasn't ready to hurt her yet. She didn't exert too much pressure when she tweaked the vulnerable clitty. Just enough pressure to frighten the girl.
Touching the clitty sent new shivers of erotic delight throughout her nervous system. She had a strong sense of power handling the defenseless piece of flesh.
"Shhhh! Don't carry on so! I haven't started yet! Perhaps, I should start on your breasts!" Ilona taunted. Her hands reached out and massaged the firm resilient mounds of flesh.
The girl tried to shrink from her touch. "Oh, nooo!" she moaned. "Please, please!"
Ilona's eyes shone with sadistic delight. She was enjoying the verbal torment. It was time to begin.
She picked up the cat and swung the whip at the unprotected ass. SPLATT! Her body flinched and swayed on the chain that held her. The gluteal muscles on her buttocks twitched. A cry of frieghtened pain escaped the girl's lips. Reddish welts, the width of the stripes, left an impression on her ass.
Ilona swung the cat again. SPLATT! The girl cried out again. Part of the lashes criss-crossed over the first set of imprints. Heavy sobs shook the girl's body. She continued to plead for mercy.
SPLATT! SPLATT! The lash struck two more times and the splotches of the cream colored skin changed colors. The girl's asscheeks were turning a rosy red. Ilona closed her eyes to imagine the stinging burning sensation in her victim's ass. It was a delicious feeling!
She swung again and parts of the burning red was a flaming red. The young round ass was a mass of bright red. Ilona could almost feel the heat emanating from the bruised buttocks.
The girl began to scream hysterically. Ilona knew the torment the girl was experiencing. She shivered in ecstatic rapture.
"Soon you will know that pain is pleasure and you will beg me to beat you more and harder!" Ilona told her.
Her eyes shone with lust as she continued the beating.
SPLATT! The whip crashed down again and one welt burst open. A strip of blood appeared.
"Oh, yes, yes! You are right! Pain is pleasure!" the girl said. "More, more! Beat me more!"
A malevolent laugh cackled in Ilona's throat. "You are too quick to agree with me. You do not sound like you mean it! You are just saying that to get me to stop beating you. Don't worry! I'll know when you are sincere!"
"No, no! I mean it, I mean it! See, I won't cry out anymore!" the girl insisted.
Ilona swung two vicious blows at the girl's rump.
A muffled grunt filtered past her lips. She called out, "More, more! Pain is pleasure!"
SPLATT! She struck the bleeding bruised buttocks a final time. Her arm was getting weary and the blows were losing their force. For all intents and purposes, the demonstration was a satisfactory one. She was perspiring from the effort. It was time to rest.
Looking at her handiwork, she enjoyed the sight of smeared blood on the girl's brutalized ass. She was satisfied it was a convincing exhibition.
Ilona looked around at Reicher and Schnermann expecting some comment of approval.
"Yes, Franz, it was a convincing show! I'm sure the other officers would like to see it. Perhaps you can arrange one! Let me know!" Schnermann said. "Come!" he addressed the other girl, "it is time for our own entertainment."
As soon as Schnermann was out the door, Ilona, with shameless abandon, removed her clothing. She didn't care anything about the presence of the soldier in the room. She turned to Reicher. His eyes were focused on the brutalized bleeding buttocks with gleaming fascination.
"Get that bitch down!" he ordered the soldier. "I'm going to fuck her. You can have this bitch!"
Reicher stripped off his uniform while the girl was taken down. Ilona stared at his rampant prick, longing to have it inside of her. There was nothing she could do about it! She saw the lust shining in Reicher's eyes. She sighed! From the way the soldier hurried to removed his clothes, she expected a quick fuck. Hardly enough to satisfy her needs!
She lay down on the cold stone floor and waited for the soldier to impale her cunt on his eager cock. A scream ripped through the room. Ilona turned her head in the direction of the cry.
Reicher had his prick in the girl's ass. The girl was moaning and wailing at the violation of her virgin ass. Soft sobbing cries dribbled from her lips. Ilona responded to the sounds and sight of the rape.
Her impassioned libido had diminished when Reicher had selected the girl over her. It returned with renewed impulses as she watched Reicher in action.
He was fucking the girl's ass with a frenzied vigor. Her screams and pleas continued to add to the exciting scene. Ilona began to inhale and exhale in sensual breathing. She couldn't wait for the soldier to start fucking her. "Machen sie schnell!" she urged him in a husky whisper.
The soldier shoved his cock into her anxious pussy. From the way he moved, Ilona sensed a quick fuck, leaving her unfulfilled.
She threw her legs about his hips, imprisoning his body close to hers. "Slowly, slowly! I want to enjoy your cock! Let us enjoy this moment together. Make it last!" she whispered into his ear.
He looked into her face and grinned lewdly. Nodding, he answered, "I'll show you a good fuck!"
Ilona was so engrossed in Reicher and the girl, she never bothered to look at her soldier's cock. She became aware of its snug fit in her snatch. His prick seemed thicker and longer than Reicher's.
The soldier caught one of her tits in his hand and brought it to his mouth. He made soft sucking sounds nibbling on her sensitive nipple. She felt the erogenous node stiffening under his oral teasing.
His prick rode in and out of her moist trench with practiced skill. In response to her urging, he had changed his style. He brought his cock back in a slow withdrawal. The return of his prick was a thrusting drive. Undulating his hips, he gave the drive of his dick a twist, grinding his hard shaft into the sensitive flesh of her vaginal walls.
Ilona exhaled a sigh of blissful approval. "Ahhhhrrr!"
The soldier grinned at her and continued the deliberate twisting grinds. She was enjoying the fullness of the slow pistoning cock. Her ass scraped against the cold stone floor as she wriggled her hips in tandem with his thrusting shaft.
It was ironic! Before this nightmare began, her sex life with her husband was normal. She enjoyed the foreplay and the frenzied coupling. Now, she doubted if she could ever return to that life. Her standards had changed!
Sadism was the opiate she needed to arouse her! It didn't matter whether she was the donor or recipient! She required the lascivious thrills the act generated.
"Bite my tit!" she urged in a low hoarse voice. "Fuck me, fuck me harder!"
His teeth dug into her tit. The nerve endings sent messages of pain to her head. She groaned in appreciative agony as he bit harder.
Her heart and pulse beat increased. She was breathing faster. As though her response was contagious, the soldier reacted to her fervor.
He moved with faster thrusts. His cock shuttled in and out, heating her cuntal walls with the friction of his pistoning dick. Dona moved her hips, keeping in tempo with him.
Her ass bounced against the floor. She wriggled her hips from side to side, then bucked her pelvis back and forth. She alternated her movements, adding sensual undulations to increase the contact of his cock against her cuntal flesh.
He had stopped biting her tit. His concentration was on the impending climax building up in his loins. Ilona grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Her head rolled from side to side in an intense erotic rapture.
Deep in her entrails, she felt the burbeoning orgasm. It was churning in the pit of her stomach. Whoosh! Exploding in her twat, it shot up to her brain. The deep throbbing pulsations of her orgasm continued in a prolonged climax. She emitted a series of ecstatic moans! "Ohhh! Ahhrr! Ahhrrr!"
The soldier added his contribution to the lascivious sensuality permeating her senses. With frenzied drives, he shot his load of come into her overflowing come filled snatch. Instead of making a final thrust, he kept on fucking. He was trying to sustain the hard jabs of his cock as long as possible.
Ilona moved with his coital thrusts, savoring the last stages of his hard-on. As his prick softened, he collapsed against her body, letting the last drops of his jism drip into her saturated pussy.
He withdrew his softened cock with reluctance.
She looked up into his smiling face as he stood above her.
"How did you like that?" he asked.
She smiled back. "Perfect! Any time you want a reference with any of the other women here, I'll be glad to give you one."
He laughed. Ilona was surprised at her boldness. Prisoners did not take such license with their captors. She felt she was unique. Remembering her status, she turned to look at Reicher.
He was finished and standing over the prone girl. She remained moaning pitiful sobs. Reicher's cock and his groin was covered with blood. Ilona saw her bloodied ass and a pool of blood about her hips.
Reicher looked towards the soldier. "Take this garbage back to the barracks. I'm sure the men will appreciate what's left!" He swivelled his eyes towards Ilona. "And you! The show you gave Schnermann wasn't bad! I'm giving you twenty-four hours to prepare a good show for the officers. It better be good! I don't want to look like a fool!"
"Yes! Herr Lieutenant! It will be the best one you ever saw! You can depend upon it!"
There was no other answer to give! But Ilona was worried! She had no idea of what she was going to do!
CHAPTER NINE
Since her arrival, Ilona had limited contact with the rigors of the camp as well as other inmates. She attributed her fate to a stroke of luck. Following Reicher about the camp, Ilona had a free moment to concentrate on her own fate.
She doubted her ability to please Reicher forever. When she would lose favor, he would dispose of her. Shari was a good example of that. She had been someone's mistress but it didn't influence Reicher when he sacrificed her for the sake of an experiment.
The two young girls Reicher had turned over the soldiers also demonstrated his indifference.
Ilona's brow furrowed in a frown. There were two things to worry about now! The demonstration she was to prepare for the following night and her own survival.
They passed two soldiers beating a prisoner senseless with their rifle butts. Reicher kept on walking. Ilona ignored them. This wasn't any kind of exquisite torture to enjoy. It was murder! To her, there was a difference!
After supper, Reicher allowed her to wander about the camp. He gave her a nine o'clock curfew. Ilona visited the infirmary. She asked for Dr. Kara-ly.
"Well, what's it this time?" he asked.
"I came over to thank you for all that you have done for me. Besides, I wanted someone to speak to."
"I'm flattered. But what about the people in your section? No one to speak to there?" he replied.
She shook her head. Her face flushed. "I don't sleep in a barracks. I'm Reicher's mistress."
"Oh!" Karaly said.
"Tell me," she asked, ignoring his succinct exclamation, "has anyone ever escaped from here?"
He looked at her in mild surprise. "Are you contemplating an escape?"
"Doesn't everyone? You haven't answered my question."
"As far as I know there has been only one successful escape. It took months of planning and preparation. In your ... er ... present assignment, I don't think it would be possible. You have to be assigned out in the fields beyond the inner gates. Even then, there is no guarantee it would work again!"
"Then ... then, it's hopeless!" Disappointment etched her lowered voice.
"There's always an injection of phenol into the heart!" he replied. "Within seconds, there is no pain and no more worry. Would you like that?"
She gave him a withering look. "I'm not ready to die yet! When I am, you will be the first to know!"
"I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I was just trying to impress upon you what there is here," he said in an apologetic tone.
"I understand! Good night!"
Ilona walked away dejected. She had hoped to find a solution. Instead, she found despair!
Back in Reicher's quarters, she fixed her pallet on the floor and stretched out. Sleep was an elusive escape. She tossed and turned wishing she had something to relax her. After several hours of fitful sleeplessness, Ilona dozed off.
She started to dream. All her victims were in the torture room. Ilona was suspended from the ceiling by her wrists. Each of her victims subjected her to the same cruel tortures she inflicted upon them. Ilona screamed aloud, waking herself up. Her body was coated with cold perspiration. She stared around the room, orienting herself. Glancing at Reicher's bed, she saw it was still empty.
Ilona had no idea what time it was! Lying back on the floor, she tried to fall asleep. Her nightmare wouldn't let her!
She jumped awake when the foot nudged her in the ribs. "Huhr!" she grunted in startled exclamation.
"What do you think this is, a country club? Get your lazy ass up! I want you to make preparations for tonight's show!" Reicher ordered.
Once awake, Ilona moved about quickly. Reicher expected her to give him her requirements for that evening. She had no more of an idea of what she was going to do than what the morning's breakfast would be!
"Where are we going to hold this show?" she asked.
"Ja! That's a good question! I don't want to hold it in that small room. That's an important factor! Where to have it! I'll check into the matter after breakfast and let you know."
She blew a sigh of relief. It wasn't a reprieve, just a delay! At least it gave her more time to think. After breakfast, Reicher left her to make arrangements for a suitable place to hold his show. Ilona toyed with several ideas and dismissed them. Not right! If she wasn't able to give him a satisfactory answer when he returned, it would all be over for her!
He returned an hour later. "Come with me! I want you to see where you are going to perform," he said.
They walked into a building which appeared to be a small theatre. It had a small auditorium and a stage.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked. "Tell me what you will need and I'll have it ready for you by tonight."
"Two young girls! About eighteen or nineteen with nice sized tits! Two young men! About twenty-two!" she qualified her request. She added a list of items; two non-poisonous snakes, two long lengths of small chains, a scalpel, two candles, and a speculum. Ilona also asked for the rope supports to be set a certain way for suspension of the victims' bodies.
Reicher rubbed his hands together in gleeful approval. "This sounds like you've outdone yourself. I can't wait to see this one!"
With her problem solved, Ilona also looked forward to that evening. She had a rough idea of what she intended to do. There was plenty of time to refine her plans. An exciting tingle coursed through her as she visualized her victims and the tortures she intended to inflict upon them.
Reicher was in good spirits during the evening meal. In a gesture of generosity, he gave Ilona a regular meal instead of a portion of his scraps.
As the hour for the exhibition approached, Ilona felt a nervous churning in her stomach. Part of it was attributed to nervousness. There was also the excitement of the sadistic torment she had planned. Her palms were sweating and her throat was dry. A lustful fever heated her blood, sending it bubbling through her nervous system.
For the occasion, she obtained a skirt and blouse to wear instead of a cumbersome dress. Ilona obtained Reicher's permission to remove the blouse in order to have more freedom of movement.
He escorted her into the small theatre. A number of officers were seated, waiting for the show to begin. Several greeted him with obscene banter. He grinned back, adding his own lewd comments.
Reicher gestured towards the stage and sat down. Ilona continued to the side of the stage and mounted steps to it.
Her victims were bound naked as she had requested. The two young men were suspended in a parallel position about two feet off the ground. Each arm and leg were fastened to a rope.
The girls were suspended in a different manner. They were upright, suspended about a foot off the ground. Separate ropes were attached to each arm and leg. Each leg was tied to a floor ring, holding them in a spread-eagled position.
When Ilona reached the stage, the audience applauded and whistled. A flush of excitement filled her face. She responded to the ovation. This was her thrilling moment! She trembled with carnal elation.
Picking up the two harmless snakes, she brought them in front of the two girls. Terrified shrieks chorused from their throats at the sight of the reptiles. They struggled against their bonds, squirming and twisting to escape the closensss of the snakes.
The audience roared with laughter, applauding their pleasure.
Ilona knew this would appeal to them. It was a psychological gambit! Her audience reacted to the frightened squeals of the girls although nothing was happening. It was a kind of window dressing to put the audience in the right mood to appreciate the rest of the show.
She flipped the snakes about the girls' necks like a collar. Her victims howled and cried out, twisting in frantic fear to rid themselves of the snakes.
A loud steady stream of quips came from the officers. They were enjoying the discomfort of the victims.
The snakes wriggled along the naked bodies and dropped to the ground. Ilona picked them up and placed them back in the cage.
Picking up the two lengths of chain, she swung them at the back of the first girl. The chain crashed against the back. Part of it curled about the ribs and slashed into the unprotected stomach. A scream of pain tore from the girl's throat. Her body jerked against the ropes. A cruel red welt marked the point of contact.
Ilona felt the lascivious titillation affecting her after the first blow. It was like the foreplay during her lovemaking with her husband. First, the increase in heart beat and pulse and the gentle pulsations in her loins! After that, the gradual buildup to the climax!
She moved with her eyes partially closed in a dream-like trance. Ilona felt the sensual chill travelling along her back. The nape of her neck bristled in erotic excitement.
Ilona swung the chain again, aiming for the hips. It struck across the buttocks. The front of the chain whipped into the girl's cunt. The girl became hysterical, screaming and crying. The sight of the new bruise increased Ilona's metabolism. She whipped the chain out again, catching the girl across the waist.
Some of the audience called out encouragement, urging her to exert more effort.
Their remarks enflamed the embers of cruel passion smoldering inside of her. Ilona whipped the chains again in rapid succession. A prolonged shriek of agony echoed in the theatre as the girl cried out.
The other girl looked on in helpless frightened sympathy. The men watched from their awkward confinement.
Ilona's victim struggled hopelessly against her bonds. Her back was a patchwork of fiery lacerations with the imprint of the chain links' outline.
There were tiny white areas showing. The front part of her body displayed the same bruises where the portion of the chains had struck.
The sounds from her audience, the girl's anguished shrieks, and the sight of the cruel welts increased Ilona's lustful ardor. She felt an acceleration in her respiration. Her eyes shone with a fanatical gleam. Moisture gathered in her cunt as her pussy licked its lips in lascivious anticipation.
She lashed out with the chains several more times until she broke the young tender flesh. Bloodied stripes trickled into other stripes creating a canvas of bright red flesh. The girl's screams of agony continued to reverberate in the auditorium.
Ilona was perspiring now from the heat of her passion and the effort exerted in the beating. Having received Reicher's permission earlier, Ilona removed her blouse. Whistles of appreciation greeted the gesture. Several of the officers offered obscene remarks. Ilona grinned in appreciation.
She picked up the two candles and moved towards the two men. The candles were inserted into their assholes. Lighting the candles, she said, "We're having a party here tonight! What would a party be without candles!"
Her remark was greeted with applause and ribald comments. Their reactions incited her more.
"Let me know if it gets too hot!" she joked.
Picking up the speculum, she approached the second girl. "Tell me dear, are you a virgin?"
The girl stared down in wide-eyed fear. "Please, please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded in a low voice.
"Louder!" Ilona yelled at her. "You still haven't answered my question! Are you a virgin?"
She began to sob. Her young firm breasts jiggled in an erratic dance. "I'm ... I'm ... a virgin!" she answered in tearful reply. "Please, please, don't hurt me!"
"Louder, louder! No one can hear you!" Ilona demanded.
Ilona thrilled to this role of power. It added to the turbulent passion churning within her. Her panties were soaked with the erogenous emission induced by an erotic exhilaration. She squeezed her thighs together to increase the thrilling friction against her cunt.
She pushed the flanged lips of the medical instrument into the throat of the girl's snatch. Squeezing the handles of the speculum, Ilona began to stretch the cuntal lips.
"Oh, no, no!" the girl moaned in a low wail. "Please, no, no!"
A squeal of pain escaped the girl's throat. Blood dripped from her pussy as the hymen ripped open. "Please, don't hurt me anymore. I can't take pain!"
The girl's statement enflamed Ilona's passions more. "Pain is pleasure, my dear!" she told her. "So far, all I've done is taken away your cherry! Every woman loses that and it isn't so terrible! Here! You will love this!"
A malevolent smile creased Ilona's face. She was feeling the girl's fear and pain and it excited her. A desire to interrupt this torture and start fucking came over her. The urge was strong! Her temples were pounding! All her senses were filled with a lustful exhilaration. Nothing mattered except inflicting more pain and increasing the erotic ecstasy permeating her body.
She continued to stretch the girl's snatch making her cry out in agonized screams. Ilona placed two fingers into the dilated snatch. Her fingers splashed in the warm moist fountain of blood. The tactile contact caused her to have a mild orgasm. A small flow of come was discharged into her already saturated panty crotch.
Ilona continued to push her penetrating fingers deeper into the violated twat. The contact of her hand probing at the throat of the bleeding cunt sent shivers of carnal rapture through her. She continued to stretch the cunt lips. Withdrawing the two fingers, Ilona introduced three fingers. The pressure on the girl's pussy made her scream in hysterical despair.
"Soon, soon!" Ilona said in soothing tones. "You will feel a joy you never felt before! Just a little more pain and you will experience a sexual happiness that you would never believe you could achieve!"
She continued to force her fingers deeper into the girl's vaginal vestibule. Five fingers had gained partial entry. Ilona maintained a steady pressure and managed to insert her hand deep inside the vaginal sheath.
Her fingers pressed into the cuntal walls feeling the pliant muscles of the erogenous snatch. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, enjoying an ex-hilerating surge of ecstatic rapture. Her hand was buried up to her wrist in the girl's torn cunt.
Ilona had ripped the pussy. Blood from the lacerated twat spilled over her hand. Her exploring fingers touched the cervix. She began to piston her hand in a slow coital imitation. The simulated fuck sent shudders of erotic rapture through her. Ilona closed her eyes and imagined a tremendous cock was fucking her cunt.
The girl stopped struggling and screaming. She had fainted from the excruciating agony. Ilona kept moving her fist inside the ruptured cunt lips. Her fingers stroked the resilient, warm, moist flesh of the vagina's walls.
She was like a child enjoying playing with mud! Feeling the soft, comforting, luxuriant texture! Ilona pulled her hand out and the flow of blood increased.
Examining her hand, Ilona stared at the coating of claret, fascinated at the sight. She had achieved a strong orgasmic reaction to the sadistic violation of the girl's snatch. No other similar encounter aroused her as much as this one!
She pressed her hand against the girl's tits, wiping off the blood. Most of the excess was removed.
The two men were swinging to and fro. Ilona watched with malevolent enjoyment as the hot melted" wax dripped around the sphincters of their asses.
Their bodies twisted in an attempt to shake off the searing effects of the molten wax. She saw their contorted faces, bravely trying to hold back cries of pain. Her lips spread in a cruel smile.
"It's your turn to discover the pleasures of pain," she said. Removing the candle from the ass of one of her victims, Ilona tilted the candle with the flame pointing downward. Large drops of hot wax dripped into the sphincter. The man remained silent, stoically enduring the burning pain.
Ilona blew out the candle. "You are not cooperating!" she said in a chiding tone.
"Buz meg!" he cursed.
"I can't fuck myself!" she answered in clipped tones. "But I can fuck you!"
Picking up the speculum, she jammed it into his anus. She squeezed the handles viciously, forcing a small opening in the puckered brownish hole. Her eyes shone with a lustful gleam as she shoved two fingers into the elastic lips of the sphincter.
The lining of his rectal sheath was warm and moist like the girl's cunt. Her heart pounded with rapid pulsations of erotic exhilaration. Fist fucking the girl had sent tremors of ecstatic delirium through her. Every nerve within Ilona had tingled with intense erotic rapture.
She never believed such erogenous abuse could induce the kind of reaction she experienced!
In her sexual relationship with men, Ilona had tasted the basic varieties of carnal contact. She had sucked cock, been fucked in the ass and cunt, and savored the erotic joy of being eaten. This moment was a form of sweet revenge! For the first time, she was fucking a man! Her hand was the phallic instrument!
The constricted lips of the asshole yielded in grudging surrender as it stretched from the pressure of the speculum. A low moan of anguish dribbled from the man's lips. Ilona's sadistic smile became a broad grin. She would make this bastard scream yet! And she would enjoy the perverse pleasure of climaxing, triggered by her victim's agonizing shrieks of pain!
A small fissure appeared at his asshole. She saw a pencil-thin line of blood appear. Tightening her grip, Ilona forced the sphincter open wider. The man cried out in pain! Three fingers forced their way into the hole.
The sound of retching in back of her made her turn around. Her first female victim had revived and was throwing up. Ilona laughed and turned back to the sodomitic assault.
She had managed to insert five fingers into the torn anal aperture. Keeping up the painful pressure, Ilona gained access with her fist. Blood was spurting upward and over her hand. The sight and feel of the warm red liquid sent titillating currents into her pussy.
Her hand was imbedded in the man's asshole. She shuttled her fist in jerky rapid thrusts. The man screamed and stiffened for a brief moment. She felt his body slacken. Ilona kept fist fucking the ripped asshole.
She lost all sense of presence! The erotic rapture induced by the lustful torture transported Ilona to a plateau of intense erotic stimulation. She was aware only of the sensual exhilaration permeating her senses. In her cunt, vibrant orgasmic pulsations released a heavy flood of come.
Removing her fist, she saw the mixed coloring of shit and blood. She wiped her hand all over the man's back trying to rid herself of the offal.
A cruel glint shone in her eyes as she turned her attention to her final victim.
Ilona approached him and patted him on the buttocks. "You are the fortunate one! No beating with chains or tearing your asshole open! I feel compassionate! You will not suffer much!"
Her hand held the scalpel. The victim tried to watch her movements as she drew closer. She captured his balls in the palm of one hand. With a quick slash, Ilona cut a slit in the back of the scrotum. The man screamed in pain and passed out.
Ilona was annoyed at his lack of consideration for her sadistic pleasure. In ager, she hacked at the scrotum, severing his balls from the rest of his prick.
She turned to her audience and was greeted by cheers and applause. Ilona thrilled to the response. It had been a very exciting evening. Picking up her blouse, she put it on.
Reicher met her as she came down the stairs of the stage. His eyes gleamed in victorious elation. "You did not disappoint me!" he told her. "Tomorrow, we will train others like you. We will have a glorious time as we expand this program! Go back to my quarters and wash up. Later, I will have some refreshments served as a reward for your excellent work."
Ilona walked out of the theatre with the compliments still filling her ears.
The thrill of the evening left her unfulfilled. She had to do something to alleviate the strong urge for real sex. Perhaps later, Reicher might fuck her or have some kind of sex with her!
She was tempted to pick up some soldier and fuck with him.
Walking out the door into the cool night air, Ilona's ardor cooled a little. She was met by Dr.
Karaly.
"You must be proud of that carnage you left behind you!" he said. "Congratulations! You are now a member of a very select group! A bunch of depraved sadistic animals!"
His sarcastic remark brought her back to a sense of reality. Karaly's cold reception and the cool night air sobered her. Ilona lost her lascivious urge.
She was angry with him for calling attention to her despicable conduct. Her face grew hot with irritation.
"One must survive and do what is necessary to accomplish this!" she answered.
"I would rather die with dignity and a clear conscience than remain alive in dishonor and a dead conscience!" he said.
"I might be able to accommodate you!" she snapped.
"I've heard you've been capable of putting people out of their misery. At least when they died, they were rid of you," he said, walking away.
"Buz meg!" she shouted after his departing back.
Karaly stopped, turned and smiled sadly. "These Nazi bastards did a thorough job on you! You're as bad as they are! What a shame!"
She stood trembling with fury, incensed by his remarks. A jumble of words leaped into her mind. He was out of earshot before she could retort. Her knuckles whitened as her fingers tightened on the bloodied scalpel still in her hands.
Her clenched grip on the instrument gave her a moment of panic. Ilona had walked out of the theatre with a weapon in her hand! If they caught her with it, she would be killed! Her first impulse was to throw the scalpel away. No, that wouldn't do! If they found it, they would know who threw it away!
A mischievous smiled played on her lips. A wild plan came to her mind! It was a dangerous one! But it offered a way to get even with Karaly for his remarks; it also offered a way to escape!
Karaly was right! She was as bad as their captors. If she could escape, she could try to redeem herself!
CHAPTER TEN
Ilona reached Reicher's quarters, pleased with her hastily contrived plan of escape. She filled up the tub and took a bath, washing off the blood encrusted on her hands. There was also the dried perspiration of her heated passion.
She dried herself off and waited for Reicher's return. He would be celebrating the success of his project, no doubt! And who made the major contribution to that success? None other than herself!
Ilona was counting on that to bring her plan to fruition. He came in, a little before midnight, singing off-key in a happy drunken voice.
"You did a good job, bitch! I've got great plans!"
"It was my pleasure, Herr Lieutenant! You promised refreshments as a reward. Would the Herr Lieutenant be interested in considering a suggestion for a little amusement? At the same time, I would feel it reward enough for pleasing you," she said.
He clapped his hands several times. "Naturalich! I am always in the mood for amusement! What would you like to do?"
"There is this Jew doctor in the infirmary! I would like to have him come here and be degraded by me. I have a feeling he dislikes me," she lied, "and I want to make him grovel. After that, we can torture him to death!"
Ilona knew a direct accusation might sign Karaly's death warrant. Suspicion was something else!
"Ja! I think that might be amusing! What's his name?"
Reicher called up a guardhouse and ordered Karaly to be brought to his quarters. Ilona felt the excitement mounting within her. So far her plan was working! There was also the thrilling exhileration of the sex she intended to have with Karaly. So he hated her for the acts she had committed! He would hate her more when she finished with him!
Karaly was ushered into Reicher's quarters. He assumed a humble attitude. "Yes, Herr Lieutenant? Is there something I can do for you?"
"My assistant has the impression that you dislike her. Is there any truth to it?" Reicher asked.
Karaly's face remained impassive. He glanced at Ilona who gave him a slight shake of her head.
"I don't know why she has that impression. In fact I had occasion to treat her twice at the infirmary. I have never given her cause to think that way," the doctor replied.
"Then if you do not dislike me, perhaps you would be willing to do something for me to show there are no hard feelings," Ilona said. She was luring him into her trap.
"Certainly! What would you like me to do?" Karaly asked.
"Lick my ass and cunt!" Ilona declared. Her face was wreathed in a mischievious smile.
"You sneaky bitch!" Reicher chuckled. "You are getting devious!" He turned to Karaly. "Well? What do you have to say."
Karaly looked at Ilona, his face empty of any emotion. She was anoyed by the lack of any reaction. "I am here to do your bidding. Whatever pleases you! How do you want me to start?"
Ilona removed her clothing, displaying her nude body. Her groin was discolored and marred by the ugly scars. If sucking her cunt was offensive to Karaly; how much more it should be looking at the disfigured pussy.
She lay down on the floor. "Lick my ass and cunt!" she demanded. "Make sure you do a good job! I want to feel that you enjoy satisfying me!"
Ilona laughed. She was enjoying this moment. The sanctimonious bastard was going to kiss her ass and cunt! She would try to make it as difficult for him as possible!
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable lying on a bed?" Karaly asked.
"I prefer the floor. By the way! Take off your clothes. I want to make sure you are enjoying sucking me off." She giggled. "I'll be able to see better with your clothes off."
Karaly took off his clothes and knelt between her thighs. "No, no!" Ilona protested. "Get on top of me with your cock over my face!" she insisted.
He took up the position, kneeling above her. She glanced up to see his balls and shrunken cock dangling over her face. Ilona reached up, cupping Karaly's balls in a gentle caress. The contact made her hand tingle. The titillating current sped into her blood stream.
A moist velvety tongue slid into her moist erogenous trench. His lingual spatula swept back and forth in lambent teasing licks. She sucked in her breath in a soft ecstatic hiss.
"Lick my ass!" Ilona demanded. . His tongue, its tantilizing lascivious licks arousing her passions, made Ilona recall the dog incident. She remembered the erotic sensation of the dog's tongue rooting in her asshole and cunt. Moisture leaked out of her cuntal pores induced by the memory and Karaly's efforts. Ilona uttered a low moan of rapturous approval.
"Ohhhrrrr! Esz yo! Esz yo! It's good! It's good!" she groaned in Hungarian.
Ilona trembled with sensual agitation as the moist tantilizing tongue slithered along her perineum. It travelled into her asscrack and found the puckered brownish hole. His tongue swirled about the tight sphincter, increasing her carnal passion. The tip stiffened and tried to penetrate the constricted asshole.
The sensual stimulation of the lingual massage sent ecstatic slivers of rapture slicing into her twat. She felt the electrifying lascivious currents radiating from her aroused pussy. Her eyes were shuttered to keep in the erotic bliss filling her senses.
Ilona opened her eyes for a brief moment. Karaly's cock was still dormant. She reached up for his shrunken piece and gave it a soft squeeze. "I want to see you enjoying what you're doing! Let's see a good stiff prick!"
She stroked it several times, tugging on it roughly. "Now suck my cunt!" she demanded.
Karaly's tongue retraced the wet trail back to her salivating snatch. He laved her mutilated pubes, stabbing his oral dagger into her cuntal scabbard. His tongue twisted and turned like a corkscrew. The oral stimulation evoked a voluptuous tingling of her nerve endings.
She squirmed, rubbing her ass against the carpeted floor. Using strong long licks, Karaly sent his tongue back and forth between her clitty and the cunt hole.
Ilona crooned a soft sigh as his mouth closed over the crest of her slit. "Ahherrr!" With the suction of a pneumatic tube, he vacuumed her clitoris into his mouth.
He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitty taut. His teeth nestled about the base of the venereal node in a gentle clamp. She thought he would bite it off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitoris firmly anchored. He stretched the erogenous flesh and shipped it with his caressing tongue.
She toyed with his balls and cock. Playing with them to induce a libidinous response. Ilona disliked the lack of any erotic reaction to this carnal act. She wanted him to be equally aroused.
A strong temptation to hurt him came over her. Ilona restrained herself. She needed him for her planned escape later on. This routine was sufficiently degrading to him and helped to ease her imagined insult.
"Come on! Make me come!" she demanded.
Karaly pushed one finger up her asshole and another into her snatch. Her hips gave a convulsive jerk at the twin insertions. He maintained his oral hold on her clitoris while his fingers frigged her holes.
Ilona tumbled her hips in a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion ignited the smoldering embers in her cunt. The heat permeated her body.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in erotic delight. Ilona was turned on by his stimulating efforts. Her nose caught the smells emanating from his body. It was a mixed odor. A partial fetid smell mixed with an antiseptic odor from the infirmary. The scent added to her erotic arousal.
Lancing shivers rolled up her spine. The delirious throbs in her snatch became more intense. Karaly's dual frigging added to the intensity of lascivious turbulence palpitating in her damp twat. His mouth coninued to stimulate the erogenous little button under the hood of her cuntal cowl.
"Ohhhrrr!" she growled, rocking her hips in cadence with the erotic tantalizing of his mouth. Ilona shoved her pussy into his face. An orgasmic whirlpool swirled inside her snatch. The height of her sexual arousal was at its peak.
Ilona was in throes of a violent sensual thrill. Her pelvis churned in response to his active mouth and fingers. A surge of ecstatic exhilaration pumped into her blood stream.
She came, loosing a flood of turbulent orgasmic juices. Karaly's face was buried into her spasming crotch. A shout of delirious parture escaped her lips.
"Oh, Esz yo, esz yo! It's good, it's good!" she exclaimed. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Suck my come out!"
He withdrew his fingers from her ass and cunt. His mouth fitted over her discharging snatch. Kara-ly sucked in with deep inspiration, draining the copious fluid out of her cunt. His tongue reached into the damp cavern to extract any residue.
She noticed his prick had swollen to a decent sized hard-on. So! He was still capable of getting aroused! Ilona was tempted to suck his cock! Or even jerk him off to release the come stored up in his balls!
The hell with it! Let him suffer with the hard-on!
"Enough, enough!" she called out. "You may stop licking my cunt!"
Karaly stood up, his chin glistening with a mixture of his saliva and her come.
"Well, have I proven there are no ill feelings between us?" he asked her.
"As far as I'm concerned, the only thing you proved was the ability to lick my ass and cunt," she answered.
Reicher laughed at her tone of voice. It was in keeping with the arrogant callow manner reserved for their victims. She had deliberately spoken that way to impress Reicher.
"Well! All that I have seen is a lot of pussy licking!" Reicher complained. "Where is that delightful touch of sadism you displayed earlier tonight!"
"I will need your help. I have been enjoying myself while you have been missing all the fun. This time we shall work together on this one! I am sure you will want to take part!" she said.
His head bobbed in eager agreement. His lips creased in a silly grin. "Ja! Ja! I would like that! I have been watching you have all the fun! What will we do with this one?"
"First, get some rope and help me tie him down to a chair," Ilona replied.
Reicher staggered from the room. "You really are sick!" Karaly said. "Will the sadistic torture of my body satisfy the madness that has twisted your mind?"
"Shut up and co-operate! You are going to be surprised before the night is over!" she replied.
An eyebrow shifted in mild surprise at her statement. He fell silent at Reicher's appearance.
"Sit down in that chair!" Reicher ordered. Karaly sat down, keeping his eyes on Ilona. Ilona moved with silent steps towards a small statuette. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Ilona hoped Reicher couldn't hear the excitement churning within her.
She brought the statuette down hard on Reicher's head. He crumpled to the ground with a soft groan. Ilona felt a piquant intoxication from the attack on Reicher.
"What have you done?" Karaly exclaimed. "You have signed your death warrant! You will never get out of here alive! When they catch up to you, your life won't be worth two kronas!"
"We're going to escape tonight! You and I! Together we'll leave this hell-hole and find sanctuary!" she said.
Ilona's breathing was rapid. They would have to hurry! Why was this stupid prick holding a debate with her, she thought!
"All right! You must have some kind of a plan or else you wouldn't have gone this far! How are we going to get out of this camp with the searchlights shining down on us and with Reicher unconscious?" he asked.
"Very simple! We will take off Reicher's clothes and you will wear his uniform. We will take a stroll out on the camp grounds. The guards well see an officer with his woman. You will have a gun! We will steal a car and escape!"
Karaly gave her a look of incredulity.
"I can see by your expression that you don't think it will work!" she said. "We have nothing to lose! We are dead already! And it is such a wild plan that it may work!"
He shook his head. "You know! It may work after all! Help me take his clothes off!"
They undressed Reicher, removing his uniform. His nude body was propped up on a chair. He was tied down securely. Ilona looked around for a gag and improvised one with a handkerchief and a scarf.
She went to the bathroom and returned with a basin of cold water. Throwing it into Reicher's face, Ilona revived him.
His alcoholic glazed eyes focused on her and shifted to "Karaly dressed in his uniform. The uniform was a little snug on the doctor. Reicher didn't seem to be concerned about the fit. The presence of the two had a sobering effect upon him.
He struggled against his bonds but he was unable to get free. The cords in his throat stood out in bold relief as he strained to cry out. His eyes were wide in angry fear.
"Save your strength, Herr Lieutenant! You will need it! We are going to attempt an escape! Before we go, I want to give you a gift! I want to thank you for all that you have done to me and for me! I intend to repay you!"
She produced the scalpel and flashed it before his eyes. "I am going to treat you to pain! Unfortunately, we do not have enough time to prolong any agony! So after I have my little fun, I am going to cut your balls off! Now isn't that nice of me?"
A maniacal gleam shone in Ilona's eyes. She smiled, her lips twisted in a malevolent smirk.
"In heaven's name! You've gone mad and will jeopardize any possible success for our escape!" Karaly exclaimed in surprised disbelief.
Muffled protests filtered past the improvised gag as Reicher struggled to speak. Violent rocking shook the chair as he attmepted to break free.
Ilona turned to answer the doctor and turned her attention back to Reicher. Her hand reached out and clutched his balls in the palm of one hand. The fingers closed slowly about the soft agates.
A feverish excitement made her eyes shine with a demonic lust. The tactile contact sent an ecstatic shiver down her spine. Her cunt began to dampen with the piquant eorgenous rapture evoked by her hold on Reicher's balls. She closed her eyes and inhaled in ecstatic intoxication.
"See how easy it is mein Herr! My! You have lovely balls! Can't you feel that lovely pain when I squeeze them like this?" Her hands closed over the balls and his body jerked in pain.
"Please through pain, you said! Once you pass the threshold, it is beautiful, nicht wahr? Isn't that the way you described it?" she taunted in mocking tones.
"Ilona, stop it!" Karaly insisted.
"Not yet! Not yet! I was his star pupil. He taught me how to inflict pain on others! I learned the perverted pleasures of making others suffer in order to enjoy the thrilling joys of torture. I even had the honor of being subjected to personal agony and degradation!" She spoke in a hushed voice. "And now, I'm repaying him for all of it! Isn't that fair?"
Her fingers crushed the spongy testicles while she watched Reicher's face. She didn't want him to pass out yet. His agony must last for a while for her to exult during this glorious moment.
He bounced on the chair, his movements limited by the ropes holding him down. Muffled screams sifted through the gag. She watched Reicher, her face beaming at the sight of his agony. A lascivious intoxication made her dizzy with the erotic rapture evoked by Reicher's pain.
Ilona's pussy was sweating from the carnal stimulation. She had an urge to satisfy the burgeoning lust within her by having Karaly fuck her.
"Alright! You've had your fun! Let's go!" Karaly urged in impatience.
"Just a few minutes more!" Ilona replied. "I'm almost finished!"
Her eyes stared into Reicher's face. He couldn't mistake the expression on her face! She leered in sadistic relish at his frantic distress.
"Should I squeeze your balls until you pass out from the pain? Or should I cut your balls off?" Ilona flashed the scalpel in front of his face.
Reicher made a frenzied attempt to escape his bonds. He emitted wild grunt through his gag.
Karaly grabbed at her hand. Ilona stepped away, evading his attempt. She slashed at him, cutting the empty air. A wild look glazed her eyes.
"Keep away from me!" she snarled at the doctor. "I have work to do! Do you want this animal to breed more like him? The super race! A race of sadistic bastards! Don't stop me or I'll kill you too! I want my revenge!"
Like a predatory tigress, she sprang back towards Reicher. Her hand reached out for his balls and she slashed at the imprisoned scrotum with the scalpel.
A geyser of blood spurted out at her. Some of it splashed into her face. Reicher's body made a final frantic lunge and the body went limp. Ilona continued to hack away at his prick, severing it from his crotch.
An exhilarating elation coursed through her body. Ilona's head throbbed with strong pulsations. An orgasm of termendous force detonated deep in the bowels of her cunt. Her nostrils flared in ecstatic rapture as she watched life-giving blood pour from Reicher's crotch.
A sharp slap in the face stunned her and knocked her onto the floor. Ilona shook her head. She was momentarily dazed. Looking up, she saw Karaly's shocked expression.
"You're crazy! What have you done? I could condone killing Reicher! But this way?" He grimaced and shuddered. "How could you have done such a thing?"
"It's very easy once you have been trained to do it. You wouldn't understand!" she replied. "Let me wash the blood off and we'll leave!"
A new excitement flooded her as they stepped outside the quarters. This was a daring feat! Attempting an escape after killing a German officer! Ilona was certain the shock and the unstemmed bleeding would kill Reicher.
An inquisitive searchlight played over their figures as they strolled towards the motor pool. Karaly pretended a drunken interest in Ilona. He nuzzled his face in her shoulder and staggered a little. His hand waved at the tower guards in a friendly salute while his face remained hidden on Ilona's shoulder.
"What are they doing?" Karaly whispered.
Ilona stole a look at the tower. "They're waving back!" The searchlight swept over them and continued its vigil over the area.
"I'm glad that's over!" he sighed in relief. "I haven't been this nervous since I performed my first operation."
She chuckled in a light derisive laugh. "What's nervous? A mild case of fear! You haven't known fear until you've been beaten or your life threatened! Be thankful I appreciate what you've done for me in the hospital. We're still not out of the camp!"
"I think trying to get some form of transportation out of here would be dangerous," Karaly offered.
"You're right! We'll pretend we're taking a lovers' stroll and walk past the gate," she answered.
They continued on until they reached the guard. "Halte!" the guard commanded. They stopped. Ilona's heartbeat accelerated. She hoped Karaly could convince the guard he was a German officer.
She still had the scalepl clutched in a hand. Her hand was hidden in the sweater she wore. Ilona flashed a smile at the guard and moved closer to him. She had no compunction about killing him.
Karaly made an attempt to convince the guard he was an officer out for a stroll. Ilona watched the guard's reaction. It wasn't going to work! She suddenly realized what was wrong! Karaly had several days' growth on his face! No German officer would be that unkempt!
"Keep him from crying out or firing his rifle!" Ilona ordered in Hungarian, still smiling at the soldier.
Karaly sprang forward reaching for the trigger guard of the rifle with one hand. The other hand shot forward, the fingers clamping into the windpipe! Ilona's hidden hand came out of concealment. She moved quickly! The scalpel jabbed into the guard's stomach. She twisted the small knife and pulled it out.
The guard went limp and Karaly took the rifle.
"Let's get out of here!" he urged in a desperate voice.
They walked at a quick pace instead of running. They wanted to get past the outer gate perimeter. Karaly warned her about sudden movement. It could attract a searchlight.
Ilona hoped there were no other guards. They had two weapons now; a rifle and Reicher's Luger! She had her scalpel but the next time she might not be as lucky!
For the moment, fate smiled with favor upon them. They followed the railroad tracks. Covering about a hlaf mile, they began to run. They ran until they were out of breath.
"We're about four kilometres away from the camp. We can stop now and take a little rest," Karaly said. "But we must keep moving! Once they find the dead guard or Reicher, they'll be after us. And they can move faster with their motorcars!"
"Thanks!" Ilona gasped, inhaling and exhaling in quick gulps. "I'm sorry about my treatment back there. I had to make it look convincing! If you know what I mean!"
"That's all right!" Karaly answered. "I understand. Besides, I enjoyed it."
"Did you, really?" she asked. "I wish we had some more time and we weren't in such a hurry. I would like to enjoy sex with you the proper way."
"Perhaps I can accommodate you! But we have to get out of here and get more distance between us and the camp! Maybe we can find some haystack on a farm and hide out there," he answered.
"All right!" she agreed. "I've caught my breath!
Let's go!"
The two hurried along the railroad tracks in a light trot. In a few more hours, it would be daylight. By that time, the camp would be alerted to the deaths of the guard and Reicher. Also, the their disappearance!
Switching away from the railroad tracks, they made their way through the countryside. They were searching for a farm where they could hide out during the daytime.
Karaly pointed towards a farmhouse and several mounds of hay on the horizon. They hurried towards their destination. Karaly burrowed into the haystack, trying to make it as inconspicuous as possible. Ilona crawled in after him.
"I think we should rest for a few hours, Get some sleep and move on," he suggested.
"We'll need some food and you'll have to get a shave if you want to continue your masquerade as an S.S. officer!" she answered. "Maybe we can bluff our way later at the farmhouse. In the meantime, before we take our nap, how about showing me that you like me?"
He fumbled with his trousers to release his cock for action. Ilona sank her scalpel into his stomach.
His eyes widened in pained shock. "Why, why?" he gasped.
Ilona grinned at him malevolently. "I only needed you to get out of the camp. You are a liability now. I will be able to move among the civilians easier without you. That uniform would make us very conspicuous. It's a shame I had to kill you. But it's a matter of survival! Too bad! I was beginning to like you!"
"You bitch!" Karaly groaned before he died.
Ilona removed the wristwatch Karaly had taken from Reicher. She went through the pockets, searching for valuables. Satisfied with her scavenging, Ilona moved out of the haystack and covered up the hole. She tried to hide any signs of anyone's presence.
She moved towards the farmhouse. Her mind was racing to make up a believable story. Ilona was hungry and tired. Only the incentive to remain alive and free kept her going!
A man came out of the house. Ilona greeted him in German, smiling. He answered in Polish. A communication problem! That wasn't too bad! She had managed to survive worse difficulties.
