The press of human bodies around her made Rachel feel as if she were already dead and buried in some compacted bit of earth. The stench was overpowering. People crushed against people, standing, sitting, riding in this cattle car for countless hours. Old men had urinated and defecated where they stood and sat, while old women had fainted. Many of them were already dead. The continuing babble was interrupted only by occasional screams when someone found another dead person standing next to him or her, unable to fall down because of the press of bodies.
Rachel was sitting in the far corner of the car. For the hundredth time she wondered why her mother had named her Rachel. She wasn't Jewish. True, she and her family lived on the outskirts of a Jewish community... rather had lived on the outskirts of a Jewish community, and so it was her father's house had been included when the Nazi storm troopers had marched in and had segregated the Jews from everyone else. Because her name was Rachel Kisselborg the Nazis had believed she and her family to be Jewish. Her family, along with more than a hundred other non-Jewish families had been rounded up with the entire Jewish population and crammed into these cattle cars. They were going to re-location centers... so said the Germans. Now, in the late autumn of 1944, it seemed incredible that the Germans were still re-locating Jews. They were having trouble enough with the war ever since June, yet they found time to concentrate on moving people from their homes to other places.
When she had been crammed into this cattle car, she had been alone. Her mother and father had been jammed into another car. And now she was surrounded by many of the other non-Jews who had been rounded up with her. The train had started in a little Czechoslovakian village, the one where she had been born, and Rachel had no idea where it was taking her.
Rachel was sitting in a corner with her legs drawn up to her chin. Her green skirt was torn and tattered, as was her white peasant blouse. Both were dirty from having been worn for so long. She noticed more than a half-dozen boys were now standing around her, gazing down at her. They were eighteen-years-old and older, troublemakers in the village. But they were survivors... and no matter where they were shipped, they would find a way to make the best of things. None of them was Jewish, and they did their best to keep away from Jews, even here, in this overcrowded cattle car. One of them, Albert Kalascz, the leader of the group, was staring down at her fifteen-year-old body, and Rachel saw a strange hunger in the glasses covering his eyes. While the other boys tightened their circle around Rachel, facing away and blocking her from the view of everyone else in the cattle car, Albert sank down beside her, sitting next to her, putting his arm around her trim waist, while running dirty fingers through her long, brown hair.
"Why are they doing this to us?" Rachel asked. "We are not Jewish."
"One does not argue with the Nazis," Albert told her, smiling his crooked smile at her, making his long, banana nose seem even more ridiculous than it was. The big, red pimples on his face with the white heads seemed to nearly shine in the darkened confines of the car. Some little light leaked through the broken slats near the top of the car, otherwise the place would have been in total darkness.
Rachel wrinkled her curved nose at Albert, wishing he would go away. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears, and she didn't notice the way he stared at her full, heaving breasts. Nor did she notice how well the other boys kept the rest of the people from seeing what was going on.
"Go away," Rachel told him.
"There's nowhere for me to go," Albert laughed, harshly.
"What do you want from me?" Rachel asked.
"What I usually get from Karen and all the other girls I know," Albert laughed.
"You are insane," Rachel gasped. "My father will kill you."
"Cut it out," Albert snapped. "You will probably never see your father again, just as you and I will never see each other after today. So I intend taking what I can, while I can. And if you treat me nice, I'll keep my other friends from having fun with you when I'm finished with you."
"You're crazy," Rachel insisted. "I'll scream."
Albert's one hand wrapped itself tightly around her waist, while his other hand clamped itself over her opening mouth. The coarsened palm of his hand pressed so tightly against her lightly parted lips, it felt as if he'd forced her teeth to cut them. Her head was suddenly twisted and pressed against the wall that had been cushioning the back of her head. And then the arm was gone from around her waist as she heard a slight jingling. When next she was able to see in the dimness, she was aware Albert had tugged off his pants. He was bare from the waist down, and something short and white protruded from between his thighs. Albert used his free hand to grip her long, brown hair, and he forced her face closer to his groin, saying, "Take a good look at it, Rae. I'm going to stick this thing inside you pretty soon. Fight me, and I'll also piss inside you. My bladder is almost as full as my balls."
His hand twisted in her hair, pulling on it, causing excruciating agony to shoot through her brain as he all but pulled her long, brown tresses out by their roots. Added to the pain was the hot, pungent stink emanating from his groin as it permeated the air around her face. She choked and gagged, but the hand remained clamped over her mouth.
Oh God! she thought to herself. Please don't let it happen. Please don't let it happen.
But even as she prayed, Rachel knew it would do no good. It was going to happen. What she didn't know was, this particular experience, her first, which she now thought to be her worst, was going to be nice compared to what the future held in store for her.
Rachel tried screaming again, but Albert's hand clamped even more tightly over her mouth, and she thought she would certainly pass out. She would die... unless she agreed to what this monster wanted. If she was dead, nothing would matter. At the moment, the most important thing was to survive. This was one thing she was learning very quickly. Stay alive. Worry about everything else, afterward. She continued quivering, but she stopped trying to choke out a scream.
"Much better," Albert murmured into her ear, his wet mouth slobbering all over her lobe. "For being such a nice girl, I'm going to reward you. Yes, I will give you something nice and hard. You will learn to love what I give you, and when I am gone, you will wish you had Albert again."
His breath stank with decay, but Rachel was certain her own breath wasn't much better. It had been two days since they had eaten any decent food. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed himself solidly against her body, and the sweat seemed to seep through his torn shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other hand remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the floor. The stench of his breath, mixed with all other odors in the cattle car, overwhelmed her, and once more, Rachel thought she would faint. But the hand around her mouth loosened and then let go, and suddenly Rachel felt him grab her buttocks between a thumb and forefinger. He pinched her and she squealed, but her squeal blended in with all the other sounds in the car.
The hand that had pinched her now began an exploratory movement over her small, girlish waist. It ran excitedly over the side of her body, feeling bits of flesh, through the tatters of her blouse and skirt. When his fingers ran under her skirt and attempted to move between her thighs, Rachel clamped her legs together. The stench of his breath became overpowering as he twisted some more of her hair with the one hand, while brutally forcing her thighs to widen with his other hand. The girl fought with every little bit of strength. but her straining limbs gradually opened from the force of the man's pressure. He rolled on top of her, pushing his own legs between hers, to keep them forced wide apart. The idea of what he was trying to do made Rachel shudder with revulsion. That this man wanted to push his smelly organ into her made her want to throw up. But the taste of liver bile in her throat made her swallow. He was straining to wedge his solid erection against the softness of her virgin pussy.
Rachel squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from him, but Albert held tightly to her hair, pulling. She found her movements worse than useless. He had her where he wanted her.
Albert's throbbing cock pushed into the intimate junction between her thighs. All that separated the head of his throbbing cock from her cunt was her panties. But when he pushed, the crotch of her panties began pushing into her tight, wet crevice.
The train continued moving along the tracks, jostling everyone standing in the train against one another. Except for the small area where Rachel was lying, with Albert next to her, the people were standing pressed close to one another, packed so tightly together it. was impossible to fall down. Rachel felt another wave of nausea sweep over her, and barely managed to swallow her own gorge.
Al let go of her hair, and with both hands possessively pulled her body close to him, bringing Rachel's attention back to the helplessness of her situation.
"Poor little girl," Al mocked. "You look so uncomfortable. You should be all smiles, what with being able to lie down while everyone else stands. See how my friends have formed a semi-circle around us, keeping all the Jews away from us. Even in the midst of discomfort, you're more comfortable than most, thanks to me and my boys."
"Get that skirt and those panties off of her," one of the standing boys whispered, peering down through the dimness.
Al grabbed the bottom of her blouse, which was hanging out of her skirt, and he pulled, tearing it open. The buttons popped off. Then he put his fingers in her bra, where the two cups came together, and he pulled, snapping it open, breaking the material. Her full, round protuberances came tumbling out as the bra fell away. Her bare, white flesh gleamed in the semi-darkness. And then Al's hand jammed itself between her thighs, rubbing where that length of flesh he referred to as his cock had been pressing, moments before. He grabbed her panties, his fingers pulling at the crotch, and then he tugged, yanking the cloth from between her hot cuntlips. He continued pulling until he tore the cloth, and then proceeded to rip the material from her body, letting the shreds of cloth fly all over the crowded boxcar floor.
"You yell and I'll punch you until your ribs break," Al told her, pinching her right, inner thigh, pulling with his fingers until the young girl only saw black and blue stars in her head.
"Jesus, look at that cunt," one of the other boys said, kneeling. "Seems to me, anything that pretty ought to be used. It's criminal, leaving it untouched for so long. When you going to fuck her, Al?"
"Right now. I can't wait any longer."
Realizing what was about to happen, Rachel began struggling wildly. Her mouth opened, and this time she got out one loud shout before Al once again clamped his dirty palm over her lips, pressing them back against her teeth, cutting them again.
"Please," she gasped, when his hand slid off her mouth again. "Please don't do this to me."
Al was squeezing the rounded globes of her asscheeks now, digging his fingers harshly into the flesh. He squeezed hard, saying, "Shut your face, Rae. You're going to be fucked. And believe me, this is probably the best thing that's going to happen to you."
As if emphasizing what was about to happen, Al tugged her short, curly mons hairs, and Rachel squealed with pain. But no one in the cattle car noticed. The girl was hysterical with fear. Her mind raced with the dread certainty that no matter what lay ahead at the end of this terrible journey, she would not leave the cattle car a virgin. She felt sick with disgust, knowing this vile excuse for a human being was about to sink his indecent flesh into the most intimate part of her body. Her inability to fight back enhanced her sense of shame and self-degradation.
Her mind snapped back to the reality of what was happening when she felt Al's hands coursing over the naked outer thighs of her body. He was playing games with her, teasing her nakedly cringing flesh, painfully kneading the white flesh into tight little balls, clenching them in his rough fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs roughly between his fingers, and Rachel, afraid he might strangle her if she cried out again, could only whimper in anguish. The sound made Al yank her a bit further down on the floor, and then he rolled her over onto her belly, rubbing her assmounds, squeezing them even harder than he had squeezed her inner thighs, his fingers digging deeper than ever into her soft, rubbery flesh. Rachel ground her belly solidly against the floor, trying to escape the man's questing fingers. If her father were here, this wretched excuse for a human being would be begging for his life.
"Stop this please!" she shouted.
"Yakov," Al called to one of his friends. "Get your pants down and shut this one up."
There was the sound of movement, and even on her back, Rachel was aware of one of the others dropping his pants down around his ankles. Then he squeezed down to the floor, grabbed her hair, and lifted her head into his lap, shoving her nose against his pubis, making her inhale the disgusting stench emanating from there. Her nose flattened against his hairy pelvis, and she felt the blood-engorged penis rubbing against her lips. Rachel forced her lips to remain clamped shut. But she shuddered as she sensed the wetness seeping from the head of his throbbing prick, rubbing itself against her face. "Yeccchhhh!" She whined as she tried lifting her cheek from it, but the boy known as Yakov clamped his hand against the back of her head, pushing her face even deeper into her pulsating groin. At the same time, he tugged her blouse up in back, then reached his arms around to grab handfuls of her breasts, squeezing them with the same roughness Al had applied to her asscheeks.
"I'm going to fuck her now," Al insisted.
Reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, Al dug his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage, and then slowly forced his thumb into her tight, dry cunt. Rachel, feeling the pain, writhed maddeningly, but to no avail. The thumb continued pushing into her, violating her inner body, making her writhe with agony. And each time she opened her mouth to scream, she felt the sidewise length of Yakov's cock pressed between her lips. She spat violently, ridding her lips of the presence of that filthy penis, then clamped her mouth tightly shut to keep the penis from re-entering. But the pain she was feeling was enhanced all the more as Al's thumb continued driving in. Her vagina felt tight, hot, and dry, pinching around the invading thumb. And then Rachel felt agony as never before as the point of the thumb began pressing something inside her. She had no idea what was being pressed, except it was a part of her body, and the further he pressed, the more it hurt. Rachel suddenly realized the pain was beyond excruciating. It was pure agony. Only the pressure of the penile pole against her lips prevented her from opening her mouth and shouting, but flashing lights filled her brain. And then the thumb inside her tore through a part of her body. She screamed and shouted involuntarily, and the length of penis once again effectively gagged her, only this time the head pushed between her lips. Rachel bit down hard, and Yakov screamed and hastily yanked his hard cock from her mouth. Her teethmarks indented it in a circle.
"Hey, look at this," Al gasped, preventing Yakov from complaining about being bitten. "Sweet young Rachel was a virgin after all. She's bleeding down there. Well, hell, the blood will only make things nice and smooth in there when I fuck her now."
"What's going on back there?" A deep voice called out.
"Shut up, Jew!" one of Al's friend's called back. "This has nothing to do with you or yours. Stay away from us."
Rachel's entire body involuntarily jerked and convulsed in a maddening attempt to wrench herself away from the thumb probing her feminine interior. Her flat belly ground against the floor, frantically trying to escape the invading digit as the firm, resilient mounds of her buttocks clenched together very tightly.
"Hey, she's a virgin, all right," one of the other surrounding boys whispered.
"And let me tell you, she has one tight cunt," Al insisted, fighting to keep his thumb inserted in the violently writhing ring of her narrow cunt. He attempted to worm his finger in all the deeper, meeting continual resistance, as the inner walls of the young girl's quim, unused to this unnatural invasion, tried closing tightly around the thumb.
"Now you shut up." Al whispered in her ear, leaning over her as he pulled his thumb from her pussy. "Shut up and relax, and maybe you'll enjoy this as much as I'm going to enjoy it."
As if to emphasize what he was about to do, Al pulled her buttocks apart, keeping them tugged wide as both his thumbs caressed the inner lips of her dripping vagina. The movement of his thumbs caused the girl's heated cunt to start lubricating a little, and the slick liquid began mixing with the blood.
"No more." Rachel silently gasped. "Oh please, please, don't do anything more." She sobbed with renewed humiliation.
The hot, fetid air coursed over her naked vagina, and she felt as if the atmosphere itself, in the boxcar had violated her body. Her mind reeked with the fear and degradation she knew had to come after all this shame. "Oh God! God!" she sobbed, feeling his finger once again make contact with her fearfully cringing vaginal opening. Slowly, very slowly, the moist, swollen labia were spread apart, once again. The fleshy, fleece-lined lips of her trench were wide-open doors.
"Ohhhh yessss!!!" Al breathed.
"Uuuuuunnnnhhhh'!!" was all Rachel was able to reply.
She twitched, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft, flicking tip circling the quivering pink clitoris, teasing along the edges of the softly quivering folds of her now-soaking cunt. The long middle finger continued its maddening tickling against the growing bud of her sexual nerve center. The girl groaned long and loud, sounds coming from deep in her larynx as the working finger found its way along the slick length of the tender, narrow slit which still seeped drops of blood as it attempted to widen the elastic entryway, enlarging the soft, naked opening.
"Not again, not again," Rachel screamed, begging, pleading, even praying as the long finger moved from the curlicued edges down to the tight little opening between her soft, solid thighs. "Don't... don't... let go of me...! Oh God!''
But Rachel's screaming prayers were only part of a series of screams echoing through the cattle car again and again. Many of the other prayers were in Hebrew, some were in Russian and Slovakian, while the children, the ones who remembered little other than the German they had been forced to learn in school, cried out in the harsh, guttural Aryan dialects.
"Hold her tighter," Al grunted to Yakov. And he lanced his middle finger all the way in, moving it around and around, Rachel issued another low, soft, guttural moan as her soft, warm, solid thighs closed twitchingly and jerkingly around either side of his wrist as he attempted to stab his finger even farther into her.
Al felt her taut flesh grip and slide around his inthrust finger. The stretched walls of the attacked pussy widening and tightening in a desperate clutching motion. Her cunt sucked so solidly Al thought his finger might be pulled from his hand.
"She's starting to... uhhhh... to loosen up," Al gasped, moving his finger around and around. "I can feel the membranes stretching a little in there. She's going to be one nice fuck. She's damn tight, but she's getting wetter and wetter, and it isn't blood, it's gooey quimjuice."
Rachel wept. sobbing with shame and total humiliation. It wasn't enough that she was here, mistaken for a Jew by the Nazis, moved to God-knew-where with all the other Jews. She had to be shamed by non-Jews of her village who were the lowest scum in creation. What was even worse was the fact that her body was starting to betray her. The tight, narrow, unused passageway inside her was slowly enlarging, little by little, getting wetter and wetter as the man's dirty finger continued moving around inside her, A weird sense of regret possessed her as the pain continued decreasing, knowing the sense of thrilling enjoyment, the one thing she didn't want to feel, was building. Eventually, if this continued, Rachel was wise enough to understand she would more than merely capitulate. She would eagerly want exactly what these monsters wanted. Worse, once Al, the leader, was through with her, each of the others would want a turn. She opened her month to scream again, but the pressure of Yakov's penis against her upper lip made her shut up in a hurry. Remembering how that filthy thing of his had tasted, she wanted to spit, but her throat was so dry, she was unable to do so. It was no use trying to protest any longer. She was as much a helpless captive of these monsters as all of them were captives of the Nazis.
Unable to protest any longer, her body lay defeated by a combination of confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her family; her mother, her father, and wondered what was to become of all of them. In the face of the horrible future confronting her, this terrible rape seemed like something mild. Had she known what the future truly held in store, Rachel might have reveled in this moment. This, at the moment, was the ultimate degradation. But it was nothing compared to what lay in store for the poor girl. Gradually, Rachel stopped thinking. Her virginity, her family, her degradation... everything was swept away by the thrills building up inside her because of the vile fondling of her vagina. Her full breasts pillowed the rest of her body, lying on the floor.
The finger in her seething little tunnel suddenly slipped out, making Rachel gasp. She felt and heard the wet sucking sound above all the other noises in the cattle car. She sensed him sliding between her thighs behind her, feeling the head of the erect, throbbing penis brush her asscheeks as she lay helpless. Now the feeling of the long. thick hardness lay full length against her seething little slit from the rear. My God! It was immense. Often, in school, even while the Germans had occupied their village, the girls in Rachel's class had laughed about the sizes of boys' penises. None of them had ever seen a penis, save for that which was attached to some local farm animals, and they had all assumed penises were short, flaccid pieces of flesh to giggle about. But the hard, thick monster rubbing against her tender cuntlips was no laughing matter. There was nothing small or yielding about it. Rather it was like a length of hot lead pipe, and as the jerking head of the lust-bloated cock rested throbbingly between her wide-apart loins, insinuating itself against her creaming split as it rubbed up and down, up and down, Rachel thought she would soon go insane. It teased her flesh maddeningly, and the girl twisted and writhed her hips in an attempt to escape the pressure. Her helpless little cunny sought to avoid the hard, blood-bloated point. The girl cringed, rubbing her bare belly against the floor of the cattle car, her eyes wide with panic, staring at the other bloated mass of phallic length so near her mouth, threatening to pop in should she try screaming. Terror gripped the girl when Al guided his own cock against the softly surrendering crevice between her asscheeks. Not once did the heavy rod lose contact with the girl's hot, rubbery flesh as it moved lower, seeking the lair into which it intended entering. The flanges of her labia were forced wide and the hot, pulsating wand began applying pressure.
"Hold her steady, Yakov," Al insisted. "I'm going in, and I don't want her wiggling me out."
Yakov gripped Rachel's hair, and turned her face to look at his, he smiled and said, "Okay, Rachel. One big cock is about to breach the barrier of one tiny cunt; your cunt."
Rachel felt the inner lips guarding her vaginal temple being forced to part as the pressure of the penis became that much greater. The rubber-like rim of her vulva's tightness tried futilely clenching together in an attempt to resist the powerful force invading her. A long, low moan was heard coming from her clenched teeth as she avoided letting Yakov's cock go into her mouth. But even with clenched teeth she was able to murmur. "No-o-o-o... ohhhhh n-o-o-o-o...
Al shoved again... the girl's moans became louder and stronger, though the groans of the surrounding mass of humanity-neither knowing nor caring what was happening to her, drowned out any sounds her clenched lips might have made. The tight little vaginal opening resisted for one more moment, and then finally gave way. Rachel shuddered as the boring mass of stiffened flesh began poling its way into her. Her legs jerked out on either side of her body like those of a frog. She kicked against the boys surrounding her, and they laughed mirthlessly. Though they had no idea where they were going, they knew there would be little enough to laugh at. They might as well enjoy themselves. The girl's legs kicked violently, sometimes hitting a shin, but usually hitting nothing.
"Asaayyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed, twisting her head to keep Yakov's penis from pressing against her mouth as she felt herself being licentiously pinned to the floor of the cattle car by the thrust of the heavy penis moving deeper into her. Shock wave after shock wave of pure pain slammed into her as she felt her interior being stretched. The throbs inside her tender body kept her totally conscious as she squirmed and writhed like a helpless butterfly. But Yakov's hand, once again gripping her hair, kept her in place.
"Ohhhhwowwww"!" Albert moaned in a low, guttural voice above her back, once more pushing his hips slightly forward. The pressure of her tight quimwalls around his thrusting penis became too great for him. He was no longer able to take the delightful teasing agony of being only part of the way in. Taking a deep breath, he shoved forward with all his strength, and forced the entire length of his lust-bloated cock into the very deepest part of her tight, formerly virginal snatch, burying himself inside her to the hilt.
Rachel shrieked, feeling as if Albert was tearing her body right down the middle as easily as one would tear a piece of paper. She felt as if she was being shish-kebabed all the way up to her pounding heart. The giant pole of flesh and muscle lodged inside her felt immense... as if it would tear her lungs and other vital organs out of her. The girl was unable to believe her body was able to contain so much thick man-meat.
Yakov had given up trying to thrust his meatpole into the girl's mouth, still feeling the agony of her first bite. He knew she wouldn't hesitate to bite again, no matter how many times he slapped her. So he jammed her face against his thigh each time she attempted shrieking.
The fiery plunge of Al's throbbing rod felt as if it would eventually emerge from her throat. Rachel was gasping and choking. The fetid, stinking, hot air was
hard enough to breathe before. Now, it was all but impossible. The helpless girl wondered if it was physically possible for her to be literally fucked to death. If so, she was certain it was happening to her. The huge, blood-bloated knob of his inwardly moving cock hit her cervix, and because it was so thick, was unable to push past the opening to her womb. It lodged there for a moment, a solid serpent, resting, preparing to wreak more havoc inside her. It filled her tight cunt to overflowing, and Rachel felt her face covered with a wash of perspiration. She writhed helplessly beneath him, agonizing to the pressure of hot, searing pain as the blunt-nosed instrument seemed to tear the membranes right out of her. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in a continuing attempt to force out the unwelcome intruder, but the pulsating pressure of her straining sinews seemed to arouse the entering penis all the more, and it strained its way all the more solidly against the opening to her womb. Her walls were like hot, clasping butter flowing around the dome and shaft of his pulsating dick. The girl felt every fleshy ridge as her nerve-ends transmitted the shape and size of the monstrous lance buried inside her.
"Ohhhhh God! God! God!" she gasped into Yakov's thigh. Then she gasped as the expanded cock attempted to drive in even deeper, trying to spread the tiny entrance to her womb. She took a deep breath and held it as she felt the flexing penis stretch her walls, making the tissues expand even more.
Al flexed again and the girl, far from fighting him, went limp. She still held her breath, feeling the mighty plunger slowly withdraw. It eased back, back. back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside, and then, when she thought it was finally to be removed, it went zooming back into her. Now it began a slow, rhythmic pounding, plunging in again and again. Rachel felt his hips rotating from side to side against the full, soft cheeks of her hilly buttocks, forcefully stretching her vaginal terminal with each thrust, making it wider with every solid plunge. And there was nothing Rachel was able to do to stop him. She had to lie there, in the overcrowded boxcar, smelling the mixture of urine, feces, vomit, and the stink emanating from a hundred crotches and two hundred armpits. She had to lie there and accept the brutal attack on her tender genitals, allowing the horrible rape to continue. Resistance was totally futile. It was too late, anyway. The rupture of her hymen and the removal of her virginity had been accomplished. There was no longer a reason to fight off the disgusting animal rutting inside her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, her murmurings nothing when compared to the moaning and groaning of all the others in the cattle car. She did her best to close her mind to the brutal assault taking place on her body.
When hands slid beneath her belly and lifted her, Rachel only whimpered .lightly. His fingers fanned out over the soft flatness of her belly, making the girl cry out in anguish. It wasn't enough for him to totally violate her interior. He had to touch the rest of her, as well. Dear God! What had she done to deserve this? But then, what had anyone done to deserve being crammed into this cattle car? For the first time in her life, Rachel began to wonder very seriously whether or not there was a God. Would a God allow such cruelly to take place in the world? Was it truly possible that a small group of men like the Germans were really capable of controlling the destinies and the lives of so many others?
The hands continued crawling up along the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle maddeningly but this only seemed to drive the throbbing spear of Albert's hard cock that much deeper into her quaking belly. She had to lie still.
The hands began massaging her nipples, squeezing her large breasts. In school, the boys had always stared at her breasts, and she had giggled, knowing precisely what was going on in their minds. She had seen their fingers twitch and squeeze together, imagining they were gripping her nipples. She had always laughed at them, as if to let them know none of them would ever touch her breasts. Yet here was the vilest one of all feeling and squeezing her tits as if her mammarial mounds were his. He manipulated his fingers solidly against the rubbery extensions of her hardened nipples, letting her know he was getting a thrill from touching the forbidden breasts of Rachel Kisselborg, whose family had been so high and mighty in their village. Then his hands slipped down to her pelvis, tugging her firmly up, yanking her unresisting buttocks all the tighter against his revolving thrusts. She silently sobbed, feeling the wet droplets of his heavy sweat drip onto her back.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Yakov was gasping, his wide eyes staring at the way the girl's buttocks rose and fell with each of Albert's thrusts. He was chanting in time to the rhythmic attacks of the hard cock as it rammed into Rachel's tenderness again and again. His tongue was hanging out, gazing at the sight of Rachel's asscheeks helplessly flattening against Al's body each time her inner tube of cunt swallowed up the hard pole of the bespectacled boy's cock. He leaned closer in order to see the rigid wand's withdrawal, pulling the thin, soft inner ridges of her delectable pussy, pink, glistening, and wet, as far out as possible as Rachel's pelvis slammed against the cold wooden floor of the cattle car. And then there was the entry as Albert pushed the soft, wetly shining folds back into her. The entire length of moist, shining cock was swallowed whole and alive by the maw of the girl's hot cunt as it continued to salaciously ravish her yielding flesh. Only his fear of Albert's temper prevented Yakov from indulging himself with the girl; that, and the fact that she was not afraid to use her teeth.
Rachel's mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as she felt Albert, kneeling behind her, lifting her buttocks higher as he shifted a little, thereby stroking into her a bit more brutally The plum-like head of his phallus slid back and forth inside her heated viscous passageway, bouncing off her cervix again and again. His soft balls continued slapping her clitoris, making it tingles as his wrinkly skin even rubbed between her pussylips. Heated rushes of air poured between her thighs as the wicked man continued plunging in again and again, moving faster, more brutally, building into a wild crescendo of continual fucking as if he meant to plumb her very innards right out of her.
Rachel gasped, tears running down her cheeks, as she felt his penis swell even more. Instinctively the girl knew he was going to deposit his semen inside her. His hot, sticky juices were going to clog her interior, letting her feel the intensity of his lust. Her soft whimpers became louder sobs as she began realizing, much as she hated him, she was physically enjoying what he was doing to her. The continual thrusts of his pylon inside her had built up sensations she had never been aware of, before. Had Albert not been so concerned with himself, making certain his hands were keeping her body moving to please him, he would have noticed the backward thrust of her buttocks against his thighs was now voluntary on the part of the young girl.
Oh yes, yes, yes, Rachel thought to herself, the feelings in her mounting higher with every passing second. It feels good, feels good. It feels better than anything I've ever known, before.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Al was gasping at her, his hands still flatly against the underside of her pelvis, making her stroke up and down with each movement of his thrusting cock. "Yeah, that's the way, Rae-baby. Move that lovely ass. Move it! Move it! Make me come, honey. That's a girl, keep moving it."
Rachel felt the ceaselessly moving cock continued its chugging journey back and forth inside her delightfully aroused womanly chute. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart, as were her knees. This caused her cunt to move a little lower, and Albert slapped her ass, snapping, "Get that caboose back up here, you little bitch."
Albert pounded his cock even faster, feeling the white seed boiling in his dangling nuts. The wrinkled flesh of his scrotum was tickled into greater arousal by the hair on Rachel's mons. The girl felt him ready to explode, and now she prayed he was able to contain himself just long enough for her to reach her own satisfaction. Her mother had told her a woman was able to be satisfied, too. Having undergone so much horror and pain, Rachel felt it only fair and just she receive some of the pleasure, as well.
Yakov, unable to simply lie there, twisted his fingers in Rachel's hair and lifted her head. Her face rose to meet his, and he jammed his mouth against hers. kissing her, thrusting his tongue inside, not even thinking she might bite it off. But Rachel was too far gone to bite. Foul as Yakov's breath was, and horrible as his tongue tasted, the young girl began sucking madly on it as Yakov shoved his tongue as far in as possible. With harsh, kneading bands. Yakov gripped the girl's full breasts and began kneading them, letting her nipples rub against the centers of his palms. He rubbed harder and harder, and her head fell. Rachel, feeling the heated length of his penis against her cheek, ignored the steaming stench coining from his crotch and pressed the side of her face all the more solidly against it, building friction against the underside. Yakov gasped, feeling the pressure of her cheek. He would have given his soul to push his penis between her lips, but remembered how she had bitten him once, he contented himself with the feel of her hot cheek. He rubbed faster and taster, and Rachel pressed her cheek all the more firmly against the masculine pike.
Rachel was going insane with sensation. The two penises; one rubbing against her face, and the other working in the seething confines of her steaming cunt, felt like one and the same organ. In her mind they were the same organ, and she was gasping, breathing heated air over the one, while the other continued rummaging through her non-resistant pussy. Albert's hands gripped her asscheeks all the more tightly, squeezing, kneading, pulling, tugging, and then, wild with excitement, he used the forefinger of his right hand to slide into her asscrack, digging cruelly into the tiny pucker of her prune-like anal opening.
Rachel should have howled with pain. Instead she sighed with mounting lust, gasping like the animal she believed herself to be. Yes, she was no better than Albert, Yakov, and the others. She wanted more and more. It was too good to stop. Her body quaked and shivered with lascivious need as her buttocks ground firmly against him.
"HHHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH... AAAAGGGGHHHHH..." Albert gasped, and then the white-hot spunk began jetting into the vaginal vat of the helpless girl whose ass his finger had impaled.
Rachel s buttocks slammed against him with equal force, thrilling to the combination of the driving finger, the pounding penis, and the hot, squirmy liquid being blasted into her seething depths. And as the heavy quantity of white glue backed out of her tight cunt, sliding around the softening penis, Rachel felt the throbbing sensation in her vagina totally overwhelm her.
"EEEEYYYAAAGGGHHH... GGGGGAAAAGGGGHHHH..." she screamed, her loud bellow of lust blending in with the shrieks of two other women who had just discovered one of their friends standing next to them was no longer breathing... standing solely because of the press of people jammed against that part of the car.
Rachel's shout sent vibrant sensations shooting through Yakov's penis, and the boy began ejaculating all over her hair and face. He fired again and again, and Rachel smelled something clean for the first time since this horrid ride began.
When the other boys begged Albert for a turn at Rachel, the sated leader shook his head, saying, "Leave her alone. She's had enough, for now."
"Right," Yakov agreed, standing and pulling up his pants.
Chapter Two
When Rachel opened her eyes again, sunlight was streaming into tile car. At least it looked like sunlight compared to the darkness to which she and the others had become accustomed. There was also the smell of air, though it seemed almost as tainted as the air in the boxcar.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, Rachel realized it was hazy daylight, not sunlight. Everyone was being herded out of the cattle car, and as she climbed down, she found herself being pushed over to one side with Albert and his friends, as well as a group of other healthy young boys and girls and men and women in their twenties and thirties. All the others; the old people the pregnant women, the young and old mothers with children under ten... all of them were being lined up across the way.
In front of her, Rachel saw a line of men holding rifles and sub-machine guns, all wearing the black uniform of the Schutzstaffel-the dreaded SS. Behind them was a high fence of electrified barbed wire, and behind the wire was a series of small huts uniformly lined up none with windows. From where she stood, Rachel saw the words DREI LAGER, which meant that was the third line of windowless barracks. To the left were two more lines, while to the right, an endless line of windowless huts stretched farther than her eyes could see.
Off to the left she saw huge brick buildings, and the buildings and a quantity of gigantic smokestacks. Black smoke was pouring ceaselessly from the huge chimneys, and ashes continually rained down all over the camp, constantly blotting out the sun.
Rachel saw the other line of people being marched off toward the brick buildings, while the line the was in was separated once again, with men on one side and women on the other. The line of men was led through the huge wooden gate, then marched off in one direction, while the line of women were marched through the same gate and led in another direction. The cold way already eating into Rachel.
Looking at the top of the gate as she entered, Rachel saw the word AUSCHWITZ. And underneath, written in German, which she barely understood, were the words written on the gate's of Hell in Dante's Inferno: ABANDON ALL HOPE YOU WHO ENTER HERE.
The people in the camp were Blaring at her and the other women. Rachel noticed all the other people were women, which meant the men were in another part of the camp. The forlorn looks on the faces of the women made Rachel's heart jump with fear. What kind of a place was this?
With all the other women In her line, Rachel was led into a large wooden building. There, in a huge room with SS soldiers lining the walls, she heard the order
"STRIP!"
At the far end of the room, standing on a platform, was a tall man, clean-shaven, wearing the uniform of the SS, with the double lightning insignia on his shoulders. He was the man giving the orders.
"Here," he shouted out, "you will all be put to work for the greater glory of the Third Reich. You will obey immediately when given an order. If not, you will either be shot, hanged, or taken to the showers. At no time will you question any order given you by a uniformed soldier. Later, you will see what has happened to those who have dared resistance of any kind. We have Jews decorating the entire camp, as you will see. Now all of you... strip!"
Reluctantly, Rachel took off all her clothing as did all the other women around her. They huddled nakedly in the middle of the room as suddenly a heavy blast of water hit them. And then a second blast hit them, and a third. Three different hoses were being used to wash all the filth off them. They screamed and screeched as the leering soldiers continued to play the hoses on them, aiming for their genitals and breasts
When the hoses stopped, the women were taken in groups of five and made to sit in wooden chairs with splinters while the hair was shaved from their heads. Then they were made to stand on benches as their pelvises were, shaved... not too delicately. Rachel felt more than one soldier "searching" her vagina with his finger for any possible hidden valuables. Had it not been for the humiliating circumstances, Rachel might have found herself getting heated up again.
After being shaved, Rachel was dusted with a powder meant to keep lice from crawling over her. And then, with the other women, she was led into the women's section of the camp, where she was assigned to the fifth barracks, or lager, section. She was wearing a grey shift, like every other woman in the camp. Her own clothing had been taken away.
She and four other girls her age were brought to an old harridan by one of the soldiers.
"Bruni is your superior," the soldier told Rachel and the other girls. "All our orders will be transmitted to her, and she will give them to you. Different women will be assigned different jobs. Those of you who do your jobs will be rewarded by being allowed to work again for the Fuehrer. The others will be taken to the showers."
The soldier left, and the old hag, Bruni, seeing how pretty Rachel was, shaven head and all, immediately began picking on her, making her sweep the entire barracks, and beating her with a stick when she didn't move quickly enough.
"One of these days I'll get out of here," Rachel muttered at her through gritted teeth. "And when I do, old hag... look out."
Bruni cackled, showing her gums as she swept back long strings of disheveled white hair, attesting to how long she had been in the camp, then turned her wrinkled face to Rachel, and snapped, "You want to get out? Hee hee! Don't worry. One day, you, like so many others before you will get out. You know how? Through the smokestacks. That's how all of you get out."
The hag pointed to the chimneys still belching black smoke, and Rachel stared at her, shivering.
"What does she mean?" Rachel asked, turning to another woman who had been there some little while.
"You'll find out," the other woman said, her voice dead.
Supper, the only meal of the day, was served at somewhere between seven and eight o'clock. The women rushed to line up, and those who were last on line found themselves with nothing to eat. Supper consisted of raw potato peelings, a small piece of black bread, mudlike coffee, and for those at the front of the line, a piece of liver.
"Where does the meat come from?" Rachel asked, being lucky enough to have gotten a piece of liver.
"From the ovens," one of the other women replied as they huddled inside the lightless, windowless barracks eating their scraps.
"Do they burn animals in those ovens?" Rachel asked, curious how liver got into the ovens in the first place.
"Stupid girl," Bruni, the old hag cackled. "Don't you understand? You work until you are of no further use to the SS. Then they lead you and a whole group of others to the showers. But from what we have learned, no water ever comes from the showerheads. Just poison gas. And then, when you are dead, and your body has been stripped, and the hair that grows back has been cut off, and your skin has been peeled to make lampshades, and the little bit of fat you have is used to make soap, the rest of you is put into a large oven, and you go up the chimneys. Hee hee hee," she cackled.
Getting to her feet, Rachel staggered out of the barracks and over to the stream running from under the latrine. There, she vomited up her entire meal.
The next six weeks were hell for Rachel. Every morning, while it was still dark out, she had to get up and stand with the other women, in groups of five, waiting for the Germans to count them and make certain everyone was there. The Germans kept meticulous records, and not only knew how many people were in each camp, but knew the names and ages of all of them.
Each morning, after the count had been taken, certain women were selected from the camp to work in the munitions factories. The rest simply waited. And then, at about two-o'clock in the afternoon, the men were seen walking from their area past the women's area, toward the large buildings. These were the men who stoked the fires. Rachel later learned they were replaced every three weeks, themselves being gassed on the last day of the third week. Then a line of other men were seen heading for the buildings, and Rachel knew these were the men selected for execution. Most of them were taken to the gas chambers, but some were hanged in front of everyone, merely for the amusement of the commandant. Others were taken and used in hideous experiments.
And then the soldiers would march into the women's quarters for a selection of those who were doomed that day. And they were docilely led away, never to be seen again as the huge smokestacks continued belching soot all over the camp.
Rachel's hair began growing again, and it wasn't long before more than one soldier began looking at her as something other than an animal marked for extinction. She had lost fifteen pounds in the six weeks as she learned to eat the bread and potato scraps, though never again eating the liver which many of the other women craved. The baby fat fell away from her body, and though she wore the shapeless grey gown, it was obvious she had a beautiful body. Her rounded breasts made the shift she was wearing stand up and away from her body, also revealing her long legs and rounded calves. Her period came twice in those six weeks, assuring her what Albert had done had not wrought any permanent damage. The women feared pregnancy as much as sickness. Any women with a swollen belly was gassed. Any woman too sick to report for the morning count was gassed. The Germans had no time to waste with any people who might hold them back.
Although Martin Borrman was the genius behind Auschwitz and the other camps like it, he was never seen at this death camp. The camp was divided into the two main sections of male and female, and then each section was divisioned off with a hauptmann or sturmbanfuehrer heading each division. Often, the hauptmanns were changed.
The latest hauptmann, or captain, to arrive and take charge of the division of which Rachel was part, was a young Aryan sadist known as M.M. Von Teich. No one knew what the M.M. stood for, though it was rumored his father had been unhappy with him at birth and had named him Mickey Mouse after the American cartoon mouse. He was short, no more than five feet-six inches in height, had a closely cropped head, wore a monocle. and smoked cigarettes with a long, black cigarette holder. Like his predecessors, he wore his black uniform with pride, and like his predecessors, enjoyed starting off the day by hanging a half-dozen Jews. Sometimes he would have them cut down before actual death, though their necks were already broken, and then he'd let them lay on the ground and take hours to die. Other times he'd bury them alive. All-in-all, Von Teich was a product of which Hitler would have been proud.
Von Teich liked women. He had been in camp five days and had gone through five women. One of them had been sent back, one of them had been given to a lieutenant, and three had been sent up the chimneys. None had satisfied his sadistic Aryan urges. All they had been good for was containing his sperm.
December was a frigid month at Auschwitz. Like all the other women there, Rachel wore only her shift. Her feet were bare, and she had learned to survive by stealing from the other women, just as they had stolen from her. Survival was the most important thing. If one survived long enough, one was always able to outwit the others.
It was a cold Saturday morning when she lined up for the count. And that particular morning Von Teich wanted to amuse himself by cutting off the breasts of a few Jewesses, so he went to the camp lineup, himself. He intended selecting some ugly Jewess with large breasts. Then he intended cutting off her nipples, and then layers of her breasts, enjoying her screams the entire time.
Walking along the line of women, he stopped in front of Rachel. The young girl saw the cruelly handsome face, but didn't think of him as a man. He was a butcher. Yet he was staring at her, the monocle in his eye gleaming with lust. She saw he was interested in her.
The riding crop in Von Teich's hand came up and circled her face. It pressed under her chin, lifting her head.
"You do not have the face of a Jew," he said to her.
"I'm not a Jewish," she replied, softly.
"So? Is this possible? Have the Wermacht made another error? Why were you interned if you are not Jewish?"
"Our house was close to that of the Jewish community. The soldiers thought it was part of the community."
"Ach, I see. Not Jewish, yet living close enough to be contaminated by them. Well, well, fraulein. It is not fitting that you should live among these pigs if what you tell me is true. And looking at you, I am, at the moment, inclined to believe you... perhaps because it pleases me to do so. You will come with me. ja?"
Von Teich motioned to one of the men standing near him, and the man walked over to Rachel and grabbed her arm. He led her out of the lager and away from the others. They walked for more than five minutes before she came to the wooden building housing the captain's quarters. She was ushered inside and saw there were rugs on the floor.
"I am the hauptmann's adjutant," the corporal told her. "Inside, in the next room, you will find a bathtub. I will have buckets of hot water brought in for you, and you will scrub yourself until all the dirt is gone. Then you will put on a robe you will find in the bathroom, and you will wait. Ja?"
"Yes, of course," Rachel nodded, more than a little terrified.
What did this SS captain want from her? In the next moment she knew the answer. One didn't stay six weeks in Auschwitz without becoming wise to certain things. But how could she please Von Teich? The rumors circulating through the camp said he loved to deal out pain, lots of pain. Rachel, hardened as she had become, wondered if she would be able to survive such an ordeal. Yet, to survive, she knew she was willing to endure anything. She had to make the captain want her. It was the only answer. Three of the five he had rejected in the past five days had been exterminated. Rachel wanted to go on living.
Her period had ended two days earlier, so she was safe for the moment, as far as pregnancy went. Seeing bottles of seltzer, she knew, from what other women in the camp had said, how to douche with them to prevent unwanted babies from swelling her belly. Von Teich would not tolerate her for long if she became pregnant, and she, herself, didn't want to carry the fruit of so vicious a monster in her belly.
Sitting in a nearby wooden armchair, she waited.
Chapter Three
She was bathed now. There had even been a scented bar of soap she had used to wash away the grime, the filth, and the overpowering stench of the camp. She had scrubbed for what seemed like hours to get the coating of ashes off her. Her hair had also been washed. It was short at the moment, and easy to wash. Fortunately, she had not yet been infested with lice.
When Von Teich came in, he looked at her, a crooked leer on his face. He wasted no time taking off his jacket, then pouring himself a drink.
"So," he muttered, "you are not a Jew. This is gutt. Each time I take one of those Jewish cows to bed, I feel as if I have been infected. Besides, they are so prim and so delicate. You are not delicate, are you, liebchen?"
"No," Rachel gasped, more and more terrified with each passing second.
"Gutt! Come here!"
Standing, Rachel walked over to him and looked at his cruel handsome face, with the straight nose and the mocking eyes. His teeth were crooked and a little brown from having smoked too much. Even now he was lighting another cigarette after putting it in the long, thin cigarette holder.
Von Teich walked around her, slowly peeling the robe from her body, letting it fall on the floor. He stared at the way her breasts, now rid of the last vestige of baby fat, stood up so roundly. The tips of her nipples were pink buds waiting to be massaged into glowing rubies. Yes, the hard life had been good for Rachel's body, giving it the roundness it needed to be perfect.
"I like pink nipples," Von Teich told her. "I like them very much. I like them even better when they harden and turn a glowing red. Did you know a nipple can glow just like the tip of my cigarette?"
"1 didn't know that," Rachel gasped.
"Ach ja!" he laughed, and slowly, very slowly brought the glowing tip of his cigarette to within three inches of Rachel's left nipple.
Rachel took a deep breath and held it. This made her breasts stand out even more. She stood very still, not daring to move as Von Teich let his suspenders slide off his shoulders. Then he brought the tip of his cigarette to within an inch of her nipple. Anxiety flooded Rachel as she felt the heat from the cigarette starting to burn the nipple. It was starting to hurt, but deep down inside, Rachel was feeling something else. She was feeling excitement. Something was happening to her, inside. Perhaps it was because of the rough treatment she had received from Albert Kalascz. The very roughness of his treatment had caused her to inwardly understand that such treatment preceded the pleasure she would receive from being fucked. And her mind had accepted the fact, almost immediately, that the more that a man hurt her, the more enjoyment she would eventually receive. Though her body believed this, her mind was not yet ready to accept it, and the sight of the burning cigarette, an inch from her nipple, sending burning pains through her, made her start and shiver. And the shiver, coursing through her body made Von Teich smile. The sadist in him enjoyed the fearful reactions of women. Even more enjoyable was the actual dealing of pain.
As Rachel stared, he moved the cigarette closer and closer. When he touched it to her nipple, she didn't believe it. At first there was nothing, and then there was agonizing pain.
"Eeeeyyyiiiii!" she screamed, jumping away.
"No, Llebchen," he told her, and smacked her face with his free hand. "You must not back away. You must endure it. That is what makes it so much fun... seeing you endure it. Those fragile Jewish pigs couldn't take pain. They are an inferior breed of people. They are weak. They are not like Aryans Now you claim not to be Jewish. Well this is something you will have to prove to me. Lie down!"
"Where?" Rachel asked, whimpering.
"On the table, of course," he said, pointing to a long table with a bowl of fruit in the center. It was artificial wax fruit, and when he swept the bowl off with his arm, the fruit broke as it hit the floor.
Rachel hoisted her naked body onto the wooden table as Von Teich went to a nearby bureau in the room.
"Why can't we use the bed?" Rachel asked.
"After you have proven you are worthy of sleeping in a bed, we will use the bed with regularity." Von Teich replied. "For now, you will lie on the table."
Rachel stared as Von Teich opened the drawer, dipped his hand in, and came out with a weird assortment of different objects. They all looked like earrings, except the earscrews seemed much too large.
Tugging her thighs wide apart, Von Teich took the first object and Rachel felt her right labius being tugged away from the center of her gash as Von Teich began screwing the object tighter and tighter. He had her labius trapped in the screw and was pulling it against her right thigh.
"Wunderbar!" Von Teich smiled as the girl gritted her teeth in pain. The pulling sensation was agonizing, and Rachel feared the screw might actually tear into her flesh. Now he pulled her left labius to the side and began screwing it against her left thigh. Her vaginal lips were so far apart, Rachel thought a steam locomotive might fit inside.
Now Von Teich began attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them on the same way. The pain was even more acute as he screwed the rings on so tight, her nipples were each compressed. She clenched her teeth, refusing to scream. She had to survive.
Von Teich next took some cord and bound her wrists to the legs of the table, stretching her arms over her head. The cord was thin, and it cut into her flesh, letting her know, the more she struggled, the more it would hurt.
Next, he bound her ankles to her thighs with her knees straight up in the air. Then he attached a loop to one knee, ran the rope under the table and ran it around the other knee, preventing her from clamping her knees, and her thighs, together.
"Now, liebchen," he told her, as she lay there, her body distorted, pain cramping her muscles, more pain running through her nipples and labia, "we start to haff some fun, ja?"
As she watched, Von Teich undressed. What she saw astounded her. In the boxcar she had not been able to see Albert's penis at all, and Yakov's had looked much smaller than Albert's had felt. But Von Teich sported something the size of a pole she had seen outside a barber shop in her village. The only thing missing was the red and white stripes. And she realized he intended plunging that invasive organ into her. She also noticed he hadn't gagged her. A true sadist, he wanted to hear all her screams.
With his left hand, the naked Von Teich picked up his riding crop, and before Rachel realized what he was doing, he brought it down hard between her thighs, the leather thong striking her clitoris.
"Eeeeyyyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed, writhing insanely as the unexpected pain tore through her body
The crop struck a second time, but off to her left slightly, bruising the interior of her labius. Then it burned into the flesh other right labius. The pulling of the screws on her labia intensified the pain even more. Her buttocks bounced wildly on the table but tied down as she was, she was unable to move. Nor was she able to clamp her thighs together. He continued striking her tender flesh, whipping it again and again raising welts, then causing the delicate tissues to open and reveal tiny little cracks of blood.
"Ja, this is much fun," Von Teich laughed, and now began bringing his riding crop down on her soft, flat, white belly. He raised a series of red welts, many of which began bleeding, and still he continued whipping her. Rachel felt the crop flick between her thighs again, this time stinging her buttocks, whipping them unmercifully.
"Beg for mercy," Von Teich screamed. "Beg, like all the Jews. Beg! Beg! Beg! Maybe I will show you mercy."
The fires of hell raged through Rachel, but she knew begging was not what this man wanted. Too often he had seen women yielding to his wants and needs. No, this time he was aching for defiance. Even if it caused her to feel more pain now, Rachel knew it was the only thing left to save her life. Even then, the agonizing flames of pain hid tingles of delight, and each time Von Teich brought his riding crop down between her thighs, the thrill grew while the pain seemed more-and more deadened.
Rachel knew it was the rape of her body by Albert Kalascz that had made her discover this streak of hidden masochism. Had it not been for Kalascz, all her pain, all her agony would be enhanced tenfold, while she would be feeling no enjoyment at all. And she would be begging for release, and the only kind of release in this hellhole was death.
"Beg!" Von Teich screamed, now using the riding crop on the tips of her nipples, hitting them as they remained squeezed between the screw he had applied to them.
"Never!" she screamed. "I'll never beg. Go on and do your worst. You can't hurt me."
"Ach du lieber!" Von Teich screamed. "Du ist ein wunderbar kunt... you are a wonderful cunt."
He threw his naked form on top of her bleeding body as she lay on the table, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. And when his mouth found hers, he bit hard, chewing on her lips, drawing blood.
"No, no, no!" Rachel screamed. "I don't want your mouth profaning mine."
"So, you have not had enough," Von Teich said smirking. And he brought the flat of his left hand against her right cheek, then backhanded her left cheek. Rachel felt the heat of his slaps, but there was no longer pain connected with them. Now there was a wonderful heat naming through her. In her belly the fires of hell turned to licking tongues of delight.
"So Fraulein Rachel, it is your wish to be fucked like a wild woman. So be it, then. I shall make your wish to come true."
Her body squirmed and strained under his moving hands as he sank his tongue into her mouth. She had been given a breath freshener before he had arrived, and now he tasted it as he lapped at her tongue and she attempted to bite his. His tongue escaped her teeth then returned to attack every pink ridge and hollow within. Her short hair was gripped by one of his large hands, while his other hand reached beneath her and squeezed her tortured, bleeding buttocks. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded asscheeks only served to inflame the lust she felt building higher and higher.
The sounds coming from Rachel's mouth might have been screams had his tongue not been blocking the way. In fact, Von Teich wanted to believe they were screams, and kept his tongue plunged as far in as possible, for if he found they were moans of ecstasy at this point, the entire illusion would be ruined for him.
Rachel tasted his saliva in her throat, and though she wanted to regurgitate simply from the knowledge it was his sputum, the flames of licentious thrills built higher and higher. Her body knew nothing about Nazis. It did know about pain and the wonderfully erotic sensations pain brought with it. Her body wanted more agony and ecstasy, and if this German was the means for her to receive that agony and ecstasy, then by all means let him do what had to be done. Feeling his hot breath in her nostrils, Rachel thought, Yes, yes, he's going to do it, he's going to fuck me.
The pressure of the screws on her labia and nipples now made her flush with vibrant desire. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew a cock as big as the one sported by Von Teich would stretch her vaginal terminal to the limits, but the pain would make it all that much more exciting. Her orgasm would be greater than ever.
Rachel felt shocking thrills surge through her as Von Teich pushed his massive dork into her belly, grinding his hips licentiously as he moved them in a rotary motion. The heated red, uncircumcised head of his shaft was dripping hot liquid onto her belly, and it inflamed her all the more. The tears streaming from her eyes were of lust and desire as she gasped with her mouth still clogged with his tongue. Her head throbbed with wonderment as she knew the delicious fulfillment was only moments away.
"You are beautiful," Von Teich gasped, pulling his mouth from hers. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. And so far you are not a disappointment. All the others, the Jews, the so-called hot-blooded gypsies, and even the German girls are all disappointments. If you can enjoy all this as you seem to be, you are a hundred times more of a woman than all of them put together. And ja, I believe it when you say you are no Jew. No Jew can react this way They are all lumps of clay who let me use them once. Once is too much. With a one such as you, I need never use the Jews again. Let them all go to the showers and then fly up the chimney."
His mouth was all over her face, kissing her lips her cheeks, her eyelids, and her throat. And though her body reveled in all of it, the touch of the man's mouth and his hands made Rachel feel disgust. The pain he was causing her was welcome when compared to his hands and lips. He let his fingers travel over her body again and again, tweaking her bleeding nipples, using the flat of his palm to massage her outstretched clitoris, feeling the heat emanating from it where his riding crop had slammed against it again and again.
Hate filled Rachel's mind. She hated and loathed this man beyond belief. And yet, his kisses which disgusted her aroused her body, and the caresses she detested, made her physical self even hotter. What she enjoyed most was the pain. It was her punishment for allowing herself to be made love to by such a beastly individual. And she deserved every bit of the pain because her body loved all that was happening to her. She wanted this cruel, Aryan scum to enter her and fill her with his seed.
Her large, melon-shaped breasts heaved up and down as his fingers pulled on her compressed nipples. She bit at him, only to have him slap her. And he reveled in hurting her, knowing she loved the pain. Her buttocks thumped wildly on the table, her ankles straining to free themselves from the ropes that held them against her thighs. Even that pain filled her with a perverse delight.
And then he was sitting on her chest, pressing against the balloons of her tits with his asscheeks as he dangled his penis in her face, saying, "I want you should have a good look at it. I want you should see what is about to enter you and pierce your interior. Tell me, are you a virgin?"
"Do you want me to be?" she asked.
"Nein!" he snapped. "All young Jewesses here are virgins. They think their cunts are too holy to be used before they marry. When will they realize they are inferior animals, the poor fools."
Rachel stared at the huge hunk of gristle dangling above her face. She had to admit it was a prominent cock. It was truly large, so much larger than that of Albert Kalascz.
"I am not a virgin," she whispered, her heated breath covering the underside of the throbbing, pulsing, swollen penis.
Rachel stared at its whiteness. She wondered if all penises were this white. The only penis she had really seen had belonged to Yakov, and in the dimness she had been unable to decide just what its color was. She had assumed it was the same color as the rest of his body. But with Von Teich it wasn't so. True, he had fair skin. But his penis was white, an albino color. It had a multitude of blue veins winding its way through the shaft, and because of its whiteness, she was able to see every blood vessel inside. She noted the way the bright red cap, aptly resembling the helmet of a German soldier, twitched and swelled and seemingly mushroomed each time a little drop of lubricant came seeping out.
"I am pleased to hear this," Von Teich nodded. "Virgins do not know how to move. They make me do all the work, and when I do, I do not enjoy it as much. More and more I am convinced you are not Jewish."
"But I am not willingly yours, either," she snapped venomously knowing it would arouse the sadist in him again. And the masochist in her wanted him to hurt her, the more she would be able to justify the enjoyment she felt when he finally did shove his massive cock into the anxious depths of her tight pussy.
"You are a true glutton for punishment," Von Teich snapped.
"I may be yours to execute," she told him "I may even be yours to torture and rape, but there's no way on earth you will make me enjoy your touch."
Rachel was screaming at him, now, and in her mind there was a vision of the two of them coupling, joining their naked bodies in an angry, panting battle. Lying here his way, with her genitals exposed and her arms tied, there was no way for her to gain some measure of vengeance during the act of fucking. Yet to ask him to release her was tantamount to telling him to tie her tighter. She had to trick him into releasing her arms and untying her ankles.
"So the little doll dares to chastise her commandant and tell him he cannot make her enjoy his touch? This is foolish, and you know it. I have ways of arousing any kind of sensation I wish in you."
"You call yourself a man, yet you sneer bravely at me only because my hands and feet are tied."
"Ach! Sweet liebchen, you wish to be untied, is that it?"
"Don't bother. To do that means you'll have to watch out for my hands."
"And you don't believe I can overcome you? I shall undo the ropes holding you, but you are not to take off any of the screws. They are to remain on until I decide otherwise."
"Or until I wear you out and you can't tell me not to take them off. And when that time comes, I'll take them and screw them onto your penis."
"So," he laughed, untying her arms, then undoing the ropes from around her ankles. "You think you can tie screws to my penis, eh," And then he was on her, once more pressing his knees into her arms, reaching down and grabbing her short hair with both hands. "Shall I tell you what you will do first, my little non-Jewish bitch? You will take my cock into your mouth and you will suck on it until I tell you to stop. And when I tell you to stop, and only then, you will stop. None of these Jewish women know how to suck properly, anyway. I am curious to see if your mouth can suck as well as your body can endure the delightful tortures I am foisting on it. I am going to ram the entire length of my cock down your throat. And if you strangle to death, that is your problem."
"No!" Rachel gasped, remembering how foul-smelling Yakov's cock had been. "Put that monstrosity in my mouth and I'll bite it off. I'll bite it off!"
This was one of the things she hadn't bargained for. But even as she determinedly denied him, she knew full well she would do it. She would do it and pretend to relish it, if only to stay alive. She would do anything to stay alive at this point in time, no matter how depraved it seemed... no matter how obscene.
Rachel's face was wet, streaked with perspiration, but for the first time in many months it was clean perspiration. Her short brown hair was fanned out on the table under her in untidy, uneven lengths. She saw the hungry stare in the wolf-like eyes of Von Teich and knew he wanted her more than ever. Though she had no idea why, she knew she was totally different from all the other women he had ever known. She was winning, and winning was important, since losing meant losing everything; especially her life.
His knees pressed into her arm muscles as he leaned forward, taking the weight of his buttocks off her compressed nipples. His one hand twined its fingers in her hair and twisted, while his other hand tightly gripped his cock and aimed the large red, almost glowing head at her tightly closed lips. He prodded those pretty lips with the tip of his thrusting cock, and a few drops of sticky lubricant came seeping out, smearing itself on her mouth. And then the hand holding her hair tugged her head upward, letting his hard cock rub against those sweet lips.
"Open your mouth, liebchen," he commanded, his voice heavy with menace, once again glorying in the total mastery of the situation flowing wildly through him. Von Teich stared down to see his penis trembling with anticipation with its veins standing out in a lacey network just under the surface of his dead-white skin. Ja! It was a pleasure to fuck them in the mouth, Jewish or not. A woman was always in the need of being mastered, and a true mastery was making a woman suck until he said otherwise. Ja! He wanted to cram the entire length down her throat until her lips were being scrubbed by his short, curly pelvic hairs. Ach! It was always such a pleasure to fuck their mouths, first. This way they were made humble. And he would humble this one, too.
Rachel was still staring at the massive cock, seeing it with a mixture of fascination and repulsion. Her eyes were almost crossed in concentration, as her body perspired and the salt from the perspiration seeped into the many hundreds of tiny wounds created by his riding crop. Fresh surges of delicious pain charged through Rachel as her wounds stung her, reminding her it was more than a sexual thrill. But at the moment, her body was only interested in the sexual enjoyment. It totally ignored the pain, itself.
God! The German's cock was so immense, so huge, so much larger than Yakov's had been, and each time it pulsed some more of the colorless liquid seeped from the head.
"Come, come, sweet pigeon," Von Teich snapped. "You must do as you're told. Take my cock in your mouth and start sucking on it. Take all of it, every last inch, and swallow it until there is nothing left."
Rachel's mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out. To further aggravate the man at this point was to undo everything she had fought to gain. For six weeks she had lived in an inferno of nightmares. This, by comparison, even if it was with a German Nazi pig, was heaven compared to the inner agonies her mind had suffered. Mental anguish was something she was not able to endure as easily as physical pain. So even if this was a kind of nightmare, it was pleasant compared to what she had been through. Here, in this room, there was heat. Here there would be food. Here there were no lice, no women with whom to fight for a scrap of potato peel or melon rind.
Rachel's head was jerking up again, and her mouth opened wide in total submission. She knew full well he would send her to her death if she displeased him in anything. She was in an insane world, living from moment to moment, and until sanity was restored, she had to go on doing whatever was possible in order to survive.
"Ja, ja, ja," Von Teich murmured reassuringly. "Take it in those lovely little hands of yours, sweet Rachel. Feel it! Feel all the strength it has. Curl your fingers around the base and leave the head free so you can lick it."
As he spoke, one of his hands reached back, and he grabbed her tiny clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, and he began cruelly twisting it. Thinking he would have to tie a screw onto that clit the next time. He twisted harder, hearing the girl sigh with pain, and it filled him with delight to know she enjoyed the pain.
Rachel held the throbbing wang tightly in her fist, seeing more than six inches still extend from where she was grabbing it. Slowly, very slowly she brought the red mushroom to her lips and she let them slowly surround and cover the red helmet, carefully sucking it against her tongue and palate.
"Ach! Gott! Got in Himmel!" the Nazi captain gasped.
The German's fingers tightened around Rachel's clitoris as her lips compressed the head of his between them. The girl felt lightning shoot through her and sparks jump from her as the hand continued tightening, ready to pull her tiny clit from her body. But even that was not too great a saceifice in order to survive.
The warmth and wetness of the closing mouth over his throbbing cock sent needles of shivering wonder through Herr Hauptmann Von Teich. It was more than the mere taking of his cock into her mouth that set the man on fire. It was the delight of seeing her mouth moving around the phallic prod without having to be told. She was sucking him as a hungry lion might suddenly swallow a snake, whole.
The pain of her clitoris being twisted added a new dimension of delight to the thrills coursing through Rachel's quaking body. And the great, pulsing wand pushing into her mouth didn't have the dirtiness about it that she had smelled and tasted with Yakov. It was clean and sweet and the skin-covering was as velvety soft as a kitten's ear. Rachel sighed, happy to be filling her mouth with the huge serpent of cock, and the vibration made Von Teich's prick tingle. Her lips pursed tightly around the corona, and she made sucking sounds as she licked at the underside with her tongue. Her mouth ovaled and she began taking more of the magnificent tool between her hungry lips. God! The cock tasted better than food. Now her hands moved lower and filled themselves with the German's bloated testicles. She cupped them in her palm, fondling them, hefting their weight.
"Ach du lieber, mein Gott!" the German gasped, feeling a pulling around his penile flesh he had never known before.
For the first time in his life, the thought of dealing pain was not uppermost in his mind. His hands released her hair and her clitoris, then moved down to cup her face. The sight of this delectably beautiful girl, actually sucking his hard cock with a willingness, her face wet with sweat, her cheeks stained with tears, caused strongly salacious sensations to shudder through him. He stuffed a little more of his rock-hard phallus into her oral depths, thrilling to the velvety sensation of her moving tongue, and more thrills went careening through him, shooting from his groin to his brain and back again. Gott! So far this had to be the most singularly wunderbar female he had ever known. If her cunt was as good as her mouth, then he would have finally found the woman he had been seeking. Ja! She was everything sexual a man could want. He saw the hungry look in her eyes and he knew she wasn't doing this out of fear. Nein! She was enjoying it. She was enjoying the pain he had caused, and she was enjoying his pleasure. Ach! This woman would stay with him... if... she passed one more test. If she fucked as encitlngly as she sucked.
Rachel's hands caressed the Nazi's wrinkled sac almost as if by instinct, letting her long nails graze against the underside of the wrinkled skin as strange delights continued coursing through her body. She had no name for this wonderful sensation continuing to thrill her. She even felt her own body come to life faintly as she realized she was reveling in both pain and pleasure. No, her body was already wildly alive. It was her mind that was first coming to life as she realized she had indeed found a way out for herself if she continued being careful. Playing with a German was like playing with a gun with a hair trigger. As long as one was certain where the gun was aimed, one had complete control of the situation. The more she sucked, the more she wanted to suck. She deliberately plunged her head forward, letting him know she wanted him to make good his threat by plugging every last inch of penis down her gullet.
The girl felt him ease his knees off her cramped arms as he smoothed his thumbs across her cheeks. The girl was still unable to understand why she was enjoying all this so much but she was. The weight, the heft, the bulk of the heavy penis clogging her mouth was sending shockwave after shockwave through her. Rachel suddenly realized she was feeling miniature versions of the orgasm she had enjoyed with Al Kalascz as they rocketed through her, one after the other. The mere sucking of a penis was doing this to her, because the thick wang was rubbing something in her gullet as it pushed farther and farther in. Had her circumstances not been so dire, Rachel realized she would still enjoy sucking a cock. No, no, that wasn't true. It was because of these dire circumstances she was doing this. If she was still living at home, her father would kill her if she tried anything like this.
"Ja! Ja!" Von Teich shouted, slapping her face with his hands, rhythmically hitting her cheeks hard, making them burn a bright red as her mouth continued sucking the phallic extension from between his thighs.
Rachel nodded faintly as her mouth continued pulling more of his throbbing putz between her lips. It had felt nice enough with only the plum-like head inside, letting her tongue roll over and under the massive minaret, but now she was sucking it as if it was a piece of cane sugar.
Just why Rachel wanted to continue masticating the massive organ was something she didn't quite yet understand. She did know she was enjoying it; reveling in the very perversity of it. His slapping her face continually as she sucked added zest to everything. The girl was enjoying this sodomizing of her mouth almost as much as she thrilled to the final culmination the day Al Kalascz had raped her. The pulsating length was wildly sliding in and out of her mouth, keeping time to the way Von Teich continued slapping her. The pulsating length was wildly sliding in and out of her mouth, keeping time to the way Von Teich continued slapping her. She was warming to what she was doing, no longer thinking of it as a matter of life and death, but rather as something wonderfully pleasant. Most important was the fact that her mind no longer associated the hard cock in her mouth with the man attached to it. She wasn't trying to please him so much as she was attempting to make herself happy by using that length of flesh hose. She wanted every last little inch crammed all the way into her gullet. The rubbing movement was touching nerve-endings in her throat she had no idea existed, and she was continually feeling one minor crisis after another as the penile head continued its friction.
"Ach... ja... more... more... more..." the Nazi captain yelled, continuing to slap her face. But the slaps against her cheeks, hard and stinging as they were, only enhanced the orgasmic sensations in Rachel's body. The harder he slapped her, the more pressure her mouth exerted. The stronger she sucked, the more Von Teich was thrilled.
Rachel found her mouth sucking more and more and more furiously, increasing the pressure of her lips even more around the massive phallus filling her mouth and gulet on each instroke. It crammed its way to the back of her mouth and pushed right into her pharynx not bothering to wait for the esophagus to stretch and fit around his thrusting pike. It crammed right into her tonsils and would have gone down her throat into her belly had it been long enough.
The girl's long, slender fingers continued surrounding his testicles, squeezing and pumping them now, creating new feelings for him, making him thrill all the more to the way her mouth enveloped his thrusting cock. Hr lips were like leeches, clinging so tightly at times there seemed to be no movement. Yet her tongue continued teasing the underside of the hard prick, making the Nazi captain shudder as never before. No woman had ever given his cock such loving. Most of the women choked and sputtered, and Von Teich had even strangled two gypsies with his cock, thoroughly enjoying the way they had died with their throats tightly constricting around the head of his long, fat penis
Rachel was unable to believe the way she was reacting. This was supposed to be something she had wanted over and done with, theoretically doing it simply to please the hauptmann and keep herself alive. But she realized this was something so totally and thoroughly enjoyable, it was as if she were deriving nourishment from merely sucking on the cannon-like barrel. Licentious heat was burning through her naked, whipped, beaten self, and the screws applied to her nipples made her breasts tingle with excitement.
Those holding her labial folds back caused her hot cunt to itch with the desire for that massive penis. Her feet stretched out behind the hauptmann, beating on the table in time, to the way his huge cock slid in and out of her sucking mouth. Von Teich was bent forward, his palms gripping the edge of the table as he dug his knees into the wood on either side of her head and thrust his mighty wang into her hungering throat without letup.
"Nein!" Von Teich insisted, suddenly sitting up and purposely yanking the entire length of his thrusting tool from the wet, wonderful confines of Rachel's mouth. He slid backwards, letting his throbbing cock leave a trail of lubricant down her throat and between her breasts as he saw how swollen and large her pinched nipples had become. He stopped and used the head of his cock to draw circles around her nipples, leaving trails of the colorless oil seeping therefrom.
Rachel wondered how her mind allowed her to feel anything for this monster. She had accepted the fact that she would try and make him want her so much, he would keep her alive. But that she, herself, would fall into the same trap was unbelievable. Her teeth clenched with hate for herself, and still the needles of lustful pleasure continued shooting through her. It was as if all the sensuous cells in her body were sewn together in a garment of total ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh!" the girl moaned, as he reached behind and once again tweaked her clitoris.
She wanted to reject this man in her mind, but she found herself incapable of thinking of anything other than the pleasure she was receiving. The only sounds she seemed capable of making were the panting verbalizations of enjoyment caused by his cruelty to her. She thrilled to the pressure of his penile head circling her breasts, repeatedly.
And then she gasped as Von Teich leaned down and sucked her nipple, screw-attachment and all, into his mouth, biting on the bloody, swollen tip of her breast, even chewing on it. He bit down until Rachel wanted to scream, but not from pain.
The sheer thrill of his teeth chewing on her nipple sent another orgasmic thrill shooting through her. Rising waves of overpowering delight took total possession of her and she found herself enjoying another orgasm. The hot, slippery fluid gushed from her vagina onto the table as her pulled-back vaginal lips spurted droplets of blood where the screws were cutting into them. Rachel wanted to scream, feeling waves of continual orgasmic thrills shudder through her traitorous body as the man continued licking his very lubrication from her body white sucking her nipples. Her teeth chewed harder, gnawing the hard nipples until they were screaming, reverberating points of vibrating rapture. The echoes trembled through her mind and vibrated through the entire length of her body. She realized she was no longer repulsed by the idea of sucking cock, but rather wanted... ached to do so with all her being. The German's depraved mouth, sucking his own lubrication from her flesh, made it all that much more pruriently exciting.
Von Teich gathered Rachel in his arms at that moment, jamming his mouth tightly against hers, his tongue plunging deep inside and joining hers in a mad, passionate kiss. The frenzy of their lovemaking completely overtook them as their tongues darted back and forth between mouths, seeking out every hidden nook and cranny, dueling like Prussian rapiers. At last, the Nazi tore his mouth from that of the young girl, and said, "Ja! You are the woman for whom I haff been waiting all this time. Ach! We will haff wonderful times together."
Slowly, very slowly, the hauptmann inched his way down her spread, open white fleshed body, his lips trailing kisses and licks as he went, once again allowing his mouth to savor the swollen shapes of her pinched nipples, then biting her belly and chewing his way down toward her pelvis, where strands of her growing pubic hair caught in his teeth. His mouth kept moving lower until it reached the wide-open gap of her Garden of Eden. The labial screws still held her inner cuntlips peeled back, leaving lots of room for his mouth to work, and work it did. Like a lethal needle his tongue shot out and stabbed into the girl's creaming depths. Rachel, feeling the pressure of the screws on her labia, shuddered with delight as the wet, slick tongue tasted her leakage again and again. It moved over the many tiny cuts in her membraneous tissue, stretching the wounds, making them hurt. But as the pain traveled through Rachel, so did one series of orgiastic thrills after another. There was no doubt now that genital pain brought savage delight.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" the young girl gasped, feeling sensations she didn't believe existed as the wet tongue worked in and out of her seething cunt with repeated strokes. It was a totally different feeling from a cock, and every bit as enjoyable. If this was perversion, then Rachel knew she was perverse. She had no idea how long she would live, or whether or not she would survive the ordeal of this death camp, but if she did, and if she ever married, it would have to be to a man with an educated mouth, who lapped her cunt and allowed her to suck his cock. God! She had wanted to suck the cock until she had made Von Teich come, but no, the German didn't want that.
"And now, mein fraulein," Von Teich laughed. "We do what the French call the piece-de-resistance."
The man raised his head and crawled up between her thighs, once more nibbling her breasts as he did so. The sharpness of his teeth made Rachel feel another mini-climax, causing her wide-open cunt to spurt another glob of heavy lubriciousness all over the table. Some of it splattered on Von Teich's cock.
"Yes," Rachel gasped. "Oh yes, yes, fill me with it."
With a single mighty lunge, the German sank his beating, aching schlong to the hilt, straight into the wide-open, gaping maw of her seething vagina. Once past the pulled-apart inner lips, the penis had to literally force its way in, widening her tunnel, pouring in until it hit bottom, bouncing against her cervix. The weighty cock was sheathed like a hand in a custom-made calfskin glove. Her cunt was so tight around his throbbing dork, the German thought the circulation in his member would be cut off. The Nazi knew, even if she was no virgin, this girl had not been used much. That was good, too. She had been broken in just enough not to complain when he thrust his cock into her to the balls, but her cunt was so tight, there was a delicious expression of pain on her face as his prong widened her interior. She was tight, very tight, and it was like sinking his hard cock into melting butter.
"Huuuunnnhhh!" Rachel gasped, once again thinking her body had been divided into two separate, equal halves... the long way. The pressure was inconceivable inside her, and the girl thought she would surely faint with the combination of agony and wonder she felt as the enormous, solid lance of muscle and blood vessels plunged as far into her as possible with the first attack. It was as if someone had shoved a metal ramrod into her, stiffening her for a moment, and it felt so long, she wondered if she'd be sucking on the head of his hard cock as it came up through her belly.
"Ach Gott!" Von Teich gasped, and then clamped his mouth against that of the girl, his tongue plunging into her open oral tunnel, trying to touch the back part of her throat. He shuddered as Rachel's vaginal muscles clung to him for dear life. Even with her labia tugged wide open by screws Von Teich had applied, her cuntal walls squeezed tightly together, squeezing like two sheets of elastic overlapping, convulsing and crushing and contorting around the inthrust pole. She was as close to being virginal as was possible for a girl who was not a virgin. Her hot cunt was tight, almost strangling his cock as it constricted around it.
Rachel's sore, whipped buttocks rubbed against the wooden table beneath as she unconsciously attempted to back away from the penis that had been thrust into her. It stretched her far more than did the weapon of Albert Kalascz, and the pain was excruciating, at the very least. Her mind felt this was acceptable torture, and so she reveled in the pain, knowing this was the way she was being made to pay for fighting for her life with her body. She was totally pierced; nailed to the wooden table by that massive spike intruding through her vaginal causeway. The way it forced her inner walls to separate made her think she was completely divided, now. God! This experience was everything she had expected, and more. For matching each agony was a thrill beyond description, making her feel heated and aroused, building her to greater and greater heights.
Easing back a little, Von Teich flexed his hairy buttocks and sent his hard cock jerking back into her like a spring-driven blade. And as his cock stabbed into her bubbling pussy, his tongue plunged into the cavern of her tender mouth. She bubbled and gurgled with a mixture of pain and passion, arousing the wolflike animal in Von Teich all the more. Her sounds gurgled into his mouth, enhancing the sensation of power all the more. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her long nails digging into his flesh as she strained and squirmed, working her tight cunt around his hard cock in the hope of making herself a little looser. Each time she felt the massive cock retreat from the confines of her feminine oven, hot breath came roaring from her enlarged nostrils. The hugeness of his stroking penis let her feel everything against all walls at once as he continued stabbing mercilessly into her. He would pull all the way back, letting the helmeted red glans rest in the widely stretched opening of her vagina, then he would throw all his strength into a lunge and once again bury himself inside her, filling her more completely than even she had dreamed possible. He continued lancing his meat in again and again, setting a beat which she soon picked up. Verdammt! The girl was so wonderfully tight and clasping. In and out he probed through her membranes, his balls churning and ready to boil over with the seething sperm they contained. Though he had fucked five other females in the past five days, the nearness of this particular girl made him understand he was all set to unload a tremendous amount of semen. Ja! She was special. She was very special. Her mouth, her cunt-and he was willing to bet even her ass-was special. Ach! This was one he intended keeping as long as she remained this good.
Rachel was aware of his hands gripping her burning buttocks. He was pulling her buttocks up, levering her body higher so he could stroke into her more fiercely, much the way Al Kalascz had done in the cattle car. But in an atmosphere with light, where she was able to see and admire his naked body, where her own body was finally clean and his was scented with cologne, it was all so much better. His hard cock was diving even deeper into the heated vacuum of her sucking channel. Because her buttocks were lifted higher in the air, Rachel dug her elbows into the wooden table and her thighs wrapped themselves around him, tugging his throbbing meat even deeper into her seething quim.
"Uhhhh... yesss... yesss... yesss..." Rachel hissed. "Fuck me, keep fucking me. I love it... oooooh..."
"Huuuhhhh... hhhuuuhhhh... hhhhuuuuhhhh..." he gasped with each stroke, still not quite able to believe his good fortune, that after all these years he had finally found a female whose masochistic lusts allowed him to practice the full extent of his sadism. And the more he hurt her, the more she loved him for it. Ja! He was indeed fortunate to find such a female.
Rachel" gasped as he lowered her buttocks, then placed his palms on either side of her head and rose on his toes, slamming into her with all the power in his body. She thrilled to the building pressure as he mightily screwed his pulsating, throbbing, pounding, blood-bloated cock into her glorious funnel, making her whimper and gasp, with murmurs of pleasure.
"Hold me," Rachel begged. "Hold me so tight my bones crack under your manly grip. Squeeze me, wonderful man."
Totally filled with every millimeter of the German's penis, the girl felt the wonderful twinging in her loins, letting her know her orgasm was very, very near. Her hip's began a wild rotation as she received him again and again.
The Nazi lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he nailed her his spear into the sucking center of Rachel's flooded cunt. Her hot, cuntal tunnel bathed his cock with it's lambent, flickering heat as the blood-swollen head beat against her cervical opening again and again. He flexed his phallus repeatedly, making it swell and bloat as he nailed the cudgel into her with consistent thrusts.
Rachel struggled to climb the long pole again and again, straining to meet the pounding of his flesh into her. Her loins lifted to his driving plunges, and her thighs tightened around his waist until he thought his bones were starting to crack. Her movement forced him to ram home into her with flesh-splitting force, filling the mouth of her cunt with the meat of his cock.
"Going to come," she gasped. "I can feel it. I'm going to come."
"Gutt, mein liebchen," he smiled, realizing total victory in having the girl come because of the way he was hurting her as well as fucking her.
"YYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! HHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH... AAARRRGGGHHH..." she bellowed, and thrust her tightened pussy against his pelvis, slamming his body with violent blows, making him thrill all the more. Never, in all his life, had he affected any woman this way. The mere fact that Rachel was so affected by him enhanced the sensations in his own body, and as her legs locked tightly around him, her hips writhing in a mad dance of joy, the hauptmann's huge load rocketed into the girl's straining flesh, charging down the narrow tunnel in a mad, frenzied dash as the come-juice bubbled from his balls and spewed into her in never-ending bursts.
Herr Hauptmann Von Teich had always come silently, before, never wanting to give the useless women he was with the satisfaction of knowing their vaginas had caused him to attain satisfaction of a sort. But this time it was different. This fraulein made him feel good, very good.
"GOTTERRRR DAMMMMERRRRUUUUNNNNGGGG!!!" he bellowed and began thrusting his body all the harder into hers, wanting to enjoy every last second before his penis lost its stiffness. The Nazi felt as if his cock was being milked of his entire life essence.
Still heaving and gasping, Rachel saw whirling stars explode in her head, bursting in the darkest part of her brain. Convulsions shook them repeatedly as they clung to one another, continually spasming. Little by little the white rain he was pouring into her lessened, until with what sounded like a sigh, his soft cock, spit one last fitful drop into her, then sighed its way out as the two continued clinging to one another, afraid the world would come to an end if they let go.
Chapter Four
Von Teich insisted Rachel move into his quarters with him. He promised her he would marry her when the fatherland won its final glorious victory, even though Germany was losing ground on all fronts. The Nazi captain was completely enamored by Rachel and her ability to more than merely stand pain. She actually gloried in it, and this pleased him, for he had enough of seeing people fight and scream and attempt to deny pain when he tortured them. It was a pleasure to see Rachel glory in the agony he caused her. As a result, he also gloried in pain when she did little torturous things to him.
Rachel hated Von Teich. When they were in bed together, she closed her mind to the beast he was, knowing what she was doing was her only means of survival. Too, she gloried in the agony she felt, accepting it as just punishment for enjoying sex at a time when thousands of people each day were marched to their doom, many as a result of direct orders from Von Teich. She never went out, not wanting to look at the gloom pervading the atmosphere of Auschwitz. It always rained ashes, and Rachel didn't want her flesh touched by any of it. The thought of seeing the helpless Jews terrified her. She knew they all thought of her as a traitor, sleeping with the man who might just as easily have butchered her along with all the others. He might well have been responsible for the deaths of her parents. Rachel knew she didn't dare ask after them. To Von Teich, family ties were a sign of weakness, and weakness was something he tolerated in no one. But Rachel also knew the other women were also envious of her, and any of them would have offered their souls to be in her place. Survival! That was the key to everything.
Von Teich's aide, Corporal Howard Brandt, lusted after Rachel, and the young girl knew it. He never said a word to her, nor did he attempt to wink at her or smile at her, but the girl saw the hungry look on his face each time he looked at her. Every now and again Brandt assuaged his hunger with some eight or nine-year-old who had just come into the camp and who was scheduled for immediate termination. Brandt would always promise them good things to make the little girls please him, but once he finished with them, he threw them into the gas chambers with all the others.
Rachel was disgusted with Brandt. He had dark skin and black hair that was combed in the style of Hitler. Brandt was even shorter than Von Teich, standing at five-feet-four inches in height. He was the man Von Teich used to apply all the instruments of torture to the various Jews.
It was exactly one week since Rachel had become Von Teich's mistress, and Von Teich had received orders requiring him to leave camp for the next forty-eight hours. Rachel wanted to go with him, but Von Teich told her the orders were for him to come alone. She would be able to stay inside his quarters in comfort. Von Teich insisted Brandt see to her every comfort. Brandt merely nodded. He never smiled, not even when torturing his victims. Brandt didn't know how to smile.
When the captain was gone, Brandt came into Von Teich's quarters and nodded to Rachel.
"For the next forty-eight hours, you are mine, fraulein," he told her. "If one word of what passes between us reaches Hauptmann Von Teich, I will see to it you are hanged in front of all the other women. They will cheer to see your body dangling at the end of a rope and will not hesitate to tear out your liver and cook it so they can eat it."
"What makes you so certain Von Teich won't believe me if I tell him you raped me?" Rachel asked, despising the man more and more.
"Fraulein, fraulein, you are foolish. Von Teich will believe me if only because I am a German and you are not."
Rachel had no idea whether or not Brandt was telling the truth, but she knew she didn't want to risk it. Survival, that was the key to everything, and if keeping Brandt happy for twenty-four or forty-eight hours was the only way for her to survive, she would do so. She knew Brandt might have her hanged before Von Teich returned, and there would be no way for her to tell the captain her side of the story.
"Very well," she told him. "What is it you want from me?"
"Your body," Brandt insisted. "I want your cunt, your mouth, and 1 even want your asshole. And if you hold back, if you stint, believe me fraulein, I will know it. And I will have you terminated."
"I understand," Rachel nodded.
"You are in charge, Kaporal Brandt," Rachel agreed. "What is it you want me to do?"
"There must be no new marks." Brandt told her. "If there were, Von Teich would see them immediately. He has a sensitive penis, as well, so I cannot tear out the tissues in your vagina. But I haff ideas which I think will work. To begin with, I want you totally naked. So undress!"
The last was a biting command, and Rachel knew better than to disobey. All Nazis, from the highest to the lowest, believed they had the right to command anyone not in a Nazi uniform. And so Rachel took off what she was wearing.
Brandt approached her and for the first time she saw the coiled rope he was carrying. He tied her right wrist with one end, then threw the rope over a beam above supporting the ceiling, and pulled hard, making Rachel stretch. Then he tied the dangling end of the rope to her left wrist, forcing her to stand on her toes. From a briefcase he had brought with him, Brandt took another coil of rope and proceeded to do the same thing to Rachel's ankles, so her entire weight was supported by ropes hanging from the beam overhead. Rachel felt strong pain as the ropes cut into her flesh. Her weight, pulling down on the ropes, made everything hurt even more. And since this was a non-genital pain. Rachel found no pleasure in it. Both wrists and ankles were bitten into deeply by the rope, but it was thick rope, designed not to leave anything beyond rope burns, and Brandt knew the burns would be gone in less than a day.
Rachel was able to look forward over her peaking breasts, between her thighs which were spread wide apart. She watched Brandt undress, and it took a certain amount of willpower not to laugh at the puny penis he was sporting. It was already erect, with a pinkish head and a brown stem, looking like a sick toadstool.
Going back to the briefcase, Brandt took out what looked like a penis.
"Haff you ever seen a dildo, fraulein?" he asked. "It is made to look like a man's penis, and is used either by women to imitate what men do, or by men like myself, who are not quite as strikingly built as Hauptmann Von Teich. Please to notice as I squeeze the bulb attached to the dildo, it does strange things. For instance, a part of it swells and enlarges, creating what appears to be little bumps. The bumps apply pressure inside you, straining your tissues without actually tearing into them. And, if I fill the dildo with water first, your entire vaginal area, or your anal area, is bloated with water."
"You'll flood the entire floor," Rachel gasped.
"Not so," Brandt told her. "Please to notice the little collar at the end of the dildo... the end near me as I would wear it," he told her. "It is designed to hermetically seal your vagina so the water inside continues swelling and enlarging your hole. If I were to use an entire dildo filled with water, the pressure would eventually crack your pelvis and tear your flesh to pieces. But since you are Von Teich's favorite, I cannot do that. So I will have to settle for enjoying myself by inflicting pain through water pressure."
As Rachel watched, Brandt filled the dildo half-full with ice water. But instead of wrapping it around his waist, he set it aside for the moment.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trembling, feeling the thick ropes burn her wrists even more.
"I am preparing your vagina for entry," Brandt told her.
Her body was level with his chest, and he had to lower his mouth to her cunt. Rachel, terrified, was dry inside, but the moment his licking tongue lanced itself into her hole, she began to respond. Her body automatically reacted, even when her mind tried to tell herself not to respond. The tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her, working against the upper wall of her vagina, never once flicking out to touch her clitoris, which was aching for pleasure. Brandt was fully aware her clitoris wanted to feel his oral organ, and he purposely withheld his tongue. But he did use the lingual extension to deposit saliva into her feminine tunnel, moistening it more and more until it was sodden.
"Excellent," Brandt nodded, and without warning, grabbed the artificial penis and forced it into her tight quim. The dildo was even thicker than Von Teich, and as a result, began immediately stretching the young girl's cunt again. It slammed past the furled lips of her pouting pussy, and like one of the wooden light poles outside, it felt almost splintery. The length of it butted and bored into her precious socket of femininity, and Rachel saw the look of glee on the corporal's face as her own countenance exhibited total discomfort. Stark terror filled the girl as she realized Brandt's pleasures were not sexual, but derived from the causing of agony.
Though he never smiled, he thrilled to the idea of hurting people. Unlike Von Teich and most of the Nazis, Brandt didn't have to be taught Aryan superiority or sadism. To him, there was no such thing as a superior being. All beings were inferior, and he happened to be in what he felt was a fortunate position where he was able to take advantage of his inner lust to deal out pain. Had he lived in peacetime, he would have eventually succumbed to his need to torture, and would have eventually been hunted down and killed like the mad dog he was.
Rachel felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared into the glassy eyes of this fiend. There was no happiness on his face as he made certain she was crammed more full of dildo than she had ever been filled with cock. Her tight little inner pussy was severely stretched, the membranes all but fighting not to tear.
"Now, dear fraulein, you will find out what this is all about," Brandt said to her as she hung there with her buttocks dangling to the height of his pelvis, and her vagina angled upward because of the pull of the ropes on her wrists and ankles as she swayed from side to side. "Until now, you and Hauptmann Von Teich have indulged in a little love play, ja? The pains and the agonies you felt were delightful in that the more pain you felt, the more inner satisfaction you received. You are a true masochist, and in time, you will learn to love my tortures, as well. But Hauptmann Von Teich doesn't haff my imagination. Now you will find out the true meaning of torture... and yet, not one part of your body will be marked."
"What kind of a person are you?" Rachel asked. "Surely you know you are doomed."
"The entire third Reich is doomed," Brandt replied. "I have known this for some time. Does it matter if I die today or a year from today? But for as long as I live, I will enjoy life as I see fit. And my greatest pleasure is the causing of pain. What makes it especially good with you is that you will live afterward, and you will see me in your dreams, and you will hate me. but there is nothing you will be able to do about it."
Rachel sagged, hanging by her wrists and ankles, unable to reply to what she knew was an obvious maniac. She needed all her strength and determination to keep from blacking out as the skewering artificial penis plunged deeper and deeper into her tight throbbing channel. She was being all but torn apart as the dildo stretched her beyond belief. The artificial wang was nearly twice as thick as that of Von Teich's cock. Now her body was a toy to be played with and bulldozed as she dangled from the ropes suspending her from the beam, above. And that was what Brandt was doing.
When the heavy dildo was all the way in, Rachel felt suction surrounding her vaginal lips, and she realized the cup at the base of the dildo had attached itself to her, preventing air from touching her vagina, and keeping anything inside her from escaping.
"We begin," Brandt said, his eyes glittering with anxiety, and he began to slowly squeeze the dangling bulb.
"Eeeeyyyaaaggghhh!!!" Rachel screamed, as frigid water began seeping into her heated interior. The icy fluid splashed all around inside her, washing her down, making her writhe in agony as her membranes, stretched by the breadth of the dildo, attempted to contract when the icy water splashed through her. But the thickness of the dildo prevented her tissues from tightening, and they stretched all the more in their attempts to tighten. Agony rode through every fiber of the girl's shuddering being as her mouth remained wide open and she screamed again and again.
"Ja, ja, ja!" Brandt nodded, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared at the way the young girl writhed, frenetically trying to escape the cold as more and more water flooded into her, filling her vagina and womb to capacity. Brandt had estimated the amount of water correctly, and though it made her interior swell, and Rachel felt a combination of torture and bitter cold mingling with the heavy pressure in her womb, the pressure did not increase. At least it didn't increase for the moment. As the water was heated up by her inner body temperature, the heat would make it expand and her discomfort would become greater. The pressure was causing a fantastic amount of pain, and Rachel felt the urge to force the water out of her. But the suction cup, holding itself securely in place, prevented the water from escaping. Every last little part of her interior was filled to overflowing, but the water was unable to overflow, save to back up further into her, making her writhe and swing from side-to-side.
And then Howard Brandt was stepping between her widespread legs, moving closer to the Juncture between her thighs with the dildo clamped into it. Her aching vagina was tilted at such an angle, it would have been impossible for him to plunge his penis into her from that angle. But Howard Brandt was not interested in her vagina. In his hand was another device. It was the opposite of the screwing clamps Von Teich had applied to her nipples and cuntlips. This device was placed between her shuddering asscheeks as she continued whimpering and gasping with agony. And as he turned a small knob, Rachel felt pressure in her asscrack. pushing her cheeks apart. The more Brandt turned, the farther apart her asscheeks were forced. The device itself had been artfully placed directly below her asshole, so when her cheeks were forced open, the prune-like pucker of her brownie was completely revealed.
"Now," he told her, "I am about to derive my own pleasure. I often do this to the Jewesses, and many of them stand much more water pressure as well as the stretching of their asscheeks before their bodies finally tear apart. I especially enjoy doing it with the young ones, the eight, nine, and ten-year-olds. Their assholes are so small, my penis causes them excruciating pain when I thrust it inside."
Rachel gasped, realizing he intended plundering her rectum with his penis. She was certain her interior would never stand the strain. But she also knew begging for mercy would have no effect on Brandt. A true sadist, the man would only revel when she pleaded. She struggled, unable to help herself, and her body swung from side-to-side, but Brandt's being between her thighs prevented her from moving from the fulcrum, down. One of his hands yanked at her pubic hair, tearing it out, causing even more pain, and then she felt the brutal force of his throbbing masculinity pressed between her widespread cheeks, seeking the tight, budlike entrance to her rectum.
"Aha!" Brandt shouted. "I haff found it."
With a heaving sigh as he located his bullseye, Brandt rammed his penis forward, shoving the monstrously short, thin poker at the pulled-apart sphincter.
"Yiiiiii!" Rachel screamed, wriggling even more furiously, turning, twisting, trying to pull free of the heavy ropes inflaming her wrists and ankles. The pain was becoming unbearable all over. His hands held her dangling buttocks, preventing them from moving anymore, and he pushed forward, shoving slowly but persistently, and more pressure was added to the freezing water pushing against her vaginal canal and womb. White-hot flashes of agonizing pain brought tears coursing down Rachel's cheeks as scream after scream came tearing out of her throat.
Brandt. who had left his briefcase nearby, reached out while his penis was only halfway into her rectum and he pulled out a small bit of heavy rubber tubing. He tied it around her right breast, cutting off the blood supply, but forcing what blood there was in her breast into her nipple, making it rigid. He took another piece of tubing and did the same thing with her left breast. Both nipples swelled, filled with blood, turning from soft pink to ruby-red. Then Brandt took out a small series of wires bound together, and he used the very points of the wires to flick at Rachel's nipples, sending a new kind of pain shooting through her as the sharp pointy stung like wasps.
"You haff a tight asshole," Brandt told her, trying to thrust his skinny wang deeper. "Ja! I will wager it is a virgin asshole. I am doing Von Tsich a favor, widening it for him. When I am finished with you, no part of your body will still be tightly closed."
Rachel sobbed and gasped, feeling heated pleasure starting to burn through her body despite the coldness of the water bloating her vaginal well. But she tried to close the pleasure out of her, thinking it was time she stopped enjoying such monstrous happenings. Red and black stars of bright light exploded in her head as she tried to convince herself she was still a captive, subject to the whims of one of the most vile animals alive. He was using her as if she were some kind of fucking machine, plugging up all her lower orifices at once.
Brandt squirmed closer to her groin, using his narrow, hairy hips to force her thighs farther and farther apart, using his hand underneath her asscheeks to hold her closer and closer to his groin, lifting her the littlest bit so he was able to aim his cock a little better. He leaned forward, pressing down on the suctioned-in dildo, forcing it even deeper into her body as his mouth lowered itself on her left nipple, where his razor-like teeth began biting and chewing, hard. And he was forcing his skinny little wang even deeper into her rectum. Despite the pressure against her womb because of the water inside her, the pain of his teeth only enhanced the lustful heat she was feeling building up inside her as one fiery thrill after another began shooting through her like proton torpedoes. The girl whimpered and gasped as she realized the lustful sensations within were mounting higher and higher. He brushed her clit with the wires.
Brandt had achieved total penetration into her flaming rectal orifice, and she heard the slapping of his small testicles against the base of her spine. He was pounding in and out of the tight anal constriction with no regard whatsoever to any damage he might be causing in her body. The pressures in her womb and vagina were mounting as the water began warming up inside her. Brandt's hairy thighs whacked against her smooth ones as the brutal cock continued its burning ravishment of her delicate anus. And the wire tips stung her sensitive clitoris.
It hurt. Rachel felt the agony. But with the hurt was delectable, thrilling sensation. The excitement was building in Rachel and her basic fear at this point was the power of her orgasm forcing her vagina to contract around the water, which made her entire body explode.
"Ja, ja!" Brandt gasped, ecstatic noises and grunts coming from his mouth. "Ach! Gutt! Gutt! You are almost as tight as those young girls I haff fucked."
Rachel was sobbing and gasping, but not with pain. All the hurt merely enhanced the feelings inside her all the more. Her vagina was throbbing as the pressure within continued building, but the agony was causing her to feel sweet, wonderful thrills shooting through her. Her anus began tightening on the invading shaft, and she raised her hips and bumped against the cock in the hope of forcing it even more deeply into her.
"Ja!" Brandt shouted. "Use those hips. Ach! I can see you love what I am doing to you. You are every bit the masochist I believed you to be. I can feel the way your asshole is tightening on my cock. You love it. Say it!" And he dropped the wires.
"I love it," Rachel-gasped, partly out of fear of the man, but mostly because it was the truth. She loved the pain as much as the pleasure. Pain was a part of sex as far as she was concerned. Without a bit of torture to which she was fast becoming accustomed, the young girl knew she would never enjoy sex.
Brandt. stabbed into her rectum more viciously than ever, pounding violently into the tight clutch of anal tissue. Rachel writhed all the more violently, swaying her body from side to side, ignoring the painful pull of the ropes around her wrists. Repeatedly the cock was plunged into her anal tunnel, feeling like a painful red-hot iron, making her swing from side-to-side, her thighs trying to cling to Brandt's hips. And then Brandt pressed a little switch on the underside of the dildo, and it began vibrating inside her vagina, making the water bubble and churn as if her vagina held a whirlpool. The pain was becoming more and more acute, but so was the thrilling buildup toward her orgasm. This time there was no series of small, minor climaxes. This time it was all building up to one big blowoff. Her vagina was adding to the quantity of fluid trapped within by manufacturing lubricant. Since it was unable to ooze out of her, the slippery liquid simply mixed with the warming water already inside her.
Fingers squeezed her rectum even harder, and Brandt was gasping as he continued plunging into her.
"I should kill you," he gasped. "You are killing me, and I should kill you. But that would be too easy that way, dead, you would experience no more of the horrors of this camp. Believe me, the worst is yet to come. I know things very few others know. Everyone here is slated for total extermination, but we are almost out of gas and there is no more coming. The allies are moving closer and closer. Nein! I will let you live to see all the horrible atrocities yet to be committed."
Gasping, wheezing, Brandt plunged, his throbbing prick ever deeper into the girl's rectum. His hands continued playing with her enlarged nipples, squeezing them making them hurt even more, while the vibrating dildo suctioned into her cunt continued building the impossible pressure even higher. Soon she would come... if she didn't burst. The horrible agonies matched the building delights, and her mind was unable to distinguish between lascivious thrills and agonizing pain. Her arms twisted again and again, causing the thick rope around her wrist to bite into her flesh. The pain was too much to bear, yet it wasn't enough.
Brandt pumped faster and faster, and Rachel suddenly felt a searing sensation shoot through her rectum. It was so powerful, she was unable to control herself.
"GGGGAAAANNNGGGGHHHHH!!!"
She was coming. She was having an anal orgasm, and it was no less powerful than the vaginal climaxes she had enjoyed or even the oral crisis that had thrilled her. Her entire body was a single orgasmic unit, capable of attaining satisfaction no matter where it was entered, provided the right nerve-endings were massaged for a long-enough period of time.
Still stroking into her ass, Brandt gasped, "I see you haff climaxed. Ja! This confirms once and for all my feelings about your masochism. So now, it is my turn. But not in your ass. Nein!"
He tugged his throbbing prick from her anal chamber, slid from between her legs, then came up on her right side until his cock was even with her face. Then he grabbed her by the hair, pulling hard, making her gasp, as he said, "The urge to suck is a natural instinct. We are born with it. So now you will start to suck my cock which I haff just taken from your ass. You love to suck, don't you."
Rachel wanted to shake her head and deny it, but she was still enjoying the effects of her orgasm. She was unable to move her head in denial as it hung down and back. Brandt, who had been standing at her right side, now moved around behind her, and she was able to see the piddling penis upside down as her head hung back. She found her mouth watering, aching to taste it, though she was unable to understand this urge of hers. Here her womb pressed against her bladder, and she was certain her body would explode at any moment, yet she had to suck that cock. She had no reasonable explanation for her feelings, but she knew she had to do it. The small spike smacked her face. First one cheek then the other. It hit her again and again, and the mucous-like ointment dripping from it washed her cheeks and nose as well as her chin. Rachel wondered just how sick she was.
"Come now, little bitch," Brandt told her. "I vant for you to taste my cock. Though I do not care whether or not you wish to put it in your mouth, somehow I haff the feeling that is precisely what you want, as well. The other women never want to do it, and I haff to start cutting off their tits before they finally open their mouths. But with you it will be different. I can see this. You will suck my cock, not merely because you are afraid of me, but because you wish to do it, even though it has already been deep in your ass."
The girl opened her mouth wide. Her tongue leaped out and came into contact with the rounded knob of small length. It was hot and slippery, and tasted rank, yet it was part of a man, and because of that, the young girl was hungry for it. She wanted to suck it, to eat it, to swallow it down her throat though she knew the last was impossible. It, the cock, was much too short. Rachel shivered, thrilling to the throb of raw lust emanating from it. A gulp came from deep down in her throat as her body felt the heated water and lubricant in her cunt continuing to expand and build even more pressure within. He moved his body closer, letting her suck in more of the tiny penis, and she licked away at his sweaty, doughy balls as the cock rubbed against her chin and throat, leaving a residue of lubrication there, as well. The hairs matting his scrotum were almost as thick as the hedge on his pubis, and she was able to smell the strong, powerful, sweaty stench coming from them. Her tongue bathed the tiny spheroid objects in the leathery sac of his balls, circling the base of the tiny tower of shuddering prick before working its way back up to the red. oil-soaked tip.
Brandt snarled, saying, "You do enjoy this, you bitch. You love to be degraded. Where other people feel ashamed and terrible, you enjoy what is happening to you."
He cupped her cheeks between both palms, tilting her head back even more as he poked his tiny wang ever deeper down her throat. The girl sucked avidly pulling on the penile point with her lips. Smelly as the throbbing wang was, Rachel wanted to suck every last little bit of it into her mouth. The orgasm she had enjoyed when Brandt had fucked her ass was wearing off, and the sensations she was feeling were overpowering. She wished the penis were larger, but was content, for the moment. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes rolled wildly, basically because of the continually mounting pressure still building in her womb and vagina. Rachel's cheeks were sucked in, and her eyes, staring upside-down at Brandt's groin, rolled wildly in her head as she felt the skinny pole scrape her palate and throb against her tongue. The hard sponginess of the slender wang had a sickly sweet taste to it overlaid with the natural musk being emitted from his groin. The smell this close was almost vomitous.
And the girl sucked wildly, feeling the strangest thrill. There was something about the shape of a penis, long or short, fat or thin, broad or narrow, that was absolutely wonderful. She was unable to help herself as her lips pulled on the hard prick much like that of a calf tugging at its mother's udder.
The pressure in her womb was building to the point where Rachel knew her flesh would shortly burst. Her entire body trembled and shook with horror and delight, feeling thrilled at the knowledge that even this horrible man was able to do with her as he wished. It added a zest to everything. He was a total, unthinking animal at this point, thrusting his penis back and forth in her mouth, slamming it in with all his energy. The pounding made her aware the viselike screws holding her asscheeks apart were still in place, causing more and more pain as they dug into her assflesh. She was hurting all over, but the more pain she felt, the more desire she felt. The idea that she either gave Brandt what he wanted, or she died, seemed to titillate her rather than frighten her.
"Ja! Ja! Ja!" Brandt shouted. "Suck! Suck with that filthy whore mouth of yours."
And she sucked. She sucked with all the strength in her tongue and lips, pulling, gripping, even chewing enhancing the sensations building inside Brandt. The corporal grunted and shuddered as he moved his pulsing penis back and forth between her lips, thrilling to the way her tongue made him wriggle. Sometimes he would plunge in as far as possible, and Rachel would hope to feel the head press into her gullet and touch the nerve-endings within, thereby making her reach another orgasmic peak. At other times, he pushed his penis only half-way in, letting her tongue wrap itself around the head and hold onto it for a brief instant before allowing it to once again retreat.
A feeling of total excitement gripped Rachel. She ached to literally bite off the tiny stiffness protruding from between Brandt's thighs, and then chew it all up and swallow it. All her willpower went into preventing her from biting down hard.
Brandt began swearing in German in a guttural monotone, his precise voice taut with licentious delight as he plunged his tiny shaft repeatedly in and out of the girl's mouth. He stared at her chin and her neck as her head dangled upside-down, and had to admit he loved seeing a woman suck him while in this position. He was able to see her throat wiggle as she swallowed the sticky juices his penis emitted, and he enjoyed watching her breasts bulge because of the way the tubing cut off her blood circulation. Realizing Von Teich might come to think something was wrong if he found his mistress with bloodless paps dangling from her body, Brandt leaned forward and down and reluctantly removed the tubing, letting the blood circulate normally in her tits.
Rachel felt the fuzzy, stinging sensation in her breasts as blood flowed through the vessels in them, waking up feeling in her nipples again, Brandt's fingers were squeezing, rubbing, and tugging her nipples, increasing the circulation, and the fuzziness in her boobs turned to pain. Blood flowing into the previously constricted flesh was agonizing for the moment. But the color of her breasts below her aureoles, where circulation had been cut off, which had been about to turn from white to blue, now slowly had a purpling, then a reddening as the blood once again flowed into her. But it was painful, very painful, and the girl cried and whimpered with the agony, because this kind of pain did nothing to enhance her sexual feelings. Even so, her lips remained tightly clamped around Brandt's penis, automatically sucking and pulling with all her oral labial strength.
Rachel realized Brandt was somewhat afraid of killing her. It was a known fact in the camp that Von Teich had never before found anyone to satisfy him so completely. It wasn't that he cared about Rachel as a person. Nor was he falling in love with her since a Nazi was incapable of falling in love. But she was his, Von Teich's, personal possession; and even if she was merely a prisoner, eventually doomed for extermination, she gave Von Teich so much pleasure, that should he discover Brandt, or anyone else robbing him of his possession, he would fly into a maniacal rage and do worse things to whomever robbed him of Rachel than was being done to the prisoners.
In and out, in and out the penis continued sawing through her lips as circulation continued returning to her breasts and the pain began slowly lessening. As It lessened, fiery pinpricks of eroticism, already floating through much of Rachel's body, began shooting into her breasts, and her nipples stood up more proudly than ever. The fire in her breasts circulated through the rest of her, reaching into her mouth, setting it on fire, as well. Her fists opened and closed with the ropes still tightly bound about her wrists, and she swayed from side-to-side as she continued sucking Brandt's puny cock. Her nose wrinkled at the stinking odor coming from his hairy body, but Brandt continued cramming his cock in and out of her mouth.. His thighs were on either side of her face now as he pushed his throbbing schvonce deeper into her mouth, letting her upper lip and palate massage his scrotum as well. Now, with his balls shoving into her mouth, the point of his throbbing dick was barely able to reach into her gullet, just managing to touch the nerve-endings in her esophagus, enhancing the tingling delight that much more for Rachel. Yes, yes, she was going to have another orgasm, this one emanating from her gullet, if only Brandt continued sinking his prick and balls into her mouth.
Brandt had hoped to strangle her a little with his cock-head, little realizing how much the girl thrived on feeling a penile point achieve such depth. So he slammed in again and again, trying to reach ever deeper into her hungering throat with his puny length, and succeeding because he now had all his scrotum jammed into Rachel's mouth, feeling her tongue and palate wash over the hairy, wrinkly flesh.
Rachel thrilled to have all his balls in her mouth. It was a new, distinct enjoyment as her tongue licked the hairy, prune-like flesh again and again, and then her lips completely closed around the shuddering little sac, pulling his tiny, skinny cock into the seething back of her gullet. She ached to gag on it, but the penis wasn't thick enough. Yet it did manage to massage those important nerve-endings in her pharynx.
Sharp, guttural explosive sounds were coming from Brandt. At first, Rachel didn't hear them, what with the way his thighs were tightly clamped around her ears. Too, the blood had rushed to her head, and all she heard was a loud roaring. Brandt pushed his groin relentlessly lower, even though he was forcing Rachel's head so far back, her neck threatened to snap. His thick, wiry pubic hair brushed her chin and throat and lower lip, tickling, teasing, and stifling her as his own perineum crammed itself against her nose.
AAAAACCCCHHH... HHHHHUUUURRRRGGG-HHHHH!!!" Brandt screamed and Rachel tasted the thin gruel he ejaculated from his throbbing penis. Gouts and gouts of the thin liquid flooded her throat, pouring into her belly as she swallowed hurriedly. She even choked, there was so much fluid, and had she been able, she would have turned her head away. But Brandt's thighs had a firm grip on her cheeks and temples, and continued keeping her face in its position as he pushed his penis into her throat one more time before it began shrinking. But that one time was enough, and Rachel screamed, "YYYAARRRGGGHHH... GGGAAAAGGGGHHHH..." with her mouth blocked and her throat crammed full of vibrating testicle meat. The pressure in her mouth began decreasing as the already tiny phallus shrunk that much more, shriveling to near-nothingness.
When Rachel attempted to tug her head back and let his balls fall from her mouth, Brandt pressed a thumb on her throat, and said, "Nein, fraulein, nein!" And even though his penis did slide out of her mouth, ropey blasts of thin semen were sprayed all over Rachel's face, inflaming her, making her shudder and shiver as she ached to swallow the fluid, feeling it splash on her neck, throat, and cheeks.
"Now," Brandt ordered, "use the tongue to clean my groin. Lick until there is no residue left."
White, thin semen covered the head of his red-pointed cock, and droplets even fell into Rachel's hair as well as on her forehead. One drop barely missed falling into her left eye.
Rachel did as she was told, extending her tongue and licking everywhere, completely cleaning his groin, penis, and balls.
"Excellent!" Brandt muttered, stepping away from her, going around to her vagina, and placing a bucket under her. Then he released the dildo, and all the heavy water and lubrication threatening to burst her body came rushing out and falling into the bucket.
Eventually, Brandt undid the girl's buttocks, wrists and ankles, and as she nakedly lay on the bed, exhausted, he slowly dressed and staggered out of the room, carrying the bucket. Rachel fell asleep.
Some hours later, when she awoke and dressed, she learned from another guard that Corporal Howard Brandt had suddenly died of a heart attack. Knowing she was responsible for it made Rachel feel good, very good.
Chapter Five
Had Hauptmann Von Teich returned, as promised, things might have been better for Rachel. However, on his returning to the death camp, his car rolled over a land mine, and the Nazi captain was scattered into quite a few pieces; some small and some large.
The third Reich was fast running out of officers, what with those not being sent to the Russian front being wiped out by Hitler, himself, thinking almost everyone was in on the attack that should have taken his life. And so, to the death camp came Roberta Kappelmann, a woman with blonde hair and deathly grey eyes who was no less sadistic than her predecessors. She had crooked teeth, but a straight, short, Aryan nose, and straw-colored hair. Her chin was small and weak, and like everyone with an inferiority complex who has been given excessive power, Roberta, or Bobbi as she was unaffectionately known, fought to overcome what she believed she had to be inferior about by conducting the usual reign of terror.
On seeing Rachel, a glittering shine lit up her dead eyes. Bobbi was a lesbian, and always enjoyed comparing her body to that of other women. However, Bobbi believed in rule by absolute fear, and she knew Rachel, who had been used and certainly abused by Von Teich, might not agree to be fondled by a woman. Fear had to be infused in the girl. so the first thing she did was send Rachel back to the lager, or barracks, from which she had come.
More than half the women Rachel had come to know in the six weeks she had spent in the barracks had already been gassed and cremated. The other half took what little pleasure there was in tearing half her hair out of her head and scratching her.
That afternoon, when the women were lined up, Rachel among them, and the soldiers marched in, Rachel heard her own name included in the selection. All her efforts had been for nothing. All the struggling, the offerings of her body... all had been useless. She was going to die anyway.
She was led to a line of women who marched, single file, toward the large brick buildings with the chimneys that belched smoke. The ashes seemed even heavier as they poured down on her, that day, and she heard the sobbing and walling of the women with whom she was marching. Tightlipped, the girl clamped her teeth together. The Nazi scum might rob her of her life, but what little dignity she had left was hers. She would neither cry out nor whimper or beg. Many of the women who had attacked her for using her body to fight for her life, now marched in line with her. Most of them had stick-thin arms and bellies bloated with air. Their faces were merely skin-casings over skulls.
"Inside!" the commander of the squadron ordered, and the women walked into one of the buildings. Straight ahead was a huge, open door.
"You are all going to be cleansed," the commander told them. "Nice, clean showers, so you can wash the dirt and the lice from your bodies." And he laughed harshly. The women knew all about the shower rooms. Word had filtered back right at the beginning. They knew now, there was no hope.
They were ordered to disrobe outside, leaving their filthy grey robes on the stone floor. They did so, Rachel with all the others. She was the only female there who still looked human, much less good. Naked, feeling icy terror shiver through her entire body, Rachel entered the huge chamber with all the other women. It was stone all around, with showerheads in the ceiling. But there were no drains in the floor. Somehow she managed to move to a corner and huddled there by herself, listening to the screaming and the crying of everyone around her. They wept loudly, clinging to one another, begging, yelling, some even urinating where they stood.
The large iron door clanged shut, and there was darkness. How considerate of the Nazis to keep them from seeing each other die. The screams continued for awhile, then subsided into whimpers, and finally there were only a few muffled sobs as they waited.
Rachel listened, and then there was a hiss. The women began screaming again, and Rachel, accepting the fact that she was dead, stood there completely silent.
And then the noise stopped. A ceiling light went on, and suddenly water began cascading from the showerheads. It was filthy water, brackish and black, and it splashed all over the women. For a moment they were terrified again, screaming, afraid some kind of acid or poison liquid was being rained on them. When they realized it was water from the latrine, they screamed again, but this time with laughter. It wasn't gas. They weren't being killed... at least not yet.
Water was up to her knees as Rachel stood there, refusing to smile. Nothing had happened, yet. She wanted out of there before daring to feel any kind of hope. She knew the Nazis too well. They might still gas them, or even drown them in this turd-filled water.
A loud thunk sounded, and then the huge metal door was swinging open. The women went screaming out, running insanely, more than happy to be prodded into a line to be marched back to their lager.
Rachel was the last one to walk out. She looked at the man by the door, and said, "What happened?"
"We haff been out of gas for nearly a week," the man told her, a wicked smiled playing on his lips. "But we put the women in here, anyway. Then we let them out for a moment, and they think they will not die."
"They think?" Rachel asked.
"You are Rachel Kisselborg?" the man asked.
"That's right," Rachel nodded.
"Ja! From the look of you, you had to be her. I haff special orders concerning you. You are not to go with the other women."
"Where are they going?" Rachel asked.
"You may see for yourself," the soldier told her.
She watched and ?aw the women were not being led back to the lager. Rather their hands were being tied, and then they were marched directly into the crematorium, and there, each was bodily thrown into the roaring flames of the massive ovens while she was still alive. The horrendous shrieks were sounds Rachel would hear for many, many years to come.
"They scream for a short time," the soldier told her. "But the flames soon cut them off. It is a shame that we are running out of fuel for the ovens, soon we will be digging pits out in back and cremating the Jews by pouring gasoline all over them and roasting them alive in the pits. Still, they will burn for a long time and keep the camp warm this winter."
Rachel didn't bother to reply. The man, like all of his breed, was sick. There was no reasoning with a Nazi. Rachel realized the only way to handle them was to totally wipe them out. They were the breed in need of extermination. Yes, rather than come to understand that what the Nazis were doing was unconscionable, Rachel became more prejudiced than ever against them. In her mind, all Germans were Nazis. None of them must ever be forgiven. They had to be wiped out, along with all the others Rachel had come to hate. Before the Nazis had come to her Czech village, the Russians had marched in. They were no better. It was rumored the Russians were closer to Auschwitz than any of the other allies. And if they were the ones to "liberate" the camp, Rachel knew the Jews were just as dead.
Chapter Six
"So," Bobbi Kappelmann said, walking around the naked Rachel who had been once again bathed and cleansed, and then brought to the female commandant's quarters. They were the same quarters Von Teich had occupied. "You haff learned what will happen to you if I am not obeyed instantly, ja?"
"Yea," Rachel nodded glumly, looking at the young woman. She realized Bobbi could not be that much older than herself.
The female commandant was wearing a brown satin robe, and nothing else. Rachel saw the robe was more than a little open, and Bobbi had small, but firm, pink-nippled breasts that stood out and up. Her pubic hair had been shaven, revealing the pouting pink lips of her already leaking pussy.
"My pleasures," Bobbi told her, "will sometimes be derived from the enjoyment of your body. At other times they will be derived from watching you with a man. But at the moment, I want you to watch what will happen to you if you do not do as I tell you. Gasoline and death are much too easy. Come with me."
The two women walked into the next room, and there, lying on a couch, was a young girl with auburn hair. She couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen, herself. Her body was still full and round, which meant she had only recently arrived at Auschwitz.
"Rachel," Bobbi said, pointing at the girl, "that is Devorah, of Devvi, as the people with her called her. She is a defiant Jewess who has dared me to do my worst, thinking to meet the simple release of death."
Rachel stared at the girl called Devvi; Her body was still somewhat healthy, with a pink tinge to it. Her breasts were full and the lips of her soft cunt were full and pouting. She had thick calves and trim ankles, and would have been a prize for any man to try and win. But Devvi wasn't going to be won by a suitor in the usual sense. Rachel knew Bobbi had slated Devvi to be wooed by death.
The room itself, was bare except for the couch on which the girl was lying, her arms strapped to the legs. There were wires running in a straight line above the couch from one end of the room to the other.
"Butcher," Devvi yelled in Polish. "You can do your worst."
"I will, I will," Bobbi assured her. "You see, others would torture you until you would welcome death as a release. What I haff planned for you is for you to welcome torture. Ja! I will make you love your torture, and then you will kill yourself with it from the sheer pleasure of it all."
"You are a Nazi bitch who will suffer all the agonies of Gehenna after you have died," Devvi screamed.
''I am not worried about what happens to me after I die," Bobbi laughed. "I live each day as it comes."
Two men entered the room, and with them was a huge German shepherd.
"Even if you make the dog fornicate with me I will not give you the pleasure of hearing me scream," Devvi snapped.
"I would not waste the shepherd's sperm on you." Bobbi laughed. "Nein! I haff had the dog brought here to warm you up. Believe me, the dog is kind compared to Bruno and Heinrich." Bruno, on the left, was five feet eleven-inches tall, with closely cropped hair and a flattened face. He was fat, but heavily muscled under the layers of fat. Heinrich was his physical twin, but with a long scar on his left cheek, and longer, blond hair. "And you," Bobbi said to Rachel, "will watch it all. Not once will you turn your face away, "do you understand?"
"Yes," Rachel said, nodding.
"You," Devvi said to Rachel. "I forgive you for looking. "I know you are a slave to this evil bitch's demands."
"Do not answer her," Bobbi insisted. "She is already a dead woman."
"Raus!" Bruno snapped at the dog.
It immediately moved around to the front of the couch, to where the bound girl's dangling legs were tied wide apart.
"The dog is well-trained," Bobbi told Rachel. "It knows what it must do."
Rachel stood there, her entire body tense, her heart crying out for the poor girl, knowing it might just as easily be her on the couch, tied down and helpless. Devvi was already paralyzed with fear despite her former bravado. The gleam in Bobbi's eyes told Rachel just how much she was enjoying it all. Rachel was unable to understand how it was possible for one woman to see another woman tortured and enjoy it. Surely Bobbi, like herself, must identify with the poor girl. Seeing Devvi lying there, defenseless, naked, and helpless under the slavering jaws of the monstrous dog sent new, unexpected shivers coursing through her. But they were shivers of a strange, fevered excitement. She felt the strange chills shoot maddeningly through her and she began trembling, unexpectedly.
"Since you are to be my personal plaything," Bobbi told Rachel, "I want you watching all this without turning away. You need some courage. Drink this." And she pressed a glass into Rachel's hand.
Rachel swallowed it gladly, feeling the chill hit her stomach, and then a strange, almost paralyzing warmth began permeating her being, traveling through her body. Little by little Rachel began losing the sense of horror as to what was happening. She noticed Bobbi still wore her robe, though her own body, like that of the girl on the couch, was totally naked. And she didn't resist when Bobbi cupped one of her full breasts and began tweaking the nipple, hard. She wanted to resist, but somehow Rachel was unable to muster the will to fight back as the warmth continued running through her body. Her hard nipple was helplessly trapped between Bobbi's thumb and forefinger, and the female commandant was squeezing harder and harder. But the harder Bobbi squeezed, the more Rachel wanted her to squeeze. She was enjoying it immensely, staring at the helpless look on the face of the auburn-haired girl bound to the couch. She writhed and squirmed, feeling seepage between her thighs, realizing her vagina was starting to leak as she became aroused. Rachel gasped as she felt the throbbing lips of her wet cunt shudder with tiny electric waves. Her clitoris had swollen to its full size and was being massaged by her vaginal lips, sliding back and forth over the fleshy pellet.
Rachel watched what was happening on the couch, and listened to the sigh from Bobbi, beside her, who seemed to be having a minor orgasm of her own merely anticipating what was about to take place.
"Inject her," Bobbi said to one of the men, and Heinrich walked over to where Devvi lay. A large hypodermic needle was in his hands. It hadn't been visible, before. He stabbed the needle roughly into Devvi's left arm, and pumped the fluid in the syringe into her. Devvi's teeth remained clenched. The girl refused to give Bobbi the satisfaction of crying out because of the pain.
Now the giant dog, on command, lowered its head between the auburn-haired girl's spread thighs. His tongue, already lolling out, began licking the tender ribbons of pink flesh that showed, all the way from the tight, puckered anal orifice, up through the dripping coral slices to the clitoris. At first Devvie struggled in the hope of breaking free, as if trying to escape, but the ropes around her wrists and ankles held her securely. The dog's long. flat tongue slashed between the pink labia repeatedly, relentlessly flicking at the nubile flesh. Occasionally the tongue would curl into the bubbling hole between the rich labia, working deeper and deeper, making Devvie squirm. Her naked, writhing cunt tightened each time the tongue slithered into it, and Rachel realized the girl was enjoying it. In fact, Devvi's entire body was covered with goose pimples as the dog's oral contact became stronger and stronger.
As the minutes passed, Rachel saw a great change come over Devvi. The girl was writhing and bucking and gasping with total delight.
"You see," Bobbi, the commandant, said. "The simple injection of the right chemical makes her so aroused, she would push anything into herself." To Bruno, she called out, "Untie her arms, but not her legs."
Bruno did as he was instructed, and Devvi's hands reached down and grabbed the German Shepherd by the ears, tugging his hungry maw more tightly against her seething muff. Her buttocks rose and fell in time to the way the dog's tongue swiped through it. And then Devvie was tugging the dog's long nose into her vulva, trying to stretch her thighs wider apart as she stared at the ceiling, gasping.
"Do you know what this is?" Bobbi asked Rachel, taking a dildo from the pocket of her robe.
"Yes," Rachel nodded.
"This is about to be used on the young girl," Bobbi explained. "It is broad, it is thick, and for a little while she would feel some pain... until her tight cunt stretched enough to take it. So we haff to add some inducement to it."
"Inducement?" Rachel asked.
"Inducement for additional pain," Bobbi explained. "She is so aroused, the worst kind of agony will affect her in no way. So she must have agony. She must be fucked to death."
As Rachel watched, Bobbi withdrew a sheet of sandpaper from the other pocket in her robe and wrapped it around the dildo. The paper had been made to fit the dildo perfectly, and tucked into little slots and remained firmly wrapped around the length of the dildo.
"Heinrich," Bobbi called, and when the blond-haired man turned toward Bobbi, she handed him the sandpaper-covered dildo. "Use this!" Bobbi insisted.
Hienrich had a cock that was neither too long nor too short, and it fitted inside the hollow dildo as he strapped it onto himself. Going to where the dog still buried his face between Devvi's thighs, he yelled, "Achtung!" and the dog immediately backed away, licking its chops.
Devvi, who had been in a euphoric state because of the injection and the tongue of the dog, now opened her eyes and saw Heinrich approaching her. She also saw the big artificial penis, and at first she was more than willing to welcome it into her. Though she was a virgin the girl was so erotically off-balance, she wanted anything that would touch her tender genital area.
Rachel stared as Heinrich pushed Devvi's thighs farther apart, pressing on the insides of her loins with his hands. Now on the couch on his knees, Heinrich pushed forward carefully guiding the penis toward the wide-open pink orifice. Slowly, deliberately, the sand-papered rod pushed between her tender cuntlips.
That was when Devvi realized what was happening. She tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes and shuddering, beating at the head and chest of the man as she began screaming.
"Yaaaaaagggghhhh... no... no... no... not this... not this..."
"Ja!" Bobbi snapped from where she was standing, her hand still gripping Rachel's breast, her thumb and forefinger feeling the nubbin tightly, squeezing, pulling tugging, hurting. "Ja! Not only this, but more. And with all this, you will love it. You will love it and beg him to continue even when he is tired. And when he can no longer keep up with you, and he unstraps the dildo, you will continued working it in and out of you, shredding your interior to pieces, ripping the flesh, making yourself bleed to death. Ja! Torture, pure torture, and you will love every last second of it as you help to end your own life, reveling in the agony."
Heinrich pushed forward, ramming more of the abrasive dildo into the woman's tender cunt, flexing his buttocks and shoving hard... shoving... shoving... shoving until he had pushed half the length of the weapon into the vagina. When he encountered her hymen, he continued pushing, and this only intensified the pain for Devvi. She screamed again, her shriek even making the dog jump and bark. Her thighs were split so far apart, she thought her tendons would tear as the pressure became unbearable.
"Yaaannnnggghhhh!" she screamed.
Her legs tried moving, but they were tied.
"This is part of the enjoyment," Bobbi told Rachel, moving her hand to Rachel's other breast. "See how she aches to throw her legs around, but cannot because they are tied down. And though her hands are untied, there is not much she can do with them, either. Her fists are ineffective against Heinrich who was a prize fighter in his youth and has taken punches from people much stronger than she."
Rachel continued to stare, and she ought to have been terrified. At the moment, all she was able to see was an artificial penis, with sandpaper coating it, thrust halfway into the void between Devvi's thighs. The sight set her on fire. She wanted to fuck and be fucked. She ached to have a hard cock rammed to the hilt in her own body.
Devvi screamed as the raspy penis cut into her tender flesh, tearing her membranes to shreds. Hot fluid began flooding her interior, and she knew it was blood. The blood came seeping out, staining the white sheet covering the couch on which she lay, and Rachel, seeing the blood, knew she should be sick. But she wasn't. She was aroused all the more, and knew Bobbi had given her something very potent to drink to make her feel this way.
"She reacts well," Bruno, who was standing nearby said.
"Ja, ja!" Heinrich laughed with glee. "Wait until I haff pushed my cock all the way in."
"Does she like it?" Bruno laughed.
"She loves it, don't you, liebchen," Heinrich said, himself laughing as he thrust another inch of sandpaper-covered dildo into her.
Devvi's only reply was another loud shriek as she writhed in mortal agony. And even as she twisted, the heat of lust also worked its way through her. She knew it was caused by the injection, but the very power of it was overriding the agony of torn flesh in her vagina.
Falling forward, with his hands on either side of the girl's head, Heinrich flexed his buttocks then drove forward as hard as possible. His thick, steel-solid dildo with the sandpaper-covered shaft rode unmercifully into her as his face twisted with a raw grimace of ugliness, the debauched sight of a helpless female under him thrilling him. He was only sorry he was unable to feel his own cock bathed in the wetness seeping from the female Jew's hot cunt.
Devvi screamed again, pain and humiliation filling her as her inner vagina was torn to shreds by the plunging cock now ripping its way back and forth, tearing her to pulp. Blood flowed freely as Heinrich stared into the girl's face with an evil leer splitting his own face. Devvi knew any movement on her part would only make things worse. That she was suffering unbelievable agony was bad enough, but the fact that the erotic thrills inside her were building to new heights, trying to make her forget her agony and enjoy the evil taking place inside her was even worse. She almost wanted to feel more, even with the knowledge it would bring about her own death. And then Heinrich, at Bobbi's orders, was cutting the ropes holding her ankles and reaching under her, lifting her buttocks higher. He grasped a curving asscheek in each hand, squeezing the full, rounded globes, pinching them black and blue. But the pain thrilled her, and as he began pumping into her repeatedly, totally lacerating her interior flesh, making the blood literally flow from her vagina, the young girl felt hotter and hotter, the desire in her building higher and higher. Her tears continued to flow because of the shame, humiliation, and agony she was being caused, but inside, she was aching to feel more... more... more. There was no stopping him as he continued his vile rape of her shredded cunt.
Sweat broke out on both their foreheads as Heinrich lay on top of her with his full weight, still pounding his throbbing dork in and out of her steaming, bloody, pulpy pussy. To Devvi there was no feeling save the throbbing in her vagina. The pain was still there, but her mind refused to feel it. All she knew was the strange blend of electrical thrills charging through her as the penis, covered by the sandpapered dildo, continued thrusting in and out of her body
As Rachel watched, Bruno handed something to Heinrich. The latter held his hand up and Rachel watched him slip on something long and sharp over his forefinger. Then he reached down and began feeling around, reaching between Devvl's tightly pulled-together asscheeks. He probed, and Devvi squirmed trying to fight it. But Devvi realized she had become an inhuman mass of throbbing lust, aching for any kind of feeling. She felt the tearing pressure of the moving dildo as it continued rasping away inside her ravaged belly. The man was grinding sadistically into her with a wave of savage delight dancing all over his savagely twisted face.
Devvi's gasps had become one long, low continuous wall of desire, filling the small room like a siren. She knew her interior was hamburger, yet, unable to help herself she ached to feel more and more. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she wept for herself, knowing she was doomed. It was bad enough to die in agony, but to actually want more of that agony before being permitted to die was too cruel, too inhuman. She tried blaming herself for her feelings, but deep down she knew she wasn't responsible. It was the fault of Roberta, Bobbi, the female commandant of this section of Auschwitz.
"Now stop!" Bobbi commanded, and Heinrich immediately stopped. "Untie the dildo and withdraw from it leaving it inside her," Bobbi ordered, and Heinrich did exactly that.
"Won't she die if she doesn't have medical attention?" Rachel asked, her mind in an erotic fog.
"Of course," Bobbie smiled. "If you wish to remove the dildo from her, do so. I will even see to it she has medical attention."
But long before Rachel was able to move forward, Devvi smiled licentiously, then reached down with her hands and began pumping the dildo back and forth inside herself. She screamed with a mixture of joy and agony, jumping up and down, digging her now-unbound heels into the table for leverage as she pumped her body up and down, up and down, thrusting the terrifying instrument into herself again and again. Each time she pulled the dildo out, she let it tear against her clitoris, and the sensation was a shudderingly horrible thrill that made her ache for even more. Nerve-endings deep inside her flesh were totally exposed, while other nerves were torn and ripped apart.
"No more!" Rachel shrieked, hating herself for having enjoyed watching any of it. "Why are you showing all this to me?"
"This is to let you know just a little of what will happen to you should you decide not to please me," Bobbi told her.
"I'll do anything... anything," Rachel cried. "Oh God! That's horrible."
"Why are you so concerned with her?" Bobbi asked. "She is only a Jew, an inferior being. She and all her kind must be done away with."
"You people thought I was Jewish when I first came here," Rachel sobbed.
"True, but Hauptmann Von Teich ordered a more thorough check and discovered you were not Jewish. Naturally, now that you are here, we cannot let you go, just like that."
"My parents," Rachel asked, "What about my parents?"
"The fortunes of war, my dear," Bobbi told her. "They were exterminated two weeks ago, just before we found out they were not Jewish. However, do not think of them. You haff me as your protectress."
"And the girl?" Rachel asked, pointing at Devvi who was still thrusting the sandpapered penis in and out of whatever little was left of her vagina.
"Do not concern yourself with her. She is a Jew and she will bleed to death, but see how she will die happily."
"Don't do this," Rachel begged. "Let her live."
"Ach! So you have pity on the pig of a Jewess. Bruno, use the special salve on her cunt."
Bruno walked over to Devvi, tugged the dildo out of her hands, yanked it out of her cunt, and threw the blood-covered instrument into a corner. He went into another room, and a minute later was back with what looked like a trowel and a grayish, sticky substance.
Against Devvi's objections, he began troweling in the grayish substance, filling her vagina with it. Then he dragged the girl out of the room.
"See," Bobbi smirked. "We have put a salve in her cunt. Now she will not feel pain any longer. We go now to my room? where you and I shall play games together. I know some nice games I will haff to teach you."
"Yes, yes, of course," Rachel agreed, nodding, feeling the heat in her body well up to even higher proportions.
Chapter Seven
"I do not believe in making love where men have been," Bobbi told Rachel.
Instead of leading Rachel back to the bedroom where Rachel had sported with both, Von Teich and Brandt, the female commandant took the girl through the room they were standing in to a door across the way.
"What is this?" Rachel asked, as they passed through the door.
"This is one of the many storehouses in Auschwitz," Bobbi replied. "Here we keep the food for the officers. Since all the others are men, I haff no objection to possibly flavoring their foods with our natural juices. This place was prepared by me, ahead of time; not only as a place of lovemaking, but as a place to hide when the allied forces arrive."
Rachel heard herself whimper with lust as the blonde woman rubbed her palm against her ribcage. The fingers tickled their way up until once again, Bobbi was clutching one of the girl's breasts. The hot, soft, resilient touch of Bobbi's hand against the perfect, rounded fullness of Rachel's mammarial mound was indescribable in the mind of the young girl. Once again, she moaned aloud, her mind a rushing inferno of trapped, sensually aroused thoughts, though Rachel was aware the drink she had taken had much to do with the way she felt. But she didn't try to fight the stroking fingers of the female commandant. Light, feathery delicious caresses fluttered over her breasts as she looked around the storeroom. There were all kinds of ersatz coffee and tea piled high in bags, along with boxes of saccharin. Against one wall to her right, Rachel saw sacks of flour.
"What is it you want me to do?" Rachel asked.
"Today, I want you alone," Bobbi told the girl. "Tomorrow, I will be touched by one of the men while playing with you, but today I wish to fuck you, myself."
"But how..." Rachel wanted to know.
"With the dildo, of course," Bobbi replied.
"A dildo? You mean the one used on that poor girl..."
"Ach, nein!" Bobbi laughed. "For you I haff something special. I have it in the storeroom, here. But I shall not show it to you until the time arrives for me to fuck you. In the meantime, you know what it was the dog did to the girl with his mouth? Well, I shall want you to do the same thing to me. And at the same time I shall do the same thing to you. That, dear Rachel is how we shall begin."
Pictures formed in Rachel's head as she remembered seeing the German Shepherd tongue Devvi's pussy. She also remembered Von Teich and Howard Brandt doing the same thing to her. The idea of feeling a tongue against her vagina sounded heavenly, but that she should also do some pussy tasting was not something she was able to accept too readily.
"Dear God!" Rachel gasped, but even as she said it she knew the phrase was more a venting of her own mounting passions than shock at what the commandant had told her. Prior to today, she had never known the intimate touch of another female but having now felt it for the first time, she thrilled to the dripping seepage of uncontrolled passion water being secreted from the tiny gap between her pressed-together thighs. She felt the slippery fluid oozing down both loins, moistening the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The heated sensations at the base of her belly built ever higher as Bobbi's practiced hand continued playing with her, arousing her all the more.
Rachel stared down at the hand playing with her nipples, unable to believe the shocking sensations pouring through her. She felt completely at a loss for words, and she knew she was helplessly entrapped. She would do anything the commandant wanted. Yes, her life was still the most precious thing to her. After having seen what the sandpaper dildo had done to Devvi, Rachel was more than willing to obey the blonde woman's instructions.
"Come," Bobbi insisted, leading the girl to the piled-high sacks of flour. "There is a little place behind here where we can play, undisturbed. No one knows of it, since I put it all together, myself."
On the other side of the piled-high sacks, between the sacks and the wall, hidden in shadows, was what, at first glance looked like a table. But as she came closer, Rachel, saw the wheel on the side of the table and realized she was looking at an old-fashioned rack, like that which she had seen in some movies about the Teutonic knights who had invaded her country many hundreds of years before.
"You will lie down, here," Bobbi told her, motioning her to the table.
Rachel stared at Bobbi, wondering if the commandant intended torturing her, too. But Bobbi did not strap her to the table after Rachel had stretched out on it. On the contrary, she began stripping off her own clothing, actually her robe, and flung it to the side, giving Rachel her first unobstructed view of Bobbi's body. Even in the shadows, Bobbi's body was evident and clear to the girl. She saw the smooth, flowing curves of the woman's nakedness, and for the first time realized how much female there was in Bobbi, even if the latter fought to hide it. She had small, firm mounds of flesh with cherry-red tips on the end. Her waist was as slender as Rachel's, and her thighs were less full than Rachel's. Her belly was flat, and there was a darkening between her thighs where Rachel thought there was pubic hair. But a moment later Bobbi stripped off an-almost transparent pair of panties, and Rachel saw the woman had shaved her pubis. She had no body hair at all. Bobbi had long legs, and if they were a little thin, they still had a slightly rounded feminine shape to them.
"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked, shaking.
"According to Von Teich's file on you, you are a masochist," Bobbi replied. "I shall find out how much you love pain in a little while. For now, I wish to enjoy a little simple lesbianism... to warm you up so to speak... as the dog warmed up Devvi. Only I promise you what will happen to you will not be nearly as drastic.
In spite of all that had happened to her, Rachel found this latest turn of events almost impossible to believe. She was bewildered and her mind was spinning, but through it all she felt exhilarated and she knew it was because of what Bobbi had given her to drink. Wild sensations were tormenting her belly, and she had the strangest suspicion that Bobbi was feeling just as thrilled. The idea of being made love to by another female was both, exciting and revolting. She stared into the dull, lifeless eyes of the female commandant, and wondered just how far Bobbi was going to go.
Bobbi stared at Rachel mentally licking her chops. She loved playing with delectable female bodies touching a cunt was like touching her own vagina. Ja! This was a perfect female specimen, too. She was glad Von Tcich had kept the girl around. She would have much use for a female like this before eventually exterminating her. There was no question in Bobbi's mind that every female in her charge had to be annihilated, if only to prevent future identification of herself to the Allies, later.
Pushing all future thoughts from her mind, Bobbi bent over Rachel's naked form on the wooden rack Then she lowered herself next to the girl, immediately feeling the heat emanating from Rachel's body. It reached into her own body, making her hot torso even hotter as she felt the girl's supple curves against her own rounded contours. Her two hands were between their upper torsos, squeezing and pulling Rachel's breasts.
Rachel gasped at the initial contact, aroused and electrified by the caresses of the hands tugging on her full feminine mounds. Lecherously, the commandant pulled the young girl's nakedness close to her while she pressed her own tremulous curves against Rachel's shuddering body. She lowered her head, and Rachel, thrilling to the sensation of the woman's flesh against hers, raised her own head, lips parted. Their faces strained closer and closer, and then their mouths met. It was a soft union at first, something Rachel would never expected from a person as fierce as Bobbi Kappelmann. Each felt the warm, delineated imprint of the other's lips, and then the kiss became hotter and more avid.
Each of the two females sensed the confusion in the other hurriedly relaxing beneath the heated sensuality of their mounting lust, their soft, feminine, voluptuous curves heatedly rotating wildly. In mounting desire they rapidly began rubbing against one another all the more swiftly, their aroused fulcrums as anxious to connect as their lips.
Using her feet, Bobbi slipped a loop of rope over one of Rachel's ankles, and then the other. The loops were attached to the foot of the rack. Rachel felt the ropes being forced over her ankles as Bobbi's toes moved them. but made no move to resist. Once the loops were around her ankles, Rachel felt Bobbi tug on her knees, and the loops were pulled tight. Then, lying flatly on top of Rachel, Bobbi slipped the girl's wrists into the loops of rope attached to the rack's stretching mechanism.
"What are you going to do?" Rachel gasped with anxious desire.
"I am going to cause you delicious pain," Bobbi whispered, her breath hot in Rachel's face.
"Yes, yes," Rachel gasped. "Hurt me, hurt me. I love being hurt."
"Ja, ja, I know, liebchen," Bobbi whispered. "But for the moment, say nothing, speak nothing. I will do everything, and it will be exquisitely agonizing," she murmured, breathing Into Rachel's face, herself completely caught up in the salacity of the erotic pain she was about to deal out.
Leaping off Rachel's body for a moment, Bobbi went to the wheel on the side of the stretching table. She turned a knob, then began turning the wheel and Rachel felt her body being pulled. At first there was only the sensation of being stretched as much as possible, and was the slightest strain on the joints in her arms and thighs. That was where Bobbi locked the wheel, wanting to keep Rachel totally stretched out with just enough strain to make her feel discomfort, but without pulling her arms and legs from their sockets. Now she climbed back on the helpless girl and once again covered her mouth with her own, letting her pink tongue insinuate itself into Rachel's mouth, feeling Rachel immediately respond. Grabbing fingers anxiously caressed the rich pink tips of Rachel's breasts, making them swell into pellets of hardness. Restlessly, Bobbi brushed exploring fingers along Rachel's ribcage, sliding her fingers behind to squeeze and tug the undulating cheeks of Rachel's full buttocks.
Rachel felt her arms and thighs stretched to their uttermost. There was pain as the strain of the pulling on her arms and legs began to make itself known. She gasped, in a mesmeric state between thrills and torture, and as the strain and hurt increased, so did the thrilling delight of what was happening. Rachel no longer thought of Devvi or the dog or the two Huns who had helped to tear poor Devvi's cunt to shreds. All she thought about was the movement of Bobbi's fingers, now once again playing with her nipples, rolling them and teasing them as only a woman with sensitive nipples would know how to do. Her entire, infused body shuddered and shook at the prospect of more pain and lust. Bobbi was pushing a pillow under her rump, lifting it higher and higher. The arch of her body was exactly the opposite way it had been when Howard Brandt had tied her arms and ankles to one of the ceiling beams. Her breasts rose and fell with panting gasps as the strain became more and more telling. Her breasts stood straight up with their quivering nipples pointing at the ceiling, and then Rachel shuddered with anxious heat as she watched Bobbi's mouth slowly engulf her left breast with sucking lips and a flicking tongue. The strain in Rachel's elbows was beginning to tell. She writhed as Bobbi continued sucking her nipple, using the adder-like flicking of her tongue to send messages to her strained nerves. And all the while, Bobbi lay on top of Rachel, her weight adding to the pressure straining the girl's arms and legs.
Breathing heavily, Bobbie sucked and tongued the firm white mounds with their cherry crests, while her hot, tremulous cunt now pressed itself against that of the helplessly tormented girl. Again she pressed her impassioned lips to those of Rachel's and thrilled to the way the tortured girl responded. Her tongue stabbed into Rachel's mouth again and again, like a fiery dart. Gott! She found it difficult to believe anyone was able to respond so erotically under this kind of condition. Ach! It pleased her to know she was capable of torturing someone who was enjoying it as much as she. Intense flames of delicious nearness blistered through Bobbi's body. No wonder Von Teich had enjoyed the girl so much.
Rachel wanted to scream. The strain on her arms and legs was becoming more and more intense as Bobbi's hands trailed over the hills and hollows of her sweat-damp body. And when the fingers stroked her asscheeks and tickled her puckered anus, Rachel went mad with lust, writhing in such a way, she nearly dislocated her own arms.
And then Bobbi rose, walked over to a corner of the room, and took a new, different kind of dildo from the shadows.
"Now," the female commandant said, "I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you as no man has ever fucked you, and you shall see how marvelous it will feel."
Bobbi strapped on the dildo, came over to Rachel again, then slowly, carefully, deliberately climbed on top of the helplessly trapped girl. Rachel felt Bobbi rub against her, but the weight of the blonde woman's body was becoming intolerable, especially since her body was raised in the center, thereby causing her arms and legs to pull all the more.
"Now," Bobbi told her, "you will feel something entirely different and delicious."
The blonde woman pressed the point of the dildo to Rachel's seething cunt, and then pushed, slowly. Though her wet quim was still narrow and would always be narrow, Rachel felt the thick dildo slide right in, filling her. Its rubbery exterior felt much like a throbbing penis. The girl wondered what made this dildo any better than the one Howard Brandt had used on her. The answer came a moment later. Bobbi ran an insulated wire from the dildo to one of the lines overhead. It was one of the lines that ran into the other room, where Devvi had been maliciously raped and destroyed. Sparks began shooting through Rachel's pussy, and she screamed, terrified for a moment she was being electrocuted.
"Aaaaiiii..." she shouted, and Bobbi screamed with her, because she, too, felt the electricity shooting through the hairless flesh of her tender pubes.
Rachel writhed frenetically, feeling as if her arms and thighs were ready to be torn from her body while the electricity continued sparking through her. It was only after two minutes of this mad wiggling that Rachel realized the electricity wasn't cooking the interior of her cunt, even if it sent wild prickles reverberating through her like the waves following the striking of a loud gong. It was shocking, but it was thrilling. And Bobbi was stroking into her now, thrusting fast and hard, letting the electricity touch all her inner nerves. She shuddered and gasped for air as charge after charge of static made her want to scream again. But Bobbi's tongue was in her throat, clogging it, preventing her from shouting, keeping her from making any noises other than the hums of satisfaction she continued sensing. She sucked the blonde commandant's tongue repeatedly, biting it, chewing it, realizing Bobbi was as shockingly thrilled as she. But the older woman continued lancing the artificial penis into her, ploughing it in harder and harder, touching her cervix with each instroke, sending electrical thrills into her womb and up into her belly.
"You are a strongly erotic girl," Bobbi gasped, feeling the tingling shocks down to her toes. "I am certain you haff sucked the cocks of men."
"Ohhhhh yessssssssss..." Rachel hissed. "And I loved it, I loved it."
"Of course you did," Bobbi nodded. "That is as it should be, just as you will love sucking my pussy when the time comes. You are very fortunate in having experienced so much in so short a period of time young fraulein."
"Have you ever sucked a cock?" Rachel wanted to know.
"Nein! I will not allow myself to be degraded in such a manner," Bobbi insisted. "But now, with you, I almost wish I had. It must be marvelous, in a way, to enjoy every kind of degradation."
"It isssss..." Rachel gasped, feeling her arms almost pull away from her body as she humped her buttocks up to meet the electrical thrusts of the artificial penis lancing into her. She writhed and churned, feeling her thighs strain even more, and this pain made the thrills inside her build even higher.
"I want to watch you do that with a man," Bobbi grunted, pounding the electrified dildo into her with even harder thrusts. "Torture has become a way of life with me, but I want to see someone totally enjoy it, so tomorrow, when we get together, I will bring a man with a very long, thick cock, and watch him try to strangle you with it while you suck him. It will be a real treat to watch. I wonder, will he choke you to death before you make him shoot, and the penis shrink?"
"There isn't a man with a penis thick enough to choke me," Rachel insisted.
"We shall see, we shall see," Bobbi laughed, slamming her dildo into Rachel's tight crevice all the harder, pounding the electrical length of it against her rippling tissues. Sparks lit up the interior of her cunt as the hot electricity continued flowing through her delicate nerve-endings, causing a wonderful agony she had never dreamed possible.
"Tell me," Bobbi asked, "how do you stand the hot juice those penises squirt? Isn't it disgusting?"
"It tastes so wonderful," Rachel gasped, feeling as if her shoulders were about to tear away from her body. "It tastes like some kind of wonderful nectar, no matter who the man is attached to the cock. Even Brandt's sperm, thin as it was, had a delicious taste to it. Once you've tried it, you will never have another affair without wanting to drink it again."
Bobbi reached down and probed with her forefinger until she touched the entry to Rachel's rectum. The finger pushed a little, and as it began sliding past the tight, prune-like sphincter, entering the tighter, narrower cavern of Rachel's ass. it made her vaginal interior that much tighter, too. Little by little the finger pushed deeper, and the narrow tunnel of her vagina felt pressure as the finger in her rectum pressed. The electricity shooting through her cunt was sheer delight at this moment.
"Yaaaagggghhhhh!" Rachel screamed, feeling the heavy pressure make the electricity blister her interior all the more. She wondered if the sparks were cooking her. At this point, she was so elated with what she was feeling, she didn't care.
Her brain was flashing, and her mind was thrilled as Rachel pounded her body up from the table where she was stretched out. Bobbi was thrusting into her with all the power and verve of a man, and Rachel realized the blonde commandant was enjoying sensations of her own.
Bobbi felt the electricity shoot through her clitoris, and at one point wondered who was being tortured all the more; Rachel or herself. But it was such wunderbar torture.
Rachel writhed insanely as the finger worked even deeper into her rectum, filling her as completely as Brandt's cock. Only the pressure was making her vagina spark insanely, and she even smelled the burnt hairs on her pubis.
"I haff to taste you," Bobbi insisted. "Ja! I must see what it is like to eat your cunt."
"Have you eaten many?" Rachel asked.
"Nein!" Bobbi snapped. "I make all the Jewesses here eat my cunt before I haff them killed, but I haff never wished to eat one until now. You are truly to be honored."
Bobbi unstrapped the electric dildo from around her waist and pulled it slowly from Rachel's frothing interior. The shooting sparks had only intensified Rachel's feelings, and she had enjoyed three separate, minute orgasms. And then she shrieked as she suddenly felt the thick, shocking dildo being pushed into her rectum. Little by little it entered her, and sparks flew from her ass as she wildly writhed from side-to-side, almost pulling her arms out. The torture was unbearable. It was painfully agonizing.
Bobbi lowered her face, her mouth wide open, her eyes staring at the reddened gash of Rachel's shuddering nookie. A heavy dripping of colorless froth continued seeping from the hot, wet interior of the girl's vagina, and though no blood came out, it was obvious the tissues had been tormented as they seemed to have shrunk because of the dildo.
Taking a deep breath. Bobbi sank her face into the creaming cauldron of sudden lust. Her tongue stabbed straight in, filling the blistering hole, lapping at the oversensitive membranes.
Rachel squealed as the wet, slick tongue entered her, feeling even more electrified than she had felt when the dildo had started shocking her. Blasts of overpowering sensation shot through her body again and again. She writhed and almost felt her tendons tear the pressure from the rack was so over-powering.
Not content to merely suck, Bobbi reversed the position of her body with her face still deeply buried in Rachel's muff. Rachel was unable to help her because of her wrists being secured, but Bobbi didn't mind. She moved her lower half until she was certain her sloppy cuntlips were pressing against Rachel's face, and then she began rubbing the labia back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until Rachel's mouth hungrily opened and she slurped her tongue into the moving nest.
Lifting her face from Rachel's cunt for a moment, Bobbi gasped, "This is wonderful. This is marvelous. Ach! Who would haff ever believed eating another woman's cunt would be so good. Eat, liebchen, eat my cunt. Eat it while I eat yours."
Rachel slammed the entire length of her oral organ into Bobbi's seething pussy, letting her tongue swallow the entire swamp of fluid within. Bobbi's cunt, never having been probed by a cock, felt the slickness of Rachel's tongue, and tightly clung to the oral organ as it worked its way in and out.
The strain was becoming too much for Rachel's arms. There was a dull fuzziness in her legs as well, as numbness began setting in. Her fulcrum rose higher and higher to meet the thrusting tongue of the female commandant, while her head was pressed lower by the straining weight of Bobbi's crotch, jamming itself against the girl's wide-open lips. Agony poured through Rachel's body like water into a glass and sweat broke from all her pores as she sucked and licked and drank the viscous flow seeping from Bobbi's gash. It was as if wild horses were tearing her limbs, pulling on them, trying to rip them from her body. And with the pain there was more pleasure than Rachel had ever known in her entire life. She gasped, able to breathe a little through her nose now and again... just enough to keep her from suffocating.
Bobbi rode Rachel's face much the way she would have ridden a wild mare, bouncing up and down, plunging her sticky center against Rachel's mouth repeatedly, but her own face was forward and down, buried between Rachel's trembling, straining thighs, dredging out every last little drop of tasty fluid seeping from the reddened gash of the girl's salacious vagina.
Lick me, Rachel thought, her body in agony. Lick me, suck me, lap me, just like I'm doing to you. I'm dying, but this is the best way to die. No wonder that poor girl, Devvi, sought to kill herself with the raspy dildo. Bobbi was doing her a favor, trying to kill her by fucking her to death.
"Uuuuuurnmmmmmmphhhhh!!!" Rachel managed to gasp, and the words she had intended saving came out as a long, steady groan. She was shrieking, in the throes of a minor orgasm, thrilled to lancing punctuations as she frantically rolled from side-to-side, unable to remain still, alternating the pressure on the ropes holding her left ankle and wrist to those holding her right ankle and wrist. Her buttocks writhed insanely against the wooden table-top of the rack. and she actually began bouncing as she twisted and writhed. Had her arms and legs been free, she would have rolled onto the floor, the stimulation was so overpowering.
Bobbi licked deeper and sucked harder than either of the men whose mouths had, at one time or another, delved into the secret femininity of Rachel's body. Rachel's breathing quickened, and she knew she was not far from her satisfaction. Her breath was whistling through her teeth as she panted into the hot cunt mashing into her face. Floods of vaginal fluid continued washing her cheeks and forehead as her tongue scooped out more and more of the sticky, colorless meringue.
Bobbi, still lapping into the depths of Rachel's frothing cunt, felt the difference between the avid way this girl licked, and the half-hearted way her female prisoners had lapped prior to being killed. She decided she liked it better when the girl was anxious, as Rachel was. She was also able to sense Rachel's approaching orgasm and felt the girl was entitled to it for all she had done. And so Bobbi lapped all the more quickly.
Rachel shuddered and the pressure on her shoulders and thighs became intolerable as her entire body tightened and she screamed, "YYYYYYAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH... GGGGAAAAGGGGHHHH!" into the heated seething depths of Bobbi's flaming, lathered pussy. Blast after thunderous blast of blistering fire flushed through her entire frame, making her shudder and tremble as never before. Volcanoes erupted in her brain, flares flashed behind her eyes, and her entire body quaked and vibrated.
Bobbi, realizing the power of the climax surging through Rachel, and understanding she was the cause of this powerful crisis, suddenly felt her own orgasm start to build. She had always climaxed while watching the pain and anguish of others, listening to their screams which, to her were operatic arias of the Grim Reaper. And she had always come that way. But this time she was coming, knowing the pain and hurt she was causing was being enjoyed as much by the girl she was torturing as herself.
"HIIHAAAYYYIIIGGHHH"!" Bobbi screamed, pressing her hot cunt all the more solidly against the young girl's mouth, flooding the mouth and face with an ocean of her lubricant as she came, then came again.
Finally the passion in both females began subsiding, and Bobbi rolled off Rachel, then released her from the rack. Rachel remained limply on the flat table-like torture bed, unable to move her arms or legs for more than an hour. Little by little feeling began creeping back into her.
When she was finally able to get up from the rack, Rachel staggered for quite awhile before finally making it back to the room where she would be sleeping with Bobbi, She noticed Devvi was no longer in the room that separated the warehouse from the commandant's quarters, and when she did make it back to the latter, she found fresh new clothes waiting for her. From the looks of them the clothes had been taken from some other poor girl who was either languishing in the lagers or who had already been exterminated. It no longer bothered Rachel to think about another dead girl. People were dying by the thousands each day in Auschwitz. One more girl, one way or the other, no longer burned into her consciousness.
Dressing, Rachel felt she had to go outside. Ever since the time she had returned to Bobbi's quarters, the sky had stopped blackening with soot and ashes. The ovens had stopped working. They were out of fuel. People were still killed, but they were being buried in huge ditches dug by bulldozers, just outside the camp.
Rachel stepped outside, and the sight that greeted her turned her blood to ice. She saw Devvi's body, impaled on a wooden stake near one of the gibbets where another female had been hanged. The stake had been a whipping post, but Devvi, still aroused by the injection she had been given, had jumped on top of it and had rode the straight point into her heart as it passed through her vagina and then her vitals. She was dead, but with a look of bliss on her face, and Rachel realized such a thing could easily happen to her, as well.
Bobbi did not keep her promise about bringing a man in the next day, or the next. There was a flurry of activity going on. The exterminations, which had quickened for awhile, came to an abrupt halt. Each day more of the SS soldiers were being moved out of the death camp, and with them went many of the prisoners. Some prisoners were taken out by trucks, but many others had to walk. And those unable to keep up, were immediately shot.
Bobbi had intended exterminating Rachel before leaving Auschwitz, but she was called away from the death camp so quickly, she had no chance to order it done. So Rachel was alone in the commandant's quarters when a young grupenfuehrer came in and said, "You will prepare to leave here immediately."
"Where am I going?" Rachel asked.
"You and other young frauleins who were recently brought here would be wasted if we shot you or put you to work in Gross Rossen or the other labor camps. You will be shipped to Berlin, and there you will be used to help re-build the Third Reich. You will be sent to special camps where you will become pregnant, as quickly as possible. All of you will contribute your sons and daughters to the army of the fuehrer. We already haff thousands of women, many of whom haff given us two or three sons and daughters each. These children are growing up in underground bunkers and are being properly educated. When they are old enough, the men will fight for our greater glory, while the women will do what you will be doing. The children will be perfect.
The imperfect ones will be killed "
Chapter Eight
They were lost. Rachel and three other girls were shivering in the back of the truck carrying them through the winter night. Two of the men sat in front of the truck, and a third one, Gerhardt, sat in the back of the truck with the girls. All of them were wrapped in blankets except for the driver.
When the truck stopped, the guard in front came around and helped the four women from the rear. Aside from Rachel, there was Susannah, a turbulent redhead, Reizl, a brunette, and Erma, a blonde. The three other females looked so much alike, they might have been sisters, especially from the neck down. All three had large, firm breasts, narrow waists, and broad lips. All were taller than Rachel, and proportionately larger.
There was a shack straight ahead, and all of them went inside. The soldiers brought schnapps with them. Inside the shack was an old iron stove, and there was a pile of unused, corded wood nearby. Whoever had lived there had left some time earlier, not bothering to take what few possessions in the place with them.
The schnapps was handed around time and again. Since there was more than a liter of it, everyone was soon roaring drunk. By that time, a large fire had been built in the stove, and the room was very warm. The light from the stove let Rachel see the shack was bare except for the stove and some old straw-filled mattresses which served as bedding.
Rachel drank to keep warm more than anything else. But in the process she was getting as drunk as any of them. Soon, between the roaring blaze in the iron stove and the schnapps, she realized she was more than warm, she was hot. So were all the others. Clothing was flying off, right and left, and soon everyone, Rachel included, was down to nothing but bare skin, and even then they felt hot.
One of the soldiers grabbed Susannah, the redhead, and pulled her off into a corner. He used a small rope to bind her wrists behind her, claiming he wanted to prevent her from having too much freedom of movement lest she attempt to escape, and then he lay down on a straw mat and ordered the girl to sink onto his upstanding penis with its red crown already wet and sticky with the juices it was emitting. Susannah instantly obeyed, and it was obvious the redhead was no virgin. She sighed as the fat cock slid between her thighs and unerringly rode between her labia, widening them as it forced its way into the tightness of her narrow cunt. She was already partially wet from having seen the three men with their naked bodies, and the wetness oozing from the soldier's cock only made it easier.
"Huuunnnhhhh!" she gasped as the massive chunk of spear-shaped gristle fed its way into her tight nest.
Rachel stood there, staring, looking at the two copulating bodies. Susannah's hair, long and red, fell down her back and the sides of her face, looking like flames falling down rather than up. She bestrode the soldier, who had been the guard sitting in the cab with the driver. His name was Hans, and he was all but giggling at the way the redhead was riding his heavy prong. Hans bucked up into Susannah with a ferocity he had never used as a soldier. The girl, with her arms tightly tied behind her, was swaying from side-to-side, her eyes half-closed, her head now tilted up toward the ceiling as Hans's hands gripped the immense mammaries protruding from in front of her.
Rachel stared, wondering why the redhead, with no coercion whatsoever, was willingly fucking for Hans. She, herself, had done many things to save her life, but she knew the other three girls and herself were needed for the baby-making camps, and so these soldiers would not dare harm them. Why then, was Susannah so willing to fuck? But even before any answers came to her. Rachel felt the heat in her body tickling her clitoris from within, and she began to understand. The schnapps had dulled everyone's reasoning, and as a result everyone was starting to give way to their animal emotions rather than common sense.
Fritz, the driver, no less naked, decided he wanted some of the action, too. But like most of the SS soldiers, he was too cowardly to truly initiate anything by himself, so he went over to the fucking couple and stared down at them. He gazed at the crinkled brown bud of Susannah's asshole as the girl fell forward on Han's chest. Some of the juices leaking from her hot cunt were smeared all over her thighs and had clung to her perineum, and even her asshole. And there was a heavy sheen of sweat making her skin shine. The asshole winked at him, looking small and purse-mouthed, like puckered lips throwing kisses to him.
Wanting to make certain the girl didn't fight him when he used her ass, Fritz took a rope he found lying in a far corner and cut two pieces from it. Then, with Susannah still lying on top of Hans, he pulled her ankles back and up, and bound them to her thighs, straining her knees, preventing her from getting any leverage. Hans had to grip her asscheeks and move her up and down to keep her hot cunt massaging the entire length of his throbbing cock. This made the redheaded girl's ass stand even higher, and Fritz found his mouth watering as he stared at the brown pucker. Hans was bucking harder and harder, and the girl, apparently Norwegian, was bouncing madly and uttering unknown words, urging Hans to fuck harder.
Rachel gaped, knowing this was how she, herself had often reacted to the fucking of Von Teich. Merely seeing what was happening was driving her insane with desire. Two men at once. It was something that had never happened to her, and she ached to try it. And from the looks on the faces of Reizl, the brunette, and Erma, the blonde, they were no less anxious to become involved. The eyes of everyone in the place were on Susannah and Hans, watching the way Fritz was moving closer as the redheaded woman keened insanely.
Susannah felt pain, as if her arms and knees were being pulled apart, but it didn't stop her from feeling the wild pleasure of the penis moving in and out of her. Like Rachel and the other girls, Susannah had been a favorite of an Auschwitz commandant. It had been decided by the powers in Berlin to use these girls, as well as many other good-looking girls, to re-build the Third Reich with as many babies as possible. And unknown to these girls, if some of the SS should fuck them while bringing them to their new camps, well that was fine, because it might start the seed of a good Aryan in the body of a well-formed young woman.
Dropping to his knees, Fritz reached out and grabbed the twin moons of Susannah's asscheeks, his penis jutting forward like that of a stallion in the eerie light cast by the iron stove. Rachel stared at the way it hung forward, like some massive log, and wondered how was it possible for Susannah to take so massive a truncheon in her rectum. Then she remembered the painful stretching of her own rectum, taking two different thick dildos, at two different times, and she knew, one way or another, Fritz intended fitting his throbbing cock into Susannah's asshole. The redhead's round, dimpled asscheeks gleamed invitingly, as white and smooth as anything the soldier had ever seen. And it was there, ready and waiting to be fucked.
Susannah felt Hans's thick, swollen organ slicing up into her tight pussy again and again, and she shuddered, feeling thrilled at the way the huge penis trembled inside her. True, the pressure on her wrists, ankles, and thighs was becoming more intense, but like Rachel, Susannah was used to all kinds of pain, and like Rachel, she had come to associate it with orgasm, and as the pain intensified, the girl knew her own climax would shortly be forthcoming. All of her brain was divided between the thrills filling her feminine center and the agony of her muscles being pulled and stretched by the ropes binding her wrists, ankles, and arms. Each thrust into her tight cunt made her believe she might be split open like a ripe honeydew. She had turned her head back once to catch a glimpse of Fritz, but in her mind he was still a dream and nothing else.
And then Susannah felt hands clutching her hips. At first she thought the fingers belonged to Hans, but even with the way she was lying on him, Hans had his hands on her waistline, moving her body up and down. So she knew it couldn't be Hans. Her face was now pressed against that of the soldier beneath her, and her wide-open mouth was sucking on his tongue, so she was unable to see whose hands were grasping her hips. Fingers were stroking her buttocks, and thumbs were digging into the crevice between her asscheeks.
Tearing her mouth from that of Hans, the girl twisted her head, adding even more pain to her already agonized body. The perspiration coating her flesh had become cold sweat as her ankles and wrists throbbed unmercifully. And a new coating of perspiration suddenly flooded through her pores as she felt the knife of agony shoot through her rectum. More pain, more hurt. There were hairy legs behind her upturned ass, and a new weight began pressing down on her, also pressing against her already strained arms and thighs.
Fritz leaned forward, pressing the massive head of his thick, red penis, like a monstrous, stretching implement of torture began digging into the tiny, defenseless hole between her raised mounds of buttock. Rachel, mesmerized by all this, watched the driver use his thumbs to stretch wide those glistening white moons, opening the tiny hole with hard, forceful tugs. Susannah's entire ass was jiggling up and down from the jarring caused by Hans's probing cock as he continued fucking up into her from underneath.
"Ja! Ja! Ja!" Hans was gasping. "Das ist ein wunderbar kunt! Ach! Zerr Gutt!"
Heat enveloped Rachel and the others who were watching as Fritz flexed his thighs, then pushed forward. From where she was standing, Rachel saw the entire head swallowed up by Susannah's asshole but the rest of the truncheon had not yet penetrated the girls creaming depths. The muscular walls of the redhead's narrow asshole were strong and tight and they strained mightily to prevent more of Fritz's cock from entering.
Fritz turned to the others, and Rachel saw a brutal smile crease his already ugly face. Then he brutally thrust forward, slamming more of his meatpole deep into the tightened ass, tearing through membraneous passages that had been used but only when the cunt had not been used. Susannah screamed and tried wiggling her ass from one side to the other in the vain hope of dislodging the cock thrust into her. But Fritz thrust harder, and he smiled, thrilling to the sensation of Hans's cock as it pressed against the membraneous wall separating the one channel from the other. Fritz felt even greater thrills as Hans's cock continued its pounding, moving through the sodden, soaking tissues of the drenched pussy enveloping it.
. "Yiiii... aaaggghhh..." Susannah screamed, feeling her violated asshole stretch even wider as greater and greater pressure was put on her body with two penises invading it. Violent, shuddering, excruciating agony tore through her, pulling on her twisted muscles as the ropes firmly held her arms and ankles in place. The two penises felt like a pair of burning knives, and the horrible pressure of Fritz's penis had pushed her a little higher so her mouth was now hitting Hans's forehead.
"Vas is loss?" Hans shouted, first aware of Fritz's presence. He stared past the flailing redhead to see the smiling face of his comrade, the truck driver. He had been so busy enjoying the pressure of Susannah's cunt, especially when Fritz finally pushed into her, that he had been unaware of the other man's presence until he had felt Susannah violently shoved higher, almost dislodging his cock from her bubbling vat. He tugged her down again, and not only sheathed his cock completely in Susannah's tunnel, but pulled her ass the rest of the way onto Fritz's cock.
"This is gutt, ja?" Fritz asked, smiling, and Rachel shuddered to see the disregard each man had for the woman between them.
"Ja!" Hans agreed. "This feels gutt."
The two men were using the redhead, enhancing the pain ripping through her rear passageway and vaginal tract. True, the thrills were building, but the pain was becoming intolerable, because Susannah, who had been the personal property of only one commandant all the time she had been at Auschwitz, had never been violated in two places at once, before, as Rachel had been. Totally unused to this violence, the girl felt more agony than she believed any one person was capable of feeling at any one time.
Rachel stared. Sitting in the back of the truck, she had heard much of the conversation between the driver and the soldier sitting beside him, and had learned the two men barely knew one another. Now they were suddenly good comrades, thrilling and enjoying the mutual plunder of this poor, defenseless girl, tearing her body to pieces, ripping and pulling and shredding her. And the worst part of it was, Rachel knew the girl would shortly come to revel in what was happening to her.
Rachel watched Fritz lunge forward again, snugly burying the entire length of his thick penis in the tight grasping asshole of the redheaded girl. His frizzy pubic hair was jammed right up against the white rounded flesh of Susannah's buttocks, scraping the skin until it was raw and red. Fritz's hands dug into her flesh, tugging on her asscheeks, while Hans's fingers cut into her waist, keeping her angled in a position perfect for the two men, but agonizing for her. Somehow Susannah's knees were rubbing against the hard wooden floor, and the flesh was being scraped from them. They were bleeding. The girl was screaming insanely as the last little bit of Fritz's throbbing pole was totally buried in her rectal interior. The hot, tight, rubbery grip of her anus was like a tube of elastic around Fritz's stolid penis, and her sphincter was a rubber band.
"Ahhhhaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhh!!!!" Susannah screamed, making Rachel and the other two girls wince. "It hu-u-u-u-u-u-rrrrrttttsss..." the redhead screamed. "Ohhhh Goddd!!! It hurts... huhhhh..."
The screams had been in Norwegian, but the girls understood it. The other two girls, both of whom had been very recent arrivals at Auschwitz, not yet really experiencing too much brutality, were astounded at what the two soldiers were doing to the poor girl. Not that Reizl and Erma hadn't been fucked. They had been fucked soundly, and both had learned to love it, but neither of them had undergone the agony they saw Susannah experiencing.
Fritz completely ignored the cries of the redhead and began pounding his massive prick in and out of the throbbing asshole. He sank into her with long, invading strokes, and pulled out of her with equally long, withdrawing strokes.
Susannah felt wild sensations tear through her strained loins as her rubbery channel continued gripping the thick length of penile flesh, tugging on the muscle so her tissues were being massaged to where they were being torn.
"Ach!" Fritz shouted. "I haff never enjoyed anything like this, before. Ach!"
Hans was laughing, as he, too, enjoyed what was happening. Like Fritz, he had enjoyed his share of Jewesses at the camp, but never had he shared one with another soldier. He had to admit the pressure of Fritz's cock in the girl's asshole made her tight cunt even tighter, building the pressure even more, making it that much more enjoyable for him.
Gerhardt, the third soldier, standing near the blonde and brunette, was laughing, enjoying the sight of the two men fucking one girl at once. It seemed so delicious to watch a prim, proper Jewess being fucked in two places at the same time. And that she was enjoying herself... well, that was even more interesting. But watching the way the girl's mouth hung open as it all happened seemed to give Gerhardt an idea.
Susannah looked up and stared at the third soldier, as naked as the other two as he approached her. He was waving his huge cock, bright red around the crown, at her. It looked like the head of some prehistoric monster as it came closer to her. She stared at it as she howled out the combination of pain and thrills she was starting to feel. The two penises were touching a series of nerve-endings now, touching off little electric sensations in her body. She knew she would feel an orgasm, but now she began wondering just how powerful this orgasm would be. Her mouth hung open, her tongue dangling out, and saliva was dribbling down her chin as she realized the thrills building in her body were more powerful than the pain she had felt, and the pain was still agonizing. Her head, like that of a broken doll, jiggled on her shoulders from side-to-side. She wanted to lay flat on top of Hans and ease the pressure, but Hans was pressing on her breasts with both palms, his finger digging cruelly into her flesh, keeping her upper torso forced up at a forty-five degree angle. With her ankles tied back almost to her buttocks, it forced her to maintain her weight on her raw-scrubbed knees, but her head was high enough so that Gerhardt merely had to bend his own knees a little to bring his penis down to the level of her mouth. Her wild, red hair flailed wildly all over the place, and Gerhardt poked his penis between thick strands, saying, "Come, Fraulein. You haff used your cunt and your ass. It is time for you to use your pretty mouth, as well. Open wide and take mein cock."
Susannah stared at the immense, enormous, pulsing penis, so close now she was able to smell the rutting heat emanating from the man's groin. The heated masculine tang dripped in silent tears from the sightless eye in the head. And the head looked so grotesquely bloated as it continued dripping the clear essence. The girl stared at it like a helpless mouse staring at a cat, fascinated, trapped, helpless, unable to get away, yet always hoping, praying. But eventually she realized she had to succumb, and so her mouth opened even wider as she leaned a little toward the throbbing organ, totally hypnotized. Her eyes finally closed, the lids fluttering shut because she didn't want to see her lips engulf the massive piece of hard flesh. At the same time the two penises already in her body lunged together. sending more vibrant thrills-mixed- with-pain shooting through her. At one point she feared the two penises would tear down the membraneous wall separating them and rub against one another. She would die, ripped and shredded to pieces by the two masculine prods working in her lower holes.
Gerhardt saw his chance and plunged his cock forward, ramming the great, aching, swollen dingus into the open tunnel of the redhead's gasping mouth. He heaved a loud groan of lusting relief as he felt the girl's lips automatically close tightly around the throbbing stalk of cock. The hot cave of her oral enclosure was a temporary home for his throbbing penis, and he instantly began fucking into the warm shelter.
Susannah choked and gagged, her mind still not quite able to accept the fact three different penises were invading the orifices of her body. Her dulled senses fuzzily picked up the sounds of the three men exhorting her to continue and work with her body to bring them all to a happy conclusion. Their words verbally drove her as their bodies physically drove her. All thought had died in her mind as she concentrated completely on physical pleasure. She was a thing, a creature, a living machine made solely for the pleasures of these three men. She struggled to ease their perverted fervor. She feared the rest of her would die as quickly as her thoughts. And from the terrific strain and agony she was undergoing, mixed with the vibrant pleasures shooting through her, the girl knew there was no hope for a quick, painless end.
Rachel gaped, watching Gerhardt ram the screams of agony right back down Susannah's throat as he crammed his penis deeper and deeper into her pharynx. Rachel knew she was capable of withstanding the assault of such a mighty phallus, but wondered about the red-haired girl. The fat dong was jerking and shoving itself deeper and deeper into Susannah's throat, and the girl was gurgling and gasping for air. Rachel watched the fury with which Gerhardt's cock moved into Susannah's mouth. It was lunging into her with a greater power than either of the two phalluses invading her lower depths. The man's heavy, dangling testicles were slapping Susannah's chin and throat each time he plunged forward. and Rachel saw the intense determination on Gerhardt's face to shoot every last drop of his spunk down the girl's throat. All he had to do was massage his cock in and out of her mouth long enough to bring the white fluid up from his balls.
Rachel felt herself sweating strongly, matching the heavy outpouring of fluid coming from Hans's body as he lay beneath everyone, continuing to ram his heavy prong into the tight vacuum of Susannah's cunt. The movement of his throbbing penis made a wet, sloshing sound as it continued frictioning in and out of the slavering maw of the girl's hot, tight cunt.
The sight of all three of Susannah's orifices being filled repeatedly by the three penises was driving Rachel insane. She knew she wasn't the only one aroused. From the corner of her eye she saw the two other girls, Reizl and Erma feeling their own groins. But she, Rachel, had been probed in all three places and knew how easily one was able to come in any of the three holes, especially with all that pain. Pain! That was the one thing missing as she watched the three men fucking Susannah. Perhaps Susannah felt the pain, but Rachel felt none of it, and because she felt none of it, a good part of the thrilling sensation was also missing for Rachel.
Moving closer, walking around the foursome fucking on the straw mat, Rachel saw the pink inner edges of Susannah's asshole each time Fritz's long, thick stalk came tugging back. The stretched ridges of flesh were reluctant to let go of the massive pole. She loved the way the flesh folded in on itself when the hard schlong went probing back into the girl's asshole. The erect rod filled the tightness of Susannah's rectum, and more shuddering thrills added to vibrant pain within her. Fritz pumped in and out, singing; "Ach du lieber Augustine..." as he fucked her in rhythm to his singing. And the other two men picked up the rhythm and pumped along with him.
"So gutt!" Gerhardt gasped, continuing to cram his throbbing penis into the girl's mouth, clogging it again and again, feeling the head of his cock touch her esophagus and then push through the ring of her gullet all the way in. Ach! The girl was strangling on his cock, but somehow he knew she would not allow herself to die.
Fritz threw his penis even deeper into the redheaded girl's tight rectum, pumping faster and faster, as if intent on wrenching the inner flesh out of her anus. He used his throbbing cock like some kind of murderous bayonet, stabbing into her ass repeatedly, trying to make her bleed, and astonished when the only liquid appearing on his prong each time he pulled it out was the substance his own penis unleashed. He loved sinking his throbbing dick into the tight hole dimpling the crevice between her lilywhite buttocks. The alabaster flesh, gleaming in the firelight, drew him on and on.
Rachel sighed and whimpered, knowing how much delight Susannah had to feel by now. Whatever pain there was left in the redhead's body had to only enhance the feelings of orgasm that would shortly overtake the anxious redhead.
Hans, underneath everyone else, heard the panting and groaning. He also heard Rachel's sighs, and turning his head, looked at the brown-haired girl. Before he left this cabin, he would have to fuck this one, as well.
Susannah felt Gerhardt straining to push more of his aching member into her mouth. Her cheeks were swollen and bulging because of the breadth of the massive dork. She sensed the thickening of the lust-bloated member and wondered if it would split, or even explode in her mouth. Saliva fell from her lower lip, dripping onto her chin as she continued laboring, sucking the full length of the hot, heavy penis into her mouth again and again. The pressure in her throat each time the corona moved past the ring of her gullet was overpowering, and it equaled the strain the ropes created on her ankles and wrists. She blinked and stared at his hairy groin moving toward and away, toward and away, each time he pushed his throbbing penis back and forth. His hands were around her head, keeping her from twisting in any way as he slammed the full length down her throat again and again.
Susannah, like Rachel, felt nerve-endings in her throat being touched by the penis which was sinking deeper into her mouth than any penis had previously sunk. Her gagging and sputtering were real, but she knew she wasn't going to strangle to death. Enough air was reaching her lungs to prevent her suffocation. The feel of the steely pole rubbing against her tongue and palate was the most delicious sensation she had ever known, especially in combination with the two other rods continually probing into her vagina and anus. Her tender, mucous-lined throat shuddered with anticipation as the penis continued rubbing it, and the girl sensed the thickening of the massive dork as it prepared to shoot its contents into her. There was still pain wracking her body, but in concert with the rapture she felt. it was maddeningly delightful. From the quickening twitches in the penis between her lips, Susannah knew the soldier was set to unload his jism. He was so close, the girl was able to see the twitchings in his testicles as he prepared to fire.
Susannah strained powerfully to reach the mindless bliss of eternity waiting for her at the end of all this. The movement of the penises had made unspoken promises, and now the girl sought to feel the fulfillment thereof. The pain was quickly receding, becoming a dim memory, even though the causes of her pain were still in her body. Yet Susannah felt only bliss. She was soaring, on the edge of a marvelous eternity, bucking, slamming, pounding, feeling all three phalluses probe and seek her pleasure centers. Her ass and her cunt, along with her mouth sucked on the solid lances, feeling more pleasure with each thrust. For some reason, Susannah felt she was the one making use of the three men, for each of the three penises was going to give her a separate and complete orgasm. Rather than being used, the redheaded girl felt as if she was doing the using, even with her body trussed up in such a way her circulation was all but cut off. She wanted them, all of them. and she was intent on gorging herself with them until she was totally satisfied. Had there been a fourth man present, Susannah would have had him plug into her navel or one of her ears. Every part of her was alive and sensitive to the slightest touch.
Rachel watched the way Hans heaved and strained. The weight of the girl and Fritz on top of her was becoming too much for the man. His face was already red and puffed up as he gasped for breath. And this was what gave Rachel the idea for freedom. The idea had really been nagging at the back of her brain from the time she had first entered Auschwitz. Now she saw the possibility of it becoming a reality. She needed the other girls. But she was certain with the other girls, freedom could not only be won, but maintained. She stared at the way Hans grunted as he slammed his body higher, as if trying to cut Susannah in two with his moving cock. From the glazed look in his eyes, Rachel determined that Hans, like the other two, was a glutton. He wanted to fuck all of them. He wanted to poke his penis into each orifice all four girls had. And Rachel was certain the other two men felt the same way. Well before they left that cabin, Rachel intended seeing to it the three soldiers fucked all four of the girls as often as possible, in as many places as possible. This was the only solution. And if the soldiers wanted to torture them while fucking them, so much the better, since Rachel's orgasms intensified with pain.
She watched Susannah's love juices flooding out, spreading all over Hans's groin and hips. The girl's mouth was wide open, and though the thick penis down her throat was gagging her, she was shouting out her climax for the entire world to hear. The screams were muffled, but they were there. It was plain the redhead was affected by all this as Rachel had been. It was too late for either of them to enjoy what might be termed a normal sex life. Perhaps the blonde and the brunette might be saved, but Rachel knew she and Susannah would always need to suffer pain in order to enjoy pleasure.
"GGGAAAGGGHHH... YYYAAAGGGHHH... HHHAAAGGGHHH..." the young redhead coughed and gasped as the first of her orgasms hit her. It was the oral orgasm, brought about by the penis rubbing against the nerve-endings in her gullet. She choked and gagged and coughed, tightening her throat even more around the penis plunging into it.
Gerhardt was completely out of control. The long-stored quantities of semen locked in his balls were suddenly unleashed, and began hurtling down the tiny, narrow corridors of his penis with the force and speed of a rocket plane bursting through the stratosphere. His heavy balls were all aflame, and they spurted heavy quantities of hot, blazing come-juice through the stalk of the penis in lightning blasts.
Hot, creamy, scalding blasts hit Susannah in her throat. Some of it washed into her gullet and was swallowed, but much of it backed up and came seeping out the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chin. Gerhardt felt the blazing spend leave his body at a fantastic rate, and continued pumping into the redhead's mouth, but even as he did this, he felt his penis starting to shrink. Ach! It felt so good. He fired again and again, forcing the girl to lick and suck the sperm from his dripping penis, making her use her tongue to clean his groin.
Gerhardt staggered away from the others and fell onto another straw mat, breathing deeply, trying to recover. Rachel watched him and knew the man had a strong heart. He would recover very shortly, and he would want more.
Susannah hadn't expected such force from the lava of Gerhardt's sperm. It had jolted her back to reality, and she had been forced to swallow furiously to keep herself from choking. But she was happy to do so, and just as happy to lap the sperm from the man's thighs, though the straining ropes around her wrists and ankles made everything numb. Her mind concentrated on drinking every last precious drop of Gerhardt's essence, enjoying the taste of it like some rare nectar. Sperm was the very lifeblood of a sensuous female, and Susannah, like Rachel, was just that. She was tired of being a slave, yet she did enjoy sex, and when Gerhardt pulled his cock from her mouth and she was able to breathe again, she saw the glitter in Rachel's eyes. A mental bond grew between the two females. They understood each other.
Hans reached up and grabbed Susannah by her long strands of flaming red hair, and he kissed her mouth, sucking some of Gerhardt's sperm out as he chewed on her tongue. His lower half continued brutally bucking upward, slamming his throbbing cock into her ultra-tight cunt. Ach, ja! If the other three women were only half as good as this one, he would be more than content.
And then Hans stiffened, his hips arched up into the air with his tongue buried all the way into Susannah's mouth, his throbbing cock rammed as far into her cunt as was humanly possible. The long awaited moment was there for Hans, but it was also there for Susannah, for the second of her climaxes was upon her.
"YYYIII... HHHAAAYYYGGGHHH..." she shouted, feeling a dam of lust explode inside her tight pussy. She writhed and shuddered, feeling the pressure of the swollen cock inside her increase again and again.
"HHHAAAIIIEEE... GGGUUUNNNGGGHHH..." Hans screamed, and an entire cataclysmic tidal wave seemed to unleash itself inside his testicles. The throbbing sensation roared through the tight underground passage of his testicles speeding with the movement of a troop train, and containing enough sperm with which to populate all of Germany overnight. But all of it came spitting from the tip of his penis and shooting into one woman's cunt; the vagina of the redheaded Susannah. Streams of sticky sperm filled her vagina repeatedly, then came dripping down and coating her thighs as he shoved and fucked it into her clenching cunt.
Susannah was airborne with the wonderful thrills continuing to blast through her. She shuddered and trembled and felt the force of his spurting semen all the way up in her gullet where she still tasted Gerhardt's come. She also felt Fritz continuing to plunge into her rectum with all his strength and that was when the third climax, her rectal climax, hit her.
"AAAIIIEEE... YYYAAAGGGHHH... HHHAAARRRGGGHHH..." she screamed, and the cock in her ass exploded as Fritz silently, but just as jubilantly shot his spunk into her, filling her ass to capacity. Streams of hot juice rushed repeatedly into her, then dribbled out, and the girl, still tightly tied, collapsed between the two men. It was up to Rachel to untie her when the two penises finally slid from her body. And Rachel saw she had just managed to save Susannah's arms and legs.
Chapter Nine
Drunker than ever, the three German soldiers practiced more cruelty on the four girls while enjoying their bodies throughout the night. All the girls, at one time or another, were bound in uncomfortable positions and wildly fucked in one or another of their holes.
It was a little before dawn. when Rachel, who had, for some reason or other, been used the least by the soldiers, saw Gerhardt was the only soldier still conscious. Two of the girls, Susannah and Erma, were dangling by their wrists from ropes tied to the beams supporting the shack. They had been both fucked, front and rear as they dangled, and the agony of the ropes pulling on their wrists, stretching their arms, was beginning to tell. Both Fritz and Hans were in complete oblivion, not only weakened considerably by all the fucking, but knocked out by the schnapps, as well.
Gerhardt had Reizl, the brunette, on her back, with her ankles tied behind her head so her vagina was pointing almost straight up in the air. He was fucking his half-hard dick into her tunnel, pinching her ass and making it bleed with his nails to keep her moving and squirming, as he pumped his. prick in and out of her.
Rachel had been summarily fucked by Gerhardt, and she had blown both, Fritz and Hans, but none of them had made her come. The girl decided it was time for her own orgasm before she and the other girls bade farewell to their captors.
Stumbling toward the couple on the floor, she saw the bleeding half moons caused by Gerhardt's nails. Reizl's cunt, surrounded by black fur, looking more and more like a sable muff, pumped up and down, moving furiously around the semi-hard, hot pole thrust into it.
Well, Rachel thought, Gerhardt had pumped his sperm into her pussy, it was only right he lick it out. She walked over with her ankles straddling Reizl's head, then leaned down and grasped Gerhardt by his ears, tugging his head up. She heard the man gasp as his staring eyes met her wet-splayed vagina with the light-brown fuzz encircling it.
"Do you like it?" Rachel asked, staring down into the man's face.
"Ah, ja, it is beautiful," Gerhardt admitted. "That is why I insisted on fucking your cunt."
"Well now ii is time for you to taste my cunt," Rachel insisted.
"Nein!" Gerhardt snapped. "I do not eat pussy."
Leaning down, Rachel picked up a loose strand of rope with knots tied in it, and she brought it stingingly down on Gerhardt's back. A large red welt rose immediately.
"You will eat my pussy," Rachel insisted, and a new feeling of power flooded through her. For the first time she was discovering what it was like to give pain rather than receive it, and she realized she liked it. She liked it very much. Now she was able to understand the wicked thrills Bobbi and Von Teich had from dealing out agony. She was dealing it out to a Hun she hated, and it gave her an immense amount of pleasure.
"Nein!" Gerhardt snapped.
"Yes!" Rachel insisted, and hit him again. She knew she had nothing to fear from the man. Aside from his being too drunk to stand straight, in order to come after her, he would have to pull out of Reizl's cunt. She knew full well he had no intention of doing so. He was still grunting and groaning as he slammed his cock into the seething pussy of the brunette beneath him.
Rachel hit his back again and again, and more red welts swelled and built up until she had lines criss-crossing one another. And then the welts opened and Rachel saw blood; German blood. The sight of it enthralled her. To think, she was making one of the butchers bleed.
"Suck my cunt," she insisted, throwing her hips forward. giving him access to her dripping cunt as it began flooding with more and more lubricity.
"Ach!" Gerhardt gasped, but he was unable to resist. The girl had caught him at a weak moment, and his nose was already inhaling the mixed odor of his sperm and the musky density of Rachel's seething pussy.
Rachel felt the heaviness of the man's breath on her vaginal split and was aware how close he was to coming. She had to make him eat her and make her come before he popped his wad into Reizl's body.
"Suck!" she insisted, hitting him again, and suddenly Gerhardt's head moved forward and his long tongue reached out and stabbed into the drenched center of her dripping snatch. He lapped at her lust-slickened flesh, stabbing deep into her quivering cunt. Rachel almost fainted the sensation was so delicious. Delightful, licentious sensations shot into her as she arched back, thrusting her vagina forward to feel more of the thick tongue. Yessss! The world was finally going to be good to her.
Rachel closed her eyes but swung the gnout against Gerhardt's back again and again, urging his tongue to move all the more quickly and lap into her seething center. She wanted that orgasm almost as much as life, itself. And she knew it would feel just as good as it did those times she was being hurt, because she felt a sadistic pleasure in dealing pain to one like Gerhardt. It made the blood in her body bubble and churn and race.
Reizl, lying on the floor with her ankles tied behind her head and her wrists bound behind her knees, had her eyes tightly shut. Though the ropes around her ankles and wrists hurt, she wasn't being dealt with as painfully as the soldiers had handled Susannah, earlier, and as a result, she was enjoying the semi-hard thrustings of the German penis into her sodden cunt. The heat coming from the iron stove was like blistering sunlight, and she felt everything so acutely and delightfully. All her inner senses had been turned on and she was enjoying it so much. The thick penis, even half-hard, felt good inside her, and she wished it would stiffen so he would be able to plunge the entire length in to her. One of the others, either Hans or Fritz, had fucked her asshole, and she had sucked off the third one, but she didn't handle all three at the same time, as Susannah had done. For that, Reizl was grateful. Even now, with her thighs pressed against her full breasts and her nipples almost cutting into her flesh, she was grateful not to have been manhandled even more viciously. The cock was sliding in and out with a slow movement, just powerful enough to keep the thrills in her own body at a peak. It pushed as far in as possible, which, considering it was not fully erect, was not too bad. Her hot cunt was very receptive to it. Ah, it felt so nice. For all their brutality, the Germans had taught her how nice fucking could be, and Reizl intended to go on enjoying it, whether in a German internment camp, or free. And even with a semi-hard dong, Gerhardt was more of a man than the commandant who had fucked her while in Auschwitz. That man had a four-incher which had been painful the first time, when deflowering her, and not nearly enough after that.
Gerhardt didn't know what to think. The whipping against his back should have hurt him. He was certain the schnapps had prevented him from feeling the full extent of the pain, but he did feel it. And it aroused him, and suddenly his cock was getting stiff all over again, and he began thrusting into Reizl's cunt all the more solidly. He stared at Rachel's muff and tongued it again, enjoying the taste of it. Imagine, all his life, having resisted pussy eating. He must haff been a fool. Well now that he was doing it, he intended doing it to the best of his ability. He was getting close to coming, but the taste of this cunt enhanced every thing for him, and the knotted rope striking his back and buttocks built him to higher and higher peaks. Ach! Ja! This was gutt! A hand pressed on the back of his head, pushing his face even deeper into the muff, and he drank deeply, thirstily, enjoying the taste of the sticky lubrication.
Reizl opened her eyes and saw the twin pillars of feminine thighs over her head. She also saw the naked pink lips of the cunt, and from the light, fuzzy ring of brown hair, she knew it was Rachel. And then she heard, "Do it, Gerhardt, suck it good," and she was sure.
Yes, it was Rachel. Well, why not! From what she could see, Rachel was wielding the rope with all the force of a torturer swinging a whip, and Reizl was pleased to see the German's back taking all the punishment.
Reizl clasped her thighs all the more tightly around Gerhardt's body as his swollen cock stiffened inside her. She had no intention of letting the man free. She stared at the way the German's lascivious, perverted tongue stabbed into the seething depths of Rachel's cunt. She, Reizl, had never had her cunt lapped, and the sight set her on fire. She was certain it was a wonderful feeling. The hard thrusts of the German's penis built shocking sensations in her own cunt, and she shuddered and gasped as thrilling stabs of lust blistered through her. With each passing moment she found herself closer and closer to the wonderful orgasm she knew was coming. Even the commandant who had fucked her with his four-incher had been able to bring her some pleasure, but this massive monolith of meat was really charging her up, and Reizl knew this orgasm was going to be her strongest. Her arms were still tied around her thighs and there was no way for her to use her hands. Even so, she clung to her thighs for dear life, knowing her satisfaction was only moments away.
Rachel pounded her hips into Gerhardt's face with all her strength as the brunette Reizl did her best to elevate her hips even more. She fucked with her ass bouncing on the floor looking like a split basketball. Each lift of her body met the frenzied lunges of Gerhardt's penile thrusts. He was crashing into her, slamming his thighs into her buttocks, and Reizl gasped and choked, knowing this was going to be a superb climax. She no longer thought about, the fact that he was tonguing Rachel. She wanted that climax. Her body was reaching out for it, begging to feel it, aching to sense it.
Shaking and moaning, Reizl tossed her head this way and that, her mane of black hair whipping out like a banner, first on one side, then another. Blissful seizures took over her interior, and she trembled violently each time Gerhardt slammed into her. Scintillating spasms of licentious eroticism enlarged in the brunette's fevered cunt. The sensations, like a large hand. reached into her, and Reizl felt the spreading fingers move into every part of her. She was so overwhelmed with sensation she wondered if she'd be able to remain conscious.
Rachel no longer wielded the knotted rope. She had dropped it when both her hands grabbed Gerhardt's ears and pulled his hungering mouth even deeper into her creaming vestry. Now Gerhardt's hands were cupping her asscheeks, holding her body close to his face, and she used her hands to massage her own breasts, squeezing and pinching her own nipples. Her fingers tugged them unmercifully, causing her the delightful pain she needed. The tongue was fucking into her seething cunt like a tiny, slender, slick cock, and it sent all kinds of shuddering thrills through her. Enhancing everything even more was the thought of what she intended doing when this was all over. It made the sensations in her build even higher. Her hips bounced wildly as her pelvis slammed forward, and she screeched when his tongue slipped from her inner channel to swipe against her clitoris. Looking down, she saw the cords in Gerhardt's neck stand out as he strained to push his face even more deeply into her.
Down below, Reizl was babbling incoherently as she began tightening up, and then Reizl was screaming and screeching as she felt her climax totally overwhelm her.
"EEEYYYAAAIIGGGHHH!!" the brunette screamed, moving wildly from side-to-side, unable to keep her body still as the thrusting cock brought her to the ultimate satisfaction she had sought for so long.
"HHHHUUUMMMPHHHHH" Gerhardt bellowed into Rachel's vagina as his throbbing cock shot its spurts of hot cream into the clutching grip of Reizl's fist-like yoni.
And now it was Rachel's turn. The tongue against her clitoris was doing a perfect job, and the blasting sensation made her jump up and down with her thighs still clutching Gerhardt's face. Her voice screamed, "YEEEAAAGGGHHHAAAHHH!!"
And then it was over. Gerhardt, totally unconscious, fell to the side, and Rachel knew the moment for freedom had come at last.
She untied Reizl, then untied the other two girls. All of them quickly dressed as Rachel talked.
Chapter Ten
Four girls dressed in wrinkled clothing boarded an express train in Bremerhaven. None of them had passports. but at that moment, in Germany, confusion reigned, and few, if any, had proper passports.
The train took them just so far, then the girls, who by then had stolen coats, began walking. They didn't have to walk too far to encounter the Allies, who were advancing in their direction. In this case it was the British, and Rachel, in order to gain more sympathy, lied, telling them she was Jewish. In time, she and the other three girls were sent to the island of Cyprus, and there waited for two years before finally sneaking into Palestine.
Rachel lied again, and the Palestinians took her to their bosom, accepting her as a Jew, making her a citizen of the new State of Israel. Eventually she married a Sahbra, a native-born Israeli, and raised Jewish children, none of whom really knew they weren't Jewish, at all.
And in the spring of 1945, three naked bodies were found in an old shack not far from Bremerhaven. SS uniforms were strewn all over the place. All three men had been bound with their ankles tied behind them to their wrists, and then tied to their necks. They had died of slow strangulation. The dried sperm around all of them attested to the fact that each man had had an orgasm in the throes of dying.
