Sada moaned as she crouched on the floor of the dungeon. The three Gestapo officers standing over her, all had their massive peckers in their hands.
They were leering down at the beaten young girl.
Her body trembled as she thought of what they intended to do. Sada wasn't sure--not quite sure--whether she preferred the beatings to which she had been subjected, or the sexual torture, which they intended to inflict on her now!
"Fraulein, do you know the purpose of women in the Third Reich?" the one with the largest cock asked, sneering at her.
Sada shook her head.
"Your sole purpose, you stupid sow, is to service the men of the Third Reich with your cunt, and to bear children--if your blood is untainted."
The big officer straddled her haunches, and pulled her ass cheeks high into the air.
He laughed, gutturally and slapped her ass cheeks.
Then, grunting, he parted her soft white globes, revealing her puckered brown asshole.
"No, please...!" Sada murmured.
The officer's drooling, throbbing cock head pressed against her asshole. Sada felt her body quiver, felt her ass muscles tense against the great fleshy male sword which was about to pierce her bowels.
"Yaiieeee!" she screamed, as the huge pecker thrust inward, cruelly spreading her virginal ass walls, sending a searing, burning pain ripping through Sada's already tortured, bruised and bloody body.
CHAPTER ONE
Sada fastened the black satin ribbon at the neck opening of her sheer peignoir and lifted a pearl handled hairbrush from the top of the dressing table. The elaborately filigreed clock, standing beside rows of expensive perfume flasks told her that there were still fifteen minutes remaining before Evan was due to arrive for his weekly 'tete-a-tete'. A wry smile reshaped her lushly painted scarlet mouth as the sound of the euphemism echoed in her ears. Tete-a-tete, indeed. Spanking session was the actual fact. Every Wednesday, promptly at six, for the last two years. And Evan would consider none of the girls in the house but herself. She reminded him of his mother. Sada supposed. 'How quaint,' she thought, and her full, shining lips reshaped themselves into a derisive sneer.
Outside the bedroom, past the velvet draped windows, a thin, constant rain had turned the details of Montmartre into a depressing blur of grey and brown. Sada hated the winter. One of the few passions she still possessed. Squinting her dark eyes she tried to see all the way down to the beginning of the Place de Clichy, but the film of icy water that had overtaken the world obscured everything beyond the next three buildings. What matter, Sada told herself. Wishing to have it over with for today would not speed Evan's arrival. The town of Geneva could set its watches by Evan's punctuality. It was ritualistic. Righteous. Almost authoritarian in its lack of flexibility. And like all things that smacked of any authority other than her own, it made her sick.
Now, resisting an all-too-familiar ache inside herself, Sada turned and crossed the thickly carpeted chamber, furnished , according to the dictates of her profession, like a comer of Versailles. Pausing at the opposite wall, she slid a Renoir copy aside in its handsome frame and began to twist the dial on the safe door back and forth. After several turns, she heard the soft inner clicking she'd been waiting for and pulled the little metal door open, to lift a deep box from inside.
Twenty thousand francs, in notes of large denomination fluttered between her brightly lacquered fingertips like the wings of a trapped bird. Exactly the amount she had promised to deliver to Deborah this evening. Enough to pay for the children's private schools and to hopefully enable her sister to forget, at least for a little while, that she had not married the man of her dreams.
As if anyone had!
Instead of feeling encouraged by it, the sight of all that money had only served to bring associations that caused Sada pain that, after all these years of trying, she still could not endure. Tucking the bills back into their hiding place she closed the wall safe and camouflaged it, once again behind the painting. Then she walked to an ice blue tufted satin chair, sat down and crossed her long, shapely legs in anticipation of Evan's momentary appearance.
As the gold clock chimed the hour there was a soft knocking at the chamber door.
"Who is it?" Sada asked... just the way she always did... exactly according to the unspoken rules of their game.
"It's Evan here, ma'am." The clipped, British speech pattern was thick with need, with subservience, with deep despair. "May I please come in? Will you see me?"
Sada willed away the last of her personal thoughts and gave herself over to her part of their agreement. "Have you been a good boy, Evan?" she called, in exactly the same manner in which she would have dealt with an errant child.
There was a lengthy, noticeable pause.
"No, ma'am. I'm afraid not."
"Well then, you know what that means, don't you? You know what will happen if you walk through that door."
Again, that meaningful silence.
"Yes, ma'am. I know. I'm ready.'"
"Very well then. You may enter."
The gold knob turned and, very slowly, the door eased open on silent hinges. Framed in the opening a short, slender man stood, wearing a grey, pin-striped suit and clutching an attache case in his right hand. Over his left arm a Burberry raincoat was neatly, precisely folded. He stared at the tips of his flawlessly polished shoes through rimless spectacles, a study in abject misery.
"Look at you!" Sada snapped, folding soft arms across her huge, tightly-encased breasts that jutted brazenly out against the filmy gown. "Do you dare to call yourself a man? Do you presume that you are even remotely worthy of a moment's worth of my attention?"
"No, ma'am. I am nothing. A toad. A pussywillow. A failure."
"Very well, then... as long as you know and acknowledge what is so. Come inside and close the door. I do not care for anyone to know that I even associate with the likes of you."
Evan did as he was told, without making a sound. His ability to move about, sometimes even in the heat of orgasm without noise never failed to amaze and amuse Sada. Only the whip and cane could raise the sound of his being from its hiding place, deep within him. Otherwise, he remained a mouse of a man, self-demeaned, self-denied, self-obscured.
And moving with precise, studied motions, Sada reached out toward the huge bed beside the chair. As though she were absolutely alone in the room, she lifted a long stocking of black mesh and compacted it between her palms. Then, she raised one leg high out in front of her, allowing the front of the gown to fall open, just high enough to reveal a milk white expanse of naked, silken thigh.
Behind the thick lenses, Evan's pale eyes widened and began to sparkle with unaccustomed vitality. As he watched the beautiful woman draw the stocking slowly, provocatively up over her beautifully rounded calf, the tip of his tongue flicked out and moistened dry, trembling lips.
He felt the beginnings of life between his thighs, and he wished with every fiber of his being that he could cover the evidence of his need with the raincoat. But that was forbidden, he knew. He was allowed no pretense, no pride, no options. To behave otherwise would anger his Mistress, and that was a fate worse than death.
Sada felt his fevered gaze pawing her flesh and she wished there were some way to hasten this charade they were playing. Still, she knew that she had chosen this way of earning her living. How else, she reasoned years ago, could she make so very much money in a world that demanded of its workers, at the very least, a formal education.
Indeed, her education had not been gotten at the Sorbonne, or any place even slightly resembling the classroom. Yet, in her own way she knew more than any professor about the darker side of human behavior. Her tutelage had been won, almost at the cost of her very life, at the hands of experts behind barbed-wire fences. In dark, airless, subterranean chambers whose terrors could rival the arenas of ancient Rome.
Long, perfectly manicured fingers curled up inside the thigh opening of black silk panties and extracted a garter tab. With exaggerated motion, Sada hooked the front, and then the top of her stocking into place, smoothing the length of the mesh from ankle to thigh with her hands.
"Would you like to help me put on my other stocking?" she asked, as casually as though she were ordering a Pernod at the Cafe des Etoiles.
"Oh yes, ma'am. I would be honored to serve you." Evan's voice was well on its way to turning breathless.
Sada smiled, still without looking at him. "Perhaps," she said, sighing as though with utter boredom. "Have you brought me something? Is there any reason for me to be with you at all? Certainly, it is not your manliness," she went on, deriding him in a manner at which she was more than perfection, itself. "If you were a man, you wouldn't need to be humiliated would you, Evan? If you were a man, you would be able to make love to a woman, wouldn't you? If you were a real man, you would have a big prick, which you would force between a woman's thighs and shove high and deep into her pussy. Isn't that so?"
"Please, no more. I beg of you." Evan was trembling visibly, now, a leaf in the wind, clinging for dear life to a branch, threatening to dislodge him. "I'll do anything... I'll give you anything..."
"What will you give me?" Sada's eyebrow arched meaningfully, challenging the frightened man who quaked in his shoes before her.
"Look, I've brought you this, today." Evan reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out an envelope. He extended it in Sada's direction.
As she lifted the paper out of his quivering fingers, she fought to suppress her amused laughter. The intricately embossed hallmark of the bank, of which Evan was a powerful and respected Director faced up at her, foolish-looking in the midst of a Paris brothel.
As though it didn't matter, Sada opened the envelope... slowly, languidly, knowing that every moment of delay brought untold suffering to Evan's fevered brain. Inside, just as always, two crisp, hundred franc notes were neatly tucked side by side. Payment for the realization of Evan's innermost desires.
"This will do," Sada said, tossing the envelope onto a matching chair.
"Oh thank you... thank you!" Evan hurried across the chamber, dropping his coat and attache case en route. He fell to his knees in front of Sada and lifted her naked foot worshipfully in both of his hands.
She arched her sole as he slipped off the high-heeled shoe and pressed the leather to his face. Eyes closed, he inhaled deeply and an expression of utter rapture softened his pointy features.
Sada leaned forward and slapped his face, hard. The shoe flew out of his fingers and landed with a muffled thud on the deep rug.
"My stocking!" she commanded, pointing to the article draped on top of the soft, pink coverlet on the bed.
"Yes, ma'am. Forgive me."
Evan reached for the mesh cylinder and fondled the material lovingly, reverently between his thin fingers. Then he slid his hand into the center, bunching it soundlessly.
Sada stretched her naked left leg and placed the sole of her foot directly against the hard bulge between Evan's squatting thighs. Inside his Regent Street trousers, she felt the pulsating response to the contact. Pitiful little man, she thought. He was always the same.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," Evan murmured, as he slid the stocking slowly, carefully up over the beautifully rounded calf and smoothed the area about Sada's shapely knee. His palms were slick with perspiration by the time he reached the soft, pliant expanse of her bare inner thigh.
He attempted to draw the long garter tab out from beneath her panties, but his hands were shaking too violently to coordinate. They fumbled blindly, trapped amid the nest of soft, ebony curls.
Sada pressed down swiftly, cruelly with the sole of her foot and pushed. "Clumsy idiot!" she snapped. "Can't you do anything correctly?"
Evan's features were twisted with pain. His groin screamed in protest where his balls had been pressed as she'd kicked him. He fell backward, landing hard on his soft bottom. There he remained, gazing up at the woman through eyes misted over with tears.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I swear, it won't happen again. Don't deny me the honor of helping you dress. I beg of you!"
Sada had long since tired of this game, but she knew that in her way she was every bit as trapped as Evan. This awareness, she was able to translate into anger which permitted her to continue with apparent sincerity.
"All right, but be quick about it! And don't think you will not be punished for scratching my flesh with your fingernail."
Evan bit his lower lip as visions of his punishment impelled him back into eager action. Rocking forward onto his knees, he reached very carefully up underneath Sada's black panties, found the edge of the garter and drew it out into the open. With precise, expert motions, he snapped the little hooks into place, front and rear, and then sat back on his haunches, awaiting Sada's next command.
"Well now, I think we are ready to begin," she said, pulling the gauzy chiffon over her leg. "What have you brought in your attache case, Evan?"
As though suddenly recharged with adrenalin, Evan scurried quickly to his feet and raced across the room. Lifting the rectangular alligator container, he snapped open its gold locks and lifted a thin leather riding crop out into view.
"So, it is to be the crop this evening, is it?" Sada asked rhetorically.
Evan nodded eagerly, eyes smiling and bright.
"Very well. Bring it here, you naughty boy."
He placed the attache case carefully down and hurried back to hand the dark brown instrument into his Mistress's graceful fingers.
"You have been very bad, haven't you?" Sada said.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you must be punished, is that not so?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Severely?"
"Quite. I deserve the beating."
"Then it is a beating you shall have, my boy. Drop your trousers."
Evan's face turned purple with shame and he avoided Sada's direct gaze. Butterfly light fingers fluttered to his belt buckle and opened the metal clasp. A soft, rasping sound announced the opening of his fly. A moment later, his trousers dropped to his ankles, and he looked at the woman in front of him.
Sada threw her head back, making her long, shining black hair dance in glistening waves about her shoulders. She laughed as long as she thought it sounded honest, before speaking again.
"I have seen stronger, more muscular legs in a Coq-au-Vin," she derided. "How do you dare to go on living?"
Evan hung his head in shame. "I know, Mistress. You are quite correct. I am worthless, nothing. You honor me with your punishment."
"Take off your jacket and vest," she said, with a perfunctory wave of her hand. "You look absolutely ridiculous. And, for heaven's sake, dispose of that hideous tie!"
Evan's obedient response was instantaneous. In moments, he stood in his shirt, its tails hanging wrinkled about his white shorts.
"Come stand closer to me." Sada's tone was deceptively benign.
Evan shuffled across the distance between them, his movement gawky and tethered by the pants clumped around his ankles. He looked ridiculous and he knew it. And the gleam in his eyes told how much he loved this.
When he was standing beside her, Sada began to finger the whip, caressing the thin, hard rod as though it were a man's erect organ. Suddenly, she looked up at Evan through mean, narrowed eyes.
"Well, what are you waiting for, you fool? Pull down your undershorts and bare your bottom. You don't expect mercy, after what you've done, do you?"
"Oh no, ma'am. No mercy at all!" Evan breathed, and pushed his shorts down to his crumpled trousers.
"Lift up those shirttails and bend over. Now!"
The flat, flabby cheeks of his bottom were the color of plucked chicken skin. Sada regarded them carefully, and suddenly, without warning, other pictures, other bodies leaped into her mind's eye, and she could hear the sounds of terrified pleading from another time...
* * *
"Achtung! Nemmin dein hosen! Strip off your clothes! Spread your legs. You... come here. What is your name?
She could not answer.
The German officer slapped her resoundingly across the face. Back and forth, until her eardrums felt as though they were going to burst.
"On your knees, prisoner!"
"Please, don't... you're hurting me!"
The searing pain as his fingers squeezed mercilessly over her bared nipple. The sound of his laughter... cruel, maniacal as he thrust his fingers in between her young thighs.
"On your back... unless you want to go to the gas chamber with the rest of your friends!"
And then the sight of his massive body, towering over her. That thick, long weapon driving in between her legs... tearing, ripping, setting her entrails on fire...
* * *
The ache in her right shoulder brought Sada back to the present with electrifying speed. Sometime, unnoticed, she had gotten to her feet. She stood now, the riding crop hanging loosely in her grasp.
Before her, Evan's ass cheeks were criss-crossed with bloody stripes from the whipping he'd just taken. His skin was swollen and raw, from the base of his honey spine to the backs of his knees.
He remained bent almost double. His entire body shook with pain and weeping. The hacks of his balls hung far from Ms body, almost hairless, an irresistible target.
Trembling with her own torrent of emotion, Sada swung the riding crop upward, aiming the little leather loop on the end directly toward the pink sac between Evan's shapeless thighs.
Her aim was true, and the leather snapped against the tender flesh. Evan leaped forward and sank to his knees. Immediately, he doubled up and rolled onto his side, hugging himself and rocking back and forth in the midst of his agony.
Sada forced herself back, completely, to the here and now.
"Will you ever do it again?" she demanded, her tone rippling with feelings that had nothing to do with the quivering excuse for a man at her feet.
"No, no... I swear it! Ill he good from now on. Please, ma'am. Spare me!"
Sada sighed with relief, as her memories slipped silently out of sight, for now.
"Very well, Bridgett. Put on your uniform, then, and let us see if you can behave yourself, after all."
"Oh yes, ma'am. Thank you. Thank you!" Even reached forward and pressed his lips to the hem of Sada's veil-like gown. Then, he crawled back on his hands and knees, to where the attache case lay waiting.
From inside, he removed a pair of woman's nylon panties and a tiny, lace-edged apron. Quickly, he pulled off his shoes and socks, and pushed his trousers and undershorts off his legs. His shirt and undershirt followed, until all his clothing lay scattered about him.
Grasping the panties, he pulled himself painfully to a standing position and balanced on alternate legs as he shimmied into the feminine undergarment. Quickly, he wrapped the apron around his narrow waist and tied a big bow behind himself.
"How may I serve you, ma'am?" The tone of his voice had risen two octaves from its normal pitch.
Sada ambled across the room, her back to him, swinging her voluptuous hips loosely as she moved toward the bed. There, she sat herself down on the edge and leaned backward, bracing herself on her palms.
"My cunt needs washing."
"Oh yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am!"
"You forgot your shoes, Bridgett," she reminded him, as he started in her direction.
Instantly, Evan minced across the room and lifted the high-heeled leather pumps that Sada had worn earlier. It never failed to amuse her that his little feet were exactly the same size as her own. She watched as he slipped the shoes on, before wobbling back toward where she waited.
Evan knew exactly what to do, what was expected of him. Without another word, he fell to his knees in front of Sada, parted the gossamer-thin folds of her gown and began to kiss his way up her leg.
She could feel the warmth of his breath penetrating the delicate crotch area of her black panties. She parted her thighs a little wider, responding, despite herself, to the motions of his lips and tongue.
Absently, her fingers moved to the single bow at the top of her peignoir. Sada unfastened the gown and let it slide soundlessly off her powdered shoulders and down her arms. It spread about her on the bed like a formless shadow, immediately forgotten.
Evan tilted his head back and his eyes opened wide with desire. As always, he was thrilled at the sight of Sada's huge breasts, firmly encased in a black leather brassiere that had holes at the tips of the cups, through which her thumb sized, deeply-rouged nipples protruded brazenly.
"Yes, Bridgett, you may kiss them," Sada answered Use unspoken question knowing, as -always, her -customer's every desire.
"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you!" Evan raised himself, still on his knees, and pressed Ms bps to one of the thick, dark nubs of flesh. The flat of his tongue laved the ripe nipple, bringing it to full size and stiffness. Then, he drew the warm, erected knob, in past his lips and suckled it hire a hungry infant.
"The other." Sada's tone was imperious.
"Mmmmm," Evan murmured, quickly shifting his mouth onto her right nipple and repeating the mouthing ritual until the skin glistened and swelled.
"Very well, now, Bridget!. Let us not forget the task you must perform on my quim."
"No, ma'am!" Evan agreed heartily.
He dove back between her full, rounded thighs and reached for the elastic band at the top of her panties. Lovingly, he fondled the soft fabric for a few moments, before hooking his fingers inside the garment.
The soft silk rustled electrically as Evan slid it down over Sada's Mps and thighs. His eyes feasted on the sight of her thick, dark nest of pubic hair, and the deep, soft furrow that bisected the triangle.
Little droplets of liquid had trickled out through the crack and were clinging and glistening on the soft curls. Tense with desire, Evan thrust himself forward and buried his face in the fragrant bush.
Sada closed her eyes and gave herself over to the provocative sensations of the man's tongue as it lapped up and down along the edges of the crevice. She felt the contractions beginning up inside her hole, and soon the smell of her own juices seemed to thicken the air.
She pulled her heels up onto the edge of the mattress and spread her knees wide, making more room for Evan's bobbing head between her quivering thighs. As his tongue moved deeper and deeper into her hot, moist tunnel, she eased her back down flat on the bed and reached for the throbbing points of her stiff nipples.
Her thumbs and forefingers captured the aching tips of her breasts and she rolled them back and forth like small pebbles in her hands. The feelings of excitement raced through her body, leaping over her flesh like quicksilver, wrenching a hoarse, anguished groan from her soft throat.
"Open me up wider," she commanded, thrusting her furry pillow roughly against Evan's buried face. "Put your tongue in further, if you know what's good for you."
Evan obeyed immediately. He framed her dripping cleft with his fingers and spread the outer lips wide apart, revealing an expanse of glistening pink tissue. Hungrily, eagerly, he tongued the delicate flesh, inside and out, swallowing the liquid offerings that flowed copiously out of her trembling body.
Her clitoris poked its swollen head out from between the protective folds of surrounding flesh. Immediately, Evan sucked the bulbous knob in between his lips and started to tease the throbbing protuberance with a quick, darting tongue.
Sada's body began to glisten with sweat. She felt the heat burning across her brow, searing her throbbing body inside and out.
She was not surprised, moments later, when Peter's face appeared behind her closed eyelids. Thrilled that his youth remained intact, she shivered with delight at the sight of those blond curls, the deep, piercing, cobalt blue eyes, the strong, square jaw. A quarter of a century had not changed him in the slightest, nor had it altered her limitless love for the handsome young boy.
Yielding, she was back with him again. Loving Peter. Loving life...
* * *
"We mustn't, darling. It's not right. Not until we're married."
His body relaxed, suddenly, and he pulled Sada into his arms, stroking her soft, dark hair.
"I know, I know," he whispered. "But that might not be for years. There's talk of a war. A great war. And I love you so much, Sada. So very much."
Her heart felt as if it was going to break with love for him. "I'll let you touch me, but you have to promise you won't put it inside of me. Give me your word."
"My life... anything," he murmured, drawing her down onto the bed with him.
The beginnings of a beard tickled down over the curve of her belly, but Sada didn't mind. Happily, she parted her thighs and allowed the blond boy to gaze at the treasure she was saving for him and him alone.
Suddenly, his bps burrowed through her pillow and his tongue found her moist, narrow opening. And in five minutes, she had experienced something almost as precious as life, itself...
The sound of her own sobbing jolted her back to Paris. Sada undulated her hips and belly as the violent contractions peaked and began to wane.
Down between her legs, Evan was busily swallowing the liquid offerings of her body, gulping down her love juices as though they were his very own sustenance. His mouth made loud, slurping sounds as he strove to catch every single drop and take it down into his belly.
And then, sighing softly, he collapsed at her feet.
Sada lay quietly for a few minutes, waiting for the misery inside herself to totally dissolve back to unconsciousness. With all the spirit she could muster, she willed away the tightness in her throat and the aching, deep in her chest.
One of these days, she supposed, her memories were going to drive her mad.
Unless, by some miracle, she found some way to let the past go, once and for all.
A hopeless sigh of resignation escaped her Ups. Cutting off her right arm, she knew, would be an easier task.
CHAPTER TWO
The drizzle had now become mixed with wet snow. Sada turned the collar of her fur coat up against the driving wind and moved quickly toward the huge white dome of Sacse-Coeur, hoping that all the taxis had not been snatched up. As always, on the nights when she went to visit Deborah and Emile, her concern about leaving the 'business' in the hands of the half-dozen girls who worked for her fought for prominence in her mind. Once again, she felt herself starting to worry, picturing her return, later in the evening, with everything having been stolen from her.
Would she never get over this, she wondered. Would there never come a day when she could leave a place and simply know that the danger of things never being the same was over?
Others had lived through the war, she knew. Somehow, some way, they had taught themselves to adjust. Of course, no one would ever forget, but nobody suffered the way she did. Even Deborah smiled sincerely, often, delighting in the children that were not really her own. Life was going on all around her, it was true. Yet, inside, Sada felt nothing but a stillness. An emptiness. A lingering death.
When she arrived at Emile and Deborah's flat on Rue St. Denis, the table was set and tempting, delightful odors of home cooking were wafting from the kitchen out into all the other rooms. Sada willed aside a pang of agony as the fragrance and the memory of her mother's cooking began to overwhelm her sense of self-control.
"Bonsoir, ma tante." Regine, the youngest smiled up at Sada and offered her smooth little cheek for the customary kiss.
Sada scooped the lovely, seven-year old into her arms and hugged the child tightly, telling herself over and over that the world was safe for little ones, now. And that history would not dare repeat itself. The world would not stand for it. No world could.
"Mama is inside, doing the cooking."
"I know," Sada answered. "I can smell it."
"Good evening, Sada." Emile rose from his deeply-cushioned chair in the living room and put aside his newspaper and eyeglasses. "You are looking well."
"And you as well," Sada lied, pretending not to notice the circles that had darkened noticeably underneath her brother-in-law's serious eyes. "It's terrible outside, isn't it?" She allowed him to help her off with her coat, and observed that his hands were shaking slightly.
"I wouldn't complain about going out into the snow, if there was work to be done," Emile's words came rushing out of him, a torrent of pent-up feeling.
Sada touched his arm lightly. "You mustn't blame yourself," she said, lowering her voice. "These are bad times. Many men, fine men, are experiencing the same problem. But there is tomorrow, Emile. You mustn't forget about that. Your new job will find you soon."
Emile smiled, his admiration clear in his expression. "Sada, how can you always be so cheerful, so full of optimism? Does nothing frighten you at all?"
His question, though innocent, was enough to stiffen Sada's spine, like an actress stepping out to begin a performance, she widened the smile across her face and kissed Emile lightly on the cheek. "This is Paris, darling," she said. "Nobody need be frightened in Paris, remember?" And with that, she waltzed past him and headed for the kitchen.
Deborah welcomed her with outstretched arms, the love gleaming brightly in her huge, dark eyes. "What a night to have to come out, eh?" she said, speaking in French, in deference to Sada's distaste for their first language, German.
"To see you and the children and, of course, Emile," Sada hoped the afterthought was not obvious. "What is a little bad weather? Besides, I have something for you." Her tone was suddenly softer, mildly conspiratorial.
Deborah's forehead wrinkled with curiosity as she watched her sister burrow down to the bottom of a deep leather bag. Moments later, Sada's graceful hand reappeared, clutching the white envelope.
"Here," she whispered, pushing the packet of bills into Deborah's apron pocket.
Deborah started to protest, but Sada silenced her with one took.
"Don't be a fool, Deborah. I have plenty. This is for you and the children. I know that the new term is starting. What do I need it for. I am by myself. Be quiet and don't say anything to Emile. Achh! Men and their pride! Do they never learn." She kissed Deborah on the cheek again and peeked under a white porcelain cover. "Stroganoff? Deborah, what is the occasion? I hope you didn't go to this trouble and expense just because I was coming."
Deborah's cheeks flushed slightly. She averted her gaze from Sada's reproachful stare. Even as children, Deborah could never keep a secret.
"All right, little sister, out with it! What is brewing behind your mother's face?" Even now, the resemblance was enough to drive a wedge of pain through Sada's breast. She fought the picture that threatened to rear its ugly head, to destroy her ability to enjoy the present.
Deborah dried her hands on her apron, a nervous, unnecessary action that testified to her nervousness. "You have to promise that you will not be angry with me."
"Angry with you? What for? What have you done?" Sada smiled devilishly. "You have lost Danielle and Franco!" Sada mocked alarm at the mention of the other children.
Deborah laughed tightly. "No, no. I sent them to a neighbor for the evening. All three I children, under the circumstances. Well, I thought they might be too much of a distraction."
Sada eyed her sister suspiciously. "What circumstances, Deborah? Why did you send the others out for the evening?"
Deborah swallowed hard, fighting, obviously, to summon up the courage to confess. "We're going to have other company at dinner." Her shoulders slumped with relief once the words were out.
Sada arched a perfectly-shaped eyebrow. "What other company?"
Deborah cleared her throat, and looked very guilty. "His name is Jean-Michel. Emile met him at his last job and they take coffee together, at the Chat Noir. I have already met him and I promise you, he is a very nice man. Clean and well mannered and... " "So, now you and Emile are going into the matchmaking business!" Sada felt herself starting to tremble as the anger and fear whirled through her brain. Deborah had struck a nerve, and Sada felt as though she wanted to turn and flee, before she might be forced to confront a truth about herself that she could not tolerate.
"Please, do not be angry," Deborah pleaded, her eyes opening wide and hopeful. "I worry about you, Sada. A woman, alone all these years. It is not right. You should be married and have children of your own."
"I have yours."
Deborah shook her head. "Everything I have, I owe to you. The children... they make my life worth living. What would I have done without your money to bring them to me and your connections for the adoption?"
Sada smiled. Deborah's open flattery never failed to embarrass her. She wondered what her sister would think if she knew that the Ambassador cut through the red tape of adoption in return for a handful of negatives and photographs.
Deborah was so innocent, Sada realized. Even now, after all these years and everything they had been through. It was as though the woman still possessed the faith of a child, although, for the life of her, Sada could not understand how such an attitude could be possible.
"You must let me try and do something for you, for a change," Deborah was saying, still feeling the need to explain her behavior. "What will it hurt for you to meet this man, perhaps take an aperitif with him later in the evening... "
"Perhaps, une petite affaire," Sada interrupted accusingly, mimicking her sister's ingenuous tone and manner. "Really, Deborah. You are too much. I don't know what I am going to do with you."
Deborah searched her sister's face, hoping to find a softening of mood reflected in the eyes, the comers of the mouth. "And would that be so bad, do you think? Is it natural for a woman to spend her whole life sewing dresses for a designer who will not even give her credit for her work? Who is to say that you will not like this man? How can you know before you meet him?"
"I know, Deborah. Believe me, I know." Sada felt a familiar heaviness weighting down her shoulders. She could not tell Deborah the truth, even though she longed to. There were so many lies between them, so many deceptions. And now, she knew that she must be silent, for to confess the real reason for her discomfort would be to say far too much. The devil in all of us is best left behind closed doors,' as Mama used to say.
"Very well, but only this time," Sada relented, pleased at the smile that leaped immediately across Deborah's features. "But you must promise me that you will never take it upon yourself to do this again. Never, do you understand?"
Deborah was far too pleased with the way things had gone to commit herself in such a way. "We shall see," she answered, shooing Sada out of the kitchen with the excuse of having to finish her preparations for dinner.
They were sitting in the parlor when the knock came at the door. Reflexively, Sada's spine stiffened, and she felt the muscles in her belly pull tight with apprehension.
"I will answer," Emile said, getting to his feet and winking at Sada. "I am glad to see that Jean is precisely on time."
"Bonjour Emile. Comment vas-tu?"
"Bien, Jean-Michel. Very well. Come in, come in. Dinner is all ready." He stepped back and ushered the man into the flat. "Jean, I would like to present my sister-in-law, Sada..."
"Sada suppressed the last of her fear and smiled upward. The man was tall, handsome. Dark hair and slightly greying temples framed an open, available expression. The jaw was strong, square, with a deep cleft in the middle. The eyes were grey-blue and gentle.
"I am very pleased to meet you." She extended her hand gracefully and repressed a shudder as soft, full lips were pressed to her knuckles. He was a nice man. It was as Deborah had predicted. Still, even so, Sada did not think she could overcome the barriers of a lifetime... not even to please her darling sister.
Jean-Michel was surprisingly conversational and well informed. Sada chatted easily with him through dinner, pleased that there were no long silences, no uncomfortable lapses in the talk. The evening seemed to melt away, amidst many bursts of amiable laughter and the exchanges of stories.
And Sada said yes to Jean's offer to accompany her home, before she'd stopped to remember what was going to be expected of her.
The fact that Deborah and Emile were practically beside themselves with pleasure and self-congratulation did not fail to escape her as Sada made her goodbyes and allowed Jean-Michel to help her on with her coat. Downstairs, she waited passively as he unlocked the passenger door of his blue Peugeot and held it open for her.
How long had it been since a man had showed her this kind of consideration? Sada wondered. How odd to be with someone who was not paying for the privilege. But now, she knew, it would be expected that she turn into a playful, helpless kitten. A model of the passive, charming lady. A charade, which she had never been able to afford.
Sada listened to him talk and responded in all the right places in the conversation. Still, it was his physical presence that most occupied her thoughts, her awarenesses.
Could it be possible, she conjectured, that she was capable, for even the course of one evening, to put aside the past? Might she allow herself to enjoy this man's company, the way millions of other women enjoyed the attentions of a lover? Did she dare to even try?
They drove through L'Etoile, and Jean commented at the beauty of the lights shining on the great arch, seemingly iridescent in the misty, wet night. Sada experienced a pang of remorse. Here she was, in the company of a handsome, eligible man in what was reputed to be one of the most romantic places on earth... and what was she thinking? How to be rid of him, before the great confrontation occurred?
Perhaps Deborah was right. Perhaps, after twenty years it would be acceptable to try again. After all, she was not exactly a stranger to the sight of a naked man!
And yet, there was that undeniable difference that she perceived immediately about the one sitting next to her. This was no Evan Spencer, to be dominated and manipulated as a marionette. This was a man who was comfortable with himself and comfortable with women. Certainly, he must have many others, with his handsome face and trim body.
Would she measure up? Would going to bed with him necessarily reveal her secrets? Was she still capable of responding normally to a normal human being?
It was a challenge. A dare. And, on the spur of the moment, without really knowing why, Sada suddenly decided to accept it.
* * *
Her personal apartment, which she rarely used, was just off the Avenue Foch, in a neighborhood dotted with the Parisian pied-a-terre of practically every internationally famous monetary giant. These five rooms, furnished in muted beiges and greys were the only self-indulgence that Sada permitted herself. Aside from providing the front she needed, when entertaining people like Deborah and Emile and those others who did not know how she truly came to afford it, it served as a tangible reminder, to her own mind, of an ascent from the depths of hell into the lifestyle of the powerful and successful of the world. Here, in her private world, she could pretend that such ambiance was always hers, and sometimes, she could even forget that for herself, comfort and security were never, never to be taken for granted.
"The costumes you design must be very popular." Jean looked around the tastefully-decorated sitting room, with its floor-to-ceiling glass doors, and was visibly impressed.
Sada liked that. It put them on a more even level. He would take extra pains to please her, now, for she apparently was not a woman without independence and basis for comparison.
"What will you drink while I change?" she asked, opening the double doors to the armoire that held liquor and glasses.
"Brandy and soda, thank you." He settled himself into a comer of the sofa and leaned against the deep, velvet cushions.
Sada poured from a fresh bottle of Remy Martin for both of them and carried the glasses into the kitchen for ice. Alone, for a moment, she leaned against the wall and willed away the turbulence threatening to rise from within her, once more.
She was going to do this.
She was going to give herself the chance to come back to life.
Didn't she owe it to herself? What, after all, did she have to gain in keeping a covenant with the dead? Certainly, if such a thing were possible, Peter would be the first to forgive her.
"Forgive me for taking so long," Sada said, smiling, as she handed Jean-Michel his glass, then clicked her own against its rim. "What shall we drink to?" The convincing coyness in her own words amused her.
"To this evening?" The smile in the man's eyes was unmistakable.
"Very well," she agreed, tacitly telling him that she accepted his offer of lovemaking. "Please feel free to help yourself to another. I won't be gone for long." And with that, Sada disappeared into her bedroom.
She felt like a schoolgirl, suddenly, indecisive and disorganized about choosing her outfit. This was unlike her, and Sada refused to submit to such foolishness for another moment. After all, considering all the men she'd been with, was there really any reason to doubt that she could please this one?
But that was not the real issue, and she knew it. The question that loomed, large and threatening in her mind, was whether or not this man would be able to please her.
She had decided on mauve. An undergown with a tight, Empire waist that accentuated the full thrust of her huge breasts. And a flowing, diaphanous peignoir of matching color that plunged deep, revealing lots of cleavage.
Hardly subtle, Sada told herself, when she'd dabbed some fresh fragrance in all the right places and was brushing her shining, dark hair to a high sheen. Still, subtlety was not really the order of the day. They both wanted the same thing. The only question was whether she, too, would achieve her goal.
Jean raised his glass in silent tribute to Sada's undeniable beauty as she glided back into the sitting room, emanating a cloud of lilac wherever she moved. "Emile's descriptions have not ever done you justice," he said, in the charming manner that the French have of implying an erection, never further than moments away.
Sada allowed herself to enjoy the compliment as she settled herself beside him on the couch. "Emile can hardly know everything about me, comprenez-vous?"
The twinkle in Jean's huge eyes spoke far more eloquently than any words he might have chosen. Without a trace of gaucherie, he gathered Sada into his arms and covered her peach colored mouth with his own.
This was not as she remembered it. But then, Peter's last kiss had been so very long ago, could she still be sure?
Sada pushed her memories aside and fought to remain in the present. She parted her lips and accepted the tip of Jean's tongue in between them, allowing herself to taste him, to experience him fully.
He seemed to smell of herbs, and as she ran the tips of her fingers through the little hairs at the nape of his neck, Sada became aware of his hardness, his intense masculinity. It frightened her, at first, and she wanted to pull away, but his arms were wound around her and his fingers were drawing free form designs up and down her back.
As his left palm moved around to cup her breast, Sada thought back to Peter's touch. Innocent. Sweet. Simple. Yes, there was quite a difference between a man and a boy. Any man. Even a nice one, like this.
His fingers found her nipple and began to caress the button of flesh through the thin material surrounding her body. Sada leaned into his palm and listened to the sound of his breathing growing shallow and rapid, the all-to-familiar sounds of the male animal in rut...
* * *
"Such a sweet little girl!" The officer shoved his tongue into her ear and started to lick the tender flesh deep inside.
Sada couldn't breath. The full weight of his body, flattening hers into the floorboards felt as though it were going to crush the very life out of her.
His breath smelled of 'wurst' and the heavy odor of garlic and beer was threatening to make her ill. And still, he kept breathing, panting against her neck as he forced himself deeply, painfully into her starving body.
Sada turned her head, hoping to at least avoid the smell of him.
"So, I am not good enough to kiss!"
His hand slapped back and forth, snapping her head from side to side. "You do not want your lips on my mouth? You will have your lips on something else, fraulein!"
And with that, he pulled out of her, crawled up over her chest and forced his huge, dripping organ deep down into her throat...
* * *
Jean's long, dexterous fingers were sliding in underneath the deep neck opening of her gown. Sada sighed deeply, pretending a pleasure she did not really feel as his touch pressed into the full softness of her silken breast.
"Beautiful," he murmured, nuzzling the side of her neck and kissing his way over the curve of her shoulder. "Absolutely beautiful."
She felt his fingertips coaxing her nipple toward erectness, and Sada felt grateful that at least her body was not betraying her to this man. What she knew, she knew. And an audience of one was more than enough.
Still, perhaps, later on she could manage...
His free hand had moved onto her back again and was beginning to caress its way up and down her spine. Sada shivered, not from lust but from fear. He must never see those I scars. She must be absolutely certain to make sure that the stripes across her back and shoulders remained within the safety of her own, personal awareness. It was time, now, to insure her secret.
"Why don't we go inside?" she murmured in a voice that was liquid silk. "I prefer the moonlight to these lamps, don't you?"
"Whatever you wish." Jean was more than happy to comply.
They walked to the bedroom in silence.
Sheer, white curtains covered the full length windows in the bedroom. True to Sada's word, there was moonlight drifting in, but not more than enough to silhouette and shadow the two of them.
Jean eased her around into his embrace and sought her mouth hungrily with his own. She leaned into the kiss, hoping absently that a miracle would happen tonight, that somehow, her system would permit this man to affect her, as no other man had in twenty years.
His fingers brushed their way down over her sides and settled around the curve of her hips, kneading the soft flesh there gently, coaxing her closer to his tall, hard body.
She moved against him, aware of the stiffness between his legs. His thighs, tight-muscled and tense, pressed against her own, and she could feel his heart beating inside his ribcage.
From long experience at this kind of deception, she ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly. Believing her, Jean ran his hands up between their bodies and cupped her breasts tenderly.
His hands were large, almost large enough to cover the huge mounds that filled the bodice of her gown. Sada pressed herself against his palms, feeling her flesh flattening from the pressure and feeling, at the same time, a tremor of excitement that ran the length of Jean's frame.
"May we lie down?" he whispered, teasing the lobe of her ear with the tip of his even, white teeth.
"Of course." She took his hand in hers and led him to her bed. "The bathroom is behind you," she whispered.
Jean leaned over and brushed his lips over hers. "I won't be but a moment," he said softly. Then, he disappeared into the murky darkness on the other side of the room.
Sada removed her peignoir, smoothed her undergown with the flat of her hands and pulled down the bedcovers. It suddenly occurred to her that this was the first man who had ever shared this bed with her, and a familiar nervousness threatened to take hold.
Still, she was determined to give herself every opportunity to fully enjoy this evening's encounter. Moving hastily, she slipped under the coverlet and thrust her hand down between her thighs.
Through the thin material of her gown, she began to stroke herself, massaging the warm crevice between her legs and summoning up fantasies to stir her flesh.
She saw the men she was accustomed to dealing with, back at her "salon". One after another, they appeared across her mind's eye as though playing out their sexuality on an inner screen.
The faces were different, but the personalities were essentially the same. To a man, they came to her for a particular specialty, a 'talent' for which she had earned more than slight renown in certain underground circles.
Each and every one of them wished to be dominated. Whipped. Humiliated. Abused. Directed.
This, Sada could do, and do well. The anger within her had translated itself into an enormous capacity to inflict erotic pain. Again and again, she reaped her revenge, although the fulfillment was never more than fleeting.
A pervasive warmth began to spread through her flesh at the fantasy of those men, groveling at her feet, whimpering and crying and begging for the mercy they didn't really want or expect. Sada shivered, and brought her free hand to her breast, toying with the nipple as she continued to stimulate her throbbing slit.
Then, suddenly, there was the soft sound of a door handle turning, a latch sliding open.
Sada pulled both hands up over the covers and smoothed the edges of her hairdo. Reflexively, she smiled in the direction of the sound, even though Jean Paul wasn't nearly close enough to see her face.
His bare feet padded softly across the thick carpet and a moment later, the mattress dipped beneath the weight of his knee.
He leaned over and covered her mouth with his, parting her lips with his tongue and tracing the edges of her teeth. Sada wound her soft arms around his shoulders and drew him toward her, rubbing the base of his neck and purring softly as their kiss continued.
Jean-Michel kissed his way along the line of her jaw and down into the perfumed hollow of her silken throat. His lips slid along the flawless skin, adoring its perfection, tasting its tart sweetness. At the same time, he drew the coverlet down below her breasts.
Sada kept her eyes closed as he moved his mouth downward, burrowing into the deep valley between the tops of her breasts. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and traced the lovely hills of flesh that protruded above the gown, making soft, slurping sounds in the darkness of the bedroom.
She felt nothing.
Unaware of this, Jean hooked one of his fingers inside the top edge of Sada's gown and drew the gauzy material downward, bearing her right breast. A moment later, he captured the bare nipple between his lips and sucked it inward, while at the same time, the flat of his tongue laved the blunt-edged tip.
Sada stroked the crown of his head rhythmically, pressing him a little more tightly to her naked breast. His manner, his approach were gentle, considerate, and although she was not responding with anything remotely resembling passion, she did not object to his closeness, really. And she made no move to protest when he pushed the other side of her neckline downward, until the bodice was tucked below the swell of her bosom.
Now, Jean had one of her naked breasts in each of his huge hands. He bent his head and alternated his kisses between the perfectly shaped mounds, lingering at the nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh there with a quick, knowing tongue, until both points stood up high and wet. Sada kept her eyes closed and allowed him the freedom of her body. She could tell that he was loving every moment of this, flying high on her closeness and her near nakedness. And he had no idea... no idea at all about the barriers that were preventing her from being with him fully, in spirit and desire.
His mouth kissed its way eagerly upward again until it found her own, once more. This time, Jean's kiss was stronger, harder, more insistent as he slid his tongue into her mouth and pulled her close to him.
He pushed the coverlet the rest of the way down, sending it over the edge of the mattress with his foot. Sada permitted herself to be guided by him, and rolled fully into his embrace, stretching her body out, full length, against his own.
Jean was hard. His long, thick cock pressed tightly against Sada's thigh, and she could feel the eager flesh throbbing through the thin material of her gown. A pang of fear ripped through her, and she clung more tightly to him, as though by holding on, somehow, she could gain courage and strength from his body.
He reached his arm down and began to slide the silken fabric of her gown up over her legs.
Sada lifted herself slightly, permitting the garment to bunch high up over her hips. Then, suddenly irritated by the clumsiness of the situation, she moved slightly away, slipped the gown over her head and tossed it off into the darkness.
Fully naked now, she lay on her back in the darkness, waiting, hoping for Jean to excite her beyond herself. The awareness of her nudity, so very close to his own impelled him to begin exploring her body with the tips of his fingers.
He traced the outline of her form, beginning with the soft, powdered curve of her shoulder, up and down the length of her arm, over the curve of her breasts and onto the softly rounded rise of her belly.
Sada continued to stroke the nape of Jean's neck, intensely aware of the fact that his touch had come to a standstill, just above the thick bush of her pubic nest.
"What is the matter?" she whispered softly, after a few more moments had elapsed.
"Nothing. Nothing really." Jean was obviously lying.
"No... please... tell me," Sada insisted, sliding two fingers to his jawline and turning his face in her direction.
"I seem to sense... " Again he hesitated. "I don't know exactly how to phrase this, Sada. I feel as though you are not completely involved in what we are doing."
She fought not to bolt and run like a frightened antelope. "Is that so?" she whispered, winding her arms around his shoulders. "Come over here and I'll show you just how involved I am."
She pulled him toward her and brought his mouth down over her own. At the same time, she urged him over on top of her and spread her legs wide, allowing him to adjust his body in between her soft thighs.
The length of his erection extended from the crevice of her vagina far up past her navel. Sada wound her arms more tightly around his wide shoulders and sucked Jean's tongue all the way down into her throat.
More than anything else, she was aware of the burning heat emanating from his throbbing organ. The hardness of it, trapped between their naked bodies and, of course, its impressive size.
Slowly, purposefully, she began to undulate her pelvis, rubbing herself up against his taut flesh. She moved her belly in such a way as to make it roll his penis back and forth, rubbing the sensitive underside of the massive organ, teasing him beyond control.
Jean groaned and wound his arms about her, shoving his hands down beneath the backs of her hips.
Inside herself, Sada smiled, relieved. She had fooled him into believing her. Men were so easy to deceive, she thought to herself, as she felt him kneading the soft flesh of her buttocks with his trembling fingers. Men were like little children, really. And she'd never met a one
that wasn't a slave to his penis... except, of course, for Peter.
He slid downward a little, and the head of his cock moved into the warm, furry nest between Sada's thighs. Deftly, she twisted her body and closed her thighs, quickly, trapping his stiff tool between them, its upper side lodged between her nether lips, its head thrust backward into the warm valley between her buttocks.
She flexed the muscles of her thighs and squeezed his erection more tightly, rubbing herself back and forth around the length of it, teasing Jean into a state of near madness.
His mouth was suddenly, everywhere, on her breasts, on her shoulders, up and down along the side of her neck. At the same time, he humped his hips wildly, sliding his rigid shaft harder and faster against and between Sada's soft, yielding flesh.
If nothing else, she knew, she had to show this man a wonderful time. It would not do for someone... especially someone so close to her family to even guess at her terrible secret.
By the time Jean left her, she vowed, she was going to make it her business to convince him that she was one of the most passionate women he'd ever met.
She flattened her palms against his hard chest and gently eased him off and over onto his side. Then, humming deep in her throat, Sada began to cover his body with her lips.
Jean let out a low, desperate groan of pleasure that told her he was in her power now. Satisfied, Sada guided him flat onto his back and started to kiss her way downward.
His flesh was covered with a fine layer of film, and he tasted from salt as Sada nibbled her way along the tight muscles of his stomach.
She felt him responding beneath her, his body rippling as she kissed and tongued her way down into the thickness of his pubic hair, allowing her chin to graze lightly over the flesh at the root of his prick.
Purposely, knowing it would drive him wild, she avoided direct mouth-to-penis contact and slid down even further, to where she could press her lips to the insides of his thighs.
Jean cried out with pleasure and spread his legs wide apart, giving Sada full access to his genital area.
Sada knew exactly what to do... just what would please him and leave him with the point of view pertaining to her that she wanted so desperately for him to have.
Placing her hands on his thighs, she began to kiss her way in slow, moist circles over the very sensitive flesh. Her cheek brushed against his scrotum and she felt his cock flex in the darkness, throbbing with excitement and need.
She extended the tip of her tongue and began to lick her way across his balls to his other thigh. Jean jumped and shivered violently at Sada's fleeting contact, groaning from deep in his throat as she placed her mouth on his opposite thigh and started to tease him there once again, maddeningly.
The heat seemed to be pouring out of his body. Sada could actually feel it thickening the air around her as she traced the crease at the juncture of his thigh and torso, licking her way downward until her nose and mouth were hidden behind his testicles.
She found the place where his sac was joined to his body and began to tease it with the point of her tongue, knowing just where to lick and how hard to press her lips to the tender flesh.
Inspired by his enthusiastic response, Sada captured one of the heavy orbs in her mouth and rolled it lightly back and forth across her tongue, until Jean was writhing and groaning with need. His knees shot up in the air and he began to twist himself back and forth on the mattress, calling out to her, begging her for more.
Committed fully to her cause now, Sada curled her tongue around the base of his hard shaft and began to coat the heavy organ with warm, wet saliva. Everyplace she touched brought little cries that sounded like anguish, ripping up out of Jean's dry throat... and Sada knew that she was doing well. That she was accomplishing just what she'd set out to.
Suddenly, the task seemed to almost obscure the reason, as Sada began to tease the sensitive glans with the tip of her tongue. Around and around she swirled it, until at last, she allowed the thick, fat head of his cock to slip in between her warm lips.
Jean cried out in his excitement and thrust his legs straight down toward the edge of the bed. Now, his mammoth organ stood high away from his body, pulsing strongly between Sada's lips as she continued to tease and thrill the nerve endings at its tip.
Jean reached down and stroked her long hair, smoothing it with his damp palm, asking her silently for more.
And Sada was glad. She knew what he wanted now, what he so desperately needed, and she was happy to give it to him. Suddenly, she knew that she had won. From here on in, it was just a matter of mechanics.
Inch by inch, she took his pulsing rod further down into her throat, squeezing the stiff flesh with her lips, milking it with a steady, up and down motion.
The soft, wet sounds of her sucking seemed to explode with the force of gunfire around them, as Jean thrust his hips up and down, in a wild attempt to immerse himself, completely, in the warm cavern of Sada's tantalizing mouth.
She had a choice to make now, but Sada knew, at the same time, that there was no choice, really. She couldn't let him fuck her. Couldn't allow herself to yield in that way to this man... or any man, for that matter.
Surely, she had tried for this not to be so, but there it was. She was convinced that she'd made an honest attempt to change her outlook, but it hadn't worked. It wasn't Jean's fault. It was because of what life had brought to her, and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it.
Needing now to finish this and be done with the effort, Sada wrapped her fingers around the base of Jean's prick and started to jerk it up and down, in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. She felt Jean's muscle responding to her, throbbing and flexing in her mouth, seeming to grow even fatter and longer than before.
And suddenly, Sada wanted something... anything, for herself. That Jean was alone at his level of excitement was not acceptable to her, completely. And she knew what she was capable of doing.
Without removing her mouth from his erect pole, she got to her knees and began to pivot her body in the bed. In another few moments, Jean got the message and helped her, guiding her left knee across his body to the other side.
While Sada continued to suck on his throbbing, pounding cock, Jean ran his damp palms over the lush hills of her naked ass cheeks. Slowly, but steadily, he aimed his thumbs closer and closer to the deep cleft in the middle of her furry triangle. Then, with a loud groan of desire, he spread her lips apart and guided her pussy down over his sweating face.
He thrust his tongue all the way up into her hole and fluttered it against the sensitive knob. Sada shuddered and pressed herself more tightly into the contact, loving the way his mouth was making her clitoris harden and poke out from between its protective folds of skin.
Jean knew what he was doing, and in a matter of moments, he had Sada groaning every bit as loudly as himself, thrashing her hips around in that age-old marathon of urgent desire.
She rubbed herself back and forth against his tongue, trembling as her body started to sweat and a great wave of arousal flooded her pussy with warm, sticky fluid. Again and again she bore down, welcoming the thrilling torrents that were taking hold of her flesh now, making her ache with need for completion.
It only took a few more minutes, and then, suddenly, they were both crying out with urgency.
Sada felt the first spurt of semen explode from the tip of Jean's hot organ and she swallowed it eagerly, knowing that this would add to his pleasure. At the same time, she jerked his shaft up and down with steady, rapid motions, until his body was convulsed in a spasm of wild, uncontrollable explosions.
And then, it was her turn. Gasping as though in pain, she gave herself over to the tumultuous uprising throughout her flesh. She felt the wetness between her thighs increase and heard the loud, slurping sounds of Jean's eager mouth, swallowing her offering lustily, drinking her every drop just as she'd done with his.
At last they lay quietly in the darkness, exhausted and fighting for breath.
"You are wonderful, Sada. Absolutely wonderful," Jean said, in a voice that was recognizable as his own, once again.
Sada turned her head and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. She had succeeded. She had fooled him. Once again, her secret was safe, and now she could rest in peace.
But somehow, after she'd seen him to the door and was on her way back to bed, Sada experienced the premonition that tonight would not be one of rest. For the memories were there again, pulsing just below the surface of her awareness, Fighting to come through and tug her back downward through time.
CHAPTER THREE
It was dawn, and Sada lay on the velvet couch in the living room. She had been there for most of the night, smoking cigarettes and emptying glass after glass of brandy down into her throat.
And still, her mind would not relax and her body remained tense, defensive, as though any lowering of the guard would bring ancient horrors into the present, once again.
She didn't really want to take drugs, but she realized that she could not go on feeling like this much longer, without breaking into uncontrollable hysteria. Moving on leaden feet, she crossed to her desk, opened the drawer and removed a vial of pills.
In deference to her tension level, Sada took two of the pills and placed them on her tongue. Then, she washed them down with the last of the brandy and soda in her glass and lay back on the sofa to wait for sleep.
The drug began to take hold of her body and Sada smiled. Soon, she promised herself, she would be asleep and saved from her memories for one more night.
And yet, even as she told herself this, she knew it was a lie... for there they were, coming up for her, presenting the past across her mind's eye every bit as clearly as though it were happening all over again.
And now, she was too tired, too weak to avoid reliving that part of her life all over again, in vivid, horrible detail...
* * *
Sada was seated at the huge wooden table in the kitchen, hemming the dress that mama had helped her make. With each stitch, she felt a renewed excitement pounding in her chest. Yellow was Peter's favorite color. He would like her in this. Even better, he would love her. She just knew it.
A loud, insistent knocking resounded through the rooms, startling her. She glanced upward and met her mother's eye, seeing in it a fear that Sada had never before witnessed.
Fraulein Melcher pointed a trembling hand toward the door leading to the root cellar. "Go in there, Sada. And do not come out, no matter what happens. No matter what, do you understand?"
A terrible fear gripped her heart as the pounding repeated itself against the front door. Knowing better than to show disrespect to her mother, Sada nodded and hurried to the wooden door, and then down the stairs into the dark, dank underground space.
Crouching below the stairwell, she listened to the sounds coming from upstairs.
"This is the home of Professor Leopold Melcher, is it not?" The deep male voice was hideous in its Aryan righteousness.
"Yes, that is so," her mother answered, and Sada could hear the fear thinning the woman's voice, raising its pitch.
Suddenly, there was a thundering of rapid footsteps, echoing through the house.
"Tell your husband to come out here."
"He is not at home."
"I said, get him."
"I am sorry, but I cannot. He has gone to Munich."
"To Munich, eh?" The man's voice was filled with disbelief and scorn. "And just what is he doing there, may I ask?"
"He has gone to give a lecture at the university. He is well known in the field of Political Science. He is often called upon to speak to students... "
"We are very well aware of what your husband is doing," the man snapped. "Now, I am going to give you one more opportunity to tell me what I want to know, and I would suggest that you cooperate, if you care at all about your own safety. Call your husband and tell him to come down here, this minute!"
"I swear, there is no one in the house but me!" she cried, as though in pain, suddenly.
"We will see."
And then, there was a scream. Mama's scream.
The sound cut through her body like a dagger, doubling Sada over until she hugged her stomach and rocked with anguish. All sorts of terrible visions crossed her mind and she shook violently, hardly daring to remember some of the stories she'd heard about what the SS men would do if they suspected anyone of being a disloyal to the Fatherland.
She heard what sounded like some sort of scuffling, coming from the kitchen, and Sada clapped her hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Wildly, she looked about in the darkness, as though expecting by some miracle, that a route of escape to suddenly materialize. There was none, and a cold sweat suddenly suffused her young body.
"Please... don't... I swear, my husband is not at home. You can search for yourself, if you think he is hiding in one of the bedrooms."
"There will be no need for that," the man said, his tone sounding frighteningly confident to the girl crouched in the root cellar. "I will not have to go searching for him. If he is any kind of a man at all, he will come to me!"
And then, the unmistakable sound of a hand, loudly slapping naked flesh, accompanied by the high-pitched wail of a woman in pain.
Sada felt as though her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. Slowly, carefully, she crawled out from underneath the staircase and started to move up toward the door. No matter what happened to her, she had to know what was going on up there.
Anything was better than the things she was imagining.
She managed to reach the top step without making a sound. Pressing her eye to a knothole, Sada peered through into the other room, just in time to see her mother's beautiful face contorted with pain.
The man was tall, powerfully-built and dressed in the uniform that left no room for misunderstanding. The twisted, broken cross of the Nazi Party seemed to throb on his armband, as he twisted his fingers deeper and deeper into her mother's long, blonde hair.
His right hand had captured one of her mother's breasts and was squeezing the softness of it, kneading the captive flesh through the material of her dress.
"Frau Melcher, I must confess that if, indeed, you are really alone in the house, there is a part of me that is not sorry," the officer said, reaching for the top button below her throat.
Her mother wailed and tried to protect herself. Her hands flew to the man's wrist, trying to restrain him from opening the front of her dress.
He pulled his fingers free of her grasp and slapped her back and forth across the face. Her head twisted right and left, responding to the heavy blows almost as though it were weightless.
Then, before she had a chance to recover her wits, the officer grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it from her body.
Sada's breath turned to fire in her lungs as her mother's huge, pendulous breasts leaped into full view. The deep, red centers were as large as coat buttons.
"Very nice. Very nice, indeed," the officer said, as he squeezed one of the huge nipples between his powerful fingers.
The woman groaned and her knees began to buckle with pain. Seemingly oblivious, the officer continued to apply pressure to the delicate knob of flesh until the woman's face went pale and her eyes started to roll upward in her head.
Then, he reached for the other breast and started to feel its cushiony softness, exploring the soft mound with cruel, demanding fingers.
The woman groaned and started to tremble violently. "Please," she begged, in a deep, rasping voice. "Don't do this to me. I will give you anything you want. I have a little money in the house. I know where I can get more."
The officer laughed and continued to squeeze her naked breast. "I do not want your money, Frau Melcher. This is what I want!"
With that, he thrust his hand downward and clutched the trembling woman between the thighs, squeezing her private parts through the material of her ripped and crumpled dress.
Sada's mother leaped backward, and her spine hit sharply against the edge of the heavy wooden kitchen table. She shrieked in pain and squeezed her thighs together, attempting, uselessly, to protect herself from the officer's cruel hand.
It was useless. With one, precise motion, he pushed her backward, and she fell onto the table. Before she'd had an opportunity to recover her balance, the man had shoved her skirt up over her belly and was squeezing the full, rounded flesh of her inner thigh.
From the angle at which she was witnessing all of this, Sada was clearly able to see the huge bulge that had formed prominently in the front of the soldier's trousers. It protruded obscenely, making the material of his pants stand far out from his body.
Her mother's genitals were covered only by a pair of cotton underpants which were no match for the man's maniacal strength. With one sharp ripping sound, they were tom loose from her body, revealing a sparse layer of flaxen colored curls at the base of the woman's heaving belly.
"And what have we here?" the soldier taunted, as he slid his palm onto the silken bush and began to rub it back and forth between the woman's thighs.
Suddenly, screaming out as though she were experiencing the fires of hell, Sada's mother flung herself away from his brutal touch. In an instant, she had fallen off the table, arms and legs beating the air wildly, until she lay in a crumpled, sobbing heap on the floor, at the officer's feet.
He lifted his boot and sent the toe digging viciously into her hip.
Sada's mother gasped with pain.
"I would have thought you possessed the good sense to cooperate," the officer said, unbuckling the thick leather belt and pulling it from its trouser loops. "I see now, that you are going to require a little more persuasion."
With that, he snaked the leather strap through the air, catching the woman directly across her naked breasts.
Frau Melcher screamed in pain and crossed her arms over the wounded area, but it was useless. Again and again the heavy leather belt whizzed through the air, landing on her shoulders, her stomach, her back... lashing her shaking body until it lay in a bruised, quivering heap on the floor.
The officer's grey eyes seemed to come to sudden, intense awareness. He licked his lips and stared down at the woman sobbing before him, her body striped with cruel, red welts, her breasts heaving as she cried bitterly.
"Now, perhaps, you will consider a little more carefully before you attempt to resist a German officer!" he snapped, reaching down to that bulge between his thighs and cupping it rhythmically.
The bruised and bloodied woman covered her face with her hands and began to sob loudly, her shoulders heaving as she cried.
Watching her in her misery, the soldier seemed to grow even more excited. With a quick, downward flick of his wrist, he opened the front of his trousers, thrust his hand inside and drew out his long, stiff organ.
Behind the door, Sada's eyes widened at the sight of it. She had never imagined that a man could be so large, so thick. He looked more like one of the horses she'd seen in the fields than what she imagined a human being would be built like. As much as she wished not to, she could not avert her gaze from the sight of his imposing maleness.
He continued to stare down at the woman who was crying at his feet. As he watched her, the soldier began to stroke his organ, rubbing it slowly back and forth with his curved fingers.
"Get on your knees, Frau Melcher."
"No... please, I implore you!"
The front of his black leather boot connected smartly with her knee, making her scream with agony.
"I said, on your knees! Or would you prefer I tie you down?" His eyes narrowed and he glared menacingly at the woman.
And she knew she was beaten.
Slowly, painfully, she dragged herself up to a kneeling position. Her face was streaked with her tears and her lower lip trembled as she regarded the enormous, inescapable erection in front of her.
"Take this into your mouth and show me how sorry you are for being disrespectful," the officer commanded, waving his tool at her, brandishing the erection as though it were a sword. "Now!"
As though she had been propelled forward by some tremendous force, Frau Melcher leaped to obey the officer's command. She reached for his massive organ and stayed there for a few moments, on her knees, just regarding it with disbelief.
The officer reached down with his left hand and twisted his fingers into her hair, once again. The woman's face screwed up with pain.
"I said suck!" His voice boomed through the house, through the world, it seemed, echoing inside Sada's skull like the aftermath of a bomb.
Frau Melcher parted her quivering lips but made no move to draw closer to the soldier's exposed flesh.
He thrust his hips forward and sent the head of his enormous flesh pole down into her throat.
She tried to back away, but he grabbed her head with both of his powerful hands and forced her to remain stationary, while he thrust his long, fat cock in and out of her mouth. Again and again he buried his tool to the hilt, mindless of the way the woman was gagging and choking and making small, muffled sounds of agony.
Suddenly, he withdrew from her mouth, reached down and pulled her up onto her feet. Without saying a word, he turned her around and pushed the top of her body down flat over the table surface.
Squeezing the fingers of his left hand into the nape of her neck, the officer held the quivering woman positioned over the table, while the fingers of his other hand worked to pull her tom dress up over her hips.
The full, round hills of her buttocks came into view, dimpled and quivering as she thrashed around. The soldier lifted his hand high into the air and brought it down with a crashing smack against the right side of her behind.
Frau Melcher cried out in pain and her hips bucked upward, as though bouncing back in response to the slap they had just received.
The soldier cupped his palm to one of her globes and dug the tips of his fingers in deeply... squeezing the soft, pliant flesh until the woman was screaming all over again, crying out at the top of her lungs with pain.
His only response was to start slapping her again. Over and over, the sharp sound of flesh meeting bare flesh filled the room, until the woman's plump, jiggling behind was pink and swollen, and the stripes of white where his fingers had whacked her helpless flesh were clearly visible.
His cock was standing out from his pants, seeming to be even thicker and harder than before. The soldier reached down in between the cheeks of Frau Melcher's wounded bottom and said something to her that was too soft for Sada to understand.
A moment later, however, the words he had spoken became painfully clear, as the helpless woman slowly spread her legs apart and let her body go limp on the table with one long, capitulating sigh.
Immediately, the man's hand dove in between the pink half moons and found the- dark cleft, framed with soft hair. Grunting like an animal, he shoved his middle finger into the warm channel, and buried it all the way to the third knuckle, holding it there for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of the woman's hole, before starting to move again.
His arm moved back and forth, and his finger slid in and out of the hot tunnel, while other fingers pried aside the protective, outer lips, affording him... and, unfortunately, Sada as well, a better view of the woman's private parts.
Cautioning her not to move, if she valued her life, the soldier released his grip on the base of her neck and walked around to stand directly behind her.
Viciously, he kicked at one of her legs, until she had spread herself as wide apart as was possible, without falling. Then, the soldier grabbed the thick root of his cock and aimed the head into the deep valley before him.
Frau Melcher screamed with pain, as the Nazi soldier ripped into her, thrusting his cock forcefully, brutally up into her dry, resisting channel. Her head snapped back with pain and the tendons of her neck stood out far from the soft flesh, attesting to the agony and humiliation that the woman was being forced to endure.
If anything, the man became even more excited. He reached down and scooped up a handful of ass flesh in each palm. His fingers dug in deeply, painfully, as he spread her ass cheeks and, consequently, her pussy lips as well.
Then, he began to pump in and out, shoving his cock all the way up into her hole, ripping and bruising her flesh without thought, without concern.
He seemed to go on like that forever, sliding in to the hilt and then pulling himself backward, until just the head of his cock was hidden inside the helpless woman's body.
Suddenly, a deep, guttural sound like that of a wounded animal rose from deep in his throat. He threw himself forward on top of the woman. His hands dove downward, and captured her bare breasts, squeezing them until they were misshapen and the poor woman was whimpering in pain.
Sada watched, fascinated and horrified at the same time, as the man pounded his way into her mother's body, groaning with lust, shaking the table legs until they squealed in protest.
And then, he seemed to convulse in wild, uncontrollable spasms that shook his entire frame before he went limp, panting for breath.
When he stood up again, his cock was noticeably shrunken and lighter in color. He reached for a comer of the yellow dress that Sada had been making on the table, lifted the material to his genitals and wiped himself dry. Then, he tucked his prick back into his pants and closed them.
"You tell your husband that I was here looking for him," the soldier said. "And you may rest assured, dear lady, that I shall be back again. And again and again until I have found him!" Then, he turned on his heel and walked from the house, banging the front door loudly behind him.
As soon as it was clear that he was gone, Sada lurched from her hiding place and threw herself across the room toward the sobbing woman. "Mama, mama," the girl wailed, as the tears exploded from her wide, sorrowful eyes.
"Go away," the woman wailed, her voice rippling with anguish. "I cannot bear to look at you... to have you see me like this!"
"But Mama... "
"Away! I beg of you... please!" Her mother dissolved in tears, falling into a wooden chair and burying her face in her arms.
Sada stood absolutely still, for a moment, caught in the vortex of confusion and wild, ambivalent thoughts. Then, she turned and ran from the house, grabbing her coat on the way out the front door, breathless and sobbing as she began to run toward the only sanctuary she could imagine... the warmth of Peter's arms.
* * *
Like Sada, Peter was a student and lived with his family. He was eighteen and a half, almost two full years older than she, but the difference in their ages had only served to enhance their relationship.
Sada admired Peter, respected him, looked up to him. He seemed to know so much more about the world, and often, when she had a question or felt confused, it was Peter who clarified life for her, and made things tolerably simple.
Today, however, was a different situation entirely. She was not running to him, so much for explanation as she was for reassurance. It seemed, suddenly, as though the whole world were collapsing around her. Going crazy. Turning itself around so many times that she just did not know what to believe in anymore.
Except, for Peter. She believed in him and would, she knew, until they day that she died.
The sound of the bell ringing seemed to go on forever as she stood in front of the Schuller house, pulling the little metal chain.
A young woman, hardly more than Sada's age, opened the heavy wooden door, her eyes flashing slight annoyance. "I was in the kitchen," she explained, once she'd nodded in recognition at Sada. "Is something the matter, fraulein?"
"Is Peter at home?" Sada asked, breathless with fear, suddenly, that he might not be.
"Yes, he is in his room. Shall I call him?"
"No... I know the way," Sada answered and hurried toward the intricately carved staircase that wound upward to the second and third floors.
At the age of seventeen, Peter had furnished the attic of his parent's house, claiming that he needed more space and more privacy than his former bedroom permitted. It was here, then, that Sada found him after she'd run, without stopping, up the three flights of stairs.
The handsome youth turned from his desk, and as soon as he saw Sada's agitated expression, his eyes opened wide with concern. "What has happened?" he asked, standing rapidly and gathering the sobbing girl into his arms.
Sada wanted to speak, wanted to tell him everything, but suddenly, all she could do was lean against Peter's strong body and cry her heart out into the folds of his blouse. Finally, when she was able to compose herself, she told him what had transpired back at her house.
Peter's expression turned dark with anger, and he guided Sada over to the edge of his bed.
"This is serious," he thought aloud. "Very serious, Sada. There is something they want with your father. Something wrong, you know?"
Sada's little shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug. "I swear, I cannot imagine what it is," she said, sincerely. "My father has always been a respected man in this town. Until THEY came into power, his position at the university was unquestioned. He is a scholar. A learned man. Why are they persecuting him?"
Peter's forehead became suddenly creased and he leaned closer to the weeping girl. "Sada, you know there is no reason to hold anything back from me, don't you?" He squeezed her shoulder.
She nodded. "We have no secrets," she murmured. "You know I tell you everything."
"Then tell me this," Peter said. "Is it possible... and I swear, it will make no difference in the way I feel about you if the answer is yes... but is there any chance, do you think, that your father has been doing or saying anything against the Third Reich? Is he, perhaps, a member of the underground?"
Sada's eyes widened with fear and confusion. "How would I know anything like that?" she asked. "My father does not speak to me of politics. He is only... well, he is only my father."
Peter nodded his head, apparently accepting everything Sada said as being the absolute truth.
"Look," Sada said, grasping his arm tightly. "Your father is a judge. He must have connections. I know he does. Can't you speak to him? Can't you ask him to intervene on poppa's behalf? That man, today, Peter... I thought he was going to kill mama!"
Sada started to weep again, and sagged against Peter's chest.
He stroked her hair gently and kissed the side of her face, brushing away the strands of hair that had clung there. "There is only one way to be sure," he said.
"To be sure of what?" Sada replied.
"I mean, to offer proof of your father's loyalty to the country. To show, once and for all, that there is nothing he has to hide."
"And what is that?"
"His papers," Peter said. "You must know where he keeps his files."
"Certainly I do," Sada answered. "He always works in the house. There is a room, where I am not allowed to go."
Peter's eyebrow arched. "Ahah... then, perhaps he has something that he means to hide!"
"Peter! How can you even say such a thing to me?" Sada's voice cracked with emotion as she drew backward, away from the boy. "We have known each other for years. You have dined in my house. Has my father, even once, spoken of anything that would lead you to believe he was a troublemaker. Surely, he is as frightened and disturbed as all of us about what has been happening to Germany."
"Yes, my darling, I know... I know," Peter said softly. "But if you want my father to intervene, there must be some proof, some evidence that your poppa's work is not at cross purposes with the government. Isn't there a particular place that you know of where your father keeps... how shall I say, special things?"
Sada knew exactly what Peter was talking about. Even as he phrased the words, her image of that big closet in poppa's office came into view. The metal box with the key that he kept tucked at the bottom of his left desk drawer.
She hesitated, torn with conflict, feeling, all of a sudden, that she was betraying her own flesh and blood.
"Oh, Peter, I couldn't," she murmured, her voice as soft as though there were actually someone listening at the window. "It is forbidden for me to go in there. It would be disrespectful, disobedient."
"Forgive me," Peter said, "but would you rather wait until there is a repetition of what happened today or, heaven forbid, something worse? There is nothing that the soldiers will not do, if they are led to believe that there is a traitor in their midst." Sada chewed her lower lip, aching with the pain of indecision. There was truth in what Peter was telling her, she knew. And still, something inside prevented her from doing as he asked.
"Perhaps when he gets back, I can suggest to him... "
"And when will that be?" Peter asked.
"Sometime next week."
"Do you think that the officer is going to wait until then before he comes back to the house, Sada? I'm telling you," he reached out and squeezed her shoulders, underscoring the seriousness of his words. "That man will come back tomorrow, and the day after that, and every day thereafter, if he must. I know the way they work, my dearest. They are relentless!"
"Oh, Peter, I'm so afraid!" Sada whispered.
"I know, I know you are," Peter said, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly. "But you must trust me, Sada. You must listen to what I say and do as I tell you to. Your father is not here now, and you must protect your family in his stead. Won't you let me help you?"
Sada looked up at him, and into the deep blue pools of his huge, loving eyes. She could see only good there, only love and concern for the welfare of her family and herself.
"You do trust me, don't you?" Peter asked.
"Of course I do!" she avowed. "It is not a question of that."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
Sada shrugged. I'm just too frightened to think!" She fell back onto the bed and started to weep bitterly.
Peter hesitated for a moment, eyeing her carefully. Then, he moved down toward her tear-stained face and whispered, "Come here, where it is safe, my darling. Let me help you to feel better."
She couldn't believe what was happening... that she was actually opening up her arms to him, welcoming the feeling of his body against hers, lifting her mouth toward his kiss so soon after witnessing what it was possible for a man to do to a woman.
But even now, still in the aftermath of the violence she had witnessed, Sada knew that for her, Peter was a world set apart from the rest of humanity. This wonderful boy who was twining the tip of his tongue around hers, could never harm her, never lead her astray. All he wanted was to love her. And all she wanted was to be worthy of that love.
Trembling and hugging each other tightly, they rolled across the bed, coming to a stop with Peter lying on top of Sada's trembling body.
Immediately, she spread her thighs wide and pressed her pussy against his crotch, seeking reassurance on the most primitive, physical level.
Peter pressed himself against her, encouraging her with his body to give her fears to him, to trust him completely, to allow herself the safety of his protection.
She tasted the sweetness of his mouth and took the full length of his tongue inside her own. Moaning softly, she parted her lips as wide as she could, losing herself in their kiss, grateful beyond words that there was still something in this world that could make her forget what had just happened at home.
Peter's hands slid in between their bodies and he cupped her breasts, caressing them gently until the little nipples pressed out from the softer flesh around them.
"I love you so much, Peter," she whispered, as he began to open the buttons of her blouse.
"And I love you, mein liebchen," he answered, as his lips sought the sweet valley between her breasts.
"Peter... you know we mustn't" she whispered hoarsely, as he scooped her breasts out into the open and began to tongue the warm flesh.
"Yes, I know," he answered. "And you must know that you can trust me. I have never tried to force you to do anything that you do not wish to do, have I?"
"Of course not," Sada answered truthfully, relaxing her body now, fully aware, once again, that she was safe here with Peter.
As he crossed the room to slide the bolt across, Sada slipped off her clothing until only her panties remained. Trembling with eagerness, she pulled the covers over her nakedness, waiting eagerly for Peter to return.
He crawled toward her on his knees, eyes wide with desire and adoration. Sada stretched her arms out to him and welcomed him back into her embrace, suddenly aware that only the thin coverlet hid her body from his view.
As though in deference to her modesty, Peter pulled away and started to take off his own clothes. Sada watched, fascinated, as his beautifully proportioned flesh came into sight, so graceful and lithe and desirable to her.
As Peter bent over to untie his shoelaces, Sada reached out and touched her trembling fingertips to his back. The flesh there was smooth and warm beneath her hand, and she knew, instinctively, that this boy could not be capable of harming her.
Peter stood and pushed his shorts down, revealing his nakedness completely. Sada turned from the sight of his half-hard penis, suddenly remembering what she had so recently seen.
As though he could read her thoughts, and her fears, Peter hurried back to her and took her into his arms. The warmth and closeness of his flesh excited her, and Sada could not help but respond, hugging him tightly, too, pressing her Ups to his shoulder.
He eased her back onto the mattress and, very gently, lowered the covers away from her body. The full rise of her firm young breasts came into view, hidden a moment later, by Peter's smooth face as he bent over to kiss one nipple and then the other.
Sada lifted her upper body, shoving her breast even deeper into the boy's eager, suckling mouth. Peter grazed the delicate point of flesh with the edges of his teeth, sending tremors of excitement and delight running the length of Sada's almost naked body.
Slowly, he began to kiss his way downward, moving his mouth over the curve of her belly and stopping only when he came to the waistband of her panties. Pausing there, he breathed against her stomach, and began to plant wet, little kisses on her navel.
Sada's head twisted back and forth on the pillow as she felt the heat starting to rise through her body. Between her thighs, her little cavern was growing hotter and moister with each passing moment. She could start to smell the beginnings of her own love juice, as it oozed out of her little tunnel in response to Peter's closeness, and the feel of his mouth on her belly.
He started to move his head downward again, until his mouth was over the soft pillow of her pubic bush, hidden only by the thin material of her panties. Peter's warm breath was penetrating the material, creeping down to the roots of those curls, drifting into the little slot that felt now, as though it were catching fire.
Sada started to wriggle her hips, pushing her crotch up tighter into Peter's flushed and sweating face. The boy extended his tongue and started to lick the fabric over her pussy lips, adding moisture to the dark circle of wetness that was already forming and spreading, as her excitement grew.
"Please, Peter... do it," Sada gasped, unable to control herself for another moment. "You know... what I mean."
Peter nodded and started to roll the panties down off Sada's hips. Quickly, she moved her legs to make it easier for him, and in another moment, she was completely naked.
His hands closed over her knees, guiding them apart, spreading the lips of her glistening, aching hole. Groaning with desire, Peter pressed his face to the damp crevice and started to kiss its tender flesh.
Sada arched her body upward, attempting to allow Peter deeper, more intense penetration. Immediately, the tip of his tongue fluttered out and found the delicate little knob of her clitoris.
The contact sent her lurching toward him again, shivering with delight as he spread the lips of her opening with gentle fingers and thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into her quivering hole.
She wrapped her thighs around his head and bucked her hips, loving the way his tongue fluttered inside her, sending hot flashes of need to every pore of her body. Gone was the misery now, the uncertainty... and in its place was only the immediacy of now... the feel of Peter's mouth, bringing her unbearable pleasure... coaxing her closer and closer to violent, complete release.
She spread her legs again, opening herself up to him and sliding her hips back and forth. They found a rhythm, a slow, steady pulsation of desire, and soon Sada was thrusting her hips against his tongue with certainty and purpose, feeling herself growing near and nearer to that wonderful moment.
Peter reached up and cupped each of her breasts in his hands. In tempo with the in and out motions of his probing tongue, he started to manipulate her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The little buttons of flesh stood up straight and stiff, throbbing with joy as his touch added to the strength of her rising orgasm.
"Oh, Peter... it is going to happen for me, now... I'm almost there!" Sada gasped through dry, quivering lips.
As though that were his cue, Peter reached down again and parted the folds of her vagina, spreading the lips apart to reveal the wet, glistening flesh within.
He slid his tongue all the way inside and pressed it hard against her love button, running the flat of it back and forth over the bulbous head until Sada's body leaped into the wild, uncontrollable spasms of completion.
Again and again her body convulsed and her muscles contracted heatedly, as the juice began to pour from her narrow canal.
Peter lapped it up eagerly, swallowing every drop that did not run out of the corners of his mouth. Again and again he gulped the warm, wet offering of her body, until Sada relaxed and allowed her legs to stretch out on the bed.
His mouth still glistening from her love juice, Peter climbed up over her and lowered his body on top of Sada's. There, with his stiff cock pressed between the lips of her wet pussy, he rubbed himself back and forth, sliding through her crevice until, with a wild intensity of his own, he shot his spunk in hot, thick eruptions that covered Sada's flesh from chin to belly.
For a long time, they lay together on the bed, locked in each other's embrace, neither of them willing to speak, to make a sound, to break the spell that they had created between them.
Finally, Sada raised herself on one elbow and turned to the boy she loved.
"I think I had better start for home now," she whispered. Deborah will be coming back from her friend's house, and I think that mama might want me to make supper."
Peter reached for her shoulders and pressed his fingers tightly to her flesh. "You will do what I told you, won't you, Sada? I do not want there to be a repetition of what happened today."
Sada looked him deeply in the eyes. "Do you really think it is the right thing?" She was trembling with the intensity of her feelings.
"You know I wouldn't advise you to do anything against your father's instructions, unless I thought it was vitally important. Believe me, you very well might be saving his life."
"Very well, Sada relented. "I will do as you say. But you must promise to return the papers to me just as soon as your father has finished with them."
"Of course," Peter agreed, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Of course."
Sada dressed and left the house, telling herself over and over again that she was doing the right thing.
But the world was upside down. Wrong had become right, and Sada was frightened.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sada tip-toed up the staircase, even though she was alone in the house. In her arms, she clutched the physical evidence of her terrible secret, the packet of papers that she had given Peter to show to his father.
Slipping into her father's study, she removed the key from the desk drawer and opened Poppa's private closet. There, she returned the papers to their brown leather envelope, replacing it just as she had found it, far in the back.
The worst was over, she promised herself. Everything would be attended to and there was nothing more to fear. Peter had promised. His father had spoken to the right people. And so there was really no need to mention it at all to poppa when he came home tonight. As Peter had pointed out, the man would have more than enough to contend with. There was no purpose on earth to burden him further.
That evening, dinner was expectedly late. As soon as her father had come into the house, his grey hair glistening with a fine layer of snow that had settled upon it, momma had fallen into his arms, sobbing and quivering. He had hurried her upstairs to their bedroom, and much later, when they reappeared, their faces were both ashen and drawn.
It was then that Sada felt almost tempted to reveal that there was nothing further to fear... that, thanks to her wonderful Peter the matter was set straight, once and for all. But the knowledge that, for the first time in her life she had disobeyed one of her father's direct orders, was stronger than her need to seek approval, and so she chose to keep her secret to herself. Best to leave well enough alone. It would suffice that there was nothing more to fear.
But just as her mother was beginning to clear the dinner dishes from the table, there was another loud knock at the door. And this time, no waiting for an answer. In a second, the loud sound of battering filled the house, and as the two girls clung together in fear, the room was suddenly filled with Gestapo police, with guns drawn and eyes murderous.
"So, Frau Melcher, we meet again," the tall, dark haired officer who had come the last time smiled knowingly at the cowering woman. "And this, I presume, is your husband, the professor. Have you told him about our last encounter?"
"Filthy animal... pig!" Sada's father leaped from his chair and started toward the man who had raped his wife.
He barely moved two steps, before a shot rang out. His body froze in mid-stride, leaped up into the air, whirled crazily and then crashed to the floor.
For a moment, there was silence in the room as everyone watched the red stain on the front of his shirt silently spread across his chest.
Fraulein Melcher screamed and threw herself down over her husband's body, kissing his lifeless eyes and hugging him to her breast.
"Very well, now, we will all go down to the interrogation headquarters," the officer announced. "All of you. Now!"
Sada was only vaguely aware of being led out of the house and into a huge black Mercedes. Along with her mother and sister, they rode in silence, through the twinkling lights of a town that would never be the same for her.
The nightmare had begun.
* * *
Waiting. Interminable waiting, while everything about her seemed to become unreal.
Seated on one side of her mother, Sada stared straight ahead, unable to think, unable to reason. She was numb with shock and shaken to the very core of her being.
She knew her father was dead. Knew it without having to be told. And yet, inside herself, there was still something remaining that refused to accept and believe what was so.
"You! You! You! Come in here! Mach schnell!"
Sada felt her mother's body grow tense at the sound of the voice barking orders. She turned toward it, and found herself returning the gaze of a tall, harsh looking man in his early forties. Fading blond hair and sparkling blue eyes attested to the fact that once, when he was younger, he might have well represented the Teutonic ideal. Now, all that was left was the harshness, the cruelty of the life he had chosen. And that evilness seemed to emanate from every pore of his body.
His eyes moved slowly, glancing up and down the length of Sada's body in a way that made her suddenly cold with fear. There was something unspeakably wicked about this particular man, and she felt her legs resisting as she willed them in his direction.
The sound of the heavy wooden door being closed and locked behind them was like the pronouncement of doom, and Sada had to fight to keep herself from becoming hysterical. Mute, eyes downcast, she followed her mother and sister across the room to a row of chairs where they were ordered to sit down.
The room was darkened, except for a single light on a huge, wooden desk. Sada squinted in the gloom, trying to accustom herself to these strange, harsh surroundings, hoping vainly that this was some sort of terrible nightmare from which she would awake to the safety and protection of her mother's sheltering arms.
And yet, she knew that such was not possible. Never in the wildest recesses of her imagination could she have concocted events such as those she had just recently lived through. This was all so horrible, it just had to be real.
"Nothing... I swear to you, I know nothing at all," her mother was protesting. "He was a good man. A fine husband and a wonderful father. Now he is gone. That is all I know." She broke down and started to cry.
"I am going to tell you something right here and now, Frau Melcher," the tall man said, walking up to stand in front of the three and leaning over in a menacing way. "If you ask anybody, they will tell you that General Hoffner is not a man to be lied to or fooled with. I have ways to make you tell me what I want to know. Now, either you reveal the names and addresses of every one of your husband's associates and friends, or I shall be forced to prove to you, in front of your daughters, just how very persuasive I can be."
"But I have already told you," the woman protested weakly, "I know nothing. Werner had no associates from the university come to the house. And he had no time for friends. He was always so very busy. Working. Studying. Teaching."
Sada held her breath. Her mother was lying. She knew it and dared not look in her mother's direction.
Countless times, she had lain in her bed, listening to the heated sounds of intense discussion coming from her father's study. Often, until the wee hours of the morning, the men had argued and pleaded their points of view... about things that she never did understand but, apparently, about things that had resulted in her father's death.
And now, her mother was lying about it, trying to pretend that such things never happened in their house? What was the purpose? Sada wondered. What was there to protect now? Wasn't mama taking a chance on having herself killed, as well?"
"Very well, Fraulein. I see you will have to be convinced." And with that, General Hoffner walked to his desk and pushed a buzzer on a wooden panel.
Immediately, the door was unlocked and two vicious looking soldiers entered the room. They clicked their heels together smartly, and lifted their right arms in front of them, in the salute and greeting of the Third Reich.
"This one," General Hoffner said, pointing to Sada's mother. "She will not talk. She will not tell us what she knows about the traitorous behavior of her husband and his associates. We will have to loosen her tongue." Without a word, both men turned and walked to the trembling woman, recently-widowed. Grasping her by her elbows, they began to lift her out of her chair.
She screamed and started to claw and kick at the two men, beside herself with grief and terror. One of the soldiers curled his fingers into a tight fist and rammed it, full force, into the pit of her stomach.
The woman fainted with pain, and the soldiers carried her across the room.
Sada sat rigid, her eyes glued to the horrifying spectacle that was being acted out in front of her. She dared not gaze toward her sister, for fear that she, too, might lose control of herself and wind up being beaten for it. So she simply sat mute, dazed, dying a little more with each passing second inside her soul.
On the far side of the room, the soldiers released the unconscious woman and she fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Quickly, they unsnapped handcuffs from their belts and fastened one around each of Frau Melcher's limp wrists.
At the same time, General Hoffner reached behind to a switch on the wall and the room was suddenly flooded with light.
Sada gasped softly, despite herself. In the dimness, she had not seen that the far wall was implanted with metal loops and bars, obviously meant to aid in the torture of prisoners. As she watched, dumbfounded, the two men hoisted her mother to her feet and clasped the free ends of the handcuffs to metal links, high above the woman's head, so that when they were finished, she was hanging, unconscious, from her arms... her feet barely touching the floor.
"Revive her," the general barked.
One of the soldiers walked to a sink in the comer of the room. From beneath it, he lifted a metal bucket which he quickly filled with water. Then, crossing the short distance to the woman's inert form, he splashed the water into her face, dousing her head and upper body.
Frau Melcher's eyes blinked open and she seemed to struggle for a moment, to focus, to gather her wits about her. Then, realizing what had happened and where she was, she started to scream.
General Hoffner walked up to her and smiled into her contorted features. He let her scream until her throat was raw and her voice began to crack. Then, he spat directly into her face and slapped her hard, making her jaws snap together with a hollow, frightening sound.
"Are you ready to speak to me now?" he asked.
The woman blinked. One of the lights in the ceiling was aimed directly at her face, and Sada suddenly realized that her mother could not see clearly.
She wanted to call out... to tell her mother, somehow, that she was not alone... that her daughters were her with her, but she dared not utter a sound, she knew. All she could do was sit there, frozen in her chair, and watch while her heart felt as though it were being tom from her chest.
"I said, are you ready to speak now, Fraulein Melcher?" The general repeated himself, and as he did so, he snapped his fingers above his shoulders.
Immediately, the two officers marched to stand beside him, awaiting his command.
"Strip her," the general said softly. "Completely."
While the two girls watched in speechless horror, the woman's clothes were tom from her body. Moments later, she was completely naked, hanging from the handcuffs attached to the wall above her head.
The general stood in front of her, gazing for a long time at her nakedness, licking his lips with his tongue as the woman cringed with humiliation. Then, he turned and walked to his desk, whereupon he seated himself in the deep leather chair behind it.
"How long do you think it will be possible for you to hang there," he called across the room, in the direction of the shivering woman. "Don't you think it would be wiser to confess now... to repudiate your husband's political persuasions and perhaps save yourself from the same fate as he met because of his thoughtless, unpatriotic stupidity."
"I would rather die." Her words came out softly, simply, yet unmistakably from her heart.
General Hoffner laughed, deep in his throat, seemingly unswayed by the woman's determination to remain silent. "You just very well may do that, Fraulein," he said. "We shall see how much you can endure."
Again he snapped his fingers. "Open the closet," he said to the two men who seemed to hang on his every word. "See if you can find a nice surprise to loosen the Fraulein's tongue. Some clips, perhaps, for those lovely breasts."
The faces of the two men reshaped themselves unmistakably into cruel, smirking expressions of eager anticipation. With precision and great dispatch, they hurried to the closet and pulled out a brown leather box, which they carried back to the suspended, panting woman.
"Let me place the first," General Hoffner said, rising from his chair and striding across the room, carrying himself tall and proudly as he moved.
He reached into the box and lifted out a metal clamp, not unlike a huge clothes pin. Reaching out, he lifted the woman's right breast into his hand and squeezed the soft flesh.
She kicked out and caught him in the knee.
"You shouldn't have done that," the General said, in a tone that made Sada's stomach turn suddenly liquid. She fought to keep from soiling herself as she sat in the chair, frightened beyond her senses.
The General turned to the two men who were standing beside him, poised and ready. "Her legs," he said simply, and both soldiers moved into immediate action.
With amazing swiftness, they wound ropes around the woman's ankles. Then, making sure that the knots were secure, each soldier in turn slipped the other end through a metal circle bolted into the wall. Then, the ropes were tugged, until the woman's legs were hoisted waist high, and she was now suspended approximately four feet above the ground, thighs spread wide.
The general stepped in between Frau Melcher's parted knees and reached up to the base of her belly. Twisting his fingers into the blonde nest between her thighs, he grabbed a clump of pubic hair and yanked.
The woman threw her head back and screamed so loudly the very walls seemed to shake. Beside Sada, Deborah's upper body suddenly lurched forward and the child vomited loudly, violently onto the floor.
"Make her clean that up!" the General yelled to one of the soldiers. And then, get that brat out of here."
Still frightened for her life, Sada was Unable to make a move in Deborah's direction, unable to offer any comfort, any support. She remained still as a statue, eyes glazed and focused directly in front of her. Only a slight throbbing of a vein at the side of her neck belied her outer calm.
Deborah was carried, screaming and crying from the room. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, and the child's voice was gone... as though it had never existed, never been at all.
Now, the General returned his attention to the woman who had been hoisted off the ground and hung by her ankles and wrists, sobbing softly in pain.
"I was going to be nice to you and clamp only your breasts," the General began, "but since you have seen fit to show your disrespect for your country one more time, I shall have to try more drastic measures."
With that, he took another metal clamp out of the dark leather box, walked back in between Frau Melcher's spread-eagled thighs and shoved a finger of his left hand directly into her vagina.
Her entire body stiffened at the intrusion, and she grunted softly. Then, as the clamp was brought closer to her groin, she started to scream miserably, suddenly realizing what he was going to do to her.
The General smiled at his hysterical captive. With his left hand, he spread the outer lips of her vagina, until he had revealed the twin flaps of her inner place. Then, he pinched the clamp until its cruel, frontmost end opened and allowed it to snap closed over the woman's inner pussy lips.
Her hips bucked wildly as the pain jolted her body toward madness. Frau Melcher's voice was now the sound of a wild, wounded animal, as she screamed and cried and threw her head violently from side to side, convulsed with pain.
And then, suddenly, her body slumped and she was still.
"Wake her up!" the General commanded. "I'm not finished with this woman yet. Not nearly!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Frau Melcher lay bound in a sea of pain which built in her to an intensity that threatened to inundate her.
She opened her eyes, after plunging momentarily into an unconsciousness that offered her no relief from her pain.
Her children! What had happened to her children? She did not know, and she had no choice but to consign them to the questionable mercies of their vicious guardians; for she was bound, and she understood that she would not live, didn't expect to survive whatever the General had in store for her.
Her nipples were flaming with pain. The clips dug into the soft cherry-red tips. The pain built, as the teeth of the clamps dug into her nipples, mercilessly.
And her pink pussy meat was swollen, inflamed with the pressure of the clip against her private flesh.
Her head ached from the Constant intensity of the light which blinded her eyes, seemed to dig with hot fingers into her eyeballs, searing her brain.
"Now, Frau Melcher, you will talk," she heard the General's voice.
She said nothing.
Then she heard her scream, echoing in the room, as the General pulled on the clamps which tortured her pussy lips.
One of the set of teeth of the clamp dug into her clitoris. The inflamed love button twitched, and sent strange sensations rippling through her body. She felt her belly contract with the searing sensation of pain mixed with lustful stimulation, which coursed through her body.
Frau Melcher was confused, bewildered by the mixed emotions which roiled in her breast.
The pain was a steady throbbing now, unceasing and maddening in its intensity. She moaned, wishing even for death rather than a continuation of this pain, this nagging agony that gripped at her entrails.
"Ahhh!" she gasped.
The white light burning into her eyeballs, prevented her from seeing the General. But she could feel him--feel his cock head now planted at the entrance to her dry, pain-wracked, unready cunt.
His cock head stretched her dry anguished inner flesh painfully. Frau Melcher felt the harsh sting of his monstrous, throbbing male weapon, as he started to thrust it inward.
She heard his feral grunt as her cuntal walls closed in around his throbbing fuck shaft.
The pain built, but running through her, mixed with her anguish, was pleasure, the pleasure of a man's prick digging deeply into her fuck channel.
"Ohhh!" she cried, rebelling against her errant senses, shocked that she could acquire pleasure from the cock of her husband's murderer. And the General was as much a murderer of her husband, as the soldier who had pulled the trigger of the gun that killed him.
The General laughed lewdly, the sound low and guttural in his throat as he pumped his massive pecker in and out of the helpless woman's aching twat.
Frau Melcher felt the familiar aching feeling build in her, the pressure causing her body to writhe sensuously, as the General's cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Her pussy syrup started to ooze from her fuck channel, making the pistoning of the General's cock easier. As his thrusting motions became faster, as his cock was lubricated with her flowing juices, his driving man-meat raised the temperature in her cunt to an incredible fire.
Her legs, bound outward ached, and even the ache started to disappear, as Frau Melcher felt the first stirrings of an orgasm in the pit of her tortured belly.
"Ohhh!" Frau Melcher moaned, her abused body beginning to surrender to the hot sensual flames which were licking at her cunt.
The General, bucking his muscular loins in and out of the woman's cunt, reached up to her huge, pendulous breasts. He started to squeeze on the clamps which he had attached to her nipples.
Fray Melcher felt her nipples pucker to even more painful tightness. The pain increased, and so did her orgasm, incredibly enough.
And then she screamed, as she felt the teeth of the clamp bite brutally into the hard little nubbins of flesh. The teeth of the clamp, urged more tightly into her flesh, bit straight through the nipples.
With a harsh laugh, the General, still humping brutally into the woman's captive cunt, threw the blood-stained clamps away.
Frau Melcher looked down at her mutilated breasts, and wept. Where her lovely nipples had once been, there were two gaping holes, which were pouring blood in thick, lurid streams down her belly.
The General's humping became harder, his rhythm more frenzied, as he slammed his cock heavily in and out of her cunt.
He arched his buttocks outward, and his long fuck shaft, gleaming with her lawless juices, appeared. Then he contracted his buttocks muscles and drove his massive peter deep into her fuck channel.
Frau Melcher felt the ripples of her orgasm increase, felt her cuntal muscles beginning to grip rhythmically around the hard-driving shaft.
She watched, almost fascinated, her mind almost divorced from the hot heavy feelings which were roiling through her belly, as the General's male sword pierced deeply into her cunt slit.
His thick, bulbous drooling cock head pried deeply into her womanhood, violating her without any qualm. She was a captive. She was just as good as dead.
Frau Melcher's beautiful face contorted with agony and ecstasy, as she felt her orgasm build in her cunt. Her cunt became almost a vacuum as her muscles sucked on the great mass of flesh of the General, as he plowed in and out of her.
She felt his cock lurch in her cunt, felt his peter distend to even greater size. The pulsing of his cock became more demanding. She could feel it, stretching the walls of her cunt, nestled tightly in her fuck channel, throbbing powerfully against her drooling pussy walls.
Mentally she begged her dead husband for forgiveness, just before surrendering to the wild pleasure, which provided the only relief from the constant pain of her still-clamped twat meat, and her mutilated jugs.
"Arrgghh!" the General groaned, as he started to spew his thick wad deep in the woman's cunt. Frau Melcher felt the male liquid spewing into her, mixing with her cuntal juices, and flowing down over the heavy joy stick which was violating her, raping her. She moaned, the tears rolling down her cheeks, as her exposed and spread-apart womanhood, out of her rational control, bucked furiously, lasciviously into the hard-thrusting loins of the General.
Her orgasm peaked hotly, causing a heavy sweat to flush her skin, leaving it gleaming under the hot lights which blinded her.
The General gasped as he shot the last of his load deeply into her cunt. He collapsed slightly against her bound body, and then pulled out of her.
The clamp on her cunt was causing her enormous agony, and the blood still trickled in turgid streams from the gaping wounds where her nipples once were.
"Now, Frau Melcher, you will talk," the General ordered, his voice breathy from the after-effects of his orgasm.
She moaned in response to the order.
Again she screamed. Her suspended legs stiffened in their bonds as she felt the searing pain of a red-hot poker, which was burning through her navel. The awful, sickening stench of burned flesh--her burned flesh-reached her nostrils.
She fainted again, and even in her unconsciousness, could not find relief from the nagging pain. Her whole body seemed to be pain.
When she woke up, she was being fucked again. There was no pain this time, as a stranger's cock thrust deeply into her womanhood. For some bizarre reason, and Frau Melcher was beyond reasoning, as her brain was numbed with the agony she was suffering, her pussy was creaming. The syrup flowed from her fuck channel in copious quantities.
She remembered vaguely that one of her neighbors, a nurse, had told her that men when they die, usually get enormous erections. She could feel the life beginning to pour out of her body from the wounds she had sustained. Her blood flowed terribly.
The oppressive weight of the pain she was suffering, and which, far from being unabated, was increasing in intensity with each new torture her body suffered, was also killing her.
She could feel her heart laboring in her chest. She assumed that perhaps a woman has the same sexual reaction to impending death as a man has.
For all the pain which roared through her tortured, mutilated body, her cuntal muscles gripped eagerly at the cock which was now bucking in and out of her, rubbing the dripping walls of her cunt, massaging the itch of desire which had built in her to an incredible degree.
She couldn't help these erotic feelings, she knew that. She closed her eyes and thought of her husband, kept his face before her. The vision of her beloved husband increased the sexual arousal to a feverish pitch.
And Frau Melcher welcomed it, wanted it. It was the only relief she had from the killing agony which had gripped her body, fogged her mind, and made almost a vegetable out of her.
Again her legs stiffened in their bonds, as she felt the familiar, pleasant sensation of her orgasm building in her. The spasms she experienced in her cunt as she was fucked by this unseen man, shot hot, lustful sensations through her body, heating it, causing the pain to abate somewhat.
She heard the soldier gasping as his own orgasm descended
upon him. His cock throbbed to greater thickness, the head of it, like a snake oozing through wet grass on a sunlit day, seemed to slither more deeply into the recesses of her abused twat.
"Ahhh!" she gasped. Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open. Her body twitched and wriggled obscenely in her bonds, as she felt another orgasm take possession of her body. She squealed. Her heart labored powerfully, pitching her blood through her veins hotly, tumultuously, like lava flowing through the earthy veins of an erupting volcano.
And then the sweet storm burst in full force upon her cunt. She felt her consciousness fading, felt her whole mind descend into the pit of her fleshy woman cave, as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life.
She cried out her husband's name again and again, as her body was pitched into the ecstatic convulsions of her orgasm.
She felt herself carried far away from the room, her cunt still hot and flowing, her husband's name still on her lips. She felt as if he were very close, almost close enough to embrace her, and she desired him with all the ardor she possessed when she had married him as a teenaged girl.
Her body was suffused with a wonderful warm glow, and her mind seemed to be filled with light. She felt a smile form on her lips.
"Argghh!" the soldier gasped, as he spewed his man juices deep into the woman's convulsing cunt. His blood-stained hands kneaded her breasts, causing more blood to squirt from the gaping holes where her nipples had been.
He had never felt such powerful convulsions in a woman's cunt, never! His orgasm was monumental as her sucking, kneading, rippling cuntal muscles gripped at his cock, vacuuming out every ounce of spunk he had in his over-full balls.
He gasped, as he shot the last of his wad into her quivering cunt.
Then he pulled out of her. His arm described a high arc, and he slapped her viciously across her lowered face. Her head snapped to one side, and a red mark appeared instantly where his palm had made brutal contact with her flesh.
But there was no other response from her.
"Hey, what is this?" he asked, lifting her face roughly upward, to stare at her. Her sightless eyes glared at him. There was the faint hint of a smile on her once-lovely mouth.
"General, she is dead."
"Good, bring up her two daughters. Let's see what we can get out of them."
"Shall we dispose of the body?"
"Hell, no! Let the little girls see what happens to those who disobey our orders."
In a cellar room, Deborah and Sada sat, trembling, waiting for their fate. They were too far removed from the room in which their mother was being interrogated to hear her screams. But Sada was tortured by the look of humiliation and fear and pain which suffused her mother's lovely face.
Sada bit her lip when she caught herself wishing that her mother would die, rather than have to undergo the sadistic tortures of this bestial group of men. Sada was rapidly developing an enormous hatred for Germany and all it stood for.
Hadn't they always been good Germans?
Hadn't her father been an ardent patriot? Hadn't they all been decent citizens? And what was happening to them?
They were cut off from all help and assistance, deprived of any rights they thought they had. They had been taken from their home in the middle of the night, their father murdered.
And as Sada thought about it, she suspected that Peter had something to do with it. Hadn't she showed Peter her father's papers?
She had thought that everything was all right, that Peter would help her father. But shortly after bringing the papers back, the SS had knocked on their door, broken it down, and committed a number of atrocities on all of them.
Deborah was sobbing softly. Sada put out her hand, and squeezed her sister's wrists. This was no time to break down. They needed all the strength they could get.
"Bring up Deborah and Sada Melcher!" the two of them heard a voice intone, through the partially open door where they were being guarded.
The guard, who had been sitting in a chair, with his feet up on a table in front of the chair, leered at the two beautiful sisters, and stood up. He picked up his gun, which he had placed on the table within arm's reach of him, and pointed it at the two sisters.
"Get up, quick!" he snarled.
Sada got up. Deborah lagged slightly behind. For her tardiness, she was rewarded with a brutal blow of the gun across her cheek.
She screamed, and fell forward, sprawling at Sada's feet. Sada reached down quickly and picked the trembling, pain-wracked girl up. Already the cheek where the gun had landed, was swelling, and a dark, ugly bruise was showing.
"Come, quickly, quickly!" Sada said, almost as harshly as the guard, but for a different reason. She didn't want to see her sister suffer, didn't want her sister mutilated the way she suspected her mother was being mutilated, if her mother were still alive.
She grabbed her sister's wrist, and hurried through the door at the prodding of the soldier.
They were marched up the two flights of stairs and into the General's office. He was sitting behind his desk, his feet up on the desk. He smiled at them.
That was the first sight the two lovely girls saw. The second sight which blasted their senses, was the mutilated, dead body of their mother, trussed up, bleeding, her nakedness exposed to the lewd gaze of the sadists in the room.
Deborah screamed, and then fainted at the sight which greeted her.
Sada. slightly older, struggled to retain her consciousness. She felt her rebellious stomach churning in her belly. She felt the cold sweat pouring off her face, trickling in maddeningly itching streams down her back.
"Well, girls, what do you think of our work? Your stupid sow of a mother is dead, and it is her own fault."
The General observed the prostrate form of Deborah. "Revive her. We need her awake, not unconscious."
One of the soldiers in the room went to the sink and filled a bucket with water, and came over and splashed it on Deborah.
The lovely little girl moaned, and came back to consciousness. She looked at her mother, and began to weep piteously.
"Tie them up!" the General ordered.
The two girls were led over to the same wall where the bloody, mutilated body of their mother was, and they were manacled to the wall on either side of her.
Sada's heart pounded in her chest. She looked through the white haze of the lights, trying to discern who her tormenters were. It was virtually impossible.
The white light burned into her eyes. She looked over at the limp body of her mother, looked down at the lightly-fuzzed, and bloody mound of her mother's womanhood, that flesh which was her flesh, too. She felt the tears smarting in her eyes.
But this was no time to indulge in self-pity. Her mother and father were now dead. Sada was the head of the household, and she was going to have to take care of herself and Deborah as best she could.
"Let her go!" Sada said, as she saw soldiers lifting Debora's legs up in the same, obscene position her mother had died in. "She doesn't know anything. She's just a little girl."
A hand reached through the intense white mist, and ripped of Sada's dress. The hand reached in again, and Sada felt her panties wrested from her. Sada got very scared, more scared than she felt humiliated.
For all her playing with Peter, Sada was still a virgin. She was saving her virginity for Peter.
"Your friend, Peter, is a very good friend of the Third Reich!" she heard the General's voice say. The General's body appeared. He was rubbing his cock, which was monstrous, bigger even than the cock she had seen first rape her mother.
Sada felt her hands go cold.
"I know you know what we need to know," the General smiled. "I was just waiting for your cooperation. As soon as I know you are pliable, then perhaps we can undo the damage your disloyal, unpatriotic, traitorous parents did to you."
Sada thought she was going to die. She had heard Peter's name mentioned in connection with these men! Had Peter gone to them with the information she had given him? She had thought that Peter was going to help her father!
Sada almost fainted at the burden which was suddenly placed on her. If Peter were a spy for the Third Reich, then she, Sada, had inadvertently caused the death of her beloved father, and caused untold suffering to her mother before she was tortured to death.
The General laughed, as he read the anguish on Sada's face.
"Of course we set Peter to watching you, hoping that you would give us the information we needed," the General said. His voice was slightly sarcastic and filled with the good humor of a point well won.
Sada felt her heart lurch in her breast. She had trusted Peter, loved him! And Peter had been a viper nursed at her breast. But perhaps the General was lying!
"Peter also tells us that you are still a virgin. The Third Reich cannot afford virgins. The only reason women exist is to have babies for the Third Reich, unpolluted babies, babies with good Aryan blood, and good political training, and to service the soldiers and men of the Third Reich.
"Peter was a fool for not educating you along those lines. Once we have re-educated you, you may see him again."
Sada felt an enormous loathing build in her for the General and for Peter. The hatred and the rage at being betrayed which filled her, compensated her for the great anguish of having loved wrongly.
But the damage had been done! She had already unwittingly caused the death of her parents. The least she could do was to spare Deborah.
"What do you want to know?" Sada said.
"I want to be assured that you have relented in certain political attitudes, which no doubt you picked up from your traitorous father. I want to be assured that you are amenable to re-education. I want you to tell me everything I already know."
And Sada told everything she had read, or that Peter had explained to her in her father's papers. She told about his nightly meetings, and on a sudden impulse, said that Peter's father was one of her father's group.
Sada was young and her innocence had been betrayed. She had trusted and loved wrongly. At this point, she was trying to make up for the damage she had done, trying to ameliorate the enormous weight of guilt which lay on her shoulders.
In reparation, she was more than willing to assume responsibility for Deborah, to suffer for her, to protect her from the awful fate which her parents had suffered.
She heard the harsh intake of breath from the General's mouth, and correctly assessed that he was shocked.
"Peter did not mention that his father's name was in any of the papers of your father, which are now in our possession."
"But Peter saved some papers," Sada said, gazing as innocently as she could at the General. Her teenaged, quick mind, supported by her rage, made this possible. "He said he was going to show them to his father, so that he could help my father."
The General chuckled. He turned his gaze in the direction of the whimpering Deborah, who was struggling in her bonds.
"Release her, and put her back in the guard room. I will finish up with this one, and then, well, we shall see," the General said.
Sada watched, with enormous relief, as her sister was released from her bonds.
Deborah turned her tear-filled eyes to her sister. "Sada!" she cried.
"Go!" Sada spat at her harshly. "Do as you're told!"
Weeping, a soldier led Deborah away. Sada felt relieved. She could stand anything now, as long as her sister was safe.
"And now I shall make you a true woman of the Third Reich," the General snarled, moving in to the naked Sada.
Sada stiffened as she felt the General's cock at the entrance to her cunt. She screamed, as she felt the searing, burning pain of his cock stretching her cuntal walls wide for the first time.
The General thrust in brutally, until his cock head butted up against the delicate membrane of her hymen.
Sada opened her mouth to scream again, but the pain of the General's cock, plunging through her maidenhead, rupturing the flesh, tearing it away from her soft cuntal walls, took her breath away.
Her mouth gaped open in a soundless scream, as the General, grunting, thrust his massive peter deep into Sada's once virginal cunt. She felt his balls pressing against her quivering ass cheeks, felt his cock throbbing against the torn, bleeding walls of her pussy, and her breath came back.
She whimpered, as the General grasped her lovely haunches, and in the presence of her dead mother, raped her brutally, his cock pumping wildly in and out of her tight, bleeding cunt, sending searing waves of pain rippling through her delicate, deliciously endowed teenaged body.
Sada closed her eyes, and offered the pain and the wretched humiliation of her rape to her parents, begging their forgiveness.
The General's cock plowed in and out of her mercilessly, the hard, hot man meat pounding into her abraded cunt. The dull misery of her burning cunt filled Sada's body, and caused her head to ache.
CHAPTER SIX
Sada almost fainted with the pain, as the General's cock thrust in and out of her viciously.
Behind the General, hidden by the lights, she heard the lewd comments of encouragement, which the rest of the General's staff called out. She realized that, as with her mother, her genitals had been exposed to their lewd gaze, that she was very visible to them with the white lights glaring on her nude, raped body.
She felt only slightly humiliated, however, her rage at her betrayal serving to strengthen her for the obscene ordeal that the General was subjecting her to.
And now, at least, for all her political naivete, Sada knew some of the ropes. There must be some way to act, to disarm these men from their suspicions of her. She had cooperated, and she would continue to do so until she could get herself and Deborah out of this awful fix, and away from Germany entirely.
Even her country had betrayed her, nursing countrymen like Peter who gained her love and trust, and then turned it against her in this vicious way.
As Sada felt her anger grow, she ceased being so helpless against the pain of the General's cock. As a matter of fact, Sada noted with some fascination that for all the pain, and humiliation involved in her rape, her pussy walls were beginning to ooze syrup.
As the pussy juice drooled down her little twat, it lubricated her tight fuck tunnel, and eased the passage of the General's huge fuck rod as it pistoned in and out of her cunt.
The hot, hard rod slid faster and easier in and out of Sada's cunt. Her breathing became heavy, erratic, as she felt her excitement grown. And this time the excitement was different.
It wasn't like making love to Peter, who never put his prick into her. It was different. The spasms seemed to start deep in her cunt, and her stomach lurched heavily in her belly.
It was as if her whole body were mustering its resources for the monumental orgasm, which had started to build in her body.
Against her haunches, the General's fingers dug deeply, bruising her soft white flesh. The slight pain added a different dimension to the powerful pleasure which had taken possession of Sada's body.
Sada had nowhere to go in her mind, to retreat from the brutal reality of her situation. She could not send her mind into a secret comer where she had once kept her love and her sexual fantasies for Peter.
Peter had betrayed her, and where she had enshrined his memory, there was a gaping psychic wound that hurt, nagged at her consciousness.
So Sada surrendered to the reality, allowed the orgasm to build in her until her body writhed and twisted wildly in her bonds. She bucked her muff forward, grinding it against the hairy base of the General's cock.
He started to grunt, and increased the speed of his lewd humping. Sada felt her pussy walls get warmer, as the friction of the General's cock, rubbing against her incredibly tight pussy walls increased.
And then her orgasm burst upon her in full fury and strength. She felt the contractions, rhythmical, powerful, of her twat muscles. They seemed to grip at the slimy, hot fuck rod, greedily, hungrily.
Sada threw her head back, and gasped, as she felt the orgasm build in her. Her lovely nude body gleamed with sex sweat, and she jiggled wildly, like a puppet from tangled strings as her orgasm built.
Then she felt the first gush of the General's slimy scum pouring hotly into her. She gyrated her hips around, feeling the first sensual contact of a man's gism, as it poured from his throbbing rod into her quivering quim.
The contractions intensified, spread to her muscles, her very nerves, and her whole body filled with a delicious warmth. Her brain, fogged with lust, shot off ecstatic signals which only added to the sensual bliss which bloated her convulsing body.
The General kept pumping wad after wad of scum into her. His gism mixed with her pouring pussy syrup, and oozed out of her over-stuffed fuck hole. Against her contracted, rippling ass, she felt the General's hair-covered balls slapping furiously. They had become wet and sticky from all the come juices that were flowing from Sada's violated womanhood.
Sada's body stiffened and shivered, and a last intense flare of heat washed through her, and then she felt her orgasm begin to fade slowly.
The General grunted like a rutting pig, and then Sada felt his cock beginning to soften in her cunt.
When she opened her eyes, the General was leering up at her.
"You will make a nice addition to the women on the General Staff--when your re-education is completed," he said. He pulled out of her, his cock making a lewd plopping sound as he yanked it from Sada's soaking wet, tight little honey pot.
"Take her down, and put her with her sister," the General ordered.
Sada was thrown her clothes, and allowed to put the tattered remnants of her dress on, and she was taken back to the cellar room.
She gasped as she was roughly pushed into the room.
Her sister, sprawled face down across the table, was being fucked by the guard!
"Stop it!" she screamed, rushing toward the guard, who was standing over her sister, humping in and out of her mechanically, brutally. Deborah was whimpering, her little hands clenched into fists, as she suffered with the pain of her brutal defloration.
One of the soldiers who had thrown her into the room, came up behind her, and pulled her off the madly humping guard, and threw the young girl to the floor.
Her dress parted, revealing her burgeoning, teenaged assets.
"Fuck her!" the humping guard said. "That'll keep her quiet."
The soldier pulled his partially erect cock out of his fly, and started to pump on it, standing between Sada's sprawled legs.
Sada tried to pull away from the soldier, but was stopped by the soldier's heavy boot, digging into her belly.
A great hatred for the man, for all men, rose up in Sada's young breasts. She had been bombarded by the bestiality of men, betrayed by her one and only love, raped by the General, and now this strange soldier who had dug the hell of his boot brutally into her soft belly, was pumping his cock, making it big and angry-looking in its fiery blood-engorged state.
The soldier got down on his knees, and spread Sada's legs even wider. Sada looked down her beautiful body, and watched as the soldier placed his prick at the entrance to her still dripping cunt.
She could hear her sister whimpering, and her anger grew. There had to be a way to get even with these men, these awful men!
She heard the guard who was fucking her sister, grunting like a rutting pig. She heard him snorting, and gasping, and knew that he was coming, in her sister, her once-virginal sister!
And Sada had sworn to protect Deborah!
"Ohhh!" she gasped, as the soldier leaning over her, thrust his massive cock inward. It didn't hurt as much as the General had hurt.
Her virginity was now long-gone, in Sada's mind, so she wasn't quite so tense. Furthermore, the General's scum, mixed with her pussy syrup, still lubricated her cunt.
She felt the soldier's thick fuck rod, slide easily up her cunt. She felt her pussy walls give way before the rough onslaught of the man's joy stick.
She felt the thick, hot throbbing shaft pounding against her tight cuntal walls.
The soldier leaned down, and pressed Sada's shoulders into the floor, and began to thrust in and out of her.
Sada looked quickly over to her sister, and felt her heart lurch in her breast. Her sister was watching. Her face was streaked with tears, and her complexion was flushed with excitement, as Deborah watched her sister getting fucked brutally by her captor.
Sada closed her eyes, mortified that her sister would be subjected to such sights, would have been subjected to being raped herself.
But the General had said that virgins were useless in the Germany right now, and Sada was beginning to acquire some knowledge of what was expected of all women.
As Sada watched the soldier lustfully laboring over her, she became fascinated. The soldier's face was twisted in an irrational expression of unbridled lust.
The man was almost helpless in the throes of his copulatory frenzy. Sada watched him, hating him, and in the hatred, acquiring a point of view she might not otherwise have developed.
She squeezed her cuntal muscles deliberately against the hard-pumping shaft of the soldier. She looked down her full melon-shaped tits, down her flat belly with the slight swelling at her abdomen, over the lightly-furred muff, to where the soldier's monstrous fuck-rod pumped in and out of her cunt slit.
She watched the rod appear, gleaming with her pussy juices, and then disappear as her cunt sucked it up. And as she watched, the pleasure mounted. She could feel her ass muscles contracting with pleasure.
Again she experimentally squeezed her cuntal muscles around the man's fuck rod. The man gasped, and his pumping motions became more frenzied. His ass rose and fell as he drove his cock more and more furiously into Sada's cunt.
And Sada started to think of an awful plan, a devastating way to get even with all the men who had destroyed her family, and who were now trying to destroy her.
There must be thousands of Peters in the world, thousands of Generals, and soldiers like this one. And they should be punished. Sada thought she could do it.
A man was helpless in one particular condition, and in that condition, he was also extremely vulnerable, and that was when he had an erection, and was in a woman.
Sada began to feel her own power. She was determined to survive, determined to fulfill her destiny as an avenger of the worst kind. And her weapon would be sex!
The soldier grunted, and his face flushed violently. Sada watched as his sweat poured off his features. She felt the fine tremor in his body as his orgasm built.
Sada felt the first flush of her own orgasm spill through her, felt the convulsions in her cunt, triggered by the pumping cock of the lustful man who was violating her.
She closed her eyes, abandoning her thoughts momentarily as she clutched at the pleasure which was spilling over from her cunt, and filling her whole body with a wonderful warmth.
She gritted her teeth together, and moaned. Her hips, out of her rational control, instinctively humped upward, as the spasms built to a rhythmic intensity in her cunt that caused her juices to spill out of her in copious quantities.
She felt the sudden hot swelling of the man's cock in her cunt, and knew that he was about to ejaculate.
On his next thrust inward, she felt the hot, sticky contact of his viscid come cream, as it gushed out of his piss slit.
He pulled his throbbing fuck stick out and slammed it inward again, releasing another heavy load from his churning balls.
Sada felt the pleasure build until her own orgasm peaked, sending delicious rills of pleasure trickling through her whole body. She felt goose flesh form on her soft skin, as she writhed and bucked under the brutal sexual assault of the soldier.
He thrust into her again, bruising her swollen pussy lips with the violence of his plunge, and spewed the last of his load into her.
Then he grunted, and collapsed on top of her. Sada felt how weak he was at that moment. She was savoring her own orgasmic afterglow, savoring the feeling of her pussy juices which poured freely down her still-stuffed hole.
The man pulled out of her, and stood up, stuffing his cock back into his trousers.
The two men left the room, leaving the two girls, bewildered, humiliated, to console each other.
"Oh, Sada," Deborah moaned, running to her sister.
"It's all right, Deborah. I'll take care of you as best I can."
"Oh, it's so awful. What are we going to do."
Sada grabbed her sister firmly by her shoulders, and gazed keenly into the tear-streaked face.
"Listen, Deborah, we have one thing to do until we get out of Germany, and that's to survive. We cannot make any more friends here, because everyone betrays us. Look what Peter did to us!"
"Leave Germany?" Deborah asked. "How can we? We're prisoners!"
"I don't care how we do it, Deborah. We're going to do it. I don't care if I have to lie, steal, murder, and play the whore. We're getting out of this awful country, you hear?
Just don't say anything, and do what I tell you to."
Deborah looked at her sister with a little bit of awe written on her face. "Yes, Sada, I promise. I'll do everything you say."
"Good! We will survive, Deborah. And I'm going to get even with them all!"
"Oh, Sada, don't say things like that. You scare me!"
"I scare myself, and I don't care. I swear on our parents' dead bodies, I will get even with the whole race of men if I have to!"
The two young girls waited and waited. Sada made Deborah go to sleep, to conserve her strength. The girl curled up in her sister's lap, and while Sada guarded her sister's sleep, she nursed her own plans for vengeance.
Her soft, sweet mouth curled into an unaccustomed sneer, as she thought of how drastically her life had changed in a few brief hours.
Sada knew that she would have to do any number of things she couldn't have even considered twenty-four hours ago, and Sada knew, given her present rage, and her determination to survive, to avenge herself and her parents, that she would do everything required of her unhesitatingly.
She felt the pain of her betrayal build in her body, felt the tears smarting her lovely eyes.
Then, resolutely, she willed the pain to subside, willed all her lovely human, feminine emotions into subjection to her fiery determination.
From now on, Sada could not afford to feel, could not have a conscience, could not find any sympathy in her for anyone, or anything. Sada needed to be an efficiently functioning machine, and in order to be that, her emotions could not stand in her way.
When the door to the cellar room opened, many hours later, Sada looked up with hardened heart and fiery eyes, ringed with dark circles from lack of sleep.
It was the General.
"It is all arranged. You will go to Dachau for six months of discipline, and then you will be sent back here, you and your sister, to serve the war effort here.
"If you behave yourselves, and learn your lesson well, your past and your parentage will be forgotten. Is that understood?"
"I understand," Sada said, softly.
"Then come!" the General ordered.
Sada roused her still sleeping sister, and they followed the General out of the building, and to a truck. The two of them were thrown roughly into the back of the truck, and they began a long, long journey to the concentration camp.
It was supposed to be a place where political dissenters and rebels were disciplined. Sada had heard of it.
She was not, however, aware of the scope of the disciplining that went on--at least, not until she and her sister got there.
They were put in a barracks with a lot of other women. The camp comprised men and women, who were quartered in different parts of the camp.
They were issued uniforms, and given instructions on their conduct and what was expected of them by the head of their barracks, and then they were put to work.
The two of them worked in the laundry. The job was incredibly grueling, and at the end of the day, the two young girls lay down on their bunks, exhausted to sickness, and too tired to eat.
The two young girls fell asleep.
They were awakened roughly by one of their barracks mates.
"Come on," she said. "It's time for supper."
"I don't want to eat!" Sada said, trying to burrow her head under the coarse blanket.
"You have to eat, no matter what. There's no telling when we'll have food, or for how long, and if you want to survive, you have to eat!" the woman said, angrily.
Sada remembered her promise to survive, and got up. She and her sister dragged themselves to the eating hall, where they had a very thin, flat soup, with a few potatoes in it, and some meager-looking vegetables. There was also a piece of bread.
Sada resisted the urge to complain. She had to get out of here, and that meant that her attitude had to be such, that no one suspected she was anything but an obedient slave of the state, and perfectly happy with her condition.
The diners were all silent. Prisoners were not supposed to talk to one another.
At a command from a guard at the end of the hall, the prisoners all rose together, and filed out of the dining hall and back to their barracks.
Sada was half asleep, when the door to the barracks was flung open. She kept her eyes partially closed, at the command of some instinct for self-preservation, as two guards walked up and down the long rows of hard bunks on which the women slept.
"You, you, you, you, and you!" the two men barked, pointing to various women. The women got up without a sound, and walked toward the barracks entrance.
One of the soldiers paused at Sada's bed.
"Ahh, we have a new one!"
"Two new ones!" his companion exclaimed, pointing to Sada's sister.
"Well, let them sleep tonight. We shall have sport with them tomorrow," the first guard said.
When the guards had finished culling the women from the barracks, they walked up to the front, where they were assembled, and marched them out.
Sada would soon become familiar with that routine. The women, exhausted from a twelve-hour day of arduous labor, would not be returned until morning, in time for their meager breakfast and work.
In the weeks that followed Sada learned much about accommodating the soldiers. She became, in a way, a pet. She and Deborah were pulled off laundry duty, and were stationed instead at the entrance to the camp, where all new prisoners gave up all their belongings.
These belongings were sorted into piles, and then consigned to different warehouses. The work was much easier, and occasionally Sada and Deborah were treated to a piece of chocolate, or some cake, or extra bread, which was always confiscated from the prisoners.
As Sada learned, so she counseled Deborah, and Deborah, awed at the change in her sister, was obedient and compliant.
One day, when she and Deborah, and one other inmate were waiting for a shipment of prisoners, Sada experienced a profound emotional and moral crisis. The shipments of prisoners were getting larger and larger, and many of them, to Sada's way of thinking, did not, like her and her sister, belong in the camp.
She was getting to like German less and less. The train pulled up at the station, and the first car opened. The prisoners, many of them in bad condition, were herded out and through the various doors that led to various compounds.
The guard who was doing the sorting at the entrance, called for more help, when he realized that Sada, Deborah, and Minna, the third prisoner, had more than their hands full.
Sada stood up for a moment, to stretch. She had been piling overcoats into carts, to be wheeled to the warehouse meant for them.
And her breath froze in her throat. Among the prisoners, straggling in from the last car, were Peter, his father, and his mother.
As he came abreast of her, Peter saw the lovely Sada. He gasped, his motion arrested by the sight of her.
Sada noted the troubled look in his eyes, the way he had trouble meeting her gaze. Sada actually felt her cunt creaming with the triumph that went through her.
She smiled broadly at Peter. She watched him frown, watched the flush creep into his handsome, once-loved face.
Sada wondered, in this camp, just how much she could get away with. She would love to have killed him, as he caused the death of her mother and father. But she didn't want to spoil her growing chances of deliverance.
Sada had been systematically stealing from the piles of goods, taking a little money here, and a little there, hiding it away.
Her lovely smile faded into a sneer. Peter looked away. He was prodded forward by the brutal jab in his back of the barrel of a guard's rifle. Before he walked through the door, to be assigned to his compound, he looked back over his shoulder.
The look of consternation on his face, was now compounded with fear.
That night, when the guards came in to pick the women, Sada was among them. That night, she won especial attention from the commandant of the camp for her performance.
And she gave her all. While she was fucking the commandant, giving him every bit of her attention, and the benefit of all the skills she had acquired, she was devising ways of getting to Peter, of seeing to it, that he never left the concentration camp.
As the commandant's cock plowed wetly in and out of her cunt, Sada smiled at him sensually, and rhythmically caused her pussy muscles to clench around his cock, providing even more intense stimulation for his raging fuck rod.
Sada felt her orgasm building, and knew that part of it was the great feeling of joy which was coursing through her.
The commandant grunted. Around her, in the officers' quarters, she heard other shouts and groans, and knew that the men were all approaching their first climaxes of the evening, and there would be many more before the exhausted girls were released to resume their onerous chores.
"Ahhh!" the commandant growled. Sada felt his cock lurch in her cunt, felt him pouring his hot, frothing come cream into her ardent twat. She arched her hips up, slamming her swollen, red-hot pussy lips against the sticky-wet hairy groin of the hard-humping commandant.
He poured wad after wad of his viscid lustful liquid into Sada's teenaged. pussy. Sada wrapped her lovely, beautifully-shaped legs around the commandant's undulating waist, exposing more of her lovely bush to the battering fuck rod which pistoned in and out of her cunt furiously.
She felt her orgasm rumble in her belly, felt the rhythmic contractions of her cunt as they responded to the hot waves of pleasure roaring through her.
Sada moaned, as she came, her body quivering violently under the writhing sweating body of the commandant.
"Ahh!" the commandant grunted again, as he emptied his balls into the sweet little snatch. Sada's orgasm peaked and faded away, as the commandant collapsed on top of her body, moaning and gasping for breath.
"I should do a favor for you, for such a wonderful fuck," he husked. Sada smiled at him, masking her hatred in a warm glow that deceived the commandant.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I would like to see how you indoctrinate the new group of prisoners," Sada said. "It might be an interesting political education for me.
The commandant laughed.
"I am impressed with the progress you and your sister are making," he said. He pulled out of her, his cock making a wet, plopping noise, and sat up, momentarily sated.
Against one wall, Sada saw four new girls, naked. They were tied to rings which had been set into the wall. They were being whipped.
Sada remembered her first night in the officers' quarters. She had been whipped, and had had her ass reamed out, and had suffered the anguish of seeing her sister similarly tortured. But she had borne it all with good grace, and willingness. She had carefully hidden her anger and her rage.
Because of her compliance and apparent good nature, she and her well-tutored sister had become favorites among the officers, which is exactly what Sada had in mind.
"It might be an interesting political education for me," Sada said to the bemused commandant.
"And so it might. I predict that you will go far in the Third Reich, and be a woman of some, err, importance. Very well, it will be done."
Sada had no intention of letting the commandant's favor go unrewarded. She curled up, her face near his lap. His cock was gleaming with their combined come juices, as she took the sticky-wet, semi-erect fuck prod in her soft little hand, and plopped the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Ahh!" the commandant moaned, throwing his head back. He leaned back on his elbows, and allowed the girl's tongue to go wild on his raging prick.
Sada's mouth moved down to the base of the commandant's cock. She inhaled deeply of his male muskiness.
Sada found it strange as she progressed in her questionable arts of pleasing a man sensually, that she could so hate a creature like the commandant, and yet know how to please him so well!
She pulled her mouth off his phallus which was throbbing to fullness, and reached under his cock with her mouth. She took one of his fleshy, hairy orbs into her mouth and began to suck on it. It tasted of her pussy juices combined with his come cream which had drooled out of her cunt.
Having excited and thoroughly laved the first heavy sac, Sada moved her mouth to the second sac. She licked around his hairs, thoroughly soaking them, then she popped it into her mouth, feeling the wrinkled texture of it, the way the hairs teased the roof of her mouth.
The commandant was moaning steadily now, and when Sada again turned her attention to his prick, it was fully erect. It stood out like a lurid, fleshy stalk from his pubic forest. It was red, angry-looking in its tumescence.
Sada opened her beautiful mouth and buried his bulbous, drooling cock head in her mouth, trapping the oozing glans between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She moaned, and the vibration caused the commandant to gasp, his breath hissing through his teeth.
Sada put her hands on the commandant's flat, washboard belly, and felt the muscles tightening with his pleasure. She savored the feel of the slight tremor which was caused by his sexual arousal.
The throbbing in his cock increased in intensity, as Sada's mouth started to bob up and down on the veiny shaft of the man's swollen peter. Each downward bob pushed more and more of his cock into her mouth, until she felt his fleshy glans plugging the entrance to her throat.
Sada started to swallow. She moaned again, to hide the mirth occasioned by a perverse thought--that of biting deeply into the man's cock, cutting cleanly through the turgid shaft, severing it from his testicles, castrating him with her mouth.
As she brought her mouth upward, she gently scraped the throbbing hot sides of his shaft with her teeth. She knew she had caused a sting to the man's super-sensitive fuck flesh, but the sting seemed to increase the commandant's pleasure.
He started to buck his hips upward, rhythmically thrusting the tip of his prick into Sada's talented throat.
She swallowed firmly around his cock, stimulating the head of his penis, feeling the juices ooze more copiously from his piss slit. She felt the slimy streams starting to trickle down her rippling throat, as she bobbed up and down more and more furiously on his cock.
Her mouth was stretched against the thickness of his prick, and her throat started to ache, as he humped into her with an increasing intensity, as his passion rose in him.
She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth partially open. His breath hissed from his passion-constricted throat. Sada sucked more fiercely on his cock. She thought, as she made a vacuum of her mouth, that she would like to suck his cock out at the roots, and every vicious thought that spilled into her imagination, only increased the pleasure she gave him.
Her mouth was working almost fiendishly on the man's cock, scraping it with her teeth, laving it with her tongue, which twirled round and round the pulsing shaft. She pried the tip of her tongue almost brutally into his piss slit, and heard him cry out as his pleasure built to the edge of orgasm.
Then, sucking strongly on the great fleshy wand, she began to urge the come out of his balls.
His cock gave one heaving throb, and she felt the first load of his scum pour down her aching throat. Her sucking became even more violent, as the commandant began to ejaculate.
Sada made it a point of pride to swallow all of a man's come when she was forced to service them with her mouth. She swallowed furiously, feeling the burning ache in her throat, which was plugged by the commandant's thick, spewing fuck rod.
"Ahhh!" he gasped. His hips beat a lurid tattoo on the bed, where he had been fucking her, and where she was now sucking him off furiously.
She felt the last of his load pouring down her throat. She continued to lick and suck on his cock.
There was malicious intent in her enthusiasm. She knew how sensitive his cock would be after his orgasm, and she intended to cause him pain, had intended to annoy him with the violence she had inflicted on his cock with her mouth.
Instead of objecting, he had been roused to further sexual fury. She kept sucking. She heard the commandant grunt. She looked up. His expression of bliss had turned to one of pain, but he did not stop her.
Sada with malice aforethought, pressed the man's dwindling cock tightly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and sucked with a force she would never have dared to use before.
Still the commandant did not object. She looked up at him again, as she tortured his sensitized cock head. The sweat poured from his temples, and he was wincing.
Finally, he hands came down and he pulled her face roughly away from his cock.
"Enough!" he gasped. "Enough, enough! Hah!"
She looked up at him, and smiled, her smile warm and limpid. The commandant shook his head.
"You are a fantastic cock sucker," he said.
"Thank you," she said. "It was a pleasure."
The commandant winced and caressed his now sore cock. Sada was fascinated. She had the feeling that he enjoyed being hurt by her mouth. It gave her food for thought.
"Go!" the commandant said, pushing her away from him. "Go sleep. You will watch the interrogations tomorrow evening."
"What about my sister?" Sada said, running her hand up and down the commandant's hairy thigh.
"Go back to your barracks, and tell the matron to send over two more women. I will get your sister released as soon as she is finished with the Corporal over there."
Sada looked at her younger sister, and winced. She was having her ass reamed out by the Corporal.
Deborah was bent over a table in one comer of the officers' quarters, her lovely young legs splayed apart obscenely, while the Corporal thrust in and out of her furiously.
Sada dressed and went back to her barracks.
The next evening, she and her sister sat with the commandant in a large room, where political dissidents were interrogated.
Lined up, naked against one wall were Peter, his father, and a tall blond young man.
Peter's mouth had dropped with shock when he saw Sada come in. Sada had learned that day, that she and her sister were being sent back to the city for further service.
Sada did not kid herself about the nature of the "service" required, and she laid it out carefully to her sister.
Deborah at first was rebellious. It took all of Sada's arguing and cajoling to convince her sister that it was the only way for them to get out of Germany, and to find freedom elsewhere.
So Sada had an especially good reason for being in the interrogating room on this particular day.
The commandant stood up and signaled to one of his aides-de-camp. Those blinding lights which Sada remembered all too well, were turned on the political prisoners.
"You are here because all of you have engaged in political activity destructive to the State. We expect all of you to cooperate with us to the fullest degree, and give us the information we ask for."
The commandant then asked each of them to state his name, place of birth, age, and occupation.
He turned his attention to Peter and his father. "You two are accused of conspiring with Professor Melcher against the State. What do you have to say about the accusation."
"Who accused us?" Peter cried out.
A guard, standing beside the commandant, lashed out with a steel-barbed whip. It cut across Peter's handsome face, leaving a jagged cut so deep that it revealed his teeth and gums. The blood gushed from the wound.
"You ask no questions here. -I ask the questions. I repeat, you are accused of conspiring with Professor Melcher against the State. I wish to know the names of the rest of the group of traitors, first."
Peter's father was trembling violently. Sada smiled as she saw the sweat of fear gleaming on his old flesh. Her pussy creamed with the sensual aftermath of her victory.
She was garnering her first victory, avenging herself on Peter and his father for causing the death of her parents.
"I do not know who Professor Melcher's friends were!" Peter's father exclaimed. "I never associated with him! I do not even know the crime of which he is accused!"
Sada's mouth went dry with excitement. Her tits jiggled against the cotton, prison issue uniform, as her chest heaved.
The guard flicked the whip against the chest of Peter's father. He screamed as he felt the vicious bite of the steel barb, which cut from his left shoulder through his left nipple, downward, leaving an ugly, jagged gash, which poured blood downward. Sada watched the lurid streams of blood trickling down his belly, spreading outward as it reached his pelvic area, pooling in the thick hair of his pubes.
"You stole certain papers of Professor Melcher. What did you do with those papers? What information did they contain which implicates you in the crime of high treason?" the commandant intoned.
Sada's lie to the General had worked! She was choked with the excitement which thrilled through her. Her cunt creamed madly. She would gladly have fucked the guard who was whipping her once-loved friend, now turned into her most hated enemy.
The commandant walked easily to a seat next to Sada and sat down. He looked at her and smiled. "I can see that this is going to take a long time."
"I ask you again, to name the associates of Professor Melcher," the commandant commanded.
There was silence. Sada noticed that the handsome blond man was also shaking. His cock was partially erect, and Sada giggled silently, enjoying his vulnerability.
Again the guard's whip came down. Sada felt a hand on her thigh. It was the commandant's hand, and it was wet with sweat.
So! she thought, he is aroused by pain and suffering. Her mind cast back to the night before, when she had wanted to hurt him and only succeeded in giving him more pleasure.
Sada's hand went out, and rested on the commandant's knee. She ran her hand upward, until it came in contact with his crotch. He was fully erect. Sada kneaded the huge, throbbing bulge in his trousers, and smiled.
She squirmed slightly in her seat.
The commandant continued to ask questions, and Peter and his father continued to deny any knowledge of a conspiracy, continued to deny that they didn't know Professor Melcher.
Sada kept quiet, her soft white hand resting on the throbbing bulge of the commandant's cock.
She knew that he would fuck her afterwards, and she didn't care, because as the flesh was literally flayed off the two men, as their blood pooled in a dark sticky puddle at their feet, Sada felt her own sexual juices flowing hotly and freely.
Both men eventually fainted, and the commandant got up to light a cigarette and stretch his legs. Sada kept her eyes on the monstrous bulge in his crotch.
"And now for you!" the commandant said suddenly, walking up to the handsome blond man.
"What do you want?" he asked weakly. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."
His pallor was shocking, his voice as he spoke was shaking. He had watched the two men being whipped to death.
There was laughter among the attendants in the interrogating room. The blond man spilled a lot of information, which was taken down by a stenographer in the room.
"Whip him, and take him out to serve his sentence--hard labor!"
"Aiiieeee!" the man screamed, as the barbed whip which he had attempted to avoid cut into his flesh. The guard whipped him brutally, until his flesh was covered with a lurid patina of blood. His flesh hung in ribbons where the steel barb had cut into it. His bone showed at his shoulder, where the whip had dug deeply.
He was carried out unconscious.
"Will he live?" Sada asked, fascinated.
The commandant shrugged his shoulders, and offered his half-smoked cigarette to the beautiful girl. Sada noticed the way his eyes burned through her, seeming to undress her in the room.
Sada felt incredibly hot. Her pussy itched furiously, maddeningly. She needed to be fucked badly.
And her fingers itched to hurt Peter and his father. But she asked for nothing. It was reward enough to her, to know that Peter knew she was in this room, witnessing his humiliation and his pain.
As she savored the pleasure of her revenge, nursed the anger, a hot wave of pain shot through her. She had loved him! Sada hardened her heart against the love.
He had betrayed her, murdered her parents, put Sada and her sister, Deborah, into the humiliating position they were in now, and that Sada swore she would get out of, and never, never, ever again get into!
She stared at the two men. It looked as if Peter's father were on the verge of death. Peter moaned, and his eyes fluttered open. His face was covered with blood, and streaked with sweat. His eyes were dark with fear.
Mixed with the vision of the mutilated, once-handsome boy, were Sada's recollections of all those loving times, all those lies he told in the name of love. Sada swallowed her own bile.
"Get the electrodes," the commandant ordered. The guard who had been doing the whipping, dropped his blood-stained whip and walked over to a table with other torture equipment in it.
He came back with a large, square, black box, which he placed at Peter's feet. He took a set of clamps, attached to a long wire, and clipped them on Peter's cock.
Sada felt her heart trip on her chest. Her sweat rolled freely down her back. She even had a mini-orgasm, sitting in the seat, felt her juices staining the back of her cotton dress, as she understood what the man was going to do.
The guard placed another set of electrodes on each of Peter's heavy, hairy sacs.
Peter gasped loudly, in a sobbing manner.
"P-please, I don't know anything."
"You knew enough to show the SS Professor Melcher's papers, thereby incriminating him."
Sada held her breath. It was she who had given Peter those papers!
"I-I did it for the good of the State. Professor Melcher was a traitor!" Peter screamed, his panic getting the best of him.
Sada's hand had gone back to the commandant's thigh and had traveled upward. Carefully, very carefully, Sada massaged his bulging genital lump softly, freezing her emotions in her, so that they couldn't be translated into any bodily gesture.
On an impulse, she turned to the commandant and smiled sweetly. "Ask him where he got the papers, Herr Commandant," Sada said softly.
The commandant looked at her, arched his eyebrows, and then smiled.
"Where did you get those papers you showed the General?" the commandant asked.
"I-I stole them!" Peter said, his voice almost a falsetto. "I always suspected the Professor!"
"Herr Commandant," Sada whispered, using the truth to further the lie which had caused her to gain her vengeance on Peter, "I gave him the papers, because I suspected my father, and his father!"
The commandant grunted, and smiled.
"You lie," the commandant said.
"Yaiieee, yiee! Yiee! Yiee!" Peter's voice barked, high-pitched and rhythmical, as the guard turned on the voltage of the deadly-looking box.
Sada's nostrils were assailed with the odor of burning flesh as the heat caused by the electricity burned into Peter's man meat, and singed the hair on his balls.
Peter's body jerked obscenely in his bonds. His muscles and tendons convulsed violently, and stood out prominently on his body, as the electricity gripped him in its deadly current.
"Would you care to tell us what you do know? Or are you going to continue to fabricate stories for me, thereby wasting my time and the time of the State which you profess to love so dearly?" the commandant said, a tinge of irony in his voice.
Peter's head was sunk on his chest. He was moaning softly. He looked weak, his shoulders sagging, his knees bent.
He was literally electrified into another bizarre dance as the guard applied the electricity again.
Sada's pussy muscles twitched. She felt the commandant's hand prying up under her dress. She felt his fingers teasing her cunt. Peter was screaming in that grotesque, barking way as volt after volt of electricity shot through him. His hair stood on end.
A heavy sigh issued from the mouth of his father, and his body slumped forward. The guard left the box with the electricity still surging through Peter's now erect and luridly red cock, and walked calmly over to Peter's father.
There was no movement.
"He is dead."
"You know what to do with him," the commandant said, his voice indifferent.
Two guards stepped forward and released the dead weight of the old man, and carried his nude body out of the room.
The guard went back to the box. Peter's barking cries had turned into a strange rattle.
When he turned off the electricity, Peter's body slumped forward, too. The guard put his hand to Peter's chest.
"Unconscious!"
"Wake him up. I'm not finished with him."
The guard started to slap Peter's face brutally. Sada was trembling with her passion.
"Agghh!" the commandant said, standing up again, and stretching. "Go to lunch!" -he ordered the guards, and bring lunch back for me and Sada."
The guards left, as Peter, moaning, fluttered his eyes open. One of the guards, in going out, switched off the high-intensity white lights. Sada started, realizing that Peter's pain-blurred gaze was directed at her.
Again she smiled. Deliberately, with all the sensual grace at her command, she reached out, and fondled the commandant's heavy man meat which threatened to burst through the seams of his trousers.
The commandant pointed at the floor.
"Down!" he commanded.
Sada laughed gutturally, and threw her dress up over her waist. She heard Peter's gasp, as she pulled her pants down, revealing her glorious womanhood. She lay down on the floor, and raised her arms upward at the commandant. She raised her knees upward, and spread her thighs wide, revealing the swollen, pink meat of her pussy.
And as she creamed, wanting the commandant to fuck her, she creamed also because Peter who had wanted her so badly, was not going to get her, but was going to watch her rutting in front of him with his torturer.
"Hurry!" Sada gasped, "I can't wait to feel your cock in my cunt!"
The commandant pulled his pants down until they hung over the top of his knee-high gleaming black boots. His cock was fully erect. Sada licked her lips, as the commandant squatted between her wide-open legs.
The commandant placed his gleaming cock head at the entrance to her hot and drooling cunt, and shoved inward.
Sada gasped loudly, and threw her legs up in the air, as she felt the hot passage of the commandant's thick cock plowing through her eager cunt. She felt as if her cunt were melting, as the commandant's cock spread wide the walls of her pussy.
She felt his hairy, heavy balls pressing against her quivering ass cheeks, and Sada started to hump upward, trying to drive even the man's balls into her cunt.
Through half-lidded eyes, Sada watched Peter's face. The look of agony intensified. His fully erect cock bobbed luridly, and he trembled in his bonds, and Sada knew, as she arched her hips up, swiveling her swollen, sticky-wet muff against the commandant's hairy pubes, that Peter was not trembling entirely from fear or pain.
She saw his hands clench in his manacles.
She turned her attention back to the commandant, and gave him everything she had. She ground her swollen muff heavily into his hairy groin.
The commandant's ass started to rise in the air, as he pulled his gleaming wet cock out to the tip. Then with a feral grunt, he drove his cock deeply into Sada's cunt.
Sada moaned, and began to hump upward, keeping her humping motions rhythmical, and timed with the commandant's downward thrust.
She knew he wouldn't last long. She could tell from the stretched, hot throbbing balls that slapped against her ass. She could tell from the wild way his cock pulsed in her pussy.
He had had a hard-on for a long time, for a whole evening's worth of interrogation. Sada had no idea what time it was. She knew that the guards had a fourth meal about midnight.
Sada felt his monstrous cock plowing through the wet meadow of her womanhood. She felt his shaft thickly stuffing her cunt, massaging the maddening itch which had built in her cunt, since she had started to watch the interrogation.
Her legs wrapped tightly around the commandant's undulating, sweating waist, Sada surrendered to the hot fleshy pleasure of his cock throbbing furiously in her cunt, savored the need she knew he had of her at this moment. And she gave into it.
She felt her pussy muscles beginning to cramp pleasurably, as her own orgasm built steadily and swiftly to a head.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sada writhed lustfully under the hard-humping body of the commandant. She had a feeling that this was going to be an all-night affair, and tonight she didn't care.
She had had a taste of blood, by watching a man she once loved, who had betrayed her, tortured. She wanted to see him dead.
She reached up and pulled the commandant's mouth down to her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue pried through his teeth, and wrestled lustfully, lewdly with his tongue, as she ground her muff heavily into his hard-driving dork.
The commandant moaned loudly against her mouth, and his cock pitched heavily into her teeming pussy Sada groaned as she felt her orgasm building in her tight fuck channel, felt the first spasms of her lust building deep in her soft fleshy fuck cave.
Her muff slapped lewdly, with wet sucking noises, against the commandant's now very wet pubes.
Sada's juices flooded from her cunt, as the commandant's cock pistoned in and out of her hot fuck tunnel. He slammed into the young teenager with greater and greater force, as Sada's muscles sucked at the great peter.
Then he started to shoot his wad into her, grunting and gasping furiously as his sweat poured down and dripped over Sada's contorted face.
"Yeeaggh!" Sada screamed, as her body went out of control in the hot throes of her orgasm. Her juices mixed with the hot frothing scum of the commandant as the two of them wrestled together violently, their bodies pounding into each other. They rolled around and around on the floor, in front of the pinioned Peter.
Sada, gasping, started to come down from the violent, delicious delirium which had taken hold of her body and sent her into an ecstatic state.
She could still feel the commandant's cock throbbing against her cuntal walls. She clutched at him tightly, as his cock dwindled in her cunt.
He laughed, his laughter causing his cock to spasm in her cunt. Sada grunted, and clutched at it.
"I must remember to recommend you to Herr Himmler," the commandant laughed, as he pulled out of the still trembling girl. He helped her to her feet, an unusual gesture which Sada took due note of.
By the time the two of them had settled themselves in their chairs again, the guards had come back with thick steaming bowls of soup, and bread with butter.
The meals for the prisoners were meager, and Sada attacked the extra meal ravenously, while the guard continued to torture Peter. A lot of the fight seemed to go out of him, and Sada hoped it was because she had fucked the commandant in front of him.
She continued to enjoy her meal and the sight of Peter being tortured. Peter's thick man meat, which she had saved her virginity for, was now ugly black and drooling blood and plasma, terribly burned from the electrodes.
He moaned deeply, and collapsed.
"He is dead, Herr Commandant!" the guard barked, having examined his heart.
Sada felt an unwilling pang of anguish rip through her.
The guards released Peter and took him away. Sada knew where he went, to the pits behind the camp, where the bodies were all unceremoniously dumped, and covered over lightly with dirt.
It was said in the camp that this was the second pit that had been dug, and that close to ten thousand people were buried in another pit, which extended for half a mile, and was twenty yards wide right behind the second pit.
The next afternoon, on the train which had brought in several hundred political prisoners, and defectives, Sada and her sister were shipped out of the concentration camp, and removed to Berlin, where they were escorted to a brothel used strictly by officers of the Gestapo and the SS.
Sada embarked on her new life with the same almost maniacal enthusiasm that she had entered into her political rehabilitation. She knew that she and her sister were lucky; that most of the people who went into the concentration camps did not come out of them.
And quietly, cleverly, she amassed enough money to buy passports for her and her sister on the black market.
The night before she and her sister were to depart, surreptitiously, they had been "invited" to a party.
Sada had been offered as a prize for the winner of a duel with swords. Both the men were handsome, and Sada, placed naked on the long banquet table, felt her pussy cream.
Her plans once she escaped Germany had been solidified. She was exhilarated that her long, arduous waiting and planning was at an end. And she was enjoying the lustful revels enormously.
The swords were not tipped, and already blood flowed on both sides.
With one violent but graceful lunge, a tall blond handsome soldier, one who, it was rumored was coming up quickly in Hitler's ranks, transfixed the body of his opponent.
The tall blond officer turned, with no concern at all for his fallen opponent, whose seconds were carrying him off the field of battle, and hopefully to a doctor before he died, turned, and leered at the naked Sada, who grinned, pixieish on the table. She was resting on her haunches.
Subtlety, she spread her thighs, so that her swollen soaking wet pussy meat winked at the man's libidinous gaze.
The man shucked off his torn and bloodied tunic, and removed his clothes to the applause and lewd comments of his fellow officers. Then he leaped up on the table.
He had a cut across one arm, and a deep cut across his side, but otherwise, his body was perfect, well-shaped, the muscles rippling.
"Come here, fraulein," he husked, pushing the willing Sada over. Sada got the idea, and got down on all fours, and waved her stupendously perfect, rounded, firm white ass at the victor.
Her beautiful firm mounds dangled down and jiggled with her motions. Sada smiled, as, in full view of the dozens of officers and officers' women, the victorious officer parted her gorgeous ass cheeks, and aimed his prick at her puckered brown asshole.
Sada winced slightly, and then moaned, and wiggled her ass backward, as the officer, grasping her by the haunches and embedded his thick, drooling cock head in her tight shit chute.
Ass fucking was certainly not one of Sada's favorite forms of sex play, but Sada played her part to the hilt. She gasped, and wiggled her hips backward, lodging more and more of the man's thick, throbbing cock into her bunghole.
"Ahh!" the man gasped, as he pushed his way forward. The china and silverware on the now dirty table tinkled with the spastic motions of the man as he thrust mercilessly inward, burying more and more of his man meat into Sada's burning ass.
"Unh!" the man grunted, and Sada felt his heavy, hairy balls slap against her swollen wet pussy meat.
The contact of his wiry hairs against her already inflamed clitoris, excited her, and she began to buck her hips backward, grinding her inflamed twat meat onto the man's hairy pubes.
He gripped her more tightly and started to pull his cock out and slam it deep into Sada's ass.
Each time the officer thrust inward, there was a cheer of lustful encouragement from the assembled officers. Some of them had taken their meat out and they were pumping lewdly on their pricks, their cocks aimed at Sada.
Her breathing started to get ragged, as she felt the burning sensation in her asshole build, felt the tickling of her inflamed clitoris, as the man's hairy balls slammed into her with the violence of his humping.
He gasped, and then bellowed, increasing the rhythm and speed of his fucking.
Unwanted, a vision of Peter came before her eyes. Only it wasn't trustworthy, handsome Peter whom she had loved.
It was Peter, whose flesh was flayed off his body, whose genitals were blackened and burned with electrodes, Peter whose cock had lurched to tumescence as he watched Sada fucking the man who had tortured him, that appeared to her.
And the memory of him caused Sada to renew her frenetic sexual response to the victor.
She clenched her sphincter muscles tightly around the man's cock on his out-thrust. She heard his breath hiss between his teeth with the pleasure she was affording him, as she massaged his humping cock with her rippling cuntal walls.
She felt his cock lurching wildly in her bunghole, felt her clitoris twitch and jerk hotly as it was tickled by the man's wiry pubic hairs. The din of the obscene yelling and screaming of the witnesses to this lewd act pounded in her ears.
She felt her sex sweat pouring from her beautiful body. She was going to take every bit of pleasure she could from this humiliation. It would be her last. She had fully determined to kill herself if she were caught escaping.
But she decided to give the victor a ride for his money, too. She bucked her gorgeous ass cheeks backward, slamming them into the hard-driving loins of the man who was reaming her ass out.
She heard him moan, and then felt his cock spew a hot and heavy load of juice deep into her bowels.
His man juice lubricated her dry, stinging tunnel, and she began to derive pleasure from his mad humping. She closed her eyes, feeling her asshole close in around the spewing cock, and felt her cuntal muscles go wild, stimulated by the hot thick prod which was rubbing up against the thin membrane which separated her cunt hole from her asshole.
His scum poured deeply into her bowels, giving her a bloated feeling. His gism also lubricated his cock easing its passage in and out of her rectum. Sada felt her own orgasm rise.
Her hips gyrated crazily in response to the hot and heavy rhythm of the man who was plugging her ass.
"Ahh!" he gasped, and collapsed on top of Sada's still twitching body.
Sada moaned, and wriggled around on his cock a few more times, as her orgasm peaked and then started to fade away.
They were not released from the party until almost six o'clock. They had less than an hour to make their getaway. They were fortunate, in that most of the people at the party lived in the environs of the brothel, and most of the inhabitants of the brothel had been at the party.
When Deborah and Sada left the large, ornately decorated house which had been appropriated from some German industrialist, everyone was sound asleep.
Two weeks after they left the brothel, the two young people were in Paris.
One of their early friends turned out to be an executive of the Bank of France, Emil. He appeared to be deeply attracted to Deborah, and Sada encouraged his attentions, although she wouldn't let her marry him until she had finished school.
In the meantime, Sada had her own plans. She opened her own house, specializing in the hurting and torturing of men. She kept her apartment on the Left Bank until she felt it was safe to enjoy some of her money by getting the apartment on the Avenue Foch. The image of Peter kept recurring, a love mixed with enormous hate. Again and again she saw him in her imagination, as he was that day in the concentration camp, mutilated, his eyes burning into hers, as he stood in his bonds and watched Sada fuck the camp commandant.
Sada stirred on the couch, and sat up abruptly, the sweat pouring from her lovely face.
She looked at her watch. It was three in the afternoon. She had a four-thirty appointment with Monsieur LaRoux, who adored being humiliated. Se wondered what kind of a mess her girls had left behind in her absence. She was hungry, slightly hung-over from all the brandy mixed with the pills, and she felt groggy.
She realized with a start that she had taken an exceptionally heavy dose of the sleeping medicine, given that she had drunk so heavily.
"Sada, don't do that again, unless you really want to die!"
She took a bath, and dressed carefully, meticulously, and then took a cab back to her brothel, arriving at almost five o'clock.
The place looked all right. The girl second in command handed over the night's, and the day's receipts, and smiled.
"Mr. LaRoux is waiting for you in your sitting room."
"Thank you, Annette," Sada said, ascending the stairs wearily. She opened the door, and stepped inside the handsome, if over-decorated room.
"You're late," Mr. LaRoux said mildly, looking at his watch.
"How dare you tell me I'm late? Why didn't you find out whether you were early or not?" she barked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...!"
"You didn't mean!" Sada snarled, crossing the room in a fury, and slapping the man violently on his face. His head snapped viciously to one side from the force of the blow.
"Oh, please, don't hit me again. I know how dumb and stupid I am!" the man wailed.
"Tell me again how dumb and stupid you are!" Sada screamed, kicking the man in his shins, brutally.
Mr. LaRoux got down on his knees, and pressed his forehead into the carpet at her feet.
"I'm the most miserably, wretched, awkward, stupid man in existence," Mr. LaRoux mourned.
"Take your clothes off!" Sada barked.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Sada frowned. It was unusual for anyone to interrupt her when she had a customer. As a matter of fact, it was absolutely forbidden.
She swung the door open, and gazed fiercely at the young new teenaged acquisition to her house.
"Now what!" she demanded.
"I'm sorry. Annette told me that the man waiting in the parlor said it was very important. He sent up his card."
Sada snatched the card out of the frightened girl's hand and looked at it, and gasped. Jean-Michel!
She looked up at the frightened girl, and then her face relaxed into a broad grin.
"Tell the gentleman to wait. I will be with him presently," Sada said, closing the door.
She didn't know how Jean-Michel had followed her here, or found out what she did, but she didn't care. For the time being, it would be another game to play.
"Are you ready for your punishment, Mr. LaRoux, you stupid capon?" she asked.
The naked and trembling LaRoux crouched before the dominating woman who was now glaring down at him.
He gulped, and nodded.
"Yes, Mistress, anything you say," he said meekly.
Sada picked up a belt which hung behind the door on a hook, and flicked it a few times with a deadly expertise.
"Of course it's whatever I say," she sneered, raising her lovely arm. "That was a very stupid thing to say."
The thick leather belt hissed through the air. Sada heard the harsh slap of leather against bare flesh.
She looked down, feeling her pussy cream, feeling her excitement rise. Across the man's ass cheeks, a thick livid welt had formed.
Sada was right where she wanted to be--for the moment.
She would decide later where to go with Jean-Michel.
In her excitement, she did more than justice to the man, who was soon moaning furiously. His ass wiggled at her, as she applied the lashes to it. His ass cheeks were inflamed, and Sada could detect the slight throbbing caused by the vicious beating she was giving him.
She looked down between his legs. His balls hung, two heavy, hairy sacs, pendulously. Behind them, pointing toward his stomach, the man's cock lurched, monstrously erect.
The man took on the appearance of Jean-Michel, and Sada felt her cunt cream heavily.
"Now, you dog! I have done you more service than you deserve. What will you do for me?"
"Anything you want, Mistress, anything!"
"Lick my cunt, you dog!" she snarled. She felt her vengeful excitement rise, as the man crawled to her on hands and knees, whimpering. His face was flushed and covered with sweat.
As he approached her, Sada suddenly turned around.
"You don't deserve to lick my cunt. Clean out my dirty ass for me," she growled.
The man sat back on his haunches, and parted her ass cheeks. He knew better than to fondle her soft flesh.
He buried his face in the soft cleft of her ass crack, and Sada gasped, as she felt his hot tongue laving her puckered brown asshole.
The man moaned against her asshole and Sada laughed, knowing in what agony he was with his tumescent cock throbbing painfully, desiring release from the churning pressure in his balls. But Sada would give him nothing.
Sada had given her all, and been betrayed. And time after time, Sada vented her rage against the men who crossed her path. It was like them, that most of them derived pleasure from her sadistic acts. And Sada had known they would, which is why she had cultivated this particular clientele.
She remembered the Nazi officers in the concentration camp! Oh, she remembered them well.
"Come on, dog, you can do better than that!" Sada hissed. The man's tongue moved more swiftly and more firmly up and down her ass crack. Sada felt her juices pouring more freely as his tongue pried into her bunghole, teasing the soft ridges around her sphincter muscles. Finally, Sada herself needed release.
"Enough, pig, get away from me!"
Sada kicked backward, and made solid contact with the man's heaving belly, digging into the soft flesh with her heel. The man sprawled over backward on his ass.
Sada sat in a chair, and spread her legs, revealing her swollen pink pussy meat.
"Make me come, and you better do it good, you mental incompetent, you genetic defective!"
Again the man crawled toward her on hands and knees. Timidly, he parted her pussy lips, exposing her folds of woman flesh.
His face was buried in her twat, and Sada felt his tongue flick out, and start to lap up and down on her pussy lips.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. She threw her head back, and closed her eyes. Unwanted, a picture of Jean-Michel's handsome face came to her. It was Jean-Michel's tongue that was licking up and down on her pussy lips.
Her hips quivered and started to rock back and forth on the chair, as her cowed client ran his tongue wetly, hotly up and down her cunt cleft, running around and around her clitoris.
