Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: My Time As a Comfort Woman
Summary: During the Second World War the Japanese
army "enlisted" hundreds of women, mostly Korean
but from throughout all the areas they occupied,
including some English and Dutch women from their
former colonies, to work as prostitutes for their
soldiers.  This story concerns one Dutch girl who
is interned as a comfort woman and eventually
meets up with the same depraved and deranged Nazi
colonel from the fourth story.
Keywords: M+F hist group nc rape Mdom bd sad violent
tort 1st

This story is of an adults only nature, please do
not continue reading if you are not of age to do so.
This story is a part of a collection of related
fantasies which deal with rape and violent torture
of a non-consenting nature.  The content of these
stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be
confused with reality or construed as an endorsement
of the activities depicted.  While some of these
stories contain characters who are subjected to
various situations including slavery, abuse, and an
assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature,
remember that both the victims and perpetrators are
characters and not real people.

MY TIME AS A COMFORT WOMAN

I was born in Amsterdam and grew up there in a
large house with my father and mother.  I spent
most of my time with my mother since my father,
who worked for a large petroleum company, was
mostly involved in ocean shipping which kept him
away from home much of the time.  One summer I did
get to spend some time with him when he took me
along on one of the company's tankers to visit his
brother, my uncle Robert, who lived on a large
plantation in the East Indies near a city called
Surabaya.  It was an incredibly magical place and
I got to meet my aunt Kim who was a beautiful
Indonesian woman.  I wanted to stay there forever
but as the summer came to an end, I had to go back
home and back to school again.  However, as luck
would have it, eventually I did get my chance to
go back.

Both of my grandfathers had been killed in the
Great War and when Germany started building up its
armies again, my father became very nervous about
my safety.  Uncle Robert had been in Amsterdam on
business in the fall of 1938 and I remember the
two of them were talking about how the Germans had
overrun Holland in the Great War when we learned
that the Nazis had just invaded Poland.  Within
the next few months my father had sold our house
and arranged a transfer with the shipping company
he worked for and by early the next year we were
all on a ship headed for the East Indies.

We moved into an apartment in Batavia and I did
get to visit with my Aunt Kim all that next
summer.  She taught me how to speak the native
Indonesian language, Bahasa, and a little Japanese
so that I could help my father with the Japanese
merchants who seemed to be showing up in
increasing numbers looking for oil, rubber and
anything else which grew on the islands.

I was still in school when in May of 1940 Hitler
invaded Holland and the Governor General declared
the entire Dutch East Indies as being under a
state of siege.  All the Germans including
hundreds of sailors on ships in port were
immediately placed in prison along with about five
hundred members of the Dutch Nazi Party.  Things
stayed pretty tense for the next year and a half
with rumors of German ships and submarines being
sighted everywhere off the coast and as we all
watched, the Japanese began to prepare for war.

That came on December 8 when the Empire of Japan
attacked Hawaii and places all over East Asia. 
Immediately our Dutch armed forces went into
action, including my father who had signed up for
service in the navy, but unfortunately we were
just too small to stop the Japanese war machine
and eventually our forces were all driven back to
our home island.  The conquest of the main island
of Java commenced during the night of February 28
- March 1 and the fighting which followed, ended
very soon after that.

It was just before the invasion that we heard that
my father's ship had been sunk and that even if he
had survived he would have been captured by the
Japanese.  My mother sort of came unglued after
that, and on the evening of March 5th, the same
day that the Japanese broke the desperate defense
of our army and arrived in Batavia, she committed
suicide.  There was no way I could contact my
Uncle Robert or Aunt Kim and so my neighbors
helped me bury her along with so many others who
gave their lives in defense of our freedom.  On
March 7th we learned that the Japanese had marched
into Surabaya, with the result that the
governor-general of the Dutch East Indies was
forced to surrender.

Immediately our school was closed and those Dutch
who decided to collaborate with the Japanese were
given special armbands, those who didn't ended up
being sent off to interment camps.  Actually, a
lot of Dutch people were sent off to internment
camps during the next two months, particularly
those who were believed to be community or
government leaders.  That didn't include me or
most of my friends since they apparently weren't
very interested in us.

On April 11th the occupation authorities ordered
the compulsory registration of all non-Japanese
which changed everything.  I was by that time
living with my friend Margie's family and the two
of us registered because we were told that it
would be the only way we would be able to get food
rations or find work.  By the end of June we were
all in an internment camp.

Life in the camp was pretty crude and although we
were given food and a place to sleep it was all
pretty marginal.  I lost several pounds in the
first few weeks after arriving and lots of other
people in the camp started getting sick.  That was
when we began to hear rumors of work camps where
you could get plenty of food and even some pay and
then one Friday morning a Japanese officer showed
up looking for workers.

We all lined up and both Margie and I were chosen
along with two other girls we had gone to school
with, Anne and Linda, and we were all put in the
back of a large truck and taken out of the camp. 
The truck was enclosed with curtains so we
couldn't see just where we were being taken but it
was a ride of several hours.  The rumors were that
we were being taken to either harvest food for a
Japanese army camp or to do laundry for soldiers,
but I didn't really care since it had become
obvious to all of us that we would just eventually
die if we were left in that internment camp. 
Unfortunately, as ignorant as I was of the world,
all I could think about was that I was going to
earn money working at a job.  I never dreamed that
this could involve danger.

We stopped at a hotel in Semarang that evening and
all four of us were put in one small room with two
beds for the night.  We were always watched by
soldiers and when we asked them why they wouldn't
give us some privacy, they only replied that they
were following orders.  Anyway, the following
morning we were all put back in the army trucks
and continued on to our final destination.

We arrived at a big house located in an industrial
part of Surabaya which served as living quarters
for about ten other girls who had all been brought
over from Korea.  The house was located just
outside an army unit and had lots of tiny rooms in
it, one of which was assigned to each of us. 
Besides being small, the room was sparsely
furnished with just a bed, a chair, a small
wardrobe cabinet and a little table next to the
bed.  Being exhausted from the trip, I immediately
fell asleep on the bed and must have slept for
several hours when Linda woke me up and told me it
was time for us to eat dinner.  I told her that I
wasn't hungry and went back to sleep and didn't
wake up again until much later when a Japanese
officer came into my room.

He was an older man, maybe about fifty or so and,
as the commander of the military base or actually
as I came to later find out, the military research
facility we were next to, he was a colonel.  It
was a strange place, called the Boeki Kyusuibu or
The Anti-Epidemic Water Supply Unit, and was
filled with hundreds of men who were doing
research on epidemic prevention.  Actually, the
common rumor was that they were really working on
biological warfare projects and they had a small
prison attached to the base where they kept their
test victims.

Without speaking, the colonel led me from my room
and out onto the street to another large concrete
building a few doors away.  It was like some kind
of warehouse building with high beamed ceilings,
stone walls and a rough wooden floor.  The
building was mostly empty except for the one large
room I was led to and which was filled with things
which made it look like some sort of medieval
torture chamber.

I was seated in what appeared to be a dentist's
chair and my arms and legs were tied securely to
its frame and then taking a large knife from his
belt he began to slice my clothing off of me until
I was openly exposed to him.  Not knowing that I
understood Japanese, he told me in broken Dutch
that he was a doctor and was going to give me an
examination.  I didn't believe him primarily
because he didn't act like a doctor and because it
was an examination like I  had never experienced
before.

In the process of his examination he determined
that I was still a virgin and, of course, free of
any disease.  He debated with himself about what
he was going to do with me and finally, while he
had planned on raping me that evening, he decided
not to.  He acted quite surprised when I thanked
him in Japanese and seemed somewhat confused as he
left the room to get the uniform dress I was
expected to wear from then on around that place.

I was taken back to my room and the following
morning was awakened for breakfast at around six
o'clock.  It seemed as if all four of us had been
given examinations the night before by the doctor
and he had chosen Anne to rape.  That was when we
found out why we were there.  Anne said that he
told her they were expecting a bus load of Dutch
girls to join us and that we were going to join
the Korean girls who were already here as
prostitutes for the researchers in the military
unit next door.  Suddenly the noises I had heard
the night before all made sense.

That day, soldiers would periodically show up at
the house and disappear into the Korean girls'
rooms.  Around three o'clock in the afternoon an
army truck showed up with ten more Korean girls
and they were all assigned rooms as well.  We
Dutch girls were being kept off limits to the
soldiers and that evening I found out why.

When dinner time came for the other girls, the
four of us were collected by an officer and we
were all taken back to that other building, which
in just one day had changed significantly on the
inside, the large open spaces having been
transformed into a maze of hallways and doors, and
we were led to one of them and placed in a small
empty room.  There were four Korean girls there
already, all of whom had arrived earlier that day,
and we silently stood there for some time, each of
us having a pretty good idea about what was about
to happen to us.  One of them, her name was Yi,
spoke some Japanese and quietly began to relate
her story to me.

Yi, and her friend Kim who was one of the other
girls, had gone to school together in Korea and
sometime after the war started, a man came to
their town and recruited them for factory work in
Japan.  They were promised good wages along with
room and board but the only problem they had  was
that they never made it to Japan.

The two of them were joined by the other Korean
girls and it was only after they boarded the ship
they thought was going to Japan that they learned
that they were instead headed to the Dutch East
Indies.  They were kept under close guard by
soldiers throughout the voyage and upon arriving
at Surabaya they were all taken to a hotel for the
night.  She said it felt so good to be able to
take a bath and to sleep in a real bed after the
journey and finally they were told that they would
be put to work in a new factory being built in the
city and the reason they hadn't been told about it
earlier was for security reasons.

The following morning they were told to dress up
for an interview with the factory owners and so
all of them put on their best clothes and went to
the lobby to wait for the bus which was to take
them to the factory site.  The bus took them to a
large empty building and that was when they
learned the truth about what exactly it was that
they had been recruited for.  They were all
separated and each one was placed in what looked
like a jail cell.  Yi told me how she was tied up
with rope, gagged and placed in a box in middle of
the cell and waited there until late that
afternoon when she began to hear men in the
corridor outside, doors opening and occasional
screams from the other cells.

A Japanese officer opened the door to the room she
was in and then entered, closing and locking it
behind him.  As he stood there, staring her for
several minutes, she could tell he had been
drinking and then as his hand slowly moved down to
begin to massage his crotch she fully understood
what he had in mind.

He then walked over to the box she was still
curled up in and taking the rope which was tightly
wrapped around her wrists he slowly lifted her to
her feet.  She was shaking as he then took a large
knife out of the sheath on his belt and began
working on her clothing.  First he cut the buttons
off her jacket and then went to work slicing
through her outer garments until they were
practically gone.

He stood back and started to laugh at her
shivering on the floor at his feet and then as she
looked down at the floor, she felt the blade of
his knife run up the middle of her chest, exposing
her breasts to him.  He grabbed at them, burying
his fingers into her flesh until she began to
scream and then taking the knife in his other hand
she felt the blade slide across her crotch has he
slit open her panties.  Then, jamming the blade
into one of the wooden timbers in the wall he
opened his pants and raped her.

The other girls had all been raped in about the
same way except for Kim.  The officer who had
entered her chamber was too drunk to do anything
to her and had fallen asleep after stripping her
clothes off.  Yi was about to tell me more just as
several soldiers walked into the room we were in
and led us out and down a hallway to another
larger room which had been set up as a banquet
hall.

The room was filled with twenty or thirty Japanese
army officers along with four German submarine
officers.  They had already eaten dinner and now
were drinking wine and waiting to be entertained. 
Most of the other Korean girls had also joined
them including the ones who had arrived that day
and it was pretty obvious that the eight of us
were to be tortured and raped that evening for
their entertainment.

We were lined up in front of everyone and the
Japanese colonel who I had encountered the day
before began to conduct some sort of lottery where
each of us was assigned to one or more of the
soldiers.  The four of us Dutch girls were awarded
to the Germans who decided among themselves which
one of us each of them wanted.  I ended up with
the captain who was about thirty or so, not
particularly attractive but about two meters tall
and quite muscular.  He, like the other Germans,
had a rough beard and he also wore an iron cross
around his neck along with several other medals on
his uniform.

The very first thing he did was to walk over to me
and start to unbutton my blouse and as he did so
the other German officers began to undress Margie,
Anne and Linda.  Meanwhile, a similar group of
Japanese officers went to work on Yi, Kim, Park,
and Kang.  Actually the Japanese colonel had
reserved Yi for himself and he sort of led the
assault as together they all simultaneously went
to work at tearing our clothes off.

It was humiliating enough to have a strange man
ripping at your clothes in front of a room full of
people but the German captain decided to slap me
really hard if I offered the least bit of
resistance to his mauling me.  I couldn't help but
grab at his hand as he tore away my undergarments
and the only thing that stopped him from beating
me was the Japanese colonel asking for their
attention so that he could do a special
demonstration.  The only clothes I had left on at
that point consisted of my shoes and stockings.

He had stripped Yi down to her underpants and had
a long rope in his hand and as his assistant
passed out pieces of similar rope to the other
men, he invited them to participate in a
demonstration lesson in the art of Japanese rope
bondage.  The rope was made of white cotton and
was quite pliable.  He said that they were going
to learn the hon kikkou or tortoise shell.

"First," he began, "you take the twelve meter rope
you have been given and fold it in half and then
tie it around the pelvis.  The remaining slack
part of the rope should be brought up near the
belly button, and a knot should be made in the
area near the breastbone."  While he was talking
he began to demonstrate all of this on Yi who was
standing next to him.

He continued, "Now the part of the rope emanating
from the knot should be divided into left and
right-hand sections.  Both these ends should be
wrapped around each of the shoulder joints and
pulled together toward the back, where the ends of
the rope will be intertwined."

Continuing to pull on the ropes it was becoming
clear that what he was doing was becoming
increasingly uncomfortable for Yi.  "The
intertwined ends of the rope should be brought
upwards from under the hands that are bunched
together to a position just underneath the
armpits.  The left and right-hand sections of the
rope under the armpits should be separately tied
together and cinched with the portions of the rope
emanating from the shoulder joints, in order to
create a backward V-shaped pattern."

The Japanese colonel worked quickly with his hands
and while the Germans were trying their best to
keep up with him, they were already falling behind
as he went on, "After pulling the rope into the
backward V-shaped pattern you have just created,
knot the rope, as just a temporary measure, to
insure that the pattern does not become undone or
get jilted out of place."

"All right then," he went on, "After having made
the temporary knots, intertwine the ropes in the
front of the neck and bring the ends toward the
back.  Intertwine the ropes in the back once more
and pull the ends underneath the wrists, which
should be bunched together. Bring the ends of the
rope toward the front of the body and hook them
across the front of the breasts."

Yi was becoming pretty much immobile by this time
and was clearly frightened.  "After hooking the
rope onto the front of each breast and pulling the
ends toward the left and right, a diamond-shaped
pattern will be created.  The ends should then be
pulled straight across towards the upper arms."

He then turned her around and tied the rope ends
into a big knot in the middle of her back.  "The
ropes on the outward sections of the left and
right-upper arms should be hooked onto the mass of
ropes that are intertwined in the back, and pulled
tight.  By binding together the mass of ropes in
the back with the ends of the rope emanating from
both of the upper arms," he explained, "one can
fix the position of improperly placed ropes as
well as securing the position of the pressure
points around which the knots are made.  Next, the
ropes should be pulled loosely across the inner
sides of the left and right upper arms, and
intertwined with the ends of the ropes coming from
the mass of ropes in the back."

He turned Yi around again so that she was facing
us and went on.  "The ropes pulled together in the
last step should be bundled together towards the
front and intertwined with the diamond-shaped
pattern that has taken shape around the breasts. 
The intertwined rope should be brought back once
more toward the outward section of the left and
right upper arms."  This created what he described
as a tortoise-shell pattern knot in front of Yi's
breasts.  "Taking care not to break up the shape
of this knot, pull the rope towards the subject's
back."

Turning her around again he continued without
pausing, "The rope that has been pulled rearwards
in the direction of the subject's back should be
intertwined with the mass of ropes tied together
as before and securely fastened.  Tighten the knot
to adjust for overall tautness in the rope, as
well as to prevent any slippage in the ropes that
have been intertwined."

As he tightened the ropes Yi bit at her lip to
keep from making any noise although it was
obviously hurting her.  "In order to further
increase the tension in the ropes, bring the two
ends of the rope from the knot upwards to points
just above the left and right elbows.  Pull both
ends of the rope outwards from each of the elbows
so as to have the rope burrow into the skin of the
subject."  With that he tugged at the ropes
causing them to dig into Yi's skin.  "Then tie
both ends of the rope to the rope that has been
wound around the wrists.  Since the rope securely
pins down both arms at three different points,
there is no chance of the wrists being able to
wiggle free."

He began to pull and tug on the ropes, explaining
as he did so that he was rearranging them "from
the clean, hexagonal tortoise shell pattern of the
final product in order to better expose the
position of the breasts."  Finally he was finished
and taking Yi by the arm set her in front of the
audience so that they could admire his handiwork
and her humiliation and so that he could accept
their applause.

After that moment the men quickly turned on all of
us.  The captain who had previously pretty much
satisfied his animal instincts by running his
hands over my naked body while scratching me with
his fingernails and occasionally pinching my
nipples, decided to begin to tie me up like what
was being done to the other women.

The captain's method of tying me was considerably
different from what had been done to Yi.  He first
tied my hands behind my back and then just started
wrapping rope around me, pulling my knees up into
my chest and eventually I was tied up into a ball
and laying on the floor. Every time he would begin
to tighten his knots it hurt so much that I would
scream as the rope dug into my skin.  He finally
decided to gag me so that he didn't have to hear
me crying any more and then finished tying me up. 
Oddly, once I was completely bound, he just left
me laying there while he walked over to the other
German officers to see what they were doing.

Margie was standing pretty much right next to me
and had also been stripped of practically all her
clothing leaving her wearing only a red camisole. 
The German who had chosen her hadn't bothered
tying her up with ropes but instead had found a
pair of leather straps which were attached by
chains to the ceiling of the room.  He put them
around her wrists and then raised her arms up
toward the ceiling.

Continuing to immobilize her, he placed similar
straps around her ankles and spreading her legs
apart, fastened her to the floor.  She was left
that way while he joined his captain with the
officer who was with Anne.

Completely naked, Anne had been bound with her
hands behind her and her ankles together and then
placed on an old bed which was off to one side of
the room we were in.  The German who was with her
had also placed tape over her mouth to keep her
from making any noise as he began to sexually
molest her.  He would rub his hands over her body
and then clutch and squeeze her breasts until she
began to moan and scream through her gag.  Then he
would run his hand into her crotch and jab his
fingers up into her while she trashed around on
the bed trying to get away from him.  I suppose
that was what attracted the attention of the other
two men.  It also attracted the attention of the
Japanese colonel.

Leaving Yi, he joined them with Anne and they
asked him to demonstrate some of the rope bondage
knots her.  So using some lengths of rope, the
Japanese colonel began tying her in a similar
macrame thing that Yi had been bound in earlier. 
He was amazingly fast and in only a few minutes
she was securely tied up and the four men stood
back and watched her writhe about the bed in a
vain attempt to free herself.

This activity only entertained them for a short
time and then they decided to place Anne on a
large table where she could be put on display for
everyone.  They took off her ropes, at least most
of them, and hooked her wrists and ankles to the
corners of the table with chains so that she was
lying on her back with her legs apart.

Meanwhile the captain returned to me and untied
all the ropes he had bound me with earlier.  He
made me stand up and then he tied my hands
together in front of me.  Taking the free end of
the rope, he tied it to a pole which was suspended
from the ceiling right above me and pulled my
hands up over my head.  Then he became very
interested in my breasts and began to rudely
massage them until he started to really hurt me.

My reaction just made him laugh and he picked up
two metal clips from a nearby table, tying another
small rope to each of them.  I had no idea what he
was about to do until it became apparent that he
was about to attach the clips to my nipples.  I
let out a scream when he did the first one on my
left breast as the sharp pain seemed to shoot
right into me.  He responded by slapping me across
the face and ordering me to, "Be quiet you little
bitch!"

I only moaned slightly as he attached the other
clip onto my right breast and either he didn't
hear me or just decided to ignore me because he
didn't slap me again.  However, the real test was
when he began to pull on the strings, yanking my
increasingly sore breasts up and down while he
took great delight in my distress.  I don't know
how I managed to do it but I didn't scream until
he pulled so hard that the clips themselves ripped
completely off.

I suppose it was lucky for me that the Japanese
colonel showed up right then because it probably
saved me from being slapped again but at the same
time it gave him the idea to tie me up once more. 
He first moved my hands out to the ends of the
pole above me and then put a collar around my neck
before he and the Japanese colonel began to tie
ropes around me.  The colonel worked very quickly,
pulling the ropes tighter and tighter every time
he made another knot.  Finally, the captain picked
up a bigger clamp which he then tightened onto my
left breast until I couldn't stand it any more and
cried out again.  This time he just decided to gag
me and taking a large piece of cloth tape, placed
it over my mouth.

I really don't know what all happened to Linda
while I was being tortured by the captain, but
about that time noticed that she was passed out on
another bed across the room.  Her ankles had been
handcuffed together as were her wrists which had
been placed behind her but the really ugly thing
was a rope which had been tightly cinched around
her chest, biting into her breasts, and another
rope which had been tightly knotted deep into the
crack of her pussy.  I know it sounds strange to
say so but I actually felt a little envious that
she had achieved unconsciousness.

However, what the Germans had been doing to us
paled in comparison to what was happening to the
Korean girls.  Yi had been further tied up with
ropes and was being paraded around the room on her
hands and knees by two men who were whipping her
with a small whip.  They didn't seem to be
striking her all that hard except for once in a
while when she wasn't moving fast enough or made a
wrong turn or something.  After about three or
four times around the room she was stopped in
front of me.

Kim was still dressed in the dark blue and white
blouse with the plaid skirt she had been wearing
earlier but had been led over to a metal pole
which went from floor to ceiling in the room and
tied to it.  The two Japanese men who had put her
there then decided to undress her, each one taking
his turn with her as she was stripped and
tortured.

The first man pulled a large knife out of the
sheath on his belt and began to slice, one by one,
the buttons off of her blouse.  He lifted her
skirt so that you could see her underwear and then
decided to expose one of her breasts.  Kim was
obviously embarrassed at first, but soon you could
see the fear in her face as she began to perceive
where this game would eventually end.

He stepped back and stared at her for several
seconds and Kim stared back at him, not making a
sound.  He then walked back to her and ripping at
her chest, her other breast popped out between the
ropes which were tightly wrapped around her upper
body.  Probably because she chose to just stare at
him without making any sound, knowing that to
protest would just bring further pain, he decided
to humiliate her further.

Grabbing at her skirt he pulled it up and tucked
it further into the rope around her waist and then
pinching the strip of elastic along the top edge
of her underpants, he slid them down over her
narrow hips exposing the tufts of hair covering
her pussy.  Then picking up the rope end which had
been tied around her waist and left to hang behind
her, he jerked it up between her legs, forcing it
up between her lips.  Kim stiffened and let out a
small cry as he continued to tug on the rope until
finally he began to laugh before letting the thing
drop back to the floor.

The second man then took his turn by ripping Kim's
top further off of her.  He had a small clip in
his hand, kind of like a small clothes pin, which
he clamped onto her exposed left nipple and then
began tugging on the string he had attached to it
until Kim began to moan from the pain.  This just
amused him that much more, encouraging him to
continue by taking another length of rope and
running it through a small pulley above her which
was hanging from one of the ceiling beams.

He pulled the rope through the pulley and wrapped
one end around her left leg just above the knee
lifting it off the floor until she was balancing
herself only on her right leg.  This also had the
effect of spreading her legs apart and so he
picked up the rope hanging between her legs and
like the other man and began to pull and tug at
it, pushing it and her underwear deeper and deeper
into the crack of her pussy.

Kim really didn't know what to make of any of this
but the second man's intentions became clearer
once he took a small knife from his belt and slit
her underpants all the way off of her, exposing
her pussy again and allowing him to run his
fingers through the hair and flesh in her crotch. 
Kim squirmed to get away from him but with all the
ropes tied around her, she was pretty much unable
to do anything.

The first man returned about then with several
more of the small clothespin clips and the two of
them began to work her over, pinching the clips to
her and removing most of the rest of her clothing
while they tortured her.  Of course the activity
in the rest of the room had not slowed down either
and while Kim was being molested, the other women
were also undergoing similar treatment by the
Japanese soldiers.

About a dozen of them had gathered around Park and
a Japanese who was dressed like a doctor and who I
had never seen before.  He had spread out some of
his things on a small table in one corner of the
room and seemed to be engaged in giving Park a
gynecological examination of some kind.  Although
Park didn't scream out while he was manhandling
her, it was quite apparent that his bedside manner
was very much lacking and what he was doing to her
was pretty distressing.

He finally left her alone while he turned to the
table next to him and began to prepare some sort
of liquid solution.  When he was finished he then
poured the stuff into a large syringe and got it
ready to administer to Park.  Meanwhile several of
the other men tied her legs to the chair the
doctor had been sitting on earlier, effectively
immobilizing her and allowing him access to her
genitals.  Once Park was tied down he stepped
behind her and pressed the syringe between her
legs and up into her vagina where he emptied it. 
In order to keep the liquid solution inside her,
the doctor then jammed a cloth plug into her
pussy, holding it there until either the solution
or the intense discomfort it was causing her
caused her to pass out.

Park was then taken from the table and virtually
hung from the rope harness attached to her back
and even after she came to again she continued to
squirm, doubled over from the stuff that the
doctor had injected her with.  The men around her
seemed actually amused by her reaction to the
injection and as they stood around her they began
to slap her on the rear and grab at her blouse,
finally exposing her breasts to them which just
gave them more targets to abuse.

After several minutes of this treatment Park
finally collapsed again and while she was still
out, the sex crazed men decided to tie her up once
more so that by the time she reawakened she was
securely bound and laying on her back on the
floor.  While the men continued to poke at her,
she couldn't help but display the agony from
whatever was in the solution she had been
administered while it continued to cause intense
cramping in her lower abdomen.

Eventually the cramping seemed to subside somewhat
and she began to react more to the torment of the
men.  It was then that the man who had been
wearing the doctor's coat came back carrying
several long red candles.  He stood over Park and
put three of them together and lit them, allowing
the combined flame to grow very large.  Then he
tilted the candles allowing the hot wax to drip
onto Park while she screamed from the burning wax
as it glued itself to her thighs, breasts and
wherever else he decided to burn her.

After a minute or so he blew out the candles and
handed them to one of the other men.  Park's
screaming had attracted the attention of many of
the other soldiers in the room who had gathered
around to watch what was happening to her. 
Meanwhile, the man who had been torturing her had
found a red ball with two short straps coming out
of the sides of it.  He took the ball and stuck it
into Park's mouth as a gag to keep her from
screaming or making any other sound for that
matter.  Pulling the straps around the back of her
head, he quickly hooked them together which
effectively held the ball immobile in her mouth
while Park struggled to breathe.

The man who had the candles then decided to light
them again and with the encouragement of the other
men around him, began dripping wax on Park's naked
body once more.  Gurgling through the ball in her
mouth, she squirmed to get away from them which
unfortunately only entertained them, further
stimulating them, and while they laughed at her
kept dripping hot wax on her skin.

Across the room, Kang had been tied with several
ropes by two other Japanese officers who were
preparing to suspend her from the ceiling. 
However, once she had been bound, they began to
get other ideas from some of the other Japanese
who joined them and so she was lowered back down
to a leather couch where they began to sexually
molest her.

Pushing her down onto the couch the men untied
part of the rope harness which had been used to
suspend her and then one of them produced a small
riding crop which they started to use on her back
and rear.  Kang quietly tolerated their assault,
tightly closing her eyes against their torture and
stoically bearing the pain she was receiving.  She
continued to be silent until one of the men
produced a long white candle which he began to
drive into her vagina.  Feeling the foreign object
ripping into her, Kang began to scream and
struggle to get away from the men .  Their
reaction was to become more violent with her until
she too passed out from her struggle with the men.

Kang ended up on the floor and since she was no
longer resisting them, the men seemed to rapidly
lose interest in her and since right about that
time Park began screaming from her torture, many
of them drifted over there.  The one man who had
the white candle noticed what was being done to
Park and immediately lit his candle and began
dripping was onto Kang's unconscious body.

This attracted the attention of a few of the other
men and together they decided to suspend Kang from
the ceiling again and so tying another rope to the
rope harness which encased her chest, they lifted
her up off the floor.  One of the men produced
another candle which they lit and dripped on her
shoulder and then stuck the candle there into the
rapidly hardening pool of wax.

Kang groaned as she again gained consciousness and
while the first man was still dripping wax on her,
another began to explore her genitals.  He was
soon joined by several others and while she
attempted to resist them, they were just too
persistent.

Finally the men ripped the candle off of Kang's
shoulder and laid her down on her back, tying her
to a couple of chairs.  One of the men produced
what appeared to be a rubber penis and they began
to insert it into Kang.  Screaming, she fought
with him as best she could but really lacked
enough energy to effectively resist them and the
man pushed the thing deeper and deeper inside of
her until all one could see was the bottom of it
protruding from her distended vaginal opening. 
The man then produced an even larger rubber penis
and after pulling out the first one began to
insert the second.  This was obviously more
uncomfortable for Kang and as he pushed it into
her with the end of the riding crop he had used on
her earlier, she gasped and struggled but it too
just slowly disappeared somewhere inside of her
until she was somehow holding its entire length.

It suddenly seemed as if once the man began to
stick those things into Kang's vaginal opening the
other Japanese men all started to become more
interested in the Korean girls' sexual organs. 
Yi, who had been paraded around the room on her
hands and knees, had stopped in front of me and
one of the two men pushed her down onto the floor
so that she was laying on her stomach.  The
Japanese colonel then began to probe at her and
finally found her vaginal opening.  Yi let out a
little cry as at first I watched the tip and the
then his whole finger slowly disappear inside of
her.  She struggled more as he laid his other hand
against her and began to dig another finger into
her rectal opening until it too yielded enough to
accept his entire length.

Yi just moaned as he began to stroke them in and
out of her openings until his attention became
more focused on just her vagina.  With his finger
still lodged deep inside her, the colonel began to
obscenely swirl it around, crudely distending her
vaginal opening until the pain he was inflicting
on her began to show on her face.  However, every
time she would protest from the pain of his
bizarre torture he would sharply slap her on the
rear and then dig his finger into her more
violently.

But then the Japanese colonel, and most of the
other men in the room, were drawn to observe what
was happening to Kang when she started to scream
and once the man raping her withdrew the first
rubber penis from her body the other man who was
helping the colonel rape Yi picked it up and
returned to her with it.  The thing was noticeably
wet with traces of red on it and I realized that
he had used it to ravage Kang's maidenhead which
explained her pained reaction to the thing.  It
made me begin to think of my own body and how
something that big would feel tearing into me when
the Japanese colonel grabbed Yi by the leg and
flipped her over onto her back.  

Spreading her legs apart he began to probe with
the thing, spreading her vaginal lips open as he
did so until finally he just plunged the thing
into her.  Yi jumped as the rubber shaft forced it
way into her body and while she frantically
wriggled in an attempt to escape his assault, the
colonel continued to push the thing all the way
into her and then proceeded to stroke it in and
out while laughing at her horrified reaction.

This didn't last very long since the other man had
in the meantime dropped his pants and underwear
and was stroking a very erect penis, every bit as
large as the rubber one they were using on Yi.  No
sooner had the colonel, who was sticking the
rubber thing into Yi, decided to pull it out of
her, than the other man was already climbing on
top of her body.  He wasted no time in penetrating
her with his penis.  Yi made a strange moaning
noise as she felt him entering her but then she
just closed her eyes and endured his presence.

When I looked up it was apparent that the same
thing was happening with the other Korean girls as
well.  Three men had gathered around Kang and each
was taking his turn at raping her while the other
two either watched or found ways to torment her by
pulling at and pinching her breasts.  Park had
been placed on what looked like an examination
table and was being given an enema while two other
men dressed as doctors were probing and examining
her genitals.  Finally they put their medical
instruments to one side and began raping her as
well.

Kim had been dressed in some sort of leather
outfit and was being presented to a large older
Japanese man who was sitting at a table in the
center of the room.  The man ran his hands all
over her and then she was led back to the pole
where she had been tied up earlier.  While one of
the men tied her into one of those rope harnesses
they seemed so good at making, another tied her to
the pole.

Running a rope from the pole she was tied to, up
between her legs, one of the men handed the end of
the rope to the large Japanese man who by this
time was standing in front of her.  He pulled on
the rope, causing it to gouge into the crack of
her pussy until she was practically lifted off the
floor by it.

He kept working the rope until he too must have
gotten bored with simply torturing her and opening
his pants he withdrew his stiffening penis which
he began to stroke while watching Kim struggle
against the rope.  Then he dropped the rope and
grabbing Kim's thighs he lifted her up and slowly
settled her down onto his erection.  She screamed
from the sudden presence of him inside her and
then began to cry as he continued to rape her.

Looking around the room I realized that it wasn't
just the Japanese officers who were raping their
female victims.  One by one the Germans began to
return to us Dutch girls.  Margie knew what was
happening.  I could see it in her face as she just
stared at the German who had tied her up and who
was now approaching her again.  He didn't waste
any time undoing her hand cuffs and taking her by
the arm he led her to a table by the wall behind
her.

He made her get up on the table and then lay face
down on top.  Taking her hands he tied them
together and hooking her wrists to a rope hanging
from the ceiling he pulled them up until she began
to scream in pain.  Then he spread her legs apart,
tying her ankles to the corners of the table,
rudely exposing her to him.  Once she was securely
bound, he began to whip her with a short whip,
each stroke making her cry out from the sharp
sting of the leather straps as they reddened her
clear pale skin.

Linda had been placed on the table next to me,
tied to the table top so that she was laying on
her back.  Actually to say that she was tied to
the table top was a bit of a understatement.  The
man who placed her there not only did the macrame
rope thing they had all learned earlier, but he
had gone ahead and extended two of the ropes down
to Linda's genitals, clipping them to the lips of
her pussy and using them to obscenely stretch them
open.  Linda cried out through the gag that they
had placed in her mouth both from being tied up
and from the raping which immediately followed
until she must have finally just passed out.

Anne had been removed from the table she had been
tied to and the German who had chosen her, gagged
her, tied her wrists to her ankles and threw her
onto a couch right in front of me along the wall. 
Climbing on the couch behind her he opened his
pants and pulled out his penis which had grown
into a very large erection.  Anne knew what was
coming and tightly closed her eyes as he stroked
the thing back and forth across her pussy until it
began to force its way between her unwilling lips.

The man looked up at me and smiled, knowing that I
was but a terrified witness to what he was about
to do to her and after letting out a loud laugh he
reached his hand down and guided his stiffened
organ into her vagina.  Anne closed her eyes and
helplessly cried through her gag as he, breathing
heavier and heavier, slowly stroked his penis in
out of her.  I was unable to observe any more of
his incredibly repulsive assault because it was
then my turn.

The captain who had earlier tied me up, reappeared
and hurriedly unhooked my wrists and neck from the
beam above my head.  I didn't have to wonder what
was motivating him to work as quickly as he did
since he had developed an appreciable lump in the
front of his pants as he untied my rope harness
and removed my gag and the clamp he had earlier
put on my breast.

He led me across the room to a thing that looked
sort of like a ladder with rope rungs.  Bending me
at the waist he pushed me between two of them and
then proceeded to handcuff my hands to my ankles
so that I was bent over with my rear towards him
and my legs held apart by the vertical elements of
the ladder.  Once I was trapped that way he
removed all his clothes, except for his underwear,
and then began slapping my behind with his hand
and a small riding crop he had found, probably the
same one the other man had been using on Kang.

This went on until it really started to hurt and I
began to cry from the sharp stings as the riding
crop landed again and again on my skin.  At first
he limited himself to striking my butt cheeks but
soon enough he began working the thing onto the
tender skin of my pussy lips and that really hurt.
It seemed that each time I would cry out he would
hit me that much harder until I just couldn't
stand it anymore.  That was when he stopped,
dropped the crop onto the floor, and began to rub
the lump of flesh in his underwear against my
inflamed genitals.

What happened then all seemed to go in slow
motion.  I felt the man's hand slide off of my
back and begin to fumble at the fly opening in his
underwear rubbing against me as he did so.  It
didn't take him long to release the pent up shaft
of his penis which was swollen with blood so much
so that I could feel it throbbing against my
bottom as he poked it against me.  Then, taking
the thing in his hand, he guided it into the crack
of my pussy, its warm, moist, rounded tip nuzzling
against the constricted opening to my vagina.  I
tried to relax but there was no way I could have
prepared myself for the sharp agonizing stab I
felt down there as he literally punched his penis
into the most private places of my being.

Suddenly my entire lower body was inflamed with
the large foreign presence of his swollen penis as
he pressed it deeper and deeper into me.  Just
when it seemed like I couldn't take any more of
him I felt the mound of hair around the end of his
penis crush against my violated opening.  He
paused for a moment and then drew the thing back
out of me but before I could manage to catch my
breath he plunged it into me again.  This repeated
cycle of forced insertion and withdrawal went on
with the man groaning with increasing pleasure
from his rape of my defenseless innocent body.

Eventually the blood from my torn hymen along with
my natural lubrication somehow stimulated by his
continued surging seemed to blunt the pain of his
desecration of me.  Although I cannot in any way
say that I found his rape of me to be pleasurable,
it did at least became somewhat more tolerable and
I began to think that I was going to be all right
if I would just submit to him.  But then the
German who had raped Linda showed up.

Linda had been sort of turned over to a whole
group of Japanese who were gang raping her with
increasing violence and so the German who had
originally tied her to the table she was on began
to drift around the room, stopping to watch me. 
He hadn't paused there for very long when he
leaned over and whispered something to the German
captain who was still raping me and who then
stopped his rhythmical stroking, slowly pulling
out of me.

Unfortunately I didn't even have time to catch my
breath before he leaned down and undid my
handcuffs and pulled me out of the ladder.  The
other German had removed his pants and was sitting
on a cushioned table next to the ladder, his
erection sticking up out of his crotch, every bit
as large as the captain who had raped me.  As soon
as he had pulled me out of the ladder he turned me
around to face him, his moist erection poking me
in the tummy as he did so, and then putting his
hands on my waist, lifted me up and carried me
over to the table where the other German was
sitting.  I didn't realize what they were planning
until the captain who had lifted me up started to
put me down again and I felt the other man's
erection poking at my rectum.

"Pretend you are taking a shit," the German
captain commanded as he lowered me down onto the
other man's rigid organ who was holding my butt
cheeks apart and guiding himself toward my anus. 
I really had no control over anything as the two
men, conversing with one another as they
progressed, slowly lowered me onto the man who was
seated on the table.  I tried to relax my anal
muscles like the German captain had ordered but it
still really hurt as the man beneath me began to
penetrate my rectal opening until I could feel
myself settling down on top of him and realized
that he was deep inside of me.

The man who was in my rear then laid down on the
table and grabbing me by the shoulders pulled me
down so that I was laying on top of him still
impaled by his erection which he had begun to
wiggle and pump in my rectum.  Once I was on my
back, the captain leaned over me and without any
delay reinserted his hardened penis into my
vagina.  This time it went in somewhat easier but
he decided to stroke it in and out of me much more
violently than before, literally tearing at my
vaginal opening.  His impassioned motion seemed to
stimulate the man beneath me as well who at the
same time started to pound his organ into me even
deeper until he ultimately began to come.

The fear of being mutilated by these men had
actually prevented me from even thinking about
being made pregnant by them but as I felt the man
squirting his semen into my rectum I suddenly
became focused on the man on top of me who was
getting ready to do exactly the same in my vagina. 
Fully aware of what he was doing to me he looked
into my face and laughed just as he had his
orgasm, his face getting all scrunched up and his
laugh turning into a strange moan.  I can't be
sure that I actually felt his semen shooting into
my vagina, I think I did, but I definitely felt it
as it oozed out my vaginal opening mixing with a
similar flow already leaking from my rectum.

Once the men were finished they rapidly pulled out
of me and I was turned over to a waiting group of
Japanese army officers who had been watching their
sexual exhibition.  They wasted no time in raping
me over and over again until I lost count of how
many there were and was too sore to even stand up.

I was able to notice some of the other things
going on around me while the Japanese soldiers
were absorbed with violating my young body.  The
two Germans had returned to Linda who looked like
she had passed out with her eyes still open from
the treatment she had received from the men who
had viciously assaulted her.  They untied her and
took off the rest of her clothing and then moved
her over to a strange looking chair.  In the
process of being moved she reawakened and although
she struggled with them, they managed to strap her
down so that she was securely seated in the chair.

This chair looked kind of like the electric chair
you see in the movies and as it turned out that's
pretty much exactly what it was.  The Japanese
colonel opened a cabinet next to the chair
revealing all sorts of electronic devices which he
immediately began to hook both to the chair and to
Linda.  The main electrodes seemed to be two cup
like things which fit over her breasts and a
chrome shaft which he slid up into her vagina. 
Linda of course knew what was going to happen next
but no matter how much she squirmed she was unable
to escape their probes.

When the Japanese colonel began activating the
equipment, Linda let out a blood curdling scream
like I have heard before, stopping everyone else
in the room.  The Japanese man who was in me
simply withdrew himself and with his friends
gathered around her chair to see what was going
on.

Linda was shaking, I think as much from fear of
what they were doing as from the shocks they were
giving her.  The Japanese colonel had replaced the
electrode cups on her breasts with two others
which were connected directly to one of the units
he was working with, when something very terribly
wrong began to happen.  At first Linda began to
violently convulse and make deep moaning sounds
but after only a few seconds she grew very limp as
if she had passed out.  The electricity flowing
through her still was making her twitch and
eventually the Japanese colonel turned it off and
went over to Linda to wake her up.  She didn't
wake up.

After that incredible display, most of the men
decided they had enough with torturing us and
seemed more content with sitting and drinking
while watching the few Japanese men who were still
interested in raping the rest of us.  It seemed
that they were more turned on by the Korean girls
and soon Anne was left alone as well.  She was
laying on the floor not far from me and looked
pretty much exhausted and, like me, afraid of
further abuse.

Soon after that Margie was left alone as well. 
She had been hung from the ceiling by a large
leather strap around her chest while the men raped
her from behind.  I'm not certain, but it seemed
like she had passed out since she remained
motionless except for the slightest heaving in her
chest indicating that she was still breathing.  I
was just happy that at least three of us had
survived that evening of terror.

The problem was that it wasn't over for the Korean
girls for several more hours.  It seemed like the
group of Japanese men who were still raping them
were insatiable and each of them were assaulted
over and over again even after most of the men had
gotten tired of watching and left the room.  Like
us, the Korean girls were just left where the last
man was finished with them, too exhausted and
injured to try to move.  At some point sleep
overcame me and when I woke up the next morning
none of the men were around.

I looked around the room and there was Kim hanging
by her wrists from the ceiling.  I guessed that
she was the last of their conquests and once I
slowly and painfully got to my feet I managed to
free her by standing on a chair and undoing her
wrists.  Anne woke about that same time as well
and the two of us let Kim down to the floor where
the three of us just sat there, too exhausted and
sore to do anything until the Japanese guards
showed up and took us back to our rooms.  I never
did find out what they did with Linda.

Beginning the next day we were put to work with
the Korean girls as prostitutes for the soldier
guards in the prison and army base next door.  The
soldiers usually called us "ianfu" or comfort
women.  The other name they had for us was
"nigyuichi" or twenty-nine to one, a reference to
the number of men each of us was expected to
service each day.  This also may have been a
reference to the ratio of women to soldiers but I
don't really know.

Getting up at six in the morning we had breakfast
in turns and then at approximately nine, soldiers
began to form queues outside our building.  After
six in the evening, the high-ranking officers
arrived and some of them stayed all night.  Each
of us was visited by an average of twenty to
thirty soldiers a day and it soon became so that
we could hardly find time to sleep.

The soldiers were forced to use condoms which were
piled up in each room, but some refused.  I urged
them in any way I could to use condoms, even
warning that I had a terrible disease, but
sometimes they didn't seem to care at all, telling
me, "I don't even know when I'm to be killed.  Why
should I care about a trivial disease?"  I was
always terrified that I would become infected.

The army provided us with clothes, cosmetics and
food and approximately once a month the camp
doctor, the same one who had raped Park, gave us
check-ups.  Anyone who had a problem was ordered
to take a rest for a few days.  Although I had no
venereal disease, I seemed to have a lot of
bleeding and frequently had serious pains which
got so bad at one time that I tried to commit
suicide by jumping in front of a truck.

When I had my period, I set up a sign which said I
was not available.  I was always so thankful when
it came because not only did it mean I would get a
rest but it confirmed that I had made it through
another month without getting pregnant.  Pregnancy
among the women was seen as some sort of venereal
disease and treated with the so-called 606
injection which would induce an abortion.  This
stuff was some sort of antibiotic which gave you
sudden stabbing pains in your lower abdomen,
accompanied by vomiting and diarrhea lasting until
there was nothing left inside of you.  Girls who
had contracted venereal diseases were treated
roughly the same way.

I wanted to run away at first, but finally
realized that it was hopeless because I did not
know the location of where I was being kept or
where I could safely go and eventually I just gave
up.  I guess that once I came to the realization
that my vagina was the only thing keeping me
alive, since our bodies were regarded as not much
more than a military supply, a sanitary toilet for
the disposition of Japanese sexual needs, tension
and neurosis, I just stopped caring about myself
or anything else.  Some girls fought with soldiers
but I did not rebel, because I thought that would
be the best way to survive.

The four German submarine offices who had first
raped us had long since left but occasionally
other Germans would show up at the base and would
be given one of us girls to entertain him.  In
early 1943 one of those was a German colonel who
had a large scar on his face and a very
frightening stare.  However, what made this
particular German truly frightening was that he
was more interested in conducting research
experiments with us than using us for carnal
pleasure.

Several other Dutch girls and one Australian were
added to our number by that time and when he asked
that all of us be put in a room for his inspection
we all knew something unpleasant was about to
happen to us.  We were all lined up against one
wall in the hallway of our dormitory building and
told to wait until the German colonel came.  Once
he did, he carefully looked us over, everywhere,
before finally deciding that five of us would be
used for his research project.  Margie, Anne and I
were among the ones chosen, along with two other
Dutch girls.

We were immediately led out of the dorm building
without our clothes much less any of the
belongings which we might still have had in our
rooms, to a large room with three bunk beds on the
second floor of the big research building.  That
evening each of us was given a very complete
medical exam by two doctors I had never seen
before and issued a hospital gown and a pair of
slippers which became the only pieces of clothing
we were to have from then on.

We had all heard the rumors about what the
Japanese were working on and that the prison next
to the big building was used to house Allied
soldiers who were to be used in various biological
warfare experiments.  We didn't know how exactly
the German colonel figured into all of that but
were pretty sure that we were all in great danger. 
The next morning Margie and the two other Dutch
girls were taken away, leaving Anne and I by
ourselves.  We didn't realize that we would never
see each other again and to add to our horror we
were told by one of the guards that the German
colonel practiced cannibalism.

Anne and I were left alone for two more days when
the same guard showed up at our door again and
escorted us down a series of hallways to a large
room equipped as a laboratory.  Our hands were
tied behind us and we were both placed on lab
tables, the tops of which were covered with animal
skins.  Then the German colonel showed up.

He immediately told us that he expected us not to
talk or we would be punished.  Neither Anne or I
had any reason to doubt him and as he then began
to explain to us what he was doing, we looked at
one another knowing that no matter what, we would
remain perfectly quiet.  Meanwhile, the German
colonel was standing by a rack of electronic
equipment, pulling out wires and talking to us in
broken Dutch about his desire to combine or merge
the human body with a machine in order to build a
perfect race of worker slaves for Hitler's Reich.

None of what he said made any sense to Anne or me
and I really didn't understand how any of what he
was talking about could possibly mean anything to
me until he pulled out two electrical cables which
had silver spring clips on the ends of them.  He
stretched two of the wires over to me and clipped
them one at a time to my nipples.  I jumped as
each of the clips bit into the tender skin on my
nipples with sharp pangs sort of filling my entire
breast but I succeeded in not making a sound
except for maybe a muffled groan.

I turned my head and looked at Anne who had an
incredibly frightened look in her eyes as she
looked at what he had done to me while he began to
prepare a similar pair of cables for her. 
Realizing that I must have had the same terrified
look as she did I closed my eyes as the German
clipped the wires to her breasts, trying not to
hear her moan from the sudden pains.

The German colonel had returned to his electronic
panel and both Anne and I let out a loud scream as
a hot electric current unexpectedly knifed across
our breasts.  These came in pulses, one every two
or three seconds apart lasting about a second in
length.  Not only did they feel like someone was
literally cutting my nipples off but I could feel
the current travel deep into my chest, causing the
mass of my mammary glands to begin to get warmer
and warmer.

Somehow the German figured that electrical
stimulation might trigger our breasts into giving
milk because after ten or fifteen minutes of his
electrical torture he disconnected me from the
device and placed two strange looking glass
cylinders over my breasts and began to squeeze on
the rubber ball attached to it creating a vacuum
inside the cylinder and drawing my breast up into
it.   It didn't hurt at first but as he kept
pumping on the thing, the power of it started to
painfully stretch my skin, oddly deforming my
breast and forcing it to fill the inside of the
cylinder.  By the time he was finished pumping on
it, my breasts were literally throbbing from being
strained and deformed into the shape of the
cylinder that I began to cry.

He left me that way for several minutes and
although I don't really know, I'm pretty certain
my breasts didn't produce anything from his little
session of torture.  Of course he wasn't done yet
and repeated the whole thing on Anne.  Her breasts
being larger than mine tended to fill the
cylinders faster but he kept pumping on them until
they started turning a deep blue purple color. 
Anne endured this as much as she could before she
began to cry and then just passed out from the
pain.

He wasn't too happy with us since he didn't seem
to be able to extract any milk and so he removed
the cylinders from us and began to clean up. We
were both still laying there spread eagled when a
Japanese soldier knocked on the door and entered
with a message for the colonel.  He read the
message and then threw it on the floor, swearing.
"Damn it. When am I going to have time to do this
work."  Then he left with the Japanese soldier.

We were left alone, still tied to the tables for a
couple of hours before he returned and untied us
and then led us back to our cell.  The next
morning he showed up again with two pullover
blouses and baggy jumpsuits and told us to put
them on because we were going on a little trip. 
It seemed that the Germans were fighting in Russia
and for some reason our German colonel was needed
there.  The surprise was that he was taking us
along so that he could continue his work at a
laboratory he had set up in a castle somewhere in
Rumania.

As soon as we were dressed he escorted us to a car
which was waiting outside the building and we were
taken to the docks where among the several ships
there was a large German submarine waiting for us. 
The sub was something he called a "milch cow"
which was a supply ship for German submarines
operating in the Indian Ocean.  It had already
delivered its food and fuel to those boats and was
preparing to return to Germany when it received
orders to pick us up for the trip back.  Without
its cargo, the sub was relatively roomy and Anne
and I were given an area of our own away from the
German crew and under the watchful eye of the
colonel.

Actually we were treated quite well on the trip
back to Germany.  Our food was better than the
Japanese had been feeding us and although we
weren't allowed any contact with the German crew,
it was pretty obvious they knew we were aboard
from the little things which would show up on our
food trays like little paper flowers and poems.

I started to wonder about what was going to happen
to us once we got to Germany and whether or not
our chances might have been better had we stayed
in Java.  However, there was really no point in
worrying about any of that once we got closer to
our destination and the colonel received a radio
message containing a change in orders.  He wasn't
happy about the new arrangement and one of the
first things he decided was that he wasn't going
to be able to keep us with him.  Once we weren't
worth anything to him anymore the colonel decided
to turn us over to the German crew for their
entertainment.

We were both tied up and made to wait in our
sleeping area while we could hear the men outside
bargaining for who would be the first to have us. 
Finally the first two entered our space and just
stood and stared at us for what seemed forever. 
Then they looked at each other and started
removing their clothes until they too were naked
before the walked over to us, their already erect
penises stiffly pointing up toward the ceiling.

The man who had Anne immediately laid her back on
her bed and began to rape her, savagely pounding
himself into her and then humping on her like he
was some kind of wild animal, making little
grunting sounds as he continued.  After a minute
or two he came and then collapsed on top her fully
asleep while his penis slowly shrunk and then fell
out of her leaving a large puddle between her legs
where his excretion was draining out onto the cot. 
After several more minutes of waiting, the next
man in line finally came in and pulled him off of
her so that he could have his turn.

I was treated a bit differently.  The man who had
chosen me was much more methodical and first
slowly untied me and then retied my wrists to the
ceiling.  This took some time and he noticed what
must have been the terror in my eyes as I watched
what was happening to Anne so he pulled off his
dark undershirt, folded and wrapped around my head
as a blindfold so that I couldn't see anything
anymore.

He clipped what felt like a watch chain onto my
nipples and pulled on them until I screamed from
the torment and then I felt him part my legs and
probe me with his fingers before he penetrated me
with his still very rigidly stiff sex organ.  He
slowly stroked the thing in and out of me until I
felt him tense and then relax as he unloaded his
gob of semen deep into my body.

The first man was quickly replaced by the next and
then the next until I pretty much lost count of
how many had raped me.  I could hear Anne
experiencing roughly the same thing until she
became very quiet having passed out again.  The
men just left her alone then and concentrated on
me.

I was taken down from my standing position and
tied spread eagled onto my bed where they
continued to have me until I guess they had run
through the entire crew.  Once they were done, I
was left there to sleep in their cold, wet filth
which I immediately did.  A few times during that
night either Anne or I would be awakened as one or
another of the men would come by to relieve his
degenerate sexual drive in us and then just as
quickly leave.

The next morning I was awakened by the German
colonel who was holding a large shiny metal shaft
in his hand.  He explained that the thing was a
temperature sensitive switch that was supposed to
trigger at just above normal body temperature at
thirty eight degrees and I was going to be used to
test it for him.  The size and shape of the thing
made it pretty easy just where it was going to go
in me and in all honesty it wasn't that much
bigger than many men I had already had in me but
that morning after having been ravaged all night
my genitals were kind of swollen and very, very
sensitive.

My personal condition didn't seem to concern the
German colonel and I immediately felt the cold
metal end of the thing pressing against the tender
opening to my vagina.  Then with one sudden
movement it was tearing my bottom open as he
forced it into me.  He then produced a leather
strap thing which went around my waist and up
through my crotch securely holding the thing
inside me.

"Now," he said as he untied me.  "Let's just see
if this thing's really going to work."

I was led back to the middle of the space and then
with a piece of chain he handcuffed me and pulled
my hands up above my head tying them off to a
girder in the ceiling.  There was a small wire
which came out of the thing I had in me and he ran
it across to a small box he had left on the bed I
had been tied to.  He then produced a whip and
looking at me laughed, "Now let's just warm you up
to thirty eight degrees."

The whip slashed across my tummy and although it
stung a whole lot it didn't seem to leave any
lasting marks.  His next slice was across my
breasts and then my thighs and then my tummy
again.  He kept doing this while I writhed and
screamed to get away from him but all I seemed to
accomplish was to attract several of the members
of the crew to watch him torture me.

After several minutes of this activity I suddenly
felt the thing pop inside me and the little box
sitting on the bed began to make a buzzing sound. 
The colonel stopped and put down the whip.  "Good,
looks like everything is in order.  We'll be going
ashore soon."  He reached over and undid the
leather belt around my waist and then slowly
pulled the metal thing out of me.  As soon as he
took it out a second buzzer started to buzz and he
then turned both of them off.  He carefully wiped
the cylinder off and then placed it in next to the
box on the bed before undoing the chain holding my
wrists to the ceiling.

As soon as the men left, Anne and I sat down
together and cried until the colonel returned with
the clothes we had originally been given and we
quickly put them on.  No sooner had we finished
than he escorted us up to the bridge and out the
top hatch of the submarine.

I don't know what time I thought it was, but it
was a very dark moonless night.  We crawled over
the side of the sub into a small rubber raft and
after the colonel said his farewells to everyone
we set off for shore.  We landed on a wide sandy
beach and when I turned around, the sub was gone
and we were completely alone.  I remember thinking
at that moment that if Anne and I had the
opportunity perhaps we could overcome the colonel
and get free.  Apparently the colonel had roughly
the same idea and immediately he pulled a Lugar
out of his jacket and began to wipe it off with
his handkerchief.

He made us get out of the raft and with a small
shovel dig two holes in the sand about a half
meter deep.  Then he took two suitcase sized metal
boxes out of the raft and opened one of them
removing what looked like several sticks of
dynamite.  The colonel informed us that was
exactly what they were and put four of them in
each of the holes we had dug before telling us to
fill the holes back up again.  As soon as we had
finished, he ordered us to lay down on our backs
on top of the dynamite we had just buried.

I was beginning to figure out what was coming next
as he quickly began to tying both our wrists and
one ankle to long stakes that he had driven into
the sand.  Once he had us tied up pretty well he
began slashing at our clothing until all we were
wearing was ragged cutoff shorts.  Then, pulling
them down around our knees he took two more of
those metal cylinders out of the suitcase before
flinging it way out into the ocean.

Spreading my thighs apart he rudely jammed the
metal thing into my vagina.  I screamed as it tore
its way into me until I could feel it pressing all
the way against my cervix.  He then connected the
wires to the dynamite below me in the sand and put
my shorts back on to keep me from pushing the
thing out of me on my own and then tied my
remaining ankle to the fourth stake in the sand.

Anne was already crying by the time he walked over
to her and I sort of relived the whole ugly thing
through her screams as he prepared her the same
way he had done to me.  His final touch was to
take some wide cloth tape and tape both of our
mouths shut.  Once he finished he picked up the
other suitcase and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry," he told us, "I'm pretty sure some
soldiers will be by before morning.  Be sure to
say hello for me."  With that he left.

We waited until daybreak, which was only about an
hour or so, and once the warm sun began shining on
us I could feel my lower torso getting warmer
until I felt the thing I was holding inside me pop
from the heat.  I supposed that meant that the
thing was armed and when it was removed it would
detonate the dynamite we were laying on.  Just
then we heard male voices approaching us.

The men were soldiers, Americans as it turned out,
who were on patrol along the beach.  Once they saw
us, however, they turned into just plain males. 
The first was Bubba who sort of decided that we
were Nazi spies and so it was their duty to rape
us.  The second was named Lou who sort of took an
immediate liking to Anne and the third was named
Wireless who was apparently in charge.

Bubba stood over me, staring at my breasts, his
eyes moving up and down my body, while Lou began
to untie Anne.  He took the tape off of her mouth
and she immediately began to try to warn them of
the dynamite except that they didn't understand
Dutch and so didn't understand a word she was
saying to them.  I knew a little English but since
Bubba seemed to be more interested in removing my
pants as opposed to the tape over my mouth, I had
no way of talking to them.

As soon as Anne got her hands free she sat up and
began showing them the wire which was coming out
of her pants and going into the ground.  Wireless
was the first to figure out that she was talking
about some kind of trap that had been set and
then, once I got the tape off of my mouth, I
described to the men what had been done to us.  I
don't think they believed me at first but after
Lou and Wireless had given us their jackets to
cover up our naked breasts, they began to
carefully poke into the sand looking for the
explosives.

Wireless had apparently gotten his name because he
was the company radio operator and so had some
electronics background.  Between my description of
the arming devices we had in ourselves and how the
German colonel had wired the thing together, he
managed to get the dynamite disconnected from us
and within an hour we found ourselves safe at an
American army hospital.  They disarmed and removed
the devices from  our vaginas and kept us for a
few days to check us over after all of the sexual
torture which had been performed on us while we
were prisoners.

Lou and Wireless showed up to visit us in the
hospital and Anne and Lou became immediate lovers,
the both of them finally finding a language they
had in common.  Wireless was a bit more reserved
and although it took us a little longer, we have
been together ever since as well.  After they
left, Anne and I moved first to London and then
back to Amsterdam until the war was over and we
met up with the boys again.  We had a double
wedding.  The both of us went back to the United
States with Wireless and Lou and we now live next
door to each other near the ocean on the Gulf
coast in Florida where I probably spend as much
time in Anne's house as I do in mine.  We don't
think much about the war years anymore but I do
wonder from time to time what my life would have
been like if I had never gone to live in the East
Indies.