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.