Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: Blind Date
Summary: This story is a return to the "young
woman in trouble" scenario.  A poor little rich
girl is kidnaped, raped, and then sold to our old
friend the evil doctor.  She eventually meets up
with the same man named Dieter who we met in
story 14.
Keywords: M+F nc rape Mdom violent tort bd oral
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.

BLIND DATE

It all started when my girlfriend, Karen, set me up
with a blind date.  I had just broken up with a guy
named Jake who was a lot more in love with himself than
me, something my friend Karen had been telling me all
along.  The fact that our relationship hadn't worked
out at all became quite clear the night I finally
figured out that he just wanted to keep going with me
to see how far he could get into my pants.  It seemed
that as soon as I told him that I liked him but that I
wasn't interested in having sex with him or anyone else
until I was married, everything came to a grinding
halt.  To his credit he didn't try to force himself on
me or anything and we just sort of went our separate
ways.

Daddy was real happy.  He didn't like Jake at all.  He
didn't like his haircut or the tattoos or the earring
or really anything about him.  Of course, Daddy would
never dream of doing anything like that since he's a
big corporate executive and, even though he grumbles a
lot, he works really hard.  He calls me his princess
and I've pretty much figured how to get anything I want
out of him including my new car and my own charge
cards.

About a month after Jake, during summer vacation, my
friend Karen set up a blind date for me.  Actually it
was her boyfriend, Don, who had this cousin named Rick
who was spending the summer at his house.  Rick lived
up in north somewhere around Sacramento and was kind of
cute and very quiet so I didn't get to know very much
about him but.  Of course since I hadn't been out in a
month it didn't take a lot to look attractive to me but
something about Rick seemed really sexy in sort of a
James Dean kind of way.

Anyway we went to a movie, some kind of action flik
that Don wanted to see, and Rick was a real gentleman
in spite of the action that Karen and Don were doing
all through the show.  Afterwards, on the way home, we
stopped at a Denny's for something to eat.  That was
when things started to get strange.

We went in and sat down and had just ordered our drinks
when this Hispanic gang showed up.  Now I know Daddy
would shit if he knew, but we used to go all over L.A.
when we went out and seeing a gang was really no big
deal.  In spite of the fact that I didn't think much of
it, Rick became really uncomfortable and he insisted
that we get out of that place like right now.

Just as we got up to leave this one gang member who
looked particularly mean and dirty recognized Rick.  It
seemed that the two of them had spent some time
together in a police boot camp somewhere up in northern
California.  It also seemed like they knew each other
before that and soon there was this discussion about
which one of them had screwed up some job they had both
been involved with.  By this time the whole restaurant
had been asked to leave and we were all in the parking
lot with a growing crowd of people who were wondering
what was going on.

I looked for Karen and Don but couldn't see them and
then all at once Rick was on the pavement with a knife
in his stomach.  Everybody started to run but I had
nowhere to go and just stood there until some guy from
the gang grabbed me by the arm and started to pull me
away.  He was joined by two other guys who pulled me
over to a dark van sitting on the edge of the parking
lot and threw me inside.

I did everything I could to get away, screaming and
kicking at them but there was so much going on that I
don't think anybody heard me.  Besides, it really
didn't matter what I did, I was little and they were
big and there were so many more of them than me.  They
sort of sat on top of me until the van was out on the
street and then on the freeway.

The three guys seemed to be all about my age and
besides them there was a also girl who basically looked
just about as menacing as the boys were.  Her name was
Rosa and she seemed to either be the girlfriend or the
slave of the group's leader, Antonio, since he treated
her like trash, and I couldn't really tell if she
wanted to be there or if she was with those guys
because she had to be.  She picked up my purse and
started going through it but there wasn't much in it. 
A couple of dollars, no drugs except for some Tylenol,
my lipstick, Kleenex, eye shadow and some personal
hygiene stuff was pretty much all that was in there
except for my driver's license and my Mastercard.

Antonio quickly yanked the license out of her hand,
almost losing control of the van, and became very
interested in my home address.  He started asking me
all sorts of questions about where I lived like how
much was in my house as if they were planning on
robbing us, all of which made me angrier and angrier
until I blurted out that my father was an executive
vice-president with ExxonMobil and they had better let
me go or they would be in real trouble.

That was a big mistake because Antonio went into
another rage over the evils of the World Trade
Organization, multinational capitalism, and more
specifically, the petroleum industry.  It was like the
more he talked, the more infuriated he got and it
became pretty clear that he felt personally ripped off
by corporations in general and especially ExxonMobil. 
That was when he decided that it was up to him to
"teach those damn oil sons-of-bitches a lesson."

"Look little rich bitch," he began as his temper began
to subside .  "You've been living pretty high off the
sweat of the working man for a long time now haven't
you?  Well maybe its time for a little payback."

I looked at him, puzzled at just what he was getting at
until he finished explaining himself.  Smiling at me he
added, "Now since you oil company folks have been so
used to fucking people like me for so long I think that
you're just going to have to fuck me for bus fare back
home.  What do you think about that?"

He laughed while I looked at him in horror as it became
clear that he actually meant to rape me before letting
me go.  I stared at Rosa and she just looked at Antonio
and then at the floor of the van.  The other two boys
just grinned at him and then me as if they were hoping
to get their share of me as well.

Any doubt that I had that he was serious was then
erased when Antonio then ordered the other two boys to
blindfold me and tie my hands behind my back.  "We
don't want you getting away from us now," he explained. 
"And we really don't want to deal with your daddy's
corporate police trying to come and find us either. 
All we need is a little share of those unjust profits
he's been collecting."  Then he added, "It's all your
fault you know.  A little rich bitch like you should
carry some condoms with her.  You never know when
you're going to need to earn bus fare to get back home. 
Don't they teach you that kind of stuff in those rich
kid private schools?"

I was placed in the back of the van under one of the
seats and we drove for what must have been a couple of
hours on what seemed mostly to be city streets, before
the van finally stopped.  I could hear traffic not too
far away like we were near a freeway somewhere and I
guessed that we were still the city but I had no idea
where.  Once the van stopped I was taken out and led
into a house and placed in a small room.

I tried get Rosa's attention after she removed my
blindfold and proceeded to untie my hands but she
wouldn't look at me.  The room I was in looked like a
small bedroom in a crack house.  The one window was
covered with wood so I couldn't see out and the only
furnishings consisted of an old smelly mattress on the
floor.  Once Rosa finished untying my hands the guy she
was with turned out the bare bulb on the ceiling and
they locked me in for the night.

I didn't really sleep, being way too anxious about what
they were planning, but did doze a little.  Certainly
they just wanted money, I thought to myself.  Daddy
would give them money and I would be safe.  All that
talk from Antonio about raping me was just to scare me
so I wouldn't run away.  Antonio would never do
something like that with his girlfriend Rosa around.

I was wrong.

The next morning there was a little light in the room
as small slits of sunlight leaked in around the wood
covering the window, giving a soft glow to the heavy
air.  Not long after sunrise Antonio unlocked the door
and came into the room, accompanied by eight other boys
including the two who had been in the van the day
before.  One of the boys had a small video camera,
probably something they had stolen and was taking
pictures as he entered.

Antonio motioned for him to put the camera down and
then he turned to me.  "Okay honey," he began.  "This
is what we're going to do today.  We're going to make a
little movie to send to daddy with our ransom demand. 
Now we want daddy to know that you're all right so we
want you to look like you're having a good time here,
okay?"

I nodded and the boy with the camera started taping
again as Antonio stood behind him.  "I want you to show
daddy that we didn't put any marks or scratches on his
little girl.  You know how we are going to do that? 
You're just going to have to take those clothes off and
show us."

I stood there staring at him in disbelief.  Just what
did he have in mind?  I was supposed to take my clothes
off in front of him and this video camera?  How much
was I supposed to take off and then what was going to
happen?  We both knew that he certainly wasn't going to
stop making demands once I had taken my clothes off for
him.

I didn't actually do anything until he yelled, "Come on
you fucking bitch!  Get those fucking clothes off! 
Now!"

A million things went through my mind as I began to
unbutton my blouse.  Here I was stripping for his video
tape which my Mom and Dad would be looking at while
they knew I was doing it in front of this gang of
demented guys.  As if that weren't humiliating enough,
who else was going to see this thing.  I remembered in
junior high that a girl in my class had lost the top of
her bathing suit and somebody had taken a picture of it
and like it was all over the school.  This thing would
probably end up all over the internet or something so
that people I don't even know would forever be ogling
me in my underwear.

That was where I ended up, in my underwear.  Antonio
just stared at me and then gestured as if he wanted me
to go further.  Shoes and socks, I thought to myself,
and so I slowly took those off as well, thinking that
now he would be satisfied.  However, it was quite
apparent that he wasn't.

"See," I said meekly, looking up at him and quickly
down at myself again.  "No marks or scratches."

"I'll give you some marks and scratches you little
bitch," he said in a quiet but incredibly frightening
monotone.  "Stop fucking around and take that shit off. 
Now!"

As I took off my top in front of them my fear of him
hurting me suddenly subsided and I became extremely
self conscious about my nakedness.  The whole thing
became so incredibly humiliating as if removing that
little layer of cloth which had been covering my
breasts also somehow removed a big part of my courage. 
The tightening knot in my stomach only added to my
stress once I began to assess the possibilities of all
the things they could be planning on doing to me.

My bra hit the floor.

My breasts aren't real big or anything and I had always
been told that it didn't really matter how big they
were.  Anyway, they were mine and I hadn't really
showed them to anybody except maybe Jake.  But right
then I could literally feel that video camera scanning
them and when I finally looked up it was so
embarrassing to have every eye in the room staring at
my chest.  Of course Antonio was not impressed and made
another of his gestures, this time a downward motion,
clearly indicating that he wanted me to drop my panties
as well.

Now showing your breasts to a bunch of strange men and
a video camera is one thing but exposing your bare
pussy to them is a whole different matter.  It was a
degradation which I was definitely not anxious to
experience but as I looked at Antonio it was clear that
I wasn't going to have much choice.

Figuring the sooner I got it over with the better off I
would be, I quickly reached down and slipped my panties
down to my knees letting them drop down around my
ankles.  Then I stepped out of them sort of keeping my
hands in front of me, masking myself from their
collective view and that of the camera as much as I
could.

Antonio just smiled that strange eerie smile again
before pulling a strange looking black leather mask out
of the small cloth bag he had been carrying while the
camera continued with its closeup tour of my naked
body.  He handed the mask and the bag to one of the
boys and then began to take his clothes off as well. 
"You little white rich girls don't get to meet guys
like us very often," he began as he pulled his t-shirt
off over his head.  "You see us on the street and you
act like you're just a little bit too good for guys
like us.  Well we are just going to have to see how
good you really are now."

Undoing his belt he let his jeans slowly fall down
around his knees before stepping out of them.  He
wasn't wearing any underwear and when he slipped the
mask over his head, that was all he was wearing.

Just before Jake and I broke up we had gone out to a
movie.  I don't remember the movie but there weren't
very many people in the theater and we were like in the
last row.  Anyway, I had allowed him to get his hand
under my sweater and he had been sort of massaging me
through my bra for a while until he unexpectedly
slipped his hand underneath it, cupping my breast in
the palm of his hand.

The abrupt coolness of his hand on my bare breast was
sort of startling and I sat up straight taking a gulp
of air, my left hand falling into his lap.  My hand
actually fell right onto his firmly erect penis which
was bulging in the crotch of his pants so that I was
holding onto it roughly the same way he was holding my
breast.  Since I hadn't intended to touch him there I
was kind of embarrassed and didn't know what to do but
Jake did.  With his other hand he swiftly undid his fly
and that thing jumped out of his pants like it was
alive right into my hand.  Jake then leaned over and we
started kissing, like really heavily with tongues.

Unlike his hand, his penis felt very warm and while
kissing him I began to explore it with my fingertips. 
I had always thought that a penis would feel kind of
like a finger only a lot larger but it wasn't like that
at all.  It was strangely firm and rigid covered with a
tight skin which sort of slid over whatever was hard
underneath it.  The underside of the shaft seemed the
most sensitive and Jake would get real tense when I ran
my fingers along that part.

However, the most responsive area seemed to be the soft
cap that covered the top end.  It had an altogether
different texture and was both smooth and soft.  The
little slit opening on the tip of the cap was moist,
which I remembered from health class was supposed to
be, and Jake almost went crazy when I softly touched
him there or along the little ridge where the soft cap
joined the rigid shaft.

By this time he had my bra pushed up around my neck and
was softly pinching at my erect nipples as he squeezed
at my breasts.  I was starting to get really turned on
and I think Jake knew it.  He began to kiss me again
while his hand slowly moved off my breasts and slid
down across my tummy.  I really didn't want him down
there but with my hand fondling his penis what was I
going to do?

His hand eased in under the elastic of my panty briefs
and very soon it was covering my entire pussy.  I could
feel his fingers dividing my lips as they began to
explore around down there and I knew whatever he was
planning on doing next was pretty likely to hurt and
just as I was going to try to stop him, his fingers
suddenly lurched out of me.  He firmly squeezed the
mound of my pussy as his whole body tensed and then
both my hand and forearm were greeted with a flood of
liquid as he moaned and pulled me tightly against him.

At first I had no idea what was happening until it
occurred to me that he was actually having an orgasm. 
I mean that I really didn't think that he was peeing on
me or that somehow a blood vessel had burst down there
but the whole thing came as such a surprise to me that
I really didn't realize right away what was happening
to him.  It was clearly not something Jake had planned
on either and he became really embarrassed by the whole
thing.  I had some Kleenex in my purse which helped at
least some although it seemed like it was really wet
everywhere and we sort of put ourselves back together
just as the movie was ending.  After everyone else had
left we escaped out the fire exit into the back parking
lot and made our way back to his car and back home
without anybody seeing us.

After that night Jake somehow got the idea that I owed
him something, like he had the right to get back into
my underpants again and that was what eventually led to
our breaking up.  Actually I really wished that it was
Jake walking across the room toward me at that moment
because I was pretty sure that he wouldn't hurt me just
for the sake of hurting me like it looked like Antonio
was getting ready to do.

Antonio was a little shorter than Jake but that pillar
of flesh which was growing out of his black bushy
crotch was certainly not any smaller and seemed a lot
more threatening.  While I had seen many pictures of
them and had even touched Jake's, this one didn't look
at all like I had thought it would.  His penis was all
dark and knobby with fibrous veins running all over it,
originating in a tuft of scraggly hair where it
connected with a large hanging leathery sack which
dangled down between his legs.  Actually as he
swaggered over to me, his organ swelling in size as he
walked, everything about him seemed dreadfully
menacing.

Fully aware that any resistance was futile I just stood
there until he was right in front of me.  He knew I was
looking at his growing erection and must have pretty
much knew the fear, stress and humiliation I was going
through.  I didn't know what exactly he was planning on
doing but it was crystal clear that whatever it was, it
was going to involve raping me.

He stood in front of me only for a moment and then
placing one hand on my shoulder pushed me down on my
knees in front of him.  His swelling cock was right in
my face at that point and he began pushing it into my
face, against my lips and then jabbed the thing into my
mouth.  I thought about biting it but I somehow knew
that wouldn't have been a good idea.

His penis filled my mouth and tasted like a mixture of
salt and urine which made me wonder when was the last
time he washed himself.  I was pretty sure his sense of
hygiene was about as well developed as his sense of
manners.  That combined with his shoving the thing all
the way into my mouth and halfway down my throat caused
me to gag and struggle for breath while he held my head
and forced me to stroke it in and out of my mouth

This went on for some time until I really didn't think
I could take it anymore.  I was beginning to become so
frightened that I was going to suffocate or that I
would just sort of come apart right there in front of
everyone that I didn't know how much longer I could
last.  The one thing I knew was that I couldn't allow
him to take control of me.  Somehow, no matter what
happened,  I had to keep control of myself especially
since who knows who would be seeing their video of me. 
Besides, I thought to myself, no matter what he forces
me to do, this jerk is simply not good enough to take
away my identity.

One way or the other, Antonio apparently didn't think I
was good enough for him or that I wasn't doing a good
enough job to please him and finally pulled his
disgusting organ out of my mouth.  Of course that
wasn't entirely a good thing since as soon as he pushed
me down on my hands and knees on the mattress it was
pretty apparent that the foreplay session was over and
it had become time for him to rape me.  He walked
around behind me while at the same time pushing my
bottom around so that I was sideways to the camera and
then knelt down between my legs after spreading them
apart.  It all happened about that fast but then he
paused as the boy with the camera got into position
closer to us.  I took a deep breath and waited for what
had to be coming next but instead of him doing what I
thought he was going to do, one of the other boys
walked over to him and handed him the small bag that he
had come in with.  He reached into the bag and pulled
out a razor and shaving cream and very soon after that
I felt the cold gooey foam being sprayed all over my
pussy.

"You sure keep this little baby all neat and trimmed
don't you," he laughed.  "It's as if you were expecting
visitors."  This elicited a laugh from some of the
other boys who were closely watching what he was doing. 
"I do like them clean and smooth.  It makes nicer
pictures and it's just so much easier to get at
everything."
     
He wasted no time in shaving me and I did everything I
could to hold myself still while he did it.  I had
always had a hard time shaving my legs without cutting
myself and didn't even want to think about being cut
down there as he scraped away at my pubic hair. 
Amazingly enough he finished without cutting me once
after which he used the empty bag to wipe off the
residual shaving cream.

Finally, to the amusement of the crowd and I suppose
for the still running camera, he leaned down and kissed
my bare pussy.  "There you are," he announced.  "You're
as smooth as a twenty year old bourbon."

Under the circumstances I could really have cared less
and while I took a deep breath, my moment of relaxing
was interrupted by him poking me with his now very
erect penis.  "Oh damn.  I forgot my rubber."  He
laughed and then continued,  "Oh well.  It doesn't
really matter.  You're pretty clean aren't you little
bitch?"  As if I was the one who should be concerned
about personal hygiene.

This time it was for real and as he began to push his
ugly, stiffened, bloated pillar of flesh between the
lips of my cleanly shaved pussy I fought to somehow
concentrate of relaxing myself.  I was certain the only
way I would survive this atrocity would be to keep my
wits and somehow deal with the pain and humiliation as
best I could.  I mean this kind of thing must happen to
women all the time all over the world.  If they could
do it, I could do it.

Then, before I could think about it, I was penetrated
for the very first time.  There was a really sharp pain
in the opening to my vagina as he ruptured my hymen,
violently shredding it and my innocence in one moment,
and then making it literally burn from the abrasion of
his dry erection while he viciously forced himself up
into my private being.  The thing pushed so far up into
me that it actually seemed like it was poking at the
bottom of my stomach before he pulled it out again,
scraping my freshly injured vaginal opening from the
other direction.

He repeated this same routine over and over and it took
every bit of strength within me to keep from screaming
but somehow I endured it.  Fortunately, after what
seemed like an eternity but was probably only a
fraction of a minute, my natural body lubrication
kicked in and the pain of his invasion began to
subside.  Actually the moistness wasn't entirely
lubrication since when I felt something warm running
down my leg I looked down to see a thin trickle of red
meander its way down my thigh to the mattress. 

"Hey you popped something there boss!" the cameraman
exclaimed as he moved around me for a better shot. 
"You ripped her wide open!"  He then started to work on
closeups of my legs and lower body as Antonio continued
to plunge himself into me with increasingly greater
intensity.  Each stroke he took seemed harder than the
last and it took all the effort I could muster just to
keep from collapsing onto the mattress as he brought my
abdomen to a whole new level of cramping soreness.

I had been concentrating so hard on dealing with his
fleshy stake pounding in and out of my pussy that when
he suddenly stopped and rammed himself into me as far
as he could I didn't realize what was happening.  Then
as he tensed up and grunted a couple of times and I
felt my whole bottom become awash with his fluid it
finally dawned on me that he was coming inside me. 
Throughout my whole ordeal right up to that point I had
been so worried about being physically harmed that the
horror of my being made pregnant hadn't even entered my
mind.  Now that one thought overwhelmed my entire being
and I began to scream and struggle from an energy
source I didn't even know I had left.

My actions only resulted in angering the man raping me
and he first punched his stake into me all the harder
and grabbing a fist full of my hair pulled my head up
while yelling at me to "Shut the fuck up."  Knowing
that I wasn't really accomplishing anything I stopped.

My mind immediately flashed on something which had
happened earlier that morning.  I had been sitting
sleeplessly alone in the room and while I waited I
noticed a mosquito fitfully flying around me, coming
closer and closer to me until it gently landed on the
back of my hand.  Slowly it stuck itself into my skin
and began to draw my blood into its own body.  Somehow,
after all that had happened I couldn't bring myself to
killing it and just watched it until it withdrew its
sticker and flew away.  I had this mental image that
this man was like that mosquito, sticking his thing
into my body and sucking the life right out of me until
I was just an empty shell of my former self.  Was that
my fate?  I wondered at what point I would forget who I
was and accept my seemingly inevitable role as nothing
more than a living purveyor of male sexual
gratification.

Shit, I thought to myself.  Who am I kidding here. 
I'll probably die from AIDS anyway.

Antonio pulled himself out of me, making a vulgar wet
popping sound as he did it.  Handing the camera to
another of the men the cameraman quickly replaced him. 
He was somewhat smaller and in spite of all the wetness
down there his impulsive speed and ferocity brought me
to a new level of grotesque torment.  His painful
assault stopped abruptly when two older Asian men in
black business suits showed up and I don't think he
came before withdrawing and leaving me to drop down
onto the blood and cum soaked mattress.

"Antonio," one of them began without noticing me. 
"It's time to pay off your Visa card.

"Yeah," the other one added.  "The Bank of America is
looking for its money.  Now."

I didn't get all the details but it apparently involved
a loan he had made with them to wholesale some drugs
and they were demanding that he come up with the cash
to pay them back right at that moment.  Antonio began
to argue with them telling them that they would get
paid just as soon as he was paid.  They didn't buy that
reasoning so he went on to tell them about me and that
he was holding me for ransom and that he was sure to
have the money for me before the day was over.

"Yeah, I noticed her," the one man said looking over at
me.  "You know you see a pretty little lady like that
and you just ask yourself how in the hell a naked white
girl could have ended up in a place like this."

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," the other man
then said to Antonio.  "We're going to make you a deal. 
We'll back off this loan thing, but we're going to
handle the ransom demands for this little girl.  So you
just sit tight and we'll take care of everything from
here on out."

This wasn't what Antonio wanted to hear and he
exploded.  "Big cartel.  Organized crime.  All that
means is big business, big government.  And just like
big government it means that you are always dealing
with bunches of bureaucrats.  Sons of a bitch middle
managers that don't know what the hell they are doing
but are sure as hell ready to tell you what to do.  You
assholes will get this thing so screwed up it will
never. . . ."

He never got to finish his sentence because at that
point one of the two men grabbed him while the other
one buried his fist into his stomach and then took a
couple other wacks at him until Antonio was passed out
on the floor.  One of the men took the video camera and
then announced to everyone that everybody should just
wait until they heard from them.  The other guys in the
room didn't move and even waited until the two guys
left before going over to check on Antonio.

He was out cold for quite a while during which time the
boys sort of lost interest in raping me.  They flipped
the mattress over so that the dry side was up and while
I sort of crouched in the corner of the room trying to
make myself as small as I could, they put him on it. 
By the time he  started to come around again a guy they
called "Doc" showed up to take care of him.

They had hit Antonio hard enough to break some of his
ribs and while the "Doc" was wrapping him up he, of
course, noticed me.  He stopped to sort of look me over
and then started asking Antonio all sorts of questions
about who I was and what I was doing there.  All of
these questions only served to add to Antonio's
nervousness and after trying to avoid answering them as
much as possible finally signaled to one of the guys,
the cameraman who had tried to rape me before the two
men showed up, to get me out of there.

He led me out of the room to an adjacent bathroom which
had a shower stall in it and told me to clean myself up
since I was a mess.  He was right.  My hair was a mess,
my eyes and face all flushed from my torture and from
crying and my bottom half all covered with Antonio's
and my own body fluids.

The shower at least worked and they seemed to have soap
and shampoo.  The one thing about it that was really
creepy was that the guy decided he had to stay and
watch me shower and talk to me although I don't know if
he was trying to impress me or scare me or if he just
needed someone to talk to who couldn't tell him to shut
up.  Anyway, I did find out about who this "Doc" was.

"The Doc was really interested in you honey," he began. 
"Yeah the Doc's a great guy.  He told me that he
thought you were just the cutest little thing.  Of
course you are a little older than those young flat-
chested hairless lolitas he usually goes for.  See
Honey, the Doc got his license lifted when he was
discovered diddling around with young runaways who he
would talk into posing nude for quick cash.  It wasn't
the pictures so much as some of the other stuff that
really got folks excited.  What'd he call it?  Rape
art.  Yeah.  That was it, rape art.  He did this whole
exhibition made up of paintings, you know, works of art
created from the act of rape.  Sort of a mixture of
paint and body fluids.  Kind of like finger painting
but a bit more adult.  The publicity killed him.  See,
things got a bit tense when some of his art models
recognized him and decided to press charges.  That's
when he came down here to Mexico."

Mexico!  That's why it took so long to get here.  They
must have taken me to Tijuana.  I guess I looked
somewhat startled when he said that because he added,
"Oh!  Big surprise!  You didn't know you were in Mexico
did you?  Be careful not to drink any of that water
now."

He had just started to get undressed himself, I suppose
to rape me there in the shower, when Rosa came in.  She
just stared at him and without another word he quickly
put his shirt back on and quickly left.  Rosa didn't
say anything but gave me a towel and left some clothes,
probably hers, and then left again.  I guessed that
this kind of thing wasn't all that unusual in her
relationship with Antonio and I somehow felt sort of
sorry for her.

Once I was dressed she returned and took me to her
room.  She told me quite plainly that she was going to
keep me away from Antonio and that from now on if I
needed anything to ask her for it.  Then she locked me
in the room and didn't return until she brought me
dinner that evening.

I don't know where she was that night but after it got
dark the police showed up and surrounded the house.  In
the confusion the cameraman broke the door down and
took me with him out of the back of the house and
through a small hole in the wall along the back yard
into a neighboring house which we passed through into
the next street.

The story he told me was that those men weren't the
police but part of some kind of white slavery
organization and that we had to get out of there
because they had come to pick me up.  "I'm taking you
to the Doc," he told me as we ran along several dark
streets.  "He will take care of you until we can get
you back to the states and back home again."

I didn't know if I should believe him or not, since
what I knew of the "Doc", he didn't seem like the
safest person to go to.  On the other hand I knew that
I wasn't very safe where I had been either and I really
didn't know even if that had been the police what they
would have done with a little white American girl.

We soon enough reached the "Doc's" house and he was
waiting for us.  That was when I found out that it had
all been a lie.  The cameraman told the "Doc" that my
father must have traced me to their place in Tijuana
and so he could sell me for a good price.  They haggled
between themselves for a while and although I don't
know the final amount, the "Doc" decided it to be a
fair price for "someone who is just too damn hot to
have around."  He added quite matter-of-factly, "As far
as the police or anyone else is concerned my little
one, you never even existed.  Anyway, I'm not
particularly interested in ransoms and kidnaping.  I'm
interested in doing some research and you're going to
help me."

He had prepared a needle which contained some kind of
sedative and before I realized what was happening, the
cameraman was holding me down and the "Doc" was
sticking the needle into my rear.  I don't know what
was in it but the injection took hold within a few
seconds, causing me to collapse onto the floor.  It was
a strange stuff because while I was still in a state of
semiconsciousness I couldn't move my arms and legs.

They soon had me stripped naked once again and
following a quick once over examination by the "Doc",
instead of the certain rape which I struggled to
prepare myself for, I was dressed again.  However,
instead of my other clothes I was first given one of
those adult diaper things and then a pair of cotton
pajama bottoms and a cotton tank top both of which
seemed to fit rather loosely.

The "Doc" then dragged a large wooden crate into the
room which was all padded on the inside and the two of
them placed me in it.  He then hooked me up to an IV
bottle, I was gagged and then he closed and locked the
top shut before loading it and me into some kind of a
truck.  The box had apparently been designed for
transporting people with a ventilation system built
into it and the padding was sort of form fitting and,
all things considered, actually rather comfortable.  I
was taken to an airport where after a rather protracted
argument in Spanish with someone I was loaded onto an
airplane.  It seemed to be some kind of jet and the
ride was both long and bumpy.  I was drifting in and
out of consciousness but I know that we landed at least
three times before the box I was in was finally taken
off the plane.

I couldn't exactly tell where I was but I deduced from
the conversations I heard that I was somewhere in
Argentina, South America.  The box was moved around a
couple of times and then I was loaded onto what seemed
to be a smaller propeller airplane.  That flight was
both much bumpier and much shorter and after about an
hour or so we landed again.

This time the box was unloaded and opened up in a room
which looked kind of like a hotel room but with locks
on the door like a jail cell.  The "Doc" was there with
another large man and after he disconnected the IV from
me and took off my gag, the two of them lifted me out
and laid me on the bed.

"You're either dehydrated or you have some fantastic
control," he laughed.  "Look at that.  She's still
dry."  He took off my top and my pajama bottoms along
with the still unused diaper and put me between the
sheets on the bed adding a blanket over the top.  They
both left me there after taking the box and being
careful to lock the door on their way out.

I fell asleep after that and when I woke up again the
"Doc" was there with a breakfast tray.  I wasn't at all
hungry, actually I felt like throwing up, but I found
that I could move again and managed to get out of bed
to the bathroom before vomiting everything inside of me
into the toilet.  The "Doc" seemed a little concerned
about this but not particularly surprised and went away
with his tray after leaving a bottle of some kind of
fruit juice for me to drink.  After a few hours he
returned for me and then after giving me a clean white
bathrobe and a pair of sandals, led me off to his
laboratory.

The research he had been talking about involved natural
human breast development and he was all too
enthusiastic to tell me all about it.  On the way to
the laboratory he explained that by using vacuum
treatments he had some success in making breasts larger
but they tended to just become floppier.  What he
wanted was to develop them so that they were nice and
firm but still "bountiful" as he called it.

The lab was truly an expression of his work.  It looked
pretty much like one would expect a doctor's
examination room to look like except it was
considerably larger and the walls were literally
covered with pictures of women's breasts.  It was
bizarre, but not nearly as bizarre as what he told me I
was going to be used for.

"See," he explained as he pulled down a chart showing a
diagram of a breast, "the breast is mostly made up of
just fatty tissue.  That's why it doesn't matter how
big the breast is as far as milk production is
concerned.  It would be just a sack of fat if it
weren't for the breast support ligaments or, more
properly, Cooper's ligaments.  Now if you want to
create the perfect natural breast you would have to
somehow strengthen these ligaments.  The problem is
that they're just not that strong to begin with, which
is why breasts get droopy with age or when you girls
don't wear enough breast support since it seems that
once those ligaments get torn or stretched they just
don't repair themselves very easily."

He led me to a large chair and after taking my robe sat
me down.  Then he strapped my wrists to the arms and my
ankles to the legs so that I was sort of sitting like
in an electric chair waiting for execution.  Actually,
its similarity to an electric chair was not all that
far off.

Going over to one of the counters against the wall he
quickly started pulling things out of the drawers and
while continuing to talk to me he busily worked with
the various pieces of equipment on the counter-top. 
"I'm really happy to have found you, my little
Fraulein.  The chance to actually try these things out
on living tissue is something I have been looking
forward to for some time now.  You see up until now
I've been spending a lot of my time hanging around down
in Mendoza listening to my police scanner for young
women who are accident victims so that I can get to the
mortuary in time to pay off whoever's in charge in
order to get fresh breast samples to study.  Let me
tell you, those cute little babies you've got there are
really hard to come by."

He turned around holding two things which, following
our previous conversation, had to be breast cups except
that they looked like they were made of metal with
wires coming out of them.  He walked over to me and
strapped them over my chest so that they fit snugly
over my breasts.   "Eventually I came up with this
device which utilizes an exercise system as a
substitute for surgery to improve the health and
elasticity of the Cooper's ligaments toward making the
whole breast structure firmer and shapelier."  Taking
the wire leads from the breast cups he ran them over
the side of the chair, plugging them into a box with
dials and meters on it that he had set out on the
counter.

"I'm going to be careful here but you've got to
remember that these things have only been tried out on
inanimate tissue up until now."  He clicked on a couple
of switches and then turned back to me again.  "Did you
ever make frog legs jump?  You know, like in biology
class where if you put electrodes on a frog leg it will
twitch?"  I didn't say anything so he just continued. 
"Well that's sort of what this does.  You're going to
feel a little tingly in your chest as I introduce mild
electrical pulses into your breast ligaments."

He turned up one of the dials on the box and I began to
feel a pulsing sensation in my breasts, first one and
then the other was momentarily seized by the electrical
stimulation before it was allowed to relax again.  At
first startled by the sensation, I screamed in spite of
the fact that I fully knew that I would feel something,
but he immediately turned down the strength of the
impulse until it was just sort of irritating.

He continued to observe my reactions as he turned at
the dials sending the pulses through different parts of
my breasts until finally he seemed satisfied with what
the machine was doing to me.  "You see little one," he
explained, "these exercises have to be kept subtle so
as not to stretch those ligaments too much.  We want to
strengthen them, not tear them."

He went back to his work on the bench and I just sat
there for what must have been several hours with that
thing tugging away at my chest.  I couldn't see what he
was doing since much of the time he was working behind
me but from his continued babbling about muscle tone
and electrical stimulation it was pretty clear it was
all going to involve me at some point.  He finally
stopped when an alarm clock went off on the counter and
that was his signal to turn off the device attached to
my chest.  He removed the metal bra thing and then
began hand massaging my breasts.

I supposed that he was testing out the success of his
therapy but then I noticed the growing bulge in his
pants and it became clear that he was interested in
something altogether different.  Without saying a word
he released a lever on the chair I was sitting on and
soon enough I was laying flat on my back, my legs still
held apart by the straps on my ankles.  He walked back
in front of me and without removing his eyes from my
bound naked body slowly opened his pants releasing his
pillar of manhood to swing out in front of him.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable but after
a while nothing happened and I opened them again to
find the "Doc" unrolling a condom onto his anxiously
anticipating erection.  Looking up at me he smiled and
simply said, "Never can be too careful these days."

I didn't know whether that was an insult or that I
should have been grateful for his concern for not to
making me pregnant but he didn't stop to explain.  As
soon as he had the thing on to his satisfaction I could
feel it poking at my pussy and then with one grunt he
forced himself into me.  It didn't hurt as much as
before, I think he was somewhat smaller than Antonio
and the condom was a whole lot slipperier, but it was
certainly not a painless experience, at least not at
first.

Eventually, however, it seemed as if my body began to
respond to the constant stimulation as he stroked in
and out of me and I suppose with the knowledge that
nothing permanent was going to come of this little
episode I even began to feel a bit turned on by it.  I
had never really thought of the possibility of being
raped by someone who believed in safe sex but I really
didn't have much time to think about it anyway since
soon enough he was pressing himself into me and
grunting as he ejaculated.

He quickly pulled out of me and then disappeared for a
few minutes before returning and unstrapping me from
the chair.  Without a word he gave me my robe back and
led me back to my room where I showered, ate the meal
he brought me and then fell asleep.

The next morning I was awakened, fed and then brought
back to the lab where I was once again hooked up to the
breast stimulator machine.  The "Doc" went to work on
some things he had laid out on the counter which I
couldn't exactly see from where I was, but it looked
like it involved more electronic equipment.  Maybe
because I appeared concerned that whatever it was,
since I knew that eventually I was destined to be in
intimate contact with it, he began talking to me again.

"You sure are a lot nicer than most of the subjects
I've had here," he began.  "Actually there hasn't been
anyone here in almost a year now.  I was doing some
chemical experiments at the time for a client who was
interested in finding a way of increasing the female
sex drive.  It seemed that he had a problem finding
ways to make some of his girls submissive enough at one
of his brothels.  He sent a couple of them up here and
we tried all sorts of aphrodisiacs, internal and
external, down their throats and up their pussies but
nothing seemed to have any sort of lasting effect.  But
I learned something."

He walked over to me and lowered me down on my back. 
At first I thought that talking about working on those
prostitutes had somehow gotten him turned on but he
went back to the bench, this time returning with a
shiny metal probe, about an inch or so in diameter and
around six inches long.

"This is what I came up with," he explained.  "You see,
you can't force somebody to get turned on.  They've got
to want to.  But you can sure help them get there by
focusing their thinking on their genitals."

He held the thing in front of me, I suppose so that I
could get a good look at it, and then leaned down and
spreading my vaginal lips apart, slid the metal probe
up into me.  It was cold and hard.  "This device," he
continued as he ran the wires from it back over to the
counter, "is basically the vaginal adaptation of what
you already have working there on your tits."  I didn't
exactly know what that meant until he hit the switch.

The shock from the thing was ten times what he had been
applying to my chest, intensely hot and stinging,
sharply cramping my internal organs.  The pulses were
shorter and somewhat further apart than the ones being
applied to my breasts and with each one I let out a
scream.  The "Doc" stood there watching me for several
seconds but instead of adjusting the current pulses
just said, "Those muscles are a lot tougher so they
need a little more stimulation."

He didn't say anything for a long time after that and
eventually my body became somewhat accustomed, or more
like numbed, to the electrical shocks and I became
quieter as well.  After about an hour or so he started
talking again, commenting that this particular machine
was designed to increase vaginal muscle tone by using
electrical pulses at certain specific frequencies.  It
felt more like torture to me.

This routine lasted several hours and was repeated
every day after that.  Also part of that routine was
that at the end of each and every day  he would fuck me
and measure my response to his performance.  If his
exercise regimen was supposed to make me more sexually
responsive it didn't seem to me that it was working at
all since by the end of the day I was just exhausted.

After about three weeks I had my period.  It really
freaked the "Doc" who thought at first I had been
injured or something until he finally figured out what
it was.  It was a big relief to know that I wasn't
pregnant and that everything was still working down
there.  The "Doc" decided to suspend my regular routine
until, as he put it, I was "back to normal again." So I
was given a short five day vacation before having to
report back to the lab.  When I did., everything had
changed.

The chair had been replaced by a gynecological
examination table complete with stirrups.  I climbed up
on the thing and he strapped me down, even strapping my
wrists to the sides of the table so that I couldn't
move and of course strapping my feet into the stirrups.

"You're all finished testing my electrical
stimulators," he told me.  "Actually you're all
finished here altogether."  He laughed and walked over
to the counter where he began moving things onto a
small rolling cart.  They looked like dental tools but
I didn't think he was planning on working on my teeth.

Then he explained, "You see, my little one, you've been
chosen for a very special task.  It will sort of be
like a blind date.  It is something that the whole
world will respect and admire you for.  We know a
little bit about you, you know.  You come from a very
clear line of Aryan ancestors.  Did you know that you
are a direct descendant of Frederick the Great, King of
Prussia?"

I looked at him blankly.  I vaguely remembered Prussia
from my world history class but I had no idea what the
hell he was talking about.  However, what he said next
was way beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

"You see, I have this friend," he slowly began.  "My
friend has been searching for a young woman with your
background and breeding for a long, long time.  He has
suffered several health problems recently and it is now
important, very important, that he finds a mate.  He
wants you to bear his child for him."

He paused and stared at me in the most frightening
grotesque way imaginable.  I didn't know what to say
and sort of just gasped for breath.  This was a lot
more than a blind date.  This was real.

"He's a very noble man.  You see, he is the clone, the
genetic duplicate of our Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler.  Your
child will be destined to rule the entire world."  He
paused.  "Don't you see how important this is?  Don't
you realize the gift you will be providing for us all? 
The survival of the entire white race depends on you!"

He looked at me like I was supposed to say something. 
I don't know.  Maybe I was supposed to thank him for
the weeks of torture or maybe I was supposed to thank
him for sending me to some other nut case who was going
to get me pregnant.  I really, really didn't know what
to say.  Finally he turned away and went back over to
the cart by the counter, finished filling it with
whatever he was putting on it and then wheeled it over
to me.

"I need to prepare you properly for your visit," he
said quietly.  "You need to be made innocent and
undefiled once again for the Fuhrer.  We are going to
restore your virginity by rebuilding your hymen."

That was what he was so nervous about, I thought to
myself.  He had been caught fucking me, the boss's
concubine.  I suddenly had status.  My thinking was
interrupted by the sting of a needle in my pussy and I
screamed.

"Hey, hey," he laughed.  "It's just a little Novocain. 
Just like dentists use.  It'll make all of this go a
lot easier."

I saw the needle when he pulled it out.  It was big. 
He took the needle back over to his counter where he
continued to work on something although I couldn't see
what.

He seemed preoccupied and stayed over there for some
time getting things out of various cupboards and
placing them on the trays he had set out on the
counter.  Walking back over to me he sat down on a
stool he had placed between my legs.  My pussy had
begun to numb already and I couldn't feel much of
anything as he began to probe down there.

Eventually he began talking again.  "You know I really
like working with you.  I used to do this hymen
reconstruction stuff all the time for a friend of mine
when I was working in Nassau but it's a real change
working on a girl with your young skin and muscle tone. 
You don't have much to work with here though.  I'm
going to have to use an artificial one and Dermabond it
in place."

He reached over to the cart and picked up a small white
flimsy piece of something which kind of looked like
shiny fabric.  "Usually I graft tissue from the labia
but I think that I'm going to use this one that I made
just for the occasion.  See that?"  He held it in front
of my face for me to see.  "It's a perfect little piece
of lacework with a tiny swastika in the middle that I
crafted out of cat gut.  A little bit of pussy for your
little pussy.  Get it?"

He laughed as I cringed from the thought of that piece
of garbage being implanted in my vagina but there was
really little I could do about it.  Sitting back down
on his stool he was soon probing once more at my
vaginal opening.  I still couldn't feel anything down
there but I sort of knew what he was doing.

"There we go," he finally exclaimed after a couple of
minutes.  "Now I just cement it in place all around the
opening.  This Dermabond is like super glue.  Sticks
like crazy.  I might as well warn you, it's going to
hurt a little when this thing is popped.  It'll
probably take the surface tissue all around the
perimeter here and there will be some blood just like
the real thing.  Just like the real thing and nobody
but you and me will know the difference."

He stood back to admire his work and then began to
clean up, returning all of his things to the counter
before returning to the examination table and
unstrapping me.  He brought me back to my room and then
reappeared a few minutes later with panties and a bra
very close to my size, socks and sneakers and a
jumpsuit, all of which I put on.

I'm not putting you in the box this time, he finally
said to me.  We're not going that far.  Then he added,
But I am going to blindfold you.  I can't afford to
have too many people know where this place is.

He put a blindfold on me, handcuffed my hands behind me
and we went outside.  It was kind of cold out but it
was a relatively short walk to the little airplane, a
kind of difficult walk since my pelvis was mostly still
numb.  He had warmed up the cabin of the airplane,
probably the same one we had come there in, and it
became pretty comfortable once we got inside.  The
Novocain wore off by the time we took off but
everything felt all right down there; I mean it didn't
hurt down there or anything and I was somewhat relieved
to think that at least he apparently hadn't injured me
anyway.

We flew for a long time before the "Doc" asked me if I
wanted anything.  I told him I was thirsty and so he
removed my blindfold and gave me some bottled water. 
It was dark by that time I had no idea where we were
but I could see lights down below us as we flew across
the countryside.  He didn't talk to me at all during
the flight and after about another hour or so we began
approaching what looked like a large city and  he
landed the plane.  From the radio conversations he was
having with the tower I figured that we had landed
somewhere in Buenos Aries.

Once on the ground he taxied to a remote part of the
airport where we were met by another man.  He was a big
blonde guy, looking kind of like a body builder, but he
wasn't the one I was supposed to have sex with.

His name was Hans and he worked for the Fuhrer as his
body guard and butler.  He talked briefly to the "Doc"
and then led me from the plane to a small van.  He
didn't say a word but simply put me in the van and then
drove the two of us into the city.  We went quite a
long time over a lot of different city streets until
coming to a large cemetery.  Right after that he turned
down a small street, stopping in front of a large old
mansion located right next to the fence.

Hans led me out of the van and into the old house.  It
was a richly decorated place but, in every way, dark. 
It was like being in a museum at night.  We went up the
stairs to the second floor and he opened one of the
many doors in the long hallway which led to beautiful
bedroom with a canopy bed and antique furniture.  Hans
removed  my handcuffs and after telling me that he was
going to get me my dinner, he left.  He returned a few
minutes later with something that looked like it had
been prepared in an expensive restaurant with
silverware and fine china.  I was famished and so ate
all of it before collapsing on the bed and falling
asleep without even bothering to get undressed.

I slept until Hans woke me up the next morning bringing
me my breakfast.  Again, it was like something from
room service at a five star resort.  He also brought
clothes for me to wear and drew a bath for me before
leaving.  I must have sat in that bathtub for at least
an hour before getting dressed.  Hans was pretty good
at guessing clothes sizes although his taste was like
way on the conservative side.

After some exploration around the room I discovered
that one of the cabinets contained a television which
was hooked to a satellite dish.  Hans showed up a few
times to bring more things and to make up the bed but I
spent most of the day watching MTV, HBO and Showtime. 
It seemed like a vacation except for the fact that
every time Hans left me he was sure to lock the door
behind himself and there were big bars on the windows.

That evening when Hans brought my dinner it became a
much bigger production.  Instead of just leaving a tray
he opened up a table which had been against the wall
and set two place settings.  Then getting two chairs he
set one at each end of the table and finally lit the
candelabra he had brought in with him, setting it in
the middle of the table.  At first I thought he was
going to have dinner with me but then it became clear
that it had become time for me to pay for the luxury I
had been treated to.  After he set the table, he rolled
in a serving cart with a large roast, vegetables as
well as a chilled bottle of German wine and then
quietly left.  Not a moment later he was replaced by
his boss.

The Fuhrer was a small man and although he was
strangely deformed he was impeccably dressed in an
expensive looking tailored suit.  He seemed to be hunch
backed and one arm considerably shorter than the other. 
Although he didn't walk with a cane he did have a
considerable limp and one of his shoes was a lot taller
than the other.  In spite of all these things he had an
incredible aristocratic presence about him which was
both frightening and awesome.

He introduced himself as Dieter and then pulled out my
chair for me to sit.  At first I was a bit frightened
but then I figured that this was the way it was going
to be and at least I was being treated well so went
ahead and sat down for him. After seating me, went to
the cart and prepared my plate and then his, and then
poured the wine before sitting himself in the other
chair.

While he had a pronounced German accent, his English
was quite good and he immediately began to talk about
himself.  "I will get right to the point my child," he
began.  "You have been brought here to fulfill a very
special mission.  I know this must sound a bit
unbelievable, but I am a clone of Adolf Hitler.  And
you, because of your beauty, intelligence and breeding,
you have been chosen to bear my child, my son, who will
fulfill his father's destiny and that of all Aryan
people."

I must have appeared as incredulous ad I felt at that
moment.  He paused for a moment and then looking right
into the center of me added, "You will be doing your
part in fulfilling the fourteen words." He paused again
and before clearly stating them: "We must secure the
existence of our people and a future for White
children."

Finally, knowing I had to say something but unable to
find any words which would adequately describe the
terror which was steadily building up inside me, I
asked "Why me?  Why does any of this have to involve
me?"

He stood up.  You could tell he was getting angry at my
naivete.  "You don't think that I could find any number
of Aryan women who would willingly bear my child?  Like
so many of those around the Fuhrer in his great
struggle, the one you would call the Second World War,
they are mostly a bunch of stupid pigs.  I need someone
of an aristocratic heritage, someone who has the family
background such as you.  You do know that you are of
very pure German Aryan royal descent."

I shook my head no.  I knew that the "Doc" had said
something about that but I really had no idea what any
of it meant.

His tone of voice suddenly changed as his anger seemed
to evaporate just as quickly as it had appeared.  "The
doctor ran some pretty complete background and
genealogical checks on you while he was holding you for
me and until I could get this place fixed up for you. 
Your history is quite impressive."

He went on talking about some Frederick the Great, and
a whole bunch of other German kings and princes like it
was some sort of religious litany while he began to
eat.  I wasn't particularly hungry anymore but knew if
I didn't have at least something he would notice and
his mood would rapidly swing in another direction so I
took little bites of everything and just kind of
listened politely as I could.  Actually I drank as much
of the wine as I could figuring that dinner wasn't the
only thing he had in mind for me that night.  On that
suspicion I was absolutely correct.

As soon as he finished eating he got up from his chair
and taking a key from his pocket opened one of several
locked doors in the room.  While I didn't see what was
behind the door before he went through it, closing it
behind him, it appeared to be a large walk in closet. 
He wasn't in there very long before he reappeared
wearing a long trenchcoat, shiny boots and a military
hat.  He was carrying what looked like a dog leash and
a long white gown both of which were for me.

He just stood there staring at me for what seemed like
the longest time before motioning to me to stand up.  I
slowly rose from the chair and stood by the table,
silently watching him as he continued to look right
through me.  Finally he said quietly, "Take off your
clothes and put on this gown."

In spite of all I had been through up to that point it
still felt so dirty to undress in front of him.  I
slowly removed my blouse and dress, my shoes and socks
and then I turned around with my back to him before
taking off my bra and panties.  I then turned back
around again, covering myself as best I could while he
stood there looking at me and loudly breathing. 
Finally he handed me the gown.

The thing was not really not much more than a piece of
cloth but I wrapped myself in it and it seemed to cover
everything all right.  It felt very smooth and he told
me it was silk.  It was also embossed with various
strange symbols which I later found out to be some sort
of ancient Germanic writing.  He then put a thick
leather strap around my ankle and to that hooked the
chain leash before leading me out of the house.

It was very dark outside but not particularly cold.  It
was also very cloudy and only from time to time the
moon would briefly appear and then disappear as the
clouds moved across the night sky.  Dieter began to
explain as we walked into the cemetery that it was an
old Germanic belief that conception be carried out  in
certain cemeteries in order to promote the
reincarnation of great Aryan soldier/warriors.  This
particular cemetery contained the graves of many Nazi
heros who had escaped to Argentina following the war
and was located in a hilly area so that the part we
were in was completely dark and away from any streets
or any other houses except for Dieters.  We walked for
some time, made somewhat difficult by the ankle strap
and chain he was still tightly holding, past a
countless number of monuments until we stopped at one
of them.

He wasted no time in pulling off my silk wrap and then
as he dropped his coat it confirmed my guess that he
hadn't been wearing anything else except for his hat
and boots.  The grave we had stopped at belonged to
some General von something or other who had a large
marble headstone which I very soon found myself draped
over, my bottom pointing at Dieter who wasted no time
pushing my legs apart.

I thought about trying to get away from him but at the
time there just wasn't enough time to formulate any
kind of coherent plan.  It was dark, like everywhere,
he had me by the leg and I had no idea even where I
should run to or if anyone there would even be willing
to help me.  With all that running through my mind I
sort of decided that it might be best to survive to
fight another day and I just sort of went limp.

The first thing I learned about Dieter was that he had
absolutely no concept of anything remotely resembling
foreplay and I immediately felt him digging around at
my pussy.  I thought it was his finger poking at me
until I realized than his hands were on my thighs and
that what he was doing was searching with his erection
for the opening to my vagina.  It didn't take him very
long to figure out where he was and soon enough he was
pressing himself into me.

Whatever the "Doc" had done to my pussy it certainly
hurt enough as Dieter struggled to penetrate me.  At
first it felt like he was trying to puncture a whole
new opening down there until with a deep burning stab
of pain I felt him slide up into my vagina.  It was
some consolation that he wasn't that big, but from the
amount of warm blood I could feel streaming down my leg
I figured that I must have been torn up pretty bad in
the process.

Actually the bleeding sort of helped in that it
provided a measure of lubrication and eventually Dieter
began breathing really heavily as he sort of wiggled
back and forth before he finally pressed himself into
me with all his strength as he came inside me.  While
his penis may have been small, the volume of semen he
squirted into my body was incredible.  It was as if
someone had taken a hose to me down there and turned it
on full.

He seemed really pleased with himself and it seemed
like he forgot all about me as we made our way back to
the house while his cum, which continued to drain out
of me, dried on the inside of my thighs .  I was really
sore down there and I had just enough energy to clean
myself up before collapsing on the bed and falling
asleep.

That same routine was repeated on a daily basis as I
became Dieter's personal slut toy and he would dine me
and then fuck me every evening somewhere in the
cemetery, filling me with his thick semen and leaving
huge puddles of it on some other Nazi hero's grave.  It
seemed unbelievable that his little deformed body could
generate that much fluid on a daily basis but it did. 
Dieter told me that he was receiving treatments from
someone he referred to as Doctor Laura in order to
increase his potency and that the ample volume of his
ejaculate was a part of the results.

Every evening, after he finished with me, he would get
into a sort of euphoria and go off on some story about
some Aryan god and how he righted all the wrongs of the
world while we walked back to his house.  It was those
talks and the similar ones we would have at dinner each
evening that led me to figure out that he really had no
friends to talk to and that besides being his cum
receptacle, I was also the only person he had around
who would listen to him.

The plan that began to form in my mind was that since
no one appreciated him, if I got him to think that I
did like him, and sympathized with him and the destiny
of his white race that he was always so worried about,
the right time would come along that I would be able to
use to make my escape.  That opportunity came one
particularly cool night about two weeks later.

He had picked a tomb which seemed rather close to a
major street, probably near the front of the cemetery,
and I could see the glow of streetlights just beyond
the top of the rise.  Once he had finished I told him
how cold I was and since he had decided to wear clothes
that night he gave me his trenchcoat to wear on our
walk back to the house.  He had already stopped putting
the chain on me for the past week since he was becoming
more and more sure of my conversion to his racist
philosophy and so in spite of the fact that he had been
unusually rough with me that night, I was ready. 
Actually his extra effort must have tired him out that
much more so that when I kicked him, he dropped right
away and wasn't hard at all to get away from.

I ran over the hill and as I thought I had remembered
the front of the cemetery didn't have a fence but a
large hedge and there were several spots that a small
person could crawl through.  I somehow got on the other
side of that hedge and began running down the street
frantic to find help before finally coming to a
convenience store.  No one there spoke English and my
Spanish was deplorable but I managed to get them to
call the police who showed up within a few minutes. 
The problem was that neither of the officers spoke
English either and we waited about a half hour before
an English speaking officer finally showed up.

Once I told him everything it was apparent that he
didn't really believe me but he was willing to let me
take him around the cemetery to find Dieter's house. 
Actually it wasn't at all hard to find since by the
time we got into his car the house was engulfed in
flames and we just had to follow the fire engines to
it.  There was nothing left of it by the time we got
there and there was also no trace of Dieter.

I have now returned home and Dieter was never found. 
The police in Buenos Aries did finally accept my story
but they admitted that they had no clue as to where he
could have escaped to.  There are a lot of countries in
South America, they told me, and they all have plenty
of Dieters in them.

I missed my period last month.  I am still hoping that
it was just the stress of my kidnaping and all the
stuff that happened to me but I have the fear that it
might be something much bigger.  I don't believe in
abortion but what if somehow I'm carrying Hitler's
baby?  What am I going to do?  What am I going to do?