Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: The Doctor's Little Girl
Summary: This story takes place during the Second
World War.  The narrator, a young American girl,
falls into the hands of an evil Nazi torturer. 
Unpleasant things happen to the American girl and
most everyone else who encounters the Nazis in
their chamber of torture.
Keywords: M+f nc rape Mdom Fdom bd sad violent tort f-1st
hist snuff ws

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.

THE DOCTOR'S LITTLE GIRL

I remember awakening from the sound of a scream.  It wasn't
particularly loud, coming from far beyond the small room I found
myself in, but was particularly terrifying in both length and
quality.  Slowly opening my eyes I looked about, gradually taking
in my surroundings, finding myself curled up on a shabby cot in
some sort of cell.  Enclosing my space was four rock walls, a
stone floor and ceiling.  The one small window was too far up for
me to see out of but it allowed a small amount of light into that
very tight and oppressive chamber.  The only wood in the room was
in the heavy timbers which framed the large solid steel door
which was centered on the wall opposite the window.

This was the room where my account begins.  How I had gotten
there was really nothing more than a very unfortunate accident. 
My mother had passed away when I was very young and ever since
that time I had been living with my father.  He was a research
scientist at Columbia University and when he accepted a temporary
position in physics at Oxford University in England, I went with
him.  After America got into the war a few years later, he became
involved in some top secret war project and was sent back to the
United States to a lab somewhere out west.  I talked him into
letting me stay with the nanny he had hired for me and I ended up
in a day school just outside of London where she lived and made
lots of friends among the Brits as well as the other American
kids there.  Unfortunately there was a war going on and with all
the rationing we had, it just seemed like there was less and less
we could do with every passing day.

One thing there wasn't a shortage of was boys.  Things were
changing in England and there seemed to be soldiers everywhere. 
Nobody would say anything for sure but I found out from some of
my friends that we were getting ready to invade France any day. 
It was about that time that my father decided it would be best
for me to return to America to live with him there.  He said that
he had acquired a small house at the place where he was working
and even though he couldn't tell me exactly where it was located,
or just what it was that he was really doing there, he decided
that I would be happier and better off living with him than
staying in London.  I think my father was more concerned with my
social life than my safety since I finally got him to admit that
since he "didn't want to find his daughter's figure as nose art
on some young buck's B-17," I had to go back to America.  While
at the time I didn't understand his reasons, I knew that it would
be pointless to argue with him.

He had friends in pretty high places and managed to pull some
strings to get me a space on an Army Air Force military transport
so that I could travel quicker and also be safe from any possible
U-boat attacks on my trip back to the States.  Unfortunately, as
I found out too late, accompanying me on that same plane was a
group of exclusive Nazi prisoners.  The leader among these
prisoners was a disfigured Nazi intelligence colonel who the
Germans must have decided was just too significant to remain
incarcerated by the Allies and so our unescorted flight, once
leaving England, was somehow quickly surrounded by a group of
Luftwaffe fighters and forced to land in occupied France.  We
ended up at a German military base and with great celebration the
Nazi colonel and his prison companions were set free to once
again serve their fatherland while the plane's lone American
passenger and its crew were led off to prison.

At first I was held in an old French prison where I was given my
own cell.  From my window I could see the cells across the
courtyard where the American flight crew was being kept but after
just a few days they were taken away as prisoners of war.  It
wasn't really so bad, the French jailers treated me reasonably
well, took care of my needs and respected my privacy.  I was even
given my luggage with my clothes and personal belongings and I
remember actually thinking that eventually I would be picked up
by the Red Cross or something and returned home as a
noncombatant.  Well that never happened.  Instead, I was placed
on another military airplane and sent off to some unknown
destination in occupied Europe.

After a flight of several hours my trip came to an end somewhere
in an area with relatively tall  mountains.  The plane was met by
an army truck and I was placed in the back of it between two
guards.  We drove for some time, but since there was no way for
me to see out of the truck, I had no way of knowing where we were
going.  When we finally came to a stop, it was in front of a
heavily fortified but ancient castle, large and foreboding, and I
was led to a cold, dark cell.  Anyway, I remember waking up there
on a Friday morning from the sound of a painful scream somewhere
in the distance and realizing that I was apparently not the only
female prisoner being held in that awful place.

I recall sitting there and listening for some time but heard
nothing more and had just drifted back to sleep when the door to
my cell made a deep metallic noise and swung open.  An armed SS
soldier entered, shining a flashlight in my face so that I
couldn't make out anything but his form.  He said to me in broken
English, "You vill come mitt me!"  Without waiting for any
response, he rudely grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet and
then forced me to stumble after him while he dragged me from the
room into a darkly lit corridor.

We went only a short distance down the corridor when he stopped
in front of a large decorative wooden door.  He knocked, paused,
and then opened it.  I followed him into what appeared to be a
large, well furnished room.  It was carpeted and elegantly
decorated with antique chairs, sofas and a large desk. 
Tapestries adorned the walls along with a large Nazi flag and an
imposing portrait of Adolf Hitler.  The guard took me to the
desk, placed me in a chair in front of it, and then stepped back
to the door.

I didn't have much time to admire it all because immediately we
were joined by a sharply dressed SS officer.  The guard saluted
and left as the officer took off his jacket and hung it in an
armoire sitting against the far wall of the room.  He replaced
the military jacket with a white lab coat and returned to the
desk where he sat down facing me.  I remember looking up and
feeling a chill run down my spine as I realized that this officer
sitting in front of me was the same man with the scarred face who
had been on the flight of prisoners with me from England.  It
then occurred to me at the same time that it was no accident that
I had been brought to this castle and that the Nazi colonel was
here because he must have known exactly who I was.

"So," he began in surprisingly good English, "have you been taken
care of properly?"

Still trying to size up this man and his motives I carefully
replied, "Yes."  He continued for some time to interrogate me
concerning a variety of things, including who I was and why I had
been on that flight.  I told him that my father was in the
military and had talked some of his friends into finding space
for me on that plane.  It wasn't entirely a lie and he actually
seemed to be more interested in what I might know about any troop
build up in the south of England over the past few months.  I
denied knowing anything but eventually my lack of cooperation on
that particular subject caused him to grow increasingly
dissatisfied with my responses.

"So," he continued, finally coming to his feet, "you tell me you
lived in southeast England but yet you don't know anything about
the American troops who are there?"  He paused for a full minute,
staring at me.  "I think you have been lying to me!"

"No." I began to cry, "I am just a civilian.  A student.  I am
not lying to you.  Please, you must believe me."

He continued, "What I believe is that your father is an important
scientist who is working on some top secret military weapons
project somewhere in the western United States.  I also believe
you know a lot more than you are telling me.  We're going to have
to work on that."  

He pressed a buzzer on his desk and two uniformed women appeared
at the door.  To be honest, under any other circumstances they
would have appeared rather amusing and out of place in that
formal office, one of them being quite stout and the other tall
and thin.  He spoke to them in German, which I understood, and
they addressed him as "doctor".  I couldn't hear much of what
they talked about but did hear his final order, "Process her and
soften her up."  While at the time I didn't fully know what that
meant, I had a pretty good idea and being generally aware that I
had no alternative but to obey, I submissively followed them.

The two women led me back out to the corridor.  We went around
several corners and finally arrived at a long staircase by which
we descended into the lower parts of the castle.  On this level
we passed through three or four stone arches before we turned and
entered a cell, considerably larger than the one I had woken up
in earlier.  This cell was actually a large, damp stone chamber
which was illuminated by the eerie light of six large torches
placed in sockets on the walls.  It contained several heavy
strange devices beginning with two rusted iron cages suspended
from the ceiling about ten feet apart.  The room also contained
three sizable wooden and iron machine structures with wheels and
chains attached to them, a large table, and several heavy stools. 
Chains hung from the stone walls and close by was a table and
shelf unit containing many small peculiar instruments, the kind
one might find in a hospital operating room.

While the thin guard closed the heavy wooden door behind us the
heavy one led me to the center of the room and placed a pair of
large manacle handcuffs on my wrists in front of me.  Joining her
companion, the thin guard lowered a hook from a beam in the
ceiling which the other guard promptly hooked to the heavy chain
on the handcuffs.  Quickly, they pulled my hands up over my head
to the point where my feet were just beginning to lift off the
floor.  It was at about that time, I recall, that the danger of
my immediate situation began to become very much apparent to me
and without even trying to imagine all the things that were about
to happen to me in that place I began to beg them, "Please, I
don't know anything!  Don't hurt me!"

However, my captors simply ignored my entreaties while they
mechanically continued in their work around my body.  The thin
guard had picked up a scissors and I could feel it sliding
against my back as she swiftly ran it up my dress.  She continued
to cut out each arm and the slashed garment quickly fell to the
floor.  Like the dress, she similarly dispatched my slip. 
Meanwhile, the stout guard had removed my shoes and quickly
rolled the silk stockings off my legs.

I really didn't know how to react to all this activity; it all
happened so suddenly.  Working with remarkable speed, the
efficiency of the jailers surprised me and by the time I began to
protest the humiliation of being stripped in that cold dank place
I was already in my underwear.  Losing my composure I began to
scream while the scissors continued, first on my brassiere, then
on my garter belt and silk panty briefs until I soon found myself
hanging in the middle of the cell completely nude.

Overwhelmed with the indignity of my new found condition and
before I could think of anything else to do, the fat guard
clipped two more iron shackles around my ankles and from behind
me the thin one pushed a tall stool under my rear so that I found
myself perched on its edge.  Struggling, I gasped as my legs were
promptly drawn apart by the chains fixed to my ankles with the
two proficient workers connecting them to eyes in the floor.  Now
that I was completely bound, I could only vainly writhe in this
snare in a futile attempt to free myself from their iron shackles
which perversely confined all my movement.

In the confusion I momentarily lost track of the women guards,
staring down at my unclothed openly displayed self, trying to
comprehend my present state and was surprised when I looked up
suddenly noticing the thin guard standing right in front of me. 
My scream was more from shock than surprise since the woman
staring at me was holding a long straight edge razor in my face. 
Looking into my eyes, she slowly stroked the blade against the
sharpening stone which she tightly held in her other hand.  My
look of horror inspired her to laugh just as I screamed again
from the startling sensation of globs of cold wet shaving cream
being applied by the fat guard on my openly exposed genitals.

"Don't virry little Fraulein," the thin guard hissed, "Ve vill be
most careful."  She continued to laugh, her bony grotesque frame
twitching as she sat on a small stool in front of my restrained
nude body readying the razor in her hand.

Terrified at what might happen if I accidentally moved or did
anything else to somehow amuse her again, I struggled to contain
any urge to resist the strange molestation being performed on me. 
Tightly closing my eyes, I bit at my lip, repressing an
uncontrollable urge to cry out from the feeling of the sharp
razor as it again and again scraped across my genitals.

My growing anxiety was quickly interrupted as I sensed the fat
woman standing behind me.  She was now wielding the large shears
and soon began to cut at the fine brown shoulder length hair on
my head.  I had always prized my hair, people complemented me on
it, and now I could feel all of it falling across my shoulders in
big chunks, tumbling to the floor.  After several chops at my
hair the fat woman stopped, turned and put down the shears and
then ran her fat hand across my chest, enveloping my right
breast.  Whenever she squeezed it, chills ran up my back.  Her
breathing became heavier and the whole experience began to become
even more grotesque.  Not daring to stir, since the thin woman
was not yet finished shaving my vulva with the ghastly razor, I
cringed as her one hand, now rhythmically caressing me, was soon
accompanied by her other hand cupping over my other breast.

With the fat woman continuing to squeeze against my back,
fondling my chest, the thin guard finally finished up her little
task and wiping off the razor began to stare up at her companion. 
I kept observing her as her eyes moved to my exposed skin while
she began softly wiping away the remaining shaving cream from me
with a small towel.

Her head impulsively lunged into my groin and I let out a moan,
lurching in my chains from the feeling of her mouth pressing
against my cleanly shaved skin, her tongue penetrating between my
open vaginal lips.  My reaction to her attack being totally
instinctive, I couldn't stop shaking even though I knew that my
reflexive wriggling only seemed to enhance the thin guard's
excitement while her tongue continued to probe the inside of my
vulva.  With the feeling of her sharp tongue now pressing and
licking on my clitoris, the fat hands dropped from my breasts. 
They were soon to be replaced by one of the thin guard's hands
from beneath me which moved from breast to breast, holding and
softly pinching on my erect nipples as she quietly groaned.

Suddenly I shrieked, lurching in my straps, reacting to a sharp
sting on my exposed behind.  The fat guard had found what
appeared to be a short length of rubber hose and was wielding it
across my derriere, striking me again and again.  Meanwhile the
thin guard's pinching and sucking became even more and more
vigorous and then, after a short time, she began to loudly grunt,
rhythmically working on my tender torso.  This activity caused
the fat guard to finally cease her beating and move over to where
the thin guard was kneeling in front of me.  Hugging closely
against her, the fat guard ran her hand up her companion's
uniform dress and began to stroke her genitals.

The thin guard, meanwhile, continued to loudly moan, her
tonguing, biting and pinching becoming even more fierce, causing
me to quietly whimper in unison with her from the increasingly
violent exploitation of my restrained person.  But soon the thin
guard's mouth and hand left me as the two of them began embracing
in front of my naked bound body, passionately fondling one
another in a display of wild animal sensuality.  I continued to
watch them quietly, daring not to make a sound lest I somehow
became once again included in their carnal exhibition. 
Eventually they slowed to lustful kissing, concluding their
illicit indulgence just as the explosions began.

They first started as a low rumbling sound, penetrating even to
this inner cavity of the castle.  I remembered my friends
describing this same sound from their evenings spent in the
underground shelters in London, only this time the bombs were
falling from Allied planes.

"Air raid," the fat guard exclaimed!  The two women stood,
comically and hurriedly straightening their uniforms, pulling at
their underwear though their skirts and blouses.

"Air raid," the doctor shouted in German as he burst into the
room, dragging another captive.  "Get to your stations." 
Pointing at me, "Put her in the cage."  He continued to pull his
barely conscious prisoner toward one of the rusted iron cages
suspended from the ceiling.  The prisoner appeared to be a middle
aged male, also naked, handcuffed with his hands behind him, and
badly beaten.  Judging from his unkempt appearance he must have
been imprisoned for some time.

The two female guards quickly detached the chains which were
fettering my legs to the eyes in the floor and then they lowered
and unhooked my manacles from the ceiling.  Still dragging the
chains on my ankles, I was led to the other rusted iron cage
which the thin woman had already opened up.  The fat guard
grabbed my crotch and lifted me up to the cage, brusquely shoving
me inside.  Meanwhile, the thin one had found a short ladder and
setting it next to the cage climbed up next to me.  She then
reached into the cage and grabbed the chain between my wrists,
hooked them to another short piece of chain and then pulled my
arms up over my head securing that chain to the top of the cage. 
As if that wasn't enough, she then took special care to make sure
the door to the cage was locked.  Finished with their present
duties, the three Nazis left the chamber as the rumble of falling
bombs continued to fill the air.


My cage was barely large enough to allow me any movement
whatsoever.  I tried to make myself more comfortable, doing what
I could to somehow cover my modesty and at the same time minimize
my contact with the filthy and rusted sides and bottom of the
enclosure but I wasn't very successful.  After crouching on the
balls of my feet for several minutes, hearing and feeling the
bombs shake the castle, I finally lost my balance following a
particularly close hit and ended up sitting on that dirty metal
surface.  It was at least a more relaxed position and I didn't
feel like I was going to lose my balance as the cage rocked back
and forth.

Meanwhile, the battered man in the other cage was already sitting
on the floor of his enclosure with his legs hanging out, dangling
down toward the stone floor.  He was also obviously naked and
obviously a male, but I really wasn't interested in his nudity
and he seemed equally disinterested in mine.  His swollen face
appeared unconscious from being recently beaten and he did not
look up at me nor make any other sound as the castle continued to
shake from the nearby explosions outside.

After a while the rumbling ceased and the Nazi doctor, still
wearing his white lab coat, reentered the chamber.  He first
walked over to the shelves and removed a large box with knobs, a
large dial and two heavy wires which terminated with large clips
like you might find on automotive jumper cables.  He took the box
over to the man hanging in the cage and clipped one electrode to
the cage and the other to one of his toes.  The man didn't react
until the Nazi, looking up at him, hit a switch on the box.  The
sudden jolt of current coursing through his body caused the man's
leg to jerk wildly while his torso flailed about inside his metal
cage but the man remained resolutely silent.

Shutting off the current the doctor shouted at him in French,
"Wake up pig!  Still nothing to say?"  Barely waiting for a
response from the stunned man, he walked back to the table and
there he picked up a piece of steel pipe.  It was flaking with
rust and one end of it was wrapped with friction tape providing
an insulated handle.  He returned with the pipe to the man's cage
and moving the clip from the man's foot to the pipe, the torturer
walked around to the back of the cage and sharply jabbed it up
into the man's buttocks.  While he moaned in pain from the pipe's
penetration into his anus, the man didn't really seem to regain
consciousness.  Returning to the box the Nazi once again
energized the device, inciting the man to loudly howl this time
as he was again induced to thrash about inside his cage.  His
convulsing finally dislodged the thing from his rectum and
breaking loose from the clamp, the metal tool now covered with
his blood and excretion tumbled to the floor.  Shutting off the
current, the Nazi doctor put on a glove and picked up the foul
pipe.  Holding it in his prisoner's face he screamed, "You are
becoming useless to me, my French friend."

Now I remember watching all of this and thinking to myself that
these events couldn't possibly be real.  I could only think that
all this had to be part of some sort of horrible dream when the
Nazi abruptly stepped across the chamber to the other hanging
cage, the one I was in.  I was still shivering both from
witnessing this torturous demonstration on the man's pathetic
body as well as in trepidation of what was now likely to happen
to me.  Standing in front of me, the Nazi asked quietly in
English, "So, my little Fraulein, what do you have to tell me
now?"  Then, holding up the soiled metal pipe in front of my
face, "Perhaps you need some more help?  Eh?"

I was petrified.  "Please," I entreated, "I know nothing.  I
didn't do anything.  Please don't hurt me."

"Shut up!" he shouted in my face.  "I want you to tell me just
what kind of work is your father is doing in the United States. 
You must know where you were going to meet him!  You must know at
least something about what it is that he is doing there!  You are
not stupid!  I know you know something!"

He then thrust the pipe into the cage, poking between my legs
while I in turn struggled to tightly hold them together,
screaming as I felt the rough edge of the thing scraping against
my inner thighs.  He then reached over and jerked on one of the
chains attached to the fetters on my ankles, pulling my one leg
right out of the cage through the bars.  I began to scream
uncontrollably while attempting to wriggle away from him as he
resumed probing at the lips of my now exposed vulva, tearing at
my naked intimate flesh with his dirty cold metal implement. 
"Tell me what you know!  We have many ways of finding things out
you know."

Apparently my persistent and loud screaming eventually gained the
attention of the man in the cage and he looked up, observing the
display of perverse torture being carried out on my person next
to him.  To my good fortune, the Nazi noticed the man's revived
consciousness and turned his attention again to his male captive
allowing me the chance to pull my leg back inside my enclosure
and crouch down on my knees in order to better cover my private
areas.

"So we are back again," he said to the prisoner, speaking again
in French as he walked back over to his cage.  "Perhaps the
little girl screaming will help you remember what it was you were
going to tell me."  The Nazi jammed the same pipe into the groin
of the man causing him to recoil in pain.  "Perhaps you enjoyed
our little girl's encounter too much?"

Without replying, the man stopped moaning, straightened himself
up and then spit in the doctor's face.  Staggering back in
surprise, the Nazi torturer let the pipe again clang to the floor
as he wiped the spit from his cheek.  Then quickly regaining his
composure, he charged back over to the caged man, maniacally
screaming at him in German, "You miserable French swine!  I am
finished with you!  Maybe now you will learn how trivial the
lives of your little resistance operation is to me!"  Clutching
at his belt, the Nazi extracted a large knife bearing a gold
swastika.  He then quickly reached into the cage and grabbing the
man's penis swiftly sliced into it.  The man loudly wailed in
response to the sudden shock of the knife cutting through his
groin, deftly detaching both his penis and testicles.  Holding
the severed organs in the man's shocked face the Nazi began to
laugh, "Now you don't have to stare at her little naked body so
much.  Now both of you caged animals look roughly the same, don't
you?"

I could only stare in panic as a torrent of blood streamed out of
the man's groin while he loudly wailed from the pain of his
brutal castration.  The Nazi spit in his face and dropped his
amputated genitals to the floor at his feet.  Continuing to
observe his victim, the Nazi paused, appearing fascinated with
his own act of atrocity while the man's groaning became
increasingly more subdued, his blood gushing out of the cage,
creating a rapidly growing red pool on the stone floor.

Eventually becoming bored with the man's advancing state of
unconsciousness, the Nazi stepped back over to my cage.  "Now,"
he said calmly, still holding his bloody knife in front of me so
that I could plainly see it, "You will tell me all about what's
going on in the American West."

I was still trembling in disbelief from the inconceivably
barbarous cruelty that I had just witnessed and then I began to
cry, "Please, I know nothing.  Please don't ...."

I abruptly stopped, shocked back into hideous reality, as he
reached into my cage with his free hand and seized my right
nipple, forcefully clamping down on it as he pulled me up
straight on my knees over to his face, "You will now tell me!" 
Staring at his ugly face I began to uncontrollably quake from
both the terror of my certainly imminent mutilation as well as
the sharp pain of his fingers intensely pinching my tender
breast.  "You will tell me or ...."

His threat was cut off by the door opening.  A guard entered
exclaiming, "Sir, the headquarters office is on fire!  One of the
bombs ignited the roof.  The general orders you to come
immediately!"

The doctor replied, "Tell him I'll be right there."  The guard
briskly left and he released me.  While I watched intently
without moving  a muscle, the Nazi walked over to the now
unconscious male prisoner, his life still draining out of him,
and picked up the dismembered penis laying in the growing pool of
blood on the floor.  Walking back to my cage he held it in my
face, "Remember where we were when I get back."

I softly screamed as his gloved hand spread apart my legs while
with his other hand he took the dripping dismembered penis and
stuffed it between the lips of my vulva, "There, you want to
sleep with the French Resistance?  You have your chance."

He turned and left the room, the door clanging shut behind him. 
It was quiet.  I looked over at the mutilated, ashen colored man,
sitting slumped against the bars of his hanging cage, his life
slowly pouring out of him, and began to uncontrollably cry. 
Watching his blood continue to pour out of his mutilated body
into the crimson pool beneath his enclosure, I slowly released
the lips of my vulva, surrendering the man's lifeless appendage
to the floor of my cage.

The next few hours passed quietly.  The man trapped in the cage
next to mine had long ago stopped breathing and his pathetic
wound was no longer draining.  I was exhausted and although I may
have dozed, the comfort of sleep eluded me.  The door to the
chamber finally clanked open again and the two lesbian guards
appeared, dragging a third woman with them.  She looked about
thirty or so and although relatively plain, she appeared quite
healthy.

I watched from my cage, quietly observing the guards as they went
through the same routine they had performed with me.  First the
woman was handcuffed and then her wrists were tethered to the
beam in the middle of the room and she was stripped.  Watching
the guards continue in their ritual began to make me feel sick as
I relived my own experience and watched it happen all over again
with this other woman as she was placed on the stool and had her
genitals shaved.   The other guard picked up the shears and began
chopping off her hair and continued at it until the woman was
left totally bald.  Throughout all of this ordeal the woman
didn't make a sound, just closing her eyes and stoically enduring
her humiliation until the guards were finally done.

Once the guards were satisfied, they unhooked the woman and moved
her to the wall where her wrists were manacled to chains attached
above her head.  Facing her captors, she remained expressionless
and passive while they secured her ankles in fetters.  Then,
while the fat guard finished securing the woman to the stone
wall, the thin one went to the table and picked up a short
leather whip.  The first sound the woman made was to scream as
the thin guard began to flog her, first across the breasts and
then across her hips and genitals.  Raising red welts on her
smooth skin, the thin guard paused as the door again clanged open
and the Nazi doctor entered, dragging yet another prisoner and
slamming the door behind him.

This new prisoner was another young woman, probably about my age. 
She was already nude and had been clearly beaten already, judging
from the many bruises and lacerations all over her body.  She
appeared to be semiconscious as he hooked her handcuffs to the
rope hanging in the middle of the room and then he drew her up
until her feet were just off the floor.

Leaving her, he proceeded to strut over to the woman chained to
the wall.  Speaking this time in German, "So, what can you tell
us about your little club.  You see, your leader here somehow
grew too stubborn to answer.  Perhaps you are a little smarter
than him or perhaps you need some more convincing like your
little friend whom you see I've already been talking to?"

She looked up at the Nazi and glanced over at the dead man still
in the cage and then at the other woman hanging from the ceiling
by her wrists.  She looked back and silently stared at the Nazi,
saying nothing.  He grabbed the whip from the thin guard and
severely thrashed her several times across the chest, hard enough
to split open her skin.  With each stroke the woman shrieked but
still did not volunteer to talk or yield whatever the information
was that he was seeking.

The Nazi, by now clearly growing tired of her lack of
cooperation, stopped.  He glared at her for a moment and then
removed the handgun from the holster on his belt.  The woman
screeched as he rudely jammed the barrel of the gun up into her
vagina, twisting it until the entire barrel was no longer
visible.  He bellowed into her face, "You are as worthless to me
as your friends!  I will give you one more chance to talk and
then you can join them!"  He paused for a while and then withdrew
his pistol from her and handed the whip back to the thin guard.

He glared at her for what seemed several minutes and then in a
quiet measured voice continued, "I know you have the information. 
You know that I won't kill you, but I promise you I will make you
wish you were dead."

He turned from her and walked back to the girl hanging in the
middle of the room.  He turned again and stared at the woman
chained to the wall, quietly waiting until she again looked up at
him.  Then he said in the same quiet voice, "You will tell me or
I will kill your little friend."  She continued to watch him
without speaking or showing any emotion as he grabbed one of the
girl's legs, spreading open her thighs.  The girl let out a cry
as he took the sidearm still in his hand and rammed the barrel up
into her genitals.  Now apparently more awake, she began writhing
from the presence of the weapon lodged in her vagina while the
Nazi continued to stare at the woman lashed to the wall.

Suddenly, he pulled the trigger.  I don't recall if she screamed,
but the force of the several gun shots releasing into the bound
girl's torso caused her to violently thrash about the center of
the cell while the roar and smell of the gun shots filled the
chamber.  I closed my eyes and looked away in disbelief from the
carnage, fully aware that I would probably be the next victim and
hoping in a way that it would all happen very quickly.

The noise died away and the cell grew very quiet except for the
blood draining out onto the floor from the hanging girl's
battered remains.  I looked up to see the Nazi pull the smoking
gun from the hanging corpse and begin to wipe the blood off of
the barrel with a large handkerchief from his pocket.  Still
glaring at the woman chained to the wall, the Nazi ordered the
two women guards, "Soften her up some more."

As the beating resumed, he turned from her and walked back over
to me.  Stepping next to my cage he asked gently in English, "How
do you feel about this?  Are you ready to talk yet or perhaps my
pistol needs to make another little visit?"

I screamed again as he thrust the gun into the cage, splitting
apart the lips of my nude pussy.  I could feel the warmth of the
recently discharged weapon as it burned within the folds of my
vulva, resting against my vaginal opening.  The Nazi then paused
and began to observe the thin guard whipping the woman on the
wall.  I in turn began to focus on his ugly face, trying to
determine what he was going to do with me and being very careful
not to react to the discomfort of the lethal weapon inhabiting my
genitals.  He continued to watch the beating from across the room
until slowly a hideous smile appeared on his face.  He turned and
began to survey my naked body: my face, my clean white skin, my
pert breasts, my virginal pussy, and slowly he pulled his gun out
of me.  I tensed in horror, feeling every nerve in my body
tingling, intuitively knowing from his stare what was coming
next.  It was a feeling I had never had before, like I was
watching myself in a movie and everything had just turned to slow
motion.

With the woman chained to the wall still screaming from her
flogging, the Nazi, his eyes not leaving my body, reached up and
unhooked the hasp on my cage, opening the door.  He reached in
and grabbed me, unhooking the chain holding my wrists above my
head and yanking me out of the confining enclosure.  I fell out
of the cage, quickly dropping to the stone floor, but with the
Nazi doctor still holding me up by the arm I managed to avoid
being injured and quickly struggled to my feet.  Without pausing,
he tightened his grip on me and led me over to one of the empty
wooden table structures sitting in the corner of the room.  I
stumbled after him, my wrists still handcuffed and arduously
dragging the lengths of chain still attached to my ankles.

Once arriving at the table he turned to me and grasping me by my
arms lifted me up, sitting me on the edge of the table facing
him.  Pressing his hand on my chest, he pushed me back until I
was laying flat and then he pulled my arms up over my head and
hooked my handcuffs to a chain at the head of the table. 
Stepping back to the side of the table, he began turning a large
wheel which began to tighten the chain on my wrists and very soon
I found myself struggling while being dragged across the rough
flat wood surface, wriggling crablike on my back and rear until I
was centered on its top.  This must have amused him because I
noticed he was laughing at me as he grabbed first my left leg and
then my right, spreading them apart as he hooked the chains on my
ankles to eyes on the sides of the table.  Feeling a growing knot
in my stomach, I watched him in terror as he returned to the rack
wheel and began slowly turning it again, shortening all of my
chains until I found myself securely immobile, spread eagled on
my back on the table's rough surface.

Now compelled to witness his every move, my eyes focused on the
Nazi doctor, knowing he was about to brutally rape me and hoping
that I might somehow survive whatever sort of perverse sexual
torture that his deranged mind had contrived.  He walked around
to the bottom of the table and stood there visually inspecting my
genitals for what seemed a very long time.  I began to
uncontrollably shiver from his presence and giving me a lecherous
smirk, he finally crawled up onto the table top, kneeling between
my spread open thighs.  I was still watching him, silently
trembling as he opened his trousers without moving his piercing
eyes off of mine, exposing his large erect penis to me. 
Exhibiting his vile organ, and knowing the effect its frightening
engorged size was having on me, his face contorted into a
disgustingly repulsive smile.  It was pretty clear that he looked
forward the amusement he knew I would soon unwillingly provide
him. 

Meanwhile, the thin guard across the room stopped her lashing and
although the doctor's lab coat prevented them from seeing his
enormous pulsing erection as he menacingly knelt above me, both
the lesbian guards paused to observe the grotesque rape beginning
to unfold across the chamber.  While I couldn't actually figure
out how something that size would fit inside me, I knew that it
would very soon happen and that my young opening would have to
somehow stretch to accommodate it.  I heard myself quietly
crying, "Please.  Please don't hurt me.  I've never..."

"Shut up!" he ordered, as he positioned his knees between my
thighs and then lowered himself on top of my restrained body.

I cringed from the sensation of his huge throbbing organ probing
my clean shaven vulva and let out a scream as the shaft slowly
penetrated between my lips.  My body still uncontrollably
shivering, I moaned, feeling the head of his penis searching for
and then pressing against my still unbroken hymen.  I could feel
his body tense and then he firmly thrust himself into me.

I heard myself emit an uncontrolled shriek, my torso writhing in
response to the sharp stabbing pain caused by his massive organ
tearing through my undefiled tissue as his swollen penis filled
my vaginal sheath.  I can still recall that bizarre feeling of my
flesh somehow straining to accommodate the weight and size of his
bulky alien manhood pulsing within my vaginal passage while I
tightly bore him inside of me.  The experience seemed as if the
more his foul appendage invaded my inmost being, the more I was
in turn being driven out of myself.  I had nowhere to hide as the
tortured flesh he was violating now belonged solely to him and I
no longer had any claim to it or any other part of my person.  In
that short moment, I had completely lost all sense of self,
feeling totally defeated laying on that table and thinking that
now there was no longer anything left within me that I could call
my own.

With him firmly occupying me, my torso was now being rhythmically
propelled in response to his violent grunting thrusts, scraping
my back against the rough table from his violent assault.  I
watched him laboring above me while he again and again drove
himself into me, arching his back and supporting himself by his
arms so that he could look down and observe his violent offensive
penetrations into my body.

While I was still screaming and as the pain in my vulva slowly
transformed to a prolonged stinging ache, he began to kiss my
face.  I tried to avoid his repulsive mouth by turning my head
but I found myself looking down at my ravaged being, observing
his stiff penis regularly and savagely stroking in and out of my
violated body.  He laughed at me as I laid back on the table,
finally resigning myself to silently endure the pain of his
vehement desecration of my young person while he resumed
slobbering his lips over my face.

Eventually he began to grunt louder and imparting his few final
savage thrusts into my inflamed genitals, I could feel his warm
cum spurting deep into my private interior.  Then, suddenly
becoming quite limp, he dropped onto me, gasping for breath. 
Looking over at the two guards who had been closely observing his
carnal display, he screamed, "What the hell are you looking at
you crazy dikes!"  The thin guard then resumed her flogging,
reviving the woman chained to the wall.

He lingered with his weight on top of me for some time, his penis
still penetrating me while he watched the other woman scream and
thrash in agony from the lashing being again afflicted on her
naked body.  I could feel his sticky semen oozing out through my
dilated vaginal opening, around his shrinking appendage as I
continued to hold him inside of me for what seemed forever.

Suddenly I tensed from the sudden feeling of a warm wetness
filling my internal organs and pouring out through my vulva.  The
Nazi let out a hideous laugh at my reaction as I realized that he
was urinating inside me.  I writhed beneath his weight in a
futile effort to escape his disgusting contamination of my
intimate self.  The more I squirmed the more he laughed, finally
shouting in my face, "Stop wiggling around so much.  I can't piss
when you get me excited you know."

I stopped moving and stiffly tolerated the remainder of his
repugnant act.  After he was finished, he slowly withdrew his now
spent penis and the remainder of the mixture of residual semen
and urine drained out of my vaginal cavity, down across my
genitals and onto the table.  Too paralyzed and sickened to move,
I could hear it dripping onto the stone floor beneath me.

The Nazi returned his offensive organ to his trousers and left me
stretched out on the table alone while he walked over to the dead
man's cage.  I turned my head and watched him as he picked up the
metal pipe which he had earlier dropped on the floor and returned
with it to where I was.  Setting the pipe on the table next to
me, he first disengaged the crank to the rack, quickly releasing
the constant strain on my arms.  He next reached up to the top of
the table and unhooking my handcuffs from the chain above me,
pulled me up to a sitting position.  I took a deep breath,
finally relieved from the interminable stress on my small frame
and hoping that perhaps he had sufficiently satisfied himself
through his perverted exhibition and conspired annihilation of my
spirit. 

Still dazed and in shock, trying to comprehend what other
degradation could be in store for me, I stared at him for several
moments, hoping he would just go away and leave me alone to
recover from my injuries.  Instead he picked up the pipe and
handed it to me saying, "Now, I want you to hide this pipe."

Having at first no idea what he meant, my legs still spread wide
open and firmly bound to the table, I looked at him and
innocently asked, "How?"

Loudly clarifying himself, he bellowed in my face, "Stick this
pipe in your little cunt and jam it up in there as far as it will
go or I will do it for you!"  His shouting stopped the guards
from their task of whipping the French woman and they again began
to watch us in interest.  He then turned from me and walked back
over toward the corpses of his previous victims examining them
and reassembling his assortment of sadistic equipment.

Meanwhile, I began to examine the flaking and rusted cylindrical
piece of metal which he had placed in my hands.  A tight knot
again seized my stomach.  Covered with a mixture of rust, human
waste, blood, and whatever else could be found on the floor of
this torture chamber, I shuddered gazing at that pipe, thinking
that certainly I could not inject that filth into my sensitive
sexual organs.

First I attempted to clean the pipe off, rubbing its shroud of
rust and flaking grimy waste as best I could with my hand until
the sharp edges of blistering corrosion were beginning to cut
through my skin.  Observing my soiled bleeding hand wrapped
around the coarse implement it then occurred to me that filthy or
not, simply the diameter of this object was much larger than that
of my modest opening.  The Nazi's penis had already distended me
to the tearing point and this pipe must have been at least twice
as large.  Perhaps, I thought for a moment, I could just lay the
thing between the lips of my pussy and make him think that it had
penetrated me.

I looked up at the Nazi torturer who was still picking up his
equipment from the dead man's cage and came to the grisly
realization that I had better stop dawdling and squeeze this
loathsome piece of scrap metal into my vaginal entrance soon or
he would do it himself with the same deranged violence that I had
just witnessed him clearly demonstrate on his other victims.  I
knew then that if I left it to him to stick the pipe into me, he
would certainly kill me in the process just for the sheer
entertainment of watching me die.  Noticing the two women guards
still intently observing me from across the chamber, I closed my
eyes and slowly guided the threaded metal shaft between the folds
of my spread open vulva.

Grimacing from the sharp pain, I could feel the barbed edges of
the pipe threads pressing against my inflamed aperture.  In my
panic I kept seeing him over and over jabbing the object into me
as I worked to convince myself that I had to do this thing and
that I had to do it now.  If I stopped I knew that I would never
be able to start over again and then he would surely use this
same dirty piece of metal to mutilate and kill me.  It would
certainly be a slow, methodical, harrowing and excruciating
murder.

My heart wildly pounding in my chest, I started breathing deeply
in a effort to reduce my steadily intensifying self inflicted
torment.  Deliberately rocking the thing back and forth, I could
hear myself screaming inside my tightly clenched teeth as I
slowly attempted to ease the threaded end of the pipe through my
already battered vaginal opening.

It was then as I was looking down at myself, watching the
implement work its way into me, that I felt suddenly
disassociated from the reality of my actions and the agony I was
experiencing.  Pressing on the shaft with more and more force, I
could feel it steadily rupturing my shredded aperture until,
finally wide enough to accommodate its diameter, it agonizingly
penetrated its way through my vaginal orifice.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and suddenly I began to
feel all clammy and nauseous like I was going to pass out at any
moment.  But knowing that even this much progress with the pipe
would not satisfy the insane doctor, I continued to push on it,
sliding the foul scaling ragged object up into myself, gasping as
its surface ripped at my intimate tissue while it filled my
vaginal passage.

Gazing up from my work I could see the two female guards still
absorbed with observing my progress while the Nazi doctor was
still busy across the room.  Seeing him only renewed the feeling
of terror within me, and I returned to my work, driving the metal
pipe up through my vulva until I became sick from the pressure of
it pressing against the top of my vaginal conduit.  Looking down
at my petite body I could still see so much of the encrusted
scrap metal still extending from my lower abdomen.  Racked with
pain I began to cry, knowing I couldn't drive the grisly thing
any further into myself and growing hysterical that all too much
of it was still exposed.

The Nazi doctor, meanwhile, had retrieved the box with the
electrodes and started back over to the table where I,
anticipating his approach with dreaded panic, sat waiting for
him.  Having already seen him use the box he was carrying and the
same pipe now extending from me on the recently slain man, I
began to comprehend what he might now have in store for me. 
Fortunately, the door clanking open stopped him in the middle of
the room.

A young sergeant and four other male soldiers, fully armed and
looking ready to go int battle entered the cell.  Walking up to
the doctor, the sergeant saluted, "The general has ordered that
we retreat immediately.  The enemy has advanced to within five
kilometers of the castle."

In spite of my dangerously compromised situation, I remember
almost smiling at the thought.  I remember thinking that what I
had heard before leaving England must have been true!  There must
have been an invasion and now the Americans had landed in France
and soon I would be saved, maybe this very day.  I looked up to
see the group of German soldiers staring at my naked bound torso
exhibited there on the table and pondering the purpose of the
ugly steel pipe extruding from my nude vulva.

The doctor turned to the female guards and pointed to the French
woman, "Prepare to move her to the transport."  He turned back to
the sergeant and ordered, "Get these bodies out of here.  Take
them to the courtyard and burn them."

The female guard put down her whip and began to undo the woman
from the chains on the wall.  The other female guard picked up a
plain gray prison uniform from the shelves against the wall and
began helping the first one dress the woman in it.  She moaned
from the attention, still only semiconscious from her constant
beating.  Meanwhile the sergeant nodded to the four male
soldiers, two of whom worked at removing the dead man from the
hanging cage and the other two letting down the slaughtered
corpse of the young woman, hanging in the middle of the chamber.

The sergeant was still studying my nude body and was now standing
directly in front of me.  I could feel him staring at my
nakedness for some time while the others were working all around
us.  Turning to the doctor he eventually asked, "What about this
girl?"

The Nazi thought for a moment and then ominously replied, "She is
of no use to us.  I will take care of her."  I didn't fully
comprehend his statement as he turned back to assembling his
collection of torture instruments.

The sergeant then reached down and grasped the pipe extending
from my vulva.  Startled and knowing that I lacked the strength
to replace the thing if he pulled it out of me I grabbed at his
arm, attempting to prevent him from extracting it.  However, he
just quietly stared at me and in spite of my efforts as I
struggled with him with increasingly deranged frenzy, he began to
deliberately draw the ugly thing out of my vagina.  The pipe,
again grinding against my raw tissue, combined with my fear of
what the doctor would do to me when he found me without his
grotesque implement lodged in my genitals left me trembling in
absolute horror as I continued my ironic struggle with the
sergeant.

Finally as the torment of the threaded end of the disgusting
piece of metal ground across my dilated vaginal opening, my
tortured body was again free of its burden.  The sergeant placed
the pipe on the table and running his hand over my exposed vulva,
jammed his finger up into my vagina, slowly stroking it while I
tightly closed my eyes, enduring the agony of his rough finger
grating against my lacerated genital tissue.

He suddenly stopped when the doctor yelled at him, "You are
dismissed.  Get these bodies out of here."  Jerking his finger
out of me he joined his companions as they, together with the
French woman and the two corpses, left the room.

Just as he got to the door the Nazi grabbed him by the arm,
"Wait," he ordered, "Give me your grenade."  The sergeant
obligingly handed him one of his German long handled hand
grenades and then left, following the rest of the guards.

Finding himself alone with me, the Nazi doctor walked over to the
table.  Too terrified to look at him now that the pipe was no
longer inside me, I gazed down at my violated nude body.  He
asked, standing in front of me, "Did you hear the news?  Your
liberators are coming for you.  We must get you ready to greet
them."  I looked up at him as he continued, "That's right.  You
are staying here.  We have no use for you any more.  You will
soon be again with your allies."

He then began to unhook the chains from the table holding my legs
apart, leaving them still attached to my ankles.  I took a deep
breath and felt somewhat relaxed, being able to once again close
my legs together just as he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me off
the table and back onto the floor.  Walking with some difficulty
while continuing to struggle with the chains on my ankles, he led
me over to the rope in the middle of the room where he had
slaughtered the other young woman and hooking it to my handcuffs,
hoisted me up in the air by my wrists.

Believing that he was now about to murder me as well, I was much
too much in shock to resist him while he pulled on my ankle
chains, one at a time, reattaching them to the eyes in the floor
until soon I found myself standing on the floor with my legs
spread wide apart.  Then opening my handcuffs, he moved my wrists
to manacles hanging from the ceiling, spreading my arms up and
out as far as they would stretch.

Stepping back he paused, surveying my shackled body.  Standing
spread eagled on my toes in front of him I watched him intently,
fearfully wondering what his plans could possibly be for me.

"You are a very pretty girl you know," he finally said to me,
still studying my nakedness.  "If only you were German, you
really are just as beautiful as any of those Bund deutscher
Maderln cunts.  All they wanted were those Luftwaffe pricks." 
Pausing, he began to smile at me again with his perverted smirk,
"Actually, you still look good enough for me to want to fuck you
all over again."  I couldn't take my eyes off his face although I
began to be overcome with nausea from fear as he continued to
inspect me.  But then adjusting the growing lump in his pants, he
walked over to the shelf unit and returned with a long piece of
string.

"We want you to welcome your new friends appropriately," he said
as he picked up the German hand grenade, holding it up to my
face.  Staring at him and the explosive device, I flinched in
surprise from the feeling of his hand as he stroked my vulva, his
fingers widely stretching it open.  Then I tensed in my
restraints, emitting a small cry, from the feeling of the large
end of the grenade spreading my open lips even wider while he
began forcing it into my pussy, cramming the device against my
still acutely sore vaginal opening.  Even larger in diameter than
the grotesque steel pipe it had bore earlier, I couldn't
comprehend my lacerated opening being able to accommodate this
monstrous device presently poised to penetrate it.

Suddenly he grabbed the back of my head and while he sadistically
pressed his lips against mine, probing my mouth with his tongue,
I screamed from the sudden shock of him puncturing the fat
grenade through my aperture, driving it up into me.  I don't
really remember but I guess I really must have fainted.  I can
only recall hearing this strange buzzing noise while my vision
went into a complete white out, but when I regained my senses I
was still screaming.  I could feel my feet lift up off the floor
as he mercilessly drove the device further up into my tortured
abdomen, tearing through my already mutilated tissue until it was
securely lodged it deep within my vaginal sheath, its handle
still protruding from my vulva.

I violently writhed in my chains, flexing with my punished
vaginal muscles in an attempt to somehow expel and free myself of
the explosive weapon, but the natural tightness of my young body
kept it firmly secured within me.  Laughing at my immodest
contortions, the Nazi took a large bloodied handkerchief from his
pocket and jammed it into my mouth, tieing it in back of my head,
effectively silencing my screaming.  Then peering into my
terrified face he quietly said, "You know, I don't think you want
to wriggle around so much.  That thing could fall out of your
little cunt and make a big boom."

Realizing the potentially volatile nature of the object seized in
my vagina, I froze my defensive movement.  I was, however, unable
to stop shivering from the terror building within my immobilized
frame as I contemplated what was likely to eventually occur from
the sizeable weapon I found myself now involuntarily bearing.

While I trembled with dread he unscrewed and removed the cap on
the end of the handle of the grenade.  Tossing the cap across the
room he proceeded to draw a string with a small white button on
the end of it out of the hollow handle.  While I bit my lip to
keep from moving, he then carefully knotted one end of the string
to the button and string from the grenade and once he finished
looked up at me with a big grin.  Observing my reaction to his
plan he laughed, "Don't worry little one.  You are sure to make a
big impression on your friends and do a noble service to our
fatherland at the same time."  He stood up in front of me,
pausing for several seconds while he gazed at my body.  Finally
clicking his heels, he gave me a crisp Nazi salute and pulling
the string behind him, exited through the door.

The door to the cell opened out of the room into the corridor and
as he closed it he carefully ran the string around its edge,
pulling it taut.  Feeling the string tug at the explosive device
tightly lodged inside me, I first could hear him tieing it to the
door on the outside and then could hear him walking away, down
the corridor and up the stairs.  The castle grew quiet again
except for the distant roar of artillery from the nearby
advancing army.

Several hours had passed since I was left alone with the Nazi
doctor's obscene but lethal trap set within me.  Except for my
uncontrollable shivering, I hadn't moved in all that time nor was
I able to rest.  The shelling outside had grown steadily closer
until it finally ceased.  Then, for about a half hour, the castle
had been very quiet.  The only sound I could hear was my own
breathing and my heart, loudly pounding in anticipation of my
inevitable discovery and annihilation.

That's when I first heard voices.  In the beginning they were far
off.  They were plainly male voices and I knew that they must be
the American soldiers who had come to rescue me.  I was now
sweating in spite of the coolness of the chamber.  My nudity and
sexual vulnerability no longer relevant, my thoughts were totally
centered on the bomb, its presence growing larger and more
menacing with each passing minute, rudely anchored in my
distended vagina.

Then I heard definite voices in the corridor outside the door.  I
couldn't make out what they are saying but they seemed to be
soldiers, shouting one word orders to one another.  I tried to
yell at them, to warn them of the trap set within me, but the
Nazi's handkerchief was still tightly tied in my mouth.  Only a
few moments later I heard footsteps in the corridor right outside
my chamber and then the door to the cell rattled.  Someone was at
my cell.  I only hoped that whomever entered did so quickly so
that the grenade could be safely removed from me before it
detonated.

Just then, suddenly, the door to my cell swung open.  The string
which was attached to the handle violently tugged at the device
buried within me and then slackened as I watched the button and
string from the grenade fly across the floor, freed from the
explosive device and my shackled body.  Watching it bounce onto
the floor I began counting to myself,  "One one thousand, two one
thousand, three one thousand," while at the same time trying to
scream through the handkerchief in my mouth at the male soldier
standing in the doorway, holding a rifle which he had pointing at
my restrained body.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion now.  I
continued to scream inside my tightly gagged mouth, my mind
focusing on the menacing and now armed object still tightly
lodged within me, and mentally counting, "eight one thousand,
nine one thousand, ten one thousand."  Eventually, it occurred to
me that the grenade was not going to explode at all.  It must
have been a dud!

Meanwhile, the man slowly entered the cell.  His eyes did not
leave my restrained naked body as they moved from my face to my
breasts and then to staring at my genitals.  Abruptly realizing
exactly what that strange object was that he could see projecting
from my cleanly shaven vulva, he placed his gun down and quickly
came over to me.  I could feel the grenade softly twisting inside
my vagina while the young male began to inspect the end of the
handle and then as he carefully worked at pulling the thing out
of me.  Looking down at him, it was just then that I realized
that although he was indeed a soldier, he was not American.  It
wasn't until he looked up at me that I saw the red star on his
hat.  I glanced up to the open doorway to see three other
soldiers standing and staring at my exposed and restrained naked
form.  Russians!  I wasn't in France.  I was in Eastern Europe
and my location had been overrun by Soviet troops.

I screamed from the distress on my battered vaginal passage as
the soldier abruptly wrested at the grenade, drawing it out of
me.  He left the room only momentarily to dispose of the thing
and returned almost immediately.  But then, instead of undoing my
chains he began to loudly laugh while running his hand over my
vulva.  Still fondling my body, he stood there in front of me,
watching the anxiety in my face as I came to the realization that
I wasn't about to be rescued at all.  My empty stomach tightened
as I felt his finger probing my pussy, finally penetrating into
my sorely bruised vagina.  While I closed my eyes from the
piercing sting caused by his dry stroking finger, he lowered his
head and began to kiss and bite at my breasts.

Several other men began to enter the cell and dropping their
weapons, approached my securely restrained body still being
ravished by the first soldier.  They called out to even more men
in the corridor and the room quickly filled with Russian soldiers
eager to witness and participate in my rape.

Aware of his growing audience, the first soldier stood back up
and stared deep into my panic stricken eyes as he undid his
pants.  Immediately I felt his erect penis poking at my abdomen. 
Without removing his deep blue eyes from my face, he squatted
slightly, easily maneuvering his hardened organ between the lips
of my vulva.  With all the males around us wildly cheering him
on, he pressed his frame against my restrained torso and
straightened himself, breaching the entrance to my vagina.  I
screamed from the sharp ache of his penis driving against my dry
chafed genital tissue.  I continued to scream in reaction to his
deep thrusting as he continually drove his hardened shaft into me
vigorously enough to lift my feet off the floor of the chamber,
my vanquished body impaled on his anxious sexual instrument.

Luckily, my exhausted body must have been desirable enough to
quickly appease his savagely carnal drive.  Grunting and pressing
me into his groin, he quickly ejaculated an abundant load of his
semen inside of me.  Strangely, I welcomed its thick slippery
essence as it immediately soothed the abrasion provoked by his
animal exertion, slowly seeping out of my vulva and trickling
down my spread open thighs.

The mob of men literally pulled him and his spent appendage out
of me, each of them fighting to be the next one to relieve his
pent up wanton lust in my openly exposed vessel.  The second man,
somewhat larger than the first, easily slid his swollen member
deep into my distended, but now well lubricated receptacle.  With
the pain of his assault greatly softened by the accumulation of
semen still inside me, I closed my eyes, attempting to calm
myself and endure his savage invasion knowing there would be many
more to follow.

The sound of a gunshot in my face jolted me back to reality. 
Abruptly, the soldier I held in my vagina grew limp and collapsed
to the floor, shot through the head.  Looking up I could see a
Russian officer, a colonel, standing over him with his still
smoking sidearm at his side.  He began shouting at the men who
swiftly picked up their weapons and the dead soldier's corpse,
escaping from the chamber.

Replacing his weapon in his holster, he turned to me and rapidly
broke open the shackles on my wrists and ankles.  Once freed from
my bonds I stood shivering in the middle of the cell as he
removed his cloak and wrapped it around my naked body.  I
rejoiced in the dignity that bit of clothing allowed me.

We communicated together in broken German, ironically the only
language we had in common.  First apologizing for his
undisciplined soldiers' assault on my person, he explained that
his regiment was entirely made up of former prisoners who had
been conscripted into the army.  While he said as their commander
he couldn't excuse himself for their behavior, he did tell me
that he had shot several of them for an assortment of offenses
just in the past few weeks.  He said it was the only thing they
really understood.  Then accompanying me to one of his aid
stations, he promptly found me clothing, food, and medical
attention.  Truly a gentleman, the Russian colonel continued to
watch out for me and even personally arranged for my extradition
back to the United States where I was finally reunited with my
father.  I never heard from him since that time.

Thinking back, I owed that young Russian soldier my life for
removing the live grenade from within me.  I guess we were both
victims of the horrors of that war.  I never saw him again,
although our son now has his deep blue eyes.  I've always told
him that his father was a soldier who died in the war.

The Nazi doctor visited me often in my nightmares for years
following my abduction, but I never actually heard from him again
either.  Some say he escaped to Argentina during the closing days
of the war, but after my experience with him that summer, I never
cared to find out, nor did I want to see his ugly disfigured face
ever, ever again.