Prison Camp Virgin
by Erich Von Haas
(FPS-128)


Chapter One 

The press of human bodies around her made Rachel feel as if she were already 
dead and buried in some compacted bit of earth. The stench was overpowering. 
People crushed against people, standing, sitting, riding in this cattle car 
for countless hours. Old men had urinated and defecated where they stood and 
sat, while old women had fainted. Many of them were already dead. The 
continuing babble was interrupted only by occasional screams when someone 
found another dead person standing next to him or her, unable to fall down 
because of the press of bodies. 

Rachel was sitting in the far corner of the car. For the hundredth time she 
wondered why her mother had named her Rachel. She wasn't Jewish. True, she 
and her family lived on the outskirts of a Jewish community... rather had 
lived on the outskirts of a Jewish community, and so it was her father's 
house had been included when the Nazi storm troopers had marched in and had 
segregated the Jews from everyone else. Because her name was Rachel 
Kisselborg the Nazis had believed she and her family to be Jewish. Her 
family, along with more than a hundred other non-Jewish families had been 
rounded up with the entire Jewish population and crammed into these cattle 
cars. They were going to re-location centers... so said the Germans. Now, in 
the late autumn of 1944, it seemed incredible that the Germans were still 
re-locating Jews. They were having trouble enough with the war ever since 
June, yet they found time to concentrate on moving people from their homes 
to other places. 

When she had been crammed into this cattle car, she had been alone. Her 
mother and father had been jammed into another car. And now she was 
surrounded by many of the other non-Jews who had been rounded up with her. 
The train had started in a little Czechoslovakian village, the one where she 
had been born, and Rachel had no idea where it was taking her. 

Rachel was sitting in a corner with her legs drawn up to her chin. Her green 
skirt was torn and tattered, as was her white peasant blouse. Both were 
dirty from having been worn for so long. She noticed more than a half-dozen 
boys were now standing around her, gazing down at her. They were 
eighteen-years-old and older, troublemakers in the village. But they were 
survivors... and no matter where they were shipped, they would find a way to 
make the best of things. None of them was Jewish, and they did their best to 
keep away from Jews, even here, in this overcrowded cattle car. One of them, 
Albert Kalascz, the leader of the group, was staring down at her 
fifteen-year-old body, and Rachel saw a strange hunger in the glasses 
covering his eyes. While the other boys tightened their circle around 
Rachel, facing away and blocking her from the view of everyone else in the 
cattle car, Albert sank down beside her, sitting next to her, putting his 
arm around her trim waist, while running dirty fingers through her long, 
brown hair. 

"Why are they doing this to us?" Rachel asked. "We are not Jewish." 

"One does not argue with the Nazis," Albert told her, smiling his crooked 
smile at her, making his long, banana nose seem even more ridiculous than it 
was. The big, red pimples on his face with the white heads seemed to nearly 
shine in the darkened confines of the car. Some little light leaked through 
the broken slats near the top of the car, otherwise the place would have 
been in total darkness. 

Rachel wrinkled her curved nose at Albert, wishing he would go away. Her 
hazel eyes were filled with tears, and she didn't notice the way he stared 
at her full, heaving breasts. Nor did she notice how well the other boys 
kept the rest of the people from seeing what was going on. 

"Go away," Rachel told him. 

"There's nowhere for me to go," Albert laughed, harshly. 

"What do you want from me?" Rachel asked. 

"What I usually get from Karen and all the other girls I know," Albert 
laughed. 

"You are insane," Rachel gasped. "My father will kill you." 

"Cut it out," Albert snapped. "You will probably never see your father 
again, just as you and I will never see each other after today. So I intend 
taking what I can, while I can. And if you treat me nice, I'll keep my other 
friends from having fun with you when I'm finished with you." 

"You're crazy," Rachel insisted. "I'll scream." 

Albert's one hand wrapped itself tightly around her waist, while his other 
hand clamped itself over her opening mouth. The coarsened palm of his hand 
pressed so tightly against her lightly parted lips, it felt as if he'd 
forced her teeth to cut them. Her head was suddenly twisted and pressed 
against the wall that had been cushioning the back of her head. And then the 
arm was gone from around her waist as she heard a slight jingling. When next 
she was able to see in the dimness, she was aware Albert had tugged off his 
pants. He was bare from the waist down, and something short and white 
protruded from between his thighs. Albert used his free hand to grip her 
long, brown hair, and he forced her face closer to his groin, saying, "Take 
a good look at it, Rae. I'm going to stick this thing inside you pretty 
soon. Fight me, and I'll also piss inside you. My bladder is almost as full 
as my balls." 

His hand twisted in her hair, pulling on it, causing excruciating agony to 
shoot through her brain as he all but pulled her long, brown tresses out by 
their roots. Added to the pain was the hot, pungent stink emanating from his 
groin as it permeated the air around her face. She choked and gagged, but 
the hand remained clamped over her mouth. 

Oh God! she thought to herself. Please don't let it happen. Please don't let 
it happen. 

But even as she prayed, Rachel knew it would do no good. It was going to 
happen. What she didn't know was, this particular experience, her first, 
which she now thought to be her worst, was going to be nice compared to what 
the future held in store for her. 

Rachel tried screaming again, but Albert's hand clamped even more tightly 
over her mouth, and she thought she would certainly pass out. She would 
die... unless she agreed to what this monster wanted. If she was dead, 
nothing would matter. At the moment, the most important thing was to 
survive. This was one thing she was learning very quickly. Stay alive. Worry 
about everything else, afterward. She continued quivering, but she stopped 
trying to choke out a scream. 

"Much better," Albert murmured into her ear, his wet mouth slobbering all 
over her lobe. "For being such a nice girl, I'm going to reward you. Yes, I 
will give you something nice and hard. You will learn to love what I give 
you, and when I am gone, you will wish you had Albert again." 

His breath stank with decay, but Rachel was certain her own breath wasn't 
much better. It had been two days since they had eaten any decent food. She 
felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed 
himself solidly against her body, and the sweat seemed to seep through his 
torn shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a 
little, the other hand remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to 
the floor. The stench of his breath, mixed with all other odors in the 
cattle car, overwhelmed her, and once more, Rachel thought she would faint. 
But the hand around her mouth loosened and then let go, and suddenly Rachel 
felt him grab her buttocks between a thumb and forefinger. He pinched her 
and she squealed, but her squeal blended in with all the other sounds in the 
car. 

The hand that had pinched her now began an exploratory movement over her 
small, girlish waist. It ran excitedly over the side of her body, feeling 
bits of flesh, through the tatters of her blouse and skirt. When his fingers 
ran under her skirt and attempted to move between her thighs, Rachel clamped 
her legs together. The stench of his breath became overpowering as he 
twisted some more of her hair with the one hand, while brutally forcing her 
thighs to widen with his other hand. The girl fought with every little bit 
of strength. but her straining limbs gradually opened from the force of the 
man's pressure. He rolled on top of her, pushing his own legs between hers, 
to keep them forced wide apart. The idea of what he was trying to do made 
Rachel shudder with revulsion. That this man wanted to push his smelly organ 
into her made her want to throw up. But the taste of liver bile in her 
throat made her swallow. He was straining to wedge his solid erection 
against the softness of her virgin pussy. 

Rachel squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from him, but Albert held 
tightly to her hair, pulling. She found her movements worse than useless. He 
had her where he wanted her. 

Albert's throbbing cock pushed into the intimate junction between her 
thighs. All that separated the head of his throbbing cock from her cunt was 
her panties. But when he pushed, the crotch of her panties began pushing 
into her tight, wet crevice. 

The train continued moving along the tracks, jostling everyone standing in 
the train against one another. Except for the small area where Rachel was 
lying, with Albert next to her, the people were standing pressed close to 
one another, packed so tightly together it. was impossible to fall down. 
Rachel felt another wave of nausea sweep over her, and barely managed to 
swallow her own gorge. 

Al let go of her hair, and with both hands possessively pulled her body 
close to him, bringing Rachel's attention back to the helplessness of her 
situation. 

"Poor little girl," Al mocked. "You look so uncomfortable. You should be all 
smiles, what with being able to lie down while everyone else stands. See how 
my friends have formed a semi-circle around us, keeping all the Jews away 
from us. Even in the midst of discomfort, you're more comfortable than most, 
thanks to me and my boys." 

"Get that skirt and those panties off of her," one of the standing boys 
whispered, peering down through the dimness. 

Al grabbed the bottom of her blouse, which was hanging out of her skirt, and 
he pulled, tearing it open. The buttons popped off. Then he put his fingers 
in her bra, where the two cups came together, and he pulled, snapping it 
open, breaking the material. Her full, round protuberances came tumbling out 
as the bra fell away. Her bare, white flesh gleamed in the semi-darkness. 
And then Al's hand jammed itself between her thighs, rubbing where that 
length of flesh he referred to as his cock had been pressing, moments 
before. He grabbed her panties, his fingers pulling at the crotch, and then 
he tugged, yanking the cloth from between her hot cuntlips. He continued 
pulling until he tore the cloth, and then proceeded to rip the material from 
her body, letting the shreds of cloth fly all over the crowded boxcar floor. 

"You yell and I'll punch you until your ribs break," Al told her, pinching 
her right, inner thigh, pulling with his fingers until the young girl only 
saw black and blue stars in her head. 

"Jesus, look at that cunt," one of the other boys said, kneeling. "Seems to 
me, anything that pretty ought to be used. It's criminal, leaving it 
untouched for so long. When you going to fuck her, Al?" 

"Right now. I can't wait any longer." 

Realizing what was about to happen, Rachel began struggling wildly. Her 
mouth opened, and this time she got out one loud shout before Al once again 
clamped his dirty palm over her lips, pressing them back against her teeth, 
cutting them again. 

"Please," she gasped, when his hand slid off her mouth again. "Please don't 
do this to me." 

Al was squeezing the rounded globes of her asscheeks now, digging his 
fingers harshly into the flesh. He squeezed hard, saying, "Shut your face, 
Rae. You're going to be fucked. And believe me, this is probably the best 
thing that's going to happen to you." 

As if emphasizing what was about to happen, Al tugged her short, curly mons 
hairs, and Rachel squealed with pain. But no one in the cattle car noticed. 
The girl was hysterical with fear. Her mind raced with the dread certainty 
that no matter what lay ahead at the end of this terrible journey, she would 
not leave the cattle car a virgin. She felt sick with disgust, knowing this 
vile excuse for a human being was about to sink his indecent flesh into the 
most intimate part of her body. Her inability to fight back enhanced her 
sense of shame and self-degradation. 

Her mind snapped back to the reality of what was happening when she felt 
Al's hands coursing over the naked outer thighs of her body. He was playing 
games with her, teasing her nakedly cringing flesh, painfully kneading the 
white flesh into tight little balls, clenching them in his rough fists. He 
pinched her soft inner thighs roughly between his fingers, and Rachel, 
afraid he might strangle her if she cried out again, could only whimper in 
anguish. The sound made Al yank her a bit further down on the floor, and 
then he rolled her over onto her belly, rubbing her assmounds, squeezing 
them even harder than he had squeezed her inner thighs, his fingers digging 
deeper than ever into her soft, rubbery flesh. Rachel ground her belly 
solidly against the floor, trying to escape the man's questing fingers. If 
her father were here, this wretched excuse for a human being would be 
begging for his life. 

"Stop this please!" she shouted. 

"Yakov," Al called to one of his friends. "Get your pants down and shut this 
one up." 

There was the sound of movement, and even on her back, Rachel was aware of 
one of the others dropping his pants down around his ankles. Then he 
squeezed down to the floor, grabbed her hair, and lifted her head into his 
lap, shoving her nose against his pubis, making her inhale the disgusting 
stench emanating from there. Her nose flattened against his hairy pelvis, 
and she felt the blood-engorged penis rubbing against her lips. Rachel 
forced her lips to remain clamped shut. But she shuddered as she sensed the 
wetness seeping from the head of his throbbing prick, rubbing itself against 
her face. 

"Yeccchhhh!" She whined as she tried lifting her cheek from it, but the boy 
known as Yakov clamped his hand against the back of her head, pushing her 
face even deeper into her pulsating groin. At the same time, he tugged her 
blouse up in back, then reached his arms around to grab handfuls of her 
breasts, squeezing them with the same roughness Al had applied to her 
asscheeks. 

"I'm going to fuck her now," Al insisted. 

Reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, Al dug his fingers into her 
asscheeks for leverage, and then slowly forced his thumb into her tight, dry 
cunt. Rachel, feeling the pain, writhed maddeningly, but to no avail. The 
thumb continued pushing into her, violating her inner body, making her 
writhe with agony. And each time she opened her mouth to scream, she felt 
the sidewise length of Yakov's cock pressed between her lips. She spat 
violently, ridding her lips of the presence of that filthy penis, then 
clamped her mouth tightly shut to keep the penis from re-entering. But the 
pain she was feeling was enhanced all the more as Al's thumb continued 
driving in. Her vagina felt tight, hot, and dry, pinching around the 
invading thumb. And then Rachel felt agony as never before as the point of 
the thumb began pressing something inside her. She had no idea what was 
being pressed, except it was a part of her body, and the further he pressed, 
the more it hurt. Rachel suddenly realized the pain was beyond excruciating. 
It was pure agony. Only the pressure of the penile pole against her lips 
prevented her from opening her mouth and shouting, but flashing lights 
filled her brain. And then the thumb inside her tore through a part of her 
body. She screamed and shouted involuntarily, and the length of penis once 
again effectively gagged her, only this time the head pushed between her 
lips. Rachel bit down hard, and Yakov screamed and hastily yanked his hard 
cock from her mouth. Her teethmarks indented it in a circle. 

"Hey, look at this," Al gasped, preventing Yakov from complaining about 
being bitten. "Sweet young Rachel was a virgin after all. She's bleeding 
down there. Well, hell, the blood will only make things nice and smooth in 
there when I fuck her now." 

"What's going on back there?" A deep voice called out. 

"Shut up, Jew!" one of Al's friend's called back. "This has nothing to do 
with you or yours. Stay away from us." 

Rachel's entire body involuntarily jerked and convulsed in a maddening 
attempt to wrench herself away from the thumb probing her feminine interior. 
Her flat belly ground against the floor, frantically trying to escape the 
invading digit as the firm, resilient mounds of her buttocks clenched 
together very tightly. 

"Hey, she's a virgin, all right," one of the other surrounding boys 
whispered. 

"And let me tell you, she has one tight cunt," Al insisted, fighting to keep 
his thumb inserted in the violently writhing ring of her narrow cunt. He 
attempted to worm his finger in all the deeper, meeting continual 
resistance, as the inner walls of the young girl's quim, unused to this 
unnatural invasion, tried closing tightly around the thumb. 

"Now you shut up." Al whispered in her ear, leaning over her as he pulled 
his thumb from her pussy. "Shut up and relax, and maybe you'll enjoy this as 
much as I'm going to enjoy it." 

As if to emphasize what he was about to do, Al pulled her buttocks apart, 
keeping them tugged wide as both his thumbs caressed the inner lips of her 
dripping vagina. The movement of his thumbs caused the girl's heated cunt to 
start lubricating a little, and the slick liquid began mixing with the 
blood. 

"No more." Rachel silently gasped. "Oh please, please, don't do anything 
more." She sobbed with renewed humiliation. 

The hot, fetid air coursed over her naked vagina, and she felt as if the 
atmosphere itself, in the boxcar had violated her body. Her mind reeked with 
the fear and degradation she knew had to come after all this shame. "Oh God! 
God!" she sobbed, feeling his finger once again make contact with her 
fearfully cringing vaginal opening. Slowly, very slowly, the moist, swollen 
labia were spread apart, once again. The fleshy, fleece-lined lips of her 
trench were wide-open doors. 

"Ohhhh yessss!!!" Al breathed. 

"Uuuuuunnnnhhhh!!!" was all Rachel was able to reply. 

She twitched, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft, 
flicking tip circling the quivering pink clitoris, teasing along the edges 
of the softly quivering folds of her now-soaking cunt. The long middle 
finger continued its maddening tickling against the growing bud of her 
sexual nerve center. The girl groaned long and loud, sounds coming from deep 
in her larynx as the working finger found its way along the slick length of 
the tender, narrow slit which still seeped drops of blood as it attempted to 
widen the elastic entryway, enlarging the soft, naked opening. 

"Not again, not again," Rachel screamed, begging, pleading, even praying as 
the long finger moved from the curli-cued edges down to the tight little 
opening between her soft, solid thighs. "Don't... don't... let go of me...! 
Oh God!" 

But Rachel's screaming prayers were only part of a series of screams echoing 
through the cattle car again and again. Many of the other prayers were in 
Hebrew, some were in Russian and Slovakian, while the children, the ones who 
remembered little other than the German they had been forced to learn in 
school, cried out in the harsh, guttural Aryan dialects. 

"Hold her tighter," Al grunted to Yakov. And he lanced his middle finger all 
the way in, moving it around and around, Rachel issued another low, soft, 
guttural moan as her soft, warm, solid thighs closed twitchingly and 
jerkingly around either side of his wrist as he attempted to stab his finger 
even farther into her. 

Al felt her taut flesh grip and slide around his inthrust finger. The 
stretched walls of the attacked pussy widening and tightening in a desperate 
clutching motion. Her cunt sucked so solidly Al thought his finger might be 
pulled from his hand. 

"She's starting to... uhhhh... to loosen up," Al gasped, moving his finger 
around and around. "I can feel the membranes stretching a little in there. 
She's going to be one nice fuck. She's damn tight, but she's getting wetter 
and wetter, and it isn't blood, it's gooey quimjuice." 

Rachel wept. sobbing with shame and total humiliation. It wasn't enough that 
she was here, mistaken for a Jew by the Nazis, moved to God-knew-where with 
all the other Jews. She had to be shamed by non-Jews of her village who were 
the lowest scum in creation. What was even worse was the fact that her body 
was starting to betray her. The tight, narrow, unused passageway inside her 
was slowly enlarging, little by little, getting wetter and wetter as the 
man's dirty finger continued moving around inside her, A weird sense of 
regret possessed her as the pain continued decreasing, knowing the sense of 
thrilling enjoyment, the one thing she didn't want to feel, was building. 
Eventually, if this continued, Rachel was wise enough to understand she 
would more than merely capitulate. She would eagerly want exactly what these 
monsters wanted. Worse, once Al, the leader, was through with her, each of 
the others would want a turn. She opened her month to scream again, but the 
pressure of Yakov's penis against her upper lip made her shut up in a hurry. 
Remembering how that filthy thing of his had tasted, she wanted to spit, but 
her throat was so dry, she was unable to do so. It was no use trying to 
protest any longer. She was as much a helpless captive of these monsters as 
all of them were captives of the Nazis. 

Unable to protest any longer, her body lay defeated by a combination of 
confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her family; her mother, 
her father, and wondered what was to become of all of them. In the face of 
the horrible future confronting her, this terrible rape seemed like 
something mild. Had she known what the future truly held in store, Rachel 
might have reveled in this moment. This, at the moment, was the ultimate 
degradation. But it was nothing compared to what lay in store for the poor 
girl. Gradually, Rachel stopped thinking. Her virginity, her family, her 
degradation... everything was swept away by the thrills building up inside 
her because of the vile fondling of her vagina. Her full breasts pillowed 
the rest of her body, lying on the floor. 

The finger in her seething little tunnel suddenly slipped out, making Rachel 
gasp. She felt and heard the wet sucking sound above all the other noises in 
the cattle car. She sensed him sliding between her thighs behind her, 
feeling the head of the erect, throbbing penis brush her asscheeks as she 
lay helpless. Now the feeling of the long. thick hardness lay full length 
against her seething little slit from the rear. My God! It was immense. 
Often, in school, even while the Germans had occupied their village, the 
girls in Rachel's class had laughed about the sizes of boys' penises. None 
of them had ever seen a penis, save for that which was attached to some 
local farm animals, and they had all assumed penises were short, flaccid 
pieces of flesh to giggle about. But the hard, thick monster rubbing against 
her tender cuntlips was no laughing matter. There was nothing small or 
yielding about it. Rather it was like a length of hot lead pipe, and as the 
jerking head of the lust-bloated cock rested throbbingly between her 
wide-apart loins, insinuating itself against her creaming split as it rubbed 
up and down, up and down, Rachel thought she would soon go insane. It teased 
her flesh maddeningly, and the girl twisted and writhed her hips in an 
attempt to escape the pressure. Her helpless little cunny sought to avoid 
the hard, blood-bloated point. The girl cringed, rubbing her bare belly 
against the floor of the cattle car, her eyes wide with panic, staring at 
the other bloated mass of phallic length so near her mouth, threatening to 
pop in should she try screaming. Terror gripped the girl when Al guided his 
own cock against the softly surrendering crevice between her asscheeks. Not 
once did the heavy rod lose contact with the girl's hot, rubbery flesh as it 
moved lower, seeking the lair into which it intended entering. The flanges 
of her labia were forced wide and the hot, pulsating wand began applying 
pressure. 

"Hold her steady, Yakov," Al insisted. "I'm going in, and I don't want her 
wiggling me out." 

Yakov gripped Rachel's hair, and turned her face to look at his, he smiled 
and said, "Okay, Rachel. One big cock is about to breach the barrier of one 
tiny cunt; your cunt." 

Rachel felt the inner lips guarding her vaginal temple being forced to part 
as the pressure of the penis became that much greater. The rubber-like rim 
of her vulva's tightness tried futilely clenching together in an attempt to 
resist the powerful force invading her. A long, low moan was heard coming 
from her clenched teeth as she avoided letting Yakov's cock go into her 
mouth. But even with clenched teeth she was able to murmur. "No-o-o-o... 
ohhhhh n-o-o-o-o... 

Al shoved again... the girl's moans became louder and stronger, though the 
groans of the surrounding mass of humanity-neither knowing nor caring what 
was happening to her, drowned out any sounds her clenched lips might have 
made. The tight little vaginal opening resisted for one more moment, and 
then finally gave way. Rachel shuddered as the boring mass of stiffened 
flesh began poling its way into her. Her legs jerked out on either side of 
her body like those of a frog. She kicked against the boys surrounding her, 
and they laughed mirthlessly. Though they had no idea where they were going, 
they knew there would be little enough to laugh at. They might as well enjoy 
themselves. The girl's legs kicked violently, sometimes hitting a shin, but 
usually hitting nothing. 

"Asaayyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed, twisting her head to keep Yakov's penis 
from pressing against her mouth as she felt herself being licentiously 
pinned to the floor of the cattle car by the thrust of the heavy penis 
moving deeper into her. Shock wave after shock wave of pure pain slammed 
into her as she felt her interior being stretched. The throbs inside her 
tender body kept her totally conscious as she squirmed and writhed like a 
helpless butterfly. But Yakov's hand, once again gripping her hair, kept her 
in place. 

"Ohhhhwowwww!!" Albert moaned in a low, guttural voice above her back, once 
more pushing his hips slightly forward. The pressure of her tight quimwalls 
around his thrusting penis became too great for him. He was no longer able 
to take the delightful teasing agony of being only part of the way in. 
Taking a deep breath, he shoved forward with all his strength, and forced 
the entire length of his lust-bloated cock into the very deepest part of her 
tight, formerly virginal snatch, burying himself inside her to the hilt. 

Rachel shrieked, feeling as if Albert was tearing her body right down the 
middle as easily as one would tear a piece of paper. She felt as if she was 
being shish-kebabed all the way up to her pounding heart. The giant pole of 
flesh and muscle lodged inside her felt immense... as if it would tear her 
lungs and other vital organs out of her. The girl was unable to believe her 
body was able to contain so much thick man-meat. 

Yakov had given up trying to thrust his meatpole into the girl's mouth, 
still feeling the agony of her first bite. He knew she wouldn't hesitate to 
bite again, no matter how many times he slapped her. So he jammed her face 
against his thigh each time she attempted shrieking. 

The fiery plunge of Al's throbbing rod felt as if it would eventually emerge 
from her throat. Rachel was gasping and choking. The fetid, stinking, hot 
air was 

hard enough to breathe before. Now, it was all but impossible. The helpless 
girl wondered if it was physically possible for her to be literally fucked 
to death. If so, she was certain it was happening to her. The huge, 
blood-bloated knob of his inwardly moving cock hit her cervix, and because 
it was so thick, was unable to push past the opening to her womb. It lodged 
there for a moment, a solid serpent, resting, preparing to wreak more havoc 
inside her. It filled her tight cunt to overflowing, and Rachel felt her 
face covered with a wash of perspiration. She writhed helplessly beneath 
him, agonizing to the pressure of hot, searing pain as the blunt-nosed 
instrument seemed to tear the membranes right out of her. She flexed her 
crotch muscles tightly together in a continuing attempt to force out the 
unwelcome intruder, but the pulsating pressure of her straining sinews 
seemed to arouse the entering penis all the more, and it strained its way 
all the more solidly against the opening to her womb. Her walls were like 
hot, clasping butter flowing around the dome and shaft of his pulsating 
dick. The girl felt every fleshy ridge as her nerve-ends transmitted the 
shape and size of the monstrous lance buried inside her. 

"Ohhhhh God! God! God!" she gasped into Yakov's thigh. Then she gasped as 
the expanded cock attempted to drive in even deeper, trying to spread the 
tiny entrance to her womb. She took a deep breath and held it as she felt 
the flexing penis stretch her walls, making the tissues expand even more. 

Al flexed again and the girl, far from fighting him, went limp. She still 
held her breath, feeling the mighty plunger slowly withdraw. It eased back, 
back. back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside, and then, 
when she thought it was finally to be removed, it went zooming back into 
her. Now it began a slow, rhythmic pounding, plunging in again and again. 
Rachel felt his hips rotating from side to side against the full, soft 
cheeks of her hilly buttocks, forcefully stretching her vaginal terminal 
with each thrust, making it wider with every solid plunge. And there was 
nothing Rachel was able to do to stop him. She had to lie there, in the 
overcrowded boxcar, smelling the mixture of urine, feces, vomit, and the 
stink emanating from a hundred crotches and two hundred armpits. She had to 
lie there and accept the brutal attack on her tender genitals, allowing the 
horrible rape to continue. Resistance was totally futile. It was too late, 
anyway. The rupture of her hymen and the removal of her virginity had been 
accomplished. There was no longer a reason to fight off the disgusting 
animal rutting inside her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, her 
murmurings nothing when compared to the moaning and groaning of all the 
others in the cattle car. She did her best to close her mind to the brutal 
assault taking place on her body. 

When hands slid beneath her belly and lifted her, Rachel only whimpered 
slightly. His fingers fanned out over the soft flatness of her belly, making 
the girl cry out in anguish. It wasn't enough for him to totally violate her 
interior. He had to touch the rest of her, as well. Dear God! What had she 
done to deserve this? But then, what had anyone done to deserve being 
crammed into this cattle car? For the first time in her life, Rachel began 
to wonder very seriously whether or not there was a God. Would a God allow 
such cruelly to take place in the world? Was it truly possible that a small 
group of men like the Germans were really capable of controlling the 
destinies and the lives of so many others? 

The hands continued crawling up along the flatness of her belly, making her 
wriggle maddeningly but this only seemed to drive the throbbing spear of 
Albert's hard cock that much deeper into her quaking belly. She had to lie 
still. 

The hands began massaging her nipples, squeezing her large breasts. In 
school, the boys had always stared at her breasts, and she had giggled, 
knowing precisely what was going on in their minds. She had seen their 
fingers twitch and squeeze together, imagining they were gripping her 
nipples. She had always laughed at them, as if to let them know none of them 
would ever touch her breasts. Yet here was the vilest one of all feeling and 
squeezing her tits as if her mammarial mounds were his. He manipulated his 
fingers solidly against the rubbery extensions of her hardened nipples, 
letting her know he was getting a thrill from touching the forbidden breasts 
of Rachel Kisselborg, whose family had been so high and mighty in their 
village. Then his hands slipped down to her pelvis, tugging her firmly up, 
yanking her unresisting buttocks all the tighter against his revolving 
thrusts. She silently sobbed, feeling the wet droplets of his heavy sweat 
drip onto her back. 

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Yakov was gasping, his wide eyes staring at 
the way the girl's buttocks rose and fell with each of Albert's thrusts. He 
was chanting in time to the rhythmic attacks of the hard cock as it rammed 
into Rachel's tenderness again and again. His tongue was hanging out, gazing 
at the sight of Rachel's asscheeks helplessly flattening against Al's body 
each time her inner tube of cunt swallowed up the hard pole of the 
bespectacled boy's cock. He leaned closer in order to see the rigid wand's 
withdrawal, pulling the thin, soft inner ridges of her delectable pussy, 
pink, glistening, and wet, as far out as possible as Rachel's pelvis slammed 
against the cold wooden floor of the cattle car. And then there was the 
entry as Albert pushed the soft, wetly shining folds back into her. The 
entire length of moist, shining cock was swallowed whole and alive by the 
maw of the girl's hot cunt as it continued to salaciously ravish her 
yielding flesh. Only his fear of Albert's temper prevented Yakov from 
indulging himself with the girl; that, and the fact that she was not afraid 
to use her teeth. 

Rachel's mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as she felt Albert, 
kneeling behind her, lifting her buttocks higher as he shifted a little, 
thereby stroking into her a bit more brutally The plum-like head of his 
phallus slid back and forth inside her heated viscous passageway, bouncing 
off her cervix again and again. His soft balls continued slapping her 
clitoris, making it tingles as his wrinkly skin even rubbed between her 
pussylips. Heated rushes of air poured between her thighs as the wicked man 
continued plunging in again and again, moving faster, more brutally, 
building into a wild crescendo of continual fucking as if he meant to plumb 
her very innards right out of her. 

Rachel gasped, tears running down her cheeks, as she felt his penis swell 
even more. Instinctively the girl knew he was going to deposit his semen 
inside her. His hot, sticky juices were going to clog her interior, letting 
her feel the intensity of his lust. Her soft whimpers became louder sobs as 
she began realizing, much as she hated him, she was physically enjoying what 
he was doing to her. The continual thrusts of his pylon inside her had built 
up sensations she had never been aware of, before. Had Albert not been so 
concerned with himself, making certain his hands were keeping her body 
moving to please him, he would have noticed the backward thrust of her 
buttocks against his thighs was now voluntary on the part of the young girl. 

Oh yes, yes, yes, Rachel thought to herself, the feelings in her mounting 
higher with every passing second. It feels good, feels good. It feels better 
than anything I've ever known, before. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Al was gasping at her, his hands still flatly against 
the underside of her pelvis, making her stroke up and down with each 
movement of his thrusting cock. "Yeah, that's the way, Rae-baby. Move that 
lovely ass. Move it! Move it! Make me come, honey. That's a girl, keep 
moving it." 

Rachel felt the ceaselessly moving cock continued its chugging journey back 
and forth inside her delightfully aroused womanly chute. Her thighs were 
spreading farther and farther apart, as were her knees. This caused her cunt 
to move a little lower, and Albert slapped her ass, snapping, "Get that 
caboose back up here, you little bitch." 

Albert pounded his cock even faster, feeling the white seed boiling in his 
dangling nuts. The wrinkled flesh of his scrotum was tickled into greater 
arousal by the hair on Rachel's mons. The girl felt him ready to explode, 
and now she prayed he was able to contain himself just long enough for her 
to reach her own satisfaction. Her mother had told her a woman was able to 
be satisfied, too. Having undergone so much horror and pain, Rachel felt it 
only fair and just she receive some of the pleasure, as well. 

Yakov, unable to simply lie there, twisted his fingers in Rachel's hair and 
lifted her head. Her face rose to meet his, and he jammed his mouth against 
hers. kissing her, thrusting his tongue inside, not even thinking she might 
bite it off. But Rachel was too far gone to bite. Foul as Yakov's breath 
was, and horrible as his tongue tasted, the young girl began sucking madly 
on it as Yakov shoved his tongue as far in as possible. With harsh, kneading 
bands. Yakov gripped the girl's full breasts and began kneading them, 
letting her nipples rub against the centers of his palms. He rubbed harder 
and harder, and her head fell. Rachel, feeling the heated length of his 
penis against her cheek, ignored the steaming stench coining from his crotch 
and pressed the side of her face all the more solidly against it, building 
friction against the underside. Yakov gasped, feeling the pressure of her 
cheek. He would have given his soul to push his penis between her lips, but 
remembered how she had bitten him once, he contented himself with the feel 
of her hot cheek. He rubbed faster and taster, and Rachel pressed her cheek 
all the more firmly against the masculine spike. 

Rachel was going insane with sensation. The two penises; one rubbing against 
her face, and the other working in the seething confines of her steaming 
cunt, felt like one and the same organ. In her mind they were the same 
organ, and she was gasping, breathing heated air over the one, while the 
other continued rummaging through her non-resistant pussy. Albert's hands 
gripped her asscheeks all the more tightly, squeezing, kneading, pulling, 
tugging, and then, wild with excitement, he used the forefinger of his right 
hand to slide into her asscrack, digging cruelly into the tiny pucker of her 
prune-like anal opening. 

Rachel should have howled with pain. Instead she sighed with mounting lust, 
gasping like the animal she believed herself to be. Yes, she was no better 
than Albert, Yakov, and the others. She wanted more and more. It was too 
good to stop. Her body quaked and shivered with lascivious need as her 
buttocks ground firmly against him. 

"HHHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH... AAAAGGGGHHHHH..." Albert gasped, and then the 
white-hot spunk began jetting into the vaginal vat of the helpless girl 
whose ass his finger had impaled. 

Rachel s buttocks slammed against him with equal force, thrilling to the 
combination of the driving finger, the pounding penis, and the hot, squirmy 
liquid being blasted into her seething depths. And as the heavy quantity of 
white glue backed out of her tight cunt, sliding around the softening penis, 
Rachel felt the throbbing sensation in her vagina totally overwhelm her. 

"EEEEYYYAAAGGGHHH... GGGGGAAAAGGGGHHHH..." she screamed, her loud bellow of 
lust blending in with the shrieks of two other women who had just discovered 
one of their friends standing next to them was no longer breathing... 
standing solely because of the press of people jammed against that part of 
the car. 

Rachel's shout sent vibrant sensations shooting through Yakov's penis, and 
the boy began ejaculating all over her hair and face. He fired again and 
again, and Rachel smelled something clean for the first time since this 
horrid ride began. 

When the other boys begged Albert for a turn at Rachel, the sated leader 
shook his head, saying, "Leave her alone. She's had enough, for now." 

"Right," Yakov agreed, standing and pulling up his pants. 

 Chapter Two 

When Rachel opened her eyes again, sunlight was streaming into the car. At 
least it looked like sunlight compared to the darkness to which she and the 
others had become accustomed. There was also the smell of air, though it 
seemed almost as tainted as the air in the boxcar. 

As her eyes adjusted to the light, Rachel realized it was hazy daylight, not 
sunlight. Everyone was being herded out of the cattle car, and as she 
climbed down, she found herself being pushed over to one side with Albert 
and his friends, as well as a group of other healthy young boys and girls 
and men and women in their twenties and thirties. All the others; the old 
people the pregnant women, the young and old mothers with children under 
ten... all of them were being lined up across the way. 

In front of her, Rachel saw a line of men holding rifles and sub-machine 
guns, all wearing the black uniform of the Schutzstaffel-the dreaded SS. 
Behind them was a high fence of electrified barbed wire, and behind the wire 
was a series of small huts uniformly lined up none with windows. From where 
she stood, Rachel saw the words DREI LAGER, which meant that was the third 
line of windowless barracks. To the left were two more lines, while to the 
right, an endless line of windowless huts stretched farther than her eyes 
could see. 

Off to the left she saw huge brick buildings, and the buildings and a 
quantity of gigantic smokestacks. Black smoke was pouring ceaselessly from 
the huge chimneys, and ashes continually rained down all over the camp, 
constantly blotting out the sun. 

Rachel saw the other line of people being marched off toward the brick 
buildings, while the line the was in was separated once again, with men on 
one side and women on the other. The line of men was led through the huge 
wooden gate, then marched off in one direction, while the line of women were 
marched through the same gate and led in another direction. The cold way 
already eating into Rachel. 

Looking at the top of the gate as she entered, Rachel saw the word 
AUSCHWITZ. And underneath, written in German, which she barely understood, 
were the words written on the gate's of Hell in Dante's Inferno: ABANDON ALL 
HOPE YOU WHO ENTER HERE. 

The people in the camp were Blaring at her and the other women. Rachel 
noticed all the other people were women, which meant the men were in another 
part of the camp. The forlorn looks on the faces of the women made Rachel's 
heart jump with fear. What kind of a place was this? 

With all the other women In her line, Rachel was led into a large wooden 
building. There, in a huge room with SS soldiers lining the walls, she heard 
the order 

"STRIP!" 

At the far end of the room, standing on a platform, was a tall man, 
clean-shaven, wearing the uniform of the SS, with the double lightning 
insignia on his shoulders. He was the man giving the orders. 

"Here," he shouted out, "you will all be put to work for the greater glory 
of the Third Reich. You will obey immediately when given an order. If not, 
you will either be shot, hanged, or taken to the showers. At no time will 
you question any order given you by a uniformed soldier. Later, you will see 
what has happened to those who have dared resistance of any kind. We have 
Jews decorating the entire camp, as you will see. Now all of you... strip!" 

Reluctantly, Rachel took off all her clothing as did all the other women 
around her. They huddled nakedly in the middle of the room as suddenly a 
heavy blast of water hit them. And then a second blast hit them, and a 
third. Three different hoses were being used to wash all the filth off them. 
They screamed and screeched as the leering soldiers continued to play the 
hoses on them, aiming for their genitals and breasts 

When the hoses stopped, the women were taken in groups of five and made to 
sit in wooden chairs with splinters while the hair was shaved from their 
heads. Then they were made to stand on benches as their pelvises were, 
shaved... not too delicately. Rachel felt more than one soldier "searching" 
her vagina with his finger for any possible hidden valuables. Had it not 
been for the humiliating circumstances, Rachel might have found herself 
getting heated up again. 

After being shaved, Rachel was dusted with a powder meant to keep lice from 
crawling over her. And then, with the other women, she was led into the 
women's section of the camp, where she was assigned to the fifth barracks, 
or lager, section. She was wearing a grey shift, like every other woman in 
the camp. Her own clothing had been taken away. 

She and four other girls her age were brought to an old harridan by one of 
the soldiers. 

"Bruni is your superior," the soldier told Rachel and the other girls. "All 
our orders will be transmitted to her, and she will give them to you. 
Different women will be assigned different jobs. Those of you who do your 
jobs will be rewarded by being allowed to work again for the Fuehrer. The 
others will be taken to the showers." 

The soldier left, and the old hag, Bruni, seeing how pretty Rachel was, 
shaven head and all, immediately began picking on her, making her sweep the 
entire barracks, and beating her with a stick when she didn't move quickly 
enough. 

"One of these days I'll get out of here," Rachel muttered at her through 
gritted teeth. "And when I do, old hag... look out." 

Bruni cackled, showing her gums as she swept back long strings of disheveled 
white hair, attesting to how long she had been in the camp, then turned her 
wrinkled face to Rachel, and snapped, "You want to get out? Hee hee! Don't 
worry. One day, you, like so many others before you will get out. You know 
how? Through the smokestacks. That's how all of you get out." 

The hag pointed to the chimneys still belching black smoke, and Rachel 
stared at her, shivering. 

"What does she mean?" Rachel asked, turning to another woman who had been 
there some little while. 

"You'll find out," the other woman said, her voice dead. 

Supper, the only meal of the day, was served at somewhere between seven and 
eight o'clock. The women rushed to line up, and those who were last on line 
found themselves with nothing to eat. Supper consisted of raw potato 
peelings, a small piece of black bread, mudlike coffee, and for those at the 
front of the line, a piece of liver. 

"Where does the meat come from?" Rachel asked, being lucky enough to have 
gotten a piece of liver. 

"From the ovens," one of the other women replied as they huddled inside the 
lightless, windowless barracks eating their scraps. 

"Do they burn animals in those ovens?" Rachel asked, curious how liver got 
into the ovens in the first place. 

"Stupid girl," Bruni, the old hag cackled. "Don't you understand? You work 
until you are of no further use to the SS. Then they lead you and a whole 
group of others to the showers. But from what we have learned, no water ever 
comes from the showerheads. Just poison gas. And then, when you are dead, 
and your body has been stripped, and the hair that grows back has been cut 
off, and your skin has been peeled to make lampshades, and the little bit of 
fat you have is used to make soap, the rest of you is put into a large oven, 
and you go up the chimneys. Hee hee hee," she cackled. 

Getting to her feet, Rachel staggered out of the barracks and over to the 
stream running from under the latrine. There, she vomited up her entire 
meal. 

The next six weeks were hell for Rachel. Every morning, while it was still 
dark out, she had to get up and stand with the other women, in groups of 
five, waiting for the Germans to count them and make certain everyone was 
there. The Germans kept meticulous records, and not only knew how many 
people were in each camp, but knew the names and ages of all of them. 

Each morning, after the count had been taken, certain women were selected 
from the camp to work in the munitions factories. The rest simply waited. 
And then, at about two-o'clock in the afternoon, the men were seen walking 
from their area past the women's area, toward the large buildings. These 
were the men who stoked the fires. Rachel later learned they were replaced 
every three weeks, themselves being gassed on the last day of the third 
week. Then a line of other men were seen heading for the buildings, and 
Rachel knew these were the men selected for execution. Most of them were 
taken to the gas chambers, but some were hanged in front of everyone, merely 
for the amusement of the commandant. Others were taken and used in hideous 
experiments. 

And then the soldiers would march into the women's quarters for a selection 
of those who were doomed that day. And they were docilely led away, never to 
be seen again as the huge smokestacks continued belching soot all over the 
camp. 

Rachel's hair began growing again, and it wasn't long before more than one 
soldier began looking at her as something other than an animal marked for 
extinction. She had lost fifteen pounds in the six weeks as she learned to 
eat the bread and potato scraps, though never again eating the liver which 
many of the other women craved. The baby fat fell away from her body, and 
though she wore the shapeless grey gown, it was obvious she had a beautiful 
body. Her rounded breasts made the shift she was wearing stand up and away 
from her body, also revealing her long legs and rounded calves. Her period 
came twice in those six weeks, assuring her what Albert had done had not 
wrought any permanent damage. The women feared pregnancy as much as 
sickness. Any women with a swollen belly was gassed. Any woman too sick to 
report for the morning count was gassed. The Germans had no time to waste 
with any people who might hold them back. 

 * * * * * 

 Although Martin Borrman was the genius behind Auschwitz and the other camps 
like it, he was never seen at this death camp. The camp was divided into the 
two main sections of male and female, and then each section was divisioned 
off with a hauptmann or sturmbanfuehrer heading each division. Often, the 
hauptmanns were changed. 

The latest hauptmann, or captain, to arrive and take charge of the division 
of which Rachel was part, was a young Aryan sadist known as M.M. Von Teich. 
No one knew what the M.M. stood for, though it was rumored his father had 
been unhappy with him at birth and had named him Mickey Mouse after the 
American cartoon mouse. He was short, no more than five feet-six inches in 
height, had a closely cropped head, wore a monocle. and smoked cigarettes 
with a long, black cigarette holder. Like his predecessors, he wore his 
black uniform with pride, and like his predecessors, enjoyed starting off 
the day by hanging a half-dozen Jews. Sometimes he would have them cut down 
before actual death, though their necks were already broken, and then he'd 
let them lay on the ground and take hours to die. Other times he'd bury them 
alive. All-in-all, Von Teich was a product of which Hitler would have been 
proud. 

Von Teich liked women. He had been in camp five days and had gone through 
five women. One of them had been sent back, one of them had been given to a 
lieutenant, and three had been sent up the chimneys. None had satisfied his 
sadistic Aryan urges. All they had been good for was containing his sperm. 

 * * * * * 

 December was a frigid month at Auschwitz. Like all the other women there, 
Rachel wore only her shift. Her feet were bare, and she had learned to 
survive by stealing from the other women, just as they had stolen from her. 
Survival was the most important thing. If one survived long enough, one was 
always able to outwit the others. 

It was a cold Saturday morning when she lined up for the count. And that 
particular morning Von Teich wanted to amuse himself by cutting off the 
breasts of a few Jewesses, so he went to the camp lineup, himself. He 
intended selecting some ugly Jewess with large breasts. Then he intended 
cutting off her nipples, and then layers of her breasts, enjoying her 
screams the entire time. 

Walking along the line of women, he stopped in front of Rachel. The young 
girl saw the cruelly handsome face, but didn't think of him as a man. He was 
a butcher. Yet he was staring at her, the monocle in his eye gleaming with 
lust. She saw he was interested in her. 

The riding crop in Von Teich's hand came up and circled her face. It pressed 
under her chin, lifting her head. 

"You do not have the face of a Jew," he said to her. 

"I'm not a Jewish," she replied, softly. 

"So? Is this possible? Have the Wermacht made another error? Why were you 
interned if you are not Jewish?" 

"Our house was close to that of the Jewish community. The soldiers thought 
it was part of the community." 

"Ach, I see. Not Jewish, yet living close enough to be contaminated by them. 
Well, well, fraulein, it is not fitting that you should live among these 
pigs if what you tell me is true. And looking at you, I am, at the moment, 
inclined to believe you... perhaps because it pleases me to do so. You will 
come with me, ja?" 

Von Teich motioned to one of the men standing near him, and the man walked 
over to Rachel and grabbed her arm. He led her out of the lager and away 
from the others. They walked for more than five minutes before she came to 
the wooden building housing the captain's quarters. She was ushered inside 
and saw there were rugs on the floor. 

"I am the hauptmann's adjutant," the corporal told her. "Inside, in the next 
room, you will find a bathtub. I will have buckets of hot water brought in 
for you, and you will scrub yourself until all the dirt is gone. Then you 
will put on a robe you will find in the bathroom, and you will wait. Ja?" 

"Yes, of course," Rachel nodded, more than a little terrified. 

What did this SS captain want from her? In the next moment she knew the 
answer. One didn't stay six weeks in Auschwitz without becoming wise to 
certain things. But how could she please Von Teich? The rumors circulating 
through the camp said he loved to deal out pain, lots of pain. Rachel, 
hardened as she had become, wondered if she would be able to survive such an 
ordeal. Yet, to survive, she knew she was willing to endure anything. She 
had to make the captain want her. It was the only answer. Three of the five 
he had rejected in the past five days had been exterminated. Rachel wanted 
to go on living. 

Her period had ended two days earlier, so she was safe for the moment, as 
far as pregnancy went. Seeing bottles of seltzer, she knew, from what other 
women in the camp had said, how to douche with them to prevent unwanted 
babies from swelling her belly. Von Teich would not tolerate her for long if 
she became pregnant, and she, herself, didn't want to carry the fruit of so 
vicious a monster in her belly. 

Sitting in a nearby wooden armchair, she waited. 

 Chapter Three 

She was bathed now. There had even been a scented bar of soap she had used 
to wash away the grime, the filth, and the overpowering stench of the camp. 
She had scrubbed for what seemed like hours to get the coating of ashes off 
her. Her hair had also been washed. It was short at the moment, and easy to 
wash. Fortunately, she had not yet been infested with lice. 

When Von Teich came in, he looked at her, a crooked leer on his face. He 
wasted no time taking off his jacket, then pouring himself a drink. 

"So," he muttered, "you are not a Jew. This is gutt. Each time I take one of 
those Jewish cows to bed, I feel as if I have been infected. Besides, they 
are so prim and so delicate. You are not delicate, are you, liebchen?" 

"No," Rachel gasped, more and more terrified with each passing second. 

"Gutt! Come here!" 

Standing, Rachel walked over to him and looked at his cruel handsome face, 
with the straight nose and the mocking eyes. His teeth were crooked and a 
little brown from having smoked too much. Even now he was lighting another 
cigarette after putting it in the long, thin cigarette holder. 

Von Teich walked around her, slowly peeling the robe from her body, letting 
it fall on the floor. He stared at the way her breasts, now rid of the last 
vestige of baby fat, stood up so roundly. The tips of her nipples were pink 
buds waiting to be massaged into glowing rubies. Yes, the hard life had been 
good for Rachel's body, giving it the roundness it needed to be perfect. 

"I like pink nipples," Von Teich told her. "I like them very much. I like 
them even better when they harden and turn a glowing red. Did you know a 
nipple can glow just like the tip of my cigarette?" 

"1 didn't know that," Rachel gasped. 

"Ach ja!" he laughed, and slowly, very slowly brought the glowing tip of his 
cigarette to within three inches of Rachel's left nipple. 

Rachel took a deep breath and held it. This made her breasts stand out even 
more. She stood very still, not daring to move as Von Teich let his 
suspenders slide off his shoulders. Then he brought the tip of his cigarette 
to within an inch of her nipple. Anxiety flooded Rachel as she felt the heat 
from the cigarette starting to burn the nipple. It was starting to hurt, but 
deep down inside, Rachel was feeling something else. She was feeling 
excitement. Something was happening to her, inside. Perhaps it was because 
of the rough treatment she had received from Albert Kalascz. The very 
roughness of his treatment had caused her to inwardly understand that such 
treatment preceded the pleasure she would receive from being fucked. And her 
mind had accepted the fact, almost immediately, that the more that a man 
hurt her, the more enjoyment she would eventually receive. Though her body 
believed this, her mind was not yet ready to accept it, and the sight of the 
burning cigarette, an inch from her nipple, sending burning pains through 
her, made her start and shiver. And the shiver, coursing through her body 
made Von Teich smile. The sadist in him enjoyed the fearful reactions of 
women. Even more enjoyable was the actual dealing of pain. 

As Rachel stared, he moved the cigarette closer and closer. When he touched 
it to her nipple, she didn't believe it. At first there was nothing, and 
then there was agonizing pain. 

"Eeeeyyyiiiii!" she screamed, jumping away. 

"No, Llebchen," he told her, and smacked her face with his free hand. "You 
must not back away. You must endure it. That is what makes it so much fun... 
seeing you endure it. Those fragile Jewish pigs couldn't take pain. They are 
an inferior breed of people. They are weak. They are not like Aryans Now you 
claim not to be Jewish. Well this is something you will have to prove to me. 
Lie down!" 

"Where?" Rachel asked, whimpering. 

"On the table, of course," he said, pointing to a long table with a bowl of 
fruit in the center. It was artificial wax fruit, and when he swept the bowl 
off with his arm, the fruit broke as it hit the floor. 

Rachel hoisted her naked body onto the wooden table as Von Teich went to a 
nearby bureau in the room. 

"Why can't we use the bed?" Rachel asked. 

"After you have proven you are worthy of sleeping in a bed, we will use the 
bed with regularity." Von Teich replied. "For now, you will lie on the 
table." 

Rachel stared as Von Teich opened the drawer, dipped his hand in, and came 
out with a weird assortment of different objects. They all looked like 
earrings, except the earscrews seemed much too large. 

Tugging her thighs wide apart, Von Teich took the first object and Rachel 
felt her right labius being tugged away from the center of her gash as Von 
Teich began screwing the object tighter and tighter. He had her labius 
trapped in the screw and was pulling it against her right thigh. 

"Wunderbar!" Von Teich smiled as the girl gritted her teeth in pain. The 
pulling sensation was agonizing, and Rachel feared the screw might actually 
tear into her flesh. Now he pulled her left labius to the side and began 
screwing it against her left thigh. Her vaginal lips were so far apart, 
Rachel thought a steam locomotive might fit inside. 

Now Von Teich began attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them on 
the same way. The pain was even more acute as he screwed the rings on so 
tight, her nipples were each compressed. She clenched her teeth, refusing to 
scream. She had to survive. 

Von Teich next took some cord and bound her wrists to the legs of the table, 
stretching her arms over her head. The cord was thin, and it cut into her 
flesh, letting her know, the more she struggled, the more it would hurt. 

Next, he bound her ankles to her thighs with her knees straight up in the 
air. Then he attached a loop to one knee, ran the rope under the table and 
ran it around the other knee, preventing her from clamping her knees, and 
her thighs, together. 

"Now, liebchen," he told her, as she lay there, her body distorted, pain 
cramping her muscles, more pain running through her nipples and labia, "we 
start to haff some fun, ja?" 

As she watched, Von Teich undressed. What she saw astounded her. In the 
boxcar she had not been able to see Albert's penis at all, and Yakov's had 
looked much smaller than Albert's had felt. But Von Teich sported something 
the size of a pole she had seen outside a barber shop in her village. The 
only thing missing was the red and white stripes. And she realized he 
intended plunging that invasive organ into her. She also noticed he hadn't 
gagged her. A true sadist, he wanted to hear all her screams. 

With his left hand, the naked Von Teich picked up his riding crop, and 
before Rachel realized what he was doing, he brought it down hard between 
her thighs, the leather thong striking her clitoris. 

"Eeeeyyyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed, writhing insanely as the unexpected pain 
tore through her body 

The crop struck a second time, but off to her left slightly, bruising the 
interior of her labius. Then it burned into the flesh other right labius. 
The pulling of the screws on her labia intensified the pain even more. Her 
buttocks bounced wildly on the table but tied down as she was, she was 
unable to move. Nor was she able to clamp her thighs together. He continued 
striking her tender flesh, whipping it again and again raising welts, then 
causing the delicate tissues to open and reveal tiny little cracks of blood. 

"Ja, this is much fun," Von Teich laughed, and now began bringing his riding 
crop down on her soft, flat, white belly. He raised a series of red welts, 
many of which began bleeding, and still he continued whipping her. Rachel 
felt the crop flick between her thighs again, this time stinging her 
buttocks, whipping them unmercifully. 

"Beg for mercy," Von Teich screamed. "Beg, like all the Jews. Beg! Beg! Beg! 
Maybe I will show you mercy." 

The fires of hell raged through Rachel, but she knew begging was not what 
this man wanted. Too often he had seen women yielding to his wants and 
needs. No, this time he was aching for defiance. Even if it caused her to 
feel more pain now, Rachel knew it was the only thing left to save her life. 
Even then, the agonizing flames of pain hid tingles of delight, and each 
time Von Teich brought his riding crop down between her thighs, the thrill 
grew while the pain seemed more-and more deadened. 

Rachel knew it was the rape of her body by Albert Kalascz that had made her 
discover this streak of hidden masochism. Had it not been for Kalascz, all 
her pain, all her agony would be enhanced tenfold, while she would be 
feeling no enjoyment at all. And she would be begging for release, and the 
only kind of release in this hellhole was death. 

"Beg!" Von Teich screamed, now using the riding crop on the tips of her 
nipples, hitting them as they remained squeezed between the screw he had 
applied to them. 

"Never!" she screamed. "I'll never beg. Go on and do your worst. You can't 
hurt me." 

"Ach du lieber!" Von Teich screamed. "Du ist ein wunderbar kunt... you are a 
wonderful cunt." 

He threw his naked form on top of her bleeding body as she lay on the table, 
his mouth hungrily searching for hers. And when his mouth found hers, he bit 
hard, chewing on her lips, drawing blood. 

"No, no, no!" Rachel screamed. "I don't want your mouth profaning mine." 

"So, you have not had enough," Von Teich said smirking. And he brought the 
flat of his left hand against her right cheek, then backhanded her left 
cheek. Rachel felt the heat of his slaps, but there was no longer pain 
connected with them. Now there was a wonderful heat naming through her. In 
her belly the fires of hell turned to licking tongues of delight. 

"So Fraulein Rachel, it is your wish to be fucked like a wild woman. So be 
it, then. I shall make your wish to come true." 

Her body squirmed and strained under his moving hands as he sank his tongue 
into her mouth. She had been given a breath freshener before he had arrived, 
and now he tasted it as he lapped at her tongue and she attempted to bite 
his. His tongue escaped her teeth then returned to attack every pink ridge 
and hollow within. Her short hair was gripped by one of his large hands, 
while his other hand reached beneath her and squeezed her tortured, bleeding 
buttocks. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded asscheeks only 
served to inflame the lust she felt building higher and higher. 

The sounds coming from Rachel's mouth might have been screams had his tongue 
not been blocking the way. In fact, Von Teich wanted to believe they were 
screams, and kept his tongue plunged as far in as possible, for if he found 
they were moans of ecstasy at this point, the entire illusion would be 
ruined for him. 

Rachel tasted his saliva in her throat, and though she wanted to regurgitate 
simply from the knowledge it was his sputum, the flames of licentious 
thrills built higher and higher. Her body knew nothing about Nazis. It did 
know about pain and the wonderfully erotic sensations pain brought with it. 
Her body wanted more agony and ecstasy, and if this German was the means for 
her to receive that agony and ecstasy, then by all means let him do what had 
to be done. Feeling his hot breath in her nostrils, Rachel thought, Yes, 
yes, he's going to do it, he's going to fuck me. 

The pressure of the screws on her labia and nipples now made her flush with 
vibrant desire. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew a cock as 
big as the one sported by Von Teich would stretch her vaginal terminal to 
the limits, but the pain would make it all that much more exciting. Her 
orgasm would be greater than ever. 

Rachel felt shocking thrills surge through her as Von Teich pushed his 
massive dork into her belly, grinding his hips licentiously as he moved them 
in a rotary motion. The heated red, uncircumcised head of his shaft was 
dripping hot liquid onto her belly, and it inflamed her all the more. The 
tears streaming from her eyes were of lust and desire as she gasped with her 
mouth still clogged with his tongue. Her head throbbed with wonderment as 
she knew the delicious fulfillment was only moments away. 

"You are beautiful," Von Teich gasped, pulling his mouth from hers. "You are 
the most beautiful woman I have ever met. And so far you are not a 
disappointment. All the others, the Jews, the so-called hot-blooded gypsies, 
and even the German girls are all disappointments. If you can enjoy all this 
as you seem to be, you are a hundred times more of a woman than all of them 
put together. And ja, I believe it when you say you are no Jew. No Jew can 
react this way They are all lumps of clay who let me use them once. Once is 
too much. With a one such as you, I need never use the Jews again. Let them 
all go to the showers and then fly up the chimney." 

His mouth was all over her face, kissing her lips her cheeks, her eyelids, 
and her throat. And though her body reveled in all of it, the touch of the 
man's mouth and his hands made Rachel feel disgust. The pain he was causing 
her was welcome when compared to his hands and lips. He let his fingers 
travel over her body again and again, tweaking her bleeding nipples, using 
the flat of his palm to massage her outstretched clitoris, feeling the heat 
emanating from it where his riding crop had slammed against it again and 
again. 

Hate filled Rachel's mind. She hated and loathed this man beyond belief. And 
yet, his kisses which disgusted her aroused her body, and the caresses she 
detested, made her physical self even hotter. What she enjoyed most was the 
pain. It was her punishment for allowing herself to be made love to by such 
a beastly individual. And she deserved every bit of the pain because her 
body loved all that was happening to her. She wanted this cruel, Aryan scum 
to enter her and fill her with his seed. 

Her large, melon-shaped breasts heaved up and down as his fingers pulled on 
her compressed nipples. She bit at him, only to have him slap her. And he 
reveled in hurting her, knowing she loved the pain. Her buttocks thumped 
wildly on the table, her ankles straining to free themselves from the ropes 
that held them against her thighs. Even that pain filled her with a perverse 
delight. 

And then he was sitting on her chest, pressing against the balloons of her 
tits with his asscheeks as he dangled his penis in her face, saying, "I want 
you should have a good look at it. I want you should see what is about to 
enter you and pierce your interior. Tell me, are you a virgin?" 

"Do you want me to be?" she asked. 

"Nein!" he snapped. "All young Jewesses here are virgins. They think their 
cunts are too holy to be used before they marry. When will they realize they 
are inferior animals, the poor fools." 

Rachel stared at the huge hunk of gristle dangling above her face. She had 
to admit it was a prominent cock. It was truly large, so much larger than 
that of Albert Kalascz. 

"I am not a virgin," she whispered, her heated breath covering the underside 
of the throbbing, pulsing, swollen penis. 

Rachel stared at its whiteness. She wondered if all penises were this white. 
The only penis she had really seen had belonged to Yakov, and in the dimness 
she had been unable to decide just what its color was. She had assumed it 
was the same color as the rest of his body. But with Von Teich it wasn't so. 
True, he had fair skin. But his penis was white, an albino color. It had a 
multitude of blue veins winding its way through the shaft, and because of 
its whiteness, she was able to see every blood vessel inside. She noted the 
way the bright red cap, aptly resembling the helmet of a German soldier, 
twitched and swelled and seemingly mushroomed each time a little drop of 
lubricant came seeping out. 

"I am pleased to hear this," Von Teich nodded. "Virgins do not know how to 
move. They make me do all the work, and when I do, I do not enjoy it as 
much. More and more I am convinced you are not Jewish." 

"But I am not willingly yours, either," she snapped venomously knowing it 
would arouse the sadist in him again. And the masochist in her wanted him to 
hurt her, the more she would be able to justify the enjoyment she felt when 
he finally did shove his massive cock into the anxious depths of her tight 
pussy. 

"You are a true glutton for punishment," Von Teich snapped. 

"I may be yours to execute," she told him "I may even be yours to torture 
and rape, but there's no way on earth you will make me enjoy your touch." 

Rachel was screaming at him, now, and in her mind there was a vision of the 
two of them coupling, joining their naked bodies in an angry, panting 
battle. Lying here his way, with her genitals exposed and her arms tied, 
there was no way for her to gain some measure of vengeance during the act of 
fucking. Yet to ask him to release her was tantamount to telling him to tie 
her tighter. She had to trick him into releasing her arms and untying her 
ankles. 

"So the little doll dares to chastise her commandant and tell him he cannot 
make her enjoy his touch? This is foolish, and you know it. I have ways of 
arousing any kind of sensation I wish in you." 

"You call yourself a man, yet you sneer bravely at me only because my hands 
and feet are tied." 

"Ach! Sweet liebchen, you wish to be untied, is that it?" 

"Don't bother. To do that means you'll have to watch out for my hands." 

"And you don't believe I can overcome you? I shall undo the ropes holding 
you, but you are not to take off any of the screws. They are to remain on 
until I decide otherwise." 

"Or until I wear you out and you can't tell me not to take them off. And 
when that time comes, I'll take them and screw them onto your penis." 

"So," he laughed, untying her arms, then undoing the ropes from around her 
ankles. "You think you can tie screws to my penis, eh," And then he was on 
her, once more pressing his knees into her arms, reaching down and grabbing 
her short hair with both hands. "Shall I tell you what you will do first, my 
little non-Jewish bitch? You will take my cock into your mouth and you will 
suck on it until I tell you to stop. And when I tell you to stop, and only 
then, you will stop. None of these Jewish women know how to suck properly, 
anyway. I am curious to see if your mouth can suck as well as your body can 
endure the delightful tortures I am foisting on it. I am going to ram the 
entire length of my cock down your throat. And if you strangle to death, 
that is your problem." 

"No!" Rachel gasped, remembering how foul-smelling Yakov's cock had been. 
"Put that monstrosity in my mouth and I'll bite it off. I'll bite it off!" 

This was one of the things she hadn't bargained for. But even as she 
determinedly denied him, she knew full well she would do it. She would do it 
and pretend to relish it, if only to stay alive. She would do anything to 
stay alive at this point in time, no matter how depraved it seemed... no 
matter how obscene. 

Rachel's face was wet, streaked with perspiration, but for the first time in 
many months it was clean perspiration. Her short brown hair was fanned out 
on the table under her in untidy, uneven lengths. She saw the hungry stare 
in the wolf-like eyes of Von Teich and knew he wanted her more than ever. 
Though she had no idea why, she knew she was totally different from all the 
other women he had ever known. She was winning, and winning was important, 
since losing meant losing everything; especially her life. 

His knees pressed into her arm muscles as he leaned forward, taking the 
weight of his buttocks off her compressed nipples. His one hand twined its 
fingers in her hair and twisted, while his other hand tightly gripped his 
cock and aimed the large red, almost glowing head at her tightly closed 
lips. He prodded those pretty lips with the tip of his thrusting cock, and a 
few drops of sticky lubricant came seeping out, smearing itself on her 
mouth. And then the hand holding her hair tugged her head upward, letting 
his hard cock rub against those sweet lips. 

"Open your mouth, liebchen," he commanded, his voice heavy with menace, once 
again glorying in the total mastery of the situation flowing wildly through 
him. Von Teich stared down to see his penis trembling with anticipation with 
its veins standing out in a lacey network just under the surface of his 
dead-white skin. Ja! It was a pleasure to fuck them in the mouth, Jewish or 
not. A woman was always in the need of being mastered, and a true mastery 
was making a woman suck until he said otherwise. Ja! He wanted to cram the 
entire length down her throat until her lips were being scrubbed by his 
short, curly pelvic hairs. Ach! It was always such a pleasure to fuck their 
mouths, first. This way they were made humble. And he would humble this one, 
too. 

Rachel was still staring at the massive cock, seeing it with a mixture of 
fascination and repulsion. Her eyes were almost crossed in concentration, as 
her body perspired and the salt from the perspiration seeped into the many 
hundreds of tiny wounds created by his riding crop. Fresh surges of 
delicious pain charged through Rachel as her wounds stung her, reminding her 
it was more than a sexual thrill. But at the moment, her body was only 
interested in the sexual enjoyment. It totally ignored the pain, itself. 

God! The German's cock was so immense, so huge, so much larger than Yakov's 
had been, and each time it pulsed some more of the colorless liquid seeped 
from the head. 

"Come, come, sweet pigeon," Von Teich snapped. "You must do as you're told. 
Take my cock in your mouth and start sucking on it. Take all of it, every 
last inch, and swallow it until there is nothing left." 

Rachel's mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out. To further 
aggravate the man at this point was to undo everything she had fought to 
gain. For six weeks she had lived in an inferno of nightmares. This, by 
comparison, even if it was with a German Nazi pig, was heaven compared to 
the inner agonies her mind had suffered. Mental anguish was something she 
was not able to endure as easily as physical pain. So even if this was a 
kind of nightmare, it was pleasant compared to what she had been through. 
Here, in this room, there was heat. Here there would be food. Here there 
were no lice, no women with whom to fight for a scrap of potato peel or 
melon rind. 

Rachel's head was jerking up again, and her mouth opened wide in total 
submission. She knew full well he would send her to her death if she 
displeased him in anything. She was in an insane world, living from moment 
to moment, and until sanity was restored, she had to go on doing whatever 
was possible in order to survive. 

"Ja, ja, ja," Von Teich murmured reassuringly. "Take it in those lovely 
little hands of yours, sweet Rachel. Feel it! Feel all the strength it has. 
Curl your fingers around the base and leave the head free so you can lick 
it." 

As he spoke, one of his hands reached back, and he grabbed her tiny clitoris 
between his thumb and forefinger, and he began cruelly twisting it. Thinking 
he would have to tie a screw onto that clit the next time. He twisted 
harder, hearing the girl sigh with pain, and it filled him with delight to 
know she enjoyed the pain. 

Rachel held the throbbing wang tightly in her fist, seeing more than six 
inches still extend from where she was grabbing it. Slowly, very slowly she 
brought the red mushroom to her lips and she let them slowly surround and 
cover the red helmet, carefully sucking it against her tongue and palate. 

"Ach! Gott! Got in Himmel!" the Nazi captain gasped. 

The German's fingers tightened around Rachel's clitoris as her lips 
compressed the head of his between them. The girl felt lightning shoot 
through her and sparks jump from her as the hand continued tightening, ready 
to pull her tiny clit from her body. But even that was not too great a 
sacrifice in order to survive. 

The warmth and wetness of the closing mouth over his throbbing cock sent 
needles of shivering wonder through Herr Hauptmann Von Teich. It was more 
than the mere taking of his cock into her mouth that set the man on fire. It 
was the delight of seeing her mouth moving around the phallic prod without 
having to be told. She was sucking him as a hungry lion might suddenly 
swallow a snake, whole. 

The pain of her clitoris being twisted added a new dimension of delight to 
the thrills coursing through Rachel's quaking body. And the great, pulsing 
wand pushing into her mouth didn't have the dirtiness about it that she had 
smelled and tasted with Yakov. It was clean and sweet and the skin-covering 
was as velvety soft as a kitten's ear. Rachel sighed, happy to be filling 
her mouth with the huge serpent of cock, and the vibration made Von Teich's 
prick tingle. Her lips pursed tightly around the corona, and she made 
sucking sounds as she licked at the underside with her tongue. Her mouth 
ovaled and she began taking more of the magnificent tool between her hungry 
lips. God! The cock tasted better than food. Now her hands moved lower and 
filled themselves with the German's bloated testicles. She cupped them in 
her palm, fondling them, hefting their weight. 

"Ach du lieber, mein Gott!" the German gasped, feeling a pulling around his 
penile flesh he had never known before. 

For the first time in his life, the thought of dealing pain was not 
uppermost in his mind. His hands released her hair and her clitoris, then 
moved down to cup her face. The sight of this delectably beautiful girl, 
actually sucking his hard cock with a willingness, her face wet with sweat, 
her cheeks stained with tears, caused strongly salacious sensations to 
shudder through him. He stuffed a little more of his rock-hard phallus into 
her oral depths, thrilling to the velvety sensation of her moving tongue, 
and more thrills went careening through him, shooting from his groin to his 
brain and back again. Gott! So far this had to be the most singularly 
wunderbar female he had ever known. If her cunt was as good as her mouth, 
then he would have finally found the woman he had been seeking. Ja! She was 
everything sexual a man could want. He saw the hungry look in her eyes and 
he knew she wasn't doing this out of fear. Nein! She was enjoying it. She 
was enjoying the pain he had caused, and she was enjoying his pleasure. Ach! 
This woman would stay with him... if... she passed one more test. If she 
fucked as encitlngly as she sucked. 

Rachel's hands caressed the Nazi's wrinkled sac almost as if by instinct, 
letting her long nails graze against the underside of the wrinkled skin as 
strange delights continued coursing through her body. She had no name for 
this wonderful sensation continuing to thrill her. She even felt her own 
body come to life faintly as she realized she was reveling in both pain and 
pleasure. No, her body was already wildly alive. It was her mind that was 
first coming to life as she realized she had indeed found a way out for 
herself if she continued being careful. Playing with a German was like 
playing with a gun with a hair trigger. As long as one was certain where the 
gun was aimed, one had complete control of the situation. The more she 
sucked, the more she wanted to suck. She deliberately plunged her head 
forward, letting him know she wanted him to make good his threat by plugging 
every last inch of penis down her gullet. 

The girl felt him ease his knees off her cramped arms as he smoothed his 
thumbs across her cheeks. The girl was still unable to understand why she 
was enjoying all this so much but she was. The weight, the heft, the bulk of 
the heavy penis clogging her mouth was sending shockwave after shockwave 
through her. Rachel suddenly realized she was feeling miniature versions of 
the orgasm she had enjoyed with Al Kalascz as they rocketed through her, one 
after the other. The mere sucking of a penis was doing this to her, because 
the thick wang was rubbing something in her gullet as it pushed farther and 
farther in. Had her circumstances not been so dire, Rachel realized she 
would still enjoy sucking a cock. No, no, that wasn't true. It was because 
of these dire circumstances she was doing this. If she was still living at 
home, her father would kill her if she tried anything like this. 

"Ja! Ja!" Von Teich shouted, slapping her face with his hands, rhythmically 
hitting her cheeks hard, making them burn a bright red as her mouth 
continued sucking the phallic extension from between his thighs. 

Rachel nodded faintly as her mouth continued pulling more of his throbbing 
putz between her lips. It had felt nice enough with only the plum-like head 
inside, letting her tongue roll over and under the massive minaret, but now 
she was sucking it as if it was a piece of cane sugar. 

Just why Rachel wanted to continue masticating the massive organ was 
something she didn't quite yet understand. She did know she was enjoying it; 
reveling in the very perversity of it. His slapping her face continually as 
she sucked added zest to everything. The girl was enjoying this sodomizing 
of her mouth almost as much as she thrilled to the final culmination the day 
Al Kalascz had raped her. The pulsating length was wildly sliding in and out 
of her mouth, keeping time to the way Von Teich continued slapping her. The 
pulsating length was wildly sliding in and out of her mouth, keeping time to 
the way Von Teich continued slapping her. She was warming to what she was 
doing, no longer thinking of it as a matter of life and death, but rather as 
something wonderfully pleasant. Most important was the fact that her mind no 
longer associated the hard cock in her mouth with the man attached to it. 
She wasn't trying to please him so much as she was attempting to make 
herself happy by using that length of flesh hose. She wanted every last 
little inch crammed all the way into her gullet. The rubbing movement was 
touching nerve-endings in her throat she had no idea existed, and she was 
continually feeling one minor crisis after another as the penile head 
continued its friction. 

"Ach... ja... more... more... more..." the Nazi captain yelled, continuing 
to slap her face. But the slaps against her cheeks, hard and stinging as 
they were, only enhanced the orgasmic sensations in Rachel's body. The 
harder he slapped her, the more pressure her mouth exerted. The stronger she 
sucked, the more Von Teich was thrilled. 

Rachel found her mouth sucking more and more and more furiously, increasing 
the pressure of her lips even more around the massive phallus filling her 
mouth and gullet on each instroke. It crammed its way to the back of her 
mouth and pushed right into her pharynx not bothering to wait for the 
esophagus to stretch and fit around his thrusting pike. It crammed right 
into her tonsils and would have gone down her throat into her belly had it 
been long enough. 

The girl's long, slender fingers continued surrounding his testicles, 
squeezing and pumping them now, creating new feelings for him, making him 
thrill all the more to the way her mouth enveloped his thrusting cock. Hr 
lips were like leeches, clinging so tightly at times there seemed to be no 
movement. Yet her tongue continued teasing the underside of the hard prick, 
making the Nazi captain shudder as never before. No woman had ever given his 
cock such loving. Most of the women choked and sputtered, and Von Teich had 
even strangled two gypsies with his cock, thoroughly enjoying the way they 
had died with their throats tightly constricting around the head of his 
long, fat penis 

Rachel was unable to believe the way she was reacting. This was supposed to 
be something she had wanted over and done with, theoretically doing it 
simply to please the hauptmann and keep herself alive. But she realized this 
was something so totally and thoroughly enjoyable, it was as if she were 
deriving nourishment from merely sucking on the cannon-like barrel. 
Licentious heat was burning through her naked, whipped, beaten self, and the 
screws applied to her nipples made her breasts tingle with excitement. 

Those holding her labial folds back caused her hot cunt to itch with the 
desire for that massive penis. Her feet stretched out behind the hauptmann, 
beating on the table in time, to the way his huge cock slid in and out of 
her sucking mouth. Von Teich was bent forward, his palms gripping the edge 
of the table as he dug his knees into the wood on either side of her head 
and thrust his mighty wang into her hungering throat without letup. 

"Nein!" Von Teich insisted, suddenly sitting up and purposely yanking the 
entire length of his thrusting tool from the wet, wonderful confines of 
Rachel's mouth. He slid backwards, letting his throbbing cock leave a trail 
of lubricant down her throat and between her breasts as he saw how swollen 
and large her pinched nipples had become. He stopped and used the head of 
his cock to draw circles around her nipples, leaving trails of the colorless 
oil seeping there-from. 

Rachel wondered how her mind allowed her to feel anything for this monster. 
She had accepted the fact that she would try and make him want her so much, 
he would keep her alive. But that she, herself, would fall into the same 
trap was unbelievable. Her teeth clenched with hate for herself, and still 
the needles of lustful pleasure continued shooting through her. It was as if 
all the sensuous cells in her body were sewn together in a garment of total 
ecstasy. 

"Ohhhhh!" the girl moaned, as he reached behind and once again tweaked her 
clitoris. 

She wanted to reject this man in her mind, but she found herself incapable 
of thinking of anything other than the pleasure she was receiving. The only 
sounds she seemed capable of making were the panting verbalizations of 
enjoyment caused by his cruelty to her. She thrilled to the pressure of his 
penile head circling her breasts, repeatedly. 

And then she gasped as Von Teich leaned down and sucked her nipple, 
screw-attachment and all, into his mouth, biting on the bloody, swollen tip 
of her breast, even chewing on it. He bit down until Rachel wanted to 
scream, but not from pain. 

The sheer thrill of his teeth chewing on her nipple sent another orgasmic 
thrill shooting through her. Rising waves of overpowering delight took total 
possession of her and she found herself enjoying another orgasm. The hot, 
slippery fluid gushed from her vagina onto the table as her pulled-back 
vaginal lips spurted droplets of blood where the screws were cutting into 
them. Rachel wanted to scream, feeling waves of continual orgasmic thrills 
shudder through her traitorous body as the man continued licking his very 
lubrication from her body white sucking her nipples. Her teeth chewed 
harder, gnawing the hard nipples until they were screaming, reverberating 
points of vibrating rapture. The echoes trembled through her mind and 
vibrated through the entire length of her body. She realized she was no 
longer repulsed by the idea of sucking cock, but rather wanted... ached to 
do so with all her being. The German's depraved mouth, sucking his own 
lubrication from her flesh, made it all that much more pruriently exciting. 

Von Teich gathered Rachel in his arms at that moment, jamming his mouth 
tightly against hers, his tongue plunging deep inside and joining hers in a 
mad, passionate kiss. The frenzy of their lovemaking completely overtook 
them as their tongues darted back and forth between mouths, seeking out 
every hidden nook and cranny, dueling like Prussian rapiers. At last, the 
Nazi tore his mouth from that of the young girl, and said, "Ja! You are the 
woman for whom I haff been waiting all this time. Ach! We will haff 
wonderful times together." 

Slowly, very slowly, the hauptmann inched his way down her spread, open 
white fleshed body, his lips trailing kisses and licks as he went, once 
again allowing his mouth to savor the swollen shapes of her pinched nipples, 
then biting her belly and chewing his way down toward her pelvis, where 
strands of her growing pubic hair caught in his teeth. His mouth kept moving 
lower until it reached the wide-open gap of her Garden of Eden. The labial 
screws still held her inner cuntlips peeled back, leaving lots of room for 
his mouth to work, and work it did. Like a lethal needle his tongue shot out 
and stabbed into the girl's creaming depths. Rachel, feeling the pressure of 
the screws on her labia, shuddered with delight as the wet, slick tongue 
tasted her leakage again and again. It moved over the many tiny cuts in her 
membraneous tissue, stretching the wounds, making them hurt. But as the pain 
traveled through Rachel, so did one series of orgiastic thrills after 
another. There was no doubt now that genital pain brought savage delight. 

"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" the young girl gasped, feeling sensations she didn't 
believe existed as the wet tongue worked in and out of her seething cunt 
with repeated strokes. It was a totally different feeling from a cock, and 
every bit as enjoyable. If this was perversion, then Rachel knew she was 
perverse. She had no idea how long she would live, or whether or not she 
would survive the ordeal of this death camp, but if she did, and if she ever 
married, it would have to be to a man with an educated mouth, who lapped her 
cunt and allowed her to suck his cock. God! She had wanted to suck the cock 
until she had made Von Teich come, but no, the German didn't want that. 

"And now, mein fraulein," Von Teich laughed. "We do what the French call the 
piece-de-resistance." 

The man raised his head and crawled up between her thighs, once more 
nibbling her breasts as he did so. The sharpness of his teeth made Rachel 
feel another mini-climax, causing her wide-open cunt to spurt another glob 
of heavy lubriciousness all over the table. Some of it splattered on Von 
Teich's cock. 

"Yes," Rachel gasped. "Oh yes, yes, fill me with it." 

With a single mighty lunge, the German sank his beating, aching schlong to 
the hilt, straight into the wide-open, gaping maw of her seething vagina. 
Once past the pulled-apart inner lips, the penis had to literally force its 
way in, widening her tunnel, pouring in until it hit bottom, bouncing 
against her cervix. The weighty cock was sheathed like a hand in a 
custom-made calfskin glove. Her cunt was so tight around his throbbing dork, 
the German thought the circulation in his member would be cut off. The Nazi 
knew, even if she was no virgin, this girl had not been used much. That was 
good, too. She had been broken in just enough not to complain when he thrust 
his cock into her to the balls, but her cunt was so tight, there was a 
delicious expression of pain on her face as his prong widened her interior. 
She was tight, very tight, and it was like sinking his hard cock into 
melting butter. 

"Huuuunnnhhh!" Rachel gasped, once again thinking her body had been divided 
into two separate, equal halves... the long way. The pressure was 
inconceivable inside her, and the girl thought she would surely faint with 
the combination of agony and wonder she felt as the enormous, solid lance of 
muscle and blood vessels plunged as far into her as possible with the first 
attack. It was as if someone had shoved a metal ramrod into her, stiffening 
her for a moment, and it felt so long, she wondered if she'd be sucking on 
the head of his hard cock as it came up through her belly. 

"Ach Gott!" Von Teich gasped, and then clamped his mouth against that of the 
girl, his tongue plunging into her open oral tunnel, trying to touch the 
back part of her throat. He shuddered as Rachel's vaginal muscles clung to 
him for dear life. Even with her labia tugged wide open by screws Von Teich 
had applied, her cuntal walls squeezed tightly together, squeezing like two 
sheets of elastic overlapping, convulsing and crushing and contorting around 
the inthrust pole. She was as close to being virginal as was possible for a 
girl who was not a virgin. Her hot cunt was tight, almost strangling his 
cock as it constricted around it. 

Rachel's sore, whipped buttocks rubbed against the wooden table beneath as 
she unconsciously attempted to back away from the penis that had been thrust 
into her. It stretched her far more than did the weapon of Albert Kalascz, 
and the pain was excruciating, at the very least. Her mind felt this was 
acceptable torture, and so she reveled in the pain, knowing this was the way 
she was being made to pay for fighting for her life with her body. She was 
totally pierced; nailed to the wooden table by that massive spike intruding 
through her vaginal causeway. The way it forced her inner walls to separate 
made her think she was completely divided, now. God! This experience was 
everything she had expected, and more. For matching each agony was a thrill 
beyond description, making her feel heated and aroused, building her to 
greater and greater heights. 

Easing back a little, Von Teich flexed his hairy buttocks and sent his hard 
cock jerking back into her like a spring-driven blade. And as his cock 
stabbed into her bubbling pussy, his tongue plunged into the cavern of her 
tender mouth. She bubbled and gurgled with a mixture of pain and passion, 
arousing the wolflike animal in Von Teich all the more. Her sounds gurgled 
into his mouth, enhancing the sensation of power all the more. Her hands 
gripped his shoulders, her long nails digging into his flesh as she strained 
and squirmed, working her tight cunt around his hard cock in the hope of 
making herself a little looser. Each time she felt the massive cock retreat 
from the confines of her feminine oven, hot breath came roaring from her 
enlarged nostrils. The hugeness of his stroking penis let her feel 
everything against all walls at once as he continued stabbing mercilessly 
into her. He would pull all the way back, letting the helmeted red glans 
rest in the widely stretched opening of her vagina, then he would throw all 
his strength into a lunge and once again bury himself inside her, filling 
her more completely than even she had dreamed possible. He continued lancing 
his meat in again and again, setting a beat which she soon picked up. 
Verdammt! The girl was so wonderfully tight and clasping. In and out he 
probed through her membranes, his balls churning and ready to boil over with 
the seething sperm they contained. Though he had fucked five other females 
in the past five days, the nearness of this particular girl made him 
understand he was all set to unload a tremendous amount of semen. Ja! She 
was special. She was very special. Her mouth, her cunt-and he was willing to 
bet even her ass-was special. Ach! This was one he intended keeping as long 
as she remained this good. 

Rachel was aware of his hands gripping her burning buttocks. He was pulling 
her buttocks up, levering her body higher so he could stroke into her more 
fiercely, much the way Al Kalascz had done in the cattle car. But in an 
atmosphere with light, where she was able to see and admire his naked body, 
where her own body was finally clean and his was scented with cologne, it 
was all so much better. His hard cock was diving even deeper into the heated 
vacuum of her sucking channel. Because her buttocks were lifted higher in 
the air, Rachel dug her elbows into the wooden table and her thighs wrapped 
themselves around him, tugging his throbbing meat even deeper into her 
seething quim. 

"Uhhhh... yesss... yesss... yesss..." Rachel hissed. "Fuck me, keep fucking 
me. I love it... oooooh..." 

"Huuuhhhh... hhhuuuhhhh... hhhhuuuuhhhh..." he gasped with each stroke, 
still not quite able to believe his good fortune, that after all these years 
he had finally found a female whose masochistic lusts allowed him to 
practice the full extent of his sadism. And the more he hurt her, the more 
she loved him for it. Ja! He was indeed fortunate to find such a female. 

Rachel" gasped as he lowered her buttocks, then placed his palms on either 
side of her head and rose on his toes, slamming into her with all the power 
in his body. She thrilled to the building pressure as he mightily screwed 
his pulsating, throbbing, pounding, blood-bloated cock into her glorious 
funnel, making her whimper and gasp, with murmurs of pleasure. 

"Hold me," Rachel begged. "Hold me so tight my bones crack under your manly 
grip. Squeeze me, wonderful man." 

Totally filled with every millimeter of the German's penis, the girl felt 
the wonderful twingeing in her loins, letting her know her orgasm was very, 
very near. Her hip's began a wild rotation as she received him again and 
again. 

The Nazi lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he nailed her his 
spear into the sucking center of Rachel's flooded cunt. Her hot, cuntal 
tunnel bathed his cock with it's lambent, flickering heat as the 
blood-swollen head beat against her cervical opening again and again. He 
flexed his phallus repeatedly, making it swell and bloat as he nailed the 
cudgel into her with consistent thrusts. 

Rachel struggled to climb the long pole again and again, straining to meet 
the pounding of his flesh into her. Her loins lifted to his driving plunges, 
and her thighs tightened around his waist until he thought his bones were 
starting to crack. Her movement forced him to ram home into her with 
flesh-splitting force, filling the mouth of her cunt with the meat of his 
cock. 

"Going to cum," she gasped. "I can feel it. I'm going to cum." 

"Gutt, mein liebchen," he smiled, realizing total victory in having the girl 
come because of the way he was hurting her as well as fucking her. 

"YYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! HHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH... AAARRRGGGHHH..." she 
bellowed, and thrust her tightened pussy against his pelvis, slamming his 
body with violent blows, making him thrill all the more. Never, in all his 
life, had he affected any woman this way. The mere fact that Rachel was so 
affected by him enhanced the sensations in his own body, and as her legs 
locked tightly around him, her hips writhing in a mad dance of joy, the 
hauptmann's huge load rocketed into the girl's straining flesh, charging 
down the narrow tunnel in a mad, frenzied dash as the come-juice bubbled 
from his balls and spewed into her in never-ending bursts. 

Herr Hauptmann Von Teich had always come silently, before, never wanting to 
give the useless women he was with the satisfaction of knowing their vaginas 
had caused him to attain satisfaction of a sort. But this time it was 
different. This fraulein made him feel good, very good. 

"GOTTERRRR DAMMMMERRRRUUUUNNNNGGGG!!!" he bellowed and began thrusting his 
body all the harder into hers, wanting to enjoy every last second before his 
penis lost its stiffness. The Nazi felt as if his cock was being milked of 
his entire life essence. 

Still heaving and gasping, Rachel saw whirling stars explode in her head, 
bursting in the darkest part of her brain. Convulsions shook them repeatedly 
as they clung to one another, continually spasming. Little by little the 
white rain he was pouring into her lessened, until with what sounded like a 
sigh, his soft cock, spit one last fitful drop into her, then sighed its way 
out as the two continued clinging to one another, afraid the world would 
come to an end if they let go. 

 Chapter Four 

Von Teich insisted Rachel move into his quarters with him. He promised her 
he would marry her when the fatherland won its final glorious victory, even 
though Germany was losing ground on all fronts. The Nazi captain was 
completely enamored by Rachel and her ability to more than merely stand 
pain. She actually gloried in it, and this pleased him, for he had enough of 
seeing people fight and scream and attempt to deny pain when he tortured 
them. It was a pleasure to see Rachel glory in the agony he caused her. As a 
result, he also gloried in pain when she did little torturous things to him. 

Rachel hated Von Teich. When they were in bed together, she closed her mind 
to the beast he was, knowing what she was doing was her only means of 
survival. Too, she gloried in the agony she felt, accepting it as just 
punishment for enjoying sex at a time when thousands of people each day were 
marched to their doom, many as a result of direct orders from Von Teich. She 
never went out, not wanting to look at the gloom pervading the atmosphere of 
Auschwitz. It always rained ashes, and Rachel didn't want her flesh touched 
by any of it. The thought of seeing the helpless Jews terrified her. She 
knew they all thought of her as a traitor, sleeping with the man who might 
just as easily have butchered her along with all the others. He might well 
have been responsible for the deaths of her parents. Rachel knew she didn't 
dare ask after them. To Von Teich, family ties were a sign of weakness, and 
weakness was something he tolerated in no one. But Rachel also knew the 
other women were also envious of her, and any of them would have offered 
their souls to be in her place. Survival! That was the key to everything. 

Von Teich's aide, Corporal Howard Brandt, lusted after Rachel, and the young 
girl knew it. He never said a word to her, nor did he attempt to wink at her 
or smile at her, but the girl saw the hungry look on his face each time he 
looked at her. Every now and again Brandt assuaged his hunger with some 
eight or nine-year-old who had just come into the camp and who was scheduled 
for immediate termination. Brandt would always promise them good things to 
make the little girls please him, but once he finished with them, he threw 
them into the gas chambers with all the others. 

Rachel was disgusted with Brandt. He had dark skin and black hair that was 
combed in the style of Hitler. Brandt was even shorter than Von Teich, 
standing at five-feet-four inches in height. He was the man Von Teich used 
to apply all the instruments of torture to the various Jews. 

It was exactly one week since Rachel had become Von Teich's mistress, and 
Von Teich had received orders requiring him to leave camp for the next 
forty-eight hours. Rachel wanted to go with him, but Von Teich told her the 
orders were for him to come alone. She would be able to stay inside his 
quarters in comfort. Von Teich insisted Brandt see to her every comfort. 
Brandt merely nodded. He never smiled, not even when torturing his victims. 
Brandt didn't know how to smile. 

When the captain was gone, Brandt came into Von Teich's quarters and nodded 
to Rachel. 

"For the next forty-eight hours, you are mine, fraulein," he told her. "If 
one word of what passes between us reaches Hauptmann Von Teich, I will see 
to it you are hanged in front of all the other women. They will cheer to see 
your body dangling at the end of a rope and will not hesitate to tear out 
your liver and cook it so they can eat it." 

"What makes you so certain Von Teich won't believe me if I tell him you 
raped me?" Rachel asked, despising the man more and more. 

"Fraulein, fraulein, you are foolish. Von Teich will believe me if only 
because I am a German and you are not." 

Rachel had no idea whether or not Brandt was telling the truth, but she knew 
she didn't want to risk it. Survival, that was the key to everything, and if 
keeping Brandt happy for twenty-four or forty-eight hours was the only way 
for her to survive, she would do so. She knew Brandt might have her hanged 
before Von Teich returned, and there would be no way for her to tell the 
captain her side of the story. 

"Very well," she told him. "What is it you want from me?" 

"Your body," Brandt insisted. "I want your cunt, your mouth, and 1 even want 
your asshole. And if you hold back, if you stint, believe me fraulein, I 
will know it. And I will have you terminated." 

"I understand," Rachel nodded. 

"You are in charge, Kaporal Brandt," Rachel agreed. "What is it you want me 
to do?" 

"There must be no new marks." Brandt told her. "If there were, Von Teich 
would see them immediately. He has a sensitive penis, as well, so I cannot 
tear out the tissues in your vagina. But I haff ideas which I think will 
work. To begin with, I want you totally naked. So undress!" 

The last was a biting command, and Rachel knew better than to disobey. All 
Nazis, from the highest to the lowest, believed they had the right to 
command anyone not in a Nazi uniform. And so Rachel took off what she was 
wearing. 

Brandt approached her and for the first time she saw the coiled rope he was 
carrying. He tied her right wrist with one end, then threw the rope over a 
beam above supporting the ceiling, and pulled hard, making Rachel stretch. 
Then he tied the dangling end of the rope to her left wrist, forcing her to 
stand on her toes. From a briefcase he had brought with him, Brandt took 
another coil of rope and proceeded to do the same thing to Rachel's ankles, 
so her entire weight was supported by ropes hanging from the beam overhead. 
Rachel felt strong pain as the ropes cut into her flesh. Her weight, pulling 
down on the ropes, made everything hurt even more. And since this was a 
non-genital pain. Rachel found no pleasure in it. Both wrists and ankles 
were bitten into deeply by the rope, but it was thick rope, designed not to 
leave anything beyond rope burns, and Brandt knew the burns would be gone in 
less than a day. 

Rachel was able to look forward over her peaking breasts, between her thighs 
which were spread wide apart. She watched Brandt undress, and it took a 
certain amount of willpower not to laugh at the puny penis he was sporting. 
It was already erect, with a pinkish head and a brown stem, looking like a 
sick toadstool. 

Going back to the briefcase, Brandt took out what looked like a penis. 

"Haff you ever seen a dildo, fraulein?" he asked. "It is made to look like a 
man's penis, and is used either by women to imitate what men do, or by men 
like myself, who are not quite as strikingly built as Hauptmann Von Teich. 
Please to notice as I squeeze the bulb attached to the dildo, it does 
strange things. For instance, a part of it swells and enlarges, creating 
what appears to be little bumps. The bumps apply pressure inside you, 
straining your tissues without actually tearing into them. And, if I fill 
the dildo with water first, your entire vaginal area, or your anal area, is 
bloated with water." 

"You'll flood the entire floor," Rachel gasped. 

"Not so," Brandt told her. "Please to notice the little collar at the end of 
the dildo... the end near me as I would wear it," he told her. "It is 
designed to hermetically seal your vagina so the water inside continues 
swelling and enlarging your hole. If I were to use an entire dildo filled 
with water, the pressure would eventually crack your pelvis and tear your 
flesh to pieces. But since you are Von Teich's favorite, I cannot do that. 
So I will have to settle for enjoying myself by inflicting pain through 
water pressure." 

As Rachel watched, Brandt filled the dildo half-full with ice water. But 
instead of wrapping it around his waist, he set it aside for the moment. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, trembling, feeling the thick ropes burn her 
wrists even more. 

"I am preparing your vagina for entry," Brandt told her. 

Her body was level with his chest, and he had to lower his mouth to her 
cunt. Rachel, terrified, was dry inside, but the moment his licking tongue 
lanced itself into her hole, she began to respond. Her body automatically 
reacted, even when her mind tried to tell herself not to respond. The tongue 
pushed deeper and deeper into her, working against the upper wall of her 
vagina, never once flicking out to touch her clitoris, which was aching for 
pleasure. Brandt was fully aware her clitoris wanted to feel his oral organ, 
and he purposely withheld his tongue. But he did use the lingual extension 
to deposit saliva into her feminine tunnel, moistening it more and more 
until it was sodden. 

"Excellent," Brandt nodded, and without warning, grabbed the artificial 
penis and forced it into her tight quim. The dildo was even thicker than Von 
Teich, and as a result, began immediately stretching the young girl's cunt 
again. It slammed past the furled lips of her pouting pussy, and like one of 
the wooden light poles outside, it felt almost splintery. The length of it 
butted and bored into her precious socket of femininity, and Rachel saw the 
look of glee on the corporal's face as her own countenance exhibited total 
discomfort. Stark terror filled the girl as she realized Brandt's pleasures 
were not sexual, but derived from the causing of agony. 

Though he never smiled, he thrilled to the idea of hurting people. Unlike 
Von Teich and most of the Nazis, Brandt didn't have to be taught Aryan 
superiority or sadism. To him, there was no such thing as a superior being. 
All beings were inferior, and he happened to be in what he felt was a 
fortunate position where he was able to take advantage of his inner lust to 
deal out pain. Had he lived in peacetime, he would have eventually succumbed 
to his need to torture, and would have eventually been hunted down and 
killed like the mad dog he was. 

Rachel felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared into the glassy eyes of 
this fiend. There was no happiness on his face as he made certain she was 
crammed more full of dildo than she had ever been filled with cock. Her 
tight little inner pussy was severely stretched, the membranes all but 
fighting not to tear. 

"Now, dear fraulein, you will find out what this is all about," Brandt said 
to her as she hung there with her buttocks dangling to the height of his 
pelvis, and her vagina angled upward because of the pull of the ropes on her 
wrists and ankles as she swayed from side to side. "Until now, you and 
Hauptmann Von Teich have indulged in a little love play, ja? The pains and 
the agonies you felt were delightful in that the more pain you felt, the 
more inner satisfaction you received. You are a true masochist, and in time, 
you will learn to love my tortures, as well. But Hauptmann Von Teich doesn't 
haff my imagination. Now you will find out the true meaning of torture... 
and yet, not one part of your body will be marked." 

"What kind of a person are you?" Rachel asked. "Surely you know you are 
doomed." 

"The entire third Reich is doomed," Brandt replied. "I have known this for 
some time. Does it matter if I die today or a year from today? But for as 
long as I live, I will enjoy life as I see fit. And my greatest pleasure is 
the causing of pain. What makes it especially good with you is that you will 
live afterward, and you will see me in your dreams, and you will hate me. 
but there is nothing you will be able to do about it." 

Rachel sagged, hanging by her wrists and ankles, unable to reply to what she 
knew was an obvious maniac. She needed all her strength and determination to 
keep from blacking out as the skewering artificial penis plunged deeper and 
deeper into her tight throbbing channel. She was being all but torn apart as 
the dildo stretched her beyond belief. The artificial wang was nearly twice 
as thick as that of Von Teich's cock. Now her body was a toy to be played 
with and bulldozed as she dangled from the ropes suspending her from the 
beam, above. And that was what Brandt was doing. 

When the heavy dildo was all the way in, Rachel felt suction surrounding her 
vaginal lips, and she realized the cup at the base of the dildo had attached 
itself to her, preventing air from touching her vagina, and keeping anything 
inside her from escaping. 

"We begin," Brandt said, his eyes glittering with anxiety, and he began to 
slowly squeeze the dangling bulb. 

"Eeeeyyyaaaggghhh!!!" Rachel screamed, as frigid water began seeping into 
her heated interior. The icy fluid splashed all around inside her, washing 
her down, making her writhe in agony as her membranes, stretched by the 
breadth of the dildo, attempted to contract when the icy water splashed 
through her. But the thickness of the dildo prevented her tissues from 
tightening, and they stretched all the more in their attempts to tighten. 
Agony rode through every fiber of the girl's shuddering being as her mouth 
remained wide open and she screamed again and again. 

"Ja, ja, ja!" Brandt nodded, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared at 
the way the young girl writhed, frenetically trying to escape the cold as 
more and more water flooded into her, filling her vagina and womb to 
capacity. Brandt had estimated the amount of water correctly, and though it 
made her interior swell, and Rachel felt a combination of torture and bitter 
cold mingling with the heavy pressure in her womb, the pressure did not 
increase. At least it didn't increase for the moment. As the water was 
heated up by her inner body temperature, the heat would make it expand and 
her discomfort would become greater. The pressure was causing a fantastic 
amount of pain, and Rachel felt the urge to force the water out of her. But 
the suction cup, holding itself securely in place, prevented the water from 
escaping. Every last little part of her interior was filled to overflowing, 
but the water was unable to overflow, save to back up further into her, 
making her writhe and swing from side-to-side. 

And then Howard Brandt was stepping between her widespread legs, moving 
closer to the Juncture between her thighs with the dildo clamped into it. 
Her aching vagina was tilted at such an angle, it would have been impossible 
for him to plunge his penis into her from that angle. But Howard Brandt was 
not interested in her vagina. In his hand was another device. It was the 
opposite of the screwing clamps Von Teich had applied to her nipples and 
cuntlips. This device was placed between her shuddering asscheeks as she 
continued whimpering and gasping with agony. And as he turned a small knob, 
Rachel felt pressure in her asscrack. pushing her cheeks apart. The more 
Brandt turned, the farther apart her asscheeks were forced. The device 
itself had been artfully placed directly below her asshole, so when her 
cheeks were forced open, the prune-like pucker of her brownie was completely 
revealed. 

"Now," he told her, "I am about to derive my own pleasure. I often do this 
to the Jewesses, and many of them stand much more water pressure as well as 
the stretching of their asscheeks before their bodies finally tear apart. I 
especially enjoy doing it with the young ones, the eight, nine, and 
ten-year-olds. Their assholes are so small, my penis causes them 
excruciating pain when I thrust it inside." 

Rachel gasped, realizing he intended plundering her rectum with his penis. 
She was certain her interior would never stand the strain. But she also knew 
begging for mercy would have no effect on Brandt. A true sadist, the man 
would only revel when she pleaded. She struggled, unable to help herself, 
and her body swung from side-to-side, but Brandt's being between her thighs 
prevented her from moving from the fulcrum, down. One of his hands yanked at 
her pubic hair, tearing it out, causing even more pain, and then she felt 
the brutal force of his throbbing masculinity pressed between her widespread 
cheeks, seeking the tight, budlike entrance to her rectum. 

"Aha!" Brandt shouted. "I haff found it." 

With a heaving sigh as he located his bullseye, Brandt rammed his penis 
forward, shoving the monstrously short, thin poker at the pulled-apart 
sphincter. 

"Yiiiiii!" Rachel screamed, wriggling even more furiously, turning, 
twisting, trying to pull free of the heavy ropes inflaming her wrists and 
ankles. The pain was becoming unbearable all over. His hands held her 
dangling buttocks, preventing them from moving anymore, and he pushed 
forward, shoving slowly but persistently, and more pressure was added to the 
freezing water pushing against her vaginal canal and womb. White-hot flashes 
of agonizing pain brought tears coursing down Rachel's cheeks as scream 
after scream came tearing out of her throat. 

Brandt, who had left his briefcase nearby, reached out while his penis was 
only halfway into her rectum and he pulled out a small bit of heavy rubber 
tubing. He tied it around her right breast, cutting off the blood supply, 
but forcing what blood there was in her breast into her nipple, making it 
rigid. He took another piece of tubing and did the same thing with her left 
breast. Both nipples swelled, filled with blood, turning from soft pink to 
ruby-red. Then Brandt took out a small series of wires bound together, and 
he used the very points of the wires to flick at Rachel's nipples, sending a 
new kind of pain shooting through her as the sharp pointy stung like wasps. 

"You haff a tight asshole," Brandt told her, trying to thrust his skinny 
wang deeper. "Ja! I will wager it is a virgin asshole. I am doing Von Tsich 
a favor, widening it for him. When I am finished with you, no part of your 
body will still be tightly closed." 

Rachel sobbed and gasped, feeling heated pleasure starting to burn through 
her body despite the coldness of the water bloating her vaginal well. But 
she tried to close the pleasure out of her, thinking it was time she stopped 
enjoying such monstrous happenings. Red and black stars of bright light 
exploded in her head as she tried to convince herself she was still a 
captive, subject to the whims of one of the most vile animals alive. He was 
using her as if she were some kind of fucking machine, plugging up all her 
lower orifices at once. 

Brandt squirmed closer to her groin, using his narrow, hairy hips to force 
her thighs farther and farther apart, using his hand underneath her 
asscheeks to hold her closer and closer to his groin, lifting her the 
littlest bit so he was able to aim his cock a little better. He leaned 
forward, pressing down on the suctioned-in dildo, forcing it even deeper 
into her body as his mouth lowered itself on her left nipple, where his 
razor-like teeth began biting and chewing, hard. And he was forcing his 
skinny little wang even deeper into her rectum. Despite the pressure against 
her womb because of the water inside her, the pain of his teeth only 
enhanced the lustful heat she was feeling building up inside her as one 
fiery thrill after another began shooting through her like proton torpedoes. 
The girl whimpered and gasped as she realized the lustful sensations within 
were mounting higher and higher. He brushed her clit with the wires. 

Brandt had achieved total penetration into her flaming rectal orifice, and 
she heard the slapping of his small testicles against the base of her spine. 
He was pounding in and out of the tight anal constriction with no regard 
whatsoever to any damage he might be causing in her body. The pressures in 
her womb and vagina were mounting as the water began warming up inside her. 
Brandt's hairy thighs whacked against her smooth ones as the brutal cock 
continued its burning ravishment of her delicate anus. And the wire tips 
stung her sensitive clitoris. 

It hurt. Rachel felt the agony. But with the hurt was delectable, thrilling 
sensation. The excitement was building in Rachel and her basic fear at this 
point was the power of her orgasm forcing her vagina to contract around the 
water, which made her entire body explode. 

"Ja, ja!" Brandt gasped, ecstatic noises and grunts coming from his mouth. 
"Ach! Gutt! Gutt! You are almost as tight as those young girls I haff 
fucked." 

Rachel was sobbing and gasping, but not with pain. All the hurt merely 
enhanced the feelings inside her all the more. Her vagina was throbbing as 
the pressure within continued building, but the agony was causing her to 
feel sweet, wonderful thrills shooting through her. Her anus began 
tightening on the invading shaft, and she raised her hips and bumped against 
the cock in the hope of forcing it even more deeply into her. 

"Ja!" Brandt shouted. "Use those hips. Ach! I can see you love what I am 
doing to you. You are every bit the masochist I believed you to be. I can 
feel the way your asshole is tightening on my cock. You love it. Say it!" 
And he dropped the wires. 

"I love it," Rachel gasped, partly out of fear of the man, but mostly 
because it was the truth. She loved the pain as much as the pleasure. Pain 
was a part of sex as far as she was concerned. Without a bit of torture to 
which she was fast becoming accustomed, the young girl knew she would never 
enjoy sex. 

Brandt. stabbed into her rectum more viciously than ever, pounding violently 
into the tight clutch of anal tissue. Rachel writhed all the more violently, 
swaying her body from side to side, ignoring the painful pull of the ropes 
around her wrists. Repeatedly the cock was plunged into her anal tunnel, 
feeling like a painful red-hot iron, making her swing from side-to-side, her 
thighs trying to cling to Brandt's hips. And then Brandt pressed a little 
switch on the underside of the dildo, and it began vibrating inside her 
vagina, making the water bubble and churn as if her vagina held a whirlpool. 
The pain was becoming more and more acute, but so was the thrilling buildup 
toward her orgasm. This time there was no series of small, minor climaxes. 
This time it was all building up to one big blowoff. Her vagina was adding 
to the quantity of fluid trapped within by manufacturing lubricant. Since it 
was unable to ooze out of her, the slippery liquid simply mixed with the 
warming water already inside her. 

Fingers squeezed her rectum even harder, and Brandt was gasping as he 
continued plunging into her. 

"I should kill you," he gasped. "You are killing me, and I should kill you. 
But that would be too easy that way, dead, you would experience no more of 
the horrors of this camp. Believe me, the worst is yet to come. I know 
things very few others know. Everyone here is slated for total 
extermination, but we are almost out of gas and there is no more coming. The 
allies are moving closer and closer. Nein! I will let you live to see all 
the horrible atrocities yet to be committed." 

Gasping, wheezing, Brandt plunged, his throbbing prick ever deeper into the 
girl's rectum. His hands continued playing with her enlarged nipples, 
squeezing them making them hurt even more, while the vibrating dildo 
suctioned into her cunt continued building the impossible pressure even 
higher. Soon she would come... if she didn't burst. The horrible agonies 
matched the building delights, and her mind was unable to distinguish 
between lascivious thrills and agonizing pain. Her arms twisted again and 
again, causing the thick rope around her wrist to bite into her flesh. The 
pain was too much to bear, yet it wasn't enough. 

Brandt pumped faster and faster, and Rachel suddenly felt a searing 
sensation shoot through her rectum. It was so powerful, she was unable to 
control herself. 

"GGGGAAAANNNGGGGHHHHH!!!" 

She was coming. She was having an anal orgasm, and it was no less powerful 
than the vaginal climaxes she had enjoyed or even the oral crisis that had 
thrilled her. Her entire body was a single orgasmic unit, capable of 
attaining satisfaction no matter where it was entered, provided the right 
nerve-endings were massaged for a long-enough period of time. 

Still stroking into her ass, Brandt gasped, "I see you haff climaxed. Ja! 
This confirms once and for all my feelings about your masochism. So now, it 
is my turn. But not in your ass. Nein!" 

He tugged his throbbing prick from her anal chamber, slid from between her 
legs, then came up on her right side until his cock was even with her face. 
Then he grabbed her by the hair, pulling hard, making her gasp, as he said, 
"The urge to suck is a natural instinct. We are born with it. So now you 
will start to suck my cock which I haff just taken from your ass. You love 
to suck, don't you." 

Rachel wanted to shake her head and deny it, but she was still enjoying the 
effects of her orgasm. She was unable to move her head in denial as it hung 
down and back. Brandt, who had been standing at her right side, now moved 
around behind her, and she was able to see the piddling penis upside down as 
her head hung back. She found her mouth watering, aching to taste it, though 
she was unable to understand this urge of hers. Here her womb pressed 
against her bladder, and she was certain her body would explode at any 
moment, yet she had to suck that cock. She had no reasonable explanation for 
her feelings, but she knew she had to do it. The small spike smacked her 
face. First one cheek then the other. It hit her again and again, and the 
mucous-like ointment dripping from it washed her cheeks and nose as well as 
her chin. Rachel wondered just how sick she was. 

"Come now, little bitch," Brandt told her. "I vant for you to taste my cock. 
Though I do not care whether or not you wish to put it in your mouth, 
somehow I haff the feeling that is precisely what you want, as well. The 
other women never want to do it, and I haff to start cutting off their tits 
before they finally open their mouths. But with you it will be different. I 
can see this. You will suck my cock, not merely because you are afraid of 
me, but because you wish to do it, even though it has already been deep in 
your ass." 

The girl opened her mouth wide. Her tongue leaped out and came into contact 
with the rounded knob of small length. It was hot and slippery, and tasted 
rank, yet it was part of a man, and because of that, the young girl was 
hungry for it. She wanted to suck it, to eat it, to swallow it down her 
throat though she knew the last was impossible. It, the cock, was much too 
short. Rachel shivered, thrilling to the throb of raw lust emanating from 
it. A gulp came from deep down in her throat as her body felt the heated 
water and lubricant in her cunt continuing to expand and build even more 
pressure within. He moved his body closer, letting her suck in more of the 
tiny penis, and she licked away at his sweaty, doughy balls as the cock 
rubbed against her chin and throat, leaving a residue of lubrication there, 
as well. The hairs matting his scrotum were almost as thick as the hedge on 
his pubis, and she was able to smell the strong, powerful, sweaty stench 
coming from them. Her tongue bathed the tiny spheroid objects in the 
leathery sac of his balls, circling the base of the tiny tower of shuddering 
prick before working its way back up to the red. oil-soaked tip. 

Brandt snarled, saying, "You do enjoy this, you bitch. You love to be 
degraded. Where other people feel ashamed and terrible, you enjoy what is 
happening to you." 

He cupped her cheeks between both palms, tilting her head back even more as 
he poked his tiny wang ever deeper down her throat. The girl sucked avidly 
pulling on the penile point with her lips. Smelly as the throbbing wang was, 
Rachel wanted to suck every last little bit of it into her mouth. The orgasm 
she had enjoyed when Brandt had fucked her ass was wearing off, and the 
sensations she was feeling were overpowering. She wished the penis were 
larger, but was content, for the moment. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes 
rolled wildly, basically because of the continually mounting pressure still 
building in her womb and vagina. Rachel's cheeks were sucked in, and her 
eyes, staring upside-down at Brandt's groin, rolled wildly in her head as 
she felt the skinny pole scrape her palate and throb against her tongue. The 
hard sponginess of the slender wang had a sickly sweet taste to it overlaid 
with the natural musk being emitted from his groin. The smell this close was 
almost vomitous. 

And the girl sucked wildly, feeling the strangest thrill. There was 
something about the shape of a penis, long or short, fat or thin, broad or 
narrow, that was absolutely wonderful. She was unable to help herself as her 
lips pulled on the hard prick much like that of a calf tugging at its 
mother's udder. 

The pressure in her womb was building to the point where Rachel knew her 
flesh would shortly burst. Her entire body trembled and shook with horror 
and delight, feeling thrilled at the knowledge that even this horrible man 
was able to do with her as he wished. It added a zest to everything. He was 
a total, unthinking animal at this point, thrusting his penis back and forth 
in her mouth, slamming it in with all his energy. The pounding made her 
aware the viselike screws holding her asscheeks apart were still in place, 
causing more and more pain as they dug into her assflesh. She was hurting 
all over, but the more pain she felt, the more desire she felt. The idea 
that she either gave Brandt what he wanted, or she died, seemed to titillate 
her rather than frighten her. 

"Ja! Ja! Ja!" Brandt shouted. "Suck! Suck with that filthy whore mouth of 
yours." 

And she sucked. She sucked with all the strength in her tongue and lips, 
pulling, gripping, even chewing enhancing the sensations building inside 
Brandt. The corporal grunted and shuddered as he moved his pulsing penis 
back and forth between her lips, thrilling to the way her tongue made him 
wriggle. Sometimes he would plunge in as far as possible, and Rachel would 
hope to feel the head press into her gullet and touch the nerve-endings 
within, thereby making her reach another orgasmic peak. At other times, he 
pushed his penis only half-way in, letting her tongue wrap itself around the 
head and hold onto it for a brief instant before allowing it to once again 
retreat. 

A feeling of total excitement gripped Rachel. She ached to literally bite 
off the tiny stiffness protruding from between Brandt's thighs, and then 
chew it all up and swallow it. All her willpower went into preventing her 
from biting down hard. 

Brandt began swearing in German in a guttural monotone, his precise voice 
taut with licentious delight as he plunged his tiny shaft repeatedly in and 
out of the girl's mouth. He stared at her chin and her neck as her head 
dangled upside-down, and had to admit he loved seeing a woman suck him while 
in this position. He was able to see her throat wiggle as she swallowed the 
sticky juices his penis emitted, and he enjoyed watching her breasts bulge 
because of the way the tubing cut off her blood circulation. Realizing Von 
Teich might come to think something was wrong if he found his mistress with 
bloodless paps dangling from her body, Brandt leaned forward and down and 
reluctantly removed the tubing, letting the blood circulate normally in her 
tits. 

Rachel felt the fuzzy, stinging sensation in her breasts as blood flowed 
through the vessels in them, waking up feeling in her nipples again, 
Brandt's fingers were squeezing, rubbing, and tugging her nipples, 
increasing the circulation, and the fuzziness in her boobs turned to pain. 
Blood flowing into the previously constricted flesh was agonizing for the 
moment. But the color of her breasts below her aureoles, where circulation 
had been cut off, which had been about to turn from white to blue, now 
slowly had a purpling, then a reddening as the blood once again flowed into 
her. But it was painful, very painful, and the girl cried and whimpered with 
the agony, because this kind of pain did nothing to enhance her sexual 
feelings. Even so, her lips remained tightly clamped around Brandt's penis, 
automatically sucking and pulling with all her oral labial strength. 

Rachel realized Brandt was somewhat afraid of killing her. It was a known 
fact in the camp that Von Teich had never before found anyone to satisfy him 
so completely. It wasn't that he cared about Rachel as a person. Nor was he 
falling in love with her since a Nazi was incapable of falling in love. But 
she was his, Von Teich's, personal possession; and even if she was merely a 
prisoner, eventually doomed for extermination, she gave Von Teich so much 
pleasure, that should he discover Brandt, or anyone else robbing him of his 
possession, he would fly into a maniacal rage and do worse things to 
whomever robbed him of Rachel than was being done to the prisoners. 

In and out, in and out the penis continued sawing through her lips as 
circulation continued returning to her breasts and the pain began slowly 
lessening. As It lessened, fiery pinpricks of eroticism, already floating 
through much of Rachel's body, began shooting into her breasts, and her 
nipples stood up more proudly than ever. The fire in her breasts circulated 
through the rest of her, reaching into her mouth, setting it on fire, as 
well. Her fists opened and closed with the ropes still tightly bound about 
her wrists, and she swayed from side-to-side as she continued sucking 
Brandt's puny cock. Her nose wrinkled at the stinking odor coming from his 
hairy body, but Brandt continued cramming his cock in and out of her mouth.. 
His thighs were on either side of her face now as he pushed his throbbing 
schvonce deeper into her mouth, letting her upper lip and palate massage his 
scrotum as well. Now, with his balls shoving into her mouth, the point of 
his throbbing dick was barely able to reach into her gullet, just managing 
to touch the nerve-endings in her esophagus, enhancing the tingling delight 
that much more for Rachel. Yes, yes, she was going to have another orgasm, 
this one emanating from her gullet, if only Brandt continued sinking his 
prick and balls into her mouth. 

Brandt had hoped to strangle her a little with his cock-head, little 
realizing how much the girl thrived on feeling a penile point achieve such 
depth. So he slammed in again and again, trying to reach ever deeper into 
her hungering throat with his puny length, and succeeding because he now had 
all his scrotum jammed into Rachel's mouth, feeling her tongue and palate 
wash over the hairy, wrinkly flesh. 

Rachel thrilled to have all his balls in her mouth. It was a new, distinct 
enjoyment as her tongue licked the hairy, prune-like flesh again and again, 
and then her lips completely closed around the shuddering little sac, 
pulling his tiny, skinny cock into the seething back of her gullet. She 
ached to gag on it, but the penis wasn't thick enough. Yet it did manage to 
massage those important nerve-endings in her pharynx. 

Sharp, guttural explosive sounds were coming from Brandt. At first, Rachel 
didn't hear them, what with the way his thighs were tightly clamped around 
her ears. Too, the blood had rushed to her head, and all she heard was a 
loud roaring. Brandt pushed his groin relentlessly lower, even though he was 
forcing Rachel's head so far back, her neck threatened to snap. His thick, 
wiry pubic hair brushed her chin and throat and lower lip, tickling, 
teasing, and stifling her as his own perineum crammed itself against her 
nose. 

"AAAAACCCCHHH... HHHHHUUUURRRRGGG-HHHHH!!!" Brandt screamed and Rachel 
tasted the thin gruel he ejaculated from his throbbing penis. Gouts and 
gouts of the thin liquid flooded her throat, pouring into her belly as she 
swallowed hurriedly. She even choked, there was so much fluid, and had she 
been able, she would have turned her head away. But Brandt's thighs had a 
firm grip on her cheeks and temples, and continued keeping her face in its 
position as he pushed his penis into her throat one more time before it 
began shrinking. But that one time was enough, and Rachel screamed, 
"YYYAARRRGGGHHH... GGGAAAAGGGGHHHH..." with her mouth blocked and her throat 
crammed full of vibrating testicle meat. The pressure in her mouth began 
decreasing as the already tiny phallus shrunk that much more, shriveling to 
near-nothingness. 

When Rachel attempted to tug her head back and let his balls fall from her 
mouth, Brandt pressed a thumb on her throat, and said, "Nein, fraulein, 
nein!" And even though his penis did slide out of her mouth, ropey blasts of 
thin semen were sprayed all over Rachel's face, inflaming her, making her 
shudder and shiver as she ached to swallow the fluid, feeling it splash on 
her neck, throat, and cheeks. 

"Now," Brandt ordered, "use the tongue to clean my groin. Lick until there 
is no residue left." 

White, thin semen covered the head of his red-pointed cock, and droplets 
even fell into Rachel's hair as well as on her forehead. One drop barely 
missed falling into her left eye. 

Rachel did as she was told, extending her tongue and licking everywhere, 
completely cleaning his groin, penis, and balls. 

"Excellent!" Brandt muttered, stepping away from her, going around to her 
vagina, and placing a bucket under her. Then he released the dildo, and all 
the heavy water and lubrication threatening to burst her body came rushing 
out and falling into the bucket. 

Eventually, Brandt undid the girl's buttocks, wrists and ankles, and as she 
nakedly lay on the bed, exhausted, he slowly dressed and staggered out of 
the room, carrying the bucket. Rachel fell asleep. 

Some hours later, when she awoke and dressed, she learned from another guard 
that Corporal Howard Brandt had suddenly died of a heart attack. Knowing she 
was responsible for it made Rachel feel good, very good. 

 Chapter Five 

Had Hauptmann Von Teich returned, as promised, things might have been better 
for Rachel. However, on his returning to the death camp, his car rolled over 
a land mine, and the Nazi captain was scattered into quite a few pieces; 
some small and some large. 

The third Reich was fast running out of officers, what with those not being 
sent to the Russian front being wiped out by Hitler, himself, thinking 
almost everyone was in on the attack that should have taken his life. And 
so, to the death camp came Roberta Kappelmann, a woman with blonde hair and 
deathly grey eyes who was no less sadistic than her predecessors. She had 
crooked teeth, but a straight, short, Aryan nose, and straw-colored hair. 
Her chin was small and weak, and like everyone with an inferiority complex 
who has been given excessive power, Roberta, or Bobbi as she was 
unaffectionately known, fought to overcome what she believed she had to be 
inferior about by conducting the usual reign of terror. 

On seeing Rachel, a glittering shine lit up her dead eyes. Bobbi was a 
lesbian, and always enjoyed comparing her body to that of other women. 
However, Bobbi believed in rule by absolute fear, and she knew Rachel, who 
had been used and certainly abused by Von Teich, might not agree to be 
fondled by a woman. Fear had to be infused in the girl. so the first thing 
she did was send Rachel back to the lager, or barracks, from which she had 
come. 

More than half the women Rachel had come to know in the six weeks she had 
spent in the barracks had already been gassed and cremated. The other half 
took what little pleasure there was in tearing half her hair out of her head 
and scratching her. 

That afternoon, when the women were lined up, Rachel among them, and the 
soldiers marched in, Rachel heard her own name included in the selection. 
All her efforts had been for nothing. All the struggling, the offerings of 
her body... all had been useless. She was going to die anyway. 

She was led to a line of women who marched, single file, toward the large 
brick buildings with the chimneys that belched smoke. The ashes seemed even 
heavier as they poured down on her, that day, and she heard the sobbing and 
walling of the women with whom she was marching. Tightlipped, the girl 
clamped her teeth together. The Nazi scum might rob her of her life, but 
what little dignity she had left was hers. She would neither cry out nor 
whimper or beg. Many of the women who had attacked her for using her body to 
fight for her life, now marched in line with her. Most of them had 
stick-thin arms and bellies bloated with air. Their faces were merely 
skin-casings over skulls. 

"Inside!" the commander of the squadron ordered, and the women walked into 
one of the buildings. Straight ahead was a huge, open door. 

"You are all going to be cleansed," the commander told them. "Nice, clean 
showers, so you can wash the dirt and the lice from your bodies." And he 
laughed harshly. The women knew all about the shower rooms. Word had 
filtered back right at the beginning. They knew now, there was no hope. 

They were ordered to disrobe outside, leaving their filthy grey robes on the 
stone floor. They did so, Rachel with all the others. She was the only 
female there who still looked human, much less good. Naked, feeling icy 
terror shiver through her entire body, Rachel entered the huge chamber with 
all the other women. It was stone all around, with showerheads in the 
ceiling. But there were no drains in the floor. Somehow she managed to move 
to a corner and huddled there by herself, listening to the screaming and the 
crying of everyone around her. They wept loudly, clinging to one another, 
begging, yelling, some even urinating where they stood. 

The large iron door clanged shut, and there was darkness. How considerate of 
the Nazis to keep them from seeing each other die. The screams continued for 
awhile, then subsided into whimpers, and finally there were only a few 
muffled sobs as they waited. 

Rachel listened, and then there was a hiss. The women began screaming again, 
and Rachel, accepting the fact that she was dead, stood there completely 
silent. 

And then the noise stopped. A ceiling light went on, and suddenly water 
began cascading from the showerheads. It was filthy water, brackish and 
black, and it splashed all over the women. For a moment they were terrified 
again, screaming, afraid some kind of acid or poison liquid was being rained 
on them. When they realized it was water from the latrine, they screamed 
again, but this time with laughter. It wasn't gas. They weren't being 
killed... at least not yet. 

Water was up to her knees as Rachel stood there, refusing to smile. Nothing 
had happened, yet. She wanted out of there before daring to feel any kind of 
hope. She knew the Nazis too well. They might still gas them, or even drown 
them in this turd-filled water. 

A loud thunk sounded, and then the huge metal door was swinging open. The 
women went screaming out, running insanely, more than happy to be prodded 
into a line to be marched back to their lager. 

Rachel was the last one to walk out. She looked at the man by the door, and 
said, "What happened?" 

"We haff been out of gas for nearly a week," the man told her, a wicked 
smiled playing on his lips. "But we put the women in here, anyway. Then we 
let them out for a moment, and they think they will not die." 

"They think?" Rachel asked. 

"You are Rachel Kisselborg?" the man asked. 

"That's right," Rachel nodded. 

"Ja! From the look of you, you had to be her. I haff special orders 
concerning you. You are not to go with the other women." 

"Where are they going?" Rachel asked. 

"You may see for yourself," the soldier told her. 

She watched and ?aw the women were not being led back to the lager. Rather 
their hands were being tied, and then they were marched directly into the 
crematorium, and there, each was bodily thrown into the roaring flames of 
the massive ovens while she was still alive. The horrendous shrieks were 
sounds Rachel would hear for many, many years to come. 

"They scream for a short time," the soldier told her. "But the flames soon 
cut them off. It is a shame that we are running out of fuel for the ovens, 
soon we will be digging pits out in back and cremating the Jews by pouring 
gasoline all over them and roasting them alive in the pits. Still, they will 
burn for a long time and keep the camp warm this winter." 

Rachel didn't bother to reply. The man, like all of his breed, was sick. 
There was no reasoning with a Nazi. Rachel realized the only way to handle 
them was to totally wipe them out. They were the breed in need of 
extermination. Yes, rather than come to understand that what the Nazis were 
doing was unconscionable, Rachel became more prejudiced than ever against 
them. In her mind, all Germans were Nazis. None of them must ever be 
forgiven. They had to be wiped out, along with all the others Rachel had 
come to hate. Before the Nazis had come to her Czech village, the Russians 
had marched in. They were no better. It was rumored the Russians were closer 
to Auschwitz than any of the other allies. And if they were the ones to 
"liberate" the camp, Rachel knew the Jews were just as dead. 

 Chapter Six 

"So," Bobbi Kappelmann said, walking around the naked Rachel who had been 
once again bathed and cleansed, and then brought to the female commandant's 
quarters. They were the same quarters Von Teich had occupied. "You haff 
learned what will happen to you if I am not obeyed instantly, ja?" 

"Yeah," Rachel nodded glumly, looking at the young woman. She realized Bobbi 
could not be that much older than herself. 

The female commandant was wearing a brown satin robe, and nothing else. 
Rachel saw the robe was more than a little open, and Bobbi had small, but 
firm, pink-nippled breasts that stood out and up. Her pubic hair had been 
shaven, revealing the pouting pink lips of her already leaking pussy. 

"My pleasures," Bobbi told her, "will sometimes be derived from the 
enjoyment of your body. At other times they will be derived from watching 
you with a man. But at the moment, I want you to watch what will happen to 
you if you do not do as I tell you. Gasoline and death are much too easy. 
Come with me." 

The two women walked into the next room, and there, lying on a couch, was a 
young girl with auburn hair. She couldn't have been more than fifteen or 
sixteen, herself. Her body was still full and round, which meant she had 
only recently arrived at Auschwitz. 

"Rachel," Bobbi said, pointing at the girl, "that is Devorah, of Devvi, as 
the people with her called her. She is a defiant Jewess who has dared me to 
do my worst, thinking to meet the simple release of death." 

Rachel stared at the girl called Devvi; Her body was still somewhat healthy, 
with a pink tinge to it. Her breasts were full and the lips of her soft cunt 
were full and pouting. She had thick calves and trim ankles, and would have 
been a prize for any man to try and win. But Devvi wasn't going to be won by 
a suitor in the usual sense. Rachel knew Bobbi had slated Devvi to be wooed 
by death. 

The room itself, was bare except for the couch on which the girl was lying, 
her arms strapped to the legs. There were wires running in a straight line 
above the couch from one end of the room to the other. 

"Butcher," Devvi yelled in Polish. "You can do your worst." 

"I will, I will," Bobbi assured her. "You see, others would torture you 
until you would welcome death as a release. What I haff planned for you is 
for you to welcome torture. Ja! I will make you love your torture, and then 
you will kill yourself with it from the sheer pleasure of it all." 

"You are a Nazi bitch who will suffer all the agonies of Gehenna after you 
have died," Devvi screamed. 

"I am not worried about what happens to me after I die," Bobbi laughed. "I 
live each day as it comes." 

Two men entered the room, and with them was a huge German shepherd. 

"Even if you make the dog fornicate with me I will not give you the pleasure 
of hearing me scream," Devvi snapped. 

"I would not waste the shepherd's sperm on you." Bobbi laughed. "Nein! I 
haff had the dog brought here to warm you up. Believe me, the dog is kind 
compared to Bruno and Heinrich." Bruno, on the left, was five feet 
eleven-inches tall, with closely cropped hair and a flattened face. He was 
fat, but heavily muscled under the layers of fat. Heinrich was his physical 
twin, but with a long scar on his left cheek, and longer, blond hair. "And 
you," Bobbi said to Rachel, "will watch it all. Not once will you turn your 
face away, "do you understand?" 

"Yes," Rachel said, nodding. 

"You," Devvi said to Rachel. "I forgive you for looking. "I know you are a 
slave to this evil bitch's demands." 

"Do not answer her," Bobbi insisted. "She is already a dead woman." 

"Raus!" Bruno snapped at the dog. 

It immediately moved around to the front of the couch, to where the bound 
girl's dangling legs were tied wide apart. 

"The dog is well-trained," Bobbi told Rachel. "It knows what it must do." 

Rachel stood there, her entire body tense, her heart crying out for the poor 
girl, knowing it might just as easily be her on the couch, tied down and 
helpless. Devvi was already paralyzed with fear despite her former bravado. 
The gleam in Bobbi's eyes told Rachel just how much she was enjoying it all. 
Rachel was unable to understand how it was possible for one woman to see 
another woman tortured and enjoy it. Surely Bobbi, like herself, must 
identify with the poor girl. Seeing Devvi lying there, defenseless, naked, 
and helpless under the slavering jaws of the monstrous dog sent new, 
unexpected shivers coursing through her. But they were shivers of a strange, 
fevered excitement. She felt the strange chills shoot maddeningly through 
her and she began trembling, unexpectedly. 

"Since you are to be my personal plaything," Bobbi told Rachel, "I want you 
watching all this without turning away. You need some courage. Drink this." 
And she pressed a glass into Rachel's hand. 

Rachel swallowed it gladly, feeling the chill hit her stomach, and then a 
strange, almost paralyzing warmth began permeating her being, traveling 
through her body. Little by little Rachel began losing the sense of horror 
as to what was happening. She noticed Bobbi still wore her robe, though her 
own body, like that of the girl on the couch, was totally naked. And she 
didn't resist when Bobbi cupped one of her full breasts and began tweaking 
the nipple, hard. She wanted to resist, but somehow Rachel was unable to 
muster the will to fight back as the warmth continued running through her 
body. Her hard nipple was helplessly trapped between Bobbi's thumb and 
forefinger, and the female commandant was squeezing harder and harder. But 
the harder Bobbi squeezed, the more Rachel wanted her to squeeze. She was 
enjoying it immensely, staring at the helpless look on the face of the 
auburn-haired girl bound to the couch. She writhed and squirmed, feeling 
seepage between her thighs, realizing her vagina was starting to leak as she 
became aroused. Rachel gasped as she felt the throbbing lips of her wet cunt 
shudder with tiny electric waves. Her clitoris had swollen to its full size 
and was being massaged by her vaginal lips, sliding back and forth over the 
fleshy pellet. 

Rachel watched what was happening on the couch, and listened to the sigh 
from Bobbi, beside her, who seemed to be having a minor orgasm of her own 
merely anticipating what was about to take place. 

"Inject her," Bobbi said to one of the men, and Heinrich walked over to 
where Devvi lay. A large hypodermic needle was in his hands. It hadn't been 
visible, before. He stabbed the needle roughly into Devvi's left arm, and 
pumped the fluid in the syringe into her. Devvi's teeth remained clenched. 
The girl refused to give Bobbi the satisfaction of crying out because of the 
pain. 

Now the giant dog, on command, lowered its head between the auburn-haired 
girl's spread thighs. His tongue, already lolling out, began licking the 
tender ribbons of pink flesh that showed, all the way from the tight, 
puckered anal orifice, up through the dripping coral slices to the clitoris. 
At first Devvi struggled in the hope of breaking free, as if trying to 
escape, but the ropes around her wrists and ankles held her securely. The 
dog's long. flat tongue slashed between the pink labia repeatedly, 
relentlessly flicking at the nubile flesh. Occasionally the tongue would 
curl into the bubbling hole between the rich labia, working deeper and 
deeper, making Devvi squirm. Her naked, writhing cunt tightened each time 
the tongue slithered into it, and Rachel realized the girl was enjoying it. 
In fact, Devvi's entire body was covered with goose pimples as the dog's 
oral contact became stronger and stronger. 

As the minutes passed, Rachel saw a great change come over Devvi. The girl 
was writhing and bucking and gasping with total delight. 

"You see," Bobbi, the commandant, said. "The simple injection of the right 
chemical makes her so aroused, she would push anything into herself." To 
Bruno, she called out, "Untie her arms, but not her legs." 

Bruno did as he was instructed, and Devvi's hands reached down and grabbed 
the German Shepherd by the ears, tugging his hungry maw more tightly against 
her seething muff. Her buttocks rose and fell in time to the way the dog's 
tongue swiped through it. And then Devvi was tugging the dog's long nose 
into her vulva, trying to stretch her thighs wider apart as she stared at 
the ceiling, gasping. 

"Do you know what this is?" Bobbi asked Rachel, taking a dildo from the 
pocket of her robe. 

"Yes," Rachel nodded. 

"This is about to be used on the young girl," Bobbi explained. "It is broad, 
it is thick, and for a little while she would feel some pain... until her 
tight cunt stretched enough to take it. So we haff to add some inducement to 
it." 

"Inducement?" Rachel asked. 

"Inducement for additional pain," Bobbi explained. "She is so aroused, the 
worst kind of agony will affect her in no way. So she must have agony. She 
must be fucked to death." 

As Rachel watched, Bobbi withdrew a sheet of sandpaper from the other pocket 
in her robe and wrapped it around the dildo. The paper had been made to fit 
the dildo perfectly, and tucked into little slots and remained firmly 
wrapped around the length of the dildo. 

"Heinrich," Bobbi called, and when the blond-haired man turned toward Bobbi, 
she handed him the sandpaper-covered dildo. "Use this!" Bobbi insisted. 

Hienrich had a cock that was neither too long nor too short, and it fitted 
inside the hollow dildo as he strapped it onto himself. Going to where the 
dog still buried his face between Devvi's thighs, he yelled, "Achtung!" and 
the dog immediately backed away, licking its chops. 

Devvi, who had been in a euphoric state because of the injection and the 
tongue of the dog, now opened her eyes and saw Heinrich approaching her. She 
also saw the big artificial penis, and at first she was more than willing to 
welcome it into her. Though she was a virgin the girl was so erotically 
off-balance, she wanted anything that would touch her tender genital area. 

Rachel stared as Heinrich pushed Devvi's thighs farther apart, pressing on 
the insides of her loins with his hands. Now on the couch on his knees, 
Heinrich pushed forward carefully guiding the penis toward the wide-open 
pink orifice. Slowly, deliberately, the sand-papered rod pushed between her 
tender cuntlips. 

That was when Devvi realized what was happening. She tossed her head wildly, 
closing her eyes and shuddering, beating at the head and chest of the man as 
she began screaming. 

"Yaaaaaagggghhhh... no... no... no... not this... not this..." 

"Ja!" Bobbi snapped from where she was standing, her hand still gripping 
Rachel's breast, her thumb and forefinger feeling the nubbin tightly, 
squeezing, pulling tugging, hurting. "Ja! Not only this, but more. And with 
all this, you will love it. You will love it and beg him to continue even 
when he is tired. And when he can no longer keep up with you, and he 
unstraps the dildo, you will continued working it in and out of you, 
shredding your interior to pieces, ripping the flesh, making yourself bleed 
to death. Ja! Torture, pure torture, and you will love every last second of 
it as you help to end your own life, reveling in the agony." 

Heinrich pushed forward, ramming more of the abrasive dildo into the woman's 
tender cunt, flexing his buttocks and shoving hard... shoving... shoving... 
shoving until he had pushed half the length of the weapon into the vagina. 
When he encountered her hymen, he continued pushing, and this only 
intensified the pain for Devvi. She screamed again, her shriek even making 
the dog jump and bark. Her thighs were split so far apart, she thought her 
tendons would tear as the pressure became unbearable. 

"Yaaannnnggghhhh!" she screamed. 

Her legs tried moving, but they were tied. 

"This is part of the enjoyment," Bobbi told Rachel, moving her hand to 
Rachel's other breast. "See how she aches to throw her legs around, but 
cannot because they are tied down. And though her hands are untied, there is 
not much she can do with them, either. Her fists are ineffective against 
Heinrich who was a prize fighter in his youth and has taken punches from 
people much stronger than she." 

Rachel continued to stare, and she ought to have been terrified. At the 
moment, all she was able to see was an artificial penis, with sandpaper 
coating it, thrust halfway into the void between Devvi's thighs. The sight 
set her on fire. She wanted to fuck and be fucked. She ached to have a hard 
cock rammed to the hilt in her own body. 

Devvi screamed as the raspy penis cut into her tender flesh, tearing her 
membranes to shreds. Hot fluid began flooding her interior, and she knew it 
was blood. The blood came seeping out, staining the white sheet covering the 
couch on which she lay, and Rachel, seeing the blood, knew she should be 
sick. But she wasn't. She was aroused all the more, and knew Bobbi had given 
her something very potent to drink to make her feel this way. 

"She reacts well," Bruno, who was standing nearby said. 

"Ja, ja!" Heinrich laughed with glee. "Wait until I haff pushed my cock all 
the way in." 

"Does she like it?" Bruno laughed. 

"She loves it, don't you, liebchen," Heinrich said, himself laughing as he 
thrust another inch of sandpaper-covered dildo into her. 

Devvi's only reply was another loud shriek as she writhed in mortal agony. 
And even as she twisted, the heat of lust also worked its way through her. 
She knew it was caused by the injection, but the very power of it was 
overriding the agony of torn flesh in her vagina. 

Falling forward, with his hands on either side of the girl's head, Heinrich 
flexed his buttocks then drove forward as hard as possible. His thick, 
steel-solid dildo with the sandpaper-covered shaft rode unmercifully into 
her as his face twisted with a raw grimace of ugliness, the debauched sight 
of a helpless female under him thrilling him. He was only sorry he was 
unable to feel his own cock bathed in the wetness seeping from the female 
Jew's hot cunt. 

Devvi screamed again, pain and humiliation filling her as her inner vagina 
was torn to shreds by the plunging cock now ripping its way back and forth, 
tearing her to pulp. Blood flowed freely as Heinrich stared into the girl's 
face with an evil leer splitting his own face. Devvi knew any movement on 
her part would only make things worse. That she was suffering unbelievable 
agony was bad enough, but the fact that the erotic thrills inside her were 
building to new heights, trying to make her forget her agony and enjoy the 
evil taking place inside her was even worse. She almost wanted to feel more, 
even with the knowledge it would bring about her own death. And then 
Heinrich, at Bobbi's orders, was cutting the ropes holding her ankles and 
reaching under her, lifting her buttocks higher. He grasped a curving 
asscheek in each hand, squeezing the full, rounded globes, pinching them 
black and blue. But the pain thrilled her, and as he began pumping into her 
repeatedly, totally lacerating her interior flesh, making the blood 
literally flow from her vagina, the young girl felt hotter and hotter, the 
desire in her building higher and higher. Her tears continued to flow 
because of the shame, humiliation, and agony she was being caused, but 
inside, she was aching to feel more... more... more. There was no stopping 
him as he continued his vile rape of her shredded cunt. 

Sweat broke out on both their foreheads as Heinrich lay on top of her with 
his full weight, still pounding his throbbing dork in and out of her 
steaming, bloody, pulpy pussy. To Devvi there was no feeling save the 
throbbing in her vagina. The pain was still there, but her mind refused to 
feel it. All she knew was the strange blend of electrical thrills charging 
through her as the penis, covered by the sandpapered dildo, continued 
thrusting in and out of her body 

As Rachel watched, Bruno handed something to Heinrich. The latter held his 
hand up and Rachel watched him slip on something long and sharp over his 
forefinger. Then he reached down and began feeling around, reaching between 
Devvl's tightly pulled-together asscheeks. He probed, and Devvi squirmed 
trying to fight it. But Devvi realized she had become an inhuman mass of 
throbbing lust, aching for any kind of feeling. She felt the tearing 
pressure of the moving dildo as it continued rasping away inside her ravaged 
belly. The man was grinding sadistically into her with a wave of savage 
delight dancing all over his savagely twisted face. 

Devvi's gasps had become one long, low continuous wall of desire, filling 
the small room like a siren. She knew her interior was hamburger, yet, 
unable to help herself she ached to feel more and more. Tears cascaded down 
her cheeks as she wept for herself, knowing she was doomed. It was bad 
enough to die in agony, but to actually want more of that agony before being 
permitted to die was too cruel, too inhuman. She tried blaming herself for 
her feelings, but deep down she knew she wasn't responsible. It was the 
fault of Roberta, Bobbi, the female commandant of this section of Auschwitz. 

"Now stop!" Bobbi commanded, and Heinrich immediately stopped. "Untie the 
dildo and withdraw from it leaving it inside her," Bobbi ordered, and 
Heinrich did exactly that. 

"Won't she die if she doesn't have medical attention?" Rachel asked, her 
mind in an erotic fog. 

"Of course," Bobbie smiled. "If you wish to remove the dildo from her, do 
so. I will even see to it she has medical attention." 

But long before Rachel was able to move forward, Devvi smiled licentiously, 
then reached down with her hands and began pumping the dildo back and forth 
inside herself. She screamed with a mixture of joy and agony, jumping up and 
down, digging her now-unbound heels into the table for leverage as she 
pumped her body up and down, up and down, thrusting the terrifying 
instrument into herself again and again. Each time she pulled the dildo out, 
she let it tear against her clitoris, and the sensation was a shudderingly 
horrible thrill that made her ache for even more. Nerve-endings deep inside 
her flesh were totally exposed, while other nerves were torn and ripped 
apart. 

"No more!" Rachel shrieked, hating herself for having enjoyed watching any 
of it. "Why are you showing all this to me?" 

"This is to let you know just a little of what will happen to you should you 
decide not to please me," Bobbi told her. 

"I'll do anything... anything," Rachel cried. "Oh God! That's horrible." 

"Why are you so concerned with her?" Bobbi asked. "She is only a Jew, an 
inferior being. She and all her kind must be done away with." 

"You people thought I was Jewish when I first came here," Rachel sobbed. 

"True, but Hauptmann Von Teich ordered a more thorough check and discovered 
you were not Jewish. Naturally, now that you are here, we cannot let you go, 
just like that." 

"My parents," Rachel asked, "What about my parents?" 

"The fortunes of war, my dear," Bobbi told her. "They were exterminated two 
weeks ago, just before we found out they were not Jewish. However, do not 
think of them. You haff me as your protectress." 

"And the girl?" Rachel asked, pointing at Devvi who was still thrusting the 
sandpapered penis in and out of whatever little was left of her vagina. 

"Do not concern yourself with her. She is a Jew and she will bleed to death, 
but see how she will die happily." 

"Don't do this," Rachel begged. "Let her live." 

"Ach! So you have pity on the pig of a Jewess. Bruno, use the special salve 
on her cunt." 

Bruno walked over to Devvi, tugged the dildo out of her hands, yanked it out 
of her cunt, and threw the blood-covered instrument into a corner. He went 
into another room, and a minute later was back with what looked like a 
trowel and a grayish, sticky substance. 

Against Devvi's objections, he began troweling in the grayish substance, 
filling her vagina with it. Then he dragged the girl out of the room. 

"See," Bobbi smirked. "We have put a salve in her cunt. Now she will not 
feel pain any longer. We go now to my room? where you and I shall play games 
together. I know some nice games I will haff to teach you." 

"Yes, yes, of course," Rachel agreed, nodding, feeling the heat in her body 
well up to even higher proportions. 

 Chapter Seven 

"I do not believe in making love where men have been," Bobbi told Rachel. 

Instead of leading Rachel back to the bedroom where Rachel had sported with 
both, Von Teich and Brandt, the female commandant took the girl through the 
room they were standing in to a door across the way. 

"What is this?" Rachel asked, as they passed through the door. 

"This is one of the many storehouses in Auschwitz," Bobbi replied. "Here we 
keep the food for the officers. Since all the others are men, I haff no 
objection to possibly flavoring their foods with our natural juices. This 
place was prepared by me, ahead of time; not only as a place of lovemaking, 
but as a place to hide when the allied forces arrive." 

Rachel heard herself whimper with lust as the blonde woman rubbed her palm 
against her ribcage. The fingers tickled their way up until once again, 
Bobbi was clutching one of the girl's breasts. The hot, soft, resilient 
touch of Bobbi's hand against the perfect, rounded fullness of Rachel's 
mammarial mound was indescribable in the mind of the young girl. Once again, 
she moaned aloud, her mind a rushing inferno of trapped, sensually aroused 
thoughts, though Rachel was aware the drink she had taken had much to do 
with the way she felt. But she didn't try to fight the stroking fingers of 
the female commandant. Light, feathery delicious caresses fluttered over her 
breasts as she looked around the storeroom. There were all kinds of ersatz 
coffee and tea piled high in bags, along with boxes of saccharin. Against 
one wall to her right, Rachel saw sacks of flour. 

"What is it you want me to do?" Rachel asked. 

"Today, I want you alone," Bobbi told the girl. "Tomorrow, I will be touched 
by one of the men while playing with you, but today I wish to fuck you, 
myself." 

"But how..." Rachel wanted to know. 

"With the dildo, of course," Bobbi replied. 

"A dildo? You mean the one used on that poor girl..." 

"Ach, nein!" Bobbi laughed. "For you I haff something special. I have it in 
the storeroom, here. But I shall not show it to you until the time arrives 
for me to fuck you. In the meantime, you know what it was the dog did to the 
girl with his mouth? Well, I shall want you to do the same thing to me. And 
at the same time I shall do the same thing to you. That, dear Rachel is how 
we shall begin." 

Pictures formed in Rachel's head as she remembered seeing the German 
Shepherd tongue Devvi's pussy. She also remembered Von Teich and Howard 
Brandt doing the same thing to her. The idea of feeling a tongue against her 
vagina sounded heavenly, but that she should also do some pussy tasting was 
not something she was able to accept too readily. 

"Dear God!" Rachel gasped, but even as she said it she knew the phrase was 
more a venting of her own mounting passions than shock at what the 
commandant had told her. Prior to today, she had never known the intimate 
touch of another female but having now felt it for the first time, she 
thrilled to the dripping seepage of uncontrolled passion water being 
secreted from the tiny gap between her pressed-together thighs. She felt the 
slippery fluid oozing down both loins, moistening the soft flesh of her 
inner thighs. The heated sensations at the base of her belly built ever 
higher as Bobbi's practiced hand continued playing with her, arousing her 
all the more. 

Rachel stared down at the hand playing with her nipples, unable to believe 
the shocking sensations pouring through her. She felt completely at a loss 
for words, and she knew she was helplessly entrapped. She would do anything 
the commandant wanted. Yes, her life was still the most precious thing to 
her. After having seen what the sandpaper dildo had done to Devvi, Rachel 
was more than willing to obey the blonde woman's instructions. 

"Come," Bobbi insisted, leading the girl to the piled-high sacks of flour. 
"There is a little place behind here where we can play, undisturbed. No one 
knows of it, since I put it all together, myself." 

On the other side of the piled-high sacks, between the sacks and the wall, 
hidden in shadows, was what, at first glance looked like a table. But as she 
came closer, Rachel, saw the wheel on the side of the table and realized she 
was looking at an old-fashioned rack, like that which she had seen in some 
movies about the Teutonic knights who had invaded her country many hundreds 
of years before. 

"You will lie down, here," Bobbi told her, motioning her to the table. 

Rachel stared at Bobbi, wondering if the commandant intended torturing her, 
too. But Bobbi did not strap her to the table after Rachel had stretched out 
on it. On the contrary, she began stripping off her own clothing, actually 
her robe, and flung it to the side, giving Rachel her first unobstructed 
view of Bobbi's body. Even in the shadows, Bobbi's body was evident and 
clear to the girl. She saw the smooth, flowing curves of the woman's 
nakedness, and for the first time realized how much female there was in 
Bobbi, even if the latter fought to hide it. She had small, firm mounds of 
flesh with cherry-red tips on the end. Her waist was as slender as Rachel's, 
and her thighs were less full than Rachel's. Her belly was flat, and there 
was a darkening between her thighs where Rachel thought there was pubic 
hair. But a moment later Bobbi stripped off an-almost transparent pair of 
panties, and Rachel saw the woman had shaved her pubis. She had no body hair 
at all. Bobbi had long legs, and if they were a little thin, they still had 
a slightly rounded feminine shape to them. 

"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked, shaking. 

"According to Von Teich's file on you, you are a masochist," Bobbi replied. 
"I shall find out how much you love pain in a little while. For now, I wish 
to enjoy a little simple lesbianism... to warm you up so to speak... as the 
dog warmed up Devvi. Only I promise you what will happen to you will not be 
nearly as drastic. 

In spite of all that had happened to her, Rachel found this latest turn of 
events almost impossible to believe. She was bewildered and her mind was 
spinning, but through it all she felt exhilarated and she knew it was 
because of what Bobbi had given her to drink. Wild sensations were 
tormenting her belly, and she had the strangest suspicion that Bobbi was 
feeling just as thrilled. The idea of being made love to by another female 
was both, exciting and revolting. She stared into the dull, lifeless eyes of 
the female commandant, and wondered just how far Bobbi was going to go. 

Bobbi stared at Rachel mentally licking her chops. She loved playing with 
delectable female bodies touching a cunt was like touching her own vagina. 
Ja! This was a perfect female specimen, too. She was glad Von Teich had kept 
the girl around. She would have much use for a female like this before 
eventually exterminating her. There was no question in Bobbi's mind that 
every female in her charge had to be annihilated, if only to prevent future 
identification of herself to the Allies, later. 

Pushing all future thoughts from her mind, Bobbi bent over Rachel's naked 
form on the wooden rack Then she lowered herself next to the girl, 
immediately feeling the heat emanating from Rachel's body. It reached into 
her own body, making her hot torso even hotter as she felt the girl's supple 
curves against her own rounded contours. Her two hands were between their 
upper torsos, squeezing and pulling Rachel's breasts. 

Rachel gasped at the initial contact, aroused and electrified by the 
caresses of the hands tugging on her full feminine mounds. Lecherously, the 
commandant pulled the young girl's nakedness close to her while she pressed 
her own tremulous curves against Rachel's shuddering body. She lowered her 
head, and Rachel, thrilling to the sensation of the woman's flesh against 
hers, raised her own head, lips parted. Their faces strained closer and 
closer, and then their mouths met. It was a soft union at first, something 
Rachel would never expected from a person as fierce as Bobbi Kappelmann. 
Each felt the warm, delineated imprint of the other's lips, and then the 
kiss became hotter and more avid. 

Each of the two females sensed the confusion in the other hurriedly relaxing 
beneath the heated sensuality of their mounting lust, their soft, feminine, 
voluptuous curves heatedly rotating wildly. In mounting desire they rapidly 
began rubbing against one another all the more swiftly, their aroused 
fulcrums as anxious to connect as their lips. 

Using her feet, Bobbi slipped a loop of rope over one of Rachel's ankles, 
and then the other. The loops were attached to the foot of the rack. Rachel 
felt the ropes being forced over her ankles as Bobbi's toes moved them. but 
made no move to resist. Once the loops were around her ankles, Rachel felt 
Bobbi tug on her knees, and the loops were pulled tight. Then, lying flatly 
on top of Rachel, Bobbi slipped the girl's wrists into the loops of rope 
attached to the rack's stretching mechanism. 

"What are you going to do?" Rachel gasped with anxious desire. 

"I am going to cause you delicious pain," Bobbi whispered, her breath hot in 
Rachel's face. 

"Yes, yes," Rachel gasped. "Hurt me, hurt me. I love being hurt." 

"Ja, ja, I know, liebchen," Bobbi whispered. "But for the moment, say 
nothing, speak nothing. I will do everything, and it will be exquisitely 
agonizing," she murmured, breathing Into Rachel's face, herself completely 
caught up in the salacity of the erotic pain she was about to deal out. 

Leaping off Rachel's body for a moment, Bobbi went to the wheel on the side 
of the stretching table. She turned a knob, then began turning the wheel and 
Rachel felt her body being pulled. At first there was only the sensation of 
being stretched as much as possible, and was the slightest strain on the 
joints in her arms and thighs. That was where Bobbi locked the wheel, 
wanting to keep Rachel totally stretched out with just enough strain to make 
her feel discomfort, but without pulling her arms and legs from their 
sockets. Now she climbed back on the helpless girl and once again covered 
her mouth with her own, letting her pink tongue insinuate itself into 
Rachel's mouth, feeling Rachel immediately respond. Grabbing fingers 
anxiously caressed the rich pink tips of Rachel's breasts, making them swell 
into pellets of hardness. Restlessly, Bobbi brushed exploring fingers along 
Rachel's ribcage, sliding her fingers behind to squeeze and tug the 
undulating cheeks of Rachel's full buttocks. 

Rachel felt her arms and thighs stretched to their uttermost. There was pain 
as the strain of the pulling on her arms and legs began to make itself 
known. She gasped, in a mesmeric state between thrills and torture, and as 
the strain and hurt increased, so did the thrilling delight of what was 
happening. Rachel no longer thought of Devvi or the dog or the two Huns who 
had helped to tear poor Devvi's cunt to shreds. All she thought about was 
the movement of Bobbi's fingers, now once again playing with her nipples, 
rolling them and teasing them as only a woman with sensitive nipples would 
know how to do. Her entire, infused body shuddered and shook at the prospect 
of more pain and lust. Bobbi was pushing a pillow under her rump, lifting it 
higher and higher. The arch of her body was exactly the opposite way it had 
been when Howard Brandt had tied her arms and ankles to one of the ceiling 
beams. Her breasts rose and fell with panting gasps as the strain became 
more and more telling. Her breasts stood straight up with their quivering 
nipples pointing at the ceiling, and then Rachel shuddered with anxious heat 
as she watched Bobbi's mouth slowly engulf her left breast with sucking lips 
and a flicking tongue. The strain in Rachel's elbows was beginning to tell. 
She writhed as Bobbi continued sucking her nipple, using the adder-like 
flicking of her tongue to send messages to her strained nerves. And all the 
while, Bobbi lay on top of Rachel, her weight adding to the pressure 
straining the girl's arms and legs. 

Breathing heavily, Bobbie sucked and tongued the firm white mounds with 
their cherry crests, while her hot, tremulous cunt now pressed itself 
against that of the helplessly tormented girl. Again she pressed her 
impassioned lips to those of Rachel's and thrilled to the way the tortured 
girl responded. Her tongue stabbed into Rachel's mouth again and again, like 
a fiery dart. Gott! She found it difficult to believe anyone was able to 
respond so erotically under this kind of condition. Ach! It pleased her to 
know she was capable of torturing someone who was enjoying it as much as 
she. Intense flames of delicious nearness blistered through Bobbi's body. No 
wonder Von Teich had enjoyed the girl so much. 

Rachel wanted to scream. The strain on her arms and legs was becoming more 
and more intense as Bobbi's hands trailed over the hills and hollows of her 
sweat-damp body. And when the fingers stroked her asscheeks and tickled her 
puckered anus, Rachel went mad with lust, writhing in such a way, she nearly 
dislocated her own arms. 

And then Bobbi rose, walked over to a corner of the room, and took a new, 
different kind of dildo from the shadows. 

"Now," the female commandant said, "I am going to fuck you. I am going to 
fuck you as no man has ever fucked you, and you shall see how marvelous it 
will feel." 

Bobbi strapped on the dildo, came over to Rachel again, then slowly, 
carefully, deliberately climbed on top of the helplessly trapped girl. 
Rachel felt Bobbi rub against her, but the weight of the blonde woman's body 
was becoming intolerable, especially since her body was raised in the 
center, thereby causing her arms and legs to pull all the more. 

"Now," Bobbi told her, "you will feel something entirely different and 
delicious." 

The blonde woman pressed the point of the dildo to Rachel's seething cunt, 
and then pushed, slowly. Though her wet quim was still narrow and would 
always be narrow, Rachel felt the thick dildo slide right in, filling her. 
Its rubbery exterior felt much like a throbbing penis. The girl wondered 
what made this dildo any better than the one Howard Brandt had used on her. 
The answer came a moment later. Bobbi ran an insulated wire from the dildo 
to one of the lines overhead. It was one of the lines that ran into the 
other room, where Devvi had been maliciously raped and destroyed. Sparks 
began shooting through Rachel's pussy, and she screamed, terrified for a 
moment she was being electrocuted. 

"Aaaaiiii..." she shouted, and Bobbi screamed with her, because she, too, 
felt the electricity shooting through the hairless flesh of her tender 
pubes. 

Rachel writhed frenetically, feeling as if her arms and thighs were ready to 
be torn from her body while the electricity continued sparking through her. 
It was only after two minutes of this mad wiggling that Rachel realized the 
electricity wasn't cooking the interior of her cunt, even if it sent wild 
prickles reverberating through her like the waves following the striking of 
a loud gong. It was shocking, but it was thrilling. And Bobbi was stroking 
into her now, thrusting fast and hard, letting the electricity touch all her 
inner nerves. She shuddered and gasped for air as charge after charge of 
static made her want to scream again. But Bobbi's tongue was in her throat, 
clogging it, preventing her from shouting, keeping her from making any 
noises other than the hums of satisfaction she continued sensing. She sucked 
the blonde commandant's tongue repeatedly, biting it, chewing it, realizing 
Bobbi was as shockingly thrilled as she. But the older woman continued 
lancing the artificial penis into her, ploughing it in harder and harder, 
touching her cervix with each instroke, sending electrical thrills into her 
womb and up into her belly. 

"You are a strongly erotic girl," Bobbi gasped, feeling the tingling shocks 
down to her toes. "I am certain you haff sucked the cocks of men." 

"Ohhhhh yessssssssss..." Rachel hissed. "And I loved it, I loved it." 

"Of course you did," Bobbi nodded. "That is as it should be, just as you 
will love sucking my pussy when the time comes. You are very fortunate in 
having experienced so much in so short a period of time young fraulein." 

"Have you ever sucked a cock?" Rachel wanted to know. 

"Nein! I will not allow myself to be degraded in such a manner," Bobbi 
insisted. "But now, with you, I almost wish I had. It must be marvelous, in 
a way, to enjoy every kind of degradation." 

"It isssss..." Rachel gasped, feeling her arms almost pull away from her 
body as she humped her buttocks up to meet the electrical thrusts of the 
artificial penis lancing into her. She writhed and churned, feeling her 
thighs strain even more, and this pain made the thrills inside her build 
even higher. 

"I want to watch you do that with a man," Bobbi grunted, pounding the 
electrified dildo into her with even harder thrusts. "Torture has become a 
way of life with me, but I want to see someone totally enjoy it, so 
tomorrow, when we get together, I will bring a man with a very long, thick 
cock, and watch him try to strangle you with it while you suck him. It will 
be a real treat to watch. I wonder, will he choke you to death before you 
make him shoot, and the penis shrink?" 

"There isn't a man with a penis thick enough to choke me," Rachel insisted. 

"We shall see, we shall see," Bobbi laughed, slamming her dildo into 
Rachel's tight crevice all the harder, pounding the electrical length of it 
against her rippling tissues. Sparks lit up the interior of her cunt as the 
hot electricity continued flowing through her delicate nerve-endings, 
causing a wonderful agony she had never dreamed possible. 

"Tell me," Bobbi asked, "how do you stand the hot juice those penises 
squirt? Isn't it disgusting?" 

"It tastes so wonderful," Rachel gasped, feeling as if her shoulders were 
about to tear away from her body. "It tastes like some kind of wonderful 
nectar, no matter who the man is attached to the cock. Even Brandt's sperm, 
thin as it was, had a delicious taste to it. Once you've tried it, you will 
never have another affair without wanting to drink it again." 

Bobbi reached down and probed with her forefinger until she touched the 
entry to Rachel's rectum. The finger pushed a little, and as it began 
sliding past the tight, prune-like sphincter, entering the tighter, narrower 
cavern of Rachel's ass. it made her vaginal interior that much tighter, too. 
Little by little the finger pushed deeper, and the narrow tunnel of her 
vagina felt pressure as the finger in her rectum pressed. The electricity 
shooting through her cunt was sheer delight at this moment. 

"Yaaaagggghhhhh!" Rachel screamed, feeling the heavy pressure make the 
electricity blister her interior all the more. She wondered if the sparks 
were cooking her. At this point, she was so elated with what she was 
feeling, she didn't care. 

Her brain was flashing, and her mind was thrilled as Rachel pounded her body 
up from the table where she was stretched out. Bobbi was thrusting into her 
with all the power and verve of a man, and Rachel realized the blonde 
commandant was enjoying sensations of her own. 

Bobbi felt the electricity shoot through her clitoris, and at one point 
wondered who was being tortured all the more; Rachel or herself. But it was 
such wunderbar torture. 

Rachel writhed insanely as the finger worked even deeper into her rectum, 
filling her as completely as Brandt's cock. Only the pressure was making her 
vagina spark insanely, and she even smelled the burnt hairs on her pubis. 

"I haff to taste you," Bobbi insisted. "Ja! I must see what it is like to 
eat your cunt." 

"Have you eaten many?" Rachel asked. 

"Nein!" Bobbi snapped. "I make all the Jewesses here eat my cunt before I 
haff them killed, but I haff never wished to eat one until now. You are 
truly to be honored." 

Bobbi unstrapped the electric dildo from around her waist and pulled it 
slowly from Rachel's frothing interior. The shooting sparks had only 
intensified Rachel's feelings, and she had enjoyed three separate, minute 
orgasms. And then she shrieked as she suddenly felt the thick, shocking 
dildo being pushed into her rectum. Little by little it entered her, and 
sparks flew from her ass as she wildly writhed from side-to-side, almost 
pulling her arms out. The torture was unbearable. It was painfully 
agonizing. 

Bobbi lowered her face, her mouth wide open, her eyes staring at the 
reddened gash of Rachel's shuddering nookie. A heavy dripping of colorless 
froth continued seeping from the hot, wet interior of the girl's vagina, and 
though no blood came out, it was obvious the tissues had been tormented as 
they seemed to have shrunk because of the dildo. 

Taking a deep breath. Bobbi sank her face into the creaming cauldron of 
sudden lust. Her tongue stabbed straight in, filling the blistering hole, 
lapping at the oversensitive membranes. 

Rachel squealed as the wet, slick tongue entered her, feeling even more 
electrified than she had felt when the dildo had started shocking her. 
Blasts of overpowering sensation shot through her body again and again. She 
writhed and almost felt her tendons tear the pressure from the rack was so 
over-powering. 

Not content to merely suck, Bobbi reversed the position of her body with her 
face still deeply buried in Rachel's muff. Rachel was unable to help her 
because of her wrists being secured, but Bobbi didn't mind. She moved her 
lower half until she was certain her sloppy cuntlips were pressing against 
Rachel's face, and then she began rubbing the labia back and forth, back and 
forth, back and forth, until Rachel's mouth hungrily opened and she slurped 
her tongue into the moving nest. 

Lifting her face from Rachel's cunt for a moment, Bobbi gasped, "This is 
wonderful. This is marvelous. Ach! Who would haff ever believed eating 
another woman's cunt would be so good. Eat, liebchen, eat my cunt. Eat it 
while I eat yours." 

Rachel slammed the entire length of her oral organ into Bobbi's seething 
pussy, letting her tongue swallow the entire swamp of fluid within. Bobbi's 
cunt, never having been probed by a cock, felt the slickness of Rachel's 
tongue, and tightly clung to the oral organ as it worked its way in and out. 

The strain was becoming too much for Rachel's arms. There was a dull 
fuzziness in her legs as well, as numbness began setting in. Her fulcrum 
rose higher and higher to meet the thrusting tongue of the female 
commandant, while her head was pressed lower by the straining weight of 
Bobbi's crotch, jamming itself against the girl's wide-open lips. Agony 
poured through Rachel's body like water into a glass and sweat broke from 
all her pores as she sucked and licked and drank the viscous flow seeping 
from Bobbi's gash. It was as if wild horses were tearing her limbs, pulling 
on them, trying to rip them from her body. And with the pain there was more 
pleasure than Rachel had ever known in her entire life. She gasped, able to 
breathe a little through her nose now and again... just enough to keep her 
from suffocating. 

Bobbi rode Rachel's face much the way she would have ridden a wild mare, 
bouncing up and down, plunging her sticky center against Rachel's mouth 
repeatedly, but her own face was forward and down, buried between Rachel's 
trembling, straining thighs, dredging out every last little drop of tasty 
fluid seeping from the reddened gash of the girl's salacious vagina. 

Lick me, Rachel thought, her body in agony. Lick me, suck me, lap me, just 
like I'm doing to you. I'm dying, but this is the best way to die. No wonder 
that poor girl, Devvi, sought to kill herself with the raspy dildo. Bobbi 
was doing her a favor, trying to kill her by fucking her to death. 

"Uuuuuurnmmmmmmphhhhh!!!" Rachel managed to gasp, and the words she had 
intended saving came out as a long, steady groan. She was shrieking, in the 
throes of a minor orgasm, thrilled to lancing punctuations as she 
frantically rolled from side-to-side, unable to remain still, alternating 
the pressure on the ropes holding her left ankle and wrist to those holding 
her right ankle and wrist. Her buttocks writhed insanely against the wooden 
table-top of the rack. and she actually began bouncing as she twisted and 
writhed. Had her arms and legs been free, she would have rolled onto the 
floor, the stimulation was so overpowering. 

Bobbi licked deeper and sucked harder than either of the men whose mouths 
had, at one time or another, delved into the secret femininity of Rachel's 
body. Rachel's breathing quickened, and she knew she was not far from her 
satisfaction. Her breath was whistling through her teeth as she panted into 
the hot cunt mashing into her face. Floods of vaginal fluid continued 
washing her cheeks and forehead as her tongue scooped out more and more of 
the sticky, colorless meringue. 

Bobbi, still lapping into the depths of Rachel's frothing cunt, felt the 
difference between the avid way this girl licked, and the half-hearted way 
her female prisoners had lapped prior to being killed. She decided she liked 
it better when the girl was anxious, as Rachel was. She was also able to 
sense Rachel's approaching orgasm and felt the girl was entitled to it for 
all she had done. And so Bobbi lapped all the more quickly. 

Rachel shuddered and the pressure on her shoulders and thighs became 
intolerable as her entire body tightened and she screamed, 
"YYYYYYAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH... GGGGAAAAGGGGHHHH!" into the heated 
seething depths of Bobbi's flaming, lathered pussy. Blast after thunderous 
blast of blistering fire flushed through her entire frame, making her 
shudder and tremble as never before. Volcanoes erupted in her brain, flares 
flashed behind her eyes, and her entire body quaked and vibrated. 

Bobbi, realizing the power of the climax surging through Rachel, and 
understanding she was the cause of this powerful crisis, suddenly felt her 
own orgasm start to build. She had always climaxed while watching the pain 
and anguish of others, listening to their screams which, to her were 
operatic arias of the Grim Reaper. And she had always come that way. But 
this time she was coming, knowing the pain and hurt she was causing was 
being enjoyed as much by the girl she was torturing as herself. 

"HIIHAAAYYYIIIGGHHH!!" Bobbi screamed, pressing her hot cunt all the more 
solidly against the young girl's mouth, flooding the mouth and face with an 
ocean of her lubricant as she came, then came again. 

Finally the passion in both females began subsiding, and Bobbi rolled off 
Rachel, then released her from the rack. Rachel remained limply on the flat 
table-like torture bed, unable to move her arms or legs for more than an 
hour. Little by little feeling began creeping back into her. 

When she was finally able to get up from the rack, Rachel staggered for 
quite awhile before finally making it back to the room where she would be 
sleeping with Bobbi, She noticed Devvi was no longer in the room that 
separated the warehouse from the commandant's quarters, and when she did 
make it back to the latter, she found fresh new clothes waiting for her. 
From the looks of them the clothes had been taken from some other poor girl 
who was either languishing in the lagers or who had already been 
exterminated. It no longer bothered Rachel to think about another dead girl. 
People were dying by the thousands each day in Auschwitz. One more girl, one 
way or the other, no longer burned into her consciousness. 

Dressing, Rachel felt she had to go outside. Ever since the time she had 
returned to Bobbi's quarters, the sky had stopped blackening with soot and 
ashes. The ovens had stopped working. They were out of fuel. People were 
still killed, but they were being buried in huge ditches dug by bulldozers, 
just outside the camp. 

Rachel stepped outside, and the sight that greeted her turned her blood to 
ice. She saw Devvi's body, impaled on a wooden stake near one of the gibbets 
where another female had been hanged. The stake had been a whipping post, 
but Devvi, still aroused by the injection she had been given, had jumped on 
top of it and had rode the straight point into her heart as it passed 
through her vagina and then her vitals. She was dead, but with a look of 
bliss on her face, and Rachel realized such a thing could easily happen to 
her, as well. 

Bobbi did not keep her promise about bringing a man in the next day, or the 
next. There was a flurry of activity going on. The exterminations, which had 
quickened for awhile, came to an abrupt halt. Each day more of the SS 
soldiers were being moved out of the death camp, and with them went many of 
the prisoners. Some prisoners were taken out by trucks, but many others had 
to walk. And those unable to keep up, were immediately shot. 

Bobbi had intended exterminating Rachel before leaving Auschwitz, but she 
was called away from the death camp so quickly, she had no chance to order 
it done. So Rachel was alone in the commandant's quarters when a young 
grupenfuehrer came in and said, "You will prepare to leave here 
immediately." 

"Where am I going?" Rachel asked. 

"You and other young frauleins who were recently brought here would be 
wasted if we shot you or put you to work in Gross Rossen or the other labor 
camps. You will be shipped to Berlin, and there you will be used to help 
re-build the Third Reich. You will be sent to special camps where you will 
become pregnant, as quickly as possible. All of you will contribute your 
sons and daughters to the army of the fuehrer. We already haff thousands of 
women, many of whom haff given us two or three sons and daughters each. 
These children are growing up in underground bunkers and are being properly 
educated. When they are old enough, the men will fight for our greater 
glory, while the women will do what you will be doing. The children will be 
perfect. 

The imperfect ones will be killed " 

 Chapter Eight 

They were lost. Rachel and three other girls were shivering in the back of 
the truck carrying them through the winter night. Two of the men sat in 
front of the truck, and a third one, Gerhardt, sat in the back of the truck 
with the girls. All of them were wrapped in blankets except for the driver. 

When the truck stopped, the guard in front came around and helped the four 
women from the rear. Aside from Rachel, there was Susannah, a turbulent 
redhead, Reizl, a brunette, and Erma, a blonde. The three other females 
looked so much alike, they might have been sisters, especially from the neck 
down. All three had large, firm breasts, narrow waists, and broad lips. All 
were taller than Rachel, and proportionately larger. 

There was a shack straight ahead, and all of them went inside. The soldiers 
brought schnapps with them. Inside the shack was an old iron stove, and 
there was a pile of unused, corded wood nearby. Whoever had lived there had 
left some time earlier, not bothering to take what few possessions in the 
place with them. 

The schnapps was handed around time and again. Since there was more than a 
liter of it, everyone was soon roaring drunk. By that time, a large fire had 
been built in the stove, and the room was very warm. The light from the 
stove let Rachel see the shack was bare except for the stove and some old 
straw-filled mattresses which served as bedding. 

Rachel drank to keep warm more than anything else. But in the process she 
was getting as drunk as any of them. Soon, between the roaring blaze in the 
iron stove and the schnapps, she realized she was more than warm, she was 
hot. So were all the others. Clothing was flying off, right and left, and 
soon everyone, Rachel included, was down to nothing but bare skin, and even 
then they felt hot. 

One of the soldiers grabbed Susannah, the redhead, and pulled her off into a 
corner. He used a small rope to bind her wrists behind her, claiming he 
wanted to prevent her from having too much freedom of movement lest she 
attempt to escape, and then he lay down on a straw mat and ordered the girl 
to sink onto his upstanding penis with its red crown already wet and sticky 
with the juices it was emitting. Susannah instantly obeyed, and it was 
obvious the redhead was no virgin. She sighed as the fat cock slid between 
her thighs and unerringly rode between her labia, widening them as it forced 
its way into the tightness of her narrow cunt. She was already partially wet 
from having seen the three men with their naked bodies, and the wetness 
oozing from the soldier's cock only made it easier. 

"Huuunnnhhhh!" she gasped as the massive chunk of spear-shaped gristle fed 
its way into her tight nest. 

Rachel stood there, staring, looking at the two copulating bodies. 
Susannah's hair, long and red, fell down her back and the sides of her face, 
looking like flames falling down rather than up. She bestrode the soldier, 
who had been the guard sitting in the cab with the driver. His name was 
Hans, and he was all but giggling at the way the redhead was riding his 
heavy prong. Hans bucked up into Susannah with a ferocity he had never used 
as a soldier. The girl, with her arms tightly tied behind her, was swaying 
from side-to-side, her eyes half-closed, her head now tilted up toward the 
ceiling as Hans's hands gripped the immense mammaries protruding from in 
front of her. 

Rachel stared, wondering why the redhead, with no coercion whatsoever, was 
willingly fucking for Hans. She, herself, had done many things to save her 
life, but she knew the other three girls and herself were needed for the 
baby-making camps, and so these soldiers would not dare harm them. Why then, 
was Susannah so willing to fuck? But even before any answers came to her. 
Rachel felt the heat in her body tickling her clitoris from within, and she 
began to understand. The schnapps had dulled everyone's reasoning, and as a 
result everyone was starting to give way to their animal emotions rather 
than common sense. 

Fritz, the driver, no less naked, decided he wanted some of the action, too. 
But like most of the SS soldiers, he was too cowardly to truly initiate 
anything by himself, so he went over to the fucking couple and stared down 
at them. He gazed at the crinkled brown bud of Susannah's asshole as the 
girl fell forward on Han's chest. Some of the juices leaking from her hot 
cunt were smeared all over her thighs and had clung to her perineum, and 
even her asshole. And there was a heavy sheen of sweat making her skin 
shine. The asshole winked at him, looking small and purse-mouthed, like 
puckered lips throwing kisses to him. 

Wanting to make certain the girl didn't fight him when he used her ass, 
Fritz took a rope he found lying in a far corner and cut two pieces from it. 
Then, with Susannah still lying on top of Hans, he pulled her ankles back 
and up, and bound them to her thighs, straining her knees, preventing her 
from getting any leverage. Hans had to grip her asscheeks and move her up 
and down to keep her hot cunt massaging the entire length of his throbbing 
cock. This made the redheaded girl's ass stand even higher, and Fritz found 
his mouth watering as he stared at the brown pucker. Hans was bucking harder 
and harder, and the girl, apparently Norwegian, was bouncing madly and 
uttering unknown words, urging Hans to fuck harder. 

Rachel gaped, knowing this was how she, herself had often reacted to the 
fucking of Von Teich. Merely seeing what was happening was driving her 
insane with desire. Two men at once. It was something that had never 
happened to her, and she ached to try it. And from the looks on the faces of 
Reizl, the brunette, and Erma, the blonde, they were no less anxious to 
become involved. The eyes of everyone in the place were on Susannah and 
Hans, watching the way Fritz was moving closer as the redheaded woman keened 
insanely. 

Susannah felt pain, as if her arms and knees were being pulled apart, but it 
didn't stop her from feeling the wild pleasure of the penis moving in and 
out of her. Like Rachel and the other girls, Susannah had been a favorite of 
an Auschwitz commandant. It had been decided by the powers in Berlin to use 
these girls, as well as many other good-looking girls, to re-build the Third 
Reich with as many babies as possible. And unknown to these girls, if some 
of the SS should fuck them while bringing them to their new camps, well that 
was fine, because it might start the seed of a good Aryan in the body of a 
well-formed young woman. 

Dropping to his knees, Fritz reached out and grabbed the twin moons of 
Susannah's asscheeks, his penis jutting forward like that of a stallion in 
the eerie light cast by the iron stove. Rachel stared at the way it hung 
forward, like some massive log, and wondered how was it possible for 
Susannah to take so massive a truncheon in her rectum. Then she remembered 
the painful stretching of her own rectum, taking two different thick dildos, 
at two different times, and she knew, one way or another, Fritz intended 
fitting his throbbing cock into Susannah's asshole. The redhead's round, 
dimpled asscheeks gleamed invitingly, as white and smooth as anything the 
soldier had ever seen. And it was there, ready and waiting to be fucked. 

Susannah felt Hans's thick, swollen organ slicing up into her tight pussy 
again and again, and she shuddered, feeling thrilled at the way the huge 
penis trembled inside her. True, the pressure on her wrists, ankles, and 
thighs was becoming more intense, but like Rachel, Susannah was used to all 
kinds of pain, and like Rachel, she had come to associate it with orgasm, 
and as the pain intensified, the girl knew her own climax would shortly be 
forthcoming. All of her brain was divided between the thrills filling her 
feminine center and the agony of her muscles being pulled and stretched by 
the ropes binding her wrists, ankles, and arms. Each thrust into her tight 
cunt made her believe she might be split open like a ripe honeydew. She had 
turned her head back once to catch a glimpse of Fritz, but in her mind he 
was still a dream and nothing else. 

And then Susannah felt hands clutching her hips. At first she thought the 
fingers belonged to Hans, but even with the way she was lying on him, Hans 
had his hands on her waistline, moving her body up and down. So she knew it 
couldn't be Hans. Her face was now pressed against that of the soldier 
beneath her, and her wide-open mouth was sucking on his tongue, so she was 
unable to see whose hands were grasping her hips. Fingers were stroking her 
buttocks, and thumbs were digging into the crevice between her asscheeks. 

Tearing her mouth from that of Hans, the girl twisted her head, adding even 
more pain to her already agonized body. The perspiration coating her flesh 
had become cold sweat as her ankles and wrists throbbed unmercifully. And a 
new coating of perspiration suddenly flooded through her pores as she felt 
the knife of agony shoot through her rectum. More pain, more hurt. There 
were hairy legs behind her upturned ass, and a new weight began pressing 
down on her, also pressing against her already strained arms and thighs. 

Fritz leaned forward, pressing the massive head of his thick, red penis, 
like a monstrous, stretching implement of torture began digging into the 
tiny, defenseless hole between her raised mounds of buttock. Rachel, 
mesmerized by all this, watched the driver use his thumbs to stretch wide 
those glistening white moons, opening the tiny hole with hard, forceful 
tugs. Susannah's entire ass was jiggling up and down from the jarring caused 
by Hans's probing cock as he continued fucking up into her from underneath. 

"Ja! Ja! Ja!" Hans was gasping. "Das ist ein wunderbar kunt! Ach! Zerr 
Gutt!" 

Heat enveloped Rachel and the others who were watching as Fritz flexed his 
thighs, then pushed forward. From where she was standing, Rachel saw the 
entire head swallowed up by Susannah's asshole but the rest of the truncheon 
had not yet penetrated the girls creaming depths. The muscular walls of the 
redhead's narrow asshole were strong and tight and they strained mightily to 
prevent more of Fritz's cock from entering. 

Fritz turned to the others, and Rachel saw a brutal smile crease his already 
ugly face. Then he brutally thrust forward, slamming more of his meatpole 
deep into the tightened ass, tearing through membraneous passages that had 
been used but only when the cunt had not been used. Susannah screamed and 
tried wiggling her ass from one side to the other in the vain hope of 
dislodging the cock thrust into her. But Fritz thrust harder, and he smiled, 
thrilling to the sensation of Hans's cock as it pressed against the 
membraneous wall separating the one channel from the other. Fritz felt even 
greater thrills as Hans's cock continued its pounding, moving through the 
sodden, soaking tissues of the drenched pussy enveloping it. 

. "Yiiii... aaaggghhh..." Susannah screamed, feeling her violated asshole 
stretch even wider as greater and greater pressure was put on her body with 
two penises invading it. Violent, shuddering, excruciating agony tore 
through her, pulling on her twisted muscles as the ropes firmly held her 
arms and ankles in place. The two penises felt like a pair of burning 
knives, and the horrible pressure of Fritz's penis had pushed her a little 
higher so her mouth was now hitting Hans's forehead. 

"Vas is loss?" Hans shouted, first aware of Fritz's presence. He stared past 
the flailing redhead to see the smiling face of his comrade, the truck 
driver. He had been so busy enjoying the pressure of Susannah's cunt, 
especially when Fritz finally pushed into her, that he had been unaware of 
the other man's presence until he had felt Susannah violently shoved higher, 
almost dislodging his cock from her bubbling vat. He tugged her down again, 
and not only sheathed his cock completely in Susannah's tunnel, but pulled 
her ass the rest of the way onto Fritz's cock. 

"This is gutt, ja?" Fritz asked, smiling, and Rachel shuddered to see the 
disregard each man had for the woman between them. 

"Ja!" Hans agreed. "This feels gutt." 

The two men were using the redhead, enhancing the pain ripping through her 
rear passageway and vaginal tract. True, the thrills were building, but the 
pain was becoming intolerable, because Susannah, who had been the personal 
property of only one commandant all the time she had been at Auschwitz, had 
never been violated in two places at once, before, as Rachel had been. 
Totally unused to this violence, the girl felt more agony than she believed 
any one person was capable of feeling at any one time. 

Rachel stared. Sitting in the back of the truck, she had heard much of the 
conversation between the driver and the soldier sitting beside him, and had 
learned the two men barely knew one another. Now they were suddenly good 
comrades, thrilling and enjoying the mutual plunder of this poor, 
defenseless girl, tearing her body to pieces, ripping and pulling and 
shredding her. And the worst part of it was, Rachel knew the girl would 
shortly come to revel in what was happening to her. 

Rachel watched Fritz lunge forward again, snugly burying the entire length 
of his thick penis in the tight grasping asshole of the redheaded girl. His 
frizzy pubic hair was jammed right up against the white rounded flesh of 
Susannah's buttocks, scraping the skin until it was raw and red. Fritz's 
hands dug into her flesh, tugging on her asscheeks, while Hans's fingers cut 
into her waist, keeping her angled in a position perfect for the two men, 
but agonizing for her. Somehow Susannah's knees were rubbing against the 
hard wooden floor, and the flesh was being scraped from them. They were 
bleeding. The girl was screaming insanely as the last little bit of Fritz's 
throbbing pole was totally buried in her rectal interior. The hot, tight, 
rubbery grip of her anus was like a tube of elastic around Fritz's stolid 
penis, and her sphincter was a rubber band. 

"Ahhhhaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhh!!!!" Susannah screamed, making Rachel and the 
other two girls wince. "It hu-u-u-u-u-u-rrrrrttttsss..." the redhead 
screamed. "Ohhhh Goddd!!! It hurts... huhhhh..." 

The screams had been in Norwegian, but the girls understood it. The other 
two girls, both of whom had been very recent arrivals at Auschwitz, not yet 
really experiencing too much brutality, were astounded at what the two 
soldiers were doing to the poor girl. Not that Reizl and Erma hadn't been 
fucked. They had been fucked soundly, and both had learned to love it, but 
neither of them had undergone the agony they saw Susannah experiencing. 

Fritz completely ignored the cries of the redhead and began pounding his 
massive prick in and out of the throbbing asshole. He sank into her with 
long, invading strokes, and pulled out of her with equally long, withdrawing 
strokes. 

Susannah felt wild sensations tear through her strained loins as her rubbery 
channel continued gripping the thick length of penile flesh, tugging on the 
muscle so her tissues were being massaged to where they were being torn. 

"Ach!" Fritz shouted. "I haff never enjoyed anything like this, before. 
Ach!" 

Hans was laughing, as he, too, enjoyed what was happening. Like Fritz, he 
had enjoyed his share of Jewesses at the camp, but never had he shared one 
with another soldier. He had to admit the pressure of Fritz's cock in the 
girl's asshole made her tight cunt even tighter, building the pressure even 
more, making it that much more enjoyable for him. 

Gerhardt, the third soldier, standing near the blonde and brunette, was 
laughing, enjoying the sight of the two men fucking one girl at once. It 
seemed so delicious to watch a prim, proper Jewess being fucked in two 
places at the same time. And that she was enjoying herself... well, that was 
even more interesting. But watching the way the girl's mouth hung open as it 
all happened seemed to give Gerhardt an idea. 

Susannah looked up and stared at the third soldier, as naked as the other 
two as he approached her. He was waving his huge cock, bright red around the 
crown, at her. It looked like the head of some prehistoric monster as it 
came closer to her. She stared at it as she howled out the combination of 
pain and thrills she was starting to feel. The two penises were touching a 
series of nerve-endings now, touching off little electric sensations in her 
body. She knew she would feel an orgasm, but now she began wondering just 
how powerful this orgasm would be. Her mouth hung open, her tongue dangling 
out, and saliva was dribbling down her chin as she realized the thrills 
building in her body were more powerful than the pain she had felt, and the 
pain was still agonizing. Her head, like that of a broken doll, jiggled on 
her shoulders from side-to-side. She wanted to lay flat on top of Hans and 
ease the pressure, but Hans was pressing on her breasts with both palms, his 
finger digging cruelly into her flesh, keeping her upper torso forced up at 
a forty-five degree angle. With her ankles tied back almost to her buttocks, 
it forced her to maintain her weight on her raw-scrubbed knees, but her head 
was high enough so that Gerhardt merely had to bend his own knees a little 
to bring his penis down to the level of her mouth. Her wild, red hair 
flailed wildly all over the place, and Gerhardt poked his penis between 
thick strands, saying, "Come, Fraulein. You haff used your cunt and your 
ass. It is time for you to use your pretty mouth, as well. Open wide and 
take mein cock." 

Susannah stared at the immense, enormous, pulsing penis, so close now she 
was able to smell the rutting heat emanating from the man's groin. The 
heated masculine tang dripped in silent tears from the sightless eye in the 
head. And the head looked so grotesquely bloated as it continued dripping 
the clear essence. The girl stared at it like a helpless mouse staring at a 
cat, fascinated, trapped, helpless, unable to get away, yet always hoping, 
praying. But eventually she realized she had to succumb, and so her mouth 
opened even wider as she leaned a little toward the throbbing organ, totally 
hypnotized. Her eyes finally closed, the lids fluttering shut because she 
didn't want to see her lips engulf the massive piece of hard flesh. At the 
same time the two penises already in her body lunged together. sending more 
vibrant thrills-mixed- with-pain shooting through her. At one point she 
feared the two penises would tear down the membraneous wall separating them 
and rub against one another. She would die, ripped and shredded to pieces by 
the two masculine prods working in her lower holes. 

Gerhardt saw his chance and plunged his cock forward, ramming the great, 
aching, swollen dingus into the open tunnel of the redhead's gasping mouth. 
He heaved a loud groan of lusting relief as he felt the girl's lips 
automatically close tightly around the throbbing stalk of cock. The hot cave 
of her oral enclosure was a temporary home for his throbbing penis, and he 
instantly began fucking into the warm shelter. 

Susannah choked and gagged, her mind still not quite able to accept the fact 
three different penises were invading the orifices of her body. Her dulled 
senses fuzzily picked up the sounds of the three men exhorting her to 
continue and work with her body to bring them all to a happy conclusion. 
Their words verbally drove her as their bodies physically drove her. All 
thought had died in her mind as she concentrated completely on physical 
pleasure. She was a thing, a creature, a living machine made solely for the 
pleasures of these three men. She struggled to ease their perverted fervor. 
She feared the rest of her would die as quickly as her thoughts. And from 
the terrific strain and agony she was undergoing, mixed with the vibrant 
pleasures shooting through her, the girl knew there was no hope for a quick, 
painless end. 

Rachel gaped, watching Gerhardt ram the screams of agony right back down 
Susannah's throat as he crammed his penis deeper and deeper into her 
pharynx. Rachel knew she was capable of withstanding the assault of such a 
mighty phallus, but wondered about the red-haired girl. The fat dong was 
jerking and shoving itself deeper and deeper into Susannah's throat, and the 
girl was gurgling and gasping for air. Rachel watched the fury with which 
Gerhardt's cock moved into Susannah's mouth. It was lunging into her with a 
greater power than either of the two phalluses invading her lower depths. 
The man's heavy, dangling testicles were slapping Susannah's chin and throat 
each time he plunged forward. and Rachel saw the intense determination on 
Gerhardt's face to shoot every last drop of his spunk down the girl's 
throat. All he had to do was massage his cock in and out of her mouth long 
enough to bring the white fluid up from his balls. 

Rachel felt herself sweating strongly, matching the heavy outpouring of 
fluid coming from Hans's body as he lay beneath everyone, continuing to ram 
his heavy prong into the tight vacuum of Susannah's cunt. The movement of 
his throbbing penis made a wet, sloshing sound as it continued frictioning 
in and out of the slavering maw of the girl's hot, tight cunt. 

The sight of all three of Susannah's orifices being filled repeatedly by the 
three penises was driving Rachel insane. She knew she wasn't the only one 
aroused. From the corner of her eye she saw the two other girls, Reizl and 
Erma feeling their own groins. But she, Rachel, had been probed in all three 
places and knew how easily one was able to come in any of the three holes, 
especially with all that pain. Pain! That was the one thing missing as she 
watched the three men fucking Susannah. Perhaps Susannah felt the pain, but 
Rachel felt none of it, and because she felt none of it, a good part of the 
thrilling sensation was also missing for Rachel. 

Moving closer, walking around the foursome fucking on the straw mat, Rachel 
saw the pink inner edges of Susannah's asshole each time Fritz's long, thick 
stalk came tugging back. The stretched ridges of flesh were reluctant to let 
go of the massive pole. She loved the way the flesh folded in on itself when 
the hard schlong went probing back into the girl's asshole. The erect rod 
filled the tightness of Susannah's rectum, and more shuddering thrills added 
to vibrant pain within her. Fritz pumped in and out, singing; "Ach du lieber 
Augustine..." as he fucked her in rhythm to his singing. And the other two 
men picked up the rhythm and pumped along with him. 

"So gutt!" Gerhardt gasped, continuing to cram his throbbing penis into the 
girl's mouth, clogging it again and again, feeling the head of his cock 
touch her esophagus and then push through the ring of her gullet all the way 
in. Ach! The girl was strangling on his cock, but somehow he knew she would 
not allow herself to die. 

Fritz threw his penis even deeper into the redheaded girl's tight rectum, 
pumping faster and faster, as if intent on wrenching the inner flesh out of 
her anus. He used his throbbing cock like some kind of murderous bayonet, 
stabbing into her ass repeatedly, trying to make her bleed, and astonished 
when the only liquid appearing on his prong each time he pulled it out was 
the substance his own penis unleashed. He loved sinking his throbbing dick 
into the tight hole dimpling the crevice between her lilywhite buttocks. The 
alabaster flesh, gleaming in the firelight, drew him on and on. 

Rachel sighed and whimpered, knowing how much delight Susannah had to feel 
by now. Whatever pain there was left in the redhead's body had to only 
enhance the feelings of orgasm that would shortly overtake the anxious 
redhead. 

Hans, underneath everyone else, heard the panting and groaning. He also 
heard Rachel's sighs, and turning his head, looked at the brown-haired girl. 
Before he left this cabin, he would have to fuck this one, as well. 

Susannah felt Gerhardt straining to push more of his aching member into her 
mouth. Her cheeks were swollen and bulging because of the breadth of the 
massive dork. She sensed the thickening of the lust-bloated member and 
wondered if it would split, or even explode in her mouth. Saliva fell from 
her lower lip, dripping onto her chin as she continued laboring, sucking the 
full length of the hot, heavy penis into her mouth again and again. The 
pressure in her throat each time the corona moved past the ring of her 
gullet was overpowering, and it equaled the strain the ropes created on her 
ankles and wrists. She blinked and stared at his hairy groin moving toward 
and away, toward and away, each time he pushed his throbbing penis back and 
forth. His hands were around her head, keeping her from twisting in any way 
as he slammed the full length down her throat again and again. 

Susannah, like Rachel, felt nerve-endings in her throat being touched by the 
penis which was sinking deeper into her mouth than any penis had previously 
sunk. Her gagging and sputtering were real, but she knew she wasn't going to 
strangle to death. Enough air was reaching her lungs to prevent her 
suffocation. The feel of the steely pole rubbing against her tongue and 
palate was the most delicious sensation she had ever known, especially in 
combination with the two other rods continually probing into her vagina and 
anus. Her tender, mucous-lined throat shuddered with anticipation as the 
penis continued rubbing it, and the girl sensed the thickening of the 
massive dork as it prepared to shoot its contents into her. There was still 
pain wracking her body, but in concert with the rapture she felt. it was 
maddeningly delightful. From the quickening twitches in the penis between 
her lips, Susannah knew the soldier was set to unload his jism. He was so 
close, the girl was able to see the twitchings in his testicles as he 
prepared to fire. 

Susannah strained powerfully to reach the mindless bliss of eternity waiting 
for her at the end of all this. The movement of the penises had made 
unspoken promises, and now the girl sought to feel the fulfillment thereof. 
The pain was quickly receding, becoming a dim memory, even though the causes 
of her pain were still in her body. Yet Susannah felt only bliss. She was 
soaring, on the edge of a marvelous eternity, bucking, slamming, pounding, 
feeling all three phalluses probe and seek her pleasure centers. Her ass and 
her cunt, along with her mouth sucked on the solid lances, feeling more 
pleasure with each thrust. For some reason, Susannah felt she was the one 
making use of the three men, for each of the three penises was going to give 
her a separate and complete orgasm. Rather than being used, the redheaded 
girl felt as if she was doing the using, even with her body trussed up in 
such a way her circulation was all but cut off. She wanted them, all of 
them. and she was intent on gorging herself with them until she was totally 
satisfied. Had there been a fourth man present, Susannah would have had him 
plug into her navel or one of her ears. Every part of her was alive and 
sensitive to the slightest touch. 

Rachel watched the way Hans heaved and strained. The weight of the girl and 
Fritz on top of her was becoming too much for the man. His face was already 
red and puffed up as he gasped for breath. And this was what gave Rachel the 
idea for freedom. The idea had really been nagging at the back of her brain 
from the time she had first entered Auschwitz. Now she saw the possibility 
of it becoming a reality. She needed the other girls. But she was certain 
with the other girls, freedom could not only be won, but maintained. She 
stared at the way Hans grunted as he slammed his body higher, as if trying 
to cut Susannah in two with his moving cock. From the glazed look in his 
eyes, Rachel determined that Hans, like the other two, was a glutton. He 
wanted to fuck all of them. He wanted to poke his penis into each orifice 
all four girls had. And Rachel was certain the other two men felt the same 
way. Well before they left that cabin, Rachel intended seeing to it the 
three soldiers fucked all four of the girls as often as possible, in as many 
places as possible. This was the only solution. And if the soldiers wanted 
to torture them while fucking them, so much the better, since Rachel's 
orgasms intensified with pain. 

She watched Susannah's love juices flooding out, spreading all over Hans's 
groin and hips. The girl's mouth was wide open, and though the thick penis 
down her throat was gagging her, she was shouting out her climax for the 
entire world to hear. The screams were muffled, but they were there. It was 
plain the redhead was affected by all this as Rachel had been. It was too 
late for either of them to enjoy what might be termed a normal sex life. 
Perhaps the blonde and the brunette might be saved, but Rachel knew she and 
Susannah would always need to suffer pain in order to enjoy pleasure. 

"GGGAAAGGGHHH... YYYAAAGGGHHH... HHHAAAGGGHHH..." the young redhead coughed 
and gasped as the first of her orgasms hit her. It was the oral orgasm, 
brought about by the penis rubbing against the nerve-endings in her gullet. 
She choked and gagged and coughed, tightening her throat even more around 
the penis plunging into it. 

Gerhardt was completely out of control. The long-stored quantities of semen 
locked in his balls were suddenly unleashed, and began hurtling down the 
tiny, narrow corridors of his penis with the force and speed of a rocket 
plane bursting through the stratosphere. His heavy balls were all aflame, 
and they spurted heavy quantities of hot, blazing come-juice through the 
stalk of the penis in lightning blasts. 

Hot, creamy, scalding blasts hit Susannah in her throat. Some of it washed 
into her gullet and was swallowed, but much of it backed up and came seeping 
out the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chin. Gerhardt felt the 
blazing spend leave his body at a fantastic rate, and continued pumping into 
the redhead's mouth, but even as he did this, he felt his penis starting to 
shrink. Ach! It felt so good. He fired again and again, forcing the girl to 
lick and suck the sperm from his dripping penis, making her use her tongue 
to clean his groin. 

Gerhardt staggered away from the others and fell onto another straw mat, 
breathing deeply, trying to recover. Rachel watched him and knew the man had 
a strong heart. He would recover very shortly, and he would want more. 

Susannah hadn't expected such force from the lava of Gerhardt's sperm. It 
had jolted her back to reality, and she had been forced to swallow furiously 
to keep herself from choking. But she was happy to do so, and just as happy 
to lap the sperm from the man's thighs, though the straining ropes around 
her wrists and ankles made everything numb. Her mind concentrated on 
drinking every last precious drop of Gerhardt's essence, enjoying the taste 
of it like some rare nectar. Sperm was the very lifeblood of a sensuous 
female, and Susannah, like Rachel, was just that. She was tired of being a 
slave, yet she did enjoy sex, and when Gerhardt pulled his cock from her 
mouth and she was able to breathe again, she saw the glitter in Rachel's 
eyes. A mental bond grew between the two females. They understood each 
other. 

Hans reached up and grabbed Susannah by her long strands of flaming red 
hair, and he kissed her mouth, sucking some of Gerhardt's sperm out as he 
chewed on her tongue. His lower half continued brutally bucking upward, 
slamming his throbbing cock into her ultra-tight cunt. Ach, ja! If the other 
three women were only half as good as this one, he would be more than 
content. 

And then Hans stiffened, his hips arched up into the air with his tongue 
buried all the way into Susannah's mouth, his throbbing cock rammed as far 
into her cunt as was humanly possible. The long awaited moment was there for 
Hans, but it was also there for Susannah, for the second of her climaxes was 
upon her. 

"YYYIII... HHHAAAYYYGGGHHH..." she shouted, feeling a dam of lust explode 
inside her tight pussy. She writhed and shuddered, feeling the pressure of 
the swollen cock inside her increase again and again. 

"HHHAAAIIIEEE... GGGUUUNNNGGGHHH..." Hans screamed, and an entire 
cataclysmic tidal wave seemed to unleash itself inside his testicles. The 
throbbing sensation roared through the tight underground passage of his 
testicles speeding with the movement of a troop train, and containing enough 
sperm with which to populate all of Germany overnight. But all of it came 
spitting from the tip of his penis and shooting into one woman's cunt; the 
vagina of the redheaded Susannah. Streams of sticky sperm filled her vagina 
repeatedly, then came dripping down and coating her thighs as he shoved and 
fucked it into her clenching cunt. 

Susannah was airborne with the wonderful thrills continuing to blast through 
her. She shuddered and trembled and felt the force of his spurting semen all 
the way up in her gullet where she still tasted Gerhardt's come. She also 
felt Fritz continuing to plunge into her rectum with all his strength and 
that was when the third climax, her rectal climax, hit her. 

"AAAIIIEEE... YYYAAAGGGHHH... HHHAAARRRGGGHHH..." she screamed, and the cock 
in her ass exploded as Fritz silently, but just as jubilantly shot his spunk 
into her, filling her ass to capacity. Streams of hot juice rushed 
repeatedly into her, then dribbled out, and the girl, still tightly tied, 
collapsed between the two men. It was up to Rachel to untie her when the two 
penises finally slid from her body. And Rachel saw she had just managed to 
save Susannah's arms and legs. 

 Chapter Nine 

Drunker than ever, the three German soldiers practiced more cruelty on the 
four girls while enjoying their bodies throughout the night. All the girls, 
at one time or another, were bound in uncomfortable positions and wildly 
fucked in one or another of their holes. 

It was a little before dawn. when Rachel, who had, for some reason or other, 
been used the least by the soldiers, saw Gerhardt was the only soldier still 
conscious. Two of the girls, Susannah and Erma, were dangling by their 
wrists from ropes tied to the beams supporting the shack. They had been both 
fucked, front and rear as they dangled, and the agony of the ropes pulling 
on their wrists, stretching their arms, was beginning to tell. Both Fritz 
and Hans were in complete oblivion, not only weakened considerably by all 
the fucking, but knocked out by the schnapps, as well. 

Gerhardt had Reizl, the brunette, on her back, with her ankles tied behind 
her head so her vagina was pointing almost straight up in the air. He was 
fucking his half-hard dick into her tunnel, pinching her ass and making it 
bleed with his nails to keep her moving and squirming, as he pumped his. 
prick in and out of her. 

Rachel had been summarily fucked by Gerhardt, and she had blown both, Fritz 
and Hans, but none of them had made her come. The girl decided it was time 
for her own orgasm before she and the other girls bade farewell to their 
captors. 

Stumbling toward the couple on the floor, she saw the bleeding half moons 
caused by Gerhardt's nails. Reizl's cunt, surrounded by black fur, looking 
more and more like a sable muff, pumped up and down, moving furiously around 
the semi-hard, hot pole thrust into it. 

Well, Rachel thought, Gerhardt had pumped his sperm into her pussy, it was 
only right he lick it out. She walked over with her ankles straddling 
Reizl's head, then leaned down and grasped Gerhardt by his ears, tugging his 
head up. She heard the man gasp as his staring eyes met her wet-splayed 
vagina with the light-brown fuzz encircling it. 

"Do you like it?" Rachel asked, staring down into the man's face. 

"Ah, ja, it is beautiful," Gerhardt admitted. "That is why I insisted on 
fucking your cunt." 

"Well now ii is time for you to taste my cunt," Rachel insisted. 

"Nein!" Gerhardt snapped. "I do not eat pussy." 

Leaning down, Rachel picked up a loose strand of rope with knots tied in it, 
and she brought it stingingly down on Gerhardt's back. A large red welt rose 
immediately. 

"You will eat my pussy," Rachel insisted, and a new feeling of power flooded 
through her. For the first time she was discovering what it was like to give 
pain rather than receive it, and she realized she liked it. She liked it 
very much. Now she was able to understand the wicked thrills Bobbi and Von 
Teich had from dealing out agony. She was dealing it out to a Hun she hated, 
and it gave her an immense amount of pleasure. 

"Nein!" Gerhardt snapped. 

"Yes!" Rachel insisted, and hit him again. She knew she had nothing to fear 
from the man. Aside from his being too drunk to stand straight, in order to 
come after her, he would have to pull out of Reizl's cunt. She knew full 
well he had no intention of doing so. He was still grunting and groaning as 
he slammed his cock into the seething pussy of the brunette beneath him. 

Rachel hit his back again and again, and more red welts swelled and built up 
until she had lines criss-crossing one another. And then the welts opened 
and Rachel saw blood; German blood. The sight of it enthralled her. To 
think, she was making one of the butchers bleed. 

"Suck my cunt," she insisted, throwing her hips forward. giving him access 
to her dripping cunt as it began flooding with more and more lubricity. 

"Ach!" Gerhardt gasped, but he was unable to resist. The girl had caught him 
at a weak moment, and his nose was already inhaling the mixed odor of his 
sperm and the musky density of Rachel's seething pussy. 

Rachel felt the heaviness of the man's breath on her vaginal split and was 
aware how close he was to coming. She had to make him eat her and make her 
come before he popped his wad into Reizl's body. 

"Suck!" she insisted, hitting him again, and suddenly Gerhardt's head moved 
forward and his long tongue reached out and stabbed into the drenched center 
of her dripping snatch. He lapped at her lust-slickened flesh, stabbing deep 
into her quivering cunt. Rachel almost fainted the sensation was so 
delicious. Delightful, licentious sensations shot into her as she arched 
back, thrusting her vagina forward to feel more of the thick tongue. Yessss! 
The world was finally going to be good to her. 

Rachel closed her eyes but swung the rope against Gerhardt's back again and 
again, urging his tongue to move all the more quickly and lap into her 
seething center. She wanted that orgasm almost as much as life, itself. And 
she knew it would feel just as good as it did those times she was being 
hurt, because she felt a sadistic pleasure in dealing pain to one like 
Gerhardt. It made the blood in her body bubble and churn and race. 

Reizl, lying on the floor with her ankles tied behind her head and her 
wrists bound behind her knees, had her eyes tightly shut. Though the ropes 
around her ankles and wrists hurt, she wasn't being dealt with as painfully 
as the soldiers had handled Susannah, earlier, and as a result, she was 
enjoying the semi-hard thrustings of the German penis into her sodden cunt. 
The heat coming from the iron stove was like blistering sunlight, and she 
felt everything so acutely and delightfully. All her inner senses had been 
turned on and she was enjoying it so much. The thick penis, even half-hard, 
felt good inside her, and she wished it would stiffen so he would be able to 
plunge the entire length in to her. One of the others, either Hans or Fritz, 
had fucked her asshole, and she had sucked off the third one, but she didn't 
handle all three at the same time, as Susannah had done. For that, Reizl was 
grateful. Even now, with her thighs pressed against her full breasts and her 
nipples almost cutting into her flesh, she was grateful not to have been 
manhandled even more viciously. The cock was sliding in and out with a slow 
movement, just powerful enough to keep the thrills in her own body at a 
peak. It pushed as far in as possible, which, considering it was not fully 
erect, was not too bad. Her hot cunt was very receptive to it. Ah, it felt 
so nice. For all their brutality, the Germans had taught her how nice 
fucking could be, and Reizl intended to go on enjoying it, whether in a 
German internment camp, or free. And even with a semi-hard dong, Gerhardt 
was more of a man than the commandant who had fucked her while in Auschwitz. 
That man had a four-incher which had been painful the first time, when 
deflowering her, and not nearly enough after that. 

Gerhardt didn't know what to think. The whipping against his back should 
have hurt him. He was certain the schnapps had prevented him from feeling 
the full extent of the pain, but he did feel it. And it aroused him, and 
suddenly his cock was getting stiff all over again, and he began thrusting 
into Reizl's cunt all the more solidly. He stared at Rachel's muff and 
tongued it again, enjoying the taste of it. Imagine, all his life, having 
resisted pussy eating. He must haff been a fool. Well now that he was doing 
it, he intended doing it to the best of his ability. He was getting close to 
coming, but the taste of this cunt enhanced every thing for him, and the 
knotted rope striking his back and buttocks built him to higher and higher 
peaks. Ach! Ja! This was gutt! A hand pressed on the back of his head, 
pushing his face even deeper into the muff, and he drank deeply, thirstily, 
enjoying the taste of the sticky lubrication. 

Reizl opened her eyes and saw the twin pillars of feminine thighs over her 
head. She also saw the naked pink lips of the cunt, and from the light, 
fuzzy ring of brown hair, she knew it was Rachel. And then she heard, "Do 
it, Gerhardt, suck it good," and she was sure. 

Yes, it was Rachel. Well, why not! From what she could see, Rachel was 
wielding the rope with all the force of a torturer swinging a whip, and 
Reizl was pleased to see the German's back taking all the punishment. 

Reizl clasped her thighs all the more tightly around Gerhardt's body as his 
swollen cock stiffened inside her. She had no intention of letting the man 
free. She stared at the way the German's lascivious, perverted tongue 
stabbed into the seething depths of Rachel's cunt. She, Reizl, had never had 
her cunt lapped, and the sight set her on fire. She was certain it was a 
wonderful feeling. The hard thrusts of the German's penis built shocking 
sensations in her own cunt, and she shuddered and gasped as thrilling stabs 
of lust blistered through her. With each passing moment she found herself 
closer and closer to the wonderful orgasm she knew was coming. Even the 
commandant who had fucked her with his four-incher had been able to bring 
her some pleasure, but this massive monolith of meat was really charging her 
up, and Reizl knew this orgasm was going to be her strongest. Her arms were 
still tied around her thighs and there was no way for her to use her hands. 
Even so, she clung to her thighs for dear life, knowing her satisfaction was 
only moments away. 

Rachel pounded her hips into Gerhardt's face with all her strength as the 
brunette Reizl did her best to elevate her hips even more. She fucked with 
her ass bouncing on the floor looking like a split basketball. Each lift of 
her body met the frenzied lunges of Gerhardt's penile thrusts. He was 
crashing into her, slamming his thighs into her buttocks, and Reizl gasped 
and choked, knowing this was going to be a superb climax. She no longer 
thought about, the fact that he was tonguing Rachel. She wanted that climax. 
Her body was reaching out for it, begging to feel it, aching to sense it. 

Shaking and moaning, Reizl tossed her head this way and that, her mane of 
black hair whipping out like a banner, first on one side, then another. 
Blissful seizures took over her interior, and she trembled violently each 
time Gerhardt slammed into her. Scintillating spasms of licentious eroticism 
enlarged in the brunette's fevered cunt. The sensations, like a large hand. 
reached into her, and Reizl felt the spreading fingers move into every part 
of her. She was so overwhelmed with sensation she wondered if she'd be able 
to remain conscious. 

Rachel no longer wielded the knotted rope. She had dropped it when both her 
hands grabbed Gerhardt's ears and pulled his hungering mouth even deeper 
into her creaming vestry. Now Gerhardt's hands were cupping her asscheeks, 
holding her body close to his face, and she used her hands to massage her 
own breasts, squeezing and pinching her own nipples. Her fingers tugged them 
unmercifully, causing her the delightful pain she needed. The tongue was 
fucking into her seething cunt like a tiny, slender, slick cock, and it sent 
all kinds of shuddering thrills through her. Enhancing everything even more 
was the thought of what she intended doing when this was all over. It made 
the sensations in her build even higher. Her hips bounced wildly as her 
pelvis slammed forward, and she screeched when his tongue slipped from her 
inner channel to swipe against her clitoris. Looking down, she saw the cords 
in Gerhardt's neck stand out as he strained to push his face even more 
deeply into her. 

Down below, Reizl was babbling incoherently as she began tightening up, and 
then Reizl was screaming and screeching as she felt her climax totally 
overwhelm her. 

"EEEYYYAAAIIGGGHHH!!" the brunette screamed, moving wildly from 
side-to-side, unable to keep her body still as the thrusting cock brought 
her to the ultimate satisfaction she had sought for so long. 

"HHHHUUUMMMPHHHHH" Gerhardt bellowed into Rachel's vagina as his throbbing 
cock shot its spurts of hot cream into the clutching grip of Reizl's 
fist-like yoni. 

And now it was Rachel's turn. The tongue against her clitoris was doing a 
perfect job, and the blasting sensation made her jump up and down with her 
thighs still clutching Gerhardt's face. Her voice screamed, 
"YEEEAAAGGGHHHAAAHHH!!" 

And then it was over. Gerhardt, totally unconscious, fell to the side, and 
Rachel knew the moment for freedom had come at last. 

She untied Reizl, then untied the other two girls. All of them quickly 
dressed as Rachel talked. 

 Chapter Ten 

Four girls dressed in wrinkled clothing boarded an express train in 
Bremerhaven. None of them had passports. but at that moment, in Germany, 
confusion reigned, and few, if any, had proper passports. 

The train took them just so far, then the girls, who by then had stolen 
coats, began walking. They didn't have to walk too far to encounter the 
Allies, who were advancing in their direction. In this case it was the 
British, and Rachel, in order to gain more sympathy, lied, telling them she 
was Jewish. In time, she and the other three girls were sent to the island 
of Cyprus, and there waited for two years before finally sneaking into 
Palestine. 

Rachel lied again, and the Palestinians took her to their bosom, accepting 
her as a Jew, making her a citizen of the new State of Israel. Eventually 
she married a Sahbra, a native-born Israeli, and raised Jewish children, 
none of whom really knew they weren't Jewish, at all. 

And in the spring of 1945, three naked bodies were found in an old shack not 
far from Bremerhaven. SS uniforms were strewn all over the place. All three 
men had been bound with their ankles tied behind them to their wrists, and 
then tied to their necks. They had died of slow strangulation. The dried 
sperm around all of them attested to the fact that each man had had an 
orgasm in the throes of dying. 


End
