GENERAL VON RICHTER'S LOVE CAMP
By Gregory Davis


Foreword

General von Richter was a high-positioned official in the Nazi army, but his job had more to
do with personal revenge than with the goals of the soldiers righting the war.
Richter had a weakness – a very particular weakness.
He loved beautiful women.
But General von Richter's love of beautiful women hurt them more than it should have.
One might think that a man with a love of sex and sensuality would make such an
experience enjoyable. But no, General von Richter seemed to enjoying torturing women!
Lola was one of the first in Richter's concentration camp of sexual torture. She was
young and beautiful, and Richter used her to his fullest capacity, ripping her clothes
from her and ordering her to perform degrading acts of sex upon him – on threat of
her life if she did not.
Richter liked women who knew their place in life – their place in his life, that is.
And then, he met Ingrid. Ingrid was Mistress in charge of the women prisoners in
Richter's Concentration Camp Number Seven. Something about her touched General
Richter, something about her reached down into the depth of his soul, and grabbed
hold.
It was, perhaps, that Ingrid was so much like himself so hard, so cruel, so ungiving and
unloving.
When he saw her that first time, outfitted in the tight and hard-looking leather outfit,
he was impressed that a woman could be so much of what he was himself. And Ingrid's
tortures were quite as good – and some better – than his own.
Woman after woman came into the hands of General von Richter and Ingrid; the
progression seemed endless... Lola, Marie and Denise were only a beginning. And yet,
Ingrid was not to go unpunished for her cruelty... not at all.


Chapter 1

General von Richter sat behind the green expanse of his new, highly polished desk and
grinned with satisfaction. With his left hand he lovingly fingered the shiny brass
buttons of his new Gestapo gray uniform... the uniform of a General in the Nazi Army.
With his right hand he lovingly squeezed the growing, pulsating length of an enormous
erection.
At last the world was his. He was a General... not just any General, of course, but a
General in the German Army, the most powerful army in the world. The army that was
going to rule the earth and all the people on it one day.
The feeling of power... the thought of it was enough to add to his excitement and make
his enormous prick throb with eagerness. He had been waiting for this moment a long
time... all his life it seemed. Today... a beautiful, bright sunshining Monday morning he
had taken over his rightful post... accepted the stripes and honors of a General in the
Army of the Third Reich and the head of Concentration Camp Number Seven.
Number Seven... the words played through his mind with an almost magical quality.
This place with its beautiful, glorious electrified barbed wire barriers was whispered
about all through Germany... perhaps even throughout all of Europe. Most people had
heard of Number Seven but few knew firsthand for a fact whether the place really
existed.
The stories that had circulated about the Concentration Camp Number Seven were so
formidable that, in fact, had. General von Richter himself not made special inquiries as to
the existence and nature of the activities here he himself might not have believed what
he heard. Concentration Camp Number Seven... torture and sex... the name of the
place and the things that went on there had become almost synonymous on the lips of
those who dared speak of this establishment.
It was only fitting and right then that Bans Richter had risen through the ranks of the
Fuehrer's army to the status and glory of General... and the position of Commander in
Chief of Number Seven for who, he asked himself, was more suited to the job of
breaking down the resistance of incorrigibles, spies, traitors and whatever other slime
dared to even attempt to interfere with Germany's glorious dream and the superiority of
the Master Race!
The Master Race... beautiful, beautiful words! Richter stood and without even being
aware of it clicked the heels of his shiny black leather boots. He strode across his huge
office feeling his chest swell with pride, feeling the satisfaction coursing through his
veins. The mirror above the file cabinet reflected everything that he loved most... the
sight of himself, tall, blonde, blue-eyed – an exquisite specimen... a perfect example of
those born to rule the world.
"Ah, Richter," he whispered lovingly toward his own reflection, "you have done it, at
last you have done it and it is good."
He walked over to the window and gazed out across the fenced yard where the
prisoners were allowed to exercise. The camp was at lunch now so the expanse of hard
brown ground was deserted for the time being. A blue cloudless sky lulled Richter into
a state of contented reverie.
Getting to this time and place and position in his life had not been easy. He had had to
prove himself... again and again to those who held higher rank in the glorious German
Army. A young, ambitious soldier from the north was not easily recognized as the
superior being he truly was. It had been a long hard battle to the top... a battle in which
he had had to prove his strength and determination; a constant step ladder of
accomplishment which had at last led to this glorious day.
And it had begun with Lola, Richter knew. Lola the beautiful bitch who had almost
destroyed his career before it had had a chance to blossom.
He would never forget her...
And he would never stop hating her.
He had seen her first at the brauhaus on the road to Munich... the night after the first
battle in which he had participated.
He had been frightened... of course, he had admitted that to no one but inside himself
he knew it. Every soldier has to fight his first battle like that, Richter told himself. But
at least Hans von Richter had emerged from the encounter alive and without a scratch. Yes,
it was a night for celebration; a night for good beer and warm woman flesh. When his
outfit pulled into the cobblestoned courtyard next to the country brauhaus Richter felt
himself weaken with relief. Tonight, he knew, would be a night he would never forget.
Inside the country tavern the silence hung in the air... an emptiness that screamed of
the presence of war and fighting barely a hundred kilometers to the north.
Richter was the first to enter the room... more eager than the other men for distraction.
When he saw the emptiness... the desolation he screamed at the top of his lungs,
"Service!!" The sight of that room... with its vacant chairs and tables brought his
feelings of fear to the foreground of his mind again and he couldn't bear it. He did not
want to think of war, he did not want to think of the dangers that lay ahead of him. He
wanted to drink and eat and laugh... and make love.
Yes, especially that. What better way was there to forget a man's troubles? What better
way was there to push aside those things that were almost too painful to consider?
His huge prick needed action... a warm wet hole to sheath it and milk the juice from
his balls. He wanted to feel the sweat of his body... wanted to feel the sweetness of a
woman's flesh being crushed beneath the strength of his own lust.
Again he screamed, louder this time... his voice rippling with anger... an anger born of
terror beyond his wildest dreams.
Hurrying footsteps clattered from upstairs... a woman's footsteps.
Richter spun around in the direction of the staircase just in time to see her rushing
around the corner and into sight.
She was beautiful... more beautiful even than she should be because the fright had
drained the color from her cheeks. As the girl moved into the room she glanced around
at the sight of the German soldiers and her eyes sparkled with apprehension.
"Food!" Richter yelled at her pounding his fists on the bar top. "Food and drink for
these fine soldiers of the Fatherland! What do you mean by keeping us waiting?"
He heard a tone in his own voice that was new even to himself... Felt a momentum
gathering in his own body. Again he pounded his fists on the bar top... and as though
in answer to the loud, authoritarian sound other footsteps came rushing down from
above.
"Yes, yes, right away!" the beautiful blonde barmaid said, her voice trembling with fear.
"Everything good for the gentlemen, only the best for the soldier." Richter smiled and
pulled himself up to his full height He was glad that this show of confidence, this outer
shell of bravery had impressed the people around who had heard it for now the soldiers
were screaming too, barking orders at the girls who had filed into the room from their
hiding places on the floor above.
Richter had set the tone... the tone of victorious, superior beings. Richter had inspired
the other men in his outfit to assume the attitude of the conqueror.
This was the way it was meant to be, he knew, a leader, a taker, a man meant to direct
other people and told them what to do.
He felt good.
And now he meant to feel even better.
His eyes moved down the gleaming bar top to where the girl was filling steins of ale.
Her thin white blouse shaped itself provocatively around her huge breasts.
She couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen, he figured, possibly even a virgin.
How nice it would be to slide his pole into a nice, virginal opening... to tear open an
unused virgin slit and feel his prick bury itself deep inside the soft wet flesh.
The thought of it stirred a warmth in his loins and he felt the muscles up and down his
thighs tighten in anticipation of the victory to come tonight. He strode in her direction
never taking his eyes from the bobbing mounds beneath her blouse.
He stood right in front of her... so close he felt he could almost smell the soft white
flesh on her chest and arms.
"What is your name?" It was not a question... it was a command for obedience.
The girl looked up at him... huge brown, doe shaped eyes shining with fear.
"Lola," she whispered her voice cracking on the syllables.
"Lola... a very nice name," Richter mused aloud. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Sixteen, sir!"
"Yes, sir, sixteen, sir!" the girl corrected herself trembling visibly now.
"You like German soldiers," Richter continued, his voice loud... aware that he had the
attention of most of the people in the room.
The girl looked around her as though seeking a place to run and hide but there was no
safety, no shelter from Richter's deep penetrating gaze.
"Yes," she murmured, "they protect our country."
"That's not what I meant," Richter insisted, "I mean do you like German soldiers... to
make love to?"
The girl blushed crimson and averted her gaze from Richter's. "Oh, sir," she said her
tone shaking with fear, "I do not think of such things!"
"You'd best think of them now, for you are about to know the glorious experience of
being made love to by a member of the Fuehrer's army." Richter hissed.
"Now see here," a deep male voice interrupted, "You are speaking to my daughter – I
say this with all due respect."
Richter turned slowly to the left in the direction from which the voice had come. A
balding, pale faced man of about fifty with a paunchy stomach encased in an inn
keeper's apron was walking toward him. "I will give you and your comrades food and
drink, sir, as is fitting to do for the army of my country but I must insist that you treat
my only daughter with the respect due her years and innocence. Richter seemed to be
frozen statue-like for a moment. He saw a great, white flashing blinding light before his
eyes before the room became clear again. In the haze of an anger which he had never
before experienced, he only barely heard the sound... "his rights... his daughter's rights."
Richter hardly realized what he was doing until it was all over. Before he knew what
was happening, he had lifted the revolver from its holster at his right hip. The sound of
gunfire filled the room. A moment later the man lay dead and bleeding at Richter's feet.
All hell seemed to break loose. Women screamed and men whispered excitedly. But
again Richter's voice filled the room overpowering all the voices in it and taking charge.
"Get him out of here and dump him in the back along with the other garbage," he
growled.
A moment later, two of the soldiers were carting the dead man's carcass from the room.
Lola started to run after them her voice filling the air with its terror and misery.
Richter reached out and his fingers twisted deeply in her long; shining hair. She
screamed loudly as he forced her around to face him.
"You go nowhere unless I say so," Richter announced. He stared into her eyes with an
intensity that made her suddenly numb and helpless with fear. He did not gaze either
to the right nor left... but Richter knew that he had the attention, again, of everyone in
the room. He could feel the eyes staring at him questioningly... wondering what he was
going to do next, how he was going to handle the situation. Certainly no soldier had
behaved as he had... no private in the army had taken such liberties with civilians... and
German civilians, at that.
But nobody spoke, nobody dared offer any opposition. They knew that deep inside of
him he was not a man to be reckoned with, not a man to be thwarted in any way. Even
the commander of his outfit somewhere there among the others in the room, had
chosen to remain silent... had chosen to observe the happenings and not attempt to
interrupt in any way.
Richter was aware of this especially and this fact added to his confidence and gave him
the courage to continue toward the fulfillment of his desires.
He did not speak to the girl immediately. He continued to stare at her, his eyes burning
through the thin material of her low-cut blouse.
In his imagination he pictured what her breasts must look like... huge, juicy, white
melons with pink centers. Big... yes, he knew they were big, he could tell by the way
they jiggled and heaved when she moved and when she breathed.
He wanted to see those breasts... had to have those breasts... had to have them. Wanted
to crush them between his fingers, yielding to the strong, insistent pressure of his m He
felt the perspiration break out in little beads across his forehead and trickle down the
side of his neck. She was his captive and the awareness of her helplessness made him
feel all that much more desirous of possessing her body.
He reached out and twisted his fingers into the thin material. The sound of the garment
ripping seemed to flash through the room like thunder... accompanied by the sound of
girls' screaming.
A gasp broke out in the room as Lola's huge tits were revealed for everyone to see. She
screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands but Richter slapped the fingers away
like little butterflies in his path.
"No... no, please, no!" a woman cried...
Richter silenced her with his stony gaze. The resemblance between their faces told him
that this woman was Lola's mother but he didn't care.
"One more word and you will be next," he growled.
"But, sir, please... she is my only daughter... innocent... a virgin..."
"Seize her," Richter screamed. "Seize the woman and strip her naked. Two soldiers
seemed to materialize out of the thin air to grab Lola's mother by the arms and force
her forward into the arena-like area that had been formed by the crowd surrounding
the brazen young soldier and his teenage captive. From the other women who worked
in the brauhaus there erupted a flurry of panic... sobs and wails of despair and fear.
"The doors!" Richter screamed, "Seal them off Hurry!"
In a moment, two soldiers had placed themselves, machine guns in hand before the
only exit from the room.
A tense, nervous hush filled the atmosphere broken suddenly by the sound of Richter's
laughter. It was a loud, deep, confident sound of a man who knew he was going to get
his "And now, my dear Frau, you shall see that Richter always keeps his promises and
never threatens emptily. You will learn that I am not a man to be defied. Strip!"
The woman blanched, huge tears filled her eyes. She begged Richter silently for mercy.
"I will count to three. One... two... ' "No... leave my mother alone," Lola screamed. "Do
what you like with me but leave her alone! Look what you've already done to my
father! What is it that is wrong with you? Are you mad?... Richter back-handed the girl
across the face sharply.
Her teeth snapped together from the impact of his slap. He screamed and covered her
mouth with her hand. Her eyes were wide with panic.
"Silence," Richter snapped. Then he returned his attention to the older woman.
Without taking his eyes from her towering form he addressed the other soldiers:
"Gentlemen. It seems that this lady will require some assistance. I shall demonstrate
what I have in mind."
His hand flashed out and captured the top of the woman's apron. With one sharp
tugging motion, Richter had ripped the material from the throat to the waist. Lola's
mothers breasts popped into view.
Again a gasp filled the room. The woman... ripe and mature in her forties was obviously
the possessor of a beautiful body which had been hidden underneath the peasant
clothing she wore. Now those clothes were half in rags, hanging around her waist.
"Gentlemen... you may finish the job," Richter said, smiling cruelly.
The soldiers who had been standing beside her were immediately upon the woman
pulling the clothes from her body, heedless of her screams of her pleas for mercy. They
ripped her garments to shreds... the skirt, the stockings, the linen panties were all torn
beyond recognition... until a few minutes later the woman stood naked and shivering
for all to see.
Richter chuckled heartily. "I must commend you, Lola," he said, "you have a fine
looking mother. You should be proud... and proud that she is about to serve the army
of the Fatherland by donating her beautiful pussy to the cause of the Master Race."
Lola wailed and babbled incoherently.
Her mother stood mute, her huge dark eyes were glazed over in horror. Her lower lip
trembled.
Richter approached the woman. He slid his revolver securely into the holster, then
reached out and captured a naked breast in each hand.
The woman winced from the pressure of his hard .caress.
"Fine breasts... very fine..." Richter growled, pinching the sensitive the elongated
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Please... no... please don't," the woman begged.
But Richter ignored her. His only answer to her appeal for mercy was to squeeze harder
pinching the delicate nipples until she moaned with pain.
Richter's ice-blue eyes seemed to turn to a steel-grey, glowing with the force of his
desire and the intensity of his cruelty. The woman seemed to melt before him, sinking
to her knees slowly while she groaned with the pain of her nipples being mercilessly
pinched.
The German soldier thrust his pelvis forward. The hardening bulge in the front of his
pants stuck out brazenly from his body.
"Suck." He said the word slowly... softly... but there wasn't a person in the room who
didn't hear it, so still and tension-ridden was the atmosphere.
The woman turned her head away from the sight of Richter's crotch. Tears of
humiliation and pain rolled silently and freely down her cheeks, staining the apple-fresh
complexion and leaving broad, white stripes on the soft flesh.
"I said... suck!" His tone was a little louder now, trembling with the force of his intent;
menacing and cold.
"Please... I never..."
His right hand deserted her nipple and in the flash of a second's time, Richter had
slapped the woman hard across both cheeks. The force of his assault snapped her head
first to the left and then to the right. She gasped from the sharp impact of her teeth
being slammed together as she was struck.
"I beg you... I implore you..." the woman's voice faded off into a low wail of despair as
Richter reached for the front of his pants and unbuttoned his fly. A moment later, his
huge penis was sticking straight out from his body, it's thick, red head pointing directly
at the woman's quivering lips.
"Eat it," Richter growled. "Eat it... or I take this gun from my holster, shove it up your
pussy and blow you to heaven right here on the spot."
The woman's eyes glazed over with terror. She did not doubt his seriousness for a
moment. She couldn't, for only minutes ago, she had seen the soldier murder her
husband without a second's hesitation or the slightest regret.
She closed her eyes and started to lean forward.
Richter slapped her again. "Open those eyes, you pig! You must see what you are doing
and appreciate the gift I am giving you. It is a privilege that I allow you... the supreme
honor of sucking the cock of a soldier of the Fatherland. Is that clearly understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
"That is better. Now suck!"
The woman took the head of his huge cock in her hand and held it motionless for a
moment, staring all the while at its pulsating thickness. Then, she leaned forward and
tentatively placed her lips on the tip of the giant organ.
Richter grabbed her by the base of the skull and pulled her head in toward his body. At
the same time he shoved his hips forward, sending his huge cock all the way down into
the woman's throat.
The kneeling woman gagged from the sudden intrusion of the fleshy pole. Her stomach
rippled visibly and she, attempted to back off... to pull herself away from the ramrod
stuffing her throat.
Richter twisted his fingers deeply into her hair and began to pump his hips back and
forth. His thick cock slid in and out of the woman's mouth, and soon the slickness of
her saliva made his pole shine.
He ignored the sounds of her moaning and gagging and continued to pound away at
her mouth. Again and again his monstrous cock disappeared into her throat, until she
began to retch from the continuous assault.
Suddenly, Richter slid his prick all the way out and released the woman from his grip.
She fell backward onto the floor, legs spread wide to reveal her pink, hairy cunt.
Her hand flew to her mouth and she continued to gag unable, for the moment, to
recover. Her cheeks were flushed red and she looked as though she were having trouble
breathing.
Richter stared down at her pitiful form and laughed loudly. "So, you still keep your
mouth open, do you?" he mocked as the woman gasped for air again and again. "That
must mean you are still hungry. Innkeeper! Food! Bring us f..."
There was no one in the room who intended to cross swords with the soldier, now. In a
matter of moments, there, appeared before him a tray of dinner.
Richter pulled the sobbing woman to her feet and forced her onto a nearby bench. Still
laughing, he yanked a length of cord from his knapsack and fitted it through several
holes in the tray
The woman screamed as Richter, having emptied the tray onto the table, grabbed her
huge breasts and wrapped the cord around them, so that the tray was firmly attached
beneath her naked bosom. Now, Richter reached for a bowl of soup which had been
brought with the meal and balanced it on the tray.
The Woman Shivered.
"Eat!" Richter said, handing her a spoon. "But I warn you that you'd best be careful.
For every drop you spill out of the spoon, there is going to be another German cock
inside your pussy before the night is over.
And so saying, he returned his attention to the beautiful, half-naked Lola.
Lola sat, huddled in a corner, weeping softly. She could not bear to watch the sight of
her mother's humiliation and the reality of the fact that her father had just been
murdered was more than she could cope with. Her face had turned to a sickly, ashen
color and her shoulders drooped.
There was no mistaking the sound of Richter's boots as they clattered across the heavy
oak floor. Lola's body tensed in fear and anticipation.
"On your feet, bitch!" Richter called in her direction as he approached her, leering
lewdly.
She turned around slowly and forced herself to look at him, knowing what the man was
capable of doing to her if she disobeyed him in the slightest way.
Richter was as perceptive as he was cruel, when it came to matters involving the torture
and domination of helpless living things. "That is better," he said, motioning her to her
feet with a slight movement of his hand. "I like a fraulein who knows her duty."
When Lola was standing, her fear became apparent to all who looked at her. Her legs
trembled so violently that her knees knocked together. Still, she remained on her feet
and forced herself to face her captor.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," Richter said, moving his own hands to the huge,
gleaming buckle of his belt.
The girl remained motionless for a moment, gaping at the hard, throbbing prick that
extended from Richter's fly. The organ still shined with the spittle from her mother's
mouth. If anything, it had grown even more enormous than before from the excitement
and pleasure of having been sucked upon by soft, moist lips.
"You like it, eh?" Richter said, smiling, as he removed his jacket and began to unbutton
his shirt.
The girl didn't answer. She swallowed hard, revealing her fear and continued to stare at
the enormous erection before her... the first she had ever seen.
Richter was stripped to the waist now. His hard, powerful muscles rippled each time he
moved, attesting to the perfection of his physical conditioning. There was no doubting
the strength or stamina that his body possessed... or the damage it could inflict, if so
inclined.
"On your knees," he commanded the trembling girl. At the same tune, he sat down on
a bench and slid* his legs forward.
"My boots," he told her. "Get down on your hands and knees and remove my boots...
quickly!"
His last word and the sharpness of his tone seemed to snap Lola out of her shocked,
silent state and back into acute awareness. She leaped forward and fell on her knees in
front of the blond, half-naked soldier. Reaching forward with shaking fingers, she
grasped the heel of his boot and began to tug.
Richter planted the sole of his foot squarely between Lola's naked breasts and shoved
hard. The girl screamed as the force of his motion sent her backward, sprawling on the
floor.
"Strip!" Richter screamed at her. "Take off every stitch of clothing before I rip it off
you!"
"Yes... yes, sir," Lola babbled, and hurried to remove the remainder of clothing covering
her young body.
In a few moments she was naked. Soft and ripe and totally exposed to the view of
everyone in the room.
Richter's exposed cock bobbed, as if showing its appreciation of the luscious sight. The
girl was perfection. The last traces of baby fat only served to enhance the womanliness
of her sweet, pink body. A soft, curly V of hair covered her virgin slit, promising
delicious treasures within the folds of her delightful flesh.
The girl was crying openly, now. Richter knew the fear and embarrassment she must be
experiencing, naked and shamed like this in front of a room full of strangers... to say
nothing of the other people who knew her. This aspect of her discomfort only served to
heighten his own arousal and interest in the proceedings. He stroked his cock lovingly
and shivered with excitement as he extended his heavily-booted foot once again in the
young girl's direction.
"Now, you may remove my boots," he said, his voice rippling with erotic overtones.
"And then, my trousers."
As the girl moved to obey the blond soldier's command, an unspoken tension made
itself felt around the room in the shifting of bodies and repositioning of feet from side
to side. Everyone knew what was going to happen, and it was as though the entire place
had now been caught up in the drama of the proceedings.
Several of the soldiers moved forward to get a better view of the naked maiden, their
own cocks bulging brazenly to form great lumps in the fronts of their grey army pants.
A few of them chose to remain on the other side of the room to fondle the breasts of
the girl's mother who appeared to have suddenly gone mad. The woman was sitting
mute, eating her soup with one hand and sliding the middle finger of her other hand in
and out of her vagina.
At last, after much tugging, Lola managed to remove the second boot from Richter's
feet.
"Now, kiss them!" Richter ordered her, feeling new power and excitement surging
through his loins. "Run that lovely pink tongue of yours over those dusty leather boots
and make love to them the way you are going to make love to my cock!"
As though she were in some sort of a trance, the young girl lifted one of the thick,
black leather boots from he floor and brought it toward her lips. She placed her soft,
pink mouth against the subtle curve where the boot was fitted to conform to the calf
muscle, – and started to nuzzle the leather.
Richter trembled visibly as he watched the girl with the boot in her hand. There was
something exceptionally stimulating to him in the sight of her wet, pink tongue flicking
out and moistening the dark black hide. It was as though he could actually feel that
very same tongue of hers caressing his own flesh... worshiping his body and paying him
the homage that was his due.
And suddenly, he could wait no longer... could not deny himself the ultimate pleasure
of penetrating this virgin's cunt for another moment.
He jumped to his feet and stripped off his trousers. Standing above the girl's naked
form, he paused for just a moment to take in he sight of her nakedness, one more time,
full length.
He jumped on her and began to paw her innocent flesh. His massive hands closed
around her breasts and squeezed deep channels in the soft, delicate flesh.
Now, his body covered hers so completely that the girl was almost completely hidden
from view. Several of the soldiers in the room stepped forward to get a better look at
the sight of a virgin being taken so brutally by a member of their own.
Richter forced his knees in between Lola's and began to pry her legs open. The girl
suddenly came to life again... the final vestiges of her self-preservation instinct taking
over and overcoming her fear and sense of helplessness. She screamed and clawed and
fought to roll out from under the man who was attempting to pierce her tight, virgin
slit with the enormity of his throbbing cock.
"Grab her!" Richter yelled, holding the girl down against the floor with the weight of
his entire body.
The men hurried to comply with his wishes. They argued over who was going to hold
this arm or that leg. But in a few moments, each of her limbs was firmly captured by at
least one pair of German soldier's hands.
Now, it was safe for Richter to rise. He lifted himself to a sitting position on top of her
girl's stomach and slapped her soundly back and forth across the face, until her
screaming had reached a fever pitch and the blood trickled down out of the corners of
her lips.
She attempted to struggle, but it was useless. The men held her spread-eagled on her
back – helpless before the lust of the Nazi soldier, Hans von Richter.
The fury was evident in his eyes as he slid backward until he was kneeling between her
outspread thighs. He reached in front of himself and squeezed her nipples until the girl
screamed loudly in pain.
"I will show you what happens when you attempt to resist a member of the
Fatherland's force!" he growled, and slid his hand down over her naked belly.
"Wider!" Richter screamed to the men who were holding Lola's ankles.
They knew precisely what he was talking about and what was expected of them.
Grunting with an animal enthusiasm, they pulled her legs further apart, until the girl
cried out, begging for mercy... fearful that her thighs were going to be cracked into
separation from her torso from the force of the soldiers' tugging and yanking.
"Lift them!" Richter ordered.
Then men forced Lola's knees double above her helpless body.
Suddenly, her tight cunt was uplifted and in full view. The men sighed with
appreciation of the tempting sight, Richter just stared.
And trembled.
Now, he reached forward and cupped the girl's pussy in his hand. His finger slid up
and down along the crack between the hairs, teasing and exciting the man who was
fondling the virgin's hole.
"Please," Lola gagged. "Please, I am a virgin!"
"Not for long!" Richter spat, to the accompany men t of loud, nervous laughter and
catcalls from the others in his outfit.
He extended his middle finger and poked it into Lola's pink opening. The girl screamed
in pain and wriggled her bottom, trying in vain to escape the cruel intrusion.
But there was no escaping Hans von Richter's will for her, now. He thrust his finger in to
the second knuckle, until he could feel the taut resistance of her maidenhead.
"You were telling the truth, I see," he said, leering at the girl's face which was frozen
with pain and fear – eyes bulging, mouth slack and bleeding.
Richter grasped his penis and brought the thick head to the opening of Lola's pussy.
Panting with eagerness, he wedged the mushroom-shaped tip between the tight opening
of her pussy lips.
Lola bucked her body in agony.
Richter shoved himself forward, with all his strength, burying two full inches of his
enormous cock inside the girl's opening.
Lola's scream seemed to bounce off the rafters.
The sound of her pain seemed to inspire Richter and renew his desire. He shoved his
hips forward again... and again... ripping apart the tender flesh that separated him from
his objective.
And then, with one mighty lunge, he was buried to the hilt inside of the girl's torn and
bleeding cunt... pumping away furiously... lashing her body with his... banging his cock
all the way up inside of her again and again until his juices spilled forth like a spring
flood, filling her cunt and running down the insides of her thighs...
Richter turned away from his office window, aware of the painful, insistent throbbing
between his legs. His actions, that fateful day, had been the start of his reputation. A
reputation of strength and cruelty and insistence upon discipline that had resulted in
his present position as General and Commander of Concentration Camp Number
Seven.
And to celebrate this momentous occasion, Richter told himself, smiling happily, he
was going to go out and find himself another virgin to torture and fuck.
Right here, in the women's prison barracks.
He couldn't think of a lovelier way to spend an afternoon.
Richter moved briskly walking across the yard toward the women's barracks. Lunch
must over by now he surmised grinning with satisfaction as he thought of the pleasures
that lay in store for him.
His hard-on had diminished somewhat... but the feeling was still there, strong and
urgent and insistent in his loins. His desire was something that never really left him, he
knew. like the energy and vitality that pushed him ahead... drove him onward in times
of war, in times of stress... his lust was an ever constant thing.
And he prided himself in it.
Richter had long since given up trying to count the number of women who had been
lucky enough to know the exquisite experience of his big prick thrust between their
widespread thighs. A dozen, two dozen... perhaps hundreds by now; yes, certainly,
hundreds he repeated to himself. Hundreds of lucky, lovely girls who would never, ever
forget what it was like to be possessed by the one and only Hans von Richter. "General
Hans von Richter," he added, grinning openly.
The women's barracks in Concentration Camp Number Seven was a series of long, low,
flat, cloud-gray buildings desolate and forlorn looking. They hugged the ground as
though in fear of being blown away.
These buildings had long since passed the stage of being ramshackle. Originally they
had been erected as temporary detention quarters; now, long-term prisoners and
"political enemies" were kept here for the duration of the war... if they survived that
long.
Richter knew however that the appearance of these buildings was not entirely the whole
story. True, they were old looking and weather beaten... but inside they had been
fortified and refortified so that their walls were as strong as iron when it came to
restraining human captives.
Richter searched his mind. He could not recall of ever having heard of a successful
escape from Concentration Camp Number Seven. Perhaps there had been attempts at
escape but... but a glance to the other end of the yard with its high barbed wire was all
that Richter needed to assure himself that any attempt to escape could only end in
failure... and in suffering for the unfortunate prisoner far beyond the stretches of their
wildest imagination.
The sharp sound of springing footsteps distracted Richter's attention from his own
thoughts. He interrupted his purposeful steady gaze to glance to the left in the direction
from which the sound was coming.
A tall, buxom thin looking woman was hurrying in his direction staring straight ahead
at him. When she saw that she had caught his attention, her strong square set shoulders
seemed to set themselves into an even more erect and determined angle. She hurried
across the remaining space separating them, snapped her heels and saluted smartly.
"General von Richter," she said in a curt, no-nonsense tone of voice, indicating long
experience in a position of authority, "allow me to present myself." Richter smiled,
pleased that his reputation had spread sufficiently that he had been recognized by
someone he hadn't laid eyes on before. "Yes," he answered, indicating with a nod of his
head that the woman had permission to continue.
"I am Ingrid Vogt, Mistress in charge of the women prisoners of this camp. I must
humbly beg your forgiveness for not being present this morning when you took
command. However, it was important for me to be in town on special business."
"And what may I inquire was the nature of this special business?" Richter asked. "What
is important than meeting your General, your chief?"
"Nothing, sir, nothing at all..." Ingrid corrected herself a momentary glint of worry
lighting her cold, lowered eyes. "I wasn't meaning to imply that my business was more
important than meeting you..."
"Come, come now – enough of this beating around the bush," Richter snapped curtly,
"let's get on with it woman. Exactly what were you doing?"
"I was meeting the weekly supply train to receive a shipment of..." her voice trailed off
and she grinned slightly obviously with pleasure; "training material, sir."
"Training material," Richter repeated her expression questioningly.
"Special devices we use... specially designed for our work here at Number Seven. It is
not enough just to employ whips and canes and lashes of the usual kind. Here, you
must certainly know, we have many prisoners of an especially incorrigible nature. It is
often necessary to use particularly effective types of persuasion to make them come
around to our way of thinking... to induce them to cooperate with our cause."
"Yes, yes. That sounds very sensible," Richter agreed allowing his imagination to
wander and experiencing the awareness of an intensified throbbing between his legs as
a result of his vivid conjurings.
Seeing his smile of approval returned, Ingrid felt relaxed enough and sufficiently
confident to offer a smile of her own. "Perhaps the General would care to examine these
materials more closely... to see our special persuaders in action?"
"Yes, yes. That would be an excellent idea," Richter agreed eagerly. He nodded toward
the barracks and started to walk slowly with Ingrid alongside. "Shall we proceed?"
"We are fortunate," Ingrid continued happily falling into stride alongside Richter
pleased that her new General and Commander was so much like herself in
temperament.
"Fortunate in what way?" Richter asked.
"We have a new girl here today. A French girl... her name is Marie. A member of the
underground, I am told."
"You mean an ex-member of the underground," Richter corrected with a sly grin
spreading across his face.
"Precisely," Ingrid said shaking her head and smiling. "This is a girl who could be
important to us. A girl who could help the cause."
"In what particular way?"
"She has information, sir... we are certain of it. Information regarding the whereabouts
of unauthorized radio transmitters behind German lines. Enemies on German soil who
are broadcasting classified information out beyond the borders of our country. And let
me tell you, sir, it was no small achievement to capture this girl for rumor has it that
she is head of a vast ring of would-be informers."
"Ah yes," Richter agreed, grinning more happily. "This will make it doubly pleasurable
for what she has done... or attempted to do... it will be delightful to watch her pay."
"And pay she will," Ingrid promised aloud, "dearly, General von Richter, dearly."
The inside of the first gray building was in far better repair than the outside. Without
speaking, Ingrid led General von Richter down a long silent corridor.
"Sound proofed?" Richter asked. He was aware that dozens and dozens of women were
housed in these buildings yet unable to hear a sound.
"Quite," Ingrid answered smirking. "It wouldn't do to have the voices carry now, would
it?"
Richter grinned. It was not necessary to answer. They both knew precisely what Ingrid
had meant by that last remark.
The awareness added to Richter's sense of eager anticipation. The knowledge that a girl
could be tortured... that she could scream and cry and howl until her very lungs burst
without anyone hearing, without anyone interfering or coming to her aid pleased him
beyond measure. He allowed his imagination to wander again... he saw himself standing
naked, whip in hand as dozens of helpless females bound and gagged were forced to do
his sexual bidding. One by one he saw them taking turns giving him the satisfaction
and pleasure he craved... an endless succession of naked, writing, alluring, womanly
bodies for his use... and for his use alone.
He could hardly wait to begin.
"In here," Ingrid said inserting a key in a locked door, "this is where we shall hold
Marie's initial interview."
The door was opened to reveal a large, barn like chamber. Except for benches and
closed cabinets on the farthest side of the room the area was empty. A cold concrete
floor and slatted wooden walls and ceiling added a gloomy note of foreboding.
A perfect setting for unspeakable horrors to be perpetrated on helpless victims, Richter
thought with pleasure... and soon, very soon...
Ingrid reached for the top button of her long coat and smiled. "If you will permit me,
General; I have already dressed myself in my 'training clothes' for I anticipated
immediate commencement of Marie's punishment."
Richter did not have to ask for further explanation. In a moment Ingrid removed her
coat to reveal an outfit far different from what one would have assumed the woman was
wearing underneath the drab gray outer covering.
Her strong muscular body was almost naked except for a tight fitting black leather
halter and matching panties. High gleaming boots of matching leather encased her
muscular legs and ended at mid-thigh.
Around her hips twin leather straps held a huge dildo carved of ebony wood in the
perfect replica of a man's prick. A weird sort of gun, Richter thought in passing. But
then, not really... for undoubtedly, this must be one of Ingrid's most effective weapons
when it came to dealing with recalcitrant female prisoners.


Chapter 2

Richter eyed the woman up and down as she adjusted a small matching leather cap atop
her head. Her leather outfit completed now, she looked even crueler... even more
dominating and formidable than she had initially appeared when Richter met her.
There was no denying it. Something about her excited him; perhaps it was that very
cruelty he perceived, that similarity in their natures that made him find her perversely
attractive.
He eyed her lingeringly without making any attempt to conceal his interest and at the
same time he wondered about his own desire. After all, this woman was a far cry from
the females he was accustomed to possessing. She was neither very young nor very
beautiful. She was not fragile or appealing in the usual sense of the word.
She was a challenge... yes, that was it, a challenge or at least that is what she appeared
to be. So smug, so confident, so accustomed, Richter imagined, to having her own way
with all of those who fell within the realm of her jurisdiction as Mistress of women
prisoners.
"I must tell you that I like your outfit," Richter said, allowing his expression to soften...
to communicate some of what he felt inside himself at sight of her.
Ingrid smiled with delight and pleasure at the sight and sound of his approval. "As with
everything else in this camp, sir, I am of course totally at your disposal."
The sound of her yielding to him made Richter's hard-on throb with renewed vigor and
life. Suddenly he realized that the social amenities were not necessary here. In fact, he
was the General... the Commander-in-Chief of this entire concentration camp. There
was nothing here, nobody, that was not at his command... not available to his every
whim at any hour of the day' or night...
Mistress Ingrid included...
"We shall see whether you can take as well as give," Richter announced, his tone
suddenly returning to that of Commander-in-Chief. "Hand me that instrument,
Ingrid!" he said, extending his right hand in her direction.
Without a word Ingrid removed the thick dildo from its place at her hip and handed it
to her superior.
"Remove your panties."
"Yes, sir."
Ingrid hooked her fingers inside the V-band of her skimpy garment and tugged
downward. The skin-tight bikini panties peeled themselves over the curves of her ample
hips revealing a smooth expanse of white flesh... and then a dark V-shaped triangle of
pubic hair.
Richter caressed the wooden phallus. He knew immediately what he was to do.
"Over there," he announced, pointing toward a wide bench at the far side of the room.
"Follow me!"
"Yes, sir."
Ingrid fell immediately in stride with him as he hurried toward the objective.
Dildo in hand, Richter lay down on the bench and stretched full length.
He reached to his side where Ingrid stood awaiting his command and tugged at her leg.
She seemed to understand exactly what he wanted. Without a word she lifted her
booted foot and placed it over his body placing herself above him. Her back was toward
him and Richter reached up to cup the huge luscious mounds of Ingrid's naked ass. He
grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide revealing the pink... of her pussy.
"Suck my cock!" he demanded. "Bend over " and take it all the way into your mouth."
"Yes, sir."
Ingrid reached down and unbuttoned his fly. Immediately, Richter's huge prick stood
up like a soldier at attention, hard and stiff and ready for action.
Ingrid spread her legs a little wider and bent over. A moment later Richter's cock was
settled deep in her throat and she mouthed the stiff rod expertly.
Richter slid the fingers of his right hand forward looking for the outside of Ingrid's
pussy. He felt the moisture growing in the area of her cunt and he smelled the love
juice building.
There was no doubt the woman was excited and that she was enjoying her work. He
could tell that from the way she sucked hungrily at his cock... the way she curled the
tongue around the head and slurped at the mushroom tip expertly.
He rammed two fingers into her pussy hole and she didn't even wince at the brazen
intrusion. Richter felt the walls of her cunt move easily to accommodate his fingers.
She must have been able to be fucked by a horse he thought sliding a third finger into
the wet, slimy channel and jiggling them all around inside of her.
And still there was room for more!
Now Richter had four fingers inside Ingrid's cunt and he was shoving them roughly
deep inside her body. He heard her groan... a mixture of pleasure and pain. This
inspired him to pound more heavily at her wet accommodating channel.
He felt the walls of her cunt close around his fingers and squeeze them... milking them
as though they were a stiff prick buried deep inside her.
Again and again she squeezed her inward channel, constricting her love shaft around
Richter's pistoning fingers.
As he finger-fucked her eager willing hole, he shoved his hips upward thrusting his
long stiff cock deeper into her hungry throat. Ingrid took the ramrod all the way down
and continued to suck... not stopping for a moment... not interrupting the rhythm of
her cocksucking even to breathe.
She was an expert... a perfect and well disciplined servant. What a shame, Richter
thought, that she wasn't young and pretty. What perfection it would be to dominate a
woman as talented as Ingrid in the art of sex.
It was then that he remembered the dildo dropped by his side on the floor when he had
assumed this horizontal position.
Richter reached down and found the long wooden cylinder without taking his eyes
from Ingrid's jiggling rear end. He aimed the head of the shaft toward the fold of flesh
which partially concealed her cunt from his view.
Ingrid knew what was coming. She reached back behind herself, grabbed the cheeks of
her ass and spread them wide.
Now her cunt was in Richter's full sight... wide and gaping and dripping pussy juice.
He could see the inner pink flesh... slimy and gleaming with liquid.
He slid the head of the dildo in between the fold of flesh, aimed it and shoved hard...
Ingrid groaned and wrapped her lips even more tightly around his cock. She fought to
keep her balance as the enormous dildo plunged deep within her body... pounding its
way up her hole and earning itself at least ten inches.
He pulled out the head and then thrust it in again without any mind to the possible
pain he might be causing the woman.
If there was pain involved, she did not mind it. Certainly she did not indicate it.
Ingrid's only response to the bold intrusion in between the walls of her cunt was to
suck harder at Richter's prick... until he thought his entire body was going to explode
with the need for release.
"Enough!" he yelled suddenly.
Reluctantly the woman released her hold on his cock and turned back to look at him
questioningly over her shoulder.
"We don't want to spoil this by ending it so fast, now do we?" Richter told her by way
of explanation. "We will continue with this another time."
"I have satisfied you then without making you come?"
"For the present, yes." Richter answered. "Now put on your panties and bring the
prisoner. You are an expert quite obviously when it comes to persuading men. Let us
see what you can do with a woman... a woman, I presume, who is far from willing to be
persuaded."
Richter was grateful for the moments he was left alone while Ingrid was gone in pursuit
of Marie. He tucked his aching prick back into his trousers, wiped the sweat from his
forehead and concentrated on the not-so-simple task of restoring himself to a state of
composure.
There was no doubt about it in his mind. Oh, how he loved sex! How he loved to fuck
and be sucked and to dominate the women in his life... which, of course, was the way it
should be, he added hastily to himself.
And especially now that he was a General. A Commander-in-Chief of Concentration
Camp Number Seven... and all the people in it, prisoners and staff, alike.
He strode around the huge, somber looking room, feeling suddenly anxious for the
day's continuing amusements to continue. So far, this had been a banner day in his
life... perhaps, the most momentous one of all. To be sure... accepting his new rank and
assignment here at the camp was, to date, the high point of his career in the Army of
the Fatherland. And who knew, Richter went on to tell himself, happily... perhaps this
might be just the start of a glorious phase of his career that he, himself, had not even
dared to imagine!
Where the hell was Ingrid? And Marie?
Richter glanced restlessly toward the door through which the buxom Mistress of
Women Prisoners had disappeared. To be sure, Ingrid was one of the most unusual...
and, in her own way, inspiring women that he had ever met. There was something
about her... something different... something that separated her from the masses of
female flesh he had tasted and put her in a class by herself.
Discipline... yes, that was the word. Ingrid had a sense of discipline... both of her own
self and of those, undoubtedly, who were under her command, that Richter had never
before observed..
Just the small example of what he had seen... the way she so immediately and expertly
catered to each and every one of his whims was enough to tell him that this woman
was, indeed, something special – far out of the ordinary. There was no doubt in his
mind but that he was going to learn a great deal from her. He could hardly wait to see
how she dealt with the girls and women who were in her charge... the regime she had
set up and, undoubtedly, enforced, in order to keep those prisoners in line and, of
course, in mortal terror of arousing her wrath.
Yes, he would learn from her... learn from her and then go on to improve upon
whatever system or systems she had evolved. For, although Ingrid might be perfection
when it came to training and disciplining people she was, after all, only a woman... and
Hans von Richter was a god among men!
As though in answer to his impatient thoughts, the door suddenly clicked as the lock
was turned and Ingrid walked into the room. Her triumphant smile told Richter,
without the need for verbal communication, that she had brought along with her the
prize which both of them were so eager to partake of... Marie.
Ingrid moved into the room shoulders squared, head held high with typical Arian self
confidence. In her strong right hand, she held a thick, silver-colored chain.
The chain was attached to a pair of handcuffs which were restraining the movements of
one of the most beautiful women Hans von Richter had ever laid his eyes on... Marie
DuPres, the alleged leader of an underground resistance movement and an expert in the
field of radio communications.
Marie was blonde and blue-eyed and as tall as Ingrid, herself. The young woman moved
with a spiritedly gait which implied a fiercely-strong spirit within that beautiful body.
Although her clothing was dirty... undoubtedly a result of the struggle after which she
had been captured... and even though she wore not a bit of make-up on her face, she
was more striking than any woman had the right to be.
Her long, silken hair flowed like golden wheat to her breasts. Huge, highly-arched
melons, they strained against the confines of her thin blouse, as though attempting to
break free and expose themselves for Richter, Ingrid and, indeed, the world to see and
admire.
Her short skirt revealed a pair of long, shapely legs... firm, yet attractively molded and
tapered. Her thighs appeared to be as smooth as velvet, and Richter could not help
allowing his imagination to wander as, in his mind's eye, he followed the outline of her
thighs up to the place where her sex was so tantalizingly hidden... just above that
enticingly-short little skirt.
Ingrid moved faster, tugging the young woman behind her as she directed them both
toward the center of the room. "Hurry along, pig," Ingrid growled, and gave an extra
tug on the chain.
The result of the sudden, unexpected yank was to set Marie abruptly off-balance. She
stumbled forward, breaking her stride, and fought for a moment, to regain her
equilibrium, so as not to fall directly forward onto her face.
The result of the sudden action and reaction served to make Marie's enormous breasts
jiggle and bounce loosely within the folds of her lightweight blouse. Richter thought he
caught a glimpse of thick nipples, straining against the clinging fabric. An especially
intense throbbing in his prick told him that this woman was going to be a pleasure to
deal with... enemy, of the country or not!
"What do you wish me to do with this dog?" Ingrid asked, smiling devilishly at Richter
out of Marie's sight... even though her voice was as cold as ice.
Richter winked and took his time answering. Purposely, he strode around the silent
woman, appraising her body from all sides and angles, devouring the sight of fresh
meat with which he knew he was going to satisfy an enormous hunger.
"I shall leave the matter entirely up to you for the time being," he answered at last, as
he walked over to a high-backed wooden chair and sat down, stretching his legs out
wide to reveal the huge bulge at his crotch. "I am sure, Ingrid, that you are more than
capable of evoking the response which is necessary for our purposes. V shall be content
to remain here and observe you for the present. You have free rein."
The sudden gleam that appeared in Ingrid's cat-green eyes could not possibly have been
construed to be anything but the pure, unadulterated lust that it was. Richter caught
sight of this fleeting but undeniable response and realized that the woman was even
more various in her tastes and abilities than he had previously suspected..
This awareness added an even greater dimension to his interest in the proceedings
about to take place. It was going to be very interesting to watch these women in action!
Ingrid turned to the woman and slapped her sharply across the face. "And now, my
dear, I suggest that you change your attitude to one which is a little more cooperative...
if you know what is good for you, that is," she said.
"Go fuck yourself, Nazi pig!" Marie spat, in fluent German.
Ingrid balled her fingers into a tight fist.
"No... stop," Richter interjected, before the German torturess had the chance to strike
Marie again. "I do not want her bruised... unless it is absolutely necessary." His tone
softened somewhat, obviously in appreciation of Marie's rare good looks. "There must
be some other way that he can convince this woman that it is in her own best interests
to cooperate with us."
For a moment there was silence all around.
"What do you think, Ingrid," Richter continued, insistently, "Is there not something
else with which we can convince her?"
Ingrid thought for a moment. A sudden gleam in her eye announced that she had come
up with an idea.
"Certainly, General," she said, then, "I think I have just the right answer." And with
that, she took the chain connected to Marie's handcuffs and slipped the last link over a
hook in the wall, so that Marie could not run away.
Richter watched with growing interest as Ingrid moved across the room, her sharp,
highheel leather boots clicking along the bare floor. She walked directly to one of the
closets on the other side, unlocked it, and rummaged around inside. A moment later,
she returned carrying a large hypodermic needle in her hand.
"This is one of the new devices which arrived with our most recent shipment of
persuasive materials," Ingrid announced, checking to make sure that there were no air
bubbles mixed with the cloudy solution inside the syringe.
"Yes, yes... that is a much better idea," Richter said. "Chemical persuasion "is
sometimes preferable to brutality... at least temporarily, in cases like this."
Marie caught sight of the needle and screamed. "No, no, you're not going to use that
on me," she cried, backing away from the sight of the advancing Ingrid, long spike
needled syringe in hand.
"Where do you want to inject her?" Richter asked, ignoring the woman's frightened
pleadings.
"In the buttocks... of course," Ingrid answered with a sly smile playing around the
corners of her cruel mouth.
"In that case, I shall have to subdue her for you," Richter thought aloud, "Permit me to
be of assistance."
He walked over to where the woman was handcuffed and chained to the wall. In a
moment, he had removed the link from the hook.
Marie started to pull furiously on her chain, trying desperately to escape. "Please, don't
inject me with any of your medicines..."
Richter purposely ignored the sound of her voice... at least on the outside. Secretly, the
sound of her terror was giving him a tremendous amount of pleasure and excitement.
He felt the response to her every cry throb almost painfully between his legs. It was
going to be absolute paradise to shove his hard cock into Marie's delectable pussy. He
could hardly wait for the right time to occur for such pleasure.
Again she tugged on her chain... harder this time, as increasing fear turned toward
hysteria. Richter, of course, was much stronger than the woman, even in her panicked
state.
He pulled her in toward him, hand-over-hand, as though he were reeling in a fighting
fish. When the woman stood directly in front of him, he reached out, caught one of her
huge breasts through the thin material of the blouse she wore and squeezed the nipple
with all his strength.
Marie's blood-curdling scream filled the room and soared upward into a wail. Her voice
cracked and she drew her breath in sharply, only to scream again, as Richter dug his
fingernails into her sensitive flesh, squeezing mercilessly.
Richter then caught a handful of blonde, soft hair and yanked. The woman howled.
Tears of pain and fear welled in her huge, doe-shaped eyes. She opened her mouth to
beg him to stop but the pain was too much. No words would come. Only a cracked,
gurgling sound escaped her soft lips.
"On your knees, slut!" Richter demanded. "On your knees before me or I'll crush the
very life out of your body!"
The woman sank slowly beneath the unbearable weight of the pain and the pressure of
Richter's weight. When she was on her knees in front of him, the man tugged her hair
forward again... this time, with an especially vicious yank. At the same time, Richter
stepped gingerly backward, away from her.
Marie fell forward, flat on her face. Her hands bent behind her and her fingers curled,
responding to the sudden, increased pain of the handcuffs binding her delicate wrists.
No sooner, was she prone on the floor than Richter leaped on top of her and straddled
her supine body. He placed his hard, muscular buttocks directly over the base of her
spine, concentrating all of his weight there.
The girl kicked and screamed and struggled with all her might, but she was no match
for Hans von Richter. All she could do was scream and squirm. She could not escape.
Richter lost no time taking advantage of his new position and the effect of his leverage
on the helpless woman's body. While Ingrid gloated with delight, he reached down and
hiked the short skirt upward over Marie's quivering buttocks. The snow white ass
cheeks were scantily hidden now by only the thinnest pair of French lace panties.
Richter observed the delectable sight for a moment, then reached down to fondle the
twin mounds of womanliness. Marie screamed obscenities while Richter ran his palms
over the curve of one ass cheek and then the other. He took his time feeling her
bottom. Then, with one quick movement, he slid his hand down in between her satinsmooth thighs.
His hand cupped and grasped and he squeezed the outside of Marie's cunt until she
was screaming again with renewed pain. Richter paid no heed to her suffering. He
could feel the crack of her pussy through the tissue thin material of her panties, and the
delicate material separating his fingertips from the actual flesh served to add to his
already enormous excitement.
He kneaded her cunt lips through the panties again and again, pressing his fingertips
into the crack and enjoying the sound of Marie's crying, added to the additional
convulsions of her body, each time his cruel caress increased her pain.
Then, when he could bear the waiting no longer, he twisted his fingers into the
waistband of the material and with one, purposeful yank, tore the panties from her
quivering behind.
Her ass was a sight that made him stop dead in his tracks for a few moments. Twin
globes of white perfection, they twisted and squirmed before him, enticing him all the
more.
Again, he reached his fingers in between her thighs. He tore a few of her pussy hairs
out by the roots as he fought his way past her resisting thigh-muscles and into the dry
slit of her vulnerable cunt, Marie groaned with pain as Richter's finger forced its way,
unlubricated, into the depths of her dry, tight hole. She writhed in agony as he twisted
it inside of her, scraping the walls of her cunt with his fingernail, probing deeper, faster,
harder.
In the meantime, Ingrid was growing impatient at the sight of Marie's naked buttocks.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she approached the prostrate woman now, needle
in hand, and looked to her commander for permission to administer the injection.
"What exactly is this going to do?" Richter asked, as the spoke pierced Marie's exquisite
flesh and the liquid began infiltrating into the woman's body."
Ingrid smiled and finished her work. "In a minute or two, Marie will cease her
struggling and end all her resistance. This, General von Richter, is the most powerful
aphrodisiac known to medical science. Of course, it is still in its experimental stages
and highly classified information... but our previous testing of it in other detention
camps has been highly successful with men and women who were otherwise... shall we
say, 'reluctant' to cooperate with our cause."


Chapter 3

Richter stared downward, fascinated by the sight of the lovely bare ass before him.
Slowly, and then more perceptibly, Marie's struggling lessened. The muscle tension in
her thighs and buttocks eased... and then, with a long, tired sigh she relaxed.
"The girl will sleep for perhaps five minutes or so," Ingrid informed Richter as the man
got back up onto his feet. "By the time she wakes up she will be in a totally cooperative
mood."
Richter nodded, satisfied. "That is good," he said. "I'm getting a little tired of
resistance."
"There won't be any more, I assure you," Ingrid said, almost apologetically. "If I had
known earlier, I could have had the woman injected before she was brought before you.
It's just that..."
"No need to be sorry about anything," Richter assured Ingrid, straightening his clothes.
"The matter is quite well attended to now, I am certain. I just hope that the injection
will take its desired effect."
"Please do not concern yourself about that, General. We have reportedly been
successful in over ninety percent of our experiments."
"We shall see."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of soft moaning, coming
from Marie.
"I think she is starting to awaken," Ingrid said.
Richter nodded his agreement. "Is it advisable to remove the handcuffs from her wrists
yet?" Richter asked.
"It is quite safe, I assure you," Ingrid answered, reaching for the keys. "She will present
us with no more problems until the drug wears off. And that, happily, will not occur for
some time, yet."
Richter watched as Ingrid unlocked the metal restraints and tossed them aside. Now,
the heavyset woman rolled Marie over onto her back. The prisoner's eyes were still
closed. She was sleeping.
"Shall we strip her now, sir?"
Richter had to work so as not to let his enthusiasm and excitement show. "Please
proceed as you usually would in these matters," he answered, forcing a tone of
indifference into his voice. It would not do, he decided, to have Ingrid know just how
very much he was affected by the sight of the half-naked Marie before him.
"Very well, sir... as you wish."
Ingrid reached under Marie's arms and hoisted the unconscious woman onto her feet.
As she was still asleep, Marie was dead weight and Ingrid had to drag her across the
room to the high bench.
Once there, the German mistress shoved her prisoner onto the bench and arranged the
beautiful blonde's body carefully. From a cabinet, she produced a pair of cutting shears,
with which she cut the clothes from the sleep woman.
Richter felt his breath catch and hold in his lungs as Marie's total nakedness was
revealed to him. Stripped and sleeping, the woman was even more beautiful to behold
than she had been before. In repose, the features of her face had softened, allowing the
innocence and childlike quality of her appearance to truly reveal themselves.
"No, not yet... just a few moments longer," Richter said, when Ingrid had returned
from the closet with leather straps to restrain the sleeping woman again.
"She will awaken shortly."
"That is all right," Richter answered. ignoring the warning. "I will be able to take of
her."
He walked down to the bottom of the bench and allowed his gaze to wander up and
down Marie's bare figure. Her huge breasts were capped by deep red nipples, bluntedged 
and dappled. He wanted to suck on them... to feel them between his fingers again.
He moved up to the bench and pushed her feet over to the sides. As her ankles slipped
over the edges, her thighs spread, revealing the pink inner lips of her sweet pussy.
Richter gaped at the pink cleft that divided the perfect blonde V of her pubic bush.
How sweet it was going to be to have his mouth against that warm hole, he thought...
to stick his tongue and his cock up into her sweet pussy until she screamed with delight
and begged him to fuck her senseless.
Ingrid seemed to have been reading Richter's thoughts.
"If you like, I can demonstrate how the begun to take its action." The woman's voice
clearly indicated her eagerness to participate in Marie's seduction.
"By all means," Richter said, stepping back as he granted permission. It would be
amusing and exciting to watch these two women together, he decided. Lesbian activity
had been a rarity in his experience. Still, Richter knew he would enjoy this. Anything
that had to do with women and sex was to his liking. He had proven that, he knew,
time and countless time again.
Ingrid climbed up on top of Marie's inert form, straddling the naked woman in much
the same position as she had straddled Richter, earlier. When she was comfortably
seated with her buttocks crushing Marie's naked breasts flat, she reached forward and
down, digging her fingertips into the in sides of Marie's creamy white thighs.
Expertly, Marie moved the flesh further to' the side, exposing more completely, the
pink inner lips of Marie's open cunt. The hairs parted further and the delicate, inner
flesh was revealed in a most enticing manner to Richter, who squirmed with pleasure as
his hard-on increased in length and thickness.
Ingrid framed Marie's pussy with her practiced fingers and spread the outside lips as far
apart as they would go. Then, she leaned forward and down, pressing her mouth to the
outside of Marie's gaping cunt.
Richter moved slightly to the side so as to get a more complete view of what was going
on. He watched, fascinated, as Ingrid extended an impossibly long, snakelike tongue
and inserted the pink tip into Marie's vaginal opening.
The tongue slithered back and forth, like a tiny, stiff prick. In and out of Marie's hole it
flicked, wetting the lips of the sleeping woman's pussy... lubricating the channel for
even further entry and penetration.
Ingrid sat up after a few more minutes of eager cuntlapping and smiled triumphantly.
"See?" she announced, nodding downward.
Richter allowed his gaze to follow Ingrid's direction. There, between the widely spread
lips of Marie's pussy, the woman's clit was clearly visible... stiff and hard and obviously
excited.
"The drug is working," Ingrid added, unnecessarily. "In short order, our little captive
will be awake and screaming for sex."
"Excellent," Richter said. "Now what do you plan to do with her?"
Ingrid hoisted herself off of Marie's sleeping body and stood upright next to the bench.
"Our usual procedure in the cases of new prisoners brought here for detention and
punishment is to overwhelm them with the concept of being totally servile. The women
are turned into love slaves... totally dominated by our staff and thoroughly brainwashed.
We have found in repeated instances that a prisoner who has finally accepted the
notion of being at the complete mercy of her captors is not likely to withhold or distort
information.
Richter thought this over for a moment. "What about the standard torture devices and
procedures? Are these not satisfactory for eliciting information out of prisoners?"
"Not completely, sir. You see, if a prisoner is tortured and reaches the point where her
body will not allow her to experience any more pain, she most probably will confess to
most anything that is asked of her. True, in many cases, the information that we receive
as a result of torture alone, is accurate. But often, the information is not entirely
accurate.
"What will usually happen, is that a prisoner will tell or confess only as much as is
necessary to put an end to her agony. On the other hand, if a prisoner comes to believe
that the well being of her very spirit and soul depends on the approval of her master or
mistress, she will extend herself to satisfy his or her every wish. If that wish includes the
desire for full confession or complete details as to the nature of enemy activities..."
Ingrid allowed her last sentence to remain unfinished, the implication of her previous
logic being obvious.
"Of course, we still use torture techniques as a large part of our training system for
prisoners," Ingrid went on, almost as though she were consoling Richter who, to be
sure, felt something of a sense of disappointment at the thought of a limited amount of
brutality being employed on the lovely woman sleeping nearby.
"After a while," Ingrid said, "the prisoners, in fact, become totally dependant on
punishment as a sign of approval from their captors. There are very few instances where
a slave does not come to love his whippings and beatings and to feel quite cheated if
they are not administered with regularity and severity. It is all a matter of conditioning,
you see."
"Yes, indeed I do," Richter admitted honestly, feeling much better now about the whole
thing. Of course, he realized, he would have to observe Ingrid 's technique for a bit...
but this really came as no great surprise to him, for he had realized, earlier this
afternoon, that he could learn a great deal from this multi-facetted woman.
Richter's thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the sound of low moans coming from
behind him. Moving as if they were one, he and Ingrid turned quickly around to face
the bench on which Marie was still placed.
"Ah, she is starting to wake," Ingrid announced, her voice rippling with pleasure. "I
shall now be able to demonstrate the first part of a prisoner's love-slave indoctrination
procedure."
With that, the buxom woman walked to the closet and selected several thick, leather
straps with heavy buckles. Pulling Marie into a sitting position, she fastened the French
woman's hands behind her back once again.
Marie's eyes blinked open. Her long, lovely dark lashes fluttered like twin butterflies
and she gazed around the room in an obvious state of confusion.
Ingrid hurried around to the front of the prisoner and smiled. "Do not worry, my dear,
everything is quite under control. You have no cause for alarm. As a matter of fact, I
am about to make you feel very good."
Ingrid winked at Richter. At the same time, she slid her right hand down in between
Marie's outspread thighs. Immediately, she found the woman's cunt and slipped a
finger inside.
Marie's eyes bulged wide with surprise. Then, a glassy expression replaced the one of
alarm. Reflexively, she started to sway back and forth, sliding her bottom rhythmically
on the bench as Ingrid fingerfucked her pussy.
"You see what I mean, General?" Ingrid said, as Marie sighed softly with obvious
pleasure. "The drug has taken it's desired effect. For the time being, this woman will be
unable to resist any type of sexual stimulation."
Richer could not wait to try a few experiments of his own. He hurried over to the
bench and edged Ingrid out of the way.
"You have simply to command her, loudly and firmly... and it is as good as done,"
Ingrid assured him.
"We shall see," Richter answered eagerly, as he stood, directly confronting their wideeyed captive.
"Lift your heels on the edge of the table," he said to Marie.
Marie hesitated for a minute. Then slowly, she raised first one foot and the the other,
until both heels were firmly planted on the edge of the table where she was seated.
"Lovely... absolutely lovely!" Richter exclaimed joyously, as the new position spread the
lips of Marie's pussy wide open, affording him a complete view of her hole and the
rounded bottoms of her asscheeks, directly below.
He moved closer to her and slid his finger into her cunt. Marie sighed happily and
began to work her body back and forth again, in time with each of Richter's digital
thrusts.
He felt the clit inside her pussy lips, hard and stiff against the tip of his finger. He felt
the juice gathering inside her cunt, bearing further witness to the chemically-induced
state of arousal in which his prisoner had been placed.
With his free hand, he reached out and captured one of her rosy-red nipples. He
squeezed the blunt-edged bud of flesh and saw the girl shiver with delight.
"So you like for your tits to be played with, do you?" he said absently, as he continued
to roll the little nipple back and forth in his grasp.
Marie hunched downward, shoving her cunt further around Richter's finger. Her inner
walls constricted and hugged Richter's flesh, squeezing the probing finger as though it
were a penis.
"She's coming around... indeed she is," Richter observed aloud, inserting another finger
into the slit that was now quite wet and dripping with eagerness. "This woman is ready
to be fucked."
"If I may suggest, sir," Ingrid said, sounding slightly impatient. "it is customary for the
slaves to be branded first. This is accomplished with a minimum of difficulty at the
point where the effects of the drug are the strongest... which is now."
The word 'branded' set off a chain reaction inside Richter's mind. He imagined the
sight of the girl's flesh, seared with the insignia of the Nazi Army. His cock throbbed
with eagerness for the experience to occur in real life.
"Yes, yes... that is a good idea."
"It is quite scientific, actually," Ingrid said, when Richter had slid his fingers out of
Marie's gaping twat. "When the prisoners return to their normal states, the first thing
that they are impressed by is the brand of the swastika on their breast. From that
moment on, it is difficult for them to forget that they are no longer free-thinking
individuals. This is the first step in impressing upon them the fact that they are a
property of our glorious Fatherland, and that from this moment on, their only purpose
in life is to serve their country by total obedience to the instruments of that country...
namely, us."
Richter grinned from ear to ear. His entire body rippled with pleasure and eager
anticipation. "Yes, yes... quite scientifically sound, I am sure. Let us get on with it then,
shall we?"
Ingrid, obviously an expert in such matters, performed her task with dispatch and
delight. She helped the groggy, drug-addicted girl onto her feet and steered Marie
across the floor to a chair in the corner of the room. Once their, she sat the blonde
prisoner down and secured her naked body into a sitting position by means of straps
placed around the girl and secured to the chair. A metal brace, placed cross-wise
prevented Marie from squirming from side to side or lurching forward, lest she stab
herself in the stomach in the sharp metal tip.
Now, Ingrid hurried to a coal stove. From its flat top, she lifted a pair of metal thongs
and a branding iron.
Richter shivered with delight as he saw the metal iron with its squared-off crossed
insignia being placed on the burning interior of the coals. In a few minutes, Ingrid
carefully lifted the instrument out, and held it up as the smoke rose form its red-hot tip.
"She will never forget this," Ingrid announced haughtily as she approached Marie,
holding the tongs in one hand and the branding iron in the other.
Marie had only a moment to grasp the essence of the situation. A second later, Ingrid
had captured one of the woman's huge, red-tipped breasts with the tongs. Now, the
smoldering branding iron was applied and the smell of searing flesh filled the room.
Marie screamed once... a long, loud, terrible shrill cry of intolerable agony.
Richter felt the sperm leap from the tip of his cock, soiling the material of his trousers.
Ingrid removed the branding iron from Marie's breast, seemingly uninterested in the
fact that the woman had passed out cold.
"Is she all right?" Richter asked haltingly.
"Do not worry," Ingrid assured him. "I have been through this very same procedure
hundreds of times. She will revive shortly. And then, there will be no end to her desire
for sex.


Chapter 4

To Richter, it seemed like it was going to be forever before Marie regained
consciousness. Inside himself, he tried to suppress the anger he was feeling for his own
stupidity. He should have known, of course, that the woman would have to pass out
from the pain of being branded, no matter how drugged she might be or how powerful
that drug was. No person could withstand the excruciating agony of burning flesh
without fainting.
And yet, this was such an inconvenient time for the woman to be rendered useless.
True, he had creamed at the moment when the branding iron had first touched her
flesh, but still, it wasn't the same intense, overpowering kind of orgasm which he would
have experienced had his cock been inside her cunt or her mouth at that very same
moment.
It was Ingrid's fault. The stupid bitch. She probably knew, somewhere inside of her,
that this would further delay Richter's chances to enjoy Marie's body. Ingrid... that
scheming dyke... she was probably jealous that Richter was going to use Marie at all.
That no-good cunt was hot for Marie, herself!
The more he thought about it, the stronger Richter's anger grew. "Ingrid!" he barked
furiously. "Get over here, immediately!"
The solidly-built woman paled and hurried to her commander's side. "Yes, sir," she
whispered. "Is something the matter?"
"Of course there is!" Richter screamed. "I wanted to fuck that woman! Now, she is out
cold again! Is my prick to remain unattended until Marie decides to regain her senses?
You should have thought about that!" And so saying, Richter slapped Ingrid sharply
across the face.
A spark of fury and resentment flashed in Ingrid's emerald eyes... but not brightly
enough or long enough, fortunately, for Richter to see. Immediately, she rearranged her
expression into one of total servility and begged her commander's forgiveness.
Falling to her knees, Ingrid pressed her face into Richter's damp crotch and nuzzled the
bulge there of his half-hard cock. "Please, forgive me for being so thoughtless and
stupid. Of course, you are the General... and your needs and desires must come first
and foremost. How may I serve you? How may I earn my forgiveness?"
Richter smiled as the perfect answer occurred to him, all of a sudden. "Take my prick
out of my pants," he ordered.
Immediately, Ingrid complied with his order. She unbuttoned his fly and gently drew
his long rod out into the open.
It was wet and covered with the frothy remains of his come. The smell of semen filled
the air about them.
"Lick it clean," Richter commanded the kneeling woman. "You may be Mistress of
Women Prisoners, but you are never to forget that in this place it is I, and I alone who
is supreme! My every wish, Ingrid... my every whim is to be immediately attended to
and, in fact, anticipated if humanly possible. Otherwise, my little slave, you may find
yourself sharing the chains of your prisoners. Is that perfectly clear?"
Ingrid gulped and nodded. She was not accustomed to being spoken to or dealt with in
this manner from anybody. The last General who had been in charge of Concentration
Camp Number Seven had, indeed, been a willing slave to her! In secret, she had
whipped him soundly, each and every day, until the come shot out of his cock and he
screamed with pleasure. He had known that she was the superior one of the two of
them. In public, of course, he had acted the role of supreme commander. But when the
two of them were alone, it was she, Ingrid, who swirled the lash over his bare ass and
she, who really held the power!
This time, apparently, things were not to be the same. Inside herself, Ingrid was furious.
But then, she thought silently, today was only Hans von Richter's first day as a general and
his first day in the camp. Perhaps time would change things. Time, and Ingrid, herself.
Yes, she vowed inwardly, that's the way it was going to be. Sooner or later, General
Richter would be crawling on his knees to her... lapping her pussy and calling her
'Mistress' whenever he addressed her. And when that glorious day came that she first
applied her famous cat-o'-nine-tails to Hans von Richter's muscular ass, it was going to take
him at least a full week before his bottom touched a chair again!
Richter felt himself being lulled into a calmer frame of mind by the sweet, steady
pressure of Ingrid's expert lips as they rhythmically sucked his cock. She had long since
cleaned the residue of come from his rod... as well as his balls and the insides of his
hairy thighs. He had chosen to have her remove his trousers so that he could move
with less restriction... sliding his prick all the way down into her throat.
Despite Ingrid's incessant, sucking action, Richter found it difficult to get his cock
completely hard again. True, in its quiet state, his dong was bigger than most other
men's at full erection. Still, Ingrid was by no means the woman of his dreams. And
especially not by any stretch of the imagination, with Marie right there beside them...
unconscious, but still more beautiful than any woman he's seen in a very long time.
Richter tired of Ingrid's efficient but uninspiring attention. Withdrawing his cock from
her open mouth, he stepped backward and motioned her onto her feet once again.
"I don't care if she's asleep or awake," he said, pointing toward the lovely woman beside
them. "Let's have you do something with her."
Ingrid paused for a moment, considering the possibilities available. Then, suddenly, she
brightened.
"How about the force-fucking machine?" she asked. "That's a cure little novelty to start
the girl's training off."
"Fine. That will do just fine," Richter said, pretending that he knew the device of which
Ingrid spoke, for he did not want to appear ignorant.
Ingrid hurried across the room and wheeled a strange-looking piece of equipment in
Richter's direction. When she was close at hand, she unfolded the apparatus and set it
up. At that point, it's purpose and use became startingly... and excitingly evident.
The force-fucking machine was, in fact, a thick, metal pole to which was attached a
diagonal board to rest the body on, and various chains and straps to secure the victim.
At the lower end of the board was a huge dildo, the head of which was ringed with
sharp, pointed spikes. The dildo was designed to be turned by means of a handle, so
that the helpless victim could be penetrated without any hope of escape.
Along with comprehension came excitement, Richter felt his cock starting to throb
again in the old, familiar manner of which he was so proud. Soon, he knew, his hardon 
would be up in full, and he would be ready to fuck the lovely Marie.
Ah yes, this was going to be an exquisite experience, he realized. For once that
spikedringed dildo had been forced into her cunt and her asshole, and further
penetration would be unbearable. What greater pleasure could there be, Richter
reasoned, then to fuck a beautiful woman who had been internally assaulted and ripped
by cold, sharply-pointed steel. By the time that machine had done it's nasty work on the
prisoner, Marie's cunt was going to be big enough to accept three pricks the size of
Richter's!
He could hardly wait.
"Let us prepare her for this immediately," Richter said, the eagerness bringing new life
back to his tone of voice.
"It will be more satisfying if she is awake at the time of penetration, General," Ingrid
said.
"Have no fear... she will waken soon enough, Richter insisted, being of no mind to be
thwarted or delayed any further by Ingrid's ideas or suggestions.
Of course, Ingrid had no choice but to comply with the General's instructions. Without
another word, she unfastened the bonds holding Marie in the branding chair and half
carried, half dragged the silent woman into place on the force-fucker.
Heavy steel bonds were fastened around Marie's lifeless arms while Richter observed
the goings-on with eagerness and glee. A chain between the metal bracelets was run
through a round hook attached to the upright pole. This chain hoisted Marie's arms
half way up into the air above her head, preventing her, simultaneously from covering
her breasts or attempting to strike out at her torturers.
For added restraint, Ingrid fastened a leather collar around Marie's silken neck so that
the woman would not be able to raise her head more than the slightest distance during
her ordeal.
Now, two heavy hide straps were buckled in place... one, directly below the captive's
enormous breasts and the other, around and over her hips and thighs, thus preventing
her from protecting her cunt against the spike-capped dildo. Obviously, this invention
was the product of a mind well-versed in the finer aspects of torture. And also, quite
obviously, the machine was foolproof.
Richter was trembling with impatience by the time the necessary preparations were
completed. He could hardly contain himself from crying out for Ingrid to hurry as she
approached the bottom of the board to test the turning ease of that ferocious looking
dildo.
"Oh, how stupid of me, I almost forgot the last restraining device," Ingrid said,
reaching down for another metal cuff.
With this one placed securely around Marie's knees and attached to the upright pole by
means of a longer leather strip, the prisoner's legs were forced upward over her body.
In this fashion, her cunt and asshole alike were exposed and completely vulnerable to
any and all manner of penetration.
"Now, we are ready to proceed," Ingrid announced, sounding very satisfied with herself.
Richter observed, breathless, as Ingrid began to turn the handle, forcing the dildo to
move round and round in a screwing motions while, at the same time, it drew itself
closer and closer to Marie's unprotected bottom.
"Which shall we do first, General?" Ingrid asked, her features set into a half smile of
cruel anticipation. "We have a choice of two holes, here. Either will cause our victim
great discomfort."
"Which one will be more painful do you suppose?" Richter though aloud. "I would
think the asshole, wouldn't you?" He answered his own question. "After all, being the
tighter of her two openings, it is less likely to be able to withstand the stretching action
of the dildo alone... to say nothing to have her on her sensitive side."
The slow-turning dildo had moved, now, to within merely inches of Marie's upturned,
unprotected bottom. Naked from the waist down, Richter watched with growing
interest which was clearly illustrated by the increased size and rigidity of his large cock.
The helpless victim was still unconscious. The new wound on her left breast was a raw,
reddish-purple color clearly the shape of the Nazi insignia. Strangely, even though she
was not awake, her deep rose-colored nipples were standing alert, rigid and fully erect.
They only served to further emphasize the beautiful fullness of her breasts, which also
were tip-tilted, firm and youthful.
"We shall require some kind of lubrication to begin the insertion process," Ingrid
announced when she had lined up the angle of the dildo with Marie's asshole. With
that, she hurried across the room to her supply closets and returned moments later with
a small jar containing some sort of grease.
"Let me do the honors," Richter said eagerly, unable to stand idly by any longer. His
cock was actually hurting him now with need to thrust itself into one of Marie's
tempting body openings. He would gladly have fucked her in the mouth or the cunt or
the ass or between those luscious, big tits if only she had been awake. It wouldn't have
mattered a damn to him if she had enjoyed it or resisted it or responded in any way...
just as long as she was made to accept, by any means, the penetration of his enormous
organ.
But the final conquest of her body would be that much more enjoyable for the waiting,
Richter told himself by means of consolation as he approached the two women and
accepted the jar of lubricant that Ingrid was holding out in his direction.
Marie's asshole was tight and resistant to penetration. Richter thought, in passing, that
this was somewhat strange... that a beautiful, voluptuous woman like Marie who,
obviously, must be constantly pursued by any number of men had not been in the habit
of taking it up the ass. Perhaps, despite the nature of her work, she was not all that
adventurous in bed.
Well, that time had come to an end for her, he amused himself as he coated his finger
with grease in preparation for the initial entry. Whatever Marie DuPres may or may not
have done in her past, one thing was for sure... by the time Richter was through with
her, there would be nothing about sex that the woman had not experienced... whether
or not she liked it!
Slick with lubricant grease, Richter's index finger returned to the tight, puckered
opening of Marie's asshole and started to probe the tiny slit. Even with the slimy stuff,
it was still difficult for him to get his finger inside of her. His patience was at an end,
however. He simply shoved... as hard as he could.
The tight sphincter muscle gave way before his tremendous power and Richter buried
his finger all the way up Marie's ass. In her sleep, the woman moaned softly and
seemed to be attempting to move.
Richter chuckled to himself. This was just the beginning.
"Wait until she wakes up!" Ingrid said, echoing his thoughts aloud. "If her body is
responding, despite the drug can you imagine what she is going to have to endure when
she is awake and alert?"
"No time for her to come around," Richter said. "I've opened the hole slightly and put
on the grease. Now, use the machine... and don't spare the power. Is that understood?"
"Quite," Ingrid answered, grasping the handle that controlled the dildo and waiting for
Richter to back completely out of the path of attack.
Richter wiped the sticky stuff from his hand and watched in happy fascination as Ingrid
turned the crank, aiming the spike-fringed dildo toward Marie's slimy asshole. After
what seemed like hours to Richter, the head of the thick wooden phallus made contact
with Marie's tight opening.
"Faster!" Richter creaked hoarsely, despite allow his previous resolve not to allow his
eagerness and excitement to show in front of Ingrid.
Now, he couldn't care less what the woman thought or didn't think about him. He was
so hot that the only thing that was important to him in this world was the continuation
of his pleasure... the supreme joy of using Maria's exquisite body for his pleasure and
satisfaction.
The cone-shape tip of the dildo plunged its way into Marie's asshole. Ingrid continued
to turn the crank, sending the shaft deeper into the woman's opening.
Righter watched the taut skin stretch from the thickness of the imitation cock. Slowly,
the dildo probed deeper and deeper, burrowing into the slimy depths... forcing the tiny
entrance to Marie's body to gape wider and wider in order to accommodate the cruel
yet unfeeling intruder.
At last, the part where the ring of spikes was placed reached the opening of Marie's ass.
Richter held his breath as the sharp needles began to prick sensitive flesh.
Now, he knew, the fun was going to begin in earnest!


Chapter 5

Marie woke up screaming.
Her eyes bulged wide open and the color drained from her face. Her muscles twitched
and convulsed in response to the pain and the panic she was experiencing.
"Don't stop... don't stop!" Richter screamed at Ingrid, who had been momentarily
interrupted by the unexpected sound of Marie's hysterical response.
Back to herself again, Ingrid continued to crank the dildo, sending the spikes into the
delicate, unprotected flesh of Marie's upturned asshole.
Marie shrieked at the top of her lungs and gulped for air. As the dildo buried itself
more deeply inside her, her cries got louder and higher pitched.
Then, suddenly, her eyes rolled around in her head and she looked as though she were
going to pass out again.
"Take it out of her," Richter commanded. "We don't want the woman unconscious
again."
Ingrid did as she was told. A moment later the dildo, dripping with blood, was
completely removed from Marie's asshole.
"Clean her up," Richter snapped in Ingrid's direction.
"I will have to get some soap and..."
"No... with your tongue," Richter said, amending his original order with a smile.
Ingrid, of course, had no choice but to obey her superior. She unhinged the dildo and
pushed it out of the way. Then, she fell to her knees in front of the shivering form of
Marie and began to tongue the woman's bleeding bottom.
Now, the effect of the aphrodisiac which had been injected into Marie's body earlier
began to take it's effect again. As Ingrid hungrily lapped at the woman's torn asshole,
Marie's sobbing turned to little grunts and groans of pleasure.
Noting this, Richter hurried over and started to finger-fuck the helpless woman, again.
Her cunt twitched at his rough manipulations... but there was no missing the renewed
flow of pussy juice that accompanied Richter's pressure to Marie's clit. In a matter of
moments the little button inside the woman's pussy was stiff again, and the walls of her
snatch were squeezing Richter's finger as before.
This time, Hans von Richter had no intention of letting a good thing go to waste. He
positioned himself so that he was standing above the kneeling, asshole-lapping figure of
Ingrid, with his cock aimed directly at Marie's open and inviting cunt.
He leaned forward until the head of his huge tool was parting the lips of her pussy,
seeking entrance. There, he stopped and waited.
Marie groaned and mumbled something inaudible. Richter knew what she wanted, of
course, but had no desire to let her get off so easily.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, even though the expression of satisfaction on his
face clearly revealed that he knew the answer to that question well in advance of his
having verbalized it.
Marie attempted to answer, but all she was able to manage was a feeble, unintelligible
grunt.
Richter saw the glassy stare that the drug had produced in her eyes and the pale pallor.
Still, he knew that the woman, if what Ingrid told him was true, could no longer
control her sexual impulses and responses. He had the upper hand... and he fully
intended to use it.
"Shove your tongue all the way into her asshole," Richter ordered the woman who was
busily lapping as she kneeled between his outspread thighs.
Ingrid, apparently, was more than happy to comply with Richter's wishes. Strongly
attracted to their captive, Ingrid mouthed the crack of Marie's ass eagerly, wetting the
entire slit. She extended the tongue with which she had so expertly eaten out Marie's
cunt... and this time, the hard little point went straight up Marie's ass.
Marie sighed loudly as her backside was wetly invaded, over and over again. Ingrid did
not interrupt her asshole eating for a moment but continued, with tireless efficiency, to
lap and penetrate the opening to Marie's ass until the entire area was wet and dripping
with saliva.
Richter reached down and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the massive
hard-on. Carefully, purposefully, he guided the head of his stiff prick just a little deeper
into Marie's gaping and moist cunt.
Again, Marie sighed. Her upper lip twitched and her nipples stood up even straighter
than before... stiffer, harder, a deeper tone of red.
"If you want to get fucked, you are going to have to tell me about it, young lady.
Actually, you are going to have to beg me to shove my cock all the way up inside of
you. Otherwise, it is going to stay right here, at the entrance to your pussy... and
instead of a good fucking, I will give you a good beating!"
"P-plea-please..." Marie managed to croak, after what was obviously a good deal of
effort and concentration on her part.
But Richter would not be satisfied with part of it. He wanted to hear the whole thing...
from beginning to end... no matter how long it took for Marie to get the words out or
how much pain it caused her to utter them.
He reached forward and captured one of her breasts in his thick hand... the one that
had just been branded with the Nazi emblem. Marie's scream of pain was ear-splitting.
Richter slapped her hard across the face.
"So! You can manage to find your voice for that but you cannot muster the energy to
beg for my prick!"
He pulled Ingrid's face away from Marie's bleeding asshole. "Enough pleasure for her,
until she learns some manners. Get me that dildo, immediately!"
Ingrid removed the spike-edged phallus from its mounting and handed the bloody tool
to Richter.
"We'll see how much it takes to persuade you," Richter growled. And with that, he
aimed the head of the dildo back toward Marie's torn asshole and shove it all the way
inside with one thrust.
Marie wailed as though the very limbs were being torn from her body. Her screaming
increased as Richter turned the dildo, twisting it while it remained inside her asshole in
such a way that the spikes tore art her flesh and ripped her insides ever more than
before.
"Anything... anything you want!" Marie screamed in a voice that no longer resembled
her own.
"Beg me to fuck you!" Richter ordered. "Plead with me to fill your unworthy pussy with
my cock. Ask for it! Beg for it!"
"FUCK ME!" Marie shrieked. "Please... for heaven's sake, have mercy... please fuck
me!"
"Where?" Richter was high and wild with a new sense of power and accomplishment.
"In... my... pussy. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me, please!"
Richter shoved his cock all the way up into Marie's cunt without another second's
hesitation. The long, thick shaft buried itself all the way to his pubic hairs.
The scream that now flew past Marie's lips was a combination of unbearable pleasure
and pain. The spike-edged dildo was still deeply embedded in her asshole, but she
seemed to be responding less to that than to the sudden intrusion of Richter's cock in
her pussy. He had not given her a moment to prepare herself but had, instead, simply
rammed his pole full-length into her... stretching her cunt wide and increasing the
pressure on the little piece of membrane separating her two holes.
Richter pumped away mercilessly at Marie's cunt. He could feel the walls of her love
tube stretching around him in order to accommodate the length and width of his
oversized prick. This was every bit as good as he'd imagined it would be.
Too good, in fact. He felt himself approaching orgasm.
Much too quickly.
He wanted to draw his pleasure out. It was not time to end the fun, yet. Without
warning, Richter yanked his cock out of her cunt. Pussy juice dripped from his stiff rod
and made it shine. He looked down at it and immediately, he knew what he was going
to do.
"Ingrid, get some rope," Richter ordered.
The woman obeyed without a word. In a few moments she returned, carrying a long
piece of thick hemp.
Richter smiled to himself, with delight as he noticed that the end of the spike-ringed
dildo protruding from Marie's asshole was unintentionally suited for his purposes. It
had an opening drilled through it which had been originally used to secure the phallus
to crank.
"Ingrid," he began his instructions, "I want you to secure that thing inside of her with
the rope. She is to wear it until I, personally, decide that it is time for it to be removed.
That way, she will never forget who her master is."
"An excellent idea," Ingrid answered immediately, in a you-are-learning-fast tone of
approval.
Richter's most recent order was really no challenge to Ingrid who was always quite
creative when it came to devising and executing methods of torture for the prisoners. In
a matter of minutes, she had the thick dildo tightly secured inside Marie's body by
means of ropes and metal pins and expertly-tied knots?
"I want her to suck my cock with that thing inside of her," Richter said.
"Then, we must take steps to see that she remains on her knees, no?"
"Exactly."
Again, Ingrid used her ingenious cunning to lock poor Marie's body into a kneeling
position. With a thick steel bar behind the victim's knees and more rope tied from
nipples to thumbs and from elbow to elbow and then connecting by means of crossropes 
between the already existing ones, Marie was soon bound in such a manner that
made freedom of bodily movement or standing quite impossible.
When he was satisfied with the job Ingrid had completed, Richter walked over to a
chair and sat down in a comfortable position, spreading his naked legs and holding his
cock up straight in front of him.
"Get her over here," he commanded.
"Immediately, Sir," Ingrid answered, more than happy for the opportunity to
participate, once again, in the torture of their lovely victim.
She grabbed Marie by her long, blonde hair and, indifferent to the girl's shrieks and
cries of pain, dragged the prisoner across the room until she was on her knees in front
of Richter.
"Now, suck!" Richter said to the abject creature trembling before him.
Marie knew better than to resist. With wincing, painful slowness, she managed at last to
angle her body forward. But she could not get her mouth open far enough to
accommodate Richter's huge club.
He reached forward and forced two fingers into the space of her cheeks between her
upper and lower jaws. The pain and the pressure forced Marie's mouth open,
impossibly wide.
And Richter rammed his cock all the way into it... down into her dry, gagging throat.
He pistoned his hips back and forth, fucking the girl's swollen lips without mercy and
without let-up. Again and again he slid his dick all the way down toward her air pipe.
And then, with a loud howl of delight, he let go with a huge wad of come.
His semen filled her mouth and throat. The woman choked and gagged, unable to stop
the liquid as it felt like it was about to drown her. Some of it dribbled out of her mouth
and dripped onto her naked, bruised breasts.
And Richter kept coming... shooting load after load of white fluid... as though he would
never stop.
And, inside his whirling mind, he assured himself joyously that this was only the
beginning. At last, he was where he wanted to be!


Chapter 6

Ingrid was furious.
Ingrid was frustrated.
Ingrid was determined to change both of those facts, immediately. She paced the small,
sparsely-furnished cubicle that was her bedroom at the far end of the women's barracks
and cursed Hans von Richter, Marie DuPres, and herself.
She had been a fool, Ingrid knew. A damned stupid, childish fool to go and fall in love
with a little whore like Marie. For heaven's sake, she told herself, there were dozens of
women at her disposal... available to her every whim at any hour of the day or night.
All she had to do was walk down to one of the cells where the girls were quartered and
take her pick of ripe young bodies... willing or unwilling.
And then she had to go and fall in love with Marie.
Of course, she couldn't have known at the time what a two-timing, cunning, lieing little
cunt that blonde was. Of course, it all made sense now... Marie's appearing
"accidentally" in her life... making a big play for the woman... flattering Ingrid to death
and making her fall in love... and then, naturally, trying to elicit information from
Ingrid about Concentration Camp Number Seven.
Ingrid felt the blush rising to her face with the awareness of her own embarrassment.
She realized, of course, that it was a lucky coincidence that Marie had been discovered
by intelligence and captured when she was. If not for that, Ingrid knew that she might
very well have revealed some very important information to the woman that Marie, in
turn, would have immediately transmitted to the enemy.
Still, Ingrid knew she had reasons other than those to be grateful. Her little departure
during the last few days from the camp was not, of course, for the reasons that she had
told General von Richter. What she had done was to go and see a friend of hers... an exlover 
who worked in Nazi Intelligence Headquarters, to find out whether or not her
affair with Marie had been recorded in the official files. It would not do at all to be
linked with a member of the underground. That would mean that Ingrid would no
longer be considered trustworthy in the eyes of the army.
It could have ruined her whole career. A couple of rolls in the hay with Marie DuPres
could have ruined her for life, made Ingrid an Enemy of the Government, shamed her...
killed her, even.
"That bitch! That foul, evil, scheming little bitch!" Ingrid let her thoughts slip past her
lips, confident that there was no one close by who could possibly overhear her.
Fortunately, her friend in Intelligence had been able to get to those files on the DuPres
case and assure Ingrid that there was no mention of her in connection with Marie. But
still, Ingrid was furious. She wanted revenge.
Marie had never loved her. It was all part of the woman's job. The whole affair was a
sham.
For what must have been the hundredth time since Marie was captured and brought to
Concentration Camp Number Seven, Ingrid promised herself silently that the woman
would not talk, would not tell them that she and Ingrid had been lovers. Ingrid had
taken care of that the first time she had been able to manage privacy with Marie. She
had told the beautiful French woman that if she said one thing about the two of them
and their trysts in Munich, Ingrid would make certain that Marie was killed. She could
not promise that there would be no torture in any case because, of course, Marie's
discipline was not entirely up to her. But she did tell Marie that she would try and
make it as easy on the woman as possible... in return for absolute and enduring silence
with regard to that one, touchy matter.
She had promised Marie mercy.
Now, Ingrid wasn't so sure.
She cursed her fate again and threw herself down on the bed. If it only had been
anybody else... someone less important or noticeable than Marie, Ingrid could, of
course, arranged for immediate death. The prisoner could simply have committed
suicide, or attempted escape. It would have been a snap. But Ingrid knew that she
couldn't just kill an important potential source of information like Marie without
getting in trouble with German intelligence.
No, Marie had to live.
But she also had to pay for having deceived Ingrid. That was a must! Or else, Ingrid
knew, she would never have a moment's peace, or a decent night's sleep for the rest of
her days.
Lovely plots and schemes of retribution danced through Ingrid's tortured mind. How
she would love to give it to that woman... to make her pay, and pay dearly, for the lies
she told.
Ingrid thought of all the times they had spent together... those wonderful weekends in
the countryside... the feeling of Marie's cuntlips spreading wide and dripping their
delicious juices as Ingrid sucked them for hours without interruption... the feel of
Marie's beautiful pussy rubbing against Ingrid's own as they lay side-by-side underneath
the featherbed, naked and horny and deeply in love...
"Lies! All of it, lies!" Ingrid groaned, her voice twisting with the anguish she felt. What
she felt sure was love at last had turned out to be an illusion. She could never forget!
And she could never forgive!
She slid the middle finger of her right hand in through the thigh edge of her short,
blackleather panties and started to play with the lips of her cunt. Immediately, the
juices started to flow from her pussy and her clitoris hardened with desire.
She remembered the way Marie used to play with her in this manner... the way that the
gorgeous blonde woman had fingerfucked her until she came in great, torrential spasms
of delight... the way Marie used to lower her cunt over Ingrid's mouth, spreading her
thighs wide so that the whole area was open and available to eat and the pussy hole was
all the way open...
Ingrid couldn't stand it a moment longer. Her pussy was on fire and her tits were
throbbing with the need to be touched, to be fondled, to be sucked. She slid her finger
out of her twat and jumped off the bed. Grabbing her whip from it's hook on the wall,
she strode out of the room and headed directly for the quarters where newly-arrived
virgins were detained prior to 'training'.
When she had unlocked the heavy metal door to the East wing of the building, the
sight that greeted her made Ingrid's cunt throb with lust. Three new prisoners had been
tied up to the 'detention deck'... a little invention of Ingrid's own... consisting of a main
bar and cross bars and ropes and spikes, designed for restraining female prisoners at
various altitudes for long periods of time with a minimum of supervision and maximum
of security.
This device was especially effective for women who did not wish to cooperate in one
way or another and when there was no time to torture them personally. Bound, gagged
and suspended as they were, these women son suffered the excruciating pain of
atrophying and impossibly strained muscles and spines. There was rarely a girl whose
tongue – or cunt – was not loosened after a couple of hours on 'the rack'.
Today's crop of victims was among the most attractive that Ingrid had ever seen... with
the exception, of course, of Marie.
No, she wasn't going to think about that unscrupulous cunt any more, Ingrid informed
herself with determination. Marie was out cold on the floor of her cell with a branded
breast and a spike-plugged asshole. Good for her! Let her suffer! It served the bitch
right for pretending a love she had never felt!
But despite the trio of beauties trussed and displayed so tantalizingly in front of her,
Ingrid was unable to rid her thoughts of Marie. And the more she thought about the
woman, the stronger her anger and fury became. And then, suddenly, she was hurrying
down the staircase toward the three newcomers, brandishing her whip and screaming
obscenities at the top of her lungs.
The three women naked – and – tied motionless, were gagged and unable to speak.
They watched though, with tear-widened eyes as Ingrid came hurrying toward them,
whirling the threethonged lash high above her head.
The thin leather strips whistled through the air and cracked sharply over the thighs and
buttocks of one of the women who had been tied with her face to the main bar. The girl
groaned in pain and the muscles of her asscheeks twitched in response to the cruel,
stinging cut of the lash. Three cruel-looking, red welts appeared moments later as
evidence of the lash's destructive ability.
Ingrid had only begun. With the first crack of leather to bare, helpless flesh, all the
hostility and anger she felt about Marie was transferred to the moment at hand. She
walked round the pole, whipping the women indiscriminately... drawing blood and
making deep cuts over breasts and thighs and buttocks. The more she whipped them,
the more she wanted to.
It felt so good to let her feelings out this way. She the power at her disposal until her
arm was aching with exhaustion and her breath came in short, gasping whines.
Tired of the beating, and in need of more direct and intimate physical communication,
Ingrid cut one of the women down from the bar.
The prisoner fell in a sobbing, gasping heap at Ingrid's feet. Her body was covered with
welts and cuts. Her huge breasts heaved and bounced as she fought to catch her breath.
Ingrid reached down and pushed the woman onto her back. The prisoner lay there,
glassyeyed and staring, unable to speak, unable to resist in any way.
Ingrid lowered herself to her knees and pinched the woman's breast cruelly. The
woman shuddered in pain and groaned. Ingrid slapped her hard and then moved to the
other breast, pinching the nipple and making deep gashes around it with her sharp
fingernails.
Then, she slid her hand down over the prisoner's bleeding belly and shoved her finger
cruelly into the woman's cunt. The inner channel of flesh resisted this sudden intrusion,
but Ingrid paid no mind. Again and again she forced her finger into the woman's tight
pussy until the woman screamed for mercy.
Ingrid hoisted herself on top of the sobbing victim and shoved her cunt into the girl's
face, smothering her beneath a forest of pubic hair.
"Eat that hole," she commanded. "Shove your tongue into that pussy if you know
what's good for you.
The woman tried, but she was unable to coordinate her actions to suit Ingrid's whim.
She managed to get her mouth half way opened, but her tongue was dry and swollen,
and she could not manage to slip it into Ingrid's dripping vagina.
Ingrid reached to the side where she had tossed her leather panties after stripping them
from her body in a frenzy of lust and started to beat the woman's face and head with
the garment. The leather was soft and pliable, but it snapped to a cruel point when
swished rapidly through the air. Again and again it struck the helpless woman, causing
her to wince and tremble with pain.
Ingrid grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair and started to pound her head against the
hard floor, "When I tell you to suck my cunt, damnit, you had better suck! Is that
clear?"
Again, she positioned her pussy over the woman's trembling lips and started to rock her
hips back and forth to intensify the contact.
This time, out of sheer desperation, the unfortunate victim managed to thrust her
tongue up past her lips. The little pink tip brushed against Ingrid's swollen clit. That
was all it took. Ingrid started to come... sending streams of hot, smelly cunt juice
dribbling down into the woman's swollen eyes.
Suddenly, Ingrid stopped in the middle of her actions. The sound of a loud, wailing
siren filled the air... so loud, it seemed to be filling the world.
Ingrid hurried to her feet and pulled her leather panties on. The sound could mean
only one thing.
Escape!


Chapter 7

Richter wiped a spot of dust from his highly-polished, shining leather boots and lit a
fresh cigar. His relief was complete and he felt safe and sure inside himself.
Earlier that day, he remembered, he had been thinking about Lola. He had been
remembering the girl who he had raped in front of a room filled with people... the girl
whose father he had killed and whose mother he had assaulted, as well.
Now his thoughts took him back to that night, once again, and he could feel the fear as
though he were living it all over, first hand...
The room was dark. The young Hans von Richter lay in his bed, fondling his cock which
had, at last, reduced itself to a state of only semi-hardness.
Downstairs, barely an hour before, he had experienced one of the most triumphant
evenings of his life. Behaving as he had done in front of all those people... without a bit
of interference from his commanding officer or any of the other soldiers in the place
could mean only one thing, he decided... he was beginning to be recognized both as a
leader and as a man who was not to be toyed with. They had noticed him... all of them.
And, undoubtedly, word would be reported back to greater powers that he, Hans
Richter, was surely leadership material. A man to be watched. A man to be respected. A
man to be admired.
And a man, one of these days, to be promoted through the ranks .,.. perhaps, even all
the way to the top... to the rank of General!
He began to doze lightly, his head still filled with thoughts of how it felt to send his
sperm shooting into Lola's young, innocent body. He recreated in his mind the look on
her mother's face as the clothes had been stripped from her and she had been forced to
expose herself and humiliate herself in front of all of those soldiers and in front of her
very own daughter.
Richter was just getting to that part in his dream when his big cock had first entered
Lola's cherry-ripe mouth when he thought he heard a floorboard cracking.
He didn't move. Perhaps it was his imagination, he told himself, still in a sleepy state.
The strains of war and the pressure of day-to-day survival were beginning to play tricks
on his mind, perhaps. He must get some rest.
And then, he heard it again.
Richter strained to bring his hearing sense to it's most acute state. Twice in a row...
could it really be his imagination, he wondered. Or was there someone...
The dark figure leaped across the room. The blade of the knife gleamed in the ray of
light filtering through a crack in the old, wooden door.
Months of training and exercise and combat had put Hans von Richter into perfect physical
condition. His reflexes were excellent and he rolled to the side... just in time to miss the
downward thrust of a long, slender knife.
He struck out in the darkness and connected fist to bone. A dull groan was followed by
the sound of the knife bouncing onto the floor and a body slumping, deadweight onto
the mattress beside him.
Richter hurried across the room and switched the light on. He turned around to face
the bed again.
And there, in the middle of it, stretched naked, was Lola. Unconscious. The would-be
assassin of Bans Richter.
He went blind with rage. He didn't know how long he beat her. Again and again he
drove his fists into her face, her stomach, her chest. But when he was through with her,
her half-dead body was covered all over with cruel-looking bruises.
He was not finished with her yet, Richter decided. Hurrying across the room, he filled
the washing pitcher with cold water, returned to the bed and doused the girl with the
icy liquid.
Slowly, reluctantly, she came to... and began to experience the pain of her recent
beating.
As soon as she had revived enough to realize what was going on, Lola screamed and
tried to move out of the line of Richter's attack.
But it was too late. He was on the bed and atop her... digging his fingers mercilessly
into her shoulders as he forced her onto her stomach.
He slapped her buttocks long and hard... hitting her with all of his strength... making
her young, voluptuous asscheeks turn a bright, painful pink. When he had satisfied
himself that her ass was well beaten, he grabbed the cheeks tightly and pulled them
wide apart, revealing the tight brown little asshole.
He spat on his hand and coated his rock-hard cock with saliva. Then, aiming true, he
drove his spear all the way into the girl's tight and unprotected rectum, ripping the
flesh and destroying the taut sphincter muscle.
The girl's body was shaking with pain and shock. Richter didn't give a damn. He
spread his legs and positioned his knees on either side of hers. Pulling himself to a
crouching position, he reached down under Lola's bare belly and yanked her upward.
Placed as she was like a bitch in the mating position, Lola's vagina was as vulnerable as
her asshole. She sagged for a moment, but Richter held her body firmly in place with
his strong arms wrapped around her middle and locked over her belly button.
Now, he alternated... thrusting his huge cock into her cunt and then into her asshole.
Over and over again... for what seemed like hours, he pounded his tool into her. After
awhile, it was somewhat difficult for him to differentiate between the two holes. His
merciless pistoning had stretched her asshole almost as wide as her cunt. And the
flowing blood made penetration smooth and satisfying for him.
He came once up her ass and the second time in her cunt. Then, he turned her around
onto her back again and forced her to drink a full bladder's worth of his hot, stinging
piss...
Richter's reverie was interrupted by the sudden sound of gunshots and men's
screaming, excited voices. He ran across his office to the window, leaned out and craned
his neck in the direction from which the excitement seemed to be coming.
The guards on the wall were yelling and pointing toward the women's barracks. Richter
strained to see across the yard and focus on the object of their concern and alarm.
What the guards could not see because they were facing in the opposite direction... but
what Richter could see was the figure of a woman. Obviously, she had been spotted by
the men and had wedged herself between one of the buildings and a concrete wall, in
hopes of hiding and escaping the gunfire.
"Stop your fire!" Richter called from his window.
But the men were too far away to hear his order.
Richter hurried back across his office and lifted a telephone. A quick call to the head of
the guards brought immediate results.
The shooting stopped.
Richter bounded out into the yard and hurried across to where he had seen the girl
hiding.
A prisoner attempting to escape, no doubt.
Of course, she could not be successful. And, of course, she would have to be punished.
Richter moved carefully, wanting to make certain that the woman was not armed.
Peering around the corner of the building, he was able to see her, huddled low, crying
with fear.
She had no gun... no weapon at all. A helpless woman. Richter's favorite kind.
He strode over to where she was and commanded her to come out of her hiding place.
The woman tried to back away, but there was no place for her to go. She had cornered
herself. Richter moved closer, reached in and dragged her forward by the hair. Her eyes
were saucer-shaped with terror.
"Your name!" he demanded.
"Denise."
"Your barracks and cell block?"
She shivered. "I have none... I... I was not trying to break out. I have just broken in."


Chapter 8

Richter dragged the sobbing and trembling woman onto her feet and pulled her across
the yard. The guards on top of the stone wall and the other soldiers who had come
running when they heard the commotion saw Richter and his captive and cheered their
new commander for having ferreted out the intruder.
Richter waved triumphantly, acknowledging their praise and returning them to their
previous tasks. But because their eyes were still on him, he knew, he gave an extra hard
yank on the woman's hair for good measure.
She screamed and fell forward, losing her balance from the shock of Richter's tugging
and from trying to keep up with the fast pace at which he was walking and dragging
her. Richter held her upright by her hair, ignoring her screams of pain and fear.
Somehow, she soon regained her footing and hurried along with him, still fighting to
keep in step.
Richter hurried along with her toward the Women's Quarters, aware of a new
excitement rising in his loins. This prisoner was comparatively young... perhaps
nineteen or twenty at the most. In truth, he was less concerned with her offense and
more concerned with her body. He could hardly wait to have her.
And he didn't have to wait. As soon as they were inside, Richter led her directly to the
room where he and Ingrid had tortured Marie, earlier. He continued to hold the girl his
captive by the hair. With his free hand, he found his keys and unlocked the door.
They were alone now. Richter kicked the door shut behind them and threw the girl to
the floor.
"What is your name?" He demanded, as he pulled the thick leather belt from his waist.
"Denise," her tone was soft, tremulous.
"Another French one, eh?" Richter thought aloud, with a smile of pleasure. Everything
he'd heard about the French women and sex was true. He was delighted to have
another sample.
He stared hard at her, enjoying the sight of her smooth flesh and the fear sparkling
through her huge, soft hazel eyes. Her breasts were hard and tilted upward... high and
firm without need of support.
Richter felt his prick getting harder and longer and thicker with each passing moment.
"Pull up your skirt," he ordered, pleased that he had decided to bring her here directly,
without the bothersome interference of Ingrid. Richter wasn't in the mood to distract
himself with preliminaries of any sort. He wanted to fuck this girl... to shove his aching,
throbbing cock into her soft pussy, right here and now. And that was exactly what he
intended to do.
The girl hesitated. "Please, sir... I meant no harm..."
"I don't give a damn what you meant. You're going to take my cock all the way up
inside of you whether you like it or not. Now, we can make this easier for both of us, if
you simply cooperate... or we can make it difficult. It is entirely up to you."
"But I have never known a man..."
Richter's triumphant laughter cut her off in the middle of her sentence. "You are about
to, my dear. Up with your skirt."
"Please... no... don't..." Huge tears formed in her big eyes and rolled slowly down her
cheeks, staining and striping the soft flesh.
Richter was not in the mood to be delayed.
Ripping his belt all the way out of its loops, he swirled the thick, black leather high
above his head and brought the strap cracking down hard over the girl's thighs.
She screamed and jumped backwards, trying to avoid any more blows. It was to no
avail. The belt found her, again and again, slapping loudly across her stomach, her
breasts, her thighs again.
"Well," Richter growled. "Have you had enough beating? Or shall I strip you naked, tie
your hands and feet and scald you with a lash?"
"No... no, please... I'll do whatever you say, whatever you want..."
"The skirt! Lift it up!"
Slowly, reluctantly, the young Denise complied with Hans von Richter's command. She
raised the thin material of her skirt to reveal creamy-white, shapely thighs and tiny pink
panties.
Richter couldn't bear the agony of waiting. He tossed aside his belt and jumped on top
of her. The girl's small, fragile body was hidden underneath his own as he humped his
pulsating cock against her panty-covered pussy, sighing with pleasure from the pressure
of such intimate contact.
He tried to kiss her but the girl moved her head. Richter slapped her loudly across the
cheeks, grabbed her hair and forced her to receive his long, probing tongue all the way
down her throat.
Her mouth tasted as warm and sweet and delicious as the rest of her looked. Richter
twirled his tongue around hers and then buried it again, far back past her teeth.
He let go of her head and reached down between their bodies. He slid his fingers under
his own belly and found the warm, soft pillow of her pubic hair, easily detectable
through the delicate fabric of her underwear.
Richter rubbed his hands back and forth, relishing the feel of her pussy lips, and the
warmth of her satin-smooth thighs. Denise groaned underneath him, unable to avoid
the pressure of his fingers over her virgin cunt.
Richter ripped away the tiny panties and tossed the torn material to the side. Forcing
the lips of her tiny cunt apart, he probed the sensitive inner flesh of her pussy.
"Please... you are hurting me... no one has ever..."
Her voice trailed off into a high-pitched wail of agony as Richter shoved his finger into
her tight opening, forcing his way into the narrow slit.
He grinned with delight at the awareness and feel of a virgin in his grasp. She was,
indeed, unused by men. Her cunt was so narrow he had to fight to get his finger less
than half way inside the hole. What fun it was going to be to rip her apart with his stiff
cock!
He pulled his finger out of her resisting pussy and started to get to his feet.
"Stay where you are or I'll whip the daylights out of you," he warned the trembling
prisoner.
The girl stared at him, and shivered with fear.
Richter stripped off his trousers. His cock stood out straight from his muscular body. It
was hard and ready for action.
The girl gasped when she saw it. Obviously, she was petrified at the notion of having
that huge pole shoved into her small pussy.
Richter laughed and grabbed his rod, brandishing it in front of the helpless girl like a
weapon... which, indeed, it was.
"Do you mean to tell me that a pretty thing like yourself has never seen a man's prick!"
"Never!" Denise breathed. "It is so..."
"Big?" Richter finished the sentence for her, smiling proudly. "The biggest you are ever
going to see... and the biggest you are ever going to hold inside your cunt."
"No... Please, I couldn't... never!"
"That's what you think. I am about to prove differently to you." And with that, Richter
swooped down upon the girl, once again.
She tried to roll away from him, to protect herself, somehow, from the force of Richter's
body and the threat of that huge, flesh-pole. But there was no escape for the
unfortunate Denise.
Richter grabbed her behind the knees and hoisted her legs high into the air above her.
With her pussy completely exposed and vulnerable, and with her weight of her own
body forced backward onto her shoulders, the girl was totally helpless and at Richter's
mercy.
He had none. Using his leverage to position the girl in front of him, he flexed his rock
hard cock and moved the mushroom-shaped head to the opening of her virgin cunt.
The girl shrieked in terror and tried to move her bottom in some way... to avoid the
threat of Richter's thick staff... but it was hopeless. He held her legs over her body and
wide apart, and her strength was no match for his.
A moment later, the tip of his cock was pressing at the tight slit between her legs.
Richter pushed harder. Now, his cockhead moved forward slightly, gaining a little
ground. But still, there was a long way to go. The girl was so tight to begin with... and
so muscle-tense, that her hole was like a resisting voice.
Richter had no patience for this. He wanted to get inside of her, and now.
"Lift you ass up... higher!"
The girl did not move.
Richter dug his fingers cruelly into the soft, tender flesh behind her knees. Denise
moaned and lifted her bottom a little higher off the floor.
Now, the angle for entry was perfect. Richter flexed his muscles, prepared himself for
the assault and lunged.
Two inches of stiff, hard cock forced their way into Denise's narrow opening. The girl
screamed as though her lungs were going to split wide open. Her forehead was slick
with sweat, and the pain turned her eyes glazed.
Richter felt the pressure of her pussy around his hard cock and this served to intensify
his excitement. He stopped for a few moments to rest... to enjoy the sensation of that
tight cunt wrapped around his pole... fighting, as though for it's life at the very same
time that he was ripping it wide open.
He felt the muscles inside her pussy contracting and spasming with pain. Sadistically,
he moved his hips from side to side, adding to the discomfort the girl was already
feeling.
She groaned in agony and shivered. The color drained from her face.
Richter shoved his cock forward again. This time, half of it was lodged inside Denise's
hole.
"You're tearing me apart!" she screamed, pitifully. "Stop, please stop... I beg of you!"
Richter pretended that he didn't hear her. He began a back and forth motion, rocking
his hips and sliding his cock half way in and out of the girl's tender ' hole. Then, when
he couldn't stand the pressure around his prick any longer, he thrust himself into her
and buried his cock to the hilt.
Denise's body arched upward off the floor, arcing with pain. Her breath caught in her
throat and she sounded as though the wind had been knocked out of her. Her mouth
fell open and her lower lips trembled.
Richter knew that he was all the way inside of her now. He'd felt the momentary
resistance... the last resistance of her maidenhead as he'd pounded his cock into her that
last time. It had torn to shreds in front of the head of his dick.
Cruelly, he pulled his cock out of her... fast.
The blood started to flow, rushing down her thighs, staining the white flesh. Her pussy
was wet and the hairs around it were matted flat around the bleeding hole.
Richter looked down at the scene of his destruction and smiled. He could see the
smeared blood and pussy juice covering his cock, attesting to the victory he had won
over this last, foolish girl who thought she could stop him from having his way.
And now, he intended to finish the job.
To the accompaniment of her shrill cries of pain, Richter jabbed his mighty cock back
and forth, in and out of her bruised cunt. He poked all the way in and then drew
himself out slowly, enjoying the way her bleeding hole lubricated the entrance of his
prick and made the inside of her twat soft and slick for his pleasure.
He leaned forward and slid his hands underneath her bare ass. He grabbed one cheek
in each hand and pulled them far apart, forcing her hole even wider apart as he lunged
all the way into her helpless pussy.
The girl was crying loudly, shivering with pain. Richter shoved one of his fingers into
her asshole and forced her to take it all the way in, despite her cries of anguish.
Now, he could feel the movement of his cock through the thin membrane that
separated her asshole from her cunt. Again and again he felt his stiff organ plunging all
the way inside her, forcing the walls of her pussy wide open, making her accept every
last inch of him up into her painfilled body.
He felt the come rising up from his nuts, bringing a great and pleasurable pressure to
the root of his cock. Richter pounded faster... harder... deeper... wanting to enjoy every
last moment of this fucking. He shivered as the last moment approached. Then,
shoving his cock all the way into Denise's dripping and bleeding hole one last time, he
shot his load into her tortured body.
Again and again his come shot deep inside of her, filling her hole with white, sticky
fluid. He thought he was never going to stop coming because it was so good. Her cunt
was wet... but it was still tight around his massive organ. He could feel the walls sliding
back to accommodate his size each time he shoved himself into her.
Then, at last, he rolled away from the sobbing girl, exhausted and satisfied.
"If you think I've mistreated you," he said, a few minutes later as he pulled his clothes
on, "let me assure you that what you have experienced is mild compared to what is in
store for you, young lady. You are going to wish I were back here again, fucking you...
once you have been introduced to Ingrid."
And with that, Richter left the room to summon the Mistress of Women Prisoners.
Surely, Ingrid would find out why this girl had broken into Concentration Camp
Number Seven. There was no one better suited to elicit information from unwilling
prisoners than Ingrid, Richter knew.
Especially if those prisoners were pretty and female.


Chapter 9

"I said tell me!" Ingrid screamed as she brought the stinging lash down heavily across
Denise's back.
The girl screamed in agony and rolled, naked and bleeding across the hard, concrete
floor. Her body was criss-crossed from the effects of the whipping that Ingrid had been
giving to her for the better part of half an hour.
"You think you can keep secrets from me, do you?" Ingrid cried, flicking the biting
edges of the cat-o'-nine-tails across Denise's breasts.
The tip of the leather caught on of her nipples and laid it open across the middle.
Denise's shrill voice rose to fill the room and she grabbed her bleeding, torn breast in
her hands, sobbing pitifully.
Ingrid, dressed in tight leather bra and panties, stood over the girl, breathing heavily.
Her high-heel, matching leather boots clicked sharply as she walked back and forth,
trying to figure out what she was going to do to this tight-lipped little bitch next.
She looked down at the abject creature below her. Denise was on her back, caressing
the bruised nipple, trembling with pain and misery. The in sides of her thighs were
covered with dried blood, testifying to the fact that she had been successfully fucked by
Hans von Richter, merely an hour earlier.
Ingrid felt the rage growing within her again. That bastard had all the luck. Wouldn't
he just happen to be in the right place at the right time to pluck himself a virgin and
use her before Ingrid had a chance to get at the girl. It was absolutely unfair! Still, there
was much pleasure left here, Ingrid thought, in an attempt to console herself.
She got down on one knee, reversed the position of the whip in her hand and shoved
the handle into the bleeding opening of Denise's torn cunt.
The girl wailed and tried to roll away, to protect her savagely-raped hole from
additional abuse.
Ingrid would have none of it. Ripping the whip-handle out of Denise's cunt, she lashed
the girl across the belly and the front of her thighs until the blood was running fresh
again.
"Spread your legs, bitch!" she cried. "Open that pussy to me or I'm going to rip you
apart."
"Please... spare me... I've taken all I can!"
"That's what you think!" Ingrid answered angrily, and pinched the girl's thigh as hard
as she could to underscore her point.
"Now open that cunt!" Ingrid ordered.
Denise parted her thighs slowly, tentatively. Slowly, her pussy came into view... torn
and blood-stained.
Ingrid leaned forward and shoved her middle finger into the ravaged opening. The girl
shuddered with pain. Ingrid shoved another finger in to join the first one. She saw
Denise's body convulse with spasms of agony.
Ingrid was getting hot.
"Are you going to tell me why you came here?" Ingrid asked, her tone even more
threatening than before.
"No... never!" Denise croaked. "Beat me... rape me... kill me, even, if you wish... but I
will never betray my mission!"
This got Ingrid even angrier than she had been before. She balled her fingers into a
tight fist and rammed it up into Denise's hole.
The girl twitched and groaned in agony.
Ingrid shoved harder, forcing her knuckles into the torn and bleeding opening... ripping
apart the walls of the poor girl's vagina with her long, sharp fingernails.
She yanked her fist out and looked at the hole that had been virgin pussy up until a
short while ago. The blood was flowing freely again, running out of the opening and
sliding down Denise's thighs.
Suddenly, Ingrid got a brainstorm. How beautiful it would be to have Marie lick that
bloody, come-stained hole clean with her tongue. What a pleasure it would be to see
those two, naked and groveling before her.
Yes, that's how she would pass her afternoon, Ingrid decided happily. She would whip
them and torture them and force Marie and Denise to perform in front of her. And
then, when she couldn't stand it any more, she would make the two of them bring her
to orgasm after pleasurable orgasm. One of them sucking her tits while the other one
lapped her cunt.
It was going to be exquisite!
She hurried to the wall and grabbed a length of thick rope from it's hook. Returning to
the prostrate figure of Denise, she kicked the girl over onto her stomach with a painful,
prodding motion of her pointed boot, When the girl was positioned, face-down on the
floor, Ingrid sat down on top of her, doubled Denise's arms behind her back and bound
her wrists securely.
She was about to get up... to go and drag Marie in to join the fun, when she was
sidetracked by the sight of Denise's young and delicious-looking naked ass.
Ingrid slid around, grinding her own naked bottom and leather-encased pussy into the
small of Denise's back. The girl grunted and tried hard to suck some air into her
burning lungs.
Now, Ingrid was seated, on top of Denise and facing downward toward the girl's legs.
She raised one hand high above her head and slapped the palm as hard as she could
against Denise's bare ass cheek.
The fingerprints rose in white, and then red color, making Denise's bottom cheeks
tremble with pain. Again and again Ingrid slapped the girl's ass, loving the sensation of
that soft flesh as it got hotter and hotter from the spanking.
Impulsively, she slid one hand in between Denise's thighs and forced her finger into the
girl's cunt. The walls were wet and tender from their recent abuse.
Denise moaned and squeezed her thighs together.
Ingrid reached for the whip handle. She shoved it into Denise's rectum without
bothering to lubricate it first.
Denise shrieked and thrust her ass high up into the air.
Ingrid shoved the handle in deeper and at the same time, stuck a second finger into
Denise's pussy.
The girl started to tremble and quake from the pain of both holes being attacked at
once.
Ingrid laughed hard and long as she continued to probe both openings, heedless of the
girl's pleadings and cries.
She felt her own cunt getting wet with excitement. She wanted to feel the girl's tongue
inside her pussy... couldn't wait until her own mouth was on Denise's cunt, lapping
away at the sweet, young hole... making that tiny clit swell and stick out with
excitement...
But first, she wanted Marie to join them.
When she was satisfied that Denise was securely bound to a hook in the wall, Ingrid
left the room and hurried down to the other end of the building, toward the cell where
Marie had been locked without food or water since morning. Ingrid had tried to avoid
this place... to avoid Marie altogether, but now, she was glad, and excited at the thought
of seeing the woman again... and using her again.
It had been foolish to try and bury her anger and disappointment, Ingrid realized. She
still had a lot of feeling for Marie... even if the woman had deceived her. But now,
Ingrid wanted to enjoy a little revenge. She couldn't wait to pay Marie back... just a
little bit more, for the way she had fooled around with feelings of true love.
When she walked into the cell, Marie was lying naked in the corner, staring up at the
ceiling, her expression blank. She did not move, did not speak. She acknowledged
Ingrid's presence not in the slightest.
Ingrid saw red with fury.
"On your feet, you lying cunt!" she screamed.
Marie gazed languidly over in the woman's direction. "And what are you going to do to
me now? Beat me? Fuck me? Stick that disgusting old cunt of yours in my face? Do you
think that will make up for the fact that I don't love you, Ingrid... that I have never
loved you... that if yours was the last vagina on earth I would turn to men's pricks
before I'd willingly put my mouth on that shriveled up hole?" Marie laughed dryly.
Ingrid's anger was so violent that it took her breath away. She rushed, screaming across
the cell, grabbed Marie by her beautiful, blonde hair and dragged her off the bed.
Marie screamed and then grunted with the pain, first as her hair was yanked savagely
and then as she fell onto the hair floor.
Ingrid kicked the woman in the ribs, digging her sharply-pointed, black leather boot far
into the tender, easily-bruised flesh.
Marie was up in a sitting position now, shivering with pain and discomfort. She curled
her legs under her and tried to turn away from the sight that suddenly came into view.
Too late. Ingrid's slap caught the woman directly across the mouth, snapping her teeth
together with shocking impact.
"We'll see how fresh you are once I've taught you a few things about obedience!" Ingrid
snarled. And with that, she pulled Marie cruelly up onto her feet and hauled her out of
the cell.
Marie continued to whimper all the way down the long corridor, but Ingrid ignored the
woman's sounds of pain. Instead, she pulled even harder eager, with the force of her
fury, to get Marie into the discipline chamber and break her spirit, once and for all.
But Ingrid was not ready for what happened as soon as they walked into the huge,
austere room. Not ready at all.


Chapter 10

As soon as Ingrid unlocked the door to the torture room, Denise turned toward the
entrance. Her eyes met Marie's.
"Denise!" Marie's voice filled the room.
Denise shrieked and sagged against the wall.
"So! The two of you know each other, eh?" Ingrid said, locking the door behind them.
Marie started to run in the girl's direction. "Baby, baby... what have they done to you?"
Ingrid tightened her grip on the woman's hair and yanked her backward. Marie lost her
balance and fell into a heap on the floor.
Ingrid pulled her whip out from its place on the wall and started to lash Marie
furiously. The woman screamed and put her hands up to her face, and then to her
breasts and belly, trying in vain to protect herself from the cruel stings of the cutting
lash. To no avail... again and again the whip cut through her flesh, leaving her marked
and bleeding and scared.
Denise cried out and tried to break her bonds, but it was no use. The strong ropes
which had been used to tie her securely and fasten her to the hook in the wall held,
despite her attempts to free herself. She cried miserably as "she realized that she was
unable to come to the assistance of the other woman.
By now, Marie was only half-conscious... trembling with fatigue from her long and
painful ordeal at the hands of Ingrid and Richter. She remained on the floor where she
had fallen and where she had just been whipped, mumbling inaudibly, the color
drained from her face. Her body was covered with bruises and welts from the
punishment it had been forced to endure.
Ingrid smiled as an idea occurred to her. She half-lifted, half-dragged Marie back onto
her feet and forced the woman to follow, stumbling, after her as she crossed the
chamber to the closet where she kept her instruments of torture and discipline.
Once in front of the cabinet, she unlocked it and withdrew a long length of wire.
Barbed, sharp wire that looked as though it were meant to be placed on top of a fence
so that no one could possibly climb over.
Satisfied with her choice of methods, Ingrid tugged at Marie's hair, and the unfortunate
woman had to follow her again... back to a place close to Denise.
"What are you going to do to her?" Denise wailed, when she saw Ingrid reappearing
with and Marie in tow.
Ingrid didn't bother to answer. She chuckled softly to herself a wicked, cruel gleam in
her eyes as she, continued to make the preparations for her latest atrocity.
Marie was too tired, too weak to resist. She didn't say a word as Ingrid tied her hands
in front of her, cutting deeply into her wrists with a length of cord. From time to time,
she would glance over toward Denise, and open her mouth as though she were about to
say something to the sobbing girl... but the words couldn't come out any more.
Ingrid fastened Marie's wrists to a hook, high above the beautiful blonde woman's
head. Once this had been completed, she hurried back to the cabinet and returned a
moment later with a wooden block.
She placed the block in Marie's mouth, and tied pieces of cord behind Marie's head,
attaching the ends to the block. In this manner, Marie's jaws were forced to remain
wide apart as the cruel, wooden block was wedged between them. The splinters cut into
Marie's lips and she was unable to speak.
Now that she had the woman gagged and secured to that hook, Ingrid began to torture
in earnest. While Denise looked on, protesting weakly and sobbing aloud, Ingrid
wound the barbed wire around Marie's naked body, purposely making sure that the
sharp, metal points dug deeply into the woman's flesh.
"This is what you get for deceiving me, cunt!" Ingrid snarled, as she cris-crossed the
metal points over and under Marie's branded breast.
Marie groaned. Her eyes rolled around in their sockets. It was evident that she was only
half-conscious. But half was enough for Ingrid.
Obviously, these two bitches were lovers. If that conniving louse, Marie, could care for
another woman, Ingrid decided, her deception was even more disgusting. Marie would
pay... they both would pay for making Ingrid look like a fool!
Marie closed her eyes, wincing and moaning from, the unbearable pain of the barbed
wire, digging into her bruised and bleeding flesh. She shivered every so often, her body
responding to the agony.
When she had the woman completely trussed, Ingrid captured one of Marie's nipples
between her thumb and forefinger... She, pinched as hard as she could on the sensitive
bud of flesh."
Marie groaned and gagged.
Ingrid laughed. "This is just the beginning, my pet. By the time I'm finished with you
and your little lovebird over here, you'll wish you'd never been born!"
"Please," Denise croaked, her voice cracking with the force of the emotion she felt,
seeing her friend tortured. "Do what you like to me. Do anything you want. But leave
poor Marie alone. She's had enough... more than enough. Can't you see that?"
For a moment, Ingrid's expression darkened with anger at the thought of a prisoner
having the nerve, the impertinence to suggest an alteration in the course of the
punishment. But suddenly, Ingrid found herself smiling.
An excellent idea, to be sure, Ingrid told herself. And aloud, she answered, "My dear, I
couldn't have thought of a better suggestion, myself!"
Turning her attention from the bound and gagged Marie, Ingrid moved across to where
Denise was tied. Smiling happily, she stepped right up to the girl.
"So you and Marie are lovers, eh?"
Denise didn't answer.
But she didn't have to. The gleam of fear in her pretty eyes told the whole story.
Ingrid slapped the girl hard across the face, and then backhanded her on the other
cheek.
Stunned by the sudden attack, Denise cried out and whimpered miserably.
Marie grunted... trying desperately to say something... to come to the aid of her lover in
some way... but the block of wood wedged securely between her jaws made speech
impossible and only cut further into the soft flesh of her mouth.
Ingrid stopped for a moment and looked down at the blood-stained and bedraggled
sight of Denise. "You filthy slut," she growled under her breath. And then, she hurried
across her naked breasts, belly and thighs. She shivered from the cold and started to
weep softly, again.
Ingrid had brought a rough towel with her. Using this, she wiped the dirt and caked
blood from Denise's young body.
The material was hard and it irritated the wounds that the girl had covering her body.
Ingrid ignored the sounds of Denise's pain and continued to rub the harsh towel across
tender, bruised flesh. Finally, she was satisfied that Denise was ready to be used once
again.
She untied the girl and yanked her to her feet. "Tell me about yourself and Marie," she
said, reaching forward to fondle one of the young girl's breasts.
"No." Denise's voice was weak but determined.
Ingrid saw red with rage. She balled her fingers into a fist and sent it crashing into
Denise's belly.
The girl rocked backward from the blow and started to fall.
Ingrid reached out and dug strong fingers into the girl's soft shoulder, steadying Denise.
As soon as Denise was solidly placed on her feet again, Ingrid looked directly into the
girl's eyes. "Take down my panties," she ordered.
Slowly, reluctantly, Denise complied with the woman's order.
Looking proud and triumphant, Ingrid waited until her panties were down around her
knees.
"Now, eat my pussy," she ordered. "Get down on your knees and suck my cunt!"
Denise started to obey.
Marie groaned loudly and started to thrash around. Her barbed wire bonds cut more
deeply into her flesh. She groaned, but continued to make sharp, croaking sounds.
Obviously, she did not want to see her lover forced to cater to the wicked Ingrid.
Denise understood what Marie was trying to communicate. She looked back and forth
between the two women, obviously unable to decide which course to take.
"I said eat my cunt!" Ingrid snapped, her voice turning suddenly shrill and highpitched.
Marie groaned again, making sharp, cracking sounds.
"No," Denise screamed. "Never! I'll die first!" And with that, she turned and ran toward
the door, making a desperate attempt for freedom.
Ingrid stood absolutely still, for a moment. When the initial shock wore off, she started
to laugh... just as Ingrid got to the door... only to find that it was locked.
Denise whirled to face her captor. "What is so funny!" she screamed at Ingrid.
Ingrid could barely contain herself. "First, you break into this place to free your lover
and you are caught. Now, you try to break out of this place and you are stopped again.
Poor Denise, when are you going to learn?" Again, Ingrid broke into wild laughter.
"Cunt!" Denise shrieked. "Rotten, miserable cunt!"
"You can call me all the names in the world, my dear. The fact of the matter is that you
are at my mercy!"
Rage was stronger inside Denise than common sense. "At your mercy? Never! I'd rather
die than be at the mercy of an old hag like you."
Marie's eyes bugged wide open as she heard what the girl was saying.
Ingrid stopped laughing immediately. Her back stiffened and her expression turned to
stone.
She walked stiffly across the room and lifted a small intercom receiver from its hook on
the wall.
"General von Richter," she said, when the connection had been made. "The girl you
apprehended while she was breaking into the camp... her purpose, it seems, was to try
and free the prisoner, Marie. I would like to request permission for the assistance of one
of the guards to help in her interrogation and punishment." There were a few minutes
of silence while Ingrid listened to General von Richter speaking. "Of course, General," she
said, then, "I'll be delighted to have you observe."
When she'd hung up the receiver, she turned back toward Denise. "Now, my dear," she
said, "you are going to wish you were dead."


Chapter 11

Hans von Richter opened the door to the closet near the window of his office and selected a
thin but formidable looking riding crop. Lifting it down from its hook, he turned,
tapped the thin stalk of the weapon against his thigh and walked toward the door.
Vivid, stimulating thoughts and images flowed through his mind as he moved out of
the administration building and started across the yard. Of course, he would call in the
guards to assist in the discipline of the two lovely female prisoners – just as he'd told
Ingrid he would.
But not immediately.
Not until he'd had himself a little private "session" with the ladies.
A cruel smile reshaped his features and he quickened his pace. The thought of fucking
the cunts off those women was always an inspiration to him. Undoubtedly, no one
could ask for a more rewarding position in the Fatherland's Army than the one he now
held.
He was fortunate, he assured himself happily. Fortunate indeed. For how many men
were there who had literally dozens of women... of all shapes and ages and sizes... at
their disposal. The only limitations were those that he, himself, would impose. Any
whim, any mood, any variation of sexual excesses were Richter's for the commanding,
he knew.
And that was exactly the way he wanted it to remain.
A familiar throbbing sensation quickened and made itself strongly felt between his legs.
Richter thrust his chest out proudly. He was glad that he was so potent, so sexually
able. A man among men, he told himself. He was one to be envied, to be respected and
admired. He was a fine example of an officer and a male. Many were the women whose
bodies bore testimony to that!
He entered the women's barracks and strode proudly down the hall to the disciplinary
quarters. There was a place where he was going to passing many happy hours during
what he hoped was going to be a long and successful career. He liked the room and
everything it stood for... the torture equipment... the vast, open space in which endless
possibilities for seduction and pleasure were available. He was glad to be going there
now. Glad to be going there and eager to shove his throbbing cock into some soft, wet,
and hopefully, resisting pussy.
He pulled out his key and unlocked the heavy door, hardly able to contain his
excitement. What would be waiting for him on the other side, he wondered. There
could be any of a number of delightful things... women trussed naked, backsides and
cunts tilted upward, waiting for him to bury his cock inside their lovely bodies... young,
innocent girls, trembling with fear and terror, untouched by a man, panic-stricken at
the thoughts of having their little snatches torn apart and bloodied by such a proud and
enormous cock as the one aching between Richter's legs at this very moment. The sight
that greeted him upon his entry into the torture chamber was in no way a
disappointment. Halfway across the room, half-conscious, but no less lovely than he
remembered, Marie stood, her hands tied and secured above her, barbed wire wound
around and cutting into her lush, naked body.
On the far side of the room, cowering in a corner was Denise. She half-stood, half
crouched against a wall, shrieking at the tops of her little lungs as Ingrid, garbed in
black leather, stood above her... menacing the young girl with a lash which cracked
rhythmically across Denise's flesh... bring cries of pain and agony in tempo with the
vigorous whipping.
Responding to the sounds of his booted feet on the hard floor, Ingrid paused in the
middle of lashing the girl and turned around in Richter's direction, her expression
questioning.
"No, no... don't stop," Richter insisted, motioning with his hands. "Continue as you
were, Ingrid. Please. This is quite a delightful sight to observe."
Ingrid, of course, had no choice but to obey her commander. Returning her attentions
to Denise, she raised the lash again and commenced flogging the pitiful young girl.
Denise cried out again and rolled over onto her side, in a vain attempt to protect herself
from the cruel and cutting thongs of leather. In the midst of her motions, she spread
her legs, revealing the pink and delectable cunt which was now, no longer virgin.
Richter could not bear to remain an observer any longer. While Ingrid continued to
whip Denise, he hurried over to where Marie was tied and started to fondle her naked
breasts.
Marie's eyes rolled lazily in their sockets. The woman could not speak and could not
move. The brand on her breast was still raw and her nipples were ringed by bruise
marks.
Richter slid his hand down over her belly and inserted one of his fingers roughly into
her cunt. The inner flesh was warm and moist, yielding to the pressure of his caress.
He felt his hard-on reach the peak of its rigidity. The ache... the longing for sex was
pulsating all the way down into his balls, along his thighs and through his buttocks. He
had to have a woman. Had to have her... and now.
To the accompaniment of the sound of Ingrid's flogging of Denise, Richter unwound
the barbed wire from around Marie's body and tossed it aside. The woman sagged, a
combination of relief and exhaustion. Still, the ropes that held her wrists together and
secured them to a hook in the wall kept her upright. , Richter reached for the buckle of
his pants. In a moment, his trousers fell into a pile on the hard floor. His jacket and tie
were similarly discarded. Now, he was ready for action.
His cock stood out in front of him, rigidly at attention. He leaned forward and rubbed
the head of his massive organ across Marie's bare belly. The woman's eyes clouded over
with revulsion and anger, but there was nothing she could do about it. From time to
time she attempted to glance over in the direction from which Denise's cries and sobs
were coming, but she was unable to turn her head all the way to the side because of the
wooden block in her mouth.
Richter was enjoying himself thoroughly. He slid his stiff prick in between Marie's
creamy thighs and humped his bottom half back and forth, loving the sensation of her
smooth, satin-like flesh against the roughness of his cock. But still, he knew, something
was missing from this. Something that he needed to make his pleasure complete.
Sound. That was it. With the gag in her mouth, Marie was unable to express the pain
that Richter wished to inflict upon her.
He leaned forward and reached around behind her head. In a moment, Richter had
unfastened the ends of the rope holding the wooden gag in place. It fell to the floor
with a clatter.
When next he looked at her, Marie was rolling the tip of her swollen tongue around
her dry lips, trying to remove the blood that had formed in the corners where the
wooden gag had torn the flesh. Richter pinched her tits, squeezing the bruised nipples
with all his strength until the woman started to scream.
Ah yes, that was better, he realized. Sex wasn't quite the same without being able to
listen to the way the victim was suffering. How delightful it was, an additional
dimension of pleasure, when they screamed and begged for mercy... when they cried
and pleaded for their lives and their sanity.
Now, Richter had Marie just where he wanted her. Her body was free to move and
twist and writhe... the only thing that was holding her was the rope around her wrists,
forcing her to remain in position before him and preventing her from running away. It
was time for the fun to begin in earnest.
"Are you ready to tell us anything yet, Marie?" Richter asked.
It was a rhetorical question. By this time, General von Richter couldn't have cared less
about confession. His cock was hurting him with the need to bury itself into a soft,
warm cunt.
He didn't allow her the time to answer. Reaching down, he dug his hands in behind her
knees and hoisted her feet up off the floor.
Now, Marie was suspended in the air, by the combination of the bonds around her
wrists and the support of Richter's grasp. With her knees raised and doubled at waist
height, the lips of her cunt were spread wide, exposing the pink, soft flesh inside.
Richter gaped at the smooth cunt lips and flexed his cock. Without any further warning
he plunged his pole into the woman's bruised opening, burying himself inside her to
the hilt. Marie screamed anew with the sudden rush of pain. Her body shuddered and
her breasts heaved as she choked and gagged.
Richter pumped his hips wildly, plunging his enormous prick into Marie's hole again
and again. Back and forth he jerked, using all the force of his muscles to send his pole
to the very depths of Marie's torn and ravaged cunt. "Stop it, you bastard!" Denise
screamed, hysterical at the sight of her lover's new ordeal. "Leave her alone!"
Richter stopped for a moment and stood still, his prick buried all the way inside of
Marie's tortured pussy. He held her still while his cock throbbed inside her body. And
he looked across the room at the girl who had dared to speak to a General in the
German Army in such a disrespectful manner.
"Not only are you going to suffer," he informed Denise, as Ingrid applied the lash
double-time, now, "but it is going to be worse for Marie because of you. Observe!"
He slapped Marie hard across the breasts, bring cries of anguish past her dry and
swollen lips. Then, he pulled his cock out of her, cut her down, and dragged her over to
a chair.
The woman started to struggle. For a moment, she had tasted relative freedom, and it
seemed to bring new strength to her limbs and spirit.
"Ingrid, a length of rope... quickly!" Richter commanded.
Ingrid hurried to obey his order. In a moment, Marie was bound again... tied to a chair,
her arms behind the rungs, the thick rope encircling her torso so she could not stand
up or strike out.
Richter approached the woman. She started to struggle again fighting, in her hysteria,
against impossible odds.
"I have a way to keep her in order," Ingrid said.
Ingrid hurried to her supply closet and returned with a thick candle. Forcing her thumb
and third finger into the tender flesh of Marie's cheeks, she forced the woman's mouth
open. Then, she shove the candle all the way into Marie's mouth, stopping only when
the woman started to gag as the base of the cylinder reached her throat.
Ingrid struck a match and lit the end of the candle that was protruding from between
Marie's widespread jaws.
"You'd best behave," she informed the terrified prisoner. "Otherwise, I'm going to let
this burn down into your mouth."
Marie tried to spit the candle out, to eject it from her mouth... but it was hopeless. The
candle was wedged far back behind her teeth. She was helpless.
"And now," Richter said, turning to Denise with a lewd grin on his face, "I am going to
show you what happens when you talk back to a General. You are going to be fucked,
my dear... like you have never imagined in your wildest dreams."
And with that, he walked over to the telephone to summon the guards.


Chapter 12

Richter did not want to wait for the guards to arrive. He was eager to have Denise... to
teach her a lesson... any excuse to plunge his hard cock into her tight little almost-virgin
snatch.
He started in her direction, his stiff prick protruding far out ahead of him.
Denise saw the cock and the fear in her eyes told that she remembered what it had
been like for her the last time... the way it had felt to have her pussy torn to shreds by
Richter's enormous tool. She gasped in horror and backed away from the sight of it.
Ingrid raised her whipping arm and was about to lash Denise again when Richter
stopped her.
"NO!" he commanded. "Let her be. I'll attend to this for now."
Ingrid slunk away into the background and had to content herself with the role of
observer. It was obvious from Richter's tone of voice and manner that he had
something in mind... something special planned for this young captive... and he wasn't
about to allow interference of any kind. Not even from Ingrid.
Naked from the waist down, brandishing his giant cock, Richter stalked the terrified
young girl. With each step, the sound of his leather boots reverberated through the
enormous room.
The girl tried to crawl away from him but she saw that she was backing herself into a
corner. Gasping for air, she pulled herself painfully up onto her feet and stumbled in
the other direction.
Richter's cruel, pitiless laughter filled the room as he watched the girl continually fight
to try and keep her balance. The color had drained from her face and the long period of
time during which she had been beaten and raped was obviously taking its toll on her
strength and vitality.
He walked after her, not rushing, not exerting himself. He knew that sooner or later the
result had to be the same... he would catch her... capture her again and force her to
perform for his pleasure.
Only this time, the performance was going to be different from anything else that had
gone on in this room since he had been here!
The more she sobbed and the more she stumbled around the room, the harder Richter's
cock seemed to grow. He watched, enthralled by the sight of her young, firm breasts,
bouncing and jiggling as she continually tried to stay out of his reach.
When she turned her back to him he had a clear, delightful view of her naked bottom...
striped from the lash and covered with bruises. The thatch of her pubic hair was most
alluring to him. He could hardly wait to feel his fingers, his tongue, his cock, sliding up
into her young pussy... forcing aside the folds of her cunt lips... pressing against her
little clitoris.
Now, Richter started to move a little faster. Denise recognized his new resolve and
trembled with fear, "Please..." she mumbled.
Richter only laughed at her again. His voice was like an instrument of torture to the
poor victim, every bit as menacing and painful as the cut and sting of the lash.
He knew this. He could see it in her eyes, in the droop of her mouth. He could tell the
psychological effect that his little game was having on the girl. And he loved it.
"You may end this misery for yourself any time you like," he informed her, after he had
followed her around the room a couple of times, to the accompaniment of her begging
and pleading with him to stop. "All you have to do is get down on the floor and spread
your legs wide for me."
His words made her eyes gleam with panic. It was obvious that the last tiling in the
world that Denise wanted was to be fucked by the General again, with his huge cock.
And the more he spoke, the more she seemed to be afraid.
Richter loved it. The sight of her response to his words added to his sense of power, his
feeling of domination, and his sexual arousal. He continued to talk, exciting himself
additionally with the sound of his own words and his own threats.
"Sooner or later you're going to have to give in, you know," he said, keeping his voice
soft and creating an even more threatening atmosphere than normally would result
from shouting or abusing. "There's no way to escape, my dear. I'm going to have you.
I'm going to spread the lips of your cunt and shove my cock all the way up inside your
hole. I may even decide to take you over my knee and spank your bare ass while I'm
preparing to fuck you. How would you like me to take one of Ingrid's big dildos and
shove it up your ass, Denise? Would you like that?"
"No... no... please don't..." the girl pleaded with him, as she continued to back away
from the sound of his voice and the threat of his hard tool.
"Come now, Denise... you must realize that it's pointless to continue trying to escape
from me. There's no place for you to go. I'm going to catch you, you know. I'm going
to force you to spread your legs apart and show me that lovely little pussy of yours. I'm
going to put my cock in your mouth and make you suck all the come out of it."
"I beg of you," Denise groaned, "stop it. Let me be. Please!"
"Of course, I'll let you be," Richter cajoled her, in a soft, soothing tone of voice that
contrasted dramatically with what he was saying to her. "I'll let you be my slave, that
would be nice. I'm going to tie you up with your cunt wide open and then I'm going to
take one of my thickest whips and lash your pussy until it runs with blood. I'm going
to piss all over the open wounds and when you're screaming in pain and apologizing
for what you said to me before... bastard, wasn't that what you called me... I'm going to
take a very special dildo... Ingrid has one with needle sharp spikes all around the head
of it... and I'm going to ram that thing all the way up inside your hole.
"When I'm finished doing that, Denise, I'm going to take another one and stick it up
your ass. I'm going to make your holes so big that a horse would be able to fuck you
and you wouldn't know that difference."
As Richter verbalized his terrible fantasies, Denise felt the room starting to spin around
her. Her eyes rolled around in their sockets and she started to swoon.
Richter seized his perfect opportunity to run across the short distance separating them
and grab the girl before she'd hardly realized what was happening to her.
When Denise felt the General's strong fingers pressing into her shoulders, she screamed
loudly and tried to fight him off. Like a fly attacking an elephant, she pummeled him
with her tiny fists and tried to kick him with her bare feet.
Richter laughed loudly. He slid one arm around her waist and lifted her bodily into the
air. Compared to him she was barely more than half his size and weight. There was no
contest.
He carried her across the room to a chair and sat down on it. Then, he lifted her above
his head, turned her around, and dropped her across his lap.
She struggled wildly, fighting with all her might to escape. Her bare bottom bounced up
and down as she fought to break Richter's hold upon her. But it was no use. He had
pinned her, face down with his forearm planted firmly across the small of her back.
With the palm of his free hand, he rubbed the asscheeks that quivered so invitingly
before him. Then, he raised that hand high into the air and brought it crashing down
hard on the unprotected flesh.
Denise shrieked as the spanking grew more and more intense. She wiggled her bottom
and pounded the floor as the tears of pain and humiliation rolled down her pretty
cheeks.
There was no stopping Richter now. Brutally, he shoved his finger first into her asshole
and then into her cunt. As Denise squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to
loosen his hold, Richter forced another finger into her vulnerable cunt.
The new and sudden penetration seemed to reopen the wounds that Denise had
suffered when Richter had raped her. She screamed in pain as her tight pussy was
penetrated again and again by Richter's plunging fingers.
As she bounced wildly across his lap, Richter's cock was brought into direct contact
with her naked belly and the hairs surrounding her pussy. He humped his pelvis
upward, enjoying the sensations of her youthful flesh against his hard, throbbing cock.
Suddenly, he captured her around the waist with both hands and lifted her off his lap.
Turning her around with as much ease as though she were a doll, he forced her to sit
astride his lap, with her back facing him.
She was captured. There was no escaping his cock now.
Richter lined his prick up with the angle of her pussy and dropped Denise suddenly.
She fell toward his thighs, impaling herself on his enormous tool. She screamed as his
cock rammed all the way up inside her torn and bleeding hole.
Richter grunted with pleasure as the union was completed. Quickly, he wound his arms
around her waist and forced her to bounce up and down on his stiff prick. With each
movement of her body, he thrust his pelvis upward, ramming himself mercilessly inside
her young cunt.
Now, he held her in position with one thick arm, while the fingers of his other hand
encircled one of her breasts. He toyed with the nipple for a moment, and then squeezed
the firm, silky mound with all his strength, digging the tips of his fingers deeply into
her tortured skin.
She arched her back in pain and tried to slide away from his grasp, but the combination
of his arm around her waist and his cock buried all the way inside of her made escape
impossible. She had no choice but to spread her thighs wide and accept the terrible
thickness of his tool all the way into her pain filled hole.
Ingrid, meanwhile, was witnessing all of this from her position across the room. She
could not contain her mounting excitement as she watched Richter's hard cock
pounding up and down into Denise's wide-open cunt. She slid her hand down inside
her leather panties, found the slit of her own pussy and started to finger herself.
The cunt juice slithered out of her hole and she toyed with her stiff clitoris. Inside
herself, she allowed herself fanciful visions of fucking Denise personally with she,
Ingrid, the proud possessor of such an enormous cock.
She spread her legs to allow herself better leverage and slid two fingers inside of her
cunt. The walls of her pussy reacted to the intrusion by contracting rhythmically
around the fingers, as though they were a big cock fucking her.
"Now now, Ingrid... let's have none of that," Richter chided, observing the woman's
actions. "There'll be time for you, soon enough."
And, as though on cue, the door suddenly flew open... revealing two massive German
guards... and a vicious-looking Alsatian dog.
Exactly as General von Richter had ordered.
Despite his surprised expression, Richter was p leased inside himself for the sudden
interruption. Fucking Denise so strongly, hearing her scream and beg for mercy had
excited him almost to the point of coming. He didn't want to do that. No, not yet. At
least not until he had watched Denise suffer properly for her disrespect for him and his
position.
He lifted her roughly and pulled her off his cock. Her cunt was dripping blood and
pussy juice and it gaped wide open from the intrusion of his tool. Her pussy lips had
been forced far apart. She no longer looked like a virgin between her legs. Her cunt was
wide open... and that, Richter decided, was how it was going to remain.
He threw her away from him and Denise landed in an abject heap on the cold, hard
floor. She covered her face with her hands and cried bitterly , unable to move , unable
to defend herself.
"Gentlemen, I have this tasty morsel for your pleasure," Richter announced, rising to
his feet and displaying his enormous cock. "She has been fucked and whipped and
spanked by Ingrid and myself. Now, I would like to see what you boys can think of for
her... with, of course, the assistance of our ferocious looking friend over here." He
smiled in the direction of the dog.
One of the guards, a tall, muscular man with dark hair smiled. "As you can see, Ulk has
already picked up the scent," he announced, grinning down at the dog.
Ulk, a dark, thick-boned animal was sniffing the air hungrily. The odor of cunt filled
the atmosphere and obviously attracted the huge animal.
"Let us see what he can do, Dolf," Ingrid said, her face beaming with delight as she
realized what was in store for poor Denise... the girl that Marie really loved.
"Gentlemen," Richter said, "Why don't you take off your uniforms. Certainly, you are
going to want to fuck this lovely creature. No sense in delaying, is there?"
It wasn't offered in a tone of command, but the guards lost no time following Richter's
suggestion. In a matter of moments, they had stripped themselves naked, displaying
formidable cocks of their own which were, by now, close to being every bit as hard as
the General's own.
As the men lumbered across the room, Denise screamed and tried to pull herself up
onto her feet again. But her strength was gone now, and she fell back onto the floor,
landing in a spreadeagle position, face-down.
One of the guards hurried up behind her, wrapped and arm around her middle and
hiked her up to a crouching position.
That was all that was necessary for Ulk to go into action. Whining eagerly, the animal
hurried around and started to sniff about Denise's bare bottom. He stuck his nose in
between her legs and licked her pussy.
Denise shuddered and tried to move, but the strong guard held her in place. Taking his
cue, the second man moved around in front of Denise. He pulled her by the hair,
forced her forced her head upward, and roughly shoved his cock into her mouth.
"Suck!" he commanded. "Eat that cock or I'll shove it down your throat."
Denise, dazed and bleeding, had no choice but then to obey. She accepted the man's
hard prick into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Ilk had found the slit of her pussy and was busy licking and mouthing the
open hole. As he continued to sniff the odor of Denise's cunt, his pink, thick prick slid
out of it s shaft and glistening.
The guard who had been holding her around the waist lifted her even higher into the
air, exposing her buttocks and pussy even more. The dog whined louder and continued
to lap at her bottom, salivating with excitement as his tongue slipped in and out of her
wet cunt.
Richter walked around and around the naked people, eyeing the goings-on from all
angles. His own cock was still stiff and glistening with moisture. He reached down and
fondled Denise's nipples, enjoying the way she was being forced to suck the cock of the
guard.
"Up here, Ulk," the man behind Denise said patting the girl's back.
The huge Alsatian knew exactly what to do. As though he were mounting a bitch in
heat, he leaped upon the naked, helpless girl. His huge, thick paws landed squarely in
the middle of her back, knocking the wind out of her.
The dog's prick was all the way out its furry shaft, now. Long and hard, it glistened as
the animal poked it back and forth, trying to find a hole to stick it into.
"Help him, Ingrid," Richter commanded. "Show him where to shove that thing."
Ingrid was pleased to assist. She got down on top her knees and guided the dog's cock
into Denise's open cunt.
"Enjoy it, bitch!" Ingrid hissed.
Denise screamed. She shuddered and tried to move her bottom... to slide her cunt out
of the path of the huge dog's advancing cock... but there was no escape. The notion of
having a dog's dong inside her added even more pain to her already unbearable state.
Her color went to a grayish hue and her eyes rolled around in her head.
At the same time, the guard who was shoving his cock in and out of her gaping mouth
was getting hotter. He grabbed her hair even harder and forced her to suck his prick all
the way down into her throat. Despite her moans of agony and her huge, glistening
tears," he continued to ram his huge pole in and out of her mouth, grunting with
pleasure at the sensation of her wet lips and tongue on his dick.
Ingrid, too, was carried away by the momentum of events. Excited beyond all modesty,
she reached around and dug her fingers into Denise's bare and bleeding ass cheeks.
Spreading the soft globes wide, she prepared an unmistakable entrance into which Ulk
kept ramming his slippery cock.
"I have an idea," Ingrid cried suddenly. Without waiting for permission, she guided the
huge dog around so that, while his cock remained implanted deep inside Denise's cunt,
his rump was flush with her ass and he was facing away from her This 'tied' position
was natural for dogs while mating, and so the enormous German Shepherd thought
nothing about it and was quite content to rest in this way with his shaft all the way up
Denise's wet slippery hole.
Now, poor Denise's asshole was exposed and vulnerable to all attack... which was
exactly what Ingrid had in mind. Panting heavily with a combination of excitement and
anticipation, she pulled out a huge, wooden dildo and brought the edge to Denise's
puckered asshole.
Denise moaned with pain as the wooden phallus started to force its way inside of her.
As it was, she a huge cock down her throat and the dog's prick shoved all the way into
her cunt. Her body was tight and tense with pain and exhaustion... and now, a new
threat was occurring.
Ingrid couldn't have cared less whether or not her lovely victim was suffering. The
more pain she was able to inflict upon this girl who Marie cared so much for, the
happier she was.
Vengeance and physical excitement were uppermost in her thoughts and all she wanted
was rid herself of this feeling of having been made a fool by Marie.
Without further warning, she shoved the wooden phallus all the way up inside Denise's
bleeding rectum. The girl groaned with pain, a loud, long sound, despite the cock that
was continually plunging its way in and out of her mouth.
Ingrid, cruel to the utmost, turned the dildo while it was lodged deep inside Denise's
ass. The wooden cock forced the tender folds of Denise's insides wide apart in order to
accommodate its width. Like Ingrid and the guards and Richter, it knew no mercy, and
Denise was forced to endure the unendurable.
Suddenly, Ulk, the huge Shepherd, started to whimper and trembled. His whimpering
turned into a high-pitched whine, as though he were howling at the moon. His body
started to tremble and his front paws stomped the floor.
"He's coming!" one of the guards shouted. "The dog is shooting his load inside of her!"
Richter, fascinated, watched in rapt attention. He could practically feel the sensations
that the animal was experiencing as he saw the dog convulse in spasm after spasm of
hot release.
And now, Richter wanted to experience the same pleasure.
Finished, Ulk pulled his cock out of Denise's and walked away, tired but happy. Richter
hurried around to where the animal had been. Grabbing his huge tool in hand, he sank
down onto his knees behind Denise and guided his cock into the wide, wet hole.
Seeing him, Ingrid yanked the dildo cruelly out of Denise's ass. The girl grunted with
pain as the huge wooden shaft was pulled from her insides... but a minute later, the
pain was renewed as Richter pistoned his enormous dick in and out of her sore and
aching cunt.
Ulk returned then, suddenly interested in the proceedings again. He walked around to
the front of Denise's body and started to lap her cunt again. The hole smelled of his
own canine semen and the drippings of Denise's body.
Richter reached around and grabbed Denise's huge tits. Capturing the soft mounds in
his hands, he started to pinch and torture the delicate nipples while, at the same time,
he pumped back and forth, sending his stiff dick into the depths of Denise's stretched
and dripping cunt.
"Faster... suck it faster!" The guard, who was shoving his cock in and out of Denise's
mouth all this while was breathing heavily and showing every indication that he was
about to shoot his load.
Richter slapped Denise as hard as he could on the ass and shoved his cock, double-time
in and out of her pussy. "Swallow his load," the General commanded. "Drink every
drop of that come!"
Denise had no choice, of course, but to obey... for, just at that very moment, the guard
groaned with pleasure and started to fill Denise's mouth with hot, sticky fluid. Again
and again his body arched and bucked as the white come shot out of his cockhead and
filled Denise's mouth.
Suddenly, the sound of screaming filled the room and stopped everyone dead in his
tracks.
"Stop it!" Marie shouted. "Stop doing those things to her! She's only a child! I'll tell you
what you want to know... I'll tell you everything! Just leave Denise alone!"
The woman collapsed into violent sobbing.
Richter smiled and got to his feet. "It's about time," he said, calmly. "I was wondering
just how long it was going to take for you to come to your senses."


Chapter 13

It took a few minutes for everyone to recover from Marie's sudden outburst. Ingrid was
the first to speak.
"I don't believe her," the woman said, her tone sounding strangely uneasy. "I say we
continue torturing Denise until we get information out of her. Who is to know that this
woman will tell us the truth? She may just be saying this for the very purpose of
interrupting what we are doing to the young one."
Richter did not answer immediately. He perceived the slight trembling in Ingrid's voice
and wondered why it was there. Of course, he told himself, the sound of her voice
might just be due to the fact that she was very excited and needed to release her lust.
And yet, there was something... something that Richter couldn't quite put his finger
on...
Why should Ingrid try to stop a prisoner's confession? That, Richter thought, was very
odd. There was definitely more to this than he could be immediately aware of... but he
had every intention of getting to the bottom of whatever existed.
"No," he said, coolly, "we have nothing to lose by letting the woman speak. Bring her
over here to me."
And with that, Richter walked across the room and sat down on the very chair where
he had spanked Denise, looking something like a king about to hold court... naked.
Marie was too weak from her long ordeal to walk without assistance. Richter ordered
the guards to help her across the room until, finally, she was on her knees in front of
him.
"I will tell you why Ingrid does not wish for me to speak," Marie said finally, with great
effort.
Ingrid's eyes sparkled with fury... and fear. "Do not listen to her, I beg of you!" she
cried.
But her urgent tone betrayed something that Richter could not miss. He smiled,
enjoying the sight of Ingrid's panic. This, indeed was going to be even more interesting
than he had suspected.
"Be quiet," he snapped in Ingrid's direction. "I will decide what is to go on here... do
you understand?" His tone and facial expression were menacing. They left no room for
disagreement or further argument.
Ingrid nodded sullenly and retreated a few steps.
Richter returned his full attention to the beautiful, naked woman on the floor in front
of him. "Now, what was it you were saying?" he asked, as though this were the most
normal conversation under the most normal circumstances.
"First," Marie said, gasping, "you must promise... you must not hurt Denise any more. I
don't care what you do to me, but you must not hurt the girl..."
Richter's expression darkened. "I make no promises of any kind," he growled.
"Apparently, there is something you all fail to understand clearly, here. I am in
command. The only law in this room... in this entire camp, is my word. There are no
bargains, no deals to be made here. You are alive through my kindness, and my
kindness alone... which is not to say that, at any moment, I might decided to change
my mind and get rid of you... permanently." He paused for a moment, allowing the full
impact of what he had just said to register around the silent room. "Is that quite clear
now, ladies?"
Marie screamed in unbearable torment and fell flat onto the floor. Covering her face
with her hands, she cried pitifully.
Richter was at the end of his patience. Stepping down from his chair, he knelt beside
the woman. Roughly, he grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her over onto her
back.
She stared up at him with blank, glazed eyes as he slapped her back and forth across
the face. The sound of his strong hand against her cheeks made loud, cracking sounds
throughout the room.
Suddenly, Marie's body went limp. She had passed out.
"Dump some water on her," Richter snarled, to no one in particular, his voice thick
with disgust. 'Well get her to talk."
One of the guards hurried to get a pail. A few moments later he returned and emptied
its contents on the lifeless form.
Marie woke slowly. As awareness returned to her, her eyes filled with terror at the sight
of Richter's menacing face and form, towering above her.
"I will give you one final chance," he said, slowly. "Either you talk... and now... or I
shall put you and Denise out of your misery... for good!"
Slowly, painfully, Marie pulled herself up to a sitting position. Her features reorganized
themselves into the look of someone hell-bent on survival. When she spoke, her voice
was soft and cracked but filled, nevertheless, with determination.
"This is the truth I am about to tell you, General von Richter. The cold fact is that Ingrid
and I... well, we were lovers, and..."
"That is a lie!" Ingrid screamed. "I would never..."
"Silence!" Richter screamed, fighting to suppress a smile. The web was unweaving in a
most delightful and interesting fashion. He had no intentions of allowing any
interruptions now.
"Go on," he said to Marie, leaning in a little closer so that he could hear everything the
woman was about to confess.
"Ingrid has been working for us... for the Allied Forces for quite some time. I met her
in Munich, when she was there to deliver some secret information about the methods
of prisoner torture inside Concentration Camp Number Seven."
"You lieing bitch!" Ingrid shrieked. "I picked you up off the streets... out of the gutter
where you belong..." the woman stopped suddenly, in the middle of her sentence,
realizing that she had incriminated herself beyond redemption, now.
"Please... you must believe me... this woman is making up stories. All right, I will admit
that I was foolish enough to consort with her..."
"I said silence!" Richter screamed, furious. "Seize her!" he ordered the guards. "And
arrange it so that she will not interrupt again!"
Before, she had a chance to realize what was happening to her and to defend herself
further, the two guards had grabbed Ingrid and dragged her toward the wall. One of
them clapped a strong hand over her mouth while the other bound her body with
lengths of thick rope. Then, the very same wooden block that had been used on Marie
was shoved roughly into Ingrid's mouth, rendering her incapable of any sound except
vague grunts and groans which were almost inaudible.
When he was satisfied that the woman would be no further trouble to the proceedings,
Richter signaled for Marie to continue.
Inside herself, Marie was delighted. This was more than she could have ever possibly
hoped for. Ingrid was unable to refute the lies that Marie was about to tell. Despite the
pain of body and soul, Marie started to feel better.
She continued slowly, making certain before she spoke that everything that she said
sounded plausible. She knew that Denise, listening to each and every word, was smart
enough not to betray, in any way, the fact that Marie was embellishing the truth to
make it as bad as she could for Ingrid. They both knew that whatever punishment
Ingrid would suffer could not possibly be painful enough to even begin to compensate
for what she had done to them.
And Marie knew Ingrid well enough to make her story seem logical.
"Ingrid was dissatisfied," Marie said, basing her story on what she knew to be basic
truth. "She had wanted to be in full command of Concentration Camp Number Seen.
She had satisfied herself somewhat while the previous commander was in charge by
making him her love-slave... yet, all the time, she resented not having complete charge.
"You seem General," Marie went on, as though she were taking Richter into her
confidence out of choice rather than necessity, "Ingrid despises men... all men. Yourself
included."
"Go on," Richter said, his interest building as Marie continued with her fabrication.
"As I said, Ingrid was able to content herself when the other commander was here
because, secretly, he obeyed her every order and so, in fact, she was in charge of this
camp. However, when it was learned that you were to replace Ingrid as the person in
charge, and she was unable to have the authorities change that decision, she decided to
work as an undercover agent in return for large sums of money."
"If you and Ingrid were lovers, why then were you captured... and why has she treated
you so brutally?"
"The fact of the matter, General, is that Ingrid failed to warn me and help me to avoid
capture because she wished for me to be with her here at the camp... this way, you see,
she could have access to me all the time. But when she found out that my interest in
her was only for all of the classified information that she was giving the Allies through
me, and that I was in love with Denise... well, you can certainly understand why she
would hate me so.
"And what about Denise? Do you expect me to believe that this little girl thought that
she could free you from this camp, single-handed?"
"Of course not!" Marie answered, forcing a smile while her mind worked double-time
to invent a believable story which would also serve to further incriminate the hated
Ingrid. "It was Ingrid's idea... a form of compromise. When she found out that I really
didn't love her and that I loved Denise, she agreed to let me have Denise here with me
in exchange for Denise's help.
"What Ingrid planned, you see," Marie went on, "was for Denise to enter the camp
without anyone but myself and Ingrid knowing this, of course. Then, after Ingrid
helped Denise to get in here, Denise was to kill you. It would be made to look as
though you had committed suicide. Ingrid was then going to tell the authorities that
you were, indeed, quite mad and that she was the rightfully suited person to run this
camp.
"Of course, Ingrid never counted on the fact that you would have caught Denise and
found out about us."
Richter felt his face flush red with rage. He turned toward where Ingrid was tied and
gagged, glaring with hatred at the woman who struggled in vain against her bonds.
"So, you dyke bitch... you thought you could step into the shoes of General von Richter did
you?" he growled menacingly at the helpless woman. "You thought you were going to
reduce me to the pitiful position of your slave like the man before me! I'll show you
what happens to women who think they are the equals of men!"
He turned his back on Marie and strode across the room to where Ingrid was tied. As
she struggled to speak... to defend herself even with the gag in her mouth, Ingrid was
brutally slapped by the furious General.
Stopping suddenly, he turned to where the guards were standing, watching him. "Bring
me a whip!" he commanded, pointing to the closet where Ingrid kept her instruments
of bondage and torture.
In a matter of moments his order was obeyed. As Ingrid groaned in pain, Richter lifted
the lash again and again and brought the cruel, cutting leather thongs down across her
body. The whip cut into Ingrid's defenseless flesh, striping her breasts, her belly, her
thighs with cruel welts.
The more he punished her, the wilder and the stronger his fury grew. Richter beat the
woman until his arm ached, and still, he was not satisfied. Just the thought of her,
trying to take over his position was enough to renew his energy and his resolve to
punish her beyond any torture that had ever been inflicted in this place before.
His eye fell upon a whipping post at the other side of the room. He moved to where
Ingrid was tied and started to unfasten her.
The wooden block fell out of her mouth and Ingrid began to scream.
"Lies!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "It's all lies. The woman is trying to
incriminate me because I tortured her. She is lieing... I swear to you, she is lieing!"
Richter grabbed her by the hair and slapped her back and forth across the cheeks until
she could not speak any more and she was screaming in pain. Then, he dragged her
across the room.
"Tie her there... with her back to me!" he ordered the guards.
Immediately, Ingrid was taken by the two burly men and tied to the whipping post,
spreadeagled.
Richter lifted the lash again. The cruel leather strips whistled through the air and
crashed across Ingrid's back. The woman screamed in excruciating pain as the leather
tore into her flesh.
And still, Richer wasn't satisfied.
"Strip her naked," he commanded. "Rip the clothes from her filthy body!"
As Marie and Denise observed with mounting pleasure, the leather garments were torn
from Ingrid's helpless form. Now, she was naked to the world... and tied helpless on the
whipping post. Only her boots remained, making the spectacle even more attractive.
Richter lifted the whip again. Now, the leather cracked resoundingly across Ingrid's
naked buttocks, striping the white flesh and making it quiver with pain. Again and
again he whipped her, until the backs of her thighs ran scarlet with her own blood.
And still, Richter was not satisfied.
Then, suddenly, his face lit with the pleasure of a recently-formed idea.
"The branding iron!" he called to the guards. "The one that is used on the prisoners.
We shall see who is the love slave now, eh, Ingrid!"
"NO!" Ingrid's pleading filled the room. She was hysterical with pain and fear. "Not the
branding iron. Please... I beg you, General. Have mercy on me! I am not guilty of these
things of which I am accused. I am loyal to the Fatherland. I have always been loyal!"
Richter ignored her tortured begging. When the iron was brought to him, he thrust it
into the coals, watching eagerly as the metal turned red hot and started to sizzle.
"Bring her to me!" he shouted, without turning from the exciting sight of the heating
metal.
Obediently, the guards unfastened Ingrid from the whipping post.
She started to struggle, fighting to free herself... to avoid the unbearable agony of being
branded a love-slave.
Her strength was no match for the two bulking guards. In moments, they had subdued
her and tied her arms behind her back, cris-crossing the ropes and pulling them tight so
that the cut into her soft flesh.
Her breasts were naked and exposed before him. Richter lifted the red-hot iron, aimed
carefully and brought it down hard against Ingrid's right breast.
The woman's blood-curling scream filled the room only once before she passed out.
For a long time, the only sounds in the room was the crackling of the coals and
Richter's heavy breathing. He stood motionless above Ingrid's inert form, looking down
at the sight of the now-silent woman and her cruel, red brand covering the top of her
breast.
His enormous cock stood erect between his thighs, aching for the feel of a warm cunt
surrounding it... pulling on it... milking the juice all the way up from the depths of his
hairy balls.
But somehow, just tucking Ingrid would not be enough, he knew. There had to be an
additional dimension to her shame. She had to be punished and humiliated for even
daring to think of taking in his place in a way that the whole camp would know about.
And in a way that the whole camp would never forget.
The world had to be made aware that no one... NO ONE could defy General Hans von
Richter and survive.
"Bring her to," Richter mumbled, just loud enough for the guards to hear him. And in
the meantime, he searched his mind for the perfect torture.
He turned from the revolting sight of the woman who had tried to betray him... and as
he did, his glance fell upon the tortured body of Marie. Even as she was... bruised and
semiconscious, she was a beautiful thing to behold. Her breasts stood up from her
chest, full and proud. The blonde bush of her pussy seemed to gleam invitingly... just
begging for a big, stiff prick to fill it.
And then, Richter realized the perfect solution to the question of a fitting and proper
punishment and disgrace for Ingrid.
No one, Richter knew, could be more cruel to a woman than another woman. And no
other woman had more reason and desire for revenge against Ingrid than Marie.
Just the thought of it was enough to make Richter's cock throb in eager anticipation.
Turning suddenly, he summoned the guards.
"Find a suitable leather outfit in those closets... a brief top and tiny bikini bottoms. And
the boots... by all means, black leather boots with high, thin heels!" His smile widened
into an expression of total glee. "Marie, tell the man what size you wear."
Dozens of pairs of eyes were focused on the strange-looking procession as it moved
slowly through the yard.
First, walking proudly, his chest swollen with confidence was General Hans von Richter
resplendent in the uniform of the Nazi Army.
Directly behind Richter, having been washed and cleaned and dressed for this occasion
was Marie. She moved slowly, tiredly, but with a strong sense of determination. Her
huge, beautiful breasts were tightly encased in a black, glove-leather halter. Her
beautiful blonde hair had been pulled high atop her head and fastened by a metal ring,
usually used for binding the wrists. Her satin-smooth buttocks were naked, as were her
thighs... except for the briefest, matching leather bikini G-string which clung to her
crotch and tucked itself provocatively into the crease of her cunt. On her legs, rising
above the knee, as per Richter's instructions, she wore shining, high-heeled leather
boots. And on her left arm, high up near the shoulder, also to please the General, she
wore a band with the crossed emblem of the German Army.
Last, and least happy in this odd parade of people came Ingrid. She could hardly walk.
Her body, stark naked except for her leather boots still bore the marks of her whipping.
She sagged against the two guards who supported her and half-carried her along. From
time to time she mumbled something inaudible or broke into loud, miserable sobbing.
But neither of the men paid attention. There eyes were focused straight ahead of them...
toward the whipping post that Richter had ordered assembled in the yard.
From far off in the distance, rumblings of war could be heard... the vague sounds of
aerial attack. Nobody thought anything of it. This was a time of war, and the music of
death was everywhere.
Ingrid did not try to resist as the guards lifted her arms above her head and fastened the
iron cuffs around them. She groaned once as a tight, V-shaped leather piece was
chained in place over her cunt, forcing her thighs wide.
Then, Richter handed a pair of tongs, especially designed for torturing the female
breast, to Marie.
Marie's beautiful features seemed to congeal into a mask of hatred as she approached
the shackled Ingrid. Despite the obvious fatigue that Marie was experiencing, her eyes
gleamed brightly, attesting to the strength of her spirit and the force of her fury.
Slowly, she ran the cool metal thongs across one of Ingrid's breasts and then the other.
Purposefully, she allowed the steel device to linger over the new, raw bruise where
Ingrid had been branded with the sign of the Nazi love-slave.
Ingrid's eyes bulged wide in their sockets. She opened her mouth and screamed loudly
enough for the entire camp to hear her agony.
The sound of the woman's torment added momentum to Marie's motions. Now, she
clamped the tongs directly over the open wound and squeezed... hard. The cold metal
cut into the wound, drawing fresh blood that ran down over the naked curve of Ingrid's
breast.
Ingrid's body jerked and twisted, vainly attempting to escape... but there was no escape
now. The cuffs around her wrists and the leather between her legs held her fast. Only
her middle was able to thrash about.
"Tie her around the waist!" Richter called out.
Marie obeyed without a word. She lifted a thick leather band and wrapped it both
around the and Ingrid's torso. A little metal latch, just big enough for a padlock was
snapped shut.
Now, Ingrid was totally immobilized.
Marie picked up the tongs and clamped their tips into place around one of Ingrid's
nipples. Twisting the center shaft of the torture device, she closed the edges of the tongs
around the sensitive, delicate flesh until they dug sharply into the delicate flesh to se
Ingrid screaming and writhing in unbearable pain.
When the tongs were securely in place, Marie reached down and undid one of the
chains that held Ingrid's leather pussy in place. Reaching for the spike-tipped dildo
which had been brought out just for this purpose, the blonde woman positioned it at
the opening of Ingrid's cunt.
"No... please!" Ingrid wailed.
To no avail. Marie's one, enormous thrust sent the dildo in to the hilt, ripping Ingrid's
cunt walls to shreds. Then, to make sure there would be no respite for the woman,
Marie refastened the leather patch in place, securing the deadly dildo inside Ingrid's
pain filled body.
Ingrid fainted from sheer agony.
Just as Marie, was about to ask for some water with which to revive the unconscious
Ingrid, the sounds of hysterical screaming filled the yard, growing, progressively louder
and more urgent with each passing-moment.
Several guards came running through the main entrance to the camp, rushing toward
their General.
"We are under attack!"
"The American Allied Forces are within kilometers... and they are bombing!"
Immediately, the yard and its surrounding areas became scenes of mass-panic.
Ten minutes later, the first American hit demolished the building where the General
and his top officers were hiding.
Marie and Denise shuddered as they heard the sounds of demolition, clearly audible
even in the underground bomb shelter where they were hiding.
The rest is history.


THE END
