Nazi Sex Tormentors
by Kent Smith
(SXB-112)


FOREWORD 

The Nazi era was one of the most brutal that has ever seized Mankind. During 
the years of the Third Reich, tortures and cruelties were inflicted by man 
upon man of the like which had not been experienced since the days of 
Genghis Khan. The illusion of human moral progress was shattered, one 
thought, for all time. 

But today many have forgotten. Many have pretended that the horrors which 
occurred during the Third Reich were some freakish aberration, something 
that happened then but which can never happen again. They pretend that when 
the Allied armies marched into Germany and freed the inmates of the Death 
Camps, the disease was wiped out. They pretend that the Nuremberg Trials 
convicted the war criminals, the men responsible for the tortures. 

But today Nazism is undergoing a resurgence, not only in Germany, but in the 
United States as well. And it is not only Germans that are involved. And 
they are not all called Nazis. All sorts of people on all the nations of the 
world are capable of the same horrors which the Nazis perpetrated. 

Man has learned little from the lessons of the Nazi era. The tortures 
continue across the globe. Perhaps they will always continue. Perhaps such 
horrors are perpetrated by madman who will always exist, in one form or 
another. 

But perhaps they are not all madmen, and perhaps if the knowledge of these 
practices are spread, people will realize the dangers that can result from 
blindly following leaders and ideologies whose results can only bring chaos, 
if their means entail violence and the subjugation of other peoples. This is 
a lesson that cannot be repeated too often. 

It is hoped that the knowledge of these brutalities will make people 
distrust those ideologies which proclaim the superiority of one race of 
persons over another. For it is plain that any such ideology will result in 
similar brutalities and outrages against, not just one portion of humanity, 
but all of humanity. 

-THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The barbed wire made the place look frightening, like something out of a bad 
dream, a hideous nightmare of a madman. Who could imagine an otherwise 
prosaic two family house, with a fresh white paint job, in an otherwise 
quite normal residential neighborhood in northern Detroit, completely 
surrounded by barbed wire? But Jill did not hesitate. She rang the bell. 

With one look over her shoulder, Jill turned and regarded the door. The New 
American Nazi Party, the sign on the door read, neatly printed in old German 
script, but easy to read nonetheless. Nazis! Jill wondered what they had 
been like. She had heard so many stories about the Nazis, the real Nazis, 
German Nazis, Hitler and the Concentration Camps and such. Her childhood had 
been made up of such stories, because her mother had been an unwilling 
captive in one of those grotesque houses of pain. 

"I hope you never see anything like it," her mother had said with a shudder. 
"Horrible!" Every night her mother had lulled her to sleep with such tales, 
tales of horror and depravity. Jill wondered how many were true? 

These men here were certainly nothing like that. They wouldn't tie women 
down and burn them with torches, set fire to their cunts, or jam sharp 
sticks up their cunts. This was America, the New World, the land of 
opportunity. This was not some mad old Country with crazy vampires in 
charge. 

So Jill was not frightened, though she shuddered a little as the door 
opened. The man who opened it was too young to be dangerous. He looked to be 
about seventeen, too young to even grow a beard, let alone tote a whip. 
Though he did appear sharp and immaculate in his military uniform. It was 
khaki and crisply pressed. Jill could not understand the meaning of all the 
insignia and stripes, so she had no idea of the boy's rank. She knew the 
meaning of the swastika, however, that decorated his chest and that hung on 
both of his shoulders. 

"I'm Jill Rose," she said. "The reporter. I have an appointment at 2:30 to 
interview General Koenig." 

The young man's arm snapped into action, moving like a well-oiled but 
slightly bizarre and old-fashioned machine, as he threw his wrist in front 
of his eyes, studying the face of his watch. It was an expensive model, Jill 
noticed, the kind that would still work underwater, falling out of an 
airplane, anywhere. Expensive, that meant this crew had money. Jill made a 
mental note. 

The young soldier smiled, and his smile was as mechanical as his movement 
had been. He's putting it on, Jill thought. He'd rather be out playing 
basketball and drinking beer. 

"2:30," his voice rang out, "Just on time! Perfect! The General is waiting 
for you." His arm snapped back to his side. "Follow me." 

Just before he closed the foor, Jill turned and caught a last look outside, 
past the barbed wire, and at the street, more particularly at a car parked 
on the street. In the car sat her boyfriend Jerry. Silly boy! He hadn't 
trusted her to come alone. "Nazis!" he had said. "They could be dangerous. 
Crazy. They might do anything. Sure, I know you can take care of yourself. 
Just let me come along. I'll wait outside, and if you don't come out in, 
say, a day or two," and with this he laughed, but his laugh was a little bit 
hollow, "Well then, I'll just come in and get you. OK?" 

"OK" she had assented. What else could she say to him, this man who loved 
her so much, who was so kind and considerate and so lovable? And now when 
Jill looked back, and saw his kindly face watching her closely, and with 
love, from the window of the old Ford, her heart beat a little faster, and 
she felt a little safer. 

Not that she thought that what she was doing was in any way dangerous. This 
was not Nazi Germany, just a house in Detroit. 

But the general was not on time... 

A cruel smile spread across the General's face. His hand grasped the belt 
harder, and he pulled it back, feeling the air whistle past his arm. 

"No! No please!" the girl was crying piteously, and that made the General 
smile even more. She was a Jewess, the scum of the earth, a woman of the 
race made to be dominated. Yes, he thought, it was a good thing for Jews, a 
good thing they were around because they provided good practice for the 
master race. 

General Koenig snapped the belt forward in one smooth, well-practiced 
motion. It flashed over her exposed buttocks with the speed of lightning, 
and the girl yelped in exquisite pain. 

Admirable, he thought, admirable the way I did that. So elegant. A beautiful 
ass, he thought, round and juicy, a perfect target. Yes, some of these 
Jewesses are fine animals. 

"Please," she cried, "Please sir, no more. Oh please no more. I'll suck you, 
but please... " Again the whip cracked. The General was merciless. Welts 
appeared of her firm backside, and then as he applied the whip more and more 
the welts turned into open wounds. The blood began to pour out. The 
General's prick stood up straight, at attention, he thought, in his pants. 
He loved to see the girl squirm. 

Her ass pointed straight at him, a most interesting position for all 
concerned. Her head hung down low and her hands were bound tightly together, 
so tightly that they hurt and she was totally unable to move them, no matter 
how hard she tried. Her cunt pressed tightly against the thick wooden saw 
horse around which her thin and lithe bound was unnaturally contorted and 
bound, and with every flick of the whip against her naked buttocks, she 
heaved forward uncontrollably and ground her cunt against the wood of the 
saw horse. Despite herself, despite everything, the girl began to grow 
excited. 

The hard and rough dirty surface of the wood rubbing against her exposed 
cunt, and pressing tightly and repeatedly against her clitoris was doing the 
trick. The lashes hurt-oh, how they hurt-but the hurt was soon mixed with 
pleasure. 

She felt the love juices gather in her cunt. "No," she cried, rather more 
softly now, "No, no, no, no." But what she meant was Yes, yes, yes. The pain 
was now indiscriminately mixed with pleasure. She could not tell where one 
began and the other ended. 

Suddenly an orgasm ripped through her. She had fucked many a man, and with 
tender loving care, or quickly and spontaneously with much heaving and 
shouting, but never had she experienced an orgasm like this one. It shook 
her whole frame and made her shudder like a madwoman. Her screams became 
meaningless shrieks, and she bounced her clitoris against the saw horse, 
driving herself wilder and wilder. 

The General unzipped his fly, and his prick stood out, hard and long and 
like a conqueror's sword. A wicked smile played over his face. She's 
enjoying it, he thought, the Jewess is enjoying it. Let her enjoy this. He 
put the whip aside, and approached the girl with another weapon, just as her 
orgasm was leaving her half dead and unconscious. He spread her ass and felt 
forward for her cunt. He slipped his cock immediately inside, pushing it as 
hard and brutally as he could. 

Wet, he thought, I never felt anything so wet. The blood dripping in puddles 
down her ass mingled with the sweat and male juices of the General's groin 
as he fucked her quickly. 

"Ahhh!" he moaned, as his juices spurted into the girl. 

Upstairs, Jill waited nervously. She had heard that Nazis were always 
punctual, that they regulated their lives entirely by the clock. Where could 
he be? She nervously twined the fingers of one hand around the fingers of 
the .other as her eyes traveled observing the room. 

There was a bookshelf full of heavy tomes. Jill slipped on her glasses, for 
she was quite nearsighted, and read some of the titles, making mental notes. 
This would add color and depth to her inter- view, and the readers would 
appreciate it. 

Lots of the titles were in German and, as is often the case with German 
titles, were very long and full of words that were very long. Jill's German 
was inadequate at best, so these she skipped immediately. Some, though, she 
was able to understand: Mein Kampf was one. Some were in English. Guerrilla 
Warfare. 

An immense picture of Adolf Hitler hung over the fireplace. A gun rack was 
on one wall, and two swords hung high on another. The other wall contained 
an immense map of the United States, and black flags were stuck at various 
points on it. The biggest of these flags was on the city of Detroit. 

"Good afternoon," the words rang out suddenly and brought Jill up with a 
quick start, but they were said so graciously, and in so civilized a tone, 
that she was immediately reassured. He had slipped up quietly-like a soldier 
at war. 

"My name is General Koenig. You must be... " 

"Jill Rose. Reporter for... " 

"Rose? Could that be short for Rosenberg? Rosenthal?" 

"My grandfather's name was Rosenzweig. He changed it to Rose when he opened 
a dress store. He called it Roses. It required fewer neon letters." 

"Oh yes, the Jews. Admirable people, very wise, always with ap eye on the 
dollar! I am pleased to meet you. You are very beautiful." 

Ordinarily Jill would have been offended by someone saying this to her on 
such short acquaintance, but his manners were so old worldly, that it seemed 
quite natural. She knew that Koenig had been born in Milwaukee and that he 
had only been in Germany for two short visits many years ago, but it still 
seemed to fit. She forgot she was in Detroit, and expected to see the Black 
Forest outside. 

"Now what can I do for you?" General Koenig asked her kindly as he settled 
down in the soft chair behind his desk. 

"Well, I'd just like to ask a few questions about your organization. You 
know, my readers are very interested why you would choose to form the Nazi 
party, well, to be blunt, because that is an ideology that has already been 
decisively defeated, in World War Two I mean, and one whose platform most 
right thinking people today disavow as abhorrent?" 

"But do they? But do they my girl?" 

"Don't they?" 

The General's eyes studied the famale form that was seated in front of him, 
mentally undressing her and examining her lush curves, high firm breasts, 
round ass, long legs. He loved her face, so Semitic, with nose slightly 
larger than an Aryans, dark hair falling around a hard and serious face yet 
one, he knew, that would be incredible sexy when caught up in the throes of 
passion. 

He answered her questions dutifully. They were dull questions. He had heard 
their like a thousand times. About what the party aimed for? Did it aim for 
political change through elections? If that were so, why did they train an 
army? Did the party agree with the racial policies of the late Adolf Hitler? 
Yet he was not bored, because she was asking the questions. 

At the conclusion of 45 minutes," when General Koenig knew she was preparing 
to leave, he asked her, "Jill, if you would like to learn more about the 
party, why not stay a little longer? I don't have more time for an 
interview, but you could stay for dinner. Some of the staff will be eating, 
fascinating gentlemen, and afterwards we will be having... a kind of 
celebration. It will be most instructive. I will be there of course. 

Jill considered the offer, but not for long. It was tempting, and would 
certainly make her article more interesting but, truth to tell, a truth 
which she was not admitting to herself, she was scared. He had answered all 
of her questions so directly and honestly that she knew the New Nazis were 
serious-dead serious. She wanted to leave. 

"No? Well, perhaps you will come back and join us another day. Hans! The 
young man who had let her in suddenly appeared. "Show Miss Rose out. Good 
day." 

The two young people left the rdom and General Koenig remained standing. 
"Georg," he called, once they left. Another young man appeared, blonde hair, 
good looking, much like Hans except without the uniform. 

"Georg, I want you to follow that girl and bring her back here." 

CHAPTER TWO 

"What a grisly experience," Jill said. 

"Just as long as you're home safe," said Jerry. His fingers stroked her cunt 
as they lay in bed together, and she moaned. 

"Oh that feels so good. Do it some more." Jerry noticed that Jill was rather 
more excited that usual, really turned on. They had already fucked twice, 
and she was ready, nay anxious, to do it again. She reached over for him. 
"Come on," she said. "Climb on board and stick it in!" 

She grabbed his dick. It was long and hard. How could it be otherwise with 
Jill stroking it and sucking it? 

"Oh yes," she moaned, as she plunged it into her joy hole. "Go to it." Jerry 
began moving it in and out. Her lips sought his, and melted together in a 
feverish kiss. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain. 

"Ouch!" He pulled back from her and reached for his lip. It was dripping 
blood. What kind of deviltry was in this girl tonight? 

"Don't stop," she cried, as Jerry's thrusts temporarily slowed down. "Fuck 
me! Fuck me hard! Hurt me!" What was she thinking about? Why wonder? Jerry 
just plunged away, harder than before. 

But not hard enough, thought Jill, she wanted a pile driver, a steam shovel. 
She wanted a hard brutal fuck, a fuck to drive her crazy! She wanted... 

There was a loud smashing noise. "What's that?" called Jerry, as he paused. 

"Oh don't stop!" cried the girl beneath him. "Fuck me harder." 

"Something's happening. Someone's coming in! Oh!" 

Rough hands grabbed him from the back and wrenched him out of the girl that 
he loved. She cried out in sudden terror, made worse by the sudden horrible 
emptiness in her hungry and insatiable cunt. 

Two men stood over them, looking down with cold and heartless eyes. "What is 
this? Who are you?" demanded Jerry, in his toughest and most aggressive, 
voice as he started to stand up. But no one can appear very tough and 
aggressive when he is stark naked, and when his dick is still wet from a 
woman's hot cunt. Samson knew that. 

The two men were dressed in khaki pants and khaki jackets, no insignia, but 
a sudden thrilling fear shot through Jill as she recognized the intruders 
for what they were-Nazi henchmen. 

"Get out!" said Jerry. One of the men reached out, swung his arm back, and 
slammed it as hard as possible into the side of Jerry's head. Jill was 
horrified. 

"Jerry!" she screeched as he fell to the floor. The arm had been like steel. 
Jerry started to get up, but a jackboot slammed out and caught him in the 
chin. He went down again and blood spurted from his nose and from the 
corners of his mouth. 

"Jerry!" Jill called in terror, but her mouth was immediately muffled by the 
heavy hand of the other young man, and he pushed her back on the bed so she 
could see nothing more, just the ceiling and his evil face. 

Still, she heard the unmistakable sounds of heavy boots kicking soft human 
flesh, and grunts of unbearable pain. She also felt hands travel over her 
body. Oh God, she thought, I'm going to be raped. Rape! What terror it 
aroused in her mind! Her body was going to be violated. 

The man leaned down over her. He was breathing hard and heavily into her 
face, and a big leer spread among his features. At that moment he was the 
most hideous thing Jill had ever seen. His hands grabbed her tits and 
squeezed her hard, leaving her mouth free to scream. 

She screamed, but it did no good. Jerry was unconscious. The man pushed her 
over to the side of the bed, and as her head dangled, she could see Jerry's 
body. It was bent and twisted in an unpleasant angle-an impossible angle, 
she suddenly realized, as wave after wave of horror convulsed her-an 
impossible angle for anyone who was still alive. His neck was bent, broken, 
she suddenly realized. Red welts stood out all over his body. 

The filthy Nazi who had done that foul deed was standing at the foot of the 
bed, staring down at her, while she was being defiled by the hands of the 
other, and he was taking his pants off! 

The other Nazi squeezed her tits so hard that she almost passed out. Her 
tits were so excited by her recent frantic lovemaking that they were highly 
sensitive, immediately responsive to the slightest, gentlest touch of a 
man's hand, or lips, or tongue. Her nipples were hard and her breasts were 
red-suffused with blood to make them sensitive and aware of the slightest 
pressure. 

Now they were being squeezed as though they were melons. It was torture. 

"Oh stop. Please stop," she moaned. 

A slap seemed to rip across her face, and she felt pain as she had never 
felt before. The slap was repeated and repeated again, and by the time the 
hand had finished its cruel work, Jill was weeping with uncontrollable 
passion, sob after sob coming from her small, luscious body. 

Her big tits heaved up and down with the passion of those sobs, and her thin 
little belly quivered. Suddenly she started, with a pain the like of which 
she had never felt. The pain was so horrible and so all-encompassing, that 
at first she could not tell what part of her body it was located. It seemed 
to be destroying all of her at once, as though she could not possibly live 
another instant past that moment of excruciating pain. 

But-for better or worse-she still lived and, what was certainly worse, the 
pain was immediately repeated. She shrieked and hollered and struggled, 
looked up through her eyes that were clogged with tears and blood, and saw 
the naked Nazi standing over her, his legs spread wide, smiling, smiling 
smiling. His mouth seemed to fill her whole world. All she could feel was 
pain, and all she could see was his teeth. 

But Jill knew that it was not the teeth that were torturing her. It was the 
whip in his hand. Then she suddenly knew what was happening to her body. He 
was whipping her cunt! 

He moved the whip back through space. It was a relatively small whip, as it 
would have to be to be operative in this small bedroom, but it was deadly 
nonetheless. It snapped forward. Jill seemed to see the whip moved in slow 
motion, its black leather length slowly reaching out, aiming precisely, and 
flicking lightly, yet with indescribable pain, right against her clitoris. 

Jill shrieked, and well she might because, sensitive as were her nipples, a 
thousand times more sensitive was her clitoris, that ultimate seat of all 
feminine pleasures. And now it was being ravaged! 

Jill passed into darkness. Everything seemed to float aimlessly in front of 
her. She saw huge monstrous cocks with eyes and teeth that gradually changed 
into dragons, then into horses, then into dogs, and suddenly she felt good. 
Jill felt real good. Of course it was all a dream, but she felt better than 
she thought she would ever feel again. Better than she had ever felt before. 

Jill opened her eyes and saw blonde hair. It was bobbing up down in front of 
her eyes. It was the hair of the young Nazi who had removed his clothes, and 
it was bounding in front of her eyes because he was fucking her. God but it 
felt good! 

This was what she had needed all along, a huge rock-hard cock plunging in 
and out of her like a machine, a machine that would go on forever. It was 
like a dream, and she would never have to wake up. Everything was forgotten, 
not just the recent past, but all of the past, and not just the past, but 
even the idea that there was such a thing as a past. There was nothing but 
the present, and the present was nothing but an immense strong cock that was 
traveling throughout her entire body and rocking her apart, driving her 
wild. 

Jill closed her eyes and just felt the cock plunge in and out of her cunt, 
in and out, in and out, oh so good! Then she felt a sharp pain-teeth, biting 
her nipple, bearing down on her tit, grinding it and biting her nipple. 
Biting it, she thought, hard enough to bite it off. 

That did it! An orgasm-the third of the night, ripped through her. It was 
the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Her body heaved up and down. She 
had not thought of controlling herself, even though she was fucking a Nazi, 
the man who had killed Jerry. 

She thought of nothing. She just experienced pleasure, and when Jill opened 
her eyes the man was gone. She stared up at the ceiling. 

"On your feet!" was the command that she heard. It didn't make sense. The 
words floated by her as though they were meaningless sounds. "On your feet!" 
It was repeated again, but more harshly. This time she understood what the 
words meant, but she doubted whether she could stand up on her feet. Her 
body and soul had just taken too many shocks in too quick a time. And her 
cunt still glowed, felt like an independent being with more of a life than 
the rest of her put together. How could she command such a body to stand up 
on its feet? 

"On your feet, bitch! Move!" She heard a whip, and felt it arching over her 
flesh and laying down quickly, and with much intense pain, across her 
stomach. It left a red bloody welt, but it did its job. Jill suddenly found 
herself on her feet. 

The Nazis were both clothed, standing next to each other and staring at her. 
She looked down and saw Jerry's body, where they had left it, sprawled in an 
ugly mass on the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried out Jerry, 
and bent down to him. 

"Jerry," she moaned piteously, and reached tenderly for his head. "Get up, 
bitch." 

She didn't hear. A jackboot, cruel and hard, made of polished leather, 
struck out savagely and caught the poor, crying girl under the chin. Her 
head felt like it was going to roll off her body. She was too stunned to 
react. 

Again the foot jutted out, and kicked her this time in the belly, her soft 
woman's belly. It left a red mark, that quickly turned to shades of bruised 
purple and blue. It knocked the breath out of her, so that Jill collapsed on 
the floor next to the dead body of her former lover. 

Mixed with the pain she felt an onslaught of sudden pleasure. Her cunt 
tingled. It required immediate relief. She saw two pairs of boots standing 
over her, and she reached out to them. 

"Please," she said, "Please." But she could say no more. Words were no 
longer at her command. Her hands traveled up the first pair of male legs 
that they encountered, legs that remained straight and proud, as if standing 
at attention. 

"The bitch wants more. What a creature!" 

"Ja! What shall we do?" 

"Wait. Let's see how degenerate she really is." 

He bent over Jerry's dead body and arranged the head to lay in a more 
comfortable appearing angle. He straightened the limbs, and made the body as 
presentable as it was possible. Which was not very presentable. Then he bent 
over Jill and whispered in her ear. 

"Come here, Liebchin. Here is what you want. See it? A cock?" He directed 
Jill's attention to Jerry's dead cock, as dead as the rest of his body. It 
lay heavily to one side of his crotch, already looking a trifle decayed, 
perhaps from the rough use this same girl had just recently given it. 

Jill was so far gone, so lost in a world of crazy pleasures, that she forgot 
about Jerry, forgot about death, forgot that death was possible, and saw 
only a man's cock. Ignoring the pain left from the jackboot, the pain that 
ripped through her body whenever she moved, she quickly crawled over to the 
cock and, without a word or a wasted motion, put it inside her mouth. 

It tasted so good. She wanted it to taste good, expected it to taste good. 
She did not notice that it was already a little bit cold. Her lips and 
tongue went to work as was their want. Jill was good at oral sex. It was 
something she very much enjoyed. Her mouth traveled repeatedly and quickly 
over the length of Jerry's cock, and her hands followed, trying to stir it 
into life. She did this for a while before noticing that her efforts were 
failing totally to have any results. 

The two Nazis looked down in wonder. Georg noticed how good she was, how 
fine her thick lips sucked, her beautiful thick Semitic lips, and he 
realized how good they would feel if they were sucking his cock, instead of 
that dead cock that would never feel anything again. He felt his own dick 
rise. 

Hermann felt only disgust. Oral sex! Bah! A filthy habit, fit only for Jews 
and for dogs. Look at her! An animal. They're all animals, these Jews, these 
women. 

It wouldn't get hard! Amazing! Jill was doing her best, and it wouldn't get 
hard! She looked up, looked around, saw Jerry's face, and then the truth hit 
her. It would never get hard again! Jill broke out into copious and 
unrestrained tears. 

"Come on, let's go," said Hermann. 

"Wait a minute," said Georg. He unzipped his pants. Hermann watched him with 
surprised contempt. Was this possible! Georg? 

Georg approached the girl, his limp cock hanging obscenely out of his pants. 
He stood in front of her, his organ inches in front of her face. Again it 
was growing hard, and ever harder as he felt her breath against it. 

"You want to suck cock, bitch? You like cock?" Georg growled out in a voice 
that was low, husky, and insistent. "Well, here's cock. Here's all the cock 
you want. Suck on this, bitch!" 

He shook his cock inches in front of Jill's face. Jill looked at it with 
horror and then, as she realized who he was, with loathing. Nazi cock! 
Killer cock! The thought of taking it in her mouth was repulsive. She 
suddenly felt a queasy feeling in her stomach, as though she were about to 
throw up. She moved her head away from him. "Suck it!" Georg screamed, and 
his hand came down, brutally slapping her. "You heard me! Suck it!" By now 
his dick was hard and immense, standing in front of her like a pole, mere 
fractions of an inch from her face. One of his hands grabbed the back of 
Jills head and tried to force her to take it into her mouth. 

She squeezed away. "Suck it!" he said. "You like to suck it. I saw you suck 
it." He grabbed her head and forced her brutally against him, shoving his 
cock ruthlessly between her lips. Despite themselves, her soft thick lips 
opened, and made an excellent pathway for his immense cock. He shoved it in 
as hard as he could, violating her mouth with his gigantic tool. 

It was too much for Jill. She felt sick and gagged. All the come which she 
had swallowed that night began to come up, oozing out of her mouth all 
around his cock. Jill felt that she was going to choke, that she was going 
to die. But it felt great to Georg. All the fluids, soft and sticky and warm 
as they were, coming up made his cock feel even better as it was buried 
deeply in her throat, so he just banged away, shoving it in and out, fucking 
her brutally in her mouth. 

Jill felt a curious tingling between her legs. It wasn't possible, but again 
it was happening. Sucking this man off was turning her on. The brutality of 
it all was turning her on. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and suddenly 
all pain all past, all emotion was forgotten, and all she felt was sexual 
bliss. She began to suck with real vigor. Squeezing his cock between her 
sensuous lips with as much force as she could muster. She tickled its tip 
with her quick moving tongue and, when he came, she eagerly swallowed all of 
his come. 

Then Jill lay back with an expression of bliss on her face. 

"Come on," said Hermann. "Throw something over her and let's get out of 
here." 

CHAPTER THREE 

When Jill opened her eyes she saw nothing but darkness. So she closed them 
again. With her eyes closed she actually saw more than with them open, 
because with eyes closed she at least saw whirling circles and spots, the 
results of the rough beating and torments she had received the night before. 

Her head ached incredibly, and her whole body was pained, sore, and 
tortured. When she moved, she groaned with pain. She tried to sit up, and 
found that her head spun too much for even that simple tast to be possible. 
She collapsed back on her bed. 

Bed was the wrong word for what she was laying on. As she lay there and 
experienced it, it seemed like cold stone. Certainly it was as hard as 
stone. Wood perhaps. She moved her leg a little. Yes, wood. Her leg picked 
up wooden splinters very easily from her so-called bed. 

As Jill stared into the darkness she gradually discerned some faint light. 
As her eyes became used to the gloom, she found that she could see the hint 
of a door, from the little line of light that was just barely visible 
underneath it. 

She wondered where she was and what would be done with her. 

How long she lay there she knew not. Time has no meaning in such an 
environment, where the senses are totally deprived. It could have been hours 
or days. There was a pain in her stomach that must have been hunger. It grew 
unbearable but then she forgot about it. It became just another pain, one of 
many. Jill ceased to wonder where she was or what was going to happen. She 
just lay there senselessly. 

Then the door opened and an amazing amount of light rushed into the room, 
more light, it seemed, then she she had ever seen before, more light than 
she knew existed. It blinded her even more than before, and far more 
painfully. Truly, it was as if a whip had just lashed its way across her 
eyes, destroying her sight forever. 

She drew back in fright and pain and raised one arm over her eyes as an 
ineffectual shield. 

Harsh laughter filled her prison. It seemed to bounce off all the walls and 
surround her as if it were a physical presence, some kind of animal. She 
could not tell who was laughing, or how many, or even if the laughter were 
produced by human beings. It sounded like laughter out of hell. It was 
laughter without humor, without mirth, just cold, hard, mocking laughter, 
the cruellest kind of laughter. 

It made her prison seem worse, like a little bit of hell. Her skin crawled. 
Jill tried to disappear. 

Hands grabbed her arms, and Jill found herself wrenched to her feet. It was 
too much for her. As soon as the hands let go, she fell to the ground. 

Again they lifted her, and this time her eyes were more used to the light so 
she was able to make out who it was. One of the men she had never seen. He 
was a dour faced man in a Nazi uniform which was creased and slovenly. It 
looked far worse then she imagined a proud Nazi would dress. Immediately she 
typed him as an underling. A guard. A prison warder. 

The other man was the handsome young blonde, the perfect Aryan, who had 
opened the door for her the first time she visited. 

"Good evening, my dear," he said in a mocking tone. "Or is it morning? What 
is it Max? Morning or evening?" 

"Afternoon, for all the difference it makes." His laughter sounded like 
sandpaper on metal, or like a rasp. 

"You look poorly, my dear. Are you hungry." Jill tried to speak, but her 
throat was too dry. 

Her tired legs quivered beneath her. 

"Yes, you must be. Eat this." 

He dropped his pants. Cock, she thought, more cock. But he turned around. 
The guard forced her down onto the ground, onto her knees. The cold floor 
was painful, but she felt a warm feeling begin to glow between her legs. 
God, she thought, what kind of animal am I becoming? Is sucking to be my 
sole reason for existence? But her thoughts were extinguished by the sight 
of the young man's cock. 

Suddenly he turned around and she no longer saw his cock. She wanted to see 
it, but it was gone. She saw instead, his ass. He edged it closer to her 
face. Jill could smell it, smell the unmistakable odor of shit. It revolted 
her. No, she thought, cock I'm ready for, cock I want. But she had never 
even sucked or eaten Jerry's ass! Jerry! It was the f irt time she had 
thought of the name in-how long? Hours or days or longer? 

She struggled away. The guard held her tighter, and there was a certain 
exultation in his voice when he cried, "She struggles! She's a fighter! We 
know how to deal with fighters!" 

He slapped her, and Jill fell to the ground. Her cunt still ached, and the 
unbearably warm sensations which that tender part of her anatomy was sending 
throughout her whole body brought on immediate tears. They coursed down her 
face and shook her whole body in convulsions of grief and emotion. 

The guard pulled her up. The ass still hovered inches from her. Jill burst 
into renewed weeping. 

The hand slapped her again, and she lay collapsed on the floor. 

Jill looked up and saw the young man above her, pulling up his pants and 
hooking them shut. But he did not tighten his belly. He took it off. 

"So, my dear, you are recalcitrant. Well, we know what to do about that. 
Make her ready, while I get my arm in shape." 

The guard lifted Jill into the air. Her naked tits bounced this way and that 
as he carried her across the room to an object which, in the dark, she had 
never noticed before. It was a curious structure designed for some as yet 
unknown purpose-unknown to her. 

It consisted of two wooden bars, one low down near the ground, the other 
suspended about four feet in the air, attached with a complicated series of 
ropes and pulleys, which reached up to the ceiling. 

First he looped a little rope underneath her belly and attached it somewhat 
like a belt. When the guard let go of Jill she was grateful for this, 
because when she slumped forward the rope kept her from hitting the ground. 
He then spread her arms apart-far apart-and tied them down to the higher 
bar. He tied them very tightly, uncomfortably. Her legs he spread equally 
apart and tied to the bottom bar. She was left hanging there awkwardly, 
painfully. 

Then the guard started cranking the pulleys, and what had been merely 
grotesque and painful suddenly became grotesquely painful, as Jill felt her 
body pulled this way and that way, tighter and tighter. The rope around her 
belly pulled tighter, and started rising in the air, carrying that part of 
her torso with it. It cut deeply into the skin of her belly and chafed it 
tortuously, even causing blood to flow. The bar to which her hands were 
attached sank more and more to the ground, carrying the fore part of her 
body along with it, while the bar to which her feet were tied moved back, so 
that Jill felt herself stretched and ready, she thought, to be skewered. 

Her ass was now the highest part of her anatomy, sticking out most 
invitingly in the air. 

"Very good. Very good indeed," said Hans, the young man with the belt. His 
blonde hair bobbed in front of his eyes, as he swept it back gallantly. With 
a practiced wrist he sent the belt flying. It hit the wall at the precise 
spot at which it was aimed, and sent paint and plaster flying. 

Jill shuddered. She could not see the belt, but she heard it. It whistled 
and produced a high pitched shrill sound that chilled her. Oh my God, she 
thought, what is going to happen to me now? 

The belt whistled through the air and Jill felt its hot length snap 
viciously against the distended and tender cheeks of her buttocks. Sweat 
immediately burst out in hot globules upon her face. Again the belt cracked 
forward and again she felt that same excruciating pain. Her whole body 
shuddered and tried to tear itself loose from its cruel imprisonment, but 
all Jill accomplished by moving was to make the knots tighter and more 
painful. 

For a third time the belt lashed across her backside. The welts were now red 
and wide and pouring blood profusely out. Tears coursed down Jill's face and 
fell onto the cold ground, and sobs wracked her tortured frame. 

"Stop," she moaned, "Please stop... " But her moans could not even be heard 
over the stinging slap of the belt as it flew repeatedly through the air, 
raining down blow after brutal blow on the buttocks of the young girl. 

Hans got a good deal of pleasure out of this exercise. He felt his muscles 
tingle throughout his whole body with the effort of flogging the girl's 
buttocks. The guard just watched coldly, his face a mask giving no clue to 
his real feelings. 

For some moments Jill hung there without moving. She no longer felt the belt 
against her buttocks and no longer heard its high pitched whine as it 
traveled through the air. But it took her some seconds to realize this, as 
the pain still coursed unabated through her ass cheeks, and from them, 
through her nerves, to the pain centers throughout her whole body. 

Jill tried to turn around and see what was happening, but her neck ached and 
she could not. The position into which she was tied permitted her no free 
movements whatsoever. 

As she waited Jill felt that curious warm sensation begin to grow in her 
cunt. It seemed to come from deep inside of her, someplace that she had 
never been aware of. Her cunt seemed to itch, to need treatment, to need 
something. Jill forgot about how much the pain hurt, and she was only aware 
of how excited it made her feel. 

Suddenly there was a splash, and something hot and wet spread all over her 
buttocks. The heat was painful enough, but it was followed by a pain that 
was far worse, a pain that was stinging her furiously, digging its way into 
the grooves left by the belt marks, into the deep and bloody grooves, 
filling them with renewed and even more bitter pain. 

Salt water! Hot salt water! The pain was almost unbearable. Jill twisted all 
around, trying to free herself even though she knew that was impossible. She 
had no choice. The indescribable pain forced her to move, to try to escape 
it. 

Hans stood back and smiled lewdly at his handiwork. "Ja!" he said. "That's 
much better. That will make the wounds heal much more quickly! Much more 
quickly! We want you looking good, my dear. We want you to be presentable. 
We have a special guest for you to entertain!" 

Renewed peels of harsh laughter followed. Then Jill heard the door slam shut 
with a harsh bang and she was left again in darkness. 

Still the warmth spread through her genitals and coursed gradually through 
her body. Jill felt a passion grow in her that she had never felt before, a 
forbidden lust. Her cunt itched almost unbearably. She forgot all about the 
pain that was still stinging her buttocks and thought only of the feeling in 
her cunt. 

She wanted to reach up with her hands, fondle herself, touch herself. She 
wanted there to be something inside of her. But she could not move, and 
there was no one there. 

Alone in the dark, Jill suffered as she never had before. She could see 
nothing and could hear nothing and could not move, her body tied into an 
awkward and painful position, while feelings of unsatisfied lust raced 
through her body. For how many hours she was like this, Jill knew not. 
Perhaps she passed out. Perhaps she dreamed. 

The door opened. "Here she is," she heard a voice say, whose voice she did 
not know. It was a unfamiliar voice, and that disappointed her. She was 
hoping it would be Hans again. His blonde hair, his Teutonic good looks, his 
cruel military bearing had excited her. Jill had hours to think about him, 
and about the belt which had tormented her buttocks. And, curiously, her 
desire for him had grown until it filled all of her consciousness. 

This new voice was strange and unfamiliar, and it was followed by other 
voices. 

"Delightful. Most extraordinary!" This was an old man's voice, soft yet full 
of power. He must have been a commander of some sort, an old soldier, no 
doubt, one who was used to giving orders, and was used to having his orders 
obeyed. All this Jill could tell from his voice, and from the way the voices 
of the others deferred to him. 

"Ja, Mein Herr," said a third voice, a small thin voice that was obviously 
that of a flunky, but a cruel flunky. This voice had a bite to it, a high 
pitched whine that was evidence of cruelty and sadism. The voice itself was 
unpleasant to listen to, sadistic in itself. Listening to it for very long 
would be a form of torture, Jill considered. 

"Shall I take her down?" asked the first voice. 

Oh please, please, Jill thought, please take me down. All of her limbs ached 
and her sockets seemed sore, as though they were about to be torn apart. But 
Jill did not want to voice her thoughts aloud, for fear of what the 
punishment would be. 

"No," the commander said. "I want to examine her first, just as she is now. 
Oh, what a lovely sight! What a delectable morsel! Sweet flesh... " Jill 
felt pressure on her buttocks, and winced involuntarily. His hand was 
stroking her there, stroking the marks left by the belt, the red bloody 
marks that had been filled in with the salt. His hand felt creased and old, 
and his fingers were long, long and experienced. As they traced deeply into 
the wounds, almost like surgeons fingers, but with the surgeon's attempt to 
cure. These fingers seemed to want to reopen the wounds, to make them hurt 
once more. 

She felt a sudden sharp slap on her buttocks and heard the sound bounce 
around the room like a soccer ball. He had slapped her loudly and hard and 
the slap brought much pain. Jill was unable to keep from crying out! 

"Ahhh!" 

"So my girl has a voice!" The commandant said. "A sweet voice too." He 
walked around her. Looking down, as she was, onto the floor, all she could 
see was his boots. They were of black leather and were shined to an 
exquisite polish. 

"Let me see your face," the old man's voice said, not without a trace of 
obviously feigned kindness. 

He bent down and cupped Jill's chin in his hand. The fingers, though long 
and delicate, were wrinkled. She knew immediately that she was dealing with 
a man of culture and distinction, possibly even of nobility, but of 
incredible cruelty as well, cruelty that could be almost inhuman. 

His fingers gripped her chin hard, very tightly, and wrenched it upwards, 
pulling her whole head up. This brought tremendous pain shooting through her 
chin, face, neck, and shoulders. None of these muscles had moved in hours, 
and now they were forced to contort unnaturally. It was torture. 

Jill found herself staring into the face of an old Nazi. Immediately she 
knew that this man was nothing like General Koenig, an American, with but 
slight connections, and those mainly emotional and ideological, with the old 
Germany of Nazism and the Third Reich. This man, she instinctively realized, 
had been there. He was an original. She could tell from his hard steely grey 
eyes that seemed to saw right through her with their gaze, which was as 
tough and direct as laser beams. 

"Ja," he growled, and his voice struck her like a whip. "Ja, I think she 
will do." 

He let her face drop, and stepped back. 

"Release her!" he ordered. 

Hands went to work, quickly. Jill could not see them, but the bonds were 
suddenly loosened, and she quickly found herself lying in an uncomfortable 
heap on the cold floor. Her skin was crawling with goosebumps as the cold 
from the floor percolated upwards, into her. Jill could not move. Her limbs 
and muscles were too stiff, too tight. They felt dead. She looked at her 
wrists and then at her ankles. The tight knots had left deep cuts that had 
dried and caked in heavy scabs. These scabs had broken when she was untied, 
so the blood now dripped onto the clod floor. 

Jill shivered. She was too exhausted to move. She saw jackboots in front of 
her eyes, moving all around her as the men examined her prostrate form. 

Then rough hands grabbed her and wrenched her around. The pain was 
excruciating as she felt her stiff limbs thrust apart and aside. Jill was 
thrown onto her back, and her legs and her arms were spread apart. She found 
herself staring straight up at the ceiling. Suddenly a light on the ceiling 
was turned on. She had never seen it before. It was a naked light bulb that 
descended at the end of a cord from the ceiling, and it swayed with the 
momentum from the pull that had turned it on, and its bright light blinded 
her and made it impossible to look up. Jill turned her head to the side. 

"Don't squirm,".ordered one of the flunkies. "Don't squirm, bitch," he 
repeated, and with his command he kicked her in the side. She scarcely felt 
his boot. It was a light kick and, besides, Jill was feeling too much other 
pain. Her head was throb-bing dully. 

"Ja, that's good," the Commandant commented. "Now I can see her. A fine 
specimen. She will be excellent for our experiments. Most excellent. Has the 
Doctor seen this one yet?" 

"No not yet. The doctor's not here. He is... " 

"Where?" 

"At the... " 

"Have no fear of speaking in front of the woman." 

"At the training camp." 

"Good. Then we will bring her there, later. But now, she is injured. Bring 
her upstairs. See that she is treated. She is really too lovely to be left 
in a pig sty like this. Really, this is wrong." 

Jill lifted her head from the floor as much as she could, and watched as the 
Commandants' boots carried him out of the small cell. She felt a sudden 
sharp thrill in her cunt. Maybe it was his military bearing that had done 
this to her, made her excited. Why was her body acting like this? Why was it 
responding sexually to this bizarre and sadistic behaviour? All the men she 
had known had always treated her gently and with love and consideration. 
Jerry! The thought burned suddenly through her mind and set off a spasm of 
tears. They rocked her body and almost seemed to burst it apart. Jill was 
suddenly full of hatred and indignation. She hated all these Nazis. She 
wanted to escape. More, she wanted to kill them all. Maybe she could-if not 
all, then at least some of them, tear them apart with her nails and with her 
hands, hammer them into senselessness. 

Jill jumped to her feet. She was suddenly full of more energy and physical 
force than she would have expected. Seconds ago she doubted whether she 
would ever be able to stand again, and now she sud- denly felt crazed and 
powerful, more powerful then she had ever felt, and capable of monstrous 
acts of physical courage and fortitude. 

The two guards stepped back in amazement, and Jill's hot and tear-filled 
eyes drilled past them. She felt herself fill of some of the same spirit 
that she had detected in the Commandant. She saw these two sad Nazis, 
flunkies both, typical Nazis, she thought, capable of obeying orders like 
animals, capable of nothing else, good for nothing else, mindless machines 
of terror and death. Oh, why had she been curious about the Nazis? What had 
she wanted know about their psychology, about the make-up of their minds? 
Now she knew it all and what good did it do her? It just made her one of 
them, a madwoman capable only of hate and of handing out pain and death. 

They were sad, weak mean and they retreated from her in amazement. Jill 
leaped at them. She opened her mouth wide and emitted a blood curdling cry 
as her claws ripped the face of the man closest to her. 

"Damn," he cried, as the blood flowed down his face, "What a devil!" 

She leaped on the other man, and slapped him hard. His face turned with the 
blow, and he reached out to grab her wrists, but Jill was too quick for him. 
Her fury had given her new-round strength. She slapped him again, and the 
force of her blow drew blood, and made his face red and stinging with the 
burn. 

The first man got behind her and tried to pin her arms to her side, but she 
struggled like a tigress and managed to claw his face again. Her long nails 
ripped the skin below his eye, and through his nose. The blood poured down 
his face and bits of skin hung loosely, ready to fall off. Blood ran into 
his eye and made him hold her even tighter. This gave the other man time and 
the opportunity to step in. He reached out with a heavy fist and rammed it 
as hard as he could into Jill's pretty face. 

That, finally, stopped her. She cried out in pain as she felt her skin 
bruised and her bones bashed. Her whole head seemed to ring, as though 
something inside of it, something vital and delicate, had been smashed and 
destroyed forever. 

He punched her again, not because he had to but because he wanted to. There 
was something very satisfying in punishing this girl, this girl who had 
attacked them like a demoness, like a bride of the devil. 

As she remained pinioned in the Nazi's arms, crying and in pain, that same 
tension flared up between her legs, that same unbearable sexual passion. 

This time she could not fight it. She did not want to fight it. For hours 
she had been alone with no one there, alone to contend with the fiery desire 
of her cunt, unable even to provoke her own satisfaction by masturbation. 
And now suddenly she was in the rough hands of a man. 

His hands held her tightly, squeezing her against him. One of his hands was 
pressed brutally against her naked breasts, and the other was wrapped around 
the lower part of her body, only inches above her pud, above her clit. Jill 
felt her nipples stiffen, and the man's fingers suddenly clutched them. Jill 
felt the juices churn around inside of her cunt, the juices of lust, the 
oils of ecstasy. She moved against him, hoping to excite him with her body. 
More than anything Jill was hoping for cock. She wanted a hard stiff cock 
shoved up inside her, and she wanted it now, as quickly as possible, as hard 
as possible, like a weapon, a sword. Big and stiff and filling her to 
exploding, smashing her apart. 

His hands tightened on one of her tits and squeezed it very hard. It hurt. 
He was squeezing it so hard that it was painful, his fingers tightening 
around her sensitive nipple, twisting it, almost twisting it off. 

"She likes it," the man observed to his companion. 

"Come on," the other one said coldly. "He told us to bring her upstairs." 

"Look at this! She likes it! Do you like? You do, don't you? do you want me 
to squeeze it harder?" 

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "I want to feel your hard prick inside of 
me, fucking me and driving me wild." 

"Come on," said the other one, but without much hope that his companion 
would listen. 

"We'll get her upstairs; let's give her a little workout first." His fingers 
continued to twist her nipples, working on both of them now. There was no 
longer any need to force her to remain against him. Her cunt, all hot and 
lustful, was doing all that was necessary to persuade Jill to stay in that 
location. This freed both of the young Nazi's hands to fondle and torment 
the girls nipples. They were stiff and hard and they responded instantly to 
the rough treatment from his fingers. 

"Why don't you join in, Fritz?" he urged of his companion. "See what you can 
put inside of her." 

"Cock," Jill said, oblivious to anything else in the world. But cock was not 
what Fritz reached for. Jill shuddered when she saw him removing a long 
object from a rack against the wall. It seemed like a kind of a weapon, some 
medieval device for beating criminals perhaps. It had a long handle that was 
smooth and about as thick around as a baseball bat, and at one end it 
mushroomed out into a ball, and the ball was spiked. 

Jill screamed. "No! No!" she cried. "Please! Not that! Please! Anything but 
that!" 

But her screams were no use. It was clear that these men had their own 
intentions, and knew exactly what they were going to do with her poor, 
ravaged body. Her entreaties were totally useless. They just fanned the men 
on, urged them on in their resolve. 

Jill tried to fight her way free of the young Nazi who was holding her, but 
he just squeezed her nipples so hard that she was sure they were going to 
fall off. He twisted them round and round and round as if they were dials on 
some machine, and the more he twisted them the more Jill screamed. 

But she was still turned on. Even as Jill screamed in mortal terror, she 
felt the sex juices flowing in her cunt, lubricating the passageway, flowing 
lasciviously down her legs. It was obvious to them all that she was 
incredibly worked up, and that she was prepared momentarily to rip into one 
immense orgasm. Her body was shuddering and shaking, and she was no longer 
trying to escape. She was just twisting and spinning in an orgy of fear and 
lust. 

Fritz grasped the tool firmly in his hand and approached the wailing girl. 
He aimed the handle at her, the part that was more like a baseball bat. The 
Nazi who was holding .her, one arm now wrapped around her neck, the other 
over her tits and grabbing part of her upper waist, jabbed a knee between 
her legs, making her spread them wide. Her red gaping cunt, so wet and full 
of juices, the clitoris prominently displayed, made an easy target. 

Fritz jammed the tool right in. With a gasp, Jill felt the hard piece of 
metal rip into her cunt. Her cunt opened easily to take it in, but it was so 
big, and so hard, and so rough, that it hurt with excruciating pain, and she 
screamed with terror. She thought that it was going to tear her apart. 

It was an old tool, hundreds of years old if not older, from some forgotten 
civilization of lustful perverts, and it was full of chips, rough spots, and 
slivers. Shards and bits of metal were rubbed off the tool and stuck into 
her cunt, burning and causing the delicate inner walls to bleed. 

Jill felt all of her moist inner parts being torn and ripped and she cried. 

Fritz worked it in and out and watched as Jill began to respond. She began 
to move her hips in unison with the motion of the tool, as pleasure mingled 
with pain and spread throughout her body. Jill closed her eyes and just felt 
the sensations. 

Then the tool was removed. Jill gasped. Her cunt was suddenly empty. The 
young Nazi pulled down his zipper. Jill heard the sound and opened her eyes 
just in time to see him remove his enormous cock from his pants. It was 
already stiff, and its purple tip glistened. He stood up close to her, so 
close that his prick seemed almost as big as the tool. And it looked much 
more inviting than the spiked end of the weapon-ever so much more inviting. 

He grasped it in his hand and held it out to her. Jill bent down and took 
the large member excitedly into her mouth. It tasted great, hot and moist, 
so firm and long that it filled up all of her mouth. She began to suck on it 
greedily, surrounding it with all of her mouth. Her lips played around the 
head of the cock, and squeezed it. As Jill worked on it, she could feel the 
cock grow even bigger and harder, until it seemed as if it wanted to explode 
out of her mouth, and rip her whole head apart. 

But it was so good, so good to get a cock, finally after so much time 
without. How much time it was she didn't know, but with all the excitement 
it could have been forever. 

The Nazi enjoyed the workout she was giving him, but he said nothing. No 
sound of pleasure escaped his slightly parted lips. To him this was part of 
his military duty. An enjoyable part, it was true, but nothing to trifle 
with, nothing to lose his dignity over. Discipline remains necessary at all 
times. 

Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his cock, then she swallowed 
it, then she let it out of her mouth again and tongued it repeatedly, her 
little pink tongue flickering out and washing the tip and the sides of his 
cock. Then Jill started sucking on it seriously and with passion. She was 
suddenly determined to feel this man come in her mouth. 

As she sucked on him the fire in her loins grew hotter, and wave after wave 
of lust convulsed her, almost causing her to fall over onto the floor. But 
the power and attraction of the Nazi's dick kept her up and kept her 
sucking. Her cunt glowed with passion and unconsumed desire. She knew that 
she had to have a real prick, a real he-man's prick inside of her soon, or 
she would surely die. 

Her mouth worked quicker and quicker, as she drove herself up and down on 
his cock, sucking and licking and working her tongue all along the monstrous 
length of the young soldier's shaft. Her hand caressed his balls while she 
sucked him off, squeezing and playing with them as roughly as she felt she 
could, without actually hurting him. She knew this was a rough customer, and 
he would like it that way. 

She loved the taste of his cock. It had a peculiar richness, an odor which 
she had never yet encountered. It was very manly, a kind of animal musk, and 
it was driving her wild. She licked him as much as she could, trying to get 
everything that was part of this man inside her throat and inside her body. 

Suddenly his cock began to jump around even more than before and it seemed 
to stiffen in one final jolt that Jill knew meant that he was about to shoot 
a heavy load of hot sperm deep inside her mouth. She sucked even harder, 
twirling her tongue all around the most sensitive parts of his cock, wanting 
it to be good for him. His sperm shot out in a hot mass, like a rocket 
shooting into her mouth. It almost knocked her over onto the floor, but Jill 
bravely hung on, swallowing glob after glob of the heavy discharge of male 
essence, getting it all over her thick lips and her cheeks, as the come shot 
out past her, landing on her face, on her chin, her chest, her heavy 
pendulous breasts. Still she kept sucking and swallowing, going after as 
much of it as she could get. Jill felt the hot fluid slide down her throat 
and fill up her belly. She felt all warm and wonderful inside. 

Her cunt erupted as soon as the come began filling her up. It felt as if 
there was actually a huge dick inside of her as well as in her mouth. The 
orgasm ripped through Jill like some kind of army on the march, conquering 
all in its path. Chills ran up from her cunt until they were throughout her 
whole body. Her body quivered and shook and her head spun madly. 

Still she kept sucking, as the last bit of sperm flew out of the soldier's 
cock. She kept milking it out, sucking his cock lovingly, feeling the fire 
within her and feeling the cock within her mouth. 

She sat back down, satisfied. 

"Changed your mind, huh, Fritz?" the young soldier chided his companion. 
Jill looked up and saw that Fritz had dropped his pants, though he still 
wore his military shirt, and still wore his boots. His dick was in his hand 
and it was hard and stiff. He was bringing it her way. 

"Here, let's do this right," said the young soldier. 

He grabbed Jill roughly by her shoulders and started dragging her across the 
room. Jill tried to stand up to go with him, she would have done whatever he 
asked, but he was pulling her too quickly and too roughly. She slipped and 
he dragged her back to the ropes. 

"Oh no," she moaned, "please don't tie me up. I'll do whatever you want, 
only please don't tie me up." 

He said nothing, but merely pulled down some of the ropes. 

"Please. I was tied for so long. I'll do anything you want." 

"Yes, but what I want is to tie you up." He was already knotting one of the 
ropes about her ankle. The second ankle followed, and while Jill lay on the 
floor moaning softly and piteously, trying vainly to arouse his pity, the 
young Nazi soldier went to the pulleys. 

His companion was standing on the other side of the room, slowly jerking his 
own cock while he watched this scene attentively. It excited him greatly to 
see the young girl's delicate, sexy ankles bound with the coarse and bloody 
rope. 

The pulley creaked into action, but did its job well. The ropes were pulled 
higher into the air, and then Jill felt them pulling on her legs. The Nazi 
cranked more and more, and Jill felt her feet lifted off the cold floor. She 
realized that she was going to be suspended upside down, for how long she 
knew not, and pleaded again for mercy. 

"Don't do this. Please. I'll do anything else you want. Suck you off, both 
of you. Fuck you. You can fuck me in the ass! Oh I'll make it good, I'll 
make it good for you, but no! No! No!" 

Her screams grew louder as she felt her legs lifted higher and higher in the 
air. Soon just her shoulders were on the cold ground, then just her head. 
She hung suspended from the ceiling, and only her long black hair trailed on 
the dirty floor. 

"That's better," said the soldier. "You can do what you want with her now, 
Fritz." The young soldier sat down on the hard slab of stone that had served 
Jill as something of a bad. He started smoking a cigarette calmly, taking 
long deep puffs as he watched Fritz go into action. 

Fritz" approached the suspended girl, still in his boots and shirt, fondling 
his dick. His dick was some inches higher from where Jill's mouth was. 

She saw him approach and her eyes fixed on his dick. Her position was 
tortuously uncomfortable. The ropes cut deeply into her flesh, and her 
weight pulling down on them caused the blood to flow. She was already sore 
all over, so this just made her feel worse. Hanging upside down made her 
dizzy, and she found herself slowly spinning first this way and then that, 
moved by every slight motion that she made. Yet through all of this pain, 
she still felt the incessant call of her genitals. She still needed a dick 
inside of her and she needed it soon. She needed it even more now than 
before. The rope had in some way made her even more sexually excited. 

And now she saw a dick coming towards her. But she did not want to admit how 
much she wanted it. For if she did, that would justify these dirty Nazis, 
and would make them feel that they controlled her both body and mind. And 
that she didn't want. But she didn't know what she wanted more-the last 
vestige of her human dignity, or the hard cock that was now staring her in 
the face. 

"Suck it," his harsh voice commanded. His voice was dead and emotionless, 
even more than the voice of the young soldier. This man seemed ashamed, as 
though he were thinking that it was terrible that he, a proud soldier of the 
new Reich, should have to come to this, this Jewish girl, to be relieved of 
his sexual tension. His voice proclaimed that he thought there was something 
unnatural and disgusting about that. Nothing else that he did, Jill knew, 
not killing people nor cutting off their genitals, disgusted him as much as 
having to take advantage of a Jewish girl to get his sexual kicks. So his 
voice was dead and his manner cruel. Jill knew that she could only expect 
harsh treatment from this man, and she shuddered. 

But she knew that she had to obey him, especially him. He could easily kill 
her, or worse. Jill tried to reach upwards with her mouth to swallow his 
cock, but she couldn't. Her head hung but inches above the floor and he was 
a tall man, six feet tall at least. It was hard to tell hanging upside down. 

She tried. She twisted her neck and craned upwards, but it was no good. Even 
when Fritz let go of his dick with his hands, it was still too high above 
her. Jill wanted to suck the dick. The sex feeling was upon her. Her cunt 
was on fire, and a dick in the mouth was, at the moment, the next best thing 
to a dick in the cunt. But there was nothing she could do. She was helpless. 

The younger soldier just laughed and took a drag on his cigarette. "She's 
not trying," he said. "Here, I'll put some life into the bitch. Let's see if 
this makes her move." 

Fritz stood aside as the younger man came over. Jill's eyes were attracted 
by the huge bulge in his pants. How she would have liked to have that dick 
inside of her. His cigarette swung through the air as he walked over, 
producing an arc of hot colored light. A sudden fear gripped her. 

"So. You won't do as you are instructed? You deserve instant punishment." 
With that, the Nazi held the lighted end of the cigarette above her cunt. 

Oh dear God no, she thought. No not that. Anything but that. She had a 
vision of her cunt being burnt to cinders, of if being charred away and 
rendered useless for the rest of her life. She saw her cunt dissolving in 
fire and ash and imagined the awesome indescribable pain that would ensue. 
That pain would kill her, immediately kill her, Jill thought. It was as if 
she were actually feeling the pain, her imagination was so acute and 
colorful. 

The cigarette was less than an inch from her labis. Her labia were open, 
open with lust and full of the squishy juices of passion. Her clitoris was 
exposed to the air, exposed to all to see, exposed to the lighted end of 
that horrible cigarette. Jill almost fainted from the thought of the pain 
that would soon attack her clitoris, that most sensitive spot on a woman's 
body. She wished she would faint. She wished she would die. As she hung 
there, Jill tried to die. She tried to wish herself dead, to kill herself by 
sheer willpower. 

But it wouldn't work. She opened her eyes and saw the man's boots. So 
inhumanly clean and polished. Polished as only the devil would polish a pair 
of boots. Looking into them Jill saw her own face, and her eyes stared back 
with absolute terror. 

Heat scalded her skin and she shrieked. The pain was intense, unbearable. 
Jill shrieked, and her whole body jerked up in the air, as though her body 
were one nerve, and that nerve had just been touched by an electrode. Yet 
the realization hit her that it was not her cunt that was burned. It was the 
skin of her inner thigh, a sensitive enough area of flesh, but nothing like 
the clitoris. Thank God for that, she thought. 

Again the cigarette descended and again she felt the searing of her flesh. 
She smelled the burning meat as well, and knew that again it was not her 
cunt. 

With this realization Jill felt a great deal of relief. Teasing, they're 
just teasing me. Her cunt burned, but not with fire. With lust. 

Suddenly she felt a tearing, and she tensed up Is this it? Jill thought. 
Something was happening to her cunt. Then she relaxed, and a wave of ecstasy 
washed over her. She knew that feeling? It was a prick jamming its way into 
her cunt. At last! A real prick. 

Fritz shoved it in as hard as he could, he fucked her as if he were a 
maniac, as if he were a machine designed for fucking. Fritz was delighted 
that she was so wet inside her cunt. All of her love juices flowed out 
around his cock. It provided a smooth, slippery ride and it felt great. He 
buried his dick into the hilt, and felt it touch bottom. He felt the walls 
of Jill's cunt contract around his immense shaft, and felt her muscles move 
in little spasms against his cock. 

It was enough for Jill. Everything had excited her. She was at a fevered 
pitch, Fritz just moved his cock around inside of her a few times, and then 
she started to come. 

Jill shouted with pleasure. "Ah, Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Ram it all 
the way! Yes! Yes! Oh Yes!" 

Her body humped and heaved. It was the best fuck ever she thought. Better 
than with any man she had ever known. This mindless heartless fuck was 
providing the ultimate in pleasure. Jill wouldn't have believed it before, 
but now she had to admit that it was true. The cruel treatment turned her on 
more than anything else in the world. It was the greatest pleasure, the 
finest thing she had ever known. The orgasm passed and Jill hung limply. Her 
huge breasts moved back and forth slowly with the remains of her sexual 
passion. They were still red with lust, their nipples hanging down. Fritz's 
prick was still shoved all the way into her cunt. His hands were on the 
round, whipped cheeks of her ass. His fingers ran along the welt marks, 
still red and sore. The feelings which they ignited on these marks speeded 
into Jill's brain and aroused her from her post-orgasmic lethargy. She felt 
the excitement growing even more within her body, as pain and pleasure 
mingled in an incredible stew of emotions and feelings. 

Her face looked out at Fritz's ankles, hairy and rather thin, but her whole 
mind was on his cock. What an excellent fit it made in her cunt, Jill 
considered. Really, she further thought, this angle for fucking, as unusual 
as it certainly was, was also quite felicitous. Her cunt was ready for 
anything in this position. Hanging like this, Jill felt like she could take 
on the biggest cock in the world. 

The biggest cock in the world. What a thought! That's what Jill wanted right 
now. Cock, cock, and more cock. God, but she was excited. Isn't this 
obscene, she thought, that I could be this excited. But I never felt so 
good, so sexy, so turned-on and wild. These men really know how to fuck, 
brutally and with nothing held back. 

This cock wasn't the biggest cock in the world, Jill considered, as it moved 
around inside of her cunt, but it will do for now. Mmmm! It feels so good!" 

Fritz moved it around, feeling her cunt as it churned around beneath his 
thrusts. "You're a wild girl. You really like this don't you?" 

"Oh yes. I liked the fucking, but not the beating." 

"But they always come together. That's the way it is." 

"Yes, I suppose you're right, but Oh! Oh! That feels so so good!" Another 
orgasm seemed to seize her young body at that moment. Her eyes suddenly 
stared dead ahead and then started to shake. The shake communicated itself 
rapidly throughout her whole body. Her neck shaked, then her shoulders, two 
round patches of pink moving in the light of the bare bulb in the ceiling of 
the badly painted jail cell, then her heavy tits shook, like two crazy 
melons; her belly shook around like a fat snake, a soft snake shake like a 
crazy machine, as it clutched and played with the distended dick of the 
dazed Nazi. Her legs wobbled and danced as well as any legs could do that 
were hung upside down like dead meat. 

Fritz felt the sperm rise in his own prick and knew, with an absolute 
certainty, that he was about to shoot all of it into this girl's wild and 
woolly and wet cunt, right where it belonged. 

Out it came in hot spurts, one more violent than the other, shooting like 
wet sticky rockets, like sudden explosions, into the heart of Jill's cunt. 

Jill felt these buckets of sperm drench her insides and shouted with 
grateful pleasure. 

"Oh thank you! Thank you! Oh my God! Oh! Thank you... " and in a quieter 
voice she added, "Thank you for everything." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Jill sat uncomfortably on a hard wooden chair and looked across the room at 
a desk, and behind that desk as a middle aged man in a military uniform 
wearing horn-rimmed glasses. This man was studying a sheaf of papers, very 
important papers evidently, that lay in a heap on the desk in front of him. 
Finally he looked up. 

"This is not good," was all he said. An expression of sick pain crossed his 
face, and sweat broke out in little balls on his forehead. One hand reached 
into his pants pocket, removed a soiled handkerchief, and wiped the sweat 
off. Some of it dripped unnoticed down the sides of his face. "Not good at 
all," he added. 

Jill shifted uncomfortably, The clothes they had given her to wear were very 
uncomfortable. They were made of some kind of itchy flannel, and as they 
were given to her without any underwear whatsoever-"Underwear? Ha! Ha!" the 
guard had responded when Jill mentioned it-they were very uncomfortable when 
rubbing against her still sore wounds, the lashes and the bruises and the 
welts. Besides, it was quite warm in the room, and the dress was obviously 
designed for winter wear. 

A cracking sound, as of bottles slowly smashing, smashing in slow motion, 
rose from somewhere behind the man at the desk, followed within seconds by a 
greasy smell, as of old tires burning at a dump. "Damn!" he said. "Oh, my 
indigestion." 

Jill felt sick as the smell reached her, but she did not wrinkle up her nose 
or make an unpleasant face. The man across the desk from her she knew to be 
the doctor, and from the way the rest of her captors referred to him, she 
figured him to be a very cruel man indeed. Jill wanted to do nothing to 
offend him, but it was hard. Very hard. He had been farting now continually 
for twenty or twenty-five minutes, and though it was a hot day, all the 
windows were closed, so the room had filled up with the smell of his gaseous 
wastes. 

The Doctor looked at Jill with a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry," he 
said apologetically. 

"But it's my digestive tract. Nothing else comes out, you see. Nothing but 
gas." He sat back further in his chair, and put away a sheaf of paper. 
Taking on a professional air, like a doctor in a TV commercial for some 
brand of aspirin, or a laxative, he said, "Most of man's illnesses are 
directly traceable to his digestive tract. This is a known medical fact, but 
most doctors do not let on to it. If they did-where would they be?" 

Jill shifted her ass around on the seat. The welts which she had sustained 
on her buttocks made it very difficult to remain seated without great pain. 

"Are you in pain, young lady? From the report that I read about you, I know 
that you have been punished. Very bad. You deserved the punishment. But I am 
a doctor, a man of science, and it is my job to make people feel better. So 
come on, let's see what we can do for you. Follow me." 

Jill was glad to stand up and follow the doctor as he led into the next 
room. It appeared to be an examination room, but in many ways it was as 
unlike an examining room as any other room she had ever seen. There was the 
typical examining table, covered with the customary white, sanitized paper, 
and with braces for the patient's feet; but why did these braces come 
equipped with locks? There was the typical doctors' cabinet, with its 
complement of medicines, syringes, and tongue depressors; but why the whips? 

"Alright," he said. "Now let me examine those wounds. You can take off your 
dress-there." He indicated a screen behind which Jill was to strip. She was 
surprised at these amenities. They gave her a chill. What was this crazy guy 
up to? He let go another fart. 

Jill stood behind the screen and eagerly pulled off the dress. It felt great 
to be out of it. She examined her naked body. The knotted cords had left raw 
marks on her wrists and ankles, and her backside, which she could not see 
but could only feel with her long and delicate fingers, was a mass of welts 
and bruises, still highly painful to the touch, or painful even to think 
about. There were burn marks on her inner thighs. These marks were really 
only slight, first degree burns she judged them to be. Though they had 
burned with awful pain when the burns were applied, really, she now 
considered, the cigarette must have barely touched her. With a shiver she 
imagined what the burns would have been like if he had really gone to work 
on her with that cigarette. If, for instance, he had stuck it's glowing end 
all the way into her moist cunt and had held it there, in the center of the 
squirming sexual wetness, until her juices had put it out! What a horrible 
thought! But such thoughts kept revolving through Jill's head and she could 
do nothing to dispell them. 

The thoughts excited her. She felt her cunt growing warmer and warmer, and 
felt the moisture begin to gather, the lust oils that always accom-pained 
her sexual imaginings. Jill was almost shocked. She couldn't believe how 
often this was happening lately, how otherwise gross and disgusting things, 
sadistic acts, pain, things that would have appalled her only days before, 
now got her excited. Why? It was a mystery to her. 

But Jill couldn't deny the sexual longing that was now arching through her 
body. How ashamed it made her feel! Especially now that she had to go out 
and face that horrible doctor! What a foul old man! He was fat; rolls of fat 
heaved out over his belt and settled down on top of his thighs. She could 
not imagine, did not want to imagine, what he would look like without his 
shirt. What color would his fat belly be? A dead kind of grey? A pale, 
bloated pink? 

The thought made her shudder, but her cunt was even wetter and was getting 
more so every second. And now she had to go out and face that horrible man, 
be examined by him in this state of obvious sexual excitation. How 
humiliating! He might think that she was sexually excited because of him! 
How disgusting, how foul! 

Meanwhile, she heard a steady stream of farts coming to her nose from the 
other side of the partition. Evil smelling things, like sulphurous gas from 
a primeval swamp. She almost dropped to the floor from the smell. Her body 
quivered with fear, revulsion, and loathing. 

"Are you ready?" he called to her. Jill had no choice but to step out and 
face him. 

Her naked body stood sadly in the middle of the room, and the fat Nazi 
doctor inspected her with his beady, roving eyes. From the glint that could 
be seen deep in his piggish orbs, it was obvious that this was no objective 
medical examination which he was embarked on, but something far more 
personal, far more foul. He rubbed his fat hands together. 

"Yes," he said, gloating, "yes. Turn around so I can inspect your wounds." 

Slowly, reluctantly, as if she wanted to keep him in her sight for fear of 
what he would otherwise do, Jill turned around. All she could look at now 
was the window. It was too high off the ground for her to see anything but 
dull grey polluted sky, no trees, no birds; and the bars in the window. 

"These are serious wounds," he said softly, his words just barely 
discernible through his heavy breathing, which came oozing out of his body 
in much the same way as his farts came oozing out of his backside. "Very 
serious. They will need immediate treatment." 

She felt his hands on her buttocks, and she tensed up immediately. This was 
a mistake, for in tensing up she let go a fart. It was a small, childlike 
womanly fart, nothing like the gross monsters which the Doctor had been 
throwing out incessantly for what must have been hours. Still, it was 
effective because it came out right in the Doctor's face He stood up and 
looked her in the eyes. "Most peculiar," he said. Jill was frightened. What 
would he do to her? His face slowly turned red, as though his anger was a 
natural process much like the tides or the migration of geese; and his two 
stubby fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically. 

"So," he said, "You play a game!" 

Jill whimpered. His hand raised into the air, swung out, then swung back, 
knocking into her cheek. It stung with sudden fury. He was not a 
particularly strong man, but he was big and fat, and this gave his punch 
real weight. Her face shuddered in the dank air of the room and her head 
ached. 

"There is a toilet over there," he said, pointing to a green door in the 
corner. "Go make use of it before we continue this... examination." 

Jill was glad to get away so lightly, glad also to be given an opportunity 
to be alone. 

As she sat over the toilet, her mind wandered far from the Doctor and his 
horrible fat body. She thought instead of the young blonde soldier, Hans she 
had heard him called. He had a straight back and a thin, firm, belly, wide 
shoulders, and cruel eyes. The thought of him excited her wildly, and almost 
without knowing it her fingers strayed down to her bush, and to her 
clitoris. She fondled herself slowly and gently at first, while her mind's 
eye continued to see the young Hans. She imagined him marching, alone, down 
a huge parade field, carrying an immense and evil gun over his shoulder, his 
legs flying out one after the other in a high goose step, his shoulders 
straight, his eyes straight ahead. 

Her fingers worked faster now as the excitement within her mounted. The 
juices poured out around her fingers. Then she felt the orgasm hit her and 
her whole body exploded with pleasure. Waves seemed to overtake her, and 
then there was a sudden splash. In her excitement, Jill had dropped a long 
shit into the toilet. 

At this moment the door opened and the Doctor glared down at her. 

"What's this?" he demanded cruelly, and with apparent surprise. "What are 
you doing?" 

Her fingers were still buried in her cunt, and their was a glazed look of 
pleasure and lust on her features. Jill did not know what to say. A feeling 
of shame swept over her, and a hot flush spread across her face. 

"Nothing. Nothing I... " 

"Nothing? You bitch!" 

The Doctor's two grubby hands reached for her shoulders. They squeezed them 
roughly and pulled the poor girl right off the seat. 

Jill found herself dragged back into the examining room, while shit still 
stuck to her asshole and come still dripped from her cunt. She was still not 
satisfied. A raging inferno still burnt down deep inside of her. New lusts 
raced through her brain. But she was scared. What would this madman do to 
her? Oh, why wasn't Hans here now? Maybe if she yelled, he would come. Hans 
would race in and save her. 

"Help!" she cried. "Help me! Help! Help! Oh please, please help!" Her cry 
echoed throughout the small room, bouncing off the walls and filling up her 
ears until she could hear nothing else and think nothing else. Jill was 
totally lost in fantasy, screaming without method or reason. 

One of the Doctor's heavy fists again smacked out and caught Jill in the 
chin. The pain jarred her whole head and made it feel loose. The blow 
immediately shut her up, and the silence that ensued was deafening. The 
outer door opened and two guards stuck their heads in. 

"Doctor!" they saluted. "Is there any problem?" 

"No," the Doctor replied, coldly, training his evil eye upon the terrified 
girl. "No problem. Nothing I can't handle on my own. You may go." They 
saluted and left. 

"So! You cause trouble. We'll see about this." Jill lay on the floor, 
weeping softly. The Doctor farted. 

"I was going to examine you and make you well. It is of crucial importance 
that you be well. There is a guest-a very important official-who is coming 
to visit us, and you must be able to entertain him. You must be in the best 
of condition. But you must be obedient! That is even more important. That is 
of the utmost importance, for without obedience the rest is useless. There 
can be no pleasure without obedience. I must teach you obedience." 

Another fart stank up the room as the doctor paced about nervously. He came 
to an abrupt halt. "Yes!" he cried. Then he bent down low over the girl. His 
face was but inches from hers, and Jill watched him with real fear in her 
eyes. 

"So you are excited, you're sexually turned-on? That is the expression you 
young people use, is it not?" 

"Yes." If it was obedience he wanted, Jill decided, then it would be 
obedience that he would get. Absolute unquestioned obedience. That was the 
best way to deal with these people, she decided. 

"Good," he said. "Then maybe you can help me with a problem. My digestion: 
it needs some help. It won't come out." 

Jill felt sick. What did he have in mind. The doctor removed his belt. The 
sight of the belt sent a fright wave through her. But he put it down on the 
table. He removed his boots, and followed them with his pants. Jill's eyes 
traveled unwillingly over the lower half of the doctor's gross body. 

His legs were pudgy and his fat belly swelled out like a separate animal. 
His testicles were immense and hung down from him like a bag of garbage. His 
organ was huge, much bigger than she had imagined. It was full of big veins 
and looked quite frightening, like a monster in some pornographic movie. 

"Pretty, am I not?" the doctor queried with a harsh, evil laugh. "But I am 
prettier over here." 

He quickly turned around and Jill was forced to gaze directly at his ass, 
which hung in the air but a few feet from her face. One slow fart oozed from 
it as Jill watched, and she could almost see it. It looked like smoke 
drifting off a dying fire. Its rich odor, as of dying pine needles and tar, 
seemed to enter Jill's nostrils like a heavy physical presence and to 
literally force its way into the back reaches of her head, filling up her 
skull, and then percolating down into her belly. 

Jill almost fainted. The doctor spun around and looked at her, to gauge the 
effect of his exhibition. "It increases your appetite, does it not?" he 
asked. "Well, it had better, because it's all you're going to eat until you 
learn to be obedient. God, I feel sick," he suddenly said, as he sat down 
heavily. "I've been eating too much junk. My system is clogged with 
incredible poisons and must be cleaned out immediately. Ah! I have it." 

He got up and walked across the room, went to a cabinet and removed a 
strange looking vial. "This substance," he said, "is marvelous! Cleans the 
system right out!" He raised it to his fat, puckered lips and began to drink 
as though it were oasis water and he a lost Legionnaire in the Sahara 
Desert. 

"Have some," he said. "Itfs good for all." Jill, of course, obeyed, drinking 
it down. Then the taste hit her, and she almost wretched. It tasted like 
puke. But she kept herself from spitting it out for fear of displeasing the 
doctor. 

"Ah! Now I feel better. A little better." He suddenly leaned over the 
examining table, resting his arms and his chest against its surface. His ass 
stuck out in the air. As the doctor spread his legs he ordered Jill, "Come 
on. Lick my ass. Clean it out." 

Another slow fart accompanied this order. Jill tried to crawl up into a 
little ball, hoping that he would forget she was there. But it didn't work. 

"Come along," he said. "Right now." 

Jill crawled on the floor towards the doctor. She knew that she would be 
unable to stand up. Her legs were shaking too much with terror and 
revulsion. 

The big ass cheeks were like the ass of the devil. The skin on the ass was 
smooth, not quite like the cheeks of a newborn infant, but smooth 
nonetheless; but his ass seemed incredibly old and evil, like a cave to 
hell. She brought her nose up close. Just then another fart came flying out, 
and the wind that it erupted almost sent her back onto the floor. It was 
like a volcano at perpetual war. 

Jill's pink tongue licked the crack between his cheeks right above the 
asshole. There was sweat embedded in all of his pores and it tasted salty 
and dirty, as though he hadn't washed in days. Yet the more she licked, the 
better it tasted, like some aged piece of meat, roast beef, or pastrami 
perhaps. 

Jill continued to lick, while one tiny fart after another dribbled out. As 
her tongue worked up and down she forgot about the terrible smell. It no 
longer seemed like garbage, but like something sweet. It was still a highly 
organic smell, but now smelled less like decay and more like cheese, some 
rare, tasty cheese. 

Jill's tongue descended to the actual asshole. Little bits of shit littered 
the outer lips of this orifice, but she hardly noticed them as her efficient 
and quick tongue went to work, licking and rubbing and consuming. Her wet 
tongue dissolved the dried shit and whisked it right away. Her nose rubbed 
his ass and she worked away very vigorously, forgetting where she was or 
what she was really doing, and just getting into the taste and smell and 
feel of it Her hands surrounded the man's thighs and reached around to his 
dick. She felt it distended and huge, and as she stroked it Jill felt it 
grow big and start to grow hard. Her tongue worked in and out of his asshole 
now, sucking and doing it up right. Her hands caressed his big dick and 
cupped his balls, feeling their heavy weight feeling each ball round and 
distinct in its sac. 

The warmth was pulsating within her cunt and Jill felt herself incredibly 
excited. Her mouth worked around his asshole with real passion, suck- ing 
and licking for all she was worth. The warmth of his asshole and the smell, 
so sweet and so alive, like some fine stew, spread throughout her 
bloodstream and was thus carried throughout her whole body, to the extremity 
of every limb, of each finger and toe, from the top of her head to the flats 
of her feet. She was a part of his asshole, a part of him. She felt like she 
was tied right in with the primal life, with the primal life giving tide 
pools. 

One last fart erupted louder and more violently than the rest, also with a 
wetter, more pregnant sound, and immediately following it a big hunk of shit 
came flying out of the doctor's asshole. 

"Unnnhhhh!" he screamed. "Unnhhh!" It was the first shit that had come from 
his body in days, and it felt just great. What a relief it was to pass the 
old matter through his digestive system. The doctor immediately felt like a 
new man, like two new man, like a man twenty years younger than he really 
was. 

The shit hit Jill in the face, a wet mound of the brown stuff. It slid into 
her eye, past her nose, and down her cheek. An orgasm hit her almost 
simultaneously, erupting up in her vitals in much the same way as the shit 
erupted from the doctor's asshole. As the spasms shook her, causing her to 
throw her head backwards in the air and to shout and shout and shout with 
passion and lust, her shouts flying to the ceiling, the doctor let out with 
another shit, and another. They were flying out of him now like his farts 
before, one after another. They all landed in a heap on the girl, who didn't 
even notice. 

Her eyes were closed tightly, and then opened wide and stared wildly as the 
sexual convulsions tore her up. She felt great. She was lost in a new world 
of strange pleasures. 

She collapsed in a heap on the floor, covered in shit. The doctor went and 
sat down, mopping his sweating brow with a handkerchief and admiring his 
handiwork. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"Let's get this examination on the road," the doctor said. "We have 
important business for you later, so you have to be in fine shape. Hold her, 
boys." 

The doctor spoke to the soldiers casually; that was his prerogative as a man 
of science. But he was also an officer and they soldiers, so they obeyed him 
with alacrity and with military precision. One soldier grabbed her shoulders 
and held them pressed tightly against the table and the other spread her 
legs. 

"That's good. Very good." 

He attached chains to her ankles and locked her feet into the foot rest on 
the table. 

"Good. You can let go of her feet now." The soldier let go and stood back. 
Jill twisted her feet and tried to close them. Having her legs stretched out 
so widely as this was embarrassing, especially when her cunt was as wet as 
it was now and so obviously excited. Her clitoris stood out for all the 
greedy eyes of the men to see. But it did no good. The lock did the trick. 
She was unable to move. 

The doctor walked around to the head of the table and there attached her 
wrists to chains and locked them in place. The other soldier, freed from the 
necessity of holding her, stood back and looked on with interest. Jill was 
now spread-eagled on the table. 

"You can go now," said the doctor. The two soldiers disappeared. 

The doctor approached her cunt. "Let's check out the most vital part of your 
anatomy first. This is the part that our guest will be most interested in." 
He inserted a finger into her cunt. 

Despite her fear and shame, Jill could not help but respond to the feeling 
of a man's finger moving around inside her cunt. The doctor moved it around 
slowly, feeling the walls of her cunt, and then taking it out to examine her 
clitoris. He rubbed it gently and watched it move beneath his caresses. Jill 
moaned lightly. 

"Yes, here everything seems alright. The responses seem alright. But I think 
that it will be necessary for me to test the neural connections." 

The doctor disappeared and Jill was left with an aching cunt. She was unable 
to move her legs or her arms and was thus unable to reach her cunt, to touch 
it and rub the clitoris, which was aching to be touched. But she could shake 
her ass. That would not produce the desired effect, Jill considered, but 
would be better than nothing. So she began jerking her ass off the table, 
revolving her pelvis just as she would under a man's caress. Strangely, this 
simple movement proved very satisfying. God, she thought, what kind of a 
nymphomaniac am I becoming? These have been strange days, she thought, and I 
guess anything can happen. But I'm sure getting turned on, just by swaying 
my pelvis, just by moving as I would in fucking. God. I'm getting off! 

She started swaying her behind more and more. It felt good just having her 
ass off the table, good not having the welts pressing against the hard, cold 
table. 

Her pelvis jerked and humped in the cool air in the room, and just by moving 
it Jill started to imagine that she was fucking a real man, fucking that 
sexy young Nazi with the straight blonde hair who had been so much on her 
mind, almost inside of her mind, recently. He was on her, jamming his hard 
dick deeper and deeper into her cunt. Yes! Yes! 

"You're really something," the doctor said as he walked back into the room. 
"Truly an astounding woman. One for the books." 

The doctor's words brought Jill down immediate- ly, cruelly, making her feel 
very humiliated, as though she had been caught in an act that was highly 
shameful. Immediately the fantasy of fucking the young Nazi was gone, 
replaced by the harsh reality of the fat, gross old doctor. 

"In a way," the doctor continued. "I'm sorry that I have to prepare you to 
entertain our guest. Much as I respect and admire our guest, and much as I 
wish him to have a good time. You, certainly, will give him a good time; 
that much I am quite sure of. A girl of your... lusts! Truly incredible! But 
if I didn't have to let you go for the entertainment, I would be able to 
study you, and your sexual drives. It would be an invaluable aid to science. 
Truly it would." 

He was mocking her. Jill felt terrible. All the passion drained out of her, 
replaced by hard cold hatred. Oh, why had she gotten involved with all of 
this? What in her past life was she being punished for? Try as she might, 
Jill could think of nothing she had ever done that would have lined her up 
for this sort of torture, this capture by ravenous fiends. How she wished 
she could kill them all. Chop off their dicks! Chew them off! 

"I'll check your reactions." The doctor held an instrument that looked 
something like a cattle prod. Seeing it produced chills that ran up and down 
Jill's spine. He plugged it into the wall. 

"Here. Put this between your teeth." Jill tried to struggle away from him, 
but the chains held her tightly. "Take it. It will be for your own good. 
Also for mine. I can't stand screams. I'm too old." He slipped the rubber 
disc into her mouth. Jill wanted to spit it out just out of spite, but 
before she could the doctor touched the end of the instrument to her 
shoulder. Jill bit down on the rubber as hard as she could and tears began 
to race out of her eyes. Her whole body went stiff, her arms jutting out 
like the arms of a mummy, her legs like dead trees. She felt like she was 
being electrocuted. All sensation left her. She did not lose consciousness. 
It was simply a sensual overload. Her body could feel no more, so all of her 
senses short circuited for an instant. She could not hear, could not see. 
For some short moments, Jill was in limbo. 

"Very good. Reaction time excellent." Jill slowly came to life. Some spittle 
dripped out of the side of her mouth. 

Again the instrument touched her, this time on her nipple. The nipple seemed 
to burn and fly right off. There must have been a adjustment made in the 
dials, because this time the pain did not spread throughout her whole body, 
but just ran from the nipple through the tit. But the pain was in no way 
less, merely more localized. Yet in her breast there was as much pain as 
there was, seconds before, throughout her whole body. It felt as though some 
monstrous dog with electrical lips had just seized her tit and was gnawing 
it off, his big bloody teeth ripping and tearing into the soft, glandular 
flesh, into the sensitive sexy spots, the sensitive nipple, the sweet heavy 
breast. 

"Hmmm!" said the doctor. 

This time he attacked the other breast. The same pain repeated itself. This 
time the rubber slipped out of Jill's mouth and she screamed and screamed. A 
slap silenced her and bloodied the corner of her mouth. 

"God! How I hate yelling." 

The instrument was placed on her navel, right in her tiny, delicate belly 
button, that same ticklish spot of her body that her old boyfriend-his 
memory made her cry-that Jerry so loved to kiss, tenderly, at the start and 
at the end of all of their lovemaking sessions. 

The instrument of torture did its job well, leaving no mark to sully her 
body and thereby destroy the pleasure of the honored guest who was shortly 
to use this body for his own pleasure, but producing feelings of pain beyond 
anything that man had ever known. 

When it touched her navel her whole body seemed to curl up around it, like a 
piece of paper that was suddenly hit by a match and that, in burning, curled 
up in black ash around the burning center of the fire. Jill passed out. 

Cold water woke her up. "The tests are not done," the Doctor said. "And we 
need your cooperation. These tests you should like a little more." 

"Please," she said. "Don't do anything more to me. I'll do anything to 
please your guest. You know that I can please him. Why must you continue to 
torture me? Your tests leave no marks on my body, but my soul!" 

"Your soul? I've never seen it!" 

"Please no more. I can't take any more" 

"This won't hurt. This is to test the ability of your cunt to take on a 
large, large object. Our guest, you see, is a big man. This is, perhaps, the 
most important test." 

The Doctor approached the table and in his hand he was holding what looked 
like a policeman's nightstick. It was about two inches around and three feet 
long. It was marked off in inches and fraction of inches. All in all, it was 
a frightening looking tool and Jill's skin crawled when she saw it. My God, 
she thought, if he tries to ram that thing all the way  into me it will 
come out of the other side. 

But at the same time the sight of the immense tool produced a warm little 
kick deep inside her cunt. It made her think of a huge dick, a dick that 
size. That, she knew, she could wake into her cunt, with pleasure, even if 
she had to let it burst out of her cunt and fill up her whole body. "Alright 
now, get ready." The Doctor slipped his hand into her cunt first, feeling 
around to see if she were wet enough. Deciding in the affirmative, the 
Doctor then grasped the pole in both hands, positioned it at the opening of 
Jill's cunt, looked Heavenward for inspiration, and then began to shove it 
in. He shoved it in slowly at first, really concentrating on what he was 
doing, gritting his teeth and staring at her cunt with intense interest. The 
stick slipped in easily and quickly filled up the first few inches of Jill's 
cunt. Jill gasped with a mixture of pleasur and fear. 

The fear seemed to increase her pleasure, for her face quickly lit up with a 
look of undeniable lust and enjoyment as the stick continued its journey up 
her sweet and sopping cunt. 

Jill gasped with a mixture of pleasure and fear. The fear seemed to increase 
her pleasure, for her face quickly lit up with a look of undeniable lust and 
enjoyment as the stick continued its journey up her sweet and sopping cunt. 

The Doctor revolved it round and round as he shoved it in. Her cunt opened 
more and more to receive the immense monstrous image of a dick. Now it was 
in a good six inches, and the Doctor stopped shoving for a while, and just 
revolved it round and round, watching the reactions cross her face and 
letting her enjoy it. He made mental notes. 

Jill closed her eyes tightly and the thought of Hans came to her. It filled 
her mind so much that she really thought that it was his dick, and not some 
cold thing made out of wood, that was inside of her. She moaned low and 
swayed her hips, slowly at first and then faster and faster. She was trying 
to get it farther into her cunt. She wants more of it, more and more. 

So the Doctor shoved more of it in, and as soon as Jill felt this, an orgasm 
seized her and shook her up as though she were a pebble inside of a rattle. 
Waves of lust ripped through her and she shouted. The shouts did not bother 
the Doctor so much. Screams he hated because they were high pitched and 
shrill. Shouts he could take because they were throaty and deep. Her hair 
flew all over and her big breasts bob- bed up and down like buoys floating 
in the middle of the ocean. Her nipples stood straight up and pointed to the 
ceiling like two arrows. 

Her cunt seemed to be demanding more and more of the pole, so the Doctor 
seized it with both hands and started pushing. It went in deeper... and 
deeper... and deeper. The Doctor paused and looked down. He was surprised to 
see that more than a foot of the pole was now buried in the girl's cunt, and 
she still heaved and shook with pleasure and seemed to want more. 

Orgasm after orgasm raced through Jill, starting invariably in her cunt and 
going from there to her breasts, which they lit up with a red flush like the 
lights on the back of a pinball machine, then up to her face and straight to 
her vocal chords, which sent out lustful shout after lustful shout, then 
quickly all the way down to her toes, which straightened out and then curled 
up and then straightened out, like some machine that was going crazy. 

The pole hit bottom and the Doctor kept shoving away. He too was becoming 
lost in his emotions, which seemed to be tied directly to Jill's crazed 
series of orgasms. Her orgasms never stopped. The Doctor felt his sweat 
pouring off of him as though he were a rain cloud, and his body shook as if 
he had the palsy. He kept shoving. 

Her pleasure suddenly turned to sharp, intense pain as the pole began to rip 
her apart. Blood mingled with her lust juices, which were so wet already, 
like an ocean. But the pain combined with the pleasure as easily as the 
blood combined with the come, and Jill kept rocking and shouting and 
screaming and crying, feeling torture but feeling also the ecstasy of true 
sexual release. 

The Doctor stopped shoving the pole into the cunt of the tied girl. The 
tension and exertion was too much for him. As yet another wave of orgasm 
washed over the body of the young girl, the old Doctor reeled back. 
Everything was spinning in front of his eyes. He could no longer see the 
other side of the room clearly. He could no longer see anything clearly. His 
breath was coming hard, very hard, too hard, much too hard. The blood was 
pounding in his ears. It seemed to be pouring out of bis ears. There was a 
tremendous pain in his back, as though he were just shot; then a pain in his 
side. 

The Doctor screamed, but he could not hear himself screaming. He lurched 
forward like a beaker of poison falling off a shelf. He reached out with one 
fat arm to steady himself. But all of a sudden his arm would no longer 
respond. He tried to step forward, to use his leg as a support, to balance 
himself and stay on his feet. But his leg would not respond. As if he were 
in slow motion, the Doctor saw himself falling. Then he saw nothing. He hit 
the floor and lay there quite still. 

Jill rotated her cunt around the stick slowly now, aware of nothing in the 
room but of her own passion, and greatly disappointed that there was no 
longer any pressure on the wooden dick that was buried so deeply in her 
cunt. 

Oh, if only her hands were free so that she could move it around. Then she 
would be happy. 

CHAPTER SIX 

"Yes, you're looking pretty now. Much better than when they first brought 
you in here. The beasts! What did those men ever do to you? Oh, they're 
beasts. Men are all beasts." 

Jill could only shake her head in slow, complete agreement. This woman was 
being kind to her, but Jill wondered about her motives. She was a Nazi too, 
and that was not good. Jill knew that she could expect no real help. 

Since she had seen the doctor, much had hap- pened. The doctor had been 
carried away, taken to a hospital, but nothing could be done for him. His 
attack had been too severe, the strain had been too great. Fortunately, 
General Koenig had not blamed Jill for the doctor's death. Either he was 
kind or, more likely, he needed her to entertain the honored guest. 

Some hours after that harrowing and exhausting experience in the doctor's 
office, Jill found herself blindfolded, taken outside-how good it was to 
feel the fresh air, the wind, the sunshine-and put into what she imagined to 
be a panel truck. The truck traveled for some three or four hours. For the 
first part of the trip Jill could hear a lot of traffic whizzing by, but 
after a while the sounds grew fewer and fewer. Jill knew that it was not 
late at night because the blindfold permitted light to seep against her 
eyes. That left only one possible supposition, that they were driving her 
north, to the part of Michigan that is sparsely settled and still largely 
wooded. Their reason, however, remained a mystery. 

"If our guest likes you, things will go very well for you. Yes, things will 
improve. You will find that life here can be very rewarding." Jill looked at 
herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a long dress that reached to the 
ground and that covered her arms. She suspected that this was hide the 
bruises on her wrists and ankles. Of course they would be visible once her 
clothing was removed, but Jill figured that they wanted her to produce a 
fine first impression. 

"The main thing to remember," the woman con- tinued, "is to obey, do 
whatever you are told to do, do it quickly, and do it willingly. And don't 
make any suggestions of your own. Don't be demanding in any way." 

The woman was a matronly, stocky Nordic woman of about sixty years, a very 
motherly type, the type you would expect to see running a small, family 
style restaurant. 

Jill looked out the window. The trees looked beautiful and were a little 
hint of freedom. But the bars were heavy, and were in every window she had 
seen yet. 

"Don't think of escaping," the woman said. "Whether there are bars or not, 
escape is completely impossible. This compound covers-well, several hundred 
acres. It is well policed. This is where our army is located. It is a large 
army, much larger than anyone outside of it would ever imagine. Well 
trained, well disciplined. It is, in fact, the finest military force in the 
United States. It is not, of course, the best equipped; but as for spirit, 
and the will to fight, it is unsurpassed. And that is more important. 
Weapons are of no use if they are not properly used, and used with decision. 
There. You look beautiful." 

The woman left Jill alone. Jill sat still for some moments, thinking about 
one thing only; escape. 

She knew that it would be more difficult, here in the woods, than if she 
were still back in Detroit, but it was not impossible. It could not be 
impossible. For if it were, then life would be unbearable, would not be 
worth living. Jill could not face life as a permanent sex object for the 
entertainment of Nazis. She shuddered at the thought. 

Another girl walked into the room and gazed over at Jill. Jill at first 
showed no interest in her, but just continued to look out the window, lost 
in her own fantasies of escape, of running through fields and jumping over 
fences. But then Jill realized that this other woman was wearing a long 
dress also, and this told her something. 

Jill looked at her. The other girl appeared nervous. She was somewhat older 
then Jill-five years older, perhaps-and not as attractive. Still, she had a 
pretty face, with blue eyes that seemed trusting, a mouth that looked like 
it would produce a becoming smile, high cheekbones. She was short, but her 
breasts were large and well formed, and her legs were shapely. She sat down 
on a soft chair across the room from Jill. 

Jill wanted to speak to her, but didn't know what to say. She might have 
been a captive, but she might also be a Nazi sent there to trap her. Jill 
gazed out the window. 

After some moments the woman got up and came closer to Jill, sliding into 
the chair which the older Nazi woman had vacated. She said in a husky 
whisper, "I know what you're thinking about. I see it in your eyes. If s 
what I've been thinking about, it's all I've been thinking about, for 
months." 

Jill looked at her hard, to see if she was lying. 

"Escape." 

She's lying, Jill thought. She's trying to trap me. They're all trying to 
trap me. I'm here alone, and I better get used to it. 

"Oh I know you don't believe me. You think I'm one of them. You think this 
is all a complicated trick, and why not? That's what they want you to 
think." The woman broke out into sobs, and the sobs seemed real. Jill 
softened a little in her feelings towards her, but she still maintained a 
reserve, a necessary reserve. 

The woman continued. "I wouldn't say anything to you, except... except that 
after all the long months of being here, I think that I've finally found a 
way to escape, and it has to be done tonight!" 

There was a sound outside, and the woman immediately stopped talking. It was 
somebody walking, past the door. His footsteps went down the wall, and when 
they were no longer audible the woman remained silent. She remained silent 
for so long that Jill was about to speak, but then the woman started talking 
again. 

"Tonight is a very special night. Tonight the leaders of the party are 
coming here, to this army camp. That's what you are doing here. It is what I 
am doing too. You are very beautiful. You are going to entertain the leader 
himself, I'll wager." 

"What's he like?" Jill couldn't help but ask. 

"Don't ask. He's horrible. So I'm told. I'm not good enough for him-. One of 
his servants, one of his flunkeys, someone like that will have me for his 
pleasure tonight. Do you believe me? Do you believe that I'm sincere!" 

"I... I think so." Jill really did, and her eyes showed it. This cheered the 
other woman up. 

"Yes, yes," she smiled. "I can see that you do. Oh, that's very good. The 
others don't. They trust no one. That's why they will be here forever. No 
not forever. Until they die." Her eyes suddenly filled with tears and she 
looked like she was about to break down. But she controlled herself. The 
effort was visible in her muscles and deep within her eyes. "I've seen so 
many die since I've been here. So many young girls, killed for no reason, 
tortured to death for their foolish pleasure!" This time the tears came, 
rolling down her cheeks. Jill put an arm around her. 

"But the worst, the worst is not death. It's what they do to your mind! They 
destroy your humanity, they destroy your faith in humanity. They make you 
think that all people are like them. That's why the other girls won't trust 
me. They won't trust anyone. They think everyone is evil, as evil as the 
Nazis. It takes a special effort of will to preserve any of one's humanity 
in this filthy stink hole." 

"I believe you. I believe you. You said we can escape! How? Tonight? When?" 

"Listen to me closely. Tonight is the big night. The leaders will be here, 
and there will be a parade. Oh these Nazis love a parade! But tonight will 
be the biggest of them all! They will all be outside. There will be guards, 
of course, but fewer than usual-and I know where they will be! Yes I do! I 
do! You must believe me! I'm willing to stake my life on it! Bah! My life! 
What's it worth, what's any life worth, in a place like this! It's not a 
life at all!" 

"God I want to escape," said Jill with real feeling, feeling that was 
evident to the other woman. "I want to escape more than anything." 

"Good! Then listen to me: tonight, when you are with the leader, you must do 
nothing to make him suspicious. You must play your part well. You must make 
him feel good. If he feels good, then the ceremony will be good, and if the 
ceremony is good, then everybody will be occupied. Then we will make our 
escape." 

The woman stood up, walked to the door, looked out, then walked back. 
"Listen closely now and I will tell you the rest of the plan... " 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jill was lead down a corridor to a large banquet hall. The corridor was done 
up like a corridor in a castle, or an ancient manor house typical over the 
world. Heavy wooden beams crossed overhead, and coats of arms and swords 
decorated the walls. The windows were filled with multi-colored stained 
glass which permitted only small patches of glum light to penetrate, and 
create spooky pools on the floor. 

Her long dress dragged along on the floor and her bare feet glided silently. 
About half way down the hall a uniformed storm trooper who was bald stepped 
out from the shadows and Jill and the two guards with her came to an abrupt 
halt. The soldiers saluted, and the storm trooper said, "I will take her 
now." The two guards turned and marched back down the hall. 

The storm trooper looked her over and a sneer came upon his features. "Yes," 
he said. "You will do." He grabbed her and pushed her ahead brutally. "Go 
on!" 

They came to a heavy oaken door. He virtually flung Jill up against it. She 
turned on him, her eyes blazing, real anger beginning to take hold of her. 
She remembered that Betsy, her new friend, had cautioned her to be very 
pliant and good natured, so she controlled herself. If all went well this 
would be the last torture she would have to endure from these horrid Nazis. 
Tonight she would gain her freedom. 

The storm trooper knocked once on the door, sharply. "She is here, mein 
Fuehrer," he called through the heavy door. There was silence for an answer. 
The storm trooper stood at attention, and Jill just stood. Nothing could be 
heard from the other side of the door. 

Then it suddenly opened. Its thickness must have kept all the sound inside. 
A man looked down at her, a very tall man. The storm trooper saluted with 
alacrity, but this was not the Fuehrer, only another guard. The storm 
trooper disappeared and Jill was left with the new guard. He grabbed her by 
the arm, tugged her into the room, and closed the door behind her. It closed 
with surprising finality. 

The room was dark, but Jill could make out some light-quite dim, like candle 
light, at the other end of the room. It was towards this area that she found 
herself being pushed. The guard put his hands on her ass and shoved her 
forward. 

Suddenly there was a blaze of light which blinded her, and she heard the 
guard's boots snap together as he stood to attention and jerked out his arm 
in the straight Nazi salute. Jill could not see the man to whom the "Seig 
Heil" was addressed, but knew it to be the new Fuehrer. 

"Heil!" he answered, and his voice was like a well oiled machine, precise 
but not unattractive. 

The light poured down from a immense crystal chandelier that was precisely 
over the Fuehrer's head and which had just been lighted. Jill fought hard to 
adjust her eyes to its harsh glare, blinking, and wiping away the tears 
which formed in them, because she wanted to make a good impression on the 
Fuehrer and to do everything that she could to please him. Jill was very 
nervous. She knew that if she did the wrong thing, if she offended him, it 
could mean her death. 

Her nerves were taut; she could not take much more punishment. She felt a 
sudden sharp pain in her side. It was a nudge, a cruel but necessary nudge, 
from the guard, indicating something that he wanted her to do. Jill 
remembered the older woman's instructions, and bowed low. "God evening, mein 
Fuehrer," she said. 

When she looked up her eyes could see, and the man she looked upon was the 
Fuehrer. He was six feet tall, straight and stark in his crisp, heavily 
ornamented uniform. Crests and baubles and stripes and pins hung all over 
it. His eyes were blue like the sea, complete with shining beds of pearl. 
They seemed to fly out of his face and hover in the space between them, and 
they smiled. His lips were thin, but his mouth was large. His teeth were 
white like snow. A healthy glow seemed to spread across his face even as she 
watched, but then when he closed his mouth, shut off his smile, the glow 
completely disappeared and his face looked cold, dead, cruel. He muttered 
something to the guard in German, Jill could not understand what; the guard 
saluted and walked away. Jill heard the big door open, and close. 

She was alone with the Fuehrer. He smiled again and his face came to life; 
the color returned. He looked less ghastly that way, even handsome. Jill was 
pleased that he smiled throughout the meal. His hair was dark, and cut very 
short. 

An immense table stretched the length of the room and a meal already reposed 
upon it, huge metal platters covered to keep their contents warm, huge 
flagons of wine, wine casks by the walls. 

The Fuehrer surveyed Jill with his eyes, gloating. He reached out with one 
hand and grabbed her left tit, squeezing it between his long fingers. 

"Very fine," he said then, the introductions over, he led the way to the 
table and sat down. 

The Fuehrer consumed his food slowly but methodically, eating everything 
with grim enjoyment. Jill was famished, but she ate lightly. She knew that 
she had to keep her wits about her, and as she did not know what sorts of 
weird sport this madman would make her submit to, Jill did not want there to 
be too much in her stomach. 

He sipped his wine slowly but with constant frequency, refilling his tankard 
many times. 

"Drink!" he said. 

"Thank you, I've had enough," Jill put her hand over the top of her tankard. 
The wine which he poured splashed over her fingers, ran on top of her hand, 
and ran out onto the table. It lay in spots there, like blood. 

"Then come here," he ordered. Jill stood up and came to him. The Fuehrer 
pushed his chair back from the table and spread his legs. Jill bent down in 
front of him, and then looked up expectantly. She thought she knew what he 
wanted her to do with him, but she wasn't sure. She didn't want to do 
anything wrong, anything that would upset him, anything that might 
jeopardize her escape plans. So she proceeded very slowly and carefully. 

Jill unzipped his pants and reached inside for his dick. She found it 
quickly. It was warm to the touch and immediately started swelling as soon 
as her long, cool fingers, cool from the contact with the wine glass, began 
to fondle it. She pulled it out of his pants quickly, because she wanted to 
get it out and into the air before it grew too big to do so comfortably. She 
wanted to do nothing that was in any way uncomfortable for the Fuehrer. Jill 
felt like she was walking on eggs. The dick came out long and quickly got 
hard. It was a big monster, she thought, and its vein stood out proudly and 
prominently, staring her in the face and demanding something. As she stroked 
the huge member back and forth with her fair and practiced hands, Jill 
started getting turned on herself. The feeling started in her cunt, that 
same familiar feeling, and it quickly spread throughout her body until Jill 
felt like she was going to fall back in a dead faint unless she got some 
action and some real satisfaction from this cock real soon. 

"Is this good," she asked, hoping to rouse the commander to some action, "am 
I rubbing you the right way?" 

"That's very good," he answered matter of factly. "Quite good. You like your 
work, don't you?" 

"Well, I do when it involves handling such a big, massive dick like this 
one! Oh, your dick really turns me on! You really turn me on. You're a real 
man, a real powerful man." 

She rubbed his dick more and more, moving the foreskin back. She watched the 
tip glisten. She saw that it was eminently ready to plunge all the way into 
her wet cunt. How she ached for it! 

"Would you like to screw me now?" Immediately Jill knew that she had said 
the wrong thing. She had been warned: do not make any demands. Do not make 
any requests that could be interpreted as being commands. "When I say so," 
he barked at her, but then he smiled. "Stand up." 

Jill stood up. His dick stood up too. She could not take her eyes off it. 
She would have liked to suck it, to put her lips around the dick and give it 
a real work out. 

"Walk around," he said. "I want to see how you move, see what kind of body 
you have." 

Jill wondered if she should take her clothes off, but as he didn't mention 
it, she decided not to. She stroke around the room a few times, making like 
a fashion model. All the time she felt his eyes on her body, going all over 
her lines and curves, but paying particularly close attention to her ass and 
her legs. She stopped and stood still. 

"Very good," he said, and his dick was jumping wildly. He suddenly stood up, 
walked to her, grabbed her dress by the front, just about underneath her 
collar, and gave it a sharp tug. 

Jill almost fell over with the violence of the pull, but he pushed backwards 
on her chest. The dress ripped. It's material hung low over her body now, 
totally exposing one of her huge pendulous breasts, which heaved and shook 
under the violence of the exertion. The other breast was but partially 
exposed. 

The look on the Fuehrer's face was like that on a man going into battle, and 
the thoughts which seemed to scurry across his brow were like military 
strategy. Again he grabbed her and again he ripped, this time with far more 
force and with more acuity, with more knowledge of just how much force and 
what direction of force was necessary to tear just this species of dress. 

The long dress split in two right down the middle, as though this were a 
routine which the Fuehrer had practiced many times. His face glowed with 
success. The dress fell in a heap on the floor and Jill's naked body was 
revealed to his anxious glance. Instinctively, without knowing what she was 
doing, Jill's hands clutched her breasts. Foolish gesture: the breasts were 
far too big to be concealed by her two delicate hands! Stupid gesture: it 
fired the Fuehrer's wrath (though no doubt it was first the fury and strange 
madness of his eyes that impelled the gesture). 

"What?" he shrieked, and Jill shuddered, as thoughts of dozens of guards 
coming rushing into the room ran through her mind, furious guards who would 
lash out at her with bull whips, sending her shivering onto the floor in 
bloody pain, "What? You dare to frustrate me? To thwart me? I am the 
Fuehrer!" 

His anger was awesome. His face quivered, all of its muscles and bones 
bouncing around like a separate bowls of jello. His whole body shook, his 
hands moving spasmodically, clutching and un-clutching as though they would 
have been pleased to be choking the life out of this insignificant female 
creature who dared to thwart his male desires. He stomped down hard on the 
floor with his heavy booted foot. 

"I will not have it!" 

Jill noticed that his dick stood up now more than ever, bigger and harder 
and prouder than before, like a flagpole. She was scared to death. His dick 
looked like a weapon. 

"Please," she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean____" 

"You didn't mean! Hah!" He laughed a cruel laugh that had no humor in it, 
only mockery and menace. 

His hand reached out strongly and swung through space, slapping Jill hard on 
the side of her cheek. She stood up under the blow and remained standing as 
a target. She wanted to do nothing to displease him any more than she had 
already done. Again he flung out his arm and slapped her on the other cheek. 
Red marks appeared on her cheeks where he had hit her and her whole face 
shook with the pain of his blows. 

"Please," she moaned softly, "I'll do anything." 

He hit her again and this time Jill fell to the ground moaning and weeping. 
She crawled to his feet. "I'm sorry," she cried. She began to lick his 
boots. The Fuehrer glared down at her, his fury temporarily abated. 

"Ach," he said. "That is enough. Stop that. Get up." 

She stood up. 

"I will give you another chance. Come." 

She followed him. Excitement coursed through her. The display of the man's 
power, as well as the display of his dick, was getting her aroused. She was 
ready for any kind of fucking she could get. 

The Fuehrer sat himself down on a soft chair. It was an immense easy chair, 
almost as big as a sofa. "I'm tired," he said. "It's hard, hard being a 
leader, a general, an inspiration to all. Undress me." 

Jill smiled. She removed his boots, and then bent over his crotch to loosen 
his belt. 

"Yes," she said, "It must be a strain being of such importance to the 
movement. But you seem to stand up well. Your dick does too." 

As she leaned over his body his dick stood up stiff and straight, as if 
turned on by the smell and nearness of all of her firm female flesh. As she 
loosened his belt and then started to slide his pants down his legs, her big 
tits grazed them, her nipples rubbing over him. 

The Fuehrer pulled out an army knife from a shelf behind the chair. It was a 
beautiful knife of Swiss manufacture, sharp as the devil's tooth. He began 
to clean his fingernails with it. 

The dick as it stared Jill in the face was almost too much for her to resist 
with her thick Jewish lips, so close and yet so far, because if she brought 
them into contact with the Fuehrer's dick, a contact towards which her lips 
so hungrily longed, she felt that the knife might plunge angrily into her 
flesh. So she resisted. 

Her cunt was quite as moist as the inside of her mouth. Both of these 
orifices were dying to take that dick into them, but had to wait. 

She unbuttoned the Fuehrer's shirt and started to remove it. 

"Wait," he said. She waited. The Fuehrer finished cleaning his fingernails, 
held the knife in front of his eyes, and regarded Jill past it. 

"Come here," he said. She approached. "Closer." Her face was now inches from 
the knife, which was between her face and his face. 

"Beautiful knife, is it not." 

"Yes it is." 

"Efficient too. I am going to punish you with it." Jill's heart sank. The 
blade was so sharp, and the knife was so strong. She knew that it had 
killed, that it could kill, that it wanted to kill. 

"No," she said, "Please don't. I've tried to be good. Lord knows I've... " 

"Don't mention that name," the Fuehrer hissed, as the blade snaked out 
suddenly. Jill felt a sudden pain, like a hypodermic needle, and then she 
felt something warm and wet slipping down her cheek. Blood! He had cut her 
so quickly that he hadn't even seen, and so expertly that she had hardly 
felt it. But now the pain began, and worse, the fear. 

"Yes," he said. "I was a surgeon during the War. During the Reich. You have 
heard about the Nazi surgeons? Yes, I thought you had. An expert breed." 

Jill put her hand to her face and then looked at it: it was covered with 
blood. "Let me see it here," the Fuehrer said. She found herself extending 
her arm to him. He grabbed her hand between two of his, brought it up close 
to his face, savoring the aroma of the soft female flesh mingled with the 
blood, and then he put it into his mouth, sucking the blood greedily between 
his thin lips with much of the same pleasure he had derived earlier from the 
more traditional food. 

Abruptly he discarded this dish. "Yes," he said. "You are healthy. I have 
found that blood is an accurate representation of the health of the body 
which contains. You can see why I want to know such things, before I sully 
my body, my Holy Body, with a sexual encounter. Both bodies must be clean! 

That is most important.!" 

His dick was waving in the breeze. Despite the pain, Jill was anxious to 
suck and fuck that dick. She looked down at it with hungry eyes. Because the 
blood had driven her wild, she suddenly fell down on his body and enclosed 
his tumescent organ between her hot, heavy, sexy lips and began to lick and 
tongue him and suck on it with passion. 

The Fuehrer's come exploded in her mouth, shooting like a rocket, again and 
again and again, veritable buckets, it seemed, of the hot fluid cascading 
down her throat, almost scalding her with bursts of pleasure. 

Immediately Jill felt the Fuehrer's sperm hit the back of her throat, she 
felt her own orgasm touched off. It flared up suddenly, with little advance 
warning, but it was as soul shaking an orgasmic experience as she had ever 
experienced. The magnetism of the man she was sucking was enough to assure 
that. 

But the Fuehrer was not pleased. He grasped Jill by the shoulders and tried 
to push her away from him, to get his precious dick out of her greedy Jewish 
mouth. There was something of fear about his movements, as though he 
expected the Jewish girl to do something vile and disgusting, and wholly 
within her racial character, like biting his dick off and eating it. 

The Fuehrer was strong and shoved hard, but Jill was a determined animal and 
she was so intent on sucking his dick, so wrapped up in the incredible 
pleasure and passion of her own orgasm, that she didn't even notice that he 
was trying to push her away. She was furious animal intent on getting 
pleasure from the Fuehrer's dick, and intent on giving pleasure too. In the 
force of her orgasm she was oblivious to everything else, and her orgasm had 
given her the strength of ten women. 

Still, the Fuehrer was strong, and he shoved her from him. Her eyes looked 
up, wild and filled with lust, and then they met his eyes, cruel and angered 
almost beyond endurance. His eyes melted into hers, melted past hers, and 
petrified her with their heat. 

"What, what's wrong?" she cried, then she remembered, remembered that she 
was supposed to do nothing until asked, until ordered, was supposed to do 
nothing on her own, was supposed to please the Fuehrer, was supposed above 
all to do nothing, absolutely nothing, to infuriate him. 

"Bitch!" he shrieked. "How dare you do something disgusting, dirty, vile, 
corrupt-something like that to me?" 

Jill was speechless, shocked. Hadn't he just shot his load of sperm in her 
mouth? How could he object to that? What more could he want? 

"For this you will be punished... horribly punished!" 

Jill cringed. She crawled away from him, on the floor, crawling like an 
animal. The Fuehrer stood above her, naked but majestic. Though he was no 
longer young, approaching middle age in fact, a life of constant military 
discipline had kept the fuehrer's body hard and strong like iron. He looked 
like a Nazi superman as he towered over Jill's prostrate form, his legs 
spread wild in a firm stance, his chest slowly expanding and contracting 
with every slow breath that he took, with every harsh word that he hurled 
out of her throat, each word born in his diaphragm. 

"You bitch! You dirty disgusting bitch! Did you think, could you possibly 
believe that I would be flattered by your disgusting attentions... with your 
mouth? Your mouth on my dick?" 

"I thought you would like it. I'm sorry." 

"Like it? It's degrading. It's base. It's the most vile thing I have ever 
heard of, or seen, or felt! Ugh!" 

The memory ripped through him like fire and it fired new anger within him. 
He reached for the first thing at hand-it was his knife. 

"I feel soiled, unbearably soiled, forever soiled, I should cut it off!" 

Jill screamed. How could he do that, why should he do it? She still wanted 
his cock stuck violently into her cunt, she still hoped that it would 
happen, but it would never happen if he cut if off! 

"But I won't," he said. "You are the one who deserves punishment, not me. 
Come here, you filthy bitch, come here and accept the punishment which you 
so richly deserve." 

Jill did not know what to do. She didn't want to disobey, didn't want to 
make him any angrier than he already was-if it was possible to be any 
angrier; but she was afraid of the knife. What might he do to her with it? 
What might he not? Jill imagined the way her body would look after being 
ripped to shreds with that knife. Not a pretty picture! And then she would 
never escape. 

"Come here," he ordered in a cold deadly voice. The voice did not merely 
enter Jill's ears. It went straight to the action centers of her brain, got 
her up on her feet and walking in his direction without any volition on her 
part. Jill found herself getting closer and closer to the blade. 

The Fuehrer held it against her throat. She could feel the sharp steel 
pressing against the vein in her neck. 

"If I press in here," he said, "you will die, and that is much to easy. No," 
he continued, moving the knife down along the girl's fair skin, along her 
arm and along her side, "I will cut you elsewhere first." 

With that, he pressed the blade into her. The blade cut into her breast and 
Jill winced. The pain shot through her and blood began to ooze from her 
mammary gland. It was a slight wound, but it made her knees weak. The 
Fuehrer smiled and his dick jumped in the air. 

"Yes, that's better," he said. "That's a start of what you deserve for your 
animalistic conduct." 

He brought the knife further down her body until it approached her genitals. 

"Spread your legs," he said. It was an awkward position. "Spread your legs 
and lean back. Yes! Support yourself by placing your hands there, on that 
desk." 

Jill was now leaning backwards with her hands on the desk, behind her, 
sticking her pussy out invitingly. Her pussy was dripping wet with come 
juices and was still aching with need. Every particle of skin and nerve 
within its boundaries was full of sensation, vibrating with lust. 

The Fuehrer approached this center of his body with the bloody knife. "Yes, 
this is what I want. Don't move," he cautioned, "that will only make it 
worse. Remember, I was a surgeon. Yes!" 

His dick was leaping around crazily, as though it had a life of its own. 

"Oh Dear God, no," moaned Jill, too softly for the Fuehrer to hear. "Not my 
cunt! Not there! Oh please not there!" 

But no one listened to her pleas. The blade hovered some inches away from 
her fleshy clitoris, that little button of feminine pleasure, and then 
slowly moved closer and closer, guided by the insane lusts and the steady 
but demonic hand of the Fuehrer. The blade poised a fraction of an inch from 
her clitoris, a spasm of fear mixed with sexual excitement suddenly shook 
Jill, and as her body jerked forward she felt her clitoris rub against the 
blade of the knife. She felt it, but it did not draw blood. The feel was 
exciting. Again she felt the blade against her clitoris, and this time it 
was enough. 

With her eyes closed tightly Jill felt an orgasm start rippling through her 
body, swelling and moving like all the waves on the ocean, seizing control 
of her mind and her will and submerging them in one intense physical 
sensation. The sweat poured off her frame and her tits heaved spasmodically, 
the nipples hardening into round balls. 

"So, you enjoy the knife!" There was exultation in the voice of the Fuehrer. 

Jill looked at him, her eyes still clouded with the film of passion. 

"It is you that excite me, Mein Fuehrer," she said in a smooth voice, 
calculating how best to please and placate him, but speaking the truth. "I 
know that I shouldn't speak out of turn, but I would like you to fuck me." 

"I will-with this." 

The knife traveled slowly past her clitoris and ran down along her labia, 
scraping the fluids along as it rubbed the tender outer lips of Jill's cunt. 
Her cunt trembled with lust as the knife made its way around its dangerous 
course. 

"Don't cut me there, please don't. It's such a beautiful cunt. Wouldn't you 
want to fuck it instead. I see you dick, how big it is, how fine. Wouldn't 
you rather put your dick in my cunt, than that knife?" 

The knife cut her. The eyes grew big in her face with sudden pain. The knife 
pressed into her cunt, slicing the labia. Blood spurted out and Jill cried 
out, "Oh, no, no!" 

She trembled; she almost fell. But Jill remained obedient. She did not let 
go of the desk, she did not close her legs. Her cunt remained spread and 
open, and the knife remained hovering above her labia, ready to do more 
damage. 

"Please, no more, no more." 

"So delightful to see the blood pour out of a cunt that causes so much 
trouble. You cunts are an annoyance to a serious man, such an annoyance." 

"I don't mean to be," she whimpered. 

He cut her again. The blood poured out of the other side of her labia. Jill 
cried softly, the tears running down her face. 

The Fuehrer slowly, carefully inserted the knife into her cunt, pushing it 
past the lips but not cutting her. 

"Ah yes," he said, "here is where I can really do some work. Split it right 
open." 

"No! Please! Please! Please!" 

He jerked the knife. The pain was absolutely intense. Jill felt her insides 
being cut, the insides of her cunt, so tender, so aroused, so moist, so 
private. Blood now mixed with the lust oils that came gushing out of her 
twat. 

"Ohhhh!" A mixture of pain and pleasure shook her again. The Fuehrer pulled 
the knife out as spasm after spasm of orgasmic lust shook Jill's body and 
her soul. 

The Fuehrer's dick was huge and bloated with blood and lust and he desired 
to plunge it into her bloody cunt, which was finally prepared in the fashion 
that he liked. So while Jill quaked and quivered, totally lost in her own 
feelings, the Fuehrer grasped his dick in his hand, came up to her, aimed 
it, and slipped it into her cunt. 

At first Jill did not realize what was happening. So much had happened to 
her already that a lot could happen without making much mark. But the 
Fuehrer's dick? No, that she could not help but notice, and so she did, 
suddenly stiffening up in the midst of her orgasm and feeling even more 
pleasure than before. 

She felt more pain as well because the knife had ripped up part of the 
inside of her cunt, leaving it raw and frayed and when the Fuehrer's dick 
came into contact with this sore area it exacerbated the split skin and 
caused the pain to redouble. Jill cried out in pain and screeched with 
orgasmic pleasure, and thus the pain just became part of the pleasure and 
served to increase the pleasure. 

As the long fleshy dick made its way deeply into her cunt Jill felt spasm of 
joy spread up to her brain and she wrapped her arms gleefully around the 
Fuehrer's muscular masculine body, holding on tight and rotating her pelvis 
hard against and around his dick. 

"Ahhh!" she moaned. "Oh! Oh! oh yesss!" 

Around and around her pelvis ground into him, trying to mild the most 
pleasure out of his penis that she could. The Fuehrer felt the exquisite and 
indescribably joy of fucking an incredible sopping wet, hot, bloody cunt, 
feeling it wrap around him with gratitude and relief. He pounded his dick 
into Jill repeatedly, as hard as he could, like fucking her with a gigantic 
cannon, feeling her cunt give way happily beneath his brutal onslaught, 
hearing her tiny cries of orgasmic pleasure echoe in his ears as she wrapped 
her arms around him and heaved and pushed and shoved and came and came and 
came. 

The Fuehrer felt the sperm rise in his cock and felt it hover at the tip, 
ready at any moment to come spurting up and to fill this woman up. He 
reached around the girl's pulsating body with one of his hands and reached 
down to her asshole. He took one finger, felt for the asshole, the sweet 
tight asshole, and then plunged it hard as he could all the way in, 
violating the girl now from both ends. 

"Oh my God!" Jill cried as she felt his long and strong finger slide in her 
asshole. "Uggghhh!" Her orgasm doubled as a second orgasm followed 
immediately. 

The sperm shot out of the Fuehrer's dick in a hot storm that churned up the 
inside of the girl's cunt. It flowed in like a tidal wave and left them both 
shaken up and quiet, as people are quiet after a great storm has passed and 
left them alive but much wiser than before. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Escape, it's time to escape," Jill mumbled to herself, suddenly waking up 
and finding herself alone in the darkened room. She shook her head slowly to 
clear it. She had tried not to drink much or to eat much, but still her head 
was cloudy and she could not make it function properly. Too much sex, no 
doubt, too many orgasm, too much passion. That was the way these Nazis 
operated, Jill thought, Their method was to keep their women prisoners 
continually excited and embroiled with their own passions, to cut down 
independent thinking and independent action. 

All of this her new and good friend Betsy had warned her about. Jill had 
listened, but then when it came time to act she had given in and lost her 
head in lustful debauchery. It was shameful, and what was worse, it might 
mean that now it was too late to escape. Jill wondered what time it was. 

She swung herself up and felt around for a light switch. Her hands ran 
against the wall but she felt nothing. No way to tell the time. Then she 
remembered that she had no dress! 

Nothing could be done about that. It was late, that was sure. Jill had to 
make her way downstairs to meet Betsy soon if she ever wanted to regain her 
freedom. If Betsy could be believed, there would be few guards. All she had 
to do was open the heavy wooden door and find the proper passageway 
downstairs. Betsy told her how to open the door; if only she could find it. 
If only it were not too late. 

In the cold darkness Jill walked along the wall, feeling with her hands to 
find the door. Her skin crawled with gooseflesh, as the cold and as her fear 
got to her. She felt tapestry, she felt wainscoting. finally she felt the 
door. She pushed against it-locked. But if Betsy had spoken true it would be 
easy to open. The key would be-right where it was! In a secret panel two 
indentations to the left of the door. Perfect! She fit the key in the lock 
and it opened. 

The corridor was dark. Betsy hadn't said it would be so dark. Jill proceeded 
slowly down its length, trying to remember how long it had been earlier in 
the day when she had come up the other way. There was a glow from one end, 
and Jill aimed herself that way. When she got closer to the glow she 
realized that it was a window. The window was high, but Jill clutched its 
sill with her hands and hoisted herself up so she could see outside. 

There in courtyard she saw proof undeniable that Betsy indeed was not lying, 
not about the parade anyway, nor about the absence of guards, for it was 
clear that every Nazi in America, every Nazi Jill would have sworn in the 
world, had to have been in that courtyard. 

It glowed with light, and all the light came from torches, each of which was 
clutched by a fervent supporter of the Fuehrer, that madman whom Jill had 
just fucked. Awesome sight! Line after line of soldier stretched back in the 
distance, thousands of them. 

Her strength could not hold out for her to watch any longer, and besides, 
the time was certainly getting late. Jill dropped back silently to the 
floor. If only it wasn't too late. 

She scurried down the corridor, found the passage downstairs, and reappeared 
in the room, a room which had lights, where she had first met Betsy. 

The woman stood up impatiently. "Where have you been?" 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was... I was... I'm sorry." 

"Don't apologize. Just hurry. Heinrich is waiting... I hope." 

Together they hurried out of the room. "Here put on this cloak." Betsy 
handed a black cloak to Jill that was identical to the one she wore. "They 
won't see us," she said. 

They hurried down dark passageways, Betsy leading the way surprisingly quick 
in the complete absence of light. "I know my way," she said. "But the doors 
are heavy. I'll need help pushing. Here." 

Both women pushed. It was strange being in total darkness pushing as hard as 
it was possible to push against an obstruction which they could not see, but 
was nevertheless there, and which if they did not move would cost them their 
lives. 

"If we are caught the penalty will be death," Betsy had warned, and in her 
bones Jill knew that this was true. 

"Why can't Heinrich come and help us push?" Jill panted. 

"That isn't possible-he must be where he is to see that the gate remains 
open, so that the other guards do not check it. We can depend on Heinrich." 

Gradually the door began to move. Jill's muscles ached and sweat rolled down 
her brow, but once the door started to move Jill redoubled her efforts. It 
swung open a few feet, but they were enough for the slim women to squeeze 
through. 

"Hurry. We must be there on time." They rushed down the passageway. The air 
grew colder and damper. Jill felt as if they were traveling through a cave. 

"Shhhh!" Betsy suddenly warned her. "We are directly underneath the Parade 
Ground-see the light.'" Speckles of light leaked from above, from a grate in 
the parade ground. Jill looked up as they proceeded slowly and cautiously on 
their way. Boots were marching overhead, heavy jackboots. She could hear 
their Nazi songs, sung out proudly and with warlike spirit. 

"Come on," urged Betsy in a hushed whisper. Jill followed, anxious to be 
away. 

There was one more door, heavier than the first, and the girls had to be 
careful as they pushed it because they were still near the Parade ground and 
if they made noise they would be immediately discovered. It was hard, but 
they finally got the door to move. Ahead of them, down the passageway, they 
saw light. 

"That's the garage," said Betsy. "We're there." They rushed ahead. Suddenly 
Jill felt rough hands on her face and she was jerked backwards in space and 
then hurled hard against the cold ground. A heavy human form came to rest 
against her, pressing violently to the earth, and when her eyes cleared she 
saw a blue eyed male face looking evil and angry staring straight at her. He 
was a Nazi. 

Jill gasped in fright. It was all over. Her doom was sealed. She started to 
cry. 

"Let go of her. Let go Heinrich," Betsy pleaded. 

"You said you would be alone," the Nazi growled, his arms still pressing her 
tight. 

"No you fool I could never open those doors alone. Let go of her." 

Reluctantly, Heinrich's arms released her. "Is the car ready?" Betsy 
demanded. 

"Can't you hear it purr?" he asked. In the stillness that followed this 
question, they could hear a car purr, a lovely sound. Then they heard 
something else. A crunching sound. Human footprints coming their way. 

"Oh my God," Heinrich whispered in a voice so low that it was almost 
inaudible. "I'll be killed! He'll hear the car! Quick, this way!" 

He lead the way into a dark alcove. It was just a cave really, murky and 
dark. 

"Keep low. Keep down. Maybe he'll figure someone just left it running, one 
of the chauffeurs, and go. Maybe." They waited. The three were crouched and 
hiding in a small muddy enclosure. Heinrich was furthest in the back, Jill 
was right in front of him, and Betsy, the most courageous and determined of 
the lot, was in the front, trying to look out into the garage and follow the 
progress of the intruder. 

"I see him," she hissed. "Just a guard. He's noticed the car, though." The 
sound of the engine died. "He's shut if off." 

Jill was frightened and tense but very excited. It was strange but 
undeniable that recently when ever she was seized by a great amount of any 
emotion, either horror, fear, or pain, it was always accompanied by sexual 
lusts. These were now growing on her again. They made the close presence of 
the male-she could feel his heavy breathing against her neck-all the more 
exciting. 

But he frightened her as well as excited her. The way he had leaped on her 
and pulled her violently to the ground, it had been sexy but also brutal. 
But her black cloak, which covered her body, now in her crouch, from neck to 
foot, gave her plenty of room to move around without being noticed. 

"Now he's looking around; he's suspicious," Betsy reported in a whisper. 

But Jill wasn't listening. Much as she wanted to escape, those thoughts were 
slowly drifting from her mind as her long and practiced fingers felt below 
her skirt and found her clitoris and cunt. She already felt herself moist 
down there, and still murky from the workout she had recently had with the 
Fuehrer. 

Her fingers only had to brush her clitoris a few times, and very lightly, 
before she really felt the excitement start to grow. It felt so good 
touching herself down there, so fine. 

"He's coming this way," Betsy warned. 

Heinrich's hands reached out spasmodically and grasped Jill's shoulders. It 
was out of tension; he needed something to hold onto. Jill paused in her 
masturbatory exertions only for a second. She was feeling too hot to stop. 

Heinrich was really acting more nervous and frightened than either Betsy or 
Jill, but that was because for days or, in Betsy's case, for much longer, 
the women had been living in imminent of danger of death and dismemberment 
and torture, while Heinrich had been one of the elite, one of the 
torturer's. For him, this danger was something completely new and strange. 
Why he was turning against the Nazis Jill did not know. At the moment she 
did not even care. All she really cared about was getting off. The danger 
they were in was getting her unbelievably excited. 

"Unhhh," she moaned in her passion, and Heinrich for the first time realized 
that she was up to something. He could feel her shoulders move rhythmically 
where he held them. He transferred his attention from Betsy's back, which he 
had been watching to gauge what she was seeing of the guard's progress in 
search of them, to Jill, the young girl directly in front of him, the young 
girl in his arms. 

"Unhh." Now it was clear what she was doing. She was jerking herself off. 
That struck Heinrich as incredible, but he also found it strangely exciting. 
He felt his own prick begin to stiffen. 

He slipped his hand down Jill's arm. She wondered what he was up to, but not 
for long. He took her hand and guided it backwards, placing it on his lap. 
She could feel his prick bulge beneath his pants. 

Jill quietly turned around. All she could see of Heinrich was a dark 
silhouette, but he leaned forward and their lips met in a hot kiss. They 
slipped together into the mud. Heinrich jammed his leg in between hers. The 
cloak opened, so his leg fit right into her crotch and he felt all of her 
warm wetness against his pants. 

Jill jerked herself as quietly as possible, but as steadily and powerfully 
as possible against his leg. Meanwhile Heinrich grabbed her tit as tightly 
as he could and began to stroke it, feeling its soft fleshiness give way 
beneath his rough handling. It really turned him on playing with her big 
beautiful tit that way. And it excited him that Jill was responding so 
quickly and forcefully, kissing him violently. He bit down hard on her lip, 
almost forgetting where he was in his passion. 

That could have cost all three their lives, of course, but Jill was smarter 
than he was. She forbore from crying out in pain. To her, the pain was just 
pleasure. The blood oozed from her lips and became a part of their kiss, 
turning them both on even more than before. 

"Now he's walking the other way. I think we're alright," reported Betsy. Her 
attention was focused so strictly on the guard's progress through the room 
that she had no idea of what was going on right behind her. 

Jill felt the orgasm build quickly in her cunt and then explode. She jerked 
and heaved and shoved herself against Heinrich. He bit down even harder on 
her lips and the blood gushed out making her come even more. His dirty hand 
reached around inside the cloak and grabbed one of her ass cheeks, bending 
and squeezing it just as hard as he could. Heinrich jammed his fingers in 
the cleft between her ass cheeks, trying to push them in as far as they 
would go. He stuck one finger into her asshole. He pushed it in as far as it 
would go, but that wasn't enough for him. With a Herculean effort he pushed 
it in even more. 

Jill almost died from this mixture of pain and pleasure, and she swooned 
away almost to a state of unconsciousness as her orgasm passed its peak and 
began its long slow descent into history. "It's OK, he's gone," Betsy said. 

CHAPTER NINE 

The car purred back to life. "Nothing can stop us now," Heinrich said with 
more courage than he had shown before his sweet little interlude with Jill. 
"We're on our way." 

Betsy was in the back seat and Jill was sitting next to him. His dick was 
out and she was stroking it up and down. 

"Why don't you cut that out," Betsy said, "and let's get going." 

"Alright," said Jill, "wait." She dropped her head immediately into 
Heinrich's lap. This was one thing that she had to do. The Fuehrer didn't 
like it, but she had a feeling that Heinrich would be different. 

He was. His head jerked back with joy and a look of pure ecstasy appeared 
across the features of his face as Jill's big mouth with its thick luscious 
lips opened as wide as it could and then closed as tightly as it could over 
his meaty dick, which was immediately engulfed by all of the hot juices of 
Jill's mouth. "Ahhh!" he moaned. 

Jill moved her head up and down along the shaft of his dick, sucking it as 
vigorously and as quickly as she could, for she knew that they had to move 
fast. 

"That's alright," Heinrich said. "We have to warm the engine up." He moved 
back and forth in the seat, shifting his pelvis to match the joy which each 
flap of Jill's tongue produced. 

She worked real hard on the tip of his dock, squeezing it between her lips 
while the tip of her tongue repeatedly licked it all over, very fast motions 
that she knew always excited the men that she tried it on. 

It worked. His cock erupted and cascades of the hot fluid shot into the back 
of Jill's mouth. She drank it all in hungrily and Heinrich shot out plenty. 
Then she sat back in her seat while the excess hot come dripped down her 
chin and cheeks and lay in big globs on her nose and lips. 

"Alright," she said happily, "let's go." 

Heinrich stuck the car in gear and drove out of the garage, not daring to 
turn on the headlights. 

It was a long underground drive from the garage to the surface. Like 
everything else in the compound, the garage was kept well-hidden. This 
secret operation was kept to tight security. 

Bright white lights suddenly appeared before them. "What's that?" Betsy 
shouted to Heinrich. 

"I don't know," he shouted back. 

Betsy picked up on the panic in their voices and she just screamed. 

Heavy boots pounded their way. Heinrich leaped out of the car and reached 
for his gun. Shots blared out, incredibly loud in the enclosed space of the 
underground tunnel. Heinrich screeched and his gun flew uselessly through 
the air. He reached up and grabbed his face, then spun as he fell, and in 
the searchlights Jill could see that his face had been blasted away. 

Ugly faces peered into the car and rough hands reached in, hauling both Jill 
and Betsy out and threw them on the ground. Boots kicked into Jill's flesh. 
Hands ripped the cloak off. Boots kicked her. Nazis surrounded her. Boots 
kicked her in the head. Betsy cursed and cried. 

Jill found herself being dragged along the rough pavement, hands on her legs 
pulling, while the rest of her body lay heavily on the asphalt as it ripped 
and roughened her once fair flesh. She passed out from the pain and to avoid 
the terror. 

But she awoke to worse terror. The parade, which she had seen from afar, was 
now quite close. She was in the middle of it. Jill looked up and realized 
that she and Betsy, who lay next to her on the ground, were the center 
piece, the center of at- tention for the whole gathering of thousands of 
Nazis, Nazis whom she could barely see because huge spotlights glared down 
at the two naked women in the center, blinding them. 

Jill shivered with the cold. The ground was freezing and she was lying 
directly against it, her limbs spread out wide to give the cold air and cold 
ground lots of room in which to spread. She tried to draw her limbs together 
and found that it was impossible. She was tied spread-eagled to stakes 
driven in the earth. 

Betsy glared over at her. "This is all your fault," Betsy hissed between 
clenched teeth. Betsy flared her nostrils out like a horse, and eyed Jill 
with pure hatred. "I would be free now... and now I am going to die." She 
laughed, a cruel inhuman laugh. "You also will die, they are going to 
torture us to death, and they are going to do it now." 

Jill felt her head reeling. This was like the worst nightmare she had ever 
had, much worse. 

The lights were suddenly turned off. It took some moments before the sun 
spots stopped revolving before Jill's eyes, but then she was about to see 
just as she was seen, and what she saw scared her to death. 

She and Betsy were staked to the ground directly in front of the main 
platform. On the platform were scores of chairs arranged in a series of 
ascending boxes. In the top box were three chairs, arranged in a pyramid. 
The man who was in the top chair she could not see, but she knew that he 
could only be the Fuehrer. 

Then he started to speak, and she knew it for sure. 

He spoke in German, slowly at first and relatively softly, but every word, 
every intonation, every hesitation and every intake of breath could be heard 
distinctly where Jill was tied and, she was sure, could be heard equally 
distinctly everywhere in the huge crowd. He was that kind of a speaker. And 
it was that kind of a sound system. But he could have done it without the 
sound system. He would have had to shout, and he would not have been able to 
speak for such a long time, but he could have done it. He was the kind of 
speaker who could have held the stars in heaven spellbound by his oratory. 

He spoke for hours, and all the while Jill and Betsy froze. They were 
directly in front of the platform, a place of honor, so they knew that they 
were going to be the next item on the agenda. After a while Betsy stopped 
staring balefully at Jill and lay still. Jill thought she was dead, died of 
the cold, but then Betsy moved a little, and moaned. 

The Fuehrer stopped speaking. The roar of the crowd, which had been 
considerable the whole while, and ecstatic at times, now approached new 
levels of devotion and crazed worship. The noise of their applause was 
deafening, and their chants were frenetic. 

Nazis were standing above the two women. A hush was over the crowd. One of 
them held a bucket. He threw back his arms and dumped its contents onto the 
quivering, dying of the cold body of Betsy, Jill's friend. Some of its 
contents splashed onto Jill, just tiny drops, but they were so intense that 
they almost made her faint. Cold water! Betsy tensed up all over and 
shrieked in pain. She had been shivering before but in a kind of dead, 
hopeless way. Now her body shivered as though it were about to shatter into 
tiny icicles. 

Betsy went into convulsions. Her body shaking and trembling like a 
convulsion, she suddenly stiffened, then shook, then stiffened again, and 
then lay still, still as death. 

Jill thought she was dead and envied her fate, because it meant that she was 
next. 

Then she saw a huge dog being led out. It was a doberman pinscher and he was 
straining at his leash. As the dog got closer Jill noticed that he had a 
huge dick. She could not help but notice it; the dog had virtually to step 
over her to get to Betsy. 

The monstrous dog, all of whose muscles were visible beneath its sleek, 
almost naked coat, its sexual muscles as well, took a lot of interest in 
Betsy, sniffing her all over, but concentrating mostly on her cunt. 
Naturally; the cunt had the most smell. He stuck his long tongue out and 
licked it. Satisfied with the taste, the dog licked it again and again. Jill 
shivered with disgust. 

For some reason the dog seemed to go suddenly wild, to become vicious. He no 
longer tongued Betsy in the cunt. He bit her. 

That's when Jill found out that Betsy was not dead. Betsy screamed with 
renewed, with reawakened pain. The dog lifted his mouth from the prostrate, 
helpless woman, and part of Betsy was in his mouth, part of her cunt, hairs 
and all, blood and skin and guts, and the dog was calmly chewing this tiny 
bit of feminine humanity, revolving it between his lips, inhuman lips, but 
lips which were trained by humans to consume and destroy other humans. 

Jill turned her head in incredible disgust and tried not to see, to forget 
that this woman who for a short time was her friend, who was the only person 
here to have treated her like a human being, that Betsy was being eaten by a 
trained dog. But she could not help hearing. The crowd was silent, entranced 
by the performance. All that Jill could hear, besides the sound of her own 
blood pounding in her veins, was the sound of the dog's teeth tearing human 
flesh. The dog lowered his head and tore into the girl's cunt again. Betsy 
screamed, and died. 

Cold water splashed over Jill. She felt as though she were an icicle, as 
though she had already froze. All power of movement left her as soon as the 
water hit. To the outer eye, Jill knew that, as Betsy before her, she 
certainly looked dead. She could not even blink her eye. The dog, she 
thought with indescribable horror, the dog comes next. With her physical 
movement entirely restricted, this gave a lot more room for her mind to 
roam, but there was only one thing she could possibly think about: the dog, 
eating her cunt, ravaging it with his long, sharp, foul teeth, eating, 
chewing, tearing. She wanted to scream but no sounds would come out. 

"Stop," she heard someone cry. "This is not the place for this... for her." 

There was an argument. Jill could not even hear it. It was as if her ears 
had frozen. All she could hear was the sound in her memory of a girl's cunt 
being eaten by a monstrous dog. 

"We need this female for other things, for better things, for worse things." 
She recognized the voice: Yes, yes, yes! It was Hans, the blonde Nazi whom 
she loved, whom she would love for ever and ever and ever. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Jill had been saved, but for what? And for how long? Hans marched her down 
the parade ground past the eyes of the soldiers, rows and rows of them lined 
up in their uniforms, shouldering their weapons, all staring at her with 
lust in their eyes, standing at stiff attention. Jill felt humiliated. She 
was naked and cold, and though she was far from ashamed of her body, now she 
was shivering and she could not control its movements. She felt their eyes 
riveted to her shaking ass. 

Hans marched her past them and took her into a small shed at one end of the 
field. 

"Here," he said. "Rest in here. It is warmer in here. Here is a blanket. 
That was a terrible thing, to try to escape. You had no chance. There is no 
escape possible from here. And because of that, one of our own men had to 
die. He was once a good man. You have not escaped punishment. It will come." 

Hans went out and left her alone. Yes, punishment would come, she knew it 
would. But it felt good to be alone, to be out of the cold wind. The shed 
was not very comfortable. It was full of crates and there was a long table 
at one end. Jill crawled up on the table and pulled the blanket on top of 
her quivering cold form, drawing her legs up near her body to conserve as 
much of her body warmth as she could, as much as was still left. 

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, tried to drown out the reality that 
she was in, tried to dream. But sleep would not come. Though she was 
exhausted and overwrought, her nerves were on edge. Fear still coursed 
through her and Jill could not sufficiently relax. 

The door burst open and soldiers poured in. They were young soldiers all of 
them and were very enthusiastic. They hopped quickly to the table and 
surrounded her. Jill peeked out past the blanket, and one look at their eyes 
revealed to her their dastardly intentions. 

No, she thought, God no. I can't take this now, not after all I've been 
through. Oh, please give me some rest. 

"So," one of the soldiers said, "you have tried to escape? Well, you have 
escaped the fate of your friend. Not very pretty, was it? Now you are alive, 
and you are ours. You might be dead, but you were saved for us, to do with 
you as we want." he laughed. His face was young but hard and cruel. His 
blonde eyebrows were thin arches and his cheekbones were high, like the 
devil's. With one movement of his strong arm he pulled the blanket from her 
body. 

The soldiers gasped when they saw her body, which they had previously seen 
only from far away, in all of it's glory. 

"Please," she cried, "the blanket. It's so cold!" 

"Don't worry about that. We will warm you up soon enough. Karl. You take her 
first. Warm her up for me. Get her juicy." 

"Ja," said Karl with alacrity. He stepped forth, a youth with dark hair and 
huge rippling muscles. He quickly stripped, dropped his clothing into a heap 
on the floor, and stood towering over Jill as she cringed on the table top. 
"I will enjoy this." he said. 

His two hands grabbed Jill's breasts and squeezed them hard, working them 
like clay. The other soldiers gathered round in a circle. Some of them 
reached out and grabbed Jill, running their rough hands over her flesh, 
pressing into her belly, rubbing her legs. One plunged his hand into her 
cunt, forcing her legs apart and feeling her crudely, lustily. 

"Get your filthy hands off her," bellowed Karl. "She's mine. You will all 
get your turn with her." Karl hoisted himself onto the table. His dick was 
already hard and firm, but he wanted it harder. He stuck it into Jill's 
face. "Suck it," he ordered. Jill had no choice. She spread her lips, 
reached for his cock with her hand, and then guided it into her open mouth. 
She pushed back on the foreskin and sucked and licked the pricks delicate 
tip. Tired as she was, she rather enjoyed sucking it. It was not a 
unattractive dick and it tasted good. Jill felt her body relax as she sucked 
on it, and the body heat from all the men crowding around the table and 
their hot breath warmed her up. 

"That's enough," he said, quickly pulling his dick out of her mouth. He slid 
down her body, positioned himself, and then shoved it in. 

Jill was already getting excited but she was still cold and her cunt was not 
ready for his massive prick. Her cunt was still somewhat dry and tight. But 
Karl did not care. In fact he liked it that way, as it provided maximum 
friction, so with a look on his face of utmost ecstasy he shoved his prick 
in as far as it would go, shoved it in the bottom and then moved it in and 
out and all around very vigorously. 

Jill's face contracted with pain as the immense organ plummeted into her. 
Her cunt walls ached. They still hurt from before and they hurt even more 
now. 

Karl's body heaved up and down on her, flattening her tits like two pancakes 
under his massive hairy chest, walloping into her slight-woman's belly. But 
after a while it became more enjoyable to Jill heaved upwards in a 
pleasurable way to meet him, but he shouted in orgasm, relaxed a moment and 
then, with military timing, pulled out. 

Jill felt shamed. All the men stared down at her with lust and mockery in 
their eyes. She knew it was evident to them all that she was growing 
excited. They all looked closely at her cunt and at her clitoris, which was 
aroused and prominent, and at her nipples, which were hard and stiff. 

It was now the turn of the first of the soldiers. He mounted her quickly and 
shoved his dick all the way. This time Jill was ready. Almost as soon as he 
began shoving it in, Jill felt the orgasm start through her. She bucked her 
body upwards, trying to cram his dick into her as far as it would go, and to 
feel all of it swim around inside of her. 

"Uhhhhh," she moaned, "Ahhhh!" 

But then she felt a sudden, sharp pain that made her jerk like a horse, 
almost as if she was trying to throw him off. She could feel that pain from 
her breast, looked down at his face and as he smiled up at her, with a 
wicked leer, she noticed that his lips were bloody. Her breast was bleeding 
profusely. He had bit her hard on the nipple. 

The pain mingled with pleasure as his dick continued to churn her insides, 
and her orgasm raised itself to new levels as Jill continued to thrash 
around on the table as if in hysterics. 

Just as she finished coming, and as the soldier's come exploded in her cunt, 
urging on the finality of her orgasm in its lustful throes, another soldier 
took his place. This one grabbed her bleeding tit and squeezed it hard, 
rubbing his hand in the blood. 

"You like punishment, don't you?" he urged her to respond, as he plunged his 
dick into her cunt. 

"Yes," she answered, truthfully this time. "Yes I do." 

"Good, because you deserve it." He plunged into her as hard as he could and 
Jill felt another orgasm rip through her, starting gradually as a soft warm 
feeling in her belly, like a bomb that was about to explode. 

"Harder," she urged. "Harder. Hurt me." 

He pulled her tit and squeezed it tightly against her chest, getting his 
fingers all covered with her blood. Then he shot his load of sperm into her 
vibrating cunt, and pulled out while she was still coming, while her cunt 
was still throbbing and aching with the need for a man's prick to be inside 
of it. 

"Ohhh," she moaned in disappointment. 

But another man was quickly upon her. They were fighting for their chance 
now, each turned on and anxious to feel his dick inside her cunt before it 
was too late, before all of his fellows had their way with her and there was 
nothing left. The shed was filling up with more soldiers as the word spread. 
As man after man climbed on, Jill lost count, and began to think that the 
Rally was over and that every soldier who was there would soon be shoving 
his hard cock into her cunt or into her mouth. 

"Suck this," a soldier shouted, and shoved his huge prick down Jill's 
throat, almost choking her. She sucked on it as hard as she could, wanting 
to make him come very quickly so that his cock would be removed and she 
would be able to breathe, but he wouldn't come. She pulled on it with her 
lips and ran her tongue all along it's thick mass, working as quickly and as 
skillfully as she knew how, but with no positive results. 

"Bitch!" the man shouted and, with his prick still buried deeply in her 
mouth, he brought his hand up and slapped her very hard in the face. Her 
whole head spun and she was unable to keep from injuring his cock. Without 
doing it on purpose, her teeth bit into his cock and she could taste his 
blood. 

He came at the same time, finally, and the river of come that poured out 
seemed like the Mississippi. Jill had to work hard to drink it all down, to 
capture the come for her belly, a belly that was already full of come, but 
she did her best. As she stood up off her mouth was a morass of blood 
mingled with come, laying in splotches all over her face, her chin, her 
shoulders and her chest. 

"Spread her legs, boys, I'm coming through." This one did not even drop his 
pants. He just pulled his zipper down and pulled down his pants. He didn't 
even climb on the table. Perhaps he thought that Jill by this time was too 
much of a mess and he didn't want to sully his body by too close a contact 
with her. He just had his buddies drag her to the edge of the table so that 
her legs hung down, then he jammed his prick into her cunt and fucked her 
while he was standing up. 

He pulled his dick out right before he came and shot his gusher of hot sperm 
all over Jill's stomach. Some of it flew up into her face as well. 

"I'll fuck her in the tits," said the next. He was an older man and his 
thick prick seemed greasy and bulbous. He clambered on top of Jill and 
grabbed her two enormous tits. The blood had dried already on the one that 
had been bitten. Jill lost track of the time, but she felt like she had been 
there for hours. 

He grasped the tits and squeezed them around his fat shaft like a warm round 
pillow. He shot his load between her tits and made them all sticky. 

Jill fell back exhausted, her head swimming. But through it all she was 
excited, her cunt throbbing. She felt like she was undergoing one long slow 
orgasm, and she suddenly erupted. No man near her for a change, but the 
pleasure ripped through her and wouldn't stop. All the men stood back and 
stared at her in wonder. 

"What a hot broad! After all we gave her! Look at her-she wants more!" 

Jill jerked and bucked and screamed and then collapsed into unconsciousness. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"You will soon see why I saved this girl on the night of the rally," Hans 
explained to the roomful of Nazi Party Leaders as the girl in question was 
lead in. "There is really something quite extraordinary about her. She has 
something to teach. I have never before seen-nor, I think you will soon 
admit, have you-seen a woman with such a positive reaction to pain. This is 
not, I emphasise, a psychomotor condition, in which the patient feels pain 
as pleasure. No; she responds to pain as pain; it hurts her; she tried to 
avoid it. But when the pain is accumulated, and when it is accompanied by 
suitable sexual-emotional stimuli-well, you will see the results yourself." 

He turned to the guards. "Prepare the patient as you have been instructed," 
he said. 

One guard lifted Jill in the air and held her like a baby, her naked body 
cradled in his big hairy arms. The other began to tie her up with a series 
of ropes that hung suspended from the ceiling. His hard hands knotted the 
ropes vigorously around her limbs, her wrists and ankles, doubling it back 
and tying it in complex patterns. Jill found her knees brought up against 
her chest and fixed there in place. She found her feet tied to her hands. 
She found herself tied into something very much like a round ball. 

Her hair hung down long in front of her face. This hair Hans himself 
grabbed, and commenced to roll it up into a ball, which he pinned together 
in a bun on the back of her head, Jill enjoyed these personal ministrations 
from the man who, for whatever reason, had saved her life, saved her from 
the grim and murderous teeth of a monstrous hound Jill now found herself 
hanging from the ceiling like a tetherball. Her ass was stuck out invitingly 
and hung the lowest part of her body to the table, whose polished length she 
floated above. Her cunt too was accessible, though not quite as easily as 
her ass. Still, she was quite obviously sexually exposed to the ten men who 
sat below her. 

She gazed into their eyes and was pleased to find that the Fuehrer was not 
among them. 

"I will now demonstrate," Hans added. "First we must note that in many ways, 
the specimen is a normal female human being. She responds to pleasure... " 
As he said this Hans placed his finger along her cunt and began to slowly 
stroke. As Jill floated so freely in the air, like being in her mother's 
womb (except for the knots) she closed her eyes and let the feeling get to 
her. She could smell Hans strong masculine scent, and feel the pressure of 
his finger delicately massaging her cunt, and then slowly rubbing her 
clitoris. She found her sex organs beginning to produce their fluids of 
lust, and she found her breath growing hard and heavy. 

"You see!" Hans triumphantly proclaimed, extending his finger to the room at 
large. "She is already getting excited! See! My finger is covered with her 
sexual juices." 

He showed his finger to each of the men sitting around the table, holding it 
for a second in front of each face. Some of the men slipped on their 
bifocals so that they could better examine the glint of the fluid in the 
room's light. 

Then Hans wiped it from his finger onto a rag, as though it disgusted him. 

"She responds equally quickly, and with proper response, to pain." 

Hans took a long pin, held it up for the men to see, and then rammed it 
heartlessly, and almost without looking, into Jill's buttocks. She screamed 
with pain. 

Hans drew his hand away from her buttocks, leaving the pin in place. The 
pain did not abate. Jill continued to whimper, and she shook about, wanly 
trying to dislodge the tool. 

"You see," said Hans. 'There is nothing equivocal about her response." 

He pulled the pin out, and a drop of blood appeared where the wound had 
been. 

"You will notice the series of welts here on her buttocks." With his 
fingers, Hans traced the various marks, the fossils of the whip. 'The oldest 
series-here," his finger traced some marks that were covered with scabs, 
"are a week old. So you see that pain does inflict its wound on her, wounds 
that heal no more quickly that do wounds on anyone. I think this 
conclusively proves that there is no physiological antipathy in this woman 
to pain, that she both experiences it and bears its scars. And yet she seems 
to enjoy it. I will demonstrate." 

He got his hand between her legs and began to play with Jill's cunt. She 
felt erotic impulses sprout among her bushy cunt and spread throughout her 
body. Hans excited her more than anyone she had ever met, and his cruelties 
only made him even more exciting. She let her body flow through the air, 
closed her eyes and just experienced the feeling of Hans' hand on her cunt 
and on her clitoris. 

"In many instances pain is close to pleasure and this is even more the case 
when the pain is associated with an organ, like the genital organ in women, 
which is designed primarily for the production of pleasure." 

Hans removed his fingers. Jill slowed down, disappointment filling her. Oh 
how she wanted and needed a cock! 

Hans displayed a device. Jill craned her neck downwards to see it. She had 
seen it before, long before. It was the mushroom shaped club with the spikes 
on the end of it! A medieval weapon of torture. She began to sweat with fear 
but her sexual excitation in no way lessened. 

"First I will excite the specimen with this end of the instrument," Hans 
said, touching the smooth end. "I will then move to the spiked end. You will 
notice that the spikes are sharp; they were recently sharpened. You will 
agree that such spikes should produce nothing but pain, especially when 
introduced into a rather narrow, albeit pliable orifice, and one which is 
very soft, moist, tender, and constructed of literally tens of thousands of 
the body's most sensitive nerve endings." 

Hans approached Jill, reached between her legs, spread the lips of her cunt 
with his fingers, and inserted the smooth end of the pole into her cunt. He 
pressed it in gently at first, working it around slowly. He wanted his 
demonstration to succeed, so he wanted to produce the utmost pleasurable 
cries and outbursts from his specimen. 

Jill only wished that instead of a pole, it was his dick that Hans was 
shoving into her cunt. Still, she was thankful for little favors, and smiled 
with pleasure as the instrument made its way up her cunt. It filled her up 
slowly, and she began to move her hips back and forth and swung through the 
air like a acrobat on a trapeze, as she moved to the sexual rhythm. 

Suddenly the smooth pole was gone. Her cunt was empty, and that was almost a 
painful sensation in itself, as she had felt herself to be just on the brink 
of a truly amazing and heartfelt orgasm. 

She felt something sharp and pointed. The Mushroom end! That large end would 
have hurt her going in even without the spikes, but with them it was 
absolute torture. 

"Ahhhh!" she screamed. 

But her screams only urged Hans on. He shoved it in more. As the mushroom 
plunged past her clit it scraped it, drawing blood which gushed out of her 
cunt and splashed down onto the table beneath her. It splashed as well onto 
some of the men who sat around the table, but they did not mind. They barely 
noticed, so intent were they on the spectacle that was occurring in the air 
above their mostly bald or grey-haired heads. Their beady eyes stared 
straight up with unabated interest. 

Jill felt like her cunt was being ripped apart forever. She tried to make it 
as wide as possible to welcome in the intruder, and to make it as moist as 
possible to let the spikes slide in as over an oil slick. And she was moist 
and she was open wide; she was excited. But the spikes still dragged 
mercilessly into her flesh, catching it and tearing it. With the flesh it 
tore nerves, and this provoked the most pain. Blood now rained profusely 
down, forming pools on the table, ruining the tables smooth finish forever. 
But no one cared, no one noticed. 

Yet as the spikes tore her cunt up, they also filled it up. The mushroom was 
a wide, hellish device, and it hurt like the devil going in, stretching the 
walls of her cunt while the spikes shredded them. But it really filled her 
up once it was already in, and it lodged there securely. 

The pain was not gone, it still hurt and burned, and Jill suffered the 
additional psychic pain of fearing that her cunt had been shredded forever 
and she would never be able to use it again. It would bleed and bother her 
forever, and be more trouble than it was worth, she thought. 

But the pain had been subtly changed and it had mixed with pleasure. Jill 
felt like she was really being fucked now. She forgot that it was just a 
cold piece of metal, and in the dim recesses of her fantasizing brain, Jill 
thought that it was Hans who was fucking her. Hans, who was so heartless and 
cruel, who would stop at nothing to hurt and humiliate her, but who had also 
saved her, who was so strong and powerful that outward tenderness would be 
womanly if it came from him, Hans who was a real man, who knew how to fuck 
like a real man, no sissy stuff, just hard driving powerful bulldog 
pile-driving lust, hammering away at Jill's frail body until she was pounded 
into dust and driven crazy by lust. 

Hans smiled as he saw her demonstration succeeding so well. The girl was 
totally lost in a world of pleasure and fantasy, just as he had predicted. 
And the leaders of the party were entranced. They could not tear their eyes 
away from the girl's aerial gymnastic, her contortions of pain and pleasure, 
and they did not even want to try. He knew he had proved his point. He knew 
they would approve of his further experiments with this specimen, who was so 
exemplary, a one-in-a-million find. The cause of science would be advanced! 

Jill groaned and cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm churned through her like 
a train through an underground tunnel. This was too good to be true! The 
ceiling shook with the force of Jill's exertions and the rope began to 
stretch. Hans looked up and saw what was happening. She was getting even 
more excited than he had hoped, than he thought possible. She was getting 
too excited. 

Hans pulled the mushroom weapon from her cunt but it was too late. Jill 
already passed the point of no return and there was absolutely no stopping 
her now. She twisted and turned as the lust rippled through her flesh and 
through her mucous membranes. The rope started to give. 

"The rope!" Hans called. "The rope is breaking! Get back! Get back all of 
you!" 

With no more warning the rope snapped. Jill's body plummeted to the table 
and smashed heavily against it. The table broke right down the middle. The 
Nazis all stood up as quickly as it could be done, but some were too slow. 
Herr Professor Stumpf was caught by the table across his nose as planks flew 
up in the air, sent there by the force of Jill's fall. 

He yelled in sudden pain as the blood flowed out of his nostrils. General 
Neibel was slammed across the knees by the table and he heard his kneecap 
crack. The pain was intense and he collapsed crying on the floor, all his 
dignity and force and masculine self-assertion suddenly gone and, in the 
eyes of his cohorts, gone forever. 

"That dumbkopf!" Hans screamed. "I told him to check the rope!" The scene 
was a madhouse. Jill quickly succeeded in struggling out of the now 
ineffectual ropes, and she immediately sought out the only thing that was on 
her mind: cock. 

General Neibel was lying prone on the floor in an attitude of pain and 
prayer. He was calling on the German spirits of the Vaterland to ease his 
pain. Jill just saw his crotch. She dived for it, lost in a crazed sexual 
frenzy. She pulled down his zipper and fished out his dick. It was small, 
but it was a dick nonetheless. Just seeing it excited her even more. 

Jill opened her mouth and closed it around Neibel's prick. It tasted so good 
that she sucked on it harder, hoping to get it hard real soon so that she 
could sit on it and feel it inside of her cunt. Ever since Hans had removed 
the tool from her cunt, Jill had felt indescribably empty and without use. 

Strangely or not. Neibel found himself responding. It was the same mixture 
of pleasure and pain that he had just examined in Jill, and now he felt it 
experimentally confirmed in himself as well. His dick was immediately 
standing high and stiff in the air. 

That was all Jill wanted to see. With a little feminine grunt of 
satisfaction she straddled the man, placed her hot quivering cunt over his 
dick, and began feeding the huge and slimy member into herself. It felt 
divine sliding in her, filling her up, mingling with the inner sex juices 
and the blood. 

Neibel pressed upwards to meet her cunt with his prong of a dick, feeling 
the pain increase in his knee as he did so, but that only turned him on the 
more. 

Jill rose and fell on her cunt, letting it all the way into her ravaged; 
still responding, still sexy cunt. She let her tits fall down heavily into 
his face, and Neibel anxiously sucked them, squeezing the nipples between 
his lips. His hands circled the girl's back and slid down to her rounded, 
punished ass, that ass which he had recently been examining for the age of 
its welt marks, and which he was now squeezing sensuously with his fingers. 
The excitement was too much for Jill to take any longer. The lust welled up 
in her until it was too much for her frail body to contain. Hans or no Hans, 
this prick felt mighty good to her. It was a German prick, and a military 
prick, and it fucked as fine as a fucking machine, as though it were 
expressly designed to provoke her sexual pleasure. Her eyes closed tightly 
and her lips emitted tiny screeches of unabated joy as the orgasm hit her, 
and her whole body trembled like an earthquake was going through it. 

Neibel felt her excitement. He felt her cunt tremble and quiver around his 
cock, clutching it as tightly and with so much precision that he thought her 
cunt must have wet little fingers inside, jerking him off. 

He shot his load of hot sperm into Jill's trembling pussy just as her orgasm 
ravaged her and laid her low, her tits grazing Neibel's chest. He could feel 
them pushing at him warmly, through his military shirt. He reached up, 
grabbed it by the collar, and ripped down the front, exposing his black 
hairy and still strong chest to the sensuous feel of Jill tits. She was 
overcome with the exertions of sex, with the excitement and with the sheer 
physical exhaustion of so much fucking, so much coming. With a long drawn 
out sigh, Jill collapsed on Neibel's chest. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

Jill was on her bunk in her new cell. It was in the laboratory building, 
where Hans had her removed to be part of his experiments into the similarity 
of pleasure and pain. At first there had been some reaction against him 
because of the ludicrous way in which his demonstration had ended. But the 
Nazis were very decent and fair about it. They knew it hadn't been Hans' 
fault, they merely killed the young soldier whose job it had been to set up 
and check the rope. 

Jill had been left alone for two days. She had been fed well and allowed to 
wash and recuperate. All that time she had done only one thing, and that was 
think about escape. Her cell was close enough to the laboratory for her to 
hear cries of pain that wafted her way from the other young women who were 
dragged in. 

One of these women had been sharing the cell with her, until she was taken 
away one day and never returned. Her screams then had been particularly 
ghastly and tortured, and Jill just shriveled up into herself when she heard 
them, thinking of the vicious doberman pinscher. 

This woman had told her something about the experiments. "If s for the 
soldiers. They want to condition them to keep fighting no matter how injured 
they are. If s for efficiency, of course. Damn them. Their wish is to turn 
people into mindless machines. So of course they want to learn how to 
neutralize pain. And the way to do that is to produce it, in us, and then 
study it." 

The day after her friend failed to return, they came for Jill. Two orderlies 
opened the cell door and gestured for Jill to follow. They could say nothing 
because their faces were totally encased in gasmasks. Jill had no recourse 
but to follow. 

They took her into a large laboratory and strapped her down on a table. It 
was familiar to Jill by now: they spread her legs, and spread her arms above 
her, shackling them down so that movement, except of her pelvis, and slight 
movements of her muscles, was impossible. 

But the rest was not so familiar. Various large machines were wheeled into 
the room and placed along the sides of the table. Electrodes dangled from 
them. The men wiped her forehead with some fluid, then dried it, and then 
connected electrodes to the sides of her temples. More electrodes were 
attached to Jill's underarms. They tickled at first but she did not giggle. 
It was much too frightening, like being in a horror movie. 

They attached and attached and attached, not just electrodes but, when they 
had gone up and down her body with these, they repeated the procedure, 
attaching tiny needles and galvanometers, all leading to dials and switches 
on the machine. They wired Jill up both to receive and to send, and then 
without saying a word they walked out of the room. 

With their movements gone, an eerie silence reigned. Jill lay there sweating 
with fear. 

She felt an itching. She wanted to scratch but could not move her hands, but 
even if she could she did not know where to scratch. The pain was not 
localized. She itched all over and nowhere at the same time. It was 
unbearable. 

And suddenly it was gone. Then it returned, only this time she knew where it 
was. It was in her cunt. She shook her pelvis briskly, hoping to shake the 
itching out. It felt like bees stinging in her cunt. 

She cried out, but the pain was suddenly gone. Oh my God, she thought. This 
is only the beginning! 

The room was suddenly hot, and growing hotter. She felt like she was in an 
oven, which was turned on, in a house, which was on fire, and her mother and 
father were sitting outside smoking hot cigarettes. The pain was 
excruciating, but also sexually exciting. Never before had Jill realized how 
getting physically hot was the same as getting sexually hot, but now the 
resemblance could no longer be avoided, she was bathed in sweat, and her 
cunt was bathed in juices. Bathed in sexual oils. As she got more excited 
Jill swayed her cunt from side to side and moved it up and down violently. 
She could not touch it with her fingers, not with anything, but she hoped by 
these wild movements to relieve some of the sexual tension that was building 
up within her. 

And it was working. Through the violent heat of the room, that was a frying 
pan, Jill felt the sexy relief flow through her, but just then, as her sex 
juices were flowing, there came a sudden spasm of pain deep down within her 
cunt, pain so intense that Jill could do nothing but immediately stop moving 
her pelvis, stop all movements whatsoever. 

As her feelings of sexual feeling abated, the pain died down. Jill lay there 
waiting for the pain to start up again, but it did not. The pain was intense 
as the heat scalded her. The sweat fell off her into pools on the floor and 
the sexy feeling would not go away. Jill had to do something about it, so 
she started moving her pelvis again, trying to stimulate orgasm. 

As the relief approached, the pain returned, only far far worse this time. 
Jill had to stop, the pain was too much for her to continue. Suddenly she 
knew what was happening: they were stimulating her with heat, and then when 
she responded they were giving her sudden pains in the cunt. They had her 
going and coming; they were provoking the sexual response, and then 
punishing her for it. It was like a classical method of stimulus training, 
except with punishment exclusively and no reward. What was their devilish 
aim? A fear clutched Jill in her belly: it could only be to make her hate 
sex, to make her blot out any sexual response, by making her identify, 
subconsciously, all sexual feeling with intense pain so that, in the future, 
when she felt sex coming on, she would be afraid of the pain, deep down in 
her subconscious where she would be unable to do anything about it. Damn 
them! 

Jill began to shake all over as some indescribable feeling that was neither 
pleasure nor pain but a weird commingling of both seized her. It was pure 
sensation, complex sensation. 

Then the pain became specific, too specific, and it kept changing. Jill 
first had the distinct feeling that shards of broken glass were being shoved 
into the flesh of her ass, and she quickly raised her bottom off the table. 
The feeling was distinct and undeniable, but she knew that no shards were 
piercing her buttocks, yet she felt them. 

Then she felt warm tiny legs running up and down on her belly. Spiders! 
Poisonous hairy spiders! The feeling was so strong that Jill could see them; 
her fantasizing was called into play by the physical sensation. Jill's skin 
crawled with terror, but then they were gone. 

They were replaced with a snake. Jill could feel his cold reptilian body 
crawl around her neck and slither down across her chest. Her eyes were 
spinning like tops, but through her tears, tears of terror and confusion, 
she could see the snake crawling down her body and heading for her cunt. She 
knew it was illusion; it had to be! The electrodes were making her feel a 
snake, and making her see a snake. But there was no snake! No! No! There was 
no snake! No snake at all! But Jill could not make herself believe that. His 
skin was green and red and blue, and it glowed like metal. She could hear 
him hiss. His head was pointing right at her cunt. He was heading into it! 

Jill revolved and rotated her cunt as vigorously as she could, trying to 
shake the snake away. She didn't even care if she got him so scared and so 
mad that he bit her. Just as long as he didn't stick his disgusting head 
into her already punished cunt. Her cunt was held open by the clips so that 
it would be easy for the snake to plunge his way through. The snake raised 
his head just as he reached Jill's cunt, and his tongue lashed out 
poisonously, and licked Jill's clitoris. 

She quivered, but the terror was mixed with pleasure. Jill could not believe 
it. Her terror and horror had in no way lessened. She had always been afraid 
of snakes, not mortally afraid of them, but scared enough so that she never 
went into a snake house in the zoo, and she certainly never wanted to touch 
one. She certainly never wanted to have anything to do with a snake in a 
sexual sense. And now the snake was turning her on by hissing at her cunt 
and licking her clitoris with his long, forked, cold tongue. 

The only possible explanation was that the electrodes were feeding sexual 
feelings straight into her brain. Yes! That was it, that had to be it. But 
God, she was turned on! 

The snake plunged his head into her cunt. It felt like a prick. Cold, and 
metallic, and snakelike, but a prick nonetheless. It was long, like a prick, 
and thick, like a prick, and it made her cry and scream with sexual release, 
like a prick. 

The snake kept going in! Jill heaved her hips up as far as she could and 
spread her legs wide to accommodate his fat and lengthy form. More and more 
of the snake fed itself into her cunt, going in head first, his tongue at 
work all the while. It flared out inside of her, licking her, licking the 
inner walls and inner recesses of her cunt as it penetrated, doing things to 
the inside of her cunt, delicate and beautiful things, that no ordinary 
prick could do. 

Just thinking about the snake inside her really turned Jill on. All the fear 
of the snake was as dead as if it had never existed. She imagined the snakes 
beady eyes, and imagined him looking at her cunt and admiring it from the 
inside, a perspective on her that no one had ever had before. Jill imagined 
that seeing her cunt from the inside really turned the snake on. For she 
knew the snake was incredibly sexually aroused; how else could he be 
provoking these intense reciprocal feelings in her? He was twisting around 
inside of her and rippling his long body rhythmically, doing everything just 
right to ex- cite her to an awesome climax. 

Jill felt it coming, felt it shake her body and tear her up inside. She 
moaned, "AHHHHHH!" and heaved and humped and moved around as much as her 
bonds would permit her. 

With a shock she noticed that the snake had disappeared completely within 
her cunt.' She no longer saw him anywhere-then just for a second Jill 
noticed his tail lashing out of her cunt, waving a bit, and then 
disappearing back inside. It was fantastic; it was frightening. But Jill had 
no time to wonder or to be afraid. She was too wrapped up in the strength of 
her orgasm. It sent her flying off into space and time. Jill was lost to the 
world and existed only in herself as her breasts danced and her belly 
twisted and churned from side to side. Her tongue lolled crazily out of her 
mouth and her eyes were staring straight back into her skull. The snake 
seemed to be chewing her up inside, really messing with every bit of her 
cunt. She felt like the snake had thousands of mouths and thousands of 
forked tongues, each of which was licking and stimulating a separate bit of 
her inner cunt, a separate cave and hidden spot, many of which had never 
been adequately stimulated before, if stimulated at all. 

"Yeee!" She screamed, as if she was on a roller coaster going down the first 
fall, but it was the last fall. The orgasm was passing. It had taken her and 
shaken her more than anything before in her life, and now it was going, 
entering history, but before it did, Jill had a sudden, horrible shock. 

The snake bit her! It bit her again and again. It was as if every mouth 
which seconds before had been licking her cunt, was now biting it. And it 
wasn't just the teeth: it was the poison which they secreted that caused the 
most intense pain. 

Jill could feel the poison flowing through her cunt, causing it to burn as 
though it were on fire, and then it hurt worse, as though it were being 
destroyed by acid. She screamed with pain, and her orgasm redoubled in fury 
as her body bucked high in the air, and then fell back, landing on the table 
with a crash that knocked all of the breath out of her and left her 
unconscious. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

It was late at night, dark and quiet in the cells that lined the corridor 
behind the laboratory. Jill was tossing in a fitful, dream besotted sleep. 
Her dreams were mainly nightmares, as were, of course, her waking hours as 
well. 

The population in this prison had been much decimated lately, until only two 
women remained in this part of the laboratory: Jill and a slightly older 
girl named Hilda. Hilda, as her name implied, was a German, but she had 
never been a Nazi. Her brother was a member of the party, and he had tried 
to get Hilda to join. But she wouldn't; though a German, she realized that 
Nazism was not natural to Germans; it was merely their national disease, 
something to be feared, loathed, and fought. 

Fight it she did. She found out about some of her brother's more gruesome 
activities in the party, and they horrified her. So Hilda decided to do 
whatever was in her power to stop the growing might of the New American Nazi 
Party before it became strong. She spoke to some of her other friends, 
hoping to recruit them into her struggle, because she knew that she would 
need a lot of help. Unfortunately, one of these trusted friends was a Nazi. 
He turned her in, and her other friends as well. 

One by one she was forced to watch as her friends were killed, tortured to 
death by various means. The sight almost destroyed her. It made her seem 
much older than she was. She was twenty-seven, her body firm and ripe, but 
her face looked forty or older, with harsh lines of worry and hatred deeply 
engraved. Her face was an adequate portrait of her mind, for she thought 
about one thing only: revenge. Death to all Nazis! 

Jill had tried to talk to her, but had gotten little response except an 
occasional bitter diatribe against the Nazis, and descriptions of what they 
had done to her friends. Neither of these topics were what Jill particularly 
wanted to hear. She had heard enough and seen enough herself; she was 
surfeited with horrors already. Still, Jill felt the inevitable tie to Hilda 
that is common to any two human beings who find themselves trapped by a 
common enemy. 

Lights suddenly came on all over the laboratory, and Jill woke from her 
uncomfortable half-sleep into frightened reality. This had never happened 
before, a night time interruption of the routine. As laboratory animals, 
routine regulated their lives. It was designed that way as part of the 
experiments, so that they would lose none of their objective scientific 
validity. Validity! Jill snorted with mockery. Still, that was the way Hans 
looked at it, and he was the boss. 

Jill heard mens' voices raised in raucous laughter and shouting, and she 
heard their heavy clumsy footsteps banging down the corridor in the 
direction of the cells. Then an unmistakable odor reached her: booze. 

Two men rounded the corner and came reeling her way. One she had seen many 
times. He was one of the guards, a simple lackey, too stupid to rise any 
higher in the Nazi hierarchy than to be a stooge and a night watchman. 
Still, he was a healthy animal with a big dumb, open face, broad shoulders, 
narrow hips, a thin belly, and muscular arms. Jill found it amusing and even 
a little stimulating-in a physical sense-to watch him sweep up at night, 
after Hans and the doctors and the lab assistants had left. 

But now he was drunk, totally plastered, almost bumping into the walls in 
his progress down the hall. That made him look disgusting and dangerous. His 
big muscles were now free of all inhibitions, and Jill feared that he was 
capable of doing anything. She knew that Hans had given strict instructions 
that the women were not to be annoyed in any way, and that to the Nazis 
strict instructions are to be obeyed strictly or the penalty can be death. 
But the guard-she had heard him called Willy-was obviously too far gone to 
worry about any of that. 

His companion was a grossly fat man, much older and obviously someone higher 
up in the Nazi party. He was even drunker than the guard, and as Jill 
quickly sized up the situation, he was the instigator of this little party. 
She could see it now: Let's go get those women, the Fat Man had said. Women? 
Willy had queried. Yeah, you know which women, the Fat Man had replied, 
filling Willy's glass. 

Here they were, and a pretty picture too! Only- what might they do to two 
helpless women? Jill shivered. They were opening her cell. 

"Come on out, come on out," urged Willy. "Come on. If s time to come out." 

Jill tried to talk some sense into him. "Go away Willy. You're drunk. If you 
do this it will be big trouble for you. Think what Hans will say!" 

"Hans! I don't care about Hans," then he hesitated, thought, an came out 
with a triumphant, "Let Hans suck my cock!" 

The Fat Man was already inside the cell. He grabbed Jill with his pudgy 
hands and began mauling her like a lion. His hands felt her and grabbed her 
and ran all over her body. All she had on were the clothes they had given 
her, the only clothes they allowed her: a regulation robe, which tied around 
her with a soft belt. The Fat Man pawed his way past the robe and quickly 
got his greedy hands onto Jill's soft flesh, which felt warm and good to him 
so he kept on pawing it. 

Jill tried to push him away, but even though he was so drunk that he was 
spinning from side to side, he was still very strong. He must have weighed 
three hundred more pounds than Jill, so it really wasn't a very fair fight. 

"Get your dirty hands off me," she said. He just laughed. Meanwhile, Willy 
sauntered down the cell block until he came to Hilda's cell. She lay on her 
bunk and stared at him malevolently without moving, as though she were a 
lioness getting ready to spring. 

"Come along, my pretty," he said. "We have need of you." He opened the cell 
and went in. 

Sure enough, Hilda leaped on him. This was the moment she was waiting for, 
the moment when she got a Nazi all alone. Usually, they were around her in 
packs, so if she jumped one, the rest would be able to haul her off and beat 
her as punishment. But now! She leaped on him so quickly that Willy keeled 
right over and fell to the floor with a raging German woman on top of him. 
Hilda went after his life immediately, trying to kill him quickly, no 
hesitation whatsoever, no qualms. 

While Willy lay there stunned, she dived at him, her lips seeking his 
jugular vein. Like a jungle beast she fought, and tried to kill. But Willy 
slapped her with his hand, and that deflected her for a second from her 
goal. If he hadn't hit her, her teeth would have found the mark and sunk in. 
Again she went for him, but he was struggling up, fighting for his life, and 
screaming at the top of his lungs. 

"Help! Help!" She flattened him to the ground and her lips opened wide, 
teeth protruding like a vampire. 

The Fat Man heard the pathetic screams of his companion. His hands let go of 
Jill and he ran down the cell block to the rescue. His immense mitts grabbed 
Hilda and hauled her off the prostrate body of the guard, and he flung her 
violently across the hall. Her body came to rest with a sharp crash against 
the wall. The wind was knocked out of her, so Hilda was temporarily quiet, 
stunned. 

"Ach!" said the Fat Man. "These bitches are no good. No good-but exciting. I 
like them. But I am afraid we will have to tie them up." 

"You're right about that," said Willy. He looked down at Hilda, and his eyes 
were still not without fear. "She's an Amazon. You can have her." 

"You will have her too, my friend," said the Fat Man. 

He bent over Hilda and put her in a head lock, a full nelson, wrapping his 
arms around back of her shoulders, and clapping his hands together behind 
her head. In this uncomfortable position he dragged the girl into the 
laboratory. 

Willy approached Jill in her cell, but more cautiously this time. He held a 
gun on her, but his hand still trembled. 

"Get up," he intoned. "Come with me." Jill had no choice but to obey. She 
led the way into the laboratory, the gun never more than inches from her 
back. Hilda was already on the table, her hands and legs tied down and her 
body spread-eagled for easy access to her cunt. Her robe lay on the floor. 
Willy gestured with his gun to the table next to Hilda's. 

"All right you," Jill got the message. She climbed up. 

"Filthy swine!" yelled Hilda. "Listen to my words and mark them well. Both 
of you men die. Tonight! Tonight I will kill you both! You will die in 
misery, cursing your fates!" 

The men both laughed. They were both working busily to tie Jill down and 
feeling very pleased with themselves. The Fat Man put his heavy hand on 
Jill's breast, flattening it against her chest, and then letting it bounce 
back up. He did this a few times, admiring the resiliency of that part of 
her body. Jill's breasts were much bigger than Hilda's, though Hilda's too 
were larger than the ordinary. Still, the Fat Man, with all the flesh of his 
own, seemed inordinately attracted to Jill's immense melons. 

"This one for me," said the Fat Man. "You take the tigress first." Willy 
hesitated. He glanced over at Hilda fearfully. She lifted her head from the 
table and snarled at him, showing her teeth, and allowing a thin trickle of 
spittle to flow from between her lips. Willy hesitated. 

"Go on," said the Fat Man, as he removed his boots and let his pants drop to 
the floor. "She can't hurt you when she's tied up." 

That was true advice and it gave Willy heart. He stood up straight like a 
new man, kicked off his boots, dropped his pants, and advanced on the naked 
snarling woman. The Fat Man was on top of Jill and he was fondling her cunt 
with his fingers. Grotesque as the man was-his fat belly dropped over his 
genitals like a sack of flour-his attentions to Jill's cunt were having an 
effect. She was getting wet, and the thought of cock was doing the rest. His 
cock was already standing up stiff and strong, and it was almost as fat 
around as he was. Its girth amazed Jill and excited her. It would feel great 
sliding in between her pussy lips. 

Jill raised her buttocks off the table and rotated them in the air. "Do it," 
she whispered. "I'm hot for you." 

"Ah yes," he beamed. He aimed his cock, and jammed it straight into Jill's 
cunt. But it was hard going because it was so big, and Jill's cunt was still 
a little bit dry. So he grabbed her by her shoulders, rubbing his gross 
heavy and very hairy chest against Jill's tremendous, squishy tits, and 
shoved again as hard as he could. The prick went in, but still not all the 
way. She he shoved once more with all his power, and again and again, until 
his dick was buried to the hilt in Jill's cunt. 

She wheezed with the pain of the immense dick shoving into her dry cunt. It 
hurt her but it felt good. As it moved around Jill's cunt began pumping out 
the necessary-fluids, and the more fluids that came the better it felt. Soon 
the Fat Man was buck- ing up and down, driving his monster cock into Jill's 
cunt with the ease of a snake crawling into his hole. 

Willy sat astride Hilda, his hard dick waving in the air in front of her. 
She had beautiful lips, not as juicy and thick as Jill's, but incredibly 
sexy nonetheless. Her mouth was large and highly expressive. It moved around 
a lot, and that really turned Willy on. He really wanted to feel those lips 
around his cock, but he wouldn't dare stick it in her mouth, for he knew as 
a fact that she would bite it off. 

That thought infuriated him. How could she thwart his pleasure so? It really 
made him mad, real mad, madder than he had ever been. He raised his hand 
high in the air and his eyes glowed with fury. Then he slapped her, and 
Hilda's once sweet and innocent face was hurled violently to the side. Her 
ocean blue eyes bounced in her head like marbles. 

He slapped her again and her head rolled the other way. Hilda looked at him 
with cold hatred. He kept on slapping her until her face was bloody and 
then, unable to control himself any longer, the sperm shot out of his dick 
and ran all over Hilda's face, mingling with the blood. 

Hilda licked it off her lips, and let her long tongue explore as much of her 
face as she could reach, licking up Willy's come. "That's you I'm eating 
Willy. Just like I'm going to eat you for real, later. I'm going to eat your 
flesh and drink your blood." 

"Fuck you, bitch!" Willy stuck his hand into her cunt. He was surprised to 
find that it was wet, which meant that she was turned on. He grabbed her 
clitoris between his two fingers and squeezed it, softly at first, just to 
watch the expression on her face. Yes! There was real pleasure in it, 
turning gradually to pain as he squeezed harder and harder. He twisted the 
little piece of female genital flesh in his fingers, until he saw sweat pour 
out of her forehead, and there was no more pleasure in her eyes, only 
incredible pain. He wanted to make her scream, but no matter how hard he 
squeezed, she wouldn't scream. 

The Fat Man rolled and tumbled on top of Jill and his weight was oppressive. 
He made no attempt to support his weight on his elbows or anything like that 
which might have made it more comfortable for Jill. Rather, he seemed to 
derive a good deal of his pleasure from letting all of his gross fatness 
crush and suffocate her, while his fat dick kept churning in and out of her 
cunt. Jill found it hard to breathe as his fat kept ramming into her mouth 
and as his massive weight crushed down on her chest so that her lungs could 
not work properly. Her belly ached from the tremendous weight laying on it 
and her arms were turning black and blue from the way his body kept on 
hitting violently against them. 

But still she was in throes of ecstasy. What a dick! It filled her as dick 
had never done before. It made her feel that there was not one part of her 
cunt that was not absolutely filled to surfeit with massive, hard, manly 
cock. She lacked nothing! There was almost an overabundance of cock and it 
was driving her wild. 

"Unhhh!" he moaned in her ear, "Ahhh!" and it sounded like an explosion. As 
soon as Jill felt what seemed like gallons of boiling sperm inundating her 
cunt, like the Great Flood, she too commenced her orgasm. The table was 
heaving up and down like Noah's Ark in the heart of the storm, and there was 
so much weight on it that it was starting to buckle in the middle. Jill's 
eyes spun and she almost blacked out as her cunt shot off, like pop pop pop, 
little guns going off all through her body. When the Fat Man finished coming 
he collapsed like a dead heap of slowly breathing mankind, right on top of 
Jill. 

If someone had walked into the room then he would have seen the Fat Man 
apparently asleep on a bent table, and never would have guessed that there 
was a woman lying underneath him. 

Willy tapped him on the shoulder. "Time to trade," he said. The Fat Man 
smiled down at him indulgently. 

"Gladly." The Fat Man approached Hilda. She spit at him. "Come, my dear. You 
might enjoy this." He felt her cunt. "Yes, I think you will. You are 
excited?" 

"I'm excited by the thought of killing you." Hilda spit out. 

"I might say the same about you. But first, I want to do this." The Fat Man 
climbed on top of the table and straddled Hilda's naked form. His dick 
dangled over her face. 

Good, she thought. He's going to have me suck it. I'll suck it; but it will 
be the last thing anyone ever does with his cock. 

It wasn't hard. The Fat Man grasped the cock between his fingers and started 
to piss. The piss flew down into Hilda's face, landed in a hot yellow stream 
on her lips and on her chin and her cheeks, and sprayed up in a fine mist. 
Hilda could not help herself. The warm fluid hit her like a catalyst. She 
opened her mouth wide, her big beautiful, multiform mouth, and let the piss 
right in, drinking it down. Her tongue licked up the rest from her lips and 
chin when he was through. The Fat Man laughed and rubbed the piss around her 
face with his hands. Then he gave her his fingers to suck. She sucked them, 
and then she bit. 

"Ouch!" he screamed. He lifted his finger to examine it and blood poured 
out. It was a deep cut. Her teeth were sharp and she had bitten down with 
surprising strength, evidence of a real will to hurt. 

"You are dangerous," the Fat Man said. 

Willy too was wild about Jill's tits. He climbed on top of her, placed his 
dick between those two gorgeous mounds, and started fucking her between the 
tits, squeezing their fleshy smoothness around his dick and shoving it back 
and forth with increasing frequency as he felt the climax build. 

Jill wished that he was fucking her cunt, but she enjoyed watching the head 
of his dick as it aimed its tip at her face and as it grew redder and 
warmer. When ever it came into contact with her nipples Jill found herself 
growing hot, but it didn't do that often enough for her real pleasure. 

When Willy shot his load it all came flying her way and landed in her mouth, 
on her chin, and all over her face. Lots of come creamed all over her tits 
too. She eagerly lapped it from her face, wherever her tongue could reach, 
and Willy's skinny hands rubbed it into her tits, paying especial attention 
to her nipples, which he massaged slowly and repeatedly. This really turned 
Jill on and she let Willy know it. 

"That feels real good," she said, "Do it some more." 

Willy was still really not to get sucked off, and from Jill's behavior he 
thought that she might be agreeable, so after rubbing her tits for a while 
and watching her grow hotter and hotter and start to move more and more 
convulsively, he placed his dick above her mouth. 

She reached up for it and he sunk down and sighed with unfeigned relief as 
Jill's hot mouth and thick lips closed over the top of his cock. She sucked 
it vigorously, making lots of slurping noises, licking him all over with her 
tongue. Willy reached behind him, placed his hand in her twat and started 
playing with her pussy. 

That drove Jill wild. She started heaving her buttocks high in the air and 
wiggling like a fish that had just been hauled from the ocean and thrown in 
the bottom of a boat. 

Her sexy actions turned Willy on even more, so he started ramming his cock 
into her mouth as though he was fucking a sheep, just in and out, in and 
out. It was hard for Jill to keep up with this, but she did her best, 
swirling her lips around his dick in liquid patterns that really got to 
Willy. His sperm swelled up in the head of his dick and without any warning 
it all came shooting out. It sprouted from Jill's mouth like oil from a 
sudden gusher, falling down onto her face, into her eyes, all over the 
table. 

"Suck it more," he moaned. "Suck all the come out of me. Yes! That's right. 
Now lick it all up. Yeah! Dry me off so I can come again." 

Jill did as she was told. It's what she would have done even if she wasn't 
told. She knew how to suck cock and needed no advice from anyone on that 
subject. 

Abruptly, Willy stepped off of her and began strutting around the room. 
Damn, Jill thought. These Nazis have fine cocks but they have no 
consideration. They do nothing to get me off! 

She rotated her cunt in the air slowly, feeling the warm air currents of the 
room blow past, and mingle with the juices of her cunt. 

"Oh Willy," she said in as seductive a voice as she could muster under the 
circumstances, strapped down as she was and all, "Oh Willy, come here again. 
I've got more for you. Why don't you stick your hard wonderful cock right in 
her?" 

He looked at her with surprise. "Listen. I'll do the commanding around 
here." 

"Satisfy the lady, Willy," the Fat Man said, after climbing off Hilda. After 
she had bitten him he got mad, and he rained down blow after blow into her 
face, until the poor girl lay there bloody, and totally unconscious. 

"I'll help you," he added. There was anger in his face, and something crazy 
too. Jill suddenly felt very frightened. He strode over to her, and his 
heavy legs hit the ground like jack-hammers, causing it to shake. Maybe it 
was just Jill who was shaking, but to her it felt like the whole room. 

"Satisfy the lady! She wants cock. What, your cock isn't ready? Well, she 
needs it, she needs something. Let's see... " his eyes traveled around the 
room and Jill trembled. As he stood his own cock grew large and stood up 
stiffly. Jill wanted it; she wondered why he was looking for anything else 
when that immense tool was hard and willing. 

"Ah," he said, "This should do it!" He stalked back carrying an instrument 
which Jill had never seen before, though she thought she had seen them all. 
Its shape immediately grabbed her interest because it was shaped like a 
dildo, like a prick. But it scared her too, because there was a long cord 
attached to the end of it and it was glowing brightly with an unearthly 
shade of red. He handed it to Willy. "Shove it in," he said. "I'll make sure 
she likes it." The Fat Man bent low over Jill and started sucking vigorously 
on her tits, taking as much of each tit as he could into his immense, 
gluttonous mouth, a mouth wide enough to swallow whole turkeys, which it 
undoubtedly had. 

'Willy shoved the instrument into Jill's cunt and it went in easily because 
she was so excited and wet down there. She just spread her knees a little, 
grunted with pleasure, and let it slide right in until it disappeared 
totally within her and Willy's hand followed. Jill shivered with delight and 
swerved around on the table in throes of joy, letting the artificial prick 
drive her wild. 

The Fat Man stopped sucking her tits and walked off. Suddenly she heard him 
cry, "Get your hand out of there Willy," and Willy immediately pulled his 
hand out and jumped a few yards across the room. Jill heard a loud buzzing 
noise and then she felt as though she were lighting up like a Christmas 
Tree. 

Her body felt like it was exploding, like electricity was running, not 
through it, but into it and staying there. This was no electricity going 
through her. It was doing something to her. Jill felt like the whole atomic 
and molecular structure of her body was changing, being altered by these 
fiends for some reason known only to themselves. 

"Stop!" she cried. "Please stop!" But her body kept shaking so it sounded 
like, "Sto-o-o-p- Pleeeeze... Stopopopopopopop!" 

The Fat Man and Willy broke out into loud laughter. The shaking was doing it 
to her. The fluids were running out of her body, coming out of every orifice 
like wet rats running from a sinking ship. Her cunt was sending out gusher 
after gusher of sex juices. Her eyes watered and her ears dripped pus. Spit 
ran from her mouth and welled up in her throat like hot springs. It came out 
of her nose as well. Then she felt hot wet shit drip out of her ass. 

"Stop! Stop! What are you doing to me?!" 

They just laughed all the more and slapped each other on the back, almost 
falling to the floor with laughter. Willy's dick was now as hard and as 
stiff as the Fat Man's and he wanted to do something with it. Jill of course 
was out of bounds but Hilda was still there. He leaped on top of her body 
and thrust his dick into her cunt and started banging away. He rose and fell 
on her full chest, sweating and swearing like a maniac. 

"Had enough my dear?" queried the Fat Man. But Jill couldn't answer. 
Everything was happening to her, more sensations than she had ever before 
felt at one time, as all the passages, all the entrances and exits of her 
were simultaneously exploding. Her orgasm grabbed her suddenly and sent her 
reeling up and down so that the table almost broke beneath her. 

The Fat Man wanted a piece of this action. He raced across the room to where 
the controls were and shut them off. The machine inside Jill's cunt stopped 
buzzing. Her body was no longer full of mysterious electrical forces. All 
was quiet. She collapsed on the table, apparently dead. 

The Fat Man had another idea, a real killer of an idea. He wanted to see her 
body wet, he wanted to see her body floating in the water, in deep water, 
water running into her orifices where her body fluids had just run up. He 
wanted to see her body bloated with water, water running down her throat, 
water not drowning her, not yet, but filling her up, bloating her belly, 
making her legs fat, her arms like balloons, making her suddenly explode! 

It could be done. There was a room here, here in this marvelous superhuman 
laboratory, where such a thing would be possible. What a thrill! 

He came back and untied Jill. She still lay apparently unconscious. There 
was no movement in her body, not a flicker of an eyelash, no sign of life 
save for a small pulse and her tits heaving slightly upwards with her pained 
breathing. 

The Fat Man heaved the unconscious girl across his shoulder and started 
carrying her across the room, panting with the unaccustomed exertion. The 
water treatment! He carried Jill into a nearby laboratory and flung her into 
a tub. 

The jerk woke her up. Jill slowly opened her eyes and quietly, without being 
observed, watched the Fat Man begin the preparations for what he planned as 
Jill's tortured death. Jill didn't know what he was doing, but it frightened 
her anyway. He was attaching hoses and dials, monstrous appendages that 
carried flowing water, thick bulbous tubes. When the Fat Man turned around 
Jill closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt something at the 
entrance of her cunt, something big and round and cold. It was painfully 
cold. After the treatment which Jill's cunt had just received, it was in a 
state of curious excitation and it was particularly susceptible to changes 
in pressure and temperature. The feeling of cold made her jump, but just a 
little, because she wanted to hold it in, to make the Fat Man think that she 
was still unconscious. That way he wouldn't tie her up. The last thing Jill 
wanted was to be tied up, for she had decided, finally and positively, that 
she was going to escape from this torture tonight, escape or be killed 
trying. 

She felt the long hose being shoved into her cunt, past the labia and into 
her inner regions. Despite herself Jill felt pleasure. 

The feeling was exquisite. As Jill was forced by circumstances, the Fat Man 
leering with unholy joy and staring into her face, to keep her eyes closed 
during this whole procedure, a dream state, a half-awake state combined of 
daydream and sensual imagining, was easy to come by. It slowly took over her 
mind, and while it did not succeed in wholly driving out and replacing 
Jill's fervent desire to escape, it did succeed in temporarily lessening the 
force of that decision, and replaced it instead with pure animal bliss. 

Jill did not yet know that the warm fluid which was now circulating with so 
much vigor and sensuality through her cunt would soon be pouring in through 
all of her bodily orifices. 

The way the water ran through her cunt Jill felt that she was a fountain in 
a public park, though a rather lewd public park. The water gushed out of her 
cunt and flowed all over her body. Soon her tits were wet, caressed by the 
warm fluid. The nipples grew stiff under the sexual yearnings which the 
water provoked. The water flowed all around her and began to fill up the 
tub. Jill's tits floated on the water, the two immense globes like two balls 
floating downstream. 

Jill felt hands on her tits, and despite her best efforts, she could no 
longer maintain the fiction of being unconscious. The hands squeezing her 
wet tits were too much of a turn on. Jill moaned softly, and opened her eyes 
slowly, looking down at her tits. She saw a huge hand fondling them, first 
one and then the other, squeezing the nipples between its fat fingers, and 
then cupping the breasts, letting the flesh flow out between the fingers as 
the hand pressed and molded the tit like clay. Then she looked past the hand 
at the Fat Man, and noticed a horrible expression on his face that 
immediately frightened her and erased any good feelings in her body, 
replacing them with abject terror and fear for her life. 

It was that kind of murderous expression, and in his other hand the Fat Man 
held another tube, and it too spouted hot water. Jill tried to struggle up, 
to fight him off, but he was too much for her. The hand that was on her tit 
tightened its grip until her poor tit ached with the pain of being squeezed 
and twisted. And then he shoved her backwards, pushing her down into the 
deep water. It covered her chin, her mouth, her nose, her forehead. 

Jill struggled like a wild beast, knowing that if she failed she would 
immediately drown. Her desperation gave her strength enough to get her head 
above water, but she was still in his grip, still in his power. The Fat Man 
was just toying with her. He laughed a heavy laugh that came from somewhere 
deep inside of him, and as he laughed there was no mirth on his face and 
neither his lips moved nor his cheeks. It was a dead laugh. 

The water gushed into her cunt now with much greater force and Jill no 
longer felt any pleasure in it. It was no longer like a cock but more like a 
machine that was dredging her cunt like a harbor. It hurt. The hot needles 
of water, getting hotter every second as the water ran faster and faster and 
under greater and greater pressure, hit her cunt with painful effect, 
feeling like shot needles shooting deep into the soft inner flesh of her 
cunt. And the water burned like boiling oil inundating her cunt. 

Jill squirmed with pain and cried out loudly, but it was no use. She 
suddenly realized this was it for her. This pain was too intense to be 
anything but the pain of death. Unless she got out of the tub quick, Jill 
knew that she would die in it. 

"Please," she cried, "No! Don't! Anything! But turn off the water! On! It's 
eating me up! Oh!" 

Her words were no use. She didn't think they would be, but Jill could not 
stop herself, could not stop screaming out with pain and torment. The pain 
demanded some release, and her voice was all that remained to her. 

Then the Fat Man plunged the other hose into her mouth. Hot water cascaded 
into her mouth, burning her tongue, singing the smooth inner skin of her 
throat, making her teeth chatter. Her nose ached, her whole head swirled 
with the pain of the hot water coursing into from both ends now. 

She opened her mouth wide to let the water flow right out, and she tried to 
close up her throat so that it would not flow down inside of her. Jill did 
not know what the Fat Man's ultimate aim was by this water torture, but she 
instinctively realized that the water was tearing her apart. She felt it 
pushing with unbearable pressure against the walls of her cunt, like a fire 
hose being shot into her, and she felt that her cunt was about to ripped 
apart, that the water was going to flow past the destroyed walls of her cunt 
and start filling up her whole belly, her whole body. And now she felt that 
unless she stopped it, the water would flow down her throat with the same 
intense and mechanical force, and fill her up from that end as well. She 
would explode! 

But she couldn't keep her throat closed. She could not keep the water from 
flowing down into her. It pressed past her teeth, almost blasting them 
apart. It immersed her both inside and out, huge gushes of water, like 
geysers, forcing their way through her, as though Jill was just a lifeless 
pipe, a water main in some small city. It was as though a dam had burst and 
was flowing right through her. The water was unstoppable. It was everywhere. 
It was everything. 

Her cunt suddenly exploded in wave after wave of orgasm. Her whole body 
responded to the hot water that was flowing through her in a totally 
non-psychological, purely physiological way. Jill knew that the water was 
going to kill her if it did not turn off, but her body didn't All it knew 
was that hot fluids were descending on it, caressing it, doing things to it 
which it had never felt before. 

Jill's body shuddered in the water as though an electric current were 
passing through it. It was as though a new, magical power had gripped her. 
Jill's body took over. All fear was gone, replaced by sensual, bodily 
ecstasy But her body too had a sense of self preservation, and her body was 
strong, stronger than Jill knew. In the midst of its orgasm, as wave only 
feeling, her arms struck out, wildly and violently, swinging up and to the 
side. They rammed into the side of the Fat Man's head. They set his ears to 
ringing with pain. Infuriated, the Fat Man turned up the pressure on the 
nozzles. He expected Jill's body to be immediately burst asunder, but she 
was made of sterner stuff than the Fat Man had imagined. 

Her legs kicked out, made contact with the Fat Man and knocked him from his 
perch on the side of the tub. As he fell, the hose fell with him. He hit the 
hard tile floor with a crash, made worse by his exorbitant weight, and the 
hot water from the hose began to run over him. He howled in pain and 
struggled to his feet, but the water made the floor slippery, so he fell, 
with another huge crash. 

With the water no longer flowing through her mouth, and with her orgasm 
coming to an end, Jill looked up, and no longer saw the Fat Man heaving his 
weight on top of her. Her soul immediately lightened. She saw a chance, a 
good chance, that she might live. And also, and perhaps more importantly, 
that she might escape. 

Swiftly, Jill got to her feet, wrenching the hose from her cunt. The hot 
water still all around her, but after all the punishment she had been 
through, Jill was virtually impervious to pain. She felt herself very 
strong, strong with an almost superhuman force. And she wanted to escape! 

The Fat Man struggled up, fighting his way up from the slippery floor, 
trying to get his hands out of the hot water that was scalding them. Jill 
looked on him with sudden hatred as her body stood over his, her legs spread 
wide, her hands on her hips, her breasts standing out proudly from her 
chest. Sneering at him, Jill kicked him in the shoulder with her foot. Down 
the Fat Man went, and he groveled at her feet. The hot water was getting 
hotter every minute and his hands, soft and pudgy from years, from a whole 
lifetime, of easy living, of eating and not working, of sensual excess, were 
being eaten away and blistered. 

Jill was suddenly seized with an inspiration. She noticed how much pain the 
hot water was causing the Fat Man and realized that he was particularly 
susceptible to heat. The passion for revenge inflamed her. She wanted to 
punish all of the Nazis for the pain they had caused her, but as the Fat Man 
was the only Nazi within her reach, he would have to do. She seized the 
other hose, through which scalding water was still pouring out, faster and 
faster every second, and thus hotter and hotter. As she picked up the hose a 
bit of the water, just a few drops, flowed for an instant over Jill's 
fingers and she yelped with pain. Her fingers turned beet red where the hot 
water had touched them. Jill realized that if this hose were still inside of 
her now she would surely be dead. That thought made her even madder, and put 
her resolve for revenge into immediate action. 

Jill grabbed the hose and brought it down to the Fat Man's face. He was 
still slipping and sliding on the hot floor, trying to get up but totally 
unable to do so because whenever he touched the ground and tried to push his 
way up, he either slipped, or was burned. 

With vengeful glee Jill aimed the hot spout at the Fat Man's eye. The water 
flowed into it. He screeched with unbearable pain and the sound of his 
screaming was like the last torments of the dead. His eye turned red, all 
red, as the bloodshot lines spread out and became patches, and then became 
the whole eye. 

The Fat Man's one remaining eye glared up at Jill balefully. She directed 
the hose at it too. There was no mercy in her. She was a cold-blooded Nazi 
killer now, and felt like she had always been one. As she tormented the Fat 
Man, the pleasure was so intense and so, somehow, familiar, that it seemed 
to Jill that she had been tormenting and killing Nazis her whole life. The 
intensity of the experience was blotting out her whole past, and this 
present moment now seemed to be it, to be forever. 

He howled with pain as the water ran in and around his eye, and then he saw 
no more. Jill's cunt was burning with lust. The excitement was intense, but 
it did not disable her, as her excitement had always done before. Now, her 
sexuality had the opposite effect. It made her more efficient, more aware of 
everything that was going on around her. Her sexuality made her a killer. 

The Fat Man blubbered around helplessly on the floor, cursing Jill and all 
her race and reaching out for her with his fat helpless hands, hoping to 
strangle the life out of her. 

Jill laughed. Little chance he had! 

"Damn you! Jewish bitch! Scum! Cunt!" His open mouth seemed so obscene that 
Jill could do but one thing. She directed the flow of the scalding hot water 
into his mouth. The water was now so hot that as soon as it hit the air it 
turned to boiling steam. The steam shot into his gaping, screaming, loud 
mouth, and then his mouth was quiet, quiet like the grave. But he still 
screamed! 

Again she hosed him. The Fat Man was crawling about on all fours, like a 
dog. The hot water shot all over his hand. It raised into the air and 
jerked, as if by its own volition, as the skin turned bright red and then 
began to peel off. The sight excited Jill even more. Her cunt began exuding 
warm fluids of lust. But she did not forget what her purpose was. The sexual 
feeling only increased her wrath against the Nazis. The sexual feeling was 
her wrath. 

She poured the hot fluid against his other hand, and he fell onto the floor 
as his hands could no longer support his weight. He heaved himself up, until 
he was kneeling before her in a state resembling supplication. But Jill's 
heart did not go out to the Fat Man. She just remembered all she had 
suffered, all that others like her had suffered. And she remembered the 
tales she had heard from her mother about the Nazis in Germany, and she 
realized that the Fat Man was undoubtedly one of those Nazis. Now she 
finally believed all of her mothers stories, believed every word and every 
letter of them. How she believed! And now she wanted to make the Nazis pay 
for all of their heinous crimes. 

The water shot down all over the Fat Man's fat head. His ears turned bright 
ruby red. His hair scalded away. He screamed and screamed but no sound came 
out. His tongue was no longer operative, but he could not stop screaming, 
silently, with great pain. The Fat Man pitched forward and lay prone on the 
floor, twitching. Within moments, during which Jill watched him closely 
while exquisite thunderbolts shot throughout her body, he was dead. 

Suddenly Jill remembered Hilda. "Hilda!" she called, dropping the hose and 
running frantically into the other room. There she saw a strange scene. 
Willy was on top of Hilda, his body laying across hers, his prick seemingly 
buried in her cunt. But he was not fucking her, he was not grunting with 
ecstasy, he was not moving his hips back and forth, his ugly hands were not 
caressing and kneading and tormenting Hilda's flesh. He was not moving at 
all. 

Jill ran up close and then she saw Hilda looking at her. Hilda's eyes were 
wild, happy, satisfied, proud. As Jill got closer she saw a stream of blood 
flowing out of Willy's neck. She knew why he was not moving. He was dead. He 
would never move again, until he was pursued by the Angles of God. 

"I couldn't reach him with my hands," said Hilda, slowly and softly but with 
evident pride, "so I got him with my teeth. What a fool he was! He thought I 
was helpless!" Here her eyes clouded over a little with the glorious memory. 
"God how I came! He thought he was making me come, but it was only 
anticipation. And then, as he buried his head against me, and he pumped 
furiously away, running his dick into me as hard as he could, and I bucked 
my pelvis up to receive his cock, and plunged my teeth into his neck-it was 
the most fantastic orgasm I've ever experienced! When his blood gushed out! 
It was heavenly! It was fantastic! The Nazi swine! I wish I could kill them 
all! Eat them up and spit them out!" 

Hilda spit some of the Nazi's blood from her mouth. Her whole face was 
covered with the warm red fluid. 

Jill bent over her and undid the knots that held her against the table. 
"Come on," Jill said. "We've got to get out of here. This is our chance. 
With Willy dead, there will be no guard until the change of shift." 

"I'm ready," said Hilda. "Let's go." 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

It had been relatively easy to get past the laboratory and into the main 
yard of the camp. It was eerie being outside, for the first time in what 
seemed like weeks. It had been easy to lose track of time while locked up. 
The two young woman were dressed in some black robes they had found in the 
laboratory. Of course everything had been made much easier by the use of 
Willy's keys. 

The night was cold and it whipped up between their legs, up under their 
robes. The women ran quickly and silently, knowing that there were guards 
patrolling, but not knowing where. Their breath came rapidly both from fear 
and from running, but they were determined to get away. 

Up ahead Jill saw something, and she slowed down. Was it a guard? Hilda 
slowed down too, and the two crept forward slowly through the night. It 
seemed like a mist in front of them-some sort of poison gas! 

No! It was the fence, the wire mesh fence! Jill smiled and her body throbbed 
with hope. Hilda put her hand on Jill's shoulder and rested it there, as 
though for comfort. 

"Barbed wire," Hilda said. "See, there's barbed wire on top!" 

"The fence is high," said Jill. "But we'll get over." The two girls stood 
there and stared at the fence, trying to figure out their next move. 

They heard footsteps. A guard was coming. The heavy steps proclaimed them to 
be boots, heavy Nazi jackboots, coming their way, step by military step. 

"Let's hide," said Jill softly. 

"Not on your life," said Hilda, and there was a cold deadly edge to her 
voice. The Nazi came closer. Jill and Hilda crouched low. Closer. Very 
close. They could see the outline of his form now, a dark mass strutting 
past. 

Hilda leaped at him and wrestled him quickly to the ground, her soft 
feminine hand hard and deadly as it pressed down on his mouth, and her other 
hand had him around the throat. Hilda straddled the fallen soldier. He could 
smell the lust oils from her cunt, which was just inches from his nose. He 
could also smell the hatred, which poured out of her like musk oil from an 
oxen on the prowl. 

Jill too leaped upon him and sat upon him heavily to keep him down. Hilda 
leaned over his face, her face inches away, and she hissed, "Take us to the 
gate. Let us out." 

"No!" said Jill, whispering into Hilda's ear. "He'll turn us in." 

"He won't turn us in," Hilda replied, deliberately loud enough for the 
frightened soldier to hear. Not if he ever wants to use this again." 

Hilda reached around, unzipped his fly, and pulled out the soldier's prick. 
It was small and wilted due to the cold and to his fear. But Hilda worked on 
it, pulling it up and pushing it around with her hand, and it got hard like 
a staff. 

"Stand up," she ordered him. She held a knife right under his prick, a sharp 
scalpel that looked and felt deadly, one of the surgical instruments which 
the woman had grabbed from the lab. 

"Take us out of here, or I'll cut it off. And eat it," she added, to scare 
him and to give her words real effect. 

"Yes. Yes. Sure. But please, please, don't cut!" he whined to her piteously. 

She moved her hand a little and blood dripped from his prick. Just a little 
cut, but it hurt. 

"There'll be more," Hilda said, "if you trick us." 

He lead the way, Hilda walking close beside him, and Jill following, looking 
all about for any signs of other guards. 

"This is it," he said. It was a gate. He unlocked it. Jill's pulse beat 
heavily as she looked out and saw nothing but dark forest. Hilda stood there 
with the knife against his prick. 

"Come on," said Jill. "Let's go." 

"Alright," Hilda said, her eyes on his prick. Just let me... "She cut. She 
did not cut all the way, just a healthy knick , the prick gushed blood. Her 
hand on his face kept the Nazi from screaming. His face went totally white, 
all at once, as though the blood that flowed from the gash in his prick came 
straight from his face. He fell to the ground in a swoon. 

As the girls raced away Jill said, "You didn't have to cut it off." 

"I didn't," said Hilda. "I didn't have the heart. It was such an attractive 
prick. Besides, I'm not a sadist, like they are. I'm not a Nazi, though I am 
a German. All German's are not Nazis." 

"I know," said Jill. 

"Cutting him made him faint and let us escape. He won't be up and around for 
a while, and by then we will be gone, long gone." 

The two girls ran off into the night and disappeared from sight. When 
morning came to the Nazi encampment they were long gone. 


End
