Dachau - Women's Section
by L.K. Madding


FOREWORD 

Sada moaned as she crouched on the floor of the dungeon. The three Gestapo 
officers standing over her, all had their massive peckers in their hands. 

They were leering down at the beaten young girl. 

Her body trembled as she thought of what they intended to do. Sada wasn't 
sure--not quite sure--whether she preferred the beatings to which she had 
been subjected, or the sexual torture, which they intended to inflict on her 
now! 

"Fraulein, do you know the purpose of women in the Third Reich?" the one 
with the largest cock asked, sneering at her. 

Sada shook her head. 

"Your sole purpose, you stupid sow, is to service the men of the Third Reich 
with your cunt, and to bear children--if your blood is untainted." 

The big officer straddled her haunches, and pulled her ass cheeks high into 
the air. 

He laughed, gutturally and slapped her ass cheeks. 

Then, grunting, he parted her soft white globes, revealing her puckered 
brown asshole. 

"No, please...!" Sada murmured. 

The officer's drooling, throbbing cock head pressed against her asshole. 
Sada felt her body quiver, felt her ass muscles tense against the great 
fleshy male sword which was about to pierce her bowels. 

"Yaiieeee!" she screamed, as the huge pecker thrust inward, cruelly 
spreading her virginal ass walls, sending a searing, burning pain ripping 
through Sada's already tortured, bruised and bloody body. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Sada fastened the black satin ribbon at the neck opening of her sheer 
peignoir and lifted a pearl handled hairbrush from the top of the dressing 
table. The elaborately filigreed clock, standing beside rows of expensive 
perfume flasks told her that there were still fifteen minutes remaining 
before Evan was due to arrive for his weekly 'tete-a-tete'. A wry smile 
reshaped her lushly painted scarlet mouth as the sound of the euphemism 
echoed in her ears. Tete-a-tete, indeed. Spanking session was the actual 
fact. Every Wednesday, promptly at six, for the last two years. And Evan 
would consider none of the girls in the house but herself. She reminded him 
of his mother. Sada supposed. 'How quaint,' she thought, and her full, 
shining lips reshaped themselves into a derisive sneer. 

Outside the bedroom, past the velvet draped windows, a thin, constant rain 
had turned the details of Montmartre into a depressing blur of grey and 
brown. Sada hated the winter. One of the few passions she still possessed. 
Squinting her dark eyes she tried to see all the way down to the beginning 
of the Place de Clichy, but the film of icy water that had overtaken the 
world obscured everything beyond the next three buildings. What matter, Sada 
told herself. Wishing to have it over with for today would not speed Evan's 
arrival. The town of Geneva could set its watches by Evan's punctuality. It 
was ritualistic. Righteous. Almost authoritarian in its lack of flexibility. 
And like all things that smacked of any authority other than her own, it 
made her sick. 

Now, resisting an all-too-familiar ache inside herself, Sada turned and 
crossed the thickly carpeted chamber, furnished , according to the dictates 
of her profession, like a comer of Versailles. Pausing at the opposite wall, 
she slid a Renoir copy aside in its handsome frame and began to twist the 
dial on the safe door back and forth. After several turns, she heard the 
soft inner clicking she'd been waiting for and pulled the little metal door 
open, to lift a deep box from inside. 

Twenty thousand francs, in notes of large denomination fluttered between her 
brightly lacquered fingertips like the wings of a trapped bird. Exactly the 
amount she had promised to deliver to Deborah this evening. Enough to pay 
for the children's private schools and to hopefully enable her sister to 
forget, at least for a little while, that she had not married the man of her 
dreams. 

As if anyone had! 

Instead of feeling encouraged by it, the sight of all that money had only 
served to bring associations that caused Sada pain that, after all these 
years of trying, she still could not endure. Tucking the bills back into 
their hiding place she closed the wall safe and camouflaged it, once again 
behind the painting. Then she walked to an ice blue tufted satin chair, sat 
down and crossed her long, shapely legs in anticipation of Evan's momentary 
appearance. 

As the gold clock chimed the hour there was a soft knocking at the chamber 
door. 

"Who is it?" Sada asked... just the way she always did... exactly according 
to the unspoken rules of their game. 

"It's Evan here, ma'am." The clipped, British speech pattern was thick with 
need, with subservience, with deep despair. "May I please come in? Will you 
see me?" 

Sada willed away the last of her personal thoughts and gave herself over to 
her part of their agreement. "Have you been a good boy, Evan?" she called, 
in exactly the same manner in which she would have dealt with an errant 
child. 

There was a lengthy, noticeable pause. 

"No, ma'am. I'm afraid not." 

"Well then, you know what that means, don't you? You know what will happen 
if you walk through that door." 

Again, that meaningful silence. 

"Yes, ma'am. I know. I'm ready.'" 

"Very well then. You may enter." 

The gold knob turned and, very slowly, the door eased open on silent hinges. 
Framed in the opening a short, slender man stood, wearing a grey, 
pin-striped suit and clutching an attache case in his right hand. Over his 
left arm a Burberry raincoat was neatly, precisely folded. He stared at the 
tips of his flawlessly polished shoes through rimless spectacles, a study in 
abject misery. 

"Look at you!" Sada snapped, folding soft arms across her huge, 
tightly-encased breasts that jutted brazenly out against the filmy gown. "Do 
you dare to call yourself a man? Do you presume that you are even remotely 
worthy of a moment's worth of my attention?" 

"No, ma'am. I am nothing. A toad. A pussywillow. A failure." 

"Very well, then... as long as you know and acknowledge what is so. Come 
inside and close the door. I do not care for anyone to know that I even 
associate with the likes of you." 

Evan did as he was told, without making a sound. His ability to move about, 
sometimes even in the heat of orgasm without noise never failed to amaze and 
amuse Sada. Only the whip and cane could raise the sound of his being from 
its hiding place, deep within him. Otherwise, he remained a mouse of a man, 
self-demeaned, self-denied, self-obscured. 

And moving with precise, studied motions, Sada reached out toward the huge 
bed beside the chair. As though she were absolutely alone in the room, she 
lifted a long stocking of black mesh and compacted it between her palms. 
Then, she raised one leg high out in front of her, allowing the front of the 
gown to fall open, just high enough to reveal a milk white expanse of naked, 
silken thigh. 

Behind the thick lenses, Evan's pale eyes widened and began to sparkle with 
unaccustomed vitality. As he watched the beautiful woman draw the stocking 
slowly, provocatively up over her beautifully rounded calf, the tip of his 
tongue flicked out and moistened dry, trembling lips. 

He felt the beginnings of life between his thighs, and he wished with every 
fiber of his being that he could cover the evidence of his need with the 
raincoat. But that was forbidden, he knew. He was allowed no pretense, no 
pride, no options. To behave otherwise would anger his Mistress, and that 
was a fate worse than death. 

Sada felt his fevered gaze pawing her flesh and she wished there were some 
way to hasten this charade they were playing. Still, she knew that she had 
chosen this way of earning her living. How else, she reasoned years ago, 
could she make so very much money in a world that demanded of its workers, 
at the very least, a formal education. 

Indeed, her education had not been gotten at the Sorbonne, or any place even 
slightly resembling the classroom. Yet, in her own way she knew more than 
any professor about the darker side of human behavior. Her tutelage had been 
won, almost at the cost of her very life, at the hands of experts behind 
barbed-wire fences. In dark, airless, subterranean chambers whose terrors 
could rival the arenas of ancient Rome. 

Long, perfectly manicured fingers curled up inside the thigh opening of 
black silk panties and extracted a garter tab. With exaggerated motion, Sada 
hooked the front, and then the top of her stocking into place, smoothing the 
length of the mesh from ankle to thigh with her hands. 

"Would you like to help me put on my other stocking?" she asked, as casually 
as though she were ordering a Pernod at the Cafe des Etoiles. 

"Oh yes, ma'am. I would be honored to serve you." Evan's voice was well on 
its way to turning breathless. 

Sada smiled, still without looking at him. "Perhaps," she said, sighing as 
though with utter boredom. "Have you brought me something? Is there any 
reason for me to be with you at all? Certainly, it is not your manliness," 
she went on, deriding him in a manner at which she was more than perfection, 
itself. "If you were a man, you wouldn't need to be humiliated would you, 
Evan? If you were a man, you would be able to make love to a woman, wouldn't 
you? If you were a real man, you would have a big prick, which you would 
force between a woman's thighs and shove high and deep into her pussy. Isn't 
that so?" 

"Please, no more. I beg of you." Evan was trembling visibly, now, a leaf in 
the wind, clinging for dear life to a branch, threatening to dislodge him. 
"I'll do anything... I'll give you anything..." 

"What will you give me?" Sada's eyebrow arched meaningfully, challenging the 
frightened man who quaked in his shoes before her. 

"Look, I've brought you this, today." Evan reached into the pocket of his 
jacket and pulled out an envelope. He extended it in Sada's direction. 

As she lifted the paper out of his quivering fingers, she fought to suppress 
her amused laughter. The intricately embossed hallmark of the bank, of which 
Evan was a powerful and respected Director faced up at her, foolish-looking 
in the midst of a Paris brothel. 

As though it didn't matter, Sada opened the envelope... slowly, languidly, 
knowing that every moment of delay brought untold suffering to Evan's 
fevered brain. Inside, just as always, two crisp, hundred franc notes were 
neatly tucked side by side. Payment for the realization of Evan's innermost 
desires. 

"This will do," Sada said, tossing the envelope onto a matching chair. 

"Oh thank you... thank you!" Evan hurried across the chamber, dropping his 
coat and attache case en route. He fell to his knees in front of Sada and 
lifted her naked foot worshipfully in both of his hands. 

She arched her sole as he slipped off the high-heeled shoe and pressed the 
leather to his face. Eyes closed, he inhaled deeply and an expression of 
utter rapture softened his pointy features. 

Sada leaned forward and slapped his face, hard. The shoe flew out of his 
fingers and landed with a muffled thud on the deep rug. 

"My stocking!" she commanded, pointing to the article draped on top of the 
soft, pink coverlet on the bed. 

"Yes, ma'am. Forgive me." 

Evan reached for the mesh cylinder and fondled the material lovingly, 
reverently between his thin fingers. Then he slid his hand into the center, 
bunching it soundlessly. 

Sada stretched her naked left leg and placed the sole of her foot directly 
against the hard bulge between Evan's squatting thighs. Inside his Regent 
Street trousers, she felt the pulsating response to the contact. Pitiful 
little man, she thought. He was always the same. 

"Beautiful, just beautiful," Evan murmured, as he slid the stocking slowly, 
carefully up over the beautifully rounded calf and smoothed the area about 
Sada's shapely knee. His palms were slick with perspiration by the time he 
reached the soft, pliant expanse of her bare inner thigh. 

He attempted to draw the long garter tab out from beneath her panties, but 
his hands were shaking too violently to coordinate. They fumbled blindly, 
trapped amid the nest of soft, ebony curls. 

Sada pressed down swiftly, cruelly with the sole of her foot and pushed. 
"Clumsy idiot!" she snapped. "Can't you do anything correctly?" 

Evan's features were twisted with pain. His groin screamed in protest where 
his balls had been pressed as she'd kicked him. He fell backward, landing 
hard on his soft bottom. There he remained, gazing up at the woman through 
eyes misted over with tears. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I swear, it won't happen again. Don't deny me the 
honor of helping you dress. I beg of you!" 

Sada had long since tired of this game, but she knew that in her way she was 
every bit as trapped as Evan. This awareness, she was able to translate into 
anger which permitted her to continue with apparent sincerity. 

"All right, but be quick about it! And don't think you will not be punished 
for scratching my flesh with your fingernail." 

Evan bit his lower lip as visions of his punishment impelled him back into 
eager action. Rocking forward onto his knees, he reached very carefully up 
underneath Sada's black panties, found the edge of the garter and drew it 
out into the open. With precise, expert motions, he snapped the little hooks 
into place, front and rear, and then sat back on his haunches, awaiting 
Sada's next command. 

"Well now, I think we are ready to begin," she said, pulling the gauzy 
chiffon over her leg. "What have you brought in your attache case, Evan?" 

As though suddenly recharged with adrenalin, Evan scurried quickly to his 
feet and raced across the room. Lifting the rectangular alligator container, 
he snapped open its gold locks and lifted a thin leather riding crop out 
into view. 

"So, it is to be the crop this evening, is it?" Sada asked rhetorically. 

Evan nodded eagerly, eyes smiling and bright. 

"Very well. Bring it here, you naughty boy." 

He placed the attache case carefully down and hurried back to hand the dark 
brown instrument into his Mistress's graceful fingers. 

"You have been very bad, haven't you?" Sada said. 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"And you must be punished, is that not so?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Severely?" 

"Quite. I deserve the beating." 

"Then it is a beating you shall have, my boy. Drop your trousers." 

Evan's face turned purple with shame and he avoided Sada's direct gaze. 
Butterfly light fingers fluttered to his belt buckle and opened the metal 
clasp. A soft, rasping sound announced the opening of his fly. A moment 
later, his trousers dropped to his ankles, and he looked at the woman in 
front of him. 

Sada threw her head back, making her long, shining black hair dance in 
glistening waves about her shoulders. She laughed as long as she thought it 
sounded honest, before speaking again. 

"I have seen stronger, more muscular legs in a Coq-au-Vin," she derided. 
"How do you dare to go on living?" 

Evan hung his head in shame. "I know, Mistress. You are quite correct. I am 
worthless, nothing. You honor me with your punishment." 

"Take off your jacket and vest," she said, with a perfunctory wave of her 
hand. "You look absolutely ridiculous. And, for heaven's sake, dispose of 
that hideous tie!" 

Evan's obedient response was instantaneous. In moments, he stood in his 
shirt, its tails hanging wrinkled about his white shorts. 

"Come stand closer to me." Sada's tone was deceptively benign. 

Evan shuffled across the distance between them, his movement gawky and 
tethered by the pants clumped around his ankles. He looked ridiculous and he 
knew it. And the gleam in his eyes told how much he loved this. 

When he was standing beside her, Sada began to finger the whip, caressing 
the thin, hard rod as though it were a man's erect organ. Suddenly, she 
looked up at Evan through mean, narrowed eyes. 

"Well, what are you waiting for, you fool? Pull down your undershorts and 
bare your bottom. You don't expect mercy, after what you've done, do you?" 

"Oh no, ma'am. No mercy at all!" Evan breathed, and pushed his shorts down 
to his crumpled trousers. 

"Lift up those shirttails and bend over. Now!" 

The flat, flabby cheeks of his bottom were the color of plucked chicken 
skin. Sada regarded them carefully, and suddenly, without warning, other 
pictures, other bodies leaped into her mind's eye, and she could hear the 
sounds of terrified pleading from another time... 

* * * 

"Achtung! Nemmin dein hosen! Strip off your clothes! Spread your legs. 
You... come here. What is your name? 

She could not answer. 

The German officer slapped her resoundingly across the face. Back and forth, 
until her eardrums felt as though they were going to burst. 

"On your knees, prisoner!" 

"Please, don't... you're hurting me!" 

The searing pain as his fingers squeezed mercilessly over her bared nipple. 
The sound of his laughter... cruel, maniacal as he thrust his fingers in 
between her young thighs. 

"On your back... unless you want to go to the gas chamber with the rest of 
your friends!" 

And then the sight of his massive body, towering over her. That thick, long 
weapon driving in between her legs... tearing, ripping, setting her entrails 
on fire... 

* * * 

The ache in her right shoulder brought Sada back to the present with 
electrifying speed. Sometime, unnoticed, she had gotten to her feet. She 
stood now, the riding crop hanging loosely in her grasp. 

Before her, Evan's ass cheeks were criss-crossed with bloody stripes from 
the whipping he'd just taken. His skin was swollen and raw, from the base of 
his honey spine to the backs of his knees. 

He remained bent almost double. His entire body shook with pain and weeping. 
The hacks of his balls hung far from Ms body, almost hairless, an 
irresistible target. 

Trembling with her own torrent of emotion, Sada swung the riding crop 
upward, aiming the little leather loop on the end directly toward the pink 
sac between Evan's shapeless thighs. 

Her aim was true, and the leather snapped against the tender flesh. Evan 
leaped forward and sank to his knees. Immediately, he doubled up and rolled 
onto his side, hugging himself and rocking back and forth in the midst of 
his agony. 

Sada forced herself back, completely, to the here and now. 

"Will you ever do it again?" she demanded, her tone rippling with feelings 
that had nothing to do with the quivering excuse for a man at her feet. 

"No, no... I swear it! Ill he good from now on. Please, ma'am. Spare me!" 

Sada sighed with relief, as her memories slipped silently out of sight, for 
now. 

"Very well, Bridgett. Put on your uniform, then, and let us see if you can 
behave yourself, after all." 

"Oh yes, ma'am. Thank you. Thank you!" Even reached forward and pressed his 
lips to the hem of Sada's veil-like gown. Then, he crawled back on his hands 
and knees, to where the attache case lay waiting. 

From inside, he removed a pair of woman's nylon panties and a tiny, 
lace-edged apron. Quickly, he pulled off his shoes and socks, and pushed his 
trousers and undershorts off his legs. His shirt and undershirt followed, 
until all his clothing lay scattered about him. 

Grasping the panties, he pulled himself painfully to a standing position and 
balanced on alternate legs as he shimmied into the feminine undergarment. 
Quickly, he wrapped the apron around his narrow waist and tied a big bow 
behind himself. 

"How may I serve you, ma'am?" The tone of his voice had risen two octaves 
from its normal pitch. 

Sada ambled across the room, her back to him, swinging her voluptuous hips 
loosely as she moved toward the bed. There, she sat herself down on the edge 
and leaned backward, bracing herself on her palms. 

"My cunt needs washing." 

"Oh yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am!" 

"You forgot your shoes, Bridgett," she reminded him, as he started in her 
direction. 

Instantly, Evan minced across the room and lifted the high-heeled leather 
pumps that Sada had worn earlier. It never failed to amuse her that his 
little feet were exactly the same size as her own. She watched as he slipped 
the shoes on, before wobbling back toward where she waited. 

Evan knew exactly what to do, what was expected of him. Without another 
word, he fell to his knees in front of Sada, parted the gossamer-thin folds 
of her gown and began to kiss his way up her leg. 

She could feel the warmth of his breath penetrating the delicate crotch area 
of her black panties. She parted her thighs a little wider, responding, 
despite herself, to the motions of his lips and tongue. 

Absently, her fingers moved to the single bow at the top of her peignoir. 
Sada unfastened the gown and let it slide soundlessly off her powdered 
shoulders and down her arms. It spread about her on the bed like a formless 
shadow, immediately forgotten. 

Evan tilted his head back and his eyes opened wide with desire. As always, 
he was thrilled at the sight of Sada's huge breasts, firmly encased in a 
black leather brassiere that had holes at the tips of the cups, through 
which her thumb sized, deeply-rouged nipples protruded brazenly. 

"Yes, Bridgett, you may kiss them," Sada answered Use unspoken question 
knowing, as -always, her -customer's every desire. 

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you!" Evan raised himself, still on his knees, 
and pressed Ms bps to one of the thick, dark nubs of flesh. The flat of his 
tongue laved the ripe nipple, bringing it to full size and stiffness. Then, 
he drew the warm, erected knob, in past his lips and suckled it hire a 
hungry infant. 

"The other." Sada's tone was imperious. 

"Mmmmm," Evan murmured, quickly shifting his mouth onto her right nipple and 
repeating the mouthing ritual until the skin glistened and swelled. 

"Very well, now, Bridget!. Let us not forget the task you must perform on my 
quim." 

"No, ma'am!" Evan agreed heartily. 

He dove back between her full, rounded thighs and reached for the elastic 
band at the top of her panties. Lovingly, he fondled the soft fabric for a 
few moments, before hooking his fingers inside the garment. 

The soft silk rustled electrically as Evan slid it down over Sada's Mps and 
thighs. His eyes feasted on the sight of her thick, dark nest of pubic hair, 
and the deep, soft furrow that bisected the triangle. 

Little droplets of liquid had trickled out through the crack and were 
clinging and glistening on the soft curls. Tense with desire, Evan thrust 
himself forward and buried his face in the fragrant bush. 

Sada closed her eyes and gave herself over to the provocative sensations of 
the man's tongue as it lapped up and down along the edges of the crevice. 
She felt the contractions beginning up inside her hole, and soon the smell 
of her own juices seemed to thicken the air. 

She pulled her heels up onto the edge of the mattress and spread her knees 
wide, making more room for Evan's bobbing head between her quivering thighs. 
As his tongue moved deeper and deeper into her hot, moist tunnel, she eased 
her back down flat on the bed and reached for the throbbing points of her 
stiff nipples. 

Her thumbs and forefingers captured the aching tips of her breasts and she 
rolled them back and forth like small pebbles in her hands. The feelings of 
excitement raced through her body, leaping over her flesh like quicksilver, 
wrenching a hoarse, anguished groan from her soft throat. 

"Open me up wider," she commanded, thrusting her furry pillow roughly 
against Evan's buried face. "Put your tongue in further, if you know what's 
good for you." 

Evan obeyed immediately. He framed her dripping cleft with his fingers and 
spread the outer lips wide apart, revealing an expanse of glistening pink 
tissue. Hungrily, eagerly, he tongued the delicate flesh, inside and out, 
swallowing the liquid offerings that flowed copiously out of her trembling 
body. 

Her clitoris poked its swollen head out from between the protective folds of 
surrounding flesh. Immediately, Evan sucked the bulbous knob in between his 
lips and started to tease the throbbing protuberance with a quick, darting 
tongue. 

Sada's body began to glisten with sweat. She felt the heat burning across 
her brow, searing her throbbing body inside and out. 

She was not surprised, moments later, when Peter's face appeared behind her 
closed eyelids. Thrilled that his youth remained intact, she shivered with 
delight at the sight of those blond curls, the deep, piercing, cobalt blue 
eyes, the strong, square jaw. A quarter of a century had not changed him in 
the slightest, nor had it altered her limitless love for the handsome young 
boy. 

Yielding, she was back with him again. Loving Peter. Loving life... 

* * * 

"We mustn't, darling. It's not right. Not until we're married." 

His body relaxed, suddenly, and he pulled Sada into his arms, stroking her 
soft, dark hair. 

"I know, I know," he whispered. "But that might not be for years. There's 
talk of a war. A great war. And I love you so much, Sada. So very much." 

Her heart felt as if it was going to break with love for him. "I'll let you 
touch me, but you have to promise you won't put it inside of me. Give me 
your word." 

"My life... anything," he murmured, drawing her down onto the bed with him. 

The beginnings of a beard tickled down over the curve of her belly, but Sada 
didn't mind. Happily, she parted her thighs and allowed the blond boy to 
gaze at the treasure she was saving for him and him alone. 

Suddenly, his bps burrowed through her pillow and his tongue found her 
moist, narrow opening. And in five minutes, she had experienced something 
almost as precious as life, itself... 

The sound of her own sobbing jolted her back to Paris. Sada undulated her 
hips and belly as the violent contractions peaked and began to wane. 

Down between her legs, Evan was busily swallowing the liquid offerings of 
her body, gulping down her love juices as though they were his very own 
sustenance. His mouth made loud, slurping sounds as he strove to catch every 
single drop and take it down into his belly. 

And then, sighing softly, he collapsed at her feet. 

Sada lay quietly for a few minutes, waiting for the misery inside herself to 
totally dissolve back to unconsciousness. With all the spirit she could 
muster, she willed away the tightness in her throat and the aching, deep in 
her chest. 

One of these days, she supposed, her memories were going to drive her mad. 

Unless, by some miracle, she found some way to let the past go, once and for 
all. 

A hopeless sigh of resignation escaped her Ups. Cutting off her right arm, 
she knew, would be an easier task. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The drizzle had now become mixed with wet snow. Sada turned the collar of 
her fur coat up against the driving wind and moved quickly toward the huge 
white dome of Sacse-Coeur, hoping that all the taxis had not been snatched 
up. As always, on the nights when she went to visit Deborah and Emile, her 
concern about leaving the 'business' in the hands of the half-dozen girls 
who worked for her fought for prominence in her mind. Once again, she felt 
herself starting to worry, picturing her return, later in the evening, with 
everything having been stolen from her. 

Would she never get over this, she wondered. Would there never come a day 
when she could leave a place and simply know that the danger of things never 
being the same was over? 

Others had lived through the war, she knew. Somehow, some way, they had 
taught themselves to adjust. Of course, no one would ever forget, but nobody 
suffered the way she did. Even Deborah smiled sincerely, often, delighting 
in the children that were not really her own. Life was going on all around 
her, it was true. Yet, inside, Sada felt nothing but a stillness. An 
emptiness. A lingering death. 

When she arrived at Emile and Deborah's flat on Rue St. Denis, the table was 
set and tempting, delightful odors of home cooking were wafting from the 
kitchen out into all the other rooms. Sada willed aside a pang of agony as 
the fragrance and the memory of her mother's cooking began to overwhelm her 
sense of self-control. 

"Bonsoir, ma tante." Regine, the youngest smiled up at Sada and offered her 
smooth little cheek for the customary kiss. 

Sada scooped the lovely, seven-year old into her arms and hugged the child 
tightly, telling herself over and over that the world was safe for little 
ones, now. And that history would not dare repeat itself. The world would 
not stand for it. No world could. 

"Mama is inside, doing the cooking." 

"I know," Sada answered. "I can smell it." 

"Good evening, Sada." Emile rose from his deeply-cushioned chair in the 
living room and put aside his newspaper and eyeglasses. "You are looking 
well." 

"And you as well," Sada lied, pretending not to notice the circles that had 
darkened noticeably underneath her brother-in-law's serious eyes. "It's 
terrible outside, isn't it?" She allowed him to help her off with her coat, 
and observed that his hands were shaking slightly. 

"I wouldn't complain about going out into the snow, if there was work to be 
done," Emile's words came rushing out of him, a torrent of pent-up feeling. 

Sada touched his arm lightly. "You mustn't blame yourself," she said, 
lowering her voice. "These are bad times. Many men, fine men, are 
experiencing the same problem. But there is tomorrow, Emile. You mustn't 
forget about that. Your new job will find you soon." 

Emile smiled, his admiration clear in his expression. "Sada, how can you 
always be so cheerful, so full of optimism? Does nothing frighten you at 
all?" 

His question, though innocent, was enough to stiffen Sada's spine, like an 
actress stepping out to begin a performance, she widened the smile across 
her face and kissed Emile lightly on the cheek. "This is Paris, darling," 
she said. "Nobody need be frightened in Paris, remember?" And with that, she 
waltzed past him and headed for the kitchen. 

Deborah welcomed her with outstretched arms, the love gleaming brightly in 
her huge, dark eyes. "What a night to have to come out, eh?" she said, 
speaking in French, in deference to Sada's distaste for their first 
language, German. 

"To see you and the children and, of course, Emile," Sada hoped the 
afterthought was not obvious. "What is a little bad weather? Besides, I have 
something for you." Her tone was suddenly softer, mildly conspiratorial. 

Deborah's forehead wrinkled with curiosity as she watched her sister burrow 
down to the bottom of a deep leather bag. Moments later, Sada's graceful 
hand reappeared, clutching the white envelope. 

"Here," she whispered, pushing the packet of bills into Deborah's apron 
pocket. 

Deborah started to protest, but Sada silenced her with one took. 

"Don't be a fool, Deborah. I have plenty. This is for you and the children. 
I know that the new term is starting. What do I need it for. I am by myself. 
Be quiet and don't say anything to Emile. Achh! Men and their pride! Do they 
never learn." She kissed Deborah on the cheek again and peeked under a white 
porcelain cover. "Stroganoff? Deborah, what is the occasion? I hope you 
didn't go to this trouble and expense just because I was coming." 

Deborah's cheeks flushed slightly. She averted her gaze from Sada's 
reproachful stare. Even as children, Deborah could never keep a secret. 

"All right, little sister, out with it! What is brewing behind your mother's 
face?" Even now, the resemblance was enough to drive a wedge of pain through 
Sada's breast. She fought the picture that threatened to rear its ugly head, 
to destroy her ability to enjoy the present. 

Deborah dried her hands on her apron, a nervous, unnecessary action that 
testified to her nervousness. "You have to promise that you will not be 
angry with me." 

"Angry with you? What for? What have you done?" Sada smiled devilishly. "You 
have lost Danielle and Franco!" Sada mocked alarm at the mention of the 
other children. 

Deborah laughed tightly. "No, no. I sent them to a neighbor for the evening. 
All three I children, under the circumstances. Well, I thought they might be 
too much of a distraction." 

Sada eyed her sister suspiciously. "What circumstances, Deborah? Why did you 
send the others out for the evening?" 

Deborah swallowed hard, fighting, obviously, to summon up the courage to 
confess. "We're going to have other company at dinner." Her shoulders 
slumped with relief once the words were out. 

Sada arched a perfectly-shaped eyebrow. "What other company?" 

Deborah cleared her throat, and looked very guilty. "His name is 
Jean-Michel. Emile met him at his last job and they take coffee together, at 
the Chat Noir. I have already met him and I promise you, he is a very nice 
man. Clean and well mannered and... " "So, now you and Emile are going into 
the matchmaking business!" Sada felt herself starting to tremble as the 
anger and fear whirled through her brain. Deborah had struck a nerve, and 
Sada felt as though she wanted to turn and flee, before she might be forced 
to confront a truth about herself that she could not tolerate. 

"Please, do not be angry," Deborah pleaded, her eyes opening wide and 
hopeful. "I worry about you, Sada. A woman, alone all these years. It is not 
right. You should be married and have children of your own." 

"I have yours." 

Deborah shook her head. "Everything I have, I owe to you. The children... 
they make my life worth living. What would I have done without your money to 
bring them to me and your connections for the adoption?" 

Sada smiled. Deborah's open flattery never failed to embarrass her. She 
wondered what her sister would think if she knew that the Ambassador cut 
through the red tape of adoption in return for a handful of negatives and 
photographs. 

Deborah was so innocent, Sada realized. Even now, after all these years and 
everything they had been through. It was as though the woman still possessed 
the faith of a child, although, for the life of her, Sada could not 
understand how such an attitude could be possible. 

"You must let me try and do something for you, for a change," Deborah was 
saying, still feeling the need to explain her behavior. "What will it hurt 
for you to meet this man, perhaps take an aperitif with him later in the 
evening... " 

"Perhaps, une petite affaire," Sada interrupted accusingly, mimicking her 
sister's ingenuous tone and manner. "Really, Deborah. You are too much. I 
don't know what I am going to do with you." 

Deborah searched her sister's face, hoping to find a softening of mood 
reflected in the eyes, the comers of the mouth. "And would that be so bad, 
do you think? Is it natural for a woman to spend her whole life sewing 
dresses for a designer who will not even give her credit for her work? Who 
is to say that you will not like this man? How can you know before you meet 
him?" 

"I know, Deborah. Believe me, I know." Sada felt a familiar heaviness 
weighting down her shoulders. She could not tell Deborah the truth, even 
though she longed to. There were so many lies between them, so many 
deceptions. And now, she knew that she must be silent, for to confess the 
real reason for her discomfort would be to say far too much. The devil in 
all of us is best left behind closed doors,' as Mama used to say. 

"Very well, but only this time," Sada relented, pleased at the smile that 
leaped immediately across Deborah's features. "But you must promise me that 
you will never take it upon yourself to do this again. Never, do you 
understand?" 

Deborah was far too pleased with the way things had gone to commit herself 
in such a way. "We shall see," she answered, shooing Sada out of the kitchen 
with the excuse of having to finish her preparations for dinner. 

They were sitting in the parlor when the knock came at the door. 
Reflexively, Sada's spine stiffened, and she felt the muscles in her belly 
pull tight with apprehension. 

"I will answer," Emile said, getting to his feet and winking at Sada. "I am 
glad to see that Jean is precisely on time." 

"Bonjour Emile. Comment vas-tu?" 

"Bien, Jean-Michel. Very well. Come in, come in. Dinner is all ready." He 
stepped back and ushered the man into the flat. "Jean, I would like to 
present my sister-in-law, Sada..." 

"Sada suppressed the last of her fear and smiled upward. The man was tall, 
handsome. Dark hair and slightly greying temples framed an open, available 
expression. The jaw was strong, square, with a deep cleft in the middle. The 
eyes were grey-blue and gentle. 

"I am very pleased to meet you." She extended her hand gracefully and 
repressed a shudder as soft, full lips were pressed to her knuckles. He was 
a nice man. It was as Deborah had predicted. Still, even so, Sada did not 
think she could overcome the barriers of a lifetime... not even to please 
her darling sister. 

Jean-Michel was surprisingly conversational and well informed. Sada chatted 
easily with him through dinner, pleased that there were no long silences, no 
uncomfortable lapses in the talk. The evening seemed to melt away, amidst 
many bursts of amiable laughter and the exchanges of stories. 

And Sada said yes to Jean's offer to accompany her home, before she'd 
stopped to remember what was going to be expected of her. 

The fact that Deborah and Emile were practically beside themselves with 
pleasure and self-congratulation did not fail to escape her as Sada made her 
goodbyes and allowed Jean-Michel to help her on with her coat. Downstairs, 
she waited passively as he unlocked the passenger door of his blue Peugeot 
and held it open for her. 

How long had it been since a man had showed her this kind of consideration? 
Sada wondered. How odd to be with someone who was not paying for the 
privilege. But now, she knew, it would be expected that she turn into a 
playful, helpless kitten. A model of the passive, charming lady. A charade, 
which she had never been able to afford. 

Sada listened to him talk and responded in all the right places in the 
conversation. Still, it was his physical presence that most occupied her 
thoughts, her awarenesses. 

Could it be possible, she conjectured, that she was capable, for even the 
course of one evening, to put aside the past? Might she allow herself to 
enjoy this man's company, the way millions of other women enjoyed the 
attentions of a lover? Did she dare to even try? 

They drove through L'Etoile, and Jean commented at the beauty of the lights 
shining on the great arch, seemingly iridescent in the misty, wet night. 
Sada experienced a pang of remorse. Here she was, in the company of a 
handsome, eligible man in what was reputed to be one of the most romantic 
places on earth... and what was she thinking? How to be rid of him, before 
the great confrontation occurred? 

Perhaps Deborah was right. Perhaps, after twenty years it would be 
acceptable to try again. After all, she was not exactly a stranger to the 
sight of a naked man! 

And yet, there was that undeniable difference that she perceived immediately 
about the one sitting next to her. This was no Evan Spencer, to be dominated 
and manipulated as a marionette. This was a man who was comfortable with 
himself and comfortable with women. Certainly, he must have many others, 
with his handsome face and trim body. 

Would she measure up? Would going to bed with him necessarily reveal her 
secrets? Was she still capable of responding normally to a normal human 
being? 

It was a challenge. A dare. And, on the spur of the moment, without really 
knowing why, Sada suddenly decided to accept it. 

* * * 

Her personal apartment, which she rarely used, was just off the Avenue Foch, 
in a neighborhood dotted with the Parisian pied-a-terre of practically every 
internationally famous monetary giant. These five rooms, furnished in muted 
beiges and greys were the only self-indulgence that Sada permitted herself. 
Aside from providing the front she needed, when entertaining people like 
Deborah and Emile and those others who did not know how she truly came to 
afford it, it served as a tangible reminder, to her own mind, of an ascent 
from the depths of hell into the lifestyle of the powerful and successful of 
the world. Here, in her private world, she could pretend that such ambiance 
was always hers, and sometimes, she could even forget that for herself, 
comfort and security were never, never to be taken for granted. 

"The costumes you design must be very popular." Jean looked around the 
tastefully-decorated sitting room, with its floor-to-ceiling glass doors, 
and was visibly impressed. 

Sada liked that. It put them on a more even level. He would take extra pains 
to please her, now, for she apparently was not a woman without independence 
and basis for comparison. 

"What will you drink while I change?" she asked, opening the double doors to 
the armoire that held liquor and glasses. 

"Brandy and soda, thank you." He settled himself into a comer of the sofa 
and leaned against the deep, velvet cushions. 

Sada poured from a fresh bottle of Remy Martin for both of them and carried 
the glasses into the kitchen for ice. Alone, for a moment, she leaned 
against the wall and willed away the turbulence threatening to rise from 
within her, once more. 

She was going to do this. 

She was going to give herself the chance to come back to life. 

Didn't she owe it to herself? What, after all, did she have to gain in 
keeping a covenant with the dead? Certainly, if such a thing were possible, 
Peter would be the first to forgive her. 

"Forgive me for taking so long," Sada said, smiling, as she handed 
Jean-Michel his glass, then clicked her own against its rim. "What shall we 
drink to?" The convincing coyness in her own words amused her. 

"To this evening?" The smile in the man's eyes was unmistakable. 

"Very well," she agreed, tacitly telling him that she accepted his offer of 
lovemaking. "Please feel free to help yourself to another. I won't be gone 
for long." And with that, Sada disappeared into her bedroom. 

She felt like a schoolgirl, suddenly, indecisive and disorganized about 
choosing her outfit. This was unlike her, and Sada refused to submit to such 
foolishness for another moment. After all, considering all the men she'd 
been with, was there really any reason to doubt that she could please this 
one? 

But that was not the real issue, and she knew it. The question that loomed, 
large and threatening in her mind, was whether or not this man would be able 
to please her. 

She had decided on mauve. An undergown with a tight, Empire waist that 
accentuated the full thrust of her huge breasts. And a flowing, diaphanous 
peignoir of matching color that plunged deep, revealing lots of cleavage. 

Hardly subtle, Sada told herself, when she'd dabbed some fresh fragrance in 
all the right places and was brushing her shining, dark hair to a high 
sheen. Still, subtlety was not really the order of the day. They both wanted 
the same thing. The only question was whether she, too, would achieve her 
goal. 

Jean raised his glass in silent tribute to Sada's undeniable beauty as she 
glided back into the sitting room, emanating a cloud of lilac wherever she 
moved. "Emile's descriptions have not ever done you justice," he said, in 
the charming manner that the French have of implying an erection, never 
further than moments away. 

Sada allowed herself to enjoy the compliment as she settled herself beside 
him on the couch. "Emile can hardly know everything about me, 
comprenez-vous?" 

The twinkle in Jean's huge eyes spoke far more eloquently than any words he 
might have chosen. Without a trace of gaucherie, he gathered Sada into his 
arms and covered her peach colored mouth with his own. 

This was not as she remembered it. But then, Peter's last kiss had been so 
very long ago, could she still be sure? 

Sada pushed her memories aside and fought to remain in the present. She 
parted her lips and accepted the tip of Jean's tongue in between them, 
allowing herself to taste him, to experience him fully. 

He seemed to smell of herbs, and as she ran the tips of her fingers through 
the little hairs at the nape of his neck, Sada became aware of his hardness, 
his intense masculinity. It frightened her, at first, and she wanted to pull 
away, but his arms were wound around her and his fingers were drawing free 
form designs up and down her back. 

As his left palm moved around to cup her breast, Sada thought back to 
Peter's touch. Innocent. Sweet. Simple. Yes, there was quite a difference 
between a man and a boy. Any man. Even a nice one, like this. 

His fingers found her nipple and began to caress the button of flesh through 
the thin material surrounding her body. Sada leaned into his palm and 
listened to the sound of his breathing growing shallow and rapid, the 
all-to-familiar sounds of the male animal in rut... 

* * * 

"Such a sweet little girl!" The officer shoved his tongue into her ear and 
started to lick the tender flesh deep inside. 

Sada couldn't breath. The full weight of his body, flattening hers into the 
floorboards felt as though it were going to crush the very life out of her. 

His breath smelled of 'wurst' and the heavy odor of garlic and beer was 
threatening to make her ill. And still, he kept breathing, panting against 
her neck as he forced himself deeply, painfully into her starving body. 

Sada turned her head, hoping to at least avoid the smell of him. 

"So, I am not good enough to kiss!" 

His hand slapped back and forth, snapping her head from side to side. "You 
do not want your lips on my mouth? You will have your lips on something 
else, fraulein!" 

And with that, he pulled out of her, crawled up over her chest and forced 
his huge, dripping organ deep down into her throat... 

* * * 

Jean's long, dexterous fingers were sliding in underneath the deep neck 
opening of her gown. Sada sighed deeply, pretending a pleasure she did not 
really feel as his touch pressed into the full softness of her silken 
breast. 

"Beautiful," he murmured, nuzzling the side of her neck and kissing his way 
over the curve of her shoulder. "Absolutely beautiful." 

She felt his fingertips coaxing her nipple toward erectness, and Sada felt 
grateful that at least her body was not betraying her to this man. What she 
knew, she knew. And an audience of one was more than enough. 

Still, perhaps, later on she could manage... 

His free hand had moved onto her back again and was beginning to caress its 
way up and down her spine. Sada shivered, not from lust but from fear. He 
must never see those I scars. She must be absolutely certain to make sure 
that the stripes across her back and shoulders remained within the safety of 
her own, personal awareness. It was time, now, to insure her secret. 

"Why don't we go inside?" she murmured in a voice that was liquid silk. "I 
prefer the moonlight to these lamps, don't you?" 

"Whatever you wish." Jean was more than happy to comply. 

They walked to the bedroom in silence. 

Sheer, white curtains covered the full length windows in the bedroom. True 
to Sada's word, there was moonlight drifting in, but not more than enough to 
silhouette and shadow the two of them. 

Jean eased her around into his embrace and sought her mouth hungrily with 
his own. She leaned into the kiss, hoping absently that a miracle would 
happen tonight, that somehow, her system would permit this man to affect 
her, as no other man had in twenty years. 

His fingers brushed their way down over her sides and settled around the 
curve of her hips, kneading the soft flesh there gently, coaxing her closer 
to his tall, hard body. 

She moved against him, aware of the stiffness between his legs. His thighs, 
tight-muscled and tense, pressed against her own, and she could feel his 
heart beating inside his ribcage. 

From long experience at this kind of deception, she ran her fingers through 
his hair and moaned softly. Believing her, Jean ran his hands up between 
their bodies and cupped her breasts tenderly. 

His hands were large, almost large enough to cover the huge mounds that 
filled the bodice of her gown. Sada pressed herself against his palms, 
feeling her flesh flattening from the pressure and feeling, at the same 
time, a tremor of excitement that ran the length of Jean's frame. 

"May we lie down?" he whispered, teasing the lobe of her ear with the tip of 
his even, white teeth. 

"Of course." She took his hand in hers and led him to her bed. "The bathroom 
is behind you," she whispered. 

Jean leaned over and brushed his lips over hers. "I won't be but a moment," 
he said softly. Then, he disappeared into the murky darkness on the other 
side of the room. 

Sada removed her peignoir, smoothed her undergown with the flat of her hands 
and pulled down the bedcovers. It suddenly occurred to her that this was the 
first man who had ever shared this bed with her, and a familiar nervousness 
threatened to take hold. 

Still, she was determined to give herself every opportunity to fully enjoy 
this evening's encounter. Moving hastily, she slipped under the coverlet and 
thrust her hand down between her thighs. 

Through the thin material of her gown, she began to stroke herself, 
massaging the warm crevice between her legs and summoning up fantasies to 
stir her flesh. 

She saw the men she was accustomed to dealing with, back at her "salon". One 
after another, they appeared across her mind's eye as though playing out 
their sexuality on an inner screen. 

The faces were different, but the personalities were essentially the same. 
To a man, they came to her for a particular specialty, a 'talent' for which 
she had earned more than slight renown in certain underground circles. 

Each and every one of them wished to be dominated. Whipped. Humiliated. 
Abused. Directed. 

This, Sada could do, and do well. The anger within her had translated itself 
into an enormous capacity to inflict erotic pain. Again and again, she 
reaped her revenge, although the fulfillment was never more than fleeting. 

A pervasive warmth began to spread through her flesh at the fantasy of those 
men, groveling at her feet, whimpering and crying and begging for the mercy 
they didn't really want or expect. Sada shivered, and brought her free hand 
to her breast, toying with the nipple as she continued to stimulate her 
throbbing slit. 

Then, suddenly, there was the soft sound of a door handle turning, a latch 
sliding open. 

Sada pulled both hands up over the covers and smoothed the edges of her 
hairdo. Reflexively, she smiled in the direction of the sound, even though 
Jean Paul wasn't nearly close enough to see her face. 

His bare feet padded softly across the thick carpet and a moment later, the 
mattress dipped beneath the weight of his knee. 

He leaned over and covered her mouth with his, parting her lips with his 
tongue and tracing the edges of her teeth. Sada wound her soft arms around 
his shoulders and drew him toward her, rubbing the base of his neck and 
purring softly as their kiss continued. 

Jean-Michel kissed his way along the line of her jaw and down into the 
perfumed hollow of her silken throat. His lips slid along the flawless skin, 
adoring its perfection, tasting its tart sweetness. At the same time, he 
drew the coverlet down below her breasts. 

Sada kept her eyes closed as he moved his mouth downward, burrowing into the 
deep valley between the tops of her breasts. His tongue slithered out of his 
mouth and traced the lovely hills of flesh that protruded above the gown, 
making soft, slurping sounds in the darkness of the bedroom. 

She felt nothing. 

Unaware of this, Jean hooked one of his fingers inside the top edge of 
Sada's gown and drew the gauzy material downward, bearing her right breast. 
A moment later, he captured the bare nipple between his lips and sucked it 
inward, while at the same time, the flat of his tongue laved the blunt-edged 
tip. 

Sada stroked the crown of his head rhythmically, pressing him a little more 
tightly to her naked breast. His manner, his approach were gentle, 
considerate, and although she was not responding with anything remotely 
resembling passion, she did not object to his closeness, really. And she 
made no move to protest when he pushed the other side of her neckline 
downward, until the bodice was tucked below the swell of her bosom. 

Now, Jean had one of her naked breasts in each of his huge hands. He bent 
his head and alternated his kisses between the perfectly shaped mounds, 
lingering at the nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh there with a quick, 
knowing tongue, until both points stood up high and wet. Sada kept her eyes 
closed and allowed him the freedom of her body. She could tell that he was 
loving every moment of this, flying high on her closeness and her near 
nakedness. And he had no idea... no idea at all about the barriers that were 
preventing her from being with him fully, in spirit and desire. 

His mouth kissed its way eagerly upward again until it found her own, once 
more. This time, Jean's kiss was stronger, harder, more insistent as he slid 
his tongue into her mouth and pulled her close to him. 

He pushed the coverlet the rest of the way down, sending it over the edge of 
the mattress with his foot. Sada permitted herself to be guided by him, and 
rolled fully into his embrace, stretching her body out, full length, against 
his own. 

Jean was hard. His long, thick cock pressed tightly against Sada's thigh, 
and she could feel the eager flesh throbbing through the thin material of 
her gown. A pang of fear ripped through her, and she clung more tightly to 
him, as though by holding on, somehow, she could gain courage and strength 
from his body. 

He reached his arm down and began to slide the silken fabric of her gown up 
over her legs. 

Sada lifted herself slightly, permitting the garment to bunch high up over 
her hips. Then, suddenly irritated by the clumsiness of the situation, she 
moved slightly away, slipped the gown over her head and tossed it off into 
the darkness. 

Fully naked now, she lay on her back in the darkness, waiting, hoping for 
Jean to excite her beyond herself. The awareness of her nudity, so very 
close to his own impelled him to begin exploring her body with the tips of 
his fingers. 

He traced the outline of her form, beginning with the soft, powdered curve 
of her shoulder, up and down the length of her arm, over the curve of her 
breasts and onto the softly rounded rise of her belly. 

Sada continued to stroke the nape of Jean's neck, intensely aware of the 
fact that his touch had come to a standstill, just above the thick bush of 
her pubic nest. 

"What is the matter?" she whispered softly, after a few more moments had 
elapsed. 

"Nothing. Nothing really." Jean was obviously lying. 

"No... please... tell me," Sada insisted, sliding two fingers to his jawline 
and turning his face in her direction. 

"I seem to sense... " Again he hesitated. "I don't know exactly how to 
phrase this, Sada. I feel as though you are not completely involved in what 
we are doing." 

She fought not to bolt and run like a frightened antelope. "Is that so?" she 
whispered, winding her arms around his shoulders. "Come over here and I'll 
show you just how involved I am." 

She pulled him toward her and brought his mouth down over her own. At the 
same time, she urged him over on top of her and spread her legs wide, 
allowing him to adjust his body in between her soft thighs. 

The length of his erection extended from the crevice of her vagina far up 
past her navel. Sada wound her arms more tightly around his wide shoulders 
and sucked Jean's tongue all the way down into her throat. 

More than anything else, she was aware of the burning heat emanating from 
his throbbing organ. The hardness of it, trapped between their naked bodies 
and, of course, its impressive size. 

Slowly, purposefully, she began to undulate her pelvis, rubbing herself up 
against his taut flesh. She moved her belly in such a way as to make it roll 
his penis back and forth, rubbing the sensitive underside of the massive 
organ, teasing him beyond control. 

Jean groaned and wound his arms about her, shoving his hands down beneath 
the backs of her hips. 

Inside herself, Sada smiled, relieved. She had fooled him into believing 
her. Men were so easy to deceive, she thought to herself, as she felt him 
kneading the soft flesh of her buttocks with his trembling fingers. Men were 
like little children, really. And she'd never met a one 

that wasn't a slave to his penis... except, of course, for Peter. 

He slid downward a little, and the head of his cock moved into the warm, 
furry nest between Sada's thighs. Deftly, she twisted her body and closed 
her thighs, quickly, trapping his stiff tool between them, its upper side 
lodged between her nether lips, its head thrust backward into the warm 
valley between her buttocks. 

She flexed the muscles of her thighs and squeezed his erection more tightly, 
rubbing herself back and forth around the length of it, teasing Jean into a 
state of near madness. 

His mouth was suddenly, everywhere, on her breasts, on her shoulders, up and 
down along the side of her neck. At the same time, he humped his hips 
wildly, sliding his rigid shaft harder and faster against and between Sada's 
soft, yielding flesh. 

If nothing else, she knew, she had to show this man a wonderful time. It 
would not do for someone... especially someone so close to her family to 
even guess at her terrible secret. 

By the time Jean left her, she vowed, she was going to make it her business 
to convince him that she was one of the most passionate women he'd ever met. 

She flattened her palms against his hard chest and gently eased him off and 
over onto his side. Then, humming deep in her throat, Sada began to cover 
his body with her lips. 

Jean let out a low, desperate groan of pleasure that told her he was in her 
power now. Satisfied, Sada guided him flat onto his back and started to kiss 
her way downward. 

His flesh was covered with a fine layer of film, and he tasted from salt as 
Sada nibbled her way along the tight muscles of his stomach. 

She felt him responding beneath her, his body rippling as she kissed and 
tongued her way down into the thickness of his pubic hair, allowing her chin 
to graze lightly over the flesh at the root of his prick. 

Purposely, knowing it would drive him wild, she avoided direct 
mouth-to-penis contact and slid down even further, to where she could press 
her lips to the insides of his thighs. 

Jean cried out with pleasure and spread his legs wide apart, giving Sada 
full access to his genital area. 

Sada knew exactly what to do... just what would please him and leave him 
with the point of view pertaining to her that she wanted so desperately for 
him to have. 

Placing her hands on his thighs, she began to kiss her way in slow, moist 
circles over the very sensitive flesh. Her cheek brushed against his scrotum 
and she felt his cock flex in the darkness, throbbing with excitement and 
need. 

She extended the tip of her tongue and began to lick her way across his 
balls to his other thigh. Jean jumped and shivered violently at Sada's 
fleeting contact, groaning from deep in his throat as she placed her mouth 
on his opposite thigh and started to tease him there once again, 
maddeningly. 

The heat seemed to be pouring out of his body. Sada could actually feel it 
thickening the air around her as she traced the crease at the juncture of 
his thigh and torso, licking her way downward until her nose and mouth were 
hidden behind his testicles. 

She found the place where his sac was joined to his body and began to tease 
it with the point of her tongue, knowing just where to lick and how hard to 
press her lips to the tender flesh. 

Inspired by his enthusiastic response, Sada captured one of the heavy orbs 
in her mouth and rolled it lightly back and forth across her tongue, until 
Jean was writhing and groaning with need. His knees shot up in the air and 
he began to twist himself back and forth on the mattress, calling out to 
her, begging her for more. 

Committed fully to her cause now, Sada curled her tongue around the base of 
his hard shaft and began to coat the heavy organ with warm, wet saliva. 
Everyplace she touched brought little cries that sounded like anguish, 
ripping up out of Jean's dry throat... and Sada knew that she was doing 
well. That she was accomplishing just what she'd set out to. 

Suddenly, the task seemed to almost obscure the reason, as Sada began to 
tease the sensitive glans with the tip of her tongue. Around and around she 
swirled it, until at last, she allowed the thick, fat head of his cock to 
slip in between her warm lips. 

Jean cried out in his excitement and thrust his legs straight down toward 
the edge of the bed. Now, his mammoth organ stood high away from his body, 
pulsing strongly between Sada's lips as she continued to tease and thrill 
the nerve endings at its tip. 

Jean reached down and stroked her long hair, smoothing it with his damp 
palm, asking her silently for more. 

And Sada was glad. She knew what he wanted now, what he so desperately 
needed, and she was happy to give it to him. Suddenly, she knew that she had 
won. From here on in, it was just a matter of mechanics. 

Inch by inch, she took his pulsing rod further down into her throat, 
squeezing the stiff flesh with her lips, milking it with a steady, up and 
down motion. 

The soft, wet sounds of her sucking seemed to explode with the force of 
gunfire around them, as Jean thrust his hips up and down, in a wild attempt 
to immerse himself, completely, in the warm cavern of Sada's tantalizing 
mouth. 

She had a choice to make now, but Sada knew, at the same time, that there 
was no choice, really. She couldn't let him fuck her. Couldn't allow herself 
to yield in that way to this man... or any man, for that matter. 

Surely, she had tried for this not to be so, but there it was. She was 
convinced that she'd made an honest attempt to change her outlook, but it 
hadn't worked. It wasn't Jean's fault. It was because of what life had 
brought to her, and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it. 

Needing now to finish this and be done with the effort, Sada wrapped her 
fingers around the base of Jean's prick and started to jerk it up and down, 
in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. She felt Jean's muscle responding to 
her, throbbing and flexing in her mouth, seeming to grow even fatter and 
longer than before. 

And suddenly, Sada wanted something... anything, for herself. That Jean was 
alone at his level of excitement was not acceptable to her, completely. And 
she knew what she was capable of doing. 

Without removing her mouth from his erect pole, she got to her knees and 
began to pivot her body in the bed. In another few moments, Jean got the 
message and helped her, guiding her left knee across his body to the other 
side. 

While Sada continued to suck on his throbbing, pounding cock, Jean ran his 
damp palms over the lush hills of her naked ass cheeks. Slowly, but 
steadily, he aimed his thumbs closer and closer to the deep cleft in the 
middle of her furry triangle. Then, with a loud groan of desire, he spread 
her lips apart and guided her pussy down over his sweating face. 

He thrust his tongue all the way up into her hole and fluttered it against 
the sensitive knob. Sada shuddered and pressed herself more tightly into the 
contact, loving the way his mouth was making her clitoris harden and poke 
out from between its protective folds of skin. 

Jean knew what he was doing, and in a matter of moments, he had Sada 
groaning every bit as loudly as himself, thrashing her hips around in that 
age-old marathon of urgent desire. 

She rubbed herself back and forth against his tongue, trembling as her body 
started to sweat and a great wave of arousal flooded her pussy with warm, 
sticky fluid. Again and again she bore down, welcoming the thrilling 
torrents that were taking hold of her flesh now, making her ache with need 
for completion. 

It only took a few more minutes, and then, suddenly, they were both crying 
out with urgency. 

Sada felt the first spurt of semen explode from the tip of Jean's hot organ 
and she swallowed it eagerly, knowing that this would add to his pleasure. 
At the same time, she jerked his shaft up and down with steady, rapid 
motions, until his body was convulsed in a spasm of wild, uncontrollable 
explosions. 

And then, it was her turn. Gasping as though in pain, she gave herself over 
to the tumultuous uprising throughout her flesh. She felt the wetness 
between her thighs increase and heard the loud, slurping sounds of Jean's 
eager mouth, swallowing her offering lustily, drinking her every drop just 
as she'd done with his. 

At last they lay quietly in the darkness, exhausted and fighting for breath. 

"You are wonderful, Sada. Absolutely wonderful," Jean said, in a voice that 
was recognizable as his own, once again. 

Sada turned her head and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. She had 
succeeded. She had fooled him. Once again, her secret was safe, and now she 
could rest in peace. 

But somehow, after she'd seen him to the door and was on her way back to 
bed, Sada experienced the premonition that tonight would not be one of rest. 
For the memories were there again, pulsing just below the surface of her 
awareness, Fighting to come through and tug her back downward through time. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was dawn, and Sada lay on the velvet couch in the living room. She had 
been there for most of the night, smoking cigarettes and emptying glass 
after glass of brandy down into her throat. 

And still, her mind would not relax and her body remained tense, defensive, 
as though any lowering of the guard would bring ancient horrors into the 
present, once again. 

She didn't really want to take drugs, but she realized that she could not go 
on feeling like this much longer, without breaking into uncontrollable 
hysteria. Moving on leaden feet, she crossed to her desk, opened the drawer 
and removed a vial of pills. 

In deference to her tension level, Sada took two of the pills and placed 
them on her tongue. Then, she washed them down with the last of the brandy 
and soda in her glass and lay back on the sofa to wait for sleep. 

The drug began to take hold of her body and Sada smiled. Soon, she promised 
herself, she would be asleep and saved from her memories for one more night. 

And yet, even as she told herself this, she knew it was a lie... for there 
they were, coming up for her, presenting the past across her mind's eye 
every bit as clearly as though it were happening all over again. 

And now, she was too tired, too weak to avoid reliving that part of her life 
all over again, in vivid, horrible detail... 

* * * 

Sada was seated at the huge wooden table in the kitchen, hemming the dress 
that mama had helped her make. With each stitch, she felt a renewed 
excitement pounding in her chest. Yellow was Peter's favorite color. He 
would like her in this. Even better, he would love her. She just knew it. 

A loud, insistent knocking resounded through the rooms, startling her. She 
glanced upward and met her mother's eye, seeing in it a fear that Sada had 
never before witnessed. 

Fraulein Melcher pointed a trembling hand toward the door leading to the 
root cellar. "Go in there, Sada. And do not come out, no matter what 
happens. No matter what, do you understand?" 

A terrible fear gripped her heart as the pounding repeated itself against 
the front door. Knowing better than to show disrespect to her mother, Sada 
nodded and hurried to the wooden door, and then down the stairs into the 
dark, dank underground space. 

Crouching below the stairwell, she listened to the sounds coming from 
upstairs. 

"This is the home of Professor Leopold Melcher, is it not?" The deep male 
voice was hideous in its Aryan righteousness. 

"Yes, that is so," her mother answered, and Sada could hear the fear 
thinning the woman's voice, raising its pitch. 

Suddenly, there was a thundering of rapid footsteps, echoing through the 
house. 

"Tell your husband to come out here." 

"He is not at home." 

"I said, get him." 

"I am sorry, but I cannot. He has gone to Munich." 

"To Munich, eh?" The man's voice was filled with disbelief and scorn. "And 
just what is he doing there, may I ask?" 

"He has gone to give a lecture at the university. He is well known in the 
field of Political Science. He is often called upon to speak to students... 
" 

"We are very well aware of what your husband is doing," the man snapped. 
"Now, I am going to give you one more opportunity to tell me what I want to 
know, and I would suggest that you cooperate, if you care at all about your 
own safety. Call your husband and tell him to come down here, this minute!" 

"I swear, there is no one in the house but me!" she cried, as though in 
pain, suddenly. 

"We will see." 

And then, there was a scream. Mama's scream. 

The sound cut through her body like a dagger, doubling Sada over until she 
hugged her stomach and rocked with anguish. All sorts of terrible visions 
crossed her mind and she shook violently, hardly daring to remember some of 
the stories she'd heard about what the SS men would do if they suspected 
anyone of being a disloyal to the Fatherland. 

She heard what sounded like some sort of scuffling, coming from the kitchen, 
and Sada clapped her hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. 
Wildly, she looked about in the darkness, as though expecting by some 
miracle, that a route of escape to suddenly materialize. There was none, and 
a cold sweat suddenly suffused her young body. 

"Please... don't... I swear, my husband is not at home. You can search for 
yourself, if you think he is hiding in one of the bedrooms." 

"There will be no need for that," the man said, his tone sounding 
frighteningly confident to the girl crouched in the root cellar. "I will not 
have to go searching for him. If he is any kind of a man at all, he will 
come to me!" 

And then, the unmistakable sound of a hand, loudly slapping naked flesh, 
accompanied by the high-pitched wail of a woman in pain. 

Sada felt as though her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. Slowly, 
carefully, she crawled out from underneath the staircase and started to move 
up toward the door. No matter what happened to her, she had to know what was 
going on up there. 

Anything was better than the things she was imagining. 

She managed to reach the top step without making a sound. Pressing her eye 
to a knothole, Sada peered through into the other room, just in time to see 
her mother's beautiful face contorted with pain. 

The man was tall, powerfully-built and dressed in the uniform that left no 
room for misunderstanding. The twisted, broken cross of the Nazi Party 
seemed to throb on his armband, as he twisted his fingers deeper and deeper 
into her mother's long, blonde hair. 

His right hand had captured one of her mother's breasts and was squeezing 
the softness of it, kneading the captive flesh through the material of her 
dress. 

"Frau Melcher, I must confess that if, indeed, you are really alone in the 
house, there is a part of me that is not sorry," the officer said, reaching 
for the top button below her throat. 

Her mother wailed and tried to protect herself. Her hands flew to the man's 
wrist, trying to restrain him from opening the front of her dress. 

He pulled his fingers free of her grasp and slapped her back and forth 
across the face. Her head twisted right and left, responding to the heavy 
blows almost as though it were weightless. 

Then, before she had a chance to recover her wits, the officer grabbed the 
front of her dress and ripped it from her body. 

Sada's breath turned to fire in her lungs as her mother's huge, pendulous 
breasts leaped into full view. The deep, red centers were as large as coat 
buttons. 

"Very nice. Very nice, indeed," the officer said, as he squeezed one of the 
huge nipples between his powerful fingers. 

The woman groaned and her knees began to buckle with pain. Seemingly 
oblivious, the officer continued to apply pressure to the delicate knob of 
flesh until the woman's face went pale and her eyes started to roll upward 
in her head. 

Then, he reached for the other breast and started to feel its cushiony 
softness, exploring the soft mound with cruel, demanding fingers. 

The woman groaned and started to tremble violently. "Please," she begged, in 
a deep, rasping voice. "Don't do this to me. I will give you anything you 
want. I have a little money in the house. I know where I can get more." 

The officer laughed and continued to squeeze her naked breast. "I do not 
want your money, Frau Melcher. This is what I want!" 

With that, he thrust his hand downward and clutched the trembling woman 
between the thighs, squeezing her private parts through the material of her 
ripped and crumpled dress. 

Sada's mother leaped backward, and her spine hit sharply against the edge of 
the heavy wooden kitchen table. She shrieked in pain and squeezed her thighs 
together, attempting, uselessly, to protect herself from the officer's cruel 
hand. 

It was useless. With one, precise motion, he pushed her backward, and she 
fell onto the table. Before she'd had an opportunity to recover her balance, 
the man had shoved her skirt up over her belly and was squeezing the full, 
rounded flesh of her inner thigh. 

From the angle at which she was witnessing all of this, Sada was clearly 
able to see the huge bulge that had formed prominently in the front of the 
soldier's trousers. It protruded obscenely, making the material of his pants 
stand far out from his body. 

Her mother's genitals were covered only by a pair of cotton underpants which 
were no match for the man's maniacal strength. With one sharp ripping sound, 
they were tom loose from her body, revealing a sparse layer of flaxen 
colored curls at the base of the woman's heaving belly. 

"And what have we here?" the soldier taunted, as he slid his palm onto the 
silken bush and began to rub it back and forth between the woman's thighs. 

Suddenly, screaming out as though she were experiencing the fires of hell, 
Sada's mother flung herself away from his brutal touch. In an instant, she 
had fallen off the table, arms and legs beating the air wildly, until she 
lay in a crumpled, sobbing heap on the floor, at the officer's feet. 

He lifted his boot and sent the toe digging viciously into her hip. 

Sada's mother gasped with pain. 

"I would have thought you possessed the good sense to cooperate," the 
officer said, unbuckling the thick leather belt and pulling it from its 
trouser loops. "I see now, that you are going to require a little more 
persuasion." 

With that, he snaked the leather strap through the air, catching the woman 
directly across her naked breasts. 

Frau Melcher screamed in pain and crossed her arms over the wounded area, 
but it was useless. Again and again the heavy leather belt whizzed through 
the air, landing on her shoulders, her stomach, her back... lashing her 
shaking body until it lay in a bruised, quivering heap on the floor. 

The officer's grey eyes seemed to come to sudden, intense awareness. He 
licked his lips and stared down at the woman sobbing before him, her body 
striped with cruel, red welts, her breasts heaving as she cried bitterly. 

"Now, perhaps, you will consider a little more carefully before you attempt 
to resist a German officer!" he snapped, reaching down to that bulge between 
his thighs and cupping it rhythmically. 

The bruised and bloodied woman covered her face with her hands and began to 
sob loudly, her shoulders heaving as she cried. 

Watching her in her misery, the soldier seemed to grow even more excited. 
With a quick, downward flick of his wrist, he opened the front of his 
trousers, thrust his hand inside and drew out his long, stiff organ. 

Behind the door, Sada's eyes widened at the sight of it. She had never 
imagined that a man could be so large, so thick. He looked more like one of 
the horses she'd seen in the fields than what she imagined a human being 
would be built like. As much as she wished not to, she could not avert her 
gaze from the sight of his imposing maleness. 

He continued to stare down at the woman who was crying at his feet. As he 
watched her, the soldier began to stroke his organ, rubbing it slowly back 
and forth with his curved fingers. 

"Get on your knees, Frau Melcher." 

"No... please, I implore you!" 

The front of his black leather boot connected smartly with her knee, making 
her scream with agony. 

"I said, on your knees! Or would you prefer I tie you down?" His eyes 
narrowed and he glared menacingly at the woman. 

And she knew she was beaten. 

Slowly, painfully, she dragged herself up to a kneeling position. Her face 
was streaked with her tears and her lower lip trembled as she regarded the 
enormous, inescapable erection in front of her. 

"Take this into your mouth and show me how sorry you are for being 
disrespectful," the officer commanded, waving his tool at her, brandishing 
the erection as though it were a sword. "Now!" 

As though she had been propelled forward by some tremendous force, Frau 
Melcher leaped to obey the officer's command. She reached for his massive 
organ and stayed there for a few moments, on her knees, just regarding it 
with disbelief. 

The officer reached down with his left hand and twisted his fingers into her 
hair, once again. The woman's face screwed up with pain. 

"I said suck!" His voice boomed through the house, through the world, it 
seemed, echoing inside Sada's skull like the aftermath of a bomb. 

Frau Melcher parted her quivering lips but made no move to draw closer to 
the soldier's exposed flesh. 

He thrust his hips forward and sent the head of his enormous flesh pole down 
into her throat. 

She tried to back away, but he grabbed her head with both of his powerful 
hands and forced her to remain stationary, while he thrust his long, fat 
cock in and out of her mouth. Again and again he buried his tool to the 
hilt, mindless of the way the woman was gagging and choking and making 
small, muffled sounds of agony. 

Suddenly, he withdrew from her mouth, reached down and pulled her up onto 
her feet. Without saying a word, he turned her around and pushed the top of 
her body down flat over the table surface. 

Squeezing the fingers of his left hand into the nape of her neck, the 
officer held the quivering woman positioned over the table, while the 
fingers of his other hand worked to pull her tom dress up over her hips. 

The full, round hills of her buttocks came into view, dimpled and quivering 
as she thrashed around. The soldier lifted his hand high into the air and 
brought it down with a crashing smack against the right side of her behind. 

Frau Melcher cried out in pain and her hips bucked upward, as though 
bouncing back in response to the slap they had just received. 

The soldier cupped his palm to one of her globes and dug the tips of his 
fingers in deeply... squeezing the soft, pliant flesh until the woman was 
screaming all over again, crying out at the top of her lungs with pain. 

His only response was to start slapping her again. Over and over, the sharp 
sound of flesh meeting bare flesh filled the room, until the woman's plump, 
jiggling behind was pink and swollen, and the stripes of white where his 
fingers had whacked her helpless flesh were clearly visible. 

His cock was standing out from his pants, seeming to be even thicker and 
harder than before. The soldier reached down in between the cheeks of Frau 
Melcher's wounded bottom and said something to her that was too soft for 
Sada to understand. 

A moment later, however, the words he had spoken became painfully clear, as 
the helpless woman slowly spread her legs apart and let her body go limp on 
the table with one long, capitulating sigh. 

Immediately, the man's hand dove in between the pink half moons and found 
the- dark cleft, framed with soft hair. Grunting like an animal, he shoved 
his middle finger into the warm channel, and buried it all the way to the 
third knuckle, holding it there for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of 
the woman's hole, before starting to move again. 

His arm moved back and forth, and his finger slid in and out of the hot 
tunnel, while other fingers pried aside the protective, outer lips, 
affording him... and, unfortunately, Sada as well, a better view of the 
woman's private parts. 

Cautioning her not to move, if she valued her life, the soldier released his 
grip on the base of her neck and walked around to stand directly behind her. 

Viciously, he kicked at one of her legs, until she had spread herself as 
wide apart as was possible, without falling. Then, the soldier grabbed the 
thick root of his cock and aimed the head into the deep valley before him. 

Frau Melcher screamed with pain, as the Nazi soldier ripped into her, 
thrusting his cock forcefully, brutally up into her dry, resisting channel. 
Her head snapped back with pain and the tendons of her neck stood out far 
from the soft flesh, attesting to the agony and humiliation that the woman 
was being forced to endure. 

If anything, the man became even more excited. He reached down and scooped 
up a handful of ass flesh in each palm. His fingers dug in deeply, 
painfully, as he spread her ass cheeks and, consequently, her pussy lips as 
well. 

Then, he began to pump in and out, shoving his cock all the way up into her 
hole, ripping and bruising her flesh without thought, without concern. 

He seemed to go on like that forever, sliding in to the hilt and then 
pulling himself backward, until just the head of his cock was hidden inside 
the helpless woman's body. 

Suddenly, a deep, guttural sound like that of a wounded animal rose from 
deep in his throat. He threw himself forward on top of the woman. His hands 
dove downward, and captured her bare breasts, squeezing them until they were 
misshapen and the poor woman was whimpering in pain. 

Sada watched, fascinated and horrified at the same time, as the man pounded 
his way into her mother's body, groaning with lust, shaking the table legs 
until they squealed in protest. 

And then, he seemed to convulse in wild, uncontrollable spasms that shook 
his entire frame before he went limp, panting for breath. 

When he stood up again, his cock was noticeably shrunken and lighter in 
color. He reached for a comer of the yellow dress that Sada had been making 
on the table, lifted the material to his genitals and wiped himself dry. 
Then, he tucked his prick back into his pants and closed them. 

"You tell your husband that I was here looking for him," the soldier said. 
"And you may rest assured, dear lady, that I shall be back again. And again 
and again until I have found him!" Then, he turned on his heel and walked 
from the house, banging the front door loudly behind him. 

As soon as it was clear that he was gone, Sada lurched from her hiding place 
and threw herself across the room toward the sobbing woman. "Mama, mama," 
the girl wailed, as the tears exploded from her wide, sorrowful eyes. 

"Go away," the woman wailed, her voice rippling with anguish. "I cannot bear 
to look at you... to have you see me like this!" 

"But Mama... " 

"Away! I beg of you... please!" Her mother dissolved in tears, falling into 
a wooden chair and burying her face in her arms. 

Sada stood absolutely still, for a moment, caught in the vortex of confusion 
and wild, ambivalent thoughts. Then, she turned and ran from the house, 
grabbing her coat on the way out the front door, breathless and sobbing as 
she began to run toward the only sanctuary she could imagine... the warmth 
of Peter's arms. 

* * * 

Like Sada, Peter was a student and lived with his family. He was eighteen 
and a half, almost two full years older than she, but the difference in 
their ages had only served to enhance their relationship. 

Sada admired Peter, respected him, looked up to him. He seemed to know so 
much more about the world, and often, when she had a question or felt 
confused, it was Peter who clarified life for her, and made things tolerably 
simple. 

Today, however, was a different situation entirely. She was not running to 
him, so much for explanation as she was for reassurance. It seemed, 
suddenly, as though the whole world were collapsing around her. Going crazy. 
Turning itself around so many times that she just did not know what to 
believe in anymore. 

Except, for Peter. She believed in him and would, she knew, until they day 
that she died. 

The sound of the bell ringing seemed to go on forever as she stood in front 
of the Schuller house, pulling the little metal chain. 

A young woman, hardly more than Sada's age, opened the heavy wooden door, 
her eyes flashing slight annoyance. "I was in the kitchen," she explained, 
once she'd nodded in recognition at Sada. "Is something the matter, 
fraulein?" 

"Is Peter at home?" Sada asked, breathless with fear, suddenly, that he 
might not be. 

"Yes, he is in his room. Shall I call him?" 

"No... I know the way," Sada answered and hurried toward the intricately 
carved staircase that wound upward to the second and third floors. 

At the age of seventeen, Peter had furnished the attic of his parent's 
house, claiming that he needed more space and more privacy than his former 
bedroom permitted. It was here, then, that Sada found him after she'd run, 
without stopping, up the three flights of stairs. 

The handsome youth turned from his desk, and as soon as he saw Sada's 
agitated expression, his eyes opened wide with concern. "What has happened?" 
he asked, standing rapidly and gathering the sobbing girl into his arms. 

Sada wanted to speak, wanted to tell him everything, but suddenly, all she 
could do was lean against Peter's strong body and cry her heart out into the 
folds of his blouse. Finally, when she was able to compose herself, she told 
him what had transpired back at her house. 

Peter's expression turned dark with anger, and he guided Sada over to the 
edge of his bed. 

"This is serious," he thought aloud. "Very serious, Sada. There is something 
they want with your father. Something wrong, you know?" 

Sada's little shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug. "I swear, I cannot 
imagine what it is," she said, sincerely. "My father has always been a 
respected man in this town. Until THEY came into power, his position at the 
university was unquestioned. He is a scholar. A learned man. Why are they 
persecuting him?" 

Peter's forehead became suddenly creased and he leaned closer to the weeping 
girl. "Sada, you know there is no reason to hold anything back from me, 
don't you?" He squeezed her shoulder. 

She nodded. "We have no secrets," she murmured. "You know I tell you 
everything." 

"Then tell me this," Peter said. "Is it possible... and I swear, it will 
make no difference in the way I feel about you if the answer is yes... but 
is there any chance, do you think, that your father has been doing or saying 
anything against the Third Reich? Is he, perhaps, a member of the 
underground?" 

Sada's eyes widened with fear and confusion. "How would I know anything like 
that?" she asked. "My father does not speak to me of politics. He is only... 
well, he is only my father." 

Peter nodded his head, apparently accepting everything Sada said as being 
the absolute truth. 

"Look," Sada said, grasping his arm tightly. "Your father is a judge. He 
must have connections. I know he does. Can't you speak to him? Can't you ask 
him to intervene on poppa's behalf? That man, today, Peter... I thought he 
was going to kill mama!" 

Sada started to weep again, and sagged against Peter's chest. 

He stroked her hair gently and kissed the side of her face, brushing away 
the strands of hair that had clung there. "There is only one way to be 
sure," he said. 

"To be sure of what?" Sada replied. 

"I mean, to offer proof of your father's loyalty to the country. To show, 
once and for all, that there is nothing he has to hide." 

"And what is that?" 

"His papers," Peter said. "You must know where he keeps his files." 

"Certainly I do," Sada answered. "He always works in the house. There is a 
room, where I am not allowed to go." 

Peter's eyebrow arched. "Ahah... then, perhaps he has something that he 
means to hide!" 

"Peter! How can you even say such a thing to me?" Sada's voice cracked with 
emotion as she drew backward, away from the boy. "We have known each other 
for years. You have dined in my house. Has my father, even once, spoken of 
anything that would lead you to believe he was a troublemaker. Surely, he is 
as frightened and disturbed as all of us about what has been happening to 
Germany." 

"Yes, my darling, I know... I know," Peter said softly. "But if you want my 
father to intervene, there must be some proof, some evidence that your 
poppa's work is not at cross purposes with the government. Isn't there a 
particular place that you know of where your father keeps... how shall I 
say, special things?" 

Sada knew exactly what Peter was talking about. Even as he phrased the 
words, her image of that big closet in poppa's office came into view. The 
metal box with the key that he kept tucked at the bottom of his left desk 
drawer. 

She hesitated, torn with conflict, feeling, all of a sudden, that she was 
betraying her own flesh and blood. 

"Oh, Peter, I couldn't," she murmured, her voice as soft as though there 
were actually someone listening at the window. "It is forbidden for me to go 
in there. It would be disrespectful, disobedient." 

"Forgive me," Peter said, "but would you rather wait until there is a 
repetition of what happened today or, heaven forbid, something worse? There 
is nothing that the soldiers will not do, if they are led to believe that 
there is a traitor in their midst." Sada chewed her lower lip, aching with 
the pain of indecision. There was truth in what Peter was telling her, she 
knew. And still, something inside prevented her from doing as he asked. 

"Perhaps when he gets back, I can suggest to him... " 

"And when will that be?" Peter asked. 

"Sometime next week." 

"Do you think that the officer is going to wait until then before he comes 
back to the house, Sada? I'm telling you," he reached out and squeezed her 
shoulders, underscoring the seriousness of his words. "That man will come 
back tomorrow, and the day after that, and every day thereafter, if he must. 
I know the way they work, my dearest. They are relentless!" 

"Oh, Peter, I'm so afraid!" Sada whispered. 

"I know, I know you are," Peter said, pulling her into his arms and hugging 
her tightly. "But you must trust me, Sada. You must listen to what I say and 
do as I tell you to. Your father is not here now, and you must protect your 
family in his stead. Won't you let me help you?" 

Sada looked up at him, and into the deep blue pools of his huge, loving 
eyes. She could see only good there, only love and concern for the welfare 
of her family and herself. 

"You do trust me, don't you?" Peter asked. 

"Of course I do!" she avowed. "It is not a question of that." 

"Then why are you hesitating?" 

Sada shrugged. I'm just too frightened to think!" She fell back onto the bed 
and started to weep bitterly. 

Peter hesitated for a moment, eyeing her carefully. Then, he moved down 
toward her tear-stained face and whispered, "Come here, where it is safe, my 
darling. Let me help you to feel better." 

She couldn't believe what was happening... that she was actually opening up 
her arms to him, welcoming the feeling of his body against hers, lifting her 
mouth toward his kiss so soon after witnessing what it was possible for a 
man to do to a woman. 

But even now, still in the aftermath of the violence she had witnessed, Sada 
knew that for her, Peter was a world set apart from the rest of humanity. 
This wonderful boy who was twining the tip of his tongue around hers, could 
never harm her, never lead her astray. All he wanted was to love her. And 
all she wanted was to be worthy of that love. 

Trembling and hugging each other tightly, they rolled across the bed, coming 
to a stop with Peter lying on top of Sada's trembling body. 

Immediately, she spread her thighs wide and pressed her pussy against his 
crotch, seeking reassurance on the most primitive, physical level. 

Peter pressed himself against her, encouraging her with his body to give her 
fears to him, to trust him completely, to allow herself the safety of his 
protection. 

She tasted the sweetness of his mouth and took the full length of his tongue 
inside her own. Moaning softly, she parted her lips as wide as she could, 
losing herself in their kiss, grateful beyond words that there was still 
something in this world that could make her forget what had just happened at 
home. 

Peter's hands slid in between their bodies and he cupped her breasts, 
caressing them gently until the little nipples pressed out from the softer 
flesh around them. 

"I love you so much, Peter," she whispered, as he began to open the buttons 
of her blouse. 

"And I love you, mein liebchen," he answered, as his lips sought the sweet 
valley between her breasts. 

"Peter... you know we mustn't" she whispered hoarsely, as he scooped her 
breasts out into the open and began to tongue the warm flesh. 

"Yes, I know," he answered. "And you must know that you can trust me. I have 
never tried to force you to do anything that you do not wish to do, have I?" 

"Of course not," Sada answered truthfully, relaxing her body now, fully 
aware, once again, that she was safe here with Peter. 

As he crossed the room to slide the bolt across, Sada slipped off her 
clothing until only her panties remained. Trembling with eagerness, she 
pulled the covers over her nakedness, waiting eagerly for Peter to return. 

He crawled toward her on his knees, eyes wide with desire and adoration. 
Sada stretched her arms out to him and welcomed him back into her embrace, 
suddenly aware that only the thin coverlet hid her body from his view. 

As though in deference to her modesty, Peter pulled away and started to take 
off his own clothes. Sada watched, fascinated, as his beautifully 
proportioned flesh came into sight, so graceful and lithe and desirable to 
her. 

As Peter bent over to untie his shoelaces, Sada reached out and touched her 
trembling fingertips to his back. The flesh there was smooth and warm 
beneath her hand, and she knew, instinctively, that this boy could not be 
capable of harming her. 

Peter stood and pushed his shorts down, revealing his nakedness completely. 
Sada turned from the sight of his half-hard penis, suddenly remembering what 
she had so recently seen. 

As though he could read her thoughts, and her fears, Peter hurried back to 
her and took her into his arms. The warmth and closeness of his flesh 
excited her, and Sada could not help but respond, hugging him tightly, too, 
pressing her Ups to his shoulder. 

He eased her back onto the mattress and, very gently, lowered the covers 
away from her body. The full rise of her firm young breasts came into view, 
hidden a moment later, by Peter's smooth face as he bent over to kiss one 
nipple and then the other. 

Sada lifted her upper body, shoving her breast even deeper into the boy's 
eager, suckling mouth. Peter grazed the delicate point of flesh with the 
edges of his teeth, sending tremors of excitement and delight running the 
length of Sada's almost naked body. 

Slowly, he began to kiss his way downward, moving his mouth over the curve 
of her belly and stopping only when he came to the waistband of her panties. 
Pausing there, he breathed against her stomach, and began to plant wet, 
little kisses on her navel. 

Sada's head twisted back and forth on the pillow as she felt the heat 
starting to rise through her body. Between her thighs, her little cavern was 
growing hotter and moister with each passing moment. She could start to 
smell the beginnings of her own love juice, as it oozed out of her little 
tunnel in response to Peter's closeness, and the feel of his mouth on her 
belly. 

He started to move his head downward again, until his mouth was over the 
soft pillow of her pubic bush, hidden only by the thin material of her 
panties. Peter's warm breath was penetrating the material, creeping down to 
the roots of those curls, drifting into the little slot that felt now, as 
though it were catching fire. 

Sada started to wriggle her hips, pushing her crotch up tighter into Peter's 
flushed and sweating face. The boy extended his tongue and started to lick 
the fabric over her pussy lips, adding moisture to the dark circle of 
wetness that was already forming and spreading, as her excitement grew. 

"Please, Peter... do it," Sada gasped, unable to control herself for another 
moment. "You know... what I mean." 

Peter nodded and started to roll the panties down off Sada's hips. Quickly, 
she moved her legs to make it easier for him, and in another moment, she was 
completely naked. 

His hands closed over her knees, guiding them apart, spreading the lips of 
her glistening, aching hole. Groaning with desire, Peter pressed his face to 
the damp crevice and started to kiss its tender flesh. 

Sada arched her body upward, attempting to allow Peter deeper, more intense 
penetration. Immediately, the tip of his tongue fluttered out and found the 
delicate little knob of her clitoris. 

The contact sent her lurching toward him again, shivering with delight as he 
spread the lips of her opening with gentle fingers and thrust his tongue 
deeper and deeper into her quivering hole. 

She wrapped her thighs around his head and bucked her hips, loving the way 
his tongue fluttered inside her, sending hot flashes of need to every pore 
of her body. Gone was the misery now, the uncertainty... and in its place 
was only the immediacy of now... the feel of Peter's mouth, bringing her 
unbearable pleasure... coaxing her closer and closer to violent, complete 
release. 

She spread her legs again, opening herself up to him and sliding her hips 
back and forth. They found a rhythm, a slow, steady pulsation of desire, and 
soon Sada was thrusting her hips against his tongue with certainty and 
purpose, feeling herself growing near and nearer to that wonderful moment. 

Peter reached up and cupped each of her breasts in his hands. In tempo with 
the in and out motions of his probing tongue, he started to manipulate her 
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The little buttons of flesh 
stood up straight and stiff, throbbing with joy as his touch added to the 
strength of her rising orgasm. 

"Oh, Peter... it is going to happen for me, now... I'm almost there!" Sada 
gasped through dry, quivering lips. 

As though that were his cue, Peter reached down again and parted the folds 
of her vagina, spreading the lips apart to reveal the wet, glistening flesh 
within. 

He slid his tongue all the way inside and pressed it hard against her love 
button, running the flat of it back and forth over the bulbous head until 
Sada's body leaped into the wild, uncontrollable spasms of completion. 

Again and again her body convulsed and her muscles contracted heatedly, as 
the juice began to pour from her narrow canal. 

Peter lapped it up eagerly, swallowing every drop that did not run out of 
the corners of his mouth. Again and again he gulped the warm, wet offering 
of her body, until Sada relaxed and allowed her legs to stretch out on the 
bed. 

His mouth still glistening from her love juice, Peter climbed up over her 
and lowered his body on top of Sada's. There, with his stiff cock pressed 
between the lips of her wet pussy, he rubbed himself back and forth, sliding 
through her crevice until, with a wild intensity of his own, he shot his 
spunk in hot, thick eruptions that covered Sada's flesh from chin to belly. 

For a long time, they lay together on the bed, locked in each other's 
embrace, neither of them willing to speak, to make a sound, to break the 
spell that they had created between them. 

Finally, Sada raised herself on one elbow and turned to the boy she loved. 

"I think I had better start for home now," she whispered. Deborah will be 
coming back from her friend's house, and I think that mama might want me to 
make supper." 

Peter reached for her shoulders and pressed his fingers tightly to her 
flesh. "You will do what I told you, won't you, Sada? I do not want there to 
be a repetition of what happened today." 

Sada looked him deeply in the eyes. "Do you really think it is the right 
thing?" She was trembling with the intensity of her feelings. 

"You know I wouldn't advise you to do anything against your father's 
instructions, unless I thought it was vitally important. Believe me, you 
very well might be saving his life." 

"Very well, Sada relented. "I will do as you say. But you must promise to 
return the papers to me just as soon as your father has finished with them." 

"Of course," Peter agreed, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Of course." 

Sada dressed and left the house, telling herself over and over again that 
she was doing the right thing. 

But the world was upside down. Wrong had become right, and Sada was 
frightened. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Sada tip-toed up the staircase, even though she was alone in the house. In 
her arms, she clutched the physical evidence of her terrible secret, the 
packet of papers that she had given Peter to show to his father. 

Slipping into her father's study, she removed the key from the desk drawer 
and opened Poppa's private closet. There, she returned the papers to their 
brown leather envelope, replacing it just as she had found it, far in the 
back. 

The worst was over, she promised herself. Everything would be attended to 
and there was nothing more to fear. Peter had promised. His father had 
spoken to the right people. And so there was really no need to mention it at 
all to poppa when he came home tonight. As Peter had pointed out, the man 
would have more than enough to contend with. There was no purpose on earth 
to burden him further. 

That evening, dinner was expectedly late. As soon as her father had come 
into the house, his grey hair glistening with a fine layer of snow that had 
settled upon it, momma had fallen into his arms, sobbing and quivering. He 
had hurried her upstairs to their bedroom, and much later, when they 
reappeared, their faces were both ashen and drawn. 

It was then that Sada felt almost tempted to reveal that there was nothing 
further to fear... that, thanks to her wonderful Peter the matter was set 
straight, once and for all. But the knowledge that, for the first time in 
her life she had disobeyed one of her father's direct orders, was stronger 
than her need to seek approval, and so she chose to keep her secret to 
herself. Best to leave well enough alone. It would suffice that there was 
nothing more to fear. 

But just as her mother was beginning to clear the dinner dishes from the 
table, there was another loud knock at the door. And this time, no waiting 
for an answer. In a second, the loud sound of battering filled the house, 
and as the two girls clung together in fear, the room was suddenly filled 
with Gestapo police, with guns drawn and eyes murderous. 

"So, Frau Melcher, we meet again," the tall, dark haired officer who had 
come the last time smiled knowingly at the cowering woman. "And this, I 
presume, is your husband, the professor. Have you told him about our last 
encounter?" 

"Filthy animal... pig!" Sada's father leaped from his chair and started 
toward the man who had raped his wife. 

He barely moved two steps, before a shot rang out. His body froze in 
mid-stride, leaped up into the air, whirled crazily and then crashed to the 
floor. 

For a moment, there was silence in the room as everyone watched the red 
stain on the front of his shirt silently spread across his chest. 

Fraulein Melcher screamed and threw herself down over her husband's body, 
kissing his lifeless eyes and hugging him to her breast. 

"Very well, now, we will all go down to the interrogation headquarters," the 
officer announced. "All of you. Now!" 

Sada was only vaguely aware of being led out of the house and into a huge 
black Mercedes. Along with her mother and sister, they rode in silence, 
through the twinkling lights of a town that would never be the same for her. 

The nightmare had begun. 

* * * 

Waiting. Interminable waiting, while everything about her seemed to become 
unreal. 

Seated on one side of her mother, Sada stared straight ahead, unable to 
think, unable to reason. She was numb with shock and shaken to the very core 
of her being. 

She knew her father was dead. Knew it without having to be told. And yet, 
inside herself, there was still something remaining that refused to accept 
and believe what was so. 

"You! You! You! Come in here! Mach schnell!" 

Sada felt her mother's body grow tense at the sound of the voice barking 
orders. She turned toward it, and found herself returning the gaze of a 
tall, harsh looking man in his early forties. Fading blond hair and 
sparkling blue eyes attested to the fact that once, when he was younger, he 
might have well represented the Teutonic ideal. Now, all that was left was 
the harshness, the cruelty of the life he had chosen. And that evilness 
seemed to emanate from every pore of his body. 

His eyes moved slowly, glancing up and down the length of Sada's body in a 
way that made her suddenly cold with fear. There was something unspeakably 
wicked about this particular man, and she felt her legs resisting as she 
willed them in his direction. 

The sound of the heavy wooden door being closed and locked behind them was 
like the pronouncement of doom, and Sada had to fight to keep herself from 
becoming hysterical. Mute, eyes downcast, she followed her mother and sister 
across the room to a row of chairs where they were ordered to sit down. 

The room was darkened, except for a single light on a huge, wooden desk. 
Sada squinted in the gloom, trying to accustom herself to these strange, 
harsh surroundings, hoping vainly that this was some sort of terrible 
nightmare from which she would awake to the safety and protection of her 
mother's sheltering arms. 

And yet, she knew that such was not possible. Never in the wildest recesses 
of her imagination could she have concocted events such as those she had 
just recently lived through. This was all so horrible, it just had to be 
real. 

"Nothing... I swear to you, I know nothing at all," her mother was 
protesting. "He was a good man. A fine husband and a wonderful father. Now 
he is gone. That is all I know." She broke down and started to cry. 

"I am going to tell you something right here and now, Frau Melcher," the 
tall man said, walking up to stand in front of the three and leaning over in 
a menacing way. "If you ask anybody, they will tell you that General Hoffner 
is not a man to be lied to or fooled with. I have ways to make you tell me 
what I want to know. Now, either you reveal the names and addresses of every 
one of your husband's associates and friends, or I shall be forced to prove 
to you, in front of your daughters, just how very persuasive I can be." 

"But I have already told you," the woman protested weakly, "I know nothing. 
Werner had no associates from the university come to the house. And he had 
no time for friends. He was always so very busy. Working. Studying. 
Teaching." 

Sada held her breath. Her mother was lying. She knew it and dared not look 
in her mother's direction. 

Countless times, she had lain in her bed, listening to the heated sounds of 
intense discussion coming from her father's study. Often, until the wee 
hours of the morning, the men had argued and pleaded their points of view... 
about things that she never did understand but, apparently, about things 
that had resulted in her father's death. 

And now, her mother was lying about it, trying to pretend that such things 
never happened in their house? What was the purpose? Sada wondered. What was 
there to protect now? Wasn't mama taking a chance on having herself killed, 
as well?" 

"Very well, Fraulein. I see you will have to be convinced." And with that, 
General Hoffner walked to his desk and pushed a buzzer on a wooden panel. 

Immediately, the door was unlocked and two vicious looking soldiers entered 
the room. They clicked their heels together smartly, and lifted their right 
arms in front of them, in the salute and greeting of the Third Reich. 

"This one," General Hoffner said, pointing to Sada's mother. "She will not 
talk. She will not tell us what she knows about the traitorous behavior of 
her husband and his associates. We will have to loosen her tongue." Without 
a word, both men turned and walked to the trembling woman, recently-widowed. 
Grasping her by her elbows, they began to lift her out of her chair. 

She screamed and started to claw and kick at the two men, beside herself 
with grief and terror. One of the soldiers curled his fingers into a tight 
fist and rammed it, full force, into the pit of her stomach. 

The woman fainted with pain, and the soldiers carried her across the room. 

Sada sat rigid, her eyes glued to the horrifying spectacle that was being 
acted out in front of her. She dared not gaze toward her sister, for fear 
that she, too, might lose control of herself and wind up being beaten for 
it. So she simply sat mute, dazed, dying a little more with each passing 
second inside her soul. 

On the far side of the room, the soldiers released the unconscious woman and 
she fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Quickly, they unsnapped 
handcuffs from their belts and fastened one around each of Frau Melcher's 
limp wrists. 

At the same time, General Hoffner reached behind to a switch on the wall and 
the room was suddenly flooded with light. 

Sada gasped softly, despite herself. In the dimness, she had not seen that 
the far wall was implanted with metal loops and bars, obviously meant to aid 
in the torture of prisoners. As she watched, dumbfounded, the two men 
hoisted her mother to her feet and clasped the free ends of the handcuffs to 
metal links, high above the woman's head, so that when they were finished, 
she was hanging, unconscious, from her arms... her feet barely touching the 
floor. 

"Revive her," the general barked. 

One of the soldiers walked to a sink in the comer of the room. From beneath 
it, he lifted a metal bucket which he quickly filled with water. Then, 
crossing the short distance to the woman's inert form, he splashed the water 
into her face, dousing her head and upper body. 

Frau Melcher's eyes blinked open and she seemed to struggle for a moment, to 
focus, to gather her wits about her. Then, realizing what had happened and 
where she was, she started to scream. 

General Hoffner walked up to her and smiled into her contorted features. He 
let her scream until her throat was raw and her voice began to crack. Then, 
he spat directly into her face and slapped her hard, making her jaws snap 
together with a hollow, frightening sound. 

"Are you ready to speak to me now?" he asked. 

The woman blinked. One of the lights in the ceiling was aimed directly at 
her face, and Sada suddenly realized that her mother could not see clearly. 

She wanted to call out... to tell her mother, somehow, that she was not 
alone... that her daughters were her with her, but she dared not utter a 
sound, she knew. All she could do was sit there, frozen in her chair, and 
watch while her heart felt as though it were being tom from her chest. 

"I said, are you ready to speak now, Fraulein Melcher?" The general repeated 
himself, and as he did so, he snapped his fingers above his shoulders. 

Immediately, the two officers marched to stand beside him, awaiting his 
command. 

"Strip her," the general said softly. "Completely." 

While the two girls watched in speechless horror, the woman's clothes were 
tom from her body. Moments later, she was completely naked, hanging from the 
handcuffs attached to the wall above her head. 

The general stood in front of her, gazing for a long time at her nakedness, 
licking his lips with his tongue as the woman cringed with humiliation. 
Then, he turned and walked to his desk, whereupon he seated himself in the 
deep leather chair behind it. 

"How long do you think it will be possible for you to hang there," he called 
across the room, in the direction of the shivering woman. "Don't you think 
it would be wiser to confess now... to repudiate your husband's political 
persuasions and perhaps save yourself from the same fate as he met because 
of his thoughtless, unpatriotic stupidity." 

"I would rather die." Her words came out softly, simply, yet unmistakably 
from her heart. 

General Hoffner laughed, deep in his throat, seemingly unswayed by the 
woman's determination to remain silent. "You just very well may do that, 
Fraulein," he said. "We shall see how much you can endure." 

Again he snapped his fingers. "Open the closet," he said to the two men who 
seemed to hang on his every word. "See if you can find a nice surprise to 
loosen the Fraulein's tongue. Some clips, perhaps, for those lovely 
breasts." 

The faces of the two men reshaped themselves unmistakably into cruel, 
smirking expressions of eager anticipation. With precision and great 
dispatch, they hurried to the closet and pulled out a brown leather box, 
which they carried back to the suspended, panting woman. 

"Let me place the first," General Hoffner said, rising from his chair and 
striding across the room, carrying himself tall and proudly as he moved. 

He reached into the box and lifted out a metal clamp, not unlike a huge 
clothes pin. Reaching out, he lifted the woman's right breast into his hand 
and squeezed the soft flesh. 

She kicked out and caught him in the knee. 

"You shouldn't have done that," the General said, in a tone that made Sada's 
stomach turn suddenly liquid. She fought to keep from soiling herself as she 
sat in the chair, frightened beyond her senses. 

The General turned to the two men who were standing beside him, poised and 
ready. "Her legs," he said simply, and both soldiers moved into immediate 
action. 

With amazing swiftness, they wound ropes around the woman's ankles. Then, 
making sure that the knots were secure, each soldier in turn slipped the 
other end through a metal circle bolted into the wall. Then, the ropes were 
tugged, until the woman's legs were hoisted waist high, and she was now 
suspended approximately four feet above the ground, thighs spread wide. 

The general stepped in between Frau Melcher's parted knees and reached up to 
the base of her belly. Twisting his fingers into the blonde nest between her 
thighs, he grabbed a clump of pubic hair and yanked. 

The woman threw her head back and screamed so loudly the very walls seemed 
to shake. Beside Sada, Deborah's upper body suddenly lurched forward and the 
child vomited loudly, violently onto the floor. 

"Make her clean that up!" the General yelled to one of the soldiers. And 
then, get that brat out of here." 

Still frightened for her life, Sada was Unable to make a move in Deborah's 
direction, unable to offer any comfort, any support. She remained still as a 
statue, eyes glazed and focused directly in front of her. Only a slight 
throbbing of a vein at the side of her neck belied her outer calm. 

Deborah was carried, screaming and crying from the room. The door slammed 
shut with a loud bang, and the child's voice was gone... as though it had 
never existed, never been at all. 

Now, the General returned his attention to the woman who had been hoisted 
off the ground and hung by her ankles and wrists, sobbing softly in pain. 

"I was going to be nice to you and clamp only your breasts," the General 
began, "but since you have seen fit to show your disrespect for your country 
one more time, I shall have to try more drastic measures." 

With that, he took another metal clamp out of the dark leather box, walked 
back in between Frau Melcher's spread-eagled thighs and shoved a finger of 
his left hand directly into her vagina. 

Her entire body stiffened at the intrusion, and she grunted softly. Then, as 
the clamp was brought closer to her groin, she started to scream miserably, 
suddenly realizing what he was going to do to her. 

The General smiled at his hysterical captive. With his left hand, he spread 
the outer lips of her vagina, until he had revealed the twin flaps of her 
inner place. Then, he pinched the clamp until its cruel, frontmost end 
opened and allowed it to snap closed over the woman's inner pussy lips. 

Her hips bucked wildly as the pain jolted her body toward madness. Frau 
Melcher's voice was now the sound of a wild, wounded animal, as she screamed 
and cried and threw her head violently from side to side, convulsed with 
pain. 

And then, suddenly, her body slumped and she was still. 

"Wake her up!" the General commanded. "I'm not finished with this woman yet. 
Not nearly!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Frau Melcher lay bound in a sea of pain which built in her to an intensity 
that threatened to inundate her. 

She opened her eyes, after plunging momentarily into an unconsciousness that 
offered her no relief from her pain. 

Her children! What had happened to her children? She did not know, and she 
had no choice but to consign them to the questionable mercies of their 
vicious guardians; for she was bound, and she understood that she would not 
live, didn't expect to survive whatever the General had in store for her. 

Her nipples were flaming with pain. The clips dug into the soft cherry-red 
tips. The pain built, as the teeth of the clamps dug into her nipples, 
mercilessly. 

And her pink pussy meat was swollen, inflamed with the pressure of the clip 
against her private flesh. 

Her head ached from the Constant intensity of the light which blinded her 
eyes, seemed to dig with hot fingers into her eyeballs, searing her brain. 

"Now, Frau Melcher, you will talk," she heard the General's voice. 

She said nothing. 

Then she heard her scream, echoing in the room, as the General pulled on the 
clamps which tortured her pussy lips. 

One of the set of teeth of the clamp dug into her clitoris. The inflamed 
love button twitched, and sent strange sensations rippling through her body. 
She felt her belly contract with the searing sensation of pain mixed with 
lustful stimulation, which coursed through her body. 

Frau Melcher was confused, bewildered by the mixed emotions which roiled in 
her breast. 

The pain was a steady throbbing now, unceasing and maddening in its 
intensity. She moaned, wishing even for death rather than a continuation of 
this pain, this nagging agony that gripped at her entrails. 

"Ahhh!" she gasped. 

The white light burning into her eyeballs, prevented her from seeing the 
General. But she could feel him--feel his cock head now planted at the 
entrance to her dry, pain-wracked, unready cunt. 

His cock head stretched her dry anguished inner flesh painfully. Frau 
Melcher felt the harsh sting of his monstrous, throbbing male weapon, as he 
started to thrust it inward. 

She heard his feral grunt as her cuntal walls closed in around his throbbing 
fuck shaft. 

The pain built, but running through her, mixed with her anguish, was 
pleasure, the pleasure of a man's prick digging deeply into her fuck 
channel. 

"Ohhh!" she cried, rebelling against her errant senses, shocked that she 
could acquire pleasure from the cock of her husband's murderer. And the 
General was as much a murderer of her husband, as the soldier who had pulled 
the trigger of the gun that killed him. 

The General laughed lewdly, the sound low and guttural in his throat as he 
pumped his massive pecker in and out of the helpless woman's aching twat. 

Frau Melcher felt the familiar aching feeling build in her, the pressure 
causing her body to writhe sensuously, as the General's cock slid in and out 
of her cunt. 

Her pussy syrup started to ooze from her fuck channel, making the pistoning 
of the General's cock easier. As his thrusting motions became faster, as his 
cock was lubricated with her flowing juices, his driving man-meat raised the 
temperature in her cunt to an incredible fire. 

Her legs, bound outward ached, and even the ache started to disappear, as 
Frau Melcher felt the first stirrings of an orgasm in the pit of her 
tortured belly. 

"Ohhh!" Frau Melcher moaned, her abused body beginning to surrender to the 
hot sensual flames which were licking at her cunt. 

The General, bucking his muscular loins in and out of the woman's cunt, 
reached up to her huge, pendulous breasts. He started to squeeze on the 
clamps which he had attached to her nipples. 

Fray Melcher felt her nipples pucker to even more painful tightness. The 
pain increased, and so did her orgasm, incredibly enough. 

And then she screamed, as she felt the teeth of the clamp bite brutally into 
the hard little nubbins of flesh. The teeth of the clamp, urged more tightly 
into her flesh, bit straight through the nipples. 

With a harsh laugh, the General, still humping brutally into the woman's 
captive cunt, threw the blood-stained clamps away. 

Frau Melcher looked down at her mutilated breasts, and wept. Where her 
lovely nipples had once been, there were two gaping holes, which were 
pouring blood in thick, lurid streams down her belly. 

The General's humping became harder, his rhythm more frenzied, as he slammed 
his cock heavily in and out of her cunt. 

He arched his buttocks outward, and his long fuck shaft, gleaming with her 
lawless juices, appeared. Then he contracted his buttocks muscles and drove 
his massive peter deep into her fuck channel. 

Frau Melcher felt the ripples of her orgasm increase, felt her cuntal 
muscles beginning to grip rhythmically around the hard-driving shaft. 

She watched, almost fascinated, her mind almost divorced from the hot heavy 
feelings which were roiling through her belly, as the General's male sword 
pierced deeply into her cunt slit. 

His thick, bulbous drooling cock head pried deeply into her womanhood, 
violating her without any qualm. She was a captive. She was just as good as 
dead. 

Frau Melcher's beautiful face contorted with agony and ecstasy, as she felt 
her orgasm build in her cunt. Her cunt became almost a vacuum as her muscles 
sucked on the great mass of flesh of the General, as he plowed in and out of 
her. 

She felt his cock lurch in her cunt, felt his peter distend to even greater 
size. The pulsing of his cock became more demanding. She could feel it, 
stretching the walls of her cunt, nestled tightly in her fuck channel, 
throbbing powerfully against her drooling pussy walls. 

Mentally she begged her dead husband for forgiveness, just before 
surrendering to the wild pleasure, which provided the only relief from the 
constant pain of her still-clamped twat meat, and her mutilated jugs. 

"Arrgghh!" the General groaned, as he started to spew his thick wad deep in 
the woman's cunt. Frau Melcher felt the male liquid spewing into her, mixing 
with her cuntal juices, and flowing down over the heavy joy stick which was 
violating her, raping her. She moaned, the tears rolling down her cheeks, as 
her exposed and spread-apart womanhood, out of her rational control, bucked 
furiously, lasciviously into the hard-thrusting loins of the General. 

Her orgasm peaked hotly, causing a heavy sweat to flush her skin, leaving it 
gleaming under the hot lights which blinded her. 

The General gasped as he shot the last of his load deeply into her cunt. He 
collapsed slightly against her bound body, and then pulled out of her. 

The clamp on her cunt was causing her enormous agony, and the blood still 
trickled in turgid streams from the gaping wounds where her nipples once 
were. 

"Now, Frau Melcher, you will talk," the General ordered, his voice breathy 
from the after-effects of his orgasm. 

She moaned in response to the order. 

Again she screamed. Her suspended legs stiffened in their bonds as she felt 
the searing pain of a red-hot poker, which was burning through her navel. 
The awful, sickening stench of burned flesh--her burned flesh-reached her 
nostrils. 

She fainted again, and even in her unconsciousness, could not find relief 
from the nagging pain. Her whole body seemed to be pain. 

When she woke up, she was being fucked again. There was no pain this time, 
as a stranger's cock thrust deeply into her womanhood. For some bizarre 
reason, and Frau Melcher was beyond reasoning, as her brain was numbed with 
the agony she was suffering, her pussy was creaming. The syrup flowed from 
her fuck channel in copious quantities. 

She remembered vaguely that one of her neighbors, a nurse, had told her that 
men when they die, usually get enormous erections. She could feel the life 
beginning to pour out of her body from the wounds she had sustained. Her 
blood flowed terribly. 

The oppressive weight of the pain she was suffering, and which, far from 
being unabated, was increasing in intensity with each new torture her body 
suffered, was also killing her. 

She could feel her heart laboring in her chest. She assumed that perhaps a 
woman has the same sexual reaction to impending death as a man has. 

For all the pain which roared through her tortured, mutilated body, her 
cuntal muscles gripped eagerly at the cock which was now bucking in and out 
of her, rubbing the dripping walls of her cunt, massaging the itch of desire 
which had built in her to an incredible degree. 

She couldn't help these erotic feelings, she knew that. She closed her eyes 
and thought of her husband, kept his face before her. The vision of her 
beloved husband increased the sexual arousal to a feverish pitch. 

And Frau Melcher welcomed it, wanted it. It was the only relief she had from 
the killing agony which had gripped her body, fogged her mind, and made 
almost a vegetable out of her. 

Again her legs stiffened in their bonds, as she felt the familiar, pleasant 
sensation of her orgasm building in her. The spasms she experienced in her 
cunt as she was fucked by this unseen man, shot hot, lustful sensations 
through her body, heating it, causing the pain to abate somewhat. 

She heard the soldier gasping as his own orgasm descended 

upon him. His cock throbbed to greater thickness, the head of it, like a 
snake oozing through wet grass on a sunlit day, seemed to slither more 
deeply into the recesses of her abused twat. 

"Ahhh!" she gasped. Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open. Her body 
twitched and wriggled obscenely in her bonds, as she felt another orgasm 
take possession of her body. She squealed. Her heart labored powerfully, 
pitching her blood through her veins hotly, tumultuously, like lava flowing 
through the earthy veins of an erupting volcano. 

And then the sweet storm burst in full force upon her cunt. She felt her 
consciousness fading, felt her whole mind descend into the pit of her fleshy 
woman cave, as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. 

She cried out her husband's name again and again, as her body was pitched 
into the ecstatic convulsions of her orgasm. 

She felt herself carried far away from the room, her cunt still hot and 
flowing, her husband's name still on her lips. She felt as if he were very 
close, almost close enough to embrace her, and she desired him with all the 
ardor she possessed when she had married him as a teenaged girl. 

Her body was suffused with a wonderful warm glow, and her mind seemed to be 
filled with light. She felt a smile form on her lips. 

"Argghh!" the soldier gasped, as he spewed his man juices deep into the 
woman's convulsing cunt. His blood-stained hands kneaded her breasts, 
causing more blood to squirt from the gaping holes where her nipples had 
been. 

He had never felt such powerful convulsions in a woman's cunt, never! His 
orgasm was monumental as her sucking, kneading, rippling cuntal muscles 
gripped at his cock, vacuuming out every ounce of spunk he had in his 
over-full balls. 

He gasped, as he shot the last of his wad into her quivering cunt. 

Then he pulled out of her. His arm described a high arc, and he slapped her 
viciously across her lowered face. Her head snapped to one side, and a red 
mark appeared instantly where his palm had made brutal contact with her 
flesh. 

But there was no other response from her. 

"Hey, what is this?" he asked, lifting her face roughly upward, to stare at 
her. Her sightless eyes glared at him. There was the faint hint of a smile 
on her once-lovely mouth. 

"General, she is dead." 

"Good, bring up her two daughters. Let's see what we can get out of them." 

"Shall we dispose of the body?" 

"Hell, no! Let the little girls see what happens to those who disobey our 
orders." 

In a cellar room, Deborah and Sada sat, trembling, waiting for their fate. 
They were too far removed from the room in which their mother was being 
interrogated to hear her screams. But Sada was tortured by the look of 
humiliation and fear and pain which suffused her mother's lovely face. 

Sada bit her lip when she caught herself wishing that her mother would die, 
rather than have to undergo the sadistic tortures of this bestial group of 
men. Sada was rapidly developing an enormous hatred for Germany and all it 
stood for. 

Hadn't they always been good Germans? 

Hadn't her father been an ardent patriot? Hadn't they all been decent 
citizens? And what was happening to them? 

They were cut off from all help and assistance, deprived of any rights they 
thought they had. They had been taken from their home in the middle of the 
night, their father murdered. 

And as Sada thought about it, she suspected that Peter had something to do 
with it. Hadn't she showed Peter her father's papers? 

She had thought that everything was all right, that Peter would help her 
father. But shortly after bringing the papers back, the SS had knocked on 
their door, broken it down, and committed a number of atrocities on all of 
them. 

Deborah was sobbing softly. Sada put out her hand, and squeezed her sister's 
wrists. This was no time to break down. They needed all the strength they 
could get. 

"Bring up Deborah and Sada Melcher!" the two of them heard a voice intone, 
through the partially open door where they were being guarded. 

The guard, who had been sitting in a chair, with his feet up on a table in 
front of the chair, leered at the two beautiful sisters, and stood up. He 
picked up his gun, which he had placed on the table within arm's reach of 
him, and pointed it at the two sisters. 

"Get up, quick!" he snarled. 

Sada got up. Deborah lagged slightly behind. For her tardiness, she was 
rewarded with a brutal blow of the gun across her cheek. 

She screamed, and fell forward, sprawling at Sada's feet. Sada reached down 
quickly and picked the trembling, pain-wracked girl up. Already the cheek 
where the gun had landed, was swelling, and a dark, ugly bruise was showing. 

"Come, quickly, quickly!" Sada said, almost as harshly as the guard, but for 
a different reason. She didn't want to see her sister suffer, didn't want 
her sister mutilated the way she suspected her mother was being mutilated, 
if her mother were still alive. 

She grabbed her sister's wrist, and hurried through the door at the prodding 
of the soldier. 

They were marched up the two flights of stairs and into the General's 
office. He was sitting behind his desk, his feet up on the desk. He smiled 
at them. 

That was the first sight the two lovely girls saw. The second sight which 
blasted their senses, was the mutilated, dead body of their mother, trussed 
up, bleeding, her nakedness exposed to the lewd gaze of the sadists in the 
room. 

Deborah screamed, and then fainted at the sight which greeted her. 

Sada. slightly older, struggled to retain her consciousness. She felt her 
rebellious stomach churning in her belly. She felt the cold sweat pouring 
off her face, trickling in maddeningly itching streams down her back. 

"Well, girls, what do you think of our work? Your stupid sow of a mother is 
dead, and it is her own fault." 

The General observed the prostrate form of Deborah. "Revive her. We need her 
awake, not unconscious." 

One of the soldiers in the room went to the sink and filled a bucket with 
water, and came over and splashed it on Deborah. 

The lovely little girl moaned, and came back to consciousness. She looked at 
her mother, and began to weep piteously. 

"Tie them up!" the General ordered. 

The two girls were led over to the same wall where the bloody, mutilated 
body of their mother was, and they were manacled to the wall on either side 
of her. 

Sada's heart pounded in her chest. She looked through the white haze of the 
lights, trying to discern who her tormenters were. It was virtually 
impossible. 

The white light burned into her eyes. She looked over at the limp body of 
her mother, looked down at the lightly-fuzzed, and bloody mound of her 
mother's womanhood, that flesh which was her flesh, too. She felt the tears 
smarting in her eyes. 

But this was no time to indulge in self-pity. Her mother and father were now 
dead. Sada was the head of the household, and she was going to have to take 
care of herself and Deborah as best she could. 

"Let her go!" Sada said, as she saw soldiers lifting Debora's legs up in the 
same, obscene position her mother had died in. "She doesn't know anything. 
She's just a little girl." 

A hand reached through the intense white mist, and ripped of Sada's dress. 
The hand reached in again, and Sada felt her panties wrested from her. Sada 
got very scared, more scared than she felt humiliated. 

For all her playing with Peter, Sada was still a virgin. She was saving her 
virginity for Peter. 

"Your friend, Peter, is a very good friend of the Third Reich!" she heard 
the General's voice say. The General's body appeared. He was rubbing his 
cock, which was monstrous, bigger even than the cock she had seen first rape 
her mother. 

Sada felt her hands go cold. 

"I know you know what we need to know," the General smiled. "I was just 
waiting for your cooperation. As soon as I know you are pliable, then 
perhaps we can undo the damage your disloyal, unpatriotic, traitorous 
parents did to you." 

Sada thought she was going to die. She had heard Peter's name mentioned in 
connection with these men! Had Peter gone to them with the information she 
had given him? She had thought that Peter was going to help her father! 

Sada almost fainted at the burden which was suddenly placed on her. If Peter 
were a spy for the Third Reich, then she, Sada, had inadvertently caused the 
death of her beloved father, and caused untold suffering to her mother 
before she was tortured to death. 

The General laughed, as he read the anguish on Sada's face. 

"Of course we set Peter to watching you, hoping that you would give us the 
information we needed," the General said. His voice was slightly sarcastic 
and filled with the good humor of a point well won. 

Sada felt her heart lurch in her breast. She had trusted Peter, loved him! 
And Peter had been a viper nursed at her breast. But perhaps the General was 
lying! 

"Peter also tells us that you are still a virgin. The Third Reich cannot 
afford virgins. The only reason women exist is to have babies for the Third 
Reich, unpolluted babies, babies with good Aryan blood, and good political 
training, and to service the soldiers and men of the Third Reich. 

"Peter was a fool for not educating you along those lines. Once we have 
re-educated you, you may see him again." 

Sada felt an enormous loathing build in her for the General and for Peter. 
The hatred and the rage at being betrayed which filled her, compensated her 
for the great anguish of having loved wrongly. 

But the damage had been done! She had already unwittingly caused the death 
of her parents. The least she could do was to spare Deborah. 

"What do you want to know?" Sada said. 

"I want to be assured that you have relented in certain political attitudes, 
which no doubt you picked up from your traitorous father. I want to be 
assured that you are amenable to re-education. I want you to tell me 
everything I already know." 

And Sada told everything she had read, or that Peter had explained to her in 
her father's papers. She told about his nightly meetings, and on a sudden 
impulse, said that Peter's father was one of her father's group. 

Sada was young and her innocence had been betrayed. She had trusted and 
loved wrongly. At this point, she was trying to make up for the damage she 
had done, trying to ameliorate the enormous weight of guilt which lay on her 
shoulders. 

In reparation, she was more than willing to assume responsibility for 
Deborah, to suffer for her, to protect her from the awful fate which her 
parents had suffered. 

She heard the harsh intake of breath from the General's mouth, and correctly 
assessed that he was shocked. 

"Peter did not mention that his father's name was in any of the papers of 
your father, which are now in our possession." 

"But Peter saved some papers," Sada said, gazing as innocently as she could 
at the General. Her teenaged, quick mind, supported by her rage, made this 
possible. "He said he was going to show them to his father, so that he could 
help my father." 

The General chuckled. He turned his gaze in the direction of the whimpering 
Deborah, who was struggling in her bonds. 

"Release her, and put her back in the guard room. I will finish up with this 
one, and then, well, we shall see," the General said. 

Sada watched, with enormous relief, as her sister was released from her 
bonds. 

Deborah turned her tear-filled eyes to her sister. "Sada!" she cried. 

"Go!" Sada spat at her harshly. "Do as you're told!" 

Weeping, a soldier led Deborah away. Sada felt relieved. She could stand 
anything now, as long as her sister was safe. 

"And now I shall make you a true woman of the Third Reich," the General 
snarled, moving in to the naked Sada. 

Sada stiffened as she felt the General's cock at the entrance to her cunt. 
She screamed, as she felt the searing, burning pain of his cock stretching 
her cuntal walls wide for the first time. 

The General thrust in brutally, until his cock head butted up against the 
delicate membrane of her hymen. 

Sada opened her mouth to scream again, but the pain of the General's cock, 
plunging through her maidenhead, rupturing the flesh, tearing it away from 
her soft cuntal walls, took her breath away. 

Her mouth gaped open in a soundless scream, as the General, grunting, thrust 
his massive peter deep into Sada's once virginal cunt. She felt his balls 
pressing against her quivering ass cheeks, felt his cock throbbing against 
the torn, bleeding walls of her pussy, and her breath came back. 

She whimpered, as the General grasped her lovely haunches, and in the 
presence of her dead mother, raped her brutally, his cock pumping wildly in 
and out of her tight, bleeding cunt, sending searing waves of pain rippling 
through her delicate, deliciously endowed teenaged body. 

Sada closed her eyes, and offered the pain and the wretched humiliation of 
her rape to her parents, begging their forgiveness. 

The General's cock plowed in and out of her mercilessly, the hard, hot man 
meat pounding into her abraded cunt. The dull misery of her burning cunt 
filled Sada's body, and caused her head to ache. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sada almost fainted with the pain, as the General's cock thrust in and out 
of her viciously. 

Behind the General, hidden by the lights, she heard the lewd comments of 
encouragement, which the rest of the General's staff called out. She 
realized that, as with her mother, her genitals had been exposed to their 
lewd gaze, that she was very visible to them with the white lights glaring 
on her nude, raped body. 

She felt only slightly humiliated, however, her rage at her betrayal serving 
to strengthen her for the obscene ordeal that the General was subjecting her 
to. 

And now, at least, for all her political naivete, Sada knew some of the 
ropes. There must be some way to act, to disarm these men from their 
suspicions of her. She had cooperated, and she would continue to do so until 
she could get herself and Deborah out of this awful fix, and away from 
Germany entirely. 

Even her country had betrayed her, nursing countrymen like Peter who gained 
her love and trust, and then turned it against her in this vicious way. 

As Sada felt her anger grow, she ceased being so helpless against the pain 
of the General's cock. As a matter of fact, Sada noted with some fascination 
that for all the pain, and humiliation involved in her rape, her pussy walls 
were beginning to ooze syrup. 

As the pussy juice drooled down her little twat, it lubricated her tight 
fuck tunnel, and eased the passage of the General's huge fuck rod as it 
pistoned in and out of her cunt. 

The hot, hard rod slid faster and easier in and out of Sada's cunt. Her 
breathing became heavy, erratic, as she felt her excitement grown. And this 
time the excitement was different. 

It wasn't like making love to Peter, who never put his prick into her. It 
was different. The spasms seemed to start deep in her cunt, and her stomach 
lurched heavily in her belly. 

It was as if her whole body were mustering its resources for the monumental 
orgasm, which had started to build in her body. 

Against her haunches, the General's fingers dug deeply, bruising her soft 
white flesh. The slight pain added a different dimension to the powerful 
pleasure which had taken possession of Sada's body. 

Sada had nowhere to go in her mind, to retreat from the brutal reality of 
her situation. She could not send her mind into a secret comer where she had 
once kept her love and her sexual fantasies for Peter. 

Peter had betrayed her, and where she had enshrined his memory, there was a 
gaping psychic wound that hurt, nagged at her consciousness. 

So Sada surrendered to the reality, allowed the orgasm to build in her until 
her body writhed and twisted wildly in her bonds. She bucked her muff 
forward, grinding it against the hairy base of the General's cock. 

He started to grunt, and increased the speed of his lewd humping. Sada felt 
her pussy walls get warmer, as the friction of the General's cock, rubbing 
against her incredibly tight pussy walls increased. 

And then her orgasm burst upon her in full fury and strength. She felt the 
contractions, rhythmical, powerful, of her twat muscles. They seemed to grip 
at the slimy, hot fuck rod, greedily, hungrily. 

Sada threw her head back, and gasped, as she felt the orgasm build in her. 
Her lovely nude body gleamed with sex sweat, and she jiggled wildly, like a 
puppet from tangled strings as her orgasm built. 

Then she felt the first gush of the General's slimy scum pouring hotly into 
her. She gyrated her hips around, feeling the first sensual contact of a 
man's gism, as it poured from his throbbing rod into her quivering quim. 

The contractions intensified, spread to her muscles, her very nerves, and 
her whole body filled with a delicious warmth. Her brain, fogged with lust, 
shot off ecstatic signals which only added to the sensual bliss which 
bloated her convulsing body. 

The General kept pumping wad after wad of scum into her. His gism mixed with 
her pouring pussy syrup, and oozed out of her over-stuffed fuck hole. 
Against her contracted, rippling ass, she felt the General's hair-covered 
balls slapping furiously. They had become wet and sticky from all the come 
juices that were flowing from Sada's violated womanhood. 

Sada's body stiffened and shivered, and a last intense flare of heat washed 
through her, and then she felt her orgasm begin to fade slowly. 

The General grunted like a rutting pig, and then Sada felt his cock 
beginning to soften in her cunt. 

When she opened her eyes, the General was leering up at her. 

"You will make a nice addition to the women on the General Staff--when your 
re-education is completed," he said. He pulled out of her, his cock making a 
lewd plopping sound as he yanked it from Sada's soaking wet, tight little 
honey pot. 

"Take her down, and put her with her sister," the General ordered. 

Sada was thrown her clothes, and allowed to put the tattered remnants of her 
dress on, and she was taken back to the cellar room. 

She gasped as she was roughly pushed into the room. 

Her sister, sprawled face down across the table, was being fucked by the 
guard! 

"Stop it!" she screamed, rushing toward the guard, who was standing over her 
sister, humping in and out of her mechanically, brutally. Deborah was 
whimpering, her little hands clenched into fists, as she suffered with the 
pain of her brutal defloration. 

One of the soldiers who had thrown her into the room, came up behind her, 
and pulled her off the madly humping guard, and threw the young girl to the 
floor. 

Her dress parted, revealing her burgeoning, teenaged assets. 

"Fuck her!" the humping guard said. "That'll keep her quiet." 

The soldier pulled his partially erect cock out of his fly, and started to 
pump on it, standing between Sada's sprawled legs. 

Sada tried to pull away from the soldier, but was stopped by the soldier's 
heavy boot, digging into her belly. 

A great hatred for the man, for all men, rose up in Sada's young breasts. 
She had been bombarded by the bestiality of men, betrayed by her one and 
only love, raped by the General, and now this strange soldier who had dug 
the hell of his boot brutally into her soft belly, was pumping his cock, 
making it big and angry-looking in its fiery blood-engorged state. 

The soldier got down on his knees, and spread Sada's legs even wider. Sada 
looked down her beautiful body, and watched as the soldier placed his prick 
at the entrance to her still dripping cunt. 

She could hear her sister whimpering, and her anger grew. There had to be a 
way to get even with these men, these awful men! 

She heard the guard who was fucking her sister, grunting like a rutting pig. 
She heard him snorting, and gasping, and knew that he was coming, in her 
sister, her once-virginal sister! 

And Sada had sworn to protect Deborah! 

"Ohhh!" she gasped, as the soldier leaning over her, thrust his massive cock 
inward. It didn't hurt as much as the General had hurt. 

Her virginity was now long-gone, in Sada's mind, so she wasn't quite so 
tense. Furthermore, the General's scum, mixed with her pussy syrup, still 
lubricated her cunt. 

She felt the soldier's thick fuck rod, slide easily up her cunt. She felt 
her pussy walls give way before the rough onslaught of the man's joy stick. 

She felt the thick, hot throbbing shaft pounding against her tight cuntal 
walls. 

The soldier leaned down, and pressed Sada's shoulders into the floor, and 
began to thrust in and out of her. 

Sada looked quickly over to her sister, and felt her heart lurch in her 
breast. Her sister was watching. Her face was streaked with tears, and her 
complexion was flushed with excitement, as Deborah watched her sister 
getting fucked brutally by her captor. 

Sada closed her eyes, mortified that her sister would be subjected to such 
sights, would have been subjected to being raped herself. 

But the General had said that virgins were useless in the Germany right now, 
and Sada was beginning to acquire some knowledge of what was expected of all 
women. 

As Sada watched the soldier lustfully laboring over her, she became 
fascinated. The soldier's face was twisted in an irrational expression of 
unbridled lust. 

The man was almost helpless in the throes of his copulatory frenzy. Sada 
watched him, hating him, and in the hatred, acquiring a point of view she 
might not otherwise have developed. 

She squeezed her cuntal muscles deliberately against the hard-pumping shaft 
of the soldier. She looked down her full melon-shaped tits, down her flat 
belly with the slight swelling at her abdomen, over the lightly-furred muff, 
to where the soldier's monstrous fuck-rod pumped in and out of her cunt 
slit. 

She watched the rod appear, gleaming with her pussy juices, and then 
disappear as her cunt sucked it up. And as she watched, the pleasure 
mounted. She could feel her ass muscles contracting with pleasure. 

Again she experimentally squeezed her cuntal muscles around the man's fuck 
rod. The man gasped, and his pumping motions became more frenzied. His ass 
rose and fell as he drove his cock more and more furiously into Sada's cunt. 

And Sada started to think of an awful plan, a devastating way to get even 
with all the men who had destroyed her family, and who were now trying to 
destroy her. 

There must be thousands of Peters in the world, thousands of Generals, and 
soldiers like this one. And they should be punished. Sada thought she could 
do it. 

A man was helpless in one particular condition, and in that condition, he 
was also extremely vulnerable, and that was when he had an erection, and was 
in a woman. 

Sada began to feel her own power. She was determined to survive, determined 
to fulfill her destiny as an avenger of the worst kind. And her weapon would 
be sex! 

The soldier grunted, and his face flushed violently. Sada watched as his 
sweat poured off his features. She felt the fine tremor in his body as his 
orgasm built. 

Sada felt the first flush of her own orgasm spill through her, felt the 
convulsions in her cunt, triggered by the pumping cock of the lustful man 
who was violating her. 

She closed her eyes, abandoning her thoughts momentarily as she clutched at 
the pleasure which was spilling over from her cunt, and filling her whole 
body with a wonderful warmth. 

She gritted her teeth together, and moaned. Her hips, out of her rational 
control, instinctively humped upward, as the spasms built to a rhythmic 
intensity in her cunt that caused her juices to spill out of her in copious 
quantities. 

She felt the sudden hot swelling of the man's cock in her cunt, and knew 
that he was about to ejaculate. 

On his next thrust inward, she felt the hot, sticky contact of his viscid 
come cream, as it gushed out of his piss slit. 

He pulled his throbbing fuck stick out and slammed it inward again, 
releasing another heavy load from his churning balls. 

Sada felt the pleasure build until her own orgasm peaked, sending delicious 
rills of pleasure trickling through her whole body. She felt goose flesh 
form on her soft skin, as she writhed and bucked under the brutal sexual 
assault of the soldier. 

He thrust into her again, bruising her swollen pussy lips with the violence 
of his plunge, and spewed the last of his load into her. 

Then he grunted, and collapsed on top of her. Sada felt how weak he was at 
that moment. She was savoring her own orgasmic afterglow, savoring the 
feeling of her pussy juices which poured freely down her still-stuffed hole. 

The man pulled out of her, and stood up, stuffing his cock back into his 
trousers. 

The two men left the room, leaving the two girls, bewildered, humiliated, to 
console each other. 

"Oh, Sada," Deborah moaned, running to her sister. 

"It's all right, Deborah. I'll take care of you as best I can." 

"Oh, it's so awful. What are we going to do." 

Sada grabbed her sister firmly by her shoulders, and gazed keenly into the 
tear-streaked face. 

"Listen, Deborah, we have one thing to do until we get out of Germany, and 
that's to survive. We cannot make any more friends here, because everyone 
betrays us. Look what Peter did to us!" 

"Leave Germany?" Deborah asked. "How can we? We're prisoners!" 

"I don't care how we do it, Deborah. We're going to do it. I don't care if I 
have to lie, steal, murder, and play the whore. We're getting out of this 
awful country, you hear? 

Just don't say anything, and do what I tell you to." 

Deborah looked at her sister with a little bit of awe written on her face. 
"Yes, Sada, I promise. I'll do everything you say." 

"Good! We will survive, Deborah. And I'm going to get even with them all!" 

"Oh, Sada, don't say things like that. You scare me!" 

"I scare myself, and I don't care. I swear on our parents' dead bodies, I 
will get even with the whole race of men if I have to!" 

The two young girls waited and waited. Sada made Deborah go to sleep, to 
conserve her strength. The girl curled up in her sister's lap, and while 
Sada guarded her sister's sleep, she nursed her own plans for vengeance. 

Her soft, sweet mouth curled into an unaccustomed sneer, as she thought of 
how drastically her life had changed in a few brief hours. 

Sada knew that she would have to do any number of things she couldn't have 
even considered twenty-four hours ago, and Sada knew, given her present 
rage, and her determination to survive, to avenge herself and her parents, 
that she would do everything required of her unhesitatingly. 

She felt the pain of her betrayal build in her body, felt the tears smarting 
her lovely eyes. 

Then, resolutely, she willed the pain to subside, willed all her lovely 
human, feminine emotions into subjection to her fiery determination. 

From now on, Sada could not afford to feel, could not have a conscience, 
could not find any sympathy in her for anyone, or anything. Sada needed to 
be an efficiently functioning machine, and in order to be that, her emotions 
could not stand in her way. 

When the door to the cellar room opened, many hours later, Sada looked up 
with hardened heart and fiery eyes, ringed with dark circles from lack of 
sleep. 

It was the General. 

"It is all arranged. You will go to Dachau for six months of discipline, and 
then you will be sent back here, you and your sister, to serve the war 
effort here. 

"If you behave yourselves, and learn your lesson well, your past and your 
parentage will be forgotten. Is that understood?" 

"I understand," Sada said, softly. 

"Then come!" the General ordered. 

Sada roused her still sleeping sister, and they followed the General out of 
the building, and to a truck. The two of them were thrown roughly into the 
back of the truck, and they began a long, long journey to the concentration 
camp. 

It was supposed to be a place where political dissenters and rebels were 
disciplined. Sada had heard of it. 

She was not, however, aware of the scope of the disciplining that went 
on--at least, not until she and her sister got there. 

They were put in a barracks with a lot of other women. The camp comprised 
men and women, who were quartered in different parts of the camp. 

They were issued uniforms, and given instructions on their conduct and what 
was expected of them by the head of their barracks, and then they were put 
to work. 

The two of them worked in the laundry. The job was incredibly grueling, and 
at the end of the day, the two young girls lay down on their bunks, 
exhausted to sickness, and too tired to eat. 

The two young girls fell asleep. 

They were awakened roughly by one of their barracks mates. 

"Come on," she said. "It's time for supper." 

"I don't want to eat!" Sada said, trying to burrow her head under the coarse 
blanket. 

"You have to eat, no matter what. There's no telling when we'll have food, 
or for how long, and if you want to survive, you have to eat!" the woman 
said, angrily. 

Sada remembered her promise to survive, and got up. She and her sister 
dragged themselves to the eating hall, where they had a very thin, flat 
soup, with a few potatoes in it, and some meager-looking vegetables. There 
was also a piece of bread. 

Sada resisted the urge to complain. She had to get out of here, and that 
meant that her attitude had to be such, that no one suspected she was 
anything but an obedient slave of the state, and perfectly happy with her 
condition. 

The diners were all silent. Prisoners were not supposed to talk to one 
another. 

At a command from a guard at the end of the hall, the prisoners all rose 
together, and filed out of the dining hall and back to their barracks. 

Sada was half asleep, when the door to the barracks was flung open. She kept 
her eyes partially closed, at the command of some instinct for 
self-preservation, as two guards walked up and down the long rows of hard 
bunks on which the women slept. 

"You, you, you, you, and you!" the two men barked, pointing to various 
women. The women got up without a sound, and walked toward the barracks 
entrance. 

One of the soldiers paused at Sada's bed. 

"Ahh, we have a new one!" 

"Two new ones!" his companion exclaimed, pointing to Sada's sister. 

"Well, let them sleep tonight. We shall have sport with them tomorrow," the 
first guard said. 

When the guards had finished culling the women from the barracks, they 
walked up to the front, where they were assembled, and marched them out. 

Sada would soon become familiar with that routine. The women, exhausted from 
a twelve-hour day of arduous labor, would not be returned until morning, in 
time for their meager breakfast and work. 

In the weeks that followed Sada learned much about accommodating the 
soldiers. She became, in a way, a pet. She and Deborah were pulled off 
laundry duty, and were stationed instead at the entrance to the camp, where 
all new prisoners gave up all their belongings. 

These belongings were sorted into piles, and then consigned to different 
warehouses. The work was much easier, and occasionally Sada and Deborah were 
treated to a piece of chocolate, or some cake, or extra bread, which was 
always confiscated from the prisoners. 

As Sada learned, so she counseled Deborah, and Deborah, awed at the change 
in her sister, was obedient and compliant. 

One day, when she and Deborah, and one other inmate were waiting for a 
shipment of prisoners, Sada experienced a profound emotional and moral 
crisis. The shipments of prisoners were getting larger and larger, and many 
of them, to Sada's way of thinking, did not, like her and her sister, belong 
in the camp. 

She was getting to like German less and less. The train pulled up at the 
station, and the first car opened. The prisoners, many of them in bad 
condition, were herded out and through the various doors that led to various 
compounds. 

The guard who was doing the sorting at the entrance, called for more help, 
when he realized that Sada, Deborah, and Minna, the third prisoner, had more 
than their hands full. 

Sada stood up for a moment, to stretch. She had been piling overcoats into 
carts, to be wheeled to the warehouse meant for them. 

And her breath froze in her throat. Among the prisoners, straggling in from 
the last car, were Peter, his father, and his mother. 

As he came abreast of her, Peter saw the lovely Sada. He gasped, his motion 
arrested by the sight of her. 

Sada noted the troubled look in his eyes, the way he had trouble meeting her 
gaze. Sada actually felt her cunt creaming with the triumph that went 
through her. 

She smiled broadly at Peter. She watched him frown, watched the flush creep 
into his handsome, once-loved face. 

Sada wondered, in this camp, just how much she could get away with. She 
would love to have killed him, as he caused the death of her mother and 
father. But she didn't want to spoil her growing chances of deliverance. 

Sada had been systematically stealing from the piles of goods, taking a 
little money here, and a little there, hiding it away. 

Her lovely smile faded into a sneer. Peter looked away. He was prodded 
forward by the brutal jab in his back of the barrel of a guard's rifle. 
Before he walked through the door, to be assigned to his compound, he looked 
back over his shoulder. 

The look of consternation on his face, was now compounded with fear. 

That night, when the guards came in to pick the women, Sada was among them. 
That night, she won especial attention from the commandant of the camp for 
her performance. 

And she gave her all. While she was fucking the commandant, giving him every 
bit of her attention, and the benefit of all the skills she had acquired, 
she was devising ways of getting to Peter, of seeing to it, that he never 
left the concentration camp. 

As the commandant's cock plowed wetly in and out of her cunt, Sada smiled at 
him sensually, and rhythmically caused her pussy muscles to clench around 
his cock, providing even more intense stimulation for his raging fuck rod. 

Sada felt her orgasm building, and knew that part of it was the great 
feeling of joy which was coursing through her. 

The commandant grunted. Around her, in the officers' quarters, she heard 
other shouts and groans, and knew that the men were all approaching their 
first climaxes of the evening, and there would be many more before the 
exhausted girls were released to resume their onerous chores. 

"Ahhh!" the commandant growled. Sada felt his cock lurch in her cunt, felt 
him pouring his hot, frothing come cream into her ardent twat. She arched 
her hips up, slamming her swollen, red-hot pussy lips against the sticky-wet 
hairy groin of the hard-humping commandant. 

He poured wad after wad of his viscid lustful liquid into Sada's teenaged. 
pussy. Sada wrapped her lovely, beautifully-shaped legs around the 
commandant's undulating waist, exposing more of her lovely bush to the 
battering fuck rod which pistoned in and out of her cunt furiously. 

She felt her orgasm rumble in her belly, felt the rhythmic contractions of 
her cunt as they responded to the hot waves of pleasure roaring through her. 

Sada moaned, as she came, her body quivering violently under the writhing 
sweating body of the commandant. 

"Ahh!" the commandant grunted again, as he emptied his balls into the sweet 
little snatch. Sada's orgasm peaked and faded away, as the commandant 
collapsed on top of her body, moaning and gasping for breath. 

"I should do a favor for you, for such a wonderful fuck," he husked. Sada 
smiled at him, masking her hatred in a warm glow that deceived the 
commandant. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"I would like to see how you indoctrinate the new group of prisoners," Sada 
said. "It might be an interesting political education for me. 

The commandant laughed. 

"I am impressed with the progress you and your sister are making," he said. 
He pulled out of her, his cock making a wet, plopping noise, and sat up, 
momentarily sated. 

Against one wall, Sada saw four new girls, naked. They were tied to rings 
which had been set into the wall. They were being whipped. 

Sada remembered her first night in the officers' quarters. She had been 
whipped, and had had her ass reamed out, and had suffered the anguish of 
seeing her sister similarly tortured. But she had borne it all with good 
grace, and willingness. She had carefully hidden her anger and her rage. 

Because of her compliance and apparent good nature, she and her well-tutored 
sister had become favorites among the officers, which is exactly what Sada 
had in mind. 

"It might be an interesting political education for me," Sada said to the 
bemused commandant. 

"And so it might. I predict that you will go far in the Third Reich, and be 
a woman of some, err, importance. Very well, it will be done." 

Sada had no intention of letting the commandant's favor go unrewarded. She 
curled up, her face near his lap. His cock was gleaming with their combined 
come juices, as she took the sticky-wet, semi-erect fuck prod in her soft 
little hand, and plopped the head of his cock into her mouth. 

"Ahh!" the commandant moaned, throwing his head back. He leaned back on his 
elbows, and allowed the girl's tongue to go wild on his raging prick. 

Sada's mouth moved down to the base of the commandant's cock. She inhaled 
deeply of his male muskiness. 

Sada found it strange as she progressed in her questionable arts of pleasing 
a man sensually, that she could so hate a creature like the commandant, and 
yet know how to please him so well! 

She pulled her mouth off his phallus which was throbbing to fullness, and 
reached under his cock with her mouth. She took one of his fleshy, hairy 
orbs into her mouth and began to suck on it. It tasted of her pussy juices 
combined with his come cream which had drooled out of her cunt. 

Having excited and thoroughly laved the first heavy sac, Sada moved her 
mouth to the second sac. She licked around his hairs, thoroughly soaking 
them, then she popped it into her mouth, feeling the wrinkled texture of it, 
the way the hairs teased the roof of her mouth. 

The commandant was moaning steadily now, and when Sada again turned her 
attention to his prick, it was fully erect. It stood out like a lurid, 
fleshy stalk from his pubic forest. It was red, angry-looking in its 
tumescence. 

Sada opened her beautiful mouth and buried his bulbous, drooling cock head 
in her mouth, trapping the oozing glans between her tongue and the roof of 
her mouth. She moaned, and the vibration caused the commandant to gasp, his 
breath hissing through his teeth. 

Sada put her hands on the commandant's flat, washboard belly, and felt the 
muscles tightening with his pleasure. She savored the feel of the slight 
tremor which was caused by his sexual arousal. 

The throbbing in his cock increased in intensity, as Sada's mouth started to 
bob up and down on the veiny shaft of the man's swollen peter. Each downward 
bob pushed more and more of his cock into her mouth, until she felt his 
fleshy glans plugging the entrance to her throat. 

Sada started to swallow. She moaned again, to hide the mirth occasioned by a 
perverse thought--that of biting deeply into the man's cock, cutting cleanly 
through the turgid shaft, severing it from his testicles, castrating him 
with her mouth. 

As she brought her mouth upward, she gently scraped the throbbing hot sides 
of his shaft with her teeth. She knew she had caused a sting to the man's 
super-sensitive fuck flesh, but the sting seemed to increase the 
commandant's pleasure. 

He started to buck his hips upward, rhythmically thrusting the tip of his 
prick into Sada's talented throat. 

She swallowed firmly around his cock, stimulating the head of his penis, 
feeling the juices ooze more copiously from his piss slit. She felt the 
slimy streams starting to trickle down her rippling throat, as she bobbed up 
and down more and more furiously on his cock. 

Her mouth was stretched against the thickness of his prick, and her throat 
started to ache, as he humped into her with an increasing intensity, as his 
passion rose in him. 

She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth partially open. His 
breath hissed from his passion-constricted throat. Sada sucked more fiercely 
on his cock. She thought, as she made a vacuum of her mouth, that she would 
like to suck his cock out at the roots, and every vicious thought that 
spilled into her imagination, only increased the pleasure she gave him. 

Her mouth was working almost fiendishly on the man's cock, scraping it with 
her teeth, laving it with her tongue, which twirled round and round the 
pulsing shaft. She pried the tip of her tongue almost brutally into his piss 
slit, and heard him cry out as his pleasure built to the edge of orgasm. 

Then, sucking strongly on the great fleshy wand, she began to urge the come 
out of his balls. 

His cock gave one heaving throb, and she felt the first load of his scum 
pour down her aching throat. Her sucking became even more violent, as the 
commandant began to ejaculate. 

Sada made it a point of pride to swallow all of a man's come when she was 
forced to service them with her mouth. She swallowed furiously, feeling the 
burning ache in her throat, which was plugged by the commandant's thick, 
spewing fuck rod. 

"Ahhh!" he gasped. His hips beat a lurid tattoo on the bed, where he had 
been fucking her, and where she was now sucking him off furiously. 

She felt the last of his load pouring down her throat. She continued to lick 
and suck on his cock. 

There was malicious intent in her enthusiasm. She knew how sensitive his 
cock would be after his orgasm, and she intended to cause him pain, had 
intended to annoy him with the violence she had inflicted on his cock with 
her mouth. 

Instead of objecting, he had been roused to further sexual fury. She kept 
sucking. She heard the commandant grunt. She looked up. His expression of 
bliss had turned to one of pain, but he did not stop her. 

Sada with malice aforethought, pressed the man's dwindling cock tightly 
between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and sucked with a force she 
would never have dared to use before. 

Still the commandant did not object. She looked up at him again, as she 
tortured his sensitized cock head. The sweat poured from his temples, and he 
was wincing. 

Finally, he hands came down and he pulled her face roughly away from his 
cock. 

"Enough!" he gasped. "Enough, enough! Hah!" 

She looked up at him, and smiled, her smile warm and limpid. The commandant 
shook his head. 

"You are a fantastic cock sucker," he said. 

"Thank you," she said. "It was a pleasure." 

The commandant winced and caressed his now sore cock. Sada was fascinated. 
She had the feeling that he enjoyed being hurt by her mouth. It gave her 
food for thought. 

"Go!" the commandant said, pushing her away from him. "Go sleep. You will 
watch the interrogations tomorrow evening." 

"What about my sister?" Sada said, running her hand up and down the 
commandant's hairy thigh. 

"Go back to your barracks, and tell the matron to send over two more women. 
I will get your sister released as soon as she is finished with the Corporal 
over there." 

Sada looked at her younger sister, and winced. She was having her ass reamed 
out by the Corporal. 

Deborah was bent over a table in one comer of the officers' quarters, her 
lovely young legs splayed apart obscenely, while the Corporal thrust in and 
out of her furiously. 

Sada dressed and went back to her barracks. 

The next evening, she and her sister sat with the commandant in a large 
room, where political dissidents were interrogated. 

Lined up, naked against one wall were Peter, his father, and a tall blond 
young man. 

Peter's mouth had dropped with shock when he saw Sada come in. Sada had 
learned that day, that she and her sister were being sent back to the city 
for further service. 

Sada did not kid herself about the nature of the "service" required, and she 
laid it out carefully to her sister. 

Deborah at first was rebellious. It took all of Sada's arguing and cajoling 
to convince her sister that it was the only way for them to get out of 
Germany, and to find freedom elsewhere. 

So Sada had an especially good reason for being in the interrogating room on 
this particular day. 

The commandant stood up and signaled to one of his aides-de-camp. Those 
blinding lights which Sada remembered all too well, were turned on the 
political prisoners. 

"You are here because all of you have engaged in political activity 
destructive to the State. We expect all of you to cooperate with us to the 
fullest degree, and give us the information we ask for." 

The commandant then asked each of them to state his name, place of birth, 
age, and occupation. 

He turned his attention to Peter and his father. "You two are accused of 
conspiring with Professor Melcher against the State. What do you have to say 
about the accusation." 

"Who accused us?" Peter cried out. 

A guard, standing beside the commandant, lashed out with a steel-barbed 
whip. It cut across Peter's handsome face, leaving a jagged cut so deep that 
it revealed his teeth and gums. The blood gushed from the wound. 

"You ask no questions here. -I ask the questions. I repeat, you are accused 
of conspiring with Professor Melcher against the State. I wish to know the 
names of the rest of the group of traitors, first." 

Peter's father was trembling violently. Sada smiled as she saw the sweat of 
fear gleaming on his old flesh. Her pussy creamed with the sensual aftermath 
of her victory. 

She was garnering her first victory, avenging herself on Peter and his 
father for causing the death of her parents. 

"I do not know who Professor Melcher's friends were!" Peter's father 
exclaimed. "I never associated with him! I do not even know the crime of 
which he is accused!" 

Sada's mouth went dry with excitement. Her tits jiggled against the cotton, 
prison issue uniform, as her chest heaved. 

The guard flicked the whip against the chest of Peter's father. He screamed 
as he felt the vicious bite of the steel barb, which cut from his left 
shoulder through his left nipple, downward, leaving an ugly, jagged gash, 
which poured blood downward. Sada watched the lurid streams of blood 
trickling down his belly, spreading outward as it reached his pelvic area, 
pooling in the thick hair of his pubes. 

"You stole certain papers of Professor Melcher. What did you do with those 
papers? What information did they contain which implicates you in the crime 
of high treason?" the commandant intoned. 

Sada's lie to the General had worked! She was choked with the excitement 
which thrilled through her. Her cunt creamed madly. She would gladly have 
fucked the guard who was whipping her once-loved friend, now turned into her 
most hated enemy. 

The commandant walked easily to a seat next to Sada and sat down. He looked 
at her and smiled. "I can see that this is going to take a long time." 

"I ask you again, to name the associates of Professor Melcher," the 
commandant commanded. 

There was silence. Sada noticed that the handsome blond man was also 
shaking. His cock was partially erect, and Sada giggled silently, enjoying 
his vulnerability. 

Again the guard's whip came down. Sada felt a hand on her thigh. It was the 
commandant's hand, and it was wet with sweat. 

So! she thought, he is aroused by pain and suffering. Her mind cast back to 
the night before, when she had wanted to hurt him and only succeeded in 
giving him more pleasure. 

Sada's hand went out, and rested on the commandant's knee. She ran her hand 
upward, until it came in contact with his crotch. He was fully erect. Sada 
kneaded the huge, throbbing bulge in his trousers, and smiled. 

She squirmed slightly in her seat. 

The commandant continued to ask questions, and Peter and his father 
continued to deny any knowledge of a conspiracy, continued to deny that they 
didn't know Professor Melcher. 

Sada kept quiet, her soft white hand resting on the throbbing bulge of the 
commandant's cock. 

She knew that he would fuck her afterwards, and she didn't care, because as 
the flesh was literally flayed off the two men, as their blood pooled in a 
dark sticky puddle at their feet, Sada felt her own sexual juices flowing 
hotly and freely. 

Both men eventually fainted, and the commandant got up to light a cigarette 
and stretch his legs. Sada kept her eyes on the monstrous bulge in his 
crotch. 

"And now for you!" the commandant said suddenly, walking up to the handsome 
blond man. 

"What do you want?" he asked weakly. "I'll tell you anything you want to 
know." 

His pallor was shocking, his voice as he spoke was shaking. He had watched 
the two men being whipped to death. 

There was laughter among the attendants in the interrogating room. The blond 
man spilled a lot of information, which was taken down by a stenographer in 
the room. 

"Whip him, and take him out to serve his sentence--hard labor!" 

"Aiiieeee!" the man screamed, as the barbed whip which he had attempted to 
avoid cut into his flesh. The guard whipped him brutally, until his flesh 
was covered with a lurid patina of blood. His flesh hung in ribbons where 
the steel barb had cut into it. His bone showed at his shoulder, where the 
whip had dug deeply. 

He was carried out unconscious. 

"Will he live?" Sada asked, fascinated. 

The commandant shrugged his shoulders, and offered his half-smoked cigarette 
to the beautiful girl. Sada noticed the way his eyes burned through her, 
seeming to undress her in the room. 

Sada felt incredibly hot. Her pussy itched furiously, maddeningly. She 
needed to be fucked badly. 

And her fingers itched to hurt Peter and his father. But she asked for 
nothing. It was reward enough to her, to know that Peter knew she was in 
this room, witnessing his humiliation and his pain. 

As she savored the pleasure of her revenge, nursed the anger, a hot wave of 
pain shot through her. She had loved him! Sada hardened her heart against 
the love. 

He had betrayed her, murdered her parents, put Sada and her sister, Deborah, 
into the humiliating position they were in now, and that Sada swore she 
would get out of, and never, never, ever again get into! 

She stared at the two men. It looked as if Peter's father were on the verge 
of death. Peter moaned, and his eyes fluttered open. His face was covered 
with blood, and streaked with sweat. His eyes were dark with fear. 

Mixed with the vision of the mutilated, once-handsome boy, were Sada's 
recollections of all those loving times, all those lies he told in the name 
of love. Sada swallowed her own bile. 

"Get the electrodes," the commandant ordered. The guard who had been doing 
the whipping, dropped his blood-stained whip and walked over to a table with 
other torture equipment in it. 

He came back with a large, square, black box, which he placed at Peter's 
feet. He took a set of clamps, attached to a long wire, and clipped them on 
Peter's cock. 

Sada felt her heart trip on her chest. Her sweat rolled freely down her 
back. She even had a mini-orgasm, sitting in the seat, felt her juices 
staining the back of her cotton dress, as she understood what the man was 
going to do. 

The guard placed another set of electrodes on each of Peter's heavy, hairy 
sacs. 

Peter gasped loudly, in a sobbing manner. 

"P-please, I don't know anything." 

"You knew enough to show the SS Professor Melcher's papers, thereby 
incriminating him." 

Sada held her breath. It was she who had given Peter those papers! 

"I-I did it for the good of the State. Professor Melcher was a traitor!" 
Peter screamed, his panic getting the best of him. 

Sada's hand had gone back to the commandant's thigh and had traveled upward. 
Carefully, very carefully, Sada massaged his bulging genital lump softly, 
freezing her emotions in her, so that they couldn't be translated into any 
bodily gesture. 

On an impulse, she turned to the commandant and smiled sweetly. "Ask him 
where he got the papers, Herr Commandant," Sada said softly. 

The commandant looked at her, arched his eyebrows, and then smiled. 

"Where did you get those papers you showed the General?" the commandant 
asked. 

"I-I stole them!" Peter said, his voice almost a falsetto. "I always 
suspected the Professor!" 

"Herr Commandant," Sada whispered, using the truth to further the lie which 
had caused her to gain her vengeance on Peter, "I gave him the papers, 
because I suspected my father, and his father!" 

The commandant grunted, and smiled. 

"You lie," the commandant said. 

"Yaiieee, yiee! Yiee! Yiee!" Peter's voice barked, high-pitched and 
rhythmical, as the guard turned on the voltage of the deadly-looking box. 

Sada's nostrils were assailed with the odor of burning flesh as the heat 
caused by the electricity burned into Peter's man meat, and singed the hair 
on his balls. 

Peter's body jerked obscenely in his bonds. His muscles and tendons 
convulsed violently, and stood out prominently on his body, as the 
electricity gripped him in its deadly current. 

"Would you care to tell us what you do know? Or are you going to continue to 
fabricate stories for me, thereby wasting my time and the time of the State 
which you profess to love so dearly?" the commandant said, a tinge of irony 
in his voice. 

Peter's head was sunk on his chest. He was moaning softly. He looked weak, 
his shoulders sagging, his knees bent. 

He was literally electrified into another bizarre dance as the guard applied 
the electricity again. 

Sada's pussy muscles twitched. She felt the commandant's hand prying up 
under her dress. She felt his fingers teasing her cunt. Peter was screaming 
in that grotesque, barking way as volt after volt of electricity shot 
through him. His hair stood on end. 

A heavy sigh issued from the mouth of his father, and his body slumped 
forward. The guard left the box with the electricity still surging through 
Peter's now erect and luridly red cock, and walked calmly over to Peter's 
father. 

There was no movement. 

"He is dead." 

"You know what to do with him," the commandant said, his voice indifferent. 

Two guards stepped forward and released the dead weight of the old man, and 
carried his nude body out of the room. 

The guard went back to the box. Peter's barking cries had turned into a 
strange rattle. 

When he turned off the electricity, Peter's body slumped forward, too. The 
guard put his hand to Peter's chest. 

"Unconscious!" 

"Wake him up. I'm not finished with him." 

The guard started to slap Peter's face brutally. Sada was trembling with her 
passion. 

"Agghh!" the commandant said, standing up again, and stretching. "Go to 
lunch!" -he ordered the guards, and bring lunch back for me and Sada." 

The guards left, as Peter, moaning, fluttered his eyes open. One of the 
guards, in going out, switched off the high-intensity white lights. Sada 
started, realizing that Peter's pain-blurred gaze was directed at her. 

Again she smiled. Deliberately, with all the sensual grace at her command, 
she reached out, and fondled the commandant's heavy man meat which 
threatened to burst through the seams of his trousers. 

The commandant pointed at the floor. 

"Down!" he commanded. 

Sada laughed gutturally, and threw her dress up over her waist. She heard 
Peter's gasp, as she pulled her pants down, revealing her glorious 
womanhood. She lay down on the floor, and raised her arms upward at the 
commandant. She raised her knees upward, and spread her thighs wide, 
revealing the swollen, pink meat of her pussy. 

And as she creamed, wanting the commandant to fuck her, she creamed also 
because Peter who had wanted her so badly, was not going to get her, but was 
going to watch her rutting in front of him with his torturer. 

"Hurry!" Sada gasped, "I can't wait to feel your cock in my cunt!" 

The commandant pulled his pants down until they hung over the top of his 
knee-high gleaming black boots. His cock was fully erect. Sada licked her 
lips, as the commandant squatted between her wide-open legs. 

The commandant placed his gleaming cock head at the entrance to her hot and 
drooling cunt, and shoved inward. 

Sada gasped loudly, and threw her legs up in the air, as she felt the hot 
passage of the commandant's thick cock plowing through her eager cunt. She 
felt as if her cunt were melting, as the commandant's cock spread wide the 
walls of her pussy. 

She felt his hairy, heavy balls pressing against her quivering ass cheeks, 
and Sada started to hump upward, trying to drive even the man's balls into 
her cunt. 

Through half-lidded eyes, Sada watched Peter's face. The look of agony 
intensified. His fully erect cock bobbed luridly, and he trembled in his 
bonds, and Sada knew, as she arched her hips up, swiveling her swollen, 
sticky-wet muff against the commandant's hairy pubes, that Peter was not 
trembling entirely from fear or pain. 

She saw his hands clench in his manacles. 

She turned her attention back to the commandant, and gave him everything she 
had. She ground her swollen muff heavily into his hairy groin. 

The commandant's ass started to rise in the air, as he pulled his gleaming 
wet cock out to the tip. Then with a feral grunt, he drove his cock deeply 
into Sada's cunt. 

Sada moaned, and began to hump upward, keeping her humping motions 
rhythmical, and timed with the commandant's downward thrust. 

She knew he wouldn't last long. She could tell from the stretched, hot 
throbbing balls that slapped against her ass. She could tell from the wild 
way his cock pulsed in her pussy. 

He had had a hard-on for a long time, for a whole evening's worth of 
interrogation. Sada had no idea what time it was. She knew that the guards 
had a fourth meal about midnight. 

Sada felt his monstrous cock plowing through the wet meadow of her 
womanhood. She felt his shaft thickly stuffing her cunt, massaging the 
maddening itch which had built in her cunt, since she had started to watch 
the interrogation. 

Her legs wrapped tightly around the commandant's undulating, sweating waist, 
Sada surrendered to the hot fleshy pleasure of his cock throbbing furiously 
in her cunt, savored the need she knew he had of her at this moment. And she 
gave into it. 

She felt her pussy muscles beginning to cramp pleasurably, as her own orgasm 
built steadily and swiftly to a head. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sada writhed lustfully under the hard-humping body of the commandant. She 
had a feeling that this was going to be an all-night affair, and tonight she 
didn't care. 

She had had a taste of blood, by watching a man she once loved, who had 
betrayed her, tortured. She wanted to see him dead. 

She reached up and pulled the commandant's mouth down to her hot, wet mouth. 
Her tongue pried through his teeth, and wrestled lustfully, lewdly with his 
tongue, as she ground her muff heavily into his hard-driving dork. 

The commandant moaned loudly against her mouth, and his cock pitched heavily 
into her teeming pussy Sada groaned as she felt her orgasm building in her 
tight fuck channel, felt the first spasms of her lust building deep in her 
soft fleshy fuck cave. 

Her muff slapped lewdly, with wet sucking noises, against the commandant's 
now very wet pubes. 

Sada's juices flooded from her cunt, as the commandant's cock pistoned in 
and out of her hot fuck tunnel. He slammed into the young teenager with 
greater and greater force, as Sada's muscles sucked at the great peter. 

Then he started to shoot his wad into her, grunting and gasping furiously as 
his sweat poured down and dripped over Sada's contorted face. 

"Yeeaggh!" Sada screamed, as her body went out of control in the hot throes 
of her orgasm. Her juices mixed with the hot frothing scum of the commandant 
as the two of them wrestled together violently, their bodies pounding into 
each other. They rolled around and around on the floor, in front of the 
pinioned Peter. 

Sada, gasping, started to come down from the violent, delicious delirium 
which had taken hold of her body and sent her into an ecstatic state. 

She could still feel the commandant's cock throbbing against her cuntal 
walls. She clutched at him tightly, as his cock dwindled in her cunt. 

He laughed, his laughter causing his cock to spasm in her cunt. Sada 
grunted, and clutched at it. 

"I must remember to recommend you to Herr Himmler," the commandant laughed, 
as he pulled out of the still trembling girl. He helped her to her feet, an 
unusual gesture which Sada took due note of. 

By the time the two of them had settled themselves in their chairs again, 
the guards had come back with thick steaming bowls of soup, and bread with 
butter. 

The meals for the prisoners were meager, and Sada attacked the extra meal 
ravenously, while the guard continued to torture Peter. A lot of the fight 
seemed to go out of him, and Sada hoped it was because she had fucked the 
commandant in front of him. 

She continued to enjoy her meal and the sight of Peter being tortured. 
Peter's thick man meat, which she had saved her virginity for, was now ugly 
black and drooling blood and plasma, terribly burned from the electrodes. 

He moaned deeply, and collapsed. 

"He is dead, Herr Commandant!" the guard barked, having examined his heart. 

Sada felt an unwilling pang of anguish rip through her. 

The guards released Peter and took him away. Sada knew where he went, to the 
pits behind the camp, where the bodies were all unceremoniously dumped, and 
covered over lightly with dirt. 

It was said in the camp that this was the second pit that had been dug, and 
that close to ten thousand people were buried in another pit, which extended 
for half a mile, and was twenty yards wide right behind the second pit. 

The next afternoon, on the train which had brought in several hundred 
political prisoners, and defectives, Sada and her sister were shipped out of 
the concentration camp, and removed to Berlin, where they were escorted to a 
brothel used strictly by officers of the Gestapo and the SS. 

Sada embarked on her new life with the same almost maniacal enthusiasm that 
she had entered into her political rehabilitation. She knew that she and her 
sister were lucky; that most of the people who went into the concentration 
camps did not come out of them. 

And quietly, cleverly, she amassed enough money to buy passports for her and 
her sister on the black market. 

The night before she and her sister were to depart, surreptitiously, they 
had been "invited" to a party. 

Sada had been offered as a prize for the winner of a duel with swords. Both 
the men were handsome, and Sada, placed naked on the long banquet table, 
felt her pussy cream. 

Her plans once she escaped Germany had been solidified. She was exhilarated 
that her long, arduous waiting and planning was at an end. And she was 
enjoying the lustful revels enormously. 

The swords were not tipped, and already blood flowed on both sides. 

With one violent but graceful lunge, a tall blond handsome soldier, one who, 
it was rumored was coming up quickly in Hitler's ranks, transfixed the body 
of his opponent. 

The tall blond officer turned, with no concern at all for his fallen 
opponent, whose seconds were carrying him off the field of battle, and 
hopefully to a doctor before he died, turned, and leered at the naked Sada, 
who grinned, pixieish on the table. She was resting on her haunches. 

Subtlety, she spread her thighs, so that her swollen soaking wet pussy meat 
winked at the man's libidinous gaze. 

The man shucked off his torn and bloodied tunic, and removed his clothes to 
the applause and lewd comments of his fellow officers. Then he leaped up on 
the table. 

He had a cut across one arm, and a deep cut across his side, but otherwise, 
his body was perfect, well-shaped, the muscles rippling. 

"Come here, fraulein," he husked, pushing the willing Sada over. Sada got 
the idea, and got down on all fours, and waved her stupendously perfect, 
rounded, firm white ass at the victor. 

Her beautiful firm mounds dangled down and jiggled with her motions. Sada 
smiled, as, in full view of the dozens of officers and officers' women, the 
victorious officer parted her gorgeous ass cheeks, and aimed his prick at 
her puckered brown asshole. 

Sada winced slightly, and then moaned, and wiggled her ass backward, as the 
officer, grasping her by the haunches and embedded his thick, drooling cock 
head in her tight shit chute. 

Ass fucking was certainly not one of Sada's favorite forms of sex play, but 
Sada played her part to the hilt. She gasped, and wiggled her hips backward, 
lodging more and more of the man's thick, throbbing cock into her bunghole. 

"Ahh!" the man gasped, as he pushed his way forward. The china and 
silverware on the now dirty table tinkled with the spastic motions of the 
man as he thrust mercilessly inward, burying more and more of his man meat 
into Sada's burning ass. 

"Unh!" the man grunted, and Sada felt his heavy, hairy balls slap against 
her swollen wet pussy meat. 

The contact of his wiry hairs against her already inflamed clitoris, excited 
her, and she began to buck her hips backward, grinding her inflamed twat 
meat onto the man's hairy pubes. 

He gripped her more tightly and started to pull his cock out and slam it 
deep into Sada's ass. 

Each time the officer thrust inward, there was a cheer of lustful 
encouragement from the assembled officers. Some of them had taken their meat 
out and they were pumping lewdly on their pricks, their cocks aimed at Sada. 

Her breathing started to get ragged, as she felt the burning sensation in 
her asshole build, felt the tickling of her inflamed clitoris, as the man's 
hairy balls slammed into her with the violence of his humping. 

He gasped, and then bellowed, increasing the rhythm and speed of his 
fucking. 

Unwanted, a vision of Peter came before her eyes. Only it wasn't 
trustworthy, handsome Peter whom she had loved. 

It was Peter, whose flesh was flayed off his body, whose genitals were 
blackened and burned with electrodes, Peter whose cock had lurched to 
tumescence as he watched Sada fucking the man who had tortured him, that 
appeared to her. 

And the memory of him caused Sada to renew her frenetic sexual response to 
the victor. 

She clenched her sphincter muscles tightly around the man's cock on his 
out-thrust. She heard his breath hiss between his teeth with the pleasure 
she was affording him, as she massaged his humping cock with her rippling 
cuntal walls. 

She felt his cock lurching wildly in her bunghole, felt her clitoris twitch 
and jerk hotly as it was tickled by the man's wiry pubic hairs. The din of 
the obscene yelling and screaming of the witnesses to this lewd act pounded 
in her ears. 

She felt her sex sweat pouring from her beautiful body. She was going to 
take every bit of pleasure she could from this humiliation. It would be her 
last. She had fully determined to kill herself if she were caught escaping. 

But she decided to give the victor a ride for his money, too. She bucked her 
gorgeous ass cheeks backward, slamming them into the hard-driving loins of 
the man who was reaming her ass out. 

She heard him moan, and then felt his cock spew a hot and heavy load of 
juice deep into her bowels. 

His man juice lubricated her dry, stinging tunnel, and she began to derive 
pleasure from his mad humping. She closed her eyes, feeling her asshole 
close in around the spewing cock, and felt her cuntal muscles go wild, 
stimulated by the hot thick prod which was rubbing up against the thin 
membrane which separated her cunt hole from her asshole. 

His scum poured deeply into her bowels, giving her a bloated feeling. His 
gism also lubricated his cock easing its passage in and out of her rectum. 
Sada felt her own orgasm rise. 

Her hips gyrated crazily in response to the hot and heavy rhythm of the man 
who was plugging her ass. 

"Ahh!" he gasped, and collapsed on top of Sada's still twitching body. 

Sada moaned, and wriggled around on his cock a few more times, as her orgasm 
peaked and then started to fade away. 

They were not released from the party until almost six o'clock. They had 
less than an hour to make their getaway. They were fortunate, in that most 
of the people at the party lived in the environs of the brothel, and most of 
the inhabitants of the brothel had been at the party. 

When Deborah and Sada left the large, ornately decorated house which had 
been appropriated from some German industrialist, everyone was sound asleep. 

Two weeks after they left the brothel, the two young people were in Paris. 

One of their early friends turned out to be an executive of the Bank of 
France, Emil. He appeared to be deeply attracted to Deborah, and Sada 
encouraged his attentions, although she wouldn't let her marry him until she 
had finished school. 

In the meantime, Sada had her own plans. She opened her own house, 
specializing in the hurting and torturing of men. She kept her apartment on 
the Left Bank until she felt it was safe to enjoy some of her money by 
getting the apartment on the Avenue Foch. The image of Peter kept recurring, 
a love mixed with enormous hate. Again and again she saw him in her 
imagination, as he was that day in the concentration camp, mutilated, his 
eyes burning into hers, as he stood in his bonds and watched Sada fuck the 
camp commandant. 

Sada stirred on the couch, and sat up abruptly, the sweat pouring from her 
lovely face. 

She looked at her watch. It was three in the afternoon. She had a 
four-thirty appointment with Monsieur LaRoux, who adored being humiliated. 
Se wondered what kind of a mess her girls had left behind in her absence. 
She was hungry, slightly hung-over from all the brandy mixed with the pills, 
and she felt groggy. 

She realized with a start that she had taken an exceptionally heavy dose of 
the sleeping medicine, given that she had drunk so heavily. 

"Sada, don't do that again, unless you really want to die!" 

She took a bath, and dressed carefully, meticulously, and then took a cab 
back to her brothel, arriving at almost five o'clock. 

The place looked all right. The girl second in command handed over the 
night's, and the day's receipts, and smiled. 

"Mr. LaRoux is waiting for you in your sitting room." 

"Thank you, Annette," Sada said, ascending the stairs wearily. She opened 
the door, and stepped inside the handsome, if over-decorated room. 

"You're late," Mr. LaRoux said mildly, looking at his watch. 

"How dare you tell me I'm late? Why didn't you find out whether you were 
early or not?" she barked. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...!" 

"You didn't mean!" Sada snarled, crossing the room in a fury, and slapping 
the man violently on his face. His head snapped viciously to one side from 
the force of the blow. 

"Oh, please, don't hit me again. I know how dumb and stupid I am!" the man 
wailed. 

"Tell me again how dumb and stupid you are!" Sada screamed, kicking the man 
in his shins, brutally. 

Mr. LaRoux got down on his knees, and pressed his forehead into the carpet 
at her feet. 

"I'm the most miserably, wretched, awkward, stupid man in existence," Mr. 
LaRoux mourned. 

"Take your clothes off!" Sada barked. 

There was a gentle knock on the door. Sada frowned. It was unusual for 
anyone to interrupt her when she had a customer. As a matter of fact, it was 
absolutely forbidden. 

She swung the door open, and gazed fiercely at the young new teenaged 
acquisition to her house. 

"Now what!" she demanded. 

"I'm sorry. Annette told me that the man waiting in the parlor said it was 
very important. He sent up his card." 

Sada snatched the card out of the frightened girl's hand and looked at it, 
and gasped. Jean-Michel! 

She looked up at the frightened girl, and then her face relaxed into a broad 
grin. 

"Tell the gentleman to wait. I will be with him presently," Sada said, 
closing the door. 

She didn't know how Jean-Michel had followed her here, or found out what she 
did, but she didn't care. For the time being, it would be another game to 
play. 

"Are you ready for your punishment, Mr. LaRoux, you stupid capon?" she 
asked. 

The naked and trembling LaRoux crouched before the dominating woman who was 
now glaring down at him. 

He gulped, and nodded. 

"Yes, Mistress, anything you say," he said meekly. 

Sada picked up a belt which hung behind the door on a hook, and flicked it a 
few times with a deadly expertise. 

"Of course it's whatever I say," she sneered, raising her lovely arm. "That 
was a very stupid thing to say." 

The thick leather belt hissed through the air. Sada heard the harsh slap of 
leather against bare flesh. 

She looked down, feeling her pussy cream, feeling her excitement rise. 
Across the man's ass cheeks, a thick livid welt had formed. 

Sada was right where she wanted to be--for the moment. 

She would decide later where to go with Jean-Michel. 

In her excitement, she did more than justice to the man, who was soon 
moaning furiously. His ass wiggled at her, as she applied the lashes to it. 
His ass cheeks were inflamed, and Sada could detect the slight throbbing 
caused by the vicious beating she was giving him. 

She looked down between his legs. His balls hung, two heavy, hairy sacs, 
pendulously. Behind them, pointing toward his stomach, the man's cock 
lurched, monstrously erect. 

The man took on the appearance of Jean-Michel, and Sada felt her cunt cream 
heavily. 

"Now, you dog! I have done you more service than you deserve. What will you 
do for me?" 

"Anything you want, Mistress, anything!" 

"Lick my cunt, you dog!" she snarled. She felt her vengeful excitement rise, 
as the man crawled to her on hands and knees, whimpering. His face was 
flushed and covered with sweat. 

As he approached her, Sada suddenly turned around. 

"You don't deserve to lick my cunt. Clean out my dirty ass for me," she 
growled. 

The man sat back on his haunches, and parted her ass cheeks. He knew better 
than to fondle her soft flesh. 

He buried his face in the soft cleft of her ass crack, and Sada gasped, as 
she felt his hot tongue laving her puckered brown asshole. 

The man moaned against her asshole and Sada laughed, knowing in what agony 
he was with his tumescent cock throbbing painfully, desiring release from 
the churning pressure in his balls. But Sada would give him nothing. 

Sada had given her all, and been betrayed. And time after time, Sada vented 
her rage against the men who crossed her path. It was like them, that most 
of them derived pleasure from her sadistic acts. And Sada had known they 
would, which is why she had cultivated this particular clientele. 

She remembered the Nazi officers in the concentration camp! Oh, she 
remembered them well. 

"Come on, dog, you can do better than that!" Sada hissed. The man's tongue 
moved more swiftly and more firmly up and down her ass crack. Sada felt her 
juices pouring more freely as his tongue pried into her bunghole, teasing 
the soft ridges around her sphincter muscles. Finally, Sada herself needed 
release. 

"Enough, pig, get away from me!" 

Sada kicked backward, and made solid contact with the man's heaving belly, 
digging into the soft flesh with her heel. The man sprawled over backward on 
his ass. 

Sada sat in a chair, and spread her legs, revealing her swollen pink pussy 
meat. 

"Make me come, and you better do it good, you mental incompetent, you 
genetic defective!" 

Again the man crawled toward her on hands and knees. Timidly, he parted her 
pussy lips, exposing her folds of woman flesh. 

His face was buried in her twat, and Sada felt his tongue flick out, and 
start to lap up and down on her pussy lips. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned. She threw her head back, and closed her eyes. Unwanted, 
a picture of Jean-Michel's handsome face came to her. It was Jean-Michel's 
tongue that was licking up and down on her pussy lips. 

Her hips quivered and started to rock back and forth on the chair, as her 
cowed client ran his tongue wetly, hotly up and down her cunt cleft, running 
around and around her clitoris. 


THE END
