Nazi Nurse - Part 1 by Llabmik
Chapter 1 - False Confession
The lovely French spy squealed as she was slapped hard and thrown into the
sturdy wooden chair.
Hans watched his two colleagues tie her down with the skill of long
experience. He loved being a Nazi. He loved being in the SS. He loved the new
windproof Zippo lighter which he had taken it off an Allied soldier who would be
having no further use for it. An inveterate pipe smoker, he was patiently going
through the ritual of lighting his pipe with his new black zippo lighter while
Captain Steiner and Otto conducted a quick field interrogation of the French
spy.
Lovely Yvette was understandably reluctant to betray her friends and country to
some of the most depraved monsters in history. Her slim wrists were wired to the
arms of the heavy wooden chair as her dainty ankles were wired to the legs.
Captain Steiner grinned wickedly.
"My girlfriend's a nurse. She told me about a really agonizing technique called
bone scraping. We'll be forced to use it if you don't tell us everything."
A redheaded french fireball, lovely Yvette spat defiantly in his handsome face.
"Eat shit and die, Nazi pig!!"
Captain Steiner calmly unbuttoned her blouse while Yvette hurled imaginative
french abuse. She insulted his mother, his girlfriend, his probable boyfriend,
his manhood and implied a homosexual relationship between him and Adolf Hitler.
With the true inner serenity that comes from the certain knowledge that he was
going to make the bitch scream, he calmly sliced off her bra with his
beautifully engraved, razor sharp SS dagger. To everyone's delight, the French
fireball had nice big tits with pretty pink nipples. This was a big improvement
over the last one who had turned out to be packing her bra with tissue paper.
Hans had finished lighting his pipe and, puffing contentedly with the true
serenity of the dedicated pipe smoker, watched with interest. He had never heard
of bone scraping, preferring more tried and true methods to make a cunt scream.
Captain Steiner produced a long needle and handed another one to Otto. This was
new to Otto, too. Captain Steiner told him how it was done.
"It's easy. You just jab the needle through her nipple and push it in as far as
it will go until it hits a rib."
Yvette squealed as he suited the action to the word. Otto, an eager student,
nodded appreciatively.
"Like this?"
Yvette squealed louder as he plunged his needle into her other nipple and
brutally rammed it in until the point jabbed into the underlying rib. Captain
Steiner went on to the next step.
"Lean against the needle and scrape the point back and forth over her rib hard
and fast."
The French fireball sounded like a fire siren as the two scraped vigorously.
Squirming energetically, her tight little bum bounced on the seat as Yvette
shreiked out her defiance.
Hans frowned. A grizzled veteran, he thought this technique might be useful for
motivating whores when you didn't want to damage the merchandise. On the other
hand, he didn't think that tough little Yvette was even close to caving in.
Even pipe smokers have limits to their patience. After watching for a while, he
decided it was time to give them the benefit of his experience. Hans cleared his
throat respectfully.
"Ahem! Captain! If I may make a suggestion?"
Captain Steiner ceased. Hans was famous for his successful interrogations. He
lacked a few of the management skills necessary for promotion, but he was second
to none in motivating a reluctant helper.
"Yes, Hans?"
"Pull her panties down to her knees."
Otto and Captain Steiner left their needles stuck in and pulled down her pants
and panties. She was a natural redhead. Yvette didn't like the way this was
going at all.
"Lift her bum up off the chair and spread her cheeks."
Her bare bum was lifted. Her asscheeks were prised apart by strong hands,
exposing her brown, wrinkled rectum. Hans squatted down, set it on high and sent
the flame from his new Zippo licking along the crack of her ass and up between
her legs over her cunt.
Yvette's eyes opened wide and she screamed high and hard as her heinie hole and
cunt were cooked to a bright, bright red. As the air filled with the smell of
roasted rectum, cooked cunt and burnt pubic hair, Hans flicked off his Zippo.
A burn is the most painful injury a person can receive. With other injuries,
the pain tends to fade to a dull ache. A burn, provided the nerve endings aren't
burnt away, keeps the agony flaming brightly. Hans reached between her legs and
gave her throbbing cunt and flaming asshole an encouraging grope. It put
red-faced, gasping Yvette firmly on the path of total co-operation.
When they were done and Yvette had betrayed everyone she knew and everything
she believed in, Hans had one more little favour to request.
"When you are re-interrogated later by the back-up team, I want you to name
Katja Himmelman as one of your spy group."
Sweating hard and in intense agony, Yvette nodded. Hans had to make sure.
"What was the name I just said?"
"Katja Himmelman."
"Excellent!"
Yvette slumped in the chair, foolishly thinking that it was all over except for
the signed confession and the execution. Actually, her one-way journey to the
pits of hell was just beginning. It wouldn't actually be over until she was
turned over to Mistress Elke to star in one of her charming little snuff shows.
The boys unzipped. Pretty Yvette screamed until the snot ran and her vocal
cords tore as her hot roasted holes were opened for business.
Chapter 2 - Transformed
It was a lovely spring morning in Nazi Gemany. The songbirds warbled
melodiously. Her very exclusive neighborhood was quiet as Ursula returned from
the exhorbitantly expensive beauty salon that she honoured with her patronage to
prepare for the extremely upper crust party she was to attend that evening. It
was a short walk and a lovely day, so Ursula had given her chauffeur the morning
off. Achingly beautiful, Ursula undulated down the deserted street, superbly
dressed, superbly coiffed, superbly made up.
A gleaming black van stopped next to her. It was the sort of van the SS used to
transport prisoners, but innocent, exquisite Ursula didn't know that. An SS
officer in laboriously spit shined jackboots and an immaculate uniform hopped
out nimbly. He stepped in front of Ursula, flanked by two subordinates. Though
surprised, lovely Ursula was poised, polite and respectful, as behooved a rich,
young beauty supremely confident of her exalted place in the universe.
"May I help you gentlemen?"
The captain was to the point.
"Are you Ursula von Braun?"
Ursula nodded. Perhaps this had something to do with her wealthy husband, an
executive with the House of Krupp, a company that manufactured weapons and
munitions for the war effort. Lovely Ursula had done very well for herself. Her
handsome, dashing, socially connected, filthy rich husband was definitely a
catch. Haughty, snotty Ursula had always been careful who she put out for and
her eager husband had become thoroughly trained in the art of begging, wheedling
and bribing her in return for her favours. Ursula spoke with the smug
self-confidence of an arrogant, spoiled beauty in her prime and at the top of
her form.
"Yes, I am Ursula von Braun. Is there a prob... "
The breath whooshed out of her and she peed in her expensive silk panties as
the SS captain pistoned a rock-hard, gloved fist into her stomach. His
subordinates lifted her hunched over, gasping body into the back of the van.
The van drove off while the birds chirped happily. Peace and tranquility
reigned supreme once more in the lush, superbly landscaped neighborhood.
Inside the van, Ursula's expensive jacket was removed, carefully folded and put
in a box. Red faced and gasping painfully for breath, Ursula was powerless to
resist at first. The front of her expensive silk blouse was carefully
unbuttoned. The cuffs were undone and her arms were eased out of the sleeves. It
was folded neatly and placed on top of her jacket in the box. It was when they
unhooked her bra that she began to struggle. The SS captain slapped her
ringingly. The imprint of his gloved hand flamed on her cheek. Ursula lay
stunned on the floor of the van as her tits spilled out, jiggling delectably.
Her skirt was unzipped, unbuttoned and slid down her smooth, beautifully
proportioned legs. It was folded and placed on top of the blouse along with her
black lace brassiere. Her exhorbitantly expensive, extremely fashionable high
heels were unstrapped and placed in the box with the rest of her clothing. Her
sheer silk stockings were unclipped from her garter belt and rolled down her
glorious legs. The garter belt was removed.
Ursula tried to resist again as fingers were insinuated inside the elastic
waistband of her urine-soaked, black silk panties. Her pretty head was bounced
off the floor and Ursula saw stars as her soggy panties were slid down her
trembling thighs. Her black silk panties were wrung out into a bucket and placed
in the box.
Ursula let out a small, terrified squeal as strong hands gripped her dainty
ankles, spread her lovely legs wide and the first rapist rammed his rock hard
member into her tight, dry fuckhole.
Chapter 3 - Surrogate Rich Bitch
Later the same morning, Katherina had stripped off her coarse concentration
camp uniform before stepping into the black SS van. An hour later she was
standing in the ruins behind the van as she dressed. The shattered buildings
were still smoking from the recent Allied bombing attack.
Between Katherina's shapely legs, her asshole and fuckhole burned. The SS men
surrounding her smirked as they watched the naked prisoner put on the clothes.
Lovely Katherina was confused as she put on the expensive clothing from the box
in the back of the van. The black lace bra was costly. The black silk panties
were damp, but this was no problem for Katherina as she slipped them on. A
thoroughly raped over woman has a lot more to think about than damp silk
panties.
Her mind fuddled by shock, she nevertheless wondered what the SS men were up to
as she slipped on the sheer silk stockings and clipped them to the garter belt.
She put on the silk blouse. Her trembling fingers had difficulty doing up the
buttons. One of her smirking rapists buttoned her up, like a mother dressing a
clumsy child. She stepped into the skirt. She managed to zip it up, but again
had to be helped with the buttons by her smirking rapist friend.
She stepped into the high heels. Her smirking rapist buddy helped her once more
by buckling up the straps. It all fit her perfectly. Her rapist buddy, mimicking
a perfect gentleman, held the jacket open for her as she put her arms through
the sleeves, like she was his date to a fancy dress ball. The others had a good
snigger at the idea of the raped over bitch as a date.
"Put the purse over your shoulder."
She shouldered the finely tooled leather purse while her surrounding SS rapists
inspected her carefully. The SS captain nodded.
"She'll do perfectly."
He instructed her calmly.
"Lie face down on the road."
Totally confused and deathly afraid, she lay face down on the dirty road in all
her expensive finery. They muscled her over until her head was behind the back
wheel of the van with her body to one side. They held her pinned there with her
wrists held behind her back. A thin board was placed over her head and wedged
under the back tire to eliminate the tire tracks. Katherina lay quaking
violently in fear. Ursula's black silk panties were peed in for a second time
that morning.
The van driver hopped in and started the engine.
Her body jerked violently as he backed over her head, crushing it beyond
recognition under the splintering board. Her anal sphincter loosened in death
and, as her last act, Katherina crapped in Ursula's greatly abused panties. The
captain took his SS dagger and cut the identifying concentration camp tattoo
from Katherina's arm. They threw her body, still with the purse carrying
Ursula's ID and personal effects slung over its shoulder, next to a tottering
stone wall and pushed the heavy wall over on top of it. The captain spoke with
mock sadness.
"Looks like poor Ursula's met with a terrible accident."
The others laughed coarsely. There were too many bodies after a bombing raid
for a detailed look at any particular one. If it was carrying ID, wearing the
right clothes, looked roughly right and seemed to have been crushed by falling
rubble, that was good enough. It was, for sure, going to be a closed casket
funeral, so Ursula's nearest and dearest weren't going to get a good gawk at the
crushed corpse anyway.
Chapter 4 - Welcome To The Fun House
Wearing Katherina's coarse concentration camp uniform with the thick woolen
underwear, Ursula sat on the cot in her solitary confinement cell, rubbing her
arm where, that morning, they had tattooed Katherina's ID number. For all
book-keeping purposes she was now Katherina as the dead Katherina was now her.
She looked up as the heavy door opened. A familiar face poked in.
"Ursula! I haven't seen you in years!"
Ursula looked up. It was Heidi from her school days! Heidi was sort of the
class scapegoat. They had made fun of stupid old Heidi a lot. Ursula smiled in
relief at the sight of her.
"Heidi! Am I glad to see you!"
Heidi smiled pleasantly.
"Wow! Does this ever bring back memories! Remember how you told Friedrich not
to go out with me because I had the crabs?"
Ursula had the good grace to look embarassed.
"Well, uh, I'm really sorry about that."
"How about the itching powder in my gym bloomers?"
"Well, Katja actually did that."
Heidi grinned knowingly.
"That's right, but she told me that it was your idea!"
Ursula blushed, surprised that Katja had mentioned this little factoid to
Heidi.
"Well, uh, actually it was Karla's. I just passed it along. I, uh, didn't think
that she'd really do it!"
Heidi spoke teasingly.
"Aw, come on! You knew that she'd do it, just like you knew that she'd loosen
the seams on my dress so that it would fall off at that dance. That was your
idea too! She told me!"
Ursula licked her lips nervously, but Heidi seemed not to carry any grudge. She
was still smiling pleasantly.
"Ursula, you two girls were pretty funny and always at my expense! Spraying
that squirt gun on the back of my skirt where I couldn't see it, so I wandered
the school looking like I'd peed myself and didn't have the sense to clean up.
What a laugh! Wow! Was I ever stupid! It took me forever to figure out why
everyone was laughing at me behind my back!"
Ursula permitted herself a small grin.
"Well, yeah, it was pretty funny. Karla thought that one up too, but she's a
mouse, except when it comes to putting out for the guys. She didn't have the
nerve to do it herself. It's good of you to take it so well."
Heidi nodded amiably.
"It is, isn't it?"
Heidi sat down on the cot next to Ursula, two old schoolchums sharing fond
memories.
"Katja said that you did really well for yourself. You always did have all the
guys panting after you. Katja told me that you're married to this rich, powerful
guy. You have all these fancy clothes, servants, a chauffeur, the works!"
Heidi looked at Ursula wistfully.
"As you can see, I'm a nurse now. My boyfriend's a soldier. He's not rich yet,
but he's doing really well. He's not that old and already he's a captain!"
Ursula spoke encouragingly.
"That's great! Um, I have a big problem. I think that there's been a terrible
mistake."
Heidi looked concerned.
"That's awful! How did you end up here? This is a Medical Experimentation
Facility. You're a human lab rat here. They'll run horrible experiments on you
until one of them kills you. What happened? Katja said that you were doing so
well!"
Ursula explained about the kidnapping, being beaten and stripped naked, the
gang bang, what seemed to be an identity switch. Heidi listened, wide-eyed.
"Wow! Are you ever in terrible trouble!"
Ursula nodded urgently.
"Yes. You must get me out of here! I didn't know that you still saw Katja. I
write her letters sometimes, but we're not very close anymore. Maybe you and
Katja could identify me and get me out of here."
Heidi looked solemn.
"Geez, I afraid that I have some more bad news for you, Ursula."
Ursula looked at Heidi uncertainly.
"What is it?"
"Katja's dead!"
Ursula was shocked.
"That's terrible!"
Heidi nodded and looked very serious indeed.
"She was in this very cell, just before you. My boyfriend's the SS captain that
kidnapped you as he kidnapped poor Katja before you. That lampshade by your bed
is all that remains of poor Katja. Katja was here a long, long time before she
was skinned alive and converted into a lampshade."
Heidi spoke dreamily.
"She always did have nice, creamy smooth skin."
Ursula's jaw dropped. Heidi grinned wickedly and dropped the pretense.
"Welcome to the funhouse, Ursula. You're my bitch now!"
Chapter 5 - Katja
Aside from the soggy adult diaper between her legs, lovely Katja was naked. Her
lips taped tightly shut, she was strapped face-up on the operating table,
waiting to have her fingernails and toenails ripped out for the second time. As
Heidi had cheerfully informed her the first time that they had been agonizingly
ripped from her, they would grow back. They had and it was time to rip them out
again.
The learned Nazi Doctors were studying regrowth patterns. Apparently,
fingernails and toenails don't grow back exactly the same after they are
removed. Alone in the small operating theatre, Katja had a few hours to wait,
strapped down and helpless on the table, until the ever-curious medical men
arrived to make her scream. Her high school buddy Nurse Heidi stepped into the
room to help her pass the time. Heidi was professionaly bright and cheerful.
"Good news! Your friend Ursula's just arrived! She thinks that you've been
skinned alive and turned into a lampshade by her bed."
Heidi laughed merrily.
"Good joke, eh? How come you're not laughing? You guys always used to love a
good practical joke!"
Heidi looked at the soggy adult diaper and adopted a tone of professional
concern.
"How's the diaper rash?"
She lifted the edge of the diaper and looked at the painful rash covering
Katja's bum and swollen genitals.
"Ouch! That must hurt!"
She gave Katja her 'helpful nurse explains' voice.
"You know that I'd like to change your diaper more frequently, but the Doctors
just won't let me! It would interfere with their diaper rash study! Think of the
valuable contribution to science that you're making. Babies everywhere will be
grateful!"
Katja moaned in fear and struggled futilely against the straps as Heidi stepped
out of her white shoes and unbuckled her belt. Heidi laughed teasingly.
"Oh! Don't be such a big baby! You know that having your nails ripped out won't
hurt as much as when I had them remove your teeth!"
Poor Katja now gummed down her food like an old woman. Heidi helpfully spoonfed
Katja gruel at mealtimes as Katja's hands were always restrained to prevent the
desperate woman from removing her diaper, something that seemed a bit of an
obsession these days. As Heidi stepped out of her panties, now naked from the
waist down, Katja's nude torso arched frantically up against the restraining
straps. Katja obviously knew what was coming next. Her big bare tits shook like
jello in an earthquake as Heidi climbed up on the table and straddled her face.
"All work and no play makes Katja a dull girl! It's time to have a bit of fun,
Katja, just like you, Ursula and the rest used to have all that fun at my
expense during our good ole school days. You remember this game. It's one of my
favourites! Maybe Ursula will want to play too!"
She knelt facing Katja's heaving torso, eased her knees under Katja's smooth,
creamy shoulders and trapped Katja's pretty face between her muscular thighs.
She curled her bare feet under the back of Katja's head, cradling it. She sat on
Katja's pretty face and mashed Katja's nose into her slit, cutting off her air.
She grinned ecstatically as Katja smothered between her legs, her hot face
buried in Heidi's juicy muff. Playfully and with the skill of long, pleasurable
experience, she let Katja have little sniffs and snorts of air, just enough to
keep her going, struggling frantically to breath. She spoke reassuringly to her
old playmate gasping between her tightly clenched thighs.
"Don't worry! We have lots of time to play!"
She smiled ecstatically as she came for the first time in Katja's face. She
listened to pretty, squirming Katja snuffling wetly through her love juices. She
humped her wet cunt over Katja's face, giving her a good sniff of her rectum in
the process. There was lots of time before it was time to put her panties back
on and help the Doctors make Katja scream.
Chapter 6 - Staff Meeting
Earlier in the week, the staff at the Medical Experimentation Facility had met
to discuss common problems. That particular session had been led by the
brilliant Dr. Josef Mengele. The new nurse, a saucy-eyed minx, had raised her
hand to speak.
Dr. Mengele acknowledged her and Nurse Ilsa stood to address her fellow medical
professionals. Her deep blue eyes sparkled.
"We're currently spending a lot of our budget on feeding the labrats, our human
guinea pigs."
Dr. Mengele laughed genially. The saucy wench was a witch, definitely a
she-wolf of the SS. He wondered where she was going with this one.
"Are you suggesting we starve them to save money?"
Ilsa chuckled.
"Well, watching them drool hungrily is fun. Actually, I'm suggesting that we
feed them even better than ever!"
She looked at Dr. Mengele solemnly, putting on her 'earnest researcher' face.
"Poor nutrition can skew the experimental results!"
Dr. Mengele arched his eyebrows.
"You're suggesting we spend even more money feeding them?"
The naughty nurse smirked and delivered her punch line.
"I'm suggesting we feed them better than ever for next to nothing!"
Dr. Mengele looked a bit incredulous.
"And how do you suggest we do that, Nurse Ilsa?"
Nurse Ilsa smiled coyly, enjoying herself hugely. The buxom blond loved being
the centre of attention.
"Well, I'll give everybody a little hint. We're right next to the
schlachthaus!"
Dr. Mengele guffawed. The room erupted with squeals of delight and scattered
applause.
"We'll serve them meals fresh from the ovens!"
The schlachthaus (slaughter house) was Ilsa's jovial term for the nearby Death
Camp, a unbelievably huge scale snuff factory that could provide them with more
labrats than they could ever hope to deal with. Dr. Mengele went there regularly
to pick up interesting sets of twins and other rare specimens for his research.
After the hubbub died down, Ilsa outlined her scheme.
"My father was a butcher. I know a good side of beef when I see one! I could
accompany Dr. Mengele over to the schlachthaus a few mornings a week and pick up
some prime roast. We could set up a small abattoir to process the meat. We have
most of what we need for that already. I suggest we concentrate on females. They
have a higher percentage body fat and so the meat is tenderer."
Mugging for the crowd, Ilsa stared hungrily at Hans, a lean, powerfully built
blond orderly.
"Some men are just too chewy!"
Everybody roared. Ilsa got serious.
"Properly prepared, one human body should contain all the nutrition necessary
to maintain another human body. We're right next to a free, unlimited supply."
Nurse Ilsa solemnly put on her 'earnest researcher' face again.
"I suggest that we use the money we save to buy new equipment and expand our
facilities!"
Dr. Mengele led the applause.
Chapter 7 - Slumber Party
It had been a long grueling day. Poor pummeled Ursula was exhausted and
famished. She ate hungrily while Heidi watched.
"This food's the only good thing that's happened to me today. It's delicious!
I've never tasted anything like it!"
Heidi gave a strange smirk at this remark, but Ursula shrugged it off. Heidi
had always been weird and seemed demented these days.
"What is it?"
Heidi smiled pleasantly.
"It's the best nutrition available. As one of Hitler's labrats, you eat nothing
but the best!"
Ursula didn't feel hugely reassured by this remark and looked at the food
dubiously. She shrugged and continued eating hungrily. Heidi nodded at the cot.
"Be sure and get a good night's sleep. I have a very strenous day planned for
you tomorrow, starting bright and early!"
Ursula looked at her grimly.
"Why? What's happening?"
Heidi just laughed.
"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise!"
Heidi left. With nothing to do, completely exhausted and with a well-filled
tummy, Ursula laid down on the cot and pulled the blankets over her. Her mother
had always said to make a bad day stop by going to bed early. This had been the
definitive bad day. She shut her eyes.
It seemed that she had no sooner put her head to the pillow than Heidi was
shaking her awake, speaking to her excitedly.
"Ursula! Ursula! Wake up! You've got visitors!"
She hadn't been asleep very long. Fumbling groggily, still dressed, Ursula
threw off the covers, rolled over on her back and opened her weary eyes.
The first grinning rapist fell on top of her and ripped open her top, sending
the buttons flying. He kneaded her bare tits viciously with strong, calloused
hands. Other eager hands pulled down her pants and underwear. Long bony fingers
were insinuated painfully into her dry fuckhole. She tried feebly to resist, but
was slapped ringingly.
Heidi grinned.
"The boys were just going off shift and wanted to say good-by!"
Chapter 8 - A Stacked Librarian
It was closing time. Karla, the librarian, had just finished hustling the last
of the patrons out. Looking down, hand on the door lock, she spied a pair of
gleaming jackboots.
"Excuse me!"
Karla looked up into the strong, handsome face of the SS captain. He gave her a
friendly smile.
"Are you Karla, the librarian? One of the grey-haired gentlemen who just left
said that you could help me."
Karla nodded, adjusted her glasses and peered at him through the thick lenses.
She loved a man in uniform. She took off her glasses and smiled flirtatiously.
Everything went blurry without her glasses, but she knew that they hid her
pretty face and she wanted desperately to make a good impression. The war had
made eligible men a bit scarce in Karla's life. She looked up at him slyly from
the doorway.
"I'm Karla. What do you want, handsome?"
The captain held up a piece of paper. With a sigh, Karla put her glasses back
on so she could read it. She knew that lots of men fantasized about the mousy
librarian that turns into a raving, uninhibited beauty when she removes her
glasses and frumpy clothing. The dress code at the library was certainly frumpy
enough for poor, frustrated Karla.
"I need to find this issue of The Hitler Youth Magazine about how having
teenagers supervising broken-backed Jews cleaning up the streets builds strong
management skills. It seems a little incredible to me, but I have to give a
speech about it!"
Karla laughed and shook her head.
"It's total nonsense! Supervising cowering sub-humans and supervising a free
person who can quit at any time are very different things surely!"
Karla looked at the handsome captain coyly. She batted her eyelashes at him.
Her thick lenses amplified this rather charmingly.
"I'll bet that a lot of women are your slaves!"
The captain winked cheerfully.
"I'm thinking of making you one of them!"
Karla laughed delightedly.
"Please do! The library is strong on ancient, dusty professors and short on
young, dashing captains!"
He waggled his eyebrows at her hilariously.
"Are The Hitler Youth Magazine back copies kept in a nice quiet place?"
Karla licked her lips brazenly. It had been a long time and Karla wanted some
quite badly.
"They're kept in a very quiet place. Follow me!"
Captain Steiner was gallant.
"Allow me to lock up! It's very gracious of you to help me out after hours with
my stupid speech on the Hitler Youth's ridiculous management program."
Nearsighted Karla failed to notice that although he fumbled with the lock, he
didn't quite lock the door. As he and the horn dog librarian went to the back,
Otto and Hans entered quietly. They locked the door firmly, not wishing to be
disturbed. The deserted library was very quiet.
"The magazines are over there at the back."
The captain started on his way. Karla followed him into the windowless
store-room where the back issues were kept. Captain Steiner turned to face her
and smiled.
"May I ask a favour, fraulein?"
Karla smiled up at the handsome Captain winningly. She didn't hear Hans and
Otto enter quietly behind her, the sound of their boots absorbed by the heavy
carpetting. Karla lewdly ran her tongue over her lips. His eyes twinkling, the
Captain bowed formally.
"What do you want, Captain?"
"May I remove those thick glasses so that I can see your pretty face
unobstructed?"
"Certainly!"
He carefully removed her glasses. The lenses were like the bottom of a beer
stein. Karla peered at him nearsightedly.
"Here, I'll put them on the shelf."
He stroked her cheek gently. Karla shut her eyes and moaned prettily. She
couldn't see much with her eyes open anyway. In things sexual, she believed in
what she called The Braille System For Nearly Blind Fuckers: to fully enjoy a
really good grope, keep your eyes closed.
"Mmmmmm!"
He handed her glasses to Hans, grinning silently behind her. He kissed her
softly. As her tongue muscled aggressively into his mouth, he began unbuttoning
her blouse. She ran her hands down his back, enjoying the stiffness of his
starched uniform and the feel of his lean, muscular body. She squeezed his
buttocks as he peeled off her blouse and gave it to Hans. Hans graciously draped
it over his sleeve.
"Mmmmmm!"
Eyes still closed ecstatically, Karla the shameless librarian unbuttoned his
shirt and he unhooked her bra. Her bare breasts spilled out and her bra was soon
draped over Hans' arm.
Karla scrubbed her erect nipples against the Captain's bare chest, opened her
eyes to small lustful slits, grabbed the back of the Captain's head and snuggled
up close. It occurred to her that the Captain was very knowledgeable about
undressing women as he expertly removed her long skirt, exposing a superb pair
of very sexy legs. She surrendered herself to a man who obviously knew exactly
what he was doing. Karla stepped out of her penny loafers and groaned heavily.
Wearing only kneesocks and panties, Karla rubbed her naked thigh up against the
Captain's bulging crotch. She peeled off her panties and tossed them behind her.
Hans snatched them out of the air and tucked them in his pocket as Karla eagerly
unzipped the Captain.
Otto picked up the broom in the corner. Hans put Karla's clothes on a chair and
winked at his buddy Otto as the Captain encunted a very juicy Karla with his
thick sausage. She wrapped her legs around him, humping greedily. The Captain
gripped her in a bear hug.
Karla frowned slightly as a second pair of hands, not the Captain's, parted her
lily white assglobes. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed into the Captain's
mouth as a third pair of hands rammed a broomstick handle up her ass.
Chapter 9 - Karla's Terrible Accident
In Otto's opinion, the best thing about Jews in Nazi Germany was that you could
just grab a pretty one off the street, bundle her into an SS van and the only
thing her good Aryan neighbors wondered about was why you hadn't done it sooner!
A country that was enthusiastically snuffing some of it's brightest and best
gave guys like Otto a free hand.
Otto, Captain Steiner and the pretty Jewish girl stood next to the black van in
the deserted factory district late at night. From inside the van came the crisp
sound of fists pummeling sensitive female flesh as Hans persuaded Karla to open
her bruised rectum to him. Karla whimpered rythmically as the van started
rocking.
The pretty Jewish girl, her cunt still aching from Otto's less than tender
attentions, stood next to the rocking van, wearing Karla's clothes and not
understanding the conversation at all. Otto and Captain Steiner were having a
meeting of the Ways And Means Committee.
"So what do you think happened here, Captain?"
Captain Steiner nodded at the still smoking bomb crater in the bridge they were
standing on.
"I think that she was walking home when that stray, off-target bomb landed and
it blew her off the bridge."
Otto looked over the railing and smiled.
They each grabbed an arm and a leg and slung the Jewish girl high into the air.
The girl clawed the empty air madly, kicking wildly, pumping out a long, wailing
scream as she plumetted from the bridge. The scream was brutally cut short as
the iron spikes of the wrought iron fence below punched through her torso. Great
gouts of bright red arterial blood blossomed on Karla's blouse where the wicked
spikes had stabbed through.
Otto and the Captain leaned over the railing, watching idly, as the the girl,
still alive, wriggled like a pinned butterfly on the spikes. Otto watched the
kicking, squirming girl appreciatively. He dropped Karla's thick glasses off the
bridge and the Captain tossed Karla's purse. They both landed next to the
bloody, writhing, spiked Jewish girl.
The Ways and Means Committee meeting continued. Otto looked at the captain.
"The body's very close, but what do you think happened to her face?"
The Captain smiled.
"I think that can of garbage there was ignited by flaming debris from the bomb
and burned it beyond recognition."
Next to them the van was still rocking. Poor, ass-reamed Karla sobbed, grunting
with each thrust. Pipe-smoking Hans liked taking his time. There was a ritual to
raping a woman just as there was one to lighting a pipe. Smiling at the lewd,
rude noises emanating from the van, Otto nodded agreeably.
"We'll have to go down and move it under her face then."
They sauntered down. Blood was streaming thickly from the girl's gaping mouth
and nostrils. Otto shook his head as they wrestled the large trash barrel over
next to the still quivering female.
"It's amazing how much punishment some people can take and still be kicking."
"This should do it."
Captain Steiner tossed in a match. The industrial waste blazed fiercely. It
turned out that, properly motivated, the girl could still scream a bit as the
hot flames ate into her face and the thick black smoke engulfed her.
Chapter 10 - Wake-up Call
"Ursula! Ursula! It's morning! Time to wake up!"
Heidi shook Ursula awake. The cell stank of sweat and sex. As the hateful
memories came flooding back, Ursula looked sullenly into Heidi's grinning face.
Heidi had just the thing to perk her up.
"There's nothing like a little exercise to get you going!"
Her eyes widened as Ursula looked past Heidi and took in her visitors. Heidi
gleefully introduced them.
"Ursula, I'd like you to meet the Back Door Boys! They're your wake-up helpers
this morning! Rise and shine, sleepy head!"
A proud, prissy beauty, lovely Ursula hated anal sex. She thought that it was
dirty, unhygienic, painful and degrading. Ironically, these were the very
features that the Back Door Boys loved. Ursula was jerked out of bed and her
delectable body was, once more, stripped for action. Her shapely legs were
gripped by her perfect ankles and spread wide. She squealed like a boiled pig as
her firm, young buttocks were prised apart and her wrinkled, brown shithole was
opened up for business.
Ursula jerked and twitched like a spastic puppet in his strong, brutal grip.
Standing behind her, his arms looped under her shoulders with his fingers
interlaced behind head, the first massive, grunting rapist sodomised her while
Ursula whimpered with each pitiless, painful thrust.
Grunt. Whimper. Grunt. Whimper. Grunt. Whimper. Leaning against the wall
outside the door, Heidi listened in total enchantment to the cornhole duet.
Chapter 11 - Rats!
Heidi was helping out Ilsa with her test subjects. Two naked women were
spread-eagled on their backs, each inside her own high-sided wooden box. Each
had her wrists and ankles tied to the sides of her box. They were both sweating
heavily and writhing frantically. The O rings strapped in place inside their
mouths spread their jaws achingly wide. The younger beauty seemed to be a
tighter, bustier version of the older one. Heidi grinned.
"Let me guess: mother and daughter?"
Ilsa grinned back.
"Even better: it's my stepmother and stepsister!"
Heidi nodded approvingly.
"I can tell that this is going to be a very healing experience for you!"
They both had a good giggle at that, two vicious vixens bonding beautifully.
Ilsa adopted a tone of smarmy affection.
"She likes me to call her mom."
Ilsa grinned down at her stepmother.
"How's it going, mom? Are you ready for the rats yet, mom?"
Heidi looked into one of the large boxes next to her. She looked deeply
impressed.
"Wow! Are there ever a lot of rats in there!"
The two women moaned fearfully as she picked one up by the tail. Ilsa gave her
a friendly caution.
"Be careful, Heidi! Don't get bitten! They're vicious, evil vermin with lots of
sharp, nasty teeth. They've been starved for days."
Naked, helpless and totally exposed in their boxes, Ilsa's stepmother and
stepsister struggled even more violently.
Purely in the interests of science, of course, Heidi wanted to be clear on the
function of this experiment.
"So this is a rat bite experiment because there's lots of rats in the bombed
out ghettos and rat bites are a real problem."
The boxed bitches whimpered pleadingly as Ilsa nodded.
"That's right, so we let them have a really good nibble on our test subjects
here. We'll dump them in. They can't climb the smooth sides. They'll be happy to
chow down on mom and sis. We pour hundreds of rats over each subject and let
them go to work. Afterwards, the Doctors inspect the chewed up remains for bite
marks and feeding patterns."
Ilsa snapped on some rubber gloves and pulled out some extremely stinky cheese.
Heidi wrinkled her nose.
"Phew!"
Ilsa explained.
"I thought that we could make our test subjects a bit more attractive to the
rats."
Heidi looked thoughtful.
"Your stepmother's already a very attractive woman."
Ilsa nodded.
"Yeah, dad used to tell all his friends what a great fuck she was, but
attractive to men and attractive to rats are two different things."
"Very true!"
Quivering rodent noses detected the stinky cheese. The rats began squeaking and
scrabbling excitedly. The two victims whimpered fearfully. Heidi snapped on a
pair of rubber gloves to assist in smearing cheese on the victims. Ilsa smirked
down at her nude, squirming stepsister.
"Hi sis! Do you want to be first?"
The spread-eagled beauty shook her head violently. Ilsa was agreeable.
"OK! If you insist! We'll do mom first!"
Her horrified stepsister was conscience-stricken as Ilsa and Heida began to
smear cheese all over her mother's nude body. She squealed and squirmed futilely
for attention.
"Because that's the way sis wants it, we'll do mom first. Then, after mom's all
chewed up, we'll do sis."
"Sounds like a plan to me!"
Ilsa, an old pro at this, gave a handy tip.
"I'll work some under her toenails and you do her fingernails. Rats love to
nibble on fingers and toes!"
Heidi nodded.
"I guess they're bite size snacks to a rat!"
"Exactly!"
Heidi spread their victim's cuntlips invitingly.
"How about hiding a tasty little treat for our starving furry friends?"
"I like the way you think!"
Ilsa shoved several chunks of stinky cheese up her stepmother's cunt,
ramrodding each piece in as far as possible with her fuckfinger. Thoughtfully,
she crumbled the cheese and tucked lots of crumbs inside her stepmom's pouty
cuntlips. She scrubbed the cheese enthusiastically up the crack of her stepmom's
ass while the poor woman gibbered pathetically.
While Ilsa beavered away, Heidi worked the cheese into her victim's hair,
earholes, eyebrows, eyelashes and face.
"I like the way you have their mouths propped wide open so they can't bite the
rats."
"Actually, I thought that the rats might like a little tongue!"
"Who doesn't?"
The girls had a good snigger over that one. Ilsa inspected the panting,
wild-eyed woman carefully.
"OK! I guess it's time for the rats!"
She and Heidi each picked up a box, turned them upside down and emptied
hundreds of hungry rats right into her stepmother's horrified face. Ilsa had a
bit of daughterly advice.
"Be sure and keep your buttcheeks squeezed tight, mom!"
Heidi and Ilsa watched with gleaming eyes as Ilsa's stepmom strained mightily
to close her legs as the first rat sniffed her crotch excitedly, then began to
nose it's way in.
"Squeeze it tighter, mom! Dad always said that you had a tight, snapping
pussy!"
In the adjacent box, Ilsa's stepsister could see nothing through the high
wooden sides of her box. On the other hand, she could hear plenty: her mother's
shrill, inhumanly high shreiks, the frantic drumming of her mother's heels, the
excited squeaks of the feasting rats, the hard scrabble of rat claws on wood,
the creaking of the wooden box as her mom writhed, jerked and twisted violently
inside it.
It seemed to go on for ever. At last, a familiar face peeked over the side of
her box.
"Your turn, sis!"
A stream of bright yellow urine arched prettily between her spread legs. Ilsa
and Heidi laughed delightedly. Her sweating, squirming body was prepped with
cheese. She squealed frantically as a yummy treat was ramrodded home.
Then came the rats. .
Chapter 12 - Racial Purity
EIN VOLK
EIN REICH
EIN FUHRER
Katrina looked at the patriotic sign on the wall as she waited impatiently in
the reception area. Apparently, her records had been destroyed in a fire at the
record office. Now someone had made some sort of stupid accusation. She had been
summoned to be inspected by an expert to ascertain her racial purity. The buxom,
blue-eyed, blond gymnastic instructor felt very confident of her ability to
absolutely ace any stupid physical exam. The whole thing was ridiculous!
"Hi, Katrina."
Katrina looked up in surprise at the sound of a familiar voice from the past.
"Heidi! I haven't seen you in ages!"
Katrina looked at Heidi's uniform.
"Are you a nurse? Is this where you work?"
Heidi smiled and nodded.
"I'm helping Dr. Bernhard do his racial purity exams today. Imagine meeting you
here! It's been a long time! Remember how you and Ursula put up all those
notices everywhere saying that my father was eager to 'counsel' any teenage boys
who felt any homosexual urges?"
Katrina sniggered at this fond reminder of her good ole days at school.
"Ha! Yeah, that was funny! Were you ever embarassed! Actually, it was Karla's
idea, but when she's not trying to pork some guy, she's a real wimp. She was too
chicken to do anything, so Ursula and I did it."
Heidi looked at Katrina seriously.
"My father got beat up because of those posters. Some of the men in the
neighborhood thought it meant he was a homo looking for some teenage action."
Katrina apologized.
"Gee! That's too bad! We were just trying to embarass you!"
Heidi nodded.
"That's OK. It was a long time ago and it did get me out of the neighborhood
when dad decided to move, after he was beat up for the third time. He lost money
selling the house when he did, but I wasn't happy there, so I guess you did me a
favour!"
Katrina looked at her sympathetically.
"Yeah, we were a bit rough on you. Remember when we threw that stink bomb into
your cubicle while you were sitting on the toilet?"
Heidi laughed ruefully.
"How could I ever forget?"
Katrina chuckled.
"Karla told us how to make it, but was too chicken to do it herself."
Heidi shook her head.
"That Karla! Just full of bright ideas that she was happy to feed to you guys!
Wow!"
Heidi decided it was time to plant a few seeds.
"Not that you'd have any problem, Katrina, but you really wouldn't want to be
labelled Racially Impure, eh?"
Katrina skook her head and laughed crudely.
"That's like being labelled a slaughterhouse pig!"
Heidi nodded in agreement.
"It's a lot worse than that! They're hung, shot, gassed and burnt alive in
ovens! They're even used in medical experiments, sliced open while they're still
alive, infection poured into their wounds!"
A tough, competitive jock, Katrina sniggered cruelly.
"Serves the defective retards right!"
Heidi continued artlessly, doing her best to look innocent on this one.
"Why do you think anyone would say that you weren't a pure member of the Master
Race?"
Katrina, although a tough, crude, enchantingly athletic girl, wasn't exactly
the sharpest tool in the shed. She snorted.
"They say it because they're stupid! If I find out who accused me, I'll report
them and you can have Dr. Bernhard look at them closely! That's after I pound
the shit out of them!"
Pretty Katrina pouted indignantly.
"Do I look less than one hundred percent Aryan?"
"Dr. Bernhard would say that it was protective mimicry."
Katrina was confused.
"Protective mimicry! What's that?"
"Protective mimicry is when one animal mimics a more dangerous animal for it's
own protection, like when a harmless snake has the same colouring as a poisonous
snake. Or those butterflies that have patterns on their wings that look like big
eyes. It makes it seem like a big animal is looking up at a bird that might want
to eat it."
"But I'm a shapely, blue-eyed blond with big tits!"
Heidi looked at her calmly.
"There are blue-eyed blond Jews with big tits. Didn't you know?"
Katrina scowled at her skeptically.
"I don't think so!"
Heidi nodded.
"It's true! Of course, they're not true Aryans. Most of them are just dying
their hair and padding their bras, but there are a few real blonds with big
tits. Dr. Bernhard can detect their genetic inferiority through careful
measurement and testing."
Bluff, hearty Katrina was amazed at what these geniuses could come up with.
"Really?"
Heidi was reassuring.
"The physical exam is quite intimate, but I don't think that you have anything
to worry about! You're tough! You can handle it! "
Katrina nodded assent as Heidi continued.
"To eliminate the crude hair dye mimics, we compare your pubic hair to your
head hair. You'll also have to show the good Doctor that your bra's not padded
with anything but good German mammary."
Katrina was deliberately crass.
"You mean I have to show him my cunt and tits!"
Heidi laughed.
"Exactly! But you were never a shy girl anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem,
eh?"
The two laughed together as Heidi guided Katrina to the examination room.
They met Dr. Bernhard just outside the room. Short, skinny and bald with
extremely thick glasses, Dr. Bernhard didn't look like a premier example of the
Master Race. Heidi thought that this might have something to do with how hard he
was on the good-looking ones. A man who looked like him had to be working
through a lot of childhood rejection. He smiled happily at the sight of Katrina.
"Why, you're perfectly lovely, a wonderful specimen! This shouldn't take long
at all. Just go into the examination room and do as Nurse Heidi says. I'll be
along presently."
Both women, each in her own way, were greatly encouraged by these ambiguous
remarks. Heidi opened the door and ushered Katrina inside. Katrina looked at the
object in the middle of the room in surprise.
"A gynecology table?"
Heidi smiled encouragingly.
"At least it faces away from the door so no one can peek in and see that golden
treasure trove between your legs!"
Katrina laughed and slapped Heidi heartily on the back.
"You're funny!"
Heidi was businesslike.
"Well, you don't have to strip right away. I'll be taking your temperature,
pulse and blood pressure first. I bet Karla would be peeling and clambering
eagerly aboard. For an otherwise shy girl, she sure was shameless about showing
the guys her goodies!"
Katrina giggled as Heidi took her pulse and blood pressure.
"Yeah, I haven't seen her for a while. She was a real hoot!"
Heidi nodded in agreement.
"So imaginative! Remember when she gave you girls a formula for itching
powder?"
Katrina guffawed. Heidi joined in.
"You put some in my bra and panties while I was taking a shower in gym class!"
The two women howled.
"We had lots of fun with itching powder! And toilets!"
Katrine wiped the tears from her eyes.
"How'd you like the graphite and glue on the toilet seat?"
Heidi goggled incredulously.
"That was you? Wow! I never knew! It took me forever to get the black off my
bum! Was it Karla's idea?"
Katrina nodded, speechless with hilarity. She recovered her breath, the fond
memories flooding back.
"What about when you were sitting on the toilet with your skirt and panties
down around your ankles and I reached under the door and jerked them away. I
thought that one up myself!"
They both laughed hard.
"You really made me beg to get them back! You showed my panties to the boys!
They saw them - skidmarks and all! I was completely mortified!"
Katrina guffawed loudly. She clapped Heidi on the back.
"It's nice that you're so good-natured about it!"
Heidi shrugged.
"Well, it was a long time ago and, looking back, it was pretty funny."
Something that has always bothered her came to Heidi while they were being so
open with one another.
"What was with the corn? I never did get that one. Everytime I ate a mouthful
of corn that day in the cafeteria you guys laughed. It didn't really taste that
good. Did you guys do something to it?"
Katrina had the good grace to look a bit embarassed.
"You know how when you eat corn, it goes right through you and when you shit it
out, it looks just the same?"
Heidi stared at her incredulously. Even at this distance in time, her stomach
gave a small lurch.
"My God! Who's shitty corn was I eating?"
Katrina laughed coarsely.
"We all chipped in a bit, even Karla. Such a smart girl, that Karla! We picked
out the corn with tweezers, washed it up, smothered it in butter and heated it
up so Ursula could serve it to you in the cafeteria. She used to help out in the
kitchen, remember?"
Heidi shook her head.
"Wow! You guys were incredible!"
She popped in the thermometer and took Katrina's temperature, dutifully
recording the results on her clipboard. She removed the thermometer and patted
the gynecology table.
"OK, Katrina! It's time to strip and spread 'em so Dr. Bernhard can do his
thing and send you on your way with an incontestable Certificate of Racial
Purity."
Vowing vengeance and shaking her head over the heavy-handed bureaucratic
stupidity of it all, Katrina stepped out of her high heels. She undid her skirt
and folded it neatly over the back of a chair. She peeled off her sweater. She
stood for a moment and stretched, looking delectable in her bra, panties and
stockings. Heidi grinned.
"How could anyone think that a classy chassis like that wasn't German built?
They should call you Mercedes!"
Katrina got up on the table and put her feet in the wide-spread stirrups.
"Put your hands by your sides and try to relax!"
Katrina grinned lewdly up at Heidi.
"I've relaxed many times in this very position!"
While the old school chums laughed merrily, the door opened silently behind
Katrina on well oiled hinges. Katrina suddenly found herself surrounded by men
taping her ankles to the stirrups. Her ample torso was strapped firmly down with
her arms trapped by her sides. She opened her mouth to protest and a strong
spring on a clamp was popped into her mouth. The clamp was released and the
powerful spring opened Katrina's mouth achingly wide, impossible for her to
close against the strong spring. Dr. Bernhard grinned down at her.
"As soon as I saw her, I knew it was a case of protective mimicry. It was very
astute of Nurse Heidi to have spotted such a specimen on the street!"
Heidi smiled modestly, hugely enjoying Katrina's look of pure horror. Dr.
Bernhard saw it too.
"See! The faker knows that she is caught!"
He chuckled smugly at a job well done. He picked up the speculum.
"Of course, on closer inspection, the signs are unmistakeable. She's not really
human! No need to be gentle with such an animal!"
Katrina tried frantically to close her well-spread legs as he rammed the
speculum up her cunt and opened it agonizingly wide so everyone could see in.
Everyone had a good look.
To help in his demonstration of what he termed a 'classic case', Dr. Bernhard
positioned a bright light so that Katrina's painfully wide-stretched vaginal
orifice was fully illuminated. Looking desperately down between her legs, trying
frantically to see what was happening, the bright light blinded Katrina
completely. Standing behind it, the Doctors could see everything. Dr. Bernhard
inserted a long tenaculum to pinch and pull her in excruciatingly intimate
anguish, pinching brutally on various 'defects' in her internal genital
construction, twisting and turning them agonizingly so everyone could see.
Katrina hummed in unbelievable pain for a long time. Dr. Bernhard at last
relented and spoke jovially to his eminent colleagues.
"You're probably wondering how Nurse Heidi could spot her walking along the
street if the sure clues are all between her legs."
The Doctors laughed genially. Dr. Bernhard smiled warmly at Heidi who blushed
modestly.
"Would you care to explain, Heidi?"
She really didn't have a clue, but this was no problem for an old hand like
Heidi.
"You're the expert! You tell!"
Dr. Bernhard was gratified.
"Women have an incredible eye for detail, especially when they're sizing each
other up while being introduced. It was the teeth, wasn't it, Heidi?"
Heidi nodded, looking at Katrina's propped open mouth. She had a feeling that
this was going to be good. Dr. Bernhard opened a door next to the gynecology
table and pulled out a dental drill. This, of course, was not one of your modern
high speed, comparatively painless dental drills. This was one of those fine,
old fashioned slow speed drills. Heidi picked up a water glass and positioned
herself to assist.
Dr. Bernhard peeled back Katrina's lips.
"You can see the flawed structure, but to really see it in depth you have to
dig in and see the interior of the tooth."
Katrina's screams blended beautifully with the whine of the old fashioned
dental drill slowly grinding down her tooth. Between her legs, a bright yellow
arc of urine spurted into the perfectly positioned glass held by Heidi. The
Doctors applauded.
"Well done, Nurse!"
Heidi curtsied.
"It's important for a Nurse to have a good rapport with her patient!"
When the drill bit into the nerve, Katrina fainted. When she came to, the
Doctors were gone. Heidi swirled her urine in the glass suggestively.
"Time to rinse and spit, Katrina!"
She pinched Katrina's nose and poured the piss down her throat.
Chapter 13 - School Reunion: A Lesson In Respect
Stark naked, hands bound behind her, Karla was escorted into the room by the
ever-helpful Hans and Otto. Karla, a very imaginative young lady, could not
imagine how a row of nooses arranged over a beam could be good news.
It wasn't.
Otto fitted a noose round her neck and pulled it upwards via a pulley in the
ceiling. Standing behind her, Hans slipped a hand between her legs and, cupping
her cunt warmly, lifted upwards encouragingly. Emitting a small squeal, Karla
stepped quickly up onto the narrow beam. Otto cleated the rope so that there was
no slack.
"Say a word until you're given permission and you start your dancing lesson
immediately!"
Karla was silent as a graveyard at midnight.
One by one, Katrina, Ursula and Katja were escorted in, fitted with nooses by
Otto, felt Hans' warmly supportive hand on their slits lifting upwards and
stepped up quickly onto the beam.
Heidi entered the room smiling brightly and began to explain things.
"The beam that you're standing on can be raised or lowered by an electric motor
to which I have the control. Now...."
"BITCH!!!"
Tough Katrina spat out the word defiantly, glaring mulishly at Heidi. The
others stared at Katrina in pure horror. Heidi shrugged.
"In that case, we move straight to the practical demonstration."
She pressed a button and the beam lowered. Ursula screeched hysterically before
the tightening noose shut off her air.
"Katrina! You're a butt-stupid cunt!"
After that, no further comments were possible. The noose ropes thrummed as the
adrenaline charged beauties kicked and jerked with manic energy. Overhead, the
pulleys creaked as long, lovely legs scissored violently, a row of track stars
racing flat out to nowhere.
Their blood-pressure skyrocketted as their hearts pounded in their heaving
chests. Blood bloated their pretty faces, which lack of oxygen turned cyanotic
blue. Vessels burst in their bulging eyes, reddening the whites. Blood trickled
from their noses and ears as more blood vessels popped. Their tongues protruded
from the painful cinching of the noose.
Gaping mouths screamed silently for air. Bare tits bounced and bouncing
buttocks dimpled as they danced a frenetic mid-air polka. Heidi pressed the
button to raise the beam.
Questing toes eagerly clawed the rising beam for support. Heidi let them suck
great gasps of air into their burning lungs for a while before resuming.
"We've heard Ursula's opinion of Katrina. Karla?"
Karla croaked hoarsely, but decisively.
"She's a fuckhead!"
"Katja?"
Katja's scathing voice had been roughened by the noose too.
"She couldn't find her cunt with both hands!"
Katrina, her voice raw with emotion and contempt, spat out her defiance.
"You stupid cunts, it doesn't matter what you say, she's still a bitch and
she's going to fry us all."
Heidi shook her head as she pressed the button and the beam began to descend.
"Katrina's making it hard on all of you! You all suffer until she learns
respect."
Katrina whined petulantly as the nooses cinched ever tighter.
"It's not fair! Punish me, not them! I'm ..."
The dangling row of purple faced beauties kicked like a demented chorus line.
Heidi breathed deeply, inhaling the savage odour of sweat and urine as
weakened, near-death bladders released. She raised the beam once more. They
stood, gasping stertorously, bare breasts heaving, naked thighs quaking
tremulously, slick with sweat, hair plastered to their skulls, exhausted by
their all out, frantic struggles.
"Do you want to apologize to me, Katrina?"
The others stared at Katrina in bone deep dread. Looking around at the
anguished faces of her tortured friends, tortured because of her, Katrina felt
profound shame. She caved in, a beaten bitch at last.
"I'm sorry."
Heidi smiled happily. She picked up a pair of pliers.
"Do you want to atone, Katrina? Or do you think that everyone should atone?"
Katrina breathed deeply.
"I'll atone."
Her friends had suffered enough.
"Spread your legs wide, Katrina."
Katrina spread them wide, an experienced gymnast balancing on the beam easily.
"I want you to beg me to squeeze your clit hard with the pliers."
Katrina took another deep breath.
"Please! Squeeze my clit with the pliers! I deserve it!"
Katrina shuddered as Heidi peeled back the hood of flesh and the cold jaws
gripped her clit. She braced herself.
Heidi squeezed cruelly. Legs spread wide, Katrina tried to keep quiet and
suffer in a dignified silence.
Heidi pulled and jerked viciously. Dignified silence was not an option. Katrina
sobbed.
Gratified, but wanting more, Heidi moved it up a notch. She crushed the pliers
brutally using both hands, pulling and twisting savagely. Katrina began to
scream.
Chapter 14 - Showtime!
The audience was waiting expectantly. Mistress Elke was famous for sweating her
bitches hard before the final snuff.
Captain Steiner's bosom buddy, Nurse Heidi Schumacher, rested her hand on the
Captain's crotch. She massaged his erection playfully. Her own cunt was nice and
wet. She looked lewdly at her man.
"Ready for some fun?"
They sniggered happily, two perverts deeply in lust.
Next to them, Hans was lighting up his pipe. The pretty, well-groped whore
beside him, his 'date' for the evening, looked at him with all the enchantment
she could muster. She understood completely the importance of giving out
freebies to the SS.
On their other side, Otto had his hands inside his gasping date's panties. His
'date' was a pretty Jew girl deathly afraid of being found out. Otto put his
fearful fucktoy through her paces. He pinched her cuntlips and insinuated a
finger into her tight little fuckhole. She squirmed, a big shit-eating grin on
her lovely face, foolishly eager to please.
Mistress Elke paraded her two young snufftoys onto the stage. The audience
drank in the fresh meat and applauded appreciatively. As instructed, Eva and
Lisl did their very best to look prim, proper and delectable. Everyone loves
watching a pair of haughty beauties fucked over thoroughly.
The two young actresses had their memberships in the Master Race permanently
revoked when they mounted a hilarious send-up of Adolf Hitler at what was
supposed to be a very private party. Rival actresses gleefully mentioned the
send up as they spread their legs for high ranking Nazi 'sponsors' later that
evening.
Good news travels fast. Nasty news flies. Everyone had quickly lined up for the
privilege of carving the snot out of the foolish young actresses. They had been
raped over thoroughly by teams of drooling perverts. Now it was Mistress Elke's
turn. She smirked at the audience.
"Eva and Lisl are the contestants in tonight's charming little competition! The
loser gets to take part in Dr. Sleissmann's delightful experiments in how much
can be amputated from a woman and still allow her to live. We're not just
talking about losing fingers and toes here. We're talking the surgical
amputation of slim arms and shapely legs, firm young buttocks, having those baby
blue eyeballs scooped out, losing those pretty ears, lovely noses and pouty
lips, having those pearly-white teeth yanked out and having that wet, pink
tongue sliced off. Need I mention tits and clits?"
The audience chuckled coarsely. Not having been told about this, Eva and Lisl
were wide-eyed. Mistress Elke continued smoothly.
"Our two contestants have seen Dr. Sleissmann's ghastly test subjects
groaning away hideously in their small little boxes. The winner, of course, gets
to be the control subject, the one who doesn't get chopped up, but is kept
around for comparison purposes. It's wonderful motivation, isn't it girls?"
Eva and Lisl nodded nervously and replied in unison.
"Yes, Mistress Elke!"
Mistress Elke lifted Eva's chin with her riding crop.
"This is Eva, an airhead actress who really knows how to get down on her knees
and fill her stomach with cum. How many dicks have you sucked in the last week,
Eva?"
"A lot! I don't know the exact number."
"More than one hundred?"
"A lot more!"
The audience guffawed. Mistress Elke shook her head. The riding crop lifted
Lisl's chin.
"This is Lisl, another airhead actress. How many men have you fucked in the
last week, Lisl?"
Lisl licked her lips nervously.
"Uh, I don't know. A lot!"
MIstress Elke snorted.
"I guess that, when the brains were being handed out, they were busy getting
tits."
The audience chuckled.
"OK, girls, enough chitchat. It's time for action! The first part of the
contest deals with physical attributes: how Eva and Lisl measure up. Talking of
tits, lets start by seeing who has the biggest ones. Ladies, and I use the term
very loosely, take off your tops and show the audience what you have to offer!"
Decent, respectable young women would have hesitated when given such an order.
To a pretty young actress who has been taught to gobble dick kneeling nude with
a strangling wire wrapped tight around her throat, showing everyone the goodies
was easy.
Eva and Lisl peeled off their silk blouses and shamelessly uncupped monster
melons. Playfully, they bounced them for the crowd, like the well-trained fuck
sluts they had become. Mistress Elke had a tip for her two slaughterhouse lambs.
"It helps if your nipples are erect when measured."
Eva and Lisl pulled up hard on their big melons, stuck their nipples, into
their mouths and licked and sucked them erect. The audience gave them a big
round of applause for this lewd little trick.
"Put your hands behind your head and take a deep breath, contestants!"
Elke wrapped the measuring tape around the erect, moist nipples. She read off
the measurements while Eva and Lisl arched their backs and tried to inflate
their bare chests as much as possible.
"Lisl wins!"
There was ironic applause. Mistress Elke continued smoothly.
"Let's see which of our two young airheads is deepest. Bend over and pull down
your panties, fuckmeat."
Wiggling their heinies playfully, they pulled down their panties and bared
their bums. They bent over, legs spread, everything on display. Mistress Elke
picked up a thick, ribbed dildo with numbers down the side.
"Let's insert the dipstick and see who can handle the big boys best!"
Eva jerked violently and gasped as the dipstick was rammed in. Her tits bounced
hard as Mistress Elke jammed the raspy, unlubricated dipstick up her cunt as far
as it would go. She read off the measurement and jerked it out.
Although braced for it, lovely Lisl still jerked and bounced her tits hard when
the dipstick was rammed home, twisted cruelly and jerked out.
"Lisl wins again!"
The two young actresses stood, faces flushed, hands clamped over burning cunts.
Mistress Elke looked critically at Eva.
"You don't seem to be measuring up, Eva. You want to be chopped up and put in a
box, honey?"
Lovely Eva looked very worried indeed.
"No, Mistress Elke!"
Mistress Elke smiled indulgently as she produced the fuckometer, a long, thick
rod with a pressure gauge on the end.
"Well, let's see if you're a tightie. Maybe because it's smaller, it's tighter,
eh Eva? Bend over and spread 'em, sweetmeat."
Eva bent over, reached between her legs and spread her cuntlips wide. She
groaned as Mistress Elke plunged another triumph of German technology deep
inside her.
"Now let go of your lips and squeeze the rod as tightly as possible with your
cunt. The meter on the end will register how much fuckforce you generate."
Elke read off the measurement. She turned to Lisl.
"Your turn, fuckmeat."
Lisl bent over and spread 'em. She grunted as the fuckometer was rammed home.
She clamped down hard.
"Lisl wins again!"
Mistress Elke put her arm around Eva's shoulders, a coach advising a competitor
who was going to have to dig deep to come from behind.
"It doesn't look good, Eva. Let's see you put in a real effort for this next
one. Bend over and grab your ankles, ladies!"
Two oversize water bags hooked high on either side of a pole on wheels were
rolled onto the stage. The tubes connected to the greased enema probes made
their purpose clear. The audience applauded wildly. Mistress Elke grinned.
"We're going to give your fuckholes a break, ladies."
She turned to the audience.
"Is everyone in the mood for a squirting contest?"
The crowd of perverts roared their approval. Eva and Lisl's minority opinion
was buried completely. Mistress Elke sniggered.
"Need I explain? We load our two contestants until their guts are bursting,
unplug them and whoever squirts the farthest wins."
Eva and Lisl grunted as the probes were rammed crudely up their shitholes.
Their baby blues bulged. Every vein and artery stood out, pulsing violently, on
their brick red faces as the clips were removed from the tubes and the warm,
soapy water filled their bowels achingly full. They sobbed shamelessly, bare
tits aquiver, as their intestines ballooned, straining painfully to contain the
load. Mistress Elke eyed her two quivering pets.
"Are you ready, ladies?"
They nodded in unison, their bulging bellies cramping agonizingly. Mistress
Elke waited a few moments, looking thoughtful, while her two bursting beauties
quivered like an overburdened dam about to rupture. She wanted to be absolutely
sure. She made her voice warmly sympathetic, filled with deep concern.
"Are you certain that you don't want a little more, Eva? It might make all the
difference."
Poor palpitating Eva had immense difficulty framing a coherent verbal response.
She gave up trying and shook her head violently. Mistress Elke shrugged.
"You can't say I didn't give you every chance."
She paused dramatically, then turned to the handlers.
"Unplug them, gentleman!"
They were unplugged and promptly unloaded, spraying two gigantic blasts of
shitwater in long brown arcs across the stage. They stumbled ahead, rocketted
forward by the mighty brown blasts spraying from between their buttcheeks. Pale
faced and sweating, Eva and Lisl dropped to their knees, doubled over and
clutched cramped bellies. The crowd groaned as the stench filled the room. As
the good German ventilation system cleared the air and her nude team of
fear-trained bitches in high heels swabbed the stage, Mistress Elke announced
the bad news.
"Lisl wins again!"
She shook her head in disappointment.
"Eva, you should have taken that little bit extra!"
The two shit-stained beauties had towels thrown in their fearful, tearful
faces.
"Wipe yourselves!"
Again, Mistress Elke put her arm around Eva's shoulders, once more a coach
advising a competitor who was going to have to dig very deep indeed to come from
behind.
"Can you handle pain?"
To poor quaking Eva, it seemed that her radio was permanently tuned to the bad
news channel. Reflecting her rapidly mounting hysteria, her voice squeaked a bit
as she replied.
"If I lose, I get sliced and diced until there's hardly anything left except
the pain."
She swallowed hard and spoke words that warmed Mistress Elke's crotch.
"I'll do whatever it takes! What did you have in mind?"
Mistress Elke spoke expansively, mugging a bit for the audience.
"Well, so far it seems that Lisl is the better fuck in every way: bigger tits,
can handle the big ones, has a real nice squeeze down where it counts and is
really impressive at shooting the shit."
The audience laughed coarsely. Eva gave a small fearful nod, staring wide-eyed
at Mistress Elke like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. The audience loved it.
"Of course, there's always the intelligence test..."
Marginally brighter than her fuckslut companion, Eva looked hopeful as the
audience shouted suggestions.
"Ask her if any fries come with that shake!"
"Ask her if she can figure out how many tits she has, WITHOUT looking down!"
"How many whores does it take to screw a lightbulb?"
Eva's face fell as a smirking Mistress Elke let her down.
"Unfortunately, you both flunked the intelligence test just by being here."
What Mistress Elke really loved about pretty little Eva was that she was a
tough little bitch, not bright, but physically tough. Poor Eva had one other
trait Mistress Elke loved: a very high threshold of pain. Mistress Elke smiled
indulgently.
"But seriously, Eva, I'm going to give you a chance to catch up to Lisl. Do you
want it or should we invite Dr. Sleissmann up right now?"
Eva licked her lips nervously. She glanced down and saw Dr. Sleissman grinning
up from the audience.
"I'll do it!"
Mistress Elke was solicitous.
"Are your sure? This is really going to hurt!"
Her pretty face glistened in the bright lights. Eva nodded.
Mistress Elke gestured to the handlers. Eva swallowed hard as she saw the
branding irons wheeled out on a stainless steel cart, heating over a brazier.
They had obviously been heating for some time. The branding irons glowed red
over the hot coals.
"Bend over and grab your ankles, Eva! I'm going to make your bare bum sizzle!"
Ashen faced and trembling, Eva bent over. Her tight buns dimpled prettily.
Mistress Elke picked up a bottle of barbecue sauce and a basting brush from the
cart. She dipped the brush in the sauce and began to baste Eva's silky smooth,
nicely rounded buttocks.
"I like my meat well done and suitably seasoned."
She put on an oven mitt and picked up a glowing iron.
"My challenge to you Eva is to accept being branded once on each buttock. Don't
move and don't make a sound. If you make even the smallest squeak, it will all
be for nothing. Understand?"
Eva bit her lip and nodded.
"Yes, Mistress Elke!"
Without further ado, Mistress Elke pressed the glowing iron firmly against
Eva's left bun and held it there. The cooking meat sizzled and spit. The sweet
fragrance of the tangy barbecue sauce filled the air. Eva's baby blues bulged.
Her face contorted in a hideous rictus of agony. She bit her lips so hard that
blood dripped onto the floor. Urine trickled down the inside of her trembling
thighs. After the iron had burned it's message deep into Eva's left cheek,
Mistress Elke withdrew the iron and put it back over the brazier. The words BEAT
ME were visible from the back of the house on her red swollen buttock.
Mistress Elke was encouraging.
"Very well done, Eva! Let's fry the other one."
Once more, the sound and smell of sizzling meat filled the air. Naked thighs
quaking, every artery in her beet red face pulsing hard, Eva breathed in great
gulps of air, her bloody bitten lips trembling. Tough and dumb, the young bimbo
didn't emit a sound. The words RAPE ME burned on her other cheek.
Mistress Elke was smug.
"I knew you had it in you, Eva."
She turned to the audience as two stainless steel tables were wheeled out.
"Now, for the final event, we'll strap our two hard-humping whores face up on
the table."
She turned expectantly to her two trembling dumb bunnies.
"Up you go, ladies. Don't be shy!"
Her thoroughly cowed victims crawled up onto the tables and were instantly
strapped down spread-eagled. Stupid Eva even looked grateful as the cold metal
soothed her burning buns. Mistress Elke smiled happily and looked down at Dr.
Sleissmann in the audience.
"It's a tie so, once again, we have no winners! Come up and claim your prizes
Dr. Sleissmann!"
Eva and Lisl began struggling frantically, but it was way too late. Dr.
Sleissman loved working on blonds. They reminded him of some snotty little
bitches he had known at university.
The surgical implements were uncovered and Dr. Sleissmann began demonstrating
his art on his two screaming patients, ably assisted by Nurse Ilsa. He started
with the smaller amputations: ears, eyelids, nipples and clit. Eva and Lisl
shreiked dementedly as the bloody gobbets of flesh were excised from their taut
straining young bodies. Their pretty little fingers and dainty little toes were
next. Their big breasts and pouty cuntlips followed, Nurse Ilsa administering
the drugs to keep them fully awake, skilfully reviving them when the drugs
failed.
Once their pretty blue eyeballs had been scooped out, they no longer looked
human. Working like the highly skilled butcher that he was, Dr. Sleissman
removed their slim arms and shapely legs, cutting at the shoulder and hips
joints, quickly tying off the arteries to prevent any bleedout. He carved off
their buttocks and set them aside to be served at the meal afterwards. There
would be a yummy, well cooked slice of female flesh for everyone.
He went to work on their pretty faces. It was simply a matter of removing their
teeth, lips, noses and tongues. After that, they were fitted into their small
little boxes, still living morsels of flesh.
Dr. Sleissmann bowed to thunderous applause.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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over. Her tight buns dimpled prettily.
Mistress
