Nazi Nurse

Part 3

Nazi Nurse - Part 3

by Llabmik

	Chapter 22 - Hitler's School For Girls

	Karin, a slim, dark haired beauty, whispered to the other bad girls.

	"It's time to break in the new girl. The prissy little snot thinks her
shit don't smell. Hanna's a real little smartypants who sucks up to the teachers
giving the correct answers in a look-at-me-I'm-a-perfect-goody-two-shoes voice.
She makes the rest of us look like lazy sluts."

	Britt was honest.

	"Well, actually, we ARE lazy sluts!"

	The bad girls had a real teenage gigglesnort over that. Karin resumed.

	"Well, us lazy sluts can easily bring overachieving Hanna down into the
toilet 'cause we're MEAN lazy sluts. Why work hard? All you have to do is fuck
up the competition! Let's give smartass Hanna the trauma handicap! It's hard to
be little Miss Perfect when you're being fucked over thoroughly whenever the
teachers aren't looking!"

	The gang of mean, lazy, schoolgirl sluts sniggered appreciatively as
Karin suggested the ambush. Britt came up with some delightfully nasty
refinements to the trauma handicap.

	It was quiet in the girl's washroom as Karin stealthily pushed on the
door and held it open for the rest as they snuck in on tiptoe. She silently
eased the door shut.

	Karin winked at Marisa as they crept up on the cubicle. They could see
Hanna's white cotton underpants down around her slim ankles as she perched on
the toilet. Karin put her hand over her mouth and mimed a snigger as the
creeping girls heard a grunt followed by the plop of a turd.

	Karin kicked open the door, knowing it had a weak catch. It swung back
hard, hitting Hanna a glancing blow in the head. Hanna, who had been bent
forward, red-faced and straining, sat back abruptly, stunned. Karin stood,
straddling Hanna as she sat on the toilet. Hanna gaped up at her
uncomprehendingly. Karin cupped the back of Hanna's head with  her left hand and
jerked her towards her, so that Hanna was was coming forward and leaning into it
as Karin punched her hard in the diaphragm.

	"Oomph!"

	Hanna grunted, gasping from the blow as Karin dropped onto her lap. Her
legs jerked up reflexively and Marisa yanked away Hanna's white cotton
underpants.

	The other girls pulled off Hanna's shoes and kneesocks, playing
basketball as they tossed them into the adjoining toilet bowl. They landed with
wet plops in the toilet water. Britt shamelessly squatted down and peed on top
of them. A naughty, nasty girl who seldom wore underwear, Britt loved the dirty
stuff.

	As Hanna gasped for breath, Karin horked a bit in the back of her
throat, cupped Hanna's gaping face in her hands to steady it and then spat a
thick plegmwad between Hanna's parted lips. It went straight to the back of
Hanna's throat. Hanna gagged as she sucked it into her windpipe, coughing and
choking helplessly.

	She was jerked to her feet, twisted around and forced to her knees in
the next cubicle, facing the toilet with her shoes and socks submerged in the
piss water. Hanna cried out as Britt pulled up her skirt and wormed a finger up
her asshole. She pulled it out, covered in brown and held it up to Hanna's face.

	"Drink from the toilet, Hanna or I'll stick this finger up your cunt and
you'll get a disgusting disease!"

	They forced Hanna's face into the toilet, her nose an inch from the
water. Britt supervised.

	"Lick it up like a dog, Hanna! Stick out your tongue and lick it or
you'll get shit deep in your cunt. Try explaining that to your parents and a
male doctor!"

	Crying hard, Hanna reluctantly stuck out her tongue and licked. She
shreiked hysterically as she felt a finger in her cunt. She jerked up
frantically in time to see a grinning Karin removing her finger. Britt and the
girls laughed.

	"Next time, it's for real!" 		 	Karin held Hanna's white
cotton underpants pinched between her fingers while Britt wiped her shitfinger
off in them. She dropped them into the toilet along with Hanna's turd and
flushed. Turd and underpants disappeared in a swirl of brown and yellow.

	"If you complain about this to anyone, I'll lift your skirt in the
hallway, so everyone can see your bare bum! Oh, especially, don't bother
complaining to the headmistress. She's my mom!"

	Marisa loved turning a winner into a loser.

	"Oh, and next time that you give a correct answer in class, you get
worse!"

	Britt grinned, amplifying on this key point.

	"I know! I know! Being forced to slurp up pissy toilet water is bad and
you're wondering what could be worse?"

	Britt squatted down, smirking evilly, black eyes gleaming wickedly. She
hissed the words straight into Hanna's dripping face.

	"Have you ever eaten a turd as it's coming out of someone's asshole,
Hanna? Have you ever licked menstrual blood from a bleeding slut's cunt? Have
you ever gone for a swim in a sewer filled with rats?"

	The other girls sniggered. Even for a bad girl, black haired Britt was
one mean teenage bitch.

	"One more right answer in class, smartypants, and we're taking you on a
picnic at the sewer works when I have my period! If you think I'm bad now, I'm
really nasty when the red tide rolls in!"

	They giggled wickedly and pranced out, leaving a sobbing Hanna to fish
her shoes and kneesocks out of the reeking yellow water.

	

	Chapter 23 - Nazi Therapy

	"Hanna, I can fix it! Trust me! I can make it right!"

	Hanna was teenage sceptical. She arched an eyebrow and folded her arms
across her chest defiantly.

	"Yeah? You don't even know what's really going on!"

	It was Nurse Heidi's turn to be sceptical. She arched an eyebrow and
mimicked Hanna's manner.

	"Bets?"

	Hanna giggled and then cried. Heidi cuddled her gently.

	"Are the other girls picking on you at school?"

	Hanna raised a tear-stained face, staring up in wonder at her favourite
aunt.

	"How did you know?"

	"I know all the symptoms! It happened to me when I was in school, the
same stupid school you attend. Is Romy still the headmistress?"

	Hanna nodded and told her everything. She turned her pretty face to her
understanding aunt.

	"What did you do about it?"

	"Well, it took me a few years, but..."

	Hanna's pretty face crumpled in dismay.

	"A few years!!"

	Heidi cupped Hanna's tearstained face affectionately.

	"...but, now that I know what to do, it'll only take a day to make your
problems vanish like smoke up a chimney! You've told me almost everything l need
to know. Just tell me their names and I'll fix their wagons forever!"

	Hanna's face fell despondently.

	"Karin, the leader, is headmistress Romy's daughter! Other people have
complained, but stupid old Romy does nothing!"

	She looked at her aunt Heidi hopelessly.

	"That makes it impossible, doesn't it?"

	The Nazi Nurse tousled her favourite niece's hair affectionately.

	"Actually, Hanna, you've just made my day!"

			

	Chapter 24 - Hostile Takeover

	The school secretary, a statuesque, blue-eyed beauty whose long blond
hair flowed down to her callipygous buttocks, stared wide-eyed as Captain
Steiner and his SS troupers swept into the outer office.

	"May I help you?"

	"We're here to see the headmistress. Is she in?"

	Helga nodded and picked up the phone to announce them. Captain Steiner's
massive mitt closed over her small hand. He jerked the headset from her dainty
fingers and jammed it back onto the cradle. He spoke firmly.

	"Your job is to make sure that we are not interrupted. Headmistress Romy
is taking a one-way trip to SS headquarters. If you allow anyone to interrupt us
or give us any trouble, you join her! Understand?"

	Helga swallowed and nodded quickly.

	"Absolutely! No interruptions! What did she do?"

	Captain Steiner stared hard at her. Helga gulped.

	"Right! It's none of my business!"

	Captain Steiner glanced down at the nameplate on Helga's desk.

	"Heinrich! Horst! Assist young Helga in seeing that we are not
disturbed."

	Heinrich and Horst eyed young Helga speculatively as Captain Steiner,
Hans, Otto and their lusty colleagues powered into Romy's office and slammed the
door shut behind them. Helga glanced up at Heinrich and Horst coyly, thinking
that they looked very dashing in their SS uniforms and gleaming jackboots. She
started as she heard the crashing sounds of a desktop being cleared for action
and headmistress Romy protesting indignantly.

	"Do you like soldiers, Helga?"

	Helga looked at Heinrich nervously. She did her very best to be
ingratiating as, from inside the office, Romy's outraged squawkings were stopped
abruptly by the crisp sound of a male fist on female flesh. This was followed by
the hard, staccato cracks of a haughty bitch being slapped into submission,
followed by small, pathetic sobs and whimpers.

	"I, uh, like soldiers a lot, Heinrich! You don't mind if I call you
Heinrich, do you?"

	"Not at all! Stand up, Helga. Let's get a good look at you!"

	Very anxious indeed, Helga remained frozen in place as the sound of
tearing clothing emerged from the inner office. Horst propped a chair against
the outside door so that he and Heinrich could enjoy some quality time with
young Helga undisturbed.

	"Helga! I told you to stand. Are you defying the SS?"

	"No, sir! I love the SS!"

	Helga quickly stood. Heinrich insolently hooked his finger in the V of
her blouse and under the strap that joined the two large cups of her bra. He
arrogantly pulled her towards him as the sharp gasps and desperate pleadings of
a stripped female having her naked tits squeezed and her exposed privates groped
while spread-eagled on a desktop emerged from the headmistress's office.

	"Do you understand the importance of full, eager-to-please
co-operation?"

	Helga nodded nervously as the shrill squeals of a once-proud
headmistress unwillingly opening her fuckhole to the first rock hard rapist
emerged from Romy's office. While he unbuttoned her blouse, Heinrich stared
searingly into Helga's scared-rabbit eyes.

	"Eager-to-please is important, Helga! We don't want you lying there like
a dead nun. We want action. Understand?"

	Helga nodded. She only had one teensy-weensy little question.

	"If I'm good enough, I have no problems with the SS. Right?"

	Heinrich grinned at Horst.

	"I think our little love-muffin understands perfectly! Let's see what
she has to offer a hard working soldier!"

	Heinrich and Horst helped Helga out of her blouse and bra while Romy's
desk squeaked rhythmically in the next room. Helga's big breasts, capped by
cherry red nipples, tumbling generously out of her bra cups, proved satisfactory
as Horst, standing behind her, reached around. He squeezed and fondled her twin
soft pillows enthusiastically. Helga, anxious to make a good impression, arched
her back, thrusting her boobs into his groping fingers, wriggling them
seductively in his grasp.

 	Heinrich, in front, slipped his tongue between her parted lips and
tested the quality of her tongue-work. Fortunately, Helga had spent some serious
time studying for this oral examination with several demanding ex-boyfriends.
She seemed to attract the demanding ones for some reason. Today was no
exception.

	She swapped spit with Heinrich, rubbing her erect nipples against his
chest while Horst pulled her skirt up and her panties down. Without losing
tongue contact, she stepped out of her panties and unzipped Heinrich. From
inside Romy's office emerged the sound of a raped female being flipped over,
followed by horrified, deeply shocked protests as invasive fingers greased a
virgin asshole for some hard-humping anal action.

	Helga's eyes opened wide as her smooth white buttocks were parted and
Horst's greased sausage smoothly parted her rectal ring. She grunted as Heinrich
dropped his drawers and his dripping member slipped between her barely
lubricated cuntlips. She retained the presence of mind to moan prettily and keep
up the tongue-work while her hands reached behind her and gripped Horst's
muscular thrusting buns. Helga had never been sandwiched before and it took a
few moments for her to find the correct rhythm but, since a lot was riding on
this, she soon found the way. Heinrich and Horst pumped enthusiastically while
Romy's desk began squeaking rhythmically once more. From the inner office there
emerged the gagging sound of a sodomised headmistress being fed a dripping dick
and encouraged to suck and lick. Headmistress indeed!

	Shortly afterwards, Heinrich and Horst both unloaded inside a sweating,
bouncing Helga. Helga wiped herself clean with some paper towels and got dressed
again.

	The threesome shared a leisurely cigarette in the outer office as they
listened to the sounds of a raped headmistress struggling to choke down a big
load of bull gravy while the desk continued to squeak rhythmically. Helga nodded
approvingly while she listened with her new found friends.

	"She has no control over the staff or the students! A poor leader! Her
daughter, Karin, is an undisciplined horror! She needed to be replaced anyway!"


	Chapter 25 - Discipline

	Karin and the others who had participated in Hanna's bathroom
humiliation waited, sitting in a row on the bench outside the office, anxiously
waiting to meet the new headmistress under Helga's reproving eye. Karin had been
shocked to find out during the morning announcements that her mother no longer
ran the place. She wondered anxiously what had happened. The new headmistress,
someone named Elke Einehorne apparently, had summoned the mischief makers
immediately after the morning announcements.

	An efficient secretary, Helga organised them on the bench.

	"Mistress Elke is seeing you first, Marisa, so you sit at this end.
Karin, you're last, so you sit on the opposite end."

	With true Germanic attention to detail, Helga arranged them in the order
in which they were to be summoned. The phone rang, Helga spoke briefly and
nodded at Marisa.

	"Go right in, Marisa."

	Marisa, a buxom beauty with her corn-yellow hair braided in pigtails,
got up nervously and entered the office. Headmistress Elke was a solidly built,
athletic woman who played tennis avidly in her spare time. She lasered a brisk,
no-nonsense stare at Marisa.

	"You've been a naughty girl, Marisa! That incident in the bathroom with
Hanna on Friday is completely unacceptable. Disgraceful behaviour for a young
lady! Unlike my predecessor, I believe that sparing the rod spoils the child.
Since you were not the ringleader, you only get 15 strokes of the cane."

	Marisa did her best to look innocent and outraged. It was a stretch for
the teenage slut, but it sometimes worked, especially with men.

	"Don't I get a chance to say something, to give my side of the story?"

	Like all Nazi perverts, Mistress Elke was not only happy to let a victim
dig her own grave, she insisted on it. She spoke softly, considerately, as if
ready to believe.

	"What is your side of the story, Marissa?"

	Marisa argued vehemently, seeking to turn the tables.

	"That Hanna is a lying little rat! She told you that we made her drink
toilet water and that we flushed away her panties. It's not true! She's lying to
get us in trouble because she's jealous of us! She seems nice but, deep down,
she's really vicious! You can't trust anything she says!"

	Marisa sniffed and tossed her head, thinking herself the very picture of
outraged innocence. Mistress Elke loved stupid teenagers.

	"How do you know exactly what you are accused of? In truth, Hanna told
me nothing at all! My source is quite different and, to me, much more reliable.
The accusation of toilet drinking and panty flushing is right though, so I ask
myself: how can you know what you are accused of with precision, unless you are
guilty? You don't know who your accuser is or what they said, yet you know the
precise offense you are accused of!"

	Marisa desperately searched for a winning lie.		

	"Uh, maybe Hanna told me what she was going to say!"

	Headmistress Elke was firm.

	"You weren't listening, child. Your accuser is not Hanna. I don't reveal
my sources. Perhaps it is one of your partners in crime, turned stoolpigeon. You
get ten extra strokes for lying to me. The cane is in the umbrella stand. Fetch
it."

	Marisa hesitated.

	"But, headmistress..."

	Elke cut her off brutally.

	"You get five more for not doing what you're told when you're told.
That's thirty strokes. Want to try for more?"

	Marisa quickly fetched the cane. It had a length, weight and snappiness
that didn't bode well for her tender young bottom. She handed it to Mistress
Elke.

	"Bend over the desk, Marisa. Pull up your skirt and pull down your
underpants."

	Marisa was shocked. A look at the headmistress told her that more
strokes awaited her if she didn't do as she was bid. She lifted her skirt and
bared her delectable bottom. She bent over the desk.

	"Bend your knees until your hips are snug against the edge of the desk.
Bend forward, spread your arms out and grip the sides of the desk. Put your face
on one side, touching the desk and looking towards me."

	Marissa touched her cheek to the cool, wooden surface of the desk and
shut her eyes. Mistress Elke was quick to correct her.

	"Keep your eyes open, Marissa, and look at me. After each stroke, you
say 'thank you, headmistress, may I have another?'"

	In the outer office, the crisp smack of the cane, followed by a yelp
from Marisa and a bawled out 'thank you, headmistress, may I have another?'
brought a look of stunned disbelief to the row of waiting schoolgirl bullies.
They squirmed uneasily on the bench. Helga spoke primly.

	"The wages of sin, ladies! The new headmistress demands the deepest
respect from her charges."

	At the end of her thirty strokes, Marisa's burning bum was criss-crossed
with thin red welts. Fond of raquet sports, Elke brought a tennis player's
authority to her canings, combined with a squash player's snappy wrist action.

	"Pull up your underpants and get down on your knees, Marisa."

	Marisa pulled up her white cotton underpants and dropped to her knees.
Elke cupped Marisa's tear-stained face in her hands.

	"We're not done here, Marisa."

	Marisa's pretty face crumpled in dismay.

	"We're not?"

	Elke was firm.

	"We're not done until I have a full confession from you with all the
details. I'll whip your ass until it's red with blood if I have to."

	Marisa, her eyes frantic with fear, caved in and confessed.

	"Excellent! You see how easy that was? Go out, send the next girl in.
Come back in three days, after school, for your next instalment of thirty
strokes."

	Marisa gulped.

	"Thirty strokes!"

	Elke smiled sweetly.

	"Yes, unless you want me to discuss your disgusting, immoral and highly
illegal behaviour with your parents and the authorities?"

	"No, ma'am!"

	Elke enjoyed watching Marisa's flushed face flinch and twitch as she
absorbed this news.

  	"Uh, how many 'instalments' are there, ma'am?"

	"They continue every three days until I am satisfied that you're a good
girl! Now, go back to class, do all your homework and study hard!"

	After Marisa, Elke broke each girl in turn to the crisp sound of the
cane on quivering bare teenage bums. Britt got extra for not having any
underpants to pull down.

	Britt had long raven-black hair that fell to her waist. Her small,
coal-black eyes set in a narrow foxy face possessed a smirky insolence.
Headmistress Elke really liked the cut of her jib. According to the other girls,
all the interesting ideas had been hers. An experienced educator, Elke realised
that Britt would have to spend some quality time as a bottom to achieve her full
potential. Being on the receiving end opened the mind to all sorts of
possibilities and nuances. She decided to undertake Britt's education herself.

	"Britt, by your own confession, you're a dirty little hussy! You've
earned extra! You report early, before school, each morning for an underwear
inspection. You come in here, shut the door, take off your panties and show them
to me. I expect crisp, clean, white cotton underwear. No skid marks! No yellow
stains! No menstrual blood! After that, you bend over and part your cheeks so
that I can see that you are wiping your rectum properly. Then you receive five
strokes on your bare bum, put on your underpants and leave for classes. Since
you're a very nasty little girl, there will be spot inspections during the day.
There are no strokes involved in the spot inspections, but there are fifty
additional strokes for any failure, either in cleanliness or in the absence of
any part of your school uniform, of which underwear is an integral part. If you
don't show up or try skipping, I will have you shipped to a work camp where you
will be ground pitilessly to ratshit! After that, your pathetic remains will be
placed in an oven and burned! I will not tolerate scum in my school!
Understand?"

	Britt swallowed hard and nodded.

	"Yes, ma'am!"

	At last, it was Karin's turn. Helga ushered her in.

	In no time, Elke had persuaded Karin to bare her bum and bend over the
desk. Her smooth, rounded, lily white buttcheeks quivered, shivering violently
with each burning kiss of the cane. An angry red welt blossomed beautifully on
her pale white skin with each vicious slash. Elke took her time, making sure
that Karin felt the full blossoming of the afterburn, the echo of pain that is
often equal to the original pain itself, before beginning the next stroke.

	"Kneel, Karin."

	Karin, snuffling brokenly, knelt.

	"You're probably wondering what happened to your mother."

	Elke picked up the phone.

	"Send the gentlemen in, Helga."

	Helga sighed regretfully as Heinrich took his hands out of her panties
and Horst quit squeezing her tits. Helga adjusted herself as the SS men entered
the inner office and Elke exitted it.

	The now familiar sounds signalling the beginning of a brisk desktop rape
emanated from the inner office as Karin was 'encouraged' to strip and show the
SS what she had to offer. In the outer office, Mistress Elke slipped her hand
inside Helga's panties and gave her firm young buttock a friendly squeeze. As
the rhythmic desktop whimpers of a beaten bitch being humped hard and fast
radiated from the inner office, Helga grinned lewdly and opened her mouth to
accept Mistress Elke's tongue, her nubile young body melting ecstatically into
that of the new headmistress.


	Chapter 26 - Motherly Love

	The Nazi scientists took their seats in the semi-circular amphitheater.
Each seat looked down on the central lab. On the centre stage, two heavy wooden
chairs were placed side by side, facing the audience. The seat, arms, legs and
back of each chair was wrapped in black electrician's tape. Black, studded
leather restraining straps dangled from each one. The only difference between
the two chairs was that one had a switch on the end of one arm and the other
didn't. Between the chairs, on the wall at the back of the stage, hung a large
clock with only a second hand and a minute hand. It was hung at eye-level for
someone occupying either chair. The scientific observers waited expectantly for
the experiment to begin.

	Nurse Heidi ushered Karin in. Although fully dressed in her blue school
blazer, white blouse, pleated grey skirt, navy blue kneesocks and sensible black
shoes buckled neatly in place, the teenager's pretty face had the pinched,
resentful look of the recently gang-raped. The scientific observers, with a true
Germanic attention to detail, duly wrote this down. They noted the schoolgirl's
slim, dark haired beauty, pert breasts, clear complexion and creamy white skin.
Nurse Heidi smiled encouragingly at the schoolgirl as she gestured expansively
at the rows of white coated scientists looking down at them.

	"Karin, these gentlemen are here to observe you as you help to expand
the horizons of science!"

	Karin looked up at them sullenly.

	"That's just great! Do I have to fuck them, too?"

	Nurse Heidi spoke reprovingly.

	"These are respectable scientists, Karin! Nothing like the SS brutes
that brought you here!"

	Karin was, quite rightly, sceptical.

	"Sure!"

	Nurse Heidi was deliberately crude.

	"There's no fucking required for this experiment, Karin."

	Nurse Heidi shrugged and spread her hands in mock helplessness, mugging
a bit for the audience.

	"Teenagers! They can only think of one thing!"

	The assembled observers laughed. She turned to the blushing schoolgirl
and explained gently.

	"It's just a simple psychology experiment, Karin!"

	Karin looked at the two heavy chairs nervously.

	"Uh, what do I have to do?"

	Nurse Heidi grinned.

	"Just take off your clothes and sit down in the chair with the switch at
the end of the arm."

	Karin looked at her mulishly and glanced resentfully at the assembled
observers.

	"What if I don't want to take off my clothes with everyone watching?"

	Nurse Heidi explained it simply.

	"You remember the soldiers that brought you here?"

	Karin's pretty face twitched.

	"What about them?"

	"We could have them in to help you remove your clothes. Here, I'll
summon them to assist!"

	Karin caved in instantly. She began removing her blazer.

	"OK! OK! I'll do it!"

	The observers scribbled in their notebooks as Nurse Heidi gave her pet
lab rat an encouraging verbal reward.

	"That's a good girl! Fold up your clothes as you remove them and put
them in the wooden box. After the blazer, take off your blouse."	

	Karin dutifully folded her blazer and put it in the box. She undid the
cuffs to her blouse, untucked it and unbuttoned it, revealing a clean white
cotton bra. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves, folded the blouse up neatly
and put it in the wooden box. She hesitated, uncertain what to remove next.
Nurse Heidi was brusque.

	"Off with the skirt, Karin."

	Karin unbuttoned the grey, pleated skirt and stepped out of it. She
looked very vulnerable indeed in white cotton panties, white bra, navy blue
kneesocks and her gleaming, black, buckle-on shoes as she folded up her skirt
and put it in the box on top of the blouse. Nurse Heidi coaxed her along.

	"The bra comes off next. Then the panties. You can keep the shoes and
socks on, Karin. The good news is that it's not necessary to strip completely
for this experiment!"

	Karin didn't seem very pleased at this bit of generosity. She silently
unhooked her bra, slipped her arm in underneath to cover her nipples and put the
bra in the box. With her free hand, she quickly peeled off her panties and
stepped out of them, keeping her knees together, trying hard not to give
everyone a flash of gash. She quickly dropped her panties in the box and clamped
her hand between her legs. She stood, in her kneesocks and black shoes, slightly
hunched over, one arm trying to hide her pert young breasts and the other hand
between her legs, cupping her cunt protectively. Dark curls of pubic hair peeped
out from around her palm. Nurse Heidi smiled and gave the observers a few
minutes to make notes on this classic tableau.

	When the observers had stopped scribbling, Nurse Heidi patted the seat
of the heavy wooden chair.

	"Sit here, Karin. Put your arms on the armrests while you're buckled in
place."

	Karin's delectable bare buttocks dimpled prettily as she shuffled shyly
over to the sinister black chair and parked her heinie on the seat, uneasily
facing the audience, naked thighs squeezed tightly together.

	"Put your arms on the armrests, Karin."

	With a visible effort of will, Karin uncupped her cunt and, carefully
keeping her knees pressed together, bared her pale pink nipples. She hesitantly
put her forearms on the armrests where they were instantly strapped down at
wrist and elbow by Nurse Heidi. A waist strap was cinched tightly over her
slender hips. A neck strap was snugged around her pale white throat and a
forehead strap was buckled in place, clamping her head firmly to the back of the
chair. Nurse Heidi gripped Karin's dainty ankles, spread them and buckled them
to the front legs of the big chair. The knee straps spread her thighs wide,
exposing her tight young slit completely as her knees were strapped to either
side of the chair. Karin cried out in surprise as the back of the seat dropped
back to a 45 degree slant, so that she was laying back with her legs spread,
showing everyone her tight quivering quim, it's lips still slightly puckered
from recent exertions. Nurse Heidi inspected her work, checking the straps,
making sure that Karin was hugged tightly in the chair's obscene embrace.

	"Karin?"

	Karin licked her lips nervously, breathing deeply, trying desperately to
calm herself, as she stared up at Heidi.

	"Yes, ma'am?"

	Like many victims before her, sucking up to the person in control
suddenly seemed like an excellent idea.

	"There's a switch by your right hand. Can you flick it on and off?"

	Karin stared at the switch, wondering what it did.

	"I think I can!"

	Nurse Heidi laughed indulgently.

	"Karin, you have to actually try turning it on and off to be sure."

	"Um, what does it do, ma'am?"

	"Nothing right now, but when we get to the experiment, it's important
that you be able to flick it on and off. Your life may depend on it! It's a
safety feature."

	Karin tried it and was easily able to turn the well positioned switch on
and off. Nothing happened when she did so.

	"I can do it, ma'am!"

	"Excellent!"

	"I guess you're wondering who the other chair is for?"

	Karin eyed the sinister black chair next to her.

	"Who's it for?"

	A red-haired beauty in her thirties was ushered on to the stage of the
amphitheatre.

	"Mom!"

	Romy stared in horror at her naked teenage daughter strapped into the
sinister black chair, lewdly exposed. Nurse Heidi welcomed her to the
experiment.

	"Romy! You were the headmistress of the school I went to! Not much
discipline and lots of bullying. You'll find that the discipline is a lot
stricter here!"

	Romy's lip curled disdainfully. Like her daughter, being raped over by
teams of horny perverts had done nothing for her manners.

	"Heidi! You always were a turd!"

	Heidi shook her head in amazement while the observers' pens scribbled
madly and naked Karin quaked quietly.

	"Is that why you let the others bully and torment me? And I thought that
it was because you were a bungling incompetent!"

	Romy was about to give Heidi a spirited blast. The observers' pens were
poised expectantly to record it when poor, naked Karin, strapped helplessly in
the big, sinister chair, spoke urgently in a scared, quaky voice.

	"Be quiet, Mom! You're just making it worse. It's only a psychology
experiment! Do what she says!"

	Karin stared pleadingly up at her mother, teardrops quivering
tremulously in her young eyes. Romy sighed and looked glumly at Heidi.

	"I guess she's right. What do I have to do?"

	Heidi smiled brightly.

	"You strip down to your high heels and silk stockings and sit in the
chair next to your daughter. Do you think you can manage it? I mean, without
getting mad and making everything a lot worse for everyone, especially poor,
helpless Karin?"

	Heidi knew she had her by the look of tortured defeat in Romy's face.
Romy cast her eyes downwards dejectedly.

	"I can do it."

	"Start with the sweater top, Romy. Everybody likes seeing a bit of
sweatermeat."

	Romy glanced at her sharply, but said nothing as she peeled the sweater
off over her head, revealing a black lace bra. She packed a bra nicely.

	"Fold it up neatly and put it in the wooden box on top of your
daughter's clothing."

	"The long skirt is next. Let's see some leg!"

	Romy stepped out of her long skirt, revealing that she was leggy
sweatermeat. The observers watched enthusiastically, loving their jobs. Romy was
fetching indeed in a matching black lace push-up bra and skimpy black lace
panties, seamed black silk stockings and gleaming black high heels. Everybody
watched appreciatively as she folded up her skirt, bent over and stacked it on
top of her sweater.

	"The bra comes off next, Romy. It looks like you've got something
serious in there to show everybody."

	Romy breathed deeply to swallow her anger and showed everyone her tits.
She was superb sweatermeat indeed - big, full melons with only the slightest
amount of sag, quivering delectably, capped by big, blood red nipples. Unlike
her daughter, she made no move to cover up, standing defiantly, hands on her
hips.

	"Last, but not least, those panties have to go, Romy! We'll get to see
if you're a real red-head!"

	She was. The carpet matched the drapes.

	"Have a seat."

	Romy sat in her chair, knees temporarily pressed tightly together. This
changed completely as she was buckled into the chair and the back was tilted,
forcing her to spread her legs and lewdly display her charms to the observers.

	The centre panel of the seat had been designed to drop out easily once
the catches holding it in place were released. Heidi removed the centre panel
from Karin's seat, granting free access to her slit and asshole.

	Karin squealed as Heidi screwed in the large, metal, corkscrew butt
plug. Karin gasped in pain as Heidi opened up the anchors that came out of the
deep-seated end of the butt plug to hold it securely in place so that, no matter
how mightily Karin strained, she couldn't expel it. Romy was outraged.

	"What sort of dirty trick is this?"

	Heidi smiled.

	"I'm glad you asked, because we have one for you, too!"

	Romy began breathing hard as Heidi dropped the panel on her chair. She
screamed, red-faced, as the large steel corkscrew butt plug was screwed in,
stretching her rectum agonizingly wide. She shreiked hard, her big boobs
bouncing, when Heidi twisted the knob to open the anchors on the end of the
buttplug buried deep inside her bowels, locking it in place.

	"Seems like mom's a bit more sensitive than her daughter."

	Heidi was sympathetic.

	"Gosh! If you didn't like that, you're really going to hate this!"

	Heidi held up a pair of sharp, spring-loaded, steel pincers and
delicately teased Karin's clit out of hiding. The spring-loaded pincers bit in
and locked in place. Karin shreiked dementedly, jerking frantically in her seat,
the spittle flying from her lips.

	A bulging-eyed Romy soon joined her, shreiking long and hard as the
pincers bit in to the most sensitive nubbin of flesh in her body. Her titanic
tits quivered like jello in an earthquake.

	By now the audience had finished having a good look up their cunts.
Heidi swivelled the two chairs so that they faced each other with the clock
between them.

	"Now we connect up the wires and we're ready to start the experiment."

                                                              


	Chapter 27 - Let The Game Begin

	Heidi clamped a wire to each steel butt plug and another to each clit
pincer. When mother and daughter were wired up, slick with sweat and panting
hard, she explained the simple experiment.

	"Karin and Romy, this is an experiment testing a girl's love for her
mom."

	She adopted the baby-talk voice of an adult talking condescendingly to a
small child.

	"Do you love your mommy, Karin?"

	Karin sniffled and nodded.

	"Yes."

	"Excellent! Every five minutes a shock goes through these wires. Karin,
you control where it goes. If you push the switch away from you, your mother
gets shocked through her clit and asshole. If you pull the switch towards you,
it's your tool tunnel that gets toasted. The clock on the wall shows when the
shock will be delivered - every five minutes exactly."

	Karin and Romy looked at her in horror. Heidi smiled perkily.

	"Any questions before I start the clock?"

	"You bitch!"

	"That's not a question, Romy, so Karin has her mom to thank for my
starting the clock right now."

	As the second hand started moving, Karin wailed at her mother.

	"I told you not to make her mad, mommie!"

	Romy flushed and tried to explain.

	"I really don't think it makes much difference! She was going to do it
anyway, Karin."

	"But I'm the one who's going to fry, mom! Why would you want it to
happen sooner?"

	Romy licked her lips nervously. She spoke with a false bravado.

	"You don't have to fry, darling. Just turn the switch my way. I can
handle it!"

	Karin looked at her mulishly, a defiant, out-of-control teenager to the
bitter end.

	"Don't be stupid! I'm not frying my own mom!"

	"No, honey, it's OK! Maybe it won't hurt that much!"

	"Mom! She just reamed out our assholes and jabbed a sharp pincer into
our clits! What makes you think the shock won't hurt? What's the big clue that
escaped the rest of us, Sherlock?"

	Romy's pretty face quivered tremulously. Karin blubbered as the clock
ticked down.

	"It's OK, mom. I'm young. I can han..."

	Karin shreiked piercingly as time ran out and the electricity burned
through her privates. Her bare buttocks dimpled prettily as they clamped with
aching tightness around the anal electrode. Her naked body flushed brick red
right down to her dark pubic triangle as she arched violently against the
straps. Her taut bare belly quivered and her small tits wiggled, pale pink
nipples erect, quivering delectably, the teats jutting out like pencil erasers.
Her eyeballs rolled up in her head. Her ruby lips opened wide as she screamed
shrilly.

	Romy struggled frantically against her bonds. The well-endowed beauty
put on a nice little jiggleshow for the crowd in the process. The electricity
cut off and Karin's body slumped against the restraining straps. She was
breathing hard and blubbering hysterically. Her voice was hoarse and raw.

	"It really, really hurts, mom!"

	Romy shouted hoarsely at Heidi and the observers.

	"You vicious bastards! How can you shitheads do something like that?"

	Heidi chided her gently.

	"Language! Language! You should watch your tongue, Romy! Maybe we should
lower the time to four minutes between shocks?"

	Poor Karin screamed hysterically at her mother.

	"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Why are you so fucking stupid?"

	"Uh, Karin, dear..."

	"SHUT UP!"

	After that, silence reigned. Drops of perspiration trickled down Karin's
quivering bare belly and into her pubic hair. She panted hard as she watched the
clock count down again. She squirmed and struggled frantically, her sweat slick
torso heaving.

	"Karin, sweet.."

	Karin glared harshly at her mother and shreiked in a frenzy, the spittle
flying from between her lips.

	"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID, FUCKING CUNT!!"

	Romy's face twitched as she watched the clock count down once more.
Karin's visage crumpled as the time grew near. She sniffed contritely.

	"I sorry, mom, it's just..."

	She screamed piercingly as her cock cranny cooked. Each vein and artery
in her dark red face stood out, throbbing wildly. Her small breasts shook and
her bare bum danced on the seat, buns flexed. Her naked thighs quivered and
shivered with the powerful electric pulses burning though her crotch. Her body
slumped in the straps once more as Romy spoke urgently.

	"Karin! Karin! Are you OK?"

	Karin was red-faced and blubbering. She looked at her mother angrily.
Her voice was raw and hoarse.

	"You're so fucking stupid! Do I look OK? It really, really, really
hurts!"

	Her voice cracked as she wailed brokenly.

	"I can't take any more, mom!"

	Romy took a deep breath, steeling herself. Her big breasts bobbed
gently.

	"It's OK, Karin. You've done enough. Flick the switch!"

	Sobbing, burning with guilt, Karin flicked the switch towards Romy,
looking stricken as she did so.

	"I'm sorry, mom!"

	Romy glared scathingly at the entranced scientists who, like many men,
weren't looking at her face when she spoke, especially now that she was stripped
for action.

	"It's all right, Karin. It's not your fault!"

	Heidi felt obliged to point out the fallacy in this statement.

	"Actually, Karin's the one flicking the switch so, technically, it's ALL
her fault if you suffer at all, Romy."

	Romy glared fiercely at her, but said nothing, slowly learning the value
of holding her tongue. She spoke soothingly as Karin's slim fingers trembled
hesitantly over the switch.

	"It's OK, Karin. You've done enou..."

	Romy shreiked hard, a piercing Wagnerian soprano producing unbelievably
high notes of pure pain. Her big bare breasts shuddered and juddered, sweat
flying from her dark red nipples. Under the restraining lap strap, her hips
pumped obscenely, vainly trying to mitigate the agony that burned between her
quivering thighs.

	To a horrified Karin, her mother's screams seemed to go on and on,
burned forever into her young psyche. She shreiked in horror along with her
mother.

	Romy slumped in the straps as the current was cut, her glistening, naked
torso heaving as she panted hard. She stared at Karin, dishevelled and
wide-eyed..

	"Flick it back! Please, Karin, flick it back. I can't handle it at all!"

	Romy sobbed in shame.

	"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

	Karin flicked the switch towards her, staring obsessively at it, biting
her lips. Her clit and asshole still burned and were going to burn again if she
left it that way. Her muscles ached from their violent electro-convulsive
workout. Her pretty face twitched and twisted, torn between fear and guilt. Her
young mind would be haunted forever by the sound of her mother's piercing
screams. The darkly gnawing knowledge that it was all her fault ate into her
sanity. Balanced against the mental anguish, her crotch burned with the
throbbing memory of obscene, brutal pain.

	Romy looked desperately at the assembled scientists.

	"I'll do anything if you stop the experiment! I give great head! I have
a tight cunt! You're all staring at my tits. Wouldn't you like to squeeze them,
to feel my nipples?"

	Heidi turned to Karin.

	"Would you do anything, too? You didn't seem too eager to fuck earlier!"

	Karin nodded eagerly and spoke the words that are dear to everyone's
ears.

	"Yes! Yes! I'll do anything you want!"


	Chapter 28 - The Ream Team

	Heidi addressed the assembled scientists.

	"It seems that both mother and daughter are now eager to put out! I
think we should stop the clock and test their sincerity. It will provide
valuable insight into what someone is capable of under extreme stress!"

	The scientists applauded. Heidi stopped the clock with less than a
minute left. She turned their chairs so that Karin and Romy faced the audience
once more, legs spread lewdly.

	"I'm going to ask my niece, Hanna, to assist. Hanna, please bring out
the dildos!""

	Hanna came out, grinning broadly, her eyes gleaming, dressed in a
nurse's uniform just like her aunt Heidi's. She held a large, ribbed dildo in
either hand. Heidi addressed her lab rats as Hanna handed her a cunt-reaming
dildo.

	"Hanna and I will pump you out with dildos while everyone watches,
judging your performance. You moan prettily and put in a nice performance,
telling everyone how much you like it, like good little whores. After that, we
have a vote on whether to continue the experiment or not. Unless you'd prefer to
resume the experiment right now?"

	Romy and Karin, crotches burning, hurriedly chorused their eagerness to
be degraded in front of everyone. Hanna smiled as she approached Karin, huge
dildo in hand.

	"I loved watching you strip in front of everybody. I loved listening to
you scream, Karin. You do it well. I bet you're a real good fucker, too!"

	"Uh, thanks, I think!"

	"Wow! That thing screwed into your asshole is huge! Betcha that smarts!"

	"It does!"

	"And that pincher thing is brutal! You must be awfully tough to handle
that!"

	Karin started to lose it. She scowled bitterly at Hanna.

	"It's not like I have a choice!"

	Heidi intervened.

	"Actually, Karin, it was your choices in life that brought you and your
mom here!"

	This was news to Romy. She eyed her daughter, askance.

	"What did you do, Karin?"

	Hanna piped up helpfully.

	"She and some other girls attacked me in the school washroom. They
flushed my underwear away. They dropped my shoes and socks in a toilet and peed
on them. They made me lick piss water from the toilet. Karin finger-raped me.
They said that if I ever gave another right answer in class, they'd take me to
the sewer works, make me eat shit and menstrual blood and then throw me into the
sewage with the rats. Karin said that she could get away with anything because
you, the headmistress, were her mom. It's something Karin and the others called
giving a girl the trauma handicap. Big joke, eh?"

	Romy was aghast, though not altogether surprised. 	 	"Is this
true, Karin?"

	Karin hung her head in shame.

	"Uh, yeah."

	Heidi was critical.

	"You seem to have fallen a bit short in the parenting department, Romy!
You're daughter's been totally out of control for a long time. Karin, I bet
Hanna's not the first girl that you've done this sort of thing to, is she?"

	Karin looked at her blandly.

	"Uh no, not really."

	Heidi stared unbelievingly at Romy.

	"And you never suspected a thing."

	It was Romy's turn to look a bit shamefaced.

	"Well, some of the parents complained, but I didn't really do anything
about it."

	Romy looked at the scientists helplessly, appealingly. In turn, they
studied the way her tits bounced when she spoke.

	"Her father was killed in a bombing raid. I'm raising her all by myself.
What could I do?"

	Heidi was brisk.

	"A good spanking, grounding her, stopping her allowance, forcing her to
make amends, taking away her privileges. You never thought of any of that? Jeez,
you really are stupid! Did you get your job by fucking someone?"

	Romy flushed guiltily. Heidi rolled her eyes skyward. Young Hanna was
conciliatory and eager to get things back on track.

	"Well, it looks like Romy fucked her way into this mess! Maybe they can
both fuck their way out! Like mother, like daughter!"

	The assembled scientists, who had been scribbling wildly in their
notebooks during this fascinating insight into the running of a girls' school,
laughed delightedly. Hanna was a real chip off the old block. She waggled her
big dildo playfully.

	"Look! You're probably both bad test subjects, hardly a typical mother
and daughter! Perhaps you can demonstrate your sexual athleticism instead! It's
probably a family strong point!"

	There were approving noises from the assembled scientific perverts, who
were eager to push this delightful scenario along. Karin looked at the big dildo
doubtfully. Hanna was warmly encouraging.

	"It's OK, Karin. I'm going to help you out a bit!"

	Karin's flushed face twitched, but she bit her tongue and said nothing
as Hanna explained the nature of the 'break' she was about to get.

	"When you had your finger up my cunt in the washroom the other day, it
really hurt because there was no lubrication. I'm not very experienced. Nowhere
near as experienced as you are!"

	Thinking of her 'experience', the SS gang rapes, young Karin's lovely
face twitched again as Hanna enthused onwards.

	"Now that I know that lubrication is important, I'll lube you up. I
mean, this dildo is HUGE! I don't think I can get it in at all without
lubrication. Even then it will be quite a stretch."

	Karin's pretty face quivered tremulously, on the verge of tears. Former
victim Hanna was all sympathy.

	"If you aren't tough enough to handle it and want to go back to the
electroshocks, that's OK!"

	Hanna looked pensively at Romy, who was becoming deeply concerned. Romy
couldn't handle the shocks at all.

	"Although it looks like, at long last, your mom is finally starting to
worry a bit about your choices in life."

	Karin burst out, aflame with guilt.

	"It's OK, mom! I can handle it! Go ahead!"

	Hanna smiled happily and gave Karin's inner thigh a warm, affectionate
squeeze.

	"I knew you could do it, Karin! Maybe you could moan a bit while I oil
you up? I'm sure the guys, who will be voting on your fate later, will like
that!"

	Karin gave a worried glance at the eager-eyed audience. Heidi grinned at
Romy.

	"You too, sweetie pie. Moan nicely for everyone!"

	Romy and Karin moaned prettily and ecstatically while Heidi and Hanna
dipped their fingers in oil and delved between their legs, insinuating their
fingers into the tight fuckholes, rubbing in and out briskly, lubricating
vigorously, while a red-faced Romy and her blushing daughter gasped and groaned
desperately, faking it as best they could while their cunts were stretched wide
by invasive, deeply probing, oily fingers. Heidi was quick with a helpful hint.

	"I think the guys really like it when you jiggle your tits, Romy!"

	Romy instantly obliged, her twin mammaries quivering liquidly as she
took a deep breath,  arched her back and shook them with wanton shamelessness.
Mother and daughter put on the best performances they knew how to. Karin
moistened her lips obscenely with her wet pink tongue and pumped her hips
lewdly. Romy wondered briefly where Karin had learned that little trick and,
followed suit, giving her hips a few vulgar pumps, humping crudely into Heidi's
deeply delving hand, groaning ecstatically.

	After keeping them moaning lewdly and humping obscenely for an indecent
length of time, Heidi decided that it was time to move on. She held up the large
ribbed dildo.

	"Time to wrap your cunts around something solid, ladies! I use the term
'ladies' very loosely indeed!"

	The audience sniggered, savouring every second of the depraved
performance.

	Romy grunted as Heidi rammed the dildo in hard and buried it deep. She
gasped, breathing hard. The deep ribbing on the dildo scraped in and out as
Heidi pumped energetically. Hanna watched in total enchantment, admiring the way
Romy's distended cuntlips fluttered over the ribbing as the dildo flowed in and
out of her fuckhole.

	"Wow! Your mom's really working hard! You've always been lewd, rude and
crude, Karin. I bet you'll be really good at this. Let's see!"

	Hanna spread Karin's cuntlips with the fingers of one hand and nestled
the tip of the dildo against the entrance to her love canal. She gave Karin a
few moments of hard breathing anticipation, loving the way the sweat was beading
on Karin's forehead. When Karin's breathing started to calm down, she rammed it
in as far as it would go.

	Although braced for it, Karin gasped at the brutally intimate invasion.
Only a week ago, it would have been too much, but a girl that's been spending
every waking moment playing 'squeeze and squirt' and 'lick the piccolo' with
teams of hard humping SS rapists rapidly becomes one tough, cynical bitch when
it comes to being fucked over. Both mother and daughter had fast become total
pros at the art of bird stuffing, replete with loads of gravy.

	The thick dildos had a big knob on the end to let a bitch really feel
the depth of the penetration and were ribbed both ways: widthwise, in a series
of deep rings like an oversize  drywall nail, and lengthwise, like a washing
machine paddle. Rubber handles gave the reamers a solid, no slip grip.

	Heidi had given Hanna some coaching in the delicate art of cunt reaming.
Hanna started with straight in and out strokes, long, smooth and deep, the thick
ribs rasping in and out of Karin's dripping, swollen fuckhole, making her
cuntlips flutter just like Romy's. The thick knob at the tip made her tool
tunnel bulge like a snake swallowing a large rodent. Hanna made sure that it
travelled the full length of Karin's tight young snake socket, knocking hard
against her cervix like an obscene door knocker.

	"Tell me how much you love it, Karin. Beg me for more!"

	Karin's voice shook as she begged, squeaking abruptly each time Hanna
hit her cervix. Heidi encouraged her fuckslut to work harder.

	"Come on, Romy! Beg like your daughter. Tell me you love me and want
more!"

	Romy and Karin moaned an obscene fuckslut duet, begging prettily for
more, gasping out love and adoration for their reaming rapists, groaning
ecstatically with each depraved thrust. They worked hard to present a good
visual image for the eager eyed audience, shaking their tits liquidly, pointing
their toes nicely, lewdly pumping their hips, eyes slitted, wickedly running
moist pink tongues around their lips. The sweat poured off them so they smelt
like the hard humping whores they had become.

	Simultaneously, Heidi and Hanna upped the ante, twisting hard at the end
of each deeply probing thrust. The lengthwise ribs bit into the moaning
fucksluts' love canals, igniting them to fiery incandescence. Romy and Karin
gasped and whimpered but they gamely continued as their fuckholes burned between
their legs.

	At last, cuntlips swollen grotesquely, wet and fully distended, heaving
torsos soaked in sweat, Romy and Karin began sobbing brokenly, unable to
continue. Their cunts burned fiercely between their quivering thighs. Heidi and
Hanna smiled happily.

	"Well, I guess it's back to being labrats for you two! Karin, you've got
less than a minute left to decide who fries next."

	Face contorted with anguish, Karin hurriedly flicked the switch towards
her mom. Romy was frantic, her voice a raw screech.

	"NO, KARIN, NOOOOO!!! I CAN'T HANDL..."

	Romy's naked body arched savagely against the straps, every muscle and
tendon straining taut as cables under her sweat slick skin. She was the very
picture of a muscle popping, tendon snapping convulsion. Big bare breasts
juddering and shuddering violently. Hips pumping quick and fast enough to
satisfy the most hyped-up fuck freak.

	Her eyeballs rolled up in her head as her eyelids fluttered rapidly. Her
lips were flecked with froth as she screamed over and over and over, higher and
higher until it stopped with brutal abruptness. The current was cut and she
slumped in the straps, smoke curling out from her crotch. Her buttocks were
burned a bright red.

	Eyes wet, face contorted with anguish, burning shame and futile remorse,
Karin screamed and sobbed hysterically.

	"Mom, I'm sorry! Oh my god! OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod..."

	On and on, deep in shock. Heidi eyed her critically.

	"Not a real triumph for motherly love! How could you do a thing like
that, Karin?"

	Hanna sniffed self-righteously.

	"That's as bad as it gets, Karin! Talk about giving someone the trauma
handicap! You did it to yourself!"

	Karin stared in deep shock at her mother's twitching body, smoke curling
from her crotch. She screamed hysterically, snot running from her nose, spittle
flying from her lips. She babbled dementedly, completely unhinged, as she was
bundled into a strait-jacket by muscular attendants. The crotch strap to the
straight jacket was cinched brutally tight and she was hustled off to a padded
cage in the Slitpit for future reference.

	After Karin had been removed, Heidi carefully picked off the smoking
wrapping from Romy's crotch wires. Romy's eyelids fluttered open. Heidi grinned.

	"Having a low threshold of pain is it's own reward! Welcome back! Your
daughter pooped out on us when you passed out."

	While Romy blinked in confusion and growing horror, imagining Karin's
distress all too easily, Heidi gestured at the hot-eyed observers.

	"Are you still in a mood to let these fine ladies and gentlemen squeeze
your tits and to give head? If you're very nice to these hard-working observers,
I'll tell Karin that you're not dead."

	Romy was on her knees in no time, gobbling dick and licking stiff clits
while lewd hands roamed over her body, groping and squeezing obscenely while the
other perverts watched and awaited their turn.

		

		 	Chapter 29 - Bribery and Threats

	The two beauties stood nervously in their cages, the centre of attention
in the small tiered lecture hall. Everyone had a good view of the caged
sweatermeat. The cages, three feet wide by three feet deep, gave the two
delectable cuddle bunnies room to stand, but little more.

	Mistress Elke addressed the assembled Nazi scientists. She knew the
rules for sweating the meat and had come up with her own delightfully depraved
little experiment. A woman had to take a break from running a girls school,
delightful though this was for a firm disciplinarian.

	"We are here to conduct an experiment to determine whether affection and
rewards or fear and pain are the greater motivators. To those of us involved in
education and management, this is vital knowledge."

	The two young lovelies, identical twins, were identically dressed in
black high heels, white blouse, navy blue jacket, and ankle length skirt. Each
blouse and jacket was a size too small to emphasize their charms. Their ample
breasts looked like they were exploding out of their blouses, buttons straining
and threatening to give way at any instant. Underneath, stockings, garter belt,
brassiere and high-cut, black lace panties completed the ensemble. The blond
twins looked out apprehensively from their identical cages.

	"I'd like to introduce our test subjects, named Merry and Terry by their
late anglophile parents. They have been brought here straight from the doors of
the Death Camp, pausing only to don the clothing generously provided by other
Death Camp inmates, now deceased. I'd like to make clear that Merry and Terry
are volunteers and are participating in this experiment, and perhaps others, of
their own free will. They have simply to express any dissatisfaction with either
their treatment or the experiments, and they will be instantly given priority
seating in the ovens."

	The audience chortled. Mistress Elke smiled graciously.

	"These lovely young ladies are identical in every way. Believe me, I
have inspected them closely."

	This got a coarse laugh. Mistress Elke's inspections were well know for
their wonderfully invasive thoroughness. Merry and Terry's holes were still
burning.

	"They will be asked to perform simple tasks, well within the abilities
of even the most simple-minded bimbo. Merry will be rewarded for each act of
co-operation. On the other hand, Terry will be punished is she refuses to
co-operate. We will simply observe which one co-operates more."

	Merry and Terry looked at each other nervously as Mistress Elke
continued.

	"They will each be given one minute to perform the simple, mindless task
required of them. At the end of the minute, Merry will be given food and water
is she has co-operated and Terry will receive a 200 volt jolt from an electric
prod if she refuses."

	Mistress Elke smiled graciously at the blond guinea pigs.

	"I should mention that they both have been starved and deprived of water
for a day and a half to make the reward seem that much more attractive."

	Mistress Elke turned to her twin pets.

	"Merry, you will receive a crumb of chocolate and a thimbleful of water
to wash it down if you do what's requested. Terry, a 200 volt jolt will be
applied to your bare skin if you decide not to perform the simple task
requested. Understand, ladies?"

	Merry and Terry replied in unison.

	"We understand, Mistress Elke!"

	Behind Terry's cage, Hans triggered the electric prod. Startled, Terry
jumped as a bright blue spark arced between the two electrodes, snapping and
crackling wickedly. Terry eyed the prod apprehensively . Hans, grinning
wickedly, sparked it a few more times for her edification. He was obviously
looking forward to making her scream and the small cage gave her nowhere to run.

	Mistress Elke spoke commandingly.

	"This is my first request: remove your jackets and hand them to me."

	Without even looking at each other, the twins shrugged off their jackets
in perfect unison and handed them over.

	Mistress Elke pinched the crumb of chocolate daintily and held it up.

	"Stick out your tongue, Merry."

	Merry parted her luscious lips and lewdly extruded her pretty pink
tongue. Mistress Elke delicately placed the square of chocolate on Merry's wet
tongue where it started to melt delectably. Merry pulled in her tongue and
sucked it down, her pretty face a study in pure bliss. Terry  watched
disconsolately.

	Mistress Elke held up the thimbleful of water.

	"Open up and tilt your head back, Merry."

	Merry, starved, thirsty, licked her lips. She parted her lips and tilted
back her head. Her full breasts pressed tightly against the front of her blouse
as Mistress Elke poured it down her throat. Mistress Elke patted her on the head
like a master rewarding a faithful dog. She smirked.

	"Next, I want you to untuck your blouses."

	This time there was a noticeable gap in their unity. Terry untucked
promptly. A few heartbeats later, Merry untucked hers. Once more Merry went
through Mistress Elke's charming feeding ritual, chocolate melting onto her
stuck-out tongue, big breasts pressing firmly against her blouse, showing a
flash of her taut, bare belly this time as she tilted her head back to
gratefully receive her thimbleful of water. She received her head pat and
Mistress Elke proceeded.

	"Unbutton your blouses and hold them open nice and wide so that everyone
can see your bra and bare belly."

	Hans crackled the electric prod and Terry was flashing her bra and belly
to the crowd in no time. It was a lacy black bra and a flat, lightly tanned
tummy. The crowd applauded and hooted their approval.

	As Terry exhibited herself, Merry hesitated, looking out timidly at the
hooting audience of hot-eyed perverts. She spoke hesitantly.

	"What happens if I don't?"

	Mistress Elke smiled sweetly, a mother addressing a wayward, but
much-loved child.

	"Then you don't get your chocolate and water, my dear."

	"Do I get a shock?"

	Mistress Elke replied patiently, a mother explaining things to a
particularly stupid, but much-loved child.

	"My dear, it's your sister, not you, that gets the shocks if she fails
to perform her allotted task."

	Mary nodded.

	"OK, then I'm not doing it."

	The audience booed her roundly. Mistress Elke waited for the ruckus to
die down and explained sweetly, a mother disappointed in her wayward, but
much-loved child.

	"Well, then, no yummy chocolate treat and no cool, refreshing water for
you - and, of course, no pat on the head."

	Merry looked nervously at Hans. He crackled the electric prod a few
times, but made no move towards her. Merry looked visibly relieved.

	"Remove your skirts, ladies!"

	Terry promptly removed hers, revealing long shapely legs. She stood,
trying to look nonchalant, as if she stood all the time in front of crowds of
drooling perverts clad only in her open blouse, bra, panties, black seamed
stockings and high heels. The audience roared it's approval and, once again,
booed Merry when she refused.

	"Remove your blouses ladies. Everyone wants a better look at your
underwear!"

	Her fingers trembled a bit as Terry unbuttoned her cuffs and took off
her blouse gracefully. Merry, unhappy and looking out fearfully at the crowd,
once more refused. Mistress Elke addressed her wayward child in a warm,
understanding voice.

	"Merry, is it making you nervous defying me like this?"

	Merry nodded solemnly, a child that knows that it's been bad. 	 	
"Yes, ma'am."

	"Would you like to please me?"

	"Very much, Mistress Elke!"

	"It looks like fear training is winning quite handsomely, doesn't it?
Poor Terry's standing there in her unmentionables in front of everybody and
seems prepared to strip to the skin to avoid giving Hans the pleasure of
applying a 200 volt jolt to her delightfully exposed skin."

	Mistress Elke transferred her gaze to Terry, who shifted nervously at
the sudden attention.

	"Terry, are you prepared to strip all the way to avoid a shock?"

	Terry swallowed and replied hoarsely.

	"Yes."

	"Then, I'll have to ask you to remove your bra and panties to show
everyone just what you and your identical sister have to offer."

	Terry reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She hesitated briefly.
Hans crackled the prod and she hurriedly uncupped a pair of magnificent
mammaries, fully self-supporting and quivering delectably, capped by pretty pink
nipples. Without further ado she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic band and
peeled off her panties, revealing a downy thatch of soft blond pubic hair and
pouty cuntlips. She daintily stepped out of her panties and adopted a pose that
was very familiar to her onlookers, a classic in fact, one arm covering her
nipples and a hand clamped firmly between her legs. All attempts at nonchalance
had been abandoned by the red-faced beauty. Mistress Elke turned her attention
to Merry.

	"Would you do the same  for chocolate, water and a nice pat on the
head?"

	The audience chuckled as pretty Merry replied emphatically in the
negative. Mistress Elke smiled, the indulgent mother now.

	"Well, maybe I can find some commands that you both will obey. My next
request is simple, a matter of good posture really. I want you to stand with
your legs spread  wide and your hands behind your head."

	With a look of relief, Merry did it instantly. Terry hesitated. She
glanced fearfully at Hans with his prod. He grinned ferociously back at her and
licked his lips. Terry caved in. She spread her legs wide and put her hands
behind her head, exposing herself fully to the audience which applauded wildly
while Merry was put through her charming little feeding ritual.

	"Turn your backs to the audience, bend over and touch your toes."

	Merry, once more, was first to obey, revealing only shapely calves, fine
ankles and a beautiful cascade of long hair. For Terry, the process was much
more intimate as she bent over and exposed her cunt and crinkled brown rectum to
the audience. Mistress Elke cleared her throat and addressed the assembled Nazi
scientists.

	"I think this experiment, which is easily repeatable, proves
conclusively the weakness of affection training. To prove the effectiveness of
fear training even more conclusively, I will now change the experiment
slightly."

	She addressed Merry firmly, the stern mother.

	"Merry, I am now changing your role in the experiment. If you don't do
what I say, Hans will apply the electric prod to your bare skin."

	Merry swallowed hard.

	"Merry, I want you to strip naked so that you have not a stitch of
clothing on. You have twenty seconds to do it in!"

	Hans moved eagerly into position behind her cage. Merry practically
ripped her blouse off, removed her bra, stepped out of her high heels, yanked
down her skirt and peeled off her stockings and panties. She tore off her garter
belt and stood, stark naked, with scant seconds to spare. Mistress Elke turned
to Terry.

	"Lose the rest of it, Terry."

	Terry stepped out of her heels and slipped off her stockings and garter
belt.

	"Now, both of you, bend over and touch your pretty little toes while the
handlers enter your cages."

	Once more the twins bent over, exposing their most intimate orifices to
the interested gaze of the onlookers. The tall, powerfully built handlers enter
their cages, two inch-wide greased rods gripped firmly. Terry and Merry squealed
as the rods were rammed up their cunts as far as they would go. Gripped by their
long flowing hair and the rods protruding obscenely from their cunts, they were
muscled off the stage, groaning and gasping while the audience applauded
thunderously.

	Waiting calmly for her tribute to die down, Mistress Elke closed the
experiment.

	"The conclusion of this experiment is simple and far-reaching for those
of us involved in management and education: No More Mr. Nice Guy!"

	 	Chapter 30 - The Slitpit

	Always a firm believer in the 'No More Mr. Nice Guy' approach, Nurse
Heidi gestured with her favorite management tool, the electric prod, and
instructed the two nude beauties.

	"Step onto the mirrored tiles. Spread your legs about three feet apart
and start doing deep knee bends. Squat deep enough so that I can look in the
mirrored tiles and see some pink from your fuck holes as well as some brown from
your shit holes."

	The twins, Merry and Terry, glistened with sweat as they performed the
last part of their workout. Heidi prided herself that, when it was her turn to
run the Slitpit, the meat she supervised was kept in Grade A condition.

	The Slitpit was a staging area for some of the human female labrats used
by the Medical Experimentation Unit (Women's Studies). If they had to wait
awhile before being assigned to scream their way through one of the infamous
Nazi Medical experiments, they were kept in The Slitpit like dogs in a kennel.
If they happened to survive the experiment and were still in condition for
further experimentation, they returned to the Slitpit until the time came for
them to be frog marched to the next screamfest.

	The Slitpit always had ten to twenty prime specimens anxiously awaiting
their turn to scream long and hard. Heidi kept them clean, had a delightful
variety of obscene exercise routines for them and kept them very
well-disciplined. Nobody liked a smart-mouthed lab rat. The Slitpit was located
in the basement. Each labrat was kept in a small stainless steel cage for future
reference.

	Heidi glanced in at young Karin, straightjacketted in her padded cage.
Karin was moaning sadly to herself and and banging her head steadily, repeatedly
against the wall. Heidi remembered her promise to tell Karin that her mother was
still alive sometime. Perhaps she would mention it in her Last Will And
Testament. There was no rush.

	After they had finished jiggling their tits, bouncing their bums and
exposing themselves shamelessly in one of Heidi's delightfully depraved exercise
routines, it was time for the twins to hit the showers. The twins squealed as
they were hosed down with ice cold water. Heidi had them stand, legs and arms
spread wide, while she used a hose to spray liquid soap onto every square inch
of exposed female flesh. She took particular care to get some in the crack of
their ass and up their cunts. The twins were then encouraged to work it into
their head hair and pubic hair, between their toes and into their labia. Heidi
liked her bitches squeaky clean. After they had lathered up intimately, she
rinsed them off with another generous blast of ice cold water. She made sure
that they toweled off thoroughly, taking particular care to scrub vigorously
between their legs.

	It was time for the twins to be put back in storage.

	She taped their wrists behind their back and strapped on their ball
gags. Nurse Heidi knew the importance of well-lubricated holes. She had them
bend over and spread their legs, applying warm baby oil to their cunts, delving
deeply, working it in thoroughly. She opened their tight little rectums with
long probing fingers and oiled them thoroughly as well. She applied a light
layer of warm oil to their faces and torsos. The last step was to ram a thick
greased rod up their cunts to make their position in the universe perfectly
clear. In case that didn't make it clear enough, she inserted butt plugs and
belted them firmly in place.  That done, she returned them to their cages, cages
designed so that they could neither sit nor stand, but could only squat hunched
over awkwardly.

	She looked at the latest addition, a former university professor,
hogtied naked on the floor in a puddle of her own urine. The professor looked up
at her in fear and shame.

	"Please, I couldn't help it."

	Nurse Heidi carefully placed her electric prod high on the inner thigh,
against the small groin muscles, and pressed the button. The lovely professor
screamed as her inner thigh spasmed violently.

	"You do not piss or shit without my permission, bitch."

	She gestured at a pinch-faced young lovely squatting, like the twins,
bound and gagged, naked in her cage, fists clenched and toes curled, a look of
intense concentration on her face.

	"Lisa, there, has not relieved herself for nine hours. You cannot hold
it in for two. What's the matter, Professor? Are you a bed-wetter?"

	Putting the bitches down hard was a duty and a pleasure, but the
university educated snots were a particular delight.

	The professor, a black haired beauty of twenty-five, flushed, her voice
shaking.

	"Well, as a matter of fact, I used to be, but I thought I'd gotten over
it."

	"You have a lot of problems, don't you, Professor? The academic life has
made you soft. You have really lovely skin and a gorgeous complexion but, let's
face it, you aren't in as good shape as the other babes. You don' t have their
flexibility or stamina. The team of rapists that sampled your wares assured me
that you weren't as good a fuck as most of the others. Your cunt isn't as nice
and tight as it should be. You're a bit uncoordinated. Basically, you're just a
pleasantly shaped piece of flab - and now it turns out that you're a bedwetter,
too. I'm certainly going to have my work cut out with you!"

	Heidi lowered her voice and spoke gently to her, alternating the bad cop
with the good cop. It kept the cunts guessing and thoroughly confused.

	"What were you a professor of, honey?"

	"I was a professor of philosophy, specializing in the philosopher
Spinoza."

	She spoke with some pride. Heidi immediately went to work to cut the
snot out of her.

	"Spinoza. He was a jewboy, wasn't he?"

	The naked professor winced, already sorry that she had mentioned it.

	"He was Jewish. Yes."

	"I guess you decided to study jewboy Spinoza rather than work on your
problems, eh?"

	Gretchen spoke with quiet dignity.

	"I believe that studying a great philosopher's teachings, like Spinoza,
can enrich your life and help you deal with whatever problems you have."

	"Did he say anything about how to cure your bedwetting?"

	"Well, no, not really."

	"Did he tell you how to become a good fuck?"

	"Uh, not exactly, but he did say..."

	Heidi interrupted her smoothly.

	"Let's face it. There are two possibilities: either the philosopher
Spinoza's advice on how to become a good fuck was no good or else you were too
stupid to take it."

	The lovely Professor, deeply embarassed, glanced around at the other
women watching silently from their cages, gagged and bound, pity in their eyes.
The once-proud professor really hated the pity.

	"Let's face it, Professor. If you were really bright you wouldn't be
here, lying bare-assed in your own piss, to be used as a lab rat."

	"I'm not here of my own choice, you know!"

	Heidi idly twirled the Professor's pubic hair in her fingers and spoke
gently. She loved the good-looking, bright, well-educated Jews. They made
wonderful snuff toys. If they had really been sub-standard mentally and
physically, they'd have been no fun at all. Perfect specimens made perfect
victims.

	"Gretchen, it was your choices, bad choices, that brought you here. Why
pick the philosopher Spinoza to study? You know that he's not exactly
politically correct right now and, regardless of their protestations about
freedom of thought, universities are hotbeds of political correctness. If you
really were addicted to Spinoza and really were smart, you would have left. You
would have seen the big Nazi steamroller coming and you would have left. Lots
did. Face it, Gretchen, you're just a dumb cunt like all the other poor, sad
bitches in this room."

	Gretchen slumped, completely deflated. It was true. Others had left.
They had warned her, but she had been stupid. She had not believed that it could
happen to her, a good German. She had gone into hiding, too late. Ultimately,
there had been no escape from the jew-sniffers of the SS, who had tracked her
relentessly.

	Heidi, an experienced bitch buster, spoke softly. She loved grinding
them down pitilessly.

	"You know something, Gretchen? I think you studied Spinoza so that you
could avoid dealing with your own problems. Spinoza didn't teach you to deal
with politics realistically. He didn't teach you the value of being in top shape
physically. He didn't cure your bed-wetting. He didn't give you the wisdom to
get up and go when the going was good. You were just being a dumb ostrich with
your head stuck in the sand living in your own stupid little dream-world. I bet
you even thought that you were a German first and a Jew second."

	Heidi's voice hardened brutally.

	"The dream's over Gretchen! It was a butt-stupid, dumb cunt dream to
begin with. It's time to wake up and find that, through your own foolish
choices, you've allowed yourself to sink lower than a whore. You're a piece of
tainted meat that's been taken out of the garbage to be experimented on. You're
filth. Lots of people here won't even touch you without gloves on."

	Always changing her tack, keeping her victims off-balance, she slapped
Gretchen cheerfully on the rump.

	"I'll take care of you right after I graciously allow Lisa to empty her
bladder while we all watch. Study her performance and learn how the real world
operates, professor."

	Lisa looked vastly relieved as Heidi headed to her cage with a stainless
steel bowl in her hand.

	"Lisa, I'm going to put this bowl in your cage underneath your pisser.
Then I'm going to grab your tits. When I squeeze your right tit, you pee. When I
squeeze your left tit, you stop immediately. If you don't co-operate, I'll work
you over good with the electric prod, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

	Lisa nodded with pathetic eagerness. The bowl was positioned underneath
her. Heidi gripped her tits and gave the right one a squeeze. Instantly, Lisa
started peeing. Immediately, Heidi gave her left tit a squeeze. With a grimace
of pure anguish and a small whimper, Lisa stopped peeing. Heidi had trained her
well in the art of bladder control. She had Lisa opening and closing her bladder
in a virtuoso display of what a throughly broken bitch could achieve in the
right hands.

	When Lisa had, at last, squeezed out the last drop, Heidi took the heavy
bowl over to a large covered tub. Heidi removed the cover and add Lisa's urine
to the piss-filled tub. She put on a pair of elbow length plastic gloves and
turned to the hogtied Gretchen.

	"Professor, does the jewboy philosopher Spinoza mention how to handle
going for a bath in a tub full of piss?"

	"No, please don't. Please."

	Heidi pulled out a thick greased dildo.

	"First, we have to loosen you up a bit."

	She inserted the thick dildo and pumped vigorously. Gretchen squealed
and blubbered. When Heidi judged that Gretchen had been loosened up enough, she
lowered a hook on a chain from the ceiling and hooked Gretchen's hogtied wrists
and ankles, leaving the dildo in place, protruding obscenely. She punched a
button and an electric motor reeled in the chain and hoisted Gretchen up into
the air. The motor ran along a track in the ceiling. Heidi guided Gretchen's
painfully arched body along the track until it was positioned over the tub of
piss. She lowered Gretchen, struggling and pleading frantically, into it.

	Heidi grabbed a fistful of Gretchen's long flowing hair, pushed her head
under and held it there. She jerked it up, Gretchen gasped and was plunged under
again. Playfully, Heidi pulled Gretchen's head out and rammed it back under
almost instantly. She did this a few times until the learned Gretchen sucked in
a lungful of piss.

	She let Gretchen choke it out and then repeated the process a few times
for the learned professor's further edification. She hoisted Gretchen out,
untied her and trotted her off to the showers for a nice ice water hose-down.

	Before loading a completely broken Gretchen into her cage to squat
silently with the other loser bitches, Heidi oiled her up thoroughly, working
the oil carefully into what was, cunt-busting remarks notwithstanding, some
truly fabulous female flesh.

	Gretchen was due to be skinned alive in the morning and Heidi wanted her
looking her best. That glorious skin was going to make superb lampshades.

	Inspired by her recent conversation with the learned professor, Heidi
made a mental note to re-read the copy of Spinoza she had palmed at a book
burning. She rather liked the way he turned morality into a well-reasoned
exercise in logic, deducing everything from axioms like an exercise in Euclidean
Geometry - very German really.

	Chapter 31 - Man-eater

	Sly-eyed Ilsa chatted amiably to the naked man spread-eagled on the
gleaming stainless steel table. She was putting in a little time in the men's
experimentation facility.

	"I hear you like fucking a candidate to make sure that she's going to be
a good headmistress! That's not really a good system for selecting a competent
administrator, is it? I mean, you have to understand that a headmistress is not
a mistress that gives head!"

 	Heinz Greuber was sweating profusely.

	"It's all a big mistake! I've done nothing wrong!"

	Ilsa reached between his legs and gave his scrotum a hard warning
squeeze. Heinz gasped.

	"Don't be boring, Heinz! We're way past that stage! Romy told us
everything. Focus on the experiment!"

	Heinz looked at her anxiously.

	"What are you going to do to me?"

	"That's much better, Heinz! I like a player who's got his head in the
game."

	Ilsa wrapped her fingers around his sausage and gave him a friendly
couple of pumps as a reward. It rose in tumescent gratitude. Ilsa looked
worried.

	"Oh dear! That erection is going to make this next bit awkward!"

	Heinz groaned in anguish as she rammed the catheter into his swollen
piss tube. Ilsa was apologetic as she twisted and shoved, pushing hard on the
tube.

	"Sorry about this, but I've got to drain the lizard. You're a tough guy,
I'm sure that you can handle it!"

	Heinz grunted and groaned, red-faced, struggling to be a man in front of
a demanding, good-looking female. Sweat bedewed his brow as Ilsa brutally
twisted the catheter, worming it in slowly. His fists and naked buttocks
clenched tightly as Heinz strove to accept the painfully intimate anguish. At
last, Ilsa's efforts were rewarded as yellow liquid flowed smoothly down the
clear tube emptying noisily into a glass bottle.

	"Good boy!"

	She ran her fingernails lightly over his washboard abdominals.

	"You're in really good shape for an old horn dog!"

	He gasped when Ilsa gave his nuts a sudden, brutal squeeze. As his mouth
gaped open, Ilsa popped a rubber ball in and taped it in place, sealing his lips
carefully around the rubber ball. She stepped out of her shoes and rolled down
her stockings. She hung them neatly over the back of a chair. She jerked down
her panties, pulled up her skirt and climbed up onto the restraining table.

	"Now, before we get serious, let's see what kind of man you are!"

	She straddled his face, clamping it between her naked thighs and cradled
the back of his head with the soles of her bare feet, pressing his nose into her
wet slit, smothering him. Red-faced and snuffling wetly between her legs, Heinz
began a frantic struggle to breath. Nostrils flaring, he hummed desperately into
her moist orifice, tugging and straining mightily against his bonds.

	Every time his flagpole showed signs of life, Ilsa reached out and gave
the catheter a brutal twist. His incipient erection died instantly. Repeatedly,
as his taped-shut lips pressed tightly against her achingly erect clitoris,
emitting a series of muffled, horrid shreiks, Ilsa melted ecstatically against
his beet red, snuffling face.

	In short order, she had un-manned him completely, having reduced him to
a mewling, whimpering animal, sobbing hoarsely between her legs. Only after she
was fully and repeatedly satisfied, Ilsa dismounted. Heinz sucked great ragged
gulps of air into his burning lungs.

	Ilsa amused herself by pinching his nostrils shut in between putting on
articles of her clothing. He squirmed his head around, futilely trying to
dislodge her fingers while his heels drummed desperately against the table,
beating the loud, terrified tattoo of a wounded male animal in deep distress.
When she was fully dressed once more, she gave his aching ballbag an
appreciative squeeze.

	"Wow! You sure are good at making a girl happy! I like a man who works
hard to please!"

	She summoned two huge brutes to assist. Each unclipped an ankle cuff and
pulled his legs up and over, so that his feet were pinned to the table on either
side of his head. His bare buttocks were forced up off the table, quivering
muscularly in the air. The massive handlers clipped his ankle cuffs to the
restraining table on either side of his ears and left, snickering as Ilsa gave
Heinz's exposed rump a few playful slaps. She introduced his next medical
degradation with encouraging enthusiasm, coaxing her helpless male beast right
along.

	"Enough fun and games! Now you get to do your patriotic duty to help the
glorious fatherland. This next thing may tingle just a wee small bit, Heinz! I'm
sure that a real man like you should be able to take it in stride!"

	Poor Heinz, his bare buttocks fully exposed, his reamed out penis
burning, his swollen testicles aching, looked very apprehensive indeed at these
cheery words. Sly-eyed Ilsa explained further.

	"Don't look so worried! All I'm going to do is insert a rectal
thermometer. You're perfectly positioned, so it should be no problem!"

	She eyed him coyly as she picked up the gleaming chrome instrument.

	"This is a real triumph of German engineering. You'll notice that it
looks like a long screw with a hole through one end. I simply thread a long rod
through the hole. This enables me to simply screw it into your anal passage like
an oversize corkscrew. No matter how tight a back passage you have, this gives
enough leverage so that even a frail delicate female like myself can easily
screw it into a tough, hairy male asshole. You may be surprised to know that
there are men who don't like it up the ass. These party poopers would try and
shit it back out like a particularly nasty turd."

	Heinz was exactly that sort of party pooper. The cunning German
engineers had taken his unpatriotic type into account.

	"See what happens when I turn the knob on the end!"

	She twisted it and the other end of the rectal thermometer opened like
the petals of a rose blossoming in the sun.

	"These metal petals anchor it firmly in place once it is seated. When
the experiment is over and we want to retrieve this valuable mechanism, I turn
the knob the other way and the 'petals' on the end fold up. I thread the rod
through the hole in the end once more and unscrew it. The scientists joke that
it's a flower that only blossoms when it's in deep shit!"     

	Heinz failed to see the humour in this as she began twisting it into his
rectal passage. Red-faced, groaning with each brutally invasive twist, Heinz
struggled hard to deal with this agonizing anal rape at the hands of a beautiful
young woman. He gasped hoarsely as she opened the metal petals deep in his
bowels. Ilsa patted his bare bum approvingly.

	"Good boy! Now it's time for you to help the brave airmen of the
Luftwaffe!"

	The massive handlers returned, unclamped him from the table and hustled
him out of the room, the rectal thermometer wagging behind him like an obscene
doggie tail.  He trotted along along between them, all dignity and self-respect
stripped away, begging them piteously to remove the thermometer from his aching
asshole.

	Heinz studied the big pool nervously as they strapped the life preserver
on him over the flying suit. The wire sticking up out of the back of his pants
supplied the reading from the rectal thermometer to the assembled scientists.
The water had chunks of ice floating in it. Ilsa shook her head.

	"Our pilots don't last too long once they bail out into the North Sea.
It's freezing cold and the hypothermia kills them quickly. Once we toss you in,
your scrotum will shrivel up until it looks like half a wallnut shell glued to
your crotch. Don't worry. You won't last long."

	Heinz cleared his throat.

	"Are you just going to kill me?"

	Ilsa smirked.

	"That wouldn't be much fun, would it? This is an experiment in using
'animal heat' to revive you. Remember Romy? She's waiting for you, hot and
naked, in a nice warm bed. We'll all be watching as she tries to warm you up
once we lower your body temperature far enough and pull you out of the water."

	Heinz was unceremoniously dumped into the freezing water. He gasped as
the frigid water hit him like an icy fist. He could hardly breath as the cold
clamped his chest in it's painful embrace. Inside the flight suit, his scrotum
shrivelled to a half-walnut and his penis shrank to a small cocktail sausage. 
His goose-pimpled skin turned blue and he began to shiver uncontrollably.

	The scientists watched the reading from the rectal thermometer as his
body temperature  began to lower dramatically.


	Chapter 32 - Pep Talk

	Early in the morning, Romy and the other fucksluts had received their
daily motivational lecture. Their jaws were stretched achingly wide by bright
red, over-size, rubber ball-gags. Nude, standing in a large semi-circle with
their hands tied behind their backs, they watched as the new fuckslut was
trotted in. A natural blond, Simone was the typical long-legged, big-breasted
beauty that was selected for the fuckslut squad, plucked from one of the trains
going to the death camps. Her long blond hair flowed dramatically to her waist.

	Every day, a new member joined the team of hard-humping SS whore slaves.
Every day, the poorest performing member of the team was retired.

	Like the rest, Simone was stark naked. Like the rest, she quickly had a
noose slipped around the base of each of her big breasts and cinched tight.
Aching breasts turning purple, looking like dangerously over-inflated balloons
about to burst, she was hoisted up by her tits to join the chorus line of nude
beauties prancing prettily on tiptoe.

	Nurse Heidi eyed her groaning captive audience. Their pretty faces were
red, their quivering buns were tight and their calves were straining nicely. She
considerately gave them a few moments to settle in, their stretched, strangled
breasts turning a deeper shade of purple while they waited, groaning miserably.
After an indecently long interval, Heidi started her spiel.

	"I'd like to welcome Simone to our group. For her benefit, I'll explain.
You are all whores. You fuck. You suck. You get squirted with sperm. Your
performance is observed and rated by the staff. Each day, the whore who isn't
delivering enough sperm winning performances is eliminated and serves as an
example to the rest. A new one takes her place. Today, the new one is Simone. If
she doesn't put out well enough today, she'll be tomorrow's example for the rest
of you."

	Heidi looked down the line of sweat slick whores.

	"The question is, who is Simone replacing? Who is the example?"

	Heidi walked down the line, drawing small frantic squeals as she snapped
each trembling trollop's obscenely swollen nipples with her swagger stick. She
reached the end of the line, turned around and walked behind them, slowly and
deliberately, stopping behind each one, pondering the fate of each fearful
flatbacker. She stopped suddenly and slapped Nicolette hard on the bum with her
swagger stick. Nicolette squealed frantically, fear-crazed, into the oversize
ball-gag.

	"Nicolette! You lazy slut! You're just going through the motions these
days. Your heart isn't into fucking, but your vocal cords will soon be into
screaming. Simone, watch carefully! Tomorrow, this could easily be you!"

	Next to a long skewer heating over a brazier, a pan of cooking oil was
bubbling over a burner on a small metal cart. Heidi wheeled it over to
Nicolette, who was dancing desperately on her bare tiptoes. Simone's deep blue
eyes were huge as she watched Nurse Heidi dip a turkey baster into the pan and
fill it with the boiling oil.

	The boiling oil sizzled as Heidi squeezed the bulb and squirted it over
Nicolette's pretty face. Nicolette, her bright red face cooking, blasted out a
series of haunting, inhuman shreiks that seared Simone's soul. The horrified
whores watched in complete terror. Urine spurted down the inside of quaking
thighs as Heidi filled the turkey baster once more and squirted bubbling hot oil
over Nicolette's taut bare belly. Like her once-pretty face, Nicolette's belly
was instantly a bright fiery red. Her voice cranked several notches higher and
hoarser, raw with the incredibly agonizing pain.

	Her breasts and buns were basted with boiling oil. As she slowly cooked
alive, Nicolette screamed hard and high for her extremely attentive captive
audience. Even if they shut their eyes, the inhuman piercing shreiks skewered
their souls. Whenever Nicolette's hideous, agonized screaming began to die down,
Heidi squirted an scalding shot of boiling oil over her privates to encourage
Nicolette to sing her lungs out once more. 

	An obscene length of time later, Heidi grew restive. She put on heavy
mitts and picked up the red hot skewer that had been heating up all along,
adding to the heat in a room that was very hot and sweaty indeed.

	Poor Nicolette screamed so high that the guard dogs began barking as the
red hot skewer sizzled between her ass cheeks and entered her rectum. She
shreiked dementedly as Heidi slowly shoved the hissing skewer deeper and deeper,
cooking her guts as it went, until at last, it burst her thunderously pounding
heart. The aroma of cooked meat was layered on to the swell of sweat, urine,
cooking oil and heated metal as poor Nicolette's naked body, with a last
violent, convulsive shudder, gave up the ghost.

	Heidi waited a moment for the tableau to be burnt indelibly into
tremulous, fear-ridden brains. Satisfied that the fucksluts were quaking nicely,
Heidi nodded to the guards. The SS sex slaves were let down and sent on their
way to begin their day: white, shaking, deeply traumatized, as powerfully
motivated as fear-trained whores could be to suck and fuck for their very lives.

	Heidi squeezed Romy's buns as she let her down. Romy gasped as Heidi
delved between her legs and penetrated her for a quick finger fuck. Heidi liked
the meat to feel like meat.

	"Romy! You gave a HOLE new meaning to headmistress! You were the shits
as a teacher so the Third Reich has found your true calling. You're a natural
born Slurp Slut."

	Romy looked less than enchanted with her new career as Heidi hustled her
to what the staff jocularly referred to as Slurp Slut Central. Heidi gestured at
the wall.

	"You've been here before. You know the drill. I'll be back in the
afternoon to collect you for some real romantic fun! You get to fuck Heinz one
more time and then you get to really shake those big hooters."

	The wall had a series of waist-high holes in it. Romy squatted before
one. Soldiers stepped up to the wall, dropped their drawers and shoved their
dick and balls through the hole. On the other side of the hole, a naked mouth
whore sucked him off as quickly as possible and spat his sperm into a test tube,
collecting the precious genetic material of the Master Race for the artificial
insemination human breeding experiments. It was raw, completely depersonalized
sex. Romy and the others were measured by how much sperm they collected. At the
beginning of the next day, after wondering about it all night, the loser got to
scream for the edification of the rest before she died. It was a wonderfully
inspirational way to start the day.

	Romy had the first of a long series of dicks shoved into her face.
Naked, squatting over a bowl, Romy emptied her bladder as she started to work.
Her urine spalttered noisily into the bowl and splashed the inside of her
thighs. Washroom breaks had been abolished as they cut into a Slurp Slut's
productivity.

	Romy flicked her pink tongue skilfully over the penis and sucked on the
knob while she vigorously pumped the shaft with her hand. A thick spermwad
sprayed onto her tongue. She licked it up, running her finger from the scrotal
sac, up the underside of the penis, to squeeze the last pearly drops of cum into
her mouth.  She spat the sperm into the test tube and a nurse labelled it. 	 	
Romy sipped a quick drink of water as the next soldier stepped up to the hole in
the wall and shoved in his dick and balls. On the other side, Romy ran her
strong tongue up and down the shaft of his manroot and went through the routine
once more to collect sperm for the breeding experiments.

	Heidi looked down the line of squatting, peeing, sucking, licking,
pumping, spitting Slurp Sluts, big bare breasts bobbing gently as they worked.
The competition was fierce. The agonized shreiks of yesterday's loser kept
ringing in their ears and the sight of her long drawn out death spasms replayed
ceaselessly in their deeply traumatised minds. The squatting lovelies sucked
like vacuum pumps, the only sound being the lipsmack of penis kissing blending
with liquid slurping of osculating mouth whores giving skull.

	 	Chapter 33 - Shaken Not Stirred

	Romy was ashen-faced and shaking as Heidi led her into Dr. Totentanz's
lab. Romy had sucked long and hard on Heinz's ice cold penis, but had failed to
revive the old horndog. Heidi had kept Romy licking and slurping on her
corpsicle, warmly encouraging her to vile, deeply depraved acts of necrophilia
as Romy laboured lasciviously on the frozen corpse of her former lover while
everyone watched.

	Dr. Totentanz, a tall cadaverous gentleman who affected a monocle, was
good friends with Dr. Mengele. Dr. Mengele was obsessesed with twins. Dr.
Totentanz's tastes were less exotic. He liked big boobs. 

	Romy looked down the row of superbly endowed nude beauties, the taste of
Heinz's cold clammy cock still on her tongue, wondering what sort of bad shit
this was. Dr. Mengele had done his usual superb job of skimming big breasted,
deluxe wet dreams from the death camps for his buddy Dr. Totentanz. Clothed,
they had looked lovely. Naked, they looked like a support system for a pair of
tits.

	Each of the buxom beauties was strapped upright to a restraining board,
facing outwards. The restraining board was actually composed of three
independent parts.

	Their superb legs were spread wide and pinned to the lower board at
ankles, knees and hips, exposing them lewdly.

	The middle board was for their awesome torsos. It curved outwards. Their
wrists, elbows and shoulders were clamped firmly along the top by thick straps.
The arch of the board forced their monster melons up and out, jiggling
delectably.

	The third board was basically a head clamp that held their heads
immobile. Nobody was looking at their heads as the long line of titanic tits
bobbed majestically.

	The upper and lower boards were fixed but the middle one could rotate
left and right.

	Each of the curvaceous cuties gasped and cursed as the Kunt Klamp was
inserted and tightened. The Kunt Klamp was Dr. Totentanz's delightful invention.
It consisted of a three inch wide greased steel rod that was inserted vaginally
as far as it would go and then screwed down firmly to the bottom board. It
immobilized a bitch's waist completely.

	Dr. Totentanz went down the line of luscious lovelies and and allowed
each to fully savour the experience of having a chilled, deeply ridged rod
rammed into her cunt and buried as deeply as possible. Dr. Totentanz twisted and
pumped each thick rod energetically to make sure that it was seated properly
before he clamped it down brutally tight. Each pulchritudinous pretty was
red-faced and shreiking, bimbolicious tits aquiver, by the time he was satisfied
that they were properly penetrated and immobilised.

	He had gotten the idea for this experiment while watching a can of paint
being shaken in an automatic shaker at a paint store. The middle board was the
shaker attached to a small, but powerful motor. He flicked the switch. The
motors hummed and the line of gigantic super melons began to shimmer gently.

	He cranked up the juice a bit. The long line of jumbo jugs shook like
jello. The quivering chorus line began to groan hauntingly in long shuddery
moans. Dr. Totentanz adjusted his monocle and watched, fascinated, as thick
lines of snot dribbled from their nostrils, shaken loose from their lungs and
liquified by the tit shaker.

	Romy moaned and struggled to breath, smothering in snot, her violently
shivering jumbo jugs putting a severe strain on her aching chest. It felt like
they were tearing loose.

	He cranked it up a bit more.

	The row of super snoobs shook wildly, the nipples a rosy blur. Flat bare
bellies shivered. Dr. Totentanz and the sniggering nurses stepped back,
anticipating what was going to happen next.

	The chesty cuties' churning guts emptied out of every available orifice.
They puked over their shuddering mammaries. They shat themselves, the shit
pureed to a brown liquid that mixed with the pee spurting from their crotches.

	Blood foamed from their mouths and nostrils as their internal organs
shook loose and ruptured, their guts liquifying into a putrid mass.

	Romy screamed mindlessly, her life's blood frothing from her lips. The
agony was the most intense that she had ever experienced as every system in her
body shut down permanently.

	Almost simultaneously, the row of shuddering, juddering beauties packed
it in. Lungs ruptured. Hearts tore, ripped loose and burst asunder.

	It was over.

	Dr. Totentanz turned off the machine. His stress test was complete.

	All the once proud, self supporting super snoobs were now sagging like
empty flour sacks. He called in the clean-up crew of short-lived 'trusties'  to
mop up while he went to inspect Dr. Mengele's next set of beauty contest
winners.

  	Chapter 34 - Pedal Pushers

	The row of stark naked beauties perched apprehensively on the seats of
their stationary exercise bicycles. They sat up nice and straight, courtesy of
their cunts being wrapped around thick dildoes that projected up from where
their cuntlips kissed the bicycle seats. Their dainty wrists were brutally wired
together behind their bare backs, palms out. Blood seeped out as the cruel wires
ate into their smooth, young skin. Their pretty feet were clamped into heavy
boots attached to the pedals.

	Nurse Heidi smiled lovingly at her neice. Hanna stared wide-eyed at the
row of sweating nude nookie.

	"The Third Reich supplies us with a virtually unending supply of top
quality guinea pigs. Look at them! Perfect physical specimens.  The cream of the
crop! Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, political dissidents, along with a few people
who just generally piss us off!"

	Hanna giggled.

	"Like Karin, sitting pretty on the end there!"

	Heidi grinned.

	"Exactly! Let's get them started."

	She flipped the switch that turned on the power to the motors and turned
the knob to a low setting.

	The pedals began to turn, driven by powerful electric motors. Long
shapely legs began to pump along. Bare buttocks dimpled prettily. Big bare boobs
bobbed rhythmically. Heidi and Hanna enjoyed the spectacle for awhile. Heidi
cranked up the speed.

	Unwillingly, the panting cyclists began pedalling furiously. White
thighs flashed, pumping hard. Bare bums bounced. Cunts enflamed as they shivered
up and down the thick dildoes quivering between their legs. Sweat trickled down
their heaving torsos and sprayed from their nipples as the cursing beauties
began their bicycle ride to hell.

	Heidi kept them pedalling dementedly until the cursing died out
completely, the pretty panting pussies huffing and puffing too hard to say
anything.  She cranked it up another notch.

	Karin and the others screamed and sobbed as their legs were forced to go
faster than it was humanly possible to pedal. Their knees and hips became
centers of searing pain as they were jerked around and around violently. Naked
breasts shook wildly. Erect, fear-hardened nipples showered sweat. The narrow
bicycle seats burned into their crotches,  their pistoning legs driven
mercilessly by the powerful electric motors. Aching, reamed out pussies screamed
in anguish.

	One by one, they passed out, held upright by the mighty piston that
penetrated them more deeply, and opened them wider, than any lover could. After
the last delectable body had slumped unconscious in her seat, Heidi stopped the
motors. Their feet were unclamped from the heavy boots. Sweaty, unconscious
bodies were pulled from their seats, unsheathing the warm, bloody pistons
between their legs with an audible pop. They were loaded onto gurneys and taken
to be inspected.

	Karin awoke just as her naked body was strapped spread-eagled to the
stainless steel autopsy table. Dr. Bernhard peered at her through his thick
spectacles. He chatted cheerfully with his wide-eyed victim as he arranged the
surgical implements from the dissecting kit on the metal tray.

	"Ah! Sleeping beauty has awoken!"

	Karin noticed Heidi and Hanna grinning down at her through the glass
above, sitting in the observers gallery. The nurses, along with a selection of
shameless sluts who put out for the guards and staff, loved watching the naked
women scream as they were gutted like fish. 	

	At the autopsy table next to Karin, the hot-tempered nymph spread out on
it, stark naked and completely helpless, mistakenly figured that she had nothing
to lose. Lovely Lisl inflated her pulchritudinous chest and ripped into her
Doctor.

	"You're just a dirty little turd! You're jealous of someone like me
who's good-looking, smart and charming. Look at you! You're just a disgusting,
filthy toad who hasn't a hope!"

	The tart tongued trollop had thrown a well-aimed spear. The Doctor, a
squat woman with no visible neck and bulging eyes, gave her mouthy patient a
look that belonged to a very venomous toad indeed. She nodded at her assistant.
With the skill of long practise, her badly scarred minion clamped the mouthy
bitch's head, positioning it perfectly for the Doctor's next move.

	The Doctor jammed her knife blade between Lisl's pouty lips and sliced
her mouth open back to the ears on each side, exposing perfect teeth and gums.
She deftly sliced the tendons and ligaments holding Lisl's jaw in place and
unhinged it.

	Her hideous assistant gripped Lisl's tongue with a surgical clamp. He
scrambled up onto the table, stood straddling her head and, using both hands,
pulled upwards with all of his considerable stregth. Lisl arched up, smooth bare
buttocks lifting off the table, big tits aquiver, squawking and gagging as the
squat Doctor dug deep with the scalpel, cutting her tongue out by the roots.
After Lisl had flopped back onto the table with the brutal excision of her
tongue, she sawed off Lisl's coral ears and sliced off her pert nose for good
measure.

	She politely turned to her neighbor.

	"I believe that you collect nipples, Dr. Bernhard?"

	"Yes, indeed!"

	"Here, I'll save the whole breasts so you can inspect the milk glands,
too."

	"Very considerate of you!"

	She placed the long, finely honed blade of her autopsy knife against the
base of Lisl's breasts. It sliced them off smoothly. She placed them, dripping
blood, on a stainless steel tray like a master chef delivering a souffle. She
beamed at Dr. Bernhard, definitely a fellow toad.

	"Dinner is served!"

	They both had a gigglesnort over that. She turned and hissed
triumphantly at her gibbering victim.

	"Who looks like a toad now, fuckface?"

	She slit Lisl's belly, opening her up breastbone to crotch, and pulled
out a fistful of steaming guts. She sniffed Lisl's intestines and grinned at the
bloody travesty of a woman who stared back, her deep blue eyes wide in complete
horror.

	"Did anyone ever tell you that you smell like shit?" 

	At the next table, Dr. Bernhard smiled down at Karin's young,
panic-stricken face as terror crushed her heart in it's icy grip.

	Hurriedly, Karin decided to take a leaf out of her mother's book. She
looked coyly at Dr. Bernhard and licked her lips lewdly. She jiggled her tits
seductively.

	"You don't have to do this! I give great head. I give great hand jobs.
I've got a really tight cunt and a tight little heinie hole. I may be young, but
I've had lots of experience."

	She pumped her hips suggestively.

	"I'm a great ride. You don't get to fuck a babe like me every day. Try
me and see!"

	Dr. Bernhard corrected her indulgently, thinking that a touch of bad
french made him a man of the world.

	"Au contraire! The glorious fatherland is snuffing millions. We strip
them naked and I get my pick, all eager to put out rather than scream in the
ovens. Blonds! Redheads! Brunettes! Raven haired beauties! Bleach blonds even!
Full figured, long lovely legs, self-supporting mammaries, perfect nipples, nice
curly pubic bushes, slim waists, taut muscled bellies, heart-breakingly lovely
faces, very experienced, desperate beauties eager to perform the most depraved
acts to amuse me."

	He looked at Karin contemptuously.

	"I have complete access to the primest pussy in Germany! You're just
used baggage with nothing to offer that I can't get better and fresher."

	Dr. Bernhard eyed Karin's small perfect nipples. Karin whimpered as fear
scoured her pounding heart.

	"As you may have heard, I collect nipples. It's not part of the
experiment, but I just can't resist!"

	With rapidly increasing hysteria, her voice squeaking higher and higher,
Karin begged deperately as he pinched one of her nipples and pulled it away from
her chest. With his other hand, he picked up the autopsy knife. He rested the
nine inch blade against the tightly stretched tit meat just under the aureola.
Karin screamed as he sawed off first one nipple and then the other. He gave her
trembling thigh a friendly squeeze.

	"Enough fun! Now we get serious!"

	He carved open her belly, slicing a line of  burning agony across the
top of her pubic triangle. Karin's eyes bulged in horror as he reached in and
pulled out the first handful of steaming guts. She parted her lips, breathed
deeply and shreiked dementedly, the spittle flying, joining the harsh, shrill
chorus of the damned as he deftly removed her entrails. He made her scream time
and time again as he sliced her open to the bone to study her swollen hip and
knee joints.

	Looking down from above, eyes gleaming excitedly, cunts turgid and
moist, nipples erect, the cruel bitches in the gallery, connoiseurs of obscene
torment, moaned  softly. Their fingers delved furtively inside their panties as
they languished in a different sort of delightfully depraved anguish.


	Chapter 35 - The Acid Test

	Sly-eyed Ilsa smiled encouragingly at her groaningly pregnant patient as
she was shepherded into the lab by Hans and Otto, your friendly neighborhood SS
perverts. Even bloated by pregnancy, Magdalena was a stunning specimen, a proud
young trophy wife before the SS had laid their clammy mitts on her delectable
young body and her husband's fortune. His art collection was now sailing to
South America in a U-boat.

	Few of the Nazi leadership really believed that it was going to last.
The smart ones were energetically scooping all the loot that they could, now
that the war was heading into it's final phases. It was also getting to be the
last chance for some payback, which is where Magdelena fit in.

	Ilsa adopted a kindly, benevolent air as she introduced herself, a
health professional doing her job.

	"I'm Nurse Ilsa. I understand that your water has broken and you're
about to give birth."

	Sweating heavily, Magdalena nodded.

	"Yes, Nurse."

	Ilsa gestured at the photographer with the movie camera.

	"We'll be filming this, an educational thing. The beauty of a human
birth. You understand!"

	Magdelena couldn't have cared less as the contractions hit her.

	Nurse Ilsa patted a gleaming, stainless steel chair with a large
circular hole in the seat. Taking a leaf out of her friend Nurse Heidi's book,
her entire demeanor radiated solicitous concern as she spoke encouragingly.

	"This is a birthing chair. Perhaps you've heard of them? They used to be
quite popular in former times. It allows you to give birth more easily, assisted
by the force of gravity."

	Magdalena looked at the birthing chair in confusion. It didn't seem too
bad. It might even be a good idea. Perhaps they had pity on pregnant women. Ilsa
was delighted to see hope spring into Magdelena's eyes. She nodded curtly to the
guards.

	"Strip her and strap her into the chair!"

	Otto withdrew his ceremonial SS dagger from it's ornate scabbard. He
slit  Magdelena's baggy prison dress down the back. Hans, in front, pulled it
off. She was naked underneath. The Third Reich didn't waste money on bras and
panties for it's morgue meat.

	Magdalena was forced roughly into the chair. Her dainty feet were
strapped into the wide-spread stirrups. Her slim wrists were strapped together
behind the back of the chair.

	The cameraman focussed on her sweat-slick, naked body. Her heavy breasts
heaved, the nipples leaking milk. Her bare belly stretched out like a drum, the
baby moving visibly underneath the taut skin. He captured her straining face,
bloated a bit with pregnancy, but beautiful nevertheless.

	A large bowl filled with a clear liquid was placed under the chair.
Grinning, Ilsa explained things to her grunting, gravid guinea pig.

	"This is a test of self control. The bowl contains acid. If you squeeze
out your baby within the next hour, it will fall into the acid and you can
listen to it scream as it dies. If you manage to hold it in for the next hour, I
will remove the bowl and deliver it properly as I have been trained to do."

	Magdalena shot Ilsa a look of raw hatred.

	"You sick perverted pig-slut! You're lower than dogshit!"

	Nurse Ilsa smiled pleasantly.

	"For that, you get to sit there for two hours until I remove the bowl."

	She smirked sweetly at the big-bellied member of the porked and storked
club.

	"Do you have anything else to say?"

	Magdalena swallowed hard and hastily decided to change her tactics.

	"Please, have mercy! You are a Nurse, a healer, sworn to help those in
need, a woman. You should be helping me. Please help me. You... urg umph.."

	Otto, behind her, reached around and popped the ball gag between her
pleading lips and strapped it in place. Ilsa patted Magdelena's trembling thigh
affectionately.

	"The gag is to help you focus on holding that baby in. You mustn't
squander your energy on useless words. Your medical records show that your
previous children came out pretty quickly. Try and hold this one in for two
hours. Your baby's life depends entirely on your self-control."

	Red-faced and dripping with sweat, the full-breasted beauty squatted and
trembled, battling both her contractions and the force of gravity. Her large
nipples oozed milk. Her lovely face grimaced, contorted with pain. The veins in
her forehead stood out, throbbing violently. She clenched her small fists and
moaned. Her bare toes squirmed and her pretty feet flexed in the stirrups. The
surrounding Nazis watched her straining, quivering nakedness with interest. The
cameraman captured it all.

	Magdalena had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but she had an
excellent feel for it. After almost exactly two hours of straining torment, she
looked pleadingly at Ilsa. Ilsa made a big show of looking at her watch.

	"Another hour to go!"

	Hans and Otto laughed coarsely and Magdalena knew that she was being
played for a fool. Her eyes filled with despair. She grunted and groaned,
desperately willing herself to hold her child in. The top of the baby's head
began to be visible through the vaginal opening. With an incredible, titanic
effort, Magdalena squeezed her cunt shut. The baby's head disappeared back
inside her.

	Panting hard, grunting like a herniated pig, Magdalena lasted another
painful, gut- rupturing ten minutes. Flecks of foam appeared on her lips as she
struggled madly, trying with insane desperation to prevent the birth.

	Finally, the inevitable happened. The baby began to appear. Magdalena
strained mightly, striving hysterically to prevent it, but Mother Nature was not
to be denied.

	The baby screamed as it splashed into the large bowl of liquid.

	It was just water. Magdalena's hysterical struggles had been entirely
pointless. The soldiers and Ilsa laughed hard, slapping their knees in delight.
Magdalena slumped, totally exhausted, sobbing hard.

	Ilsa snipped the umbilical cord. She washed the baby in the bowl, held
it up by the ankles and slapped it's bum. It let out another lusty cry.

	"A rug rat is born!"

	Ilsa gripped Magdalena by the hair as she messily pumped out the
afterbirth.

	"Do you remember Dr. Bernhard? You knew him at University? You used to
mock him and call him a four-eyed fuck-face?" 	 	Magdalena nodded,
blubbering hard. Nurse Ilsa smiled.

	"He's sorry that he couldn't be here to witness the birth of your child,
but he sends his regards!"

	Ilsa gestured towards the grinning photographer.

	"Dr. Bernhard will watch the film with interest!"

	As Magdalena's eyes widened in horror and sudden understanding, Ilsa
nodded at Hans, standing behind the birthing chair. He expertly flicked the
strangling wire over Magdalena's head and jerked hard. Her eyes bulged as the
thin wire cut into her throat, severing the carotid artery. Blood sprayed out.
Hans, with the skill of long practice, mugging for the camera, playfully drew
patterns on the white wall with the spraying blood while he choked her like a
chicken.


	 	Chapter 36 - Closing Up Shop

	Newly arrived, lovely Lisette hated everything.

	Her drab, ill-fitting, labrat uniform sucked. Her cold, dank, windowless
cell sucked. The lack of eager-to-please, male admirers dancing attendance on
her sucked. Being raped by drooling perverts really sucked.

	The good news was that the Allies were winning and rolling over these
fuckhead Nazis no problem. She just had to hang in there until she was
liberated. It was only a matter of days.

	She jumped as the steel door to her cell sprang open and slammed hard
against the wall. Dr. Bernhard stepped in, flanked by two tough guards. Lisette
thought that Dr. Bernhard was exactly the sort of bald, pencil neck geek she
would have blown away in a heartbeat on the outside if he had even dared to look
at her. Dr. Bernhard, who knew that he was exactly that sort of pencil neck
geek, had one word for the haughty Lisette.

	"Strip!"

	Lisette hesitated. Dr. Bernhard was politlely encouraging.

	"Do you want the guards to help you, fraulein?"

	Lisette rolled her eyes, gave a world weary sigh and stripped. Behind
his coke bottle bottom glasses, Dr. Bernhard's grotesquely magnified eyes drank
in her superb young bod while she stared down at the disgusting little pervert
disdainfully.

	"Hands behind your back!"

	Lisette's wrists and elbows were tied tightly behind her, forcing her to
stand up straight, chest out, her big melons popping forward in a quiveringly
delectable display. She was gagged and blindfolded for ease of handling. Lisette
grunted as Dr. Bernhard snapped on the nipple clamps and screwed them tight. She
really squealed when he reached between her legs, snapped on the spiky clit
clamp and screwed it brutally tight. Each clamp was connected via a short chain
to a metal O ring. Lisette grimaced and groaned as he tugged sharply on the O
ring to guide her along.

	"This way, slut."

	Keeping up the pressure, he led her squealing down the corridor. He
trotted the naked beauty into a big warehouse filled with groaning, sobbing
women, each a perfect physical specimen. Blonds, redheads, brunettes, raven
haired beauties, black, white, oriental, short, statuesque - Dr. Bernhard had
them all. The room stank of piss, feces and fear sweat.

	Lisette had no clue as he ran the blindfolded beauty headfirst into a
heavy cement pillar. She bounced off the pillar and sat down abruptly.

	Stunned, she offered no resistance as she was lifted into the air and
her legs parted. She screamed into her gag as she was lowered onto the thick
spike. The sharp point entered her love canal smoothly, penetrated her fully and
pricked the top of her cuntal passage. She stood squealing frantically on tiptoe
as her life's blood began to flow down the deep grooves in the spike. 	 	
Her blindfold was removed. Lisette stared in horror at the long row of spiked
beauties. A crossbar prevented each from sinking very low. The spike couldn't
penetrate deep enough to burst their hearts. Each, like her, was being left to
slowly, obscenely bleed out. Each shreiked and sobbed miserably into her gag,
filling their ample torsos with air and screaming out the harshly dissonant
chorus of the damned with their dying breaths, bright red arterial blood
flooding down their inner thighs. Gibbering in horror, Lisette screamed right
along.

	Another long row of nudes stood on bare tiptoes. A taut wire noose
attached to a creaking ceiling beam ate into their smoothly stretched throats.
Tongues protruding, bloodshot eyes bulging, their cyanotic blue faces were
contorted in agony. Nipples erect, nude straining bodies slick with sweat, tits
jiggling delectably, they breathed in a crude, contrapuntal chorus of raw,
croaking gasps. The long row of tight bare buns dimpled prettily. Their thigh
and calf muscles were taut and twitching as they struggled desperately to ease
the brutal pressure of the cruel choke wires.  With wrists wired together behind
their backs, their fingers writhed sinuously and their arms jerked spastically
as they fought fiercely, but futilely, to free themselves. All that happened was
that their wrists were rubbed raw and bloody as the unyielding, tightly twisted
wire cut into their skin pitilessly. 

	After the medical staff left, the desperate, dying babes had a new
problem. The floor of the warehouse grew quite slippery under their tiptoes as
bowels and bladders emptied, mixing messily with the blood. The stench of urine
and feces mixed with the coppery smell of blood. Small screams filled the air as
the spiked babes slipped. The spike burrowed cruelly, obscenely into their most
intimate orifice until stopped by the crossbar. When the noosed babes slipped,
they quietly turned a deeper shade of cyanotic purple.

	Elsewhere, the shutdown of the medical facility and the elimination of
troublesome witnesses was proceeding equally well.

	Chapter 37 - Swimming Lesson

	On the floor of a stench ridden basement room, a row of hysterical nude
french resistance babes were hogtied, wrists and ankles wired together behind
them, eyeing the big shitpit next to them in deep dread. The wickedly
troublesome french resistance lovelies, spying actresses in a touring theatre
group, had been shipped to the facility for special treatment. Haughty, snotty,
shamelessly exploitive beauties, they were more used to teasing and being
pampered by rich playboys than to being snuffmeat in obscene experiments.

	To lovely, raven-haired Monique, spying was just a sort of practical
joke she played quite successfully on stupid, eager-to-please men. She cried out
for the disciplinarian hand of a strong woman. Heidi was happy to make time in
her busy schedule to accomodate the meddlesome mummers. Despite the hurried
shutdown of the facility, Heidi had a plan to make them linger.

	She pinched Monique's nostrils shut until the raven-haired beauty parted
her luscious lips to gasp. Heidi popped the strong spring into Monique's mouth
and released the clamp holding it shut. The spring popped open, forcing the
squealing beauty's jaws to open achingly wide. Heidi grinned.

	"There! That should make everything nice and tasty once we lower you
into the pit! Don't worry! We've diluted the shit with generous amounts of urine
to make it all gooey and slimy so that it will ooze into every available crack
and orifice. Let's open those eyeballs nice and wide to give them a nice fecal
wash."

	Small hooks attached to a small frame were slipped under Monique's
eyelids. The frame was opened and Monique's eyelids were pulled wide open,
exposing her baby blues beautifully. Heidi regarded her work with satisfaction.

 	"Let's stick in the breathing tubes so you don't drown."

	Rubber corks were smeared with glue and jammed up Monique's nostrils. A
breathing tube was  forced through a hole drilled in the centre of each cork. A
heavy lead collar was clamped around Monique's pale white throat. Monique and
the others were going to last a long time breathing at the bottom of the deep
shitpit. Monique screamed hard as a thick skewer pierced both her tits and heavy
weights were clamped onto either end. Heidi beamed.

	"That's just to make sure that you don't float to the top. We want you
to be true bottom-feeding scumsuckers."

	The other french spies were dealt with similarly. In case they were
having too good a time, Heidi had one last little treat for them.   

	Nurse Heidi went down the line holding a metal bucket. Her gloved hand
dipped into the bucket and rammed a handfull of squirming maggots into each
screaming beauty's cunt. The deep swimming pool, filled with a malodorous
mixture of fecal filth and urine, steamed like the evil, miasmic swamp it was.

	Heidi slapped Monique hard on the rump, leaving the red imprint of her
hand on Monique's smoothly rounded, alabaster assglobe.

	"Remember to breath through the nose!"

	Monique was lowered slowly into the shitpit, a human submarine being
launched on it's first, and last, voyage into a brown, slithering swamp of filth
that eagerly sucked her white nakedness into it's disease-ridden, filthy
embrace. Feculence filled her mouth, bathed her wide open eyeballs, oozed into
her earholes and seeped into her slit. She disappeared, struggling and
shreiking, into the brown fetid slime.

	One by one, each french bitch was lowered, struggling frantically, into
the shitpit. Their writhing, naked bodies disappeared under the brown slime as
the disgusting, stinking ooze filled their orifices, gagging and choking as the
tastebuds on their fully exposed, pretty pink tongues were coated with reeking
manure marinated in piss. After the last struggling, maggot-filled babe had been
buried completely in deep shit, the only sounds were the insane, gibbering
shreiks coming up the breathing tubes.

	Heidi watched as the guards spot welded the soundproof steel door shut.
She put a sign on the door. It had a skull and crossbones on it and warned of
dangerous toxic contamination in French, English, German and Russian.

	"I wonder how long those bitches will rot in there?"

	They all shrugged. No one was waiting around to find out. She went to
visit her good friend Ilsa.

	Chapter 38 - Fire Maidens

	Ilsa had a row of nudes hanging by their ankles from meathooks set in a
track in the ceiling. The deeply frightened beauties were slick with sweat. They
heard the raw screams from the other rooms and had gathered that the medical
facility was being shut down in the most brutal manner possible. They hung
upside down, their slim wrists clamped in tight steel handcuffs fastened to the
back of leather collars. Heidi smiled appreciatively.

	"They all have a crotch gap! They're each the sort of woman that, no
matter how tightly she squeezes her thighs together, her cunt is exposed."

	She knew her friend well and wondered what delight she had in store for
her row of squirming nudes.

	 "That can't be a coincidence. What are you going to do with them?"

	Ilsa grinned and picked up a big spool of fuse cord.

	"I'm going to thread the fuse cord between their crotch gaps so it rests
on their cuntlips."

	Heidi eyed the cans of gasoline. She could see where this was going and
was helpful.

	"Why don't you jam a loop down each one's cunt while you're at it?"

	Ilsa laughed delightedly.

	"I like the way you think!"

	The row of nudes really began to sweat, squeal and squirm as Ilsa and
Heidi set to work. They started with the one on the end, jammed a loop of fuse
cord into her cunt and then threaded the fuse through the crotch gaps of the
rest, jamming a loop in each cunt. Ilsa and Heidi soaked each beauty with a
generous quantity of gasoline.

	Hans poked his head in to see how it was going. Heidi perked up.

	"Hans, why don't you show Ilsa your nice zippo lighter?"

	Ilsa clapped her hands and jumped up and down excitedly like a little
girl.

	"Ooooooo! Goodie! Goodie! Can I see your lighter, Uncle Hans?"

	Hans laughed good naturedly and handed it over. Ilsa flicked it and
applied the good, strong flame to the fuse. As it caught, hissing and sparking,
the gas-soaked sweetmeat went ballistic. They struggled and twisted maniacally,
big tits bouncing and bare buns flexing, moaning and squealing into their gags.
The one on the end stared obsessively at the approaching flame. Her baby blues
bulged as the flame sizzled closer and closer. Her lithe form strained mightily
as she bent and writhed desperately.

	Her eyes were wide as the sparking flame travelled smoothly, eating it's
way along the fuse towards her crotch. The flame touched her cuntlips and she
went up with a whoosh. She squealed like a steam calliope, the writhing, fiery
embodiment of pure agony.

	One by one, the squealing, writhing beauties ignited. Ilsa, Heidi and
Hans watched in fascination. The heat was intense and the smell of cooking cunt
filled the room. Ilsa showed them the concentration camp number freshly tattooed
on her arm.

	"Now that all the witnesses are taken care of, I'll put on some rags and
pretend to be one of the concentration camp survivors."

	Heidi laughed in delight. 	 	"Whose number is it? Anyone I
know?"

	"Ilsa Steinberg, an orphan. She's the third screaming torch from the
left, a real mouthy bitch. No one will miss her! I don't even have to change my
first name!"

	Ilsa, Heidi and Hans listened solemnly to the row of shreiking bitches
roasting alive. By now their gags had burned away and they were producing
powerful, full-throated screams, reflecting the deepest agony a human being can
experience.

	Ilsa turned off the lights and started the motor that drove the track in
the ceiling that the fiery fuckmeat was suspended from. The dangling beauties
were pulled along the circular track in the cavernous room. Ilsa and Heidi held
hands, two bitches from hell bonding beautifully in the light of the flickering
flames. They watched the moving circle of shreiking, frantically writhing nudes,
each sealed in her own see-through sheath of flame. All Nazis loved a good
torchlight parade and this was one of the best. 	

	When the entertainment was over, they laughed and cried and made their
farewells.

	Final Chapter - The Fourth Reich

	"NAZI GOLD! I love the sound of it!"

	Heidi's eyes were wide as she looked excitedly at the love of her life.
Captain Steiner smirked smugly.

	"The war has been very profitable for some of us, Heidi. However, a wise
businessman knows when to get out of the market. The gold and the art treasures
have been safely shipped to South America and it is now time for us to follow
them."

	At his side, Hans and Otto nodded agreement. Hans puffed serenely on his
pipe as the Captain continued.

	"The U-boat is awaiting us. South America is a wonderful place. It has a
beautiful climate and one percent of the population owns ninety-nine percent of
everything. A land of opportunity! You can do anything! As long as you're in the
one percent!"

	Heidi was enthusiastic.

	"Once again, we'll be part of a true Master Race!"