Part Three

The blond Gestapo officer finally came around with a stonking headache as a result of the rifle butt striking the back of her head. It took her a few minutes to acquaint herself with where she was. She was still in the rescue hut, but her perspective had changed. It took her a few more moments to realise that she was in fact suspended in the air above the centre of the room. Her wrists were tied with a rope that had been thrown over the huts main support beam. She had a gag in her mouth stopping her from uttering any sounds or speaking. On looking around she noticed that all three bodies of her men and the two tortured girls had been removed from the hut. The chairs were now back against the side of the hut, leaving her hanging above a large clear space. Her feet were suspended about two feet off the ground and she now noticed that her ankles were also tied together. She was fully dressed in her uniform except for her forage cap that lay on the table in the corner.

Six of the British Commandos were in the hut, which meant that two more must be outside on some sort of guard duty. She cursed herself for ignoring the basic rules of self-protection and not having one of her own soldiers outside on watch during the interrogations.

The commandos were all looking in her direction. It was obvious that they had been sickened by what they had found in the hut and held her responsible for the butchery that had taken place. She was surprised that they had not executed her while she was still unconscious. The Captains face looked a lot harder than when he first burst into the hut with his men. She didn't realise that while she was out cold he had closely inspected the two bodies of the murdered girls before their bodies had been taken out and buried along with her men's.

On seeing the horrendous injuries that had been inflicted on the two young girls, he had decided that retribution was absolutely necessary in this case. Normally he would never hurt a woman, but he did not consider that this female bitch could ever be considered a woman after what she had inflicted on the dead girls. She deserved some form of similar treatment before her vile person was removed from this earth. As what he was contemplating was usually totally outside of his normal nature, he was having to use the very nature of the injuries he had found on the girls as his guidelines.

The Captains men on the other hand, although sickened by what they had seen, were looking at the suspended Gestapo officer in a very different light. What they saw was a beautiful blond female officer of about thirty years of age in a tight fitting uniform that was stretched taut across her more than ample bosom. Her slim waist and shapely legs looked more like those on a woman seven or eight years younger, the shapely firm buttocks showing through the officer's tight uniform pants also reinforced this impression. The shiny calf length tight patent leather boots that her pants were tucked into seemed to emphasis the erotic effect in their minds.

Finally his mind made up, the Captain crossed over to the suspended woman officer and stood behind her. He had no reason to speak to her, she was going to suffer at his hands and the hands of his men, She was going to pay dearly for her sadistic actions and then she was going to die. So there was nothing to say. Reaching up around her slender waist and under the bottom of her tunic he grabbed hold of her leather belt and withdrew it from its retaining loops. Undoing the buttons on her pants, he yanked them down her legs until he met resistance where they were tucked into her calf boots. She was wearing no draws or undergarments (she had long learnt that these would distort the look of her tight fitting uniforms). When he stepped back with her belt in his hands, she was naked from her waist to her knees; the bottom of her tunic was riding high as a result of her being suspended with her arms above her head.

Walking around the semi naked officer he felt an unexpected stirring in his loins, it had been a long time since he had seen such a beautiful naked body in front of him. He was already beginning to regret the actions he was about to initiate, but he told himself that this bitch didn't deserve to own such a perfect body. He would make sure she didn't have it for long.

The woman's pale skin stood out in sharp relief to the dark material of her uniform. The two taut pale globes of her shapely buttocks attracted the men's gaze, as did the thick bush of blond pubic hair nestling at the top of her closed legs. The Captain again walked to the rear of the suspended woman, this time he raised her own belt and brought it hard down on her backside. He struck her again and again on her arse. Besides the sound of leather hitting supple flesh, only the muffled shrieks of the woman from behind her gag could be heard. After about twenty strokes the Captain handed the belt to the sergeant who also started to use the belt on the woman's rear. This time the target for the belt was the top of her thighs. Again after about twenty strokes the belt was handed to a third man, and then a fourth, until all six men in the hut had used the belt on the woman's rear.

The Captain then got two of the men to remove the woman's tunic and blouse, this was cut away from her with gusto in their eagerness to expose her large white breasts. Once she was completely naked from the knees upwards the Captain retrieved the leather belt and again started to whip the woman's naked flesh. Applying blows to her breasts, as well as her back, buttocks and thighs. He applied over forty strokes to the various parts of her body before handing over the belt to the next man. Again all six men took their turn in thrashing the nearly naked female, whose only reaction was to wriggle about in her bonds at the blows and utter muffled screams into her gag.

On completion of the thrashing by the sixth man, the Captain had a chair placed beneath the woman. He got a couple of men to lower her down a bit by slackening off the rope over the beam. Stopping them before her feet touched the floor, he had her pants cut away leaving her only wearing her shiny calf boots to protect her from total nakedness. This however had the effect of boosting the eroticism of the way she looked to the men. Continuing to have her lowered, her feet were untied and lashed to the two back legs of the chair, which she was facing. When she was secured properly, her arms were lowered further and she was bent forward over the chair back. Her arms were finally released from the main rope and secured to the front legs of the chair.

Once the retying was done she was immobilised bent forwards across the chair back with her legs parted and her arse in the air. Still gagged she was in no position to complain at her treatment. From the rear her anus and blond covered pussy was clearly on display to the awaiting men.

The Captain could not bring himself to take part in the actual rape planed for the woman next, so he put on his coat and checked his weapon and went outside. As he walked out the door he said, "She's all yours. Don't forget to use her arse."

As the door closed behind the officer the men started to play around with the woman's exposed parts, fingering her and kneading the exposed flesh. The woman whimpered behind her gag at the touch of the hated men on her private sex parts, but she was unable to stop their intimate invasion. The door of the hut again opened and the other two commandos, who had been relieved by the officer, came in to the hut, eager to join in the fun on the helpless woman.

The sergeant was the first to drop his pants to expose his throbbing penis and he positioned himself behind the Nazi bitches cunt. With great delight and relief he rammed it up to the hilt in the woman's cunt. This was no lovemaking session, he grabbed her around the hips and rutted into her like a wild animal on heat. It didn't take long for the sex-deprived soldier to shoot his load up the bitches' cunt. As soon as he stepped to one side the next soldier took his place. Eventually all seven soldiers had emptied their seed into the Gestapo officers cunt which was painfully sore by this time. This would not be as painful though as what was to come next for the lesbian officer.

As soon as the last man had finished raping the woman's cunt, the sergeant stepped forward again, his penis again standing to attention in good military fashion. He dipped his fingers into the woman's cunt to get lubrication on them and then worked two sticky fingers into the woman's anus to stretch the entrance to her tight hole in preparation for his cock. When he had opened up the entrance a little, he positioned his penis at the opening and grabbed hold of the woman's hips on either side. Using her hips for leverage he forced his cock up her tight hole as far as he could get it. Pausing for a just a moment for the stretched passageway to adjust to his size, he started to pump his cock into her in a rhythmic way. The blond lesbian had never had anything like this up her back passage and was screaming as loud as she could into the muffling gag with each thrust of the man's penis into her bowels.

The sergeant again emptied his load into the woman's body, this time pumping his seed right into her very bowels before withdrawing his cock from her arse. He was replaced immediately be the next man in turn, until again all seven men had pumped their loads up her arse. When they had all finished their turns, two of the men, including the sergeant, again raped the bitches' cunt for good measure. When they were all completely satisfied the sergeant detail two different men to get dressed and go outside and relieve the Captain from guard duty. Most of the other men lit up cigarettes and took a well-earned rest until the officer returned.

When the Captain returned he looked over at the bound female bitch across the chair, and even though she was now in an obviously distressed state, he could not find it in him to show her any sympathy because of the way she had mistreated the two murdered girls. She needed to know the pain she had caused before she died.

He instructed his men to untie the woman's hands from the chair and bind them behind her back. When this was done they stood her upright, although they had to support her, as she was so weak that her legs were giving way. A rope was passed around her waist and tied to the lashings binding her hands so that they could not be moved. The long rope over the huts beam was again brought down and threaded between the woman's back and her arms and then tied back on itself. As the rope was hauled up it took the strain of the woman's weight so that they no longer had to support her.

One of her legs was untied from a chair leg and lashed to one end of the broom handle that had been attached to the chair earlier. Her other leg was then released and attached to the other end of the handle. Once she had been properly secured and her patent leather boots firmly bound to the pole, which splayed her legs wide apart. She was hauled up on the rope until her feet were about a foot off the ground.

The Captain took out his Zippo petrol cigarette lighter and flipped the top open. As he approached the woman he flipped the flint wheel to ignite the wick, he held the resultant flame under the wide-eyed, now struggling woman's large left breast. As the flame burnt the underside of the breast, he slowly and deliberately moved the flame upwards until it finally reached the moaning woman's left nipple and held it there. The nipple started to sizzle and burn in the heat of the flame, the skin blistering away before he snapped the lighter closed.

He waited for a few minutes for the metal case of the lighter to cool down from the heat of the flame before again striking the flint and repeating the process on the blond's large right breast. Again the woman was moaning and futilely struggling at her bonds to get her burning tit away from the searing flame destroying her delicate flesh. When the nipple had started to blister to match her other one the Captain flipped the hot lighter closed again and stepped back from the woman, who had tears in her eyes for the first time since her punishment had started.

Giving the lighter time to cool down again, and for the woman to partially recover from her ordeal with the flame, the Captain slowly walked around her suspended form to the rear. With her legs splayed apart by the broom handle and her raised position off the ground, he could just see the lips of her pussy and some blond pubic hair showing under the 'v' made by the shapely cheeks of her arse. Once again he flipped open the lid of his lighter and lowered it to between the cheeks of her arse before striking the flint. As the flame rose up towards her misused anus she started to struggle violently in her bonds. Two of the men stepped forward to hold her bound feet steady as the Captain very slowly moved the lighter forwards. The flame started to heat up the flesh between the woman's front and back passage before moving forwards to lick at the lips of her cunt. Slowly, ever so slowly, the flame moved along the lips of her cunt towards the front, finally stopping right below her clitoris, where it stayed until she passed out from the shear pain on her most sensitive part. Once the Captain realised that the woman had lost consciousness, he flipped the lighter closed and withdrew his hand from between her legs.

While the woman was unconscious he had his men bind her breasts tightly with some thin lashing rope. The bindings circled her breasts close to her ribcage and some did a figure of eight around both breasts. When they had finished, the front of her large breasts were ballooning over the top of the tight lashings, because the ropes were so tight the breasts were turning deep purple due to the trapped blood supply inside them.

While waiting for the woman to regain consciousness he instructed most of his men on his plans for the sadistic woman's execution and sent them outside to make the required preparations, then he pulled up one of the chairs in front of the woman and used his lighter for its proper intended purpose. While he smoked his cigarette he contemplated on the changes that had occurred in him during these years of war, which would allow him to even contemplate misusing a woman in this way, regardless of how she had treated others.

The restrained blond Gestapo officer started to regain consciousness, signalled by her muted moans into her gag. She was in a lot of pain from the severe burning of her delicate female parts, and the tight bindings on her chest that had appeared were making her endure a continuous throbbing pain in her tits.

The Captain got up and removed the woman's gag from her mouth, using a handkerchief from his pocket soaked in the icy water from the washbasin on the table, he dabbed at her lips and squeezed some of the liquid into her mouth. He wasn't sure if it was in fact pity for the woman, or the fact that he wanted her to be alert enough for her to realise what was going to happen to her during her execution. Either way he decided to at least give her the dignity of leaving her gag off.

One of his men came back in to inform him that the preparations that he had ordered were now ready. He told the man to get four of his comrades to help move the blond outside to the place that was made ready. He then put on his coat, picked up the woman's hat and went outside.

The four selected men came in and lowered the rope suspending the female to the roof beam, then they manhandled her out of the door as she was with her legs spread to the broom handle and her breasts tightly bound. They carried her across the snow to the edge of the tree line where the other men were waiting for them underneath the thick bough of an old oak tree. A thick climbing rope had been thrown over the bough. Below this a straight branch from a tree had been partially buried in the ground, about three inches in diameter and sticking straight up pointing at the thick bough above, it ended in a sharp carved point about six inches long and about three and a half feet off the ground.

The woman who was freezing cold out here in the open with only her boots on to fend off the cold, was carried over to the prepared instrument of her doom. It took her a moment to realise the meaning of the strange arrangements prepared for her. As realisation started to sink in she started to plead for the mercy of a quick death and no more torture, her terrified eyes sort out each of the men in turn looking for some sort of reprieve from the fate that was prepared for her. She found no sign of any remorse in any of the men and realised that they were going to continue regardless of her appeals for mercy. Drawing in a deep breath she steeled herself to accept her terrible fate like a true officer in Hitler's elite Gestapo. She would no longer cry out in pleas or pain. These men would not get to see her breakdown again at the pain they were going to inflict on her in her final moments.

The four men stood her up on her feet under the tree and two of them held her upright by holding on to her arms bound behind her back. The rope hanging down from the bough above was passed through the lashings on her tits, down through her ample cleavage and the ropes doing the figure of eight around her now swollen and distorted breasts which were turning blue, not so much from the cold, but from the lack of blood circulation in their huge swellings. The rope was then brought back up and tied back on itself above her head.

At a signal from the Captain the two men supporting her let go and stepped back as the strain of her weight was taken on the rope, which after passing over the bough above continued down to the main trunk of the old oak tree where it did a couple of turns. Again on a signal from the officer four of the men started to haul slowly on the rope, as they did so the naked Gestapo woman started to rise into the air, hauled up by her tits. The pain on her chest at this treatment was excruciating and tears started to flow once again from her eyes, but she gritted her teeth determined not to cry out again in front of these men.

They hauled her up until her feet were a good three feet off the ground before pausing. Two of the other men stepped forward to take hold of her feet by the ankles and the end of the broom handle which was still forcing them wide apart. The Captain stepped up behind the female and signalled his men on the rope to slowly start to lower the woman.

As the woman's body was lowered, the officer parted her shapely butt cheeks with his fingers, with the assistance of the two men holding her feet on either side, he guided the sharp point of the spear like branch sticking out of the ground into the entrance of the woman's rectum. Allowing the men to lower her further until the point had enterer her by about eight inches and her anus was being stretched wide open by the three inch girth of the main pole, he signalled his men to tie off the rope at the tree. All three men then stepped back from the pained woman and joined their comrades next to the oak tree.

The Captain got the men to prepare their equipment and weapons ready for moving off before turning his attention back to the suspended woman. When they were ready they all turned their attention back to the partially impaled female who made an erotic sight in the white snow covered clearing. Her skin was nearly the same colour as the background, but her ballooning dark purple/blue breasts stood out in sharp contrast, as did her shiny black calf length boots which were spread wide apart by the lashed broom handle. The thick pole sticking out of the ground disappeared up the woman's arse forcing her to thrust her hips and cunt area forward at the men. Only the men's footprints in the snow detracted from the scene.

The Captain got his men to untie the rope and very, very slowly let out the rope lowering the impaled woman further onto the improvised stake. At first she sank deeper onto the pole meeting little resistance. She gritted her teeth harder to bear the pain of the insertion. Then it started to rip at her very bowels and intestines as it forced its way up into her innards. The pain was excruciating and her resolve broke as she started to scream out in agony, the screams rebounded around the clearing as the men continued to lower her on to the invading pole, her own weight her undoing as it forced her further and further onto the thick rough wood of the instrument of her agony. Blood and guts started to run down the pole and the backs of her legs as the damage to her innards intensified.

Then her spread apart feet touched the ground and she stopped. About twenty inches of the thick branch was imbedded inside her body, tearing her stomach and intestines apart, but stopping short of fatally entering her lungs or heart. She was a dead woman; it's just that her body didn't know it yet.

As the men put their packs on and started to move off in single file, the Captain crossed over to the still alive impaled woman and retrieved something from his pack, a slim brown tube about eight inches long and an inch in diameter. Striking the fuse of the hand held magnesium signal flare so that it ignited. He rammed it up the poor woman's cunt, burning end first. The woman gave one final short horrendous scream before passing out into unconsciousness; The flare would continue to burn inside her totally destroying her cunt and womb before it went out.

The Captain walked behind the body of the woman and placed her cap neatly on the top of her head. "A good officer like any good Cowboy in a movie should always die wearing their boots and hat."  With that he drew his pistol and fired a single shot into the back of the Gestapo officer's head and walked away.

As he walked from the clearing in the direction that his men had taken, it started to snow again. Before long the men's footprints disappeared under virgin snow, leaving the erotic sight of the impaled blond female's body in shiny boots as the only clue to the events witnessed by the Rescue Hut.



The End