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Camp games (tort, snuff, racism, ultra violent)

   One of the most effective death camps run by the Germans in World War
Two was located near the shores of the Baltic sea in what was northern
Poland prior to the war.  It was a clever design based on machinery used to
crush ore.  A building was constructed with shower rooms that had floors
which dropped on hinges when the victims were loaded inside.  Their bodies
fell into a chute that fed between two large spinning steel cylinders that
were studded with projections that fit into recesses in the mating
cylinder. The bodies were simultaneously ground and shredded by the drums,
and the waste product was flushed down pipes fed by diverted river water
that drained into the sea.  The plant was far more efficient than gas and
burning, which required a lot of human labor to maintain.  The entire
operation could be run by a staff of less than thirty guards.  More such
plants would have been built except that other uses had priority for the
steel needed for the crushing cylinders.

   The normal routine was quite simple.  A train would arrive and would be
unloaded into a barbed-wire holding area, where men and women would be
separated for the sake of modesty, they were told.  Most of the guard staff
were women, by the choice of the camp commander, and all of the personnel
in the female side of the building were women, adding to the fiction of not
embarrassing the victims.

   They were informed that they would be cleaned and deloused, and given a
container for their clothes and belongings, which they would pick up on the
opposite end of the building.  This system had the benefit of reassuring
the victims, as if they were going to be killed, there would be no need for
their goods to be identified and separated in this fashion.  Cooperative
subjects meant fewer guards and less chance for revolt or accident.  In
fact the containers were moved on a conveyor belt right through the
building and dumped automatically into empty rail cars, which would be
transported to a handling facility run by slave labor that would separate
any useful materials.

   Once the men and women were segregated, they were lined up and moved
through a hall in the building, where they would strip and place their
belongings in one of the containers.  As the women were moved down the hall
towards the shower room, a group of female attendants kept a sharp eye out
for likely subjects for a different use, pulling them out of line on an
excuse, assuring their mothers or other relatives that they would join them
on the other side of the building.  In fact they were moved into holding
cells, destined either for the brothels of high officers and party
officials, or for use by the camp commander.  The guards would also pick
out victims for their own amusement, and some men and boys were selected as
well.

   The camp commander's assistants were always on the lookout for
particularly pretty young women or girls, and for plump women with large
breasts.  There were plenty of these, but most weren't very attractive of
course.  His assistants knew to look for those women with pleasant faces
and bodies that were relatively free of wrinkles.  The number of candidates
varied depending on what area was being cleansed at that particular time.
Most of the women were dark haired, but when the initial assault on the
Ukraine was over, the trains started to deliver many women with light brown
hair, and even a few blondes.  The output of the Baltic countries was also
quite varied.  The discrimination out in the field as to who was in a
racial category to be eliminated was never very good, and the usual rule of
thumb was to transport everyone in a suspect family, regardless of their
looks.

   There was only one shower room, and the men were moved in first. 
Usually they were stripped and made ready quicker than the women, who were
subject to the selection process.  The men would be herded into the room,
and the doors locked behind them.  A loud humming noise could be heard in
the building, as the steel cylinders began to spin, and at the same time
the shower heads overhead came on, spraying the men with hot water.  When
the drums reached production speed, the floor in the shower suddenly
dropped from the center of the room, the two halves swinging down and away,
dropping the wet men into the spinning cylinders.  The hot water spray
lubricated and cleaned the cylinders as the men were ground alive into
pulp.

   Probably there was a lot of screaming involved, but the walls and doors
were sound proof to avoid alarming the women, who were next.  When they
entered the steamy shower room it was empty and clean, seeming to be
consistent with the story they were given.  But shortly they too found
themselves falling into the crushing cylinders and washed into the sea. 
The entire operation from the time the train arrived until all of the
victims were dead could be handled in less than two hours.

   The camp commander was left with a lot of time on his hands as a result.
Maybe because the routine of the camp was mass death, or maybe because of
his own inclinations, he had become addicted to sadistic games of torture
on selected victims for his own pleasure.  To amuse himself he had a
special building constructed outside his quarters.  The front part
consisted of holding cells and preparation rooms where women could be
cleaned and otherwise prepared for his pleasure.  The rest of the building
was split into two sections.

   The first part was a separate room with four individual restraint areas,
and a variety of instruments of torture.  Here he would torment and rape
individual subjects, or small groups of women.  Beyond the door of this
room was an area which consisted of a row of ten restraint stations on each
side, each of which were equipped with a bench to which subjects could be
bent over or tied down on theirs backs or stomachs.  The wrist cuffs were
attached to vertical uprights in this section, which could be adjusted to
accommodate the height of the victim and were connected to a winch.  Each
of the subjects could be stretched with the winch until they were pulled
apart if he wished.

   All of the stations had nooses attached to a rod driven by a winch. 
Each noose could be tightened separately by engaging a gear which would
connect a windup reel for the rope to the turning shaft.  The lever for the
gears and winches were located in a central station, so that one person
could hang as many as twenty subjects at once, or each separately.

   Once the women were killed, their bodies could be attached to chains
which ran up to a track in the ceiling.  The bodies were run down the
tracks to an opening in the floor, a chute which led to the pit in which
the steel cylinders ran.  All the bodies were then crushed and washed away
by running the plant briefly.  Depending on how many victims were taken on
a particular night, and how messy the amusements had been, the entire
facility could be cleared of bodies and sprayed down in a matter of
minutes. It was the usual triumph of German engineering.

   The floors were all yellow tile, with a drain under each station.  The
drains were only for blood, as he didn't like smelly waste dropping from
the victims as they were tortured or killed.  His assistants were ordered
to clean out the bowels of the subjects in the preparation room, using
several enema stations for that purpose.  Once drained, a dry cork plug was
inserted deep in their bowels with an insertion tool.  As the dry cork
absorbed moisture it stretched the intestine out, sealing the bottom
passage from any waste material still in their systems.  Urine was less
objectional, though all the subjects were drained thoroughly before being
moved to their stations for torture.  Sometimes he liked to see small girls
piss as they were abused, and if time was available they would be force fed
water before the sessions began.

   He had a couple of women guards who enjoyed the entertainment with him,
and a couple of slave assistants to help prepare the women.  In addition,
he usually kept a small child for his own personal sexual use.  These girls
often lived for several months before he killed them for fun or became
bored with them.

   When the trains arrived every day, there was plenty of raw material for
his nightly parties, and he enjoyed varying the entertainment.  He never
had to worry about using up the girls and women his assistants selected,
there was always another train full the next day.  They were all going to
die anyway, so there was no point in leaving any of them alive.  Usually he
would start after dinner, raping and tormenting captives one at a time or
in groups.

   He especially liked women with large breasts, and would tolerate even
very fat women if they had particularly huge tits.  His favorite amusement
was to secure the women kneeling down, placing their breasts in large
semi-circular steel clamps that surrounded the breasts, pushing them
together and supporting them so that he could sit in a chair and run his
prick between them.  The clamps were attached to rods that ran through
supports in the ceiling and floor.  The rods were attached to eccentrics on
shafts below the floor that were spun by a motor, causing the clamps to
move up and down.  He could vary the speed with a rheostat, causing the
women's breasts to jerk off his prick between them.  Often he would abuse
the breasts as they were squeezing his prick, burning them with a electric
iron, sticking hot pins in them, or cutting them with his SS dagger.

   There were also curved steel scoops that could be attached to the
vertical rods, that would support the breasts from below.  When the scoops
were in motion they would lift the breasts up, which would fall back down
to be caught by the steel scoops as they returned, bouncing the breasts up
again for the next cycle.  When the speed was turned up high, the breasts
would fly and up and down in rapid motion, making loud slapping sounds as
they were smashed into the steel scoops and bounced upwards.  He spent many
hours sitting in front of the women strapped into this device, pounding
their breasts with the scoops until they were bright red.

   Usually he would then turn off the motor and adjust the scoops so that
the battered breasts were held out flat in front of the women's faces,
lifted up high.  He would then select a whip or a rod and beat the top of
their breasts into mush, while the women screamed, watching their own
breasts being shredded in front of their eyes.  Often he would use electric
burning irons or knives to inflict pain to the breasts before smashing
them. Almost always he would cut their breasts off with his dagger, and
allow the women to bleed to death.  Or if they were attractive enough, he
might stand them up first and torture the rest of the their body.

   Aside from large-breasted women, his taste ran towards small girls.  He
particularly enjoyed the sight of a child impaled on a steel shaft through
their virgin cunts.  The shaft had a heating element inside, and the
screams of the victims of this form of death could be heard throughout the
camp, despite the sound proofing in the walls.

   Usually he would use two or three girls at once, strapping them into
restraints and deflowering them with his prick, using their blood for
lubricant on the next victim.  Then he would whip them to death, or
possibly use branding irons, whatever fit his fancy that evening.

   But he also enjoyed torturing older girls as well, and if a teenager
with budding breasts and a pretty face arrived at the camp, often she would
end up meeting him in the torture room after the rest of her family had
been dispatched.  Usually they would end up hanging in a noose, with their
cunts and asses burned and beaten, their nipples sliced off.

   Sometimes if the train traffic was heavy and he was too tired to extend
the sessions, he would just have ten or twenty lined up in the restraint
area, moving from one to the next, either killing them or leaving them
mortally wounded.  The screams from the rest of the women would begin
increasing in volume as soon as the second or third was left dying, as they
realized they were all next.

   One night he just stabbed each of them in the stomach, right through the
navel, and left them to finish up some paperwork.  When he came back he
used an electric branding iron to wake up those who had fainted, holding
the hot iron on their asses until they revived, screaming.  He then
methodically went down the row, stabbing each of them in the left breast,
pulling the knife through to the front, slicing the breasts in half through
the nipple.  When he reached the beginning, he did the same to their right
breasts.  He finished by running a knife up into their cunts, pulling it
out blade-first through their pudendas, making sure the blade cut the
clitoris in half.  The blood loss probably killed some of them before he
flipped the switch pulling the nooses tight to end the evening.

   One memorable night he had his assistants select nothing but small
girls, and after their cleaning he had them strapped onto the benches in
two lines of ten each, tied so that they were bent over with their asses in
the air.  He took out his prick and oiled it, then proceeded to deflower
every girl in turn, standing in back of them, lining his prick up with
their tiny openings and thrusting into them as hard as he could without
injuring himself.  When he reached the end he continued to fuck the last
one until he shot his load inside her, turning around as he came to
appreciate the bottoms of the nineteen other girls, blood dripping from
between some of their legs.

   When he was done he heated up a long metal rod in a brazier, and went
down the lines, stabbing the red-hot metal into each one of their cunts,
stopping to re-heat the rod when it cooled off.  The screams were so loud
they almost hurt his ears, particularly when he repeated the procedure on
each of their asses as well.  When he was done the twenty girls looked like
they had each been shot in the rear twice at close range, both their holes
blackened and dripping blood, though the worst damage was inside.

   Another night he was so pressed for time that he had twenty women loaded
into the building at once, all of their ankles strapped to the floor, their
hands tied behind their backs and their necks in nooses.  He flipped on the
winches and all twenty were strangled at once while his young slave girl
sucked his prick.

   The guards also like to play games, and would use a similar, but smaller
facility on the far side of the compound.  The camp commander made the
guards move away from his quarters after hearing the sound of men screaming
as they were tortured.  It just wasn't a sound he enjoyed hearing, and he
didn't like to think about what the guards were doing to their male
victims.

   Sometimes he would get together with the guards in a common area, kind
of a recreation hall.  Various games would be played with victims, usually
involving gladiator-type contests.  One typical night the entertainment
started with a popular betting match.  A teenage girl with upright breasts
with soft nipples was dragged in and secured to a vertical post inserted
into a socket in the floor.  Rings were driven through the tips of her
breasts with a tool designed for livestock.  The spectators were treated to
her howls and screams as her breasts were inserted into the jaws of the
tool.  The tool punched a steel rod through the flesh and automatically
rolled the rod into a ring.  The rings were then attached to slender steel
cables that fed through a pulley connected to a winch, which was located in
a bracket on the other side of the tile floor.

   The winch was turned on to draw the cables tight, and bets were placed
on which nipple would shred first.  Once the bets were down, the winch was
turned on and very slowly her breasts were pulled out from her chest by the
rings.  It was surprising to see how far the breasts could be stretched,
and the room was filled with the sounds of the shouting bettors and the
screams of the girl as she watched wide eyed with horror as her nipples
were pulled by the rings.  Finally one nipple gave away in a splash of
blood to the applause and groans of the guards, depending on who won or
lost.  Just to complete the entertainment, one of the guards grabbed the
slack wire cable and pulled the ring out of the intact breast, leaving the
girl screaming in renewed pain with two bloody flaps where her nipples had
been.

   The next bet was placed on the girl's cunt lips, each of which were
ringed with the tool and attached to the cables, with the same result.  To
increase the pain, one of the guards whipped the bloody breasts of the girl
with a splintered bamboo cane, cutting lines into the already battered
breasts.  When both the unfortunate victim's cunt lips had been pulled out,
the guard took out a dagger and cut the ruined nipples and cunt off of the
girl.  She was then unshackled from the post and dragged to the center of
the floor, where a noose was lowered around her neck.  Another guard
retrieved a hot iron from a brazier and impaled the wailing girl just
before the noose was pulled tight, leaving her swinging by her neck with
her hands shackled, legs pumping and kicking furiously with the hot iron
sticking out of her ass.  She died within minutes and was taken down and
disposed of as the second act was prepared.

   The next entertainment again involved the ring tool.  Two young girls,
no more than seven or eight, were tied in turn to a post with their feet
pulled up behind them, exposing their cunts.  The jaws of the ring tool
were placed over the cunt, driving a ring through both lips at once.  The
other girl was treated the same, while the first thrashed around on the
floor, her hands cupping her wounded crotch.  The commander called a halt
before the second girl was ringed, and removed his prick from his slave's
mouth long enough to walk over to the bound girl, squat down in front of
her, and raise up his prick to deflower her.  The crowd cheered when he
pulled out to show the blood on his prick.

   When both girls were ringed, they were hauled to their feet and chained
together, about three feet apart.  Both girls had to be whipped several
times before they would stay standing.  Each was given a small, dull knife
and the rules of the contest were explained to them.  Both of the girls
were from Poland that particular week, and another girl fluent in both
German and Polish had to be brought in to read the rules, which were
simple. The first girl to cut the nipples off the other survived.  The
loser was impaled.  If either girl refused to fight, or put up a weak
effort, both would be impaled.

   Two steel rods about four feet tall with sharply pointed tips were fixed
into sockets on the far edge of the floor while the girls watched.  The
rods increased in diameter so that the victim's cunt or ass would
eventually be split by the spike.  This had the added impact of slowing the
subject's progress down the spike, lengthening the time it took for the
spike to reach the chest wall and kill the victim.  To illustrate the
consequences of losing, the translator, a teenage girl of about sixteen,
was grabbed by the guards, hogtied and impaled on one of the spikes through
her cunt.  The screams of the teenager were deafening as she slid down the
greased spike, and she continued to wail as the girls were whipped to start
them fighting.

   The crowd was now shouting and encouraging the girls on, as bets had
again been placed on which girl would win.  At first the girls merely
circled each other with the knives, in horror at the spectacle of the
teenager screaming her life away as her cunt hugged the pole, stretching
out in a bizarre manner as she slid down, finally splitting in front, her
clitoris hanging from a flap as her blood flowed.  The guards flourished
their whips again, and the girls were now covered with welts.

   Finally one of the girls decided to fight, and rushed the other, both
girls going down.  The attacker got up first, and tried to run away as she
was slashed, but she had forgotten the chain, and both girls howled as
their cunt lips were stretched, falling back together in a heap on the
floor.  Both girls were fighting now, each trying to grab the other's
nipples to cut them with their knives.  One girl got a nipple in her hand
and tried to cut at it, but discovered the knives they were given were too
dull to slice quickly.  The only way the knives could cut a nipple would be
for the victim to be held long enough to allow the nipple to be sawed
slowly.

   The other girl wriggled free with little damage, and tried to stab her
opponent in the chest, but the knives had rounded ends that made stabbing
pointless.  One of the girls then got the idea of trying to bite, and
managed to inflict a viscous wound on the other's breast, while absorbing
blows to the back of her head.  The girl managed to get her nipple out of
the other's mouth, and grabbed her head, pounding it against the floor. 
This was the winning strategy, as with the girl temporarily unconscious,
the victor was able to gain enough time to work the knife through the
girl's nipples, stopping once to smash the loser's head on the tiles a few
times when she started to revive.  The bloodied, but victorious, girl was
unchained and celebrated by the winning guards in the betting game.  True
to the rules of the game, the winner survived the night, at least.  The
loser was already dead from her head injuries, so there was no point in
impaling her.

   The floor was cleared and sprayed down for the final subject of the
evening, a large bodied teenage farm girl with long brown hair and very
large breasts which stuck out in front of her in defiance of gravity.  A
girl with a body this impressive was normally saved for a brothel, or
perhaps for a high ranking party official who liked certain body types. 
But the girl's face was not very attractive, and this was the highest level
of entertainment she would achieve.

   The audience called for the commander to deal with the girl first, as
they knew how much he liked to use large breasts.  He didn't disappoint,
and ran his prick between the girl's breasts as she was held up by two
guards, slathering some oil between them for lubrication.  Very soon he was
coming in the girl's face to the general amusement of the audience.  The
girl was them tied up spread-eagled with her face still dripping, hanging
by her arms from wrist restraints lowered from the ceiling, her feet
secured with clamps tied to rings in the floor.

   Two guards moved onto the floor, each with short bullwhips, and
proceeded to whip the girl bloody, as her piss ran out of her to the cheers
of the spectators.  One guard worked over her back and the other her front,
and soon the girl had bloody whip stripes from her ankles to her neck, and
was screaming and wailing in some foreign tongue.  When the guards ran out
of fresh skin to whip, a belt was brought forward and strapped around the
large waist of the girl.  Another strip of leather was attached to the
front of the belt while two steel dildos were inserted in the girl, one in
her cunt and one in her ass.  The hanging strap was then run underneath the
girl and buckled to the belt in back, pinning the dildos in place.

   It could be seen that there were pins attached to the base of the dildos
that fit through holes in the leather strap, and two wires were attached to
the pins and then to a transformer on a cart that was wheeled in.  The
current was turned on, and soon the farm girl was dancing in her restraints
as a guard turned the electricity up and down.  She fainted twice, but was
awakened by splashing salt water on her whip marks.

   The current was turned off for a minute while the final torment was set
up.  A thin wire was pulled from a reel attached to a vertical support. 
The wire was pulled through two rings into twin loops which were placed
over the girl's huge breasts.  The other end of the wire was fixed to the
same winch that was used for the ring pull, and the winch was wound up
until the wire loops were tight around the girl's breasts.  Bets were
placed as to which breast would fall first.

   The guards shouted and cheered as the current was turned on again while
the winch started reeling in the wire.  The wire circled the breasts and
started to pull tight, bulging them out.  Her breasts began to turn purple
through the whip weals as the wire tightened, the current still blasting
the girl's cunt and asshole.  A great shout went up from the crowd as one
of the breasts suddenly spurted free of her chest and fell to the floor
with a bloody plop.  The wire slackened briefly and then continued to
tighten on the other breast, and it soon was squeezed off her chest as
well. The girl died from the blood loss as the guards settled their bets
with much shouting and laughing.

   The gathering broke up as they returned to the quarters with a sex slave
in tow, many of whom would not live to see the next morning.  The commander
congratulated the guards for organizing a fine evening of entertainment,
and retired with his current little girl for more fun in bed with the tiny
thing.

   One day a train came in loaded with a high proportion of young females
from a girls school, together with a number of Catholic nuns, the teachers
and administrative staff of the school.  Why this particular group had been
transported was impossible to say, and irrelevant to the camp.  They could
hardly be sent back, this was a one-way trip.  Besides, it offered some
novel entertainment.

   The oldest and ugliest girls and nuns were processed along with the
other train passengers, leaving nearly forty girls between the ages of ten
and sixteen, along with eight nuns.  The camp commander offered his
cleaning facility to help with the overload, and by dinner all the girls
were ready to be assembled in the meeting hall.  The hall was buzzing with
excitement when the girls were pushed through the doors, who were
immediately claimed by the guards, who having left their sex slaves behind
for the nights entertainment, pulled the naked, crying girls to their
tables for their pleasure, some forcing a girl to dance on a table, some
sticking a girls face between their legs, whipping their backs and behinds
if they didn't lick their sopping cunts.

   The nuns were the first show of the night.  All eight were lined up on
the stage and tied bent over posts set in sockets in the floors so that
their asses were in the air while they stared at their ankles.  Their
freshly shaved and washed vaginas gleamed in the lights as the camp
commander proudly strutted on stage behind them, rubbing oil on his erect
cock while dressed only in boots as the female guards shouted their
approval and urged him on.  He paused in back of the first nun, lined up
his cock at her virgin hole and plunged inside while the nun wailed and
cried, uselessly, even if her language could be understood.  Encouraged on
by the guards he pounded each nun in turn until all of them were
deflowered, and then pulled a small girl from the audience and beat himself
off into her face while he held her head by grabbing her hair.  He threw
the girl onto the stage and proceeded to kick the girl senseless with his
boots while the guards laughed and applauded the spectacle.

   The commander and the lead guards had planned various shows for the
night, but the assembly quickly threatened to turn into an unorganized
orgy. Spurred on by the commander's performance, another guard pulled a
girl onto the stage and proceeded to slice her to ribbons with a knife,
chasing her around the bound nuns, hacking at her with the knife until the
poor girl collapsed on the floor.  The guard grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her up, cutting her throat and spraying her blood across the stage
to splatter a couple of the nuns.  The crazed guard lurched around and
lifted her knife in the air and immediately plunged it into the nearest
nun's back with a howl, stabbing her over and over again, blood flying
through the air.

   Several of the other guards were treating girls in similar fashion,
whipping them and stabbing them in a frenzy, the screams of the girls and
the surviving nuns making a din so loud in the enclosed space that it was
painful to the ears.  The camp commander realized things were getting out
of hand, threatening to spoil the games for the evening, and stood at the
front of the stage, whistling for order.  Most of the guards heeded his
call, and calmed down the few who were too far gone into blood lust to
listen.  When it was over a dozen of the girls were dead, and several of
the rest were wounded or beaten.  The guards looked at each other with
crazed looks in their eyes, gleaming in lust.  Gradually they calmed down,
laughing and discussing the action, wiping blood from the faces and
drinking another round as the surviving girls cowered at their feet,
weeping.

   When order was restored a few of the camp sex slaves were brought in to
remove the dead bodies, including the stabbed nun, leaving seven on the
stage, who were unbound and moved over to stand in a group at the back of
the stage, where they hid their sore cunts with their hands and wept or
prayed.

   Now the games began in earnest.  The first was going to be test for the
nuns.  One of the older girls was selected and brought up on the stage,
where she stood naked in the lights, shivering in fear.  A large dildo
attached to a leather harness was brought out and strapped to the waist of
the girl and under her crotch.  The girl now sported a oiled leather cock
of her own, which glistened in the stage lights.  The commander then
selected the youngest and smallest girl he could find, and brought her up
on the stage to stand next to the older girl, along with a low table.

   Fortunately one of the two girls who understood German survived the
guards' blood orgy, and was brought up to translate the rules of this game
for the benefit of the nuns.  The young girl was forced to the table and
arranged on her hands and knees.  It was explained to the nuns that the
older girl was going to be forced to rape the small girl on pain of
torture, but that she could be spared this treatment if one of them would
perform instead.

   The older girl would lie down on the table with the dildo sticking up
and the nun who volunteered would be required to fuck herself in the cunt
and the ass.  If the nun's performance was not sufficiently erotic, the
younger girl would be impaled on a steel spike, which was brought out and
mounted on the stage.  The dilemma for the nuns was therefore to leave the
young girl to be raped, and possibly seriously injured by the large dildo
worn by the girl, who would also no doubt suffer as she was goaded to fuck
the small girl, or to risk not satisfying the drunken audience of leering
guards, and thus condemn the girl to a painful death by impailment.

   The nuns were obviously horrified as the rules of the game were
explained to them, and the audience was rapt with attention as the nuns
discussed it among themselves.  Most of the guards were now naked, holding
a girl in their lap, or sitting with a couple of girls at their feet, idly
fondling them.  A few cries and groans could be heard as a guard whipped or
otherwise punished a girl who wasn't giving proper oral attention to their
pussies, but for the most part the guards were focused on the stage.

   Finally one of the nuns stepped forward, a fairly young women, in her
early thirties maybe, with short brown hair and a flat chest.  She was
hardly the most attractive of the nuns, a couple of whom had very good
bodies, but apparently she possessed the most courage of the bunch.  The
camp commander brought a chair up on the stage and sat down to watch,
forcing the small girl to straddle his lap while he idly rubbed his dick in
the folds of her little pussy.  The older girl was told to lay down on the
table by the girl doing the translating, and her leather penis was soon
sticking up in the air.

   The girl doing the translating was told to direct the nun to kneel down
on the table over the dildo and impale her vagina on it, and to ride up and
down on the leather phallus with her legs spread so the audience could see
it moving in and out.  She was told that if her performance wasn't lustful
enough she would be whipped as a warning, and one of the guards moved up on
the stage to perform this function.  The crowd jeered and hollered as the
nun fumbled around, climbing up on the table and trying to find the correct
position.  On of the audience suggested that her cunt needed warming up
first, and the rest of the audience joined in.  The commander heeded the
call and had the translator tell the nun to crouch down over the teenager's
mouth and the girl to lick her pussy or be whipped.

   The nun was obviously disgusted by the order, but looked over at the
commander abusing the small girl, and with a resigned look complied, moving
her ass back and squatting over the prone girl's mouth, looking down as she
settled her pussy into place.  The guard standing by grabbed the nun by the
waist and forced her down on the girls mouth so her clitoris was close
enough to be reached by her tongue, and the girl was told to start licking.

   Naturally, the young girl had no idea what she was doing, and the
audience was soon hooting at her to do better, resulting in the guard on
the stage laying a whip stroke across the girls upper legs.  The girl
screamed at the pain, and the nun reared up in reaction, getting a stripe
across her back.  The woman took the stroke with a grimace, and tried to
settle back on the girl's face as the translator was told to urge the girl
on or be whipped again.  This time the girl went at the nun's crotch with
abandon, not very artful, but with lots of slurping and her tongue whipping
at the nun's cunt.  The audience cheered and laughed, and the guard on the
stage grabbed the translator to her, fondling her tits and cunt as she
watched the nun and the girl perform.

   Their demands for an oral show being satisfied, the audience now yelled
for the nun to get on the leather cock, and after being told to shift
positions, she crawled up and moved her hips over the dildo, supporting
herself by her hands while she looked underneath her to position her pussy
to be impaled.  The girl on the table wiped her face with her hands and
sobbed.  The nun was able to get the dildo end aimed right, but at first
she had a difficult time getting the dildo inside her, the greased leather
sliding out between her lips or her ass cheeks.  The guard snapped
instructions, and the translator told her to reach back with one hand to
guide it in, and the nun complied, gradually sinking down on it.

   It clearly was painful to the nun, judging by the expression on her
face. The leather dildo was larger than the commander's unit, and her newly
fledged cunt was stretched anew as it was forced to swallow the spike.  But
the nun knew the consequences of failure and managed to sink all the way
down until her cunt lips met the belt holding the dildo while she hissed
her breath through clenched teeth.  The audience cheered and applauded, but
soon demanded action.  The guard barked more directions which were relayed
by the translator and the nun began to pump her hips up and down on the
dildo, tears streaming from her eyes, which were squeezed shut in pain. 
The audience began to urge the nun to go faster, and the guard whipped the
nun lightly to get her attention.  The nun looked up and the guard moved
her hands up and down, urging her to speed up, the translator being
temporarily out of action with her mouth occupied, kneeling between the
guard's legs as her face was being ground into a wet, hairy pussy.

   The nun got the message and increased her tempo, her cunt warming to the
task and making it easier for her.  The nuns hips were now pumping up and
down at a pretty good rate, and the audience was being turned on by the
action, many of the guards having weeping faces thrust into their laps as
they pumped their hips and watched.  Remarkably the nun was being forced
into an orgasm by the action, and her breath began to come in short gasps
as the dildo penetrated in and out.  She moaned as she came, and at the
same moment the commander shot his cum all over the pussy lips of the
little girl he was abusing as he stroked himself while he watched.

   The crowd applauded this climax, and soon shouted for the ass.  The
guard collected herself and pulled the girl translator's face from her
cunt, instructing her to tell the nun to bugger herself and continue the
action.  The nun stopped her pumping and wiped her face with her arm while
she listened to the girl, and shook her head up and down to indicate she
understood.  She knew what to do this time, and reached under to place the
tip of the wet dildo at her ass, trying to sink down on it like she had
with her pussy.  The problem was her anus was having nothing to do with it,
and she couldn't get the head inside.  The audience began to boo, and the
guard started to whip the nun steadily, working over her back and ass, and
then for good measure giving the prone girl a shot right across her little
titties.

   Oddly enough this saved the situation, as the girl reacted from the pain
by screaming and bucking up from the table, inadvertently driving the dildo
between the fingers of the nun and into her ass.  Now it was the nuns turn
to cry out from the painful invasion, but she had enough presence of mind
not to slip from the dildo, and rode the teenage girl's hips back down,
half impaled, while the audience laughed and cheered at the turn of events.

   The guard didn't let the nun rest, and reminded her with another shot to
get moving.  Slowly the nun moved her asshole over the leather shaft, not
able at first to get it all the way in.  A couple more weals on her back
got her moving, and soon the audience was cheering again as the nun pumped
her ass up and down on the dildo.  The crowd seemed to think that she had
won the game after awhile, and a general cheer went up as the commander
signalled for the game to end.  The sobbing girl was relieved of her
leather cock and shoved back into the audience with angry red stripes
across her legs and breasts, as the nun waddled back to join the pack on
the back of the stage, nursing her sore ass.

   The next game involved a doubled ended dildo, as two of the more
attractive nuns were pushed forward by a couple of guards and told by the
translator to kneel on the low table ass to ass and pump themselves back
and forth on the leather tube.  The nuns looked around the stage as if
wondering what the result would be if they didn't comply, and the
commander, sensing their unspoken question, pulled an SS dagger from his
boot and placed it at the throat of the little girl he was holding in his
lap.  The nuns understood and reluctantly mounted the table.  There were
the predictable whippings as they fumbled around with the double dong, but
soon enough their bottoms were clapping as they thrust back and forth to
the cheers of the audience.

   The commander organized a couple of more games, ending with each of the
seven surviving nuns wearing a dildo in a harness and buggering each other
as they stood in a circle.  It took them quite awhile to figure it out, and
all of the nuns wore many stripes from the whip as they slowly and
painfully danced around in the tight circle, trying to keep their leather
phallus up the ass of the nun in front of them while being painfully
buggered by the one behind.  The audience practically collapsed in laughter
from the sight, and the commander beamed at the success of his idea.

   But the evening was getting late, and the audience was demanding
stronger entertainment, so the nuns were relieved of their belts and
ushered out of the room along with the other girls into a waiting area. 
Bloodsports couldn't be properly played if the contestants knew they were
going to be dead anyway, and you really didn't want the next participants
to witness the previous carnage.

   It was generally understood that the nuns probably couldn't be induced
to play the games, not all of them anyway, and it ruined the fun if the
contestants didn't give good sport.  So they left the nuns alone for awhile
and used the other girls for entertainment first.  There was plenty of
talent available, and given the limited time left for the performances, a
lot of killing was on the table.  The guards cheered when the first
apparatus was rolled out on the stage by two of their slaves.  It was one
of their favorites.

   The device consisted of a flat platform studded with six-inch knife
blades sticking up from it, and a long, flat board suspended over the top,
leading from one side to the other.  Two of the girls were brought out from
the holding area and lifted up to stand on the ends of the platform.  A
guard stood at each end with a long stick holding a large soldering iron on
the end to prevent the girls from fleeing the platform.  The irons had been
pre-heated and were glowing orange as the guards prodded the girls to move
to the center of the board.

   The rules of the game were explained to them by the translator, who was
having trouble speaking through her sobs, until threatened with one of the
hot poles.  The girls were to fight with each other and try to push the
other girl off the elevated platform onto the knives.  If they didn't fight
they would be burned until the did.  The girls cried and protested in their
language, but their words were drowned out in the drunken revel of the mob
as the guards threw down bets and yelled for their favorites.

   At first the girls wouldn't fight, seemingly stunned into disbelief at
what they were supposed to do.  The guards holding the hot pokers started
extending the poles down the platform towards the girls to goad them into
action.  Instead of fighting the girls huddled together to avoid the heated
irons, and when one of them was jabbed in the bottom and her flesh sizzled
by the heat, she screamed and lost her balance, falling onto the knives
with a sickening squilching sound, nearly dragging the other girl with her,
who fought to keep her feet.  The girl landed sideways on the knives, and
in spite of taking one through the front of her face and several into her
lungs and guts, she was not immediately killed.

   The crowd cheered loudly, even those who lost, and applauded as the coup
de grace was applied, one of the attendant guards pulling down a rope from
the ceiling which had a neck collar on the end that could be snapped in
place remotely.  This was moved into position by a pole with a hook on the
end and fastened around the neck of the dying girl, who was immediately
jerked off the knives by her neck and hung from the ceiling, dancing and
flailing her legs in spite of her wounds, piss and blood dripping down from
her all over the device.  The girl left on the platform cringed and covered
her face, splattered by the dying girl's blood as she finally expired and
hung lifeless from the rope.  The body was quickly pulled away from the
platform by a hook and lowered to the stage, one of the slaves pulling it
off the stage and out of the room, leaving a blood trail behind.

   As soon as the dead girl was gone, another was pulled from the waiting
room and moved to the platform.  The first girl was now wailing and
sobbing, as it was obvious the performance was going to be repeated over
and over, one girl dying each time, at least.  Often of course both girls
would fall.  The rules were explained to the new girl by the horrified
translator as the guards placed new bets.  Generally speaking the advantage
went to the girl already on the platform, as she had already been through
it once, while the new girl was typically still in shock.  But this time
the first girl was practically insensible, and did not take advantage. 
Instead there was a repeat performance, both girls moving together to avoid
the hot tips of the prods until the first girl got a good shot in her bum,
the guards on either side nodding in agreement that she deserved to be
burned first.  Oddly enough, instead of falling herself she managed to push
the other girl off balance, and with a blood curdling scream she fell off
the platform onto her back.  The burned girl managed to hold onto the
platform, collapsing to her knees holding her bottom and wailing in pain.

   Once again the girl who lost was not immediately killed.  At first the
knives were very sharp, and if a contestant landed full on her back like
this girl, she was almost certainly killed.  But the guards had learned to
dull the knives a bit so they didn't fully penetrate, and the girl was
suspended on the knives, which were stuck into her back just enough to
avoid penetrating her heart and killing her.  Once again the guards cheered
their delight as the neck collar was lowered and maneuvered into position
and the girl jerked skyward off the knives to strangle to death, peeing and
bleeding all over the platform and the first unfortunate girl again in her
death dance, her legs obscenely spread as they kicked and jerked in the
air.

   Another girl was brought in, her eyes wide in shock at the blood on the
device she was forced to mount, and the pitiful condition of the first
girl, who had been forced to stand back up by judicious jabs of the hot
irons.  There was so much blood on her that you might have thought it was
her that had fallen on the knives.  Once again the girls were prodded
towards each other, but this time the new girl understood what would happen
to her if she didn't react.  The first girl was so far gone she was easy
fodder, and the new girl quickly pushed her off onto the knives, where she
landed face first, getting a knife right in the eyeball.  Her screams were
deafening until she was pulled up to the ceiling by her neck, speckling the
new girl in turn with piss and blood.

   The guards loved the new girl, they always cheered for those contestants
who fought for their lives.  She looked the part too, large for her age,
with firm breasts and big hips.  She wiped her face and watched as the next
girl was brought in, a groan from the guards going up as she was revealed
to be the young, tiny thing who was the hostage for the earlier performance
by the nuns, no match for the champion.  There were no bets on the girl,
even for long odds.

   The young girl was hoisted onto the platform and informed of the rules
by the translator, amid her sobs, but clearly did not fully understand what
she was required to do, even after being prodded off the end of the
platform and towards the middle, where the fighting was to take place.

   The little girl looked across at the girl rushing towards her and hid
her face in her hands as she was butted off onto the knives, landing in a
sprawl, the tips only penetrating her light frame a few inches as she
screamed in pain, blood spraying from her mouth as a result of a knife
blade tearing through a cheek.  Because she was so light, she lasted a long
time swinging from the ceiling, kicking through an erotic, but bloody death
dance to the cheers of the guards.

   The champion lasted through four more girls before slipping on the
accumulated blood and going down with the fifth, both girls hoisted to the
ceiling to spray blood as they died.  By general agreement the bets were
called and the apparatus moved off the stage and out of the room, as the
crowd was in no mood to start over with two new girls, their champion
having been dethroned.

   By now it was getting very late, and a train was expected the next
morning, so the commander called for attention and announced the finale of
the evening, as seven of the impalement spikes were brought out and
inserted into the stage.  One by one a nun was bound and carried out of the
waiting room to be placed on one of the spikes, two or three guards setting
the crying and kicking woman's cunt onto the spikes until their body weight
caused the steel rods to penetrate their uteruses, holding them in place as
they screamed.  There was no way the nuns could prevent the impalement, as
their feet were bound in back of the pole and could not be lowered far
enough to touch the stage until the pole penetrated their chest cavity and
finally killed them.  It was a slow process, since the spikes increased in
diameter like a long ice cream cone on its end, splitting their vaginas as
they were gutted by the dull round end of the steel.

   Once all the nuns were in place and screaming their guts out, all of the
remaining living girls, some twenty of them, were herded into the room
together, their hands bound behind them, and set upon by the guards.  Some
were cut up, some were strangled and some were tortured more slowly, but
within minutes the entire room was a mass murder scene, each of the guards
having at least one of the girls to kill for pleasure.  Guards that had
already dispatched the girls available to them turned to the impaled nuns,
using knives and whips on them as they slowly slid down the poles.

   The only survivor of the gory scene was the poor translator, who the
camp commander had pulled to the side and was buggering, the girl spread
over a table, in shock from the horror around her.  Not that there was any
pity involved, it was just that the next train was from the same area, and
she would come in handy.  No sense wasting talent.

   Sometime later the trains stopped coming and the camp was shut down, the
apparatus taken apart and demolished.  The russians found no trace of a
death camp in the area, and assumed the big steel cylinders lying on the
ground near the ruins were part of a rock crusher.  No one ever learned the
truth, certainly none of the guards ever talked about it.  Years afterwards
there was a series of grisly killings of prostitutes in Germany, and three
of the former camp guards were eventually discovered and hanged for the
murders, apparently having taking up their old ways.

   The camp commander took his forged papers and moved to America, married
and had two girls, and lived out his life in Milwaukee as the manager of a
private security firm.  When he died the paper eulogized him as an
upstanding member of the community.  His family thought of him as a kindly
man, even if he was always strangely silent about the wartime years.

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