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The following story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to any real person
living or dead is absolutely coincidental. The narrative deals with torture and slaughter
of innocent human beings. The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This
is the world of fantasy and fiction where the hidden corners of the psyche may be
explored. The author believes that exploring such subject matter in this realm keeps it
from ever needing to be explored, and much less fulfilled, in real life. There is violence
in all of us. Otherwise there would be no crime, no war, no destruction. We must
acknowledge the beast inside of us if we are to tame it. To ignore it and repress it is to
invoke its appearance in our midst.

Hauptmann's Pleasure

1943. Dawn in the forest near Auschwitz.
It is autumn and the trees are a kaleidoscope of colors, the sky sharp blue,
a crisp and clear morning breeze moving the rustling leaves, blowing the
smoke from Commandant Hauptmann's cigarette in swirls.
He watches the shackled women being roughly brought down from the truck,
six armed soldiers pulling them off the rear cargo bay by their arms. Six more
soldiers stand in a semi-circle, their bayoneted rifles aimed at the
prisoners as they huddle together. The soldiers are cruel, shoving and
jabbing them with their bayonet butts.
Twenty-five young women and teenage girls, sixteen jews and nine gypsies,
are unloaded from the German army truck all wearing the drab gray
concentration camp one-piece uniform dress.
The women are all handcuffed, wrists behind them, ankles loosely chained
together; they are barefoot and many of them are bruised and marked from
numerous beatings.
Hauptmann smiles.
He has raped and tortured many of them already, he and his hand picked
regiment of merry sadists.
When the women are all out of the truck they are marched up a narrow path
into the depths of the forest, some of them crying, their sobbing and the
rattling of the chains around their feet disturbing the quiet pastoral scene,
sending squirrels scattering and small birds fluttering.
Most of them know or suspect the fate that awaits them.
Hauptmann follows up the rear of the column and as they arrive at the large
clearing he tosses aside his cigarette.
For a brief moment there is complete silence. The only sound is the
persistent and mindless droning of the insects... then, as always, there are
gasps from some of the women and girls as they view their grisly
surroundings.
Dead girls hang from trees by the neck. Female bodies, disfigured and
rotting, are bound to tree trunks and scattered along with dismembered body
parts and entrails about the forest floor in the thick and moist carpet of
dead leaves. A half a dozen lovely cadavers are impaled on fat metal shafts
which enter them from below, into their pale dead pussies, and exit up out of
their blue silent-screaming lips. Those are mostly young teen-age girls, one
certainly no more than eleven or twelve years old and the shafts, which are
mounted on a concrete slab, hold their stiff dead bodies upright, dried
streams of blood flowing from their gaping mouths and wombs around which
flies buzz and swirl. The stench of death and decomposition is awful and the
women gag and crowd together.
"Strip them!" Hauptmann shouts.
Laughing and jeering his troops fall upon the horrified women and begin to
tear off their prison uniforms. The sounds of ripping cloth and screaming
females always ignites his lust and this day is no different. He watches the
barbarous event with gleaming eyes and a sinister smile on his lips. It's a
scene he enjoys thoroughly and never tires of: twelve armed, booted, and
fully uniformed soldiers tearing away the only vestige of decency from the
defenseless females to leave them cowering, whimpering, shivering in the cold
morning air. As always some of the women struggle and are beaten down by the
bayonet butts and the kicking boots that stomp them into the ground. He likes
to see the fire in the soldiers eyes as they beat and humiliate the females.
It feeds his own sadistic lust and makes his prick feel heavy and full in his
pants, his shaft hard as the holstered Luger pistol around his waist.
When the women are nude they are forced to line up in the clearing, side by
side, for Hauptmann's inspection.
Calmly, his hands clasped behind him, he reviews the pitiful formation which
his regiment has assembled while his men stand by at attention. The females
stand in two rows, shivering, crying, naked, hands cuffed behind them. His
gaze is cold and pitiless as he looks each one in the face and then up and
down their naked bodies. Most of them keep their eyes downcast or stare
straight ahead as he has taught them to do. But as usual there is a defiant
one.
Today it is the fifth girl he comes to, a lovely red-headed jewess fresh
from Auschwitz. From the bruises and marks it is obvious his men have had their way
with her...several times, although Hauptmann himself has not yet had her under his
"care".
He reaches out and takes her pussy in his hand, pushing the third finger up
into her tight warm pussyhole.
"Very, very nice...How is it we have not gotten to know each other yet? This
is a most grievous oversight on my part..."
Her lovely green eyes are full of tears but fearless.
She looks right into his eyes and raising her chin slightly she spits in his
face.
"Nazi pig!" she snarls.
One of his men starts to step forward, a vicious sneer on his face.
"No, Karl," he says softly, releasing the redhead's pussy, taking the man by
the arm and restraining him, laughing softly.
Hauptmann takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the bitch's warm
spittle from his cheek.
He stares at her but now she looks straight ahead coldly.
"We have a brave little jewgirl here, gentlemen...very brave..."
Looking down the row, Hauptmann spots a lovely thirteen year old child with
long black hair to her waist. The little girl too bears signs of cruel abuse
and fading cane-welts on her legs and belly which Hauptmann himself has put
there.
"Esther!" he calls.
The little girl sobs audibly at the mention of her name. She tries to cringe
back into the row of women away from his piercing eyes.
"Don't you hide from me, you stupid jew. Come here,...NOW!"
The little girl unwillingly steps out of the line-up and comes to Hauptmann.
"Good girl...get on your knees..."
Hauptmann unholsters his Luger, stands over the child who is crying and
whimpering.
The naked child slides down in front of the tall, blonde, uniformed Nazi's
boots, her knees into the soft humid forest ground. She is sobbing and
looking up at the other women who try to avoid her eyes.
"Be quiet, Esther...Look down at the ground in front of you...down,
Esther...down...that's it..."
The little girl hangs her head.
"Now...you piece of shit," he says staring at the redheaded woman. "This is
the result of your brave gesture..."
The redhaired woman sees Hauptmann put the cold metal barrel of the Luger to
the back of Esther's head, parting her lovely flowing dark hair with it until
the vulnerable white nape of the neck is visible.
"NO!" the redhaired woman screams.
Hauptmann pulls the trigger.
The loud burst of the gun makes the women jump. Some of them cry out. The
bullet rips through the victim's head and explodes out her mouth with a gush
of red blood. The deadly impact slams her forward and she lies dead at
Hauptmann's feet. Holstering his gun, he leans down and hauls the dead child
up by her hair, lifting up her bloody, half blown-away face into the
redhaired woman's view.
"Happy now, jew?" he growls. "LOOK AT HER!"
The lovely woman is crying now, unable to contain herself.
"You monster..." she babbles. "You hideous monster."
Hauptmann laughs dropping the dead naked child face-first to the ground
looking at the other women, his eyes searching for more defiance in the faces
before him. But there is no more and he smiles broadly.
"Tie this cunt up and let her watch just how much of a monster I can be," he
orders.
Two of the soldiers immediately take the redhaired woman and pull her to a
tree. They uncuff her wrists and tie her with rope to the trunk.
Hauptmann continues to review the women who are now shaking with panic.
Some of them hang their heads in shame as they piss themselves down their legs.
He spots a luscious, dark-haired, dark-skinned gypsy wench in the back row
who avoids his hungry eyes.
He gestures to his men and the girl is taken from the group and pulled to
the tree alongside the redhaired jewess.
"This one too," he snarls pulling another child, a fourteen year old, with
beautiful green eyes and light brown skin from the group. He licks his lips
remembering how the girl screamed when he banged her hymen, busting her
virginity away, and how she hung by her arms in the warehouse and took his
riding crop across her lovely smooth back.
The gypsy child is tied to the same tree the redhead and the brown-skineed
woman are bound to. The three beautiful nude captives now circle the old oak bound
against its rough cool bark.
Hauptmann takes in the remaining women, looking at them for a few moments,
letting the dark lust overtake him.
"On your knees," he commands.
Instantly, wordlessly, the twenty-one women prostrate themselves in the
clearing surrounded by the dead bodies of those who came before them, some of
them forced to kneel in a pool of dry blood or grisly remains, or only inches
from a bloated, decomposing cadaver.
Hauptmann unbuttons his fly and pulls out his cock. It is fully erect now
and ready for action. Fully ten-and-a-half inches long his organ is a fat and
monstrous appendage which all of the women before him have taken in their
mouths and felt inside of them. Kicking aside the corpse of the murdered
girl, he now goes from one bitch to the next giving each a final taste of
his excessive manhood.
His soldiers watch, they too filled with lustful animalistic excitement, and
from their bondage to the tree the three women also look on, dismayed and
horrified.
Hauptmann stands before each woman, his hands on his hips. He doesn't
have to say anything. Sometimes he has to prompt the slut by pushing his
prick into her face but most of the time they know exactly what to do, they
have learned it under his flailing whip and a the end of his black jackboot.
As he looks down on each pretty face he remembers the moment of recognition
at the train platform, the weeping separation from their loved ones, the
beatings and the rapes, the terror as they faced him in the torture
chamber...and now their unquestioning submission as their warm red lips wrap
around his inflamed prick to gently lick and suck it. He knows some of them
believe that this is their last chance to be saved and he likes the way they
go at it, licking him...some of them taking him all the way in their throats
and looking up at him as if he is their God...He lets each woman take him and
move her lips up and down his shaft for a minute or so before moving to the
next whore who waits anxiously to please him. It is always a source of
fascination for him how each woman gives herself to this task at this final
moment of conflict and how each one does it differently, some more urgent,
some more loving, some slower, some faster, but all trying to hold on, trying
one last desperate eleventh hour strategy of survival.
The last woman he comes to at the end of the second row is a pretty
short-haired brunnette.
She has very pale alabaster skin and is slightly on the plump side.
Hauptmann likes slightly plump women...likes the way the whips sound on
their meaty bodies...and this one bears the bright vicious welts of his
attentions. He has branded her as well and several dark circled swastikas
cover her luscious thighs and belly as well as her asscheeks.
By now his cock, having been attented to by twenty sweet mouths, is pulsing
and throbbing, almost exploding and he rubs it on the plump woman's lovely
white cheeks as she moans softly. She takes the Nazi's cock eagerly into her
warm lips and he sees her thighs rub together. He has broken this bitch
completely, turning her into a hot little tramp who wants only to serve his
every whim.
She will be the first to die.
Again the sadistic commandant unholsters his gun.
The woman sees him do it, looks up at him, sucking him hungrily.
There is only adoration in her eyes as he steps back, sliding his cock out
of her mouth and pushing the barrel of the Luger in to replace it.
He jerks off watching the woman now suck the Luger as if it is his cock,
opening her lips wide to take the black barrel into her throat, pulling back
to lick the dark cannon-hole still warm from the shooting of the child,
circling it with her swollen lips then taking it in her mouth again.
Hauptmann smiles down at her.
She smiles back.
"You want it, don't you? Huh? You fucking jewcunt..."
She nods, her eyes half-closed with lust now, her thighs pressing eagerly
together, her hips twitching.
"You want it? Huh? Tell me. Tell me that you want it, cow."
"...mmmm..." she groans lifting her face up to him to plead with all her
heart.
"Ohhhh yesss...yesss herrr Hauptmann...I want it! I w-WANT it!"
"Alright," he says hoarsely, pushing the gun-barrel back deep into her
mouth.
"Take it, then...TAKE IT!"
There is a cruel sneer on his face as he pulls the trigger.
The report of the gun is deafening.
The woman's head explodes, she still smiling, eyes rolling back in her head,
her teeth clamping down on the gun then releasing it as her mouth gapes wide,
blood and brains running out her lips and down her back as she topples
sideways to the ground.
"Now!" Hauptmann shouts at his men who are eagerly awaiting his command.
"Let's kill them NOW!"
The first group of five women is dragged up on their feet and pulled to the
far end of the clearing where a ditch has been dug. They are made to stand
at the edge of the ditch. Below them they can see sprawling dead naked bodies
of the victims that have preceeded them. They are sobbing and praying and
whining.
The twelve soldiers now become a firing squad some ten yards behind the
naked women.
"READY!" Hauptmann shouts.
From the tree on the opposite side of the clearing the three bound women
watch in horror.
"AIM!"
The fifteen kneeling women in the clearing hang their heads crying. The
red-haired woman bound against the tree is praying softly.
"The Lord is my Shepherd...I shall not want..."
Hauptmann jerks off, masturbates himself to the edge of orgasm...he raises
his right arm suddenly in the air, the Luger still in his hand...
"FIRE!!!"
Twelve rifles roar loudly in the forest, not quite in unison and the five
naked women standing at the edge of the deep grave-ditch jerk upright, two of
them screaming as bullets thud into their backs and asscheeks and
shoulderblades and thighs and calves. Blood and flesh spatter throught the
air and the executed women pitch forward and fall into the ditch sloppily.
The next five women are hustled up and brought to the killing ground.
"READY!" Hauptmann's voice is like a whipcrack across the air.
Two of the women at the edge of the ditch fall to their knees...they are all
sobbing hysterically, begging for mercy, begging to live.
"AIMMM!"
The girl bound to the tree joins her voice to the redhaired woman's.
"...he taketh me to green pastures...leads me beside still waters..."
The squad behind the women takes careful aim...one soldier placing the rifle
crosshair at the base of a deliciously slender neck another at the pink folds
of flesh visible between two fat whip-slashed assglobes, still another at the
achilles tendon just above a pink knobby heel.
"FIRE!!!"
Red-blue bursts of gunfire, rifle-butts kicking back into the soldiers
shoulders, female bodies snapped upright, arms, legs, heads bullet-pierced
and sprung energetically with one last spasmic burst of life before
staggering off the edge of the ditch into the pile of dead woman meat.
"FIVE MORE!" Hauptmann shouts and the soldiers rush to obey taking the next
five women to the edge of the hole.
"Turn them around!" the Nazi commands. "I want these bitches to see it
coming!"
As the men follow his orders Hauptmann goes to the three females bound at
the tree.
They are still praying softly.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FILTHY JEW TRAMPS!!"
He steps up to the red-haired woman and with all his might he smashes his fist
into her belly doubling her forward and cutting off the whispered prayer.
Raising her back up against the tree he swings the butt of the Luger savagely
across her head. Then, holding the half-conscious woman up, pushing her
against the tree he slams his knee three times, grunting with the effort,
each time with more force, into her tender pussymound. When he backs off she
sags down, held by her roped arms, a gash on the side of her head bleeding
down her cheek and neck and shoulder.
Five helpless, defenseless, naked, shivering, beaten women now face twelve
vicious men armed with loaded combat rifles.
"READY!" Hauptmann shouts. He has begun to strip off his clothes as he walks
back to the center of the clearing.
The soldiers raise their rifles. Their eyes under the visors of their German
army helmets squint meanly. Hauptmann pulls off his jacket and shirt, his
boots and pants.
"AIMMM!" Hauptmann is naked now. He stands in front of one of the
remaining five naked prisioners who still kneel awaiting their fate. Two of them have
shit themselves and are half-kneeling half-crouching. The bitch at
Hauptmann's feet is a luscious young teenager from Prague. Her hair is black
and curly and she has dark eyebrows and sad blue eyes. He takes her long hair
crumpled in his fist, naked now, after re-buckling his gun-belt and holster
around his waist.
"Suck my balls, girl," he snarls.
The soldiers smile wickedly and take careful aim at the females who face
them. The sun coming down through the branches shines on their polished
helmets as they fix the crosshairs on sobbing pleading faces, plump red and
brown nippled tits, smooth thighs covered with goosebumps and fading
whip-welts...on pussymounds, two of them still innocent of hair, one dark,
two light brown...on knees and legs, deadly firepower brought to bear on
lovely whoremeat on this bright and clear autumn morning.
The girl licking Hauptmann's balls is crying. Her hot tears feel good on his
cock.
"FIRE!!!" he shouts.
Bullets smack into the shattered women by the ditch. Through their throats,
their cheeks, their eyes, their foreheads, their chests, their tits, their
bellies, their cunts, their legs ...pale flesh dappled by the play of
sunlight and shadows in the forest is ripped apart....thud thud thud thud
thud thud of hot burning metal into pliant skin...hearts and lungs ripped
apart...their eyes hollowed out with deathpain...blown away...mouths coughing
up blood as they're slammed up off their feet and backward...off the side of
the ditch to fall on to more flesh...splash of blood, of broken
whoremeat...then the soldiers leaning over the edge of the ditch to empty
their blazing guns into the sea of womanflesh...
And Hauptmann looks down on the girl who licks and sucks his balls.
The soldiers around him now drop their rifles and strip off their uniforms.
"This one's mine...take the others..." he snarls. The girl has him on a high
plateau of pleasure, her warm tongue so tentative, her pretty eyes so sad and
mournful.
There is the sound of flesh on flesh as the twelve soldiers now naked fall
upon the four remaining women beating them with their fists, kicking them,
pummeling them, pulling them down to rape them savagely on the ground. The
men are like wolves falling on their prey.
One pretty, short-haired brunnette is pulled up on her feet and dragged to a
tree. Three soldiers raise her arms upward and ram her hands, palm-first,
through meat-hooks that have been screwed into the trunk. Her feet are pulled
up off the ground and her legs pulled back to straddle the thick trunk behind
her as her ankles are viciously bound with thin wire that gouges right into
the bone. Her bound bleeding ankles are suspended from a hook on that side of
the tree and the three men each take turns at her, standing in front of her
to shove their cocks up her pussy. One of the soldiers has a long sharp knife
which he uses to cut and stab the screaming woman as she is heartlessly
slamfucked against the tree.
Hauptmann meanwhile has pulled his blue-eyed wench down to the ground. He
makes her hold her legs back and up in the air and she looks at him as he
leans over her, aims his huge cock at her pussyslit and enters her, pushing
in hard.
Beside Hauptmann another victim is tied to stakes in the ground. Four
soldiers rape her again and again. While one fucks her another one kneels
over her face and slaps the shit out of her. The third and fourth beat her
legs with wooden clubs that smack and bruise and as the fucking gets more
intense eventually break her bones.
The screams of the victims all around him and the sounds of their torture
drive Hauptmann into a frenzy. He pulls his huge cock out of the slimy pussy
of the girl on the ground and puts it to her small puckered asshole then
leaning down on her thighs putting his whole weight on her, her legs bent
back all the way, her knees on either side of her suffering face he rams his
cock into her with a savage grunt. Her feet waggle in the air as she sobs and
screams and her face swings from side to side in the dirt. As he assrapes his
victim he looks around at the orgy of destruction.
The three women which have so far been spared also watch helplessly from
their bondage to the oak tree across the clearing. Hauptmann sees the red-haired
woman's eyes, defiance long gone. Her eyes meet his and he sees only terror
now. It makes his cock harder inside the young girl bent before him and he
jams his cock up her asshole to the hilt.
The brunette the soldiers hung on the tree now gets the knife up her pussy
while one of the soldiers shoots his cum on her thighs.
A teenage gypsy girl is lifted from the mass of fucking soldiers a rope
around her neck.
Mean laughter and jeering explodes all around her and Hauptmann looks up to
see her pulled up off her feet, her neck snapping, her shriek cut-off
suddenly and her convulsing body suddenly the target of small pistol fire
from the soldiers. Ten, twelve, fifteen, rounds are fired into her as piss fountains from
her cunt. One soldier still wearing his helmet charges the hanging dying girl with his
bayonet fixed on the end of his rifle. With a brutal shout he drives the long bayonet-
knife right into the hanging victim's belly stepping up to her to slice her open and cut
her guts out.
Now completely out of control the soldiers raise another victim, a
brown-haired white-skinned woman, whose thin frame and gaunt face betray the
marks of vicious and unrepressed beatings. She is lifted up by bound ankles
upside down from a tree-branch near the gypsy girl who now hangs dead, face
blue, tongue lolling out, guts streaming slowly out of the gash in her belly.
The upside down woman's arms are pulled apart by two soldiers standing on
opposite sides of her. They pull and pull on her, playing tug-of-war,
laughing while another soldier stands in front of her, his cock in her mouth.
Her arms are snapped and broken and while she screams the soldier in front of
her pisses in her face... then with incredible viciousness bayonets are
rammed into her from all sides.
Hauptmann meanwhile has wrapped thin wire around his victim's slender white
neck and while her lovely blue eyes plead with him he fucks her asshole, she
still holding her legs back and up for him, while he slowly and carefully
strangles the life out of her. He looks down at the way his cock enters and
exits her tiny bleeding anal orifice drawing blood and shit out of her as she
gasps for air. He draws the strangling wire harder around his girl's neck.
...the upside down woman's screams are piercing, almost dog-yelps as the
bayonets rip and break into her, her intestines spilling down her chest and
tits into her face, her boobs pierced through...
...the brunette hand-hung to the tree whines as the knife in her pussy is
now pulled upward to slice her open, a long gash opened in her from her mons
to her neck, up into her gurgling, gasping throat, all the way up to her chin
as she shudders, dying as the men shoot their cum on her...
...on the ground near Hauptmann the soldiers pound their hapless jewgirl
with clubs smashing ribs and hipbones, slamming their clubs right on her face
and skull, pissing and cumming on the dying female.
...And Hauptmann now gets to his feet, his huge cock pulling out of the
blue-eyed girl with some difficulty, and he drags the poor bitch by her neck
along the ground, she snivelling and gasping, hands clenched to the wire that
rips into her larynx, legs kicking, feet tripping up dead leaves and twigs
and rocks, one leg twisting back, her ass scraping along the dirt...He drags
her to the ditch full of dead shot-up cunts and with a kick of his foot he
shoves her into the deathpit.
She topples sideways and her feet touch still warm woman flesh below while
her head is yanked upward to the edge of the ditch where Hauptmann holds her
by her wire-strangled neck, then Hauptmann slides down into the hole with her
pulling her downward.
While some of the men stand over the killing hole jerking off, Hauptmann
lies back on the dead bloody still-warm corpses of the women and pulls the teenage girl
down on to his prick impaling her pussy on his shaft and fucking her. Beneath
him the pile of flesh shifts and moves. Some of the victims not yet expired,
suffocating under Hauptmann's large muscular body, groan weakly...blood
spills from wounded torsos, gaping faces...piss, shit, guts....spilled and
spilling.
The smell in the pit is horrible but Hauptmann has come to love it and he
laughs and pushes himself down into the soft pliant warm bodies, plush bed of human
meat and entrails, as his bursting cock fills the young girl's pussy. He pulls on the
strangling wire tighter and tighter and finally the girl's face turns blue...
a darker blue than her pretty uprolled eyes and she sags down on to him...he
loosens the wire slaps her awake and keeps fucking her and strangling
her...Five times he chokes his child and revives her...The men above him
grunt and shoot their cum on the dead women in the pit... some of the
soldiers fuck the dead bodies in the clearing...the redhaired woman suddenly
vomits all over herself, passes out...two soldiers circle the three women
that have been spared and piss on their legs...the two still conscious
victims hang their heads and sob softly...
With a savage, triumphant shout Hauptmann orgasms in the choking girl's
pussy now yanking on the wire until blood pours down her chest and spills
from her blue quivering lips...
"Uhhh! UHHH!" he shouts. "Kill her! SOMEONE KILL THE LITTLE
CUNT..UHH! SHOOT HER!! SHOOT HER!!....NOWWWW!"
A soldier takes his rifle, takes aim as Hauptmann holds the girl upright
over his cock, her head tipped slightly backward, lovely dark curly hair
sticking to her bloody shoulders. Holding the cross-hairs on her bluish cheek
the soldier smiles and pulls the trigger.
He is only five feet from his target so the little girl's head is pierced
by the bullet and blown apart like a ripe watermelon.
"AHHHHHH!" Hauptmann shouts as her pussy muscles clench around his
spraying prick.
Then he smiles as she slumps down on him faceless, spilling her blood all
over his chest, her piss and shit drooling down his balls and thighs.
Pulling the little dead bitch off him he climbs out of the pit covered in
gore, sperm dripping from his cock.
One of the soldiers tosses him a towel.
In the clearing the men are wiping themselves and getting dressed.
Hauptmann goes to the three females bound to the tree. After wiping himself
off and tossing aside the towel he steps up to the red-haired woman, the
once-defiant prisioner, who still sags unconscious, the gash at the side of
her forehead where he struck her with his gun no longer bleeding, her lovely
hair matted around the wound. Lifting her face by her chin he slaps her hard,
five times, cruel loud slaps, until she comes to.
She looks up into the sneering sadistic face of the Nazi womankiller.
"Now, my little brave jew-whore," he sneers staring right into her beautiful
green eyes.
"Lets see how brave you really are."
The naked Nazi's eyes glint savagely, a gloating smile plays on the corners
of his grim mouth.
"I will make you a proposition. You feel responsible for the death of that
little slut earlier because of your stupid bravado. She would have died
anyway, and as you can see now, perhaps, in hindsight, it was better for her to die as
she did. But you have a chance to cleanse your soul of any responsibility you may
feel."
He reaches up now and gently caresses her tousled hair back from her face
and traces the line of her jawbone as he speaks, with his finger, like a
lover. She tries to look away but he moves her tear-filled eyes back to him,
tilting her face up by her chin in an almost fatherly way.
"These two lovely young cunts that are bound next to you...their fate is in
your hands now."
He smiles at the puzzled look on her face.
"Yes. That's right. You hold the power of life and death over them."
"I...I d-do?" she asks weakly.
"Yes, my dear. You see its very simple. If you give yourself to me I will
let them go, right here, right now."
Her eyes search his and he only smiles cruelly. Behind him the soldiers are
already dressed and one man holds Hauptmann's underclothes and uniform neatly
folded over one arm.
"Come, come, my child..." he urges, sounding like an impatient
school-teacher waiting for the right answer from a bright but inattentive
pupil. "Give me an answer..."
He steps back and begins to dress himself occasionally looking in her
direction.
She watches him, her mind dazed, swirling in confusion.
Finally he is back in uniform, tall, imposing, as now he pulls on his
gun-belt.
He turns to her and now his face is severe.
"I want your answer...now. Give yourself to me, be my whore and they live.
Refuse and we will finish all three of you this very moment."
The red-haired woman did not know the women bound next to her. She did not
know any of the women that had been savagely murdered that morning. And
though neither the gypsy woman nor the teenage girl looked at her, though
they looked down at the ground, she could sense them holding their breaths.
Then the image of the little girl earlier kneeling at Hauptmann's feet,
bending forward as he put his gun to the back of her neck came back to her...
"Yes." she said suddenly. "Whatever you want..."
He comes closer to her. She feels his breath on her face.
"No. Not what I want. What YOU want...I want to hear you say it. Say: I
will be your whore Commandant Hauptmann."
She looks at him, her lower lip quivering.
"Say it." he snarls softly.
"I- I will be your...y-your wh-whore Commandant H-Hauptmann."
"Good...Good girl..."
He turns to his soldiers.
"Release the other two and bring this one back to the truck", he orders.
She watches him turn away and walk back to the pathway that leads out of the
clearing. Two soldiers remain behind. One of them cuts all the ropes that
hold the women to the tree while the other keeps his rifle trained on the
nude females. The rope-cutter takes the red-haired woman and pushes her
brusquely out into the clearing then turns to the other two.
"Go!" he shouts pointing into the woods.
The freed victims look at each other then at the red-haired woman. They look
nervously at the soldier with the rifle who stands motionless, the same man
who earlier drove his bayonet through the hanging victim. Suddenly, the two
women start to run in the direction the first soldier indicated.
The two Nazis now go to the red-haired woman, flanking her, and walk her
toward the path the commandant and his men have just taken. She can hear the
engines of Hauptmann's vehicle and the troop-transport starting up.
As she reaches the beginning of the footpath the red-haired woman turns. She
sees the women who shared her bondage wave from the edge of the trees.
Thank you...', the younger girl mouths silently, and then both released
prisoners disappear into the woods.
The two soldiers take the red-haired woman by her arms and turn her back,
away from freedom, away from the killing field.
A smile of hope that flickers on her beautiful face flickers out.
At the end of the path is the road. And there the truck waits, engine
running. She's lifted back up into it and the two soldiers come in after her.
Already one of them is pulling his fly open, standing over her and smiling.
The smell of death from the clearing emanates from the two men.
She screams as the violent raping begins but finally she just takes it in
dull resigned silence.
The truck makes its way back to the warehouse, bumping and clattering on the
badly kept road that leads out of the forest as the afternoon sun drifts
across the clear sky.

.....................

She hangs in the dark, or between the dark and the light, in complete
disorientation. There is no longer a before or an after. It is all flowing
senselessly together. She is blindfolded but sometimes she swears she sees:
wide green meadows...a river...a house in the distance...a sunset...her
mother smiling in the window...her brother coming back on the road from
town...then it all spins into hard blackness.
She can't be sure but at first they tied her on a bed (?), wrists roped
above her head, legs spread far apart and ankle-bound. She was already
blindfolded and she could only hear them laugh, only feel their cruel
grabbing hands on her as He stood by...watching. The sheets smelled of jism
and sweat and that other smell from the forest...There was something about
the forest she had forgotten...screams...gunshots...Now there was nothing but
this empty dark and these flashes and visions and the cruel penetrations of
her body. Deep and wide and forceful fucking of her cunt and ass. Brutal and
loveless and hurtful. And His voice urging them on...Fuck the dirty
pig...Yes...Give it to her!...Split her open!...Fuck my jew whore well!
She had once been a red-haired woman, a beautiful young Jewish woman named
Ruth, now she was nothing...a hole...a cunt...He told her so. He made her
repeat it while they fucked her and they laughed to hear her say it and
fucked her harder and grunted and slapped her and choked her and spewed their cum
in her and on her belly and legs...You are a pig, His voice pronounced slowly and
deliberately through the darkness...Say it, it would command, this terrible
and unavoidable voice that entered her and took charge of her... Say it
....Say it.....Say it....And while the hands grabbed and smacked her and the
stallion-sized cocks fucked her, unseen men slamming her into the dirty,
loudly squeaking bed, her cunthole already bleeding and raw and bruised she
would say it...over and over....I am a pig...I am a cunt...I am nothing...And
they would shoot off on her as she said those words, hot spitwads of cum on
her cheeks and hair, salty in her mouth as He made her drink it...The men
laughing and laughing, grunting as their hot creamy spunk spattered her
lovely blindfolded face, gripping fist-fulls of her beautiful dark
burgundy-colored hair.
Now she hangs, tight leather bands buckled around her wrists, arms wide
apart, pulled toward the ceiling, which is somewhere above her, above the
impenetrable darkness, and a leather harness has been strapped to her head,
her sweet young mouth wide-gagged, she still blindfolded...Her legs are tied
to stakes in the cold stone floor, she forced to stand on the tips of her
toes...the hours (days) drift by...there is no telling how long they leave
her in the silent chamber, or if they are still there watching...is He
watching? Devouring her with those terrible eyes?
There is the smell of human waste all around her...sharp, pungent.
Once she thinks she hears distant screaming...she is a forest clearing and
there is a group of children (playing?) ...loud firecrackers...but the
screaming then seems close and closer...and she realizes it is she that is
screaming, hanging and alone, arms and legs numb...and again and again she
starts to drift off to sleep but before she can He is always there, His hard
hands on her, caressing her gently, waking her, His voice whispering like a
lover would whisper...Cunt...You are nothing...You are My slut....You are a
hole for my prick....Say it...Say it...Say it...and she hears her voice, weak
and entranced, repeating his words as his hand finds her aching slit...He
strokes her softly and she feels herself lubricating to his erotic
touch...After the savage raping which has left her swollen and bruised, his
tender touch is sweetly unexpectedly welcome. He strokes her and strokes, his
husky voice telling her what a pig she is, what a filthy cunt...and she
believes Him. He is right. She is nothing. She is His. Ohhh that hand so warm
and slow on her sex, on her dripping throbbing sex...then suddenly he is gone
and there is silence again, deathly silence and a hunger down there in her
pussy...
More hours (days) drifting by...thirst...terrible thirst that dries her lips
which no longer drool around the ball gag...she doesn't even know if she is
blindfolded anymore...the universe is dark...the loudest sound is the sound
of her own breath...deeper as she starts to nod off.
And now His hands are a little rougher as he wakes her, he grabbing and
holding her smooth strong thighs hard as she hangs there, tightening like
metal vise-grips until a soft moan escapes her. She feels his hands go up her
then around her head to release the harness and the ball gag...

gghhhh...she groans...th-thirsty...w-water....water...
He says nothing.
Instead, she feels a sudden sharp bright pain as he pierces a hook through
her right nipple.
Ahhhhh!
Another stab through her left nipple.
Ooowhhhh!
Stick your tongue out, he snarls.
Stick it out you bitch...
She obeys Him and he takes her tongue between thumb and forefinger. She
grunts in pain as he pulls her tongue out and stabs a hook right through the
middle of it.
Drink blood, scumbag...
Her tongue and her tits are now hooked together, nipple hooks bound by rope
to mouth hook, her head forced to face slightly downward, her tits
nipple-pulled upward to her tongue.
And again the silence as he leaves her.
Drifting slowly into numbing, painful darkness.
You are My whore now...Mine...the voice says in the darkness...but there is
light...its coming down through the trees and there are women kneeling in a
clearing...two women...yes...two women running naked into the woods...a
truck.
And then His hands.
A sharp hurt as he pierces a hook through both pussy lips and ties it with a
rope to her nipples and mouth.
Now she hangs in pierced bondage and blindfolded, a single drop of blood
snaking down the inside of her left thigh...and his hand returning to the
gentle stroking invasion of her private depths.
My whore...Your cunt is mine...Your tits are mine...You are mine...Remember?
You gave yourself to me.
Gave yourself
Gave yourself
Gave yourself
Ohhhh yessss....sweet sweet pulsing in her pussymeat...Gave myself to
Him...In the forest? In the clearing?
Was that another lifetime ago? Long before this darkness, this hurt, this
thirst.
She tries to tell Him of her thirst but her hooked mouth forms only babbling
sounds.
She no longer feels her hands up above her and the muscles in her legs and
arched feet hurt and cramp painfully making her groan and and totter unable
to move...then the merciful darkness descending over
her...sleep...sleep...will He ever let her sleep?
...again (?) His steps approach.
He reaches up and pulls off the dark cloth around her eyes.

She is blinded by the harsh light.
Bright fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling above her.
And the mirror. Ohh God the entire wall of the torture chamber is a mirror
where she can see herself as His cruel eyes consume her, he smiling a cruel
smile as he observes her reaction.
Look at yourself, cunt, yes....Look at yourself.
She hangs there wide open, nipples mouth and pussy hooked and bound, dried
blood rivulets running off each tiny wound. But what is worse are her eyes.
They are hollow. Her ribs stand out plainly, her skin is pale and sallow and
there are bruises on her thighs left by the rapists as well as a small gash
(from when he struck her with his gun?) in her head around which her lovely
red hair is matted.
Her face is a perfect picture of defeat and humiliation.
She does not know how long she has hung in this chamber. There is a puddle
of piss and a pile of excrement down on the floor between her spread legs.
She sees it in the mirror, knowing now that the stench in the chamber all
this time has been coming from her own body...
And in this moment of suffocating confusion she is sure of only one thing...
...sure of only one single, exclusive fact.
And she clings to this fact so as not to vanish into complete screaming
madness...clings to it like a shipwrecked survivor to a life-rope.
She is His whore.
Completely.
He stands before him and she sees him light the candle.
She looks on, not comprehending as he holds the flame to the end of the hook
buried in her nipple.
And then as the metal heats up her eyes look up at him suddenly startled.
He is smiling.
Yes...you feel it don't you? he says.
Involuntarily she tries to pull away but can go nowhere as he laughs softly
and just holds the flame to her.
The searing heat gradually becomes intolerable. Her mouth opens wide as she
gasps and screams then screeches as the hook tears into her tongue.
He steps back and in the mirror she sees her nipple blackened as he now
lifts the candle flame to the other breast.
Nhhhaaa..nhaaaa..nhaaaa! nhhhaaa!
She groans shaking her head.
Her mind slips, turns, drifts in the tossing ocean of madness.
DON'T MOVE! he shouts.
She obeys Him even though it is nearly impossible to do so.
The horrible heat seems to enter her tit and spread into her chest inside,
traveling up her neck, her head tilting back then pulled straight by the
hook-line. He holds it to her and holds it there. Longer and longer. Until
her cries are sobbing and heart-rending. Until she almost passes out. Then He
takes it away.
She breathes in short panting gasps.
She searches for pity in the Nazi commandant's eyes but finds only gloating
sadistic pleasure... and now he is going down on one knee and bringing the
candle flame to the hook in her pussylips.
UU-Uuuwwhhhhhhhghhhh! she groans.
Fire races through her womb and upper thighs. Her legs quiver. The hot metal
sears the soft folds of flesh and smoke smoulders from them as he teases her
with the flame bringing it to her vaginal mouth then pulling it back,
bringing it forward and pulling it back, looking up at her, reveling in her
torment.
She sees herself in the mirror suffering, eyes wild, trying to hold the one
idea clear in her mind...His...His...His...She is His...
Filthy pig... he says softly. That's all you are. A filthy fucking pig...
Say it...C'mon...say it for me...
Uhwwhh...f-f-f-f-uhhhhh..fil-filthy...aahhhgghhh...fu-fuhh...
I'm a filthy fucking jew-pig, Master....c'mon...you can say it,
bitch...c'mon...say it...
The flame now steady...the smell of burning flesh coming up into her flaring
nostrils.
y-yeahhhh....ohhwhhh...I'm a filthy...a filthy...fucking...uuwhhh...J-J-JEW-PIG, M-
MASTER!
He takes the flame away and his hand is gently stroking her again.
Aauurghhhhh...she moans nodding, closing her eyes...
Like that? Huh? You like that, cunt?
She nods and nods and her whole body responds to the hand that now
skillfully and rhythmically works her pussy. She seems to be adrift now,
drifting in mid-air, floating, flying and as her eyes flutter, she sees the
forest again and starts to remember, quivering now as Her Master's hand
controls her pleasure...She sees Him put the gun to the girl's head...pulling
the trigger.
Ahhhhh...she groans as an unstoppable wave of pleasure ripples through her.
She sees Her Master and the prisioner-women on their knees...the women
sucking His cock...the bitch sucking the gun and getting her head blown
away...the women falling dead into the ditch...
Nnhhhh...ohhhh...OHH! OH! OHH!
The pleasure pulses in her...she sees Him fucking the little girl in the
deathpit...the child's head exploding from the rifleshot.
And He watches her as He manipulates her warm drooling pussy.
You're mine, SLUT...ALL MINE...
Yes! YES! THIS IS WHAT SHE NEEDS TO HEAR! THIS ONE GREAT
UNSHAKABLE TRUTH!
Auu! Auuhhh! Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh - UUHHHHWHHH!
She is so close to orgasm, the final wave gathering momentum, stirring deep
deep in her womb and then...and then...
...and then...
He stops.
She looks at him, brows arched, dried lips sagging, hooked tongue lolling.
He is lifting the blindfold back on to her face.
Ohhhhhh Goddddd nnoooooooooo....the darkness again...dark dark dark
dark....nothing...she is nothing...she is nothing...she is no one...she is
His Whore...only that..his filthy jew whore...ohhh Goddd thirst...thirst
thirst thirst...sleep sleep sleep...will He let me sleep? will he let me sl-
Flying...so high. Below is the forest, colorful autumn trees, swirling
colors, the women looking up at her in the clearing. They marvel that she can
do this. They are on their knees and there are knights, medieval knights in
full battle armor circling them, charging in on them with swords. The
females are naked, pale, and beautiful and they just kneel there in the grass
while the knights raise their long gleaming blades and shout...The swords
sweep down as she flies closer to see...she wants to see the women...swords
piercing into tits and bellies...the women smile...open their mouths in
gasping pleasure...The knights make war on the unresisting women hacking them
apart. One bitch lays back on the grass and opens her legs to be
sword-fucked, shouting knight burying his sword to the hilt in her pussy as
she shudders and orgasms, blood pouring out of her red-lipped mouth...and the
bitch looks up at her, all the women look up at the red-haired woman flying
above them as they fall, dying, smiling, their lips forming the soundless
words:
'Thank you...Thank you...Thank you...'
...blood and entrails on the grass...the knights lifting their swords to the
sky, pointing them up at her as she flies over them, their manly war-cry
sending waves of pleasure through her...
...and suddenly again now so soon (?)
His voice. The voices of men approaching.
Hands reaching up to her blindfold.
"...five days." His voice is saying.
The words do not register. They mean nothing.
The blindfold is gone now and her eyes are hazed by the bright overhead
lights again and confused. Is that woman hanging across the room in a mirror?
Are those fishing hooks through her breasts and pussy and tongue?
The men are laughing, two soldiers, one blonde, one dark, shirtless with Her
Master.
"She's been hanging here for five days?" the dark-haired one says reaching
out to lift her face, his strong hand at her chin, he looking into her
blown-away eyes with wonder. He studies her hooked mouth with a hungry
lustful expression.
"Amazing, Herr Commandant...simply amazing."
"Yes," the other man comments. "This cow is very strong."
"Strong physically yes," Her Master says now taking her by her hips to look
straight into her soul.
She yearns mindlessly for his touch, and the sensation of His hands on her
sends warm shivers of pleasure through her.
"But mentally...she is totally broken now...Aren't you, cunt? Hmmm? Tell
these gentlemen what you are...Go ahead tell them."
Her voice is weak, trembling, raspy, and she has to use all her
concentration to say the Words he has taught her. Her hooked tongue makes it
difficult to speak.
"I-I'm a...filthy...f-fucking...Jew...pig...a-a-and...I..a-am...Yours..."
The men smile.
"Excellent," the dark-haired one says.
"Do you know why you are here?" Her Master asks.
She is in deep confusion. He has not taught her this answer.
He smiles patiently.
"You have no idea, do you, my sweet little tramp?"
She shakes her head slowly, the hook in her tongue reminding her again of
its presence as she moves with sharp jabs of pain in both nipples and in her
pussy-lips that make her brows knit together.
"Well...I'm going to tell you. You are here for my pleasure. For
Hauptmann's pleasure. Do you understand?"
She nods stupidly. These are just words. They mean nothing.
He suddenly reaches over and pulls on the hook-lines stretching her nipples
and pussy lips outward, pulling her tongue from of her mouth.
Painbursts bring her to full attention.
"Do you UNDERSTAND?" the Nazi snarls.
She nods wildly hoping he will stop, hoping he will release her from the
terrible hurt.
But he just tugs a little harder. Fresh blood spills from the hook-wounds.
The two men smile as they watch and she sees their hands move to their
swelling crotches.
A fat blood-drop oozes from her pierced tongue and rolls down her chest.
Suddenly the cruel Nazi commandant releases her.
"Say it," he tells her, his hands back on her wide out-curving hips. "Tell
me why you are here."
"Y-youhhhrr p-pleasure...m-mahhster..." she replies haltingly.
"Good."
"H-Hauptmm-mm-man's...p-ple-zure..."
"Very good," he tells her, a cruel glimmer in his dark eyes.
"The bitch deserves a reward, eh gentlemen?"
The men laugh and nod vigorously.
"These are friends of mine, cunt," he tells her. "They are experts in the
field of, shall we say, interrogation?"
"Actually, Hans here," he gestures to the blond man. "He is a fine doctor."
"And Miller..." the man winks at her and smiles. "Miller is a surgeon."
"But war brings out other talents in men, hidden talents which must be used
for the good of the Fatherland! Heil Hitler!"
As he shouts the words and salutes the other two men follow suit, shouting
their salute, all three men then breaking into wicked laughter.
"In any case," Hauptmann continues. "You, my sweet lovely red-headed whore,
deserve a reward not only for surviving thus far your five-day ordeal, but
also for trading your life so bravely that others might be free. Such
self-less sacrifice deserves attention and we are going to give it to you."
He turns to the other two men now.
"Gentlemen...I want to see you whip this worthless jew-bitch. I want you to
whip her to blood, to whip the goddamn shit out of her. And that is an order.
Give her the reward she so richly deserves!"
"Yes, Herr Commandant," both men reply sharply. She watches them go to the
wall of the torture chamber from which straps ropes and floggers hang down
from hooks.
Both men return to the hanging woman with long slender dressage whips.
"Good choice," Hauptmann comments. He turns to her and stares into her soul
again.
"I leave the whore in your hands...Make her hurt for me."
The men nod curtly as Hauptmann turns to walk wordlessly to a chair on the
far side of the torture chamber. He turns the chair to face the hanging
woman, his back to the mirrored wall, and he sits, crossing his booted legs
comfortably, removing his cap and tossing it on a table nearby, loosening the
collar on his uniform jacket.
The two men circle their victim tapping the thin whip-canes in the palms of
their hands, studying her nakedness like sculptors studying a slab of marble.
"Did you know that this type of whip is used to train horses?" Miller asks
the hanging woman. His voice is deep and gravelly.
She shakes her head slowly, a blank look on her face, her eyes following
first one man then the other as they circle.
"Yes," Hans continues. "The horse eventually learns to execute very complex
maneuvers without the need of its punishing blows."
"That's because once the animal feels it..." Miller says from behind her.
And suddenly she hears a sharp high-pitched whistle then a sharp whack as the
lash tears across her plump asscheeks. The pain is a sharp penetrating flash
that makes her squeal. "...he never forgets it."
Now Hans is behind her, she tries to look back at him but the hook-line from
tongue to tits keeps her face-forward.
She can see the man in the mirror however, as he raises his arm. She sees
the cruel sneer on his face and simultaneously Her Master's penetrating gaze
from across the room as the whip slashes across the top half of her buttocks,
above the cut Miller placed there and which is already flaring red.
The bitch jumps to the new blow and gasps.
"Let's raise her a bit higher," Miller suggests.
She sees him go to a wooden column in the center of the room on which a
crank-lever is mounted and from which ropes lead upward to the ceiling. He
turns the lever making it snap and lock in to the next position and as she
does she feels her wrists being pulled higher. Her numb and bloodless arms
suddenly come alive with a thousand pinpricks of pain and her legs which have
been stiffly held to the same position for the past few interminable days
cramp and ache horribly. The leather straps at wrists and ankles grip her
pitilessly bringing her distress to an almost intolerable high-pitch. Miller
turns the crank again smiling as the red-haired woman screams raucously.
He gives the crank one final turn exquisitely stretching the unfortunate
captive to the limit of her tolerance and as she sobs and groans, her feet
almost completely off the ground the two men close in on her and begin a
viciously methodical whipping.
Moving about their defenseless target they aim quick sharp blows that punish
her without damaging her. They concentrate in two main areas at first: the
front of her body, across the hanging pear-mounds of her nipple-hooked tits,
(the whips occasionally becoming entangled in the hook-lines and pulling on
her cauterized wounds and her quivering tongue); and the firm, curvaceous
mounds of her ass. There, across her fine rump, they strike harder, welting
the pale skin quickly, placing long horizontal streaks of pain on their
suspended victim.
Hauptmann watches the whipping of his slut-slave with the eyes of a
connosieur. For him, this slut is an exceptional victim. As she cries and
mewls and twists to the pain he lights up a cigarette and draws deeply on it.
His cock is already responding to the sounds and the visions of torture.
The two handsome and brutal Nazis move slowly around the woman, their
naked abdomens gleaming with sweat as they swing their thin whistling whips.
They swat at her long slender legs now, from her hips to her knees, front
and back and Hauptmann looks at her face as each cut falls to see her shut
her eyes tightly, pull her hook-tied tongue into her mouth and grit her
teeth.
The woman's legs are perfectly shaped and proportioned and it gives the men
incredible pleasure to focus the slicing whips there. And as the they shift
their attack down her thighs and calves she seems to surrender herself to it.
Her eyes look for Her Master's. She looks at him from across the room now,
over Miller's shoulder, giving him her pain, her sanity draining away visibly
as she surrenders her soul to the sharp merciless blows. The tips of the
dressage whips flick at her heels, at the tops of her feet. Miller stands in
front of her, puts the lash between her spread thighs and flicks it back and
forth rapidly moving upward toward the hooked flesh of her pussy then rearing
back to strike downward across her mons. With excellent timing, Hans, behind
her flicks his weapon across her shoulderblades with increasing ferocity
until it seems to set her whole back ablaze. Then both men are behind her
aiming downward swipes at both fat buttcheeks, crossing the horizontal welts
with vertical ones, then swatting her hips to make her writhe and leap for
Hauptmann in an obscene and totally involuntary dance of pain.
As the whipping escalates they come to stand on either side of her to take
turns, each man raising the lash high and bringing it down on her succulent
already welted tit-bags with all their strength.
Each horrible cut makes her shriek and shiver.
The men wait...they wait for each reaction to play itself out...then they
strike...
In the chair, Hauptmann has unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his huge cock
out to jerk off as he watches.
The strokes across the red-haired bitch's tits are absolutely merciless.
Between hits the Nazi tormentors jiggle the lines purposefully pulling
on the murderous hooks and watching her go crazy with pain.The welts they
mark her with now are dark blue and the skin of her boobs breaks in places
where the swatting dressage whips cross and re-cross the same spot. Her
nipples bleed from the tugging hooks and her tongue is pulled down over her
lower lip. They continue their unmitigated attack for almost fifteen minutes,
until the redhead's tits are a hash of red ravaged flesh and until she starts
to pass out, her eyes rolling back. Then they stop.
Hauptmann brings his chair and sits in front of her, between her wide-flung
legs, his cock aimed upward.
"Lower the bitch on to my cock," he commands.
Miller goes to the crank and slowly lowers the beaten woman into Hauptmann's
eager hands.
Hauptmann now pulls the hooks out of her one at a time she crying
hysterically, her blood on his hands and speckling his uniform as she slides
down. The hook in her tongue is the last one he removes pulling her pretty
face to his after he does to kiss her obscenely and hungrily, tasting her
blood and the dryness of her thirst. He holds up his cock, aimed at her
swollen and bruised slit and guides her on to it, his other hand on her hip,
as Miller continues to crank the bound woman downward. Hauptmann penetrates
easily into her womb finding her wet and hot, holding her head by her hair to
pump himself upward into the whipped bitch. For a few moments he fucks her
running his hands slowly over her whipped body, relishing the tactile
sensation of each welt and each bruise, the living heat of her beaten flesh.
And he delights in hearing her sobbing pain slowly transform into moaning
pleasure.
"Yes, pig..." he whispers hoarsely. "You love it, don't you? You fucking
love it...Uhh! All you Jew whores are sluts...mmmm...Uhh!...uh.... It's not hard to bring
it out of you...Not hard at all..."
He grabs her tits by the nipples, pinching and twisting the bleeding burned
nubs of flesh as she looks down on him, lost. Angrily he slaps the beaten
paps back and forth and she only bites her lip and grinds her hips
reflexively against his fucking jabs.
"Pig..." he snarls slapping her harder, making her cry out... "Pig! Pig!
Jew Pig! We're going to kill you, pig....kill you...kill you...kill you...kill
you...kill you..."
His soft hoarse voice repeats the words like a mantra between the vicious
slaps.
"Kill...kill...kill...kill..."
He's slapping her face now, hard. The two men have dropped the dressage
whips and have slowly and almost casually stripped naked. They watch
Hauptmann fuck the hanging bitch as they jerk off slowly, with measured
strokes that keep their huge cocks hard and erect.
Hauptmann now slowly extracts his engorged appendage from the woman and
rises to his feet. Pushing the chair aside he goes to the crank-lever and
continues to lower his victim, her legs giving out, she sliding down to her
knees. He takes a knife and cuts her wrists and ankles free of the leather
straps and suspension ropes and she slumps to lie on the floor at his feet.
"Get up!" he orders kicking into her soft flank with his boot. She grunts
but continues to lie on the floor.
"Get up on your feet!" he shouts kicking her again. She tries rising up on
her arms then falling back to the floor weakly, her strained muscles unable
to support her.
Cruelly, Hauptmann jabs her whipped ass with the knife sinking the blade
into her and slicing a deep gash in her rump-globe.
She screams shrilly.
"YOU WILL GET UP! NOW! FOR ME!..."
He jams the knife into her thigh.
She squeals.
"....FOR YOUR MASTER.... RIGHT NOW!"
The men watch the beaten, defeated bitch struggle up on hands and knees,
groaning with the pain and effort of her ordeal. They jerk off, all three of
them, as she now comes up on her knees, beautiful slut, all whipped and
slashed and bruised, motivated by her perfect and completely irrational
submission to the Nazi commandant...then on one leg, finding her balance,
moaning, her face a portrait of undeserved suffering...then both legs,
unsteadily, like a fresh-born lamb, standing between her three tormentors, arms hanging
at her side, ugly dark-blue congealed blood around wrists and ankles, red and violet
streak-welts all over her but a denser concentration on buttcheeks and
tits...and she looks now like the gazelle surrounded by the pride of lions
about to finish their weakened wounded prey.
All three men take up braided whips, thick, brutal, braided, thonged,
leather whips and they take turns slashing at the standing victim. She
raises her arms instinctively.
"HANDS DOWN!" shouts Hauptmann.
She obeys holding her arms to her sides obediently, with an effort of will,
as the men castigate her unrestrainedly.
The whips fly and curl around her hips and back. They find her vulnerable
spots again and again and she shrieks and pleads with them and babbles and
sobs. She tries to turn and almost loses her balance.
"STAND STILL CUNT! DON'T YOU FALL... MISERABLE JEW PIG!"
The crash of the whips is deafening as the Nazi's flail the innocent
defenseless prisioner.
She shrieks wildly and goes up on her toes as the pain burns her flesh.
Now they are slicing blood out of her. Whiptongues thrash and snarl and rip
her flesh and cut her apart.
The men grunt like animals as they flog their victim. Dark braided welts
spring up all over her, dark braided bleeding welts.
"Let's see if we can bring her down!" Miller shouts.
The men enthusiastically tear the whips across her shins and thighs and feet
and laugh to see her try at all costs to maintain her stance, shifting from
leg to leg until finally two very severe blows, one across her upper thigh,
the other across an up-turned foot bring the bitch to her knees with a thump.
They shout victoriously and drop their whips.
Hauptmann stands over her.
"You disobeyed me, cunt..."
She looks up at him panting, her eyes unfocused.
"I told you to remain standing....this is a serious infraction."
"..y-yes master..."
Behind him the two soldiers barely suppress a cynical laugh.
"But before your adequate punishment is considered we are going to be
merciful."
He now kicks off his boots and pulls his pants off tossing them aside.
"Come, gentlemen...Let us grant our prisoner one request she made to me
some hours ago...I believe at that time you expressed a great desire for
water, did you not?"
She looks up at him, wiping a hand across her tear covered face.
"Y-yess...m-master...I...I'm so thirsty..."
"Then, though you most certainly do not deserve it...drink."
Hauptmann raises his cock, now only slightly tumescent and a stream of dark
yellow piss jets from it and splashes the unsuspecting woman's face. She
starts to turn away but he reaches down and holds her head still.
"Drink it you fucking pig!"
The other men watch incredulous as the red-haired woman opens her lips wide,
kneeling submissively at the Nazi's feet to drink his urine. Without a
second thought, eagerly licking their lips, they too hose down the
unfortunate woman, until she kneels in a puddle of hot stink, her lovely
crimson hair hanging down her shoulders in long wet strands, dripping piss
down her shoulders, her head hanging in shame as they finish, stepping up to
her to wipe their cocks on her whipstreaked tits.
"Well," Hauptmann begins, the laughter and irony gone from his voice as he
stares down at the woman on the floor. "Now for your punishment. As I said
earlier, Miller is an excellent surgeon."
He turns to the dark-haired man who gazes down at the prostrated victim.
"Miller...I want you to skin this bitch alive for me...Alive, understood?"
Miller nods slowly.
"I want her skin taken off her but I don't want her to die from it."
"I think it can be done," Miller says. "Perhaps Hans is a better judge than
I of the endurance of this female."
"As I said earlier. This cow is very strong," Hans says slowly. "She can
take plenty of punishment."
"In that case," Hauptmann says stepping back, "Let's give her all she can
take."
Knowing exactly what to do now, having planned it ahead of time, Miller and
Hans take her by her arms and lift her up, half-carrying her to a work-horse
between two wooden columns. On the crosspiece of the wooden horse a huge
metal dildo with spikes on it rises upward toward the ceiling. The hideous
and dangerous spear is almost three feet long extending below the wooden
cross-piece to the floor an additional three feet. They lift the red-haired
woman on to the workhorse, her thighs straddling the dildo which Hauptmann
carefully aims up into her anal opening. Holding the woman between them the
two Nazis work her down on to the spiked dildo slowly her head snapping
backward to give out a braying howl of inhuman agony.
"...beautiful..." Hauptmann groans jerking off. The victim's most intense
suffering is his most acute pleasure.
Gradually the woman is shimmied downward, the metal spear gouging through
her lower intestines, ripping a gash in her bladder, nudging her uterus and
eventually piercing it.
"Careful!" Hans warns. "Move her to the left a bit...good...good..."
Shit and blood stream out of her gouged asshole and a spurt of hot piss
followed by a thick gush of blood from her cunt.
Hauptmann is transported by the sight of the sobbing moaning impaled woman.
Finally she rests on top of the workhorse, her toes barely touching the
ground, the Nazis pulling her arms apart and raising them high to slide her
wrists into straps the inside folds of which are circled with tiny nails so
that as they pull taut the nails drive into her skin hurting her terribly but
not gouging deep enough to bleed her veins.
From a beam above her a collar is dropped from a pulley line. The collar,
like the wrist straps, has nails all along the inside rim, although
these are slightly larger and quite capable of gashing open her jugular. The
men pull on the line and the nails draw tight around the bitch's neck,
piercing the skin, the line tied to hold her at the very brink of death.
Then, as Hans and Hauptmann watch enthralled, masturbating slowly, Miller
goes to a black doctor's bag on the table, reaches in and takes out several
silver instruments wrapped in a white linen cloth. He lays these out choosing
a slender shiny scalpel.
He comes for the woman.
She sees him come.
Her eyes flutter as the nail-collar tightens around her neck. Blood from her
pierced wrists trickles down her arms into her armpits.
In her mind she sees the knights charging the naked women in the clearing
swinging their swords.
Miller is behind her. One hand at her shoulder to steady her. He has moved
her hair out of the way and it lies off to one side over her right breast.
He places the scalpel to the base of her warm neck.
He pushes the blade gently into the skin and she feels the deep prick.
Pushing evenly and holding the bound woman steady Miller drags the shiny
blade, the tip of which is buried in her skin, down the line of her welt-crossed spine,
very carefully and slowly as the woman opens her mouth and lets out a moaning
cry that goes higher and higher as he cuts lower and lower. By the time he
reaches her waist she is yowling and he has to hold her firmly but he
continues, impervious, all the way down to the crack of her ass.
Once he completes the main cut, from which rivulets of blood flow and spill
down her waist and buttocks he returns to the shoulders.
Now he slices horizontally from left to right, just above her
shoulderblades, cutting across her whipped back, long streams of
blood now running out of her as he holds her and cuts her, his cock booming
straight up, her blood dripping on it as he steps forward closer to her,
behind the workhorse.
When the top lateral cut is complete he sinks his scalpel into her lower
back, into the creamy flesh just above her ass, now bluewelted, and performs
another long slow horizontal slice on the screaming whining bitch.
The men now stand behind the woman to watch Miller reach up and take the
left flap of her back pulling the top layer of skin off her, pulling from the
middle to the left first at the top, working his way down her back to her
waist, peeling her like a tomato. Then peeling the right flap off her slowly,
drawing out the hideous torture, the men making grunting noises of approval
as the bitch howls and shrieks dementedly. Suddenly, she goes limp, passing
out. Hans goes to the black bag on the table and takes a vial of smelling
salts. Holding it under the red-haired woman's nose he revives her and her
eyes stare at him like a dying animal's and he smiles as she starts to
scream, her voice already hoarse and winded. Miller now peels back the entire
right side then, taking the scalpel he slices the two large flaps of skin
right off her leaving her back completely exposed, raw bleeding meat. All
three men touch the living skinned flesh, they lick it, their eyes cruel
slits as the smell and taste of her blood intoxicate them.
Now Miller goes around to stand in front of her.
The others stand behind him to watch him work.
He is an artist with the scalpel.
They watch him pierce her chest right at the collar bone on the left side.
Pushing into her skin he cuts right through her breastmeat, cuts her breast
open, bisects it as the men gasp and grunt and jerk off. Her tit splits open
like a sliced peach and he moves to her other breast while she screams and
tries to look down, the nail-collar holding her head upright, Miller smiling
now as he pulls her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling it toward
him, lifting her tit off her, disfiguring it and then slicing her nipple
clean off, blood shooting on to his chest, he stopping to jerk off for a few
moments. Working neatly and carefully he slices both her tits off at the
root now, completely off her and hands the orbs of mutilated punished flesh
to the two men who rub them on their hairy chests and then down on to their
hard stiff pricks.
Again the red-haired woman passes out and again Hans revives her.
As she comes to, a gulp of blood bursts from her lips.
All three men take turns to kiss her and drink the gutblood that pours out
of her.
Now, Miller makes an incision just below the collar, at the center of her
chest and sliding the blade down between the gashed bleeding holes where her
tits were he cuts through her belly button and to the very beginning of her
pussy slit. He makes lateral incisions, like he did with her back, from
shoulder to shoulder and from hip to hip, slicing and removing the flaps of
skin that are the front flesh of the tortured passionately shrieking victim.
Her torso now completely skinned, the scalpel-wielding Nazi takes a moment
to jerk off and take deep breaths to keep from ejaculating all over the blood
soaked slut and with measured determination begins to work on her legs.
He slices from the hip to the knee at the front of both legs then all the
way around at the upper thigh and just above the knee to remove her
thighflesh.
When both thighs are gone he moves to her lovely legs slicing the calves
open and peeling the skin off her.
Twice more she passes out and is revived but finally she hangs before them a
bloody mass of flesh, completely skinned alive.
Miller begins to put the blade to her face but Hauptmann stops him.
"Wait...I want her to see something before we finish her..."
Hauptmann goes to the door of the torture chamber, opens it and calls to
someone in the other room:
"Bring them in."
Two soldiers, their uniforms splotched with blood,each dragging a bound
female victim by the hair enter the chamber.
The two bodies are brought to where the red-haired woman hangs butchered
and mutilated but still conscious.
"I think these were friends of yours,"Hauptmann snarls meanly standing
between the two corpses and pulling them up by their hair into the redhead's
view.
The women have been horribly beaten, their tits and cunt cut out, bullet
holes all over them but their faces are intact and lovely in disfigured
horror.
The redhead gasps, coughing up blood. She recognizes the two women the Nazis
had set free in the forest. Her mind drowning in a sea of limitless agony
cannot take this last insult. Raising herself up slightly she yanks down on
the collar at her neck and the nails gouge into her but her bondage holds her
and robs her of her suicide attempt.
Hauptmann laughs and the soldiers join in.
"You think we would really let these pigs go? These exquisitely delicious
young pigs?"
Hauptmann looks from one corpse to the other then up at the redhead.
"No, my sweet little whore...In fact I helped kill them...They took forever
to die...Just like you...so you see, you gave your life for nothing."
He drops the dead women and stands now jerking off.
"...all...for...nothing...."
He comes over to the workhorse and reaches under the skinned slut taking the
base of the long spear-dildo in hand.
He looks up at Miller.
"Cut her face," he snarls.
Miller has been waiting expectantly and now with Hans and Hauptmann and the
two soldiers watching he has an audience.
He puts the scalpel just below the woman's left eye and with one quick slice
he cuts her cheek open. Then moving to the other side of her face he cuts her
right cheek open. He makes several cuts on her fleshy lips, he cuts off one
ear and finally he cuts off both eyelids.
Meanwhile, Hauptmann pushes the dildo-spear up into the woman.
The upward thrust meets resistance and the bitch grunts, gags, chokes in her
own blood but then he breaks through into her stomach and up her esophagus.
The soldiers and Hans shout as the top of the dildospear rips out through
the redhead's mouth. Hauptmann keeps driving the rest of the spear through
her, until her head hinges back and a foot and a half of dildospear protrudes
upward.
Now Hans takes the line that pulls on the nail-collar and with a vicious
yank he buries the nails in the whore's throat his cum shooting out on her
flank.
In front of her, responding to the victims paroxysmic death spasms, Miller
slices her skinned bellybag open all the way across and all her guts spew out
of her in a stinking gob to the floor as he pokes his cock into the gashwound
to come inside of it.
Hauptmann next tells the four men to stand clear.
He takes an ax from a hook on the wall and raising the heavy weapon he
brings it down on the woman to cut her arms through at the elbows, first one
then the other so that she's left propped up on the dildo spear. Then, going
to the workhorse to tilt it backward, spilling the thing that was once a
beautiful woman on the floor, he empties his balls on her severed pierced
face and unseeing eyes and with one final triumphantly victorious shout
buries the hatchet in the skinned and bleeding torso, right through the still
beating heart.
"UUGGHHH-GHH-GWHHHH!" she grunts going stiff then sighing a long
rattling death sigh...for a moment her eyes do seem to look up at him...then
incredibly her cut bleeding lips turn slightly upward in a loving and tender
smile as she dies at the feet of her killer.

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