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“Mmmpph!”
Katie protested as von Stumpel’s gloved finger slipped into her
anus. She twisted her body in
an attempt to escape the Nazi doctor’s
probing. She was filled with
loathing at what he had planned for her, and she had made her anger known
in no uncertain terms. Von Stumpel
had ordered her gagged shortly after she had been ordered to strip at
gunpoint. There seemed no point
in holding back once her clothes were
removed. What did she have to
lose?
She was helpless to prevent what von Stumpel
was doing and had been doing to her.
He had started by having her
undress. As mentioned she did
so only with great reluctance and at the point of the pistols the two guards
threatened her with.
“Come, my dear,” von Stumpel had
said in almost unaccented English.
“I can call on as many assistants as I need in order to divest
you of your clothing. But I assure
you that if I am required to do that the experience will not be
pleasant.”
Grudgingly, Katie had removed her
clothing. She tired to ignore
the smirking guards as she did so, but could not hold down the feeling that
welled up inside her as she stripped.
She stood tall in front of the Nazi Doctor, her hands at her sides
and her head up defiantly.
“Perfect!” von Stumpel
exclaimed. “Perfect is she
not?’ He addressed the remark
to his tall blonde assistant.
“Ja,
Herr doctor,” the woman
had replied. She carried a clipboard
and a fountain pen and made notes as Katie
undressed.
There were four guards in the
room. Three of them came forward
as von Stumpel nodded to them. They
had obviously done this sort of thing
before. Two of them moved to
either side of her and took her arms while the third knelt at her feet and
attached a pair of shackles. Then
they moved her toward a pair of shining steel
pillars. Katie saw at once what
they intended and attempted to break away, but with her ankles shackled and
a man holding each arm she was propelled inevitably
forward.
“What are you doing you Kraut bastard?”
Katie shouted, desperately trying to wrench
free.
Von Stumpel looked at her
disapprovingly. “A racial
slur? I expected better of you
than that.”
“The hell you did you
son-of-a-bitch. You’re nothing
but a filthy pervert masquerading as a scientist.”
Von Stumpel had seemed quite offended at the
last remark. “Chain her
and then gag her,” he ordered.
Katie continued to fight as the three men
positioned her between the steel pillars and pulled her arms to the sides,
but she was unable to prevent them from attaching a set of irons that hung
from each of the posts to each of her
wrists. She stood helplessly,
her arms elevated higher than her shoulders while a red rubber ball was strapped
over her mouth, muffling all further
protests. Her ankles were then
chained to rings at the bottom of the posts and then the examination had
begun.
Von Stumpel started with her
breasts. Where
else? First he took her measurements,
speaking aloud as he relayed information to his blonde
assistant. “Her bust measures
an impressive 102 centimeters. Her
breasts are full, round, and globular.
The nipples are located slightly above centre and measure a centimeter
and a half when erect. Her areolas
are five centimeters in diameter and match the pink-brown colouring of the
nipples.” He stopped, and
placing the tape in his pocket hefted her breasts.
“Mmmpph!”
Katie protested through the
ball gag, as the German scientist massaged her breasts.
“They are surprisingly firm for such
large organs,” von Stumpel
continued. He produced an alligator
clip and a small scale from his pocket.
“Mmpph!”
Katie grunted again as he snapped
the clip onto her nipple.
Attaching the scale to the clip he lifted
her breast. “Five kilos,”
he droned. It sounded very much
as if he was talking about a sack of
flour.
“Certainly a magnificent animal,”
he continued. “An almost
perfect Nordic type.”
Beside him his assistant
frowned. “Well, you too
Gertie,” he said almost
apologetically.
The tall blonde gave him a cold
smile. “Thank you doctor,
but perhaps we should get on with the examination.”
Von Stumpel
nodded. Removing the alligator
clip from Katie’s nipple he put it in his pocket and took out the tape
measure again. “Waist 65
centimetres. Hips
96.” Schallenberger dutifully
recorded the information.
As von Stumpel worked his way lower, his
measurements became more invasive.
It was the measurement of her vaginal and anal region that disturbed
Katie the most and resulted in her loudest
protests. But gagged, her complaints
were muffled. She could do little
more than struggle against her restraints and grunt plaintively as he probed
her and took measurement after
measurement.
Finally he seemed
satisfied. “Excellent,”
he said. “She will make
perfect breeding stock. Send
out the redhead.”
Larra sat calmly in her
cell. Isolated from her friends,
she could nothing but wait and hope for an opportunity to
escape. So far her escape chances
had been limited. Her food and
drink was shoved through a small hole in the bottom of the solid steel cell
door and dirty dishes and utensils were removed in the same
way. She never even saw a
guard. In a way that was a blessing,
it gave her chance to recover from her desert ordeal and Sturm’s brutal
rape, but it made it damned difficult if not impossible to
escape. Unless the Germans saw
fit to remove her from the cell she was pretty much stuck where she was unless
someone came to her rescue.
She kept herself occupied with calisthenics,
kata, and meditation, but it was not a satisfying
existence. Shut away from her
friends and all contact with the world, she could only wonder what was happening
to them. Fear that they were
being tortured or worse constantly preyed on her mind and it was almost with
relief when she heard the sound of her cell being
unlocked. The door opened to
reveal the German in the white coat who had visited hr when she had first
been imprisoned. He was backed
up by four guards armed with sub-machine
guns.
“Good morning,
“Morning,” Larra
thought. “So that’s
what it is.” In the cell
the lights had been kept on, making
it impossible to keep track of time.
“I don’t believe we were properly
introduced,” the white-coated man
continued. “I am Doctor
Gerhard von Stumpel and this is my assistant Gertrude
Schallenberger.” He stepped
aside to allow Larra to see that there was a tall blonde woman also dressed
in white. In spite of her wire
rimmed spectacles and her severe hair style Larra saw that she was very
attractive, in a rather severe, unsmiling Teutonic sort of
way.
Larra
nodded. “To what do I owe
this honour?” she asked without
inflection.
“A desire for information,” answered
von Stumpel. “But I think
it is better if we do not talk here.
It is much more comfortable in my quarters.”
Larra was not sure that von Stumpel’s
quarters was where she preferred to be, but any change in location offered
a better chance for escape than the cell, and she always found submachine
guns most persuasive. As she
exited the cell, she coolly gauged her chances, but the guards kept their
distance all the while training their weapons on
her. Von Stumpel also took no
chances.
“Just a precaution,” Fraulein,”
he said as he snapped a pair of handcuffs over her wrists, locking her hands
behind her back. “I really
don’t think you would try to escape, but I have been warned that you
are capable of the most extraordinary acts of
daring.”
Larra did not know whether to be annoyed or
flattered. But she had spent
so much time in bondage in the last few weeks that it almost seemed
normal. Resignedly she allowed
herself to be escorted from the cell and down the
cellblock.
Von Stumpel walked behind Larra as the guards
escorted her toward his private quarters.
When he had first seen her she had only been semiconscious, beaten
and raped into submission by that SS thug,
Sturm. Fully recovered he realized
that she was the most extraordinary woman he had ever
met. Even dressed in prison garb
and handcuffed she was impressive.
Head held up and swaying gracefully as she moved, her every step had
the poise and power of a panther.
He could suddenly understand how this tall woman had given the Third
Reich so much trouble, and why men such as Sturm took such vicious delight
in violating her. He almost felt
guilty about what he was going to do.
The guards halted her just before the door,
allowing von Stumpel to catch up.
“Allow me, Fraulein,” he
smiled. He opened the door and
swept his hand indicating that she should
enter.
With no real choice, Larra wondered at von
Stumpel’s feigned politeness.
She entered the room and then stopped
cold. Grinning at her from a
leather armchair was Reginald Featherstone.
Larra quickly masked her emotions, but it
was almost certain that Featherstone had seen the look of chagrin that flashed
across her features. “Well,
“And you are the usual disgusting piece
of excrement you have always been.” Larra replied
calmly.
Featherstone coloured, his notoriously thin
skin pierced by Larra’s scorn.
“Half breed bitch,” he
raged. “I’m going to
enjoy making you scream when I fuck that tight ass of
yours.”
“Why not?” she
retorted. “That’s all
you’re good at isn’t it?
Raping helpless women.
You wouldn’t dare face one
of us without your guards and your chains.”
“She has quite a tongue,” interjected
von Stumpel.
“You ought to feel it licking your
cock,” Featherstone sneered.
This time it was Larra who coloured, reminded
of her sexual degradation at Featherstone’s hands, but she refused to
be baited this time, knowing that it could have but one
outcome. She remained silent
but defiant forcing Featherstone to look away from her fiery
gaze.
“I think, doctor,” said Featherstone
between clenched teeth, “that we should get on with the
interrogation.”
“Yes,” agreed the German scientist,
twisting his monocle. “I
am quite looking forward to it myself.”
Featherstone got to his
feet. He circled Larra so that
he could approach her from behind.
He had made the mistake once before of giving her a chance to use
her powerful legs while standing in front of her and he did not intend to
repeat his error. Larra tried
to turn, realizing what the English spy was up to, but the guards on either
side of her held her fast. She
was not, however, quite helpless.
As Featherstone approached she bent forward slightly and drove her
left leg straight back, striking him in the solar
plexus.
“Oooff!”
Featherstone was driven straight back, the air exploding from his
lungs. Then Larra twisted in
the arms of her captors, gaining enough leeway to smash her instep into the
side of the knee of the guard on her
right. With a yowl of pain the
man released her, allowing her to spin in the opposite direction and take
out the other guard with her knee.
Larra broke
free. In just three seconds she
had disabled three men and gained room to maneuver, but her hands were still
cuffed behind her back and there were two more armed guards plus the doctor
and his female assistant. She
had only split seconds to react and she made every instant
count.
Before the remaining two guards could bring
their weapons to bear, she attacked.
She was facing her adversaries now and attacked the first guard with
a front thrust kick that hurled him backward over a low table, and then without
stopping she shifted direction ninety degrees and struck twice with her feet
at the last man. Her first kick
knocked aside his submachine gun and the second smashed into his
groin.
Now only the doctor and the tall blonde remained
standing and Larra continued her attack.
None of the men she had taken out was permanently injured and she
had to move at lightning speed. She
attacked von Stumpel first. It
was a logical choice. She expected
the German doctor to be the most dangerous of the two opponents, but it was
a tactical error. As she moved
toward the doctor, Schallenberger seized a heavy bronze ashtray mounted on
a stand and swung it like a club.
The action was so quick and unexpected that Larra reacted only at
the last instant. The ashtray
caught her a glancing blow on her right shoulder,
spinning her around and giving von Stumpel the opening he
needed.
The doctor was not trained to fight, but he
made a desperate lunge and tackled Larra around the
waist. His weight and momentum
knocked her off her feet. As
she struggled to rise the guard she had kneed in the groin joined the fray,
leaping on top of her legs. Pinned
by two men, Larra struggled frantically, until Schallenberger swung the ashtray
a second time. On this occasion
the tall blonde assistant had an almost stationary target and she struck
Larra on the forehead, almost knocking her
unconscious. It took only seconds
for von Stumpel and the guard to bind her legs using one of the guard’s
cross straps, completely immobilizing
her.
“Well done, Gertie,” von Stumpel
gasped. “I hope you have
not hurt our captive too badly.”
“No, Herr Doctor,” Schallenberger
replied. “I just hit her
hard enough to take the fight out of her.
In a few minutes she will be able to answer your
questions.”
Featherstone staggered to his
feet. He was gasping for air
and his face was a mask of rage and hate.
“I’ll kill that mongrel bitch,” he
wheezed. Moving toward Larra
he prepared to kick her in the head.
“No,” von Stumpel said, interposing
himself between Larra and the angry
Englishman. “We will not
punish her that way. Any pain
inflicted on
Feather stone
nodded. “Let’s get
to it. That’s one more score
I’ve got to settle with that half-breed
bitch.”
“Very good,” von Stumpel
said. He turned to the guards,
most of whom had recovered enough to get to their
feet. “Bring her over
here.”
Larra was lifted and carried over to one side
of the room where there were a pair of steel post similar to those Katie
had been chained to. “Remove
her clothing before chaining her,” von Stumpel
ordered. “Just rip it off;
she won’t be needing it for awhile.”
The two guards did as
ordered. It didn’t take
long to remove Larra’s simple
garments. Then she was moved
between the posts and held up by two of the guards while a third secured
her wrists to the top of the posts by using another set of handcuffs and
locking them to heavy metal rings welded to the top and bottom of each
post. Still only semi-conscious,
Larra hung from the chains. A
large swelling just over her left eyebrow attested to Schallenberger’s
expertise with the ashtray.
However, von Stumpel took no chances, ordering her ankles secured
to the bottom of the post just in case.
He had just witnessed how effective those feet could
be.
“We need information, correct?”
von Stumpel said. Featherstone
nodded. “Well, there is
more than one way to get it. First
we will try
Featherstone did not ask what Plan B
was. He was already checking
out the “scientific” interrogation
equipment.
“This should do,” he said, picking
up a flexible wooden cane.
“It should bruise without inflicting permanent damage on
Von Stumpel
smiled. The guards
grinned. Even Schallenberger
looked interested. “Right
then, let’s get busy.” He
began to unbuckle his belt, moving behind Larra as he did
so.
Schallenberger’s deep blue eyes widened
as Featherstone revealed his phallus.
The impressive member was already partially erect and it grew to perfect
hardness as she watched. Without
commenting she licked her lips.
But no one saw her
reaction. Their eyes were fixed
on Featherstone. The English
spy smeared lubricant onto his throbbing manhood and moved up behind the
helpless adventuress and spread her
buttocks. Then he eased himself
into her.
Only half aware of what was going on, Larra
let out a low moan, as Featherstone penetrated
her. Then the pain of the rape
registered. She jerked erect,
her smooth muscles tightening.
Incredibly, she did not scream.
“True to your form,” Larra
gasped. “Truly a
coward.”
Featherstone laughed
mockingly. “And your sweet
ass is as tight as ever. How
ever do you it? I would have
thought it would be as loose as that of a
“Nnggh!” Larra could not suppress a grunt as Featherstone
ripped open her anal cavity. Nature
had never intended so large an object to be forced into it, and the pain
was excruciating. Her body arched
and her muscles stood out as she strained against the
chains.
“Beautiful,” von Stumpel
murmured. Schallenberger gave
the Nazi scientist a dirty look, but continued to watch fascinated as
Featherstone ravished the helpless woman.
“Incredible,” Schallenberger
thought. “She must be in
terrible pain, yet she hardly makes a
sound.” She licked her lips
again, wondering what it would be like if a man took her that
way. She
shuddered. It was almost too
horrible to contemplate.
Larra’s breath came in harsh gasps and
her body dripped sweat. Her large
full breasts swung pendulum-like as Featherstone pounded into
her. She wanted to scream, but
that was what Featherstone wanted.
It took all of her resistance, but she held out, pulling hard against
the restraints to take her mind off her torment.
“She
is
strong,” von Stumpel said. The
tone of his voice was almost admiring.
“Very,” Featherstone
grunted. “But I’ve
made her scream before.” He
jerked as he ejaculated into Larra’s
backside. “And I’ll
do it again,” he continued, as he pulled his steaming manhood from
Larra’s behind.
“Another man,” said von
Stumpel. This was
interesting. He wondered how
much abuse the majestic violet-eyed woman could take before she broke
down. He sat down on a chair
and took out his clipboard.
Schallenberger sat beside him, crossing her long
legs.
The Nazi guards needed no second
urging. At von Stumpel’s
command they actually pushed and shoved to be the next man to ravish the
helpless woman. “One at
a time,” von Stumpel commanded.
“You first, Keegstra, and then Emberg.”
Grinning triumphantly Keegstra strutted
forward. He took Larra more
conventionally, gripping her hips and thrusting into her
vulva. Larra suffered the abuse
in silence. She made no sound
other than her heavy breathing as each man took
her.
“It appears that
He eyed her through his thick glasses.
Larra pulled herself erect as
he stopped in front of her.
“What are you?” she
asked. “One of
Featherstone’s trumped up little Hitlers?”
“As I said,” von Stumpel replied,
“you have quite a mouth. Most
undisciplined. Perhaps I shall
have to teach you some manners.
However, I will give you one chance to spare yourself some
pain. Tell me what you know about
the
Eye
of Thoth and I will forego further
questioning. Refuse and I will
let my English friend exercise his arm.”
Larra turned her violet eyes on the German
scientist. “What assurance
do I have that you will keep your word?” she said
calmly. She was exhausted and
in pain from her triple rape, but she acted as if she was the one in
charge.
Von Stumpel was quite surprised by her calm
demeanor. By now he had expected
her to be close to breaking, but she showed no sign that she was in any way
distressed. “You have my
word as a senior member of the Third Reich,” he
replied.
“Is that as good as the word of your
Fuhrer?” Larra asked.
“It is,” von Stumpel
replied. At last, a positive
response. Perhaps she would not
be as difficult to break as he had thought.
Larra forced a sneer onto her
face. “Then it is
worthless. I would sooner trust
a cobra not to strike as I would the word of that pathetic little Austrian
guttersnipe.”
Von Stumpel’s face turned
crimson. “You will pay dearly
for that remark, fraulein. Beat
her!”
Featherstone needed no further
urging. He had been looking forward
to this ever since he had recaptured Larra in the
desert. He raised the cane and
brought it down hard across the middle of her back.
Larra was prepared for the blow, but it still
almost knocked the breath out of her.
Her hands opened and she gripped the
chains. Then she waited for the
next blow.
Featherstone brought the cane down
again. He did not put all of
his strength into the blow. He
had beaten Larra before and knew the strength of her
endurance. He paced himself,
carefully selecting his target and then bringing the cane down precisely
where he thought it would cause the most pain.
Larra held out until the thirty-ninth blow
before she screamed. By that
time her back, shoulders, and buttocks were crisscrossed with welts and her
blood decorated the floor of the room.
She held out for a further twenty-five blows before her body sagged
as she fainted.
“A good start,” von Stumpel
said. “But she is very
strong. Much stronger than I
would have believed a woman that beautiful could
be. We will have to try the
girl. Revive
Featherstone
smiled. He knew that Larra would
not break. At least right
away. Perhaps tomorrow she
would. One way or the other he
would get the information out of her.
In the meantime, he was looking forward to further interrogation
sessions.
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