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The sweat ran into Melissa’s eyes, partially
blinding her as she struggled to escape, but von Stumpel’s assistants
had done a fine job with the ropes.
She was bound to a pole in the center of the Nazi doctor’s
“laboratory.” Her arms
were tied above her head, and secured to a ring at the top of the
pole. Coarse hemp rope encircled
her bare arms from her triceps to her wrists lashing her arms so tightly
to the pole that her circulation was almost cut
off. But even worse, her knees
had been bent and her calves lashed tightly to her thighs so that all of
her weight was suspended from her wrists.
She had been like this for half an hour now and the strain on her
arms was becoming unbearable.
She was dressed in only a thin sleeveless
vest, and a pair of shorts. The
material covering her breasts was so thin that her prominent nipples were
clearly outlined, and the situation was made even more apparent by the sweat
that completely soaked her brief
clothing. She could feel the
eyes of von Stumpel on her breasts every time he looked in her
direction. How long would it
be before the Nazi scientist decided he wanted a better look?
“Cut me down you bastard,” she grunted
between clenched teeth. She was
trying very hard not to cry out in pain.
She knew as she said it that it would do no
good. She had been making similar
comments and threats for the last fifteen minutes without eliciting the slightest
response from the Nazi doctor or his tall blonde
assistant. This final comment,
however, seemed to finally attract Gertrude Schallenberger’s
attention.
“You are mouthy bitch aren’t you?”
the gorgeous blonde said. She
was every bit the ideal Aryan woman.
Tall, blue eyed, large breasted and powerfully built in spite of her
slender figure. She moved with
exquisite almost cat-like grace.
“Vell make as much noise as you
vant. Today ve have something
special planned for you.”
“You’re a poor pathetic creature,”
Melissa replied. She knew she
shouldn’t insult the attractive Nazi female when she was in such a perilous
situation, but it seemed to take her mind off the
pain.
Schallenberger’s face
crimsoned. In three strides she
crossed the floor from the desk where she had been working and reached
Melissa. “You really need
to vatch your mouth,” she spat.
Before Melissa could react she slapped her hard across the
face.
“That took courage,” Melissa said,
spitting blood from her cut mouth.
The blow had driven her cheek against her
teeth.
“As courageous as this?” Schallenberger
said. She slipped her hands under
Melissa’s thin vest, her strong fingers finding the taut
nipples.
“Uuuhh!”
Melissa grunted as the Nazi
Amazon twisted her nipples.
“You like zat, big mouthed British
bitch? I give you lots
more.” Tensing her muscles
she increased the pressure between her thumb and
forefinger. Melissa gasped at
the sudden rise in pain.
“That’s enough, Gertie,” von
Stumpel said. “If you are
going to play with our specimen then please do it
properly.”
“Ja, Herr professor,” she
answered with a wolfish grin.
“I do it properly.”
With a single powerful motion she ripped the
flimsy vest from Melissa’s body.
She fixed her eyes on Melissa’s swaying breasts and slowly traced
her finger around the swollen areola of her right
breast. “Such nice
titties. Ve decorate them,
Ja?”
By now Melissa was panting due to the strain
of supporting her weight on arms, but she managed one more
retort. “You bloody Nazi
cow. Why don’t you hook
yourself up to a milking machine and enjoy
yourself?”
“You funny
girl. See how you laugh vith
these.” Schallenberger held
up a pair of alligator clips from which railed several feet of electrical
wire. In spite of the muscular
tension she was under, Melissa blanched.
There was little doubt as to what the tall woman intended to do with
the vicious clamps.
“Nnnggh!”
The clamps cut into the bruised
flesh of her nipples. For an
instant there was a stab of acute pain and then a steady throbbing as the
teeth of the alligator clamp bit into her tender
flesh. It was the electrical
wires, however, that really bothered
Melissa. It took very little
imagination to figure out what Schallenberger intended to do with them.
“Now ve spread you, English bitch,”
the impressively beautiful blonde said.
While Melissa panted like a bellows under the pain of her suspension
and the nipple clamps, the Nazi attached a rope to the ropes binding her
thighs and ran it into a pair of rings set into a beam in the
roof. Tightening the ropes, she
slowly lifted Melissa’s legs, spreading her thighs as she did so. Melissa
gasped with relief as some of the tension went out of her arms, but at the
same time, she felt incredibly vulnerable as her legs were
spread. With her vest gone, she
was almost naked, the brief pair of khaki shorts affording only limited
privacy.
Schallenberger’s eyes fixed on
Melissa’s groin. “Now
ve see vhat you have under zhere.”
With calm deliberation she unfastened the top button on the
shorts.
“You Nazi sow,” Melissa
spat. “Get your hands off
me!”
Her defiance was stupid she knew, but she
was trying to disguise her fear.
Her heart was pounding wildly as the Nazi Brunhilde unhurriedly worked
her buttons loose, exposing her an inch at a
time.
“Hmm,” murmured Schallenberger,
“Silk panties. Very
expensive. Ve see vhat else is
zere
ja, mein
kleine
Schlampe?” She popped open the remaining buttons
allowing her hand to move down over Melissa’s public
mound.
“Mmm,
Honigbienchen,” the
Nazi female continued, “so nice and
varm. Perhaps you getting a bit
wet, no?” Gently she pressed
her forefinger against the groove between Melissa’s
legs.
“You disgusting,
cow,” Melissa protested.
Somehow being fondled by the
big blonde was worse than being touched by a
man. There seemed to be something
especially degrading about it, almost as if it were
unnatural.
“Oh, my little
Schatzi, you are so
shy. But we get to know each
other better,
ja?”
Picking up a large pair of scissors,
Schallenberger began to carefully cut away the remaining material hiding
Melissa’s crotch.
Melissa held her breath as the sharp edges
of the scissors snipped near her public
mound. A single slip and
…
“Don’t worry
Liebling,”
said Schallenberger, cutting into Melissa’s
thoughts.
“I vould never cut
you.” She peeled away the
last of Melissa’s shorts leaving only the thin gauze of the panties
hiding her private area. Now
there was very little left to the
imagination.
“My you have nice little pussy,”
the Nazi virago said as Melissa’s nether region was
revealed. She cupped her hand
over the barely concealed dark patch of hair between the Canadian girl’s
thighs. “Very nice,”
she purred. “But you no
need your pussy so warm. Ve shave
it.”
“No need to be so dramatic, Gertie,”
von Stumpel, interrupted from his
workbench. “Just prepare
the specimen, attach the electrodes, and get on with the
interrogation.” He stepped
out into the centre of the room and approached
Melissa.
“You are a pretty thing, aren’t
you?” he said, peering over his glasses and standing directly in front
of Melissa. “Very
pretty. It always makes my work
so much more enjoyable to have an attractive
subject.”
“Here is razor, Herr Doktor,”
Schallenberger said. The look
on her face seemed to indicate that she was
sulking.
“Don’t worry, Gertie,” von
Stumpel said. “You’ll
get to have your fun in a few minutes.
In the meantime perhaps our guest might like to say something of her
own free will.”
All of the conversation was in English, which
seemed rather strange to Melissa.
She decided that probably Schallenberger and von Stumpel were doing
it for her benefit, the better to terrify her.
“You’ll get nothing out of me,”
Melissa gasped between clenched teeth.
“I don’t care what you do, I’m not betraying
Larra.” The agony in her
arms and shoulders was now so intense that she was having trouble concentrating
on anything else. Even the pain
of the nipple clamps paled to
insignificance. However, she
knew that Schallenberger and von Stumpel were quite capable of introducing
a level of torment that would be truly
agonizing.
“Very brave isn’t she
Gertie? Shave her and attach
the electrodes to her labia majora and see if she changes her
tune.”
“Nazi scum,” said
Melissa. The feeling of helplessness
that pervaded her was increased by a sense of dread, but she wasn’t
about to let either of her torturers know
that. But it was increasingly
difficult to hide her distress. Her
body was covered in sweat and her heavy breathing gave away her pain and
fear.
“Say goodbye to panties,” Schallenberger
said. With a quick tug, she ripped
away the thin material leaving Melissa’s sweating body completely
exposed. Melissa had wondered
why she had been provided with the expensive silk
panties. Apparently it was just
so that Schallenberger could rip them
off.
“You ugly Nazi bitch,” cursed
Melissa. Her language was very
unladylike and she doubted that Larra would approve, but she tried to maintain
a brave front in a situation of complete
helplessness.
“Not nice,” Schallenberger
scolded. “Ve have to do
something about your bad language,
ja?’
Over by his workbench, von Stumpel
sighed. Gertie was always so
melodramatic; probably as a result of watching too many American
films. He was going to have to
ration her access to the flics. He
picked up an item from the bench.
Perhaps if the English girl was unable to speak Gertie would move
a little faster. “Put this
on her, Gertie. And stop the
delays. I want to here her scream
a little before I begin the interrogation.”
“Gutless swine,” said Melissa turning
her attention on the Nazi doctor.
Can’t even do your own dirty work.”
“Oh, I think I can, Miss Gallant,”
replied von Stumpel, stepping out from behind his
workbench. “As you will
soon find out.” He looked
meaningfully at Melissa’s now parted vaginal
lips. “As a matter of fact
I am very much looking forward to it.”
“Bastard,” Melissa replied, biting
off the word with as much venom as she could
muster. She was frightened beyond
belief, but she did not want her captors to realize just how great her fear
was. Converting her fear to anger
was one way of fighting back.
“Ve put this on you, English, bitch,”
said Schallenberger, brandishing the cleave gag von Stumpel had given
her. It resembled a metal bit
like that used to control a horse.
“Get away from me,” Melissa gasped,
the sweat streaming into her eyes.
“And I’m not English, you cud chewing
bovine. I’m
Canadian.” Intensely proud
of her Canadian heritage, Melissa was tired of constantly being referred
to as English, despite the strong Canadian connection with the
Schallenberger tossed her head, whipping her
long blonde braid around.
“You are too mouthy, English,” she said, ignoring
Melissa’s comment. “This
quiet you down.”
“Bitch,
mmpphh!” Melissa’s attempted curse was
stifled as Schallenberger stuffed the bit into her
mouth. It was an ingenious
device. Not only did it wedge
her mouth open, but a part of the bit depressed her tongue making speech
impossible. As Melissa struggled
to speak the blonde Nazi strapped the device in place, muffling her
protests.
“Mmpph!
Mmpphh!” Melissa
hated being gagged, and there was something especially demeaning about the
metallic contrivance that muted her
protests. She felt as if she
was being tethered like a mule. She
noted that there was a ring on either side of the bit where reins might be
attached, and the implications of that both angered and frightened
her.
“There; much better,” crowed
Schallenberger. “That vill
keep you quiet. Now ve get down
to business.” She whisked
a brush in shaving mug, whipping up a lather and applied the white foam to
Melissa’s dark brown bush. The
girl tensed, remembering the horror of being shaved just before Featherstone
had taken her virginity in a vicious
rape. Her breathing intensified,
droplets of perspiration splashing to the
floor. Breathing heavily her
eyes widened as Schallenberger brandished a vicious looking straight
razor.
“Hold still
now. Ve wouldn’t vant to
cut
you,
ja?”
Melissa shuddered as the razor swept over
her pudenda. Schallenberger wielded
the razor as if she was conducting a
orchestra. “Look Herr
Doktor,” She said. “She is getting
excited. I think she like
this.”
Melissa squirmed
uncomfortably. Her body was in
torment. Spread like a ballerina
and tightly trussed, she was in a frightening
predicament. She could not move
a muscle without sending waves of pain through her overstrained
muscles. Frightened, humiliated,
and completely helpless, she was on the verge of tears, but fought back against
the feeling of complete hopelessness.
She had to hold out. If
the Nazis discovered what she knew it could change the direction of the
war. But they had no idea that
she knew anything. In a way that
made it almost worse. Von Stumpel
and Schallenberger were torturing her for the pure fun of
it. If “fun” was the
right word. It was hard for her
to imagine how the minds of such people
worked. Surely they could sense
her fear. How could they take
such great delight in such a thing?
“There,” unannounced Schallenberger
interrupting Melissa’s thoughts.
“Your pussy looks so nice and
clean. Now ve have some fun,
ja?’ Her hand went to Melissa’s now
pristine vulva, caressing the smooth
flesh.
“Mmmpph!”
Melissa protested. Her reaction
was automatic. She was trembling
in pain, but still incredibly sensitive to the violation of her nether
region.
Schallenberger
grinned. Putting down the shaving
equipment, she picked up another pair of alligator
clips. As Melissa sweated in
fear, she snapped each of them onto the lips of her
vulva.
“Mmmppphh!”
Again
Melissa protested as the teeth of the clamps cut into her most sensitive
region. Schallenberger’s
grin widened. Picking up two
trailing wires she attached them to a junction box along with the two wires
that trailed from the nipple clamps.
Melissa blanched. Waiting
for the torture to begin was almost worse than the event
itself.
Almost. As the electricity
surged through the thin wires her body bucked and she screamed
piteously.
“MMMMPPPPHH!
MMMPPPPHHH!”
Already she was close to the breaking point and the torture
had hardly begun.
“Gott in
Himmel!” Schallenberger
exclaimed. “The English
bitch is so noisy. She screams
like little piggy. Good thing
ve gag her.”
Melissa bit down hard on the metal
bar. For a few seconds she thought
her teeth would break, but she brought her screaming under
control. Ashamed of her reaction
she tried to calm her breathing, calling on the meditative techniques taught
her by Larra. Unfortunately as
had happened all too frequently, her mastery of the meditative arts was not
up to the task. The pain was
incredible, and her entire body shook as she fought against
it. Worst of all, however, was
the motivation for the torture.
Neither von Stumpel nor Schallenberger was asking her any questions,
and if they had she could hardly have answered with the bit between her
teeth. There were torturing her
for the sheer pleasure of causing pain.
Sweat pouring from her body, Melissa battled
against the terrible searing agony of the electric
shock. She was sure that permanent
damage was being done to her body.
How else could she explain the
pain? And then suddenly, the
pain stopped. Turning her pain-filled
eyes toward Schallenberger she saw the fair-haired Nazi grinning at her from
behind the junction box.
“That better English, bitch?” the tall blonde
asked. “How about ve try
this?”
Schallenberger twisted a lever on the table
where the junction box was.
Instantly Melissa felt a different sort of pain shoot through her
tender nipples as the alligator clamps tightened
viciously. She suddenly understood
that what she thought was an electrical wire was actually a control wire
that could open or close the alligator
clips. Schallenberger, of course,
was tightening the clamps causing the sharp teeth to bite into Melissa’s
already throbbing buds.
Melissa held back her
scream. The pain was bad, but
not as bad as the electric shock.
Incredibly she felt a sense of relief at the milder form of
torture. It was a feeling that
lasted only a short time.
Schallenberger seemed to sense that she was not suffering as much
as she had before, and with a flick of the switch restored the flow of current.
The session lasted two hours with Schallenberger
alternating between the pain of the alligator clips and the agony of the
electric shock. Melissa knew
exactly how long it lasted from the ornate cuckoo clock on the
wall. The quaint device seemed
quite out of place amongst the brutal apparatus of the torture chamber,
especially when it dutifully popped out every quarter hour to announce the
passing of the time. But it kept
her very well informed of exactly how long she was subjected to
Schallenberger’s cruel torment.
“That’s enough fun for now,
Gertie,” von Stumpel said.
“I think that I would like to spend a little time alone with
her.”
“Alone, Herr
Docktor?”
Schallenberger’s tone of voice indicated that she was more than
a little put out to be excluded from further brutalizing the young
Canadian.
“Alone,” von Stumpel repeated, and
then as if to mollify his assistant, he added: “I’ll let you back
in an hour or so. I want you
to perform a very special service for me.”
“Ja, Herr Doktor,” the curvaceous
blonde answered, her manner revealing that she was far from satisfied with
the arrangement. She turned to
Melissa as she headed for the door.
“I see you in an hour zen.
Enjoy your time vith the Doktor.”
As soon as Schallenberger left von Stumpel
moved to the door and dropped a heavy bar across
it. “There,” he
said. “That should afford
us some privacy.”
From her suspended position Melissa watched
the Nazi doctor in silence. She
couldn’t do much else. A
sense of dread filled her. Why
did von Stumpel want her alone?
Trembling with pain and fear she could only watch helplessly as the
twisted scientist approached her.
“So very beautiful,” von Stumpel
said as he stood in front of her.
He licked his lips as his eyes traveled over her sumptuous body, taking
in every quivering curve. She
was so helpless and so desirable.
Reaching out, his fingers flowed over her body in an invasive
caress.
Melissa shuddered under his
touch. It was like being touched
by a snake. Sweating profusely
she endured as his hands invaded her most private of
places.
Von Stumpel removed the alligator clips from
her nipples and labia, eliciting a moan from his victim as the blood surged
into her injured extremities.
Melissa’s sense of relief was tempered by a sense of revulsion
as his fingers touched her breasts, belly, hips, thighs, and finally her
nether region. Breathing heavily
she tried not to think about what was being done to her as she hung in agony,
her legs spread wide.
Von Stumpel took full advantage of her vulnerable
position, his hands closing over her breasts and massaging the soft
flesh. Bending forward he took
her left nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue over the injured
bud. Melissa winced as his tongue
rasped the tormented flesh.
“Mmm, so sweet,” the Nazi
murmured. He shifted his mouth
to her other breast and worked it over for several
minutes. Surprisingly, he was
quite gentle. Most of the pain
of the ordeal was generated from the lacerations that had been created by
the teeth of the alligator clips.
Clamping her teeth on the metal bit, Melissa endured the painful
exploration of her breasts.
Crouching in front of her, von Stumpel turned
his attention to the centre of her
anatomy. Her vulva was split
allowing access to its inner folds, and the gangly doctor pushed his face
right into her, his tongue invading her like a
snake. “Ahh,” he said,
“Sweet as nectar. You really
are a
honigbienchen.” He buried his face between her legs
again.
Melissa held back
a whimper. Even after the removal
of the clamps she was still in agony.
Her body was suspended and stretched most
unnaturally. Even breathing sent
waves of pain through her body. She
took in great shuddering gasps of air, trying not to think of what von Stumpel
was doing between her splayed legs.
That became increasingly
difficult as the Nazi doctor continued to stimulate
her. It was most difficult to
ignore the prying tongue that flicked over her clitoris and swirled over,
around, and between her nether lips.
Soon her panting was tinged with a hint of sexual
excitement.
“This can’t
be happening,” Melissa thought.
“I can’t be getting aroused by this bizarre
fiend.” But it became harder
and harder to deny that mixed with the pain was a strange sensation of sexual
arousal. Despite the horror and
pain of her predicament, she was slowly responding to the cruel doctor’s
stimulation.
How aroused she
might have become, Melissa never knew.
Von Stumpel tired of exploring her with his
tongue. Getting to his feet he
stood back and looked over his prize.
Melissa returned his gaze, her brown eyes filled with rage and
hate. Von Stumpel had a hard
time meeting that fierce stare. He
looked away. “Bitch,”
he thought. “So
proud. I’ll break that
spirit. I’ll have her begging
me to make love to her before
I’m
through.”
Von Stumpel walked to his workbench and picked
up a pair of large sharp scissors.
Returning to the suspended Canadian girl he quickly cut through the
cords that bound her legs and arms.
Melissa gave a muffled yelp of pain as she dropped to the
floor. As the blood surged back
into her tortured limbs she was hit with an excruciating wave of
pain. This was her chance to
escape, but her crippled legs would not support her
weight. She lay on the concrete
floor, moaning in pain as the feeling slowly returned to her arms and legs,
unable to do more than fight off the agonizing surge of pain as her limbs
slowly returned to life. She
was helpless and von Stumpel knew it.
“Now we’ll make you more
comfortable,” he said, lifting her under her
arms. Unable to move, Melissa
was dragged across the floor of the room to a padded wooden
frame. The frame consisted of
a large mat much like that used by wrestlers or
gymnasts. Elevated across its
centre was a padded wooden bench.
Grunting with the effort of lifting the well-endowed twenty-one-year
old, von Stumpel positioned Melissa face down across the
bench. Too weak to resist, Melissa
lay with her upper torso on one side of the bench and her lower body on the
other. Her circulation was slowly
being restored, but she was still far from recovered from her
ordeal. Von Stumpel, however,
took no chances that she might escape.
He locked a leather collar about her throat and fastening a leash
to it made sure she could not move from where he had placed her by attaching
it to a metal ring in the floor just beyond the edge of the
mat. Then he strapped a leather
cuff about each ankle, and spreading her legs, chained each ankle to a ring
on either side of the mat. Her
arms were free, but the three point restraint had her exactly where von Stumpel
wanted her. Face down across
the bench, Melissa’s backside was raised most invitingly, presenting
both her tight anus and tempting vulva to the drooling
Nazi.
Von Stumpel wiped away the spittle from his
lips. He could hardly contain
himself. He had the beautiful
dark-haired girl exactly where he wanted
her. Now he could enjoy her at
his leisure. He walked around
his prize, studying her from every angle.
The girl no longer looked at him with as much
defiance. She seemed fully aware
of just how powerless she was and knew that she was about to be thoroughly
raped. Such an action would be
devastating to a victim who had showed as much pride and courage as this
young woman had.
The Canadian girl’s perfect body trembled
as he inspected it. The lips
of her vulva were slightly parted, allowing him so view the startling pink
flesh of her vagina. Soon that
flesh would darken as it became aroused with sexual passion, or so he
intended. Just above her tempting
sexual organ was the tiny button of her
anus. That might be another orifice
worth exploring. It looked
delightfully tight. He could
imagine that it would be most painful for the girl if he tried it
out. Yes, it was a definite
possibility.
The girl’s heavy breasts swung beneath
her body as she tried to move from her vulnerable
position. They were exquisitely
beautiful, resembling large perfect teardrops tipped with light brown
crowns. Succulent as ripe melons,
it was all he could do to stop himself from climbing upon her and squeezing
them. Soon he would do just that,
but first there was one more little bit of
preparation.
He walked over to a section of the wall directly
in front of the girl. It appeared
to be some sort of window, but was completely
dark. He touched a switch
and the window suddenly cleared.
Stepping back he allowed his victim to see what was
revealed.
Melissa caught her breath at the scene before
her. Her eyes filling with tears,
she was mortified to see the naked and brutalized figure of her
mentor.
Larra was suspended between two vertical
posts. Chains attached to the
top of the posts ran to her wrists supporting her
weight. Larra slumped in the
chains, her legs apparently unable to support her
weight. She appeared to be only
semiconscious, her eyes closed and her breathing
shallow. Her incredible body
was covered with bruises and scratches, especially between her
thighs. Tooth marks were evident
on her breasts. It seemed apparent
that she had been raped, probably more than
once. Standing just behind her
was a uniformed SS guard holding a whip.
Still gagged, Melissa could not speak, but
the expression on her face told
everything. Two large tears rolled
down her face and she elicited a low moan of
despair.
“A pretty sight isn’t it,
honigbienchen?”
asked von Stumpel, using the name Schallenberger had given
her. “As you see
Melissa’s eyes
were filled with fear as she turned her head toward the Nazi
doctor. But it was not fear for
herself, but for Larra. She expected
something terrible was about to be done to her friend and dreaded what it
might be. She would do anything
to save her.
“I see that
you are interested in what I have to say,” continued von
Stumpel. “Good, I was becoming
irritated at your feigned indifference.
I have a simple proposition for
you. In a few minutes I am going
to remove the metal bit from you mouth.
I expect you to use those soft warm lips to stimulate me to an erection
and then I am going to make love to you.
It will be a most interesting and erotic session and I expect you
to show proper appreciation when I mount
you. If you do not then you will
have the pleasure of watching your friend subjected to the most brutal
torture. Do you understand,
honigbienchen?”
Melissa
blanched. How could she show
pleasure in being taken against her will; especially in such frightening
circumstances? But she had no
choice. She had to
cooperate. It was obvious that
Larra could not take much more abuse.
It was up to her to prevent it.
Dumbly, she inclined her head, signaling her
agreement. Von Stumpel
smiled.
“Excellent. We will begin at
once.” Von Stumpel unsnapped
the straps holding the gag in place.
Melissa gasped in relief as the cruel metal bit was slid out of her
mouth. She drew in a deep breath
and looked up at her captor.
“Now,”
von Stumpel said, “I am going to release your neck from the collar and
remove the cuffs from your ankles.
When I do you will be free.
But remember, the safety of
Melissa
nodded. As her circulation slowly
returned and along with it some of her strength, she longed to strike back
at her torturer. It would be
so pleasant be able to knock that sneering smirk off von Stumpel’s arrogant
face. But she looked again at
Larra. It seemed clear that her
mentor could not stand much more.
She dared not betray her friend.
Swallowing, she awaited von Stumpel’s
commands.
He slipped the collar
from her neck and removed the straps from her
ankles. Now she was able to sit
up or even stand if ordered to do so.
“Kneel in front of me,” von Stumpel
instructed.
Melissa looked once
more at Larra. Von Stumpel
frowned. “That’s not
fast enough. Apparently you doubt
my purpose. It is time for a
little demonstration.” He
held up a small electronic keypad with two coloured lights on
it. “The red light inflicts
pain.” He pushed a button
just below the light. As Melissa
watched in horror the SS guard standing behind Larra raised the whip and
brought it down with frightening force across her
shoulders. Larra’s eyes
immediately opened; her body jerked with pain and her mouth widened in a
shriek of agony. Melissa could
not hear her, but her friend’s anguish was more than
obvious.
Von Stumpel turned
a smug grin upon Melissa.
“Each time I push the red button
Melissa nodded
again. She was
trapped. She had no choice but
to carry out every wish of the Nazi
doctor. Larra could not possible
stand much more punishment.
“Very good,”
von Stumpel said. “Now we
can get started.” He touched
the switch and the window darkened.
“Now she can’t see you and you can’t see
her. I want your full concentration
and your friend might be a bit of a
distraction.”
Mentally Melissa
sighed with relief. What she
was being forced to do was humiliating enough without Larra being able to
witness it. Reluctance showing
in every movement of her body she did as she had been ordered, positioning
herself on her knees just in front of von Stumpel’s
crotch.
“Excellent,”
von Stumpel crowed. “You
just saved your friend considerable
pain.” He unbuckled his
belt, allowing his pants to drop and then pulled down his regulation army
shorts, revealing his semi-erect penis.
“As you see, it is almost ready for
you. Now complete the
job.”
Swallowing again,
Melissa looked at von Stumpel’s slowly hardening
manhood. It was a heavy organ
and already impressively large.
Almost weeping in shame she opened her mouth.
Von Stumpel pushed
the red button. “Not that
way. Now you have hurt
“Oh God,”
Melissa thought. “This is
turning into a nightmare.
Smile? How can I smile
at a man I detest?” Then
she thought of Larra. She had
to do it. With a tremendous effort
of will she forced her lips to curve the right
way.
“That’s it,” von Stumpel
said. “Now keep smiling
and caress my penis with both your hands.”
With what she hoped was a convincing smile,
Melissa did as instructed. Von
Stumpel groaned with pleasure as her strong hands closed over his
member. “Ah,
honigbienchen. That feels so
good. Now stroke it and squeeze
at the same time.”
Melissa massaged the Nazi’s phallus,
a stupid smile plastered on her face as she sought to go along with the
masquerade. Von Stumpel’s
rising moans of pleasure filled her with disgust, but the thought of what
he might do to Larra forced her full cooperation.
“And now,” von Stumpel said, “your
mouth. Take it in your
mouth.” Fighting back the
urge to be sick, Melissa bowed her head, and still holding von Stumpel’s
throbbing rod, touched it to her lips.
The touch of the lash on her back jerked Larra
back to consciousness. Exhausted
from her brutal ordeal, she was close to fainting, but she could not ignore
the pain of the whip. Gripping
the chains that held her erect, she pulled herself to her feet and then her
eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
What she saw was almost too much to take
in. For a few seconds she thought
she was watching some sort of pornographic show put on to further humiliate
her and then she realized that the stars of the performance were her friend
Melissa and the brutal Nazi who had ordered her gang
raped.
“It can’t be,” she
thought. But there was no doubting
what she was seeing. It
was Melissa, and the
young Canadian girl was on her knees smiling up at the Nazi doctor while
she enthusiastically worked his penis between her
fingers. And then while she continued
to watch in disbelief, Melissa guided the doctor into her mouth and willingly
began to stimulate him orally.
“Thank God, Larra can’t see this,”
thought Melissa as she sucked on von Stumpel’s engorged
manhood. He had swollen
spectacularly. What she had
mistakenly taken for a full erection was nowhere near his full
dimension. Fully aroused, his
organ filled her mouth. She trembled
as she thought of what it was going to be like when he forced it into her
almost virginal tightness.
“Superb,” von Stumpel encouraged
her.
“Superb. You should
so this for a living.” He
groaned again, arching his back.
His hands were on either side of Melissa’s head and he was working
his pelvis back and forth as he helped with her
stimulation. “Enough,”
he said finally. “It is
time to put this someplace else.
But first you will be rewarded for your
cooperation. Position yourself
across the bench...”
Melissa did as instructed; kneeling so that
her belly was pressed up against the leather in the original position von
Stumpel had placed her. Then
she waited fearfully for what was to come.
“Keep smiling,” von Stumpel
ordered. “You are going
to enjoy this.”
Melissa fixed the inane grin on her face once
more. It was the best she could
do under the circumstances. Von
Stumpel knelt behind her.
“Now moan my little
honigbienchen.” Show me how much you are enjoying
this. And you
will enjoy it or I press
the red button again.”
Von Stumpel’s
tongue slid between the throbbing lips of her
vulva. Melissa did her best to
fake arousal, first smiling and then groaning as his tongue played over the
most intimate and sensitive region of her
body. Faking it was the best
she could do. Mortified by having
to play the game demanded of her, she was far from aroused, but she tried
to think sensual thoughts to help her to achieve what von Stumpel
wanted. Her imagination took
her back to the time she and Larra had made love deep in the caverns beneath
northern
Larra watched as
von Stumpel made love to her friend and
disciple. What she was witnessing
could not be real. The beating
she had received must be causing her to
hallucinate. The Canadian girl
was writhing in obvious pleasure.
This was not rape; Melissa was clearly enjoying the experience, her
lithe strong body responding enthusiastically and her beautiful face distorted
with passion. She turned her
head; dismayed by the sight of the dark-haired girl willingly cooperating
with the enemy. A sharp crack
of the whip and the sting of its lash on her back reminded her that she was
not to look away. With a stifled
sob she once again returned her eyes to the shameful scene in front of
her.
Melissa screamed
as an orgasm ripped through her body.
The sound shocked her out of her
fantasy. She had not intended
to cooperate that fully and she turned red in acute
embarrassment. Von Stumpel on
the other hand was most pleased.
“Excellent
honigbienchen,” he
cried. “Now we will consummate
our relationship.”
He stood up behind
her, and hoisted her backside into
position. A flicker of fear swept
over Melissa’s features. She
instantly suppressed her emotions, remembering that Larra’s well-being
depended on it. “Now,
honigbienchen, another
smile. And then we
enjoy.”
Melissa did her
best to plaster another smile on her face and then she gasped as von
Stumpel’s weight pressed her into the leather
padding. He straddled her back,
settling himself on her almost as if she was a horse.
In a few seconds she found out
just how apt that comparison was.
“Oh God, no,”
she thought as the metal bit was pressed back into her
mouth. Her jaws were forced painfully
open as the Nazi doctor pulled it as far back as it would go before strapping
it into place. But worse was
to follow.
Melissa almost protested
as a set of reins was attached to the metal
bit. Only her memory of Larra
prevented her from trying to buck the doctor off and deal with him as he
deserved. Von Stumpel hauled
on the reins, jerking her head back.
“Now mein kleine
schatzi,” he crowed, “whinny like a
hoarse.” To emphasize his
demand he brought a riding crop down across Melissa’s
buttocks.
“Mmmpphh!” Melissa
grunted. Her body jerked like
that of bronco.
“Not squeal
like a pig,” von Stumpel admonished
her. “I said, whinny like
a horse.” He brought the
crop down again in another stinging blow.
“Eeeaaeeee! Eeeeeee!”
It was the best Melissa could
do. Evidently it was good enough
for von Stumpel.
“Again,”
he ordered, prompting her once more with a blow from the
crop.
“Eeeeeeaaaeee!” screamed Melissa
obediently. The crop came down
again and again and each time she did her best to impersonate a horse as
her body jumped under the sting of the
crop.
Larra watched in
disgust and consternation as Melissa cavorted for the
doctor. The Canadian girl offered
no resistance to what von Stumpel demanded of her, and she had been most
enthusiastic when he had used his tongue to arouse
her. Now she appeared to be fully
enjoying another sex game. What
had come over her? Had she been
so completely broken that she had gone over to the
enemy? A deep fear surged through
Larra’s exhausted mind. What
if Melissa had told von Stumpel about the Eye of
Thoth? Even if the gem was safely
in
“Eeeeaaahh!” This time Melissa’s
forced whinny was more authentic.
Von Stumpel had climbed off her back, and moving between her long
powerful legs spread her and parted the lips of her vulva with his heavy
staff. “Now my little
Pferd, you will whinny
like a filly being taken by a stallion.”
Melissa did
whinny. Von Stumpel split her
like a ripe peach, driving deep within her tight honey
pot. Resorting once more to her
fantasy, she bucked in simulated pleasure as the Nazi scientist reamed her
with the power and efficiency of a pneumatic
drill. It was a painful and degrading
experience, made only slightly more bearable by Melissa’s vivid recall
of the hours of pleasure she had once spent with
Larra.
“There’s something wrong,”
Larra thought. “Melissa
can’t be enjoying that.”
The Canadian girl was writhing in a sexual frenzy, her features contorted
with the pain and passion of absorbing von Stumpel’s impressive
rod. And the noises she was
making. She sounded like a mare
in heat. Larra shook her
head. She had to be hallucinating;
either that or Melissa had been broken.
If so she doubted very much that their secret was
safe. Disoriented, and in
considerable pain and discomfort, she lacked the ability to properly analyze
the situation. Only her gut instinct
told her that something was wrong, but she couldn’t work out what it
was. And in the meantime, Melissa
continued to cavort in front of her, neighing like an overheated
filly.
Melissa was covered in
sweat. So much so that drops
of moisture splattered the floor for several yards around
her. Von Stumpel was grunting
like a boar mounting a sow. The
image was hardly flattering. But
she cared little for that. Right
now her goal was survival. Von
Stumpel was hurting her. As he
plowed repeatedly into her, he used the riding crop liberally, crisscrossing
her rounded backside with numerous welts.
Gasping in pain, she was prompted to keep up the inane whinnying,
and she was near physical collapse.
Finally unable to support von Stumpel’s weight she collapsed
onto the bench, pinned under the thrusting
Nazi.
Von Stumpel was close to
climaxing. His breath came in
huge gasps and he was almost as exhausted as the girl he was
victimizing. But he was not quite
finished with her. Shuddering
with sexual excitement he pulled out of her, and pinning her to the bench
with one hand, guided his slick member into her anus.
Melissa let out an ear-splitting scream –
or at least it would have been if the bit had not prevented her from properly
opening her mouth.
“That’s it
liebling,” von
Stumpel jeered. “Scream
like a banshee.” Holding
down the screaming and exhausted Canadian girl, he forced his way deep within
her. Melissa’s muffled shriek
of pain was most rewarding. He
no longer cared about deceiving
“Uunnngghh!” Von Stumpel grunted in released
passion. He blew his heavy load
deep into Melissa’s bowels, semen and seminal fluid dripping from her
bleeding rectum. Melissa collapsed
in tears; her muffled sobs mixed with the sounds von Stumpel’s gasps
of pleasure.
“Oh
honigbienchen,
that was fantastic. We will have
to try it again sometime, but in the meantime there is someone I promised
a turn with you.” He crawled
off the body of the defeated female and struggled back into his
clothing. He stank of sweat and
semen, but he could shower later.
It was time to keep his promise to Schallengerger, and further deceive
The Nazi Brunhilde seemed far from pleased
to see him. “I see you have
enjoyed yourself Herr Doktor,” she said coldly in
German. “Perhaps you should
consider a trip to the locker room before continuing your
‘work.’”
Von Stumpel
smiled. “Now Gertie;
there’s no need to be jealous.
I have left lots for you to work
with. Miss Gallant seems to have
marvelous endurance. I’m
sure she will survive your
session.” He smiled again
most engagingly.
Schallengerger pushed
by him. She had been taken in
by the doctor’s false charm once, but she was no longer interested in
being the meat in his sexual sandwich.
Von Stumpel used women the way that she used
men. She’d fallen for him
once, but now she had her own career to think
about. “Thank you Herr
Doktor,” she said sweetly.
“I will take over from here.
You can do something about improving your
aroma.”
Von Stumpel frowned
as he left the room. Gertie was
getting too big for her panties, but he needed her in the
lab. No one else shared his peculiar
interests with such intelligent
enthusiasm. Still, there would
be no harm in knocking her down a peg.
In the meantime she was right.
He needed to clean himself up.
He would be back in plenty of time to see what she had cooked up for
the Canadian girl.
Schallenberger marched
over to where Melissa lay moaning on the padded leather
bench. “Stupid
swinehund,” she
muttered. “Didn’t even
bother to restrain her. And he
knows how dangerous she is.”
Melissa heard the
Nazi female approach. Too late
she realized that she had missed a golden opportunity to
escape. Her session with von
Stumpel had left her so completely enervated that she had simply lain where
he left her. Now as Schallenberger
strode toward her she tried to scramble to her
feet. Pain ripped through her
body as she rose to meet the tall blonde.
She could hardly stand. Van
Stumpel had drilled her like a posthole
auger.
Schallenberger laughed
as Melissa prepared to face her.
“You sink you can defeat a member of the master race, English
bitch? I teach you
lesson.” She hefted a short
baton she had picked up on her way across the
room. Defenceless, Melissa looked
for some sort of weapon, but there was nothing at
hand. Naked, and shaking with
the effort of standing, she launched herself at the grinning
Nazi.
Schallenberger
sidestepped the clumsy attack, and brought the baton down across Melissa’s
right shoulder. The blow drove
the Canadian girl to her knees and left her arm hanging uselessly at her
side. “You are so
pathetic,” the muscular blonde
sneered. Stepping forward she
struck at Melissa’s left shoulder.
Melissa grunted. Still
gagged with the cruel bit, she could not cry
out. Both of her arms were numb
from the shoulder down. Helpless,
she could only moan in frustration as she was pushed to the floor and her
arms were pulled behind her.
Schallenberger tied
her expertly, lashing Melissa’s wrists tightly and then pulling them
up between her shoulder blades. The
tall blonde made sure that they stayed there by looping a couple of lengths
of rope about her neck. Melissa
could hardly breathe as her arms were pulled into the incredibly painful
position and the rope cut into her throat threatening to cut off her
breathing. Schallenberger, however,
gave her no respite. Grabbing
her right ankle she dragged the helpless girl face down across the concrete
floor to the ropes that had been used to spread her a few hours
before. Locking the leg iron
onto her ankle she hoisted Melissa into the air, suspending her just off
the floor. Then the smirking
Nazi walked around her in a circle.
“So, vat should ve do?
Perhaps a little punishment first,
ja?”
She slapped the baton into the palm of her hand
suggestively.
Melissa
whimpered. The pain in her nether
region still raged. Von Stumpel
had been brutal in his invasion of her
body. Hanging awkwardly by one
leg and with her arms secured in a painfully uncomfortable position, she
could hardly breathe without crying out, but the metal bit between her teeth
and the tongue suppressor made that
impossible. She could only swing
slowly back and forth in agony, tiny moans coming from between her stretched
lips.
Schallenberger’s
leer widened into a grin. She
had the arrogant English bitch right where she wanted
her. First she would torture
her for awhile; and then she would have some real
fun. She ran her hands down
Melissa’s suspended right leg.
She started at the knee, caressing the hollow at the back of the knee
and then sliding her fingers slowly down the satin smooth skin of her inner
thigh.
In spite of the
anguish she was in, Melissa shuddered under the
touch. She squirmed in an involuntary
movement, attempting to somehow move away from the probing touch as
Schallenberger’s fingers moved toward her throbbing
vulva.
“You are such
a little
schlampe,”
the big blonde jeered.
“Already you are getting wet,
ja?”
Melissa was far from
wet. All she felt was
fear. Gasping for breath she
tried to control her emotions as
Schallenberger groped her crotch,
slipping her middle finger between Melissa’s
labia. “Still so warm and
tight, kleine
muschi.
But ve loosen you up a little,
ja?”
Melissa stifled
a whimper as Schallenberger inserted two fingers into her vagina and then
winced in agony as she was further spread as the blonde Nazi began to work
her entire hand into her love canal.
“You like that,
schlampe?”
Schallenberger leaned downward, her eyes on Melissa’s agonized
features. “Ve see if my
entire hand fit,
ja?”
“Mmmmmppphhh!” Melissa protested as
her pleasure garden was brutally invaded by Schallenberger’s
fingers. It was a brutal form
of rape as Schallenberger had used no lubricant of any
sort. As she was forced open
Melissa’s love canal was cruelly
torn. Exhausted from her ordeal
at von Stumpel’s hands, she was not able to stand up to the additional
torture that the vicious Nazi was dishing
out. She howled in torment, her
body jerking in anguish as she was brutally
penetrated.
Schallenberger giggled
in glee, thoroughly enjoying the pain she was
inflicting. She assumed an air
of thoughtfulness. What should
she do now? She didn’t want
to damage the girl’s sexual organs too
badly. She needed them for
later. Besides, von Stumpel would
be none too pleased if she stretched the girl beyond
recovery. With a sigh she withdrew
her hand noting the satisfying squelching sound as she pulled loose from
Melissa’s dripping vagina.
“That’s
enough for now,” she said.
“Ve save your pussy for
later. I sink your titties need
some attention. Turning a crank,
she raised Melissa above the floor until her breasts were level with
Schallenberger’s waist.
“So pretty. Ve not
stretch them too much.” She
placed a hand on each of Melissa’s generous globes, compressing the
quivering flesh. “You know,
zis might be fun,” she said with a sudden flash of
inspiration. Gripping Melissa’s
breasts she gave her body a twist.
Melissa slowly spun
on the single chain attached to her
ankle. Schallenberger gave her
body a second twist, sending her twirling more
rapidly. “This is fun,
ja?
Like a carousel!” She
spun her again watching Melissa’s hair flare out as her body blurred
with the speed.
Melissa fought hard
not to vomit. The cruel bit still
filled her mouth. If she was
sick she would suffocate on the contents of her own
stomach. Desperately she tried
to focus her eyes as the world blurred by around her, all the while battling
to keep her breakfast down. She
almost didn’t make it.
Schallenberger played merry-go-round for a good fifteen minutes before
tiring of the game. Finally she
allowed Melissa to spin to a halt.
“I sink ve remove the gag,
ja?
You look a little green.”
With a moan of relief
Melissa felt the cruel bit unstrapped from her
mouth. For the first time in
hours she could breathe easily.
Drool dripped from her mouth and only a tremendous effort of will
kept her from spilling her guts all over the concrete
floor.
“Vhat a mess
you are making,” Schallenberger
scolded. “Ve should make
you clean zis up.” She paused
as if considering that option and then
continued. “Perhaps ve punish
you instead.” Walking over
to the workbench she fumbled for a few seconds as if looking for something
and then giving a little cry of satisfaction she returned to
Melissa. “Zis vill do,”
she said.
With her face only
inches from the floor, Melissa could not see what Schallenberger was holding,
but the sudden twinge of pain in her nipples acquainted her with what the
Nazi Brunhilde had brought. At
first she thought it was the alligator clamps that Schallenberger had used
earlier in the electric torture, but a small tinkling sound alerted her to
the fact that this time the blonde Nazi had done something
different. Twisting her head
about she saw that a pair of small bells had been clamped to each
nipple. As she squirmed the bells
rang softly.
“Very
musical,” mused Schallenberger.
“Now ve make you jingle,
ja?”
Melissa gasped as she suddenly hit the
floor. The brutal Nazi had lowered
the chain suspending her from the floor.
But not all the way. Her
leg was still stretched above her.
As she lay on the cold concrete trying to cope with the torment,
Schallenberger straddled her. From
her position on the floor, Melissa could look right up the Nazi’s
dress. She looked away, strangely
embarrassed. Schallenberger
grinned. “Vhat’s the
matter
muschi.
You don’t like looking at my
panties? Zen ve take zem
off”
Melissa watched
disgusted from her position on the floor as Schallenberger stripped off her
underwear. Her shoes and stocking
went first, followed by her garter belt and
panties. Since Schallenberger
stood directly over her face there was little Melissa could to do avoid watching
every item of clothing as it was removed.
Then the blonde took off her blouse and skirt and
brassiere.
Schallenberger was
magnificently beautiful. Tall
and long-limbed with large heavy breasts.
But her beauty was marred by the cruel twist of her mouth and the
cold glint of her bright blue eyes.
As she stood over Melissa her perfect features twisted in a triumphant
snarl. “Now ve really have
some fun,
schlampe.”
Slowly she lowered herself until her crotch was in contact with
Melissa’s and began to grind herself back and
forth.
“Nazi bitch,”
Melissa groaned. Her tender vaginal
region was still very sore from the pounding von Stumpel had given it, not
to mention Schallenberger’s treatment with the vaginal clamps and electric
current. As the powerfully muscled
blonde gyrated against her she moaned in pain as her ravaged nether region
was further punished. “Oh
God,” she thought.
“Would the torment never end?”
In fact it was just
beginning. Schallenberger ground
herself against Melissa for a few minutes and then stood
up. Stepping over to the workbench
she picked up something and quickly
returned. Resuming her straddle
position, she pushed a gleaming metal dildo into Melissa’s crevice and
then positioned herself so that the other end of the dildo would slide into
her as well.
Melissa cried out
at the renewed torment and Schallenberger moaned in delight as she eased
the heavy end of the dildo into her tight
fissure. Slowly Schallenberger
moved her body up and down, her full rounded breasts bouncing
gently. Gradually, she increased
the pace as her passion mounted. As
the bells attached to Melissa’s breasts jangled wildly Schallenberger
began to moan more loudly until finally she was crying out in
ecstasy. Melissa too was screaming,
but for a different reason. As
the big blonde pounded her without mercy and moved rapidly toward a powerful
sexual climax Melissa shrieked in pain as her already battered vagina was
brutally savaged. The dildo
Schallenberger had inserted into her was of magnificent proportions and this
fresh assault tore her up terribly.
As blood oozed from her brutalized sex organ she writhed in torment
while Schallenberger’s cries of sexual excitement increased, until with
a shuddering gasp the Nazi female climaxed in a powerful wrenching
orgasm.
Arching her back,
Schallenberger clung to the chain holding Melissa’s ankle while her
body jerked in sexual excitement.
For several minutes her body quivered in the throes of a sustained
orgasm and then with a final gasp she pulled herself off the sobbing body
of the young woman she had just raped.
Humiliated, and
in severe pain, Melissa lay semiconscious on the concrete floor, her right
leg still pulled straight up by the
chain. Schallenberger had pulled
the dildo from her swollen vagina, but her nether region was still on
fire. Still painfully bound,
she could only wait as her torturer recovered from her sexual
romp. Vaguely she could hear
Schallenberger moving around the room.
Then the voice of the blonde Nazi sounded in her
ears. “So,” Schallenberger
panted, still not fully recovered from her recent sexual triumph, “zat
vas most enjoyable. Ve do it
again sometime,
ja?”
But now ve get down to business.
Vhere is the Eye of
Thoth?”
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