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Amy was close to fainting
. She had been hanging from the
wooden bar for several hours in the intense
heat. Her tongue was swollen
from lack of water. Klein sat
in the shade of a large tree. From
time to time he doused himself with water from his
canteen.
“Water,” she gasped.
“I need water.”
Klein roused himself from his shady
resting-place. “Give her
a drink,” he ordered. “I
want her ready for the next
session.”
One of Klein’s henchmen held a canteen to her
lips. Amy drank
gratefully. Klein wandered over
to inspect his victim. She was
still wearing her bra and panties, but nothing
else. “You seem to have
had a bit of a rough day Fraulein,” he jibed, referring to her battered
appearance. “Perhaps we
should let you get some rest. We
can continue this tomorrow.”
Klein turned to one of his men.
“Remove her from the bar.
Give her food and water, but make sure that at least one part of her
is attached to something immovable.”
Amy was too weak to offer any resistance, but Klein’s men took no
chances. Before untying the ropes
that secured her to the rail one of them produced a pair of handcuffs that
he locked around her ankles. If
she tried to escape, she would not be going anywhere
fast. Only after taking this
precaution did they untie Amy from the rail she had hung on for over three
hours.
Amy found that she was almost unable to
move. She had been suspended
in the cramped position for so long that the circulation in her arms and
legs had been cut off. Her captors
helped her hobble over to the base of one of the large trees that the rail
had been fastened to. There she
was given food from a large stewpot that several of Klein’s men had
set up over a campfire.
She was almost too exhausted to eat, but she managed to force some food into
herself. She reckoned that she
would need her strength. Klein
would certainly have some sort of brutal ordeal planned for her the next
day. By now the tropical night
had descended and everything was pitch
black.
Amy was escorted to the edge of the camp where she was allowed to perform
basic bodily functions. She was
forced to do so in full view of the two men who accompanied her, but there
was no way that they were going to let her out of their
sight.
After she had finished, she was escorted back to the
fire. There, a second set of
handcuffs was secured to her right wrist and the wrist of one of her
guards. Any attempt to pick the
lock or remove the cuffs would certainly alert
him. Amy was past
caring. She had been humiliatingly
assaulted and quite badly beaten and
bruised. Her fatigue caught up
with her and she lapsed into a deep sleep.
Amy awoke shivering. At these
higher altitudes it got cold at night and her captors had provided no
blankets. Her almost nude body
shook uncontrollably. Dawn was
still a few hours off but some of Klein’s men were already awake, rebuilding
the fire. They had kept it burning
all night as a precaution against wild animals, but now they were getting
it ready to cook breakfast. Amy
was no longer handcuffed to the guard who had slept beside her, but the cuff
around her wrist was now locked to her
ankle. She wasn’t going
anywhere.
One of the men noticed that Amy was awake and
shivering. Without saying a word
he covered her with his jacket. The
other men looked at him and laughed.
“Taking a bit of an interest in the Fraulein,
Schlacht?”
“She’ll be no use to Klein or us if she is dead,” returned
Klein. “I’m just protecting
that sweet bit of ass.”
The men laughed again and returned to their
duties. Amy lapsed into sleep
again. She needed as much rest
as she could get.
She was awakened a second time by the toe of Klein’s
boot. “Time to get up,
Fraulein. We have a busy day
ahead of us.”
Amy’s eyes popped open. Even
at this early hour Klein was perspiring.
Large sweat-stains spread from under each of his armpits and his forehead
was damp with perspiration.
“Feed her,” Klein ordered, “and let her attend to her personal
duties.”
The handcuffs were adjusted so that Amy could move around enough to attend
to her bodily functions and have
breakfast. Her right wrist was
locked to her right ankle. It
afforded her only limited movement but enough that she could eat and attend
to her personal hygiene. Breakfast
wasn’t much, just some cornmeal and dried meat boiled in a pot, but
she was given as much as the rest of Klein’s
men. Amy ate and drank
eagerly. She had not had much
food the previous day and welcomed the chance to rebuild her
strength.
The morning meal and various other camp preparations were finished all too
quickly. Klein soon turned his
attention to Amy. “Now,
my little bird, it is time for you to sing for
me.”
Klein unfastened the handcuff from her ankle and locked her hands behind
her back. Two other men held
onto her to make sure that she did not do anything
drastic. This simple action thrust
her ample breasts forward most invitingly.
Looking at her, Klein licked his lips.
He grasped her left arm and led her toward the rail she had been tied
to the day before. Amy immediately
tried to hold back, but another man had seized her right arm and she was
propelled toward the rail in spite of her
struggles.
This time Klein tried a different
arrangement. He forced Amy back
so that the rail ended up in the small of her
back. Then he unlocked
the shackle on her right wrist and replaced it with a second set of
handcuffs. One man held each
of her arms to prevent her from escaping.
Klein next forced her right wrist behind the crossbar and then pulled
it forward. The man holding her
left arm did the same. Then both
handcuffs were pulled toward one another and locked across her
belly. The resulting arrangement
left her arched over the rail with her pelvic region pushed forward and her
elbows hooked over the rail with her
hands handcuffed in
front.
Amy’s long legs easily reached the ground and were slightly
spread. Klein availed himself
of the opportunity by stepping between them and forcing them farther
apart.
“Isn’t this convenient,
Fraulein? You are just the right
height.” Klein accentuated
his remark by cupping Amy’s mound of
Venus. Roughly he squeezed her
pubic mound through her delicate panties.
“You bastard,” Amy gasped.
Can’t you find a woman without tying her
up?”
“I prefer my women tied up,
Fraulein. They are so much more
cooperative.”
As he spoke Klein moved his hand up to Amy’s firm, trembling,
breasts. He slid his hand under
the cup covering her left breast.
“So pretty,” murmured
Klein.
“So
pretty.”
He took his other hand and slid it over her right
breast. Amy squirmed under the
contact.
“So soft and yet so firm!” Klein
exclaimed. He turned his hands,
gripping the fragile material of her bra and ripped it away from her
breasts. Her breasts fell free,
swaying slightly as they were exposed.
Klein bent his head to her chest and began to suckle her right
teat. Amy gasped as the pressure
of his fat lips increased. Slowly
he drew the blood from her breast into the
nipple. He continued sucking
hard long after the nipple became engorged generating intense pain in the
tip of her breast. Amy groaned
in agony.
“That’s it, Fraulein, enjoy,” said Klein, mistaking her distress
for pleasure. As he spoke, he
thrust his right hand inside her panties, seeking out her tight
slit. He found it and forced
his middle finger between her labia.
At the same time he returned to her nipple and took the engorged teat
between his teeth. He clamped
down on the tender bud and began to pull it away from her
breast. Amy whimpered as the
brutal Nazi increased the torture.
Klein continued to pull at her nipple stretching it away from her
areola. Amy was on the verge
of screaming. If he pulled it
any harder she feared that it would be torn
away.
Klein stopped just before the soft tissue
tore. Even so her tit was
bloodied. But Klein was now fully
aroused and was turning his attention
elsewhere. The hand fondling
her sex organ pulled against her panties, ripping the flimsy garment from
her body. She was now quite
naked.
Panting with excitement Klein tore open his pants and released his huge
member. ‘Now Fraulein, it
is time for the supreme honor. You
are about to mate with a German officer.”
Amy attempted to clench her vagina as Klein’s phallus pushed past her
labia. “Fraulein, you are
playing little games,” Klein
grunted.
“So much the
better. It will make my
conquest that much sweeter.”
He leaned his full weight into her.
“Ugh!”
Amy grunted as the massive
phallus thrust hard into her vagina.
Penetration was shallow, but Klein had made some
headway. Sweat poured off the
massive fatman, spilling across his bulging
gut. His huge flabby stomach
was plunked on top of Amy’s flat belly pushing her hard into the rail
that held her fast.
She moaned again as Klein inched into
her. “He’s too big!”
she thought. “He’s
just too big!”
“Ah!” Klein
exclaimed. “You are so tight,
Fraulein. So
tight!”
He pushed hard as he spoke, squeezing his massive member a few more millimeters
into his struggling victim. Amy
experienced tremendous pain, but held back her screams, even as her ravaged
vagina began to bleed from the brutal
intrusion. Slowly, inexorably,
the fat Nazi worked his way deeper and deeper within
her.
Amy’s beautiful bosom heaved as she underwent the terrible
ordeal. Her body was slick with
sweat, which dripped off her body like
raindrops. As she writhed under
the increased penetration of Klein’s huge phallus her firm breasts bounced
in time to the rhythm of Klein’s
thrusts.
Klein had now forced himself deep within his struggling
victim. Amy’s tightness
surrounded his wrist-thick penis, holding it firmly inside
her.
“Gott in Himmel!” Klein exclaimed
in German. Then, for Amy’s
benefit, he jeered at her in his heavily accented
German. “What a sweet
fuck! You are so
tight. I am exhausted and I’m
only halfway in.”
Amy moaned. “It can’t
be true,” she thought.
“Only
halfway. He can’t
be that big.”
But for once Klein was speaking the
truth. A good half of his gigantic
organ remained unsheathed. But
he was far enough into her that he could begin his fuck in
earnest. Shifting his huge bulk
back and forth he began to piston in and out of his victim, entering her
a little bit more each time.
“Oh God,” Amy moaned audibly.
“Oh
God!”
Around the two participants, Klein’s henchmen had stopped their jeering
and watched fascinated. Amy’s
fortitude in standing up to the brutal rape amazed even
them. That did not mean, however,
that there was any sympathy for the victim among
them. Each eagerly anticipated
the end of the rape. Then it
would be their turn.
“What a fuck!” one of the men
murmured.
“Tight as a
nun.” He licked his
lips.
Beside him a second man echoed his
sentiments.
“Incredible. It will
be a real challenge breaking her.”
Oblivious to the comments of his loyal henchmen, Klein continued his leisurely
violation of his victim. He was
very deep now and Amy’s breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to
hold up under the terrible torment.
Klein gasped in concert with his victim.
The flabby Nazi was almost at the limit of his endurance, but he was
determined to punish this English bitch if it killed
him.
“At least…” he gasped.
“I… will…
die…happy.”
“Uha!
Uha! Uha! Uha! Uha!
Uha!”
Amy gasped. She was losing the
will to resist. Klein was now
fully within her. He had penetrated
to her womb and forced open her cervix.
The small of her back was torn and bleeding from being repeatedly
rammed into the rail that supported her.
Her vagina was distended beyond what she had thought possible and
had been rubbed raw by Klein’s repeated
assaults. But Klein had reached
the end of his orgy. He ejaculated
into her womb with a shout, and then staggered back from his almost weeping
victim. As on the previous day,
he collapsed under a tree, seeking shade to protect his overheated
body. Amy sagged on the rail,
too exhausted to stand unsupported.
Unfortunately, her captors were not willing to let her
rest. As soon as Klein had finished
one of his henchmen took his place.
He immediately entered her, thrusting in to the
hilt.
“Ahhh!”
Amy cried, then she began to
weep as the hopelessness of her situation overwhelmed
her. The second rapist pounded
into her rapidly. Fortunately
he was not as well hung as Klein.
The ordeal was painful, but not
disabling. Within a few minutes
he was done, mixing his load with Klein’s, but another man stood ready
to take his place.
Amy’s sobs were clearly audible now.
She no longer had the will to
resist. She wept for her lost
virtue and the humiliation she was forced to
endure. But there was no
letup. A row of Klein’s
men stood waiting their turn.
Amy’s ordeal was going to be long and painful.
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