2.
On the other side of the great wooden door is a long hallway. Here,
under Haldenstrasse 256, less than a mile from the Brandenburg Gate, in
several sound-proof chambers, the sadistic
members of the S.S. carry on their sinister work.
Three doors away from the room into which the two soldiers have dragged
Helga Schmidt kicking and screaming, losing one pretty white high-heel
shoe in the hallway, a trickle of blood from her bruised face dripping
on her blue sequined evening gown a strap of which already hung off her
shoulder....three doors from that room, which, once the door was shut,
left the hallway in
a deep and almost palpable silence, where perhaps if you stopped to
listen you might hear just the faintest of distant female screams, an
almost undistinguishable background of shouts, blows,
curses, more screams....just three doors from Helga Schmidt¡¯s torture
chamber a beautiful
black woman hung nude by widespread arms between two concrete pillars,
her bare feet just off the stone floor, blood and sweat gleaming on her
dark mahogany flesh in the harsh light of the electric bulbs that hung
from the ceiling. Thick dark welts crossed her torso and streaked across
her luscious fat tits which, though they were massive, stood full and
erect on her chest like twin chocolate-colored melons. Her thighs and
legs almost all the way down to her ankles were painted with welts and
cuts and she was sobbing and gasping for air, eyes bulging wildly, a big
red rubber ball strapped around her face forcing her thick-lipped mouth
un-naturally wide.
S.S.Division Leader Kleinhart stood five feet from the suspended
negress a heavy braided whip dangling from his hand, the long leather
tail forming a semi-circle on the floor beside him.
He had removed his shirt and his broad muscular chest and back were
speckled with thick drops of prespiration from the strenuous work. He
had been whipping the black servant-girl for almost a half hour. Slowly
now, he circled around her to stand behind his target, her smooth
curving back and the fat swell of her ass.
Kurt Kleinhart loved to hurt women. And he especially loved to hurt
black women. Their big broad asses always brought an evil leer to his
face...all that firm and juicy brown meat. And, as the Fuhrer had noted
repeatedly, niggers were the lowest of the low, they were barely human,
a subspecies, meant to serve their Aryan masters as slaves. Certainly
this black maid who had come to Berlin only a year earlier from her home
in Ethiopia deserved no more consideration than some
animal in a zoo, or perhaps even less. In general, for Kurt, women were
inferior creatures. Black women were shit to be scraped off your boot.
So when it turned out that the rich industrialists this unlucky wench
worked for, the Wilhelms, were accused of passing military secrets to
the Allies everyone in the household had been arrested and viciously
tortured. And now all were dead except this lovely piece of black
whoremeat and the fifteen year old daughter of Ana and Stefan Wilhelm
which Kurt had seen being viciously gang-raped in the bedroom of the
Wilhelm home the night of the arrest.
Both mother and father had been forced to watch their lovely
dark-haired daughter¡¯s ordeal at the hands of the Nazi monsters. They
had been bound to the fine French arm-chairs in the opulent master
bedroom while five laughing, jeering, cursing S.S. troopers cruelly
raped young Katrina Wilhelm on the blue satin sheets, slamming their
huge cocks into every hole, terminating her tender virginity in frenzied
cruelty. Later, the young teenage girl had been dragged off, along with
her parents, and brought to the underground torture chambers.
From what he¡¯d heard over lunch in the luxurious dining room that day,
after the previous night¡¯s arrests, while his companions ate the best
food and drank the best wine Berlin had to offer (only the best for the
S.S.), mother and father Wilhelm had given up the ghost but their sweet
baby-cakes, Kathy, was still holding on.
Kurt hoped they would save some of that for him. He loved to hear
young girls scream.
The nigger bitch had been assigned to him even though it was pretty
obvious she knew nothing and would be of no military value. In fact she
did not even speak German, except for a few rudimentary everyday words,
but the S.S. liked to pride itself in its thoroughness and it was worth
investigating every angle.
And the angle now offered Division Leader Kleinhart was most appealing
indeed...
He¡¯d just returned from a hearty dinner and the hung and spreadeagled
young black servant-woman made a spectacular target for his single-tail
whip, a fitting and tasty dessert. So far he had spared her back-side
(his most favorite anatomical area), leaving it for last. The wide-eyed
wench tried to look for him, turning her head anxiously from side to
side to glimpse him briefly through the corner of her eye.
He stood directly behind her and waited.
Long ago Kleinhart discovered that the best part of torturing a slut
was making her wait for the pain. He knew that when it finally came all
the waiting and the anticipated imagining of the pain would make the
pay-off that much better.
Her head swung from side to side as she tried to see him. She began to
whimper like an abandoned puppy.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, bitch,¡± Kleinhart told her softly as his cock bulged and
ached in his pants.
¡°Its coming...its coming...¡±
He reached down, unbuttoned his fly and took his prick out to jerk off
slowly.
Earlier that afternoon, before dinner, he had paid passing hommage to
the idea that he was interrogating his prisioner.
She¡¯d been handcuffed and on her knees, still wearing her black maid¡¯s
uniform.
¡°Tell me what you know about the movements of the sixth Panther
division,¡± Kurt had asked with a sneer, standing over her.
She had looked up at him with an expression of absolute bewildered
ignorance.
He¡¯d slapped her stupid black face and asked her again.
She¡¯d toppled to the floor and begun to babble hysterically in her
African language.
That¡¯s when he¡¯d gagged her.
He¡¯d ripped her little black dress off her while she twisted around
helplessly leaving her in black brassiere, panties and silk stockings.
His rough eager hands made short work of those
and he was soon raping her viciously on the stone floor stabbing his fat
white cock into her
tight black cooze. As he¡¯d fucked her he¡¯d worked her over pumping his
fists into her belly and chest and tits. She¡¯d screamed and bounced
under him, her head banging on the floor, her eyes
bulging and bloodshot with tears. He¡¯d come once in her cunt while he
was choking her, just as she passed out. Then he¡¯d revived her and
forced his still hard member up her clenched butthole
twisting her over to lie on her face while he pummeled her ass and legs
and back.
Kleinhart was extremely potent sexually and he¡¯d spent almost five
hours raping the Ethiopian bitch again and again, strangling her
unconscious and reviving her, cumming in her and on her eight times
before finally hoisting her up with cruel ropes into her present
vulnerable spreadeagled position.
He¡¯d left her hanging there, waiting, while he¡¯d cleaned up and gone
upstairs to the opulent dining room on the third floor.
¡°Anything from your prisioner, Division Leader Kleinhart?¡± Commandant
Hauptmann had asked over dinner, a cynical look in his face. As they
wolfed down their meals, glasses and cutlery clattering, some of the men
chuckled.
¡°Yes,¡± Hans Grummer had added. ¡°Perhaps your prisioner will reveal some
¡®dark¡¯ secret.¡±
More chuckles.
¡°Be careful, Kleinhart,¡± Schuller remarked. ¡°They say their color rubs
off on you.¡±
Schuller, Kleinhart knew, had been given the fifteen year old Wilhelm
child.
¡°At least my prisioner is well past the age of consent,¡± Kleinhart
joked.
¡°Yes,¡± Hauptmann added. ¡°But I¡¯m sure she would not consent to what you
have in mind for her.¡±
The Nazis laughed and raised their wine-glasses to toast each other.
After dinner, Kleinhart had dropped in on Grummer and four other
soldiers in room 7.
The five men had been able to get some crucial information from three
young Jewish women who had been caught trying to leave Berlin with false
identity papers.
Six hours earlier, the youngest of the women, Rebecca Bergman had given
up the name of Colonel Fritz Schmidt and his daughter Helga.
Rebecca now sat on a tall wooden stool, her broken legs tied to the
sides of the stool with barbed wire which had gouged into her white
skin. Dried streams of blood led to the floor. Her face was terribly
bruised, both eyes half-shut and purple, lips cut and swollen. Her hands
were bound behind her with barbed wire and she was kept upright on the
stool by a noose around her neck which led up to a beam in the ceiling.
One of the soldiers was carefully pushing what appeared to be tiny
fishing hooks through her nipples. Both her hugely distended tits had
been pumped full of hot water injected with a huge syringe and they were
covered with vicious welts and small cuts. Fifty-odd pins with small
round colored heads, like those used to mark military maps, were stuck
deep in them. Trickles of bloody fluid trickled from the pin-wounds.
More pins had been pierced through her pussy-mound and a fishing hook
had been driven through her clit and connected to a thread line to the
same overhead beam from which her noosed neck hung. Her pretty brown
eyes seemed distant, her mind blown, her dark thick hair disheveled and
hanging in tangles over her face and shoulders.
Kleinhart¡¯s cock surged at the sight of the terribly tortured jew
bitch.
¡°Goddamn...¡± he whispered, licking his lips. ¡°Nice work,
gentlemen...nice work...¡±
¡°This way, Kleinhart,¡± Grummer called. ¡°Never mind her. She¡¯s had
it...Take a look at her two friends...¡±
Kurt now saw that the other two women had been hung by their wrists and
ankles from the ceiling with ropes tied tight enough to cut their
circulation, their hands and feet a dark shade of violet, their legs
obscenely widespread, their bodies almost four feet off the ground,
their cunts exposed for rape or any other abuse their imaginative
tormentors might come up with. Three of the soldiers were working on
one bitch, Sarah Goldman, two of them caning her footsoles with bamboo
rods, the other, his pants around his ankles, thrusting his prick into
her well-fucked pussy. Both women had been severely beaten and whipped.
Nineteen-year old Ada, was sobbing pitifully as she watched the rape
and torture of her sister.
It was she that Grummer pointed to as he spoke with Kleinhart.
¡°She has the most marvelously tight pussy I¡¯ve ever enjoyed on a
jew-girl. Why not give ¡®er a try, Kurt. I¡¯m sure she¡¯ll get you in the
mood to continue with your Ethiopian nigger....Besides, she hasn¡¯t given
us anything yet...¡±
Kleinhart stepped up between Ada¡¯s up-flung legs. Up close the
brutality that had
been spent on her was breathtaking. Her chest and belly were covered
with cigarette burns. Whoever had whipped her had gone to town on her
luscious tits and lower abdomen. It looked like one of her legs had
been broken and the knee was puffy and swollen.
Kleinhart licked his lips as he unbuttoned his fly and put his right
hand on her swollen
knee.
The girl jerked in her roped bondage and cried out weakly. Her sad
teary eyes looked down on the Division Leader as he put his cock to her
bleeding pussy-slit. She had lovely silky hair, light brown which had
been pulled back into a fierce pony-tail bound with crude rope.
Gently at first, Kleinhart squeezed Ada¡¯s knee as he slid into her.
¡°Ahhh - yess....¡± he groaned.
Grummer had been right. The jew-girl had a deliciously tight vagina
even after the repeated raping.
¡°Excellent,¡± he growled and squeezed her knee hard now watching the
pain change her face making her sad dark eyes wide.
¡°You little Jew pig....are you going to tell us who it was that helped
you escape?¡±
Slowly and deliberately he slid his shaft deeper into her, painfully
widening her swollen pussy, lubricated only by her blood.
¡°...no one....me and my sister...ahhgghh...a-alone...ohh...pleease...¡±
¡°Alone? Alone? You stupid little cunt. Do you think we are idiots?
Where did you get the fake papers? C¡¯mon...talk!¡±
¡°Here,¡± Grummer said. He handed Kleinman a short black wooden
billy-club. ¡°Work on the prisioner.¡±
The club felt solid in the Division Leader¡¯s grip. The feel of its
polished surface made his cock harder as he thrust deep into his victim.
Behind him, the soldier had finished piercing Rebecca¡¯s beaten and
pierced pap-tips with the fishing hooks and was busy tugging on the
lines that led from the hooks to an eye-hook in the ceiling.
Sarah Goldman¡¯s cries filled the chamber as now her three tormentors
attacked her suspended body with bamboo canes.
¡°Talk to me, slut,¡± Kleinman snarled looking into Ada¡¯s pretty beaten
face as he fucked her.
¡°Who helped you?¡±
The girl just stared back at him shaking her head.
His hand slid off her knee.
He thrust into her a few times just looking at her then unexpectedly,
he smashed the billy-club down where his hand had been.
The sharp thudding blow on her broken limb tore a no-shit shriek from
Ada Goldman that topped her sister Sarah¡¯s cries.
Without hesitation Kleinman struck the same leg repeatedly moving down
her shin to her bound ankle to her foot breaking her ankle drawing
sobbing screams from her, thrusting his cock deep, hilting his fat
member in the tortured jew-bitch.
¡°Yes!¡± Grummer shouted urging his colleague on to greater cruelty.
¡°Yes, Kleinman! Yes! Yes! Break the little whore!¡±
¡°WHO HELPED YOU?!¡± Kleinman shouted as he beat Ada¡¯s leg with the billy
club and fucked her suspended body.
Excited by Ada¡¯s cries and Kleinman¡¯s unbridled viciousness the three
men tore into her sister, Sarah; the bamboo canes whizzed sharply
through the air and thudded into the unfortunate victim¡¯s flesh.
The soldier who was working on Rebecca connected the hook-lines
together, nipples and clit, and pulled them up toward the ceiling.
Flesh began to rip. Rebecca choked on the noose and struggled, her
strangled cries weakly pathetic.
Kleinman struck again and again now at the other leg.
Ada¡¯s other knee snapped.
He went on beating her and beating her. He loved the way the billy-club
sounded when it sank into womanmeat.
Finally...
¡°...gghhhaaaaaa...H-HEEEEELLLLLLLGAAAAAAA S-SCHMIDT!!!!!!¡± Ada
shrieked.
¡°HHEEELLLLLGAAAAAA SCHMIDT!!!¡±
Abruptly Kleinman ceased his onslaught.
¡°Jesus,¡± Grummer gasped. ¡°Good work, Kleinman! We have corroboration!¡±
Stepping back, the Division Leader pulled his hugely engorged prick
from Ada¡¯s tight
punished, bleeding lovehole. He continued to jerk off, a smile of
victory playing on his lips.
Both sisters were lowered to the ground.
¡°Let¡¯s piss on the bitches,¡± Grummer growled.
Grummer, his soldiers and Kleinman had stood over the beaten women and
laughing and taunting the prisioners they emptied their bladders on
them. The jew-bitches cried and tried to avert their faces from the
drizzling piss-streams but in the end they just sat there defeated,
man-piss running down their hair and faces and tortured bodies.
With one last angry tug on the line, the soldier who had been torturing
Rebecca Goldman now tore her nipples and clit right out of her.
The scream was piercing, high-pitched, almost operatic and it made all
the men in the room turn to look. There were a couple of whistles and
curses.
The soldier that had ripped Rebecca Goldman¡¯s sex from her had his huge
fat cock in his hand and he jerked off as he stared at the mutilated
jew-girl before him.
¡°You¡¯ll never feel pleasure again,¡± he snarled. ¡°You¡¯ll never nurse a
baby, Rebecca Bergman. You¡¯re useless now, bitch...useless...you¡¯re a
useless Jew cunt....a traitorous Jew cunt who betrayed her benefactors.¡±
She stared at him glassily, her pale face disfigured with agony. Her
nipples and clit dangled before her, bleeding morsels of flesh.
¡°...f-finish me...please...¡± she moaned. ¡°....finish me...I-I w-want to
die....pleease...I-I want t-to die....¡±
Grummer had finished pissing on the Goldman sisters. He¡¯d tucked his
cock back into his trousers and now he¡¯d come up behind the pleading
broken girl.
He yanked her head back by her hair to stare into her beaten face.
¡°No, slut.¡± He growled. ¡°You won¡¯t die. You¡¯re going to
live...mutilated for the rest of your fucking life...besides...you still
haven¡¯t told us where you were going when we arrested you.¡±
The look of hopelessness on her face and a soft low moan that escaped
her trembling lips made the cum spring out of the soldier¡¯s upraised
cock and it spattered Rebecca¡¯s blood-soaked pubic area and thighs.
¡°Uhhh!¡± the soldier grunted. More sperm jetted from his penis and
dripped off Rebecca¡¯s bruised belly.
Grummer released the defeated bitch¡¯s hair and tugged on the noose
around her neck.
When her mouth gasped wide for air he hawked noisily and spit in it.
Rebecca made a disgusted face and whined as Grummer¡¯s spittle dribbled
from her tongue and on to her bloody nipple-less tits.
From the other side of the room, Kleinman took in Rebecca¡¯s suffering
with rapt attention and his own cock throbbed rigidly as he buttoned up
his pants and made his way to the door.
¡°Excuse me, gentlemen, but I have my own work to attend to,¡± he
remarked.
None of the Nazis in the room payed much attention to him, and when the
door to room seven closed behind him they were already preparing new
tortures for the three hapless jew-girls
in their charge.
