6.
Franz Schuller wanted to fuck the beaten teenage girl. He¡¯d been
wanting to fuck her for at least two hours but he kept holding back and
letting his sexual energy find a focus in the torture of her lovely
defenseless body.
Katrina Wilhelm rode a wooden work-horse in the center of the torture
room.
She was impaled on two metal dildos which were mounted on the surface
of the work-horse and she hung by her neck from a rope noose that kept
her stiffly upright, her pretty blonde head slightly tilted to the
right. Her wrists were roped to her upper thighs and her hands opened
and closed helplessly during her torture like birds unable to fly.
Electrical cables ran from the two dildos into a device connected to an
army-truck battery. A cable from the device led to a plunger-switch in
Schuller¡¯s hand.
The young girl had been beaten and raped countless times since her
capture, the first time before her parents in their bedroom, the most
recent less than an hour before when three soldiers had gone at her in
front of Schuller on a dirty mattress in the corner of the interrogation
room.
Schuller had wanted to join in. He¡¯d wanted to fill the little whore
with his demanding cock and shoot his cum into her cunt and mouth. But
instead he¡¯d let the soldiers do it working himself up to a fevered
state of sadistic cruelty and ordering the soldiers to empty their balls
in her lovely pale face, in her mouth, in her lovely green eyes that
vainly searched the faces of her tormentors for mercy and only made him
harder and harder. In the end it was more deeply satisfying to have her
plundered by the soldiers who obediently followed his orders than if he
had raped her himself. It was almost as if the soldiers were extensions
of his power and will, as if he could have cloned himself into three
separate selves who could do justice to his depraved desires.
He¡¯d interrogated the young victim under the lash enjoying her pitiful
protests of innocence. His thrashing whips and riding crops had yielded
nothing and he was sure now, beyond doubt, that she really knew nothing
of her family¡¯s traitorous acts. He had achieved that certainty by
carefully and methodically tearing out her toe-nails after flogging her
pretty little feet with a birch-rod. He had rubbed his cock on her
bleeding toes and on the torn foot-soles while she¡¯d cried and screamed
and pleaded for an end to the pain. Instead he¡¯d only given her more
pain, more rape and now he¡¯d mounted her on the dildos to give her
powerful electrical bursts up her snatch and asshole.
He loved the way the electricity made the delicious young girl shake
and howl, her face twisted up to the ceiling, she choking on the noose
as she rode the work-horse, her nail-less toes barely touching the
ground. He would hold down the plunger for ten or fifteen seconds at at
time. Sometimes longer.
The three soldiers that had raped her stood around and watched jerking
off, already hard again from the vision of the lovely long-dark-haired
German teenage girl¡¯s terrible suffering. These were cruel men and they
enjoyed the sight of women in pain. A couple of times the electrical
shocks had stopped Katrina¡¯s heart and one of the soldiers had stepped
up to her to bang his fist on her chest and hold a vial of ammonia under
her nose to revive her. Then, unremittingly, the torture had resumed.
Finally, the call on the intercom had come. Hauptmann wanted Schuller,
his men, and the
tortured teenage girl, if she was still breathing, to come to the main
torture chamber for the conclusion of the evening¡¯s events.
Katrina was unable to walk so the soldiers hoisted her up off the
work-horse and one of them carried her over his shoulder, like a sack of
potatoes, out of the room and down the hallway.
Schuller followed behind. He liked the way the girl hung limply in the
big naked man¡¯s grip, her long black hair trailing along the stone
floor.
He still wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel the pussy that his men
had raped and that his metal dildos had violated and burned wrapped
around his prick. He also knew that her parents had been shot and that
it was most probable that she would be executed.
The thought of what could lie ahead on this night of mayhem deeply
excited the young S.S. officer.
