Sonata Of Pain by Woodburn 1. ¡°Why have I been detained, herr Commandant?¡± she asks him. She is angry and her rage only intensifies her exquisite beauty. Flanked by two of his men, one holding each of her slender white arms, the bitch in the blue-sequined gown is a gorgeous example of Aryan beauty: blonde with blue eyes that match the expensive fabric of her elegant dress, statuesque, shapely, big-titted German frau. And she is absolutely indignant, her full mouth pouting, her eyebrows scowling. He just smiles and takes a deep draw on his cigarette. White smoke swirls up toward the bare light-bulb which hangs from the high ceiling casting nebulous shadows in the small bare room. The S.S. Commandant has been sitting in a chair behind a small wooden desk but now he rises to his feet and approaches the pretty captive. The two soldiers that hold her are impassive. They are strong and brutal men and their big, meaty hands hold her upper arms, just above her elbows, like steel manacles. The Commandant now stands directly before her. He takes the cigarette from his lips and places it carefully on the edge of the desk behind him. He removes his black-visored cap and sets it down beside it. Suddenly he rears back, teeth bared and he slaps the blonde woman. She cries out as her head swings around from the vicious blow against the shoulder of the soldier on her right. She staggers in the iron grip of the helmeted men who keep her from moving or reacting to the cruel slap. ¡°I will ask the questions here, Fraulein Schmidt!¡± the Commandant snarls. When she turns back to him, a dark red smudge on her pretty cheek, a glimmer of tears in her big eyes, the indignation is almost but not completely gone and there is a hint of fear in her expression. He watches as she tries to compose herself and he sees her angry posturing return but enjoys the fact that now she is less sure of herself. She struggles against the soldiers who hold her. ¡°You...you struck me!¡± she whines. ¡°Do you realize who I am?¡± He stares at her, his eyes fierce, his uniformed and jack-booted body coiled like a spring. ¡°I am Helga Schmidt... Colonel Schmidt¡¯s daughter! You fool, I¡¯ll see you court-martialed for this outrage! What right do you have to arrest me...and to...to...strike me! ?¡± There is the hint of a cruel smile on his thin lips. He is going to enjoy this one. Without warning he slaps her again, backhands her, striking her other cheek and swinging her face the other way toward the soldier on her left. ¡°Hold her,¡± he tells the men. Taking his time he smacks her face with his open palm back and forth six times, sending her lovely head flying, blonde hair swirling and cascading. Lovely feminine squeals follow each of his blows. As always the cries of woman-pain make him hard. He stops to catch his breath and then as she her incredulous eyes return to him he thrusts his fist, with all his strength, into her belly. ¡°Uggghhhh!¡± she grunts, her pretty face twisted in a grimace of agony, winded, unable to bend forward, held upright by the soldiers. The two uniformed youths breathe hard from the exertion of keeping her still but also with masculine excitement. They, like the Commandant, are eager for a long night of woman-torture. He cups her chin in his hand and raises her bruised face to his. A trickle of blood runs from a corner of her sensual mouth. Her lovely hair which had been neatly coiffured is now coming undone. ¡°There isn¡¯t going to be any court-martial....Your father is - dead, Helga,¡± he tells her enjoying the shock his words now write on her. ¡°Yes... that¡¯s right...dead....As you soon will be if you do not co-operate. We know you and your father have been smuggling jews out of Berlin. You are traitors to the Reich....¡± She shakes her head, but the confidence has disappeared from her eyes completlely now. ¡°Oh yes...we know what you¡¯ve been up to you filthy jew-loving bitch...and you¡¯re going to tell me all about it, aren¡¯t you?¡± Now his hand grips her face hard. ¡°AREN¡¯T YOU?¡± Tears are running from her eyes spilling mascara down her flushed cheeks. ¡°No....Herr Hauptmann...no...you are wrong...please...there must be some mistake...I...¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid there is no mistake, Fraulein Schmidt. We will need to know your contacts in France and Switzerland. Give them up to me now and spare yourself. I will see to it that you have a speedy trial. You will do some jail time, nothing serious.¡± ¡°Please, Herr Hauptmann... my concert schedule...I was going to play for the Fuehrer next week...I swear I know nothing about your accusations...¡± ¡°Yes...I have heard you play the piano, Fraulein. You are quite good.¡± He takes her by her hair, his face up-close and mean. ¡°But if you ever want to play again you will give us the information we need. Now.¡± Her eyes are spilling tears now and he reads her terror, his powerful erection swelling against the tight gray fabric of his tight S.S.uniform pants. ¡°I swear...oh God, please...I swear I don¡¯t know anything, Herr Hauptmann...its a mistake...a MISTAKE!....please...¡± He lets go of her hair and stands stiffly in front of her. ¡°Take her to interrogation room five. We¡¯re gonna break this cunt.¡± The men drag her toward the door. ¡°No!¡± she cries out. He likes the pleading look on her face. ¡°No, Herr Hauptmann, pleeease!¡± The soldiers take her. He hears them walk her down the hallway, she is still pleading. He hears the heavy wooden door opening and then, after it closes, stillness. He picks up the cigarette from the edge of the desk and takes a long deep draw. Then, going out into the hallway and closing the door of the room behind him he makes his way to the far end of the building where his men have taken Helga Schmidt. The smile of pleasure on his face is unmistakable. He is glad the bitch did not take the easy way out. He didn¡¯t expect her to. Its going to be a long and delicious night.
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.
3. ....The black woman suspended off the floor between the two pillars... Her head hangs down and as Kleinman enters the room she looks up at him, dazed. The flogging begins and her gagged screams rebound off the hard walls. He works on her for a half hour, works up a sweat, takes off his shirt, circles around now, stands behind her. He is lucky to have this luscious, big-ass nigger cunt. There are very few blacks in Berlin. He pulls his cock out to jerk off watching her sweat and writhe, suspended and waiting. She tries to look back at him, whimpering. ¡°Don¡¯t worry...¡± he tells her... ¡°Its coming...¡± Kleinman strips off his clothes, kicking off his boots. ¡°...its coming...¡± He stands behind his victim wielding the heavy lash. She hasn¡¯t understood his words but she knows what is about to happen. Her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring... She continues trying to look back at her attacker. She makes apprehensive sounds into the red gag. ¡°Goddamn nigger whore...¡± Kleinman growls. His eyes are hard. His cock is fully erect and pointing upward. He raises the whip off the floor. It makes a slithering noise and then a whoosh as he makes it fly. The screaming swoop of hard black leather lands with a harsh smack across the black bitch¡¯s wide back. She jumps in the ropes, scraping ankles and wrists, screaming into the gag. Her eyes are like the eyes of the terrified zebra running across the plain ahead of the hungry tigers. Kleinman gives her no time to recover from the first blow. The torture of Ada Goldman, the vision of the three tortured jew-girls in room seven burns like a fever in him. He is already swinging the lash again. His face is a show of hard white teeth. ¡°Dance!¡± he shouts. The whip flies and flies, slashes, tears across beautiful black ass-meat. Her strong leg muscles ripple as she kicks in mid-air. ¡°Dance you worthless nigger tramp!¡± ¡°DANCE!¡± Hot searing pain makes the nigger-bitch buck and raise her gagged face to the ceiling. Her eyes plead for mercy to a distant African god. Out on Haldenstrasse it has begun to rain.
4. Helga Schmidt is bound to the wooden post, her pretty hands manacled behind it. She is naked and pieces of her blue sequined dress are all over the torture chamber. Tatters of her nylon stockings still cling to her legs and around her ankles which are bound with wire, legs wide apart, to a two-by-four nailed to the base of the post. A strand of rope around her neck also secures her to the rough wood choking her and forcing her to stand way up on her toes. There are welts and bruises all over her exquisite body but primarily on her legs. Hauptmann leans against the wall across the room puffing on his cigarette and looking carefully at every detail of the captive naked woman. His eyes trail slowly down her luscious legs to her feet, to the red toe-nails, then they work their way back up her body, up her wonderfully plump but firm whip-marked thighs, her blonde pussy-mound, the delicate swell of her abdomen which reminds him of a Greek vase he saw recently in the museum, and up her rib-cage to her spectacular tits, natural goblets of pink slut-meat capped with the most perfect strawberry colored nipples he¡¯s ever seen, and then up to her suffering face crudely gagged with her own panties and her begging eyes which he meets dead-on until she eventually looks down. Then his eyes repeat the journey once more. He has watched his two soldiers rape his screaming captive again and again. He has watched them beat her with their fists while they fucked her. He has watched them suspend her by her wrists from the ceiling and lay into her legs with stiff cat-o-nine¡¯s that whistled sharply and etched bright red welt-cuts across her snow-toned thighs. But thus far she has not clearly answered his questions. So he has given his soldiers a break and they have gone leaving him alone with his beautiful bitch. Before Hitler a woman like Helga would have had nothing to do with a man like Hauptmann. She was rich and educated, a concert pianist, part of the elite, the old German blue-blood aristocracy. Hauptmann was from a poor family. Brought up in the slums. But the Fuhrer had turned it all around. Now he was Helga Schmidt¡¯s one and only god. Her fate was completely in his hands. Slowly he strode across the room, his boots clacking on the concrete floor. From a wooden cabinet he took the box of needles, sixty of them, long sharp sewing needles...and the acetylene torch. Helga cringed as he stood before her. She had always been terrified of pins and needles going into terrible tantrums as a child whenever she¡¯d needed an injection. Now she watched this monster take several long sewing needles in one cupped hand from the box he laid on the floor between her out-flung legs next to the acetylene torch. Gently, he removed the saliva soaked panties from her mouth. ¡°...please...¡± she begged instantly. ¡°...don¡¯t, please...I beg you...¡± ¡°I need the names of the contacts Helga,¡± he said softly looking into her face. Because the choking neck-rope forced her up on her toes her eyes were level with his. ¡°...the contacts in France and Switzerland...¡± ¡°...It - it was...it was m-my father...¡± she muttered. Hauptmann had taken one pin from his cupped left hand between thumb and forefinger of his right hand. ¡°M-my father made the...the...ah...arrangements...¡± ¡°Oh really?¡± he asked sarcastically. He waited a moment then viciously he stabbed the long sharp needle deep into Helga¡¯s beautiful fat white boob. ¡°Ooowwwww!¡± she screamed. Almost before her cry was finished he stabbed a second needle into her other breast. ¡°We know it was you who contacted the French, cunt...Now...TALK!¡± Her eyes filled with tears stared back at him insolently. ¡°You bastard!¡± she snarled. ¡°I¡¯ll tell you nothing! Nothing!¡± He slammed the next pin deep into the juicy pulp of breastmeat. ¡°Y-YOwwwwwww!!¡± ¡°We¡¯ll see about that, Fraulein Schmidt...¡± Another pin, stabbed upward from underneath, up into the underside of her luscious udder. Short, sharp cry...her teeth clamp together...jaw set with determination. She¡¯s going to fight him. Good. Excellent. He stabs five more needles into her tit-globes. ¡°For the last time, Helga....Who are your contacts in France and Switzerland?¡± She stares past him at the wall. ¡°Alright,¡± he says nodding slowly. ¡°Alright...no more chances...¡± He goes to the wooden cabinet. When he returns she sees the spiked steel ball-gag in his hand. Without a word he reaches up and pinches her nostrlis shut. When she gasps for air he slams the spiked ball into her lovely mouth and straps it tight around her head. The tiny barbs gouge into her lips and tongue. ¡°Now you won¡¯t be able to tell me anything...¡± he tells her reaching for more needles. ¡°Even if you WANT TO!¡± He stabs needle after needle after needle into his bound victim making her writhe and whine helplessly...needle after needle...he loves the resistance he meets as the needle enters and penetrates through lactiferous-ducts and fatty tissue. Helga is of good strong German-Aryan stock and she won¡¯t be easily broken. He enjoys that...needle after needle...he pinches her nipples to get them erect... she struggles wildly in vain...he holds her swelling nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger of left hand...needle between thumb and forefinger of right hand...such perfect nipples..such a lovely color...Proud, haughty, blonde bitch. He remembers how she had stared at him indignantly when she¡¯d first been brought in. He remembers how she¡¯d looked on stage in the concert hall, like a goddess, so distant, so far above him...and now... Now he smiles and while he looks at her he pushes the needle hard right through the ruby red tit-cap...her head bangs on the post...she chokes...saliva streams from her bleeding lips...She¡¯s not so high and mighty now. He takes her other nipple lovingly, rubbing it softly...then he stabs it all the way through...He steps back to look at her. Her tits look like floating exploding mines. There are still fifteen or sixteen needles left. He proceeds to put most of them in her tits and nipples until her tits are festooned like pin-cushions in a sewing kit. In the end there are only three needles left. On one knee he crouches before his captive. She is quivering, whining, shaking her head. Now she¡¯s just a worthless suffering whore-slut. Proud blonde goddess Helga Schmidt, the concert artist has been brought to heel. He takes the velvety flesh of her pussy lip and pulls it open carefully, placing the needle-point against the raw red flesh on the inside. He looks up at her already licking his lips as he pushes the needle hard into pussy meat. The cry in her throat is animalistic. The steel manacles rattle against the wooden post. When he has pierced through one pussy lip completely and blood trickles down her welted thigh-meat to drip on the floor he takes the other flap of flesh and repeats the process. ¡°UU-UUHHRRRRRRGHHHHH!!!¡± she screams. ¡°YESS!¡± he shouts triumphantly.... ¡°That¡¯s it, Fraulein...that¡¯s it...FEEL THE PAIN! FEEL IT!¡± There is one needle left. ¡°Is there something you want to say to me?¡± he asks looking up at her. She nods eagerly, wide-eyed, like the star pupil who knows the answer. ¡°Oh, you DO?¡± he retorts ironically. ¡°Well...that¡¯s too bad,¡± he tells her smiling ...already he is lifting the last needle to her lovely pink slit, parting her pierced lips to expose the clitoral hood. ¡°Its just gonna have to wait...bitch... ¡± With crude viciousness he drives the needle deep into the heart of her clit, cork-screws it through the nub of flesh pointing the needle upward until it rips through and blood flows copiously down both thighs in thick fat drops, slowly, all the way to the floor. Her agony is absolutely perfect, beautiful to watch and Hauptmann feels his cock surge at the sight of it. He picks up the acetylene torch. Watching the suffering woman closely he opens the valve on the end of the torch and holds a match to the nozzle. The blue flame pops to life. ¡°Now, Helga,¡± he tells her standing there with the lit torch. ¡°Is there something, anything at all, you might want to tell me?¡± ¡°Gguwwghhh!!¡± she groans, nodding eagerly, her head tilting pleadingly. ¡°Gwwhhaaa! Awwhhrrrr!¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that just a fucking shame,¡± he replies meanly. ¡°You had your fucking chance and you let it go...now...well, now you¡¯ll just have to pay the consequences...¡± He brings the torch up to her big, needle-ridden paps and begins to play the flame on the needles. The metal of the needles as it heats up is conveyed right into the core of her paps and after a while she begins to rise up on her pretty painted toes and to scream into the gag, spit pouring down her face and neck. Slowly, lovingly, Hauptmann traces wide circles on her lovely white belly-flesh, on her wide hips, leaving dark burns on the delicious albaster-textured flesh. Her screams are a rhapsody of anguish and terror. He goes down on one knee before her to train the flame on her feet, one limb and then the other, back and forth, burning and burning. He traces her leg up past the knee and down again.... Then, the other leg as she trembles and kicks against the rope... ¡°Feel it...just feel it...¡± he snarls wickedly. ¡°Fire is cleansing, liberating...See how your evil flesh responds to it, Helga. It wants to flee from it, to escape its blessing.¡± He focuses the flame now on her upper thighs and on her mons veneris singing through her pubic hair and into the creamy tenderness of skin. The bitch shudders violently and twists her head from side to side. Her legs jerk against the tight ropes as the blue flame-tongue licks at her, licks the luscious flesh off her and leaves dark smudge-lines and bright red skin-burns. ¡°Yes, Helga,¡± Hauptmann continues, his voice low, his eyes crazed as he watches the work of the blowtorch on the beautiful woman¡¯s pussy mound. ¡°I suppose the religious men are right when they say the flesh is evil...It hates the fire. It rejects purification...You may be a beautiful woman on the outside, Helga Schmidt, but inside you are a worthless, sinful, lying, traitorous, jew-loving whore....¡± He puts the torch down on the floor. She looks down to see him peel her cunt-lips open and pin them wide apart into the burned flesh of her thighs. He pushes the long needles deep into the leg-muscle, making her screech into the spiked metal ball in her mouth. Still on one knee before her, he then picks up the torch again. With madman¡¯s eyes he looks up at her as he slides one finger into her love-hole. He licks his lips responding to the sensation of her moist clinging vagina. ¡°This is the heart of your sinfulness, Fraulein.¡± The torch is his other hand. ¡°This is the part of you which deserves the most terrible punishment.¡± She is shaking her head now, her eyes full of horror. He withdraws his hand and raises the blue flame of the blowtorch to her exposed sex. The way the pain explodes in the tortured woman is absolutely mesmerizing for Hauptmann. She leaps against the ropes that hold her almost jumping off the post as he pushes the nozzle of the blowtorch right up into her cooze. ¡°GGHHRRAAAAAAGGGHHHH!¡± she bellows wildly. It is a sound Hauptmann does not expect from such a gentle and civilized female and he is in awe of how the terrible pain has transformed Helga. The verneer of civilized behavior has been completely stripped away; all that is left is a magnificent trapped animal, a howling beast caught in a trap. He holds the flame to her carefully watching her face. When her eyes start to roll back and she sags against the ropes he withdraws the flame. She hangs on the edge of uncosciousness and he gives her a few moments. Then he gives her the flame again. Her body responds immediately, surging and quivering beautifully, a mindless shriek beginning low and rising up the harmonic scale to a shrill squeal like an air-raid siren. Hauptmann pushes the nozzle of the blow torch into his bound victim burning out her vulva and vaginal passage. Smoke rises from the burning flesh with sizzles and hisses audibly. The room is filled with the stench of burning skin and unable to contain herself Helga shits herself then pisses, her bladder and intestines reacting involuntarily to the ghastly torture. Hauptmann feels her piss, warm as spring rain on his hand and he smiles but does not retrieve the terrible flame. He has learned to love the smell of human excrement and he laughs softly. ¡°That¡¯s right, Fraulein,¡± he tells her as if speaking to a child. ¡°You see? You are nothing but a pig after all. Your beauty and your refinement mean nothing. I have reduced you to what you are underneath. Look at yourself, relieving yourself in front of a complete stranger like a dirty dog on a street corner...¡± Her eyes begin to roll back in her head again and he withdraws the flame and shuts off the blowtorch. He rises to his feet to stand in front of her, unbuttons his fly and takes out his erect cock to jerk off as he looks at her. Focused in the bright wash of the overhead bulb which is right over her head, Helga Schmidt, in her shame and torment, beaten, disheveled and suffering, is more beautiful for Hauptmann then when his men first brought her in. A warm red blush colors her cheeks and her sky-blue eyes swimming in tears already have that sweet look of the victim which so deeply satisfies the S.S. Commandant. Soon, Hauptmann will be given charge of a female internment camp near Auschwitz. There his barbaric appetites will find delicious fulfillment. But for now the torture of this one beautiful blonde is a memorable high-point of his career in the S.S.. He begins taking out the needles from her big tits. The cauterized skin begins to bleed with the removal of each tiny metal barb and when he is finished he begins to squeeze and maul her pierced mammaries until they spill thick drops of blood down her chest. He leans down to bite her nipples hard tasting her blood and making her groan and twist helplessly. Then, an expression of total disdain and contempt appears on the Nazi¡¯s face as he stands before his captive and puts his engorged member to the burned mouth of her pussy. ¡°As a woman you are now completely worthless,¡± he tells her as the huge crown of his penis begins to push into the burned and swollen flesh-aperture. ¡°You will never have children. I will make sure of that.¡± He enters her and begins to fuck her taking his time, enjoying the pain he puts on her face, the physical pain wrought by his huge cock inside her and of his terrible words working on her lovely spirit. ¡°When I am through with you, Fraulein Schmidt, no man will ever desire you again.¡± Her eyes looking into his are the eyes of defeat, of surrender. ¡°I will be the last man to have you....the very last...¡± He reaches out and removes the spiked ball from her bleeding lips. Its left dangling by its leather strap around her neck. ¡°Now, Fraulein,¡± he says softly, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, his hands above her head as he leans into the post to push his hard prick deep into her burned-out cunt. ¡°....the contact in France...¡± Her chin rests on his shoulder, her eyes spilling tears, her pretty tortured mouth shaping the words. ¡°...ahh...mm....Gerard...uhh...G-Gerard Delacroix...¡± ¡°Good girl...and the contact in Switzerland...¡± ¡°...nnggg...please, Herr Hauptmann...don¡¯t m-make me...¡± ¡°Come on, child, tell me...¡± ¡°unnhhh..I...I...musn¡¯t...¡± He thrusts into her angrily feeling the fullness of her big bleeding tits against his shirt her soft belly against his hard leather belt. ¡°Don¡¯t make me lose my patience with you again...¡± ¡°...I...ughh...oh God...no! I will not tell you! Kill me if you will but I will not tell you!¡± He slides out of her and stares at her. He is dangerously furious. ¡°What did you say, Fraulein?¡± Somehow she has found her courage again but he can see that is tenuous, hanging on by a thread. Still he is outraged. This bitch must pay severely. ¡°Are you saying you will NOT tell me?!¡± A hint of fire comes back into her pretty eyes. ¡°I will NEVER tell you! NEVER! You are a filthy COWARD and an ANIMAL!¡± His first instinct is to take out his Luger and blow her brains out but slowly he regains control. The fury on his face slowly disappears and is replaced by an icy sneer which makes Helga look down at the ground and tremble with terror. He raises her head back up, tilting it up by her chin as he slides the spiked ball back into her mouth. ¡°You will tell, bitch...¡± he says knowingly, confidently... ¡°I guarantee it. You will tell.¡±
5. ...Kleinhart¡¯s nigger-slut was close to passing out. After almost a hundred blows of the single-tail whip which left her bruised and welted he strode up behind her to feel her hot whipped body in his big white hands, to squeeze her chunky ass while he put his cock up between her buttocks and slid up into her asshole, undeterred by her constant red-ball-gagged screaming and babbling. Then he¡¯d begun to use the thin metal rod on her. He liked the way it whistled as he sliced her with it. And he particularly liked the way it thudded into her welted black skin, cutting her and making her contort stiffly. After some thirty blows he untied her legs from the base of the two pillars and re-tied them to chains that dangled from the ceiling, wide apart, exposing her chubby brown slit completely, her cunt floating in mid-air for him at just the right height. He whipped her there, right on her sex-mound, mercilessly with the metal rod. Blood dripped on the floor and on his chest and face. He would step up to her and push his big hard cock into her slit, fuck her for a bit then step back and cunt-whip her some more. He¡¯d done that until her sex was a mess of torn, bloody meat. Then he went to the cabinet and got the scalpel. She¡¯d looked up into his wicked leering face as he slid his rampant cock-spear up her battered black cunt and he¡¯d held the scalpel up for her to see. She¡¯d shaken her head, her big dark brown eyes pleading with him, her mouth babbling incomprehensibly in her native language behind the gag. He liked the sound of it. He¡¯d always had a place in his heart for African music and the sounds she was making reminded him of some tribal chants he¡¯d heard on recordings while stationed in Tobruk. While he fucked her with slow, well-timed jabs of his hips that sent his white prick into the depths of her suspended body he began to draw surface cuts on her huge brown-nippled jugs. He would hold the tit in his hand, feeling its firm fullness while he traced tiny cuts randomly all over the brown flesh-orb, avoiding the nipple and the mammillae. The plump brown meat-bags began to bleed beautifully and soon his hands were covered with the black woman¡¯s blood. He began to thrust into her more excitedly and to pierce her tits with the scalpel blade sometimes using it almost like a knife to stab into the fullness of womanmeat. There was no longer any pretense of torture for the sake of interrogation. He was not an S.S. Division Leader working on a prisioner, a good Nazi attacking the enemies of the Fatherland. He was now just a mercenary, a full-blooded white sadistic male abusing his military authority for the sake of unrepressed sexual torture. And he loved every minute of it. Smiling wickedly down at his victim he took one nipple now, tweaked between thumb and forefinger, and raising it, stretching it away from her fat bleeding boob, he winked at her and quickly, with a rapid flick of his hand, sliced it off her with the scalpel. The woman¡¯s terrified howl of pain was deafening in the small room. He felt the vibrations of her scream all the way up his cock and it made him thrust into her harder and deeper as he took her other nipple now, pinching it up in his blood-smeared fingers. He cut first vertically then horizontally on the nipple¡¯s surface making a cross on it and then squeezing it. Blood spurted from it as she screamed and he leaned over to guzzle it as it sprayed his face. Then, growling like an angry dog he sank his teeth into the tit-cap hard, harder, ripping into her, then he twisted and tugged at it, growling louder until her tore it off her and spat it out on her chest slamming his cock to the hilt in her cunt as she shrieked and babbled. He¡¯d fucked her for a while longer enjoying the sensation of her well-lubricated cunt on his shaft, his balls slapping against her bleeding butt-cheeks. Then he¡¯d stepped back to take the soft meaty vaginal lips and stab them with the scalpel before slicing them clean off. He stabbed her up-stretched thighs with the scalpel and blood bubbled and spurted out of her. Then, holding her steady by one quivering leg he¡¯d put the scalpel to the mouth of her cunt and sliced into the meaty tissue pushing downward until he cut all the way to the screaming black bitch¡¯s asshole. Now, he was fucking her again, fucking the wound he¡¯d made, his cock filling it, shit and blood pouring out of her, piss, as he gouged into her, laughing meanly. ...and she was close to passing out. That¡¯s when the intercom blared out in the small room catching Kleinman by surprise. It was Hauptmann. ¡°Kleinman,¡± the Commandant barked. ¡°If your black servant-bitch is still mobile bring her to the main chamber. I¡¯m having a special get-together for our prisioners and I¡¯d like you to join us.¡± ¡°Yes, sir,¡± Kleinman responded. Hauptmann¡¯s get-togethers were always exciting and not to be missed. Kleinman released the black woman¡¯s legs and they slid down to the ground lifelessly. When he released her wrists she slumped to her knees on the floor before him leaning sideways against one of the pillars to which she¡¯d been bound. He held her by her head and leaned down to remove her gag. He indicated for her to hold her mouth open by opening his own mouth. ¡°Ah! Ah!¡± he shouted, then as she complied... ¡°Yes...that¡¯s it...good...¡± Then he stood over her, raised his cock and pissed in her open mouth. She knelt there motionless in a puddle of piss and shit from her own body taking the German officer¡¯s urine in her mouth, bleeding, and bruised, completely broken, completely submissive. Kleinman smiled and traced the contours of her lovely African face with the hissing stream of urine from his prick. He pissed on her mutilated tits and shoulders and on her bleeding pussy and returned to her face and hair. When he was finished he made her suck his cock clean then, putting a collar and leash on her and binding her wrists behind her with metal cuffs, he got her out into the hallway, dragging her behind him, she following meekly, bleeding, crawling on all fours, like a trained dog.
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.
7. Hauptmann¡¯s cruelty and sadism are almost artistic in scope and execution. He¡¯s had the Steinway grand brought from Helga Schmidt¡¯s mansion to the torture room. A truck traveling Berlin¡¯s dark somber night-streets through the pouring rain has delivered it and five healthy strong S.S. soldiers have huffed and puffed to carry it down the steep stairs, past the heavy wooden doors and into the main torture chamber. Now, a naked, beaten and burned, psychologically brutalized Helga sits on the piano bench as Commandant Hauptmann stands over her. The blonde is still gagged with the spiked steel ball and there is a leash and slave-collar around her neck. Katrina Wilhelm is laid out on top of the shiny black lid of the piano and held spreadeagled by two soldiers while Schuller crucifies her to the wood with long wicked construction nails that he smashes through the screaming teenager¡¯s hands, through her palms, and into the piano lid. Her bleeding wounds are quickly cauterized with the hissing blowtorch which is then liberally used on her pretty young tits, her nipples burned to a crisp. ¡°You will play for us, Fraulein Schmidt!¡± Hauptmann orders. Helga looks down at the keys in confusion. The chamber is full of noise and activity. The Goldman sisters have been hung by their ankles from the ceiling and four soldiers are taking turns alternately flogging them with bullwhips and tossing darts at their bleeding ass-cheeks and tit-mounds. Rebecca Bergman, hands rope-bound behind her, is being forced to take turns sucking Kleinman¡¯s, Grummer¡¯s and three other soldiers cocks while she kneels on broken legs straddling a cannon shell which has been forced up her bleeding twat. Kleinman¡¯s black servant-bitch hangs precariously by a meat-hook pierced through her tongue, her wrists bound in front of her to a strand of barbed wire around her lower abdomen. The barbed wire snags her sliced open pussy and blood pours down her legs and from her sliced off nipples. A soldier tortures the black woman with the blow-torch touching the flame to her shivering body and leaving dark burn-wounds on her. He circles around touching the torch to the backs of her whipped legs and back, to her arms, to her bloody tits, even to her face. ¡°Play, bitch!¡± Hauptmann shouts and smacks his riding crop acrosss Helga¡¯s shoulders. Helga begins to play a Mozart sonata while Hauptmann stands over her jerking off. The gentle aristocratic music is a mockery in the cacophany of the chamber. The nude soldiers laugh. Some of them wear their helmets and gun-belts. The room stinks of mansweat and piss. The men guzzle beer. A soldier pisses on Helga¡¯s whipped back while she plays. Kleinman stands over Katrina Wilhelm, looking at her hungrily. ¡°Go ahead,¡± Hauptmann tells him. ¡°Go ahead. Fuck the little tramp. Fuck her good.¡± Kleinman climbs on top of the piano. He rubs his balls on the mind-blown teenager¡¯s face then he pulls her legs apart and gripping her by the ankles sinks his cock into her. Katrina gives out a weak, pitiful, heart-rending cry. Kleinman puts his whole weight into her to fuck her. The Nazi can feel the vibrations of the music through the young girl¡¯s body under him. Schuller takes Katrina¡¯s pretty little head and goes up on tip-toes to push his cock into her face. He chokes the teenage girl until she opens her mouth then he stuffs his prick into it. He holds her nostrils pinched shut so that the crucified victim is forced to suck him and breathe at the same time while she is brutally and heartlessly fucked by the other Nazi on top of her. Helga¡¯s burned pussy bleeds on the piano bench. The teenage girl bleeds on the piano lid. Womanblood trickles to the floor of the torture chamber. Rebecca Bergman is forced to swallow load after load of cum and then a couple of the soldiers lay her on the ground and shit on her face. When the thick, hot spunk and the wads of faeces choke her she passes out, her mutilated body weak from the loss of blood, and she¡¯s left for dead on the floor. After Kleinman empties his balls on the teenage girl crucified on the piano Schuller follows suit. The soldier with the torch pushes the flame against the black servant-woman¡¯s beefy, tortured ass-globes and she shrieks and babbles almost tearing herself off the meathook in her tongue. Two other soldiers are busy cutting Ada Goldman¡¯s nipples off her with their bayonet knives. Another soldier fucks Sarah Goldman¡¯s asshole with his knife until the bitch nearly passes out. The room is filled with the screams and gasps of the tortured women. ¡°You will tell me now,¡± Hauptmann whispers into Helga¡¯s ear. She plays some wrong notes. She shakes her head no without looking at him. ¡°You will tell me or the women will die...one by one...¡± She hesitates...continues playing. ¡°Schuller!¡± Hauptmann barks. ¡°Yes, sir!¡± Schuller replies standing erect and naked at attention. ¡°Prepare to kill the Wilhelm girl.¡± A smile of pleasure beams on Schuller¡¯s face. ¡°Yes, SIR, mein Commandant!¡± He gets his Luger from his gun-belt on the chair near the piano. He approaches the helplessly crucified teenager; he sees the cum he emptied in her mouth dripping from her face on to the piano lid, white jism on black wood. Helga stops playing. The room is suddenly silent as the men circle around the piano. ¡°Helga Schmidt,¡± Hauptmann growls. ¡°Will you tell me who your contact in Switzerland is?¡± She looks up at him. He reaches down and takes the spiked ball from her mouth. Blood and spit trickle down her neck. She is trembling. ¡°Tell me or Katrina dies,¡± Hauptmann says softly. ¡°...I...c-can¡¯t...¡± Schuller slides the long barrel of his Luger up Katrina¡¯s raped pussy hole. The girl moans weakly and turns to look at Helga. ¡°...pleease...¡± the teenager whispers faintly. ¡°...please..t-tell...him...T-tell him...w-what he w-wants to know....pleease...¡± Helga begins to sob. The soldiers are jerking off. ¡°For the last time, Fraulein,¡± Hauptmann drones menacingly. ¡°...your contact in Switzerland...¡± Helga sobs louder and shakes her head. Hauptmann nods at Schuller. Schuller licks his lips and pulls the trigger. The explosion makes everyone jump. Katrina¡¯s scream is short and choked. Her belly rips open and her guts spatter the top of the piano and Helga¡¯s face, shoulders and hands. But the teenager does not die immediately. She stares wide-eyed and gasping at Helga as if looking for salvation. Helga is screaming and babbling and sobbing her hands up in the air. Schuller unsheaths his gun from the dying teenager¡¯s cunt. A burst of blood pops from the vaginal opening. Katrina¡¯s body shivers uncontrollably, a quick racking spasm and she gives out a rattling sigh, dying with her lovely green eyes staring at Helga. Some of the soldiers grunt and cum. One of them empties his cock on the upside down faces of the Goldman females. Helga topples off the piano bench and tries to crawl to the door screaming. Hauptmann follows after her, grabs the leash around her neck and pulls her back. ¡°...The name of the contact in Switzerland, Fraulein!¡± he shouts pulling the hapless blonde up on her feet. ¡°Or the Goldman girls get it next....Do you want their lives on your conscience as well?¡± ¡°Ohhh God!!¡± Helga screams. ¡°Dear GOD!¡± ¡°THERE IS NO GOD HERE, PIG!¡± Hauptmann shouts and with all his strength he drives his fist into the woman¡¯s sobbing face. The blow smashes her back into the wall and she slides down to the floor to huddle in a fetal position. Hauptmann stands over her and kicks her over on her back. He puts his booted foot on her throat. ¡°This is the last time I will ask you....Who is your contact in Switzerland?¡± She looks up at him now. The sobbing dies down. The pressure of his boot on her throat is making it hard to breathe but she manages to form the words. ¡°...H-Hans...Hans Brecht....¡± There are whistles of surprise from the men. Hauptmann smiles triumphantly. ¡°Ah,¡± he acknowledges lifting his boot off her throat. ¡°No wonder you hesitated to reveal the name, Fraulein. An important man such as Herr Brecht with unquestionable party credentials...a traitor...I¡¯m sure the Fuehrer will find this information most interesting...Now, get up...Get up, bitch. Now, along with the others, you will be rewarded for your - co-operation...¡± The device is wheeled in. Sarah Goldman is let down from her bondage and brought forward. She is placed in a standing position in front of the wooden panel. Her beaten, nipple-less breasts are pushed into the two apertures between the double plank of plywood. The device is locked shut and a cord which extends from the top, three feet above her captive boobs, is pulled down and placed in her mouth. She is told that if she releases the cord a blade inside the device will slide down and slice her tits off. Her hands are cuffed to the wooden posts that support the makeshift device. Now all the soldiers take turns fucking the bound woman, trying to force her to release the cord. They thrust into her with all their might gouging asshole and cunthole, fucking her for all she¡¯s worth. Three of the soldiers empty themselves in her but she manages to hold on to the cord. Then Kleinman takes up a wooden stick crowned with steel spikes on one end. He stands behind Sarah Goldman and swings the weapon against the back of her thighs. The bitch grunts and her eyes roll wildly but she manages to hold on. The fourth stroke of the barbed club however, delivered across both tender kneehollows, finally forces her to release her grip as she gives out a long and beautiful scream of woman-pain. The blade finishes the scream slicing off her tits cleanly, the mounds of bitch-meat falling to the floor at her feet. The soldiers shout and jeer. Sarah is released from the device and her crippled sister Ada is brought to it. Helga is forced to watch that sister¡¯s terrible mutilation, Ada succumbing to the savage sex as she is fucked up her cut-up asshole and letting go of the cord, passing out when her boobs are hacked off. Ada is dragged away and the black servant-woman is brought to the device screaming and babbling as the men laugh and taunt her. With some difficulty her great scalpel-sliced, nipple-less boobs are pushed into the two guillotine holes, the device is locked and the cord is placed in her fat-lipped mouth. One soldier lays on the ground following Hauptmann¡¯s orders and Helga is forced to straddle his prick in her burned-out cunt. Hauptmann then slides his huge cock mercilessly into Helga¡¯s tight rectal passage and while the Nordic blonde bitch is double fucked like an animal on all fours the cruel torture of the black woman begins. The black bitch takes ten violent rape-fucks and still manages to hold on to the cord. Schuller and Kleinman flog her back and legs savagely and the bitch grunts and mewls but hangs on valiantly. The men cheer on their commanders. Grummer takes the hammer which was used to nail Rebecca Bergman to the piano and he viciously slams the nigger-woman¡¯s feet with it. He smashes the toes of her right foot one by one and while the men shout wildly he begins on the left foot when suddenly the bitch shrieks with all the energy left in her lungs. The blade slices down and the black woman¡¯s tits spatter down on Grummer. The men laugh and make fun of him. He laughs and picks up chunks of tit meat from the floor and throws it at them. Finally it is Helga Schmidts turn. The black woman is hauled off and Helga is yanked up on her feet and into the tit-slicer. She looks beautiful bound to the terrible blood-covered planks. All fifteen men in the room have a go at her. She is wonderful, stoic, Aryan, taking the violent abuse without a single sound. The men slam into her burned out pussy, into her shit-hole, they smack her and hit her with their fists, they shout at her, insult her, revile her, curse her. When Hauptmann takes his turn he reminds her that she is responsible for the death of the Wilhelm girl and that she will go to her grave with that on her conscience. He tells her this as he slowly and viciously ass-rapes her. He reminds her she is also responsible for the deaths of Delacroix and Brecht whom she has betrayed. He grips her hips and sends his prick deep into her guts...He calls her a worthless whore and a traitor... When all the men have spent themselves on her the whippings begin. Helga Schmidt is flogged bloody, clubbed senseless. She shudders and kicks, grunts, gasps. One leg is broken. Two ribs. But still she will not release the cord. Then Hauptmann takes the hammer. She sees him sit in front of her. ¡°You have the most beautiful hands, Fraulein...¡± he says softly. She sees the hammer raised high. Its shadow blocks the harsh light of the overhead bulb...then the light stabs her eyes as the hammer descends. The bones of her delicate hand shatter like glass. Hauptmann swings the hammer again and again. ¡°Bitch! SLUT! WHORE!¡± He breaks both hands, both wrists and as his blows move up her arm to the elbow, her knees give out, she emits a strangled cry and her mouth releases the cord. Even after her tits drop to the ground at his feet, Commandant Hauptmann goes on breaking the blonde bitch. He breaks both her arms and is about to slam her head with the hammer when he realizes she has passed out. He begins to laugh hysterically. All the soldiers join him. Wild laughter fills the room. Outside, dawn has begun over Berlin. Later the survivors will be driven to a labor camp in the outskirts of the city. In less than a week they will all be dead. The End.
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