Chapter 3
She was bathed now. There had even been a scented bar of soap she had used to wash away the grime, the filth, and the overpowering stench of the camp. She had scrubbed for what seemed like hours to get the coating of ashes off her. Her hair had also been washed. It was short at the moment, and easy to wash. Fortunately, she had not yet been infested with lice.
When Von Teich came in, he looked at her, a crooked leer on his face. He wasted no time taking off his jacket, then pouring himself a drink.
"So," he muttered, "you are not a Jew. This is gutt. Each time I take one of those Jewish cows to bed, I feel as if I have been infected. Besides, they are so prim and so delicate. You are not delicate, are you, liebchen?"
"No," Rachel gasped, more and more terrified with each passing second.
"Gutt! Come here!"
Standing, Rachel walked over to him and looked at his cruel handsome face, with the straight nose and the mocking eyes. His teeth were crooked and a little brown from having smoked too much. Even now he was lighting another cigarette after putting it in the long, thin cigarette holder.
Von Teich walked around her, slowly peeling the robe from her body, letting it fall on the floor. He stared at the way her breasts, now rid of the last vestige of baby fat, stood up so roundly. The tips of her nipples were pink buds waiting to be massaged into glowing rubies. Yes, the hard life had been good for Rachel's body, giving it the roundness it needed to be perfect.
"I like pink nipples," Von Teich told her. "I like them very much. I like them even better when they harden and turn a glowing red. Did you know a nipple can glow just like the tip of my cigarette?"
"1 didn't know that," Rachel gasped.
"Ach ja!" he laughed, and slowly, very slowly brought the glowing tip of his cigarette to within three inches of Rachel's left nipple.
Rachel took a deep breath and held it. This made her breasts stand out even more. She stood very still, not daring to move as Von Teich let his suspenders slide off his shoulders. Then he brought the tip of his cigarette to within an inch of her nipple. Anxiety flooded Rachel as she felt the heat from the cigarette starting to burn the nipple. It was starting to hurt, but deep down inside, Rachel was feeling something else. She was feeling excitement. Something was happening to her, inside. Perhaps it was because of the rough treatment she had received from Albert Kalascz. The very roughness of his treatment had caused her to inwardly understand that such treatment preceded the pleasure she would receive from being fucked. And her mind had accepted the fact, almost immediately, that the more that a man hurt her, the more enjoyment she would eventually receive. Though her body believed this, her mind was not yet ready to accept it, and the sight of the burning cigarette, an inch from her nipple, sending burning pains through her, made her start and shiver. And the shiver, coursing through her body made Von Teich smile. The sadist in him enjoyed the fearful reactions of women. Even more enjoyable was the actual dealing of pain.
As Rachel stared, he moved the cigarette closer and closer. When he touched it to her nipple, she didn't believe it. At first there was nothing, and then there was agonizing pain.
"Eeeeyyyiiiii!" she screamed, jumping away.
"No, Llebchen," he told her, and smacked her face with his free hand. "You must not back away. You must endure it. That is what makes it so much fun... seeing you endure it. Those fragile Jewish pigs couldn't take pain. They are an inferior breed of people. They are weak. They are not like Aryans Now you claim not to be Jewish. Well this is something you will have to prove to me. Lie down!"
"Where?" Rachel asked, whimpering.
"On the table, of course," he said, pointing to a long table with a bowl of fruit in the center. It was artificial wax fruit, and when he swept the bowl off with his arm, the fruit broke as it hit the floor.
Rachel hoisted her naked body onto the wooden table as Von Teich went to a nearby bureau in the room.
"Why can't we use the bed?" Rachel asked.
"After you have proven you are worthy of sleeping in a bed, we will use the bed with regularity." Von Teich replied. "For now, you will lie on the table."
Rachel stared as Von Teich opened the drawer, dipped his hand in, and came out with a weird assortment of different objects. They all looked like earrings, except the earscrews seemed much too large.
Tugging her thighs wide apart, Von Teich took the first object and Rachel felt her right labius being tugged away from the center of her gash as Von Teich began screwing the object tighter and tighter. He had her labius trapped in the screw and was pulling it against her right thigh.
"Wunderbar!" Von Teich smiled as the girl gritted her teeth in pain. The pulling sensation was agonizing, and Rachel feared the screw might actually tear into her flesh. Now he pulled her left labius to the side and began screwing it against her left thigh. Her vaginal lips were so far apart, Rachel thought a steam locomotive might fit inside.
Now Von Teich began attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them on the same way. The pain was even more acute as he screwed the rings on so tight, her nipples were each compressed. She clenched her teeth, refusing to scream. She had to survive.
Von Teich next took some cord and bound her wrists to the legs of the table, stretching her arms over her head. The cord was thin, and it cut into her flesh, letting her know, the more she struggled, the more it would hurt.
Next, he bound her ankles to her thighs with her knees straight up in the air. Then he attached a loop to one knee, ran the rope under the table and ran it around the other knee, preventing her from clamping her knees, and her thighs, together.
"Now, liebchen," he told her, as she lay there, her body distorted, pain cramping her muscles, more pain running through her nipples and labia, "we start to haff some fun, ja?"
As she watched, Von Teich undressed. What she saw astounded her. In the boxcar she had not been able to see Albert's penis at all, and Yakov's had looked much smaller than Albert's had felt. But Von Teich sported something the size of a pole she had seen outside a barber shop in her village. The only thing missing was the red and white stripes. And she realized he intended plunging that invasive organ into her. She also noticed he hadn't gagged her. A true sadist, he wanted to hear all her screams.
With his left hand, the naked Von Teich picked up his riding crop, and before Rachel realized what he was doing, he brought it down hard between her thighs, the leather thong striking her clitoris.
"Eeeeyyyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed, writhing insanely as the unexpected pain tore through her body
The crop struck a second time, but off to her left slightly, bruising the interior of her labius. Then it burned into the flesh other right labius. The pulling of the screws on her labia intensified the pain even more. Her buttocks bounced wildly on the table but tied down as she was, she was unable to move. Nor was she able to clamp her thighs together. He continued striking her tender flesh, whipping it again and again raising welts, then causing the delicate tissues to open and reveal tiny little cracks of blood.
"Ja, this is much fun," Von Teich laughed, and now began bringing his riding crop down on her soft, flat, white belly. He raised a series of red welts, many of which began bleeding, and still he continued whipping her. Rachel felt the crop flick between her thighs again, this time stinging her buttocks, whipping them unmercifully.
"Beg for mercy," Von Teich screamed. "Beg, like all the Jews. Beg! Beg! Beg! Maybe I will show you mercy."
The fires of hell raged through Rachel, but she knew begging was not what this man wanted. Too often he had seen women yielding to his wants and needs. No, this time he was aching for defiance. Even if it caused her to feel more pain now, Rachel knew it was the only thing left to save her life. Even then, the agonizing flames of pain hid tingles of delight, and each time Von Teich brought his riding crop down between her thighs, the thrill grew while the pain seemed more-and more deadened.
Rachel knew it was the rape of her body by Albert Kalascz that had made her discover this streak of hidden masochism. Had it not been for Kalascz, all her pain, all her agony would be enhanced tenfold, while she would be feeling no enjoyment at all. And she would be begging for release, and the only kind of release in this hellhole was death.
"Beg!" Von Teich screamed, now using the riding crop on the tips of her nipples, hitting them as they remained squeezed between the screw he had applied to them.
"Never!" she screamed. "I'll never beg. Go on and do your worst. You can't hurt me."
"Ach du lieber!" Von Teich screamed. "Du ist ein wunderbar kunt... you are a wonderful cunt."
He threw his naked form on top of her bleeding body as she lay on the table, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. And when his mouth found hers, he bit hard, chewing on her lips, drawing blood.
"No, no, no!" Rachel screamed. "I don't want your mouth profaning mine."
"So, you have not had enough," Von Teich said smirking. And he brought the flat of his left hand against her right cheek, then backhanded her left cheek. Rachel felt the heat of his slaps, but there was no longer pain connected with them. Now there was a wonderful heat naming through her. In her belly the fires of hell turned to licking tongues of delight.
"So Fraulein Rachel, it is your wish to be fucked like a wild woman. So be it, then. I shall make your wish to come true."
Her body squirmed and strained under his moving hands as he sank his tongue into her mouth. She had been given a breath freshener before he had arrived, and now he tasted it as he lapped at her tongue and she attempted to bite his. His tongue escaped her teeth then returned to attack every pink ridge and hollow within. Her short hair was gripped by one of his large hands, while his other hand reached beneath her and squeezed her tortured, bleeding buttocks. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded asscheeks only served to inflame the lust she felt building higher and higher.
The sounds coming from Rachel's mouth might have been screams had his tongue not been blocking the way. In fact, Von Teich wanted to believe they were screams, and kept his tongue plunged as far in as possible, for if he found they were moans of ecstasy at this point, the entire illusion would be ruined for him.
Rachel tasted his saliva in her throat, and though she wanted to regurgitate simply from the knowledge it was his sputum, the flames of licentious thrills built higher and higher. Her body knew nothing about Nazis. It did know about pain and the wonderfully erotic sensations pain brought with it. Her body wanted more agony and ecstasy, and if this German was the means for her to receive that agony and ecstasy, then by all means let him do what had to be done. Feeling his hot breath in her nostrils, Rachel thought, Yes, yes, he's going to do it, he's going to fuck me.
The pressure of the screws on her labia and nipples now made her flush with vibrant desire. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew a cock as big as the one sported by Von Teich would stretch her vaginal terminal to the limits, but the pain would make it all that much more exciting. Her orgasm would be greater than ever.
Rachel felt shocking thrills surge through her as Von Teich pushed his massive dork into her belly, grinding his hips licentiously as he moved them in a rotary motion. The heated red, uncircumcised head of his shaft was dripping hot liquid onto her belly, and it inflamed her all the more. The tears streaming from her eyes were of lust and desire as she gasped with her mouth still clogged with his tongue. Her head throbbed with wonderment as she knew the delicious fulfillment was only moments away.
"You are beautiful," Von Teich gasped, pulling his mouth from hers. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. And so far you are not a disappointment. All the others, the Jews, the so-called hot-blooded gypsies, and even the German girls are all disappointments. If you can enjoy all this as you seem to be, you are a hundred times more of a woman than all of them put together. And ja, I believe it when you say you are no Jew. No Jew can react this way They are all lumps of clay who let me use them once. Once is too much. With a one such as you, I need never use the Jews again. Let them all go to the showers and then fly up the chimney."
His mouth was all over her face, kissing her lips her cheeks, her eyelids, and her throat. And though her body reveled in all of it, the touch of the man's mouth and his hands made Rachel feel disgust. The pain he was causing her was welcome when compared to his hands and lips. He let his fingers travel over her body again and again, tweaking her bleeding nipples, using the flat of his palm to massage her outstretched clitoris, feeling the heat emanating from it where his riding crop had slammed against it again and again.
Hate filled Rachel's mind. She hated and loathed this man beyond belief. And yet, his kisses which disgusted her aroused her body, and the caresses she detested, made her physical self even hotter. What she enjoyed most was the pain. It was her punishment for allowing herself to be made love to by such a beastly individual. And she deserved every bit of the pain because her body loved all that was happening to her. She wanted this cruel, Aryan scum to enter her and fill her with his seed.
Her large, melon-shaped breasts heaved up and down as his fingers pulled on her compressed nipples. She bit at him, only to have him slap her. And he reveled in hurting her, knowing she loved the pain. Her buttocks thumped wildly on the table, her ankles straining to free themselves from the ropes that held them against her thighs. Even that pain filled her with a perverse delight.
And then he was sitting on her chest, pressing against the balloons of her tits with his asscheeks as he dangled his penis in her face, saying, "I want you should have a good look at it. I want you should see what is about to enter you and pierce your interior. Tell me, are you a virgin?"
"Do you want me to be?" she asked.
"Nein!" he snapped. "All young Jewesses here are virgins. They think their cunts are too holy to be used before they marry. When will they realize they are inferior animals, the poor fools."
Rachel stared at the huge hunk of gristle dangling above her face. She had to admit it was a prominent cock. It was truly large, so much larger than that of Albert Kalascz.
"I am not a virgin," she whispered, her heated breath covering the underside of the throbbing, pulsing, swollen penis.
Rachel stared at its whiteness. She wondered if all penises were this white. The only penis she had really seen had belonged to Yakov, and in the dimness she had been unable to decide just what its color was. She had assumed it was the same color as the rest of his body. But with Von Teich it wasn't so. True, he had fair skin. But his penis was white, an albino color. It had a multitude of blue veins winding its way through the shaft, and because of its whiteness, she was able to see every blood vessel inside. She noted the way the bright red cap, aptly resembling the helmet of a German soldier, twitched and swelled and seemingly mushroomed each time a little drop of lubricant came seeping out.
"I am pleased to hear this," Von Teich nodded. "Virgins do not know how to move. They make me do all the work, and when I do, I do not enjoy it as much. More and more I am convinced you are not Jewish."
"But I am not willingly yours, either," she snapped venomously knowing it would arouse the sadist in him again. And the masochist in her wanted him to hurt her, the more she would be able to justify the enjoyment she felt when he finally did shove his massive cock into the anxious depths of her tight pussy.
"You are a true glutton for punishment," Von Teich snapped.
"I may be yours to execute," she told him "I may even be yours to torture and rape, but there's no way on earth you will make me enjoy your touch."
Rachel was screaming at him, now, and in her mind there was a vision of the two of them coupling, joining their naked bodies in an angry, panting battle. Lying here his way, with her genitals exposed and her arms tied, there was no way for her to gain some measure of vengeance during the act of fucking. Yet to ask him to release her was tantamount to telling him to tie her tighter. She had to trick him into releasing her arms and untying her ankles.
"So the little doll dares to chastise her commandant and tell him he cannot make her enjoy his touch? This is foolish, and you know it. I have ways of arousing any kind of sensation I wish in you."
"You call yourself a man, yet you sneer bravely at me only because my hands and feet are tied."
"Ach! Sweet liebchen, you wish to be untied, is that it?"
"Don't bother. To do that means you'll have to watch out for my hands."
"And you don't believe I can overcome you? I shall undo the ropes holding you, but you are not to take off any of the screws. They are to remain on until I decide otherwise."
"Or until I wear you out and you can't tell me not to take them off. And when that time comes, I'll take them and screw them onto your penis."
"So," he laughed, untying her arms, then undoing the ropes from around her ankles. "You think you can tie screws to my penis, eh," And then he was on her, once more pressing his knees into her arms, reaching down and grabbing her short hair with both hands. "Shall I tell you what you will do first, my little non-Jewish bitch? You will take my cock into your mouth and you will suck on it until I tell you to stop. And when I tell you to stop, and only then, you will stop. None of these Jewish women know how to suck properly, anyway. I am curious to see if your mouth can suck as well as your body can endure the delightful tortures I am foisting on it. I am going to ram the entire length of my cock down your throat. And if you strangle to death, that is your problem."
"No!" Rachel gasped, remembering how foul-smelling Yakov's cock had been. "Put that monstrosity in my mouth and I'll bite it off. I'll bite it off!"
This was one of the things she hadn't bargained for. But even as she determinedly denied him, she knew full well she would do it. She would do it and pretend to relish it, if only to stay alive. She would do anything to stay alive at this point in time, no matter how depraved it seemed... no matter how obscene.
Rachel's face was wet, streaked with perspiration, but for the first time in many months it was clean perspiration. Her short brown hair was fanned out on the table under her in untidy, uneven lengths. She saw the hungry stare in the wolf-like eyes of Von Teich and knew he wanted her more than ever. Though she had no idea why, she knew she was totally different from all the other women he had ever known. She was winning, and winning was important, since losing meant losing everything; especially her life.
His knees pressed into her arm muscles as he leaned forward, taking the weight of his buttocks off her compressed nipples. His one hand twined its fingers in her hair and twisted, while his other hand tightly gripped his cock and aimed the large red, almost glowing head at her tightly closed lips. He prodded those pretty lips with the tip of his thrusting cock, and a few drops of sticky lubricant came seeping out, smearing itself on her mouth. And then the hand holding her hair tugged her head upward, letting his hard cock rub against those sweet lips.
"Open your mouth, liebchen," he commanded, his voice heavy with menace, once again glorying in the total mastery of the situation flowing wildly through him. Von Teich stared down to see his penis trembling with anticipation with its veins standing out in a lacey network just under the surface of his dead-white skin. Ja! It was a pleasure to fuck them in the mouth, Jewish or not. A woman was always in the need of being mastered, and a true mastery was making a woman suck until he said otherwise. Ja! He wanted to cram the entire length down her throat until her lips were being scrubbed by his short, curly pelvic hairs. Ach! It was always such a pleasure to fuck their mouths, first. This way they were made humble. And he would humble this one, too.
Rachel was still staring at the massive cock, seeing it with a mixture of fascination and repulsion. Her eyes were almost crossed in concentration, as her body perspired and the salt from the perspiration seeped into the many hundreds of tiny wounds created by his riding crop. Fresh surges of delicious pain charged through Rachel as her wounds stung her, reminding her it was more than a sexual thrill. But at the moment, her body was only interested in the sexual enjoyment. It totally ignored the pain, itself.
God! The German's cock was so immense, so huge, so much larger than Yakov's had been, and each time it pulsed some more of the colorless liquid seeped from the head.
"Come, come, sweet pigeon," Von Teich snapped. "You must do as you're told. Take my cock in your mouth and start sucking on it. Take all of it, every last inch, and swallow it until there is nothing left."
Rachel's mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out. To further aggravate the man at this point was to undo everything she had fought to gain. For six weeks she had lived in an inferno of nightmares. This, by comparison, even if it was with a German Nazi pig, was heaven compared to the inner agonies her mind had suffered. Mental anguish was something she was not able to endure as easily as physical pain. So even if this was a kind of nightmare, it was pleasant compared to what she had been through. Here, in this room, there was heat. Here there would be food. Here there were no lice, no women with whom to fight for a scrap of potato peel or melon rind.
Rachel's head was jerking up again, and her mouth opened wide in total submission. She knew full well he would send her to her death if she displeased him in anything. She was in an insane world, living from moment to moment, and until sanity was restored, she had to go on doing whatever was possible in order to survive.
"Ja, ja, ja," Von Teich murmured reassuringly. "Take it in those lovely little hands of yours, sweet Rachel. Feel it! Feel all the strength it has. Curl your fingers around the base and leave the head free so you can lick it."
As he spoke, one of his hands reached back, and he grabbed her tiny clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, and he began cruelly twisting it. Thinking he would have to tie a screw onto that clit the next time. He twisted harder, hearing the girl sigh with pain, and it filled him with delight to know she enjoyed the pain.
Rachel held the throbbing wang tightly in her fist, seeing more than six inches still extend from where she was grabbing it. Slowly, very slowly she brought the red mushroom to her lips and she let them slowly surround and cover the red helmet, carefully sucking it against her tongue and palate.
"Ach! Gott! Got in Himmel!" the Nazi captain gasped.
The German's fingers tightened around Rachel's clitoris as her lips compressed the head of his between them. The girl felt lightning shoot through her and sparks jump from her as the hand continued tightening, ready to pull her tiny clit from her body. But even that was not too great a sacrifice in order to survive.
The warmth and wetness of the closing mouth over his throbbing cock sent needles of shivering wonder through Herr Hauptmann Von Teich. It was more than the mere taking of his cock into her mouth that set the man on fire. It was the delight of seeing her mouth moving around the phallic prod without having to be told. She was sucking him as a hungry lion might suddenly swallow a snake, whole.
The pain of her clitoris being twisted added a new dimension of delight to the thrills coursing through Rachel's quaking body. And the great, pulsing wand pushing into her mouth didn't have the dirtiness about it that she had smelled and tasted with Yakov. It was clean and sweet and the skin-covering was as velvety soft as a kitten's ear. Rachel sighed, happy to be filling her mouth with the huge serpent of cock, and the vibration made Von Teich's prick tingle. Her lips pursed tightly around the corona, and she made sucking sounds as she licked at the underside with her tongue. Her mouth ovaled and she began taking more of the magnificent tool between her hungry lips. God! The cock tasted better than food. Now her hands moved lower and filled themselves with the German's bloated testicles. She cupped them in her palm, fondling them, hefting their weight.
"Ach du lieber, mein Gott!" the German gasped, feeling a pulling around his penile flesh he had never known before.
For the first time in his life, the thought of dealing pain was not uppermost in his mind. His hands released her hair and her clitoris, then moved down to cup her face. The sight of this delectably beautiful girl, actually sucking his hard cock with a willingness, her face wet with sweat, her cheeks stained with tears, caused strongly salacious sensations to shudder through him. He stuffed a little more of his rock-hard phallus into her oral depths, thrilling to the velvety sensation of her moving tongue, and more thrills went careening through him, shooting from his groin to his brain and back again. Gott! So far this had to be the most singularly wunderbar female he had ever known. If her cunt was as good as her mouth, then he would have finally found the woman he had been seeking. Ja! She was everything sexual a man could want. He saw the hungry look in her eyes and he knew she wasn't doing this out of fear. Nein! She was enjoying it. She was enjoying the pain he had caused, and she was enjoying his pleasure. Ach! This woman would stay with him... if... she passed one more test. If she fucked as encitlngly as she sucked.
Rachel's hands caressed the Nazi's wrinkled sac almost as if by instinct, letting her long nails graze against the underside of the wrinkled skin as strange delights continued coursing through her body. She had no name for this wonderful sensation continuing to thrill her. She even felt her own body come to life faintly as she realized she was reveling in both pain and pleasure. No, her body was already wildly alive. It was her mind that was first coming to life as she realized she had indeed found a way out for herself if she continued being careful. Playing with a German was like playing with a gun with a hair trigger. As long as one was certain where the gun was aimed, one had complete control of the situation. The more she sucked, the more she wanted to suck. She deliberately plunged her head forward, letting him know she wanted him to make good his threat by plugging every last inch of penis down her gullet.
The girl felt him ease his knees off her cramped arms as he smoothed his thumbs across her cheeks. The girl was still unable to understand why she was enjoying all this so much but she was. The weight, the heft, the bulk of the heavy penis clogging her mouth was sending shockwave after shockwave through her. Rachel suddenly realized she was feeling miniature versions of the orgasm she had enjoyed with Al Kalascz as they rocketed through her, one after the other. The mere sucking of a penis was doing this to her, because the thick wang was rubbing something in her gullet as it pushed farther and farther in. Had her circumstances not been so dire, Rachel realized she would still enjoy sucking a cock. No, no, that wasn't true. It was because of these dire circumstances she was doing this. If she was still living at home, her father would kill her if she tried anything like this.
"Ja! Ja!" Von Teich shouted, slapping her face with his hands, rhythmically hitting her cheeks hard, making them burn a bright red as her mouth continued sucking the phallic extension from between his thighs.
Rachel nodded faintly as her mouth continued pulling more of his throbbing putz between her lips. It had felt nice enough with only the plum-like head inside, letting her tongue roll over and under the massive minaret, but now she was sucking it as if it was a piece of cane sugar.
Just why Rachel wanted to continue masticating the massive organ was something she didn't quite yet understand. She did know she was enjoying it; reveling in the very perversity of it. His slapping her face continually as she sucked added zest to everything. The girl was enjoying this sodomizing of her mouth almost as much as she thrilled to the final culmination the day Al Kalascz had raped her. The pulsating length was wildly sliding in and out of her mouth, keeping time to the way Von Teich continued slapping her. The pulsating length was wildly sliding in and out of her mouth, keeping time to the way Von Teich continued slapping her. She was warming to what she was doing, no longer thinking of it as a matter of life and death, but rather as something wonderfully pleasant. Most important was the fact that her mind no longer associated the hard cock in her mouth with the man attached to it. She wasn't trying to please him so much as she was attempting to make herself happy by using that length of flesh hose. She wanted every last little inch crammed all the way into her gullet. The rubbing movement was touching nerve-endings in her throat she had no idea existed, and she was continually feeling one minor crisis after another as the penile head continued its friction.
"Ach... ja... more... more... more..." the Nazi captain yelled, continuing to slap her face. But the slaps against her cheeks, hard and stinging as they were, only enhanced the orgasmic sensations in Rachel's body. The harder he slapped her, the more pressure her mouth exerted. The stronger she sucked, the more Von Teich was thrilled.
Rachel found her mouth sucking more and more and more furiously, increasing the pressure of her lips even more around the massive phallus filling her mouth and gullet on each instroke. It crammed its way to the back of her mouth and pushed right into her pharynx not bothering to wait for the esophagus to stretch and fit around his thrusting pike. It crammed right into her tonsils and would have gone down her throat into her belly had it been long enough.
The girl's long, slender fingers continued surrounding his testicles, squeezing and pumping them now, creating new feelings for him, making him thrill all the more to the way her mouth enveloped his thrusting cock. Hr lips were like leeches, clinging so tightly at times there seemed to be no movement. Yet her tongue continued teasing the underside of the hard prick, making the Nazi captain shudder as never before. No woman had ever given his cock such loving. Most of the women choked and sputtered, and Von Teich had even strangled two gypsies with his cock, thoroughly enjoying the way they had died with their throats tightly constricting around the head of his long, fat penis
Rachel was unable to believe the way she was reacting. This was supposed to be something she had wanted over and done with, theoretically doing it simply to please the hauptmann and keep herself alive. But she realized this was something so totally and thoroughly enjoyable, it was as if she were deriving nourishment from merely sucking on the cannon-like barrel. Licentious heat was burning through her naked, whipped, beaten self, and the screws applied to her nipples made her breasts tingle with excitement.
Those holding her labial folds back caused her hot cunt to itch with the desire for that massive penis. Her feet stretched out behind the hauptmann, beating on the table in time, to the way his huge cock slid in and out of her sucking mouth. Von Teich was bent forward, his palms gripping the edge of the table as he dug his knees into the wood on either side of her head and thrust his mighty wang into her hungering throat without letup.
"Nein!" Von Teich insisted, suddenly sitting up and purposely yanking the entire length of his thrusting tool from the wet, wonderful confines of Rachel's mouth. He slid backwards, letting his throbbing cock leave a trail of lubricant down her throat and between her breasts as he saw how swollen and large her pinched nipples had become. He stopped and used the head of his cock to draw circles around her nipples, leaving trails of the colorless oil seeping there-from.
Rachel wondered how her mind allowed her to feel anything for this monster. She had accepted the fact that she would try and make him want her so much, he would keep her alive. But that she, herself, would fall into the same trap was unbelievable. Her teeth clenched with hate for herself, and still the needles of lustful pleasure continued shooting through her. It was as if all the sensuous cells in her body were sewn together in a garment of total ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh!" the girl moaned, as he reached behind and once again tweaked her clitoris.
She wanted to reject this man in her mind, but she found herself incapable of thinking of anything other than the pleasure she was receiving. The only sounds she seemed capable of making were the panting verbalizations of enjoyment caused by his cruelty to her. She thrilled to the pressure of his penile head circling her breasts, repeatedly.
And then she gasped as Von Teich leaned down and sucked her nipple, screw-attachment and all, into his mouth, biting on the bloody, swollen tip of her breast, even chewing on it. He bit down until Rachel wanted to scream, but not from pain.
The sheer thrill of his teeth chewing on her nipple sent another orgasmic thrill shooting through her. Rising waves of overpowering delight took total possession of her and she found herself enjoying another orgasm. The hot, slippery fluid gushed from her vagina onto the table as her pulled-back vaginal lips spurted droplets of blood where the screws were cutting into them. Rachel wanted to scream, feeling waves of continual orgasmic thrills shudder through her traitorous body as the man continued licking his very lubrication from her body white sucking her nipples. Her teeth chewed harder, gnawing the hard nipples until they were screaming, reverberating points of vibrating rapture. The echoes trembled through her mind and vibrated through the entire length of her body. She realized she was no longer repulsed by the idea of sucking cock, but rather wanted... ached to do so with all her being. The German's depraved mouth, sucking his own lubrication from her flesh, made it all that much more pruriently exciting.
Von Teich gathered Rachel in his arms at that moment, jamming his mouth tightly against hers, his tongue plunging deep inside and joining hers in a mad, passionate kiss. The frenzy of their lovemaking completely overtook them as their tongues darted back and forth between mouths, seeking out every hidden nook and cranny, dueling like Prussian rapiers. At last, the Nazi tore his mouth from that of the young girl, and said, "Ja! You are the woman for whom I haff been waiting all this time. Ach! We will haff wonderful times together."
Slowly, very slowly, the hauptmann inched his way down her spread, open white fleshed body, his lips trailing kisses and licks as he went, once again allowing his mouth to savor the swollen shapes of her pinched nipples, then biting her belly and chewing his way down toward her pelvis, where strands of her growing pubic hair caught in his teeth. His mouth kept moving lower until it reached the wide-open gap of her Garden of Eden. The labial screws still held her inner cuntlips peeled back, leaving lots of room for his mouth to work, and work it did. Like a lethal needle his tongue shot out and stabbed into the girl's creaming depths. Rachel, feeling the pressure of the screws on her labia, shuddered with delight as the wet, slick tongue tasted her leakage again and again. It moved over the many tiny cuts in her membraneous tissue, stretching the wounds, making them hurt. But as the pain traveled through Rachel, so did one series of orgiastic thrills after another. There was no doubt now that genital pain brought savage delight.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" the young girl gasped, feeling sensations she didn't believe existed as the wet tongue worked in and out of her seething cunt with repeated strokes. It was a totally different feeling from a cock, and every bit as enjoyable. If this was perversion, then Rachel knew she was perverse. She had no idea how long she would live, or whether or not she would survive the ordeal of this death camp, but if she did, and if she ever married, it would have to be to a man with an educated mouth, who lapped her cunt and allowed her to suck his cock. God! She had wanted to suck the cock until she had made Von Teich come, but no, the German didn't want that.
"And now, mein fraulein," Von Teich laughed. "We do what the French call the piece-de-resistance."
The man raised his head and crawled up between her thighs, once more nibbling her breasts as he did so. The sharpness of his teeth made Rachel feel another mini-climax, causing her wide-open cunt to spurt another glob of heavy lubriciousness all over the table. Some of it splattered on Von Teich's cock.
"Yes," Rachel gasped. "Oh yes, yes, fill me with it."
With a single mighty lunge, the German sank his beating, aching schlong to the hilt, straight into the wide-open, gaping maw of her seething vagina. Once past the pulled-apart inner lips, the penis had to literally force its way in, widening her tunnel, pouring in until it hit bottom, bouncing against her cervix. The weighty cock was sheathed like a hand in a custom-made calfskin glove. Her cunt was so tight around his throbbing dork, the German thought the circulation in his member would be cut off. The Nazi knew, even if she was no virgin, this girl had not been used much. That was good, too. She had been broken in just enough not to complain when he thrust his cock into her to the balls, but her cunt was so tight, there was a delicious expression of pain on her face as his prong widened her interior. She was tight, very tight, and it was like sinking his hard cock into melting butter.
"Huuuunnnhhh!" Rachel gasped, once again thinking her body had been divided into two separate, equal halves... the long way. The pressure was inconceivable inside her, and the girl thought she would surely faint with the combination of agony and wonder she felt as the enormous, solid lance of muscle and blood vessels plunged as far into her as possible with the first attack. It was as if someone had shoved a metal ramrod into her, stiffening her for a moment, and it felt so long, she wondered if she'd be sucking on the head of his hard cock as it came up through her belly.
"Ach Gott!" Von Teich gasped, and then clamped his mouth against that of the girl, his tongue plunging into her open oral tunnel, trying to touch the back part of her throat. He shuddered as Rachel's vaginal muscles clung to him for dear life. Even with her labia tugged wide open by screws Von Teich had applied, her cuntal walls squeezed tightly together, squeezing like two sheets of elastic overlapping, convulsing and crushing and contorting around the inthrust pole. She was as close to being virginal as was possible for a girl who was not a virgin. Her hot cunt was tight, almost strangling his cock as it constricted around it.
Rachel's sore, whipped buttocks rubbed against the wooden table beneath as she unconsciously attempted to back away from the penis that had been thrust into her. It stretched her far more than did the weapon of Albert Kalascz, and the pain was excruciating, at the very least. Her mind felt this was acceptable torture, and so she reveled in the pain, knowing this was the way she was being made to pay for fighting for her life with her body. She was totally pierced; nailed to the wooden table by that massive spike intruding through her vaginal causeway. The way it forced her inner walls to separate made her think she was completely divided, now. God! This experience was everything she had expected, and more. For matching each agony was a thrill beyond description, making her feel heated and aroused, building her to greater and greater heights.
Easing back a little, Von Teich flexed his hairy buttocks and sent his hard cock jerking back into her like a spring-driven blade. And as his cock stabbed into her bubbling pussy, his tongue plunged into the cavern of her tender mouth. She bubbled and gurgled with a mixture of pain and passion, arousing the wolflike animal in Von Teich all the more. Her sounds gurgled into his mouth, enhancing the sensation of power all the more. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her long nails digging into his flesh as she strained and squirmed, working her tight cunt around his hard cock in the hope of making herself a little looser. Each time she felt the massive cock retreat from the confines of her feminine oven, hot breath came roaring from her enlarged nostrils. The hugeness of his stroking penis let her feel everything against all walls at once as he continued stabbing mercilessly into her. He would pull all the way back, letting the helmeted red glans rest in the widely stretched opening of her vagina, then he would throw all his strength into a lunge and once again bury himself inside her, filling her more completely than even she had dreamed possible. He continued lancing his meat in again and again, setting a beat which she soon picked up. Verdammt! The girl was so wonderfully tight and clasping. In and out he probed through her membranes, his balls churning and ready to boil over with the seething sperm they contained. Though he had fucked five other females in the past five days, the nearness of this particular girl made him understand he was all set to unload a tremendous amount of semen. Ja! She was special. She was very special. Her mouth, her cunt-and he was willing to bet even her ass-was special. Ach! This was one he intended keeping as long as she remained this good.
Rachel was aware of his hands gripping her burning buttocks. He was pulling her buttocks up, levering her body higher so he could stroke into her more fiercely, much the way Al Kalascz had done in the cattle car. But in an atmosphere with light, where she was able to see and admire his naked body, where her own body was finally clean and his was scented with cologne, it was all so much better. His hard cock was diving even deeper into the heated vacuum of her sucking channel. Because her buttocks were lifted higher in the air, Rachel dug her elbows into the wooden table and her thighs wrapped themselves around him, tugging his throbbing meat even deeper into her seething quim.
"Uhhhh... yesss... yesss... yesss..." Rachel hissed. "Fuck me, keep fucking me. I love it... oooooh..."
"Huuuhhhh... hhhuuuhhhh... hhhhuuuuhhhh..." he gasped with each stroke, still not quite able to believe his good fortune, that after all these years he had finally found a female whose masochistic lusts allowed him to practice the full extent of his sadism. And the more he hurt her, the more she loved him for it. Ja! He was indeed fortunate to find such a female.
Rachel" gasped as he lowered her buttocks, then placed his palms on either side of her head and rose on his toes, slamming into her with all the power in his body. She thrilled to the building pressure as he mightily screwed his pulsating, throbbing, pounding, blood-bloated cock into her glorious funnel, making her whimper and gasp, with murmurs of pleasure.
"Hold me," Rachel begged. "Hold me so tight my bones crack under your manly grip. Squeeze me, wonderful man."
Totally filled with every millimeter of the German's penis, the girl felt the wonderful twingeing in her loins, letting her know her orgasm was very, very near. Her hip's began a wild rotation as she received him again and again.
The Nazi lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he nailed her his spear into the sucking center of Rachel's flooded cunt. Her hot, cuntal tunnel bathed his cock with it's lambent, flickering heat as the blood-swollen head beat against her cervical opening again and again. He flexed his phallus repeatedly, making it swell and bloat as he nailed the cudgel into her with consistent thrusts.
Rachel struggled to climb the long pole again and again, straining to meet the pounding of his flesh into her. Her loins lifted to his driving plunges, and her thighs tightened around his waist until he thought his bones were starting to crack. Her movement forced him to ram home into her with flesh-splitting force, filling the mouth of her cunt with the meat of his cock.
"Going to cum," she gasped. "I can feel it. I'm going to cum."
"Gutt, mein liebchen," he smiled, realizing total victory in having the girl come because of the way he was hurting her as well as fucking her.
"YYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! HHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH... AAARRRGGGHHH..." she bellowed, and thrust her tightened pussy against his pelvis, slamming his body with violent blows, making him thrill all the more. Never, in all his life, had he affected any woman this way. The mere fact that Rachel was so affected by him enhanced the sensations in his own body, and as her legs locked tightly around him, her hips writhing in a mad dance of joy, the hauptmann's huge load rocketed into the girl's straining flesh, charging down the narrow tunnel in a mad, frenzied dash as the come-juice bubbled from his balls and spewed into her in never-ending bursts.
Herr Hauptmann Von Teich had always come silently, before, never wanting to give the useless women he was with the satisfaction of knowing their vaginas had caused him to attain satisfaction of a sort. But this time it was different. This fraulein made him feel good, very good.
"GOTTERRRR DAMMMMERRRRUUUUNNNNGGGG!!!" he bellowed and began thrusting his body all the harder into hers, wanting to enjoy every last second before his penis lost its stiffness. The Nazi felt as if his cock was being milked of his entire life essence.
Still heaving and gasping, Rachel saw whirling stars explode in her head, bursting in the darkest part of her brain. Convulsions shook them repeatedly as they clung to one another, continually spasming. Little by little the white rain he was pouring into her lessened, until with what sounded like a sigh, his soft cock, spit one last fitful drop into her, then sighed its way out as the two continued clinging to one another, afraid the world would come to an end if they let go.