Chapter 4

Von Teich insisted Rachel move into his quarters with him. He promised her he would marry her when the fatherland won its final glorious victory, even though Germany was losing ground on all fronts. The Nazi captain was completely enamored by Rachel and her ability to more than merely stand pain. She actually gloried in it, and this pleased him, for he had enough of seeing people fight and scream and attempt to deny pain when he tortured them. It was a pleasure to see Rachel glory in the agony he caused her. As a result, he also gloried in pain when she did little torturous things to him.

Rachel hated Von Teich. When they were in bed together, she closed her mind to the beast he was, knowing what she was doing was her only means of survival. Too, she gloried in the agony she felt, accepting it as just punishment for enjoying sex at a time when thousands of people each day were marched to their doom, many as a result of direct orders from Von Teich. She never went out, not wanting to look at the gloom pervading the atmosphere of Auschwitz. It always rained ashes, and Rachel didn't want her flesh touched by any of it. The thought of seeing the helpless Jews terrified her. She knew they all thought of her as a traitor, sleeping with the man who might just as easily have butchered her along with all the others. He might well have been responsible for the deaths of her parents. Rachel knew she didn't dare ask after them. To Von Teich, family ties were a sign of weakness, and weakness was something he tolerated in no one. But Rachel also knew the other women were also envious of her, and any of them would have offered their souls to be in her place. Survival! That was the key to everything.

Von Teich's aide, Corporal Howard Brandt, lusted after Rachel, and the young girl knew it. He never said a word to her, nor did he attempt to wink at her or smile at her, but the girl saw the hungry look on his face each time he looked at her. Every now and again Brandt assuaged his hunger with some eight or nine-year-old who had just come into the camp and who was scheduled for immediate termination. Brandt would always promise them good things to make the little girls please him, but once he finished with them, he threw them into the gas chambers with all the others.

Rachel was disgusted with Brandt. He had dark skin and black hair that was combed in the style of Hitler. Brandt was even shorter than Von Teich, standing at five-feet-four inches in height. He was the man Von Teich used to apply all the instruments of torture to the various Jews.

It was exactly one week since Rachel had become Von Teich's mistress, and Von Teich had received orders requiring him to leave camp for the next forty-eight hours. Rachel wanted to go with him, but Von Teich told her the orders were for him to come alone. She would be able to stay inside his quarters in comfort. Von Teich insisted Brandt see to her every comfort. Brandt merely nodded. He never smiled, not even when torturing his victims. Brandt didn't know how to smile.

When the captain was gone, Brandt came into Von Teich's quarters and nodded to Rachel.

"For the next forty-eight hours, you are mine, fraulein," he told her. "If one word of what passes between us reaches Hauptmann Von Teich, I will see to it you are hanged in front of all the other women. They will cheer to see your body dangling at the end of a rope and will not hesitate to tear out your liver and cook it so they can eat it."

"What makes you so certain Von Teich won't believe me if I tell him you raped me?" Rachel asked, despising the man more and more.

"Fraulein, fraulein, you are foolish. Von Teich will believe me if only because I am a German and you are not."

Rachel had no idea whether or not Brandt was telling the truth, but she knew she didn't want to risk it. Survival, that was the key to everything, and if keeping Brandt happy for twenty-four or forty-eight hours was the only way for her to survive, she would do so. She knew Brandt might have her hanged before Von Teich returned, and there would be no way for her to tell the captain her side of the story.

"Very well," she told him. "What is it you want from me?"

"Your body," Brandt insisted. "I want your cunt, your mouth, and 1 even want your asshole. And if you hold back, if you stint, believe me fraulein, I will know it. And I will have you terminated."

"I understand," Rachel nodded.

"You are in charge, Kaporal Brandt," Rachel agreed. "What is it you want me to do?"

"There must be no new marks." Brandt told her. "If there were, Von Teich would see them immediately. He has a sensitive penis, as well, so I cannot tear out the tissues in your vagina. But I haff ideas which I think will work. To begin with, I want you totally naked. So undress!"

The last was a biting command, and Rachel knew better than to disobey. All Nazis, from the highest to the lowest, believed they had the right to command anyone not in a Nazi uniform. And so Rachel took off what she was wearing.

Brandt approached her and for the first time she saw the coiled rope he was carrying. He tied her right wrist with one end, then threw the rope over a beam above supporting the ceiling, and pulled hard, making Rachel stretch. Then he tied the dangling end of the rope to her left wrist, forcing her to stand on her toes. From a briefcase he had brought with him, Brandt took another coil of rope and proceeded to do the same thing to Rachel's ankles, so her entire weight was supported by ropes hanging from the beam overhead. Rachel felt strong pain as the ropes cut into her flesh. Her weight, pulling down on the ropes, made everything hurt even more. And since this was a non-genital pain. Rachel found no pleasure in it. Both wrists and ankles were bitten into deeply by the rope, but it was thick rope, designed not to leave anything beyond rope burns, and Brandt knew the burns would be gone in less than a day.

Rachel was able to look forward over her peaking breasts, between her thighs which were spread wide apart. She watched Brandt undress, and it took a certain amount of willpower not to laugh at the puny penis he was sporting. It was already erect, with a pinkish head and a brown stem, looking like a sick toadstool.

Going back to the briefcase, Brandt took out what looked like a penis.

"Haff you ever seen a dildo, fraulein?" he asked. "It is made to look like a man's penis, and is used either by women to imitate what men do, or by men like myself, who are not quite as strikingly built as Hauptmann Von Teich. Please to notice as I squeeze the bulb attached to the dildo, it does strange things. For instance, a part of it swells and enlarges, creating what appears to be little bumps. The bumps apply pressure inside you, straining your tissues without actually tearing into them. And, if I fill the dildo with water first, your entire vaginal area, or your anal area, is bloated with water."

"You'll flood the entire floor," Rachel gasped.

"Not so," Brandt told her. "Please to notice the little collar at the end of the dildo... the end near me as I would wear it," he told her. "It is designed to hermetically seal your vagina so the water inside continues swelling and enlarging your hole. If I were to use an entire dildo filled with water, the pressure would eventually crack your pelvis and tear your flesh to pieces. But since you are Von Teich's favorite, I cannot do that. So I will have to settle for enjoying myself by inflicting pain through water pressure."

As Rachel watched, Brandt filled the dildo half-full with ice water. But instead of wrapping it around his waist, he set it aside for the moment.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trembling, feeling the thick ropes burn her wrists even more.

"I am preparing your vagina for entry," Brandt told her.

Her body was level with his chest, and he had to lower his mouth to her cunt. Rachel, terrified, was dry inside, but the moment his licking tongue lanced itself into her hole, she began to respond. Her body automatically reacted, even when her mind tried to tell herself not to respond. The tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her, working against the upper wall of her vagina, never once flicking out to touch her clitoris, which was aching for pleasure. Brandt was fully aware her clitoris wanted to feel his oral organ, and he purposely withheld his tongue. But he did use the lingual extension to deposit saliva into her feminine tunnel, moistening it more and more until it was sodden.

"Excellent," Brandt nodded, and without warning, grabbed the artificial penis and forced it into her tight quim. The dildo was even thicker than Von Teich, and as a result, began immediately stretching the young girl's cunt again. It slammed past the furled lips of her pouting pussy, and like one of the wooden light poles outside, it felt almost splintery. The length of it butted and bored into her precious socket of femininity, and Rachel saw the look of glee on the corporal's face as her own countenance exhibited total discomfort. Stark terror filled the girl as she realized Brandt's pleasures were not sexual, but derived from the causing of agony.

Though he never smiled, he thrilled to the idea of hurting people. Unlike Von Teich and most of the Nazis, Brandt didn't have to be taught Aryan superiority or sadism. To him, there was no such thing as a superior being. All beings were inferior, and he happened to be in what he felt was a fortunate position where he was able to take advantage of his inner lust to deal out pain. Had he lived in peacetime, he would have eventually succumbed to his need to torture, and would have eventually been hunted down and killed like the mad dog he was.

Rachel felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared into the glassy eyes of this fiend. There was no happiness on his face as he made certain she was crammed more full of dildo than she had ever been filled with cock. Her tight little inner pussy was severely stretched, the membranes all but fighting not to tear.

"Now, dear fraulein, you will find out what this is all about," Brandt said to her as she hung there with her buttocks dangling to the height of his pelvis, and her vagina angled upward because of the pull of the ropes on her wrists and ankles as she swayed from side to side. "Until now, you and Hauptmann Von Teich have indulged in a little love play, ja? The pains and the agonies you felt were delightful in that the more pain you felt, the more inner satisfaction you received. You are a true masochist, and in time, you will learn to love my tortures, as well. But Hauptmann Von Teich doesn't haff my imagination. Now you will find out the true meaning of torture... and yet, not one part of your body will be marked."

"What kind of a person are you?" Rachel asked. "Surely you know you are doomed."

"The entire third Reich is doomed," Brandt replied. "I have known this for some time. Does it matter if I die today or a year from today? But for as long as I live, I will enjoy life as I see fit. And my greatest pleasure is the causing of pain. What makes it especially good with you is that you will live afterward, and you will see me in your dreams, and you will hate me. but there is nothing you will be able to do about it."

Rachel sagged, hanging by her wrists and ankles, unable to reply to what she knew was an obvious maniac. She needed all her strength and determination to keep from blacking out as the skewering artificial penis plunged deeper and deeper into her tight throbbing channel. She was being all but torn apart as the dildo stretched her beyond belief. The artificial wang was nearly twice as thick as that of Von Teich's cock. Now her body was a toy to be played with and bulldozed as she dangled from the ropes suspending her from the beam, above. And that was what Brandt was doing.

When the heavy dildo was all the way in, Rachel felt suction surrounding her vaginal lips, and she realized the cup at the base of the dildo had attached itself to her, preventing air from touching her vagina, and keeping anything inside her from escaping.

"We begin," Brandt said, his eyes glittering with anxiety, and he began to slowly squeeze the dangling bulb.

"Eeeeyyyaaaggghhh!!!" Rachel screamed, as frigid water began seeping into her heated interior. The icy fluid splashed all around inside her, washing her down, making her writhe in agony as her membranes, stretched by the breadth of the dildo, attempted to contract when the icy water splashed through her. But the thickness of the dildo prevented her tissues from tightening, and they stretched all the more in their attempts to tighten. Agony rode through every fiber of the girl's shuddering being as her mouth remained wide open and she screamed again and again.

"Ja, ja, ja!" Brandt nodded, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared at the way the young girl writhed, frenetically trying to escape the cold as more and more water flooded into her, filling her vagina and womb to capacity. Brandt had estimated the amount of water correctly, and though it made her interior swell, and Rachel felt a combination of torture and bitter cold mingling with the heavy pressure in her womb, the pressure did not increase. At least it didn't increase for the moment. As the water was heated up by her inner body temperature, the heat would make it expand and her discomfort would become greater. The pressure was causing a fantastic amount of pain, and Rachel felt the urge to force the water out of her. But the suction cup, holding itself securely in place, prevented the water from escaping. Every last little part of her interior was filled to overflowing, but the water was unable to overflow, save to back up further into her, making her writhe and swing from side-to-side.

And then Howard Brandt was stepping between her widespread legs, moving closer to the Juncture between her thighs with the dildo clamped into it. Her aching vagina was tilted at such an angle, it would have been impossible for him to plunge his penis into her from that angle. But Howard Brandt was not interested in her vagina. In his hand was another device. It was the opposite of the screwing clamps Von Teich had applied to her nipples and cuntlips. This device was placed between her shuddering asscheeks as she continued whimpering and gasping with agony. And as he turned a small knob, Rachel felt pressure in her asscrack. pushing her cheeks apart. The more Brandt turned, the farther apart her asscheeks were forced. The device itself had been artfully placed directly below her asshole, so when her cheeks were forced open, the prune-like pucker of her brownie was completely revealed.

"Now," he told her, "I am about to derive my own pleasure. I often do this to the Jewesses, and many of them stand much more water pressure as well as the stretching of their asscheeks before their bodies finally tear apart. I especially enjoy doing it with the young ones, the eight, nine, and ten-year-olds. Their assholes are so small, my penis causes them excruciating pain when I thrust it inside."

Rachel gasped, realizing he intended plundering her rectum with his penis. She was certain her interior would never stand the strain. But she also knew begging for mercy would have no effect on Brandt. A true sadist, the man would only revel when she pleaded. She struggled, unable to help herself, and her body swung from side-to-side, but Brandt's being between her thighs prevented her from moving from the fulcrum, down. One of his hands yanked at her pubic hair, tearing it out, causing even more pain, and then she felt the brutal force of his throbbing masculinity pressed between her widespread cheeks, seeking the tight, budlike entrance to her rectum.

"Aha!" Brandt shouted. "I haff found it."

With a heaving sigh as he located his bullseye, Brandt rammed his penis forward, shoving the monstrously short, thin poker at the pulled-apart sphincter.

"Yiiiiii!" Rachel screamed, wriggling even more furiously, turning, twisting, trying to pull free of the heavy ropes inflaming her wrists and ankles. The pain was becoming unbearable all over. His hands held her dangling buttocks, preventing them from moving anymore, and he pushed forward, shoving slowly but persistently, and more pressure was added to the freezing water pushing against her vaginal canal and womb. White-hot flashes of agonizing pain brought tears coursing down Rachel's cheeks as scream after scream came tearing out of her throat.

Brandt, who had left his briefcase nearby, reached out while his penis was only halfway into her rectum and he pulled out a small bit of heavy rubber tubing. He tied it around her right breast, cutting off the blood supply, but forcing what blood there was in her breast into her nipple, making it rigid. He took another piece of tubing and did the same thing with her left breast. Both nipples swelled, filled with blood, turning from soft pink to ruby-red. Then Brandt took out a small series of wires bound together, and he used the very points of the wires to flick at Rachel's nipples, sending a new kind of pain shooting through her as the sharp pointy stung like wasps.

"You haff a tight asshole," Brandt told her, trying to thrust his skinny wang deeper. "Ja! I will wager it is a virgin asshole. I am doing Von Tsich a favor, widening it for him. When I am finished with you, no part of your body will still be tightly closed."

Rachel sobbed and gasped, feeling heated pleasure starting to burn through her body despite the coldness of the water bloating her vaginal well. But she tried to close the pleasure out of her, thinking it was time she stopped enjoying such monstrous happenings. Red and black stars of bright light exploded in her head as she tried to convince herself she was still a captive, subject to the whims of one of the most vile animals alive. He was using her as if she were some kind of fucking machine, plugging up all her lower orifices at once.

Brandt squirmed closer to her groin, using his narrow, hairy hips to force her thighs farther and farther apart, using his hand underneath her asscheeks to hold her closer and closer to his groin, lifting her the littlest bit so he was able to aim his cock a little better. He leaned forward, pressing down on the suctioned-in dildo, forcing it even deeper into her body as his mouth lowered itself on her left nipple, where his razor-like teeth began biting and chewing, hard. And he was forcing his skinny little wang even deeper into her rectum. Despite the pressure against her womb because of the water inside her, the pain of his teeth only enhanced the lustful heat she was feeling building up inside her as one fiery thrill after another began shooting through her like proton torpedoes. The girl whimpered and gasped as she realized the lustful sensations within were mounting higher and higher. He brushed her clit with the wires.

Brandt had achieved total penetration into her flaming rectal orifice, and she heard the slapping of his small testicles against the base of her spine. He was pounding in and out of the tight anal constriction with no regard whatsoever to any damage he might be causing in her body. The pressures in her womb and vagina were mounting as the water began warming up inside her. Brandt's hairy thighs whacked against her smooth ones as the brutal cock continued its burning ravishment of her delicate anus. And the wire tips stung her sensitive clitoris.

It hurt. Rachel felt the agony. But with the hurt was delectable, thrilling sensation. The excitement was building in Rachel and her basic fear at this point was the power of her orgasm forcing her vagina to contract around the water, which made her entire body explode.

"Ja, ja!" Brandt gasped, ecstatic noises and grunts coming from his mouth. "Ach! Gutt! Gutt! You are almost as tight as those young girls I haff fucked."

Rachel was sobbing and gasping, but not with pain. All the hurt merely enhanced the feelings inside her all the more. Her vagina was throbbing as the pressure within continued building, but the agony was causing her to feel sweet, wonderful thrills shooting through her. Her anus began tightening on the invading shaft, and she raised her hips and bumped against the cock in the hope of forcing it even more deeply into her.

"Ja!" Brandt shouted. "Use those hips. Ach! I can see you love what I am doing to you. You are every bit the masochist I believed you to be. I can feel the way your asshole is tightening on my cock. You love it. Say it!" And he dropped the wires.

"I love it," Rachel gasped, partly out of fear of the man, but mostly because it was the truth. She loved the pain as much as the pleasure. Pain was a part of sex as far as she was concerned. Without a bit of torture to which she was fast becoming accustomed, the young girl knew she would never enjoy sex.

Brandt. stabbed into her rectum more viciously than ever, pounding violently into the tight clutch of anal tissue. Rachel writhed all the more violently, swaying her body from side to side, ignoring the painful pull of the ropes around her wrists. Repeatedly the cock was plunged into her anal tunnel, feeling like a painful red-hot iron, making her swing from side-to-side, her thighs trying to cling to Brandt's hips. And then Brandt pressed a little switch on the underside of the dildo, and it began vibrating inside her vagina, making the water bubble and churn as if her vagina held a whirlpool. The pain was becoming more and more acute, but so was the thrilling buildup toward her orgasm. This time there was no series of small, minor climaxes. This time it was all building up to one big blowoff. Her vagina was adding to the quantity of fluid trapped within by manufacturing lubricant. Since it was unable to ooze out of her, the slippery liquid simply mixed with the warming water already inside her.

Fingers squeezed her rectum even harder, and Brandt was gasping as he continued plunging into her.

"I should kill you," he gasped. "You are killing me, and I should kill you. But that would be too easy that way, dead, you would experience no more of the horrors of this camp. Believe me, the worst is yet to come. I know things very few others know. Everyone here is slated for total extermination, but we are almost out of gas and there is no more coming. The allies are moving closer and closer. Nein! I will let you live to see all the horrible atrocities yet to be committed."

Gasping, wheezing, Brandt plunged, his throbbing prick ever deeper into the girl's rectum. His hands continued playing with her enlarged nipples, squeezing them making them hurt even more, while the vibrating dildo suctioned into her cunt continued building the impossible pressure even higher. Soon she would come... if she didn't burst. The horrible agonies matched the building delights, and her mind was unable to distinguish between lascivious thrills and agonizing pain. Her arms twisted again and again, causing the thick rope around her wrist to bite into her flesh. The pain was too much to bear, yet it wasn't enough.

Brandt pumped faster and faster, and Rachel suddenly felt a searing sensation shoot through her rectum. It was so powerful, she was unable to control herself.

"GGGGAAAANNNGGGGHHHHH!!!"

She was coming. She was having an anal orgasm, and it was no less powerful than the vaginal climaxes she had enjoyed or even the oral crisis that had thrilled her. Her entire body was a single orgasmic unit, capable of attaining satisfaction no matter where it was entered, provided the right nerve-endings were massaged for a long-enough period of time.

Still stroking into her ass, Brandt gasped, "I see you haff climaxed. Ja! This confirms once and for all my feelings about your masochism. So now, it is my turn. But not in your ass. Nein!"

He tugged his throbbing prick from her anal chamber, slid from between her legs, then came up on her right side until his cock was even with her face. Then he grabbed her by the hair, pulling hard, making her gasp, as he said, "The urge to suck is a natural instinct. We are born with it. So now you will start to suck my cock which I haff just taken from your ass. You love to suck, don't you."

Rachel wanted to shake her head and deny it, but she was still enjoying the effects of her orgasm. She was unable to move her head in denial as it hung down and back. Brandt, who had been standing at her right side, now moved around behind her, and she was able to see the piddling penis upside down as her head hung back. She found her mouth watering, aching to taste it, though she was unable to understand this urge of hers. Here her womb pressed against her bladder, and she was certain her body would explode at any moment, yet she had to suck that cock. She had no reasonable explanation for her feelings, but she knew she had to do it. The small spike smacked her face. First one cheek then the other. It hit her again and again, and the mucous-like ointment dripping from it washed her cheeks and nose as well as her chin. Rachel wondered just how sick she was.

"Come now, little bitch," Brandt told her. "I vant for you to taste my cock. Though I do not care whether or not you wish to put it in your mouth, somehow I haff the feeling that is precisely what you want, as well. The other women never want to do it, and I haff to start cutting off their tits before they finally open their mouths. But with you it will be different. I can see this. You will suck my cock, not merely because you are afraid of me, but because you wish to do it, even though it has already been deep in your ass."

The girl opened her mouth wide. Her tongue leaped out and came into contact with the rounded knob of small length. It was hot and slippery, and tasted rank, yet it was part of a man, and because of that, the young girl was hungry for it. She wanted to suck it, to eat it, to swallow it down her throat though she knew the last was impossible. It, the cock, was much too short. Rachel shivered, thrilling to the throb of raw lust emanating from it. A gulp came from deep down in her throat as her body felt the heated water and lubricant in her cunt continuing to expand and build even more pressure within. He moved his body closer, letting her suck in more of the tiny penis, and she licked away at his sweaty, doughy balls as the cock rubbed against her chin and throat, leaving a residue of lubrication there, as well. The hairs matting his scrotum were almost as thick as the hedge on his pubis, and she was able to smell the strong, powerful, sweaty stench coming from them. Her tongue bathed the tiny spheroid objects in the leathery sac of his balls, circling the base of the tiny tower of shuddering prick before working its way back up to the red. oil-soaked tip.

Brandt snarled, saying, "You do enjoy this, you bitch. You love to be degraded. Where other people feel ashamed and terrible, you enjoy what is happening to you."

He cupped her cheeks between both palms, tilting her head back even more as he poked his tiny wang ever deeper down her throat. The girl sucked avidly pulling on the penile point with her lips. Smelly as the throbbing wang was, Rachel wanted to suck every last little bit of it into her mouth. The orgasm she had enjoyed when Brandt had fucked her ass was wearing off, and the sensations she was feeling were overpowering. She wished the penis were larger, but was content, for the moment. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes rolled wildly, basically because of the continually mounting pressure still building in her womb and vagina. Rachel's cheeks were sucked in, and her eyes, staring upside-down at Brandt's groin, rolled wildly in her head as she felt the skinny pole scrape her palate and throb against her tongue. The hard sponginess of the slender wang had a sickly sweet taste to it overlaid with the natural musk being emitted from his groin. The smell this close was almost vomitous.

And the girl sucked wildly, feeling the strangest thrill. There was something about the shape of a penis, long or short, fat or thin, broad or narrow, that was absolutely wonderful. She was unable to help herself as her lips pulled on the hard prick much like that of a calf tugging at its mother's udder.

The pressure in her womb was building to the point where Rachel knew her flesh would shortly burst. Her entire body trembled and shook with horror and delight, feeling thrilled at the knowledge that even this horrible man was able to do with her as he wished. It added a zest to everything. He was a total, unthinking animal at this point, thrusting his penis back and forth in her mouth, slamming it in with all his energy. The pounding made her aware the viselike screws holding her asscheeks apart were still in place, causing more and more pain as they dug into her assflesh. She was hurting all over, but the more pain she felt, the more desire she felt. The idea that she either gave Brandt what he wanted, or she died, seemed to titillate her rather than frighten her.

"Ja! Ja! Ja!" Brandt shouted. "Suck! Suck with that filthy whore mouth of yours."

And she sucked. She sucked with all the strength in her tongue and lips, pulling, gripping, even chewing enhancing the sensations building inside Brandt. The corporal grunted and shuddered as he moved his pulsing penis back and forth between her lips, thrilling to the way her tongue made him wriggle. Sometimes he would plunge in as far as possible, and Rachel would hope to feel the head press into her gullet and touch the nerve-endings within, thereby making her reach another orgasmic peak. At other times, he pushed his penis only half-way in, letting her tongue wrap itself around the head and hold onto it for a brief instant before allowing it to once again retreat.

A feeling of total excitement gripped Rachel. She ached to literally bite off the tiny stiffness protruding from between Brandt's thighs, and then chew it all up and swallow it. All her willpower went into preventing her from biting down hard.

Brandt began swearing in German in a guttural monotone, his precise voice taut with licentious delight as he plunged his tiny shaft repeatedly in and out of the girl's mouth. He stared at her chin and her neck as her head dangled upside-down, and had to admit he loved seeing a woman suck him while in this position. He was able to see her throat wiggle as she swallowed the sticky juices his penis emitted, and he enjoyed watching her breasts bulge because of the way the tubing cut off her blood circulation. Realizing Von Teich might come to think something was wrong if he found his mistress with bloodless paps dangling from her body, Brandt leaned forward and down and reluctantly removed the tubing, letting the blood circulate normally in her tits.

Rachel felt the fuzzy, stinging sensation in her breasts as blood flowed through the vessels in them, waking up feeling in her nipples again, Brandt's fingers were squeezing, rubbing, and tugging her nipples, increasing the circulation, and the fuzziness in her boobs turned to pain. Blood flowing into the previously constricted flesh was agonizing for the moment. But the color of her breasts below her aureoles, where circulation had been cut off, which had been about to turn from white to blue, now slowly had a purpling, then a reddening as the blood once again flowed into her. But it was painful, very painful, and the girl cried and whimpered with the agony, because this kind of pain did nothing to enhance her sexual feelings. Even so, her lips remained tightly clamped around Brandt's penis, automatically sucking and pulling with all her oral labial strength.

Rachel realized Brandt was somewhat afraid of killing her. It was a known fact in the camp that Von Teich had never before found anyone to satisfy him so completely. It wasn't that he cared about Rachel as a person. Nor was he falling in love with her since a Nazi was incapable of falling in love. But she was his, Von Teich's, personal possession; and even if she was merely a prisoner, eventually doomed for extermination, she gave Von Teich so much pleasure, that should he discover Brandt, or anyone else robbing him of his possession, he would fly into a maniacal rage and do worse things to whomever robbed him of Rachel than was being done to the prisoners.

In and out, in and out the penis continued sawing through her lips as circulation continued returning to her breasts and the pain began slowly lessening. As It lessened, fiery pinpricks of eroticism, already floating through much of Rachel's body, began shooting into her breasts, and her nipples stood up more proudly than ever. The fire in her breasts circulated through the rest of her, reaching into her mouth, setting it on fire, as well. Her fists opened and closed with the ropes still tightly bound about her wrists, and she swayed from side-to-side as she continued sucking Brandt's puny cock. Her nose wrinkled at the stinking odor coming from his hairy body, but Brandt continued cramming his cock in and out of her mouth.. His thighs were on either side of her face now as he pushed his throbbing schvonce deeper into her mouth, letting her upper lip and palate massage his scrotum as well. Now, with his balls shoving into her mouth, the point of his throbbing dick was barely able to reach into her gullet, just managing to touch the nerve-endings in her esophagus, enhancing the tingling delight that much more for Rachel. Yes, yes, she was going to have another orgasm, this one emanating from her gullet, if only Brandt continued sinking his prick and balls into her mouth.

Brandt had hoped to strangle her a little with his cock-head, little realizing how much the girl thrived on feeling a penile point achieve such depth. So he slammed in again and again, trying to reach ever deeper into her hungering throat with his puny length, and succeeding because he now had all his scrotum jammed into Rachel's mouth, feeling her tongue and palate wash over the hairy, wrinkly flesh.

Rachel thrilled to have all his balls in her mouth. It was a new, distinct enjoyment as her tongue licked the hairy, prune-like flesh again and again, and then her lips completely closed around the shuddering little sac, pulling his tiny, skinny cock into the seething back of her gullet. She ached to gag on it, but the penis wasn't thick enough. Yet it did manage to massage those important nerve-endings in her pharynx.

Sharp, guttural explosive sounds were coming from Brandt. At first, Rachel didn't hear them, what with the way his thighs were tightly clamped around her ears. Too, the blood had rushed to her head, and all she heard was a loud roaring. Brandt pushed his groin relentlessly lower, even though he was forcing Rachel's head so far back, her neck threatened to snap. His thick, wiry pubic hair brushed her chin and throat and lower lip, tickling, teasing, and stifling her as his own perineum crammed itself against her nose.

"AAAAACCCCHHH... HHHHHUUUURRRRGGG-HHHHH!!!" Brandt screamed and Rachel tasted the thin gruel he ejaculated from his throbbing penis. Gouts and gouts of the thin liquid flooded her throat, pouring into her belly as she swallowed hurriedly. She even choked, there was so much fluid, and had she been able, she would have turned her head away. But Brandt's thighs had a firm grip on her cheeks and temples, and continued keeping her face in its position as he pushed his penis into her throat one more time before it began shrinking. But that one time was enough, and Rachel screamed, "YYYAARRRGGGHHH... GGGAAAAGGGGHHHH..." with her mouth blocked and her throat crammed full of vibrating testicle meat. The pressure in her mouth began decreasing as the already tiny phallus shrunk that much more, shriveling to near-nothingness.

When Rachel attempted to tug her head back and let his balls fall from her mouth, Brandt pressed a thumb on her throat, and said, "Nein, fraulein, nein!" And even though his penis did slide out of her mouth, ropey blasts of thin semen were sprayed all over Rachel's face, inflaming her, making her shudder and shiver as she ached to swallow the fluid, feeling it splash on her neck, throat, and cheeks.

"Now," Brandt ordered, "use the tongue to clean my groin. Lick until there is no residue left."

White, thin semen covered the head of his red-pointed cock, and droplets even fell into Rachel's hair as well as on her forehead. One drop barely missed falling into her left eye.

Rachel did as she was told, extending her tongue and licking everywhere, completely cleaning his groin, penis, and balls.

"Excellent!" Brandt muttered, stepping away from her, going around to her vagina, and placing a bucket under her. Then he released the dildo, and all the heavy water and lubrication threatening to burst her body came rushing out and falling into the bucket.

Eventually, Brandt undid the girl's buttocks, wrists and ankles, and as she nakedly lay on the bed, exhausted, he slowly dressed and staggered out of the room, carrying the bucket. Rachel fell asleep.

Some hours later, when she awoke and dressed, she learned from another guard that Corporal Howard Brandt had suddenly died of a heart attack. Knowing she was responsible for it made Rachel feel good, very good.