Chapter 6

"So," Bobbi Kappelmann said, walking around the naked Rachel who had been once again bathed and cleansed, and then brought to the female commandant's quarters. They were the same quarters Von Teich had occupied. "You haff learned what will happen to you if I am not obeyed instantly, ja?"

"Yeah," Rachel nodded glumly, looking at the young woman. She realized Bobbi could not be that much older than herself.

The female commandant was wearing a brown satin robe, and nothing else. Rachel saw the robe was more than a little open, and Bobbi had small, but firm, pink-nippled breasts that stood out and up. Her pubic hair had been shaven, revealing the pouting pink lips of her already leaking pussy.

"My pleasures," Bobbi told her, "will sometimes be derived from the enjoyment of your body. At other times they will be derived from watching you with a man. But at the moment, I want you to watch what will happen to you if you do not do as I tell you. Gasoline and death are much too easy. Come with me."

The two women walked into the next room, and there, lying on a couch, was a young girl with auburn hair. She couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen, herself. Her body was still full and round, which meant she had only recently arrived at Auschwitz.

"Rachel," Bobbi said, pointing at the girl, "that is Devorah, of Devvi, as the people with her called her. She is a defiant Jewess who has dared me to do my worst, thinking to meet the simple release of death."

Rachel stared at the girl called Devvi; Her body was still somewhat healthy, with a pink tinge to it. Her breasts were full and the lips of her soft cunt were full and pouting. She had thick calves and trim ankles, and would have been a prize for any man to try and win. But Devvi wasn't going to be won by a suitor in the usual sense. Rachel knew Bobbi had slated Devvi to be wooed by death.

The room itself, was bare except for the couch on which the girl was lying, her arms strapped to the legs. There were wires running in a straight line above the couch from one end of the room to the other.

"Butcher," Devvi yelled in Polish. "You can do your worst."

"I will, I will," Bobbi assured her. "You see, others would torture you until you would welcome death as a release. What I haff planned for you is for you to welcome torture. Ja! I will make you love your torture, and then you will kill yourself with it from the sheer pleasure of it all."

"You are a Nazi bitch who will suffer all the agonies of Gehenna after you have died," Devvi screamed.

"I am not worried about what happens to me after I die," Bobbi laughed. "I live each day as it comes."

Two men entered the room, and with them was a huge German shepherd.

"Even if you make the dog fornicate with me I will not give you the pleasure of hearing me scream," Devvi snapped.

"I would not waste the shepherd's sperm on you." Bobbi laughed. "Nein! I haff had the dog brought here to warm you up. Believe me, the dog is kind compared to Bruno and Heinrich." Bruno, on the left, was five feet eleven-inches tall, with closely cropped hair and a flattened face. He was fat, but heavily muscled under the layers of fat. Heinrich was his physical twin, but with a long scar on his left cheek, and longer, blond hair. "And you," Bobbi said to Rachel, "will watch it all. Not once will you turn your face away, "do you understand?"

"Yes," Rachel said, nodding.

"You," Devvi said to Rachel. "I forgive you for looking. "I know you are a slave to this evil bitch's demands."

"Do not answer her," Bobbi insisted. "She is already a dead woman."

"Raus!" Bruno snapped at the dog.

It immediately moved around to the front of the couch, to where the bound girl's dangling legs were tied wide apart.

"The dog is well-trained," Bobbi told Rachel. "It knows what it must do."

Rachel stood there, her entire body tense, her heart crying out for the poor girl, knowing it might just as easily be her on the couch, tied down and helpless. Devvi was already paralyzed with fear despite her former bravado. The gleam in Bobbi's eyes told Rachel just how much she was enjoying it all. Rachel was unable to understand how it was possible for one woman to see another woman tortured and enjoy it. Surely Bobbi, like herself, must identify with the poor girl. Seeing Devvi lying there, defenseless, naked, and helpless under the slavering jaws of the monstrous dog sent new, unexpected shivers coursing through her. But they were shivers of a strange, fevered excitement. She felt the strange chills shoot maddeningly through her and she began trembling, unexpectedly.

"Since you are to be my personal plaything," Bobbi told Rachel, "I want you watching all this without turning away. You need some courage. Drink this." And she pressed a glass into Rachel's hand.

Rachel swallowed it gladly, feeling the chill hit her stomach, and then a strange, almost paralyzing warmth began permeating her being, traveling through her body. Little by little Rachel began losing the sense of horror as to what was happening. She noticed Bobbi still wore her robe, though her own body, like that of the girl on the couch, was totally naked. And she didn't resist when Bobbi cupped one of her full breasts and began tweaking the nipple, hard. She wanted to resist, but somehow Rachel was unable to muster the will to fight back as the warmth continued running through her body. Her hard nipple was helplessly trapped between Bobbi's thumb and forefinger, and the female commandant was squeezing harder and harder. But the harder Bobbi squeezed, the more Rachel wanted her to squeeze. She was enjoying it immensely, staring at the helpless look on the face of the auburn-haired girl bound to the couch. She writhed and squirmed, feeling seepage between her thighs, realizing her vagina was starting to leak as she became aroused. Rachel gasped as she felt the throbbing lips of her wet cunt shudder with tiny electric waves. Her clitoris had swollen to its full size and was being massaged by her vaginal lips, sliding back and forth over the fleshy pellet.

Rachel watched what was happening on the couch, and listened to the sigh from Bobbi, beside her, who seemed to be having a minor orgasm of her own merely anticipating what was about to take place.

"Inject her," Bobbi said to one of the men, and Heinrich walked over to where Devvi lay. A large hypodermic needle was in his hands. It hadn't been visible, before. He stabbed the needle roughly into Devvi's left arm, and pumped the fluid in the syringe into her. Devvi's teeth remained clenched. The girl refused to give Bobbi the satisfaction of crying out because of the pain.

Now the giant dog, on command, lowered its head between the auburn-haired girl's spread thighs. His tongue, already lolling out, began licking the tender ribbons of pink flesh that showed, all the way from the tight, puckered anal orifice, up through the dripping coral slices to the clitoris. At first Devvi struggled in the hope of breaking free, as if trying to escape, but the ropes around her wrists and ankles held her securely. The dog's long. flat tongue slashed between the pink labia repeatedly, relentlessly flicking at the nubile flesh. Occasionally the tongue would curl into the bubbling hole between the rich labia, working deeper and deeper, making Devvi squirm. Her naked, writhing cunt tightened each time the tongue slithered into it, and Rachel realized the girl was enjoying it. In fact, Devvi's entire body was covered with goose pimples as the dog's oral contact became stronger and stronger.

As the minutes passed, Rachel saw a great change come over Devvi. The girl was writhing and bucking and gasping with total delight.

"You see," Bobbi, the commandant, said. "The simple injection of the right chemical makes her so aroused, she would push anything into herself." To Bruno, she called out, "Untie her arms, but not her legs."

Bruno did as he was instructed, and Devvi's hands reached down and grabbed the German Shepherd by the ears, tugging his hungry maw more tightly against her seething muff. Her buttocks rose and fell in time to the way the dog's tongue swiped through it. And then Devvi was tugging the dog's long nose into her vulva, trying to stretch her thighs wider apart as she stared at the ceiling, gasping.

"Do you know what this is?" Bobbi asked Rachel, taking a dildo from the pocket of her robe.

"Yes," Rachel nodded.

"This is about to be used on the young girl," Bobbi explained. "It is broad, it is thick, and for a little while she would feel some pain... until her tight cunt stretched enough to take it. So we haff to add some inducement to it."

"Inducement?" Rachel asked.

"Inducement for additional pain," Bobbi explained. "She is so aroused, the worst kind of agony will affect her in no way. So she must have agony. She must be fucked to death."

As Rachel watched, Bobbi withdrew a sheet of sandpaper from the other pocket in her robe and wrapped it around the dildo. The paper had been made to fit the dildo perfectly, and tucked into little slots and remained firmly wrapped around the length of the dildo.

"Heinrich," Bobbi called, and when the blond-haired man turned toward Bobbi, she handed him the sandpaper-covered dildo. "Use this!" Bobbi insisted.

Hienrich had a cock that was neither too long nor too short, and it fitted inside the hollow dildo as he strapped it onto himself. Going to where the dog still buried his face between Devvi's thighs, he yelled, "Achtung!" and the dog immediately backed away, licking its chops.

Devvi, who had been in a euphoric state because of the injection and the tongue of the dog, now opened her eyes and saw Heinrich approaching her. She also saw the big artificial penis, and at first she was more than willing to welcome it into her. Though she was a virgin the girl was so erotically off-balance, she wanted anything that would touch her tender genital area.

Rachel stared as Heinrich pushed Devvi's thighs farther apart, pressing on the insides of her loins with his hands. Now on the couch on his knees, Heinrich pushed forward carefully guiding the penis toward the wide-open pink orifice. Slowly, deliberately, the sand-papered rod pushed between her tender cuntlips.

That was when Devvi realized what was happening. She tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes and shuddering, beating at the head and chest of the man as she began screaming.

"Yaaaaaagggghhhh... no... no... no... not this... not this..."

"Ja!" Bobbi snapped from where she was standing, her hand still gripping Rachel's breast, her thumb and forefinger feeling the nubbin tightly, squeezing, pulling tugging, hurting. "Ja! Not only this, but more. And with all this, you will love it. You will love it and beg him to continue even when he is tired. And when he can no longer keep up with you, and he unstraps the dildo, you will continued working it in and out of you, shredding your interior to pieces, ripping the flesh, making yourself bleed to death. Ja! Torture, pure torture, and you will love every last second of it as you help to end your own life, reveling in the agony."

Heinrich pushed forward, ramming more of the abrasive dildo into the woman's tender cunt, flexing his buttocks and shoving hard... shoving... shoving... shoving until he had pushed half the length of the weapon into the vagina. When he encountered her hymen, he continued pushing, and this only intensified the pain for Devvi. She screamed again, her shriek even making the dog jump and bark. Her thighs were split so far apart, she thought her tendons would tear as the pressure became unbearable.

"Yaaannnnggghhhh!" she screamed.

Her legs tried moving, but they were tied.

"This is part of the enjoyment," Bobbi told Rachel, moving her hand to Rachel's other breast. "See how she aches to throw her legs around, but cannot because they are tied down. And though her hands are untied, there is not much she can do with them, either. Her fists are ineffective against Heinrich who was a prize fighter in his youth and has taken punches from people much stronger than she."

Rachel continued to stare, and she ought to have been terrified. At the moment, all she was able to see was an artificial penis, with sandpaper coating it, thrust halfway into the void between Devvi's thighs. The sight set her on fire. She wanted to fuck and be fucked. She ached to have a hard cock rammed to the hilt in her own body.

Devvi screamed as the raspy penis cut into her tender flesh, tearing her membranes to shreds. Hot fluid began flooding her interior, and she knew it was blood. The blood came seeping out, staining the white sheet covering the couch on which she lay, and Rachel, seeing the blood, knew she should be sick. But she wasn't. She was aroused all the more, and knew Bobbi had given her something very potent to drink to make her feel this way.

"She reacts well," Bruno, who was standing nearby said.

"Ja, ja!" Heinrich laughed with glee. "Wait until I haff pushed my cock all the way in."

"Does she like it?" Bruno laughed.

"She loves it, don't you, liebchen," Heinrich said, himself laughing as he thrust another inch of sandpaper-covered dildo into her.

Devvi's only reply was another loud shriek as she writhed in mortal agony. And even as she twisted, the heat of lust also worked its way through her. She knew it was caused by the injection, but the very power of it was overriding the agony of torn flesh in her vagina.

Falling forward, with his hands on either side of the girl's head, Heinrich flexed his buttocks then drove forward as hard as possible. His thick, steel-solid dildo with the sandpaper-covered shaft rode unmercifully into her as his face twisted with a raw grimace of ugliness, the debauched sight of a helpless female under him thrilling him. He was only sorry he was unable to feel his own cock bathed in the wetness seeping from the female Jew's hot cunt.

Devvi screamed again, pain and humiliation filling her as her inner vagina was torn to shreds by the plunging cock now ripping its way back and forth, tearing her to pulp. Blood flowed freely as Heinrich stared into the girl's face with an evil leer splitting his own face. Devvi knew any movement on her part would only make things worse. That she was suffering unbelievable agony was bad enough, but the fact that the erotic thrills inside her were building to new heights, trying to make her forget her agony and enjoy the evil taking place inside her was even worse. She almost wanted to feel more, even with the knowledge it would bring about her own death. And then Heinrich, at Bobbi's orders, was cutting the ropes holding her ankles and reaching under her, lifting her buttocks higher. He grasped a curving asscheek in each hand, squeezing the full, rounded globes, pinching them black and blue. But the pain thrilled her, and as he began pumping into her repeatedly, totally lacerating her interior flesh, making the blood literally flow from her vagina, the young girl felt hotter and hotter, the desire in her building higher and higher. Her tears continued to flow because of the shame, humiliation, and agony she was being caused, but inside, she was aching to feel more... more... more. There was no stopping him as he continued his vile rape of her shredded cunt.

Sweat broke out on both their foreheads as Heinrich lay on top of her with his full weight, still pounding his throbbing dork in and out of her steaming, bloody, pulpy pussy. To Devvi there was no feeling save the throbbing in her vagina. The pain was still there, but her mind refused to feel it. All she knew was the strange blend of electrical thrills charging through her as the penis, covered by the sandpapered dildo, continued thrusting in and out of her body

As Rachel watched, Bruno handed something to Heinrich. The latter held his hand up and Rachel watched him slip on something long and sharp over his forefinger. Then he reached down and began feeling around, reaching between Devvl's tightly pulled-together asscheeks. He probed, and Devvi squirmed trying to fight it. But Devvi realized she had become an inhuman mass of throbbing lust, aching for any kind of feeling. She felt the tearing pressure of the moving dildo as it continued rasping away inside her ravaged belly. The man was grinding sadistically into her with a wave of savage delight dancing all over his savagely twisted face.

Devvi's gasps had become one long, low continuous wall of desire, filling the small room like a siren. She knew her interior was hamburger, yet, unable to help herself she ached to feel more and more. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she wept for herself, knowing she was doomed. It was bad enough to die in agony, but to actually want more of that agony before being permitted to die was too cruel, too inhuman. She tried blaming herself for her feelings, but deep down she knew she wasn't responsible. It was the fault of Roberta, Bobbi, the female commandant of this section of Auschwitz.

"Now stop!" Bobbi commanded, and Heinrich immediately stopped. "Untie the dildo and withdraw from it leaving it inside her," Bobbi ordered, and Heinrich did exactly that.

"Won't she die if she doesn't have medical attention?" Rachel asked, her mind in an erotic fog.

"Of course," Bobbie smiled. "If you wish to remove the dildo from her, do so. I will even see to it she has medical attention."

But long before Rachel was able to move forward, Devvi smiled licentiously, then reached down with her hands and began pumping the dildo back and forth inside herself. She screamed with a mixture of joy and agony, jumping up and down, digging her now-unbound heels into the table for leverage as she pumped her body up and down, up and down, thrusting the terrifying instrument into herself again and again. Each time she pulled the dildo out, she let it tear against her clitoris, and the sensation was a shudderingly horrible thrill that made her ache for even more. Nerve-endings deep inside her flesh were totally exposed, while other nerves were torn and ripped apart.

"No more!" Rachel shrieked, hating herself for having enjoyed watching any of it. "Why are you showing all this to me?"

"This is to let you know just a little of what will happen to you should you decide not to please me," Bobbi told her.

"I'll do anything... anything," Rachel cried. "Oh God! That's horrible."

"Why are you so concerned with her?" Bobbi asked. "She is only a Jew, an inferior being. She and all her kind must be done away with."

"You people thought I was Jewish when I first came here," Rachel sobbed.

"True, but Hauptmann Von Teich ordered a more thorough check and discovered you were not Jewish. Naturally, now that you are here, we cannot let you go, just like that."

"My parents," Rachel asked, "What about my parents?"

"The fortunes of war, my dear," Bobbi told her. "They were exterminated two weeks ago, just before we found out they were not Jewish. However, do not think of them. You haff me as your protectress."

"And the girl?" Rachel asked, pointing at Devvi who was still thrusting the sandpapered penis in and out of whatever little was left of her vagina.

"Do not concern yourself with her. She is a Jew and she will bleed to death, but see how she will die happily."

"Don't do this," Rachel begged. "Let her live."

"Ach! So you have pity on the pig of a Jewess. Bruno, use the special salve on her cunt."

Bruno walked over to Devvi, tugged the dildo out of her hands, yanked it out of her cunt, and threw the blood-covered instrument into a corner. He went into another room, and a minute later was back with what looked like a trowel and a grayish, sticky substance.

Against Devvi's objections, he began troweling in the grayish substance, filling her vagina with it. Then he dragged the girl out of the room.

"See," Bobbi smirked. "We have put a salve in her cunt. Now she will not feel pain any longer. We go now to my room? where you and I shall play games together. I know some nice games I will haff to teach you."

"Yes, yes, of course," Rachel agreed, nodding, feeling the heat in her body well up to even higher proportions.