Chapter 7
"I do not believe in making love where men have been," Bobbi told Rachel.
Instead of leading Rachel back to the bedroom where Rachel had sported with both, Von Teich and Brandt, the female commandant took the girl through the room they were standing in to a door across the way.
"What is this?" Rachel asked, as they passed through the door.
"This is one of the many storehouses in Auschwitz," Bobbi replied. "Here we keep the food for the officers. Since all the others are men, I haff no objection to possibly flavoring their foods with our natural juices. This place was prepared by me, ahead of time; not only as a place of lovemaking, but as a place to hide when the allied forces arrive."
Rachel heard herself whimper with lust as the blonde woman rubbed her palm against her ribcage. The fingers tickled their way up until once again, Bobbi was clutching one of the girl's breasts. The hot, soft, resilient touch of Bobbi's hand against the perfect, rounded fullness of Rachel's mammarial mound was indescribable in the mind of the young girl. Once again, she moaned aloud, her mind a rushing inferno of trapped, sensually aroused thoughts, though Rachel was aware the drink she had taken had much to do with the way she felt. But she didn't try to fight the stroking fingers of the female commandant. Light, feathery delicious caresses fluttered over her breasts as she looked around the storeroom. There were all kinds of ersatz coffee and tea piled high in bags, along with boxes of saccharin. Against one wall to her right, Rachel saw sacks of flour.
"What is it you want me to do?" Rachel asked.
"Today, I want you alone," Bobbi told the girl. "Tomorrow, I will be touched by one of the men while playing with you, but today I wish to fuck you, myself."
"But how..." Rachel wanted to know.
"With the dildo, of course," Bobbi replied.
"A dildo? You mean the one used on that poor girl..."
"Ach, nein!" Bobbi laughed. "For you I haff something special. I have it in the storeroom, here. But I shall not show it to you until the time arrives for me to fuck you. In the meantime, you know what it was the dog did to the girl with his mouth? Well, I shall want you to do the same thing to me. And at the same time I shall do the same thing to you. That, dear Rachel is how we shall begin."
Pictures formed in Rachel's head as she remembered seeing the German Shepherd tongue Devvi's pussy. She also remembered Von Teich and Howard Brandt doing the same thing to her. The idea of feeling a tongue against her vagina sounded heavenly, but that she should also do some pussy tasting was not something she was able to accept too readily.
"Dear God!" Rachel gasped, but even as she said it she knew the phrase was more a venting of her own mounting passions than shock at what the commandant had told her. Prior to today, she had never known the intimate touch of another female but having now felt it for the first time, she thrilled to the dripping seepage of uncontrolled passion water being secreted from the tiny gap between her pressed-together thighs. She felt the slippery fluid oozing down both loins, moistening the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The heated sensations at the base of her belly built ever higher as Bobbi's practiced hand continued playing with her, arousing her all the more.
Rachel stared down at the hand playing with her nipples, unable to believe the shocking sensations pouring through her. She felt completely at a loss for words, and she knew she was helplessly entrapped. She would do anything the commandant wanted. Yes, her life was still the most precious thing to her. After having seen what the sandpaper dildo had done to Devvi, Rachel was more than willing to obey the blonde woman's instructions.
"Come," Bobbi insisted, leading the girl to the piled-high sacks of flour. "There is a little place behind here where we can play, undisturbed. No one knows of it, since I put it all together, myself."
On the other side of the piled-high sacks, between the sacks and the wall, hidden in shadows, was what, at first glance looked like a table. But as she came closer, Rachel, saw the wheel on the side of the table and realized she was looking at an old-fashioned rack, like that which she had seen in some movies about the Teutonic knights who had invaded her country many hundreds of years before.
"You will lie down, here," Bobbi told her, motioning her to the table.
Rachel stared at Bobbi, wondering if the commandant intended torturing her, too. But Bobbi did not strap her to the table after Rachel had stretched out on it. On the contrary, she began stripping off her own clothing, actually her robe, and flung it to the side, giving Rachel her first unobstructed view of Bobbi's body. Even in the shadows, Bobbi's body was evident and clear to the girl. She saw the smooth, flowing curves of the woman's nakedness, and for the first time realized how much female there was in Bobbi, even if the latter fought to hide it. She had small, firm mounds of flesh with cherry-red tips on the end. Her waist was as slender as Rachel's, and her thighs were less full than Rachel's. Her belly was flat, and there was a darkening between her thighs where Rachel thought there was pubic hair. But a moment later Bobbi stripped off an-almost transparent pair of panties, and Rachel saw the woman had shaved her pubis. She had no body hair at all. Bobbi had long legs, and if they were a little thin, they still had a slightly rounded feminine shape to them.
"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked, shaking.
"According to Von Teich's file on you, you are a masochist," Bobbi replied. "I shall find out how much you love pain in a little while. For now, I wish to enjoy a little simple lesbianism... to warm you up so to speak... as the dog warmed up Devvi. Only I promise you what will happen to you will not be nearly as drastic.
In spite of all that had happened to her, Rachel found this latest turn of events almost impossible to believe. She was bewildered and her mind was spinning, but through it all she felt exhilarated and she knew it was because of what Bobbi had given her to drink. Wild sensations were tormenting her belly, and she had the strangest suspicion that Bobbi was feeling just as thrilled. The idea of being made love to by another female was both, exciting and revolting. She stared into the dull, lifeless eyes of the female commandant, and wondered just how far Bobbi was going to go.
Bobbi stared at Rachel mentally licking her chops. She loved playing with delectable female bodies touching a cunt was like touching her own vagina. Ja! This was a perfect female specimen, too. She was glad Von Teich had kept the girl around. She would have much use for a female like this before eventually exterminating her. There was no question in Bobbi's mind that every female in her charge had to be annihilated, if only to prevent future identification of herself to the Allies, later.
Pushing all future thoughts from her mind, Bobbi bent over Rachel's naked form on the wooden rack Then she lowered herself next to the girl, immediately feeling the heat emanating from Rachel's body. It reached into her own body, making her hot torso even hotter as she felt the girl's supple curves against her own rounded contours. Her two hands were between their upper torsos, squeezing and pulling Rachel's breasts.
Rachel gasped at the initial contact, aroused and electrified by the caresses of the hands tugging on her full feminine mounds. Lecherously, the commandant pulled the young girl's nakedness close to her while she pressed her own tremulous curves against Rachel's shuddering body. She lowered her head, and Rachel, thrilling to the sensation of the woman's flesh against hers, raised her own head, lips parted. Their faces strained closer and closer, and then their mouths met. It was a soft union at first, something Rachel would never expected from a person as fierce as Bobbi Kappelmann. Each felt the warm, delineated imprint of the other's lips, and then the kiss became hotter and more avid.
Each of the two females sensed the confusion in the other hurriedly relaxing beneath the heated sensuality of their mounting lust, their soft, feminine, voluptuous curves heatedly rotating wildly. In mounting desire they rapidly began rubbing against one another all the more swiftly, their aroused fulcrums as anxious to connect as their lips.
Using her feet, Bobbi slipped a loop of rope over one of Rachel's ankles, and then the other. The loops were attached to the foot of the rack. Rachel felt the ropes being forced over her ankles as Bobbi's toes moved them. but made no move to resist. Once the loops were around her ankles, Rachel felt Bobbi tug on her knees, and the loops were pulled tight. Then, lying flatly on top of Rachel, Bobbi slipped the girl's wrists into the loops of rope attached to the rack's stretching mechanism.
"What are you going to do?" Rachel gasped with anxious desire.
"I am going to cause you delicious pain," Bobbi whispered, her breath hot in Rachel's face.
"Yes, yes," Rachel gasped. "Hurt me, hurt me. I love being hurt."
"Ja, ja, I know, liebchen," Bobbi whispered. "But for the moment, say nothing, speak nothing. I will do everything, and it will be exquisitely agonizing," she murmured, breathing Into Rachel's face, herself completely caught up in the salacity of the erotic pain she was about to deal out.
Leaping off Rachel's body for a moment, Bobbi went to the wheel on the side of the stretching table. She turned a knob, then began turning the wheel and Rachel felt her body being pulled. At first there was only the sensation of being stretched as much as possible, and was the slightest strain on the joints in her arms and thighs. That was where Bobbi locked the wheel, wanting to keep Rachel totally stretched out with just enough strain to make her feel discomfort, but without pulling her arms and legs from their sockets. Now she climbed back on the helpless girl and once again covered her mouth with her own, letting her pink tongue insinuate itself into Rachel's mouth, feeling Rachel immediately respond. Grabbing fingers anxiously caressed the rich pink tips of Rachel's breasts, making them swell into pellets of hardness. Restlessly, Bobbi brushed exploring fingers along Rachel's ribcage, sliding her fingers behind to squeeze and tug the undulating cheeks of Rachel's full buttocks.
Rachel felt her arms and thighs stretched to their uttermost. There was pain as the strain of the pulling on her arms and legs began to make itself known. She gasped, in a mesmeric state between thrills and torture, and as the strain and hurt increased, so did the thrilling delight of what was happening. Rachel no longer thought of Devvi or the dog or the two Huns who had helped to tear poor Devvi's cunt to shreds. All she thought about was the movement of Bobbi's fingers, now once again playing with her nipples, rolling them and teasing them as only a woman with sensitive nipples would know how to do. Her entire, infused body shuddered and shook at the prospect of more pain and lust. Bobbi was pushing a pillow under her rump, lifting it higher and higher. The arch of her body was exactly the opposite way it had been when Howard Brandt had tied her arms and ankles to one of the ceiling beams. Her breasts rose and fell with panting gasps as the strain became more and more telling. Her breasts stood straight up with their quivering nipples pointing at the ceiling, and then Rachel shuddered with anxious heat as she watched Bobbi's mouth slowly engulf her left breast with sucking lips and a flicking tongue. The strain in Rachel's elbows was beginning to tell. She writhed as Bobbi continued sucking her nipple, using the adder-like flicking of her tongue to send messages to her strained nerves. And all the while, Bobbi lay on top of Rachel, her weight adding to the pressure straining the girl's arms and legs.
Breathing heavily, Bobbie sucked and tongued the firm white mounds with their cherry crests, while her hot, tremulous cunt now pressed itself against that of the helplessly tormented girl. Again she pressed her impassioned lips to those of Rachel's and thrilled to the way the tortured girl responded. Her tongue stabbed into Rachel's mouth again and again, like a fiery dart. Gott! She found it difficult to believe anyone was able to respond so erotically under this kind of condition. Ach! It pleased her to know she was capable of torturing someone who was enjoying it as much as she. Intense flames of delicious nearness blistered through Bobbi's body. No wonder Von Teich had enjoyed the girl so much.
Rachel wanted to scream. The strain on her arms and legs was becoming more and more intense as Bobbi's hands trailed over the hills and hollows of her sweat-damp body. And when the fingers stroked her asscheeks and tickled her puckered anus, Rachel went mad with lust, writhing in such a way, she nearly dislocated her own arms.
And then Bobbi rose, walked over to a corner of the room, and took a new, different kind of dildo from the shadows.
"Now," the female commandant said, "I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you as no man has ever fucked you, and you shall see how marvelous it will feel."
Bobbi strapped on the dildo, came over to Rachel again, then slowly, carefully, deliberately climbed on top of the helplessly trapped girl. Rachel felt Bobbi rub against her, but the weight of the blonde woman's body was becoming intolerable, especially since her body was raised in the center, thereby causing her arms and legs to pull all the more.
"Now," Bobbi told her, "you will feel something entirely different and delicious."
The blonde woman pressed the point of the dildo to Rachel's seething cunt, and then pushed, slowly. Though her wet quim was still narrow and would always be narrow, Rachel felt the thick dildo slide right in, filling her. Its rubbery exterior felt much like a throbbing penis. The girl wondered what made this dildo any better than the one Howard Brandt had used on her. The answer came a moment later. Bobbi ran an insulated wire from the dildo to one of the lines overhead. It was one of the lines that ran into the other room, where Devvi had been maliciously raped and destroyed. Sparks began shooting through Rachel's pussy, and she screamed, terrified for a moment she was being electrocuted.
"Aaaaiiii..." she shouted, and Bobbi screamed with her, because she, too, felt the electricity shooting through the hairless flesh of her tender pubes.
Rachel writhed frenetically, feeling as if her arms and thighs were ready to be torn from her body while the electricity continued sparking through her. It was only after two minutes of this mad wiggling that Rachel realized the electricity wasn't cooking the interior of her cunt, even if it sent wild prickles reverberating through her like the waves following the striking of a loud gong. It was shocking, but it was thrilling. And Bobbi was stroking into her now, thrusting fast and hard, letting the electricity touch all her inner nerves. She shuddered and gasped for air as charge after charge of static made her want to scream again. But Bobbi's tongue was in her throat, clogging it, preventing her from shouting, keeping her from making any noises other than the hums of satisfaction she continued sensing. She sucked the blonde commandant's tongue repeatedly, biting it, chewing it, realizing Bobbi was as shockingly thrilled as she. But the older woman continued lancing the artificial penis into her, ploughing it in harder and harder, touching her cervix with each instroke, sending electrical thrills into her womb and up into her belly.
"You are a strongly erotic girl," Bobbi gasped, feeling the tingling shocks down to her toes. "I am certain you haff sucked the cocks of men."
"Ohhhhh yessssssssss..." Rachel hissed. "And I loved it, I loved it."
"Of course you did," Bobbi nodded. "That is as it should be, just as you will love sucking my pussy when the time comes. You are very fortunate in having experienced so much in so short a period of time young fraulein."
"Have you ever sucked a cock?" Rachel wanted to know.
"Nein! I will not allow myself to be degraded in such a manner," Bobbi insisted. "But now, with you, I almost wish I had. It must be marvelous, in a way, to enjoy every kind of degradation."
"It isssss..." Rachel gasped, feeling her arms almost pull away from her body as she humped her buttocks up to meet the electrical thrusts of the artificial penis lancing into her. She writhed and churned, feeling her thighs strain even more, and this pain made the thrills inside her build even higher.
"I want to watch you do that with a man," Bobbi grunted, pounding the electrified dildo into her with even harder thrusts. "Torture has become a way of life with me, but I want to see someone totally enjoy it, so tomorrow, when we get together, I will bring a man with a very long, thick cock, and watch him try to strangle you with it while you suck him. It will be a real treat to watch. I wonder, will he choke you to death before you make him shoot, and the penis shrink?"
"There isn't a man with a penis thick enough to choke me," Rachel insisted.
"We shall see, we shall see," Bobbi laughed, slamming her dildo into Rachel's tight crevice all the harder, pounding the electrical length of it against her rippling tissues. Sparks lit up the interior of her cunt as the hot electricity continued flowing through her delicate nerve-endings, causing a wonderful agony she had never dreamed possible.
"Tell me," Bobbi asked, "how do you stand the hot juice those penises squirt? Isn't it disgusting?"
"It tastes so wonderful," Rachel gasped, feeling as if her shoulders were about to tear away from her body. "It tastes like some kind of wonderful nectar, no matter who the man is attached to the cock. Even Brandt's sperm, thin as it was, had a delicious taste to it. Once you've tried it, you will never have another affair without wanting to drink it again."
Bobbi reached down and probed with her forefinger until she touched the entry to Rachel's rectum. The finger pushed a little, and as it began sliding past the tight, prune-like sphincter, entering the tighter, narrower cavern of Rachel's ass. it made her vaginal interior that much tighter, too. Little by little the finger pushed deeper, and the narrow tunnel of her vagina felt pressure as the finger in her rectum pressed. The electricity shooting through her cunt was sheer delight at this moment.
"Yaaaagggghhhhh!" Rachel screamed, feeling the heavy pressure make the electricity blister her interior all the more. She wondered if the sparks were cooking her. At this point, she was so elated with what she was feeling, she didn't care.
Her brain was flashing, and her mind was thrilled as Rachel pounded her body up from the table where she was stretched out. Bobbi was thrusting into her with all the power and verve of a man, and Rachel realized the blonde commandant was enjoying sensations of her own.
Bobbi felt the electricity shoot through her clitoris, and at one point wondered who was being tortured all the more; Rachel or herself. But it was such wunderbar torture.
Rachel writhed insanely as the finger worked even deeper into her rectum, filling her as completely as Brandt's cock. Only the pressure was making her vagina spark insanely, and she even smelled the burnt hairs on her pubis.
"I haff to taste you," Bobbi insisted. "Ja! I must see what it is like to eat your cunt."
"Have you eaten many?" Rachel asked.
"Nein!" Bobbi snapped. "I make all the Jewesses here eat my cunt before I haff them killed, but I haff never wished to eat one until now. You are truly to be honored."
Bobbi unstrapped the electric dildo from around her waist and pulled it slowly from Rachel's frothing interior. The shooting sparks had only intensified Rachel's feelings, and she had enjoyed three separate, minute orgasms. And then she shrieked as she suddenly felt the thick, shocking dildo being pushed into her rectum. Little by little it entered her, and sparks flew from her ass as she wildly writhed from side-to-side, almost pulling her arms out. The torture was unbearable. It was painfully agonizing.
Bobbi lowered her face, her mouth wide open, her eyes staring at the reddened gash of Rachel's shuddering nookie. A heavy dripping of colorless froth continued seeping from the hot, wet interior of the girl's vagina, and though no blood came out, it was obvious the tissues had been tormented as they seemed to have shrunk because of the dildo.
Taking a deep breath. Bobbi sank her face into the creaming cauldron of sudden lust. Her tongue stabbed straight in, filling the blistering hole, lapping at the oversensitive membranes.
Rachel squealed as the wet, slick tongue entered her, feeling even more electrified than she had felt when the dildo had started shocking her. Blasts of overpowering sensation shot through her body again and again. She writhed and almost felt her tendons tear the pressure from the rack was so over-powering.
Not content to merely suck, Bobbi reversed the position of her body with her face still deeply buried in Rachel's muff. Rachel was unable to help her because of her wrists being secured, but Bobbi didn't mind. She moved her lower half until she was certain her sloppy cuntlips were pressing against Rachel's face, and then she began rubbing the labia back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until Rachel's mouth hungrily opened and she slurped her tongue into the moving nest.
Lifting her face from Rachel's cunt for a moment, Bobbi gasped, "This is wonderful. This is marvelous. Ach! Who would haff ever believed eating another woman's cunt would be so good. Eat, liebchen, eat my cunt. Eat it while I eat yours."
Rachel slammed the entire length of her oral organ into Bobbi's seething pussy, letting her tongue swallow the entire swamp of fluid within. Bobbi's cunt, never having been probed by a cock, felt the slickness of Rachel's tongue, and tightly clung to the oral organ as it worked its way in and out.
The strain was becoming too much for Rachel's arms. There was a dull fuzziness in her legs as well, as numbness began setting in. Her fulcrum rose higher and higher to meet the thrusting tongue of the female commandant, while her head was pressed lower by the straining weight of Bobbi's crotch, jamming itself against the girl's wide-open lips. Agony poured through Rachel's body like water into a glass and sweat broke from all her pores as she sucked and licked and drank the viscous flow seeping from Bobbi's gash. It was as if wild horses were tearing her limbs, pulling on them, trying to rip them from her body. And with the pain there was more pleasure than Rachel had ever known in her entire life. She gasped, able to breathe a little through her nose now and again... just enough to keep her from suffocating.
Bobbi rode Rachel's face much the way she would have ridden a wild mare, bouncing up and down, plunging her sticky center against Rachel's mouth repeatedly, but her own face was forward and down, buried between Rachel's trembling, straining thighs, dredging out every last little drop of tasty fluid seeping from the reddened gash of the girl's salacious vagina.
Lick me, Rachel thought, her body in agony. Lick me, suck me, lap me, just like I'm doing to you. I'm dying, but this is the best way to die. No wonder that poor girl, Devvi, sought to kill herself with the raspy dildo. Bobbi was doing her a favor, trying to kill her by fucking her to death.
"Uuuuuurnmmmmmmphhhhh!!!" Rachel managed to gasp, and the words she had intended saving came out as a long, steady groan. She was shrieking, in the throes of a minor orgasm, thrilled to lancing punctuations as she frantically rolled from side-to-side, unable to remain still, alternating the pressure on the ropes holding her left ankle and wrist to those holding her right ankle and wrist. Her buttocks writhed insanely against the wooden table-top of the rack. and she actually began bouncing as she twisted and writhed. Had her arms and legs been free, she would have rolled onto the floor, the stimulation was so overpowering.
Bobbi licked deeper and sucked harder than either of the men whose mouths had, at one time or another, delved into the secret femininity of Rachel's body. Rachel's breathing quickened, and she knew she was not far from her satisfaction. Her breath was whistling through her teeth as she panted into the hot cunt mashing into her face. Floods of vaginal fluid continued washing her cheeks and forehead as her tongue scooped out more and more of the sticky, colorless meringue.
Bobbi, still lapping into the depths of Rachel's frothing cunt, felt the difference between the avid way this girl licked, and the half-hearted way her female prisoners had lapped prior to being killed. She decided she liked it better when the girl was anxious, as Rachel was. She was also able to sense Rachel's approaching orgasm and felt the girl was entitled to it for all she had done. And so Bobbi lapped all the more quickly.
Rachel shuddered and the pressure on her shoulders and thighs became intolerable as her entire body tightened and she screamed, "YYYYYYAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH... GGGGAAAAGGGGHHHH!" into the heated seething depths of Bobbi's flaming, lathered pussy. Blast after thunderous blast of blistering fire flushed through her entire frame, making her shudder and tremble as never before. Volcanoes erupted in her brain, flares flashed behind her eyes, and her entire body quaked and vibrated.
Bobbi, realizing the power of the climax surging through Rachel, and understanding she was the cause of this powerful crisis, suddenly felt her own orgasm start to build. She had always climaxed while watching the pain and anguish of others, listening to their screams which, to her were operatic arias of the Grim Reaper. And she had always come that way. But this time she was coming, knowing the pain and hurt she was causing was being enjoyed as much by the girl she was torturing as herself.
"HIIHAAAYYYIIIGGHHH!!" Bobbi screamed, pressing her hot cunt all the more solidly against the young girl's mouth, flooding the mouth and face with an ocean of her lubricant as she came, then came again.
Finally the passion in both females began subsiding, and Bobbi rolled off Rachel, then released her from the rack. Rachel remained limply on the flat table-like torture bed, unable to move her arms or legs for more than an hour. Little by little feeling began creeping back into her.
When she was finally able to get up from the rack, Rachel staggered for quite awhile before finally making it back to the room where she would be sleeping with Bobbi, She noticed Devvi was no longer in the room that separated the warehouse from the commandant's quarters, and when she did make it back to the latter, she found fresh new clothes waiting for her. From the looks of them the clothes had been taken from some other poor girl who was either languishing in the lagers or who had already been exterminated. It no longer bothered Rachel to think about another dead girl. People were dying by the thousands each day in Auschwitz. One more girl, one way or the other, no longer burned into her consciousness.
Dressing, Rachel felt she had to go outside. Ever since the time she had returned to Bobbi's quarters, the sky had stopped blackening with soot and ashes. The ovens had stopped working. They were out of fuel. People were still killed, but they were being buried in huge ditches dug by bulldozers, just outside the camp.
Rachel stepped outside, and the sight that greeted her turned her blood to ice. She saw Devvi's body, impaled on a wooden stake near one of the gibbets where another female had been hanged. The stake had been a whipping post, but Devvi, still aroused by the injection she had been given, had jumped on top of it and had rode the straight point into her heart as it passed through her vagina and then her vitals. She was dead, but with a look of bliss on her face, and Rachel realized such a thing could easily happen to her, as well.
Bobbi did not keep her promise about bringing a man in the next day, or the next. There was a flurry of activity going on. The exterminations, which had quickened for awhile, came to an abrupt halt. Each day more of the SS soldiers were being moved out of the death camp, and with them went many of the prisoners. Some prisoners were taken out by trucks, but many others had to walk. And those unable to keep up, were immediately shot.
Bobbi had intended exterminating Rachel before leaving Auschwitz, but she was called away from the death camp so quickly, she had no chance to order it done. So Rachel was alone in the commandant's quarters when a young grupenfuehrer came in and said, "You will prepare to leave here immediately."
"Where am I going?" Rachel asked.
"You and other young frauleins who were recently brought here would be wasted if we shot you or put you to work in Gross Rossen or the other labor camps. You will be shipped to Berlin, and there you will be used to help re-build the Third Reich. You will be sent to special camps where you will become pregnant, as quickly as possible. All of you will contribute your sons and daughters to the army of the fuehrer. We already haff thousands of women, many of whom haff given us two or three sons and daughters each. These children are growing up in underground bunkers and are being properly educated. When they are old enough, the men will fight for our greater glory, while the women will do what you will be doing. The children will be perfect.
The imperfect ones will be killed "