Chapter 5
Target Practice
"Unbutton your dress," he ordered. She did, and he roughly tore the bodice down to the waist, exposing her bra cupped tit. With a leer, the Hauptmann teased one long hard nipple out of its cup. "I'm going to eat you, slut." he said. "Your pussy should be nice and sweaty from your working so hard."
Simone looked surreptitiously toward the apparently unconscious Deborah, then at the doors. The doors were closed, but the, possibility of being discovered in the corridor doing such a despicable thing frightened her. The Hauptmann reached for her other wrist, pulling it down to where his cock throbbed, big and hard, where he had slipped it from his trousers.
She reluctantly wrapped her fingers around the thick, throbbing shaft, squeezing until he removed his hand. Her hand moved up and down, stroking from the base of the shaft to the swollen, pulsing tip She savored the experiences of subjugation he had given her, and now, after so long without sex with a man, the memory of what he had done to her with his boot and his whip had a powerful effect on her.
Now he bent forward and moved his hand down to the slope of her thigh. Simone parted her legs and his fingers probed the sensitive tissues just inside the panty leg band. Simone could hear the whispering crunch of her own pubic hair as his probing fingers pressed it down. He probed at the slit of her cunt.
She slipped her panties down with her free hand. His hand returned to the softness of her thigh as she leaned against the wall, legs apart, offering her cunt to him. His hands were hot and sticky now with the juices of her pussy, his hands trailed the moisture over the smooth softness of her buttocks, then returned to her naked cunt.
Sliding his fingers up and down the slick valley between the lips, he touched her clit. "Oh, yes, yes...," she moaned. Startled by the sound of her own voice she twisted suddenly to look at the door.
It was still shut.
He played with the bud for a moment, rolling it, caressing it, pushing the stem down into its pocket of damp membranes. She humped up and down, trying to impale herself on the hard probe of his fingers. She squirmed, tightening her fingers around his cock.
He ran his hand back and forth over her tits, pinching the protruding nipples. His fingers dug into the softness of the gland. She moaned. Unclasping the strap behind, he chewed down on the hard nub pursing his lips, and sucking it up into the hollow of his mouth. His teeth slid sensuously back and forth, and the tongue-tip swiped across the top of the nipple. He inched slowly down, stroking with his mouth the soft underside of her mound. With his left hand he lifted her tit, pulling it away from her chest, and slid his tongue under, licking at the sweaty pocket of her flesh. She squirmed in response, and her and her fingers slipped from his ready cock. His tongue dipped down to her waist.
She looked once more, furtively, toward the door, then lifted her dress high up around her middle.
His tongue returned to her belly, dipping wetly into her navel. She moaned, spreading her thighs more widely.
He licked the fringes of her hairy cunt then, curling and pushing his tongue between the lips. As he licked her cunt, Simone shivered, lifting her ass to give him better access. Her love button throbbed.
She moaned as she undulated and pushed her cunt down on his chin. His tongue strokes were short and hard, beginning at the base of her hooded bud and licking up and over it. She was trembling with pleasure. Her pussy lips were fluttering in quivering spasms when he shoved his tongue in hard. It went deep into her body then, and the canal of her cunt closed tightly around the invading tongue like a fist.
She screwed her cunt onto his mouth, moving her hips forward and turning, jumping and moaning as if electricity were rushing into her sexhole. Still his tongue flipped from side to side and dashed the walls of her cunt.
Simone grasped her own tits and began to pinch and massage them with clawed hands.
The Hauptmann brought his left hand up between her sensitive tender thighs, and hooked his fingertips into the slit of her lips, prying them apart so that his face was even more tightly jammed into her crotch. He wriggled his head as he ground the ridge of his nose into her notch.
She rocked back and forth, humping her ass and cunt into his mouth. She tried to pull her tits right up into her mouth, licking desperately with her tongue waving in the air. When she could not reach her tits she pressed her ass downward, crushing her cunt down on his face.
His tongue stiffened inside her body, extending an unbelievably long way up through the resisting layers of her excited flesh. He pulled back, then pushed in, fucking her with his tongue.
Just when it seemed she could stand it no longer, and was about to come, he moved his tongue into the crack of her ass. She jumped from the sharp edge of the new pleasure. He rolled his tongue, spreading the soft ass cheeks apart. Her cunt squished emptily as the gaping hole opened and closed. His saliva rolled down her statuesque thighs. He groveled into her soft buttocks with his chin, and she felt the hole of her anus open. He stabbed it with his tongue, hard and deep. She could feel the sphincter resisting, tightening on the driving tongue. He was straining tightly against her unyielding flesh, the tip of the tongue auguring like a knife blade.
Then the ring of constricting muscles that guarded her asshole gave way. She felt the anus opening under the slithering force of the tongue that snaked all the way up into her rectum. It drilled straight in, deep inside her quivering intestines. He ground his face into her, his tongue deep inside as it would go. It completely filled her tight quivering rear passage. Simone felt all her muscles twitch. She ground her hips around, pushing her ass down onto his face, trying to force the tongue deeper into her body. Spastically, she rode the Hauptmann's whole face.
He jerked his tongue away.
Her legs stiffened in delirium.
Then his tongue violated her wet melting pussy. He teased her asshole yet with a finger. But he was shoving his tongue into her grasping hungry cunt, plunging it again and again as if it were a cock. His tongue was like a rasping file against her soft loop of flesh, and she was dizzy with the pleasure.
The wave of an intense orgasm spread from his tongue to her cuntbarrel to her spine as her body climbed into the air after the soaring climax. She stifled a scream.
Her thighs were trembling and her cunt was throbbing. Simone sagged to the floor. The Hauptmann went away and shortly two matrons came for the limp body of Deborah. Simone was ignored for almost half an hour when the two matrons with blue skirts and bleached white blouses came for her and made her resume her prison garb. They escorted her back to the cell she shared with Deborah.
The embarrassment of Simone's inexplicable cruelty toward Deborah made Simone reluctant to go back. But with a certainty, Simone knew that Deborah had wanted that beating, and had goaded Simone for it.
When the matrons flung Simone into her cell, Deborah was laying on her cot, spread-eagled with heavy rope. Her entire body was as red as a tomato from the beating Simone had given her, and the Hauptmann was fucking her, The Hauptmann, whom, Simone remembered, had not come when he brought Simone off, was getting his balls off inside the brunette. The spectacle was angering. To think the master would excite himself with her, Simone, and then pump that slut Deborah.
Simone, no less pretty had not been fucked by the Hauptmann.
It wan a put-down. A clear statement of what the Hauptmann, her master, thought of her. Simone was there to be used and abused, at anyone's discretion. There would be no lasting liaison. The Hauptmann, whose name she did not even know, was showing Simone by fucking Deborah that the temporary power he loaned Simone by giving her the whip, was not the result of trust or affection, but of expedience. By fucking the comatose form of Deborah, he was showing Simone that he preferred a half-dead invalid to her. The rage welled up inside Simone, but she was powerless to cope with it. She was doubly angered that she should be evaluating herself so completely on the attitude of her new master. She felt like a little girl whose daddy was making a big fuss over the neighbor girl who always teased his daughter.
While watching the Hauptmann fuck the unconscious woman, and without really thinking what she was doing, Simone reached under the waistband of her prison panties. Her hand dipped into her gash and came away wet. She tenderly parted the humid folds of her cunt and searched for the little knob of flesh that was tingling. Grabbing it lightly, she shivered and began rubbing it in strumming motions.
As Simone watched the Hauptmann fuck, she became aware of the hot tightness of her restrictive clothing. In a moment she had her panties down around her knees, and now her finger worked her clitoris passionately. As the Hauptmann on the cot started to come inside Deborah's bruised and flayed body, the torrid administrations to her clit increased. She thrust her pubes firmly against the palm of her hand, inserting her finger up to the knuckle.
The officer's long cock was jabbing Deborah's pussy faster and faster. Simone screwed her fingers around inside her velvety vagina, hooked her fingers, and hunched her body again and again. She barely managed to stifle her moans of pleasure. Her thumb rolled around the edge of her clit and she could feel the hot sweat mix with the oils pouring out onto her pistoning hand.
Now Simone smeared her slimy hand over her mons, matting down her pubic hair, and stroking the insides of her groin. She played with her clit, rolling, pinching, and caressing the exquisitely sensitive bulb and pushing it back and forth into its folds.
The pair on the cot were retching and squirming in the throes of the Hauptmann's orgasm-his thick long purple-veined ramrod flashing in and out of the brunette's coral-lipped cunt. The Nazi's ass bucked and reared as Simone stared from the doorway. His hairy ass cheeks were expanding and filling, expanding and filling, and his balls were crammed up tight and small against the root of his shaft.
Simone's own thighs opened and closed rhythmically as she too humped herself up and down and to and fro, lifting her hips high and squeezing her ass cheeks together. Almost without her thinking about it, her other hand was under her shirt, inside her bra. She ripped the strapped cups off her breasts and touched her nipples. They were small and hard Her fingers gouged the glands, sinking into their young softness. She dug at the hard nubs of nipple with her fingernails, rolling them in the same rhythm as she rolled her clit.
The Hauptmann fucking in front of her went over the top then, the bleeding body of Deborah lying inert as if dead.
Simone's whole body shuddered, sending her hand deep into her box. Three fingers slipped back through the grasping opening guarded by the hungry sphincter. She rubbed the sides of her clit-stem with her thumb, and tried to work her little finger into the tiny puckered rear opening.
The tight opening suddenly admitted her finger, and she drove it mercilessly up into herself. She began twisting and riveting, not caring what happened to her now. Her cunt went into spasm after spasm that closed around her fingers with sucking noises, and she could feel her abdomen flatten under the suction.
She stabbed herself again and again with her fingers, with ever shorter and deeper strokes, to match the rhythm of her cuntal spasms. She thrust her legs wider apart, as far as she could, and was unable to stifle the scream that accompanied her pent-up orgasm.
The Hauptmann noticed her then. He dressed leisurely, but as he left the cell he spat contemptuously at Simone. "You like playing with yourself eh? Perhaps we can find a dog for you to play with." He grunted with some perverse satisfaction at Simone's expression. Simone knew what those dogs the Nazis kept for manhunts could do.
The Hauptmann left the room and slammed the door heavily behind him, throwing the bolts with renewed vigor. Simone immediately went to Deborah's side and began undoing the bonds. Deborah did not open her eyes, but curled up into the fetal position. Simone wanted to wipe the wounds with cold water, but was afraid to touch the angry, weeping skin. It would be many days before Deborah would be normal, Simone reflected.
Simone sat helplessly watching the brunette lay on her cot, barely breathing in her sleep, occasionally awakening with a startled cry which would catch pitifully in her throat.
It took Simone herself a long time to fall asleep that night. Was Deborah still breathing? Simone listened. Was it good for Deborah to be still breathing? Would she remember any of this tomorrow?
The worst time was when Deborah awakened during the night to go to the bathroom.
"Umf-heer-lall-mitsoak." Deborah said, unable to form words, and also unable to realize that she was not forming words.
Seeing that she was not understood, Deborah gesticulated wildly. "Faf-lil-rumm-heekle-gar!"
Simone tried to soothe Deborah at these times, but just her touch seemed to upset Deborah then.
As Simone guided Deborah to the commode in the corner of their cell, Simone suddenly felt her bare feet step into water on the floor. "Hurry," Simone insisted sleepily.
"It's only five drops." Deborah mumbled, suddenly very clearly.
Then Simone pushed Deborah to walk faster and Deborah fell.
During the day Deborah's speech improved, but her ability to think of words was poor. "What good are you if you cannot take care of my needs?" Deborah would say indignantly more often, in response to Simone's attempts to help her find the right word.
"You don't know what it's like to be dependent," Deborah said without facial expression on her whip-bruised features. "Everything is difficult when you stand before it, until you can say it."
"Well, that happens to me too," Simone said soothingly. "I forget things I'm about to say."
Another night, another day. Deborah seemed to be getting worse, not better. Three days after the brutal beating several guards came and dragged the two women to a great auditorium. The seats were empty, but a moving picture camera was standing before a scaffold.
Simone was relieved momentarily when she saw that it was Deborah who was being dragged toward the scaffold, and not herself. Deborah seemed hardly aware of what was happening to her, and Simone was certain that Deborah would be spared the pain of remembering this episode.
Barbed wire was wound on the limp brunette's arms and wrists to hold her erect. Then her legs were folded up beneath her and her ankles bound just under her buttocks, her knees spread wide.
The Hauptmann strode into the room wearing a silk dressing gown and signaled for the cameraman to begin filming. The Hauptmann hastily divested the gown and approached the semi-conscious girl on the scaffold with a menacing erection. He fucked right up into her gaping pussy, and Simone could see the pink coral membranes of her cunt with each savage withdrawal of the fucktool. It made Simone want to wince in sympathy for the limp girl who hung there, subject to these obscene abuses. Simone felt a tingling high inside her own cunt, and struggled to suppress it. She knew that if she showed any sign of sexuality the guards would probably fuck her, too. Rapidly, she clenched her thighs together to stop the feeling that rose within her, but the effort only caused the juices to pour out from between her hot little cuntlips.
The brunette on the scaffold was being fucked so vigorously that the scaffold shook with the thrusts of the Nazi officer. The girls head lolled limply as the tool began moving faster.
But the eyes were open, as if Deborah were watching the man who fucked her shamelessly. The Hauptmann was emptying his balls into Deborah when the cameraman moved in for a close-up. Simone felt queasy and weak from watching her friend squirm, her face beginning to reflect combined agony and ecstasy.
The next guard that stepped up to Deborah was more interested in wrenching and biting at the helpless girl's tits. The two mammaries, which stood out in easy accessibility, bobbed and danced beneath the lustful attentions of the guard. Deborah's head jerked, sending her long, matted hair around her head like a dark halo. Deborah's captive legs twitched violently, and the skin was torn by the cruel barbed wire which secured them.
When the guard entered her feminine portals with his ramrod prick and quickly came, Deborah moaned harshly. The brunette was soon shrieking as the guard's calloused fingers tightened on her tits. He rammed her gaping cunt, until he was completely dry. When his prick dropped out of her, flaccid and spent, another guard stepped up.
The third man ran his ready cock in and out viciously so that the entire scaffold shook. When this man came, Simone could see his balls jump against Deborah's upper thighs with each discharge of sperm.
Simone could only remember the first three men distinctly. The remainder of them merged together and she lost count after five.
Soon after the suspended brunette lost consciousness the scaffold was tilted to horizontal, so that Deborah's vertical pussy slit was aimed directly at the men in the room. The abused little hole seeped with the jism of her countless ravishers, the tender pink labia seemed to Simone to even twitch weakly.
With her legs splayed, Deborah's cunt made a perfect target. The juices of Simone's own cunt oozed shamefully now as she looked at her sister prisoner's complete debasement.
Someone brought a small torch into the room and singed off the black pussy hair, making the brunette return to consciousness with a weak scream, and filling the room with the stench of burnt hair.
The perfect target was being paced off, and a bow and arrow appeared in the Hauptmann's hands. After carefully sighting Deborah's cunt, he let go a feathered shaft which abruptly lodged in its target with a twanging sound.
There was a flutter of polite applause.
The tortured woman regained consciousness to scream painfully once more. The Hauptmann stepped forward and plucked his arrow from the thrashing fundament of the poor girl. It came away with a sucking sound.
Simone could barely stand the gory display, but she was also aware that she was surreptitiously rubbing her thighs together, squirming on the stool she sat on, as her whole ass became warm with her cuntal slop. The gory spectacle was exciting Simone beyond anything she had ever seen before. Simone imagined the feeling of the arrow's penetration, and when a second man discharged his bow the arrow penetrated Deborah's cunt with a whoosh. The sight and sound of that lovely pussy accepting the cruel arrow made Simone come. She could visualize the arrowhead going deep, guided by the cuntlips to the rubbery opening to the womb at the far end of the vagina. Her body was racked again and again as Simone heard the applause from the men in the room being drowned out by an agonized scream.
The scene was repeated several more times, each time the victim's scream was more subdued. And when it was heard no more, Deborah was cut loose from the barbed wire and rolled onto a medical cart. A prison trustee took the brunette's pulse and announced that she was dead.
"I noticed you enjoying our little show," the Hauptmann was saying to Simone, who sat dazed and trembling from her orgasm as well as from the news of her friend's death. "Come with us and see the autopsy, I'm sure you will find it educational."
Morbidly curious, Simone followed the medical cart with Deborah's body and stood silently in the shadows as the pathologist sawed off the top of Deborah's head, pulled out the brain, weighed it, selected some bits of tissue from it, and threw the rest of it in the waste can at the head of the dissection table. Twenty years of life lost. Twenty years of knowledge. Twenty years of experience. And Simone had helped this happen. A part of herself had even enjoyed watching this happen.
But Simone also knew the Nazi's message of her involvement with the torture and execution of Deborah. Simone had, pointedly, not been asked any information about the Belgian Students Union since before she had been made to whip Deborah, three days past.
The Nazis could be patient: They held all of the advantages.
They would ask her again soon, Simone was certain.
She hoped it would not take her as long to die as it had Deborah.
Simone could see now the Nazi's entire plan. She would first be degraded. Then dressed up and allowed to act the part of a master. The consequences would be dramatically brought home to her with the death of her victim. The final remnants of her pride would be destroyed by a carefully engineered feeling of guilt.
While she recognized the truth of the fact that she had beaten Deborah severely, it was only after Simone had undergone similar treatment herself. And the whip was put in her hand with the clear statement that if she did not beat Deborah she herself would be beaten. In a way. Deborah had taught her the strategy of survival at any cost
Surviving till the war ended. It had not worked for Deborah, but it was April now. The previous month there was word that the Rhine had been crossed. That faithful river which had brooked no hostile troops since Roman legions navigated its waters. The war was ending, barring the use of some new secret weapon. With the end of the war would come release, eventually normalcy. In the meantime, there must be no guilt, nor fear. They were counterproductive. Only compliance-and survival would be Simone's bywords.
The plan was essentially one of delay. Buying time by doing whatever her present masters ask. Making any statement, doing any act. She could rectify things after the war. But only if she lived.
It was with these thoughts that Simone was dragged off by matrons and returned to her cell.
Simone was still in the twilight zone of a fitful sleep the next morning when she began to realize that she had slept all night, not merely a couple of hours as she had when Deborah was still alive and keeping her awake with groans and cries. Simone heard the cell door close heavily, and opened one sleepy eye to see an ordinary guard walking toward her. She lay naked on top of the bed, and her further efforts to cover herself were in vain.
The guard wordlessly lay down along side her. Nibbling carefully at her nipple, he ran his hand down over and around her firm buttocks. She wanted to protest. The guard was fat, unappealing, and cumbersome in his movements.
Then he stood and quickly undressed in front of her. As soon as she saw his huge thick cock, she spread her legs obediently. After all, she considered, she had no alternative. She might as well try to make as pleasant as possible.
Soon she was writhing and moaning with anticipation as (he fat guard played with her, touching an erogenous nerve plexus here and there. She rubbed her thumb over the small slit at the end of his cock, and a slippery cream began to pour out. She looked down and saw that his cock was red and engorged with blood, and her fingers were becoming wet and sticky as they massaged it.
The guard fingered her navel as he rubbed her abdomen.
Her hand left his glans and went down the length of his cock to his hairy sac. She caressed his balls and twisted her fingers among his curly pubic hairs.
Once or twice he deftly slipped his hand down between her legs, but only to run quickly over her outer folds of skin. He caressed her ass cheeks, and pinched her titbuds between his teeth.
She melted in to his arms as she rolled over to face him, her breath torrid as she fucked her tongue to his ear.
She felt his prick in her hand quiver, but still he held back.
He was now carefully exploring with one finger the tiny crease between her labia. She inhaled a short gasp and pleaded with a groan. "Ohhh, stick it into me."
The fat guard gently spread her labia with two fingers while he dipped another finger into her steaming gash. He stroked gently the stem of her clit, and she could feel it grow hard and big under his insistent pressure. She was still holding his balls as he did these pleasurable things to her clitoris He searched a little deeper with his finger, and hooked it under her pubic bone, at the very edge of her cunt. He worked it back and forth and from side to side as she laved his ear with her tongue.
Soon his finger was into her up to the knuckle, and she could feel him reaming the ready slick walls of her box. With each stroke she could feel the contractions of her muscles, and she knew she would be ready when that gigantic cock entered her.
The guard got up abruptly, and, turning his back to her, spread his legs wide. He shoved his face into her pussy at the same time he pushed his huge meaty cock against her face. In the sixty-nine position of inverted love, he rubbed his chin vigorously against her pubic ridge and lapped deep within her with his tongue. Simone could hear the slurping of her juices squishing as her muscles contracted inside of her. After a short time she grasped his cock and pulled it greedily into her mouth. He gasped, and sucked her harder as her moist lips enveloped his cockhead, then, inch by inch, the remainder of the stiff shaft.
She could hear and feel his breath as he exhaled great humid lungfuls of hot air into her vagina. She sucked at intervals, her mouth sliding up and down like a rollercoaster on his cock, in rhythm with his tongue inside her box.
He lifted her legs back and tucked them up under his arms. His fat, fleshy hands grasped her tender buttocks and he spread open her cheeks. His tongue traced a wet line of her sex lava from her slit down the crack of her ass into her ass hole. His tongue throbbed at the anal sphincter.
"Do it there, do it to me there," Simone pleaded as his tongue went around the tight opening. From being an anal virgin just a short, week ago, she realized, she had come to enjoy it deliriously.
He got up and pulled her off the bed. He made her kneel on the floor, her face on the cot, as he spread her knees wide apart and pulled her ass cheeks still wider apart. He poked her asshole with his massive cockflesh. After a few moments, he still could not force past the tight puckered ring of muscle guarding her rectum. The guard, frustrated, struck her viciously.
Simone was surprised with the ease with which his spike dipped into her bowels then. The blow made her gasp with pain, and the distraction was sufficient for her sphincter to relax.
The guard began pumping in and out, while Simone worked her ass muscles, her back muscles, and her abdomen. Each time his testicles bumped up against her labia, she whimpered from the pain of his long shaft driving up to the root into her intestines. And he was increasing his rhythm to a pace she had not thought possible.
Then he reached around under her and began stuffing his fat fleshy fingers into her drooling cunt. Getting four in, he twisted them and he jerked them, in and out, in time with his cock. She squirmed and worked her ass cheeks until the familiar sensations of an impending orgasm stiffened her spine. She whimpered in a distorted half sob that was muffled in the bedclothes, "I'm cumming... cumming... cuummiiinnngggh."
She arched her back. Her ass contracted furiously.
He started coming then, too. He yanked his hand in and out of her cunt as he exploded with the heat of a volcano, cramming wads and wads of thick jism into her ass. And each thrust went in further than the one before it. Each spasm sent more and more waves of nerve tingling delight through her body. Still he held her tightly against the mattress as he pumped more come into her asshole.
Finally she felt it coming out the sides of her anus and running down her legs. As she felt him get limp inside her, she continued to work her ass cheeks, listening now to the lascivious slurpy sounds as she moved.
His gigantic cock was flaccid, but still big. It slipped out of her asshole under her persistent squeeze and lay quietly between her large labial folds.
He stuffed his semi-flaccid cock into her cunt and she greedily started milking it. It felt so good to feel him grow inside of her that way, that she was soon aroused and fully ready to come again. Her cunt sucked him into her as she humped, the firm muscles of her ass expanding and contracting as she fucked herself back and forth over his stiffening large prick.
He grasped the crests of her hip bones and pulled her to him, penetrating to the very bottom of her pussy, and forcing his now hard cock tight against the end of her womb. She squeezed his balls where they lay against her thighs, enjoying the hairy wrinkled skin where it touched the tender skin of her notch.
She gyrated frantically, supporting the top half of her body on the cot and the bottom half on the tips of her toes. They came then, together, with all the power and speed of spontaneity, their muscles contracting as if some neural connection synchronized their two bodies. She felt herself losing control, first of her extremities, and then of her whole body as her spine seemed to melt and great gobs of jism spewed out from his balls, through the tube at the underside of his huge stiff cock, and up and out to the very depths of her pussy.
With each spurt of cum she squealed softly. When it was over, he fell panting on top of her sweating body. She felt a pang of regret that it was over when his cock dropped away with a soft pulpy sound.
Before the guard had dressed and left the cell, the Hauptmann entered. He began talking in a general way to Simone, but ended by hinting that the prison Bordello would be a much safer position in the hierarchy of the prison for Simone.
"Deborah was a member of the prison Bordello?" Simone ventured.
"She had the misfortune of being beaten by a fellow prisoner," the Hauptmann looked at Simone speculatively. "I believe you would like to make a statement to me now, wouldn't you?"
"I tell you I know nothing. I am innocent. Please!" she sobbed.
The Hauptmann only sighed, and motioned to the fat guard to bring Simone and follow him.
She was taken to a large storage room. There, she was stretched into a bent position in which her wrists could be handcuffed to her ankles. In this position her knees were squashing against her tits, but they still managed to force a riot stick under her bent knees and over the insides of her elbows. A cord was drawn behind under her armpits and around her back, and then attached to the middle of the nightstick between her knees. Another rope was slung from a pulley in the ceiling and attached to this central cord so that her body could be suspended by the rope under her shoulders. In this doubled-up dependent position her cunt and ass hung vulnerably downward.
Simone knew that in the position in which she was strapped, her soft slippery cuntlips were ready and pink between the white orbs of her ass cheeks. She had some idea of how such a sight would affect an ordinary man, and these Nazis were experts at sexual aggressiveness. Simone had never been turned on like this before, and she could imagine how it would feel to have an incredibly moist tongue licking her body as she hung there; licking her ankles, her legs, her thighs, her buttocks. Her suspended weight made her thighs press her breasts flat, and this made the taut nipples harden with anticipation.
Someone outside of Simone's field of restricted vision was hoisting her into the air. Her breasts were squeezed together by the rope under her armpits and the pressure under her knees. The handcuffs bit into the flesh of her ankles and wrists as her body weight was transferred to the rope.
Her body swung, disorienting her because she could only move her neck a few centimeters to either side. She knew she was swinging and rotating, and had no idea whether she was meters above the floor, about to crash down, or merely a centimeter away from safe contact.