Chapter 9
Since her arrival, Ilona had limited contact with the rigors of the camp as well as other inmates. She attributed her fate to a stroke of luck. Following Reicher about the camp, Ilona had a free moment to concentrate on her own fate.
She doubted her ability to please Reicher forever. When she would lose favor, he would dispose of her. Shari was a good example of that. She had been someone's mistress but it didn't influence Reicher when he sacrificed her for the sake of an experiment.
The two young girls Reicher had turned over the soldiers also demonstrated his indifference.
Ilona's brow furrowed in a frown. There were two things to worry about now! The demonstration she was to prepare for the following night and her own survival.
They passed two soldiers beating a prisoner senseless with their rifle butts. Reicher kept on walking. Ilona ignored them. This wasn't any kind of exquisite torture to enjoy. It was murder! To her, there was a difference!
After supper, Reicher allowed her to wander about the camp. He gave her a nine o'clock curfew. Ilona visited the infirmary. She asked for Dr. Kara-ly.
"Well, what's it this time?" he asked.
"I came over to thank you for all that you have done for me. Besides, I wanted someone to speak to."
"I'm flattered. But what about the people in your section? No one to speak to there?" he replied.
She shook her head. Her face flushed. "I don't sleep in a barracks. I'm Reicher's mistress."
"Oh!" Karaly said.
"Tell me," she asked, ignoring his succinct exclamation, "has anyone ever escaped from here?"
He looked at her in mild surprise. "Are you contemplating an escape?"
"Doesn't everyone? You haven't answered my question."
"As far as I know there has been only one successful escape. It took months of planning and preparation. In your ... er ... present assignment, I don't think it would be possible. You have to be assigned out in the fields beyond the inner gates. Even then, there is no guarantee it would work again!"
"Then ... then, it's hopeless!" Disappointment etched her lowered voice.
"There's always an injection of phenol into the heart!" he replied. "Within seconds, there is no pain and no more worry. Would you like that?"
She gave him a withering look. "I'm not ready to die yet! When I am, you will be the first to know!"
"I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I was just trying to impress upon you what there is here," he said in an apologetic tone.
"I understand! Good night!"
Ilona walked away dejected. She had hoped to find a solution. Instead, she found despair!
Back in Reicher's quarters, she fixed her pallet on the floor and stretched out. Sleep was an elusive escape. She tossed and turned wishing she had something to relax her. After several hours of fitful sleeplessness, Ilona dozed off.
She started to dream. All her victims were in the torture room. Ilona was suspended from the ceiling by her wrists. Each of her victims subjected her to the same cruel tortures she inflicted upon them. Ilona screamed aloud, waking herself up. Her body was coated with cold perspiration. She stared around the room, orienting herself. Glancing at Reicher's bed, she saw it was still empty.
Ilona had no idea what time it was! Lying back on the floor, she tried to fall asleep. Her nightmare wouldn't let her!
She jumped awake when the foot nudged her in the ribs. "Huhr!" she grunted in startled exclamation.
"What do you think this is, a country club? Get your lazy ass up! I want you to make preparations for tonight's show!" Reicher ordered.
Once awake, Ilona moved about quickly. Reicher expected her to give him her requirements for that evening. She had no more of an idea of what she was going to do than what the morning's breakfast would be!
"Where are we going to hold this show?" she asked.
"Ja! That's a good question! I don't want to hold it in that small room. That's an important factor! Where to have it! I'll check into the matter after breakfast and let you know."
She blew a sigh of relief. It wasn't a reprieve, just a delay! At least it gave her more time to think. After breakfast, Reicher left her to make arrangements for a suitable place to hold his show. Ilona toyed with several ideas and dismissed them. Not right! If she wasn't able to give him a satisfactory answer when he returned, it would all be over for her!
He returned an hour later. "Come with me! I want you to see where you are going to perform," he said.
They walked into a building which appeared to be a small theatre. It had a small auditorium and a stage.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked. "Tell me what you will need and I'll have it ready for you by tonight."
"Two young girls! About eighteen or nineteen with nice sized tits! Two young men! About twenty-two!" she qualified her request. She added a list of items; two non-poisonous snakes, two long lengths of small chains, a scalpel, two candles, and a speculum. Ilona also asked for the rope supports to be set a certain way for suspension of the victims' bodies.
Reicher rubbed his hands together in gleeful approval. "This sounds like you've outdone yourself. I can't wait to see this one!"
With her problem solved, Ilona also looked forward to that evening. She had a rough idea of what she intended to do. There was plenty of time to refine her plans. An exciting tingle coursed through her as she visualized her victims and the tortures she intended to inflict upon them.
Reicher was in good spirits during the evening meal. In a gesture of generosity, he gave Ilona a regular meal instead of a portion of his scraps.
As the hour for the exhibition approached, Ilona felt a nervous churning in her stomach. Part of it was attributed to nervousness. There was also the excitement of the sadistic torment she had planned. Her palms were sweating and her throat was dry. A lustful fever heated her blood, sending it bubbling through her nervous system.
For the occasion, she obtained a skirt and blouse to wear instead of a cumbersome dress. Ilona obtained Reicher's permission to remove the blouse in order to have more freedom of movement.
He escorted her into the small theatre. A number of officers were seated, waiting for the show to begin. Several greeted him with obscene banter. He grinned back, adding his own lewd comments.
Reicher gestured towards the stage and sat down. Ilona continued to the side of the stage and mounted steps to it.
Her victims were bound naked as she had requested. The two young men were suspended in a parallel position about two feet off the ground. Each arm and leg were fastened to a rope.
The girls were suspended in a different manner. They were upright, suspended about a foot off the ground. Separate ropes were attached to each arm and leg. Each leg was tied to a floor ring, holding them in a spread-eagled position.
When Ilona reached the stage, the audience applauded and whistled. A flush of excitement filled her face. She responded to the ovation. This was her thrilling moment! She trembled with carnal elation.
Picking up the two harmless snakes, she brought them in front of the two girls. Terrified shrieks chorused from their throats at the sight of the reptiles. They struggled against their bonds, squirming and twisting to escape the closensss of the snakes.
The audience roared with laughter, applauding their pleasure.
Ilona knew this would appeal to them. It was a psychological gambit! Her audience reacted to the frightened squeals of the girls although nothing was happening. It was a kind of window dressing to put the audience in the right mood to appreciate the rest of the show.
She flipped the snakes about the girls' necks like a collar. Her victims howled and cried out, twisting in frantic fear to rid themselves of the snakes.
A loud steady stream of quips came from the officers. They were enjoying the discomfort of the victims.
The snakes wriggled along the naked bodies and dropped to the ground. Ilona picked them up and placed them back in the cage.
Picking up the two lengths of chain, she swung them at the back of the first girl. The chain crashed against the back. Part of it curled about the ribs and slashed into the unprotected stomach. A scream of pain tore from the girl's throat. Her body jerked against the ropes. A cruel red welt marked the point of contact.
Ilona felt the lascivious titillation affecting her after the first blow. It was like the foreplay during her lovemaking with her husband. First, the increase in heart beat and pulse and the gentle pulsations in her loins! After that, the gradual buildup to the climax!
She moved with her eyes partially closed in a dream-like trance. Ilona felt the sensual chill travelling along her back. The nape of her neck bristled in erotic excitement.
Ilona swung the chain again, aiming for the hips. It struck across the buttocks. The front of the chain whipped into the girl's cunt. The girl became hysterical, screaming and crying. The sight of the new bruise increased Ilona's metabolism. She whipped the chain out again, catching the girl across the waist.
Some of the audience called out encouragement, urging her to exert more effort.
Their remarks enflamed the embers of cruel passion smoldering inside of her. Ilona whipped the chains again in rapid succession. A prolonged shriek of agony echoed in the theatre as the girl cried out.
The other girl looked on in helpless frightened sympathy. The men watched from their awkward confinement.
Ilona's victim struggled hopelessly against her bonds. Her back was a patchwork of fiery lacerations with the imprint of the chain links' outline.
There were tiny white areas showing. The front part of her body displayed the same bruises where the portion of the chains had struck.
The sounds from her audience, the girl's anguished shrieks, and the sight of the cruel welts increased Ilona's lustful ardor. She felt an acceleration in her respiration. Her eyes shone with a fanatical gleam. Moisture gathered in her cunt as her pussy licked its lips in lascivious anticipation.
She lashed out with the chains several more times until she broke the young tender flesh. Bloodied stripes trickled into other stripes creating a canvas of bright red flesh. The girl's screams of agony continued to reverberate in the auditorium.
Ilona was perspiring now from the heat of her passion and the effort exerted in the beating. Having received Reicher's permission earlier, Ilona removed her blouse. Whistles of appreciation greeted the gesture. Several of the officers offered obscene remarks. Ilona grinned in appreciation.
She picked up the two candles and moved towards the two men. The candles were inserted into their assholes. Lighting the candles, she said, "We're having a party here tonight! What would a party be without candles!"
Her remark was greeted with applause and ribald comments. Their reactions incited her more.
"Let me know if it gets too hot!" she joked.
Picking up the speculum, she approached the second girl. "Tell me dear, are you a virgin?"
The girl stared down in wide-eyed fear. "Please, please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded in a low voice.
"Louder!" Ilona yelled at her. "You still haven't answered my question! Are you a virgin?"
She began to sob. Her young firm breasts jiggled in an erratic dance. "I'm ... I'm ... a virgin!" she answered in tearful reply. "Please, please, don't hurt me!"
"Louder, louder! No one can hear you!" Ilona demanded.
Ilona thrilled to this role of power. It added to the turbulent passion churning within her. Her panties were soaked with the erogenous emission induced by an erotic exhilaration. She squeezed her thighs together to increase the thrilling friction against her cunt.
She pushed the flanged lips of the medical instrument into the throat of the girl's snatch. Squeezing the handles of the speculum, Ilona began to stretch the cuntal lips.
"Oh, no, no!" the girl moaned in a low wail. "Please, no, no!"
A squeal of pain escaped the girl's throat. Blood dripped from her pussy as the hymen ripped open. "Please, don't hurt me anymore. I can't take pain!"
The girl's statement enflamed Ilona's passions more. "Pain is pleasure, my dear!" she told her. "So far, all I've done is taken away your cherry! Every woman loses that and it isn't so terrible! Here! You will love this!"
A malevolent smile creased Ilona's face. She was feeling the girl's fear and pain and it excited her. A desire to interrupt this torture and start fucking came over her. The urge was strong! Her temples were pounding! All her senses were filled with a lustful exhilaration. Nothing mattered except inflicting more pain and increasing the erotic ecstasy permeating her body.
She continued to stretch the girl's snatch making her cry out in agonized screams. Ilona placed two fingers into the dilated snatch. Her fingers splashed in the warm moist fountain of blood. The tactile contact caused her to have a mild orgasm. A small flow of come was discharged into her already saturated panty crotch.
Ilona continued to push her penetrating fingers deeper into the violated twat. The contact of her hand probing at the throat of the bleeding cunt sent shivers of carnal rapture through her. She continued to stretch the cunt lips. Withdrawing the two fingers, Ilona introduced three fingers. The pressure on the girl's pussy made her scream in hysterical despair.
"Soon, soon!" Ilona said in soothing tones. "You will feel a joy you never felt before! Just a little more pain and you will experience a sexual happiness that you would never believe you could achieve!"
She continued to force her fingers deeper into the girl's vaginal vestibule. Five fingers had gained partial entry. Ilona maintained a steady pressure and managed to insert her hand deep inside the vaginal sheath.
Her fingers pressed into the cuntal walls feeling the pliant muscles of the erogenous snatch. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, enjoying an ex-hilerating surge of ecstatic rapture. Her hand was buried up to her wrist in the girl's torn cunt.
Ilona had ripped the pussy. Blood from the lacerated twat spilled over her hand. Her exploring fingers touched the cervix. She began to piston her hand in a slow coital imitation. The simulated fuck sent shudders of erotic rapture through her. Ilona closed her eyes and imagined a tremendous cock was fucking her cunt.
The girl stopped struggling and screaming. She had fainted from the excruciating agony. Ilona kept moving her fist inside the ruptured cunt lips. Her fingers stroked the resilient, warm, moist flesh of the vagina's walls.
She was like a child enjoying playing with mud! Feeling the soft, comforting, luxuriant texture! Ilona pulled her hand out and the flow of blood increased.
Examining her hand, Ilona stared at the coating of claret, fascinated at the sight. She had achieved a strong orgasmic reaction to the sadistic violation of the girl's snatch. No other similar encounter aroused her as much as this one!
She pressed her hand against the girl's tits, wiping off the blood. Most of the excess was removed.
The two men were swinging to and fro. Ilona watched with malevolent enjoyment as the hot melted" wax dripped around the sphincters of their asses.
Their bodies twisted in an attempt to shake off the searing effects of the molten wax. She saw their contorted faces, bravely trying to hold back cries of pain. Her lips spread in a cruel smile.
"It's your turn to discover the pleasures of pain," she said. Removing the candle from the ass of one of her victims, Ilona tilted the candle with the flame pointing downward. Large drops of hot wax dripped into the sphincter. The man remained silent, stoically enduring the burning pain.
Ilona blew out the candle. "You are not cooperating!" she said in a chiding tone.
"Buz meg!" he cursed.
"I can't fuck myself!" she answered in clipped tones. "But I can fuck you!"
Picking up the speculum, she jammed it into his anus. She squeezed the handles viciously, forcing a small opening in the puckered brownish hole. Her eyes shone with a lustful gleam as she shoved two fingers into the elastic lips of the sphincter.
The lining of his rectal sheath was warm and moist like the girl's cunt. Her heart pounded with rapid pulsations of erotic exhilaration. Fist fucking the girl had sent tremors of ecstatic delirium through her. Every nerve within Ilona had tingled with intense erotic rapture.
She never believed such erogenous abuse could induce the kind of reaction she experienced!
In her sexual relationship with men, Ilona had tasted the basic varieties of carnal contact. She had sucked cock, been fucked in the ass and cunt, and savored the erotic joy of being eaten. This moment was a form of sweet revenge! For the first time, she was fucking a man! Her hand was the phallic instrument!
The constricted lips of the asshole yielded in grudging surrender as it stretched from the pressure of the speculum. A low moan of anguish dribbled from the man's lips. Ilona's sadistic smile became a broad grin. She would make this bastard scream yet! And she would enjoy the perverse pleasure of climaxing, triggered by her victim's agonizing shrieks of pain!
A small fissure appeared at his asshole. She saw a pencil-thin line of blood appear. Tightening her grip, Ilona forced the sphincter open wider. The man cried out in pain! Three fingers forced their way into the hole.
The sound of retching in back of her made her turn around. Her first female victim had revived and was throwing up. Ilona laughed and turned back to the sodomitic assault.
She had managed to insert five fingers into the torn anal aperture. Keeping up the painful pressure, Ilona gained access with her fist. Blood was spurting upward and over her hand. The sight and feel of the warm red liquid sent titillating currents into her pussy.
Her hand was imbedded in the man's asshole. She shuttled her fist in jerky rapid thrusts. The man screamed and stiffened for a brief moment. She felt his body slacken. Ilona kept fist fucking the ripped asshole.
She lost all sense of presence! The erotic rapture induced by the lustful torture transported Ilona to a plateau of intense erotic stimulation. She was aware only of the sensual exhilaration permeating her senses. In her cunt, vibrant orgasmic pulsations released a heavy flood of come.
Removing her fist, she saw the mixed coloring of shit and blood. She wiped her hand all over the man's back trying to rid herself of the offal.
A cruel glint shone in her eyes as she turned her attention to her final victim.
Ilona approached him and patted him on the buttocks. "You are the fortunate one! No beating with chains or tearing your asshole open! I feel compassionate! You will not suffer much!"
Her hand held the scalpel. The victim tried to watch her movements as she drew closer. She captured his balls in the palm of one hand. With a quick slash, Ilona cut a slit in the back of the scrotum. The man screamed in pain and passed out.
Ilona was annoyed at his lack of consideration for her sadistic pleasure. In ager, she hacked at the scrotum, severing his balls from the rest of his prick.
She turned to her audience and was greeted by cheers and applause. Ilona thrilled to the response. It had been a very exciting evening. Picking up her blouse, she put it on.
Reicher met her as she came down the stairs of the stage. His eyes gleamed in victorious elation. "You did not disappoint me!" he told her. "Tomorrow, we will train others like you. We will have a glorious time as we expand this program! Go back to my quarters and wash up. Later, I will have some refreshments served as a reward for your excellent work."
Ilona walked out of the theatre with the compliments still filling her ears.
The thrill of the evening left her unfulfilled. She had to do something to alleviate the strong urge for real sex. Perhaps later, Reicher might fuck her or have some kind of sex with her!
She was tempted to pick up some soldier and fuck with him.
Walking out the door into the cool night air, Ilona's ardor cooled a little. She was met by Dr.
Karaly.
"You must be proud of that carnage you left behind you!" he said. "Congratulations! You are now a member of a very select group! A bunch of depraved sadistic animals!"
His sarcastic remark brought her back to a sense of reality. Karaly's cold reception and the cool night air sobered her. Ilona lost her lascivious urge.
She was angry with him for calling attention to her despicable conduct. Her face grew hot with irritation.
"One must survive and do what is necessary to accomplish this!" she answered.
"I would rather die with dignity and a clear conscience than remain alive in dishonor and a dead conscience!" he said.
"I might be able to accommodate you!" she snapped.
"I've heard you've been capable of putting people out of their misery. At least when they died, they were rid of you," he said, walking away.
"Buz meg!" she shouted after his departing back.
Karaly stopped, turned and smiled sadly. "These Nazi bastards did a thorough job on you! You're as bad as they are! What a shame!"
She stood trembling with fury, incensed by his remarks. A jumble of words leaped into her mind. He was out of earshot before she could retort. Her knuckles whitened as her fingers tightened on the bloodied scalpel still in her hands.
Her clenched grip on the instrument gave her a moment of panic. Ilona had walked out of the theatre with a weapon in her hand! If they caught her with it, she would be killed! Her first impulse was to throw the scalpel away. No, that wouldn't do! If they found it, they would know who threw it away!
A mischievous smiled played on her lips. A wild plan came to her mind! It was a dangerous one! But it offered a way to get even with Karaly for his remarks; it also offered a way to escape!
Karaly was right! She was as bad as their captors. If she could escape, she could try to redeem herself!