Chapter 10
Ilona reached Reicher's quarters, pleased with her hastily contrived plan of escape. She filled up the tub and took a bath, washing off the blood encrusted on her hands. There was also the dried perspiration of her heated passion.
She dried herself off and waited for Reicher's return. He would be celebrating the success of his project, no doubt! And who made the major contribution to that success? None other than herself!
Ilona was counting on that to bring her plan to fruition. He came in, a little before midnight, singing off-key in a happy drunken voice.
"You did a good job, bitch! I've got great plans!"
"It was my pleasure, Herr Lieutenant! You promised refreshments as a reward. Would the Herr Lieutenant be interested in considering a suggestion for a little amusement? At the same time, I would feel it reward enough for pleasing you," she said.
He clapped his hands several times. "Naturalich! I am always in the mood for amusement! What would you like to do?"
"There is this Jew doctor in the infirmary! I would like to have him come here and be degraded by me. I have a feeling he dislikes me," she lied, "and I want to make him grovel. After that, we can torture him to death!"
Ilona knew a direct accusation might sign Karaly's death warrant. Suspicion was something else!
"Ja! I think that might be amusing! What's his name?"
Reicher called up a guardhouse and ordered Karaly to be brought to his quarters. Ilona felt the excitement mounting within her. So far her plan was working! There was also the thrilling exhileration of the sex she intended to have with Karaly. So he hated her for the acts she had committed! He would hate her more when she finished with him!
Karaly was ushered into Reicher's quarters. He assumed a humble attitude. "Yes, Herr Lieutenant? Is there something I can do for you?"
"My assistant has the impression that you dislike her. Is there any truth to it?" Reicher asked.
Karaly's face remained impassive. He glanced at Ilona who gave him a slight shake of her head.
"I don't know why she has that impression. In fact I had occasion to treat her twice at the infirmary. I have never given her cause to think that way," the doctor replied.
"Then if you do not dislike me, perhaps you would be willing to do something for me to show there are no hard feelings," Ilona said. She was luring him into her trap.
"Certainly! What would you like me to do?" Karaly asked.
"Lick my ass and cunt!" Ilona declared. Her face was wreathed in a mischievious smile.
"You sneaky bitch!" Reicher chuckled. "You are getting devious!" He turned to Karaly. "Well? What do you have to say."
Karaly looked at Ilona, his face empty of any emotion. She was anoyed by the lack of any reaction. "I am here to do your bidding. Whatever pleases you! How do you want me to start?"
Ilona removed her clothing, displaying her nude body. Her groin was discolored and marred by the ugly scars. If sucking her cunt was offensive to Karaly; how much more it should be looking at the disfigured pussy.
She lay down on the floor. "Lick my ass and cunt!" she demanded. "Make sure you do a good job! I want to feel that you enjoy satisfying me!"
Ilona laughed. She was enjoying this moment. The sanctimonious bastard was going to kiss her ass and cunt! She would try to make it as difficult for him as possible!
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable lying on a bed?" Karaly asked.
"I prefer the floor. By the way! Take off your clothes. I want to make sure you are enjoying sucking me off." She giggled. "I'll be able to see better with your clothes off."
Karaly took off his clothes and knelt between her thighs. "No, no!" Ilona protested. "Get on top of me with your cock over my face!" she insisted.
He took up the position, kneeling above her. She glanced up to see his balls and shrunken cock dangling over her face. Ilona reached up, cupping Karaly's balls in a gentle caress. The contact made her hand tingle. The titillating current sped into her blood stream.
A moist velvety tongue slid into her moist erogenous trench. His lingual spatula swept back and forth in lambent teasing licks. She sucked in her breath in a soft ecstatic hiss.
"Lick my ass!" Ilona demanded. . His tongue, its tantilizing lascivious licks arousing her passions, made Ilona recall the dog incident. She remembered the erotic sensation of the dog's tongue rooting in her asshole and cunt. Moisture leaked out of her cuntal pores induced by the memory and Karaly's efforts. Ilona uttered a low moan of rapturous approval.
"Ohhhrrrr! Esz yo! Esz yo! It's good! It's good!" she groaned in Hungarian.
Ilona trembled with sensual agitation as the moist tantilizing tongue slithered along her perineum. It travelled into her asscrack and found the puckered brownish hole. His tongue swirled about the tight sphincter, increasing her carnal passion. The tip stiffened and tried to penetrate the constricted asshole.
The sensual stimulation of the lingual massage sent ecstatic slivers of rapture slicing into her twat. She felt the electrifying lascivious currents radiating from her aroused pussy. Her eyes were shuttered to keep in the erotic bliss filling her senses.
Ilona opened her eyes for a brief moment. Karaly's cock was still dormant. She reached up for his shrunken piece and gave it a soft squeeze. "I want to see you enjoying what you're doing! Let's see a good stiff prick!"
She stroked it several times, tugging on it roughly. "Now suck my cunt!" she demanded.
Karaly's tongue retraced the wet trail back to her salivating snatch. He laved her mutilated pubes, stabbing his oral dagger into her cuntal scabbard. His tongue twisted and turned like a corkscrew. The oral stimulation evoked a voluptuous tingling of her nerve endings.
She squirmed, rubbing her ass against the carpeted floor. Using strong long licks, Karaly sent his tongue back and forth between her clitty and the cunt hole.
Ilona crooned a soft sigh as his mouth closed over the crest of her slit. "Ahherrr!" With the suction of a pneumatic tube, he vacuumed her clitoris into his mouth.
He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitty taut. His teeth nestled about the base of the venereal node in a gentle clamp. She thought he would bite it off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitoris firmly anchored. He stretched the erogenous flesh and shipped it with his caressing tongue.
She toyed with his balls and cock. Playing with them to induce a libidinous response. Ilona disliked the lack of any erotic reaction to this carnal act. She wanted him to be equally aroused.
A strong temptation to hurt him came over her. Ilona restrained herself. She needed him for her planned escape later on. This routine was sufficiently degrading to him and helped to ease her imagined insult.
"Come on! Make me come!" she demanded.
Karaly pushed one finger up her asshole and another into her snatch. Her hips gave a convulsive jerk at the twin insertions. He maintained his oral hold on her clitoris while his fingers frigged her holes.
Ilona tumbled her hips in a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion ignited the smoldering embers in her cunt. The heat permeated her body.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in erotic delight. Ilona was turned on by his stimulating efforts. Her nose caught the smells emanating from his body. It was a mixed odor. A partial fetid smell mixed with an antiseptic odor from the infirmary. The scent added to her erotic arousal.
Lancing shivers rolled up her spine. The delirious throbs in her snatch became more intense. Karaly's dual frigging added to the intensity of lascivious turbulence palpitating in her damp twat. His mouth coninued to stimulate the erogenous little button under the hood of her cuntal cowl.
"Ohhhrrr!" she growled, rocking her hips in cadence with the erotic tantalizing of his mouth. Ilona shoved her pussy into his face. An orgasmic whirlpool swirled inside her snatch. The height of her sexual arousal was at its peak.
Ilona was in throes of a violent sensual thrill. Her pelvis churned in response to his active mouth and fingers. A surge of ecstatic exhilaration pumped into her blood stream.
She came, loosing a flood of turbulent orgasmic juices. Karaly's face was buried into her spasming crotch. A shout of delirious parture escaped her lips.
"Oh, Esz yo, esz yo! It's good, it's good!" she exclaimed. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Suck my come out!"
He withdrew his fingers from her ass and cunt. His mouth fitted over her discharging snatch. Kara-ly sucked in with deep inspiration, draining the copious fluid out of her cunt. His tongue reached into the damp cavern to extract any residue.
She noticed his prick had swollen to a decent sized hard-on. So! He was still capable of getting aroused! Ilona was tempted to suck his cock! Or even jerk him off to release the come stored up in his balls!
The hell with it! Let him suffer with the hard-on!
"Enough, enough!" she called out. "You may stop licking my cunt!"
Karaly stood up, his chin glistening with a mixture of his saliva and her come.
"Well, have I proven there are no ill feelings between us?" he asked her.
"As far as I'm concerned, the only thing you proved was the ability to lick my ass and cunt," she answered.
Reicher laughed at her tone of voice. It was in keeping with the arrogant callow manner reserved for their victims. She had deliberately spoken that way to impress Reicher.
"Well! All that I have seen is a lot of pussy licking!" Reicher complained. "Where is that delightful touch of sadism you displayed earlier tonight!"
"I will need your help. I have been enjoying myself while you have been missing all the fun. This time we shall work together on this one! I am sure you will want to take part!" she said.
His head bobbed in eager agreement. His lips creased in a silly grin. "Ja! Ja! I would like that! I have been watching you have all the fun! What will we do with this one?"
"First, get some rope and help me tie him down to a chair," Ilona replied.
Reicher staggered from the room. "You really are sick!" Karaly said. "Will the sadistic torture of my body satisfy the madness that has twisted your mind?"
"Shut up and co-operate! You are going to be surprised before the night is over!" she replied.
An eyebrow shifted in mild surprise at her statement. He fell silent at Reicher's appearance.
"Sit down in that chair!" Reicher ordered. Karaly sat down, keeping his eyes on Ilona. Ilona moved with silent steps towards a small statuette. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Ilona hoped Reicher couldn't hear the excitement churning within her.
She brought the statuette down hard on Reicher's head. He crumpled to the ground with a soft groan. Ilona felt a piquant intoxication from the attack on Reicher.
"What have you done?" Karaly exclaimed. "You have signed your death warrant! You will never get out of here alive! When they catch up to you, your life won't be worth two kronas!"
"We're going to escape tonight! You and I! Together we'll leave this hell-hole and find sanctuary!" she said.
Ilona's breathing was rapid. They would have to hurry! Why was this stupid prick holding a debate with her, she thought!
"All right! You must have some kind of a plan or else you wouldn't have gone this far! How are we going to get out of this camp with the searchlights shining down on us and with Reicher unconscious?" he asked.
"Very simple! We will take off Reicher's clothes and you will wear his uniform. We will take a stroll out on the camp grounds. The guards well see an officer with his woman. You will have a gun! We will steal a car and escape!"
Karaly gave her a look of incredulity.
"I can see by your expression that you don't think it will work!" she said. "We have nothing to lose! We are dead already! And it is such a wild plan that it may work!"
He shook his head. "You know! It may work after all! Help me take his clothes off!"
They undressed Reicher, removing his uniform. His nude body was propped up on a chair. He was tied down securely. Ilona looked around for a gag and improvised one with a handkerchief and a scarf.
She went to the bathroom and returned with a basin of cold water. Throwing it into Reicher's face, Ilona revived him.
His alcoholic glazed eyes focused on her and shifted to "Karaly dressed in his uniform. The uniform was a little snug on the doctor. Reicher didn't seem to be concerned about the fit. The presence of the two had a sobering effect upon him.
He struggled against his bonds but he was unable to get free. The cords in his throat stood out in bold relief as he strained to cry out. His eyes were wide in angry fear.
"Save your strength, Herr Lieutenant! You will need it! We are going to attempt an escape! Before we go, I want to give you a gift! I want to thank you for all that you have done to me and for me! I intend to repay you!"
She produced the scalpel and flashed it before his eyes. "I am going to treat you to pain! Unfortunately, we do not have enough time to prolong any agony! So after I have my little fun, I am going to cut your balls off! Now isn't that nice of me?"
A maniacal gleam shone in Ilona's eyes. She smiled, her lips twisted in a malevolent smirk.
"In heaven's name! You've gone mad and will jeopardize any possible success for our escape!" Karaly exclaimed in surprised disbelief.
Muffled protests filtered past the improvised gag as Reicher struggled to speak. Violent rocking shook the chair as he attmepted to break free.
Ilona turned to answer the doctor and turned her attention back to Reicher. Her hand reached out and clutched his balls in the palm of one hand. The fingers closed slowly about the soft agates.
A feverish excitement made her eyes shine with a demonic lust. The tactile contact sent an ecstatic shiver down her spine. Her cunt began to dampen with the piquant eorgenous rapture evoked by her hold on Reicher's balls. She closed her eyes and inhaled in ecstatic intoxication.
"See how easy it is mein Herr! My! You have lovely balls! Can't you feel that lovely pain when I squeeze them like this?" Her hands closed over the balls and his body jerked in pain.
"Please through pain, you said! Once you pass the threshold, it is beautiful, nicht wahr? Isn't that the way you described it?" she taunted in mocking tones.
"Ilona, stop it!" Karaly insisted.
"Not yet! Not yet! I was his star pupil. He taught me how to inflict pain on others! I learned the perverted pleasures of making others suffer in order to enjoy the thrilling joys of torture. I even had the honor of being subjected to personal agony and degradation!" She spoke in a hushed voice. "And now, I'm repaying him for all of it! Isn't that fair?"
Her fingers crushed the spongy testicles while she watched Reicher's face. She didn't want him to pass out yet. His agony must last for a while for her to exult during this glorious moment.
He bounced on the chair, his movements limited by the ropes holding him down. Muffled screams sifted through the gag. She watched Reicher, her face beaming at the sight of his agony. A lascivious intoxication made her dizzy with the erotic rapture evoked by Reicher's pain.
Ilona's pussy was sweating from the carnal stimulation. She had an urge to satisfy the burgeoning lust within her by having Karaly fuck her.
"Alright! You've had your fun! Let's go!" Karaly urged in impatience.
"Just a few minutes more!" Ilona replied. "I'm almost finished!"
Her eyes stared into Reicher's face. He couldn't mistake the expression on her face! She leered in sadistic relish at his frantic distress.
"Should I squeeze your balls until you pass out from the pain? Or should I cut your balls off?" Ilona flashed the scalpel in front of his face.
Reicher made a frenzied attempt to escape his bonds. He emitted wild grunt through his gag.
Karaly grabbed at her hand. Ilona stepped away, evading his attempt. She slashed at him, cutting the empty air. A wild look glazed her eyes.
"Keep away from me!" she snarled at the doctor. "I have work to do! Do you want this animal to breed more like him? The super race! A race of sadistic bastards! Don't stop me or I'll kill you too! I want my revenge!"
Like a predatory tigress, she sprang back towards Reicher. Her hand reached out for his balls and she slashed at the imprisoned scrotum with the scalpel.
A geyser of blood spurted out at her. Some of it splashed into her face. Reicher's body made a final frantic lunge and the body went limp. Ilona continued to hack away at his prick, severing it from his crotch.
An exhilarating elation coursed through her body. Ilona's head throbbed with strong pulsations. An orgasm of termendous force detonated deep in the bowels of her cunt. Her nostrils flared in ecstatic rapture as she watched life-giving blood pour from Reicher's crotch.
A sharp slap in the face stunned her and knocked her onto the floor. Ilona shook her head. She was momentarily dazed. Looking up, she saw Karaly's shocked expression.
"You're crazy! What have you done? I could condone killing Reicher! But this way?" He grimaced and shuddered. "How could you have done such a thing?"
"It's very easy once you have been trained to do it. You wouldn't understand!" she replied. "Let me wash the blood off and we'll leave!"
A new excitement flooded her as they stepped outside the quarters. This was a daring feat! Attempting an escape after killing a German officer! Ilona was certain the shock and the unstemmed bleeding would kill Reicher.
An inquisitive searchlight played over their figures as they strolled towards the motor pool. Karaly pretended a drunken interest in Ilona. He nuzzled his face in her shoulder and staggered a little. His hand waved at the tower guards in a friendly salute while his face remained hidden on Ilona's shoulder.
"What are they doing?" Karaly whispered.
Ilona stole a look at the tower. "They're waving back!" The searchlight swept over them and continued its vigil over the area.
"I'm glad that's over!" he sighed in relief. "I haven't been this nervous since I performed my first operation."
She chuckled in a light derisive laugh. "What's nervous? A mild case of fear! You haven't known fear until you've been beaten or your life threatened! Be thankful I appreciate what you've done for me in the hospital. We're still not out of the camp!"
"I think trying to get some form of transportation out of here would be dangerous," Karaly offered.
"You're right! We'll pretend we're taking a lovers' stroll and walk past the gate," she answered.
They continued on until they reached the guard. "Halte!" the guard commanded. They stopped. Ilona's heartbeat accelerated. She hoped Karaly could convince the guard he was a German officer.
She still had the scalepl clutched in a hand. Her hand was hidden in the sweater she wore. Ilona flashed a smile at the guard and moved closer to him. She had no compunction about killing him.
Karaly made an attempt to convince the guard he was an officer out for a stroll. Ilona watched the guard's reaction. It wasn't going to work! She suddenly realized what was wrong! Karaly had several days' growth on his face! No German officer would be that unkempt!
"Keep him from crying out or firing his rifle!" Ilona ordered in Hungarian, still smiling at the soldier.
Karaly sprang forward reaching for the trigger guard of the rifle with one hand. The other hand shot forward, the fingers clamping into the windpipe! Ilona's hidden hand came out of concealment. She moved quickly! The scalpel jabbed into the guard's stomach. She twisted the small knife and pulled it out.
The guard went limp and Karaly took the rifle.
"Let's get out of here!" he urged in a desperate voice.
They walked at a quick pace instead of running. They wanted to get past the outer gate perimeter. Karaly warned her about sudden movement. It could attract a searchlight.
Ilona hoped there were no other guards. They had two weapons now; a rifle and Reicher's Luger! She had her scalpel but the next time she might not be as lucky!
For the moment, fate smiled with favor upon them. They followed the railroad tracks. Covering about a hlaf mile, they began to run. They ran until they were out of breath.
"We're about four kilometres away from the camp. We can stop now and take a little rest," Karaly said. "But we must keep moving! Once they find the dead guard or Reicher, they'll be after us. And they can move faster with their motorcars!"
"Thanks!" Ilona gasped, inhaling and exhaling in quick gulps. "I'm sorry about my treatment back there. I had to make it look convincing! If you know what I mean!"
"That's all right!" Karaly answered. "I understand. Besides, I enjoyed it."
"Did you, really?" she asked. "I wish we had some more time and we weren't in such a hurry. I would like to enjoy sex with you the proper way."
"Perhaps I can accommodate you! But we have to get out of here and get more distance between us and the camp! Maybe we can find some haystack on a farm and hide out there," he answered.
"All right!" she agreed. "I've caught my breath!
Let's go!"
The two hurried along the railroad tracks in a light trot. In a few more hours, it would be daylight. By that time, the camp would be alerted to the deaths of the guard and Reicher. Also, the their disappearance!
Switching away from the railroad tracks, they made their way through the countryside. They were searching for a farm where they could hide out during the daytime.
Karaly pointed towards a farmhouse and several mounds of hay on the horizon. They hurried towards their destination. Karaly burrowed into the haystack, trying to make it as inconspicuous as possible. Ilona crawled in after him.
"I think we should rest for a few hours, Get some sleep and move on," he suggested.
"We'll need some food and you'll have to get a shave if you want to continue your masquerade as an S.S. officer!" she answered. "Maybe we can bluff our way later at the farmhouse. In the meantime, before we take our nap, how about showing me that you like me?"
He fumbled with his trousers to release his cock for action. Ilona sank her scalpel into his stomach.
His eyes widened in pained shock. "Why, why?" he gasped.
Ilona grinned at him malevolently. "I only needed you to get out of the camp. You are a liability now. I will be able to move among the civilians easier without you. That uniform would make us very conspicuous. It's a shame I had to kill you. But it's a matter of survival! Too bad! I was beginning to like you!"
"You bitch!" Karaly groaned before he died.
Ilona removed the wristwatch Karaly had taken from Reicher. She went through the pockets, searching for valuables. Satisfied with her scavenging, Ilona moved out of the haystack and covered up the hole. She tried to hide any signs of anyone's presence.
She moved towards the farmhouse. Her mind was racing to make up a believable story. Ilona was hungry and tired. Only the incentive to remain alive and free kept her going!
A man came out of the house. Ilona greeted him in German, smiling. He answered in Polish. A communication problem! That wasn't too bad! She had managed to survive worse difficulties.