Chapter 1
Ilona Weisz shuddered as the mass of humanity crowded into the railroad car were freed. It was a cool September night. For ten hours, she and the other prisoners had been jammed into the clacking freight car.
Her nostrils were filled with the scent of sweating bodies, the overwhelming odor of excrement. At times Ilona had thought she would faint. Several of the other prisoners had already slumped to the floor and Ilona suspected they were dead, suffocated in the press of bodies.
At the unloading platform adjacent to the concentration camp, the sickening smell of burning flesh swept through the car. The frightening realization that it was really happening to her made Ilona draw her light top coat tighter against her body to hide inside the protective covering.
Ilona had heard the sinister whispers of the brutality at the S.S. run concentration camps. Of the degradation and horror in the crematoriums.
Her legs were stiff from the long confinement in the packed box car. Outside, guards with guns and ragged inmates with whips prodded the prisoners off the train and into the barbed wire encampment. Huge searchlights played over the unfortunate group.
"Schnell, Schnell!" the commands in German were shouted, demanding the prisoners to hurry.
AUSCHWITZ! The sign outside the boxcar made Ilona tremble. She had heard stories about the camp nobody ever came back from.
She was herded out of the boxcar with the others and was forced to remove her clothes in front of the leering guards. Men and women were separated into two lines that passed a desk where a clerk took their names and another clerk tattooed a number on their arms.
Ilona shivered a little from the cold and the embarrassment of being naked and the fear. Mostly the fear. A black coated camp officer was staring at her naked body, his eyes probing her bare breasts and exposed crotch.
Ilona Weisz was a Hungarian Jewess. She was twenty-eight with the lithe body of an eighteen-year-old. When her family had been arrested, her husband and two children had been shoved into another truck and she hadn't seen them again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp tingling pain of the tattoo needle etching numbers in her arm.
As Ilona moved with the flow of the line, the officer eyeing her pushed his riding crop across her tits. She stopped, her nipples mushrooming at the unexpected sting of leather across her breast flesh.
"I want to interrogate this prisoner!" he said.
"Jawhol, Obersturmbannfuhrer!"
A German soldier pushed Ilona out of the line. The officer turned on his heel and walked out of the building. The soldier put his hand on her. She followed and the cool September night made her shiver again. Ilona doubted the officer's intentions to question her.
Her large round breasts with the deep valley between them held his attention while she was being processed.
In spite of two children, Ilona managed to keep her figure. Her stomach was still flat, dipping into the inviting hairy mound between her thighs.
They moved into a large stone building. The officer passed into a large, bare, cell-like room. The only furniture was a table and a chair. Fastened into the wall were four shackles.
"If you would be so kind as to step against the wall!" the officer said.
Ilona looked at the table and saw an assortment of cruel instruments of torture. She realized she was going to be interrogated, but not in any standard way. Terror filled her body and she turned to flee.
The guard in back of her struck her in the stomach with the butt of his gun. She gasped in pain as she doubled over. She never experienced such sharp pain. Ilona's mouth worked in silent movement, sucking in air. Tears of pain filled her eyes.
Her body was half carried, half dragged towards the wall. The jab in her stomach reduced her to a semi-docile state. She was slammed up against the wall and her wrists were locked into the manacles.
"No, no!" she protested. The guard shoved her ankles into the metal bracelets and locked them in. He left, closing the door and leaving her alone with the officer.
She watched her intended tormentor playing with the instruments on the table. He wasn't very tall. Light blue eyes shone with wild lustre behind rimless glasses. A slight paunch protruded from his uniform. He had a small round face with pouting sensuous lips.
"Why ... why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was a frightened gasp.
"When I saw you, I knew you were a woman who enjoys sexual pleasure. There is much pleasure in pain. What is more exciting than to have painful sexual pleasure?" he answered. "Nicht wahr?"
She knew by the gleam in his eyes and his answer that she would experience untold pain, never experienced before.
"Please, please!" she pleaded. "What do you want me to do? Whatever you want! I'll do it! Only please, please don't hurt me!"
He chuckled in a sadistic laugh. "But my dear! After I am finished with you, you will do whatever I want regardless."
He reached out and captured her tits in the palm of his hands. Ilona trembled at his touch as her firm round mounds of flesh were hefted. Her tits were squeezed, testing the sensuous resiliency of the erogenous flesh.
Ilona's tits were studded with ruby discs the size of a quarter. Each was studded with a thick nipple. He fastened his lips to one nipple, mouthing it with greedy sucking sounds.
Had Alex, her husband, been sucking on her breasts, Ilona would respond in thrilling approval. Instead, she felt a sickening revulsion. She was an unwilling victim to a rape. It was better to have it done this way than to be subjected to some barbaric torture.
Suddenly, she screamed. He had bitten into her tit just above the areola. She felt his teeth digging into the soft tender flesh of her tit. A sharp lancing pain filled her tit. It shot through her body.
"Ahhrrggg!" Ilona screamed from the biting pain.
He drew his head away and smiled. "Ah! Scream to your heart's content! No one can hear you! Besides, the more you scream, the more we will both enjoy this moment."
Ilona's vision was blurred with tears of pain. "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me? Have mercy! Please, please!" she begged.
She doubted if he would show any signs of compassion. In a desperate bid, Ilona tried to appeal to his sense of decency.
"I have told you what I want! Now let us enjoy ourselves together!"
He took some cord from the table and began to bind her tits with them. The thick cord was twined about her soft breasts in a tight bind. She felt the rope biting into her flesh. Her body shook with sobs. Tears streamed down her face. Her pleas for mercy were ignored.
"My dear!" he said. "This pain is nothing compared to the other pleasures I have planned for you."
A pair of small pincers appeared in his hand. Ilona's eyes widened in horror as he approached her. "No, no!" she screamed. "Oh, please, no!"
His free hand parted the hairy lips of her cunt. "My! What a lovely cunt you have! We will enjoy my fucking it. In the meantime ...!
The voice trailed off as he applied the pincers to the erogenous stem of her clitoris. A hysterical piercing cry tore from her throat. Ilona felt the lancing pain cut into her clitoris and shoot into her brain. It was a torturous sliver of agony that cut into her body.
This man was a fiendish maniac!
An anguished cry ripped from her throat as the excruciating pain filled her tortured clitoris. Her body twisted and writhed in pain. She strained at her shackles in a hopeless effort to tear free. Disoriented phrases poured from her lips.
"No, wo! Stop, Stop! I'm dying, I'm dying! You're killing me! Please, please! I confess, I confess! Whatever you want! Fuck me, fuck me! Tell me what ymt want! I love you, I love you! Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler!"
Her tits felt numb. Ilona forgot about the pain in her breasts. The agony enflaming her cunt made her forget about her tits. She doubted if she could endure any more pain Ilona was ready to confess or do anything to stop the diabolical torture.
In her pain twisted mind, she tried to find some solace in the thought she had committed some sin. At least she could relate this violent abuse as a kind of purgatory!
She shifted about in a wild writhing. Her movements were limited by the confining shackles. Anguished screams stretched the chords of her neck.
Her pelvis jerked as her tormentor shoved three fingers up into her cunt. It felt as though he was trying to rip her cunt open. A volley of loud hysterical cries tore from her lips. Mingled with her cries were tearful emotional pleas of mercy.
The pain became so intense in Ilona's cunt that she passed out. It was a merciful release from the excruciating torture.
There was a sudden sharp explosion in her brain. Like the sharp pop of a fuse breaker.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. A shocking cold dampness brought her back to the world of tormented reality. Ilona shook her head in a dazed attempt to clear her mind.
She realized she had passed out and ice cold water had been poured over her head to revive her. There was a sharp painful throb in her loins. They had taken her off the wall. Instead, she was fastened to a table, face down. Her legs dangled over the edge of the table, making her ass vulnerable to any kind of attack.
"So!" her tormentor exclaimed. He was standing in front of the table, watching her. His thumb and forefinger were clamped to the bottom of a cigarette held in his mouth. "You are back with us again, nein? That is good!"
Ilona looked up at him. Her pain numbed brain cleared and she saw his nude body. It was as ugly as his perverted mind! She saw his paunch uncovered. It was more pronounced. Underneath the bulge of fat hung his prick.
His cock was semi-erect. The thick stem of erogenous flesh stretched into a harder longer shaft of engorged meat.
During her love making with her husband, Alex had taken her many times from behind. Pressing his cock into her twat, he would fit his groin close to the fleshy contours of her ass. Ilona enjoyed fucking this way.
She didn't think this German monster would fuck her this way. A sinking feeling plummeted into her stomach. It landed with an apprehensive thud. Her tormentor moved behind her. His obscene hands grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks.
"No, no! Please! Haven't you done enough to me? Have mercy! Don't do it!" she begged.
"Do what?" he asked. His voice taunted her. "Say it! You do not want me to do what?"
"Please! Don't do anything to my behind!"
He laughed. "Don't be so formal! We are on intimate terms now! I wanted you to tell me what it is you do not want me to do as though you were speaking to your husband or a lover!"
She hated this man with his twisted mind. It was bad enough he had defiled her. Now, he was trying to corrupt her mind.
Ilona knew there would be no respite unless she cooperated. She forced herself to say, "Please, don't fuck me in the ass! I said what you wanted me to say! Please, please, don't hurt me!"
His diabolical laughter echoed in the room. He continued to part her asscheeks. Ilona felt the strain as her asshole was exposed further.
She felt the contact of his cockhead nudge the crinkled sphincter of her ass. Ilona strained at her bonds without success. She wriggled her ass in a futile attempt to avoid eventual penetration of her virgin asshole. Hands gripped her waist, holding her steady.
"Hold still!" he demanded in a threatening voice.
She stopped her wriggling. One hand left a hip to guide the cock into her ass. The invasion of her ass was a gradual incursion. She felt the elastic lips of her sphincter part in grudging surrender.
First, the tip of the cock penetrated the puckered orifice. Her mouth opened and a cry of pain escaped as the thick cock rammed into her anal canal. She felt his shaft embedded into the tender muscles of her rectal sheath.
"No, no! Stop, stop! I have to move my bowels! Take it out, take it out!"
He laughed again. "Don't worry! We'll take care of that later! Enjoy this wonderful moment! You have a lovely ass and it deserves to be fucked!"
Ilona screamed again as his thick cock shuttled in and out of her asshole. It was a rough brutal attack on her tender ass. Each time he jammed his prick deep into her hole, he forced her pelvis into the edge of the table. The wooden edge cut into and irritated her flesh.
The fleshy shaft that pummeled her asshole moved back and forth in deliberate thrusts. She felt his cock sliding back in a slow withdrawal. Just as she thought he was going to take it out, the bone hard flesh was shoved back into the confines of her rectum.
A warm dampness gathered about the perimeter of her asshole. The moisture grew. Soon, it was trickling down the inside of her thighs. That momser had torn her asshole! That sadistic bastard!
It was useless to plead with him. He would only laugh and attempt to hurt her more. One way or another, she decided to survive. She made up her mind to endure the pain and torture. Somehow, she would manage to live to exact retribution for these inhuman acts against her.
The hard cock continued to shift back and forth in coital thrusts. He took great delight in ramming his prick deep into her asshole. Each time, he grunted with pleasure.
The tempo of his thrusts grew faster. Her inclination to shit passed. She was aware only of the pistoning cock in her rectal sheath and the pain. The dull throbbing pain filling her with agonizing torment.
Any moment now and his hot spunk would shoot into her asshole. He would spend his come and she would gain some brief relief. Until he devised some other fiendish torment!
His hands held her hips in a tight grip. Soft guttural grunts emanated from his throat. "Uhhrrr, uhhrrr!" He banged his pelvis into the curved fullness of her soft buttocks with each frantic piston of his cock. With a final shove, he buried his prick into her rectal sheath.
Ilona felt his body shudder as the heavy come spurted out. Deep pulsating throbs sent bursts of the viscous fluid into her hole. She remained in docile patience until the spasming palpitations of his cock subsided.
His prick grew soft inside her ass. When he withdrew his cock, Ilona breathed a sigh of relief. The warm sticky moisture trickling down her thighs made her wonder whether she would receive medical attention.
"What we need to do now is clean you up a little!" he remarked.
For a brief moment, Ilona thought he was showing some signs of consideration.
In her bound position, Ilona was unable to observe his movements behind her. She heard him moving about.
"This should help!" he said.
Her body jerked in reflex action as he inserted a water hose into her abused asshole. She heard him walking away. Seconds later, cold water poured into her rectum, irrigating her colon.
The immediate shock of the cold water sent an electrifying tremor through her. She panicked as the jet of water filled the insides of her rectum. This time, there was no false need to shit. The impromptu enema would make her void her bowels.
"Stop, stop!" she pleaded in plaintive urging. "I have to move my bowels. Please, please! You'll kill me if you don't stop! Then you won't have me to torture anymore!"
Ilona felt the cold liquid filling her asshole and her stomach swelling. She thought she would burst!
The hose was suddenly removed. With the water pressure gone, the dammed up water was released. Watery farts expelled the water from her ass, showering the floor with liquid forms of turds. A thick stream of piss spurted from her cunt.
This humiliating treatment was worse than any torture inflicted upon her, Ilona thought.
To be raped or tortured could be endured with stoic suffering! But this treatment was something she could not forget easily!
He made little gleeful chortles as she expelled piss and shit from her twin orifices. When she was finished voiding her bowels and bladder, Ilona thought he might be through inflicting abuses upon her. She hoped so!
Her legs were covered with excrement while she stood in a pool of feces and urine.
"Ach! What a shame! You are bleeding from your ass! We must do something for you!" he offered.
She dreaded his offer. She doubted the sincerity of his concern. Ilona wondered what he was going to do to stem the bleeding.
He was moving about behind her making some preparation. She heard him approaching. Instinctively, she hunched her shoulders in anticipation of some further abuse.
A scream of agonized pain ripped from her throat. Excruciating fire burned her ass as alcohol was applied to the exposed wound of her ripped asshole. Wave after wave of searing torture washed over her ass and overflowed through her nervous system.
Ilona continued to scream as the alcohol poured over her asshole. She tried to shake free from the table. Her frantic movements shook the table and it shifted in jerky locomotion. The shrieks of pain filled her ears. Her body shuddered in agonized torment.
As she twisted and strained against her bonds, Ilona was sprayed with a forceful stream of cold water. He had the water hose in his hand and was wetting her down.
The cold water neutralized some of the burning sensation of the alcohol. It also washed away the excrement on her legs. She welcomed the cold shower from the hose. This was a gesture of compassion by comparison to the treatment she had received so far.
Turning off the water, he came to her and released her from the table. She squeezed her eyes shut to alleviate the throbbing torment in her body.
Her tits rose and fell with the deep breaths of air she took.
Ilona had difficulty walking. Her knees dipped in a slight bend as she lost momentary control of her legs. Her tormentor grabbed her by arms and jerked her upright. He guided her to the door, opening it.
A soldier snapped to attention when they appeared at the door. "Take this lovely lady to the infirmary. Tell them to take good care of her."
The soldier grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her out of the building. Ilona moved with difficulty. She was thankful she was to receive some kind of medical treatment.
In the open night air, she shivered. Her naked body was covered with beads of cold water. The night air was cold. Her teeth began to chatter as she staggered towards the infirmary.
She had met Obersturmbannfuhrer August Schnermann. She would never forget this first meeting with him. Ilona was certain she would remember any other encounters that would follow!