Chapter 2
In spite of the chilling shivers that shook her body, Ilona was grateful for the opportunity to lie down. She was admitted to the infirmary and assigned a bed and a blanket. At least it was warm in the barracks that served as a kind of hospital. For a brief moment, she hoped for a fatal illness. On reconsideration, she wished for an illness to keep her away from that bastard, Schnermann!
She drifted off to a restless sleep. Ilona's dreams were filled with the recurrence of her tormenting experience. Soft anguished moans tumbled from her lips. She twisted and turned. Her cunt felt the lancing pain induced by the cruel pincers. A tormented cry erupted from her throat.
Ilona jerked upright in bed. She looked about the darkened room in a wild search. Realizing where she was, she returned to sleep.
Her sleep was interrupted by the wild clanging of gongs. She sat up quickly in bed. Her eyes darted about to see what was happening. From the outside of the building came, the clatter of wooden shoes. The camp had come alive in a desperate race to meet death.
Most of the patients stirred in their beds. None of them made an effort to get out.
Ilona had an urge to go to the bathroom. Turning to a woman patient in the bed alongside of hers, she asked, "Where is the bathroom?"
A demented cackle answered her. "You're sleeping in your toilet."
She looked in shocked disbelief at the woman. It was bad enough to be subjugated to inhuman indignities. To allow these captors to reduce her to this woman's state of mind was too much for Ilona. She was determined not to let these Nazis steal away her dignity.
Ilona got out of bed, keeping the blanket wrapped about her naked body. Her ass and cunt ached from the abuse of the previous night. She was almost at the door to the ward.
A cautious whisper warned her. "Pssst! If you go through that door, you may be shot or worse. Better to go back to bed and do what you have to. It won't be as painful."
She looked at the shrivelled remains of an emaciated man. Her face reflected her determination to ignore his admonition.
"There is a guard outside the door to prevent escapes. If he doesn't shoot you, he will see that you are punished for malingering!"
Ilona stopped. Hoping for some kind of recuperative rest, she returned to her bed. Embarrassed, she voided her bladder. She felt the warm liquid wetting her thighs and ass. The urine soaked into the mattress.
An insistent nudge in her stomach reminded her she was hungry. She wondered when breakfast would be served and what it would be.
At six thirty, the door opened and an orderly trundled in a large cart. He was escorted by a soldier carrying a machine gun. Ambulatory patients came to the cart to get rations for themselves and the bedded patients. A man brought her a cup of hot weak tea and a small piece of bread.
It wasn't a lavish repast but Ilona was grateful for it. Her stomach still grumbled, dissatisfied with the fare.
An hour later, a medical orderly, an inmate, and a German doctor entered the room. They stopped at the bed of the man who warned her about leaving the ward. The other inmate with the doctor appeared to be a doctor as well. Only, a prisoner!
From, the discussion during the examination, Ilona learned the emaciated man was to be removed. The three men continued down the line, examining the patients on the other side of the room. Some of the patients were allowed to remain. Others were ordered to return to duty. Some were selected to be exterminated.
The German doctor was summoned by a soldier to leave for service outside the building. The prisoner doctor paused in front of Ilona's bed.
He smiled at her. "What is your name and what seems to be your problem? You look healthy enough!"
She fought back the urge to give him a sarcastic answer. "My name is Ilona Weisz. The Obersturmbannfuhrer sent me here after a little discussion last night."
The doctor gave her a knowing nod. His face softened in a sympathetic frown. "Yes! I've had the professional experience of treating some others interrogated by him. My name is Doctor Miklos Karaly. Let's see how bad it is."
He pulled back the blanket to examine her. The rope marks on her tits were still there. There was slight discoloration about the areola where she had been bitten.
Dr. Karaly's hands were gentle as he examined her cunt and ass. He took a jar of ointment from the orderly and coated her genitals with it. He checked her heart and blood pressure. A thermometer was pushed between her lips. Looking at the thermometer, Dr. Karaly told the orderly, "This patient has 103 temperature. Mark it down on the chart."
Ilona didn't feel feverish. She understood what he was doing. For this little gesture, she was grateful to him. "I'll check you later on," he said and continued with the examinations of the remaining patients.
"Thank you!" she said.
Later in the day, a female nurse visited her. She handed Ilona a coarse striped gown. "Dr. Karaly wishes to see you."
She hoped the doctor would save her from further abuse from Schnermann. The lie about her temperature seemed an attempt to do so.
In a small room off the ward was the doctor's office. He nodded and the nurse left them alone.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I tried to keep you here a few days. I have my orders to release you. I'll try again. In the meantime, let me give you some advice. Don't give these animals any reason to send you to our little shower room. Don't trust or confide in anyone. Keep believing that one day this nightmare will be over. Let's hope we both survive!"
Ilona was about to say something but the door opened. A German soldier entered. "Macht schnell!" he ordered. He gestured towards the door with his rifle. She walked out and the soldier followed her.
She had her first glance of the camp. The huge watchtowers standing like awesome sentinels over the camp. Large posts with barbed wire strung between them, the high voltage fences. Red brick buildings set in orderly rows.
The prisoners walking about in ill fitting garb with their shaven heads and death-like appearance. Ilona was determined not to become one of them.
The soldier grabbed her by an arm and pulled her towards one of the buildings. He brought her in and exchanged words in German with an orderly. The orderly grinned lewdly, replied in German, and the two laughed.
A shudder rippled down her spine. Ilona felt their malevolent laughter had an ominous tone. The orderly took her to a room and knocked on the door. Opening the door, he pushed her into a room and closed the door.
Ilona sucked in her breath in a silent gasp. Schnermann was standing in the room, naked. A large rope was suspended from the ceiling. A young girl, about eighteen years old, hung suspended from the ropes by her wrists. She stood on her toes to relieve some of the pressure on her arms.
The girl's body was covered with purplish-green bruises. There were bleeding welts interlaced over the bruises. A puddle of urine was about her toes. Her eyes were closed. Ilona didn't know whether the girl was unconscious or trying to shut out the agony of the torture inflicted upon her.
"The doctor reported you were ill and unable to participate in any special exercises," Schnermann said. "I don't believe him. However, I am a compassionate man. Today, I will let you rest. In the meantime, you can watch while I teach this Jewish bitch a little respect!"
Ilona had no idea what this poor girl's crime was. Possibly being unfortunate to be a prisoner at this camp!
Schnermann picked up a mechanical affair with a wire attached to both ends. He pushed one end into the girl's snatch. He pushed a button on a small box held in his hand.
A blood curdling scream tore from the girl's throat. Her body thrashed about, jerking like, an animated marionette. She bounced up and down on her toes, screaming and pleading for mercy.
Ilona's body trembled with an involuntary shudder at the barbaric sight. This was some kind of electrical equipment sending shocks into the young girl's body.
For a moment, Ilona wanted to plead for the victim's release. A sixth sense warned her to remain quiet. Any attempt to intervene could result in disastrous consequences for herself.
The body continued to twist and writhe in frantic gyrations. Heart rendering screams filled the room as the girl cried out in agonized shrieks.
Ilona noticed Shcnermann's hard-on. His finger released the button on the box.
"Come here!" he ordered Ilona. She moved towards him in a hesitant walk. She had already sampled some of his diabolical diversions. It was terrifying! Seeing the girl instead of her being tortured was a small consolation.
Ilona anticipated Schnermann's intentions. He probably intended to fuck her. That was better than being in the girl's place!
"Get down on your knees and suck my prick!" he demanded. "And see that you do a good job! Or you can change places with Eva here! And swallow my come!"
Sucking cocks was not a new experience for Ilona. She and her husband had oral sex. It had been a beautiful emotion. Taking Schnermann's prick in her mouth would be something perverse and disgusting. Her obedience was prompted by fear and a desire to survive.
Yet, lurking in the back of her mind was another reason for obeying his demands. Ilona found herself infected by his perverse nature. She was looking to accept any punishment meted out to her. If she could endure any pain or humiliation inflicted upon her without surrendering, it would be a victory over her tormentor.
She knelt down in front of him. Her eyes gazed upon the thick piece of hardened flesh. This was the formidable cock that had violated her ass the previous night! For a quick second, Ilona wanted to grab his balls and squeeze them until he fainted. To kill this vicious animal so that he would not inflict further cruelty upon others.
Doing this would only sign her death warrant. Besides, his successor could be worse! Having Schnermann dead would defeat her purpose.
Instead, she captured the base of his stiff prick and guided it to her pursed lips. Her mouth parted and the ruby crown passed into the warm damp confines. She moved his prick deeper into her oral cavern.
Her tongue made strong sweeping licks over the entrapped cockhead. She swept the oral brush along the shaft of Schnermann's cock.
Ilona decided to attempt a good blow job. If she could please Schnermann, she might escape being abused. She was counting on his acceptance of sex with her rather than some painful torture.
Her lips curled over her teeth, sheathing them. The oral clamp was pressed tight over the shaft. Not hard to hurt the sensitive prick! Just enough pressure to hold the hard-on in a secure grip.
His cock was pushed and pulled between her lingual vise in slow pistoning strokes. She alternated the movements by using her mouth to produce the same effects.
Her cheeks puffed up as she blew his prick from her mouth in a slow withdrawal. The cheeks sank inward when his prick was vacuumed back.
She withdrew his cock from her mouth. Flattening her tongue, Ilona drew the oral spatula along the length of his cock. It brushed up and down from the base to the crown in deliberate sensuous licks.
Reaching his balls, she cupped the hairy skinned agates. She laved his balls with heavy saliva. With gentle nips, she nibbled on his balls.
"MmmHmm!" he murmured in approval. "You know how to suck cock good!"
In spite of her loathing of this man, Ilona found herself pleased by his favorable comment. It meant she was succeeding in her plan.
She tensed and shuddered as Eva cried out in painful agony. Ilona heard the body jerking against the rope. Schnermann was sending shocking jolts through the young girl's body again!
Ilona placed his cock back into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the rib of the crown in tantalizing licks. Curling her tongue about the shaft in sensual swirls, she continued to tease his erogenous flesh.
Her tongue pressed against the pee-hole. She blew her soft breath over his cock. Schnermann's prick quivered.
Ilona held his prick and pumped it in and out of her clamped lips in a quick cadence. He matched the tempo of her movements. His hips rocked back and forth sending his cock in frenzied coital thrusts.
She knew by his movements that his orgasm was imminent. Eva screamed louder and more often, accompanying Schnermann's penis strokes. Like a cheer leader urging on an athlete's drive!
His spasms began, heralding the onset of his climax. Ilona felt the pulsations in her mouth just as the cream-like aliment poured out. He had a strong salty come with a slight bleachy flavor.
The force and thickness of his come almost caused her to gag. Ilona kept her lips fastened to his flowing fleshy spigot. She kept swallowing, letting his creamy come trickle down her throat. Her lips gnawed on his prick in milking nibbles as the climactic throbs in his cock died down. She drained out the last vestiges of his come in soft slurping sounds.
Releasing his softened dong, Ilona waited for additional praise from her tormentor.
"Very good!" he said. "I may let you suck all my officers off."
Schnermann gave a little tug and the imbedded instrument in Eva's cunt came free. Ilona was happy that for the moment, Eva received some respite. His remark struck a fearful chord in her body. She was learning how to cope with Schnermann. Having a large group of men subject her to various abuses frightened her. Perhaps he said it for the purpose of leasing her! For whatever reason he said it, it unserved her. She tried not to show her reaction. "Let us see if our little Eva has learned her lesson. We will take her down and she can suck me off," he said.
" Schnermann unfastened her wrists. Eva collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor. "Suck my cock!" he demanded. "And do a good job!"
The young girl made a feeble attempt to get to her knees. She fell back. Her body shook with tearful sobs.
"Please, no more, no more! I can't move!"
Schnermann handed Ilona a whip. "Here! Beat some sense into this piece of shit! My arm is tired! And see that you make her scream! If you don't do a good job, I'll have you flogged by my staff to teach you how to whip someone!"
Ilona took the whip with reluctance. She didn't mind Schnermann inflicting some painful punishment upon her. Having to abuse some other human being made her feel sick. She didn't think she was capable of such cruelty.
Her fingers closed about the handle of the whip. An uneasy feeling caused a churning in the pit of her stomach. Ilona raised the whip and brought the lash down sharply across the girl's body. Eva cried out!
"That's the way! Harder, harder!" Schnermann demanded.
Ilona looked into his eyes. A wild lustful gleam shone in his eyes.
She brought the whip down again and again. Fwhttt! Fwhttt! It whistled through the air, striking Eva's bruised flesh. Eva's body jerked under the two blows of the whip. Each time, she cried out in an agonized scream, punctuating her anguished tears.
Schnermann urged Ilona. "That's it! Harder and faster! Make her know she is getting a beating!"
Ilona found herself caught up with the contagious sadism of her perverted instructor. As much as she tried to resist, she found herself caught up with a fever of excitement. For a change, she was inflicting punishment on some poor hapless soul.
Her pulse quickened and her heart began beating faster. She felt a warm flush flooding her cheeks.
Ilona's arm rose and fell as she swung the whip harder and faster.
Eva's shrill screams of pain were ignored. Suddenly, her body stopped twitching and she became silent. Ilona stopped beating the prone body. For the first time since she began beating the unfortunate Eva, Ilona wondered whether she had killed her.
"You may stop now!" Schnermann remarked. "There's no point in beating her anymore. She's fainted. She can't appreciate pain anymore! In the meantime, while we wait for her to become conscious again, you can provide some entertainment for me."
She waited like a dumb animal waiting to be slaughtered. He placed the plug of his shock instrument into her pussy. Ilona tensed. She had seen the effects on Eva and dreaded the moment when the button would be pushed.
Schnermann pressed the button, sending an impulse into her cunt. She sucked in her breath in a hard hiss as the shock filled her twat. A constant jolt passed through her cunt. Ilona twitched and writhed as the electrical pulsations caused her agonizing discomfort.
Biting into her lip, she tried to endure the torment of the curel instrument imbedded in her snatch. Ilona couldn't restrain the involuntary jerks of her body. Her lip started to bleed. Groans of anguish seeped through her clinched lips.
The torment stopped. She watched his finger leave the button. He pressed the button again in a series of quick jabs. His action sent a series of rhythmic jolts into her quim. Her hips bucked as the tormenting current caused her to react.
A low groan emanated from the crumpled body on the floor. "Ah! I see Eva has decided to join us again!" Schnermann remarked.
He jerked on the wire and the plug came out of Ilona's cunt. She was happy Eva recovered. That would save Ilona from further abuse for the moment.
Schnermann put his clothes on. He walked to the door and issued an order. Ten minutes later, a dozen soldiers entered. Nervous smiles played on their faces when they came in. Another order was given and they undressed.
Eva was stirring on the floor. She seemed still dazed by her ordeal. Ilona was shocked by Schnermann's order to his men. A slight feeling of nausea swept over her. She managed to control the sensation.
Her first reaction was a wish Eva remained unconscious and that Schnermann had continued tormenting her. Reconsidering, Ilona found herself fascinated by the scene taking place. A perverse morbid attraction held her attention. Poor Eva was going to be gang raped!
Eva was turned roughly onto her back. The first man knelt between her thighs. He guided his cock, holding it like a lance, and speared the helpless girl's cunt. A cry of pain issued from Eva's lips. Her eyes opened in a frightened pained look at the violation of her virgin cunt. The man began to fuck her with animalistic fury.
Ilona's eyes were fastened to the hard wedge of penile flesh pistoning in and out of Eva's brutalized cunt. There was blood on the thrusting cock. A little trickle of blood spurted out of Eva's cunt.
The soldier pumped in rapid coital thrusts while his comrades offered obscene advice. Eva groaned and sobbed while the solder fucked her in frenzied drives.
He shoved his cock into her snatch in a final thrust. Ilona watched his buttock muscles twitch as he spilled his come into the vaginal sheath that encased his prick. He spent his jism and his tensed body relaxed.
Standing up, he grinned sheepishly as his flaccid blood speckled prick was displayed in a shrunken stub. He made some vulgar remark and the group laughed. A second man took his place.
"Have mercy, please!" Eva groaned. "No more, no more!" It was an anguished and wasted plea as the second man shuttled his prick in a lustful fuck.
Ilona had a vague awareness of a lack of pity for the defiled girl. She was spellbound by the erotic stimulation growing within her. A lascivious arousal stirred her. Watching these men fuck the helpless girl excited Ilona. She didn't try to analyse her feelings. All she knew was this sexual orgy had an effect on her.
The second soldier was in no hurry to end his carnal pleasure. He stroked his rampant prick in measured thrusts, enjoying the contact of the fuck.
Ilona found herself contemplating the pleasures she would experience fucking such a cocksman. With a quick shake of her head, she tried to dispel the revolting thought.
She had taken the vows of marriage and was loyal to her husband. How could she consider such thoughts, she asked herself. Ilona berated herself for thinking this way. It was the circumstances that brought on these thoughts. If it kept up, she would become as perverse and corrupt as Schnermann.
The fascination persisted. Her eyes scanned the erect cocks of the waiting soldiers. Ilona played a little game. She speculated on how well each of them would fuck Eva. In several instances, she wished the displayed hard-ons were for her.
By the fifth man, Eva had resigned herself to her fate. She no longer pleaded for mercy. Instead, she endured the abuse with a numbed stoicism.
The insides of her thighs were smeared with blood. Her legs were splayed in a wide vee, awaiting the entrance of another violator.
Ilona found the vestibule of her snatch sweating from the erotic excitement. She tried to concentrate on other things to avoid sexual arousal. It was difficult as she watched the continuance of the rape.
Some inclination made her look at Schnermann. He was watching her reaction during this orgy. An obscene leer split his lips. As though he could read her thoughts!
She turned her head away and frowned. Oh, you dirty bastard, she thought! You know what I am thinking! You know I want to be fucked now! And you are going to deliberately keep from doing it! You really are a sadistic son of a bitch! I hope your prick dries up and falls off.