Chapter 3
When the last man finished shooting his load into Eva's come saturated pussy, Schnermann made a generous gesture. He told his soldiers to take her out and give her to the other soldiers for their pleasure.
She made a weak protest. Schnermann ignored her as the dressed soldiers dragged her out of the room.
One of the soldiers gave Ilona a coveted look. She shuddered in spite of her previous licentious inclination.
Schnermann caught the exchange of glances. A lewd chuckle escaped his throat. "Not yet! Maybe later!" he said. Ilona was alone with him.
"Come!" he ordered. He left the room and she followed after him. He headed for a building which she suspected was his quarters. Her stomach rumbled. The breakfast she had had was meager. She hoped she might be fed.
The building was Schnermann's quarters. He called an orderly and ordered a light meal. While he ate, Ilona was forced to remain standing. She watched him eat, salivating at the food before him.
"You Hungarian Jews are no better than the gypsies. You lie, cheat, and steal. I do not believe Dr. Karaly's diagnosis of your illness. I will have our own doctor examine you. It's unfortunate we only have one Jewish doctor here. Otherwise, Karaly would be dead a long time ago."
He tossed a slice of ham onto the floor. "Here! Have something to eat!"
Ilona stooped to pick up the piece of meat. "Leave it!" he snapped. "If you want to eat it, eat it like the dog you are! Get down on your hands and knees and pick it up with your mouth!"
Her mouth was thick with saliva in anticipation of the welcomed slice of meat. The thought of eating the food off a dirty floor repeled her. Yet, this was insignificant by comparison to the other things she had done.
She got down on her hands and knees. Her teeth pressed into the food and she drew it into her mouth. This was the first time she had ever tasted ham. Violating a dietary law didn't bother her. Ilona was concerned with her survival. She was willing to do anything to keep living!
Schnermann laughed at her performance. He threw another slice of meat in front of her. His laughter didn't bother her. It was she who should be laughing at him. He was keeping her alive by feeding her decent food. Even if she had to eat it off the floor!
"Now, let's see how sick you are!" he said, picking up a phone.
Ilona heard him ask for the camp doctor. She didn't understand the entire conversation. From the little German she knew, she guessed she was in for a legitimate physical examination.
What an ironic twist of fate! One doctor was trying to save her. In his intended effort, he had sealed her doom! When Schnermann hung up, he summoned his orderly. Ilona was escorted back to the infirmary.
As they entered, Dr. Karaly brushed against her, He pressed a pill into her hand. "Swallow it!" he whispered to her in Hungarian. He engaged the orderly in conversation while Ilona brought the pill to her mouth in a surreptitious gesture.
The orderly brought her into an office with a name panel on the door. Doktor Rudi Meister!
He was seated at his desk in a white smock. His eyes swept over her in an indifferent survey. As though she was some sort of specimen under a microscope! Doktor Meister was a tall gaunt man. He had a long narrow face, a hawk-like nose, and piercing blue eyes.
Ilona hoped that whatever pill Dr. Karaly had given would help save her. She was worried about the effects of the pill. Would it work on time?
"Take off your dress!" Meister ordered. She removed the ugly prison garb. "Lay down on the table!"
She stretched her naked frame out on the examining table. He pulled a stethoscope from his pocket and adjusted it to his ears.
Fear coated her body with some beads of perspiration. Her body heat was rising. The doctor checked her blood pressure. He frowned at her. Ilona grew apprehensive. Meister pulled a thermometer from his breast pocket. He shook the mercury down, stared at the thermometer, then shoved it into her ass.
While he waited for her temperature, he examined her cunt. He studied the clitoris. Inserting his fingers into her cunt, he parted the lips and stared at the pinkish-red folds of flesh.
Satisfied with the cursory examination, Meister removed the thermometer and studied the mercury. A puzzled frown flitted across his face. He picked up a phone and called Schnermann. From the conversation, Ilona gathered her temperature was high. She was thankful for Karaly's help!
Meister hung up. "You have a high temperature. I have been instructed to get you back to normal. We will give you a special treatment. Obersturmbannfuhrer Schermann wishes to have you well by tonight."
There was an ominous tone to his remark that Schnermann wanted her back to normal by that evening. At least, for the time being, she would remain alive.
She remained on the table waiting for Meister to do something to bring her induced fever down. He called an orderly, issued orders, and returned to his desk.
Ilona was concerned about the treatment to be given her. Ten minutes later, Schnermann entered the room.
"So! You have some kind of an illness! We will have you well in no time! Come with me!"
Putting on her dress, Ilona walked after him. She recognized the building they entered. It was the building she received her initiation into camp life the night before.
She suspected another improvised enema was in store for her. Enemas were standard treatment to reduce fever. On occasions, she used them for her children.
Schnermann led her into the room where she had the water treatment. She shuddered at the thought of having to undergo it again. Mingled with the expectation of an undesirable experience was the anticipation of erotic stimulation.
These sadistic encounters with Schnermann were beginning to give her a strange exhilaration. She was like a predatory animal with the scent of blood in its nostrils, seeking the kill. While she was at his capricious mercy, always uncertain of how much abuse she would suffer, she accepted it as a kind of challenge.
She draped her body across the table and Schnermann bound her arms and legs. Ilona waited for him to put the hose up her asshole. Instead, her ears caught the whistling sound of a riding crop seconds before it struck her buttocks.
SPLATT! The leathered crop cut across her firm rounded asscheeks. She cried out. Ilona felt the burning sting spreading across her buttocks. Her shoulders tensed in anticipation of the blows to follow.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Schnermann laid two healthy strokes against her asscheeks. She wriggled her hips trying to shake off the burning pain.
Her ass felt like someone had applied a blowtorch to it. The bonds holding her to the table restricted her movements. Her body convulsed as the punishing blows continued to rain down on her unprotected ass.
Tears blurred Ilona's vision. Her lips were compressed in a tight fit to hold back any outcries. Soft anguished moans rumbled in her throat.
The riding crop continued its punishing tattoo on her ass. The pain was excruciating. Her entire body was twisted from the agonizing conflagration consuming her buttocks. Ilona thought she could feel the violent heat from her battered ass radiating up to her shoulders. She didn't think she was capable of absorbing any more punishment.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Two more rapid cuts of the crop struck her asscheeks. Ilona lost count of the blows: Her body started to shake in convulsive jerks. She felt she was on the brink of losing her mind. An intense determination seized her! She would not give in!
The pain was excruciating. She was certain the flesh had been broken. Ilona was aware of a warm stickiness covering her buttocks. Thin tentacles of dampness trickled down her legs.
"Just a little bit more!" Schnermann said. "By the time I finish, we'll beat the fever out of you!"
He continued to beat her ass viciously with his leathered crop. Ilona felt the heat of the beating penetrating the walls of her cunt. She didn't think this tortured anguish could affect her so.
She had passed over a threshold of excruciating pain to one of erotic pleasure. Ilona couldn't understand this transition. The severe beating had awakened a lascivious desire within her.
Her cunt began to sweat. The erogenous awakening dampened the vestibule of her vagina. She was ready to be fucked. Ilona recalled the violent rape of the young girl, Eva. She wished the soldiers were there now to fuck her. There weren't enough men available to satisfy her in her present condition!
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she begged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent plea.
He laughed. "So the little bitch wants to be fucked! She loves the Nazi cock! I will fuck you when I want to! Not when you want!"
Schnermann continued to beat at her ass. Ilona noticed the force of the blows had lessened. She smiled at the small consolation! He was getting tired beating her!
She heard the rustle of clothing and the unbuckling of his belt. Rough fingers clutched the battered flesh of her buttocks. Her asscheeks were parted. He was squeezing the lacerated flesh. She shut her eyes in a tight compress to help withstand the pain. A piercing lance stabbed her spine and sent a fireball of agony exploding into her brain.
With dimmed awareness, Ilona was conscious of his cockhead pressing into the crinkled sphincter of her ass. She felt the steady rough penetration of his prick. The resisting lips of her asshole yielded to the pressure. Schnermann gave a final thrust and buried his stiff cock in her hole.
The pressure of his pelvis against her buttocks aggravated the intense throbbing pain in her ass.
He started the rhythmic shuttling, sending his dick in and out of her ass. In spite of her bound position, Ilona managed to move in tandem with his coital strokes. She had limited freedom of movement. What little there was felt good!
Her pussy was moist with the dew of erotic ecstasy. It was unfortunate his prick was pumping inside her anxious twat. She fantasized, envisioning the hard shaft of flesh was fucking her cunt instead of her ass.
Schnermann responded to her limited lascivious encouragement. He answered the undulating wriggles of her ass with faster thrusts of his prick. His cock shuttled in and out in increased tempo.
Ilona considered this another minor victory. He was trying to beat her into submission with his abusive treatment. To bend her to his will! Instead, she had him responding to her demands! He was satisfying her sexual needs, not his! If she could maintain her wits, she knew she would ultimately triumph!
His prick dug into her anal sheath in a final thrust. She felt his body trembled as his come shot into the confines of her asshole. The sensitive rectal muscles caught the contracting throbs of his cock. The heavy emissions of come lessened. When he withdrew his prick from her asshole, he exhaled a soft sigh of satisfaction.
He poured alcohol on the open wounds. Ilona was unable to control herself. A loud piercing shriek erupted from her throat. She felt the scream irritate the walls of her throat. Another agonizing cry of pain echoed in the room. The excruciating burning pain was worse than the beating.
"Now, the doctor will have something real to treat! I do not think you have fever anymore!" Schnermann said. "Come! We will go back to the infirmary."
He unfastened the bonds and made her walk through the camp streets naked. She walked with slow stiff steps. Each step she took sent a jolt of pain through her legs and back.
Soldiers smiled in lewd pleasure as they passed by. Schnermann struck her ass with his riding crop, urging her to walk faster. She was glad when he turned her over to the guard at the infirmary.
Inside Dr. Karaly's office, Ilona lay dbwn on the examining table.
"I want to thank you for trying to help me out!" she said.
"It doesn't look as though it helped much!" he answered. "Although you are lucky by comparison to some of the others."
She winced when he stuck a hypodermic needle into her buttocks. The pain disappeared. He applied an oitment to the lattice work of open stripes on her ass.
"Our beloved camp commandant usually isn't this benevolent towards the women he abuses. You must be something special!"
Ilona turned her head and anger flashed in her eyes. "What do you take me for? Some whore? How does one survive in this hell? If I knew it would do some good, I would rip his balls off and stuff it down his mouth. The main thing is to survive! What about you? Have you remained principled or have you been corrupted by compromise?" she snapped.
"You are right! I am like the pot calling the kettle black. I apologize! Well, I've done all I can. I m afraid you will have to go back to your playmate. I have orders to send you to him after I finish patching you up. Do you think you can take any more of him? I can fix you up with a quick painless death," he offered.
She swung off the table. "I'm not ready for death. I intend to live and tell about the abuses here."
"Good for you!"
Ilona put her dress back on and walked out. The soldier fell in beside her and escorted her back to Schnermann.
They went to a different building. He took her down a flight of stairs. A sentry stood guard in front of a door. Her escort exchanged words with the sentry. The sentry nodded and opened the door, pushing her into the room and closed the door.
An S.S. Oberlieutenant and Schnermann were present with another soldier. A male prisoner was suspended from the ceiling. He was naked. A pair of manacles enclosed his wrists. The manacles were fastened to a chain that kept him off the ground.
The prisoner bore some resemblance to the other captives in the camp. Yet, there was a difference. His head and body was shorn of hair. That's where the resemblance stopped. He wasn't as gaunt looking. Ilona surmised he was a recent addition to the camp.
Electrodes were fastened to his prick and balls. Another electrode was imbedded in his ass. The wires led to a metal cabinet with dials and gauges. She wondered what crime this poor man had committed to deserve such treatment. With these Nazi momzers, who needed a reason!
Schnermann gave a nod of his head and the soldier turned a knob. There was a humming sound from the metal cabinet. An ear piercing scream tore from the man's throat. His body thrashed about and the suspended frame pivoted in a semi-circle.
A jet of urine spurted out from his prick. Another hysterical shriek of agony filled the room. The sound of his anguished torment seemed to bounce off the walls and echo the repeated screams.
Ilona stood watching this abhorrent scene of sadistic cruelty. Her stomach began to churn as she fought a wave of nausea. While she did not condone the rape she witnessed of the young girl; she, at least, found some erotic fascination in it.
This torture she was witnessing was something different. A strange tingling filled her cunt. It wasn't erogenous! More like an empathetic sensation! She could almost feel the electrical impulses going through the man's genitals.
His body stiffened. His mouth opened in a soundless yell and his eyes shuttered. She watched the form grow limp. The body continued to jerk and twist as electrical currents continued to surge through his prick and asshole.
Why the hell are you continuing to torture this poor soul, her brain cried out in silent defiance? He's unconscious! He can't feel anything anymore! You are only wasting your time!
"Halte!" Schnermann ordered. The soldier turned the knob and the body stopped thrashing.
Schnermann turned and grinned malevolently at Ilona. "Would you believe this schweinhund Juden had five children? We are giving him some therapeutic treatment to insure he doesn't continue to spawn more bastards!"
A simple sterilization operation could effect the same results, she thought. But then it would deprive Schnermann of his little pleasures!
"Take him down!" he ordered. The soldier lowered a pulley to bring the unconscious man down. He tossed the body onto the floor.
"Let's see how amorous you can be!" Schnermann addressed her. "Make love to him! See if you can get his prick to stand up. I want to see if he can still fuck. Try sucking him off. You do that so well!"
She grimaced in an expression of disgust. Schnermann laughed. "You know you love sucking cocks!" He gave her a stern look. "Stop wasting time! Get down on your knees and do as I say!" he ordered.
Ilona knelt besides the supine form. She gazed down on the shrunken stub of penile flesh. A chilling flush swept up her spine. A licentious titillation filled her with a strange exhilaration. She bowed her head and absorbed the flaccid cock in her warm moist mouth.
The soft penile flesh felt strange in her mouth. Ilona was used to having a hard prick to suck on. Low, moist, sucking sounds emanated from her lips as she mouthed the man's cock trying to encourage it to harden.
Nothing happened!
She grasped the base of the soft cock and tugged on the shrunken stub, stretching it gently. The prick failed to respond!
Ilona massaged the dormant cock with her fingers and her mouth. She kept up the jerking motions without any success. It was frustrating! Only a dead man would be impervious to her oral stimulation! Her mouth continued to make the soft sucking noises.
After five minutes of eager oral stimulation, Ilona paused to take a breath. She looked towards the man's face. He appeared not to be breathing! A sickening feeling struck her in the pit of her stomach. She fought back the urge to retch. The man was dead! Schnermann had played a grisly bizarre joke upon her!
The three men in the room began laughing as the horrible realization showed on her face.
"So! This piece of shit is as dead as his prick! Now we will let you feast on some good German cock!"
Schnermann declared. He unfastened his belt and dropped his pants. "Suck on this!" he ordered.
She shifted in front of him. Cupping his balls in the palm of one hand, she grasped the base of his cock in the other. There was tremendous erotic force harnessed in this venereal lightning rod.
Ilona brushed her lips over the ruby corona. It was a tentative gesture, an indication of pleasures she would soon bestow on his waiting dick.
Her mouth pressed in a soft caress over the tip. With a strong sucking pull, she vacuumed his prick between her sensuous lips,. First, the head disappeared, followed by the shaft. A murmur of affected rapture filtered across the imprisoned cock.
Ilona's tongue made a series of long slow licks to increase Schnermann's lust. She swept her palms along the inside of his thighs in gentle caresses. Her mouth continued to tease his imprisoned shaft.
Releasing his lingual grip, she slid her tongue down the length of his prick. Her tantalizing tongue was a light brush over his bloated scrotum. Each ball was treated to a series of soft nibbles.
She tried to absorb each nut between her lascivious lips. Finding it difficult to take in the entire ball, Ilona confined her oral caresses to lathering each nut with saliva. She lavished strong licks over the egg-shaped spheres.
In spite of her attempt to treat this act as an impersonal oppression; Ilona found her cunt oozing with the licentious perspiration of an aroused pussy. She found it difficult to repress her reaction.
She maintained the oral worshipping of his cock. With her sheathed teeth nibbling up and down the length of his quivering prick, Ilona absorbed most of the reddened stiff shaft. She subjected it to a series of tantalizing licks that spiraled about his cock. His dick was a Maypole and her tongue danced about it in exuberant swirls.
Ilona began to suck his hard-on with stronger suction. Her curled fingers about his cock shifted up and down in a partial jerk-off.
Schnermann responded to the dual stimulation. His ass bucked in rapid jerks, fucking her mouth in quick thrusts. He held his cock to prevent him from jamming it deep into her throat.
His body stiffened and a soft groan emitted from his lips. The gushing tube flushed her throat with a thick abundance of his creamy jism. His cock pulsated with strong contractions. Each spasm sent a heavy squirt of his come into her waiting mouth.
This was her moment of victory. During this time, her sensual mouth controlled Schnermann.
Her cunt was damp with the erogenous arousal of this sexual contact. She wanted to urge him to fuck her. Instead, she looked up at him, restraining a triumphant smirk.
Ilona never expected Schnermann's next move! He aimed a kick at her cunt. She was fortunate his pants were about his knees. It broke the force of the blow. Yet there was enough behind the kick to hurt her.
She fell over backwards feeling the pain.
"Where are your manners, pig? You should thank me for allowing you to suck my cock!" Schnermann demanded. "Now beg me for the honor of sucking off my men's pricks!"
His face was clouded by an angry mask. Ilona had been frightened by his sadistic treatment of her. Each time he laughed. There was no smile or humor in his voice.
"Thank you, thank you Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer! It was an honor for me to have you put your cock in my filthy mouth. Please, please, let me have the privilege of sucking off your men's prick!" she begged.
"More feeling! I don't believe you! You do not sound sincere!" Schnermann said. "Ja!" the lieutenant said. "She does not sound sincere! I think she is mocking us!"
This was someone else she had to reckon with! Ilona felt she could handle Schnermann. This other one could be far worse! She turned apprehensive eyes towards him.
He was a tall stocky blond youth of about twenty three or four. His hair was close cropped. His eyes were close together, narrow cruel slits. A healed saber scar marred his left cheek. The dark SS uniform fitted him as though it was molded to his body.
"No, no!" she answered in desperate protest. "I swear! It would be my pleasure to have your cocks in my mouth!"
"Ja! I think you are right, Franz!" Schnermann said to his junior officer. He aimed a kick at her and caught her in the buttock as she tried to elude the kick.
Her ass was still sore in spite of the medication. Ilona winced at the pain.
"Sucking our cocks is not for your pleasure, you dirty Jewish bitch of a whore!" Schnermann snarled. "It's an honor and a privilege! I think there's only one way to get that through your thick head!"
She was fearful of his plan to impress the point about sucking Nazi cocks. He might do something like the treatment of Eva! Although Ilona could cope with being fucked by a dozen men or so.
"You're an animal!" Schnermann declared. "That's what you should fuck! Take her to the kennels!"
Her mouth gaped open in silent shock. Her eyes opened in wild terror! Schnermann had reached a new low in depravity! Forcing her to submit to relations with an animal was against all the laws of man and nature! There were no laws of man and nature in this camp! Only Schnermann's Law!
"Please, Oh, no! You mustn't! I'll do anything you want me to do. Just don't do this to me! Please, please!" she begged. Her voice quivered as it rose in urgent protest.
"Take her out!" Schnermann ordered.
The two grabbed her roughly and dragged her, still protesting in tearful tones, out of the room.