Chapter 4
Ilona broke one of the cardinal rules of the camp. One did not resist abuse or any degrading act heaped upon the unfortunate recipient! It represented defiance! Up to a point, Ilona was willing to submit or endure pain and abuse. This was something else!
She twisted in their grip, trying to escape. They held her tightly, dragging her protesting body along the street. Soldiers grinned in obscene delight.
As the struggling trio made their way to the kennels, Ilona surrendered. The realization her fid efforts were in vain came to her. If she could escape from their grips, where could she go? She couldn't get past the electrified wire fence! There were the high towered sentries with their ready machine guns to strike down any escape attempt! It was hopeless!
Barking dogs greeted their approach. She stared at the dogs, snarling and barking with their bared teeth. A sinking feeling in her stomach caused her knees to buckle.
Eager hands removed her coarse gown. She shivered from the cool September air against her naked flesh. They staked her down on the ground in a kneeling position. Her ass was in a raised position, vulnerable to any kind of attack. Ilona waited in fearful despair.
A dog was brought out of the kennel and introduced to her body. Her ass wriggled, tickled by the moist nose pressed between the bruised hillocks of her buttocks.
A moist tongue licked at the erogenous crevice of her ass. She shivered as a thrilling erotic tingle rolled along her spine. The dog's long thick tongue circled about the perimeter of her sphincter seeking access to the interior.
Ilona was repulsed by the thought of a dog arousing her sexually. She couldn't help the response elicited by the tantalizing licks. It was difficult to restrain her lascivious feelings. Her ass shifted in erotic approval as the dog continued to lap at her asshole.
A musky dew dampened her snatch. The dog ran his tongue along her perineum. His searching tongue lapped at the erogenous elixir gathered in her vaginal fountain. He dipped into the vestibule of her cunt. The animal's oral spatula brushed along the walls of her twat.
Ilona shuddered with ecstatic excitement at the licentious contact. A low moan of erotic approval bubbled from her lips. "Ohhmmmm!"
The dog's tongue flicked across her clitoris. An exhilarating erotic current was sparked. The rapturous excitement grew inside her loins. Her cunt produced more erogenous juices induced by the dog's stimulating tongue.
She closed her eyes in ecstatic joy. Her dangling tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. A series of passionate groans tumbled from her lips.
Her ass rotated in sensuous pleasure. Ilona moved her hips in a restrained coital thrust. She could feel her vaginal cauldron bubbling with the beginning of a climax. "Ohhrrr! Ohhrrr!" she gasped in raptured enjoyment.
The churning in her loins was increasing like the threatening rumble of a volcano. She felt the turbulence growing more intense. A violent eruption sent a geyser of come spilling into her cunt.
"Ahhrrrr!" she sighed in erotic ecstasy.
The dog's tongue made rapid flicking licks, lapping up the thick accumulation of come. Another pulsating orgasmic discharge flooded her cunt.
Suddenly, the dog's paws pressed against her hips. A soldier helped the animal to mount her. Ilona felt the soldier guide the dog's cock to her cunt.
The dog's cock was very slippery. It reminded her of a raw piece of liver. His cock slipped along her cuntal channel. The furry pelvis of the animal rested against her bruised ass.
The prick in her cunt wasn't as thick as a human's. But the head of the dog's cock swelled and she was very much aware of its presence. The dog began to shuttle his prick in rapid jerky thrusts.
Ilona thought she was losing her mind. She was tied down in this helpless position, getting fucked by an animal and accepting it without any qualms. She was becoming as degenerate as her captors! Either that or she was no longer able to distinguish right from wrong!
The dog's paws were scratching her hips as it tried to maintain its balance on its hind legs. His cock was pumping in quick strokes.
Ilona wondered what his come would be like when he shot his load. The answer came soon enough! The dog seemed to tremble with a seizure. His cock spasmed sending a stream of his come into her snatch. It wasn't like a human's orgasm with the short quick bursts of ejaculated come.
The jet of the come was like someone pissing into her twat. It was more sustained with the short interruptions between spurts.
She felt the bulbous knob of the dog's cock pounding into the walls of her cunt. It didn't have the same erotic sensation of a human's prick. But it did have exciting overtones.
Soft whimpering sounds gurgled in the dog's throat as he lost his sexual drive. The soldiers pulled him off Ilona's back. The head of his cock stretched her cuntal lips as it passed out.
Ilona wriggled her ass as the dog began licking her cunt again. He lapped up the mingled juices of their come. She found herself enjoying this perverse erotic stimulation. Her audience laughed in derisive enjoyment.
"Throw her back with the other pigs!" Schnermann ordered. "She's not fit to fuck now!"
It was late afternoon. The work details had not returned as yet. Ilona started to put her dress on. The S.S. lieutenant grabbed her dress. "You don't need this! You're an animal! Animals don't wear clothing!"
She looked at Schnermann for some indication of intervention. He turned his back on her and walked away. As though she was some kind of a toy that lost its amusement value. Ilona felt forlorn and rejected. She had counted a great deal on being some kind of courtesan to Schnermann. In spite of any pain or abuse he might subject her to, it afforded her shelter from the lethal labors other prisoners suffered.
The soldier brought her to a barracks building. A kapo, a female trustee, was in the room. "Here's a new one for your group. Take good care of her! There's a lot of good mileage in her yet!"
Ilona eyed the woman, sizing her up. The woman was heavy set and squat. She was about fifty and healthy looking by comparison to the other inmates Ilona saw about the camp.
"My name is Julie and I don't take any kind of nonsense!" She fixed a stern stare at Ilona, tapping a short whip against her thigh.
Ilona's gaze was fixed on the tapping whip. She had seen the male kapos in action, clubbing and swearing at the men under their charge. In many cases, the prisoners were beaten to death.
"What is your name?" Julie asked her.
"Ilona Weisz!" she answered. For a moment, Ilona thought the kapo might be a friendly face in this hostile sea of dehumanized beings.
Julie's hand snaked out and caught her by the wrist. She twisted Ilona's arm to display the tattooed numbers. Her whip hand brought the whip down hard across Ilona's shoulders.
"You stupid bitch!" Julie snarled. She repeated the numbers on the arm. "That's your name while you're here! Don't forget it! There are other rules you need to know!"
Julie held on to Iona's arm in a tight twisting grip. The whip rose and fell in vicious strokes, emphasizing each rule. Ilona flinched, blinking her eyes shut as the blows cut into her soft flesh.
This beating seemed to hurt more than the ones she suffered at Schnermann's hand. Ilona preferred being beaten by him. At least she found erotic pleasure in his abuse. She didn't relish suffering at Julie's hand.
The kapo stopped beating her. "There's a pail and mop in the corner. Fill up the pail with water from the faucet outside. Mop up the barracks! And don't drink any water from the faucet! It's a good way to wind up with dysentery. That's the quickest way to get out of this camp-dead!"
Ilona hurried to the pail and out the barracks. She was eager to escape further encounter with this kapo. Aside from the beating, Ilona didn't like the way Julie looked at her. She suspected the kapo of having lesbian inclinations. Ilona wasn't interested in finding out through personal experience.
She returned with the pail and began mopping the floor. The work was a welcomed diversion from the abuse meted out to her since her arrival. In a way, it represented something wholesome compared to the degeneracy she had witnessed. It also was something constructive even if it was menial work!
Julie remained close to her, watching Ilona work. She said nothing! It was an ominous silence, making Ilona apprehensive.
"What happened to your dress?" Julie asked.
"They took it away from me."
"I can see why!" Julie answered. She left and returned. "Here! Wear this!"
Ilona was grateful for the drab gown. "Thank you!"
"Don't worry! You'll be paying for it!" Julie told her. "Everything has a price here!"
The tramping clatter of many wooden shoes sounded. "All right! Spill out the water in back of the barracks. Your roommates are returning from their play. It will soon be time for supper," Julie ordered.
Ilona thought Julie sense of humor was sordid. The group of women that trudged into the barracks didn't look as though they spent their day at games. There was a grim defeated look about them. A number of them gave Ilona blank stares of indifference.
She could appreciate their response. They were glad to return alive to their barracks. What difference did it make who else was jammed into their ugly squalor? Ultimately, everyone became one of the walking dead!
A large wagon was brought to their door. They filed out in an orderly fashion to receive their ration of something that passed for soup, a piece of bread smeared with ersatz butter, and a small chunk of salami.
Ilona heard the empty rumbles of stomachs as some of the women greedily ate the abbreviated meal. It was supposed to last until the meager breakfast in the morning. As hungry as she was, Ilona ate her meal slowly, hoping it would last longer.
She searched the women's faces for someone she might know. There was no one! They appeared to have their own cliques. Ilona was hoping to find a sympathetic companion among the group.
"Just get here?" a voice behind her asked.
Ilona turned around to meet a tall blonde who seemed untouched by the ravages of the camp. She wore her hair short. Her eyes betrayed her attempt to appear indifferent.
"Yes! My name is Ilona Weisz. I come from Sopron."
For a moment, she thought of the little town near the Austrian border with its rich farm lands. It was a Heaven compared to the Hell she was in now! Would she ever see it again?
"My name is Shari Nagy! Well, how do you like our wonderful community?"
Ilona appreciated her cynicism. She remembered the admonition of being careful in her speech. For all she knew, her new found acquaintance could be an informer. Ilona shrugged her shoulders. It was a safe reply and could be interpreted any way.
"Some of the others don't like me. I'm one of the pets for these Nazi swine! A lot of them would love to trade places with me," Shari said.
The confession interested Ilona. She speculated about Shari's involvement with the Nazis. Had she been subjected to the same torment as Ilona? Did a dozen or more soldiers fuck Shari as they had done to Eva? She found herself anxious to find out more!
"I suppose it's not too bad if they treat you half decently!" Ilona remarked. She hoped to draw Shari out.
Shari chuckled. "Oh, yes! They're gentle lovers! Here, take a good look!"
She pulled her dress up, exposing her naked body. Ilona sucked her breath in. A soft gasp escaped her lips. Shari's body was a mass of bruises and welts, a spectrum of color from pinkish-red to greenish-purple. The evidence of abuse spread from her tits to her shaven pussy.
"It keeps me alive and fed. I don't have to worry about being beaten to death! And I may live to tell about my vacation at this resort!" Shari said sarcastically.
Ilona could appreciate her philosophy. For a moment, it had appeared she would enjoy the same kind of arrangement.
"How ... how do they choose their pets?" Ilona asked. She tried to make her question sound as though she was curious rather than interest to participate. Her tone of voice was nonchalent although inwardly, she felt her pulse quicken.
"Do you mean you want to join the club?"
Ilona didn't expect the question. She became flustered. "No! Not exactly! It was just....!"
Shari laughed in a low lewd chuckle. "Being fucked by a dog isn't as exciting as being raped by a Nazi pig!"
Ilona's face turned crimson, heating her cheeks.
"I saw that performance this afternoon," Shari said. "That Oberlieutenant Franz Reicher has a terrific sense of humor. More than likely, it was his idea!"
Ilona nodded agreement. "Do ... do ... does one request such an assignment?"
Shari laughed. "You really are naive! They take a fancy to you. Once they do, there's no way out!"
The statement restored her hopes. She expected Schnermann to send for her to continue their perverse relationship.
"I hate to interrupt your social tea," Julie said in a sarcastic voice. She tapped Ilona on the shoulder with her whip. "You and I have a date. Come with me!"
Julie walked towards a private room in the barracks. Ilona followed, fearing to disobey. She had no other alternative. The premonition of participating in some sexual act against her will caused her stomach to churn. Her heart pounded in her chest in rapid beats.
Julie removed her drab prison garb. Ilona gazed at her fat ugly body. With all those emaciated women about, she wondered how Julie had been able to maintain her plump figure. Too bad, the wrong people managed to survive!
"You're not the only one who needs loving! Take off your dress!" Julie ordered.
The door opened and Shari walked in. "Mind if I watch?" A sardonic smile curled her lips. She tossed a tin of sardines onto Julie's bed. From some hidden recess, Shari produced a cigarette and scraped a match into flame. With an air of boredom, she exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Julie stretched out on the bed and splayed her legs. "Suck my cunt!" she ordered.
Ilona held back in hesitant reluctance. Julie sat up, her face red with anger. "You're not a prima donna yet, bitch!" She swung her whip at Ilona. Ilona flinched as the whip struck her several times in vicious cuts. "Tch, tchF' Shari clucked. "After watching the dog fuck her, you'd think she would prefer humans for sex! Or maybe she likes the dogs!"
"Suck me off!" Julie demanded in a voice shaking with enraged agitation.
Ilona knelt between her legs. Her nostrils caught the stagnant offensive odor of unwashed flesh. The fetid smell was overpowering, causing to dry retch. Her cheeks puffed up as she tried to hold it back.
Her face nuzzled the thick patch of hair that surrounded the dark pinkish-red folds of cuntal flesh. A smell of dead rotting fish caused Ilona to shudder. She stuck her tongue out in hesitant exploration.
Julie reached down and pressed her face deep into her foul-smelling snatch. Ilona tried to raise her head to prevent herself from suffocating. She had difficulty in breathing with her nose pressed into Julie's crotch.
"Suck, suck!" Julie urged in aroused passion.
Her velvety tongue dipped into the moist slit. She tasted the salty musky flavor of the sweat beginning to line the walls of Julie's twat. Dona tried to emulate the dog, running her tongue over the damp folds of cuntal flesh in long sweeping licks.
"Oooooo! That's good, that's good!" Julie moaned in husky approval. She shifted her heavy hips in an ecstatic grind. "Now, suck my clitty!"
Ilona shifted her lingual manipulations at the insistent request. She pressed her mouth against the hood of the clitoris and captured the tiny turgid piece of flesh. Her teeth closed over the base of the clitoris. Ilona was tempted to bite the imprisoned erogenous flesh.
Instead, holding it in a firm oral grip without biting, she pulled it taut. Her tongue clicked over the venereal papule in rapid licks. The flat side of her tongue slapped at Julie's clitoris with machine-gun velocity. Ilona was surprised at her ability to suck Julie's pussy.
"That's it, that's it! Oh, you bitch!" Julie exclaimed in a violent outburst. "Suck it, suck it! Oh, oh! My cunt's on fire! SUCK, SUCK, YOUBITCW she demanded in a strident voice.
She kept a tight grip on Ilona's head, pushing it into her snatch. Her hips bucked in frenzied coital movements.
"Ahhrrr, ahhrrr! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Julie declared. "Now, now, you fucking whore! Oh, what a load I'm shooting!"
Ilona's mouth was still fastened against the clitoris. The violent thrusts from Julie's hip created a two-fold problem. She was getting a heavy pounding from the crotch banging into her face. She was also afraid that her oral grip on the clitoris might cause her to bite it. Her main concern was to avoid hurting the barracks supervisor.
"Catch my come!" Julie ordered. "I'm shooting a load. All that lovely come! Drink it out of me, drain me dry!"
Julie transferred her oral attentions. Her mouth clamped over the flooded vulva. She found it more difficult to breathe. Her mouth and nose were almost buried into the flowing snatch. Julie's violent body thrusts weren't helping either.
Her voice was strident. "Oh, you cunt-lapping bitch! Suck me good! That's it! I'm coming again! YAHHHRRRR!" Julie's voice was a savage shriek with blood-curdling overtones. Her rapturous cries startled Ilona.
Julie's body gave a final jerk upward. She convulsed in the final throes of her multiple orgasms. A sigh of erotic pleasure blew from her lips as her body relaxed. Her hold on Ilona's head was withdrawn.
Ilona's mouth and chin glistened with the mixture of her saliva and Julie's come. She was glad this ordeal was over. Sucking another woman's cunt was a disgusting degrading act. Fear compelled her to commit the act. The taste of the dirty unwashed cunt was in her mouth. She found difficulty in rationalizing the act to save her life. Submitting to Schnermann's abuses made more sense according to her reasoning.
She started to rise when she felt a weight on the small of her back. Shari mounted her back, forcing her back to her hands and knees. Shari sat astride her, her legs flanking Ilona's hips. She sat facing Ilona's buttocks, ready to attack the unprotected flesh.
"My what a lovely looking ass you have!" Shari observed. "It almost looks as beautiful as the bruises on my body. Hold still, you bitch! We're not finished with our entertainment!"
A tide of trepidation swept over Ilona. It was bad enough having to suck Julie off! Now, Shari intended to inflict some kind of sadistic torment upon her!
An anguished shout tore from Ilona's throat. Shari's cigarette was pressed into her bruised flesh. The glowing tip seared her buttock. A burning sliver of pain stabbed through her body and tormented her nerve endings.
"So you want to join the club, eh?" Shari challenged. "Well, let's see if you can take it!"
Ilona realized she would be subjected to a vicious ordeal. One, equal or possibly worse than the abuse inflicted upon her by Schnermann. There was nothing she could do about it. She prayed she would be able to last through whatever was planned for her.
Shari stood up and pushed her heel into Iona's ass, sending her sprawling. They turned her over on her back and Julie sat down on her tits. The heavy weight on her chest made breathing difficult for Ilona.
Shari sat astride her hips, facing her exposed and defenseless cunt. Ilona felt it was useless to struggle. Her only hope was to survive any torture or abuse performed on her.
A cold sweat of trepidation caused her to shiver. She recited silent prayers to help her endure whatever the two women had planned for her.
An agonizing scream tore from Ilona's throat. Her shoulders pressed into the floor as she tried to arch her body to shake off the weight of the two bodies.
Shari had a cluster of Ilona's cunt hairs and was pulling them out. Ilona knew it was dangerous to yell or scream during any punishment session.
"Please, please! Don't hurt me anymore! Why are you doing this to me? AHHRRR!" Ilona screamed again.
She tried to thrash about but their weights prevented any strong movement. Her crotch was on fire! Needle-like pain stabbed the soft tender flesh of her groin. Each nerve ending under her skin echoed her screaming anguish.
The outside of her pubes was raw with pain. Ilona was conscious of a warm dampness on her skin. She was bleeding from the torn skin.
Instinctively, she grabbed at Julie's back to throw her off. It was verboten to touch a kapo! Ilona was desperate! She wanted to stop this sadistic torture!
A hard fist struck her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. "Touch me one more time and we'll kill you!" Julie hissed in a threatening voice. Another punch in the stomach emphasized the warning.
For a brief moment, the pain shifted to her stomach and Ilona was thankful for the respite. The pain returned as Shari continued to pluck out the cunt hairs. It stopped! The entire groin area was a field of conflagration.
"Let's shave off the rest!" Shari remarked. She stood up and found a safety razor.
"Please, please, no more, no more! Have mercy! Haven't you tortured me enough!" Ilona wailed, her voice broken by tearful sobs. "Why ... why are you doing this to me? I'm one of you!"
"That's what you think, bitch!" Julie hissed.
In her pain wracked mind, Ilona knew she wasn't one of them. Aside from being a prisoner in the camp, the similarity ended. These two women had a certain status. They had a limited immunity. Nevertheless, it gave Shari and Julie license to abuse her.
Shari took her place astride Ilona's hips. The dull razor scraped against the remaining stubble on the raw flesh. Screams of excruciating agony erupted from Ilona's throat. She didn't know how much longer she could keep from losing her mind.
The rough scraping over the naked pubes stopped. "Now that's what I call a work of art!" Shari remarked.
"An artist always signs his work!" Julie said. "I guess you're right!"
Ilona heard her opening up the razor. "No, no!" she screamed in hysterical protest. "Don't do it, don't do it!" She anticipated Shari's next move.
A savage shriek tore from her throat as the razor blade made an incision into her flesh. She was aware of her crotch being disfigured. Her body was filled with a frenzied strength as she tried to throw off the two women. She managed to unseat Julie. "Sonovabitch!" Julie said in surprise.
Ilona tried to reach for Shari to throw her off. The extreme pain had given her a new found strength. Julie swung her fist at her face and threw her body across Ilona's chest.
A door opened up and two soldiers rushed in, their rifles ready. "What the hell is going on here?" one of them demanded.
The two women sprang to attention. Ilona lay on the floor, crying and moaning in agony.
"So!" the soldier said. "You don't work hard enough during the day. You have enough energy to play at night! I think the Obersturmbannfuhrer should change the work schedule. In that way you won't be so full of pep!" He addressed Ilona, nudging her in the ribs with a gentle kick. "Get up!"
"I ... I can't! They almost killed me!" she sobbed.
He pushed his rifle against a tit. "Better get your ass up or you will really be dead!"
Painfully, she struggled to her feet. She looked down at her mutilated groin. A cry of anguished horror escaped her throat. Ilona cursed at Julie and Shari in Hungarian, insulting their natal origin.
"Buz meg!" Julie answered in the same tongue.
One of the soldiers laughed. "How can she fuck herself in that condition? Come on, the lot of you! The officer of the guard is going to enjoy hearing about this escapade!"