Chapter 5
Ilona had difficulty in walking. Her entire groin was on fire. She knew it was useless to protest. Life at the camp was an expendable commodity. Dead people reduced the number to be guarded.
Oberlieutenant Franz Reicher was the officer on duty. He listened to the report of the incident. His eyes were fastened on Ilona's bleeding pubes as the soldier finished speaking.
"What have you to say, kapo?" he asked.
"With all respect, Herr Oberlieutenant, this bitch is a troublemaker," Julie's voice was subdued and respectful. "She attacked the other prisoner and made derogatory remarks."
"Yes, Herr Oberlieutenant, that is true!" Shari corroborated the other's statement. "This woman said a lot of nasty things about me and my ancestry!"
"Lies, lies!" Ilona sobbed softly. "It's not true!"
"Hmmmm!" the S.S. officer grunted in skeptical reply. "And what is your version of the story?" he asked Ilona.
She started to say something and stopped. The two women had provoked the situation and made her suffer. They had placed her in a precarious position. Ilona realized if she testified against them, it might make things worse for her. Especially with the S.S. officer! This was a situation that required prudent tact.
"I am ready to forget the entire matter," Ilona answered. She gazed into Reicher's eyes and thought she saw a flicker of approval.
"Since the accused will say nothing in her behalf, I must assume the accusation is true," he said. A frightened look of protest filled Ilona's face.
"However," he continued, "the story from another witness about how you were involved in salvaging this slut's honor," he jerked his thumb at Shari, "leads me to believe the story is a lie!"
The two women started to protest. "I can tell by your faces that I have guessed the truth." He turned to the soldiers. "Let these lying bitches spend a few days in the punishment bunker. By then, they should be ready to tell me the truth!"
Shari and Julie protested their innocence and the harshness of his edict. Ilona enjoyed a small sense of satisfaction.
The punishment bunkers dotted the camp. It was an upright shelter without lights or windows. More than one prisoner was packed in it without shoes or blankets. With several prisoners packed into the limited space, only one prisoner at a time could sit down to take the strain off the legs. The cold stone floor, lack of warmth and comfort, and the cramped quarters invariably led to the prisoners fighting to sit down and attempt some comfort.
Reicher called out for an orderly. The soldier snapped to attention in his presence. "Take this prisoner to infirmary and get them to patch her up. Bring her back afterwards."
"Thank you, thank you, Herr Oberlieutenant!" Ilona offered her grateful appreciation.
She knew he would exact payment from her for this gesture. It didn't matter! At least she would receive needed medical attention. This was the second time preferential treatment had been given to her.
Dr. Karlay was awakened to take care of her. "Well they really did a job on you this time! Which officer was your playmate?"
"None of them! It was my block supervisor and one of the officers' mistresses. I'm lucky to be alive."
"You don't know how true those words are!" he replied.
He told her about the limited supply of proper drugs and equipment in the infirmary. She listened as he explained about the real hospital in the camp. Where patients slept four and five in tiered bunks! Where every day, Dr. Meister made his rounds and selected the ones to be put to death! Where the sick were fortunate if they died in their sleep!
She listened aghast at this revelation. The ward she had been in was a special ward. The patients in it were used for medical experiements or preferred treatment. Preferred meaning the mistress of an officer.
"Has anyone tried to escape from here?" she asked.
He laughed. "The best way to escape is to die! The main objective is to stay alive, if that is any better!"
"If one can get past the electrified wire, there's the machine guns. Then you have to remain unseen. Running around the countryside in our special uniform will attract attention. Would you like to hear more?" he answered.
"No! Just patch me up and hope I can manage to remain alive."
He finished treating her wounds. "That's the best I can do for you under the circumstances. Let's hope you don't get any infection."
"Thank you. I know you have done your best!"
"There's a lack of hospitality in this hell hole. I know there's very little food but I thought you might need something to help you make it!" he said.
He went to a floorboard and pulled it up. From his hiding place, Karaly produced a small tin of sardines, a small metal box, and a bottle. The small metal box had cookies in it and the bottle had lemonade.
There was nothing elegant about this hastily contrived feast. To Ilona, it represented a banquet. She couldn't understand being left alone with the doctor by the soldier. She was thankful for it. It afforded her the chance to eat the food. The meager supper was giving her pangs of hunger again. This snack helped to relieve it.
Karaly escorted her to the door. He shook hands with the soldier. Ilona was certain there was an exchange of some kind. A bribe for allowing them privacy! She didn't know what Karaly had given him. She didn't care! All that mattered was the preservation of her interests!
The soldier returned Ilona to Reicher's office. He told the soldier he was not to be disturbed for an hour. Alone with Reicher, Ilona said, "I want to thank you again, Herr Oberlieutenant, for believing me."
"Personally, I don't care how you Jews kill each other. I just couldn't see wasting a good piece of ass like you. Take off that damn gown!" he ordered.
It was time to make payment for his favor! Ilona was glad Karaly had given her some food. It would give her some strength after the punishment she took. She expected to receive more at Reicher's hands. Her stomach was fuller and she felt better prepared for anything he meted out.
She watched with indifference as he stripped off his clothing. His body was lean and lithe. Her eyes swept over his athletic frame and focused on the semierection dangling between his legs. He followed her gaze and smiled.
"So! You're admiring my schlong! Good! At least you have good taste! Now, bend over that chair!"
A strange exhilaration began to pulsate through her. Ilona found the anticipation of sex arousing her. She wondered if it would be accompanied by some sadistic act. Since her first encounter with Schnermann, she associated sex with some sadistic act. So far, Reicher hadn't touched her. Her cunt started to salivate. .
She supported herself by placing one hand on the seat of the chair, the other on the back rest. Her body was bent over with her ass thrust out.
Reicher grabbed her buttocks and parted the bruised hillocks. She winced at the lances of pain stabbing her asscheeks. Her crouched over pose exerted pressure on her groin. Ilona screwed up her face in a grimace. Her lips were in a tight compress to hold back groans of pain.
He fitted his cockhead to her asshole. A slow steady pressure wedged the crown past the elastic lips of her asshole.
First, the bullet-shaped nose of his prick gained access. There was a dull ache in her asshole from the pressure on her buttocks. Compared to other pain she had suffered, the ache was more like a tickle.
The small puckered hole expanded in grudging acceptance. Inch by inch, the fleshy probe slid deeper into her anal canal. With a final shove, he impaled her hole on his fleshy spear.
His groin fitted around her curved shapely buttocks. The wiry bristles of his pubic hairs scraped her bruised sensitive skin.
After Schnermann's introduction to anal sex for her, Ilona found herself able to accept it. A mild lascivious thrill permeated her senses. Somehow, she was able to accept this scene.
His cock started a partial withdrawal. She felt the rubbery lips of her asshole yielding its grip on the bone hard shaft. He pushed his dick back and the sphincter welcomed its return. In and out, in slow rhythm. The coital thrusts were deliberate to prolong the thrill.
Reicher shifted his cock. The constricted rectal sheath was subjected to a series of twisting thrusts on the forward strokes.
The erotic contact evoked a thrilling response within her. She answered his stroking prick with sinuous shifts of her ass. Her hips undulated in tandem with the pistoning cock. Heat from the friction of his prick scraping the walls of her rectum ignited a mild incandescent glow. Ilona moved her hips faster. Reicher responded to her unspoken urging. His shaft shuttled back and forth in increased cadence.
"Hunnrr! Htinnrrr!" She heard the grunts induced by his accelerated efforts. She complimented his movements with faster pumping hips.
He shoved his prick in frenzied thrusts. His cock-head rammed into the sensitive muscles of her asshole. Each forward thrust brought his groin into her tender buttocks. The contact sent little ripples of pain washing over her nervous system.
The pain helped to increase the sexual pleasure filling her pores. A sensation of erotic rapture increased the tingling in her pussy. More moisture gathered in the recesses of her cunt.
Ilona was amazed at Reicher's ability to prolong a climax. He sustained a hard-on for a long time. Or so it seemed to her! How wonderful it would be to have a cock fucking her cunt for such a long period!
He was moving faster now with urgent thrusts. From the hard quick movements, she knew he was going to come at any moment. He made his final shove, jamming his cock deep into her asshole. His body quivered with rapturous shivers as his fleshy tube spasmed in a convulsive orgasm.
The glutinous emissions shot out in tremendous bursts, detonated by an erogenous fuse. His cock was tightly packed inside her hole. Spurts of the viscous fluid struck the sensitive muscles of her rectum.
Each impact of his come upon her erogenous flesh sent voluptuous chills sliding along her spine. She enjoyed the piquancy of this type of sexual congress. The contact of his hot jism bathing her asshole made her wish for a hard cock pumping inside her snatch.
He pulled her hips tightly against his crotch and remained coupled to her this way until his cock stopped discharging. A soft wave of warm breath washed over her back. He emitted a quiet sigh of erotic bliss.
At this moment, Reicher seemed almost human. He had not exhibited the sadistic tendencies shown earlier. His treatment of the incident regarding Shari and Jolie showed some signs of justice. At least, Ilona thought so!
After Reicher separated from her, he ordered her to sit in the chair. Sitting was painful. Her groin and buttocks suffered as she sat in the chair. Ilona tried to take her mind off the pain by concentrating on something else.
Her gaze rested on the shrunken stub hanging down from Reicher's crotch. She looked at the heavy balls dangling behind the flaccid cock. The detumescent flesh looking like a miniature sausage with the foreskin hiding the ruby cockhead. That once hard piece of flesh glistening with a mixture of his come and moisture from her asshole. There were small flecks of feces adhering to his dormant cock.
Reicher produced several sets of manacles from a desk drawer. Her ankles were fastened to the legs of the chair. A set of handcuffs fastened her wrists to the arms of the chair. Ilona's thoughts of escaping abuse this night disappeared. It was obvious he planned something special for her.
Her pulse quickened with apprehensive excitement of the torment she was about to experience. The juices in her cunt started to flow again. She sat waiting anxiously for him to do something. Ilona watched him with fearful expectancy for the act that would make her shudder with rapturous pain.
He knelt down alongside of her. One hand cupped the ample succulent tit. His warm moist lips covered the nipple. She closed her eyes, savoring the erotic contact. He pushed two fingers inside the throat of her cunt.
Ilona enjoyed the frigging thrusts as he fired her passions. His fingers massaged the dampened walls of her snatch. Reicher played equal homage to the ruby studded tits. She murmured soft moans of ecstatic pleasure as his erotic play increased her carnal ardor.
He was treating her more like a lover than some lowly captive. Ilona had a vague awareness something would happen soon. In the meantime, she intended to enjoy this moment of erotic pleasure.
The nipples on her tits hardened, standing out in a miniature caricature of a hard-on.
Reicher stopped the oral and manual stimulation. He went back to his desk. Ilona watched him. He removed a large black box. Returning to her, he took out two metal clips. Her eyes widened in frightened anxiety. The clips were attached to her nipples.
She felt the pain as the metal lips dug into the tender tips of her tits. Opening her mouth in a silent cry, she hoped the pain would escape through her lips.