Chapter 6
"Good! Keep your mouth open like that!" he told her. Reicher took a small rubber ball from his box and fitted it into her mouth. Two straps were attached to the ball. He fastened these about her head to keep the ball in place.
"I don't want to disturb anyone just in case you decide to cry out!" he explained.
The cruel metal clips were pressing into the soft nipples. Ilona became concerned. Not so much for the pain she was feeling but whether the clips might shear off the tips of her tits.
He lit a cigarette and studied her in a clinical contemplative look. "You know, I believe you could withstand any kind of pain I might inflict upon you."
Her fear-filled eyes stared back at him. Was he preparing her for some kind of diabolical torture, she thought!
"However, right now I'm not interested in that!"
Or was this a part of the torture? Lulling her into a false sense of security and then inflicting the cruel pain!
"In Berlin, my field of study was psychology," he told her. "We have some medical experts here who have been conducting experiments. Some of them have been successful. I'm more interested in the mind, not the body. I've seen how the kapos and block supervisors react to the people they are in charge of. It is fear and survival that makes them act the way they do. You have never seen a kapo beat another Jew to death, have you?"
Ilona shook her head. She had no idea of what he was trying to convey to her.
Reicher shrugged his shoulders. "No matter! If you see one, you've seen them all!" He dragged on the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke towards her.
"The two women who attacked you were motivated by some reason which is unimportant. But to be motivated by the pleasure of inflicting pain upon someone and enjoying it; to derive a sensual gratification, that is the ultimate! Do you think you are capable of that?" his question and little speech caught her unawares. She was becoming conditioned to having pain inflicted upon her and enjoying a sexual gratification from it. She had crossed the border between pain and pleasure. He was proposing something else!
Ilona forgot about the pain in her tits. She wondered whether he was testing her. Did he want a surrogate to carry out his depraved acts? Would watching someone else carry out his cruel deeds excite him more? Or was he trying to recruit her for some experiment?
She speculated about her ability to do as he asked. Was there a cruel streak lying dormant within her, waiting to be released? Could she inflict pain upon another human without a twinge of conscience?
Ilona doubted it. Yet, if circumstances forced her into a situation compelling her to inflict bodily harm upon another, she would. She thought of Reicher's statement. How the kapos could beat a person fatally without any qualms! She recalled Shari and Julie's treatment of her. Oh, how wonderful it would be to reciprocate! To inflict pain upon them with immunity!
Nodding her head in a vigorous shake, Ilona accepted his offer. Reicher smiled. "So! You think you are able to do what I ask! Let me tell you this! I will give you an opportunity to carry out this experiment. However, should I find out that you are faking, you will regret ever accepting my offer!"
She had committed herself! There was no turning back! His ominous warning filled her heart with fear. One mistake, one display of weakness and her efforts to survive would be wiped out.
He removed the gag. Ilona swallowed several times. "You will not be disappointed, Herr Oberlieutenant, I promise you. Forgive my familiarity but together we will enjoy experiences undreamed of!"
A satanic smile across his face. "Are you ready to start tonight?"
"Yes, yes!" she accepted.
"Good! What do you intend to do?" he asked.
"If I told you that would spoil the excitemtnt. I would like to work on the two you have in the punishment bunker," she said.
Reicher frowned. "You are being motivated by revenge. I warned you! You are defeating my experiment!"
"No, no!" Ilona insisted. Her mind raced for a satisfactory reply. "I have to begin somewhere! After all, your theory is based upon deriving pleasure from committing the act. Believe me, I will have much pleasure in inflicting pain upon those two! And revenge has nothing to do with it!"
He nodded agreement. "We shall see!"
He removed the metal clips for her tits and released her from the chair. Ilona was grateful for the cruel grips taken off her tits. She gave them a quick inspection. The area about the nipples had turned bluish. There was no time to inspect the damage further. She put on her prison garb and followed Reicher out. He had put on his clothes and looked as smart in his uniform as he did when she first saw him.
Summoning a detail of soldiers, Reicher went to the punishment bunker. The two women staggered out of the confined space. The group continued to a building Ilona recognized. She had witnessed a man tortured to death there.
During the walk to the building, Ilona tried to think up fiendish acts to satisfy Reicher's twisted mind. Her life depended upon it!
Inside one of the rooms, the two-women were shackled to the wall in spread-eagled fashion. Reicher issued a command and a machine was brought back.
"Come here!" he ordered Ilona. He fastened a strap about her chest and another about her wrist. "This is a special machine. It will register your pulse and heart beat. It will give me a good indication of whether you are sincere or not during our little experiment."
She reacted to his statement and he laughed. "Good! You've just reacted to my statement. I'll be able to determine your real responses once you start. Is there anything special you want?"
A coating of perspiration soaked into her gown. "Yes! Get me a bottle of alcohol, a thin piece of wire, a pair of pliers, and a broom handle." Ilona felt her respiration increase. Excitement mounted within her as her moment of truth drew near. She hoped she could convince Reicher her participation was satisfactory to him.
Reicher nodded to one of the soldiers. "Macht schnell!"
"I didn't mean to hurt you!" Julie cried out to Ilona. "Please, please! I confess! We lied! Spare me, spare me! Have mercy!"
Shari chorused the same pleas!
"So!" Reicher exclaimed. "It's amazing how the fear of pain can loosen tongues! For lying alone, you two animals deserve to die. It should be very interesting to see what my protege has in mind for you two!"
Ilona was pleased by their confessions. It proved she had beeh telling the truth when she refuted their lies.
The soldier returned with the items ordered. He gave them to Ilona and Reicher dismissed the two men.
"I'm curious to see how you intend to use those things. I have an idea but I want to be surprised," he told Ilona.
She stepped in front of Shari and looked up into her face. The hapless Woman looked back with fearful eyes. She had a pained pleading look on her face. "Oh, no, no! Please, don't hurt me! I'll do anything. No, no!" Her plaintive pleas rose to an anguished wail.
Ilona spilled the alcohol over Shari's pubic hairs. She saturated it, rubbing it in. As she massaged the liquid into Shari's pubes, she felt a sudden exhileration. Ilona didn't know whether it was a result of exacting revenge or the reaction Reicher was hoping she would attain.
"May I have a match please?" she asked.
"Here!" he handed her a cigarette lighter. Shari began to scream before Ilona spun the emory wheel into flame. Ilona brought the flame to the cunt hairs. Shari's crotch burst into flame.
Hysterical shrieks of agony ripped from Shari's throat. The chords in her neck stood out in bold relief. Her face was florid from the effort. She twisted and writhed in an attempt to break free. A stream of urine gushed from the cleft between her thighs. Some of it landed on the blazing hairs. Some smoke and a hissing sound emanated from her crotch.
"Wunderbar!" Reicher exclaimed in a joyful voice.
The stench of burning hair and skin assailed Ilona's nostrils. Her eyes stared at the burning hair, fascinated by the effect. She was susprirse that Shari's screams did not affect her. A strange elation possessed her and Ilona's twat started to sweat in erotic excitation.
Ilona picked up Shari's dress and smothered the flames.
"Why did you do that?" Reicher asked, irritation in his voice. "I was enjoying the show."
"I didn't want to burn my-hand during my next trick," Ilona replied. "You may enjoy it. I know I will!"
There was a dry huskiness to her voice. Ilona made a startling discovery. She had no compunction about subjecting Shari to torture. Some time during the night, she had crossed over a boundary.
She felt a kind of erotic exultation. The kind of feeling she used to have just before she and her husband made love. Juices flowed in her pussy, her heart and pulse beat accelerated, and she would be ready for sex.
Ilona picked up the thin wire. Crouching to get a better view of Shari's cunt, her nose caught the lingering odor of the burnt hair and flesh. With one hand, she parted the darkened cunt lips.
Shari began to squirm and twist to avoid Ilona's next move. Uncontrolled frenzied screams poured from her throat as she pleaded with Ilona.
"No more, no more! Have mercy, have mercy! YAHHRRRR!" Over and over, the hysterical shrieks filled the room.
Ilona ignored her. With the tip of the slender wire, she located the urethra. She shoved the wire into Shari's peehole. It sounded like the cry of a mortally wounded animal! The screams reverberated in the room. Suddenly, Shari's body went limp.
Ilona turned to look at Reicher. His eyes shone with a lustful lustre. She turned her attention to Julie.
Julie had been watching Ilona's treatment of Shari. It was her turn now and her voice broke as she pleaded with Ilona to spare her.
Picking up the broom handle, Ilona inserted it into Julie's twat. She pushed the handle up until Julie began to squirm and react to the uncomfortable pressure. Ilona handled the wooden stick like a bayonet. She kept withdrawing it partially and jabbing it viciously into the defenseless pussy.
After several minutes of this play, she propped the handle into the cunt. Julie was impaled upon the stick as it rested against the floor.
Ilona picked up the pliers and approached her victim. She opened the metal jaws and closed it over the bared nipple of a tit. Squeezing down on the handles, Ilona twisted the clamped Jaws in a slow semicircle.
Julie was protesting as the pliers' jaws crushed the nipple. Her pleas were interrupted by a series of piercing screams. Ilona caught the other nipple and squeezed it with the pliers.
Julie's body jerked and twisted against the metal clamps holding her to the wall. Her impaled cunt was pounded by the imbedded handle. The agonizing screams were broken by tearful pleas of mercy.
The first attacked nipple was lacerated by Ilona's treatment. Blood dripped from the torn node. A claret rivulet started to trickle from the impaled cunt. Ilona applied more pressure to the captured nipple. A maniacal shriek filled her ears as she tore at Julie's breast. She ripped the nipple off. Julie's body convulsed and went limp.
Ilona didn't know what had possessed her to commit these sadistic acts. She was aware of an exhileration filling her pores. An urgent need to have sex came over her. Turning to Reicher, she saw him jerking off.
Without asking permission, she dropped to her knees in front of him. "Please, please! Fuck me, fuck me! Or let me suck your cock! Don't waste it!" She caught his wrist to stop the stroking motions.
"Ja!" he agreed. "Lay down!"
She stretched out on the cold stone floor, splaying her thighs. He dropped his pants and moved on top of her.
He fitted his cock into her venereal trench and she felt it sliding in without any effort. The pressure of his groin against her brutalized crotch was painful. She grimaced to fight off the pain.
Ilona inhaled and exhaled in rapid cadence. There was a cock in her cunt and she thrilled to its presence. The acts of violence had aroused a lascivious passion within. An erotic thirst that had to be satisfied!
She undulated her hips in a sinuous wriggle as Reicher started slow coital thrusts. Soft murmurs of ecstatic approval rumbled in her throat. "Mmm-mmm! Mmmmmm!"
Her eyes were closed in rapturous bliss. She opened them briefly to glance up into Reicher's face. It was flushed with erotic excitement. Ilona closed her eyes to savor the passionate thrill pervading her.
The sensual contact of the naked prick lodged in her snatch sent voluptuous shivers racing along her spine. It was like a hot poker! She felt heat radiating from that venereal pipe. Or was it the heat of pain emanating from the friction against her injured groin? She didn't care! Only the erotic thrill mattered!
Reicher shifted his hips, driving his prick in and out of her saturated pussy. There was something animalistic about this fuck. He drove his cock deep into her hole with urgent thrusts. She felt the forceful jabs striking the sentient walls of her vagina. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
She clutched at her tits, squeezing the nipples. Ilona found the manipulation of her breasts in conjunction with the fucking intensified the electrifying thrill flowing through her.
Her tongue flicked out. Licking her lips as though she could taste the succulent rapture of the moment. Her body continued to burn with a fiery passion.
Ilona's ecstatic responses were infectious. Reicher responded by increasing the tempo of his piston ing cock. His breathing was punctuated with rasping gasps. "Hunnrrr! Htmnrrr!" His tobacco breath blew into her face.
She arched her back, stiffening it. Her shoulders and soles of her feet supported her body. She made frenzied pelvic thrusts, alternating the movements with a slight pause, then wriggling her ass, and back to the pelvic thrusts.
A carnal conflagration percolated the sensual thrills in her loins. She felt the violent bubbling in her venereal cauldron. Her pinned frame quivered and shook in erratic sensuous gyrations. Both of their breathing became more labored as their fucking thrusts accelerated.
Ilona spoke in short bursts. Her jerking body interrupted the flow of words. "Oh! ... This is ... wonderful! ... Won ... der ... ful! Yo! Yo!" she spoke in Hungarian. "Good ... good! Just ... a ... little ... more! ... I'm ... coming! ... I'm ... coming!" she announced in an animated voice.
A sluice gate opened and cascaded a torrent of come over his prick. The heavy profusion of her liquid tribute was damned up by his phallic plug. A flush of exhilaration tainted her bare flesh.
Reicher kept pumping his cock furiously in and out of her saturated pussy. With a sudden burst, his thrusting schlong exploded like a sky-rocket. Dollops of glutinous jism splashed into her quim.
Her vibrant cunt caught the deep contractions spasming inside his pulsating dick. She loved the rhythmic throbbing of his cock. A delicious intoxication filled her senses. Ilona emitted a soft sigh of rapturous bliss.
Reicher's body was pressed against hers. They lay there, belly to belly, their crotches welded together. The pressure of his groin on her bruised groin didn't bother her. Although, she was aware of a throbbing pain.
He separated from her, his spent cock dripping with their mutual come. She remained on the floor, reveling in this ecstatic moment. Looking up at him, she asked, "Did I pass the test?"
At the inception, Ilona had been concerned about being able to do the sadistic acts. Discovering the ease with which she did it, Ilona was concerned with pleasing her mentor. The change in her character make-up didn't bother her either. She was unconcerned about the two women's physical condition or fate.
He met her look and smiled back. "Ja, ja! You did a splendid job! I have great plans for you. Tomorrow, we will continue with the experiments."
She watched him examine the two unconscious women. "This hunk of lard is dead!" he said, poking Julie. "We will save this one for another time. She is still breathing. I will leave orders for the disposition of their bodies. Come! You will sleep in my quarters tonight!"
Sleep in my quarters! Those words were like a reprieve! It was the first step towards an unformulated plan to escape. She didn't know how or when! But being away from the barracks helped!
Reicher insisted that she take a bath first before sleeping in his room. A bath with real soap! What a luxury! For the first time since she arrived, Ilona found an opportunity to relax. In spite of the burning sensation in her crotch and ass, she managed to soak in the tub for some time. When she finished, she cleaned out the tub.
She found herself defending her character transition. It was keeping her alive! It was also giving her an opportunity to live better than the other inmates!