Chapter 7
Ilona slept on a carpeted floor. In the morning, Reicher had breakfast served to him. He gave her part of his meal. Some eggs, toast with marmalade, a strip of bacon, and coffee.
During her short time there, Ilona had sampled the sparse fare. There wasn't much of the eggs and j ust one slice of bacon and toast but it was adequate. More than the subsistence given to the prisoners!
"I've ordered some decent clothes for you," he said. "It ruins the effect of the experiments if you go around in that junk they give the animals here!"
In answer to a polite knock on the door, Reicher ordered the caller in. A kapo loaded down with an armful of women's clothing entered.
"Good morning, Herr Oberlieutenant! Here are the clothes you ordered."
Ilona was seated at a table naked. Reicher didn't want her to put on the grubby prison garment after the bath. The kapo looked across at her. It was a female trusty. A look passed between the two women. Ilona wasn't sure whether the look was one of contempt or envy. She made a mental note to watch out for this one. The kapo could be friend or foe! Ilona wasn't taking chances.
"Here, try some of this on!" Reicher ordered.
Ilona stood up and walked to the pile of clothing. The kapo stared at Ilona's scarred groin. Ilona walked proudly, displaying her scars with brazen dignity.
After several attempts, she found underwear, a bra, a dress, and sweater for her wardrobe. Reicher dismissed the kapo with the remainder of the clothing.
"Tell me!" he began, "Do you think you can inflict unusual pain upon men s well as women?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? There is no difference!"
He chuckled. "Good! Let's see how well you do this morning!" Ilona followed him out into the camp street. They returned to the room of the previous evening.
She noticed the blood from Julie's body had been cleaned up. In the middle of the room, a guerney had been wheeled in. A naked man was strapped to the wheeled medical table. He was a pathetic sight. The ravages of the strenuous camp life had begun to take its toll on him.
There was a frightened confused expression on his face. Ilona guessed his age at thirty or forty. After several months in the camp, one aged considerably.
"Why is this man here?" she asked Reicher.
"What difference does it make?" he snapped in mild annoyance. "He's here for the experiment!"
"Aside from the experiment, if I knew why he was selected, it would help me choose something unusual for him," she answered.
Reicher nodded. "I see the point! This man is tubercular. Normally, we would put him to death immediately. But I reuqested the use of his body for our purposes."
She nodded. Her mind tried to concentrate on devising some satisfactory torture for this poor devil. Her position was like a court jester! She had to keep the king constantly amused! One bad day and the career would be ended!
At the same time, Ilona felt an excitement blossoming inside of her. She recalled the events of the previous evening. How easy it had been for her to abuse the two women! The wonderful sex she had had with Reicher!
She reached out and grasped the victim's cock. Touching the erogenous flesh sent an ecstatic shiver through her. The poor camp food and the rigors reduced a man's sexual drive. But his libido was still intact! His cock responded to her sensual touch. His prick grew hard and stiff.
Prolonging the play would only make him come prematurely. That would destroy her plans.
"I'll need a mousetrap and a feather!" she said.
"What a combination! It should be amusing to see how you intend to use it," Reicher remarked. He stepped to the door and ordered the two items.
While they waited, Ilona made small conversation with her victim. The orderly returned with her request and Ilona began her demonstration.
Taking the feather, she ran it across the man's body in a lambent caress. She brushed it across the soles of his feet, along his ribs, and under his armpits. He squirmed on the table during the exploration. When the feather touched his armpits, he began to laugh.
The table rocked as he wriggled back and forth. It threatened to overturn. Reicher came over to hold the guerney from toppling over.
The room echoed with the man's laughter. Saliva caught in his throat and he began to choke. His face grew red. Ilona stopped tickling him. She didn't want him to die on her before she finished the torture planned for him.
"You see! We want you to be happy!" she told him.
Her fingers trembled as she set the mousetrap. The excitement mounted in her as she prepared the next part of the act.
She curled her fingers about the dormant stub of cock flesh. With slow strokes, she nursed it into a hard-on. As Ilona massaged the soft flesh into a stiff hard shaft, she spoke in lascivious phrases.
"Don't be frightened, little one! Before you die, you will have one glorious orgasm. I want to see your lovely stiff prick. Don't you want to enjoy a good fuck? Oh, what a lovely hard-on you have!" Her voice was low and inviting.
The conversation and her performance increased her aroused passion. A heavy coating of lubrication saturated her cunt. She squeezed her thighs together to keep it from dripping out.
Her victim's prick was ready. Ilona brought the trap to the ruby corona. The man on the table cried out. "No, no!" Too late!
His cockhead touched the release mechanism. The spring sent the metal bar flying and it snapped over the engorged flesh. An agonizing primitive cry filled the room. "YAHHRRR!" The stiff hard cock disappeared. A deep red piece of flesh remained entrapped. The man fainted.
"You started out with a good idea," Reicher said. "But the idea is to prolong the agony without the victim passing out. Now what do you intend to do?"
Ilona realized Reicher was annoyed at her and her new found status was in jeopardy. Her mind was in a turmoil as she tried to think of a quick answer.
"We'll wait until he regains consciousness. In the meantime, let's bring Shari back. I want to try something on her."
He frowned. "This is your last chance. If you don't improve, I'll work on you!"
"I will also need the electric equipment," Ilona said.
A guard brought Shari to them. After she was shackled to the wall, the electrodes were wheeled in.
"Please, Ilona, don't hurt me anymore! I can't take it! Have pity! Haven't you done enough to me already?" Shari pleaded.
"I don't have any bad feelings towards you," Ilona replied in a saccharine tone. "In fact, I like you. That's why I'm doing this to you."
She fitted an electrode inside Shari's cunt; another was inserted into her ass. Picking up the mousetrap, she reset it. Ilona pressed it against the tip of Shari's tit. The spring sent the metal bar crashing down, imprisoning the soft tender flesh. A scream of excruciating pain ripped from Shari's throat. Tears filled her eyes. Heavy sobs caused her tits to rise and fall.
The mousetrap dangled from the one tit. It jiggled up and down with the movement of the breast. A deep red welt showed about the areola when Ilona removed the trap.
Shari continued to moan and cry, interrupting her tearful wails with pleas for mercy. Ilona reset the trap and brought it to the tip of the other tit. SNAP!
The metal bar came down and dug into the tit with cruel force. A blood-curdling yell rang in Ilona's ears. She began to alternate between the two tits. The act increased her sadistic fervor.
Going back to the control panel, she had Reicher show her how to operate the machine. Ilona turned on the current, keeping the voltage low.
Shari's body started to twitch and writhe against the wall. "Stop, stop! Please! I'll do anything you want! No more, no more!"
Her pleas acted like an aphrodisiac on Ilona. Ilona was ready to have carnal contact with Reicher. She knew he wouldn't be ready until much later.
Instead, Ilona returned to using the mousetrap on Shari's tits. The torture continued. Ilona returned to the machine and increased the current.
Shari's body thumped against the wall in convulsive gyrations. The tips of her tits were swollen and discolored by the constant abuse from the trap. The skin on one tip was broken and blood dripped from the disfigured tit.
Ilona lost contact with reality. All she could think of was the reaction her victim's agony had upon her. She was experiencing a strong erotic thrill. Gazing at Reicher, she saw the effect it had upon him. He had his cock out and was caressing it with gentle strokes.
"Wait, wait! I haven't finished yet!" Ilona insisted. "This is going to be a masterpiece!"
She went to the bound man. He was conscious. Her plan was worthy of the depravity affecting her.
"Help me get these two together!" Ilona summoned him.
Outlining her scheme, Ilona received a gleeful chuckle from Reicher. They released the man and made him lay down on the floor. Shari was taken down from the wall and placed alongside of the man.
The two victims' ankles were locked together with handcuffs. Another set of manacles cuffed one wrist to the other. Shari and the man had one hand free as they lay on the floor.
Reicher wheeled the electrode machine over to the bodies. An electrode was inserted into their asses.
A jolt of electricity was sent into the impacted holes.
"Start fucking each other!" Reicher demanded.
With their free hands, Shari and the man began to massgae their erogenous flesh. She stroked his bruised prick while he frigged her cunt.
Reicher and Ilona crowded close to watch the developments. It took a while but the man's cock responded. He guided it into Shari's snatch.
Ilona watched the coital coupling. It added to the passionate turmoil growing inside of her. Her nostrils flared and her breathing grew deeper and more rapid.
As she witnessed the lascivious scene, she felt a hand moving under her dress. Exploring fingers reached the open leg of her panties. Reicher pushed two fingers into her moistened cunt. Ilona emitted a low moan of ecstatic approval. "Ohhhrrrr!"
"Let's take off our clothes!" she suggested in a husky sultry voice.
Within minutes, they were naked also as the couple on the floor continued to fuck.
Ilona went to the machine and increased the voltage. The coupled victims began to cry out in anguished protests. Their bodies jerked in violent thrusts as the electrical current animated them. Shari and the man shouted and pleaded for release from this devilish torture.
Instead, Ilona found herself chorusing Reicher's gleeful sadistic laughter. "Keep fucking!" she demanded. She went to the machine and turned the dial another notch.
The bodies on the floor continued to thrash in frenzied bucks.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Reicher remarked in a sardonic chortle.
Ilona turned the volume up some more. The bodies started to convulse. A loud, tired, anguished groan came from the man. His body stiffened in a final thrust. Shari uttered an agonizing shriek as her body became rigid. Suddenly, both bodies relaxed but continued to convulse.
The strain had killed them and the electrical current kept them moving.
The sight she had witnessed stirred Ilona's lustful inclinations to an intense fever. She had an urge to fuck forever. Her urge was to rape Reicher but she knew she had to wait for his signal of acceptance.
She trembled in anticipation of the sexual consummation of the experiment.
"Hurry! Suck my cock!" he ordered. "I'm almost ready to come!"
Kneeling in front of him, she absorbed the hard piece of flesh in her mouth. She hardly began when he made a few thrusts into her mouth. "Ohhhrrrr!" Reicher groaned. His body stiffened briefly.
The prick between her compressed lips geysered. His fleshy tube seemed to expand as the copious stream flowed into her mouth. She tried to capture the thick emissions and gradually swallow his creamy come. The sweet jism continued to fill her oral cavity. At last, the force of the glutinous fluid diminished! He stopped coming!
Her lips pressed down on the softening flesh and milked out the last vestiges of his come.
Sucking Reicher off only satisfied her partially. Ilona needed to gratify her own licentious longings. She wanted to feel a cock pumping in her ass or cunt. Preferably the cunt!
The bodies were still locked together in a gruesome fuck. Reicher shut off the machine.
Ilona took a desperate chance. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" she begged. No prisoner told Reicher what to do! Every nerve within her cried out for relief from the lustful craving she had.
"Suck my prick to get it hard again!" he told her.
She was thankful for this gesture. Her lips closed about the soft cock and munched on the flesh with greedy nibbles. "Get hard, get hard!" her silent thoughts urged his prick to stiffen. Ilona was anxious to sate her hungry lust.
His prick responded to her oral persuasion. The pliant cock swelled into a stiff hard shaft. Her supple lips maintained an oral massage. "You can stop now!" he said. She released her grip, letting his prick slide out of her mouth.
Her eyes feasted on the penile sausage, pinkish-red and glistening with her saliva. Ilona's cunt salivated, hoping for his cock to ravish it.
"Turn around and bend over!" he commanded.
He parted the asscheeks and shoved his uriener between her buns. Holding her hips for purchase, Reicher pushed his prick up to its full length into her hole. He started to rotate his pelvis in a sinuous grind. His hot piece of turgid flesh grounded into the confines of her pliant asshole like a pestle in a mortar. She shifted her ass in a slow twist, letting his probing dick massage her anal muscles.
The bone-like flesh imbedded in her ass sent radial ripples through her. She found the presence of his cock in her ass, comforting.
His penile strokes were deliberate and slow. His cock drew back in a partial withdrawal. A slight pause and the re-entry was made in the same way. It was an unhurried fuck that prolonged the exciting friction created by the constricted grip on his prick. The same friction sent sensual tingles pulsating in her asshole.
A thought came to her. She reached for the lips of her hot wet snatch. Her stroking fingers passed over the clitoris and a shock wave of erotic rapture rippled along her spine.
Ilona closed her eyes in dreamy contemplation. Her stroking fingers maintained the same lazy rhythm of his shuttling prick. The day-dreaming was interrupted by a change in Reicher's cadence. His withdrawal was slow but his return was faster and harder.
He rammed his cock into her tight hole with a strong thrust. The battering prick slammed at the wall of muscle separating her cunt from her ass. Her fingers stroked harder and faster over her erogenous flesh. She tantalized the sensitive cunt, adding to the erotic rapture she was enjoying.
She wriggled her ass and rocked back and forth in coital thrusts. He acknowledged her cue and accelerated the pistoning of his prick. With the increased cadence, Ilona increased the frigging of her pussy. Her fingers moved to her clitoris. She began a series of rubbing and pulling strokes on the stiff piece of tiny engorged flesh.
His thrusting cock stirred new lustful thrills in her. She emitted low murmurs of delight. "Mmmm-mm! Mmmmmm!"
Reicher's swaying balls flailed at the inside of her thighs in soft pats. His hips were rocking faster. She heard his heavy grunting from the exertion of his increased efforts. Her teasing fingers strummed in faster strokes across her clitty.
Their coupled bodies pistoned back and forth in frenzied movements. Her frame quivered in the throes of an oncoming orgasm.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned in ecstatic anguish. "I'm going to come, I'm going to come! Oh, it's wonderful! It's wonderful! Oh, your cock feels so good!"
Her lascivious remarks made him respond with stronger thrusts. His breathing became more labored. Her fingers were a blur in their frantic massage over her clitty. The stirring exhilaration began to churn in the entrals of her snatch. It struck with the sudden force of a catapult!
Ilona's hand was drenched with the downpour of musky come. The thick sticky substance saturated her fingers. Inside her steaming twat, her orgasmic lava bubbled.
The battering prick in her ass made a final thrust. His prick contracted and expanded. The erupting prick was stuck in her anal scabbard up to the hilt. She felt the hot jism spraying her anal wall.
His lower trunk was curved about her rounded ass as he expended the last drop of come. He rested his head on her back for several minutes. With a reluctant sigh, he removed his shrunken cock from her asshole. It came out with a soft, moist, popping sound.
"Ach! That was good! You are improving! I think it's time for us to have some lunch. Afterwards, we will experiment some more!"
His invitation for lunch was welcomed. She was concerned about afterwards!
Accepting his depraved philosophy wasn't difficult. She had embraced it like a true proselyte. Inflicting pain on another human and enjoying it was the easy part. Each time he exposed her to it, he expected more.
Ilona felt like the maiden in the Arabian Nights. In order to stay alive, the maiden recited a different story for a thousand and one nights. Ilona didn't think her imagination was that good. She was slowly running out of ways to torture people.