Chapter 8
Reicher allowed her to sit at the table with him. This was another concession hard won. He didn't give her a large portion of food. What there was of it was tasty and wholesome! There was no lunch for the prisoners slaving on the various work details!
Being a part of Reicher's experiment had caused three deaths already. Ilona had contributed to three innocent people's deaths. There were no feelings of remorse or guilt. Only the incentive to stay alive! If it meant killing others to achieve this end, so be it!
It wasn't difficult to do once you bribed your conscience with the offer of living. At one time, she had mixed emotions about doing what she did. No more! She found a sexual outlet based on pain and she desired more.
"Well, what have you planned for this afternoon?" he asked. "I have invited Ober-sturmhann fuehrer to be present. I want to demonstrate my theories to him. If he accepts my projects, I will be able to obtain additional guinea pigs! Don't disappoint me!"
Ilona knew what the admonition meant! Don't make Reicher look bad or else it would be bad for her!
There was still some time left. Ilona strained her brain to create a scene suitable to Reicher's taste. Something novel and interesting enough to influence Schnermann.
"Before we leave, let me know what you will need so that we don't waste any time!" Reicher said.
"It's a shame that Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer Schnermann didn't see the demonstration this morning. If it wasn't for the fact that you saw it, I would use it," she said. Secretly, she hoped he would suggest using it again. That would solve her problem.
"That was good! Worthy of consideration but no! I do not want to see that again. So? What have you in mind?"
"I will need a man and a woman," she requested. "And several whips, a soldering iron, and several long surgical needles. Yes! That should do it!"
His eyes shone with enthusiasm. "I know you will not disappoint me. If you help me succeed, I can premise you a much easier life here!"
Another incentive had been given to her. Make Reicher look good and live longer and better! She was determined to give her best performance.
Reicher picked up his phone and ordered Ilona's requisitions. When they arrived at the demonstration room, Schnermann was waiting for them with two young girls. The man and woman Ilona asked for were already fastened to the wall. Reicher went through the military formality of recognizing his superior.
The lieutenant waved his arm towards the two imprisoned victims. It was Ilona's cue to begin.
"We'll need our assistants naked and facing the wall," Ilona said. "Better still! I think the demonstration will be more effective if they are suspended from the ceiling."
Reicher snapped his fingers and two soldiers jumped forward to complete her request. In a short while, the man and woman were stripped and hanging from a chain by their wrists.-Ilona picked up a cat-o'-nine tails. She shook out the lashes to straighten the strips of leather. She brought her arm back and swung viciously at the woman's back. The woman's body twitched and the body swung on the chain from the force of the blow. The only sound the woman uttered was a low groan.
SPLATT! The tails were brought across the woman's buttocks. Her legs parted. Ilona brought the whip sharply into her crotch. She caught her helpless victim inside the crotch, hitting her ass and cunt.
"Kiirva!" The woman spat out contemptuously. Her legs scissored in wild kicks to shake off the pain.
"So I'm a whore, eh?" Ilona snarled. SPLATT! SPLATT! The lashes struck twice in butal blows across the small of the woman's back.
Each time the body jerked from the blow, Ilona felt a surge of lustful current. A film of moisture coated her cunt. Her arm was tiring from the beating. It was time to present some other diversion for her audience.
Plugging in the soldering iron, Ilona watched the tip glow from red to white. Her blood was racing faster through her system. She felt it pounding in her temples. The effect upon her was like a powerful stimulant. A raging turbulence was a whirlpool in her loins.
She applied the tip of the iron to the anus of the woman. A savage howling scream shattered the watchful silence of the spectators. The woman writhed and screamed in sustained agony. Ilona smiled, her lips twisting in a sadistic grin.
The woman swung about on the chain supporting her frame in midair.
"Tie their feet down!" Ilona ordered. She was caught in the fever of depraved passion. A soldier fastened the legs of the two victims to the floor.
Ilona stepped in front of the tortured woman. The face was contorted in agonized pain. Her face was pale with weakness from the ordeal. The small elongated tits bounced up and down with her heavy sobs.
With trembling hands, Ilona brought the iron to the exposed cunt. A soft hissing sound was lost in the hysterical shriek the woman emitted. A small wisp of smoke emanated from the abused pussy. An odor of burnt flesh filled Ilona's nostrils.
She felt her knees grow weak as the orgasm exploded in her cunt. Ilona had progressed to another plateau in her conversion. It was no longer necessary to have sex after the sadistic demonstrations to sate her lust. She was able to climax with the sight and sound of her victim's agony.
Orgasmic lava spilled out of her vaginal volcano, trickling down the sides of her thighs. What a glorious erotic thrill to hear and see the pain she inflicted! Ilona touched the underside of a tit and the woman screamed with an ear-piercing shriek. The body jerked and went limp.
There was time to come back to the woman later when she revived. She had the man to work on now. Turning her attention to him, she met his gaze of defiance and disgust.
"Lofasz a segedbe!" he shouted at her.
Ilona's face darkened in embarrassed anger. Reicher laughed and Schnermann asked why he laughed.
"This Hungarian animal shows spirit! He told her to have a horse's prick up her ass!" Reicher translated.
She picked up the soldering iron and jammed it viciously into his ass. His body stiffened and he gritted his teeth. This bastard would be screaming for mercy before she was through with him!
The odor of burnt flesh grew strong. Ilona removed the iron. "How did you like that?" she snarled.
He sucked in his breath in a deep inhalation. His head shook to rid himself of the cobwebs of darkness gathering there "Kurva!" he answered weakly.
She picked up a slender surgical needle. Grabbing his cock in one hand, she rammed the pin through the head of his prick. It penetrated one side and came out the other.
A low groan of anguish rumbled in his throat. Damn! This momzer was a tough one!
Ilona placed the iron against one end of the needle. A twisted sadistic smile played on her lips. "Beg for mercy, you animal!"
"Buz meg!" he groaned.
This was a tough nut to crack! The others had been easy. His defiance was infuriating her. She was losing control of the situation, making her look bad. Ilona glared at the man. Her objective was to torture the victim calmly, savoring the carnal rapture of the moment.
Pausing to collect her wits, Ilona began over again. She brought the soldering iron directly on his prick, she watched his face for signs of agony.
His eyes were shuttered tight. His face was screwed up in pain. Compressed lips filtered out muffled moans. Her pulse began to beat rapidly. You'll scream for me, yet, she said in silent taunt!
Ilona removed the iron from his cock. She reached for his balls. The fleshy sac rested in her cupped palm. An erotic tingle shot up her arm and travelled to her cunt. She felt the erogenous itch in her damp slit.
Her palm toyed with the twin agates in a gentle caress. "What lovely balls you have!" she smirked.
She looked up into his face. For the first time, fear reflected in his eyes. The pulsating erotic thrill grew stronger within her. She had found the chink in his armor of courage! An exhilerating elation stirred inside her and increased the juices in her cunt.
Ilona squeezed softly on his balls. "All you have to do is ask for mercy! You have proven how brave you are. That isn't too much to ask for, is it?"
Exerting a little more pressure, she gave him a sympathetic look. She hoped he would interpret it as a sincere offer.
"No, never!" he answered.
"Then, enjoy this!" she said. She squeezed a little harder, pressing the two balls together.
"Ahhhrrrr!" he groaned. It wasn't a loud cry but it was a start! Ilona was pleased with the reaction she got. His low cry of pain evoked a flush of erotic rapture for her. Her fingers tightened on the pliant mass.
He screamed! A triumphant smile played on her lips. She kept the pressure up. His hips rocked in coital thrusts trying to shake her grip loose.
Ilona loosened her grip for a brief moment and squeezed again. Another cry of pain bubbled from his throat. She picked up a needle. A sharp thrust through the loose scrotum skin and she skewered one of his balls.
This thime she struck the right nerve! A tormented scream echoed in the room. Ilona's cunt overflowed form the spasming orgasm. Her senses reeled from the ecstatic headiness of the rapturous exaltation.
She grasped the needle and worried it back and forth. He continued to cry out in torment. Everything was working out beautifully. Her subject remained conscious for some time, prolonging her thrill.
Ilona turned to see Reicher's reaction. There was a bulge in his crotch. His face was bathed in an ecstatic smile of sadistic bliss. The two girls with Schnermann were transfixed in horrified fascination. One looked as though she were ready to vomit.
Schnermann appeared to be absorbed in clinical interest.
The man's body shook in violent convulsions, grew rigid for a brief moment, then relaxed. A blanket of unconsciousness mercifully spared him further torment.
Ilona looked at the woman, hoping she was conscious. Her frightened eyes were fixed on the man's bleeding cock.
"I'm glad you're back with us!" she said to the woman.
"No, no! No more, please! No more!" the woman begged.
Ilona picked up two needles and the woman uttered a terrified squeal. The needles were pushed through the sides of the areolae. Screams of pain accompanied the torturous thrusts. A thin stream of blood trickled from the wounds. Ilona used the same method of continuous pain. She worried the pins back and forth.
Like an alcoholic needing a drink or an addict desiring a fix, Ilona fought the urge to cry out for sex. She was tempted to frig herself. Inflicting cruel punishment upon her victims had aroused a carnal lust that was overwhelming.
A gasping moan behind made her turn around.
One of the girls had fainted.
"This little bitch doesn't seem to have the stomach for this!" Schnermann remarked in an annoyed voice. "Do you think you can condition her, Franz?" Nothing too drastic! Just to give her a taste of it!"
"Jawohl, Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer!" Reicher assured him. "One has to experience the joy of pain before he can inflict it, nicht wahr, Jewish pig?"
"Yes, yes!" Ilona agreed. "You are right, Herr Lieutenant! Perhaps we can give the Herr Obersturmhannfuehrer a demonstration now!"
She was eager for another victim.
"Take down the woman and put this one up!" Reicher ordered a soldier. "And take off her clothes! And don't be too gentle about it!"
The soldier seemed to be happy at the opportunity to strip and touch the young girl. He ripped off the clothes. His hands fondled her breasts as he caught her under the armpits to lift her. She was carried to where the two bodies were strung up. In removing the woman, he made it a point to fondle her cunt and tits.
Ilona smiled at his obvious attmept at a cheap thrill. Reaching up, she slapped at the girl's face. "Wake up, wake up!"
The girl regained consciousness, shaking her head to rid herself of the dazed feeling. The import of her position didn't take effect at first. Realizing where she was, her eyes widened in fear.
"Oh, no, no! Please, please! Don't hurt me! I've done nothing. I can't stand pain! Please, please, have pity!" she sobbed. Her body swayed as tearful tremors shook her.
Ilona ran her hand over the smooth soft flesh of her rounded asscheeks. A lascivious chill rushed along her spine at the contact. In a little while, the white skin would be a bright red.
She ran her expiring hand along the perineum, sliding it into the girl's hairy slit. In a teasing tone, Ilona asked, "how would you like to feel pain? In your ass or cunt?"
Her fingers reached for the clitoris. She pinched and twisted the erogenous node. The girl cried out! "No, no! Oh, please don't hurt me! I haven't done anything to you! Why ... why are you doing this to me?" She cried in a high pitched wail.
Ilona wasn't ready to hurt her yet. She didn't exert too much pressure when she tweaked the vulnerable clitty. Just enough pressure to frighten the girl.
Touching the clitty sent new shivers of erotic delight throughout her nervous system. She had a strong sense of power handling the defenseless piece of flesh.
"Shhhh! Don't carry on so! I haven't started yet! Perhaps, I should start on your breasts!" Ilona taunted. Her hands reached out and massaged the firm resilient mounds of flesh.
The girl tried to shrink from her touch. "Oh, nooo!" she moaned. "Please, please!"
Ilona's eyes shone with sadistic delight. She was enjoying the verbal torment. It was time to begin.
She picked up the cat and swung the whip at the unprotected ass. SPLATT! Her body flinched and swayed on the chain that held her. The gluteal muscles on her buttocks twitched. A cry of frieghtened pain escaped the girl's lips. Reddish welts, the width of the stripes, left an impression on her ass.
Ilona swung the cat again. SPLATT! The girl cried out again. Part of the lashes criss-crossed over the first set of imprints. Heavy sobs shook the girl's body. She continued to plead for mercy.
SPLATT! SPLATT! The lash struck two more times and the splotches of the cream colored skin changed colors. The girl's asscheeks were turning a rosy red. Ilona closed her eyes to imagine the stinging burning sensation in her victim's ass. It was a delicious feeling!
She swung again and parts of the burning red was a flaming red. The young round ass was a mass of bright red. Ilona could almost feel the heat emanating from the bruised buttocks.
The girl began to scream hysterically. Ilona knew the torment the girl was experiencing. She shivered in ecstatic rapture.
"Soon you will know that pain is pleasure and you will beg me to beat you more and harder!" Ilona told her.
Her eyes shone with lust as she continued the beating.
SPLATT! The whip crashed down again and one welt burst open. A strip of blood appeared.
"Oh, yes, yes! You are right! Pain is pleasure!" the girl said. "More, more! Beat me more!"
A malevolent laugh cackled in Ilona's throat. "You are too quick to agree with me. You do not sound like you mean it! You are just saying that to get me to stop beating you. Don't worry! I'll know when you are sincere!"
"No, no! I mean it, I mean it! See, I won't cry out anymore!" the girl insisted.
Ilona swung two vicious blows at the girl's rump.
A muffled grunt filtered past her lips. She called out, "More, more! Pain is pleasure!"
SPLATT! She struck the bleeding bruised buttocks a final time. Her arm was getting weary and the blows were losing their force. For all intents and purposes, the demonstration was a satisfactory one. She was perspiring from the effort. It was time to rest.
Looking at her handiwork, she enjoyed the sight of smeared blood on the girl's brutalized ass. She was satisfied it was a convincing exhibition.
Ilona looked around at Reicher and Schnermann expecting some comment of approval.
"Yes, Franz, it was a convincing show! I'm sure the other officers would like to see it. Perhaps you can arrange one! Let me know!" Schnermann said. "Come!" he addressed the other girl, "it is time for our own entertainment."
As soon as Schnermann was out the door, Ilona, with shameless abandon, removed her clothing. She didn't care anything about the presence of the soldier in the room. She turned to Reicher. His eyes were focused on the brutalized bleeding buttocks with gleaming fascination.
"Get that bitch down!" he ordered the soldier. "I'm going to fuck her. You can have this bitch!"
Reicher stripped off his uniform while the girl was taken down. Ilona stared at his rampant prick, longing to have it inside of her. There was nothing she could do about it! She saw the lust shining in Reicher's eyes. She sighed! From the way the soldier hurried to removed his clothes, she expected a quick fuck. Hardly enough to satisfy her needs!
She lay down on the cold stone floor and waited for the soldier to impale her cunt on his eager cock. A scream ripped through the room. Ilona turned her head in the direction of the cry.
Reicher had his prick in the girl's ass. The girl was moaning and wailing at the violation of her virgin ass. Soft sobbing cries dribbled from her lips. Ilona responded to the sounds and sight of the rape.
Her impassioned libido had diminished when Reicher had selected the girl over her. It returned with renewed impulses as she watched Reicher in action.
He was fucking the girl's ass with a frenzied vigor. Her screams and pleas continued to add to the exciting scene. Ilona began to inhale and exhale in sensual breathing. She couldn't wait for the soldier to start fucking her. "Machen sie schnell!" she urged him in a husky whisper.
The soldier shoved his cock into her anxious pussy. From the way he moved, Ilona sensed a quick fuck, leaving her unfulfilled.
She threw her legs about his hips, imprisoning his body close to hers. "Slowly, slowly! I want to enjoy your cock! Let us enjoy this moment together. Make it last!" she whispered into his ear.
He looked into her face and grinned lewdly. Nodding, he answered, "I'll show you a good fuck!"
Ilona was so engrossed in Reicher and the girl, she never bothered to look at her soldier's cock. She became aware of its snug fit in her snatch. His prick seemed thicker and longer than Reicher's.
The soldier caught one of her tits in his hand and brought it to his mouth. He made soft sucking sounds nibbling on her sensitive nipple. She felt the erogenous node stiffening under his oral teasing.
His prick rode in and out of her moist trench with practiced skill. In response to her urging, he had changed his style. He brought his cock back in a slow withdrawal. The return of his prick was a thrusting drive. Undulating his hips, he gave the drive of his dick a twist, grinding his hard shaft into the sensitive flesh of her vaginal walls.
Ilona exhaled a sigh of blissful approval. "Ahhhhrrr!"
The soldier grinned at her and continued the deliberate twisting grinds. She was enjoying the fullness of the slow pistoning cock. Her ass scraped against the cold stone floor as she wriggled her hips in tandem with his thrusting shaft.
It was ironic! Before this nightmare began, her sex life with her husband was normal. She enjoyed the foreplay and the frenzied coupling. Now, she doubted if she could ever return to that life. Her standards had changed!
Sadism was the opiate she needed to arouse her! It didn't matter whether she was the donor or recipient! She required the lascivious thrills the act generated.
"Bite my tit!" she urged in a low hoarse voice. "Fuck me, fuck me harder!"
His teeth dug into her tit. The nerve endings sent messages of pain to her head. She groaned in appreciative agony as he bit harder.
Her heart and pulse beat increased. She was breathing faster. As though her response was contagious, the soldier reacted to her fervor.
He moved with faster thrusts. His cock shuttled in and out, heating her cuntal walls with the friction of his pistoning dick. Dona moved her hips, keeping in tempo with him.
Her ass bounced against the floor. She wriggled her hips from side to side, then bucked her pelvis back and forth. She alternated her movements, adding sensual undulations to increase the contact of his cock against her cuntal flesh.
He had stopped biting her tit. His concentration was on the impending climax building up in his loins. Ilona grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Her head rolled from side to side in an intense erotic rapture.
Deep in her entrails, she felt the burbeoning orgasm. It was churning in the pit of her stomach. Whoosh! Exploding in her twat, it shot up to her brain. The deep throbbing pulsations of her orgasm continued in a prolonged climax. She emitted a series of ecstatic moans! "Ohhh! Ahhrr! Ahhrrr!"
The soldier added his contribution to the lascivious sensuality permeating her senses. With frenzied drives, he shot his load of come into her overflowing come filled snatch. Instead of making a final thrust, he kept on fucking. He was trying to sustain the hard jabs of his cock as long as possible.
Ilona moved with his coital thrusts, savoring the last stages of his hard-on. As his prick softened, he collapsed against her body, letting the last drops of his jism drip into her saturated pussy.
He withdrew his softened cock with reluctance.
She looked up into his smiling face as he stood above her.
"How did you like that?" he asked.
She smiled back. "Perfect! Any time you want a reference with any of the other women here, I'll be glad to give you one."
He laughed. Ilona was surprised at her boldness. Prisoners did not take such license with their captors. She felt she was unique. Remembering her status, she turned to look at Reicher.
He was finished and standing over the prone girl. She remained moaning pitiful sobs. Reicher's cock and his groin was covered with blood. Ilona saw her bloodied ass and a pool of blood about her hips.
Reicher looked towards the soldier. "Take this garbage back to the barracks. I'm sure the men will appreciate what's left!" He swivelled his eyes towards Ilona. "And you! The show you gave Schnermann wasn't bad! I'm giving you twenty-four hours to prepare a good show for the officers. It better be good! I don't want to look like a fool!"
"Yes! Herr Lieutenant! It will be the best one you ever saw! You can depend upon it!"
There was no other answer to give! But Ilona was worried! She had no idea of what she was going to do!