Chapter 1
A hushed silence fell over the club the second the small orchestra began to play.
Rolf surveyed the area. He was happy to notice that only four or five tables were not filled. Recently, since he'd been advertising the new show at the Berlin Club, business had started to pick up.
Once the audience realized that the band was only starting the overture, and that the curtain was not about to open, the noise level increased. Rolf did appreciate the noise at that point, for a good reason.
In order to meet expenses, he had to pay low salaries. He could not get decent musicians for the price he offered, and so, he had settled on some minor players, whose sound was not all that pleasing to the ear.
With talk over the music, most people would not even notice.
"Yah, does it look good?" he heard a voice say, from behind.
Rolf Schmidt turned and saw Ilsa Baron approaching him. He closed the curtain where he had been standing, looking out into the audience, and turned to face her. She wore her leather bra top and a short skirt.
Her knee high black leather boots made her look even more sexy.
"Yah, it looks good," Rolf said to her. "I think that you might do well tonight."
"Has there ever been a night when I do not?" she asked.
He had to smile, as she ran her tongue over her lips, making herself look even more appealing. She knew it, too. Her eyes moved from Rolfs handsome, sculptured face, down over his average priced suit top, to the pants.
Rolf Schmidt was known for having one of the largest cocks around, and Ilsa Baron was one woman who could confirm that. She started to watch the protruding bulge lengthen, and she moved her hand there.
"Perhaps I will have time to fit you in later, Rolf," she said, as she let her fingers wander near the sensitive rim of the head of his cock, something that she could feel right through his pants.
"Yah, perhaps you will," he said, and all he could think about then was getting her to relieve him at that moment.
He looked around, but there was far too much backstage movement. The stagehands were beginning to roll on the first prop, and it was something Rolf himself had come up with. It was something that had shocked the critics, or at least those critics who still felt some kind of religious love.
It was a large, ominous looking black crucifix.
The band continued to play, and Rolf took note of where they were at.
"Where is Heidi?" he suddenly screamed, rather loud, but not loud enough for the audience outside to hear him. "Where is that bitch? She should be on stage now?" There was a scurry of people as they started to look for her, and seconds later, the young girl appeared.
She had straight blonde hair, cut to her shoulders, with bangs on her forehead. She too, like Ilsa, wore a black leather bra, but instead of a skirt, she had on panties to match the bra. She wore no boots, and as she moved closer, Rolf grabbed her by the arm and twisted her wrist.
He looked at the swastika tatooed on her left arm, and smiled. She had just had it done that day, at his request, and when she saw him smiling, she smiled, too...
"You like?" she asked, as Rolf let his eyes wander down to the abundant cleavage she had. It looked even better with the right cut bra top, and they had purposely designed these leather tops to push the girls' breasts up and out.
"Yah, I like," he said, and suddenly, he pulled his hand back and slapped her so hard across the face, that she gasped. "But what I do not like is when you are late, my dear fraulein. The next time you are, it is out on your ass for you. Now get up there and crucify yourself."
He knew, of course, that she could not crucify herself. She could, in fact, manacle her own legs to the bottom, and manacle one of her arms to the top part of the T, but she needed someone else to manacle the second arm.
As she ran out there, she did not even think about it. She climbed up on the small pedestal and did her feet, then her right hand.
She looked over at Rolf for some kind of help, and he laughed. Then, he walked out on the stage and helped her, chaining her other hand, so that, for all purposes, she was crucified.
He stood there and smiled at her for a few seconds, taking definite note, once again, or where the band was at. He would not have wanted to be caught on stage when the curtain opened, but he heard that there was still time.
"Well, my dear, so you enjoy doing this show?" he asked.
"Yah, Rolf. It is a good opportunity to broaden my talent."
"And to broaden your cunt," he said, sliding his hand into her panties.
He felt her soft blonde hairs, then started to rub her red lips. She moaned softly, and would have spread her legs more, had they not been manacled at the ankles. Still, Rolf was able to work one finger into her cunt, and he found her tender love button.
"What are you doing now?" she said, moaning softly, for she could feel the way she was starting to get wet inside. The more he wiggled her love button, the hotter her body was getting, and the more her red nipples were starting to press against the tight confines of her bra top.
"Getting you ready for them," he told her. "You will look so much better if you seem aroused when the curtain parts. Take my word for it, Heidi."
Her juices began to flow, slowly, and Rolf pulled his hand away then. There was no sense in making a mess between her legs, he thought. It was much better to just add the slightest glistening wetness to her cunt.
Anyway, the band was nearing the end of their awful overture, and, he knew that he must get back into the wings of the stage.
He was standing there for the very last note, and stuck his head out to look at the audience, in time to see only two or three people applauding. It did not bother Rolf Schmidt, although he was sure that the members of the band were disturbed. Still, the overture never received much applause.
The acts, however, were a different story.
"You're on, Ilsa," he said to the smashing blonde who was still standing behind him, and she smiled at him.
As she walked past him, to make her entrance in front of the closed curtain, she slid her hand back and squeezed his cock bulge.
"I want you to have time for me after the show," she said.
"If you are still feeling the urgings after the others, I will have time."
He was not sure if she had heard him, because she was already standing in the center of the stage, in the main spotlight.
She had her whip in her left hand, and she cracked it on the floor.
Rolf had to laugh. An orchestra of eight men could not bring the house to total silence, but one girl in a leather bra and black boots, smashing a whip on the floor without much force so that the sound wasn't even too loud, could.
The audience was completely silent, for a few seconds. Then, there were a few whistles, most of which Ilsa met with a smile.
"Mein Damen and Herren," she said, "Welcome to The Berlin Club. I know that you are as happy to see me, as I am to see you."
"We will be happier when we see more of you," one loud man screamed from the audience, and his scream was met with a few more cheers.
"Later, mein horny young man," she said, and they all laughed. "But first, we wish to entertain you. We wish you will think back to the time of Jesus, and imagine that Jesus is a woman.
"She does not die right away, for the Roman soldiers wish to interrogate her further. Let your imaginations move with us."
And as she started to walk toward the side of the stage, the curtain was opening. There were cheers as the spotlight hit Heidi, crucified right before the audience's eyes.
She looked worn, but that was how she should have looked.
Suddenly, there was the stomping of feet, and three men walked on, dressed as Roman soldiers. One, who stood at the apex of the triangle that they formed, closer to the front of the audience, was the leader.
He was a handsome blond boy named Gunther, whom Rolf had taken a liking to. He just seemed to have what it took to entice an audience, especially one filled with as many women as Rolf had in his club.
"You are Jesus?" Gunther said to Heidi, and the audience laughed.
"Yah," she said. "What of it?"
"I am here to see if you really believe that you are the daughter of God."
"I am. I believe it. It is only you who must be convinced."
He pulled out the whip he had strapped to the side of his leather belt, and lashed it out at her. At the same time, the sound man, sitting to one side, cracked a whip down on the floor, coinciding with the young man's lash.
That way, Rolf knew, Heidi wouldn't end up with many bruises on her body each night, because if Gunther would hit her too hard, she would have to be replaced in a week.
Most of what they did on stage had to be simulated anyway.
"I will only believe it when you convince me," he screamed. "Guards, take the bitch down and tie her up."
The other two men, equally as blond and Aryan as Gunther, walked over to the crucifix and unclasped the manacles.
They pulled her down, and slapped her hard across the face.
"With what shall we tie her up, sir?" one of them asked him.
Gunther reached for her bra top and ripped it right off. Her nipples seemed to be sticking out straight and hard, and Rolf smiled from the wings as he saw it. She was still very much aroused, or so her nipples seemed to show.
The audience gasped, and a few howled with laughter when they stripped off her bra and bared her breasts.
"Use this," Gunther said, and the two men pulled the young girl's hands behind her back and started to bind her wrists with the leather bra top. It was easy to tie her tight, and that part was not simulated. It was for real.
"Why do you humiliate me so?" she asked him, as she was forced to her knees.
She was facing the audience as Gunther leaned down and moved his hand to her black leather panties. He pulled them hard, too, and tore them off, baring her naked cunt. Her lips were still red, and wet, and the spotlight hitting her made them glisten.
"That is humiliation," he laughed, as he slid his fingers into her cunt for only a second, and massaged her erect clitoris.
Then, he started to move in front of her, and he spread his legs wide apart. From the audience, one could see her from the neck down between his legs.
There was the sound of unzipping, aided by the sound man off stage, so that the audience would hear it.
As Rolf looked though, he was amazed. Gunther was really opening his pants this night, and he was really taking out his cock.
It was long and hard, and almost gold in color.
He started to slap her across the face, speaking his lines over this. It was a variation from the normal act, for Gunther was not supposed to take himself out of his pants now. But as he was speaking, talking about the only true way to test if she is the daughter of God, he was starting to move his cock to her mouth.
At first, she looked upset, for it was not her job to do him.
But then, he grabbed her by her long blonde hair and slapped her across the face.
"A daughter of the Lord should be able to satisfy me faster than most women. She should be better than any woman, would you not agree, men?"
"Yah," they both said, and they both had their eyes on him.
He slammed himself into her mouth, and she let out such a loud moan, that Rolf was wondering what the audience might be thinking.
Something like this, actually happening, could cause the police to come in and close his shop. By law, everything had to be simulated, and when they were supposed to get to a part like this, the men were not to be hard.
And yet, Rolf was watching Gunther sliding his fully erect cock in and out of the girl's unwilling mouth. Gunther was holding the back of her head, so that she could not pull away, and he was managing, rather well, to say his lines without moaning too much. Of course, as far as the audience knew, he was supposed to be fucking her face.
The moaning was supposed to be part of the action, but this night, Gunther . moaned with more intensity, because of what he was really doing.
Luckily, only the people backstage and in the wings, and those others on the stage, actually knew what was going on.
Gunther started to moan even louder, and now that he had finished his speech about the daughter of the Lord being able to give him a blow job, he started to moan even louder. Rolf began to hope this boy knew what he was doing.
Then, he watched the way Gunther's face looked. The boy was getting redder and redder in the face.
And then, Heidi began to gag a little bit, and Gunther was really coming in her mouth. He thrust in and out even faster, and Rolf was shocked when he saw the way some of the white cream started to drip out of the side of her mouth.
If that bitch didn't swallow his come, the owner kept thinking, then when he pulled away, they would all know that it was a real orgasm in the audience, and he could get into such trouble.
His liquor license could be taken away and kept for a few months, and something like that could ruin him. He started to get red in the face as he felt Ilsa moving her hand all over his groin. She knew what was happening, and she seemed to understand what Rolf was thinking about.
"Do not worry. Gunther has a good head on his shoulders," she whispered. "He also seems to have a nice piece of cock between his legs."
"Stay away from him, unless you want trouble," Rolf told her.
"You know that trouble is my middle name, mein herr," she laughed.
Rolf watched as Gunther started to pull his cock out of her mouth, and she let more cream drip down the side. He moved his hand to her face quickly and began to rub the cream all over her skin.
With his other free hand, he was pushing himself back into his pants, and zipping himself back up. By the time he moved away, her face was covered with a thin layer of his come, and the audience really didn't know the difference.
As far as they were all concerned, it had been simulated. Rolf heaved a sigh of relief, and watched the scene progress.
Gunther slapped her across the face a few times, and the two men with him laughed.
"Hah. She claims to be the daughter of God, and yet, I have received better blow jobs from cheap whores who work the street."
"You should know a lot about that," Rolf whispered to Ilsa, who gave him a dirty look.
"Perhaps she is a cheap whore of the streets," one of the other two actors on stage said to Gunther.
"I think that is true. I believe that this girl, in order to avoid her calling, is claiming to be the daughter of God."
"You will all die slow deaths," she screamed at them. "My Father, the Lord, will cast evil all around you for treating me this way."
Heidi was saying her lines with more feeling than ever this night, because of what Gunther had done to her. Backstage, he had been joking with her, telling her that there were to be a few changes that night that he and the boys had decided upon, but when she had asked what they were, he had told her she would find out.
She had found out by having to take his come in her mouth.
The other two soldier-actors started to laugh after she cursed them, and then, they pulled her up to her feet.
"Perhaps if she does not have a good mouth, her cunt will do," one of them said. "Maybe she has the cunt of thy daughter of the Lord."
"Perhaps. The Lord is great. Her cunt should be great."
"So I've been told," she said, and the audience did laugh at that line, which Rolf thought was good, since it was a joke.
"I do not mean great in thy sense of it being any good. The Lord is great and all around. I'm talking about your cunt being big," Rolf said.
"Only one way to find out. If she is big enough, she should be able to take on two."
Suddenly, Heidi gasped, which was in the script, but that time, she had another feeling. The double fuck simulated scene was coming up now, and she suddenly began to think that once again, it was to be real.
They pushed her down a little bit, so that she was leaning forward. Her ass was facing backstage, where none of the audience could see. Once again, there were the sounds of two zippers opening up.
And that time, the two soldiers really opened their zippers, too. She did not turn around to look but she felt two hard cocks rubbing against her ass. They managed to move together, and guided themselves into her cunt from behind.
She let out a scream, which was also what she was supposed to do, but this time, it was for real. All of a sudden, there were two hard invading organs in her body, and much as she sometimes enjoyed it with men, two at once was hard.
One of them slid his hand around to her cunt in the front.
He started to finger her, and she could feel herself getting a little bit more wet. But it still hurt a hell of a lot, and she was really in tears.
Suddenly, Heidi stopped thinking about what they were doing to her, and started to concentrate on the leather bra. Usually, it was bound around her wrists, but it was never that tight.
Since those bastard men had changed the script without telling her, she thought that she might do just the same. Once she had her hands free, she would start to fight with them, and then, what would happen would happen, she thought.
Even if they just had to close the curtain, it made no difference to her.
But as she struggled, she realized something. They had really tied her hands tight, and there was no way out. The more she struggled to get free, the harder the leather seemed to be cutting into her, and then, she realized why.
One of the men was holding onto the bra, twisting it a little bit more, so that it was getting tighter.
Meanwhile, offstage to the right, Rolf was thinking of his heart. All he could think about was dying. They were ruining the act that he had so carefully put together. Why hadn't they jerked off before getting on stage, the way he had always told them to, so that they would be limp when they pulled themselves out, and not hard and ready to really do what they were only supposed to simulate.
He quickly glanced out at the audience to see if there were any police, but he was happy when he didn't spot any.
He looked back at Heidi's face, and could see her looking directly into his eyes then, in the hopes that he might do something to help her.
There was nothing that he could do except close the curtain, and when he looked at the audience and could see how involved they seemed to be in what was happening up on stage, he knew that there was no way in the world he could do that.
When she opened her mouth again, as if she was going to scream, Gunther moved his hand there and covered it.
She bit his hand, and he started to slap her across the face.
Rolf was going crazy there, and now, even Ilsa's soft hand rubbing over his cock bulge could not appease him. He wished that they would get back to what was written in the script, for all of this was a variation, and he had no idea where it was going.
Gunther slapped her across the face a few times, knocking the wind out of her.
"Let me try her mouth again," he said, and when he moved in front of her face, he pulled his cock out of his pants again. He started to ram it into her mouth, for it was still hard.
She gagged around it as she felt it begin to enter the back of her throat, and she could feel the way the two cocks in her cunt were still moving, also.
She started to feel some kind of pleasure from the way one of the boys still kept his fingers near her love button, wiggling it gently, but she felt that the two of them inside of her cunt was too much.
Plus, she hated having it done in front of a live audience, who were so into what was happening, that there was not a sound.
The two men behind her started to moan at the same time, and she felt that they were both pulsing at the same time, too, which was even worse for her. With that happening, she was being stretched out even more.
Gunther began to massage her nipples as he kept moving himself in and out of her mouth, and at times, he pressed himself in so deep, that his balls were rubbing right against her chin. He started to moan loud as he felt himself ready to come.
Both men pulled out of her cunt and started to jerk themselves off then, and Rolf couldn't believe that.
They started to come right on her buttocks, but he was happy as they each moved a hand to her cheeks and started to rub their cream into her flesh, the same way that Gunther had rubbed his cream on her face.
But as for Gunther now, Rolf didn't know what was happening.
Was the man really going to come again, so soon after coming before? Or was he just fucking her face and simulating his orgasm.
Rolf never knew it, but Gunther did come in her mouth, or rather, deep in her throat. He started to feel the pulsations getting more and more fierce, and he drove himself deep into her mouth and started to come there.
As he did, he leaned over, and moved his hand to her neck.
"Continue the scene as written, or I'll kill you for real," he whispered, for although he had varied from the scene, he knew that they had to get back on the track and finish the script as written.
She had to go along with it, too, or else they would all be ruined.
He could see a flash of hate in her light blue eyes, and he wondered if the bitch was going to listen to him. He started to squeeze her neck slightly, and he thought that he could even feel the pulsations of his cock through the skin near her throat.
"You do as I tell you, bitch," he whispered to her again.
He finished coming in her mouth, and was happy to see that she had not spit his come up. Nothing was dripping from the side of her mouth then, and she looked good.
As he pushed her down, she slumped to the floor.
He and the other two quickly covered their cocks, and pulled up their zippers, and then Gunther turned to face the audience.
One of the two men looked down at her, and seemed scared.
"She's dead," he said, getting back to the script, and Gunther was happy that she did just lay there, and didn't move at all.
"Yah, she is dead," he said.
"What will happen? Do you think we have killed the daughter of God?"
"If she was, she would not be dead," he said. "Hang her back up."
The two of them lifted her up, and started to place her back on the crucifix. They manacled her hands and legs, and this time, the spotlight hit her body and she was totally naked. Most of the men in the audience moaned, or let out screams of approval, for she did look magnificent there.
As Rolf looked at her, he thought that she looked even better because she had really been fucked over that time, and there was a lot of color in her body. It was the sexual heat color which made her look more appealing.
"I believe that she could not have been the real daughter of God," Gunther said, looking right out at the audience.
"But what makes you think that?" the second soldier asked.
"The real daughter of God would have given better head, for sure. And she seemed to be a lousy lay. Leave her and let them think she died on the crucifix."
"Auf Wiedersehen to bad fuckers," one of the other men said, and the audience was hysterical as the curtain began to close.
There was a burst of applause, and as soon as the curtain was closed, the two men helped Heidi down again, so that she could stand naked between the three of them as she took her curtain call.
Each time the curtain opened, she would smile and bow, along with them, but each time that it closed, she glared at the two of them with hate.
They received three curtain calls that night, and as soon as the curtain was closed for good, there was the general hustle behind stage.
The stage hands began to pull the crucifix off, and they started to slide in the mud wrestling ring, which was the next act. Ilsa walked in front of the curtain and started to sing a song. Rolf felt that her voice was worthy of the lousy band, since she was quite a horror herself.
But she did move well, and she knew how to grind her hips and shake her tits around enough to make up for her lack of singing talent. The men in the audience seemed to love her no matter what she did.
Heidi walked right over to him after she slipped into a robe.
"What the hell was going on here tonight?" she asked him. "Did you know that they were going to take me on stage?"
"Nein, Heidi," he said. "But you must admit that all went well, and the audience never even knew what was happening to you. Plus, they loved it more than ever."
"Well I did not, and I refuse to do it again unless you have a talk with them."
"I will, Heidi. Trust me. I will."
"Now, Rolf," she said to him, with such a great deal of strength and courage.
All of that subsided as he slapped her hard across the face.
"Look, you little tart, never talk to me this way again, or I'll throw you back into the streets where I found you. I already told you that I would take care of it. Now go to your dressing room. I'm sure that there will be many clients who want to meet you in the flesh now. Get ready. Clean out your cunt."
"You bastard," she said, as she turned and left.
Rolf watched Ilsa finish her song, and she took a bow. One man threw a single red rose up on the stage, and she smiled at him. Rolf looked at the man because he didn't really like the idea of any customer getting too close to his girls.
True, he did allow men to pay for some of the girls, and take them backstage in their dressing rooms, but that was only sex. A fuck was a fuck, no matter what, he thought. But a rose was something different.
As he looked, he decided he would not say anything.
The man who had thrown the rose was wearing a Nazi uniform, with a red swastika band on the right arm. The Nazis were becoming more and more powerful, and Rolf knew how bad it was to get on their wrong side.
He had even started a policy of letting the soldiers in free, so that they would treat him well in return. Although he did not like the idea of this young soldier making eyes at his favorite girl, he said nothing to her when she walked backstage.
"Shall I go out and introduce the next act yet?" she asked, and he slapped her.
"Take one look, and you will see," he told her. Anyone with half a brain would have looked behind the curtain. There were still too many stagehands there.
When they finally had the ring in place, the two girls who were to fight stepped into it. They took off their robes, and both were barechested, and wore only panties.
Then, Ilsa walked in front of the curtain, and the men cheered for her again. She started to introduce the act, and as she did, Rolf decided to go have a talk with Gunther.
As he walked toward the young boy's dressing room, he was happy to get away from the crowd in the front.
He knocked once, then opened the door.
The young girl on her knees in front of Gunther looked up, pulling her mouth away from his hard cock, which she had been sucking.
"It's all right," Gunther said, and he moved his hand behind her head and pushed her mouth back down. Even as Rolf stood there and watched, the young boy started to move his hips up and down.
Rolf could hear the way the girl was gagging.
"I found her waiting here for me," he said to Rolf, between moans. "A Gunther groupie, so it seems. She saw me on stage a few times and wanted me."
Rolf was starting to think then. The men in the audience paid to be with some of the women backstage, so why couldn't the women in the audience do the same? It angered him that he had not thought of it earlier, and this woman was getting to suck on Gunther without having to pay for him. All of that, he thought, will change.
"I am surprised to see that you can still keep it up," he said to the young blond boy instead. "Two orgasms on stage, and now this."
"Well there was something exciting about doing it on stage," Gunther moaned softly. "None of them out there knew that we were doing it for real."
"Yah, but I did, and did not like it," Rolf told him.
"I saw the look on your face, Rolf, and you cannot tell me that you did not like it. Perhaps you were shocked. Perhaps you were thinking of how your place could be shut down because of something like that, but you enjoyed it. Ilsa's hand never left your groin. You enjoyed that."
"Heidi did not, however," Rolf told him. "She came to me and complained, and said she never wants it to happen again."
"Fuck that whore," Gunther said, and then he laughed. "Oh yes, that is just what I have done anyway, right?"
"And you will no longer do it," Rolf said, in an authoritative tone.
"I will. I am tied of masturbating myself before I go on. I have a great deal of stamina, Rolf, and even when I do masturbate, I am still hard at times on stage. I think that the act worked better this way, and so did the other boys."
Rolf didn't know what to say. There was something so overpowering about young Gunther, and he just couldn't answer.
He watched the way the boy kept thrusting his hips up and down, and he could see the thick golden cock shaft disappearing between the young girl's eager lips. She had her eyes on Gunther's boyish face the whole time.
"Yah, I think that I'm going to come," he started to moan, and then, he held the girl's head hard and began to slam himself in and out of her mouth.
Rolf could hear the hard slapping sound of flesh against flesh, and Gunther was hearing it,, too. In fact, he was enjoying the sound, for it was starting to make him pulsate even harder. He pushed his way deep into the girl's throat.
Then, he started to come, and he was moaning loud, as she moaned with some pleasure, too. Her eyes looked as if they would bulge out of her head, but she didn't try to pull her mouth back away from his cock, even for a second.
She just kept sucking for as long as he kept her down there.
And then, as soon as he had finished coming, he let her stand.
"Out," he said to her, sternly, and when she tried to protest, he slapped her hard across the face. "I said, get out. Did you think you would get anything more from me than a blow job? Any girl who would throw herself at a man the way you threw yourself at me is a cheap whore. Now get out."
Rolf opened he door, and Gunther had to physically push the young girl out into the hall. He slammed the door shut.
"Now, Rolf, let me continue. There is no doubt in my mind that the show went better tonight that it ever did. The audience was wild with applause, and the difference came because reality is far greater than anything we can simulate. There was a glow to that whore Heidi's body when she was left crucified at the end. I will admit that there was some doubt in my mind as to whether or not she would get back to the script, even after I threatened to kill her."
"You did what?" Rolf asked, as the anger rose in his voice.
"It was just a threat, on stage. Do not worry. No one heard it but the whore, and she carried on as usual. Now, Rolf, if you would excuse me, I must change for my next act. It was nice talking with you."
And as Gunther ushered him outside, then closed the door, Rolf realized that he had not settled things. Perhaps, he thought, it was better for the act, only Heidi was going to be quite surprised the next time it happened to her.