Chapter 2
After the wrestling act, there was usually a long intermission between the next act, and that night, it was no different.
As the two girls fought with each other, ripping at hair and at tits, which the audience always went wild over, they were also splashing their mud all over the stage.
By the end of the fight, both girls were covered in brown from head to toe, and most of the stage was covered with mud. The audience cheered as the girls took their bows, and then, the curtain was closed, and the stage hands came out with buckets and mops. After pushing the portable ring off the stage, they started to mop up all the mud so that the stage would be clean for the next act.
It was then that Rolf took his place near the backstage entrance, and he was happy to see that there were, as usual, men lining up.
"I am with a friend," the first man said. "He is there. We would like to meet the girl with the blonde hair who wrestled."
"Yah. That is Ingrid. Give her a few minutes and she will be ready, unless you wish to slide with her mud."
"Nein, I will wait. How much will she be?"
"Twenty marks for two," he said. "For fifteen minutes. Is that all right?"
"Yah," the man said, and he counted out his money.
As the man walked into the back, he was directed to Ingrid's room. His timid looking friend followed, and they knocked on the door.
"Enter," the stunning blonde Fraulein said, and she greeted them with a smile.
"We have come to meet you," the more brave man said.
"Well, here I am. I am Ingrid. And who are you?"
"I am Orst, and this is my cousin Orlaf. He is a virgin, you see."
Ingrid took one look at the man. He wore wire rimmed spectacles, and from the way he held his hand in front of his groin, and seemed to be picking at his fingers, she could tell. He was shy and quite nervous.
"Yah, well I have dealt with virgins before," she said. "It will be easy. Come to me, Orlaf, and let me touch you."
She stood up as the young timid boy moved closer. She pushed his hands away from his crotch, and started to rub the bulge. There was nothing happening there, and she rubbed him harder. As she did, and nothing happened, she felt more frustrated.
She turned to Orst, and moved her hand to his crotch.
She was, at the time, wearing only a skimpy robe. As soon as she had come out of the ring, she had showered, and she had been able to do it before the other girl, because she had been triumphant that night.
She started to feel Orst's hard cock through his pants, and she noticed the way he was more brave. He moved his hand to her breast, reaching right into her robe. She felt the way he touched her red nipple gently. She started to open his zipper, and reached inside of his pants.
His cock, she noticed was no smaller or larger than most she had seen, but she was not going to let him know that. She started to tell him how flattered she was to be seeing such proud organ, and she slid her fingers toward the head and pulled back the thick layer of foreskin.
It was only then that she noticed the way Orlaf was breathing heavier. She moved her hand to his crotch, and felt that he was hard. Still, he didn't seem to respond so much when she touched him.
She started to think that maybe these cousins were closer than they were letting on, although, she did not want to say anything.
"How would you like to do it?" she asked Orst, realizing that she only had about ten more minutes. Usually, during the intermissions, she and the others would take on about four or five different people.
And she knew, too, that even though there were two of them, Rolf would still allot her the same amount of time.
"I would like for you to get on your back," Orst said to her.
She lay down on the small bed in the room, and opened her robe. As she did, Orst let out a loud moan. She turned to Orlaf then.
"Do you not like what you see? I have been told, by many men, that my tits are the finest in the world. By men who have traveled the world, so I know to believe what they tell me. They would not lie about these things."
Orlaf seemed so embarrassed, and she was getting upset with him.
If he did not make a move for her soon, then he was going to have to leave without coming. Of course, she didn't mind if he did, but she did not want him going and telling Rolf that she had done nothing for him.
"Orst, come and fuck me, and show me how good you can be."
She sat up for a second, reached for his cock, then pulled him closer to her cunt. She rubbed the head of his cock against her cunt lips. Then, as she pulled her hand away, he thrust into her hard. She felt herself beginning to spasm around him gently, and she moaned softly.
It was all right, she knew, but she was something of an actress, and the idea was to let him think that he was truly sensational. She thought that his hand technique on her breasts was rather clumsy, but why let him know? Let him wait until he marries and his wife tells him, she thought, for surely, no woman who was being paid to satisfy him would dare to tell him.
The more Ingrid thought about that, the more she realized how it just helped develop poor lovers in the world. Many men turned to paid women for sex, and those paid women would never criticize what the man did, therefore, letting the man think he was doing well. He would most likely continue to do the same things from woman to woman, as long as none of them complained.
Ingrid did not want to be the first one to tell Orst that he knew nothing about the stimulation of a woman's breasts.
Still, she was more interested in his cousin, just to get him near her.
"Come, Orlaf, and I will let you use my mouth," she said, but he did not move closer to her. "I said come here, Orlaf."
"I think that he is too shy," Orst started to say to her.
"I think that he is not normal," she moaned. "I think that he might not even like me. Or any other women. I am giving him the chance to lose his virginity. My tits are a wonder of the world. What is wrong with him?"
"What are you saying?" Orst asked her, and he thrust harder. "What are you saying about my cousin? I do not understand."
"Do you not?" she asked, with a tone of sarcasm in her voice.
"You whore," Orst said to her, and he started to thrust harder. At the same time, he began to slap her across the face.
Ingrid reached for his hands and held them, but he broke free. Then, all of a sudden, she felt something being snapped around her wrists. Orlaf had pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, and he had cuffed her wrists together.
Orst pulled out of her then, and pushed her legs up through her arms, so that her hands would be cuffed behind her back.
Then, Orlaf started to pull his cock out of his pants.
"Ach, I see. He cannot do it unless the woman is totally helpless," she said. "Or maybe he cannot do it unless he has his cousin to watch and ..."
She said no more, for Orlaf pulled her head back and rammed his cock into her mouth. He started to thrust in and out as hard as he could, and she could feel the way his heavy balls were resting on her nose.
Meanwhile, Orst was moving back into her cunt. He rubbed his cock there for only a few seconds, then rammed his way back in.
She felt how Orlaf started to pluck at her nipples so hard, and she hated the way that it was feeling. And yet, she just wanted it to end soon. She wished that she could have looked over at the clock to see what time it was.
For she knew that any second, Rolf or Ilsa would be knocking on the door, telling her that her time was up.
She felt the way Orlaf started to pulsate in her mouth soon, but when he slowed up so that the pulsations subsided, she was mad.
She tried to look up and see what was on his mind, but all she could see were his balls, and nothing else.
Then, she noticed the way that Orst was thrusting in and out of her harder and harder, and he was moaning loud, too. She was so sure then that Orlaf was watching his cousin as he was nearing orgasm.
She felt her cunt getting a little bit wetter, and then she felt the spurt of cream inside of her body.
As she did, she thought about something she always thought of when a man was filling her up this way. She could remember being strapped down to the table, with her feet in the clamps, being scraped.
One fetus, and then, he had cut her so she would never have to worry about that again. She would never become pregnant.
Now, she loved the way she felt when cream filled her up, for she never had to worry about anything happening after that.
She felt the way Orlaf started to thrust in and out of her mouth faster, just after Orst had come inside of her, and she soon felt him pulsating. She didn't even move her tongue to the tip of his cock as he was coming, something that she knew would bring him more pleasure, because she didn't think he deserved it.
And, in the end, even as he came in her mouth, he was still a virgin.
He had not fucked her cunt, nor would he have the chance, for she could feel him starting to go limp as she sucked the last of his come out. He pulled himself out of her mouth, and smiled down at her.
"There, you whore. I knew that I would be able to do it."
She said nothing. She knew that she had many things to tell him, about what she thought must have really turned him on, but she knew how risky it would be to say it while she was still cuffed, and therefore, vulnerable.
Orst pulled himself out of her cunt, and stood by her side.
"Well, Orlaf, do you want to fuck her cunt now?" he asked.
"No, he cannot. Your time is up. Surely Rolf told you that you will have fifteen minutes and that is all. The time is up."
Orst walked over to her and pulled her head up off the bed, by her long blonde hair. He started to slap her across the face, but just as he was doing it the third time, the knock came on the door.
"Time is up," she heard Rolf saying.
"Rolf, please, help," she moaned, and he pushed the door open.
He saw the way they had her cuffed, and saw the way the boy was holding her up by her hair. He pulled his whip out from his belt and lashed it out at Orst. Rolf was considered, by some, to be the master of a whip. He was able to hit the boy right on the back of his hand, without hitting Ingrid at all.
"Leave her be. You two get out of here, now."
They both started to leave, and Ingrid yelled out that they had left the cuffs on. Orlaf came back and opened them, and as he did, she spit at him.
He turned and left, and Rolf closed the door.
"Now what was going on with those two, Ingrid? Really, you are something of a sphinx as far as I'm concerned. You bring out the evil in men."
"Send me two who are men, and not one half-man, and I'll be better off."
"You have always been able to handle two at once, and you have always been paid well for it. More than the other girls."
"Yah, I know that, Rolf, and I appreciate the fact that you send them to me. But no more for the night. Just single men, all right?"
"All right. If that is the way you feel. But I thought you might be interested in the next two. They both thought that you were beautiful out there, and he and she are both interested in meeting you."
"You have hit my weak spot, you bastard," she laughed. "Who are they?"
'"Just a couple. The man brought his wife to the cabaret tonight, and they both thought that you were the best. As a matter of fact, he told me that his wife was sucking him off under the table as he watched you. She would like you, too."
"Send them in."
Rolf kissed her on the forehead, and then left. As Ingrid sat, she started to smile. She knew that she loved men and women, and sometimes, women even more. For men could tend to get brutal at times, and cause pain, whereas, she had never been with a woman who was not always gentle.
She could remember the first woman that she had ever been with, for it had been her sister who was two years older.
Inga had married a brute of a man, something that Ingrid had thought before she even got to know the man better. She had just seen the way he treated Inga, and yet, no matter how much she had tried to talk with her sister, Inga didn't want to hear it.
She had married the man at age seventeen, and Ingrid, who was fifteen at the time, had been the maid of honor.
Three months after the marriage, Ingrid went to visit her sister. She arrived one night, while the man was home, and although she thought, still, that he treated her sister like dirt, she could see that her sister was not protesting.
That night, she had thought she'd heard the sound of lashings coming from their bedroom, followed by loud groans.
But it was not until the next morning, when she had a chance to talk with her sister, that Inga broke down.
She said that he beat and abused her all the time, and that she had not known a moment's tenderness since marrying him.
As she had cried, Ingrid had carressed her hair, and soon, Inga had been hysterical in her arms. Ingrid didn't even remember who kissed who on the lips first, but once it happened, there was no way either girl would stop.
They looked quite similar as they undressed for each other, except for the whip marks all over Inga's poor flesh. There were many red marks that were from the whip lashing her, and many scab marks from those bruises that had opened, bled, and started to heal themselves.
There was one large one right on Inga's breast, and when Ingrid saw it, she moved her mouth to it and licked the flesh.
That was when she thought about how good flesh tasted.
For she had been a virgin at the time, never having let a man touch her, and her sister's naked flesh was to be the first flesh she would taste. She slid her tongue up to the girl's nipple and licked it gently.
As she ran her tongue in a circular motion around it, it stiffened more.
As she had been licking her sister's nipple, she had noticed the way that Inga slid her hands down between her own legs. She started to play with her cunt lips gently, and as she got wetter inside, they spread apart.
She began to massage herself even harder, and soon, Ingrid had been licking her way down between her sister's legs.
She had started to suck on the little stiff button she could see, and she heard the way Inga moaned even louder.
Then, she had moved around, so that her cunt was over her sister's face, and she loved the way that Inga started to eat her. She sucked on the lips first, until they were wet, and then she sucked on the love button.
Soon, they had both been coming, and Ingrid had felt the sensations of her very first orgasm, running through her entire body. She had even started to thrust her hips up and down, feeding herself to her sister's mouth, in a sense.
They had made each other come a few times before resting, and then, Inga had told her that if her husband ever caught them, they would be in great trouble.
For the duration of her stay, whenever he would leave, Ingrid and Inga would start to make love to each other.
Only much later in life, at age twenty, had she been with a man, and luckily, her first man had been gentle enough so that the didn't have to suffer the pain a virgin can usually suffer the first time.
But during the course of the next few years, as she started to try and make something of herself in show business, she had had to be with many other men, and she had learned that all of them were not gentle.
In fact, the majority of them had always been brutal with her.
She heard a knock on her dressing room door then, and she walked over to open it.
A lovely black-haired woman was standing there. She was at least a head shorter than the man she was with, for he stood right behind her, and yet, Ingrid could look right over the woman's face, into his.
His blazing blue eyes filled her with terror, and the stern look on his face also scared her. The man pushed his wife into the room, and slammed the door.
It was only when he no longer stood in front of the woman, that Ingrid saw the red swastika band on his arm. Then, he pulled a short riding crop out from his belt and smashed it against his wife's back.
She groaned as she felt it, and fell forward.
And, it was not until then, that Ingrid noticed that woman's hands were expertly tied behind her back.
She could see the skill that the man had to have used to tie her up, for her wrists were bound with the leather over and over again. She could even make out the way the strap had been laced between her wrists, then around and over.
"My name is Heinrich, and this is my whore of a wife, Bidi. She saw you on stage and felt lust like she has never felt it, isn't that right, Bidi?"
The woman did not answer, until he reached down and grabbed her long blonde hair. He yanked back hard, pulling her head back, and glared down into her face.
"Is that not right, whore?" he asked her.
"Rolf said that your wife did you under the table," Ingrid said, fast, for she did not like the anger this man was displaying.
He reminded her, in many ways, of her brother in law, and that was a hateful reminder, since she could not stand that man.
"Yah, she was turned on, enough to do me. Or rather, for me to force her to do me. Had she had her way, she would have been watching you longer."
"Is that true?" she asked the woman, and the woman nodded.
Her nod of approval was met by a hard crack on the back with the riding crop, and the woman let out a loud scream once more.
"I would like to see her eat you, because that is what she so desires."
The man moved his hand to her dress and ripped it down in the front, baring her breasts. They were small and firm breasts, with stiff brown nipples. Ingrid could see how fearful the woman was by the fast rise and fall of them, and she moved her fingers down and caressed them gently.
"Not like that, you whore," the man said to her. "She likes to be caressed like this, you stupid whore."
He slapped Ingrid's hand away, and it took all her willpower to keep herself from slapping him right back across the face. It took even more willpower once she saw the way he started to tug at her nipples.
He pinched both of them, one with each hand, and he started to pull so hard, that he was also stretching the woman's breasts. The woman moaned a little bit, but then, she was certainly groaning in pain.
"That is not the way she likes it," Ingrid said. "That is the way you think she likes it, but listen to her."
"She groans like this all the time," the man said to Ingrid.
"Because you are being brutal with her. Try being tender."
He pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face then, harder than Orst had even slapped her before.
"I paid for you, like a whore, and I want no back talk from you. For all purposes, you are a whore, and you will do as I say."
The anger he displayed made her shrink with fear. She knew how brutal many of these Nazis were supposed to be, and deep down, Ingrid was hoping that this horrid group would fall before they ever had a chance to rise up.
However, she had noticed more and more of them in the streets recently, and the larger their force became, the less opposition they seemed to be facing. Soon, she knew, they would be so large that there would not be any opposition at all, and when that day arrived, it would be the end of the world.
So she kept quiet. She had managed to get back into her robe before he had entered, and she was glad that she had.
For he pulled it open hard, and if it had been any kind of dress, buttoned or zippered, he would have ripped it right open.
Instead, her robe just fell open, and he looked at her naked body.
"I don't even know why she wants you so much," Heinrich said. "Your body obviously is made up when you are on stage, is it not?"
"It is not," she said, firmly.
"Well then tell me why it looks so nice up on stage, but here, in the flesh, it looks ragged and saggy. Tell me why."
She wanted to tell him to drop dead, and take all his Nazi friends with him.
Instead, she told him that he had probably been imagining that her body was so sensational, the way that all the men did.
In doing so, she was admitting to him that she did not think her body was so good, and she did hate herself for doing that.
"Well, Bidi, will you eat her now?" he asked his wife.
"Yah," the woman said.
"Sit down, whore. Sit down and spread your legs so that Bidi can move her mouth there. She wants to taste your flesh."
She sat back on her bed and spread her legs wide apart. She wondered how the woman was going to feel when she tasted her, for there was still that load of male come up her cunt, too, from when Orst had fucked her.
Still, she did not care that much. Bidi moved her head right between her legs, and Ingrid could hear the way the woman was sniffing, as if she wanted to take in the pleasant female odor first.
Then, Bidi started to move her mouth to Ingrid's cunt. Heinrich pushed her forward even more, and she almost tripped, because she was still standing, and just bending over, and her arms were bound tightly behind her back.
She started to lick Ingrid's cunt lips, and Ingrid could feel a nice sensation running through her body. This woman, like most women, was starting off slowly, licking gently, and waiting for a sign that the cunt was getting wet and receptive.
Ingrid moaned a little bit more, and then, she heard the crack.
She looked at Bidi's back, where Heinrich had just whipped her hard, and she could see a bloody red mark there, with fresh flowing blood.
"Do not whip her so hard," she moaned to the man. "Can't you see that you are hurting the poor woman? Can't you see that?"
"If you do not shut up, you will be the one I'll whip," he said, and he raised up his riding crop, as if to let her know he was serious.
Of course, she did shut up. The last thing that she wanted to feel was a whip being applied to her flesh, hard. One of the acts that she did at the club had a simulated kind of whipping in it, but when Gunther snorted too much cocaine, as he tended to do on occasion, he sometimes got carried away with himself, and whipped her too hard.
He had never cut into her flesh, and she knew that if he ever did, she would make sure to get even with him, but he had lashed her a few times where it had really hurt, and left a lingering mark for a few days.
As the woman continued to eat her, the man pushed her down on her knees a little bit. He reached for the top of her dress and began to pull it all the way down her body, letting it fall around her knees.
Ingrid moved her fingers to the woman's nipples. She thought that she would massage them and try to turn her on a little, because it seemed like the woman's husband was doing everything to turn her off.
She heard the sound of something unzipping, and she looked right at his crotch.
He had opened his zipper, and as he pulled out his cock, he smiled.
"I see that you have eyes for my cock," he said to Ingrid. "Would you like to suck on it for a while?"
She didn't say anything, which he took to mean yes. He walked right in front of her, and as she got a good look at his cock, she did like it.
She watched as he pulled back the foreskin, and she could see a drop of the come at the head. As soon as she moved her mouth to his cock, he moved his hand behind her head and slammed himself in.
Had Bidi not been doing such a nice job eating her cunt, she would have hated the way Heinrich was thrusting in and out of her mouth.
It was as if all he had in mind was to brutalize her. He moaned each time he thrust in hard and his groin slapped against her face, and his balls hit her hard in the chin.
Ingrid remembered once talking with her sister, and hearing that her sister's husband would treat her this same way.
"I would bite him off in a second," she said. "I would bite right down and keep biting until his cock was no longer connected to his body. That would let him know that he cannot abuse me."
She thought of doing it then, but knew that as soon as she would start, he would start to slap her. He was such a brutal looking man.
When his cock started to throb, she felt him thrusting harder, and tried to keep her throat clear, for she was so sure that he was going to try to come in her throat. She hated the idea of it, but had no choice.
Meanwhile. Bidi was sucking on her love button.
As soon as she had gotten Ingrid's cunt lips wet enough, she had been happy when the woman reached down and spread them wider apart. That way, the love button was fully exposed, and it was easier for her to wrap her lips around it. When she felt the way the walls spasmed a little bit, and the juices began to flow, then she sucked them right out of the woman's cunt.
Ingrid had purposely spread herself wide apart, because she knew that the woman couldn't do it with her fingers, being bound the way that she was.
By holding herself open, she was leaving herself in a position to be exposed to more pleasure than usual, which was what she wanted, in order to make up for the hard way that this man was fucking her face.
She was surprised when, after about five minutes of hard brutal fucking, he pulled himself out of her mouth, without having come.
"Very good. You have gotten me wet enough," he said to her.
"Yah? Is that good?" Ingrid asked, or she didn't think it made any difference.
"It is good for Bidi," he said, and he laughed.
Bidi was still eating her, and Ingrid could feel the way her pleasures just kept flowing. She did keep her eyes on him, though, for she had decided, the second she had seen his swastika, that he was not a man to be trusted.
She watched as he got down on his knees behind his wife. He slapped her on the ass so that she would raise herself up.
"You see, if you did not get your saliva all over my cock, it would be so much harder and so much more painful for her when I do this," he told Ingrid, and he looked right into her eyes as he slammed himself into the poor woman's asshole.
For a second, Ingrid felt Bidi's teeth grinding against her love button, and she could understand why.
Heinrich's cock was not all that long, but it was incredibly thick. In fact, it was one of the thickest ones that the blonde girl had ever seen in her life, and she imagined how much Bidi had been stretched in order to take it in.
He was not making it any easier as he was thrusting, either, for she could see the way he had this determined look on his face as he thrust in and out.
He was also holding his riding crop in his hand, and he started to whip his wife on the buttocks with it, as he kept thrusting in and out. Ingrid was sure that she could see some red on the man's cock then, and she thought that it had to be blood from the man's wife's asshole.
And yet, he didn't seem to care. Bidi was moaning but it was all muffled between Ingrid's legs. Ingrid could hear it, but if he could, he was making no indication.
It took the young blonde a few more seconds to realize something.
Heinrich was looking right between her legs as he fucked his wife's ass. Right between her, Ingrid's legs, as if he was really enjoying the way his wife was eating her out. Then, he ever started to moan.
"Yah, keep making that whore come," he was saying. "Keep making her come. It looks good when you do that to her."
She knew that he was enjoying it for sure, and she started to wonder how many times the two of them had done something like this. She did not know for sure, but she was starting to hate the man even more.
He was slamming himself in and out of her asshole, harder and harder. He seemed to also be enjoying the sounds of his flesh slapping against hers.
At one point, she heard him moaning, and she was so sure that he was going to start to come in his wife, but he slowed down, slammed himself in, and started to grind himself around inside of her, something which Ingrid knew had to be causing the woman to be stretched out even more.
Then, she started to notice something else. The clock.
More than fifteen minutes had already passed by. In fact, it was going on to half an hour, and Rolf hadn't come to tell her that the time was up.
He was a scared shitless man, she thought. He was scared to come and tell this Nazi that his time was up, probably because he was afraid of what the man might do.
But she was not. She started to tell him right away.
"Hurry. Hurry. You are only supposed to have fifteen minutes, and you have already been her for twenty-five."
He leaned over, and he slapped her across the face, hard.
"I will take my time, whore," he said. "No one ever rushes me."
"You are no more special than anyone else. So hurry up. Finish coming in your wife. Finish watching her eat my cunt, for it is obvious to me that you are the one who is enjoying it more than your wife. Is it because you cannot eat a woman?"
She pulled her head back in time to avoid another slap, and was happy, because she could hear the sound that his hand made as it flew through the air, and she knew that if he had struck her, it would have hurt.
She was happy when he resumed his fucking, and she could hear him moaning loud another time. Then, she saw the way he started to thrust faster, and his wife began to moan, just as he said that he was coming inside of her.
Ingrid let out a sigh of relief, for she could see the way the man's temper was subsiding a little bit, along with his flowing juices, and she felt a little bit happier for the man's wife, because it was over for her, too.
He held himself inside of her for a while, then pulled back.
He stood up and started to untie the leather around his wife's wrists.
"You may dress now," he said. "Dress now and wait outside."
The woman pulled her dress up and slid her arms through the shoulder straps. She never said a word to Ingrid. Instead, she seemed to keep her eyes lowered down on the floor the whole time.
Once her dress was adjusted, she stepped outside.
"Yah, what is it that you want now?" Ingrid asked him.
"Just this," he said, and he pulled his hand back so hard, and smashed her across the face. She felt the way her jaw seemed to be twisted, and she fell to the floor and passed out seconds later, which saved her from feeling the way he kicked her twice in the stomach with his black leather boot.
Much later, she could feel herself lying on her bed, and someone was dabbing her head with a wet cloth.
She opened her eyes, and when her vision focused, she could see Rolf.
"Why did you let that man in my room?" she asked him. "You must have known what he wanted to do. There is no way you can convince me otherwise."
"Yah, I did know, but I did not know he would be so brutal. He did ask for you by name. He wanted you."
"And you were too scared to deny him, yah?" Ingrid asked, and he didn't even have to answer. The look on his face was answer enough. "My dear Rolf, that is how this world will end, you know. More and more people will be scared to talk back to the Nazis. The Nazis will step all over them, and soon, they will be a total power."
"Just rest now Ingrid, and do not think of it. Here in the cabaret, we are shielded from all that."