Chapter 6
He had not tied her up, but even so, she still thought he was a pig.
He hadn't even started to lick her cunt before going into her. Instead, he had slid her panties down, fingered her for less than thirty seconds, then rammed his way into her cunt. He was thrusting in and out much too hard, also, Heidi thought, and if he knew he would do it this way, he should have made her wet.
But she was too scared to say anything.
The man had not even undressed. Instead, he had just opened his pants and taken himself out. As she looked over his shoulders, she could see the way his behind was moving up and down, although she could not see bare skin.
She watched as he sometimes held himself back for longer periods of time, and she mentally prepared herself for the hard inward thrust which she knew would follow.
Then, her eyes moved up his clothed back, and landed where she wished they would not, for it always scared her.
He was wearing the red arm band on his right arm, with the black swastika there.
Every man who came to her room with one of those on scared her. She thought that they were all the same kind of mutant animals, with no thought in their minds other than their cocks, and unleashing their loads.
She had never been with one who was ever tender with her. Instead, they would be so hard and forceful, and sometimes, the only way she could get through what they were doing to her was to think that maybe inside, they were not real men at all, but just needed to put on this forceful, stupid exterior.
For instance, when he had first come into her dressing room, he had just smiled slyly, with one of those looks which let her know this man was well aware of how handsome he was. Still, she thought people who were handsome, who acted like they knew it, were the most obnoxious people in the world.
He had told her his name, which she had forgotten as soon as he had mentioned it, and then, he had pushed her down on her knees.
He had started to rub his bulge against her mouth, and eventually, he had pulled himself back, opened his pants, and rammed himself back in.
Heidi had kept her mouth open, like a good girl, and she knew just how to act like she was loving it, moaning around his cock.
Then, he had pulled himself out of her mouth, pushed her back on the small dressing room bed, fingered her for the whole half a minute, and started to fuck her, which he was still doing now, grunting and groaning like the pig she thought of him as.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Heidi, five minutes until we are on," Ilsa Baron yelled out.
"Yah, I will hurry," the girl screamed, over the man's shoulders.
She had been told, during the last intermission, that she and Ilsa would be performing the wife, maid and husband routine. Ilsa was to play the maid, the part that Ingrid usually played, but of course, they all knew what had happened to Ingrid that night.
It was because she knew what happened, that she spoke softly to the Nazi, even though she just wanted to tell him to hurry up with his fucking.
"I have to be on stage in five minutes, mein herr, so if you could please hurry. I wish that I could be with you all night, but right now, that is not possible."
She moaned between words, always the good actress, and he looked up at her and smiled. Then, he started to thrust even faster, and, if it could be believed, even harder, and she felt her flesh being slapped over and over again.
Her thighs began to ache, but just then, she felt him pulsating hard. She stroked his hair and told him how good it was feeling, and how much she wanted to feel his warm cream filling her up all the way.
How his cock was greater than any other she had had, and how she could feel the fierce pulsations, letting her know that he was a real man.
She didn't have to go on after that, for he started to come in her that second.
She moaned louder as he did, and was happy that he kept thrusting, because she knew he would drain himself faster, and the faster the better.
All she cared about was getting him out of the room, cleaning her cunt, putting on the lovely black dress that she wore in this scene, and getting on stage.
He did pull out of her right after he came, wiping his cream covered cock on his silk handkerchief. Then, he smiled at her, thanked her, and left, pulling on his zipper as he walked out of the room.
"Bastard," she murmured under her breath, and ran to her dressing room mirror.
She looked at her face, and smiled. Sometimes, she did like the glow that was left all over her body after sex.
She thought about Ilsa for a few seconds, too, and was rather happy that she would be doing this next scene with Ilsa. After all, she knew that Ilsa was at least in her early thirties, although, sometimes, the woman could look much older. She always felt so much younger and more attractive near her.
And she was so sure that if all of the men in the audience were watching the scene and had to pick between the two women, they would pick her. That, of course, would mean more men during intermission, and although she did hate letting them fuck her, especially those Nazis, it was well worth it.
Nowhere else could she make as much money as she did in this club, and money, she had finally decided on, was the only thing that mattered.
Heidi took a damp cloth and washed her cunt out. Then, she slid into black panties and put on the dress over them.
She ran out toward the stage, just as the curtain was opening, and was glad that she had made it on time. Even though her entrance was not for a few more minutes, she did like to watch what was going on.
Ilsa walked on stage, dressed in a maid's uniform.
She was carrying in packages, which were obviously supposed to have just been delivered. She placed them on the large bed, and then started to leave the room. But then, she turned back and looked at the packages, with a wicked smile on her face.
She was the kind of maid who wanted to see what her mistress had bought, and she ran back and started to open the packages.
She screamed with delight as she held up a lovely lace bra and panties, and of course, the men in the audience screamed, too.
They knew that they would see this lovely maid in those things, and that was just what Ilsa started to do. She opened her uniform and slid out of it, displaying the simple black bra and panties that she had on.
Then, she slowly stripped out of those, teasing the men in the audience.
She stepped into the lace bra and panties, and her red nipples could be seen clearly through the tranparent bra fabric.
She walked over to the mirror, supposedly admiring herself, and as she did, Gunther entered, dressed in a suit. He was playing the part of Heidi's husband in this scene, and he had just caught the maid, dressing in the mistress's clothing.
"What do you think you are doing, dreg of the earth?" he screamed.
"Ach, mein herr, I did not know that you would be home so soon."
"That is obvious to me, you cheap slut. Parading around in the fine garments I buy for your mistress. If she ever heard about it, she would ..."
"Mein herr, you and I have always gotten along well. You will not tell her. Please. She would fire me if she knew."
Gunther moved his hand to his crotch then, and started to massage himself.
"Perhaps I will not tell her, my little one," he said. "But in order for me to do you this favor, you must do me one."
Ilsa moved toward him and smiled, and Heidi stood in the wings still watching. She remembered what that bastard Gunther had done to her earlier in the evening, and she wondered if Ilsa had seen it.
She wondered if he would try something like that again, fucking with his hard cock and really coming, when he was just supposed to be simulating it.
Ilsa started to sink down to her knees in front of him, and as she did, she was opening his zipper. She kept her head right in front of his crotch, so that the audience could not see his cock.
He was hard, and Heidi was a little bit surprised to see Ilsa starting to take the cock between her lips.
If the woman wanted to do it, Heidi thought, let her.
Gunther was removing her bra then, and the men in the audience were shouting about wanting to see her tits.
Ilsa got up, still moving her hand in front of his cock, and started to walk toward the bed, giving them a full view of her luscious breasts. Heidi had to admit that they looked fantastic under the spotlights, and overall, Ilsa looked terrific, too.
She slid out of her panties as Gunther moved between her legs.
He actually started to fuck her, Heidi could tell, and that threw her off. That bastard was fucking up once again.
For Heidi was supposed to enter now, and she didn't know if she should. She was supposed to come in, and the appearance of her character, his wife, was supposed to cause him to pull out. Of course, his cock was also supposed to be limp, and the audience would thinnk that he was so scared, he's lost his erection.
But since he was really fucking her, and they were only play acting, Heidi knew that he would not be limp when he pulled out of her. He would still have his erection, and she kept thinking about letting him fuck her until he came.
She soon saw the way his face went red and he started to moan. Then, he looked over toward her, standing in the wings, and he smiled. It was as if he was telling her that she should make her entrance now.
And sure enough, when she did, speaking her first line, accusing her husband of fucking this maid, he pulled out, and he was limp.
They started a fight, reciting dialogue that Heidi thought was horrible. She would have never said anything to Rolf about it though, since he wrote many of the skits. She had no idea if he had written this one or not, and hoped that maybe he hadn't, because she was getting tired of playing it.
In the script, she, as the wife, wanted the husband to fire this maid now, because she had caught them fucking.
Meanwhile, Ilsa lay on the bed naked, protesting, begging Heidi, her mistress, not to fire her because she needed the job.
And Gunther was trying to play along with the maid.
Then, Ilsa played her part well. She started to sit up closer to where Heidi was standing, and she began to move her hand to Heidi's breast. She stroked it through the dress Heidi had on, and of course, the men in the audience cheered.
It did not take much intelligence to know that the two women were going to get into a scene with each other, and scenes like that always brought the house down.
As Heidi started to pull away a little bit, acting as if she was outraged that the maid would touch her breast, Gunther grabbed her. He pulled her hands behind her back and started to bind them together with a thick cord.
Then, he ripped at her dress, tearing it, or rather, just tearing it where it had been sewn loosely, so that it would rip apart and leave her standing there in her black panties and black leather boots.
He pushed her down on the bed, and ripped at her panties.
From where the audience was sitting, they could get a good view of Heidi's spread legs, and her brownish-blonde pubic hair.
Ilsa, still in charcater, started to lower her cunt down on Heidi's face, and the young blonde began to act like she was eating the woman. Actually, although Heidi had been with a few women in her life, she enjoyed men more, and whenever it came to this scene, she and Ingrid would always pretend to be licking each other, while their tongues never even made the slightest contact with each other's cunts.
But then, as Ilsa started to lean forward and move her mouth down between Heidi's legs, she really started to lick her.
The audience, who all thought that this was really going on for good, was going wild. The men were cheering and whistling, and there was the constant sound of glasses being smashed onto the table, as a kind of cheer, too.
Heidi could feel the way her cunt was getting wetter and wetter, for the woman had really spread her cunt lips, and was sucking on her love button, flicking her tongue deeper and deeper into her at the same time.
Then, Ilsa started to lower herself down, and Heidi could feel the way the woman was smashing her cunt across her face, almost as if she expected some reciprocation. Heidi just kept her mouth closed tight.
Gunther had been watching the whole time, acting like he was getting off on it, the same way the audience was. Actually, Gunther was feeling the blood rising in his cock again, and he was loving the way it felt.
He started to get up on the bed behind Ilsa, according the script.
"Ach, mein lovely wife," he said, "I see that you can enjoy this."
He moved his hard cock into Ilsa's cunt from behind, and she started to suck on Heidi's cunt even harder, almost for some kind of support.
As she looked up, she could see Ilsa's cunt hovering right over her face, and she also saw that huge shaft moving in and out. She saw the way his balls were hanging very close to her own face, too, and that was when she had an idea.
She started to flick her tongue out at them, and she heard him moaning louder.
"Yah, mein wife. Yah, that is so good. So good."
She was hoping that he would move down a little lower, but when he didn't she was still able to lift her head up.
She opened her mouth and took his two balls between her lips. Then, Heidi closed her lips around them, and once she was sure that she was holding them tight, she pulled her head down as far as she could go, yanking at his balls.
Gunther let out a scream, which of course, the audience was convinced was a scream of passion. Actually, he had felt pain ripping through his body as he had felt the way she was tugging at his balls.
The pain was so intense that it completely overpowered the pleasure. He felt his cock going limp in Ilsa's cunt in a second, just as he was pulling back, trying to pull his balls out of Heidi's chewing grip.
His cock fell out of Ilsa's cunt, and then, Ilsa pulled her head away from Heidi's cunt and sat up. She sensed that something had happened, although she had not felt Gunther come inside of her.
Mentally, she had prepared herself for real fucking from Gunther, because she had heard about what he'd done during the Jesus skit, and there had been no doubt in her mind that as long as he could keep getting it up, he would keep doing it.
But he had been fucking her so well, and then, he had gone limp.
She had felt no pulsations, nor had she felt any come shooting.
"Ah, that was good," Gunther was saying, looking at Heidi with hate.
Ilsa moved to one side of the bed, and she heard Heidi whisper something to Gunther about going on with the script.
"Yah, it was good," Ilsa said. "And for you? Was it good?"
"Yah,"' Heidi said. "It is the kind of thing that will keep our family happy for all times to come. We shall do it again tomorrow night, and just wait until you see what other goodies I have brought from the store."
And as she was speaking, Gunther was reaching for another box. He started to open it, and he pulled out the largest phallus that Heidi had ever seen. It was the kind that was long, with two heads, one at each end, so that two women could use it on themselves at the same time.
The audience started to laugh as they saw it, and just then, the lights went out.
"You bitch," Gunther whispered in the darkness, and Ilsa was so sure that she had heard a slap then.
But the lights went on for them to take a bow, and everything seemed all right.
Once more, when they were off, Heidi cursed at him, and then the lights went on all over again. Then, the curtain began to close.
As the two of them walked offstage, followed by Ilsa, who had put on a robe to cover her total nakedness, she heard more arguments.
"What happened?" she asked, walking between the two of them.
"What happened, indeed?" Heidi said. "I just gave that bastard a taste of what he had given me this evening, earlier."
"I've heard about that. But what did you do to him exactly?"
And then Gunther spoke up, and talked about how she had held his balls in her mouth and pulled her head back so far, that she had been stretching them and causing him to feel the most intense pain possible.
It too had caused him to lose his erection, he didn't fail to mention.
"Well, Gunther, I do not know what to tell you. You started it earlier this evening, and Heidi was just getting her revenge."
"Yah, I know that I started it," he said. "But I made sure not to hurt her. What she did to me really hurt me, that bitch."
"Having those other two both fuck me at the same time in the cunt didn't hurt me?" Heidi asked him. "I know you set that up. And when you fucked my face, you bastard, you really fucked it. Well, drop dead. If you continue to abuse me, I will continue to abuse you back, and we'll see who lasts longer."
"We'll let Rolf settle all of this," Gunther told her. "I'll tell him to hire you. He can just pick up another whore."
"I am not a whore," Heidi said, and Ilsa felt so strange.
None of the people she worked with at the club, except for Rolf, knew about what she had done for ten years of her life, and when she heard someone calling another person a whore, as a put-down, she felt horrible.
"Yah, we will let Rolf settle this," she said, and it wasn't until then that she looked over and noticed that Rolf was not even where he usually stood.
He had sat out the other act, and she had found him in his office, snorting cocaine. She had been able to tell that he was already doing too much.
"Where is Rolf anyway?" Heidi asked, for she noticed that he was missing as well.
"I do not know," Ilsa said. "Perhaps he stepped out for some air. All I know is that I must get onstage and introduce the next act."
She waited as the spotlight came on, and walked in front of the curtain. During their talk, the stagehands had been working fast to get the new set on, and she could still hear them back there, so she knew that she would have to stall for time.
She told a few jokes, but got very little response from the audience. She did see a lot of Nazis sitting there now, many of them men who had been waiting on line in the alley before.
They had obviously fucked the girls before coming in, and now that they had gotten themselves to come, they were going to sit and watch the show until they were aroused again, then come back for seconds.
She looked at every face, for only a few seconds, and once she was sure that he was not there, she continued as usual.
The noise in the back had stopped, and she began to introduce the next scene.
It was another skit in which two men were interrogating a woman about her husband's death. It was not funny in any way, but the men loved watching the woman tied to the chair, under a spotlight, being hit, slapped back and forth across the face.
Of course, by the time the interrogation was over, she was completely naked, and they had supposedly both fucked her face. The two men who had played the guards with Gunther in the first skit were the two guards in this one, and she wondered if they were planning to continue the way Gunther had started the evening off, really using their hard cocks, instead of pretending.
It really made no difference, since Marla was one of the better cocksuckers, at least when it came to taking on the men backstage.
During a single half hour break once, she had taken on fifteen men, meaning that on the average, she had gotten them to come in less than two minutes each. It was some kind of a record, as far as Ilsa was concerned, and she was quite sure that Marla would be able to handle it if the two men decided to fuck her face for real.
She introduced the act, and as she was walking toward the wings, the curtain was spreading wide open.
She stood there and watched for a few seconds. Marla looked radiant with her red hair and her firm tits. She was wearing a bra that pushed them up and out, so her cleavage looked quite enormous.
When the men first started to open her blouse, the audience was cheering like crazy, as if every man was dying to get a look at her huge breasts. It was not until a few seconds later that the bra was ripped off, and the applause was deafening.
Then, Ilsa could see the way the two men were rubbing their cock bulges, and she knew that they both had real erections.
As the first moved in front of her and pulled himself out of his pants, she noticed the look in Marla's eyes. The girl had obviously seen the cock bulges and knew what was to happen for real. And also, it seemed like she didn't mind the idea of it at all, for she opened her mouth in a second, and started to take him all the way in.
About two minutes later, sure enough, he was coming, Ilsa could tell, and she thought that it had taken him a shorter time to come for real than it would have if he had simulated that he was fucking her face.
She had about five minutes before she had to introduce the next act now, and she knew she should check to see if Rolf was all right.