Chapter 8
Had she heard right? And if so, how had he gotten in without her knowing?
Ilsa stood to one side, backed up against the wall, so close, that she thought she was almost part of it. She had been standing in the wings watching the last skit for that half hour segment, when the door to Rolf's office had opened.
The man stepping outside looked a bit familiar, although, the many years that had passed by since she had first seen him, brought many changes.
He had been a man in his twenties then, so he was now in his early forties, and had many more lines on his face.
The redhead with him was someone she had never seen before, either.
Then, the man had seen Heidi walking toward her dressing room, and he had said something to the redhead about wanting her.
She thought that was odd, since the woman seemed to look at this man with such admiration, as if she really loved him. And yet, the soldier with the swastika was going to fuck another woman.
And then, Ilsa had heard him called by name.
Kurt Schlimmer, and as soon as she had heard it, she'd backed up against the wall. She had known, deep down, that there was no reason to be afraid of him spotting her, because she had only been ten at the time.
And, as she had changed over the years, so had he, and it was not until she knew it was him, that she began to look at him and see all those features she had seen so clearly in her mind all those years.
He had aged quite a bit, and perhaps it was because of some of the wrinkles that she saw on his brow, that she didn't recognize him at first, but once she knew it was him, she wanted to kill him.
But then, she saw the redhead walking back toward the stage door exit, just as Kurt Schlimmer was knocking on Heidi's door.
She asked him to come in, and he did. As soon as that happened, Ilsa ran off to Rolf's office, and knocked on the door.
When he did not answer, she opened it, rather surprised to find it opened, because usually, when he was alone, he preferred to keep it locked.
She first saw him leaning face forward on his desk, and imagined that he was sleeping. It was not until she was close enough to see the pool of blood he was swimming in, that she knew he was dead.
She fell to her knees in tears, and as she touched his thigh, a drop of blood dripped off of the table and landed on her hand.
"Oh Rolf, what did that bastard do to you? What did he do? I'm going to kill him for you and for me. I've wanted to kill him for years, and now I'm going to. That pig deserves to die a slow, horrible death."
She could not stop crying, and it took her the longest time before she was able to take a deep breath, stand up, and finally start walking toward Heidi's dressing room.
As soon as someone had knocked on the door, of course, Heidi had told them to come in. She had been thinking that fucking Rolf was working too fast, because she hadn't been off the stage for more than three seconds when the first knock came.
The door had opened, and she had seen the handsome blond man.
She had looked at his face first, enjoying what she saw, but then, she had noticed the uniform, and the arm band.
She smiled, although she hated him, and wished he was gone.
"You are very beautiful," he said to her. "I saw you on stage earlier this evening and was taken with your loveliness."
"Thank you, herr..."
"Schlimmer," he said to her. "You may call me Kurt. And yours?"
"Heidi," she said to him, and she noticed the way he was rubbing his hand near his groin, and also noticed the way his cock bulge was starting to swell in his pants.
He was still standing near the door, and she moved closer, thinking that she might close it on him. But he stepped into the room, and she slammed the door shut.
She had taken off her costume and had been getting ready to put on her robe when he entered, but now, she tried to cover her naked breasts. Kurt laughed when he saw the way she had done that.
He moved his hands to her arms and pulled at them, exposing her tits.
"Ach, they do look better on stage. I can see why you try to cover them."
She slapped him hard across the face, and he slapped her back, so hard, that she fell to her knees in front of her.
"Rolf said that it would be all right for me to come to you," he said, lying of course. "He wanted me to try you out, to see if I want to keep you here still."
She didn't know what he meant, but she could see the stiff bulge between his legs, and as he started to open his pants and pull himself out, she gasped. She had never seen a cock as large as his.
He started to rub his cock against her lips, playing with her nipples at the same time. Then, he leaned down and pulled hard at her panties, ripping them off.
"Ach, I see you are not a natural blonde," he laughed.
She hated him, and pulled her mouth away from his cock. However, when she did that, he slapped her hard again, and rammed himself between her lips. He held his hand near the back of her head, and as his cock moved deeper and deeper into her throat, she could feel the way she was gagging.
She started to press her hands against his lower belly, trying to push him back, hoping that his cock would fall out of her mouth and never return. When he saw the way she was doing that, he moved his hands to his belt.
Kurt opened it as fast as he could, and he grabbed her wrists.
She hardly even knew what was happening, until it was too late. He started to tie her wrists together, using the leather belt to restrain her, and she could feel how tight he was pulling it, so that.it burned into her flesh.
She started to cry, and by the time she had begun to struggle, he had her bound tightly, so that she couldn't pull free.
With his free hands, he started to slap her across the face, hard.
"You suck cock like a rank amateur," he said to her. "I would think that you would do it more professionally, for a whore."
She wasn't sucking him, she knew, and she hated him for saying what he was saying. After all, he was brutally fucking her face, and wasn't giving her much of a chance to suck him. The feelings that he was getting, or lack of feelings, so it seemed, were because of him, and certainly not because of her.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and began to slap her across the face with it as hard as he could. She felt the way her cheeks were stinging, and tried to move her mouth back around the shaft.
"You don't suck well enough to warrant a return visit of my cock," he was laughing. "But soon, you will feel it in your cunt, and then, in your asshole."
Ilsa was standing right outside of the door at that point, and when she heard the anger in the man's voice, she stooped down.
She looked through the keyhole, and she could see the way that bastard had Heidi down on her knees. He was hitting her with his cock, and when she got one look at it, she remembered it.
She remembered the way he had jerked on it, and how he had come, and she hated him for it. She hated him for everything he had done.
When Heidi heard him talk about fucking her asshole, she was scared. She didn't believe that she could take in a cock the size of his. It was thicker than any cock she had had in her life.
He pushed her back onto the small bed and started to thrust himself into her cunt.
As he did, he was laughing, for he knew he was hurting her.
"You had better get used to me," he moaned, as he pinched and twisted her nipple. "Get used to me, for I have just purchased this club from Herr Schmidt. I own it now. He signed it over to me, and I own it."
Ilsa covered her mouth, even though she was outside. She was so shocked to hear that this bastard was going to run the club, and she knew that if he heard her gasp, he might come out and find her.
It did not take much for her to realize the ways in which he had probably gone about getting Rolf to sign the club over to him.
He had, of course, threatened the man, Ilsa was sure, and then, when Rolf signed, he killed him. Perhaps, she thought, Kurt Schlimmer had promised Rolf some money for retribution, but of course, a Nazi was a Nazi, and not to be trusted.
She saw the way he was thrusting in and out of Heidi, and Heidi had her head thrown back, groaning in pain.
"Ach, this cunt has had many cocks in it," the man said to her. "I can feel how stretched out you are. I know you must have fucked a lot of people. I'm going to take you in the ass now. That will be good."
He pulled out of her, and Ilsa could see his huge shaft. Then, he rolled Heidi over on her stomach, and spanked her buttocks a few times, pulling her up closer. He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.
Heidi buried her mouth in the covers as he thrust in all the way, but even two blankets were not enough to muffle her groans of pain. He started to thrust in and out of her fast and hard, continuously slapping her ass.
Ilsa stood up then. She still did not know what she was going to do, but she knew that she could not let this man continue.
"Heidi," she said, knocking on the door, "the time is up."
She opened the door and stepped in. When Kurt took a look at her, she thought that he knew who she was, but then, she saw him smiling. He did not know at all. To him, she was just another one of the actresses, meaning that she was another one of the whores for him to be with backstage.
"Close the door," he said to her. "Come here and close the door. I am the new owner of this club. Who are you?"
She told him her name, Ilsa Baron, and since her real name had been Barr, there was no reason for him to suspect anything.
She was wearing her robe, and she had her knife in the pocket.
"What do you want of me?" she asked him.
"I want to eat you while I fuck this whore's asshole," he said. "She does not even have such a tight asshole. The taste of your cunt will turn me on enough so that I will be able to come in her."
She moved closer to the bed, and took a look at Heidi. She wondered if Heidi could see her, since the girl's eyes were filled with tears, tears that had to blur the lovely blonde's vision and keep her from seeing clearly.
"Shall I climb up here?" Ilsa asked, and she climbed right onto the bed, and moved one leg on each side of Heidi's prone body.
That way, she could open her robe and her cunt would be at the same level as his face.
Heidi moaned a little bit more. She knew how much Ilsa hated Nazis, and wondered why the girl was doing this. Why hadn't Ilsa just run to get Rolf for help. Rolf would have gotten his knife and taken care of this.
"Ach, you have a nice pussy," the man said, and he moved his mouth between Ilsa's legs and started to lick her.
She could feel his tongue playing with her clit, but she had been with enough men to know how to channel her pleasure. Even though he was licking her quite nicely, she was not letting herself succumb at all, although she was acting that way.
"So you now own the club here, is that right?" she asked, and he mumbled something that she didn't hear, because his mouth was still pressed against her pussy.
"That should be nice. It should be very nice."
She moved her hand behind his head, and held it there. She wanted to make sure that his mouth would be pressed against her cunt at all times.
"I see then that you have gone far, or perhaps as far as one can in the Nazi party. It is good. But let me tell you something. I know you. I know you from years ago, and I saw you."
She pulled the knife out of her pocket, and held it against his throat lightly, so that he didn't even know what she was doing.
"You see, Herr Schlimmer, I am the daughter of Kurt Barr. I was hiding behind the curtains when you killed my mother and father. I have waited for this moment for years."
He tried to pull his head back, but she was holding it steadily.
Also, he was lost in some of the pleasures from the fucking, and from the sweet scent of Ilsa's pussy. Therefore, it was simple for her to ram the knife into his throat and pull it sideways, ripping his throat right open.
He moved both of his hands there, and the blood trickled from between his fingers.
He was not dead yet, as he fell back and his cock was out of Heidi's cunt. Ilsa reached for his limp dick, pulled on the head, and sliced right through it, so that she was holding it in her hands.
He was coughing and writhing on the floor, trying to decide which area of his body he should cover, for blood poured freely from both. In the end, he had no choice, for he was soon dead.
Heidi was crying even more as Ilsa untied her. When Ilsa had first cut his throat, the blood had poured all over her back.
"Why did you kill him?" Heidi asked.
And Ilsa started to tell the young girl the whole story about her parents, and how they had been tortured, speaking as fast as she could.
"Rolf is dead, too. That bastard slit his throat. He's in his office now. They forced him to sign over the club. Now hurry and shower, Heidi. You and I have to get away from here. Hurry. Meet me in Rolf's office."
"But why? What?"
"The Nazis will never use this club for their own perverted purposes. Rolf would not have wanted it that way, nor do it. I could never think of letting them run this place. It makes me sick to think of it."
She ran out of the dressing room and hoped that Heidi would follow her orders.
She ran up the stairs to the small apartment that she sometimes shared with Rolf, and started to pull all of her clothing out. She packed it into a few suitcases, and then, reached for the money she had saved.
She had kept most of it there, in case something happened and she had to flee.
Then, she ran into Rolf's bedroom, and as she picked up the device, she could feel tears rolling down her cheeks.
She would never forget the night he had shown her the bomb he had once built.
"It was simple, and so I made one," he had said to her.
"But why, Rolf? For what reason do you need a bomb? I think that it's a stupid and risky thing to have it around."
"I fantasize sometimes," he told her. "Would you like to know what my greatest fantasy is? It will shock you." - "Nothing can shock me," she said, and since he knew about the many things she had done while working at a bordello, he had laughed.
"This will. Or perhaps not, since your hatred for the Nazis is as intense as mine. I fantasize about having the whole club filled with them one night. Everyone in the club, every patron, is a Nazi."
"How horrible, Rolf. How can you think about that? It's awful."
"Wait, my darling, Ilsa. I have not finished. When they are all seated and waiting for the show to begin, it goes. There is a huge explosion on stage, and the whole club blows up with all of them there."
"What do you mean? And us? What about us?"
"We will let them think we are backstage, but I will have cleared out all the workers, so that they are not here. That way, only the Nazis will die."
She started to laugh as she ran down the stairs with her suitcase and money in one hand, and the bomb in the other.
She thought about telling the others, who worked backstage, about what she was going to do, but she could not. It would arouse suspicion if too many people started to run out of the stage door.
She met Heidi, who had dressed, and she looked at the bomb.
"What is that?" she asked, but Ilsa said nothing.
She ran into Rolf's office and put the bomb on his desk, near his dead body. She remembered the way he had told her it could be set off.
She pushed the button and heard the way it started to tick.
Then, she looked at Rolf for a second, and kissed him on the back of the neck.
"Too bad you have not lived to see your fantasy fulfilled. But perhaps your soul has not risen all the way out of your body. If not, then you will see it."
She ran out of the room and locked the door behind her.
"Come, Heidi," she said. "Come. Let us run out of here."
They started to run toward the stage door entrance, and as they stood there, she could see all the Nazis lined up.
She looked down at them, and started to scream.
"Tonight, Herr Schmidt has told me that all of the girls are on the house. You can all go in and take whomever you like."
The men cheered, and the two girls stood to one side as they all ran in. Then, she slammed the door shut and started to run out.
For a few seconds, as she dragged Heidi behind her, she felt badly about poor Ingrid, who would never know what hit her. She did not feel as bad about Gunther, who was a bastard, and deserved what he got.
They were a few blocks away when the town seemed to rattle with the explosion, and although Heidi turned to look, Ilsa kept pulling at her as hard as she could.
It was only later, when they were on the train, headed toward Austria, that she started to tell Heidi that she had set off the bomb. Heidi cried for all the innocent people, who she knew had died, but Ilsa told her their lives had been worth the price, when you considered how many Nazis went up.
Ilsa had enough money to have taken a small room, and the two of them were lying in the small bed as they talked.
Ilsa could feel the heat of Heidi's body next to hers, and she moved herself closer and rubbed her legs between the girl's.
They were both naked, and she could feel the wetness of Heidi's cunt against her knee. Eventually, she slid her fingers there and began to massage the girl.
"When you did this on stage, earlier tonight, I didn't know if I liked it,"Heidi was moaning. "Now, it seems to be my only comfort."
"You and me, both," Ilsa said. "Lick me and make me feel better."
Ilsa lay back and felt the warm breath of Heidi moving closer between her legs. The younger girl began to lick her cunt lips, spreading them wide apart. She found Ilsa's erect love button and started to suck on it.
"Yah, that feels good. You will be a comfort to me in my old age, Heidi," she said to the girl.