Chapter 7
One of the most abominable chapters in human history regarding master-servant relationships deals with the Nazi attitude towards the Jews. The Nazis considered the Jews to be untermenschen, or "under people," inferiors. Alfred Rosenberg, the Baltic-born prophet of National Socialist racism, built his theories upon such respected nineteenth and early twentieth century authorities as Houston Chamberlain. It is difficult for persons living in the Western world today to realize that it once was quite fashionable to believe that all races other than the Caucasian race were biologically inferior races. Yet that belief did prevail in learned circles, and the United States Immigration Act of 1922, restricting the flow of persons from Eastern and Southern Europe and the peoples of Asia to the United States was an outgrowth of the then-still-current thought; and that act, as amended by the
McCarran Act of 1950 is little changed at this time in the U.S.
Yet the Nazis practiced racism with a vengeance. Millions of people were eliminated and millions more were scheduled to be destroyed when the Nazi juggernaut finally ground to a halt, defeated and itself destroyed at the end of World War II. Its heritage though is a host of cruel tales, one of which could be considered to be the following account rendered by Leah R., a resident of New York City today and a daughter of refugees from the Nazi atrocities:
You are seeking examples of the sexual exploitation of servants by their masters or others. Let me tell you one that has been told to me. It takes place in the village of Auschwitz, that inferno where so many were destroyed. It involves a vicious Nazi scientist and three very lovely and beautiful Jewish women. One of the women was thirty, another was twenty-five, and the youngest was twenty. They were most attractive in the fashion of their kind. Their breasts were the exciting breasts that only Jewish women can have, and their hips and bellies and legs and behinds were the same. They had dark hair and it was lustrous, and their dark eyes smoldered; their sensual lips excited any male who saw them; and everything about the women spelled the beauty of their sex.
The Nazis saw it too. Don't worry; the Nazi pigs might execute millions, but they never stopped drooling when they saw an exciting Jewish woman.
And if it was possible, they delayed the executions of such lovely creatures. In fact, the Commandant of Auschwitz, a beast who was the long-time friend of Martin Bormann, Hitler's Nazi party chief, himself had a Jewish mistress. The woman was obliged to live with him and fuck him or else be sent to her death. She sought in her humble way, by sleeping with him to save at least a few poor Jews' lives. So it was not unusual for the Nazis to look for Jewish women to sleep with them.
The doctor, a beast of a man who considered himself a great scientist at the expense of millions of persons, liked Jewish women too for his own private purposes. Oh, he said he merely wished to experiment with them privately. He disdained to mention the fact that he wanted to go to bed with them. Everything was supposed to be in the interest of science, even his long dick up their cunts.
So he took the three women, Rachel, Ruth, and Hannah, and he would have them live with him at his villa on the far side of the village of Oswicim, or Auschwitz, away from the stench of burning corpses. And there he took away their clothes and burned them in his coal stove. "You are naked now," he told them then, "and you will remain here until I have fulfilled my experiments." And he then stripped before them, threw his own clothes aside, and twirled his cock, which was already large, and paraded back and forth before them.
"Do you like it?" he said, smiling meanly at them. "Do your Jewish cunts juice themselves for my Nazi big dick? Hmmmm? Do they?" And he pulled back his prepuce and revealed his cock's red head. "I'm not circumcised like your Jewish men," he said. "I hope you won't mind." And he grinned meanly at them.
They stood before him in a row, their lovely bellies flat and perfect, their thighs full and wide, their buttocks firm and their breasts high. And they were afraid of this madman before them. They wished they were not there, and they were only there because they were his prisoners. They were obliged, against their will, to let him do with them what he wanted. It was awful.
So he went to them and played with their titties. He walked up and down before them and plucked their titties and bent to suck their nipples. He played with their cunts and stroked their pussies. And he was their master, and they were at his mercy. And he said to them, "You have excellent boobs, you Jewish whores. And you have nice cunts too, hot and wet. You're ready to fuck. You know that, don't you? You're hot to fuck this very minute." And he laughed cruelly.
The women begged him not to fuck them. They did not wish to be violated. They would rather perish than be violated, and they begged him not to fuck them. "Oh, have no fear," he told them. "I have other things planned before I intend to fuck you. I have many other things planned."
And that was when he ordered them into his cellar. It was not really a cellar; it was a dungeon. It was something left over from DeSade. It was full with instruments of torture: racks and wheels, levers and pulleys. And a whole wall was lined with whips and lances and spears and daggers and riding crops. And there was even sealing wax available and a small fire in a wall furnace for the melting of the wax. The place was indeed a horror chamber.
The mad doctor saw their eyes widen as they perceived all the instruments of destruction, and he laughed loudly then and stroked his dick and balls even more. "Good, good, good," he said wildly. "You like it, don't you? I can see by your gaze how much you appreciate everything. Wonderful. I am grateful to have those who appreciate things. It makes my task so much lighter." And he flicked his hard cock pleasurably.
Then he strung them all up to chains which hung from the ceiling or were bolted to the floor. He locked their hands and legs in chains, positioning them in a row one next to the other and with their legs spread. And he proceeded to look among his whips and lances for the biggest bullwhip he could find. He found it and returned before them to crack the whip several times at the air, snapping and cracking that great black snake of a whip with a ferocity that frightened the women dreadfully. And Hannah, who was the youngest of the three, cried out, "Please, Herr Doktor, beat us not with that whip. Oh please, Herr Doktor, beat us not."
The mad doctor laughed. "What a sweet voice you have," he said, "And I love the inflection with which you speak. Let me see how you yell, my dear. I wish to know the exact pitch and treble of your screams." And he instantly smashed her tits with a searing strike of that horrible bullwhip.
She bled, and she screamed horrendously, and the mad doctor laughed fiendishly. He laughed and pulled his dick with his free hand while he cracked that whip again upon the poor young girl's lovely great breasts. And he said, "Yes, you have a perfect treble. I am not pleased with your volume; it is a bit too loud. But your treble and pitch are excellent. You have a marvelous tonal quality, my dear." And he cracked her lovely tits again, watched them bleed as he cocked an ear and played with his meat with his free hand.
Then he turned to the other two women and asked them if they had anything to say. When they mutely shook their heads in wide-eyed terror, he laughed again and flicked his dick anew, and he said, "Did you know that whipping can excite some persons? I, for instance, become most excited when I whip a person. Look." And he pointed to his big dick. It throbbed. He laughed. "See?" he said. "I soon will come just from the joy of whipping you. Aren't you pleased?" And he walked about the room, letting them watch his dick throb as he merely struck that great whip at the air.
After that, he began beating them across their backs. "I would not destroy all of your tits yet," he told them. "What I have done to the screamer," and he indicated Hannah who had been beaten on her breasts, "was merely a lesson to all of you not to beg me to discontinue that which I love so well. But I do not prefer whipping tits at the outset. Rather, I pleasure myself upon beating backs and particularly rosy ripe asses that flush so beautifully from the sting of a mighty whip." And he beat their behinds and drooled as he watched fascinatedly their asses flush scarlet from the beatings he gave them.
It drove him insane, more insane than he was already. He began shaking all over. He wiggled left and right and jiggled up and down from the pleasure it gave him to see their behinds beaten. And he began playing with himself wildly, then suddenly went in a leap at one after the other of the three lovely women's rumps. He leapt upon one and began fucking that one's ass while she screamed terrorously at his sudden penetration into her dry bunghole. That was not enough. He rushed from that one to the next. And so he proceeded one after the other, dicking each for a few strokes and then leaping to the next in his wild mania. And they screamed terrifiedly at what he did to them.
That was not sufficient though to please him and next he lowered the chains that bound their hands and he obliged them to bend forward while he speared their cunts now from behind, once again leaping at their rumps, but sending his big dick into their cunts as do the little dogs one to another. And that excited him enormously, and he gripped their hips and rammed his dick savagely into their cunnies so.
But that still did not pleasure him sufficiently, for next he went before each of them and demanded that they lick his dick, one after the other, as he marched back and forth before them. They begged that they shouldn't be obliged to do such a thing, but when they protested, he whipped them severely, and they were constrained to perform the act upon him. One after the other, they licked his dick while he whipped the next one whose turn it would be. He flailed one with the whip while he patted the head of the poor woman who blew his dick in the particular moment. And the dungeon was rent with screams and sobs as each was obliged to do her duty.
Yet he was still not satisfied, and he demanded that they should enjoy what he did to them, too. "It is not enough that I pleasure myself," he-raged at them. "You too must find it exciting that I do all these things to you." And he was bestially angry with them, shouting that they were not at all as ardent as any German girl would be. "Why, I have whipped dozens of German girls in my time," he exclaimed, "and they love it. They come all over the place. They enjoy it immensely. They think it is the most perfect thing they have ever experienced. We Germans love punishment. We love to give it and we love to receive it." He laughed. "We are the perfect sadomasochists," he proclaimed. "The German is the best of all sadomasochists." And he laughed loudly.
It was then that Rachel, the oldest of the three women, said to him in a meager voice, "Herr Dok-tor, perhaps we could please you by whipping you." She looked at him kindly through tear-stained eyes.
He stopped suddenly and scrutinized her. But he said, "Yes, you may be right. What you say may be true." He mulled the thought. Then he shook his head. "But not yet," he said. "Not yet. Rather, first I must be sure that you are pleasured by what I do to you. When I see that, then perhaps I shall think of other matters." And he grinned slyly at the women and went back to whipping them again.
After awhile, Rachel, the oldest of the three women, began to whimper and to moan and to cry aloud, "I'm coming. Oh Herr Doktor, I'm beginning to come."
The mad doctor, who was amidst fucking the air from his own good feeling derived from beating the women, scrutinized Rachel again. He watched her initial pelvic gyrations and noted the imbalance of her position, saw the contorted grimace of pleasure and pain on her wracked face, and noted the texture of her nipples. And he nodded pleasedly to himself, then said aloud, "Yes, Jewish whore, you reveal the condition of a bitch in heat. You are moving towards your climax." He licked his lips. "Well, fine. Then I shall beat you further. Since you enjoy it so much, I shall beat you more." And viciously he applied the whip across her blistered shoulders as he watched her writhe in her agony and apparent ecstasy.
It was not long before, with the whip intermittently also applied to her flesh, that Ruth, the second of the three women in age, began to turn and twist ever slightly on her chains too. And she cried out in pitiful small whine, "Oh Herr Doktor, I'm starting to come. I'm starting at last to come."
Once again he examined a victim, and he saw her pelvic movements, noted her contorted face, watched her constricted breathing, and saw the crimson flush of sexual passion spread from her tits and fan out across her body. And he nodded pleasedly. "Yes, Jewish whore pig," he said, even while he flicked a hand over his cock's head, "you too are moving along for your climax." And that pleased him much, for he said next, "You Jew bitches thought you couldn't come, didn't you? Oh, how you were mistaken. When the great doctor works upon a woman, she falls eventually. She never fails to fall." And he lashed the three women triumphantly as he fucked the air before them with his enormous cock.
Finally Hannah, the youngest of the three, she who had seen her tits beaten at the outset, began to roll her ass and to cast back her head and to close her eyes and to whine pitifully. "Oh Herr Doktor," she whimpered and whined, grotesque in her apparent ecstasy and true agony, "I'm coming. Now I'm coming. At last I'm coming." And she fucked the air slowly, grindingly, as she mounted the scales of an apparent come.
The mad doctor was overjoyed. He leapt about the room with pleasure. He danced a small jig. He was delighted. And all the while, crazily he ran about fucking the air as he cracked his whip upon the three beautiful but much-abused women. He whipped them viciously, and fucked the air as he ran around his horror chamber, exultant at what he had apparently wrought.
Now suddenly he lowered their hand chains and stretched the chains that held their legs in place, and he demanded that each lie on her back to the floor. An when they had done that, he fell upon each and began fucking their cunts; one after the other, he rushed into them and began fucking their cunts, not completing an ejaculation with any of them but simply going back and forth among them, one after the other.
But that was not all. Next he fell upon their tits and began fucking their boobs. He leapt on Rachel first, and started running his long dick down her valley, demanding that she hold her tits together while he rushed along the path between them. From Rachel he went to Ruth and obliged her to hold her tits for him too while he fucked her so. And from Ruth he turned to Hannah, making her his next victim and enjoying himself delightedly as he fucked her where blood from her tits spilled across the once-smooth proud white surface, the lovely flesh that he fucked.
All the while the women exclaimed of their comes. All the while they writhed and turned upon the cold floor and rolled their asses and gasped for breath and whimpered of the good feeling that apparently increasingly was coursing their bodies. One after another, they cried out of their joy, exclaiming the beauty of the feeling that was upon them.
And the mad doctor was increasingly delighted.
"I'll fuck you in the mouth then," he told them. "I'll send my big prick down your throats. That will really set you up for great climaxes. You'll love my big bird in your mouths." And he quickly began fucking each of their mouths. One after the other, he went into their mouths, obliging them to close their lips tightly on his tall dick while he speared them forcefully in their narrow mouths. He straddled their faces and sent his long prong into their mouths, and he thrilled as he watched himself dig his dick deeply into them.
Yet they still hadn't come, and he hadn't come either. And he wondered aloud why they all were so delayed. Then he announced that he would fuck them as he wanted to fuck them from the beginning. "It's the way I've always wanted to fuck you," he said joyously. "Ever since I first saw you, I've wanted to screw you so. And now I'll do it. I'll do it at last."
So he stretched the chains still farther and he ordered them to pull their arms tightly together, so that their armpits were closed and their arms were against their bodies. And then he leapt from one to the other, fucking their armpits. It was madness, but of course the doctor was mad. And he fell upon each of their armpits, six armpits in all, and ran his dick into each armpit, and fucked each armpit wildly. "I love armpits," he shouted. "I love armpits more than anything else I have ever loved. I could fuck armpits forever. I could fuck them till the end of time." And he madly leapt from one armpit to the next, taking six armpits in a row and going crazy from the wild headiness that his fucking them gave to him.
Finally he came. The armpits were too much for him, and he came ferociously. He gave up his whip, even, feeling the joy of what he did. He simply buried his dick to each armpit even while he bent low left and right and smelled the previous armpit to the armpit which was to follow. In each direction, he bent low and smelled an armpit even while, in that particular moment, he fucked an armpit.
And he became ecstatic. Soon tension in him mounted feverishly, and he moved towards his come. He began rapidly to fuck those armpits even as he might screw a cunt. And there arrived that point in time when he could not retreat from the screwing he did, when he could not withhold the pleasure that was upon him. He reached that instant where no point of return exists. He had then to ride out his fuck all the way.
It was in Hannah's armpit that he came at last. He had just finished fucking one of her armpits and then he had leapt to her other armpit, and he was insane with mad desire, was crying, "I'm coming; at last I'm coming; at last I'm discharging," and he was fucking her madly, insanely. And in that minute, Rachel, the oldest of the three women, gripped the whip that was beside her where, in his first ecstasy at armpit-fucking at the time he was atop her, the insane doctor had dropped that whip. So Rachel gripped it and she wielded it upon his naked flesh. She beat the mad doctor with his own whip in that time when he fucked Hannah's other armpit.
He howled as she hit him, but his howl was blended with a wild cry of joy as he splurged the first full rush of semen into Hannah's armpit. And when Rachel whacked him again, he again howled but once more, he might have howled as well from the come he was now amidst. So it was with each of her successive strikes upon his flesh. He howled to each crack but howled simultaneously as she spit more and more fluid white and hot into Hannah's armpit.
Finally he collapsed exhausted upon Hannah in such a way that his legs were to her but his torso was beyond her, and he was joined to the girl only where his dick lay spent in her come-filled armpit. And all the while, he flexed and spasmed his buttocks with every crack of the woman's whip upon him. He spasmed and reacted to each whip strike Rachel wielded on his naked and now bloodied flesh.
He rolled away from Hannah after a few minutes and positioned himself on his back at a distance from Rachel so that she could not reach him with the whip, and he held his cock and looked around the room and seemed engaged in deep thought as he fondled his cock lovingly. Gradually a smile crossed his face, and then he looked to the three women again, and now he said somewhat maliciously, "But whatever happened to those grand comes that you all were about to achieve? Whatever happened to those comes?"
It was Rachel who said immediately, "You were too selfish. You were too interested in yourself. As a result, we never got the full pleasure of those comes we wanted to much to happen. You became engrossed in your own fulfillment, and you forgot all about us." Ruth and Hannah quickly agreed.
The doctor studied them. He nodded to himself about something. Finally, looking to the ceiling as he twirled his limp cock and slowly made it large again, he said, "How would you like to whip me? Would that do you any good?"
At first they did not answer him, but again it was Rachel who said, "Well, I got some pleasure from beating you. Of course, you'll probably send me to the gas chamber quicker, but I don't care. Yes, I got some pleasure from beating you."
He turned on his side and looked at her. "I am more interested in experiments than in seeing you dead, yet. Soon enough you'll get to the chamber. Meanwhile, yes, I think I shall let you whip me." He nodded to that statement as if it were a decision he was announcing. And he said further, "I think that would be very interesting." Then slowly he got off the floor and went to them and loosed the chains that held them and he made them free in that dungeon.
Nor was he done. To each of the other two women, he gave whips that matched Rachel's whip in size and strength, big black things that were like great snakes. And then he stood before them. "Go ahead," he said simply to them, "beat me. You have the whips. Now beat me."
Rachel looked at him, and so did the other two women. Then suddenly she struck him. With a fierce swiftness, she suddenly lashed his face with her whip. She smashed him across the eyes, and he was blinded. And in the same moment, the other two women pounded him furiously too with their whips.
He screamed. He gripped his eyes and screamed. "I'm blind," he suddenly wailed. "I'm blind and I cannot see. I'm blind." And he groped towards them but did not know his way and stumbled and fell to the hard cold floor.
They were upon him. They beat him furiously. They whipped him with great sweeps of their black snakes. They pounded him unmercifully. But even as they struck him, even while he crawled on his hands and knees to escape their blows upon him, even while he wailed of his blindness, something happened within him, and he began wildly to fuck the air. Even as he crawled away from them, he began to fuck the air in his mania. And he shouted, "Its working. It's true. It's working. I'm starting to come again. I'm starting to build for another come. I'm a masochist. I'm a masochist. I'm starting to build for another come." And he was exultant.
But then it occurred to him that they should be coming, too, perhaps; for he said to them, ever the scientist, ever seeking answers to the riddles of the universe, "Are you coming, too? Jew bitches, are you coming too?" And he looked blindly around at them even while they newly beat his head and shoulders, and he would seek to know if they also were transported on a flow of pleasure from what happened.
But Rachel answered him, saying, "You fool, did you really believe we were coming from the beatings you gave us? Did you really believe we were what you are, a sadomasochist? You're mad. Herr Doktor, you are insane." And she flailed him perhaps commemoratively when she uttered those words.
He seemed appalled when she told him that. Yet he was engrossed in his drive for a come, and he did not linger long upon any sense of shock. Rather he settled himself to the floor, placed himself flatly to it, and he began to fuck the cold floor; he began to rub his dick rapidly back and forth against the cold hard floor.
And he said, between shorter and ever shorter breaths as he became torridly excited anew. "It doesn't matter. I don't give a damn. You'll never get out of here alive. When this is past, when this beating is done and I've had my come, and know how much a masochist I am, I'll flog you all and then pour sealing wax hotly upon your many wounds. So enjoy yourself, my Jewish bitches, for in the end you will die." And he laughed maniacally as he increased his fuck to that cold hard floor.
But it was then that the women raced to the wall loaded with weapons and brought back two sets of chains and a lance; and while Ruth and Hannah pounded the mad doctor's head with the chains, Rachel began to fuck his ass-hole with the lance. And the doctor screamed in terror as the great lance fucked his bunghole. But even as he screamed, he also was jubilant, and he maddeningly pounded the floor in the wildest insanity imaginable, shouting, even while he cried at the pain that penetrated him, "I'm coming. I'm coming again. I'm coming better than last time. Oh, I'm coming. I'm coming, coming, coming." And he spilled seed wildly to the floor. He unleashed seed furiously and as if forever to that hard cold floor.
But even as he did that, there occurred the moment when the rain of blows to his head plus the lance up his ass overpowered his consciousness. And at a point which might be the final diminution of his fuck drives to release himself, he collapsed into unconsciousness and was unaware of anything more that occurred.
And the women said one to another, "He is done. The Nazi pig dog is done. Leave the lance up his ass, and let us get out of here." And they rushed from the dungeon and hurried into the rest of the house, locking the dungeon door behind them to insure themselves that the mad doctor, perhaps regaining consciousness soon, would not pursue them immediately. And then they bathed their horrible wounds quickly, bandaged themselves with ointments and cotton and gauze from the doctor's medicine cabinet, and proceeded to plan a means of escape.
What they did was daring; but they did it. They pinned up all their hair first of all, then dressed themselves in caps and uniforms which stood in the doctor's wardrobe. Then they took three of the doctor's civilian suits from peacetime and gathered them into three suitcases together with other small items and particularly money they found among his belongings. Quickly then they rushed from the house and made their way to the railroad station, and left the village on the next train out.
They traveled from Auschwitz to the Swiss border, and there they changed clothes, taking up the civilian garments that were in their luggage, and they slipped across the border in the night. In the morning, they presented themselves to neutral authorities, and were guaranteed safe passage out of Switzerland to England where they provided the first major information about Oswicim, or Auschwitz. And their information went all over the world and made the public aware of what was happening behind the German front.
My mother is Hannah, the youngest of those three women. The other two, Rachel and Ruth, are my aunts. Today they are nobody's servants. And except for the fate of a whole people, they would not have been anybody's servants then either. But of course, in the end they were nobody's servants. It was the case of the servants exploiting the master, at least once; and very appropriately.