Being a Nazi Slave

I can't tell exactly how long I had waited - it certainly took a few hours, because when I heard heavy boots outside the study approaching, the sun was already sinking. Quickly I got down on my knees, interlacing my fingers behind my head, just in time to be ready when the wooden door swung open. Meister did at first not take any notice of me. He put down he hat on the desk, sat down in the heavy heavy chair and went through some papers, before he eventually turned to me. All the time, I held my eyes to the ground - I tried not to move the slightest bit - you can imagine that I was filled with fear.

After some time, he looked across the desk down at me "Stand up and look at me." he commanded in an almost soft voice. With shaking knees, I got up and hesitantly looked up at him. The face which I beheld was warmly smiling at me - nodding as if to say, "Don't be afraid." My heart so much wanted to believe that I was lucky, that I was chosen by the only good man in this evil system - but my mind told me not to trust Meister, him who clearly was the commander of this institution. "Now, Sarah, take of your dress and let me have another look at your beautiful body of yours." Of course, I followed his order - the image of the poor girl in the yard still vivid in my mind. And I also managed to assume the previous position without hesitating too long - I put my hands on the back of my neck.

Meister was not the first person to call me good looking or even beautiful. I was slim and fit, I loved to do gymnastics. My small bubble butt was firm, forming a nice contrast with my slim waist. My curly, dark-bond hair just reached down to the base of my firm C cup breasts. My full, sensual lips could well have been the most prominent feature of my face - had it not been for my keen, sparkling blue eyes. Had I not been Jewish, I might as well have been chosen for Breeding. This self-description may sound a little odd, even a little narcissistic - but I actually asked others - including Meister - to help me with it in order to get an objective result.

Meister nodded again - obviously he liked what he saw. "Now, Sarah, do you have an idea where you are, what this place is about?" He ideas seemed to pierce me as a began to answer, carefully choosing my words "I know I'm in Auschwitz - a camp where the German government concentrates certain people who you don't deem to be apt to live with the Erman people. However, I don't really know what this place inside Auschwitz is about." Again, he spoke softly as if he cared about me, cared about explaining to me about this place "Very nicely spoken - you are a clever young woman." He blinked at me - I could not help it but blushed at his flattering words. "I will be honest - the purpose of this place is to satisfy the special sexual desires - even perverted ones - of important Germans. That's about it." He leant back in his chair band lit a cigarette. "And I will also admit to you openly, that I personally don't believe the shit about races being superior to others - just take a look at you. Physically and as well intellectually - as far as I can tell so far - you are superior to many Arian Germans I know. But that doesn't matter. The political situation is in my favor - it makes allows me to take advantage of you, to abuse you - and I by now means to intent to pass on making use of these advantages." It took me a moment to fully grasp what this man had just said - softly, with a smile.

But he hadn't finished giving me my first lesson on my new role "This place actually was my idea - and the reason I wanted to set it up is, that I love to make people suffer - more specifically: It turns me on to make women suffer and to dominate them." He deeply inhaled the smoke of his cigarette - I'm sure he did so to let his words sink in. "But I also enjoy the company of an intelligent person, an intellectually stimulating conversation and whit. While you don't have any other orders or problems, you can talk to me openly. I will never punish you for having said anything critical, anything that differs from my opinions etc. without having you warned beforehand." Again, he took a puff before he continued. "Be bold - try me." He said, smiling at me encouragingly.

I've always been a positive person - even to the degree of being naive - I still am, despite all the horrible experiences I had to go through. So I tried him - I just uttered what came to my mind at that moment - a moment which overstrained me to a degree, that I wasn't able to form an intelligent and suitable thought - so, what I replied was: "Can I have paper, a notebook and some pencils, so I can write down my experiences and thoughts?" Meister laughed right out - shaking his head in a mixture of disbelieve and admiration he just replied, "Your wish is my command - if you want, I will have a type writer set up for you right here." After some moments of pondering how to proceed from here, Meister concluded "See, your surprising idea saved you from getting whipped and probably even raped today - it's much more fun for me, to think about what I could make of this request, than to whip a proud young woman to the point of passing out for the hundredth time." He laughed again "Ok - you may leave now - one of my maids will show you where you will sleep tonight." Meister pressed a little button on his desktop- only a few seconds later the door opened and a maid stepped in "You called, Master Hans?" - "Yes, show my new slave her place for the night." She nodded at me, indicating to me to follow her.

"One more thing." The stopped short - we both turned to him "Sarah, are you a virgin?". I blushed as I was taken by surprise by this rather intimate question - I lowered my eyes and nodded." "Very well." Mester replied to my confession of complete inexperience.

I don't have to tell you, that my head was spinning had experienced that day and that I hardly slept that night. Later that night The maid provided me with a notebook and pencils - just as I had asked. I started to record a diary wish I later used as the basis for the pages you are reading just now.

...to be continued...