Being a Nazi Slave

Sarah, part 3, or Let the Party Commence

Meister was sitting behind his desk again – without waiting for a command, I knelt down in front of the desk, interlacing my fingers behind my head. The officer nodded with a smile – I actually felt a small tickle of pride in my stomach, because of Meisters approval of my behavior. I think, nowadays you would call that an instance of the Stockholm-Syndrom – and as I know now, it was a sign of my submissive streak.

“I’m sure Ruth has told you about the party already. I can see that she has perfectly taken care of the proper attire – you are the center of interest tonight – my friends have come to see my new pet.”  I jerked a little at the term “pet” - but that better than “Whore”, “Slut” or “Fuckslave” – it’s even a little cute, I thought. “I’m sure you’re clever enough to know, but you let me tell you some basic rules: You have to obey to anything one of our guests commands you to do. If you don’t, you will regret it. You have seen the slut un the yard, right? You address our guests as Master or Mistress – me too – I’m Master Hans to you.” I swallowed and nodded “Yes, Master Hans.” “Great, that’s all. Let’s go.” He got up, got a leash from a drawer of his desk and hooked it to the iron ring in my collar. With a little tug at the leash, he indicated to me to get up and follow him.

Meister led me down to the ground floor and into a small hall that was filled with small comfy looking bar armchairs grouped around about 4 small tables. 12 men – most of them in uniforms were chatting, drinking and smoking – at the far end of the room, there was a small stage – on the stage, there was yet another small wooden horse – Meister must like them, I thought. But it also occurred to me, that one day, I may get tied to one of these. This thought sent a shiver down my spine.

As we entered the room, the men fell quiet – I could feel 24 eyes on me, on my barely covered young body, on my breasts, the nipples the just now hardened from my anxiety. I wanted to turn into mouse so I could hide in a dark corner.

“Heil Hitler, my friends. Thank you for giving a warm – and steamy – welcome to my new companion, Sarah, here.” I just stared at the floor as he pointed to me – some of the men applauded. “You can see, that I could find an exceptionally suitable specimen again – look at her young, slender body, her full and firm tits, at the cutely closed pussy – oh, and by the way – Sarah is still a virgin.” Loud applause. My spirits were sinking as I heard Meisters words that reduced me to  a fuck toy.  I was sure now, that they would abuse me – maybe they would watch Meister taking my virginity.

“I decided that we should properly initiate this extraordinary pet in 4 steps. In step 1 I invite each of you to satisfy yourself usen this beautiful mouth with the full sensual lips. In step 2 I offer you to use Sarah’s back door to lose your load. In step 3 we will show Sarah, what her pussy is made for. After these lessons, Sarah will get the opportunity to show you what she has learned by offering herself to you as a token of her gratitude for teaching her to act as a real woman. This will be step 4 which of course can go on for as long as you want. So that Sarah can concentrate on the lessons, she will get the first 3 lessons strapped to the horse.” The men really got excited when they listened to Meister – some had even taken out their erect penises. I literally collapsed, tears running down my cheeks. I knew I would get abused – but raped for hours by 12 grown men for hours on end? To be deflowered by a group of horny rapists who didn’t even regard me as a real human being – that was too much. I dropped to my knees.

“We know you well, Hans – so I just want to ask to make sure: You don’t want us to kill her or inflict any lasting damages, right?” Laughing Meister nodded “Yes, of course – and I’m sure you won’t regret holding yourself back a bit this time, Karl – you don’t want to spoil the ringing and branding, which won’t be part of the initiation this time.” Applause “Hans is a real connoisseur – he knows how to get the maximum fun out of a slave.” These words hardly got through to me anymore – and that was good. I could hardly bear the fate I was busy to fear.