Being a Nazi Slave

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This is the goriest and most brutal part so far - be warned

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After the 3rd round of being the special guests at a Nazi party, the men again decided to let me rest, process and this time to clean myself. Ruth came over and released me from the wooden horse to which I had been strapped to for what must have been 5 hours. I was too weak to support myself at first, so I just slipped to the side of the wooden horse and let myself slip off it. I curled up like an embryo in its mother’s womb – Ruth tried to comfort me “The worst part is over, Sarah.  You are strong and clever – you will be able to take this last round. And I think Meister is quite fond of you – he will take make sure nobody will badly hurt you.” She kissed my cheek as I nodded slowly. I just whispered, “I hope so.” She left me to recover a bit for about 15 minutes. I didn’t want to think – didn’t want to remember what had happened during the last few hours – I just started to hum a tune my mother used to sing for me when I felt bad. That soothed me a little.

Ruth came back and gently touched my shoulder, “Can you get up? We have to go to a bathroom to clean you up a little.” I had to struggle, but I eventually managed to get up with Ruth support – I felt like every single part of my body was hurting. Each step I took made my vagina hurt – the torn skin, the swollen labia – all was one burning mass. My torn sphincter was still painful – as I got up, some liquid – a mixture of sperm and my own excrements – oozed out of my wide open anus.

We passed the poor pleasure slave who had been so badly tortured by these brutes. Her sight almost made me throw up – it certainly filled me with fear. She was lying in a puddle of blood – her breasts ripped open. She must have passed out – at least she didn’t move at all – she didn’t even cry or sob anymore. I hoped she had passed out, that her consciousness had taken her to a more peaceful place. Ruth turned my head away from this scene of brutal horror.

In the bathroom, she took off me what was left from my once pink little dress, she sat me on a chair and started to clean my body carefully with a soft sponge.

“How do you feel”, Ruth asked.

“I don’t really know – my head is spinning, everything seems to hurt. Everything is so horrible – what the men did to me, what they did to that poor girl,” tears welled up in my eyes again as all the sensations, thoughts and emotions seemed to drown me like a huge wave.

“Try not to think about it all too much – you will need time to understand and to find your way to cope with it.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Here? Just a few months. But my master kid napped me 12 years ago. I was a little younger than you. I lived on Meister’s farm. Back then, he just had a few girls for his own pleasure. Luckily, he liked me for more than just my body. I think, he feels the same way about you. He likes to play with intelligent minds.”

I tried to figure out if that was a good thing or not – Ruth added, “None of the girls I know or knew survived anything close to 12 years.”

I nodded.

Ruth finished cleaning me – not that I was really clean, but at least the bigger part of dried body liquids had been washed away. My jaws, my anus and my vagina still hurt – but I was able to walk again without Ruth’s help.

“You remember that they expect you to offer yourself in round number 4 – if you want to impress our Master, you go straight to him when we enter the room, you kneel down and assume your slave position and ask him, how he wants to be pleased by you.” I just nodded on the way back to the hall.

I took a deep breath on entering the room of my misery – I looked around to assess the situation and to find Meister. I realized to my relief, that the maimed girl had been taken care of – she sat on a chair up the and one of the tortures – seemingly a doctor – stitched two ugly wounds and applied some kind of potion. The girl was sitting on the chair almost calm – just that she was fidgeting a bit – her eyes were staring. But I stopped thinking about her situation – I was looking for my master to do what Ruth had advised me to do.

Meister watched me with a content grin, as I knelt down in front of him, interlacing my finger in the back of my neck – I even gently kissed his flaccid penis. I didn’t understand back then, why I just had done this – but again, I felt this tingle in my stomach.

“Now look at that – my pet is thankful for all the effort we have put in teaching her to be a good slave.” He patted my had and looked at me – I could see pride in his eyes – maybe Ruth was right and I was special to him – the tingle grew.

“I hope you’re not disappointed, but we changed our plans for the rest of the night. You did a great job, so we decided to spare you another round for today – your pussy and your ass need some care before you can bee used properly again. The second reason is, that Rosa here no longer satisfies the standards of this place. So we decided to play with her a little more till she is ready to meet her Jewish god.” They all laughed – the maimed Rosa did not seem to understand.

“Oh, Rosa doesn’t really listen – we gave her a 5 day dose of Pervitin – she is a little absent minded – but trust me – her senses will soon all be on red alert.”

Dear reader, I may need to explain about the drug Rosa had been given. Pervitin was the brand name of a legal drug that we would nowadays call crystal meth. It was also called “Panzerschokolade” (tank chocolate) since the drug was handed out to German solders at the frontline – because it kept them awake, heightened their senses and made the solders bolder.

 “See, were just human beings and feel compassion for others.” Meister laughed again. “Just stay here and watch Egon – he is a true inventor. Before he joined the SS, Egon was a skilled watchmaker – now he likes to use his skills for making unusual devices.” 

While Meister was talking to me, Rosa had been tied again – at the same spot as before, only that her wrists were tied to the ropes and she was allowed to stand more comfortably, her ankles tied to rings on the floor, so her legs were spread. The drugged girl was grinning und moving her tush in circles provocatively “Who wants to fuck me?” It was a bizarre scene – her maimed breasts swollen and roughly stitched up – the left nipple still decorated by her number. The girl who should be in pain and desperate was grinning and offering herself.

While the men were busy arranging the armchairs around Rosa, I took a closer look at the scene – I realized how much we I had focused on my own situation. Most of the pleasure slaves showed marks of heavy abuse – all of them were smeared with sperm or a mixture of sperm and blood, some of them had parts of their body covered with welts. But it seemed as if the torturers had satisfied their sexual lust, since they busied themselves to wait for Egon in anticipation than with abusing the young victims. Two of the pleasure slaves – male number 5 and female number 11 were kneeling close to the entrance in the notorious position. I soon understood why, when one of the beasts positioned himself in front of the boy who immediately opened his mouth wide – he served the man as a pissoir – I was shocked and disgusted.

Egon ended my observation by raising his voice “I’m proud to show you my latest innovation which I worked on for 3 years. It’s a collection of small devices I call the perforators.” He turned around to a table standing behind him and opened a suitcase lying on it. From the velvet lined interior, he produced some kind of shining stainless steel dildo – apart from the fact that it was almost as big as Meisters tool, it looked just like a smooth piece of steel.  Rosa grunted like a pig in heat, when she saw it.

“Let me start with this little guy is the anal perforator. It looks smooth and simple – but trust me, it’s an evil little fellow.” Egon lifted the device up and showed the flat end to the spectators “You can see 2 small buttons used for releasing the surprises the dildo holds and a ring for loading the springs inside.” He put a finger through the ring, letting the steel device dangling from it, “You don’t want to be close to the shaft of this thing, when it fires.”

And he was right – when he pressed the first button, five spikes about a little less than an inch long shot out at the base “Imagine these little spikes perforating the sphincter – they will hold the dildo in place. I haven’t yet gotten around to test how difficult it is, to rip the dildo out of an anus.”

The men laughed and nodded. Egon pressed the second button – this time little hooks that had been inlaid to the smooth surface, swung out with the barbed tips pointing towards the base after turning during the process of swinging open. These brutal hooks were arranged close to the tip of the steel penis. “These hooks provide further fixture in the victim’s body.” “Stop talking”, one of the perverts shouted, “Let us see it do its magic!”

Grinning, Egon loaded the device by turning the ring – the spikes and hooks disappeared again. This demonstration sent shivers down my spine – but using it on a human being was too much. The thought of watching Rosa getting destroyed mercilessly filled my eyes with tears again. But Egon lubed the dildo with oil in front of his victim’s e”yes – and the brain-dead wretch just begged “Yes, fuck me with it, please.” The men got up from their armchairs and followed Egon to the backside of the tied Guinea pig. The well lubed, smooth device didn’t require too much force to be pushed into the well trained and most likely recently stretched anus of the girl, who caroled as it penetrated her.

Egon pressed the first button – Rosa hardly flinched, “I was just as surprised as you are now – the hook penetrating the rectum don’t seem to hurt the victim very much – a physician told me, that this wasn’t surprising since our intestines have no nerve endings for sensing pain.” Just as Egon ended his little lesson, a sharp scream pierced the room “But the anus does.” Egon added with a grin. Blood was running down the slim legs of the beautiful young girl, who was whimpering and moaning at the same time.

The men returned to their seats, discussing possible uses of the device. Egon presented another dildo “This may look like the last toy I showed you – but it is far more complex – just like the area of its uses more complex and offers more ways to be treated for the inventive mind. The first difference is that there is a bezel at the base which allows you to control the length of the tool. The length is perfect, when the tip sits in the opening of the cervix – you will feel a slight resistance when you have reached it. The hooks at the tip of the dildo will inflict massive pain on the victim – different from those of the anal dildo.” Appreciative nods.

“At the base we have two rows of spikes – one row for the inner labia, one for the outer labia.” He pointed to a little mark on the flat end of the steel device “Make sure this mark point upwards so that the extra hook here can pierce the clit – and you don’t want to miss the reaction when the hook penetrates this delicate cherry. That’s the reason there is an extra button just to release this single source of joy.” More nodding. “Egon, you are a real artist – I admire your creativity.” Meister commented the watchmaker’s demonstration and explanations.

I couldn’t believe what I saw and heard – still couldn’t believe it, despite having seen that there is no limit to torturing people for these animals.

Egon inserted the tool into Rosa’s vagina – she moaned again sticking out her pelvis towards him. When he was content with the positioning of the toy, he continued “I will start with the clit hook so the incredible pain doesn’t’ get watered-down by the sensations in other parts of the female apparatus.” He reached down – Rosas head flew up – staring at the ceiling she screamed from the top of her lungs – her arms and legs tugged so hard at the ropes that her skin tore at the ankles and wrists. Just a small rivulet of the tortured girl’s blood resulted from this new injury.

Fortunately, I couldn’t see much of Rosa’s tormented reactions to her vaginal torture because my eyes were blinded by tears – I just heard her deafening screams. After the assault on her cervix, Rosa passed out. The party decided that it would be a good idea to take a short break to let her recover her senses and to relieve some of the sexual tension that the demonstrations had caused with the pleasure slaves. All of the torturers did.

When the men returned to their seats, Rosa had come around as well. She was still heavily drugged – the expressions on her face turning from pain to lust and back again constantly. The application of the tool to her vagina – especially to the labia which contains many blood vessels - had cause quite some loss of blood so that the poor girl had become visibly weakened.

“Since our victim had suffered some injuries before I started to apply my innovations to her body, she’s already quite weak – I will forgo applying the tit perforator, because I fear, she won’t survive them in her state.” The watchmaker produced another proof of his skills. The thing looked like a very short metal tube with a lightly oval profile and thick walls. I couldn’t figure out where it would be applied until Egon explained “This is the oral sister of the dildos – it is applied like a ring gag. Unfortunately, I needed some space to implement the mechanisms and to the spikes, that there isn’t enough space for mouthfucking the lucky wearer. But I’m sure you will agree to me, that the effects of the mechanisms will compensate for the reduced freedom of use of the slave.” Grins and nods.

“Basically, there are 4 effects: Firstly, there are spikes for the lips. Secondly, there are spikes and hooks for the cheeks – the hooks will take effect before the spikes since it makes the penetration much more pleasant to watch, if the cheeks are held in place. That’s also the reason the device projects deeper into the oral cavity than a regular ring gag. A fact that enables the last 2 effects. Because thirdly this way I was able to reach the palate with 4 very robust spikes. Fourthly the victim won’t be able to withdraw her tongue from the center of the tool so that it is held in place for some more spikes.” Applause.

 I will spare you the gory details of the application of this tool from hell. After it, Rosa’s cute and innocent face was completely distorted. Spikes protruded from her mouth through her cheeks – blood streamed out of these wounds and from the opening of the gag. The most unsettling aspect was the bone crushing sound of the palate spikes. It shook me to the bones. Rosa’s knees surrendered, so she was kept straight by the ropes.

 What the evil innovator showed to us now was a relieve to me because it would end my fellow captive’s miserable life. It was a steel collar with spikes about 1.5 inches long. Egon bent the flexible device open just enough to slip it around her delicate neck. “I don’t have to explain that these spikes contain the real spikes aimed at the neck. As you may have observed, the one end of the opened collar I inserted into the other. With this little wing bolt at the side, I can tighten the collar to produce panic. When I’m satisfied, I can release the spikes by pressing this little button to finish the task by drilling into the victim’s windpipe, by cutting open carotid artery and by filling its lungs with blood.” While he was explaining the evil tool, he demonstrated its workings. Rosa didn’t have the strength to show much panic anymore when her windpipe got squeezed and the amount of blood that flowed out of her pierced neck was much smaller than you would expect.

 The men moved their armchairs back to the small tables to discuss the events, enjoy some drinks and savor Cuban cigars. Egon explained the different improvements and additions he was planning. According to his own words, he currently was concentrating on reducing the blood loss by the use of electricity in order to weld the severed blood vessels. He considered that this way the playtime could be prolonged considerably.

 The pleasure slaves and I were dismissed – along with me came Ruth whose task it was to tend to my injuries, have the doctor mend my torn muscle and comfort me.