She sat there and sipped her wine. The others occasionally glanced at her, scowling at her. Jean the nominal leader of the group, walked in front of her. "You look so damn calm, Babette. You would think that what happened made no impression on you. Does it not disturb you that one of us was captured and probably tortured to death? You are not moved by that all? You can sit there and calmly drink your wine while things like that go on all around you?"

"Yes I can. I can force myself to do that Jean. And so should you. Do you think it does any good to anyone, to our cause, for you and the rest to be standing around with your heads in your hands worrying about what happened? It does no good. The only thing that can be done and should be done is to strike back at them for what they have done to us. Self-pity helps no one. You should be angry, yes I am angry too. I want to get back at them for this. I want to show them that they have not beaten us just because a few of us are captured. We should be out there now, out on the streets hunting down the traitors who turn on their fellow Frenchmen, or finding Nazis to kill in retribution for their crimes."

Babette hadn't expected herself to get so angry. But it was true. She had long thought they indulged in too much whining and crying, like the student radicals many of them had once been, before the war had made those previous problems seem so insignificant and trivial by comparison. It made her feel ineffectual sometimes to be taking orders from people she did not consider her equal in these matters. Many times she had been afraid that their blundering plan would get them all captured. But they had managed to escape by the skin of their teeth. She knew it did no good to complain. Other cell members would claim she was masking her own fear and perhaps exposing her personal cowardice.

So she went along with them. They had managed to succeed most of the time. There had been botched missions and there were time when they lost cell member, either killed in battle or worse, captured. Every member of the cell feared being captured by the Germans. Capture meant interrogation, torture and then if you were lucky a quick death. More likely you suffered a slow and painful confinement in a concentration camp that would eventually end in your miserable death.

Babette's father, an officer in the French Army was captured early in the war. He had been brutally interrogated before he was shot by his Nazi captors. Her young and beautiful mother had joined the resistance in late 1940 but had been betrayed to the German's by a Vichy sympathizer. Her capture occurred only hours after she had sent her three daughters out of the city to hide with relatives in the countryside. She had been treated with disdain by the Nazis, humiliated, beaten, and raped long before she was turned over to the sadistic SS interrogation commander. Her tortures were legendary. She refused to talk for more than three weeks before she finally succumbed to an overly aggressive interrogation technique. The once beautiful thirty-six year old French woman died a battered, despoiled and bloody martyr. She took her secrets to her un-marked grave.

Babette's beautiful sixteen year old sister Simone was being held in a camp somewhere in the country. She had not heard from the young girl for several days. She could only expect the worst. Somehow, it made her lose easier to accept to believe the girl was already dead. She would be gone from all the turmoil and not still in the hands of her bloodthirsty captors. In any case the loss of one of her sisters was not a pleasant thing to deal with. Babette and Simone had been very close before the war being the two older girls. Now at eighteen Babette seemed far older, at least in demeanor if not in person. Simone was less that two years younger and she too was older in mind. The youngest of the sisters, Giselle was almost fifteen and even prettier than her gorgeous kin, was already doing the work of a grown woman in the resistance cell.

Babette's thought was interrupted by Stephanie the tall shapely blonde. "She talks so much about striking back at them," said the young former waitress and nightclub dancer. Her dancing career had been short-circuited by the outbreak of the war. "You talk a lot but it is easy for you since you cannot go one our raids. You cannot be seen in the open because you and your family are known to the filthy Botch. You must hide inside and let us do the dirty work."

Jean turned and scowled at Stephanie. "All right, that's enough. We have enough to do without fighting amongst ourselves. We all know that Babette's family is well known and that she and her sisters are recognizable targets of the Nazis. We cannot risk having her seen or captured. And you know all that Stephanie."

Stephanie frowned and looked away. She did not appreciate being insulted, even if it was by her lover. She certainly did not like being held up to ridicule in favor of Babette. Stephanie was Jean's lover, but she knew that Babette and Jean had been together before she joined the cell. She feared that she would lose Jean to Babette and that she would again be alone.

Gradually the three settled down. They sat together at the table while Stephanie poured everyone a glass of wine. It was Babette's third glass. She was starting to get a little drunk. Jean eyes the voluptuous brunette. She had a lovely sexy face, full ripe breasts, a firm tight ass and slender long legs. The thought of her falling into German hands and being sent to a concentration camp where some sadistic officer could have his way with her whenever her wished, not to mention the greasy guards who would get their share of the shapely Jewess sent Jean's teeth on edge. He still had feelings for the beautiful girl and couldn't allow his mind to dwell on the possibilities of her demise.

The stink of urine, blood and human waste filled the room as sixteen-year-old Simone Chabot was thrown through the doorway. Two German soldiers and an office followed her inside. One of the soldiers grabbed the pretty, petite brunette by the arms, pulling them back behind her until her bones cracked. She whimpered and struggled. But she had obviously been struggling with them for a very long time and most of her fight was long gone. Besides the guards were enormous men and the more she struggled the more violently they treated her. It was quite futile for her to put up any struggle at all now.

But she didn't want to give in to them. She felt a strong need to show them that they hadn't broken her spirit completely, that there was still something inside of her that could go on fighting, go on struggling against these mad tormentors. And in struggling she could keep her body active and not let her mind begin to consider what was going to happen to her. She knew, but she would not allow herself to think about it, to believe it. She knew that when female prisoners were taken out of the barracks and brought to this infamous room there was little hope for them. Some came back battered and dazed, other never came back, but it was certain you didn't remain the same once you were taken to this horrible, stinking room with its atmosphere of pain, blood, death and humiliation of every imaginable kind.

The officer, Colonel Wilhelm Fleishkopf, paced back and forth, rubbing his hands together. He glanced at the girl several times, sidelong glances, as if he were not really interested in her, or was embarrassed by her presence and was trying to ignore it.

The girl whimpered, "Oh God in Heaven, save me...someone save me! This can't be happening to me, I can't believe it! Let me go!" "Stop that screaming," Fleishkopf growled. "Make her stop. There's nothing I hate as much as a crying Jew bitch. My God, these women make me sick." One of the soldiers slapped her across the face. His hard, thick hand ran across her cheek so hard that the petite French Jewess saw stars for several seconds. She reeled backwards, lost her balance and fell onto the hard, tiled floor.

The injured girl squealed in pain crying, "No! No! Stop hitting me you brutes, you fascists!" Of course we are fascists you little fool, and we are proud of it", the officer laughed. "Do you think that is some kind of insult? What a fool you are bitch". All three German's laughed as they began beating the petite dark haired woman. The soldiers kicked her in the face as she lay sprawled on the floor. They were enjoying themselves even if this was rather uninspired stuff, not much to get excited about.

The two German soldiers, Hans and Fritz, were large well built oafs without a brain between them. They enjoyed their work and even more they enjoyed the complements bestowed upon them by officers like Colonel Fleishkopf. This would occur when they did a particularly good job of grinding their hob-nailed boot heels into the face of some stupid Jew, or driving a rifle barrel up an arrogant resistance girl's ass. That was something they really enjoyed.

The small brunette didn't appear to pose much of a challenge but as her struggling and screaming continued unabated her rebellion brought out the best of the two brutes. They were ready to begin going with the good stuff. "Get her up on her feet", said the colonel, "Stand her up and hold her in front of me. I want to punch her pretty Jewish face in. The two soldiers grinned at each other and nodded. They stood the girl up quickly. She fought against them kicking out with her feet. The men avoided most of the blows, the one that connected were of little consequence causing the guard to laugh at the ineffective girl's effort.

"Silly bitch," said Fritz, "trying to hurt us are you? Don't you think that is a stupid thing for you to do? If you make us mad we will only punish and hurt you even more. You aren't thinking girl! Your feeble Jewish brain is not up to dealing with supermen like Hans and me!" The guards laughed heartily as they kicked at the petite girl with impunity. She whimpered in pain before turning to face Fritz and spitting into his face.

His face immediately turned beet red from rage. He looked to the Colonel, seeking permission to inflict revenge upon the little bitch. Colonel Fleishkopf grinned slightly and looked away. He found it amusing that the girl should have so much impudence and strength of character after her ordeal. He liked to see that kind of spirit as long as it wasn't his face being spit upon.

The Colonel looked back at the struggling girl. The guards were holding her tightly constraining her rebellious tendencies. He stood clear of any spittle she might launch at him for the moment. He nodded his head and smiled at her, taunting and trying to enrage the girl in the process. Then he would really let her have it.

He didn't like the weak ones, the girls who gave in too easily, who merely begged for mercy. Those prisoners took what ever punishment they were give and were glad to be let out alive, they prove to be no fun or challenge at all. He would be left with no feeling of accomplishment at the end of their torture, and an unsatisfied rage. Even torturing them to death brought him no satisfaction. It left a stale feeling in his mouth; He much preferred the victory of torturing them into a kind of submission and awe of his unlimited powers. They you could watch them being dragged away, staring at you, sometimes with only one good eye, the other one was hanging out of its socket. And they would see you and their expression would show awe and amazement at what had happened to them.

Yes, that was satisfying. There was no doubt about it. There was a good chance he would have a satisfying encounter with this one. She was spirited. She was a fighter. She wanted to hold onto her life, unlike so many of the wretched bitches brought to him. They were willing to die if they knew death would be quick and painless. This one did not want to die. She wanted to live; she wanted to fight for her life. She would try to fight her way out of this pit of torturers even if it meant she would be brutalized and mutilated in the process.

He smiled at this girl, a smile of respect for her willingness to suffer his best. Of course the treatments had only just begun and there was no way of telling if she would lose most of her spirit once the real punishment got under way. But he was betting on her. He had faith in the attractive dark-haired girl. She was small, but sexy and hard as nails. There wasn't an inch of flab on her. Of course it was hard to get flabby at the camp where the prisoners were fed once a day, a one course meal of unidentifiable broth. "Dear girl, the officer said, "you must try to control yourself. We are only doing what we think is right for you, don't you understand that?"

She twisted and pulled against the guards holding her. She ground her teeth and stared at the officer with a mixture of fear and anger. "We are trying to show you that you must be disciplined. You have got to learn to control yourself now that you are here in our prison camp. I realize there are other places you would rather be, but this is your fate and you can learn to live with it of you can die. What I am going to do to you will hurt me more than it hurts you, I assure you that is true"

With that bit of encouragement he suddenly lunged forward, his hand clinched in a fist. He slammed it across her face. The girl let out a cry of alarm. Blood spurted from her nostrils. "No stop, no don't hit me, you bastard. You bastard stop, leave me alone!" "Such language from such a lovely young girl," he said. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Ashamed of yourself."

He swung his fist at her again, this time catching her right under the chin. Her teeth cracked together so hard that they chipped as they crunched into themselves. "Oh...oh God," the girl whimpered, spitting out a piece of her chipped tooth. Blood dripped from between her lips as she fought to keep her composure.

"You see I can be very harsh when I have to be, my dear", he said, "I can be so harsh that you will regret ever having met me." She gasped and drew some of her drooling blood back into her mouth. "I already regret meeting you, you filthy pig" she screamed spitting her mouthful of bloody spit into his leering face.

The guards looked up at the officer. There shown barely concealed delight in their eyes. They appreciate that now the stupid French Jewess would be the recipient of some very serious torture. They know what happens to prisoners who dared to insult the Colonel. He appeared to be showing respect for those who defied him but in reality he made them pay an awful price for their moment of impertinence. And both guards were more than pleased with the prospect of torturing this little hellcat. If she was foolish enough to continue fighting back the Colonel might even give her to them to have their own way with her. She was a feisty bitch, as sexy as she was strong-willed. She would likely be phenomenal in bed the men were thinking as they held her taught body tightly between them.

The Colonel wiped his bloody face clean, sighing as he did. He clapped his hands together frowned and shook his head from side to side. You have courage girl, but not much sense. You have pushed me too far. No more mister nice. I can be rotten, though it goes against my nature, but now you are forcing me to it.

The guards stifled their grins. They knew the Colonel really love what was coming next. The looked at the floor as they held the girl between them. She was whimpering, taking deep breaths, blood dribbled from the sides of her mouth and her little button nose. She still showed defiance in her eyes but now it was interlaced with fear.

The Colonel came in close to her, standing only inches away as he punched his fist into his palm again and again. Then suddenly his fist flew forward smashing into her jaw. Simone's mouth snapped shut and the sound of crunching teeth drowned out the sound of tearing flesh. Before she could even react his fist was drawn back and then smashed into her eye. The dark haired girl yelped and staggered backward until the guards stopped her and pushed her forward again.

Blood streamed down her face from smashed lips and nose and from a deep gash under one eye. She blinked and moaned groggily and her knees started to buckle. The room was spinning around in circles. She threw her head back trying to regain her senses snorting blood into her mouth in the process. From deep in her throat came a pitiable whimper. "Oh God, God, please...no more...please, no more..." the battered girl wailed. The Colonel viewed his victim in quiet satisfaction, turning away momentarily to broaden his countenance into a broad smile.

Composing himself, he turned back to the girl reaching out a ripping open her tattered smock. The buttons holding the rag together flew across the room as the gown was torn open to her waist. Her medium sized breasts now swayed freely from her petite body. Another tug and the smock was pulled free of her lithe body exposing her ball of dark fur between her thighs. The guard strained to view the prisoner, smacking their lips excitedly.

The Colonel too was turned on by her beauty, her reached out for her, his hands targeting her firm breasts. "Don't touch me!" the girl screamed with sudden vehemence. "Oh God, keep your filthy hands of me you Nazi pig!"

The officer stopped, took a deep breath trying to control his temper. He was an officer of the German Third Reich. He wasn't supposed to be getting any person satisfaction out of his work. This was for the cause of National Socialism. What would the Furher say? There was only one reason to torture these women. She must be taught to succumb, to bow down to her supreme being.

"You have not yet learned where you are and who you are speaking to, little one," he said softly as he tried to regain his composure. The dark-haired girl stared at him through blood-clouded eyes. Her nose was bleeding and her lips was swollen and discolored. She gulped silently but outwardly remained unafraid or at least tried to show no fear.

The Colonel reached out and grabbed one breast, squeezing the firm flesh and pinching her pink nipple. He pulled on the tiny nub until it snapped out of his fingers, Then her grabbed the other nipple pinching even tighter and pulling it far away from her body. The breast tip looked as if it would pull loose when the girl began whimpering and crying. She tossed her head back and screamed, "It hurts...aaah it hurts, please, please stop the pain...damn you, let go of me...ahhh, please don't do this to me...stop, you beast!"

She still doesn't know enough to be afraid the officer thought. She must be taught a lesson she cannot forget. The Colonel grabbed a handful of Simone's dark bush tearing several cunt hairs free as he yanked his hand back. The girl let out a shriek writhing about in the guard's clutches. Her face was throbbing in pain masking the agony the rest of her body was feeling. She still bled from the cut below her eye but her mouth and nose no longer dripped blood. "Pull her legs apart. I want to see how tight this little Jewess is. We will see if she like that, eh, men?"

Simone closed her eyes trying to make her tormentors go away, to pretend she was somewhere else, that this was only a very bad dream. Her attempt did not last long as she felt the Colonels fingers invading her taut slit. There was no way she could escape the clawing fingers. The pain brought her back to reality. She was a prisoner on a Nazi concentration camp. She had been in the camp for ten days waiting for her time to come. At first there were only sham interrogations. She knew, as did everyone in the camp, prisoners and guards alike, that they were not just interested in getting information. Most of the prisoners had nothing to offer anyway. They were here because of their sex, race or religion, and because they were considered impure to the designs of the Master Race.

Colonel Fleishkopf ground his fingers in deeper. He pushed far up to the bone dry chute. He continued to force his way into her dry pussy hole. The girl whimpered and cried out as he dug his way into her cunt. He poked in and then pulled back sharply before jabbing into her again and again. The raw hole finally began to moisten in reaction to his ministration. He jammed his fingers deep inside her before finally pulling them out.

"You have a very tight cunt," he said. "Fucking you would be a real pleasure." Simone vowed to be strong, to show these beasts what good Jewish stock could stand up to. She would beat them in the only way that mattered, in her soul.

The Colonel grinned at the two guards. They smiled back. The sadists wanted to hurt their prisoner. They wanted to shove their cocks deep inside her cunt and tiny asshole. They would make her scream and beg for mercy before they were finished with her.

The colonel was hard and ready to claim his prize. She would feel his wrath for her earlier indiscretions. "Lift her up and hold her by the thighs so that her cunt is fully exposed," he ordered his men. The guards immediately grabbed at her taught thighs. They were happy to feel more of her exposed body. One guard casually grazed his fingers across her curly public as he seized her leg, enjoying the contact as his own penis swelled in anticipation of its upcoming encounters. The guards pulled her legs up and apart, her cunt pulled open and hovering in the air.

"Hold her steady men," the Colonel commanded. "I don't want her to be able to pull away when I drive this cock into her." The guards tightened their grip on the girl's arms and legs as she writhed and squirmed in helpless attempt to escape her impending rape. "If she proves as tight as she seemed you two will be given your chance with her when I am through.

With that simple statement the Colonel stepped up to the girl. "You are about to experience what a real Arian man feels like, defiant little bitch!" the officer shouted. With a savage lunge the Colonel shoved his fat penis through the tiny slit opening. Simone let out a moan of pain and indignation. "Oh God...oh...oh God," she groaned tossing her head from side to side. "Why are you doing this to me?"

The guards laughed. She was loosing her sassiness now they both reflected. She would soon be as broken as were most of the prisoners in the camp. The Colonel grunted as he shoved his prick into the writhing girl. He pushed deeper and deeper into her narrow cunt, while she screamed and squealed with each thrust. Once buried to the hilt the officer pulled out and then rammed inside again, and again, back and forth thrusting and retreating until the girl swooned in pain and humiliation. "Yes, yes," the officer grunted. "You have a very tight hole. When I and my men are through with it that may no longer be the case." He rammed into her again and again, working himself into a lathered sweat. He fucked her harder, jerking his cock from side to side once inside her hole, then jamming his long fat rod to its hilt as the girl's eyes fluttered. Simone's wails and shrieks accompanied each vicious plunge.

"Don't let anyone tell you Jewish bitches are a good tight fuck, men," the Colonel shouted. He drilled the girl with renewed energy before emptying his balls deep in her womb. "We will have to keep this one alive for awhile," he panted. "Once isn't enough for this one. She will make many of us very happy before she goes to meet her maker.

The Colonel hoped he would get another crack at this little brunette beauty, if the guards didn't treat her too badly once she was given to them. They weren't as sensitive and sophisticated as he was, the Colonel realized. They were only enlisted men, men subject to flights of viciousness that often resulted in the death of mutilation of the person they were abusing. It would be a shame to lose this one like that, but it that was to be her fate, so be it.

The officer was smiling at the girl when she slowly lifted her head and opened her tear reddened eyes. Her face showed no emotion at first, then suddenly it filled with rage. She pursed her swollen lips and spit a glob of mucous into the Colonel's face.

He fell back in shock, staggering back a few steps before he stopped his retreat. He took a deep breath looking at the raped girl in amazement. Her saliva dripped down his cheek onto his neck. Slowly he lifted his hand and wiped it away. He seethed with revulsion, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You are a fool girl, a complete fool. I was thinking of sparing you further indignities for the present," he lied. "Now you will feel pain like you never imagined in your worst nightmare. The Colonel put is cock back into his pant and buttoned his fly. "Go on, take her. Do whatever you want to her. Make the little bitch suffer and scream."

The guards exchanged glances. They smiled and nodded their heads. "Yes, sir," they chimed in unison. "Thank you sir, we will make her pay for her words and deeds to you." "See that she gets everything she deserves," the Colonel ordered stepping back from the girl so the men had room to operate. He decided to stay awhile and watch his men at work. He wanted to see with his own eyes the suffering of the little bitch. He wanted to remember the look in her eyes as his men had her struggling, screaming and begging for mercy. He wanted to see her taut, sexy body being foully degraded and abused by the two animals he had assisting him.

The guards let go of the girl who wasn't expecting it and fell heavily to the floor. She landed on her ass and recently abused cunt. She yelped in pain. Simone looked up at her abusers giving them her best sneer of disgust. She wasn't going to give in to these brutes. She was no weakling, she would fight for her life and dignity. They couldn't break her spirit, she was certain of that.

She lay on the floor wondering whether to get to her feet and fight back or try to make a break of the door. The men were separated by a few feet and the door was only a few yards away. She only had to escape these three and she could break out of the building. But then what? The camp was encircled by many layers of barbed wire. There were guards in the towers with machine guns and the camp was always patrolled by vicious attack dogs. No, escape was not an option. The question was whether to fight these men or give in to them physically and let them do with her as they chose. That way she could retain her spirit and not be broken. Another thought crossed her mind, she could kill herself and deprive these sadists of their pleasure. No, she wanted to live. She wanted to be alive in the future to seek revenge on her assailants. She had to try to survive.

The guards moved in front of Simone They silently studied their prey for the best method of attack. The girl lay there, exposed and helpless, her cunt drooled a stream of pink cum and blood. The guards did not give any concern for the lack of fastidiousness. The conditions in the camp did not allow for that to be a consideration.

One guard reached down for the girl wrapping his arm around her neck he pulled her halfway to her feet. Simone whimpered and tried to pull free from the man. He increased the pressure on her neck until she gagged and stopped struggling. The second guard stood in front of her. He grabbed one of her breasts his fingers sliding around the soft orb until they pinched closed on her nipple. Her jerked it away from her body only to have it slip out of his grasp .He grabbed it again pressing his thumb and forefinger tight against the little pink bud. Then in retaliation for his Colonel, his tugged at it again. Simone squeezed her eye tight as the pain increased. The guard pulled at her nipple like he was trying to tear it off her body. He pulled and pulled on the purpling nipple. Oh God she thought, I'm going to cry out in pain. It hurts...oh how it hurts...oh so much pain. She bit her lower lip to quell her lip from parting in a scream of agony. Her swollen lips only added to her misery being torn and hyper-sensitive. Pain enveloped her. She could feel the tiny nipple flesh tearing, the delicate tissue ripping apart. A scream was making its way from the pit of her stomach and out to her lips.

"Ahhhhh! Stop, stop, please!" she cried. The guards laughed at her show of agony. The Colonel sneered and nodded his head in approval. This was a good start for the little bitch. She would wish she had not loosed his anger. The guards tugging her nipple gave it one savage pull before releasing the wounded nub. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metallic object. It was a pair of pliers. He snapped them closed in front of Simone's face a couple of times and grinned evilly at her. "Were going to turn a few of your screws, Jew bitch," he chuckled.

He reached out for her. Simone knew that the pain caused by the pliers would be unendurable. She kicked wildly at the guard. The guard deftly sidestepped her flailing legs and moved between them while his comrade tightened his grip on her neck so she was unable to twist away. The guard grabbed for and caught her other nipple between the metal jaws of the pliers. He tightened the pliers' teeth around the captured bud as Simone's scream started afresh. Her body convulsed in pain as she cried out, "Stop it, stop it, oh my God...please have mercy!"

The guard grinned. She would pay now and pay dearly. He closed the pliers down tight, digging the serrated metal into her sensitive flesh. She groaned and screamed struggling to break away. She was firmly held as the guard squeezed the pliers handle together until the metal began to cut into her flesh. Two rivulets of red ran down her breast onto her belly and then down into her curly pussy hairs. Her legs twisted and kicked about but she couldn't focus her attack with the severity of the pain rushing through her body. The guard enjoyed deflecting her kicks as he continued to grind her bloody nub to mush. He continued to tighten the pliers enjoying the way they cut into her flesh, digging deeper and deeper as they drew more spurting blood. It was a very appealing sight.

The bitch would regret being born a Jew, French and a woman. She would no how the Reich dealt with insolence. The Colonel, the guard thought was too soft on these women. He didn't know how to give them what they deserved the way most of the guards did. No, the best way to treat these prisoners was to torture them into confessing their sins and then kill them.

He closed the pliers down until the jaws were flat together. Her flesh was pinched between the metal pincers. The girl whimpered and shook as he held the grip tightly. He laughed and rocked back and forth on his feet. The pain Simone was experiencing was excruciating but the longer it lasted the more she became used to it. That was whet the guard was waiting for. She was recovering from the first waves of pain and would really feel the next shocking attack.

The first guard held the girl when he received a nod from the pliers wielding guard. The time had come. The guard held the pliers tightly as he suddenly pulled them away from her body. The nipple tore from her flesh with a sickening sound. Simone gasp, her whole body stiffened and then the shock of pain engulfed her body.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Oh God, God! No, no, oh God...Ayyyyyyyyy!" The torn nipple poured blood down over her stomach, into her cunt and down her trembling thighs. Her eye rolled around and then they closed. Her body slumped. She had passed out. The Colonel grimaced. :Come on, come on, snap to it, you men," he said severely. "Wake the bitch up.

The guards stooped over the girl and worked to bring her back to consciousness, slapping her face several times and sternly shaking her shoulders. "Come on, come on, wake up," the guard growled at her shaking her shoulders so violently that her torn breast sprayed blood at him. He slapped her hard across the face, then he slapped her even harder. He began to worry that his violent slaps were knocking her out rather than bring her back to consciousness. The second guard took over, pulling the girl to her feet and giving her a good hard shake. The girl groaned and opened one eye. She looked at him then trembled and moaned.

"Oh God, no, no, no, leave me alone!" she cried. "Let me out of here! You're all beasts, animals, sadists. You will burn in hell for what you are doing!" The guards looked at each other, smiled and nodded. She was back and with plenty of spirit still inside her. They would be able to give her the full treatment now. The Colonel nodded his assent and the men returned to their grizzly work.

The men tossed Simone back and forth between them. The girl moaned and whimpered. She gasped and tried to pull away as they tossed her. Then the pliers wielding guard rushed at her with the pliers. He swung them at her face breaking her nose. The nose broke with a crunch. The girl let out an ear-shattering screech. "Ahhhhhhh! Oh God, God, what have you done! God will punish you all for this!"

"You are the one being punished, Jew bitch!" the guard laughed at her. "And we are your gods, you will soon learn that. We are the one with the power of life or death. If you learn that one thing you will save yourself much agony. You are trash, Jew trash!"

He swung the pliers at her again, this time cutting across her eye with the jagged inside of the instrument. She shrieked in pain and her head shot up. Blood streamed from the side of her eye. The eye itself became red and filled with puss. "Oh God, God, no this is too much...let me go you animals do you hear me?" The guards whooped with delight. The second guard took her arms and shook her from side to side. She cried and whimpered. Her head hung down and she cried, tears flowing down her face with the blood.

The guard held up her head with his hand under her chin. He smiled at her. Blood was dripping down from several wounds on her face. "She still looks very pretty...for a Jew," he said softly. And then the pliers swung into view again whishing across her face, leaving torn flesh in their wake. He dashed the metal pliers across the other way. She snorted blood, coughed and convulsed. Her body started slumping again. He shook her head back and forth and pounded the pliers into the space between her eyes. Her eyes rolled at him. She looked dizzy and disoriented. That was to be expected. But she was not unconscious which is where the guard wanted her. He would bring her to the boundary of pain and keep her there without the salvation of unconsciousness. He tapped her lightly with the pliers now, keeping her eyes awake. Every time she would start to close her eyes he would tap her on the side of the nose, or just over her eyes, and she would instinctively open them again. She heaved to catch her breath.

"No...no...no," she moaned through swollen, bleeding lips. What are you doing to me, why are you doing this...animals...animals..." Only some of her words were intelligible through the obstruction of blood and dripping saliva and loose teeth,

Simone looked at her tortures through bleary eyes and pleaded fro mercy. She hadn't expected she would do something like that. But they had pushed her past the brink. She could take no more. Her will was broken. She would do anything, say anything they wanted her to say if they would just stop now. Her mouth and eyes and nose and head were all throbbing unbearably.

The pain in her breast was in itself almost unendurable. Any more pain would drive her over the edge and might snap her mind completely. Simone feared losing her mind, her sense of logic, her memory, her identity. Then she would be truly lost. Wounds to the body can heal, not with wounds to the mind.

"She's coming back to life," she heard someone say. She felt a tapping on her chin. She gulped in some air and shivered. The tapping seemed to be going on far away. Her nerves tingled in a dull, numbed way. She was groggy and wanted to sleep but she feared falling asleep, feared it would verge into her death. She gulped in more air and tried to focus on her persecutor.

He was smiling at her. He had his cock in his hand. It was a huge hair-covered organ, bigger even that the Colonel's large cock. Her mind whirled, she found it hard to concentrate on one thing, nothing was clear in her mind. "Come on bitch; don't pull that unconscious bit with us again. We have plenty more fun and game to play with you. Stay awake!" He slapped her hard across the face. The blow woke her up. She blinked her eyes and then began to moan as waves of pain flood through her battered body.

"Stupid cunt!" the guard yelled. "You filthy piece of Jew garbage. You make me want to puke." He grabbed her dark hair and jerked her head from side to side and then up and down. Her moans and mews delighted the guards as they wrenched her head in all directions.

The Colonel looked on approvingly. The guards were doing a good job. The Colonel to note of the huge penis of the guard yanking Simone's hair. He was a bit envious of the huge tool. He was eager to watch the guard drive the fat, thick shaft deep into the helpless girl. That would be worth the price of admission anywhere. To see her scream in agony and writhe in exquisite pain, that would more than satisfy the Colonel's need for retaliation. "Give it to her man; let her feel the prick of yours. Shove it up her little cunt; make her pay her price in pain."

Simone's eyes darted to the officer; she instantly became aware of her loathing for the man. Her distraction was cut short when she felt the guard moving in close to her. Her arms were held tightly behind her back by the other guard. She could do nothing to escape her fate. Her strength was so drained that she could barely stand let alone struggle. Most of the bleeding on her face had stopped but her breasts still leaked rivulets of blood and gore. The pain still came in waves from her battered body causing her attention to ebb and flow with each rise and fall.

The guard pushed his ugly, huge, throbbing prick against her. He rubbed it over her cunt lips. Simone shivered and tried to pull away but failed painfully. "Still she struggles," the guard said. "She is a strong young woman Colonel" "But wait, let's see it this will tame her," he shouted as he began to force the thick rod into the girl's battered slit.

The girl opened her swollen lips and let out a scream that could be heard throughout the entire camp. "Ahhhhhhhh! No! No! Please no...God have mercy...no more...Ayyyyyyyyyaaahhh. Oh God please I can't take it...stop...stop it ohhhh."

But the guard would not stop. He pushed his fat tool deeper and deeper into the sobbing youngster. She writhe and twisted her body from side to side trying to alleviate the pain. The guard laughed at her scrams and struggles, pushing and shoving his meaty shaft far into her lacerated womb. Blood and the Colonel's spent sperm gushed out of the ravaged hole each time the guard partially redrew and then re-jabbed his penis into the girl's ruined slit.

"Finish her off," the other guard yelled. "I want my turn. I will shove my prick up her tight Jewish asshole. "Ha, ha, yeah, her ass. I should have thought of that. But her small cunt will do just fine for now..." He lunged forward forcing the rest of his long penis into the defenseless girl. She threw her head back and shrieked in utter agony and desolation. On and on it went the guard seemed to have super-human staying power. He drove into her and then twisted his huge cock around inside her stretched vagina causing her as much pain as possible. Simone's voice cracked into the choked whimper as she lost her battle to remain conscious.

The rape of her ass would have to wait until she was fully awake. But the wait would prove to be worth every minute to the sadistic second guard.