Nachthausen - Gruberfest 2009 (362 hits)
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Jozef Bruger entered Infirmary Annex 9 just after sundown. The camp was quiet now that the working day was over and the juden had been fed their weak soup and filth-riddled bread. The regular SS guards had changed shifts, the silent and watchful members of his own Totenkopfkorps taking their positions for the night.
It would be good to get out of the winter cold. As he came through the door and closed it behind him Bruger heard Hecht bellow, "Achtung!" and let loose rolling laughter. There were five individuals waiting for Bruger in Annex 9. Two Germans and three Jews.
One of three Doctors working in the camp was seated at his desk against the far wall beside a pot-bellied stove, scribbling on a chart. Gerhard Schaffner would have been a hack anywhere else in the world, but here his perverse thirst for discovery and willingness to participate in any outrage in his quest for knowledge made him a fit choice for Bruger. Any paperwork that had to be processed in regard to the 'experiments' performed in Annex 9 would bear Schaffner's name, not Bruger's. It was a good arrangement. The Doctor was proud of his work and his pride blinded him to the fact that his own documentation would point to him, not to Bruger or anyone else.
Nachthausen, also known with grim humor as Brugerburg by staff and internees alike, was the only death camp not on the European mainland. And it would prove to be the only camp which remained for the most part unknown to the rest of the world and history.
Leaning against the wall by the door was the massive hulk of Pieter Hecht. Though only an Obergefreiter, Hecht was Bruger's right-hand man, and the only man the camp commander really trusted. Four years ago, when the war began, Hecht and Bruger were new recruits fresh from Humboldt University fighting their way into Poland. It was easy going, until their unit met sudden and heavy resistance where there should have been none. Three quarters of their brigade were wiped out fighting for a wooden bridge over a muddy creek in the middle of nowhere. Bruger had been pinned down by sniper fire, hiding in a gully. Just as a grenade was lobbed into the gully Hecht appeared, grabbed Bruger by his collar and heaved him clear. They ran back to their lines where a deep, safe trench had been dug into the earth. As they were leaping into the trench a Polish soldier sighted on Hecht's bulk and fired a single shot while the German was in the air. The bullet sheared off Hecht's genitals and he landed bloody and screaming between two medics who were able to save his life. His dead penis was later found in one trouser leg, his testicles having been obliterated. Understandably, Hecht was never the same after the incident. While Bruger quickly shot up through the ranks thanks to his intelligence and ruthlessness, Hecht was just able to remain in the army, his brutality staggering even the fighting men around him. As Bruger attained better posts he always brought Hecht in his wake, ignoring or covering up his old friend's growing madness and sometimes secretly reveling in the horrendous acts of violence that seemed to give the big man something close to sexual release.
Bruger nodded to Hecht. The big man, who for curious reasons of his own shaved every hair off his body each morning, returned the nod, his naked bullet-shaped head shining under the bright lights.
In the center of the room stood the three Jews. Bruger had been fairly specific in his request for 'volunteers' to take part in tonight's experiments and Hecht had chosen well.
The first was a man in his twenties. Swarthy skin. The typical Jewish hooked nose. He had hardly any hair, having lost it to the barbers the moment he arrived. He was wearing a soiled striped paper uniform, no shoes. He was of medium height and slender. His eyes were dull, either from shock or the inherited idiocy of his subhuman race.
The second was a girl of about fourteen. Her hair was short, like a shaggy black cap. Her face was thin, her eyes huge. It was impossible to tell what her physical condition was as her striped shirt and trousers were large and baggy.
The third was a woman of about thirty-five. Her breasts and hips strained against her clothing, a striped shirt and faded gray skirt. It almost seemed as if she and the girl had changed uniforms. Her hair reached to her neck and had a surprising luster. Her dark eyes and full lips made her look less like a Jewess. Perhaps she was a gypsy?
Bruger found a chair and sat. He remembered to sit tall and straight. A member of the master race did not slouch, at least not in uniform. His cap and boots gleamed like black metal. Hecht shifted sideways until he was blocking the door. He was an old hand at this, and he was already grinning in anticipation. Bruger nodded at Doctor Schaffner.
Holding his clipboard and a fountain pen, the Doctor stood and turned to the three Jews, his white lab coat flapping as he gestured. "Forward please, just a little. I want you directly under the lights." The three shuffled forward a few steps. The Doctor nodded. "Good. Now remove all of your clothes."
The Jews hesitated, looked at each other in embarrassment and then looked at the Germans.
This was good, Bruger thought. They would still have a little spirit left in them.
Hecht straightened and growled, "Schnell!" He fingered the scarred truncheon hanging off his belt.
The man and the woman started unbuttoning their shirts simultaneously. The girl hesitated and seemed to try to hide behind the two adults. The man dropped his shirt on the floor.
Schaffner gestured at the girl and snapped his fingers. "Come out where we can see you. Clothes off now."
The girl stepped forward. The woman muttered something, probably 'hurry' in the animalistic Hebrew tongue. The man dropped his pants and stepped out of them. The girl glanced at his penis and turned away only to be confronted with the woman's enormous breasts. The girl fumbled with her buttons.
"Gather the clothes," the Doctor said, pointing to the man.
The woman dropped her skirt. The girl didn't know where to look. To one side was the woman's thick black cloud of pubic hair. To the other was the man's swinging penis and dangling testicles. She stared at the floor and removed her shirt.
Bruger thought she was rather thin. Her breasts were almost nonexistent.
The man gathered his clothes and the girl's shirt. The woman handed her clothes to him.
Now everyone in the room was waiting for the girl to remove her trousers. She turned away and stepped out of them. Bruger leaned forward a little. This skinny girl had the slender, shapely hips of a young woman, and her buttocks were like ripe fruit.
"Turn around," the Doctor said to her. He was already losing patience.
The girl turned and faced them, her hands hanging at her sides and fluttering like birds in a snare. Bruger had a sudden urge to reach out and touch the sparse black down of her pubis. He had to remind himself that this was an unnatural urge. She was, after all, not human and his confusion over his response to her did nothing to diffuse that response.
He shifted carefully in his seat to free his hardening penis from a fold of his undergarments. As Bruger watched the fluttering hands of the frightened young Jewess his mouth watered and he imagined those fine, small hands, or perhaps he should think of them as paws, stroking his perfect uncircumcised penis.
The Doctor opened the front of the stove. "Clothes in here," he said simply, as if speaking to imbeciles. He was correct in this.
The male Jew looked around the room. If there were other clothes here they were well hidden. When their clothes were burned there would be no others, and one did not have to be at Nachthausen long to know the fate of a Jew stripped naked.
Hecht took a single step forward and the Jew darted to the stove, stuffing the clothes in and watching them burn a moment before stepping back among the others.
The Doctor approached the Jews. He wanted to record physical attributes. Just as some Germans were sure that a nose or ears could instantly identify a Jew, Schaffner thought one could do so with sexual characteristics, and he hoped one day to publish a paper on this. Bruger knew the whole idea was utterly absurd, but watching the Doctor's clumsy work gave him a fantastic amount of entertainment.
The Doctor could do his own work, and then he would instigate Bruger's entertainment. This routine was almost scripted by now.
The Doctor approached the older Jewess. Pulling a small ruler out of the pocket of his coat, he pressed it against one breast and then the other, measuring the aureole. Then he hefted one breast in each hand. He scribbled a series of notes on his clipboard. Went to the girl and measured only the width of her hips. She stared at the ceiling.
Bruger shook his head. This was science? What an amusing dolt!
Shaffner looked at the man's penis, then at his ruler. "Hold it out," he said, displaying the ruler. The man grabbed the end of his circumcised organ. Schaffner shook his head. "I was not talking to you." He looked at the young girl. "You."
She shook her head. Schaffner's scrawny hand suddenly darted out, his fingers giving her left nipple a painful twist. The girl made a little cry. Schaffner gestured. The girl slowly reached out and took the end of the man's penis between finger and thumb as if it were something dead and revolting. She stretched it to its limit, and the Doctor measured.
Without warning Schaffner snapped the ruler against the man's testicles. There was a crack, and the man let out a hoarse yell. Watching the man's already fear-tightened scrotum contract in pain, Schaffner made another note. The girl let go of the man's organ.
"You," he said, again speaking to the girl. "Make it hard."
She shook her head, not understanding.
Schaffner said, "Make him erect. Suck him." He pantomimed fellatio.
Hecht chuffed softly with laughter.
The girl shook her head again.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. She had never seen an erection?
Schaffner turned to the woman. "Suck him."
The woman spat something back. The Doctor reached out, perhaps to twist her nipple, and the woman slapped his face.
Hecht was between them in a moment. He grabbed the woman's left hand, got a grip on her little finger and put it in his mouth. He paused, and then bit down. The woman shrieked, and Hecht spat her finger onto the floor. While she unleashed guttural curses and bled Hecht reached into the stove and grabbed a tiny glowing piece of coal. It was red-hot, but he showed no reaction. He pressed the coal against the woman's wound, cauterizing it instantly. She howled and cursed again, and he smiled as he tossed the coal back into the stove.
The Doctor was waiting. "You still have many fingers, and toes, remaining. Suck him."
Obviously in horrible pain, the woman got down on her knees and slipped the man's penis into her mouth. The girl looked on with distaste. The woman worked the Jew's penis with her mouth and fingers, but he did not get hard. The Doctor frowned, and the woman cursed at the Jew. Finally she stopped, and looked at the Doctor in fear.
Schaffner ignored her, faced the girl and said, "Now you."
She was about to refuse when Hecht leaned towards her. She got down on her knees.
Bruger adjusted himself. He was getting uncomfortably hard. The smooth motion of her young hips had aroused him.
The girl started working the man's penis with her fingers. He began to stiffen.
"Ahh! Good," the Doctor said. "Now suck!"
The girl placed the Jew's penis against her lips. It surged and grew. She slipped it into her mouth, tears running down her face. He became fully erect, so large that she could barely fit the entire glans into her mouth.
The Doctor measured to Jew's erection. Then he said to the Jew, "Fuck her." He pointed to the girl.
In an instant she stood and tried to run, but Hecht restrained her. He carried her to the Doctor's chair and bent her over.
The Doctor took the Jew by the arm and led him to the girl. "Take her from behind. You are a dog, so you will fuck like a dog."
Bruger was fascinated. The last time this scenario had been played out the man had refused, and died for his refusal. This Jew was different.
Placing his hands on the girl's hips, the Jew rammed himself into her. She screamed and struggled against Hecht's iron grip as the Jew began thrusting. It was apparent that he was about to ejaculate quickly. The Doctor shoved him away, the Jew's penis swaying madly.
"Jerk off on the floor you animal bastard," the Doctor shouted. "You, and you," he said to the women. "You will watch."
The girl turned. The Jewess watched without interest. The man stroked himself and quickly ejaculated across the floor. He smiled weakly and was astonished when Hecht suddenly released the girl, stepped behind him and grabbed his arms.
The Doctor took a wad of cotton from his pocket. He opened it and gave the girl a piece of broken glass. "Castrate him," he said.
She looked at the glass. Hecht looked at her fingers and clacked his teeth together. She went to the man who was kicking and writhing.
"Help her!" the Doctor shouted to the older Jewess.
The older woman leaped forward and caught one leg. The girl caught the other. The man was screaming, his half erect penis swaying about. It struck the woman in the forehead. The woman grabbed his now sagging scrotum, pushing his penis out of the way with her wrist.
The girl pressed the glass into the man's flesh and began rapidly sawing as the woman pulled down on his testicles. He was screaming hoarsely and after a moment a fantastic amount of blood began to flow. The girl sawed faster.
The Doctor suddenly handed the woman a small knife and shouted, "Cut off his prick! Kill this animal!"
Hecht bellowed laughter and stepped out of the way.
The man staggered back against the wall. The girl's forearms were soaked with blood, and she was still working at his scrotum. The Jewess grabbed his deflating penis and pulled it taut, then savagely hacked at it with the knife until it came away in her hand.
The Jew collapsed, his lifeblood pooling around a drain in the floor.
Bruger nodded at the Doctor, who turned and left the room.
The girl was on her knees sobbing loudly. The Jewess stood up and watched Hecht lock the door behind the Doctor. When Hecht drew his pistol and pointed it at her head she stood tall, breasts jutting out, and cursed him. Hecht put a bullet between her eyes.
Flecks of brain matter spattered the girl and she began keening like a bird.
This was how Bruger liked them, full of life, on the cliff-edge of life. With a nod to Hecht the big man took the girl out of Infirmary Annex 9 and back to her filthy barracks in the women's camp.
Bruger thought it would be good to see her again.
When he was alone Bruger loosened his collar. He took a length of soft rubber tubing out of one pocket and looped it around his neck, tight.
As his blood began to hammer in his ears he freed his fiercely erect penis and masturbated furiously. He walked clumsily across the room, dizzy with asphyxia, and looked down at the dead Jewess and her huge splayed breasts. He groaned and sprayed his ejaculate across her still-warm corpse.
When he was done he relaxed in a chair and smoked a cigarette.
He could do this all again tomorrow night, and the night after, as he had so many times before.
Life was good.
User Reviews
Submitted by paxilliona (user info) at 2009-10-16 17:47:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Hornet (user info) at 2009-10-16 14:52:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Hi. I agree with all the criticisms of this story. When I saw my opponent's story I knew I was roadkill so I did not give it my all. I hope to do more contests here though. JoeyG, thank you for being a perfect gentleman when you handed me my ass.
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this comment alone is worth a raise in rating. hornet has class, lots of it.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-10-16 17:18:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Where's Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS?
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2009-10-16 17:12:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I wanted to like this.
It was well written. It was sick and had it's disgusting moments, but even for what it was, it could have been better.
Submitted by no1hasdis (user info) at 2009-10-16 15:12:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Icarus pretty much summed it up. Even though I wasn't a fan of the story, this is at least well written.
Submitted by Hornet (user info) at 2009-10-16 14:52:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Hi. I agree with all the criticisms of this story. When I saw my opponent's story I knew I was roadkill so I did not give it my all. I hope to do more contests here though. JoeyG, thank you for being a perfect gentleman when you handed me my ass.
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2009-10-16 13:56:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Auto +2 opponent.
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2009-10-16 12:24:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Meh. It was your stereotypical sado-masochist horror-porn garnished with som Nazi-era tropes. You get a point for the writing not being exceptionally bad.
Submitted by ridiculous (user info) at 2009-10-16 10:20:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
as paxilliona and Skrapmetal both state - not Scary. horrific, depraved, disgusting, all yes. If this post were standalone I would give it a 2.
Awesome writing
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-10-16 07:50:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Jews? I love Orange Jews.
Submitted by BranDo (user info) at 2009-10-16 07:43:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
joy division
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-10-16 06:18:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Creepy, yes.
Scary, not so much.
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2009-10-16 03:27:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was well written, the part that I read anyways, and the situation you presented is absolutely horrific.
Personally though, I hated it.
Submitted by paxilliona (user info) at 2009-10-16 00:55:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I don't think the shock value of sexual perversion is the same as horror. Sorry.