German Hospitality (closed for Demos Straxus and Jewelskye)

January 2nd 1944, Majdnek Concentration camp Lublin, Poland

The night was dark at Majdnek. The lights were turned off early, and the only illumination came from the watch tower, his bright beams gleamed off the barbed which littled the walls and yard. Newfallen snow seemed to glow beneath the light.

Standing beside the infirmary, a lone figure added to the dim light, as he inhaled deeply the cigarette held loosly in his left hand. Its end flared when he inhaled, only to dim slowly as he released the smoke back into the air, adding a pinprick of light to the darkness.

Hans Shultz, vaunted recieved of the Iron cross, and general of the third reich had long vowed to quit this vile habit, but in the frigid colds of winter on the front, this alone game him the relief he needed. Inspite of the cold he stood tall, back straight, and uniform uncreased to a degree one generaly only saw in raw recruits. Most generals grew soft, and fat when in command, but Hans only seemed to grow sharper, as if honed ever more into the tool which his motherland demanded of him.

Even the planes of his face bespoke a certain coldness. His eyes were narrow, and an ice blue, while his nose was the thin, and well formed, a true mark of his aryan heritage. His lips were thin, and as he inhaled, his face rippled with the frown lines that accompanied his age. At 49 he possessed a body that was surperior to the average 30 year old, his salt and pepper hair the sole concession he made to time.

Alone in his thoughts, he flicked the cigarette from his mouth, and crushed it beneath his heel as he entered the building.

Ignoring the guards that waited on either side of the door, he seated himself in a stiff chair behind a heavy oak desk, and and spoke to the liutenant awaiting his command, as he opened a manilla folder before him, revealing the dossier of a young, half gypsie woman. The intial medical tests had looked promising, but Hans had dealt with failure enough times to want to see the her for himself. His careeer, and possibly his life were tied to the success of this mission.

"Bring in the next cantidate."

She cried out, putting up a struggle. She always did, and the bruises on her arms from their rough hands were a testament to how much trouble she gave them. The sounds of the struggle could be heard from down the hall. Curses shouted by a female and short, grunted words of the same degree came from more than one male voice.

"Let me go you bastards!" came the woman's voice again. She was obviously quite fluent in German, though her speech was tainted with something between romanian and irish. Not at all an unpleasant sound.

"Hold her still, damn it!"
"Christ she's a fiesty one!"

But despite all her struggling, they eventually drug her through a set of large wooden doors. She was standing there, feet apart slightly in a determined stance, and long flame colored silken tresses tumbled from her head, reaching to her waist, probably further if her hair were wet.

Much of her hair fell into her face, hiding it from view, but it was quite obvious as she stood there that she was atleast attractive. Her body was petite, curvacious, and more than simply alluring. It seemed almost made to please a man.

She didn't look at the man behind the desk. She knew thats what they wanted. And after being told to several times, the Lieutenant grabbed her hair, pulling her head back quickly. The motion threw the hair out of her face and exposed her face.

Ivory skin, though slightly dirty from the camps and the cells she'd been dragged to and from, seemed glow slightly in the soft lighting of the room. Long sable lashes rested against the ivory of her skin, making a striking contrast. Full, soft lips were perched delicately on a face befitting an angel. Her neck was a graceful pillar, even at a slightly awkward angel.

And then her eyes opened. One green, the color of the emerald shores off her mother's homeland. And one cerulean blue, the color of the sea just off the shores of her father's place of birth.

She couldn't be older than 19, from the looks of her. But age didn't matter in a place like this. Here, it was all about breeding. And her german father and gypsy mother were not the kind of breeding they wanted.

Hans found his intrest piqued from the moment she entered. So many of the vermin he inspected were pathetic, weakened cows, waiting patiently for the slaughter to come. He despised them to a man. One unwilling to fight for their own survival had no right to it.

Her though....interesting. The records he had before him showed at least a six month period of captivity, and yet she was still spirited. More than that she seemed in near perfect health. Most of the prisoners were gaunt, deathly figures by the time he inspected them. They rarely lasted a week into the experiments. Someone had been feeding her. Were it his own camp Hans would have found the party out, and had them shot. One could never develop feelings for these animals.

Not my concern.

When she tossed back her head though.....he was in awe. The eyes mismatched as they were, burned with an inner fire, and added to the powerful, womanly beauty she possessed. He stared into them for several long seconds, his face a blank mask, as within he cried out with lust for her. Clamping down hard on the impulse, he spoke, making his voice as level as before.

"Prisoner #3652, you have been selected for involvement with a special project to assist our brave and noble troops on the treacherous russian front. If you fail in any way to comply with our wishes in any way, shape, or form, you will be beaten, and possibly shot. In the mean time, you shall be transported to a special facility to take part in the experiments. Take her away."

She'd stared into those cold blue eyes, unflinching and unafraid of any fate he could send her too. She knew she'd likely die, but she also knew she wouldn't go down without a fight. They could take everything from her. She'd seen her father shot for a traitor, her mother dragged off to another camp shortly after they'd been captured. She knew what awaited her mother, and was atleast glad she'd recieve a quick end.

When he spoke, she waisted no time in spitting directly onto his desk, and was only sad she didn't hit his face. The answer she recieved was a quick back-handed smack to her cheek, making her head snap to the side quickly. She bit back the cry of pain, and not a single tear welled in her eye. It wouldn't do to show them weakness.

When he ordered them to take her away, a string of vile romani curses left her lips as they drug her from the room. She knew he wouldn't understand, but that wasn't the point. She was still struggling against the men who held her as they drug her away, kicking and yelling. Cursing them for fools, idiots, and bastards, She ignored the pain in her arms from their vice-like grips.

They drug her from the warmth of the building, bare feet dragging through the frigid snow, and still the fought. She continued to fight when she was thrown into the back of a covered truck into a type of cage meant to keep her away from the two guards that sat there, rifles held infront of them incase they should need them.

She shifted, sitting back in the cage and crossing her arms over her full chest. Mismatched eyes glared angrily at the two of them. They were young, and she had to admit the one on the right would be handsome if it weren't for the stifling uniform he wore. Didn't these people know anything of freedom? She longed for the days when she could travel at will with her mother's family.

She missed dancing, singing, and knowing she was free as the wind.

Enough of that, Nadya... she thought, pushing the memories out. Now wasn't the time.

Her eyes were still locked on the two young, green soldiers. It probably wouldn't take much to get them to let her go. Just play sweet, coy, and flirt. But then what would she do? They'd just get her out of the truck, only to be shot running for the walls.

No... she'd have to come up with a better plan than that. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them to her chest, and laid her chin on her knees.

The pair of soldiers rode in relative silence in the back, their gaze eyes never leaving hers, and the look in their eyes as cold as the fresh fallen snow outside. The truck rocked slightly as it drove out the gate, and began to move across rough hewn roads towards the lab where she was to be delivored to.

Both were germans, pure aryans infact. Both had been assigned to this posting some time ago, and this was the fourth woman they had assisted in the transport of. They had also helped to bury the other three. That had been hard. The earth at this time of year was as stone, and nearly impossible to dig through. Both had enjoyed the fruits of their previous labors, getting a 'taste' of the women before they died.

One reached into a pocket, withdrawing a pack of cigarettes, and splitting it with his partner. both lighting up in the darkened truck. They spoke in low voices, so that the prisoner would not know what they were discussing. An effort spoiled by the occasional glanced they shot her way as they conversed.

"She's a nice one. Hansy has good taste."

"A good one, and a dead one. I prefer to have women that will live past today."

"All the more reason to have some now. Its not like she'll get to complain to someone."

"True...but lets wait until we get her in the cell at the lab. Don't want to risk her escaping while she's in our care. Hans would have our heads."

Nadya's mismatched eyes darted from one to the other, watching them in warry silence. She knew they were talking about her, even had an idea of what they were saying, but she couldn't be positive.

The thought made her back up further in the cage, back pressed to the hard cold bars as she gave a shiver, trying to ignore the cold that had begun to seep through her tiny body. Her knees were drawn in tight to her body, long slender arms wrapping around them as she pulled them closer in an effort to keep in what little body heat she had left.

Even as she sat there watching them in her warry silence, she felt the truck come to a stop. They stopped, rose, and one of them unlocked the cage. She was pulled out roughly by them both, and despite her struggling, their hands held her with the ease granted by the strength of their youth.

She bit back a whimper as they drug her from the truck and toward the building. "Let me go you elitist pigs!" she cried in german, trying her best to land a good hard kick on one of their legs.

Her kick was rewarded with an indifferent slap from the soldier, as the pair continued to drag her in, to one of the complexes main confinement areas. They ignored her insults and abuse knowing full well that they would be able to with her what they wanted once she was inside her cell.

Bringing her past the guard of the cellblock, they carried her to the end of the cooridor, and shoved her inside the last cell in the row. None of the others were occupied.

Bare, and lifeless it had nothing save a metal bucket, and plain cot. The air in the cell was a frigid 60, and there seemed to be little heat in the building. A metal dish and cup indicated where food would come from.

The soldiers stood outside her cell, ddiscussing quietly which would go first. After a few moments, the leaner of the two, a tall young man with blonde hair, and brown eyes entered, speaking to her harsly in german, as he began to disrobe.

"Take off those rags and lie on the bed whore. You'll fuck me before the russian pigs."

She stumbled into the cell, coming to rest on the cot, catching herself just before she would have run right into the wall. Sighing, she knew it was a lost cause to try to fight them here. Sitting down on the cot, she pulled her knees to her chest again, running hands up and down her arms in an effort to warm them up.

Her eyes watched them as she sat there, preparing for whatever they might do. Wether it be to punish her for fighting them so hard or to simply leaving there in the cold dark of this prison.

It would appear they had very different plans, however. For as she sat there watching them, the taller of the two turned toward her. She watched him, eyes nearly glowing with defiance. His words mad her blanch however. She would do what to him? Before she did it to the russians...?!

Fear clawed at her, but she shoved it down. She'd fight them tooth and nail. No one would lay a hand on her without a fight. "Go to hell," she hissed at him, moving to brace herself for anything he might try.

The german smiled coolly, even as he stripped away his own uniform, revealing a toned and muscular body, allready scarred from battle...and based on some of the teeth and claw marks, past rapes. His manner was cold, and professional. He had done this many times, and saw this as no different.

Yes, she was less willing than most should be, but she was also a a gypsie, a halfbreed whore. Had not Der Fuher said that the Aryian race was superior to all? He could take anything he wanted from this bitch. She had not the breeding to stop him.

When he was nude he moved towards her, carrying the rifle tightly gripped in one hand. As soon as he was in striking distance, he lashed out with it, trying to slam her in the forhead with it's butt. A typical german combat move, this was intended to stun her long enough for him to begin. After she was under him, it would not be difficult at all......at least by his reasoning.

She watched him, mismatched eyes narrowed as he moved toward her, shedding his clothes. When he was nude, she did her best not to let her eyes move below his waist line. The last thing she wanted to think about was that he might be big... might hurt her, if she allowed him to get his hands on her.

And so it was that she shifted to a crouched position on the cot, eyes dancing from the rifle to it's carrier as he moved toward her. Her muscles tensed some, one hand holding the cot, the other free to do with as she wished, the balls of her feet supporting her weight.

She saw his hands flex on the rifle, saw him lift it slightly without even meaning to. That was the sign she'd been looking for. He had it up quickly, the butt of the gun flying toward her. She moved quickly to the side, managing to avoid the blow to the head.

It wasn't a perfect dodge, however, and the butt of the gun caught her shoulder with a hard thud. Pain coursed through her from her shoulder, but she fought it back, blinking away the tears that came to her eyes as she shifted again, bracing herself once more, waiting for his next attempt at making her weak enough for him to force himself on her.

Heat coursed from the abused shoulder and absentmindedly, she realised that it was likely dislocated. And the way her arm was hanging limply at her side only further supported the thought, but for now, she reasoned, this wasn't the time to worry about such things.

Hans knew those guards would have there way with her, he had his own problems to deal with as well, the candidates that they were choosing were all not acceptable, but he needed ones like her with size, and weight to keep those heat factors alive at those front lines. Thoughts went threw his mind, “How do we get her so she is this heating blanket, maybe some long sessions of sex, or maybe just keeping her stimulated all the time.”

He had known of a few Doctors that had proven heightening the stimulus to the female senses would cause a factor of heat to grow within there bodies, but would this feisty red head do it. Getting his body from his desk, he walked threw the halls of those that were held there, checking out the woman, and terrorizing most that he was on the prowl for more female bodies.

“I must break this ones sprit, she has the great attributes of a hot blooded female, maybe it’s the upbringing of that gipsy blood, and maybe we have to look for more of those bodies.” He knew Heir Furor was adamant about this test, and they needed something to keep there troops warm in that horrid atmosphere.

Walking those cell halls, he talked to a few of the guards; most were horrified of Hans, but still talked to him. Many were pointing out some of the more robust women, and with a grasp of a few heads of hair, could see some were more ample in bust size, or some just were sickly, as there hair just fell out. Taking a few more numbers, he found a few that might work out, but first he had to deal with this feisty red head.

Driven to that secret bunker, he just wandered in; no one would ever say a thing to him, knowing that might be there last spoken word. As he wandered the halls, hearing the sounds of many groaning, and in fear of there life’s, he wandered to the cell with is captive. That naked hurting one was now just laying there, traces of cum over her body, and her shoulder now damaged, “You, 3652, who the hell did that to you?” She just looked to him, with her eyes now blackened, showing signs of a strike to her face, as well as her swollen shoulder.

She just looked and did not say a thing, walking to his special guards, he just looked at them, “Who gave you the right to damage her; this is the first one that had signs of a heated body, and was maybe one that would prove our theory. Now who did it to her?” Only one guard spoke up, but it was his demise, as Hans just took his Ruger, and put a bullet in his skull.

“You fools just think these are for your own pleasure, this is the first one that has good body heat, and you got to fuck her up, now if you do not do as I say, this is how it will be, you will be shot as well.” Hans was pissed, and it showed, he walked back to the feisty one, “You, 3652, come here, and show your self to me,” she was not even looking at her captor. “I warn you, look now, or you will be tortured to give me respect, when I say you look, you look, got me! I have ways of doing things, it can be easy, or it can be hard, and for one in your position, you should think of how it will be, I can just let the guards have there way with you for the rest of your life, or I can maybe make your stay a bit better. It is up to you, but one with your temper, I would say I might as well just put a bullet in your head right now, but it would be a waste of lead.”

He just wandered off, taking to his well-equipped lab, his day was now starting, and he would bring her in and let her see just what they will be doing to her. Showing with another one that body heat was now the way to be, and to get her ass heated up over sex, she would be one that would crave it, and want it just to stay hot in that cell. “Guards, bring in our survivor, and bring in that feisty red head, and strap her in the chair, let her view what I am doing with this other one, and what she will be doing as well.” He just lit up his smoke, and thought, “Well what devious pain can I come up with today,” looking over his vast amount of devices to make pain a game, he did love those large clamps, just to put them on her nipples, and crush them. He wondered if the one that was still alive after his different tests would maybe make the red head alive, or would both be now shot, and maybe just screwed with, as he could hear the marked one now coming, he knew his day would be fun. He just loved pain, and to put it to another’s body, just made it even better.

Nadya lay there on the cot in her cell, shivering from head to toe, the guard's cum splattered over her body, which was mottled with bruises and spotted with blood. Her eyes were swollen and ached, making it hard to see out of them because of how swollen they were. She hurt from head to toe, and her body trembled ever so slightly as she lay there in the cold, whimpering softly any time she tried to move.

And then the sound of footsteps echoed down the empty halls. Were they back already? Hadn't they done enough, forcing themselves on her? Blood and cum both oozed from both her ass and pussy, signs of their forced entry and the pleasure they took in violating her. She forced her eyes open when the footsteps drew nearer, and soon her mismatched eyes came to rest on the man from the office.

For a moment of baited breath, she expected him to enter and take her as well, but instead he insisted she tell him who hurt her. Confusion ruled over her, but rather than respond, she just lay there like a broken doll, staring at him. He wasn't going to touch her... no point in waisting her energy on yelling or fighting him. As it was, the pain in her shoulder was sapping most of her strength.

He walked away for a moment, and she heard him speaking in harsh German to the two guards at the end of the hall, then jumped at the sound of gun fire in the empty place. Was that what waited her? They'd raped her, and now they were just going to shoot her? Her eyes closed, head swimming as pain continued to course through her, but then he returned and spoke once again. She didn't move when he bid her to, didn't do anything more than stare. What was the point? He wouldn't touch the gypsy filth... She was below him, so she had no reason to fight him as long as he kept his distance.

When he disappeared, she let her eyes close once again, hoping for time alone in silence, her thoughts drifting off to her life before Hitler's rise to power. In her mind's eye, she could hear her mother's laughter, could see the children running around their encampment in the twilight, playing tag. A soft smile curled her lips as she lay there, relaxing.

Her peace was short lived, however, as the cell door swung open and she was hauled to her feet, a cry of pain leaving her lips as the guards unforgiving hands drug her to her feet, then out down the hall and into a room that was cold and.. sterile looking.

She was dragged kicking and struggling to a chair of sorts, the kind that sat high off the floor. Her hands were forced up above her, strapped to the table like back of the "chair" with thick leather cuffs that were painfully tight, their edges rubbing at her delicate skin.

Her legs kicked out at the guards, giving them a hard time getting hold of them, but eventually they had them, and her legs were spread wide, putting her delicate flower of a sex on display as they were draped over arched plastic holders that led down to stirrups where her bare feet would rest. She whimpered, squirming as they strapped her legs to the plastic and her feet to the stirrups, and finally looped a wide leather strap around her middle, holding her securely to the chair, before they moved to their new post at the door, where they could keep an eye on her.

Nadya continued to strain against her bonds, looking around through her blackened eyes with panic building inside of her as she finally found her eyes resting on the man from before. A chill went through her as she looked at him, the pain in her shoulder growing unbearable from the awkward angle it was at. She whimpered and struggled more, glaring at him as best she could through her abused eyes.

Watching the red haired damaged goods get tied, he just spoke to her, “Rotes behaartes Geschlechtspielzeug,” keeping an eye on her seeing if she got the hint, in reality he called her the ‘red haired sex toy’. He watched her, and looked over that creature’s body, she was hurting as he could see, but was not sure just how much pain she could take. As the subject arrived he had them strap her to the table, he was now going to show her just what he does, and what extent he can bring forth.

As he looked at this broken one on the table, she has the temperature that was wanted, but as the other one, she had a thing for talking back and fighting as well. She was to go threw tests today, ones to show just how much heat she can generate. He put on his gloves, and started to feel this woman on the table, she had good tits, but he wanted them bigger. In addition, threw research with some of Heir Furors special Doctors they had come up with drugs to enhance the bust, with just shots, but the needle would have to go directly down the nipple, to the middle of her tit.

“Let’s see what the good doctors at research have given us, liebes. It says here to fill syringe with fluid, then go into the tit, and give you this wonder drug, now I know how you really love needles 3258, so hold on I must give you a shot.” Taking out a very large silver syringe, he put a large needle on it, then taping the fluid down in the bottle; he drew the fluid out and into that syringe. Holding it up, squirting it into the air to get rid of that air, he took it and slowly started to push down right threw the center of her nipple. He watched the red haired one to see what the reaction was from her, as if this worked, she too would be getting it.

The scream she gave as that fluid hit her muscle was one of those that would wake the dead, as the fluid went into her there was a definite growth in her tit, and as the needed pulled out, it leaked some of that fluid as he must have hit her milk ducts. However, one had to match the other, so pulling out more fluid; he went at the other smaller tit now. The growth was admirable, but it would take a few days to set in, and see just what they would be getting, or if it worked at all.

“So, 3652, I got the guard that did that to you, he is now dead. I hope to do tests to you, but this must wait, as I need you to be in good shape as I do tests on you later this week. However, I can see your arm is not in good shape. So maybe we give you this shot as well now, than let you and this other one here room together, we need you both in good shape. And if any of the guards from now on take advantage of you, if I am not around, you make sure to tell me, and I will blow that insolent away, you got me?”

He could not have any problems now, this was to important for the Furor, this would be the turning point if it did work, plenty of those bodies were out there, they just had to be tuned up and made to be the slut heating bags that would save the day. As he played with the test girl on the table, watching her fine tits with a good amount of growth, he just had to dip into this one and see how the other pills were doing. She was wet, and her body was very warm. Talking to the nurse, “I told you I want this ones pussy hair gone, now do it after I get this one her shot, then put them together in the cell behind the guards shack, and watch that one with the shoulder, she will need some attention, we want her in top shape before we start.”

The sight of the fluid made Nadya blanch, and she found herself growing still, her stomach queesy as she watched the needle being pushed down through the other woman's nipple. The sight made her stomach churn, threatening that if there were any food in her gut, she'd soon loose it. A soft whimper left her as the other woman screamed, the sound drowning out Nadya's own soft one.

She was tired, she felt ill, and she was trapped here with this madman... Still though, she forced herself to stay awake and except for the lack of color in her face suddenly, one would not be able to tell if the demonstration had an effect on her or not. As she sat there, she watched him inject both of the other woman's breasts, staying still and for the most part quiet.

It wasn't until he spoke about giving her a shot that she started moving again, struggling against her bonds, anger and fear both in her eyes as she looked up at him, trying to get free. "Gehen Sie zur Hölle!" she spat in German, watching as he drew near.

The more she moved, the more her shoulder hurt, but she'd be damned if she'd let him put that thing in her breast without a fight. Besides, her breasts didn't need to be any bigger! They were almost too big as it was, and were more than enough for most men to handle, she'd been told... not that anyone before the guards had ever had the pleasure of touching her in such a manner.

((OOC: Translation: Go to hell!"))

Hans just looked at her, and talking the way she did, she was use to the language, “So you wish to call me names now, I should put this in your tits, but you do have a good pair of hangers now. But maybe just a bit bigger, or better yet, nurse, give her a shot to activate her milk glands, and let her start milking, those men at the front line will love having fresh milk in there coffee in the morning.” Hans just welled up a good ward of spit, than looking at her as she spit at him he made his mark on her, then with just the amount of intensity, spit right in her face.

He watched the nurse draw out the medication, than walking over to her swabbed her cheek of her ass, and gave her a good-sized dose. He just walked around the room looking at his handy work on the table, and the other sitting in the chair, “Yes Hans, these will be fine specimens, and if she does start to milk, it will be even better,” his mind was clear now. It was going to work, if not he would have a couple of milkmaids that he could sell to some of the higher ups that liked this kind of kink.

Walking back to the one on the table, taking a couple of probes he attached them to her, and looked at his readings, she was still at a high core temperature, even in this cold room, she was giving heat, “Now if I started to stimulate her, I wonder what I would get then.” Fingers slipped into that girl, and started to move around, she was still in pain from what he had done to her, but it now grew to a semi loud groan, she was getting stimulated as he move his fingers in and out of her pussy. Moving them and expanding her, he got three of his fingers into her pussy.

“Well my dear, you seem to be getting quite hot now, look at that just at the touch of my fingers your core temperature came up quite a bit. Best part is your not fighting my fingers now, isn’t’ that better than being battered, and those nipple clamps put to your pussy lips. Now cum for your Hans, let him see how your doing better at this, and warm you up better.” He could hear her now starting to moan quite a bit, she was like the other, just as wild, but with her hair being cut off, she lost that fight, and with days of torture to the extent that Hans could give, she broke real fast.

As the woman orgasmed, a glow of her body on that table let loose, she was heated and ready to warm, “Yes my dear, you did warm up, now I am going to give you a room mate. I want you two to become friends, and maybe warm each other up, you will love this one, with her two eyes different.” Hans knew those two might help each other, he needed ones that were in the best of shape, but with his control on them, and there fight to stay alive, he might have a good combo there. In addition, with others from other camps, he would have the perfect group of warmers.

Nadya's eyes would have gone wide had the swelling allowed for it, when he said something about giving her a drug to activate her milk glands. He didn't honestly mean to have her breasts start producing milk... did he? She watched as the nurse made her way over with a needle, and after the cold swab moved over her soft skin, she let out a loud whimper of pain as she was poked with the needle and it was pushed into her bottom a good way before there was the pressure of something being released inside of her.

She let out another whimper, this one softer, as the needle was removed. Her body was trembling, and the spit he had placed on her face slid down her cheek to her breasts, only further degrading her. She let out a cry of anger, pulling at the bonds hard, only to scream in pain as wave after wave of intense pain shot through her from her shoulder.

What had she done to deserve this? Why was it so bad that she was not fully German? And who were these people to proclaim themselves God over all others, to conquer and rape and torture the way they did? She grit her teeth against the pain, fighting still, squirming hard and making the odd chair shake, though she really was making no dent in getting free.

"Let me go!" she cried, and when he talked about her and the other woman making each other warm, she shuddered at the thought. There was no way she'd let that weakling touch her the way he seemed to want her to. She'd never allow another person to put their hands on her the way those guards had.

Perhaps though, the woman could prove useful in helping her form a plan to get out of this hell on earth... She'd have to see just how broken she was. Nadya's body ached, true, but she was not about to give up. Not yet.

Her cries were just part of his plan, he wandered over to where that red headed sprit was sitting, and just walking behind her, he looked over her body. Lightly touching her skin, he noticed how soft her skin was, and what a nice ass this one had, “Well slave, you sure have a wonderful warm body there, and such a fine ass,” he just let her know of his approval of her body to him even in the chair that she was sitting in he could see it.

Taking his hand he just moved around to her front, taking a heft of her tit into his hand, he grabbed her nipple and twisted a bit, she did move violently at that. But as she spoke many a word, he just ignored her, he wanted to see just how much heat this one could develop. With a bit of movement he went to her pussy, feeling how her outer lips had unfolded, or maybe she did get a bit turned on with the viewing of his other captor.

“Well you do show signs of arousal, did you enjoy that fingering I gave the other one, you know she was like you before she came here, so expressive, so angry, so spirited, but we broke her, just like we will break you." She tred to bite at him, just got a heavy finger pushed into her broken pussy, and taking his thumb he rolled it on her clit, dragging his nail over it, and with his other hand on her tit, he twisted her nipple hard at the same time.

“Maybe you are a sexual person, I see your body giving you up, you have no need to hide it, we all like sex, but in the next few months you will want sex more often. You will be a sexual blanket for some one on the lines, and will produce a lot of it for those men, you will want sex, you will crave it, and with your body the way it is, you can not refuse it.” Fingers now digging in her pussy, and rolling her clit, nipples being tortured, he just snickered at her futile attempts to get free and do harm to him.

“Nurse, make sure to give her the booster shots, we need her libido speeded up, and we will want a special insert put in this one, make it large, to get her pussy expanded, we don’t want anyone not being able to get into her. We might even send her up to some private club for other higher ups, and let her be a private slut. Make sure to put her on the suction device for at lest fifteen minutes a day, just to get her tits use to it, and help those large mammals get ready for milk production.”

Removing his fingers from her, he started to chuckle at her attempts to free herself, “You will not get out of that chair, so why fight it, you are just harming your shoulder.” With that, he pressed on that spot, and watched her wince. “You see dear, I have medical training, and I can see that shoulder is in deep need of attention. I am not the heartless one that will take advantage of your condition, but I know how to give you more pain than you ever know. Now sit there and I will look at that shoulder.” Taking his time, he checked out her pain, and with a bit of a shot he gave her in it, took some of it away, “Release her arm, and let her wash up in the tub over there. Then put her and the other one in that special cell, do not touch her, or I will put a bullet in your head.” He knew the guards now know of his pressure from this experiment and knew there was no more free pussy.

She cried out as he pinched her already sore nipple, still throbbing from the rough treatment the guards had given her prior to all of this. A string of romani curses flew from her pull lips, and she fought harder against her bonds as he pinched and twisted it, torturing the little nub of skin.

His hand moved down to her exposed sex, and she whimpered. Just the touch of his fingers to her outer lips hurt after what the guards had done to her. She spat at him, flinging curses at him left and right, calling him everything she could think of, still fighting against her bonds, trying to ignore the pain in her shoulder. And the only answer she got to her struggles was one hand dipping into her abused pussy.

She cried out loudly, body bucking against her bonds, pain shooting through her as she was once again penetrated, violated. "No! No, stop!" she cried, whimpering, her thighs quivering as they strained against the straps that held her into place. And then he removed his hand from her sex, leaving her to lay there in the chair, exhausted, staring up at him through swollen, but still defiant eyes.

He'd talked about all the things he wanted the nurse to do to her... give her more shots, to heighten her libido... The thought made her shudder. Could they really do that? Give her shots that would force her body to betray her? She shook her head at the thought, trying to ignore it. It wasn't possible, she told herself. He couldn't possibly be able to do something like that.

Then he turned back to her, talking about her shoulder. She whimpered, only to have him press against it, doing something odd with the joint before a loud pop sounded through the room and some of the pain subsided. She could move it again, she could tell, but it was still sore. It probably would be for a while... but at least it worked once more.

When he left the room, the nurse moved back over to her with a tray laid out with a series of needles. She swabbed Nadya's thighs, giving her one shot in either one, before she nodded to the guards, who moved over to release her from her bonds. As soon as she was free, she pushed off the chair and stumbled away from them, keeping them in her sights but not allowing them to touch her. "Stay away from me, you filthy bastards," she told them, pointing a trembling finger at them.

She was tired... so tired... but he'd said something about letting her wash. The guards herded her over toward a tub in the corner of the room, which the nurse had filled with steamy water, a bar of coarse soap next to it. Without waiting for them to "help" her, Nadya climbed in and waisted no time in beginning to scrub her sore body.

She could still feel the guard's hands, mouths, cocks all over her. She felt dirty. It had to come off... it had to. She scrubbed hard at her skin, turning it pink with the friction, even soaping her full head of red hair. She wasn't gentle with a single area of her body, not even her tender sex, which was still swollen and sore from the pounding they'd given it. She had to get them off of her... she had to!

When it seemed that she wasn't going to stop scrubbing herself and that she was clean, the nurse moved over and watched her. "Stop her before she hurts herself," she ordered the guards, who seized the little gypsy woman's arms, pulling her now red, raw skinned body from the water as she screamed and fought against them.

They dragged her out of the lab and down a couple long hallways to a cell that was, in truth, only slightly more comfortable than the first one. This one had only one cot, but it was wider than the last, big enough for two people to lay on. Two bowls and cups were in one corner, and a bucket to relieve themselves in was in another corner. They tossed her in on the cot, and one threw a thin, measly blanket over her shivering, still wet body.

Curling into a ball, she let out soft sobs, pulling the blanket around her trembling body, her skin slowly going back to it's creamy white color in most places that were not marred with bruises and cuts.

As he, finished working on the other one, he told the guards to put this and the other one in the same cell, these two were off limits now, and hoped that they would do each other in a good way. Knowing how some of those women were both for men and for woman, he hoped that these two would get together, and with both of them on the regiment of a more powerful libido, they might have to satisfy themselves.

He went to the guard station, and opened the peep hole, to watch those two, to see how they would react to one another, not seeing much he just told those guards, “You so much as sneeze at one of these two, I will take care of you, and you will be at the front line in Russia.” This was important, and he needed these two to be sexually erotic at all times, he would be starting to run there training, with some other drugs, he would make them watch sex films, with there eyes held open, and making them want that, to be those hot sexual women. If it works, Heir Furor would commend him for getting those men at the front line reason to be in good moods, and will fight for the farther land.

He knew there were others, like these two, but he did not want any with out tits, and there bodies would have to be in fine shape or they just would not survive themselves, as he put transmittals out to all camps. That they must forward all woman with what he wanted to them immediately or they would suffer there losses, it would take time to train these women to do this, and time was in short supply.

As he talked to the nurse, he told her of what she should be giving them each day, were the first girl was here for a couple of weeks, she already had hormones going threw her, and would probably start to turn into that erotic woman very soon. “We can not fail now, we must keep up this work for the Furor, make sure that 3652 has those hormones once a day, and make sure she is expressed on the vacuum machine at lest once a day. so those tits of hers start to give milk, then we will keep her going threw out the time she is here, nothing better than mother’s milk for the tired and week men at the front line.”

He knew she was going to be a handful to get to cooperate with them, but if he did it right, and with little or no harm to her, he would be diving into her pleasures once she was this hot red head. However, for now he only would watch, and want to see her give milk, and see how erotic she would get with all those hours of films that he had in store for both of them to watch. She would be clawing at the other girl, just to get some satisfaction and a good cum, and with the heat they would generate, they would then be able to help keep those men warm.

A soft sob left her as she sat there, clutching the threadbare blanket around her. The cell door opened, and the other woman was tossed into the room, trembling and smelling strongly of what they'd been doing to her. The smell made Nadya's stomach churn as she huddled into her blanket, moving to the corner, away from the cot in the middle of the room.

Dropping to a sitting position, she just let out a soft whimper, hugging her knees to her chest and curled against the wall. While Hans was watching, the other woman made her way in, laying herself on the cot, her eyes staring over at Nadya, who just looked away.

For a long while, the other woman just lay there, and Nadya huddled in her corner, her head resting against the wall. It would be a long time before she'd move again, this time curling up on the floor, leaving the other woman to have the cot to herself. She wasn't interested in anything the woman had to say or do, though honestly, her companion just lay there, legs spread, running her fingers over her engorged clit, flickering it back and forth, whimpering and moaning.

A few times, the woman would stare over at her, as if beckoning her, but Nadya would just look away, a disgusted look on her battered face.

When morning came, Nadya would find she'd fallen asleep on the floor, huddled in her blanket. As she moved, her entire body ached from the beating the guard's had given her. But more tender than anything, were her breasts. The skin on them felt tighter than normal, and they tingled. As she moved, pinpricks of pain would shoot through her.

A soft whimper left her as she sat up, leaning against the wall. This must be how pregnant women feel when their bodies are preparing to make milk for the child... she thought, recalling how some women in her mother's tribe had complained of their breasts being sore months before the child was due.

As more women started to enter the cells that were on the other side of these two, he watched off and on all night, how one was constantly horney, and the redhead was just huddled in the corner of the cell. This was not going to do, but he knew it would take time for these two to get together. He did have a year to prove this theory, but soon he had to have some results, or he himself would be having a bullet to the brain.

Morning showing its color, he knew it was time to take a few looks at the new test cases, to see if any were of that stature, or just common ones. With the guards standing as he inspected many of them, he would mark them on the forehead with a X and the others were then put into dual cells, the ones with the X just were for the guards to do what they would, and then return, or burry what was left.

When Hans went in to check in on the nurse, and inform her that there was another four girls in there, and to start on there shots right away, he could see the red head there in the chair, with two guards standing at each side. The nurse had attached the nipple cups on her, and had a vacuum running at a low pace, just to get her nipples to get use to the suction and to get her express faster. “I see the nurse in giving you what you need first off this morning, by the way 3652, what is your name, maybe it’s a bit more personal, but calling your name is better then a number, don’t you agree?”

He had to get this wild woman under control, and with different kinds of things he would try in the next few days might just do it, but if not she would be whipped. In addition, things would have to be done to her to make it a point, and to break her sprit for her to submit to him and the fatherland. “Nurse, make sure to get her clips for her eyes, and I think we will have to restrain her head a bit, so she will not be able to look away once the films start. So make sure the eye clips are clean, and ready to go, I want that started soon, and make sure to give her shots for the movies.”

As Hans grabbed some instruments, he headed off to the new arrivals, as he went by the red head once again spat at him, but did not seem to mind the nurse attending her. Hans just looked, and welled up one very nasty spit with one quick fast motion he again made it for her face, “You will understand 3652, that the more you do that to me, the more I do it towards you. This is not going to win anything, but maybe a few nights with a massive stretcher put into your pussy, then left there to expand your tight hole. You will be dominated my dear, and do not think I am playing around, I like your sprit, but you will sooner or later know that I do not fuck around, you will be taken by me once you pass my tests, so just remember that, and I will not be nice to you.”

Leaving the lab, he wanted to slap the shit out of her, but he needed her body in good shape, he would have his way with her one of these days, and hoped it would be better than just a hitting spree, or her being hog-tied and fighting all the way. As he checked out some of the other women that were brought, he had that red head in his mind, and hoped to have fresh milk soon, just to make the coffee taste better