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that's possible. Maybe she uses her mouth. Do you know what I mean? I wouldn't want for the world to offend you, not a woman of your delicate susceptibilities, my dear Helga.”
    He was grinning as he spoke, his voice a soft, insinuating evil, and Helga Nordheim groaned and shuddered violently as the overtones of that speech crept into her conscious brain. But as he had suspected, the very audacity and vulgarity of his words began to prompt dubious misgivings and terrified reactions in the captive. Yes, yes, it was true... maybe a little of it, anyway. Kurt had been distracted lately, and one that little slut Kathy had actually dared to come up to their place and ask for him. There was something about a meeting for special study, she'd said. Oh God, why couldn't she remember everything now? She couldn't stand pain, she didn't want to be hurt, and the whipping had hurt her so dreadfully already. And now those horrible brutes were opening her—opening her 6-6- bottom and the pain was unbearable by now.
    “You see, you're beginning to think about it,” he congratulated her. Now he began to prod her left calf with the two toothpicks, even more lightly than he had done with the other toothpick. “And you see, also, if he would desert you for that little immature bitch, he's not a man you ought to give your life to defend, my dear Helga. It really isn't worth it. There are so many other appreciative men in the Third Reich who could do justice to that lovely body of yours. Myself, for instance. Under happier circumstances, if I were simply Friedrich Mueller and you just Helga, we could have a little dish of sauerbraten and a stein of beer in some bierstube down on Linzer Strassze right now. And then you'd invite me over to your place, and you'd swoon in my arms, and I'd be kissing and caressing you—not doing what I'm doing now. It really pains me to hurt such fine white skin, my dear Helga.”
    This time he jabbed her left knee-hollow vigorously, and the naked woman started up from her bench with a cry of pain, the muscles of her bottom making frantic efforts to clench, despite the lewd and unyielding grip of those degrading fingers which forced her to show that spot of animal functions which was most detestable in her voluptuous body.
    “Still stubborn, hein?” he now pursued after a pause. “Well, don't say I didn't warn you. A little later, even when you do tell the truth, I may not be so merciful. You're wasting a great deal of time, you know. But it's my duty, you understand. No hard feelings, my dear Helga.”
    He nodded, his lips curved in a rictus of enjoyment. Privates Murtens and Strobel fairly dug their fingernails into the shuddering bottomglobes of the sobbing victim, tugging them apart to their maximum, till it seemed the tissue of the perineum would rip apart at any moment. And then Herr Oberst Mueller leaned forward, closed his right hand over that plump, twitching asshole, and dug the sharp points of the two toothpicks into one of the lips with all his might.
    “EEEYYAAAAARRRRRHHHHREEEEEWWWOUOU!!!!! NICHT MEHR! I can't bear it. OH GOD, THE PAIN, THE PAIN! HAVE MERCY ON ME, HERR OBERST!! NOT THERE, I CAN'T TELL YOU ANYTHING MORE—I SWEAR IT ON THE BIBLE ITSELF —OH, YOU JUST HAVE TO BELIEVE ME, HERR ORBEST!”
    As Helga shrieked out her desperate plea, her body arched and jerked in the grip of fitful convulsions. Both Strobel and Murtens were surprised at the furious agility of her behind, for in spite of their strongest grip of those luscious rotundities, she very nearly managed to clench the cheeks together again.
    “No?” Again his voice was pleasant, almost confidential. “What a pity! I'm going to have to hurt you a little now, not too much, but then, don't forget you're bringing this on yourself. I have an obligation to my Fuhrer, and if you're stupid enough to try to hamper me in serving him, then you're just going to have to take the consequences, I'm very much afraid, my dear Helga.”
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