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firm. Like those toothpicks, for example. Or the nail file. Or, again, the manicure tweezers. He made another sign to both men, and the Nazi privates eagerly approached the table where blindfolded, naked Helga Nordheim lay, shuddering violently, trying to stiffen her muscles in what was assuredly a useless effort.
    Each man placed both hands on one of the violently striped bottomglobes and, at the same moment, jerked it towards him, thus gaping the anal furrow and exposing the plump, pink lips of Helga Nordheim's hitherto unprofaned asshole.

    “NOOOOO!!! Oh God, don't do that! Oh please, you're hurting me so, you're tearing me there! Nein, nein, im Gottes Willen, im Seiner Namen! Don't hurt me, don't hurt me there!” Her shriek was high-pitched, desperate in its groveling terror. She had twisted her face to the left, sightless though she was, toward her tormentors.
    “Gently, dear Helga,” the Gestapo officer purred, as he moved over to the right-hand side of the table, pulled open the little drawer and stared at its contents. He pursed his lips and scratched his chin reflectively with his forefinger as he considered. Then he reached for the box of sharp-pointed toothpicks and the bone darning needle. Opening the box of toothpicks, he chose two, griping them between thumb and median and right forefinger. Then he lowered his right hand till the sharp points touched the sole of Helga Nordheim's right foot. Instantly her toes clawed the air, and she tried to jerk herself in her bonds with a shrill scream.
    “But, my dear Helga, we haven't even begun,” he chuckled. “I just want to see whether your faculties are as keen as ever. Now just Me still and rest yourself, my dear.”
    The two men grinned at each other. Yes indeed, Herr Oberst Mueller was in fine fettle! There was no officer they would rather work for. The rewards were endless and always pleasing. By now, each of them was finding it difficult to conceal the fact that his prick was swollen to gigantic and agonizing size. Now with another officer, one who went by the book, they would be given a scathing lecture. But not from the Herr Oberst, a man among men, even if he was a high-ranking officer. And he understood a man's needs and a man's desires. Their fingers dug into the buttocks of the sobbing woman and they continued to gape them apart, disclosing that most secretive fissure of her entire body, And this in itself was not only a shameful but a very painful ordeal for the helpless blonde young matron to endure.
    Very lingeringly, the Gestapo officer began to prod the naked woman's right calf with the two sharp toothpicks. Her spasmodic quiverings and jerkings, the way the blood seemed to rush immediately to the pricked spots along her white flesh, made his own prick ache with ferocious tumescence. Nor did he particularly care that his associates, of far inferior rank, saw this phenomenon. Within the four walls of this interrogation chamber, they were all working for the glory of the Third Reich, and rank didn't really matter. It was really more enjoyable this way, when dealing with one of these verdammte traitresses.
    By now the two toothpicks had ascended to the sensitive hollow of Helga Nordheim's right knee, as he continued to prick the flesh in a continually ascending pattern. Soft, deft touches, which did little more than exacerbate the young woman's nerves, yet cumulatively not only augmented the horrifying suspense but also continued to strike at her already attenuated resistance. Whimpering little gasps, incoherent sobs and babbled words began to emerge from her, but not the words he wanted. That was fine, but he didn't want the bitch breaking down too quickly, because then it would spoil everything. He wanted to have her bathed in sweat, her heart and pulses pounding so frantically it seemed as if she were on the verge of a stroke. Then she wouldn't be mistress of herself any longer, and then, when he and the “boys” fucked or buggered her, or made