Anna shivered as she felt the drop of cold rainwater on the back of her neck trickle slowly down between her shoulder blades. She twisted her arm up behind her to rub her sodden coat and stop the trickle at the small of her back. She looked out into the dark sky with its scudding clouds and tried to make out constellations of stars between them. After just a few seconds she gave up, finding it almost impossible to see a single sparkle in the night sky.

Anna looked to her left at her companion sat just a foot from her. He was shivering and looked back at her with a watery smile. He put his hand on her left thigh and squeezed slightly, almost affectionately. At the same time he moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, ‘Anna, do you mind if we snuggle up a bit, just to keep ourselves warm until the plane comes.’

Anna firmly grasped his wandering hand and placed it back on his own thigh and snapped back, ‘Shut up for fuck’s sake, and keep your hands to yourself. It’s mild tonight and the plane will be here soon, until then keep quiet. Voices travel a long way at night.’

Turning slightly away from him, Anna thought more about the man sat next to her under the tall hedge in this field miles from anywhere. She liked men and enjoyed sex, but had found this guy utterly repulsive since they first met just a few hours ago. She had long ago stopped counting the number of British airmen she had guided to this field, but he had been one of the worst. Most were hungry, tired and frightened having evaded capture and found their way into the hands of the Resistance Lifeline network. That made them vulnerable and dependant on Anna, and many had found themselves enchanted by her calmness, resolve and willingness to help them escape back to Britain – as well as her obvious charms as a slim, sexy and intelligent young woman. Many had expressed their undying love for Anna before running across the field to jump into the plane, and Anna had been happy to return some quite passionate farewell kisses from grateful airmen.

This guy though had been a moaner from the start – annoyed at being kept waiting at the rendezvous point, insisting on eating Anna’s rations as well as his own, questioning her ability to keep him safe and grumbling repeatedly during the long and arduous cycle ride to this field where they now waited. Even here, he had continued vexing Anna over the lack of shelter and the need to wait in silence. And now he was trying to seduce her! ‘No chance!’ she said to herself. The odour of his body, that musty smell from many days on the run without a wash, and then dried sweat from the strenuous cycling, had mixed with the stink of his rain sodden outer clothing to pervade her nostrils again. She wrinkled her pretty little button nose and edged a little further away from him. Hunching her shoulders, Anna tried to think of more pleasant times.

Chapter 2 – Special Services

Turning the clock back just a few days, Anna smiled secretly as she remembered. It had been just another pick-up; Anna had received her instructions just like normal, and had gone to the disused shepherd’s hut at the usual time on her trusty bicycle. Being the middle of winter it was pitch dark, with a biting cold wind. Anna stopped her cycle at the top of the hill overlooking the hut and sat watching for 15 minutes to make sure the rendezvous was safe. She knew the airman awaiting her arrival would have been left there some hours before by other Lifeline members and would be alone in the hut, tired and hungry surely, but also probably lonely and scared half to death.

Having looked intently down on the hut and the surrounding fields and seen no sign of life, Anna remounted her cycle and pedaled confidently towards the small building, the bitter wind stinging her eyes. She dismounted and pushed her cycle to the door before turning the handle and stepping through the doorway into the dark room within. Anna looked around the single square room but could see no one huddled waiting in the dark. She stepped towards the center of the room and opened her mouth to whisper if anyone was there, when Anna suddenly felt a strong hand across her face and found her left arm fiercely forced upwards behind her back. She let go of the cycle, which clattered loudly to the floor and struggled to free herself, but she was very firmly in the grip of this unknown assailant.

‘Scream and you die – who are you?’ came a deep but quiet voice from the mouth now pressing against her ear. The hand released from over her face.

‘I'm Anna,’ she gasped. ‘Please let me go.’

Immediately Anna found herself released from the vice-like grip. She moved a pace away and then turned to face her assailant, still unsure if she should fight or flee. Her bright green eyes blazed defiance in the dark room as she rubbed her sore shoulder, and wiped the tears from her stinging eyes. ‘Shit,’ she thought, ‘I hope he doesn't think I've been crying – damn wind.’

The man picked up Anna’s bike and placed it carefully against the wall, without taking his eyes from Anna. She noted his powerful physique, his confident and calculated movements and Anna realized this was no ordinary frightened British airman desperately fleeing from a hostile country.

‘I'm sorry Anna,’ eventually he said calmly and quietly, looking her directly in her sparkling green eyes, ‘I had to be sure who you were.’

The unexpected apology assuaged Anna’s anger almost instantaneously. She also noticed for the first time his North of England accent, very similar to her own. She composed herself quickly and replied. ‘I normally find them huddled in a corner, frightened to death of their own shadow. I'm not used to being mugged. Who the fuck are you?’

‘It’s better if you don't know. Just call me John.’ He held out his hand and Anna offered hers in return, marveling at his gentle touch now, but fully aware of the destructive potential of his iron grip.

‘Special forces?’ she asked, rhetorically.

‘Do you have any idea what they'll do to you if they catch you with me?’

Anna returned his eye contact defiantly.

‘They'll destroy your body and try to destroy your spirit too, to find out about me.’

‘Best not tell me anything then,’ Anna replied haughtily. ‘But they'll never catch me, I'm too good.’

John smiled, and Anna could just about make out his white teeth in the darkness, though she could still not distinguish his features.

‘We have a couple of hours to wait here, then we have to cycle about ten miles to the field where the plane will land for you. Do you think you can do that?’ Anna asked cheekily.

‘I'll give it a go,’ came the cool reply.

‘Hungry?’ asked Anna as she walked over to the cycle and retrieved a bag from the basket on the handlebars.

‘What have you got?’

Anna held up two filled baguettes. ‘I hope you like French cheese’.

John took one of the baguettes and bit off a huge chunk. ‘Anything to drink?’ he asked.

‘Sorry, no champagne,’ replied Anna, handing him a bottle of water.

‘I think I could enjoy sharing a bottle of French champagne with you,’ he said deliberately, as Anna moved closer.

She felt his strong masculine presence close to her as he took the bottle of water and she felt herself blushing furiously. She turned away, hoping he hadn't noticed.

John then sat down on the floor in a corner of the hut, there being no furniture at all in the old building, and took another bite of his baguette.

Anna paced about and drank some water to cool herself down. There was something about this guy that was really turning her on. He was so calm, so assured, and so physically strong. Such a contrast to the shriveling, scared airmen she had previously guided to safety. Even though some of them had been bright, intelligent and quite good looking, this guy was in a different league. She felt that with this guy she was indestructible – he made her feel so safe, even in this terribly dangerous situation. Anna knew that she wanted to snuggle up to his broad chest, to feel his strong arms encircle her, to protect her from all the evil wishing to harm her. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, kissing her, loving her.

Anna knew she was pretty and desired by many men, and she had enjoyed a varied sex life with a number of very willing partners, but since the war started she had been forced to be more discerning. Many of her French boyfriends had gone to battle and had been killed or were missing. She would not bed a German occupier – she left the seduction of Nazi officers to others in the Resistance - and had instead assembled a small collection of interesting sex toys with which she would pleasure herself in her cozy bed of an evening. It had thus been a while since she had used her charms on a living, breathing man, and she felt herself in an unexpected crisis of confidence – what if he didn't fancy her, what if he found her advances inappropriate in this life or death situation? But she wanted to so very much!

Having paced three circuits of the small hut, Anna stopped and looked over at John. He had a mouth full of cheese baguette but his eyes were following her every move. She thought she saw a smirk on his face. Anna started to move towards him, her lust overwhelming her fear of rejection. Suddenly John put his finger to his lips and sprang to his feet. In a fraction of a second he was through the door into the dark night outside. Anna was scared. She moved to the wall of the hut, behind the door and held her breath. ‘Oh shit,’ she thought. ‘I've been so preoccupied that I've forgotten the first rule of survival – keep alert at all times. Now our hideaway has been discovered and both of our lives are in danger.’

After what seemed an age to Anna the door opened and her heart skipped a beat. A shadow entered, and Anna prepared to attack it with all the strength her petite frame could muster.

‘Anna?’ the shadow whispered and she stopped short, breathing hard. ‘Oh, thank God it’s you,’ she gasped, and put her arms around him in a hugging embrace.

‘It’s OK. I heard a sound, but it was only a fox. I let it go.’ John returned Anna’s hug, squeezing her in a powerful, yet gentle grip.

Anna looked up at John and stroked his cheek with her hand. She was his now, and they both knew it. John bent his head to kiss her offered lips and she drank in his strength like nectar.

Eventually Anna pried herself from his grip and undid the belt of her full-length coat. She soon slipped it off and grabbed the neck of her woolly pullover – how silly she felt in all these unflattering winter clothes. The pullover caught on the hair-clips keeping her black beret in place and Anna struggled impatiently until the beret fell clear and her pullover followed her coat to the floor of the hut. She looked at him with lust-filled eyes and giggled girlishly before turning round in a silent request for John to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. His strong fingers made short work of this task, and he soon found his hands roving on Anna’s smooth, bare back and then reaching round to gently squeeze her firm breasts and tease her nipples between thumb and finger. Her buds grew rock hard as Anna moaned her appreciation before pulling her dress down over her hips as John affectionately kissed her slender neck.

Anna turned round again and slipped her thumbs in the sides of her knickers and pulled them down too, leaving her wearing just socks and boots. John contemplated her long dark hair, now disheveled a little from her fight with her beret. He regarded her delicately featured face, with those bright green eyes and proud cheekbones, and even in the darkness he could make out the girlish freckles decorating her, particularly on her forehead and nose, and spilling down her flushed face and across her shoulders and chest. He studied her pert breasts, not very large, but nicely shaped with darker nipples standing to attention in the chilly night air. He roved his eyes over her taught slim waist and slinky, well muscled legs before staring at the neat, dark thatch that hid her most womanly charms. He licked his lips.

‘Oi!’ moaned Anna breathily. ‘Let’s see what you've got then.’

Anna sank gracefully to her knees on the hard, dirty, stone floor of the hut and began unbuttoning. Finished, she fought the buckle of his belt and then pulled his trousers down over his huge thighs as he stood smiling down at her. Finally, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust she pulled down his rather soiled underpants and then gasped as his cock sprang free. ‘Cor blimey,’ she thought, ‘none of my boyfriends were ever built like THIS!’

In a moment Anna had grabbed his cock in both hands and was rubbing her thumbs hard up the underside of his shaft. John moaned his pleasure softly as his cock grew to almost instantaneous hardness. He grabbed the back of Anna’s head and prepared for the best blowjob of his life.

‘Oh no!’ hissed Anna as she wrestled her head free from his grasp and stood up to face John. ‘I don't do that. Sit down there. I want to feel you inside me. This has got to be good for me too, you know.’

‘You really are something else,’ John chuckled, stroking her cheek affectionately. ‘I can see there’s no arguing with you.’

He sat down as instructed and welcomed Anna’s naked body onto his lap. They kissed passionately as Anna navigated her ready pussy over his rampant cock. She held off a little, allowing his cock to slide along her slit a few times, adding to her arousal. His hands explored further the smooth skin of her perky breasts with their prominent, hard nipples. When she was quite ready, Anna very slowly lowered herself down, impaling herself on his long, thick, throbbing member until his balls were squashed by her descending butt cheeks. Anna groaned, quite loudly, as she felt his hard, thick member filling her with a deeper penetration than she had ever known. John smiled in ecstasy as he felt her warm, responsive love channel gripping him tightly.

Anna rode his cock like a well-trained jockey; her initially slow rhythm excited John deliciously as she rocked up and down like she was riding on a fairground roundabout. Gradually she quickened her pace, using her strong thighs to raise her butt until she could feel John’s cock almost, but not quite, slithering out of her sex. Her face glowed red with her arousal and exertion, her moans coming quicker and louder. As she rode to a fevered frenzy in the home straight, John squeezed her beautiful, out-thrust breasts with his huge, muscular hands, kneading her firm flesh almost painfully hard. He sucked on her left nipple, his tongue swirling around the turgid bud, his teeth just gently scraping its surface. As they both sought the perfect climax, John thrust strongly upwards in unison, and finally came, spurting a huge load inside Anna, just as she reached her own breathless orgasm. It was perfect.

Anna dismounted, her naked body aglow in the wondrous aftermath of their passion. She knelt next to him, ignoring the moisture that tickled as it trickled from her sex and down her thigh. ‘There you go,’ she whispered almost breathlessly. ‘That was much better than some tuppenny ha’penny blow job, wasn't it?’ ‘You're some girl, Anna,’ came his reply. ‘Just make sure you keep those nasty Nazis away from that sexy little body of yours, for God’s sake.’

Ignoring the return to harsh reality, Anna took a packet from her coat pocket and offered a cigarette, taking one for herself also. Lighting both, she asked, ‘Where are you from then, John? That sounds like a Manc accent to me.’

‘I told you, the less you know, the better. Tell me about you. How did a pretty, little Lancashire lass like you end up here in occupied France shagging the fuck out of fleeing Allied airmen?’

‘Hey, I don't shag them all,’ Anna replied indignantly, punching him hard on the arm, and then wincing at his unyielding muscles. ‘In fact, you're the only one – so far. If it’s like this maybe I should do it more often.’ She inhaled, allowing the smoke from her cigarette to fill her lungs before exhaling a series of perfect smoke rings like a proud schoolgirl. ‘Oh, and enough of the little – my tits aren't that small. You certainly enjoyed mauling ‘em, didn't you?’ She arched her back, thrusting her bare chest provocatively in his face, and fingered her boobs, pointing out the dirty finger marks as she took another deep drag from her cigarette.

‘I'm from Rochdale.’

‘Rochdale, eh? Home to the Hornets, Gracie Fields…. and you sweet little Anna.’

‘I've never been to see the rugby but I'm going to name my first child Gracie, as long as it’s a girl. I studied modern languages at college and moved to France to further my studies. That was so much fun that I didn't really take a lot of notice of what was going on in the world. Then the Germans invaded and I got caught out. I probably could have made it back to England, but decided to stay in France. I moved to the countryside, and when we got occupied I got myself some false papers to cover up my English origins. My French is good enough to blend in with the locals, and I try and keep out of the way of the Germans. When I do bump into them, I smile and gabble away in French. I'm sure they haven't got a clue what I'm saying, but none of the ones I've met have ever done me any harm. Most are quite friendly really, and some even try and chat me up, but I don't let on that I can understand German. I live in a little farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, with an elderly farmer and his wife. Nobody bothers us out there.’

‘The guy who got me the false papers set up a meeting with the Lifeline people and they started me on this. I go to the bakery in the village every two days for fresh bread, and the girl there tells me when the next job is. I cycle here, meet the airman and take them to the field. Once the plane lands, the airman jumps on and I cycle home. Simple as that. I've done dozens of missions now over the past four months and never even seen a German.’

‘You must be really careful, Anna,’ said John, suddenly very serious again. ‘The Germans will be on high alert looking for me, and one day they'll discover where the plane lands and try and catch you. What escape plans do you have?’

‘Nothing,’ said Anna thoughtfully, taking another drag of her cigarette and inhaling deeply. ‘I've never really met any of the other Lifeline folk. When we did talk they stayed in the shadows. We met here, so I would know this rendezvous location, and one of them took me to the field, but he kept a hood over his head. They never gave me any ideas about what to do in an ambush. I guess they think I know so little about them that I can't tell the Germans anything useful if I do get caught. Oh, they later gave me a gun, which I've hidden at the field, but I don't know how to use it. I'm not sure I'd want to shoot anyone, anyway. No German’s ever done me any harm. Sure, we're at war, and I don't like France being occupied, or the threat of them invading England, and I'll fight them by helping Allied airmen, but it’s nothing personal as far as I'm concerned.’

John reached over and grasped Anna’s slim, naked shoulders in his hands. Even in the darkness Anna could detect the genuine concern of her lover. ‘Anna, this is really serious. You must not get caught. If you are, the Germans will torture you ruthlessly. They will hurt you really badly and destroy your beauty. They will carry on whether you know anything of value or not. When they can get no more information from you, because your mind can accept no more pain, then they will kill you. They will show you no mercy just because you didn't want to shoot them. You must have an escape plan if you are discovered, and you must be prepared to shoot your way out of trouble if need be. When we get to the field I'll have a look at this gun and show you how to use it. Then I'll work out a way of escaping if one day the Germans find you there. OK?’

‘OK, thanks,’ replied Anna meekly. John’s words and concern had frightened her. Maybe she hadn't given sufficient thought to the dangers of getting caught, and the dire consequences. She'd always known that she would be considered a spy and likely be shot, but so many of her friends had died already in this damned war that it seemed almost normal. She'd not really thought about being tortured – questioned, yes, but she'd always thought the Germans would believe her when she said she knew nothing. In the past, whenever she'd found herself in a difficult situation, her cheeky grin and flirtatious manner had always helped her talk her way out of it. Of course, it was very naive to believe that would work in a wartime conflict scenario, with battle hardened soldiers or intelligence officers. But she was only 23, and kids of that age still considered themselves immortal.

She shivered, suddenly feeling the cold of the night on her nakedness. She reached for her knickers and dressed, dusting off her clothes as she picked them up from the floor. Why hadn't she thought to place them on the handlebars of her bike instead of the dirty, cold floor – oh well, she knew the answer to that!

‘We'd better go,’ said Anna. ‘I hope you like cycling in the dark. It should take about two hours if you can keep up with me.’

‘What’s our cover story if we get picked up by a patrol,’ asked John, noting Anna’s levity, but remaining very focused on their safety.

‘We're lovers out for some midnight nookie. You've forgotten your papers. I guess that’s a good story, I'm full of your sperm if they care to look.’

‘For fuck’s sake, Anna, that’s not a credible cover story! This is serious. I'm taking a huge risk tonight, but you're the one taking all the risks night after night with no back up plan. Get on the plane with me tonight and save your own pretty skin. You've done enough risking your life. I've got sufficient clout that the pilot won't argue.’

‘Look. I know you're concerned about me, but this is a quiet, sleepy place right out in the sticks. I know the back-up seems crap, but I've never seen a German anywhere near where we're going, and we use bicycles because they make no noise and if I did bump into a German patrol I'd hear the lorries first and be able to hide. All the movements are at night; I use no lights so nobody can see me. You're just trying to frighten me so I'll go home with you and you can shag me again.’

‘All right, have it your own way. Just remember that the Germans know that Allied airmen are escaping back to England, and they'll widen their search for the landing site. If German activity increases around here, for God’s sake stop doing the missions and let Lifeline find another landing site. Right, let’s get going. Lead the way, I'm right behind you.’

John gave Anna a peck on the lips and checked the perimeter of the hut before they left. They took everything with them that they had brought and shut the door firmly behind them. It was still a fine night, and Anna was glad that the chill wind had subsided.

Anna sat on her saddle, smiling as the damp patch in her knickers reminded her how much she'd enjoyed the night so far. Once in the lane Anna started to pedal hard. The first couple of miles were uphill and neither cycle had gears. Her companions were normally wheezing after just five minutes and she would have to stop and wait for them to catch their breath. Some would even have to dismount and push. This was why she always gave at least three hours for the ten-mile journey, though she was sure John would be able to do it in less than half that time. As she reached the top of the hill Anna looked over her shoulder. As she expected, John was right behind her, turning the wheels of his ancient cycle effortlessly.

Anna stopped pedaling and stood astride her bike. John stopped alongside and they looked around from their high vantage point.

‘See?’ asked Anna quietly, indicating the pitch darkness. ‘Not a light to be seen for miles around. No nasty German soldiers to catch us. We're completely alone.’

John looked at Anna. Her face was glowing with the exertion of the climb. She looked gorgeous. His cock swelled in response and he beamed a broad smile back at her. ‘You love this, don't you? You love the thrill, the risk, the challenge. You're really something else.’

‘You keep saying that! I dunno. I must get something from doing this. Maybe it’s that I'm working bloody hard for the war effort, as hard as any pilot or soldier. One thing’s for sure – all this cycling has given me fucking strong thighs. Didn't you notice?’

With that, Anna slapped her thigh and pushed on her pedals to set off down the hill. John waited a few seconds before pedaling after her. He knew she wouldn't go back with him on that plane tonight. What a damn shame.

It was just over an hour later that Anna stopped at a stile and motioned John to follow her into a grassy field. She hid her bike carefully in the tall hedge, making sure it was not visible from the lane. John hid his next to it. Anna then retrieved the second cheese baguette from the basket of her cycle and the remaining water. She offered both to John.

‘The baguette’s yours isn't it?’ he asked.

‘Yours if you're hungry,’ replied Anna. ‘We're early and it'll be another two hours before the plane arrives.’ ‘We'll share,’ said John, breaking the baguette in two and handing half back to Anna.

They sat side by side under the hedge eating their food. When they'd finished John turned to Anna. ‘Where’s this gun then?’ he asked.

Anna got up and walked a few paces along the hedge to where a holly tree was growing. She knelt and started scraping away the soil with her hands. After a few seconds she pulled out a cloth and unwrapped it, handing the gun to John.

‘God, this is an old thing,’ he exclaimed. ‘I'm not sure this would help you much in a crisis.’ John emptied the bullets from the gun and then dismantled it on his lap. He checked all the parts before re-assembling the gun. Anna watched intently.

‘Right, Anna,’ he said. ‘The gun looks to be in working order, despite its age. This is the safety catch; push it like this to make the gun fire. Then, aim the gun with both hands and gently squeeze the trigger. It’s as easy as that. Have a go. Don't worry, it’s not loaded now.’

Anna took the gun and practiced putting the safety catch on and off. When she was proficient with that, she then practiced aiming and firing.

‘When shooting at a person, aim for the middle of the torso,’ explained John. ‘That gives you most margin for error.’ John stood behind Anna and showed her how to line up the sights. ‘Squeeze very gently or your aim will be off. Beware of the kick-back – it’s quite hefty on this gun.’

Anna practiced her shooting posture under John’s expert guidance. She practiced shooting from a standing position, crouching and lying fully on her tummy, shooting upwards, downwards and parallel to the ground. John enjoyed maneuvering her sexy body into the correct positions, gripping her hips or shoulders and twisting them gently but firmly into the perfect posture.

When he was satisfied she had learnt all she could, John re-loaded the gun. ‘It’s got twelve bullets only, Anna.’

‘OK,’ Anna replied somewhat nonchalantly.

‘And Anna,’ said John gravely, holding her fast by her arms and looking directly in her sparkling green eyes. ‘If you cannot escape, save the last one for yourself. Put the barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger. You won't feel a thing.’

Anna looked blankly back at him.

‘Promise me, Anna, promise me,’ he insisted, shaking her shoulders.

‘OK, I promise,’ Anna relented. ‘But now show me how to escape from here if the Germans come.’ For the next hour they surveyed the surrounding fields. John was forced to admit that the landing strip was exceedingly well chosen. It was on high ground, allowing the plane to fly high above the surrounding countryside before and after landing. This made detection much less likely. Also, there were no obvious signs as to the use of the field, just some tire marks that could only be seen close up. John marveled at the skill of the pilots to land in the right place in the dark, and guessed that the rescue planes used a small group of specialist elite pilots for the missions.

In addition, John had to concede that Anna was right about the deep rural nature of the countryside. There were no lights visible at all, either from farmhouses or from vehicles. Anna confirmed that her own home was some six miles to the South, and this was one of the closest. The elevation of the site would make it very difficult for the Germans to approach the field without being spotted.

Still, John was concerned for Anna’s safety in her danger-filled missions. He pointed out the best escape routes, where Anna could find cover in a copse, or less obviously such as a dip in the ground. ‘Don't forget that the Germans use dogs to track fugitives,’ he warned. ‘So you can't just hide out of sight and hope they don't find you. You must kill the dogs, and probably the dog handlers, before you escape.’

‘John, you're scaring me again,’ replied Anna. ‘I'll be alright.’

She hugged him and pressed her thigh into his crotch. She felt his hands encircle her tiny body and hold her tight. Then she noticed his cock swelling and rubbed her thigh harder against it, eliciting a further response. She put her hand down and squeezed his member through his trousers.

‘Who’s a greedy boy then,’ she scolded. ‘Not had enough of sweet little Anna yet, then?’

She took his hand and led him to a small copse near the side of the field. ‘We've got half an hour before the plane. No sense in wasting it,’ she breathed.

Anna found a patch of fairly dry, flat ground and took off her coat, laying it down. John did likewise with his, and then dropped his trousers and underpants. Anna stripped again down to her socks and boots and lay down on the coats on her back. In a moment John was straddling her, his erect penis in his hand. ‘God,’ thought Anna, ‘it looks even bigger than before.’

Anna bent her knees and spread her legs wide and John ran his cock up and down her gaping slit, drawing sighs of pleasure from Anna as she arched her back to take his member. He entered her well-lubricated pussy with ease, thrusting his whole length deep into her. Anna groaned, a little too loudly for John’s comfort, and bucked against his thrust.

This time it was John’s turn to set the pace for their passionate love-making. He started with slow, deep thrusts, using his strong muscles to drive his rampant cock fully inside her and then pulling slowly back until just the tip remained in contact with her pulsing labia. Anna was in ecstasy as his powerful body pumped back and forth for what seemed an age. She had never known a lover with such stamina. Eventually John quickened his pace as his state of arousal grew even higher, but he still kept pumping the full length of his huge cock in and out of Anna's love channel. The sexy English girl arched her back even higher as her lover’s cock excited her swollen clit, bringing her towards an exceptional orgasm.

Now lying right on top her, John played with her up thrust breasts, pulling and squeezing her hard nipples while Anna’s fingers clawed at his rock hard torso. Their lips locked together as their rutting continued, Anna utterly oblivious to all but her fiery passion. For the second time that night John came in Anna’s tight love channel, squirting his seed deep into her as his lover gasped and groaned her pleasure. He withdrew slowly, his limp cock slick with their juices, which he rather absent-mindedly wiped on her pale, smooth thighs.

Anna lay there for a few minutes, panting hard as John replaced his clothing. He looked down at this beautiful, naked, wanton English girl lying at his feet. ‘I love this girl,’ he thought to himself. ‘God, I hope she'll be OK.’

Eventually Anna sat up and looked down at her damp sex and soiled thighs. Frowning, she ripped up some grass from nearby and cleaned herself. John had picked up his coat and was already walking towards the tall hedge to await the plane’s landing. Anna dressed and went to join him.

‘Are you OK?’ she asked quietly, sitting down next to him.

‘I love you, Anna,’ he replied softly, turning his head towards hers and kissing her long and passionately on the lips, his strong arms encircling her and hugging her gently to his body. ‘I've never met anyone quite like you before. I'll never forget you. Whatever happens, remember that I love you, and that I am with you all the time. Be safe, and be happy.’

Before Anna could reply, he was gone. The plane was landing, she watched him climb in and within a few seconds the plane flew off again into the dark night sky.

Chapter 3 – The Truck

Anna was brought sharply back to the present. The smelly airman was shaking her, ‘Oi, you, wake up, is that my plane?

Anna looked up to see the plane about to land. ‘Yes, of course it is. Don't just sit here, fucking get on it!’

The airman grabbed Anna and gave her a slobbering wet snog, removing all memory of the fantastic kisses she had received from John. ‘I love you, Anna,’ he told her as he ran towards the plane. A few seconds later Anna was left all alone sitting under the tall hedge in the pouring rain.

After waiting some minutes to ensure the coast was clear, Anna stood up. She was wet through, but felt a different kind of dampness in her crotch. Anna lifted her dress and examined her knickers, noticing quite a large soggy patch between her legs. ‘Oops,’ she thought, ‘I really was miles away. Good job that smelly git didn't notice or he'd think it was him that was turning me on.’

Anna walked to her waiting bike and pushed it to the lane, her mind still full of thoughts of John. She got on and pedaled off towards the isolated farmhouse that was her home.

This was a journey Anna had done dozens of times at the end of a long and tiring night. It was about six miles from the landing site to the farmhouse, but almost all downhill or at worst flat. Thus it was not a physically demanding ride, and in all the times she had done the trip she had never encountered anyone.

The rain was teeming down as Anna cycled at some speed down the hill towards home. ‘I wonder if John got me pregnant,’ she asked herself. She'd not noticed any physical signs, but it was only a few days since their lusty encounter. She certainly felt different in herself, being even more energetic and bubbly than normal, often singing to herself in carefree abandon. Also, he had definitely filled her with more sperm than she had ever taken before, and it was about the right time in her cycle to conceive. Anna pondered – any child of his would be sure to be big and strong and healthy, but did she really want to bring up a child alone, without even knowing the real name of its father, in this time of danger and austerity? These thoughts filled her head as she squinted through the rain to see the route ahead along these familiar, pitch-dark lanes. Anna swung off to the left, down the steepest part of the route.

Less than half a mile from home, Anna was looking forward to getting out of her rain sodden clothes and into her nice warm bed. She leaned into the sharp right-hand bend, and slammed the brakes on hard in terror. In the wet, the brakes proved almost useless and Anna swerved violently to the left to avoid hitting the back of the German army truck that blocked the lane. Her bike hit the ditch at full speed, pitching Anna over the handlebars. As a reflex reaction she covered her face with her arms as she was hurled through the thick, prickly hawthorn hedge. Even through her thick coat she felt the sharp barbs of the hawthorn tearing at her arms, legs and torso. Her black beret was torn from her head and her long, dark hair cascaded out of its bun to flow freely over her shoulders.

‘Fucking shit!’ exclaimed Anna silently. ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’ Anna caught her breath and scrambled desperately to her knees in the muddy field. She had seen no soldiers at the truck and wondered if by some miracle her crash had remained undetected. A torch light in the lane heightened her fear and she considered running blindly into the field where she had fallen. A sharp pain in her left ankle deterred her and her mind was made up when the torch was shone directly in her face. The next few seconds whirred by for Anna in a haze of fear and confusion. The lane filled quickly with troops, four of whom leapt across the ditch to grasp Anna. Amid much loud German shouting she found herself dragged back to the lane to face a young soldier who seemed to be in charge.

The soldier asked Anna in German for her papers. ‘I'm sorry, I don't understand,’ Anna lied in French. This time he uttered just one word. ‘Papers!’ he barked aggressively in French. There was more German chatter that Anna tried to understand as she reached into the inside pocket of her coat and retrieved her false papers. She handed them over.

The soldier took her papers and examined them in the light of his torch. Anna tried to make out his rank and thought he looked like a Corporal, a lowly rank to be in charge. Some of the other soldiers had already lost interest and had gone back into the truck to get out of the rain that still fell heavily. Others seemed more curious to witness the fate of this pretty, dark-haired girl that had suddenly disturbed their quiet and rainy night.

There was still some chatter amongst the half dozen or so soldiers who surrounded Anna. Some words she didn't understand and she deduced they might be crudities that she had not learnt at college. Others talked of mechanics and she began to realize that the truck had broken down many hours ago, and they were waiting for a mechanic to come and fix it. No doubt the rest of the patrol, including all the officers, had left them behind and returned to the warm shelter of the barracks, which were many miles away. She was not surprised they had been waiting so long.

At last the Corporal approached Anna, whose arms were still firmly held by two soldiers. In pigeon French he asked her name and address and Anna confirmed what was in her papers. Then came the real question, why was she out cycling along this lane just a couple of hours before dawn?

Anna tried to give her cover story in French to a soldier who understood little. She had no collaborators to her story so she had to be quite vague; she had been to a nocturnal tryst with her secret lover. She explained as best she could while the soldiers became more and more animated. ‘You have sex with man, like this?’ the Corporal asked, smirking, and thrusting his pelvis towards her in an obscene gesture. ‘Yes,’ replied Anna, smiling coyly at her interrogator, as all around her erupted in laughter.

‘You can prove it?’ asked the Corporal. Anna pretended not to understand. ‘I give you to Gestapo.’

Anna gasped, as more laughter surrounded her. ‘No, please. I have done nothing wrong,’ she pleaded. ‘Maybe. We'll see,’ replied the Corporal, now approaching closer to Anna. He lifted her coat and the dress beneath to reveal her knickers. Shining his torch at her crotch, he smiled when he saw the large damp patch in the white cotton gusset. ‘Your lover not satisfy you?’ he asked amid the renewed laughter. ‘French men not strong and sexy lovers like Germans.’

He replaced Anna’s papers in the inside pocket of her coat, blatantly feeling up her breast as he did. ‘I give you to Gestapo,’ he said again. The soldiers booed loudly. ‘No, please,’ responded Anna, a hint of desperation in her voice. Did they suspect she was part of Lifeline? If so, she was doomed. She just couldn't let them take her to the Gestapo.

‘Then prove you are really a good lover,’ demanded the Corporal. ‘How?’ replied Anna. More loud laughter and the penny dropped. The Corporal smiled as Anna’s recognition registered in her face and the colour drained away. She bit her lower lip nervously.

Anna’s mind raced as she considered her position. It was inconceivable that she could allow herself to be taken to the Gestapo. They would surely torture and kill her. She had no weapon of any kind and was surrounded by at least a dozen fully armed, trained soldiers either in the lane or in the truck, so escape was not possible. Her last option was to submit to gang rape, but apart from the forced intercourse she had little idea what would be in store. Could she negotiate? Maybe if she offered to service this young Corporal personally she could persuade him to spare her the attentions of his troop.

Before she could say anything, the Corporal lost his patience. ‘OK, you fuck us, any way we like until mechanic comes, maybe two hours. Then, if you are good lover, we let you go. If not, we take you to Gestapo. Understand?’

He could tell by the look on her face that Anna understood all right. The soldiers cheered, and some clapped the Corporal on the back. They saw Anna as a pretty little French fuck toy, who promised them a welcome and entertaining diversion from their boredom.

The Corporal barked some orders to his willing troops and Anna felt the grip on her arms tighten. The Corporal pulled out a short knife and held it at Anna’s throat, the point pressing into her flesh, but not quite piercing the skin. ‘Don't forget. You be good, or else,’ he snarled. Anna felt tears well in her eyes. She blinked them back and tried to hide her fear. He then used the knife to cut off the buttons on the front of her coat. They fell to the soaking wet ground and rolled away, followed by her belt. The Corporal then removed her coat and flung it into the hedge. Anna stood before him now with just a woollen jumper covering her dress. He pulled at the hem of the jumper and ripped upwards with the blade of the knife until the jumper was split in two. Then the other soldiers pulled it off her shoulders and flung it too into the hedge.

Anna shivered, through fear more than the cold. Her nipples poked out insistently at the material of her dress. How she wished she was wearing a bra, but she found those wartime contraptions so uncomfortable, and her perky young breasts didn't really need the support. Anyway, she consoled herself; this animal with the knife would only cut it to pieces.

The Corporal grinned at Anna again. He was reveling in her fear. He played the tip of the knife over her erect nipples, teasing them through her sodden dress. Anna felt the cold steel through the material and winced as he pushed the end of the blade hard over her left nipple and moved it back and forth across her crushed teat. To his delight, and Anna’s shame, it reacted by growing still harder and this only encouraged him further. He tried the same stimulation on her right nipple, with the same shameful effect for Anna. ‘You horny fucking slut,’ he whispered. Funny how these Germans know so little French but can insult women so fluently, she thought.

He could see that his men were getting impatient, their hunger for rough sex growing more acute as their sexy, young fuck toy was gradually unwrapped. The Corporal finally cut down Anna’s dress from neck to hem and pulled the two halves apart to reveal her soft, firm breasts with their hard pink nipples to his troop. Appreciative whistles greeted the unveiling of Anna’s assets and she blushed in shame. The Corporal couldn't resist squeezing her breasts in his large, dirty hands until Anna squealed in pain. He laughed, and his squad laughed with him.

The soldiers ripped the remains of Anna’s dress from her shoulders and tossed it away, leaving her in just her soiled knickers, her socks and boots. Her knickers quickly disintegrated under the Corporal’s knife and then the soldiers lifted one leg at a time and removed her boots and socks. Anna stood stark naked in the lane.

Anna looked down at her rain sodden, nude body. She saw her erect nipples, poking out further from her chest than she could remember, even in the height of sexual arousal. She saw the goose bumps on her pale wet skin, and suddenly felt cold, and she saw dozens of red scratches on her arms and legs, and some even on her chest and tummy. None were deep, but they itched and irritated and gave her a beaten-up appearance that she felt sure would inflame the sadistic streaks of these uncouth soldiers. She looked at the damp thatch of thick, curly, dark hairs that covered her mound, and that was now the target of many pairs of lustful eyes. Lower down, her knees were smeared with mud which was running down in rivulets to her tiny feet. She looked at her painful left ankle and noticed only a slight swelling and felt relieved that she had avoided more serious injury. At her back she felt her soaking wet hair plastered over her shoulder blades and down to the middle of her back.

Anna saw that the soldiers who had returned to the truck were now dismounting again as they prepared for her gang rape. Anna steeled her resolve to survive her ordeal and reap a personal revenge on the German army. She thought of John, of his strength and those last words he said to her. She felt his presence protecting her and making her as strong as he was. She straightened her back, clenched her teeth and glared defiantly at the Corporal still standing in front her, and found him staring back at her a little bemused. Eventually her guards pulled Anna towards the back of the truck. The tailgate had been lowered and the tarpaulin that covered the back had been tied to the sides. Stood about a meter away, Anna noted the bed of the truck was at a height just below her breasts, and she wondered where exactly her rape was to be staged. Would they take her on the floor of the truck, out of the rain, or here on the hard dirty roadway, or maybe even in the muddy field behind the hedge? Would they hold her down, or tie her? Would they force her to give head, a pleasure she had even denied John, and finally, would they use her arse? Anna shivered at that last thought, and tried to dismiss it as too terrible to contemplate. All too soon, she would have the answers to all these questions.

Before that though, Anna was approached by a soldier carrying her soiled knickers in his hand. Puzzled for a moment Anna was caught by surprise as the soldier quickly pinched her nose tightly and she involuntarily opened her mouth as a reflex action. Immediately the soldier stuffed the wet, dirty material into her mouth and rammed it in as far as he could. Anna thought she would choke to death, and frantically tried to work the material out with her tongue. The soldier released her nostrils and Anna snorted in air while he tied a thin rope, almost a string, across her mouth to keep her gag in place. He knotted it as tightly as he could behind her neck, the string biting painfully into Anna’s reddened cheeks.

This act reinforced her vulnerability and Anna’s defiance waned. Still breathing with a little difficulty, Anna wheezed and continued to struggle to maneuver the gag to allow some breath through her mouth. After a few minutes she succeeded and her breathing came less labored. She noticed that a large crate or ammunition box had been placed behind the truck as a step up to the tailgate, and Anna found herself man handled on to this and turned around so the edge of the truck rubbed against her bum cheeks.

Then two soldiers in the truck grabbed Anna’s arms and pulled her backwards into the truck, painfully rubbing her arse and thighs against the sharp ridged edge of the truck. They laid her down on the wet and muddy floor, her legs dangling helplessly over the edge. They then pulled her arms over her head as Anna grimaced in fear and tried to twist her neck to see what they were doing. She saw ropes coiled around her wrists and tied very tightly, and then a soldier outside the truck grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards the edge of the truck until the sharp edge was digging horribly into the base of her spine, just above her hips. She was held in this position as the ropes binding her wrists were tied off somewhere in the truck.

With her pelvis hanging just over the edge, and the weight of her legs dangling down, Anna was forced to arch her back, thrusting up her breasts. She tried to lift her legs and squirm her body inside the truck a little to relieve the aching pain in her lower back, but the soldier just laughed and yanked her legs forward and down again, scraping away more skin from the base of her spine. Anna now knew this was to be her excruciating position for her gang rape.

Anna pulled with all her strength at the ropes, which bound her wrists, but they remained firm and her struggles only served to rub the surface of her skin raw. On the verge of panic now at her helplessness, Anna looked wildly around her as tears formed in her eyes. There were two small lights above her in the truck, no doubt powered by the last remaining strength of the truck’s battery, but she could see little except her own body arched before her. She felt the rain still falling on her legs but noticed the wetness on her chest and stomach had been replaced now with a sheen of fear and stress-induced sweat. She saw the hardness of her nipples had diminished slightly. She felt a pain in her left shoulder and realized that the floor of the truck was covered in sharp grit as well as being wet and dirty. Finally she noticed some really heavy rasping breathing in the truck and looked around to find the source. After a few seconds she realized it was her and she blushed again and determined to regain some control.

Looking down through her heaving bosom Anna saw a new shadow in the dark standing on the crate and looking down at her lewdly displayed body. She saw it was the Corporal, and knew he had pulled rank and would be the first to take his pleasure with her. He slowly unbuckled his belt as Anna mustered her last ounce of strength and lifted her head to scream a volley of obscenities at him in her best French. Only muffled sounds escaped her gag, but her intent had been clear, and was met with a roar of laughter by the Corporal and his troops. Anna bent her right leg double and kicked out with all her might at her tormentor, catching him hard in the crotch with the heel of her foot. The quick movement had robbed Anna of more skin from her back, but she delighted in his agonized grunt and clutching of his bruised genitals. His troops laughed anew, but two soldiers quickly grabbed her legs to prevent a repeat performance.

Suddenly, all was quiet as the Corporal regained his composure. His troops looked on excitedly and Anna lay back, trying to breathe normally and looking straight up at the roof of the truck. She awaited his vengeance - would he shoot her dead, there and then, or beat her to a bloody pulp, or make good his threat to send her to the Gestapo. No, she thought, his troops are too far down the line with this, he would have to let them have her now, or risk mutiny. And they would want her to be at least capable of feeling their cocks in her body, and responding if only in pain and terror. Maybe, his vengeance would come later, after his troops had had their fill, and if she survived what was now to come.

At last the Corporal climbed into the truck and stood astride Anna, and then sat down heavily on her flat stomach, winding her. He grabbed her jaws in his hand and put his knife to her throat, cutting her slightly so she could feel blood on her neck. He looked her directly in her sparkling green eyes and said, quite calmly, ‘You want to die?’ Anna shook her head slowly. ‘After we fuck you, you will pay. Remember that, whore.’

He released her and calmly moved back off the truck, to stand once more on the crate, looking directly down on her offered cunt. He pulled his trousers down to his knees and pulled on his growing member. Anna remained prone, looking up at the roof of the truck. She had never experienced rape – was it better to look at her rapist defiantly or to ignore him? She cried as she felt him run his cock up and down her slit and she felt it begin to harden. Finally he pried her lips apart with his rough fingers and sought out her clit. He pinched viciously and Anna screamed into her gag and bucked her body in pain and revulsion. ‘Look at me, bitch,’ he yelled at her, and Anna obeyed, raising her head to see her rapist finally thrust into her and bury himself to his balls in her sweet pussy.

Grabbing her hips, he used Anna’s unwilling body to satisfy his lust, pounding her without pity. He soon forgot to care if she looked at him or not, her sniveling and weeping and the tightness of her cunt were the only prizes he sought. Cheered on now by his troops he quickened his tempo and Anna’s breasts bobbed freely in time with his furious rhythm. Eventually he slowed, seeking those last long, deep thrusts before he came with a shout into her ravaged sex. His troops cheered as he withdrew his limp cock and wiped it clean on Anna’s tattered dress, which had been placed in the truck for that very purpose.

Anna was lost; she sobbed uncontrollably in her bondage, tears flowing freely as she turned her head to the side. It wasn't the rape itself, neither the sex nor the pain, that so disturbed her; it was her utter vulnerability. She had been totally unable to stop her attacker and in truth he could have done much worse things to her. Worse still, she remained helpless in the hands of these thugs for as long as they wanted to keep her. The beautiful memory of her passionate love-making with John had been irretrievably sullied and had been replaced in her mind by this awful attack.

A kick in the ribs caused Anna to open her eyes and look up. He was stood astride her, smiling at her tear stained face. ‘That was just the first of many,’ he smirked. ‘I told you Germans were the best lovers. You'd better start enjoying it. I'll see you again later.’

He turned and jumped back off the truck, but then approached her again and drew his knife. He announced something to his troops and then grasped her left thigh tightly in his hand and cut with his knife into the smooth skin on the outside of her thigh, just below her hip bone. The cut was about three inches long and deep enough to leave a permanent mark, but not a serious wound. Anna had not been looking, and she gasped with shock at the sudden pain. ‘Why did he do that?’ she thought, ‘surely his vengeance for my kick in his balls will be more brutal.’

Before she could contemplate this further Anna saw she had a new rapist, the trooper who had obviously won the lottery. A younger man, Anna thought, still a teenager, and rather clumsy, he seemed delighted with the opportunity to fuck such a gorgeous girl but embarrassed at the need to perform publicly. Without ado he slowly inserted his erect cock into her soggy cunt and pressed home quite gently. He leaned forward over Anna’s body and fondled her breasts, almost lovingly, and nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking her smooth, tight, pale skin.

Anna turned her face away from his, unwilling to show any gratitude for his gentleness. His pelvic thrusts grew steadily stronger and he moved now to suck at her right nipple, restoring it quickly to full hardness. Encouraged by his peers, he nipped the hard bud between his teeth and pulled it upward from Anna’s breast, stretching her smooth skin. Suddenly alarmed, Anna squirmed and tried to tell him to stop, much to the amusement of her audience. She was relieved when her nipple escaped his grip intact and her breast bounced back to its normal shape.

He was coming already, Anna could feel, and soon her sex was filled with more German sperm. He withdrew to a brief round of applause from the troop and turned to leave.

Another soldier then reminded him of the need to leave his mark, and handed him a small knife, like the one used by the Corporal. Almost reluctantly he grasped Anna’s left thigh and this time Anna was aware and looked on in fright. Sure enough he made an identical cut on her thigh just an inch below that left by her first rapist. Anna gasped at the pain – she'd end up with scars all down her leg at this rate.

Still, Anna was slightly rejuvenated after her second rape; the first attack having caused her more psychological damage. While this second violation had still been an utterly unpleasant experience, she was now sure she could survive if more were like him. She looked up hopefully as her third assailant stepped up. She could see little of his features in the darkness, but Anna knew from his first touch that this attacker would not be gentle. He had grabbed her discarded dress and used it to roughly clean her sopping cunt. He shoved the material deep into her sore love channel and used his strong, thick fingers to clean her out. Anna twisted her hips to relieve the discomfort and was rewarded with a sharp stinging slap on her left bum cheek. Anna also noticed that a hush had descended on the watching soldiers, almost as if they were attending a lecture or instructional demonstration.

Having finished his cleaning, the rapist then bunched Anna’s old dress up and forced it under her hips, lifting them a few inches higher. In panic Anna screamed into her gag, he had positioned her to take her virgin arse! Fresh sweat dampened Anna’s forehead and chest, as she understood her worst fears were to come true, and she was utterly helpless and unable to stop him.

Her rapist eased his member from his trousers and approached Anna’s spread thighs. He ran the tip up and down her crease from her cunt lips to her arse hole, up and down, up and down, up and down, gradually slicking her with his cock. Sobbing, Anna bleated into her gag, imploring him not to bugger her, and watching his impassive face intently.

Finally he entered her, and to Anna’s relief he entered her sore pussy. Almost grateful, she sighed and tipped her head back to look at the roof of the truck and accept her rape. Like his predecessor, he started slowly at a steady rhythm and then leaned over on top of Anna. She looked at his face, and saw a cold, hard, scarred trooper with not an ounce of compassion in his eyes. She shivered as his rough, callused hands gripped her breasts, this time squeezing them as if he were trying to extract juice. Anna screamed in agony.

His dirty hands dug hard into the very meat of Anna’s firm breasts, causing unbearable pain to the bound and raped English girl. At the same time he pounded her pussy, increasing its soreness. At last he released her throbbing breasts and gripped her shoulders for maximum leverage as he reached his climax. The whole truck seemed to move and Anna’s head hit the floor hard as he shook her slim body violently. A little dazed, Anna was relieved to feel him come. She looked up to see his face just inches above hers, he scowled, showing a set of crooked, broken, brown teeth and spat a foul smelling glob of dark spittle direct on Anna’s right cheek, just below her eye. ‘Fucking whore,’ he muttered. ‘Probably the only French words he knows,’ thought Anna through her pain and discomfort.

Her rapist pulled Anna’s dress roughly from under her and Anna noticed the blood that now stained it; no doubt from her lower back where the sharp edge of the truck had been scraping her skin raw. She then saw him take his knife and cut her thigh as the others had done; though he did it with real relish and made a deeper wound. Finally she looked at her breasts, still throbbing from his assault. They were covered in dark marks, maybe dirt but most likely bruises, and seemed swollen in places too, and God, how they hurt!

And so it continued, as soldier after soldier took their turn with Anna. After the fourth, a rather small young man who huffed and puffed and came rather quickly, Anna deliberately stopped counting. Her pussy became incredibly sore, with some bleeding after her seventh rapist, and her breasts were frequently mauled by rough and sometimes spiteful hands, and occasionally bitten by vicious incisors. Of course each rapist left their mark on her left thigh, and Anna was kept aware of the progress of her gang rape as the cuts descended almost to her knee. It was these areas that caused her most pain, along with the base of her spine, cruelly ground into the sharp edge of the truck by every assailant, but some rapists found individual ways to torment her. One bit hard into the lobe of her left ear, drawing blood and wringing a high-pitched squeal from Anna’s gagged mouth. Another slapped her face hard, twice on each cheek, before being ordered to cease his battery. This bruised Anna’s face and caused some swelling around her tear-filled eyes.

Eventually Anna felt what was to be the last cut to her left leg. She hardly noticed it in the world of pain and suffering that now enveloped her.

Breathing shallowly now, Anna became aware of a pause in the proceedings. She tried to gather her thoughts together. She had survived so far. She was badly hurt, particularly her pussy, her breasts, her lower back and her leg, but she believed her injuries could heal. Most important, her virgin arse hole remained un-violated, thank God. She had no idea how long the gang rape had lasted, and how much longer she would be held captive before the mechanic arrived and the truck went on its way, hopefully without her. Maybe the worst was now over, she took a deep breath, as deep as her restricted airways would allow, and felt her inner strength returning.

Anna heard voices outside and soon two soldiers climbed into the truck. They untied the ropes binding her, leaving the ends attached to her wrists. They pulled her into a sitting position, and Anna groaned as her stiff and aching body was moved from her prone position for the first time in ages. Anna had no time for closer examination of her bruised and battered body, as two more soldiers pulled her down to the ground outside the truck. Anna’s legs gave way and they had to support her by her upper arms while she regained her balance and strength. Anna became aware that the rain had stopped though the ground beneath her feet was still very wet and cold.

The Corporal regarded his prisoner anew. Her long, matted black hair plastered to her back and shoulders, with a few shorter strands crossing her face – a face whose eyes were bloodshot, whose cheeks were bruised and whose mouth was still filled with that stinking, sodden gag. He saw her bloodied ear, the cut he had made on her neck, and moved his eyes down to her breasts – still pert and beautiful, maybe more now some would say, shiny with sweat and sporting numerous bruises, scratches and teeth marks around her sore nipples. He looked at her pussy lips and smiled; red raw and bleeding, with dried German semen splattered on her inner thighs – they'd certainly given her a good seeing to. He looked at the wounds on her thigh, some still bleeding and adding to the flow that now covered the outside of her leg down to her dainty foot. He counted the wounds for Anna. She scowled back – not quite as defiant now.

He motioned to the soldier behind Anna and she felt her gag being loosened, then removed. She worked her aching jaw and licked her chapped lips. ‘I'm sorry,’ he said, surprising Anna. ‘The mechanic will be here in thirty minutes, so we must soon say goodbye.’ He moved behind Anna, noting the large, raw, bleeding wound on her lower back, and casually fingered her arse hole. Anna jumped, but was held firm. She gasped but decided not to protest this time. ‘We were going to turn you over, and start again,’ he continued. ‘I understand you French whores enjoy being fucked there. But we now have no time. It is unfair if we cannot all share your body.’

He wriggled his finger further inside Anna, eliciting more gasps and squirming from the captive girl. Eventually be pulled it out, wrinkling his nose at the smelly brown deposit on his finger. He wiped it on her arse cheek and returned to face her again. ‘Perhaps we will come visit you one night and share your whore’s arse. We know where you live.’ He gestured in the direction of Anna’s home, less than half a mile away. Anna swallowed hard, unsure if his threat was real. ‘But now I must avenge your unprovoked attack on me earlier,’ he said. ‘You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you?’ He smiled cruelly as Anna’s heart skipped another beat. ‘You know the penalty for assaulting a German soldier is death?’

Anna steeled herself, surely he wouldn't kill her now. No, he'd hurt her for sure, probably sexually and certainly very painfully. He had less than thirty minutes to do so; she had that time to survive. It couldn't be that bad. She resolved not to beg for mercy, but to take this final torment and find her way home to recover and plot her revenge.

His drew his pistol and held it to Anna’s head. She swallowed hard and glared back directly in his eyes, her bottom lip quivering imperceptibly, she hoped. ‘You value your life so little as to refuse to beg for it?’ he goaded. Anna glared more. He replaced the gun in its holder.

‘How could we visit you if I killed you now?’ he questioned dramatically. ‘He’s putting on a good show for his troops,’ thought Anna, ‘they're gonna love him. Bastard.’

‘We have made a suitable instrument for your punishment, whore,’ he announced. He took up bundle of small cut branches that had been tied at one end and wrapped in cloth to form a handle. He held it up close in front of Anna’s eyes and twisted it so she could examine it closely in the light of the torches. Anna saw a bunch of more than a dozen branches of varying thickness, some little more than twigs, while some were as thick as a stick of rock, and looked just as solid. They were also of varying lengths, up to about four feet, and from different types of bushes. Some had protruding, gnarled knots but most frightening were the many from hawthorn bushes that displayed hundreds of needle sharp barbs of differing sizes. Wrapped around the thickest branch, in the center of the instrument Anna saw a metallic glint in the light of the torches. Barbed wire. The evil bastard had put a length of rusty, skin-shredding barbed wire in amongst the branches! ‘Fuck off,’ muttered Anna in shock. She struggled. ‘Fuck off!’ she spat louder now, ‘you can't, you fucking bastard, you can't.’

Panic coursed through her anew. She remembered the pain of the hawthorns as she had been pitched through the hedge what seemed like a lifetime ago. She remembered the dozens of scratches she had suffered, and that was through her thick winter coat and dress. Was he really going to beat her with this fiendish home-made whip?

She made to protest again but found her tormentor had now pushed his weapon into the left side of her face. Feeling the hard branches and sharp thorns on her tender skin, she jerked her head back and to the right to try and escape the dreadful assault. She squealed as the pressure was increased, forcing the thorns deeper into Anna’s beautiful cheek and then the branches were drawn slowly across her face towards her nose and mouth.

Anna screwed her eyes shut tight, afraid that a barb would blind her. She felt as though her face was being skinned from her left ear across to her nose as the thorns ripped into her. No sooner had the weapon passed her nose than she felt the same treatment being given to her right cheek. Again she turned her head away, but she could no more stop this attack on her delicate skin as she could the first. With deliberate, agonizingly slow motion, her torturer cut, scratched and gouged her face again with his evil barbed whip. Anna now slumped in front of her torturer; head bowed, sobbing piteously, believing herself horribly disfigured. Her legs seemed to have lost any remaining strength and she had to be held up by the soldiers either side of her. One of them grabbed her hair at her scalp and jerked her head up roughly, so the Corporal could relish her new tears and bloodied features. Anna’s gag was replaced, the ties biting cruelly into her sore cheeks.

‘Twenty on the back, twenty on the front,’ he stated officiously. Anna hardly heard him.

Still very dazed, Anna found herself being turned and pushed to the back of the truck until her ribs contacted cold, hard steel. Two soldiers jumped into the truck and grabbed the ropes still tied tightly to her wrists. They fed the ropes through rings at the top corners of the truck and pulled, forcing Anna’s arms up and to her sides. Once her arms were fully outstretched, but the soles of her feet still on the wet ground, they tied off the ropes. The soldiers holding Anna let her go and she slumped, head down, still sobbing until her aching shoulders roused her to stand straighter. She felt a hand at the back of her neck as her long, dark, soaking, tangled hair was pushed off her back and shoulders and slithered down her chest in front of her.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Anna heard the parting of the air a second before she felt the stinging impact across her shoulders. The thicker branches hit hardest, deeply bruising her smooth, pale skin. The thinner twigs cut more sharply and the many barbs from the hawthorn branches and the wire bit into her flesh like a dozen bee stings. Anna winced, but considered the blow painful, but tolerable and for a moment her spirits raised. Then, to Anna’s horror, she felt the branches being drawn across her back from right to left, with maximum pressure applied to ensure the awful barbs remained imbedded in her skin. She felt her flesh ripping and bucked in vain to try and escape her torture. The pressure being applied was much greater than that used on her face, and Anna felt every ounce of it.

‘Eins,’ recorded the soldier immediately to her right.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

The next blow landed just below the first, with many branches striking flesh already tender from the first stroke. Anna screamed into her gag as the branches were again drawn slowly across her back, scratching and tearing at her. She yanked hard at her unyielding bonds but knew that all attempts to escape her torture were futile. She felt for sure now that she would die before her punishment was over; perhaps she even hoped so.

‘Zwei.’

Whoooosh…. Smack!

The pattern of strokes continued down her back. The soldiers were quiet now; the only voice to be heard was counting the lashes. Some felt the bulge in their trousers while most just looked on and savored the spectacle playing out before them. None showed the slightest compassion for the acute suffering of their gorgeous victim who had serviced them so erotically.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

This stroke hit Anna’s lower back, right where her skin had been scraped away by the edge of the truck during her gang rape. The added pain of the blow on already injured flesh stirred Anna from her semi-conscious state and made her aware that the next blow would be on her bum cheeks, and then even lower. ‘How many left?’ Anna asked herself.

‘Vierzehn.’

‘Six more still to go. I can take these,’ Anna persuaded herself, and then she remembered the twenty strokes still to come to the front of her body. Oh, shit, would they beat her beautiful, tender breasts? Of course they would, silly girl.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Right on her arse, but no more painful than the previous blows. Anna clenched her buttocks and closed her thighs tight. She didn't want a stray twig attacking her arse hole or worse.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

The next three strokes all landed across her bum cheeks, covering the taut round globes with cuts and bruises. The most painful blows hit her at the crease between her bum and her thighs where the flesh was pinched most cruelly. Anna bucked and screamed again at these strokes, lifting first one leg then the other to try and dissipate the pain, but being careful to get her thighs tightly closed again before the next lash landed. She felt fresh rain on her shoulders; suddenly now it was pouring again. She arched her back and turned her face up to the clouds, allowing the fresh rain to batter her bloody, upturned face. She found it refreshing; cleansing and soothing her wounds and she drank in as much as her gag would allow to relieve her parched throat.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

‘Zwanzig.’

Anna slumped again exhausted, hanging from the ropes, the backs of her thighs now burning from the final two strokes. She'd survived, and she groaned in pain and relief. The twenty strokes had taken just eight minutes, but to Anna it had seemed like hours of sheer torture.

The soldiers worked quickly to release Anna’s bonds and turn her round to face her torturer. With the edge of the truck pressing into the center of her bruised and beaten back, Anna stood as her ropes were tied off again above her and to her sides. She saw that even in the pouring rain, on this cold night the whole troop had remained focused on watching her suffering to the end. She looked around the faces of the soldiers trying to find some semblance of pity in the darkness, some tiny sign that someone would stop her hideous ordeal. All she saw were the hard, uncaring faces of soldiers tired of their harsh lives so far from home, and filled with sadistic delight at having such a wondrous prize to rape and torture with impunity.

Finally Anna’s eyes came to rest on her torturer-in-chief. He still held his horrible weapon of pain and destruction as he approached her. ‘Twenty on the front, whore,’as if she needed reminding. The way he was ogling her breasts made Anna shiver, as her hair was this time moved behind her shoulders, baring her chest completely for the beating to come. ‘Then we mark you as property of the victorious Third Reich,’ he added. Anna was puzzled by that last remark, but had no time to ponder. Now she could see the Corporal raise his right arm behind him and swing it forward with all his strength. She closed her eyes tight shut and made a silent prayer.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Anna’s knees buckled as the blow struck the top of her chest, just above her heaving, vulnerable breasts. She kept her eyes shut tight until the home-made whip had finished contacting her body, after it had been slowly and deliberately drawn across her chest, scraping and scratching her beautiful, pale, freckled skin. ‘Eins,’ came the helpful count as Anna furtively opened her eyes. She looked down at her chest, the first time she had been able to see the effects of this hellish instrument of torture. She saw several lines of blood across her skin, diluting already in the pouring rain battering her body. She saw that a number of barbs had remained imbedded in her skin, broken off from their branches. She saw dark bruises swelling already where the thickest branches had clattered into her upper ribs. Nasty wounds, no doubt, but Anna was relieved at their superficial nature – perhaps her poor face would not be so horribly scarred after all.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

This stroke impacted the upper slopes of both breasts and tore Anna brutally away from her self-examination. She screamed into her gag and tossed for head backwards, muttering obscenities. That had hurt much more than any previous stroke, and she knew she would get many more on those inviting targets. For the first time she watched as the thorny whip was drawn across her flesh. Breathing heavily and pressing herself back as far as she could she watched as the embedded barbs etched bloody trails across the tops of her luscious boobs. She watched as one thick branch with a sharp spur painfully gouged a long bruising weal across her chest. Slightly lower down, a barb from the rusty wire scored a bloody line of pain across the pale, wet skin of her breasts, just inches above her twitching, hard nipples. Panting now, Anna raised her head to eye the author of her torment. Where she sought some scrap of compassion, she saw only a half-crazed, lust-filled sadist reveling in her destruction.

‘Zwei.’

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Anna lost count, and almost consciousness, as the next half dozen strokes all landed fiercely and fiendishly on her breasts. Her nipples took a fearsome assault, being the prime target for almost every blow. Now almost out of control, her torturer maneuvered his weapon skillfully to ensure the sharpest barbs were drawn wickedly again and again across the centers of her nipples, tearing them bloodily as Anna cried and shook in agony.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Anna sobbed with relief as this stroke landed with a sting on her taught, flat stomach muscles. She opened her eyes for the first time in ages and surveyed the damage to her once-proud and perky breasts. The rain that was still falling heavily felt like stinging nettles on her red raw skin. She searched to find a patch of undamaged flesh but could see none of any size through the criss-cross of bloody scratches and swollen weals. She looked at her tormented, ragged red nipples and was relieved that they were still intact, if sorely injured.

‘Neun.’ The count didn't register, and nor did the next few strokes, continuing down her tummy and across her cute, sunken belly button.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Anna breathed harder. This lash had struck her pelvis and the lowest branch had only missed her slit by a few inches, its thorns catching in her damp, matted pubic hairs and painfully tearing some out. Anna resolved to keep her legs very tightly closed for the remaining strokes. She took a huge, rasping gulp of air into her lungs and searched the sky for more soothing rain on her tortured face. She steeled herself to live through these last remaining strokes.

‘Dreizehn.’

Anna awaited the next stroke. When it didn't come she lowered her head to face up her torturer. Their eyes met, his still filled with savage lust, but now with a touch of mischief, hers pain-filled and bloodshot, but not now defeated and pleading.

He approached her, eating up her tearstained, bloody face and tortured breasts. He grasped her chin in his left hand, his right still brandishing his home-made whip, now with some branches broken and with many thorns missing. ‘Remember where you hurt me, whore,’ he hissed in her ear. As he turned away, soldiers on either side of her bent down and grabbed Anna’s ankles. She kicked out, but it was too late, her ankles were caught and pulled wide apart before being tied with rope to parts of the truck. Anna was now suspended by her outstretched wrists putting great stress on her shoulders, but she hardly noticed that as her torturer took up position in front of her with his eyes fixed very firmly on the most sensitive part of her body.

She shook her head as he swung his arm low behind him and then forward and upward in a sweeping arc. She closed her eyes shut tight, screaming before the blow had even landed.

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Anna’s head jerked back and the ropes securing her creaked. The whip had struck with full force directly on her raped and ravished pussy. The pain jolted through her whole body to torment her brain. The branches ground remorselessly into the tender flesh around her sex as her torturer twisted and pulled his thorny whip along her slit. Anna felt sharp barbs catch on her labia, pulling and tearing at her raw flesh. Others pierced her inner thighs, right where they met her crotch, scratching horribly. Snot dripped from her nose as yet more tears coursed down her cheeks.

‘Vierzehn.’

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

Whoooosh…. Smack!

The last six strokes all landed hard between Anna’s legs, mashing her pussy to a bloody pulp and scouring the skin all over her crotch. The remaining thorns dug deep into her sensitive flesh, scratching, scraping and biting the entrance to her sexy love channel over and over again. Tightly tied spread-eagled at the back of the truck, Anna was totally helpless and unable to protect herself. She screamed and wailed her appalling agony, pleading incomprehensibly into her gag for her torment to stop.

‘Zwanzig.’

Anna hung limply in her bonds, face down, barely conscious, hardly breathing, hoarse from screaming, snot and drool dripping from her nose and mouth, now relieved of its gag. Her blood, rain and sweat soaked body swayed gently, oblivious to the pain in her aching shoulders, unaware of the applause and lewd cheering that erupted around her. She felt the ropes on her ankles released and drew her legs together, but they remained incapable of supporting her.

She felt a slap on her face and spittle on her nose. More slaps followed until she at last looked up. ‘Now we mark you,’ said the Corporal, apparently calmer now, but still sporting a treacherous sneer. ‘So that all will know you for a whore of the glorious German Army, and use you as they will. Our most experienced man will make your mark.’

Still not fully appreciative of what was going on, Anna now saw an older soldier in front of her. She vaguely recognized the face of the scarred man who had been her third and most brutal rapist. A shiver ran through her at the memory, but that turned to terror when she saw he had his small, sharp, curved knife in his hand. Her eyes fixed on the cruel weapon, and she then noticed something strange. Rather than glint bright and silvery in the torchlight, it had more of a red glow. ‘Oh fucking shit,’ thought Anna, ‘it’s red hot. He’s going to cut me with a red-hot knife!’

Anna opened her un-gagged mouth and screamed, but nothing came out except a wheeze – her throat was so raw from screaming that she could do so no more. She felt strong hands grip her shoulders tightly and force her back into the edge of the truck. She kicked out with her legs but could find no purchase as she hung by her wrists. Now unable to move her upper body at all, Anna saw the glowing knife approach her chest. She watched in desperation as she felt the heat of the knife inches from her sweating skin. Raindrops sizzled as they landed on the blade and evaporated instantly. The old soldier put the flat of his left hand on her chest, between her breasts and cut slowly, deeply and cruelly.

The razor sharp blade carved effortlessly through her flesh. The heat of the knife reduced bleeding to a minimum as the old soldier completed a diagonal cut about four inches long. Many of the soldiers had gathered around Anna’s piteous slim frame now to witness this final gruesome ritual at close quarters. The old soldier adjusted his position a little and started another slow, deep incision. This was another diagonal cut of the same length, at right angles to the first, crossing the first cut halfway along its length to make a perfect cross centered on the middle of the girl’s breastbone.

Completing this second cut, the old soldier handed the knife to a colleague who in turn held it while two others lit matches and played the flames over the knife to restore it to full heat. Anna, meanwhile, had fainted away, and was being revived by hard slaps and spits on her face and by vigorous shaking and shouted curses. The soldiers did not want her to escape her final humiliating torture.

Barely aware of what was going on, Anna’s eyes fluttered open again, her head though still lolling around like she was drunk. Her chest felt like it would explode, and the smell of burning flesh – her flesh – still filled her nostrils. She retched, but had nothing to vomit but drool, which dribbled from her open mouth. A soldier held her by the hair, making her look at the knife as it again approached her chest. She gave out a weak scream as the knife touched her again, then fell limp, a stream of pee trickling down the inside of her leg.

Undeterred, the old soldier continued marking Anna with a series of shorter cuts, each as deep and straight as the first two. When he had finished Anna bore a perfect swastika carved and burnt into her flesh.

The soldiers clapped and cheered and slapped the old soldier on the back. They untied Anna’s wrists and carried her like a sack of potatoes over the ditch and into the field where she had first crashed off her cycle. They dropped her lifeless body down on the waterlogged ground and threw the remnants of her clothing after her. Finally they flung her cycle into the field near her so no trace of her was left in the lane.

Within ten minutes an army tow truck had arrived and reversed to the front of the broken down truck. A mechanic got out and greeted the Corporal. ‘Sorry to have kept you so long on a wet night like this. I hope you didn't get too bored. I'll fit the tow bar and we'll be on our way in a minute. See anything interesting on your patrol?’ ‘No, nobody at all. This fucking place really is the back of beyond. Nothing but cows.’ The other soldiers chuckled.

Chapter 4 – The Horse and Cart

Anna opened her eyes slowly. It was daylight, an overcast winter morning. She was lying on her right side in the waterlogged field. She felt raw soreness in her crotch, sharp pain in her left thigh and an agonizing throbbing in her chest. She ached everywhere and was shivering in the cold.

She wiped her eyes with her left hand, trying to focus, but only managed to smear yet more mud on her face. She now used her arm, which was less heavily soiled and gradually became able to distinguish her surroundings. The memory of the awful events of the previous night came back and she gritted her teeth and blinked away her tears. She had to get up, get home and get warm and dry.

Anna rolled onto her front and slowly got to her hands and knees; every little movement was agony. Fresh tears came to her eyes as she noted her swollen, bloodied breasts hanging down, and that hideous mark burnt between them. She breathed deep and tried to get to her feet, but the pain of her many injuries defeated her and she slumped back down again, crying.

‘I am NOT going to die here all alone in this fucking field,’ she told herself, as she prepared to try again. ‘I am NOT going to let those fucking bastards beat me!’

Then she heard a clip-clop of horse’s hooves in the road. ‘Anna, Anna. Are you here?’ she heard.

Anna screamed ‘Yes! Here I am. Help me, please!’ but her dry, hoarse throat emitted only a low gasp. Frightened that the horseman would go away again, Anna saw a stone, about the size of a golf ball, and picked it up. With her last remaining ounce of strength she hurled it into the lane, in the direction she thought she had heard the voice. Exhausted, she slumped back down again in the cold mud, her last card played.

‘Anna, Anna, is that you? Oh, my God!’ she heard distantly, and then she felt a warm, dry coat being wrapped around her. She was picked up like a doll and carried to a cart out in the lane. There she was wrapped in further dry blankets and covered in straw, only her bloody, muddy, bruised face visible, peering up vacantly into the cloudy sky.

‘Anna, you must keep awake until we get home,’ ordered the voice as Anna was shaken gently. The farmer was worried that she would go into shock. He quickly threw all Anna’s soiled clothes and her cycle into the cart to remove all evidence from the scene and pulled on the reins to turn the horse and cart and get to the farmhouse as quickly as possible.

He checked every few seconds that Anna was still awake, and prodded her gently with his horsewhip when he saw her eyes flutter closed. They were very close to the farmhouse and within a few minutes were turning off the lane into the farmyard. There to meet them was his wife, with more warm blankets.

‘Quickly,’ he shouted. ‘We must get her in the warm. Get the fire going, and heat up some water and get some bandages.’ His wife scurried back into the farmhouse as he carried Anna’s limp body inside.

Chapter 5 – The Farm

Anna awoke. She was lying on her back. She was warm. She was dry. But she still hurt in all the same places, though the pain was perhaps less intense now.

The room was quite dark, with the curtains drawn, but Anna recognized her own bedroom. She sighed. Next to her a shadow moved. It was the farmer’s wife. ‘Anna, darling. You're awake.’

Anna smiled weakly.

‘The doctor will be here soon. Henri has gone to fetch him.’

‘How did I get here?’ asked Anna.

‘When you didn't come back last night, we were terribly worried. First thing this morning Henri went out to search for you. He heard that an Army patrol had broken down last night just a little way up the hill, so he went there and found you. Oh Anna, I'm so sorry for what they did to you, the pigs.’

Tears trickled from Anna’s eyes as she recalled the awful happenings of the previous night.

‘When Henri brought you back, we bathed your wounds and dressed them. There were dozens of thorns all over you, including a lot in your privates. I hope I got them all out. Oh Anna dear, I know they raped you and they beat you, and they burned you. It must have been awful. I'm so sorry. They're worthless animals, those German soldiers.’

The two women hugged as Anna sobbed, her body heaving with every cry.

‘Can you fetch me a mirror, please?’ asked Anna after a few minutes.

She took it with trepidation and held it before her face. She looked at a scratched, swollen, reddened face, with a black eye and chapped lips, all smeared in healing ointment. Although she looked awful, Anna was comforted that the scratches looked superficial and she knew the swelling and black eye would heal quite quickly. She was sure she would not be scarred for life, at least not on her face.

Suddenly the door opened and the farmer entered, with another man dressed in black and carrying a bag. The farmer came to her bedside and squeezed her hand affectionately.

‘Thank you for saving me,’ she said, looking at him with her tearful, beautiful green eyes.

‘I'm only sorry that I couldn't stop them hurting you. I'm so sorry for what they did to you. I'd kill them all. This is Doctor Lasalle; he’s here to help you. You can trust him.’

The farmer left the room, leaving Anna with his wife and the doctor.

‘Hello Anna,’ he said soothingly, as he approached her bed. ‘I know Mme Dupont has bathed and dressed your injuries, but I really need to examine them myself. I also need to ask you some quite personal questions. I know it will be hard on you and I'm sorry, but it is necessary to help you get better. Is that all right?’

Anna nodded slowly and sat up in bed. She carefully lifted her night-dress, which was already soiled with ointment and bloody smears. The doctor first checked her vital signs, such as pulse and blood pressure, uttering a reassuring ‘That’s fine’ as he progressed.

Then he started on her visible injuries, checking her face, including her eyes, ears nose and mouth first. ‘Will I be scarred, Doctor?’ Anna asked tentatively. ‘I doubt your facial injuries will leave scars, but I'm afraid others certainly will,’ he replied, casting his eyes down to her chest.

It was that injury he next examined. He removed the bandage that he been applied by the farmer’s wife and gently probed the swastika burn with his fingers. Anna winced. It still felt to her as if her whole chest area was on fire.

‘I'm sorry, Anna,’ he said after a pause, looking her directly in her tear-filled eyes. ‘Whoever did this to you knew exactly how to make this mark permanent. It’s very deep, down to the bone in most places, and it will take a very long time to heal. Even then, the mark will still be clearly visible. I'm sorry, there’s nothing I can do about that, but I'll give you some of the best ointments I have to treat it, and this will reduce the pain and speed up the healing process as much as I can.’

He handed a bottle from his bag and gave it to the farmer’s wife, asking her to re-dress the wound.

While the many scratches and gouges on the back and front of her body did not cause the doctor too much concern, he also warned Anna to ensure the wounds on her lower back and her left thigh were kept very clean and regularly re-dressed. He confirmed Anna’s fears that the deep cuts on her thigh were also likely to leave scars.

‘The worst danger to you is from infection,’ he informed Anna. ‘It’s very important to keep using anti-septic ointment on all your wounds, even if it does sting. It will save your life. That’s also why I must examine your genital area and ask you some questions about your injuries there.’

Anna slowly lay back on top of the bedclothes and spread her legs wide apart so the doctor could examine her externally and internally. As the doctor carefully removed the dressings applied by the farmer’s wife, she looked down and saw the red raw skin around her slit, with numerous deep scratches all over her crotch and upper thighs. She noticed her pubic hair had been cut very short to no more than a prickly stubble, presumably by the farmer’s wife to allow her to locate and remove thorns embedded in her flesh. Anna cried out many times as the doctor’s fingers explored her ravaged genitals, and tears flowed readily down her face and onto her pillow. After he removed his rubber gloves he asked her how her injuries had been inflicted. Anna tearfully retold the story of her gang rape and her beating with the whip of thorns, the memories renewing her pain and humiliation and fueling her anger.

The doctor asked if any objects had been inserted into her, and whether she had been anally raped. Anna shook her head, sobbing.

Finally he asked her about her periods.

Eventually the doctor gave his prognosis. ‘Anna, your internal injuries are not severe – a little bleeding and a lot of bruising – and the same goes for your external injuries really. Again, infection is the enemy, so you'll need regular fresh dressings including a suppository. It will be uncomfortable, but very necessary.’

Anna nodded slowly.

‘I'm worried you may fall pregnant.’

Anna nodded again. She had thought the same. She remembered John, and their passionate love-making. Then she thought of her brutal gang rape. How could such different emotional experiences have such potentially similar physical consequences?

She had thought only the previous day about the possibility of bearing John’s child, and of how proud she would be to do so. Now she couldn't possibly risk it – for how could she know it was his, and not the evil spawn of some faceless, spineless German bastard of a rapist?

‘Please make sure I don't,’ she asked eventually.

‘I'll bring something tomorrow when I come back to see how you're doing.’

The next few months were painful for Anna. There were regular changes to her dressings as her body slowly healed, and her periods were irregular and agonizing. Her psychological well-being was much improved as she saw her injuries fade, particularly those on her face and breasts, though her pink nipples never seemed to quite fully regain their rubbery perkiness, and they continued to be tender to even her own gentle caresses. At least once a week, though, she screamed and woke in the middle of the night, her bedclothes disheveled and soaked in sweat, as a grizzled old German soldier held a razor sharp red-hot knife at her chest.

After ten weeks of rest and recuperation, in the ever loving care of the farmer, his wife and the doctor, Anna felt much better. Only the burn on her chest remained really painful, though her privates were still very sore and precluded any thoughts of pleasuring herself with her favourite toys.

Quite often Anna thought of John, re-living that wonderful night with him as an antidote to her horrific later memories. She wondered what he would make of her experiences. He'd probably force her to return to England with him, or would he shun her now she was soiled and marked as Nazi property? More rarely she wondered what had happened to her Lifeline operation; was it continuing in her absence, and if so, who was doing her old job?

Mostly Anna concentrated on getting her strength back. She tried to cycle, but still found it too painful, so she stayed around the farm, helping out with the daily chores. As the weeks passed, Anna became more confident again, persuading herself that her rapists’ promise to return for a second helping were just empty threats. She started testing her own physical strength and stamina with longer walks through the hills and fields, even returning to the scene of her brutal assaults to tearfully expunge her fear of the place. All the time Anna thought about how she could gain revenge for the grievous injuries and torment she had suffered – but how?

Eventually, more than three months after her ordeal, Anna was able to cycle once again. Finally, she cycled a little hesitantly once more to the bakery in the village. The same girl was behind the counter and greeted her warmly, ‘Anna, how nice to see you again. It’s been ages. How are you?’

‘I've been ill, but I'm feeling much better now, thanks.’

‘I'm pleased to hear it, as will be all your friends. Next time you come, I'll see if there’s any message from them.’

‘OK.’

And thus, the following week Anna found herself once more making that familiar cycle ride to the old shepherd’s hut.

Chapter 6 – The Field

It was now some five weeks later, and Anna was back in the old routine. She had helped many more Allied airmen escape back to England from that deserted field, and every time she arrived home safely she felt a sense of achievement – she had gained a small modicum of revenge against her German enemies. She wondered how many kills her repatriated kinsmen had recorded, how many bombs they had dropped – lots and lots, she hoped.

She was now much more careful on the cycle ride home, her previous carefree, almost reckless descent to the farmhouse was much more circumspect, her eyes more watchful, her ears straining for any unusual sound. The winter gloom was long gone and the lighter, starry spring nights seemed less threatening. She had encountered no difficulties at all since she resumed her Resistance work, and even her cheeky smile was more in evidence now. Things were almost back to how they had been before that awful, rainy winter night.

Anna sat under the tall hedge, looking up at the stars. She heard a slight shuffling noise beside her and turned her head towards the airman sat next to her. He smiled and she returned his smile. He was all right, she thought, he'd been no trouble, quite friendly and very co-operative. He was quite good looking as well, she supposed. She thought of John, and of their passionate lovemaking in this very field, and felt a first tinge of arousal. But she dismissed the fleeting thought of a romp in the damp grass with this guy – she could wait until she got home to her toys.

Then his right arm encircled her and his lips pressed firmly against hers. Startled, Anna squirmed and fought him off, but not too much. His lips moved to her neck and nuzzled her and Anna found herself almost involuntarily responding, hugging him to her and moaning very softly.

Within seconds Anna found herself flat on her back, her companion atop her, kissing her lips and neck and fumbling under her coat and dress for her knickers. He found them and pulled down hard, stretching her knickers until the elastic broke and he was able to pull them down to her squirming knees. He next groped under her coat to feel her tits, and squeezed quite hard on her right breast with one hand whilst with the other he undid his trousers.

Anna wasn't sure if this was sex, or rape, but she didn't fight him, and gradually warmed a little to her situation. She hugged him to her as he entered her sex with a sudden, jerky thrust, glad that her erotic thoughts a few seconds previously had started her juices flowing. Nevertheless, this was her first sexual experience, other than very gentle self-gratification, since her gang rape, and Anna found his harsh penetration painful and unsatisfying. She found herself just about tolerating her treatment by this man, but certainly not enjoying it.

The airman humped Anna hard, causing her more pain and making her gasp in response to his thrusts. As he continued to squeeze her right boob hard, hurting her tender nipple, she looked skywards again, hoping this unexpected coupling would come to an end quickly. He pumped even quicker now, like he too was rushing to finish, and Anna almost cried out in pain rather than ecstasy before feeling his thick spurt of semen deep in her sex. She wiped the tears from her eyes as he removed his limp cock from her sore, wet cunt. He looked down at the beautiful face below him, at the girlish freckles covering her forehead and her cute nose, at the sparkling green eyes and the lustrous, dark hair. Her smooth skin was flushed a rosy pink and he took that as a sign that she had found their sexual intercourse a stimulating pleasure. He smiled, ‘Phew, that was great, wasn't it?’

Anna sat up and tried to pull her knickers up, but was annoyed to find the elastic broken. Then she heard the drone of an aircraft engine and almost instantaneously saw the shadow of the plane coming in to land. ‘Quick, there’s your fucking plane! Go on, get on it!’

Instead, her companion turned again to Anna, hugged her close and gave her a passionate, long kiss on the lips. He smiled again at her, and this time Anna smiled back, almost in spite of herself. ‘Go on, be safe, and shoot down lots of fucking Germans for me.’

Anna watched as he ran towards the plane. She tried to tie a knot in her knicker elastic to keep them up, cussing at her companion’s haste and clumsiness in breaking it.

Suddenly Anna heard machine-gun fire, and it was nearby, from the other side of the large field. She heard a grenade blast and then the plane exploded in a ball of flame. The airman, who had now almost reached the plane, fell to the ground, and Anna saw the shadows of dozens of soldiers coming from the bushes at the far side of field. They were running in her direction.

‘Oh, fucking, fucking shit! Anna exclaimed under her breath. ‘It’s a fucking ambush. They must have been waiting there for hours for the plane to land. And now they're after me!’

She gathered her thoughts; it had all happened so quickly – the sex, the plane landing, the gunfire, the explosion and now the swiftly advancing soldiers. How had she let this happen to her? Now, she must think straight, not panic.

Anna remembered her previous lover, her real lover, and went to the holly tree and started digging with her hands. She quickly found the gun and took it out of its protective cloth. She remembered the safety catch and switched it off. ‘Twelve bullets, last one for me,’ she reminded herself. ‘Escape routes. If they come from that direction, run down the hill, keeping close to the hedge so it’s more difficult to be seen, and if you can't outrun them, find some cover and shoot the bastards. Don't get caught!’

She turned and ran, kicking her useless knickers off her legs in the first three strides. Her strong legs took her easily down the hill just a few feet from the hedge. Her boots kicking up splashes of mud from the wet field, that soon ran in rivulets down her slim legs. She kept her eyes on the ground ahead watching for potholes and obstacles, not daring to look at what was happening behind her. Her heart was beating fast, perhaps faster even than in her most energetic love-making, as she tried to keep oxygen supplied to her legs. She breathed in the cool night air with deep gulps, trying to keep her breathing at a steady rhythm in spite of the stress of her situation and the exertion of her flight. She ran, and ran, and ran, like she had never run before.

After some minutes of hectic sprinting, out of the corner of her eye Anna spotted lights in the lane behind the hedge. They were now chasing her in a vehicle as well as on foot. She would have to move away from the hedge and head into the open. Anna stopped for a second and looked around her. She saw the first of the chasing soldiers had gained some distance on her, but were still a good way behind. She saw a gap in the hedge away to her left where a stile led into an adjacent field and she headed off towards there.

By the time she got to the stile Anna was breathing harder and her legs were just beginning to tire. She looked behind and saw the soldiers had gained more ground on her, and she guessed they would catch up with her ever quicker as their training and stamina allowed them to maintain speed as hers dropped. Anna crossed the stile and started looking for cover. If she could kill or injure the soldiers in the first group of chasers, she could buy more time and distance to make her escape.

Anna ran on down the hill, her legs tiring more quickly now. Searching for suitable cover, Anna ran over a crest that prevented her chasers for seeing her for a while. Just beyond the crest was a patch of ground on the steep slope that had fallen away leaving a shallow hole in the slope rather like a golf course bunker. Anna’s cramping legs told her this would have to be the spot where she made her stand. She jumped into the muddy hole and lay on her tummy. She scraped some mud from the ground and smeared it over her pale face and neck and the top of her chest to help camouflage herself. Then she held the gun out in front of her with both hands as John had instructed her, and she waited for the first soldiers to come into view.

‘Aim for the middle of the torso – more room for error,’ she told herself. ‘Squeeze gently. Watch for the kick-back. Twelve bullets, last one for me. Don't get caught!’ The only response was the thump, thump, thump of her own heart beating hard against her chest.

Suddenly it all happened at once; two soldiers came into view just twenty yards from her position. Anna aimed at the center of the torso of the shadowy figure on the left and gently squeezed the trigger. The kick-back was tremendous, much more than Anna expected and she gasped at the sharp pain in her right wrist, almost dropping her weapon. She saw that the shadow was still standing and knew she had somehow missed her target.

‘Shit!’ screamed Anna, and simultaneously she fired again, and then again at the other shadow just to the right, and then again, and again and again and again as she noticed more shadows in the group. She heard screams of pain and cries of surprise as she carried on firing until all the shadows had disappeared from her line of sight. She knew the next group of soldiers would not be far behind so she got to her feet and ran again further down the hill, her legs a little rejuvenated by their short break, and her spirits raised by her success in at least injuring some of her enemies.

Anna didn't look back until she had reached a gate at the end of the field. There she took a furtive look over her shoulder at the scene behind her. There was a large group of soldiers around the spot where she had fired her gun, but of more concern were the dozen or so running towards her. The first was out on his own, ahead of the rest, and he was now only fifty yards from her and running fast. He would surely catch her before she made it half way across this next field.

Anna jumped the gate and skipped to the side, dropping to her knees to hide behind the hedge. To continue to run across the field would be fruitless, she knew, so she had to think of another option, and fast. She looked at her gun, and was dismayed to find just one bullet left. She had used all the rest shooting her way out of her hiding hole. This made up her mind for her and Anna turned the gun around and placed the end of the barrel between her lips. Her heart hammering against her rib cage, Anna pushed the gun further in until she felt the sight on the barrel touch the back of her throat.

Anna swallowed hard, and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

To her left she heard the sound of her first pursuer climbing the gate. Anna opened her eyes just as he landed on the ground almost beside her. She looked at him and he sensed her presence and turned towards her. For a split second Anna examined her enemy. He was tall, well built with broad shoulders. His face was square-jawed and he had sharp, young features. He was the perfect Aryan specimen, a template for the German master-race.

Then she saw his uniform. He was Gestapo, and an officer too. He must want to catch her really badly if he’s running through these muddy fields in the middle of the night, when he could leave the dirty work to the squaddies. She noticed the dark outline of his Luger strapped into its black leather holster at his waist. Quick as lightning Anna removed the pistol from her mouth and turned it on her enemy. She looked him directly in the eye and fired from point blank range.

The Gestapo officer’s chest exploded, splattering Anna with blood and gore before his body flew backwards to the ground.

Unfazed, Anna dropped her empty gun and scrambled on top of his twitching body, searching out his pistol amongst the slimy debris. She located it and started pulling at the strap, which held the weapon in place. She got it undone just as the next soldier appeared at the gate. Gritting her teeth in determination Anna wrestled the gun from its holster just as the soldier landed on top of her. She pulled the trigger hard, but nothing happened, and within a second the soldier had ripped the gun from her grasp and backhanded her hard across her right cheek. She fought her much larger foe like a tiger, scratching and kicking at him. She caught him on the chin with her knee and squirmed from his grasp as the next shadowy soldier landing alongside them.

Anna scrambled to her feet and started running again as this soldier launched himself at her, tackling her like a rugby player round her hips and pulling her back down to the waterlogged ground with a splash. She cursed in desperate frustration and lashed out at this new assailant, but another soldier quickly joined the tussle and Anna found the pair too big and heavy to shift as they pinned her to the ground and twisted her arms painfully behind her back, with her wrists held right up near her shoulder blades.

Anna found herself dragged to her feet by the two soldiers who kept a very firm grip on her upper arms. She was now completely surrounded by a dozen or more soldiers, she was unarmed, she was exhausted, she was covered in mud, blood and other body tissue and she had no knickers on! But worst of all, she was captured. If only she'd had time to take off the safety catch, maybe she could have escaped.

A shadow approached her, shining a torch in her eyes. Anna blinked and turned her head from the light as another soldier searched her coat and retrieved her false papers. He handed them to the shadow with the torch.

‘You are a filthy French whore,’ he said in quite fluent French. ‘You have been aiding enemy airmen to escape and you have been plotting against the legal rulers of this country. Furthermore, tonight you have killed two soldiers of the Fatherland and injured four more. You have also murdered in cold blood an officer of the SS, a great and noble hero with his life ahead of him. A life that was rich in promise of loyal service to the Fatherland. A man of impeccable pedigree and a personal friend of mine.’

Anna listened impassively, feeling an inner pride that she had killed and injured so many enemies, but also fearful of the dire consequences of her success.

‘You will be taken immediately to Gestapo headquarters where you will tell us all your contacts, names and addresses, code names, the whereabouts of your radio equipment, landing sites and all the other information you know of the Resistance movement. Then you will be shot, in public, as the treacherous spy you are.’

He then barked some orders to the soldiers surrounding Anna and she felt a vicious, hard blow to her stomach from the butt of a rifle. She was completely winded and wheezed as she tried to bend double in the grip of her captors. She was hit again, and then again, all in her stomach.

Totally helpless, Anna felt her wrists being tied tightly behind her, and she was dragged across the field to the lane. There she saw a number of trucks just like the one she had suffered in all those months ago, in almost the same place. Awful memories came flooding back and Anna fought back tears as she was pushed towards the back of a truck. She was manhandled inside and made to sit between two armed soldiers, with another two opposite. Gradually getting her breath back, Anna considered how she could escape, but the soldiers either side of her ensured they kept a firm grip on the arms of their valuable prisoner. They knew the severe consequences of letting her escape.

Chapter 7 - The Chateau

Anna didn't know how long the journey to the Gestapo HQ took. She didn't even know where their nearest building was. She did know they were in a hurry as the truck lurched along the narrow lanes and then sped up when they reached the main road, the engine roaring at full throttle. She guessed they wanted to extract information from her before morning so they could round up those she betrayed before news of the ambush spread. She tried to rest and recover her strength, for she knew full well how much she would need it to resist the forthcoming interrogation. She could not decide if she now regretting using her last bullet on her enemy rather than blowing her own brains out. Oh well, time will tell.

In reality it was less than an hour after her capture that the truck finally came to a sudden stop, and Anna found herself roughly pushed out of the back. In the darkness Anna saw the shadow of an imposing French chateau, evidently commandeered by the occupying German forces, and presumably home to the local Gestapo HQ. Still gripping her bound arms tightly Anna was led by two soldiers inside the building, up some stairs, along a corridor and into a lavish office. She tried to remember the route taken, still planning an escape from the Hell to come.

Inside the office were two Gestapo officers talking to each other. Although she had not seen his features in the dark field, she recognized the voice of one as the officer who had been in charge at her capture. He seemed to be reporting to the other man, presumably his senior officer, who was sitting behind a huge leather clad desk.

Her guards saluted precisely, keeping their free hands firmly on Anna’s upper arms.

‘So this is the bitch,’ said the senior officer at last. He held her false papers in his hand, and regarded his prisoner carefully. ‘The murdering spy.’

He saw in front of him a bedraggled girl, a tiny, petite figure dwarfed by her guards, her hair matted with mud, but still mostly contained by a dirty black beret; a pretty, youthful face smeared with mud and spotted with dried blood that failed to disguise her exquisite, dainty features. He noted her eyes, not so much the beautiful green colour, but the way they stared at him, piercing through his uniform with a burning and defiant hatred.

His gaze moved down her slim body, still clothed in a filthy full-length coat with what looked like a dress beneath. He noticed her dirty bare legs, the great clods of earth still sticking to her boots and the mud, blood and gore soaked into the front of her coat.

‘You have caused great pain to the family of the German Army and the SS. You have killed two brave soldiers in the course of their rightful duties, and severely injured four more, who may also die. You shot dead, brutally, a heroic officer of the SS trying to detain you. He had not drawn his weapon and was attempting to arrest you unharmed, yet you turned your weapon on him and shot him dead in cold blood. That is an evil crime. Your punishment will be execution, for sure, for that is the only sentence befitting such a heinous offence. Before that, you must tell me the names of your contacts in the Resistance and any other information I may ask you. In this way I can protect the honorable members of the armed forces of the Third Reich from other evil murderers like you.’

Anna hardly heard these pompous words. She knew they would shoot her, and she knew they would torture her for information, though she tried not to think of the details of either. At present she would just look for any chance of escape and ignore the lectures of her captors.

‘Well!’ shouted the officer, suddenly standing directly in front of her, tapping her collar bone with his short whip. ‘Who are your contacts, I want names and addresses, NOW!’

Anna did not react, she stayed impassively glaring directly at her enemy, her head held high and proud in spite of her fear of her frightful predicament.

‘Take her downstairs,’ he ordered the guards. He had not expected her to give in with just the threat of interrogation and execution, but he wondered how such a tiny slip of a girl had managed to kill three large soldiers and cause such havoc to the all-powerful German Army.

He issued some orders to the other officer and left his office to go downstairs to where the guards were taking his prisoner.

Chapter 8 – The Corridors

Anna was being marched quickly along several corridors, and then down several flights of steps. She could not be sure, but believed she was now below ground level. Eventually she was hurried along another corridor lined with doors. There were no markings on the doors to show what lay beyond, but by their spacing she could see the rooms would be quite large. Eventually they came to an open door and Anna was pulled inside and marched to a position a few feet in front of a plain metal desk with a couple of chairs behind it. As they entered, one of her guards had switched the lights on and Anna was able to look around her.

There was no mistaking this was an interrogation room. Anna noted the room was tiled from floor to ceiling with white tiles, except where large mirrors were placed on the walls, and in one position on the ceiling. The floor was also tiled and sloped in various places to grates to drain away fluids. The whole room smelt a little like a doctor’s surgery or dentist’s with a scent of disinfectant in the air.

Apart from the desk and chairs in front of her, Anna saw a number of other more sinister items of furniture in the room; a heavy metal and wooden chair festooned with leather restraints, a large wooden table, also with many restraints, and a few other items she couldn't really distinguish. Iron rings, chains and hooks hung around the room, some on the walls and some hanging from the ceiling. She noticed a brazier of coals in one corner and was pleased so see it was not lit, at least not yet.

Anna shivered and her fear grew as she realized she seriousness of her situation, and the short time left to her before the pain would surely start.

Just a few seconds after her guards had brought her to the interrogation room, Anna saw more people arrive. First came the senior Gestapo officer from upstairs, followed by another officer carrying a notebook and some pens, a clerk. Behind them came a thin older man in a white coat. He was carrying a black bag – a doctor perhaps. Finally came two huge men dressed only in black leather trousers and knee length polished leather boots. It was these two last men that most concerned Anna.

They were both well over six feet tall, towering over the slight frame of the girl. Their bare torsos were hairless and oiled to a sheen to accentuate their rippling chest and stomach muscles. Huge shoulders and long, heavily muscled arms hung from their sides. Their faces were like granite, expressionless and seemingly impervious to pain or injury. They stood either side of Anna, just in front of her, staring at her tiny body with intimidating glares. Inside their tight trousers Anna noticed the clear outline of their genitals, and she was sure she saw their cocks swell slightly as they eyed her up. She couldn't think how to describe them – only the horrible German word ‘Henker’ seemed in any way appropriate. She had no doubt that these two were to be her torturers, and they looked like they would enjoy their work.

Anna turned her thoughts to John, and mentally compared his physique to those in front of her. Although they had shared passionate sex, she had never seen his body naked but she well remembered the strength of his arms and the muscles in his chest and back. She smiled as she recalled how she had hurt her fist when she had punched him playfully on the arm and she wondered how he would defeat these two monsters. She knew it would be almost impossible for her to do so, to find a vulnerability and then to be able to exploit it.

Anna’s soldier guards saluted and left, perhaps disappointed not to witness the painful interrogation of their lovely captive. Those remaining in the room seemed to know their roles and went about their tasks without words. The clerk sat behind the desk and started making notes, recording details from Anna’s false papers and taking readings from his watch, while his superior officer stood leaning on the desk. The doctor also sat down, leaving the two Henkers with Anna.

One man came behind her and untied her wrists, leaving her unbound and unrestrained for the first time since her capture. This man walked a few paces away to place the rope on a hook, leaving just one huge torturer in front of her.

Anna saw this as maybe her last fleeting chance of escape, and she swung her right leg hard, aiming the toe of her muddy boot at the bulge in the man’s leather trousers. She was lucky and her kick landed squarely on her target with all her weight behind the blow. Her astonished foe doubled up, clutching his throbbing privates and Anna swung down with all her might with both hands on the back of his offered neck. He slumped to his knees as Anna turned instantaneously and ran for the door behind her.

To her surprise and relief she found that it opened, and even more astonishingly she found the room unguarded and the key in the lock outside. They had been in such a hurry to extract information from her that they had overlooked basic security measures. She turned the key a moment before she felt the door handle ripped from her grasp by a strong hand the other side of the door.

Anna looked around the deserted corridor and started running in the direction she had been brought earlier, her boots clacking on the hard floor, leaving a trail of muddy footprints. She found the stairs and quietly ascended a couple of levels, until she hoped she was on the ground floor. She opened another door and found herself in another corridor with doors leading off on both sides. She walked furtively along the corridor, trying to make as little noise as possible. On she walked into the next corridor, then the next, searching vainly for an external window that could give her some bearings. She tried some of the doors, but found them all locked.

As she padded around the building, Anna heard shouts in the distance and guessed that her enemies had managed to get out of the interrogation room and had raised the alarm. Hurrying now, Anna turned into yet another long corridor and started running. As she neared the end of the corridor, two soldiers appeared in front of her and shouted the alarm. Anna turned and ran back the other way as they came in pursuit. A moment later and more soldiers appeared at the other end of the corridor, trapping Anna.

Furiously she tried all the doors in the corridor as her enemies closed in on her. All were locked and Anna screamed in anguish and frustration, kicking out at one unyielding wooden door. Finally, as it seemed her capture was imminent Anna turned a handle and the door opened. Quick as lightning she was inside, to find herself in a toilet, with a locking door. She drew the bolt across and smiled in relief as she heard the soldiers outside trying to pry the door open. She sought a means of escape, but could see no window in the toilet. She slammed open the door of the cubicle and her eyes lit up when she saw a small window high on the wall. She climbed up on the toilet pan and pushed at the glass, pleased to be able to open it far enough to allow her slim body through.

Anna squirmed through the window until the top half of her body was outside the building, with her hips and legs dangling inside. She grasped the drainpipe to her left and hauled herself further through. Looking down, she saw that she was on the first floor, with a twenty-foot drop to the ground. She knew the courtyard below would soon fill with soldiers, but was scared of injuring herself if she jumped off balance.

She extracted her legs from the window, scraping her bare thighs, knees and shins as she did. At last she stood on the narrow window ledge, holding the drainpipe for support. She gingerly turned round to face away from the building and braced herself to jump. She heard the door of the toilet shatter behind her and knew it was time to go.

Anna jumped. The hems of her coat and dress billowed out around her waist, exposing her bare legs and bottom to the chilly night air. She landed heavily, but bent her knees to reduce the impact. On landing she pitched forward scraping her hands and knees on the hard surface of the courtyard. Anna scrambled quickly to her feet and ran again, this time towards the end of the building. She heard shouts from above as her pursuers watched her flight from the toilet window.

As she approached the end of the building, to her horror, Anna saw a group of armed soldiers run around the corner. She turned and ran back the other way, to find more soldiers there too. Running across the open courtyard now, Anna half hoped that an over-enthusiastic marksman would shoot her down and end her torment, for she knew that she could not escape. To her right she saw more soldiers appear, so she swerved off to her left. But just a few seconds later her path in that direction was blocked too. In desperation Anna stopped and stood, waiting as the soldiers advanced on her from every direction. She breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from her brow as she tried to compose herself. She smoothed her ruffled coat and pulled down the hem of her dress, noting the blood trickling down her shins.

Anna found herself in the center of a circle of soldiers, all stood about six feet from her. It seemed they were scared to come closer, and Anna smiled at that thought. ‘What’s the fucking matter with you all?’ she taunted. ‘None of you man enough to take on a girl on their own!’ She lunged at one soldier in front of her, swinging a hay-maker of a right hook. She missed by miles and then found her arms tightly gripped from behind and she was turned to face the Gestapo officer from the interrogation room.

She saw the anger and humiliation on his face as he barked an order. A soldier approached with his rifle and aimed a vicious blow with the butt to the outside of Anna’s bleeding left knee. She screamed as her knee bent sideways against the joint and pain shot through it from the stretching and ripping ligaments. A second, even harder blow quickly followed. She wouldn't be able to run away again.

Chapter 9 – The Room

The two guards half marched and half dragged their hobbling, pain-racked prisoner back into the chateau and down to the interrogation rooms. She could not tell if they took her to the same room as before, but it seemed to be identical. The clerk sat down again behind the desk, the same doctor was there, and so too were the two bare-chested Henkers, both looking even more evil than before. Anna shivered when she saw them.

This time Anna’s guards remained in the room, posted on either side of the door, watching proceedings with great interest. The Henkers were quickly on her, ripping her beret from her head and loosening her long dark hair, checking carefully that they found and removed all the hairpins. They quickly unbuttoned her coat and pulled it off her arms, always keeping a firm grip on both limbs. They roughly tore off her dress, leaving her in just boots and socks. They seemed surprised to find she was wearing no bra or knickers, but proceeded quickly to lift each leg in turn and remove her footwear. Anna struggled as much as she could in the grip of these two monsters, but was severely handicapped by her throbbing and swollen knee, which rendered her left leg useless.

When she was naked the officer eyed her youthful body. She looked even slimmer and more fragile without her clothes. He eyed her breasts – not large, but a nice shape and with enough firm flesh for what he had in mind, if she proved obstinate. He thought her right breast looked a little bruised, and thought it must have happened in her struggle to avoid capture. He noted the scars that marred her smooth, pale skin. He prodded her chest with the end of his short whip, tracing the mark of the swastika carved and burnt into her. He then slapped the whip against her left thigh and counted the cut marks visible there.

‘You were a guest of the German Army,’ he sneered. ‘I hope you enjoyed the pleasure of real German cock in your whore’s cunt. It’s a pity they let you go, you murderous slut.’ With a flick of his wrist he then snapped his whip up sharply into her mud-splattered sex, yielding a surprised yelp from his pretty captive. He looked at the end of his whip, and noticed a glob of girl cum and semen. He held it up in front of Anna’s eyes and then wiped it on her face. ‘You really are a worthless whore. Do you fuck all the men you meet?’ He then nodded to the two Henkers holding Anna.

Chapter 10 – The Table

Anna struggled as best she could, but to no real purpose, as she was dragged backwards across the interrogation room. She cursed her captors loudly as she was taken to a large wooden table with adjustable legs. Her torturers easily lifted her onto the table and quickly secured her to straps near all four corners. Anna found her wrists strapped just above her head and to the sides, her arms bent a little at the elbows. Her ankles were spread wide apart, allowing her to flex her knees slightly, but not to close her slim thighs. She tested her bonds, pulling furiously at her wrist and ankle straps, but gained not an inch of yield. After a few minutes she stopped her struggles and surveyed her situation.

Anna felt a cold draft around her genitals that accentuated her exposed position. Bright lights seemed to be trained directly onto her spread-eagled body and she looked up and saw her reflection shining back at her in the ceiling mirror above. This too confirmed how wide spread and open to sexual abuse her bondage made her. She also noticed for the first time how dirty she was, particularly her face and neck, but also her hands and her legs, right up to her waist were splattered with mud. Also prominent was the ugly red scar on her chest, and this made Anna mad again. ‘You fucking bastards,’ she screamed. ‘I'll kill the fucking lot of you!’

Suddenly the table moved as the legs at the bottom were shortened by a few inches and Anna found herself looking down her bound body. The friction of her back and bottom against the wooden surface was sufficient to hold her in place without her hanging by her bound wrists. She looked to her right to see the doctor wheeling a small table close to her. On the table was a box with dials, switches and numerous sockets. Next to it were many different colored leads, neatly wound in tight circles. On a shelf below were other items of electrical equipment that Anna did not recognize. What she did know though, was that her first torture would be electric shocks. She had no idea how painful it would be.

Anna tried to calm her pounding heart. She knew she had to reduce her stress levels to help withstand the pain to come. She had bought time with her earlier escape, and she knew that her torturers were now even more desperate for her to break quickly. That was bad news for her, in that her pain would be very bad from the beginning, but good in that she had less time to hold out before her information would be useless anyway. Then they would shoot her.

She thought about strong John. He had given her no advice on resisting interrogation, but she wondered what he would have said. She had survived her awful gang rape and torture a few months previously, though that had been torture for its own sake, rather than to extract information. She tried to remember how she had managed on that fateful night, but could only recall her determination to extract revenge had kept her going, and her belief that her captors would eventually release her. This situation was different; after the interrogation, whether she talked or not, she would die. These were professional torturers in an impenetrable Gestapo HQ so the prospect of escape or rescue was virtually non-existent. There would be no revenge this time.

Anna wondered if she should make up names of contacts, locations and plans. The trouble was that her enemies may find innocent French people of similar names and arrest them to face hideous torture. They would surely visit any place she mentioned and round up anyone they found there. She did not want that on her conscience. Anyway, they would not stop hurting her – if she gave away any information it would just encourage them to continue their evil torture to get more.

Anna decided that she had no strategy, except not to talk. She would bear the pain, and scream her agony shamelessly just as she had in the truck. She would try not to care if they mutilated her lovely body; after all the bastards had already done that, and she would bear their mark until she died, no matter what they did to her now. She would curse her torturers and call them all the vile names she could think of, and she would strike out at them if they ever left her unshackled for a moment, but she would give them no information at all, either true or false.

She felt cold metal on her chest and came back to reality to find the doctor listening to her heart with his stethoscope. He then pulled her eyelids back to look at the whites of her eyes. He turned to the senior Gestapo officer, ‘She’s healthy. She'll take a lot before it gets dangerous.’ Anna listened intently to his German words, spoken with a French accent, but gave no indication that she understood. ‘Get on with it then, maximum pain. We need this information quickly. I'm sick of this whore making cunts out of us.’

Anna talked intently to the doctor as he went about his work. ‘You fucking pervert, you get your kicks touching up naked girls, don't you. Girls who wouldn't give an ugly cunt like you the time of day. You've sold your fucking worthless soul to the Germans to satisfy your perverted pleasures. If you were a true Frenchman you'd get me out of here and help us get our country back. When this war’s over, and we've won, you won't look so smug then when we string you up and stretch your neck. You're fucking vile, you disgusting pig.’

Anna continued hissing her venomous tirade as the doctor attached leads in the sockets on the electrical box. He approached her with a small crocodile clip on the end of one lead. The lead split just by the clip, with two thinner wires attached to each side of the clip. Anna looked at the clip and saw the needle sharp serrated jaws, which the doctor opened and closed in front of her eyes. ‘Shut the fuck up, bitch,’ he snarled back. ‘I'm going to enjoy making you sing, you stuck up little whore.’

With his left hand he grabbed Anna’s jaw, holding her head steady, while with the right he closed the jaws of the crocodile clip on the lobe of her left ear. Anna had been surprised at the strength of his grip on her face, quite forceful for such a weedy man, and she squealed as the sharp teeth bit into her ear. He pulled at the clip to test it was securely attached and moved back to the small table.

A moment later and Anna had an identical clip attached to her right ear lobe. She shook her head wildly trying to dislodge them, but to no avail. ‘You think torturing girls makes you some kind of fucking big shot, don't you. I'll tell you this, you're pathetic, an excuse for a man. Let me up and I'll fucking show you. Just you and me, fight to the death. I'll rip your fucking balls off, if you've got any, and shove them down your fucking throat.’ Anna was getting a taste for this abuse, and even starting to enjoy herself.

The doctor returned with another clip, and this time he roughly grabbed her left breast and squeezed her pink nipple hard, causing Anna to really curse him. When her nipple had grown into a firm bud he applied the clip, squeezing the sharp jaws together until blood seeped from her flesh and she yelped in pain. Anna decided to save her strength and keep quiet for a while.

The next clip was pressed hard into her other nipple, drawing more blood and another squeal. Quickly the doctor moved down Anna’s body with his awful clips. She watched his every move with trepidation, squirming in her bonds as he fiddled with her love hole, pulling her pussy lips apart as he held a clip above her sex, just in her eye-line. With relish, he attached clips to her labia, one each side of her gash. He delighted in pressing the sharp teeth deep into her tender flesh as Anna twisted her hips to try and avoid the inevitable pain. The next clip hovered again over her sex and Anna shuddered as she felt her sensitive clitoris exposed. ‘No!’ she shouted between gritted teeth as she saw the wicked smile on her tormentor’s face. ‘Oh, yes,’ he goaded as he grasped her love bud and slipped the open jaws over it. Anna arched her back off the table and screamed aloud as the doctor closed the jaws of the clip and then pressed them home with a vicious twist, scoring the surface of her clit. She thrashed her head from side to side while she overcame the pain and humiliation of this sadistic act. She hardly noticed the final two clips being attached to her big toes.

A bucket of ice-cold water hit Anna full in the face, followed by another thrown over her torso and legs. The purpose was not just to make sure she was fully attentive but also to aid conductivity of the current across the surface of her skin. Anna gasped and blinked her eyes. She saw her reflection from above and noticed all the colored wires leading from her body. She craned her slim neck to look at the clips attached to her nipples. These were the only ones she could easily see close up. She noticed the lead split just by each clip, with a red wire attached to one side of the crocodile clip and a black one to the other. She turned her head to the side to where all the leads terminated at the control box.

The Gestapo officer bent over her. ‘I want names, addresses, codes, everything. Start talking now or I'll fill your body and mind with unbearable pain,’ he bellowed at her.

‘Fuck you, pig face.’ She screamed back. ‘Fuck you all!’

Anna turned her head to the other side as the doctor flicked some switches and then turned a dial. She heard a buzzing noise a split second before the room was filled with her own scream. Mouth wide open, Anna twisted her shoulders off the wooden table and gyrated her hips to try and dissipate the pain that surged through her body. She arched her back, bending her spine to an almost impossible degree, before slamming back down with a loud thump. Her head thrashed from side to side, whipping her long hair across her face as the agony overwhelmed her. Her movements were like some manic floor dance as she wrenched her body this way and that, to the absolute maximum allowed by her bonds. Her pelvis rose and then fell back again violently, crashing onto the bed of the table with a bruising crack. On and on she writhed, pulling inexorably at her wrist and ankle bonds until they had rubbed away her skin, leaving raw, bleeding wounds. Determined to break her quickly, Anna’s torturer allowed the current to flow through her for longer than they would normally recommend. The doctor flicked switches on and off, alternating the current between the leads attached to her various body parts.

For Anna the pain never relented, but moved about her body. First her right side would suffer, with current flowing in her ear and her big toe, and Anna would turn her body violently to try and shake off the pain. Then the pain would switch to her other side, and she would twist hard the other way. Then it would attack her nipples, the pain searing across her chest, tingling the tips of her breasts like burning needles, and Anna would arch her back, thrusting her tits upwards as if trying to throw them from her body. Then the current would switch to her sex, and she would scream even louder and gyrate her hips, trying to dislodge the awful sharp clips that were allowing this agonizing pain to flow through her body.

The doctor changed the pain points every few seconds, not allowing Anna’s body or mind to come to terms with her torture. He followed no repetitive pattern, so she never knew where the pain would hit next, even if she had been able to think about that in her dire agony.

The result was a prolonged and energetic dance of pain, erotically performed to a staccato rhythm by a beautiful, sweating, naked young girl to the accompaniment of a low buzz and loud, shrill screams that bounced off the walls of the interrogation room.

To her audience it was a command performance. They all watched Anna’s every move intently, marveling at the strong muscles of her slim legs, twitching and clenching as she writhed about on her torture table. They loved it when the current hit her tits and she thrust them upwards offering her firm fleshy globes to the Gods. They liked the way her ribs showed through her side when she twisted and strained her heaving torso and they reveled in her screams of agony and the sheer horror etched on the delicate features of her beautiful face. But most of all they admired her thrusting, pulsing, gyrating hips which offered regular glimpses of her pink pussy framed with a dark thatch of hair. The spasming twitches of her sex lips as the current coursed through them seemed to be inviting the attention of their cocks and all found themselves swelling rapidly in their pants.

The doctor turned the dial again. He turned it up with a sadistic smile. How much was he enjoying this?! Anna’s screams became ever shriller as she felt the increased current. Sweat seeped from every pore as she renewed her desperate search for an end to her pain. Her agony lasted another thirty seconds before she slumped in her bonds in exhaustion as the doctor turned the dial to zero.

There was silence in the interrogation room for a few seconds, apart from Anna’s rasping breathing, as she lay shattered on her torture table.

The officer looked down at his captive. He felt the strong urging of his rock hard cock against the crotch of his uniform trousers. She may be very muddy, a little bloody and covered in droplets of sweat and water; she may be bruised and scarred, but my God that performance had left him in no doubt about his wish to pump her sex, or maybe her arse. The thought of taking her while he stroked her perky tits with a cattle prod or a heated needle almost made him cream his pants. He toyed with the idea of doing just that, of mixing business with exquisite pleasure, but he knew that rape was unlikely to persuade her to talk; after all she had already experienced a lengthy army gang rape and seemed to have recovered very well. No, the urgent need to extract information from this murderer was paramount – maybe after she talked…….

Another bucket of ice cold water directly in her face caused Anna to splutter. This water was definitely to revive her, rather than increase her agony. Anna panted, her chest rising and falling quickly. She looked up at her reflection, a little surprised to find none of her arms or legs dislocated. She saw the trickles of blood emanating from each of the crocodile clips attached to her body, but was unconcerned about that. Her whole being seemed to be burning, from her ears down to her toes, leaving a gnawing pain in her muscles and tendons. The doctor leant over her, smiling. ‘Not got so much to say now, have you, whore.’ He placed his stethoscope on her chest and listened again, and checked her eyes as before. Anna was compliant and silent this time.

‘She can take a lot more yet,’ he informed the Gestapo officer.

The officer gripped Anna’s jaw in his hand and turned her face towards him. ‘That was just a taste, a tickle, so you know the kind of things I'll do to you. Next time will be worse, much worse, but not half as bad as the time after. Your body will feel pain upon pain; the cumulative effect will eventually drive you mad, then it will kill you. But you will not die until I want you to. Until then, it’s just pain, agony, pain, agony. The only way to stop it is to tell me what I need to know.’

‘Fuck you,’ Anna gasped hoarsely.

The buzz of the transformer was almost instantly drowned out by Anna’s renewed screaming. As she twisted and turned in agony the Henkers each threw yet more cold water over her tortured body, and Anna felt the current skipping across the surface of her skin, darting between the crocodile clips that were biting into her. As before the doctor skillfully and sadistically moved the pain around Anna’s thrashing body, watching her every move to extract every last ounce of agony from his tortured victim.

As she tired, Anna’s table dance slowed a little, her thrusts and jerks a little less wild, her screams more throaty as her mouth filled with bile. Seeing her performance drop, the doctor switched the current to her cunt and turned the dial sharply.

Anna screeched louder than ever, her high-pitched scream filling the interrogation room with sound waves that hurt the ears. Her hips bucked, almost pulling her joints apart, and a jet of pungent yellow fluid squirted in a low arc from her pee-hole to form a steaming puddle on the table between her spasming legs.

The Gestapo officer turned up his nose at the foul smell, and lit a cigarette, preferring to breathe in the smoke rather than the scent of his victim’s urine. He'd seen many prisoners dirty themselves under interrogation, and he just wondered how this girl had lasted so long. Nevertheless, the stench rather dampened his sadistic lust, for a while at least. He hoped the humiliation might help persuade her to talk, as it had with others, but he doubted it.

The doctor kept the dial wound high for what seemed like an eternity to Anna. She still screamed, as much as her raw throat would allow, and still thrust her hips this way and that to try and dissipate some of the intense pain.

The officer finished his cigarette and watched on, waiting for Anna to shit herself. That normally followed quite quickly after the pee. She didn't. He looked over at the doctor rather anxiously. He trusted his expertise to deliver maximum suffering without rendering the prisoner unable to provide information, but he was a little concerned he may be overdoing it this time. After all, they both knew the urgent need for very quick results, and he also worried that the prisoner’s prolonged verbal abuse of him may result in the doctor seeking revenge, with deadly consequences. He was reassured that the doctor was watching the prisoner’s agony intently, but concerned at the overt sadistic pleasure it was obviously giving him.

Looking back at the screaming, writhing girl on her torture table, he noticed wisps of smoke starting to appear from her burning sex, and he was about to call a halt when the doctor eventually turned off the current.

Anna collapsed down on the table with a thump, snot pouring from her nose, her tongue hanging limp from her mouth, covered in a soapy froth that was seeping between her lips over her face. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets.

The doctor was ready and turned her head to the side and inserted a narrow tube down her throat. He flicked a switch to turn on the suction and pumped the frothy liquid from her mouth and throat. Anna coughed and spluttered and gasped in deep breaths of air as her windpipe cleared.

The doctor removed the tube and wiped the froth and snot from her face, also removing the last of the dirt and dried blood that remained. He looked down at her face; her green eyes, now a little bloodshot, looked back up at him with undiminished hatred. Her skin was very pale but her girlish freckles still showed through. She was in great pain, he could tell, she was fairly close to going into shock, but he would not allow her that luxury.

The muscles in Anna’s body continued to twitch long after the current had been switched off. She seemed to have lost all control of her body as she jerked about on the table as if she were having a fit.

The doctor went to his case and took out a large bottle of a red liquid. One of the Henkers grabbed her hair at the top of her head and yanked it up while the doctor shoved the neck of the bottle into Anna’s mouth and tipped the contents down her throat. Too weak to resist, Anna drank down the sweet tasting liquid, not knowing what it was. The doctor then forced Anna to drink two large glasses of water before the Henker released her head to slump back down on the table.

Meanwhile, the other Henker had washed down Anna’s torso and legs, and the fouled table, with more cold water.

While Anna tried to recover as much as she could, the doctor then examined her sex, roughly pulling apart her sore sex lips to assess the damage he had inflicted on her. Her flesh was quite badly burned around the three crocodile clips attached to her there, and the doctor smiled as he considered the pain her injuries would be causing her. He touched her scorched clit and Anna yelped and cursed him hoarsely.

The doctor then examined the areas around the other clips on her body and found some burnt and hardened skin around each. He took his stethoscope to her chest again, and then reported back to the Gestapo officer. This time Anna did not hear the words.

The officer again grasped Anna’s jaw, forcing her to listen to him. ‘I said it would get worse, and it did. Talk now, or it will get worse still, and doubly. The doctor has given you water to stop you dehydrating – I don't mind how many times you pee yourself, as long as you don't die. He’s given you a stimulant, so you won't pass out on us. You see, I'm in total control of your body – it is mine to hurt where and how much I see fit. Tell me what I have to know.’ His voice was quiet this time, almost soothing, as if he were trying to encourage a reluctant child.

‘Never.’

The officer pulled on a pair of very thick gloves and picked up two metal cylinders from the shelf below the table where the transformer stood. He showed them to Anna.

The first was about fourteen inches long and two inches in diameter, shaped like a long bullet. From the flat end protruded two wires. Anna didn't need to be told what it was, it being rather bigger and more sinister that her favourite toy back home, and made for pain rather than pleasure. The second was a similar shape but shorter and a little thinner and Anna instantly knew it would go in her arse.

At a nod to the doctor a humming noise started and a huge, bright spark shot between the ends of the electrodes like a bolt of lightning, startling Anna. The officer struggled to hold the cylinders in his heavy-gloved hands as the current surged through them, arcing through the air with an audible crackle. After ten seconds the humming stopped and so did the pyrotechnic display in front of Anna’s wide-open eyes.

‘Well?’ he asked. ‘You know where I'll put these, and the pain they'll give you will make that last treatment seem like a bee-sting. You'll be amazed at how much pain your cunt and arse can absorb – much more than your mind will accept. Believe me, I've seen it all before. I'll get you on the verge of insanity, but not let you topple over. I'll keep you there until you just have to tell me. Why put yourself through all that agony and humiliation when the end’s inevitable. Talk now, and I'll let you sleep in peace.’

Anna fought back her pain, her exhaustion and her fear. She took a deep breath. ‘You fucking liar. You'll never allow me peace. Go rot in hell!’

The doctor took the torture instruments from the officer while the two Henkers unbound Anna’s ankles. They pulled her legs right back until her feet met her bound wrists, causing Anna severe pain in her injured left knee. The movement pulled her arse a little off the surface of the table, opening her anus slightly. Anna farted – long and loud and very, very smelly.

The doctor wafted away the pungent smell with his hand and held his breath. He noted her smooth-skinned, taught hamstrings and her round, cute buttocks as he pushed the end of the larger electrode past the three crocodile clips and into her dry, burnt cunt. Anna whimpered at the painful intrusion as he shoved it in without any compassion. He twisted as he pushed, the friction on the lining of her love channel causing Anna to squeal louder now. Savoring her pain, he pushed on and on until he felt the end of the cylinder meet firm resistance. Even then he thrust hard once more to make sure he had completely filled her, and Anna rewarded his sadism with a guttural scream of agony. She farted again.

Anna panted hard, her head looking up at the ceiling where she saw her splayed body reflected back at her, her sex and anus crudely exposed, and the end of the awful cylinder, with its evil colored wires, sticking out of her stretched cunt.

The doctor spread some lubricant on the smaller electrode, not as an act of compassion, but because to cause too much internal bleeding of the prisoner’s anal tract would accelerate her death. He eyed his target of her puckered arse hole and spread her bum cheeks a little further. He aimed the nose of the cylinder and pushed firmly, but found her virgin hole rather tight.

Anna felt the cold, slimy cylinder touch her arse and tightened the muscles around her anus. She gritted her teeth, anticipating the inevitable penetration.

Pushing and twisting, the doctor fought to gain entry. Gradually the small hole opened as Anna’s muscles were pried apart and the doctor was able to dig the tip of the electrode into her anus. The breach in the seal of her arse hole caused another long, loud fart from the helpless Anna, the dirty air escaping around the tip of the hard metal cylinder. Reveling in her debasement, the doctor pushed on, the lubricant now easing the electrode’s path up his victim’s rectum.

The electrode felt cold and uncomfortable in Anna’s virgin arse, but was not as painful as the object in her sore vagina. The doctor kept pushing until he was happy with the length of cylinder inserted in her anus, satisfied that the distance between the ends of both electrodes was small enough to allow the current to pass between them and cause excruciating pain without life-threatening injury.

The doctor returned to his transformer and the two Henkers replaced Anna’s ankles in their restraining straps. They poured more water over her face and body, covering her pelvic region thoroughly as they finished their preparations for her next electro-torture session.

The officer asked her one more time if she would talk, but Anna didn't answer. Her quivering lip betrayed her fear, her clenching fists showed her anxiety and her tear-filled eyes bore evidence of her pain – but her gritted teeth made sure none could doubt her courage and determination.

The doctor flicked several switches on his transformer box and then put his hand on the dial. Anna twitched her pelvis in anticipation of the horrendous pain that was about the surge through her sex and anus. The dial was turned and Anna screamed afresh, bucking wildly in her bonds. To her surprise the doctor had targeted the current through her breasts again, catching Anna unprepared. The electricity spat across between her tortured nipples on the wet surface of her chest, scorching her tit flesh until Anna could smell her skin start to burn. She arched her back until her spine was strained to its limit, jiggling her breasts provocatively from side to side, the crocodile clips on her nipples glinting in the white light.

The doctor turned the current off, and Anna wept as her body crashed down onto her torture table. She slammed her head back against the table as hard as she could in her pain and frustration, her skull bouncing back off the hard wood surface.

The officer lit a cigarette and looked at her face again, distorted in pain and fear. Anna still gave no indication that she would talk. He inhaled and nodded to the doctor, who flicked more switches and turned the dial. This time the current went through the two cold, hard cylinders imbedded in Anna’s body. She thrust her hips off the table, gyrating wildly as the electricity arced through her sex and anus. She pictured the sparks flashing through her body between the two electrodes as they had in the spectacular demonstration a few minutes ago. In fact, the doctor had used much more current for that display that he dared use on his prisoner for fear of killing her. He watched her agony intently, increasing and decreasing the current slightly, trying to judge her pain levels to keep her at maximum agony but not to destroy her.

The result was another writhing dance of epic erotic beauty as Anna’s most sensitive flesh and organs were set afire, slowly scorched as the electrodes heated up and spread their agony through her. As her body cooked, Anna’s screams became almost inaudible as she became overwhelmed in her agony. She quickly tired this time, slumping exhausted back to the surface of the table, wriggling her hips in spasmodic jerks as more frothy bile threatened to choke her.

Reluctantly the doctor switched off his torture machine and cleared Anna’s throat with his suction tube. The officer and he both knew that they had taken her as far as they dared with the electro-torture, and they had not broken her. He listened again to her heart with his stethoscope and made a few more rudimentary checks of her health. She would need a rest before they continued with her interrogation, but they could not afford to give her long.

A few paces to the right of Anna’s trembling, sweating, panting body the Gestapo interrogation team gathered in earnest, quiet conversation. It was now over three hours since they had detained their captive in that muddy field, and they had still extracted no information at all from her. Time was running out if they were to obtain anything of real value. They admired her courage and resistance to pain, but could afford no compassion if they were to succeed in their duty to the Fatherland. After a couple of minutes the officer made his decision and issued his orders.

The doctor rummaged in his black bag for a moment and then approached Anna with a syringe and a bottle of fluid. He filled the syringe from the bottle and injected it into her upper right arm. Anna hardly noticed, so consumed she was with her own pain and suffering, and with re-gathering her strength for the ordeals still to come.

Meanwhile, the two Henkers had gone to the other side of the room and were lighting the brazier of coals, fanning and stirring the coals with a long poker to hasten the heating process. Again, Anna didn't notice. The officer opened Anna’s mouth and poured a beaker of cold water down her throat. She did not resist that, nor the second, nor the third. The water soothed her throat and lowered her burning body temperature a little, as well as preventing dehydration, so Anna found herself almost grateful to the officer.

As she drank, the officer again spoke calmly to Anna. ‘You have shown your bravery, now think of yourself. You are badly hurt, particularly your breasts and sex organs. I will now hurt you even more and in different ways until you tell me what I need to know. The doctor has now given you an injection of strong stimulants. Not only will that keep you awake, but also it will greatly increase your sensitivity to pain, so the next session will be pure agony. Save yourself that agony, talk to me now.’

‘You think you can soft-soap me with your pathetic fucking bedside manner – you're just fucking sick. Piss off!’ replied Anna with as much venom as she could muster.

The officer withdrew, to be replaced at Anna’s side by the hateful doctor. He started removing the crocodile clips. He quickly removed those from her ears and toes first, and then grabbed the clip on her left nipple. He looked down at Anna’s face as he pressed the jaws of the clip closed on her tender, scorched flesh, causing his victim to scream yet again. Laughing, he twisted the clip, scoring her flesh with the serrated teeth before he removed it. Fresh blood seeped from the wound.

‘You fucking pervert,’ groaned Anna. ‘You're full of shit, fucking arse-hole.’

Anna managed to suppress her scream as the doctor repeated the process on her right nipple. Then he moved to her tortured sex and he ripped away the clips attached to her labia and clit while pressing the jaws together hard. Her burnt skin was easily torn and the hyper-sensitive flesh caused Anna yet more agonizing pain. Again, she choked her screams, uttering guttural groans of pain as new tears again stung her bloodshot eyes.

Finally, the doctor was left with just the two cylindrical electrodes to remove. He did so very slowly, not just to prolong his victim’s agony, but also to reduce the damage to her burnt insides. To Anna, she imagined the pain she felt when he removed the vaginal electrode to be akin to childbirth, though she had never experienced the latter, and she knew now that she never would, even if she were to somehow escape from her hellish prison. She was grateful to feel the end of the cylinder slip out of her sex but shocked when the evil doctor held it up in front of her face so she could see her blood and goo that coated its smooth surface. Anna’s anal electrode proved easier to remove. The lubrication applied before insertion helped, and Anna was soon looking at it, held up like a trophy by the cruelly smiling doctor. This electrode was covered in a reddish brown slime that Anna guessed was a mixture of the doctor’s lubricant with her own blood and shit.

Anna let her head fall back on the surface of the table and looked up at her refection again. Her whole body still hurt like mad, but by far the worst pain was in her sex and anus. She saw the pool of reddish fluid on the surface of the table just beneath her crotch and she knew she was really badly injured there. Anna somehow felt even more vulnerable now with her red raw sex and anus having been stretched wide open and now lying vacant and available for more agonizing intrusions and penetrations. Still, she had endured all this agony and discomfort, and she remained determined not to give in now.

Chapter 11 – The Frame

As she lay on her torture table steeling herself for further torment, Anna suddenly felt her heart racing. The effects of the stimulant were taking effect and were not only energizing Anna’s life support functions, but were making her even more aware of the pain coursing through her tortured body. Anna’s eyes opened wider and she looked around her, noticing for the first time the glowing coals in the brazier away to her left. She shuddered.

The doctor also noticed the change in Anna and he motioned to the two Henkers at the brazier. They approached Anna’s table and loosened the straps holding her ankles. Anna moved her legs slowly, trying to close them and flex her knees to regain her circulation. The pain in her groin and left knee inhibited her, as every movement was agony.

The two Henkers then untied Anna’s wrists, keeping a firm grip on her arms even though she was in no state to attempt an escape. They pulled her off the table, causing Anna further pain to her stiff, aching, agonized body.

As the Henkers held her upright, Anna looked around wildly trying to work out where they were going to take her. Wherever it was, she knew the next torture would involve the awful brazier, and she didn't know how she would resist that.

The Henkers dragged Anna over to a wooden frame. Anna examined it as she was brought closer. In itself it was not particularly frightening, being just a method of securing a prisoner. About eight feet tall, it consisted of two thick wooden parallel uprights about four feet apart. They were joined at the top and bottom and at one-foot intervals by cross beams, also of thick, dark wood. The whole frame was supported at a forty-five degree angle to the floor by more beams. There were numerous restraining straps attached to the frame.

Anna was like a toy doll in the arms of these huge men. They easily turned her so her back was to the frame and one Henker held her while the other grabbed her left ankle. Anna winced as he spread her leg out to the base of the upright, her swollen knee screaming to her painfully. He secured her ankle to the upright very tightly with a leather strap, allowing her foot to remain fully on the tiled floor of the interrogation room. Then he moved to her right leg and pulled that one out, stretching her agonized crotch widely again, and secured her right ankle in the same way. He then stood in front of Anna and gave her a shove on her shoulders causing her to fall backwards until her body fell with a crash against the hard wooden frame.

Anna’s wrists were pulled up and out above her head towards the top corners of the frame, but of course they could nowhere near reach the top of the eight-foot high uprights. The Henkers fastened Anna’s wrists into leather straps attached to large-linked chains, which looped through rings over the top of the uprights. They then moved behind the frame and pulled down hard on the chains, causing the straps to rise and pulling Anna’s arms taught. They both pulled hard to stretch Anna on the frame until she felt the tension in her shoulders become painful. Then they fastened the chains in place leaving Anna tightly spread on her frame. Her drugged body hyper-sensitive, Anna considered her bondage. It was similar to her position on the torture table, except that she was much more upright and she was under tension, rather than able to move and wriggle. She was again obscenely spread-eagled, and this worried her.

Anna became much more concerned when the Henkers carried the brazier of burning coals up close in front of her, and the grinning doctor carefully donned a pair of heavy blacksmith’s gloves.

‘Since you still refuse to talk, I get the chance to see how your slut’s body reacts to red-hot iron,’ he smirked. ‘And believe me, I know all the best places to burn on your whore’s body to get you to talk, and I'm going to use them all.’

‘Save your fucking breath. I'll never talk, you fucking bastard pervert!’ blurted out Anna as defiantly as she could.

The evil doctor pulled at the handle of one of the iron instruments in the brazier. Amid a cloud of red-hot sparks he slowly extracted a long thin iron rod. He held it up for Anna to see, and she swallowed hard, her defiant courage sorely tested.

Anna could not help but look at the red-hot iron. The awful instrument was about a foot long, not including the handle. It looked to be round and had the circumference of a pencil, tapering to a point that did not look to be sharp. Anna thought back to her earlier torture with the hot knife and tried to console herself that she had survived that ordeal. Then she remembered the excruciating pain, and how she had passed out. These bastards had drugged her and would not allow her to faint away. She would have to endure all the pain they gave her. The agony of the knife carving into her chest had been a deep, deep pain as her torturer had cut her flesh to the bone. The implement being held up now by the evil doctor was not a cutting instrument – no, this torturer would surely burn the surface of her skin. It may be marginally less painful, but he could certainly go on longer, for hours if need be. He had plenty of soft girl flesh to play with, and Anna did not know if she could withstand the pain he would inflict, or if she could bear to see and smell her beautiful body being slowly destroyed by this sick pervert.

Anna felt sweat dripping all over her body as her tormentor stepped closer. She felt the heat of the iron rod radiating towards her and her heart thumped hard in her chest. She tried to stop breathing, to cease the rise and fall of her young bosom, and she screwed her eyes tight shut.

Her scream of insanity rang out before the red-hot iron had even contacted her tender flesh. The evil doctor, anxious for quick results that would earn him a welcome bonus, rubbed the very end of the rod up and down the aureole of his victim’s perky right tit, just on the inside edge of her swollen and bloody nipple. Up and down, round and round, he circled her swollen bud, scorching her aureole and the fairer skin around it, causing ruddy blisters to form on her beautiful, smooth boob.

Anna’s nostrils seemed to fill with the stench of her own burning flesh as she wailed her agony out loud to the world, tears streaming down her pain-wracked face. She peed again, her yellow liquid splattering hard on the floor beneath her, splashing her calves.

As the intensity of the heat in his rod reduced, the evil doctor ceased his stroking of her tortured tit and replaced the iron in the brazier. Panting hard now, Anna bravely opened her eyes to survey her right breast, fearing to see the extent of her mutilation. To her surprise she found her sweaty breast largely intact, with the visible damage seemingly not commensurate to the pain she had felt so keenly. Sure, her aureole and the skin around it were badly blistered, and blackened in places, but her nipple remained, albeit still injured from its earlier scoring with the crocodile clip. Anna resolved to resist further, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes again as her torturer took another iron from the brazier.

Anna felt a burning heat by her left cheek and opened her eyes, horrified that the evil doctor was about to scar her face. She turned her head away from the heat source, eyeing the red-hot iron out of the very corner of her left eye. She screamed once more as the iron pressed into her soft flesh. This time her torturer used the length of his rod to burn her pale, freckled skin.

Anna saw the skin on the inside of her left arm turn bright red and blister as the evil doctor drew the whole length of his hideous implement of destruction across her flesh just above her shoulder, right next to her cowering face. Anna gagged at the horrendous sight, and the incredible, deathly stench of her scorching skin. Back and forth she saw the rod slowly pulled and pushed by the sadistically grinning French collaborator. Sizzling drops of burning sweat dripped onto Anna’s shoulder from her wounded arm. She vomited, causing her torturer to leap backwards to avoid the arcing stream of sick and prematurely end this round of torment.

The doctor replaced his rod in the fiercely burning brazier as Anna panted on her frame of torture, her mouth open and dripping wet vomit down her chin and onto her heaving chest. That had been awful, and she didn't know if she could stand any more. The damage to her beautiful skin was just too horrendous and the stench that still hung in the air was nauseating. Maybe she should give in now; bow to the inevitable. Christ, she had certainly suffered enough. No-one could blame her.

She saw the doctor turn round with yet another fresh iron from the brazier. Her brain was screaming at her to tell him to stop, to tell him that she would talk, if only he would put his hideous hot irons away. His eyes glinted as he saw her fear and an evil smirk of victory spread across his thin lips. He knew she was broken. He held the iron just inches from Anna’s nose and blew on the red-hot tip, scattering tiny burning embers into her terrified face.

‘No! Fucking Hell! I'll never fucking talk,’ screamed Anna hysterically. ‘I'll never fucking let a fucking evil fucking arsehole like you fucking beat me.’

She screamed louder than ever as her evil torturer touched the end of his red-hot iron to the very tip of her left nipple, pressing the sweaty, turgid bud into her chest amidst a swirl of hissing steam. ‘Aaaaaaah! No, you fucking bastard. No! No! No!’ Anna’s wails petered away into gasping sobs as her pain engulfed her again.

Anna’s nipple swelled up as a huge bright red blister grew quickly on her tortured bud. It burnt red and then black as it burst in a shower of hissing puss under the hideous iron rod held there firmly by the grinning doctor. Eventually he released her severely injured bud and stepped back to regard his sobbing victim, savoring her desperate agony.

The Gestapo officer approached her and shook her bowed head from side to side. Droplets of sweat and tears splashed over his hand. He found this latest disfiguring torture unpalatable, but recognized its necessity. He was quite prepared to go on and totally destroy his pretty prisoner to get his information. ‘Come on, girl,’ he urged her. ‘You've taken enough pain. Look at your burnt body. Believe me, the doctor here will find even more painful and horrible places to put his irons if you don't tell me what I need to know. Come on; give me some names and addresses. Do you think they'd go through this to save you?’

Anna’s sunken, bloodshot eyes fluttered as she looked back at him, trying hard to regain her composure and summon her strength for a response. She breathed hard, understanding how damaged and exhausted she was and that only the strong stimulant injected into her was keeping her from fainting away to blissful oblivion.

‘Do your worst. You will anyway. I'll never tell you anything,’ she replied, slowly gasping out the words. Astonished at her bravery, the frustrated officer retreated and motioned at the doctor to continue.

The evil doctor extracted another red-hot iron from his brazier and held it just inches in front of his prisoner’s bowed, sweaty face. She felt its searing heat and after a few seconds she looked up at the awful, glowing instrument, her face a mixture of exhaustion, fear and faltering defiance. How on earth was she going to resist this next hideous attack?

The doctor grinned more sadistically than ever as he moved the tip of his iron to within an inch of his trembling victim’s cute nose. Sweat bubbled in the intense heat and dripped from Anna’s nose onto her top lip and into her mouth, the warm salty liquid tasting foul on her tongue. She turned her head away; the glowing iron now hovering over her smooth, flushed cheek as she prepared for her beautiful face to be horribly disfigured.

‘NO!’ she screamed, fighting for the emotional strength to keep up her brave resistance.

Chapter 12 – The Visitor

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door of the interrogation room. Surprised and annoyed at this unusual and untimely interruption, the Gestapo officer nodded at the guards to open the door, and motioned at the furious doctor to replace his red-hot iron rod in the brazier.

In strode a tall, slim figure dressed in full Gestapo officer’s uniform.

‘Heil, Hitler!’ the figure saluted impressively in front of the officer.

He returned her salute, looking at this visitor a little puzzled.

‘I am Lieutenant Holbeck, Sir. I understand you are interrogating the prisoner who murdered my fiance.’ ‘Ah, yes Lieutenant. I am Captain Voltz. My deepest sympathies to you. Do you wish to see the prisoner?’ ‘I wish to kill the murdering bitch, Captain.’

At this point Anna started taking more notice of what was going on around her. Until then she had merely been highly grateful for the pause in her awful torture, and was trying to find the courage to keep up her resistance. Now, she looked closely at the visitor who was approaching her. She saw a tall, slim woman with sharp features. She noticed the blond hair tied in a bun beneath the Gestapo cap and the youthful face with its pale, clear complexion. She remembered her pursuer in that field, seemingly a lifetime ago, and could well imagine them as a couple – perfectly matched to breed the next generation of the German master-race. Holbeck grabbed Anna’s sweaty face in her hand, digging her red-polished, razor-sharp fingernails deep into Anna’s cheeks until blood oozed from the indentations. She looked her prisoner up and down.

‘Tiny little thing isn't she, this murdering French whore. Shot a great man in cold blood, the cowardly slut. I bet you've had her singing like a bird, eh Captain. What’s she told you so far?’

‘Nothing.’

Keeping a firm grip on Anna’s bleeding face, Holbeck turned to the Captain. ‘With respect, sir, are you telling me that all your interrogation expertise has failed to extract any information from this cowardly little whore? Information that will help catch and bring to justice the accomplices of this treacherous bitch that murdered my fiance, a highly respected officer of the SS?’

‘She is proving very obstinate,’ replied Voltz, trying to hide his embarrassment.

‘May I try please, Captain? I have been studying interrogation techniques in great detail, and I have worked with some of the SS’s most respected and successful interrogators in Paris. I have extracted highly valuable information from a number of spies there and been commended by the General. Please let me try with this little bitch. I'm sure I can get her to talk, and quickly, sir.’

The doctor then intervened, proudly fighting his corner. ‘I can assure you, Lieutenant Holbeck, that my methods never fail. I too have broken some of the toughest French Resistance traitors and I will make this one talk. She was on the verge of singing when you interrupted me.’

‘Of course she was! Well you haven't made her talk yet, and time’s running out. As a woman, I know how to find the bitch’s weak spots, and I'll enjoy doing so with this murdering slut.’

Anna listened to this exchange in German, catching as much of the conversation as she could in her exhausted, pain-filled state. While she hated the evil doctor and his sexual sadism, she feared this new enemy too. For her it was personal, and she had a deep score to settle with Anna.

‘Very well, Lieutenant,’ the Captain conceded. ‘You are, of course, correct. We have so far failed to extract the information we need from this stubborn prisoner. We need the names and addresses of her contacts, and any other information on Resistance activity, and we need it quickly.’

‘You ask the questions, Captain. I'll provide the persuasion.’

Only now did Holbeck release Anna’s face, wiping her bloody fingers on a cloth. Anna breathed deeply, concerned about the new tormentor who now faced her.

‘Do you have any long needles?’ Holbeck asked as she unbuttoned her uniform jacket. ‘Put them in the coals,’ she ordered a Henker.

Holbeck removed her cap and untied her bun, letting her long, naturally blond hair cascade over her shoulders. She undid the top buttons of her blouse, revealing smooth, flawless, alabaster skin beneath. Just a hint of perspiration glowed on her chest from the heat of the nearby brazier, and the anticipation of what was to come.

Reluctantly the doctor handed over his blacksmith’s gloves to the newcomer and stood back. He would still have a front-row view of the continuing interrogation, but he knew it was unlikely to be as satisfying as administering the pain himself to this feisty and spiteful, but achingly pretty little prisoner.

While Holbeck waited for the needles to heat, the doctor took the opportunity to examine Anna again. He placed his stethoscope on her vomit-splattered chest and whispered in her ear, ‘If you thought I was bad, I reckon this German bitch is going to send you to hell. You murdered her lover, and she’s going to make you pay very dearly for that. And when she’s finished making you talk, I'll still be here to make you suffer again for all the names you called me.’

‘Fuck off you pervert,’ hissed Anna. She spat in his face.

‘Feisty little whore, isn't she?’ laughed Holbeck. ‘Don't worry, doctor, I'll soon have her pleading for mercy and singing like a bird. You watch.’ The doctor glared as he wiped the spittle from his cheek and took his place to watch the blond German get to work. He couldn't decide which of these two bitches he hated more. ‘Don't be so sure, Lieutenant.’

Holbeck stepped in front of Anna again, and resumed her painful gripping of her captive’s face. ‘Now listen, bitch,’ she spat in precise German. ‘I don't speak your poxy language and a worthless whore like you won't understand me. I don't fucking care. I'm going to hurt you as much as I can for killing my beloved fiance and you're going to scream in agony and tell the Captain here what he needs to know. I know he’s asked you all the questions already, so just sing out when you have something to say.’

She donned her gloves and stepped back to the glowing brazier.

Anna’s eyes followed her every move. The rest had allowed the stimulant to work through Anna’s bloodstream and she was now more aware of what was going on in the interrogation room than she had been for some time. She was not sure that was a good thing. She watched as Holbeck stirred the coals with a number of different instruments and then withdrew one of them, holding it up to examine it. Anna could see this instrument was much thinner than the rods used by her previous torturer. It also had a very sharp point. There was no doubt that this implement was to be used to pierce its victim’s skin and drive deep burns into her flesh. Anna thought of where she would use it if she were administering the torture and she knew her breasts and sex would be this German bitch’s targets. Anna shuddered, fearing the awful pain to come, and the further destruction of her most intimate and sensitive body parts. She knew her new torturer would have no compassion – who could blame her – but she remained resolutely determined to carry on her stubborn resistance. She would not talk!

Anna was trembling with fear as a grinning Holbeck held the glowing, long stainless steel needle in her gloved right hand. She stood to Anna’s right and the petrified girl braced herself for the hideous needle to puncture the outside of her firm, pert, trembling right breast. She clenched her fists and turned her head away.

Instead the German aimed higher and prodded the center of her victim’s sweaty, slightly stubbled armpit. The stench of singeing hair and burning flesh wafted in the air as Anna groaned in pain. As the glowing needle pushed on into the hollow of her armpit, Anna’s groans became cries of anguish and finally full-blooded screams of agony. The red-hot tip of the needle was now scratching the bones in her shoulder as Holbeck twisted and turned the handle to try and locate the softer tendons and ligaments of her victim’s joint. The movements made the wound bigger, and in spite of the cauterizing effect of the hot steel, blood soon bubbled and trickled down Anna’s trembling side towards her writhing hip.

The needle found a gap in the bones and Holbeck pushed harder, prying the joint apart and piercing a tendon. Anna wailed in absolute agony and then shuddered violently as the tip of the needle touched a nerve, sending a searing bolt of pain through her shoulder to her brain. Her heart skipped a beat and she peed herself yet again, totally unable to control her body’s reactions to the hideous torture.

Anna turned her head and glared at her torturer stood just inches from her face. She could not really see the progress of the needle into her armpit, but she could sure as hell feel it. She could, however, see the concentration and sadistic pleasure on the face of her torturer as she continued to maneuver the burning needle in her shoulder. More blood flowed down Anna’s side as Holbeck worked her needle right through Anna’s joint.

Suddenly Anna saw the glowing tip of the steel needle prick through the top of her shoulder, causing another trickle of blood to form on her pale, freckled skin. Still groaning and gasping in pain, Anna watched in horror as more and more thin steel appeared and her blood flowed more freely, trickling now down her back. Eventually the handle of the needle contacted Anna’s sweating, bleeding armpit and Holbeck released it after giving it one final, vicious twist with her wrist, leaving the hot but cooling needle fully embedded in her poor victim’s injured shoulder joint.

The others watched their new colleague’s work with interest, enjoying the further suffering of their young, sexy victim, but unsure whether these new tactics would succeed where they had failed. Indeed, the doctor secretly hoped they wouldn't, so he could have another turn administering more excruciating pain on the soft skin of the trembling girl.

While Holbeck returned to the brazier to pick another long, thin, red-hot needle from the coals, Anna lay her head back on the cross-member of her torture frame and breathed hard. She had been on the verge of giving up when the evil doctor had been burning her flesh, but the intervention of Holbeck had allowed her to recover her resilience. Although the hot needles were agony and were undoubtedly causing her severe internal injury as well as great pain, they were not so disfiguring as the doctor’s thicker iron rods and thus in some ways more bearable. She knew her pain would continue and probably get worse still, but she resolved to keep up her resistance to this insane torture.

This time Holbeck crouched in front of Anna and grasped her left leg just above her bruised and swollen knee. Anna couldn't watch as Holbeck placed the needle tip on the inside of her knee, just behind her kneecap. Unable to move her leg at all, Anna could do nothing to stop Holbeck drive the red-hot steel agonizingly into her vulnerable, damaged knee joint. The pain was worse than it had been in her shoulder as Holbeck quickly found the gap between Anna’s patella and her femur and she pushed steadily into the joint. Anna screamed hoarsely, barely able to generate enough air to make a sound and she sobbed pitifully. Her toes curled and uncurled as she sought any way to dissipate the pain from her poor knee.

As the needle hit the injured cartilage Anna at last shit herself, depositing a long stream of lumpy brown liquid onto the tiled floor below her arse. The force was such that spots of shitty fluid splashed all over the insides of her widely spread thighs and also up from the floor over her lower legs. Holbeck released her torture needle and sprang back. Too late, her blouse and skirt were covered in tiny, smelly brown drops of her victim’s shit.

‘Dirty fucking whore,’ exclaimed Holbeck, as the Captain and doctor tried to hide their smiles. They held their noses at the awful stench of the rotten contents of Anna’s bowels. Holbeck ordered the Henkers to clean the prisoner and the floor beneath her, while she wiped her soiled clothes on a towel.

One of the Henkers fetched a hose and began cleaning. He hosed the dirty, smelly, sweaty captive down first, playing the water over her head and face, before moving slowly down her body. The jet removed some of the blood on her body and all the vomit and freshly deposited shit, which he washed away through a grate in the floor. The water also had the effect of quickly cooling the two hot needles still embedded in Anna’s flesh, and of refreshing her a little, and she opened her mouth to drink greedily any water aimed in that direction. When the cleaning was finished, the doctor thoughtfully asked Holbeck if she would like him to take over the interrogation again. ‘No thank you. I'm quite capable of making this bitch talk. She’s almost there now, just a few more minutes should do it.’

Anna heard these confident words through her agony. ‘Don't you believe it,’ she thought to herself. ‘I'm far from ready to betray my country and give up everything I've fought and suffered for. I'm not going to give in to a sadistic fucking cow like you!’

First, Holbeck removed the needle embedded in Anna’s shoulder joint. This of course caused her prisoner yet more suffering, but Anna resolutely avoided screaming, grinding her teeth together and groaning her pain. Holbeck ensured she moved the needle laterally as she pulled it out, increasing the damage to Anna’s tissues and producing more blood from her wounds. Holbeck replaced the cold needle in the brazier.

Next, she returned to Anna’s left knee and also removed that needle. This time she pulled it out very quickly in case her prisoner shit on her again. Anna squealed as the needle was withdrawn, feeling the increasing swelling in her poor knee as her body reacted to protect the damaged joint. Now Holbeck was ready to proceed with fresh torments for her captive.

Holbeck thought it safer to torture her enemy above her shit-filled arse hole, so she held her next red-hot needle in front of Anna’s chest. For a few minutes she played spitefully with Anna’s burnt left nipple, poking the sharp end of the needle into the swollen bud, producing a hiss of sweaty steam then releasing it. Then attacking her aureole in similar style, and then back to her nipple. Anna writhed as the sharp pains bit into her sensitive flesh again and again, and eventually yelled at her tormentor, ‘Aaah, you fucking Nazi bitch. You fucking stuck up cow. You'll soon fucking rot in fucking Hell, like your fucking pathetic fucking boyfriend.’

Holbeck didn't understand Anna’s words, but her tone was obvious – defiant and threatening rather than on the verge of giving in. Knowing she had to do something to get on top, Holbeck then lifted Anna’s left breast with her left hand and drove the still-hot needle into the center of the tender underside, right where her breast met her rib cage. This time Anna screamed in sheer pain and fear as she felt the heated steel entering the meat of her breast, ruining that precious gland that defined her femininity and was designed to give nourishment to her offspring. Holbeck slowly pressed further, brutally twisting the needle as she went, delighted at her captive’s agonized reaction. She felt blood drip onto her hand on the handle of the needle and smiled as she saw the crimson liquid flowing from Anna’s breast. She twisted harder, reveling in her victim’s even higher pitched screaming.

Eventually, with a puff of steam, the tip of the hot needle broke through the top of Anna’s tortured breast just a few inches below her screaming, pain-filled face. Anna struggled in her bonds, clenching and unclenching her tiny fists, but as always they were unmoving. She stared hard at her torturer with a look of sheer hatred. ‘How could one woman do this to another?’ she thought. Then she remembered what she had done to her foe, and she almost understood.

Holbeck held the needle in Anna’s breast, still twisting it as blood flowed from both wounds, covering her breast and ribs with rivers of red that trickling down towards her pubis. Anna’s screams turned slowly to exhausted whimpers as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. She slumped in her bonds, in spite of the stimulants inside her, her breathing suddenly shallow.

The doctor ran up to the prisoner and held her head up, looking into her eyes. He quickly retrieved the syringe from his bag and injected more stimulants into her arm as he slapped her face to wake her up. He placed smelling salts under her nose and was relieved when his prisoner eventually spluttered back into consciousness.

Captain Voltz administered more water, which Anna accepted. ‘You know Lieutenant Holbeck here will hurt you more than anyone because of what you did to her fiance. Tell me what I need to know and I'll send her away.’

‘No, never,’ gasped Anna quietly, still on the edge of exhaustion and unable even to find an abusive retort. The doctor then reported Anna’s condition to his Captain. She was on the verge of going into shock, and if she did, they would get no information from her. In his opinion, Holbeck’s methods were hastening their prisoner’s descent without getting results. The Captain should reinstate him as interrogator.

Voltz considered his colleague’s advice. He also looked at the wider picture. It was now early morning and he very much doubted if he would be able to extract any information from his prisoner quickly enough for it to prove useful in rounding up other Resistance activists. Such a failure would be very embarrassing and he would be expected to explain himself to his superiors. It would certainly affect his career progression and may even result in him being sent to the Eastern Front – not at all an edifying prospect. Maybe, just maybe, if he let Holbeck continue the interrogation, he could blame her over-zealous methods resulting from her grief and desire to avenge her fiance’s death. He would not escape some censure for allowing her to spoil the interrogation, that was certain, but he may be able to save his career.

‘Lieutenant Holbeck,’ he called. ‘Are you absolutely sure you can quickly break this prisoner and extract the information we need without rendering her incapable of co-operating?’

‘Yes, Captain. Of course. I know what I'm doing. She will tell all within the next twenty minutes.’

‘Very well then. Once the new stimulants have taken effect, please continue. Be in no doubt that I expect you to make good on your promise.’ The Captain nodded almost imperceptibly to his clerk to make sure he was recording the exchange accurately. It wasn't as if he had been overworked writing down information from the prisoner!

Anna gradually came back to her senses as the stimulants pumped around her bloodstream. Her chest rose and fell, with the needle still fully imbedded in her left breast, its bloody tip looking up at her. Anna’s head was spinning with the cumulative effect of the drugs she'd been given. She would need to concentrate hard to avoid giving anything away. She saw Holbeck approaching her again, looking deadly serious this time.

Holbeck grabbed the handle of the needle and yanked it down and out of Anna’s breast with one sharp movement. Anna screamed to the heavens at the sudden excruciating pain as blood now dripped down her ribs and stomach to collect in her pubic hair. As Anna’s head dropped, Holbeck lifted her chin with the sharp point of the bloody needle and forced her victim to look at her. Anna tried to turn her head away, but Holbeck impaled her on the needle, causing more blood to trickle down Anna’s lovely neck.

‘Talk!’ hissed Holbeck. Anna ignored her, desperately trying to fight the pain that ravaged her whole body, and particularly now her poor breast.

Holbeck grasped Anna’s blood-covered, swelling, throbbing left breast in her free hand and squeezed hard; fresh blood now cascading over the deformed tit and down the front of Anna’s sweaty, writhing body.

‘Fucking bitch!’ screamed Anna into the stern, impassive face of her torturer. Holbeck squeezed even harder as Anna ground her teeth together, refusing to give in, no matter what.

Eventually Holbeck relented and released Anna’s pierced tit and walked away from her victim. As she washed Anna’s blood from her hands she barked some stern orders to the two Henkers.

They approached the frame, with Anna’s panting, sweating, bleeding body attached to it. She watched as they collected a length of thick rope. Anna’s fear of these two intimidating, brutish-looking men had receded greatly since their first encounter. After all, apart from strip and bind her, they had done nothing to harm her. Perhaps their turn was coming now.

The Henkers tied one end of their rope to the upright at Anna’s left, at about the height of her hip. They then passed it in front of her pelvis and tied the other end to the other upright, the coarse rope barely touching her sweat-slick skin. Then they moved behind Anna and released the chains holding her bound wrists above her. Anna winced as the tension in her arms and shoulders relaxed at last, filling her limbs with pins and needles. The movement also sent fresh pain through her pierced right shoulder, causing a little more blood to weep from the puncture wounds.

They unclipped her wrist bonds from the chains and pulled her arms out in front of her, before clipping the leather straps on her wrists together. Anna had hoped to be able to caress her injured body for a moment to try and relieve the pain, particularly in her poor breast, and was frustrated when her captors denied her that opportunity. Still holding her forearms tightly, the Henkers pulled them sharply down, forcing Anna to bend at her waist. They pulled on, until Anna’s slim body was bent double, her firm tits hanging between her thighs, and her long, matted hair sweeping the floor. Then they tied her wrists to restraints between her outstretched legs.

Now the coarse rope bit into Anna’s pelvis and provided a pivot over which she was bent. The blood now rushed to her head, heightening her awareness, and her injured boob throbbed as it hung down, dripping blood from the swollen nipple to form a red puddle on the floor in front of her eyes.

The awful smell of her own sweaty, filthy, burnt body now filled poor Anna’s nostrils. She coughed and spat as the bile from her stomach filled her mouth and nasal passages. She tried to clear her clogged nose, snorting violently. Frightened that she might choke, Anna raised her head as far as she could and wretched, propelling phlegm and bile onto the floor beneath her head, and leaving stringy deposits on her mucky face and in her hair. She also noticed the feet of her nemesis, Holbeck, returning.

Holbeck viewed the new position of her victim. She knew the head-down posture would help prevent her prisoner from falling unconscious, but the position also opened up another area of her victim’s body to torment. She regarded Anna’s slim back, tapering from her shoulders to her impossibly narrow waist before flaring out to her shapely hips. The sweaty skin was virtually unmarked; just some streaks of blood from her pierced shoulder and some light bruising from her earlier bucking on her torture table marred the pale flesh. She noticed the cute freckles across the back of Anna’s shoulders, which spread a little down her back before thinning out and disappearing. She also noticed how Anna’s stretched, bent position make her spinal column extend, showing all the separate vertebrae from her neck down to her arse.

Holbeck knew her twenty minutes were ticking away, and she couldn't contemplate defeat, especially not to this bitch who had murdered her beloved. Holbeck picked out one of the thicker rods from the brazier and held it close to Anna’s sweating skin, just an inch above the crack of her arse. Anna could feel the heat keenly and waited in fear for the red-hot iron to touch her tender flesh.

Instead, Holbeck moved the glowing iron up Anna’s spine, keeping just a fraction of an inch above the skin. The heat and tension caused Anna to sweat even more until her back ran with perspiration. Up and down her back Holbeck drew the red-hot iron for what seemed an age. She hissed at Anna, ‘Talk, bitch, or you know what comes next.’ Anna ignored her German taunting, but she knew that more agonizing pain would soon hit her.

With her iron still glowing, Holbeck eventually allowed it to touch and burn the pale, sweat-soaked skin on Anna’s back. She touched it here and there, for only a second or two, scorching Anna’s beautiful, pale, freckled skin all over her bent back. Anna yelped at every touch, every hiss of steaming sweat.

Then, starting at her captive’s left shoulder blade, Holbeck drew the glowing tip of the evil iron very slowly right down Anna’s back, a few inches to the left of her protruding vertebrae. More sweat turned instantly to hissing steam as Holbeck seared her long, thin red line of agonizing fire on the smooth, taught skin. Anna stifled her screams through her gritted teeth as she felt the interminable progress of agony down her back. Somehow her position with her face looking at the floor between her feet made it a little easier for her to bear the pain. Perhaps it was that she could no longer see the hideous damage being done to her beautiful body, or maybe it was that the awful stench of her freshly burning flesh was less obvious in this position.

Anna panted hard as Holbeck replaced her iron and took out a fresh one of the same type. Again she teased her victim with numerous passes up and down her back occasionally just touching her skin. Again she hissed at Anna, trying in vain to extract the information she so desperately needed. Again Anna yelped and squirmed, waiting for the inevitable, more prolonged pain, still determined to hold out.

At last Holbeck repeated her torturous burning of Anna’s back with a parallel line from her right shoulder. This time her progress with her red-hot iron was even slower, resulting in deeper burns and even more agony for her helpless victim. This time Anna could not suppress her screams, yelling her pain to the cold, tiled floor and cursing her enemies with vile expletives. Finally, Holbeck’s rod of torture reached the curve of Anna’s right bum cheek and lost contact with her twitching skin.

Once more Anna breathed hard, her hidden face flushed with the hot blood flowing to her head. Her back, undamaged until just a few minutes ago, now felt as if it was on fire, with all the muscles screaming in burning pain. The agony of her pierced left breast seemed a lifetime away until she noticed yet another drop of blood drip from her swollen nipple and splash onto the floor in front of her eyes.

Her twenty minutes now passed, Holbeck kept going, fearful that any pause would persuade Captain Voltz to relieve her of interrogation duties and consign her to embarrassing failure. She picked out a thinner stainless steel needle from the brazier and immediately bent down to touch the hot, sharp end to her victim’s right shoulder, piercing a dark freckle like an inquisitor searching for the Devil’s mark. Anna squealed as Holbeck prodded her slim, steel needle the short distance to the bone of her shoulder blade. Quickly she pulled it out again and prodded another of the hundreds of pretty freckles that decorated her victim’s shoulders. Again and again she prodded, dotting Anna’s upper back with dozens of painful burns that seeped tiny drops of bubbling scarlet blood.

Having failed to gain much response from her victim to this torment, Holbeck then placed a fresh hot needle into a gap between two of Anna’s protruding vertebrae. She pushed it in until the tip struck the tough disc of cartilage. Twisting and turning the needle, Holbeck sought out a nerve that would surely cause her victim more pain than any of her previous tortures. Sure enough, Anna screamed loudly, and cursed her torturer as she felt the pain in her curved spine. But try as she did Holbeck could not find that elusive key that would send the most unbearable bolt of lightning up Anna’s spine to her brain – a pain so intense that she would have no option but to do anything to stop it.

Holbeck desperately moved her red-hot prod to another part of Anna’s bent spine and again sought out that elusive nerve. Again she was rewarded with screams and curses but not the submission she needed. Five times she tried as Anna squealed and squirmed as much as she could in her tight bonds. As the hot needle cooled, more blood seeped from the new wounds in Anna’s spine and trickled towards her neck, mixing with the sheen of sweat on her tortured body.

Captain Voltz looked on. He had to make a decision now. Holbeck’s methods were not getting results, but neither had she rendered the prisoner incapable of further interrogation. He should now reinstate the doctor as interrogator. But if he did so, and still got no information, the failure would be his, as the doctor worked under his direction. If he let Holbeck continue, he could still deflect the blame in her direction. Who knows, she may eventually succeed in making the prisoner talk, but he doubted it. Her methodology was suspect and she seemed to have lost some of her composure.

‘Lieutenant Holbeck,’ he called calmly. After a brief one to one discussion, the Gestapo interrogators held a team meeting. In her position Anna could not hear what they said, but was again grateful for the pause in her torture. She had long ago lost the track of time, but it seemed she had been tortured for days. Surely they would give up soon. They had hurt almost every inch of her body. They had grievously injured her breasts, nipples and sex and she had not given up, surely they knew she would not relent now. Perhaps that was what they were talking about; perhaps the pain was over.

Anna found her wrist bonds untied and the arms of the two Henkers pulling her upright. Her ankle bonds were next to be released and Anna’s heart beat faster as hope filled her that her wild wishes were true and that her torture was over. The Henkers dragged the exhausted, battered girl away from her torture frame. Anna hobbled on her damaged left knee; every step was agony, but maybe a step towards peace if not freedom. Then she saw a bench in front of her and Anna knew that instead of a place to rest this was to be the next site of her bondage.

‘No, you bastards. Let me go. Haven't you done enough to me? I'll never talk, you fucking bastards. Don't you fucking realize that, you fucking morons?’ Anna screamed out in despair to unheeding ears.

Chapter 13 – The Bench

Anna looked through teary eyes at the bench in front of her. It was really a very simple piece of equipment; a long, rough wooden bench about three feet above the floor of the interrogation room, festooned with leather straps to bind its victim.

Anna was turned round and made to lie on the bench on her painfully burnt and bleeding back, with her backside hanging over the end. First her legs were spread wide and her ankles tied with leather straps that were fastened to the floor by chains. Then a spreader bar of equal length to the width between her ankles was attached to her legs, just below her knees. This had the effect of spreading Anna’s sex very wide, leaving Anna utterly unable to close her thighs. Then a leather strap was pulled over her stomach, just below her belly button and pulled tight. Another similar strap was placed across her chest, just above her breasts and a final strap was placed over her throat. All were pulled tight to prevent movement, but not tight enough to restrict her breathing. Anna’s arms were pulled over her head and her wrists were also strapped to the bench.

From the position of her bondage Anna knew that her genitals were going to be tortured again. Maybe they would rape her, but not in her arse, she hoped. Suddenly the agony of her electrocuted sex and anus seemed to return and overtake all the other pains in her body.

With the strap around her neck, Anna could not raise her head and her sight was very restricted. She lay back and tried to re-gather her strength for what she hoped would be her last torture session. If she could survive this, the worst was surely over. Then she noticed a fierce heat between her widely spread legs and she realized that the hideous brazier had followed her to her new place of torment. The bastards were going to burn her sex!

The doctor grinned evilly as her checked his prisoner’s heartbeat and blood pressure. Then Voltz lit another cigarette and knelt at the side of Anna’s torture bench and looked at the face of his young, pretty captive. He stroked her tear and sweat stained cheek almost gently, and placed his cigarette between her lips to allow her to take a long drag.

‘You have been very brave,’ he told her quietly. ‘But you cannot win this war. I will carry on hurting you until you talk; no matter how long it takes or what horrible things I have to do to you. In the next few minutes I'm going to use the hot irons on your sex. First I'm going to remove your hairs and then I'll use the rods and needles inside you. The pain will be truly awful and the damage to your sex organs hideous and irreparable. The only way you can stop me doing this is to answer my questions. Will you do that, please?’

Anna exhaled her smoke and then swallowed hard, fresh tears coursing from her sore, green eyes. She sobbed. She knew this horrible Gestapo Captain meant it. Although he personally had not wielded the instruments of torture, he was in charge. Everything that he had said he would do to her, he had done. She was sure the evil doctor or the vengeful woman would follow his orders and do exactly what he had just explained to her in such awful, graphic detail. This was really the end for her, the beginning of her execution. They would finally destroy her womanhood and then they would shoot her.

Anna thought seriously about giving up, telling them her secrets, which would probably be useless to them anyway. After all, she knew so little about the Resistance. Then, at least, she could die a whole woman – scarred for sure, but sexually mainly intact. But Anna knew they would carry on with their hideous torture anyway. They would never believe she knew so little, and her two main tormentors both wanted to destroy her too much anyway. No, the only way she could rescue some small victory from her awful destruction and death was to resist to the end, to deny her enemies the satisfaction of breaking her.

Anna moved her eyes to meet Voltz’s. She gritted her teeth and said nothing, crying her tears silently. After several seconds Voltz moved away. ‘Give her water. The bitch is sweating like a pig. I don't want to lose her to dehydration now, she’s on the verge of breaking’ he curtly ordered the doctor.

The doctor hurried up to Anna with a funnel, which was needed to get the water into the prostrate girl. He shoved it down her throat without ceremony and poured a beaker of water into Anna’s mouth, splashing some on her sweaty face. She swallowed hard, grateful for the liquid, even though the way she was given it was uncomfortable. On a nod from Voltz the doctor poured a second, then a third beaker down his prisoner’s throat. Anna felt her stomach filling and knew that within a few minutes the pain of her imminent torture would probably force her to vomit or pee it all out again. The evil doctor took his opportunity to squeeze his prisoner’s pierced and bloody left breast, causing Anna to choke as she cried out in pain. Coughing and spluttering, Anna spat out the fluid in her mouth to clear her airway and then belched loudly to clear air from her throat, her face flushing once more with the exertion.

Meanwhile the two Henkers had been busy stoking up the brazier and Anna could feel the extra heat on the insides of her legs, between which it had been placed. She also noticed wisps of black smoke from the fresh charcoal added to the fiery coals. However, Anna could not see the extended range of implements now heating up.

One of the Henkers then turned a screw in the spreader bar holding her legs apart and started lengthening the bar fractionally. Each turn forced Anna’s wide spread thighs even further apart, and inch by inch the gap widened until Anna thought her hips would dislocate. Her strong thigh muscles twitched as she resisted futilely until her legs were pushed further apart than they had ever been in her life. She groaned, not just at the pain, but at the severe exposure her position afforded her sex, making the target of her next torture even more obvious and vulnerable.

Eventually the preparations were complete and Holbeck, still entrusted with the torturer’s job, pulled a glowing, red-hot iron from the burning coals.

Anna could not see the shape of this instrument of torture, but she could well feel the increased heat as Holbeck moved it towards her gaping sex. It was an iron rod about a foot long with a small triangular piece welded on the end. The equilateral triangle had sides measuring about an inch and provided its user with straight edges to scrape the skin of its victim as well as sharp points to dig into folds of tender flesh. It was a perfect tool for the torture that Holbeck intended to inflict on her trembling, bound, sweaty prisoner.

Anna’s sex and anus were already burnt and painfully sore from her earlier electro-torture, and she dreaded the further burning torture she was now facing. She took a deep breath as she felt the searing heat of the iron just inches from her labia and she gritted her teeth, trying to blank out the pain to come. First she heard a sizzle as her pubic hair began to burn away, trails of smoke wafting into her line of sight above her mound. Then she felt the awful pain as Holbeck scraped away the singed hairs with the flat of the triangle, blistering the tender flesh beneath her disappearing bush. Back and forth, back and forth, Holbeck drew the red-hot iron, covering every inch of Anna’s mound, destroying the curly black hairs that decorated her victim and leaving the skin below red raw and burning.

Anna just managed to stifle her screams at this evil depilation, but she wailed loudly when Holbeck turned her rod around and used a sharp point to burn away the shorter hairs surrounding her labia and arse hole. Up and down her gash Holbeck pushed and pulled her hideous torture rod, driving the point into the folds of her labia and into the soft creases at the very tops of her lovely thighs. The rod fizzed and hissed its torturous path as sweat and hair melted away. On and on Holbeck burnt Anna’s most tender flesh; seemingly never satisfied that every last stubble of hair had been destroyed. The pain was unreal for the sobbing Anna; the previous scorching from her electro-torture made the agony of the iron rod many times worse. As Holbeck ran her red-hot iron yet again across her labia, Anna screamed insanely and squirted an uncontrolled jet of yellow pee over the rod with a hissing cloud of steam. Holbeck jumped back, soiled for a second time by her uncooperative prisoner, thus relieving Anna from her hideous genital torture for a short while at least.

Holbeck returned her iron to the hot coals of the brazier as her victim panted for breath on her torture bench. Captain Voltz called for more water, but this time a bucket was thrown over his prisoner’s face to attract her full attention. ‘That was only a taste of what Lieutenant Holbeck will do to your sex. You murdered her fiance and she will enjoy poking the heated steel needles deep into your sex, burning your insides little by little. That will come soon enough if you remain obstinate. Until then, my men here will enjoy you before your body is completely incapable of giving pleasure to a man. Talk, and I will stop all this.’

Anna gulped in huge lung-fulls of air and looked straight upwards through tear-filled eyes, trying to get a focus on a mark on the ceiling above her. In spite of the cold water thrown over her, she only just comprehended what Voltz said to her, but she could guess anyway – the same old thing, talk or it gets worse. Anna felt her sex throbbing and she knew he was right. A brutal rape of her burning pussy would be a hideous torture, but she knew they would do it, and enjoy it. But she also knew she could not give up now, and waste all her effort and suffering. Anna remained silent, save for the rasping of her labored breathing.

The two Henkers now approached Anna, looking down at her with evil grins. She knew they were to be her rapists – she'd been here before. They had waited a long time to take an active ‘hands on’ role in her torture, and Anna guessed they would want to make the most of their chance to hurt her and gain revenge for her earlier embarrassing escape. Anna worried again about the effects of the rapes on her internal burns and that they would rape her still-virgin arse hole – virgin as far as male cocks were concerned anyway. She still valued that last memento of her purity.

One grinning Henker tossed a coin as the other called – a pathetic act of humiliation that failed to impress their victim. The loser remained at Anna’s side, looking smugly into her eyes and stroking his cock while his mate moved into position between her spread thighs, first unfastening the leather strap holding her pelvis to the bench. He wanted to feel his victim writhe and squirm as he fucked her.

Anna glared back but could not avoid a whimper when she felt the head of a cock rubbing along her red raw labia. She looked now at the grinning Henker, the one standing between her thighs, and was horrified to find that he now held a long, glowing stainless steel needle in his hand as he prepared to enter her.

He thrust his hips, and Anna’s raw, injured labia parted easily and painfully to allow his cock to slide in. He pushed in further, forcing his member up her dry, sore love channel as his victim shuddered in pain and squealed her agony. ‘You fucking bastard,’ yelled an exhausted Anna, perhaps with less venom than she had cursed her previous tormentors.

Her rapist withdrew his cock until just the very end remained within his victim, and then he thrust again viciously, grunting loudly with his efforts. Simultaneously, he prodded the glowing point of his hot needle into his victim’s flat tummy, just below her belly button. She screamed and bucked as much as her bonds would allow, squirming deliciously to further excite her rapist. Again he pulled out, thrust back in and prodded her, a little lower this time, drawing more blood and another insane scream and erotic response from his hell-bound victim.

The cycle continued time and time again, until Anna’s abdomen was covered in small, bleeding, burnt puncture wounds and her vagina felt raw as if all the flesh of her love channel had been scoured away. At last, to her great relief, her rapist came inside her, jetting his German semen into her sexy depths as he shoved his cooling needle deep into the top of her right thigh to elicit one last agonized scream and jerk of her hips from his traumatized victim. He withdrew, smiling broadly, and replaced his needle in the coals before wiping his blood-covered cock on his victim’s inner thighs. That would teach this stubborn little murderer for kicking him in the balls. Finally, he took a sharp knife and cut his victim’s left thigh, deeply and with relish, to add his bloody mark to the count of German rapists scarring her pale flesh.

Anna was in her own private hell. She turned her head to the side and was babbling incoherently. Voltz came up to her and grabbed her face, turning her towards him. He could not make out what his prisoner was saying. He called for more water and the doctor poured some slowly over the captive’s face while Voltz shook her, hoping this brutal rape had at last broken her resistance, but afraid it may have taken her over the edge. Anna spluttered and spat some water feebly out of her mouth. She was spent, unable now even to curse her tormentors or to utter words of defiance. Voltz continued shaking her head, extolling her to divulge her secrets, but Anna neither heard nor cared what he said.

Voltz looked anxiously at the doctor. This was turning into a nightmare. Not only was it likely that his prisoner would not talk, but it may be that she had finally been sent into oblivion by the rape of one of his own men, rather than the torture of a vengeful colleague. How would he get out of this?

The doctor examined his prisoner, again checking heartbeat, eyes and breathing, and this time doing a quick, rudimentary blood pressure check. ‘She’s exhausted, very much weakened, but physically able to withstand some more yet without fear of sudden death. Blood pressure is not too bad. She’s lost some, but there’s no significant ongoing blood loss. Just need to be careful where we stick the needles, particularly when they're not red-hot,’ he reported. ‘But I'm not sure about her mental state. She’s suddenly lost it, and may be too far gone, now.’

Voltz considered his options. He just had to make her talk; it was his only way out of this mess. He had to hope she had not been pushed completely over the edge into mental oblivion.

It was no use giving his prisoner rest – she still didn't need it physically and he could not afford the time anyway – it was already mid-morning and any information he did get from her may well be time-expired already. He had to carry on and hope she was still mentally alert enough to stop her interrogation and talk when the agony and humiliation finally got to her, which he knew it would eventually, no matter how courageous she was. But could he get there in time? That last rape had obviously affected her worse than his previous methods – maybe he had been wrong and her earlier experience at the hands of German soldiers had left a deep emotional scar, which he could now exploit. Maybe another rape was the way to break his resilient captive. Besides, he could see the lustful, expectant look on his henchman’s face. He would need the full support of his team if things went wrong. He motioned to the second Henker to carry on, while he remained close to his prisoner’s face, ready to catch any nuggets of information that may spill from the chapped lips of her pretty mouth.

The Henker pulled another glowing, long, thin needle from the coals and stepped between his victim’s twitching thighs. He pulled out his firm member and plonked it down on her scorched, denuded mound. Using his left hand he pressed the length of his red-hot needle hard against his victim’s smooth, round right bum cheek. Steam hissed from her sweaty skin as he burnt a thin red line across her pert bottom. Anna jerked her hips upwards, trying in vain to avoid the burning steel, causing her smiling rapist’s cock to harden instantly. Three more times he burnt her, each time leaving a weeping red scar on his victim’s pale skin, and each time provoking a croaking scream and a tired twist of his victim’s hips.

He turned and passed his cooling needle to his fellow rapist, carefully taking a freshly heated iron rod in return; this one sporting a small, glowing hook on the end. He rammed his fully hard cock into his victim’s bleeding vagina, enjoying her new, incoherent wails of anguish as her prepared to burn her again.

Anna was in her own private world of torment. Through a haze she saw her rapist arch his red-hot weapon towards her as he pumped her sex energetically with his powerful hips. She saw the hook at the end touch the skin on her left side, just wide of her pierced and swollen breast and felt the burning pain as he drew the rod slowly back towards him, leaving a wake of torn, burnt flesh from her armpit to her hip. Anna screamed anew, but little sound came out now. She squirmed, trying to move her torso away from the hideous iron, but the strap across her chest, and her own utter exhaustion prevented significant movement.

Nevertheless, the pain and anguish of his victim, plus her twitching and writhing brought her latest rapist to an early climax. He just had time to strike out again with his red-hot hook and burn his victim’s tummy just below her trembling breasts before he shot his seed deep into her. He pulled out and wiped his cock on his victim’s blistered, hairless mound. Handed the small knife, he then cut her left thigh just below the fresh, bleeding mark of his fellow rapist, just an inch above her swollen knee.

Voltz leaned his ear close to his prisoner’s mouth, anxious not to miss any words of surrender. He could understand nothing as Anna mumbled and groaned, her mouth hanging open. Voltz looked down at her. He saw her bloodshot eyes, still spilling tears and now ringed with dark circles from her anguish and exhaustion. He saw her face, undamaged save for a little bruising and the small marks from Holbeck’s sharp fingernails, but lifeless and devoid of colour. Her nose was seeping blood now, mixing with the snot on her upper lip. Her mouth was open, her lips pale and chapped, twitching and bleeding slightly. Looking on down, her body covered in weeping and bloody burns, some deep and blackened; others more superficial, scorches and blisters; and yet more long, thin, red lines of pain.

A little sadly, he considered the ruined remains of her vibrant sexuality: her swollen, burnt and pierced breasts with their ragged red nipples and the awful raw, bleeding mess of her sex. Still, he thought to himself, she had chosen to fight, to defy his race, the lawful rulers of France, and soon to be the conquerors of Europe. She had brutally murdered a German Officer of the SS in the course of his duties, and she had refused to co-operate with him; a decision that could have serious consequences for him personally. So, why should he feel sorry for the slut’s present condition and the way it had been arrived at?

He called the doctor over and issued his orders. While the doctor administered yet more stimulants into his prisoner’s blood system, and poured fresh water down her throat, Voltz spoke urgently with Holbeck.

‘Lieutenant,’ he said. ‘I know it’s getting late to obtain the most useful information from this bitch, but we still need the names and addresses of her accomplices and their operational arrangements. The doctor is giving her more stimulants, but this will increase the strain on her body and the risk of heart failure. This is really our last chance to break her, and I need to know I can rely on you.’

‘Yes, sir. You can rely on me. As a woman, I know that disfiguring her face will most likely get her to talk. May I burn or cut the bitch there, sir?’

‘No. I can't let you do that. Firstly, her mental health is now fragile, and that would I'm sure tip her over the edge and render her completely useless to us. Secondly, when her interrogation is over she will be shot in the town square. I want her friends to be able to recognize her.’

‘Yes, sir. May I use the red-hot needles on her sex? I think that will make her sing.’

‘Do that, but be careful of blood loss or you'll kill her. And don't think you'll make her sing – know you will. I'm relying on you. You promised me you'd make her talk, now you must do it!’

Voltz dismissed the vengeful Lieutenant, who prepared herself for this next, vital session. He then checked with his clerk to make sure he had noted everything he wanted to be preserved on record, and had omitted anything he did not want recorded. He also quietly instructed his clerk to make the necessary arrangements for a public execution in the Town Square at two o'clock that afternoon. Full firing squad, and make sure the townspeople know about it. Leave the body on display for six hours and let them dispose of it. Provide full crowd control, commandeer a vantage point above the square to secretly photograph the proceedings and survey the crowd. Identify and record the names and addresses of everyone who turns up, and have hit squads in the crowd to round up any suspicious onlookers.

The clerk scurried off to set the arrangements in train, while the doctor finished with his prisoner. The Henkers stoked the brazier and Holbeck placed her instruments of choice in the heating coals.

Anna remained passive; the fresh stimulants would take time to act. In the meantime she looked vacantly up at the ceiling, blinking occasionally, her body twitching and spasming uncontrollably. Drool seeped from her mouth; blood and snot from her nose.

Voltz took the opportunity of the break to light up another cigarette. He walked about the interrogation room drawing deeply on his soothing nicotine stick. This was a tense time – his career was in the balance, maybe his life if he was transferred to the Eastern Front. It was unusual for a captured spy to withstand Gestapo interrogation; even a rough, tough, battle-hardened veteran. How would he be able to live this down? A tiny, frail-looking girl refusing to talk! Maybe Holbeck would break her yet; he hoped so, but had little confidence. Oh well, just have to blame her then.

The two Henkers also shared post-coital smokes, puffing on cheap French cigarettes rather than Voltz’s brand, which were imported from Germany. Soon the air in the room became quite smoky, what with the refueled brazier also burning well. Holbeck seemed a bit put out at the polluted atmosphere, but felt it not her place to complain. She took a drink of water as she tried to keep her concentration on the task ahead – she was determined to finally break this snotty little bitch who had murdered her man and was now defying her.

There was a knock on the door, and the clerk entered. He walked up to Voltz. ‘Everything is in order, sir,’ he whispered. ‘Good.’

Holbeck ordered the Henkers to replace the leather strap around their prisoner’s lower abdomen, and to pull it tight.

Suddenly Anna coughed violently and spewed a little vomit from her mouth. The stimulants were taking effect and she groaned loudly as her pain hit her again. Her eyes now wide open, and her heart racing, she saw the evil doctor rush up to her to ensure she didn't choke. Clearly worried, he told Voltz, ‘Sorry, Captain. I think we need to change the prisoner’s position. The bitch is likely to choke herself. We should turn her over, so her head’s slightly below her chest. That way she'll stay with us.’

‘Very well, get on with it – Quickly!’ shouted the impatient Voltz.

Chapter 14 – The Beam

The Henkers rushed to undo the straps holding their prisoner on her torture bench. When they had done so, one Henker took her by her armpits and the other took her ankles and they followed the doctor’s orders and carried the groaning girl like a sack of potatoes a few steps away. The pain on Anna’s pierced right shoulder and ruined left knee was incredible and she wailed, relieved when the Henker soon let her ankles back down on the cold tiled floor.

Anna found herself held up in front of her next piece of torture apparatus. This was a simple but strong wooden hurdle, a thick beam of rough, squared wood about waist height on adjustable wooden posts about four feet apart. A long leather strap was attached to the top of the beam and further straps were attached to four chains, which were bolted into the floor on either side of the beam.

One Henker easily held his weakened captive while the other quickly adjusted the height of the beam to suit his prisoner’s stature. Once ready, Anna was pushed right up to the beam so it touched the front of her pelvis and her ankles were widely pulled out to each side of her, hurting her knee yet again and spreading her sore thighs and raw sex. Her ankles were quickly and tightly strapped.

Then a Henker pushed Anna hard in her back and forced her to bend over the beam. His fellow rapist grabbed her right wrist and strapped it tightly, and then did the same with her left. The long leather strap on top of the beam was pulled over her lower back to fasten her body tightly to the sturdy hurdle.

Anna weakly tested her bonds and found them all as unyielding as she had expected. She did find that she had some scope to move her upper body, but she could certainly not move her hips, pelvis or legs. The strong stimulants had really kicked in now and she continued to breathe hard, her heartbeat still fast but her mind cloudy, like she had an awful hangover.

Anna looked behind her, past her sweaty and bloody, swollen breasts, which hung down, in front of her eyes, to her sex. She saw the redness and felt the pain still emanating from her burnt and raped pussy and she was only too aware of how vulnerably exposed she was again in this position. She also felt the spread of her arse cheeks and knew her anus too must be well displayed.

Sweating again from her stress and the effects of the stimulants, Anna blew away a droplet of bloody perspiration from the tip of her pretty, upturned nose. She felt new heat on her thighs and knew the brazier had been moved into position. Suddenly she felt a hand roughly gathering up her hair at the back of her head and her face was sharply yanked up, forcing her to look at Voltz, who was sitting on a low chair just by her head.

‘Ready to talk now, bitch? Or do you want to feel yet more pain; an agony deeper and more horrible than anything you have suffered so far?’ Anna’s eyes were wide open when she saw him holding a very long, very thin, very hot steel needle with an evil sharp barbed point. Voltz touched the glowing end to the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it instantly. He inhaled and blew the smoke directly into Anna’s shocked face.

‘This needle will reach right up inside you,’ he explained to his coughing, crying prisoner. ‘It will cut and burn you in places so deep, so sensitive and so painful that you cannot imagine the agony it will cause you. You will not die, for the heat will stem the blood loss and the Lieutenant is an expert on female anatomy and will not destroy any organs that are vital to keep you alive. She will only hurt the most tender, most responsive and most agonizing parts of you. Do you understand? Talk now, before it’s too late.’

Anna said nothing, and felt the Henker’s hand twist her hair as if to offer her further encouragement. ‘Aaah,’ she groaned, scowling at her enemy. She took a deep breath, ‘Fuck off, you filthy prick. You've fucking tortured me, fucking burnt me, fucking raped me and completely fucked me up. Just get on and fucking kill me. I know you fucking will. Sure, you can make me fucking scream and wish I was fucking dead. But you'll never fucking beat me. You'll destroy my fucking body, but you'll never destroy my spirit. You're going to lose this fucking battle, all you fucking hard men with your fucking electric shocks, your hot fucking needles and tiny fucking cocks. And that fucking bitch with her dead fucking boyfriend thinks she’s hard fucking torturing me. You're all a bunch of fucking losers. You're going to lose to me, and then you're going to lose the fucking war!’

Anna felt her hair released and her head dropped downwards again as she heard Voltz kick his chair away. ‘Oh shit,’ she thought to herself. ‘Now I've really upset them all.’ She prepared herself for the agony to come and knew it really would be worse than anything else. She remembered John and smiled to herself, tears welling in her eyes. She saw him laughing at her, ‘You're really something else,’ he said. ‘Yes, I reckon I am,’ she thought to herself. He would be proud of her – his pretty, little Lancashire lass fighting the whole of the Gestapo on her own. She remembered his huge cock, and how he had pumped her full of his cum that night in the field. She remembered her orgasm - her best fuck ever. She moaned quietly………

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Anna screamed like an animal as she felt the red-hot needle entering her sore, stretched pussy. The sharp barbed point scraped into the wall of her love channel, cutting into her most sensitive places like a razor, hissing steam and burning the already damaged flesh with a fiery agony that shot like lightning to the very heart and soul of the poor, wretched girl.

Anna’s screams rebounded off the floor just a few inches below her head, filling her ears like white noise. Her body shuddered on the unmoving wooden beam, her head thrashed around madly and her poor, tortured breasts swung painfully from side to side. She vainly tried to stretch so she could smash her head against the hard, tiled floor and put a merciful end to her agonized suffering. Her heart just pounded faster and faster, seemingly spreading her pain throughout her body in her bloodstream. She peed, a hissing yellow stream down her inner thighs, but still the pain continued as her torturer moved the horrible needle even deeper into her, twisting it to scrape her love channel with its sharp barbs, pushing and pulling to cut away thin slithers of tender and burnt flesh.

Anna retched; bile and vomit mixed with blood rose from her empty stomach and trickled from her nose and mouth onto the floor. Her head pounded as though her brain was trying to burst out of her skull. Her wide eyes stared unblinking, unseeing as her senses approached meltdown.

Holbeck was now on her second red-hot needle. Mindful of the Captain’s strict instructions, she was careful to ensure she kept very hot torture instruments in play. This implement was a very long, straight needle with a fine, sharp point. With Holbeck’s devilish skill, it was long enough to reach her victim’s cervix, and Anna soon felt that delicate organ prodded and pierced with excruciating, burning pain.

A hand grabbed her hair again and Voltz bellowed in her ear. ‘Well bitch! Had enough yet? Ready to talk now?’

Too consumed in her own agony, Anna did not reply. Her bright red face glowered at Voltz, who could not mistake her desperate defiance. He released her and stormed off.

Anna’s heart thumped harder and faster still. Sweat flowed from every pore, coursing down her sexy, slim legs, trickling in rivulets down her torso on front and back, dripping from her hanging, torn nipples and spraying from her tangled hair as her head whipped from side to side in agony, trying desperately to throw off the awful pain that was being inflicted on her.

She didn't notice when Holbeck pulled her cooling needle from her sex and exchanged it for another new, freshly heated implement of torture. This was a shorter tool, a scalpel, but was still red-hot, so its keen cutting edge would not cause fatal blood loss. Anna felt Holbeck seeking out her sore clit, pulling it and squeezing it spitefully. She screamed, and almost begged, as she felt the scalpel cut into her love bud, not too deep, but agonizingly painfully. Many, many tiny, ultra-thin, burning cuts tortured her pleasure center as Holbeck systematically set about destroying her most precious organ.

Again Voltz grasped her hair and sought her surrender, almost pleading now as the end approached. Through her intolerable agony, Anna’s brain somehow recognized what her sadistic enemy was doing to her. She wept as she finally accepted her own destiny. She could never love again, never again could she enjoy the beautiful thrill of a sexual orgasm with a man like John. Death was now only a short step away. She was only 23 but her life was over.

With a final, ear-splitting screech and a short frenzy of bucking and shaking, Anna went limp. Her body still twitched but her screams were silenced in spite of Holbeck’s continued slicing of her poor, mangled clit. After a few seconds Holbeck stopped her activity and withdrew her scalpel. The doctor examined their prisoner and confirmed her condition.

Voltz issued his orders.

‘Right. She dies at two o'clock in the Town Square. Until then, leave her here. At one o'clock wake her up, clean her up, just her face, and tie her hair back out of the way. Put her coat on her and take her to the square. Come and see her die if you want. Lieutenant, you can join the firing squad if you wish. That’s all. Go get some food and rest.’

‘Captain Voltz, sir. May we fuck the bitch’s arse, please sir? It’s the only hole worth doing, and I think she’s unused there. It would be a pity for the bitch to be shot before she felt a German cock or two up there, sir,’ enquired a Henker politely.

‘No, you may not. The bitch won't feel it, and you might kill her. I can't afford the risk.’

Finally, Voltz looked at the clerk. ‘You, come with me,’ he ordered, as he strode purposefully to the door.

Chapter 15 – The Town Square

Just before one o'clock Voltz returned to the interrogation room, taking the rather perfunctory salutes of the two new guards.

He was still anxious about the possible repercussions of his failure to extract information from his prisoner, but he had spent a goodly length of time with his trusty clerk to ensure the formal report of her interrogation painted a fair picture – fair as far as he was concerned anyway. After all, the bitch had been ready to give in just when Holbeck had interrupted them and insisted on taking over. What else could he do but help her dispel her grief by letting her help in the interrogation of her lover’s killer? The record showed that she had been most definite in her many promises that she would be able to make the bitch talk.

The doctor had laid the prisoner on her side on the flat torture table. He was washing her staring, expressionless face with a damp rag. The exercise did little to improve her appearance; her bloodshot eyes, darkly ringed; her colorless, chapped lips; her bloodied ear lobes; and her deathly pale complexion. Even her cute freckles seemed to have faded away, replaced by odd scratches and bruises that seemed to be more prominent now. Still, she was recognizable to anyone who knew her, and that was all that mattered to Voltz.

If he had not seen her shallow breathing, Voltz would have sworn she was dead already.

‘I need the bitch conscious for her execution,’ he stated almost absent-mindedly.

‘I know,’ replied the doctor a little irritably. ‘Don't worry, she'll look the part, though I doubt she'll really know what’s going on. That damn woman drove her mad, cutting up her clit like that. I told you to let me do the interrogation – we'd have got our information hours ago if you'd let me carry on.’

‘Shut up!’ snapped Voltz. ‘You had your chance, but you didn't make the bitch talk. If the shit hits the fan with this, I'll take you down with me. I might not be able to send you to the Eastern Front, but I can sure as hell get you locked up, or shot, as a French spy who collaborated with the Resistance to ensure the bitch didn't talk. If I were you I'd be sure to confirm what’s written in the formal report.’

The doctor prepared an oral stimulant and poured it into his condemned prisoner’s mouth, holding her head up to allow the liquid to trickle down her throat. He followed it with beakers of water until Anna spluttered back to semi-consciousness. He then administered a strong dose of morphine so she would withstand the awful pain in her body for the hour or so before she would die.

Anna’s eyes fluttered, but her mind refused to engage, driven out by the insane memories of the recent barbaric sexual torture of her broken body.

The doctor let her lie there, curled up in the foetal position. He knew that with lots of loving care she might recover her senses at some stage, if the physical damage to her body didn't kill her first. But she was to be shot in less than an hour’s time, and a drug-induced consciousness was the best he could do in the short timescale.

At half past one the two Henkers entered, suitably refreshed and in full uniform now. They were still unhappy about missing out on raping their prisoner’s arse. It would have been nice and tight, they were sure, and as a virgin orifice it would have been another valuable entry on their personal score cards. Under direction from the doctor, they pulled their prisoner off her table and held her upright. She was too weak to stand on her own, so one held her up while the other pulled her filthy, blood-covered overcoat over her arms. He did up a few of the buttons and fastened the belt around her waist. The doctor then gathered her sticky, matted, tangled dark hair and pulled it away from her face. He bunched it behind her head in an untidy ponytail and tied it with a short piece of cloth torn from her tattered dress. The Henker then pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists tightly together with a thin rope.

Throughout this, Anna stared vacantly ahead, blinking as tears welled in her eyes and poured slowly down her ashen cheeks. Occasionally a shiver crept over her body and she would utter a short, low moan. The Henkers marched her from the interrogation room and out into the courtyard. For the most part they carried her by the arms, her bare toes scraping and skipping across the ground, her legs totally unable to support her, let alone walk.

Anna felt the warm afternoon sun on her face and smiled slightly. ‘What a nice day,’ she thought absent-mindedly.

The Henkers took her to a truck and hauled her inside, one sitting each side of her on the short journey into town.

The truck came to a halt and Anna was pulled down onto the ground. She looked around at the unfamiliar sight. She had never been to this town before. In fact, she didn't even know which town it was. She could see she was in the Town Square, which had been cleared. German soldiers were positioned all round, keeping at bay a number of local townsfolk. As she was brought into the center of the square, Anna searched for familiar faces in the small crowd. She saw none. Then she caught a fleeting glimpse of a large, extremely handsome, muscular man dressed as a typical French merchant. He was staring straight at her, his eyes piercing her, finding and entering her very soul.

It was John! He was here; he could save her; he would save her, he would take her away from these horrible people who had hurt her so much; he would care for her, protect her, help her get well again, and love her for ever!

She shouted out to him, ‘John, John, it’s me, Anna. I love you. Save me, John, please save me. I promise I'll come back to England with you this time, when the plane comes.’ But no words were formed, and no sound came out from her gaping mouth. Then he was gone, disappeared back into the crowd, as if he had never been there.

As Anna was dragged along, she saw the line of tall, thick wooden posts in the center of the Town Square. She was taken to the post in the middle of the line and placed with her back to it. The Henkers wrapped a thick rope around her body, from her neck, across her shoulders and chest and down over her thighs, and pulled it very tight, so Anna’s body could not slide down the post. Anna blinked in the sunshine, trying through tear-filled eyes to find where John had gone. She wanted to see how he rescued her, how he defeated all these German soldiers and carried her away to safety. She found focusing difficult. She could not see him, but she knew he was there somewhere.

Instead she saw Voltz standing just in front of her. He addressed the small crowd of French onlookers and the rather larger contingent of German soldiers. He briefly announced the condemned prisoner’s heinous crimes, and the just sentence to be carried out. He warned that the body of the executed prisoner must not be removed for at least six hours, basically until nightfall, in order to act as a stark deterrent to other would-be spies.

He then turned towards his prisoner. She looked impassively straight back at him. She looked very calm. He was surprised at the level of her recovery from her near comatose state in the interrogation room.

‘Now, you die, bitch,’ he sneered as he grabbed the lapels of her gore smeared overcoat and ripped it open, scattering the buttons above the belt all over the town square. His action revealed his prisoner’s pale chest to the crowd, showing the swell of her swollen breasts and the cleavage between. He saw the injuries from her interrogation clearly visible on his prisoner’s dirty, bloody skin, with the dark red mark of the swastika carved into her sternum showing most prominently. It would make a good target for the firing squad. He fingered the hideous mark, tracing it once more on his prisoner’s twitching skin with his dirty digit.

Anna looked down at it and wept. She had always known she would carry that awful mark to her death. She looked up again, holding her head up high and straightening her back to stand proudly upright. Summoning every last ounce of energy from her exhausted body, she spat with all her might at Voltz, catching him squarely on his left cheek. She sneered at him as he wiped the small amount of spittle from his angry face. Voltz turned away from his still defiant prisoner, cursing her under his breath for demeaning him in public. The clock at the church next to the Town Square struck, and he barked his orders to the sergeant in charge of the firing squad and marched to the side of the square to witness the execution of his feisty, little enemy. Anna shook her head and blinked to try and clear her eyes. She watched the soldiers of the firing squad march precisely into position in a line just a few yards in front of her. There seemed to be dozens of them. She hated them all, for being German soldiers like the ones who had raped her, tortured her and given her that disgusting mark that she now displayed to them on her bare chest.

She saw a female Gestapo Lieutenant in the center of the firing squad and re-doubled her efforts to focus clearly. She snarled as she fixed her eyes on her chief enemy. How she would like to do to that cow the same brutal, awful, sick, sadistic things she had done to her. She still wasn't sure if Holbeck had really tried to make her talk, or if she had been content to keep on torturing her as long as she could to avenge her lover’s death. Anna gave a low growl as the throbbing pain in her tortured clit suddenly reminded her of Holbeck’s last act of agonizing defilement. She imagined the tables turned and the Nazi cow naked, bleeding and pleading Anna for mercy; betraying all her friends and offering Anna the world in a bid to save her own pathetic skin.

Anna heard the sergeant’s order and the squad loaded their rifles. ‘Come on, John, you're leaving this a bit late aren't you?’ she thought.

Another shout and they aimed, half a dozen weapons pointing directly at Anna’s exposed chest. ‘It’s OK, John’s timing is always impeccable. Here he is, I can feel his strong hand on my shoulder! I'm safe!’

Anna’s heart skipped a beat in excitement at her lover’s tender touch. She smiled.

One more shout from the sergeant.

B-B-B-B-B-BANG!