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Diary of a Nazi Rape Squad
by award winning S&M erotica author Jill Crokett
Chapter 5
August 17, 1941, somewhere in western part of the Soviet Socialist Republic of Ukraine
I sent word ahead to my soldiers in the village square to arrange for four nooses to be hung the side-by-side from the makeshift gallows. The village men were to remain held prisoner inside the livestock holding pen, stripped naked and under guard. About 75 women of the village, ranging in age from girls to mature women in their 50’s, were randomly selected by my lieutenant, and these villagers were to be assembled in a straight-line in the village square before our arrival from the woods.
These 75 girls, wives, and mothers were stripped completely naked in public at gunpoint. Upon my group’s arrival from the woods into the village square they were obediently standing in a long facing me line with their hands atop their heads. Many were crying; they all looked terrified. They would be forced to watch the public executions of the underground resistance operatives, who I had determined were the mayor’s wife, the middle-aged schoolteacher and her husband, and the village Baker’s wife, who was also the mayor’s daughter.
I marched my four condemned prisoners into the village square, parading them in front of the horde of naked females. The mayor’s wife and daughter began crying aloud as soon as they saw the four nooses hanging from the makeshift gallows. I wasted no time as I immediately pronounced sentence on the four.
“I find all four of you subversives guilty of cooperating with the enemies of the Reich, and I hereby sentence each of you to death by slow hanging.”
The mayor wife and daughter wept aloud, mumbling “Nine, nine, mine hare, bita, bita” attempting to plead in fractured German.
“Before you are hanged, each one of you will be forced to suffer in front of your neighbors.”
Turning to address the lone male condemned prisoner I said “Before your hanging, you will be staked down spread eagle to the ground. You will then have your male organs bound tightly with a cord, and that cord will be thrown over the gallows above. Then your crotch and pelvis will be lifted up from the ground by that cord. In this position a sharp wooden spike will be pounded up your rectum.”
There was shocked silence among the villagers.
Turning to the mayor’s wife I said “You ma’am will have each of your huge breasts bound tightly with cord. With your hands tightly bound wrist to elbow behind you, you will then be hung from the gallows by your tits instead of her neck. After you have hanged sufficiently by your mammoth tits, you will be taken down and then tied with your legs spread apart and a sharp wooden spike will be hammered up your shaved vagina.”
“Nine, nine, mine hare” she screamed in broken German, her fat tits jiggling to her hysterical retort.
“But this will not be done until you have witnessed the torture and execution of your own daughter” I added.
Walking up to the mayor’s daughter, I reached forward and fondled her firm, slightly upturned tities, their nipples erect in the evening air. Her neighbors watched in shock as I felt up the married woman as if she were a house pet.
“You, young lady” I said to the weeping young wife as I now publicly fondled her pussy, “will first have your arms bound tight behind you, then you’ll be strung up from the gallows upside down by your ankles, with your legs apart. My staff barber will then shave your twat clean with a straight razor while his attendants bind your small tits ultra tight with cord. The barber will then slowly slice off your nipples, one at a time.
“No, no, please not that, no” screamed the daughter and mother in unison.
As their pleads changed to sobs as I added “Then you will have a short, sharp wooden pole pounded into your pussy. But don’t worry, young frau, you’ll still be alive, at least until we slowly hang you by your neck.”
“But before we begin you be made to suck off five of my youngest soldiers, green troops really, just boys right off the farm. It will be a little show for your neighbors. We’re even going to bring your husband over from the pig pen to watch. A little good bye present for him, eh?” I added with cruel pleasure.
“No sir, please my dear colonel, no, not my husband, please!” she begged, tears now rolling down both cheeks.
Walking over to the schoolteacher I announced angrily “You, ma’am, the main instigator, you will be bound with your arms tied tight behind you. You will then be tied down on your back to a wooden picnic table with your ankles tied down up over your shoulders. Your knees bound wide apart to the sides of the table. You will be positioned so that your bottom will hang over the edge of the table. I will have my barber carefully shave your pussy smooth, then I will personally take a short, half-meter-long bullwhip and whip your pussy crack and butt cheeks severely, over one hundred times. Then ten of my horniest soldiers will gang rape your whipped pussy before you are very slowly hanged.”
The teacher hung her head and cried at the horrible sentence.
I ordered my men to start with the mayor’s daughter. Her handsome young husband, the village baker, was brought to the town square, and he and her mother, both naked themselves, were forced to watch the proceedings. Five of my soldiers formed a queue in front of them and unbuckled their pants, dropping them to the ground. Several of the horny young boys were already erect. The baker’s nude young wife was knelt in front of them, and without being told she immediately began to suck their cocks, one at a time. As she was swallowing the shooting load of the first spasming young soldier, her hands instinctively raised up and began to stroke the erect cocks of the soldiers to each side of her, getting them ready for her wet mouth. It was an erotic sight indeed. To my surprise even her husband grew erect at the sight. Seeing this, I ordered his heavy titted mature mother-in-law next to him to kneel and suck his cock. To my surprise she didn’t hesitate, and he quickly shot off into the old woman’s throat just as his young wife was gagging to swallow her third thick, voluminous mouthful of Arian ejaculate from a young blond Nazi. The village girls cringed as they were forced to watch the young frau swallow load after load of dick shot.
When she finished sucking off the five soldier boys, we tied her arms tightly behind her, bound her ankles, then hoisted the young wife upside down from the gallows. Once our barber had clean shaved her cunt I had the company photographer take some pictures of her hanging inverted for my collection. She really looked good hanging with her legs apart. She was praying and pleading as her small tits were bound tight as the barber re-sharpened his long straight razor with a leather strop. Once her titties were bound with cord, the young woman screamed as the barber lifted his razor as he pinched her nipple hard and pulled on it. Without hesitation he sliced the tit, slowly working around the areola, cutting away at her tit. Her screams were deafening as she twisted and flexed her knees in a vain attempt to free herself, drawing laughter from my men. The Mayor’s wife also screamed and pleaded for her daughter, and I was forced to slap her hard across the face to shut her up. When I knocked her square across the face with the palm of my hand, her huge fat tits jiggled like bouncing foosballs.
The witnesses were terrified at the violent act of seeing the jung frau lose the tips of her tits, and many refused to watch, so I announced that my soldiers would shoot any girl or woman who looked away. As they were forced to watch, one of the 75 naked female witnesses, a middle-aged woman, fainted. I ordered my men to shoot her. At the sound of the gunshot several of the witnesses pissed themselves with fright. A few others vomited. The sound of gunfire does take some getting use to. Even hunting dogs must be gradually acclimated to it.
As soon as the baker’s wife’s nipples had been sliced off, her ankle ropes were lowered and two of my soldiers grabbed her by her shoulders and lifted her horizontally as two other soldiers aligned a thin, sharp pole with her vagina. She and many others watching shrieked as my brave men rammed it in her pussy. Her screams were deafening, and the young woman soon lost consciousness.
I decided that there was no use to hang an unconscious woman. I had my men cut lose her ankle ropes. Then they set the sharp wooden pole in a hole in the ground and stabilized it with wooden wedges. The village girls and women, not to mention the condemned’s husband and mother, watched in horror and wept aloud as soldiers lifted up the unconscious woman and impaled her through her pussy, placing her upright on display in the village square. As they did the naked young woman slid several feet onto the post. A sign was placed around her neck which read “enemy of the fuehrer.”
We then moved on to the school teacher’s husband. His hands were staked down, spread out beneath the gallows without trouble, but he struggled as we tried to tie his legs down spread eagled. It took several of my men to hold his legs opened as they were strapped down wide open to the stakes. He screamed as the barber, who first shaved his cock and balls, tied his smooth organs tight with clothesline cord. This cord was passed over the gallows bar and the man’s hips and pelvis were lifted up off the ground by his stretched sex tools as the cord was hoisted. Once his pelvis was raised with his butt off the ground, the men aligned a sharp wooden rod with his ass hole. They used a sledgehammer to pound it in. As they hammered he screamed for mercy and his naked wife fell to her knees sobbing.
Once he was thoroughly impaled we cut his ropes loose and raised him up for the women to see. His wrists and ankles were cuffed in a hogtied fashion behind him. His body settled onto the sharp hole as he groaned, and we set the pole upright in a hole. The barber then approached with his razor, and, standing to one side so the village women could see, first cut off the tip of his penis, then the full head, then the entire dick as the man attempted a garbled scream.
His wife, the middle-aged schoolteacher, was next, but it is late, and I will save that for tomorrow, dear diary.
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