Captured SS Officers [Edited and Revised]

The captain came awake slowly; he tried to move then looked around him finding Jean-Pierre. “Release me at once,” he shouted.

“I do not think I will do that, you and your kind have a lot to answer for.”

“They will look for me, my driver will…”

“No he will not, I shot him, but they will look for you when they miss you. They just will not find you,” Jean-Pierre freed the captain’s legs he aimed his gun. “Up or I shoot you now,” the captain struggled to his feet. “Go ahead of me down that path,” Jean-Pierre indicated the left hand path, the captain started down it.

“What do you intend doing with me?”

“You will find out, filthy nazi pig,” eventually they reached a large house. Jean-Pierre slammed the butt of his gun into the captain’s head; he went down as if poleaxed. Jean-Pierre dragged him into the house and down through a trapdoor into the large cavern that the house was built over. Jean-Pierre felt the eyes of his other prisoners boring into his back, watching as he stripped the captain until he was naked then chained him to rings in the rock wall. He opened a cupboard removed a whip and locked his gun in it and freed the prisoner he’d captured first of all. The man knelt before him; Jean-Pierre moved away and sat in a large throne-like chair. “You know what to do,” the man whimpered and crawled towards him, he reached for Jean-Pierre’s trousers opening them and freeing his penis. He whimpered again, a blow from Jean-Pierre’s whip forced him into action, he sucked Jean-Pierre’s penis up into his mouth and soon had Jean-Pierre panting in arousal. Jean-Pierre grabbed his head jamming him down onto his penis. “Come on, Nazi Pig, drink me down,” Jean-Pierre shot loads of cum into the mouth of the prisoner. “Now wake that thing I brought in,” another whimper and the prisoner scurried to obey, using his hands and lips to bring the captain to arousal. The captain blinked and stared at the other men hanging on the walls and then at the naked prisoner sucking on him. The captain tried to stop him but the prisoner knew what would happen if he stopped and he didn’t fancy Jean-Pierre beating him now or any other time, and Jean-Pierre had forced him to suck all the others as he caught them. Jean-Pierre kicked him in the balls then dragged him back to his position on the wall and chained him there. He left going up the stairs and closing the trapdoor leaving only the storm lantern to give light to their situation. Upstairs, Jean-Pierre moved the rug over the trapdoor and replaced the dining table so that the legs of the table were in the indentations in the rug. He placed a board with some meat carved into chops on it. Just in time, he thought, as someone started pounding on the door. He rubbed his hands over the meat and went to answer the door, he found four SS troopers there with their guns at the ready.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“Someone shot and killed the driver of a staff car, the officer is missing. Did he perhaps come here,” the sergeant said.

“No, I have seen no one all day. But please feel free to search the barns and my house.”

“Danke. You men take the barns,” the sergeant said, he followed Jean-Pierre into the house. “Your house is not big?”

“No, but it’s big enough for me.”

“And your wife?”

“My wife died two years ago and to our regret we had no children. So the farm will go to my nephew. Excuse the mess in the kitchen I was just preparing some chops. Here’s my papers,” he said as he pulled them out of his jacket, which was hanging on a hook behind the door. The sergeant gave them a cursory glance. He had no reason to suspect the man they’d not heard of him causing trouble.

“Where is your nephew?”

“Ah he left for England at the beginning of the war. So I expect he’s in the Free French Army under De Gaulle or he’s come back to lead a resistance cell somewhere I haven’t seen him for sometime and please do not expect me to divulge his name or his whereabouts if I did know them.”

“Of course, I would be reluctant too. But you think he is in England?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, we will not detain you any further,” the sergeant left and called his men. Jean-Pierre fried one of the chops and served it up with a couple of potatoes and vegetables. Once finished he figured that the troopers would have moved on by then. He cleared away the remains of his meal and washed up. A knock sounded, Jean-Pierre turned, and walked to the door, he opened the door, smiled and let his fellow resistance workers in together with the whores they’d persuaded to accompany them. They made their way down to the cavern. The whores smiled as they saw that their pleasure would be the sexual torture of hated Nazi pigs. Jean-Pierre untied the first.

“Get that,” he pointed to the captain, “spread out, facing the cross,” the first nodded and moved to do his bidding. Soon the captain was spread-eagled facing the St Andrews cross. “Soon Captain, you will submit, these others already do,” the captain shook his head. “You’ll see,” Jean-Pierre picked up his whip, stepped back and lashed it down onto the captain’s back, the captain bit his lip to keep from screaming. Three hours later, Jean-Pierre had the first turn him round. “Right, girls, they’re all yours keep them up and frustrated, just think of what happens to them afterwards. You!” the first looked up. Get the first of your companions over here,” the first trembled he’d seen this happen before; he grabbed the one next to the captain.

Jean-Pierre had their naked victim lie down face up and raise his legs up over his head, a girl immediately slammed her ass down over his head ordering him to lick her, this also meant that his legs were trapped. A French resistance fighter instantly thrust his fist up into the German's anus, the German squealed another girl took his cock in her mouth and sucked on him. The other captives watched as their comrade squirmed and squealed in helpless arousal. His balls filled with his seed, the girl sucking him kept from his release for two hours until Jean-Pierre nodded then another resistance fighter bent and as the German came in huge spurts severed his balls from between his legs. Jean-Pierre cauterised the wound as the girls got up and the fighter fisting him removed his hand. Another fighter thrust the German’s balls into his mouth. “Eat them!” the German sobbing obeyed. Jean-Pierre took him, chained him once again chained to the wall, and took another to the centre of the room.

The captain looked around he saw that the other fighters were rubbing their cocks and were close to cumming, their gasps filling the room. While the victim in the centre screamed and begged them not castrate him. All for naught as his shriek echoed round the cavern as a fighter removed his cock and balls and fed them to him. Pretty soon there was only the first, the captain and one other left. “Look over there,” Jean-Pierre said indicating a man opposite the captain. “Do you recognise him,” the captain’s eyes widened as he recognised the colonel. “I have a special client for him and looking at you I think he may take you too. Watch.” A fighter now brought the colonel to the centre of the room, the captain watched as they tortured him like the others, but with one difference they didn’t take his balls just his cock. The captain watched as he like all the others ate his own cock instead of his balls.

Jean-Pierre walked over to the captain and took him to the centre of the room. The girls soon spread his body they then started the same tortures never letting him come they kept him until he’d satisfied them all. Then the men fucked him, Jean-Pierre had him last of all and afterwards he lifted the captain’s cock and severed it at the base close to the skin. Then he cauterised the wound with an iron. Jean-Pierre laughed at the colonel’s scream. He threw the cock to the first who immediately ate it, tearing at it with his teeth. “You and the colonel have still got your balls you’ll feel the desire without having a way of gaining release. Now captain, I told you remember a special client. As for these others they’re all adults; because they’ve wanked and fucked your cocks will be able to become erect. Your owners will teach you to give yourselves to their clients in the whorehouses. You’re going to become sex slaves in the brothels of Turkey.”

Then part of the stone of the cave moved inward and two men in Arab costume came in, they laughed as they looked at the sobbing men. Jean-Pierre welcomed them he left briefly and returned with six naked women all bearing the marks of the whip on their breasts, back and arses. “These too are SS Officers, silly bitches, thought we French would bend the knee to them.”

“So now, they will bend the knee,” one of the Arabs said as he forced one of the girls to her knees, he drew his pantaloons aside and thrust his cock into her mouth. She immediately began suckling too frightened to disobey. “Yes these will do well.” The second Arab was caressing the captain’s balls; the captain moaned as his balls filled with seed, seed he knew would never now be released. “However, they are not to be allowed pleasure. The only way of assuring that is to remove their clits,” Jean-Pierre shrugged and forced the bitches to open their legs and he removed the clits and cauterising the wound. “Good.”

“Ah, my client too will be pleased,” the second Arab said, “with these too. Without a cock they cannot be either man or woman, so he will not violate our laws when he uses them. He will also delight in giving much pain to them. He likes to see the balls on his males suffer tremendous pain. Sometimes he gets so enthusiastic they end up having them crushed into nothingness then they are sold to other harems and/or trained to become true eunuchs for the brothels.” The captain although mourning the loss of his cock nearly had a heart attack on hearing that last remark.

The fighters herded the men and women along the stone corridor until it opened out into the forest where a large crate on the bed of a truck. As each officer left the entrance men gagged them then bound them so tightly that even breathing proved difficult. Then the men packed them into the crate. The Arabs got in and drove off.

The Germans ignored them as they drove up to a ship from Sweden moored in Marseilles harbour. The dock hands swiftly loaded the crate into the hold of the cargo ship. The Arabs embarked and spoke to the Swedish captain who nodded what did he care they were paying him well enough. He gave the orders to cast off and sailed out of harbour on an easterly course. He sighted both British and German warships, but that didn’t bother him, he flew the neutral flag of Sweden. Once or twice the Germans boarded him and searched the holds. They asked about the crates and got the answer machine parts of course the freighter’s captain knew that the men in the crates could hear every word and this would send them into even deeper suffering. He didn’t care he might sail under the flag of Sweden but he was Norwegian and took immense pleasure in seeing these men suffer. Sometimes he even attended the sale of the men and had even bought one to play with when he stayed over in his house in Istanbul. Servants in his absence kept the man locked in the severest bondage in the deepest recesses of his house. A week later and he sailed up the Dardanelles and into the Sea of Marmara, evening would see the ship in harbour at Istanbul.

The captain and the others squirmed in their bonds as they felt the crate lifted out of the hold although they had no way of telling where they were. They didn’t know they were no longer in France, but they had assumed their captors would find someway of transporting them out of France. The Arabs had all the crates loaded onto old battered trucks and again drove from the quayside and along back alleys to the building they used as a slave market. The Turkish government knew of the trade, but could prove nothing and they really could not be bothered to shut the trade down it did after all bring a great deal of money into the country and as long as the slavers paid their taxes it wasn’t’ worth it.

On arrival at the slave market and once the gates of the market closed behind the trucks servants opened the crates and carried the naked and terrified men and women along a corridor separating the four rooms. The main room where the sales would take place, the office where purchasers paid for their slaves, the kitchen and finally the large room where the slaves would wait. The two Arabs now waited and watched as their employer examined the ball-less slaves and the women. “The women are they cut?”

“All of them, master.”

“Good, I will have the barber attend them and the blacksmith they will suffer much more knowing they are to be infibulated. Have you seen someone fucking an infibulated woman very painful for her, perhaps I will have one or two sewn up permanently,” the women squealed and backed off understanding what he meant. The slaver now turned to examine the captain and colonel. “Ah, they’re ideal, Ahmed will be pleased. Take them to him after the sale,” the Arabs unchained each of the captives one at a time chaining them to the walls. Then the barber and blacksmith entered the captives watched as they lit a brazier. The barber now took the captives one by one and shaved the hair from their head and body, the women cried and pleaded but they too had the hair shaved off completely. When sold and their heads polished, a tattoo would decorate their crown letting their owner know which one of his slaves they were. Then the blacksmith took over piercing their ears, nose and nipples he placed brass rings in the holes. Then in the case of the men he also pierced and circumcised their cocks the men screamed their frustration as they realised what had happened a ring went into the hole. The women had holes pierced up and down their labia and eyelets inserted into the holes, the women sobbing now watched as a chain threaded through the holes and fastened their labia together tightly. Two women through suffered even more as the blacksmith severed their inner labia then stitched their outer labia together. To stop them damaging the newly done piercings the captives had their hands chained behind them and once again they chained them to the walls. The captain and colonel too he shaved and ringed instead of a cock ring the blacksmith placed a ring just in front of their balls.

Much later the slaver came back. “It is time, our buyers are waiting,” the first captive was unchained and shoved out into the main room. The captive stared out across the sea of Arab faces, men moved to where a guard held him, their hands explored his body, fingers probing his holes. They forced his mouth open and examined his teeth. Bids came in and the sales was soon concluded the guards brought him back to the holding room and chained back to the wall a label attached to the ring in his cock. Slowly but surely all the captives were taken and sold. After the sale each of the buyers paid the money over to the slaver and took possession of their slaves, they gagged them and forced them out and into their trucks. The men and women sobbed as the buyer drove off.

Now the two Arabs came back and took the captain and colonel out to another truck they loaded them in and chained them to the bed of the truck. The two Arabs drove off heading deeper into the interior of Turkey. The captain pulled at his bonds as he grew even more afraid of what might happen to him in the near future. The truck only stopped at night and the Arabs after eating themselves shoved the rest into two bowls and pushed them in front of the captain and colonel. “Eat!” the two stared at the Arabs. “Eat! Lap it up! Infidel dogs!” Hunger won out of their wish to break free and they lowered their heads lapping at the mess. The Arabs then kicked the two men in their balls, they screamed and bent forward to protect themselves from further pain, but the Arabs hauled them up again and kicked them another nine times. Before bedding down for the night, the same thing happened every night for a week and again in the mornings.

A week later the Arabs dragged them from the truck, through a door and along a corridor then through another door and into a large room full of things that would cause the men in the room a great deal of pain. The only fully clothed man in the room came toward them. “Ah, my new slutboys, just in time to witness punishment you will watch. First put them in position. The Arabs fastened ankle and wrist cuffs to them then put chains on the cuffs and tightened them until they were spread tightly and at no point did flesh meet either wall or floor. They looked around and saw that all the others were in the same positions that is all but one who was fastened spread out on a table his cock and balls resting on a square block. Above them a metal bar with a movable weight. “This thing is a policeman, his mistake is his arrogance, in that he is much like you infidels. He didn’t tell his superiors of his suspicions before he broke into the slave market run by my brother. So now instead of shutting down a slave ring he becomes a slave. My brother is allowing me to punish him, he knows how much I like crushing balls. First he has to lose this,” the man tapped the policeman’s cock. Then he thrust a metal rod up the policeman’s cock he squealed and tried to struggle to no avail. The man then took a knife and cut round the base of the policeman’s cock sliding the cock down the rod. He cauterised the wound and stepped back taking rod and cock with him he dropped the cock in the fire. Then walked back and pressed a button on the table the weight started down smashing down on the policeman’s balls, it lifted up and dropped again and again until the balls were as flat as a pancake. He stopped the weight and severed the now useless ball bag and cauterised that wound. “He will go back with you and be sold to the brothels, where no doubt some of his colleagues will enjoy him. So there is one more thing to do,” the man had a guard hold the policeman’s mouth open, while he pulled the tongue out and cut it out by the root. “Now he won’t be able to ask for help, they will assume he has decided to become a whore.”

The captain felt someone behind him, the guard had a metal globe, the top of which opened out, the guard brought the globe up so that the captain’s balls rested in the bottom half and fastened the top half together. A cable with a plug at the end dangled from the bottom of the globe’s base, he plugged the cable in to the power supply. The captain didn’t know what the man had done to him, he watched wide eyed as guards put globes on all the other men hanging there then the man pressed a switch and smiled as the men shrieked in unison as they discovered that the globes were electrified. “The voltage isn’t high enough to kill you just shock you. The men threw themselves about as if they could get away from the pain. “You men will never leave here unless I kill those things between your legs,” the man now had a guard position the policeman face down over an A-frame, he greased his cock and thrust into the virgin anus of the policeman who bellowed his pain as he felt he was being ripped in two. The captain even with his pain wracked mind realised that he would end his days as a source of amusement for him and others.

If you want to hear more of the captain and Colonel let me know.