Franz seemed to like what she did, trying hard not to blush any further at his question because even in the dim light it would be noticeable sooner or later. With a nod she was taken back up to her feet, hands placed in her lap again as she bowed slightly, then got ready to leave.

"F-fine .. m-maybe I happen to come across one or two of these .. people." Ivanna did not need any directions, she took it as granted that soldiers would single out each one of the numbers he had mentioned and then take them to Von Burren, whoever that was. Probably an important person in the camp who happened not to be present at the time.

With this she turned, having caught a glimpse of his eye movement towards her chest made her feel uncomfortable, perky nipples that had continuously experienced sparks of pleasure. She was going to relax when returning to where she first found herself in the camp, there wasn't much she could do so she did invest her time in thinking about her current situation.

The rest of the day she would probably wander around aimlessly, asking other gypsies about this and that, primarily to get to know where she was going to sleep. She was starting to wonder what these visits to Von Burren were all about, certainly she'd find out the other day.

Her travels about the camp had invited whispered rumors from the gypsies governing Von Burren. Some said he was a mad scientist. Others talked about the guy experimenting on people to better assist the German soldiers with any number of things that she heard; invulnearability, rapid healing and so forth. The only thing that was certain was that no one knew what happened once in his clutches since no one was seen again.

The house on the hill overlooking the camp became more foreboding.

She did find out a number of useful things though. It was 1945, the last year of the war though it was unlikely that she would need to hold out for long. Then again she new not how this dream, was it a dream? Would unfold.

She found that the camp was a labor camp, light labor for the most part as chain gangs were taken from the place and forced to do road work. Others were designed to sew uniforms or make them, which she was assigned to do in the early parts of the afternoon by one of the soldiers.

Still the hole matter could have been far more effective and only a fraction of the gypsies had been used. She was thoroughly searched at the end of the working day to make sure she had not been attempting to steal any needles and the needles where actually counted and accounted for, all but one which was found on one of the woman who was removed from the pressence of everyone then a single gunshot rang out making it clear as to what happened to her.

When returning to a flop house at the end of the day she passed by a pair of men carrying a body out of the building, apparently, according to all the gossip, a man killed himself using the bed sheets as a make shift noose. Word was that the Germans were going to take away all the sheets but that never manifested itself either.

Soon they would sleep in a single room with numerous bunks, there were no blankets only a thin sheet and no changes of cloths either. During the day she was unable to locate anyone else but in the morning was collected by Franz and a few other soldiers who added her to a group of 11 prisoners all in uniforms. She was taken off with two others and forced to change into a uniform that was a little too small for her but this didn't concern the soldiers who told her that she would eventually fit into it better presumably when she lost weight.

The fact that she had just changed meant that she was a new arrival here but earlier on she was hungrier then she recalled ever being hinting that she was a prisoner for awhile ...

She was made a part of the prisoners and lead out of the camp towards the white building. One gypsy trying to make a brake for it was gunned down dropping their band from 12 to 11.

"Let's go," Franz said, gesturing with the muzzle of his rifle.

The night couldn't have been worse, the lack of new clothes and blankets aside. She was unusually strained as she tried to fall asleep, the air was thick and she could hear a cough or two whenever she was about to drop off. Next thing she remembered was waking up with a horrible pain in the back, which she tried to ease minutes before she was picked up.

Besides her returning hunger and the uncomfortable sleep she found that the uniform was too small, well it could barely be called a uniform, cheap and simple for all the convicts the Germans would have had and worked through during the war. It did point out a few charms of her figure, especially her chest and hips, in any other situation than this she would be concerned about people staring but luckily it wasn't the case. This was about survival and if anything her charisma could give her an advantage.

Ivanna had been taking matters into consideration as they were led towards their destination, further unsettled and frustrated by the one of her kind that was gunned down. She did admire this kind of courage, then again it was more likely panic had enflamed this reaction.

She resumed to move on with the others, obediantly following orders she was given. Death would put her out of her misery, mostly an inevitable fate if she wasn't wise enough not to make a mistake.

As tough as she was, this was harder to endure than anything she could imagine, but knowing she wouldn't get out of this alive by the time she would be broken. Best was to stick to the basics, ignore the temptations to steal like the woman did back then and most importantly, don't be foolish and run from whatever might wait ahead.

She was escorted to a simple room with the others, a soldier taking a prisoner away from their number and leaving them in the watch of Franz. If anyone was suppose to relieve him so that he could return to the camp there were no signs of it though the man stood as a silent sentienal near the door.

"We're doomed!"
"Viktor, you don't know that."
"What do you think they're going to do to us?"

Ryu could hear the murmurring of the other gypsies. All else seemed silent other than the ticking of the clock that was hanging upon a wall with faded yellow wall paper. Franz, gauging by his posture, seemed to grow bored soon after their arrival, his attention seemed to wane on them though when it had returned she found his gaze rolling upon her, over her, and her too small uniform no doubt.

He said nothing to them from across the room from his position near the door but that was rather normal she supposed. There was a stark cry that reached their ears after 10 minutes or so, someone shouting out, proclaiming no loudly. The shuffle of feet, a bang, then quiet.

Franz did not react as if this had been perfectly normal. A few minutes later he perked back up when other soldiers returned and addressed him in low tones. He said something to them then another prisoner was taken, then another until only she and four others remained here after an hour.

But then a German arrived with a cart that he left containing some rolls ... breakfast of a sort. There weren't many rolls but by that token there were about half of them left. Franz instilled order calling them up one by one going by the lowest designation to the highest, she happened to be first given that there had been no real order in the way that they had been selected and taken from the room.

Considering what she heard and taking a look at their ever decreasing number, she had to pull herself together to think that there would be a way out of this. One of her companions surely died in the chamber up ahead, if it was only one. The others had disappeared except four and herself, either had a handshake with death or were led somewhere else. As much as she hoped for the latter assumption to be true, she could barely tell by what was going on, elsewhere it could be worse so at least that much of a relief was given.

The meal in form of rolls came late but was welcome, dealing with the major issue of not being fed for almost a day. She couldn't really tell what it contained but others have eaten the same before, its taste comparable to a protein shake though it didn't really matter since she would be willing to eat about anything by then.

Her eyes were on the soldier as he appeared to glance over every now and then, however the man or woman she was brought here for would probably not be as attracted to such minor desires as Franz. Ryu was rather surprised when she finished her meal, would they be escorted and taken from the room the same way as the others?

The young and attractive captive stepped forward as he called her up, each step slow and cautious as she couldn't really judge if a fast pace would do her any good. Walking steadily in his direction, a cold shudder down her spine, at the same time her stomach seemed to turn and twist, making her feel sick before she had to face the truth.

No, she wouldn't let them kill her, not giving them a good reason to at least. The war, the rations, the work, all those she had to get away from. She didn't come this far to die.

Amongst the first to eat it had been near half an hour before she was called back up. Two German soldiers had arrived to take her from this place and Franz turned them over to them after a brief word. They led her down a long corridor lined with doors every so often, a few of them had been barred by the outside with simple blocks of wood that rested in place keeping them closed from this side they would have been simple to open.

From inside some of the rooms she could here whimpers, from others screams and from others still banging as something was thrown against the wall in a rage from the sound of it, German explertives raining out from behind the doors.

But around the a corner and part way down the corridor there she was lead into a room. The walls here were padded and a single gurney was placed here. There was a cart with a tray of various tools on it by which a tall but elder man stood beside.

He turned to the door as it creaked opened, the lens of his glasses shinning in the dim lit room. White bushy hair stood out at all angels as he made a sweeping gesture with his wrinkled hand. "Have a load off."

The soldiers assisted her over to the gurney making sure that she was strapped in. Her arms at the wrists were seen too, as were her ankles and waist. "Good, girl, I am Hans von Burren and you have the honor to be selected for the further land and do your part today. Shall ve get started?"

He spoke in accented English as he gazed down at her. He took up a syringe and inserted it into a vial of clear fluid filling it part way then depressing the needle until liquid squirted from it's tip.

Next he took an alcohol swap and lathed a spot on her left arm near the area opposite her elbow. "Vis von't hurt a bit ..."

Ryu had taken a guess as to why there never seemed to be any people returning from this place, blocked doors and the audible sounds coming from inside the rooms were telling the story. The room she was led to didn't seem that threatening, the man inside was tall but older than expected. She offered up to no resistance as the soldiers bound her to a gurney close by, even in such a place the girl wasn't uncomfortable with the experience of one of her kinky fantasies.

A rather puzzled expression swept over her face as Von Burren adressed her in English, taking a moment to realize what he was saying. What the man tried to infer with his words remained unclear, nonetheless promising as it pointed out a chance to be seen as somebody amongst the Germans, maybe a chance to survive?

Bright eyes followed each of the man's movements, forced to remain stationary there was little protest against what he had planned. By the time he picked up a syringe she cleared her throat in order to speak. Of course she liked a little pain, sure, but what exactly the liquid was or what impact it would have on her body made her a little tense.

"What will that do to me?" She spoke calmly, adressing him in English. Not that he would hesitate, she knew he wouldn't, but it would be good to know if it would calm her down, maybe ease her muscles, or simply use the substance as an experiment on her to check if it worked properly, manipulate her senses or worse.

This only seemed to unsettle her further as her breaths came quicker, not enough to reveal panic but giving away a glimpse of nervousness.

He injected her with the stuff, a smile cracking his lips as he did so as his gray eyes flickered back toward her. "Vis? It's a little vometime ve been vorking on. It blocks responses to the brain killing pain."

He placed the syringe down and placed a small band aid over the wound. He waited, humming some German tune as if waiting for the drug to take effect before a few minutes passed and he picked up a scalpel. "Now vis will hurt!"

Slashing the blade against her upper left arm in a thin gash blood oozed out of the wound. It wasn't as painful as expected being little more than a dull throb and remained that way when she was cut again, lower on the arm. Von Burren watched on with a little interest, nodded then looked over his assorted tools. "Verhaps I vas vrong." He picked up something that looked like a cork screw, the flat of one hand setting on her breast in a nonsexual way as he used his hold upon her to gain leverage as his other hand brushed her pinned left, the tip of the cork screw dancing against her index finger.

He pushed down on her chest then gaining the leverage needed as he pressed forward with his wrist, the tip of the cork screw piercing the of her finger. The pain was noticeable but rather pleasant rather than painful at all. This seemed to interest the doctor, one bushy brow going up as he pressed the cork screw deeper as if attempting to illicit a cry of pain out of her to no such luck, the matter seemed almost pleasant to her tingling her skin as a fire swept over it.

The cork screw was pulled away and set on the table. "Ve vill try vomething else, ves? Ves."

He glanced over the assortment of tools, his eyes falling on one in particular as a smile spread across his lips.

The cuts were enough to trigger her odd response to painful stimulus, the first had been a blunt surprise and made her hiss slightly while the second already caused her to sigh softly. They did hurt in the most pleasant way, dull throbs rather than intense stinging sensations she had expected earlier.

Hands against her breasts made her blush tenderly, however the next tool he had at hand made her groan subtly, writhing briefly in her restraints as the burning of another wound spread through her hand. So far this might be torture for others, but she could tell if he was going to keep this up she wouldn't be able to keep her body from responding any further.

Rather than making his victim cry out in pain she let loose a low moan, Hans seemed to be interested in the certain aspect of her experiencing pleasure throughout this so she decided to relax and enjoy, at least partially since she couldn't work out if he'd react with anything beside curiosity. As the cork screw was pulled away she appeared disappointed, having to let go of one of the few pleasures she had received during her stay.

He wasn't done with her and announced the use of another tool, likely going to cause pain and fresh wounds that would make the sensations course through her body even longer.

Nodding in agreement to his words, she couldn't wait for what else he had in store.

Von Burren seemed surprised by her responses though pleasantly though. He grinned in response to her moan not knowing that in part it was because she had desired such things and this was not purely as a result of the effects of the serum that he had been working on.

"Vell ..."

He had a small black hand held object in his hands than hummed as he turned it on. There was a blue spark at one end of it as it crackled to life with electricity. One hand caressing the side of her face. She really was a pretty girl ... not of the master race and it had been long since his younger years since he had lain with a woman so doing anything of that nature had not been foremost on his mind.

Still, hearing the moan of a woman stirred him. It had been years since he felt any sort of life down there and a portion of it had been the fact that he was in complete control here and that was what was driving his arousal as he felt a semi hardness steal over him.

"Vis is a new veapon, all ve kinks have not been vork out of it vet but it is effective. Ve call it a taser."

He caressed her neck his touch flowing down the side of her neck, then rounded a firm breast. His hand cupped it, lifting it upward as the flat of the taser slid against her chest. He looked into her red eyes, his grin still dancing over his features before he drew back his hand enough to apply the tip of the taser to her, a mild shock coursing through her body as he applied it to her briefly.

"Very good, vis serum seems to be very effective, ves?"

She couldn't help but think that he developed a growing interest in his latest specimen, the warmth of a caress the least expected thing to feel. Also he was using one tool after another, though this might be routine she started wondering if he was going to get in on with her. After all she was quite helpless, bound within straps that kept her immobile and if it wasn't for the fact she did belong to a certain race, some would definitely use this to their advantage.

The age difference between the two was obvious, she had never come to the point where she was forced to or voluntarily wanted to have sexual intercourse with a man of his age, or anything similar. However, despite her concerns, she knew she wanted that taser to be used on her which he fortunately did.

A hand cupping her breast was enough to make her gasp as she stared up at him then down to his hand with partly closed eyes, the sudden shock of the object was drawing a longer lasting and intense moan from her lips. Almost instantly her nipples sprang to life, poking against the fabric of her small uniform as they hardened in desire. Surely he would not only see but feel her against his palm, judging by her response she showed just how good the serum was.

"Very effective indeed .. " Ryu responded softly, her body's reaction revealed as to what she was thinking about feeling pain, regardless of what kind.

Mind and body were telling her the same, she loved to be tied up and injured and only he had the means of doing so. Whether or not he was going to use her for himself, she needed more.

Interesting ... she revealed much in that gasp that left her lips, his palm feeling the hard plains of her nipple as it expanded against him causing him to draw his fingers against the point of a nibble, his fingers tracking against it as he grinned down at her. He was well aware that she was being turned on by this, the look on her face told it all as his fingers slowly traced against her.

"Hmm ..." he touched her again with the tip of the taser allowing it to course against her longer. Then he ceased, clicked the voltage on the device higher then it was set for then touched her again with it in small bursts.

He looked down at her, grinning mischievously at her and her responses. She could see the firm bulge between his thighs as he came close to her again touching her with the device again before placing it back on the table with the plethora of tools.

Scanning what he had access to he picked up a bone saw turned it on and watched the blade twirl about rapidly then stop as he turned it off. A wrinkled hand returning to her, caressing the side of her face then flowing down trickled down her side stopping at her upper thigh.

"Ve vill try vomething else ..." he turned to the pair of guards and in German dismissed them. There was a brief pause as the exited the chamber, a square of light forming at the door as it was opened then closed behind the guards.

"Ve vill see how much ve can get out of vis serum. ves? Ves." He nodded to himself, starting up the bone saw again. He brought it to her left leg easily cutting through the cloth at the upper thigh in a slit as well as the flesh beneath. It was sharp though far more intense than the scalpel, more painful too though not by much all things considered. Von Burren only grazed her with it, pulled the tool away then reapplied it beneath the bleeding gash to cut her again, then again in a similar fashion.

Her nipples grew fully erect as electricity found its way into her chest, each wave of the stinging pain made her hungrier until it eventually stopped. Red eyes settled on his groin but returned to his own shortly after, the blush on her stronger as his hand moved to her upper thigh, a tingling caress that spread its touch through the cloth of her uniform, boosting her arousal a slight bit as he was never actually touching her nethers. This was torture and she enjoyed it, the real purpose behind all this didn't really matter as she was worked up.

Ryu watched the guards leave as he dismissed them, much to her surprise as if he intended to be alone with his captive. Words seemed to slip out of his mouth, comforting but also with the promise to keep going to which she replied softly. "Oh yes please."

A sharp moan echoed throughout the room as she was cut with the bone saw for the first time, the pain stronger than before but most certainly feeding the redhead with pleasure all the better. Loud moans filled the chamber as she was cut again, close to the same spot as before. She could only feel her pleasure growing as she became putty in his hands.

For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have this man's semen fill her, what it would be like to tempt him to take her, but then discarded the thought as too perverted before it returned right away. Her desire was growing stronger with the pain that wouldn't cease, each passing second she could feel her hot core beg harder for release.

"Please, use more on me, anything, it feels so good .." Her expression filled with lust, she doubted he'd reject her plea, the image of the bulge in his pants coming back to her inner eye.

It was rare but Aegir had not ampered with Ryu's arousal any. He was not use to being in this role with her, as torturer but it was something that he sensed in her that she liked and used it now ... plus the whole ordeal had a leason to play but more on that later.

Von Burren grinned as he looked at the bloody bone saw before placing it back down. He seemed pleased by her moans and even if he had been unaware that she was aroused (something not even a blind man could fail to see) Aegir knew of her growing desire. Initially he had planned on Franz arriving but like anything one had to be adaptable.

No, this had more promise then what he had initial intended on happening thus he emerged himself in the role of the torturer more. Her pleasure sensed by Aegir as it looped back upon him in the physical world. Von Burren paused, his hand sliding against her ample breast feeling the hardened nipple that poked against the fabric of the uniforms top.

He smiled at her as he squeezed the orb in his grasp then retracted his hand from her to unscrew a cylinder. "Ves, very naughty bou like? Then ve vill have more fun."

He dumped out a handful of white crystalized powder into the palm of his hand before setting the cylinder back down. Gripping her arm he smeared the powder onto it, most of it falling to the floor though there was enough of it to rub into the bloody wounds on her arm.

Smiling as the burning sensation took hold it did not take a genius to realize that the substance was actually salt.

Ryu moaned loudly, her face turning away a slight bit as a hand settled on one of her breasts, giving the sensitive flesh a squeeze as he brushed against her nipple in addition. She had seen his smile, an odd feeling of excitement that seemed to be always present reached out to her.

"Mmm .. I love your understanding of fun." Brought so far with pain all alone had been new to her, commonly her acquaintances had other means to get her in this state of pure want.

Her back arched as if trying to free herself from her restraints, blissful moans that kept coming in a frantic pace as the effect of the powder set in. At first it was intense, sending waves of pleasant pain along her arm without interrupting an instant, rising the girl's libido even more. The substance wasn't paid attention to, all that mattered was that it caused pain.

Soon however she breathed out in relief as she grew used to the pain, sparks of pleasure that came over her had summoned a slight dampness around her crotch as the bodily fluids were slowly absorbed by her garments. Rather than coming in short breaths, her moans seemed to linger in the air until those eventually died down, giving her a break as her gaze returned to him. It was then Ryu settled back down on the gurney, despite the fact she could barely move at all she had no control over this whatsoever, much to her delight.