oy vey, i know!
i vas gassed in 7 different camps 4 times before Mengela got his filthy nazi paws on me...
he made me his personal assistant, i had to do all manner of horrible things at his command, such as training dogs to bite jews who had diamonds in their rectums if they sang the wrong note while being fucked by an eagle that was being fucked by a bear that had the cock size of TWO bears!
he used to give me tasks requiring labor, and oy vey my hands are meant for counting shekels so i would often fail and he would execute me in horrible ways directly related to what he perceived to be my failure...
for example this one time, i installed the rubber seal around the bean hole in the gas chambers wooden door incorrectly, allowing the gas to escape and leaving the jews inside only half gassed and very whiny, so he sealed me in an iron box full of scorpions and poured milk in it knowing i'm lactose intolerant, and i gassed myself to death.
he, with the help of hellboy and some ancient roman artifact stolen from judea, would raise my spirit back and put me into one of the bodies of gassing victims, lice infested, over and over again, keeping me coming back again, bouncing between worlds like a rubber rent check...
i once wired the motor to the masturbation machine wrong, and instead of milking jews to death it instilled them with super male vitality, so he executed me by making me suck off every tranny in the camp until my stomach burst, and then brought me back in the corpse of a shiska with tits so saggy i kept stepping on them, oy vey...
i then got my saggy corpse tits caught in the spokes on the wheels of the brain bashing bike while oiling the chain, and so the jew on the bike didn't get brain bashed...oy vey the doctor was so mad he nailed my saggy tits to some lil jew girls head that he had shrunk and i had to drag her around with me for days till my tits ripped off...
he had me assemble some crazy lazer torpedo launcher for the kriegsmarine and i fucked it all up, so he got mad and threw me in the smelter and i boiled to death in molten copper...when he brought me back in some fat jews corpse i asked him "oy vey doctor Mengela, why copper, what has that to do with my failure?"
That evil goy said it was simply what the smelter was using that day...i thought it had something to do with the price of the lazer torpedo.
the next day there was no evil on the schedule so he was bored, and in his boredom he caulked my asshole shut, stapled my asscheeks together, and made me eat tacobell until i nearly choked...half an hour later the safety squad guards were wheeling me around in a wheelbarrow, thumping my tummy with a hammer and using me as a projectile gassing cannon to kill new arrivals...to this day i can't get the taste of fart out of my mouth.
the doctor used to enjoy making me perform vile sex acts with ursula the she wolf of the SS, such as dildoing myself with a rolls of coins while she masturbated furiously, but the jokes on him, cuz by the time i escaped i had managed to shave that roll of coins with my sphincter and was 27 cents richer for it! ha!
but i'll never forget the worst day, the allied airforce had just finished dropping care packages for us which the nazi's somehow altered with their radar beams before they hit the ground, causing them to explode on impact...when the doctor summoned me to hitlers private torture chambah...
Hitler was dare, dressed ull in iz fancy schmuk outfit, warshing his balls wit soap made from my aunto gurda, oy vey, and Mengela forced me to carry the basin of ball-warsh-water outside to dump it while he bragged to hitler about how many times he had succesfully transplanted the brain of an eel into the eyes of a jew and thus created golems that could see shekels through the fabric of your pockets...
when i returned i was informed that there would be no anal rape by robotic bears that day, and at this point in my captivity if i didnt get that daily then my asshole would itch somethin fierce...i spent the whole day scratching my ass with whatever rock or stick i could jam up in dare while the doctor just laughed at me, dat evil bastid...
the only good thing to come out of all o dis was i secretly kept a bit o hitlers ballwarsh-water, which after many decades i was able to sell over the internet as a super male enhancement dietary supplement to some silly larper who used it to increase their purity...i reckon dat guy even has a uniform and hat now too and is the hardest core e-nazi out there...i would regret this if i hadn't made a whole pile of shekels from it, which i used to start my porno business in which i redeem these evil goy through penitent abuse, curing them of their anti-semetism and helping to keep them from actually making new white people, which would be as you know annudah shoah itself...
yep dat doctah, Mengela, dat evil bastid...he scarred my soul forever, not even the taste of foreskin brings me peace...
sumtimes, i wake up screaming from some nightmare ride on the rollercoaster of doom, which i used to have to warsh for him, and i swear i can hear dat evil nazi bastid undah mah bed, snickering, and humming "erika"...
oy vey...
