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Berlin Diary
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It would appear that with the arrival of the SS Valkyries of doom
, Horst has lost control of the situation. Will he go against the direct orders of the Reichsfuehrer himself? He's making excuses now - can't just shoot her? Why not? Brunhilde must be somewhat confused.
Nobody except the SS knows where Barb is. If she disappears, these things happen. A student leaves Berlin. Why should anyone in Germany know where she is? Barb is in a bit of a jam now, and not just because of the horrible horse.
I also get the sense that we don't really know what the SS has on Katrin. Is she really a person of interest to the SS, or just an innocent showgirl condemned by her apparent association with Barb at the club?
Nicely done, Barb (and at least the female SS officers are wearing regulation caps this time out
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, Horst has lost control of the situation. Will he go against the direct orders of the Reichsfuehrer himself? He's making excuses now - can't just shoot her? Why not? Brunhilde must be somewhat confused. Nobody except the SS knows where Barb is. If she disappears, these things happen. A student leaves Berlin. Why should anyone in Germany know where she is? Barb is in a bit of a jam now, and not just because of the horrible horse.I also get the sense that we don't really know what the SS has on Katrin. Is she really a person of interest to the SS, or just an innocent showgirl condemned by her apparent association with Barb at the club?
Nicely done, Barb (and at least the female SS officers are wearing regulation caps this time out
).
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Tree thinks it's brutal!
You've outdone yourself Barb.
Now Horst is caught in the middle, trying to save you, save himself, and do the right thing (we think). Will he have to dispose of the unpleasant Brunhilde? Maybe Klaus can help with that.
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Barb would be commemorated as the first astronaut, 25 years before Gagarin.Come on, there are faster methods to get her out of the country! Put Barb in one of these and off she goes. Only the landing might still be a problem.
windar
Teller of Tales
This seems so brutal...
...but I suppose it is necessary...
IMO, if they'd left it to Klaus, he would have had Barb spilling all her secrets in bed long before now.
I'm a bit surprised that Klaus hasn't been picked up. A known communist who was seen introducing Barb to the club, and pushing Max pretty hard to hire her. Klaus better lie low.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Looks like Horst has lost control of the situation, bad news for Barb, and Katrin.
It seems the female tormentors are much more brutal than the male ones
......now they are going to put Barb and Katrin on the horseI think Brunhilde enjoys her job to much.
Another great chapter Barb!
windar
Teller of Tales
And half-Jewish on top of that. I guess he has little choice but to trust Horst. Unless you have a better idea
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
On second thoughts, the V2 is not yet fully fail-safe. Barb has more chances of survival in the hands of the Gestapo
It seems the female tormentors are much more brutal than the male ones
Which was often the case. They were more 'devoted' to their job.
And they have more sophisticated and exciting methods
than simply dunking their victims in a tub of dirty water.
It would appear that with the arrival of the SS Valkyries of doom
I also get the sense that we don't really know what the SS has on Katrin. Is she really a person of interest to the SS, or just an innocent showgirl condemned by her apparent association with Barb at the club?
Nicely done, Barb (and at least the female SS officers are wearing regulation caps this time out
Seems the "SS Valkyries of Doom" are well-practiced in what they do! 
Brunhilde and her team always get results! 
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Yes, Horst is definitely caught in the middle ... he will be going back to his office for more schnapps soon
Male ego
Looks like Horst has lost control of the situation, bad news for Barb, and Katrin.
It seems the female tormentors are much more brutal than the male ones
I think Brunhilde enjoys her job to much.
Another great chapter Barb!
Brun is a pro ... and ambitious too ... saw her chance to upstage her chief rival Horst. Will he let her get away with it?
'breast-plate of battle' actually
h'm I'm a bit suspicious of Klaus, who's he really working for?
And the Communists don't owe Barb any favours, if she hadn't waltzed in they wouldn't have been betrayed...
windar
Teller of Tales
He needs a visa to go to the US, because in Germany he is a dead man walking. Maybe he really loves Barb, too. The two aren't mutually exclusive.
Episode 19. Sunday night, 2 August 1936
As Katrin and I huddled together in the cold darkness of the cell into which we had been cast, I couldn't help but think that this had been the longest and most horrible day of my life.
The disaster had begun when my attempt to slip poison into Goebbels' cup was spotted by Horst, who put a stop to it. From there things went downhill rapidly as I was taken to Goebbels' sex cave, stripped naked, tied to a bed and raped by the little monster himself, and then hauled off to Gestapo headquarters in the dead of night to be water-tortured. Luckily that ended when Horst intervened and I thought that perhaps the worst was over, but then they brought in poor innocent Katrin, and some Nazi SS bitch decided the Apollo showgirl was in cahoots with me and that torturing the two of together would yield results and further her career in the SD.
She and her minions had hauled the two of us to an interrogation chamber and had us strung up naked together and flogged half to death ... and when that wasn't enough, she had us whipped while straddling a horse, cruelly equipped with rows of jagged teeth along its crossbar. Tied back-to-back over the horse, Katrin and I reacted to each lash. Twisting and bucking, we continually jostled one another, causing the teeth to tear and rip at our privates.
That was just too much. Katrin was truly innocent and I had grown weary of holding out. What was to be gained? It was clear that this monstrous woman would never give up until she beat what she wanted to know out of me. The sharp tearing pain from the teeth digging into my labia made me want to faint. I could already feel streams of warm blood trickling down my inner thighs. Every effort to find a more comfortable position resulted in more discomfort and pain.
So I called for a halt, declaring my willingness to talk. Beaming with self satisfaction, and lording things over Horst ... who clearly appeared to be her rival and who always seemed to want to help me, at least in small ways ... Brunhilde began firing questions. I answered her questions quickly and truthfully, wanting desperately to get off that horse and be free of its wicked sharp teeth.
Throughout the questioning, I repeated over and over that Katrin had not been part of the plot and argued that she should be freed. Brunhilde seemed not to care. Horst stood off to one side and dutifully took notes in a small pocket notebook.
Satisfied that she had dragged everything worth knowing out of me, the SS matron finally had her assistants take us down. We were given small gray prison shifts to wear ... with half the buttons up the fronts missing ... and dragged upstairs to a small room on the ground floor, where a bespectacled, stern-faced magistrate with a swastika armband listened wearily to Brunhilde as she recited the charges laid against us.
Nothing was said in Brunhilde's presentation about Katrin's innocence, and when I protested, Brunhilde had me silenced by one of her crew with a blow to the stomach that left me doubled over on the floor gasping for air. I looked around for Horst, hoping he might intervene, but he had disappeared. Desperately, my voice no more than a rasp, I inquired where Sturmbannfuhrer Horst von Hassel had gone off to, adding that he would corroborate my contention that only I was guilty of the charges, and that Katrin should be freed.
My insolence earned me a clout on the side of the head, and the terse response that the Sturmbannfuhrer had other duties, and had left to make some telephone calls.
With the presentation of the charges complete, the magistrate had risen from his chair and, without any deliberation, pronounced Katrin and I guilty of capital crimes against the Reich. Banging a gavel, he decreed that we be executed by hanging at noon the next day, Monday the 3rd of August, 1936, at Plötzensee Prison.
We were promptly escorted to the cell blocks deep in the subterranean bowels of the building, and tossed into a cell.
"Enjoy your last night together, ladies," chortled one of the guards. "Your transport to Plötzensee will be here to fetch you at 0700!" With that the reinforced iron door to our cell was slammed shut, and the bare light bulb overhead extinguished.
As we huddled together, shivering in our thin gray shifts, I realized I hadn't eaten since yesterday evening. I was hungry, sore all over from the brutal flogging, and feeling a lot of intense pain from the cuts and tears left by those awful teeth.
"I am so sorry to have dragged you into this," I murmured to Katrin. "You did nothing to deserve it."
"Perhaps more than you think, Barbara," she replied softly, drawing closer to me. "You see, I work for Max, and know Klaus well ... very well. We are all opposed to the Nazis. You are one of us, and what you tried to do was very brave. I'm am proud to have played a small part, and would do it all again, given the chance."
She put her head on my shoulder, and I ran my fingers through her tangled blond hair, combing it out gently for a minute or two. Then I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. I felt her body turn toward mine and her hand fingering the lone button that held the front of my shift together. It popped open, and her warm hand began to explore my body, starting with my breasts. She ran her finger around my tumescent nipples, and then began tracing the raised crisscrossed welts left by the whipping. I wiped a tear from my eye, and reached over to open her shift. She turned toward me further, raised herself on to her knees so that she was straddling my legs, and held my head in both hands. Then she leaned into me until our lips met in a kiss ...
As Katrin and I huddled together in the cold darkness of the cell into which we had been cast, I couldn't help but think that this had been the longest and most horrible day of my life.
The disaster had begun when my attempt to slip poison into Goebbels' cup was spotted by Horst, who put a stop to it. From there things went downhill rapidly as I was taken to Goebbels' sex cave, stripped naked, tied to a bed and raped by the little monster himself, and then hauled off to Gestapo headquarters in the dead of night to be water-tortured. Luckily that ended when Horst intervened and I thought that perhaps the worst was over, but then they brought in poor innocent Katrin, and some Nazi SS bitch decided the Apollo showgirl was in cahoots with me and that torturing the two of together would yield results and further her career in the SD.
She and her minions had hauled the two of us to an interrogation chamber and had us strung up naked together and flogged half to death ... and when that wasn't enough, she had us whipped while straddling a horse, cruelly equipped with rows of jagged teeth along its crossbar. Tied back-to-back over the horse, Katrin and I reacted to each lash. Twisting and bucking, we continually jostled one another, causing the teeth to tear and rip at our privates.
That was just too much. Katrin was truly innocent and I had grown weary of holding out. What was to be gained? It was clear that this monstrous woman would never give up until she beat what she wanted to know out of me. The sharp tearing pain from the teeth digging into my labia made me want to faint. I could already feel streams of warm blood trickling down my inner thighs. Every effort to find a more comfortable position resulted in more discomfort and pain.
So I called for a halt, declaring my willingness to talk. Beaming with self satisfaction, and lording things over Horst ... who clearly appeared to be her rival and who always seemed to want to help me, at least in small ways ... Brunhilde began firing questions. I answered her questions quickly and truthfully, wanting desperately to get off that horse and be free of its wicked sharp teeth.
Throughout the questioning, I repeated over and over that Katrin had not been part of the plot and argued that she should be freed. Brunhilde seemed not to care. Horst stood off to one side and dutifully took notes in a small pocket notebook.
Satisfied that she had dragged everything worth knowing out of me, the SS matron finally had her assistants take us down. We were given small gray prison shifts to wear ... with half the buttons up the fronts missing ... and dragged upstairs to a small room on the ground floor, where a bespectacled, stern-faced magistrate with a swastika armband listened wearily to Brunhilde as she recited the charges laid against us.
Nothing was said in Brunhilde's presentation about Katrin's innocence, and when I protested, Brunhilde had me silenced by one of her crew with a blow to the stomach that left me doubled over on the floor gasping for air. I looked around for Horst, hoping he might intervene, but he had disappeared. Desperately, my voice no more than a rasp, I inquired where Sturmbannfuhrer Horst von Hassel had gone off to, adding that he would corroborate my contention that only I was guilty of the charges, and that Katrin should be freed.
My insolence earned me a clout on the side of the head, and the terse response that the Sturmbannfuhrer had other duties, and had left to make some telephone calls.
With the presentation of the charges complete, the magistrate had risen from his chair and, without any deliberation, pronounced Katrin and I guilty of capital crimes against the Reich. Banging a gavel, he decreed that we be executed by hanging at noon the next day, Monday the 3rd of August, 1936, at Plötzensee Prison.
We were promptly escorted to the cell blocks deep in the subterranean bowels of the building, and tossed into a cell.
"Enjoy your last night together, ladies," chortled one of the guards. "Your transport to Plötzensee will be here to fetch you at 0700!" With that the reinforced iron door to our cell was slammed shut, and the bare light bulb overhead extinguished.
As we huddled together, shivering in our thin gray shifts, I realized I hadn't eaten since yesterday evening. I was hungry, sore all over from the brutal flogging, and feeling a lot of intense pain from the cuts and tears left by those awful teeth.
"I am so sorry to have dragged you into this," I murmured to Katrin. "You did nothing to deserve it."
"Perhaps more than you think, Barbara," she replied softly, drawing closer to me. "You see, I work for Max, and know Klaus well ... very well. We are all opposed to the Nazis. You are one of us, and what you tried to do was very brave. I'm am proud to have played a small part, and would do it all again, given the chance."
She put her head on my shoulder, and I ran my fingers through her tangled blond hair, combing it out gently for a minute or two. Then I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. I felt her body turn toward mine and her hand fingering the lone button that held the front of my shift together. It popped open, and her warm hand began to explore my body, starting with my breasts. She ran her finger around my tumescent nipples, and then began tracing the raised crisscrossed welts left by the whipping. I wiped a tear from my eye, and reached over to open her shift. She turned toward me further, raised herself on to her knees so that she was straddling my legs, and held my head in both hands. Then she leaned into me until our lips met in a kiss ...
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They're astonishing these women! How could they thinking to the "gaudriole" after such a torture'session !!!
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Why not? ... they have nothing to lose and everything to gain
"The Secretary of War and even President Roosevelt has denied any knowledge of Miss Moore's actions or American involvement..."
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windar
Teller of Tales
They're astonishing these women! How could they thinking to the "gaudriole" after such a torture'session !!!
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Well, I think it's nice that they have a last night that is, how should I put this, soothing. Would you deny them that?
True.... even by Barb standards, not a good day
It's a man thing. We turn not being there when needed into an art form.
Ah. It doesn't look as though tomorrow is going to be much of an improvement over today.
But today seems to be looking up