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It Happened in Hamburg
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Talking of 'situational awareness'!
Original text in the report: .für offensichtlich respektlose Kommentare über die Größe der Genitalien des Führers,...
They got away with 25 lashes. Lucky for them, they had not commented his mustache! That would have been 100!
twonines
LIMERICUS
Ever popular in the old British Army. The words "Bollocks, and the same to you." were also sung to the same tune "Colonel Bogey". Which highlights the irony of its use in "Bridge on the River Kwai."
I’ve never been able to carry a tune. It’s embarrassing!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Don't worry! Sturmbannführer Reinhardt will soon make you sing like a nightingale!I’ve never been able to carry a tune. It’s embarrassing!
twonines
LIMERICUS
Perhaps it was twenty lashes for the sentiment and five for the singing!I’ve never been able to carry a tune. It’s embarrassing!
6
Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 03:41, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Although much too early for most people to be up, Joachim Moore often was, as he enjoyed the peace and solitude of a sleeping household whenever he went over the books of his various enterprises prior to a week’s business dealings. It was also a time to attend to his correspondence with contacts at home and abroad and to leisurely enjoy a good cigar.
But on this morning he was disturbed by a knock at his study door. Looking up from the clutter on his desk, he hastily slipped an unfinished piece of correspondence in a folder marked ‘W. C.’, dropped it in a desk drawer, and called for whoever it was to enter.
“Begging your pardon, Herr Mohr, fawned old Erick, the household’s butler, as he slipped past the study door to face his employer, “but there’s a young man who has come calling and despite the hour is demanding to see you. He says that it’s terribly important and concerns your daughter, Barbara.”
“Barbara? What in damnation has she done now? Alright, Erick, please show him in.”
“Right away. The young man is here in the hallway.”
***********
“Good evening, Herr Mohr, my name is Rudolf Weiss, and I …”
“Say no more, Weiss. I know perfectly well who you are. I’ve had you investigated and am fully aware of your activities with my daughter, none of which I approve. You’ve been taking advantage of her innocence, bedding her at every opportunity, and filling her head with radical political ideas. Now state your business here and be quick about it as I am a busy man.”
“Yes, I’m sure you think ill of me Herr Mohr, and yes I’ve been screwing your daughter, and no, my politics couldn’t be more distant from and antithetical to your own. But I’m here tonight because I have reason to suspect that Barbara may have gotten herself into deep trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“Yes, serious trouble. I fear she may have been picked up by the Gestapo and taken into custody.”
“Really? And how is it that you suspect such a thing has happened to my Barbara?”
“Because she was to come to my flat late tonight and she never turned up.”
“Why in the world would she be meeting you late at night at your flat? No, don’t tell me. Some kind of unimaginably vulgar tryst, I imagine.”
“What she might have been doing late at night in my flat is beside the point, Herr Mohr. What matters is that she may be in serious trouble.”
“And your only evidence for that is her failure to show up? Has it not occurred to you, my dear Weiss, that she has simply come to her senses, and has tired of you and your misguided political views. In my opinion there is no place for the likes of filthy scum like you and your criminal comrades in the new Reich! Indeed, I firmly advised Barbara to get rid of you as recently as yesterday! I strongly suspect she came to her senses and took my advice and that is exactly what has happened. Now, kindly leave before I call the police!”
“But …”
“Leave now, Weiss!”
“But …”
“Erich! Erich! Please come and escort Herr Weiss to the door!”
***************
Back out on the street again, Rudy was barely able to control his anger and dismay as he stood ankle deep in wet snow and stared at the lone light burning in the study of the Mohr villa.
“Damned fool!” he muttered under his breath as he turned on his heel and began walking … walking toward the Stadthaus building on Stadthausbrücke.
What he might do when he arrived there he did not know. There was probably nothing to be accomplished for now other than to try to determine whether she was indeed in the hands of the Gestapo.
As he trudged on, his mind conjured up an image of his Barbara lying naked on her back in the rumpled bed back at his flat, with her legs spread wide, arms outstretched towards him, an invitingly sultry smile on her face, her sweet cunt all wet and eagerly awaiting his entrance.
He felt aroused and attempted to hold the enticingly erotic image in his mind, only to have it fade … but then reappear magically transformed into an image of her lying naked on her back one again, but this time stretched out spreadeagled on some kind of torture rack with a black uniformed assailant, his pants dropped down about his knees, about to assault her wet and invitingly open cunt.
Revolted and frightened, he shook his head to rid his mind of the horrifying image, and quickened his pace.
TBC
Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 03:41, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Although much too early for most people to be up, Joachim Moore often was, as he enjoyed the peace and solitude of a sleeping household whenever he went over the books of his various enterprises prior to a week’s business dealings. It was also a time to attend to his correspondence with contacts at home and abroad and to leisurely enjoy a good cigar.
But on this morning he was disturbed by a knock at his study door. Looking up from the clutter on his desk, he hastily slipped an unfinished piece of correspondence in a folder marked ‘W. C.’, dropped it in a desk drawer, and called for whoever it was to enter.
“Begging your pardon, Herr Mohr, fawned old Erick, the household’s butler, as he slipped past the study door to face his employer, “but there’s a young man who has come calling and despite the hour is demanding to see you. He says that it’s terribly important and concerns your daughter, Barbara.”
“Barbara? What in damnation has she done now? Alright, Erick, please show him in.”
“Right away. The young man is here in the hallway.”
***********
“Good evening, Herr Mohr, my name is Rudolf Weiss, and I …”
“Say no more, Weiss. I know perfectly well who you are. I’ve had you investigated and am fully aware of your activities with my daughter, none of which I approve. You’ve been taking advantage of her innocence, bedding her at every opportunity, and filling her head with radical political ideas. Now state your business here and be quick about it as I am a busy man.”
“Yes, I’m sure you think ill of me Herr Mohr, and yes I’ve been screwing your daughter, and no, my politics couldn’t be more distant from and antithetical to your own. But I’m here tonight because I have reason to suspect that Barbara may have gotten herself into deep trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“Yes, serious trouble. I fear she may have been picked up by the Gestapo and taken into custody.”
“Really? And how is it that you suspect such a thing has happened to my Barbara?”
“Because she was to come to my flat late tonight and she never turned up.”
“Why in the world would she be meeting you late at night at your flat? No, don’t tell me. Some kind of unimaginably vulgar tryst, I imagine.”
“What she might have been doing late at night in my flat is beside the point, Herr Mohr. What matters is that she may be in serious trouble.”
“And your only evidence for that is her failure to show up? Has it not occurred to you, my dear Weiss, that she has simply come to her senses, and has tired of you and your misguided political views. In my opinion there is no place for the likes of filthy scum like you and your criminal comrades in the new Reich! Indeed, I firmly advised Barbara to get rid of you as recently as yesterday! I strongly suspect she came to her senses and took my advice and that is exactly what has happened. Now, kindly leave before I call the police!”
“But …”
“Leave now, Weiss!”
“But …”
“Erich! Erich! Please come and escort Herr Weiss to the door!”
***************
Back out on the street again, Rudy was barely able to control his anger and dismay as he stood ankle deep in wet snow and stared at the lone light burning in the study of the Mohr villa.
“Damned fool!” he muttered under his breath as he turned on his heel and began walking … walking toward the Stadthaus building on Stadthausbrücke.
What he might do when he arrived there he did not know. There was probably nothing to be accomplished for now other than to try to determine whether she was indeed in the hands of the Gestapo.
As he trudged on, his mind conjured up an image of his Barbara lying naked on her back in the rumpled bed back at his flat, with her legs spread wide, arms outstretched towards him, an invitingly sultry smile on her face, her sweet cunt all wet and eagerly awaiting his entrance.
He felt aroused and attempted to hold the enticingly erotic image in his mind, only to have it fade … but then reappear magically transformed into an image of her lying naked on her back one again, but this time stretched out spreadeagled on some kind of torture rack with a black uniformed assailant, his pants dropped down about his knees, about to assault her wet and invitingly open cunt.
Revolted and frightened, he shook his head to rid his mind of the horrifying image, and quickened his pace.
TBC
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
I you could carry a tune half as well as you carry a cross, you wouldn't be here, you'd be a real prima donna in opera.I’ve never been able to carry a tune. It’s embarrassing!
twonines
LIMERICUS
She needs a few more whippings yet, before we decide whether she`s soprano, mezzo or contralto.
Barbara of Seville?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The tale is developing nicely Barb, and maybe Rudy does care about Barb, and nit just his cause, after all.
kendelo
Tribune
You just need to sing along...I’ve never been able to carry a tune. It’s embarrassing!
Mel Brooks at his absolute best..
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 03:56, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
There had been no point in resisting. Barbara’s SS interrogator had ordered Reimer and his Gestapo goons to strip her of her underthings and secure her naked body to the interrogation room’s cold steel chair, and there was nothing she could do to prevent them from carrying out his ominously threatening orders.
Despite the fact she made no attempt to stop them, they had handled her roughly. She was stood up, and while one of Reimer’s goons pinned her arms behind her back, he took hold of the of front of her bra, slid the blade of his SA service dagger beneath its front band and sliced it through. She still recalled the mad gleam in his eyes as her breasts fell free, and the equal delight he showed in using his dagger to shred and tear away her panties.
Securing her to the chair had been equally swift and brutal. While one goon grabbed a fistful of her hair, to leverage her off the floor, and his partner took her by the ankles, Reimer shoved the chair beneath her so that she could be dropped down onto it … unnecessarily hard. Moving swiftly they had secured her wrists to the chair’s arm restraints and her ankles to its legs.
Now as she sat, naked and immobilized, she fixed her gaze on SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt, who still stood at a distance, watching, seemingly nonchalantly, as he finished his cigarette and extinguished the stub on the concrete floor beneath the toe of his polished jackboot.
She waited apprehensively for him to make the next move, but he appeared to be in no hurry.
By that time she’d come to the conclusion that everything he did was calculated for maximum effect. He was playing with her mind … a cat and mouse game … and she resolved then and there that she would do everything she possibly could to keep from making this easy for him.
And for strength and inspiration she reflected back on her Rudy. What would he do in her situation? Why of course … he would resist, wouldn’t he? He’d be determined not to give them anything they could use. He might even, given the opportunity, attempt to throw them off by offering up misleading information.
Reinhardt took a seat directly facing her, the table stood alongside to him to his left.
There was a long silent pause, after which he lit up a new cigarette.
“You don’t mind my smoking, do you?” he said, striking an amiable tone.
“I hate smoking!”
“Did you know, Fräulein Mohr, that the temperature at the tip of a burning cigarette is about 400 degrees? And that skin burns in less than a second at that temperature?”
“Is that what you intend to do to me, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer?”
“It’s an option should you continue to avoid telling me what you were up to during the night, Fräulein Mohr.”
“I’ve already told you, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. I went to visit a friend and lost my way.”
“That’s simply not believable, Fräulein Mohr.”
“So, does that mean you are you going to burn me with that cigarette now?”
“It’s very tempting, but no. It would be a shame to permanently scar such a lovely body as yours. There are other methods I’d much prefer.”
“I’ll bet there are.”
“Do you know what these are, Fräulein Mohr?” he said cocking his head quizzically to one side while extracting from a wooden box that Reimer had left on the table a pair of electrical leads with sawtooth alligator clips attached.
“I can guess!”
“I’m sure you can, Fräulein Mohr. Which shows that there’s nothing wrong with your imagination despite the fact that so far you have only come up with the most lame brain explanation I can imagine for what you were up to before the Gestapo brought you in here. Now you’re not going to force me to clip one of these nasty fellows to each of your lovely tender little nipples, are you? And, by the way, there’s a third item yet in that box that goes between your legs.”
“I’ve told you, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer, I was visiting a friend and got lost.”
“And who might that friend be, Fräulein Mohr? Perhaps she or he can be brought in to corroborate your story?”
“I really can’t say. I don’t want to get her in trouble too.”
He laughed at that, stood up abruptly, marched over to the doorway and shouted, “Reimer! You’re needed in here. Bring the dynamo with you!”
Reimer must have been standing directly outside the door, for he appeared almost instantly, lugging a heavy metal contraption with a hand crank and various meter dials and electrical hookups attached. His two goons trailed close behind, each of them carrying a bucket full of water.
Shit! How am I going to manage this, she silently asked herself, as she watched Reimer and company go about setting things up … attaching the leads with the alligator clips that her interrogator had shown her to the contraption’s electrical hookups, unlimbering its hand crank, and teasingly dangling a third lead with a gleaming curved phallic-like head in front of her face to force a reaction from her.
As she recoiled, her inner voice was telling her to stall … by any means that came to mind.
And, without giving it any serious thought, she suddenly blurted out, “Wait, I’ve decided after all to tell you my friend’s name!”
“Please do, Fräulein Mohr. But hurry! I must warn you. Once Reimer and his crew set to work it’s most difficult to get them to stop.”
“Alright. Her name is Eva.”
“Eva? Such a common name, Fräulein Mohr … I was hoping you might come up with something more imaginative than that! I suppose you’re going to tell me next that her last name is ‘Braun’?”
“No, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer, I was about to tell you that I don’t know her last name. … as it was just yesterday that she and I first met. We shared a table at a cafe … you see … it was busy there and the only way we could be seated … and … well, we got to talking, and before we parted she invited me to come see her at her home.”
“What cafe, Fräulein Mohr? What address did she give you in order to find your way to her home? Why in the middle of the night?”
Silence
“You’re a pathetic liar, Fräulein Mohr! And, I’ve grown weary of this game. Here’s what I believe to be the truth. You were out late at night engaged in illicit … highly criminal … activities … most likely distributing those communist propaganda circulars that have been turning up all around the city lately. Further, I believe you were engaged in this criminal activity as a member of a Red cell. And I’m guessing that your boyfriend, Rudy Weiss, is also a member of this cell, perhaps even the cell’s leader. Indeed, I suspect that, just as he probably enticed an Innocent like yourself into his bed, he likely enticed you into doing the cell’s dirty work. Am I right?”
Silence.
“So here’s what I’m going to do, Fräulein Mohr! I’m going to order Reimer here to wire you up for interrogation under torture, and while he’s doing that I will be putting out a warrant for your boyfriend’s arrest!”
“You bastard! Mark my words, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! When my father hears of this, he’ll be on the phone in no time at all to Reichsführer-SS Himmler, himself. My father and the Reichsführer-SS are, as you’ll find out, very close friends. And, then it will be you who will be under arrest, and by the time this is over, you’ll find yourself spending the rest of your days in a konzentration-lager!”
“Reimer! Reimer! Wire the bitch up! And don’t be gentle about it. I’ll be back shortly.”
TBC
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 03:56, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
There had been no point in resisting. Barbara’s SS interrogator had ordered Reimer and his Gestapo goons to strip her of her underthings and secure her naked body to the interrogation room’s cold steel chair, and there was nothing she could do to prevent them from carrying out his ominously threatening orders.
Despite the fact she made no attempt to stop them, they had handled her roughly. She was stood up, and while one of Reimer’s goons pinned her arms behind her back, he took hold of the of front of her bra, slid the blade of his SA service dagger beneath its front band and sliced it through. She still recalled the mad gleam in his eyes as her breasts fell free, and the equal delight he showed in using his dagger to shred and tear away her panties.
Securing her to the chair had been equally swift and brutal. While one goon grabbed a fistful of her hair, to leverage her off the floor, and his partner took her by the ankles, Reimer shoved the chair beneath her so that she could be dropped down onto it … unnecessarily hard. Moving swiftly they had secured her wrists to the chair’s arm restraints and her ankles to its legs.
Now as she sat, naked and immobilized, she fixed her gaze on SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt, who still stood at a distance, watching, seemingly nonchalantly, as he finished his cigarette and extinguished the stub on the concrete floor beneath the toe of his polished jackboot.
She waited apprehensively for him to make the next move, but he appeared to be in no hurry.
By that time she’d come to the conclusion that everything he did was calculated for maximum effect. He was playing with her mind … a cat and mouse game … and she resolved then and there that she would do everything she possibly could to keep from making this easy for him.
And for strength and inspiration she reflected back on her Rudy. What would he do in her situation? Why of course … he would resist, wouldn’t he? He’d be determined not to give them anything they could use. He might even, given the opportunity, attempt to throw them off by offering up misleading information.
Reinhardt took a seat directly facing her, the table stood alongside to him to his left.
There was a long silent pause, after which he lit up a new cigarette.
“You don’t mind my smoking, do you?” he said, striking an amiable tone.
“I hate smoking!”
“Did you know, Fräulein Mohr, that the temperature at the tip of a burning cigarette is about 400 degrees? And that skin burns in less than a second at that temperature?”
“Is that what you intend to do to me, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer?”
“It’s an option should you continue to avoid telling me what you were up to during the night, Fräulein Mohr.”
“I’ve already told you, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. I went to visit a friend and lost my way.”
“That’s simply not believable, Fräulein Mohr.”
“So, does that mean you are you going to burn me with that cigarette now?”
“It’s very tempting, but no. It would be a shame to permanently scar such a lovely body as yours. There are other methods I’d much prefer.”
“I’ll bet there are.”
“Do you know what these are, Fräulein Mohr?” he said cocking his head quizzically to one side while extracting from a wooden box that Reimer had left on the table a pair of electrical leads with sawtooth alligator clips attached.
“I can guess!”
“I’m sure you can, Fräulein Mohr. Which shows that there’s nothing wrong with your imagination despite the fact that so far you have only come up with the most lame brain explanation I can imagine for what you were up to before the Gestapo brought you in here. Now you’re not going to force me to clip one of these nasty fellows to each of your lovely tender little nipples, are you? And, by the way, there’s a third item yet in that box that goes between your legs.”
“I’ve told you, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer, I was visiting a friend and got lost.”
“And who might that friend be, Fräulein Mohr? Perhaps she or he can be brought in to corroborate your story?”
“I really can’t say. I don’t want to get her in trouble too.”
He laughed at that, stood up abruptly, marched over to the doorway and shouted, “Reimer! You’re needed in here. Bring the dynamo with you!”
Reimer must have been standing directly outside the door, for he appeared almost instantly, lugging a heavy metal contraption with a hand crank and various meter dials and electrical hookups attached. His two goons trailed close behind, each of them carrying a bucket full of water.
Shit! How am I going to manage this, she silently asked herself, as she watched Reimer and company go about setting things up … attaching the leads with the alligator clips that her interrogator had shown her to the contraption’s electrical hookups, unlimbering its hand crank, and teasingly dangling a third lead with a gleaming curved phallic-like head in front of her face to force a reaction from her.
As she recoiled, her inner voice was telling her to stall … by any means that came to mind.
And, without giving it any serious thought, she suddenly blurted out, “Wait, I’ve decided after all to tell you my friend’s name!”
“Please do, Fräulein Mohr. But hurry! I must warn you. Once Reimer and his crew set to work it’s most difficult to get them to stop.”
“Alright. Her name is Eva.”
“Eva? Such a common name, Fräulein Mohr … I was hoping you might come up with something more imaginative than that! I suppose you’re going to tell me next that her last name is ‘Braun’?”
“No, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer, I was about to tell you that I don’t know her last name. … as it was just yesterday that she and I first met. We shared a table at a cafe … you see … it was busy there and the only way we could be seated … and … well, we got to talking, and before we parted she invited me to come see her at her home.”
“What cafe, Fräulein Mohr? What address did she give you in order to find your way to her home? Why in the middle of the night?”
Silence
“You’re a pathetic liar, Fräulein Mohr! And, I’ve grown weary of this game. Here’s what I believe to be the truth. You were out late at night engaged in illicit … highly criminal … activities … most likely distributing those communist propaganda circulars that have been turning up all around the city lately. Further, I believe you were engaged in this criminal activity as a member of a Red cell. And I’m guessing that your boyfriend, Rudy Weiss, is also a member of this cell, perhaps even the cell’s leader. Indeed, I suspect that, just as he probably enticed an Innocent like yourself into his bed, he likely enticed you into doing the cell’s dirty work. Am I right?”
Silence.
“So here’s what I’m going to do, Fräulein Mohr! I’m going to order Reimer here to wire you up for interrogation under torture, and while he’s doing that I will be putting out a warrant for your boyfriend’s arrest!”
“You bastard! Mark my words, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! When my father hears of this, he’ll be on the phone in no time at all to Reichsführer-SS Himmler, himself. My father and the Reichsführer-SS are, as you’ll find out, very close friends. And, then it will be you who will be under arrest, and by the time this is over, you’ll find yourself spending the rest of your days in a konzentration-lager!”
“Reimer! Reimer! Wire the bitch up! And don’t be gentle about it. I’ll be back shortly.”
TBC
