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It Happened in Hamburg
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Hey! That's expensive fashion
Ah, the SS! Good mannered, disciplined, aimable,... even in the interrogation room!
He is clear and transparant in his intentions too, and explains them in an instructive way too! Real class!
So much class that he even makes Barb forget to complain!
"Oh yes, Fraulein Mohr! 'I know Himmler', that's what they all say in The Reich to impose themselves when they smell trouble! Perhaps, you could scare off a Wehrmacht officer with that threat, but not an SS-Sturmbannführer!"
The same can be said of your limericks, 99. That one is a gem!
THAT’S telling her!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Well, it has been tried before. Even much better : posing as Himmler's brother!THAT’S telling her!
(and the scene also features a Sturmbannführer, 'Major' von Hapen, the blonde man in black uniform at 1:45, who will take a more prominent role later in the plot).
One can only hope Barbara Mohr satisfies the Nazi because they can behave terribly when they aren't...
Stop reading ahead, Tree!!!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
In understandable language for the Sturmbannfüher : "Voraus lesen ist verboten!"
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
and what they said about his undercarriage is true!!!!
Mikerytel
Senator
Barbara Hitler has a nice ring to it.
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 04:12, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Reimer was in his element. This was exactly what he’d been hoping would happen. He knew SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt to be the slow, methodical type of interrogator, who played upon a prisoner’s psychological vulnerabilities before resorting to physical force. Personally, he thought that approach to be a total waste of time, believing the only thing that really got results was the brutal application of physical pain and terror in any and all of its usual forms. But then, he wasn’t in charge. Reinhardt was.
In any case things were happening now. While Reinhardt was occupied, he could do as he pleased and he intended to take advantage of the opportunity.
He began by ordering his two henchmen to stand on either side of and loom menacingly over her. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he watched her follow his every move as he set about withdrawing various tools of the trade from the wooden box on the table and lining them up in a neat row along the table’s edge. First the three electric wire leads with their horrible terrifying heads, followed by a pair of pliers, a set of brass knuckles, a wooden cudgel, a cosh, and a multi-thonged leather whip.
He liked playing with her. To add to her growing sense of terror he took the wire leads in his hand and dangled them menacingly in front of her face, which caused her to recoil and turn her head away exactly as he suspected she would.
On cue, one of his men responded promptly by grabbing a fistful of her hair and snapping her head around to face forward again.
“Owwww,” she cried.
Smirking openly, Reimer, busied himself for a a few moments connecting the electrical leads to the dynamo, then turned to face her again, this time with the alligator clip of one of the leads grasped firmly in his big meaty hand.
“Left or right?” he asked amiably.
Silence
“Can’t decide? Awwww, what a pity. Tell you what. I’ll decide for you!”
Reaching out suddenly, he grasped her right breast, lifting and tugging at it while attaching the open jaws of the alligator clip to the base of its erect nipple.
“Owwww! Shit!”
“Didn’t like that, Fräulein Mohr? That’s a shame. ‘Cause I’m going to have to do it your other tit too!”
“Please, no! Arggggghhhhh!”
“Almost done now, Fräulein Mohr. Kindly bear with me as I force this other little beauty up your sweet commie cunt!” he purred, displaying a false smile. “Gentlemen, please help me out and lift Fräulein Mohr’s ass a trifle for me and force her thighs apart, if you will.”
Resistance was futile. She knew there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable. She tried to calm and relax.
Sensing her resignation, Reimer slowed things down for added effect, taking his time as he smeared the phallic-like business-end of the third lead with a lubricating substance that he extracted with his finger from a small glass bottle, enjoying her look of utter revulsion … and not caring whether her sense of revulsion was directed at him or at what he was about to do to her.
And when he was ready, he did it … slowly … methodically … parting her vaginal lips with the fingers of one hand while forcibly burrowing the bulbous head of the wired dildo through the opening with the other … working it about … in and out … from side to side … and then burying it deep inside her … relishing the way she gasped and her wide-eyed look of distress.
Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he ordered his men to finish the arrangements by emptying both buckets of cold water over her head.
“You look like a drowned rat, Fräulein Mohr,” he chuckled.
She glared hatefully at him.
Exactly as he hoped she would.
“Now all that remains, my dear Fräulein Mohr, is to check on whether everything is functioning properly. See this object that I have in my hand? It’s a rheostat. By turning this little dial I can regulate the flow of electricity to your body. It can be quite mildly shocking, you see …. like this … there … do you feel it? Or, at the other extreme, it can be shockingly strong and excruciatingly painful … like this!”
Turning up the dial, he exulted at her reaction as the current surged through her … at how she squirmed and flailed wildly about on the chair … at how her breasts jiggled and swayed … at how loudly she screamed … and at how pitifully she begged … pleading so desperately for him to please stop.
Which he did, but with every intention of doing it all over again. And after giving her a few moments to recover, he was about to administer a second round of shocking when the door to the interrogation room suddenly flew open and Reinhardt burst in.
“Reimer! What the fuck are you doing! I ordered you to wire her up. But I gave you no permission to begin shocking her! What were you thinking? Now, drop that rheostat and get the hell out of here! And take your men with you! You’ll pay for this. Consider yourself on report for insubordination!”
“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer,” he growled sullenly as he and his crew slunk off, and on exiting slammed the door shut.
TBC
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 04:12, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Reimer was in his element. This was exactly what he’d been hoping would happen. He knew SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt to be the slow, methodical type of interrogator, who played upon a prisoner’s psychological vulnerabilities before resorting to physical force. Personally, he thought that approach to be a total waste of time, believing the only thing that really got results was the brutal application of physical pain and terror in any and all of its usual forms. But then, he wasn’t in charge. Reinhardt was.
In any case things were happening now. While Reinhardt was occupied, he could do as he pleased and he intended to take advantage of the opportunity.
He began by ordering his two henchmen to stand on either side of and loom menacingly over her. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he watched her follow his every move as he set about withdrawing various tools of the trade from the wooden box on the table and lining them up in a neat row along the table’s edge. First the three electric wire leads with their horrible terrifying heads, followed by a pair of pliers, a set of brass knuckles, a wooden cudgel, a cosh, and a multi-thonged leather whip.
He liked playing with her. To add to her growing sense of terror he took the wire leads in his hand and dangled them menacingly in front of her face, which caused her to recoil and turn her head away exactly as he suspected she would.
On cue, one of his men responded promptly by grabbing a fistful of her hair and snapping her head around to face forward again.
“Owwww,” she cried.
Smirking openly, Reimer, busied himself for a a few moments connecting the electrical leads to the dynamo, then turned to face her again, this time with the alligator clip of one of the leads grasped firmly in his big meaty hand.
“Left or right?” he asked amiably.
Silence
“Can’t decide? Awwww, what a pity. Tell you what. I’ll decide for you!”
Reaching out suddenly, he grasped her right breast, lifting and tugging at it while attaching the open jaws of the alligator clip to the base of its erect nipple.
“Owwww! Shit!”
“Didn’t like that, Fräulein Mohr? That’s a shame. ‘Cause I’m going to have to do it your other tit too!”
“Please, no! Arggggghhhhh!”
“Almost done now, Fräulein Mohr. Kindly bear with me as I force this other little beauty up your sweet commie cunt!” he purred, displaying a false smile. “Gentlemen, please help me out and lift Fräulein Mohr’s ass a trifle for me and force her thighs apart, if you will.”
Resistance was futile. She knew there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable. She tried to calm and relax.
Sensing her resignation, Reimer slowed things down for added effect, taking his time as he smeared the phallic-like business-end of the third lead with a lubricating substance that he extracted with his finger from a small glass bottle, enjoying her look of utter revulsion … and not caring whether her sense of revulsion was directed at him or at what he was about to do to her.
And when he was ready, he did it … slowly … methodically … parting her vaginal lips with the fingers of one hand while forcibly burrowing the bulbous head of the wired dildo through the opening with the other … working it about … in and out … from side to side … and then burying it deep inside her … relishing the way she gasped and her wide-eyed look of distress.
Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he ordered his men to finish the arrangements by emptying both buckets of cold water over her head.
“You look like a drowned rat, Fräulein Mohr,” he chuckled.
She glared hatefully at him.
Exactly as he hoped she would.
“Now all that remains, my dear Fräulein Mohr, is to check on whether everything is functioning properly. See this object that I have in my hand? It’s a rheostat. By turning this little dial I can regulate the flow of electricity to your body. It can be quite mildly shocking, you see …. like this … there … do you feel it? Or, at the other extreme, it can be shockingly strong and excruciatingly painful … like this!”
Turning up the dial, he exulted at her reaction as the current surged through her … at how she squirmed and flailed wildly about on the chair … at how her breasts jiggled and swayed … at how loudly she screamed … and at how pitifully she begged … pleading so desperately for him to please stop.
Which he did, but with every intention of doing it all over again. And after giving her a few moments to recover, he was about to administer a second round of shocking when the door to the interrogation room suddenly flew open and Reinhardt burst in.
“Reimer! What the fuck are you doing! I ordered you to wire her up. But I gave you no permission to begin shocking her! What were you thinking? Now, drop that rheostat and get the hell out of here! And take your men with you! You’ll pay for this. Consider yourself on report for insubordination!”
“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer,” he growled sullenly as he and his crew slunk off, and on exiting slammed the door shut.
TBC
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Graphite grease or something like that? The lubricant is not supposed to isolate the lead!
It's OK! It works! The lubricant does not isolate!
"May I remind Herr Sturmbannführer that on a previous occasion, you called me on report, because the apparatus did work on a suspect as a consequence of an isolating lubricant, and that Herr Sturmbannführer had complained that I had not tested it appropriately before Herr Sturmbannführer would come in!?"
twonines
LIMERICUS
Nobody likes a barrack room lawyer!Graphite grease or something like that? The lubricant is not supposed to isolate the lead!
It's OK! It works! The lubricant does not isolate!
"May I remind Herr Sturmbannführer that on a previous occasion, you called me on report, because the apparatus did work on a suspect as a consequence of an isolating lubricant, and that Herr Sturmbannführer had complained that I had not tested it appropriately before Herr Sturmbannführer would come in!?"
Cheeky!!!!"May I remind Herr Sturmbannführer that on a previous occasion, you called me on report, because the apparatus did work on a suspect as a consequence of an isolating lubricant, and that Herr Sturmbannführer had complained that I had not tested it appropriately before Herr Sturmbannführer would come in!?"
But a good example of why high-bred technically incompetent officers (and naive female story writers) need practical and knowledgeable non-commissioned officers to save them from the consequences of their naive or ill considered orders.
“Sergeant! Get your men on their feet and charge that pesky machine gun nest!”
“Sir, begging your pardon, but why not call in and take it out with an artillery strike?
twonines
LIMERICUS
It is a commonly held belief by the senior NCOs in all Armies, that they actually run that Army, and that the the trick is to let the Officers think that they do.Cheeky!!!!
But a good example of why high-bred technically incompetent officers (and naive female story writers) need practical and knowledgeable non-commissioned officers to save them from the consequences of their naive or ill considered orders.
“Sergeant! Get your men on their feet and charge that pesky machine gun nest!”
“Sir, begging your pardon, but why not call in and take it out with an artillery strike?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
There is some truth in it. Warrant officers are often well skilled and assume lots of responsabilities in a unit.