A 'shocking' display of brutality! Such fine flesh being fried like this!
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It Happened in Hamburg
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Reimer's favourite dish is Bratwurst!
Mikerytel
Senator
BarbwurstReimer's favourite dish is Bratwurst!
twonines
LIMERICUS
Nothing could arouse Reimer moreThere once was a fella called Reimer
A nasty young sadististic climber
So much so that he
With far too much glee
Exceeded his orders to prime 'er
Than an aristocratic girl like Mohr.
Her full, firm, tits
And soft girly bits,
He`d love to see covered in gore.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Let's stop this culinary excusion, before someone translates 'tight little' to German as 'kleine Schinken'.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
SOME truth?!?!?
9
On the street outside the Hamburg Stadthaus, 04:40, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss shivered and stomped his feet. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been keeping vigil outside the Stadthaus, but the night was bitterly cold and he wasn’t at all sure how long he would be able to remain there without freezing to death. So far, his vigil had been unrewarding.
There had been no sign of Barbara or even of any activity within the largely darkened mammoth structure. Other than at one point, when perhaps a half hour or so earlier, several cars loaded with Gestapo men had emerged from the garage adjoining the Stadthaus and motored off into the night …like a pack of wolves … presumably headed off on a predawn raid of some sort or another. Predawn raids were what they did, after all, and he pitied the victims … whomever they might be.
He considered, as he had done several times, trying to enter the building on some pretext or another. But dismissed the idea once again as unworkable and entirely too dangerous.
It was time to leave and return to his flat, he finally and reluctantly decided.
But just as he was about to head off the cars that had earlier left the Stadthaus abruptly returned. He stood still and watched as … one by one … they reentered the garage from which they had originally emerged and disappeared.
Almost like a foreboding sign, it had begun to snow again and a brisk north wind had arisen, sweeping in long hard gusts from the direction of the harbor. Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled up his collar against the wind’s bone-chilling bite and trudged off for home.
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Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 04:41, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Joachim Mohr pushed his considerable bulk back and away from his desk. He stood and ambled over to the sideboard, where he poured himself a brandy … selected and lit a cigar.
He’d finished going over the books and having set business aside for the moment, his thoughts returned to the matter of his daughter’s disappearance as related to him by the young scoundrel, Rudolf Weiss.
Why was it that Weiss had mentioned the possibility that Barbara might have been picked up by the Gestapo? Was that mere speculation or did Weiss know for some reason that it was a real possibility?
Mohr had no trouble imagining that the lad was up to no good and might well have gotten Barbara into trouble of some kind or another. Indeed, for all Mohr knew, the over-sexed little bastard may have gotten her knocked up and she’d gone off in the middle of the night to pay a visit to some place where she could abort the bastard fetus!
Either way, he deemed it a good idea to ring the Stadthaus in the morning and make some inquiries as to whether the Gestapo might have brought Barbara in during the night. Although he highly doubted that was the case, he prided himself in having gotten to where he was in this world by never overlooking even the slightest possibility that something may have gone or was about to go wrong.
*************
14 Gotenstrasse, Hammerbrook district, Hamburg, 04:52, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss stopped dead in his tracks upon reaching the attic floor of the Mietskaserne. His worst fear had become a reality. The door to his flat hung broken on its hinges.
Frozen in place, he waited and listened, but all was quiet.
Stepping cautiously inside he found to his dismay that his small spartan abode had been totally ransacked. The bed had been turned over, and the mattress cut open. The contents of the wardrobe and the nightstand drawer had been emptied. All of his possessions lay smashed or ripped apart on the floor, including his private collection of nude photos he had taken of his Barbara one warm summer day by a lake in the park.
It had been early on in their relationship when those photos were taken, back in his university days and not long after they had met and he had succeeded in making her his latest conquest.
She had posed for him willingly that day, quickly getting into the spirit of the moment, offering herself up for the camera in a variety of alluring poses.
She and he had both ended up making love there by the lake … much to the amusement of passersby.
But that was then, and such momentary reveries were of little use now. The Gestapo had obviously raided his flat. And he could be reasonably confident that the raid had been carried out by the agents he had witnessed earlier driving away from the Stadthaus and returning just as he was about to abandon his vigil there to return to his flat.
This was bad! He and Barbara were clearly both compromised and in very serious trouble A conclusion driven further home by the discovery that amongst the debris scattered about on the floor of his flat were spare copies of the circular he had sent Barbara out to distribute that night under the cover of darkness!
For now he was free. But, if the Gestapo had her, it was only a matter of time before she talked. And when that happened, he and everyone else in the cell would be compromised.
His primary responsibility given what had happened, he concluded, was to distance himself from the flat and to swiftly warn the others while there was still time!
TBC
On the street outside the Hamburg Stadthaus, 04:40, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss shivered and stomped his feet. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been keeping vigil outside the Stadthaus, but the night was bitterly cold and he wasn’t at all sure how long he would be able to remain there without freezing to death. So far, his vigil had been unrewarding.
There had been no sign of Barbara or even of any activity within the largely darkened mammoth structure. Other than at one point, when perhaps a half hour or so earlier, several cars loaded with Gestapo men had emerged from the garage adjoining the Stadthaus and motored off into the night …like a pack of wolves … presumably headed off on a predawn raid of some sort or another. Predawn raids were what they did, after all, and he pitied the victims … whomever they might be.
He considered, as he had done several times, trying to enter the building on some pretext or another. But dismissed the idea once again as unworkable and entirely too dangerous.
It was time to leave and return to his flat, he finally and reluctantly decided.
But just as he was about to head off the cars that had earlier left the Stadthaus abruptly returned. He stood still and watched as … one by one … they reentered the garage from which they had originally emerged and disappeared.
Almost like a foreboding sign, it had begun to snow again and a brisk north wind had arisen, sweeping in long hard gusts from the direction of the harbor. Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled up his collar against the wind’s bone-chilling bite and trudged off for home.
*****************
Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 04:41, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Joachim Mohr pushed his considerable bulk back and away from his desk. He stood and ambled over to the sideboard, where he poured himself a brandy … selected and lit a cigar.
He’d finished going over the books and having set business aside for the moment, his thoughts returned to the matter of his daughter’s disappearance as related to him by the young scoundrel, Rudolf Weiss.
Why was it that Weiss had mentioned the possibility that Barbara might have been picked up by the Gestapo? Was that mere speculation or did Weiss know for some reason that it was a real possibility?
Mohr had no trouble imagining that the lad was up to no good and might well have gotten Barbara into trouble of some kind or another. Indeed, for all Mohr knew, the over-sexed little bastard may have gotten her knocked up and she’d gone off in the middle of the night to pay a visit to some place where she could abort the bastard fetus!
Either way, he deemed it a good idea to ring the Stadthaus in the morning and make some inquiries as to whether the Gestapo might have brought Barbara in during the night. Although he highly doubted that was the case, he prided himself in having gotten to where he was in this world by never overlooking even the slightest possibility that something may have gone or was about to go wrong.
*************
14 Gotenstrasse, Hammerbrook district, Hamburg, 04:52, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss stopped dead in his tracks upon reaching the attic floor of the Mietskaserne. His worst fear had become a reality. The door to his flat hung broken on its hinges.
Frozen in place, he waited and listened, but all was quiet.
Stepping cautiously inside he found to his dismay that his small spartan abode had been totally ransacked. The bed had been turned over, and the mattress cut open. The contents of the wardrobe and the nightstand drawer had been emptied. All of his possessions lay smashed or ripped apart on the floor, including his private collection of nude photos he had taken of his Barbara one warm summer day by a lake in the park.
It had been early on in their relationship when those photos were taken, back in his university days and not long after they had met and he had succeeded in making her his latest conquest.
She had posed for him willingly that day, quickly getting into the spirit of the moment, offering herself up for the camera in a variety of alluring poses.
She and he had both ended up making love there by the lake … much to the amusement of passersby.
But that was then, and such momentary reveries were of little use now. The Gestapo had obviously raided his flat. And he could be reasonably confident that the raid had been carried out by the agents he had witnessed earlier driving away from the Stadthaus and returning just as he was about to abandon his vigil there to return to his flat.
This was bad! He and Barbara were clearly both compromised and in very serious trouble A conclusion driven further home by the discovery that amongst the debris scattered about on the floor of his flat were spare copies of the circular he had sent Barbara out to distribute that night under the cover of darkness!
For now he was free. But, if the Gestapo had her, it was only a matter of time before she talked. And when that happened, he and everyone else in the cell would be compromised.
His primary responsibility given what had happened, he concluded, was to distance himself from the flat and to swiftly warn the others while there was still time!
TBC
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Bang hard on the main entry door and shout : "Aufmachen! Aufmachen!"
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
My advice? Get out of Hamburg as quick as you can! Gestapo might be on stake-out near your flat!
Stop reading ahead!
10
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 05:20, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Kriminaloberassistent Heinz Fromme paused briefly outside the closed door to Verhörraum E before gently knocking. He knew that SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt was inside conducting an interrogation and that Reinhardt hated to be disturbed. Reimer had duly warned him of that. Yet, he felt the outcome of his Gestapo unit’s raid on the Weiss flat was significant enough to warrant the disturbance.
“Yes, what is it?”
It’s Kriminaloberassistent Fromme. My apologies Herr SS-Sturmbannführer, but there is an urgent matter I must speak to you about.”
“Alright, enter but be quick about it.”
Fromme entered, and as he closed the door behind himself, he quickly took in the scene.
Reinhardt was seated part way across the room, his back to Fromme. A cloud of cigarette smoke hovered lazily over the SS-Sturmbannführer’s head. Alongside him was a table on which lay a dynamo and an assortment of torture instruments.
Before him sat a naked young woman, head bent forward, sodden hair plastered to her head and half obscuring her downcast face. She was secured at wrists and ankles to the metal chair on which she sat, and she was wired to the dynamo with clips attached to her nipples and a probe stuck up her cunt.
She appeared to be in a highly distressed state, moaning and muttering softly to herself and quite visibly trembling uncontrollably.
“Report!” demanded Reinhardt, breaking the silence.
“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! I’m reporting on the mission on which you sent me and my Gestapo colleagues. Although we failed to find Rudolf Weiss at his flat, a quick search of the premises yielded a great deal. It would appear that Weiss is indeed a member, if not the leader, of an active Red cell. We found plenty of incriminating evidence that points to that. As well as a cache of the propaganda circulars that have been distributed at night around the city as of late. There was also plenty of evidence that suggests, as you suspected, that the Mohr girl is deeply involved with Weiss in a sexual way, and most probably in the criminal activities of his cell as well.”
“Thank you, Fromme. Most interesting. Well done! Take as many agents as you can gather quickly. Go out and comb the city. I want Weiss brought in before the day is out.
“Jawohl!”
“You may go now.”
“Thank you, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. Heil Hitler!”
“Heil Hitler,” he replied without any apparent enthusiasm. Get out. Now!”
‘So, that settles it,’ mused Reinhardt to himself. He felt a small sense of triumph but also a sense of sadness for the hopelessness of the plight the poor girl had gotten herself into. She looked so pitiful perched on that chair, seemingly so small and vulnerable.
He was still angry with Reimer for overstepping his authority and electro-shocking her as he had done. Reinhardt had calculated that simply wiring her up was all that would have been needed to break her. She had already been so close. She just needed a little more time.
But now, with Fromme’s report, new possibilities were opening up. Should Fromme be successful in bringing Weiss in, it was entirely possible that the two lovebirds could be played off against one another. Indeed, there was the definite possibility in the offing of rolling up an entire Red cell and perhaps even more!
But for that to happen, Reinhardt knew he must be patient, which meant it was time to show her the soft glove rather than the mailed fist.
“Are you alright, Fräulein Mohr? I’m sorry for what Reimer did to you. He wasn’t supposed to go that far! He will be punished for it, of that I can assure you.”
“Do I look alright, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer? No! I am definitely not alright!
“Surely you overheard that which Kriminaloberassistent Fromme reported to me but a few minutes ago, Fräulein Mohr? I beg of you to reconsider your refusal to answer my questions truthfully. I wish you no further discomfort. Talk to me now before it’s too late.”
“Not while I’m bound to this chair with wires attached to my most intimate bits, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. If you truly care for my well being, you’ll show me a little more respect. Release me and perhaps then we can talk.”
“Sorry, Fräulein Mohr, but when they bring Weiss in, as they most surely will, it might be well for him to see you just as you are if not in some other dire situation. It’s for the shock effect, you see. If he really loves you … and perhaps he does … or perhaps he doesn’t … that’s of course possible too … it’s in my interest to do everything I can to put him off balance from the very start. So, you’ll stay exactly as you are, at least for now, while you and I continue to have our little chat.”
“I absolutely hate you and your fucking Nazi kind, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! I’m not talking to you and I demand again that my father be informed of my situation here.”
“Regrettably, Fräulein Mohr, you are not showing even the slightest sign of cooperation. It pains me terribly that you can be so stubborn.”
Silence.
“And furthermore, now that you’ve brought up the subject of your father, I must tell you that I’ve been reading his SD file and have taken an interest in his many English contacts and liaisons … particularly that devilish, warmongering Member of Parliament, Winston Churchill, and his ilk. The reports in your father’s file indicate that he spent secluded time with Churchill on more than one occasion over the past two months … coincidentally these sessions began not long after Churchill’s lengthy … and defamatory remarks of the Reich parliamentary oratory of 5 October. Perhaps, before we are finished here, Fräulein Mohr, you and I can have a conversation about your father’s choice of other British associates as well? Surely as a member of your father’s household you are aware of your father’s comings and goings, and quite possibly of his true political sympathies as well?
Silence.
“Alright, clearly you need time to collect your thoughts, and it may be some time before your boyfriend is dragged in here to join you. I’m a busy man, Fräulein Mohr, and have much to do. So, I will go for now, and leave you to the tender mercies of Reimer and his ilk until I return. I very much doubt you’ll enjoy their company.”
TBC
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 05:20, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Kriminaloberassistent Heinz Fromme paused briefly outside the closed door to Verhörraum E before gently knocking. He knew that SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt was inside conducting an interrogation and that Reinhardt hated to be disturbed. Reimer had duly warned him of that. Yet, he felt the outcome of his Gestapo unit’s raid on the Weiss flat was significant enough to warrant the disturbance.
“Yes, what is it?”
It’s Kriminaloberassistent Fromme. My apologies Herr SS-Sturmbannführer, but there is an urgent matter I must speak to you about.”
“Alright, enter but be quick about it.”
Fromme entered, and as he closed the door behind himself, he quickly took in the scene.
Reinhardt was seated part way across the room, his back to Fromme. A cloud of cigarette smoke hovered lazily over the SS-Sturmbannführer’s head. Alongside him was a table on which lay a dynamo and an assortment of torture instruments.
Before him sat a naked young woman, head bent forward, sodden hair plastered to her head and half obscuring her downcast face. She was secured at wrists and ankles to the metal chair on which she sat, and she was wired to the dynamo with clips attached to her nipples and a probe stuck up her cunt.
She appeared to be in a highly distressed state, moaning and muttering softly to herself and quite visibly trembling uncontrollably.
“Report!” demanded Reinhardt, breaking the silence.
“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! I’m reporting on the mission on which you sent me and my Gestapo colleagues. Although we failed to find Rudolf Weiss at his flat, a quick search of the premises yielded a great deal. It would appear that Weiss is indeed a member, if not the leader, of an active Red cell. We found plenty of incriminating evidence that points to that. As well as a cache of the propaganda circulars that have been distributed at night around the city as of late. There was also plenty of evidence that suggests, as you suspected, that the Mohr girl is deeply involved with Weiss in a sexual way, and most probably in the criminal activities of his cell as well.”
“Thank you, Fromme. Most interesting. Well done! Take as many agents as you can gather quickly. Go out and comb the city. I want Weiss brought in before the day is out.
“Jawohl!”
“You may go now.”
“Thank you, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. Heil Hitler!”
“Heil Hitler,” he replied without any apparent enthusiasm. Get out. Now!”
‘So, that settles it,’ mused Reinhardt to himself. He felt a small sense of triumph but also a sense of sadness for the hopelessness of the plight the poor girl had gotten herself into. She looked so pitiful perched on that chair, seemingly so small and vulnerable.
He was still angry with Reimer for overstepping his authority and electro-shocking her as he had done. Reinhardt had calculated that simply wiring her up was all that would have been needed to break her. She had already been so close. She just needed a little more time.
But now, with Fromme’s report, new possibilities were opening up. Should Fromme be successful in bringing Weiss in, it was entirely possible that the two lovebirds could be played off against one another. Indeed, there was the definite possibility in the offing of rolling up an entire Red cell and perhaps even more!
But for that to happen, Reinhardt knew he must be patient, which meant it was time to show her the soft glove rather than the mailed fist.
“Are you alright, Fräulein Mohr? I’m sorry for what Reimer did to you. He wasn’t supposed to go that far! He will be punished for it, of that I can assure you.”
“Do I look alright, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer? No! I am definitely not alright!
“Surely you overheard that which Kriminaloberassistent Fromme reported to me but a few minutes ago, Fräulein Mohr? I beg of you to reconsider your refusal to answer my questions truthfully. I wish you no further discomfort. Talk to me now before it’s too late.”
“Not while I’m bound to this chair with wires attached to my most intimate bits, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. If you truly care for my well being, you’ll show me a little more respect. Release me and perhaps then we can talk.”
“Sorry, Fräulein Mohr, but when they bring Weiss in, as they most surely will, it might be well for him to see you just as you are if not in some other dire situation. It’s for the shock effect, you see. If he really loves you … and perhaps he does … or perhaps he doesn’t … that’s of course possible too … it’s in my interest to do everything I can to put him off balance from the very start. So, you’ll stay exactly as you are, at least for now, while you and I continue to have our little chat.”
“I absolutely hate you and your fucking Nazi kind, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! I’m not talking to you and I demand again that my father be informed of my situation here.”
“Regrettably, Fräulein Mohr, you are not showing even the slightest sign of cooperation. It pains me terribly that you can be so stubborn.”
Silence.
“And furthermore, now that you’ve brought up the subject of your father, I must tell you that I’ve been reading his SD file and have taken an interest in his many English contacts and liaisons … particularly that devilish, warmongering Member of Parliament, Winston Churchill, and his ilk. The reports in your father’s file indicate that he spent secluded time with Churchill on more than one occasion over the past two months … coincidentally these sessions began not long after Churchill’s lengthy … and defamatory remarks of the Reich parliamentary oratory of 5 October. Perhaps, before we are finished here, Fräulein Mohr, you and I can have a conversation about your father’s choice of other British associates as well? Surely as a member of your father’s household you are aware of your father’s comings and goings, and quite possibly of his true political sympathies as well?
Silence.
“Alright, clearly you need time to collect your thoughts, and it may be some time before your boyfriend is dragged in here to join you. I’m a busy man, Fräulein Mohr, and have much to do. So, I will go for now, and leave you to the tender mercies of Reimer and his ilk until I return. I very much doubt you’ll enjoy their company.”
TBC
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Winston Churchill? No one in Britain listens to the warmongering of that frustrated backbencher, whose future lays already years way behind him!
Polite and well educated people! I like that!
Oh, oh, Reimer! Anticipate on demerits!
Pretty certain informed Australians had a pretty low opinion of him at this time as well. Gallipoli was only 23 years earlier
Heil Hitler!Polite and well educated people! I like that!
Flop!
Yeah go on, Barb, issue some demerits!!Oh, oh, Reimer! Anticipate on demerits!
11
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 05:07, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Barbara had a lot to think and worry about.
What if they should be successful in finding and arresting Rudy? She hoped he had enough sense to go to ground and to warn the other members of the cell. What would she do if they succeeded in finding him and brought him in to complicate her situation, as the SS-Sturmbannführer had threatened. The answer to that she honestly did not know.
Her second worry … a doubt really … was about how long she could withstand being tortured? Reimer hadn’t returned yet, but she was certain he would, but when? And with the SS-Sturmbannführer away, almost anything could happen. She suspected that Reinhardt had purposely intended it to be that way. She feared that things were about to get a whole lot worse.
She remembered Rudy had always said that if she ever was taken into custody by the Gestapo it was absolutely vital that she resist saying anything until others in the cell had sufficient time to go underground. But no one ever said exactly for how long that should be.
And then there was the issue of her father, whom she assumed could save the day if and when all else had failed. She knew he had the Reichsführer-SS Himmler’s ear. The SS, after all, had placed huge armaments orders with her father’s companies and were quite dependent on him.
But SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt’s revelations about her father’s apparent chumminess with Churchill and others in Britain known to be openly critical of Hitler was likely a matter of concern in the security-paranoid Third Reich. Could her father possibly be holding a weak hand at a time when she might need him most? Could she and her actions possibly be doing him damage?
All too worrisome to contemplate, she told herself, switching her attention to more immediately pressing concerns as Reimer and company barged abruptly into the room. She did not like, at all, the wickedly cruel expression on Reimer’s face.
“Well, well! I must say, Fräulein Mohr … such a scowl! It hurts me deeply that you are so clearly unhappy to see me return. Thought you’d seen the last of Georg Reimer, had you? So sorry my dear little sweetheart, but until they bring your boyfriend in … and who knows how long that might be … and while the SS-Sturmbannführer is occupied with other matters … it’s your misfortune to be left in the hands of me and my trusted associates.”
“Do your worst, you fucking asshole! I’ll not be intimidated by the sorry likes of you!”
“Ahhhh, brave but foolish words, Fräulein Mohr. It will be my pleasure to make you eat them! You say you’ll not be intimidated, that you’ll never talk? You think I really care one way or another about that? Well I don’t! And neither do my comrades. We just want a piece of your tight little ass, and with Reinhardt away, we intend to help ourselves to it.”
“Bastards!”
“Go get that old mattress and bring it in here, boys! And while you’re doing that I’ll get those wires off her for the time being as Fräulein Mohr clearly wishes to share the pleasures of her body with us.”
Chuckling merrily to themselves the two behemoths disappeared out into the corridor to fetch the mattress, while Reimer amused himself with the task of removing wired nipple clamps and dildo from her body.
She saw him coming, and as he drew close enough to reach for the nipple clips, she spat in his face.
Drawing back in surprise, he wiped spittle from his face with his sleeve, muttered something darkly and unintelligibly, and promptly grasped the clips with both hands and yanked them away with such force as to make her howl in pain.
**************
Gleis 7, Hamburg Hauptbahnhof, 05:28, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss nervously checked the ticket he gripped in his hand as he stood beneath the iron and glass canopy of Hamburg’s immense rail station, waiting on the Track 7 island for the Deutsche Reichsbahn train to pull in for boarding. His ticket was good for second class passage to Hannover. And, if all went well he’d be clear of Hamburg and out of immediate danger once the train pulled out at 5:45.
Having decided that immediate flight was his best option, Rudy had left responsibility for alerting the rest of the cell members to the danger caused by Barbara’s arrest to Albert Jung, the only member he had been able to reach quickly and an old friend from Rudy’s university days whose flat was not far away.
Once in Hannover, he hoped to look up another old university friend … lover actually … a pre-Barbara conquest … Annalise Meyer … a girl he still kept in touch with and hoped to persuade to take him in until things blew over.
He imagined the chances of that to be good, as he knew she despised Barbara for stealing him away, and would presumably jump at the chance to get him back.
The train pulled in on time. He was forced to wait nervously while arriving passengers disembarked, but once the way was clear he quickly got onboard, found himself a seat in the rear of a coach, sat down and pulled his hat down so as to partially cover his face.
Other passengers got on, but it being Sunday morning, and an early hour, they were few in number.
So far so good he told himself. Only a few minutes to wait, and the train would be off and he would be hopefully out of danger.
He fumbled for a cigarette, nervously lit it and craned his neck to peer out the window at the clock over the platform sign that read, “Hamburg Hbf”. It showed 5:42.
But then his luck ran out. Two men in long overcoats got on, and began working their way down the coach’s aisle towards him, demanding identity papers from everyone.
TBC
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 05:07, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Barbara had a lot to think and worry about.
What if they should be successful in finding and arresting Rudy? She hoped he had enough sense to go to ground and to warn the other members of the cell. What would she do if they succeeded in finding him and brought him in to complicate her situation, as the SS-Sturmbannführer had threatened. The answer to that she honestly did not know.
Her second worry … a doubt really … was about how long she could withstand being tortured? Reimer hadn’t returned yet, but she was certain he would, but when? And with the SS-Sturmbannführer away, almost anything could happen. She suspected that Reinhardt had purposely intended it to be that way. She feared that things were about to get a whole lot worse.
She remembered Rudy had always said that if she ever was taken into custody by the Gestapo it was absolutely vital that she resist saying anything until others in the cell had sufficient time to go underground. But no one ever said exactly for how long that should be.
And then there was the issue of her father, whom she assumed could save the day if and when all else had failed. She knew he had the Reichsführer-SS Himmler’s ear. The SS, after all, had placed huge armaments orders with her father’s companies and were quite dependent on him.
But SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt’s revelations about her father’s apparent chumminess with Churchill and others in Britain known to be openly critical of Hitler was likely a matter of concern in the security-paranoid Third Reich. Could her father possibly be holding a weak hand at a time when she might need him most? Could she and her actions possibly be doing him damage?
All too worrisome to contemplate, she told herself, switching her attention to more immediately pressing concerns as Reimer and company barged abruptly into the room. She did not like, at all, the wickedly cruel expression on Reimer’s face.
“Well, well! I must say, Fräulein Mohr … such a scowl! It hurts me deeply that you are so clearly unhappy to see me return. Thought you’d seen the last of Georg Reimer, had you? So sorry my dear little sweetheart, but until they bring your boyfriend in … and who knows how long that might be … and while the SS-Sturmbannführer is occupied with other matters … it’s your misfortune to be left in the hands of me and my trusted associates.”
“Do your worst, you fucking asshole! I’ll not be intimidated by the sorry likes of you!”
“Ahhhh, brave but foolish words, Fräulein Mohr. It will be my pleasure to make you eat them! You say you’ll not be intimidated, that you’ll never talk? You think I really care one way or another about that? Well I don’t! And neither do my comrades. We just want a piece of your tight little ass, and with Reinhardt away, we intend to help ourselves to it.”
“Bastards!”
“Go get that old mattress and bring it in here, boys! And while you’re doing that I’ll get those wires off her for the time being as Fräulein Mohr clearly wishes to share the pleasures of her body with us.”
Chuckling merrily to themselves the two behemoths disappeared out into the corridor to fetch the mattress, while Reimer amused himself with the task of removing wired nipple clamps and dildo from her body.
She saw him coming, and as he drew close enough to reach for the nipple clips, she spat in his face.
Drawing back in surprise, he wiped spittle from his face with his sleeve, muttered something darkly and unintelligibly, and promptly grasped the clips with both hands and yanked them away with such force as to make her howl in pain.
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Gleis 7, Hamburg Hauptbahnhof, 05:28, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss nervously checked the ticket he gripped in his hand as he stood beneath the iron and glass canopy of Hamburg’s immense rail station, waiting on the Track 7 island for the Deutsche Reichsbahn train to pull in for boarding. His ticket was good for second class passage to Hannover. And, if all went well he’d be clear of Hamburg and out of immediate danger once the train pulled out at 5:45.
Having decided that immediate flight was his best option, Rudy had left responsibility for alerting the rest of the cell members to the danger caused by Barbara’s arrest to Albert Jung, the only member he had been able to reach quickly and an old friend from Rudy’s university days whose flat was not far away.
Once in Hannover, he hoped to look up another old university friend … lover actually … a pre-Barbara conquest … Annalise Meyer … a girl he still kept in touch with and hoped to persuade to take him in until things blew over.
He imagined the chances of that to be good, as he knew she despised Barbara for stealing him away, and would presumably jump at the chance to get him back.
The train pulled in on time. He was forced to wait nervously while arriving passengers disembarked, but once the way was clear he quickly got onboard, found himself a seat in the rear of a coach, sat down and pulled his hat down so as to partially cover his face.
Other passengers got on, but it being Sunday morning, and an early hour, they were few in number.
So far so good he told himself. Only a few minutes to wait, and the train would be off and he would be hopefully out of danger.
He fumbled for a cigarette, nervously lit it and craned his neck to peer out the window at the clock over the platform sign that read, “Hamburg Hbf”. It showed 5:42.
But then his luck ran out. Two men in long overcoats got on, and began working their way down the coach’s aisle towards him, demanding identity papers from everyone.
TBC