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It Happened in Hamburg

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Really, really good chapter. Loved the different scenes ... admire Barb's resilience in the face of terror for the good of the bigger picture, but beginning to feel a little loathing for Rudy who was all set to abandon her (albeit in the name of that same bigger picture). Really easy to become invested in the story and its characters Barb, great stuff!
 
Barbaria1 said:
“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.”
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Until Reinhardt returns, to 'rescue' her!? That good cop-bad cop game they play should have become obvious for Barb.

Barbaria1 said:
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.
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"Papiere, bitte!?" :loco:
 
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 05:29, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

With a final grunt, a red-faced Reimer pulled back at last, slowly withdrawing his outsized, semen and cum-slimed member from deep within her.

Barbara had thought the lout would never finish. Her Rudy could often be a little rough and long-lasting, and she liked that … but this was altogether different.

It had all happened rather quickly. Reimer’s men had returned dragging a filthy mattress between them, which they’d laid on the floor in the center of the interrogation room. By that time, Reimer had freed her of the wires and had her up off the chair and ready, arms pinned tightly behind her.

“On your back now princess, he had breathed huskily in her ear before giving her a shove into the arms of an underling … she thought she had heard him addressed earlier as Karl … who promptly snatched her up off her feet and tossed her down onto the mattress.

Reacting quickly, she had rolled to her side and tried to regain her feet. But Karl, assisted by the other lout … whose name had yet to be revealed to her … quickly intercepted her and forced her back down onto the mattress.

There, they had pinned her down and spreadeagled her, with Karl kneeling on her outstretched hands and wrists while his pal struggled to control her flailing legs.

“Stop struggling and try to enjoy this, Fräulein Mohr,” Reimer had said looming over her, dropping his trousers and taking his hardened prick in hand, “try to think of yourself as privileged! You’re about to get the biggest and best fucking of your life!”

That was finally over now, and it hadn’t been in the least enjoyable.

Nor, was there any imaginable way that she was going to escape more of the same from the other two!

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She found herself wishing for the speedy return of SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt, but knew deep down that that was highly unlikely. Indeed, the gang raping was undoubtedly taking place with his knowledge and part of his plan of gradual intimidation and submission. She fully expected that on his return, he would feign outrage over and offer apologies for the reprehensible behaviors of Reimer and company.

But she had to brace herself for the next round, as it was now Karl who was standing over her with his trousers around his ankles, and Reimer who pinned her wrists to the mattress.

As it turned out, Karl’s approach was more methodical than his superior’s. He seemed to relish breast play as a prolonged prelude, mounding each of them in his big hands, squeezing and mashing them against her chest and against one another, moving them roughly from side to side, while slobbering all over them with his tongue and open mouth.

She laid completely motionless while all that went on, determined not to give him the pleasure of any reaction. And, by the time he was ready to consummate and enter her, he had fortunately so over stimulated himself that it was over and done with very quickly.

One to go, she told herself, steeling herself to endure being violated one more time.

Her third assailant, for whatever reason, seemed to think that a formal introduction was in order, presenting himself shyly to her as Bruno. And then explaining, somewhat apologetically, that he was an ‘ass man’ before calling on the others to flip her over and get her up on her hands and knees.



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A second class coach on the Reichsbahn express ‘Hamburg-Hannover’, a minute before scheduled departure, Gleis 7, Hamburg Hauptbahnhof, 05:44, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

“Papiere, bitte!” growled the Gestapo agent, expectantly holding out an open hand. His partner was asking the same of an older woman seated across the aisle.

Unsure of what to do, Rudy stalled for time, first taking the time to extinguish his cigarette, and then rifling through his pockets several times before shrugging with palms up, and mumbling something incoherently about not being able to imagine what could have possibly happened to his papers.

He was hoping the train’s imminent departure might get him off the hook. The other agent had finished checking the woman across the aisle’s papers and was signaling to his partner that it was time to go.

The train itself had just made a preemptive lurch. And the scratchy-sounding platform loudspeakers were announcing its imminent departure.

But the first agent was not to be deterred.

“This one fits the description,” he said evenly, while preventing his partner from leaving by grabbing his sleeve. “He has no papers on him. I say we haul him off the train.”

The partner seemed somewhat annoyed, but reluctantly agreed. Rudy was ordered to grab his bag and come with them.

Desperately, he weighed the possibility of making a run for it as soon as he reached the platform … perhaps losing them in the crowd. But, alas, there was no crowd at that hour on a Sunday morning. No, his only salvation would be to talk his way out of this jam.



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Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 05:45, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

Joachim Mohr grunted as he set his morning paper down on the breakfast table and took a sip of his morning coffee. He’d just read a report about some anti-Nazi Sudetens in Britain spewing out propaganda about the mistreatment of their friends and relatives at home.

“Excuse me, Herr Mohr.”

“Yes, what is it, Erick.”

“It’s a phone call for you, Herr Mohr.”

“At this hour?”

“Yes, it’s a certain SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt. He wishes to speak to you on what he claims is an urgent matter.”

“Alright, Erick. Thank you. I’ll take Reinhardt’s call over on the sideboard telephone.”

“As you wish, Herr Mohr.”


TBC
 
Barbaria1 said:
Joachim Mohr grunted as he set his morning paper down on the breakfast table and took a sip of his morning coffee.
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Barbaria1 said:
“Papiere, bitte!” growled the Gestapo agent, expectantly holding out an open hand
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Barbaria1 said:
With a final grunt, a red-faced Reimer pulled back at last, slowly withdrawing his outsized, semen and cum-slimed member from deep within her
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Just three examples of the superbly contrasting prose that narrates the varying scenes ...

Nothing more to say except bravo. Loved it Barb.
 
Barbaria1 said:
As it turned out, Karl’s approach was more methodical than his superior’s.
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By the book!:roto2nuse:

Barbaria1 said:
Her third assailant, for whatever reason, seemed to think that a formal introduction was in order, presenting himself shyly to her as Bruno.
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By the book too!:roto2qtemeto:

Barbaria1 said:
“Papiere, bitte!” growled the Gestapo agent
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Obviously this is also by the book! ;)

thehangingtree said:
Their real names are 'Gunner' and 'Bull'...
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'Günner und Büll'? :confused:
 
Around 1980, when I was a student, one of our lecturers told us about his WWII experiences. He had been a member of the resistance, and one of his biggest concerns then, he explained, was always having an escape route and hiding plan in mind, in case the SD would come.

Weiss seems to have planned his escape rather improvised. Being in Hamburg, he rather should have tried to flee trough the city's port?

Or maybe boarding a zeppelin. With some guts, you can get rid of the Gestapo! ;)

 
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:03, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

Reinhardt strode down the corridor leading to Verhörraum E with determination and confidence in his every step. And he had reason to do so as he savored his latest coup in the case of Barbara Mohr.

He had just taken the precaution of alerting her father, Joachim Mohr, to his daughter’s perilous predicament. And he had used the opportunity to suggest to the noted financier and industrialist that his wayward young daughter was likely being ‘used’ by the known troublemaker, Rudolf Weiss … thereby putting himself on the powerful man’s good side while allowing himself the freedom to continue to take advantage of her arrest and interrogation to help draw the noose around the boyfriend’s neck.

But his smugness evaporated as he approached the interrogation room. For coming from the room, the door to which was ajar, were the unmistakable sounds of a female wailing in profound distress.

Quickening his pace and bursting into the room he was immediately confronted with the source of the hysterical wailing. For there, directly before and facing him, was Barbara Mohr, down on her hands and knees over an old mattress. And, holding her head back by a fistful of hair was Reimer. Standing off to one side was Reimer’s man, Karl, engaged in pulling up and fastening his trousers. And kneeling directly behind her, hands grasping her hips and vigorously sodomizing her, was Bruno, Reimer’s other subordinate.

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The girl’s face was reddened and contorted, most likely at that particular moment from the extreme pain and discomfort Bruno was inflicting on her, as well as the horror of it. Her teary eyes were wide open, her mouth agape. The pounding rhythm of Bruno’s violent assault was rocking her entire body back and forth, causing her dangling breasts to bounce and jiggle about wildly.

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Reinhardt was able to breathe some sense of relief for he had feared worse … that Reimer, in his absence, might have been torturing the girl in some disfiguring way.

Reinhardt wanted to keep her unmarred, at least for the time being. So this was actually good, as it fit right into his plans. It kept her reeling psychologically, which was important given the probable involvement of her father before the day was out. But also served to terrorize and humiliate her, perhaps as much, if not more, than some of the available alternatives.

She’d get through it well enough, he reasoned. She was hardly a virgin, after all. Of that he was certain.

And in some ways, he even felt a little envious of Reimer and company for having the opportunity to enjoy getting themselves off at her expense.

In any case, he could now continue to play the role he sought to perform… that of the no nonsense but sympathetic interrogator.

“What the fuck!” he bellowed dramatically. “Reimer! What ever gave you the idea that you and your men had permission to do THAT to poor Fräulein Mohr? My orders, as I recall, were to watch her until I returned.”

Startled, Reimer let go of her, allowing her head to fall forward under a cascade of falling hair, while Bruno managed to get in one final thrust before regretfully withdrawing and releasing his grip on her hips.

After which she promptly toppled over onto her side, where she lay shaking and sobbing.

“Sorry, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. But as I recall, your orders were that she be ‘left to the tender mercies of me and my subordinates’. So I thought ….”

“You thought wrong, Reimer! Your job is to obey … not to think! Now get the fuck out of here, all of you!”


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Stationmaster’s office, Hamburg Hauptbahnhof, 06:07, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

Rudy sat in a chair, watching and listening dolefully as one of the two Gestapo agents arresting him spoke into the Stationmaster’s wall phone.

The agent was making no attempt to prevent Rudy from listening. He apparently was speaking to a superior, someone he addressed as Kriminaloberassistent Fromme.

“Yes, he fits the description, Herr Kriminaloberassistant. He claims, though, that he’s not Rudolf Weiss, rather that his name is Otto Schwarz. And that he’s not from Hamburg … rather Stuttgart. Says he’s been here in Hamburg only a few days looking for work. That he’d somehow lost his identification papers this morning, possibly on the station platform, before boarding the train to Hannover that he happened to be taking in order to visit a girl he had met only last night at a Hamburg nightclub. And, that he only knows that girl by her first name, which happens to be Elsa. He’s unable to give us an address for her. Says she was to meet his train this morning at Hannover Hauptbahnhof.”

There was a long pause as the agent listened intently to the response, his face growing red with embarrassment.

“Jawohl, Herr Kriminaloberassistant. We’ll bring Herr Weiss straight in for questioning.”



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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:03, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

Barbara lay curled up in a fetal position on the filthy mattress, watching him through half-closed eyes. She felt totally defiled, especially given what Bruno had done to her! And was somewhat pleased to see her three tormentors slink off in the wake of such a stinging verbal rebuke from the SS-Sturmbannführer … even though she suspected that that may have been as much play-acting as real.

Once they were gone she waited anxiously to see what Reinhardt would do next.

Not surprisingly, he did nothing more to begin with than lighting up a cigarette while staring at her thoughtfully … and he continued to stare at her for as long as it took to finish his smoke.

Then, as though to keep her in suspense, he lit up another.

Only after finishing that one did he speak.

“I’m quite certain you’ll doubt my sincerity, Fräulein Mohr, but I am truly sorry for what Reimer and his men just put you through.”

“I most certainly do doubt it, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! And be assured, pretending to be nice to me will not loosen my tongue!”

“Does obstinacy run in your family, Fräulein Mohr? Something you’ve picked up perhaps from your father?”

“Leave my father out of this!”

“Too late for that, Fräulein Mohr, as I’ve already spoken to him this very morning. He’s both aware of your predicament and surprised that you might be so naive as to have possibly chosen to associate with members of a Red cell in today’s Germany.”

Rather than answer to that, she looked beyond Reinhardt at the man who had suddenly appeared at the room’s open door.

“Ahem …. Herr SS-Sturmbannführer, may I have a word with you?” intervened Kriminaloberassistent Fromme, from the corridor just outside the door.

“Can it wait, Fromme?”

“Sorry, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer. I believe you’ll want to hear this now.”

“Alright. Report!”

“I received a call minutes ago from two of my men. Seems they’ve apprehended a young man at Hamburg Hofbahnhof. We have reason to believe the detainee is Rudolf Weiss. He was caught trying to flee the city.”

“Excellent!”

“They’re bringing him in as we speak. They should be here with him very soon.”

“Thank you, Fromme. Do me a favor and go find Reimer and send him to me.”

“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer!”

Barbara was shocked. The news could not have been worse. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chin, unsure of what to expect next from Reinhardt.

He lit yet another cigarette before addressing her.

“Well, my dear Fräulein Mohr, I assume you heard that? Seems your boyfriend is about to pay us a visit. What do you suppose he might think when he sees you in your present state?”

Silence.

“Well, we’ll soon find out, won’t we? In any case, I’m sure you’ll want to welcome him. I suggest we prepare you for his visit.”

Silence.

Another cigarette was extinguished under a jackboot … this time only partially smoked as another figure appeared at the door.

“Excuse me, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! But Fromme has informed me that I am needed in here.”

“Yes, you are, Reimer. Get your people in to help. I want Fräulein Mohr cuffed and strung up arms-over-head from the ceiling. And bring in that wooden sawhorse with the pointy metal edging, along with a good single-tailed whip.”

“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer!

TBC
 
Barbaria1 said:
He claims, though, that he’s not Rudolf Weiss, rather that his name is Otto Schwarz.
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Clever! :D

Barbaria1 said:
“Yes, you are, Reimer. Get your people in to help. I want Fräulein Mohr cuffed and strung up arms-over-head from the ceiling. And bring in that wooden sawhorse with the pointy metal edging, along with a good single-tailed whip.”
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Oh-oh! Phase 3 of the plan!:roto2qtemeto:
 
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Back seat of a Gestapo Mercedes260D navigating, at high speed, the deserted Sunday morning streets between Hamburg Hauptbahnhof and Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:21, Sunday, 18 December, 1938.

Rudy Weiss sat slumped in the large leather upholstered back seat, wrists cuffed behind his back and struggling to remain upright as the vehicle slewed wildly around yet another corner on the sleet-covered streets of the city.

The agent at the wheel seemed to be driving unnecessarily fast. Rudy would have preferred a slower pace. He desperately needed time to think.

Alongside him sat the second agent, the muzzle of his Walther PPK pressed, almost casually, in Rudy’s side.

The two Gestapo men were engaged in an exchange of back and forth banter, congratulating themselves on their coup. They’d succeeded in picking up the suspect … assuming they’re superior, Kriminaloberassistent Fromme, was correct in his over the telephone assessment that they had nabbed the right man. This collar was certain to be, in their estimation, a feather in their hats that they’d enjoy lording over their comrades for some time to come.

For Rudy, however, his thoughts of what would come next were fraught with uncertainty and foreboding. He’d heard all the usual horror stories of what went on in a Gestapo interrogation center. And he had every reason to believe them. He knew he’d need to be very strong! But complicating things further, was his growing certainty that they had his Barbara too.

Would he see her there? And if so, how would he … or even should he … react?

Certainly he could attempt to protect her, either by disclaiming any knowledge of her or by telling them that she was at worst an innocent pawn … someone that he had conned into doing whatever they were holding her for.

But which tack to take? And was that really the best option? How was he to tell at first glance, assuming they did bring he and Barbara together in some way, whether she had already talked or not? And if so, he’d be best off to take her down with him lest she reveal more than she already had. He had to acknowledge the fact that there might be no way of knowing. He’d need to follow his best instincts and hope for the best.



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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:22, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

SS-Sturmbannführer Rheinhardt lit for himself yet another cigarette as he waited patiently for Reimer and company to carry out his orders.

Once again, Reimer appeared to be in his element, quickly taking charge. He ordered Bruno to get Barbara up off the mattress and onto her feet, supporting her from behind with his outsized paws grasping and squeezing against her upper torso from beneath her armpits.

Meanwhile, Karl busied himself with running a length of rope, with a pair of cuffs attached to one end, through a pulley bolted to the ceiling and from there down to a stanchion on the wall off to her right.

“Alright, Fräulein Mohr, time for a little stretching exercise,” announced Reimer with mock seriousness.

Grasping one of her wrists, he raised her arm high overhead and secured it within one of the two dangling cuffs. And then did the same with the other.

She offered no resistance to this. She simply stared straight ahead, fixing Reinhardt across the room with a stony-cold rueful gaze.

Stepping back to admire the result, Reimer exulted, “Excellent, truly excellent, Fräulein Mohr! You look stunning like that! Nothing better than taking time for a stretch. It’s good for the body, don’t you agree?”

Bruno and Karl both grinned happily.

Reimer moved on to the next step.

“Karl! Grab the rope and kindly raise Fräulein Mohr up onto her toes … yes … that’s the ticket … slowly and not too much … just enough to stretch her out just right! See! Look at those ribs pressing against her skin, the gentle lift of her tits, that taut sexy belly! See how her leg muscles stretch and flex … makes her look Olympic … like those photos of beautiful naked German Olympic girls we have back in the canteen, wouldn’t you agree?

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Both of his men nodded agreeably.

“How about you Herr, SS-Sturmbannführer? Quite lovely, no?”

“Perhaps,” Reinhardt grunted noncommittally, “but for now, please move the wooden horse over alongside her … but not under her. Then, when you’ve done that, Reimer, get the fuck out of here and hand that whip to me on your way out.”

“Jawohl. Now do put your back into those lashes, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer! The boys and I want to hear her screams clear down in the staff canteen!”

“Get your insolent ass out of here now, Reimer, before I have you taken out and shot!”



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Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 06:25, Sunday, 18 December, 1938

“Erick! I want a call placed to Berlin!”

“Jawohl, Herr Mohr. To whom in Berlin do you wish to speak? Speer? von Ribbentrop? Bormann?”

“No, the Reichsführer-SS!”

“Himmler?”

“Yes, Himmler.”

“I believe 6:30 in the morning is too early, Mein Herr. I fear that a call placed right now would disrupt the Reichsführer-SS’s daily morning massage. They say he keeps a tight schedule and hates to have it disrupted.”

“Put in the damn call, Erick! I haven’t the time to worry about the niceties of interacting with the Reichsführer-SS! Trust me! If Himmler hears that it’s an urgent call from Joachim Mohr, I dare say he’ll jump to the phone even if he’s in bed with one of his goddamn mistresses!”

“Jawohl, Herr Mohr. I’ll put the call in immediately. Will you be taking it in the study?”

“Yes, that’ll be fine, Erick. And when your finished with that, I’ll be needing to have the car readied. I may well be paying an unscheduled visit to the Hamburg Stadthaus before this morning is over.”

TBC
 
Barbaria1 said:
Stepping back to admire the result, Reimer exulted, “Excellent, truly excellent, Fräulein Mohr! You look stunning like that! Nothing better than taking time for a stretch. It’s good for the body, don’t you agree?”
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Morning gymnastics! The Gestapo cares about its guest's physical condition! :devil:

Barbaria1 said:
SS-Sturmbannführer Rheinhardt lit for himself yet another cigarette
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SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt would better do some gymnastics too, instead of continously smoking cigarettes! :doh:

Barbaria1 said:
before I have you taken out and shot!”
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Probably another bad habit of him! :2guns:

Barbaria1 said:
“Jawohl, Herr Mohr. To whom in Berlin do you wish to speak? Speer? Ribbentrop? Bormann?”
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von Ribbentrop, bitte!? (that's what he tought about himself). :confused:
 
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