Ach! How disrespectful of me!von Ribbentrop, bitte!? (that's what he tought about himself).
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It Happened in Hamburg
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Don't worry! Rippentrop's pathetic nobility claims made him the laughing stock of the Reich, even in Hitler's inner circle!Ach! How disrespectful of me!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The scene with Barb stretched arms high ready to be whipped is very hot, loved it. Time is quickly running out though if daddy is to step in ...
Reimer might just have been leching
Taking Barb for a session of stretching;
You think him a cad
But he's not that bad
Just trying to make her look fetching...
15.
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:29, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
She tracked him nervously, turning her head and scrabbling with her toes in an attempt to rotate her position so as to continually face him as he circled her … the shiny black wooden handle of a whip in his right hand. He appeared to be enjoying her awkward little pirouette, as though waiting for exactly the right moment to lay on the first lash.
Once again, he was playing with her mind. She obviously did not wish to let him get behind her with that wicked looking thing! And every now and then he’d abruptly stop and reverse his direction, forcing her to struggle in her arms-over-head, semi-suspende-state so as to manage to keep facing him.
“You clearly fear the bite of the lash, don’t you, Fräulein Mohr?” he said softly, cocking his head slightly to one side and raising an eyebrow.
Silence.
She was determined not to engage him on the subject.
“You might choose to recall those 25 lashes meted out to your backside back in your BDM days, Fräulein Mohr. I’ll bet that hurt, didn’t it?
That along with the humiliation of being whipped half-naked before your entire BDM troop? Do you recall seeing them all sniggering and poking at one another when the troop leader wasn’t looking? Do you remember the smug expression on the face of the one that turned you in? Let’s see now, what was her name again? Ah yes, I believe it was a Fräulein Meyer, wasn’t it? I’ll bet she mocked you for days afterwards. Tell me, what did you ever do to her in order to stir up such deep animosity?
Silence.
And whatever became of your partner in crime, Fräulein Frenzel? You and she must have been very close. Is she also a friend of your Rudy, perhaps another of his many reputed conquests?”
Silence.
“Yes, Fräulein Mohr, you and the lash definitely have a history. You know only too well from experience how it is that the lash loves to kiss and leave its cruel mark on fair and supple, unblemished female flesh!”
He breathed those words directly into her face, leaning in close while gently laying a length of the braided fall of his whip against her chest and allowing it to slide slowly downwards to catch on and hang momentarily across her nipples before falling away.
She continued to stoically keep her silence although she visibly flinched.
“Think carefully now, Fräulein Mohr! It won’t be long before they drag your boyfriend in here. As you are well aware, the Gestapo has him in hand. Tell me. How do you think he’ll react when they drag him in here to watch you dance and buck under the bite of the lash?”
Glowering silence.
“Will he be shocked? Will he struggle gallantly, however futilely, to come to your rescue? His sweet damsel in distress? Or, will he be entertained by your performance, just as the girls in your BDM troop undoubtedly were? Perhaps he’ll get a hard on … might even wish he had a camera with which he might capture the moment?”
Silence.
“You must love him dearly, Fräulein Mohr. But how can you be certain it’s a love that’s truly reciprocal? We know that your Rudy has, after all, a reputation as a womanizer … his conquests are reportedly many. He’s also known to be a devout Red sympathizer and activist. Perhaps he’s just been using you all along? Has that ever occurred to you? Is he really worth it, Fräulein Mohr?”
“You bastard!”
“Ahhh, a reaction at last! Even better, Fräulein Mohr, what if we strip your beloved Rudy naked and string him up next to you … perhaps facing one another … and whip you both together? Perhaps we even slide that sawhorse with its sawtoothed edge between your flailing legs? Can you imagine what taking the lash with that wicked thing placed beneath your tender bits might be like?”
“Nooooo!”
“Alright then, Fräulein Mohr. Time is running short! This is your last chance to tell me everything … admit to me what you were doing last night … reveal to me the names of everyone in that resistance cell … as well as any known contacts outside the cell … tell me everything!
Because, mark my words. Things are going to get very rough from here on out. That I can promise you.
So do it for me!
Do it for your dear beloved Rudy, if you truly believe he cares anything for you! Spare him the beatings and tortures that Reimer and company have in store for him.
Do it for your father who undoubtedly does care about you!
Do it for yourself! Whatever. Doesn’t matter to me. For God’s sake, just do it!”
Tearful silence.
“Alright then. I’ll give you time to think it over while I smoke my next cigarette. But when I’m finished, you will talk or else!”
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Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 06:32, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“Mohr! Do you have any idea what time it is? What’s the meaning of disturbing me at this hour?” demanded the high-pitched nasal voice on the far end of the line in Berlin.
“My apologies, Herr Reichsführer-SS, but this is most urgent.”
“What? Yet another delay in arms production. Surely one of my underlings can handle that for you.”
“No, Heinrich, it’s a personal matter of some urgency.”
“Don’t tell me, Joachim, that you’ve finally decided to re-marry? Is that why you’re calling? … if so, splendid! You wish my blessing? Who is she? … good Aryan stock, I presume? You’ll want a woman who will produce healthy young males for the Reich … not that your beautiful daughter, Barbara, isn’t a fine credit to you, of course.”
“No, Heinrich. Marriage is the last thing on my mind. It’s Barbara who, in fact, is the reason for this call.”
“Barbara? Ah, you wish to find a suitable mate for young Barbara. Just say the word, Joachim, I have a good many upcoming, virile young SS officers who would be absolutely perfect matrimonial matches for her! Guaranteed to keep her blissfully happy and constantly pregnant.”
“Much appreciated, of course, but I’m afraid that marriage is the last thing on my Barbara’s mind. The reason I’m calling, Heinrich, is that I’ve learned this morning through a phone call from one of your people … a certain SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt … that my Barbara has been detained by the Gestapo here in Hamburg!”
“Detained? For what?”
“Reinhardt was short on details over the phone … but I gather that Barbara may have foolishly gotten herself romantically involved with a young man known to be active in the local resistance. I’m going over to the Stadthaus later this morning to try to get to the bottom of this. But if it looks bad I may need to ask you, Heinrich, to intervene on Barbara’s behalf.”
“Yes, of course, I will do what I can if needed. I know of Reinhardt. He’s a good man, and he was right to let you know about this. At the same time, Joachim, you must be aware that for appearances sake my ability to intervene could be limited. Let’s hope that Barbara’s being cooperative. Indeed, it would be in her best interest to see the light and work with Reinhardt to fully expose this loathsome lover of hers and his illegal activities and, of course, to help us with the total destruction of his criminal kind. Under those circumstances I would naturally be in a position to advocate for leniency in her case, if not an outright release.”
“Cooperative is not exactly my Barbara’s style, Heinrich. What happens if she is obstinate and refuses?”
“Insurgency is a capital crime, Joachim. Worst case scenario is execution before a firing squad, execution by hanging or execution by guillotine … whatever method is currently favored by the authorities in Hamburg. It’s absolutely essential that you do whatever you can to encourage her to cooperate. Again, rest assured that if she does you can count on me to intervene to the degree that I am able. Please keep me informed.”
“Thank you, Herr Reichsführer-SS.”
“Good bye then for now Joachim. Good luck and Heil Hitler!”
“Heil Hitler!”
TBC
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:29, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
She tracked him nervously, turning her head and scrabbling with her toes in an attempt to rotate her position so as to continually face him as he circled her … the shiny black wooden handle of a whip in his right hand. He appeared to be enjoying her awkward little pirouette, as though waiting for exactly the right moment to lay on the first lash.
Once again, he was playing with her mind. She obviously did not wish to let him get behind her with that wicked looking thing! And every now and then he’d abruptly stop and reverse his direction, forcing her to struggle in her arms-over-head, semi-suspende-state so as to manage to keep facing him.
“You clearly fear the bite of the lash, don’t you, Fräulein Mohr?” he said softly, cocking his head slightly to one side and raising an eyebrow.
Silence.
She was determined not to engage him on the subject.
“You might choose to recall those 25 lashes meted out to your backside back in your BDM days, Fräulein Mohr. I’ll bet that hurt, didn’t it?
That along with the humiliation of being whipped half-naked before your entire BDM troop? Do you recall seeing them all sniggering and poking at one another when the troop leader wasn’t looking? Do you remember the smug expression on the face of the one that turned you in? Let’s see now, what was her name again? Ah yes, I believe it was a Fräulein Meyer, wasn’t it? I’ll bet she mocked you for days afterwards. Tell me, what did you ever do to her in order to stir up such deep animosity?
Silence.
And whatever became of your partner in crime, Fräulein Frenzel? You and she must have been very close. Is she also a friend of your Rudy, perhaps another of his many reputed conquests?”
Silence.
“Yes, Fräulein Mohr, you and the lash definitely have a history. You know only too well from experience how it is that the lash loves to kiss and leave its cruel mark on fair and supple, unblemished female flesh!”
He breathed those words directly into her face, leaning in close while gently laying a length of the braided fall of his whip against her chest and allowing it to slide slowly downwards to catch on and hang momentarily across her nipples before falling away.
She continued to stoically keep her silence although she visibly flinched.
“Think carefully now, Fräulein Mohr! It won’t be long before they drag your boyfriend in here. As you are well aware, the Gestapo has him in hand. Tell me. How do you think he’ll react when they drag him in here to watch you dance and buck under the bite of the lash?”
Glowering silence.
“Will he be shocked? Will he struggle gallantly, however futilely, to come to your rescue? His sweet damsel in distress? Or, will he be entertained by your performance, just as the girls in your BDM troop undoubtedly were? Perhaps he’ll get a hard on … might even wish he had a camera with which he might capture the moment?”
Silence.
“You must love him dearly, Fräulein Mohr. But how can you be certain it’s a love that’s truly reciprocal? We know that your Rudy has, after all, a reputation as a womanizer … his conquests are reportedly many. He’s also known to be a devout Red sympathizer and activist. Perhaps he’s just been using you all along? Has that ever occurred to you? Is he really worth it, Fräulein Mohr?”
“You bastard!”
“Ahhh, a reaction at last! Even better, Fräulein Mohr, what if we strip your beloved Rudy naked and string him up next to you … perhaps facing one another … and whip you both together? Perhaps we even slide that sawhorse with its sawtoothed edge between your flailing legs? Can you imagine what taking the lash with that wicked thing placed beneath your tender bits might be like?”
“Nooooo!”
“Alright then, Fräulein Mohr. Time is running short! This is your last chance to tell me everything … admit to me what you were doing last night … reveal to me the names of everyone in that resistance cell … as well as any known contacts outside the cell … tell me everything!
Because, mark my words. Things are going to get very rough from here on out. That I can promise you.
So do it for me!
Do it for your dear beloved Rudy, if you truly believe he cares anything for you! Spare him the beatings and tortures that Reimer and company have in store for him.
Do it for your father who undoubtedly does care about you!
Do it for yourself! Whatever. Doesn’t matter to me. For God’s sake, just do it!”
Tearful silence.
“Alright then. I’ll give you time to think it over while I smoke my next cigarette. But when I’m finished, you will talk or else!”
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Villa of Joachim Mohr, Hohenfelde, Hamburg, 06:32, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“Mohr! Do you have any idea what time it is? What’s the meaning of disturbing me at this hour?” demanded the high-pitched nasal voice on the far end of the line in Berlin.
“My apologies, Herr Reichsführer-SS, but this is most urgent.”
“What? Yet another delay in arms production. Surely one of my underlings can handle that for you.”
“No, Heinrich, it’s a personal matter of some urgency.”
“Don’t tell me, Joachim, that you’ve finally decided to re-marry? Is that why you’re calling? … if so, splendid! You wish my blessing? Who is she? … good Aryan stock, I presume? You’ll want a woman who will produce healthy young males for the Reich … not that your beautiful daughter, Barbara, isn’t a fine credit to you, of course.”
“No, Heinrich. Marriage is the last thing on my mind. It’s Barbara who, in fact, is the reason for this call.”
“Barbara? Ah, you wish to find a suitable mate for young Barbara. Just say the word, Joachim, I have a good many upcoming, virile young SS officers who would be absolutely perfect matrimonial matches for her! Guaranteed to keep her blissfully happy and constantly pregnant.”
“Much appreciated, of course, but I’m afraid that marriage is the last thing on my Barbara’s mind. The reason I’m calling, Heinrich, is that I’ve learned this morning through a phone call from one of your people … a certain SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt … that my Barbara has been detained by the Gestapo here in Hamburg!”
“Detained? For what?”
“Reinhardt was short on details over the phone … but I gather that Barbara may have foolishly gotten herself romantically involved with a young man known to be active in the local resistance. I’m going over to the Stadthaus later this morning to try to get to the bottom of this. But if it looks bad I may need to ask you, Heinrich, to intervene on Barbara’s behalf.”
“Yes, of course, I will do what I can if needed. I know of Reinhardt. He’s a good man, and he was right to let you know about this. At the same time, Joachim, you must be aware that for appearances sake my ability to intervene could be limited. Let’s hope that Barbara’s being cooperative. Indeed, it would be in her best interest to see the light and work with Reinhardt to fully expose this loathsome lover of hers and his illegal activities and, of course, to help us with the total destruction of his criminal kind. Under those circumstances I would naturally be in a position to advocate for leniency in her case, if not an outright release.”
“Cooperative is not exactly my Barbara’s style, Heinrich. What happens if she is obstinate and refuses?”
“Insurgency is a capital crime, Joachim. Worst case scenario is execution before a firing squad, execution by hanging or execution by guillotine … whatever method is currently favored by the authorities in Hamburg. It’s absolutely essential that you do whatever you can to encourage her to cooperate. Again, rest assured that if she does you can count on me to intervene to the degree that I am able. Please keep me informed.”
“Thank you, Herr Reichsführer-SS.”
“Good bye then for now Joachim. Good luck and Heil Hitler!”
“Heil Hitler!”
TBC
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Genuinely Barb, those scenes were worthy of being in a movie ... a movie I would very much love to see. The mind games in Barb's scene were exquisite. Wonderful writing
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
What an episode! Two great dialogues!
Huh! Again? Remember, SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt, that in the Reich, as a member of the German People, your body is property of the people and the state! You are supposed to, no, even mandatory required, to keep it in good health! And it is the official policy of Reich, that smoking is bad for health!
If you ever hope to make it to a general rank in the SS, quit smoking!
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
16
Gestapo Underground Garage, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:35, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“Get out!” growled the agent pressing the muzzle of his Walther PPK more forcefully into Rudy’s side.
Almost simultaneously the door flew open and a large meaty hand reached in to seize him by the collar and literally drag him … even before the Mercedes260D had come to a full stop … into the brightly lit space of the subterranean garage. There, another Gestapo man punched him hard in the midriff, sending him tumbling to the concrete floor, where yet another seemed to materialize out of nowhere to land a vicious kick in his right side.
“Welcome to our playhouse, you little shit,” growled yet another man. “My name is Reimer. We’ve been expecting you! I’m in charge of your arrival here, and I am going to make it an absolute living hell for you! Now get on your feet and follow me!”
Rudy groaned, attempted to get up, but promptly collapsed. The sharp pain in his side told him that he may have suffered a broken rib or two.
“Weakling!” sneered Reimer. “Someone pick the little sniveling twerp up and haul him over to the interrogation section.”
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:38, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“Time’s up, Fräulein Mohr! What’s it going to be? Cooperation or a whipping?”
Calmly, Reinhardt studied her as he snuffed a cigarette butt out beneath the toe of his jackboot and waited for her answer,
After a moment’s hesitation, she responded simply and softly. “I’ve nothing to say to you, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer.”
“A poor decision that, Fräulein Mohr. Very poor, indeed. You disappoint me.”
Silence
“Very well, Fräulein Mohr. I sincerely wish it were otherwise, but you leave me no choice but to carry out my threat. The good news is that I’m the one holding the whip in my hand. I’m not nearly as unthinkingly brutal with a whip as Reimer, who typically demonstrates a complete lack of finesse … whip them half-to-death is his motto.
I, on the other hand, would prefer to be more inventive and selective in laying on the lash … you can count on me to keep you guessing, playing on your fears and uncertainties as to exactly when and where the whip will strike next!”
Silence.
“So, Fräulein Mohr, best prepare yourself.”
Slowly and methodically he began his own preparations under her watchful eye … removing his jacket and carefully hanging it over the back of the chair on which she had earlier been electrically shocked … loosening his collar and removing his tie … and then his shirt … uncoiling the whip … weighing it thoughtfully in his hand … abruptly testing it with a lightning-quick strike aimed at the old mattress that still lay on the floor … a strike so quick and powerful as to raise a small cloud of dust and leave a jagged rip in the mattress covering.
The fact that the sudden mattress strike brought a startled expression to her face, caused him to smile grimly.
For her, this had become yet another test of wills with her captors. She was determined not to be intimidated … to endure no matter what. She’d not let him win.
So, as he began to circle around her, she hurried to keep pace, turning herself about as he circled her, intent on keeping herself facing him … thereby denying him her backside … daring him to strike her frontally, in which case she could at least see it coming.
He countered by abruptly starting and stopping, suddenly reversing course, a tactic he hoped would quickly fatigue her and allow him the opening he sought.
They had become something like partners in an erotic … tango-like dance … until she faltered, turned about too late and took a slicing lash that caught the small of her back … causing her body to arch, and for her to throw her head back and cry out.
Offering her no respite, he followed up quickly with a lightning strike across her shoulder blades, and as she recoiled and twisted away, landed one on her front side that left a red stripe across her abdomen at just below the navel.
And he was about to press his advantage further when the door to the interrogation room suddenly flew open without warning and a woman … an SS-Helferin from the third floor signals room rushed in, face flushed from running down several flights of stairs, to breathlessly announce that Reichsführer-SS Himmler was on the telephone line upstairs demanding, in no uncertain terms, that he speak to to SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt … immediately!
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Office of Gestapo Kriminaloberassistent Heinz Fromme, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:50, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“What is it Reimer?”
“Sorry to intrude, but I wish to report on the arrival of detainee Rudolf Weiss.
“Yes, of course. They’ve brought him in now, have they?”
“Yes, Herr Kriminaloberassistent, about a quarter of an hour earlier.”
“Has Weiss said anything significant yet?”
“No, not yet. We’ve taken him directly to Verhörraum A where my men are presently working him over. We’ve also taken away his clothing, but found nothing there.
“I believe it’s SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt’s plan to gain results by forcing him to witness his girlfriend being tortured, isn’t that correct, Reimer?”
“Yes, Herr Kriminaloberassistent. That was my understanding as well.”
“So …..”
“Well, a slight problem has arisen.”
“And what is that?”
“It seems that SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt has been suddenly called away … called away, unfortunately, in the midst of an interrogation session with Weiss’ girlfriend in which Reinhardt was to begin whipping her as a prelude to hauling Weiss in to witness how she has been and continues to suffer on account of him.”
“So you’re telling me that Reinhardt’s sudden absence has fouled up the plan.”
“Yes, I fear that’s unfortunately so, Herr Kriminaloberassistent, which is why I’ve come to seek your advice. My own take on the situation is that at this time a disruption of the plan may well delay us in breaking these two prisoners … a delay we can ill afford. Time is an essence in these cases, as you well know, because once alerted the members of the Weiss cell will quickly go to ground. Action is needed and I believe that I could save us from costly delay by stepping in and taking immediate charge in the SS-Sturmbannführer’s absence. But I need permission to do so from someone of higher rank than myself.”
“Yes, Reimer. I see your point. Quite right to consult me, although I’m not so naive as to not see that the reason you are bothering to consult me at all is to cover your sorry ass should things go wrong. Nonetheless, given that you work with Reinhardt all the time and are familiar with his methods, and given the urgency that you’ve outlined, it does seem reasonable to me that you should step in and take charge until Reinhardt returns. So go ahead with it.”
“Thank you, Herr Kriminaloberassistent. I’m pleased that you agree. I’ll see to it immediately.”
TBC
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
For a moment I imagined her name was Helga, and she would announce, yelling : "Reichsführer-SS Himmler!"
17
Third floor communications room, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:51, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“Are you still on the line, Herr Reichsführer-SS? …. Oh good … I have SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt here with me now. I’ll put him on,” purred the.pretty blond SS-Helferin into the phone receiver before handing it to Reinhardt.
“Reinhardt here. You wish to speak to me Herr Reichsführer-SS?”
“Yes, Reinhardt, I do … on the matter of a young woman, Barbara Mohr, whom I’m informed you have taken into custody there in Hamburg.”
“Yes, Herr Reichsführer-SS, she was picked up and arrested during the night on suspicion of engaging in illicit revolutionary activities. We have reason to believe she is a member of an active Red cell here in Hamburg, and that if we can be successful in making her talk we may have an excellent chance of exposing and destroying the entire cell.”
“Yes, I see. The reason I’m calling, Reinhardt, is that I just got off the phone with her father, Joachim Mohr.”
“Yes, Herr Reichsführer-SS, I am aware that she is his daughter. In fact, I paid him the courtesy a short time ago of telephoning him to inform him of his daughter’s arrest.”
“Yes, he told me. Very proper of you to have done so, Reinhardt, as Herr Mohr is an important … I dare say essential … figure in the Reich’s current armaments program … particularly essential to the needs of the Waffen SS! Tell me. Is there any chance Fräulein Mohr may be innocent?”
“I highly doubt it. She’s been under interrogation here now for several hours. And admits to nothing. But there’s little doubt in my mind that she’s guilty of having done what she was arrested for doing. Best I can say on her behalf is that she may have been naively manipulated into doing so by her boyfriend, Rudolf Weiss, whom we now also have in custody as of a very short time ago.”
“I’m assuming, Reinhardt, that you have taken personal charge over her interrogation?”
“I am fully in charge, Herr Reichsführer-SS, and driving a wedge between her and her boyfriend is one of my objectives. Now that we have the boyfriend in custody, I hope to play them off against one another. If he truly loves her it’s possible he might break if he thinks doing so might save her. Or, if he doesn’t, she may well come to the conclusion that she’s being used.”
“I gather, judging from both what you and her father have said, that she’s a rather obstinate young woman.”
“I’d certainly have to agree, Herr Reichsführer-SS.”
“To what degree have you tried applying physical pain?”
“To this point, only enough to give her a small foretaste, Herr Reichsführer-SS. But that may change now if no progress is being made.”
“I see. Well, Reinhardt, it’s not my intention to interfere. That wouldn’t be right. I know you’ll do what duty requires. But, I do expect you to keep me in mind and take into account who her father is as you proceed. And above all you are to keep me fully informed. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Herr Reichsführer-SS, please be assured that I will. But, before we finish our conversation may I respectfully ask whether you have been made aware of some of Herr Mohr’s recent contacts and activities in England? The reports are in his official file. If not, I suggest you have a look at them. I believe you may find them concerning.”
“Hmmmm. I haven’t, and I promise you I will look. And in the meantime, let me say again that I expect to be fully briefed as Fräulein Mohr’s interrogations proceed. That’s all for now, Reinhardt. Heil Hitler!”
“Heil Hitler!”
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Verhörraum A, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:58, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy looked up and peered with his one good eye … the other one having fully swelled shut … at the two Gestapo goons looming over him.
“On your feet lover boy!” barked one of them.
“You’ve got a hot date waiting for you down in Verhörraum E. They say she’s your girlfriend,”added the other.
Things were happening too damn fast, Rudy thought to himself. He reckoned it hadn’t been more than half an hour since he was taken from the Gestapo car in the basement garage, and already they had set to beating him up … stopping only long enough to take all his clothing away, before continuing on. So far, in addition to smashing his left eye, they’d broken his nose, knocked out several of his front teeth, cracked some ribs and repeatedly kneed him in the groin.
He knelt on the floor halfway between them, and would have fallen over long ago if one of them hadn’t been holding him upright with a firm grip on a handful of his hair.
I doubt the little shit’s in any shape to walk down to ‘E’,” observed the first.
“Nah, we’ll just have to drag him there. And we’d best get a move on it. Reimer’s waiting.”
They each took hold of an arm, lifted and dragged him, face down, legs trailing, out the door and into the corridor.
On his way through the doorway, he had tried for a moment to revisit mentally once again what he should do if and when he saw Barbara, but found himself unable to focus sufficiently.
And it was halfway down that corridor that he heard Barbara’s voice … the first time he’d heard it since she left his flat last evening. She was shrieking and screaming loudly!
“Those bastards!” he cursed under his breath as he and his handlers neared the entrance to the room he had earlier heard them referred to as ‘E’, and from which a fresh burst of screaming and wailing could be heard … along with the repeated sharp crack of what was undoubtedly a whip of some kind.
In a lower key, smug male laughter could also be heard.
Instinctively, he braced himself for what he might see once they’d reached the doorway.
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Reichssicherheitshauptamt, RSHA (Reich Security Main Office), Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse 9, Berlin, 06:58, Sunday, 18 December, 1938.
“The Reichsführer-SS is up and active early this morning, especially given that it’s a Sunday,” announced the SS-Helferin on switchboard duty that morning, speaking to the lone SS-Untersturmführer on adjutant duty.
“What does he want?”
“A file … the file for a Joachim Mohr in Hamburg.”
“Let me see!. Ah, yes, that must be Joachim Mohr the financier and industrialist.”
“Uh-huh, and the Reichsführer-SS demands that the file be completely up-to-date and delivered to his villa in Dahlem no later than 08.00!”
“Shit. That’s not much time! Any very recent additions to the file would still be in Hamburg. Updates typically are sent to Berlin only monthly. Get on the phone to Hamburg and have any recent additions dictated to you over the phone. And hurry!”
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:59, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Reimer glanced over his shoulder once again, as he had done several times over the last several minutes. What the fuck was keeping those fools? They were supposed to have brought Weiss in before now! Who knew when Reinhardt might return. Reimer desperately wanted the personal satisfaction of having broken the case wide open while the SS-Sturmbannführer was away.
He imagined … as he leaned into delivering a well-aimed and powerful lash to Barbara Mohr’s back with the tip wrapping around to nip at one of the poor girl’s nipples … the look of surprise and consternation on Reinhardt’s face when he learned he’d been upstaged.
TBC
Third floor communications room, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:51, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“Are you still on the line, Herr Reichsführer-SS? …. Oh good … I have SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt here with me now. I’ll put him on,” purred the.pretty blond SS-Helferin into the phone receiver before handing it to Reinhardt.
“Reinhardt here. You wish to speak to me Herr Reichsführer-SS?”
“Yes, Reinhardt, I do … on the matter of a young woman, Barbara Mohr, whom I’m informed you have taken into custody there in Hamburg.”
“Yes, Herr Reichsführer-SS, she was picked up and arrested during the night on suspicion of engaging in illicit revolutionary activities. We have reason to believe she is a member of an active Red cell here in Hamburg, and that if we can be successful in making her talk we may have an excellent chance of exposing and destroying the entire cell.”
“Yes, I see. The reason I’m calling, Reinhardt, is that I just got off the phone with her father, Joachim Mohr.”
“Yes, Herr Reichsführer-SS, I am aware that she is his daughter. In fact, I paid him the courtesy a short time ago of telephoning him to inform him of his daughter’s arrest.”
“Yes, he told me. Very proper of you to have done so, Reinhardt, as Herr Mohr is an important … I dare say essential … figure in the Reich’s current armaments program … particularly essential to the needs of the Waffen SS! Tell me. Is there any chance Fräulein Mohr may be innocent?”
“I highly doubt it. She’s been under interrogation here now for several hours. And admits to nothing. But there’s little doubt in my mind that she’s guilty of having done what she was arrested for doing. Best I can say on her behalf is that she may have been naively manipulated into doing so by her boyfriend, Rudolf Weiss, whom we now also have in custody as of a very short time ago.”
“I’m assuming, Reinhardt, that you have taken personal charge over her interrogation?”
“I am fully in charge, Herr Reichsführer-SS, and driving a wedge between her and her boyfriend is one of my objectives. Now that we have the boyfriend in custody, I hope to play them off against one another. If he truly loves her it’s possible he might break if he thinks doing so might save her. Or, if he doesn’t, she may well come to the conclusion that she’s being used.”
“I gather, judging from both what you and her father have said, that she’s a rather obstinate young woman.”
“I’d certainly have to agree, Herr Reichsführer-SS.”
“To what degree have you tried applying physical pain?”
“To this point, only enough to give her a small foretaste, Herr Reichsführer-SS. But that may change now if no progress is being made.”
“I see. Well, Reinhardt, it’s not my intention to interfere. That wouldn’t be right. I know you’ll do what duty requires. But, I do expect you to keep me in mind and take into account who her father is as you proceed. And above all you are to keep me fully informed. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Herr Reichsführer-SS, please be assured that I will. But, before we finish our conversation may I respectfully ask whether you have been made aware of some of Herr Mohr’s recent contacts and activities in England? The reports are in his official file. If not, I suggest you have a look at them. I believe you may find them concerning.”
“Hmmmm. I haven’t, and I promise you I will look. And in the meantime, let me say again that I expect to be fully briefed as Fräulein Mohr’s interrogations proceed. That’s all for now, Reinhardt. Heil Hitler!”
“Heil Hitler!”
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Verhörraum A, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:58, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy looked up and peered with his one good eye … the other one having fully swelled shut … at the two Gestapo goons looming over him.
“On your feet lover boy!” barked one of them.
“You’ve got a hot date waiting for you down in Verhörraum E. They say she’s your girlfriend,”added the other.
Things were happening too damn fast, Rudy thought to himself. He reckoned it hadn’t been more than half an hour since he was taken from the Gestapo car in the basement garage, and already they had set to beating him up … stopping only long enough to take all his clothing away, before continuing on. So far, in addition to smashing his left eye, they’d broken his nose, knocked out several of his front teeth, cracked some ribs and repeatedly kneed him in the groin.
He knelt on the floor halfway between them, and would have fallen over long ago if one of them hadn’t been holding him upright with a firm grip on a handful of his hair.
I doubt the little shit’s in any shape to walk down to ‘E’,” observed the first.
“Nah, we’ll just have to drag him there. And we’d best get a move on it. Reimer’s waiting.”
They each took hold of an arm, lifted and dragged him, face down, legs trailing, out the door and into the corridor.
On his way through the doorway, he had tried for a moment to revisit mentally once again what he should do if and when he saw Barbara, but found himself unable to focus sufficiently.
And it was halfway down that corridor that he heard Barbara’s voice … the first time he’d heard it since she left his flat last evening. She was shrieking and screaming loudly!
“Those bastards!” he cursed under his breath as he and his handlers neared the entrance to the room he had earlier heard them referred to as ‘E’, and from which a fresh burst of screaming and wailing could be heard … along with the repeated sharp crack of what was undoubtedly a whip of some kind.
In a lower key, smug male laughter could also be heard.
Instinctively, he braced himself for what he might see once they’d reached the doorway.
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Reichssicherheitshauptamt, RSHA (Reich Security Main Office), Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse 9, Berlin, 06:58, Sunday, 18 December, 1938.
“The Reichsführer-SS is up and active early this morning, especially given that it’s a Sunday,” announced the SS-Helferin on switchboard duty that morning, speaking to the lone SS-Untersturmführer on adjutant duty.
“What does he want?”
“A file … the file for a Joachim Mohr in Hamburg.”
“Let me see!. Ah, yes, that must be Joachim Mohr the financier and industrialist.”
“Uh-huh, and the Reichsführer-SS demands that the file be completely up-to-date and delivered to his villa in Dahlem no later than 08.00!”
“Shit. That’s not much time! Any very recent additions to the file would still be in Hamburg. Updates typically are sent to Berlin only monthly. Get on the phone to Hamburg and have any recent additions dictated to you over the phone. And hurry!”
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 06:59, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Reimer glanced over his shoulder once again, as he had done several times over the last several minutes. What the fuck was keeping those fools? They were supposed to have brought Weiss in before now! Who knew when Reinhardt might return. Reimer desperately wanted the personal satisfaction of having broken the case wide open while the SS-Sturmbannführer was away.
He imagined … as he leaned into delivering a well-aimed and powerful lash to Barbara Mohr’s back with the tip wrapping around to nip at one of the poor girl’s nipples … the look of surprise and consternation on Reinhardt’s face when he learned he’d been upstaged.
TBC
Barb, you really have talent for writing and you did a good job of research
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
It always feels good, when your actions are backed by your highest superior!
I doubt whether Reimer will have such good feelings soon!
Great writing again, Barb!
18
Corridor outside the third floor communications room, Hamburg Stadthaus, 07:00, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt! Please wait!” called the SS-Helferin from the communications room, her heels clicking on the building’s parquet flooring as she gave chase.
He stopped, and turned.
“What is it?”
“You’re wanted immediately at the building’s entry check point downstairs.”
“It’ll have to wait. I need to get down to the detention and interrogation center now!”
“I’ve been told I’m not to accept ‘no’ for an answer, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer!”
“By whom?”
“I’m told the man demanding entry down there is Joachim Mohr. He claims the Reichsführer-SS is aware of him coming here and there will be hell to pay if he’s not admitted and seen by you immediately! The people downstairs say he means it!”
“Alright, alright. Phone down there and tell them I’m on my way.”
“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer!”
He watched as she scuttled back down the corridor, smiled to himself at the wiggle of her prim little ass, and then sighing with frustration made haste for the stairwell … hoping against hope that he might be able to handle things quickly.
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 07:01, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss’ entrance into Verhörraum E was anything but graceful. They literally heaved him in through the door.
“About time!” growled Reimer irritably, “I thought I told you fools to hurry!”
“Sorry, we took a little extra time getting him ready for this,” explained one as he roughly yanked Rudy up into a halfway sitting position, cuffed him sharply on the back of his head and ordered him to look up at Barbara.
Rudy shook his head to clear his pain-fogged mind before taking in the shocking scene, in which his beloved Barbara’s nude figure loomed directly before him … strung up, arms over head, straddling what appeared to be a wooden sawhorse.
She appeared to be barely conscious … head lolled forward, face partly obscured by a sweat-sodden tangle of hair. And had obviously been severely whipped. Her fair pale skin was copiously marred … both front and back … even bloodied in some places … by the bite of the lash. Weights at her ankles held her in place astride the saw-toothed metal-edging fitted to the horse’s apex. Between her thighs the eood was stained dark with blood, tiny rivulets of which could be seen meandering down her legs.
Behind her stood Reimer, bare-chested, a long-tailed whip in his hand. And off to either side, a pair of Reimer’s colleagues.
Reimer was watching him closely, presumably to gauge his reaction.
No time to think, Rudy told himself. Adhere to the code of the cell and put duty first. Save one’s comrades and the cause. He guessed correctly that Barbara had told them nothing.
Nor would he.
“So? Are you going to talk, Weiss, or do you prefer to watch me whip your sweetheart to death? And don’t think for a second that that’s an empty threat. Look at her you stinking little shit! As you can see, she’s half way there already! How much more do you think she can take?”
Rudy had to admit she looked half-dead.
Reimer nodded to one of his men, who stepped forward to take Barbara by the hips and pressing downward caused a fresh flowing of blood down between her thighs, but to which she barely reacted … only a slight flinch, a barely perceptible shudder and a low moan.
And it was that moan … low and throaty, rising in tone and pitch before fading away … much like what she so often did just before climaxing when they made love together … that made him suddenly decide to change course … to take what loomed in his fevered mind as a romantic course of action. Yes, he and Barbara … together … would take the fall … surrender their lives together … as martyrs to the cause!
“Yes, I’ll talk,” he announce boldly. “Yes, Barbara Mohr and I together have for over a year now chosen to fight the wicked fascist powers that have taken over our beloved Germany. Together we have wholeheartedly taken up the struggle to reveal to our Hamburger neighbors the true evil of Herr Hitler and his criminal regime by spreading the truth through circulars and pamphlets written and printed in my flat and circulated late at night throughout the city. Unfortunately, Barbara was apprehended this past night while gallantly performing the weekly task of distributing our work, and brought to this place where she apparently has courageously resisted admitting to anything … despite the despicably cruel and barbaric treatment meted out to her. I admit this now freely to you in order to put a stop to her suffering.
There is no cell! She and I work alone. And now, knowing full well that the consequences of our actions, under the corrupt laws of this criminal regime, to be death by execution, we choose bravely to accept our fate and to die together as martyrs to our sacred cause!”
There was dead silence in the room. No one spoke until Reimer began to laugh, and the others joined in.
And when the laughter subsided, Reimer ordered one of his men to go find the judge who resided in the building for the purpose of swiftly adjudicating cases such as this one, remarking as the man scurried off, “With luck, we’ll have these two Red lovebirds noosed and swinging well before noon today!”
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Entrance vestibule, Hamburg Stadthaus, 07:13. Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Reinhardt felt his exasperation rising. He’d been engaged in a heated discussion with Joachim Mohr for more than ten minutes, trying unsuccessfully to convince the gentleman to go home. But Mohr was in no mood for that.
“I demand to see my daughter, Barbara!” he steadfastly declared once again. “As I’ve told you repeatedly, Reichsführer-SS Himmler is fully aware of my presence here. Heed my warning! You dare not turn me away without risking severe consequences. Now stop arguing with me, and take me to my daughter at once!”
“And with all due respect, Herr Mohr, I’ve informed you reasonably and politely a number of times now that I cannot honor your demand. Your daughter is being interrogated as we speak. It’s a process, as you can well imagine, that simply cannot be interrupted. You must wait until that process is over to see her. I’ve offered to phone you at home as soon as that happens. For your daughter’s own good, please leave now so that I can return to the interrogation and see that it is concluded properly. That, Herr Mohr, is my duty. I’m sure the Reichsführer-SS would agree.
“Alright, Reinhardt, you win … for now … but I wish to remain in the building and be given access to a telephone line to Berlin.”
“This is not a business deal, Herr Mohr. I am the law here. But, very well, I’ll send for someone to escort you to my office where you may use the phone. But you will remain there until I summon you. I’ll have someone posted outside the door to see that you do!”
“Agreed.”
“Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, Herr Mohr, I really must get back to the building’s interrogation and detention section.”
TBC
Corridor outside the third floor communications room, Hamburg Stadthaus, 07:00, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
“SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt! Please wait!” called the SS-Helferin from the communications room, her heels clicking on the building’s parquet flooring as she gave chase.
He stopped, and turned.
“What is it?”
“You’re wanted immediately at the building’s entry check point downstairs.”
“It’ll have to wait. I need to get down to the detention and interrogation center now!”
“I’ve been told I’m not to accept ‘no’ for an answer, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer!”
“By whom?”
“I’m told the man demanding entry down there is Joachim Mohr. He claims the Reichsführer-SS is aware of him coming here and there will be hell to pay if he’s not admitted and seen by you immediately! The people downstairs say he means it!”
“Alright, alright. Phone down there and tell them I’m on my way.”
“Jawohl, Herr SS-Sturmbannführer!”
He watched as she scuttled back down the corridor, smiled to himself at the wiggle of her prim little ass, and then sighing with frustration made haste for the stairwell … hoping against hope that he might be able to handle things quickly.
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 07:01, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Rudy Weiss’ entrance into Verhörraum E was anything but graceful. They literally heaved him in through the door.
“About time!” growled Reimer irritably, “I thought I told you fools to hurry!”
“Sorry, we took a little extra time getting him ready for this,” explained one as he roughly yanked Rudy up into a halfway sitting position, cuffed him sharply on the back of his head and ordered him to look up at Barbara.
Rudy shook his head to clear his pain-fogged mind before taking in the shocking scene, in which his beloved Barbara’s nude figure loomed directly before him … strung up, arms over head, straddling what appeared to be a wooden sawhorse.
She appeared to be barely conscious … head lolled forward, face partly obscured by a sweat-sodden tangle of hair. And had obviously been severely whipped. Her fair pale skin was copiously marred … both front and back … even bloodied in some places … by the bite of the lash. Weights at her ankles held her in place astride the saw-toothed metal-edging fitted to the horse’s apex. Between her thighs the eood was stained dark with blood, tiny rivulets of which could be seen meandering down her legs.
Behind her stood Reimer, bare-chested, a long-tailed whip in his hand. And off to either side, a pair of Reimer’s colleagues.
Reimer was watching him closely, presumably to gauge his reaction.
No time to think, Rudy told himself. Adhere to the code of the cell and put duty first. Save one’s comrades and the cause. He guessed correctly that Barbara had told them nothing.
Nor would he.
“So? Are you going to talk, Weiss, or do you prefer to watch me whip your sweetheart to death? And don’t think for a second that that’s an empty threat. Look at her you stinking little shit! As you can see, she’s half way there already! How much more do you think she can take?”
Rudy had to admit she looked half-dead.
Reimer nodded to one of his men, who stepped forward to take Barbara by the hips and pressing downward caused a fresh flowing of blood down between her thighs, but to which she barely reacted … only a slight flinch, a barely perceptible shudder and a low moan.
And it was that moan … low and throaty, rising in tone and pitch before fading away … much like what she so often did just before climaxing when they made love together … that made him suddenly decide to change course … to take what loomed in his fevered mind as a romantic course of action. Yes, he and Barbara … together … would take the fall … surrender their lives together … as martyrs to the cause!
“Yes, I’ll talk,” he announce boldly. “Yes, Barbara Mohr and I together have for over a year now chosen to fight the wicked fascist powers that have taken over our beloved Germany. Together we have wholeheartedly taken up the struggle to reveal to our Hamburger neighbors the true evil of Herr Hitler and his criminal regime by spreading the truth through circulars and pamphlets written and printed in my flat and circulated late at night throughout the city. Unfortunately, Barbara was apprehended this past night while gallantly performing the weekly task of distributing our work, and brought to this place where she apparently has courageously resisted admitting to anything … despite the despicably cruel and barbaric treatment meted out to her. I admit this now freely to you in order to put a stop to her suffering.
There is no cell! She and I work alone. And now, knowing full well that the consequences of our actions, under the corrupt laws of this criminal regime, to be death by execution, we choose bravely to accept our fate and to die together as martyrs to our sacred cause!”
There was dead silence in the room. No one spoke until Reimer began to laugh, and the others joined in.
And when the laughter subsided, Reimer ordered one of his men to go find the judge who resided in the building for the purpose of swiftly adjudicating cases such as this one, remarking as the man scurried off, “With luck, we’ll have these two Red lovebirds noosed and swinging well before noon today!”
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Entrance vestibule, Hamburg Stadthaus, 07:13. Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Reinhardt felt his exasperation rising. He’d been engaged in a heated discussion with Joachim Mohr for more than ten minutes, trying unsuccessfully to convince the gentleman to go home. But Mohr was in no mood for that.
“I demand to see my daughter, Barbara!” he steadfastly declared once again. “As I’ve told you repeatedly, Reichsführer-SS Himmler is fully aware of my presence here. Heed my warning! You dare not turn me away without risking severe consequences. Now stop arguing with me, and take me to my daughter at once!”
“And with all due respect, Herr Mohr, I’ve informed you reasonably and politely a number of times now that I cannot honor your demand. Your daughter is being interrogated as we speak. It’s a process, as you can well imagine, that simply cannot be interrupted. You must wait until that process is over to see her. I’ve offered to phone you at home as soon as that happens. For your daughter’s own good, please leave now so that I can return to the interrogation and see that it is concluded properly. That, Herr Mohr, is my duty. I’m sure the Reichsführer-SS would agree.
“Alright, Reinhardt, you win … for now … but I wish to remain in the building and be given access to a telephone line to Berlin.”
“This is not a business deal, Herr Mohr. I am the law here. But, very well, I’ll send for someone to escort you to my office where you may use the phone. But you will remain there until I summon you. I’ll have someone posted outside the door to see that you do!”
“Agreed.”
“Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, Herr Mohr, I really must get back to the building’s interrogation and detention section.”
TBC