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Nazis And The Purple Orchid

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I am under no illusion I have been brought here as a sex toy. If I was in a position of power and wanted a plaything I would not feel cheated picking me. The night begins well enough. I am ‘dressed’ in an outfit that reveals- even accentuate- my body.

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How could I think the weekend would not be so bad?

Sometime in the night I am brought to the whipping post. I am told to raise my wrists to the ring above my head. I mention I may need a little help.

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They obliged.

The next day I am bound to a T-cross; I suppose as a garden ornament.

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After being fucked, buggered, and sucking every straight general’s cock I am placed in chains in the cellar for the night. Even here I can hear the party is not over.

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I’m glad I am not part of it…

A steady stream of officers with their dates or wives stream by me. I didn’t know I could read upside-down, but it I live through this I will remember every officers’ names and the license plates on their cars.

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TREE
 
OK I survived the weekend. I would have blown my cover when Helen Gruber detected an accent in my French (I speak German, but don’t). She accuses me of being an American from the upper-Midwest. I did not have to lie, just not tell the whole truth.

I told her I studied at the University of Virgin Martyrs in a blue state. Her Eyes lit up and exclaimed “I’m from the class of ’35!”

“Really? I’m from the class of ’39!” I replied.

“Did you have any classes with Sister Mary Discipline” she asks.

“One more than I should have taken” I laugh.

You meet sisters in the strangest places!!!

-Barb

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
I am under no illusion I have been brought here as a sex toy. If I was in a position of power and wanted a plaything I would not feel cheated picking me. The night begins well enough. I am ‘dressed’ in an outfit that reveals- even accentuate- my body.

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How could I think the weekend would not be so bad?

Sometime in the night I am brought to the whipping post. I am told to raise my wrists to the ring above my head. I mention I may need a little help.

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They obliged.

The next day I am bound to a T-cross; I suppose as a garden ornament.

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After being fucked, buggered, and sucking every straight general’s cock I am placed in chains in the cellar for the night. Even here I can hear the party is not over.

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I’m glad I am not part of it…

A steady stream of officers with their dates or wives stream by me. I didn’t know I could read upside-down, but it I live through this I will remember every officers’ names and the license plates on their cars.

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TREE
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wow .... great pics and story segment Tree!!!! Nice party gone bad. But the good news is "I got intel !" (sung to the tune of "I got rhythm"). Also, in addition to being multi-lingual, the OSS and SOE made sure I learned to read upside down (mostly lying on my back on one of the officer's beds and being violated with my head hanging upside over the side ... keep reading and stop complaining Barbara they kept yelling at me).

thehangingtree said:
OK I survived the weekend. I would have blown my cover when Helen Gruber detected an accent in my French (I speak German, but don’t). She accuses me of being an American from the upper-Midwest. I did not have to lie, just not tell the whole truth.

I told her I studied at the University of Virgin Martyrs in a blue state. Her Eyes lit up and exclaimed “I’m from the class of ’35!”

“Really? I’m from the class of ’39!” I replied.

“Did you have any classes with Sister Mary Discipline” she asks.

“One more than I should have taken” I laugh.

You meet sisters in the strangest places!!!

-Barb

Tree
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Small world!!!! Imagine Helen and I .... both alumni of the same ivy-covered institution .... this is a twist to end all twists...ingenious Tree....hope something good for me comes of this amazing turn of events....
 
Barbaria1 said:
wow .... great pics and story segment Tree!!!! Nice party gone bad. But the good news is "I got intel !" (sung to the tune of "I got rhythm"). Also, in addition to being multi-lingual, the OSS and SOE made sure I learned to read upside down (mostly lying on my back on one of the officer's beds and being violated with my head hanging upside over the side ... keep reading and stop complaining Barbara they kept yelling at me).



Small world!!!! Imagine Helen and I .... both alumni of the same ivy-covered institution .... this is a twist to end all twists...ingenious Tree....hope something good for me comes of this amazing turn of events....
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One would hope you never be able to foresee what Tree would write... People would worry about you...
 
While am not sure what all I heard that weekend Messaline seemed pleased with what I relay to her. There were high-ranking officers there and two of them got into heated argument about where to positions ‘the Panzers’. The one called ‘Rommel’ wanted them near the coast while the fat one called ‘Göring’ wanted them held back closer to Paris. A scrawny guy with a strange mustache in a bath robe sided with Göring and discussion was over.

“You are lying to me! You didn’t fuck Hitler” Messaline exclaims.

“I didn’t fuck anyone; they fucked me! And, no, he did not take me. He seemed more interested in one of the young male waiters” I reply. “What does this all mean?”

“Your job is to listen and you did well. The less you know the safer we are” Messa tells me. I note she did not say ‘the safer I am’.

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
While am not sure what all I heard that weekend Messaline seemed pleased with what I relay to her. There were high-ranking officers there and two of them got into heated argument about where to positions ‘the Panzers’. The one called ‘Rommel’ wanted them near the coast while the one called von Schweppenburg wanted them held back closer to Paris. A scrawny guy with a strange mustache in a bath robe sided with everybody and discussion was over.
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The guy who argued with Rommel was called Geyr von Schweppenburg the Heer would never have let the fat drug addict Goering near their panzers :p Oh and Hitler's decision was to decide everybody was right and to parcel the panzers out equally and ban anyone from playing with them without his express permission. As John Keegan the military historian put, the Allies could not have chosen a better place for them if they had chosen it themselves :D

Other than that

I like it :devil:
 
thehangingtree said:
While am not sure what all I heard that weekend Messaline seemed pleased with what I relay to her. There were high-ranking officers there and two of them got into heated argument about where to positions ‘the Panzers’. The one called ‘Rommel’ wanted them near the coast while the fat one called ‘Göring’ wanted them held back closer to Paris. A scrawny guy with a strange mustache in a bath robe sided with Göring and discussion was over.

“You are lying to me! You didn’t fuck Hitler” Messaline exclaims.

“I didn’t fuck anyone; they fucked me! And, no, he did not take me. He seemed more interested in one of the young male waiters” I reply. “What does this all mean?”

“Your job is to listen and you did well. The less you know the safer we are” Messa tells me. I note she did not say ‘the safer I am’.

Tree
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If you had to be bedded by one of these three, which would you choose?

reichsmarschall_hermann_goering_by_hashem37927-d4sykl0.jpg rommel.jpg 1D8D804B00000578-3040579-image-a-31_1429130764055.jpg Oh yeah, sorry, Messaline. Which one has the bigger secret?
 
RacingRodent said:
The guy who argued with Rommel was called Geyr von Schweppenburg the Heer would never have let the fat drug addict Goering near their panzers :p Oh and Hitler's decision was to decide everybody was right and to parcel the panzers out equally and ban anyone from playing with them without his express permission. As John Keegan the military historian put, the Allies could not have chosen a better place for them if they had chosen it themselves :D

Other than that

I like it :devil:
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Geyr_von_Schweppenburg.jpg Ok, how about Geyr then?
 
RacingRodent said:
The guy who argued with Rommel was called Geyr von Schweppenburg the Heer would never have let the fat drug addict Goering near their panzers :p Oh and Hitler's decision was to decide everybody was right and to parcel the panzers out equally and ban anyone from playing with them without his express permission. As John Keegan the military historian put, the Allies could not have chosen a better place for them if they had chosen it themselves :D

Other than that

I like it :devil:
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The beauty of the Crux Forums is while some facts creep into a story we never let them get in the way of the storyline!!!

Tree

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It is mid-May 1944. I am at Hermann’s estate. He has learned Helen Gruber has become quite smitten with me after she learned we both graduated from the University of the Virgin Martyrs before the war broke out. He says she looks at me as sister and wants us to join her and Commander Gruber for a weekend in Calais. I cannot refuse. I wouldn’t refuse Hermann anyway but I still don’t care to be around the Grubers. Near the coast it is quite a bit cooler than the Purple Orchid’s Parisian quarters.

I am told there is some business that must be attended to before we can have holiday. Hermann tells me this will be less than pleasant. It was only a huge understatement. We arrive at a farm outside town where to my horror three French women all younger than I stand on a flat wagon with ropes tied about their necks, their wrists bound behind their backs, and shreds of their undergarments binding their knees. I am ready to puke and Helen sees it. She laughs and says “These bitches are more than happy to die for their country. At the same time I hear a train whistle and the rattle of heavy machineguns as Allied fighters dove to strafe the train. Beyond the tree line a ball of fire bellows into the sky and the sound of the train stops. I turn back and find the horses hitched to the wagon bolted. The three women have been hanged!

“Come here, Barbara! Have your picture taken with me!”

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God don’t make me do this!!!

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
It is mid-May 1944. I am at Hermann’s estate. He has learned Helen Gruber has become quite smitten with me after she learned we both graduated from the University of the Virgin Martyrs before the war broke out. He says she looks at me as sister and wants us to join her and Commander Gruber for a weekend in Calais. I cannot refuse. I wouldn’t refuse Hermann anyway but I still don’t care to be around the Grubers. Near the coast it is quite a bit cooler than the Purple Orchid’s Parisian quarters.

I am told there is some business that must be attended to before we can have holiday. Hermann tells me this will be less than pleasant. It was only a huge understatement. We arrive at a farm outside town where to my horror three French women all younger than I stand on a flat wagon with ropes tied about their necks, their wrists bound behind their backs, and shreds of their undergarments binding their knees. I am ready to puke and Helen sees it. She laughs and says “These bitches are more than happy to die for their country. At the same time I hear a train whistle and the rattle of heavy machineguns as Allied fighters dove to strafe the train. Beyond the tree line a ball of fire bellows into the sky and the sound of the train stops. I turn back and find the horses hitched to the wagon bolted. The three women have been hanged!

“Come here, Barbara! Have your picture taken with me!”

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God don’t make me do this!!!

Tree
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00028156.Little.Caprice.jpgI'd take notes to turn over to the after this is over war-crimes commission, but I don't know where I would hide them....no, I don't think the obvious place will work in my current line of work here. No way, btw, am I going to go over there and have my picture taken standing in front of those three hanged French girls. I might get pee and shit on my shoes, and then what? .... Oh? ...you don't really mean that do you? .... well ... gulp .... if you really insist .... ok, take it easy ... I am going over there right now Hermann. Please put that Luger away, ok? It's scary.
 
RacingRodent said:
Indeed, I mean how bad must it be that you would need Tree :eek:

"This guy's worst is so much worse than Tree's worst"
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Piss off, RR or I will rake up all the nuts on the Tree estate...


I have become fast ‘friends’ with Helen Gruber since she discovered I too went to the University of the Virgin Martyrs. Hermann and I are regular guests of Helen and Herr Gruber. One night Saturday, June 3, we are invited to the Grubers’ confiscated chateau. A beautiful blond woman is brought in to join us for drinks. Everything seemed fine until Helen turns to Dorothy.

“Dorothy, we received a cable from Berlin that you are an agent for Briton’s MI6” Helen says.

Dorothy looks confused and replies “Sometimes I brag about being a ‘36D’ but I am unfamiliar with a bra size ‘MI6’.”

“Dorothy, it says you are a spy” Helen exclaims.

“I have been called many things including a ‘slut’ but a spy is nothing I have been accused of!” Dorothy protests. “Are you sure that ‘spy’ wasn’t a ‘typo’?”

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“It matters not; only that you are accused” Helen replies. Helen proclaims “You must be hanged!”

Dorothy seems less than pleased and Barbara leans to Hermann and whispers “I really don’t want to watch this!”

“You’ve no choice, Barbara. All Helen has to say is you are spy or worse yet a Jew and you are dead. This will be done soon. Trust me” Hermann assures Barb.

What choice did she have? She watched as two female guards in crisp uniforms noosed Dorothy. Barb asks “Where are the men?”

“They are shifting everyone to Calais expecting an invasion” Hermann whispers.

Dorothy stands trembling and asks “Do you know what you are doing?”

“I’ve never done this before. But don’t worry, Dorothy. In the end you will be dead.”

Then she kicked the stool away..

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thehangingtree said:
Piss off, RR or I will rake up all the nuts on the Tree estate...


I have become fast ‘friends’ with Helen Gruber since she discovered I too went to the University of the Virgin Martyrs. Hermann and I are regular guests of Helen and Herr Gruber. One night Saturday, June 3, we are invited to the Grubers’ confiscated chateau. A beautiful blond woman is brought in to join us for drinks. Everything seemed fine until Helen turns to Dorothy.

“Dorothy, we received a cable from Berlin that you are an agent for Briton’s MI6” Helen says.

Dorothy looks confused and replies “Sometimes I brag about being a ‘36D’ but I am unfamiliar with a bra size ‘MI6’.”

“Dorothy, it says you are a spy” Helen exclaims.

“I have been called many things including a ‘slut’ but a spy is nothing I have been accused of!” Dorothy protests. “Are you sure that ‘spy’ wasn’t a ‘typo’?”

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“It matters not; only that you are accused” Helen replies. Helen proclaims “You must be hanged!”

Dorothy seems less than pleased and Barbara leans to Hermann and whispers “I really don’t want to watch this!”

“You’ve no choice, Barbara. All Helen has to say is you are spy or worse yet a Jew and you are dead. This will be done soon. Trust me” Hermann assures Barb.

What choice did she have? She watched as two female guards in crisp uniforms noosed Dorothy. Barb asks “Where are the men?”

“They are shifting everyone to Calais expecting an invasion” Hermann whispers.

Dorothy stands trembling and asks “Do you know what you are doing?”

“I’ve never done this before. But don’t worry, Dorothy. In the end you will be dead.”

Then she kicked the stool away..

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B w 026.jpg Love this pic...Dorothy looks so relaxed and unaware of what is about to happen ... too bad I had to watch ... at least I wasn't ordered to have my picture taken under kicking legs this time. After all that wine, who knows what might have happened to my nice clean dress. Oh, you mean I should be thinking of Dorothy and not my dress? No kidding? Why?
 
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