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Nazis And The Purple Orchid
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
The Gestapo was certain the Purple Orchid knew more than they had divulged. They had already admitted they had been passing information to Allies but all of them claimed didn’t know most of the German officers they had been with. Herr Pilus was determined to beat the information out of them, starting with Barbara Moore. They already know that she was something beyond Hermann’s ‘favorite whore’. Her wrists are locked in irons and noisily chains hauled her arms above her head while the other Orchids watched bound and trembling.
Herr Pilus grabbed her hair and jerked her head to face him. “Don’t look for your lover to help you, Miss Moore. Hermann abandoned you probably before you were arrested. By now I would be surprised if he is not in Washington, D.C. singing to your friends at your OSS. Have you ever been whipped? …No? Shall we begin then?”
Barbara heart raced as Herr Pilus put a leather apron on and said “I don’t want your blood on my clothes.”
The skilled whip-master flayed her for an hour before she passed out and her place in the irons was taken by the next Orchid. It was six hours later when he finished with Eulalia. To his consternation she did not pass out and when he stopped she asked “You’re not stopping already, are you?”
The beaten Orchids are returned to their cells without telling a thing.
Weeks later a high ranking Gestapo officer comes to the secret compound to complain that the results of the interrogation were sadly lacking. Joan Baum said “The wrong tactics are being used. These women don’t hold any hope of surviving even if they tell all.”.
“And you have a better plan?”
Joan turned on projector and Miss Moore’s image appears on the screen. Joan says “This one is the most likely to break. She was an OSS translator that was sent here solely for language skills. She has no training compared to others and certainly not the resolve Messaline has. Break her and the others will fall.”
“How do you plan to do that, Joan?”
“With this” Joan replies opening a leather case revealing a bottle and a syringe.
“Truth serum… you don’t think we haven’t tried that?”
“I’m sure you have. But women can be deceptive by nature. How do you think the Orchids got their information? Do you think they questioned people? No, they plied their trade so men think with what they usually do. This serum makes a woman think with her cunt!”
“Diabolical, Joan Baum” the officer says.
Making sure Barb Moore has plenty of rest they wait until the morning before fetching her from her cell. She is bound to a chair and Joan sticks the syringe on her arm and sends the serum coursing through her body. In less than hour Barb is in desperate need of release!!!
Tree
Herr Pilus grabbed her hair and jerked her head to face him. “Don’t look for your lover to help you, Miss Moore. Hermann abandoned you probably before you were arrested. By now I would be surprised if he is not in Washington, D.C. singing to your friends at your OSS. Have you ever been whipped? …No? Shall we begin then?”
Barbara heart raced as Herr Pilus put a leather apron on and said “I don’t want your blood on my clothes.”
The skilled whip-master flayed her for an hour before she passed out and her place in the irons was taken by the next Orchid. It was six hours later when he finished with Eulalia. To his consternation she did not pass out and when he stopped she asked “You’re not stopping already, are you?”
The beaten Orchids are returned to their cells without telling a thing.
Weeks later a high ranking Gestapo officer comes to the secret compound to complain that the results of the interrogation were sadly lacking. Joan Baum said “The wrong tactics are being used. These women don’t hold any hope of surviving even if they tell all.”.
“And you have a better plan?”
Joan turned on projector and Miss Moore’s image appears on the screen. Joan says “This one is the most likely to break. She was an OSS translator that was sent here solely for language skills. She has no training compared to others and certainly not the resolve Messaline has. Break her and the others will fall.”
“How do you plan to do that, Joan?”
“With this” Joan replies opening a leather case revealing a bottle and a syringe.
“Truth serum… you don’t think we haven’t tried that?”
“I’m sure you have. But women can be deceptive by nature. How do you think the Orchids got their information? Do you think they questioned people? No, they plied their trade so men think with what they usually do. This serum makes a woman think with her cunt!”
“Diabolical, Joan Baum” the officer says.
Making sure Barb Moore has plenty of rest they wait until the morning before fetching her from her cell. She is bound to a chair and Joan sticks the syringe on her arm and sends the serum coursing through her body. In less than hour Barb is in desperate need of release!!!
Tree
I don't think that is truth serum at all....reminds me of something else. Now what was that. God I am feeling strange .... I feel like ..... oh shit .... it's a horny serum!!!!!
RacingRodent
Consul
The problem with that strategy is there is strong evidence that cunts are better at thinking than testicles...or at least choosier
Not with Joan's Patented Horny Serum... It is the great equalizer!!!The problem with that strategy is there is strong evidence that cunts are better at thinking than testicles...or at least choosier
it was his half-day, I suppose
The problem with that strategy is there is strong evidence that cunts are better at thinking than testicles...or at least choosier
Well, they are better at many things....but thinking?
We'll see what Herr Baum has to astonish us with, I'd hate to be accused of reading ahead
Crap… the power blinked before I saved the next section!!!
Even after three days Barb had not surrendered Hermann. But the whole situation was changing! She was taken from her cell and her wrists were bound behind back. There was nothing new there.
This time she was led away without the rest of Orchids left in their cells. Her hair was crudely hacked to shoulder-length and she was brought into a room she had never seen before.
Her legs buckled when she saw the guillotine but walked to the god-awful machine and she was strapped to the bascule.
As the bascule was tilted forward she asked “Is Hermann the only one that knows how to fuck?”
Tree
Even after three days Barb had not surrendered Hermann. But the whole situation was changing! She was taken from her cell and her wrists were bound behind back. There was nothing new there.
This time she was led away without the rest of Orchids left in their cells. Her hair was crudely hacked to shoulder-length and she was brought into a room she had never seen before.
Her legs buckled when she saw the guillotine but walked to the god-awful machine and she was strapped to the bascule.
As the bascule was tilted forward she asked “Is Hermann the only one that knows how to fuck?”
Tree
OMG
.... the most feared Nazi instrument of execution .....gulp.....do I get to say any last words? Why do I have to die face down? This board is kind of hard? What if I have to pee? Has anyone sharpened the blade lately? Are you sure this thing works? Maybe I would rather hang. Stretching my neck sounds better than severing it. What do you mean "shut up"? Least you can do is be nice. Oh, yeah ..... "Is Hermann the only one who knows how to fuck". There I said it. Won't do me any good? Does Adolf know about this? Do you have his approval? Maybe if I keep complaining long enough they will tire of it and let me go?
RacingRodent
Consul
OMG .... the most feared Nazi instrument of execution .....gulp.....do I get to say any last words?
...sure until the blade falls.
Why do I have to die face down? This board is kind of hard? What if I have to pee?
Pee, Barb we don't care...
Has anyone sharpened the blade lately?
No...
Tree
.... the most feared Nazi instrument of execution .....gulp.....do I get to say any last words?...sure until the blade falls.
Why do I have to die face down? This board is kind of hard? What if I have to pee?
Pee, Barb we don't care...
Has anyone sharpened the blade lately?
No...
Tree
The bascule is slid forward and Barb does not resist her fate. She doubts that any notices she pisses on the board she lays on.
The lunette is locked about her neck.
She hears the latch click and listens as the heavy blade rattles down its track.
Barb feels the blade tear through her neck and thinks ‘I knew it wasn’t sharp…’
It was her last thought…
Tree
The lunette is locked about her neck.
She hears the latch click and listens as the heavy blade rattles down its track.
Barb feels the blade tear through her neck and thinks ‘I knew it wasn’t sharp…’
It was her last thought…
Tree
RacingRodent
Consul
You died well Barb, the Flags of Freedom fly all the more bravely because of you.
The end of Barb but not the end of the story...
