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Nazis And The Purple Orchid

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It started slowly; light bondage with intense sex.
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Hermann insisted that Barbara wore stocking at all times. She hated wearing them knowing they were taken from Jewish women but her sisters at the Purple Orchid told her to accomodate him as his familiarity with her has as predicted ‘loosened his lips’.

She spends many days with her wrists bound behind her back in the strange cuffs he procured for her. One day she sat on the floor by his desk. As he conducted business by telephone. ‘His bill must be outrageous as long as he talks’ Barbaria thinks not comprehending the Gestapo does not pay bills. The stockings she wore that day looked like they came from the turn of the centiry and she felt like a cheap whore wearing them.

But she listened.

Things are discussed on the phone. He calls Hitler an idiot and says the 262 was never meant to be a bomber, whatever that meant. He wraps up that call sounding pleased. "Really? The Pink Tulip has been captured? By all means bring her here. I have plans for her!!!”

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He hangs up and says „Enough work for today!”

Barb asks him what a 262 and he says she need not know. She decides not to ask who the ‘Pink Tulip’ is.

„You called the Furher an ‘idiot’. You do not think he is a great leader?” Barb asks.

„He is a charimatitic leader that has no idea how to fight a war” Hermann sneers.

When she got back to rhe apartment the next morning Messa is pleased with the intelligence Barbara has gathered but when Barbara asked her what a 262 was Messa glared at her said „Keep listening Barbara; The less you know the safer you are.”


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b w 023.jpg Oh, the price I pay to help win this war (said through gritted teeth as he feels me up again and again). One thing for sure, though, if he ever gets too rough with me I will threaten to tell the Fuehrer what I heard him say over the phone. I should think that will buy me a little personal security. When I told Messaline, she only laughed at me. Am I naive? What am I missing here? Seemed like a good idea to me. :confused:
 
View attachment 280865 Oh, the price I pay to help win this war (said through gritted teeth as he feels me up again and again). One thing for sure, though, if he ever gets too rough with me I will threaten to tell the Fuehrer what I heard him say over the phone. I should think that will buy me a little personal security. When I told Messaline, she only laughed at me. Am I naive? What am I missing here? Seemed like a good idea to me. :confused:
You will learn when you find who the 'Pink Tulip' is...

Tree

"...are you sure this is related the next part, Tree?" Ulrika asks Tree.

"If the story isn't told it gets forgotten..." Tree...

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One night I was invited to yet another party. Hermann told me I would be greeting his guests. He tells me to strip (I may as well get l that part over now; it has been months on end since I haven’t naked and whored out to a higher ranking Nazi officer. The only thing that makes this paupable is that it seems the higher the rank the more they brag about what they know). Hermann locks my in cuffs binding me to heavy wood sculpter. He warps a long sheer scarf around my head time after time until I can no longer see through the gauze.

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He tells me to do well tonight. I reply „Just stand hear and be groped... I think I can do that. Hermann, you know everything about me. I know a bit of what you do but I don’t even know where you work.”

Hermann whispers in my ear „I am always working, Barbara. Be good tonight and I will take my ‘shop’ tomorrow.”

So I behave and get fucked more than a few dozen times by progressively more drunk Nazis. I do find they are moving their almighty Panzers towards Calais where they believe the Allied invasion would be attempted.

The next day he takes to his ‘shop’. I can’t tell you where it is because he blindfolded me. It is in Paris. We didn’t drive that long and he distracted me with with his fingers between my thighs. He takes my blindfold off after he leads me to a cool room in the cellar. He pulls the Blindfold off me and says „Do you know her?”

I honestly shake my head as I look at the woman tied to the steel chair by her wrists and ankles. He says „her name is Pkin, from Der Haag.”

„It means nothing to me.” I reply, again honestly but my stomach begins to churn.

Hermann asks „have you never heard of the ‘Pink Tulip’?”

„Not that I recall” I lie. I have heard him discuss her and had told Messa she had been been captured.

„Hmm” Hermann says. He displays a pistol and pulls the slide back to load the chamber. He hands it to me. I ask what he wants me to do. He laughs and says „Shoot the bitch.”

My hand shakes as I hold the heavy pistol. I point it at her chest. I have never shot a gun before much less a person. This Pkin says to me „If you don’t mind I’d prefer the bullet to the head.”

I raise the gun. My hand is shaking and she says „Just do woman. Try and hit my head.”

My finger twitches and the thunder fills the cellar. Crap, I just blew her brains out!!!

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Tree
 
One night I was invited to yet another party. Hermann told me I would be greeting his guests. He tells me to strip (I may as well get l that part over now; it has been months on end since I haven’t naked and whored out to a higher ranking Nazi officer. The only thing that makes this paupable is that it seems the higher the rank the more they brag about what they know). Hermann locks my in cuffs binding me to heavy wood sculpter. He warps a long sheer scarf around my head time after time until I can no longer see through the gauze.

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He tells me to do well tonight. I reply „Just stand hear and be groped... I think I can do that. Hermann, you know everything about me. I know a bit of what you do but I don’t even know where you work.”

Hermann whispers in my ear „I am always working, Barbara. Be good tonight and I will take my ‘shop’ tomorrow.”

So I behave and get fucked more than a few dozen times by progressively more drunk Nazis. I do find they are moving their almighty Panzers towards Calais where they believe the Allied invasion would be attempted.

The next day he takes to his ‘shop’. I can’t tell you where it is because he blindfolded me. It is in Paris. We didn’t drive that long and he distracted me with with his fingers between my thighs. He takes my blindfold off after he leads me to a cool room in the cellar. He pulls the Blindfold off me and says „Do you know her?”

I honestly shake my head as I look at the woman tied to the steel chair by her wrists and ankles. He says „her name is Pkin, from Der Haag.”

„It means nothing to me.” I reply, again honestly but my stomach begins to churn.

Hermann asks „have you never heard of the ‘Pink Tulip’?”

„Not that I recall” I lie. I have heard him discuss her and had told Messa she had been been captured.

„Hmm” Hermann says. He displays a pistol and pulls the slide back to load the chamber. He hands it to me. I ask what he wants me to do. He laughs and says „Shoot the bitch.”

My hand shakes as I hold the heavy pistol. I point it at her chest. I have never shot a gun before much less a person. This Pkin says to me „If you don’t mind I’d prefer the bullet to the head.”

I raise the gun. My hand is shaking and she says „Just do woman. Try and hit my head.”

My finger twitches and the thunder fills the cellar. Crap, I just blew her brains out!!!

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Tree

blindfold 005.jpg I think if I have to allow another Nazi to grope me I will scream.

53ace464ee0a0aff0c6ffdbbedeff1ad.jpg on the other hand, all this undercover espionage work is making me tough as nails ..

d2f873bd866da15f33974284c802a0b8.jpg and all though he witnessed my hand shaking as I pointed the gun at Pkin, from Der Haag, alias 'Pink Tulip', I was faking it....after all I survived OSS and SOE training with my virginity intact (almost), so I know how to handle a gun

5cc85c926e84680013427b6527fbf4a8.jpg but was it me who pulled the trigger, or was it Messaline? I could have sworn the shot came from behind me, and I am pretty sure I was planning to miss. So the plot thickens. Who killed the 'Pink Tulip"? Who is a double agent? Is everyone? What happens next? Stay tuned.
 
why are my opening quotation marks suddenly upside-down at the bottom of row of text???
the site machinery has decided you're writing in German (or Dutch, or a few other European languages) :rolleyes:
 
It is doing it on my word doc on my computer before I post, Eul!!!
oh yes, that's all the more likely, Word does that to me -
when I was translating 'Girl with no Name' it kept happening
because Word noticed a few German names etc. and thought I was writing German :rolleyes:
 
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