Hitler's Secretary

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Hitler's Secretary

by

von Hentzau

Part II

Traudl was led from the execution chamber and back up the hallway. The woman officer turned through a door into what proved to be a lavatory with a large shower area. A chair was placed in the middle of the shower room and Traudl forced to sit on it. Another female guard joined them, bringing clippers. In a few minutes Traudl's blonde hair lay on the floor. Soap and a razor were brought next and the stubble removed. But they weren't finished yet. Traudl was ordered to slide down on the chair and spread her legs. When she was slow in complying one of the guards pushed down on her shoulders while another guard and the officer spread her legs apart. Her crotch was soaped up and her pubic hair removed.

When the shaving was complete the grate over the shower room drain was removed. Traudl was forced to squat over the drain and she was given an enema. The woman guard charged with inserting the nozzle didn't appear to be very happy at her assignment and was less than gentle in carrying it out. After the first application Traudl was hosed off with cold water. And then she was subjected to a second enema.

"I don't want you crapping on my floors," the woman officer said as she observed the process, a smirk on her face.

The purging process complete Traudl was forced under a cold shower and then given a filthy towel to dry off with. Then her wrists were manacled behind her back and she was led out of the lavatory and back into the hallway. They turned in the direction of the execution chamber and Traudl thought "This is it." In a way she was glad they'd given her the enema, because her insides were in such a turmoil she might have soiled herself as she walked.

But before they reached the execution chamber the little group turned through a different door into a dark, windowless room. The woman officer flipped a light switch. In the center of the room two metal pillars, large diameter pipes really, ran from the bare concrete floor to the ceiling, three meters apart. About two meters above the floor a thinner pipe ran horizontally between the two pillars. A short step ladder stood between the two pillars.

Traudl looked around. The only other things in the room were some wall lockers and a low stool. She wondered what was supposed to take place here. There was no evidence of execution devices, none of the equipment she'd seen in the room where she'd been tortured. She didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Get her ready," the woman officer ordered. Then she went to one of the wall lockers.

Two of the guards escorted Traudl to the step ladder, where she was forced to mount it backwards until her shoulders were at the level of the horizontal pipe. Another guard returned from one of the lockers carrying a number of leather straps, with buckles. He picked up the stool on the way. Traudl was ordered to extend her arms along the pipe. Then the guard stepped up on the foot stool and began strapping her arms to the pipe. He placed straps at her shoulders, elbows and wrists, snugging each one down until it was impossible for her to move.

With Traudl fastened to the pipe the step ladder was pulled out from under her and she was left hanging, crucified.

The woman officer had returned, carrying a pair of short whips. Several more guards, all men, had joined them and were now arranging themselves around the room for the best view. The woman officer called to one of them, a beefy fellow who might have been Pig-face's brother. He came over and she handed him one of the whips. Then he walked around behind Traudl.

She knew it was coming, but it still startled her and made her scream when the first blow landed, slicing across the backs of her thighs. A second blow whipped across her buttocks. Then another, still higher up. He was methodically working his way up her back. When he reached where the pipe covered her shoulders he started down again, this time pausing to spend more time working over her buttocks. He concentrated his blows first on one butt cheek, then on the other, going back and forth several times before working the backs of her thighs again. He finished with an upstroke, the tip of the whip catching her between the legs near her anus. She responded by swinging her legs wildly in her efforts to escape the pain. The watchers laughed loudly.

Then it was the turn of the woman officer. She began working the whip back and forth, coming close to Traudl's belly but not touching it. Traudl could tell by the seemingly effortless way the woman controlled the whip that she was an expert. She grew afraid of what the woman might do to her. It must have shown on her face.

"Are you frightened, liebchen?" the woman called to her. "You should be."

The end of the whip shot out towards her, the very tip just barely snapping against her belly, just below her belly button. It stung like acid and Traudl screamed. The whip shot towards her again. This time it snapped against her right nipple. Again Traudl screamed, even louder than the first time. Quickly the whip came back to punish her left nipple and then before she could catch her breath to scream again it landed on her mons, at the very beginning of her slit.

Traudl reacted by thrusting her hips backwards, away from the tormenting leather. But the man behind her was ready and applied his whip to her buttocks with all his force. She thrust her belly forward and the woman was waiting. Her whip cut across Traudl's lower belly causing her to thrust her rear backwards again and into the path of the whip behind her. Several more times the woman officer and her accomplice repeated the sequence, playing a demonic sort of ping-pong with Traudl's tortured mid-section.

Then the woman officer contented herself with applying random strokes to Traudl's thighs, belly and breasts. Traudl was no longer screaming. She was nearly exhausted. It was all she could do to moan lowly with each stroke. And then the woman officer was coiling her whip. A guard brought a bucket of cold water and splashed it on Traudl, which somewhat revived her.

The step ladder was brought back and Traudl's feet placed on it. The stool was also brought out and a guard began unfastening her arms. But her torment wasn't quite over yet. Traudl was helped the step down tot he bottom step. Then her arms were raised and her wrists bound to the pipe. Two ropes were lowered from pulleys mounted on the ceiling. They were tied around her ankles and then her legs were pulled out from under her. They continued pulling on the ropes until Traudl was hanging by her arms and legs, her torso at a 45 degree ankle and her legs wide spread, exposing her sex for the crowd of leering men to see. Even more had come in to watch during her whipping.

The woman officer approach, walking up towards her exposed crotch. She was carrying a short, wide leather strap. With an evil smirk she gave Traudl a hard slap on each breast with the leather and then one final hard slap to her pussy. She then started exploring Traudl's sex with her fingers.

"My, my," she said in mock surprise. "I do believe our little traitor is a virgin. Imagine that. All those handsome young officers hanging around the Fuhrer's headquarters and this little slut not putting out for them? All those gallant young German men giving their lives for the Fatherland and this little bitch wouldn't even sacrifice her maidenhead for them? Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

She slapped Traudl's pudenda several times, then pinched her clitoral hood hard, digging her fingernails into the sensitive flesh.

"Well, liebchen," she snarled, "you're going to die soon. But before you do we're going to give you a chance to help the morale of our men. Heinz, would you care to do the honors."

"Gladly," Heinz said with enthusiasm. It was the man who had whipped her. He already had his fly open and his cock in hand, stroking rapidly. By the time he walked the few steps to Traudl his schwanz was ready for action.

Heinz positioned himself at her crotch. He had to bend at the knees slightly to get the height correct. But that was the extent of the preparations he made. He held the head of his cock against her maidenhead, for she was in fact still a virgin, and then pushed forward, applying all his weight and forcing the full length of his cock into her on the first thrust. Traudl cried out with the new pain, then burst into tears. If her tears had any effect on Heinz he didn't show it. He thrust rapidly, crudely. He came quickly, then withdrew and went in search of a towel without a backwards glance.

A bucket of water was splashed against her crotch. And then another man, cock in hand, stepped up. Traudl raised her head and saw that all the men in the room, at least a dozen, were lined up, flies open. She let her led loll back and closed her eyes, praying that she could endure the disgrace and humiliation without losing her mind. And then she realized, it didn't really matter, because not long after the last man had had her she would undoubtedly be dead anyway. Perhaps it would be better if she went insane before then.

One after another they took her until she lost count of how many there had been. She only realized they were finished when she felt cold water being splashed against her crotch again and then her legs being lowered. The step ladder was brought out once more and her feet guided to it. Even then two guards had to help support her while she was being untied and then help step down to the floor.

"You men have had your morale boost for today," the woman officer said in a voice that would do the strictest Prussian sergeant justice. "Now, back to your duties." As the men filed out of the room the officer turned to the two woman guards who remained. "You two know what to do. Do it," she said before walking towards the wall lockers.

The two women turned Traudl around so that she was facing one of the metal pillars. There, a little lower than shoulder height, a ring had been welded to the upright. Traudl's wrists were tied together, then her wrists were tied to the metal ring. Traudl braced herself fora further whipping.

To her surprise the officer walked into her field of view. She had stripped down to bra, stockings, garter belt and panties. The panties were black satin and surprisingly feminine considering who was wearing them. She was also buckling on a harness of some sort. It supported a long curving black leather covered phallus.

"Now, liebchen, I'm going to show you how it should be done," the woman said. She reached out and squeezed one of Traudl's breasts, then dragged her fingernails from traudl's shoulder to the waist as she walked behind her. The placed a hand on each of Traudl's hips and walked her backwards, her bound wrists forcing her to bend forwards. Then the tip of the fake cock was pressing against Traudl's poor, battered sex. After the abuse it had already received it was quite tender and Traudl tried to pull away.

"Oh, poor liebchen," the woman said in mock concern. "Are you perhaps sore? Well, there's another place we may go to play. And I believe it's still virgin."

"No!" Traudl screamed as she felt the tip pressing against her anus.

"Traitor!" the woman screamed back. "You gave up the right to say no when you betrayed our Fuhrer!" And with that she began to slowly but steadily force the phallus into Traudl. When she'd inserted its full length she pulled back partway and then started rhythmically pumping, back and forth, back and forth. She moved her hands from Traudl's hips to her breasts and squeezed them, keeping in rhythm with her thrusting.

The slow thrusting went on for a long time. Then suddenly the woman began to speed up, faster and faster. Traudl, with some amazement, heard the woman's breathing become loud and raspy. Then a series of fast, deep, jerky, punishing thrusts and the woman started screaming "Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!" And then she was still for a time before slowly withdrawing the phallus.

"Take her to the execution chamber," the woman said softly. "I'll join you there momentarily."

Traudl was untied and led, stumbling, out of the chamber, down the hallway and through through a metal door into a large chamber. It was not the same chamber as the one where she'd witnessed the execution. The walls and floor were bare concrete, sloping slightly towards the center where there was a drain. There were no furnishings in the room. She had expected to see a Guillotine, but there wasn't one. Nor was there any sign that the room had been used for a firing squad. Had her moment of execution actually come, or were they merely planning more tortures for her?

One of the guards approached her and removed her manacles. He then tied her arms behind her back, as the woman she'd seen executed had been tied, wrist to elbow. Then she waited as a handful of people entered the room.

Finally the door opened again and the older man, the man in the civilian suit who had read the death order, entered. Behind him came the pig-faced man. Traudl trembled when she saw he was carried the horrid suction device. Two guards positioned themselves on either side of Traudl as the man stopped ten paces away from her and removed the fatal piece of paper from his pocket. She barely heard him intoning the order for her death. Then he stepped back.

Another guard approached, carrying a short wooden pole with a leather cuff on either end. Traudl's legs were spread apart until her ankles could be strapped into the cuffs. With the pole in place there was no way she could close her legs.

Next Traudl heard the sound of gears turning. She almost screamed when she saw a noose of thin wire lowered in front of her face. They were going to hang her with piano wire. Word had already gotten out how some of the conspirators had been hung that way, slowly strangling as the thin wire cut into their necks. One of the guards slipped the noose over her neck and snugged it down, but not enough to cut off her breathing. And even worse was to come.

Two more nooses, these of much thinner wire, were lowered. They were lowered to her face, then lowered further still until they were at the level of her breasts. Traudl knew immediately what her executioners intended. The sheer depravity of it astounded her.

One of the guards stepped in front of her. He took one of the nooses and slipped it over her breast. He worked it up into the fold on the underside of the breast and then cinched it down until it was uncomfortably tight. He did the same with the other noose on the other breast. Then he signaled to whoever was turning the crank handle to raise the nooses. The slack was taken out until Traudl was forced to go up on the balls of her feet to relieve the pressure on her breasts. Then the slack was taken out of the neck wire, but not quite as tight as the breast wires. Then they stopped for the moment.

There was one more preparation to be made. Pig-face approached Traudl. He was carrying the suction device. He went down on one knee in front of her. He slid two finger into her slit, wide open now with her legs held apart. He worked his fingers back and forth, at first with one on either side of the inner lips. The he was darting his fingers inside her, pulling out her natural lubricant and spreading it around her clitoral hood. Then he was working her clit and she suddenly realized he was trying to arouse her. And strangely enough he was succeeding. In spite of the horror he was about to inflict on her her most sensitive organ was reacting, engorging though in doing so it was assisting in its own destruction.

Then she felt the cold metal of the tube surrounding her sensitive clit and the flesh around it. Pig-face began pumping. She felt the suction on her clit, coming in pulses. With each pulse she was drawn further into the tube. At first she found it strangely stimulating. But as she was stretched out even further the rim of the tube began to dig in painfully and whatever strange pleasure there had been was replaced by an agonizing tension.

Pig-face stopped pumping. He closed the valve on the tube, then disconnected it from the handle. The tube was left hanging. With her clitoris in it's sensitive state the weight of the device, as little as it was, was agonizing, made even worse by the tendency of the tube to bob with every slight move she made. Pig-face got up and stepped back away from Traudl.

The woman officer now gave a signal and the winch began turning. Traudl felt the wires around her breasts tighten as the last remaining slack was removed. She went up on tiptoe to delay the inevitable as long as possible. And then she was being lifted up, raised off the floor, hanging by her breasts, the wire digging in unmercifully. At the same time the wire around her neck was being taken up as well, but not enough to force the noose to tighten. She knew what would happen. Sooner or later her own body weight would cause the nooses to cut through her breast tissue. Already she felt them cutting in on the undersides, felt blood starting to trickle down her chest. Then she would be hanging by her neck, slowly strangling to death if she didn't die first from loss of blood.

At first she struggled aimlessly, reacting to the unspeakable pain being inflicted on her. But the part of her brain that remained rational told her that her struggles merely caused the wires to cut more quickly and she willed herself against all instinct to hang still.

After what seemed like hours Traudl heard the woman officer's voice, sounding distant through the pain that had become her total reality.

"She's not heavy enough. Bring sand bags."

There were footsteps and moments later Traudl felt weight pulling down on her legs. She also felt the wires ripping through her breasts quickly now though nearly mad from the pain she'd already endured it made little difference. Her only though was that it wouldn't be much longer before the noose tightened around her neck. Could it be any worse than what she was now enduring?

Distantly she heard a voice say "Almost there, get ready." Then she felt a light tugging on her clitoris as a hand grasped the tube. She braced herself. A moment later she felt the razor sharp blade slice through her tender flesh, a blade so sharp that for a second she felt no pain. But only for the shortest second and then a wave of white hot agony spread through her body and she jerked spasmodically and screamed. It was her last scream for the sudden extreme movements caused the breast wires to sever the last bits of tissue and she fell a few centimeters before the neck wire cinched tight, cutting off her breath. Mercifully she passed out quickly from shock and lack of breath and not much later was declared dead.

In a cellar in the Steiglitz District of southwest Berlin former Lieutenant-Colonel Schnetzer waited in the dark, his Walther P38 cocked and ready. There were footsteps on the cellar steps. If they belonged to the Gestapo the first man into the cellar would be dead. With luck maybe the second and third. But the last bullet Schnetzer was saving for himself.

Schnetzer had been early to join the conspiracy. He'd also been early to depart from it and head for his prearranged bolthole when he saw that the plan was quickly unraveling. He was no fool. If he had to die he would take as many Gestapo men with him as possible. But if there was any way to avoid dying, he would take it. Before joining the conspiracy he'd arranged for this place to hide just in case.

"It's me, Hans," a voice called from the dark stairs. "I'm turning on the lights."

It was the voice of an old friend, the old friend he'd made arrangement with to shelter him at a moment's notice, and then cut off all contact with to lessen the chance of the Gestapo tracing him. Schnetzer kept the gun trained on the staircase just in case. He was relieved when the lights came on and it revealed Putzi, standing there alone, bearing Schnetzer dinner.

"How's it going on the outside?" as he ate quickly. The food was poor, but he was hungry. He only ate once a day, and that was if he was lucky and Putzi could make his blackmarket connections.

"Getting worse," Putzi replied. "They're picking up anyone and everyone." He paused. "They tried that Haber girl today. The secretary. Guilty of course. Gave her a death sentence. Probably already been carried out. They're not wasting any time now."

"Too bad," Schnetzer said. "When I chose 'Traudl Haber' for my cover name I never imagined the Gestapo would be fool enough to think it was really her."

"Well, we can only hope they made it quick

The End

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