Battleship Prien, the living hell for nazis' prisoners

Battleship Prien, the living hell for nazis' prisoners

Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Mister Johnson

Author's emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com)

Tags: M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, F+/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme, Scifi

III. Chapter - Frustrated angels

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If you knew Magda Stross, you would know that this was a very bad day to get on the wrong side of her. Magda was very career minded. She could see herself as a station head in the Gestapo ‘Sexual Aberrations Unit’, enjoying a nice little posting in Milan, or Philadelphia, or Paris. There was no room in her future for children. And Magda was one of those women who couldn’t even stand being an auntie. The idea of having some useless parasitic life form growing inside her and ruining her future – Christ, that was repugnant.

Of course, contraception was illegal in the Third Empire. Even a serving office like Magda would be in very serious trouble if she were found with condoms, or birth control pills. The only way of legally avoiding pregnancy was through abstinence. Magda had just looked at her ovulation cycle chart, and compared it with the duty roster for the crew of the Günther Prien. To her horror, she discovered that when her boyfriend was off duty, she was usually on, or – on those rare occasions they were off together – she would be at the most fertile part of her cycle.

In other words – she was going to have the sex life of a nun until they reached Neptune. The best she could hope for was that Otto might go down on her, but Otto was a Major in charge of the ships laser cannons – and he was that subtle in bed. His rare efforts at cunnalingus usually left her frustrated and even bruised.

“Fuck, shit, buggery, crap, bollocks!” she yelled.

Magda opened her personal hygiene kit and took out her 'neck massager', a bulbous, bulky instrument that vibrated pitifully when she turned it on. Sex toys were not illegal in the Third Empire, but they were certainly frowned upon. As a result, this was about the best she could risk bringing aboard. She dreamed of things like a ‘rampant rabbit’, or anything that would stimulate the G spot at the same time as the clit. She tapped the device on the desk and turned it off.

“It looks like it’s you and me for the next six weeks. How wonderful,” she moaned sarcastically.

Magda finished dressing in her uniform and fluffed out her blonde hair, No regulation bun today. She was incredibly pretty, with a small, straight nose, and huge blue eyes that gave her a doll like charm. She also seemed quite naive – those who knew her would not be fooled. Anyone meeting her for the first time might take her for an innocent, slightly dumb blonde. They would learn the truth quickly enough, generally in ways that left them hoarse with screaming.

Still looking in the mirror, she lit herself a cigarette, holding it between black-gloved fingers and blowing the smoke out through tight little nostrils.

How to play this?

She wasn’t going to start off like a bitch today – that would come later. They had assigned her Special Action for the one of two captive lesbians and she was going to have a little bit of fun, before inflicting true horror.

Inhaling deeply, she saw her wicked smile in the mirror.

Oh yes, fun indeed. If she couldn’t have sex for six months, someone was going to suffer for it…

Zara had already gone into the next door cell when Magda arrived. Normally they would have had a coffee and a smoke out at the detention desk. Magda peeked into the older lesbo's cell through the one-way peep window, the prisoner was on her knees wearing the experimental outfit, and she seemed to be worshiping Zara's boots. Magda smiled, for some reason she really enjoyed working with Zara - they seems to know exactly how to play off each other. She finished off her cigarette, threw it onto the floor, and ground the toe of her polished jackboot over it. A quick squirt of breath freshener – it never hurt that when you were close to one of these deviants, you could whisper fragrantly to them. Then she picked up the restraining harness and entered Ingrid’s cell.

The girl was lying on the floor. The drugs were wearing off now. She was semi conscious, still slightly groggy. Magda knelt beside her, cleared the hair away from her face and took a pulse. A healthy one, that was good. On one trip, they had lost half their captives within a week, all dead from pain and shock. This one could take a lot. And she was going to have to. No sex for six weeks! Christ!

She lifted the disgusting black robe and had a look at the girls body. Long hair – far too long. Horrible nails. Very long with pale translucent pink base and whitened tip, almost natural but reflecting depravity. The style was said to have originated among French whores. Women of the Third Empire normally wore red, white or translucent polishes, but young cunts liked to be extreme. And you could bet those perky little tits could be made to sit up and beg with the right underwear. What a disgusting little tart, Magda thought, why would an intelligent woman throw her life away for such a little slit? Still, she’s young, and I’ll bet she ends up as a breeding unit.

It was time to bring the little cunt round fully. Gently, Magda stroked her cheek until the girl began to stir. Then she smiled angelically, and ‘ssshhhhd’ her. Ingrid received the full blast of those huge blue eyes. Struggling with nausea, she finally managed to focus her sight, and despite how miserable she felt, staring into those deep blue eyes brought her some relief. Her head was throbbing like little gnomes were hammering it from inside trying to break her temples into small splinters. Fortunately the angelic pair of ocean-like eyes were smiling at her with warmth and friendship. Ingrid raised her long nailed index fingers to her temple and rubbed her head to gain some relief.

“Ohhh shit... what happened? I had some a crappy dream...“ she moaned as the awful headache slowly disappeared. Only then - after she finally regained enough of her consciousness to put pieces together - her eyes suddenly filled with visible fear.

“Fuck! Noooo!“ she yanked her pretty head up and looked around. The sight of the tight, cold cell helped her to regain all her memories within a second.

“No! Is this a prison? Am I going to be tortured here?!“ Ingrid shouted in a trembling voice. Then she stared into Madga's face with such terrified eyes, the Gestapo girl found it hard to hide her gloating thoughts or resist bursting into cruel laughter. Ingrid had a thin and high pitched voice, really girlish and at the same time rather annoying. I’m looking forward to hearing it scream.

“It's all right, Sweetheart. You’re on board a ship, not in a torture cell. Don’t try and move too much. There, that’s better.”

She helped the girl sit upright. Ingrid's motions were still unstable, her frightened eyes darting back and forth. Trembling, she grabbed Madga's helping arm like she never wanted to let it go. Crouching beside her, smiling encouragingly, Magda continued:

“Let me tell you where you are – you are on board the battle ship Günther Prien. And you are heading for a colony in the outer rim. Now, don’t panic, here’s the good news – your ‘lover’ – Geraldine - is on the ship with you. When you get to the camp, you are going to be married off to a colonist. That means, probably a miner. He’ll be underground for weeks at a time. So you and Geraldine will be keeping house, raising children, and you can spend a lot of time together. It’s not freedom, little one, but it’s better than you would have on Earth. You can stay together.”

“On a spaceship, heading to the outer rim? In space? You mean like - space, which is just dark and cold?“ the girl blurted out the questions, not pausing to think. Her mind was still confused enough that she needed time to fully absorb what she was being told.

“Does this mean I can never return home? I can never see Mom and Dad again? But I can be together with Dina? But we were taken by policeman! We were arrested, we were roughly torn apart! How could I see her again? We were arrested for being lovers, weren't we?“ the girl kept on asking and asking. She tried to grab the closest, the most important and most desired element of all that she had to get through this. Losing freedom, losing planet Earth, losing her parents and all the dreams she had for her life. She was just promised force marriage with a miner; the picture of a hairy, dirty, grunting man came into her mind. The only positive thing she was heard that her teacher and lover, the devoted and sweet Dina was around here, so she clutched that last straw.

Magda smiled, nodding encouragingly.

“Do you understand, Ingrid? You committed a crime, yes, but there are those on this ship who do not see lesbianism as that great an offence against the Empire.“ Now she leaned forward and on the pretext of brushing some more hair over the girl’s ear, she whispered “You have to remember – a lot of the staff on this ship are women – there’s not quite enough men to go round. I mean - I can't have sex with a man for six weeks, so what am I going to do? Hm? Look at it that way.”

Ingrid's frightened eyes became surprised, they grew even bigger than they were before. She slightly shook her pretty head. The new information seemed to be a bit too much for her. And Magda patted the girl’s hand. Even if the leather glove felt strange over her skin the angelic woman's kindness and her pleasant breath felt so good. Ingrid involuntarily licked her lip.

“So, I can arrange for you to see Geraldine. Would you like that?

“Yes please, arrange that please! I would be so happy to see Dina!“ Ingrid replied with a grateful smile and she slid her other hand onto Magda's, cradling the gloved fingers between her palms.

“Good, I thought you would. Now, there is just one thing – every time a prisoner leaves a cell they have to be properly dressed. There are cameras watching. It would be – “ she sought for the words “It would be embarrassing if you walked out as you are, so I need you to change. Into this, I’m afraid.”

With an air of embarrassment, she handed Ingrid a garment that was very much the same as Geraldine’s, except perhaps a little newer. It smelled of polished leather. Ingrid looked at the outrageously naughty piece of sophisticated leather strips, and the blood ran out of her face. Magda laughed, but reassuringly, like - this was all just a silly game.

“It’s all right, it looks a bit strange, but it’s just a restraint harness, you see where we can attach cuffs and things? Nothing more than that. Go on.”

“But... this looks like a... this is so embarrassing.“ Ingrid whispered as she held the harness between her slender fingers, unable to really understand why was that needed at all.

“I have seen some dirty movies, when we were in North America. My Dad hid them in his working desk. Inferior women wore things like this in those films while dozens of men, even monkey niggers fucked them for hours...“ Ingrid moaned but slowly climbed to her feet and started to check how to get into the harness.

“Let me help you with that – there’s a knack to it. I’ve got to say – it’s such a bloody stupid outfit. But you know what senior officers are like. Everything has to be done by the book.”

She helped the girl dress herself and did the fastenings at the back where help was needed to reach them. It had a very similar effect on her shape as it did on the older woman’s – and yes, those tits were definitely sitting up and begging. Ingrid put on a show for Magda. She was slightly ungainly as her body was writhing while twisting her limbs to find the right holes between the strips, but at the same time she managed to move in a surprisingly erotic way. She was thin, not a single gram of fat was around her waist or thighs, but her breasts were proud and shapely, the harness highlighted them dramatically. Her pussy was smoothly shaved, only a small triangle of hairs adorned it, and her inner labias were really large, thin but protruding. Ingrid wouldn't admit that, not even to herself, but the harness - and the fact she was instructed to put the kinky looking thing on in front of the beautiful SS officer – these things excited her. As always, her subconscious cravings appeared in her motions.

As Magda watched the girl arrange the supporting straps around her tits, she was thinking to herself:  I can’t wait for you to meet my pet fish. She shivered as she imagined tiny, razor sharp teeth, slicing into that creamy flesh, those small, coffee brown nipples. The girl shrieking with the inhuman pain. Geraldine watching...

Magda took a moment to recover herself and to fix that angelic smile back into place.”

“Right, one more thing.”

She produced a rubbery leather hood. There was a gap for the eyes, another for the mouth and two little holes on either side of the head. Her hair would be pulled through these into cute little bunches.

“Quickly bunch your hair up into pigtails and we’ll put this on you. Another regulation, just in case we meet other prisoners in the corridor. We don’t really want them to know who we have here. But it will be fine; you just have to trust me.”

Ingrid looked dumbfounded, the third times at least within twenty minutes. The leather hood was weird.

“Are you sure this is needed? I mean... I'm not so ugly or something and this doesn't look too comfortable.“ Ingrid said as she finally completed the finishing touches on the harness. Magda gave her a squeeze, and chuckled a little.

“Oh sweetheart, of course you're not ugly, you're beautiful! But we have cameras out there and - well, secrecy is important. This is so hard for you, I know, but it will be much better than it seems, I promise.”

The girl quickly did as ordered, twirling her hair into little bunches and pulling on the hood.

Magda gave her a cheeky little grin, as if doing something she shouldn’t - something terribly naughty.

“I have to say, you look very kinky. Criminal of course, but very kinky. Put your hands behind your back. All right. In a minute, I’ll take you into a room where you’ll be able to see Geraldine, and I hope, you’ll be able to touch each other as well – I might be able to arrange that, it all depends who’s in there with her, but I’ll do my best. OK sweetheart?”

“Oh, okay, sure. I mean, I'm really not in the mood to do anything, you know, kinky or something. But thank you... anyway. I just, I just want to see her, to talk with her. I'm really worried about her, she must be really frightened.“ Ingrid replied, her voice became slightly strange as the hood's mouth hole blocked a bit the movement of her jaws. She felt strange.

Technically naked and her face even hidden, accompanied by a beautiful, extremely sweet girl. The kind and helpful nazi woman forgot to introduce herself, but Ingrid has other concerns in her mind. Actually, despite the seriously seeming situation, she felt aroused. And halfway happy too. Her rational mind was still frightened and worrying about the situation, but her other, reckless and emotionally driven half kept saying; “I can see Dina! I’m soon going to be with Dina! And this blonde is such a beauty – shit, she hinted something about the lack of males around. Can she be the same as us? Would Dina understand if we have a third girl with us sometimes?“

And Magda cuffed the girl’s hands behind her back, running leather gloved fingertips down the smooth length of her arms, feeling their shuddering response. She moved her lips quickly against the girl’s neck, smelt behind her ear. Not too surprisingly Ingrid let out an almost completely silent but excited sigh.

“You are delicious. I can understand why Geraldine fell for you. I think the two of you belong together, I really do.”