German hospitality (Closed for Jewelskye)

[Magister26]

Kharkov, Ukraine. December 1942

One year had passed since the beginning of the German invasion in the strategic town of Kharkov. A large and influential industrial city, Kharkov held some of the largest tank factories in USSR as well as a few scientific institutes. It was considered a priority by the Wehrmacht generals who attributed a vast portion of troops to ensure a total victory.

It took more than a year to finally make Kharkov fall but the German victory was total. The soviet soldiers had either escaped or surrendered and most of the resistance, composed mostly of farmers and factory workers, had been captured and executed. The city was ruled with an iron fist by Hauptbefehlsleiter Otto von Kimble, a harsh and cruel man from the ranks of the SS.

One of the first decision of von Kimble was to implant a work camps near Kharkov to operate the factories and repair the city walls. One of these camps had a more sinister purpose: one the order of Karl Brandt, Chief medical officer of the SS, Kamp Thule, dedicated to medical research, was established. Its commander was Hauptsturmführer Strasse.

Strasse was a perfect example of the aryan race: tall (6'3), in perfect physical shape with large shoulders and a strong chest, piercing light blue eyes and short blond hair. At 35 years old, the soldier, who possessed a degree in psychology, was considered a rising star in the party and the SS in particular. Contrary to his fellow officers, Hauptsturmführer Strasse always wore his dress uniform and rejected the use of a simple military uniform. He was too proud of his SS uniform and considered himself above the Wehrmacht officers. The uniform was composed of a pair of black cavalry pants and a matching black jacket with the SS pins over a pure white shirt. He wore shiny black cavalry boots and black leather gloves and never left armband, identifying him as a member of the Party. Strasse's mission was a complex one. He would have to select females from the local population that were within the Party's moral and ethnic standards and turn them into perfect concubines for the soldiers. The psychologist was also given the task to develop a serum enabling these ones to bear perfect aryan child to ensure a pure future for Germany.

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It was a cold and windy evening at Kamp Thule. Hauptsturmführer Strasse was busy preparing his last report about his research when a subordinate came to inform him that a small group of resistants had been caught outside of the city. Two of the rebels were women and were automatically sent to the camp for pre-selection. Smiling, Strasse donned his black coat and his cap, left his office and walked in direction of the shack used to store the new candidates. He entered the room and a guard yelled:

"Achtung! Herr Hauptsturmführer Strasse ist hier! Aufstehen sie Hundin!"

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Strasse's picture:
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[Jewelskye]

When he entered, he'd find the two women struggling up from what would have appeared to be a kneeling position. One was tall and somewhat wide, her build more firm and stocky, while the other woman was petite, delicately formed. The taller woman had brown hair and eyes, and her face was more strict. She wasn't unattractive by any means, but she wasn't stunning either.

Her counterpart, however, was a petite redhead. Her hair had long since fallen from it's bun, and now it cascaded down well past her hips. A pair of striking blue eyes looked out at the world from a face that, though smudged with dirt and showing shadows of bruises here and there, was delicate and almost angelic seeming. The clothes she wore were the same ones she'd been in when she was captured a few days prior... a pair of black men's pants that hugged to her long shapely legs and well rounded hips and bottom, and a shirt, also tailored for a man, the cotton stretched tightly over her full breasts and slender waist, showing off her flat stomach.

Her tiny feet were encased in a pair of boots that likely were made for a boy, and somewhat resembled combat boots. Both women's hands were bound behind their back. The redhead's hair was a mess of curls and tangles, falling around her and almost seeming to give her a bedraggled look. When the captain walked in, she spat at his feet and glared at him, to which one of the guards reached out and delivered a hard backhand to her face, sending her stumbling back slightly, but she didn't fall, managing to catch herself before she lost her balance completely.

He had, however, managed to cause her to cut the inside of her lip on her tooth, and she spat a small amount of blood on the floor, letting loose with a string of curse words in Russian.

"Chuvstvovatʹ menya snova, svinʹya, i ya udalitʹ palʹtsami kulaka na kulak i kormitʹ ih, chtoby vy cherez vash mudak."

((OOC: Translation could be rough, since I used English lettering instead of Russian. It should be "Touch me again, pig, and I will remove your fingers knuckle by knuckle and feed them to you through your asshole"))

 

[Magister26]

Hauptsturmführer Strasse watched with delight as the petite redhead cursed at one of his guards. Finally he had found a girl that represented a challenge for his reeducation program! All his other test subjects were farm girls and the daughters of the captured rebels, nothing worthy of the Third Reich. This girl, had he noticed a slight foreign accent?, was definitely not from a farm and did not fit with what he knew of the women of Kharkov. They usually looked more like the other captive.

Stopping the soldier who was about to hit the subject of his attention, Strasse asked the guards: "Wo Sie tat fand diesen?"*

He then moved around her, analyzing her body coldly at first. Her ample breasts and curvy body would be perfect to carry German babies and she looked strong and healthy enough to survive many pregnancies. Her proud attitude, once "treated" by the use of his brainwashing techniques, would make her a perfect German mother and lover. He hoped she would prove resilient and survive the experiments. Some were pretty rough. This was the prize to pay to get the perfect women for the new Germany.

When he moved back in front of her, Strasse gave her a large smiled and said, in perfect russian: "Welcome to your new home. I am Captain Strasse and I will be your host. Fight and curse us as you wish but be careful. If you test my patience too much, you will be severely punished but not killed. Good looking girls like you are valuable. We are, after all, at war."

The Nazi then made a sign to the guards and left the shack, putting back his cap. The four soldiers, yelling orders at the two poor girls, grabbed their captives by their shackles and pushed them outside in the snow. A storm was coming and the wind was stinging the faces of everyone present. Hauptsturmführer Strasse was waiting in the middle of the camp, hands behind his back. A soft scarf made of wool was covering his haughty face.

Finally moving close to the captain, the guards stopped and forced the two women on their knees in the snow. The redhead was made to face the captain. He wanted to see her face as her first ordeal was about to start. Strasse pulled out his Mauser 96 from its holster and pointed it in direction of the dark haired woman. Without any other words or considerations, he shot her in the head, making sure some of the blood went on the redhead. He then looked directly in her eyes and said with an amused tone: "Offensichtlich nicht zu meinem Geschmack."**

Putting back his gun in its holster, Strasse pointed out another small building and walked in its direction. It was time for the interrogation.
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(OOC: Translations)

*Where did you found them?
** Obviously not to my taste.

 

[Jewelskye]

The redhead, petite and curvacious, had stood proudly even as he walked around her, his eyes raking over every slope, curve, and valley of her form. Her eyes stared straight ahead in a manner that, if it weren't for the obvious amount of anger on her face, might have been called an almost militaristic manner. Her blue eyes focused on the far wall and she stood quiet and still as she waited.

Strasse's question was answered by one of the two soldiers who was in the room. "Resistance members," he said simply. "The small one was caught helping a group steal arms and ammunition." The store they had been looting was supposed to be secret... hidden in an underground bunker in one of the cities. "She killed five of our men before she ran out of bullets and they captured her...."

Even as he explained it, Strasse was circling her and eventually he was standing in front of her, smiling widely. Blue eyes regarded him angrily, an inner fire one might be both intrigued and surprised by in her gaze. She said nothing in response to his "greeting", and soon enough they were being dragged back out in to the snow. She cursed and struck at the guards all she could as they dragged her along, laughing and joking about her spirit as she stumbled along with them.

When they were pushed down on to their knees in the snow, she was still yelling in Russian at the man who'd held her, calling him every name in the book and even going so far as to make some up. This was all for naught, however, as soon he stepped back and Strasse stepped back up. She had just been ready to spit on him, when he suddenly produced his gun, and her cursing had gone quiet. For a moment, she braced herself to be his target, preparing to take the bullet that would end her life right there in the snow where her friends and family would never know where she was or what had happened.

Instead, however, he leveled the gun on the other woman and before she had a chance to register what was to come, he pulled the trigger. The gunshot split the freezing night air and blood splattered on her, a few red droplets clinging to her pale cheek and forehead. For a moment she was too stunned to say a word, but his voice snapped her out of the daze and a moment later she was struggling to her feet despite her shackles, screaming at him. "You son of a whore! Let me out of these chains and I will take you apart bone by bone! I will cause you so much pain your ancestors will feel it!" she screamed at him in her still fluent Russian. She spat at him, the spittle landing on his lapel.

When he turned to walk away as if nothing had happened, she almost charged after him, but something hard struck her at the base of the back of her skull and she felt suddenly dizzy, her vision narrowing to pin points. A second later, hands were grabbing her arms and she was being dragged through the snow toward a building, her feet dragging tracks in the snow behind her as her head lolled to the side, hair falling in to her pale, bloodied face.

 

[Magister26]

The captain entered the small windowless cabin and immediately removed his coat and his cap, already feeling his body temperature rise thanks to the small yet powerful heater present in the room. The room was actually very uncomfortable and the captain smiled at the idea of locking up his new test subject in here after the time she had spent outside in the blistering cold. A good test to evaluate the quality of her skin and her endurance.

Strasse turned to see the two soldiers walk him with the prisoner and directed them with his harsh voice to bring her in the middle of the room where two sets of chains dangled from the ceiling. The guards obeyed rapidly, locking the redhead's wrists into the manacles while the officer started to turn a lever that activated a mechanism lifting her off the ground and on here tiptoes.

When he was satisfied with the height, he stopped turning and walked around her, analyzing her curves. The first would be to get as much information on her group of rebels, to force to speak in exchange for some leniency. Of course, if his first evaluation was right, she would refuse and it would give him the perfect excuse to start his experiments. He would break her. He would destroy her spirit and turn her into the perfect toy for a german male.

Grabbing a pair of surgical scissors, Strasse started to tear her clothes open, slowly revealing her underwear and rapidly, the white skin of her naked body. He would need her awake to answer his questions so he ordered one of his men to fetch him a bucket of snow.

Seconds later, the red haired rebel was receiving a full bucket or recently melted snow, still cold enough to give shivers, especially if the person was not properly treated. Strasse waited for her to wake up before starting the interrogation.

 

[Jewelskye]

She woke with a start, screaming and sputtering, her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to make sense of her blurred vision and the pain in her shoulders and wrists. Her fingers ached, and as she tried to set her feet down on the floor, she found she could barely stand on her tiptoes. With the remaining dizziness from being knocked out still in full force... staying upright was difficult at best. She wobbled on her toes, her body wracked with shivers from her scalp, which prickled with goosebumps, all the way to her toes, which curled in their boots.

Why... was she so cold? The water, her mind answered for her, but she knew somehow that it was more than that. Whimpering and groaning as her head pounded, she finally managed to blink enough to make sense of the scene around her.

That... nazi bastard... was standing there and instinctively, she grit her teeth, trying to move toward him, to hit him, only to be reminded that her arms were still suspended above her head, shackled it felt like by the feel of the somewhat warm metal against her freezing skin.

Her skin felt as if it were on fire... and being pricked with thousands of tiny needles... she let out a soft groan of pain, still gritting her teeth, and looked down. What met her eyes brought a soft gasp from her.

She was naked save for her heavy boots, her body covered in goosebumps and nipples hardened to tight, painful little peaks. It was pink from the sudden shifts in temperature... cold to warm to cold again... and as she struggled to keep her balance, he would see that her breasts were full and ripe, but still perky enough to bounce tantalizingly with every time she wobbled on her feet. The flower between her legs, however, had a layer of downy soft red curls that matched her hair . They weren't thick or overgrown, but neatly trimmed, and the shape of her sex beneath them promised a beautiful image if the curls were ever to be shaved or waxed away.

Her legs were as long and shapely, slender but still toned well enough to draw the eyes to their nearly flawless form. "Bastard,' she spat the word at him, her eyes focusing on his face and glaring dangerously. "Pray I never get out of these chains. I'll kill you if I do."

 

[Magister26]

Strasse watched her woke up, a large grin on his face. His new toy's body was exquisite. It was her mind that he would need to work on. The little tigress would certainly fight him with all she got and the solider, formed in the best schools of psychology, would need all his tricks to break her.

He ignored her empty threats, turning around her to analyze her body, taking mental notes about any birth marks or anomalies on her skin. She would need to be physically perfect and he would have to remove any flaws on her before he could present his project to his superiors. Once the basic inspection was finished, Strasse removed one of his gloves and brought his hand against the redhead's ass, caressing it and squeezing it. He smiled, feeling the softness of her cold skin, enjoying the firmness of her delicate little butt.

Moving back to face her, the Nazi put back his hand into his glove and looked at her into the eyes.

"I know that you wont cooperate with us my darling. I know that you wont give us information about your rebel friends so I wont ask about it. I will just say that if ever you feel like I am going a little rough on you, giving some information might, and I say might, convince me to go softer....Understood?"

Not even giving her time to answer, Strasse ordered his men to bring his first tools and they soldiers brought him a little table. The captain took a white box from it and opened it, a powerful smell on chemicals invading the room. Without any other thought, Strasse hurled the content of the box on the helpless girl.

The chemical, a product originally conceived to remove lice and that had the after effect of making the hair fall, was now used as a torture implement. The powder not only removed any body hair it came in contact with but also burned and bleached the skin, which would prove lovely on this specimen. Soon, the little bitch would be hairless and ready to start the experiments....

 

[Jewelskye]

Her eyes were on him as much as possible during the "Examination", even as he walked around her, sliding his fingers over her curves and seeming to test her skin, most specifically on her rounded bottom. She half growled, squirming and trying to get away from his exploring fingers, but the chains she was shackled to wouldn't allow for much movement at all. Her skin was covered in goosebumps and she shivered visibly at his touch, her eyes closing as she swallowed hard. Despite being in the snow... then being drenched in freezing water... she was thirsty. Her throat felt somewhat scratchy and dry, and her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, but she said none of this to him... she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

As he walked around her, talking of her giving him information in return for possibly lighter treatment. She grit her teeth at that, fighting the urge to scream at him that she'd never tell him anything... he already knew she wouldn't, he had said he wasn't going to bother questioning her about it, after all.

When the soldiers reentered the room, she watched them warily, her fingers tingling as they began to go numb from being extended over her head by way of the shackles. She could already feel the way the skin around her wrists was beginning to feel irritated... soon enough it would feel raw and painful.

When the white powder was thrown at her, she managed to turn her head and close her eyes just in time, for a moment later it hit her, covering her in a thin layer. At first she didn't feel anything... but a moment later, the burning began and she grit her teeth as she let out small sounds in the back of her throat. It felt as if someone had thrown acid on her, and as she gasped in soft breaths in an effort to cope with the pain, her eyes stayed closed.

"Asshole!" she spat in a somewhat ragged voice, pain coursing through her. She didn't know what the powder was... but she needed it off of her! She wanted to beg him to get it off of her, but she knew better. Trying to keep her wits about her, she opened her eyes, glaring at him. "Is that the best you can do?" she nearly hissed. She knew it wasn't, of course, but she sure as hell wasn't going to admit how much it hurt!

 

[Magister26]

Strasse admired the girl's resilience but grimaced when he heard her insults. He was trying to keep his calm and act like an officer but the girl was clearly pushing him into becoming a true brute. She would regret this soon enough.

He took the time for the powder to work on the redhead's bodyhair, also enjoying the screams of pain she was trying to hide and control. Soon, her soft skin would be totally bare and never again would he have to shave her. He preferred his women like this, with luscious hair but nothing below the neck. When he waited the two minutes it took for the chemical to work fully, the officer nodded to his soldiers who grabbed two buckets of ice cold water. They then threw the contents of the buckets at the girl, rinsing her from the powder.

As Strasse heard her asking for something harder, he grinned, annoyed by her tough attitude. "Let's see how you find my next move, you filthy cunt" he thought, annoyed yet amazed by the girl's toughness.

"So bitch, you think that not screaming loud enough will convince me that you are tough? That it would be better to simply kill you? Rest assured that before the end of this session, you will cry and beg for my compassion....Its a promise."

With that, the German officer spoke in German to his subordinated who moved quickly on both side of the prisoner, immobilizing her legs while Strasse walked to the back of the shack and returned with a cattle prod forged into the shape of the German eagle. The metallic piece was burning hot, red for having spent so much time near a strong fire. He brought the prod close to the little Russian's thigh, looking at her in the eyes as he pressed it against her flesh, effectively marking her as a property of the Reich.

The smell of burned flesh was pretty bad but the sight of the bitch in pain was exquisite. The mark served two purpose, punishing the over-confidant cunt for her attitude and also to mark her officially as the third experiment like this and as a property of the Reich.

Strasse waited for the pain to subside. wishing to know the girl's name and her age. He would also need to care for the burn, not wishing to leave a permament mark beside the branding on his new toy.