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The Trial
The courtroom is small but well lit, furnished only with a dozen wooden folding chairs and several long wooden tables that appear to be nothing more than portable folding banquet tables. The off-white colored room is undecorated except for the large red, white, and black swastika banner, hanging directly behind the seated judge. A lone large black-and-white framed photo of the Fuehrer hangs next to it.
The judge's judicial bench appears to be nothing more than another uncovered folding banquet table. On the judge's makeshift desk, in addition to his hat, gloves, and cigarette lighter, is a short stack of document files and two black rotary telephones, their thick, straight cords dangling to the floor. Several meters to the judge's right is a small three-man film crew in crisp-pressed brown enlisted SA field dress, their camera facing the accused. One member of the crew is operating a large reel-to-reel tape recorder.
The judge, a handsome, distinguished-looking middle-aged man with dark salt-and-pepper hair combed straight back, wears a grey wool Weirmacht officers' uniform with the insignia of a full colonel. His stern face stares blankly as he lights another Turkish cigarette. The room is silent except for the click of his cigarette lighter and the occasional faint buzz of the movie camera.
There are no spectators in the classroom sized courtroom other than half-a-dozen high-ranking uniformed SS officers and fifteen-or-so helmeted elite SS guards who stand careful watch over the seven female prisoners. The officers and guards each fully understand that they would face unspeakable discipline from their superiors should one of the prisoners even temporarily escape.
There are no females in the room other than the accused, each of who has just been found guilty of the highest crime imaginable in the Third Reich; conspiracy, along with 37 other males, in a failed plot to assassinate the Fuehrer.
There is no jury. The accused female participants in the bomb plot were tried together in a single 20-minute trial. Each had just been pronounced guilty by the presiding SS colonel, who serves as judge, jury, and chief executioner. As he deeply exhales his cigarette the colonel inquires "who among you is menstruating at this time?" Two of the seven women open their eyes more widely and nod. "If you are lying, you will regret it" he says. "Take them out."
As the two women are removed by guards, the colonel picks up one of the telephones. "Prepare for five…yes five, in, in about 20 minutes." The colonel quickly hangs up the phone and inhales deep on his cigarette. He looks at the remaining five women that he is about to condemn. They breathe rapidly as they stand in a line elbow to elbow facing him, their wrists handcuffed in front of them, their eyes wide with the terror of anticipation. Ranging in age from 28 to 50, each appears somewhat matronly in their drab wartime dress. Each is dressed in similar state-rationed attire consisting of a dark wool skirt, long sleeved white blouse, and short-pump black shoes with knee-high faux-silk hose. Several have their hair up in a tight bun behind their head. Two are somewhat overweight, with slight saddle-bag hips. One of the women is a medical doctor. Four are housewives and mothers, three of whose husbands have already been condemned in the plot.
The colonel turns and orders the camera crew to begin filming. It will be his personal gift to the fuehrer. Then, as he tilts his chin up to place a cigarette to his lips, the colonel orders "prepare the ankles." As the women's eyes open wide, pairs of guards immediately bend down behind the women, lifting each foot one at a time to slip off shoes. Each woman feels two pairs of hands move up to her knees and pull down her hose. Next she feels a small, wide black leather harness being firmly strapped around each ankle. The colonel then orders the women to place their cuffed hands straight above their heads.
As the women stand facing the judge, their arms stretched overhead in submission, each now feels a soldier's hands around her waist, unbuttoning her skirt. As the skirts are slowly undone the colonel speaks:
"As brave young men die on the front to protect the fatherland, you have been protected, saved from combat because of your femininity. Tonight, each of will regret that you were born female."
With those words, several of the condemned women begin crying aloud. As their tears rolled down, all five wool skirts drop to the floor, quickly followed by panties, revealing five dark, thick, curly bushes.
Dr. Stephie Nollendorf, a career professional woman, had been one of the feuhrer's personal staff doctors, working as a gynecologist and obstetrician, providing care to Eva Braun and other females in the fuerher's entourage. She was 43 years old, 5'6" tall, medium build with large D-cup pendulous breasts, and somewhat overweight at 157 lb. She had short brown hair, pale white skin, brown eyes, and attractive facial features. Standing with her arms overhead, now wearing only a white blouse, the saddlebags she had inherited from her mother were clearly visible to a room full of male eyes. Of the five women who now stood in half naked submission before the colonel, she was the only one who had no children and had never given birth. The colonel approached her.
"Doctor Nollendorf" he said as he began to unbutton her blouse "I'm sure the other women here, being mothers themselves, know full well what happens in the delivery room, but please, for the benefit of my younger soldiers, use your expertise to tell us what you do to prepare a woman for childbirth if she comes to you in full labor?"
As Stephie nervously begins to give a technical description of the breaking an expectant mother's water, the colonel, who signals for her handcuffs to be removed so he can pull her now unbutton blouse over her head, stops her.
"No, no doctor, take it from the beginning, from the moment a husband brings his wife, in labor, into the hospital, what is the first thing you would do to prepare her for childbirth."
Stephie hesitates slightly as her blouse is lifted off her up stretched arms by a soldier standing behind her. "We would first strip her completely naked" she says meekly.
"Speak up doctor" the colonel shouts.
Stephie nervously continues "She would then be placed on an obstetrical delivery table in what we call the full lithotomy position, with her buttocks hanging slightly off the edge, her knees high and wide apart, her heels pointing slightly upward."
The colonel then motions for the guards to remove the handcuffs and white blouses from the other four condemned prisoners. "Continue doctor" he commands, as tears swell up in the eyes of all the women, including Dr. Nollendorf. He notes that several of his younger soldiers now clearly have erections showing through their crisply pressed uniform trousers.
"The patient is then given a full obstetrical prep" she says in a voice quivering with emotion.
"Explain to us in detail doctor exactly what that means" orders the colonel as he reaches behind her to unhook her bra.
"It means that, first, the expectant mother's pubic and pudendal hair is completely removed. That is, she's clean-shaven until she is smooth from her navel down to her upper thigh. This includes the hair around her anus. She is then administered an enema and her bladder is emptied using a temporary urethral catheter."
The five women prisoners are now completely naked, their now unhandcuffed arms still stretched skyward, their breasts slightly uplifted by their positioning. The colonel now slowly walks in front of each of them, carefully assessing their breast-size and their facial expression. Each woman's chest heaves with each breath, and each has the tracks of tears rolling down her cheeks.
All of the women appear somewhat short, the tallest being Doctor Nollendorf at 5'6" and the shortest being a somewhat pudgy-built 50-year-old housewife by the name of Elena Schulen. She is only 5 ft. tall. Her light brown hair is pulled tightly behind her head in the bun. She stares straight ahead as her blue eyes glisten with tears. Despite the position of her arms, her breasts still sag somewhat, her large dark brown fully erect nipples pointing just slightly downward.
As the colonel lifts both of Mrs. Shulen's breasts in his hands and assesses their fullness, he speaks aloud about them.
"These breasts have served the fatherland by nurturing five good followers. They will now be of service one last time." With that the colonel steps back out of the visual path of the movie camera and picks up a file off his desk.
"Several nurses are waiting for you in the next room, ladies. They are going to completely clean-shave your pussy and give you a nice lubricating mineral-oil enema. Mrs. Schulen and Doctor Nollendorf, you will then be brought to my private quarters for a final evening of service to the Reich. You remaining three women will be given over to service the young men in this room, a small gift of appreciation for their service to the fatherland. If any of you resist in the least I shall personally whip you unconscious with a short bullwhip. If there is any attempt to escape I shall have each and every one of you strapped down and slowly skinned alive."
Total Submission
One hour later Mrs. Elena Schulen and Dr. Stephie Nollendorf stood completely naked and clean-shaven in the colonel's large private two-room bedroom suite. They were not in handcuffs. They stood abreast, their arms obediently held straight over head, as if surrendering. Several guards stood by the door. The tall, lean colonel wore only a long silk bathrobe of Oriental design, which tied at his slim waist. From across the room he stared and admired the two somewhat matronly women, who now, having been clean-shaven, revealed girl-like vertical pussy-slits which pointed to the floor. The only thing the women had on were small leather restraint cuffs at the wrist and ankles. The colonel walked up and with using both hands began to stroke both of the women's smooth girlish vulvas at the same time.
"They did a good job" he whispered, lightly stroking the now slick vulvas. He added "It will be interesting to compare your vaginas tonight, with you Mrs.Schulen, having given birth five times, and you Doctor Nollendorf, never yourself having experienced childbirth."
As he continued to rub both of the women's smooth shaven pussies the colonel whispered "Do you think your pussy will be tighter Doctor?" Stephie, her arms still raised in submission, only cast her eyes downward, a tear dripping off her nose. "Answer me" whispered the colonel in a stern voice.
"Yes… yes, my vagina will be tighter, colonel" she tearfully replied.
With that remark the colonel grabbed Dr. Nollendorf by her hair and pulled her over to the bed, throwing her down on her back. He then ordered Mrs. Schulen to begin licking the doctor between her legs, beginning with her clean-shaven anus and working up to her clitoris. The colonel instructs Mrs. Schulen in great detail as the matronly woman spreads Stephie's labia wide open, drawing back the hood of the clitoris. The 50-year-old housefrau then begins to stroke one finger under the doctor's urethral opening, as another strokes slowly in and out of her wet anus. As Dr. Nollendorf reaches orgasm the colonel motions to the guards, who quickly repositioned the Doctor with her arms outstretched, attaching her wrist-cuffs to the headboard. As Stephie screams out her orgasm Mrs. Schulen sucks and strokes fervently, as if her life depended on it.
As Stephie's body shakes with orgasm, the colonel pulls Mrs. Schulen's head from between the female doctor's legs and, and grabbing the doctor's ankles, he shoves her knees upward until they press against her underarms. He then places Stephie's bare feet on his chest and leans forward, spreading her shaved pussy wide open for him. As she glances down between her legs, Stephie sees that the colonel's large, swollen, erect penis is sheathed in a type of French tickler, the kind designed to stimulate the urethra and G-spot. With a scream from Dr. Nollendorf the colonel thrusts the full length of his French-tickler wrapped cock into her. He then proceeds, with her arms strapped overhead and her ankles now wrapped around his neck, to mercilessly pound Stephie's tight 43-year-old pussy as she wails in both pain and ecstasy.
As the colonel and another officer relentlessly take Dr. Stephie Nollendorf's tight shaved pussy and virgin asshole, Mrs. Elena Schulen is, in the next room of the suite, forced to lick the now bare and spread assholes of six young soldiers. This ass-eating orgy is followed by the matronly mother of five, over the next hour, sucking each of the young warriors dry and completely swallowing down every drop of their ejaculate. The mature woman, a housewife and mother of five grown children, hopes that her performance will make her of use to the troops and therefore spare her life.
In another building the three other condemned conspirators have now also had their thick pubic mounds clean-shaven. They are now in a room slightly bigger than a hotel room, each now strapped down to one of three beds in the room. Their arms have been tightly bound at the elbow and wrist behind her back. They are on their backs, their knees drawn up next to them, with their ankles firmly attached to the headboard just above the each ear. Outside in a hallway, a line of the young soldiers, each fit and trim, awaits his turn to rape the women. From the sound of screams coming from inside the room, many of the soldiers are already excited into an erection. Inside the room three soldiers pound the women's clean-shaven holes as the cum from previous occupants drains past each woman's anus and drips onto the sheets.
The Whipmaster
The hours of rape have now ended. The five women once again stand together, their female slits appearing girl-like as they stand in a row naked. The colonel, nodding to the camera operator to begin filming, tells the women that they are now each going to be bullwhipped with a short thin leather whip. Upon hearing this, each of the women's faces contort in an expression of both grief and agony, followed by deep, moaning cries of mercy.
The guards immediately begin to place three of the women in ankle spreader-bars. The three are then hoisted by cables into an upside down position with their wrists now securely tied wrist-to-elbow behind their backs. They are raised just high enough so that their now dangling hair barely clears the floor. In this inverted position there is little room for movement, except to flail the head, causing ones hair to toss about in a sexy dance. Their labial folds are now completely spread open. With a signal from the colonel, a tall, strong, SS whip-master begins to delivery the first of many strokes across the tender full bare bottoms of the three women as they scream for mercy. There is no leniency as the whip moves occasionally between the legs, causing the women to reflexively attempt to close their restraint-spread knees, all as their momentarily silent gasps of horror are broken by their deafening screams. The SS guards gazed in amazement as the whip master precisely places the lash across breasts and nipples, all to the wildly bucking contortions of the inverted-hanging condemned.
The two remaining women, Dr. Nollendorf and Mrs. Schulen, are then each strapped down on their backs to a pair of short black-leather covered benches. Once supine on the bench, their knees are drawn back and strapped down wide at the side of their torso, the heels of their bare feet now overhead, pointing skyward. Their arms are tightly strapped at the wrist and elbow underneath the bench. The colonel then informs them, over the screams of the three women being bullwhipped, that they are to be whipped, not with a bullwhip, but with a thin leather strap, to be applied between the legs and across the buttocks. The colonel then tells the two women that he will personally apply this punishment himself.
As he stands, staring between the doctor's legs, the colonel exclaims "I told you that I would make you regret you were born female." With those words the colonel brings down the 2 in. wide leather strap between Stephie's legs as hard as he can, stroking across her inner labia and clitoris, the strap reaching the opening of her urethra. Stephie convulses, but no sound comes from her mouth as she gasps in a silent scream. By the second stroke she has found her voice and, screaming and crying, the female gynecologist pleads for mercy.
After delivering 35 strokes with the strap to Dr. Nollendorf's pussy, the colonel turns to Mrs. Schulen and begins to repeat the process on her tender labial folds. As the room fills with deafening screams of the inverted hanging women being bullwhip across their buttocks, the colonel stops working over Frau Schulen's pussy long enough only to reach for a small pair of aviation earplugs. He then immediately returns to Mrs. Schulen spread clean-shaved pussy and continues to strap it.
The Death House
Another hour and a half has passed and the women are now once again standing in line elbow to elbow, this time in a larger, unheated room. Their nude bodies glisten with sweat and welt marks. Their buttocks and labia are red and swollen. Each woman is once again restrained with arms firmly behind her back at the elbow and wrist. They now stand facing a small platform. About 7 ft. above the platform is a solid horizontal steel rod about 2 in. in diameter which is attached to the ceiling above with steel brackets and pulleys. Five thick, short stainless steel hooks are attached to the steel rod. The hooks are positioned about four feet apart from one another. Looped onto each hook is a thin, short stainless steel cable with a simple noose-like loop at the bottom end.
With a nod from the colonel the first nude woman is led up to the first noose. Her eyes bulge with terror as she mumbles something, possibly a prayer. Her breasts heave with rapid breathing. She stands now almost girl like, her firm nipples erect in the cold room, her pussy clean-shaven, her arms strapped tight behind her. As one of the steel cables is slipped over her head, the 28-year-old buxom wife and mother begins to plead through her tears:
"Please colonel, please, I have children, I will do anything to serve you sir, anything."
The colonel steps up on the stage and stands directly in front of the condemned young woman. Without replying to her plea, he firmly grasps her breasts with both hands and then begins to pinch both nipples between his thumb and index finger, pulling them forward. The young blond woman pleads with her eyes, offering herself totally to the colonel.
The colonel, then releasing one breast, reaches down to cup the woman's smooth bald pussy with his fingers and says "we're going to miss this."
With a nod from the colonel the camera begins to roll as a pulley slowly lifts the noose so that the young wife's down pointed toes are lifted just fractions of an inch off the floor. As the beautiful 28-year-old housewife and mother flails her torso, her feet pump like a bicycle, vainly attempting to touch the floor. As she struggles, she releases her bladder as urine sprays down on the stage below. Her short blond hair flies about her face, all this while the colonel continues to firmly pinch her nipples.
In a few moments she is still. The process is then more or less repeated with the next two women, who are also both housewives and mothers. They are both brunettes of medium build with small but firm breasts. One is 31 years old, the other 36. Fully naked, shaved, and weeping, they look like pleading little schoolgirls about to receive daddy's belt.
They soon hang from their necks also, their arms still tied tight behind them, their lifeless legs dangling beneath their femininity. Yellow urine drips from their toes.
It is now Frau Schulen's turn to be hanged. She is crying hysterically. Her small but heavy 5 ft. nude frame, with arms tightly bound behind, is carried up onto the slightly raised gallows platform were she has just witnessed the three other condemned mothers' meet their fate. She stares weeping at the three lifeless women hanging nude before her eyes.
The colonel orders that, unlike the other three before her, whose shapely legs wildly peddled free as they attempted to touch the fading floor beneath them, Mrs. Schulen is to be placed in a wide ankle spreader bar for hanging. As the soldiers pull her ankles apart, her clean-shaven vulva spreads for the last time. The spreading of her legs makes her appear even shorter than her five feet. Her breasts pushed forward by her elbows held tightly behind her and her legs spread open, the diminutive 50-year-old appears in total submission. As she stands at the gallows, the noose now loosely around her neck, she is fully spread and shaved for all in the room to witness her maternal femininity. The colonel approaches her and, placing his left fingers over her spread inner lips, gently strokes them and whispers "How often did your husband fuck you, Mrs. Schulen?"
She stares back at him in horror. "I saw you licking the soldier's asses, and sucking them dry, swallowing every drop of their cum" he whispered. "I bet your husband fucked you often. I bet he put your legs way up on his shoulders and fucked you hard several times a week, didn't he?" With a nod from the colonel to the executioner, the woman, now even shorter with her legs spread wide, tensed up as her rotund body was lifted just centimeters off the platform by the slowly tightening noose. As her eyes roll up, a single stream of urine shoots directly down from between her legs, splashing against the spreader bar. The camera films it all for the fuehrer. Unlike the other condemned, Elena cannot move her spread and restrained legs. As low gurgling sounds emit from her throat as she gently swings, the colonel turns to Dr. Stephie Nollendorf and steps down off the platform.
"It is late doctor, and I think I shall save you for tomorrow" he says. And besides, several of my officers have remarked at what a beautiful fully rounded ass you have, and it would be a shame to waste that so soon."
As the colonel begins to leave the execution chamber, he takes one last look at the four condemned wives and mothers now hanging lifeless, their smooth shaven bodies glistening in their final sweat. He then glances toward the terror filled eyes of Dr. Stephie Nollenorf and orders "give her another enema, and then bring her back to my chambers."
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