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The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Four
... Her platoon was included in the guarding of the outworking prisoners that day. She had the chance to be close to him during work. In the last few days she was constantly deprived from seeing him, because he was passing whole his time from return from the work till next day selection in the Commandante’s room. She was full of impatience and passion, and jealousy.
Finally selection was complete. The women took the exhausted men out of main yard to the rear areas of the camp via narrow gate.
Commandress of the guarding battalion ordered the companies and the prisoners’ parties to move. The prisoners marching to their working grounds were long more listening the shots of the machine guns.
She was a little late and when finally managed to join her girls the columns were already near their working grounds. She ordered a man to kneel and sat over his shoulders. She made him to stand up and to run around the other men of her prisoner’s group like a good horse bringing her on his back. She was searching for Boris. No! Nothing! Ohhh! He is not in that group! Hoooouhhh! Is he still alive? May be he is executed? No! It can’t be! She is observing from her hidden corner the executions every morning and hadn’t seen him there. But who knows, may be the Commandante had finished him in secret or in private? Ohh!...
…Despite all her efforts she didn’t see him obviously he wasn’t in her group! It wasn’t good idea to turn the other working places. They were too many. It would take so long time and she would be prevented from carrying out her immediate duties of control of her prisoners. Her colleagues should start to talk and her superior could punish her disciplinary too… Ohhh… What to do…
The only good think was that her position was the closest to the camp, so her group should leave last. She could see all other about one hundred groups on their way back. She had to understand in which group was he…
… She had already almost lost any hope to see him when he appeared in the first lanes of the one of the last groups. The commandress of it was one low and chubby jolly Lady Lieutenant with which she was in good relations. Perhabs she would help?...
... The impacts of the wooden rod were falling over his body again and again as an endless hot painful rain. Exhausted after long working day he was weak and wasn’t able to satisfy her desire and she was extremely disappointed. She started to doubt if he hadn’t served the other woman. She tried to make him to work with his mouth, but his tongue was so withered too. He, a piece of rag, he and only he was to blame!!! How it was possible the girls to be seduced by such worms and not to be able to resist?!!!
… - Dear, your scum is in very bad condition this morning. I don’t know what had she done with him. But he is almost finished.
… The prisoners were working on their physical limits. They were producing heavy stones at the stone-pit using only mattocks with blunt tips. Sharpening of the tips was strictly prohibited in order not to allow the men to use their instruments as weapons. Five cubic meters of stone was the daily norm for each man. These who didn’t manage to fulfill it were to be severely punished. Usually the punishment for the first time was fifty lashes, for the second time was trashing with wooden or metal rod and canceling the food ration of the violator and for third time – shooting or hanging. This system was very effective. In just few days of such treatment almost all men were getting exhausted and a few more days later they were ending as ash and smoke.
The Unterlieutenant took Boris in her duty commandress’s tent. She tried to caress him, but he trembled and moved one step away. She suppressed with difficulty her impulse to start to cry with whole voice. Instead of this, she tried to embrace and to kiss him. He started to cry quietly with trembling. She was full of emotion.
- What’s wrong?!!! I don’t want to hurt you! I want you! I like you! I want you to be mine! Why you are avoiding Me all the time? – She almost shouted at him with voice full of protest. He knelt in front of her and continued to cry quietly. – Speak to Me!!!
- Miss Officer! I am not supposed to be with you here one to one. Please let me go back to work.
- But why? I feel so much pity on you.
- It is prohibited for Me to explain, Miss Officer! – She was looking at him with mixed feelings of anger, surprise and unbelief. She tried to start to caress him but he just knelt in front of her and silently bowed him self just touching the ground in front of her boots tips.
- Corporal! – she shouted out. In few seconds young girl reported and saluted with hand picked up to her helmet. – Bring him to the ground men and give him a hammer. Supervise his work closely! I increase his norm three-ply. The norm is three cubic meters, but I point nine to him. Tell the counting sergeantess not to count his cubic meters! I want him on the “donkey” this evening!...
… It was late in the evening. Sofia had a bath and now, refreshed and full with energy, she was taking her time. She was applying nice perfumes, balsams and skin refreshing substances. She was feeling happy. In her late forties she was feel with strength and desires. She wished to be pretty, young looking and desired. The bell rung and she trembled. She went to the door. When opened the door she saw in the light of the entrance lamp two soldierins and something bloody and covered with dirty rags.
She looked with surprise at the soldierins.
him tomorrow to Major baroness Adele von Waldkirschberg’s house instead to the stone – pit! She has a lot of job to give him and the other as him!
… He was sleeping like wild rabbit – nervously and with trembling. His place was nearest to the barbed wire fence and he was jumping in his dream each time when the creaking sounds of the guardesses’ boots were approaching him. That sound together with the wild barking of the guard dogs was calling the deepest possible horror in his soul. When the waking up signal of the hooter sounded he stood up machinelike. He wasn’t feeling any refreshment. He was feeling himself even more tired than before going to sleep. Every one of the prisoners was hurry to stand up and to be ready for work and conscious before to attract the guardesses’ attention to him. It was still dark, may be about five o’clock, he didn’t know. Camp’s duty Officerin together with duty officerins, sergeantesses and soldierins responsible for the different groups of prisoners were pushing the men to make “morning physical exercises”. Some of the groups were practicing push – ups, other – running, third – squatting and so on. Those prisoners who weren’t doing well were whipped, kicked, slapped, pissed over and some of them were also shot time to time. Every one was giving all efforts not to be punished. Boris was carefully observing the signs, which their duty commandress, a young soldier girl, about eighteen was giving, to them. All was done quietly – giving the commands, carrying out them. Even heavy noisy breathing was prohibited. More than one hundred were shot during “the exercises” in that long first week in the camp only because they were breathing loudly.
She was looking at him. She was wondering. Usually each prisoner would accept the good attitude of every woman here just because it would ensure him that he will live at least a little longer and in a little bit better condition. Instead to be here under the open sky, the prisoner could sleep fixed under the toilet bowl and wait when his benefactress would come to release her divine fluids over his face and in his mouth. He could even be happy his lady to give him a chance to warm her legs or her holy temple with his tongue during her sleep, or for example to clean her quarter with his tongue all night. Instead, number 11460 was searching the way not to be in her presence. She was very much surprised first time when he had such behavior, but when these cases continued to occur again and again she became angry and bored. He was ignoring and avoiding her all the time. A few times she sent him to the executioners or complete whipping execution by herself, but nothing was achieved. He continued stubbornly with his behavior. In the same time she was in love to him like a schoolgirl. Her throat was drying. Her legs were trembling. It was quite strange, because he, like all other male animals imprisoned here, was just a ruin of a human being – physically and mentally. The clearly visible remains of well shaped muscles were making him more attractive to her than other scumbags here. And this pleasant element from her service in the army – to possess and to rule the men she likes was slipping out because this idiot was all the time avoiding her and on the top of all was branded as Commandante’s possession. That was limiting her rights to operate him. Only Colonel Sofia Romomela had unlimited power over him. This was driving the young officerin to the fury of jealousy.
The young officerin made one more circle around the electrified barbed wire fence surrounded yard full with sleeping stinking men and went away…
… She was leading the special escort squad that day. The soldierins of that squad were escorting the prisoners to the execution ground if it was out of camp, which was practicing quite seldom, or to another camp, or were escorting VIP visitors when such were coming to the camp. That day her squad was escorting a group of schoolgirls from senior classes of a school in the nearest city which patron was the camp’s staff. That day was 8 March, and after the parade in the city earlier this morning, the girls were going to present festive concert to the soldierins and officerins. They were traveling by bus. She, together with one sergeantess and two solderins was in the buss to ensure immediate protection of the girls. One armored car was leading the convoy and the second one was closing it. Her deputy commandress, a petty officerin was in first one. Both cars were full of armed women in elegant respectful uniforms… The girls were gazing at them with wide-open eyes. Initially the girls were ashamed, but their young teacher together with the soldierins provoked them to overcome their shame and very soon the bus was full of deafening girls’ voices asking about everything.
She was listening the voices of the girls, their questions and the answers of the soldierins and was looking to the outer environment. The road to the camp was passing through large forest area and she was enjoying nice views of the nature around. “What nice day! Ooohh! Time for love!” And she thought about him. How she was dreaming about his kisses and for… Suddenly a troubled thought hit her and broke her pleasure…
…Last night she was stopped near him from the outer side of the barbed fence and was looking at him again. She heard that he was talking in his sleep. Her heart trembled by joy – she was at least listening his voice. She lent her ear to hear better his broken words. “…Aaaahh…aaaahmmm…mmhh…no… no… ple…mad… no… please forgive me! Hmmm…aaaahhh…mmmmm…Miss… I lo…hmm…ahhh…no! no! Please! You… hhhmmhhhaaaahhh… so beautiful… kind…hrrrr… hmmmm…love…” What was he murmuring about? Love?? He loved someone… But whom? Madam Romomela? Hardly! She wasn’t thinking so! What if … Her heart started beating stronger… What if he was talking in his sleep about her one? Ooohh… He reverted back to him. “ …hhhrrrmmm… … I… lov…hmmmmahhhmmmprrrhhh…I … Miss … aahhh… no! no! Please don’t …no! no! … Lieutenant…” She couldn’t understand anything. Ohhh! It was so boring! “… I promise! I … no more… no more… never again… please don’t… Please, Miss! Forgive … love you so… she beats… avoid you…death…” She was out of herself… She managed not to start to shout and cry due to what she had just heard! He loved her! She definitely knew that no one except her and The Madam Commandane has no any intimae things with him… so may be no all men were so stubborn idiots and animals… ohhhh… thank you, Goddess! She take decision for herself to do all he to become her. With so wonderful feelings of love and calmness in her soul she went to her quarter to take rest.
She reminded herself this morning’s roll – call and distribution for daily duties and work. She got him in a hidden corner away from beside people’s eyes before the falling in to be completed and tried to kiss him. For her joy her responded her kiss, she felt his desire… but he run away immediately after that… She was confused… She was trying to understand him and she was managing to, but it was not enough for her… She wanted him… Oooohhh… how did she want him… With heart heavy with dreams, anticipation and lust she went to her place in her platoon. Inspection, selection and distribution was completed, disabled men were taken away to meet their faith and the groups took their way to their working grounds escorted by the guardesses’ platoons. She and her platoon were appointed to be special escort squad and their task was to escort a group of girls, which should visit the camp that day in order to give festive concert for the camp’s female staff. Prisoners also should take part in the festive 8 March’s schedule. They had to work twenty-four hours all over o’clock in previous day and in afternoon and in the night of the fest itself to serve as toys of the women. Immediately after the columns took their march number 11460 was called by a soldierin-guardess and was escorted to the Commandature. She was glad to see that… She didn’t know why he was called, but he at least shouldn’t be sent to stone-pit and should be spared away from the exhausting work. She started to dream…Mmmmmm… Sharp voice of vice – commandante took her out of her dreams. She was ordered to lead her squad to the city…
Now, few hours later an anxiety pressed her soul and killed her good mood. What happened in the camp… Is he fine… could she meet him tonight? He had the chance to make love with him once only, but then he was like dead and she didn’t have chance to enjoy their close intimacy in full power…
…What she didn’t know was that in the Commandature Boris was ordered
to follow an unknown woman, who just arrived in the camp. He heard the women to call her “Baroness”. Major baroness Adele von Waldkirschberg’s was young very pretty woman. When Boris met her look his heart started to beat crazy. Such wonderful woman, such warm look. Oohh… He started to feel weight in his groin and got hurry to bow his head down. He remembered his own wife… She wasn’t inspiring any sexual desire in him since second month of their marriage, such cold and evil was she. But the baroness… ahhh… He was almost out of himself when he heard Miss Romomela’s order to follow the noble Lady and to serve Her in all aspects. The Madam Commandante repeated:
“In all aspects!”.
Unfortunately for him, he has knelt near a big wonderful Chinese vase one of lot of unique artwork just brought by the baroness as a present to Madam Commandante. Trying to impress his new Mistress he rushed to stand and to follow her. Doing this he caught with his step the vase and overturned it. Vase broke in a few pieces. All women in the hall exclaimed indignantly with surprise, anger and disgust. Madam Commandante started to whip him immediately mercilessly.
- Idiot! Annimal! You are incapable to do anything normally! You deserve death! This vase’s cost and value was more than the value of a thousand inferior dirt pieces like you! Do you understand Me? Do you hear Me? Idiot! I hate you! Guard! Take him and prepare him for burning publicly on the stake! Tonight on the roll – call! As a good spectacle for the Women here and as a good example for the other inferiors! – while she was shouting all this Madam hadn’t stopped beating the man. At the end he was writhing on the floor in front of Her boots. Two soldierins came and took him. Suddenly the voice of the baroness sounded.
broke your wonderful present…Oh! I am so ashamed! I didn’t manage to show you how valuable, important is your present and attention to Me and to us all! Oh! That male destroyed the whole My fest! Could you forgive us?
- O, dear Madam Commandante! The vase was really expensive as an authentic antique, but it is nothing in comparison with our beautiful friendship! May I kiss you? – and they embraced and kissed each other with tears of sympathy. After while baroness continued:
- May I take him for My servant anyway? On My departure from here if he is still alive you would have a perfect man and gentleman… - she smiled – He attracted My attention, but probably he is still “green”, I believe.
- Oh, dear baroness! I have no habits to cancel My orders especially what concerns the prisoners, but OK! Especially for you, I will permit him to live, at least until you decide something else for his fate! Oh, My dearest friend! Corporal! Put a dog collar on his neck! – and they embraced and kissed each other again. After that baroness withdrew herself in the rooms of the house appointed for her dragging her new “dog” on chain…
…It was about three o’clock in the afternoon when they arrived. The passwords were said. The convoy entered the camp. Girls were looking with widely opened eyes. Prisoners have made camp clean and arranged as a garden. They were lined in long rows naked and knelt in perfect order. The buss stopped in front of the Commandature and the girls saw The Madam Commandante and Her Staff waiting for them. Naked men with musical instruments were lined. The buss’s front door opened and she invited the girls to get out of the vehicle. When first girl stepped on the ground music resounded. In the best possible emotions, girls started to escape… They were very impressed and were full of expectations for what should they see here.
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