The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part One
The heavy steel doors slid with deaf strong impact over their stop breaks. The massive steel locks fell in their places. They were locked. Sudden push due to which many man lost their balance and fell over their comrades showed that train moved forward. The train car was totally enclosed. There were no windows, no holes and openings leading directly to the outside environment. The men were seeing in the twilight that even the climatic installations had been removed and welded over. Anyway, the air only was coming from somewhere, so they could breathe, at least. The cars were old, the movement was noisy and with heavy jolting.
He was feeling himself exhausted. The women from the Gender police arrested him one week ago, after his failure to pass successfully his third control inspection. During this week he passed many terrible ordeals. The policewomen on duty were changing themselves on regular two hours changes and were always fresh and ready for work, full with strength and ambition to prove their abilities in torturing the males. In the first five days he has slept only few hours.
He felt himself as a torn rag. He was keeping his balance with difficulty. His head was buzzing. Two days ago SPF (Special Punishment Forces) officerins came to the police station and took him and many more men in their custody. They have been branded one by one before being taken out from the cells. He managed to sleep more or less well while staying in the stage camp. No food was given to the inmates there. It was possible for them to drink water only from the dirty puddles in the wide muddy yard or from the small creek passing through. That creek was caught for domestic uses of the Female staff of the camp. Its water was coming out from the wide rusty steel pipe and was leaking down across the yard. The water was leaking turbid, oily and with plenty garbage in it. He has even seen excrements, blood and used dirty sanitary pads to flow there. That water was the only available for the men to drink. Crazy about just swallow of water they were drinking that nasty, obviously polluted and contaminated liquid. He had drunk it too. From time to time he was feeling strong spasms in his stomach. It was due to severe hunger or due to the drunken bad water. It was not matter for him now. The bodies of the men were supporting each other and the prisoners were sleeping in upright position. He lost his consciousness. The world was dark for him anyway.
He recovered after awhile and felt some strange smell. Someone has released his dirt and now whole car was stinking. Someone in the darkness hit him in the back.
his buttocks and groin were wet. O! How terrible! That was him! He was ruined even more due to humiliation and shame. The people around him were muttering protesting against his act, but they had no power to react any further. In short time in one or other part of the car other men were failing to keep themselves or were vomiting and very soon the car’s atmosphere got full with effluvium.
The voyage continued.
Sudden power electric shock hit him from the floor. He lost consciousness again… The pain stopped, nothing was important anymore…
***
The female soldierins of SPF’s companies were lined on both sides of the railway. Soldierins, dog keepers, were holding their excited dogs on short rein.
She was nervous. She had graduated in Dorme’s High Military Academy just a month ago and after a short two weeks’ vacation took her first Officerin’s position in SPF. She was appointed as guard platoon commandress with rank of Unter Lieutenant. Today it was going to be her first participation in new prisoners’ reception. She was feeling the severe view of her superior commandress and wanted to make good impression from the just beginning of her real service. Her superior officerin accepted her very gently and was in all aspects trying to help her, so she didn’t want to disappoint her. The platoon was totally assembled of young women with small or nothing experience in deal with male prisoners or men in combat. Today the superior Officerin Lady decided they to be in the middle of the action.
Unter lieutenant Anna Labianina marched to the end of the order, turned, picked up her right hand and commanded:
Colonel Sofia Jaya Romomela returned to the duty Commandresses’ office. Young woman with captain’s rank met her.
Suddenly strong buzzer sounded the air. Anna trembled. The huge gates started to open. A few minutes later it was opened and the train composition slowly entered the yard. Anna and her women saw long sequence of dirty white cars. These were former fridge cars decommissioned long ago and now used again after conversion. Only the first and the last cars were different. First one was train commander’s staff car and the last was soldierins’ accommodation car. Both were armed and armored. The weapons mounted on their sides were allowing the soldierins to defend the composition against outer attacks and to prevent any attempts for escape. The two powerful locomotives, which had pulled the composition for a few hundred kilometers, was mow slowing their speed.
- Platoon! Weapons on hands! – Anna commanded. All women took their submachine guns on hands and pointed them to the cars. – Remove the fenders!
Many clicks were heard. The other platoons did the same. Everything was ready. About ten minutes later the whole composition finally came in. The soldierins heard the brakes creak and the train stopped. The heavy doors of the main gate closed with deaf impact.
Deep silence fell over the station. The only sound was the decreasing noise from the engines.
Madam Commandante went out on the staff building’s balcony. A silver whistle on the silver chain was hanging down over her well formed bosom. She put it in her mouth and whistled. The sound was keen. Her eyes were sparking. She was ready for spectacle, which was going to take place.
On the signal the women started to open the doors of the cars. They were opening the next car only after the previous had got empty. Good order of processing was ensured such way. The groups were pushed to move through narrow passage where the men were surrounded by women soldierins free from duty. Most of them were young women – strong and arrogant.
Previous car was empted fast. Five minutes were enough the flock to be herded to the branding ground with shouting and impacts. Some men tried to resist. Immediately a few women surrounded them and put them to severe merciless trashing. One man was strong and managed to hurt one of his tormentresses. She fell on the ground with squeal. One of the other women took out her pistol and shot the man in the head. The men looked shocked. Their impulse for resistance was extinguished. Anna was upset. How should she do? How should her senior Officerins assess her? She saw that the last men passed the passage’s entrance. The whole previous group was already in the inner yard, where ladies selectorins were working with them. Prisoners branders were branding the new arrived ones with their numbers. Sharp screams were coming frrom time to time from there. Anna looked to the passage and she decided to start. Her throat was dry due to strong emotion. She coughed trying to clear it.
- Open the gate! – She commanded. Two petty officerins rushed to the huge locks. They opened the control boxes and turned the hydraulic levers. The heavy gate moved with gride. The women surrounded the gate with pointed submachine guns. Having seen what happened with previous group they were ready. After one minute the gate was open. Few dead bodies fell out from the car. Exhausted dirty looking miserably men were staying silently. Some of them were with closed eyes, the other were looking with wide opened eyes full with fear. No one dared to move. One of the unter officerins ladies waved to them with hand ordering them to start to jump down. She was very close to the gate and was feeling the heavy stinking coming from inside. She was keeping her nose closed and couldn’t shout to them. Anna saw it and got angry. How was it possible!!! These inferiors wasn’t making what they were ordered! Suddenly she noticed Madam Commandante looking at them.
- Push them! Idiots! Get down! Schneller!!! – Anna hit one man with her stick. The man fell in front of her boots. She started to kick him. He managed to get up and run towards the passage – the only possible way for him. Behind Anna her girls continued to push the other men from the car. After initial hesitation men was jumping faster and faster. The sheeps of the flock were running to their destiny. The women was ammusing with whipping, kicking, spitting over the men. The women were shouting to the men, throuing to them insulting words. One young woman climbed over the ark of the gate and knelt over the construction. She pulled up her skirt and discovered her ass against the men. She started to piss over the men passing below. She was waving her hand high up and was squealing jolly. Another girl was climbing up in order to replace her colleague after she got empty of her cargo.
The men were jumping down from the high platform of the car. The bodies of the dead ones, released from the other men’s support, were failing on the floor or directly on the ground outside. Boris was feeling drunk due to the bad air, heavy stink, thirst and hunger and sleepless in which he had past the last week. His mind was degraded; his clothes were soaked with excrements and urine. Only water he had managed to drink was the water coming from the car’s ceiling during the frequent raining days. He felt himself very weak without support of the neighbors’ bodies. He hadn’t eaten anything during these two weeks since the moment of his arrest. He saw the end of the high car’s platform and the SPF women soldierins shouting to him and making him signs to jump faster. In front of himself he saw the mess of prisoners rushing to here and there and women beating them mercilessly and pushing them to a narrow passage limited with high barbed wire bars. He looked down and jumped. He fell on the ground and lost his balance and first nearest woman immediately hit severely his head with her heavy rubber covered steel rod. He saw dark circles and almost got unconscious, but by miracle saved his control and managed to move. Hits were raining down over him and he was trying to avoid them as far as it was possible. Spits, small stones were flying to him. Many ladies’ boots hit his body during his run. He saw with the end of the eye a body over the gate’s arch and felt the warm shower over his body. He wasn’t feeling any disgust from that, not anymore after these two weeks in imprisonment. He was just running.
Anna saw that the last males came into the selection yard and ordered her girls to form cordon for supporting the other platoons’ work. She looked at Miss Colonel’s staff building. Madam Commandante was staying on the balcony and was smoking calm. “Huuuh! I hope it is everything normal and she is contented. I want to impress her, so much! I want to be promoted in lieutenant rank as soon as possible! ” She waved her hand and whipped the last man of her group who flew away in the passage.
Colonel Romomela got down in the selection ground and approached the posts accompanied by two heavily armed soldierins.
After the gates prisoners were let to come in wide intermediate platz where they were ordered to get naked. The clothes of all men were collected to a huge heap in the middle of that platz. Having got naked the men were ordered to proceed to separate posts equipped with tables and small branding machines. There were uniformed women with submachine guns all where around. There were women in white topcoats over their SPF uniforms – the doctors. They were staying near immediately before the post itself and were carrying out initial medical examination of the new comers. They were pushing the men to the branding post or to a column of men staying separately. SPF soldierins were guarding them.
Colonel was moving along the column of incomers. They were looking so nasty – naked and dirty, so miserably to her… Why they were alive at all? She was looking at them with indifference – flesh, material for extermination, working animals… Toys for pleasure… She actually loved her job and was complying with her duties with a lot of pleasure. She was smiling to the prisoners playing friend with them.
Suddenly she saw something different… The human animal had a reasonable look. In his eyes she saw still burning the sparks of the common sense. Still unbroken?!!! Interesting! She was attracted. The man inclined his look from her to the ground and continued to walk. She looked at his body. Despite of its weakness the body was keeping the signs of former athletic shape. She approached to him.
With severe pain in his branded hand he was staying in the column and getting closer and closer to the branding post. His stomach had colapsed long ago in one point and now only the pain had remained. His mouth was stamped due to severe thirst. Allwhere around was only dry environment. He was marching foreward as a lunatic. Step by step foreward to the hot iron.
Suddenly he saw himself in front of the table. He saw when the operator slave adjusted the next number on the branding device. He saw one Officerin Lady approaching the table.
She was new officerin here. As far as she had graduated her higher
education, it was possible to her to pass her obligatory two years military service as a junior officerin. She was twenty three. She passed three months initiating course and was promoted in unter officerin’s rank. She was appointed as platoon commandress in the guard companies of that concentration camp.
In that morning she was on duty. Her company was on its turn to guard the camp’s order together with a few other companies. She was inspecting the posts of her soldierins. On her way she passed near the branding ground where the reception of new batches of prisoners was in progress. She saw a man looking strong but very exhausted. His body shape impressed her. He was obviously elder, but despite all he attracted her attention. She stopped and started to contemplate him. She saw his branding. He fainted and she was shocked. She wanted to find him and she would find him. Tonight! She saw that two men dragged him to the common yard, so he wouldn’t be killed despite he had fainted. Interesting why? She moved to the common yard too, trying to stay calm and not to show her interest in front of the other women. She didn’t want to become object of gossips and evil jokes. Despite all the women here were using the men for their pleasures each of them was in all the times ready to make scandal with her colleagues for such things. She entered the yard and approached the area covered with bodies of fainted men. She discovered the object of her interest and went to him. She knelt near him and started to scrutinize his body. She saw the marks. The old one – branded over and erased, the new one – still not healed and one more… What was that? It looked familiar to her. She glanced from the shorter distance. Small stylized two heads eagle with mirror of Venus on its chest. Big letters MC were clearly visible below the
eagle. “Madam Commandante”. So, he was marked with her commandress’s brand. That’s why his life was spared! Cold shower of disappointment fell over her. She stood up. Strong pain was in her heart. She tried to convince herself of the further possibility to have this man. She restored her hope. She transcribed his number in her notebook and went away. She continued the tour around her company’s posts. She tried to work hard not to think about her new passion, but in vain. Her day was broken. One man lost hold of a case with potatoes and it got broken on the ground. The potatoes spilled around. She took her stick and beat him severely. The trashing was terrible. When she finished with him his nose was broken and was staying bend to one side in very fun manner. His mouth was broken too. Blood was leaking out of it and few bloody, just damaged teeth were visible in the dust on the ground. The man was crying and trying to collect the potatoes, but she continued her cruel dance around him. Finally he fell down and lost consciousness. Whole his body was black and blue. Her mood didn’t improve at all. Ohh! How did she want to have that man! Ohh!
On her sign two prisoners dragged silently him away. Another two also silently collected the potatoes and went to the kitchen.
The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Two
It was late afternoon. The reception had finished and the men were rushing towards the camp’s daily routine. Some of them were working hard in the different plants and working areas established in the camp. Who had been found useless and unable to work already was executed. Their dead bodies were put over the heap of the collected clothes, splashed with gasoline and burned. Their ash was used as a fertilizer in the camp’s garden. The camp was living its normal life. Having finished her daily report to the State Camp Administration’s Main Staff, Madam Sofia Romomela started to think about her pleasure, which was to come. She called the duty secretary by phone. The young woman entered almost immediately and saluted.
The phone in duty guard officerin room rang. She picked up. The secretary of the Commandante was calling. Madam Commandante requested the marked newcomer to be brought to her and prepared for her needs. The young officerin got ruined. Her superior wanted for her property immediately. The illusion of existing of possibility to have him vanished… She started to cry, but restored control over herself and erased her tears. She stood up, took her cap and went out. It was already dark outside. She ordered two soldierins to come with her and the three women vanished marched in the twilight.
Sofia escaped from her bathtub refreshed, clean and full with desire. The hot water flushes had caressed her skin, breasts, her temple, and her entire body. Now whole her being was as a tender string waiting for a good musician to extract the music from it. She dubbed her skin with balms of last fashion and highest quality. Her aroma filled the room. She stood in front of the mirror and started to clean her face. Having finished it, she washed her mouth and teeth. After all of it she polished her nails. She was covering her lips with feeding up colorless cream - lipstick when the door bell rung. Sofia trembled put the lipstick on the table and looked at the clock. “Ohhh! It is nine o’clock already!” She touched and corrected her hair and went to the door. Opening it Sofia felt how the cold night air blows her face hitting it with separate heavy cold water drops. She saw two soldierins staying in attetion pose with submachine guns on both sides of a knelt man. His hands were cuffed behind his back. The women picked up their right hands to their helmets and the right standing reported.
- My Comandante! Prisoner 11460 is brought on your disposal! The object is fed, he had drunk some water, used bath and is refreshed! Escorting soldierin – Bowmang!
- My Commandante! Escorting soldierin – de Wall. – the second one reported.
- Hoouh! Thank you, Ladies! You are free, you can go! – she smiled gratefully to the women.
- Yes, My Comandante! – both of them put down their hands, turned back and marched away. They started to run. The rain was increasing its power. She glanced to the creature staying knelt in front of her door and looking down. She turned around him with slow steps. The high heels of her slippers were clack - clacking over the marble floor. The creature was naked, completely naked. He was slightly trembling due to the evening cold and perhaps due to fear. His head was shaved. A smell of clean body was coming to her from him. It excited her. She bent herself to him and took his chin in her small soft gentle hand and picked it up. She looked in his eyes and saw there only fear and fatigue. She smiled at him, stood up and waved her hand ordering him to get up and to enter.
They were pushing him forward with the hits of the muzzles in his ribs. They were approaching the Commandature. About one hundred meters from it he felt wind to increase and first rain drops hit his face. One of the women hit him cruelly.
- March faster, idiot! We will get wet because of you, piece of shit! – He rushed to run. In less than two minutes they reached the entrance of the building. The soldierins pushed him to one door beside the main gate. They forced him to kneel in front of it. They checked the handcuffs. One of the soldierins pressed the door bell button continuously. Seconds later door opened and he saw female legs in high heels sleepers to come out. He was to look down to the flor while some woman don’t order him to look higher. He was feeling the raining drops over his naked back, but was not reacting at all. He heard the soldeirins’ reports and the woman’s voice releasing them from duty. Eventually they remained both alone. He heard her steps clacking around him. Suddenly she stopped in front of him. He had a chance to look at her steps. He saw small nicely shaped chubby womanly feet. He couldn’t believe that they were belonging to the woman in front of who each man in the camp was trembling like a child. In one moment he felt with surprise her soft, warm tender fingers to catch gently, but firmly his chin and to pull it up. Their eyes met. He felt her strength, will and unlimited power over him. He was only a toy in her hands, toy which could be thrown out to the garbage disposal in each moment when its Mistress could get bored. She smiled and he felt her almost friendly mood. Her hand waved, inviting him, actually ordering him to stand up and to come in the building. He obeyed.
It was nicely warm inside the room. He felt himself so pity. He wanted to cry and he started. Whole his body was trembling. Tears were failing down lavish and hot. She came to him and take one of his tears on the top of her finger. She licked it. She felt its salty taste. She smiled. Evilly! She got back to the door and closed it. After that took his hand and pulled him to the next door. Clacking of her heels was fearing scaring and attracting him in same time. There was a calm warm twilight in the next room. It appeared to be a small, comphortable bedroom. Weak red light of the desk-lamp was making the look of the bedroom more and more erotic. They entered. He heard low calm music sounding the room, but didn’t spot any radio or player in there.
Ssswwwhjjjjjjiiittt! He listened the uncommon sound and…
And she walked again behind him. Ssswwwhjjjjjjiiittt!
His moaning was quieter this time. She smiled evilly.
Eventually he fainted. The woman looked at his soft, released body with clear disappouintment and disgust. She went to the dayroom and pressed a button on her desk. Less than a minute later uniformed woman entered the room from an internal door!
The hot water in the bath, carresing whole her body, made her fire in her to spread out and to overwhelm her. Few minutes later she was in her bedroom covered with a nice silk kimono and waiting for him. Her whip together with two pairs of handcuffs were ready on her night table.
He stepped with fear inside. He saw the torturing devices prepared to be used again and the horror started to spark in his eyes. He was stepping with small indecisive hesitant steps. He saw the woman on the bed and stopped. Corporal pushed him strong and he reeled few steps forward.
She ordered him to lie on the bed close to her and when he did she started to carress his skin with her gentle fingers. He was confused. The wounds were very painfull and it was difficult for him to feel pleasure by her touches. He was still tightened. She was feeling it... She liked to feel the fear in her victims’ bodies’ behavior. He was as an annimal, oh, wrong he was an annimal, which instinct was showing him that threat is close, but wasn’t shouwing him when it would strike. He was a trapped deer. Feeling the rifle of the hunter aimed at him. She felt the nice wet and hot feeling between her thighs when was looking at him. She bent to him and kissed his lips. He trembled surprised. He hadn’t felt women’s caresses for long. He tried to move beside and to avoid her provocative touches, but in vain. She was pressing herself to him and was trying doggedly to seduce him. She was feeling trembling of his body and fear in his eyes. She was listening his heavy and broken breathing with crescent anticipation and passion. Ooohh! How she desired to have him. She wanted to possess his strength, which she was seeing in his apparently exhausted muscles. To have him phisically and spiritually! She wanted his wild power and his will. She was feeling her heart strongly beating!
Suddenly she saw him to cry again. One her occasion look at his groins told her everything. She won! He was hers! His manhood was waving even against his will. He looked beside whole in desire, shame and hummiliation. She slid her soft hand on his groins and took his rod in her fingers. She trembled and moaned.
She easily lowered her nicely shaped buttocks over his rubber face. She started caressing her hind hole with the smooth surface and eventually sat over it completely closing his mouth and preventing him from breathing.
At the end both women were exhausted by the stormy pleasure they have just received from their tied toy. They were lying on the wide bed, embracing and kissing each other while the man was kicked out on the cold floor. He was crying silently and was waiting for his fate, which was to come.
Sofia pointed with her finger to him and after that waved with the same finger to the door. Miss Hrumpfstange smiled and stood up. She took up him and dragged him to the door. She opened the door and threw out the man with strong severe kick. He ruined helpless on the muddy ground. The young woman returned in the room and pick up the phone. Free signal was listened. In few seconds the young girlish voice came through the microphone.
Few seconds later Miss Hrumpfstange and Madam Romomela were in their hot arms again. Juicy kisses were sounding the deep night. Music was continuing…
The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Three
When the operator in the duty officerin’s room received Sofia’s order, unterlieutenant felt as she was going to die. She was jealous and full of passion. She was angry to Miss Commandante for taking complete possession over him and to him for not resisting Commandante’s orders, despite it was not possible!
She ordered two soldierins to come with her, put her waterproof suit and escaped in the night followed by the women. The rain was almost stopped.
They found him in the mud in the garden beside the Commandature. He was silent, almost lifeless.
Fifteen minutes later, he was put in hot bath-tub. No reaction was visible.
The soldierins were set free and now she was alone with him. She was second officerin on duty and now was her turn to rest, so she could allow herself to spend some time with new object of her passion. She started to wash him, caressing his body and spreading aromatized oils over his skin. Massaging his body, she started to get excited. When she started to wash his well formed groins her desire became painful! She got angry on him again! Why he was still unconscious? Why he don’t react!!? Aahhh! She started to slap him severely! She was furious! She started to cry loudly, almost hysterically and continued beating him. His face became red, due to the thrashing, when he took a deep breath. She stopped hitting him and covered his face with hands in jolly surprise.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. In his eyes she saw tiredness and desperation. She rushed over him and started to kiss him passionately. He tried to resist but to no avail.
Suddenly, strong bell ring torn the silence in the Unterlieutenant’s bedroom.
- She opened her eyes in shock… What it is already six o’clock! Hoooh! – She looked at him. He didn’t react even on that strong bell’s sound. Obviously the tranquilizer was effective. “Ohhh” She thought to herself “The exciting medicament could kill him, but I have no choice! I have to bring him to the camp’s yard, but I have no intention to bring him on my hands!” And she injected him again. Suddenly severe convulsions came over his body. The delirium was awful. He got awoken few seconds later with strong screaming. She rushed to close his mouth with her hand. I vain! Too bad! She had to kick him in the abdomen and stopped his screaming such way. Now he was sitting helpless on the floor, heavily breathing, with wide open eyes and mouth.
She picked up the phone and called the duty sergeant, a very close her friend and begged her to send two soldierins to her room…
…Sofia woke up early in the morning. She liked to observe the morning procedures of the prisoners. She escaped on the wide veranda and started her refreshing exercises program. The fresh mountain air was filling her breasts with good feelings of relax and energy. In front of her eyes the guardesses were pushing the men to run separated on groups by fifty scums and to repeat some ridiculous movements of their bodies called physical exercises. The men who were so exhausted by twenty two hours work and by constant starvation were repeating that movements slowly and without enthusiasm and, of course were severely beaten with wooden rods by the women. The new comers were still not so tired by the life in the camp and were trying to follow the commands of the soldierins. Their movements were still faster, with wide amplitudes and strength. Suddenly she noticed three figures rushing towards the yard with the new comers from yesterday. These were two soldierins dragging a naked prisoner. She ceased her gymnastic and took a binocular. “Hmmm! That’s My last night toy! Interesting! Why they are dragging him and where has he been till now?” She put the binocular back on its place and continued her exercises.
Having finished her exercises Sofia dressed her self in the uniform and went to officers’ mess for breakfast. She and her deputy Commandresses were eating on separate table in the mess.
room last night was dragged to the yard by two soldierins long after morning refreshment’s beginning. Could you, please find why?
up the Imperial flag! …
… They were heaving up their mattocks and were hitting the stones with them again and again… They were brought here in the early morning and nobody knew how long should they stay and work here…
“Sssswwishhht!” – The whips were flying in the hot air towards the men’s naked bodies.
the men. It was only the first day after they had arrived in this Hell below the sky. Boris was still very exhausted despite the care, which this very sympatric young woman had given to him. Few men from his group was dragged beside the working area by the guardesses and were shot there in front of the eyes of their “colleagues”. Everyone was in fear. Everyone was giving all from him to work and not to be noticed as lazy. No one wanted to be the next in front of the women’s muzzles. Everyone was fighting for one more breath, for one more second of life.
- Boris – he heard his name. Someone was calling him in a whisper. He tried not to react and slowly turned continuing hitting the rocks with his mattock. A young man was moving machinelike his instrument and was whispering without heaving up his head and eyes. Boris couldn’t recognize him at once. Who is that guy? What he wants?
- Yes, my name is Boris, but who are you? What you want? Don’t you worry for your life. They could shoot us for speaking and for telling our names.
- Yes, but they must notice that. Work without turning and be lowly whispering and the impacts will deafen our words… My name is Stefan. Don’t you remember me? I am the man from the train.
Both men continued working.
then I saw you were missing in the morning. I decided that I won’t see you again.
me a lot of pain…
room and fed me with bouillon. I was semiconscious but I think she used me. I feel strong pain in my low places and in the neck.
something...
that and started to make stronger hits and a woman appeared near them. She whipped severely them both and kicked them separating them on large distance...
...In the night darkness, after long awful day the long column of still survived men was walking towards the main yard for the night roll call. Sofia was walking near the gates and was observing the men. She was glad. Usually in just one day, the first after their arrival here, about thirty percent of each new part was dying. But surprisingly that group gave small number of dead today.
She noticed him in the strong light of the searchlights. He was bringing his heavy instrument... no he was bringing two instruments and beside that he was helping to a weak male to walk.
Sofia pointed with her finger to the men and two soldierins rushed towards them. Boris and Stefan was pushed towards Sofia and eventually overthrown on the dust in front of her.
for that now?
Sofia smiled. He was so naive. She waved her hand and soldierins took Boris back to the moving column. Now she kicked severely Stefan in the mouth. Noisy grunt and screaming were heard back.
tired?
him! – Se ordered to the nearest petty officer. Suddenly the men rushed to her legs, embraced her boots and started to lick them, speaking simultaneously.
All women froze wonder – struck. Some of them burst in laugh. Sofia was very, very nicely surprised. Such self-humiliation she hadn’t seen for a long time. Then she heard that the man was speaking something. She bent to him.
spare you, the useless stinking animal? How you are more special than the others? Ha ha ha ha!
lashing. The flames of fury, anger and evil desire were sparking from her eyes.
night! Please, Madam, please don’t kill me! Aaaa... – the man started to cry.
... She was free from duty and was walking along the main yard’s fence
together with a elder lady Captain. The air was wonderful. The prisoners were getting back from work and she was hoping to see him. Her eyes were jumping from face to face, but she was trying to be discrete. She didn’t want to attract her elder’s colleague’s attention to her own emotions, desires and feelings. Both officers were speaking about fashion and cosmetic. Her colleague had received from home the last number of “She” and now they were discussing on what they had red there.
Suddenly she noticed Commandante’s jeep and saw two prisoners pushed to kneel in front of her feet. The young women recognized his beloved 11460 in one of them and stopped. Her colleague stopped to and looked at the scene too. After that she glanced at her. Her eyes became a little sad.
surprise.
as a leaf each time when someone speaks his number, or when you see him. Last night you took him in your room and fed him and may be something else. Because of you he was late this morning and if you don’t know she send her main assistance to snoop around him. Sofia knows all already. You are going to have troubles. I think so.
mind that she is bitchwolf and will tore to part both of you!
The young women swallowed with difficultness. She looked in her colleague’s eyes and trembled. The elder took her hands in warm friendly grasp.
- Don’t be afraid… Just don’t fall in love. Anyway, we will, hmm… abolish him soon or later, like all of them… we always abolish all of them… that is the situation here, so, therefore you must not suffer… Love with him will bring you suffering only… They arrive, work and live here for little time and after that… Once they are here they do not exist for the world and for society any more.
- So, what are you suggesting Me to do? – the eyes of the girl were full of tears.
- Nothing, dear, play with him, get pleasure, make sex with him, but don’t fall in love! Use him for your amusement, even, if you want, as a donor, but nothing more!
- But this is inhuman! How can I…
- Dear, haven’t you taken part in utilizing of prisoners here?
- Yes, I have!
- So how could you love one of these who probably you shall shoot tomorrow? And may be if he manage to survive here long enough you will see that he shall start to cheat on you. There are so many other officerins and soldierins here and the men are so susceptible… They depend so by the tension in their groins… believe Me…
- But I dooo… I love hiiimmm… - the young woman burst in cry. The creeks of tears flew down and damaged her make up. Fortunately her colleague succeeded to hide her face from other women and put her hand over girl’s mouth. The sound of the moving column deafened the crying.
- Here! Take the napkin and wipe clean your tears and make up. You look terribly. – The girl grappled the napkin from the other’s hands, put it on her own face and rushed to the nearest toilet room…
…He was knelt over small sharp stones spread over the part of the floor. They were piercing his flesh and blood was moistening the plates under him.
- So! Do you have something to tell Me – Commandante asked. Tears were failing down over his cheeks. Sofia was in her full uniform despite it was late after midnight and all other free of duty were already sleeping. But, Commandante is always on duty, as she loved to tell. She was walking slowly around her victim and was taping her black leather gloved right hand with a short thick stick.
- No, Ma’am! – he moaned!
- No?
- No, Ma’am!
She heaved up her hand and in the next moment the stick hit severely his back. He kept silence. He knew that it will get worse if he allows himself to cry or to scream loudly.
Please tell me what is that I must confess… ooo, please! I don’t want to lie you.
been ordered to leave your custody, I was taken by a lady to her room.
Rank, Madam! O! Please forgive me!
don’t remember. I was waken up in the morning by her and sent back to the group. O, Madam, please forgive me!
you, and washed you… What more?
stroke his head with the stick. The man saved his balance difficultly.
morning…
to scream, but he lost his balance and fell down on the floor, spreading the sharp stones across the room.
Sofia lost control of herself. She started to kick him with increasing evil desire. She suddenly felt desire to kill him. Her blood got boiled. The sharp tips of her boots were causing deep bloody wounds on his body. She didn’t look where she kicks. Leaden by her anger she was kicking and kicking. Eventually the man stopped to show signs of life.
wall opened and a naked man in collar appeared from there. His hands were cuffed in front of his abdomen, and his legs were cuffed too. A chastity device was visible around his waist. His head and face were covered with black leather mask and its mouth was closed with a zip. The mask was with openings for the eyes and for nostrils only, but they could be easily closed.
He stopped in front of her and bowed. Sofia took his chin and pulled it up with her hand and opened the mouth’s zip removing the gag from inside in same time. She didn’t have to tell or show anything. The masked man started to lick her blooded boots with the same astonishing rapidity and eagerness as when he was crawling to her. In just five short minutes boots were cleaned and shinning in the twilight of the room. Boris was still unconscious.
the other man’s face as far as it was possible for him with his cuffed hands.
After a few stronger slaps Boris opened his lack luster eyes.
and legs, tied behind his back was not responding. He was throwing himself as a slaughtered hen. The masked made an attempt to support him.
disappeared behind her. Door closed and no sight of it was visible at all.
Sofia started to “help” the man with strong kicks. Finally Boris got on his knees. He was whole in blood from his head to his steps.
again. Use your mouth!!!
- Yes, My Commandante!
Boris started to collect the sharp stones. He was taking them one by one, or two by two, or how many he was managing to take and was spitting them in their initial area. Sharp stones were cutting his lips and his tongue and whole inner surface of his mouth cavity. He was crying quietly, not daring to express the pain and desperation loudly. Eventually, after about half an hour or more the stones were collected.
stones again. He was feeling like he was whole in fire.
met with hers. – From now on I strictly forbid you to serve personally any other woman without My clearly issued permission or order. Do you understand that?
of the ladies officerins orders you to do something personal to her, especially if it is of some intimae matter, you must absolutely refuse it! You must do the job which is given to your party, but nothing personal in individual way to any other woman but Me. You shall not give the explanation even if you are asked to! And if as a result the relevant woman decides to punish you, the punishment must be taken without even a sound! If I learn that you have spoken with someone about our things once more again, you will be sorry that your mother has born you!!! Lick My hot temple now! Ah! – Sofia pulled up her uniform skirt and discovered her most sacred treasure in front of Boris’s eyes…
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.
The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Five
Baroness entered her house without turning back. 11460, not listening a command to enter tried to stop just in front of the door. Feeling tension in the chain baroness looked back and it was visible that she is bored.
He rushed to follow and execute the orders. In less than five seconds he was
knelt in front of his new Mistress. His hands were bent like dog’s pads. His mouth was opened and the tongue shown forward. “Knelt dog!”
you, but what to do, she is a reasonable responsible woman… hm, hmmm… you are smelling awfully… like an animal… like a male animal… like a stud, a stud in the mating season… mmm? Yeeeesss! – She slapped his face gently and smiled like a horse merchantess satisfied by her new stock. – Good body shape, a little exhausted, but that is normal here, your teeth? Good! Need a little cleaning… your pack! Hooouuuhhh! Boy! Ooo! But may be you are not so rare exemplar in her custody if she wants to spend you so quickly… Why she is so bored with you, I wonder. By the way for how long you are here, dear?
personal slave? Yes?
with you? How do you think?
- Excuse me, Mistress! I am a man, found as an public enemy and sentenced to imprisonment… I have no right to think… I can only obey Ladies’ orders and to try to correct myself… I am sorry. I don’t know the answer of your question, Mistress!
- Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! – she started – jolly to laugh over him. – OK, dear! Go and wash yourself. Be very carefull… I want you clean like a baby! Wash your teeth and mouth too! Shave your entire body! You know how it all must be done don’t you?
and slapped his buttocks with her gloved hand, playfully bite her tongue. With the end of her eye she noticed man’s pride to grow up quickly. The prisoner tried to hide it.
understand Me?
After few seconds Boris was already washing himself in the baroness’s bath.
In his former free life he was attending a few courses required as per new Laws. He was very clever pupil. All women were very much pleasured looking at his manners. Municipality Marriage Commission, which was to say if he may be given to get married or not, had put him highest mark during his premarital examination session. All were talking that he will be a wonderful husband of every Woman. Even the lofty Ilone whose candidate he was remained impressed… She came close to him and wrapped him with her strong perfumes. She gave him a wonderful juicy kiss… Eehhh… memories… Now he was trying to do his very best and to use all his knowledge and skills to prepare himself for that wonderful unknown Lady new in the camp, who was obviously so good friend of Madam Commandante, so important for her and probably with high influence. That Lady was so kind with him. He was touched, attracted and so happy in her presence. Despite she was wearing same terrific uniform and weapon as the other women here; her attitude to him was incomparable. He was feeling full with desire to serve her, to feel her, to see her pleasure and… His heart was full with joy and he was washing himself like in trance… Nice pink fog was in his eyes. Despite he was entrapped probably forever in that place full with suffering and death and could very easy pass trough the crematorium’s chimney, some hope to return in freedom and to live happily with such nice woman lived deep in his tortured soul. Now…
… He heard discrete coughing just behind his shoulder and turned himself all taken aback. There was she. She was naked, wearing her wrapper open in front. Part of medium size well shaped breasts was visible. Well dressed Venus triangle was staying below her tick abdomen. Her blond hair was set to fall free. Her blue eyes were sparking. Slight nice fresh perfume smell came with her. He was charmed. Shame flooded his soul. He glanced down and saw the most wonderful legs he had ever seen. Small sweet, almost childishly looking steps were finishing them, shed in jolly colored bath slippers. He was hesitating what to do. She was bringing a salver with fruits and small buns. She let her wrapper down and the whole magnificence of her wonderful young body was revealed to him. He felt like in presence of a Goddess… O, how did he desire her! He knelt in the bath – tub put his hands together for a pray and started to cry in awe to her… The moment was sacred for him… He closed his eyes, but his tears continued to drop…
…She sat elegantly on the end of the bath – tub and looked at him. “Such à childish man!” She smiled. “He is so sensitive and naïve… Probably his wife had humiliated and suppressed him, there fore he is found to be so weak in the bed… Let’s see what you can give Me, My little one… I will be your wonderful girl… ha ha… at least until I get bored of you… I need you… I need pleasures and you will give them to Me…” She got closer to him, threw back her hair and passionately kissed him. He opened eyes with surprise… He answered her kiss… Suddenly he felt hot…
… - Hey, wake up; My wonderful cavalier… wake up… it is time to go…
He woke up. Her wonderful voice was inviting him so strongly. He saw her. She was again in her full uniform.
Commandature’s main conferment hall. You will come with Me! By the way, dear, you are wonderful! Do you want some coffee? – Suddenly he realized that feels an uncomparable relieve… Her wonderful behind was swaying appetizingly in the tight uniform trousers while she was moving to the citchen. He suddenly felt his pack groing. “Oh! God! Is it that … real …?” …
The orchestra consisting of naked men only was sounding the platz with solemn cheerful marches. Girls were getting out from the buss one by one. All Ladies Officers from the camp’s Commandante’s staff presented them selves and saluted the girls. Each Officerin took and shacked the hand of each girl with wide affable smile, embracing her and kissing her cheeks. The girls were very impressed when her deputies presented Madam Commandante herself to them. Girls were looking at the pleasant tall woman in uniform with colonel’s insignia with respect and interest. They were a little ashamed by the warm meeting given to them by the Women here. The girls were still hesitating to behave free. The uniformed women were looking so respectable to them, whole in their belts, weapons, boots and shoulder straps and epaulettes. From the other side the girls were in the age when their bodies and souls were waking for the adult life and this was accompanied with first strong feelings, passions, disappointments, desires, appetites and wishes for more stronger senses, pleasures, feelings, impressions and discoveries. Many of them were seeing men for first time in their junior life and were very curious. They wished to touch them, to look at them from short distance. Girls had studied for men in school had listened for them from their moms, grandmas and some of their elder girlfriends, but never had seen one. Men from the orchestra were like strange interesting unknown animals. Girls started to throw glances at each other in jolly hesitation. To go and look to these unknown creatures or not, could they touch them or not? Questions, questions…
The women noticed these things. They were looking with curiosity at the girls’ reactions and emotions. Officerins and soldierins were smiling friendly at the girls’ naivety. They glanced at each other too. The one who was presented as Madam Commandante said with smile:
- Girls! I feel you are little ashamed and you are feeling yourselves uncomfortable and confused. Probably you are for first time in such environment, I believe… You have nothing to worry about… O! OK! Madam Captain! Please! – Commandante nodded to one young woman officer. She stepped in front of orchestra.
- Orchestra! Attention! – the male musicians stretched up their bodies, but
their music continued without any change in the rhythm. – Musiiiiiic! Cease!
Men stopped their performance. Their instruments remained in position ready to continue when the relevant command come. The girls were looking with wide open eyes full with interest. Some of them were holding each other by hands. All here was so intriguing. The women were glancing to the girls with satisfaction.
- You! You! You! Instruments at the feet! – three pointed men rapidly bent themselves, put their instruments on the ground close to their steps and stood in “attention” position again.
again. Men marched forward simultaneously. When they got to the ordered position they turned to the line of order. The girls were impressed and delighted.
Miss Captain turned slowly around three men and stopped in front of one.
her pocket a towel and covered the naked back of the man. After that she sat elegantly and with smile on his back and crossed her legs one above another. The girls exclaimed with surprise. Some of them put their hands on their breasts, others were breathing heavily. All of them were observing the spectacle with sparking eyes. The officerin pointed second man with her stick and after that pointed to the boot of her upper disposed leg. The man approached to her, knelt in front of her, took carefully her leg in his hands and started to lick the boot.
continued to look with bated breath. Officerin pointed to the last man and touched her own shoulders. – Massage!
The determined man went to her and stood behind. Very carefully massage began. Captain closed her eyes. Pleasure was clearly visible on her face. Girls applauded the spectacle some of them screamed loudly by rapture.
saluted and started to command men again. Miss Romomela addressed the girls:
- Dear girls! Please follow Me! We will go to the main conferment hall where I will explain you all about our camp, the army and so on. All what ever is interesting you… After that you will make a tour around the camp. One officer will lead you. After the tour we shall enjoy your concert, as per your schedule. Please! – Madam Sofia nodded and turned to the entrance. The girls followed her accompanied by the Women…
…While Madam Romomela was answering the questions of the girls and was explaining in all possible details all aspects of the life in the camp and in the whole army and in the society in general, our young unterlieutenant, head of today’s special escort squad, was bored. She was thinking how to escape and to find him. She was curious and was worry. “What had happened with him? Where did they take him this morning? Ohhh!” She noticed a late lady officer just entered the hall. She was famous as a biggest gossiper in the staff. She knew everything for everyone… They noticed each other and nodded to each other. The sit place next to her was free and her colleague sat there. The speech of Colonel Romomela was continuing, questions of the girls unstoppable. In one moment unterlieutenant heard in her eye the whispering and the hot breathing of her colleague.
herself. “Who knows who else knows… Ahhh! And why she is entering in the others’ people’s business!!!” – What man? What do you want?
- Oh, dear! Excuse Me, but all our girls know about your affair with the Commandante’s personal servant… Don’t play stupid… So, today Sofia gave him to baroness Adele von Waldkirschberg’s and ordered him to serve the baroness in all aspects.
effect of her own words… It was so funny to observe the love suffering and sadness of the young officerin. The woman decided to put more oil in the fire.
the poison drop by drop. The young officerin looked at her with despair…
escape.
She thought to her self. Fire of jealousy and sadness came over her. She bent herself forward, hide face with hands and started to cry soundlessly. Her colleague was looking thirsty at that view she was feeling such pleasure… Now it was time to show herself as a good understanding friend feeling sadness for the broken feelings of her colleague. She was feeling wonderful hot sense down between her thighs. Warm and… One more phrase… Just one more…
nodded and both escaped discretely. From her position Madam Romomela saw everything, and understood everything. She was laughing in herself. She was amusing herself with that young officerin who was so innocent and so naïve, still… A young woman fell in love with inferior man… Sofia Romomela didn’t make any sign that something is going on, her discussion with girls continued uninterrupted.
Meanwhile outside of the Commandature, both officerins were sitting on fresh air. Younger one was still crying. The other one was looking at her with hidden amusement and was showing attempt to soothe her.
Very important person, despite her low official rank in the Army! And today your stud was given to her…
go now to coffee machine. Do you want a cup? – the girl nodded negatively and her colleague left her. At that moment the girls started to come out from Commandature and her deputy told her that Madam Colonel ordered the squad to escort the visitors and to show them the camp’s areas and the presenting prisoners which were not on outer working grounds, but were appointed for internal works.
Unterlieutenant took the task with very bored mood, but nothing could be done, so she forced herself to smile and called the group after herself. She and her assistants – petty officers and sergeantesses leaded the girls trough the barracks of the soldierins, personal houses of the officerins, cell barracks of the prisoners, execution platz where the last hung prisoners were still on the rope of the gallows and few prisoners were sweeping around. When they were walking near one of the guest houses unterlieutenant saw… Boris! He was hanging out the washing of some officer. She saw him to keep in his hands, to kiss and after that to put on the rope very luxurious panties, bra, corset, socks and so on. Her heart was beating wild. Blood started to hit in her temple. “How it is possible?” He was looking very nice. Clean, obviously he had got a shower, hair dressed, made up… There was a e elegant collar with tie on his neck.
blond woman with long freely falling hair in wrapper to appear on the terrace. She smiled to the man and both fell in long juicy kiss. He even dared to embrace her. Unterlieutenant’s breath stopped. She wanted to cry, to shout, to scream out of herself, but she hasn’t power to do anything. Deep despair, jealousy and pain burned her soul. So, that was those men, whom she was feeling pity about! Arhhhhh! So, for them she thought that they are unjustly and unfairly suppressed and discriminated! So, for them she thought that they have naturally even rights with the women. She tried to swallow. Impossible. Her throat was dry. The day became dark. The feeling of total impossibility of the situation hit her and made her to shudder. So, she should never have him. He was betraing her! He was refusing her love and kissing with passion another! Oh!
coming from far, far, and far away. She took control over herself. She looked around. The girls and her assistants were looking at her. “I am, probably, looking as a fool!” She had stayed and looked like aghast for a few seconds or may be one or two minutes and the other were staying and waiting, still calm, but wondering what was going on. The couple on the terrace was still jolly giggling and obviously was in incredible pleasure.
object to be seen. She forced herself to suppress the thought for his betrayal, the bitter disappointment and the desire for revenge. She should lead the group of the visitors and she did. But how she hated him and all men in that moment! Oh! She managed to stay calm. She was officerin – she had to be strong!
The tour continued. The group pass camp’s garden where fresh products were produced for ladies officerins’ and soldierins’ table. They saw camp’s park– a wonderful place for female staff’s rest, very carefully maintained by the men. At the end, before to return to the Commandature, they visited the pony – boys’ stable. It was visible that the girls, still innocent in their age, had never before seen such facility. They were staying in deep silence and their eyes were looking with curiosity at all around. In the box they saw naked men. Some were staying, others knelt, third part lying over the thick layer of straw. All men were with cuffed hands and were wearing collars connected with chain to the wall. Some were wearing masks. Sergeantess in charge reported to Miss Unterlieutenant and was ordered to demonstrate one stallion. All was preliminary prepared and a woman groom took out a very nice remarkable exemplar in front of the girls. It was tall blond man with blue sad eyes and with very athletic looks. His hair was cut very short. His hands were fixed to the collar in the position allowing him to support the legs of the rider. A very comfortably looking saddle was mounted on his shoulders and was fixed with very strong leather ammunition to his body. A head device very similar to horse ammunition was put on his head. His eyes were partially covered as on real horse. Reins were attached to the end of his mask and obviously a cannon – bit was inserted in his mouth. Long rope was attached to his mask too.
started to run forward without any other command. His perimeter was restricted by the rope length and he started to run in circle just like a real horse during the
breaking in. Girls were in rapture. Unterlieutenant wasn’t even lashing him. It was enough the stallion to hear the swishing of the whip behind.
- May I? – a girl asked impatiently. Officerin looked at her, smiled and gave her the whip and the rope. The girl continued in the same manner, but was using the whip more and more frequently. After few circles she obviously got bored and started regularly to lash the man again and again. Under the impacts he was increasing the speed more and more. The women presenting were not interfering the girls actions and soon men was running with all his forces in a wild sprint. Suddenly due to his fast running, he hit badly his leg and stumbled. He fell on the asphalt under the stormy laughing of all women and girls. The girl who was pushing his running was looking proudly around herself. The unterlieutenant went to the man and started to push him to stand with severe kicks. The stallion got upright but was feverishly trembling. Still laugh, officerin slapped his face.
- Idiot! With your falling you broke our pleasure to enjoy your grace during run and damaged state’s property – a good pony boy – yourself! Two days without food! Miss groom! Take him to his cell, please! We need another one. The girls probably would like to ride over a little. Girls?
- Yes! Yes! Yes! – the girls started to shout in exaltation one over the other. In few minutes three “horses” were taken out. One was pleasant dark hared man, Iberian type with very nice body. Another was short cut hair black African man with typical buxom lips. Third one was relatively smaller Mongol race man. All of them were equipped and fixed like the first one. Madam officer swished with her whip and pointed with her finger down. The three men knelt immediately.
- Now, girls, first you take the reins and keep them tidily and firmly in order not to allow your horse suddenly to jump up and to push or throw you on the ground. Our horses are calm, generally, but nobody knows… You can’t never thrust this animals. Have it in mind for any case! If the horse rushed up or forward you must pull back and down, which should cause him severe pain in her mouth and teeth. Please, don’t try it without necessity because each horse here is very expensive and requires much cares to be in good health and shape for our and our guests pleasure. Good health of the bone system is essential! There fore their teeth must be strong and health. If even one tooth gets illness, the horse losses his value and must be transferred to the other category or even to other type of prisoner here. If the damage is very serious the horse could be put to sleep, His body should be send to pet food factory, but anyway, the lose for us is big. All right, next step is sitting in the saddle. You must stand on one side of your horse and to transfer your leg over the saddle. Relax your body to feel comfortably inn the saddle. Put your leg one by one in the stirrups. Whole this time you must hold the reins short and strong. Don’t allow the man even to tremble. After you are already in the saddle, slightly strike his hand with your ridding stick. He is intelligent enough to realize that you want him to hold your legs securely. Now you are ready. – All her words the officerin accompanied with actions and now she was sitting on the shoulders of the young African. – Now strike slightly his back! – Horse stood up lifting up his rideress too. – That’s all. Now you slack a little the rein, but don’t give him much freedom. Conduct his direction with puling the relevant rein.
She pushed his chest with her steps and the horse moved forward. She made one circle around the group of the girls and pulled the reins back. Horse stopped. She taped with her stick his head and the horse knelt again. The girls were impressed. Officerin got down from him. As horse was knelt she taped with the stick on her boot. Horse bent himself down risking losing his balance and started to lick her boots. Some of the girls screamed and jumped in ecstasy.
- You must always care about your ridding boots! You are Ladies at very least!!! You must keep caring for yourself and your highness! Now! Do you want to ride? …
…It was just a little before six o’clock PM when they returned to the Commandature. The girls went to the service rooms to prepare themselves for the performance. Unterlieutenant went to toilet room to refresh herself. She looked at the mirror, flushed her face with pleasant fresh water, corrected her make up, put a little lipstick just to refresh the color and corrected her hair - style. She looked at herself in the mirror. “What is not OK with Me? Why he prefers her instead of Me? I was trying to be so kind with him… I was always trying to protect him, to give him at least some pleasure… Oh! Why he always was avoiding Me? Oh! Ooooo! Who can understand these animals! I thought he was different. But not! He had to chit Me! Oh! Why? What is wrong with Me?”
She continued to look at herself in the mirror. Perfect shape young body with gradual curves, nice round hips, beautiful face as a peach, two nicely shaped hills were clearly visible. Narrow rather plump lips, which were asking for passionate kisses were attracting the look immediately. Ideal hairstyle along with nice small ears decorated with simple earrings with pearls. From mirror two big brown eyes, widely open, full with sense and love were looking at her. “What he doesn’t like in Me? May be the problem is My low rank? He is Sofia’s one! Now that baroness! Hohh! Is that the thing?” The disappointment and jealousy started to ruin her passion to him. “Oh! C’mon! Don’t be so stupid! You are a Woman! He is only a man! You can have anyone of these scums!” She slapped her face in order to make it freshly pink and escaped the toilet.
The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Six
Unterlieutenant returned in the main conference hall. The hall was almost completely full and her deputy, one elder woman invited her to the sit places of the duty escort squad free members. She reported that all soldierins of the squad are on their positions and are ready in all respect to protect the spectators and the young visitor actresses. In the hall were presenting many women of the military and civil staff of the camp. Along with the commanding body, officerins of different rank, sergeantesses and soldierins, women from the financial office, catering department, supporting farming and industry part were presenting. All were in high emotion and joy due to the Republic’s fest – 8 March. Many of the women had brought here men as demonstration of status. It was sign of good social status to possess a man. Many women possessed numerous of men, but to appear in the society with more than one was considered as sign of bad manners. The men were put down on their four and were serving now as good resting place for their Mistresses’ legs. That was very fashionable!
She looked around for the last time before the concert to start, which had to occur in few seconds. And she spotted them. The baroness was late and was hurry to take her place. She was in her full parade uniform. A row of medals was visible on her breasts side. He was following her with cuffed hands and leaded on a silver chain. Madam Commandante saw her too and stood up to meet baroness.
Both Women embraced and kissed each other. Madam Sofia invited baroness to take free place next to her. Baroness smiled and nodded thankfully. She turned to the man. She pointed him to kneel in front of her sit place, kissed him deeply and slapped his buttock.
Unterlieuthenant was in shock! She was full with controversial passions. The caresses desired by her were given to another woman. The man wished by her was giving his kisses to another. Unterlieutenant stood up machinelike when the girls started to sing the Anthem of Dorme with accompaniment of prisoners’ orchestra and sat after its end. The whole remaining spectacle was like in dark mist for her. The strong passion of desire, love, tenderness, which she was feeling to that inferior, was mixed in an explosive mixture with the anger, jealousy and desire to revenge for his refusal and repulsing of her love. Terrible volcano of her senses was raging under her calm outlook, which she had to keep during her service time. Oh, how she desired him and simultaneously wanted to see him destroyed and punished for his attitude to her! She was blaming him for all! He was an attractive man. Despite his exhaustion due to severe regime in the camp he was looking good. She was ready to forget that he was personal toy of Sofia and was ready to wait for her own time with him, after he had finished his duties in the Commandante’s bed room, but to share him with some other, further more, external woman… No! It was already too much. Hard pain squeezed her throat and she was ready to start crying…
… He was riding her like a wild lion. She was hanging around him like a willow. The sweetest possible fire was burning between these two bodies so much desiring each other. His power was increasing the power of that fire. She was tender and full with passion. The eternity was whole in them both. For first in his life he was feeling such senses and pleasures. Despite she was executing uncompromisingly her duties in the camp as officerin and superior Lady in the daytime and despite he was in deepest fear when seeing her in the terrifying uniform of SPF in the night he was completely conquered by her charm and attraction. From the day he was appointed as her servant he couldn’t think for his life without her. For first in his life he was feeling such power in himself. His firing rod was blessing her temple with endless boon. Before he was thinking for himself that he is infirm and unattractive for the women. That opinion got deeper after his arranged marriage and after his numerous failures to give his wife family life of full value. Due to that persistent thought his self-confidence ruined and all, including his Mother, were considering him like a useless wretch. That he was thinking for himself too. Here in the camp he for first met the Love in her face. He was seeing in her his beloved woman, his protectress and his ideal for woman. He was ready to all for her and hoped that she is satisfied by their Love too. He was realizing his low inferior position in that world ruled by Women and hoped that deserves Her Good Will. He was trying all the time to see the signs of satisfaction on her face and in her body’s reaction on his caresses. He was on seventh sky when he was finding them and his passion multiplied by it. She was on visit in the camp for two weeks already and he was her slave during whole this time. That was happiest period in his miserable life. A period of relative personal safety, good food, not very harsh work, pleasant duties and indescribable pleasures!
Tonight he was whole in his power and desire to satisfy her. She was particularly kind, tender and gentle with him. In the air-conditioned bed room of baroness atmosphere was so intimae and full of Love. He was moving in her temple passionately, but also was so careful not to be so rough in his power. His Lady was strong too and their joint passion was so enormous. Stormy fight of two loving bodies continued all night. He was not able to stop himself and was attacking her fortress again and again… Ocean of pleasure was flooding whole her being and she was sinking into the deep of the infinity. The waves of the strong senses and feelings were coming over her again and again and the strongest Tsunamis ever imagined took her away and away. After short breaking for a cigarette and refreshment in the bath endless game of passion continued. Now she sat over his face with back to his male pride and took firmly his hands with her ones. She started to move slowly her hips and pelvis giving the man chance for breathing and tongue working. His helplessness was exciting both of them. He was working with his tongue, touching the most secret places of the temple of Goddess. Semi suffocation caused by her body’s weight was keeping him in sweet daze. His passion was free from control and he was tasting her with endless pleasure. Once, bending passionately her wonderful body back she felt something hard and huge to support her back. Turning a little she saw his mast to stick up proudly in whole its magnificence. A hot flood rain came down over her and she flew to the heaven…
… Some one was pushing gently him. In his semi consciousness he didn’t want to wake up. It was all so good and pleasant. He felt a wonderful charming perfume aroma and deep kiss with sweet breathing on his lips. He woke up immediately. She saw her in her full uniform. Her suitcases were collected. She was ready to go. Two armed women were standing at the door. He jumped, whole in surprise. As usual in official cases and in other women presence he stood in attention position. His lips bent he wanted to ask.
good service! It was unforgettable time for Me. I will always remember you! – She took his chin with her black leather gloved hand and gave him a passionate kiss. She looked at his face. His eyes were full of tears. She smiled and slapped gently his cheek.
One of the soldierins waved her hand and two men entered to took baroness’s luggage. She was almost at the door.
turned. No man was allowed to speak in women’s presence unless he was specially ordered to or asked something. In the last second she spotted how he threw himself to her and embraced her boots.
me with You, where ever you go! Oh! Please, Mistress!
She smiled, caressed his shaved head and carefully freed her legs from him. His tears had dropped on the shining black leather surface of the boots. Ohh, it was so boring.
were polished again. She slightly pushed the man with her leg away like a dog.
lavishly. It was obvious that he suffers.
tried to take and handcuffed him. He hit them and run after baroness. He escaped and saw the back door’s closing by the woman driver. He rushed to the car whole in despair. The driver looked at him with surprise and tried to take out her pistol from the internal holster of her suit.
behind extinguished the daylight for him…
- Take him to his group! – a sergeantess, just rushed to see what’s going on, ordered to the soldierins. They pointed at him and the men who just had loaded baroness’s luggage in the car took his senseless body and dragged it away. The car moved slowly…
“… The object registered during his initial detention as number 3-4-2-12-325-7d-102cf1hi and reregistered as 11460 in the camp of… didn’t indicate any sign of progress in all points of remarks made during all inspections carried up on him up to now …
… Object was found as proceeding egoistically without any respect to superiors’ requirements, needs, law prescriptions, regulations and camp’s rules and decrees …
… In gentle part of checks, the object showed himself as unrestrained, arrogant and rough. The inspector didn’t manage to detect any compassion of the object with the control unit …
… Despite all former procedures carried out up on him, the object continues to put his own emotional experiences, called by him and by other objects like him “feelings”, on first place in his behavior …
… Inspector had conducted prolonged personal session program in order to verify object’s present status. The general assessment of the object is – unsatisfactory …
… Inspector recommends implementation of camp sub procedure fl5 without any restriction and with increasing of the intensity of previously appointed procedures …
… Camp’s staff representatives along with guards and other forces engaged with reeducation of the males in camp … are free to decide how to proceed with the above mentioned object …
… Completion of procedure 20 is possible in the future, but it is not recommended in present situation. Camp’s staff employees are, however, free to take decision of its implementation without restriction …
… … …
Gender Police Inspector First Degree - Antonia Romomela “
“I am so sorry, dear,” Antonia was thinking to herself, “but that’s your fate. You are really perfect man, but there are so many like you. One more, one less, …, ohh, I still feel pain in My temple… You are really wonderful… Today I will start the session with a twenty two years old boy… Oh, dear! I will really remember you… well … at least sometimes … Good bye!“ Baroness sealed the envelop with her secret report and gave it to the special department desk clerk in the Gender Police Office in city of… …
… Sofia was naked in the bath – tub. Boris was standing in attention position in front of her. He was still sad. Yesterday at that time he was in the bed with the most beautiful woman in the world and she was so kind with him and in the morning he was thrown out from the Paradise and the baroness went away cold and foreign like The Icy Queen, and now he is in front of the most terrific inquisitor Lady he could imagine ever.
C’mon! Show Me! – Sofia put her remarkable legs out of water and spread them widely. He entered the tube and knelt between her thighs. He spot her barbed wire ended whip, handcuffs, and mouth gag and electro torture device on nearest toilet table along with perfumes; balsams shower gels, shampoos and creams. He boggled at all this and stopped in hesitation.
- So? – She provocatively roughly touched his pack. He was whole in fear, confusion and horror. No reaction occurred. The ironic look of Madam Romomela became evil. She clenched her teeth and said between them:
groins with anger. He fell on his four immediately.
we do? Shall you love Me, or…?
She pulled him over herself. She took a towel and dried his mouth. After that she started to kiss him deeply and ravenously. Her lips were soft, warm, wet and juicy. Whole her body was emanating passion and wild hunger and desire. He was surprised. He had never expected that this cruel and strict which could be so fervent. His fear retreat in front of his instinct and in few seconds his rod was already huge and flaming. She felt this with her skin, took his buttocks and pulled him towards herself. Feeling his power in her, she moaned deeply and released her head back. He was surprised by her good will and attitude to him and continued to enjoy the unexpected pleasure. Despite she was known as merciless killer and strict Officerin now she appeared to be tender and hot lover too. He continued his movements and his passion got stronger and stronger. She was embracing, touching, caressing him with wild desire, her hot deep kisses were touching his deepest strings and he was on the crest of the wave. He felt that the pick was getting closer and closer. His volcano was going to erupt in very short time. He tried to find the signs of her pleasure and to feel if she is close too, but he felt nothing. Sofia was moaning quietly, breathing deeply and curving her strong body enjoying his wonderful caresses. He made himself to delay his end and continued to work following her. After some time he felt cold in his pack, felt that his rock is getting softer. He tried to imagine something pleasant in order to renew his erection, but to no avail. He saw Sofia’s eyes fixed indifferently in him.
to kneel at the door. He tried to approach her and to start new game, but she repelled him.
place and got in obedient pose. She pulled tub’s nylon screen and in few second he heard quiet tenderly buzzing of the vibrator. He was listening her moaning and sighs. With time they were getting lauder and stronger. After long play Sofia suddenly started to breath noisily and eventually her high scream torn the silence of the bathroom. He heard deep sigh of relief. He was ruined. He heard the noise of shower’s jets and Sofia’s deep nice voice. She was singing. He felt himself redundant and ruined. He wished to run, run, run away, but he couldn’t move without her permission or order. In some time shower stopped and he heard the vibrator again. He started to realize that this was his catastrophe. He did not satisfy his Mistress and it was only his mistake. Now he is nothing. He was of no use for nothing. Even baroness abandoned him. Reminding baroness he got very, very sad.
memories he delayed his reaction.
and rushed to gave her wrapper. Madam escaped tub and covered herself. He knelt beside her in a respect pose.
with such strength that allowed him to hear her words. Deep cold fear overcame his soul. His heart went in his soles. Madam went to her office.
sergeantess was together with Madame in her office He knelt in front of the women.
procedure!
put handcuffs on his hands and pushed him towards the door. Already on their way outside he dared to ask.
After some time he tried again.
the ground. She started to kick him while he managed to stand and move again.
- Gise procedure, idiot, is death penalty! Death by shooting! You are doomed! Move now! And no more speaking, if you don’t want to meet your end immediately! – She kicked him again in the back…
… It was evening time already. The door opened with creaking. The woman pushed him with the submachine gun’s muzzle. He stepped in and the door closed again. He looked around and saw that he was in wide enclosed and covered with thick barbed wire area. He had heard about that place before. It was “The pig pen”, where prisoners sentenced to dead were kept until time for execution come. Usually executions were taking place each two weeks, but some times the men were sitting in there undetermined time. No food, no water, no cover against the sun, night cold, rein, winds and snow. Sentenced were living there as real animals. They were looked by the remaining prisoners like an example for their possible fate and by the Women for their amusement. Women could spit, pee make terrific jokes over the unfortunate men. “The pen” was almost empty. Two more men were sitting in the dust as away from the fence as possible in order to avoid bad jokes and games of the Women. He approached them and saw their emotionless faces. The men were hand cuffed in same way like him. It was rule men sentenced to death not to be left with free hands in order not to make any troubles. Camp’s staff was considering the security as a matter of highest importance.
He sat near them, managed somehow to release himself and to reduce the pain in his wrists. He tried to sleep a little, but severe hunger and thirst was causing him so terrific suffering. Now he could think a little. Well. His life is about to finish. Probably soon. He was so afraid. He wanted to live so desperately. Why? He didn’t know… He just wanted to live. He remembered his family, his mother, and her desperate attempt to save him… He felt pain in his chest. What happened with her… As he heard he was determined to be send to the reeducation institution. Those were something like boarding – schools for the women violators of new laws, who did mistakes due to not understanding. There they were studying how to live in new order and how to proceed with their men – sons, husbands, and relatives. Most of the women sent to these schools turned to new conditions very easy and started to became in good citizens of the femdom state. In short time they appeared to be wonderful Mistresses and the way to good life was opened for him. Smaller part was incapable to change their mind and continued to prefer the elder, traditional way of life. These women were divided in a few categories as per the seriousness of their deviations from new order and distributed in correctional and detention centers. Some were being released because they were not thinking or acting in contravention of the state regime. They only were not agreeing to treat their and other men like inferior and animals. Such women and their families were put under strict day and night secret control and monitoring. Usually the other loyal female citizens of the Dorme carried out these measures. His mothers were taken in the school in same time when he was put under arrest. It was almost three months ago. What was going on with her? Was she fine, or…? Oh! Strong presentiment of something terrible caused a spasm in his stomach. Waves of heavy fear flew over him. How could he avoid his fate, how? Who could help him? He could ask Madam Colonel for forgiveness, but how to get to her feet? He could ask permission to connect with the baroness and to beg for her vindication. Could he? Now it was to late in the night, but tomorrow morning… Full with hope he tried to sleep… Suddenly a calm, charming face appeared in his mind. In first moment he tried to ignore that unknown face, but suddenly he remembered her. That was this charmful unterlieutenant who took himm from Madame Commandante’s staff and who was so nice with him at that first terrible night here, and who was trying to speak with him, to proceed gently and tenderly with him, but who was repulsed by him under the fear of Madam Sofia’s threats. In the beginning he had started to feel something like love at her, but in the whole horror of the camp’s life occupied to avoid troubles and threats, he, acting as wild trapped animal, refused to follow her signs of kindness and to become her, at least, hidden servant. At that time he was under the direct sharp view and control of Madam Commandante and was thinking that following strictly her orders he could avoid all terrible dangers of camp’s life. He hoped so that such way he could get released from here back to free life after the assessment commission takes such decision. It was possible only if with his behavior he attracted the attention of the Officerins of the camp and they decide to announce the commission accordingly. Now he was very sad that then he neglected unterlieutenant’s attention. Now he realized with full his mind that she was feeling special senses to him. He reminded himself how often she had tried to be close to him, to attract him, and eventually… well … to have love with him. She was so kind. A superior Officer Lady to want to be in close intimae relations with him, the inferior male prisoner! Oh, how he desired now to show his real feelings to that girl! But, was it possible? Would she like now even to glance at him? Oh! … He gradually fell in broken nervous sleep. Time to time he was delirious… His words sometimes were so laud. Suddenly a searchlight flushed his sharp light at him and a group of soldierins entered the pen. They trashed cruelly and mercilessly him at inch of his life and left him in puddle of his own blood. He remained motionless and unconscious. The other two men were not hearing even slightest breathing, but they didn’t dare even to approach him. Despite they were going to be shot in a few days they still were obedient of their own fear and to the will of their tormentresses. The sunrise found him lying lifelessly. The other men tried to wake him up and to put him in a line with them. If he was in such unconsciousness condition during the Morning Roll Call, he could be taken out and executed immediately. Eventually he came to himself. He felt impossible to suffer pain in his head. While the other men tried to stabilize him, he vomited lavishly…
The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Seven
… She awoke and started to prepare herself. About half an hour later she escaped from her room and moved to her company. Her gossip colleague nodded and smiled friendly to her.
you stop to have a finger in every pie? Why are you so interested in Me and My things? Don’t you have your things to worry about?
such selfish not to notice My friends’ problems! I wish only to be useful to you…
Haven’t you a little shame and tact?
how a woman in love is suffering, when it is impossible with her beloved one!
Unterlieutenant sighed sadly.
bad fortune of the man encountered with feeling of sadness, sorrow and pity of him. Despite her disappointment some good emotion for him was still living in her. She decided to go and see him.
area without Her permission!!! You can be degraded in rank or even send to jail!!!
a vacation on Mediterranean but the cards for the resorts are already distributed…
Come to take it after work.
one! I will speak and I will tell you! …
… She was staying at the door. It was in the late afternoon. Sun was too hot. Three men in the enclosed area were on their four as it was ordered. The soldierin on duty unlocked the door and she entered. She was confused. What was she doing here? Why did she come here? What for? He disappointed her. He should be for no interest for her. But some desire was still pushing her to him. She still desired to feel his lips, his power, and his passion. Suddenly he saw her and moved. He almost jumped. Actually he dragged his tired body and ruined in front of her. She felt the nasty stinking from his body covered with dried blood stains. She felt that she is going to vomit, but managed not to. It was awful. She started to think about his lack of fortune. He looked up to her.
was dropping from his broken down lip. He was crying pitifully.
suggestion shocked her. Trying to save his useless life he was not stopping himself at no limits! It was too much for her. Deep anger exploded in her soul. She started to breath heavily. A terrible shouting came from the deep of her being.
You, idiot! For how long I was pursuing you just for one your kiss! A!!!
were falling. He started screaming aufuly.
with you! Now you say, you love Me! No! No! No! – Shouting to him she continued to kick. One kick hit him in groins and he bent as a worm, another hit and broke his down jaw. Few small parts of bone and teeth flew out from his mouth mixed with saliva and blood. From now on he could only be moaning. Cruel pain was preventing him from speaking. His mouth remained grotesquely opened. Miss unterlieutenant was continuing her accusation and torture over him.
- You love Me! Is that’s why you went to the other woman, a? And started to make love with her? You love Me! But you went to live with another woman.
You gave her all what you refused Me!!! And you say now, you love Me! – He was trying to apologize himself somehow, but due to his broken jaw only funny sounds were coming from his mouth. Suddenly a strong hit with the sharp tip of her boot fell into his right eye and it cracked like an egg.
You lie Me now in same way as you were cheating Me before! I realy loved you, but now I hate you! Die! Die!… - she burst in cry. He was squirming on the dusty ground. Only laud moaning was listened from him.
Guards, leaded by a elder a little fat Officerin with Captain’s insignia
rushed in the “Pen”. They took her by her hands and forced her to go out.
ear. – Miss Colonel is waiting for you! In her office! Now!
was so upset due to the last emotional hour she had passed, that was not afraid to report to Madam Commandante at all…
… Having just finished her lunch Sofia was intended to have a short break before to resume her work in the sunny afternoon. She drank some mineral water. Suddenly she heard noise down on the yard. She looked through the window and saw that in the compartment designed for the prisoners sentenced to death a young Officerin was beating mercilessly one of the doomed. Sofia pick up the phone and called the internal duty room…
… Unterlieutenant entered the room. She saw Miss Colonel Sofia Romomela sitting behind her desk. Huge flag of Dorme was hung behind her back. The girl approached with line step, stopped in attention position at about one meter from the desk, picked up her right hand to her peaked cap in salute and reported:
elder woman heaved up her look from the document she was reading and looked at the girl with warm, friendly eyes.
was nervous.
smile. – What was whole that noise about? C’mon!
deeply Sofia. “Innocent naïve girl! To fall in love! Oh! I was at her years when that nincompoop repulsed Me! Oh! Hîw angry, disappointed, sad and wishing to revenge was I then. I wanted him for Myself only, I had illusions that I could subjugate him, but that reach selfish bastard refused My love. I was then young aggressive girl – ambitious and knowing My own cost, so I was determined to have him and his wealth up to the last cent. I wanted to get as higher as possible in society, but the fate made a bad joke with Me. In its time I was even thinking that I love him. Oh! At that time it was not possible for Me to put him in hell for neglecting Me. If it would happen now… Oh! With advance of the new order in Europe, unfortunately, he managed to escape and as far as I had heard he is now somewhere in South America. And now you, my little one, you are paying with your bitter tears for betraying Me and My power. You tried to have that stallion without My permission, but in vain! Oh, dear, I really hope that you have already learned not to challenge your superior Oficerins. Now I will look after his execution! It will be a pleasure. A man, who thinks that his rod is giving him power over us, the women! Oh, My girl! It is time to be compassionate with you”.
group. He was remarkable between his comrades despite his exhaustion and weakness. I desired to be with him, I wished it at once when I saw him for first. He fainted after rebranding and I saw Your brand on his senseless body. I realized that he belongs to You, but I couldn’t overcome Myself. I decided him to be mine after finishing his duties with You. And I started to seek contact with him, but he was always avoiding Me… Ah ahh ahh… Always! Girl burst in lavish tears again. Sofia stood and went to her. She was about twenty years elder. She felt almost Mother’s feeling to that inconsolable cheated crying girl. She took her hand and caressed her.
washing her underwear and kissing it too, My colleagues were laughing over Me, telling Me that they had seen and heard them to make love… - She started to cry stronger. Sofia caressed her head. She was starting to lose her patience. That scene was becoming really boring her. “That stupid girl! What should she think if she knew that actually the baroness is My first cousin. Oh!”
dreaming about his lips! Oh! And today he told Me that he loves Me! – She sobbed – He was doomed to die and asked Me to help him. I, the naïve one, was compassionate with him and was thinking how to came to You and how to beg for his life, when he throw his “I love you!” in My face! Such rough, arrogant, impudent counterfeit liar! – Sparks appeared in Sofia’s eyes for just a part of second. “Naïve, stupid girl! To ask Me for the inferior’s life! Hahh! It is good that you have broken his jaw before he to manage to explain you. The cruelness in which we are bringing you up gives good results!” Sofia looked the girl with look full of care.
stopped to cry and now was only drying with a handkerchief her tears remaining on the cheek. “That is much better!” Sofia said to herself.
without cheating us. A man never can be loyal to one woman only… What to do! It is good that now We, the Women have total control over them and the life in the society at all! Only our hard hand can hold their low instincts in suppression and to conduct them in the useful direction for the society. That man, whom you have trusted and who cheated you, he is really useless. How and why had you fallen in love with him I wonder, but never mind! If you want him to be punished, he will be! I am already tired and bored by him. He disappointed Me. Among us, he is so weak and incapable. I am not satisfied by him! So is doomed anyway! If I am to follow My own wishes, I would send him to the shooting ground to face shooting squad immediately. Tell Me, child, do you feel yourself really so insulted by him?
Thrust in the good in a man!
forgive him? We are human beings; We must forgive each other’s mistakes. So?
prisoner. Like a girl, what do you feel… Could you?
- Oh! I liked him and he insulted Me harshly… He must apologize to Me seriously to make Me to feel pity on him and to forgive him…
“Small stupid naïve child!” Sofia laughed in herself! All that sense comedy was amusing her and was giving joy to her cruel heart.
will tell him about you and your feelings. I will order our doctors to take care of him. But he will not be taken out from the dead men compartment. If he decided to apologize to you he would have to call duty soldierin and to show two fingers up like “Victory”. We know he can’t talk. That option will be valid until the last minute, until the platoon’s commandress issues the last command. Agree? But, please, don’t go to the area any more. You will suffer and he could think that you press him. Remember, child! Men are stubborn and proud beings. Despite all our efforts, it is still difficult for us to break exactly these two their disadvantages. OK? Agree?
promise! – The girl looked at Sofia with widely opened eyes full of tears and hope. At that minute she was feeling her like Mother.
“Soon, very soon, I will not be able to recognize in you the hesitating, hurt girl… Very soon you… “ …
… Sofia and the young officerin went out from Commandature. Unterlieutenant saluted her commandress and Colonel replied in same way. They separated each other and Colonel Romomela went to “The pen” as she had promised. Unterlieutenant was now free and sat on a bench under the nearest threes. It was calm nice shadow there. She saw the stir around Sofia, the saluting, rushing of the guards to serve the Commandante. She saw that Sofia entered the enclosed area and approached the group of the men. They knelt in obedient poses immediately when Madam entered. She saw that the woman knelt in front of one of them and started to talk. She was seeing movement and nodding of both. From that distance she couldn’t hear anything. But they both were talking, at least Madam Romomela was. Madam stood up and went out from the area. In about a minute she passed near the bench of unterlieutenant. The young woman stood up and saluted. Madam Colonel saluted back, smiled friendly, nodded affirmatively and pronounced:
- He is advised. Now we have to wait. – And she passed on her way further. The girl’s heart climbed up in her throat. Hope, mixed with slight panic and anxiety overcame her soul. Will he make the sign or not, shall he apologize to her for all he had caused? Yes, for sure… She loves him and he says that loves her. So, he will… Oh! But when, when!!? The hope rised from the dead like a Phoenix from the ash… It was so painful to her to wait, but she was ready. Oh, but why he has to wait? Why he didn’t react immediately and use his chance to go out from the dead men area? Why? Is he stubborn, stupid or what? “Now we have to wait”, Madam had said. Have to wait for what? Why? What has he to think about? Oh! These men! Who can understand them with their stupid pride? Come on, dear show two fingers! Come on! After that I will take care about you.
Seven days to the last point. Oh! Don’t wait! Unterlieutenant went to her rooms with heavy heart…
… Colonel Sofia Romomela entered the enclosed area. With great pleasure she noticed that the dead men knelt in obedient pose immediately. She smiled ironically. “Good! At the end of their useless existence they finally learned something! Ha ha ha! We, the women always had been good teachers!”
She looked over the men knelt in front of her. “Such dirty, miserable garbage! Today few more will join them after a week they will be about fifty, or even a hundred! Here, the space will be like in sheep pen! Stinking and noisy! After that…” She started to talk.
- Prisoners! Listen carefully! As Lady Commandante here, I have right to have mercy on the sentenced ones! So, due to My typical female weakness, I want to give you a chance! To all of you! The life of one of you will be spared! Do you understand My words? – All men nodded affirmatively.
let you choice how to do it! You are free to kiss the ground, to eat dust, to drink pie, to kneel, to bent yourself, to bow, to shout words of glory to the sky, to do whatever you think that is good. Any signs with fingers are strictly prohibited. All other things are allowed. It is up to you. Your efforts will be observed and assessed by Me and the guards soldierins! We will put marks. At the end the one with highest sume of marks will be the chosen! Do you understand Me?
see My kindness, therefore I will ask you – do you agree? Are you content with My decision?
moaning of Boris and saw his bowing, the only possible for him ways to express his gratefulness.
disgust. “Such nasty boring comedy!” She called the Officerin responsible for the guardesses on duty around “The Pig pen”.
prohibited range area except the guard soldierins on duty! Any contacts with the men inside are strictly prohibited. Violators will go under tribunal. Food and water to be given in the determined way! I expect the doomed will start some stupid things, because of despair, but you don’t worry. Follow standard procedures!
Miss Romomela saw unterlieutenant and approached the bench. The young woman stood up and saluted her. Sofia replied back and said:
expressions of the emotions on the girl’s face. It was obvious that the girl is excited. “Poor, naïve girl! Oh! You really love that inferior… Very soon… very, very soon…”
… In next few days Unterlieutenant was witnessing very strange show. The men in the “Pen” were performing all thinkable and unthinkable dances, acts and vocal performances trying to attract the women passing by and to deserve some attention. “What are they doing? What for? Why?” She was wondering. She was watching from a distance how the doomed men were proceeding like animals. The women passing near by were spitting and peeing over them, shooting them with air rifles with light rubber bullets, humiliating them in all ways which were coming in their brains. Boris was in worst possible position. He was not able to sing and to recite due to his broken jaw. He was feeling severe pain on each his movement. By secret order of Sofia Romomela, camp’s Chief Medical Officer, a woman in her fifties, had processed his jaw wounds in way preventing the correct knitting together and causing him pain difficult to sustain. “One sign, just one “V” with your fingers…” she was thinking, “Nothing else is necessary!”. New doomed med were coming into the “Pen” every day and the troupe was constantly increasing in size. The girl wished so much to go there and to speak with him, to press him, to argue with him, and eventually to make him to beg for forgiveness, but she remembered the advices of Sofia and the promise which was given to her. Expectation was making her suffering, the hope that tomorrow he will stop to play stupid and will show the sign and all will finish was making that suffering more and more deep and painful. “Today nothing, as well!” she was telling to her self at the end of each day. “Did he show it tonight?” she was asking herself at every morning. Nothing was happening, only her sadness and inconvenience were gradually increasing. She became nervous and irritable. She got in scandal with few her colleagues just for nothing. Sofia was observing all this from beside with hidden satisfaction. „A little bit more, My dear, just a little bit more…”
sadness. The girl didn’t know how to accept the question – like friend’s interest or like ironical nagging and reacted aggressively.
- she shouted out of herself by anger. She blushed whole in red and started to breath heavily. The other woman responded roughly.
- Ha! Little bitch! Do you know that everyone here is laughing over you! You are s funny with your Love with this animal! Look at her! Lover! Hah! Did you find your happiness with him, dear? A? Ha ha! How many times have I helped you to satisfy your caprices? And now you are shouting at Me! I had five men since your idiot has come! I am happy, I had stormy love with everyone, My rooms are clear and arranged, they worked for Me with devotion, now I have full comfort, I am fully served! What do you have? Nothing! Nothing!!! Tomorrow he will die! And you! You will remain alone and unhappy again! Miserable wretch! Look at him! He doesn’t care for you at all!
- Aaaaa! – the girl screamed and jumped full of anger and hate over the other woman. Rain of fists fell over her colleague. A few women appeared from their rooms, attracted by the noise. They separated them. The girl rushed into her room and fell on the bed whole in bitter tears and sobbing…
…She heard knocking on the door.
and reported.
was unmeaning. Her eyes were just looking at the girl and were not expressing anything. The girls dressed her quickly, put some lipstick and looked at the soldierin. They moved out…
… The girl entered in the room. Sofia was sitting in the armchair dressed with her bath wrapper. A nicely formed turban was covering her head. A white cosmetic mask was put on her face. Cucumber slices were put over her eyelids. The room was full of heavy thick smell of perfumes and creams. The air was warm and wet full of water vapors. Obviously Madam Romomela had just taken a bath. The atmosphere of that late surprising meeting was so surprising for the girl. She was staying at the door hesitating whether to come closer or not.
Colonel was not seeing her. Her feeling of fear, inconvenience and insecurity got deeper. She approached the chair. On about two meters from Madam Sofia she stopped.
dead heart. She sank in the soft embrace of the armchair. That increased her feeling that she was completely in the hands of the woman sitting near to her. She felt that something unavoidable was to come and she couldn’t escape it in any way. She gave up and was only waiting for the circumstances to develop.
Madam Romomela took down the cucumbers slices and looked at her with smile. The girl smiled back sidle.
scarecrow for you. – Sofia looked at her simultaneously with joke and severity in the eyes.
feel?
surprising for her. Did the time come? Already? And still no sign for him! Why? Why he is so stubborn. Her heart was pulsing hard.
look strong in front of her superior Lady Officer. Sofia understood everything.
girl’s internal soul wound. The girl burst out in tears and sobbing.
men, despite it is caused by such nice feeling as falling in love. I want you to face the real man, object of your feelings. You can go and visit him into pen if you wish. You can even speak with him if you want, despite I don’t see how should he response you. I beg you just to take him separated from the other worms while you are talkin. They don’t deserve any attention! OK?
She rushed out drying her tears. Sofia took up the phone…
… The girl was looking at him. In the moment she got in he started his ridiculous dance in front of her accompanied with impossible sounds of low. She was disgusted.
Her love feeling started to change to anger and hate. He froze in front of her. He was looking at her with eyes full of tears, fear and despair. “Oh he is so pity and miserable!” Suddenly she felt that her passion to him started to disappear and scorn and disgust started to grow up I her soul. She showed patience.
from his wounded mouth. The pity human ruin was familiar with everything, but his stubbornness was so strong!
He was trying to say something. She approached him. Heavy disgusting smell of putrefied flesh enveloped her. She stepped back and vomited. “Horror! What would I have done! Ahh! How did I fell in love with this…” Another spasm caused second vomit. The love, the last remaining of which had still living deep in her, made her to try one more final attempt to change something.
spared? - Another affirmative low.
He started to make his grotesque dancing movements again. She was totally surprised and ruined. “I am trying to save his life, but he is playing stupid games with Me. For him I am a pity stupid girl. OK! That is it! All is over!” She turned back and rushed to the door.
dares!!! A man speaks without permission!” She turned to the voice. Boris was on the ground whole in tears and bloody saliva, but she didn’t even notice him. Another man was staying up in front of her. The other men were collected themselves in a mass and were lying on the ground looking down.
tongue! You forget yourself! This is an example for you, stupid stubborn stinking scumbags! – And she took out her pistol, aimed and pulled the trigger.
Man’s head exploded. A hole appeared in the middle of his face, which only remained almost intact. Whole other part of the head burst out. Part of bones, brain flesh and drops of blood spread around. Some of them hit the lying men. Nobody even moved. Man’s body stood up for few seconds and after that ruined into the mud. Unterlieutenant turned and moved to the door. Two armed women led by a Lady Officer with Captain’s rank was running against her. Seeing the scene and realizing that the situation is safe the Officer stopped the soldierins and called two prisoners to drag the body to the crematorium…
…Sofia was whole in hot sweat. Convulsions of her body were provoking the girl to continue her caresses. Her tongue was working diligently. She was experiencing these emotions, caresses and feelings for first. With time her appetite to the game was arising. The elder woman was showing obvious signs of pleasure. Their bodies were dancing a passionate wild dance. Madam was strongly curving her body and time to time trembling. The girl was feeling hot. The universe was turning in unbelievable rhythm. The hands of Sofia were slightly and gently touching the girl, leading her in right directions to the expected pleasure. Madam was panting with passion. Suddenly she came to herself and slightly pushed the girl away. Sofia kissed her and went to next room. Few minutes later she came back. The girl glanced at her and made huge eyes by surprise. Large strapon was fixed on her superior officer’s waist…
released herself back on the bed…
The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Eight
…At about four o’clock in the morning. Madam Sofia and unterlieutenant were preparing themselves. Today was the day for executions. The consequent group was going to take its last stand. The event was going, as usual, to take place after about half an hour, long before sunrise. Unterlieutenant was appointed to command the firing squad. She was excited and was suppressing her fluster with difficulty. Madam Sofia insisted their make – up to be done in diligent manner. The Ladies Officers presetting on the executions had to look impressive, especially these who were commanding them. Men should be stricken not only by the fear of the approaching end, but also sensually by the presenting Women. The doomed victims should be impressed and should worship their executionresses and should venerate. The superiority of the Women over the men should be demonstrated in all possible ways! “Man! You are paltry!” That should be the last feeling which these who were going to die meet in their life.
Sofia looked at the girl. Her relatively small figure was looking terrific in her battle uniform. Black, German type shimmering helmet with Venus mirror on white triangle shield on its left side was covering her head and was falling low over her eyes. The girl was looking almost faceless. Only the brightly red lipstick on her lips was changing that heavy impression. The black SPF Officerin’s uniform was tightened with wide black chest belt supported with diagonal cross belt from her right shoulder to her left waist side. At the look of large holster containing a powerful pistol, Sofia felt real pleasure. She reminded herself first time when she used such gun. Oh it was so long ago. The wide, female kind, black trousers of the girl were ending in black leather made high boots on high, but thick heels. The boots were blindingly polished. Stainless steel sharp spurs were ending the ensemble. The young breast of the girl was rhythmically pushing up and down her uniform. She was in high emotion. When she put her black leather gloves and stood in attention position, Sofia felt faint with pleasure. She felt a nice pleasant soaking in her panties. “Oh! I have to keep myself! Hmmmmhhh…”
there and will support and help you, if it is necessary! OK?
Sofia looked at herself critically in the mirror, pulled her uniform, corrected her hair and smiled to the unterlieutenant.
… Unterlieutenant entered her platoon’s quarter. The girls were distributed to
live two by two in separated rooms. They were allowed to choice each other by sympathy. With the time their relation grew up to something more than just friendship and service. Now they were aligned and were waiting for her. They were young girls, recruited for regular service as per the law of the compulsory military service of all women in Dorme. Their Officern was few years elder than them and was recruited as per the same law. Both, the Officerin and the soldierins liked each other and were more like sisters than like commandress and obedient. The girls were speaking among themselves. Some gossips had come to them about what was going to take place. They were discussing.
been done for me and My family by our home slaves. Oh! My hands are trembling already! How shall I do it? I am afraid! Shall they look at us? – A young girl, about her nineteen was twittering to her neighbor.
correctly. Otherwise you should cut him with the gun’s knife. Be careful!
once only? – the girl was continuing.
Therefore we must kill them with one shoot only! Don’t be afraid! It is easy!
wonderingly.
years ago. She told me that before each shooting they had been ordered to put thicker panties with thicker dressing.
colleagues had been leaking lavishly during the shooting, when looking at the men’ agony.
that order.
sustainable emotion.
some even had been fainting due to the pleasure.
to go and to hit the man with the knife and to look at his pain from closest possible distance.
abdomen, because there the pain is most stronger and burning and because the death is more slower. Such way they had had to strike once and once, few times more agan, till man dies.
At that moment unterlieutenant entered the platoon’s area. All voices
silenced. When she entered the common corridor the sergeantess commanded.
Sergeantess marched to the officerin saluted with her right hand to helmet and reported.
for action! No one is ill, no one is at vacation! Deputy commandress - sergeant Croft.
line. Now unterlieutenant was staying in front of the rows and all eyes were fixed on her. She smiled. She was ready to pronounce a short speech, but suddenly noticed a tall figure to approach. Madam Sofia! Unterlieutenant took her place in line and commanded sharply.
Ladies! In few minutes you will carry out your first execution! Since commencing of your service here, despite you are part of conscript army and you are not on constant regular service, you have past through numerous tests difficulties and challenges presented to you by the military service. Special Punishment Forces are one of the pillars on which our democratic order stays. You must be proud that you are ones of the chosen to commit service here. I have observed your progress in service and training till now. I am very satisfied by you all. You have taken part in receiving of arriving lots of men prisoners in our detention facility. You have taken part in the attempts to reeducate and retrain them in order to make them fit for life in our society. I saw that all of you put all necessary diligent efforts to do your best in carrying out all these and other similar tasks. I am very glad that despite the situation and the harshness of the service requirements you managed to remain real sensitive women and to be very kind to the inmates in our custody. I am sorry to say, but despite all our efforts many of the captive enemies remained stubborn and unable to change and to correct themselves. Therefore in that moment you are summoned here to carry out the final justice over these inferior worthless creatures which betrayed the thrust of whole our democratic society. Ladies! I know that the task will be shocking for part of you as far as you are in this for first time. Please, remind yourself all troubles and bad things caused by the men to us in all centuries of history! May be some of them are good men deep in their souls, may be they have made their crimes just because their behavior is as per their traditions till now, but we can not forget and forgive their crimes are against our traditions and way of life. We, the women are tolerant! We respect and accept the natural differences between us. We respect the rights and freedom of the others, but we can’t allow to nobody to threat our way of life, order and democracy! We can’t accept any activity of bad hostile forces and wills against us! We must protect ourselves! We must protect our world! We must protect the life itself! Today you will face criminals which don’t want to live as per the good laws of our society and with all their forces had worked for its destruction! With all they had done during their life in freedom and here after their capture they have shown lack of desire and will to correct themselves and inability to become good citizens of our homeland – Republic of Dorme. By executing them you help the others to understand their guilt and to become more diligent in their work for self improvement reeducation and purification. We love the men; therefore we must help them to live in right way. I know that many of us have been insulted and hurt by men who don’t respect women. Please, girls, return to it with whole your love. Punishing the men you are not showing your anger and cruelness, but your love and mercy! I wish you to demonstrate courage and backbone in doing your duty! – Sofia looked at every one of the girls with maternal smile. – Unterlieutenant! Please, in fifteen minutes lead the platoon to the range!
… Ladies Officers who was going to see the execution were taking their
sit places in the spectators’ hall. It was performed as cinema hall. There was a easel with binocular mounted on it in front of every spectator’s sit. With that binocular the Lady could comfortably observe every stage of performance same like in theatre. A special board with monitor on it was provided for each person as well. It was allowing the woman to look and to enjoy every even the smallest detail of the occurrence. Monitor was designed to show a few cameras view from different aspects to the firing range. The spectator could make her choice from the screen menu. Separate scene or whole record could be repeated at will. Ladies could enjoy again and again the moments they like best such way. Part of the sit was removable. Intimae massaging device could be mounted there on spectator’s request.
The hall was separated from the firing range with large armored window. It was possible for spectators to look at all things taking place in the firing range, but nothing could be seen looking from fire range to the spectators’ hall. Firing range was about twenty meters in length. Ten piles made of train rails was disposed in its remote end. They were whole in traces of bullets – holes, small damages, bending. The wall behind them was completely covered with sand bags. The floor of the hall was covered with thick layer of fine sand. Area of the firing squad position was in the near end of the compartment. Floor here was of concrete.
Sofia came in the spectators’ hall. It was almost full. Ladies officers were sitting and gossiping between themselves. At her entry they stood up saluting her with staying in attention position. She permitted them to sit. The procedure should start in few minutes. The window now was covered with heavy thick dark green curtain.
A young woman soldier entered the room and marched towards Sofia. All women looked at her. She saluted The Commandante and asked permission to speak. Sofia nodded. Soldierin bent herself to Sofia’s ear and whispered something. Madam Romomela looked at her with surprise.
- Let them fix him to the pile as the others! Is it so difficult to occur to you? He must be shot anyway!...
… Guardesses entered the “Pig’s pen”. Men got into heap, looking at the women with widely opened eyes as sheeps at butchering. Most of them was so weak to stay up and was trying to support each other. An officerin get closer. The other women surrounded the group.
one of these animals? – The other women burst in almost hysterical evil laughing. Some of them was holding long rubber sticks and was taping their black leather gloved hands with them. – C’mon, scumbags! Fall in line! Now!
She hit severely one man. The men rapidly formed something like order. They were staying trembling both because of fear and the night cold. Fifty pairs of eyes full of fear and quiet panic were fixed on the lady Officer’s face. Men’ eyes were burning in the flames of insanity. Fifty men were expecting the will of Goddess. Strange slight passionate trembling passed through whole her body. The feeling, somebody to depend completely by you, was so touching and shaking. Suddenly she started to feel the wave of the pleasure to upsurge deep in her body. “Oh! Again? Not now! Not now!” She was still incapable to control those spontaneous flooding of pleasure which were coming to her and were overwhelmingly pushing her to continue her outrages each time when she was acting the men! Despite she was relatively good controlling herself in every situation, she couldn’t resist the temptation to torture, to cause pain and to humiliate. But no, now she had to limit her pleasures to few merciless hits and cruel humiliating speaking only. She was to choice some one to play the spare one in this theatre. They really believed that one will be really spared. These idiots! She was seeing the hope in the eyes of everyone and the thrust that he will be chosen. In same time no one dare to believe that the blessing will be on him. It was like to play with a child. It depended by her and only by her to give or not to give him a candy or not to. Her black leather gloved hand rose and her forefinger started to move from one man to another. She saw the tears. A few of the men were crying in agony in this moment between hope and hopelessness. That one with broken face – ha ha… Or that little man looking like boy – no, no!
May be that slim exhausted elder idiot with feminine look … yes, perhaps… No! She saw one slouched man. It was obvious that he had been strong before. He was totally broken. Exhaustion of his body was only one side of it. And it was the least thing. He was ruined from inside. He was still strong enough to fight and to resist some how, to fight for his human dignity, to prove himself as strong man and to try to overwhelm that weaker women, who was keeping men imprisoned here, but instead that, he was crying “like a girl”, how it was said before. “To cry like a girl”, ”To cry like a woman” or “To cry like a grandmamma” how ridiculous were sounding these phrases now, when the men were suppressed and women were ruling entire civilized world. These insulting for the women words were prohibited, but nevertheless were not completely forgotten. She was young and was born long after the femdom order in the society came in force. She had listened to her mother’s talks for the life “before”. She knew how the women had been suppressed, less paid than the men, forced to stay home and to be housewives with very heavy responsibilities and without any personal freedom. The women had been frequently beaten by the men. They had been forced to suffer men’s booze and their wild excesses. At that time had been accepted as norm women to cry and to be considered as weak. For the men it was so shaming to be seen to cry. The men had been considered as strong ones.
And now this one, obviously stronger than the others doomed, was crying instead to resist. Tears were falling and he was trembling slightly visible. He was not sounding any sounds just because it was strictly forbidden. Despite he was doomed to death and had nothing to lose he was obviously hoping to live. Fear, deep fear not to extinguish this last hope was blocking all his self-defense reflexes and instincts. She was clearly seeing the fire of horror in his eyes. Her finger stopped. Evil joy was flames on her ironic look.
mercilessly. Her stick was falling again and again over his body. She wasn’t looking where her hits were getting in. The man fainted and ruined like knocked off after few severe impacts. The woman got really angry. She got furious. She put her gun out of holster, but one sergeantess, a woman in her middle ages, rushed to her and took her shoulders. She whispered something to the Officern and that put the weapon back with obvious displeasure.
In front! - The other man stepped further. He was in feverish expectance for his fate. He was breathing heavily. That turned her calmer again, but increased her dark desires even stronger. Too pity that she can’t do what she desires now. She had only to bring these carrions to the firing range. Too pity! The inferior was looking at her with despair.
collapsed on the ground. The officerin got really furious.
man.
move!
The men followed. Soon the whole group was moving to the building of no return…
… Unterlieutenant led her platoon to the firing range hall in the ordered time. She was excited. How it will pass. Should something wrong happen? How the senior Officerins will assess her? She was looking at her soldierins’s appearance. No remarks could be done. They were marching in strict line. Their boots, weapons, bands and helmets were polished, their coats and trousers clean and ironed out. The buttons – burnished to luster. Hands in black leather gloves were handling their submachine guns firmly. Their lips were looking brightly in thick lipstick. It was allowed each woman to make her make up as per her preferences. Their cheeks were blushing in joy, desire and lust. Eyes were shinning in excitement. Entering the hall of the range she stopped in moment hesitation. The platoon continued its march forward led by sergeantess. Unterlieutenant looked at the target area. She saw ten men tied up at the piles with covered heads and eyes. “Poor men!” She had still some pity on that inferior creatures remained deep in her soul. Looking how the men were squirming at the rails, she became frightened by the thought that just in few minutes she and her girls will send them to the nothingness. She looked at her watches. Two minutes were remaining to the beginning. Platoon was on the fire line. Petty officer commanding preparation squad reported to her and said that everything is ready. She saluted and retreat to the waiting ground. The heart of the unterlieutenant was beating crazy. Her young breasts were pushing her uniform up and down. She felt vibrations on her left hand. The watches! It was time!
the lights in the hall were off. Only the men on the piles remained illuminated. Bright clear marks in the twilight of the range! She was trembling. Was he among them or not? Suddenly the anthem of Dorme sounded the range’s hall. Solemn accords fulfilled the space, impeded ugly over the men smashing their almost dead souls and inspired the women and increased their courage and desire to distinguish themselves as brave women and excellent solierins of the
republic of Dorme. After the anthem’s end a voice came from the loudspeaker.
femdom; for protection of life and supremacy of the women and for the glory and happiness of our beloved country! Today, the ultimate will of our society will be given up to these violators of our laws! Another group of elements disturbing our society’s life and polluting our environment with their animalistic behavior, instincts and disgusting lust will be removed from our society! We, the women, will carry out heaviest duties, which the severe circumstances put us to face! We, who Mother Goddess Nature had blessed to give life, will take life! We are very sad, but we are fully decided to protect our way of life and not to allow the enemies – internal and external to destroy peace and harmony in our world! Long live world power of the Women! Long live Femdom order! Platoon! Proceed!
their guns and supported them at their shoulders. No sign from the men. Was he there? He still could ask for forgiveness and it would be given as per Miss Colonel’s words. Nothing! She was searching for at least some sign. She had to give next command.
the voice of Madam Romomela. – Guns down! – The women stood in attention pose.
Two soldierins appeared from the waiting room pushing forward a naked man! They pushed him harshly and he rushed to the men at rails. With rapid movement he removed the hoods from the heads of the doomed and rushed back. Unterlieutenant calmed a little not seeing Boris between the men of the group.
waiting the man to return. After few short commands the women were aiming again. The eyes of men were full of fear and horror. Tears were falling lavishly. They were squirming at the piles. It was good that their mouths were gagged; otherwise they would make extra noise crying like pigs. Oh! It would be very nasty! The girls were ready to press triggers. Some of them were in very strong emotion. Some were feeling good seeing how the men were scared.
- Fire! …
The tears of Love
By
Clara High
Part Nine
Boris was ruined. His last hope vanished. Unterlieutenant who was obviously liking him went away, visibly disappointed. Despite his entire endeavor to follow Madam Colonel’s orders, the girl was not satisfied by his efforts. She escaped from the fenced area angry. He wasn’t relaying of sparing by the Official Commandante. Going out, unterlieutenant shot a man who was trying to tell her something. Number 11460 was in shock, in severe panic. Is that all? Is his life going to end? Won’t he see his mother again? Should his punishment, strated as a under term deportation in the camp, end as a death penalty? Oh!
He was out of his mind. He was only seeing pictures, but was not realizing the matter of what was going on around him. He has became something little different from the animal. A little later another group of women entered the space. They were one officerin and a few soldierins. He machinelike took his place in the line. He was hearing the voice of the officerin, but the words were not telling him anything. His subconsciousness was searching for some words. Suddenly “spare the life” appeared in her speech and he got in his mind for short again. Then he saw the excess of the woman and fell in trance again. He saw the beating of the tall man and collapse of the other one and the world became covered with twilight mist for him. “Tup, tup – tup, tup, tup – tup…” he was feeling and listening his heart striking in his chest. He was feeling very hot. It was difficult to breath. Helmets, picked caps, uniforms, breasts in the uniforms, submachine guns, long hairs, hairs in bun, lips, sharp orders, hits with whips and sticks, long legs in polished glimmering high stiletto boots, kicks… The order moved forward. All that things turned in a wild whirligig… Cold feeling overwhelmed his body. He was like in fever. The doomed and the guards passed the entrance and via long corridor occurred in long low room with concrete floor and walls. The bright lights were blinding his eyes, accustomed to the darkness outside. Metal rings were mounted in the walls. Short thick chains were hanging from them down with open metal collars on the ends. The guards pushed the men towards the walls and few of them started to lock the collars around men’s necks. In few minutes all men were chained. Number 11460 was in difficult to breathe. Because of the edema in his head collar was too tight for him. Pain!... Few of the soldierins started to humiliate and seduce the doomed men again. They were carrying out violence over them. With white latex gloved hands they were groping entire exhausted bodies of the men. By paying special attention to the groins and with their attractive look in the uniforms they were provoking natural reactions in their victims. With jolly laughing the women were punishing the men for their “childlike behavior” by slapping them. He got excited only by looking to these scenes. When the torturers reached him, he was already in full erection. Storm of laughing sounded the room. One woman kicked him severely in groins and he fainted. Failing down, he hung down and remained in that pose kept only by chain…
…No one paid attention at him. Was he alive, or dead, nobody cared! The doomed were taking out from the room in groups by ten. They were dragged through a heavy metal door which was closing after them. After five to ten minutes the soldierins were returning and another group of men were being taken. He was happy, being deprived from seeing it due to his unconsciousness. He was in the last group. When the women returned one of them kicked him and pushed him to come to himself. After a few kicks and slapping he opened his eyes…
…The bright light flushed into his eyes like hot burning creek. He moaned. He was not realizing the reality around himself. The soldierins pushed the men to the door. Some figure was keeping his hand and was making him to walk. He entered some long and low space. He saw group of women, uniforms, guns, pillars. He saw some pillars and some figures attached to them. Figures were hanging in strange and even bizarre poses. Something red was over their bodies. This did not seem strange to number 11460. Contrariwise! He was seeing it as normal and even very beautiful. In his early years his mother was intended to let him study in art school. He obviously had talent. It was then… But now his confused mind was trying to save him from the whole ambient horror and was making him to see all in some pink emotion, same as if he was at art exhibition. He saw how some black women were walking around the pillars and the colored figures fell down. “Why?” He was pushed towards one of the fallen figures. A woman was pointing to the figure and was shouting furiously. He didn’t hear her but bent and took the figure for its legs. They were wet with some clammy liquid. “Why the paint is still wet? Why we remove the installation before it is dry?” He was asking himself.
He was dragging the body. He and the others of his group entered a corridor where numerous of trolleys loaded with bodies were waiting. Number 11460 and other of his group loaded the bodies dragged by them on the trolleys helping each other. He saw a lot of that strange paint around the trolleys. “Why they waste so much paint?” “Why they remove the installation before it is dry and even before it is completed? Obviously they had made it a few times…” He felt that he was pulled by a strong arm and followed a woman in uniform which was gripping his one. Kaleidoscope of pictures started turning before his eyes again. When he came to himself, he saw that he is tied on the same pillars from where he has taken figures just a little before… He tried to move, but in vain! His hands were firmly fixed and tied and painfully immobilized. Far from himself he saw a group of women in uniforms. They were holding long metal rods with wooden ends and were making something with their ends. Now no one was disturbing him and he had a chance to thresh out them. Suddenly he started to feel some weight between his legs and some tension made him to feel uncomfortably. He looked down and saw his protruding manhood to swing boldly in the air.
Suddenly he felt bursting of pain in his groin and saw a woman in uniform hoisting her arm for another hit. He tried to bend himself, but surprisingly she stopped herself and went away. He relieved himself a little and continued to contemplate the women in the distance. His friend started to heave up his head again and number 11460 started to enjoy the voluptuous sense. The forms of the female bodies combined with something else, strange, known and unknown, in same time attracting and fearing, were attracting him and were exciting him. He was feeling deep fear for something and was in indescribable perfect bliss at the same time. Female voices were filling the air with nice sounds. Some of them were like music, other were like tender storm. He was feeling the strong pulsations of his heart and the strange power of the strange waves surging in his body…
The lights were off. The women disappeared in the dark. The light of God flushed directly into his face. A voice of an Angel soared in the heaven. Numerous of short lightnings appeared from nowhere. He just heard the sounds of God’s anger… A volcano was going to erupt somewhere. He felt its arising power and …
…The young soldierin was trembling severely. What was she doing? When her first target slipped down the pillar after her shot she was shocked, terrified and surprised in same time! Just like that a man was no more… Her bullet was precisely shot and nice red spot appeared on the male’s chest. She was doing something obviously wrong. Human life is sacred. Why did she shot him? She was from a rich family and had no problems with her life. She had met men only as servants. She had home teachers and governesses and never had visited ordinary schools where girls and boys were studying together at least in first few years. She was familiar with love and sexual feelings. She had contacts with men before she got in the Army, but these were men specially trained and rented by her beloved aunt for her. The men had been serving the girl such way in order not to break her virginity. She was following the orders. She was shooting. After the third group she was already tired, full with doubt and very stressed. She was very grateful that her hand remained calm despite everything and her bullets were cutting men’s life at once, because she had not to finish her marks with hitting them with rifle’s knife. A few of her colleagues, for her surprise, intentionally were aiming bad and even were omitting their targets. For her greater surprise some of them, with obvious great pleasure, were torturing their victims by slow ripping open their bellies, cutting their manhood, hitting them several times with the knives after what terrific nasty creeks of blood, internal organs and gut were flooding out from them. At that looks she vomited lavishly. Unterlieutenant, as pale as death didn’t react, but a strong severe voice from the commanding loudspeaker ordered her to stand quickly and shouted the vomiting to be cleared. One naked prisoner removed the spot… She saw her colleagues returning to the order after such successful spectacular kill. Their eyes were flaming evil rapture. Their excitement was saturating the air in the range…
…She was aiming! She was feeling like Goddess! She had power to take life and she should do it! She was seeing the faces. Faces of desperate people, looking at their approaching death, looking at her! The deep fear which she was seeing in their eyes was exciting her. Hot feeling was flooding over whole her body. The expectation of the final command was very painful for her. She was getting out of breath. Her hands were trembling.
hands. She felt her eyes to get full of blood.
strongest possible tsunami pushed her. She dropped her rifle and fell on the concrete floor. Sweet convulsions were shaking her body… When she got to herself again, she heard the lady Unterlieutenant to shout at her angrily. The officerin was furiously ordering her to stand up!... She stood up with difficulty. Her panties were soaking. Warm. Pleasant…
…Sergeantess pushed the group of cleaning men to the pillars. The last group had to be removed and send for disposal. She and her girlfriend, a corporal, were pushing men, smoking and chatting. They were laughing over the victims. Time to time they were observing familiar faces between the dead men. They were reminding to themselves piquant details from the near past connected with these men. It was very funny to see that some of the men obviously had experienced very strong excitement during the execution. Some of them even had ejaculated. Their dead pricks were still leaking. Drop spots were visible on their bodies and sometimes around the pillars. There were no excrements or urine, because all men chosen to be executed were kept deprived from eating and drinking for two days before the execution. They were very impressed when a man appeared to be still alive. His body was slightly trembling. He was in agony.
of the dying man was whole upright in strong tension. Slight pulsing of the organ was so amazing and excited both women. The man was still secured to the pillar. Controlling officerin was at the beginning of the group, but he was at the end. Sergeantess and the corporal embraced and kissed passionately each other. After that corporaless knelt and started easily to caress the man’s groins. The man vomited blood lavishly. The woman was masturbating him with passion. Sergeantess was looking with interest, she was like in trance. Her hand was slowly moving below her uniform skirt. Time to time she was slightly kneeling. Her breathing became broken. For her displeasure in the moment when she started to feel real excitement, the volcano erupted under the corporal’s caresses and small white fountain polluted her black glove. In the same moment the body trembled, another portion of blood was vomited and the head of the man hung lifeless.
- Idiot! – Sergeantess reviled him and realizing uselessness of it, kicked him severely in the dead face. Corporal dried her glove oh his skin. She looked at him with disgust and made a man to drag him to the trolleys…
…Unterlieutenant was commanding the shooting of the groups one by one. As far as it was her first participation as platoon commandress in such events, she was acting full of mixed senses. She was angry to men, because of his behavior, but was not completely ready to kill. After first group she almost lost herself in panic. She wanted to cry. She was sorry now even for the man she had killed in the “Pig’s pan” for speaking without being asked. At that moment she wanted to escape somewhere, not to be here, not to do what she was doing. Oh! If only it was possible at that time! She wanted to see him, to see him to pick up his finger in sign of requesting forgiveness. Her heart was beating crazy. She knew Madam Sofia was looking after her and her progress, but also she was waiting with whole remaining her weak hope that he could still be saved. She was dreaming about some miracle, a miracle which to make him to stop playing proud and to beg for forgiveness and to allow her such way to spare his life. She knew that she did not love him anymore, but her good loving heart was pushing her to forgive him and to spare him. Oh! Only if there was not that his proud stubbornness! Group by group she was seeking to see him. Group by group her heart was almost stopping because he was not there. Time was passing painfully slow. As per the routine, the doomed included in the next group to be shot were forced to extract the dead bodies to the trolleys for disposal. Group by group she was observing the new comers. Nothing! Soldierins of the supporting platoon were fixing the men and were going in shelter. She was commanding. Again and again… Time to time she was seeing that some of men were getting erected in front of her and the other women. Now it seemed ridiculous and nasty to her. She started to feel deeper and deeper anger and hate to all men! Disgusting animals! Madam Sofia was right! They can not be changed! Never!
One more group was still remaining. Suddenly she saw him. His dressed
head was making him clearly visible and recognizable. Her heart stopped. Time stopped. World stopped to turn. Everything disappeared. There was only him. Come on! Pick your finger up… dead bodies were removed. He was now already at the pillar. His hands were still free. He is looking to the line of the firing squad. He looks at her. He is seeing her. Come on! Tup – tup – tup! Her heart was beating crazy. The soldierin gripped his hand and locked it to the pillar. No! You have one hand still free! Come on! Pick up finger! Please! Oh Goddess! Tup – tup – tup! Her heart was beating crazy. Let him do it! Strike of a lock and he is secured at the pile.
What?!!! That is impossible! Oh! His protruded pride was nicely visible and was insulting her and all other Women. Even the look of the soldierin hitting him was not calming her.
No! She is ruined… She heard neither her own commands nor the shoots following it. Machinelike she was commanding, commanding, commanding. Everything passed clear… Deaf pain was hitting her heart. Why he was so stubborn? He didn’t give her any choice… It was so selfish… Ohhh!
She came to her self in her bath. Someone was knocking on the door of her quarter…
…Supporting group of prisoners dragged the bodies of the men in the last group to the corridor. The death body of a man with dressed head appeared on the top of the bodies on the last car. Sergeantess put mark in her list and stated to corporal.
execution today. They say, he had disappointed her cruelly. Poor girl! Did you see her? She awaited the end of the act with great difficulty. Who knows how long she is going to suffer! Such scumbag! To disappoint this nice girl! Ah! You just look, look! – The women saw his man’s rod already semi erected to stay with a hut of dense white cream. It was very, very slowly leaking out, covering his death skin…
their low instincts and lust. I don’t wonder anymore why they are useless and incapable for normal life…
command his execution by herself! Did you see how tired was her at the end? I felt pity on her. She looked older at least with ten years!
sand around the pillars from blood and other flesh remaining and pollutants.
… She came to her self in her bath. Someone was knocking on the door of her quarter. She felt herself sad, broken and destroyed. Covering her naked body with wrapper she went to the door.
- Miss Lieutenant! Madam Colonel Romomela orders you to report to her staff! Immediately! – An elder soldierin reported. “Miss Lieutenant…?”
It must be some mistake… “Miss Lieutenant”…
… Unterlieutenant entered and saw Madam Romomela sitting comfortably in large soft chair in a simple dress. In opposite to her there was another such chair, but empty. A small elegant table was situated between the chairs. A bottle of white wine and plate with appetizers were on it. Two high caps were ready. Sofia was reading a document. With girl’s entry she picked up her eyes and smiled. The girl looked perfectly in her uniform. She saluted and reported. Sofia left the list on the table and stood up. She embraced the girl and they kissed each other. The elder woman was breathing deeply the almost childish innocence of the girl and was intoxicating herself with it. The girl was impatient for her Mother’s caress and heat. After today’s events the young woman needed support and wanted to feel herself protected by that strong woman, which was her commandress. The strong memory for the wild wonderful sex they had had was still fresh in her mind and the girl was so thirsty for more. Sofia was really surprised by the girl’s behavior during the execution. No hesitation, no weakness was demonstrated by the young officerin. The strength and the will of the young woman together with her apparent youth and comeliness touched deeply Madam Romomela. She was really attracted by her young colleague and the thought about her started to excite the elder officerin.
They were staying and kissing and caressing each other. They were enjoying each other company. Sofia looked in the eyes of the girl.
The women had liked their uniforms, their strength, so much.
young officer!
and weak by passion – Please! Don’t remove your uniform! Oh, My girl officer!
…Sofia and her girlfriend were sitting in the chairs, taking wine and chatting. Both were calm and refreshed after the stormy pleasures and the bath after them.
chance to live!
“Stupid! You have s much more to learn!” Sofia smiled in herself.
They want to be strong and dominant and to possess and control everything, including us. They are so selfish, that in attempt to satisfy their egoism they some time ago nearly destroyed our world, but it didn’t stop them to do their stupid acts. When first female dominated societies appeared they tried to suppress and to control them. Fortunately they didn’t manage to. They are not able to appreciate the other people’s value. They consider their egoistic ambitions a most important ever. They are ready to hurt their closest relatives just in order to satisfy their low instincts. As I know he hurt you? You was trying to be with him for so long time. Yes?
knew that you have chosen him, but I hoped him to be mine after you loose your interest on him. Ooo! “Stupid girl!” Sofia thought to herself.
so stupid! Oh!
tyrannized. If they don’t obey without reaction, they must be put on reeducation and extermination!
Woman and a man! The man would always break it with his egoism! In the love, the Women is always suffering stronger and more!
cry. After a few minutes they got calm. They took some wine and started to talk again. Suddenly Sofia reminded herself about the document.
some leave. Go home, see your family. What do you think?
both of them laughed ironically and sadly. – Thank You, Miss Colonel!
the High Province Commandment of Special Punishment Forces and today I received answer of My letter. – The girl was looking at her with wonderment. – Congratulations, dear! From now on you are lieutenant in recruit! Congratulations!
“Miss Lieutenant”. I didn’t expect such promotion! Thank you! My Momma will be happy and proud with Me!
Management, haven’t you?
Sofia approached the girl.
- Commandment offers you, as per My recommendation, long term contract for regular service in Special Punishment Forces. Commandment offers you a career of professional Officerin. I f you accept that, after your leave, you will be send to Academy and your life will turn in new direction. What do you think?
The girl was looking at her superior with widely open eyes. In few seconds she regained ability to breathe normally.
They destroyed Me. Now I want to serve to the state! I want… I want… - She panted. Sofia embraced her again, to calm her. – I want to give them all what they deserve! Actually he opened My eyes for many things with his betrayal! I am a free independent woman and they must be under My total power. Now I feel myself as part of a women’s sisterhood. I don’t want men to hurt us! Oh! They are to blame for all, I now understand that! I am ready! I want that career!
Now she threw herself in the Sofia’s arms and covered her with kisses. Both women started to cry again both from happiness and desire and from sadness about so many lost emotions and pleasures till that moment. And all because of the men! The girl loved Sofia. Sofia loved that young sensitive and fragile woman. Both were so vulnerable in that cruel world… Tears, so much tears! Hot tears! The tears of Love…
… The young Woman signed down her contract. She was so excited…
… Some time later in a village controlled by male resistance – high in the mountains…
The lieutenant of SPF was sitting in the temporary bunker. She was waiting. Sat on special chair over the face of a captive man, she was preparing her self. It was very inconvenient time to be in action. She had the monthlies. The captive was forced to clean and to maintain her hygiene. It was important to keep strict hygiene. Suddenly a sergeantess rushed in. She reported that the company had surrounded the village. Male rebellions were located. All was ready. There was no chance for the men to escape. She looked her clocks. It was time!
The fire storm overwhelmed the whole village… Another danger for the
society was going to be obviated…
Review This Story || Email Author: Clara High(no email)