Feature Writer: Harry Lime
Feature Title: THE OCCULT SECRETS OF THE THIRD REICH
Published: 05.01.2015 / Copyright© 2013 by harry lime
Story Codes: MF, FF, ft, Bi, Coercion, BDSM, Orgy, Anal, Voyeurism, Violent
Synopsis: The time is 1944. The place is somewhere in Germany. The Occult masters of deception work diligently to perfect new weapons to reverse the stunning losses sustained by Nazi Germany. Doctor Helga Krauthammer is the foremost scientist in the alternative energy project and she is willing to do anything to achieve her final goal of sustainable cheap power for the Thousand Year Reich.
The Occult Secrets of the Third Reich
Chapter 1: The Search for the Energy Synthesizer
In the waning days of the Second World War, the scientists of the Third Reich worked on many secret projects. On such project was buried inside a hidden laboratory near the Swiss border. It was staffed by a complement of research scientists and psychic oddities that worked around the clock to decipher the codes discovered at a Russian Science Institute located in a liberated part of the Soviet Union.
The leader of this particular research group was Doctor Helga Krauthammer. She was a formidable proponent of alternative energy sources and had authored several scientific textbooks on the subject beginning as early as 1929. She was in her late forties now but was still an attractive and sensual woman with a sexual IQ as high as her academic one. It was rumored that she was a secret mistress to Admiral Canaris, the chief coordinator of the special scientific projects division that also included such notables as Doctor Werner Von Braun, the head rocket man of the Nazi war machine.
There had been several different sub-projects under the secret alternative energy umbrella, but this entirely new research was the most promising. The wind-mills and the solar sources were tested time and again and found wanting for sustainable and reliable energy sources. The infrastructure was determined to be seriously deficient with regards to cost-effectiveness and the reliance on fossil-fuels remained constant.
The background details on the new source of power were still highly classified but Helga was convinced that the original concept was extra-terrestrial in nature. They had gotten their primary data from the crash of what was believed to be a spacecraft of unknown origin in a deserted part of the Soviet Union and from diagrams and schematics from inside a couple of the pyramids in the Valley of the Kings. The data was mutually supportive and made a lot of sense when viewed as a composite.
The loss of military manpower and hardware at the Battle of Stalingrad had led Helga to believe that there was no chance for the German war machine to reverse the trend of total defeat. Hitler still had hopes that the new “terrible” super bomb would swing things his way and he kept hounding his Air Forces chief Field Marshal Hermann Goering for daily reports of the development of the supersonic jet aircraft promised several months prior.
Doctor Helga was conducting a series of small tests of the energy cell module to determine how quickly they could transform the cells into power packs for vehicles and generators for heat and even implement a use to light the civilian areas that had suffered a totally destroyed infrastructure.
The fuel cell was sitting on the table inside a container with a lead insulation shield. It was only the size of a pea but also had a side effect of being slightly radioactive. She had reduced that side effect to a level that made the fuel source viable but they had to constantly monitor to prevent any tissue damage to the project workers. The danger involved with the project had prompted the high command to insist that workers from the work camps be used instead of valuable soldiers. Right now the entire staff in the laboratory was slave labor from the concentration camps with the exception of Doctor Helga and her loyal assistant Greta Von Heinlich.
Greta was a close friend and a treasured companion at those times when Helga’s mood ran to unfettered adoration of her still-nubile body. Helga kept Greta close as well because the girl was constantly receptive to being taken across her knee and given a dose of unscientific bottom pounding much more savage than lofty concepts of developing scientific theory. Helga needed those moments of sheer control over willing female flesh to spur her on to inspired thinking.
The two favored protégées of the attractive doctor were Jacob and Golda, her personal assistants. They looked just like sister and brother with identical features and their shaven heads help to accentuate the sense of similarity. But the truth was quickly evident when they were seen in the nude revealing Golda perky breasts and Jacob’s huge circumcised cock. Early in their training session, Helga had tasted Golda’s shaven pussy and had allowed Jacob to stretch her tight little sphincter with his oversized equipment. After that initial “breaking in” of their full physical cooperation, Helga availed her deprived female slit of side benefits from both workers with little thought of their gender or lack of hair.
Right from the very beginning, they were both under Helga’s magnetic aura and begged to participate in any kinky activities that tickled the decadent doctor’s fancy. Sometimes just the look of Greta or Golda bending over a table or Jacob reaching up to get a compound off the shelf was enough to trigger an undeniable urge inside Helga’s greedy core that had to be fulfilled immediately. Generally, after scratching that depraved itch, she would become energized and enter into a wild fit of frenzied innovation in the research endeavor.
The other workers were aware of the Doctor’s weakness and whispered and laughed behind their hands when the curtains went down in her inner office in the center of the laboratory.
It had come to Helga’s attention that the little compressed fuel cells were capable of generating power far beyond the fuel capacity of several trucks of coal or hundreds of drums of petrol. It was the instantaneous spurt of radiation that worried her and that was why she used the slave labor to perfect the size and the mixture of the “little pills” of energy. Her research indicated that the accumulation of toxic residue inside their bodies was slow to build-up and they would probably die of other causes long before any notable side-effects from the radiation. She had no doubt they would eventually die from the radiation but they would be long-dead from some other cause far sooner than that point in time.
Thus, Helga felt no guilt and her conscience did not bother her as she fed her workers to the greedy consuming obsession with the power pills of a new energy source. She kept Jacob and Golda well away from the unprotected area of the experiments because she wanted them for her own personal pleasure.
Greta had kept well hidden the fact that she had stashed a young man in her apartment who had given her a sob story about how he came home to this area to see his widowed mother one last time before going to the Russian Front. Unfortunately, she had already succumbed to a wartime virus of unknown origin and he was being pursued by the military authorities for not having proper documentation. It was a crime that often meant instant execution on the spot to discourage soldiers lacking in motivation from deserting their posts in a time of danger.
It made the very sadistic-minded Greta overjoyed to have a human male guinea pig to experiment on. She knew her Eric would keep his mouth shut and submit to her demands with little resistance because the alternative would be the firing squad. What she didn’t know was that the scheming Eric was actually the first son of Lord Etheridge master of Pemberton and other estates in the Northern Districts. He had been assigned to this undercover operation by the master manipulator of deceit, Sir Henry Hightower. He was Admiral Canaris’s primary adversary and a man to be reckoned with at all times.
Just before reporting into work, Greta had stripped her little boy-toy and given him a healthy pounding with the rounded handle of her little riding crop. She worked in and out of his muscular cheeks whilst she stroked his happy cock to a frenzied shooting of thick creamy cum right into the bowl on the floor. Her new friend Eric was a juicy fellow and she liked the way he was able to replenish his liquids in such a short timeframe. She wanted to share him with the Doctor but was afraid she would be disciplined for sheltering a slacker in a time of possible defeat.
“Pour the cream on our oatmeal, sweetie. That’s a good boy. Now you give me a bite and I will feed you. Umm! Delicious. Stick out your tongue for mommy. Good boy! Tonight when I get home I want you to have your bottom as clean as a whistle. I want my Eric to taste nice at both ends.”
She was humming a little tune as she climbed the stairs to the laboratory. It was an old Bavarian folk tune and not one of the new Nazi songs that they listened to on the radio all day long. The slave laborers seemed in a good mood this morning as well. They had been given extra rations because the project was in the final stages and their good health was important to Doctor Krauthammer.
Greta stopped singing abruptly as she remembered her “Eric” had asked her an awful lot of questions about her work on the project. Of course, she had talked endlessly because she was so enthusiastic about the work that they were doing. She hoped she hadn’t given any mention to the slave labor because she was certain that would be the thing that would make them all close to danger after the war was finally over. She tended to think the war as being already lost just as Doctor Krauthammer but more because of the overwhelming pounding they were receiving on the Eastern Front rather than the dangers from the invasion into Normandy and the loss of an entire Army in Africa. She hoped they would relocate soon to an area West of Berlin so they would be captured by the British or American forces and not the animals from the brutal East.
The experiment had already started and Helga gave her frown displeased at her tardy appearance. She smiled her apology and stood behind Golda at the thick protective shatterproof window above the experiment chamber floor.
Exotic flashes of electrical current moved from circuit to circuit. The blue tinged energy was hot enough to melt the metal plates set up to judge the strength of the charge. Only a few selected workers were inside the chamber moving the targets to match the direction of the rays. One worker was already down writhing in pain from a burn on his ankle. It didn’t look too serious but it would probably mean he would be sent back to the camp and that was definitely a one-way ticket deal.
Greta reached out with her hand and cupped Golda’s firmly packed buttocks nicely shaped due to the abundance of food supplies awarded each worker to gain maximum effort. She was happy the beautiful Golda was in such excellent condition. She had a sudden thought how delightful it would be to take the beautiful girl to her “Eric” and watch him stretch her anal opening with his wonderful thick cock. Maybe she could sneak the sly fellow in and allow him to mount the girl right here in the shielded inner part of the laboratory. She had to admit her shameful weakness in wanting so desperately to watch the copulation of men and women that exceeded her need to have a cock buried in her own garden of paradise.
The experiment was a huge success.
Doctor Helga’s own estimate was that a medium size suitcase could easily contain enough “little pills” to run the entire electrical needs for an average sized city for more than a month. The logistical and economic ramifications were mind-boggling.
The workers were all herded back to their quarters to get ready for the evening meal. Helga started to lower the curtains on the inner chamber of the laboratory signaling the fact that she was ready to celebrate by using the ready flesh of Jacob and Golda as her inspiration.
Greta sighed and allowed Jacob to enter her from the rear never pausing her exploration of Golda’s rear-end with her long inquisitive fingers.
It would be so nice to have Eric here to help Jacob in taming three female co-conspirators into submissive cum-buckets of pleasure.
Chapter 2: The Enemy Within
Now that Doctor Helga had proven the success of the new power source, she knew it was imperative for her to reduce the radiation risks so that the workers would not become hesitant to stay in the environment for extended periods of time. The accumulation factor was quite slow but long term use would mean certain and painful death. Her assistant Greta was performing well and the pair of hairless sex-toy slaves Golda and Jacob were helping her to keep on a creative high and the more she indulged her orgasms the more advanced the energy project progressed.
The loss of the Russian oil fields meant that the Nazi war machine had to find alternative sources of energy and they were already cruising on the edge of disaster with their shortfalls in almost every sector.
Greta was a key to keeping the project on track. The silly cunt had fallen into a trap of hiding a fugitive from the Eastern Front in her apartment. He went under the name of “Eric” but he was no ordinary deserter in a time of way. In fact, he was an agent of British Intelligence working undercover to discover the secret of Hitler’s hidden power project with its occult roots. His dedicated servicing of Greta’s every kinky desire had given their network a lot of valuable information about the project and he knew that it was near to successful completion just at a time when the last thing the Allies needed was for another secret weapon on the side of the Third Reich.
Helga knew her assistant was hiding a boy-toy in her bedroom but she found it more amusing than a matter of concern. She had little hope that they would be able to win the terrible war because the odds were stacking up with the enemy all around them. Now, she had reason to think the enemy was within as well. She had heard rumors of the plots against Hitler and knew that the war in the East was a total disaster. Most of the scientists in her circle were already making arrangements to fall under the control of the new emerging world power, the United States. It was a country with endless production capacity and the funds to dominate the entire world. The fact that they were so benign in their policy was distressful but perhaps they could be convinced to adapt a more belligerent confrontational attitude against the danger of communism and the unknown dangers from the Far East and a rising tide of religious fanaticism in the Middle East.
It would be a long time before any nation in Europe would be able to influence global strategies even though they might function in a “hanger on” status to the new American dominance.
Helga pushed all those mundane thoughts from her mind and concentrated on what her plans were for Golda and Jacob. She decided that they would accompany her to the small health spa outside of Regensburg. It seemed almost certain to be a location that would fall into American hands well before the Russians advanced further west.
Her suppositions were correct and her entire scientific staff came under the protection of the American forces prior to the end of the war and several months before the Atomic bombs were detonated over not one but two Japanese cities with terrifying results. The atomic demon was out of the bag and now it was a race to see which countries would built the most weapons of mass destruction in the least amount of time.
The British Agent “Eric” tried to get Helga back into custody for a hearing at Nuerenburg
Along with the other war criminals because of her extensive use of slave labor and allowing them to be exposed to radiation but the OSS won out and she was put on a transport plane along with the staff of her alternate energy project and they were flown out to a small installation immediately adjacent to the Los Alamos location for the Atomic bomb testing by the Manhattan project. She was impressed with the collection of scientists but was astonished they were for the most part Jews with definite communist leanings. She hoped the Americans were wise enough to understand they had created their own “Trojan Horse” within the government and at some future date it would be necessary to clean house.
Her Jewish workers were loyal enough to request that they stay with her and Grete despite her sometimes abusive nature because if it wasn’t for her employment they would have all been dead a long time ago.
A visitor from Washington, D.C. came to see her bringing along Doctor Von Braun who Hilda was well acquainted with because of their fierce budget battles with General Speer and the other purse holders of the Third Reich. It almost seemed to her like both Speer and Von Braun were attempting to sabotage the Nazi goals but she could not figure out why they would do such a thing unless they had already received some assurances from the Allies that things would go easier with them if they cooperated. She had been given the same sort of a deal at the last minute and accepted readily because the alternative was certain hanging at an international court.
The American guards on her compound were not part of their regular Army, they were a special detachment that spoke perfect German and seemed to have a lot of knowledge of many places in Germany and German customs. She heard them referred to as “Special Operators” and apparently they had been infiltrating the fatherland for years ever since the Americans had entered the war. The British had their own extensive program but they were rift with turncoats and easily penetrated by Admiral Canaris and his followers.
The leader of the American guard detachment was a tall black officer with a shiny bald head that looked like a black bowling ball. His name was Lucas and he barked out his orders to his subordinates like a bull dog with a bad temper. Helga found that she was much enamored of the muscular man with the stiff authority of a true leader of men. She requested that she be given funds to add additional staff of a dozen Mexican workers for special testing of energy pellets to power fighting suits that gave the soldier inside an air-conditioned space to carry on exhausting exercises under combat conditions. The Mexicans were more than willing to perform because the funding was beyond their expectations of earning in the remote area with little opportunities.
Lucas signed off on the request provided she give him a little “sport” of his own by bending over the desk in her office and trying not to grunt too loud when he bottomed out inside her core. At first, she was affronted at the request because she had never considered copulating with a non-Aryan person except the carefully selected slave laborers who were fortunate enough to resemble the Aryan ideal. After careful thought, she accepted his terms and allowed him to lower her panties down to her ankles and do all sorts of nasty things to her flanks and even up in her private slit where she liked it the best. The fact that he was crudely ruthless as to spank her defenseless buttocks with an energy that gave him credit for stamina and strength made her determined not to give him the benefit of her experiencing an orgasm under his treatment. Her pussy betrayed her fierce determination to resist the weakness of surrendering her will to his and it was only shortly later that she heard the shameful words of complicit lust leave her lips like traitors on the wind.
After that initial encounter, Helga found that she was often on her knees or bending over a piece of furniture for the huge black soldier but as time went on she grew so comfortable with it that she never thought of him as being different than her in any way. The greatest benefit from the arrangement was that Helga’s creative juices were flowing as freely as her pussy juices whenever Lucas was around and she was branching out into different projects that could use her new designs. Her energy pellets were now being carried into space and helping the new class of American submarines to patrol the seas.
The energy driven armored suits were becoming more popular with certain circles that preferred to keep casualties down by using such technology as well as the stand-off drone warfare that was virtually casualty-free. The sheer economic logic was the main driver in the strategy and she was in accord with the factual science of preserving precious resources.
Everything was on an even keel until some silly magazine got hold of some revealing photos of her earlier experiments for her Nazi masters and she was portrayed as a war criminal of the worse sort working happily for the American government. After that, the entire atmosphere at the compound changed and she became more of a prisoner than a project coordinator. Lucas apologized for the treatment but told her with a measured voice that it was, “Out of my hands”.
That was the final straw for Helga and she soon afterward made quiet arrangements for a quick departure for Brazil on a private plane to join up with a group of other Nazi survivors who had made a lucrative home-base for scientists and other advanced thinkers. The only one who knew she was making a run for it was Lucas and he elected to keep his mouth shut because he had become a bit attached to her after their long time together.
Now she is working in relative peace and solitude with blonde hair instead of black and thick glasses to hide her deep hazel eyes from intensive scrutiny. She also discovered a tribe of Indians that were more than happy to fill her needs for experimental purposes and her research continues today with great success.
THE END