Feature Writer: Amandablonde
Feature Title: FEMALE RAPE SQUAD
Published: 30.07.2018
Story Codes: Young, NC, Rape, Historical, Sadism, Torture
Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy.
Female Rape Squad
My grandmother Astrid served in the armed forces, initially on the eastern front in the second world war. She told me of some of her exploits. She was part of a female unit that operated at or near the front lines, hunting down enemy women and girls for the male soldiers to rape.
She was very proud of her work and the huge morale boost it gave the troops. She died recently but gifted me her diaries in her will. They are a treasure trove of information. I am translating them into English and plan to publish suitable excerpts.
Early August 1939
We have our uniforms. Very sexy. All black. Close fitting skirt and shirt. We are having several weeks of basic training. We are all volunteers, chosen for our good looks, athleticism and loyalty. I like the other girls very much. We are all very eager to begin active service.
The officers have shown us many films of foreign females being raped by men in uniform. It is very stimulating. We are permitted to masturbate as we watch. We all understand that raping a lesser person is not wrong. They exist for our use. We are meant to be their masters.
Our superiority gives us the right to take and use what we want. Our soldiers will need to release their sexual energies after battle if war comes. Rape has always been a feature of war and it is completely normal for the victors to rape the females of the vanquished.
The normal codes of civilisation are forgotten in such circumstances. Whatever our men want they should have. And it is our duty to anticipate their needs and to provide for them, in advance if possible. We are to locate enemy females and to secure them for our men to rape at their pleasure.
No enemy females are to be spared. The more attractive ones may be placed in front line brothels which our unit will run for the troops. Others will be terminated after the men are finished with them. This is practical. We cannot afford to keep that which we do not need. Some may be destroyed in the process of rape. The younger and weaker ones probably. We must allow ourselves to feel no sympathy. No remorse. Our officers have taught us these things. They have taught us well.
29 August 1939
We have been moved up close to the eastern frontier. There are reports of aggressive troop movements on the other side of the border. If our country is attacked they will learn the cost! We are accommodated in a country estate outside of Breslau. It is a beautiful place.
There is a lake we can swim in and in this glorious summer weather we swim naked. Last night we had a party with some very senior officers in black uniforms who came to visit. They are very handsome and charming men. I am very impressed with them.
We danced in the ballroom after dinner. I danced with a General who I cannot name as his movements are subject to strict secrecy. He told me of his wife and family and his love of our country and his unswerving loyalty to our leader. I was very attracted to him. He is tall and distinguished and blonde like me.
We walked hand in hand in the gardens in the moonlight after dancing and he kissed me and told me that he wanted to make love to me. Even though he is a married family man it seemed like the natural thing to do. Our most senior officers have such pressures on them and it is the duty of our women to support them in any way we can.
It is an honor for me to have sex with a wonderful man like that. In my room he removed my clothes and kissed me all over my body. He tied my hands above my head and my legs wide apart to the bottom of the bed. I found it very exciting.
As he entered me he told me in great detail what he would like to do to the first enemy woman or girl that he encounters. The combination of his words and the feeling of his penis moving roughly inside me and his fingers on my nipples and clitoris was just wonderful.
I reached climax several times. I made a vow that I would make his dream come true if I could. I would find a fresh young enemy girl for him and help him rape her to death. I held this thought in my mind as he orgasmed inside of me. It was such a treasured moment!
2 September 1939
It has happened. The fighting has begun. We are told that last night several of our border posts were attacked and since then our soldiers have been returning fire. There have been large numbers of troop transports passing through our location heading for the border.
We are under orders to ready ourselves for active service. We have been issued with side arms for personal protection and combat when necessary. We are all in an elevated state of nervous tension. It seems that the war we all feared was coming has indeed come. The consequences of this disaster will fall on the heads of our enemies.
6 September 1939
We have moved out of our base and are now being transported to the front. Secrecy demands that I cannot reveal our location or our destination. All along the road there are signs of recent fighting. We see burnt out vehicles and dead horses. Villages we pass through have been badly damaged. I saw several dead bodies today and a number of people fleeing the fighting.
One sight stuck in my mind. A woman and her daughter running naked through the fields near the road as we passed through a destroyed village. Several of our soldiers were chasing them. I asked if we could stop to help the soldiers but permission was refused. It would have delayed us reaching our objective but I was disappointed. It would have been a thrill to be in action helping our men to capture and deal with these enemy females.
I looked back as long as I could and I was gratified to see the pair were captured by our men and then disappeared from view. In the late afternoon we reached our destination. A good sized town. Quite a lot of material damage. Our military headquarters had been set up in the town hall and we went there for a briefing. One hundred soldiers who had been fighting hard for days have been given furlough. Most of the population of the town have fled. We are to secure any females for our soldiers to rape on their furlough.
Our commander received information from the secret police and we proceeded to a large building on the edge of town. The information was good. The building housed a Catholic orphanage for girls. Twenty girls were still in the building with five nuns. The nuns resisted our arrival and we had to kill them. Such is war. We secured the girls in the basement of the building and sent word that the place was secure and there were twenty girls available to service our troops.
Soon the transports arrived with our boys in high spirits. We welcomed them with great cheer. There was plenty of food and drink and then late in the night we led the men down to the basement. What followed remains vividly in my mind. Never have I seen anything so visceral, so erotic and so exciting. The men set upon the girl’s violently. Their cries and screams were music to my ears. They were all stripped naked and raped by multiple men at a time.
My eyes feasted on the sight of their tender young flesh being torn apart by so many rampant urgent penises. The attacks were so violent and most of the girls so undeveloped that only a few of them survived the night. We were on duty of course and only permitted to participle when invited to do so.
One of the older girls attempted to slip past us and escape but two of us wrestled her to the floor. We were permitted by the Commander to hold her down while six of our men took turns raping her. For me that was a highlight of the night. We arranged for the survivors to be shipped off in the morning to a brothel in the nearest city in the homeland. The commander of the mens’ unit reported that we had done an outstanding job and we were all given official commendations for our performance. Needless to say we are all beaming with pride. I am eagerly anticipating our next assignment.
Late September 1939
We have been kept very busy over the past weeks supplying women and girls to our troops. We set up a free whore house in the orphanage and ordered the local females to serve the soldiers there on a roster basis. We decorated the place nicely with rich red furnishings and erotic art works. We were short on women though so the juvenile females had to serve as well.
Virgins proved to be very popular with the troops, because of the tightness of their vaginas and because they were free of diseases. Regrettably, the younger the females, the less durable they proved to be and we have been constantly disposing of their remains. But now we have received wonderful news. Enemy resistance has collapsed and our forces have entered the enemy capital city. The fighting should be over soon.
This war may prove to be a brief one. We have new orders. We are to proceed to the secret police headquarters that has been set up in the capital city. We are to assist with the interrogation of female prisoners. This is most important work and we are all eager to travel there and commence these new duties.
The transports will come tomorrow and we are told the journey will take most of the day. We are all in high spirits and full of anticipation. The secret police have a dreaded reputation which I suspect is well deserved. We are all hopeful that we will have the opportunity to participate in the sexual torture of enemy females. That prospect is most exciting for us!
1 October 1939
We are off to the capital. As expected it takes all day and we are pleased to finally arrive. The city has sustained a lot of damage, mostly from aerial bombing. This shows how destructive modern warfare can be. Modern combat can be very impersonal and from a long distance. For myself I prefer hand to hand combat as they say.
That is why I volunteered for this work we do. We are accommodated in a hotel in the middle of town. It is most comfortable and we encounter many officers in the place. When we explain our mission their eyes light up and they want to make friends straight away! We laugh at this. Men are so predictable! Still I do choose an attractive young officer to take to bed with me. He is strong and lustful and meets my desires very well. He stays with me for the night but in the morning he is gone. I don’t mind that. I seek adventure and I am finding it.
2 October 1939
After breakfast we are taken to the secret police headquarters nearby. It is a large somber building. We are assembled in the foyer and salute as we are inspected by the Commander. He tells us that we are to report to the special investigations unit in the basement. It is there that enemy females are taken to be interrogated. We are placed under the command of a Major who leads the interrogations.
I am immediately attracted to him. He is tall and strong and I can tell he has a sadistic streak. I take every opportunity to smile for him and show him my figure. He takes me aside after lunch and asks if I would like to see some photographs of his interrogations.
I say yes of course. He takes me to his office and shows me a folder of photographs. These show naked women suspended from hooks through their bodies, women with needles through their nipples and genitals and very young girls being raped by men and women, including the Major. He asks me what is my reaction. I tell him I find the photographs very alluring and I am excited by them.
I tell him that I would like very much to help him in these things. He smiles and sits on the edge of his desk, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his trousers. He takes out his penis. I go to him and kneel. I take his penis in my mouth and suck on it. As I do so he tells me that a leader of the resistance has been captured and brought to this building. It is a woman.
He has also ordered the arrest of the woman’s daughter. I suck lovingly on his penis as he tells me that he would like me to help him torture the woman for information and to rape her daughter in front of her to break her will. I nod my head in eager agreement as I suck him to climax and swallow his semen. I am filled with desire and ask excitedly when we can begin.
He tells me that there is no rush. If I do well he will recommend me for promotion. In the meantime he asks me to disrobe and to masturbate for him as he shows me some pornography. I do as I am bid. Once I am naked he bids me sit in a chair and watch the wall.
He turns on a projector and moving images appear on the wall. There is no sound but the images are extraordinary. I have never seen such things before. I see women and girls with animals and some very graphic rape scenes of both women and young girls. As I watch I masturbate.
The Major watches and murmurs approval. His voice and the stimulation of my fingers and the images I see bring me to an orgasm in several minutes. I am unable to control my body which bucks and heaves in the chair as waves of lustful pleasure sweep over me. The Major is very pleased and tells me that I will do very well under his guidance. He bids me dress and report back to him the following day ready for the interrogation to begin.
3 October 1939
I report as ordered to the Major’s office in the morning. I salute him. He looks wonderful in his uniform and he compliments me on mine. The Major leads me to the basement interrogation room. It is empty. The Major picks up a telephone on the wall and orders that the resistance leader be brought in. In a few moments two male guards bring in a handsome woman around thirty years of age.
She is in civilian clothes and bears a defiant look. The major sits behind a desk and casually whips a flogger into one gloved hand. The woman is held facing him on the other side of the desk. I stand to one side of the woman. The Major tells her that resistance fighters face the death penalty as they are not protected by the Geneva Convention.
She says she is ready to die for her country. I am impressed with her bravery. The major continues undeterred. He demands the names of the people in her unit. She refuses. The Major looks at me and orders the woman stripped naked. I put on black leather gloves and go to the woman. I smile at her and rip open her white blouse. The bitch spits in my face! I slap her face several times. I take scissors and cut through her skirt, tearing it from her body. I pull off her shoes and expensive silk stockings. Now there is just her bra and knickers. I look to the Major who smiles and nods. I roughly rip off these remaining items and the woman is naked.
The Major orders the woman tied down on an examination table. The guards drag her over to the table and tie her down. The Major whispers to me and gestures to some electrical cables on the wall. I walk over and examine them. One end is connected to an electrical switch and the other end holds a small metal clamp. As the woman glares at me I apply clamps to her nipples and clitoris. The Major tells me to switch on the electrical current and stand away.
As soon as I turn on the current the woman bucks and screams. It is most satisfying. The Major orders me to turn off the power. He then demands again the names of the resistance members. She refuses and I zap her for a full minute. The Major asks again. Again she refuses. On the third refusal the Major picks up the phone and orders that the girl be brought in. The door opens and a young dark haired girl is brought in by another guard.
The woman immediately starts shouting abuse. Clearly, she did not know we had her daughter! The Major orders me to strip the girl. I smile and advance on her. The woman is struggling and shouting. As the guard holds the girl I roughly strip her clothes from her petite body. Her chest is flat and she has no pubic hair. Smiling, I run a gloved hand over her genitals. The Major stands and walks to us. He stands next to me and faces the girl. Taking my cue I unbutton his fly and take out his penis with my gloved hand. I look at the woman and smile as I caress the Major’s penis.
This has the desired effect. The woman breaks. Sobbing, she begs us to not harm her daughter. The Major demands the names again. The woman agrees to tell him if he promises to let her daughter go. The Major agrees. I take up a pencil and paper. The woman recites a list of names.
The Major demands addresses. She hesitates, then gives an address for most of the names. The assures us that is all she knows. There is a pause, then the major orders a trolley with a flat top brought over. He orders the girl tied atop the metal flat top right next to the woman.
She howls, “You monster, you promised to release my daughter!”
The Major responds that promises to inferiors do not need to be kept. Two guards tie the girl to the trolley with her slender legs tied wide apart. The Major positions the trolley right next to the woman’s face and orders the guards to hold it steady. He moves in between the girl’s legs.
I go to the side and I reach over, fondling the Major’s penis with my black leather gloved hand. I hold his now fully erect penis at the entrance to the girl’s immature vagina. The woman is howling and tries to look away. The guards turn and hold her head, forcing her to watch. As I continue to hold his penis, the Major begins to force it inside the girl. She screams and shudders as the Major uses all his strength to rip open the girl’s vagina.
With my fingers I caress the underside of the Major’s penis and also caress his testicles. The woman is moaning in disbelief and the Major destroys her precious daughter, ripping her open on the inside with his penis. He uses it as a weapon. I am very excited and ask permission to masturbate. The Major nods agreement as he focuses on his task.
My gloved fingers disappear down my pants as I pleasure myself watching this glorious rape. The Major begins to move more swiftly as the girl’s blood lubricates her vagina. He shows her no mercy as he punishes her with his penis. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lapses into unconsciousness from the pain. The Major approaches his climax and looks at me.
My face is a mask of lust as I am masturbating furiously. He laughs aloud and orgasms inside the prone, unconscious girl. I orgasm as well, bucking my hips into my pleasuring fingers. The woman is sobbing uncontrollably. The Major stands back and adjusts his uniform. He orders the guards to clean up and remove the two females back to the cells. Then he smiles at me and takes my arm, escorting me back to his office. He is such a gentleman! I think I may be falling in love!
Late October 1939
Things are settling down here in the capital. The names and addresses revealed by the woman we interrogated led to twelve initial arrests and since then upwards of one hundred resistance members have been detected and liquidated. The woman herself was released under surveillance with her daughter to see if she would lead us to any more resistance people. This is an excellent outcome.
The major recommended me for promotion and I have been informed that before this month is out I can expect to receive papers promoting me to the rank of corporal. I am very proud and grateful to the major. In private he permits me now to call him by his first name: Kurt. I like Kurt very much and we have enjoyed intimacy together many times over the past few weeks.
I particularly enjoy a game we play together. He telephones his wife and children at home and I crawl under his desk and take out his penis. While he chats to his wife and the little ones I suck lustfully on his penis. It is our little secret that I can only reveal in these pages. It is perverse I know but it pleases him and makes me excited as well.
We have a general government of occupation now in these conquered territories. The fighting has ended. Our good friends the Russians have seen to that by occupying huge tracts of land to the east of here. I hate communists but I understand we must be friends with them while they support us against our enemies.
Now things in the capital have become more orderly we have opened a brothel in the hotel we occupy. The local women and girls have been conscripted to provide their services. We pay them a pittance and our troops attend for free. It is a good arrangement and is very positive for morale. The local men have to pay commercial rates of course on their allocated days when our troops are absent.
Kurt has asked me to move in with him in his officers accommodation. I have declined. I do not want to leave my comrades in my squad and I enjoy supervising things in the brothel. I don’t think that I am ready for a committed relationship. I am living an adventurous life and I am not ready to settle down. However I have agreed to go home with Kurt at Christmas so I can meet his wife and children. I am curious to meet them after hearing them so often on the telephone.
Christmas 1939
It seemed strange to travel northeast to our homeland from the enemy capital. I am from Hamburg so to me it seems I have already travelled a long way east. I have come to Konigsberg with Kurt for Christmas and we are staying with his wife and children in their beautiful home. They must be quite wealthy as it is a large and well built home in the suburbs of the city. There is a lake and park nearby.
Kurt introduced me to his wife Ulrike as his colleague with no family to go to and she accepted that. She is a handsome woman but there is no badness in her and I can see why Kurt looks elsewhere to feed his dark desires. The two children are charming and we have had much fun singing carols and walking in the snow. The lake is frozen and we have been ice skating several times.
The children are good skaters and can skate for hours if allowed. We opened gifts on Christmas Eve and drank spiced hot wine. Kurt gave me a book which had the cover of ‘Man and Superman’ by Nietzsche but inside it was pure pornography by the Marquis de Sade. I smiled to myself about that and read it in bed each night as I masturbate. It is hard to find a sexual outlet with Ulrike around.
She lets me bathe the children but I dare not do anything untoward. On Christmas Eve very late Kurt did furtively push me up against a wall and copulate with me quickly and strongly but it was only a moment’s release. We have to be secretive in his home. I complained about this to Kurt and he promised to take me to his officers club on New Years Eve. I am looking forward to this very much as I urgently want to have sex with some lusty soldiers. I am counting the days to New Years Eve!
31 December 1939
The New Years Eve party was just wonderful, even better than I expected. The officers club met in Konigsberg Castle, a huge old edifice in the middle of the city. There was champagne and music and much good humour. I would guess that their would have been over a hundred officers there, all in dress uniforms. They all looked very splendid.
I wore my uniform as well and Kurt introduced me to many of the officers. When I explained what my unit did a very senior officer suggested that we should go in the private party in the dungeon of the castle. This was very exciting for me. An escort took us down to the dungeons and opened a locked door. On the other side an orgy was in progress.
There were semi dressed officers and nude or semi nude women and girls drinking, dancing and making love on couches spread around. The smell of sex was all around. Three officers approached me and Kurt and began mauling my body. I made no resistance and the four of them soon had me stripped naked. Kurt held me down on a sofa as one by one the officers had their way with me.
It felt wonderful to be forced in that way by a group of men and the feeling of their throbbing penises pounding into me urgently felt wonderful. I loved the feeling of my hair being pulled and strong hands on my breasts and vulva. Soon more men joined our circle and I found myself facing more penises thrust into my face. I sucked as many as I could and soon my face and body were covered in a fine sheen of semen. I have never felt so desired.
I orgasmed several times, which drew loud cheers from the men all around me. This went on for some time but eventually the pace slackened off. I was able to sit on the couch naked and covered in semen with men piled on either side of me. It was at this point when we could hear a clock striking midnight that songs of good cheer rang out all through the castle and we welcomed in the new year with loud pledges of loyalty to the fatherland.
At that moment a General who I had not seen before climbed onto a chair and proposed the sacrifice of an enemy girl to our cause. Their were loud cheers of assent. The general looked at me and another naked female officer and asked if we would help him bring the girl out. We consented to more cheering and followed the General into a storage room.
There we found a hessian sack which moved. The other woman and I raised the sack and carried the struggling form behind the general into the main room. There were more cheers as we entered and dumped the sack on a rug in the middle of the room. The General passed a sword to me and I set to work tearing the sack open. There were gasps and then loud shouts of pure animal lust as the crowd saw what was inside the sack.
When the hessian sacking was pulled away what was revealed was a young dark haired girl, dressed in her school uniform. The General announced that she was a gift of a school in Konigsberg although she was not one of us. Her parents were not aryan and the school principal decided to remove her as an enemy alien and donate her to the officer’s club for tonight’s celebrations.
The General motioned to me and the other naked woman who had carried the girl into the room to get her on her feet. We hauled her upright by her armpits and held her securely. The General asked the assembled crowd what we should do with her.
“Strip her and rape her,” came the chorus of replies.
“Very good, then begin,” shouted the General.
He motioned three more naked women over and instructed them to strip the girl while my accomplice and I held her securely. They set to work with a will, tearing the girl’s uniform to pieces and ripping the shreds of clothing from her body. The girl screamed and attempted to struggle which did her no good but which excited the assembled crowd of eager watchers, both men and women. They shouted lewd suggestions as the remnants of the girl’s clothing were torn from her, leaving her trembling and naked as the day she was born.
The General then handed whips to the three women who had stripped the girl and invited them to whip the girl together. The women needed no further encouragement. Their lust was up, and they set to work with passion, raising their whips and lashing the girl’s tender body with brutal strokes, as my accomplice and I stretched her arms wide and held her tight.
The girl screamed appealingly with each blow, and the whips brought up big welts on her skin. The crowd howled with delight, the women stroking the penises of the watching men. All were eager for the rape to begin, but the whipping went on and on, until the girl sank semi conscious to the floor. The General then approached with a bucket of water and threw it over her, bringing her back with a start to her torment.
The General directed us to drag the girl to one end of the room, where a wooden crate had been draped with our national flag, one of many which adorned the walls of the dungeon. We lay the girl down on her back on the flag, and two of the female whippers held her legs wide open, while my accomplice and I continued to hold her arms. Then the General began calling the officers forward in order of rank to rape the girl one by one. This would be a symbolic patriotic act, as the flag attested.
The officers disrobed and the first stood between the girl’s legs. Two more naked women, their bodies caked with semen, took up position on either side of the officer and caressed his penis, making him hard and ready for battle. They stroked him until he waved them away, and without warning plunged his penis into the girl savagely.
She screamed and her body thrashed in the tight grip of us four women holding her down. The officer then rammed his penis into the girl with terrible violence for several minutes, and gave the salute to the General as he climaxed, his right arm outstretched. This was really exciting for me and the other women to watch, and we were breathing heavily, our vaginas dripping with arousal. I really wanted to touch myself, but I could not as I was fully engaged in holding the girl down.
The girl had bled from the first assault, and this assisted the officers who came after. Each in turn was caressed to hardness and then plunged into the girl, making her body quiver and shudder with each stroke. There were fifty officers in the room, including the general, and all but he had his turn savagely raping the girl.
The General was not left out however. As he watched his mistress, who I was told is a famous movie actress, walked to him naked and knelt at his feet. She opened his trousers and took out his penis, caressing it and taking it into her mouth. The General continued taking the salute as each officer climaxed.
He returned each salute with his right arm, while his left hand rested on the back of his mistress’s head, caressing her long, blonde hair. I had never before seen a woman so beautiful. Her body was perfect, like a goddess, and her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.
She worshipped the General’s penis, and continued to make love to it with her fingers and her mouth as he watched each rape and took each salute. I learned later that the general had secured her first job with the movie studio, and that she made many propaganda movies, as well as private pornographic movies for the leaders of the ruling party.
As each rape was completed, the officers began ejaculating over the girl’s body more than inside her as her vagina was stretched and oozing semen. Soon she was covered in a layer of milky semen. The girl lapsed into unconsciousness again. Her body was limp by the time the last officer ejaculated. The General then ejaculated into the face of his mistress, and scooped up his semen from her cheeks, feeding it to her from his fingers. She took it greedily and laughed in delight, as the crowd of watchers applauded.
The General then gave the girl over to us women to pleasure ourselves with. We dragged the girl’s body off the crate and onto a thick rug on the floor. She quickly disappeared under a heaving mass of naked female forms as we used our bodies to smear ourselves with the semen that covered her.
We rubbed our clitorises on the girl and on each over as we drove ourselves to a frenzy of lustful pleasure. The girl was completely smothered and unable to breathe. We cared nothing for that of course and focussed on our own orgasms as one by one we brought each other to climax. Eventually we were left a pile of twitching naked satiated whores with the girl’s body buried deep beneath us. I had never before experienced such intense pleasure.
The party wound down then. We cleaned ourselves up and put our uniforms back on. The General had the body of the girl removed and disposed of. We wished each other final greetings for the new year and then left the castle. Kurt took my arm and escorted me to his car, before we drove back to his home. We spoke little as we still processed in our minds the sexual intensity of the evening. The sun was already up and the new day had begun. I thought to myself, if this was how the new year was to be then it would be a very good year indeed!
28 February 1940
I was given extended leave after New Year, as were all of my female comrades in our squad. I returned home to my family in Hamburg and awaited further orders. The fighting in the east has finished and there is no fighting in the west. Although we are technically still at war it is all phoney. To all intents and purposes this war is over it seems. This leaves me somewhat wistful. I really enjoyed my active service and now what will I do with myself? It is rather boring at home with my family. I miss Kurt and the other male officers. I miss the great fun we had. It is cold and wet here and the cold gnaws at my bones. I suppose I shall begin another officially approved book.
15 March 1940
I have new orders! We are to assemble in two weeks in Lubeck for an operation in Scandinavia! Oh joy! I am so happy. The details of our mission have not been revealed but our unit is being re-assembled and that means active service once again. I long to see my comrades again. I am a bundle of bouncing excitement! Even better is that my promotion has been confirmed. I am now officially a corporal!
6 April 1940
Our unit has reassembled at an army barracks in Lubeck. We are unfortunately segregated from the male soldiers for moral reasons and to keep our minds on our duties. There are many troops in town and rumours that they will move soon into Denmark and Norway. The British have violated the neutrality of Norway by mining its harbours and so it seems the war will extend to Scandinavia. We must move soon before the British do more harm.
We have received a full briefing at the barracks. We are to proceed very soon to Copenhagen to open a sex resort there for military and political leaders as well as the regular troops. We do not expect any resistance from the Danes. We are to seek the cooperation of the local women to work at the resort. It will comprise sex clubs for officers and regular soldiers, a normal brothel, a film studio for the production of pornography and a secure facility for the rape and sexual torture of any resistance operatives encountered.
We are all excited about this new mission, which may extend to Norway and even Sweden and Finland if circumstances permit. I asked our instructor about the actress (Heidi) I met at Konigsberg Castle on New Years Eve and queried whether she might make movies at the facility in Copenhagen. She responded that she may well, and that she had made many pornographic movies for the party leaders.
I aksed if it was possible to see one and as luck would have it our instructor was able to secure one which we all watched together last night in the assembly hall. It was called ‘Traitor’s End’ and told the story of a young girl of weak character who falls in with foreign spies to work against the party and nation.
Heidi is her mother and when she finds out what her daughter has been doing she considers disciplining her herself but decides it is her duty to turn her daughter over to the secret police. Heidi tells her daughter they are going out to lunch but instead takes her to the secret police headquarters. Heidi makes her report and is rewarded by being permitted to watch the interrogation of her daughter.
Heidi masturbates as she watches the girl being stripped, electrocuted, whipped, having sharp objects inserted into her and finally being brutally gang raped. The fact of her own mother being present and enjoying her daughter’s defilement breaks the girl’s will and she reveals all of her information to the secret police.
The movie ends with Heidi being given a new apartment and having an orgy with the secret police officers. All of our unit watching this movie were highly aroused and when we got back to our dormitory we had our own orgy of sorts; a lesbian affair with fingers, tongues and devices taking the place of penises. We continued for much of the night and our commander turned a blind eye. She knew we were getting ourselves in the mood for our new mission.
15 April 1940
Our mission is going perfectly to plan. Our troops have occupied Copenhagen and we followed right on their heels. There has been no resistance. Our forces have commandeered a delightful building next to the main royal palace to set up our sex club.
Our unit is being kept very busy interviewing women who want to work there. We have been overwhelmed by the response of the local girls! I am so impressed with them. We have had enquiries from other parts of Scandinavia as well, especially Sweden and Finland but the motivation is different. While many girls want to do this work for the money or to show loyalty to our cause, the local Danish girls want to do it just for the pure fun of it! I really like that attitude.
There have been so many applications that we are having to turn away the older and plainer women, although some have found work in administration and other functions. So we have a huge number of young and beautiful women and girls for the sex roles. Many local mothers have even brought their daughters with them, such is the enthusiasm for our operation.
We have been instructed not to impose any minumun age limitation and we know not to ask inappropriate questions. The only problem we have encountered is that there are no resistance women to torture and rape. With luck we may be able to catch some foreign spies and then we will have some fun with them!
9 May 1940
Our preparations are complete and the sex facility is open for business! We have two sex clubs operating, one for officers and one for enlisted troops. They offer strip tease, music and dancing, alcohol service, lap dancing and pornographic movies.
The brothel is right next to the enlisted men’s club and is doing a brisk trade. Even the pornographic film studio is ready for action. We were honoured to have a visit from the general from Konigsberg and his mistress Heidi who officially opened the studio.
Heidi looked stunning in a figure hugging white silk gown and very high heels. She brought with her a huge Great Dane dog which she told me with a wink was going to star with her in the first movie to be made in the studio. I really hope that I am permitted to watch the making of that movie! We got something of a taste of it this evening when Heidi consented to perform at the officers sex club.
She came on stage dressed in a close fitting red gown and danced to seductive music as she slowly and sexually stripped for the watching officers, which included the general in the front row. Once she was naked Heidi displayed her genitals for the men and posed in one erotic pose after another.
Her genitals were free of hair, just like a young girl! Finally she went down on all fours and kneeled with her legs wide apart. She placed her face on the floor and raised her bottom high up. Two girls then led on stage the Great Dane dog to wild applause. The dog was well trained and put his front paws on Heidi’s shoulders as his red dog penis emerged from its sheath. The girls reached under the dog and stroked his penis until it was hard and then guided it to Heidi’s shaven vagina.
The dog snarled and pushed forward, his penis disappearing into Heidi’s vagina. There was much appause as Heidi took that dog inside her and moaned in pleasure, her bottom pusing back against the dog for more penetration. Heidi reached back with both hands to stimulate her clitoris as the dog forced himself into her quite violently, barking and snarling.
The more savage it became, the more Heidi seemed to enjoy it! Her face was pressed hard into the stage floor and turned towards the audience. She smiled and winked at the general watching. Finally the dog let out a howl and climaxed.
His penis remained in Heidi’s vagina for some time because of the knot around it. Heidi used this time to bring herself to orgasm with her fingers, and she shreiked in theatrical lust as she orgasmed. The watching officers gave her a standing ovation when at last she stood and bowed and led the dog off stage, waving to her admirers!
20 May 1940
Well I was completely wrong about the war being over. It has spread to the west with fierce fighting in the low countries and France. This is good news for me and my unit.
The Northern High Command was so impressed with my work in Copenhagen that I have been promoted to Major and put in command of the unit. I am overwelmed with joy and pride. We are still based in Copenhagen.
Plans to expand our operation here to other Scandinavian countries have been put on hold because of developments elsewhere. If the western campaign goes well I expect, based on a top secret briefing I have received, to be issued with new orders for the unit to relocate to Paris! What an honour that would be, to preside over new brothels in the city of light!
I pray for our brave troops and hope that soon we can bring them much pleasure in Paris. In the meantime there is still work to do here in Copenhagen, including opening a dungeon room in the brothel for rape play and similar diversions for our brave boys.
30 May 1940
Wonderful news! Our enemies are routed and we are chasing them onto the beaches of Normandy. The French are all but beaten and the British will drown or be forced to surrender. Next stop Paris! Here in Copenhagen we have celebrated our victories with the gang rape of an English nurse captured behind our lines in Norway. She was at risk of being shot as a spy as she was out of uniform but instead she was brought to our sex club and given to me to deal with.
I invited all the senior officers who were available last night and we had a sexy party in the officers’ club. The local girls crowded in to watch as we dragged in the pretty young English nurse with her peaches and cream complexion and her red hair tossing as she pleaded for release.
Four of the women from our unit held the girl while I stripped her roughly on the stage of the club. The watching officers cheered us on. Once we had her naked we held her down on a mattress on stage and I invited the officers to set upon her as violently as possible with only two conditions: the rape must be as prolonged and degrading as possible! The officers drew lots for the honour of the first rape.
Four men took the girl as we women all held her. One slipped in underneath and took her anally while a second took her vagina. A third plunged his penis down the girl’s throat and the last masturbated over her breasts. The watching officers and prostitutes sang the Horst Wessel song with great gusto during the rape.
When it was done we encouraged the four officers to whip the girl as we held her, before the next group of men took their turn. She screamed and struggled in a most exciting manner which added to our fun I must say. If we invade England this is precisely what their women can expect from our soldiers! The gang rape went on for most of the night until the girl was rendered senseless and our beloved officers were all spent.
I offered each one a bed in our brothel until the morning with the company of one of our enthusiastic and skilful young Danish prostitutes. I am happy to say they all accepted. The English nurse I had sent to the main city prison to be finished off there by the depraved sex offenders who are kept confined there. It amuses me to give those base men a treat from time to time.
And so now it is time to begin to pack up ready for our journey to Paris. I am excited by the thought of putting those filthy French girls to work in our cause! The city has not yet been captured but is must only be a matter of a week or two at most. We have orders to be ready to travel by 14 June, so we must turn over things here to local operatives to continue our good work in our name. Fortunately the locals are very supportive so I have few fears on the score!
21 June 1940
The French have capitulated and I am in the city of light! Paris is just as exciting as I dreamed it would be. We arrived a few days ago and have taken over quarters on the Place Pigalle, not far from the Moulin Rouge. There is absolutely no need to open a new brothel in this city.
There are dozens of exquisite and luxurious establishments called ‘closed houses’ that cater for every taste. Some have even hosted royalty in the past. I have promised the proprietors a golden age for their establishments and they are only too keen to cooperate. Already our troops who have been here for a week are enjoying the delights of these filthy depraved French women. There is nothing they will not do if the price is right and my unit subsidises the establishments we favour to ensure that even the lowliest soldier can get whatever he fancies.
Today I received most secret information. The Leader is to make a surprise visit to Paris on Bastille Day. His enterage wants to visit the most luxurious brothel in the city and it is my job to make it happen. The Leader of course will not visit a brothel. He is celibate and devotes all of his energies to the homeland and the war effort. But there is much to do to ensure that the brothel visit for the military commanders goes off without a hitch. Security is a major concern so I am careful not to tell the proprietor of the place too much. Just that we are commandeering the place for the day on Bastille Day for some special visitors.
14 July 1940
What a day. The Leader made his visit to the city early and I did not see him. I have been kept very busy making arrangements for the visit of the high command to our best brothel. A dozen military leaders, including a Field Marshall made the visit and for the most part it went smoothly. They watched a dance show and then paired off with the best girls I could provide.
It was when I was introducing the military governor of Paris to the woman he chose that it happened. The bitch produced a knife from under her skirt and lunged at him. She was aiming for his throat and would surely have killed him had my reflexes not been quick. I grabbed her wrist with my left hand and forced her arm away.
Then with my right hand I pulled out my trusty Luger and shot the bitch clean through the heart! That was the end of her! The governor was shocked but very grateful to me that I had saved his life. I eased his nerves by having a young trainee girl suck on his penis under my supervision. The little thing has learned her craft well and the Governor was soon back to his normal vicious self. He ordered half the staff to be interrogated for information about the attack. I will never see those women again I know that!
22 July 1940
Amazing news. The Governor recommended me for a bravery award for saving his life. Today I received official word that the high command has decided that I should receive the iron cross first class with oak leaves! What an honor!
But that is only half of it, dear diary. What rocked me is the news that the Leader himself is to present the award to me personally. Personally! My God! I have to travel to his private villa in the upper Salzburg region to receive it. I am stunned by the news. The Leader! In person!
30 July 1940
I was pleased to receive an invitation to dinner from the Paris Governor at his official residence. The invitation was an additional expression of gratitude for saving his life but it gave me an opportunity to prepare to meet the Leader as the Governor had met him several times. I arrived dressed formally in my uniform.
I was stunned to be greeted at the door by a naked adolescent boy. He told me that he and a number of his comrades form the Party youth organisation known as the ‘HJ’ were on duty to wait on guests at the dinner and they were all required to be naked in the official residence.
I had heard stories about the Governor’s deviant sexual proclivities and it seemed they were true. The boy escorted me into a reception hall and invited me to sit. In a few moments he returned with a beautiful woman, also naked except for jewellery strung around her waist, neck and shoulders.
She sported a huge emerald in her navel. Her vagina was shaven. She introduced herself as the French mistress of the Governor and explained that everyone at the dinner would be naked. She asked me to accompany the youth to a changing room and to disrobe there. I followed the boy to the changing room and was delighted to find five of his youthful comrades waiting there.
They began to undress me and to fold and put away my uniform. When I was naked I posed for the boys and admired their hard erections. They allowed me to caress them and kiss them and one of the boys knelt and gave my vagina a fine licking with his tongue.
I reached climax several times while playing with those delicious young males. It was blissful! Eventually however it was time to join the rest of the guests. We found them in the reception room, all naked and happily chatting together. I suppose that there would have been thirty people there.
I greeted the Governor and his mistress and thanked them for their hospitality. They were most gracious and invited all the guests to enjoy their meal. We all walked into the main dining room and there were tables laden with the most extravagant food. What was truly amazing was that the food was displayed on the naked bodies of female HJ members, all beautiful adolescent girls. We all pawed their bodies as we served ourselves from them and some guests took the opportunity to fondle the girl’s genitals. It was absolutely the most decadent party I had been to.
I took the Governor aside and asked him what I should do when I met the Leader. He gave me good advice, telling me to only speak when I am spoken to and to keep my responses short. He suggested that I say ‘yes my Leader’ or ‘no my Leader’ if that would suffice. On no account was I to disagree with anything the Leader said and I should remain formal and to attention unless the Leader asked otherwise.
The evening concluded with a sex demonstration by the HJ on the serving tables. The boys and girls went at each other enthusiastically amid the remains of the food and we guests were invited to join them. The Governor and his mistress led the way, he forcing himself roughly on the greasy body of a young girl, while his mistress rode the penis of a blonde haired blue eyed boy. At one point I had three boys inside me at once, as I was stretched out on a tray of meat, which I must say I enjoyed very much. It was a truly delightful evening and I now feel a little more relaxed and confident about my upcoming meeting with the Leader.
18 August 1940
So finally the time has come to meet the Leader. I confess I am still terrified! I received my travel instructions a week ago and today I took a late train from Paris to Munich. It was a long journey but I was given a first class ticket and enjoyed the comfort of a sleeping berth. The gentle rocking rhythm of the train, aided by a glass or two of Jagermeister, lolled me to sleep and I slept well, dreaming of many of the events that I have recorded in these pages.
19 August 1940
It was still quite early when the trained pulled into Central Station in Munich. The sun was up, however, and I had a coffee and croissant in the dining car. I was met on the platform by my military escort, a handsome senior officer. We saluted each other and he escorted me outside to the street where an unmarked staff car was waiting for us with a driver at the wheel and two motorcyclists in front.
I felt very special! We set off at once and had to travel for several more hours towards Salzburg. We did not go to Salzburg, however. We turned off onto an unmarked road and went through a large army checkpoint. Then the road climbed up and up. It seemed to go up for ever but finally we reached the front of a large villa perched on the mountainside, affording stupendous views over the mountains of the upper Salzburg ranges.
It was a perfect balmy late summer day and once we alighted I enjoyed the view from a huge patio at the front of the villa. The view took my breath away. There was little time for sightseeing, however. My escort handed me over to another officer who announced that he is an aide to the Leader and would be responsible for me during my stay. We saluted and he took me inside. It was lunch time and I was offered a light meal. I was so nervous I could eat little but I was struck by the fact that the food was all vegetarian with no alcohol. I had heard that the Leader has strict diatary rules and this confirmed it.
After lunch I was given time to freshen up and I ensured my full dress uniform was spic and span. The ceremony was fixed for 3.00 PM. At 2.50 PM precisely the aide came to collect me and we walked together to a set of fine oak doors. We stood and waited. At 3.00 PM precisely the doors opened and I saw two soldiers holding them.
The aide and I snapped to attention and we were commanded to enter. I saw a group of people in front of me. My mind was a blur and I struggled to focus. I recognised the Minister of Propaganda and saw a camera off to one side with its camerawoman recording the event. I learned later that the woman was the famous Leni Riefenstahl. Such an honour! And then right in front of me, I saw the Leader, standing and dressed in a brown uniform with our national symbol on his sleeve.
I took a deep breath and marched forward, stopping three paces in front of the Leader and saluted. I announced my appearance in a loud strong voice and saluted the Leader again. Then the Leader spoke. He recalled my bravery in saving the life of the Paris Governor and confirmed that I was to receive the Iron Cross First Class with oakleaves.
I was commanded to step forward which I did, saluting a third time. The Leader turned to his right where the aide held a red cushion on which the medal lay. The Leader took it and smiled at me, fixing it right under my chin in front of my collar. He then paused, and put both hands on my shoulders. I stated that I was an example to our nation and that I exemplified the best of aryan womanhood. What followed shook me.
The Leader on the spot promoted me to the rank of general with full command over all female special auxiliary units in the army and with responsibility for operating rest and recreation centres for our troops. The Leader kept his hands on my shoulders and put his face next to mine.
He whispered to me, “I know of your exploits. All of them. You have done very well and I want you to continue in the same way. The morale of our forces depends on it.” He then kissed me formally on the cheek and looked hard at me. He said quietly, for my ears only, “You remind me of somebody. Somebody very dear to me. You will stay for dinner and remain here overnight. I will send Eva to attend to you.”
The Leader then stood back and I saluted for the final time. I was dismissed and marched out of the room to the anteroom, the heavy oak doors closing behind me. It was only then that the enormity of what had just happened crashed in on me. I was shaking involuntarily.
A General? Full command of female auxiliaries and rest and recreation centres? Dinner with the Leader? Saying overnight? And who did I remind the Leader of. And who is Eva? All these questions were a cocophany in my brain as my body continued to shake. I was rescued by the aide who came to my side and shook my hand.
He invited me to take tea on the terrace, which I gratefully did. The late afternoon sun bathed me in golden light and the tea helped calm me. Something wonderful was happening. I gazed out at the sensational mountain view, thinking on what this evening would bring.
After spending some time on the patio taking tea, the aide called a maid who escorted me to the room that was to be mine for the night. It was a simple room with a small window, and a comfortable single bed. Laid out in the bed was an ivory evening gown of satin, and delicious black high heeled shoes.
Obviously I was to wear this to the dinner. If there had been any doubt it was dispelled when a beautiful woman knocked and entered. She introduced herself as Eva, and told me that she was the personal assistant to the Leader. As I was to find later, she is rather more than that. The public persona of the Leader is that of a celebate man, but the truth is different.
Eva told me that I would be seated on the right hand of the Leader, and that she would be seated on the left. There would be other guests, including some senior military and political leaders. I was to attend the dining room at 6.30 PM sharp. And so, at the appointed time, I was escorted by a maid to the dining room, where I was relieved to find that cocktails were being served.
So the ban on alcohol only applied to periods of official duties. I was told, however, that smoking was not permitted in the Leader’s presence, and that no meat would be served. I made the most of the cocktails, and chatted with the other guests, which included the Air Force Marshall. He is a rather stout man, but charming. He told me privately that he wished to visit one of my brothels, which I promised to arrange.
A small bell sounded at 7.00 PM and we took our seats. I was nervous once again, being seated right next to the Leader, but he was dressed now in civilian clothes and seemed in good spirits. He told me that the British had refused to make peace and that our Air Force would bomb them into submission.
The Air Force Marshall heartily agreed. I asked the Leader if, once the British were defeated, a lasting peace could be achieved. He paused and said that I had asked a very good question with strategic implications. He told me that our country still required ‘living room’ in the east, which may ultimately bring us into conflict with our ally, the Soviet Union.
He then put his hand on my knee, leant over to me and said quietly, “If there is renewed war in the east, you my dear will have much work to do!”
I felt a thrill of excitement go through my whole body and smiled back, nodding.
The dinner was otherwise formal and to my taste not delicious. There was small talk but little else. At 8.30 PM the Leader stood and announced that he would retire. He then looked at me and suggested that I do the same. I stood at once and made my farewells to the other guests. The Leader then escorted Eva through a private exit and I was escorted back to my room.
It could not have been more than thirty minutes later that there was a knock on my door. I was lying on my bed still fully dressed. It was Eva. She carried a young girl’s night dress and asked me to put it on and follow her. I did as I was bid. Eva explained that I reminded the Leader of his beloved niece Geli who died in tragic circumstances some years back. The night dress was hers. It was a little tight on me but I could bear it.
Eva told me just to follow the Leader’s instructions. I took a deep breath and followed Eva into the Leader’s private bedroom. We found him seated on a couch near a large double bed. He was dressed only in a bathrobe. The Leader smiled at me and opened his bathrobe. I noticed with surprise that his penis was circumcised, but I placed no great significance in that. The foreskin is sometimes removed for health reasons or for appearance sake.
The Leader called me ‘Geli’ and instructed me to go down on all fours and crawl to him. I did so and as I crawled to him I saw Eva disrobe and move to the couch beside the Leader. Eva took the Leader’s penis in her hands and caressed it, making it hard. When I had reached the couch it was fully erect.
The Leader then instructed me to say ‘hello’ to ‘uncle’ as I ‘always did’. Eva fed me his penis and I took it into my mouth, sucking on the head and licking the shaft.
The Leader lay back, sighing in pleasure, murmuring, “Geli, Geli, Geli.”
Eva put her hands on the back of my head, forcing it down on the Leader’s penis, and calling me a ‘very good little girl’. The whole scene was strange, but still exciting. I sucked eagerly on the Leader’s penis, filled with feelings of adoration and lust. I worshipped his penis and, when he ejaculated, I swallowed deeply.
His semen was precious to me and I did not waste a single drop. There was silence for some moments afterwards and then Eva bent forward.
She kissed me lightly on the cheek and whispered, “Well done.”
Eva then escorted me back to my room and made me promise never to tell a soul what happened this night. And I have kept my promise dear diary, save for these pages. I went to bed and slept deeply, dreaming of a young girl who looked like me being violently raped by the Leader as Eva held the girl down. The girl screamed in pain and terror as she was savagely raped. I woke in a sweat in darkness and had to masturbate myself to orgasm, before I could once again fall asleep.
Christmas 1940
It feels a little like last year, although I am at home in Hamburg with my family rather than in the east. Since the end of the fighting in France the war has settled down to air and naval battles with the British. Who knows where that will all end? We are bombing them heavily and the propaganda ministry continues to assure us that the British will be bombed and starved into submission. Perhaps so but as the months go on with little change I find myself thinking: perhaps not.
I express my doubts here in these pages but not to others. That would be unpatriotic. I spend my time attending to my new duties as general in charge of rest and recreation for our fighting men. The brothels in Paris are very popular but they require little input from me, as the French are reliable and run them well. Our brothel and sex club in Copenhagen continues to attract a great deal of custom and I do have direct overight of the management of it. In addition I have opened clubs for the party elite in Berlin, Frankfurt, Hamburg and Munich.
These are small scale and very exclusive establisments offering bespoke entertainment for our VIP guests. I visited the Hamburg club this week to oversee the Christmas celebrations. It is located close to the Reeperbahn where the street walkers ply their trade. I enjoy watching them. I find I have a taste for the dark underbelly of society! But our club, Salon Kitty, is luxurious and exclusive. Our guests can have any kind of girl they wish for any purpose they wish.
We have a steady supply of expendable females for those guests with violent tastes, and other girls of all ages to suit the most discerning man. I have installed one way glass in some of the rooms where I and select guests can watch what our customers do with the girls. Just the other night I enjoyed the company of the Hamburg party leader to watch his deputy savagely rape and kill a young teen gypsy girl, who was, of course expendable.
The only pity was that we did not have the facility to film the rape and murder. The party leader and I were naked as we watched secretly and pleasured each other with our fingers, tongues and lips as we saw the young girl’s body abused and destroyed. This is what I love about our new society. It gives those who rule complete freedom to live our lives as we wish and to give substance to every desire we have, no matter how dark it may seem.
I embrace my role of providing facilities to promote and support our party and political leaders, as well as our military, as they live out all of their deepest and darkest desires. I especially enjoy seeing the young and innocent girls from socially undesirable backgrounds sexually exploited for the pleasure of our men. I will promote and support this above all else!
THE END
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