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The Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction with content suitableonly for adults (and stable ones at that). If you are prohibited from readingsuch material by the laws or standards of your community please depart immediately.Likewise, if you can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy kindlyleave and seek professional help.
Historical note: Hitler's actual youngest secretary was Gertraud "Traudl" Junge.She survived the Battle of Berlin to be a primary source on life in Hitler'sinner circle. Other than contributing a name she has no connection with thisstory, which ir purely fictional.
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Hitler's Secretary
by
von Hentzau
Part I
It was a warm, muggy early August afternoon when the dozen accused were ledinto the Berlin courtroom. To say they were accused was not entirely accurate.They were among the thousands who had been rounded up in the aftermath of theJuly 20 th plot against Hitler. Family, relatives,friends, even some who had barely been acquainted with the conspirators hadbeen seized by the Gestapo. To merely have been seen saying "Guten morgen" inpassing on the street was sufficient evidence of complicity to make one an "accused".And in this court, the court presided over by Dr. Roland Freisler, State Secretaryof the Reich Justice Ministry, an accusation was no different than a conviction.
The soon-to-be-condemned were lined up and forced to endure a twenty minuteharangue. The Reich prosecutors made a desultory show of presenting evidence,evidence which was accepted without examination. There were no defense counsels.One elderly man, dressed in ill fitting clothes and holding up his trouserswith one hand because he had not been allowed a belt or suspenders, tried tospeak in his own behalf. He was shouted down by Dr. Freisler, who then launchedinto another tirade. No one else attempted to defend themselves.
At the end of the row of row of prisoners stood Gertraud Haber, known asTraudl, looking disconsolate in her drab, rumpled gray prison issue dress.She felt doubly humiliated by the clothing she'd been forced to wear. She hadnot been allowed underwear and though just twenty she was quite shapely andvery well endowed. She knew every male eye, and many of the female eyes, hadbeen fixed on her bobbling chest as she walked into the courtroom.
But then she'd learned new definitions of humiliation since she'd been arresteda week ago. She'd been stripped and searched in full view of male Gestapo agents.Then she'd been tied to a chair and questioned for hours, all the while starknaked. They hadn't beaten her, since they knew she would have to go to courtto be sentenced and the bruises wouldn't look good. Instead she'd been spreadeagled,still naked, on the bare metal springs of an army cot. Electrodes had beenplaced on her breasts. More electrodes had been inserted in her vagina andrectum. They asked for names. She tried to tell them she didn't know any. Shetried to tell them she wasn't involved in the plot. And they shocked her andasked again. Hour after hour it went on until finally she screamed out names.She didn't know whose name she screamed out, or even if they were real namesat all. All she knew was that they finally stopped hurting her and she wasthrown in a cell, given a filthy rag of a dress to cover herself and left thereuntil today, when she'd been pulled out of the cell and added to a line ofprisoners being loaded onto a closed van for the trip to the courtroom.
Eventually Freisler had run out of invectives to throw at them. A clerk beganreading off the names of the accused. After each Freisler intoned, first, "Guilty!" andthen "sentence, death." After eleven sentences the clerk reached the end ofthe row.
"Haber, Gertraud," he read off.
"Guilty," said Herr Doctor Freisler. "Sentence, death. And given the peculiarcircumstances of Fraulein Haber's case, where one who has been so trusted,so welcomed into the Fuhrer's inner circle and still has turned against ourbeloved Fuhrer, I feel more than justified in ordering death, with specialtreatment."
There was a rumble of whispering among the audience. The death sentence waswhat they had expected. Many had come today simply because Gertraud Haber wason trial. Little Traudl. Formerly Adolf Hitler's youngest, and many said mostbeautiful secretary, stood accused of complicity in the Stauffenberg Conspiracy.And now she stood condemned to death, with special treatment. The audiencebuzzed with speculation of what that meant.
The condemned were marched out of the courtroom, flanked by a dozen SS guards,and loaded back onto the closed van. It was but a ten minute trip across Berlinto the prison where the executions would be carried out. No one spoke. Theyall knew there would be no appeals. The executions would be carried out withinhours. The only hope was that it would be by a quick bullet. Rumors had alreadycirculated about the slow, agonizing deaths meted out to some of the capturedringleaders.
The van pulled into the prison yard. Guards helped each manacled prisonerdown. They were lined up beside the van, Traudl at the end of the line again.A sergeant went down the line checking off names. When he got to Traudl hemotioned to two of the waiting guards who stepped forward. He handed one afolded piece of paper, then he ordered the rest of the prisoners to left faceand they were marched off.
Traudl's guards turned her the opposite way. They marched her towards a fencedoff building. A guard at the gate opened it for them, then immediately closedit behind them. They entered the building, passing through the doors into alarge caged area. A sign over the wire mesh door read "Special Section, Female".Two husky looking woman guards, one seated behind a desk, the other standing,waited there. A third, an officer by her uniform, was striding quickly downthe hallway.
One of Traudl's guards passed the folded paper through a slot in the wiremesh partition. The woman at the desk picked it up, glanced at it quickly,then passed it to the officer who had just arrived. She also looked at it quickly,then motioned for the door to be opened.
"Excellent," she said to her underlings. "One of those filthy traitors, herefor execution."
Traudl was passed through the door. The standing guard took her by the armand without any further ceremony she was escorted down a long hallway, theofficer leading the way. They passed a series of metal doors, each identifiedonly by a number.
Near the end of the hallway they turned right and entered through a metaldoor into a drab yellow room. Traudl's heart almost stopped when she saw whatthe main, and except for several chairs, the only furnishing of the room was.Slightly off center, standing in a shallow depression in the concrete floor,was the German version of a Guillotine. Unlike the French version, which reliedon weight and gravity to bring the blade down, this improved German model waspowered by two beefy springs. As they entered a stocky man in prison guarduniform was raising the blade against the power of the springs, pumping ona long lever, like a jack handle.
A curious thing Traudl noticed about the Guillotine. The table portion hadan oval opening towards the top, while a wide slit went from the far end toalmost the middle. She wondered what purpose the openings served.
The man who was preparing the blade looked up as they a walked to one sideof the execution machine. Traudl was struck by his small, expressionless pig-likeeyes, set in a broad, bland pig-like face. Seemingly disinterested he wentback to raising the blade. It was nearly to its highest position and it tookplacing all the weight he had against the lever to raise it the last few centimeters.He then set a trigger device, removed the lever and took up a position at theback of the room. There was another door there. Traudl wondered if that wasthe door they removed the bodies through.
"Strip her," the woman officer said.
Traudl's manacles were removed. The woman officer moved in front of her,glaring, as if to warn her of any attempt to resist. She was a large woman.Not fat. Just taller than average and strongly built. Traudl guessed that shecould give many average men a stiff fight if it came to that.
The other woman stepped to one side and began undoing the row of buttonsdown the front of Traudl's dress. Then she pulled it back, dragging Traudl'sarms behind her as she did. Not having been allowed underwear, Traudl was nowstanding naked and exposed. She glanced over at the pig-faced man. If he waspaying any attention to the naked, buxom 20 year old woman he didn't show it.She wondered if he was the one who would trip the lever that sliced her headoff. How many women had he seen naked, just before he took their heads off?
Expecting to be led to the Guillotine Traudl was surprised when instead shewas forced to sit in one of the heavy, straight backed wooden chairs. Her wristswere tied with straps mounted where the back of the chair met the seat. Theofficer and the guard took up positions to either side of her.
Then they waited. Several times the door opened. Each time Traudl's heartmissed a beat, thinking this was the person or persons they were waiting forto carry out her execution. But each time one or two people entered, men andwomen, some in uniform, some in civilian clothes. They took up positions eitherto the side of the device or against the far wall of the room.
"How much of an audience do they need for my execution?" Traudl thought nervously.
Then the door opened and two guards entered, escorting a woman. They stoppednear the end of the Guillotine's table. The woman wore a rumpled gray prisondress, like Traudl had been wearing. Her wrists were manacled in front of her.She was barefoot and her head had been shaven. She showed signs of having beenbeaten, a swollen lip and a black eye. She looked to be early middle aged,perhaps mid-thirties. She had been attractive, before she'd been beaten.
One of the guards undid the prison dress. When it fell open Traudl was surprisedto see that the woman pubis had been shaved as well. Not only was it shornof hair, but her mons, belly and upper thighs were red, as if they'd been subjectedto abuse. The guard undid her manacles and then removed the dress completely.As it came off Traudl saw that the entire front of the woman's body was criss-crossedwith red whip marks. Her breasts, full and somewhat pendulous, appeared tohave been cruelly battered.
No sooner had the dress come off than the woman's arms were pulled behindher back and doubled up, wrist to elbow. Leather straps fastened them in place.
Now one of the people who had entered the room earlier stepped forward. Hewas an older man, in civilian attire. He removed a piece of paper from hispocket, opened it up and started to read from it.
"Hanna von Sweringen," he read in precise, clipped Prussian accented German, "havingbeen found guilt of treason against the Reich you have been sentenced to death.By the authority of the Reich Justice Ministry I hereby order that that sentencenow be carried out."
He stepped back. The pig-faced man stepped forward. He was carrying somethingin one hand, though Traudl couldn't quite tell what it was. He stopped in frontof the woman and got down heavily on one knee. One of the guards seized herarms as if concerned she might try to escape, though Traudl couldn't see howshe could have any hope of that.
Traudl was surprised when the pig-faced man slipped two fingers into thewoman's sex slit and began working them back and forth. What this had to dowith execution she couldn't understand. The woman closed her eyes and turnedher face away, flushing red with embarrassment as he seemed to concentratemore on her clitoris. Soon her crotch was glistening with her juices, unwillinglyreleased.
Now he switched the device to his right hand and Traudl got a better lookat it. The thing had a handle, like a flare gun, with a long lever for a trigger.For a barrel it had a shiny metal tube, 15 centimeters long and about 2 centimeterswide. A spring ran along the top of the tube, connected to a mechanism of somesort at the end.
The pig-faced man placed the end of the tube over the woman's clitoris andbegan pulling the trigger. There was a light sound of pumping and Traudl guessedthat he was pumping air out of the cylinder, sucking the woman's clitoris andthe flesh around it into the tube. For what purpose he did this she was afraidto think of. When the tormented woman started to moan the pig-faced man stoppedpumping. He worked a small valve at the end of the tube, then detached thehandle with a twist. The shiny silver tube was left hanging off her body atan angle like an obscene semi-erect phallus.
The two guards now walked the woman to the end of the Guillotine table. Theyhelped her mount it, then helped her lay face down. Her head and neck extendedpast the end of the table. Straps were fastened across the small of her back,across her shoulders. Her legs were spread and strapped at thigh and ankle.Then the table was slid forward until her neck was under the blade and Traudlcould no longer see her face. The high rim of the metal catch basket concealedthe woman's head.
But beneath the table Traudl could see the woman's breasts dangling freethrough the opening. They swayed back and forth from the motion of the tablesliding. Farther down the obscene metal tube bobbed slightly.
The pig-faced man went to stand next to the Guillotine, near the woman'srump. Without any commands he reached toward the edge of the table and pulleda small lever. A knife blade, almost too fast to see, emerged from under thetable, whipped around horizontally and sliced off the woman's left breast.She screamed as the meaty globe fell to the concrete floor with a sickeningsquishy sound. Blood began to drip into the concrete depression beneath thetable, running in a small stream to the drain in the center.
Traudl trembled at the thought that soon they would be doing the same toher. Did they do this to all their condemned prisoners, she wondered? Forcethem to watch another woman's execution, to torture them with the knowledgeof the horrors about to be inflicted on them?
Pig-face had moved to the other side of the table now. He reached down. Traudlcouldn't see the knife, but she saw the other breast drop and heard the womanscream again. Pig-face stepped back a couple paces. He reached between thewoman's legs. Traudl saw his fingers wrap around the lower end of the metalcylinder. He seemed to hesitate for a moment though it might only have beento draw out the woman's torment longer.
There was metallic "snick", followed by the most horrific animal wailingsound Traudl had ever heard. The cylinder fell to the concrete floor, followedby a trickle of blood. Traudl knew what she had suspected but hadn't wantedto admit could be true. The device was used for severing a woman's clitoris.She cringed inwardly at the thought that any human could be so perverse, sosick as to conceive of such a torment.
There was only one last step in the execution sequence now. Traudl couldhear the woman moaning lowly as Pig-face walked to the front of the Guillotine.He tripped a small lever and the blade snapped downward. The woman's sobs endedabruptly. The sound of her head striking the bottom of the metal basket seemedto echo in execution chamber.
Pale faced ands shaken Traudl stared at the floor while the witnesses filedout of the room. Pig-face unrolled a hose fastened to a spigot on the far walland began running water into the depression beneath the Guillotine as the guarduntied Traudl's wrists and helped her to her feet. She would have collapsedif the woman guard and a male guard who had remained after the execution didn'tcatch her.
"Come along, liebchen," the woman officer said. "Your time has not come yet.Though soon you may wish it had.."
To be continued..............
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