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The Interrogation
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THE INTERROGATION
The sound of metal cuffs rattling against each other echoed through
the brick-lined hallway. Jeanette felt the strong hands of the Nazi
sergeant clamped on her arm as he guided her roughly through the
passageway. The underground maze was cold, and the smell of mold
filtered throughout. The Gestapo boots walking in stride echoed off of
the walls with an eerie timbre.
The soldiers stopped at a huge oaken door. It was very plain, with
three metal braces strapped across it width-wise. One of the soldiers
knocked on the door, and the sound of a bolt being thrown on the other
side came through. Silently the door opened, but Jeanette could only see
darkness. Keys rattled as the sergeant released the handcuffs on her
wrists, then Jeanette was pushed forcefully into the room. She turned
around and ran for the door, but it slammed shut before she could get
free, and as she frantically searched for the latch to open it, she
heard a bolt on the outside being shoved to. The door was locked.
Jeanette turned around and was suddenly blinded by a powerful light
in her face.
"Sit down, Fraulein, please."
"Who arre you, and why am I heere?" Jeanette could tell her voice
was shaking.
"Please, Fraulein, sit down. Zen ve can talk." The voice sounded
soft and soothing. Jeanette could see a metal stool, and she moved
slowly towards it and slid onto the seat. The light was still in her
eyes, but she could see the shadow of the one who had been speaking to
her.
"My name is Major Strom. And you are here vith me tonight to have a
little chat. Now, your papers say zat you are `Marie Caledone". Is zis
correct?"
"Oui."
"Vat vere you doing out after curfew?"
"I was supposed to meet my fiance."
"At ze shop you vere found at?"
"Oui. He works there in thee day, and we were going to dinner."
"Do you know vat ze French Resistance is?"
"Oui, but I no of no one that belongs to it. I..I do not make
trouble."
"Did you know zat ze shop is a meeting place for members of ze
French Resistance?"
"Non. I..I did not. I was just meeting my fiance. That ees all."
Jeanette shivered.
The form moved closer. She could just make out the face of the
individual. It was long, with a black goatee and mustache, and a slight
smile on the lips. The voice became grating.
"Marie, let me tell you a few zings. I know zat your papers are
false. I know you vere at ze shop to meet someone, but I doubt zat it
vas your fiance. I know zat you are a member of ze Resistance. Admit
it!"
"Non, non! I know nothing of the Resistance!" she cried.
Jeanette felt fingers through her hair, and suddenly her head was
jerked backwards. She gasped in surprise.
"Ve can make zis very easy, or very difficult, `Marie'. Ze choice
is yours to make." The hands released her hair, and the voice continued,
"Now, vat is your real name, and vat vere you doing at zis shop."
Jeanette stared straight ahead, then closed her eyes.
"My name ees Marie, and I was meeting my fiance." she almost
whispered.
Two strong hands grabbed her by the throat and pulled her from the
chair. The chair fell over onto the floor with a loud clanging sound as
Jeanette gasped, and her arms flailed wildly. The next thing she knew,
she had been thrown to the floor, and her head met cold stone. Jeanette
shook her head, dizzy from the concussion, then felt strong hands pull
her arms behind her and sharp metal cuffs clamped onto her wrists. She
tried to turn over, but something pushed her head back into the floor,
then something heavier fell onto her back, knocking the wind out of her.
She felt cold metal around her ankles as her legs were cuffed together,
then the weight on her back was released. Still on her chest, her legs
were pulled back, and somehow attached to the chain on the cuffs of her
wrists. Jeanette groaned in pain as the cuffs cut into the flesh of her
wrists and ankles.
She was turned back over, and the form she could now see in front
of her stood up. He moved toward the light, and adjusted it. Jeanette
could now see more in the room. There was a large oaken table to her
left, with many knives, needles, bottles, towels, and other things she
could not quite see. A holster with some weapon in it was hung on the
far wall.
Major Strom walked back over towards her, stopping at her knees. He
was dressed in the typical uniform of a Gestapo agent, with a swastika
on the arm cuff, the symbol of the Nazi's that Jeanette had come to
hate. His boots were polished, and shined in the light. His trousers
were slightly unusual, but she couldn't tell what was amiss.
Major Strom reached over to the table and retrieved a large knife.
Bending down between her legs, he smiled at her, then grabbed her by the
neck of her clothing.
"I zhink ve vill not be needing zis clothing anymore." Major Strom
jabbed the knife into her black jumpsuit at the neck, and brought it
down in one swift move towards her crotch. She winced in fear of it
cutting her skin, but it never once touched her. Major Strom laughed, a
deep sound that reverberated through the room. He grabbed the flaps of
the outfit and pulled them apart.
"Mmmm. Zey are making more beautiful Resistance fighters, nein?" He
traced a finger from her neck down over her breasts, his nail cutting
into her skin, and her nipples became hard. She turned her head and
closed her eyes, stifling a moan. Major Strom laughed again.
"You do like zis, don't you?" He bent low over her, letting go of
the flaps and placing both hands on either side of her face. Slowly, he
shifted her head to face his.
"Open your eyes, Fraulein." he whispered. She kept her eyes closed,
then cried out as she suddenly felt a sharp pain across her cheek.
"Open them!" he growled. Jeanette slowly opened her eyes, and Major
Strom grinned.
"Ve vill have much to talk about, I zink." She felt sharp nails
rake across the side of her torso, and she tightened her muscles and
arched her back slightly. Again, her slapped her, then chuckled and sat
up.
"I zink it is time to remove the rest of your clothing." he
snickered.
Jeanette closed her eyes again as the knife cut through cloth once
more, and her outfit fell apart, revealing her naked body. She felt his
fingers tracing patterns on her skin, and she stiffened again.
A voice whispered into her ear,"I can see how much you enjoy my
touch, Fraulein.
"Non, non, please don't." she whimpered.
"Ze touch of a German truly stimulates you, does it not?" he
laughed. "I vonder just how excited you can get?"
"Stop, please stop." Jeanette's voice was getting louder.
Jeanette was breathing hard as she heard the sound of a clasp being
pulled. She opened her eyes again and looked towards him. She noticed
that his pants opened easily with just a clasp to hold it closed. He had
taken out his cock, and was rubbing his hands against it. It was thick,
and was getting very hard. She started struggling frantically, but the
chains kept her bound.
He laughed. "Struggle all you vant, my dear, but you are going
novere!"
Suddenly, she felt him shove himself inside her, and she gasped
then cried out. She struggled more, but he kept slapping her across her
face all the while laughing. He started fucking her, pushing his cock in
hard, making sure it hurt every time. The voice continued to whisper
into her ear.
"I knew zat you vould like the feel of a German. I know zat I like
ze feel of a French woman. It gets me very excited, and I know zat soon
I vill come. Vould you like the feel of German come inside you,
Fraulein?"
Tears streamed down Jeanette's face. She was horrified that Major
Strom was raping her, but she was even more horrified that she was
becoming excited by it.
"Vat is your real name, Fraulein?!" he growled into her ear. He
continued to push into her, harder and faster each time. His breathe
started coming in short gasps.
"Stop!!" She sobbed.
"Your name?!!" he yelled.
"Jeanette...Jeanette Olday." she gasped.
A bellow escaped Major Strom's lips, and Jeanette cried out in
agony. She felt violated, and unclean. He pulled himself from her,
moaning as he did, then laughed quietly. He stood up and grabbed the
weapon from the holster, then brought it over towards her. Through her
tears, Jeanette recognized the weapon as a ... He brought it up between
her legs and cocked it.
"I know you enjoyed ze feel of me inside you; maybe you vill also
like ze feel of being fucked by a veapon." he sneared. Jeannette lay
perfectly still with her eyes closed, running through her mind over and
over that everything she was doing was for her country. She felt a warm
breathe next to her ear.
"I just vanted to tell you zat I know how you Resistance fighters
operate." he whispered. "You annoy ze interrogator until he kills you in
anger. But I am smarter zan zat. By ze time I am finished vith you, you
vill beg me to keep you alive, just so you can cower at my feet. I vill
turn your vorld upside down."
She felt ice cold metal suddenly touch her labia as the muzzle of
the weapon was shoved up to, then into her opening,
"Zen again, maybe you are not vorth it, hmmm?" he whispered again.
Jeanette whimpered slightly, and tensed for the possible shot.
The weapon was pulled quickly away, and she gasped, then sighed
softly in relief.
"Don't sound so relieved; you vill never know when I decide zat it
is time to kill you. Ze sooner you tell me ze truth, ze less chance you
vill have of dying."
Anger filled Jeanette's head. "You weell kill me anyway, regardless
of what I tell you!" she spat out.
Major Strom's face became red and tense, then he seemed to calm
down. He smiled softly, almost forcibly, then grabbed her by the arm and
turned her over. Startled, Jeannette struggled to keep some sense of
balance before she remembered her arms and legs were manacled. Keys
clattered again, and the chain attaching her arms to her legs was
released. Sharp pains went through her appendages as she tried to
stretch them. Without warning, he sat on her back, and she lost her
breath. The cuffs on her legs were released, and then her legs were
roughly pulled far apart. Each ankle was placed into a manacle that was
attached to something else. When he was finished, she tried to pull her
legs together but couldn't.
He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her up from the floor.
She cried out and struggled until he pulled her head back and slapped
her across the face.
"Move!!" he roared. She tried to move her legs, but each manacle
was attached to the same piece of wood, and walking was difficult. He
kept pushing her from behind still holding on to her hair, and several
times she almost fell forward again, but managed to stay up. They moved
to one side of the room that was a little dark.
"Stop!" he said. He released her arms from behind her, then roughly
hauled her arms above her head, attaching them to cuffs that were
attached to the ceiling. Each time she struggled more, he smacked her
across the face. When he was finished, she was almost completely
suspended from the ceiling, her feet barely on the ground. Jeanette was
breathing hard now. She knew what he would do next.
"Now, fraulein. Tell me, vat vere you bringing to your contact in
ze shop?"
"Nothing." she said. A cracking sound was heard as she felt a
riding crop come down across her backside. She squeeled, more in
surprise than pain.
"Your lying to me. I know zat you are a member of ze resistance!
Vat vere you bringing to ze shop?!" The sharp crack sounded again, only
this time Jeanette's cry was from pain. He continued to hit her across
her backside and between her legs, each time harder than the last. Her
face was white and she was breathing hard, but she wouldn't say a thing.
"Hmmm. Maybe you need something a little more convincing." he
mused.
A dull crack sounded, as a cane came across the back of her legs.
Jeanette stiffened and gasped. The cane came down again, and she made a
small sound.
Strom stopped hitting her, and Jeanette caught her breath. Once
again, the cane came down, and continued to do so rapidly. Jeanette
started moaning until she was crying out in pain. When he finally
stopped again, she was panting and sweating.
"Vat vere you bringing to your contact?" he whispered into her ear.
"Noth...nothing." she panted.
Jeanette cried in surprise and pain as the cane came up between her
legs.
"Thee papers!! I was bringing heem thee papers you found!!"
Strom grinned. "Much better. And vat is ze name of your contact?"
"I don't know hees name...I..I am a low member."
"Zen give me ze names of zose vorking under you."
"Non, I cannot do that..." The dull crack of the cane sounded as it
once again came up between her legs. She sobbed and tried to pull her
legs together, but it was no use. He continued to hit her.
"Stop, stop!!!" she wailed. "Oh, please stop, please!!" He pulled
back and the pain stopped. Her head was pulled backward by her hair and
she moaned.
"Names, Jeanette, just give me a few names. Zen it vill stop."
Closing her eyes, Jeanette began to give names. Each time she hesitated,
the cane came down on her legs, between her legs, or on her backside. By
the time she was through, seven names were written on Strom's list. She
heard him turn around, then came a knock on the oaken door and his voice
ordering it to be opened. It must have opened, although she heard not a
sound, because suddenly another voice was replying to Strom's orders to
check the names out with the list already gathered. Jeanette's heart
almost stopped. The German's already had a list of Resistance fighter's,
but where did they get it?! And who was on it, and why didn't they know
already who she was if they had a list, and.....She heard a click as the
door closed and locked, and realized that, for a moment, she was alone.
She frantically struggled to get out of the manacles, but it was no use.
Next, she started searching for something, anything, that might help her
end her life now, before he managed to get anything worthwhile out of
her. There was nothing on the floor but the remains of her clothes, and
the table was too far away. The weapon, however, was hung up on the
wall, close enough that maybe, just maybe, if she planned it right, she
could get it off the wall. Somehow, she had to kill herself before he
came back, back with the information that was bound to make her
interrogation far worse than it was now.
Jeanette started swinging her body back and forth, hoping to get
close enough to brush up against the holster and bring it down. Each
time she got close enough, the swing back pulled her wrists in the
manacles, rubbing them against the hard leather and metal rims. Before
too long, her wrists were bleeding, but she kept at it. Finally, she
made a swing close enough to push the holster, and it moved up, but fell
back into place when her swing took her away from the wall. Then, she
heard footsteps, and an angry voice command the door to be unlocked.
The door burst open, then slammed shut. Strom strode up to
Jeanette, slapped her face, then hissed at her.
"So, you thought zis stupid Nazis vould fall for simple tricks, hmm
Fraulein?! Everyone of zese names belongs to a dead resistance fighter.
But you have revealed yourself, Jeanette. Only a high ranking member of
ze underground vould know zese names. Now I know just how important you
really are!" He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed hard.
Jeanette started to gag and she struggled violently. Things began to
shimmer in front of her face, and she started feeling weak, then sick.
Just before she passed out, the hand was removed. She gasped and started
coughing. Strom walked around behind her, grabbing her shoulders.
"I vill make you tell me everyzing!" he breathed into her ear. He
released her shoulders, then took out a leather whip with several tails,
each tail braided seperately. He raised it, and the whip came down
across her back, hard. She cried out, and Strom laughed. The whip came
down again, but this time Jeanette made no sound. She would not give him
the satisfaction of hearing her scream. It cracked across her back
several times, then suddenly came up between her legs. She gritted her
teeth, and a slight whimper escaped her lips. The whip stopped, and he
grabbed her throat from behind.
"Give me ze correct names!" he snarled into her ear. The whip
struck again, on her back, then between her legs. Jeanette's body was
rigid, and the muscles in her neck stood out. Back and forth, between
her legs and on her back, he continued to lay the whip. Each time,
Jeanette came closer and closer to letting the information go. But,
somehow, she managed to keep silent until he finally stopped.
Jeanette felt dizzy and cold. Images of her childhood were starting
to run through her mind, and she tried to focus on them, to forget the
pain, but it was no use. Without warning, the stress on her arms
stopped, and she fell to the floor. Something grabbed her wrists and a
voice commanded her to stand. She tried to get her legs underneath her,
but the wooden bar between them made that difficult. Like a cat, a hand
on the back of her neck pulled her up to where she was standing, and she
whimpered slightly.
Jeanette opened her eyes slightly to see him pull her wrists
towards him. She tried to keep her balance, but fell to the floor again,
and this time he just dragged her the rest of the way. Jeanette didn't
know how much time had gone by, although she thought she might have
heard some change of guard on the other side of the door three, maybe
four times. Right now, there was silence in the room, save for the sound
of the manacles being attached to a bolt in the wall a foot or so above
the floor.
Strom walked over to the table, and picked up what looked to be a
candle. He lit it, then brought it back, up close to her face.
"Do you know vat hot vax feels like, my dear?" he whispered softly.
Jeanette shook her head.
He moved the candle back till it was over her stomach, then slowly
tipped it sideways, just enough so that one single drop fell. It hit her
stomach, and the heat and pain made her jump and catch her breath. The
manacles rattled against the bolt in the wall.
"Ze names." he breathed into her ear, "I vant ze names."
She shook her head, and noticed that her body didn't stop shaking
after her head did. Another drop fell, this time onto her nipple. She
jumped again, and moaned softly. More drops fell, onto her nipples,
breasts, stomach, sides, ribs, and arms. Each time, in between each
drop, he cooed in her ear to give him names. To betray her people.
Jeanette's moaning became louder, but she said no word.
"If you do not give me a name, ze next drop vill be in your sex."
he hissed. Jeanette closed her eyes tightly and tensed. The drop landed
on the opening between her legs, and the recoil of her body slammed her
head into the wall, making her cry out. Her body was shaking badly now,
and her head hit the wall again as the second drop fell. A gurgling
sound escaped her throat as she tried to move her body away from the
wax, but he sat on her legs, preventing her movement.
"Ze names, Jeanette." Jeanette's mind was reeling. "Zat is all I
vant to know." The names and faces of living members of the Resistance
started forming in her head. "Just tell me ze names, and it vill all be
over." Jeanette was jolted out of her reverie by an image of being
blindfolded in front of a German firing squad.
"Non!!" she cried.
Strom brought the candle less than an inch above her crotch and
turned it 180 degrees. She cried out, and her reaction pulled herself and
Major Strom across the floor. Her head cracked loudly against the wall,
and Jeanette was stunned.
Strom rose quietly and walked back over to the table. He placed the
candle on the table top and picked up a bowl containing several small
items. Jeanette sensed him moving back towards her, and she shied away,
the manacles pulling at her wrists. Strom laughed quietly. He sat down
next to her and started playing with her nipples.
"I have always had a fetish for needles, and vondered vat kind of
reaction a human vould have to a needle piercing zeir skin. I believe
you vill be my first subject." and he smiled.
Jeanette's eyes grew wide and she lay perfectly still. She was
losing her will to fight, and she was shaking so hard that the room
seemed to be moving.
"Nein, nein, you must stop shaking," he said, as he brought the
first needle up to her breasts. "It vill make it more difficult to
insert ze needle, and take longer."
She tried to stop her shivering, but to no avail. She was cold,
tired, dizzy, and frightened. She had long since realized that the
Geneva convention regulations for prisoners of war were not being
followed by the Nazi's, but she had not been prepared for things like
this.
A prick brought her to the present, then an agonizing stab as the
needle pierced her nipple. She whimpered softly, then louder, and her
body became even colder. Her sight started to dim, then the second
needle pierced her other nipple. Jeanette cried out and jerked slightly,
and her skin felt on fire. She was sweating and shivering at the same
time, and she wasn't sure of anything anymore.
Through the haze, she heard Strom's voice whisper again.
"Just a name, Jeanette. Vone, single, solitary name. Zat is all it
vill take."
Jeanette tried to shake her head, but she didn't seem to be in
control of her senses anymore. Fingers started touching the inside skin
of her legs, and moved bit by bit to her sex. She felt something enter
her again, and her body began responding, pushing forward in time with
the motion. Her nipples became very hard, and a burning sensation from
the needles filled them and spread down her breasts. She heard loud
moaning, and realized it was her own voice, but didn't stop. She could
feel the fire of orgasm getting closer, and she wanted it; God she
wanted it!
"You like zis, I can tell." a voice breathed beside her. "You vant
to come, and I vant to see you come, but I must have a name first. Vone
name, Jeanette; vone name."
Jeanette began to cry. She was so hot, but she couldn't betray her
people, could she? She had to come, but people would die, wouldn't they?
All at once, the object inside her left, and a hand came across her
face. She started, and Strom fell on her legs.
"Ze name!!" he shouted. She felt an acute stab in the hood of her
clitoris. She screamed and came at the same time. A hand clamped around
her throat.
"Ze name!" he snarled.
"Non, non." she barely whispered. He slapped her face, and took
each needle out slowly. She cried each time. He placed the needles on
the table, then sat down next to her, grabbing her by the throat again.
"I tire of playing vith you! Maybe I should send you down to ze
barracks. I zink ze men vould enjoy a...diversion from zere regular
activities." He chuckled, "I vill tell zem not to use zere bayonets...or
maybe not." he grinned evilly. "Maybe you vill like ze bayonets, hmm?"
He stood up and looked down at her shaking body. "I am hungry, and I
zink a good shower and dinner vill do me good. Zen ve vill see about ze
infantry." Major Strom turned around and knocked on the door, calling
for the door to be opened. He turned out the light and walked out,
laughing, and the door slammed shut, the bolt clicking to. Jeanette
turned her head and started sobbing. She was confused and scared, and
not sure whether she could even hold out much longer. Time went by; she
didn't know how long.
A light streamed onto her face and woke her up. She turned her face
towards the light and noticed a figure walking through the door before
it closed. She held her breath, unsure of what was going to happen, then
she felt the warmth of another body next to her. Keys rattled, and she
realized that the manacles holding her ankles were being released.
Summoning up courage, she whispered, "Who are you? What are you
doing?"
"You don't need to know." a voice whispered back. It was NOT Major
Strom's voice. The manacles on her wrists were now being opened, and
blood rushed back to her hands, making them burn.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
"Not everyvone in ze Reich agrees vith zere...leader. Some of us
believe zat ze var is vrong."
"Tell me who you are." Jeanette said.
The figure was quiet for a moment. "I...vas not able to bring
clothing for you. Zere is a car downstairs, vaiting for you, and clothes
inside. Please, go quickly, before Major Strom realizes you are gone."
She felt the figure rise and move to the door. A knocking sound came, it
seemed to be in a particular code. The door opened slightly, and the
figure slid through. Jeanette rolled over onto her stomach and pushed
herself to her knees. Her head started to swim, but she summoned
strength and stood on her feet; and fell. Waiting a while, she then
crawled to the door, and used the latch to pull herself to her feet. She
was very weak and tired and wanted to lie back down and just forget
everything. But she knew she couldn't; she had to get out of this place.
After a while, using the wall to stabilize herself, she moved towards
the holster on the wall. She removed the pistol from its sheath, then
moved back towards the door. Putting her hand on the latch, Jeanette
prayed that there was no one outside that would see her. This was her
one and only chance to escape; there would be no other. The door made no
sound as she pushed it open, just a few inches, and peered outside. The
hall was deserted. Visions of finding Strom and brutally killing him
filled her mind as she slipped outside, but she stopped herself from
going down the hall, and opened the door she knew led directly
downstairs.
"I will not allow myself to become like him!" she thought while
rushing down the steps.
It was very cold outside, but her thoughts were only on escape as
she threw on the clothes in the passenger seat and started the engine.
As she closed the door to the car, she thanked the Virgin Mary that
there was someone who saw the stupidity of this war. Maybe there was
hope for humanity after all.
AFTERWORD: This scene was something that I had been planning for
quite some time, but, as Elf doesn't like roleplay, I did this scene
with a lover who does. This scene DID involve a safeword(for those of
you who think that doesn't happen in rape scenes), and it worked quite
well. But then, I guess, that's because I like to be beaten and abused
in the name of justice(or whatever it happens to be this week). Makes me
feel heroic.
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