"You should worry about what will happen to you...your husband has already been dealt with, his body will be left hanging from a lamppost outside the Reichstag Building as a warning to any others with traitorous thoughts!"

I started crying all over again, he sat at my side on my bed and started stroking the back of my neck.

"I'm sorry to have to give you such bad news in so brutal a way...now, the choice is yours, forced punishment from my six men or willing punishment from me?"

I gasped, "What do you mean?"

"Well, usually in these cases, the wife and daughters of a soldier executed for treason...such as your husband, would be given to the men who arrest her and once they were finished with her, her naked body would usually be left, at the feet of the traitor. I'm happy to hand out that punishment to you here today or you can voluntarily give yourself to me and after I'm finished with you, I'll let you live."

I was in shock, just five hours earlier I was a happily married housewife, I'd kissed my husband good bye and sent him off to work with a flask of hot soup and a hunk of bread in his knapsack for his lunch and at that moment, he was supposed to be eating that bread and soup, but I was being told that he had been executed for insulting Adolf Hitler and I was under suspicion for the same offence and I faced one of two punishments. To be raped multiple times by six men and then be put to death or voluntarily allow the officer to have sex with me and be allowed to live. There really was no choice, I nodded my head.

He kicked the clothes that had been dumped on my floor, he was scuffing cloths outward to the edge of the room but as he did, he was looking at the best clothes that I had, he already had my best knickers in his hand and then he spotted the matching bra and he picked that up too, "Was this set Herman's favourite...did he like seeing you dressed in these for him best?"

I shook my head, "My husband has never seen them...the knickers and bra were still in their packaging when your men dumped everything all over the floor. I bought it this morning to wear for our anniversary calibrations tomorrow!"

He handed me the knickers and bra, "Here, change into the bra and panties while I give my men their new orders...just the bra and knickers unless you have a matching suspender belt and a pair of stockings!"

I could hear the conversation outside my apartment, "Find out where Frau Stine lives..." I actually knew that there was a Frau Stine one floor down and two apartments to the left but I thought better of mentioning that to the soldiers, "...her husband has been caught stealing supplies from the army stores and selling them on the black market..." Heir Stine was a private in the army, an actual soldier rather than a clerical worker in uniform like Herman was, "...he was caught red handed this morning and has already been sent to join the pioneer punishment battalion on the Eastern Front.

I heard, "what do we do with Frau Stine when we find her?"

The officer was silent for a moment, "Confiscate anything that you believe to have come from the proceeds of his crimes, find out how much Frau Stine knew of her husband's activities, if you think she knew nothing, take one turn at her each and then take her to the military brothel to serve out her sentence giving comfort to the battalion...if you think that she knew, then fuck her to death!"

While I was listening to the major giving out his orders I had been stripping myself and dressing in my new bra and knickers. Herman had been the only man that I'd ever known sexually, as I was listening to the violence in the language being used and remembered something my mother had said to me on the eve of my wedding, "Men can be gentle and kind until they are in bed but when the 'Sap' rises in their veins, they can become violent and aggressive lovers but don't worry, it only lasts for a few minutes and it isn't their true nature!"

Herman had never been like that, he was always a kind and gentle lover, never making any excessive, unreasonable or unnatural demands on my body. He never went further than he needed to go to get to his pleasure and release and he was always happy for simple sex. My body shivered at the thought that I was about to be 'Covered' by a man so different from my kind and gentle husband.

I couldn't believe it, I was so excited...turned on by the prospect of sex with the very man who had just informed me that my husband had been executed and left hanging in the street as a traitor. I hadn't felt this level of excitement since my wedding day. Actually, thinking about it, I'd never felt this excited since that day, even when I was planning to have sex with Herman, like on his birthday or our wedding anniversary, I didn't feel excited, it wasn't an exciting event, sex with my husband was just part of my marital duties, like mopping the floors or cooking the dinner.

My bedroom door opened, he had taken his belt off and his tunic blouse was unbuttoned. He turned the stool from my dressing table upright and sat on it, he lifted his right foot and gestured for me to help him take his boots off. I walked over to him, turned my back on him and stepped over his right leg. I gripped his boot just behind his heel and pulled...I pulled harder but it still didn't move, he lifted his left foot and placed the sole of his boot against my bum and as I pulled, he pushed my bum with his left foot and his right boot finally came off in my hands.

I couldn't believe the ordinariness of the act. I was almost naked, just a very sexy bra and knickers on and I was helping a man take his boots off. There was one thing that made the act a little less ordinary though, as the right boot came off in my hands, I realised that the front of the boot was wet from where my vagina had pressed down on it as I strained to pull it off.

I stepped over his left leg and repeated the act, finally standing his boots, side by side, just inside the bedroom door where I would usually have placed Herman's boots every evening when he came home from work. I made sure that I placed the boots with their toes both facing the door because they both had wet patches on their front shins from my inner excitement.

As I walked back to my bed, he grabbed my hand and stopped me at his side, he pulled me down onto my knees and he kissed me, then he totally shocked and scandalised me when he asked, "Did Herman like it when you sucked his cock Helga?"

I gasped, I wasn't naïve...I knew that some men liked to have their cocks sucked but it was never something that would be mentioned between a husband and a wife...every town and city in Germany had a prostitute on almost every street corner that would perform that particular act for a few pfennigs, they didn't even take the man into their bedroom, they usually just did it with the man standing in an alleyway or just behind a wall out of direct sight, him standing up and her either kneeling on the floor or bent over at her waist...thirty seconds, a minute or two, a quick and simple act to empty his balls and he would be on his way again, hardly missing a beat.

I shook my head, "Herman never asked me to do anything like that for him."

He smiled at me, "No...I'm sure he didn't, I did ask my wife to do it for me but she always refused and that is why she lives at our cottage in the Black Forest with our children and I live here in Berlin in my own apartment with my mistress."

He captured the back of my head and pulled it slightly forward. Then he lifted my chin with the silver tip of his rattan swagger stick, "I know that this will be your first attempt at sucking a cock and I will only beat you with my stick if you make a mistake that actually hurts me or causes me any discomfort...now, open my trousers for me and suck my cock.

I pulled a sour face, there was a 'Swish' sound, his swagger stick moved from my chin to my hip at astonishing speed, the swish ended with a thwack and the rattan cane made contact with my hip and buttock. "You are allowed to dislike anything but no matter how much you dislike doing it, you have to pretend to me that you are enjoying yourself or I will have to correct you!"

Herman had never hit me...not even once in out two year marriage, the cane strike had shocked me but it had given me yet another thrill, an almost sexual thrill...in fact, it felt more sexually thrilling than it had felt when Herman used to make love to me.

I opened his trousers and he lifted his bottom off of the stool, "Take my pants down as well Darling!"

Having him call me darling was almost more painful than the strike with his cane...I was quite happy to take his cock but I didn't want him calling me darling, I was just a hole that he was going to use to exercise his balls into.

I took his cock in my mouth, I had no idea what to expect, I thought that I would find it disgusting but after my initial trepidation, I found that there was little to it, it was just a simple sex act, no wonder prostitutes only charged a few pfennigs for doing it out on the street.

As I sucked his cock, he told me that his name was Karl Bachmann, he was just giving me tips and pointers about what he liked when a woman sucked his cock and other little tricks that a woman could do to give a man oral pleasure...his talking was so 'Ordinary', it made it feel like an everyday occurrence...well, apart from the fact that I couldn't answer him because my mouth was full of his cock. He took his tunic and undershirt off while I was pleasuring him with my mouth. There was something else that made it feel unusual, as I built his pleasure up with my mouth, he started stroking the silver tip of his cane over my bottom and then over my breast through my bra, down over my belly to my knickers and then rubbing the tip of his cane over my vagina.

I got a bitter shot in my mouth, in my innocence, I thought that I had brought him off in my mouth but he didn't give any other outward signs that he had climaxed, his breathing didn't speed up like Herman's would when he climaxed during our lovemaking. Karl patted my bottom with his cane as I swallowed the bitterness, three or four gentle strikes, "Right darling, I think that it is time to move onto the bed now!"

I looked up from his cock for the first time and got a little bit of a shock. Herman's belly and chest were totally hairless while Karl looked more like a mountain gorilla. His pubic didn't stop, it ran from his cock to his chin, thick, black and lustrous. I was about to push against his knees to stand up but realised that his underpants were around his ankles so before I stood up, I helped him to take them and his socks off, then I used his knees to help me up and rather than walking away from him on my own and leaving him to follow me, I took his hand and helped him to his feet, pulling him behind me to my bed.

As we crossed the room, I remembered back to the last time I had sex in that bed, it was two weeks ago, we tended to have sex about once every two or three weeks, it was always at Herman's instigation but I was always ready and willing to accept him on my body...I could see just from looking at Karl that this would be a very different act...I could tell that Karl would be one of those men that my mother had warned me about, a man who would be more aggressive, more violent as his 'Sap' rose and that I shouldn't take it to heart if I got hurt during sex, it wasn't his fault, it was just the nature of the beast.

I climbed onto the bed from the left hand side...my side...but today, I shuffled over to the right, my position on the bed at least would be different to where my husband made love to me...that would be as much as I could control of the situation.

I expected Karl to pounce on me as soon as I was on my back but he didn't, he lay next to me and started to stroke his hands all over my body, he was totally naked, his cock hard and with semen leaking from its tip onto my hip. He fondled my breasts through my bra and then he picked up his rattan cane again, he put the sliver tip against my bellybutton and slowly slid it up my body.

There was a crash from below and to the left, I looked at my bedroom window, it was a warm June day and I had left all of my windows open, I heard a woman scream and the sound of a slap or a punch and the woman yelped in pain. Karl had stroked the silver tip of his cane up to just below my bra and was now moving it from left to right over my ribs. There were the sounds of things crashing to the tiled floor in an apartment below mine, mumbled voices, a screamed out, "No...Nooooooo!"

My eyes were taken off of the sounds below by Karl gently striking my breasts above my bra cup with his cane to get my attention, "When we are in bed together...I deserve your full attention Helga."

Karl used the tip of his cane to push the right shoulder strap of my bra over my shoulder, "Take it off"

I looked down at the tops of my breasts, there were faint red marks, he hadn't hit me hard but he had left faint marks behind. I sat up and unfastened my bra, throwing it onto the floor at the side of my bed, on top of the rest of my clothes on the floor that had been dumped by the soldiers searching my bedroom.

He rolled his body against mine, his erection slipped from my hip to the valley between my hips and my abdomen, the tip of his cock pressing against the leg hole of my knickers. He kissed my breasts, his cane was still in his left hand and now that his mouth was over my breasts, the tip of his cane started rubbing over my upper thighs.

He looked up from my breasts and smiled at me, "Your skin is so delicate...it marks so easily...I can only imagine what you would have looked like after my men had finished with you if you had chosen not to give yourself to my justice."

He kissed me on my lips, I felt his cane slip from my upper thigh, over the front of my knickers, pressing hard as it passed over my pussy mound and then on up my knickers to my bare abdomen.

I heard a scream from below and several very loud, "No, please don't...I'm a married woman...you can't..."

I felt Karl's lips curl into a smile against mine, he was smiling because he knew that his men had just started punishing Frau Stine in the apartment below. He smiled and his cock jumped away from my abdomen at the same time. Knowing that six men were raping a married woman below us had massively excited Karl.

I felt him press his stick into my abdomen quite hard and then he pushed it downwards again, the tip slipped under the waistband of my knickers. He bit my lips gently, Herman would never have bitten me, not even on my nipples and I didn't know any other women whose husband didn't bite their nipples while making love to them.

The tip of his stick rubbed from side to side, zig-zagging down through my pubic hair to the start of my vaginal cleft.

"I think that it is time to take your knickers off now Helga...stand up at the side of the bed!"

I thought that he would have pulled his cane out of my knickers first but he didn't, he followed me off of the bed with the tip of his cane still nestled against the cleft at the start of my vaginal opening.

I took my knickers off and stood there, if it hadn't been for his cane, I would have taken them off and rejoined him on my bed but he held me back with the tip of his cane pressing against my pussy, "Open your legs wider!"

I parted my thighs and he started rubbing the tip of his cane up and down my gash, "How often did Herman finger fuck you?"

I shook my head, "He never did things like that to me...not even before we married, he was happy to wait until we could make love properly!"

He smiled at me again, smiled and shook his head, "Did he ever lick your cunt for you?"

I shook my head again.

"You've never really been fucked in your life so far...you're really going to have an eye-opening experience today...Now lift your left foot off of the floor and put it on the edge of the bed!"

I lifted my left foot and he twisted his hand, dipping it below the level of my vagina, "Well, I guess if Herman never fingered you and never licked you out...I'll bet he never did anything like this..." he suddenly stabbed his hand upwards, forcing the pawn shaped tip of his cane inside my vagina, "...either!"

He used his cane to masturbate me, I could feel the silver tip as it slid in and out of my body because it was bulbous and thicker than the body of the cane and I could feel it striking my clitoris as it almost left my cunt and then it slipped back inside and the thick tip struck my cervix...slowly at first but then faster until I shuddered through an orgasm and I was shocked at the feeling that orgasm had on my body. Herman had taken many orgasms from me while making love to me but he had never given me one so far because he was always too gentle with me, so feeling the pleasure and breathlessness delivered in my body by a thin cane took me by surprise when Herman had never managed it with his much thicker cock.

I looked down at Karl's face, he looked very happy that I was rolling through my first ever orgasm, his face looked happy as did his cock, his cock was wagging like a dog's tail when it was really excited. The smile on Karl's face turned into slightly harder look and he started to move his hand harder, faster and more forcefully, lifting his hand so that the top of his cane pressed into my clitoris harder as it slid in and out of my cunt and when the tip crashed into my clitoris, my whole body jumped in a mixture of pain and pleasure. My orgasm built, growing stronger and more powerful, my breathing forced harder, I'd never heard Herman breathing that hard in all the times that we made love together.

I was about to collapse because I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs to service my bodily needs as well as feed my orgasm and that was the point that Karl pulled his cane out of my cunt, he moved it from my pussy to his mouth and he sucked it deep into his mouth, sucking my inner lubricant off of its tip.

"Would you prefer me to make love to you like Herman would have done, Helga? Or would you rather I fucked you properly?"

I was still confused by my bodies reaction to being fucked by a rattan cane and was struggling with the complex concept of the difference between making love and fucking...I always assumed that the two acts were the same, I stammered, "I don't understand the difference!"

"Well, if I make love to you, it will take me longer to cum but you will get less pleasure from it, if I fuck you, it will be over quicker but you will get a lot more pleasure!"

While I pondered the finer points of sexual intercourse...something that I'd never considered before in my life...Karl gestured for me to join him on my bed.

I lay down on my back and I opened my legs, he rolled on top of me but he held the tip of his cock back, hardly pressing against the outside of my cunt. He kissed me, slipped his tongue into my mouth for a few seconds and then he pulled his mouth away from mine and he simply said, "Well...make love or fuck?"

I whispered "Fuck please!"

My internal rational was that I didn't love Karl, I didn't particularly like him so I didn't want to make love to him, he was my rapist so I wanted it to be over and done with as quickly as possible.

He rammed his cock into me hard and fast...okay...Herman's cock seemed to be about the same size as Karl's cock but Herman never entered me so hard or so fast and that mad Karl's cock actually felt twice as big as Herman's had ever felt before.

I was orgasming again in fifteen seconds, Karl lifted his upper body and bent his neck so that he could bite my nipples as he rammed into me and then he looked down the length of my body...that was the first similarity between Karl and my husband...Herman liked to look down the length of my body as his cock slipped in and out of my cunt. I'd never looked myself...I'd been brought up believing that a wife should allow sex to happen to her, not do anything herself to...what was the word? Promote? Encourage? spur on? I just didn't have the experience to pick the right terms but once again, while Karl was looking down my body I kept my head on my pillow. Looking down my body had caused the speed and power of his fuck to slow and reduce, I'd reached a solid ten of an orgasm so I assumed that once again, Karl had climaxed without any outward signs of it like he had when I'd sucked him off a few minutes earlier.

I expected Karl to slip out of my body and let me rest, he did start to back away a little but then he stopped, he lowered his chest against my breasts, his thick carpet course hair tickling my tits and chest as he reached down with both hands, lifting my legs, his elbows hooking behind my knees, he lifted my legs, pushing my knees up close to my shoulders and then he said, "Right Helga, are you ready to start being fucked now?"

I thought 'WHAT?' to myself In disbelief! And then that thought was knocked out of my head like the breath was knocked out of my body by the force of his fucking all over again. There was lots of slapping sounds as his abdomen slapped against mine, the slapping was as loud as the slapping that I could hear from Frau Stine's apartment as Karl's soldiers were punishing her in her apartment below mine.

I heard my own disembodied scream as if it was someone else making the sound, it wasn't a scream of pain, even though I was grossly uncomfortable in my folded over position, it was a scream of pleasure. I lost all track of time, I couldn't say if I was being fucked in that position for two minutes, twenty minutes or two hours but what I did realise was, just like Herman, when Karl actually reached his own orgasm, he did breath heavily, he did jerk about, his muscles did all go into spasm, just like Herman did.

Actually Karl was far louder than Herman had ever been during sex, Karl bellowed out at the top of his lungs as he shuddered through his orgasm, so loud that it actually stopped the sounds of fucking and torture from the apartment below, I actually heard the six soldiers laughing...they knew that their commanding officer had just splashed down inside my body and that amused them.

My legs were allowed to fall back into their rightful position, taking the pressure off of my stomach muscles and I realised that I could still feel his cock in my vagina and that there were still little jerks from his cock as little spits and spots of his spunk were jerking from his cock.

He rested on top of me until my body spat his cock out!

He rolled to the left, gasping for air, he leaned over and kissed me, then he said, "Well, you've made love to Herman a great many times...did he ever give you anywhere close to that much pleasure in your life before?"

I felt very guilty but I shook my head, "I think if I added every bit of sexual pleasure that I got from my husband before today...it wouldn't come to one percent of what I Just felt over the last hour!"

He laughed out loud, "How long do you think we've been fucking for?"

"Well, I think about an hour...how long have we been...erm...doing it?"

"Fucking darling, it is okay to say fucking...My soldiers arrived at twelve o'clock and it is only one fifteen now and I questioned you for thirty minutes...I think that we were only..." He gestured with his head in my direction, "...come on!"

I whispered, "Fucking!"

"Louder darling!"

I said, "Fucking." At normal volume.

He nodded his head and said, "Louder!"

I shouted, "FUCKING!", at the top of my voice and giggled.

"I hate to see a messy bedroom darling, would you like to tidy up a little...I'd like to watch you tidy the room in the nude...and don't clean yourself up, I want to see my spunk trickling out of your lovely cunt!"

I rolled off of my bed, I picked one drawer up, looked under the lining paper, there was a '5' marked in pencil on the wooden bottom of the drawer...because the furniture was handmade, the drawers would only work properly if they were all in the right place. I slotted that drawer into the bottom opening, then I found the drawer with '2' and put that in the space one from the top. When all of the drawers were in place, I started to pick up my clothes.

"Stop...don't squat, keep your legs straight!"

I followed Karl's instructions, I picked up an arm full of linen, underskirts and blouses and dumped them in the bottom drawer.

"Stop, when you pick things up, I'd like you to keep your back to me and then put the things on the bed and face me as you fold everything up properly and put it in the right drawer."

I emptied the bottom drawer again, dropped everything on my bed and then I started folding them before returning them to the drawer.

I was a little self conscious, I spent very little time naked in front of Herman, it was just getting ready for bed or getting up in the morning, I always wore a night dress in bed too...I'd never done housework in the nude before, never worked with anyone watching me...dressed or naked!

I turned my back again and bent over, "Stop!"

I was bent over, the backs of my legs touching the side of my mattress.

"Reach back, part your buttocks for me to see into your body!"

I shivered as I felt behind myself, my fingertips pressing into the crack of my bum, I pulled myself open, I felt the tip of his cane pressing into my cunt again, he dipped me...coating the silver pawn on the end of his cane with the slippery liquid he had deposited inside of me.

He pumped his cane into my body, just like earlier, I was quick to climax and as I did, he pulled his cane out quickly and stabbed it against my anus. I jumped forward out of his reach. There was a swish sound...and a stinging pain across my right buttock, he had leaned to the right so that he could reach me again and he had whipped my bottom with his cane, he growled, "This is your punishment, you don't get to pick and choose how the punishment goes...if I have to correct you again, I'll call for my sergeant to come up and have you consigned to the military brothel for completion of your sentence...and not the officer's brothel, the enlisted men's brothel!"

He gave me a stern look and he swished his swagger stick from side to side close to my buttocks for emphasis.

I took the hint, I knew that the military zone had two main brothels, if Herman had been inclined, he was allowed to use the enlisted men's military brothel free of charge, once a month for twenty minutes but he never did, he said that the women working there were dirty, diseased and ugly, the other brothel was reserved for officers, they got weekly access, the officers got longer and their girls were much cleaner, healthier and prettier. I knew, almost by osmosis that the whores in the military brothels worked twelve hour long days...six days a week, it didn't take a mathematical genius to work out that a fully occupied battalion whore would take the milk of two hundred and sixteen men a week...even the officers whores would take up to fifty men a week.

so I returned to the side of the bed, I backed up to it, bent forward and pulled my bottom open for him again, he masturbated me with the end of his cane again, he took me to an orgasm again and then as I was gasping for breath, he moved position again and even though it hurt like hell, I had to stand there as he inserted the end of his swagger stick up my bum. He pushed it up and pulled it almost all of the way out several times, he managed to get the stick up higher with each rotation and when he had around six inches of his cane inside my bum, he let go of it, "Okay, you can continue tidying up...if the stick starts to slip, you have to push it back, if it falls to the floor, I will be very upset with you!"

I reached down to pick up knickers and saw his cock start to grow again, he was getting excited because of how he had humiliated me but then, I knew that I had volunteered to allow him to rape me and the victim of a rape didn't get to chose what happened to her...Frau Stine certainly wasn't getting any choice in what was happening to her, her screams had turned into whimpering sounds as the slapping sounds continued at speed.

Karl watched me closely for a while, I kept feeling his cane slip a little and pushed it back in before I cleaned up a little more. I was told to suck his cock, I stood at the left hand side of my bed and leaned over keeping my legs straight. As I sucked him, he started masturbating my bottom with his cane again, he managed to get it seven inches deep this time and then he let me go again.

I'd picked up the last item of clothes that had been thrown on the floor, Karl piled my pillows against the headboard of my bed and he was now sitting with his back against them, he told me to kneel at his side. I knelt on the bed, my knees touching his right hip. He made sure that his rattan cane was as far up me as it could go, then he lifted my left knee and pulled it over his lap so that I was facing him, "Guide me in darling!"

I reached between us and took a hold of his cock and pulled it away from his belly and then I settled down on it. He just sat there and I had to fuck him but the difference this time was that his cane was still sticking out of my bum as I worked on his cock. As I fucked him, I had to keep reaching behind myself to push the cane back up my bum when I felt it slipping out, slowing my fucking down, on the third time, he said, "You don't have to reach back like that, just go lower down, let your mattress push the cane back up."

I got into a really good rhythm once I started to use the bed to keep his cane in place in my bottom. I reached an orgasm and then started looking down between my body and his, watching his cock slipping in and out of my body actually added to my excitement, it increased the power of my orgasm and spurred me on to fucking him harder. I doubt that I would ever have been able to get him to his own orgasm in that position with no other stimulus but he did climax and all it took was a knock at my bedroom door and a gruff voice calling through the door..."Major!"

He climaxed, another noisy bellowing affaire and then he helped me off of his cock, he stood me at the side of the bed and told me to stay there. I still had his cane up my bum as I stood at the side of the bed, I felt it slip and just as Karl opened my bedroom door, I had to reach back and push it back up again. Karl's sergeant was standing at the door, he looked in at me, Karl didn't seem to care one little jot that his subordinate could see him in the nude, he certainly didn't care that the sergeant could see me standing in the nude. I pushed the cane again, this time I must have twisted my body a little because the sergeant smiled when he saw the large silver eagle embossed into the handle of Karl's rattan cane sticking out of my bum.

Karl said, "What is it sergeant?"

"Unfortunately Frau Stine has succumbed to her interrogation Heir Major!"

Karl was standing sideways on to me and as the sergeant told him that the woman was dead...effectively fucked to death by six powerful men, I saw Karl's cock twitch and start to grow all over again, even though he had climaxed for the second time that day...just a few seconds earlier.

"Anything else Sergeant?"

"We found gold and silver that had to have been a product of Private Stine's crime...there were two paintings, oil on canvas but no discernible signatures. Anyway, we have loaded it all into your car!"

"Fine, is that all?"

"There is one more thing Heir Major...the Stine's have a thirteen year old daughter, Pia Stine, she is at school at the moment!"

Karl's cock really reacted at that comment, it stood to attention in a second, "Go to the school and pick her up, if she's at all pretty, take her to the officers brothel, if she isn't, take her to the enlisted men's brothel."

"The sentence?"

"Erm...full term!"

Karl's cock jumped again as he basically sentenced a thirteen year old girl to serve in a military brothel until she was dead.

Karl left the bedroom door open as he walked back to my side, I was looking into the sergeant's eyes, he was still standing there looking at us with a smile on his face, Karl turned me violently so that I was facing the bed, I looked over my shoulder at the Sergeant as Karl gripped the top of his rattan cane and pulled it out of my bum so fast that it made the same swishing noise as it did when he hit me with it earlier.

He showed me the cane, the silver pawn tip was brown now as was seven inches of the length of the cane...I had managed to take a little over seven inches of the cane up my bottom. I looked from the cane to the sergeant's trousers, his cock was standing to attention too, he was excited by what Karl was doing to me, I had a sudden thought, 'The sergeant's cock looked a little thinner than the Karl's...if I'm expected to take a cock up my bum next, should I volunteer to let the sergeant do it to me rather than Karl doing it to me first.

There was a slight bow from the sergeant and then he clicked his heels together and he barked out, "Heir Major!", then he turned and he walked away. I actually felt a little disappointed that he was gone, that he wasn't looking at my naked body anymore, that he wouldn't be watching the next phase of my punishment.

I'd only been naked for about an hour and I was already so comfortable with being naked in front of others that I didn't care that my bedroom door was wide open and that, with my front door broken and wide open too, any of my neighbours could walk past at any moment and see me with Karl.

Karl sat at the foot of my bed, he pulled me onto the bed, turned me so that my head was over his cock and my knees, either side of his head, he pulled me down so that I had his cock in my mouth and he started licking my cunt out...I actually felt more disgusted by him licking my spunk filled cunt out than I had felt when he stuck his swagger stick up my bum but that was okay, he started to reinsert the tip of his cane again, just to double my disgust!

Even though I was disgusted...that didn't stop me slipping into yet another orgasm as he licked my clitoris. He was using his cane in my bottom again as I climaxed. This time, he wasn't fucking my bum with his stick, he had pushed the head of the pawn inside my bottom to the point where it went narrower than the cane and he started pulling it from side to side, then up and down and then he rotated it around, stretching my anal muscle in all directions. He was putting so much force in his movements that when he pushed up, he actually lifted my cunt away from his mouth and when he pulled it back down, he was forcing my pussy into his mouth and as I climaxed, I could feel my anal muscle clamping down on the silver pawn and then relaxing again.

Karl was getting quite excited again, his cock filling my mouth until I gagged, "Take me in deeper!"

"I can't, I'll be sick and it hurts too much when you try to get it in deeper!"

He stopped stretching my anus and growled, "I beg your parden?"

I gasped, "I'm sorry...I just didn't think that you would want me to be sick over your body!"

"You HAVE to work out how to get my cock all the way inside your throat and if you are sick over my body, I will shoot you...try swallowing hard when you get the feeling that you want to gag or choke!"

I returned to my sucking duties and with a combination of aligning my throat with his cock and swallowing hard as I pushed my mouth down harder, there was a 'Pop' in my head as his crown stretched my esophagus and slipped deep into my throat. He started to buck his hips up into my mouth but I was okay now, I'd got over the hump and I could take him in as deeply as he wanted to.

He started to climb into his orgasm but before he splashed down in my throat, he turned me and covered my body again...he wasn't trying to give me pleasure, he was fucking me the way that Herman would have done, he was just trying to get himself off in my cunt but even though he was just trying to take his pleasure from me, I still managed to reach another orgasm on his cock.

I lay on my back, watching him dress, it took him longer to get dressed than it took him to cum in my pussy. As he dressed he said, "What will you do tomorrow?"

I smiled, I thought that he was asking me for a date, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, this apartment was part of Herman's job, he will be replaced tomorrow and his replacement will need it, would you like me to ask him that if he isn't bringing his wife to Berlin with him, if he would like you to stay on and keep his bed warm for him?"

I was so shocked...I was brought back down to the earth with a bump, I'd allowed all of the sexual pleasure to fool me into thinking that we had a real connection and Karl had just reminded me that I was his victim and he was my rapist. I shook my head! "No thank you!"

Karl stamped his feet on the tiled floor of my bedroom to squeeze his feet into position inside his boots, he snapped his fingers and held his hand open, "Papers!"

I went to my handbag, I found my identity papers, my main ID with my photograph stuck to the inside of page two and all of my details on page three, I also had a pass that allowed me to be inside the military zone, I handed both over...Karl snapped his fingers again and said, "Commissary pass!"

The commissary pass allowed me to get into the military shops, it was how I got my food and clothing and now all three of my official papers were in the breast pocket of Karl's tunic and he was leaving my bedroom.

"Pack a suitcase, you will only be allowed one suitcase and only personal clothes, no jewellery, no gold or silver, no artworks, everything else must be left here. Oh, and there's a major security crackdown in the military zone today, that's how we caught private Stine this morning...I would advise you not to leave this apartment until your escort arrives to take you out of the military zone. If you get caught in the military zone without a pass you will be shot."

I flopped down on my bed and watched as Karl left my front door wide open and walked away.

I was a little surprised at myself...just a few hours ago I was the kind of woman who would have dressed as quickly as I could in this kind of a situation but no! I was happily sitting on the edge of my bed in the nude. I even left my bedroom, walked right past my front door and on to the kitchen still naked. I made myself a cup of coffee and walked into my living room still naked. I sat in front of my fireplace drinking coffee for an hour before returning to my bedroom. I dressed...well, almost dressed, I pulled my dress on over my shoulders and buttoned the front but I didn't bother with knickers or bra under it.

I suddenly remembered Frau Stine. I left my apartment's door wide open, the lock had been smashed out of its keep so closing it wouldn't have helped with security at all.

I went down the stairs and to the left. Frau Stine's door looked like mine, the lock's bolt was extended and the metal striking plate was still hanging from the lock, the wood around the striking splintered into shards.

I looked in her bedroom, it was in a mess, just like my own floor had been but that wasn't where the soldiers had abused her. I remembered her living room, I'd been in that room for coffee and cake when I first moved into the apartment block. I spotted a wedding photograph in the grate on the fire hearth, it was June and warm so there hadn't been a fire, the photograph was whole but it had been in a gilded silver frame, the photograph was ten by twelve inches and had been in a far bigger frame. Large and silver guilt but it would have only been worth a few Reichsmarks.

I thought that the soldiers must have removed her body after finishing with her and as I pondered the futility of stealing her possessions that had such little value, I found her. Her body was behind the sofa, the soldiers had ripped her curtains from her living room windows and her body was under them on the floor. I uncovered her, her left ankle and left wrist were both tied to the legs of the sofa, her wrist was tied to one end of the sofa, her ankle to the other end, her right ankle was tied to a water pipe, her legs stretched far beyond any point of comfort for her. The pole that had held her curtains up was tied to her right wrist, it went behind her neck and the other end was tied to her left wrist.

Tying her spread-eagled like that meant that one soldier could fuck her while the other five could search her apartment and take anything of value out to their trucks and cars. She was so badly beaten that I didn't actually recognise her. I couldn't believe that she had been left like that for anyone to find her and I was kneeling at her side to untie her when two Ordnungspolizei officers appeared at the living room door, "Frau Stine?"

I stood up and shook my head, I pointed at the floor behind the sofa, "This is Frau Stine, six SS troopers tortured her and killed her...look!"

I saw a smile on the face of the Ordnungspolizei officer who looked over the back of the sofa when he saw that she had been raped violently. "Did you witness the attack Frau...?"

"Schmitt...Helga Schmitt...I'm from apartment three-one-five. No, I didn't witness the attack but the six troopers were in my apartment before they were sent down here to interrogate her!"

He took his notepad out of his pocket, he had his pen in his hand and I thought that he was going to take notes but rather than taking notes, he was reading something, "Are you the wife of Private Herman Schmitt?"

I nodded my head and I said "Yes."

He moved quickly, his hand gripped my wrist, "We have an arrest warrant for you Frau Schmitt...you have to come with us!"

"Why...I've already been questioned by SS Major Karl Bachmann, he told me to wait in my apartment until an escort comes to take me out of the military zone."

I felt a slight stiffening in the Ordnungspolizei officer holding my wrists body, "Was it Major Bachmann's men that questioned this woman?"

I nodded my head.

"May I give you a word of warning Frau Schmitt?"

I looked into his eyes, "What is it?"

"It would be better for you if you forget all about what happened to Frau Stine, forget all about the SS troopers even entering the apartment block...believe me, I've already forgotten what you told me because I don't want to tangle with Adolf Hitler's punishment brigade, even as an innocent bystander."

The second Ordnungspolizei officer used Frau Stine's telephone to report on their findings to their office. I couldn't believe my ears, "When we finally broke into the apartment we found that Frau Stine had committed suicide, she must have known that we were coming for her sir!"

I looked at the officer still holding my wrist, "She would have committed suicide if she had known what punishment awaited her, if she had known that we were coming!"

The report logged in the Ordnungspolizei office, another call was put in to the Reichstag Building, the switchboard answered, "Can you put me through to Major Bachmann's office please?"

There was a conversation about me and then the Ordnungspolizei officer's face turned white, he covered the mouthpiece of the telephone, "They are talking to Major Bachmann at his home...oh, all right, we will do that sir."

He put the phone down, he came over to me and he formed a fist and he placed his fist against my stomach, "When Major Bachmann asks you what happened, you have to tell him that I just punched you in your stomach for leaving your apartment after being instructed to stay there, if you don't, I'll be sent to the Russian front, they have a unique way of punishment, they send prisoners ahead of the advancing troops to trigger land mines, trip booby traps or become targets for Russian snipers...prisoners in the pioneer punishment battalion don't live for very many days!"

I was escorted back to my apartment and told not to leave again until I was collected.

I packed a suitcase with a few clothes and then cooked myself a meal...the meal that I was planning to cook for my husband for our anniversary the following day.

At eight o'clock there was a knock at my front door and Karl walked into my kitchen, I looked up from the table, he said, "That smells nice Helga."

"Would you like some, I have plenty!"

He sat at my table and I placed a plate of food in front of him, it seemed almost poetic, my body belonged to Herman and Karl had used that this afternoon and this evening, he was eating Herman's anniversary dinner.

"You left your apartment earlier against my strict instruction!"

I apologised unreservedly.

"What kind of knickers are you wearing under your dress?"

I shook my head, "I didn't put any underwear on after you left."

"Why did you go down to the Stine apartment?"

"I wanted to see if there was anything that I could do to help her or her family."

"Okay, at least your intentions were honourable but you did do something against my orders and so there must be a little punishment...bare your buttocks and bend over the end of the table!"

There was no hesitation, I pulled the back of my dress up above my hips and then bent over the end of the table.

"A six pace strike I think Helga...don't make a sound, don't cry out or cry...this is your own fault."

Karl took six paces, he was out in the hall, he ran back those six paces and as he moved, his cane in his hand, moving in an arch, striking my bare buttocks at full speed as well as full force. It was a sharp stinging pain but I held back any reaction.

I looked up from the table, up at his face. There was a look of excitement on his face as he watched the bright red welt form on my buttocks from his swagger sticks strike. I could only imagine what it looked like because earlier he had given my breasts several gentle hits with his cane and those welts were still visible on my breasts over eight hours later.

"Did you pack a case?"

I nodded my head.

"Fetch it."

Another difference between Herman and Karl, Herman would never allow me to carry my own case if he had an empty hand, Herman would try to carry every heavy load for me.

I spotted the two Ordnungspolizei officer's from earlier, they were standing on the street in front of the apartment building. As I was walking a few paces behind Karl, I was asked for my papers and Karl opened his tunic's breast pocket and handed my papers to the Ordnungspolizei officers.

My papers were checked, my face compared with my papers and the officers clicked their heels together in informal salute, "Have a good evening Frau Bachmann!"

That confused me a lot.

My papers were returned to Karl and he put them back into his breast pocket again.

We walked towards the Reichstag Building, just around the corner from the main building we came to a building that proudly proclaimed 'Eingetragenes Männerbordell' or 'Enlisted Men's Brothel'. Karl climbed the four steps to the front door and as it opened, he looked back at me and told me to join him at the door. A large man opened the door and he instantly recognised Karl.

"Good evening Heir Major...who would you like to see tonight?"

"I'd like Helga Schmitt's room!"

I gasped, I must have really pissed Karl off earlier, leaving my apartment and getting caught by the police and them ringing him at home and now he was carrying out his threat to sentence me to battalion whore for the rest of my life and with battalion whores servicing on average a thousand men a month, that life could be very short indeed.

The doorman said, "Helga is with a customer at the moment Heir Major!"

Okay, now that confused me...I thought that I was standing on the doorstep outside the brothel, not in a bedroom servicing a customer.

"Who is she with?"

He looked in his ledger, "Private William Steiff Heir Major, he is in Berlin on rest and recuperation before his unit is moved up to the Russian front sir!"

"Oh, I'm sure that he won't mind me disturbing him, reset his time..." Karl checked his watch, it's nine o'clock now, give him until ten o'clock for my disturbing his furlough!"

"Very good Heir Major, it's room five on the basement level!"

Karl pulled me behind him. I looked around the main entrance, it looked like a bar, men waiting for a whore to become available drinking beer, the building was palatial, it had been built by a Jewish merchant in the eighteen nineties as his family home but after Kristallnacht, he was taken away to a concentration camp and the government took his house and converted into a one hundred room brothel with several public rooms, a library, a restaurant and a comfortable bar area.

I followed Karl down to the cellar and on to room number five, Karl hit the door with his swagger stick and then opened it without invitation. I didn't hold back, I knew that there was fucking going on in the room from twenty feet away and I wanted to see what was happening before Karl stopped it.

The man was a giant, he was at least six feet five inches tall, he was totally naked as was the woman on her back on the bed. He was really pounding his cock into her as he slowly looked over his shoulder to see who had just burst in on him. He saw the uniform rather than the man in the uniform and he pulled his cock out of the whore's cunt and he jumped to his feet and even though he was naked, he stood to attention, clicked his bare heels silently together and snapped out a "Heir Major!"

Karl looked down at the woman, he smiled at her sadistically, "Having fun Helga?"

I was once again confused, he was looking at her but seemed to be talking to me, I was about to answer him when he turned to face the naked soldier.

"I'm sorry to disturb your RandR time Private Steiff...may I call you William?"

"Sir!"

"I have ordered extra time for you to use with Frau Schmitt, I have a little business with her, should just take a few seconds and after I finish, you can have her until ten o'clock!"

Karl turned to the woman, "Papers!"

She almost looked bored as she rolled to one side and took her papers out of her handbag and handed all three components to Karl with her left hand.

Karl caught a hold of her left hand and pulled a wedding ring off of her third finger, the wedding ring was quite ostentatious, a broad gold band with a heart shaped cartouche with decorative engraving, a capital 'K' and 'R', above a 'V' and 'R', the four letters intertwined.

Karl moved so that he was close to William, he pulled me over to his side, "What do you think darling?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I was too confused to understand what was going on.

I was pulled behind the man, "I can see that William really looks after himself..." Karl took my left hand, "...can you see the definition of these muscles?" He placed my left hand on the ridges formed by William's muscles.

My hands were moved all over the muscles over William's back, all the way to his buttocks, the man had incredibly small buttocks for a man of his size. Karl pulled me in front of the man again, Karl placed my hands on William's chest muscles and I was being encouraged to feel all of the muscles down his front.

"Do you have much experience with women William?"

Karl was watching my fingers exploring William's six pack.

"Quite a bit sir!"

"How many women would you say it took to make your cock that big William?"

"I think that I've used it on around a thousand women so far sir!"

I'd stopped exploring between the bottom two rectus abdominis muscles. I was staring at his massive cock, it was eleven or twelve inches long and with my arm right there, I could compare it against my wrist, it was easily fatter than my wrist.

"A thousand women William? And were all of those woman willing partners?"

William gave Karl a suspicious look and then he made up his mind to be truthful, "About two thirds of the women have been unwilling sir but only non-German women...every German woman that I've had sex with were either willing or whores like Helga!"

Karl chuckled, "The spoils of conquering heroes eh William?"

I saw a little jump in William's body and the head of his cock bumped into the back of my hand.

Karl put his arm over my shoulder and he pulled my body against his, "What do you think darling...would you like to feel that in your tight cunt?"

I wanted to shout out 'Yes' but I played it cool and just shrugged my shoulders.

Karl put his mouth close to my ear, "When a shepherd is checking if a ram will father many lambs, he feels the rams balls to see if they have enough strength...feel William's balls, see what you think of his strength!!"

I may have been confused by the situation but I knew better than to displease or disobey Karl so I lowered my hand and felt William's balls.

Karl watched as I explored William's balls and then he looked down at the woman, "Tell me Helga...what crime did you commit to be sentenced to serve in a military brothel?"

"I refused to allow my husband to have anal sex with me sir!"

Karl looked back at me, I was still fondling William's balls with my left hand.

"I'm sorry William, I've taken too much of your time...you've started to go soft...darling, help William to get hard again."

Well, I hadn't been told to stop checking his strength so I didn't, I moved my right hand away from across Karl's lower back and used my right hand to rub his cock...I couldn't feel any softening of William's cock, he still felt like a rod of iron to me.

"Right William...I know that you are on furlough right now...I would really like to talk to you tomorrow in my office, if you're the right calibre of man, I might offer you a posting to my team, would that interest you?"

William snapped to attention again and he said, "Yes sir!"

I was still fondling Williams balls and rubbing his cock while the two men were talking, I was actually enjoying myself, I was only wearing a dress and I was sure that the whore and the soldier could tell that I was almost as naked as them and of course, they were both totally naked and I'd seen them fucking, albeit fleetingly and I was loving it.

Karl left me playing with William, he opened the door and I worried that he might be leaving me in the whorehouse after all.

Karl stopped in the doorway and said, Come along darling, you've had your chance to feel William's cock in your cunt and you've blown it, come on, William wants to get back to fucking his whore...erm William, may I suggest that you fuck her anus, she's in here for refusing it and the brothel will need her to provide that service for other customers!"

Karl didn't walk towards the stairs, he walked in the opposite direction, there was a coal fired boiler at the back of the basement, it was feeding the brothel with hot water for their bathrooms but in the winter, it would also heat the radiators around the massive house.

Karl asked the stoker to open the grate's door, he threw the woman's papers into the fire, "Add a shovel of coal!"

"The boiler doesn’t need more coal yet!"

Karl jutted his jaw out, hardened his look and the man turned and scooped up a shovel full of coal and threw it into the fire grate on top of the burning papers before closing the door.

When we got close to bedroom five again, I could hear the woman screaming, she was in a great deal of pain. I looked at Karl's face, he had a look of total excitement on his face.

"You know that it is your fault that she is in here...don't you?"

"How?"

"I got so excited when I was playing with you earlier that I went home to fuck my housekeeper up her arse. I would have really enjoyed breaking your arse in but you were still far too tight, even after I'd tried stretching you out, I knew that I wouldn't have enjoyed fucking your arse while you were so tight!"

He stopped me at the bottom of the stairs, he took my left hand and twisted my wedding ring on my third finger, "Is this ring engraved in any way?"

I shook my head.

"I'm not totally heartless and unfeeling, I know that this ring will have some sentimental meaning for you..." He pulled my ring off of my third finger and he moved it onto my right hand, same finger but less significance, you can wear this ring. Then he took the ring that he had just removed from the whore's finger and he placed it on the third finger of my left hand.

"You're now Frau Victoria Bachmann...never forget that, unless I tell you too...Officially, Helga Schmitt was executed at twelve pm today."

Karl handed me my papers, "Here put these in your hand bag...keep them very safe!"

I looked at my new ID papers, it had my face and most of my details but the name on the ID was Victoria Bachmann, as was the name on my military zone pass but it was for zones one and two, not just zone two like my old pass. I also had a commissary pass in the name of Victoria Bachmann as well...my identity had totally changed in just a few hours...Karl had 'Married' me in my absence without even asking me if I wanted to marry him.

Military zone number one was on the opposite side of the Reichstag Building from zone two so walking from the brothel to Karl's apartment meant that we had to cross the plaza in front of the Reichstag Building. Karl took me to the lamp post that Herman had been hung from. I felt a great sadness when I saw him, I felt more than a little awkward because Karl had his right arm over my shoulder and my left arm was across his back. Karl stopped me at Herman's feet, he turned his back to the lamp post and he kissed me, right there, in front of my dead husband.

"When we get home, I'm going to expect a happy fuck with you, not a sad fuck...I don't want to have to find another empty bedroom for another new whore in the enlisted men's brothel."

Well, that was Karl all over...the loving word, the sexual reference that was swiftly followed by the stinging punch in the belly or the threat of a fate worse than death. I had just a short walk to make up my mind...throw myself into a life of serving Karl's sexual needs, unwaveringly, uncompromisingly and without refusal of any kind...or, just turn around right now and walk back to the brothel right now, I'd have to endure more sex from more men but over a much shorter timescale.

I blocked the tears and turned towards military zone one again, dragging Karl away from my husband's lamppost...at least Herman wouldn't be lit up at night...not until we beat England and stopped their futile bombing raids on our city.

As we walked slowly with Karl toward his building, I pondered my day, I'd sucked my first cock, I had been masturbated with a cane in my cunt, I'd been fucked to an orgasm for the very first time in my life, I'd been masturbated in my back passage with the cane, I'd fucked Karl from on top and given myself an orgasm from his cock and a man had seen me being fucked, then Karl had tried stretching my anal muscle to make me available to him for anal sex. I'd managed to deep throat Karl's cock, he had licked my cunt to a great many orgasms and I'd been fucked hard in much the same way that my husband usually did. On a minute for minute I'd had about as much sex with Karl in one afternoon as I'd had from my husband since I married him and in two years, although I was totally happy with my sex life, Herman had never taken me close to an orgasm the way that he fucked me.

Karl had all of that sex with me and he still went looking for more sex from Victoria, his housekeeper. within minutes of leaving my bed...only that time he didn't want oral sex or straight vaginal sex, he wanted anal sex from her and she made the mistake of saying no to him...possibly for the first time since she had known him...and he had reacted by sentencing her to working in a brothel for the rest of her life.

So, Karl had already had more sexual exercise in just a few hours than my husband had in two years and he still wanted more.

We reached Karl's apartment block, I looked up, it seemed very ornate but that is why they chose the building as one of the officer's accommodation blocks. The block was so posh that it even had the very latest Wener Von Siemens electrically powered elevator inside with automatically operated doors. When we reached the top floor Karl pointed to his front door, there were eight apartments on the top floor, four doors on each side of the vestibule with the lift and staircase.

"Take your dress off darling!"

I looked around all of the doors, each one had a glass window set into the face of the door, anyone inside an apartment could see out into the vestibule at any moment...swoosh...thwack. I held back the scream from the bite of Karl's swagger stick crossing my buttocks.

I scowled at him and said, "What was that for?"

"I told you to take your dress off and instead of doing it, you looked around to see if it was safe!"

"Damned right I did..."

He raised his arm, his swagger stick high above his head. I held my hand up and quickly started unbuttoning my dress apologising as I did.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it instantly, without question, I know that someone could have been looking through one of the windows in their front door and if I wanted them to see you naked in the hallway, then you will be naked in the hallway"

I slipped my dress off of my shoulders and stood there naked. I was looking from one door to the next to see if anyone was actually watching me. There was a sound from behind me, someone lower down in the building had called the elevator down and as I looked at it, a shiver of excitement ran through my body that someone could be coming up to our floor on the elevator.

Karl took my dress and my suitcase off of me, he positioned me facing the door of the elevator, just a foot away from it, "Wait there!"

I could now see through the landing door, the counterbalance weight was at the side of the door, I leaned forward and looked down the shaft...two men stepped into the car, if they had looked up, they would have seen through the mesh roof of the car and the open lattice door and just inches away from the door, my naked body. The shiver of excitement hit me again but more powerfully. I remembered the first thing that I did when the lift started to rise on our way up to the top floor was to look up and marvel at the complexity of the lift's mechanism...but then, it was the first time that I had ever ridden in an elevator.

I heard Karl open his front door, he put my suitcase inside and my dress on top of it, he came to my side and placed his arm across my shoulder, his lips against my ear, "That is Oberst Grebe and his twelve year old son, Otto. They live on the floor below us. Karl held me in place until the elevator stopped on the landing below us, the doors opened and the occupants both stepped out without looking up, closing the doors behind them. I'd watched Colonel Grebe and his son closely as they left the elevator...once again, I was in a situation that I didn't want to be in, I'd found it exciting and when things didn't go the way that my imagination had predicted, I felt let down, disappointed even!

Karl kept his arm across my shoulder and he swept his other arm under my knees, lifting me up, he chuckled, "Light as a feather...you had better keep it that way, if I can't carry a woman like this for one hundred yards, I replace her with a lighter woman. You'd better watch what you eat Victoria."

I was carried across the threshold into Karl's apartment, it crossed my mind that it was a good thing that Karl counted his apartment's front door as his threshold and not the street door, I could imagine standing out on the street, naked as Karl lifted me to carry me inside the building. Yet another shiver of excitement ran through my body at my own imagination.

I was carried into Karl's bedroom, that one room was as large as my whole apartment had been and I spotted that the bedroom had a bathroom of its own through an opening in the wall. Karl dropped me on his bed and then he rolled me onto my stomach. As he kissed the welts his swagger stick had made on my buttocks...the very first time anyone had ever kissed my bum, I looked back to his bedroom door, I saw my suitcase inside the front door with my dress draped over it, the front door was still wide open and I could still see the open mesh of the elevator's scissor gate door and the lift shaft beyond. If anyone came up in the elevator to this floor, they would see me on Karl's bed even before the elevator's doors opened.

Karl probed my vagina with two fingers, "You're excited darling...your cunt is dripping wet!"

I smiled at him and nodded my head.

"If I had asked you to...would you have sucked William's cock?"

"Of course I would, if I hadn't, you would have punished me!"

Karl laughed at my answer, "Okay, I'll grant you that...but...would you have enjoyed doing it do you think?"

"I think that it could have been painful, he was so big that it would have stretched my jaw but I think I would have enjoyed trying it!"

"I do wish that you had been a little more proactive...it would have been so much more exciting for me if you had actually masturbated William without my having to have asked you to and if you had even kissed his cock for him I would have been over the moon!"

He kissed my bottom again, his lips were kissing along each of the lines made by his swagger stick in my buttocks, "You know, I think I like this one the best, it actually has the shape of the silver tip of my cane embossed into it!"

I was trying to see my buttocks over my shoulder, he grabbed my arm, "Here, come and see for yourself in the mirror."

I was pulled in front of one of the mirror fronted wardrobe doors, he turned me and I looked at the reflection of my backside. There were three angry, red, strike marks across my buttocks and he was right, I could see the pawn shaped mark of the tip of his swagger stick glowing red on the surface of my buttocks.

I'd known that striking me with his cane had excited Karl and that looking at the marks that he had left behind had also excited Karl but showing them off to me seemed to have excited him more. I turned and looked at my naked breasts in his mirror too, he had only hit my breasts gently with his cane but seven or so hours later there were still faint red strike marks in my breast's flesh. Karl kissed those welts too, then there was the sound of the scissor gate doors of the elevator opening.

I got a fresh jolt of excitement as I realised that someone was just stepping out of the elevator. I couldn't see who it was but they couldn't see me either as I was now in front of the wardrobe. Karl stepped to one side and greeted his neighbour, there was a short discussion, Karl called him Oberstleutnant Muller, that made the neighbour one rank higher than Karl, a Lieutenant-Colonel.

Muller had worried that 'They' had finally caught up with Karl and taken him away to face trial because his front door was wide open. Karl made a gesture with his hand for me to cross from my side of the bedroom door to the other side so that Oberstleutnant Muller would see me if he was looking. Karl stepped to the front door. I took a deep breath, 'Fast or slow?' I wondered which Karl would prefer...I didn't need to wonder, did I, he would prefer me to cross over slowly, absentmindedly.

Karl said, "Don't be silly Oberstleutnant, if I get myself caught, who would provide you with the good cognac and pornography?"

I pretended to be sorting my hair out as I crossed the bedroom doorway, I heard a gasp from Oberstleutnant Muller and Karl looked over his shoulder, "Victoria darling, come and meet our next door neighbour!"

I took another deep breath and stepped into the bedroom doorway brushing my hair with a silver hair brush. Karl gestured with me to join him at the front door.

Karl wrapped his right arm over my shoulder, "This is Oberstleutnant Muller darling, he lives in apartment number three...it's my job to provide him with the little luxuries that even the commissary in this part of town can't provide.

Muller snapped his heels together and he bowed at me.

Karl laughed, "Come now Oberstleutnant Muller, that greeting was almost cold and reserved enough to be British!"

Muller laughed in return and he placed his hands on my shoulders and he kissed me on each cheek, I thought that he had finished...he thought that he had finished, I smiled at him, I saw his eyes flick over to Karl's smiling face and after a really long pause, he kissed me again, this time, on my lips. I had just been standing there passively but as our lips met, I made a move...I only raised my hands and placed them on Muller's hips, just below his leather belt. My hand movement hadn't been missed by Karl, his smile widened because I'd made that simple move. The kiss was easily twenty seconds long, far longer than any normal greeting.

Muller leaned away from me, parting our lips but my hands were still on his hips. He looked at Karl's face, he cleared his throat, "Anything new for me Bachmann?"

"There is a new girl at the brothel, she's a thirteen year old virgin and I've had her reserved for you, if you're not interested, I'll phone up and make her available to General Kline, he likes breaking a virgin in..."

"No...no, I'll go straight over, what's her name?"

"Pia Stine."

"What is she guilty of?"

"Her father was caught stealing army supplies...he even took oil paintings that were on route to Albert Speer from a Dutch museum...so you can do what you want to do to the daughter."

"Oil paintings...valuable?"

I saw the corners of Karl's mouth turn up, he was trying to hid his amusement, "I have no idea Oberstleutnant...I'm just a simple major but they are here, I've left a message for Heir Speer that I have them and asking him where he would like them delivered to."

I could see a sweat of greed on the Oberstleutnant's face, "Can I see the pictures?"

"This way heir Oberstleutnant."

Muller took a hold of my left hand and he pulled me behind him as he followed Kael towards his living room. The paintings were on the floor, propped against a wall. Muller inspected both paintings closely...

"Bachmann...this one is a Rembrandt and this other is a Gainesboro, they would be worth around a half a million dollars on the open market, any other man would have kept them and headed for Switzerland!"

"It's a good job that we are such good friends Oberstleutnant...or I'd have to look into your background!"

Muller slapped my bum playfully, "I'd better get off to see fräulein Stine before the manager of the brothel gets greedy and sells her to a less deserving man than me for a small fortune."

I thought that Karl was going to follow Heir Muller to the front door but he stopped in front of me...Muller wasn't even out of the living room door when Karl reached between my legs, cupping my pussy in his right hand and slipped two fingers into my vagina, he smiled because there was a squelching sound as his fingers slipped into my body.

Carl opened his mouth to speak but the words that came out were from the front door, "Would you like me to close your front door Bachmann?"

Karl shouted out, "Please Oberstleutnant."

There was a clunk as the door closed and Karl laughed and he moved his fingers from my cunt and up to his mouth, sucking my juice off of them, "What did you think of the Oberstleutnant Victoria?"

"He was nice I suppose."

Karl laughed louder, "I doubt that Pia Stine will share your view in about ten minutes time..." The laugh got louder, "...and the brothel is an eight minute walk away!"

Karl took my wrist in his hand and pulled me back through to the bedroom, I was pushed down onto the bed and he climbed on top of me. From my experience with Karl so far, I knew that he wasn't trying to give me pleasure, he was fucking me like Herman always did, just using my hole to get his own pleasure but even fucking me like that, I reached an orgasm quite easily.

My orgasm took Karl a little by surprise and gave him a dip in his own climb and had to start over from the ground floor again.

"Would you have liked Muller to fuck you darling?"

"I would have let him fuck me if you had wanted me to."

"I'd always love to watch you having sex, no matter who with or where...and you shouldn't think of sex as something a man does to you...you know how to fuck a man...you did a good job of fucking me earlier when you were on top of me and we weren't really in the best position for sex when you got me off!"

I thought, 'You actually got off when your sergeant knocked on my bedroom door...not because of anything that I was doing with you!'

I had another orgasm just before Karl reached his happy ending, we cuddled and kissed for a few minutes and then Karl gave me a guided tour of his apartment, Karl's apartment had a four bedrooms on the top floor of the block...the penthouse...four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, a drawing room, a kitchen and a dining room, it was like a world away from zone two where I lived before. It was kind of upside down compared to my old block, in that block, there were three bedroom apartments on the ground floor, two bedroom apartments on the second floor and one bed apartments on the top. In Karl's block the biggest and best apartments were on the top floor, and the lesser apartments were lower down.

I got another thought, "How come...a full colonel is on the third floor in a three bed apartment and above him are a Lieutenant-Colonel, a full rank lower and a Major, two full ranks lower than him in larger four bed apartments?"

Karl pulled my naked body into his side, "It's more a political thing that a rank thing...Colonel Grebe is a full colonel, a career officer but he is in the infantry, he is in charge of the men guarding the city of Berlin. Lieutenant-Colonel Muller is a lower rank but he is on the Reichstag's general staff and he is a party member, he joined the party in nineteen twenty, his party number is under one hundred and that counts for a lot in the Reichstag!"

"And you?"

"Well, as you know...I'm in the 'SS', I work directly for Adolf Hitler, doing the things that he can't or won't trust others to do...like sniff out traitors against him or the party and deal with them robustly."

"Are you a party member?"

That made him smile, he nodded his head, "My party card says that I joined in nineteen twenty as well and my number is fifty-two!"

"Is that like my ID papers saying that my name is Victoria Bachmann?"

"The same way darling."

"So, even though you're only a Major, you are considered to be even more important that a full Colonel?"

Karl nodded his head, "Not just a Colonel, there are Generals, Admirals and General der Waffengattung who would shit themselves if I walked into their office without my telling them in advance why I was going to see them!"

We went to bed, in the nude, he turned me so that my back was to him...I thought that this was going to be it, my introduction to anal sex with Karl's huge cock...I laughed inwardly, I had thought that Karl had a huge cock until I saw William Stiff's cock...now William did have a huge cock and I missed my chance to sample it, William was due to be transferred to the Russian front any day now and infantry troops didn't live long in the meat grinder on that front.

Karl wasn't pushing his advantage against my anus, he was settling down to sleep and he just wanted to rest his cock against my body, the last thing he said before he fell asleep was, "I have to wake at five thirty, if you wake before that, I like a cup of coffee at my bedside and I like to be woken by oral sex!"

So I had my orders, I thought that as it was my first time in bed with him, I'd better do my best to please him in the morning. Fortunately my predecessor had a small travel clock that was already set to five am and all it needed was to be wound up to make sure that it would still be running in the morning.

I woke, made coffee and placed it on the table at the side of the bed, I eased the blankets off of Karl and took his cock in my mouth, I managed to make him groan with pleasure as his eyes opened. He gripped my head in both hands and fucked my mouth until he climaxed.

"Bath!"

"I've already filled it for you!"

He looked impressed. He climbed into the bath and looked at me, I filled a jug with bath water and poured it over his head, scrubbing the bar of soap into his scalp. I washed him swiftly and efficiently and once his body was clean, I made his breakfast. As he ate his breakfast, I polished his boots as well as his belt...I even took his gun out of its holster. It wasn't the standard, large, clumsy luger 'P08', he had a compact Italian Beretta Model 1934 that meant his holster was smaller and more stylish too

"You were very good at bathing me this morning darling, did you bathe Herman that way darling?"

I shook my head, "when I was a child in Mönchengladbach, my father and grandfather were coal minors...we didn't have a bathroom like this though, my father and grandfather had a zinc bath in front of the kitchen oven. I used to watch my mother bathing them and my earliest memory was fantasising about the day that I could marry a coal miner and wash him when he got home from the pit...Herman wasn't a coal miner though...he was a clerk in the shunting yard, he counted the coal trucks leaving the mine and where they were going. After our honeymoon he was called up to join the Reichstag logistics office, so no, I never did get to give Herman a bath even though I had fantasised about doing it and how I would do it."

"Why didn't you just do it anyway?"

"Herman never asked me to and my mother warned me to never do anything that I hadn't been asked to do, she thought that it was the nature of a man to want more, 'If you give him an inch, he will want a foot the next time' so I only ever did what I was asked to do.

Karl was about ready to leave, I was straightening the cross belt from his gun belt and fastening his epaulette over it, "What should I wear today Karl? I've looked around the apartment, there doesn't seem to be much female clothing around."

"You're perfectly dressed right now darling."

"I will have to go shopping to get something for dinner though!"

He pointed to a long, black, leather coat, hanging on a hook at the side of the front door, Wear that to go shopping darling!"

"Just the coat?"

"Just the coat."

Another shiver ran through my body, I'd known Karl less than twenty-four hours but I'd felt the shiver of excitement running through my body more in that few hours than I'd felt in my life before.

I stood at the front door to kiss Karl goodbye, he remembered that he needed something from the bedroom, "Call the elevator for me darling and hold the doors open for me."

I didn't even think about it this time, even though I was totally naked, I marched across the hall to the elevator, pressed the call button and then looked down through the scissor gate, into the elevator car...my pulse rate was about one-thirty a minute until I saw that the car was empty and once again, I felt deflated and disappointed.

I couldn't believe just how quickly I'd changed from a totally faithful and shy wife, into a virtual nymphomaniac...just a day in my life but oh what a day!

Karl kissed me at the elevator gate and then he left me standing, naked, on the landing of his apartment block.

I swept every room in the house, mopped those floors that were in use, I found Karl's pornography collection, not that it was hidden, Karl was proud of his vast collection of pornographic material, he had display cabinets in his drawing room as well as open bookcases full of books and magazines.

I was reading one book...well, looking at the pictures rather than reading it, a husband who was a carpenter, made his wife a fake cock to use on herself while he was working away from home, there were several photographs of his wife using the fake cock on herself as well as photographs of her husband using it on her.

When I reached the end of that first book, I was replacing it on the bookshelf and about to select another one when I thought of food. I would have to cook Karl his dinner tonight so I looked to see what we had in the larder.

I was well used to having to shop for meat every day...well, those days when we would be having fresh meat. I found vegetables...found one huge carrot, so big that it reminded me of William Stiff's monster cock. The carrot was so big that it would be very woody, not really suitable to eat as boiled carrots, it would need to be cooked into a stew, long and slow to breakdown it's woody texture...'Mmmmmm woody!' jumped into my mind.

I knew that at some point soon, Karl would want to take his pleasure out of my anus and if I made too much fuss about it, I'd find myself in a basement room of the enlisted men's brothel being fucked to death by thousands of soldiers, sailors and airmen.

I gave myself a shudder of excitement that time, just from wondering how many men I could look after before they fucked me to death...and there was another change in my character, even in my fantasies I never thought the word 'Fuck' it was always 'Make Love' or some other innocent euphemism that amounted to the same thing.

I took the carrot to the kitchen sink, I washed it and scraped its outer skin, I chopped a few inches of the thinnest point off and then I stood it on a kitchen seat, wide end against the seat and I sat on the tip of the carrot. Because of what Karl had done with his swagger stick in my bottom yesterday, I easily got five inches of the carrot into my bum, if the carrot had been a little slimmer I would probably have managed to get seven inches in.

I stopped pushing because of the pain of my anal muscle being stretched was hurting too much. I knew that I needed to take more and I knew that doing it for and to myself it would take longer than if Karl were doing it. I walked to the drawing room again and picked up a new book, I could sit on the carrot and read the book, try to sink a few more millimetres of the carrot into my bum over several hours.

The carrot was expelled by my anal muscle before I reached the pornography collection. I returned to the kitchen with a book in one hand and the carrot in the other. I washed the carrot and remembered thinking that I really needed the carrot to be a little slimmer so, after washing it, I trimmed three inches off of the pointy end, rounded what was left off with my knife and then at about the point that I remembered it having reached in my bum the first time, I thinned it down slightly, I smiled at what I'd created, it looked very much like a larger version of the tip of Karl's swagger stick, like an over grown chess pawn with a stretched out head.

I returned to the kitchen table and opened the pornography book, held my carrot against the seat again and sat on it. It was a little more difficult to get it started this time because it didn't have the long point on the end now but once it did enter my bum hole, it slipped quickly to the pain point and I realised that I had missed the point when I was narrowing the thickness of the carrot by at least a half an inch.

I read a little and pressed down a little. Read a little more and pressed down a little harder. I was reading a story about a rape where many men were attacking one woman and as the story went into graphic detail of the woman's rape, I touched my own clitoris and exploded into a powerful climax. I lost all control of my muscles and struggled to hold my weight over the carrot and suddenly found myself way past the point that I had reduced the thickness of the carrot. It was at least five inches inside my bottom and the only thing that stopped it disappearing all together into my bottom was because it suddenly widened out again rather than a gentle slope.

I took the book back to the drawing room, I walked all the way without my carrot tail moving at all, well, apart from it wagging like an excited dog.

I pulled the long, black, leather coat on and buttoned the front. The coat covered my body from my neck, right down to my ankles but there were only four buttons down the front and a belt between the second and third buttons. When I walked across the hall to the elevator I could see my legs, almost the whole of my leg escaped the front of the coat as I walked and because of the deep vent up the back...well, I could only imagine that people walking behind me would be able to see my carrot tail if I didn't walk carefully.

I stepped into the elevator, it was fortunate that the only solid part of the elevator car was the floor, so anyone waiting on a lower floor wouldn't be able to see up under my coat. Otto Grebe was waiting for the elevator car on the floor below mine, I'm sure that he would have loved to have seen up under my coat...what twelve year old boy wouldn't?

The elevator stopped at Otto's floor, I said, "Good morning Otto!"

He gave me a shocked and startled look...it looked like he was about to run. I had forgotten myself, even in Berlin, there could be anti-German factions, I could be a Roman Catholic...a member of Heinrich Maier's Austrian resistance group. Otto didn't know me from Adam but I knew his name, I could be a part of an ambush, an attempted kidnapping or assassination attempt on him or his father. And he was about to run.

"I'm sorry Otto, I'm from...that is to say...I live with Major Karl Bachmann on the floor above you!"

I had hoped that telling Otto that I was living with one of his neighbours would calm him, he said a shaky, "Major?"

I realised my mistake, "I'm sorry Otto, I mean SS-Sturmbannführer Karl Bachmann of course...it is just that Karl always calls himself Major!"

Otto relaxed and he entered the elevator with me.

Otto was staring at me, "Are you a whore?"

"Why would you think that Otto?"

"My dad says that Heir Bachmann supplied all of the military brothels with their new whores and that he brings the prettiest ones home to train them properly before he sends them to work in the brothel."

"You think that I'm pretty Otto?"

He nodded his head. And then he looked down through the mesh sides of the elevator car to see that the ground floor was clear and then he almost punched me between my legs, his hand moved so fast...inside the front of my coat in one swift move. His hand on my bare pussy, feeling between my legs.

I didn't react...I'd known boys in the Hitler-Jugend, Bund deutscher Arbeiterjugend most of my life, they were all misogynistic, they thought nothing of raping girls who weren't in the Hitler Youth movement. My father had insisted on me joining, even though he didn't really believe in it, but he knew that even in the backwater of Mönchengladbach, a child in the Hitler Youth movement would get offered a place at a better school than children who weren't. It meant that I got to witness lots of boys raping girls but didn't suffer from their attention, just so long as I didn't tell anyone what I'd seen.

Otto was very much like a smaller version of Karl, even at twelve years old, he was well experienced with girls...possibly women as well. As Otto forced my legs apart, I tried to normalise things by asking Otto where he was going. I parted my legs for him and he rammed two fingers into my vagina, he smiled at how wet I felt inside.

The lift stopped on the ground floor but Otto pressed the button for the top floor again and as the lift started to rise, he opened my coat and spread it wide open and started kissing my breasts, kissing and biting them. "You asked me where I was going...well, I'm going right in here!"

His trousers were wide open and his cock had replaced his fingers in my cunt. Otto laughed, "I've fucked four of Karl's wives so far but you are by far the prettiest!"

"Has the Major had many wives?"

"You're the seventh this year...I don't know how many others there have been, we only moved in here after Major Bachmann executed my father's predecessor, Colonel Webber, last Christmas. The Major took Mary Webber, the Colonel's eighteen year old daughter as his Christmas wife, she only lasted until the New Year. She killed herself just five days after he took her to the officer's brothel to work out her sentence!"

It was even more important that I tried to please Karl in every way, the women that he lived with seemed to have very short shelf lives and once he was bored with them, they ended their days curing the sexual frustrations of soldiers or officers in the German armed services.

Otto was fucking me at his leisure, I was deriving a little pleasure from the fact that I was being fucked by a child as well as from being fucked in such a public location as well as, I guess, Otto was actually raping me, he was fucking me without first asking if he could but I wasn't fighting him off or telling him to stop, I was just taking it...I didn't reach an orgasm but all that having been said, I was still getting more pleasure from the act than Herman had ever given me in all of our married life together!

There was a buzz and a jolt in the floor of the elevator car as someone lower down had called the elevator. Otto was looking down through the mesh wall of the car and that was when he climaxed. I saw the middle-aged woman who had called the elevator standing on the ground floor. Otto put his cock away quickly and I closed and fastened the four buttons on the front of my coat, just as quickly. Fortunately, the woman didn't look up until I was hidden behind the leather wall of my coat.

We were half way between the first floor and the ground floor when she looked up and said, "Where are you going Otto?"

Otto turned instantly from a rapist to a very young school boy, "Oh mummy, I told you this morning that my unit are training on the anti-aircraft guns today, if I don't get my anti-aircraft gun proficiency merit badge today, I'll be out with the fire brigade again tonight!"

Otto's mother gave me a suspicious look, then she looked back at her son, "I've told you that I think that you're too young to operate weapons like that, you're supposed to be fourteen years old at least! Are you wearing your vest young man?"

"Mummy, it is really warm outside, I don't need a vest!"

"I'll have a word with your commanding officer, I think that he will agree that you should obey your mother!"

I had to stop myself laughing, I'd been in the Hitler Youth movement back in Mönchengladbach, I'd been to weekly training sessions where we were always taught that you had to obay your Führer first, your Hitler Youth leader second, and finally your fellow Hitler Youth members and that was all, we were also told every week that it was the duty of every member of the Hitler Youth to watch their families closely and report any anti-German sentiments of their parents or wider family. The boys were also taught not to value any girl or woman who wasn't in the movement or the party and that it was okay to use them in any way they wanted to. We girls were also taught to look for our boyfriends or husbands from within the Hitler Youth movement or men serving the fatherland in the military.

We were quite openly encouraged to have sex even when we were as young as twelve years old and if we got ourselves pregnant ...far from facing shame for getting pregnant so young or while unmarried, we would be treated as heroes of the reich and we, as well our child, would be looked after. I knew many girls who lost their virginity to our cell leader and got a lot of kudos for taking on an adult man when they were so young.

When I reached the shops, they were almost the same as the shops I'd been using for two years...only in zone one, the entrance to the shopping complex was guarded by Ordnungspolizei officer who checked my pass before I entered the shopping complex. And inside the shopping area, there were goods of greater value, a far better selection of goods as well. We appeared to live in a three (or more) party society...level one was for the general public, there was a slightly higher level for military personnel and a higher level still for officers and their families.

I bought two steaks, yesterday, those steaks had been six ounces each, they were roughly as big as my hand, today, for the same price, the steaks were the size of a dinner plate and two inches thick...they weren't weighed but I had to guess that they would have been over fourteen ounces. I also bought a dozen eggs and some rather nice looking mushrooms. I would cook Karl steak, eggs and mushrooms with a few French fries but I knew that I had potatoes back in the apartment that I could use to make the chips out of.

As soon as I got back in the apartment, I stripped off and luxuriated in walking all around the apartment in the nude. I made myself a coffee and then returned to the drawing room and the bookshelf full of pornography and started reading a book about a man who liked kidnapping innocent young women and feeding them to his dogs so that he could photograph them being fucked by the dogs.

At five o'clock, I heard the front door open. I didn't close the book but I did jump to my feet to welcome Karl with a kiss and to show him my carrot tail but then I stopped dead in my tracks because I heard voices, one male voice saying, "Are you sure that this will be okay with your wife Heir Major?"

And Karl's voice replying, "Victoria won't mind one little bit...I couldn't let you stay in that apartment, no man should ever be expected to sleep in a bedroom with pink flowery wall paper on the walls unless it is the bedroom of his mistress...no...and the front door was busted open. We'll get a work party to paint the walls a more masculine colour and the door repaired and then you can move in!"

As I fought to remove the carrot from my bottom, I thought, 'Mmmmmm, I had pink flowery wall paper and a busted front door on my old apartment...'

I hid the anal carrot in a wastepaper bin and then ran out to welcome Karl and whoever it was that he had brought home with him.

I guess that I shouldn't have been surprised that the man that Karl had brought home to stay for a few days was William Steiff, after all, Karl had asked William to visit him at his office...mind you, that was seven hours earlier but there was another difference. In the brothel yesterday evening, the uniform tunic hanging on the back of the whore's bedroom door was olive Green and had the insignia of an infantryman on its sleeve...the tunic he was wearing now was sand coloured and had 'SS' insignia on the collars.

I jumped into Karl's arms, he caught me on the run and spun me around as he kissed me.

William looked awkward, "I'm really sorry for imposing on you like this Frau Bachmann...look Heir Major...I can sleep with my old unit, I still have the bed in the barracks until my unit pulls out for Russia."

Karl dropped me to the floor and kissed me on my forehead, "Don't be silly William...my wife wouldn't hear of it...and it's not like you have a woman at home to cook or clean for you. We're both happy for you to stay with us, we have plenty of rooms!"

William looked at my naked body, he actually looked a little embarrassed, "I could come back later...I mean, if this is a special occasion or something!"

Karl looked confused and then he looked at me, "What this...Victoria almost never wears clothes at home, even when she goes out, she usually just wears..." Karl turned to the line of hooks to the left side of the front door and picked the leather coat off of the kook, "...she only wears this when she goes out unless it is a really cold winter. Even yesterday when we visited you at the brothel, she was only wearing a dress with nothing under it!"

Karl hung the long leather coat back on the hook and then he pointed along to the passageway, "Your bedroom is the last door on the left, dump your kitbag in there and join us in the living room at the other end of the passage...Victoria will make your bed for you after dinner!"

William said, "I wouldn't dream of putting your wife out sir...I've been making my own bed for most of my life."

"Well, if you're sure...There are sheets, blankets, pillows and pillow slips in the ottoman at the foot of the bed."

William hoisted his kitbag over his shoulder and walked away from us past three bedroom doors and a bathroom door to the second master bedroom. As soon as William started walking Kurt said, "And what did you do with your day darling?"

I grinned at him, took his right hand and placed it on my bottom, he probed my anus with his middle finger and raised his eyebrows when his finger slipped into my bottom with little resistance. He smiled at me, nodded his head in approval and said, "How did you manage that?"

I took his hand off of my bum and pulled him into the drawing room where I'd hidden the carrot tail and showed it to him.

"I'm very impressed darling, none of my other wives have ever done anything like that for me before!"

I smiled at his praise, he snapped his fingers and I handed the carrot over to him, he inserted it, it slipped in reasonably easily, no pain, just a little discomfort as the widest part entered my bum, then he slapped my bottom playfully and said, "Where did you get the idea for this from darling?"

I pointed out the book about the carpenter making one out of wood for his wife when he was away.

"You know that you could have just found a man or a boy with a thin cock and had him break you in, that would have been fun."

"You mean like Otto Grebe?"

Karl nodded his head, "I'm sure Otto would have done it for you!"

"Otto raped me in the elevator when I was on my way to the shop!"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I hardly felt him in me!"

"That boy will make a good SS Trooper when he's a few years older!"

I nodded my head in agreement, "Can I take the carrot out before William sees it?"

Karl thought for a moment and he nodded his head.

"Oh, what do you want me to do...you know, with William?"

"I'd like you to do whatever you want to with him, I don't want to have to tell you what to do with men all the time! Anything sexual that you do will please and excite me."

I removed the carrot just as William stood at the open doorway to the living room, "You have a lovely living room Frau Bachmann."

I gave a little giggle, "This isn't the living room William..." I took his hand and pulled him towards the living room, "...come with me Heir Steiff, let me see if I can find some of Karl's French Brandy...it's very old but I'm sure that it will still be drinkable!"

Karl laughed at me, "Old...you cheeky alte Kuh...that brandy is premium, at least twenty-five years old. It is as rare as hen's teeth here in Berlin...one of my friends liberated a case of it for me from the cellars of The Palace of Versailles in Paris, Paul Reynaud was serving the same brandy to the heads of state from all over the world a month before we liberated France!"

I poured two 'Healthy' glasses of the Napoleonic brandy and said, "Would you like Ice or water with this boys?"

I heard 'Swoosh...thwack' as Karl's swagger stick crossed my buttocks again but this time, the strike was playful, it hardly hurt at all, "I don't mind that you don't appreciate good brandy but it is a crime to adulterate any brandy with ice or water...even poor quality brandy...you have to learn my girl!"

"I was planning on cooking steak, eggs, mushrooms and French fries...the fries would go well with your French Brandy darling!"

Karl looked over at William, "Would you rather eat dinner now William or take a bath first and eat later?"

I saw William's face light up, "A real bath with warm water?"

Karl looked over at me, "Will there be hot water darling?"

I nodded my head, "I lit the gas under the copper this morning for when I washed your shirts, I just left it on low all afternoon so that it would be ready for when you got home in case you wanted a wash or a bath when you got in."

I looked at William, he actually looked excited at the prospect of a hot bath, "You know...I haven’t had a bath in almost two years, just showers in cold water..."

Karl butted in with, "Your officers probably made you take cold showers to stop you raping every woman in Europe as you marched through!"

That made William laugh, "...I gave it my very best effort sir...even with a cold shower every day."

Karl slapped my bottom playfully, "Bath darling!"

I jumped and held my bottom as I ran for the family bathroom. I checked which way the hot water was directed...there was a choice of two directions, the sink or the bath. When Wener Von Siemens designed the electrical supply for this apartment block, he knew that there wouldn't have been enough height in the cold water tank to get enough pressure for an electric hot water system so he compromised, he allowed a gas copper to be installed but he installed a small electrically powered pump on to the bottom of the copper to pump the hot water through to the bathrooms and kitchen sink. Once I was happy that the hot water would go into the bath tub, I went into the kitchen and filled the little egg cup above the pump, the priming chamber. I opened the little tap and put my hand on top of the pump's drive wheel, I used the flat of my hand to turn the leather belt so that the pump made one complete rotation and all the water disappeared from the priming chamber.

The real trick to making the pump work was to drop the water through the impeller and switch the pump on at the same time as I closed the tap from the priming chamber or there would be a spout of water firing back into the priming chamber.

I ran back from the kitchen into the hallway and bumped into William as he walked out of the living room. He caught me to stop me falling flat on my face, I looked into the living room, Karl was looking closely at us as I swirled out of William's arms after he saved me.

The water was sputtering out of the open pipe into the bath tub. We'd had a similar copper in Mönchengladbach, it boiled the water for washing clothes as well as filling baths with but it wasn't fired by gas, with Mönchengladbach being a coal area and my father and grandfather being coal miners, they got free coal so naturally we used coal to heat the water. The copper wasn't in our house either, it was in a brick store room in the yard between six houses and each family had to clean out the fire and re load it in turn. How I would have loved a Wener Von Siemens electric pump when I was a child back then, I would have to fill a bucket with hot water from the bottom of the copper and carry it through to the kitchen and pour it into the large zink tub in front of the fire, then fill the bucket with cold water from a hand pump, carry the cold water into the copper room and pour it into the top of the copper before drawing the next bucket of boiling water from the tap at the bottom again.

We usually used fifteen buckets of hot water and ten of cold to fill the tub in front of the oven in the kitchen so it was a great deal of work every day, six days a week. Grandfather took his bath first and father used the same water after him.

I got a cold shiver running down my spine, someone was watching me, I looked over my shoulder, William was standing in the doorway just looking at me from behind as I was bent over the bath, I was adding cold water as the pump fed the hot water into the tub, testing the temperature with my hand, swirling through the water to more efficiently mix the hot and cold, "Do you like your bathwater to be hot William?"

He gave me a sweet smile, "I was the fifth child, even a hot bath was never very hot by the time it was my turn to use the water!"

I turned the cold water off and returned to the kitchen to stop the pump. Karl was still sitting in the living room, he smiled at me, winked his eye and said, "Is the bath ready now darling?"

I nodded my head and looked from Karl towards the bathroom, Karl nodded his head and I ran back to the bathroom.

William was just placing his wash bag on the little shelf at the side of the tub, he heard the bathroom door open and looked over his shoulder, he gave me an awkward look as I stepped in, I didn't close the bathroom door behind me, I guessed that Karl would be along soon to look in.

I gave William an awkward smile as I walked over to him, I started to unbutton his tunic, he stopped me, "What are you doing...are you mad woman?"

"What do you mean...you were happy enough yesterday for me to see you naked and touch you, Karl even asked me to check if you were strong to father children!"

"But that was yesterday...I wasn't in Karl's squad yesterday and...I assumed that you were one of the whores from the brothel and not his wife, especially in that thin dress that I could see your nipples and cunt through...I never believed that a man would allow his wife to walk through the streets of Berlin with so little clothing on!"

I pushed his hands away and I finished unbuttoning his tunic, I pushed the front over his shoulders, "What made you join Karl's platoon?"

I hung his tunic over a coat hanger and hung that from a hook on the back of the bathroom door as William answered me, "Your husband made me an offer that I couldn't refuse. He has put in a recommendation for my promotion to Obergefreiter and he told me that the Russians are putting up a fight and where my unit is being sent is very cold, even at this time of the year...and I get to stay in Berlin, close to a great brothel!"

I pointed to a stool, "Sit there."

William sat on the stool while I pulled his boots off, he didn't need to help me, his boots were made on a machine and so were a little looser on his feet than Karl's handmade Italian boots. While he was still sitting down, I pulled his undershirt off over his head.

I said, "That's a promotion of three steps from a private to a Corporal...my husband must think a lot of you!"

I gestured with my hand and said, "Stand."

I started to unbutton the front of his trousers just as Karl walked in carrying two glasses of brandy, "Here William, you forgot your drink!"

William looked very nervous as I pulled his trousers down. I hung his trousers on the same coat hanger as his tunic and then I returned to take his underpants off. William was totally naked now, he and Karl were just passing the time of day as I took William's hand and helped him into the bath.

*** William sat in the tub and Karl sat on the stool that William had used while I took his boots off. I filled a jug with bath water and I tipped it over his head. I washed William's hair in much the same way that I had washed Karl's hair earlier. As I was washing his face, I stepped over the edge of the tub and got in the bath with William. I straddled his legs and started washing his neck and shoulders..as my breasts rubbed across his chest, I saw him look over at Karl and heard a little splash in the water between us, his tail started to wag...his concern had changed to excitement at having the man he thought was my husband sitting there watching me washing him.

I rolled the soap between my hands but instead of rubbing the fresh lather into his chest, I rubbed it into my breasts and then used my breasts to wash his chest and as I soaped his chest with my tits, I used what soap was left on my right hand to wash his cock, long slow strokes up and down his shaft. I cupped my left hand and lifted bathwater to my breasts and rinsed the soap off, I gave a sideways look at Karl, he seemed to be enjoying himself watching me bathing William so I stepped up a gear.

I lifted my breast with my left hand and raised my body off of his lags. I rubbed my left nipple against William's mouth and as he opened his mouth and took my excited nipple between his teeth, I pulled his cock away from his belly and rubbed it's head along my gash, I wiggled my bum and it entered me. It was a little bit of a stretch but I soon had five inches of his cock in my cunt before I had to stop going down further, he still had five more inches of cock to go but I was already totally full.

William took over managing my breasts, he was holding them with his hands as well as using them to lift me up and drop me down on his cock. I reached a petite orgasm and then found the bar of soap with my left hand. I reached over his shoulder with my left hand and started rubbing soap all over his back, straight from the bar, pressing down on his shoulders with my arms, helping to lift me up his cock and more control the speed of our fucking.

There was a knock at the front door, Karl looked disappointed but he rolled to his feet and answered the front door but he didn't bother closing the bathroom door so if anyone entered the flat, they would see me fucking William in the bath. There was a whispered conversation at the door for a few minutes while I had a slightly more powerful orgasm and then the conversation turned to normal volume, "We're following up on the Private Herman Schmitt case Heir Sturmbannführer...They executed him before telling us of his crimes so we didn't get to interrogate him to find the names and addresses of his wider family for our commitment to the führer's Verbrechen ihres Vaters law. You ordered us to trawl through our records department to find any reference to his next of kin."

Karl's voice came out of the hallway, "Who was listed as his next of kin?"

"Private Schmitt listed his family as deceased, records show that he was brought up in an orphanage in Westphalia but I was suspicious because he didn't name the orphanage or give any address, just that it was in Westphalia...the only name that we could trace was that of his wife and you already have her sentenced."

"Very good Heir Unterscharführer, We'll just have to admit defeat in Private Schmitt's case, chalk it up to poor book keeping!"

"We still have one option though heir Sturmbannführer, We found your wife's name in the Schmitt's apartment..."

Karl jumped in with, "Do you think that my wife could be implicated Heir Unterscharführer?"

I heard the sound of heels clicking together as the sergeant stood to attention, "No heir Sturmbannführer, but I would like your permission to question your wife to see if she can confirm things like if Private Schmitt was really an orphan or not, even where he really lived before moving to Berlin could help us to trace his wider family."

"You'd better come with me then Heir Unterscharführer!"

Karl reappeared at the bathroom door with the sergeant right behind him.

Karl said, "I'm sorry darling, I'm going to have to stop you washing the Heir Schütze Steiff, my seargeant needs to ask you a few questions."

I smiled at the sergeant, yesterday he saw me fucking Karl and now he was watching again as I fucked William, Karl had used his former rank, William had been a rifleman or Schütze for shooter...probably because he was between ranks from private to corporal.

I had one more rotation of lifting myself up and dropping back on his cock, as I got as low down his cock, I reached between us to feel how much of his cock was still outside my body, it was around four inches...the thickest four inches, the best four inches...that was still outside my cunt. I kissed him and then stood up and stepped out of the tub.

I grabbed a towel but I didn't use it to cover or hide my body, I just rubbed it over my wet body and then dropped it on the stool that Karl had been sitting on to watch me playing with William. I walked up to the sergeant and asked him if he would like a beer, he grinned and nodded his head, Karl said, "He'll have a coffee darling, he is still on duty!"

I shrugged my shoulders and gave a grimace of apology as I squeezed between the sergeabt and the door frame, rubbing my tits over his chest.

I made coffee for everyone and took them on a tray into the living room, I closed the curtains, turned on the angle-poise lamp and turned the main lights off, then I sat on a dining chair and turned the lamp so that its light was directly into my face, "Right sergeant, I'm ready"

Karl turned the main lights back on and the table lamp off, "Darling, this is important...this isn't one of your romantic stories, the sergeant thinks that you might know something about a traitor that we are investigating!"

"I'm sorry darling...go on, who do you think that I know?"

The sergeant said, "Private Herman Schmitt!"

I shook my head, I can't remember any Herman Schmitt...I'm sorry!"

"How about his wife, Helga Schmitt?"

I made it look like I was working through hidden memories, "Erm, a top floor apartment on Fruedrichruher Sta.?"

He nodded his head.

I got a notebook and tapped my pen against my teeth, then I wrote an address down, my friend Helga came from the same town as me, Mönchengladbach...she mentioned where her husband lived, it stuck in my mind because it was the largest, most imposing house in the area, she had two sisters-in-law, Mia...she would be around fourteen or fifteen years old by now and Anna, Anna was a little older. I remembered asking how her husband's father managed to keep so much of his wealth, I think he may have been bribing the local police. He owned a factory and I believe that his second wife was a Roman Catholic...but...with a small 'C', you know, she didn't fill the house with religious statutory or iconography, she just visited the church once a week."

I'd given Karl's men all they needed and the sergeant was just leaving, Karl said, "You look disappointed darling?"

"I am, I've heard that your men use rape and violence during their interrogations..."

"But that is to get information out of our enemies' darling...not from our friends."

I pouted, "Just seems unfair to me, that's all..."

"Perhaps for your birthday...if you are very good between now and then...I'll bring my whole section home to interrogate you properly!"

I smiled at that promise. I smiled at myself as well, I'd gone from a woman who had been happy with a life of never having had an orgasm from sex with my husband, a shy woman who had only ever had sex with one man in her whole life to a woman who was happy to fuck or be fucked by any man as well as having sex while others watched...no...not just happy, totally excited by the prospect of more...more extreme sex, more taboo sex. I'd already started on the next phase, getting my bottom ready for sex, just because I knew that my new husband liked the thought of having anal sex with his wife.

I knew that a 'Normal' husband would never dream of asking his wife for oral sex or anal sex when he could pay a whore to do that for him, especially in a country like Germany where prostitution is not only legal but in most cases, it is promoted by the government as a recreational thing, a form of exercise. A man could run five miles in around forty minutes or he could get the same amount of exercise from a ten minute fuck with a whore, leaving him thirty more minutes to produce goods or services for the Riche. And a government whore could look after four men an hour, between forty or fifty men in a day, two hundred and forty to three hundred men a week. To a government that likes measurable efficiency, one woman looking after two to three hundred men a week was an efficient use of a woman's time.

I cooked dinner, I gave Karl and William the steaks, I just had mushrooms, eggs and French fries and a slice of bread for my dinner. William wanted to cut his steak in half and share it with me but I stopped him, "If I eat too much, I'll put on weight and if Karl can't carry me a hundred yards, I'll find myself close to the front line in a battalion brothel, servicing the fighting men...and much as that would be fun, I quite like living here with Karl."

As we ate, I asked William if he had any plans to marry...his answer was the most often made, 'After the war ends...then I'll look!'

I looked at Karl, "Will Mia and Anna Schmitt be sentenced to the whore houses when you find them?"

William finished chewing his mouthful of food and then he regarded me, "If we find that they share their brother's anti government feelings, they will be hung...just like their brother. If we find that they didn't report their brother's crimes to their local police, then they will be sentenced to war work, either in the forced labour camps or the government brothels."

"I seem to remember that Mia Schmitt was a very pretty girl, she could look after William's home for him until he finds his wife!"

It was actually petty and mean on my part, Mia and Anna never liked me, their father owned a factory, Herman was a white collar worker, he worked on the railways, okay, his job was simple counting the number of coal wagons leaving the mine that my father and grandfather worked in but he didn't need to take a bath every day because he was covered from head to toe in coal dust, the worst he had to endure might be dirty hands from touching the handrails outside his office. I disliked Mia more than Anna though because Mia was a lesbian and, even though she was very young, she thought herself superior to any woman who took a man as a lover, so feeding her to a man like William seemed like poetic justice to me!

While I washed the pots, Karl and William sat in the living room listening a to records on the Grammophon and talking about tomorrow's challenges, a young girl had reported her father for listening to the BBC on his radio...to me, it didn't seem important but to the special prosecution service, it was at best a simple act of law breaking, at worst, it could be an act of civil disobedience or even aiding an enemy. The BBC passed coded messages to their agents and sympathisers in German occupied countries. The girl having reported her father had guaranteed her an easy time during the interrogation phase of the investigation, while her parents would be tortured for information, she would be handled very gently during her questioning. Karl's team always used sex as their main torture weapon to get girls to talk, the girl who reported her father was okay but she had two sisters and a mother who wouldn't be so lucky.

Before I joined them in the living room, I fetched the pornographic book that I had been reading in the drawing room before Karl got home. It was unusual for a bound book because the pages were all hand written, the book was a firsthand account written in secret, in a prison in my own city, Mönchengladbach by a convicted rapist. When Karl first became a special prosecution officer, he had been investigating a prison officer and as a part of that investigation, he had come across the prisoner's notebook and had confiscated the book from the prisoner as a part of his investigation.

I sat with Karl reading about women that I actually knew who had been raped by the man but who had never reported the attack, I pointed out all of the women that I knew had been raped to Karl, especially the ones that I knew hadn't reported their attacker...Karl was interested in that information, especially as some of the women that I knew were actually party members which meant that the rapes would be treated more seriously than raping foreign women or even ordinary German women...that and keeping a man in prison was a drain on the purse while a hangman's rope was cheap and recyclable.

When it was time for bed, I asked Karl if he wanted to invite William to join us in bed, "I thought that you might like to watch William fuck me more...I mean, you were called away to the front door just as we started fucking in the bath..."

Karl shook his head, "I'll play with you on my own tonight, if William is still single tomorrow night...then I'll invite him to join us in bed."

When we were in bed, Karl fitted me with my carrot tail and started fucking me in the conventional missionary position, he fucked me hard and fast, delivering a massive orgasm but he didn't cum himself, he let me come down from my climax and then he changed position, he posed me on my hands and knees and got behind me, fucking me like he was a dog and I was his bitch.

"You like me fucking you this way darling?"

"Mmmmmmm, it feels like you get deeper in me in this position or that you hit a more sensitive spot inside maybe!"

Karl laughed, "I'm sure if I was a real dog, this would blow your mind!"

I burst out laughing and muttered, "A dog...you're crazy...too much sex has affected your brain darling!"

Karl altered things a little, he slowed his fucking and took a hold of the little stub of carrot that was sticking out of my bum and he started pulling it out a little and then pushing it back in again, "I'm having a little problem here Victoria, the end of the carrot keeps hitting my stomach...lower your head down onto the pillow, that way, you'll have a free hand to rub your clitoris and your bottom will be angled up more so I can move the carrot more."

I did as he asked and started to help build my orgasm to a higher pitch by rubbing my clitoris rapidly as he slowly fucked me and masturbated my anus with the carrot. Karl was very close to his climax when he suddenly pulled out both the carrot tail and his cock. He started wanking himself with his right hand with the head of his cock pressing against my anal muscle as he fired his first blast of spunk, directly up my anus. After his first shot, he pushed his cock in harder, it was more uncomfortable than painful as the first inch of his cock entered my bum and the second shot of spunk left his cock. I think that the lack of pain could have been as a result of the climax that I had been on when he moved his cock over and the fact that I was still driving my orgasm on with my finger on my clitoris. My orgasm was causing my anal muscle to expand and contract, helping Karl to get in deeper without any additional pain. He kept his cock in my bum as long as he could, I think that he was hoping that he could regain his erection...encouraging me to keep my own orgasm going so that the contractions of my muscles kept milking his cock but eventually my anal muscled expelled his cock.

After a quick wash, we settled into bed together, cuddling as we fell asleep.

I cooked William and Karl breakfast, most Germans would have had a bread roll, cheese and sliced cold meat like gammon, ham or Knackwurst with yogurt, fruit and coffee to follow but Karl had developed a taste for fried bacon and fried eggs with toasted bread spread with butter. Karl had developed his taste for breakfast the English way...well, apart from the tea of course...when Adolf Hitler sent him to England to spy on British military factories. Karl was a Untersturmführer in the army, a very junior officer but his papers made him look like a buyer for Krupp's Engineering factory, looking to buy British heavy machinery but really he was looking at how the British built their tanks and heavy artillery. It was the information that Karl brought back from his time in England that started his promotion from Second lieutenant up the chain of command as well as brought him to the attention of the Führer and got him the post of Adolf Hitler's special prosecutor.

William left the apartment first, Karl gave me a magazine to read and he kissed me goodbye.

I washed the pots and then settled down to look through the magazine that Karl had given to me to read. I was a little confused with the picture on the page three, it looked like there was a naked woman wrapping herself in a fox fur stole. Page four made it a little clearer, the woman was holding the fox fur stole away from her body but the head of the stole had moved and a tongue was licking her face...page five had the woman sucking a cock that seemed to be emanating out of the stole's belly.

Page six proved that the fox fur stole was actually a dog, it looked like the dog was a Roter Setter but it was difficult to tell as the picture was in grey tones, if it were a colour picture it would have made it easier to see the red colour of the red setter's coat.

Karl had left me to read a book about women being fucked by dogs, he must either have been proving a point because last night I had called him crazy for saying that a dog could actually fuck a woman...actually telling me that having a dog fucking me while I was on my hands and knees could be more fun than him fucking me in that position.

It took me two hours to read the whole magazine and it actually turned me on reading stories about women having sex with animals as well as the pictures of them doing it...so much so that I masturbated myself as I read.

Karl came home at twelve o'clock, as he walked in, he said, "How did you like the magazine darling?"

"I'm shocked, I never dreamt that kind of thing was possible...not with a dog!"

"So, would you like to try having sex with a dog after William gets settled into his own apartment and we have this place back to ourselves?"

I gave him a sideways look, "I thought that you would just tell me to do it and if I refused, either beat me or send me to the army brothel!"

Karl gave me a half smile, "After yesterday...especially last night, I thought that I'd try a different tack with you...I get bored with a woman if I have to keep demanding things and fighting all the time, I think that's why I get rid of my wives so quickly."

I returned his grin, "I think I'd like to give it a try, reading the stories and looking at the pictures really turned me on."

"Oh...the Mönchengladbach police found your in-laws, they've put them on military transport but it'll take until tomorrow to get them to Berlin at twenty miles an hour, it's over three hundred and fifty miles. Would you like to see them when they get here?"

"Not really, they didn't really like me, they thought that I wasn't good enough for Herman."

As Karl was at home and it was lunch time, I did him a little lunch and after a pre lunch fuck but before our sausage and sauerkraut lunch, it was his office telling him that they had tracked down the father that had been reported by his daughter, apparently he wasn't at work in his office, he was at the Krupp factory in Essen, the factory was Germany's largest producer of armaments so a suspected enemy agent visiting there was a grave concern.

Karl sent a message through his office in the Reichstag Building to have the man arrested by the security team in the Krupp factory in Essen which was just a few miles away from where I used to live, just down the road from Mönchengladbach...so now there would be two groups of prisoners making the long journey from close to the Dutch border all the way to Berlin.

"Did you ever find out why the daughter reported her father for listening to the BBC on his radio?"

Karl smiled at that question as he pushed a fork full of Knackwurst and Sauerkraut into his mouth, he spoke while chewing his mouthful of food, "Apparently...she met one of William's squad out raising hell in a bar and wanted to go out with him on a date but her father refused her permission to go out with him...she was so angry that she kicked back at him by reporting him for his misdeeds. I let William question her and she's changed her mind about wanting to have a date with a member of William's platoon, opting for a date with William instead."

When Karl was ready to go back to work, I put the long leather coat on over my naked body and we fucked in the lift between floors and it was a much better fuck than the one I had the day before with Otto Grebe. At the street, Karl turned to the right and walked over towards the Reichstag Building, I turned to the left towards the shopping area. On my way to the shops I was caught up in a gaggle of junior officers on their last free day before going into intensive training in preparation for a move into Russia and they were going into town to let off some steam. I was hardly dressed to go bar hopping in downtown Berlin with a bunch of horney junior German officers but I let them drag me along behind them.

We were in a bar that was an illegal gambling den as well as an unregulated brothel, I had been dragged onto the lap of a rather handsome but very young looking Untersturmführer at a card table.

Between kissing the Untersturmführer and fighting his hands out from under my coat, I noticed a man wearing almost exactly the same long black leather overcoat as I was wearing, he was wearing a trilby hat on his head that was pulled down low but I could tell that his eyes were totally fixed on the group of soldiers that were vying for my attention, not only was the man staring at the young officers, he wasn't drinking alcohol. He had a glass of Fanta in front of him but he wasn't even drinking that. When the American Coca Cola company pulled out of Germany at the outbreak of war. Their factory building was still full of the machinery but no longer had the syrup in stock to make cola so Adolf Hitler ordered Max Keith, the German head of Coca Cola to start producing soft drinks that could be made from raw materials that were easily available in Germany, they came up with an orange drink that was named Fanta, a short form of the German Fantasie by Joe Knipp...and Fanta soon became popular all over occupied Europe.

I managed to extricate myself from the young officer's knee and I went to the toilet and when I returned, I sat by the man in the leather coat and trilby hat, "Hello, why are you watching my young friends so closely?"

He was a little startled, he regarded the way that I was dressed and he relaxed, "You should know...it looks like we're both on the same mission!"

"And what would that be...may I ask?"

He showed me his ID card, his name was Herbert Kappler and the logo above his name was familiar, it was the same as the logo above Karl's name on his own ID card but while Karl's ID said that he was an SS officer, the man Herbert's logo had Geheime Staatspolizei over it, "My friend has that same logo but he is in the SS, not the Gestapo."

"So...who is your friend then darling?"

"Karl..." and that was as far as I got.

He butted in with, "Karl Bachmann, I know him very well...so...you're his latest wife, how long have you been married to Karl?"

"Just two days."

"Only two days and you're already happy to hunt out extra fun darling, Karl has picked a winner in you darling!"

I smiled and nodded my head, "So...why are you watching my young friends?"

"We have had a report that one of them is unhappy to be going to fight on the Russian front and he's trying to talk one of his friends into making a run for the Swiss border with him."

"The Swiss border is about six hundred miles away, how do they expect to get that far across Germany without being caught, just the mile from their barracks to this bar we had to pass through six military checkpoints."

"I believe that they have access to forged papers that show they're being posted to the North Atlantic wall!"

"How would they even get a hold of forged papers, their whole unit was in Antwerp until four days ago?"

"Untersturmführer Kessler, the one you were kissing and cuddling with at the poker table, he has a brother in the Reichstag Building and one of the civilians reported that he had seen the brother making fake transfer papers with the name Kessler on them and thought that he was planning on making a run for it himself. By now Karl will be questioning the brother in his office but my department had already been alerted to Untersturmführer Kessler plan."

"How come you and Karl do the same job but you aren't both the same uniform?"

"Well, we came into the secret police via different routes, I was in the Prussian Secret Service before the war and we were all moved over to the Gestapo, Karl was in counter intelligence working out of Adolf Hitler's own office, Karl could have moved into the Gestapo but he prefers to be in uniform to being in plain clothes. I'm waiting for my team to come and help me arrest Untersturmführer Kessler but you could help me out, if you were to take Kessler to a bedroom, I can arrest him without any hassle from his fellow officers or alerting his partner in crime."

I went to the bar and asked to hire a bedroom for an hour, I walked past Herbert and showed him the room number on the key's fob and then walked back to the poker table.

Kessler said, "Hey baby...where have you been?"

"I needed to use the toilet and to get this!"

I dangled the room key in front of the young officer. He had what my mother called honigkuchenpferd, in our area it meant the grin of a horse but the English called it a 'Cheshire cat grin'. I unlocked the bedroom door and told Benny Kessler to go over to the bed to get undressed while I locked the door. I put the key in the door lock and rattled it from side to side to make it sound like I was locking it.

Benny's eyes almost bugged out of his head when I opened my coat and dropped it on the floor behind me, revealing that I was totally naked under it. He was so excited that his tail started wagging as I joined him on the bed. Benny wanted to engage in a little foreplay but I encouraged him to start fucking me properly as soon as he could...mainly because I didn't know how long I had before Herbert burst into the room and stopped my play-time.

I was on my back but I still took an active role with Benny to encourage him to climax as quickly as he could...no, I lie, I wanted my own orgasm before I was disturbed, so I was bucking my hips upwards to meet Benny's downward thrusts. Knowing that I was about to have one of Karl's friends burst in on me while I was in flagrante delicto was actually turning me on more than the rather lacklustre performance of the young army officer.

I actually climaxed the moment that the door opened and Benny's reaction to seeing a strange man, dressed almost exactly the same long leather coat that I'd been wearing, he must have thought that he was about to be robbed, especially when Herbert went straight for his clothes, searching his pockets. Benny quickly found himself with his hands handcuffed behind his back and a handkerchief stuffed into his mouth. I was shown Benny's papers, his photograph on the ID card was fine but it wasn't his rank or his name on the paperwork, he was preparing to run for the hills as a sergeant rather than a Lieutenant with a new first name...his stated posting in his transport papers was Dieppe. I was also shown a second full set of papers for one of the other men that was drinking down in the bar.

Herbert said, "Do you fancy slipping back into your coat, going down into the bar and hooking Untersturmführer Kessler's friend, I'll take this one into the bathroom and spring the trap once his friend is occupied!"

I slipped back into my long leather coat, fastened the four buttons and the belt and returned to the bar. I played it all innocently, "Has anyone seen Benny Kessler anywhere?"

There was much drunken rowdiness from Benny's friends, they were whooping about Benny getting chicken's feet and running for the hills at my advances towards him. I played along with the rowdiness, I flirted with three of the other men before I picked on my target and led him up to my rented bedroom. I saw the door to the bathroom was ajar slightly and as I lay naked under the new man, I saw Herbert watching me from the bathroom. I shot off like a rocket because he was standing there watching me being fucked.

Just as my new lover was grunting through his own orgasm, he was arrested by the Gestapo, as Herbert's handcuffs were occupied controlling Benny on the bathroom floor, he had to use the belt off of his overcoat to control his second prisoner. I got dressed in my coat again...I thought that my fun was all over for the day but it wasn't, I ended up having to help take the two soldiers back to the Gestapo headquarters where I bumped into Karl interrogating Benny's brother.

Karl was most impressed when his friend outlined how I'd helped him to arrest both men without their friends jumping in to help the two men to escape. I thought that Benny and his friend were certain to be hung for what they had done...well, what they were planning to do at any rate but instead, all three of them were shipped out in handcuffs to join the pioneer punishment battalion, they had been stripped of their officers uniforms and dressed in the uniforms of private soldiers on punishment and sent out ahead of the German war machine on the battle field to trip booby traps, trigger mines and give Russian snipers something to aim at.

Karl invited Herbert to dinner at our apartment and I suddenly remembered that I'd left the apartment earlier to get meat for dinner before I got tangled up with the group of partying officers.

I gasped, "Oh my God Karl darling, I forgot to buy food for dinner tonight!"

Karl laughed, "Hey Herbert, what would you prefer for dinner tonight, beef, chicken, lamb or sex?"

Herbert looked thoughtful for a moment and then he said, "On balance...I guess that I would have to say...that having to choose between beef, chicken, lamb or sex...I would universally and unanimously fall on the side of...erm, sex, every time!"

So, rather than eating food for dinner, Karl, William and Herbert had me for dinner instead. We entered the apartment, went straight into the bedroom and I had sex with three men at the same time. Herbert lay on his back on the bed, I sat on his cock and fucked him, girl on top, then I took William in my mouth and finally Karl up my bum, all three men enjoying my body simultaneously, all three men having a great deal of pleasure out of our fuck but I was getting the most pleasure of them all. We fucked from about six o'clock in the evening until midnight, the three men working in strict rotation, Herbert moving from my cunt to my mouth, Karl slipping into my cunt and William using my bum for the second fuck and the third fuck saw Herbert up my bum and Karl in my mouth.

At some point during the evening Herbert told Karl that he was going to Rome in a few weeks time to run the Gestapo office in Rome and it was suggested that the vacancy created by him leaving Berlin would cause an upward cascade of agents, leaving a junior role open at the bottom of the pile and Herbert suggested to Karl that if they both put me forward to join the Gestapo, Heinrich Müller, the leader of the Gestapo, was bound to take the consideration seriously.

The thing was, both Karl and Herbert used prostitutes as honey traps in their work but prostitutes were unreliable, they were just as likely to tell the men they were sent to trap for money as actually do the job that the state were paying them for, the Gestapo needed dedicated female agents to trap men with their bodies into giving up their secrets while fucking in bed.

From mousy housewife who wouldn't say boo to a goose, a woman who was sexually unadventurous and naive into a Gestapo agent setting sex traps for potential foreign agents, fucking three or four foreign men a day and going home in the evening to have perverted and extreme sex with my new husband in the evenings...and loving every moment of it. It took a while for Karl to find a Doberman that had experience covering women but as soon as he did, I experienced my first ever fuck from an animal and loved that too...I think that it is fair to say that I have totally loved every new form of sex that Karl or my honey trap customers have introduced me too.

27,000 Words.

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