BDSM Library - Story: Traitors! Female Execution in the Reich, Chapter: Part 3

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Traitors! Female Execution in the Reich - Part Three

Several cold early winter days had passed in the small German town since the first four of the female co-conspirators in the plot to assassinate the fuehrer had been executed there several days earlier. Dr. Nollendorf and her nurse Kristen had been placed in separate isolation cells under 24-hour death watch while they awaited further interrogation from the Colonel. For the time being they were allowed to rest.

The early morning light which peered through the dining room window of the Colonel's schloss revealed a faint dusting of snow which had tenderly placed itself evenly over the courtyard in the darkness of that mid-December morning. As the Colonel sipped a small cup of strong black coffee and smoked his first cigarette of the day, he looked with interest over a teletype report he had just received from Berlin regarding the execution of the first four convicted female conspirators which he had put to death several days earlier. He had sent by courier a sound recording and a 16mm motion picture film of the executions to the fuehrer's head office in Berlin, hoping for a commendation or at least a favorable reply. The Colonel had hoped that his handling of the executions of the condemned women might even help earn him a promotion one step up to the rank of General. But the teletype report he received this morning from Berlin was not encouraging. Apparently, the fuehrer, or at least his top aide who replied, was not very impressed. As the Colonel sucked the last bit of tobacco out of his breakfast cigarette he thought "I must do better."

The guillotine had been used in Berlin by the Reich to execute other traitors to the cause, and had also been used by the German government for several decades to punish murderers. The Colonel had felt that the guillotine was just a bit too messy and a bit too 19 ^th century. "Maybe that's my weakness" the Colonel thought to himself "I'm always afraid I might make a mess of something." The other traditional Nazi choice was hanging, usually by heavy wire or thin cable. "That choice was usually the most terrifying to the condemned, but apparently it had not impressed my ubermeisters in Berlin" he thought. The Colonel picked up the telephone and placed a call to his logistics people at his SS division's office in Paderborn. "Where is the nearest guillotine, and how soon could it be delivered?" he inquired. The answer surprised him.

By 11 a.m. a lorry arrived from Hanover with a partially disassembled guillotine, complete with three experienced operators. Gazing upon his new toy like a smiling boy looking at the pieces of a model aero plane in a box, the Colonel ordered that it be immediately set up on the slightly raised band platform in the middle of the village square, right next to the medieval fountain honoring Neptune. He then ordered a dozen well-dressed SS guards to begin canvassing the village, knocking on all doors and informing the citizenry that the public execution of the fuehrer's attempted assassins would take place in this very village this afternoon at 4 p.m. sharp. By order of the Colonel, no one over age 15 was to miss it. Holiday refreshments would be served.

"Oh, by the way" the Colonel told his staff assistant, "let's put in some calls to nearby villages and see if we can't bus in some folks too. I think that's a splendid idea."

The Colonel then sent his grumpy procurement sergeant on a whirlwind spree to purchase two cases of the holiday schnapps and three large barrels of beer from the local ratskeller. "Oh" he added, "and quickly Fritz, order up five hundred holiday cookies from the village baker." "The folk must appear as happy and festive witnesses in the film" the Colonel thought, "the fuehrer would like that; after all, these bitches tried to kill him by putting a bomb under his desk!"

At 12 noon the two condemned women, who had previously been convicted with the original seven female co-conspirators but had been given a temporary "menstrual reprieve," now once again stood in the Colonel's little makeshift courtroom. This time the women were not handcuffed, but simply stood facing the Colonel with their arms at their sides. Behind them stood more than a half-dozen helmeted SS guards. To the side stood two uniformed Army nurses. Behind the Colonel in the corner of the room stood his omnipresent three-man film crew.

Maria Katzener was a 31-year-old telephone operator who had worked with the resistance to help coordinate the bomb plot on the fuehrer. She was 5 foot, 4 inches tall, weighed about 130 lbs. and was of medium build. She had slightly longer than shoulder length dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and was rather attractive. She looked as if she had been crying. She was wearing the same white blouse and dark wool skirt she had worn at the brief trial the week before. She wore no makeup and, somewhat oddly, stood barefoot. She was obviously anxious and appeared to breathe heavily.

To Maria's right, also facing the Colonel, stood Theresa Wasserturm, a 34-year-old coworker of Maria's and the divorced mother of a 13-year-old boy. Theresa was dressed in the exact same blouse and skirt outfit as Maria. Theresa stood only 5 foot, 2 inches tall, but was bustier and somewhat heavier than Maria. She had sand-colored natural dark blond hair, light blue eyes, and was slightly homely-looking, but in a not-all-that-unattractive sort of a way. Theresa had a somewhat bigger bottom than Maria and her longer blond hair was tied back. She was also barefoot.

As the Colonel began to speak, both women stared forward at him, their eyes immediately welling up with heavy tears.

"Frauline Maria Katzener und Frau Theresa Wasserturm, today at 4 p.m. you both will be publicly put to death by guillotine in the town square. Your death will be filmed for the pleasure of the fuehrer, for later witnessing by the German public, and for the glorious historical record of the Reich."

The Colonel continued "between now and your execution time you shall both undergo numerous punitive punishments, including, but not limited to, the receiving of a leather strap to your bare bottom, and the undergoing of a procedure known as a female circumcision without anesthesia."

As the women stared forward in shock, tears rolling down their eyes, the Colonel reached behind him and picked up a black telephone receiver and said "tell the doctor we are ready to begin the circumcisions now."

Hanging up the telephone and turning back toward the two women the Colonel said "put your hands straight above your heads." The camera crew rolled the film as the women slowly put their hands up in the air in the posture of surrender, tears dripping off their cheeks onto their blouses. With a nod from the Colonel the uniformed Army nurses quickly stepped in and began to strip both of the condemned prisoners. Both of the women had their skirts unbuttoned and quickly dropped to the ground, followed by their thin half-slips. Not wishing to waste precious clothing in wartime Germany, the nurses then quickly but carefully unbuttoned the women's blouses and lifted them up off the prisoners' up stretched arms. Walking behind the prisoners the nurses unhooked their brassieres and lifted their bra cups up off their breasts and quickly over their heads. Maria's firm breasts stood upright, her young nipples pointing slightly up and out. Even though her hands were overhead, Theresa's somewhat heavier breasts flopped down slightly when her bra was stripped off.

As the camera continued to roll, the nurses, still standing behind to women, pulled their panties to the ground, immediately revealing two thick triangular bushes, one dark brown, the other a thick yet natural curly dark blond. Once the women were both completely naked the Colonel ordered the guards to take them firmly by the arm and escort them down the hall stripped naked to the waiting surgical team.

As both women walked with their hands still above their heads, they were led into a brightly lit operating room, in the center of which appeared to Theresa to be an obstetrical delivery table. In the room stood a doctor in full white surgical dress including gloves and mask. With him were two female surgical assistants, also dressed with surgical hat, mask, and gloves. All six guards, both Army nurses, and the film crew accompanied the women into the small surgical theater, along with the Colonel. The room was now packed full with standing people. The Colonel instructed that Theresa would go first, while Maria was required to stand stark naked with her hands over her head and watch as her colleague was circumcised first.

Theresa was led to the table by the guards and placed onto it on her back with her buttocks partially hanging off the end of the table, as instructed by the doctor. The two female surgical assistants then each lifted a leg and carefully strapped them down into the awaiting troughs of the obstetrical stirrups. Leather straps were fastened tight around Theresa's upper thighs, and just above and below her knee. A final strap was tightly placed across each ankle. The guards firmly stretched Theresa's arms over her head and handcuffed her wrists to the table just above her blond hair, and then secured a wide torso belt by firmly buckling it just below her breasts. The doctor, now standing between her legs, lifted a similar wide belt strap from either side of the table and fastened it tightly around her waist, just across her navel. The doctor then instructed his surgical nurses to spread the full-leg stirrups even wider and rotate then higher, completely spreading over Theresa's blond bush-crack. As the doctor then stepped away, the packed room of soldiers, nurses, and cameramen looked on as one of the gowned surgical nurses, without speaking, picked up a black pair of electrical clippers and began the process of clean-shaving Theresa's pussy. After exposing Theresa's feminine lips with the clippers, the surgical assistant then applied a white medical shaving lotion and proceeded to shave the 34-year-old mom completely bare as the day she was born.

"No, please, no" Theresa screamed as she saw the doctor approach her between her strapped-down spread legs holding what looked to her like a needle and thread. As the two guards at the head of the delivery table now firmly held Theresa's shoulders down, the doctor said "Mrs. Wasserturm, we're now going to sew your vaginal lips apart temporarily so we will have good clear access to your clitoris."

"No, no please don't do this, no" cried Theresa as her friend Maria looked on, sobbing with tears flowing down her cheeks, dripping on to her bare nipples. Every soldier in the room, one of the surgical assistants noticed, appeared to have a rock hard erection in his pants.

As Theresa screamed, the surgeon, without anesthesia, carefully sewed a separate suture and thread through each of Theresa's upper large pussy lips. As the assistants stood on either side of the table, each holding a thread and pulling the lips apart, the surgeon quickly picked up surgical scissors and began to trim away the labia minora to either side of Theresa's clit, and then began to snip off the hood over the top of her clitoris. As the strapped-down woman continued to cry and plead with tears of terror, the doctor picked up a small red-hot electrical cauterizing instrument and burned around the head of her clitoris to stop the minor bleeding. As he did, Theresa lost control of her bladder as pee streamed up out of her urethra, splattering on the doctor's white surgical coat.

As Theresa was quickly unstrapped and carried out of the room by guards, a hysterical Maria, who had just witnessed the intimate torture of her friend, now fought in vain, kicking her legs as she was led stripped naked to the delivery table. "No, no please momma, don't let them" she shouted hysterically as she was strapped down even more securely than Theresa. Knowing exactly what was about to be done to her, she thrashed about with all her might.

After Maria's thick, dark pussy hair was first trimmed down and then completely clean-shaven smooth, the doctor proceeded exactly as he had with Theresa. As guards held her shoulders down, Maria lifted her head up and pleaded with the doctor. As the assistants, standing to either side, held her upper pussy lips up and apart, the doctor informed everyone in the room that he would use a slightly different procedure on Maria's clitoris, because of her violent shaking. To her horror, he then proceeded to pass a threaded needle straight up through her clitoris as she screamed like a woman in childbirth. Then, while lifting her clitoris firmly upward by the string with one hand, and as assistants to each side pulled her threaded pussy lips apart, the surgeon snipped off her the end of her clitoris with a pair of surgical scissors in the other hand. The doctor then used the small cauterizing instrument to stop the bleeding by burning the stub of Maria's clitoris. At this point Maria was no longer a vocal. Her pretty 31-year-old face, contorted in sobbing horror, had temporarily lost its voice.

As Maria's crying, quivering body was unstrapped from the table the Colonel gave the order to now firmly tie both the young women's forearms together behind their backs and hang them by their ankles in the whipping chamber. "Their asses are going to get a leather belt," he said, turning to the film crew "and I want it on film." "And make sure the lighting is good" he added as he began to undo his leather belt and slide it from his pants.

Continued in Part Four

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