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by Lindsey Brooks
Lisl was a prisoner, selected by an SS officer to become one of the many girls at the establishment he commanded providing specialist sex services for high-ranking officers. Lisl, however, was of particular interest to him, and more so when he discovered how aroused she became when her body was used, abused and in pain.
Meanwhile, in England, a sadistic army officer in charge of a secret unit specialising in sabotage, was blackmailing first one and then another of his female staff into submitting to his particular sexual extremes. By sheer chance, under the rubble of a bombed-out building he finds a girl locked in a cage and handcuffed, and a plan begins to form…
Published: 5 / 2011 No. words: 81700
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Strong – Strong BDSM Content, Sex Slavery / Training, Sado-Masochism (SM) 
“Get your notepad, Volner,” the SS man ordered. “Find Heidi and Heike and bring them down to Interrogation One.” As he turned on his heel Volner ran her tongue nervously over her lips.
“Beg to report, Herr Sturmbannfuehrer, Obersturmfuehrer Sprenger is there already.” She seemed to shrink as her faced her. “Someone complained about Gretl last night. He has her there now.”
“Does he, indeed? Very well, Interrogation Two then.”
“Beg to report, jawohl, Herr Sturmbannfuehrer.” The girl hurried away, bare bottom wiggling.
Still stunned, Lisl stared after her until Schroeder tapped his slim riding crop against her right breast.
“Get stripped. Follow me.”
Gut suddenly twisting, she dropped her coat to the floor and walked naked behind him along the carpeted passage and then along one with only cold flagstones underfoot. Once again there was a staircase, and at its foot a whitewashed corridor, then another staircase and a narrower corridor of bare, rough stone that took her past a leering sentry to a room that looked frighteningly familiar.
The light bulbs seemed bright, illuminating even the farthest corners of ‘Interrogation Two’ to reveal the small table and two chairs standing beside the cupboard on the same side of the room as the door that suddenly thudded ominously closed behind her. There were whip-racks on the walls containing wicked-looking instruments whose sole purpose could only be to inflict pain. And there was the long wooden table in the centre of the room with the leather straps at its corners that Lisl knew with a cold and awful dread would soon be tightening around her wrists and ankles.
She felt suddenly weak; vulnerable, helpless. She longed to turn and flee, to fight and kill if need be to return once more to the daylight above. Lisl did not move. She could not run, even if she saw a chance to escape. She eyed the table, her heart in her mouth. This was why she was here. This was how it was meant to be. A little, involuntary tremor teased her sex.
The door opened. Volner appeared, dashed to one of the seats at the small table, opened her notepad and poised her pencil over a blank page. Despite the vestiges of uniform she wore, Lisl had guessed the girl was as much a prisoner as she was herself.
That did not strike her as being true of the two girls who had followed Volner into the room. They were both tall and as blonde as Lisl was, and they were fully dressed. Their grey, narrow-waisted tunics emphasised the width of their shoulders, the round heaviness of their breasts and the flare of their broad hips. As soon as they entered they removed their uniform jackets and hung them from one of the whip-racks, revealing the tightness of the skirts that hugged the firm swells of their buttocks. Both girls were very pretty, and Lisl could see that despite their full figures neither was fat, or even a little plump. All of their hourglass shapes were made from solid bone and hard muscle.
Two pairs of blue eyes almost as icy as Schroeder’s met Lisl’s frightened gaze. Her stomach went tight and a shiver of fear ran through her as she watched the girls begin rolling up their sleeves. Their heads turned to the SS man who leaned against the big table in the centre of the room.
He waved a careless hand. “Carry on.”
