"It's not a man's job." I explained to the Commandant while I was sitting for him. I told him, "some hoary-handed solider wasn't going to look for refinement, or wit, or elegance, or culture. He's just going to let his pants do his thinking. Which is fine for a quick fumble behind one of the huts, but hardly what you want when senior officials are coming to inspect the camp."
Felix (we always used first names when he was painting me) nodded only half hearing as he fiddled with his oils.
"I mean, fancy putting that young Hungarian gutter-girl next to the Deputy Reich Minister. I'm surprised the Ministry of Propaganda didn't complain. Just because you put someone in a posh frock, doesn't stop her from being a common tart. I was so embarrassed. Really I was!"
"Emily, please keep still!" The Commandant was holding his brush up by his thumb, measuring some part of me. I'd offered to get some of the camp girls to sit for him. But he always wanted me. 'I only want to capture the beauty of a fine Aryan woman, Emily' he would say, with a slight touch of indulgence. 'And you are the very finest'.
"Felix!" I looked at him pointedly, "you should let me do the selection. After all, if we have to provide..." I searched for a suitable euphemism, "... entertainments, we should to do it properly. It should reflect well on you. These are powerful men. They will take offence if you offer them anything too cheap. If we have to have a Bordello, then we have to have a Madam as well."
The Commandant rose so suddenly, scattering his paints and brushes, "No! No Fraulein. Absolutely No. I cannot let you be sullied by such things."
He stepped up to me and grabbed me by both arms, "It is bad enough you have to be here in such a terrible place. But I will not let this work drag such a thing of beauty as you through the mud." In his earnestness he pinned by arms to my sides, pinching my small bare breasts together.
"This is war, Herr Commandant, and we must all do what we must for the Fatherland. However personally distasteful. And you will let me do this for you, for I will not let you be humiliated like that again. And that is an end to it."
Of course, I would never normally be so forward normally. I'm just the Commandant's Secretary. But when you're naked before a man, even innocently as a life model before a man you trust like your own father, you must speak plainly, for you have nothing to hide.
Which is why, the next morning, I found myself marching out into the compound beside Obersturmführer Kluge with a small detachment. I'd never been in through the wire before. Of course, every time I glanced up from my typewriter I saw it out through the window. But being the Oberführer's personal assistant meant there had never been any need. Everyone came to me. So I had no idea how good it felt.
My long blonde hair was tired back off my face neatly and my face was simply made. My black jacket, skirt and tie, starched white blouse, and red Nazi armband were neat, pressed, flawless. I looked every bit a member of the Master Race.
I loved the way the guards cracked to attention as we passed - outwardly servile, but behind there eyes, undressing me with every swish of my hips, every bounce of my boobs.
It was common knowledge that I posed nude for SS-Oberführer von Bock ... my Felix. It was also common knowledge that a certain horny Oberscharführer who thought I was just the commandant's bit of pussy - and though he'd fancy a sniff of that, found himself busted down to Schütze and dispatched to the Eastern Front before you could say Waffen-SS.
And then there were the woman inmates. They stood around in small knots, trying to look at me without being seen to look, always afraid that making eye contact would be the last thing they ever did. They knew their eyes would burn hatred at this Nazi bitch striding into the camp, and for such a look they could be shot. So as I marched passed, they stood limp, with dead emotionless eyes that seemed not to see, but really examined me with every bit of detail.
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On the parade ground eight candidates had already been prepared for my inspection. They stood to attention. Completely naked. Cold. Frightened. Watching me advance towards them as the guards watched them with a leer.
On a grey autumn morning, the sounds of the camp seemed strangely muffled, for all I could hear was the crunch-crunch-crunch of my knee-high black leather boots on the gravel parade-ground, and the thump of my heart.
Till the loud 'Snap' and echoed 'Bang' of a rifle being fired made me flinch for a second. At the back, by the cook's hut, a running woman, her bare breasts bouncing uncontrollably, was falling to the ground, her arms flailing.
Beside her another woman, also running, also trying to get away, she started screaming as she watched her friend fall, but her scream was silenced by a second shot ringing out across the camp. The second woman fell to the ground like a discarded doll, limp and lifeless.
The guard who had shot them strolled casually up to his victims. The first one was still groaning on the ground, making begging noises in some Slav language. The solider raised his gun and the woman's begging grew louder, higher, till a third shot left a definitive silence across the camp.
I remember when I first came how I hated the shootings, how I'd always slip a finger on the typewriter when a ringing shot made me jump, and the under-secretaries would smirk at me from behind their filing. But I soon learned to ignore them, just as everyone else did.
But today, with my dry mouth and my nipples clearly showing through my blouse, it had startled me. I slapped on my blackest face so that no one would see how hot and excited I was by the whole thing.
Kluge escorted my to end of the line, and then unholstering his pistol, he stood behind the first girl.
"Are you a virgin?" I snapped.
"No, Fraulein" she replied, with a slight edge of defiance in her voice.
I reached down and felt the girl's naked pert little breasts. Every guard at every sentry post and atop every watchtower had a sudden need to adjust the crouch of their trousers.
"Have you ever been a whore?"
"No! Fraulein" she stuttered with a ring of hurt annoyance.
I slid my hand down her waist, over the slight rise of her tummy, down to her thigh, and then up between her legs, to feel her pussy. She gasped at the affront of the intimate examination in clear view of the whole camp.
"Have you ever performed fellatio, cunnilingus or have you ever been sodomised?"
Kluge behind her was straining so hard to be the cold icy SS officer I thought his head would explode if asked one more erotic question.
"No, Fraulein".
"Obersturmführer!" I addressed Kluge smartly, "this woman is unsuitable for my needs".
Kluge raised his pistol to the back of her head, and blew her brains out right in front of me. I had to move to avoid the girl falling on me, but her bloody head still landed on my boots. I looked down. The top of her head was missing, and brains and blood where leaking out over the polished black leather of my boots.
I flushed with annoyance, "Obersturmführer Kluge! Kindly allow me a moment to step out the way before you execute an inmate".
The lieutenant snapped to attention and curtly bowed his head in apology. He reached inside his coat pocket, pulled out a large hanky, and knelt down in front of me ... in front of the whole camp ... and wiped the girl's blood and grey-brains off my boots.
God! I loved this. I mean, I'm no haughty dominatrix - but out there, with a woman dead at my feet on my say-so, and an officer of the elite SS cleaning my boots, I felt like a Goddess.
Of course, the first one was always going to be "unsuitable" and had to be killed, if only to let everyone understand who was in command here. It was just luck that she'd been so unfit. She was just typical of the sort of girl the guards would pick. Pretty, sure. But with marked racially inferior Mongol features in her face and an attitude. Which is fine if you want a woman to be nasty to. You could be as cruel as you wanted since she wasn't a nice Aryan-girl. And her feisty attitude would mean she'd resist, keeping herself nice and tight for you while you raped her. She'd have been a good hard fuck, but hardly officer material.
I went through the same routine. Her body was passive plastic in my hands, as I felt her. I noticed her shoulder had tiny spots of blood from where the first girl's brains had misted as the bullet took the top of her head off. Then I looked down at my blouse, and noticed that my small breasts where also covered in fine spots of blood and brains.
Virgin? No. Whore? No. Fellatio? Yes. Cunnilingus? No. Sodomy? Yes.
The way she carried herself said, 'I want to live, and I'll do whatever I have to'. Her only fault was perhaps that she was completely cold. But with a chill Polish wind bushing across the camp this was hardly the spot to judge warmth. If tuned out to be trouble, I could always get rid of her later.
"Obersturmführer, this one is acceptable".
I stepped in front of the third woman. I could see how the guards would like her. Full light brown hair tossed around her shoulders. Big open face, just right for pushing a hard cock into. Big blousy tits. Large bum. Shaved pussy. She was a girl who knew who to show a guy a good time.
Kluge looked smugly pleased with himself, he knew that this was just the sort of woman who could take away some of the burden of running the war from our leaders. I didn't even bother to examine or question her.
"Obersturmführer!" Kluge snapped to attention (my rank was purely honorary, only designed to show my high position within the camp staff, but he couldn't ignore the fact that it made me a senior officer to him). "This inmate is not suitable."
He was dump-founded, and hesitated for a moment while I went on examine the forth of the eight candidates.
"Obersturmführer Kluge" I spoke sharply, "we don't have all day." Kluge stepped up behind the woman, who was frozen in terror. She screwed her eyes tight shut as she felt the cold barrel graze the base of her neck.
The shot forced her head up and back as her legs collapsed and she fell down in an untidy heap at Kluge's feet. He considered her for a moment, and then took a step over her body, pointed the gun down at her, and shot again into the side of her head that bounced with the impact of the bullet. He seemed angry that his star pick had failed him and had shot her a second time to out of hate, for she was already dead.
The fourth girl also selected herself, but this time, thumbs up. She was tall with long blonde wavy hair, tidy breasts, strong hips ... you could imagine her as a mermaid or an angel. She would decorate any officer's mess.
Virgin? No. Whore? No. Fellatio? Yes. Cunnilingus? No. Sodomy? No
As I felt between her legs I realised why I felt a natural liking for this one ... she reminded me of my own dear little sister. "This one will do, too, Obersturmführer".
The sixth bitch was the tallest, with fine long dark hair, with a face a bit like a witch, but the body of angel. I squeezed her oh-so-perfect breasts till she couldn't help wincing in pain. Just jealousy, for my little flat A cups, I know. She replied yes to every thing (except virginity), which surprised me slightly, as I wondered what sort of whoring such a strong looking woman could have done. But when I pushed two fingers through the trimmed bush of her cunt I found the answer. She was wet.
Like me, she'd gotten off on the execution of two women so close to her. With my fingers only reluctantly withdrawn from her warm wetness I signed my approval to Kluge, who stepped with me to confront the seventh candidate.
I didn't even bother to step in front of the eighth and last one: plain faced, large shagging breasts, tangled hairy cunt. She was completely out of the question. "Obersturmführer, I do not require this one".
I pointed at the horrified woman. Immediately she broke from the line and started running, but she blindly ran straight towards a guard who was taking aim. She turned and darted back, only to find another guard raising his rifle. She turned around again, her head turning madly, looking for any escape.
I took my own pistol out of its holster that was fitted snugly under my arm, beside my left breast, always spoiling the line of my jacket. I aimed at her pale white naked body, and fired, just as started to dance and fall in a hail of bullets that opened up crimson bloody wounds in her chest, abdomen and backside.
In an instant she was on the ground, butchered by seven bullet holes, her head turning and groaning for a moment, and then limp, dead.
There was a pause, and then Kluge addressed me, "Fraulein, is this sufficient for your needs, or shall I collect another group for your selection?"
"Actually, Obersturmführer, I really require only four for training today."
I looked at the five remaining girls: the serious one, the mermaid, my sister look-a-like, the witch, the teacher. And thought for a moment which one I could lose.
The serious one had a good balance of features and I could see her moving effortlessly through any situation. The mermaid I fancied the least ... just not my sort of girl. But I could see guys highly prizing her classical beautiful looks. 'My sister' looked even more like my sister Kate now that I took a second longer look at her. I'd have liked to have got rid of the witch, but her body was just too damn fine. And if it was my choice, and it was, the teacher would be my personal bed-warmer any night.
Phew! It was a tough choice, but I couldn't really handle five at one go. In the end I had to harden my heart, and put sentiment to one side. "Obersturmführer, I will not be needing my sister".
"Fraulein?!"
Kluge was utterly confused.
I tutted myself, and stepped up to the young little bitch. Her sad pleading face glared at mine. I raised my gun to her face. There was a hissing sound. I looked down. She had started urinating from her snug pussy all down her legs. The yellow piss flowed over her feet and started to puddle round the base of my boots. She might have looked just like my sister, but my sister would only have pissed herself for pleasure, not from fear.
"Pllllllleeeeeaseeeeeeeee nooooooo...." she whispered with dry lips.
I squeezed the trigger and blew out her right eye. She fell back. I stepped over her body. Most of the right side of her pretty face was a bloody spongy mess. She was dead already.
But I pointed my gun and shot her in the chest between her titties, Bang!
And then again in her stomach, Bang!
And again in her cunt, Bang!
And again in her chest, Bang!
And again in her face, click ... My gun was empty.
Obersturmführer Kluge gently placed his hand on my arm to calm me. I looked him in the eye and we exchanged a glance that said, 'Fuck! That was fun!".
I composed myself, and with Kluge by my side again, and my four naked trainees guarded by our escort behind us, we marched out of the camp compound, back towards the admin block.
While my trainees were washed, deloused and medically examined. I'd have to go back to work. It would be difficult to concentrate on typing.