This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Period
China Factory
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
The tall blonde killer glares across the desk, his face wreathed in contempt.
"Look at you! You've gone soft. You've got a belly!"
Bloebel couldn't reply. It would end his career, if that hadn't already arrived.
"You're queer. We can't trust you with anything, anymore. I'll have to get you a job at a china factory!"
Heydrich snorted. "See, I'm right, and you know it.
Well, we'll keep squeezing your little balls, Bloebel. You're going back, until the job is finished. And you're reporting to
Mueller from now on. He knows how to get results."
Bloebel didn't twitch. Mueller, that bulletheaded thug!
He hates me. That was terrible news.
"Now, shift your miserable fat ass, momma's boy! And don't let me hear one more negative thing about you, or you'll be sweating it out in a punishment battalion, or up against a fucking wall, facing a firing squad!"
Bloebel fled. He'd not expected it to be that bad. But he had only himself to blame. He had spoken out about his assigned work in the East, asking rhetorically if it was justified, wondering if such organized slaughter was wrong. Walls have ears, in this 'brotherhood' of black-clad men, all eager for promotion, patronage and rewards. To hell with dissidents.
He'd thought that way himself, once.
He still has his small apartment. He changes from his Einsatzkommando uniform into a civilian suit for the evening.
He wants to go somewhere quiet, away from beerhalls, away from anywhere he'll run into swaggering, carousing troops on leave.
He finally recalls a place.
Lili's villa near Spandau is extremely discrete. It avoids servicing uniformed men, and its clientele is largely drawn from civil servants and foreign embassy staff, dwindling now.
Party members are not openly welcomed, and the girls are drawn from all over Europe.
It's protected because some high-ups have a taste for exotic pastimes, and like to enjoy a diverse group of women.
Madame Lili is not overjoyed to see him, but lets him enter. "Herr Bloebel," she says politely. "And to what do we owe this honor?"
"It has been a long while, Fraulein," he replies gallantly. "Work has kept me away. But being back in Berlin briefly, I thought I'd pay a visit out of politeness."
She frowns. "When you were an architect, you were most welcome. I hope you are neither infected by disease, nor by your party's prejudices?"
"I am neither," he promise.
He's with 'Maria,' who vows she's Spanish. He doubts it.
'Soft' am I? 'Queer,' am I? He obsesses as he roughly fucks her. Dammit, if she knew the things I've done, with my own hands. After he's done, he rolls her over and spanks her, laughing at her panicky squeals.
"Now, you do me," he tells her. "Get even."
She may, but they can't, he knows.
The tens of thousands of women he's had stripped and machine-gunned, dead in trenches from East Prussia to the gates of Leningrad. They'd never rest until he was dead.
The End
© This story is copyrighted (c) by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission. Facts from Masters of Death: The SS-Einsatzgruppen and the Invention of the Holocaust by Richard Rhodes (2002)
Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Unlike other stories by this author, this effort seemed disjointed, not flowing smoothly from character to character, or from scene to scene. The historical element again works, but spanking is mentioned only slightly, and is not integral to the storyline.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
Another slightly strange story, which only seems to have crept into here because of a passing reference to spanking. There's a lot of story in this, I admit, but rather too much to work in this small extract.
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
This is a very dark topic, and I liked how you made him feel guilty. It's a departure from the usual black and white portraits of war criminals. A nicely done piece. Thank you for sending it along.