Es Lebe Noch Dieser Reich!
“ Hey Sam..., how about another?”
“ Ok..., Carl, but remember...I’m closing at two.”
“ Yea..., I know..., just get me another drink!”
“ Sure thing!”, replied the fat old bartender as he walked down along the side of the long flat table and prepared a shot for his last customer of the day.
Alone with only himself and the old gray haired dude, Carl Gould took the drink and raised it to his lips. After all the strong stuff went down his throat, Carl set the glass down and inhaled from his cigarette. Just sitting there, Carl listened on as the bar’s radio played away, bringing a piece from one of Bill Haley’s latest albums.
Since the year was 1952, the radio went on and on after Haley’s recording, bringing more great hits from that golden age in American history.
Watching the smoke rise to the ceiling, Carl happened to glance to one side and see a newspaper lying to his right atop the bar. Suddenly, he noted the headline, “ More Nazi Atrocities Uncovered by Allied Authorities.” His curiosity heightened, the young twenty two year old Jewish guy reached over and said to the bartender, “ Sam..., is it ok if I look at this?”
“ Sure thing...knock yourself out.”
As a survivor of the holocaust, Carl was really interested in the material. As a mater of fact, the guy was only fifteen when he was liberated from Auschwitz concentration camp, a prisoner for four years, captured at eleven and taken by train to the death camp, forced to worked as a slave laborer.
Hating everything the Germans did and stood for, the Jewish man read the article, taking note of the subject matter as it took him seven or eight years back into his horrible past.
“ Those fucken bastards!”, exclaimed Mr. Gould to himself lightly while smoking his cigarette and taking in the printed pages.
Finally, he was through with the long article. Feeling tired, the man decided it was time to leave the joint and stroll back to his apartment only a few blocks away in the greatest city on Earth, New York.
However, right when he got up off the bar stole, he noticed an add situated all the way at the bottom of the pages he’d been reading.
Looking it over, he was transfixed, really taking in the picture displayed. Eversince Carl was a kid, he had a femdom fetish, getting off at images of women wearing knee high boots with whips in their hands. After staring at the add, he felt a partial erection come on while he read the words under the photo, “ Mistress Matilda wants you...cum and be my slave!”
His eyes on the picture, Carl saw a blond woman with her mane raised to her head’s top, wearing thigh high boots with elevated heals. Liking the footwear, Carl also studied the black leather two piece outfit she had on together with the whip she held.
Despite her costume, what got the most of his attention was her facial expression, the look of domination combined with a seductive and gothic beauty the likes of which he obviously couldn’t resist. Indeed, her eyes had something to them, an evil stare which shined forth from her cold blue eyes, the look of death, the look that leads men to their doom.
Turned on now, Carl yelled, “ Sam...?”
“ Yea.”
“ Got a pen or something?”
A frustrated look on the old guy’s face, the man nevertheless replied, “ Yea..., here’s a pencil.”
“ Thanks.”
After he quickly went over and grabbed the thing, Carl returned to the newspaper, torr off a small piece from the side, and copied the phone number from beneath the photo.
Giving back the pencil, Carl said, “ Ok..., see you later, Sam...have a good one.”
“ Sure...”
A few moments later, Carl stepped out into the darkness and strolled alone back to his apartment in one of the older brick buildings.
When he got to the fourth floor, Mr. Gould unlocked his suite’s door and entered. Inside now, he looked at the number again and then simply placed it next to his phone, going to bed afterward.
The next morning, he got up and went to work at his accounting job in lower Manhattan. At five, he left the office, taking the bus back to his place. Instead of spending the night at Sam’s bar, Carl decided to indulge his femdom fetish, having a few bucks extra, wishing to spend it on the dominatrix, Mistress Matilda.
Inside the suite, he strolled over to his phone, picked it up, and dialed the number he saved yesterday.
Two rings later, he heard a stern, yet seductive female voice ask, “ Hello..., may I help you?”
“ Are you Mistress Matilda?”
“ Why do you ask?”
In response, the man said, “ I’m Carl..., I saw your add in the newspaper...I wanna have a femdom session with you...at your place.”
“ Ok.”, answered the female voice with a European accent.
“ Great...how much is it?”
“ Let’s just make it fifty and that’ll take care of it.”
“ Fine..., can I come over in an hour, at seven?”
“ Yea..., you know the Greenwich village area?”
“ Yea.”
“ Ok..., I live in the first large apartment building when you come in from the north.”
“ Yea...I know the place...past it up a few times already.”
“ Good...I live in apartment sixty five on the fourth floor.”
“ I’ll be there...and by the way...?”
“ Yea?”
“ Are you German or something...your acsent sounds German?”
For a second, there was silence; then all of a sudden, she quickly responded with, “ No...I’m Dutch, the accents are a little similar.”
“ Oh...ok, well...I’ll see you then.”
Upon hanging up the phone, Carl quickly raised himself, grabbed his wallet, and left the building, headed down to the bus stop.
In no time, he was on his way, driven by the bus all the way over to her place.
When he got there, Mr. Gould stood on the sidewalk and peered up at the structure, saying to himself, “ Well...this is it..., may as well get going.”
Excited, and feeling a sexual rush come on, the man went in and ascended the stairs. At the fourth floor, he followed the numbers on the respective doors and finally found suite sixty five.
Carl wrapped on the door twice when all of a sudden the wooden panel went inward, immediately halted by a security chain.
“ Yes...?”, ask the sexy blond as she looked through the narrow opening with her seductive blue eyes.
“ I’m Carl..., the guy who just called for the seven o’clock femdom session.”
A smile on her face, she answered, “ Ok”, as she quickly shut the door, removed the chain, and then opened it all the way, allowing Carl to enter. Once inside, he looked around and saw an average apartment, furnished with a sofa, livingroom table, and the works.
“ Let me have the money.”, insisted the lady with an outstretched hand.
“ Sure.”, replied Mr. Gould as he reached into his back pocket and produced two twenties and a ten.
“ Don’t I get a tip?”
Smiling, Carl gave her an extra five bucks.
Fascinated with her appearance, Carl measured her off, starting with the leather stiletto boots as they went up into her black business skirt. Over her upper body, she had an elegant black jacket partially concealing a white blouse. Just as in the newspaper photo, the mistress had her beautiful blond hair raised to the top of her noble looking head, radiating an image of control.
“ You look spectacular!”, remarked Carl as his cock erected while watching her stroll over to a desk on the room’s right side and bend over slightly, placing the money in a drawer.
Back by Carl now, the sexy lady stood before him, their eyes at the same level. Slowly, she reached into her jacket’s pocket, produced a cigarette pack, removed a Marlboro, and stuck it to her mouth, saying, “ Well, slave..., ain’t you got a light?”
Realizing that the session was already in progress, Carl quickly stuck his hand in his pants pocket, took out his lighter, and faithfully lit up her cigarette.
Measuring the guy off, she ordered, “ Ok..., take all your shit off...let’s go...then get to your knees!”
“ Yes ma’am!”, answered Carl, enjoying the feeling of submissiveness.
After he was naked with his attire thrown to one side, Carl sank to his knees and simply watched her go into the apartment’s kitchen, returning a moment later with a back leather whip.
“ Slave...you’re a piece of crap!”
“ Yes ma’am.”
“ I’m glad we agree...now stick your stupid face down to my boots and kiss ‘em!”, ordered the lady as she sank her spectacular ass into the sofa and crossed her legs.
Her right boot gently in his hands, Carl brought his lips to the toe’s tip and kissed it, giving her boot adoration and respect. Through with the toe, he worked himself around the leather thing’s side and began kissing the stiletto spike, going on for five minutes.
“ Good..., you’re a good slave.”
Next, the dominant woman stoop up before his awestruck eyes and slowly removed her outer attire, revealing the same two piece outfit she displayed in the photo which caught his attention the previous night.
“ So what do you think?”, ask the mistress, conceit in her foreign sounding voice.
“ You’re amazing...you’re the best dominatrix I’ve ever seen!”
“ That’s right...I’m the real thing...more real than you think!”
Full of herself, Mistress Matilda turned around and slowly peeled the leather panties down to her thighs, sticking her curvaceous ass right in his face, demanding, “ First..., you’re gonna kiss my ass, then..., you’re gonna shove your tongue right up in there and lick my shit hole...understand?”
Staring at her butt with its perfection looming right before his humble face, Carl’s hands trembled as he replied, “ Yes Mistress”; he then kissed away, going on and on, totally absorbed in his task.
“ You’re sure doing a great job...you’re one hell of an ass kisser!”
“ Yes ma’am.”, was all he could say as he went on with the adoration ritual.
Ten minutes later, he began licking at her ass crack, spreading her cheeks apart with his hands, really going at it now, making her feel like a goddess.
“ That’s it...eat my ass out...you pathetic worm...you’re lower than the stuff I shit!”
“ Yes ma’am.”
Content, the lady turned around and peered down into his eyes, saying, “ Ok...slave, get up and stroll over there in that corner...play with your self.”
As she pulled up her leather attire, the guy did as he was told, walking over to the far corner, turning, and then taking hold of his cock. Slowly, he began jacking off while she stood and watched with her hands on her hips.
Playing with his prick, the man stared away at her attractive form, enjoying its dominant demur. However, at the same time, something wasn’t right; he couldn’t place it, but for some reason or another it seemed as if he knew her, it was as if he met her before somewhere.
“ Jack off faster...mach schnell!”, exclaimed the lady.
Suddenly, it all came back to Carl. Releasing his dick, the man’s facial expression changed when he raised his hand, pointed at her, and yelled, “ I know you...yes, you’re not Matilda...your fucken name ain’t Matilda...you’re Erica Hausser, you whore...you murdering bitch!”
An innocent smile on her lips, the sexy lady ask, “ What...what are you talking about?”
“ You know...I remember you...!”, screamed the man, “ You killed hundreds...you used ‘em for your personal perverted desires before they were shoved in the gas chambers...you were at Auschwitz...I know you...I was there, you killed my family!”
For a moment, the woman froze and stared at him. Nevertheless, she next reached down for her cigarette pack and a lighter. Afterward, the beautiful blond parked her ass on the couch, again crossing her boots. Slowly, she fired up, inhaled, exhaled, and then said in a very relaxed, yet evil sounding tone, “ Yea..., and you just kissed my German ass.”
“ You fucken Nazi bitch...I knew it...you ain’t Dutch...you’re a fucken kraut!”
“ And you’re a fucken Jew...the only thing I regret is not killing enough of your kind...the holocaust wasn’t enough...all ten million of you bastards should’ve been done in!”
“ You whore!”, screamed Carl as he ran toward her, wishing to grab hold of her throat and strangle the life out of her.
However, despite his anger and almost uncontrollable rage, the guy couldn’t figure out why she simply sat there and smiled away the closer her got.
When he was five feet before her sexy frame, the woman raised her left hand and made a fist, aiming her ring’s stone right at him. Before he had a chance to react and figure out what was going, a yellow beam emerged from the back gem, striking the man. Next, she stood up and placed her right hand on her hip. Suddenly, his view of things changed; something wasn’t right.
After he stood a foot from her body, Carl found himself looking up into her eyes, seeing her head appear to get higher and higher.
“ What the hell’s going on?”, yelled Carl, his anger now turning to fear and confusion.
“ It’s a pity I didn’t have this back in Aushwitz...I really would’ve taken care of all you Jew boys..., I got it from some old witch doctor in Brazil when I escaped in forty five and went into hiding for a while...now I’m here, in the good old US of A.”
“ What...I don’t get it!”
“ Asshole..., you’re shrinking, you’re getting smaller and smaller, look at yourself...ha, ha!”
Finally, the wicked lady retracted the beam, staring down at Carl who now stood small and naked before her impressive boots at only two inches in height!
“ Erica, please...what’s going on?”
“ Now I got you...you Jew!”, said the dominatrix as she squatted and took hold of the little man.
Next, Erica Hausser strolled over to a closet adjacent the livingroom and removed a hat, a black officer’s cap having the Reich’s eagle on it together with the skull and cross bones. To his terror and amazement, tiny Carl watched as she placed the macabre thing on her head and ask, “ There..., how do I look...this is the same hat I wore back in forty three when I herded all you creeps into the chamber, striking ‘em with my whip!”
Shaking with fear, Mr. Gould helplessly hung between her fingers as she walked out of the livingroom and into a back room of the apartment. With an easy motion of her free hand, the sexy female flicked a light switch and squatted, releasing Carl, letting him fall to the floor.
A little dazed, the guy nevertheless got to his tiny feet and looked around. Shocked, Carl rubbed his eyes for a second before again inspecting his surroundings. Right before his face, all around him, was that place, that horrible and terrifying place, that factory of death, Auschwitz!
“ That’s right...little Jew..., look around, how do you like my model, an almost perfect replica of the real thing...welcome back to hell!”
As his eyes took in more of the place, frightened Carl screamed, “ Please Erica..., what are you gonna do to me?”
“ Finish you off, you fuck...but before you go...I want you to see that all the world’s efforts were for nothing, look around, the camp’s right here, right here at my feet, the holocaust ain’t over...ain’t over by a long shot...I’m gonna finish what Hitler started!”
“ No...!”
“ Yes...!”, replied the evil lady, staring down at Carl and the camp like some terrifying monster, hovering above his world, saying further, “ Why don’t you go over there to those barracks and knock on the door...go ahead!”
Nervous, yet also curious, Mr. Gould went over and knocked. Suddenly, the door swung open. After he stepped inside, the horror of his life hit him, the whole nightmare of the extermination camp came back and then some!
Before him were hundreds of half starved little people shrunk down by the evil goddess. Looking at him with despair in their faces, they said, “ She’s the devil...the evil come back!”
“ What the hell...how’d you guys get this way?”
As one of the prisoners was about to answer, he was cut short by her voice while she squatted and peered into the barrak’s window, saying, “ They’re all Jewish, like you...I’ll find a many Jews as I can and shrink ‘em...then comes the next part.”
Terrified, Carl ran out of the structure and yelled up to the giant looking lady as she simply remained squatted, wearing her black cap, “ Please, let ‘em go!”
A wicked smile on her lips, Erica ask, “ Didn’t you notice something missing around here?”
Searching around with his frightened eyes, Carl replied, “ The gas chambers aren’t here...the ovens are here...but no gas chambers.”
“ That’s right...because I’m the gas chamber!”
Confused by her words, Carl watched in disbelief as the woman removed the barrak’s roof and reached in, taking out a prisoner. The tiny guy in her hand, Erica stood up and next pulled down her panties a little and lowered him to her awesome cunt, finally pushing him inside.
As the poor creature kicked and screamed, she forced him up her vagina, suffocating him to death!
Slowly, the sick lady removed the dead corpse from her opening, pulled up her attire, and strolled to the right a few steps. Next, she again squatted, this time before the crematorium. Using the hot end of her cigarette, Erica fired up one of the ovens and tossed the dead man in while her ass faced and hung over helpless Carl. Turning her head back, the bitch said, “ See..., the ovens still burn...it ain’t over...I’ll kill you all...ha, ha...!”
Frightened out of their wits, all the captives and victims began running to and fro inside the camp. Like a diabolical giant, she stood up and started stomping them. Further, a few of them, she didn’t step on, she did the same as before, suffocating them in her womb of death.
“ Erica, please..., stop this!”, cried Carl in desperation, not knowing what to do, feeling as if he were going insane.
“ I ain’t stopping shit...this is only the beginning!”, answered the goddess from hell while she approached Carl.
Not able to help himself, Carl gazed up along her magnificent and awesome boots, also seeing her raise her right foot. From way up above him, he heard, “ Du schwein...es lebe noch dieser Reich!”
A second later, Carl was engulfed in darkness as he stilleto masterpiece came down and crushed him to death!
The End