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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Countess - 1 (MF, v, bd, tor, v) by Herr Oberst (address withheld by request) *** Countess Christiana von Keller was a socialite living the high life in Munich during 1944. Her life fell apart when she was arrested in connection with the attempt on Hitler's life. Her ordeal at the hands of Stiener, a Gestapo officer, began. Chapter One covers her initial arrest - three more chapters follow. *** CHAPTER ONE: Arrested Klaus Stiener walked slowly up the stone stairs. When he reached his floor he smiled as the two guards outside his office stiffened to attention. Power and respect were wonderful. He nodded as a guard opened the door for him and he entered the dimly lit room. "At last. I've been waiting here for hours." Stiener looked up. The woman facing him was standing by his desk. Her beauty stunned him. She was wearing a full- length black fir and her long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders framing her round pale face. His eyes moved to her deep red painted lips, which were mouthing the usual protests of no interest. "I demand to see the person in charge. Is that you?" She shouted. Stiener walked behind his desk and sat down, opened a manila file on the desk and looked up into that beautiful face. "I am Obersturmbannfuehrer Klaus Stiener madam." He smiled. "And Obersturmbannfuehrer Klaus Stiener", she almost spat the words out, "have you any idea at all who I am?" Stiener looked down at the top page in the file. "If I am not mistaken you are Countess von Keller." She sat down, opened her bag and took out a silver cigarette case. "And have you any idea who my husband is?" She took out a long, hand-made cigarette, lit it and blew a stream of blue grey smoke into his face. He coughed lightly and glanced back down at the file. "Your husband?" He smiled. "That would be General Count von Keller." He looked back at her and then he sensed it - fear. She drew deeply on the cigarette and blew another stream of smoke in his direction. She was trying desperately to appear confident but the confidence was starting to slip. "Exactly, General Count von Keller, commander of the 19 Corps - and HE WILL HAVE YOU SHOT FOR THIS." He leaned back in his chair and looked into her eyes. "That would be difficult Countess, you see your husband was arrested last night, interrogated and, at three o'clock this afternoon, was shot by firing squad." The shock in her face was obvious. "Arrested! Shot! There must be some mistake." Her voice was trembling now. "There was is no mistake Countess, I delivered the coup de grace, a bullet through the brain, myself." "Oh my God! But why? Why?" "Your husband was arrested in connection with the attempt on the life of the Fuehrer. He confessed and suffered the consequences." "But, but what do you want with me? I know nothing of this." "That countess is what I need to establish and that is why you are here." "But you can't think..." "ENOUGH!!" His shout shook her. "I am here to ask the questions Countess. You are here to answer. And now there are certain formalities...." "But..." He took out his pen and looked down at the form. "Please confirm your full name." He waited. "Countess Christiana von Keller." She said quietly. Her mind was racing. There must be someone. Someone she could call. "Date of birth?" "16th December 1908" "So that would make you 35 years old. And now your address in Munchen?" "I have an apartment at 623 Laemmerstrasse." "Good. Now that wasn't so difficult was it?" "Please, I know nothing of my husbands affairs. I haven't seen him for months." "Let me see." He turned a page in the file. "Not quite true Countess. You last saw your husband at a reception given by the Fuehrer on the 24th June - 6 weeks ago. You phoned him three days later to ask for money. Again the next week - a similar request. And I believe your last communication was a note you sent to him 3 days ago. Again you were asking for money." Her mouth hung open for a second. She stubbed her cigarette out. "Well if you know that much you will know that we were not very close." "That appears to be true Countess. However you do appear to have been close - as you put it - to several others. Kapitan zur see Hienrick Feltz, Oberst Hans Fuller, Leutnant Peter Schell, a French engineer Charles Gabon and a musician Arnold Eston. There are others in the file but I believe these to be your most recent - how shall I put it - distractions?" "How do you...?" He cut her off. "It is the Gestapo's business to know Countess. Of this group I personally found Leutnant Schell the most interesting." "Peter? I mean Leutnant Schell. Why he is just..." "Like your husband Countess he is, or rather was a traitor. We hanged him last night using piano wire. He took a while to die and he shit and pissed himself in the process. I found it quite amusing really." He smiled again. "You..? But..." Her face was even paler now and she was shaking slightly. Stiener looked again into her eyes - still no tears - but fear - definitely fear. He felt good. "But you can't think I had anything to do with the..." "Countess, please, look at the facts. Your husband and one of your lovers were both implicated in this despicable and traitorous act. How can I not suspect you?" "But I don't know anything about the attempt on the Fuehrer's life." Her pale face had become whiter now and the fear was mounting. "That Countess is what I hope to establish. Now there are other formalities I am afraid. If you look behind you, you will see a cardboard box on the table. I would be grateful if you would place all your clothes and jewelry in it." "What!! You want me to strip in front of you?" Her voice was shocked. She could hardly believe what he had just said. "What I want Countess is for you to place your clothes and jewelry in the box. If you do not obey", his hand moved to cover a button on the desk, "I will signal for the guards and they will help you". He looked into her face again and paused. "Please - look - you have to see that I..." "The box Countess NOW - or would you prefer the guards' help?" She sat staring at him for a few seconds. There had to be a way out of this. There must be someone she could call. She seemed detached from herself not believing what she was doing as she rose and walked towards the large box on the table. Her mind was racing. It was a nightmare, it wasn't happening. Soon she would awake with Peter at her side. Oh my God! Poor Peter. A picture came into her mind of his athletic body jiggling on the end of a wire. She felt sick. My God what sort of evil monster could do that. She slipped the mink from her shoulders and folded it neatly inside the box. Her hands moved behind her to undo her long black silk evening dress. She was in her dressing room. The monster was not there. She felt the thin silk slide down to the floor. Stepping out of the crumpled dress she bent down to pick it up. Stiener glanced up at the view. My God she is beautiful. Her slim body was now dressed only in a black silk basque, stockings and French style pants. She folded the dress and lay it gently on top of her coat. She shivered slightly with the cold. Her dreamlike state continued as she pulled off her rings. She was at home in her apartment getting ready for bed. The box was her dressing table. She always removed her wedding and engagement rings before joining her lover in bed. Poor Peter. She unclipped the pearl necklace and dropped into the box. She would take off her pants next. She paused. He noticed the pause. "All your clothes countess or would you like help?" She slipped the silk pants down her legs, stepped out of them and bent down to pick them up. Stiener looked at the perfectly round, pure white bottom. God she was beautiful. He caught sight of a thin wisp of blond hair through the small triangular gap at the top of her legs. A natural blonde. He smiled. She imagined she was stripping for her lover. He mind was in turmoil. Who could she ring? Perhaps Stiener would be her next lover. She knew how quickly men fell in love with her. She knew the effect her body had on men. It was an act now. She kicked off her 4 inch black heels and bent slightly to unclip the first of her stockings. She slid the stocking slowly down her leg. She knew he was looking at her arse. Stiener watched the show and smiled. By the time she had removed the second stocking his cock was already hardening in his pants. Her hands moved to the small red ribbon on the basque between her large breasts. As she pulled the ends of the ribbon she felt her breasts sag slightly as the cups moved apart. Her hands moved down the basque slowly undoing each of the remaining 6 ribbons. The basque fell to the floor. She bent down to gather it up with her stockings. "The floor is cold Countess. You may put your shoes back on." There was a softness in his voice - a slight nervousness. So he did fancy her. He was going to be her next lover. Why are men so fickle with their simple fetish pleasures? She needed nobody. Her body was, as always, her fortune and now it would be her salvation. She slipped her heels back on and paused before turning towards him. Steeling herself she turned, her left arm partly covering her huge breasts and her right hand resting lightly on her blond pubic hair. As he looked up at her she smiled. "And now what shall we do Obersturmbannfuehrer Klaus Stiener?" Her voice was coquettish. She moved slowly towards him. He was just another man - another conquest. He looked up at her and returned her smile as his hand moved towards the Bakelite button on the desk. Her eyes widened and the smile disappeared. What was he doing? "Noooooo. Please!!" She watched in horror as his finger depressed the button and she heard the muffled sound of the bell outside. She turned, grasping herself tightly with her arms as the two green uniformed guards entered. "Put her on the stool." Stiener ordered. She turned back to Stiener as the guards approached. "Please. I've done what..." The guards grabbed an arm each and forced them behind her back. Stiener watched her breasts swing as they cuffed her and dragged her towards the small stool by the side of his desk. They pushed her down and she felt something clip onto the bar between the handcuffs. She tried to rise but couldn't, the metal stool was fixed firmly to the floor. She was still trying to protest when one of the guards pulled her head sharply back by the hair. As she opened her mouth to speak the other guard shoved a black rubber ball into her mouth. It locked behind her teeth. As she tried desperately to expel it she felt the guard behind her secure it in place by the locking the buckle attached to the straps on either side of the ball behind her head. She tried to scream to speak to communicate. Only muffled incoherent sounds emerged. "Thank you. That will be all." He paused and looked down at her. "For the time being at least." The guards came to attention and clicked their heels in salute before striding out of the room. She looked across at him, tears now steaming down her face. Her mascara was running in grey black streaks down her reddened cheeks. Stiener rose and moved towards her. He leant against his desk and folded his arms gazing down at her. She was going to be an enjoyable experience. "Now Countess let me give you an insight into the art of interrogation." She was shaking now. She was cold. Her large nipples were standing proud on her two huge mounds. What is he saying? Interrogation? Surely he was not going to hurt her? She would tell him anything. Why isn't he fucking her? "Basically," he continued, "there are two schools of thought." She tried to tell him but the sounds made no sense. "The most common practice would be for me to ask you a question like..." he looked thoughtfully at the ceiling as though he were trying to dream up a question. "...Were you present when Leutnant Schell met your husband after the Fuehrer's reception in Birchesgarten?" She shook her head and tried to speak. He moved behind her. She jumped when he placed his cold hand on her right shoulder. She was still shaking her head trying to say no. A muffled, "Ar, Ar, Ar," was all that emerged from the gag. He slid his hand down over her breast. Cupping the heavy orb he bounced it gently. "And then when I get an answer I know to be false." again he paused and moved his hand slowly up to her nipple clasping it gently between his thumb and finger. ".I do something to cause you discomfort." He started to squeeze the nipple, crushing it, twisting it, pulling it. A bolt of intense pain shot through her. She screamed through gag. He let go after a few seconds and moved back in front of her. "You see Countess I know that you were present when the two traitors met." She was still shaking her head. The pain in her nipple eased quickly to just a dull burning sensation. If only he would remove the gag she could explain. She had drunk too much. She was nervous about Peter meeting her husband. She couldn't understand why on earth he wanted to talk to him. She left them to go to her room. The gag the damn gag. Why won't he let her explain? "But that was just an example of the most commonly used approach." Isn't he interested in her answer? What is he doing? What is he going to do? Her shaking had increased. She needed a toilet. She needed to pee. "You see," he continued "the problem with that approach is you can never be sure how much discomfort you have to cause before the truth emerges. It can also be difficult keeping track of all the lies and half-truths. More importantly I have to waste much of my valuable time asking and re-asking the same questions." In spite of the cold she was sweating now. She could feel it trickle down her side from under her armpits. What is he saying? Why is he doing this? There is no need. She would tell him everything, anything. Why doesn't he just remove the damn gag? "Now you see my preferred approach - the second school of thought - is to demonstrate to my," he struggled for the word, "clients, yes clients, exactly what they can expect if they insist on telling lies or hiding the truth from me." Oh my God what is he going to do? He cannot be going to hurt me. Just let me answer the bloody questions. "I find this method - my method - to be infinitely more effective." As he walked back round to his chair at the desk she could see the bulge in his pants. As he pushed the button again she was shaking her head violently. She looked towards the door as the two guards entered. They were smiling, evil sadistic smiles. "Take her next door and get her ready." One of the guards released her cuffs and then taking an arm each they lifted her off the stool. She was struggling, kicking her legs, trying to glance back to appeal to Stiener as they almost carried her towards the other door in the office. Stiener looked up at her. Watching her pathetic attempts to get out of the iron grip of the guards. As she disappeared through the door he lifted the phone on his desk. "Put me through to Frauline Kirst." He stood waiting and listening to the struggles next door. "Anna? Anna darling I am sorry... yes I know I promised... work I'm afraid... look I have booked a table at Fredrick's for 8... that's Ok... I'll send a car... 30 minutes then... bye darling." He tapped the receiver and waited a few seconds for the operator to answer. The noise from next door had quieted down. "Put me through to the Duty Office... Hello... Hello... Stiener here..send a car to pick up Frauline Kirst for me would you... about 30 minutes... bring her back here." As he replaced the receiver the two guards emerged from the other room. "Will that be all Sir?" "Yes I am going for dinner soon I will set things in motion before I go. Frauline Kirst will be here soon. Send her in when she arrives." The guards nodded, clicked heels and left. Stiener opened the countess' cigarette case and took out one of the cigarettes. `Expensive', he thought. He lit it and inhaled deeply. `Well work calls, no rest for the wicked.' He stubbed out the cigarette and walked quickly towards the door and his latest - client. Chapter 2: The Machine, coming shortly... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 24