Once again before I start the next part of this tale let me reiterate that I have no sympathy for the fascist cause and find Nazi ideals abhorrent. This is just a story! I hope you enjoy it!
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Broken
The truck slowly rolled its way down the muddy, rutted country track towards the Castle set in the dark forest somewhere in northern Germany. Its cargo safely stored, under canvas, away from prying eyes. There were fine French wines, Cigars, Vodka, Caviar, sides of Beef and Ham, Swiss chocolate and all sorts of luxuries meant for the stores of SS headquarters Teutonen Burg. Also in the back of the lorry was a wooden crate filled with straw all the way from the eastern front and in this crate was the heroine of this tale Natasha, the former Red Army corporal now a branded slave of the SS. It had only been two weeks since her capture but her life had changed for ever. First she had been raped and humiliated by the sadistic SS Captain who then cruelly branded her. When she woke after the branding, tied to a hospital bed in her little window less cell, she cried for hours.
Her ass was throbbing where the white hot metal had scarred her pale tender skin and marked her for life! Mercifully he gave her body a rest, her captor was just content with tormenting her with talk about what lay in store for her. Her long raven locks had been cut to a short bob during her unconsciousness to show off the tight black leather collar which now adorned her slender, pale neck. The pain on her backside abated a bit, but was replaced by an incessant itching which she could not scratch. The Captain would untie her from the bed every few hours and lead her to a bucket were he made her relive herself, blushing before her captor.
On her first visit to the make shift commode Natasha got her first glimpse at the still angry red SS brand and gasped at the 2 by 2 inch rune embossed on her butt! She tried to touch it but received a swift slap on the check for her troubles and was told to leave it alone or her other ass check would get branded too. Showers were not offered but the sadistic Nazi took great delight in giving her a daily sponge bath, using this opportunity to play with the small woman's privates. Then he would spoon feed her soup and rice pudding, treating her like the little girl she was beginning to feel. He did not beat Natasha unless she disobeyed him and treated the Russian like a naughty schoolgirl rather than a P.O.W. Escape was impossible, the room was windowless, the only exit was bolted from the outside. When left alone in the room, she was tied to the bed on her belly with her arms secured to the metal headrest. There was no way the petite girl could overpower the larger, stronger and fitter German. Her fear prevented her from even attempting it.
On the 3rd day after her branding Natasha was given her first taste of fresh air since her capture. She was given "clothes", a short white linen smock which barely covered her ass and when caught by a gust of wind left little to the imagination. Her hands were tied in front of her and a leash was attached to her leather collar. Thus the German paraded his new charge in front of the 1000's of P.O.W's assembled behind the barbed wire fence on the pitch. They walked a whole circuit of the running track that surrounded the football field. Natasha's head was bowed in shame as she followed 6ft behind him on the leash, wolf whistles from her compatriots ringing in her ears. By the end of the lap the humiliation was too much for the young woman and she burst into tears as she was led back to her cell. Once inside her hands were untied and the smock removed. Naked again her leash was untied. This time she wasn't strapped to the bed but mittens were tied tightly to her hands, to prevent her from scratching the scabs of the brand on her rear. A bowl of soup was placed on the floor before her, which she was instructed to eat like a bitch as her tormentor looked on, big grin on his cruel face.
