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.
The same process was repeated the next day make up was applied on her by an obviously frightened Russian civilian female who followed the Captains orders to the letter. Natasha who had only worn a little of the stuff before and felt like a cheap whore as she looked into the mirror placed in front of her. Instead of being bare foot, like the day before, her fellow Russian put a pair of black leather stilettos on her which gave the 5ft captive an extra 3 inches but made it very hard for her to walk she had never owned a pair of high heels before. Again she was dressed in the smock, hands tethered in front of her and the leash attached to her collar. This time her walk of shame was far worse than the previous day as she struggled to follow her master unused to her footwear and she was sent sprawling onto the red sand of the track, exposing her ass and showing her brand for all to see! Her former comrades teased her mercilessly from behind the barbed wire. They called her German whore, collaborator and asked her if she enjoyed betraying the mother land for a German sausage! Through her tears of humiliation she tried to explain to them that she was here against her will and that she had been raped but her handler pulled her leash and forced her to her feet and move on. She fell several more times before she completed her walk, covered in red sand, sweat and tears of shame. Instead of being taken back to her cell, the Captain took her to a different door marked "Home Team". He unbolted the door untied her Leash and shoved her in
