There she layed. Naked, on an old metal bobbin in some cellar in the middle of enemy
territory.
She had thrown all warnings into the wind. She knew what she was doing and still
ended her mission here in this quarry with fetters at the ankles and ankles.
The worst Of all cases had entered and yet the allied spy Jenna Mitchell she would
be freedom defend. The freedom of the German people but also of the whole free world, but what
they do for it
Had to take care of her, which was to become clear to her later. Much later as it turned
out,
For this little retreat in the middle of Berlin in the cold of January 1944 was supposed
to be Jenna's new home for a long time
Down here was the empire of Gerda Buchmann and Gerda was famous for her interrogation
methods
And she got her answers. Sooner or later but she got it in any case.
The sight of her newest guest as she entered the cellar on this cold evening convinced
the
German immediately. She was sure that this time she would not be different with her
guests
Before and she could "welcome" some spies of the enemy lines. Just about the
Duration of the stay of the new lady Gerda was not yet sure, but that would soon Out.
They were brought to this ugly old cellar remember.
The last thing she knew was that she was on her way home as she was in one
Dark alley in the middle of Berlin felt a dull thud and suddenly it was darkened.
Jenna knew this situation was the worst case and she had done everything she could to
keep it going this situation. But now it was necessary to defend freedom by all means.
Jenna was ready to fight, But which fight should imminently suspect the young American woman in the least.
However, when she said the words "Good morning my dearest -
Welcome to my little playroom" in hard German, she suspected it would be harder.
In espionage circles it was heard that there was probably a woman in Germany
to "ask questions" and should be very convincing, of which the young woman had already heard.
However, Jenna did not know how fast she was facing this infamous lady should be.
"The human body has its weaknesses ..." Jenna heard a German voice say,
While she heard the metallic click of shoe heels on the cold stone floor.
"... and I am responsible for revealing these weaknesses, Fräulein!" "May I ask
What are herweaknesses, Madame? ... "Jenna heard a female voice whispering
Was suddenly beside her left ear. There she stood. In herfull size. Jenna appreciated
the Woman at close to 1.80 meters. She had her black hair a horse tail together.
The woman wore a dark, tight-fitting jeans and a white, short-sleeved Blouse.
She had slender, sinewy arms and manicured hands. Your salmon pink painted
Fingernails glimmered in the neon light of the small room.
thought Jenna full of nervousness.
Jenna wanted to scream, but Buchmann gently put a finger on her lips around her Clarify
. "You have very pretty armpits," whispered Buchmann
as she walked around Jenna's bunk and gently pushed one of her pointed fingernails
over the light humid armpits of the American woman. Jenna shuddered, for she knew what will happen to her.
"I am interested in your mission, and your contacts in Berlin. Think you could
Will I be of service to you, most gracious? "Buchmann sneered. "We do not know it here alone
And we care about herback men and hercontacts.
What exactly is your mission, Fräulein? "
Fuck you Bitch! Jenna screamed with all her courage she could muster. I'll tell you nothing, you fucking nazis ... "
"Name, Fräulein, I just want the names, then it's all over for her ... otherwise fear
I will have both of us longer the pleasure. The pleasure probably is much more on my side I guess... "
"Never will you hearanything , we will destroy you ....." cried Jenna in all her
Emotion and her sense of anxiety and agitation.
She was wildly determined the Enemy not to provide any information "...we will have so much fun togehter, what do you think" said the german woman with a Slightly maliciously grinning. Jenna then tore at the rigid leather shackles to Gerda
only a gentle one
Smile elicited. "Aber nicht doch Fräulein... You do not want to leave, now.
We started at all, did not we? "Whispered Gerda gently as her fingers slowly Jenna's
unprotected armpits were approaching.
A throaty laughter filled the room as a Buchmann touched Jenna's naked skin .....
A mixture of feminine sweat and the mild scent of almond oil filled the little
room. Somewhere in the heart of the enemy country, the brave American woman was
arrested and
interrogated. Jenna was determined not to give the enemy any secrets, but the germans
had sent a lady who knows cruel exactly how to extract her guests the most secret information.
For an eternity, bright laughter sounded through the room. That's always laughter
When Gerda took a hard bristle brush. The American woman was Firm and determined,
but the hard bristles on her soft oily armpit
Jenna interrupts a hysterical laughter. Laughter which one the merciless German with a satisfied
nod commented. Buchmann knew from her own experience that she was on the right way.
Jenna tried to defend herself wildly against every touch and the gruesome hard bristles
to escape, but the leather straps at her hand and ankles were intransigent. Jenna's long black hair was now wildly disheveled and stuck
Her moist forehead. The laughter was deep and throaty when the German woman
Jennas naked armpits, the American woman hopped on her bunk.
The Sensitive thighs of the young American woman were one of her biggest weak spots
and that Gerda knew very well. Jenna was not the first guest, who was sitting on her
bunk.
Gerda was firmly convinced to make her guest talk. None of herguests could Gerda
Hit her to resist, and even this rebellious American would not be able to do so. That was
The German woman convinces. Buchmann was promptly strengthened in this assumption
when she married her
Pointed fingernails now glide in Jenna's hypersensitive knee-throats. The smallest
touch on her delicate skin in the knee-throats, the American woman immediately raged
wildly.
The German woman knew that it was only a matter of time until shell get the information sehe needed.
At last the cruel woman stopped her. But only to a small closet too
Walking in the dark corner of the room. Jenna did not have Discovered till now
She was too busy with herself. As Buchmann came back, Jenna shuddered,
sehe did not like what sehe s was inpected.. Not at all. The German had a small box
with her. to the horror of the American they where a lot of feathers and a few
Small and large brushes in it. "Oh no ..." was all Jenna could say as Buchmann stood at her feet
and sat her down on a small swivel chair.
The sweetish smell of sweaty, feminine soles immediately brightened Buchmann's nose.
She loved this smell and enjoyed it extensively when she had the oil dripped from the
bottle and gently passed Jenna's feet. "You have a very nice soles structure my love! "Praised
Buchmann "... that makes it easy for me, of course," she said as she held her pointed
fingernail in a perpendicular, deeper groove, and slowly slid down Jenna's sole.
The sensation of the pointed nail on her soft, soft sole made the American furious.
Jenna wriggled and shrank, again, in hope of escaping the cruel touches of the Germans.
Of course, without success, because her shackles were merciless.
Jenna exploded the touch of her soft bow with laughter. "Hahaha ... hohoho .... ohohoo".
The US spy laughed loudly and throatily now
Gerda had caught a sore spot on her guest and that would benefit her.
"Wonderful ... just wonderful. I like that Wild laughter.
It's always the same with you, but normally the left sole
iss the most sensitive .... ". "No ... nooo, nohhhooo ...- Please do not .....". Just the
thought about
The words of the German woman let Jenna rush again. << ... She would not ... not
my most Weak side ... she would not be able to bear it ... >> . Jenna was now full of despair her shackles.
She had to escape somehow. She had to> Jenna was aware of her weakness
She wouldt able to resist on her left side. If these deviilish woman are able to attack her sensitive left sole she will be forced to reveal her most intimate secrets ......
But the next touch of Buchmann's fingers left Jenna going nuts
And she fell into wild laughter. The German woman knew she was on the right way to her target.
It was just a matter of time.
The American hung in her shackles. Far from home, in the middle of enemy land, she hung here, helplessly tied up and completely surrendered. Her eye parts shone in the neon light of the small room.
Her gaunt soles felt sticky and hypersensitive. She almost felt as if she would still be tickled again, but the German had long time leaving the room.
The spy was exhausted and on the verge of a severe personal defeat. But still had her iron will to resist.. Despite the torture that this woman has done to her in the past few hours
Or were it days? Jenna had long lost the feeling of time and space. But she had the
Hope that they would save and free her amytime. As long as she wanted to endure, but when the
Door to the small exit again, the strong will of the American woman immediately disappeared.
The German woman had a small leather bag with her content Jenna again paniced.
Buchmann smirked as she heard the reaction of her prisoners. "How did you get here
Feathers and brushes of every kind and size ... "she said maliciously. "..... and you may
choose with what we should begin. How do you find that?"
Jenna was desperate and gave a soft cry of helplessness. The first time since her
sapture, the American was helpless. Helpless and frightened. She had sworn to stay strong an will be resist
But the evil woman had everything to do with her.
She feared that the actual torture only began right now.
Jenna did not know how to keep her right.
"One word from you and everything is passed ... I just want the names of your contacts
sweetness ..."
The last ¼ hour Jenna had laughed continually throaty, now she hung exhausted in her
stocks . Buchmann was now sitting directly at the head of her prisoners and whispered
softly into the Americans ear. The hands of the German now rested motionlessly in the wide open armpits
By Jenna. "You just have to talk to me sweetie, then everything's over - right away ..."
whispered Buchmann quietly.
Meanwhile, she gently let her pointed fingernails spread over the wide open,defenselesses armpits
Shouldering the US espionage glide, causing Jenna to laugh, and Gerda a gentle smile
Eased "You have it in your hand, sweetie .... you all alone decide when this ends
here ...."
Whispered Buchmann and Jenna now laughed again loudly as the pointed nails her tender
armpit
Stroking. But when the evil German woman now back her hard bristly brush on hand
Took her more and more aware that the end of her forces and also her strong will
Closer ... and that was not just the American woman ...
Buchmann now took her swivel chair and placed him directly at the knee level of Jenna's
bunk.
The german took and the oil bottle and slowly drank some of the valuable
Liquid on her palms. Then she took a long white feather. Jenna
Shuddered as the woman pushed the feather with the oil. <... Oh no ....> Jenna was
dizzy
Fear, and the thought of what was to come to her. But Buchmann was stuck
Suddenly took her hand out and did not touch Jenna's knee-throats with the oily feather
But to her shock hersoft exposed soles With this touch had the
And she shrank and struggled against the feathers. But in vain and
Which weighed much worse for Jenna, was the fact that Buchmanns were not on her soles
alone
Concentrated By the position in the middle of the bunk it was the German woman a
light one
Also Jenna's hypersensible knee-throats with her fingers. The connection of the soles
with her sensitive knee-throats was too much for the American woman. At the moment
she fell into hysterical laughter. Her strong muscular body tried to deal with the cruel touches
Escaped, but in vain.
"No no nohohoho ..... ahhha hiiihihiiihhii ..... Piiiiiiii ... Piitterrrsss ..... hihihiiiii"
pressed Jenna
Out while she was shaken by laughter. "I'm afraid I did not get it right
Understood my sweatheart ... "whispered Buchmann. "... could you please repeat the name
again,
Or should we make her knee-throats again with fresh oil, "she sneered.
"Noooo ... please --- noooo, Carrie Peters is my contact" Jenna gasped exhausted
the name
out. ... she works at the German base in Nancy ..... Please ..... "Jenna panted helplessly ...
"Please stop ..." "Next!" Buchmann demanded mercilessly, as she raised her feather again and placed they in the Hollow of Jennas knee "..... She calls herself Angela Peter ....".
Jenna was beaten and deeply ashamed. She had betrayed her secrets and somebody
Other in great danger.
But Ursula had already left the room.
She entered another room through a dark corridor. There were lots of differnet Utensils.
A flatbed of cold leather, a metal linkage of almost 2 meters in height and various
Cabinets with "tools" ... her "tools". <..... oh, yes ... >> Buchmann whispered to herself
.... <... my little "play room" is already for you. I can not wait to get to know you,
Carrie Peters ... >>
How long Carrie remains Gerda guest , whether the two women can be freed or
if they remain forever the prisoners of this ruthless German woman, this is going to be another
story.
Fine
territory.
She had thrown all warnings into the wind. She knew what she was doing and still
ended her mission here in this quarry with fetters at the ankles and ankles.
The worst Of all cases had entered and yet the allied spy Jenna Mitchell she would
be freedom defend. The freedom of the German people but also of the whole free world, but what
they do for it
Had to take care of her, which was to become clear to her later. Much later as it turned
out,
For this little retreat in the middle of Berlin in the cold of January 1944 was supposed
to be Jenna's new home for a long time
Down here was the empire of Gerda Buchmann and Gerda was famous for her interrogation
methods
And she got her answers. Sooner or later but she got it in any case.
The sight of her newest guest as she entered the cellar on this cold evening convinced
the
German immediately. She was sure that this time she would not be different with her
guests
Before and she could "welcome" some spies of the enemy lines. Just about the
Duration of the stay of the new lady Gerda was not yet sure, but that would soon Out.
They were brought to this ugly old cellar remember.
The last thing she knew was that she was on her way home as she was in one
Dark alley in the middle of Berlin felt a dull thud and suddenly it was darkened.
Jenna knew this situation was the worst case and she had done everything she could to
keep it going this situation. But now it was necessary to defend freedom by all means.
Jenna was ready to fight, But which fight should imminently suspect the young American woman in the least.
However, when she said the words "Good morning my dearest -
Welcome to my little playroom" in hard German, she suspected it would be harder.
In espionage circles it was heard that there was probably a woman in Germany
to "ask questions" and should be very convincing, of which the young woman had already heard.
However, Jenna did not know how fast she was facing this infamous lady should be.
"The human body has its weaknesses ..." Jenna heard a German voice say,
While she heard the metallic click of shoe heels on the cold stone floor.
"... and I am responsible for revealing these weaknesses, Fräulein!" "May I ask
What are herweaknesses, Madame? ... "Jenna heard a female voice whispering
Was suddenly beside her left ear. There she stood. In herfull size. Jenna appreciated
the Woman at close to 1.80 meters. She had her black hair a horse tail together.
The woman wore a dark, tight-fitting jeans and a white, short-sleeved Blouse.
She had slender, sinewy arms and manicured hands. Your salmon pink painted
Fingernails glimmered in the neon light of the small room.
thought Jenna full of nervousness.
Jenna wanted to scream, but Buchmann gently put a finger on her lips around her Clarify
. "You have very pretty armpits," whispered Buchmann
as she walked around Jenna's bunk and gently pushed one of her pointed fingernails
over the light humid armpits of the American woman. Jenna shuddered, for she knew what will happen to her.
"I am interested in your mission, and your contacts in Berlin. Think you could
Will I be of service to you, most gracious? "Buchmann sneered. "We do not know it here alone
And we care about herback men and hercontacts.
What exactly is your mission, Fräulein? "
Fuck you Bitch! Jenna screamed with all her courage she could muster. I'll tell you nothing, you fucking nazis ... "
"Name, Fräulein, I just want the names, then it's all over for her ... otherwise fear
I will have both of us longer the pleasure. The pleasure probably is much more on my side I guess... "
"Never will you hearanything , we will destroy you ....." cried Jenna in all her
Emotion and her sense of anxiety and agitation.
She was wildly determined the Enemy not to provide any information "...we will have so much fun togehter, what do you think" said the german woman with a Slightly maliciously grinning. Jenna then tore at the rigid leather shackles to Gerda
only a gentle one
Smile elicited. "Aber nicht doch Fräulein... You do not want to leave, now.
We started at all, did not we? "Whispered Gerda gently as her fingers slowly Jenna's
unprotected armpits were approaching.
A throaty laughter filled the room as a Buchmann touched Jenna's naked skin .....
A mixture of feminine sweat and the mild scent of almond oil filled the little
room. Somewhere in the heart of the enemy country, the brave American woman was
arrested and
interrogated. Jenna was determined not to give the enemy any secrets, but the germans
had sent a lady who knows cruel exactly how to extract her guests the most secret information.
For an eternity, bright laughter sounded through the room. That's always laughter
When Gerda took a hard bristle brush. The American woman was Firm and determined,
but the hard bristles on her soft oily armpit
Jenna interrupts a hysterical laughter. Laughter which one the merciless German with a satisfied
nod commented. Buchmann knew from her own experience that she was on the right way.
Jenna tried to defend herself wildly against every touch and the gruesome hard bristles
to escape, but the leather straps at her hand and ankles were intransigent. Jenna's long black hair was now wildly disheveled and stuck
Her moist forehead. The laughter was deep and throaty when the German woman
Jennas naked armpits, the American woman hopped on her bunk.
The Sensitive thighs of the young American woman were one of her biggest weak spots
and that Gerda knew very well. Jenna was not the first guest, who was sitting on her
bunk.
Gerda was firmly convinced to make her guest talk. None of herguests could Gerda
Hit her to resist, and even this rebellious American would not be able to do so. That was
The German woman convinces. Buchmann was promptly strengthened in this assumption
when she married her
Pointed fingernails now glide in Jenna's hypersensitive knee-throats. The smallest
touch on her delicate skin in the knee-throats, the American woman immediately raged
wildly.
The German woman knew that it was only a matter of time until shell get the information sehe needed.
At last the cruel woman stopped her. But only to a small closet too
Walking in the dark corner of the room. Jenna did not have Discovered till now
She was too busy with herself. As Buchmann came back, Jenna shuddered,
sehe did not like what sehe s was inpected.. Not at all. The German had a small box
with her. to the horror of the American they where a lot of feathers and a few
Small and large brushes in it. "Oh no ..." was all Jenna could say as Buchmann stood at her feet
and sat her down on a small swivel chair.
The sweetish smell of sweaty, feminine soles immediately brightened Buchmann's nose.
She loved this smell and enjoyed it extensively when she had the oil dripped from the
bottle and gently passed Jenna's feet. "You have a very nice soles structure my love! "Praised
Buchmann "... that makes it easy for me, of course," she said as she held her pointed
fingernail in a perpendicular, deeper groove, and slowly slid down Jenna's sole.
The sensation of the pointed nail on her soft, soft sole made the American furious.
Jenna wriggled and shrank, again, in hope of escaping the cruel touches of the Germans.
Of course, without success, because her shackles were merciless.
Jenna exploded the touch of her soft bow with laughter. "Hahaha ... hohoho .... ohohoo".
The US spy laughed loudly and throatily now
Gerda had caught a sore spot on her guest and that would benefit her.
"Wonderful ... just wonderful. I like that Wild laughter.
It's always the same with you, but normally the left sole
iss the most sensitive .... ". "No ... nooo, nohhhooo ...- Please do not .....". Just the
thought about
The words of the German woman let Jenna rush again. << ... She would not ... not
my most Weak side ... she would not be able to bear it ... >> . Jenna was now full of despair her shackles.
She had to escape somehow. She had to> Jenna was aware of her weakness
She wouldt able to resist on her left side. If these deviilish woman are able to attack her sensitive left sole she will be forced to reveal her most intimate secrets ......
But the next touch of Buchmann's fingers left Jenna going nuts
And she fell into wild laughter. The German woman knew she was on the right way to her target.
It was just a matter of time.
The American hung in her shackles. Far from home, in the middle of enemy land, she hung here, helplessly tied up and completely surrendered. Her eye parts shone in the neon light of the small room.
Her gaunt soles felt sticky and hypersensitive. She almost felt as if she would still be tickled again, but the German had long time leaving the room.
The spy was exhausted and on the verge of a severe personal defeat. But still had her iron will to resist.. Despite the torture that this woman has done to her in the past few hours
Or were it days? Jenna had long lost the feeling of time and space. But she had the
Hope that they would save and free her amytime. As long as she wanted to endure, but when the
Door to the small exit again, the strong will of the American woman immediately disappeared.
The German woman had a small leather bag with her content Jenna again paniced.
Buchmann smirked as she heard the reaction of her prisoners. "How did you get here
Feathers and brushes of every kind and size ... "she said maliciously. "..... and you may
choose with what we should begin. How do you find that?"
Jenna was desperate and gave a soft cry of helplessness. The first time since her
sapture, the American was helpless. Helpless and frightened. She had sworn to stay strong an will be resist
But the evil woman had everything to do with her.
She feared that the actual torture only began right now.
Jenna did not know how to keep her right.
"One word from you and everything is passed ... I just want the names of your contacts
sweetness ..."
The last ¼ hour Jenna had laughed continually throaty, now she hung exhausted in her
stocks . Buchmann was now sitting directly at the head of her prisoners and whispered
softly into the Americans ear. The hands of the German now rested motionlessly in the wide open armpits
By Jenna. "You just have to talk to me sweetie, then everything's over - right away ..."
whispered Buchmann quietly.
Meanwhile, she gently let her pointed fingernails spread over the wide open,defenselesses armpits
Shouldering the US espionage glide, causing Jenna to laugh, and Gerda a gentle smile
Eased "You have it in your hand, sweetie .... you all alone decide when this ends
here ...."
Whispered Buchmann and Jenna now laughed again loudly as the pointed nails her tender
armpit
Stroking. But when the evil German woman now back her hard bristly brush on hand
Took her more and more aware that the end of her forces and also her strong will
Closer ... and that was not just the American woman ...
Buchmann now took her swivel chair and placed him directly at the knee level of Jenna's
bunk.
The german took and the oil bottle and slowly drank some of the valuable
Liquid on her palms. Then she took a long white feather. Jenna
Shuddered as the woman pushed the feather with the oil. <... Oh no ....> Jenna was
dizzy
Fear, and the thought of what was to come to her. But Buchmann was stuck
Suddenly took her hand out and did not touch Jenna's knee-throats with the oily feather
But to her shock hersoft exposed soles With this touch had the
And she shrank and struggled against the feathers. But in vain and
Which weighed much worse for Jenna, was the fact that Buchmanns were not on her soles
alone
Concentrated By the position in the middle of the bunk it was the German woman a
light one
Also Jenna's hypersensible knee-throats with her fingers. The connection of the soles
with her sensitive knee-throats was too much for the American woman. At the moment
she fell into hysterical laughter. Her strong muscular body tried to deal with the cruel touches
Escaped, but in vain.
"No no nohohoho ..... ahhha hiiihihiiihhii ..... Piiiiiiii ... Piitterrrsss ..... hihihiiiii"
pressed Jenna
Out while she was shaken by laughter. "I'm afraid I did not get it right
Understood my sweatheart ... "whispered Buchmann. "... could you please repeat the name
again,
Or should we make her knee-throats again with fresh oil, "she sneered.
"Noooo ... please --- noooo, Carrie Peters is my contact" Jenna gasped exhausted
the name
out. ... she works at the German base in Nancy ..... Please ..... "Jenna panted helplessly ...
"Please stop ..." "Next!" Buchmann demanded mercilessly, as she raised her feather again and placed they in the Hollow of Jennas knee "..... She calls herself Angela Peter ....".
Jenna was beaten and deeply ashamed. She had betrayed her secrets and somebody
Other in great danger.
But Ursula had already left the room.
She entered another room through a dark corridor. There were lots of differnet Utensils.
A flatbed of cold leather, a metal linkage of almost 2 meters in height and various
Cabinets with "tools" ... her "tools". <..... oh, yes ... >> Buchmann whispered to herself
.... <... my little "play room" is already for you. I can not wait to get to know you,
Carrie Peters ... >>
How long Carrie remains Gerda guest , whether the two women can be freed or
if they remain forever the prisoners of this ruthless German woman, this is going to be another
story.
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