“I have no documents for you. Nor a uniform.”
“I will go as I am and spin a story. Please.”
Erich shrugged. “Okay.”
“What is she saying?” Vogel snapped, unable to follow the French.
“Goodbye I believe,” Erich replied sarcastic.
Vogel was impervious to feelings.
Lotte faced the post and loosed her bra, letting the garment fall by her feet. Gisela tied her wrists and tensioned the rope until the young woman stood at full stretch, full well formed breasts lifted and enticing.
Vogel nodded and Gisela laid on the first lash, leather slapping, biting sensitive flesh. Lotte winced and bit hard.
“Lotte is demonstrating how an SS soldier can take pain. Harder Fuchs, and discount that stroke.”
“Sorry,” she whispered as the tail cut air and struck with vicious consequence.
“Better,” Vogel a
