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Operation TOF by Old Slave and P. Praetorius

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Second Transcript – Monday December 11, 1989

H: After that, we were lightheaded with pride. We expected to be dismissed. However, he leaned toward us in a conspiratorial way and asked, “Would you boys like to interrogate Luludja? I’ll have an experienced non-com with you to assist. But you will be in charge.”

E: I still don’t know how I stopped from jumping up and screaming, “JA!”

H: As the older and wiser hand, I managed to croak out “Jawohl!” without drooling on the Sturmbannführer.

E: I know we were both shaking like leaves when the lieutenant escorted us out of his office and down several flights to the basement interrogation room.

H: Remember how new and pristine the room was? New chairs and tables, bright lights hanging from the ceiling, smelling of new paint?

E: I think the rooms were more terrifying that way. Cold and clinical.

H: Then the brawny Korporal brought Luludja in, hands cuffed behind her, still wearing the dress we’d allowed her to put on to be arrested. Looking heartbroken over her brother and terrified with fear.

E: She looked a little relieved when she saw us. Familiar faces, I guess.

H: Yes, but that relief didn’t last long.

E: Neither did her dress or underwear. [loud laughter] You had a great idea to make her do a Striptease for us. Very nice to see the whole package without the pasties and g-string. [more laughter]

H: Can you believe how long it took us to get the courage up to fuck her? It must have been over an hour. Six months later, it would have been five minutes!

E: We were young and inexperienced. And we worried whether Eichmann would want us to do that before we got the information.

H: So we got the names of the cell members first. Unfortunately, being new at that, we messed her up more than needed.

E: Yes, she really was very easy. We were lucky about that.

H: We were lucky about a lot of things. Luludja wasn’t a trained agent like the kind we later encountered. She wasn’t taught or prepared to undergo interrogation. She wasn’t really even a communist. She was just involved because her brother needed her to pass on information. She was just a pretty kid trying to get by in a dirty job as a stripper.

E: And when you finally took that knife to her tits, she screamed out the names. There was so much blood and she begged so pitifully, I thought you’d cut off her nipples!

H: That would have come next, so she talked to save what was left of her tits. Which was nice, because we had them to squeeze as we fucked her.

E: Very noble of you to let the Korporal have his turn.

H: When we reported to das Sturmbannführer, he was very pleased with speed and completeness of the interrogation.

E: When he asked whether we had “genossen” [enjoyed] her body we confessed and he slapped us on the backs and said, “Gut gemacht!” and promised to pass on a report of our good work to das Brigadeführer.

H: Then was the most incredible part. He asked us to decide how to execute her! We humbly deferred but he insisted that we think on it and report to him in the morning.

E: And by the morning, I had come up with the nasty idea of a slow garrote, tightening and then loosening several times so she would be terrified of not breathing then recover then start again. That way she would sense the life being squeezed from her body.

H: An idea we used many more times over the years. But I came up with the coup de grâce. That we display her body for the other enemies of the Reich to see. Naked, tortured and mutilated, hanging by her hands tied to a streetlamp opposite Die Pharussäle, that communist meeting hall on Müllerstrasse in der Wedding district, the heart of communism in Berlin.

E: I never saw Eichmann so excited. He loved your idea and promised to pass on to Reichsministerium für Volksaufklärung und Propaganda Goebbels, who’d made his first speech as Gauleiter of Berlin in 1926, at Pharussäle to spark a communist riot!

H: OUR idea, friend. We always shared credit.

E: That we did, friend.

H: And two days later, Sturmbannführer Eichmann made us both officers, with the badges of Sturmhauptführer and Sturmführer [First and Second Lieutenants].

E: And you shared your salary with me ever after, so we always earned equal.

H: We were equal, ein Team von Freunden!


[They raised their glasses of Schnapps and drank. Soon they shook hands and departed]
 
This post, sadly, marks the end of the too brief collaboration between myself and Old Slave. He has decided to retire from further authorship and has bequeathed to me the ownership of this thread. I shall endeavor to continue it with just a fraction of the skill he has demonstrated over the years, both here and elsewhere on CF. He has promised to drop in occasionally to correct my “abysmal American” grammar.

Ave Vetus Serve, scripturi te salutant!
 
Third Transcript – Monday December 18, 1989

Subjects arrived at café at just after 2 PM and sat at outdoor table. Waitress took regular order: two double expressos, two medium peppermint schnapps on the side, and a small Viennese chocolate torte to share. Very long conversation about weather [hot] and waitress [hotter]. Then, at 2:45 PM approximately:

H: It was nice reminiscing last week about how we first got together and became friends.

E: Yes. Two young guys with a crazy dream to serve the Führer und Vaterland!

H: And suddenly we were officers-detectives in the SS-Gestapo.

E; And just in time to serve. It was only a week later that Eichmann assigned us to investigate the top SA officials for treason to Hitler.

H: Gott im Himmel! That was a dangerous assignment.

E: Ja! While Heydrick and Himmler were our bosses at the SS-Gestapo, the SS was under the SA and Röhm! If those SA leaders had caught us, we would have died horribly.

H: There was no choice for us. We were serving the Führer.

E: And we got a lot of valuable information for Heydrick. Proof that the top SA officials were plotting treason against Hitler.

H: Valuable? How about when Röhm had the five-hour heart-to-heart with Hitler and we recorded his meeting with his staff after?

E: I can still remember his high queer voice and everything he said.

H: "What that ridiculous corporal says means nothing to us," he told his Brownshirt cronies. "I have not the slightest intention of keeping this agreement. Hitler is a traitor, and at the very least must go on leave...If we can't get there with him, we'll get there without him."

E: Eichmann loved that.

H: And having helped with the detective work, we were tasked to lead an elite squad in Unternehmen Kolibri [Operation Hummingbird] on June 30. Arresting, interrogating and executing SA traitors.

E: A major role just a month after we were errand-running rookies!

H: It was a great honor that we were assigned to find former Reichskanzler Kurt von Schleicher and execute him with his family.

E: Ja. Remember his pretty young wife? Very Cute.

H: I remember well. Anna; not over 30. How she begged that we spare her husband. She offered anything.

E: And we took her up on that. You, me, and the whole squad had her, in every Öffnung. But we had our duty. Afterwards we lined her and her husband up against a wall and recited, “You have been condemned to death by the Führer for high treason. Heil Hitler! Aim. Fire!”

H: Then later at the Lichterfelde Barracks near Berlin. Directing a firing squad every 20 minutes like clockwork: “By order of the Führer. Aim. Fire!”

E: Two weeks later, we were so proud when der Führer went before the Reichstag and praised the operation.

H: I remember his exact words:

“It was no secret that this time the revolution would have to be bloody; when we spoke of it, we called it the ‘Nacht der langen Messer [Night of the long Knives].’ Everyone must know for all future time that if he raises his hand to strike the State, then certain death is his lot!”

E: And afterwards, Hitler had Himmler and the SS report directly to him. And promoted Heydrick to SS-Gruppenführer.

H: Soon after that Himmler came and personally presented to each of us in the operation a SS-Ehrendolch [honor dagger] with a personal inscription.

E: I am never without [opens his coat, not clear what he showed]

H: Nor I [opens his coat the same way]

E: ‘Till next week my friend.

H: Two weeks. Next week is Weihnachten.



[They shook hands and departed. It is expected that the next transcript will be delayed a week.]

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Third Transcript – Monday December 18, 1989

Subjects arrived at café at just after 2 PM and sat at outdoor table. Waitress took regular order: two double expressos, two medium peppermint schnapps on the side, and a small Viennese chocolate torte to share. Very long conversation about weather [hot] and waitress [hotter]. Then, at 2:45 PM approximately:

H: It was nice reminiscing last week about how we first got together and became friends.

E: Yes. Two young guys with a crazy dream to serve the Führer und Vaterland!

H: And suddenly we were officers-detectives in the SS-Gestapo.

E; And just in time to serve. It was only a week later that Eichmann assigned us to investigate the top SA officials for treason to Hitler.

H: Gott im Himmel! That was a dangerous assignment.

E: Ja! While Heydrick and Himmler were our bosses at the SS-Gestapo, the SS was under the SA and Röhm! If those SA leaders had caught us, we would have died horribly.

H: There was no choice for us. We were serving the Führer.

E: And we got a lot of valuable information for Heydrick. Proof that the top SA officials were plotting treason against Hitler.

H: Valuable? How about when Röhm had the five-hour heart-to-heart with Hitler and we recorded his meeting with his staff after?

E: I can still remember his high queer voice and everything he said.

H: "What that ridiculous corporal says means nothing to us," he told his Brownshirt cronies. "I have not the slightest intention of keeping this agreement. Hitler is a traitor, and at the very least must go on leave...If we can't get there with him, we'll get there without him."

E: Eichmann loved that.

H: And having helped with the detective work, we were tasked to lead an elite squad in Unternehmen Kolibri [Operation Hummingbird] on June 30. Arresting, interrogating and executing SA traitors.

E: A major role just a month after we were errand-running rookies!

H: It was a great honor that we were assigned to find former Reichskanzler Kurt von Schleicher and execute him with his family.

E: Ja. Remember his pretty young wife? Very Cute.

H: I remember well. Anna; not over 30. How she begged that we spare her husband. She offered anything.

E: And we took her up on that. You, me, and the whole squad had her, in every Öffnung. But we had our duty. Afterwards we lined her and her husband up against a wall and recited, “You have been condemned to death by the Führer for high treason. Heil Hitler! Aim. Fire!”

H: Then later at the Lichterfelde Barracks near Berlin. Directing a firing squad every 20 minutes like clockwork: “By order of the Führer. Aim. Fire!”

E: Two weeks later, we were so proud when der Führer went before the Reichstag and praised the operation.

H: I remember his exact words:

“It was no secret that this time the revolution would have to be bloody; when we spoke of it, we called it the ‘Nacht der langen Messer [Night of the long Knives].’ Everyone must know for all future time that if he raises his hand to strike the State, then certain death is his lot!”

E: And afterwards, Hitler had Himmler and the SS report directly to him. And promoted Heydrick to SS-Gruppenführer.

H: Soon after that Himmler came and personally presented to each of us in the operation a SS-Ehrendolch [honor dagger] with a personal inscription.

E: I am never without [opens his coat, not clear what he showed]

H: Nor I [opens his coat the same way]

E: ‘Till next week my friend.

H: Two weeks. Next week is Weihnachten.



[They shook hands and departed. It is expected that the next transcript will be delayed a week.]

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Didn’t know that about poor Anna. Fiction? Or did it really happen?
 
Didn’t know that about poor Anna. Fiction? Or did it really happen?
Yes, though artistic license here.
From http://www.historyplace.com/worldwar2/triumph/tr-roehm.htm
Kurt von Schleicher, former Chancellor of Germany and one-time master of political intrigue, who had helped topple democracy in Germany and put Hitler in power. He was attempting a political comeback, possibly at Hitler's expense. He was gunned down in his home along with his recently-wed wife.

From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_von_Schleicher#Assassination
At about 10:30 am on 30 June 1934, out of a car parked on the street outside of Schleicher's villa (Griebnitzstrasse 4, Neubabelsberg near Potsdam) emerged a group of men wearing trench coats and fedoras, who proceeded to walk up to Schleicher's home. While Schleicher was talking on the phone, he heard somebody knocking at his door, and placed the phone down. Schleicher's last words, heard by his friend on the phone, were "Jawohl, ich bin General von Schleicher" ("Yes, I am General von Schleicher"), followed up by two shots. Upon hearing the shots, his wife Elisabeth von Schleicher ran forward into the front lobby, where she was gunned down as well.

From https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elisabeth_von_Schleicher
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I took the liberty of changing her name to Anna, it seemed better

Fiction? Or did it really happen?
How can you ask that!:mad: Don't you think I do my research?:oops:
 
Fourth Transcript – Monday January 1, 1990

[Subjects arrived at café at just after 2:30PM and sat at outdoor table. Waitress took regular order: two double espressos, two medium peppermint schnapps on the side, and a small Viennese chocolate torte to share. Conversation about Christmas celebration and waitress, “Die hat 'ne große Kiste.” Then, at 2:50PM approximately]

E: Remember our first assignment in France, Angers?
H: Those sweet, sexy French girls? You bet I do.
E: Some of them seemed to appreciate that we, they called us Allemandes, were there.
H: JA! Those two redheaded sisters! They fucked every man at Gestapo Headquarters in exchange for a little schnapps and a few extra food coupons! I can’t think of ever having a better fuck than when I had those two together in my sleep cube, off the office!
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E: The rest of us heard. I worried you might have a stroke!
H: Nein. What almost blew me, though was when I had them do a sixty-nine on each other. That was the only time they were reluctant about anything – sucking their sister’s pussy! But I insisted and urged them on with my crop. Meanwhile, I went from end to end and pounded die Scheide and das Arschloch!
E: [Laughing] Such good times!
H: Yes. We were young and strong and full of enthusiasm for the new Reich.
E: And we got a lot of nice pussy from the resistance bitches we interrogated too.
H: Yes. They called themselves Honneur et Patrie. I wonder how much Honneur was left after we had 45 resistance bitches shot at the Belle-Beille range?
E: Ja. We showed das Französisch how we handle criminals!
H: However, that was also the place of my greatest Schnitzer [blunder].
E: Not so great a Schnitzer, my friend. You have a soft heart and it led you astray.
H: What led me astray was a hard cock! However, it doesn’t matter now. One small error and we move on.
E: What was the name of that Angevin Prostituierte?
H: Messaline Pascal. And she wasn’t a whore. She was a respectable heiress of a…what was it?
E: Some forest of oak wood for specialized uses. All French women were whores. You just fell for this one!
H: Ja. Maybe I did.
E: She was pretty enough. I’ll give you that. And Proud! She went on and on about her grandfather planting the trees. But we did have good reason to arrest her for questioning.
H: Yes, yes. It was one of the redhead sisters who told us she was working with the resistance.
E: And when the men brought her into the headquarters, she was swearing up a storm – like an old sailor. She was not happy at being at being arrested.
H: Ja. She was what the French call Milchsuppe. Easy to foam over! [both laughed loudly]
E: After the men took her down to the interrogation room, chained up spread eagle and naked, she quieted a little. She began to realize that we meant business and how exposed and vulnerable she was.
H: But she still had her feisty resistance. She made a wonderful picture, her blonde hair falling in her face, her body already sheened with sweat from her struggles, and that fabulous body nude.
E: Hans, I think that bitch still has you mesmerized.
H: Maybe. But you have to admit that I helped interrogate her at first like any other French bitch.
E: Yes. Although I recall you were more interested in exploring her body than hurting her.
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H: I was humiliating her! And anyway, it was good cop - bad cop. You were doing enough with that bullwhip for the both of us.
E: Ja! I loved the way she moved. Remember we had categories for how prisoners (especially die jungen Mädchen ) moved as they were whipped?
H: Of course! There were die Stoiker, who willed themselves to react as little as possible, not even groans. It was so gratifying when we broke them (as we always did) and they started flailing and screaming for mercy.
E: And die Babys, who went to pieces at the first lash and screamed and struggled with all their might. They were, of course, the easiest to break!
H: Die Trotzigen, who were so indignant and so sure of themselves. They defied us to break them.
E: They were often the quickest to break once we turned their lives into a living hell!
H: But Messaline. She was one of die Tänzer, the ones who would seem to almost enjoy the whip, almost be aroused by it. As you whipped her on her hips and belly and breasts, she moved as if with her lover, twisting and thrusting and undulating like an erotisches Showgirl! It was as if she felt the whiplashes like the soft touches of ein Liebhaber.
E: She did indeed! But I never saw you so taken by a single girl.
H: Ich gebe zu, I don’t think I ever saw a more tempting woman in all our work. Even as I raped her and she spat out French curses, I was in love with her.
E: She was a good ficken, I’ll give you that. But your Verliebtheit [infatuation] caused one of the biggest Schnitzer of our career.
H: Ja. But she seemed innocent. We had no real proof.
E: How often did that stop us? After only twelve hours of interrogation, you insisted on releasing her. Actually, sending her to hospital. We had worked her over pretty well.
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H: We were never called for it. Die Schande wasn’t until six months after we had left Angers for a new assignment.
E: Yes, we never got caught; but we knew when we read the report of der Widerstand breaking diese Amerikanischen Spione out of the SS Kerker.
H: And the description of the head of the resistance team, a beautiful blonde woman, with a great figure in black tights spitting fire from a sten gun! We immediately knew who that was. I admit I felt a little Stolz [pride] in my Messa!
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E: Your Messa? You are getting senile, my friend.
H: Maybe. But she was an incredibly sexy girl!
E: Ja. I have to agree there, my friend. And you never made a mistake like that again!
H: There never was a girl like Messaline again! No, after that I never let any suspect off. Better kill innocents than release an enemy!
E: You remember what happened to your redheaded sisters?
H: So Traurig! After the Wehrmacht abandoned Angers in August 1944 and Generalleutnant Patton’s army seized Angers, the French bastards were drooling for revenge on any they called a collaborator. My poor girls had their beautiful hair shaved and were beaten and raped by those vicious dogs! It was die Gräueltat! [observer noted H spat in anger on the sidewalk.]
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E: Yes, yes. Next Monday, the 8th?
H: Wenn ich lebe!

[They finished their Schnapps and left. H seemed very agitated and angry. Note: we need to investigate and confirm the referenced events in Angers]
[We now have four of these highly incriminating transcripts. The require great time and expense to obtain. In addition, each time they risk the subjects discovering and fleeing. Are we ready to apprehend and transport to home base?]
 
H: But Messaline. She was one of die Tänzer, the ones who would seem to almost enjoy the whip, almost be aroused by it. As you whipped her on her hips and belly and breasts, she moved as if with her lover, twisting and thrusting and undulating like an erotisches Showgirl! It was as if she felt the whiplashes like the soft touches of ein Liebhaber.
Had you never heard spoken about BDSM ? Of course that Messa likes the whip ! It brings her to a so much wonderful extasy !!! :rolleyes:
 

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