The Iron Maiden of Caen - Sex Stories

The Iron Maiden of Caen

... make it, of the terrible device now kept in a basement storeroom of Gestapo Headquarters. Herr Pohl kept meticulous records of everyone who passed through their hands. Who interrogated them, how long they were detained for, what their fate was when the Gestapo had finished with them. Karl was always disappointed That the most intense questioning was reserved for male prisoners; being stripped and whipped until unconscious, being hung up by the ankles naked in a cold dark cell. In short all the things that Karl would like to have done to a female subject. But then the Kriminaldirektor received a telegram calling him to Paris to assist in the administration of the deportation of Jews from there to eastern Europe. The bomb had been placed inside the former Wagon-Lits saloon reserved for Herr Pohl and several SS officers; there were no survivors. Officials responsible for coordinating military traffic from Caen at Gare de l'Oest had recognised a young woman who had stepped down from the carriage shortly before Herr Pohl's party boarded it. Within 24 hours she was arrested and delivered to Gestapo Headquarters and into the care of Kriminalobersekretär Karl Schmidt. GESTAPO HEADQUARTERS, CAEN, 22 AUGUST 1941 Marie Le Maigre had known when she volunteered to place the bomb in the carriage reserved for the SS that it was likely that she would be identified and arrested. But as the only survivor of her family her hatred of the Nazis was complete. She only knew codenames of her ...

... contacts in the Resistance but was confident that she would never divulge even that Information, no matter what they did to her. She had been told of the tortures and whippings which had sometimes broken even the strongest fellow partisans, but she was already resigned to the expectation of the most extreme physical pain, while there was no one close to her that the Gestapo could seize and threaten. She had of course heard rumours of a terrible device built for Herr Schmidt, but the more she considered it the more likely it seemed that it was made just to threaten and terrify rather than being of practical use as an instrument of torture. Now sat shivering in her cell she felt growing unease, verging on panic. She wished she was wearing something warmer than just her cotton nightdress. Looking down at her bruised and bleeding bare feet she still felt confident that she would be able to withstand any amount of pain the Nazi bastards might inflict upon her. She again thought of the spiked cabinet her comrades had speculated about. She tried telling herself that being put into that device might well be the best she could hope for rather than being something to dread. Surely of all those multiple spikes piercing deep into her body at least one would cause sufficient damage to a vital organ to hasten her inevitable death? After the beatings and rough treatment she had received at the hands of the police who seized her from her home at 4 o'clock in the morning the formal civility of the ...