In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... from all directions, spouting a manifesto of hatred and fascism. He heard him over the booms of artillery, the rattle of machine gun fire, and the cheering of his supporters as bombs rained across Europe.

“No! Stop! This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!”

He continued to flash to other locations. He watched soldiers drag people out of their homes, loading them into trucks and onto trains. He didn’t need to take one step; he arrived at what he thought was a military base, then looked up at the front gate and read the words ‘Arbeit Macht Frei’. Men, women, and children were herded at gunpoint while dogs barked and snarled. They were stripped of their clothes and possessions, shaved, hosed down, tattooed, and dressed in prison uniforms. Family members wept and screamed as they were separated, and as much as Volker wished to intervene, he couldn’t move from where he was standing.

From there, the horror only increased. He watched the prisoners starve, receive beatings, and work until their hands bled. Beneath surgical lights, he watched as the people were tortured and experimented on, screaming in pain as the most sickening and profane questions conceived by man were answered in the most sadistic ways. He stood in the gas chambers as the innocents clawed at their throats, died atop each other in naked piles, and watched as their corpses were tossed into incinerators.

He was forced to see it all, unable to even close his eyes, and no matter how much he cried or how many ...

... times he retched in horror and disgust, the nightmare went on. Then, a voice called out to him. “Ah, Herr Hofmann, there you are. We’ve been waiting.” Finally, Volker could move, and he turned around to find himself facing an officer in a black uniform. “Come, join us. How long are you going to make us wait?”

Volker looked down, realizing he was wearing the same uniform. He tried to speak, but couldn’t say anything. The officer walked away, and Volker followed him, but not willingly. His body was moving on its own, as though he was a puppet on strings. He was brought outside, where several other officers were standing before a row of prisoners. They were hunched over in fear and exhaustion, shivering in the cold, and behind them was the fruit of their labors, a massive pit.

“Now then,” said the first officer, “time to do our good work.” He then drew a pistol and shot a prisoner right between the eyes, sending him dropping into the pit, which Volker now realized was a mass grave. Then, one by one, the other officers drew their pistols and calmly executed the prisoners. Then it was Volker’s turn, and he realized he was holding a rifle. “What are you waiting for, Herr Hofmann? Join us. You must serve the Fatherland.”

“Join us, join us,” the officers said repeatedly.

“No, no! I can’t!” Volker exclaimed, but his body, refusing to obey him, still raised the rifle.

“For Germany, Herr Hofmann, join us.”

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