The Dominafuhrer - MISS SPITEFUL'S WAR

Episode 26 - The Toad Triumphs

April 1945

Now, on the morning of the 21st of April, we had all been summoned to meet in Von Kreps’s office. As we went up to his new office, the stairs and corridors were busy with Gestapo and SS staff carrying boxes of files and records down to the courtyard for burning.

Von Kreps sat behind his desk in his SS uniform, giving us his frog grin as we trooped in. The four mistresses taking the chairs in front of him, with myself sitting slightly to the side with my notebook and pencil on my lap and our two SS Guards, Freidrich and Heinz, standing at ease against the wall.

There was silence for a few minutes and we could hear the rumble of distant battle and the clatter of construction work on the nearby defences. At last, Von Kreps gave us all a triumphant smirk and opened the first file from a pile on his desk.

“Guten morgan, Damen. I have here an order from Reichsfuhrer Himmler to disband this unit. I am also ordered to appropriate and destroy all records relating to our establishment and our activities. Your work here is at an end!”

“Thank God for that!” Miss Stiletto exclaimed but, although both Miss Sapphire and Miss Solitaire smiled, Miss Spiteful kept a straight face with her narrowed eyes fixed on Von Kreps as he lifted another sheet of paper. “Once I have completed these and some other duties, I have been ordered to join the Reichsfuhrer’s Staff at Ziethen. I regret that I will now not be able to take part in the heroic defence of Berlin. You, however, will have that glorious opportunity to serve the Reich. I also have here commissions for all four of you in the Wehrmachthelferinnen Heer.”

Miss Spiteful exploded in anger. “The Women’s Auxiliary Army is a joke! It exists only on paper. Do you expect us to throw brooms and typewriters at the Ivans?”

Still smiling broadly, Von Kreps waited for her to finish, his eyes glittering behind his spectacles. “On the contrary, the Fuhrer himself decreed the formation five days ago. I suggested to him that, as the Russians had women serving in the front line, we should be arming the women of Germany to defend the Reich. Who better than the heroine of Bendlerstrasse to lead them?”

Miss Spiteful frowned. She had not welcomed the notoriety that the basement siege on the day of the bomb plot had brought her.

“The Fuhrer was delighted at my suggestion,” Von Kreps continued. “He has approved your orders himself and you are assigned to the battle group of his personal SS bodyguards, under Gruppenfuhrer Mohnke, which will defend the Reich Chancellery. There are already several female volunteers there and, once Goebbels broadcasts the news, we expect more to come and join.” Von Kreps flipped several sheets of paper onto the front edge of the desk. “Of course, that means that none of you will be allowed to leave Berlin or else you will be classified as deserters and executed and so all of your plans to escape from Germany are cancelled.”

Miss Stiletto gasped as Miss Solitaire burst into tears and Miss Sapphire turned very pale. Miss Spiteful regarded Von Kreps with loathing but kept silent. He ignored all these reactions and opened another file.

“I have used these last months to find out a little bit more about each of you and it all makes very interesting reading. Sturmbannfuhrer Scrauben,” he looked up at Miss Sapphire. “You have bought a property in Switzerland. No doubt as a love nest for you and that ugly, drunken bitch of a girl friend of yours, so that you can indulge in your disgusting practices together.” Miss Sapphire started to rise out of her seat put Miss Spiteful put a hand on her arm to restrain her.

“I see also that Haupsturmfuhrers Kraft and Beck have both got themselves Spanish identity papers,” Von Kreps continued. “Final destinations are Argentina and South Africa. I’m afraid not.” He shook his head at the two young Mistresses. Miss Stiletto was crying as well now and Miss Solitaire had her head down on her knees. I wanted to reach out and touch her but was frozen in horror in my chair.

“And, of course Obersturmbannfuhrer Boshaft, or Miss Spiteful as you prefer to be known.” Miss Spiteful’s eyes were fixed on Von Kreps, full of hatred and her lips were a tight red line on her face.

“A very chequered career.” He patted a thick file. “I’m surprised that anyone ever gave you an SS rank, but then you do have some very influential friends. Unfortunately for you, they will not be able to help you when they hear that you have been corresponding with the Americans through the Swedish Embassy. For that alone you can be shot!” His voice rose shrilly. “You will never get to America! You will not leave Berlin alive!”

I was astounded. I could not believe that all of my mistresses had made plans to leave Germany and not tell me or even give me the opportunity to get away with them. Then I realised. To them, I was still a man. I could never be accepted as an equal. I counted for nothing.

“Why have you done this?” Miss Spiteful’s voice was soft but menacing, just like the hiss of a snake. Von Kreps stirred uncomfortably as their eyes met but he was unrepentant.

“You ladies,” he sniffed at the word. “Have despised me since I arrived and have never shown me any respect.” He tapped the file with his finger. “I have evidence here that you conspired against the Reich and have committed treasonable and criminal acts.”

“Rubbish!” Miss Spiteful retorted. “It is all lies!”

“Perhaps.” Von Kreps leaned back in his chair and smiled again. “But, as your good friend Josef Goebbels says, ‘If you tell a lie, make it a big one and repeat it often enough, eventually everyone will believe it’. I think that this dossier will be just as persuasive.”

Miss Spiteful hung her head for a moment, her copper coloured curls flopping down over her forehead. Then she looked up and relaxed, crossing her beautiful legs. “Is there any accommodation that we can come to with you on this?”

Von Kreps’s triumphant grin got broader and he steepled his fingers under his chin. “Perhaps. What did you have in mind?”

“Money!” Miss Spiteful spat the word at him contemptuously.

“Very well.” Von Kreps was unmoved by her scorn as he looked at Miss Stiletto and Miss Solitaire. I will require both of you to pay me fifty thousand Reichmarks each and the three of us will then participate in a sex act.” They both gasped and Miss Solitaire screamed in horror while Miss Stiletto’s face went pale.

“As for you,” Von Kreps’s lips curled in a sneer as he addressed Miss Sapphire. “I would not soil myself with your body, so you will pay me one hundred thousand Reichmarks.”

Miss Sapphire flinched as if she had been struck in the face and her shoulders sagged in defeat.

“But you, you scheming bitch.” Von Kreps glared at Miss Spiteful who just stared back silently. “You will pay me one hundred and fifty thousand Reichmarks and you will submit your body to me willingly. In fact, you will go down on your knees and beg me to fuck you in the most degrading way!”

Miss Spiteful seemed unmoved by these demands. “It will take sometime to gather these funds.” She waved her hands at the window where grey smoke, ash and burning bits of paper were drifting past. The first spots of rain were also starting to splash against the glass. “It isn’t as if the banks are open.”

“No!” Von Kreps slammed his hand down on the desk. “I want payment immediately. Do you think that I am a Dumpkopf? You could pay me in Reichmarks but I don’t think that that currency will be holding its value in future. No, I want in total from you all thirty thousand Pounds Sterling or the equivalent in US Dollars, Swedish Kroner or Swiss Francs. But,” he paused again. “We all know that there is one small and portable currency that you all have concealed in your escape kits down in the dungeon.” He flipped the file open to a particular page. “Why else would you have made so many trips to Antwerp and Amsterdam over the last two years, other than the illegal purchase of diamonds for all four of you?”

That did strike home with Miss Spiteful and I saw her eyes open wide in alarm.

“In addition,” Von Kreps continued, looking directly at her. “I require the microfilm copies that you have made of your secret files and the original of the Wannsee memorandum that you hold. They will serve me just as well as you.” Again, Miss Spiteful seemed thunderstruck.

“Oh yes,” Von Kreps chuckled. “I personally interrogated the Gestapo technician who microfilmed all the files for you. He told me everything before I shot him.” Von Kreps savoured the memory before continuing. “So, none of you are permitted to leave the building until I have had your diamonds, your microfilm and your bodies.”

“And what then?” Miss Spiteful asked.

“I will sign these release orders and then you can all go to hell!” Von Kreps suddenly shouted at her as he waved some other papers, flecks of foam spitting from his mouth, his face reddening and his eyes popping behind his spectacles. It took a moment or two for him to calm down and then he lifted up two other files.

“Scharfuhrer Winkleman and Oberschutze Frischaur.” Freidrich and Heinz snapped to attention as they were addressed. “You are no longer required. There is an French SS volunteer unit assigned to the defence of Gestapo and SS Headquarters and the immediate area. You will both join them.” Freidrich and Heinz glared at him but made no move until he shouted at them. “I gave you both an order!”

Freidrich clicked his heels. “Jawohl, Herr Standartenfuhrer.”

“Das es Gutt!” He grinned at Miss Spiteful. “Now, while you and that fat pervert get the microfilms and the diamonds, I will make a start with the two young ones. You two at the back, here are your orders. Take them and go.”

Freidrich made a step forward but Miss Spiteful raised her hand and he stopped still.

“What about Ingrid?” she asked and everyone turned to look at me. I was frozen in my chair, feeling very alone and frightened.

“Ah yes, your freak.” Von Kreps reached for the last of the files and opened it. “I have reviewed the courts-martial papers and have reinstated the verdict. I also have the Reichsfuhrer’s authority to impose a new sentence. In view of the information that I have uncovered regarding the Prisoner’s connection to one of those implicated in the plot to kill the Fuhrer, I have no hesitation in sentencing Hartemann to death. I’m sure that they still have piano wire downstairs to hang him with.”

Somebody gasped. I don’t know who as my vision had blurred and I was trying not to be sick.

“Can Ingrid not make an accommodation with you as well?” Miss Spiteful asked.

“The man is a disgrace to the SS and an insult to the women of Germany. What can he offer me?”

“Perhaps a little taster before you have the rest of us?” I could not believe it. Was Miss Spiteful offering my body to this monster?

“I’ve seen you looking at Ingrid and you tried to touch her up. She is attractive. Wouldn’t you like to try something different?”

Von Kreps looked me up and down, his spectacles flashing as the reflected the light.

“Perhaps, it might be amusing. If I am pleased, I might reconsider the sentence and let him join the other two in the SS defence unit. That way, his death might be of some use to the Reich.”

How could they talk about me like this? I felt like a piece of meat. I had been sentenced to death but reprieved if I let my body be used before I died in battle.

“Very well then.” Von Kreps announced. “The rest of you get out of here for the moment. I want the diamonds, the microfilm and the two girls back up here soon. Remember, if you try to leave the building, you will be shot!”

“Very well then. Von Kreps announced. “The rest of you get out of here for the moment. I want the diamonds, the microfilm and the two girls back up here soon. Remember, If you try to leave the building, you will be shot!”

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