The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 60 - Seraph Slips Up

Berlin, September 1936

Miss Spiteful blinked in surprise as she waved Stiletto to a vacant chair at the table. It was not the other’s appearance that startled her, although Stiletto was not strikingly beautiful she had had the palest, most translucent skin that Miss Spiteful had ever seen, with a pale pink spot on each cheek, just like a porcelain doll. Two bright black eyes and long dark hair, the tresses tumbling down over her pale bare shoulders, completed a picture that would make any man turn his head. What bewildered Miss Spiteful was Stiletto’s broad Bavarian accent, so unusual to hear in northern Germany and so unexpected to issue from such a sophisticated looking person. Miss Spiteful judged that Stiletto could be no older than twenty one.

From the adoring look on Sapphire’s face as the waiter brought a drink for Stiletto, Miss Spiteful knew her suspicions that her friend had fallen in love again were correct.

In response to Miss Spiteful’s enquiry about her background, Stiletto brushed some waves of dark hair off her face and launched into her story.

“I was studying Art in Italy when my Father died and my money ran out. One of the Professors knew that I was down on my luck and offered me money if I would do come to his apartment. Hell, I thought, I’m no longer a virgin; I like sex with men and women but I do enjoy being fucked up the arse best.”

‘You are only one here that does,’ Miss Spiteful thought to herself.     

“So I expected a fuck, get my money and go but he wanted something different. I was told to strip down to my underwear and then whip him hard while he wore a whale boned corset, stockings and old fashioned boots. After the first couple of lashes he told me to hit him harder and I found that I was getting as excited as him. After he ejaculated, he paid me off, I got dressed and left but I could not get over how good it had made me feel without having sex.”

Miss Spiteful nodded and smiled indulgently but Sapphire just gazed open mouthed at the younger girl.

“He paid me to do it a couple of more times and then other members of the faculty started asking me to do all sorts of bizarre things to them. You would not believe what some of their requests were...” Stiletto’s voice trailed off she remembered who she was talking to. “I’m sorry, you would know, wouldn’t you? Anyway, I was soon in the money and I wondered if I could actually make a living out it. I contacted a local Dom in Bologna and she told about the Sisterhood but suggested that I went back to Germany to become a novitiate. I think she really didn’t want the competition.” ‘Well, you are not short of self confidence,’ Miss Spiteful mused to herself again.

“Mistress Sophie in München took me on but, last month someone told the Nazis that she had a Jewish grandparent and she decided it would best if she emigrated.”

Miss Spiteful and Sapphire exchanged glances; they had both met Mistress Sophie, a large cheery, florid woman and felt sad that she had been forced out of her own country.

“Apparently she was a great friend of your Mistress Swift but, as she had retired, I was told to contact Sapphire and here I am.”

“So what is this problem that you want help with?” Miss Spiteful asked.

“It’s Seraph,” Sapphire interjected. “She’s up to her tricks again.”

Miss Spiteful frowned as Stiletto explained.

“I had completed my first year with Mistress Sophie and Sapphire agreed that I only had to do one more year as her novice but Seraph is refusing to recognise that. She wants me to start again as her novice. She is also insisting that I accompany her to some party that Herr Goering is throwing tonight. From what I’ve heard it’s sex not domination that I’ll be expected to take part in. She’s already made it clear that I will have to share her bed.” Stiletto shuddered and Miss Spiteful noted that the girl’s eyes were glistening with tears.

“If I don’t comply, I will not be admitted to the Sisterhood and I’ll be made to register with the Polizie as a prostitute.” Stiletto reached out and grasped Miss Spiteful’s wrist, her voice croaking with emotion. “Please help me; Sapphire says that you are the only one that has bested Seraph since she became Dominafuhrer.” 

Seraph had tried a similar ploy when Miss Spiteful had arrived in Berlin and applied to join the Berlin Sisterhood; refusing to admit her and also threatening her with the Polizie unless Miss Spiteful complied with the same demands that were being made of Stiletto. Miss Spiteful had controlled her temper but her lips had tightened into a thin line as she had told Seraph that, under the rules of the order, she was entitled to call a meeting at which every member of the Berlin Sisterhood could vote on whether or not to over-rule their Dominafuhrer’s decision. Seraph was aware that many in the Order regretted electing her and would welcome the chance to defy her authority and backed down, recognising that she met her match in Miss Spiteful. After that they had frequently clashed as Seraph tried to recruit members, particularly the younger ones, to join in the sex and drug fuelled orgies that she staged for her Nazi clients or made fantastic claims about the accommodations that she had come to with the Berlin authorities to protect the order when Miss Spiteful, who had the city’s Gauliter as her client, knew different.

They had not met for some months as everyone was too busy making money out of visitors to the Olympics but Miss Spiteful had been expecting Seraph to make some sort of new move and had been quietly making preparations.  

“Mein Gott! She’s here,” Sapphire gasped and Miss Spiteful turned to see Seraph shouldering her way between the tables towards theirs.

A kind description of Seraph would be that she was not fat, just well-built, but she did have a huge pendulous chest, wide hips and thick thighs that swayed and wobbled as she walked. Only her cherubic face belied her nature but even that was now twisted with anger.

Miss Spiteful leaned over the table and whispered to Sapphire. “When she is talking to me, tip your drink onto the floor beneath her feet.”

“Why mine?” Sapphire moaned, putting her hands protectively round her glass.

“Ach Sapphire!” Miss Spiteful sighed, pushed her own glass across the table and lifted her handbag onto her lap.       

“I’ve been looking for you!” Seraph grabbed one of Stiletto’s wrists and attempted to pull the girl to her feet. Miss Spiteful smashed the small black wooden truncheon, which she carried in her handbag for personal protection, across Seraph’s forearm, causing her to release her grasp on Stiletto and yelp with pain.

“Stay out of this Spiteful!” Seraph snarled as she rubbed the bruise flesh on her arm. “The girl is coming with me to Goering’s party and he is Minister of the Interior and too powerful for you to defy.”

“So he can give her the syphilis that he got from you?” Miss Spiteful asked mildly.

Sapphire gasped and Seraph’s jaw dropped open. For a moment or two she was too shocked to more than gobble like a turkey before she could find her voice.

“How did you...? That’s nonsense! You can’t prove it.”

“Oh yes I can,” Miss spiteful smiled as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sapphire’s head duck below the table. “Goering is furious that he has the pox and he has sworn revenge on who ever infected him. In fact there are several senior Nazis and Luftwaffe officers having to take sick leave. The trouble is that he was so drunk or drugged that he cannot remember who he fucked. There are several girls being beaten to pulp in the Polizie cells at Alexanderplatz whose only crime was to have been brought to the party by you. You showed Goering a faked medical report that you are disease free when in fact you have had syphilis for two months and was being treated for it.”

“How could you possibly know that? You have no proof!” Seraph was going purple in the face but trying to keep her voice down, conscious that they were attracting attention from the other tables.

“Oh, I can prove it,” Miss Spiteful’s said smoothly, “I have your medical records from the private clinic that you went to.”

“How?” was all Seraph could gasp.

“Your Pox Doctor is one of my clients and he is very angry that you were still having sex when he told you not to. And do not try and punish him for telling me; I can assure that his files give him better protection than you or I can ever have.”

Seraph suddenly launched herself at Miss Spiteful, nails extended to tears at the other’s eyes, screaming “You want to be Dominafuhrer don’t you? You want my job!”

But Seraph’s shoes slipped on the pool of alcohol that Sapphire had poured onto the floor and, her arms flailing, she crashed face down onto the table. The legs collapsed under the impact of Seraph’s body only a second after Miss Spiteful, Sapphire and Stiletto stood up out of the way. There were shouts and screams from nearby patrons and a crowd of spectators started to gather round Seraph’s supine body and the wreckage of the table.

Miss Spiteful crouched near Seraph’s head and, grasping a handful of her hair, pulled the head up so that they could see each other’s faces.

“Now listen to me, you lump of schweineshmalz.” Miss Spiteful’s voice was ice cold but soft enough so that no one else could hear her. “Yes, I would like to be Dominafuhrer because I think that you are a disgrace to the Order and I know that I could make a better job of it. Fortunately for you however, I am leaving Germany in a couple of months and have no intention of coming back.”  

There was a brief flash of on Seraph’s flushed face but it faded at Miss Spiteful’s next words. “Unless you want your pox doctor’s records to land on Goering’s desk, you will leave Stiletto, Sapphire and Me alone. You will consent to Stiletto continuing her novitiate with Sapphire and you will stop threatening to report any members of the Sisterhood to the Polizie as prostitutes unless they become your lovers or attend your parties.”

Miss Spiteful raised her voice so that her friends could overhear the rest. “And do not think that my leaving will change anything because I am going to give your records to Sapphire with instructions to make sure that Goering sees them if you disobey any of my conditions. Do you understand and agree?”

Miss Spiteful kept tugging at Seraph’s hair and repeating her question until she let out a strangled assent. Miss Spiteful released her grasp and Seraph’s head fell forward again. By now, the Bar Manager and a group of his staff had arrived and Miss Spiteful, stood up, wiping her hands on a napkin while they struggled to lift Seraph to her feet again. No sooner had they done so, after much heaving and pulling, than Seraph pushed the manager out of her way and, red faced and tearful, ran out of the premises.

Five minutes later order was restored in the Bar. The wreckage had been removed, the floor dried and swept clean, a replacement table appeared and complimentary drinks ordered by an effusively apologetic manager.

“Are you really going to leave those records with me?” Sapphire asked when they were reseated.

“Certainly,” Miss Spiteful replied. “Keep them somewhere safe and threaten her with them every now and then. Seraph is not the type to give up easily. I’ll also keep copies myself, just in case.”

Miss Spiteful became aware that someone else was approaching their table and motioned the others to keep silent.

“Hello Spiteful”, Walter Schellenberg slid onto the spare seat uninvited, a cheery but inquisitive smile on his face. “It’s never dull when you are around, is it? Are you all right? What was that all about? Someone heard you mention Goering’s name.”

His questions were a chilling reminder that there were ears everywhere in this Nazi Germany but

Miss Spiteful’s sweet smile was undiminished.

“We were just turning down an invitation to one of his parties and Seraph slipped on the wet floor. That’s all there was to it.”

Schellenberg did not give any indication whether or not he believed Miss Spiteful but, realising that Stiletto was a newcomer, gave her one of his charming, toothy smiles. His handsome looks, enhanced by his black uniform and silver accoutrements, were wasted on the girl because she was still in shock, her already pale skin now a deathly white.

He shrugged and turned back to Miss Spiteful. “Come on, Heydrich wants to talk to you.”

It was Miss Spiteful’s turn to be shocked and Sapphire’s face to drain of its colour.

“Me? Why?” Miss Spitefuls voice cracked as Schellenberg took her arm and rose to his feet, pulling her with him.

“We ask the questions,” Schellenberg replied in deep voice, bursting into laughter which Miss Spiteful did not join in.

“So you are Miss Spiteful”, Heydrich said smoothly as she settled herself on the chair beside him. “Champagne for our guest!” he commanded and a glass, brimming with the bubbly liquid was placed in front of her.

“I have wanted to meet you for some time but, even when we have been at the same function; our paths never seem to have crossed. Why is that, I wonder?”  

‘Because I made sure that I kept out of your way’ Miss Spiteful thought as she sipped at her glass.

“Well, that is of no consequence and you are here now.” Heydrich said as if he had read her thoughts. He offered Miss Spiteful a cigarette from a silver case engraved with Nazi runes and, when she refused, took one out for himself and lit it.

“As you are aware, I am responsible for the security of the state and the most vital item that I need to be successful is accurate information about what our enemies, both internal and external, are up to. I am the first to admit that our methods of extracting that information, while very necessary, are both crude and brutal. Walter and I were discussing whether there were subtler, less damaging ways of interrogation. We have considered setting up establishments where information can be obtained while our subjects are indulging their fantasies, sexual or otherwise. Obviously these would have to be secret, not only to be effective, but because I know that they would not be approved of at the highest levels in our Government. I am also intrigued that your clients pay for and enjoy being humiliated, tortured and dominated and I wondered if we could change some of our interrogation methods to incorporate your skills. Walter suggested that, as an expert in the field of pain and pleasure, you might be able to give us some advice. In fact, I think that we could work quite closely on this.”

As he finished speaking, Heydrich had leaned forward and put his hand on Miss Spiteful’s right knee; his long fingers stroking the material of her skirt and rasping erotically against her silk stockings. Miss Spiteful, despite quaking inwardly, kept her voice firm and level as she replied. “That is a very interesting proposal and I would have liked to have been involved but I have already decided to leave Germany and work abroad.”

Heydrich withdrew his hand, sat upright, expelled a long plume of blue smoke and then fixed Miss Spiteful with a steely, soulless stare.

“I’m sorry to hear that; I sure that you will be greatly missed. Is there anything that would induce you to stay?”

“Only if I could wear a uniform like yours,” Miss Spiteful replied, trying to lighten the proceedings.

There was a few moments silence as every man around the table fantasised about Miss Spiteful in the black SS uniform before Heydrich gave a genuine laugh.

“I have already said that my suggestions are not welcomed and know that Reichsfuhrer Himmler would certainly disapprove of that. Tell me, where you intend to go to?”

“Paris first, then London and finally, I hope to settle in New York.”

Heydrich raised an eyebrow and stared into the distance for a moment. “Those are some very interesting cities. You might find yourself at some time of being in a position to serve the Reich in any of them.”

Once again, Miss Spiteful had to quell the tremble in her voice as she resisted Heydrich’s will. “I am a loyal German but I do not think that I would make a very good spy.”

Her eyes locked with Heydrich’s and she felt a cold sweat on her bare shoulders and down her spine as she lifted her chin in defiance. At last, Heydrich broke the silence, his lips twisting in a thin smile that was not reflected in his eyes.

“Very well; I wish you bon voyage. We will be following your travels with interest. Just remember that your family and your friends will still be here in Germany!”

With that, he turned away and began talking to the Officer on his other side. Realising that that she had been dismissed, Miss Spiteful rose to her feet, giving the abashed looking Schellenberg one of her hard stares and, weak at the knees, staggered back to her own table.

The next day later she bought a guide book to Paris and a return Lufthansa flight from Tempelhof to Le Bourget, so that she could start looking for an apartment to rent.



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