The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 26 - The Things That You Hear

Kelly dragged me away from the steps until we stood with our backs against the wall facing the window.          

“Why are we hiding from them and why are we whispering?” I muttered in her ear and she looked at me in surprise. “I would have thought that you of all people would be interested to hear what they have to say when they think that nobody is looking”.

I ground my teeth in irritation at yet another reference to my inquisitive nature but kept silent as we heard shoes crunching across the concrete platform above.

“Shall we go down?” Kurt’s voice asked. “No thank you”, Bradshaw’s replied. “It’s probably damp and ankle deep in condoms and dog-ends. It smells like an ashtray from up here. No, let’s sit on the edge here in the shelter from the pillbox, I can light my cigar and enjoy the view. Do you not think that it is magnificent?”

Kurt’s reply lacked enthusiasm. “I saw enough of the sea in the Kriegsmarine. Next time you want to show me a view, send a postcard. Don’t drag me all the way up here. Why have we come up here anyway?”

“Because I do not want to be over heard by Spiteful and her blonde acolytes, nor by that anarchic old buffoon of a butler, or any of his blue-eyed dimwit family either. My God! I had heard about the inbreeding up here but never realised how bad it was. No, I caught the two blondes lurking outside my bedroom this morning, probably been listening at my door. Shame, I rather fancied the German one; she’s good looking with a Teutonic arrogance that I like”.

“You should be careful that you do not literally bite of more than you can chew with that one”, Kurt warned. “Seraph told me that it had been a concentration camp guard and a storm trooper before Spiteful turned it into a freak for her Gestapo unit. It’s got a reputation for cruelty and was being buggered by one those in the bomb plot against Hitler. It also apparently is able to endure a great deal of pain”

Ignoring Kelly’s look of astonishment at revelations from my past that she did not know about, I seethed with anger at these repeated lies about me. As a handsome, blonde youth I was talked into volunteering for the SS instead of being conscripted into the Army; I was only at Dachau because that was where the SS had a training camp for Internal Security troops and I had never been a guard there. Furthermore, I had had no choice in being transferred to the Waffen SS when they needed to form new Divisions for the attack on France and the Low Countries. I was glad that the Soviet file on me and Reinhard was better informed than the Gestapo one otherwise I would not be here now. Finally, I objected to being referred to as it.

“Off course I hadn’t realise the Yank was a freak as well and is probably being buggered by the storm trooper and that I was wasting my time telling Justine to make up to it. It’s a pity that my machine broke down last night before I could burn a new arsehole up that stupid Yank. I’ve had to move the machine out to the stables until I can get it repaired. Still, I’ve got another fiendish apparatus for tonight as I’ve heard that it will be the German freak who will be slaving for Spiteful. The Yank is leaving today apparently, but it is damaged goods now anyway. Seraph said that the way to get at Spiteful is through her freaks, she gets very protective about them”.          

It was Kelly’s turn to fume at her nationality being mistaken but I also caught the look of alarm on her face when my fate was mentioned.

“What is it with you and Spiteful?” Bradshaw asked. “I was most surprised to hear that she was coming. I can’t afford to have her screwing up this deal of ours. You’re not the one who is up to his ears in debt to Billy Hill and it will not be you that he sends that madman Frankie Fraser to visit if I can’t pay up.”

“Relax, there’s nothing that she can do if the others are all too frightened to talk. I just need to settle a few old scores, that’s all. Not only does she try to humiliate me whenever we meet but she made a threat that I cannot let go. You know that I like my meat tenderized before I fuck it and that’s why I didn’t mind her softening Eva up for me last night, the little bitch had been getting above herself anyway. I only needed to give her a few hard punches when we went to bed for me to get in the mood again. It’s just that a couple of times in the past I have got too enthusiastic and the girl died on me. The first time, before the war, nobody was bothered because the girl was half-Jewish and the family was getting out of Germany anyway. The next one had influential connections however and the Polizie started an investigation when she disappeared. The body was never found but the cops told me that my protection money was no good any more and it would be better if I left Berlin; hence my answering the patriotic call to arms to defend the Reich. As far as I know, the body is still buried in the woods at Zehlendorf but Spiteful hinted that she knew where it was and the Berlin Police would still come after me today for the girl’s murder if they can dig her up. So, I need to neutralize Spiteful.”

“Shit!” Bradshaw exploded. “I don’t need something like this cropping up. What’s this half caste got to do with it?”

“Did you ever hear of a schwarzer Dutch singer called Sugar Brown? Turned up in Berlin as a Dom just before the war?”

“Yes, I remember hearing her sing at a club in London; tall, very good looking for a nigger. Real name is Van Hassle and she got herself knocked up by Jeremy Finch-Wardle but I’ve no idea what happened to her after that.”

“Mein Gott! It is cold up here. Are you sure that that we cannot go down into the shelter?”

Kelly and I exchanged panic stricken glances and I measured the distance to the metal door at the side of the window from which I had seen a ladder going down to the coastal battery.

“Certainly not!” Bradshaw we heard reply and both relaxed. ”Come and sit down here, alongside me and get on with your story”.

“Nun gut, I called on this Solicitor in London a couple of months ago to remind him of the consequences of not paying me to keep quiet about what he does on his little trips to Hamburg. I was tightening my grip on his throat when I saw a letter waiting to be signed on his desk, addressed to Spiteful in New York under that name that she uses. Well, I made the lawyer sit in the corner with a waste paper bin on his head while I read the letter and the rest of the file. Very interesting it was too. It appears that Spiteful is not above a little blackmail herself because the first item in the file was a legal agreement that in return for Finch-Wardle accepting responsibility for the unborn Van Hassle child, charges relating to the supply and possession of dangerous drugs would not be proceeded with. One of the signatures was Spiteful’s and she had also signed the next one in which Fitch-Wardle agrees to set up a trust fund for the child with his solicitor, Spiteful and some Civil Servant as trustees. There was all the baby’s birth and adoption papers and copies of six monthly progress reports and photographs to Spiteful and this other guy on the baby and the trust fund. Then the war started and Spiteful was no longer getting updates and when Finch-Wardle died, the money stopped.”

“Yes, I heard about it a lot later.” Bradshaw interrupted. “Jeremy never had much luck with women. He was in bed with a prostitute when the last bomb of a stick that had dropped harmlessly across Green Park, landed on the roof of the house in Shepherd Market.”

“So”, Kurt continued. “After the war, it is Spiteful who has to top up the trust fund and starts getting the reports and photographs again. Well, I had the child’s new name and address and I saw from the reports that she was interested in singing and dancing so I sent her a letter inviting her to come to an audition at one of Billy’s clubs. She turns up all starry eyed and I pretend to be astonished at how much she looks like her mother, which she does, and I show her a photograph of Sugar. The girl knew nothing about her parentage, apart from the fact that she was adopted, and I could lay it on thick about how Sugar and Spiteful were whores and it was Spiteful who forced Sugar to give the baby away. Now the girl hates and distrusts Spiteful and will do whatever I say. Spiteful knows that it will be the girl who will suffer if she provokes me too much and you saw last night that she was willing to let her own slave get tortured rather let me choose Sherry. I’m going to beat and rape the little bastard at tomorrow night’s orgy anyway but by then I will have made Spiteful tell me if she really does know anything about my buried secret”.

“It still sounds a very dangerous game to me”, Bradshaw commented. “Spiteful could turn nasty afterwards and blow the whistle on what we are doing here.”

“Unsinn! Our victims are too frightened to make statements to the Police, which would destroy them as well, and all the documentary evidence is safe with me. Without proof, even her influential contacts like Hoover or Forbes, can do nothing.”

“What was that second name?” Bradshaw’s voice suddenly went up a pitch.

“Forbes, he’s Sir Alan Forbes now, according to the letters. Got some high powered job in Whitehall now but, back in Thirty Eight, he just signed himself on the agreements as Alan Forbes, civil servant at the Home Office.”

“Jesus Christ!” Bradshaw exploded. “That was the MI5 agent who interrogated me and gave evidence at my trial.”

There was silence upstairs for a few minutes and I shifted my feet quietly to ease the cramp in the calves of my legs. My mouth was dry with the tension and I licked my lips to moisten them. Kelly was frowning with concentration; this was a very intriguing story that we were listening to.

“You know, I’ve been wondering for seventeen years who betrayed me,” Bradshaw’s voice was a strangled whisper. “But I never thought that it was Spiteful. I was arrested on the Third of September, Nineteen Thirty Nine and charged with treason. There was a secret trial in the chapel of Wandsworth Prison and, for evidence, they had decoded every message that I had sent to Germany for the previous two years; the lists of all the people that I had recruited to serve or support a German Government of Britain, all the land in Eastern England that my Dutch company had bought for airborne landing grounds, all the bank accounts and safe houses that I had set up for agents, everything! The only person in Britain who knew which book was the key to the code was me so it had to be someone who had access to my house where the book was and realised what it was. I thought that it had to be a servant or a friend but I always discounted Spiteful because she was German. Do you know what they did me? I was found guilty and sentenced to death but, although I was stuck on the same corridor as the condemned cell, it was four years before the sentence was commuted to life imprisonment. I heard all the screams and begging and the scuffles and then the crash when the trapdoor opened and another poor soul dropped through to eternity. I still have nightmares about the hood over my head and the rope around my neck and I have wet myself when a door slams unexpectedly. They kept me alive because they wanted me to keep sending messages to Germany for them so that any spies that arrived walked straight into their hands. I was in prison for twelve years altogether; it was fucking awful and now I find that it was all down to Spiteful! The fucking bitch! Sold me out to pay for some half caste bastard! You can do what ever you want with her. I don’t fucking care!”

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