XXXVIII - Power through joy, Part 1
XXXVIII - POWER THROUGH JOY, part 1
Diary of Generaloberst Luise Beck, Chief OKW, November 3rd, 1939
The Fuehra is determined to attack in the West, despite the weather. The silly british cowboy action last month, abducting the Burgsmueller, has only strengthened her resolve. She is convinced the French will fall easily, and that the Britas are the one needing a strong signal.
I am worried. Poland has been childsplay, we had numerical superiority in troops, guns, panzers and aircraft, superior doctrine and tactics, and a very good strategic start position. Now it looks different. The weather is the main problem. Rain and mud will ground the LUFTWAFFE and hinder mechanized warfare. If we break through the Low Countries and storm head on into the french forces, it can get very bloody if we have to fight oldfashioned.
Many, especially in OKH (staff of the army), are opposed to an offensive.
The Fuehra asked me yesterday if I had no trust into the weapon I forged the past years. How could I retreat then. We will pull it off. We must. The Reichs destiny is at stake.
Day after tomorrow, on the fifth, we will meet again with the Fuehra, to hear her final decision. If its a go, we will attack within the week...
To invade or not to invade...
The BLACK SHINE, Hamburg, Northern Germany, 5th November 1939, 19.32 hours
“So, here we are Fraulein Forst. First of all, I am Gudrun, and I will call you Heike, understood?”
“Yes, Frau... uhh.. Gudrun.”
Heike Frost eyed the tall, freckled First Waitress of the SHINE nervously. Frau Gudrun Schulte looked like a very stern mistress, with her curly whiteblonde hair and the lightblue eyes.
“Thats the reception chamber. The ladies enter the Shine at the counter, pay the entry fee, and are out of tradition supplied with a cigarette for free. Custom has it to put the stick between ones lips and cross the mirror tunnel in this fashion, entering the reception chamber. You have a question?”
“Whats with the dames who dont smoke?”
“For the few who foolishly refrain from the pleasure we have a supply of chocolate cigarettes ready at the counter.”
“I see.”
“So, in here, each lady gets a light for her smoke and a glass of juice, and onwards to the different dance halls, the bar, the restaurant or the pleasure rooms they go. Understood so far?”
“Yes Frau Schul... ah, Gudrun.“
„Good, my dear.“
„Your first mission is to light the matches here and provide the light for the guests cigarettes. Another maiden will supply them with the juice. Its very important you welcome everyone correctly. Before giving out the light, you say: In the name of Mardrith, the goddess of pleasure and lust, I welcome you to the BLACK SHINE, Heil Hitler! Repeat it.”
This Heike did. The tall blonde nodded crisply.
“Very well.”
Heike shifted uneasily in her workdress, which consisted, like everyone elses working here, except the males peeling potatoes and cleaning the toilets, of tight rubber stockings, rubber hotpants, a close fitting corsett, and long gloves, of shiny rubber too, everything in a bright red. Not to forget the broad rubber collar around her throat.
“Feeling uncomfortable? Dont mind, Heike, you work 10 hour shifts from 20 hours to 6 in the morning, so you will get accustomed to the pleasure dress soon enough. On the other hand, believe me, peeling the latex of your sweatcovered skin and visiting a shower after a long worknight feels like born anew.”
The Schulte smiled, now looking not so intimidating anymore.
Heike allowed herself a shy smile.
“Good, we open shortly for the night. Oh, Ive forgotten, over there is the wardrobe, some maidens go there first before coming to you, to drop their capes and the like. But some lust for the smoke so greedily, they first will turn to you. Use one match for every group of ladies. If there are singles, dont use one match for two lone dames, thats important.”
“Yes, Gudrun.”
“You have 5 minutes rest after two hours, to visit the toilet over there and have a smoke yourself. Dont dare to smoke while on duty, understand?”
“Sure, Gudrun, I wont dare.”
“After 5 hours, you have 30 minutes rest, to visit the restaurant. While on a shift, juice and a meal are free for the staff. I take it you worked in a small bar before, with loose manners and few guests. Beware, talking for hours, standing for so long, under the light in the tight rubber wear, lighting smokes like working at a mass assembly line – this is no easy job. Do you think you can pull it off?”
Heike thought of the extraordinary pay, thrice what she got in “Friedas Nestchen” (little nest, lair), and nodded with determination. She already was bathed in sweat under the tight latex outfit.
And then their was the place itself – the most famous, most modern temple of pleasure and lust in the whole Reich. Her Mothers had nearly died of sudden heart attacks on hearing the news, their 18year old daughter working in the center of pagan sin. Both still strongly believed in the mothergodess, and hardly could stand such a crime against their faith committed by their loved one.
But, leaving the pay aside, Heikes main argument had finally prevailed: Working in one of the Reichs pleasure temples excluded one from the draft into the Wehrmacht. Not that Heike was a cowardess, but she, too, strongly believed in the mothergoddess and her rules, and was not written in THE BOOK, “THOU SHALL NOT KILL”?
Heike would never go out and carry a rifle, shoot at other women, maiming, killing them.
When she had to abandon her other beliefs and pretend to be fond of kinky fetish wear, excessive sex with strangers, and dancing to godless music, so be it. The other alternative would have been facing the regime entirely in resistance, followed by imprisonment and slave labor at an arms factory or at the Westwall fortifications. To go that far the young german gal was not yet prepared, and who would blame her for that?
“Fine, Heike. I hope you will like it, seeing each night hundreds of beautiful girls and ladies in sexy outfits. Naturally, you wont stay in the reception chamber. After some time, other work awaits you. Finally, if you work well, you will serve at the restaurant or the bar, were the tip is much higher. But you will get extra money here too from the guests. Put it in your stomach pocket. You may keep it, only 20 percent we collect, not for the house, but for those girls of staff working in the kitchen, without contact to the guests, so that they too get their share. At weekends, expect up to 20 Reichsmarks a night.”
“Really?”
Heike couldnt hold back. That was a lot of money, and for a single night!
Gudrun Schulte chuckled, eyed Heike amused. She liked what she saw. A slender, but well curved young girl Heike was, with a cute mouth, big grey eyes and blonde hair in a ponytail.
Her innocent looks contrasted nicely with the kinky red rubber outfit. Gudrun, wearing the same outfit, shifted her stance slightly, her outfit squeaking. The First Waitress didnt see the kinky wear as inconvience, but loved it, as was fitting for her rank in the BLACK SHINE and her high grade in the priesthood of pleasure and lust.
“So, 15 minutes to go. You best visit the toilet, have a last look at your make up. Finally a last cigarette and a drink to clear your throat, and its a go. Good luck for your first night, Heike.”
“Thank you, Gudrun.”
The first waitress left the chamber, leaving the young blonde alone. Heike breathed deeply, at least as far as her squeaking corsett allowed. Compared to be drilled in the Wehrmacht, this should be childsplay.
At least she hoped so.
Entrance of the BLACK SHINE, about three hours later
“So this is where you Germans relax and worshipp your goddess of – ah, pleasure and lust.”
Miyabi looked unimpressed like at the occasions before, on seeing the field exercise of 1.SET Panzerdivision LEIBSTANDARTE ADOLFINA HITLER, visiting the giant HEINKEL-factory at Oschersleben, where 10 bombers a day were manufactured, or at the inspection of the BISMARCK, pride of the Kriegsmarine.
Ophelia Skorzeny smiled amused and just gestured to the PVC-covered counter.
It had been her idea to visit the SHINE this night, and likewise she had proposed to do it right, meaning both were in adaequate outfits and makeup.
The tall, blonde Skorzeny as well as the small japanese ninja wore black rubber stockings and gloves, black shiny leathershoes with high plateau soles of seethrough plastic, a black PVC-top leaving their stomachs free, miniskirts of the same material and their faces where painted snowwhite, lips and eyelids a glossy black, their blonde and black manes falling free behind them. To fight the nights cold, long leathercoats shielded their bodies, which they now had folded on one arm, on feeling the well heated air inside the SHINE.
The Skorzeny paid for both of them, received a cigarette, “filtered” herself. Miyabi looked at the stick offered to her too.
“A custom, Miyabi. Put it between your lips, but dont light it.”
The Japanese nodded and did so. Both ladies entered the mirror channel and reached the reception chamber.
A cute young blonde in the stuffs red rubberwear approached them, welcomed them, offering them a light. Just for fun, the Skorzeny put a black gloved hand over the red gloved hand holding the match. On receiving the light, taking the first drag, she looked deep into the young gals eyes. The waitress starred at her like a rabbit at the snake.
Miyabi, her cigarette still unlit, said coldly in her strange sounding german:
“Would you care to light MY smoke too?”
“Oh, sure, excuse me, mylady.”
Ophelia took her stick between rubberized fingers and grinned down at Miyabi, while the Japanese took the first drag. She took the ninja softly by the arm, guiding her along, sending a last hot glance at the young blonde waitress, whose face color now matched those of her rubber wear. Hastily, the maid turned to four newly arrived guests, all four “filtered”, starring impatiently at her.
The two so different women entered one of the halls, strolled over to the bar. Ophelia ordered two cocktails, Black Warrioresses, and turned to Miyabi, smiling like a well fed cat.
The Japanese eyed her thoughtfully.
“You make quite a show of a simple vice like smoking.”
“Indeed. The government even produces advertisements to animate ladies to smoke.”
“You see me surprised. Why is this so?”
“Its a thing with the philosophy of the movement. Like the pleasure temples, drugs are a matter of the ministry for pleasure and the priesthood of the pleasure goddess. The slogan used is POWER THROUGH JOY. Each german maid shall work eagerly for the Reichs best, and you work better, much better, if you enjoy your life. So the movement goes to great lengths to provide joy for all german women.
Joy means not only cultural festivities, holidays, but likewise daily pleasures, like sex, food, drugs, dancing, you see?”
Miyabi nodded, taking a drag from her cigarette.
The cocktails arrived, both tasted them, Miyabi again unimpressed, it seemed. Ophelia smiled inwardly. The Black Warrioress would show her might soon enough, and Miyabi might regret to have consumed the drink so carelessly.
“It has another facette as well. The regime teaches our maidens to take what they want immediately. You want to have sex with the pretty girl you just saw in the bus, your wife at home probably at the same time having fun with the postwoman? Just do it.
You would like to have a smoke immediately? Go ahead, light up, live out your greed and lust.
You would like to have the rich ressources of the country over there? Go out and invade it, crush all resistance mercilessly, just take whatever you want.”
Now Miyabi showed a thin smile.
“I see.”
“The principle of pleasure might be difficult for you to understand, coming from an asian culture, a well trained fightress, disclipined like few else. So I am astonished you agreed to done the kinky rubber wear, that you smoke without hesitation. On the other hand, may be you simply follow the rules, when in Germany, do like the Germans do.”
The Japanese said nothing to that, her face again a cool mask, matching her makeup, her head swivelled slowly, her dark eyes taking in the dance hall and the other guests, all shamelessly, openly worshipping the pleasuregoddess, drinking, chatting, smoking, dancing, kissing.
Ophelia leaned backwards, against the bar, put her elbows on it, watched the small japanese lady.
“And you yourself, Frau Skorzeny? Do you know the worth of patience amidst a people educated to immediately see to its desires?”
“If patience were unknown to me, I would have dragged you into my sheets the first moment I saw you, beautiful Miyabi.”
Miyabi took a last drag, killed the filtered stick in a nearby ashtray, consumed some more of her cocktail.
“Would you please give me another cigarette?”
“So soon again?”
“I have decided to test out your movements principle of pleasure tonight.”
I got you finally, Ophelia thought with deep satisfaction.
The villainess in a playfull mood.
XXXVIII - POWER THROUGH JOY, part 1
Diary of Generaloberst Luise Beck, Chief OKW, November 3rd, 1939
The Fuehra is determined to attack in the West, despite the weather. The silly british cowboy action last month, abducting the Burgsmueller, has only strengthened her resolve. She is convinced the French will fall easily, and that the Britas are the one needing a strong signal.
I am worried. Poland has been childsplay, we had numerical superiority in troops, guns, panzers and aircraft, superior doctrine and tactics, and a very good strategic start position. Now it looks different. The weather is the main problem. Rain and mud will ground the LUFTWAFFE and hinder mechanized warfare. If we break through the Low Countries and storm head on into the french forces, it can get very bloody if we have to fight oldfashioned.
Many, especially in OKH (staff of the army), are opposed to an offensive.
The Fuehra asked me yesterday if I had no trust into the weapon I forged the past years. How could I retreat then. We will pull it off. We must. The Reichs destiny is at stake.
Day after tomorrow, on the fifth, we will meet again with the Fuehra, to hear her final decision. If its a go, we will attack within the week...
To invade or not to invade...
The BLACK SHINE, Hamburg, Northern Germany, 5th November 1939, 19.32 hours
“So, here we are Fraulein Forst. First of all, I am Gudrun, and I will call you Heike, understood?”
“Yes, Frau... uhh.. Gudrun.”
Heike Frost eyed the tall, freckled First Waitress of the SHINE nervously. Frau Gudrun Schulte looked like a very stern mistress, with her curly whiteblonde hair and the lightblue eyes.
“Thats the reception chamber. The ladies enter the Shine at the counter, pay the entry fee, and are out of tradition supplied with a cigarette for free. Custom has it to put the stick between ones lips and cross the mirror tunnel in this fashion, entering the reception chamber. You have a question?”
“Whats with the dames who dont smoke?”
“For the few who foolishly refrain from the pleasure we have a supply of chocolate cigarettes ready at the counter.”
“I see.”
“So, in here, each lady gets a light for her smoke and a glass of juice, and onwards to the different dance halls, the bar, the restaurant or the pleasure rooms they go. Understood so far?”
“Yes Frau Schul... ah, Gudrun.“
„Good, my dear.“
„Your first mission is to light the matches here and provide the light for the guests cigarettes. Another maiden will supply them with the juice. Its very important you welcome everyone correctly. Before giving out the light, you say: In the name of Mardrith, the goddess of pleasure and lust, I welcome you to the BLACK SHINE, Heil Hitler! Repeat it.”
This Heike did. The tall blonde nodded crisply.
“Very well.”
Heike shifted uneasily in her workdress, which consisted, like everyone elses working here, except the males peeling potatoes and cleaning the toilets, of tight rubber stockings, rubber hotpants, a close fitting corsett, and long gloves, of shiny rubber too, everything in a bright red. Not to forget the broad rubber collar around her throat.
“Feeling uncomfortable? Dont mind, Heike, you work 10 hour shifts from 20 hours to 6 in the morning, so you will get accustomed to the pleasure dress soon enough. On the other hand, believe me, peeling the latex of your sweatcovered skin and visiting a shower after a long worknight feels like born anew.”
The Schulte smiled, now looking not so intimidating anymore.
Heike allowed herself a shy smile.
“Good, we open shortly for the night. Oh, Ive forgotten, over there is the wardrobe, some maidens go there first before coming to you, to drop their capes and the like. But some lust for the smoke so greedily, they first will turn to you. Use one match for every group of ladies. If there are singles, dont use one match for two lone dames, thats important.”
“Yes, Gudrun.”
“You have 5 minutes rest after two hours, to visit the toilet over there and have a smoke yourself. Dont dare to smoke while on duty, understand?”
“Sure, Gudrun, I wont dare.”
“After 5 hours, you have 30 minutes rest, to visit the restaurant. While on a shift, juice and a meal are free for the staff. I take it you worked in a small bar before, with loose manners and few guests. Beware, talking for hours, standing for so long, under the light in the tight rubber wear, lighting smokes like working at a mass assembly line – this is no easy job. Do you think you can pull it off?”
Heike thought of the extraordinary pay, thrice what she got in “Friedas Nestchen” (little nest, lair), and nodded with determination. She already was bathed in sweat under the tight latex outfit.
And then their was the place itself – the most famous, most modern temple of pleasure and lust in the whole Reich. Her Mothers had nearly died of sudden heart attacks on hearing the news, their 18year old daughter working in the center of pagan sin. Both still strongly believed in the mothergodess, and hardly could stand such a crime against their faith committed by their loved one.
But, leaving the pay aside, Heikes main argument had finally prevailed: Working in one of the Reichs pleasure temples excluded one from the draft into the Wehrmacht. Not that Heike was a cowardess, but she, too, strongly believed in the mothergoddess and her rules, and was not written in THE BOOK, “THOU SHALL NOT KILL”?
Heike would never go out and carry a rifle, shoot at other women, maiming, killing them.
When she had to abandon her other beliefs and pretend to be fond of kinky fetish wear, excessive sex with strangers, and dancing to godless music, so be it. The other alternative would have been facing the regime entirely in resistance, followed by imprisonment and slave labor at an arms factory or at the Westwall fortifications. To go that far the young german gal was not yet prepared, and who would blame her for that?
“Fine, Heike. I hope you will like it, seeing each night hundreds of beautiful girls and ladies in sexy outfits. Naturally, you wont stay in the reception chamber. After some time, other work awaits you. Finally, if you work well, you will serve at the restaurant or the bar, were the tip is much higher. But you will get extra money here too from the guests. Put it in your stomach pocket. You may keep it, only 20 percent we collect, not for the house, but for those girls of staff working in the kitchen, without contact to the guests, so that they too get their share. At weekends, expect up to 20 Reichsmarks a night.”
“Really?”
Heike couldnt hold back. That was a lot of money, and for a single night!
Gudrun Schulte chuckled, eyed Heike amused. She liked what she saw. A slender, but well curved young girl Heike was, with a cute mouth, big grey eyes and blonde hair in a ponytail.
Her innocent looks contrasted nicely with the kinky red rubber outfit. Gudrun, wearing the same outfit, shifted her stance slightly, her outfit squeaking. The First Waitress didnt see the kinky wear as inconvience, but loved it, as was fitting for her rank in the BLACK SHINE and her high grade in the priesthood of pleasure and lust.
“So, 15 minutes to go. You best visit the toilet, have a last look at your make up. Finally a last cigarette and a drink to clear your throat, and its a go. Good luck for your first night, Heike.”
“Thank you, Gudrun.”
The first waitress left the chamber, leaving the young blonde alone. Heike breathed deeply, at least as far as her squeaking corsett allowed. Compared to be drilled in the Wehrmacht, this should be childsplay.
At least she hoped so.
Entrance of the BLACK SHINE, about three hours later
“So this is where you Germans relax and worshipp your goddess of – ah, pleasure and lust.”
Miyabi looked unimpressed like at the occasions before, on seeing the field exercise of 1.SET Panzerdivision LEIBSTANDARTE ADOLFINA HITLER, visiting the giant HEINKEL-factory at Oschersleben, where 10 bombers a day were manufactured, or at the inspection of the BISMARCK, pride of the Kriegsmarine.
Ophelia Skorzeny smiled amused and just gestured to the PVC-covered counter.
It had been her idea to visit the SHINE this night, and likewise she had proposed to do it right, meaning both were in adaequate outfits and makeup.
The tall, blonde Skorzeny as well as the small japanese ninja wore black rubber stockings and gloves, black shiny leathershoes with high plateau soles of seethrough plastic, a black PVC-top leaving their stomachs free, miniskirts of the same material and their faces where painted snowwhite, lips and eyelids a glossy black, their blonde and black manes falling free behind them. To fight the nights cold, long leathercoats shielded their bodies, which they now had folded on one arm, on feeling the well heated air inside the SHINE.
The Skorzeny paid for both of them, received a cigarette, “filtered” herself. Miyabi looked at the stick offered to her too.
“A custom, Miyabi. Put it between your lips, but dont light it.”
The Japanese nodded and did so. Both ladies entered the mirror channel and reached the reception chamber.
A cute young blonde in the stuffs red rubberwear approached them, welcomed them, offering them a light. Just for fun, the Skorzeny put a black gloved hand over the red gloved hand holding the match. On receiving the light, taking the first drag, she looked deep into the young gals eyes. The waitress starred at her like a rabbit at the snake.
Miyabi, her cigarette still unlit, said coldly in her strange sounding german:
“Would you care to light MY smoke too?”
“Oh, sure, excuse me, mylady.”
Ophelia took her stick between rubberized fingers and grinned down at Miyabi, while the Japanese took the first drag. She took the ninja softly by the arm, guiding her along, sending a last hot glance at the young blonde waitress, whose face color now matched those of her rubber wear. Hastily, the maid turned to four newly arrived guests, all four “filtered”, starring impatiently at her.
The two so different women entered one of the halls, strolled over to the bar. Ophelia ordered two cocktails, Black Warrioresses, and turned to Miyabi, smiling like a well fed cat.
The Japanese eyed her thoughtfully.
“You make quite a show of a simple vice like smoking.”
“Indeed. The government even produces advertisements to animate ladies to smoke.”
“You see me surprised. Why is this so?”
“Its a thing with the philosophy of the movement. Like the pleasure temples, drugs are a matter of the ministry for pleasure and the priesthood of the pleasure goddess. The slogan used is POWER THROUGH JOY. Each german maid shall work eagerly for the Reichs best, and you work better, much better, if you enjoy your life. So the movement goes to great lengths to provide joy for all german women.
Joy means not only cultural festivities, holidays, but likewise daily pleasures, like sex, food, drugs, dancing, you see?”
Miyabi nodded, taking a drag from her cigarette.
The cocktails arrived, both tasted them, Miyabi again unimpressed, it seemed. Ophelia smiled inwardly. The Black Warrioress would show her might soon enough, and Miyabi might regret to have consumed the drink so carelessly.
“It has another facette as well. The regime teaches our maidens to take what they want immediately. You want to have sex with the pretty girl you just saw in the bus, your wife at home probably at the same time having fun with the postwoman? Just do it.
You would like to have a smoke immediately? Go ahead, light up, live out your greed and lust.
You would like to have the rich ressources of the country over there? Go out and invade it, crush all resistance mercilessly, just take whatever you want.”
Now Miyabi showed a thin smile.
“I see.”
“The principle of pleasure might be difficult for you to understand, coming from an asian culture, a well trained fightress, disclipined like few else. So I am astonished you agreed to done the kinky rubber wear, that you smoke without hesitation. On the other hand, may be you simply follow the rules, when in Germany, do like the Germans do.”
The Japanese said nothing to that, her face again a cool mask, matching her makeup, her head swivelled slowly, her dark eyes taking in the dance hall and the other guests, all shamelessly, openly worshipping the pleasuregoddess, drinking, chatting, smoking, dancing, kissing.
Ophelia leaned backwards, against the bar, put her elbows on it, watched the small japanese lady.
“And you yourself, Frau Skorzeny? Do you know the worth of patience amidst a people educated to immediately see to its desires?”
“If patience were unknown to me, I would have dragged you into my sheets the first moment I saw you, beautiful Miyabi.”
Miyabi took a last drag, killed the filtered stick in a nearby ashtray, consumed some more of her cocktail.
“Would you please give me another cigarette?”
“So soon again?”
“I have decided to test out your movements principle of pleasure tonight.”
I got you finally, Ophelia thought with deep satisfaction.
The villainess in a playfull mood.
