Battleship Prien, the living hell for nazis' prisoners

Battleship Prien, the living hell for nazis' prisoners

Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Mister Johnson

Author's emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com

Tags: M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, F+/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme, Scifi

Introduction

Summary

Germany won the Second World War with the aid of Japan. 56 years later the rest of the Solar System is colonized, full with Battleships of the two superpower Empires. In 2001 Battleship Gunther Prien headed towards Neptune's fifth moon, Larissa. Aboard the ship condemned Aryan women were waiting for facing their not too bright future. Almost all of them committed the simple crime of being lesbians, performing a behaviour like that wasn't not tolerated by the Third Reich. Five of them imprisoned on Earth but only one or two was to arrive to Larissa's moonbase. Resources were limited and the unworthy were to be selected and perished by the crew. A Japanese agent and a Japanese prisoner also travelled on the ship, their roles and future were depending on the interplanetary conspiracy what was forming in deep space amongst Aryan and Japanese warlords. Which prisoner will survive the trip, which will die under inhuman agony? What are the Japanese guests' real goals and how far does the conspiracy reach? And finally, what is happening on a ship filled with sexually repressed, sadistic nazis?

The story is set in a realistic environment. Magical powers and supernatural creatures have no part in this narrative.

Disclaimer

This story involves quite a lot of horrible activities including, but not restricted to, torture, death, bondage, body modification, humiliation, nudity, racism and slavery. In most case they are done in a non-consensual, unhealthy, insane, destructing, disrespectful, politically- and socially incorrect ways. If you do not like to read such things, we strongly advise you to stop here and now. Should you choose to continue despite our most vehement warning, you would do so at your own risk and responsibility.

This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their authors. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of our readers as well. However, we do not condone, approve or recommend the acts we describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home!

No animal got harmed during the writing of this story.

Introductory notes

This story was written as a collaborative game by Noemi Salvadge and Mister Johnson. This story is very long. At the moment of this writing, it has been continuing on a regular basis. In spite of its length and collaborative nature, we feel that we have managed to stay on track and follow a logical and rhythmical progression. We hope that it will provide a good reading to those who relish this kind of extreme hallucinations.

One of the authors is not being a native speaker of English, and although we have made an extensive use of orthographic correctors, you will certainly stumble on quite a lot of barbarisms and awkward pieces of syntax. We apologise for those and hope that they will not too much detract our readers from enjoying our deviant ideas.

I. Chapter - Prologue to the journey of hell

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Lieutenant Commander Günther Prien (16 January 1908 – presumed killed 7 March 1941) was one of the most outstanding German U-boat aces of the first part of the Second World War, and the first U-boat commander to win the Knight's Cross variant of the Iron Cross. Under Prien's command, the submarine U-47 sank over 30 Allied ships totalling about 200,000 gross register tons (GRT). His most famous exploit was the sinking of the British battleship HMS Royal Oak at anchor in the Home Fleet's anchorage in Scapa Flow.

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The huge vessel was headed towards the land of eternal darkness, towards the empty void of deep space. The boarder of the Solar System was neither an attractive nor useful destination. Beyond the orbit of Pluto nothing else waited for humankind but an eternal realm of absolute zero. However, the giant battleship Günther Prien was only scheduled to reach Neptune's fifth moon, Larissa. What a poetical name for a near barren lump of frozen rock - the nymph of Thessaly, the lover of sea-god Neptune.

The Prien was carrying supplies to that small moon where the Third Empire had established a scientific experimentation lab decades ago. The base ‘Larissa's Heart’ had grown huge during the years, its tunnels and wings criss-crossing the core of the moon. They served one and only one purpose - to fulfil the command of life and love, to bring sense into the ancient relation of the Nymph and Sea-god, to breed more and more nymphs who were destined to serve the Aryan Empire. Again, a poetic description for what was essentially an inhuman experiment in forced breeding resulting from rape of the most brutal kind.

Deep inside the belly of the eight hundred meter long vessel, two women - two condemned ‘potential breeding females’ - waited in their narrow cells. One of them was unconscious, a tranquilizer providing long and dreamless sleep. The other was terrified and rather desperate, not knowing for sure (but suspecting) that her fate would be worse than any sane human mind could accept. All Aryans heard sinister rumours about what happened to those who offended against the spirit of Mein Kampf. All across the Empire, people whispered that those suspected of such things never returned, not once the Gestapo arrested them. The law was strict. Despite the honoured position of all true blooded Germans, any who failed to obey the Führer's teachings had to face the consequences. Horrible consequences, if the rumours were right.

Geraldine never meant to break the law or commit any unholy acts, but she couldn't deny the cursed reactions of her body and heart. She had always served the Empire well. She loved the Führer with all her might and sought to uphold his standards - although her unnatural desires and corrupted body betrayed her. She managed to keep this secret over so many years, almost reaching forty before it was uncovered. Geraldine considered herself lucky not to have been unveiled much earlier. The bare truth was - she was a lesbian. Strictly homosexual, hopelessly devoted to female bodies and souls, carrying the terrible secret alone all over the years. No one knew. To the wider world, she was the nearest thing the Nazi’s had to a ‘professional woman’. She had enjoyed an outstanding career as a high school councillor. She was often invited to give some lectures at different universities too. Her unique knowledge of adolescence aggression made her a respected psychologist, ‘self-recognition teacher’ and a widely recognized coach for talented youngsters. The majority of her students went on to the leading Officer Training academies.

As a mature woman working with fresh faced young students, Geraldine faced temptation day after day. The girls became more and more precocious; the change was slow but irreversible. They spoke more openly, they dressed more sexily, they started to grow and paint their nails earlier as semester after semester passed. Geraldine started to realize that there were also more of them who had homo or at least bisexual tendencies. As the school's head psychologist, Geraldine took every opportunity to have private sessions with the most suspicious pupils. Driven by the best intentions, she confronted them with their hidden desires. She ruthlessly forced them admit their unnatural attractions. Finally, she scared them to death with her brutally honest explanation of the homosexual deviance law and its consequences. Arrest. Interrogation. Rape therapy. And for irredeemable lesbians - an exquisitely prolonged death on ‘the Joy Machine’, the most agonizing method of execution any state had ever invented. Sometimes she even showed them film of the device in action. It was a bizarrely mechanical bed on which a pretty girl their age was mounted, squirming in agony until, she stopped moving and lay twisted in agonized death. Her rough methods were successful. The teenagers changed their attitude and the signs of the blasphemy disappeared from their daily behaviour. Geraldine did the best she could to protect those children from themselves, and hoped strongly, that none of them proved to be so hopelessly lost as she herself was.

Unfortunately such secrets cannot be hidden over a lifetime, especially from a specialized Gestapo Agency dedicated to filtering out corrupted individuals.

Only a couple of months ago, when new semester started, Geraldine met another girl with obvious lesbian tendencies. Her name was Ingrid. She was almost like Geraldine's younger self, a tall, thin, lightly brunette little lady with pointed nose and wide smile. The light of naughtiness had never faded away from those dark eyes. Ingrid had just turned eighteen. She joined a class in Geraldine's school after her father, a high ranking army officer, was relocated from the sinful North America back to Ruhr.

Geraldine took every opportunity to be with her students. She assisted with after school activities like sports events or movie clubs, and so very early discovered Ingrid's secret. Oh, it was not that obvious - the young girl was kind and nice to everyone. She had lived in America so everyone wanted to listen to her stories of a place where an inferior slave nation populated the rest of the land mixed with black and with so called Indian people. Ingrid was friendly, very direct and informal, but there were signs of something else, too. The seeping corruption that would blight her life. She was obviously too much keen on touching her female classmates' bodies. Playful taps on shoulders, momentary strokes of faces, adoration of other girls' hands covered by the story of being a bracelet, ring and nail freak. Every piece of evidence pointed to the bitter fact that another poor, lost soul had just shown up.

Next Monday afternoon, Geraldine invited Ingrid into her office. As usual she was preparing to scare the girl enough to force her leave her deviances behind. But this time her plan did not work, even worse, she fell into a trap. A trap that could not be avoided or prevented, because the body and the soul cannot always be controlled by the rational mind. Geraldine fell in love.

The memory of that fateful talk was still clear in her mind. Even now, in the icy steel confines of her cell, Geraldine could see it. Ingrid was so sweet, so natural, so very much alive from the beginning. She smiled like an angel. She took her seat in front of Geraldine without any suspicious thoughts. Even later, when Geraldine asked her the more ‘sensitive’ questions, the girl remained calm and smiled that innocent smile. At first the teacher thought the sexy girl was simply being naive, but as time went on, she started to reconsider. Ingrid was not naive - she was just free and reckless. This time, her lecture did not work. It just made Ingrid giggle. That was infuriating.

“For God's sake, Ingrid, can't you see how risky what you’re doing is? You are a grown woman, the law's every clauses can be enacted on you!“

“I know, I really know. But I would rather live happily for a short time than suffer all my life by repressing my true nature. I like women, Ma'am! It’s as simple as that. Les women... like you,“ she whispered and looked right into Geraldine's eyes. Her face was a mask of control but desire was burning in those dark eyes. Geraldine's world shook and she almost fell from her desk. She just stared at the girl.

“How... what...“ she stammered with red face, completely confused, doing exactly what the challenged pupils did normally. The angelic girl suddenly burst into laughter - into screams of loud and free laughter. Geraldine’s jaw dropped even further but finally she managed to smile. It took half a minute or so for Ingrid to reduce her hysterics to playful giggles. Even then she needed to bite her knuckle to do it.

“If you could have seen yourself, dear! The look on your face! But to answer your question, how do I know?“ she imitated Geraldine's desperate words and lowered voice “I just simply feel it. I always feel it. And I also feel when it is special, when there is something - sparks, these emotional tendrils between me and... well, like there is with you.“ Ingrid explained and involuntarily wriggled a tuft of hair next to her ear.

And Geraldine couldn't resist. The temptation she had resisted over so many years finally defeated her. She stood up, passed round the table and stood above the girl. She cradled the pretty face between her palms and suddenly kissed the student. The dice was cast.

The coming months were the most beautiful period of Geraldine's life. Ingrid was not only free in her mind and heart - not only brave - not only sexy beautiful - but she proved to be a wildcat in bed. Her booming energies, unlimited naughtiness and never-ending lust turned their rendezvouses into a continual sweat covered orgy of screaming in utter pleasure.

It was not the first time she had given way to her desires. Sometimes Geraldine took a risk and visited the dark tenements of Dortmund. Cheap hotel rooms, alleys, dangerous districts. They were inhabited by members of the defeated slave nations – Slavs - the inferior Polish, Russian people. Unfortunate and miserable creatures used for doing menial work. Their home district was nothing more than a rancid slum, where overcrowding and disease were commonplace. Their numbers were high but the high lethality rate of their work ensured that the population remained within a manageable size. Visiting their district was risky, but it was a place where illegal needs for drugs or prostitution could easily be fulfilled. So Geraldine went there and hired sub-human females from time to time, just to alleviate her torturing sexual lust. These girls had been good. Perhaps they hoped that if the discrete German woman approved of them, they might be employed as a ‘maid’ in her home. She had known their tongues and their kisses, the probing of their skilful fingers inside her wet slit and anus - then the shame which came from fulfilling her desires this way. For buying cheap sex as if it was something dirty. None of those previous occasions – not one - ever matched anything she did with Ingrid. The girl was an explosive shell of wild, bursting sexual energy. Their secret dates in Geraldine's home (covered by the story of private lessons) brought new colours to the teacher's life. Bright, happy colours she had never known before.

The new relationship caused little disruption to her routine. She had never had boyfriend or a husband. In 2011 a woman around the age of forty could still be in perfect condition. Due to highly developed reproductive medicine, the Aryan race's biological clock ticked slowly. Geraldine was still fairly attractive; her skin was smooth, regular exercises kept her body shapely and flexible, only a little beauty surgery was needed to maintain the look of her late twenties. Her face was pretty with high cheek bones, her teeth were all lighting white. No wrinkles defaced the beauty of her green eyes. As a woman who served the Empire and dedicated her life to those duties, nobody blamed her for living for her job. The lack of men around her was not a giveaway.

But the Gestapo's Sexual Aberration Unit couldn't be fooled forever. Geraldine had guessed that agents of the G-SAU were in every school, regular looking pupils studying as everybody else did, but trained to filter out heretics. Geraldine was better than them. They were young and inexperienced, and she had protected herself over decades. On the other hand Ingrid was uncontrollable, and despite the teacher's pleas and regular warnings she kept on flirting with her, even in the school building. The teenage girl somehow enjoyed the danger and the excitement that all this foolish behaviour brought. She must have regretted it later.

Ingrid caught the attention of one of the agents, a secret monitoring procedure was launched, and only a few months later, in an early afternoon, Gestapo troopers broke into Geraldine's home. They found the two women naked, sweating on the top of the queen size bed, bodies entwined. When the mission's commander stepped into the bedroom he had hard time to decide where one woman ended and the other started. They tore the couple apart, slippery dildos roughly yanked out from sensitive orifices. The teenager fought them so viciously they needed to knock Ingrid out. As her lover fell unconscious to the ground Geraldine gave up fighting and slumped into apathy. She knew that everything was lost.

In cases like theirs, no trial was held. The Gestapo units ranking officer passed immediate judgment and in most cases, that was just a short but agonizing spell on the Joy Machine, then an unmarked grave. Both women were taken away covered only by black robes. Geraldine was cuffed and blindfolded, handled ruthlessly as the State thugs pushed them into a waiting van. Nobody told them anything, and after long hours later they arrived somewhere. A place of execution? Perhaps not. It struck her – this looked more like a naval base.

She hardly remembered how she was fastened to the wall of a container, or the horrible pressure she experienced when the rocket was shot into the space. There was nausea when she felt zero gravity the first time in her life, but also some relief – her sentence was not death. She lost her sense of time, although that couldn't have been more than one day before she was finally released from her bonds and roughly thrown into this cell. At least there was gravity.

After arriving on the spacecraft she heard people talking, strict female voices discussing the Battleship Prien. They spoke about a moon of the planet Neptune, about something called the Genetic Disorder Correction Program. About cloning and Aryan Race Breeding, about Forced Emotional Bonds Denial Tests - but those things were all alien to her. She was far too confused and weak to build a picture out of the puzzle. Finally, they left her alone in a tiny cubical no than three metres long and two meters wide with height of only two metres.

The walls, floor and ceiling were all made of silvery metal, smooth and cold. She hugged herself inside the thick black fabric. She explored the cell, but there was not too much to see. The door was made of metal with a window in it, but it seemed to be a one-way squint. Geraldine's side was pitch black. There was one painfully harsh bulb sunk into the ceiling. It was so precisely fitted that not even the tip of her long fingernail could get between the glass and the socket. Cold air was blowing slightly and she found the tiny holes of a ventilation system, although she found nothing controlling it. At the end of the cell was a small, gaping black hole surrounded by foul smell. That gave her a good idea about its purpose. Geraldine squatted over the hole and used it - her bladder was about to burst as she hadn't seen toilet for a long, long time.

It was then that she discovered a small window in the upper corner. Through it, she saw a cell identical to her own. Her heart gave a jump as she recognized Ingrid lying on the floor face down, totally motionless. Geraldine knocked on the window and even started to shout, but the young girl did not react. It didn’t seem that any sound could pass between cells.

The teacher finally flopped down the floor and started to cry heavily, tears of exhaustion and frustration. She was hungry but even thirstier. She worried so about her own fate, but was absolutely terrified for her careless lover. Dark thoughts whirled in her mind as time slowly passed.

Suddenly, the whole cell rocked violently. She screamed and doubled herself up in a corner, but after repeated shakes she finally realised the explanation - the spaceship's huge nuclear reactors were being switched on one by one to push the vessel up to cruising speed. The voyage towards the Neptune had just started.