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Sweat poured down God's face. His clothing was battered and torn from the abuses of the last two days. He began to clench his fists as a ball of leather was placed in-between his teeth so that his tongue was not bitten off in the process of trying to extract information from him. His body seemed to nearly leap out of the chair that he was lashed to. Every muscle surged and rivers of perspiration streamed down his face making the pain even more intolerable, but he would take it. He was a trained Navy SEAL and they could take anything. The Fumpf Uberreich Captain (Orst was his name) leered at God as he turned off the generator. "Zo, Vhat Haf you to tell us conzerning ze deaths ov ze Hannermacherfrau twins?" God spit out the leather ball, looking at Orst with contempt. He spit on the ground and looked up at him with anger and defiance burning from his eyes. When he spoke it came out little than a whisper. "My name is God. Suffer my wrath!" The same thing he had answered to all of their questions. In turn the gag was stuffed back into his mouth and he was given another jolt. Ilsa stood off to one corner. When Herr Orst’s methods failed, hers would bear the sweet fruit of success. She was the Fumpf Uberreich’s Director of their Psychological Terror Division. She was talented at her job and trained under some of the most pre-eminent psychologists of the time. She also trained under Umberto Delgadillo also known as "El Corazon de la Muerte", equally skilled at torture and psychological terror. He had once forced a man to gouge out both eyeballs and eat them after whispering in his ear for two minutes. He was equally gracious in bed, a shame, but it was necessary that he not live after she had her fill of him. God spit out the ball before the punishment had finished and roared his defiance in the faces of those standing armed around him. Ilsa’s heart beat a little faster; she so loved strength and fortitude in men, especially this man. She had sampled his man-hood and his strength and nothing would please her more than to strip him bare and flay his soul, until he was a mewling baby suckling at her breasts and he would. She would make a toy and an example of him for all to see. And on that day she would extract the promotion she was due from Reichstormfuhrer Wilhelm. God had entered the bookstore on 29 Stammerstrasse when he ran into a pretty young and blonde German woman on her way out. She had an armload of books and dropped them when she hit his broad chest and went down on the floor. God dropped to one knee and offered his most sincere apologies in fluent German and begin to first help her up and then began picking up books. "You are very handsome, if not a little clumsy," She purred. "Perhaps dinner tonight will be a better apology for your oafishness." She added cattily. She was 5"6’ with a gorgeous face and pouting full lips. From the way her clothes fit her God could tell that she had a hard body. "Dinner sounds perfect. You choose the location and I will pick you up at your house at seven tonight!" "Actually, You should just meet me at my house. The restaurants are not very good around here and I make a much better fare." God could not believe that this girl was being so forward. He looked at the titles of some of the books she had been carrying, most were novels translated from English into German, he recognized a few of the writers and others where books of abnormal psychology. He had met his target. She tore a page out of one of the books and hastily scrawled out her address in a beautiful and flowing script. He took the paper from her and said: "That sounds fine. Seven o’clock?" "Seven will do fine." She breathed heavily as she pushed past him and walked off down the street. God stood in the doorway and gave a thumb-up. The signal that would be seen from the fifth floor of the building across the way indicating that contact had been made. He knocked on the door of apartment 3 of the block on 124 Hintergasser. She opened the door wearing a tight form fitting silk dress. Her hair was shoulder length and a bit of make-up had been applied to her flawless face. He had worn a simple dress of Black slacks, black dress shoes and a cream sweater. "Good evening!" She stepped aside to let him in. "Good evening!" He replied as he proffered the roses, which he had kept hidden behind his back. The tracer was placed in the plastic barrel that was around the ends of the stems. She took them and placed them in water. She sweated even more as she rode down on him even harder, grinding her self into him. She bit at his necked as he stood up and carried her over to the wall and pounded her body against it. She screamed such obscenity that he had never heard when he reversed her and took her from behind as they were standing. He slid into her so easily from the angle, and she was so wet, that in no time she had another orgasm and he pulled out of her just as she swiveled and dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth. He exploded as her tongue caressed his head. "Apology excepted" She let out between breaths. She stroked him down and got up to go to the bar. She poured two cognacs and brought them over. "I like you. I have not been had like that for awhile." "I didn’t think you would be so ferocious." " I like to fuck. I like to fuck you." She sipped at her cognac. He took a drink from his and spent more time caressing her body occasionally letting a finger slip inside as she cooed. Soon she was on top of him rubbing her tongue all over him, while he nestled his tongue deep inside of her. He started to feel a little drunk. Surely he had not drunk so much. Ha had a little wine at dinner and had barely even touched his cognac. His eyesight went blurry, he tried blinking to clear them, but the blurriness around the edges did not go away. He tried to sit up. His limbs were tingly and like wood. "Stopping so soon, do I not taste good?" "What the hell did you do to me?" She got off of him and put on a robe. She twirled her finger around the rim of her glass. And smiled. "Captain Shane Pendlan, of the United States Navy. On detachment from SEAL Team 8 to investigate The Fumpf Uberreich. And also to assassinate the Hannemacherfrau twins. Yes I know all about you. Surprised. You know all about me. And I would not anticipate your fellow team members to rescue you. Günter, Rolf Come Here!" Two large German men in the Uberreich uniform of a hand holding a hammer came out of the next room. One held a blackjack. God shook his head. They would all pay. Orst crossed in front of him, once again asking about the twins that he had killed just the day before yesterday. He would love to bait Orst and tell him that Marc had soiled himself when he found out what God was going to do to him and that Feikje had offered himself to her for life if he would spare her. They both ended up dead, like anyone who crossed him. God snapped of his restraints and grabbed the Luger that was at Orst’s side. He kicked him away from him and quickly shot the two guards before they had any idea what had just happened. They both went down with looks of complete surprise on their faces. Ilsa turned toward the doorway as God put a bullet right where the knob had been. She turned to face him, defiance and shock warring on her beautiful face. God kept the gun pointed at her and had his right foot on Orst’s neck as Orst struggled underneath. God motioned Ilsa over to him and put all of his weight on his right foot as the neck beneath snapped like a dry twig and Orst let out a little whimper, and then died. Ilsa looked at God with pleading in her eyes. She had attempted this ruse before. Let a man see a beautiful woman, with fear in her eyes and he would relent. "Please do not kill me! I have information about the leader that you should know. That you will want to know. With this information you can bring down the organization. I have no loyalty to them. I can make last night seem as child’s play. I can give you rapture that you have never known." She walked slowly closer to him. He bent down to remove something from of Orst’s pockets. She pulled a knife from one of her boots and raised it to throw. She released. God dropped and spun firing two rounds into her chest. Ilsa flew backward blood gushing from her mouth and out her back. She slammed against the wall and fell very slowly, leaving two red smears. She tried to breathe and God walked over to her. Her life pooling out of her, she smiled as God raised the Gun to her head. "You were very good. Your leader was not my target. You were"
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