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well! Pass my congratulations to our grenadiers in the field, their skills have been exceptional.”
    “Indeed they have my Fuhrer. Even their mimicking of the Middle Eastern accent has been perfect.”
    “Well trained indeed my friend. Now, recruitment, what interesting news do you have to give me?”
    “Recruitment goes well and has increased greatly over the last week or so. It seems our policies are well thought of within the organisations I am visiting. Tomorrow evening I am attending a meeting in Stuttgart, with a large contingency. I have no doubts regarding their loyalty to our cause my Fuhrer.” With a sense of deep satisfaction, the man in the chair nodded his head as Oratz continued. “The total number so far recruited for our Kampfgruppen is one hundred and fifty six. Their training goes well, and all weapons are now shipped in and ready for use.”
    A few seconds of silence fell across the room, both men being deep in thought. “I am delighted Wilhelm. Now, we move to Phase Two.”
    “Agreed.”
    With a sign of irritation, the woman spoke. “Otto, you have your report, let’s get back to our entertainment, shall we?”
    The man nodded. “Wilhelm”, his voice now deep and penetrating, “I look forward to seeing you soon. Remember my friend, my loyalty is always for you.”
    The reply was instantaneous, “and my honour, is always for you, my Fuhrer.”
    Momentarily, vivid memories came swirling back to the naked man in the chair, back to the early seventies and the two men’s years at Dresden University of Technology.
    Their new found friendship together had been a time of intense debate, for both studious, intelligent men had a fascination with the Third Reich, Adolf Hitler, the Waffen SS and most of all, a greater Germany. A Germany that other countries across Europe would once again both fear and respect. One day…they both knew that time would come.
    At the end of their University term, he had offered Oratz a place by his side within a newly formed division of his father’s company. Both men were aggressive, dynamic, unstoppable, their blood oath having secured their friendship and loyalty to their cause. Having slit the palms of their hands with an antique SS Dagger, the two had shook firmly, their voices as one. “My honour is my loyalty,” they had both said, in unison. It was the old Waffen SS Blood Oath! To be as one, to hold fast a friendship that only strong loyalty could bring, a loyalty that would one day be bathed in the blood of others.
    Now…that time had arrived.
    Swiftly, the mobile phone was pulled away from his ear, but this time he didn’t mind. Cursing under her breath and switching the phone off, the woman moved briskly towards her captive’s large office desk and tossed it into a drawer. She turned quickly, her doctor’s coat swirling around with her, and walked back, the leather gag once again in her hand. Gripping his hair, she wrenched the man’s head backwards and ordered him to ‘open wide’. As she expected, he didn’t, he just struggled, adding to her amusement and sexual stimulation. Forcibly, gripping his jaws tightly, she replaced the gag around his mouth, dementedly pulling the straps tight, making him grunt like a stuffed pig, his jaws aching under the pressure. “There, that’s better.” With a look of sheer sadism set firmly in her eyes, the attractive physician restarted the DVD and snapped on her latex gloves.
    The man on the screen was screaming terribly, her scalpel moving with precision, slowly, carefully, down his body, cutting, incising, causing so much…agony.
    Deeply engrossed and utterly fascinated, they both looked on. Roughly, she gripped her captive’s penis once again, squeezing, caressing as they both viewed the horrifying scenes on the television screen. The wretched form on the operating table suffered terribly, for she knew how to keep him alive, how to keep him awake, so she could enjoy his slow, excruciating torment. “He