Ingrid

Copyright 2004
FK Publications

I.

“ We’re moving faster than we thought..., the Russians are falling apart like nothing...we’re only a few miles from Kiev now, soon the whole Ukraine’ll be ours...then it’s on to Moscow!”, said the Wehrmacht sergeant to the lady dressed in black.

“ Ok...thanks for the news...looks like I’ll be busy then...busy as hell.”

A confused expression on the messenger’s face, the man simply reached into his green colored military jacket and gave the German woman an envelope full of papers. Adjusting his steel helmet for a second, the man started his motorcycle again and off he went, into the distance, going to other units also a few miles back from the front, handing out more information.

Alone by herself for a moment, the super attractive dark-haired lady turned around and slowly strolled back to her “quarters”, a tent set up with all her essentials. She was a colonel, a colonel in a special unique SS unit, specifically designed to “take care of them”, the Reich’s number one enemy, the Jews.

Inside the spacious tent, Colonel Ingrid Hoffer tossed the envelope upon a small table and went up to a large full size mirror attached to a strong wooden frame. Standing in front of it, the sexy lady adjusted her black officer’s cap, the thing on top of her dark hairs which were raised to the top of her beautiful head. A smile on her assertive twenty three year old face, blue-eyed Ingrid bobbed up and down a few times on her toes as she admired the image, seeing a woman dressed in a black SS uniform, white epaulets, a white blouse beneath the jacket, a black necktie, and a black well fitting skirt that went three inches below her knee cap. Upon her feet where two black shiny leather high heeled boots, works of art that went up to her knees, making her look more distinguished and mysterious than she already was. Indeed, there was much more to her than just her good looks, she was a novelty even for the SS, not only one of the few woman to reach the rank of colonel, but the only woman to receive the Knight’s Cross, the metal secured around her neck, its chain under her blouse collar, the cross itself directly on top of her tie’s knot. She earned the metal for her previous five years of intense devotion to the Nazi party, working full time at spreading Hitler’s doctrine around Munich, her home town. As a direct result of all her efforts, the woman was awarded a new position in this special unit, her rank and papers personally granted by H. Himmler himself.

After admiring herself for ten whole minutes, Ingrid turned around and walked back to the table where she pulled out one of the four chairs and parked her gorgeous, curvaceous, shapely, and just plain knockout perfect ASS! Her magnificent butt in place, the woman removed her cap and placed it to the table, taking up the envelope afterward. She opened the thing and read the cover letter:

Dear Colonel Hoffer:

Enclosed are some of the details going with things we discussed back at the meeting you attended here in Berlin. Thanks for your enthusiasm in this matter. And thanks for your tireless efforts at serving the Reich; we at SS headquarters are pleased to have you with us.

Remember, you are part of the “final solution”; this is very important. The material in the envelope contains a detailed map of your sector, its center over fifty miles west of Kiev. You are to proceed in five days after which the vans should arrive. They’re under your command and you can use them at your own discretion, just please fill the expected quota. The envelope contains some other information about your sector as well, please carry out your instructions. Thankyou.

Heil Hitler,
General Hans Gobbler,
Chief of Special Sector SS.

When she was finished with the letter, Ingrid looked through the rest of the stuff, reviewing the map as well, opening it all the way and spreading the thing across the table. Moments later, two men in black uniforms arrived.

“ Hello gentlemen...come in, sit down...you’re both right on time.”

“ Heil Hitler!”, said the first guy, giving her a full Nazi salute.

She returned the greeting as both guys took a seat directly across from her. Both men were officers, captains, their ranks lower and subordinate to the hot looking lady seated before them.

“ Ok guys...it’s really all set, I’ve just been notified, we can begin...well...we can even start today with machine guns...the gas vans’ll be here shortly...a few days...then we’ll really have some..., well..., ‘fun’.”

“ All right ma’am...”, said the second guy, “...but we’ll need lots of ammunition...lots of bullets.”

“ We got the stuff.”, remarked the first captain, “...we can do it.”

She nodded her head, pointed at the map, and said, “ Ok...here’s the area we’re gonna work in...it’s assigned to this group.”

They studied the map and some of the info. Less than ten minutes later, the men spoke up, saying, “ “ Ok ma’am...it’s like we discussed earlier...we shouldn’t have a problem.”

“ Great...”, replied Ingrid as she fired up a cigarette, saying further, “...now let’s get busy..., you Captain Mund...you’re to go with me...take twenty of my men with you..., and you, Captain Faust, you take twenty other men from this unit and take care of our sector’s other half.” She pointed down to the map again and divided the area in two, one half for herself and the other for Captain Faust.

The two officers stood up, gave the Nazi salute, and left, Captain Mund getting all the stuff ready for the “Job”.

After the men left, another guy came barging in, an SS private, excitement all over his face, “ MA’AM...GOOD NEWS...KIEV JUST FELL, I HEARD IT OVER THE WIRELESS...KIEV IS OURS!”

A big smile on the woman’s face, she replied, “Thanks...great..., now I can live in an apartment, not this fucken tent...I’ll make some arrangements for a suitable place in Kiev when all the “dust” settles, I’ll take up residence there...my sector’s not that far from the city...I can go back and forth...it’ll be like a nine to five job..., ha, ha!”

The private left and Ingrid found herself all alone again. Rubbing her hands together, she jumped up and exclaimed to herself, “ OH YEA...NEAT..., is this gonna be cool or what...I can do whatever I want with all them bastards...thousands of ‘em...JUST FOR ME...for my own amusement!” Her vaginal cavity started pulsating, faster and faster, reminding her of all the “fun” she had as a little girl, things she did when no one was around. “ OH YES..., it’ll be GREAT...just like when I was seven and eight...torturing the hell outta all those cute little animals...cutting ‘em up when they were still alive...YEA..., man...am I gonna have some real fun!”

Totally excited now, Ingrid grabbed her black cap and placed it on her head, folded up the map, shoved it into her jacket’s breast pocket, and then took up her black baton, a short narrow staff she carried with her at all times, another “emblem” describing her personality. Her belt and holster around her waist as well, sexy Ingrid left the tent and yelled out toward a black half-track with an iron cross painted on its doors, “ HEY MUND...YOU ALL SET NOW?”

“ Yes ma’am...all set and ready.”

Holding the baton in one hand and tapping it against the palm of her other hand, Ingrid slowly strolled toward the vehicle and went to its rear, looking into the metal bed and seeing fourteen men in SS uniforms all seated there. In the middle was a mounted machine gun. Seated with the soldiers was Captain Mund who again said, “ All set ma’am...all set and ready.”

“ You got the other stuff too...just incase someone here doesn’t have the stomach to do what he’s told?”

“ Yes...right here.”, replied Mund as he opened a small metal chest at his feet revealing over ten bottles of hard liqueur, a bunch of booze she kept just to keep the guys going if need be.

Nodding her head, Ingrid circumnavigated the vehicle and then parked her ass in the front passenger seat, next to an SS private behind the wheel, saying to the guy, “ Ok, we’re off...you know the way.”

The half-track started moving followed by five other trucks, each one driven by a single SS man, the back area completely empty but with enough room for at least twenty or more people. Through the open Ukrainian countryside went the small convoy. Seated up front in the lead vehicle, Ingrid leaned herself back and smiled as she took in the pleasant air, the temperature in the mid seventies on this nice September morning. At last, after thirty minutes of driving, the Einsatzgruppe came to a halt in the center of some Ukrainian town.

Ingrid lowered her black leather boots to the pavement and stepped out, followed by Captain Mund when she finally approached a building and entered, greeted by an assembly of men dressed in civilian clothes, a council representing the town’s local residents. Eager to see the Germans and cooperate with them, the Ukrainians, who were persecuted by the Russians, greeted Ingrid and Mund with an applause as she first measured everyone off and then took a seat at the head of a long table. Respect and awe in his eyes, one of the Ukrainian guys said, “ Welcome to our pleasant town, I hope you enjoy it here.”

Lighting up a fresh cigarette, the female colonel replied, “ Thanks...it’s real nice, I love the country side too... , maybe after this war’s over I’ll even settle down here.”

A smile on the man’s face, he spoke on, “ Ok...we’re all at your service ma’am..., we wish to convey our deepest thanks to your government for liberating us from the communists.”

“ That’s right...”, remarked Ingrid with a very cold air now, “ ...the communists, they are bastards...aren’t they?”

“ Yes ma’am...thanks again for freeing us...we hate them all!”

Ingrid smiled wickedly and asked,, “ And who’s responsible for communism, who was Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Zinoviev, and the rest of the other top Bolsheviks...who’s really responsible for the suffering of your people...the famine...I understand you lost about what...ten million, ten million Ukrainians starved to death by Stalin’s program...they took everything away from you, grain, farms, animals, everything...so who’s really behind communism?”

At first, the Ukrainians only looked at one another and said nothing until she slammed her fist to the table and yelled, “TELL ME...WHO’S REALLY BEHIND COMMUNISM...WHO ARE THESE BASTARDS TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD?”

The one Ukrainian guy finally replied, “ The Jews.”

“ THAT’S RIGHT...THE JEWS...THE FUCKEN JEWS, THE CURSE ON HUMANITY...THE FUCKEN JEWS!”

“SCUM...THEY’RE ALL SCUM!”, yelled out some other Ukrainian.

“ Good...”, said Ingrid in a more relaxed tone of voice, “...good..., very good.”

She reached into her tunic and produced a piece of paper. Waving it at them, Ingrid said to the village assembly, “ Ok... I’ve got my orders here to round up all the Jews in my sector, the one I’m responsible for as leader of this particular...”

Before she could finish her sentence, the council boss said, “ No problem ma’am...we’ll tell you where every Jew lives in this area...we’ll give you every name and address...you’ll have no problem from us!”

“ Good.”

“ In fact, I can get you a list of all the Jews right now...it’s in the town records.”

The man gestured toward some secretary. It didn’t take twenty seconds and the lady returned with a stack of papers.

“ Hey...you people are right on top of things...right on top of it..., ok, thanks...I’ll see to it that this town’s well taken care of...I’ll put in a good word for you.”, said Ingrid

Captain Mund took the stack of forms and stood up. Colonel Ingrid stood up as well and both SS officers left the building as all the Ukrainians shouted “ HEIL HITLER”.

Back in the half-track, Ingrid said to the driver, “ All right...we got a nice long list here...just go where Mund tells you.”

Using his own smaller map of the area, Captain Mund directed the convoy to its first address, a small apartment in one of the town’s buildings. The convoy came to a halt before the structure and Ingrid together with three other soldiers got out. Her baton in hand, the woman entered the building and looked at the names on all the mailboxes. Laughing a little, she pointed toward some name and remarked, “ Yep...there they are...the Gould family...Jewish fucks!”

Ingrid started pounding on the building’s main inner door as hard as she could, screaming, “OPEN UP...NOW!”

Moments later, an old Ukrainian woman, the building manager, came forth and let Ingrid and her guys in. Pushing the old lady aside, Ingrid immediately took to the steps, followed by the three SS troopers. CLICK! POUND! CLICK! POUND! CLICK! POUND! sounded all the boots as they ascended the stairs, going up to the fourth floor. Finally, she stood before the desired apartment, giving one of the SS guys a quick glance, stepping back afterward.

SMASH! His riffle butt struck the door! He struck it again until the thing flew open, revealing a family of five sitting behind a table in a kitchen area eating dinner. They all looked up in surprise as Ingrid and her men stormed in, the diabolical German lady screaming, “ YOU’RE ALL UNDER ARREST...YOU FUCKEN JEWS...NOW IT’S TIME FOR JUSTICE...TIME TO GET YOURS...MOTHERFUCKERS!”

By this time, the whole Jewish family was on their feet except for one of them, an old man in a wheelchair. Ingrid walked up to the people and measured them off, saying to a man in his fifties, “I take you’re the father...that old fuck sitting there is the grandfather...., that bitch overthere is your wife..., right?”

Fear in his eyes, Mr. Gould responded, “ Yes...but why are we under arrest, what did we do?”

“ What did you do? You fucken communist Jew...what did you do?”, repeated Ingrid as she suddenly brought the end of her black baton across his face as hard as she could! While the guy held the side of his face, Ingrid went up to the wife and pointed toward the far end of the table, saying, “ Ok...and one of these is either your son or your daughter...the other’s an inlaw...am I not correct?”

“ Yes...yes...”, stuttered the wife, also in her fifties, “...the young man’s my son and the young lady’s my daughter inlaw.”

“Is she?”, asked Ingrid rhetorically as the SS lady removed the Luger from her holster and pointed it directly at the young Jewish couple. She then looked over at the three soldiers and said, “ Keep an eye on the other three Jews here...I got some business to take care of with these two.”

A sadistic look in her eye, Ingrid kept the pistol aimed at the couple and said, “ To the bedroom...

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