Chapter 1
The long-awaited radio message arrived, and the youthful operator wakened the baron from a deep, exhausted sleep. The baron started to chastise the frightened, blond-haired lad, but the urgency of the message superseded his anger. He thanked the boy, and dismissed him.
The baron yawned, sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled at his own image that was reflected in the huge mirror above the nearby dresser. "At last," he said, running a hand over his hairless scalp. "Ada will be pleased."
He leaned toward the box on the nightstand, and flicked the switch that connected him with Ada's room. He hoped she would see the light and answer the call because otherwise he would have to interrupt her personally. He dreaded such intrusions as much as the radio operator must have dreaded disturbing him. Ada could be very difficult. Especially if her recreation were disrupted. He gave the switch a series of vigorous shakes, but it was useless. Ada would be far too busy to notice a tiny red light next to her bed. It was three in the morning, an hour when her recreation would be well underway. He sighed and started to dress.
Baron Von Kemp dressed fully. Black shirt, garrison belt, and full-flared breeches. Finally he grunted and eased his tired feet into the highly polished jackboots. He rose, stood at attention before the full-length mirror, and thrust his right arm forward. "Heil Hitler!" he barked. "The Fourth Reich shall live."
His turtle features contorted into a wry grin as he ran his thick fingers over his hips. He regretted the thickness there, but after all, he was no longer a Bund athletic instructor. He was two years under sixty, and for that age he was in remarkable condition. This was true, he reassured himself. "Der Fuehrer would be proud."
The baron's wing of the castle was separated by the courtyard from Ada's, and to reach her apartment he had to walk the distance of a city block. The corridor of his wing ended at a winding staircase. A matching staircase ascended from Ada's corridor and merged into a broad marble stairway that fed into the mammoth foyer. Directly below the railing of the veranda that connected the matching corridors was a fountain surrounded by greenery.
The baron had passed the unique art object thousands of times over the years, but he never failed to pause in passing. The water trickled down from the stone statue of a nude maiden. The ripe young body glistened in the continuous bath that came from tiny orifices built into the stone. In addition to the water that shimmered over the sinuous stone body, two streams of water fed into the pond from her strong breasts. Each nipple spurted the water. The statue was priceless, but it was more than a thing of material value. It was an item that Herr Hitler had chosen himself. It was shipped to the Scottish island from Oslo long before the fall of the Third Reich.
The baron drew in a long breath as he paused before the double doors of Ada's rooms. Then, still reluctant, he used the heavy knocker to announce his presence. The sound of brass against brass filled the corridor with ominous echoes. In a moment the door opened slightly and a scrubbed, Teutonic face peered up at him quizzically. "Ah-would you please inform the baroness I am here," he said politely. "It is an emergency."
The pretty young face registered concern, and the baron pushed the door open and entered the anteroom. The girl drew back fearfully and brought her hands over her nude breasts. "The baroness doesn't wish to be disturbed, Herr Baron," she said fearfully. "This is what she ordered."
Now the baron was angry. He knew Ada's rules, but she must know he would never disturb her unless it were of utmost importance. After a searing glance over the voluptuous female figure, he lifted an arm and pointed to his wife's bedroom. "You will give the baroness my message-at once!"
The naked girl backed to the door, still holding her breasts. Then she turned to leave the room. The baron was accustomed to nude young bodies. He had seen hundreds of them about the castle and the grounds over the many years. He had indulged himself with them freely, in every sexual alliance known to man. But the strong young bodies still filled him with lust and desire. Now his eyes centered on the young girl's taut buttocks as she hurried out of his view. So firm, so round, so very young and ripe. Ada picked only the best.
The baron paced as he waited, and in a few moments the girl returned. Her earlier modesty had apparently disappeared with the passage of the crisis, because she now stood before him boldly, almost at attention, her naked secrets exposed for full view. "The baroness will see you sir," said the girl, holding open the intricately carved door.
The baron paused as he passed the girl and used his left hand to cup the flaxen down at the Y of her thighs. In a whisper, he said, "You are lovely."
"Thank you," said the girl.
He would have the girl certainly, but he thought no more of it-not for the moment. He was in his wife's forbidden chamber. He was interrupting her night of joy. He must quickly explain the importance of the visit. "Ah-my dear," he said, moving toward the huge four poster bed. Ada lay naked on her back and she wasn't smiling. A brunette beauty snuggled against Ada's long, shapely curves. The girl looked ecstatic, but frightened. Near the bed, on a couch plush with pillows, was a young couple. The boy was about sixteen, the girl perhaps younger. Eeveryone was nude, and they all looked dreamy from the drug of sex.
"How dare you burst in upon me," Ada said in a low, menacing voice. "We allow no pigs in a chamber of love."
The baron took no issue with the insult. His life was full of them. "I attempted to alert you," he said, nodding toward the intercom box beside her bed. "The message has arrived."
Her smoldering anger trailed off, and she sat up. Her round breasts bobbled with the sudden move, and her trim, conditioned body picked up flattering highlights from the rose-colored light. Ada had greased her body, and it looked beautiful. "The message-you mean ...?!'
The baron was back in control. The interruption was clearly forgiven. He nodded with a curt smile. "At last," he said with a sigh. "The day we have awaited all these years."
"What is the date?" she asked impatiently, "Is it soon?"
"We both know our instructions," he said. "We start the operation at once, and each phase will interlock. First, we wire Heinrich in Oslo."
"Yes, yes, of course," said Ada, nibbling on her thumbnail. "You will attend to that at once. Is there anything else to be done tonight?"
"Each step in its proper turn," said the baron confidently.
She nodded nervously and the baron was pleased. It had been years since Ada had depended on him. Perhaps his circumstances would finally change. He couldn't resist putting the plan to a test. "I will send the message," he said, "and then I will return. I think I should like to celebrate in a game of sex. Will that be permissible, my dear Ada?"
A grimace crossed her brow, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. Her pale blue eyes were large and beautiful, but her smile was cold. "Is there a girl you prefer?" she asked almost pleasantly.
"The flaxen-haired one will serve me nicely, but you, my dear-you won't deny me, will you ?" Now the smile dissolved. She sent her steel eyes grinding over his ugly features. "Never," she said bitterly. "Never again!"
The baron knew he had gone too far, but he didn't falter. He nodded with a tight-lipped smile, bowed, and withdrew from the bedside. "Then ice some champagne, my dear," he said at the door. "I shall partake of the crumbs."
When he was alone in the hall, he paused to smash a fist into his palm. How could she taunt him so? How could she be so cold and cruel? How would things be today if he had failed to tell her who he was? It would have been different, wouldn't it? Much different. He would have had Ada as his devoted slave. But he couldn't deny her heritage. He had been too well schooled in the Nazi tradition. The teachings of his fuehrer had been too complete to be overshadowed by lust-even love. When he received definite word of Martin's existence he had to tell her. She would play a tremendous part in the plan, and nothing was more important than the Fourth Reich-nothing!
After coding the message to Heinrich, the radio operator sent it. Von Kemp stood by. When its receipt was acknowledged, Von Kemp leaned over the young German and patted his cheek. "Well done, Karl," he said affectionately. "Soon we will all be masters."
The well-trained young Nazi smiled dutifully, seeming pleased with the gesture of affection. "Ja, mein general," he said, his perfect, white teeth glistening. "The time has come."
"If I am needed, you will find me with the baroness," said the baron, once more tweaking the rosy cheek. "Tonight, I give the girls a break."
"Yes, sir," said the youth noncommittally.
The baron was intrigued by the sweet young girl he had met at his wife's bedroom door, and he would keep his date. But he was tempted to remain with Karl. Recently he had spent an evening with the lad and found him delectable. Not only did he execute his erotic duties to master-race perfection, but he accepted his whippings in stoical tradition. There were more thrills when his whip brought cries of anguish, but the baron could admire those who took it with courage. Karl was a good boy-a potential leader.
With his mind clinging to the whip, Von Kemp made the long trek to his own rooms. His wife had whips of her own that he could borrow, but his own instrument was a tool of sentimentality. It had once belonged to none other than Herman Goering. He always despised the swine when he was alive, but he had seen the havoc he had caused by the whip. To possess it meant power. Yes- Georing's own hand-crafted cat o' nine tails must accompany him to the party.
While in his quarters Von Kemp grunted through the undressing. He gazed at his nudity in the mirror, and touched himself with reverence. Yes, he was aging in years-but his body didn't know it. He had the vigor of a teenage Buddhist, and for that he was thankful. He donned a silk Japanese kimono and made the long walk back to Ada's rooms. It had been a long time since he had been allowed to appear nude before his wife, and he would take full advantage. Perhaps when she feasted her eyes on his manhood she would rescind her restrictions.
If he were particularly successful with the young girl, Ada would have to show interest. She was the most erotic human being he had ever known.
He didn't bother to knock, and when he opened the door his senses were bombarded with lust. The visitors were all very busy now. The young couple was on the bed and they were energetically engaged in sex. Ada, lay next to them with two other young girls playing oral homage to her sex. A brunette head was devouring a breast with both hands cupping it provocatively. The lovely blonde head was all but hidden between her mistress's legs. Von Kemp licked his lips and moved closer. As he strode forward he let the kimono drop to the floor. He tested the leather handle of his whip, and when he was close to the round bottom of the young blonde he arched the tool and brought it down heavily. The strap bit flesh, and the girl let out a shriek. The cry halted the frenzied action.
"What? How dare you!" It was Ada bracing upward.
"But I-was invited," said Von Kemp helplessly. Sometimes he simply couldn't understand his wife.
"You have no right to mutilate my lovers!" she said, pushing all the hands and heads and bodies out of her way. She lifted from the bed, and while her friends cowered, she strode catlike in a circle around the baron. As he turned to follow her with cautious eyes, she snatched the whip from his hands. "Bend over swine-take your punishment!"
"Oh no, Ada," he pleaded. "Not for me. This is not for me. You know that."
She lashed the whip in a short stroke and it bit into the flab of his lower belly. Another inch lower and catastrophe. The baron whimpered and got down to his knees. "I beg you-please. In the name of Hitler, I beseech you!"
A look of cruelty devoured Ada's Teutonic beauty. Her straight ash blonde hair fell over her shoulders, her strong, shapely legs were braced athletically. "You dare use his name . . ." The whip began to bite at Von Kemp's hips. As the first pain was felt the baron heard her call to the boy. He knew he was in for it. She ordered the muscular youth to carry on the flogging.
The boy was hesitant, but Ada promised him a flogging of his own if he refused. With this as incentive the youth carried on. Again and again he smacked the whip into the baron's exposed flesh. Von Kemp no longer pleaded. The whipping was inevitable, and he was, above all else, a soldier, He crouched on the floor and forced his mind into limbo.
While the beating took place, Ada fondled her two girl friends, one on either side. Brigit, the blonde, couldn't look, and buried her face against her mistress's breast. The other, Carla, smiled wryly as the bizarre exhibition took place. The girl who had been beneath the lad earlier watched alone, with wide-eyed excitement.
"The pig," Ada said to her partners. "Since I was a child he fed me the whip. That's where my scars came from. But no more. Now it is his turn."
The girls didn't have to look at the red tissue stripes covering Ada's backside. They had all noticed them before. In fact, it was often the topic of discussion in the dormitories. Now they knew from where they came.
After ten minutes Ada finally allowed the punishment to cease. Then she gave Brigit a slap on the bottom. "Let him have you, dearest. It was our bargain."
"I?" she questioned fearfully. "Please, mistress-must it be me?"
"Are you refusing?" Ada questioned curtly.
"Oh no-never. But men frighten me. He, especially."
"He will not use the whip, and I'm rather interested to see what he can do without it. Nothing, probably."
Von Kemp was hearing everything, but his pain was too severe to allow him to speak. It was all he could do to keep from tears. He rose, however, and stood very straight. "I will show you my passions, my dear Ada," he said. He took the young blonde by the hand and led her to the cushion-strewn couch. When she was lying on her back, he moved over her, bathing her beauty with wet, noisy kisses. He kissed her throat, ears, and breasts with loud wheezes. He finally burrowed his head between her thighs.
Ada laughed a hollow laugh. "You waste your time, my fat husband. Brigit has known far better lovers in that specialty. We wish to see what your superior male sex can produce. Do something that girls cannot do."
Von Kemp took the cue without acknowledgement. He grunted his body high and gave Brigit's knees a nudge to open. The thighs separated, and Brigit grimaced with resignation. The baron settled into her warm nest, and without gentility, made a blatant merger. Brigit closed her eyes and let it happen.
The baron growled and hugged her limp body. The golden thighs responded, but without vigor. Brigit's round breasts were crushed beneath his hairy chest. He stroked furiously at first, sending Ada questioning glances. When Ada began to laugh again, he was defeated. He lurched furiously against his young mate, but it was useless. He had nothing to give.
His face crimson with anger, Von Kemp clumsily removed himself and snatched up his robe. He started out of the room, but returned when he remembered his whip. Ada handed it over, smiling contemptuously. "Yes," she said, "you will certainly need this. It is your substitute for manhood.
He took it and stormed out of the room. He called down the stairs when he reached the veranda, and Karl came running into the lower foyer. "Come to my room," Von Kemp ordered. "I need you."
The young soldier obeyed, and didn't express the slightest regret. Von Kemp would have his fun despite his cruel wife. Young Karl was beautiful in his own right, and he knew how to take a whipping.