Chapter 3
There were times when Ada experienced pangs of conscience, but the emotion was one she couldn't honor. It was out of keeping with her lifelong mental conditioning and in total discord with her environment. Thus, on those occasions when the strange phenomenon occurred, she dealt with it severely. In combating the unwelcome emotion she struck out at everyone in sight. This was how she attained the reputation of being cold, cruel, ruthless.
When her subordinates cringed in fear she felt the strength surge back into her veins. She was strong again, once more in control.
Such a day came following the news delivered by the baron. She knew she should be elated, and in a way she was. At least she was relieved. They had all been awaiting this day for many long months-even years. Yet, the rejoicing was hollow. Her mind was staggered by doubt.
Could they indeed rule the world? Or was their distant leader absorbed in the fancies of senility? Times had changed since the days of the Third Reich. The world populace was naive then-benighted. Now, with communications as they were, all minds were brighter, more sophisticated.
Of course the strides made over the last years were remarkable. Their network of agents were pyramiding all over the world. Even in America Die Spinne was firmly entrenched in every major population center. It was amusing that one of the Reich's most ruthless officers was enjoying not only acceptance in a California beach community, but was being championed by politicians and citizens alike. "The Spider" she said aloud between sips of breakfast coffee. That was how Die Spinne was translated into the English language. And The Spider was indeed spinning a formidable web. This thought reassured her somewhat. Perhaps the world was as gullible as before. Perhaps technology and education provided only surface rewards. Perhaps the world's inner soul was as naive as ever.
Not that she doubted the efficacy of their cause. She didn't. She was emphatically convinced that Nazism was the only hope for the troubled world. This had been successfully ingrained into her thinking. But the Nazis had failed only twenty-some years before, and the Nazi concept was at odds with the ruling philosophies. There were dictators, of course, who shared the Nazi belief of safety only under totalitarian rule, but they were opportunists- the handful of dictators-and they wanted their countries for themselves. No, the fascist cause was greater than a single man or a single country. To be workable in any lasting form the entire world had to be taken over.
In a sudden spasm of nervousness, Ada sent the breakfast tray crashing to the floor beside her bed. "The world," she cried aloud. "The world is so very big."
In an instant, her door opened, and Gerda, her aging servant, came rushing in. Her wrinkled eyes were alive with fear. "Is something the matter, mistress?" she said fearfully.
"You're late," Ada snapped, defensively.
"Clean up that mess, and get my white leather at once!"
"Yes, mistress," said the trembling servant, already scurrying to collect the broken dishes. "At once."
Ada turned away from the groveling elderly woman. Her fawning obedience disgusted her. The young ones knew fear the same as the old, but they knew how to conceal it. Perhaps Gerda should be replaced. The thought seemed fascinating at this moment. She would toss Dr. Rosch the old woman to play with. He would surely have some sort of improvisation at hand for one of age. Of course he preferred the young ones, but who didn't? She would consult with him later on the subject. The wrinkled old servant would be good discipline for the slightly maddened scientist. It would remove some of his arrogance.
Gerda wheezed as she ran out of the room with a tray. In another moment she was back, rummaging in one of Ada's three closets. Ada could hear the old woman whimper in failure. Ada threw back the coverlet and pounced out of the bed. She straightened her strong Aryan body, splendid in its nudity, and despite her anger, she viewed her movements carefully in the full-length wall mirror. She went to a closet where a whip always waited. She took it with her to the closet where Gerda was frantically searching for the white leather suit. At the sound of her mistress, Gerda let her arms fall. She knew what was coming.
"I'm sorry, mistress," she said desperately. "I do not find the garment."
Ada drew back the small whip and lashed it across the wrinkled face. It caught a cheek and lip, and almost at once blood gathered at the corner of her mouth. The woman cried out and fell to her knees. Again and again Ada struck the woman, blind with rage, but silent. She finally gave the woman a kick in one of her breasts and spun her to the floor. The servant sobbed and begged for mercy, but her plea made Ada more angry. Ada didn't step up the flogging, but resolved her plan more firmly. She turned her back, and permitted the sniveling domestic to retreat from the rooms.
Ada found the leather garb after the woman left. It was folded in a cabinet drawer exactly where she knew it would be. The old woman should have known that Ada had placed it there. If she were efficient, she would surely have known.
The impudence and inefficiency of her aging maid was forgotten momentarily. With the soft leather in hand, Ada once more captured her image in the mirror. She immediately dismissed her angry frown. She couldn't bear to see her face in anger. No-a smile was more becoming. She attached the smile, and paused to brush her long, ash blonde hair.
With this done quickly, she put the leather suit aside to caress her figure. Her hands cupped the large, round breasts, lifting their rose-colored nipples higher. She used her thumbs to flick the wide-pointed tips. She had had large nipples from the time she was twelve. They were wide and soft even before their bases bloomed out to protect them. She had been proud of them then and she was proud if the now. "What would fat pig Kurt Von Kemp give to suckle you again?" she said to her nipples. "He had you when you first sprouted and for too many years afterward. But never again. Not ever."
As troubled as her mind was, Ada couldn't resist a pause for lust. To acknowledge desire was to sate it. There had never been a time when she hadn't served her every lust, "Ah, let me think," she said as her hand caressed her lower body. "Who shall be honored today? Boy -girl-child?"
She lay back on the bed, caressing herself leisurely as her mind leafed over the extensive menu of sex possibilities. The list was almost endless. In the cottages and dormitories there were dozens of strong young men. There were girls too, those soft and sweet like Brigit, or others bold and masculine. But this was daytime and variety was needed. Then a wonderful idea came to mind. Dr. Hans Rosch-why not?
Dr. Rosch wasn't unattractive, despite his piercing black eyes. He had been at the camp for several weeks now, and she had never entertained him. This would be a good time. And knowing the reputation of the good doctor, Ada was sure he would possess a veritable warehouse of innovation. She quickly lifted the house phone and ordered his presence.
While she awaited him, Ada skinned into the white leather. It took time because the fit was perfect. The legs caressed every curve tighter than nylon. When she zipped up the trunk along the crease of her round bottom, the suit clutched every mound and crevice in a lover's embrace. Her leather loved and comforted her. To keep the sensation fresh, she seldom wore it. Only on special days-such as this.
She added the top and watched in the mirror as the carefully sewn skin captured and held her breasts. The texture of the leather was so delicate it allowed her precious nipples to press their detailed imprints. The suit cost more than the finest fur coat, but it was worth the price. It was her finest, most treasured garment.
During the day Ada usually wore her hair drawn up in twin buns over each ear. One of the girls helped her with the daily task, but not today. She liked the loose feel of it, and loose hair was more appropriate for sex. The knock sounded at the inside door. She called her invitation to enter.
The door swung open, and the wiry, uniformed doctor stepped inside. He clicked his heels, bowed, and stood at attention. "Doctor Rosen at your service, my leader."
"My, how efficient you are," said Ada, eyeing him from her bed. "Come, Herr Doctor. Come closer. And please, be at ease."
She struck a seductive pose as the doctor crossed the room. He had his peaked cap in his hand and his uniform was impeccable. The swastika showed brilliantly on his sleeve. Doctor Rosch was lean and trim, making him seem younger than his obvious years, and this made him far more desirable than most older men. Ada supposed he would have to be all of fifty, but there was one way to find out. "How old are you, Doctor?" she asked. "You seem remarkably well preserved."
He tried to smile, but Ada could see that the expression was uncomfortable. Perhaps the praise disarmed him. "You're too kind. I am forty-five."
"But you were at Auschwitz, weren't you?"
"Ja, but I was young. I was assistant to Dr. Mengele, and attained my medical degree later in South America."
"Dr. Mengele is well, I presume," said Ada.
"I'm sure. I saw him last in 1960 in Argentina, but he is now in Brazil."
Ada nodded, and her thoughts of sex were postponed momentarily as she recalled Dr. Mengele's penchant for sterilization operations. Although his crimes were minor to those of his Buchenwald counterpart, Dr. Hans Eisele, Mengele fled from Europe. Eisele was convicted of manslaughter, but after serving six years in Landsberg prison, he received a good conduct pardon and a 4,000 mark reward, a loan substantial enough to start a medical practice. When later charges made political waves, Eisele fled to Egypt, where she knew he was well and successful. In fact, Nazi benefactor Nasser put Eisele on the staff of Cairo's largest military hospital. "I suppose you learned a great deal from Dr. Mengele."
Rosch nodded curtly, and his present smile was more in keeping with his personality. It showed pride and Fatherland dedication. "I learned much indeed," he said. "But even more on my own. I will be a credit to the Fourth Reich. And you, my leader, will fill us all with pride."
Ada had been resting on an elbow on the soft bed, but now she sat up. His reverence hadn't been anticipated. "I thank you, good doctor," she said. "I hadn't expected such flattery."
"Praise, my leader. I sensed your inherited power, your magic. And it is fortunate you picked this day to receive me."
"What is meant by that, Herr Doctor?"
The stern, officious face was lost in thought. The black eyes darted aside, but then returned to hold Ada's curious stare. "Herr Bormann has ordered that the world movement, masterminded by thirty thousand devout Nazis, should be headed by the purest blood of all of us."
"So you know," she said, astonished. She knew the information would eventually be known in the party, but she hadn't known when.
He nodded, and his smile was strengthened by rising passion. His passion, however, was greater than physical. It was Godly-spiritual. "By now, the entire movement knows of you, and it is your image all of us will covet while we carry out our great work."
Ada lost composure momentarily, and stared blankly. But she quickly regained her aplomb. She was becoming aware of her growing stature, and she must play the role. "You have brought me good news," she said with restraint. "Will I be briefed on all strategic information?"
He nodded militarily. "An advisor is en route from South America. He will be constantly at your side. In the meanwhile there are certain orders that have already been instituted. One will be carried out today. Have you heard of the eminent scientist, Christine Lavie?"
"No," she said, unable to disguise her ignorance. "The name means nothing to me."
Rosch grinned. "Von Kemp is a fool. He should have told you everything he knew. Madame Lavie has a drug formula that she and her husband are holding out for high bids. She is a leftist, but her reverence for money has made her play one side against the other. She is playing games with East and West, but we in the middle will intercept everything. The plan already is in effect."
Ada was so taken by surprise she was without questions to ask. At the moment she almost wished for her anonymity. Sex was such a tranquilizer, and so rewarding. She wasn't at all sure she could cope with more complicated problems. "Am I free-I mean truly free of Von Kemp?"
"He is a pig, my leader. You may forget your marriage vows, and assume your rightful name. His fate is in your hands."
"Good," she said with the sweet kiss of vengeance narcoticizing her brain. "I will give this great thought, and while I remember, I have a trivial matter I would like resolved."
"Your slightest wish is my life," he replied with a click of his heels.
"My maid, Gerda. She is old and worthless. I hoped you would use your genius to make her death meaningful."
He stared into her eyes, awaiting further clarification.
"Couldn't you transform her into a baboon or something? Death is such an easy exit."
The man before her sighed, and Ada could almost sense his thought waves. Then a wry grin emerged from his countenance. His first real smile of the meeting. "It is just a thought, my leader, but would it be amusing to see your old servant exchange brains with the baron? As I say, it is only a thought."
She couldn't restrain herself. She let out a shriek of laughter, clapping her hands. "Wonderful-how perfectly wonderful. Do it, my good doctor'. Do it at once."
"My instruments are en route," he replied. "We shall operate upon their arrival."
"Doctor?" she said more coyly.
He snapped a receptive nod.
"Do you find me beautiful?"
"I have observed your beauty several times since my arrival. I constantly search for you in the garden or the recreation area. My eyes are glorified by your charm and beauty."
"I never go out of my rooms, but I shall now. But, doctor-I feel hot inside. I have a strong appetite for sex. Could you possibly ease this torment?"
He faltered for the first time. "But, my leader-I am not worthy of your company. It is improper."
"Suppose I ordered it?"
"Then surely I would obey."
"I give the order then. Get out of those silly clothes and make love to me. I give myself in gratitude for your good news."
"As you wish," he said, already unbuttoning his tunic.