Femdom Story: Stalag 7 – The hell on Earth – Chapter 3

Stalag 7 – The hell on Earth

Disclaimer

This Femdom story contain graphic description of extreme torture, murder, racism and forced sex. It is based on a Nazi extermination camp led by a sadistic woman.
It is just a fantasy fiction and I do not agree with Nazi ideals nor with racism against any people or religion.
If you don’t like this topic or really extreme torture or you’re underage in your country do not go further with the reading.

(Femdom, extreme, snuff, torture, racism, Nazi)

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Chapter 3 – Visit to the French village

After a week as the new camp commander, Colonel Eva von Evil was in for a relaxing visit to the near village that is also under her command. The French mayor had been informed about the changing in command and in no time all the little population of the village was aware about the woman of SS Corps that was then in charge. Rumours about unusual brutal and useless torture and unjustified killings was already came to people ears. Everyone were scared and hoped they will never meet that woman. So that when her black Mercedes with the Nazi and SS flags on the front mudguards entered the village all people ran in their houses. Eva saw them ran away and smiled, she loved to see people scared by her.

Her car parked in the main square and the driver stepped down and went to open the back door in a rush. Eva exited the car and stood for a while looking around while the two escort off-roads were parking behind hers car. It was a nice village of the Provence. No one was around. She smiled again, if she would find them there will be no hiding places, she knew it very well. She looked to a near bistro and moved to it. She could hear some music, an accordion, came from the inside. As soon as she opened the door all the people stopped talking and the music stopped too. All the eyes were on the black leather covered woman. The long black leather coat with Nazi symbols and black cap with the skull made all the people shiver in fear. How good was that power sensation Eva was feeling, all those people was scared to bones just because her view. She move to an occupied table. As soon as she stopped near by the table, her soldiers started beating the four men who were seated with the butt of their MP 41 sub-machine guns while shouting at them to move away. “You can’t do this! Stop it!” a man said from a near table standing to face the Colonel. “No? Are you sure?” Eva replied to him. She took off her Luger from the holster and shot the four men that were at her table in the head. She then smile to the one who protested. “Better?” she asked pointing her gun to him. The man was so scared then that he pissed in his pants in front of everyone. An evil laugh filled the bistro. Eva put the gun back in the holster and sat at the table while her soldiers were trailing the corpse in the street. The man who protested was still standing with his pants all wet, shocked. “Take him out and make him a good lesson for the entire village.” Eva ordered. A couple of soldiers grabbed the man and dragged him out. There were sounds of a brutal beating coming from outside while Colonel von Evil took a cigarette from a pocket and lighted it as if nothing was happening. She waited for a little while for everyone to hear what was happening outside then ordered “Music!” The musician did not make her repeat the command and started playing a happy song. “Garçon!” she called. A shaking man approached and just nodded as he hadn’t the courage to speak. “I heard wine is good in France, hope it’s true. I’ll have a glass of red wine. Be sure is your best one or you will pay for it.” Right in that moment a scream of pain came from the outside. Colonel von Evil smiled to the waiter that was shaking even more than before “My soldiers know how to punish who make me unhappy, doesn’t they?” her smile became wider reading terror in the waiter face. Then her smile vanished to change in a severe expression. “Move!” she ordered. Immediately the waiter ran to the counter and quite felt in his own feet. No one in the bistro was saying a word. Eva looked around and every man she looked at lowered his head. No one dared to stand a direct look of those ice-cold blue eyes. The waiter came back with the glass of wine and a bottle just opened on a tray. His hands were shaking so much that the noise of the glass and bottle clinking on the tray was clearly audible. He served the fearful woman and waited. Eva took a sip of wine “Good. Your life is safe for now.” then sent him away with a wave of her gloved hand. Time for some fun now she thought. “Stop the music!” she ordered. The musician stopped immediately. “Now… I’m not here just to enjoy your wine. I’m here to notice the village about my decision regarding who help prisoners to evade. I heard that in past some prisoner succeeded in escaping the camp. It’s clear to me that someone helped them hide and gave to them clothes and maybe money too.” Eva took another sip of wine and look around. Attention was at the max. “I tell you what. From now on if a prisoner escape I’ll take thirty people from the village and I’ll kill one for each day needed to find the prisoner.” Eva was enjoying the terror in all those faces. “And if anyone will be found helping the prisoner then that person and all the family will be executed.” She grinned at the effect of what she just said had on the people faces. Power is addicting and Eva used it to fulfil her cruelty and sadism. She sipped all the remaining wine and stood. “Hope I have been clear. Tell others.” Eva turned on her heels to the door. Before exit the door she asked, “Do I owe something for the wine?” “N-no… of c-course n-n-not herrin.” “You just saved your life for the second time today, lucky you.” then exited the bistro laughing evilly. Walking to her car Eva gave a glimpse to the near strict light where her soldiers hanged the man that dared to face her. His body was naked, arms and legs were at strange angle and face was covered in blood. He surely suffered a lot before been hanged to die strangled by the rope. “Well done!” she complimented her SS soldiers. “At the camp you all will have a free evening in the young girl prisoners’ barrack.” All the soldiers hurray for their Colonel. She entered her car enjoying the thought of those poor girls been raped by her soldiers.

2 thoughts on “Femdom Story: Stalag 7 – The hell on Earth – Chapter 3

  1. angelo

    Noooooo…. il mio sogno è leggere un racconto con protagoniste delle Nazi-Mistress e tu lo scrivi in inglese… 🙁
    Dai c’è già così tanta roba in inglese…lascia stare e scrivi in italiano…o almeno reglaci anche una pagina coi racconti nella nostra lingua!!

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