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Was ist das hier? shouted the huge East German policewoman, standing mere inches away from me. Her fetid spittle sprayed on my face, chest and arms. I was completely naked and had no idea where my clothes, or for that matter, my friends were. The soldiers had separated us soon after wed entered the concrete building at the Wall. My passport was also missing, although it would have been worthless there, anyway.
The fat guards broad Teutonic face was flushed with anger. She had course, short-cropped blonde hair and wore little, if any, makeup. I couldnt tell. A deep, ugly red gash slashed through her right eyebrow like a misplaced Heidelberg scar. This womans thick body was stuffed into a uniform of the Volkspolizei, the border police of the East German Republic. The buttons on her dull-green tunic pulled at the buttonholes, revealing a tan blouse underneath. Each buckle on her Sam Browne belt was clasped at the last hole. Blondie trembled with rage. In spite of my terror, an incongruent, funny image splashed across my mind: If she got any madder, she would explode and smother me in an avalanche of blubber. I struggled to suppress a smile, which only enraged her further.
What is this? she repeated, slapping me on the chest. I stood in front of her, my back pressed against the cinderblock wall, my fingers laced together on top of my head. A single, overhead floodlight illuminated the smoky room. I was alone, wet from fear and heat, in a small, windowless cellblock with this big enraged guard and her two smaller, younger male subordinates. She had a pistol in a holster and carried a riding crop. Blondie was a caricature of a Nazi SS officer straight out of a Hollywood B movie, except that it was 1966, twenty years after the end of the war.
The two young men, also in Vopo uniforms, alternated between aiming their Kalashnikov AK-47 automatic guns directly at my groin and smoking cigarette after cigarette. I would have liked a smoke myself, but they didnt offer me one, and I didnt dare ask.
Blondies supremacy filled the small room like a stench; the two other guards were closed-mouth, rigid, and silent. Were they as petrified of her as I was?
You will turn around with face to the wall!
As I obeyed her order, the last thing I saw was her picking up a pair of rubber surgical gloves from her grey steel desk.
You will separate your legs and put your hands upon your feet! Every word from Blondie was a shouted command and I wondered if she was even capable of normal speech.
Over my shoulder, I watched in horror as she pulled the gloves onto her sausage fingers, slowly and deliberately, one casing at a time.
Achtung! Follow the order immediately!
The two male guards moved toward me. I spread my legs and bent over, grasping my ankles with my hands. With a guard on each side of me, blocking my view, I heard Blondies boots clack as she crossed the bare cement floor in a solid, measured cadence. I felt her latex paws on my quivering butt cheeks, spreading me open. My anus puckered, knowing what was coming next.
Yeaooowww! I shrieked as she thrust two thick, meaty fingers deep inside my rectum. I involuntarily clenched my sphincter muscles, which only made the pain even more excruciating. Forgetting Blondies command, I reached back and grabbed at her hand. The two Vopo guards seized my wrists and yanked my arms away. Still holding their AK-47s, they leaned backwards until I thought my shoulders would separate. I was completely immobile, powerless to resist. Slowly, Blondie raised her arm, lifting me off the floor. I could feel her sadistic grin like a burning iron on my back. I was being torn apart and I was about to pass out. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she jerked her fingers out with a corkscrew-like twist. Her knuckles tore at my anus. I fell back on my feet.
Ayyyeeee, I screamed again, straightening up, desperately wanting to clutch my backside, which was on fire. I didnt know what she expected to find, what she suspected I might be smuggling out of her Peoples Republic; if she had wanted to intimidate me, though, she had been one hundred percent successful. Along with the searing pain in my anus, I felt completely humiliated and vulnerable.
Your hands will be upon your head! the blonde Vopo shouted. Your back will be to the wall!
The guards let loose of my wrists and I struggled to clasp my hands over my head. I turned and faced my tormentor. As I pressed my raging backside against the rough cinderblock surface, I wondered if Blondie realized that obeying her order was providing me with a slight amount of relief. Blondie snapped the rubber gloves as she peeled them off her hands and dropped them into a wastebasket. Her thin lips formed into a cruel smile as she picked up the riding crop.
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