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The exact place and date of the Allied invasion of Europe in 1944 was one of the best-kept military secrets of World War II. Of course, everybody knew that there would be an invasion and everybody was speculating as to where and when it would take place. Lest they guess right, it was imperative that the Germans be misled. The Allied High Command concluded that the most plausible wrong answer to the question of where ? would be Calais. A plausible when ? would be mid-July. Somehow, this disinformation had to be fed to the Germans. It had recently been discovered that a contact with the Résistance, one Pierre LeHeureux, was a double agent. If a commando were to be sent ashore to bear this information to LeHeureux, supposedly to convey it to the Résistance, it would be leaked immediately to the Germans. If the courier fell into the hands of the Germans, they would get the disinformation even sooner, so, whether his mission succeeded or failed, it would accomplish its purpose. It was a no-lose situation. However, inasmuch as the courier was likely to be caught and tortured, he must believe fully in the message which he was bearing. Of course, the message had to be delivered by word of mouth. "Calais, July 11, 1944" was certainly easy enough to memorize, however. The courier had to be expendable as well as capable and courageous. The question, then, was who would one of the Allied Armies be willing to throw to the wolves who was capable of carrying out the mission. Capt. Roger LaFemme was eminently well-qualified. He spoke English, French, and German fluently, his parents having come from Alsace. He had already successfully carried out several espionage missions behind the enemy's lines. He was also a flamboyant, swashbuckling, self-aggrandizing womanizer who, because he was useful, had so far managed to escape court martial for his sexual escapades. In fact, he bore an uncanny resemblance, both in appearance and in behavior, to Errol Flynn (whose role in that war is still controversial.) Capt. LaFemme could be counted on to carry out his mission professionally, probably before getting into trouble with a local woman. In this case, he would probably be sufficiently over-awed by the importance of the mission to keep his mind above his belt for a few days. He soon found himself in a top-secret meeting of high-ranking Allied officers whose names are household words but who will not be identified in this account. His mission was explained to him and after he had agreed to accept it, he was briefed on a purely fictional version of the invasion plan. Capt. LaFemme already knew Pierre LaHeureux and where to find him, having dealt with him on an earlier espionage mission. He was warned not to allow himself to be captured and given a placebo L-capsule which contained almond extract instead of cyanide (which, however, it closely resembles in taste.). The forged identity papers which he was issued identified him as one Richard Belhomme . Having been brought ashore some miles north of LeHavre, on a deserted stretch of coast, Capt. LaFemme had a long walk ahead of him to reach Rouen where he could find Pierre LeHeureux . There had been no opportunity to communicate with LeHeureux and it would have been difficult for him to reach the coast unobserved. Still, Roger LaFemme was used to this sort of thing and expected to keep out of sight of the Germans or to tell them a plausible story under his pseudonym of Richard Belhomme. He might have succeeded had he not stopped at an inn where he had seduced the barmaid on a previous mission. She recognized him and, rather than confront him herself, reported him to the local office of the Geheime StaatsPolizei. She informed them that he was not a Frenchman but an American. He, of course, claimed that it was mistaken identity and that he was Richard Belhomme. He soon discovered that the GeStaPo knew much more about him than he had realized. The timing of his appearance was very suspicious. Everyone knew that an invasion was in the offing and suddently a notorious American spy appears. When the Gestapo officers notified their superiors about this, they were informed that the interrogation of this man would be taken over by Col. Ulrich Hodenbrecher of the SchützStaffel, a man noted for fiendish and sadistic ingenuity. Capt. LaFemme was transferred to SchützStaffel headquarters in Rouen for interrogation. Col. Hodenbrecher spoke to Roger in English, to which he protested in French "Je ne comprend pas. Je suis Français." "Sure you are" laughed Col. Hodenbrecher. "We know all about you Capt. LaFemme, especially your amorous exploits. Too bad they'll come to an end when we crush your balls." Forgetting, for a second, that he was not supposed to understand English, Roger involuntarily put his hands over his genitals. "HAH ! caught you !" exclaimed Col. Hodenbrecher. "Now, suppose you drop this 'Bonhomme Richard' charade." "We think we know why you are here. The timing is just too perfect. The Résistance needs to be informed of the place and date of the Allied invasion which everyone knows is coming. You have memorized that information....and we want it. You are said to be a courageous man. It will do you no good. There is no man so brave that he cannot be broken by torture. You can save yourself unbearable agony and you can save your manhood by answering my questions while you are still sexually intact. If you refuse, we'll still get the information, but you will lose everything you value most. I shall see to it that you do not die, however, you will have years to regret that you did not cooperate." Now, then, Where and when will the Allied armies invade Europe.?" "FUCK YOU ! " shouted Roger. "No, Capt. LaFemme. Perhaps , after your manhood has been removed, some of our soldiers will see fit to fuck YOU." "I'll never tell you." "Sheer brag; you will. Well, I gave you a chance. Now, I shall proceed to EXTRACT the information from you. Schultheiß, ausziehe ihn." Corporal Schultheiß proceeded, as ordered, to strip Capt. LaFemme naked and hustle him into an adjoining room. There he sat Roger down in a wooden chair and strapped him in. Roger found that there was a bench vise set into the seat and that his balls hung down between its jaws. "This vise has been slightly modified in that a strip of steel about 2 cm wide, 8 mm. thick and as long as the jaw of the vise has been screwed to the top of the jaw, separated from it by a 4 mm. shim. This will allow your scrotum and spermatic cords to pass over the top of the jaw, but will not allow your testicles to slip out upward." explained Col. Hodenbrecher. "As the White Knight said, 'It's my own invention.' As Cpl Schultheiß turns the screw, ever so slowly, the vise will crush your testicles, ever so slowly. Schultheiß, drehe die Schraube, aber langsam, sehr langsam." Capt. LaFemme was quite familiar with this method of tortune having witnessed its use in Spain before the War. He knew exactly what would happen. The ache caused by the first three turns of the screw was quite bearable, but thereafter, the pain escalated as a power function of the rotation of the screw. So far, Roger had managed not to make an outcry, but soon, he was groaning and he knew from his experience in Spain that it would not be long before the groans gave way to screams, even before the damage was irreparable. Roger LaFemme's balls were flattening, but so far had not begin to yield. There had been no capillary hemorrhaging or rupturing of the seminiferous tubules. Only the nerves were being savaged. That was bad enough, the griping sickening ache had spread up into the pit of his belly, down into his thighs, and back to his anus. Roger felt a turmoil starting in his crotch and suddenly, his prostate gland convulsed and his seminal vesicles emptied themselves. He had never come so copiously before in his life. Semen spurted and then poured out of his flaccid penis. The next fluid that came out would be squeezed directly out of his testicles. He felt the glands yielding to the terrible pressure and finally could not refrain from screaming. Through tear-filled eyes, he could dimly see that Col. Hodenbrecher had gotten an erection. Cpl. Schultheiß just stolidly and carefully turned the screw very slowly as instructed, apparently totally unaffected by Roger's torment. A slurry of sperm and white threadlike material, the bursted seminiferous tubules, oozed out of Roger's penis as he screamed and thrashed convulsively. Capillary hemorrhaging turned the discharge pink, then red as the internal structure of Roger's testicles broke down. The damage was past the point of no return, but the pain was still increasing. Suddenly, as if impelled by a force outside of himself, Roger LaFemme shouted "CALAIS, JULY 11 !" and then bursted into tears, he had broken and he had failed (or so he thought.) Col. Hodenbrecher laughed and then shouted "Schultheiß, dreh' schnell !" Cpl. Schultheiß spun the screw as fast as he could. Captain Roger LaFemme's testicles exploded, and he lapsed into unconsciousness. Unmanned, by betraying his trust, he had protected the Allies' greatest military secret of the European campaign. |