Lyubka was arrested during a raid. In a gray dim cell of Romensky Gestapo, where she was pushed by a security guard, the girl was met by a woman of about thirty in a short skirt and elegant, but already spotted with a light blouse and a teenage girl in a simple calico dress. Both immediately rushed in with inquiries: what is their name, how many children, why is it here? - Years eighteen, name is Vorontsov Love. Auswais has forgotten at home ... here and ... But in general, how is it here? What for?

The woman, a beautiful, slim brunette, looked away. Lyubka sat on the edge of hard wooden planks when the bolt clanked. The guard, one of the policemen, could see, stuck his head in the door, indifferently stared at Lyubka.

- Get out!

The girl jumped up in fright, went out into the corridor.

- Walk!

In a spacious office behind a large writing desk decorated with a massive marble inkwell with lion heads, he sat, playing with a stack, a middle-aged German officer in black ironed form.

A few questions. The girl answers. She has nothing to hide. And, apparently, it is understandable and respectable Gestapo and the policeman on duty at the door.

“Can you let her go, Herr officer?” -

As if unheard, the Gestapo with his index finger beckons Lyubka to himself. The girl stops close to the table. Slightly leaning forward, the German touches the hem of Lyubkin’s dress in a stack, lifts him up. The stack slowly slides over the woman's stocking higher and higher, until strips of bare thighs, clasps of elastic bands appear, then pink knitwear of modest panties. With the tip of a short whip, the Gestapo man touches the girl’s pubis gently protruding under the linen. Something like a smile appears on a dry, pale face.

- Oh! You are a beautiful girl, Lyubov Vorontsova!

And he again leans back in his chair. All the red with shame, the girl straightens the hem, not knowing what to do next.

“I beg your pardon, Herr Globke,” after waiting a few seconds. the policeman decided to remind himself of himself - letting the girl go?

- Probably you can and let go, - thoughtfully pulls the German, - but a little later. Talk to the procedural with those two, and let Vorontsov see what happens for disobedience. Yes ... tell Gritsay to go check out, check the house at Fraulein Luba ...

White walls, high ceilings, barred window, folding screen, behind her bed. In another corner - a couch, covered with sheets. In a transparent glass cabinet - bottles, syringes, ampoules, on a small table medical instruments in an enamelled bath. And some elusive smell, the smell of horror.

“Sit there in the corner and keep yourself quiet while I do the interrogation,” commanded the policeman, who had fallen asleep.

Those two women were pushed into the treatment minute later. Natalia and her daughter Nina. Pale, haggard. Here, in the light, especially visible. The interrogation has begun. Lyubka didn’t really understand what it was about and what exactly the policeman was interested in. The words “weapons”, “leaflets”, “password”, some other words flashed ... It was clear that policeman George Kramaruk was waiting for a confession. And they were not. Sweaty from anger, he stared blankly at the face of a young woman, frighteningly straightening strands of hair tangled on her forehead.

- Undress! Well, it is alive! ... - unexpectedly the policeman snapped.

- How to undress? - still not understanding, Natalya asked in a falling voice.

An unexpected blow threw her against the wall. A thin stream of blood flowed from her broken lip. The woman straightened with difficulty, lifted the hem of her skirt with trembling hands, then pulled it over her head. Small eyes on the swollen face of the policeman narrowed into slits. With a gesture he showed what to do next. Natalya unbuttoned her blouse, sighing intermittently and ... quickly pulled down the most intimate part of the women's toilet. The man pushed her to the couch at the sides of which there were special belts.Throwing Natalya on her face, Kramaruk busily secured her wrists and ankles to her, examined the half-naked woman lying on her belly with satisfaction. Raised to the waist, the combination opened elastic - poured buttocks. The policeman touched the smooth white skin of the female butt and unceremoniously touched seductive roundness for a few seconds.

Then his hand slipped between them, fingering the "fur" in the crotch of a young woman. The man’s finger groped for an intimate entrance and roughly got inside, making reciprocating movements. Natalia jerked and tried to move her hips, as far as the straps allowed. The policeman pulled out his finger and straightened his back.

- Well, enough with you lyalyakat. This is Mr. Globke so kind. But not me!

The man walked over to the wall, where, as if at an exhibition, there were hung with a dozen different lashes, chose one of them. Swung it. The belt whip with a whistle cut the air.

- Well, let's get started?

The policeman winked slyly at the women who, in fright, stared at this instrument of torture. Kramaryuk with a sweep lowered the whip on the white buttocks of a young woman. From each blow, Natalia trembled, but did not utter a sound, but her butt first turned pink with the marks of blows, then red. After a few minutes, a heavy choking breath began to break from her lips, and after a while moans. Sensing the result, the policeman doubled his efforts until Natalya broke out the first cry.

- Oh! Aaaa!

Whistling whips, ringing slap on hot female flesh. Again the whistle again slap.

- Aaaa! Not! No, no! ... No more beating ... it hurts!

- Painfully? - the policeman hissed, breathing heavily from hard work, - and violating the “new order”, and joking in with the bandits?

Blood from the already dissected buttocks squirted against the wall, leaking dark droplets. The teenage girl, terrified, almost pressed her back against the wall, watched her mother being punished. Nina’s lips whitened and slightly shuddered. She tried to say something, but in vain. Lyubka's condition was about the same, but she experienced something else. When the wild cries of the tortured victim began to sound, the girl felt at first an incomprehensible excitement, and then for some reason a tickling between her legs. Almost without knowing what she is doing, Lyubka put her hand under the dress and began to touch through her panties. It was very nice. But then the screams stopped. Lyubka saw that the policeman unfastened the straps on the arms and legs of a woman. From the sweet feeling in the lower abdomen Lyubka almost did not understand. To her, as if through the veil, came the harsh words of a man. Now Natalya, swaying, gets up from the couch, he orders something to her, jabbing a finger at the wall, angrily pushing her onto her knees. Oh, that's what he wants! A naked woman kneels by the wall. Shivering with her whole body and fearfully squinting over her shoulder at her tormentor, she, obediently sticking out her tongue, hastily licks her own blood off the wall. Moves away for a moment, then, after a slap in the face, licks and licks again ... When the "work" is over, he falls weakly on his side. The man, looking suspiciously at the woman lying down, beckons Nina to him. A young girl hurriedly approaches, sits down behind a collision next to the policeman. He pours himself moonshine from a large pot-bellied bottle and overturns almost a glass, eating a slice of bread and a fair shmatochkom home lard.

- Do you want? - Oil eyes of a policeman glide over a fragile figure of a fourteen-year-old girl. - What are you, Mr. Kramaruk ... I do not drink.

Without listening to the girl, the man shoves a half glass of turbid, odorous fluid into her hand.

“Bread, or it will be with you as well,” a half-drunk policeman sneers, threateningly, with a glance pointing at Natalia lying motionless.

The girl's hand is shaking. Choking, she swallows a burning drink, part of which flows to her chin, a neat collar of the dress. He takes from the hands of men bread and hard onion. In front of the eyes of Lyubka Vorontsova, a vile sexual performance takes place. Nina is standing in front of an arrogant policeman, his hands are climbing under a short girlish dress ...