First up is a story I found a long time ago. The author is unknown as the original poster had found it as well. Enjoy:

3 Spies Beheaded by Nazi Germany.


This letter was found in the attic of a deceased German bookseller in Dusseldorf by his relatives, after his death in 1978. It was turned over to government authorities who kept its contents secret until recently. The document was hand-written and dated 25 February, 1935. It was signed only by the first name but appears to be from an executioner at Plotzense prison.


Dear Albert,

The traitors Irene Von Jena, Lea Niako and Katja Berbarian were all executed by guillotine between 7:00 am and 7:45 am on the 24 of February. The executions were kept secret. I was however in service from 4:00 am in the morning and did witness the complete proceedings. All three women were read their final sentence at 5:00 am in their cells. They all took it serenely. They knew what their ultimate fate would be ever since they had been forced to witness the public beheadings by axe of their friends Benita and Renate.

The matrons proceeded to cut their hair until the nape of their necks was clear. They then gave them the standard enema. The girls were surprised but relented when they were told they would otherwise completely soil themselves in front of the witnesses. Afterwards they escorted them to the showers and brought them back to their separate cells. To their surprise, instead of the usual execution smocks, they were all given long blacks capes attached by a small clasp at the necks. They were large enough that they could wrap themselves in and be warm and comfortable during the long wait for their actual beheading.

They were then told that they would all be beheaded by guillotine and not by axe. They seemed relieved and I can't blame them. The public executioner, Herr Grobler, is getting worse and worse and his loud drunken fits and arguments could be heard even in the death cells. I would not want a drunk to attempt to behead me with an axe. If that man isn't stopped soon he will make a real mess of some poor soul. I will be glad when that guillotine is in regular use.

Irene, Lea and Katja were all told they would be the first test subjects and they were informed that because of this they would be naked when executed so that all their bodily reactions could be filmed and analyzed in detail to see if the device needed further improvement. After the initial shock, they seemed to take this relatively well. Lea as a nightclub dancer and Katja as a model, were both familiar with being nude in front of people. Irene took it harder but relented when the girls mentioned to her the pleasant slightly erotic feelings they got from showing their naked bodies in public and they reassured her that she should indeed be proud of her superb body. They were then all escorted back to their respective cells.

Irene was the first scheduled for execution at 7:00 am that morning. My colleague Otto and I entered her cell at 6:50 am. She stood up and wrapped the heavy cape around herself. She refused the prison clogs and opted to go barefoot to the secret execution room. As we walked slowly down the corridor to the double bolted door, I couldn't but notice how fine and elegant her pink-soled feet were. She was truly an aristocrat from head to toe.

The guard at the door knocked and someone inside opened it. We walked into the black draped room. Comfortable chairs had been set along all four walls and were filled with high-ranking officers and civilians. I was surprised to see Hermann Goering and Himmler himself among the attendees. The other surprise was the presence of Goebbels who had at his arm the only woman in the room, his new Swedish mistress Kirsten Erickson; the one with the lustrous curly mane of blond hair all of Berlin was talking about.

The guillotine stood in the middle of the room. When she saw it and particularly the murderous raised blade shining in the lights, Irene shivered briefly. We escorted her to the base of the long smooth polished bench she would have to lay down and be slid forward on until her neck was properly positioned in the lunette. In this version of the guillotine, the bascule had been removed from the traditional French model.

I looked at her and gestured to pick up her cape. She was startled out of her silent contemplation of the blade that would soon shear her head off her shoulders and end her life. She calmly unfastened the cape's neck clasp and slipped the cape off her shoulders. There was a moment of silence as everyone contemplated the lithe magnificence of her body with its firm breasts jutting proudly out. Her aureoles were bright pink and her nipples were standing out erect from their center. She had a flat stomach, slim waist, wide hips and long perfectly shaped thighs and calves. Her bottom was nice and rounded with a deep ravine between her firm buttocks.

I beckoned Otto over and we gently each took hold of a shoulder and an elbow and helped her first lay down on the bench. As soon as she had lain down we slid her forward until her neck was resting comfortably in the bottom half moon of the lunette. That done I lowered the top half of the lunette down and locked it in place. Irene's neck was now completely encircled and she could only retract her neck as far as her chin.

We had not been deemed necessary to tie her hands and her arms were now resting on either side of her body. We each went to one of the three restraining straps. We fastened them in succession, over her back, her long thighs and her shapely calves, making sure they were tight enough but not uncomfortably so. I moved to the head side of the blade. Irene had kept her head down and was staring at the webbing, the leather strap that is supposed to catch and hold up her severed head. It was slightly low. I adjusted it up until her mouth nose and forehead were just touching it. It looked like a wide blindfold.

To ease her ordeal and not make her wait until the intense fear that would inevitably build up, I released the blade as soon as the adjustment was done. She was taken by surprise and only had the briefest time to attempt to retract her head before the shiny blade sheared through her soft neck leaving a long red smear on itself. Irene's neck was immediately surrounded by a halo of crimson spray. The webbing stretched a little has it caught the full weight of her severed head. Her tongue extended outward between her teeth and the tip started licking spastically the strap. The strap twisted slightly, her head tilted up and more blood poured out of her neck wound and splashed down into the catch bucket. The flicking motion of her tongue ceased after about thirty seconds. Some blood and saliva was now seeping out of the corners of her mouth and dripping down off the back of the webbing drop by drop.

I could hear the pulsed splashing noise of the blood being pumped out of her severed neck on the other side of the blade and dropping in the pool at the bottom of the catch bucket. I could see her body thrashing violently against its restraints. Powerful contractions were rippling across her side, straining in succession her strong buttocks, long thighs and elegant calves. Irene's toes were performing a dance all of there own splaying out and then bending and unbending in succession. Her hands were closing and opening violently. The contractions subsided replaced by occasional deep shudders and twists of her torso. After a further two minutes, all became quiet and Irene now looked as if she were asleep except for the fact that her tongue was sticking out from between her open lips. I buried my fingers in her hair to get a good purchase and raised her head up high presenting her face in succession to all sides of the room so that all the witnesses could vouch that they had seen her head severed from her body

"Irene Von Jena has just been decollated before your eyes for the crime of treason. Justice is done!"My friend Otto picked up a silver platter placed at the base of the guillotine for this special execution and approached me. I wiped her lips, chin and nose with a small washcloth and I then carefully laid Irene's head sideways on the platter. Some blood was still seeping out of her neck and pooling very slowly at the bottom of the platter. Otto raised the platter and went to hand it to Himmler first. He kept the platter and it started circulating around.

I went back to the bench and unfastened the straps from her headless body. I pressed down hard on her upper back and neck stump in a motion that was exactly like a massage. I wanted to make sure she was as drained of her blood as possible to minimize the inevitable stains on the rug she would be displayed on. Otto grabbed her ankles and I took hold of her wrists and we lifted her inert form off the guillotine bench and carried her over to the rug that was lying on the floor in the far corner of the room. Between us, her body formed an elegant arch of flesh that swung slightly left and right as we walked over to that corner of the room. Her beautiful breasts swayed sideways to the rhythm of our steps.

We laid her down gently with her legs fully extended. At first her arms extended out from the end of the rug. I took her wrists and folded them back towards her neck stump and crossed her limp hands one over the other. She looked like a bather lying down on a beach to suntan while cradling her head in her arms, except that she had no head, only a long neck stump from which blood and fluids slowly leaked out onto the rug in a red pink froth.

I told Otto to go fetch Lea Niako from her cell. I would finish the cleaning and preparation for her execution myself. As I was turning the handle of the spool to raise the blade back up. I stopped when the cutting edge was at eye level and locked it in place with the ratchet and pail mechanism. There was a long streaky crimson stain on both sides. I wiped it cursorily off only taking care to clean the cutting edge itself to prevent drops from forming and dripping down on Lea. I then raised the blade completely up and locked it in place with its real retaining pins. Once that was done I disengaged the ratchet and pail mechanism on the spool to allow the rope to play out at full speed when in a few minutes I would release the holding pins and the sharp edged blade started on its journey down to sever Lea Niako's head off her sumptuous shoulders.

While I was doing this, a black SS lieutenant was kneeling on the floor by the drain and putting the cover on a metal jar that had been positioned directly underneath the blood chute and over the floor drain to collect all of Irene's blood. Her name -Von Jena- was written on the tag taped to its side. He gestured for me to proceed and I took the cleaning hose attached to the side of the guillotine and started to wash down the lunette, the drain channels, the webbing and the catch bucket. Once most of the blood was gone, I grabbed a towel from a pile near the wall and dried everything summarily, paying however particular attention to the webbing strap, as Lea's face would soon be resting on it.

As soon as the water had stopped flowing the SS lieutenant opened and positioned a second metal jar under the blood chute with Niako written on its tag in red letters. This strange procedure had been requested by Himmler who had also ordered that the bodies and heads of the three women be thoroughly washed, wrapped in sheets and sent to his country estate for a special ceremony. He reassured the warden who was worried about his orders to ensure that the bodies of the traitors be completely incinerated by promising him that their bodies would indeed be properly destroyed. The warden relented, as he knew full well he could not question Himmler's orders without risking his very life.

I had just finished and thrown my soiled towels in a wicker basket lying along the far wall when I heard the door opened. Lea Niako, the former nightclub darling of Berlin entered barefoot like Irene had been and tightly wrapped in her black cloak. Lea took one look at the blade and seeing some of Irene's blood still on it, blanched momentarily. She recovered her composure almost immediately. She took one long look around the room stopping briefly with a sharp intake of breath when she saw Irene's headless body displayed on the rug and her head on its silver platter resting on the floor nearby. She moved to the end of the bench and quickly took off her cloak and let it drop to the floor without ceremony. Her lithe tawny compact dancer's body with her pert hard breast gloriously crowned by their small brown colored nipples, her firm stomach and her long athletic legs were already familiar to almost everyone in the room from their attendance at her public and private performances, the exception being Kirsten Erickson.

She looked at Otto and said, "Lets proceed quickly please! I am cold. I will nod when I am ready."As for Irene we rapidly slid Lea in place, locked the lunette and tied the straps. The webbing strap was already in the correct position and I did not have to adjust it. I moved over to watch the top of her soft brown mane. "We are ready when you are Miss Niako."

I could see her taking slow deep breaths. She was stretching out her toes and feet as if she were on points and relaxing. She was slowly closing and opening her hands. She wanted to fully taste the world one last minute and feel all the muscles of her well trained body respond one last time to her conscious bidding. She took in one last breath, released it, pointed her toes out; bunched her fists hard and nodded. The blade swished down quickly and stopped with a loud band at the end of its deadly course. A fine spray of blood instantly surrounded her neck.

The effect of the decapitation on her tense body was almost electric in its intensity. The muscles of her back and buttocks contracted abruptly and her body started to arch itself up against the bindings. Her calf muscles tried to lift her lower legs up while her toes kept rigidly pointing outwards. Her buttocks kept contracting and relaxing in quick succession. Her fist stayed closed. After a long excruciating minute of this, a deep shiver seemed to run through her headless body and her lower legs and feet started a thrumming motion as her overtaxed nerve ends finally burned out and fired off random impulses to her finely honed muscles.

Her head had rolled on its side on the webbing. Her eyes were opened and her pink tongue was protruding out from between her teeth. As the blood drained further from her neck wound, her eyelid partly closed giving her face a sleepy appearance. As her consciousness mercifully faded away, her frown faded and the wrinkles disappeared from her forehead. I went over and pick her severed head up by her remaining hair. As I did this, I closed her eyelids completely with my index and forefinger. I raised her head high up above my own head and presented her peaceful face to the witnesses on all sides the room. "Lea Niako has just been decollated before your eyes for the crime of treason. Justice is done!"

Things now proceeded as in Irene's case. I wiped most of the blood of Lea's face and installed her head on her silver platter. This time Otto presented it to Goering to look at and start passing around. Lea's body was lighter than Irene's and I grabbed her by the armpits instead of by the wrists. We laid her down beside Irene but her arms were lying extended back on either side of her body instead of folded. Her tawny darker skin contrasted with Irene's pale pink body tones. The difference somehow made one feel that they were each more naked than before, perhaps because it drew the attention directly to their exposed skin.

As Otto went to fetch Katja, I waited for the SS officer to seal Lea's blood in his container. He gave me a nod and I prepared, washed and dried down the death machine one more time for her last use of the day. The blade was locked in place and the open metal blood container with a tag marked Berbarian was properly positioned under the blood chute and ready to be filled by Katja.

She entered the death room. Much to my surprise she was already completely naked. She looked at me and said:"I refused to wear this silly rough cloak of yours. I am a model; I am used to and like being naked. Besides, I really wanted to feel the air caressing my skin for as long as possible one last time."She looked and saw the bodies of Irene and Lea side by side on the rug and their heads on the nearby platters

"May I go see them? I am curious as to what I will soon look like."I nodded and she walked over to stand beside the display rug. She looked for a long time at her friends and finally turned towards me. In a bitter voice literally dripping with irony she said:"They are lovely, but I will definitely improve the spectacle. I hope you all thoroughly enjoy it. I am sorry I won’t get to see it personally."

She went and stood at the end of the guillotine bench, extending her arms slightly out to give us an easy purchase. She was at first surprised when I motioned her to turn around and face away from the blade. She was however very smart and instantly realized what was to happen. She would be beheaded face up so that the cameras could film for the record all the expressions on her classical face as her head separated from her magnificent body. We helped her lay down on her back and slid her in place. I locked the lunette for a third time that day. I moved and put my hand under her head while I raised the webbing up until her head was slightly tilted upwards. This angle would ensure that her severed head would slip back towards the blade and stay on the webbing instead of falling into the catch bucket.

Otto and I moved on either side of her and gently took hold of her arms. "Aren't you going to attach those retaining straps?""No Katja. They want you to perform your death dance unimpeded. They want to enjoy your performance to the full. You are the last one of the day and they have all the time in the world. Otto and I are merely here to prevent your body from falling off the bench and your neck from pointing away from the cavity and runnels because we have strict instructions to collect as much of your blood as possible."

"Wait for my signal please. I will squeeze your hand when its time. I would like to keep as much dignity as possible."

I nodded my assent. Like Lea, she started to breathe in slowly and settle her body down. She stretched her long lithe legs a couple of times. When she was finally ready, I saw her first close her eyes. Then she briefly wet her lips by passing her tongue over them. She pointed her toes out like Lea and I felt her arm muscles bunch slightly while her hand squeeze mine firmly. I released the blade.

Following our instructions as soon as I saw the crimson collar of blood spray around her neck I let go of her arm and just stood by ready to prevent her now headless body from falling off the bench. Her freshly released torso reared up but stopped while still not far from horizontal. It stayed there while her severed neck started spurting blood in long pulsing jets. The blood kept splashing against the top of the structure holding the blade that had just decapitated her and flowing back down to the central draining channel. As it was still being collected both Otto and I left Katja to her own devices.

Her torso slowly came back down to rest on the bench. Katja body then started to arch raising her pelvis upwards. Her severed neck actually started to point down into the collection channel. After this massive contraction her body relaxed one more time. Profound muscle tremors began moving down her body twisting her torso and forcing her legs open. Her calves were now off the bench and her legs bent at the knees until the heels of her soft elegant feet rested against the rough floor. Powerful contractions rippled along the muscles of her inner thighs forcing her dripping wet labia successively open and close. She looked in the throes of passion. Her body seemed to be having a final orgasm. After about thirty more seconds of this, the heels of her feet started to thrum against the floor as her nervous system finally decided to shut down in a random explosion of spastic motion. Silence filled the room for a few seconds and then, starting with Goebbels himself, I heard applause coming from everyone. Goebbels was looking flushed and holding Kisten's hand tightly

"Magnificent. What a superb creature she was!" For the last time today, I picked up Katja head. She looked completely at peace. I gently cleaned a little blood from the side of her mouth. As she had been face up all the blood and fluids had drained down her windpipe and out of her neck stump into the catch basket. I presented her face to all the witnesses in succesion

"Katja Berbarian has just been decollated before your eyes for the crime of treason. Justice is done!"

As soon as I had deposited Katja's lovely head on her silver platter Goebbels beckoned it over impatiently. As he held the platter in his hands Kirsten touched what was left of Katja's fine blond hair mane and touched her own hair to see if it was coarser. After all Katja had been a much-adulated model. She was soon satisfied that her own locks were up to her standard. She touched Katja's lips and her cheek curiously to check the smoothness and texture of her skin. Again she found herself competitive.

Otto and I gently picked up Katja's still magnificent body and laid her down on her stomach beside her friends. Her pubis was still swollen and wet and her labia glistened between her slightly open legs. I looked back and saw the SS officer sealing the last of the blood containers with Berbarian written in red ink on the tag attached to it. He nodded to me and I went back with Otto to clean the guillotine thoroughly.

We now had enough time to do the job properly, as Katja's execution was the last. I could see the guests gathering in a group around the bodies and heads. Some were bending down to run their hands slowly over the helpless corpses. One even inserted his index and forefinger inside Lea Niako's vagina to check the commonly told story that the bodies of all beheaded women, because of the shock of the severance of the main nervous pathway of the body, showed the same physical symptoms as when they had an orgasm. They even finally turned the bodies over on their backs to take one final lingering look at their wonderful torsos. The official Gestapo photographer was taking pictures of the proceedings for their secret records of the executions.

The guests were finally gently herded out of the execution room a full hour after Katja had been decapitated. The same SS officer that had collected the blood came over to me and said:"Take their remains down to the prison morgue, clean them thoroughly and wrap them in sheets and bring them to the back door on stretchers. We will pick them up in an hour."

"What will you do with them?"

"They will be the stars of a very special ceremony to be held at the country estate of our leader Himmler. It's a ceremony that we can rarely stage because, shall we say, of the lack of adequate material. Tonight will be extraordinary. They were all exceptionally beautiful. Now don't ask any more questions and do as you are told. One hour, not one minute more. Is that clear?"

One hour later, faithful to their word, a small military ambulance picked up the bodies of your three agents. I did not pursue the matter of their ultimate fate as I have the distinct feeling I would be thoroughly investigated on the spot. I have rarely been as disgusted as I find myself while writing the events of today. I appreciate the chance to relate these events to you, but please keep them secret, for both our sakes.

Yours truly,

Hans