German Red Prince

A burly man walked up and patted Fred on the shoulder. Fred looked up at him in despair.

"Do ♂You♂Like ♂Van♂Game♂"

"Grass!!!!!!!!!!"!

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Then Obey Him

Grote is now tied to a pillar and orgasming, his mouth gagged by Heydrich. He's sitting there with his legs clamped together and his eyes rolling back. Who knows what he's thinking?

Heydrich is extremely agitated. Yes, agitated. This is the first time he has shown agitation since joining the Stasi. This is the first time he has encountered someone like this. This guy is fucking insane!

"What should we do?" Heydrich paced back and forth in the room.

"I'm going to kill him!" He gritted his teeth, pulled his gun from its holster, and headed towards the deeper part of the cell. Heydrich was going to shoot that guy; he'd never dealt with such a disgusting person before. This kind of person was German? Germany actually had people like this!

The more you torment this kind of person, the more excited they become.

You scold him, and he looks like he's enjoying it; you slap him, and he even starts groaning.

Heydrich also used the electric chair, the latest and enhanced version of interrogation equipment provided by Thorne, under which no one can survive for more than two hours.

Grote couldn't hold on any longer and passed out after a while, but he was even more excited after waking up, and he actually ejaculated!

Some of the interrogation staff couldn't help but vomit. Even the interrogators with such strong mental fortitude couldn't stand it; they had never seen such a perverted person.

The Gestapo officers who searched Grote's house were utterly shocked. The secret room hidden in the corner of the house contained an absurd number of torture instruments: whips, handcuffs, sticks, hoods—it rivaled the Gulag in its variety.

At first, the Gestapo thought this was a seemingly harmless but actually extremely perverted and terrifying killer. They even pulled up the police department's files on unnatural deaths and missing persons for the past five years to see if there were any clues.

However, no matter how hard they investigated, they couldn't find any connection between these people and Grote. There seemed to be some issues regarding the missing persons, but that wasn't the focus of the investigation at the moment; the Gestapo didn't investigate in detail, only taking the files with them.

The Gestapo kept a close watch on him, and the Stasi investigated diligently, only to discover that this guy was actually a masochist? All those horrific torture devices were used to torment himself—who would have thought!

They were dealing with this kind of person for the first time and had no clue what to do. They would use torture, psychological warfare, and all sorts of terrifying methods to make you spill everything you know.

Countless murderers and all sorts of deranged prisoners have stayed here for a few days and become as docile as kittens, revealing everything they know, before going insane and dying.

As it turns out, Grote acted like he was at home here, and he actually kept enjoying himself. All the methods used here were ineffective against him.

Heydrich locked him in a small dark room, but the guy just kept laughing inside, completely unaffected, as if he had just participated in an exciting event.

"Wait a moment."

Thomas called out to Heydrich, who was about to leave. He put his hat on the table, scratched his head, and sighed. This was indeed a tricky problem; they had never dealt with this type of person before.

But Thomas realized that they seemed to have fallen into a misconception. This person was not an ordinary prisoner, and they had been interrogating Grote using conventional methods. Could they try a different approach, such as yielding to him?

“Although it’s a bit perverse,” Thomas paused, then looked at Heydrich, “I have a method.”

As Heydrich listened to Thomas's method, his expression gradually turned ferocious, and the interrogator beside him also looked extremely pale, as if he was about to vomit.

"We are the Stasi! The sword and shield of the nation! We are here to protect the kingdom's safety! We must face all threats! Remember His Highness Thorne's words: never be afraid of any difficulties! Face them bravely! The best way to eliminate fear is to confront it!"

Thomas stood up; as the head of the Stasi, he had to set an example!

“Heydrich, I know you have a phobia of germs, so let me handle this interrogation.” Thomas patted Heydrich on the shoulder; he'd take on the dirty work.

"Thomas."

Heydrich looked at Thomas, whose face was resolute, and seemed about to shed tears.

He raised his arm and gave Thomas a solemn salute, showing him genuine respect for Thomas.

“Who’s coming with me?” Thomas asked the interrogator standing to the side.

"Reporting to the Minister! It's me!" An interrogator stepped forward, gritting his teeth. They were Stasi! The sword and shield of the nation! They could not back down!

"Minister, it's me!"

"I!"

"And I!"

......

Thomas looked at the interrogators who stepped forward and saluted them.

"You are all heroes of the kingdom, and it is an honor to work with you. The interrogation to come will be completely different from usual. This is also a typical case, and perhaps future Stasi will encounter the same problems. What we are doing now is to provide methods for the younger generation. This is the first time, and I understand if you can't handle it. Now, let's begin!"

Thomas was right. The entire interrogation process was meticulously recorded, including the micro-expressions of both the interrogator and the interrogator. No detail was overlooked. This textbook-level interrogation was stored in the Stasi archives, providing extremely valuable interrogation materials for future Stasi members and helping them to quickly handle similar prisoners.

This is the result of the interrogators' hard work. The younger generation will never know how these Stasi interrogated Grote back then. These files were compiled by ten recorders, and each link is signed by their unit because one person simply cannot bear it; after recording for about five minutes, they will not be able to hold back their vomiting.

It is said that the interrogators suffered varying degrees of psychological damage after the interrogation. They underwent three months of psychological counseling, and when Thorne found out, he granted them a year's leave.

However, the psychological trauma from that interrogation was deeply etched in the hearts of every interrogator, and they would never talk about it to anyone, including Thomas, who never mentioned it.

Everything we know now comes from that file...

Recorded in: 1927

Interrogated person: Grote

Interrogators: Stasi Chief Thomas, and five interrogators.

Stasi Bureau Warning: Access the following content at your own discretion. Do not view unless it is a similar case. You will be solely responsible for any consequences arising from unauthorized access.

Signature on sealed file: Chief Stasi, Thomas.

Grote was still tied up and being interrogated, groaning and rubbing against the pillar.

Suddenly the door opened, and Thomas and five interrogators walked in. Unlike usual, these five tall, burly interrogators were all wearing hoods and only underwear; they were completely naked.

Thomas sat in the interrogation chair, surrounded by several interrogators, each holding a stick or whip.

Grot was immediately excited when he saw the armed and scantily clad interrogators, and his penis slowly began to rise.

That's exactly the effect Thomas wanted. Since he couldn't get an answer from him, he might as well go along with it, let him feel so good that he lost his mind, and then ask him a question when his mind was blank and he was off guard, so that he would answer what Thomas wanted to know.

A group of burly men surrounded Grote, who had been stripped naked. "You're a pervert, aren't you? Well, I'll be even more perverted than you!"

A specially made chair was pushed up, and you could tell from his lower body that Grote was fully in the zone at this point.

There was something stuck in the chair? A stick? Grote was thus forced onto the chair.

"Ah~"

"yue"

The recorder couldn't take it anymore and ran to the side to vomit. Another recorder took over, forcing himself to continue recording.

You want some excitement? Well, here's something exciting for you!

Thomas waved his hand, and the person next to him started operating the machine. The chair began to discharge electricity, emitting a buzzing sound.

"Hmph hmph hmph—haa ...

Grote screamed as he received the electric shock, but his voice clearly indicated he was enjoying it immensely!

"yue"

Another recorder couldn't hold back and went to the side to vomit. The next recorder gritted his teeth; he was the one suffering the most, but he had to persevere because the interrogation phase was about to begin, and what he had to record was crucial!

Thomas, suppressing his discomfort as he looked at Grote, who was beaming with ecstasy, was about to begin the interrogation.

Chapter Sixty: Quite sturdy, isn't it?

"Grass!!!!!!!!"!

Hearing the screams coming from the earpiece, the Stasi outside took it off; he simply couldn't bear to listen any longer.

He couldn't imagine what Fred would suffer next, or what kind of agonizing torment he would endure.

"Team leader!" the Stasi gritted his teeth. "Team leader, let's go rescue Captain Fred!" He drew his pistol, cocked it, and prepared to rush in.

"Team leader! Give the order! We're going to rescue Captain Fred!" The Stasi was waiting for the order to get out of the car. He was prepared to fight to the death; even if it meant his own death, he was determined to rescue Fred.

"Calm down! Don't act rashly! We're the Stasi! We can't let emotions get the better of us!" The team leader called out to the Stasi agent who was about to rush out and risk his life. "Put on your headsets! Our job is surveillance! Find every possible clue! Remember our mission!"

The team leader clenched his fists. He didn't dare to listen any longer, but he had to do it; he had to take responsibility for this operation.

"But......"

The Stasi agent wanted to say something, but in the end he just slammed his fist on the car door, gritted his teeth, put on his headphones, and continued listening.

Inside the house, Fred was in a very bad state. It was definitely more dangerous than the battlefield, but here he wasn't protecting his life, but rather his backside.

Music started playing inside the room, and the burly men began to perform a bizarre dance in front of Fred.

Fred sat on the sofa, his hands trembling as he picked up a glass from the table and poured himself a glass of gin to bolster his courage.

Several burly men wearing red headscarves and only floral underwear stood out. They were tall and their brown skin gleamed under the lights.

These people, with their chests out and upper bodies twisting, covered their genitals with one hand as they approached Fred.

Fred's heart was in his throat. He could only drink to ease his discomfort. What kind of weirdo was Grote? Why did he like this kind of thing? Why did he like this kind of performance?

The burly man dancing suddenly turned around, startling Fred so much that he almost spat out his drink. Don't do these jump scares; you're giving him a fright.

The burly men who had finished dancing surrounded Fred again, all staring intently at him. They were in such a tense atmosphere that they had no choice but to come up, or all their efforts would be wasted.

There's always a way out; things will work themselves out. Fred stood up, looking at the four burly men in front of him. He needed to make a quick decision and couldn't let these people hold him back.

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment, don't rush, we'll take it one step at a time, we'll play slowly," Fred said, sniffing and coughing.

"Oh yeah~"

Several burly men spoke in magnetic voices to Fred, then began to flex their muscles. "How about it? Pretty muscular, huh? You can choose."

"Just you."

Fred walked up to one of them and looked him up and down.

"Hey, you're pretty sturdy. Come with me." Despite his nausea, Fred teased him a bit. Actually, this guy seemed to be the smallest of the group, so it would be easiest to take him down.

"You guys wait outside. I'll call you in when I'm done."

After saying that, Fred and the man went into the small cubicle.

The scene inside this little house was even more "unbearable to look at". With so many props, how come city people play so elaborately?

"It's quite sturdy. Come on, let me take a look."

He pushed the burly man onto the bed, looking at him. Why had this man suddenly become so weak? What did this mean? What were they playing? Role-playing?

"No, Brother Gerrot (Grot's full name, Brangje Grot), no!"

"Huh? What's going on?" The Stasi listening outside was also full of questions. "What's going on? Why is that person shouting? What is Captain Fred doing?"

"Could it be? Could it be? Maybe? Possibly?" The Stasi looked at the team leader. "Captain Fred, he... could he be..."

The team leader glared at him, and the Stasi stopped talking, coughed awkwardly, and continued listening.

Fred stepped forward and handcuffed the burly man's hands and feet. He hadn't expected the game to be so perverse.

"Ouch, what are you doing? Ouch!"

The big man shouted in perfect unison, making Fred feel his very soul tremble.

"Don't scream, the more you scream, the more excited I get." Fred laughed maniacally and put a blindfold on him.

"I like to do something exciting."

"Fuck!"

The Stasi outside couldn't accept what he was hearing. Did Captain Fred really have a hidden side? Was he a psychopath?!

The team leader's expression was also unpredictable. He had experienced too much that night and was feeling overwhelmed by the amount of information; his mind was struggling to process it all.

"Continue listening," the team leader said after a moment of silence.

Fred tied up the big man, blindfolded him, and then used the ring in his hand to prick the man's neck. After a while, the big man fell into a deep sleep like a baby.

"call--"

Seeing the burly man had stopped moving, Fred breathed a sigh of relief and sat down against the wall. Everything had been too dangerous.

That night was exhausting for him; he was constantly sweating profusely. It was definitely the most dangerous and thrilling mission he had ever experienced. Luckily, he was quick-witted, or he would have been in serious trouble.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Fred asked the Stasi outside through his headset.

“Hey, Captain Fred, we’ve been here the whole time.”

"Uh..." Fred stammered, "What I just said, you guys..."