French Collaborators with the Nazis

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the swastika between the naked breasts is a historical fact


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Yeah, but those men were just bullies. REMFs

Please,read my illustrated story
https://www.filemail.com/d/uwfnymekonvixkp

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That is some tale.

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Yeah, but those men were just bullies. REMFs

Please,read my illustrated story
https://www.filemail.com/d/uwfnymekonvixkp

Colla_01_bw.jpg

That is some tale.

By the way, do you know what a REMF is? It's a derogatory term US soldiers (front line infantry) used to describe "Rear Echelon MFs".

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This is a historical postcard or souvenir that an allied soldier could send or bring home. It may sound weird, but I envy the blessed unfortunate lady in this picture. I’m afraid it’s rather unlikely, but all the same I hope for her, that she is masochistic and exhibitionistic enough, to secretly enjoy her walk of shame, her social doom – as I do in my fantasies. I wonder in what order the fortunate little traitor was so excitingly shamed. She knew that she had to expect some ruthless ‘purification’ treatment, as the cheering mob dragged her out of the house. I would have been very excited in her place. Would my clothes be ripped off my body, or would I be ordered to strip naked and I would obey knowing that resistance is useless? If I could choose, I would prefer to be forced to perform an involuntary embarrassing striptease. With every piece of cloth that drops to the ground I expose my body more and more until I’m stark naked. I would shiver with agonizing shame and, to my horror, of sexual arousal. The merciless jeers of the mob would increase my shame and arousal even more. Different from the picture I would have to walk barefoot – why should a ‘Nazi Whore’ be allowed to wear shoes? If I may make a wish – I would really enjoy wearing a wicked little accessory: Can my hands please be handcuffed on my back? Oh yes, that feels great! Now I’m perfectly helpless, delivered to the vulgarity of the enthusiastically celebrating mob.

Now it’s time for a first amazing walk of shame. Oh my god, I’m walking stark naked in the middle of the street. I can’t hide my breasts and private parts, for my hands are cuffed on my back. The jeer of the crowd is deafening. I’m caught in a vicious circle. As worse humiliated I feel, as more my sexual arousal increases. The desperate fear, that the people might notice how wet I have become in the meantime turns me on even more…

Halve an hour might be a good duration for this first walk of shame. I have an unescapable appointment with the barber. A dishonorable traitor slut must be shaved bald, to stigmatize her for a long time. The barber waits for me on top of the scaffold which has been erected in the middle of a huge square. I’m forced to climb up a few stairs to the stage, where the next act of my doom will be executed. The barber leads me to a stool. The floor is covered with the cut off hair of my disreputable antecessors. Of course I know what’s in store for me. Hesitatingly I sit down on the stool. Besides my horror I still feel absurdly lustful. When I can’t stop my malicious makeover anyway, why not enjoy my ruination? I hear and feel the scissors, as they mercilessly cut off my precious long hair. I see it falling and adding to the hair, that is already laying on the floor. The mob jeers, and I shiver of lust and almost an orgasm. The barber finishes the destruction. He holds a hand mirror in front of my face and forces me to look into it. Of course I knew what sight expected me, but the grotesque bald head that looks at me from the mirror utterly shocks me. I see the tears dripping from the eyes of that ugly creature – then I feel these tears dripping on my cheeks. I am that ugly creature! And I’m so horny.

Sooner or later they will set me free I hope. I will walk home and seat myself, in whatever state I am, in front of the big mirror in my bedroom. No handcuffs will keep me from touching the randy whore’s wrecked body, and I will masturbate her into endless orgasms…

But first my uglification must go on. I still stand on the scaffold. The barber has a can with black paint or tar in his one hand, a brush in his other hand. I keep still as he decorates my naked body with the insignia of shame: A swastika on my forehead, and several other parts of my body. A Hitler cartoon on my belly. And most feared and desperately longed for: the word ‘P U T A I N’ (whore) on my décolleté.

Now I’m ready for my next walk of shame. I’m utterly dishonored, and have no dignity anymore. But I’m becoming more and more shameless and horny. My cunt is dripping, and everyone can see it. I wish this walk of shame would never end. The crowd is shouting ‘Putain, Putain’, and I wallow with relish in this cruel insults.

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AI of Dutch Moffenhoeren (Whores of the Germans)

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More Dutch collaborators.

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Moffenmeisjen, The German Soldier's girls.

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Moffenmeiden, the German Soldier's girls.

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Dutch collaborators paraded through the town by a jeering mob.

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