Freedom Fighter Ch. 3

We were on the road within an hour hiking northwest along the road.
The wind had picked up a little as we were at a fairly high elevation.
In a few places the snow began to flurry, but we were warm as we
walked at a brisk pace. We spent the first night tucked away in the
woods. Dreng had built a small fire and a small lean-to protected us
from the cold.

The second day on the road we came to the town of Vinjesvingen and was
able to find a youth hostel just as the snow began to pick up.

We walked around the town holding hands and thinking up names for our
baby when we found a bakery, which was making fresh bread. The smell
was delicious! I was willing to just stand there and savor the aroma
but Dreng took my hand and led me to the bakery. This was before the
hard times, when food was still available.

"One loaf of bread and...some of that pastry there." Dreng pointed to
the apple tarts that had been on display.

The girl behind the counter placed our goods inside of a piece of
newspaper and then into a bag.

"Two Kroner." The girl said.

Dreng handed her the money.

"New in town?" The girl asked.

"Yes. We are on our honeymoon and going to my cousin's in Kinsarvik."
Dreng replied.

"You need to show your papers at the police station. The Germans
require it. If we all comply they won't bother us much." The girl
said. (The keeper at the hostel had failed to mention this when he
gave us a small room with two old cots in it. We had our sleeping
bags, so it would suffice for the night, even though I could not have
his skin next to mine, I could place the cot next to his.)

Dreng picked up our purchases and we walked across the to the police
station.

We walked inside and a Norwegian policeman greeted us.

"How may I help you?" He asked politely.

"We have just come into town and we were told at the bakery that we
need to show our papers." Dreng explained.

"Ah, yes. Thank you." The policeman said, still maintaining his
cheerful tone.

Dreng took out his papers. They were the ones he had been issued at
the refugee camp the day we were married. I reached into my coat and
handed mine to Dreng.

The policeman examined them. "Married?" He asked.

"Yes. At the camp where we had these papers issued to us." Dreng
replied.

"And how long are you staying here?" The policeman asked.

"Until tomorrow. We are headed to Kinsarvik." Dreng said.

"I see. But you are from Kristiansand." The policeman said.

"We have lost our families. I have family in Kinsarvik. An older
cousin. He is my only remaining relative." Dreng said.

The policeman nodded sympathetically. "Yes. We have lost many
countrymen this year."

He stamped the papers with vehemence and handed them back to Dreng.

"That is all. Enjoy Vinjesvingen." He said, then added, "There is a
bus that will take you to Laatefoss. From there you can take another
to Kinsarvik. The price from here to Laatefoss is five Kroner each
person. The bus leaves at ten in the morning."

"Thank you Officer. We will take the bus. It will be much easier."
Dreng said.

"Then you have enough money for the bus?"

"Oh yes." Dreng said and waved as he touched my shoulder and steered
me to the door.

"Now Aase we find some cheese and some pickled herring to go with our
bread!"

I had already pulled an apple tart from the bag and was eating it as
we stepped onto the street.

After having bought our food, we retired to the hostel. Dreng counted
our remaining money.

"After we pay for the bus, Aase, we will have spent twenty-two Kroner.
That leaves us with sixty-three. That should last us for some time. We
must be frugal though." He put the money away as I was eating my third
tart.

"Dreng, I can't believe how much I eat!" I said.

We had bought some goat's cheese and a large tin of pickled herring,
some dried fish, and some ham. Dreng had already finished. He was
full.

"Aase you eat for two." He said and lay back on his cot. He was deep
in thought.

The wind howled outside and the snow was falling steadily outside. We
were warm in our small room as I continued to eat a nibble here and
another nibble later.

The bus ride Laatefoss was uneventful. I had slept most of the way.
There were three others on the bus with us. A woman with a baby, and
an elderly couple who were going to stay with their daughter. Their
home had been in Honefoss and had been destroyed.

It was dark when the bus pulled into Laatefoss. German troops were
everywhere, headed south. They were from one of the mountain units
that had seen heavy fighting up north.

As we entered the terminal, policemen were busy checking our papers. A
German supervised their every move.

As Dreng handed his papers to the policeman, the German came over and
took the papers from the policeman. He took mine as I offered it to
the policeman.

"You two will come with me." He said. Our rucksacks were taken from
us.

Dreng looked stunned and I had to hold onto his arm for support. So
many things went through my mind as the German led us into a room in
the back of the bus station.

"Wait here." He said, still holding our papers and closed the door.

In a few moments the door opened and Dreng was taken out. I remained
alone in the room.

Only a few seconds passed and the door opened again. A German in a
black uniform walked inside with my papers in his hand.

"You are Aase Larsson?" He asked in perfect Norwegian..

"Yes." I replied, "I am she." I spoke in German.

His face brightened and he smiled. But his eyes remained cold and
piercing.

"And you are married to Dreng Larsson, the man that was with you?" He
asked.

"Yes. I am his wife." I said.

"Now, you will tell me where you are headed and for what purpose. I
see these papers say you are from Kristiansand, in the south?" He
asked.

"Yes. Our families were killed in the fighting. British bombers bombed
the city trying to destroy the docks. We are headed to Kinsarvik. My
husband has a cousin there." I replied.

"And this cousin. What is his name?" The German asked.

"Doktor Harald Larsson." I replied, still speaking in German.

"Ah. Now tell me. Really. What is your real reason for traveling to
Kinsarvik?" The German asked. His temperament changed immediately as
he slammed his hands on the table that I was seated at.

I jumped. My eyes opened wide in terror.

"I have told you the truth." I said.

"Very well. We have all night to find out the real truth." He smiled
and added, "I too can play games, Frau Larsson!" He spat out my name.

A hand reached across the table and grabbed my throat.

"I do not believe you. Frau Larsson, I believe that you are going to
Kinsarvik for perhaps some other reason. Perhaps to escape with your
husband to England. Ja?" He asked.

"No!" I said as emphatically as I could.

He let loose of my throat and stepped back.

"And why not? If my country had been invaded I would want to run to
fight again." He said.

"I do not want to join the English. They killed my mother. It was
their bombers that bombed our city. Not German."

"Ahhh...so you side with the Germans. Yes?" He asked.

"I side with no one. I am neutral. As my people were neutral before
the British and the French drew us into the war!" I said, remembering
what Dreng had told me so long ago.

"Yes. That is true. Just as the Germans were forced into the war by
them. Ja." He smiled and patted my hand.

He began to pace the room then turned towards me.

"You will take off your clothes. I must check them for contraband." He
said and stood away from me.

I took off my jacket and set it on the table.

"Your sweater, shirt, shoes and pants." He said, "On the table so I
can examine them."

I complied, standing only in my long thermal underwear and stockings.

He looked over each item. Checking the seams and examining for hidden
papers, and so on.

"The rest of your clothes." He said.

I stood there stunned. Not wanting to comply.

His hand reached out and struck me hard across the face.

"NOW!!Frau Larsson." He screamed at me.

I was knocked backwards and hit the wall hard and collapsed on the
floor, sobbing.

"I am waiting and you will obey." He said as his hand reached to his
holster. He pulled out a pistol and cocked it.

"You see, I have no problem putting an end to all of this fuss right
now!" He leered. His eyes gazed at me with evil intent very plain for
me to see.

I stood and removed my socks and placed them on the table. Next I
pulled off my long thermal shirt and laid it out. He looked at my
breasts and smiled.

As I removed my long thermal underpants, he nodded at my nakedness.

"Yes. I can see why you are married already. You would make a
good-looking wife for a German soldier." He said as he inspected my
underclothes after he holstered his pistol.

Satisfied that I was not carrying any weapons or contraband, he
touched my face.

"You are a newlywed, Ja?" He asked.

I nodded. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"Then perhaps I should make it my business that you bear our beloved
Fuhrer a child for the German cause." He suggested.

I trembled as he turned me around until the table where my clothes
were, was at my back. He pushed me backwards and I was laid out
roughly on top of the table. With his hand over my throat, he undid
his pants and allowed them to drop down. When he had exposed himself
he roughly spread my legs apart and pushed himself into me. I bit my
lip to stifle a scream. I was certain that he had no problem slapping
or beating me. As he pumped against me, the pain was unbearable. I was
not ready for this invasion into my body. Within a few seconds, his
whole body trembled as I felt him empty his seed in me.

I sobbed softly as he stared down at me.

"That is much better. Yes?" He asked me. I turned my head away from
him. Not wanting to show him the hatred in my eyes.

He let loose of my throat and grabbed both of my hands and raised them
over my head until they lay either side of my head on the table. He
bent over and kissed the cleft between my breasts. All of this time,
he was still inside of me. I could feel him grow harder inside of me
and soon he began to move against of me as he raped me again.

Much to my shame, my body betrayed me. I began to breathe faster and I
even heard a moan escape from my lips as I was taken against my free
will. When I climaxed, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

Again the German climaxed inside of me and his demeanor towards me
became a little less threatening. I lay still; sobs wracking my body
as I silently cursed him and myself. He pulled up his uniform pants
just as the door opened and in walked another German in a black
military uniform.

"Ah Heinrich, I see you are interrogating a prisoner." He smiled at my
tormentor.

"Yes Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer." My tormentor replied.

"Is she dangerous, Heinrich?" He asked.

"No Hauptsturmfuhrer, she is now neutralized and about to be of great
service to our Fuhrer and Fatherland, Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer!"

"Ah. That is good. Let me have a look at our fair patriot, Heinrich."
The second German said and walked over to where I lay spread out on
the table.

I sat up and covered my breasts with a piece of clothing. The second
German scowled at me and slapped me across the face. As he did so I
sprawled across it, dropping my covering. As soon as I covered my
face, he grabbed me by my hair and lifted me up. As I screamed, a
fierce punch was landed in my stomach. My wind was knocked from me and
I went limp.

The next thing I remember was being roughly flipped over onto my belly
so that my back was exposed to him. My head was pushed roughly into
the pile of my clothes. I tried to breathe, but my head was held down.
A shoe dug into my cheek and my mouth was filled with my thermal
underpants. I retched and gasped for air.

I heard the two Germans laughing and joking as I was held down on the
table. Then I felt him enter into me. I was being sodomized! His
handsands dug into my shoulders, as the fire in my backside raged out
of control. I could not breathe and thankfully my consciousness faded
away.

I was huddled in the corner of the room sobbing, covering my breasts
with my coat when Dreng found me.

"Aase!" He cried and came to me. Sitting on the floor next to me, he
tried to pick me up but I tried to rake his face with my fingernails.

He drew back and grabbed my hands.

Gently he pulled me towards him and said, "Aase, it's me. Dreng!" He
spoke softly to me but I could detect who it was that was talking to
me.

I looked up at him.

"Dreng?" I asked. Then I recognized his face. "Dreng...oh Dreng!" I
sobbed. My shame was complete.

We spent the night at a hostel in town. The bus would leave for
Kinsarvik in the morning. I do not remember much of that night, nor of
the bus ride to Kinsarvik. But I do remember the terrible stomach
cramps I had on the bus. By the time we reached Kinsarvik, I was
doubled over in pain and I was bleeding from between my legs. When the
second German punched me in the stomach, he killed the child that was
developing inside of me. Dreng would have to find his cousin quickly.
My life depended on it.