The smell

Bosnia July, 1995 – A fountain

 

Boris approached a group of Dutch soldiers. He shortly greeted Fritz - a sergeant he had been drinking with after the Dutch general had surrendered without a single shot firing.

 

Ivan – his second in command just stood and looked at the five youngsters, the Dutch should have protected. However, instead of protecting them, it had been arranged that the Dutch would separate men and woman from each other turning the male over to Boris and his men. It was easier so. If Boris’s men should have done the job, panic would have risen among the Muslims. Now, still falsely believing that the UN-sanctioned Dutch would protect them force, the civilians let themselves be divided in small groups without protest.

 

“I am ready to take charge off the prisoners. I would recommend that you remove your men before we ship them to their final destination. Some of your men look innocent and there is no reason to destroy their naïve understanding of the world. “

 

“I do not mind what their destiny will be. Seeing it would not mean anything to me. But of course you are right. Some of my men are quite new out here.” Fritz waived to his men so they would return to their base.

 

Ivan commanded the youngster to go in front of him. When they had walked for about 15 minutes, Boris took out his handgun. “Would you like to be part of the fun?”

 

Fritz nodded. Born in a small town with the name of Nunspeet, he should have taken over his father’s tulip nursery, but he did poorly in school. He actually did not like gardening. The only part about tulips at all was the smell of the flowers. He was so good that he blindfolded could tell the different sorts apart. Eventually he wanted to become a flavour expert, but his poor academic performance stopped that. His younger sister made it. He hated her for it. She left town after high school and he only met her a few times after that.

 

Bitter and angry he joined the army and after some training, he ended up in Bosnia as part of the Dutch peacekeeping force. However, he did not feel much for the people, he was supposed to protect. He had, like most of his senior colleagues, been used to view the Russians as the enemy. He wanted to protect his home, his country. Not some far, remote and irrelevant county and the indifferent people living in it.

 

Ivan told the youngster that they have to wait for a truck to pick them up. In order to prevent them from running, he would tie them with their hands on their back. They became a little nervous but Fritz assured them that it was all right and calmly they let Ivan tie them. His Dutch uniform made them relax.

 

Ivan ordered the down on their knees. When they all were in position, Boris went behind the first of them and shot the youngster in his head. The other youngsters began to scream. However, Boris was not distracted. As a machine he shot another three before he stopped at the last surviving Muslim. “Should we make a fountain?”

 

They all nodded.

 

“Let me try!” Fritz stepped forward.

 

Fritz moved behind the remaining captive. He positioned him head just behind the youngster. Then he took a pause to enjoy the very little enjoyment, he had down here in Bosnia. He took a deep breath. Oh – he could smell the fear. The mixed smell of sweat running down the youngster’s body combined with the pee he had left in his pants. It was so good. This was what he lived for: Smelling new flavours.

 

“When are you going to finish him? We have not all day.”

 

“Just a minute: I also want something from this experience.”

 

Fritz took out his knife. His next move must be precise or they would be cheated for the sight of the fountain.

 

“SCREAM. Scream at loud as you can!”

 

But the youngster was in shock. Fritz reached out and took his knife and made a cut at the youngsters genital. It made him scream out. It was exactly the reaction, Fritz wanted. Quickly he sliced the youngster throat and they all got the result they wanted. Blood stood out from the youngster with a gurgling sound as a fountain.

 

“Nice work. We have to go now. Do not mind the bodies. I would send some men over and burry them.” Ivan and Boris left the scene joking and laughing. This safety area had been so easy to capture. Ivan mentioned Tuzla and Boris’s eyes showed the fear at once. When attacked a year ago the Danish troops had engaged in what the Danish called operation “Hooligan Bashing”. In just one day they had lost about 150 men without the Danish side losing just one. It could have changed the course of the war if the public had known the true number of casualties. They had to bury their men in secret.

 

It took almost a minute before the body of the youngster tipped over. Fritz maintained his position just behind him until that moment. This was also a kind of enjoyment. He could smell the blood. It had been quite an experience. He almost got a hard-on.

 

When he had cleaned his knife, he stood for a moment shaking his head “Stupid people, stupid county” and left.

Sarajevo August, 5 1995 – A hunter becomes prey

 

Ivan sat in an apartment with his sniper riffle. He had been drinking all weekend and had a headache. It would be nice with some simple targets before the column of truck from the relief agency did pass. He looked carefully down on the street and saw an elderly woman. She would have to do. He slowly positioned himself and aimed.

 

Just as he was ready to take hit shot, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw something blinking at a rooftop of a building nearby. He stopped and looked up. Then he felt himself being thrown across the room. For a moment, he was caught in surprise. He had been hit in his arm. It hurt a lot. Just as he was going to turn his head in order to inspect the damages he saw his arm lying on the floor a meter from him.

 

They had shot his arm off!

 

Slowly he tried to stand up on his feet. It was the last thing, he remembered.

 

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“Good shoot.”

 

Jensen was excited. It was the first time he had shot and hit another human being. Normally he only hunted ducks and deer but he had been approached by a former Danish officer, who had offered him a one-in-a-lifetime chance to hunt the most, difficult and intelligent animal to kill: Another human. It would cost him, but Jensen did not care.

 

He had paid the amount and had been flown to Bosnia with false papers. Another Danish officer had driven him into Sarajevo and had shown him up on the rooftop where he had been handed the riffle. Even the target had been pointed out to him. He just had to aim and push the trigger.

 

First he was nervous because they were out in the open. But asked why, they did not hide in an apartment; the Danish officer said that the riffle was a powerful Barret MK II. It could kill a man from a distance of 800 meters without problems, but when fired inside a building it would cause the ceiling to fall down on the shooter.

 

When he was ready to shoot, the officer moved away saying that a safety distance of 5 meters had to be observed. Jensen’s first shoot did not kill the sniper and he was both excited and a little bit scared. Would the sniper fire back on him? Then for some inexplicable reason the Serb sniper did make the mistake to stand up, which made it possible for Jensen to have a second shot. It made the snipers head smash like a tomato. Jensen could claim his kill.

 

For a moment, he was almost on his way to stand up and dance out of enjoyment, but then he remembered where he was. When he moved he also discovered that he had nosebleed and his arm hurt. “What the fuck?”

 

“Hurry! We have to move fast. You were not hit. It is only the recoil.”

 

Jensen took the riffle and ran down to their car with the officer.

 

 

 

Sarajevo August, 6 1995 – Good bye to a dear friend

 

“Oh - My dear friend -Those bastards”. Boris was in rage. On the stretcher lay his long-time friend Ivan or what remained of him. Most part of his head and some parts of his upper parts were missing like a shell had struck him. Ivan did not know who was responsible. He left the room accepting that he needed to get his anger under control or he could end up dead if he in a hot-tempered mood attracted some opponents, so he went to his new studio.

 

He could always whip the life out of some random peasant girl.

Sarajevo August 1, 1995 - The studio

 

Shortly after the events in July, he, together with Ivan met with Fritz a last time before Fritz had to return home to Holland. There was no demand for Dutch troops after their failure to protect their safe area, so Fritz would be stationed home just killing his time with one exercise after another.

 

As Fritz would have much spare time, he asked if they could set up a business together. Boris and Ivan should make the product and Fritz should distribute it across Europe. Their business was the making of snuff movies. It was an obvious choice because there were plenty of “actors” to choose among.

 

Together they build the studio outside Sarajevo in a barn. Present at the making of the first movie was beside the three of them, Günter – a former mercenary – that had helped Ivan from time to time and 5 young Bosnian woman.

 

Take 1: Electrical tit-torture

 

The young woman was dragged in the studio. Günter and Fritz – both hooded - tore her clothes of leaving her naked. They took her to some leather cuffs hanging down from the ceiling and hoisted her leaving her feet just a few inches above the ground. Fritz stopped for a moment smelling her fear. He put his head under arm and inhaled her smell. Oh – it was so good.

 

Günter came with some wired clamps. She cried out when he applied them on her tits. Günter took the control box and activated it. It was their first movie and at once her body cramped and smoke started to rise from her tits. “Damn – the voltage is too high.” Günter stopped at once, but the damage had already been done. The girl had passed out and hang limp in her restraints. They lowered her and took her to their custom-made oak chair where they cuffed her.

 

Then they repeated the process with the next girl. When Günter activated the power the girl began to scream and she pissed herself. For some minutes they shocked her and watched her squirm and then let her doze off for a minute or two before applying the next shock. Then they paused before they applied a clamp at her clit and inserted a wired metal butt plug.

 

Take 2: Electrical all over.

 

Ivan took a bottle of water and threw it at the poor woman. She woke and Günter applied the power in her lower region. Fritz had newer heard such a scream from a human as she stiffened as result of the electrical power. They kept the power on for almost a minute with the woman twisting and shaking. When they turned the power off, Fritz went over to the woman to check whether she had died. She was still alive barely breathing. Fritz took a deep breath. The mixture of her sweat, piss and burnt flesh was new to him.

 

He put his gloves on and took the plug out. A stream of faeces ran down on the floor. She had lost totally control of her body functions.

 

He looked at her face. She woke and stared with empty eyes at the crew. Fritz probed her cunt and found it quite wet. He then inserted a large metal dildo and went back to his fried. “Start and increase the power a little every 15 seconds until she is dead.”

 

Günter activated the control and once again she let out a cry and began to shake. Soon the smell of burnt flesh filled the room and smoke was seen rising from the woman’s clit. Her body trembled for the last time and they turned the current off and waited for her body to cool down before Günter checked her and pronounced her dead.

 

Take 3: Slow hanging

 

The first girl had slowly regained consciousness and began to groan in the chair.

 

Fritz came up with an idea.

 

“What about hanging her instead of grilling her? It could also be fun.”

 

“Good idea. I would make the necessary preparations.”

 

When they were ready Fritz threw a bucket of water on the girl in order to wake her completely. She began to cry out and Fritz took a gag-ball and inserted it in her mouth. They released her from the chair a dragged her to the execution spot. In order for her to have the right posture Fritz put an arm-binder on her. It was very tight and forced her breast up. Tears were pouring down her cheeks but Fritz continued his work.  He gave her a leather belt on. Beside a belt that went round her waist, it had also a strap going between her legs. Fritz took a butt-plug out of steel and lubricated it before he pushed it inside her. It made her attempt to cry out but the gag prevented it.

 

Finally he forced a steel dildo in her vagina before he tightened the belt. Fritz connected a D-ring at the end of the arm binder to a similar D-ring in the belt forcing her to stand up strait. Günter attached wires to both the plug and the dildo, which he connected to his control panel. At the end Ivan came into the studio with a wine barrel.

 

Together they supported her to stand on the barrel and put a noose around her neck. Ivan hoisted the rope so she stood on her tiptoes on the barrel.

 

“OK here is the game. If you succeed in standing on the barrel for 5 minutes without making it rolling away from your, we will let you go. If not and the barrel rolls away from your feet, you will hang and strangle.”

 

They moved away and Ivan said “Action.”

 

The poor girl did the best to maintain balance. They could see sweat coming from her forehead. It ran in her eyes, which were very irritating for her. Fritz took a feather and went over to her and touched her breast causing her to work hard to maintain balance.

 

Fritz was doing his best to make her fall, but she was very concentrated and managed to keep her balance. Four minutes had passed. Only one minute to go and the girl would be free to walk. Then Günter activated his ace – control panel. He applied an electrical shock to the butt plug causing her to jump. By pure luck she managed to land on the barrel. “She is going to get difficult,” he thought.

 

“Plleee!!!” She tried to plead for her life, but the gag made her message unintelligible.

 

But when he applied a shock to the dildo, she lost balance. Her eyes opened wide with horror and she started twisting around with a gurgling sound. Her legs went I direction of the barrel just it was out reached and rolled further away from her. Then she began to make her final dance. Her legs went wild and at the same time a purple colour began to show in her face.

 

With a painful look in her face her pace began to slow down. When she was almost unconscious, she peed on the floor. In the end only a quivering were seen at her body.

 

During the entire take Boris had sat in the corner smoking a cigar. When it was clear that there were no life left in the girl, Boris went over and put out his cigar on her bare skin with hissed sound just because he wanted to be 100 percent certain that she was a goner. Fritz also came over. He just had to smell the flavour of the burnt flesh.

 

Dinner and relaxation

 

“It was hard work. I never thought it would be so hard to make a movie. Let’s have some lunch!”

 

They all sat down and dined. “What about the other girls?”

 

“What you don’t achieve today, you do tomorrow!”

 

“I have to report to my station tomorrow and I do not know when I am send back home.” Fritz was worried. His time in Bosnia had been so rewarding. He had developed as a person. No one would ever trust Dutch soldiers to guard anyone in the future after Srebrenica. The prospect of spending the rest of his life back home in barracks, was not the kind of future he wanted for him self.

 

After dinner Fritz put a collar on one the girls and took her up to his bedroom. He connected the leash on the collar to the bed frame and commanded her to give him some massage and she did.

 

“Could you not spare my life? I would serve you forever.”

 

“Are you sure? You don’t know anything about my demands. I can be very demanding.”

 

“I would do anything.”

 

“Anything??”

 

“Anything!!”

 

Fritz looked the girl over. Just under 6” feet. Trim body. Dark hair. She could be something to work with.

 

“Let’s sleep together. Then I would decide.”

 

They went into bed. First she let her tongue lick his scrotum; then she continued by giving him a blowjob. He thanked her and cuffed her hands at her back, so she would not escape and went to sleep.

 

During the night he woke by her licking his member. He released her and took from behind. When he came, he thanked her and cuffed her once more. He had made his mind up. She would be nice to have around at the farm. He knew his day in the army was numbered. He had to move on in life.

Sarajevo August 2, 1995 – New staff at the farm

 

In the morning he looked at the beautiful girl next to him. She would do nicely back in the Netherland. Some months before, he had received bad news from his mother. His father had been ill for some time and had passed away. Even though, he had not visited them a lot, he knew that he had to take over the tulip-farm, because the market for farm like his parents was not good. He hated gardening, but with a little bit of help, it could be bearable.

 

When she woke, he asked her “What is your name?”

 

“Lisa!”

 

“Do you have family?”

 

“I don’t know what happen to most of my family, but my two twin-sisters are still in the basement. We were five girls from our villages until last evening, when you took two of us. What happened to them? I heard them screaming.”

 

“I would not lie to you. They were used as sex toys. I do not know where they now.” Of course, he knew. But if he did not tell the truth, she would be more manageable. His greatest problem would be convincing his mates.

 

Still cuffed, he left her at the bed and went to Boris and explained his situation. “You can just capture some new ones. I feel that I can make good use of her and her sisters back at the farm. You have to take into consideration that we cannot duplicate the master-tape here and just ship videos out over the world. This country is still under U.N. Embargo. If I set up the duplication process in the Netherland, it is just the master-tapes, we have to smuggle out of Bosnia. By doing so, I would need people, which cannot tell the police anything. If take these girls with me and provide them with a false identity, they could not go to the police, because they would be sent back to here without a future. The Dutch authorities are very strict about these things. Whatever their destiny would be, they would be sent out of the Netherlands.”

 

“I would think about it.” Boris sat for a while. Then he pronounced: “It is OK. But you have to kill them, it something goes wrong down here. I would no leave any witnesses. Can you manage this?”

 

“Is my name Fritz?” They had an agreement.

 

Nunspeet August 15, 1995 – A plant is set up.

 

Upon arrival in the Netherland, Fritz did not waste time. He handed his resignation also as soon his feet touched the ground. None thought it was strange. The massacre was very shamefaced for the Netherland as a country. It would be a dark spot in the country’s history books.

 

His mother moved from the farm and a week later a truck came by driven by Günter. The three girls were cuffed and gagged in the trunk. They were very thirsty. Ann and her two sisters Betty and Julia were locked in a storeroom where he had installed water, a toilet and kitchen facilities. They have to eat and sleep in there naked.

 

After the girl had been locked away, Günter told him about the death of Ivan. Fritz was very sad but knew that it was an occupational hazard. They decided to go into town and buy some food and wine so they could have a formal dinner in the memory of their deer friend.

 

Back at the farm, they ordered Ann out and prepare the meal for them. Ann had some knowledge about work in the kitchen because she had helped her mother back home, so the steak was not so bad.

 

“You are lucky to have such a good staff. They just have to be broken in. Are you sure that you are the man for it.”

 

“Well, the twins are only 15, so properly would spare them for later. But Ann would be at my service at all times, when I choose so. Just to be to the safe side, I would buy two chastity belts for the twins, so they would be mine, when Ann is worn out.”

 

The next morning Günter left for Bosnia and in a couple of weeks a daily routine appeared.

 

Ann would sleep in his bed most of the nights wearing a collar. Whenever he couldn’t sleep, he took her and every morning during the winter, she had to drink his morning urine if he did not feel like leaving the bed early. Most of the days, he finally left his bed about 9 a.m.

 

After Ann was fitted with cuffs at her feet and wrist, which were connected chains she would start making breakfast. Then he went out to the storeroom, where the twins slept. He handed them some panties and boiler suits and cuffed them like Ann. 

 

Together they ate and while Ann remained in the house, the two twins had to work at the farm and in the small plant in the basement, where he edited the raw film sent to him from Bosnia. Once finished editing, the sisters handled the duplication machinery and made copies and packed them to shops all over Europe.

 

The sisters also had to work around the farm. Most of the days, they ended up in the kitchen about 8 p.m. where they had dinner. When they were finished, the twins were ordered out to the storeroom and told to undress, before he locked them up. Ann would be tied to his bed and they would start over the next day.

 

Two weeks after their arrival, Fritz suddenly realized that they newer spoke. He went to Ann and asked her why they were dump.

 

“When the soldiers entered our home, our parents were shot and we were all gang-banged in every hole, we have. Then even forced us to clean their dicks with our mouth after they had satisfied themselves in our end.  My sisters were only 14 years at that time, and they stopped to talk on that very day.”

 

Fritz was not exactly surprise and in a way it did not worsen his situation. If by accident, some passer-by would try to talk to them, they would not be able to sneak.

Mount Vis September 10, 1995 – Red wine and Boris’s demise

 

In a bunker on the side of the mountain, Boris and his men were about to drink a toast for their next attack. Since the unfortunate death of Ivan, Boris wanted to revenge his death. So he joined his men at the end of august in order to attach the Danish safe zone at Tuzla. They had used mortars at several attacks. In a single attack they were able to kill 37 people. But some U.N. public officer far away from Bosnia controlled the Danes, so the Danes could not strike back.

 

One of his men came with a bottle of red wine. “I could not find any champagne, so we have to settle with these bottles. However, the owner told me himself that it is a good quality just before I shot him.”

 

“OK, that is fine. Bring in the men and we should toast on the death of our enemies.”

 

His men came into the bunker and they all toasted for their good fortune in the upcoming battle.

 

Boris heard some gunfire and went over to look out of the gun skit. It was just some machineguns down in the valley. Just as he held his glass up to in order to drink from it, he discover something trough the glass.

 

He held his glass up in the front of his eyes. It was some ray of light coming from a hill nearby. “What is that?” Then he heard an airplane and realized.

 

“LEAVE THE BUNKER NOW! GO-GO-GO!!”

 

His men looked at him like he was crazy.

 

“They have locked a laser target marker on this bunker. We would die if we don’t run now.”

 

Panicked, they all ran for the exit, but it was small and only one man could pass at the time. Only two of the soldiers managed to leave the bunker before the first Harrier dropped its bombs. Boris died at once together with most of his men.

 

One of the escaping soldiers managed to fire a missile against the second Harrier, but it did not hit. He was killed off when the third plane - a F16 – fired its missiles against his position.

 

Across the valley, a Danish officer was very satisfied. Very different planes from various countries had wiped the entire top of the mountain out. Operation “Sugarbowl” was a success.

Nunspeet October 4, 1995 – Depression and the Stockholm syndrome

 

Fritz was sitting at his table in the kitchen. 10 empty beer cans were lying at the floor.

 

“Damn! It is not fair. What shall be of me? It can not be true.”

 

He had been expecting a new movie from Boris and Günter, but instead of some videotape, he had received a letter from Günter telling him about the death of Boris. Boris had been his mate almost since his first day in Bosnia. It was Boris that should arrange for the recording of the snuff movies. He should take prisoners among the girls and use them in the movies. Now he was dead and as if it was not bad enough everyone talked about peace in Bosnia.

 

Günter couldn’t continue alone and it was not his intention according to the letter. He had already left Bosnia in order to seek new adventure another place on the planet.

 

It was a catastrophe for Fritz. The duplication equipment had set him thousand of dollars back. The first movie had sold well, but without new movies in the future it very limited how many videotapes there was demand for. He could lose his farm

 

For days he sat and drank one beer after another. He had lost interest in Ann and the twins. But even if he had left her and her sisters going around without chains they did not try to escape. Finally one evening, when he lay in his bed drunk and dirty with puke down his shirt and wet trousers after having wetted himself, they all three came in.

 

They lifted out of his bed and dragged him to a prepared bath, where they washed him while his was half-unconscious and shaved him too. After bathing him, they dried him and dragged him to the kitchen where they served him one cup of black coffee after another.

 

When he finally was himself, he was a little surprised by their act. “Why did you help me? Why didn’t you run away?”

 

“Where should I go? Our family is properly gone? Our house was destroyed and even though you have cuffed us, you have not whipped us or raped us. You have been nice to us. We do not want to leave.”

 

It was a light in the ocean for Fritz. Now he could avoid fulfilling his promise to Boris about killing the girls when the operation stopped. Not that is matters. The only persons, who could be hurt if they went to the police was Günter and himself. Everybody else was dead.

 

So things changed around the farm. He managed to sell the duplication equipment and they just turned all their activities into cultivate new kinds of tulips. The money situation was tight, but for some time, they could exist until Fritz would come on to another source of income. Ann still shared bed with Fritz, but she was no longer cuffed and collared. The twin also moved from the storeroom to the house and they were hard workers in their silenced way.