In a world torn by wars and civil discontent, author, Jules Bergmann illustrates an event from the middle 1940's that sheds light on the problems of today. He tries to open the eyes of the reader to the brutal savagery of the war in Vietnam, by paralleling events from the end of World War II that crushed the innocent German citizens of Berlin into submission.
In Rape in Berlin he leads the reader along the paths of three young German women, who suffer the fate, albeit brutal, of all women of all wars of all time. They are the innocent and helpless victims that in the end always seem to suffer most, whether it be from the loss of brothers and loved ones, or from the indignities they must suffer at the hands of the victors.
Three ordinary housewives, in extraordinary circumstances, care about their lives, their husbands and their country. The war has sickened them, but they all do their part to help as civilians. But when the Soviet army invades Berlin from the east, they are completely helpless at the hands of brutal Communist soldiers whose compassion is virtually non-existent.
During little more than twenty four hours the girls find themselves caught and raped by vicious thugs in uniform, helpless victims of the cruel truths of war.
Author Bergmann was among the first American soldiers to enter Berlin and knows well the horrors that the Communists inflicted on the innocent women of that stricken city. A man concerned with the betterment of humanity, he is currently engaged in an intensive study of the Vietnamese War, and tries to relate to the reader a comparison between the women there and those who have been the victims of the brutality of wars throughout history.
His story shows the savagery of the so-called civilized Communists who took control of most of Germany, and are engaged today in a struggle for control of Southeast Asia. The struggle there, as in Berlin, is one for tyranny and suppression, ordered by the same men who once occupied Berlin. God help our women if they ever succeed in conquering Asia and invading the United States.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
It had been three days since the air raid sirens had wailed their last cry of terror. The first forty eight hours of silence had been in anticipation of another air raid while the citizens of Berlin remained close to their homes huddled in air raid shelters as they had almost without let up for the last few months.
Crews of workers, both volunteer and conscripted, labored continually, day and night to clear rubble and search for survivors or bodies, though more often than not, they found only bodies in the ruins. Glorious Berlin was crumbling under the heavy heel of allied bombing and the Germans knew that the war would end soon, and they would again be the losers. They paid little attention to the booming voices over the radio and loudspeakers that proclaimed an impending Nazi victory. By noon on the third day of the bombing silence, however, rumors filtered through the city, slowly at first. Some said that the Russian army was nearing the eastern limits of the city. The news stunned Erika Heitelah when she heard it. She had grown up in a Nazi Germany, and now perhaps, she would have a chance to see its end.
She sighed to her friend, Karen after she heard about the Russians. "Perhaps we shall be free at last," she said. Karen knew what her companion meant. Since Erika had been a child she had known the meaning of fear. Her father had been against the Nazi uprising and protested openly. He had been murdered by Hitler's killers during the putsch of 1933 when the Fuhrer and his party had come into open power.
Her mother had told her of the horrible events that led up to his death and Erika was warned to shy away from the Nazis as they grew in strength, but never to resist them openly. She learned early that no good could come of war, especially a war started by a maniac.
But she found out-too late that her life could easily be controlled. In 1942 she had married Hans Heitelah. She was eighteen and he, only twenty, yet was already a corporal in the army and had been decorated twice for bravery. And though not a Nazi, believed in a strong nationalized Germany. He had, however, tested his courage once too often. The test cost him both of his legs and by the time the bombing ceased in Berlin he was a bitter man, aged far beyond his 23 years.
Erika suffered as much as he did, trying to soothe him and care for his needs. But there was too much tension between them, most of it caused by his crippling wound. It had rendered Kurt psychologically impotent and he had not made love to his wife in fifteen months.
Erika knew that the damage was only psychosomatic and tried to understand because she loved Hans and had vowed to stay with him for better or for worse and now that the war was nearly over she thought they might have a chance to recapture their happiness.
An image of Russian soldiers invading the city stayed in her mind as she and Karen worked to clear another house that had been destroyed. One corner of the stone structure still stood, though precariously and they worked quickly but cautiously in case either the building should suddenly collapse, or an unexploded bomb might be found. Several dozen workers had been killed or seriously injured in the last few months by bombs that had failed to explode upon impact and sometimes only the slightest jarring of rock would set one off.
The two women said little as they heaved and rolled the rubble aside. It was difficult work for anyone, but especially for women and Erika was not a large girl, though slightly taller than the average. Her shoulder length blonde hair was piled and pinned under a bandana to keep it reasonably clean as water was extremely critical at the reservoirs and bathing had become a most welcome luxury.
Erika's soft feminine hands were clothed in a pair of her husband's gloves in an effort to keep them as youthful as they had been before she had volunteered to remove rubble. The soldiers who stood guard over the conscripted workers would often take their eyes off their prisoners so that they might watch the slender legs of the lovely blonde girl as she bent to pick up another rock.
Karen, a year older than her friend, was just as luxurious to the eyes of the troopers. Her features, though hidden by the old tattered clothing she wore, were the talk of the guards at night in the barracks. She was slightly shorter than Erika, but her firm breasts were larger and her hips a little wider, though if exposed, would have showed no excess in their beauty. Both of them had been approached more than once by the young men with rifles. They remained polite, but aloof for there was no reason for either of them to talk with the German soldiers. The guards in Berlin were rear guard elite troops and most of them Nazis.
Karen's husband had been killed in Africa and she had no desire to meet any more men until perhaps the war was over and things had returned to normal.
Four hours had passed since they had heard that the Russians were nearing the city. Every worker at the building froze when they heard the first shots. For a moment the entire scene was like a macabre garden of statues, staring at the old building.
At the second volley, the guards sprang into action. The four soldiers quickly rounded up their laborers and shoved them into a nearby truck. If there was fighting they would be needed to defend the city.
The girls stood up as the truck sped away. They and the five other women, old and young alike, did not know what to do. The firing was obviously quite a distance away and there was no need to panic. Slowly, one or two at a time they began to leave the ruins of what had once been the beautiful house of a great German nobleman.
Erika and Karen walked away slowly, leaving their now useless labor behind them. "The rumors are true," Erika finally said. "The Russians are here."
Karen was frightened, but did not want to show her fear to her younger companion. Erika seemed calm though the danger was certainly almost immediate, said, "We should get home. Hans will worry."
The two girls started toward the house they shared with Erika's husband. Hans had sullenly agreed to the arrangement, though he barely knew Karen or her late husband. He kept mostly to his own room, while Karen and Erika each had theirs. "Do you think they are close," Karen asked. "The guns are getting louder."
Erika knew nothing about rifles or any kind of gunfire, but she tried to reassure her friend. "They must be at least half a mile," she guessed. "The rifles sound like they are firing in two directions.
Our soldiers will hold them for a little while anyway."
They continued to walk slowly as shadows began to fall in the streets. The overcast skies would bring a quicker twilight, even though the nights were short and the days long.
"We don't want to attract attention by making any quick movements," Erika said. "Someone might mistake us for Russian soldiers and we would be shot."
Karen laughed in spite of her fear. How could we be thought of as Russian soldiers she thought, looking at her own tattered clothing. Neither of the girls had had a new dress in months and most of what they did have had been obtained from one of the relief centers in the city. Germany was a poor nation now that it was losing. Both girls wore out of date dresses, possibly once belonging to the wives or mistresses of high Nazi officials. The skirts were old and torn, but obviously had at one time been very stylish.
The noise from the rifles was suddenly becoming more intense. Erika's heart had picked up more than a few beats. She was afraid, but not sure of what. There was not much possibility of her being shot, yet the prospect of death seemed real to her.
The gunfire had changed direction. Instead of coming from directly behind them as it had when it began, the shots could be heard from their left as well as right. Both girls knew that the Soviet troops were gaining a distinct advantage over the defenders. Without speaking they simultaneously quickened their pace in spite of Erika's warning a few minutes earlier.
As they turned on to Wagnerstrasse, Erika heard the clatter of military boots coming from a nearby alley. A shout told them that the boots belonged to German soldiers, but the tone of the voice was one of near panic. The girls stood motionless near a doorway, waiting to see what happened next.
Suddenly a uniformed corporal and sergeant ran into the street from the alley. They took positions quickly on either side of the alleyway and pointed their guns back toward the direction from which they had just come. A moment later three more German troopers ran into the street and got behind the corporal and sergeant. The men's faces were tight and their veins bulged in their necks from the fear and desperation of their predicament. Erika tried to hush Karen who had started to scream. Both girls were terrified. Erika watched intently as the sergeant issued an order to one of his men, who got to his feet and ran past the girls. "Get out of here," he said urgently, brushing Erika and nearly knocking her to the pavement. "The Russian beasts are all around."
Before the girls could move, the sergeant's submachine gun shouted its bullets down the long alley, echoing for blocks. The corporal and the other two men began shooting at almost the same time. The noise was almost deafening and Erika barely heard her friend scream. She grabbed Karen by the hand to stop her from running into the path of the Russian bullets that were whizzing from the alley entrance in answer to the surprise ambush.
"No. This way," she yelled, pulling the girl toward her. For a moment Karen stood, not comprehending, then allowed herself to be led as Erika ran toward the street from which they had just come. The gunfire chattered behind them as they entered the intersection.
Erika caught only a glimpse of the figures fifty yards to their right as she ran. Three shots rang out and the bullets ricocheted at her feet. Russians! she thought, still running. Three more bullets raced between the two girls as they reached safety on the other side of the street. The Soviets were advancing to flank the Nazis and surprise them with their own ambush and had seen the two fleeing women. They ran harder, hoping against hope that the Russians would be too busy fighting and would leave them alone.
Erika heard more firing behind her and turned her head as her feet carried her further away. In the distance she could see the Russian soldiers gun down the four Germans who had been only a few feet from her moments before.
She was afraid, much more than when the Russians had fired at her. She had had her first glimpse of the brutality of war at first hand and it was possible to understand a little of what had happened to Hans. Her legs carried her faster, but she no longer had to pull Karen. The older girl was running even more rapidly. The firing behind them had stopped but they continued to run. The two young German women sought the shelter of home. After a few minutes, Erika called to Karen, "We can stop now. I don't think they're following us.
"Good," Karen gasped between breaths, holding her heaving breasts. "I don't know if I could have run much further."
"We should be sure, though," Erika said, looking around her for a place to hide. She saw a small alleyway and pulled her friend with her. "Let's wait here and see," she said. "If more of them come, they won't be able to see us so easily."
The girls sat behind a row of garbage cans and waited. Erika was trying to comprehend the horror she had witnessed minutes before when her own countrymen were gunned down by the invading Russians. She could not remove the picture of the young sergeant falling violently to the pavement as he was hit. It was war, but her countrymen were dying, not the enemy. She wondered if the Russians would be more cruel than she heard the Nazis had been to their captive nations.
After forty-five minutes of waiting cramped behind the garbage cans Karen asked, "Do you think it would be safe to go home now?" They had heard no more firing since they had hidden, and she thought perhaps it was over.
"We can try," Erika answered her friend. "It isn't far."
Cautiously the girls rose from their hiding place and stole slowly and quietly toward the street. A glance around the corner showed Erika that it was empty. No sounds came from the cobbled streets of the older eastern part of the city. A deathly,' eerie silence had settled momentarily around them and they rushed to take advantage of it.
Keeping close to the sides of the ruined brick buildings, the girls walked toward their home three blocks away. The further they walked, the more swiftly they made their pace and within sight of the old brownstone house that Erika and Hans had inherited from his parents, the girls broke into a run, confident that their safety was insured.
They burst through the door and closed it with a bang, securing the locks. "Erika?" Han's harsh voice called from the study. "Is that you?" He rolled his wheelchair into the hallway and looked at his heavily breathing wife and her perspiring companion. "What happened," he asked.
"The Russians," Erika gasped. She was leaning against the heavy door. She had lost her scarf and her long flaxen hair hung limply down over her shoulders and across the rise of her firm, full breasts. She held her hand to her side trying to stop the ache. Running the last block to the house had taken all her strength.
"The Russians?" Hans asked. "What about the Russians?" He had heard the firing as he sat in his study reading and knew from his own war experiences that they were far enough away not to bother him. He had not given any thought to the possibility that his wife might be in danger. Hans' concentration was always on his own suffering. With his legs gone from mid-thigh down he felt he was only half a man. Though Erika gave him every consideration and did all she could for him, he felt it was due him. He had suffered for Germany and now she must suffer for him. It was her duty as a wife to care for him, even though he, himself, neglected all his duties as a husband.
"They're in the city," Erika said. She was regaining her breath, and her friend, Karen, sat on the staircase beside her, completely exhausted and surrounded in a small world of fear. "How do you know," he asked.
"We saw them," Karen cried.
"Yes," Erika said. "We were working when we heard firing. The soldiers left, so we did too. A few minutes later some German soldiers ran from an alley and suddenly there was more noise than I have ever heard. We ran, but some Russians shot at us.
"They shot at you," her husband asked in amazement.
"Yes, but only a few times. Then they killed the German boys. It was horrible." Erika seemed to lose her breath again and sat on a chair nearby. She had cried in the alley as they hid but there were no more tears now for the young men who had died.
"We hid in an alley until a few minutes ago, then ran home," she said. "Oh, Hans, what's going to happen to us."
Her crippled husband said nothing as he sat in his mobile chair, holding the book he had been reading. The light in the hallway was dim. The end was coming, he thought. Tonight, maybe tomorrow, the Russians will be here and no one will be safe, especially the women. They won't do anything to me, but Erika will be at their mercy.
He had been a soldier and had seen some of the things that his friends had done to Russian women. He knew that worse would come from the Soviets in retaliation for what the Germans had done to their women.
"We must get you out of Berlin," he said finally. "You don't have any idea of what they are like. I know."
"No," Erika protested. "I won't leave my home."
"But you must," he said. "There's no other way. If the Russians find a beautiful young woman like you here, they'll ... Well, I won't tell you what they might do. Just use your imagination."
"Hans, they're men, just like you. They wouldn't do anything to harm innocent women." She stared at her husband who said nothing. The look on his face told her the answer. His eyes were hard because he knew what would happen, but didn't know how to convince her.
She saw that he was serious, and halfway believed what he had said. Erika Lad learned from her history classes at the university of the brutality of men in war. She had discovered that men were often beasts under time of extreme stress. From the rape of the Sabine women to the cruel tortures that took place in Jewish concentration camps, she had heard all the stories but had never associated them with herself.
She remembered the stories of the Bolshevik revolution and the bloodbath the Soviets had given their own people. Her friends had even talked of their terrible fear for the invading Russians. It had been an accepted fact for months, but Erika had always thought that the army from the east would end the war and the misery that Europe knew. It was rumored that the British and Americans were closing in on Germany from the west and south, but those were only rumors. Radio Berlin always gave the impression that the Nazis were winning, though anyone with any powers of deduction, knew the war would soon be over and the fatherland would not be the victor.
Erika looked at her tattered clothing as she thought about what her husband had told her. She could hear Karen whimpering beside her. The older girl had not been strong since her husband had died and they had often talked about her loss. Erika had even confided in her friend that Hans no longer paid any attention to her, but now he was. Perhaps they would have a chance to be man and wife again.
Karen needed a man in many ways and so did Erika. They were both healthy young women with strong appetites that had not been satisfied in almost two years. If the way would end soon and they could survive the Russians, then they might be able to start anew.
"We could hide," she said to her husband. "That wouldn't be a good idea. The Russians will search every house. Don't think for a minute that you wouldn't be found."
"But I don't want to leave our home, or you." She stopped her sentence with a gasp. Since Hans had been home, it was the first time that she had given any reference to his injuries. If she had to leave, he could not come with her in a wheelchair. "I mean," she said, "we're being alarmists. The Russians aren't here yet, and the Army might even hold them back."
"They'll be held," he said. "But not for long. Believe me, they'll be here soon. Now go upstairs and pack a few things. I'll try to make an arrangement for transportation to the other side of the city. You'll be on your own from there," Erika sat still for a moment. No matter what she felt, her husband's word was law. She had promised to obey when they married, and obey, she must.
She stood from the chair and started to help Karen get up. She started upstairs ... her plans were interrupted as a thunderous knocking came from the door and Erika's heart leaped into her throat. The Russians, she thought. They're here already! The hammering persisted. "Hans," a voice yelled from the porch. "Open the door. It's me, Kurt!" Erika breathed a sigh and turned to open the door. Her heart was still beating rapidly in her chest as she let Kurt Schmidt inside. She tried not to look at the armless sleeve.
Kurt had been best man at their wedding and he and Hans had gone to the front together. While Hans had lost both legs, Kurt, too, had suffered, having his right arm amputated after the bone had been smashed by a Russian bullet. Erika closed the door behind him. The young man was out of breath from running. "You've heard about the Russians," he asked. Hans nodded. "I'm worried about Eva. Since I first heard the shooting I've been waiting for her."
Eva had been Erika's best friend. She had met Kurt at the wedding and they were married a few months afterwards. She was a much stronger girl than Erika and had none of the problems that Erika experienced with Hans. When Kurt came home, she was glad that he was home. To her or him, he was no less a man because he had lost an arm. Their life was good together.
"She was helping in the ruins," Kurt said. "I know she was close to the eastern part of the city because she told me this morning. And now the Russians are advancing rapidly into the city."
"Please, Kurt," Erika said, trying to calm him. "Sit down and relax for a moment. There's nothing to be afraid of ... "
"How would you know, woman," he snapped at her. Kurt turned to his friend, Hans. "Haven't you heard the stories. It's just like we thought it would be. Already, many women have been reported raped until they were almost dead and think of how many rapes and murders have gone unreported."
Rape, Erika thought. The reality of the word startled her. Hans was right. If she stayed, there would be more trouble than she could handle. "Oh," she heard Karen gasp. Rape! The idea frightened her as well as excited her. The thought of being taken roughly by a man was not sexually appealing to her, but excited her emotionally because of its danger. She had been so long without a man that the mental picture gathered emotions she could not remember having before. Rape, an ugly and cruel word, but it could not possibly happen to her, yet....
"How close are the Russians," Hans asked.
"I think about a mile," his friend answered. "We might have time to get the girls out of here. Kurt, find Eva and bring her here. You'll be able to lead her and Erika and Karen away before the Russians search the house," Hans told him.
"But what about you," Kurt started. "You don't think we could leave you here."
"There's no need to worry. They won't harm a helpless cripple," Hans replied. "I'll be safe. It'll be more sensible for me to stay behind because I would only be a burden on the rest of you. Go now and find your wife. Erika and Karen will be ready when you return."
Kurt nodded and Erika moved aside to let him through the door. Their fate was sealed. Hans would stay behind. She and Karen went upstairs to pack a few belongings that would hold them until they could return.
CHAPTER TWO
An hour before Kurt Schmidt had burst in on Hans and Erika, his wife, Eva, had begun the most terrifying sixty minutes of her life.
Twenty-four year-old Eva had left the ruin in which she had been working and started to walk home. The firing had been going on for more than forty five minutes, but had seemed of no concern to the guards who were overseeing the work on her building, or rather what was left of it. When the four young Germans received a call on their radio, they had suddenly left, setting their prisoners free and cueing the rest of the workers to leave. Eva wasted no time in abandoning the site.
She wasn't scared, but walked quickly anyway, to get away from the bombed out building. For more than a month she had helped clear away rubble, but could never get over her horror at seeing the bodies that were so horribly mutilated inside. Every minute at one of the ruins was torture for her.
No matter which route she took home, she could not avoid seeing the shells of what had once been beautiful homes in the older section of Germany's hospital. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, she thought had lived and died here. Remembering the scarred and crushed bodies that she had helped remove, Eva could not hold back her emotions. These were her people, innocent civilians, their lives destroyed because of the tyrant, Hitler, an ugly little man from Austria.
Her thoughts turned to the night before when she and Kurt had finished making love, and had talked in the darkness of their bedroom. She could almost hear him as he cursed the Fuhrer, and even in the darkness, she saw his eyes glazed with hatred. Her heart always went out for him when he talked of the Nazis. Tears always came to her eyes when her hand massaged what was left of a once strong and dependable right arm. Kurt had told her that the end was near and that Hitler would pay in some way for what he had started. It was that night that Kurt had told her of the concentration camps the Fuhrer had instigated and staffed, concentration camps for Jews of all countries. All she had cried for them as he told her that none escaped and why. It was almost beyond her imagination's power to picture the bloodless gas chambers that awaited the unsuspecting prisoners.
When the Jews were gone, she thought, who was next. Her mind was confused as remembered Kurt's voice, telling her that the Russians would be in Berlin in less than a week. But the confusion cleared as she walked now, in the afternoon light, hearing the staccato of machine gun fire. It was true, the Russians were indeed in Berlin, here and now.
Eva stopped for a moment and looked at a building that was still smoldering from a fire deep within. It must have been one of the last to be hit, she thought. Only the right side of the house still stood. She remembered that it had once been a bakery with living quarters for the proprietor's family above. Her memory could not recall the baker's name, but she could see his face in the back of her mind.
The charred stones heaped in large piles where they had fallen, belonged to a house over three hundred years old. Most of them had caved inward when the building collapsed. The bomb must have come through the roof, she thought, and finally exploded in the basement, where its gaping hole was now filled with the blackened brick and mortar that had held it up for so many scores of years.
The sudden silence startled the tall brunette as she stood looking at the ruin. Eva realized that there was no noise whatsoever. The shooting had stopped abruptly and she turned, as if she expected to see someone, but the street was deserted.
Not a single person could be seen for blocks.
Eva turned her head left and right, hoping to see some living being occupying the same part of the earth as she did, but nothing moved anywhere. It seemed unnatural to her, as she scanned the shadows with her brilliant blue eyes, that the sound of gunfire so far away would have made everyone go into hiding. After the months of bombing, her fellow Berliners were used to the violence of war. Why should they suddenly go into hiding at the sound of a few rifles or machine guns?
She listened more intently for footsteps or voices and began to fear her unwanted solitude. Them, her heart skipped a beat as she heard the unmistakable clatter of heavy boots on the pavement just around the corner. They were probably German soldiers, she rationalized, but I had better be sure. The noise of hard leather heels became louder and she turned to seek the safety of the bombed out bakery behind her. "Halt!" she heard in her native tongue, and; froze where she stood. Afraid to turn around, because of the unnecessary questioning she knew she would have to undergo, she stood stock still in front of the bakery as the sound of heavy boots stomped up behind her.
A shock shot through her body as a large hand' grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. A Russian! My God, she thought as her eyes opened wide in sudden terror, it's them!
Kurt had told her that the Soviets were no more! than animals and would stop at nothing to destroy Berlin. She had listened to his instructions carefully when he told her what to do, if she ever thought she might be caught. Rape would be the least of the things they might do to her, she could remember her husband saying, and now, in front of the bakery at which she had bought bread for three years, here they were in the flesh.
"What are you doing here," the huge Russian asked her in halted German.
Eva stared at him, unable to answer because of the tightness in her throat. She could only see the square jawed, unshaven face that glared at her with dark foreboding eyes, they suggested a brutal, perhaps psychopathic, temper.
"Are you dumb," he asked, grinning slightly. "I want to know what you're doing here!"
"She looks too scared to talk," a companion said in thick guttural Russian. "I'll talk to her."
Switching from Russian to a much better German than his comrade spoke, the second soldier questioned the frightened girl again. His tone seemed to reassure her for a moment as he asked her name and where she lived.
Eva told the communist soldier what he wanted to know and the man turned to his companions and began speaking in his own language. The other Russians laughed at what seemed to be very funny to them, but the girl could not understand what they were saying.
All the men were staring at her when one of them, without warning, grabbed Eva by the scarf and tore it from her head. "Oooh," she gasped. It was true, they weren't going to let her go!
Frightened almost out of her mind, she held her head back from the big man who was now trying to kiss her.
"Look at the Nazi bitch," one of them said. "She wants to fight. We'll give her a fight she hadn't counted on." The man holding her said something in Russian that she did not understand, but his tone was cruel enough and hard enough to signal her that he meant business. His whole face seemed to snarl in a sadistic grin and she knew that Kurt had not exaggerated when he had told her about the atrocities that the Russians would perform.
Instinct took hold of the frightened girl's mind and like a small cornered animal she bit the large Russian on the hand. "Oooww," he cried out.
As he grabbed his wrist, releasing his grip on the frightened girl, she turned and ran toward the ruin behind her. Her panic stricken instinct drove her feet desperately, kicking off her shoes as she raced into the still smoldering building.
"Don't just stand there," the man who had been bitten hollered. "Get her!" The nearing shouts of heavy Russian drove Eva faster as she clawed her way through the ruin. She could hear the heavy boots clomping through the stones behind her as she saw a half open doorway in the alley behind the burnt out bakery. If she could get to the door she might have a chance to escape the certain ravishment that awaited her with the soviet soldiers. She clambered wildly, like a frightened deer, over the scattered rubble and nearly tripped, gasping for breath as she ran, her legs almost like rubber from lack of oxygen.
Another twenty feet and she would be safe! A stone, aimed at her back, surged through the air with tremendous force, but missed its target by a few inches, glancing off of her shoulder.
She felt the hard edge of the rock as it hit her and ricocheted into the rubble. Her equilibrium out of kilter from the unexpected force of the blow, suddenly gave way to a dizziness and her ankle twisted between two large blocks of granite. Her screaming voice might have been heard by someone on the block, but it would have been too late. Besides, there was nothing they could have done. The conquerors had all the guns.
Eva fell to her knees and had no chance to get up. In half a second the huge, ugly Russian who had first grabbed her was upon her, covering her fallen body with all of his two hundred pounds of sweating flesh.
She cried out in anguish and a heavy hand quickly covered her mouth with brutal force.
Three more pairs of boots came running to the spot where she had been captured. "Please, Oh, God, don't," she screamed through the muffling hand that tried to hold her silent. Kurt's face flashed before her mind, watching her in her struggle. His words of warning echoed Russian joined the first and they lifted her to her feet, though she struggled. The other two communist soldiers watched as their comrades carried the still-fighting girl out of the ruin toward the alley.
She fought desperately as they took her toward the doorway that she had thought would be her sanctuary. The one who had grabbed her first thrust her through the open door into the arms of another who had gone inside. He pulled her further into the darkened room and threw her onto a dilapidated couch. The others entered the small room and the one who had talked to her so nicely before, shut the door behind him. She tried to scream again, but was so terrified at what was going to happen that nothing could come from her open mouth.
"Who goes first, Sergei," one of them asked the man who had just closed the door. "This one is so nice, Ivan," he said in German, "That I think she should be initiated by me." They were torturing the girl by speaking her own language, so that she would know exactly what would happen to her.
Eva cringed as Ivan sat on the arm of the couch next to her and bent to touch her light brown hair. She tried to pull away as he came closer, his hot ugly breath permeating her nostrils, but his hairy hand grasped her and pulled her toward him. He was excited by the prospect of what lay ahead for him, and his heavy breathing increased, causing the terrified girl to nearly faint.
Crying now, she could only think of what Kurt had told her about the depraved Russians. She tried to force the mental image of her captor's huge penis forcing itself in and out of her unwanting vagina, knowing that he would fill her with his white hot sperm as she lay beneath him, unable to help herself.
Make them stop, she cried silently to Kurt. Please don't let them do this to me. Please make them stop. "First, though," Sergei said, sitting on the old couch next to her, "Let's have something to drink."
Sergi motioned to Ivan to get off the couch and sat beside her himself. The other two men, Feodor and Leon were opening the bottle of Vodka and passing it between them pausing to offer some to the man and terrified woman on the couch.
Sergei held the girl at the back of the neck with one hand, and stroked her leg with the other. Eva moaned incoherently, trying to plead with them to let her go. Her strength had been broken after she been forced inside the room. Tears of defeat streaked her cheeks as Sergei began to unbutton her light weight coat.
She could feel the pressure released as each button was unfastened, slowly revealing her voluptuous rising and falling breasts. Through the smell of the Russians' unwashed bodies she could detect the piercing odor of homemade Vodka. It was easy for her to see that they were getting drunk. When they spoke, either Russian or German, their words were becoming heavy and slurred. She knew her time was running out.
Why couldn't she be at home. Dear God, why isn't someone here to save me, she thought. What would happen to her afterwards? How could she continue living, knowing the ugliness that would; soon come from these four half-human animals!
Sergei was grinning at her, his stained teeth showing from under his untrimmed mustache. He was removing her coat and breathing heavily in! anticipation of lying between her legs. She tried to; move away from him, but he merely had to pull at her to bring her closer yet to his foul breath Frightened more by his looks, she tried to pull away again, but could not. She could feel his rough calloused hands roving over her thighs beneath her tattered skirt and held her knees even more tightly together in a fruitless effort to avoid the inevitable rape.
His huge hand found a weakness between the pliant white flesh of her legs and forced them apart. Excited by the nearness of a woman and driven by the vodka he could hardly control himself, feeling the rising hot flesh of his penis beneath his uniform pressing tightly against the coarse cloth.
The other three Russians were laughing and watching the silent struggle on the couch. "Take some more," Leon said, offering the dirty bottle to his comrade with the girl.
"Da," he yelled in Russian. "More fuel for the fire."
His hand slid from between her thighs and: reached for the bottle, bringing it immediately to his mud stained lips and swallowing a huge mouthful. "Mmm," came a deep growl of appreciation from deep within his throat. "Always the best for us," he said, looking at the girl then back to his partners and laughing a deep bellied, heavy laugh.
"Next," he said holding the bottle high for anyone to take. Leon took it back and swallowed another mouthful himself, then looked at the girl.
The men crowded around the couch, knowing what would come next. Their grinning faces looked like ogres of death to the defenseless girl. "Here fraulein," Leon said, offering her the bottle. "Warm your insides well, or you might catch cold without your clothes." He thrust the bottle near her clenched lips, but she turned her head away from the dirty bottle, only to have it twisted back around again by Sergei, who was enjoying the game immensely.
"Don't be shy," he said in German, and took the bottle with his other hand and forced the fiery hot liquid into her throat, almost choking her with the alcohol. He shook her head with his right hand and forced her to swallow again and again, until she had almost drunk half a pint.
"Ah, Gut," Feodor said in German, almost gleefully. "She likes the party."
He reached out and took the bottle, draining its contents in two mighty swallows. With a flick of his wrist he flung it over his shoulder and before it crashed against the wall, was opening another. Each man took several healthy swallows, Sergei brought the bottle again to the girl's lips, which opened and accepted the hot raw, vodka without protest. At least, for the moment, it would be a respite, and perhaps they would all drink themselves into a stupor, so that even if they did rape her, she would not feel the horror as much.
Sergei lifted the girl onto his lap with a grunt and ran his fingers over the smooth soft flesh of her thighs and rounded moons of her buttocks, while she still tried to protest, squirming in vain at the large exploring hands.
"What're you waiting for," Ivan asked. "We don't have much more time." The big man was impatient for his comrade to get on with it, so that he could have his turn. "Fuck her and get it over with," he said.
Sergei's hands moved with more urgency exploring the softness of the girls submitting thighs, caressing them with lusty strength. "Ugh," he grunted. "I can't wait any longer."
Eva rolled her head to the side trying to blot out the brutal touch of the big man's hands. Though in a semi-drunken stupor from the large quantity of vodka that had been poured down her throat, she still tried to struggle, moving her hips in an effort to escape the cruel searching fingers that longed to find the soft sensual flesh between her legs.
Her undulating hips and increased breathing only encourage the big man in his quest. He sought her further, pressing the throbbing penis that pushed for freedom within his trousers against her leg, rubbing it along her thigh as his hand sought the soft elastic edge of her panties.
"No," she begged, "Please don't, no!" But her cries went unnoticed, as Sergei quickened his rubbing against her leg. The folds of her dress were bunched at the apex of her thighs exposing the dark triangle of silken hair beneath her panties. The big Russian bit at her neck while two of his fingers fought their way underneath the tight elastic leg band of her panties to the hidden Lips of her vagina.
Eva recoiled at his touch, trying to fight him off with her hands, the lust-incited Russian brushed them playfully aside incited even further by the sweet smell of womanhood that began to dampen his fingers as he probed at the pink flesh of the soft hair-lined lips between her legs.
It was happening! There would be no turning back for the horrified girl now. She knew she was about to be raped and nothing could be done to prevent it. Her heart pounded a fantastic beat as her fear took over completely.
Every moment of her life from this minute on would be stained with the memory of being brutally raped by a gang of Russian soldiers who had already killer her countrymen and would kill more and rape more women. How could she ever face her husband or family, knowing that she had been used like an animal for the pleasure of men who were no better than the lowest worms on earth.
Why me, she thought. Why me and why today? Why did I have to be in front of the bakery at that time, exposed and vulnerable to the whims of vicious, crude men. She thrashed her head back and forth trying to black out the reality of what was happening, but the pain of the big Russian's fingernails digging into her soft flesh as he ripped her panties from her smooth, rounded hips, brought her back to the reality of the room and the four men surrounding her.
"Aaah," the four said in unison, looking at the exposed triangle of damp silken hair that glistened between her thighs in the half light of the room. Their eyes were wide with lustful delight at the sight before them, each straining as if being held by horses from the sensual picture offered them by the girl's naked thighs.
"I'm first!" Leon shouted and pulled Sergei away from the girl, but before he could open his pants, the larger Russian jumped up and grabbed his attacker, wrestling him to the floor, pounding at his head with massive fists.
Fedor took immediate advantage of his comrades' scuffling and threw himself on the couch beside the girl pulling her head back by the hair, viciously pressing his mouth against her. Then he thrust his hard wet tongue deep into her throat and muffled her cries for help.
Eva recoiled at the man's ungodly filthy smell and tried to fight him off, but his strength was too great and she fell helplessly back against the divan. Her open eyes watched Ivan's lewd lust-contorted face as he carefully observed every move his friend was making, knowing that he too, could soon follow suit and rape her as viciously as the other would.
She felt like a limp, rubber doll as the Russian held her up and quickly jerked her coat off, then with one fierce tug ripped her dress from her body. Totally naked Eva tried to clench all her muscles together to hide her nakedness, but the movement only incited the Russian to hurry and he wrenched her tightly held legs apart and groped with his huge fingers for the wetness between her quivering thighs.
The girl tried to fight the intrusion, but had no strength left in her long sleek legs. She felt the hand pushing against her last wall of defense, her tightly clenched thighs, but then without warning the sex maddened Russian thrust his middle finger deep into her already wet vagina.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" the girl screamed in pain as she felt the finger push its calloused hardness deep into the tender cavern of her warm, moist vagina, pressing hard against the soft cuntal walls, raking the flesh with its brutal knuckles. The pain was almost too much as he ground his finger around and jerked it again and again inside her aching hair lined vagina.
She tried to fight the onslaught by twisting her hips, rotating them to counter the movements of his probing fingers, but it only excited him further and quickly and savagely he thrust a second finger into the opening, nearly splitting the girl open with his brutal unwanted intrusion.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned in anguish, trying to blot out the pain, but only encouraging her attacker further. Breathing heavily she rolled her head to the side and saw the lewdly grinning Ivan, his hand rubbing the swollen bulge in his crotch, watching her with glazed eyes, a wet tongue hanging from his open mouth.
The other two had stopped fighting, having exhausted each other and were content to watch from the floor. They knew they would have her soon, and the obscene spectacle of watching the young girl raped by one of their comrades would only heighten their depraved craving for her.
Suddenly the two heavy fingers slipped out of her wet vagina with a loud sucking sound. He was done, she thought, hoping that he would leave her alone, but deep down inside she knew it was only the beginning.
Lifting her head to see Feador unbuttoning the loosely fastened fly of his trousers as fast as he could, she screamed, "No please, don't do it, please!!"
The lewd grin behind his rough beard broadened as he undid the last button. He quickly slipped his pants down his thighs a few inches to expose the largest cock she had ever imagined jutting out from his hairy body with a slight curve upward, twitching in the open air of its final freedom. "Oh, no! she yelled, as he lunged on top of her, the massive blood filled cock inserting itself between her thighs.
She clenched the muscles of her pink ruffled vaginal opening tightly as she could hoping to keep the huge swollen prick from entering and j ravaging the deep cavern of her unwilling cunt." But the rough hand between her thighs probed at the soft pink flesh of her cuntal lips trying to gain a hold to open the way for throbbing cock that followed inches behind. Slowly but surely the insisting finger gained entrance, widening the opening with each slight twist of the knuckle, until suddenly it was in, sliding all the way inside her, touching that hard tip of her cervix with its calloused tip.
"Uuugghhh," she moaned, feeling the huge finger rasp along the smooth sides of her cuntal walls, digging at the soft flesh with uncaring savagery, preparing her for the onslaught of the giant twitching cock that awaited only the removal of the finger for its entrance into her cringing cunt that would bring its swollen tip into the heat of her insides.
She moaned against the pain of the fingers inside her as she felt the twisting of his hips as he brought his huge cock closer to her opening, snaking its way along the soft, reddening flesh of her thighs. She breathed a sigh of quick relief when he suddenly removed his finger from within her and took the rubbery tip of his oversized organ in his hand, pulling it to the wet slit of her cunt and began to gently tease the raw sensitive flesh with-it.
His friends shouted encouragement as he stroked her cunt with the hardened tip, sending razor-like shocks of ecstatic pleasure through his legs and body, forcing the short gasps of breath from between his lips. "She's ready now," he gasped through clenched teeth, grinning lewdly down at the terrified young German girl.
"No," she pleaded uselessly, "No, don't. I'm married and have a husband."
But he only laughed a deep guttural laugh to the glee of his fellow rapists as he sought the still tight opening of her cunt. She could feel the pulsating tip as it touched the tender wet entranceway that he had already stretched wide with his brutal probing fingers. The few clear drops of semen forming on the massive head mingled with her own protective wetness. In a moment it would be done, she would be raped and filled with the hot sperm of a sex-crazed invading enemy who would probably kill her once they had all had a turn at her.
Tears of shame and frustration filled her eyes, shame at being used by them so savagely and frustration at not being able to do anything about it. For, her would last only a few more minutes, crushed under the weight of a savage barbarian. "Noooooo," she groaned. With a slow even rhythm the Russian pressed forward with his large hips again and again, his huge throbbing cock forcing entrance to her tight resisting cunt until, with one final thrust it broke her weakened resistance and filled the terrified girl with its massive hard hot flesh.
"Aaaaarrgghhhhh!" she screamed, sobbing, "Noo noooooooo!"
Her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists, swinging wildly through tear filled eyes at the excited beast who was ravaging her, sinking into her hair-lined pussy with his huge prick. He was scraping the inner walls of her smooth wet cunt again and again in spastic rhythm, humiliating her with mad lusty contact as he hung over her, helpless body, ignoring her futile efforts to fight him off.
He hung for a moment, looking at the humiliated girl he was tormenting. As she tried to swing at him again, he slapped her hard one time, causing her to whimper and fall back. He pulled her forward with one large hand to bring her warm body closer so that he could feel her heat as he buried his giant cock to its hilt deep within her pulsating cunt filling her wet passage completely with the lust incited flesh.
It was over for Eva, who suddenly realized that no matter what resistance she afforded, she had lost. She was being raped by a vicious beast who didn't care what she felt. Her fate was sealed as she felt the red hot hard cock inside her, teasing at the walls of her cunt, widening it with each slow stroke. Through her tears she tried to moan in protest, but knew that nothing would come, and fell back limply, held down by the muscled arm of her attacker. She had lost and in her torment knew that any further resistance was useless. It might even drive them to greater brutality.
The pain lessened as she relaxed in acceptance, feeling the big man explore her smooth quivering body with his rough hands, at the same time rotating his hips and engaging the rigid cock in a new tantalizing movement inside her.
Through her half silent sobbing she could her him gasping, "Da! Da it's good! tight!" It was the first time the Russian had raped a woman, in fact the first time he had been near a woman in two months and the soft burning touch of her sweating flesh excited him more than he had imagined. He could feel the wetness surrounding his thrusting cock as he stroked inside her fiery vagina. It made each thrust easier as it lubricated the passage and the red rubbery tip of the swollen weapon that he plunged inside her, all the time watching her with wild glazed eyes as she whimpered silently beneath him, completely at his mercy.
Mesmerized by the lewd picture on the couch, the other three Russians stood with their mouths open massaging the tight bulges in their trousers, waiting for Feodor to finish so that they too might taste the honeyed flesh of the young girl who had submitted so easily to their demands, fulfilling at last the pent up desires of their long awaited pleasure. Feodor, though the girl had relaxed, could still feel her extreme fearful tightness as he pumped with his massive prick, while it grew strong and even larger, incited by he wet sensual touch of the smooth, wet walls of her burning cunt. Each stroke brought him closer to insanity as he speeded his pace furiously, the pain-pleasure of his fucking driving him to higher ecstasy. He watched with wild bulging eyes the tortured girl beneath him writhed with fear and humiliation as he used her more and more savagely as the pressure of his building sperm increased in wild intensity in his pumping loins below.
Eva cried in fear more than in pain as she thought of the possibility of becoming pregnant by the beast who rode her so viciously. But the sadistic fucking was burning her wet cunt and arousing her at the same time. Oh no, she thought as the tingling in her groin became fiery hot. What is happening to me now? It was impossible, yet it was happening! She could feel herself excited by the continuous thrusting of the Russian bear on top of her, digging into her shoulders with a terrible grip and turning her on to the masochistic pleasure of being raped.
She began to wail as the rising tide of sexual climax exposed itself to her like a half hidden demon that had lived within her for years. She could not stop, yet her wailing and crying continued, humiliated beyond her wildest dreams until....
The thick inflated cock began to twitch spastically inside her as the big man felt the pressure in his huge balls break the dam of resistance and begin shooting spurts of white hot sperm into the writhing German girl's belly.
"Nooooo," Eva wailed while the white hot liquid spewed into her belly filling her with shame and fear as she tried to buck the big man off, only to meet his pelvis with hers in a grinding sexual dance, until suddenly he collapsed on top of her, his heavy foul breath burning her ears, as she felt unfulfilled by this man who had stopped so quickly, resting on top of her while his giant cock slowly deflated inside her.
"I'm next," Eva heard Ivan growl as he pulled Feodor off her, throwing him to the floor and quickly pulling his trousers off his ankles.
Terrified at being raped again, yet through the horror of it all, needing to be fulfilled, the girl stared at the man while he pulled off his pants, then like a huge bear, fell upon her, spreading her legs with his hands. She clenched her eyes tightly shut as she felt him positioning his already tormented cock at the entranceway to her ravaged cunt when suddenly everything stopped.
Out in the street in front of the baker the loud crack of rifle fire and chatter of machine guns filled the air. Ivan jumped from the girl, more terrified of being killed than wanting to fuck the helpless girl. He pulled on his pants as the others quickly covered the door, buttoning their own trousers and checking to make sure that their weapons were loaded. Eva lay panting on the couch, completely out of breath and horrified at the possibility that the fight may kill them all. She numbly stared at the door, groping on the floor for her torn dress while she watched the Russians, one by one, leave the, room and enter the alleyway, until in less than a minute they were gone, leaving her completely alone with the lewd, hot sperm of one of them embedded warmly in the soft confines of her womb.
Still whimpering she put on her coat, finding it hard to stand because of the terrible soreness between her ravaged thighs. Through her tear-filled eyes she saw a door at the other end of the room and staggered toward it. She could hear the firing in the street growing in a crescendo of death after her rapists had joined the fight. She knew that she must escape now, before they returned.
In a moment she reached the door and found it unlocked. On the other side she could see a long dark hallway leading to another door and another street beyond. With all her remaining strength she tried to walk along the dark passage, bouncing off the wall as she reeled in pain and the humiliation of her lost innocence sobbing helplessly between her gasping moans.
The door at the end of the hall was also unlocked. Whoever had lived there had left in a hurry, she thought, seeing two overcoats still hanging on hooks. Slowly she opened the door and poked her head out, expecting to have it shot off, hut found the street deserted. The fighting was going only on the street by the bakery, leaving the passage for her escape clear.
Gingerly she stepped out onto the porch and looked again. Still no one was to be seen. Quickly she went down the steps, holding on to the rail for support. But her legs were still weak and unstable, feeling almost like rubber beneath her. She paused for a moment at the bottom of the steps, trying to orient herself.
Once she recognized where she was, she began to run, almost falling at every step, barely hearing her footsteps under the sound of her sobbing. She grabbed at anything that was handy for support, nearly knocking over a line of garbage cans, trying to keep her balance.
Ahead of her half a block away, Eva could see a familiar ruin and guided her feet toward it. I must make it, she thought, knowing that anything further away would be impossible. With one last tremendous effort the girl dashed across the street like a wounded soldier seeking cover. She fell through an open door into a bombed out butcher shop and collapsed in a heap behind the cover of a still-standing wall.
Safe, she thought, oh God, I'm safe. Her mind reeled in relief, thinking of the terrifying rape that she had just submitted to, trying to understand everything that had happened, until nothing but blackness filled the frightened girl's consciousness and she passed out to the world.
CHAPTER THREE
"Karen," Erika called through the closed door. "Are you ready yet?" She didn't wait for an answer, but turned the tarnished handle and opened the heavy dark door to her friend's room. Erika had taken great care to pack essential items for herself, not knowing how long she would be gone or where, for that matter, where she would be going. In less than half an hour she had prepared herself for the unknown journey.
Karen was stretched out on the bedspread, her beautiful long legs completely exposed to the tight elastic of her pink panties. An open suitcase, only half full, lay on a chair beside the large double bed, its contents neatly packed. Her muffled sobs punctuated the otherwise stillness of the room. The thought of leaving, coupled with the horrid scene of battle from earlier in the afternoon, had broken the girl's sensitive shell.
Erika, hearing her friend's muffled crying rushed to her friend's side. "Darling," she said, "that's no way to be. Please tell me, what's the matter?"
Karen turned her head, not wanting Erika to see her tear streaked face. She was ashamed that she should be so weak in front of the younger girl who had been through as much as she, yet was able to be stronger. Erika tugged at her shoulder, urging her to roll over and face her.
Stifling her tears, Karen turned to face her friend, trying to wipe away the shameful tears. "It's nothing," she said. "Really, I'm all right."
Erika held her hand to comfort the older girl. She, too, was terrified by the unknown journey that lay before them and knew what was going on in Karen's stricken mind, but knew also that it was up to her to be strong enough for both of them. "It's going to be all right," she said in a reassuring tone that only a woman would understand. "There won't be much of a wait until it's all over, and then we'll be able to come back."
Karen felt the bond between them and believed what her friend was telling her, even more than Erika believed it herself. "I don't know what's come over me," Karen said, wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "It's just that everything is so confusing and so frightening ... I-I'm just scared."
Erika pulled her closer, holding Karen to her breast as the older girl shivered in her protective arms. She felt the warmth of being comforted by another woman who understood, and in a moment was much calmer.
"Come on," Erika said. "I'll help you finish packing"
"I don't know what to take," Karen said. "We don't know where we're going, or for how long. It's impossible to guess."
"Here," Erika said. "I'll show you," and began opening drawers to find the necessary items, not overlooking the precious nylon stockings that Karen had received from an admiring Nazi officer. Working together, the two girls had packed Karen's bag in less than ten minutes.
As they closed the suitcase and snapped the locks, Erika heard a commotion in the hallway downstairs. She stood upright, trying to listen to what the chattering voices were saying. Could it be the Russians already, she thought as she turned her eyes toward Karen who stood stock still, frozen with fear.
"Erika!" Hans' voice yelled from the bottom of the staircase. "Erika, come here!" Obeying quickly, she opened the door and rushed to the head of the stairs where she saw her husband looking up from his wheelchair. "What is it," she asked. "Get some hand towels and come downstairs and heat some water," he ordered quickly. "Kurt is here with Eva."
"What's wrong," Sue asked, afraid of the worst. "Never mind, just bring the towels and hurry!"
Erika ran down the dimly lit hallway and pulled a bundle of small towels from the linen closet, then turned to go downstairs. At the bottom, she passed the closed door of her husband's study and heard voices from within, but continued on to the kitchen where she filled a large pot with water and turned on the stove.
Waiting for the water to boil, she decided to find out what had happened. Walking toward the study, she bumped into Karen who was waiting for her in the hallway, afraid to go into the room by herself. Carefully, Erika rapped on the large door.
"Come in," a familiar voice said from within. As she opened the door, Erika could see her husband and Kurt looking at someone on the couch whose back was toward her. The two men looked up at her. "The water's heating," she said defensively, as if she had to justify being in the room. "What's wrong? Where's Eva?" Both questions were answered for her as she walked to the front of the divan. "Oh," she gasped, holding her hand over her mouth.
Bruised and battered, the unconscious body of Eva lay stretched out on the couch, a small horse blanket covering her. Hans looked up at his wife and said, "She's been raped by those bastard Russians." Erika began to cry as she looked at her unconscious friend, her breath coming in uncontrolled sobs. Rape! The ugly word that she was becoming, so frightened of. This was rape! This was the result, a girl half dead from fear and shock, ravaged by unknown soldiers from the east, bitter and ugly men who didn't care at all about human life or dignity.
Hans had warned her, she thought between sobs, her hands covering her eyes as she tried to hide her face. She would rather die than be raped and humiliated by the conquerors like this. "Oh, my God," she said aloud.
"He found her in the ruins about three blocks from here," Hans said to his wife, looking at Kurt. "She was delirious, babbling about the Russians and what they had done."
Hans paused for a moment, looking at Karen whose limp body lay on the floor where she had fainted. He didn't care for the girl who had invaded his house, and said nothing.
"She told me there were four of them," Kurt said, not taking his eyes from his unconscious wife. "I couldn't understand everything, but it must have been a miracle that let her escape. I heard shooting and ducked into a building, where I found her lying unconscious with her clothes all ripped and torn this way.
Erika stopped her crying in an effort to regain her senses. Her friend had been raped, ruined, by savages and she couldn't stand it. She started to leave the room. "Where are you going," Hans said in a gruff voice.
"The water," she said, pointing toward the hallway. "The water's ready," she finished, and left the room to get the boiling water and towels to help heal the injured girls bruises, knowing that nothing could be done to heal her injured mind after what had happened. By eight o'clock that evening, Eva had regained consciousness and was able to take some hot broth. A doctor had been summoned, and examined the girl very carefully, finally telling her husband that everything would be all right once she recovered from the shock. He prescribed some medicines that Kurt had gone to a pharmacy to get. But he found the drugstore closed, and had to break in to get what he needed.
Hans had directed all other operations, getting the girls prepared for their escape, and preparing Eva for the same, with the authority of a high Nazi field commander. Eva sat on the couch, clothed in one of Erika's dresses, sipping the hot beef broth that had been prepared for her .She had said nothing since regaining consciousness, but only looked around, bewildered by where she was, not sure that she was safe. When Karen had brought her the bowl of broth she smiled her first sign of recognition.
She sat sipping from a large spoon, her friends watching, trying not to push her, when Kurt burst into the room after his trip, to the pharmacy. "Our time is running out," he said. "I almost didn't make it back because of the patrols. The Russians are searching every house." Out of breath, he sat beside his wife, trying to console her, while the others clamored about for answers. "Do you know how long we have?" Hans asked him anxiously. "Not more than half an hour. I ran into a patrol two blocks away, but luckily they didn't see me ... "How many were there?" Hans interrupted.
"I'm not sure," Kurt said. "But it doesn't really matter. The war will be over in a few days. When I hid from the patrol I ran into two German soldiers who were also hiding. They've deserted the army because of a rumor one of their friends had told them."
"What rumor?" Erika asked. "Hitler is dead!" The others gasped and even Eva raised her head in a sign of astonishment. If Hitler was dead, there was no one else to lead and the war would definitely be over. "Of course," Kurt said. "It's only a rumor, but they said that he killed himself and his mistress."
"Dead," Hans whispered bitterly. "The goddamned coward! After everything he has done to destroy the world, he takes the easy way out and destroys himself, the bastard!"
Yet for Hans it was a moment of triumph. The Nazi was dead, confirming his belief that he could depend on no one for anything. He knew that his life was nearly over because of the folly of a lunatic who quit when the going got tough. He knew that Hitler cared not for Germany nor for the master race, but only for himself. "The Bastard!" he said again. "They're coming," Karen said from her position near the window, where she had been standing since Kurt had come in. "I can see them down the block. They're going into the Braun's house."
The others looked at the terrified girl for a moment, then at each other. The time had come for them to go, or possibly die, or worse yet, for Erika and Karen to face what had happened to Eva.
Hans was first to speak. "We've no time to waste," he said, looking at Kurt. "Do you think she can go with you," he continued, looking at Eva questioningly. Before her husband could answer she said, "I'll be all right. I'm strong enough to go wherever I have to. Don't worry about me."
Kurt was astonished at his wife's first words, but Hans only smiled and nodded. "Good, then," he said. "The suitcases are in the hallway. Erika, you and Karen get them and take them downstairs along with Eva. I have something to say to Kurt before you leave."
Obediently she followed his orders, ushering the other two girls into the hallway and picking up two suitcases herself, leaving the third for Karen who was staying close to Eva, fearful that she was not strong enough to walk.
While the men talked, she led her two friends down the cellar stairs to the dark damp basement. The cellar was divided into four rooms by wooden partitions, one room full of preserves, another with discarded junk and old suitcases, and a third half-filled with coal for the furnace, while the fourth was empty. The girls followed Erika into the coal bin to hide, while she went into the storage room and picked up a half dozen jars of preserves.
The bin filled their lungs with the dry, clinging scent of fresh coal. There was no where for them to sit, and they seemed to pick up coal dust all over their clothing without even moving. Karen backed into the shovel and knocked it over, the sudden noise, startling her and Eva almost to the point of tears.
They were about to flee their own home from an ugly enemy, an enemy they had only caught glimpses of, except for Eva, who had been closer to the Russians than any of them ever wanted to be. They could all feel the tension in the stifling smell of the cellar where they stood, afraid to make a sound, not knowing how close the Russians might be.
Kurt made little noise as he came down the stairs, only enough to announce his coming. "We're to wait here for a couple hours," he said. "Hans thinks that he can keep the Russians from searching the house. He told me to tell you goodbye, Erika."
"No," she said, fear in her voice. She couldn't leave him like that, not after everything that they had been through together. He was still her husband. Without thinking further she started to run up the stairs, but felt a strong hand grab her ankle and bring her to a complete halt.
"He told me not to let you go upstairs," Kurt said as he gently pulled her away from the door. "The Russians are too close and might hear or see you. You must stay here."
Tearfully she let herself be led away from the stairs back to the coal bin. There would be no escape. She knew that she would never see her husband again.
Eva and Karen were trying to comfort her when they were startled by a loud knocking at the front door above them. "Sssshhhhhl" they heard Kurt whisper. "They're here."
As quietly as possible the three girls and their protector huddled together in the empty corner of the bin, trying to hear what was being said four feet above them. The harsh Russian voices filtered through the air vents into the bin.
"Who lives here," a Russian asked in halted German. "Only me," Hans replied, his voice strong with conviction. "Your name," the Russian demanded, not knowing that his every word could be heard by the four escapees in the basement below.
Hans gave his name to the gruff voice, and moved his wheelchair away as the soldier and his two comrades entered the house and began a scanty search of the premises.
"Where does this go," the sergeant said in his heavily accented voice. "Only the cellar," Hans said, not allowing any commitment from himself.
Instead of opening the door, the Russian turned and walked toward the study where he saw a picture of Hans in uniform on the mantelpiece. He held it for a moment, studying the face in the picture and looking at the man in the wheelchair.
"Where were you wounded?" he asked. "In France," Hans lied, knowing that he shouldn't tell the sergeant he had been fighting on the Russian front.
The Russian said nothing more to Hans, but joined his two troopers in the hall where he talked to them for a few moments. The guttural Russian was impossible to understand for the four huddled in the basement. It was only a matter of time, they thought, until the cellar would be searched and they would be captured.
"You're coming with us," the sergeant told Hans.
Kurt put his hand over Erika's mouth just in time to stifle a cry of anguish. Her husband was being taken, but for what. Tears poured over her cheeks and across Kurt's strong hand. She relaxed, knowing that she would not scream, and Kurt let her go. It was over. None of them had heard Hans protest. They could hear only the slight squeaking of the wheels of his mobile chair as he was pushed out of the house and onto the porch. It would have done him no good to protest, and now he was gone, leaving Erika alone in the world, except for her three friends who could be of no comfort to her for the loss of a husband.
More than an hour has passed since the Russians had taken Hans away and Erika had slept almost the entire time, unconscious to the whimpering of Karen and the consoling words that Kurt had tried to give her. It was nearly time for them to go, and Kurt nudged her to wake the sleeping girl and tell her to be ready.
Suddenly, just as she was brushing the sleep out of her eyes, she was startled by a loud noise upstairs. Erika froze, her eyes wide with fear, but Karen whimpered even more loudly, terrified that the Russians had returned.
"Goddamn it!" they heard a voice say in German. "Watch where the hell you're going," another German muttered to the first.
In the basement below, listening through the air vents, the three girls bunched closely together, while Kurt left the safety of the dark coal bin to climb the stairs and find out who the two Germans in the house were. They had no business there, unless they too were trying to escape.
As Kurt climbed to the third step the door above him opened and an unshaven fleshy face peered through the darkness at him. "Werner," the man said. "There's someone down here!"
Hearing the footsteps of the other man race toward the cellar door, Kurt yelled at the fat man who looked at him. "What are you doing here," he demanded. "What do you want?"
Seeing that Kurt had only one arm, the fat man . descended the stairs, confident that he could overpower the cripple, if need be, especially since his partner was following him down the stairs.
Kurt backed down the stairs to the cellar floor where he felt he would have a better chance if the man attacked him. "So," the fat man said. "The Russians didn't get everyone in this house, did they?" Kurt repeated his question with as much authority as he could muster, "What are you doing in this house?"
The fleshy face seemed to bounce as the man laughed. "Who are you to ask me that? I know you don't belong here either, so what are you doing here? Are you interested in splitting the take?"
The take, Kurt thought, looters!, criminals inherent to every society, parasitic animals eager to take advantage of any disaster so that they may steal and perhaps kill as a way of life. The Russian invasion would make it easy for these men to get away with any crime that they cared to commit. Looting a house might he the least of their offenses.
"Get out," Kurt yelled. "This is my house. Get out!"
The fat man only laughed, and Kurt knew that his bluff would not work. He would have to protect himself against these men in order to save the three girls, but he had only one arm, and there were two adversaries.
Kurt kept stepping backwards as the fat man approached him. Werner stood silent, an ugly grin on his face, an ugly blackjack in his right hand. "A cripple with a single arm is going to tell me what to do," the fat man said to his partner. "Do you want him, or shall I?"
"Let me," Werner said. "I haven't messed up an overglorified war hero in at least a week. I'll teach him what pain really is."
Erika held her hand over Karen's mouth to keep her whimperings from being heard as she watched the spectacle before her. Kurt backed into the wall and was stopped from any further movement as Werner approached him, stroking the blackjack as a woman might stroke a man's swollen penis.
Suddenly he struck out with a lightening fast swing at Kurt, but the one armed man ducked and only caught a glancing blow on the shoulder that knocked him to the floor. As he fell, he rolled into the coal bin and grabbed the heavy shovel with his strong hand.
Karen's scream caught Werner off guard long enough for Kurt to jump to his feet, and before the looter could protect himself, Kurt smashed the shovel heavily against the side of his face, knocking him dazed to the floor.
The fat man jumped back as Kurt came toward him wielding the coal shovel. "No, no," he yelled. "Don't hit me!" Kurt thought for a moment. It would be almost like murder, killing even this swine. "Pick him up," Kurt commanded, and the fat man obeyed, bending to aid his stricken friend.
Though frightened, the fat man looked into the coal bin and saw the figures of the three girls hiding in the corner. Obviously they were planning an escape, he thought. Well, they won't get far.
"Werner, come on, get up," he said, tugging at his friend's shoulders. He hadn't the strength to lift the man by himself, and he knew that Kurt would not help him.
In a moment, they were both on their feet and Kurt spoke. "Upstairs," he said, pointing to the steps. "Take him upstairs and outside, and don't come near this house again, or you'll both be dead!"
Without another word Kurt followed the pair up the stairs and to the door where he made sure the street was empty before letting them out. He watched them hobble off down the street, then returned to the basement and the terrified girls.
"I don't think we'll have much more time," he told them. "It's possible that those pigs will tell the Russians that you're down here. I'm sure he heard you scream when I hit the little one."
"What are we going to do, Kurt," Eva asked, while she tried to comfort Karen, who was sobbing uncontrollably. She had been brutally ravished and then watched her husband nearly kill a man yet still had the presence of mind to be the strongest of the three.
"We'll wait another five minutes, then leave. I'll go first to see if everything is clear, then you three follow me. We'll leave through the cellar door, and try to make it through the alley."
The next few minutes were passed in silence. Erika and Eva tried to comfort Karen, while Kurt stood by the door, looking for any approaching soldiers. If his plan worked, they would be able to escape, if not, any fate might await them.
"I'm going now," he said to his wife. "I'll signal you from the alley if the way is clear, and then you follow."
She nodded agreement and closed the door behind him, watching through the broken glass for his signal. Just as he reached the alley, a tremendous crash thundered through the house from the front door. Oh God, she thought, the Russians! "Let's go," she yelled to the two girls behind her and opened the door to run to her husband.
Erika followed close behind, and stopped to turn when she heard a scream from the basement Karen! They got Karen! Again the scream, and she started to run back to the house when Kurt's powerful hand grabbed her. "It's too late," he said. "If you go back they'll get all of us!"
"No," she started to scream, but he quickly; muffled her anguish cry, and pulled her away to the alley where Eva waited. "Let's go," he said, and they started to run. Oh God, Erika cried to herself. Karen, poor Karen, what will they do to you?
When Eva had called to them to run, Karen had started to follow, but tripped and twisted her ankle. For a moment the pain grasped at her throat and would not let her call for help. She raised herself to her hands and knees when suddenly a huge hand grabbed her by the shoulder, and spun her around.
"Ooh, nooooo!" she screamed into the face of a bearded Russian soldier. "Nooo, help, Oooohhh, please help!"
"Heh, heh," he chuckled. "Leon, look what I've found for us."
Directly behind him stood another Soviet trooper, bearded and haggard in his torn and blood stained uniform. "Well, Ivan," he said. "We aren't going to lose this one, that's for goddamn sure."
"You're goddamned right," Ivan said. "To hell with the others. We'll let them go and make the most of this one," he continued, laughing a lewd ugly laugh. "Come on, you," he growled at the girl, lifting her to her feet with one powerful jerk and propelling her toward the stairs. "W-what are you going to do," she asked between gasps for breath. "Ha ha," Leon laughed in his deep, guttural throat. "Tell her what we're going to do, Ivan," he said in broken German.
Ivan had the girl by the arm and was pushing her up the stairs, driven by the memory of the girl he had almost had a few hours before. He could still feel the ache between his legs as he pushed the girl to the top of the steps, giving her one hard shove and forcing her to fall in a heap on the kitchen floor. Karen could hear Leon's sadistic laugh behind her as she felt Ivan grab her by the arm and again lift her savagely to her feet, almost tearing her shoulders apart with the force. Maybe they would just take her prisoner like they did to Hans, she thought, still not believing what was taking place. It was impossible for her to imagine that she would become these animals' victim in a vicious sexual assault.
His rifle slung over his shoulder as he pushed the girl in front of him down the dark hallway, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of torn panties. "I'm going to add yours to these," he said, waving them in front of her face.
Horror filled Karen's tortured mind as she looked at the initials on the shredded panties, E.S. "Oh," she gasped. They were Eva's panties, the same ones she had seen Kurt give her for Christmas the year before. These were the men who had viciously raped her friend, and now they were going to do it to her too!
Tears streamed down her face as the big man pushed her again. She had to escape this vicious criminal before he could get her completely under control. It's dark enough in the hallway, she thought, I must get away.
She heard the big man behind her say something to his friend. Seeing a possible chance, she bolted toward the door in the dark hallway. As she pulled the big door open she heard a loud crash behind her as Ivan slammed into the table that sat near the doorway.
Once out on the porch she ran down the six steps in two strides and broke toward the left, when suddenly she was smashed to the ground by a vicious blow from behind. Dazed, she tried to tumble to her feet, but felt the heavy grip of Ivan's hand on her arm once again.
"Stupid bitch!" he yelled at her and slapped her hard across the face, stinging every inch of her soft white skin. "No woman can escape Ivan," he said to her gruffly, pulling her back toward the house.
Karen felt us if her whole body were being shaken apart by the brute who jostled her roughly up the steps, taking care to hurt her as much as he could with the strong hand that held her tightly. Her chance to escape had failed and she knew there would be no turning back. Her memory flashed back to the picture of Eva lying on the couch, bruised and unconscious. Now it was her turn, and she didn't know quite what to expect, but whatever it was, she knew it was not going to be pleasant.
At the top of the steps Ivan threw her through the open door into the huge body of Leon, who stood with his arms open wide to entangle her in his bear-like grasp. "Ugh," she grunted as she hit his stocky body and grabbed at him to stay on her feet. The stocky man held her tightly and tried to kiss her with his grime-covered lips, his unpleasant breath nearly burning the inside of her nostrils. "Ha," Ivan demanded to his friend, "give her back. I found her and I'm going to have her first." He spoke in Russian and the girl didn't know what he said until suddenly she found herself being lifted into the air by Leon and put roughly down onto Ivan's broad shoulders.
"Danke," Ivan said, smiling through his overgrown mustache. He was going to take the prize he had been denied earlier and screw her until she couldn't talk, giving no quarter to the soft smooth flesh he felt beneath his rough hands.
He started to climb the stairs, savoring the thought of stripping such a beautiful German girl naked, imagining all that he would do to her on one of the soft, sheet covered beds on the second story of the house.
Karen felt herself being jostled on his shoulders as he carried her up the steep steps, his free hand roaming under her skirt exploring the soft rounded curve of her milky white buttocks, frightening her more with the rough touch of his surly hands. She could feel the teasing fingers playing with the elastic of her panties as they reached the top. Her eyes saw the lewd face upside down that belonged to the bear-like Leon following right behind her, his yellow, stained teeth grinning from between his dirty Lips.
A loud bang startled her as Ivan kicked open the first door he came to, the door of Erika's bedroom. As he carried her into the room, she could barely see through the torrent of tears that fell from her eyes to the thick carpet on the floor. The black curtains that had been hung for the blackouts during bombings filtered out any light that might have come through the windows. In total darkness she suddenly experienced an unforgettable falling sensation, as if she were being thrown from the roof, when without warning the soft bed stopped her descent, just in time for her to hear the terrible ripping of her panties and feel them being torn like tissue paper from the full, rounded moons of her buttocks.
The pain was quick and short-lived after they had been ripped off and just as the light switched on she saw Ivan standing over her, holding her last pair of good panties above his head in triumph. He brought them before his lust filled eyes and stared at them, then rubbed them against his cheek, feeling their softness and smelling the sensual perfume of female odor that they held.
"Ha," he bellowed like an animal and grabbed at the terrified girl on the large double bed. His hand caught the sleeve of her flimsy coat and roughly pulled her up to him, suddenly crushing her mouth with his thick, wet lips and kissing her with all his strength, Karen could feel his bristled beard around the pained edges of her mouth as he viciously crushed against her, his teeth almost biting into her tender lips, Lips that had not been kissed in almost two years. But it was no ordinary kiss. It was the kiss of a lust crazed madman who would treat her brutally in bed and ravage her helpless young body with no feeling of gentility whatever. Out of breath, she tried to sob, and nearly choked for lack of air, trying desperately to at least catch her breath before the depraved maniac assaulted her. She could feel his hand between them fumbling at the buttons of her coat, trying to unfasten them quickly.
Discouraged by the intricacy that was required to undo the buttons, he drew back his head, looked down at the cleavage of her breasts, and ripped the four buttons away from the coat. He stared at the frightened girl who stood cowering before him.
The violence of the act had started a new flood of tears from her weary, tear-filled eyes. She tried to back away, but hit the bed and fell onto the covers, bouncing slightly, then tried to get up, but had no chance as the Russian pulled her toward him and pulled the lightweight coat from her body.
Without a sound he reached out for the front of her flimsy dress and ripped it, too, away from her long white body, exposing the soft quivering flesh of her full, firm breasts and flat, sleek stomach. He stood eyeing his plunder, crazed by her sensual beauty, yet angered because she tried to hide her near nudity with her hands. This was what he wanted, a young beautiful girl, completely terrified by his power and prowess, yet with enough fight in her to try some token resistance, though not too much.
"Look at her, Leon," he said to his gaping comrade. "Look at that little pussy that'll soon be mine. Feast your eyes, you dog!"
An animal she thought, I'm like an animal in the zoo or worse yet, a cow in a slaughter house, stolen to be devoured. Oh God, what did I do to deserve this. Please make them stop. Her mind reeled with frustration and humiliation at being the object of such sordid ugly men who saw her as nothing more than an object for their depraved desires.
Ivan pushed her back onto the bed and turned to his comrade. "The bottle," he said, wanting to prolong the girl's torment a few minutes longer.
Leon handed the other soldier a half empty bottle of vodka, who then took a large swallow and handed it back. Leon, thinking after he had had his swallow, that they were going to get her drunk first, handed the filthy bottle to Karen, but Ivan took it before she had her hand on it.
"No," he said. "Not this one. We want her awake. She's going to know everything that happens to her."
Frightened by the ugliness of his voice, she recoiled on the bed, trying to snake her way across the soft cover to the protection of the pillow. Nothing would do any good, but if she could only find something to hide behind for a minute. A minute was all she wanted, a minute to regain her sanity.
"Your name," Ivan asked her, his leering grin filling the whole room. "K-Karen," she said, afraid not to answer. "M-my name is Karen."
"Ha! Karen, good," he exclaimed to his friend, then turned back to the girl. "Take off your bra, Karen. Strip for us!" Oh my God, she thought, I'm already almost' naked. Why is he doing this? Why is he tormenting me? Oh God in heaven, why don't they just get it over with?"
"Do as I say or it'll be worse for you!" He was right. If she obeyed, maybe they won't be so cruel and maybe she wouldn't be beaten as Eva had been. Karen knew that the sex couldn't be too traumatic. She had had sex with her husband, and knew its joys. Maybe these men wouldn't be brutal and hurt her if she didn't fight them, if she would give in and perhaps pretend she was enjoying it. Oh God, if only she could force herself to be nice to them.
Slowly she started to pull the strap of her bra down, tears of frustration filling her eyes, a slight sob coming from her smooth white throat. She was submitting, giving into their demands in hopes that they would spare her life. Though part of her wanted to resist or die, the instinct for survival spurred her on, forcing her to pose like a common whore, taking off her bra for the final assault by the terrible Russians.
Ivan and his comrade watched gleefully as the girl pulled her arm from one loose strap, then started to lower the other. They passed the bottle back and forth, quickly devouring its contents with huge swallows of the lava hot alcohol, never for a second taking their eyes off the tantalizing girl before them.
Her eyes staring at the floor, Karen pulled her other arm from the strap she had loosened. She knew that the more slowly she went, the more excited her captors became, and at the same time, she rationalized, the more excited they are perhaps, the more quickly it will be over.
Ivan chuckled as he watched the girl looking at the floor. He swallowed the last of the vodka as she put both hands behind her back and began to fumble with the familiar clasps that held the tight bra around her firm young breasts. Each second longer seemed to enflame the ache in his crotch as his inflated penis pushed harder against the tight confines of his trousers, fighting desperately to be sprung free.
Karen unfastened the clasps and held the bra purposely in place, ashamed at the red flush that covered her body, ashamed of herself for standing in front of these two depraved maniacs, exposing her naked breasts for their obscene pleasure. It was too late to stop now. She had no choice but to release it and let it fall to the bed. "Ahhhh!" the two Russians shouted in unison, as they saw the fleeting white of the bra fall and her two round, quivering breasts spring forth into the free air.
The girl shuddered at the sudden coolness that swept over her nipples as they sprang up with defensive hardness, taut and jutting out from the smooth round flesh of her firm breasts. It was awful, she thought, too ashamed, too terrified to cry any longer.
Instinctively she brought her hand up to cover her torso and felt a tingling at her own touch. And suddenly, it was almost comical, she mused. Here she was, naked in front of two sex-crazed enemy soldiers who were going to fuck her for as long as they wanted, who were going to thrust the hard flesh of their throbbing cocks deep into her belly, and her breasts were tingling as though they wanted it to happen. And, perhaps they did.
Slowly, as if it were part of a burlesque act, she withdrew her hand to again reveal the soft beauty of her strong young breasts. She could see the animal workings of the two men's minds as they danced up and down like gleeful children, proud of their newfound toy and what it could do.
"Aaaahh!" Ivan roared. "Now you're ready, and so am I."
He jumped up on the bed and pulled her close to him, smothering her with drunken kisses. She could feel his rock hard cock pushing at her from beneath his trousers, throbbing against her naked flesh. It was horrifying and yet, yet lewdly fascinating!
"Oh," she gasped as they fell to the bed, his rough hands groping for the opening between her legs.
His touch on her thighs caused a sudden dampness to form deep within her smooth pink vagina, trickling toward the soft flesh at the entrance, lubricating the entire sensual passage. Unbelieving, she gasped at the strange sensation between her legs as the rising liquid flooded the soft, fleshy cuntal lips and spread teasingly out into the silken curls of her pubic hair.
Fired by the sensual smell of sex that emitted from the lubricating juices, he forced his hand between her legs and sought the warm, moist Lips with his middle finger. The lust incited Russian could hardly wait to get to her, but first he must touch, he must feel the wetness and nip the bud of her tiny hard clitoris with his hands. He wanted to know what he was getting.
"Oooohhhh," she wailed in a quivering voice as the big man touched the soft, sensitive bud, which immediately began to swell in erection in answer to his probe. His hand hurt her at first, because of its roughness, but the undaunted attack upon her growing clitoris caused her to involuntarily spread her legs wider in sensual submission to the growing pleasure.
"Ooohh," she moaned, feeling for the first time in nearly two years the touch of a man between the whiteness of her thighs. He was an animal, a beast, but it felt good, gooood! Enough, enough, he thought. I can't wait any longer; and he rose up to his knees, unbuckling his belt, rolling to his back and taking off his trousers. The huge swollen rock hard cock sprung free into the air, jutting straight out from his body, twitching with lust, ready to thrust itself deep into her fiery wet cunt.
Turning back to the girl, Ivan saw Leon crawling onto the bed, his own clothes off, his massive prick curving out from his body, searching the air for the scent of the girl's aching cunt.
Both men stared at one another, then with a knowing nod, began to reposition themselves on the bed. Leon, first, lay on his back, while Karen watched with amazement at his long red cock swaying in the air. She felt Ivan's rough hands grab her and turn her onto her stomach. "No," she screamed. "Please, no!" But his mind was made up as he pushed her on her belly toward the red, pulsating tip of Leon's cock that waited for her impatiently. With his great strength he lifted her torso up, and forcing her to stay on her hands and knees, pushed her toward his comrade until her gaping mouth was poised directly over his throbbing phallus.
"Suck it," the man hissed in Russian, not needing a translation to tell the girl what he wanted, but she shook her head violently in protest.
A sudden sharp pain on the soft white flesh of her buttocks told her otherwise and again the pain came from the giant hand of Ivan as he slapped her hard, telling her that she would do as they said.
But she couldn't, she just couldn't do it! They would have to kill her before she would put a strange man's sexual organ in her mouth.
Again, a hard slap on the reddening flesh of her buttocks, and without warning, Leon grabbed her by the ears and pulled her toward him, but she turned her mouth away, and buried it in the soft sweating skin of his belly.
She wouldn't do it!
"No," she cried as the hand hit her again. But instead of intense pain, she felt a tingling between her legs at the slap. The wetness that came from between her legs, was beginning to flood more intensely now, lewdly wetting the flesh of her inner thighs.
"No," she wailed again, wanting to be slapped, wanting to feel the welts of punishment rising on her soft behind. It was like nothing she had experienced before. Each time he slapped her the passion rose higher, surging through her body like a river of desire whose banks knew no limit.
Her knees were becoming like rubber, unable to hold her as he hit her again and again. She felt as : if her whole body was on fire from her thighs to the exquisite pain of the other man crushing his fingers tightly around her ears.
Leon knew what the blows were doing to her. Each slap was bringing her closer to climax, its thunder-like crack firing her loins. Finally he let go of her ears and grabbed at the roots of her long silken hair, pulling her face down closer to the burning red tip of his massive cock.
It was there in front of her, the final humility. She knew that she must open her mouth and accept the droplet of white hot liquid that sat high atop the swollen cock. She knew that it was wrong, that her life was falling to a bottomless low, yet, too, she knew that she wanted to. Yes! She wanted to wrap her lips around the fiery end of the hot head and suck its depraved juices deep into her throat. She wanted to ... she wanted to do it!
Afraid, she parted her lips and gingerly flicked out her tongue to taste the hot droplet of white fluid that beckoned to her. Without another thought, her mouth opened wider and accepted the burning head into her mouth, sucking at it softly.
She barely heard the loud, "Aaaahhhhhhh!" that groaned from the Russian's Lips as she sucked at his throbbing cock, bobbing her head slightly, taking a little more each time, until more than half of the rock hard prick smoothed around the inside of her mouth, almost touching the back of her throat. It was wrong, but she loved it; she loved the taste of the swollen flesh intruding obscenely into her mouth!
She sucked harder, pulling more into her mouth as she held the base of the huge stem with both hands, when suddenly, she felt a diamond-like hardness slipping between her wide-spread legs from behind.
Ivan!
Karen had completely forgotten about the other man who had been pounding her soft quivering buttocks so ruthlessly with his huge meaty palms. Now she could feel his massive cock probing for the open lips of her strangely excited pussy, waiting to find the right moment to plunge its length deep up inside her.
Each probe came a little harder and she spread her legs further to ease the entry. She could feel it was big, bigger than she had dreamed. The huge cock had grown larger and larger, harder and harder, each time the big man had slapped her, until it was more gigantic than it had ever been before. And it ached as it never had before, trying to find the wet, white hot opening of her cunt. Karen could feel the massive, throbbing tip worm its way salaciously into the wet, hair lined entrance of her aching vagina and she tried to spread her legs a little further and relax her muscles so that she might take the huge organ without being hurt.
Rotating his hips to find a better position, Ivan held himself for a moment, then with all his might and savagery, he plunged the huge weapon deep into the wet confines of the girl's lust incited cunt.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" she screamed around Leon's cock still locked wetly in the warm saliva of her mouth. The pain was fantastic, bordering on the insane. But, at the same time, masochistically pleasurable.
She clenched her eyes, trying to blot out the sudden sharpness of the terrible pain. Then, seconds later, when she opened them, the pain began to move slowly back and forth inside her soft, warm, hair lined pussy. She was filled completely to the hilt, and could feel the pulsating tip pushing against her sensitive cervix, fucking in and out through the hot smooth tunnel of her vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as the huge cock stroked harder, exciting her further, making her suck more voraciously at the massive prick in her mouth. "MMMMmmmmmmm," she moaned again as the thrusts became longer and faster, teasing at her insides, burning through her entire body.
Through her own soft mewls of pleasure she could hear Leon groaning with delight at the swirling tongue circling hungrily around his own huge cock. His animal sounds made her bend to her obscene task even harder, trying to suck by force the molten liquid from his balls into her mouth. She needed it, please cum, please cum!
She clenched her muscles of her buttocks in an effort to force a climax from the sadistic Ivan who was boring into her from behind harder and harder with his wildly twitching cock. Each time she bucked her buttocks back against his smashing pelvis, he groaned an agonizing groan, throwing his head back and forth in ecstasy.
It was more than he had ever hoped for from the whimpering girl who now was sucking his comrade, and churning her body back against his yearning cock harder and harder as though she had hungered all her life for this moment. Again ... Again...! Then it came!
His balls seemed to explode as the white hot sperm shot through his giant cock, seeming to cut at the head with razors and glass as it spewed like a raging torrent of hot, liquid fire deep into the belly of the helpless girl kneeling before him.
Oh, she thought, oh, God, he's cumming. Her mind reeled as the fiery sperm filled her body more and more until it began to overflow out around the tight clasping lips of her aching cunt. And then the horrible thought hit her like a ton of bricks. What if she became pregnant! What if she were to have a bestial Russian baby!
"Oooohhhh, n-noooooo!" she wailed, the other man's cock still in her impaled sucking mouth. That was all it took.
The man fucking her in the mouth had had too much, and he lost his control as his anus contracted in twitching spasms, his juices shooting along the underside of his massive prick and filling the girl's mouth to the brim with its sticky wetness, spewing deep into her throat.
Karen's throat contracted, almost choking as the liquid filled her mouth. It was impossible to scream, impossible to do anything but swallow the white heated sperm to keep from choking to death and somehow, the pungent male taste filling her throat and nostrils drove her on. Before the cock in her mouth finished its climax, her buttocks began to fill with tension beyond belief. There was no more time; and suddenly the spring of dammed desire unleashed its fury and her whole body rose up like a huge wave and came crashing down onto the mattress.
She lifted her head, the sperm covered rod slipping wetly from her lips, and screamed, "Aaarggghhhh, I'm cummmiinnggg!"
The girl tried to buck away from the man whose still throbbing cock still lay embedded deep up between her quivering thighs as her climax brought her all the way to a wild, heavenly crest, then suddenly crushed her down again against the squeaking mattress, exhausted and void of all feeling but the slowly dying sensations of her frenzied, uncontrolled orgasm.
Her worst fears had all happened!
She had been raped by two invading Russians, but worse, she had submitted, almost joyfully, to sucking one man's cock while the other had fucked her from behind, then finished in inexcusable depravity by becoming so excited, so overwhelmed, that she herself, had climaxed in complete submission to their wills.
A cloud of darkness spread over her mind as the two Russians got off the bed and started to dress. There were no questions from her now. For the young raped widow, the pure, clean life she had always known was over forever and outside she could hear the tramping boots of a thousand more conquerors descending down on her crippled city.
How many more of these would she have to submit her naked body to before the sins of her own country's soldiers were atoned? How many? Oh God, how many?
CHAPTER FOUR
Jogging and stumbling along behind Kurt and Eva, Erika could not control her tears. Less than five minutes ago she had seen that ugly brute in the Russian uniform grab her dearest friend and force her back into the basement for God knows what.
Flashing thoughts of Eva after her rape, passed through the girls mind. Rape! Rape! was all she could think as she tried to keep up with her fellow refugees. What terrible fate awaited Karen, she thought. Karen isn't strong enough to take it, and if it does happen she will surely die. Why? Why all the evil? Why the raping and looting? Too many questions in a confused world for a frightened girl to cope with.
"Erika," she heard Kurt yell in a half whisper, "Hurry up!" Pushing harder with her already aching legs, the girl hurried to catch up with the couple in front of her. "We'll rest here," Kurt told her. "We don't have much time, but we must stop for a couple of minutes, otherwise we'll never make it." The trio ducked into a large wooden framed doorway for shelter from the moonlit sky. Except for the moon, there was no light in Berlin to guide them, or expose them.
Erika held her throat, trying to catch her breath. They had run nearly a mile through the streets and had not encountered a single person. There was no noise, no laughter, no shooting, just complete silence. It wasn't like the Berlin of two years ago, full of soldiers and women, laughing, drinking in the Beergardens and sleeping together in the many hotels of Europe's once most powerful capitol.
The British and Americans had invaded the continent more than a year before, and now the Russians were fighting in the streets of Germany's capital city.
Since the allies had begun their strong advance, forcing the German armies farther and farther back with each passing day, everything in life had gone sour for Erika and most other Germans. Now, with Hitler probably dead, the war effort would collapse.
It was almost common knowledge to those in Berlin who had contacts, that the Nazi Generals did not want to continue the hopeless war under the direction of the Austrian lunatic.
But the war's end would mean revenge, famine, hardship and a worse tyranny for anyone with a German name. Erika had seen the beginning of the end the moment she had witnessed the death of the four German soldiers in the street a few hours before. Since that time she had seen the result of rape, and the beginning of a rape, both to her two dearest friends. She was terrified that she may be next in line for the sacrificial gutter altars of the barbaric Russian infantry.
Nothing made sense to the confused girl. She was witnessing the end of an era that would never be replaced, except by the ugliness of soviet rule. "I-I'm alright now," she said, her breath controlled and even.
"Good," Kurt said, his eyes keen for any movement on the street. "We've got to find a place to hide until I can figure a route to take. I don't think the Russians have occupied any of the city in front of us yet."
Straining his eyes at immobile shadows that seemed to move in the dark, Kurt took another look along the street and turned to the girls. "We'll go now," he said, "But for God's sake be quiet, and if we have to run, it'll be everyone for himself. That way at least some of us might have a chance."
Cautiously he stepped out from the doorway, standing still for a moment and looking again both ways. "Come on," he whispered. "It looks clear."
The two girls followed him as he began walking along the sidewalk, sticking close to the shadows alongside the buildings. Erika was careful not to make any noise for fear that they would be discovered.
Her tears had dried, but nothing could relieve the ache in her breast as she thought of Karen. She tried concentrating on Eva's back, not wanting to get lost, and not wanting to think anymore about her friend back in the basement of her home. I must not be caught, she thought. I couldn't bear it.
A crash stopped them where they stood, none of them moving, but just holding their breath and waiting for something to follow, when a large brown rat scurried out of an alley and across the street.
Erika breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Kurt who had turned to see if she and Eva were alright. The rat scare made her all the more aware of the tension that hung heavy in her breasts, almost choking her. If she were that scared, what would happen if they ran into the Russians?
Trying to be brave, Erika followed along for another block, while Kurt scouted each alley, then made the girls wait while he checked the street corners, where they dashed across at his command. Now that they were walking, time seemed to creep, though their pace was much faster than a regular walker might take. Finally, in the middle of the fourth block, Kurt turned into a bombed out police station for cover. "We'll wait here for a while," he said. "Everything seems too quiet and I don't like the looks of it. We should be safe back in the shadows."
Erika and Eva followed him inside to the rear of the building where the remnants of a few small cells still stood. They watched as he moved what remained of a small desk and cot so that they would have room to sit, then motioned the girls to get on the floor and stay still.
Each minute seemed an eternity as they waited for something to happen, not knowing what to expect. Erika looked about for her suitcase, then realized that she had left it in the coal bin when they had run from the house, not thinking to take the last of her possessions with her. Except for a few marks that Hans had given her, she was without a single material possession in the world.
Poor Hans, she thought, What could they have taken him for? There was no reason to arrest or even detain a poor crippled war veteran who had no knowledge of anything, not even the whereabouts of his own wife.
Though he had become a bitter, hardened man, she still loved him and knew she would feel lost without him. How would she ever find him if they both got out of the war alive?
Trying to sort out her future, Erika was suddenly interrupted by noises in the street, not far from the building where she was hiding. Kurt held his hand in front of the girls, signaling them to be quiet, while he strained his eyes and ears to determine what the noise was.
In a moment two dark shadows appeared on the sidewalk from in front of the house next door. Erika could see the silhouettes of two rifles slung on the shoulders of two Russian infantrymen who had stopped for a cigarette.
She could see their faces as one lit a match for the other, holding it to the cigarette until it was lit, then lighting his own. Her eyes strained to see if either was the soldier she had seen grab Karen, but neither was similar at all.
The two men stood talking in low voices, looking up and down the street constantly. There voices were heavy, but not without a bit of humor as they chuckled a small laugh now and then; the kind of laugh men laugh when they talk about women they have known.
After what seemed like an hour to the trio huddled in the back of the police station, the two Russians dropped their cigarettes, unslung their rifles and began to walk away. It was several minutes before Erika heard any noise except for the retreating footsteps of their boots. Kurt spoke first. "We've got to move."
"But, Kurt," his wife said, "What if they see us?"
"I don't think those two will," he said, "But if there are any more of them around, they might search the ruin and we wouldn't stand a chance."
Erika said nothing as Kurt cautiously removed himself from his cramped sitting position and fumbled through the fallen stones until he was at the sidewalk. She watched as he looked for any sign of life on the streets, then signaled the girls to follow him.
The only sound on the street came from their footfalls as they carefully made their way down the block. Erika breathed as shallowly as possible, trying to drown out any unnecessary sound that she might make, fearing that she would be the one to give them away.
Kurt motioned to the girls to stop when he came to another corner. They stood frozen to the sidewalk as he ventured out slowly to check for any enemy soldiers. When he got to the other side of the street he turned and waved to the girls to join him.
Erika was halfway across the street when she heard the first, "Halt!" Terrified, she stopped where she stood, Eva directly in front of her. "Run," Kurt yelled at them. "For God's sake run!"
The command was all she needed to propel her across the street at breakneck speed, passing Eva like she was standing still. "Eva!" she heard Kurt yell and turned to see Eva sprawled on the pavement where she had tripped.
Instinctively she started back to help her friend, but Kurt, who had already passed her, yelled another command. "Go on, get out of here! Run, Erika."
Frightened like a fox being chased by hounds she obeyed, almost unable to keep up with her feet as they ran faster and faster to escape the unmistakable Russian accent of the "Halt!" she had heard a moment before.
There were no more sounds behind her and she did not bother to turn to look. If her friends were to be caught or shot, she did not want to see it happen. Too much had happened already, and anything else might break her. She must escape.
After he yelled at Erika to run, Kurt had hurried to his wife to help her up. He heard another "Halt!", but ignored it, trying to get his wife to her feet, but she had twisted her ankle and only looked up at him with helpless pleading eyes.
"Go, my Darling! she said. "It's no use. Run, please!" But Kurt could not abandon her. She was his life and he would not leave her alone to face the Russians again. Perhaps if he were with her, they would not ravage her again.
Suddenly a sharp pain struck at the stump where his arm had been. He fell heavily to the pavement and rolled over, trying to get to his feet when he was hit again by the butt of a Russian rifle.
When he raised his head he found that he was looking down the barrel of a submachine gun. "Don't move," a heavy voice commanded in Russian, and Kurt decided from the scowl on the soldiers face that he should make no attempt to get up.
For nearly a minute he stared at the long barrel of the loaded gun until he heard footsteps approaching.
A soldier who was obviously in command, and probably a sergeant, bent over Eva, examining her swelling ankle, then walked over to the one-armed man who lay still on the asphalt, not moving anything but his eyes.
The sergeant shouldered his rifle and took a German dictionary from his pocket, flipping the pages until he came to the appropriate one. Reading from the book, he asked Kurt his name and Eva's.
Slowly, so that the sergeant would understand him, he told him what he wanted to know, then tried to explain that he and his wife were trying to get to her mother's house, telling the sergeant that the old woman was sick and in need of care. Instead of listening to the answer, which he couldn't understand anyway, the Russian tried vainly to pronounce a few more German words from the book, but his accent was so bad that Kurt could understand nothing.
Snorting, the sergeant turned to one of his men and told him to do something. Quickly the private picked the girl from the pavement, making no effort to be gentle with her as he pulled the limping girl to where his sergeant was standing.
Trying Russian, the sergeant questioned her, but she understood nothing. His patience strained by the day's fighting, the burly enlisted commander shouted an order to his men, and they grabbed the girl and her husband, shoving them roughly ahead as they walked toward a house at the end of the street where another soviet soldier stood guard on the steps.
In a moment they were inside the house being pushed into a large living room. Kurt could see that it was well furnished as he looked about him. There was a large sofa on one wall, an exquisite table surrounded by four very expensive chairs, a well filled book shelf and a number of large fur pillows on the floor. "How do you like our small barracks," a voice said in German behind him.
Kurt wheeled to see a Russian lieutenant standing in the doorway behind him. He was tall with strong features, but one thing stood out. His hair was snow white, though he was only about twenty five years old. He was obviously an albino.
"You speak German," Kurt asked. "Of course," the lieutenant said. "Many of us do. You didn't think we were illiterate, did you?"
"No, no," Kurt said. "It's just that none of your men could understand what I was saying outside."
The lieutenant smiled and turned to the sergeant, asking him a question. Kurt watched as the soldier told his lieutenant what had happened in the street when they were captured. He could tell by the tone of voice that the sergeant didn't care for Germans at all.
"Why did you run," the lieutenant said to Kurt, turning his head back toward him.
Before Kurt could answer, the lieutenant continued, "It's obvious that you were on a mission for the city's resistance forces. We know about your group who are working with the army, trying to undermine our efforts to free you.
"The great army of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic now occupies the eastern third of your city, and we will, in two more days hold all of Berlin...." Kurt listened to the Russian's impeccable German as he spoke. It was true, the end was near, and in less than a week his city would be occupied by troops of a foreign country. He knew of the blood shed during the Russian revolution of 1917, and if the Soviets could do that to their own people, what would they do to Germany?
Kurt held Eva, whose sprained ankle still ached with a great deal of pain. He felt that she would be safe, now that there was an officer present. Officers had a code of honor, he thought, that they must live up to at all times. Eva would be safe here...." and so you realize," the lieutenant continued, "that you must confess or we will be forced to resort to other means." Confess, Kurt thought, confess what? "But I've done nothing," he said. "I've told you that we were going to see my wife's mother. She's very ill and needs attention."
"No," the Russian said. "Running gave you away. And the woman who escaped; she was one of you, yet she ran on. It's obvious that she had Some sort of message ... but it doesn't matter. We know how to get a confession."
"I swear it isn't true," Kurt pleaded almost desperately. "You can torture me all you want, but I've already told you the truth."
"Torture you," the lieutenant sneered. "We don't employ such barbaric tactics. Torture belongs to the Third Reich. No, Mein Herr, your wife will provide the entertainment that will make you change your mind."
"Eva! No, You can't," he yelled and lunged toward the lieutenant, his single fist ready to strike at the leering grin.
In an instant Kurt lay sprawled across one of the pillows holding his stomach while he gasped for breath. No! God, No! he groaned deliriously, not Eva! She had already gone through too much for any woman. The Russians had raped her once today, and now they were going to torture her, or worse yet, ravish her again.
"Get up," the lieutenant commanded. "I want to see what your wife will do for us!" Two strong young soldiers jerked him to his feet and held him tightly, while a third brought a rope and tied his one hand behind his back then pushed him into a chair. "You'll see better from there," the lieutenant said, his stained teeth showing from between his lips. "Your wife's very pretty and should give us a very good show."
It was insane, Kurt thought. These men were supposed to be soldiers not lunatics. An image of his wife being raped by the four men that afternoon raced through his mind. No, it can't happen again, not to her!
He was able to breathe, but the ache in the pit of his stomach kept him half bent in the chair. It felt like the muscles had been split apart. Through his pain he watched the Albino lieutenant remove his jacket and smile at the girl.
"Strip her," the officer commanded in Russian.
Two men started forward, but the sergeant called them back sharply. "I'll do it," he smiled in anticipation and walked past the lieutenant to the girl who had backed up against the fireplace. "She looks too good for a private to touch."
Kurt watched in horror as the big burly sergeant pulled his wife toward him and began to undo her belt, then the buttons of her coat. He couldn't believe that she was not struggling. Instead she stood perfectly still and he removed the coat and stepped back for a second to look at her firm, white, body that pressed tightly against the confines of her dress. Eva had seen the Russian's brutality before and knew that resistance would only mean more trouble for the both of them. One by one he unfastened the buttons on the front of the blouse, until it hung open, revealing the old whiteness of her bra and panties, through which he could see the dark triangle of soft pubic hair at the apex of her thighs.
Seeing the bruises on her body as the dress fell to the floor the lieutenant said, "I see that you beat your wife, Herr Schmidt. What kind of one-armed maniac are you." Kurt nearly spat at the white haired officer. "Your soldiers did that to her this afternoon," he said, his face red with rage. "Leave her alone!"
The Russian said nothing, but nodded to his sergeant, who moved behind the girl to unfasten her bra. Kurt could see tears of humiliation filling her eyes, but she held her head high, trying to hold back the flood that was certain to come. Kurt watched the bra fall to the floor and saw the familiar round, firm young breasts spring into the free air, quivering slightly at the midnight coolness. Her nipples rose rapidly erect, jutting out from the large breasts that held themselves high, while her otherwise expressionless face, reddened with shame.
"Beautiful," the lieutenant gasped as the sergeant bent to pick up the bra as a souvenir.
Kurt could not take his eyes off his young wife as her panties were removed. He could see her tears now streaming down her cheeks as she stepped out of the panties. She wasn't going to resist at all, he thought. What is the matter with her?
The one armed German's jaw muscles twitched with anger as he watched his wife being paraded naked in front of the Russian officer. They had no right to do this. War is depraved enough without having to resort to rape, he thought.
The lieutenant took the girl by the arm and walked over to where her husband was sitting, bound and helpless. "No confession," he asked. "We're not spies or resistance fighters," he hissed through his teeth, too proud to give a false confession that might save his wife. "For God's sake, leave her alone."
"Very well," the officer said, "You leave me no choice."
He hadn't wanted a confession, particularly, just an excuse to justify his screwing the beautiful young girl, who strangely enough was submitting to his demands silently and without resistance. He thought that there wasn't a woman alive who wouldn't want to have what he could give them, and now he would give it to this girl while her helpless crippled husband watched. His revenge on the Germans that had decimated his homeland would then be complete. The Russian turned and held the girl at arm's length running his eyes along the sleek lines of her thighs to the silken pubic hair that covered the soft, pink lips of her vagina. She was unbelievable, he thought as he looked across her smooth, flat stomach and widened his eyes at the sight of her large moon-like breasts.
He released his grip and sat in a chair for a moment while a private removed his boots. Standing and unbuttoning his trousers he told his soldiers to leave the room. They had seen enough. This show was to be for her husband only.
The girl stood shivering, her head lowered, unable to look at her husband or the albino lieutenant who was about to fuck her against her will. She knew that it would do her no good to resist because he would have his way, no matter what she did. She was ashamed and humiliated, knowing that Kurt, her own husband, would have to watch the terrible spectacle, unable to do anything. She had been raped once, and though it was terrible, she had lived through it once, and could live through the terrifying experience again. But would her husband be able to stand it?
Kurt turned his eyes from his wife to the Russian who had just removed the last of his clothing. His huge cock hung limply between his legs. Kurt's eyes widened at the sight of it, much larger than his own. It could split her open he thought, unable to take his eyes off the gigantic weapon that hung loose, slowly starting to inflate with the blood of passion.
"No, don't," Kurt begged the officer. "I swear, I'll kill you if I get out of here alive." Without looking at the one armed husband the Russian said, "Be sure to watch closely, Herr Schmidt. You may learn something about your wife." The bastard! He was going through with it He was going to rape her right in front of her helplessly bound husband! Kurt watched in horror as the Russian commanded the girl to kneel on her knees in front of him. My God, he thought, he wouldn't! He can't!
Eva turned her head shamefully away from the white haired officer and he ordered her again to get to her knees. It was impossible that anyone could be so cruel as to make her do that, yet the Russian was going to do it anyway.
Slowly the girl knelt, resting her knees on a large white fur pillow. She bent low, resting her weight on her hands, keeping her face toward the floor. She couldn't do it, not for him, not for anyone. She couldn't let her husband see her debauched by having to suck the man's gigantic prick. But even as she fought within her own mind she knew it was hopeless. It was she and Kurt's only hope of ever coming out of this house alive. "Suck it!" the Russian ordered, knowing that his word was law in that room. He would force the girl to do anything he desired and she would have to submit while her husband watched it all.
Slowly she raised her head in obedience. She could barely see the massive prick through her tear filled eyes. She started to lean back as he took a step toward her, putting the huge cock only inches from her face. She had no choice.
Oh, God, No! Kurt screamed to himself silently. Don't let her do it. His eyes were glued to the small hand that reached out and wrapped its fingers around the limp hanging flesh of the Russians great prick. Unbelieving he saw his wife lift it gently toward her wet Lips.
Eva was blind with tears as she brought the tip toward her open mouth. I must for us, she thought, I must! Oh, Kurt, forgive me, darling, forgive me!
Kurt's jaw hung wide open as he watched his wife round her soft red Lips and suck the first inch of the Russian's cock into her mouth. She nibbled at it for a moment as though enjoying it, than sucked it further in, a little at a time. Tears filled his eyes as he watched her take even more of it into the warm, wet, confines of her mouth until almost the entire piece of flesh was protruding stalk-like from the profile of her face.
This was his wife, the woman he loved! How could she do it? He had never even thought of asking her to do it to him, yet now, with a total stranger, an enemy soldier, she had swallowed almost his whole cock into her pure young mouth and had started to suck it. She seemed to know what she was doing instinctively, and began sucking harder, feeling the raw excited flesh growing in her mouth. How did she know, Kurt thought. Who had taught her to do this terrible thing?
Kurt heard the Russian moan as his wife sucked at his growing cock. She was having trouble breathing as it grew to its massive proportions, hardening like granite deep in her throat. It was going to be too much for her to take in her mouth at one time, she thought as she felt the rubbery tip push unmercifully at the tender flesh deep in the back of her throat. Each thrust sent a tingling to her loins as she sucked.
Her tongue involuntarily slipped around the cock in small circles, while she closed her eyes in amazement as a sudden flood of thick juices oozed from her haircovered pussy, trailing down her long soft thighs. Bewildered at the fire building in her, she stopped sucking for a moment trying to understand the strange, unwanted ache in her burning cunt.
She felt the albino's two large hands grab the back of her head, holding tight onto her long shiny hair. Slowly the pressure of his hands guided her back and forth in a quickening rhythm until suddenly they released their grip and she was bobbing faster, stroking the rock hard cock with her mouth at her own volition. "Faster," the Russian commanded, his breath coming hard and fast from his open mouth.
Kurt watched in horror as his wife obeyed immediately and began bobbing her head back and forth as fast as she could possibly go, all the while sucking at the throbbing fiery cock, drawing its seeping fluids into her mouth. Each time it sunk deeper the tightness in her cunt gripped at her, pulling at the contracting pink lips down between her legs and arousing her more with each passing second.
"Uugghhhh!" the Russian groaned and suddenly pushed the girl away from him before he would be forced to cum. He looked down at her as she lay sprawled over a pillow, her eyes clenched in amazement at the shooting waves of obscene sensation that coursed through her aching body.
Never before had she sucked a man, but the obscene feeling of his cock deep in her throat, leaking its precious hot fluids had excited her more then ever before. To her, it was suddenly no longer rape, but a savage fucking that she was going to get. But she wanted to be fucked by this white haired man until his huge cock split her open. There was only one man in the world that would satisfy her, and he stood now, naked before her, his giant throbbing cock jutting straight out from his hard body and it belonged to her.
Sickened by what was happening, Kurt moaned as he watched his wife start to get back on her knees to suck him some more. But the albino had other plans, and pushed her back onto the floor, falling on top of her, then rolling over.
The one armed man watched helplessly as his wife again grabbed the swollen rock hard cock and straddling his loins, positioned it at the opening of her soft, hair-lined cunt. Her head rolled back and forth in ecstasy as she tried to masturbate with the red hot crown, rubbing it slowly back and forth across the warm, wet opening of her hungering vagina. Both of her hands held it as she pushed the tip across the swollen bud of her clitoris, sending herself into a blinding sexual void, knowing nor feeling nothing but the massive throbbing cock that raked across the pink lips of her aching cunt.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her mouth open wide as her head thrashed from side to side in ecstasy. She had to have it now! She had to be fucked by this brutal cock even if it killed her! Even with her, even with her helpless husband looking on and watching the shame of her depraved submission!
Horrified and frozen Kurt watched his wife position the smooth rubbery tip of the grinning Russian's cock at the opening of her cunt. Her eyes were glued to the deep blue of the Russian's eyes as she straddled him, her legs as far apart as she could spread them while she kneeled over him. It felt so good, soo goooood!
"Oh," she gasped. "Fuck me, please, FUCK ME WITH IT!" Kurt felt like his whole world was crashing down around him as he heard the words. He could see that the officer was torturing her by holding back and not letting her push her loins down on the cock.
Eva was terrified when the Russian grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled it from her grasp. She couldn't stand it any longer. "Please," she begged, "Fuck me oh God, FUCK ME!!"
"Raise yourself up, bitch," he commanded.
Kurt could not believe his tear-filled eyes as his wife gladly did everything that the albino commanded. He watched while, like a slave, Eva lifted herself straight up, her knees on either side of the Russian's hips. He could see the quivering flesh of her moon white buttocks clench together in excited expectation.
"Put it in," he ordered.
A wicked smile crossed the girl's face as she grabbed the enormous rigid cock with both hands. Suddenly she was frightened that the huge organ might split her open. She couldn't move, except to lower her head and look again at the huge throbbing phallus she held in her hands.
"Don't waste any more time you Nazi Cunt! Put it in!" he bellowed. No matter how big it was, she had to have it, she had to be fucked now. Gingerly she eased the oversized pulsating head into the opening of her wet slippery cunt. Her juices flowed freely over the tip as she-edged it slightly inside. And suddenly, he jerked his hips skyward and plunged the whole throbbing head inside her, nearly bursting the tight fleshy ring of her small vagina. "Oooohhhh," she groaned, her hands pressed down on his belly trying to raise herself off the impaling dagger. But the Russian's old hands grabbed her hips and held her hard down on the huge throbbing cock.
The pressure of his fingers digging into her soft excited thighs forced her to submit. Slowly he pulled her downward, more and more of the giant fiery cock slid ruthlessly into the wetness of her burning cunt, rubbing along the smooth walls of , her vagina until it touched her cervix.
"Oh God, please," she wailed. "Oooh, it hurts too much."
But the sadistic albino kept pulling her downward until the softness of her buttocks flattened j against his groin, while his massive prick stretched the inside of her ravenous cunt to excruciating limits. While her husband watched, Eva began to rock back and forth with a look of ecstatic sexual desire on her face. Back and forth, like riding a galloping horse at full speed. She could feel the magnificent rod of flesh churning the fires inside her as he matched her movement with rhythmic thrusts from his massive prick, grinding his pelvis into the soft flesh of her cuntal Lips. With each churning movement she could feel the rock hard base of his cock stretch her cunt wider and wider, until it had almost doubled in size and the smooth, wet walls held him tight like a tight fitting rubber glove.
"Uuuhghhh," the strange looking Russian grunted. He turned his head toward Kurt, smiling his yellow smile. He knew that her husband was near a nervous breakdown. No man could take watching this, but the albino was going to make sure that the ex-German soldier would be scarred for life. He wanted to hurt the girl so badly that she would do nothing but cry for more. He raised his pelvis harder as she rode back and forth on his massive cock, and smashed into her own hard bones sending shocks of white light to her brain.
"Ooooh, oooohhhh," she cried in painful pleasure. Kurt could not understand what was happening. The Russian was obviously hurting her, but she loved it. Was this the way she had acted when she had been so viciously fucked by the four men before. Did she suck them, too? Did she enjoy it so much?
His eyes riveted to the spot where the two groins met, slamming into each other with the fury of a thunderstorm. He could see the wet glistening base of the huge cock ravaging her wide stretched cunt. Her white hot juices spilled over the Russians belly and thighs as she rode harder, trying to reach the climax she begged for. "Oooh, fuck," she cried. "Oh oh harder, harder, please FUCK ME HARDER!!" her scream filled the room as she dug her fingernails into the hard flesh of the Russian's stomach.
Her pleadings heightened the albino's excitement, and the digging fingernails urged him to grab the soft round moons of her buttocks. He slid his hand around to the crevice between them and searched for the red rubbery ring of her tight virginal anus. It was hard to find as she bucked back and forth, but in a moment his searching fingers succeeded.
While his hands held the cheeks of her ass wide apart, he shoved his index finger at the elastic sphincter, probing at the tightly clenched muscle. He pushed again and again until it started to relax.
The girl, now completely unaware that her husband was watching, felt the probing finger and fought it off for only a few seconds. The insisting finger lodged in the relaxed muscle, then suddenly thrust itself in up to the first knuckle. "Oooh," the girl cried at the sudden intrusion. It felt strange, yet inviting. There was little pain in her already hypersensitive state. Every touch, every movement of the big Russian only further excited her, and when the finger pushed harder until it was buried to the second knuckle, she thought she would explode.
Kurt watched in spite of himself. He didn't want to see any more, but the depraved sight in front of him held all of his attention. Whore! he thought as he watched her reveling in the ecstasy of the finger now worming its way all the way into her ass, squirming and digging at the soft flesh of her rectum.
Her husband watched as she jerked forward spastically each time the large finger tore at her insides. She had no control at all. Her body and soul were at the disposal of the albino who was fucking her front and back with his ravenous cock and vicious finger. She was ready to come; ready to explode at any second. She wanted his hot juices to fill her until she would drown, yet she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck for the rest of her life. She could never get enough, not after this.
Kurt heard the Russian groan, "Aaarrgghhh!," and lifted his head to see the albino throwing his whole weight upward, completely filling his wife with the massive twitching cock. His body jerk spastically as his balls burst and shot torrents of white hot cum deep into the girl's body, flooding deep in her womb as she bucked furiously trying to reach her own climax.
She could feel the cum overflowing from her fiery cunt, spilling over her thighs and across the big man's groin. "Oh," she gasped, feeling the first big wave of climax hit her as he jerked his finger again. "Oh, oh, I'm cumming! Aaarrggghhhhh!"
Her scream nearly broke Kurt's eardrums as he watched her twitch in a wild dance of sexual ecstasy, still atop the Russian's throbbing cock. Her juices mingled with the white hot cum that still filled her jerking cunt as waves of electric shocks shot through her entire body, causing her to throw her head back and forth in ecstasy.
Suddenly she collapsed on top of the albino, moaning, "Ooohhh, oooohh!" The lieutenant had done as he had promised. He had shown the girl's husband that she knew much more than he had ever thought. Kurt was now at the man's mercy. Pushing Eva off of him, the Russian sat upright on the floor, looking at the stricken husband whose eyes were blood red from tears. "A real trick," he said. "I'd be willing to bet your wife has never fucked you like that." Kurt barely heard him say, "wife."
"Wife," he said. "She's not my wife. I've never been married and if I were, it wouldn't be to a whore like that." Eva raised her head from the floor and looked at her husband. For a moment she didn't recognize him, but his armless sleeve brought her back to her senses.
"Kurt," she said. "I'm your wife, me, Eva!"
"You filthy fucking whore!"
"Kurt, oh, Kurt! I had to do it. You know he would have killed us both if I didn't. Please," she pleaded. "I'm your wife. I love you."
Kurt turned to the lieutenant, pretending no to hear his wife's pleading. "This woman is part o the resistance," he said. "She's supposed to murder any Russian soldier who gets into her bed. Nothing but a common streetwalker."
"Thank you, Herr Schmidt," the lieutenant said. "Now if you'll join my men outside the door, they will find out for me how you came to know this."
"I'll take care of the girl."
"Oh, Kurt," she cried. "Please."
What were they going to do to him, she thought in her overpowering shame. Why, oh, God, why did I do it. I should have let them kill us. Her life was finished forever. Kurt had disowned her, and now he would probably be shot himself. What did she have to live for.
She raised her head to see the Russian putting his boots back on, when suddenly she heard a single rifle shot in the street. Oh, Kurt, she thought. Oh, dearest Kurt and she collapsed in a dead faint to the floor.
CHAPTER FIVE
After leaving Kurt and Eva behind, Erika had run for five long city blocks until she nearly collapsed. Stumbling into an alley, she saw a row of garbage cans and sought refuge behind them.
The smell of rotten garbage was horrible. Half the garbage in the city had been ignored for the last ten days, while every available person had worked on either clearing ruins, or preparing for the Russian assault.
Erika covered her nose with her hand, trying to subdue the terrible smell, but could not get enough air for her starving lungs. The long run had taken every ounce of strength she could muster. She had neither looked nor heard anything as she escaped the feared Russians.
Confused and frightened, she tried to think about her two friends. If Eva was hurt, and Kurt there to protect her, the Russians would probably leave her alone, especially if they knew she had already been raped once. Surely they were human enough to have compassion to leave the poor girl alone.
Suddenly she realized that she was totally alone in the world. Her husband and her only four friends had been taken prisoner by the invaders. No one had told her where to find a channel of escape. Hans never confided in her, and Kurt had not had time to tell her what to do in case she found herself alone.
There seemed to be no other person alive on the planet earth. No sounds came from the street or the sky. Dark rain clouds rolled across the face of the city, casting weird shadows over Berlin. Erika had never been afraid of the dark, but tonight, it was too much. She needed the light to keep her company, but at the same time she needed the darkness to escape.
Looking behind her she saw a row of backdoors that led to a dozen houses. Though it was midnight, not a single light shown from any of the windows facing the alleyway. Either the houses were vacant, or everyone was still on blackout alert.
Perhaps they have all fled, she thought. Surely by now most of the people have heard the shooting and known that the Russians were in the city. If they were fleeing their homes, there must be some avenue of escape. She would only have to look for people, and they would be able to help her. Certainly the citizens of Berlin would not turn on their countrymen with the exception, of course, of the criminal element who were stealing everything they could get their hands on.
Erika rose from behind the foul rotten garbage cans and started to walk down the alleyway. She creaked open a screen door and tried the lock on the entranceway, but it was secure. She listened a moment for any sound from the house, then moved on to the next door.
She was halfway down the alley when she found an unlocked door. It creaked loudly as she slowly swung it open. Halting for a moment, she listened for sounds of life inside, but heard nothing. They must be gone, she thought.
Inside the house it was pitch black. All the blackout curtains were drawn to keep out what was left of the shadowy moonlight. Erika walked carefully down the long dark hallway, checking each door as she went, but finding no one.
The exhausted girl wanted to sleep badly, and if no one was home, she might be able to use one of the empty beds. Erika climbed the darks stairs the led to the second story. Before trying to go to sleep she thought to check all the rooms and make sure she was alone.
In a few minutes she had searched every room and found them all empty. No one was in the house, though it was still completely furnished, even to the beds which were made up neatly. Perhaps, she thought, the Russians had already taken the people away.
She walked into the master bedroom and opened the closet door to find it completely full. Nothing had been taken, making her think that the occupants were led away by the Russian searching parties.
Closing the closet door, she turned to the bed and saw its warm softness beckoning her. It had been such a long and terrifying day. She needed sleep and decided to he down for a few hours, until she could clear the webs of confusion and think of a plan of action.
Quietly, as if not to awaken anyone, she began to undress, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on hangers in the closet. The cool night air of the unheated house breathed with soft fingers over her long sleek body, caressing her skin lovingly.
She enjoyed sleeping in the nude, feeling the soft sheets next to her skin. Standing in front of a mirror she lit a candle and looked at herself for a long moment, running her hands over her smooth flesh, testing its firmness and admiring the high rise of her breasts and graceful curve of her hips. She was proud of her body, even though Hans in his sickness had rejected her. There was no need to think that she was unattractive; the image in the mirror attested to her beauty.
Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Erika turned to blow out the candle and crawl into bed. The sheets were cold against her soft skin and she burrowed as deeply as possible into the soft mattress, folding up into the fetal position and placing her hands between her legs next to the soft silken hairs that covered the warm wanting Lips of her vagina.
She remembered the nights she and Hans had spent together before he had gone to the Russian front. As she fell asleep, her fingers toyed softly with the red bud of her clitoris as they remembered the many nights of loving that she had known before all this hell had begun such a long eternity ago.
Erika had been asleep nearly five hours when a crash woke her from a beautiful dream. Groggily she listened for any more noise, but heard none, until the bedroom door creaked open. A soft shaft of barely visible light surrounded a large shadow, obviously that of a man. She lay perfectly still, not making a sound, breathing as shallowly as possible as the shadow moved into the room and closed the door behind him. She tried to burrow deeper into the bed to avoid detection in the dark. The man might live here, she thought. If he finds me in his bed he might be furious and turn me over to the Russians.
Erika's mind reeled with possibilities as she tried to watch the shadow's movements. He was clumsy, not seeming to know where the small dressing table was, banging into it with his knee. He grunted and walked toward the closet.
Suddenly the room lit as he struck a match and Erika's heart jumped to her throat. A Russian! She held her breath as he looked for a candle, turning his head in her direction.
He was short, not more than five foot six, and must have weighed about one hundred and sixty pounds. But the girl could see that he was not fat; his chest disproportionately large. Her eyes peeked out over the cover to view a rough unshaven face, scarred and deep with lines that war brings. He couldn't have been more than thirty years old, though his eyes looked as if he were approaching fifty.
He spied the candle next to the mirror and walked toward it, when suddenly he stopped, his eyes glaring at the girl on the bed. Trembling, the girl said nothing, not wanting to acknowledge that she had been discovered. She stared at the Russian intruder as he spoke to her. "Don't move and you won't be hurt," he said. "Why didn't you leave when the rest of your family was taken away?"
He had been with the troopers who had evacuated the house and didn't remember seeing the girl. All the people who lived in this sector had been taken to a small camp behind the Russian lines, but for some reason, he thought, this beautiful girl had been missed and left behind.
Erika couldn't answer him, and he decided not to question her further. He had no need for women, as they have always had no need for him. Turning his back on the girl, he began to rummage through the drawers looking for jewelry.
She shuddered in her nakedness under the heavy comforter of the bed. Perhaps, he didn't care, she thought, seeing that his attention was strictly on his search for loot. If he was so intent on becoming a rich thief he might not notice her leaving.
Though she would have to leave her clothes, she thought that she might find some in another room if she could only slip out. She watched the soldiers broad back and slowly began to slide out from under the covers. She felt her foot touch the rug, then place the other beside it, still holding the sheet over her naked breasts. She didn't take her eyes off the plunderer as she began to tiptoe out of the room. But her attention on the soldier didn't allow her to see the small chair by the door, and she banged into it, gasping in pain.
The Russian heard her and turned to see her naked body standing by the doorway, bathed in the flickering yellow candlelight. Never before had he seen such a beautiful girl. Her beautiful firm breasts with their small dark nipples held his surprised gaze.
He looked at the magnificent curves of her nips that rose to a small tight waistline, and let his eyes wander to the small light tuft of silken pubic hair that accented the apex of her thighs.
Fantastic! But he hated her like he hated all tall women. To him, any woman that was his own height or taller was a freak not worth speaking to, but he could not take his eyes from her long sleek body as the flickering light of the candle danced lightly over her milky white skin.
He grunted and walked over to where she stood frozen with fear. There was no need to talk to this slut, he thought, and dragged her struggling, but silent, to the bed, pulling a cord from one of the drapes and tying her hands together. He fastened the other end to one tall pole of the four-poster and turned back to search for gold.
Erika winced at the pain in her wrists. He had tied her much too tightly and her circulation was almost cut off. She strained at the cord to loosen the tension, but found that it did no good.
With both her hands tied together above her head, the girl lay on her back, not able to see her captor. Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she tried again, unsuccessfully, to loosen her bindings.
The Russian could hear her struggling on the bed, but kept on searching, trying not to see the image of her magnificently tall beautiful body in his hateful mind. No woman should be allowed to look like that if she is more than five feet tall, he thought. The bitch! Why did she have to be here.
It was impossible to look for any loot with that girl lying nude on the bed behind him. He stopped and turned to see her wincing at the tightness of her bonds. He couldn't keep his eyes from roving over her naked body as it turned and twisted in pain.
He tried to turn back to the dresser where he had been searching, but could not remove his eyes from her nakedness. He couldn't concentrate on his work as long as she was in the room, but he couldn't let her out of his sight, he rationalized. His sick mind searched for a solution. She would have to pay for distracting him with her nude, lust inciting body. Women as beautiful as she must be punished for their beauty. Erika looked into the crazed eyes of the man who stood over her, wondering what had made him stop his searching and come to the bed. She was frightened by his face; a face that held a look she had never seen before. His eyes were open wide, deep set in his head. His brows seemed to arch into the furry patch above his nose. She couldn't understand what the bloodshot eyes were saying to her.
She began to shudder in the early morning cold. Her nipples rose taut and erect, jutting from the dark brown circle that set them off from the rest of her breasts. Her shudder became a tremble as she watched the brute take off his coat.
"No," she said turning her head slowly, though taking her eyes away from his leering grin. "Please leave me alone."
He let the coat fall to the floor, hoping that the girl would scream so that he could slap her. But slapping wouldn't be good enough, he thought. No, he would find some better way to punish her for being so beautiful, so desirable. "Are you afraid," he asked in halting German, his thick lips spitting out the words. He wanted her to be frightened, to be terrified of him when he would give her his huge cock.
He could feel the heat rising in his loins as blood filled his penis, inflating it to the hardness of stone. He had not had a woman in many months, but never in his life had he had one like her. Nothing would stop him from fucking her half to death with his aching rod.
He ran his rough hand over her forehead, brushing back her long blond hair. His rough fingers touched her cheek then moved quickly to the soft round breast that stood straight up in youthful pride.
Erika shuddered at his touch on her sensitive breast. She felt his large short fingers pull at the tip of her erect red nipple, then suddenly pinch it, hard. "Oowww," she moaned as he held the taut little bud between his two fingers and pinched again.
It hurt her and he smiled, knowing that he could inflict pain on such beauty. He pinched her again, watching her squirm, then took the other nipple with his left hand and pinched it harder than he had the first.
"Oowwww," she cried again, writhing in pain. "Don't you like it," he asked, his ugly broken teeth smiling a lewd ugly smile. "You should," he continued, "You should love being punished for being what you are."
The girl didn't understand what he meant, as she turned her body, trying to twist away from his grip. Tears of tight pain filled her eyes as she felt the pain again. Oh God, stop it, she prayed silent This would take time, he thought, releasing his painful grip on her nipples. Such beauty should suffer long and hard. He knew that she could not stand the sight of his scarred face and he decided to make her know his face better than any other man's.
He raised one knee and rested his weight on the bed. Both arms straddled the girls head as he leaned forward breathing his foul ugly breath close to the girl's sensitive nostrils. She would hate to kiss him now, he thought, but by the time he finished she would beg him to press his lips against hers.
Erika thrashed her head from side to side to avoid his chapped lips, but felt one strong hand grab her jaw and hold her still. She saw the open mouth closing on hers and clenched her eyes as tightly as possible to make the ugly nightmare go away.
But it was real! She felt the coarse lips crush down hard onto her tightly closed mouth. Her whole concentration was on keeping her mouth shut against the wet probing hard-tipped tongue that prodded and pushed at her lips forcing its way into her mouth.
"Mmm," she whined in terror as she felt the tongue enter her mouth, tasting its wet, hard tip.
The pressure of his hand on her jaw forced her mouth wider and the alien tongue plunged deep into her mouth, slipping wetly over her own dry tongue and thrusting in and out spastically.
Oh my God, she thought. This can't happen to me too, like all the others. Please make him stop, make him go away. She could feel the swollen bulge of his throbbing penis pressing tight against her thigh as he mauled her mouth with his tongue. There was no sense to it, no sense to the brutality that she had seen in the last twenty hours, and now it was going to happen to her!
At last he lifted his mouth and the girl gasped for breath. She could see every bristle on his heavy beard in the candlelight. His scars stood out prominently, one of them running from the corner of his right eye to the lower part of his jaw.
She watched his greasy head as he lowered it to her breasts, licking at her erect nipples with his hard wet tongue. He closed his mouth over the red tip, making a strange sucking sound, then began to force her whole breast into his mouth. He sucked at it voraciously like a hungry calf wanting milk, while his tongue toyed with the tiny sweet bud of her sensitive red nipple.
"No, no," she groaned aloud, hoping that her pleas would make him stop, tough she knew even at the very beginning that it was hopeless and nothing would deter him until he had taken what he wanted from her naked body. Her throat contracted with fear and she tried to scream, her open mouth nearly gagged her as the muscles in her throat fought to keep air from entering or escaping. She was a human being, but was treated like an animal by this ugly man, Oh God, stop him!
The stocky Russian soldier was enjoying his sensuous meal as he sucked harder at her breast. He was a simple, ugly peasant, but now, beneath him, lay the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and she must do what he commanded. He reveled in his triumph and groaned at the ache in his loins as his rigid cock pressed frantically at his trousers seeking freedom.
Erika felt his hand reach for the massive organ that rested against her thigh, and nearly wretched as he began to stroke it beneath the rough cloth. She tugged against the chord, wanting to free herself from this ugly pervert, but her strength was not nearly enough.
The trembling girl could take no more, she thought, as she felt the wide hand leave the rigid rod and start to explore the soft flesh of her thigh. Her squirming did no good as the hand followed her moving thigh and slid over the top to the soft mound of golden fleece between her legs and began searching for the moist slit of her cuntal lips.
"Oooohnh," she moaned involuntarily, feeling the rough calloused finger rub over the small bud of her clitoris. It had been so long since a man had touched her there. But not this way, she thought, not by this beast.
The rubbing finger slid further across the open pink lips groping for the round entranceway to her warm wet vagina. Probing at the pink raw flesh of her opening, the Russian suddenly plunged his thick middle finger deep into the fleshy softness of her cunt.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned half in pain and half in yearning for the lewd sensation the finger stirred in her loins. She bit her lip trying to stifle the cry that gave her emotion away. She tried to move, but the chord only bit deeper into her wrists. The sore muscles of her legs refused to obey as she tried to close them together. The ugly Russian had her under his complete control. Her eyes watched his lustful face as he pushed harder with his finger, exploring the hidden smooth cuntal walls that ached with fear and desire.
Her captor could hardly control himself as he watched her hips rotating under the direction of his probing finger. His breath was heavy and fast, almost a panting fury. He moved his head closer, then removed his finger and pressed his face hungrily into the soft silken mound between her open thighs. His tongue lapped out at the hardening bud of her clitoris as he rolled his head frantically from side to side, parting the softness of her pubic hair with his thumbs as his lips made wet, naked contact with the pink smooth flesh of her vaginal slit. Erika, terrified at the exciting sensual feeling between her legs, tried to scream, and threw her hips to the side, dislodging the Russians face from her fiery cuntal lips. Tears streamed down her cheeks at the humiliation of having a man suck between her thighs. It disgusted her, yet at the same time, filled her with arousing desire for the man's hardened cock she had felt jerking against her flesh before.
Infuriated that the girl had tried to rebuke him, the big chested Russian raised his hand and slapped her hard on the right cheek of her quivering buttocks which he held firmly, in full view of his devouring eyes.
"You'll pay," he yelled at her. "Defy me, you slut! You'll pay for that!"
Hurriedly he got off the bed and began fumbling with his clothing, breaking buttons and bootlaces as he quickly undressed, while Erika watched with horror in her eyes. She hadn't counted on making him so angry. Her eyes twitched involuntarily in fear, when suddenly she saw his massive thick penis spring into view, free of the restrictions of his pants.
"Oh," she gasped as she saw its thickness and fantastic length. It should have belonged to a man twice his size and looked completely out of proportion to his height. It would hurt her so much, and if he were mad, he might be savage enough to tear her open down there between her thighs.
"Please," she begged. "Don't do it to me, please!"
He ignored her completely and finished removing his uniform. Her tight hot little cunt would feel so good wrapped around his throbbing cock. He stood up and stroked the red blood-filled prick, making it grow even larger. He felt its hardness and smiled, thinking of the many fat ugly farm girls he had fucked with his oversized organ. None of them, he thought, were like her, but they, too, had paid as she would.
Erika started to whimper as he climbed back onto the bed, straddling her with both legs. She stared at the throbbing cock hanging over her belly. Oh God it would hurt ... but instead of lowering it to thrust into her tight moist cunt, she saw him crawl forward, dragging his balls along her satiny smooth skin of her stomach until they rested in the valley between her full, firm breasts, the rubbery head of his cock lying menacingly only an inch from her mouth.
Rape was horrible but not this! No, her mind screamed in protest, not this! "Suck it," he ordered, pulling a pillow from beside her and tucking it behind her head.
Erika twisted her face to the side, clenching her lips tightly together. She wouldn't, she couldn't do it. In all her life she had never heard of such a depraved thing ... sucking a man's sexual organ. Nothing could make her do it! Suddenly a large heavy hand grabbed her jaw and forced her face back to the throbbing organ. "Suck it!" he commanded again and pushed the hard pulsating head tight against her closed lips.
The pain in her scalp was too much as he pulled at her hair. She opened her eyes and squinted at the small drop of warm seminal fluid that hung from the vertical slit on the end of his long throbbing cock. Oh God, I want to die, she thought as he slowly forced her lips apart and pressed his hips relentlessly forward. She felt the pressure of the rubbery tip hard against her teeth and hesitantly she opened her mouth wider to admit the intruder, careful not to scrap it with her teeth. She didn't want to make him angry. She, too, remembered the broken and battered body of Eva after the Russians had raped her and she could not bear the thought of going through the torture of a beating herself.
"Mmmm," the Russian moaned deep from his belly. It had been so long since a woman's lips had enveloped the huge twitching head, and now of all women, this one was doing it. She was young, beautiful and innocent, and she would do anything he told her. He reveled in the power he held over her, knowing that he and he alone controlled her life for this moment. He groaned again and pushed harder forcing more of his massive prick into her straining mouth.
Erika was nearly chocking on the thick cock as it sunk further and further into her throat. It was impossible to breathe, and she tried to gasp for air. She could feel his rough hands pulling and pushing at her head, making her follow his rhythm, stroking the throbbing cock with her mouth. The massive tip rubbed against the soft tender flesh at the back of her throat, massaging it with masculine roughness.
She raised her hands to grasp the stem of the pulsating prick in an effort to take it from her mouth. She kept gasping for breath, each time sucking harder at the blood filled head unintentionally heightening the Russian's already crazed excitement.
Finally, it was too much for her, she had to stop. With one quick motion she jerked her head back, scraping her teeth along the tender underside of the massive prick.
"Aaarrgghhh," he screamed in pain as small trickles of blood started to pour from where her snow white teeth scraped. Falling back on the bed, he grabbed the pained cock in both hands, and moaned in agony. The Bitch! She'll pay now, like she had never imagined.
Quickly he examined the broken skin. It wasn't badly hurt, but in his lust he had become too sensitive. He looked up at the terrified girl as she struggled to free herself from the cutting cord that bound her wrists. She didn't see him as she fought to loosen the bonds. Suddenly his heavy hand fell on her ankle, twisting it viciously. She turned to face him.
"You fucking cunt," he said in a low hissing voice. "You shouldn't have done that. You think you've hurt me, but its nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you."
Erika recoiled in fear, not knowing what this madman would do to her now. Everything was in slow motion as she watched him reach with his other hand, grab her free ankle and suddenly, with brute strength, flip her over onto her stomach.
She strained at the cord to pull herself free, but he held her tight as she tried to escape. She was ground into the mattress with nowhere to go.
Oh no, she thought as she felt her legs being spread wide. She hadn't the strength to resist, nor even cry out any longer. His hand slid along the inside of her thigh to the soft, dividing crevice between her quivering white buttocks. The large thick fingers stroked along the virginal crack of her buttocks running lightly over the tight puckered circle of her anus.
The big Russian smiled gleefully as he bent his head and licked wetly at the tight quivering little ring. He knew he was torturing her with fear as he ran his tongue along the crevice up and down, stopping at the wet slit of her cunt, then up again across her frightened rectum.
Her whole body quivered as he spread her legs further until she thought she would split. She could feel his finger replace the lewd wet tongue. There was nothing she could do to stop him; it had gone too far and she would pay, just as he had told her.
The groping finger stopped at the rubbery ring and toyed with the tight little hole. Her tightly clenched ass tried to refuse him entry, but he slapped her hard and she suddenly relaxed the soft, round moons involuntarily.
With a prod and a single push, the finger gained entrance to the tiny hole and the girl jumped forward slightly, unable to cry out. There was no pain, but a strange sensation of longing sweeping through her tortured body.
Slowly the finger squirmed lasciviously around in the soft, dark flesh of her rectum, turning in half circles to loosen the tight little muscle. Suddenly, roughly, he jammed the thick finger up to the second knuckle and she strained away from it, but relaxed in a sudden new flicker of pleasure that streamed into her rectum. He turned and scraped the finger against the soft strange flesh of the virginal rectum, loosening and expanding it for the greater intrusion that would soon follow. The girl panted and moved her backside in small circles in answer to his probings.
"Ooooobhh," she moaned as he plunged the finger completely in, up to the hilt, this time causing pain in her squirming behind. She thrashed her head from side to side trying to subdue the awful feeling when suddenly she felt another finger slid in beside the first, nearly tearing her tiny resisting passage open. Both fingers moved back and forth like a man's legs walking up the rubbery channel of her rectum, scraping at the smooth fleshy walls as though he wanted to rip them from his body.
The depraved Russian looked at the girl with wide, crazed eyes. His tongue hung from his mouth as he drooled unknowingly onto her thigh. He, in all his ugliness, was doing this to her, making her squeal with pain, skewering her with his two massive fingers as though she were his slave, his slave to use and debauch as he desired.
Her head thrashed back and forth as the heat involuntarily began to rise deep down in her clasping rectum. She began panting, unable to control the wild, racing electric shocks that shot through her asshole and along her spine. Each time the fingers jerked she moved her soft buttocks in reprisal, trying now to suck the fingers deeper. There was no more pain, but only lust in the girl's brain. She had to have it now.
"Please," she begged. "Fuck me there, oh Please!!"
I've done it, he thought, I've done it! She was screaming for him to fuck her in the ass. A peasant, a simple soldier, and she was begging to be fucked by his huge massive cock!
He jerked his finger free of her expanded anus and bent to lick the passage with his tongue, lubricating the entranceway so that it would not hurt so much. "Please,!" she screamed, "Oh, God, Fuck me now! FUCK ME!!"
"On your knees, slut," he ordered her.
Quickly she rose to her knees in anticipation. She was frantic with desire to be fucked by the ugly Russian. She spread her thighs wider as she rose, hoping to give him a better position.
He ran his hands over the round smoothness of her buttocks, then slipped across the wetness of her fiery cunt and plunger his finger, one more time into the expanded hole of her anus, withdrawing it immediately. He had had enough play now and wanted to get on with it.
He crawled closer, his massive cock jutting out towards the girl's aching rectum like a spear heading for its target. The fiery red tip touched the lust-incited sphincter, lodging its tip in the tight clenched opening.
"Oh Fuck! Hurry, please," she begged and reached around with one hand to grasp the rigid rod. It was bigger than she thought! It would never fit! But her fear was overridden by lust and she tried to force it with her own strength into the now searing hole of her anus. Slowly she undulated her round smooth hips, one hand still on the huge cock. Her rotating buttocks relaxed more and more as the tremendous tool inched its way into her virginal quivering rectum.
"Oooohggg," she wailed in pain as the pulsating head wormed its way forward against the tight elastic ring protecting the forbidden secret cavern of her behind.
She wriggled harder until suddenly the massive head slipped, with a slight sucking noise just inside the entrance to her rectum and she wailed in pain, her face contorted spastically at the terrible intrusion.
Holding her hips, the Russian clenched his teeth at her tightness. He could feel the rubbery flesh of her lust incited rectum fold itself around the burning head, caressing it with soft clenching motions.
"Move," he ordered. "Move!"
Like the slave she had become, Erika began to rotate her buttocks in wider and wider circles. Knowing instinctively what to do, she moved her hips backwards pressing against the massive prick.
"Oh, God, it hurts!" she wailed, but continued to push back against him. No matter how much it hurt, she wanted it and wanted it all.
Tightening his grip on her hips, the Russian surged forward with all his strength, pushing his rigid rod completely into the girl's damp raw rectum, causing a small trickle of blood to flow from her aching anus.
Completely filled with the huge twitching cock she moaned in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. She felt as if her insides were being torn out as the thrusting phallus scorched the insides of her invaded belly.
Once completely inside, the Russian began to withdraw his cock slowly until half of the throbbing stem was out of her, then with another huge surge of power, he rammed it deep into her burning anus again. The gigantic log was threatening to split her, but he rammed forward again, setting a rhythm until the girl started to move with him, slamming her hips back into his hairy pelvis as he shoved forward with vicious savagery.
Somehow, as if she had become a different person, the girl began to feel a strange thin line of masochistic pleasure rising in her tight clasping rectum. Her head and shoulders began rolling in a sensuous reverie as the rigid cock sodomized her backside, each stroke seeming to heighten the lewd sensations of pleasure that filled her deep moist insides. Erika started pushing her soft bottom backwards to meet the brutal hard thrusts that were sending the massive cock completely into her aching anus. Her face was a picture of contorted masochistic joy as she thrashed her head from side to side, her long hair swaying with every movement.
The Russian knew that he had won when he felt her picking up his lewd rhythm. He stood nearly straight up on his knees as he watched his rock hard cock ram in and out of the girls fiery rectum, and heard her breath coming in lascivious gasps. His balls smacked against her wet pink cuntal lips as he thrust at her, and sent shocks of pleasure and pain through his hairy thigh. With each savage obscene stroke she became wilder and more uninhibited, moaning with erotic ecstasy as he debauched her backside.
"Oooooh," she groaned between clenched teeth. "Harder Oooo, Harder!"
Her whole body was on fire with lustful sexual excitement as she felt the white-hot cock thrust harder and harder into her into the fiery confines of her ravaged rectum. Sweat poured off her forehead as she thrust her quivering buttocks back at the Russian again and again. She couldn't seem to get enough of the hard fleshy rod as it filled her to the hilt, each vicious stroke nearly tearing her aching anus apart, while the constant slapping of his swollen balls down against her hair covered pussy caused the wet pink opening to pucker and contract at every lewd contact.
"Oh, Fuck," she cried, unaware of her voice, "Oh Fuck me, yes Fuck Me!"
The Russian laughed with a shameless obscene laugh as the girl begged for more of his battering hot cock. He drove harder as her pleading voice cried for him to debauch her with all his strength, making her a slave to his vicious fucking of her rear.
"Oh, oh, oh," she squealed like a tortured animal. "Oh, please, oh, please more, MORE!!" Excited beyond his wildest dreams, the Russian pulled back for a great crashing thrust, and the massive cock jerked out of the aching anus with a loud sucking noise. "Oh, no," she begged, "Don't stop! DON'T STOP, PLEASE!!"
He wanted to torment the girl and hold back, but every lost second was only agonizing torture to himself. Waiting only a moment, he then took both cheeks of her quivering buttocks in his hands and spread them apart looking at the throbbing stretched elastic ring of her puckered rectum and with a lascivious grin on his unshaven face he rammed his throbbing organ again into the pulsating hole.
"Aarrgggghhhh," she screamed feeling the fiery hard pole crash into the wet black depths of her burning rectum for the second time in as many minutes. She gasped in short straining puffs trying to get her breath while sweat poured from her body, soaking the sheets with the salty liquids of her labor. She had no control as she gasped and rammed her aching soft buttocks against his driving pelvis again and again.
Trying to get every possible lewd sensation from the ravishing fucking that skewered her raw wet rectum, she rotated her sweating buttocks in obscene circles against his driving thrusts. She wanted the Russian to spill his fiery white cum into her aching tight anus and fill her with his juices until she could taste them all the way up in her dry craving mouth. She wanted to taste the final punishment of her gross ravaged rape and feel his hot sperm coarse through her body and fill her to the depths of her guilt ridden soul.
Out of control, the Russian jerked spastically as he tried to hold on to her undulating buttocks. He leaned his head back and began to groan, feeling his balls give way to the pressure of his driving orgasm. He growled as the hot wet sperm began to shoot through his burning cock and pour into the ravaged girl's throbbing rectum.
"Aaaarrrgghhhhh! You fucking cunt," he screamed at her as all the bitterness of his life spewed into the naked girl's thrashing behind. "Bitch! Harder! Harder!"
Erika, her ass thrusting back and upwards at the spewing cock felt the first rush of hot cum shoot into her aching anus. It flowed fast and hard, deep into the darkness of her pulsating rectum moving like a torrential flood, filling her with the white hot liquid until she felt her belly would burst. And then, almost before she was aware of it, she was going to cum!
There was no stopping the sudden jerking that began to thrash at her insides, seeming to tear the aching muscles of her belly apart. Like a giant wave the electric fire rose up and then suddenly crashed down as she screamed in climax, "Aaaarrrggghhhh!!"
She continued the lewd obscene jerking as she felt the Russian's cum trail out of her burning anus to the crevice of her splayed buttocks and trail downward, mingling with the hot juices of her own climax as they poured out of her wet still throbbing vagina.
She fell forward as the rapist pulled his half deflated cock out of her with a wet, sucking sound. Totally ashamed and humiliated she buried her head in the pillow, knowing that she had given in to the demands of an animal, only to become a sex-crazed beast, herself. She could feel her head start to spin as darkness began to cloud her mind, mingled with the horrible guilt of her obscene act. There was no more Hans, and no more life left for her, a girl who would so readily submit to the masochistic pleasures of sodomy deserved nothing. Oh God, she thought, as the blackness in her confused and tormented mind became thicker, what have I become? What will I become tomorrow, if today was like this?
CHAPTER SIX
Erika's mind was aroused from unconsciousness by the distant rumbling of large military trucks. As she vaguely heard the convoy passing by she tried to open her swollen eyes, but they seemed as heavy as iron and would not immediately respond to her command.
She became more aware of consciousness when she heard the low mumbling of female voices, somehow vaguely familiar, though her dazed mind could not place them. She tried again to open her eyes, finally allowing a small shaft of blurred light pass into the cornea and deep into her confused mind. But the light was shaded by the indistinct shadow of what was apparently a woman.
"Come on, Erika," a familiar voice said. "Open your eyes, and see your friends. You're all right. Come on, open up." Reassured by the friendly voice, she forced herself with all her effort to open and focus her deep blue eyes on her unfamiliar surroundings. "Oh," she gasped in surprise as she looked into Eva's half-smiling face, bending over her. "Don't say anything for a minute," Eva suggested. "We all know what you're going through and understand perfectly. Just rest for a little while and we'll fix you something to drink."
Erika could not believe that she was among friends. Behind Eva, among half a dozen staring women stood Karen, watching her friend for a sign of recognition. The smile on her face seemed to say that there was nothing to fear.
While Eva held a cold towel to her forehead, Erika turned to look for something to tell her where she was, but everything was unfamiliar.
She could see that she was in a large room, and not on the only bed. Triple bunks lined the beautifully papered walls of what had once been a dining room in a very large house. The only furnishing besides the bunks were two large round tables in the center of the room, and a double electric hotplate plugged into an extension chord.
None of the women whose faces she scanned, seemed to be afraid of anything. If not smiling, at least they were expressionless. Somehow, she thought, they must have all escaped, and they were now in some sort of way station for escaping refugees. But how could they have found her and brought her here through all the Russian guards and patrols.
"Can you speak," Eva asked, startling the stricken girl. "I-I guess so," she replied, not sure if she really could. "Wh-where are we?" she asked, needing to know immediately that she was safe. "Don't worry about it," Eva advised the questioning girl. "Here, take this and drink it. You'll feel much stronger."
Erika took the offered cup of hot soup and put her lips to the edge, testing to see if it would be too hot for her chapped sensitive lips to touch. What are they hiding, she thought, as she sipped gingerly at the Well seasoned vegetable soup.
The taste of hot soup was so delicious to her starving tongue that she decided not to ask any more questions until she had finished. A few more minutes wouldn't make any difference, and she did need something in her stomach.
She kept her eyes closed as she drank, savoring every mouthful for three or four seconds, assuring herself that it was real, that this was not all part of an awful nightmare. And with every gulp, she could feel her stolen strength returning to her aching, ravaged body.
She could feel a raw, almost excruciating pain around the elastic ring of her sodomized anus and the memory of her vicious rape came back to her in a single agonizing flash ... the memory of that ugly brute raping her from behind, debauching her very soul by forcing her to enjoy what he had done. It was almost too much for the naive young wife to comprehend.
Erika rested the cup on the flat of her belly and tried to erase the horrid vision from her mind. If she could just relax, just relax, it would go away as if it had never happened. Just relax, she thought. Just relax....
Erika suddenly reached for the cup she had placed on her stomach, and clenched her hands together. She opened her eyes to see that the cup was gone, vanished into thin air.
"Looking for this," Eva asked her, smiling a motherly smile, though she was nearly the same age as Erika. "You put the cup on your tummy, then passed out again. It's been nearly two hours since you drank the soup. Would you like some more?"
Erika nodded and started to sit up, out a firm hand held her back and she turned to see Karen watching her. "I'm all right," she said and Karen took her hand away allowing her friend to sit upright on the makeshift bed. She wiped her eyes and took another cup from an unfamiliar woman who had just walked from the hotplate. Everyone seemed to know what had happened, she thought, watching the faces, knowing that they were accusing her of enjoying the vicious rape, of enjoying a man other than her husband. They couldn't know, she thought, unless....
"Eva," she asked cautiously. "Did I say anything while I was out?"
"Well, you were pretty delirious, screaming and yelling 'No, no, don't,' but other than that, nothing. You must've had a pretty rough time, but I think you'll be all right. Everyone here has gone through the same sort of thing in the last twenty four hours, and we all seem to be in one piece."
"But how, I-I mean, how did everyone escape and get here," she asked, becoming frightened at what the answer might be. "Escape?" Eva replied, a look of surprise flashing across her face. "Oh, Erika, you mean you don't know yet. We haven't escaped. We're all Russian prisoners!"
"Ooh," she gasped. "No, it can't be true, it can't!!"
Karen and Eva quickly grabbed the girl and tried to stop her screaming. If the guards heard and came in, it would only be harder on all of them and they wanted nothing more to do with the guards than they were forced to.
"I'm afraid so," Karen told her, carefully watching the door for the feared Russian guards. Every woman here and in half a dozen other places, apparently, has been raped and taken prisoner.
Rape! Prisoner! The words reeled through Erika's tormented mind in distorted flashes, making her heart beat faster with fear. After what she had gone through, she didn't deserve to be hurt anymore, yet here she was a prisoner, along with her friends. But why, she asked herself silently, but why?
"Don't be afraid," she heard Eva say. "No one has been harmed since we've come here, and they feed us and make sure that we're comfortable. There's been no sign from any of the guards, about why we're here, but I'm sure we'll learn soon. Please, Erika, try not to worry. It only makes it harder on the rest of us."
Erika clenched her eyes tightly shut to keep the tears from falling. She shouldn't cry if no one else did. She could be as brave as anyone and show them all that she was as much a woman as they were; she'd proved that the night before.
"What time is it," she asked, wondering how long she had been captive. "It's six o'clock," one of the women said. "We should eat soon because the guards said they would feed us at six."
Erika laid her sleek young body down on the bed and tried to relax, though she could think of nothing but the ugly Russian private who had so brutally raped her more than twelve hours before. How had she come here, she thought, and why did they bring me. I'm not a political prisoner, and certainly not a criminal. It doesn't make sense.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shuffling of worn out shoes, and hushed whispers throughout the room. She rolled her head to the side and pushed the hair from her eyes to see the door opening and a uniformed Russian guard enter, followed by two men pushing carts of hot food into the room. It was true!
They were all prisoners, Erika thought, trying to stifle the tears that wanted to rush from her soft blue eyes, prisoners of the barbaric raping Russians.
Erika got to her feet when she noticed that all the other women were standing. Apparently their captors demanded a certain respect, though, they certainly didn't deserve it.
The guards stopped in the middle of the room and stood at attention. One of the women started to uncover a tray of the hot food and was pushed away just as an imposing Russian officer entered and walked to the room's center, turning in a small circle as if he were appraising the women like cattle.
"Ladies," he said, his eyes intent and his jaw muscles twitching slightly. "You'll have to wait a moment before you eat. I'm here to find three young ladies who will not eat until later, so be still and don't move. The sooner I find what I'm looking for, the sooner the rest of you can dig into your supper."
Erika watched as the square jawed officer started to walk around the room slowly, examining each girl, asking a few to smile, and continuing, until he stopped in front of Karen and asked her to smile.
"You'll do fine," he said and ordered her to stand. by the door.
He walked toward the next girl, when he saw Eva and Erika standing by one of the beds. He knew he had found the other two, and motioned to them to join their friend at the door, commanding silence when Erika asked where they were going.
Turning back to the others, he told them to enjoy their dinner, then grinned a lewd flashy smile and walked out the door, waving the three girls to follow him.
They followed him down a long hallway until he turned into an open door and stood by while they filed in. Erika could not believe what she saw. The room had three bathtubs being filled with hot water by other female prisoners. Along the wall were two large mirrors framed by a selection of over two dozen luxurious evening gowns in all sizes and in the latest styles.
"You'll bathe and pick the most suitable dresses for each of you," she heard the officer explain. "There's plenty of make-up and anything else that you'll need. Be sure you look your best. You'll be joining the general and his party for dinner tonight."
The girls stood astonished as he tipped his cap and left the room, followed by the women who had filled the tubs. Dinner with the general, Erika thought. Why should we be picked for dinner with the general?
"Dinner with the general, Erika exclaimed almost happily. "Then we aren't going to be prisoners. We'll be all right!"
"I'm not really sure," Eva told her, looking at a tub of steaming hot water. "The man who sent me here was an officer, and he didn't hesitate to rape me or finally, shoot Kurt."
"Why don't you two crybabies stop sniveling and wise up," Karen sneered at her companions. "What are you, a couple of lily-white virgins who can't stand to be touched? So Kurt is dead. That's too bad, but my husband was killed nearly two years ago, and I'm still alive."
"Karen!" Erika cried. "What's come over you?"
"What's come over me? What's come over me? You sound like somebody's mother," she mocked. "What's the matter with you. You both know what the Russians are like, and if you didn't get a couple of real bad ones you ought to know how wild they are by now. I've had a half dozen or more since I saw you leave me in the basement yesterday, and everyone of them was a real man."
Eva and Erika could not believe that this was their friend, Karen, speaking now like a common whore. Only yesterday she had been shy, and afraid of almost anything, and suddenly, she was talking like a professional prostitute who seemed to know all about men. What horrors could have happened to change her so radically in such a short time, and were they going to change too?
Frightened, the girls approached Karen, trying to console her, thinking that perhaps she was in shock and didn't really mean what she was saying, but the older girl was in complete control of herself. The multiple rapes of her soft, young body by what was actually more than fifteen savage young Russian soldiers had thrown her mind into a completely new world, a world of savage sensuality and complete physical and mental debauchery in a matter of less than twenty four hours. "Knock it off," Karen shouted. "You two children will learn soon enough that the Russians in Berlin are all alike, and they'll do to you exactly what they did to me. So save your school girl tactics for yourselves if you think you'll still need them after tonight."
Shocked, Erika and Eva backed away from their friend, afraid that she might become violent. They watched her undress, looking for bruises, but saw none except the slight red welts between her thighs that had been worn almost raw by constant sexual contact with the rough pounding bodies of her rapists.
"Get your eyes off me," she yelled at them, her face red with rage. If you want to look at another woman, look at each other, but keep your filthy virgin eyes off me!"
Oh God, Poor Karen, Erika thought as she turned away and began to undress. She's been hurt so badly, that she'll never be the same. There seemed to be nothing that the girl could think to say as she removed the rest of her flimsy clothing and stepped gingerly into the hot water, testing its steaming comfort with her toe first. It seemed as if she hadn't had a bath in weeks, and she slid herself into the tub, not looking at either of her friends. She had nothing to say for now. All she wanted was that hot bath and time to think about tonight and what might possibly happen. Generals couldn't be the same as those other horrible soldiers, she thought as she picked up the soap. They just couldn't be. All of them had had enough abuse to last them a life time and she didn't know if she could stand anymore and still retain her sanity. Poor Karen was already gone ... how much longer could she and Eva last with the same treatment....
CHAPTER SEVEN
The red headed lieutenant ran his hand lightly over his close cropped hair and primped his mustache with his fingers. Everything was ready now, from the dinner table and candles to every inch of his appearance. General Zadnik was a man with an impeccable taste for perfection in every detail, whether it was war strategy or dining arrangements, and especially women.
The general loved sensual, beautiful women as much as he loved war, and the winning of both continually occupied his active mind, leaving little room for anything else. Lieutenant Korenski, the general's aide, knew Zadnik's tastes as well as his own. He ensured that everything would be as the general wanted, knowing that he would receive favors if his job was done well and pleased his mentor.
He had gone to great lengths to find women beautiful enough, and sexually stimulating enough to please his general. He knew that the three he had chosen for the evening's entertainment would meet all the qualifications that were required.
The large double doors suddenly burst open and the lieutenant turned from the mirror and delivered a sharp salute to his superior. The general acknowledged with a slight nod of the head and walked toward the fireplace where a waiter stood with a tray of drinks.
Two high ranking Russian colonels walked on either side of their leader, each trying to talk at the same time, arguing two sides of what appeared to be a major point. "Damn it," the general roared, picking up his sherry. "One at a time, comrades, or I won't be able to understand either one of you."
The lieutenant watched with a smile as both colonels suddenly quieted, until the general nodded at one to speak. He did so, slowly at first, then more vehemently as he continued, trying to make the general see his point of view and confer a favor on him.
"Seniority and taste have nothing to do with this," the general finally said, interrupting the eager colonel. "The only solution would be one of sport. So we'll do it this way," and the general pulled a coin from his pocket.
"Graznik," he said looking at the colonel who had just been speaking. "Since you're the senior officer, you may call the toss of the coin. If you win, you shall have your pick of the ladies after me, but if you lose, Chornin will have his choice first Agreed? he asked, knowing that they would, of course, both agree.
The colonel called the toss and watched the coin flip into the air, coming down onto the table next to him "Hmmph!" he snorted, seeing that he had lost the call. "Settled," the general said and turned toward his aide. "Lieutenant, I assumed that dinner is ready and hope that you have chosen our companions with great care."
"Yes, Comrade General," Korenski answered, showing a slight nervousness in his voice. "Everything is as you wish, and I think that you'll be pleased with the girls. I've gone to great lengths to choose the most fascinating women in Berlin for the General and his staff. I have been through all the female prisoner compounds and have selected the three most ravishing for your pleasure."
"Fine, fine," the general interrupted impatiently. "Stop talking and bring them in. We're all hungry," he finished, laughing suddenly at his small joke, and watching the colonels, making sure that they too enjoyed his joke.
The young lieutenant walked to the far end of the large dining room and opened the doors. "Bring them in," he ordered the two sergeants who had brought the three girls.
Erika and her companions got up from their chairs and followed the young redhead into the dining hall. She barely heard herself being announced as she looked around the most elegant room she had ever seen. Gold bordered Communist flags hung in place of drapes, but were the only things in the room that had been changed since the hall had been captured from the German high command. Once it had been a planning room for the war chancellery, but not it belonged to the Soviets for dinner parties.
The room was decorated with ornate paintings that flickered from the reflections of the most splendid chandelier in all Europe. There was the glitter of gold and silver throughout the room, all the spoils of war that the general would take home with him at the end of the campaign. There was enough wealth along the walls and in the glass cabinets to feed starving Berlin for months. "Welcome, ladies," the general said and introduced himself and his two colonels.
Nervously, Eva and Erika curtsied, though Karen seemed completely in control and sure of herself. She obviously knew what to expect from the Russian officers and couldn't wait to get started with the evening's festivities.
"My aide has told me that you were the most fascinatingly beautiful women in Berlin," he chuckled. "And undoubtedly, he was right."
The general took Erika's arm, showing the others that he had made his choice for the evening. He was a man of action, and knew what he liked. The girl that he took walked with cat-like grace and had attracted him immediately with her sensuous beauty. It was easy to see that she was nervous, but he was confident that in a few short hours she would be more relaxed than even he could be.
Erika allowed herself to be led to the dining table by the six foot general. She watched him carefully, looking for any of the signs she had seen in the ugly private who had raped her but could detect nothing but a sense of directness and good manners in the heavy man. She guessed he weighed almost two hundred and fifty pounds, most of it from too much caviar. He had none of the sleek graceful ruggedness of some of the German generals she had seen, but looked rather sensual with his large frame and sensual thick lips.
Though he was not attractive, he seemed at least, to be a gentleman, and her fear lessened as she sat at the table and watched him pour vodka from one of the half dozen bottles by the table. Her eyes wandered to Eva who was carefully watching her colonel, wary still of his words and moves, afraid that he, too, might be just like the white haired lieutenant who had raped her in front of her helpless husband.
But Karen had different ideas about the Russian officers. After discovering the animal instincts that lurked deep inside her, she had been able to tell any man's sexual prowess simply by looking at him, and she knew that the general and two colonels were three men who made heavy demands on their women, and would use them as they wished for their oversexed desires. Throughout dinner she smiled, drank, teased and aroused her colonel with her knowing seductive body, letting him know that she was aware of what was expected of her. Erika and Eva on the other hand, were equally fearful of Karen's blatant display of sexual aura, thinking that her seduction of the Graznik would give the other two Russians ideas about them, and cause a scene when they would coquettishly refuse. The Russians were drinking heavily, but, because the girls had been so taken by the general's good manners, they thought they would be safe and not the object of another sexual intrusion.
All three Russians thought they had come upon the most exciting find of all the treasures of Berlin. Their ladies were young, magnificently endowed with large breasts and smooth bodies, and possessed a great deal of charm, enough charm to make then evening in bed a veritable storm of passion, especially after five or sex quarts of vodka.
After the meal, the general stood to make a toast. "To you, our charming ladies of the evening, and to the rest of the night's play," he said, nodding to the red headed lieutenant who had been standing by.
Erika, not sure what he meant, followed his eyes to Korenski who was opening a set of double doors. Beyond his shoulder she could see a huge bed, covered with a large gold brocade spread. Involuntarily she shook her head in disbelief. Not them, not the gentlemen who had been so polite, so entertaining. They couldn't be like the others, they just couldn't!
"Come, ladies," Zadnik beckoned them, weaving slightly as he stood. "Let's adjourn to a more comfortable room. "N-No," Erika said aloud as all heads turned toward her. She could see even Eva looking at her in dismay. "I can't, I just can't," she cried, tears welling in her eyes as the ugly memory of the night before raced through her tortured mind.
"You have no choice," the general suddenly snapped at her. "You're not here by your own free will, but by my choosing, and you'll leave when I'm done with you and not a moment before!"
"B-But," she tried to say, but the tone of his commanding voice frightened her too much to speak and she cowered away from him. "Lieutenant, what's wrong with this cold little bitch," he slurped. "I told you to get me the best, and I meant the best. Now, dammit, bring her into the bedroom!"
Erika looked for a place to run, but as he turned, broke the heel of her shoe and tripped, tearing the top of her dress as she fell. She tried to cover the exposed white orbs of her firm rounded breasts as they sprung from the confinement of her low cut dress, but before she could, was dragged to her feet by the red headed lieutenant.
She tried to squirm free from his vice-like grip as he half dragged her across the room to the leering general whose eyes were glued to the bouncing of her succulent breasts as she fought to free herself. She was disgusted and frightened by the lustful look that he gave her with his vodka soaked eyes.
During dinner he had drunk almost two full bottles of the bitter vodka and could hardly stand on his feet without faltering. She watched him unloosen the top of his overstuffed tunic, popping two of the buttons on the floor at her feet.
"So you don't want to play games with us," he slurred through his drunken lips. "That's no way for a lady to act."
Erika stood trying to kick her other shoe off while he drunkenly appraised her. She could feel Korensld's steel grip on her arm, while his other hand softly kneaded at the round smooth flesh of her buttocks, making her cringe with fear.
"You'd better change your mind, or things will be much worse for you, my dear," he advised her, a small string of saliva trickling from the corner of his full thick lips. "Bring her over here," he continued, motioning toward the bed.
The girl followed, passing by Eva who was standing already in the bedroom, a look of passive submission in her eyes. She knew what was expected of her from these perverted Russians, and would not resist, knowing that even rape would not be as bad as dying.
The general staggered toward the bed and stood above the girl as he began to unbutton his trousers. Karen and the colonels watched with salacious grins spreading across their deviate faces. Karen had adjusted to the brutalities of the Russians, and nothing pleased her now, as much as watching another woman at the brutal hands of the savage rapists.
Her lascivious grin broadened as the general's penis broke into view, already hard and pulsating with lustful desire for the helpless girl on the bed. It was disproportionately large, even for a man of his size-nearly three fingers thick at the base and expanding out like a blossoming plant to the huge purple head. It jutted out from his hairy body, curving slightly upward like the thick of a tree protruding horizontally out from the side of a mountain.
Erika whimpered as she lay helpless on the giant bed, unable to think of any possible escape. She tried to resist as the lieutenant again grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, but had no strength to fight back as he ripped at the rest of her dress, pulling it completely from her body, leaving only her light silken panties that he immediately tore from her hips with a loud ripping sound. She stood completely nude before all her friends, letting them see the bruises she had suffered from the madman the night before.
The general stripped the rest of his clothes off and fell heavily on the bed. His breathing was slow and labored, dulled by too many vodkas, but his throbbing penis had ideas of its own as it twitched involuntarily out into the freedom of the air.
"Let me have her," he commanded drunkenly. "Spread her and put her down on me." She futilely tried to struggle against Korenski as he pushed her toward the bed. Stifled sobs came from her contracted throat as Chorin grabbed her other arm to help his depraved comrade.
Easily they lifted her onto the bed and spread her legs so that the quivering lips of her hair lined pussy hovered sensually above the pulsating head of Zadnik's throbbing cock. They bent her body at the waist so that her firm young breasts hung loosely, swaying as she tried to move, exciting all four men in the room.
Eva watched with tears in her own eyes, unbelieving of the licentious spectacle before her, knowing that if she didn't cooperate, she could be next.
Slowly they forced her quivering buttocks downward toward the massive head until the white crevice between her soft round buttocks hung directly over his hungry hard cock. He took another swig of vodka and dropped the bottle, then suddenly grasped both cheeks of her ass and spread them, exposing the red elastic ring of her puckered anus to his drunken lust crazed gaze.
"She's no virgin there," he laughed, seeing the bruised flesh around the tight clenching little hole.
His strong thumbs spread her aching crevice wider, forcing her to relax the muscle under the pain of his grip. He lifted her a few inches, grinning obscenely as he strained, then set her down on the bright red knob of his cock, laughing suddenly at the sensation of her weight against the throbbing head of his penis.
Eva gasped as she heard the agonizing squeal of her friend who was being debauched in front of her by the perverted Russian officers. She could see that the rubbery tip had not penetrated the tight little hole, but had just barely lodged itself a the quivering entrance, positioned for a brutal thrust.
"Goddamn it!" the general roared. "Help me get her on!"
Karen watched with glee as the two men started pushing Erika downwards onto the huge throbbing head. She could hardly hear the girl's helpless squeals above the lewd laughter of the Russians as they forced her puckered anus down over the rock hard cock. The elastic ring of the ravaged anus began to give way to the pressure as the girl weakened in her futile struggle against the force of the lust-incited officers.
"Aaarrggghhh," she shrieked as the walls of her anus collapsed and slipped down over the glans of the hard throbbing head. Electric shocks of pain coursed through her body and her face contorted in agony. The drunken general lay back on the bed, his jaws tightly clenched in masochistic pleasure as he felt his pulsating cock being sucked into her quivering rectum. He could hardly move, but allowed his comrades to slowly lower the girl onto the still swelling penis.
Eva watched her sobbing friend, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was cruel, ugly torture for a girl who had done nothing. Erika was being brutally punished for the crimes of Adolph Hitler and his cronies. She was innocent of any wrongdoing, yet she had become the scapegoat for a world she did not create. Eva closed her eyes and let the tears flood freely, not wanting to see any more of the depraved rape of the naked girl.
Zadnik, drunk, hardly moved as the comrades continued to lower the girl, forcing the pulsating prick deeper into her stretching rectum. His hands still head the soft orbs of her buttocks and kneaded the pliant flesh as he felt his throbbing cock sink deeper and deeper into the smooth, almost virginal flesh of her ravaged anus. The rubbery tip probed its way along the warm dark shaft searching for new excitement.
A tiny stream of blood trickled from her clenched lips" where she had clamped her teeth, trying to blot out the pain. She could feel no pleasure as she had the night before, but only shame and humiliation as she knew that her friends watched her debauching, one of them crying, the other one laughing. She could feel the massive prick's thick base push its way into her inflamed anus and knew that the entire blood-filled cock now rested completely in the dark damp passage of her ass.
"Aaahhhh," the drunken general sighed, as he felt the outer lips of the tight elastic ring close around the base of his cock, mingling with the dark black pubic hairs. "Now" he ordered his subordinates. Immediately with lust filled eyes they responded as they had done so many times before.
Chornin held the girl's trembling body while Korenski held her small ankles and stretched her legs to their full length. The colonel started to bob her light, perspiring body up and down on the throbbing cock while the lieutenant side stepped slowly, turning her like a merry-go-round on the stiff red rod. Zadink moved his loins slightly to adjust his aching back and push his pulsating cock further into her moist clenching channel. She groaned, opening her eyes, hoping that it was all a horrible obscene nightmare, that would stop when she awoke, but the agonizing pain made her squeal. She could see Karen's lewd grin mocking her as the older girl began to slip out of her own clothes. Karen could hardly wait for her turn at the general, then the two colonels and if she was lucky, maybe the lieutenant, too. She wanted to be fucked like that by all of them and could think of nothing else, completely ignoring Erika's sobbing cries.
Zadnik could feel the fire rising in his great cock, burning from the intense volcanic pressure in his inflamed balls. He watched with a great obscene grin as his comrades rotated the helpless squealing girl painfully in circles around his huge swollen cock.
Erika could no longer control her sobs as her pain-racked body shook convulsively as she slowly turned on the massive prick. Her tear-filled eyes could barely make out Eva's back, or Karen's lust incited nakedness as she feverishly awaited her turn. The general moaned deep in his thick throat as he felt the pulsating rectum turning on his fat cock, scraping every inch of the twitching head with its smooth damp walls. The two Russians panted as they rotated her, their own massive pricks bulging in their trousers, dotting the rough fabric with leaking semen. They turned and bobbed her helpless long sleek body, impaling her again and again on the red stiff cock. She groaned between her tightly clenched lips, trying to stifle any sensuous noises that might incite them to even more degraded pleasures.
She could feel him tense his body beneath her and begin to rise uncontrollably in the first spasms of orgasm. The drunken general had only seconds left as he felt the first eruption leave his aching balls and speed the raw fiery white liquid through the throbbing channels of his burning cock suddenly spewing into her dark wet rectum, lubricating the swollen aching walls as he thrust his massive cock in short jerks, tearing at the reddened flesh.
"Ugghhh," he groaned as the final spurt of white not cum left his cock and filled her ravaged anus with its burning juices.
Erika froze as he came, closing her eyes as she felt the disgusting pervert cum at last into her raped ravaged anus. She felt the other two lechers release their grip on her body and slim ankles and in a moment she started to raise herself off, heaving a sigh of relief as the half deflated cock slipped from her ruptured rectum with a sordid sucking sound.
She was free at last, but it no longer seemed to matter. She fell in a heap onto the deep carpet of the floor, sobbing in shame and humiliation at what had happened to her. She had become the toy of vicious cruel animals who had and would use her for any depraved sexual aberration they might wish to fulfill.
Eva sat crying in the corner, weeping for her friend who had suffered the depraved degradation of those lecherous Russians, but Karen, completely naked and panting, cared nothing for the feelings of the other two women. It was obvious to her, that she could be fucked any way she wanted, and she wanted; she wanted to be fucked until she was split wide open by those great throbbing cocks. Karen turned to Graznik, who stood beside her, his tongue hanging from his drooling mouth. She tore at his clothing with her long slender nails, trying to rip it from his body. His lust incited eyes were suddenly aroused by the obscene grabbings of the girl as she tore the buttons from his pants and groped for the swollen cock that sought freedom from the tight confines of his uniform.
The palm of her hand was nearly seared as she grabbed the hot pulsating prick and pulled it out, dropping to her knees and hungrily sucking it into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the massive cock as she bobbed her head back and forth, making it swell even larger. The huge cock was greater than Zadnik's by more than an inch in length, and the red hot head nearly filled her throat with the droplets of semen that leaked from the slit on the end.
"Look at this hot little cunt," Graznik called to his lust filled comrades who were ripping the last of their clothing off. "She's sucking me off and I haven't done a goddamn thing to her yet."
Korenski and Chornin roared with licentious laughter and threw their pants to the floor, rushing over to grab the sex crazed girl and pull her away from the delicious cock that she sucked at so voraciously.
"Ooowwww," Graznik screamed in pain as her hard bright teeth scraped across the tender skin of his swollen cock. He bent to the floor holding the bruised cock with both hands, trying to soothe the torn flesh.
"Come on," Chornin yelled to him. "Stop beatin' your meat and get your ass over here. We can all fuck her at the same time!"
Karen couldn't understand what they were saying, but her lustful tone of Chornin's voice told her that she would get what she wanted. She moaned in ecstasy and rolled her long body over, stretching her slender arms high above her head, entwining her fingers, purring like a cat. She was a bitch in heat and needed all the fucking she could get. Nothing else mattered but having those huge throbbing cock thrusting and driving into her aching wet cunt.
She felt the bed sag and looked to see Korenski leaning over her, his panting tongue hanging loosely from his drooling mouth. His saliva dripped onto the taught red bud of her hard little nipple, its heavy density feeling like the white hot cum that she needed so much. She wanted to suck him, to suck anybody, she thought as her eyes lowered devouring his engorged, throbbing cock.
The heavy smell of vodka permeated her nostrils as he leaned to kiss her with his slobbering lips. She moaned as he crushed his lips onto hers with all the lust incited force within him. His hand moved over her shoulders to the erect red nipple, pinching it between two fingers, squeezing until she suddenly squealed with masochistic delight. Her quivering breasts were firm and supple and needed to be sucked. Korenski traced his heavy Lips across to the excited little nipple that jutted straight up and sucked it into his mouth, squeezing it with his teeth, then sucked as much of her large firm breast into his mouth as he could.
Karen held her eyes tightly shut and reveled in the savageness of his obscene sucking, thrashing her head back and forth in sexual ecstasy as the pain shot through the soft flesh. Harder, she thought, harder. She didn't care that he was a drunken Russian whose comrades had killed her husband almost two years before. She didn't care that he was a drunken Russian whose comrades had repeatedly raped her the day before. She didn't Care! She wanted to be fucked, and fucked NOW!
Other hands suddenly began groping at the soft flesh of her white thighs, exploring their way, kneading and plying as they roamed toward the soft, silken curls between her legs. The hard rough fingers probed for the hair covered pussy searching for the blood-filled bud of her clitoris in the hot wetness of her secreting vaginal slit.
"Ooooohhhh," she sighed as the fingers found their mark and rubbed over the erect little bud, sending erotic electric shocks through her thighs. The fingers pinched the fiery clitoris and pulled at it, elongating the erect little organ.
"Groan you little bitch," Chornin hissed at her. "It hurts and it'll hurt more, so groan your fucking ass off!"
His harsh words excited her even more as she Celt the hard fingers groping for more of the bud, trying to find more in the wet, slippery, pink flesh. Between the hard sucking at her tits and the brutal pulling at her engorged clitoris, she was nearly going out of her mind, throwing her head back and forth on the pillow, begging inside for more.
"Oooooh," she moaned. "Suck me, Please. I need it. Please, SUCK ME!"
Korenski, thinking that she was pleading with him, bit harder at her breasts, while Chornin, incited by her begging, lunged his head at the soft hair lined lips and spread them with his fingers. His wide eyes staring at the wet pink cunt, he suddenly flicked his tongue out with tortuous quickness and lapped at her secreting juices.
Karen squealed with delight as the hard wet tongue licked at her yearning cunt, filling her with even more obscene desire, wanting him to push the pink tongue deep into her pulsating pussy.
She opened her eyes and let her jaw go slack as she saw the lewd spectacle in the mirror. One man was sucking at her breasts, one after the other, while a second was licking at the wet pink slit between her legs. It was sooo good, but she needed more. She had to have more. Oh God, I need them fucking me, her depraved mind prayed. Let them fuck me till I die!
"Aaaaahhhhhh," she moaned in ecstasy and suddenly pushed Korenski's head away from her breasts and grabbed Chornin's greasy hair, burying his face completely between the hair covered lips of her enlarged cunt. He thrashed his head back and forth, slithering his tongue over the swollen bud, then turned his hairy body for the final assault.
Once in position, without ever taking his mouth from the hair lined cunt, he began licking up and down over the quivery fiery hot Lips and across no man's land to the tight rubbery elastic ring of her anus, lapping lightly at it. He moved his head back and forth, teasing, tormenting the hungry wet cunt. He was mad with obscene desire. The fiery throbbings in his swollen cock were burning through his entire lust filled body.
Korenski knelt beside them on the bed, rebuked by the girl, and knowing that he could not move the colonel. He was full of jealous rage, but could do nothing. He looked at the girl, Eva, weeping in the corner, but didn't want her. He wanted Karen to suck his rock hard cock into her aching fiery cunt and bury the rod in her belly. It wasn't fan-that he should have to wait, but he would find a way. He must.
"She's mine," Granznik's voice suddenly roared out of nowhere. "I had her first, and goddamn it she's going to stay mine. Now get your fucking ass off the bed and let a man show you how it's done."
Karen jerked her head to stare at the bellowing colonel. She nearly screamed when Chornin took his head from between her legs to face his adversary. He can't stop now, her tormented body screamed. He just can't.
"What the hell are you talking about," Chornin spat. "Possession, you bastard! Possession says she's mine. Now get the fuck out of here."
Graznik stood back, shocked by what his subordinate had said. He could see the girl's warm secretions glistening on Chornin's lips and nose. He was excited by the obscene face, but afraid of his opponent's strength. He had to have her, but he would never win a fight. There must be a way, he thought, feeling the aching in his loins.
Eva had heard the colonel's roaring and lifted her weeping head. She gasped at the gruesome sight before her, the three Russians, all naked, dripping with sweat and hardly able to stand, while Karen thrashed back and forth on the bed in agony, wanting anyone to fuck her. It couldn't be real. There's a mistake, she thought. It's all only a bad dream. Only forty eight hours ago she was a normal Berlin housewife, and Erika and Karen were average lovely young women. But now, it was all different. There was nothing average or normal about any of them. Her tears flooded from her reddened eyes as she tried to straighten her tangled mind.
She heard Korenski shout pleadingly, "Let's not fight, for Chrissake. She's enough for all of us." His drunken drawl was hardly understandable. "This hot little cunt could take us all at once, so let's not argue."
"Three at once," Chronin quizzed.
Graznik sat on the bed and rolled the unconscious general's body over. He picked up the general's half empty bottle and took a big swallow. "It could be done," he mused. "But it'll take a helluva lot of strategy."
The trio laughed uproariously, but Eva could only sob at what she had heard. She looked at Karen whose hand had crept to the moist silken hair that covered her yearning cunt and was shoving her finger in and out slowly. Eva looked at the naked bodies, one at a time, nearly retching at the lurid display of soft white flesh in the dim fight of the large room. They were all animals, and Karen had become the most obscene of the lot.
Karen spreading her legs wide in invitation, suddenly turned her attention from her probing fingers to the three men, her eyes pleading for them to thrust their hungry, swollen cocks into her hair-covered pussy. There was but a moment's pause and the three lust-incited were on the bed beside her.
Six hands suddenly began roving over her supple flesh, kneading it to almost burning temperatures as they stroked her, teasing every pore with their passion-arousing caresses. One sucked at her breasts, while another licked at the moist slit of her pussy, while yet the third probed at the rubbery, elastic ring of her anus.
"Ooooh," the sex crazed girl moaned, feeling like a thousand needles were pricking at her ravaged, hungry body. She could feel the heat of their bodies next to her, burning her into the silk sheets, scraping at every sweating pore. "We'll have to figure a way to do it," Graznik babbled insidiously as he toyed with her puckered anus. "Chronin lifted his wet lips from her pulsating hot cunt and added, "It won't be hard. We'll just have to organize."
All three again got up from the girl and she started sobbing, "Don't stop, please don't stop. I can't stand it Fuck me, oh mother of God, Fuck "I can't wait," Korenski yelled and leaped at the girl, but was quickly jerked back by the other two.
"Hang on to your goddamned horses," Graznik ordered him. "You said there's enough, and there is, so just wait a fucking minute." Eva watched in horror as the three Russian officers prepared for their next move, carefully planning how they would all fit into the bereaved Karen at once, laughing and drinking as they talked, taking a moment or two to pinch Karen's burning wet cunt, teasing her to near insanity. Eva could no longer understand what was happening. She saw Karen thrashing and moaning, begging the lust filled animals to fuck her, throwing herself at their mercy. But by now, Eva had little mind left. The whole lewd scene was only a scrambled morbid image in her horrified broken thoughts.
Once decided on their lecherous plan of action, Chronin fell onto the bed and buried his head between Karen's wide-spread thighs, driving his hard wet tongue deep into her hair-fined cunt. He knew that it would drive her to even wilder heights of perverted passion and licked at her open thighs hungrily. In a few minutes she would be on the receiving end of three of the largest most massive pricks in all Berlin, ravaged and fucked until she would pass out from the sheer volume of flesh they would give her.
Korenski watched his partner sucking voraciously back and forth between the girl's legs. Chronin sucked and bit at her squirming clitoris, slithering his hard wet tongue across the soft pink folds of her pulsating lips. Korenski slipped his large hand to the base of his massive swollen prick and ran his fingers along the tender underside to the throbbing head and began to caress himself, never for a second taking his eyes off the thrashing girl. He'd seen Zadnik fuck dozens of girls before and never had gotten a piece of any of them, but now he was going to be part of a triple fuck, and the though excited him more as his hand started stroking the huge cock in rhythm with Chronin's head.
Graznik, too, could not take his eyes off the wild, excited girl, though he could barely see Korenski rubbing the red hot tip of his own burning cock. The colonel had had many women in his time, but never with other men. He imagined the three of them fucking her, as he suddenly realized that twitching cock resting in his hand, ached to be relieved of its torment.
Meanwhile, down between her open thighs, Chronin was beginning to know every inch of the tortured girl's moist pink cunt. The more he sucked her, the more she groaned for his gigantic cock which had swollen to a greater size than ever before. He held both of her reddened thighs bent back over his head and ate at her voraciously, nipping with his teeth, as he tasted the honeyed juices that flowed from deep within her open, aching pussy. Graznik watched, hypnotized by the lewd sucking that Chronin was giving the girl. He could see her twitching spastically at each bite, trying to bury the sandy haired Russians head deep into her defiled cunt. Graznik could hardly wait, stroking his throbbing cock to greater hardness knowing that in a few seconds he would climb on and make her suck him until he spewed all of his burning cum deep into her soft throat. He was excited even more by the thought of the three of them fucking her together. He had never done it before, and would probably last about two seconds before his balls would explode. Three at once; two fucking her fiery cunt at once, a third getting his rock hard cock sucked like a lollipop. It was almost too much to think of.
Chronin knew Karen was ready. He could feel her thighs twitching and trying to kick out so that she could climax. He wanted to taste the boiling hot juices that would flow from her hair-lined pussy what she came, but he didn't want her to have all the pleasure. He wanted to bury his thick pole keep into that wet cunt and fuck the life out of her until she begged for him to stop.
Suddenly Eva screamed in terror from across the room. Chronin jerked his head up to see Korenski starting to grab at her bouncing breasts. "Leave her alone, goddamit!" he roared. "She can wait. Let's fuck this one first!"
Chronin wanted to fuck Karen, but he didn't want to do it alone. The obscene pleasure he would get knowing that all three of them would be ravaging the wet channels of her body was too much to pass up.
"Get over here, Korenski, and get your ass "planted on the bed," he ordered the depraved young lieutenant. "Tovaritch," he said to his fellow colonel, "get ready to get the sucking of your Mel" Eva sobbed uncontrollably in the corner as she watched the three drunken sex starved Russians assemble their naked bodies on the bed, ready to fuck Karen half to death. They were leaving her alone, but it didn't matter. She hardly cared any more, knowing that she would probably be next. Her eyes perceived the jutting great penises hanging around her friend's mouth and wet pink pussy. There seemed to be a thousand massive pricks flying through the air, all of them aimed at her scrambled brain.
Korenski had stretched out on the bed still stroking his long throbbing cock. He suddenly laughed and waved it like an obscene sexual flag, beckoning the girl.
Karen, not sure what was happening any longer, hesitated, looking questioningly at the man who had sucked her halfway to heaven. "Don't just lie there, bitch," he yelled at her. "Get your hot little Nazi body on top of me."
Understanding what he wanted, Karen rolled over and got up to her knees. She crawled to the swaying red cock and started to examine it. It wasn't as thick as the others, but it was long and she knew it would hurt. She opened her mouth and hung out her long wet tongue and licked the stiff rod up and down and around the pulsating head to lubricate it. She wanted it to hurt, but not enough to kill her.
A sudden hard slap on her soft white buttocks made her turn over, to stare into the two Russians' glazed eyes. She must waste no time, but then, she didn't want to. She wanted the fucking so badly that every second lost was torture to her depraved, lust ridden mind.
She spread her legs and positioned her heated loins over the hard upright rod, hardly able to balance herself. She felt two pairs of hands grab her waist, as a third set held the throbbing cock in place, nudging at the hair lined opening. The two men pressed her downward until she felt the obscenely long cock probe into her swollen wet opening, then let go, and let it plunge completely into the fiery hot vagina.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned in lustful ecstasy as she felt the swollen head push roughly into her cervix scraping teasingly along the smooth wet walls.
She slowly lifted then lowered her body onto massive shaft, just enough to tease the reddened head deep inside her burning vagina. Her panting breath incited the young lieutenant and he began a slow bucking to meet her rhythmic bobbing. He could feel the hot flesh of her fiery cunt swallowing every inch of his long throbbing cock and clenched his teeth trying to hold back the climax that he expected to come any second, while his partners, their leering grins hovering overhead, watched breathlessly, each stroking his own massive cock for the onslaught.
It felt so good, so hot, but it was not enough. Her lust crazed mind screamed for more swollen cocks to suck and fuck as she began to push her slim round hips back and forth like riding a horse, so that she could feel the pulsating prick scrape harder at the smooth swollen walls of her aching vagina. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, praying for more cocks, and she didn't see the other men ready themselves. Granzik took her shoulders in his strong hands and pulled her forward, forcing her to bend at a painful angle and expose the tight elastic ring of her anus. She had been raped so many times in the last twenty four hours that the small round ring had lost most of its resistance, and she could feel it open, flowering of its own volition for the intrusion that was to come.
She tried to relax when she felt the swollen pulsating tip of Chronin's huge cock suddenly touch at the enlarged opening. Her smooth buttocks quivered as both his hands grabbed and spread them apart, then fumbled about searching for the ravaged anus. Just as one of the probing fingers jabbed into the dark rubbery opening, two big hands grabbed her jaw and brought her head upwards to stare at the tiny slit on the end of Graznik's swollen prick.
Eagerly she opened her mouth and lunged for the red throbbing head, but he pulled it back, teasing her. She reached out with one hand and grasped the fiery hot rod, pulling him forward, and thrust it into her mouth, sucking like a hungry lion when suddenly she was pushed helplessly forward by Chronin s driving thrust as he sank his massive prick an inch into her already filled cunt At first she couldn't believe it. She thought that he was going to skewer her throbbing anus, but instead ... my God ... they're both going to fuck my cunt! She could feel the rough finger still in her ravaged anus, buried to the second knuckle. But all the lust inciting sensations were in her burning wet vagina. It was more cock than she had ever dreamed of and moved slowly, trying to see if she could actually take both the swollen pricks at once. She felt them slip and rub against each other inside her aching passage, both men trying to adjust to the strange obscene fucking, trying to develop a rhythm. Her whole craving body felt as if razors were slicing at her skin as she felt first one man move forward, then the other move back. She was stretched to the limit of endurance. Her enlarged cunt couldn't take any more than it had. She could feel two strong cocks sliding back and forth over every sensual inch of her pulsating vagina. She was in heaven at last, completely filled with the rock hard flesh of two men, each wanting to fuck her and cum inside her throbbing pussy.
As she reveled in ecstasy at the two pricks in her cunt, Graznik was pushing his hips forward and backward, sliding his massive cock in and out of her ovaled wet mouth, plunging it deep into her throat. She was a German, a woman in a defeated country, and better yet, a goddamned nympho. He had never known a woman who wanted so much fucking and did it so well, with no object, with total surrender. He moaned as she sucked at a few more drops of his lewdly secreting semen. She bobbed her head in rhythm with her hips as she tried to force every licentious sensation in her body at once.
Eva sat in the corner watching the depraved spectacle, trying to understand what was happening. She held her torn dress tightly to her crotch, not recognizing the rising fire that was building inside her soft warm cunt. She knew that they were Russians, and Karen was German. German, she thought, I'm German, but they aren't doing that to me. Her scrambled mind vaguely associated Hitler with Germany, but could no longer remember the hideous crimes of the Nazis, nor recognize the hideous crime that the three Soviet officers were committing on the bed before her.
She felt a light dampness trickle through the thin fabric of her dress as she pressed it into the soft silken hairs trying to relieve the ache that was growing horribly and out of control in her groin. Like a small curious animal she got up from the corner and walked toward the bed. Her eyes were glued to the thrusting hips that plunged a massive prick into Karen's yearning mouth. Eva reached out and touched the white fat cheeks of Graznik's ass with one hand, and drew it back quickly when she felt a tingle run through her legs and into the ache that pressed in her vagina. Again, wanting to feel the tingle, she touched the buttocks and felt a flash of fire burn into her groin. She reached out with the other hand and grasped the other cheek and began to knead it. She could feel hot juices flowing from her hair line lips down her thighs.
Vaguely she could remember having a huge cock like that driving into her yearning cunt, finally relieving the ache. She wanted the ache to stop. It must stop.
She dug her fingernails into his buttocks and tried to pull him away from Karen so that he could fill her with the rock hard rod and stop the ache. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain across her cheek as he swung out and struck her viciously, knocking her to the floor.
"Wait your goddamned turn, you German whore," he screamed at her.
Eva stayed where she had been knocked down and rejected. Oh god, it aches, she thought and thrust a rough finger past the hair covered lips deep into her burning cunt. It wasn't enough and she slid another finger alongside the first trying to put out the fire.
Karen saw her friend masturbating out of the corner of her eye, but didn't recognize her. She could only feel the gigantic hot hard flesh of three cocks ravaging her sex crazed body. They were all in rhythm, driving, plunging, filling her to the hilt. This was the end. There was no more husband, no more war, and no more Germany. She had all the men she could want, all that she could take. There was no more world except the one burning deep in her fiery cunt, screaming to be put out by a flood of spewing cum.
Chronin felt the volcanic pressure in his balls straining for release. He knew that in a few moments he would cum all over his partner's cock and fill the sex maddened girl with his juices. He thrust harder and faster feeling the friction of Korenski's cock rubbing on the underside of his own massive prick. Karen was moaning and wailing at the fantastic pummeling of her cunt by the two pricks. The more she moaned, the more her mouth vibrated ecstatically around Graznik's pulsating cock. He grabbed her hands and pulled them around to his back where she dug her fingernails into the flabby flesh and squeezed with all her strength. He jumped forward at the pain and felt the first spasms of climax ripple through his throbbing cock. "Ugh," he groaned. "Now, bitch, now.
Aaarrgghhhh!" Chronin could see the girl's throat swallowing load after load of the spurting hot cum as it filled her mouth. He watched the spastic contractions of Graznik's buttocks as he shot his load, overfilling her gaping mouth and spilling down her cheeks. He knew that it was time for all of them and began pumping faster until the dammed up cum in his swollen balls suddenly burst free and erupted into her burning cunt, while at the same time, Korenski's balls exploded, pouring jets of white hot cum into her in a flooding torrent that mingled with his partner's, filling her soaking pussy until it overflowed out her contracting vaginal lips and spilled down onto his flexing thighs.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped as she felt the three massive cocks spill their juices into her mouth and pussy. Her voracious mouth and hungry pussy sucked at every drop trying to save it all inside her, and keep her ready for more.
Suddenly it started!
Quickly like a jerking string, then building up to powerful thrusts, her muscles began to unleash a torrent of spasms, contracting and snapping, crashing down on her like a great wave smashing at her ravaged body, taking all her strength with it until....
Like lightening it struck, jerking her body nigh into the air and snapping like a whip, nearly breaking her in half and releasing the gate that imprisoned her thick burning cuntal juices as she came again and again, screaming in ecstasy at the sudden final release of passion.
Then it was over.
She lay still on the bed as one by one the men pulled their half deflated pricks from the ravaged channels of her body. A sneering smile crossed her face, a smile of satisfaction and revenge. She had avenged herself for all the months she had been without a man, and for the abuse that she so easily had submitted to.
It was not enough to be screwed. She had to be punished forever for having enjoyed her first rape, Karen didn't know who to blame, or why there should be any blame. She knew that she could satisfy any man, and would satisfy any man available for the rest of her life.
Her shame and humiliation were so great that nothing would ever be quite enough of a punishment to repay her sins, so she would continue to do what any man desired. And as she looked at Eva, slobbering on the floor, trying to masturbate herself to climax, she knew that as long as she had her sanity, she would remain the victor, and not a vanquished lunatic like the rest of them were going to become. She had met the enemy face to face on the field of battle, woman's field ... and she had won. They may not realize it ... but yes! Yes, she, of all the women of Berlin, had won!
