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Subject: Animal Antics 021
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 1996 23:23:09 -0500
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ANIMAL ANTICS 021
Chapter 1a
Ruth lay crumpled on the narrow planking and cried until it felt as
though her heart would break. Her whole young body shivered and convulsed
with the pain that throbbed throughout her. The semen of the young war
lords of Hitler's Third Reich oozed from between her bruised thighs and
from the corners of her full, aching lips. Her emotions were spent and her
soul bruised. She wanted to hate but that would require too much from her.
She simply lay as still as possible and let the pain and shame slowly drain
from her body. She could not help but think, however, of all the horrible
and obscene things she had been so suddenly subjected too.
Ruth was sixteen years old. She had been arrested and catalogued and
interned in the oldest prison in Vienna when she returned there upon her
father's supposed summons. She had been a happy, dreamy little school girl
in Switzerland unable to believe all the nonsense that was said about her
country, Germany, until now. Even the events since her arrest and
detention were as nothing compared to what she had been through this very
morning.
Ruth had been awakened at five o'clock. The woman in charge of her
section, Frau Moelar, a huge woman who weighed close to 300 pounds and
didn't appear to be fat, said, "Up! Los, los. It is your day. You must
prepare yourself."
Ruth had been directed to the cold water shower and then had been made
to rub her body until it string from roughness of the heavy towel. Her
hair had been cut short the first week she had entered the prison and
therefore required little care from her. She just dried it and ran a comb
through it. She was given a heavy gown to cover her young body and was
then led to a long plank table and directed to eat. There wasn't a great
deal for her to eat. She had been famished but the Frau Moelar had told
her that she would be sufficiently nourished with the juice and hot weak
tea that was ready for her. She devoured it, then hugged her arms around
her body to keep warm.
Ruth had waited one hour. Then Frau Moelar had taken her arm and led
her down the corridor to the whitest, most sterile looking room she had
ever seen. It looked Just like a hospital room, an operating room, which
indeed it was. She was made to sit on a cold metal bench with four other
girls, all about her age, all dressed as she was, and wait. Shortly a
nurse entered and greeted them in a cheery voice and injected each of them
with kind of serum, using an extra long needle, on the upper arm.
Ruth was the second girl on the bench. That is, there was one girl,
with raven black hair, sitting to the left of her, then three others on her
right. She looked at the table in the center of the room and tried to
figure out just bow it would be used and just what was to happen to all of
them. Her body grew numb from the injection as she sat with the rest of
the girls and did not speak one word since she had been warned not to.
Ruth had been sitting on the bench for one-half hour when a doctor
entered through the gleaming white door. The lights were turned on over
the table and the doctor, Herr Direktor of the entire experiment, entered
the room with a flock of nurses behind him. He approached the five nubile
girls and greeted each of them in turn and rubbed his hands and smiled and
said: "You have been spared. If this experiment works - if you can learn
easily - then perhaps you have a long joyous life ahead of you. If not, I
cannot promise you anything. No. It is up to you girls. Follow the
instructions that I give you and do your best." He turned to the nurses and
told them that they could summon the young men.
Ruth's spirits lifted when the young men entered. There were four of
them and they were handsome beyond description. She had been a very
romantic girl at school, daydreaming of the time when a young man would
enter her life and take her for long walks through the forests and kiss her
and love her for all time. Her childish fantasies had never entertained
what was to take place shortly before her.
The Direktor summoned the girl on her left, whose name turned out to be
Beth, to the white table. She was made to take her robe off and get onto
the table on her back. Ruth looked at the beauty of the girl, at her short
black hair and her white skin, and felt a pang of jealousy because Beth was
to be the first. She had large green eyes, through which she innocently
looked at the world without the faintest hint of the madness that was about
to take place upon her body, Her not yet fully formed breasts jutted out
smartly from her body and the soft pinkness of her nipples contrasted
sharply with the rest of her. Her flat muscled stomach was smooth and
ended with her new growth of pubic hair that was black, soft and downy; it
formed a perfect vee between her long white legs.
Once on her back on the table she was made to fit her feet into stirrup
cups and her hands were strapped alongside her body. Ruth could see her
shiver; and, looking at the four young men standing near the table she
noticed that their eyes were gleaming in a strange anticipation as they
took in the whole of the beautiful young female form spread out before
them. The Direktor spoke to the young men, ignoring the girl on the table,
then moved to her and told the nurse to move the table back.
Ruth watched in horrid fascination as the lower half of the table slid
back and moved Beth's legs so that her knees were over her body and the
whole of her tender young vagina slit was exposed for the eyes of everyone
in the room.
The Direktor wasted no time. He moved to the end of the table and
opened the spare, hairlined lips of Beth's naked cuntal opening with his
thumbs, causing her to cry out in terror. He ignored her and spoke to the
four young men: "You should always examine for cleanliness. This is the
lips of the vagina, the protective shield that keeps out all the filth if
they are properly taken care of. Now," he continued, stretching Beth apart
abruptly, causing her to groan again. He nodded his head to one of the
nurses and she roughly placed a piece of gauze over the girl's mouth and
injected her again with the serum from the needle.
Beth relaxed immediately and her eyes rolled about strangely in her
head. The Direktor smiled smugly and dug his fingers into the soft
pinkness between her now unresisting thighs and continued: "This is the
entrance only. It is soft and generally needs to be moistened in
preparation for intercourse. This is the natural process of the woman's
body and would happen if the normal preparation and play is made by the
man. We do not wait for that because we do not have the time. We do it
mechanically." He nodded again to one of the nurses and she came forward
with a large black cylinder filled with warm baby oil and pushed it into
the pinkness of Beth's tight, resisting little cunt. Ruth heard a low moan
from the skewered young girl and vicariously felt the pain in her own
loins. She shivered but continued to watch in abject fascination as the
smooth bubbly oil flowed out the soft quivering lips clenching tightly to
the pricklike tube.
After the nurse had moved the rubber-headed cylinder into the depth of
Beth's soft slit, she maneuvered it about and then withdrew it.
"Good. We will move here to the upper part," the Direktor said, walking
to the head of the table. "This one has a nice pair of breasts. Notice
how the firmness of the flesh and the tautness of it makes the breasts
flare up from the chest. The nipples are good, also. Small, but they will
grow to largeness with the correct manipulation." He took the small pink
nipples in his large fingers and massaged them teasingly back and forth.
"You see, they harden immediately. You," he spoke to one of the boys,
"Come and kiss."
The young man he had spoken to approached the table, his eyes gleaming
and the muscles of his huge young shoulders massed into cords of muscles.
He lowered his blond head over the upraised mounds of white flesh and
without hesitation sunk his mouth over her left breast. Ruth could see the
slight upward thrust of Beth's stomach as she apparently felt the teeth
bite into her virgin flesh. Her own breasts suddenly felt warm and tense,
the first such sensation she had ever had. She watched and listened.
"You should kiss and suck gently," the Direktor said almost clinically,
then took his hand and put it on the back of the boy's head and pushed down
hard. "Now nip your teeth into her, gently?" he leeringly told the boy.
"Aaaaaagh," Beth screamed. The noise piercing the whole room. Her
whole body shuddered but she was unable to move much. Her feet were
securely locked into the cup stirrups and her arms were strapped alongside
her. The Direktor was furious. He spoke sharply to the nurse and she flew
to the head of the table with another gauze mask and slapped it hard down
against Beth's face.
"That's enough," the Direktor laughed, pulling the boy's head away from
her white, now quivering breast. Then, to all of them, "You see how the
nipple has hardened?" He took it teasingly in his fingers again and
squeezed it so that it stood hard and straight. "It does not take much and
it is a source of pleasure. These Jewish girls are small here at the
nipple, but it is an instant source of excitement to them. Ya?"
All the boys agreed. The Direktor motioned for the young man who had
been biting the lush whiteness of Beth's firm young breasts to move to the
end of the table. Then, ordered him to drop his shorts. Ruth gasped when
she saw the huge white prick that hung thick and heavy between his legs.
She had never before in all her young life imagined that anyone could have
something like that growing there.
As Ruth watched, the boy grasped his thick cockshaft in one hand, lifted
it to a horizontal position, and began to stroke it slowly. It swelled
even thicker, began to stiffen, and now she could see the helmet shape of
the knob clearly outlined beneath the skin.
The boy fisted his now fully erect shaft, drawing the foreskin back,
exposing the fat purple glans.
She looked closely and saw the head of it and the small bit of clear
moisture that gleamed on the end of the large, smooth head. She noticed
the dark veins that ran the length of his huge cock and, gasped in fright
when she realized suddenly that he was going to force the mammoth organ
into the small pink slit nestled between Beth's upraised thighs.
The boy was ordered forward by the doctor and he stood at the end of the
table, his huge prick throbbing and standing straight out from his body,
pointing at the small pink slit that was gleaming with beads of moisture
from the warm wetness of the oil that had been used to lubricate it before
the Direktor had him insert the head of his cock between the soft
hair-lined lips of the girl's vagina, then made him stop. He then summoned
the other three boys and placed them about the table, directing one of them
to put his mouth on her left breast, another of them to sink his mouth onto
her right breast, and the third youth to stand at the head of the table.
Beth moved slightly as the two mouths were sunk into her breasts. She
appeared to Ruth to be trying to move her loins away from the throbbing
prick of the first boy, but it was of no use. She was too securely
strapped onto the table.
"Now," the Direktor said, moving slightly away from the table. "You,
Kurt, are to enter her slowly. She is a certified virgin, a Jew girl, and
she will be tight. If you find it is too painful for you, Kurt, you may
withdraw. Go in slowly, now," he instructed.
Kurt stepped closer to the end of the table and levered his cock down
from its steeply erect angle. He guided the naked purple knob into Beth's
exposed pink slit.
Ruth gasped to herself as she saw the big whiteness of Kurt sliding into
the small pink opening of Beth and she wanted to cry out in sympathy but
she dared not. She knew that she would be next and she hoped that she
would not be too hurt. She watched the pole-like prick of Kurt inch its
way into the pink softness between Beth's legs, stretching the tight
elastic lips relentlessly around it and then stop before half of it was out
of sight. Kurt turned to the Direktor and said, "It really is tight.
Can't she help?"
The Direktor did not answer. Instead he stepped behind Kurt and put his
large hands on the white flesh of the boy's buttocks and shoved forward
with all his strength.
"Agh ... oh ... oooh!" moaned Beth. Her scream seemed to be torn from
the throat of the poor girl on the table. Ruth thought she would faint.
She put her hands alongside her hips flat down on the cold bench and
steadied herself. Waves of shame and humiliation at the thought she would
be next swept through her mind and she blinked her eyes to clear her
vision.
She looked back at the table and saw the huge prick of Kurt easing out
of the small slit and the flanges of the soft pink lips of Beth's vagina
gently traveling the full, moistened length of it. The boy at the head of
the table had let his shorts fall to the floor. The head of the table had
been moved so that Beth's head hung backwards over the end of it. Ruth
could only see her smooth white throat and her chin. A nurse opened the
girl's mouth and the boy moved forward and thrust his large cock into the
girl. Ruth shuddered anew and felt as though she would faint. But, she
didn't. She was grateful now that she had not been given more breakfast
than she had been.
She continued to watch in horrid fascination as the four young men
worked away at the beautiful body of the spread-eagled young girl. The one
at the head of the table jabbed furiously into her mouth; the two blond
heads kissed and sucked and bit at her breasts as Kurt plunged in and out
of her tight, squirming little cunt. As Ruth watched, the entire action
speeded up. The plunging in and out of her cunt by Kurt became almost
frenzied and she could no believe the working of the two bodies, joined
together as they were, with the now hard prick slamming into the soft
pinkness of the helplessly writhing girl on the table in lightning-like
strokes.
The silence of the room was interrupted by the command of the Direktor.
"Now!" he bellowed, standing away from the table and watching the whole
process, his arms folded across his chest, "Shoot into her. Let the little
woman feel the heat of the young men of the Fatherland!"
Ruth could not look at the Direktor. Even his eyes were vulgar to her.
She looked at the table and saw the four boys sucking and biting and
plowing into poor Beth at both ends of her and then Kurt moved up with the
help of his tight muscled legs and threw himself harder and harder between
her widespread thighs and ground mercilessly away. He plunged madly in
small piston-like strokes, then suddenly he grabbed both her legs in his
hands and threw his head back and pulled her toward him and plunged and
rammed crazily into the softness of her wildly quivering belly. Then with
a wild jerking spasm he banged himself fully against her full young
buttocks and stopped. For all the horror of what she was watching, Ruth
could not but help appreciate the beauty of the long-muscled legs of Kurt,
the cording of the thigh muscles as the bunched themselves together for the
final cataclysmic plunge.
She looked at the boy at the head of the table and he seemed to be
beginning what Kurt had just finished. The whole thing looked odd to her,
out of perspective. She was watching Kurt from the back and the other boy
was facing her so that she seemed to be seeing only one, but his front and
back at the same time. The image was broken for her, however, when Kurt
desisted and the other boy rammed furiously into her mouth faster and
faster until he, too, pressed his driving loins up tight against her face
and moved his hips from side to side and then with a long, low grunt of
animal satisfaction relaxed.
The Direktor, leering obscenely, told the boys that they had done a good
job and ordered them to withdraw and stand back. They responded
immediately. Ruth heard a wet, sucking sound as the glistening white pole
of Kurt came out of Beth's cunt and saw that the same bard instrument that
he had forced into her was still standing rigidly out from his body. The
Direktor sent Kurt and the other boy away with orders for them to shower
and return to the room within fifteen minutes. He then ordered two of the
nurses to unstrap the girl. Ruth sighed with relief for the poor girl,
then gasped with fright when she realized that she was to be next. But,
her time had not approached as yet. They were not quite through with the
voluptuous young girl quivering in fear before them.
Beth was turned over on the table, her feet were fitted back into the
stirrups, toes down, and the table was moved back so that the beautiful,
soft white mounds of her buttocks were jutted up toward the light that
glared overhead. The Direktor moved back to the end of the table and
motioned the two remaining boys to stand behind him and slightly to the
side. He ordered the nurse to the table and she came, carrying the black
cylinder of lubricant.
The Direktor moved around the table so that he was standing just at
Beth's hips. He reached over and spread her buttocks obscenely apart,
almost gently Ruth thought, and then the nurse shoved the cylinder into the
pink rubbery tissue of her tight, cringing little anus. Ruth heard a moan
from Beth and felt a pain of sympathy for her. She prayed fervently that
when her time came she would be spared such a horrible indignity.
When the nurse was finished the Direktor dug his large fingers into the
white flesh near the tight opening of Beth's rectum and ordered one of the
boys to approach. The boy dropped his underpants. Ruth gasped as his hard
prick jumped forth and stood out from his body. He moved forward. Without
hesitation he slammed the whole of his huge rod into Beth's helplessly
pulsating anus. "Ooooh ... ooooh ..." she screamed.
The Direktor motioned for the nurse to go away, since she had started to
the head of the table with her gauze again, and told the other boy to go up
there. He did. He tore away his restraining shorts and roughly lifted
Beth's head by taking a handful of short hair. Then, without mercy, he
shoved his long hardened prick into her tiny, ovalled mouth.
Ruth watched in horror, now, as the two boys shoved and battered into
the front and back of the helpless girl, one ramming into her soft, giving
buttocks, sinking his bard pole between her mounds of soft white flesh; the
other shoving relentlessly into her gaping mouth. Ruth saw the girl push
up with her hips to draw her rear away from the cock plowing into her
tight, clasping rectum and at the same time having the long, hard prick of
the other boy pushed into her throat so that her young body seemed to
convulse like a helpless rag doll between them.
Then, without warning, the room grew absolutely silent except for the
labored breathing of the two young Nazis and the muffled moaning of the
unfortunate Beth. Ruth heard above this unusual noise the slapping
together of the boy's muscled stomach and Beth's soft white buttocks of
quivering flesh as he drove relentlessly into her. Ruth looked in
disbelief at the wild, animalistic scene and saw the boy's hands cupped
around Beth's white flesh at the hips and realized that he was forcing her
helpless body back to meet his every plunge. The boy at the head of the
table had both hands on her head and was violently pulling it toward him as
he rocked ceaselessly into her mouth. From where Ruth sat she could see
the pale lips of Beth encircle the stone hard whiteness of the boy. She
shuddered and wondered if she would ever be able to undergo such a thing
and if she should be able to do so, what she would be like after.
Then, before she could continue her thoughts, with loud explosive
breathing and the noise of flesh slapping flesh, both boys shot their hot
semen into Beth's helplessly skewered body at just about the same time.
They then withdrew from her and from the room, their penises, still hard
and standing proud before them, proceeding them through the door. The
Direktor ordered the girl lifted from the table. That was done right away.
She was helped out of the room by one of the nurses, a large woman,
big-boned and big-breasted. The table was made ready again, the entire
surface of it was scrubbed down and the linen changed while Ruth sat and
watched and shivered in helpless anticipation of her own subjugation to
this horrible ordeal.
Being at the age of sixteen did not help Ruth one bit. She was too
young to imagine the actual act of sexual intercourse for the first time
for a young girl; she had little idea of the attendant pain. She had no
idea of the conception of the intensity of multiplied pain that went with
rape as it had been committed before her very eyes. There was just nothing
in her previous experience to give her the faintest hint. The shot of
sedative that had been given to each of the girls had not only made them
relax and accept the weir scene that they had just witnessed, but it also
dulled their senses for each of their own experiences, as it was supposed
to do.
Ruth watched the clean linen being placed just so on the movable table
and then the Direktor spoke to one of the nurses who headed in Ruth's
direction. Ruth drew back from the out-stretched hand of the nurse and was
slapped soundly for her discourtesy. The sound of the slap caused the
Direktor to turn and bellow at the nurse. "You are a sadist, Fraulein
Schmidt! Bring the girl here immediately!"
Chapter 1b
Fraulein Schmidt jerked Ruth to her feet and pushed her toward the
table. She dug her fingers cruelly into Ruth's arm and no amount of
tugging and pulling on Ruth's part would loosen her grip. Ruth found
herself standing at the end of the table and looking into the cold blue
eyes of the Herr Direktor. "And you, Jew girl, you do not give the nurses
here a hard time. You are very lucky to be here - to be permitted to have
a tryout of the comforting of the cream of the Nazis youth. If you are not
well behaved and courteous to a fault, we will find you some other place.
I can assure you, Jew, that this is the best of all possible places for
you. If you have another opinion, we will be inclined to let you put it to
the test. You understand that once and for all. Onto the table!"
Before Ruth could remove her robe it was roughly taken from her by
Fraulein Schmidt, whose eyes then traveled over the young nude body of Ruth
with apparent appreciation. She gently helped Ruth onto the table and just
as gently fitted her feet into the stirrups as Beth's had been. Ruth
momentarily felt silly, lying on her back, her feet hooked into the metal
cups and clamped around the heel to prevent her from moving them. Then her
arms were strapped alongside her. She almost panicked. She took a deep
breath and tried to relax as her father had taught her to do after any
frightening or sudden shock. She would have succeeded, perhaps, if the
table had not been put into motion and her legs shoved backwards so
forcefully that she felt she was being torn apart down there between her
loins.
She realized that she was lying as Beth had been, her secret most being
open and visible for all the eyes. She wanted to cry out her shame to the
world. She wanted to believe that it was all a nightmare that she would
soon awaken from, but her young soul would not permit her that luxury of
thought. Through her confused thinking she heard the Direktor's voice. He
was speaking to the same four boys who had rammed into the poor helpless
Beth. Ruth was surprised to know that they were there. She had not been
aware of their re-entering the room.
She felt the rough hands of the Herr Direktor on the soft lips of her
vagina and abruptly shame tore through her in waves all the way to the pit
of her stomach. She felt the rubber tip of the black cylinder being shoved
between her open thighs and she fainted, momentarily. She was strangely
revived by the same strange instrument being turned and twisted inside her.
She heard the Direktor's voice and listened to what he was saying.
"This is the first and only time that a girl needs the added lubricant
here, the only time she is a virgin," he laughed and was joined by the four
young men and the nurses with his crude joke. "And since we are humane, we
see that the girls are taken care of and treated well, for their good as
well as the good of the men. She is ready." He pronounced solemnly.
Ruth felt anything but 'ready'. A slight pain from the rubber-tipped
cylinder thudded dully through her body, from the soft downiness of her
blond pubic hair to the nipples of her firm young breasts. Her legs, long
and still muscled from her youth, ached her from being in such an unusual
position. Her slightly rounded stomach, the muscles standing taut and
defendingly forward, vibrated with shame and humiliation. Her mind was
dulled but racing, fear crowding upon her and receding, then racing back
through her whole being.
She was determined that no matter what happened to her she would not cry
out, would not give the filthy beasts something to belittle her for later.
She bit down on her tongue; that helped her to keep her stability, what
little was left of it, as well as to remind her that she would not cry out.
And in her mind she was still seeing the scene that had been enacted with
Beth. Strangely, it was not Ruth on the table but Beth with Ruth watching.
The image was so strong in Ruth's mind that when Kurt was called to the
end of the table, when he fitted the smooth, rubbery head of his large
prick between her soft little cuntal lips, she felt only the contact of his
flesh against hers and the slight increase in heat on the soft, waiting
flesh between her upraised thighs. She tried to move away, nonetheless,
but he only moved forward and shoved the hugeness of himself into her more
deeply, prying her apart cruelly and sending sharp painful signals to every
part of her young body. He did not persist and slam fully into her, but
waited for the instructions of the Direktor.
Ruth lay pinned to the table, the violation of her tight, virginal cunt
only begun, and felt the lips of the other two boys close wetly over her
breasts. Not in any way did she want to, nor had she ever guessed it
possible to enjoy such grossness, but suddenly she did. The wetness of
their mouths, the gentle sucking and nibbling at her nipples, sent small
ripples of forbidden pleasure through her. She could feel her breasts, the
whole of them, harden and change temperature. She knew that her nipples
were getting to be rock hard and wondered curiously at the sensation. She
forgot herself and almost relaxed, when Kurt was ordered to ram his cock
into her.
He did.
"Agh ... Agh ... Ooooh God!" Ruth screamed, her head flailing from side
to side.
She felt as though she were being split open and knew that she was going
to pass out, it was as though a rod of iron was being jabbed into her
middle. She bit down on her tongue. The flesh broke and she tasted the
sweetness of her own blood. She could feel her tight unused little pussy
trying vainly to reject the impossible hardness and heat that was being
forced into her; but she knew at the same time that it was impossible, that
it was there, that the searing pain and humiliation would forever be part
of her down there between her open legs. She prayed that the whole of it,
the rock hardness of it, would penetrate her fully and that the pain would
then lessen. It was not to be.
Before her young, soft cunt would accept, indeed could accept, that
which it would have with time grown to appreciate and accommodate, her
hymen deep inside her was torn apart and ripped beyond repair. The tearing
of the insides of her jolted her to the very bones. And then she fainted.
Kurt was having his own problems. He had been chosen by the Direktor
personally for his largeness of sex, a fact of which he had been proud of
to this very minute. He had been a member in the newly formed Hitler Youth
Corps and he had worked hard and done his best in all things that were
asked of him. It had been a joke for a long time with the other boys about
his over-endowment of manliness, so he supposed that that was why the
Direktor had heard about him in the first place. At any rate, he had
arrived at the camp one day, a cold day, and ten of the young men had been
summoned by the camp doctor to the examining room. They had been ordered
to undress and stand nude before the Direktor, a man none of them had met
before.
He had to appreciate the startled look on the Direktor's face when that
man had looked at Kurt's sex hanging limply down between his hard muscled
legs. Kurt had been embarrassed by the questions the Direktor had asked,
wanting to know about his ability to perform time and time again in short
periods of time. Kurt had lied, somewhat, for the first time in his life.
He had not bragged but instead had said that he was capable of less than he
knew himself to be. Since he had been the first to be questioned, he
supposed that he embarrassed or better yet challenged the other selected
boys, because they had all over-estimated their powers.
He felt a certain pride to know that he was to be the example of German
Manhood, that it was he who would pave the way for the weary soldiers who
would come to the various places of rest throughout the FATHERLAND and
enjoy the fruits of his labor. It had been somewhat of a shock to him to
realize that for every virgin he entered he would be watched - that he
would have a complete audience. He had feared that he would not be able to
get hard, but the fear had been groundless. Every time he walked into the
room and saw one of the girls on the table, her virginal young sex waiting
for his huge prick, he did get hard, no matter how short a time ago he had
done the very same thing. He knew that when he lost the ability he would
be returned to a unit and in all probability in disgrace. And he would be
sent to the Eastern front.
He had feared that the fact that the girls would be Jewish (they were
for the enlisted men) would turn him off completely from his teachings
against them, but it was not the case. Their sex was open to him and
unused and warm and tight and as heavenly to his senses as any others.
And, the girl on the table seemed different anyway. She looked completely
Aryan to him. He felt that the authorities had made a mistake with her.
She was completely blond, even the soft sparse pubic down between her legs
that now encircled his prick was blond, meaning to him that she was truly a
blond like a German. He realized that the pain the girls suffered when
their tight little cunts were used for the first time must be terrific, but
he had never thought to inflict such pain on one of his own kind. He felt
now that he was and that the girl speared on his hard prick was a German
girl.
And, the nurse, the one who had made several advances to him, Hilde
Schmidt, watched him all the time that he was performing his duty. He had
been absolutely forbidden to have any relations with the nurses but she
kept insisting in many ways, some openly and others not so openly, that he
was sure that there would be difficulty between the two of them in short
order. He didn't want to report her because the Direktor would just think
that he was bragging or being egotistical. He glanced at Hilde now and not
to his surprise saw that her eyes were glued to his long white penis half
buried between the young girl's legs. Her breath seemed to be coming so
labored that he imagined that he heard it above all the others in the room.
Kurt prayed that he would be able to stay hard inside the pretty girl,
tight up her little cunt, and that he would not be nervous and flub
anything about this particular operation. He moved further into her,
deeper into the heat of her and the pain for himself that was caused by her
tightness. He felt her respond: her eyes fluttered open and looked up at
him full in the face. At that moment, he too could have died in shame.
Ruth, even in her agony, guessed partly what Kurt was thinking. She saw
the embarrassment that he suffered and she did not wish to inflict more
upon him. She tried bravely to smile at him and he was grateful. He eased
gently into her and Ruth felt the depth of her cunt flower open almost
magically to receive him fully. She was surprised at the lack of pain, or
rather further pain, that the gentleness on his part saved her. She could
not move much, but she did against her will try to move away from him.
But, the Direktor was furious!
He jumped behind Kurt and shoved him forcefully on the backside causing
him to suddenly plunge all the way to the heart of Ruth! Waves of nausea
assaulted her, but she did not pass out again. She looked over the heads
of the boys who were still sucking forcefully at her hardened breasts and
tried with her eyes to let Kurt know that she understood. She braced
herself as best she could when she felt him withdrawing because she knew
that he would have to plunge back in forcefully to please the Direktor.
He did. He withdrew his large hardened prick, leaving only the huge,
pulsing head of it inside her pink cuntal lips, then tightened his leg
muscles and rammed back in, causing her to buck up toward him, cramming her
almost to the bursting point with his hot, hard pole of flesh.
Then without warning Ruth's head was yanked backwards and the forth boy
rammed his prick into her mouth, over her lips and her tongue and down deep
into her throat. She gagged from the unexpected intrusion and tried to
move away from the hot hardness that crowded her throat, but it was no use.
One of the nurses, one that she would later come to know as Hilde Schmidt,
held her head back firmly. She was forced to accept the hardness of him,
the pole hardness of him, deep into her throat.
Then before Ruth could adjust in any way to the four assaults on her
body, the Direktor was shouting at the boys and they each started his own
special ministrations upon her with force. Ruth was rammed into her throat
and jolted into her cunt by equal timed movements so that she thought the
two of them must be meeting somewhere in the middle of her, near the heart.
Her breasts were burning and even though she did not wish to, a sudden, not
unpleasant sensation rippled through her helplessly impaled body.
A weirdly pleasurable pain rocked her from both ends and the inward heat
of her that should have had time to build and ease forth from her in the
time honored way with all women was brought to a head quickly by the
increased rhythm of the four boys. Kurt plunged and plowed and rammed into
her. The other boy, at the head of the table, punched and jogged and
rocked into her throat with his rock bard prick. Ruth still had the
sensation of watching the same thing happening to Beth, so that now when
Kurt pounded into her soft forever stretched cunt, she could imagine seeing
his tight leg muscles and his small clenching buttocks tighten up with each
thrust. She looked for his face but could only see the lust contorted face
of the boy who was desperately fucking into her throat.
Suddenly both of them began to flail into her with whipping piston-like
motions, hammering deep against her very being. Then each of them,
together, gave one final bucking motion with all their hardness and
strength and spewed into her, burning her deep down in her rapidly
swallowing throat and high up into the warm contracting walls of her pussy
with their hot searing semen, scalding her very insides. After the
wildness of spewing inside her, Kurt crashed fully into her uplifted loins
and ground down, jolting and jogging with short, machine-gun like bursts,
almost bringing her to orgasm, then withdrawing before her own body fires
could completely flare up.
Ruth lay exhausted on the table, her eyes closed, and cringed in her
shame and humiliation. She felt the straps being loosened around her
ankles and then the freeing of her arms. She was ordered off the table,
then back onto it on her stomach. Once again her feet were inserted into
the metal stirrups, toes down, and her arms were secured tightly to the
table. The nurse Hilde roughly wiped the trickling sperm from her mouth
with a tissue, then she felt the Direktor's rough hands on the soft white
mounds of gently trembling buttocks. They obscenely spread her apart and
he slowly wormed a finger into the tight rubbery tissue of her small
puckered anus, causing her to scream out unexpectedly with sudden surprise.
"That is good that she resists at first," the Direktor grinned in
obvious enjoyment. "We must be careful not to give the same injection of
drug to each girl. This one is part German - according to her records only
her father was Jewish - so she had no need for as much drug as the girls
who do not have the strength of the German blood."
He paused and made a small comment to one of the nurses who hurried out
of the room, then continued, his fingers now stretching wider and wider the
small nether ring of Ruth's tightly clenched rectum. "This also is a
source of pleasure for many women. When a girl is having her period, when
it is that time of the month, some men prefer this type of fun. You must
remember that the girls are not to be fed twenty-four hours prior to any
appointment that has been arranged for them. Never. Now," he continued
digging almost clinically at Ruth's soft flesh, "We put lubricant on the
first girl. This one needs only half as much. She will provide twice as
much enjoyment for the soldier she is lucky enough to have. We will get on
with it. Where are the boys?"
Ruth was aware of the boy's re-entrance. She knew it was Kurt who was
standing at the head of the table and she could only guess who would be at
the end of it, his penis hard and poised to enter her backside. She felt
shame and remorse that her soft, white little ass should be waving in front
of every face in the room. She felt the large head of a hard cock against
her rubbery flesh and then plunging into her.
"Aaag-God!" she screamed, unable to help herself.
Ruth did not know whether or not she had passed out or simply blotted
out all the nerve signals to her brain. The next thing she realized was
that her uselessly resisting little rectum seemed to be on fire and that
her throat was crammed full to the hilt with Kurt's hardened pole of flesh.
She thought that she was unable to breath, but her senses told her that she
couldn't be since she was thinking. She felt the hard rough hands of the
boy who was plowing into her widely stretched anal passage grip her legs
and she guessed rightly that the worst was over, that he was bucking into
her with all his force and that with his final crashing into her and the
fleshy slapping of his stomach against the soft quivering mounds of her
buttocks, meant that he was spewing his hot sperm far up into her forever
stretched rectum.
The increased and steady pounding into her throat by Kurt was suddenly
gaining force too, until he rocked and hurtled himself deep down into her
and the force of his coming burned deep down. Then he slammed finally into
her and pressed her head flat against himself and crammed on into her until
she was mercifully saved by herself. She lost consciousness.
A seeming eternity later, Ruth could feel herself being lifted from the
table and guided out of the white room. She could not steady her vision
nor clear her head. The floor of the corridor seemed to be constructed in
rolling waves and she had a hard time staying on her feet. Then, suddenly
she was flung down onto the hard planking that she had been sleeping on and
her whole being broke into a plaintive sob. The pain that she should have
felt while the assault was being committed on her body came to her now in
rocking wallops and she clutched her arms about her bruised body and let
herself cry.
"Here, here, child," Frau Moelar said, laying her large hands on Ruth's
arms. "It's not all that bad, poor child. Let me help you." She wiped
Ruth's forehead with a damp cloth and then gently cleaned her face and her
breasts. She leaned the hugeness of herself over the convulsing form and
kissed the pink nipples of Ruth's young trembling breasts. Ruth did not
notice what was being done to her. Her body was dead to all feeling. She
lay and sobbed and Frau Moelar took that as an invitation and kissed the
almost child breasts into erection, then moved her head down to the soft
white rounded stomach of the sobbing girl and kissed and bit gently at the
smooth pliant flesh.
It was sometime before Ruth realized what was being done to her, but in
her agony she could do nothing about it. She felt the burning lips of the
huge woman on her breast and was even grateful for the change of the
feminine touch of her. She relaxed and let herself be cared for, dreaming
of the time not too long past when her own mother had touched her breast
buds in wonder and told her that she was going to be a fine young lady.
She felt the hot burning lips of Frau Moelar on her stomach, then the
tentative biting and her middle rose up to meet the warm mouth and tongue
of her.
"Oooh ... oh ... Ooooh," Ruth moaned in her half conscious pleasure.
Frau Moelar was smothering herself in the beauty and warmth of the
abused girl. She sucked and kissed at the soft flesh of her and moved her
mouth to the slowly squirming mound that was covered by the sparse blonde
pubic hair and pressed into its softness with her teeth; gently she licked
and enjoyed the heat of the young girls sperm moistened cunt on her face.
She gently moved the girl's legs apart and kissed the pink lips of her soft
vagina and eased her tongue into the narrow opening there and felt the
faintest tremor of response.
Frau Moelar needed no further encouragement. She used her large hands
to open the soft thighs of the now softly whimpering girl and then placed
her thumbs on the quivering lips of her tight little cunt and spread them
open. She slid her tongue inside ever so gently and then forced it further
until all of its teasing wetness was tight inside the walls of Ruth's now
heated vagina.
"Ah ... Aaah," Ruth moaned.
She ran her tongue in and out gently, moving the small hard clitoris
back and forth with each movement of her tongue. She felt the girl bucking
up gently to meet her probing muscle. She withdrew her tongue and opened
the lips more fully apart and breathed heavily into the delicious opening
between the wide spread legs. She snaked her tongue back in and nibbled at
the bridge of flesh that separated the two openings, then lifted the full
soft hips of the girl and probed into the rosebud rectum that already
stretched by her earlier ravishment, opened to her tongue like a budding
flower.
Frau Moelar's breath was labored and the sound of her breathing filled
the small cell that Ruth was in. Ruth felt the muscled tongue enter her
tight, bruised cunt and she moaned with pleasure. She had had a moments
doubt when the Frau had probed her rectum, but the sensation had been
pleasurable. She relaxed and accepted the sucking and soft poking into her
cunt and slowly her pain lessened and she wanted all of the soft, hard sure
muscle inside her.
Every time that Frau Moelar moved Ruth's clitoris with her tongue or her
teeth, Ruth's hips involuntarily bucked up to meet the raging fire it
caused in her. She felt her own need growing deep inside her, filling the
hollow that had been left by the jabbing into her of the hardened prick of
the young superman, Kurt. Without warning a fire burned inside her, then
erupted and broke and spilled over her and she came in pleasurable waves of
relief, her own fluid oozing out from the depth of her young, quivering
belly and warming her bruised insides. She gave one final heave and
shuddered against the strong face of Frau Moelar and then sank back upon
the planking, falling asleep immediately.
Ruth, without her knowing it, had now become a woman of the Reich for
the soldiers who would return to the Fatherland for rest and recuperation.
Chapter 2
Ruth had seven long days almost to herself. She was moved from the
sterile cell to a small one room cottage which she was to share with
another girl, Elizabeth, as long as she was to remain in Vienna. Her torn
flesh and bruised spirits healed miraculously within three days. She was
made to attend classes of hygiene and race evaluations taught contempt for
herself and for all of Jewish blood but failed completely to learn the
lesson thoroughly) which was given by the nurse Hilde Schmidt.
Ruth was learning not to talk, except to her room mate, Elizabeth, a
girl whose circumstances were closely parallel to her own. She, too, had
been attending a school outside of the Fatherland, in England, and had
received the same mysterious telegram that Ruth had received. They both
agreed that their parents had not sent the message and that probably both
of their parents had been arrested before the wire was sent. They cried a
great deal in each others arms and told foolish and girlish things about
their respective schools. Even though their bodies had grown into bloom
within a short time, their thinking was still on the girlish level.
Ruth and Elizabeth had agreed on a number of things. They dimly foresaw
the danger that would be coming their way when they would be old women at
the age of sixteen or seventeen, so they promised to help each other in any
way that they could. They still had a romantic view of life and each of
them had given up their virginity to the handsome (now that he no longer
was a threat to them or rather a source of pain) Kurt. They glimpsed him
occasionally as he exercised in the compound. The giggled and talked of
him, not as the cruel German, but surprisingly as the boy of their dreams.
Ruth was the first to see the irony of this, but she did not share her
knowledge with Elizabeth because she could not safely put her thoughts into
words. And since she was not completely out of the world of fantasy, she
almost convinced herself that she and Kurt were in love and that her sexual
experience with him had been only a temporary straying from the normal path
of romantic love.
Elizabeth was almost the opposite from Ruth. She had soft brown hair,
light green eyes, and a darker complexion than did Ruth. She was also
taller and better built, her young breasts jutting smartly from her body
and soaring up at the end with large sensuous nipples. Her legs were long
and good and well shaped, but she was heavier in the thighs than Ruth was.
She had a good engaging smile, which she could flash quickly and genuinely
and she was never to betray Ruth's trust in her.
Strangely enough, the girls first wavering of friendship came about over
Kurt. Even though it did not last long, it threw them more closely
together and made them truer friends. It came about because of Ruth.
Since she was allowed to use the compound for exercise - indeed since
the girls were forced to use it for that purpose - Ruth came to like it,
even though it was cold every morning at six o'clock. She began to take
walks around it, always going in the same way, that is counterclockwise to
the way the men ran or walked. She began to time her walks so that she
would see Kurt. She knew that he saw her, that he was aware of her walking
in the compound, but he gave no sign of it.
What Ruth didn't know and what Kurt could have told her had he had the
chance was that he could have cared less the first week that she was in the
compound whether she was there or not. He was called upon five times a day
to perform the ritual task of breaking in a young virgin girl and at the
end of the day his sexual powers were pretty well used up. Her saw her, of
course, but he had been cautioned not to go near the girls who were there
in the compound or to enter their cottages. He need not have been
discouraged. His first three weeks there were taking their toll of his
flesh and each day he felt that he was losing whatever the magic was that
he had arrived there with.
At first it had been fun to Kurt, something like a small boy being given
the run of a candy store. But performing like a stud bull every day seemed
to be taking the edge off the whole show. And, the fear that ached in the
back of his mind concerned the fighting in Russia. That, he did not care
for. Other boys there might dream of the soft little cunts they were
allowed to enter, of the velvet folds of them tightly around their
lust-hardened rods, but not Kurt. His dreams were more like nightmares.
He dreamt often of himself in the frozen north, his rifle slick to the
touch from ice, with hordes of wild Russians attacking and killing him in
every imaginable way. No, Kurt did not dream of girls. He was determined
to outlive the war and, by any means at his disposal, to survive. He had
landed into a cushiony job and he meant to hold onto it. But, strangely,
he did like the girl Ruth and he knew that she was watching him, that she
was wanting him. It never occurred to him that the horrible sadistic nurse
Hilde would be the instrument that thrust them together.
Kurt well knew that nurse Hilde was after his young, well conditioned
body. He had often noticed her looking at his hardened penis in the
gleaming white operation room. He also knew the rules for the nurses: they
were never to encourage any of the young boys to any task other than what
the Direktor chose for them. She had purposely brushed against him in the
corridors, had gone so far as to playfully grab for his hardened prick once
in the operation room when the Direktor was not looking. He felt that she,
too, watched him when he exercised in the compound even though the nurses'
quarters were on the far side from his own. He had no idea that she was
busy talking, trying to get him taken off the list of performers for a week
or so. Hilde did want him and she wanted him at full steam when she
managed to corner him.
Hilde had let a few careful hints drop about her observation of Kurt's
lagging or sagging ability. She let it be known generally that he did not
seem to be as eager as he had once been, that his work was no longer a joy
to watch. She was always quick to add that a week away from his work would
restore him beautifully to the tasks ahead of him; and that a week free
would build up his energy to the glory of the Fatherland.
It worked. The carefully placed hints came back to the Direktor and he
began noticing Kurt, encouraging him to more violent movements and more
exercise until the boy was getting a mental block about his own powers.
Then, as though the idea had just occurred to the Direktor, he ordered that
Kurt was to be free of all duties for a period of five days, beginning the
following day, in preparation for a new shipment of one hundred girls that
would be arriving in less than two weeks.
Except for the worry that Kurt went through until he traced the source
of the talk back to Hilde, he did rest. He worked and exercised in the
compound every day, for hours, and went to bed early and ate well. On the
third day he felt as if he could detect his own energy building because he
did not fall asleep as suddenly as he hit the bed, which had previously
been his custom.
He decided to take a walk in the compound and tire himself a bit. He
had just stepped out the door when he saw the white uniform of a nurse
approaching at a rapid pace. He guessed rightly that it was the nurse
Hilde. He ducked around the corner of his own cottage and stood stock
still and listened to her knocking gently on the door. Since there was no
one inside to answer her knock, she called his name softly. Kurt was
furious. Not only was the stupid bitch breaking all the rules after having
doubt thrown upon his general abilities, but she was running the grave risk
of having him shipped East. He could have killed her. He decided that it
would be best that if she were caught that he be no where in sight. He
took off, jogging easily, in the direction of the detention cottages. It
did not occur to him until he was there that those, too, were off limits.
He threw himself to the ground as soon as he remembered. He was shaking
with fear.
Ruth had heard the fast running footfalls of Kurt without knowing that
he made them. She was restless and was unable to sleep and did not care to
listen to Elizabeth any longer. She had politely excused herself and
stepped outside the door just to get a breath of fresh air and it was there
that the soft sound was carried to her ears. She looked expectantly about
and saw the blond head of hair just at the comer of the building. She
stepped off the small porch and went to the comer. She was more than
surprised to see Kurt. She was also a little frightened.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded, forgetting herself and speaking
to a German as though she were his equal, something she had been warned
about in class.
"Help me, please. I've got to hide," Kurt said, his breath coming in
short gasps.
"From what?" Ruth demanded, her mind confused and her thoughts
self-protective and fearful.
"Nurse Hilde. She came to my quarters. Please, I can't get caught. Go
back and open your door and I'll sneak inside. Hurry" He whispered, trying
to look up at her from his prone position.
Ruth liked intrigue and she liked the thought that he had come to see
her, no matter what excuse he had used. She padded softly back to the
cottage and opened the door and stepped through, then touched her fingers
to her lips to warn Beth to be quiet. She held the door ajar and a moment
later Kurt slipped through. Elizabeth covered her own mouth with her soft
hand to keep from crying out.
Ruth closed the door and leaned her back against it. She was trembling
all over. In the last ten minutes, she had broken every rule that had been
laid down to her and now she was more frightened than she had ever been in
her life. She gripped the door handle to keep from shivering and tried to
speak in a steady voice: "You can't stay here - we might be caught."
"Just for a couple of minutes, then I'll be on my way. Please," he
said, smiling through his chattering teeth.
Neither of the girls could resist. Elizabeth was already in bed. She
clutched the covers about her, tightly, and said, "Of course he has to stay
here, Ruth," and smiled at the trembling boy. Ruth made a helpless gesture
with her hand and crossed the room to the bed. She sat down on the edge of
it and looked closely at Kurt. She thought he must be the most handsome
boy she had ever seen. He was well muscled, his brow was wide and smooth,
his eyes blue, and his sex she already knew about. She knew that Elizabeth
was thinking the same thing.
"Let's get into bed then, and turn out the lights. They're supposed to
be out anyway," Ruth informed the two of them as she flipped off the light
switch. She crossed to the bed without bumping into anything and took
Kurt's hand and directed him onto the bed. Her own hand felt hot to her.
The three of them lay in bed, whispering, Kurt in the middle. "You hurt
me," Ruth accused him, then was immediately sorry that she had said what
she did, remembering his eyes begging her forgiveness as he had plunged
into her.
"I'm sorry, really I am. You're Ruth and you're ..."
"Elizabeth," she supplied for him.
"I have to do my job, though. The Direktor is always there and unless
we do it ourselves, he will hurt you more by pushing us. You know?" He
asked, his voice pleading for forgiveness. "And if I don't do what my duty
is here, they will put me in the ranks and ship me to the Eastern front.
I'll die there. They'll kill me," Kurt could not keep from sobbing, even
though he tried not to.
His small sob tore at both girl's hearts at the same time. Their small
soft hands met on his chest and each of them rubbed and tried to soothe
away his fears, forgetting their own for a little while.
"How old are you, Kurt?" Ruth asked softly into the darkness.
"Nineteen," he answered, suffused in the gentleness of the two of them.
"Do you know what's going to happen to us, Kurt?" Elizabeth asked in a
dreamy voice.
"You've only been here a week all together right? Well, in a couple of
days they'll send you to a rest camp for soldiers or else bring them here
and ... well, you'll just receive them, that's all. It won't be bad.
It'll be worse for me in the cold of Russia, freezing and starving and ..."
he began to shiver.
Ruth told Elizabeth to remove her own robe and she did likewise. Then
she and Elizabeth took Kurt's clothes from him, he unresisting, and the two
of them moved under him so that he was lying atop the both of them. They
rubbed his back and shoulders and his neck. His heavy legs rested one each
between each of the girl's. He began to relax under their gentle massaging
and then he stopped shivering and fondly kissed the two of them on the
lips, first Ruth and then Elizabeth.
Ruth received his kiss willingly. It was like fire to her. She had
built him up in her mind so that he was the only male that was left to her,
even in imagination, to say nothing of his being there in the flesh. He
was at least half her possession. She kissed him back fiercely and felt
him thrust his tongue into her mouth. She took it gladly and sucked it
deep into her throat.
Kurt remembered his manners and withdrew his mouth from Ruth's and
clamped it onto Elizabeth's. Ruth was furious. She moved her hand under
his stomach and grabbed his penis and dug her fingernails into it. Kurt
cried out in alarm and raised his head abruptly from Elizabeth's mouth and
with a playful growl bit into Ruth's pert soft breast. Then she cried out.
He did the same thing to Elizabeth and then the three of them laughed.
Ruth ordered him to turn over on his back. He did so, eagerly, and she
kissed him soundly on the month, playing her tongue between his soft, wet
lips and on into his mouth. He bit at it tenderly and teasingly, and moved
her away from him and said to the two of them: "I'm really as new at this
as you are, but let's try to have a good time without the Direktor to
bother us." They both agreed to his suggestion. With his hands, he
directed Elizabeth's mouth down to his hardening cock and sighed with
mewing sounds when her warm soft lips closed over the smooth, rubbery head
of his prick. He moved Ruth with his hands until her soft white buttocks
were just above his face, he parted the sparse young pubic hair with his
thumbs then he sunk his tongue into the soft pink folds of her cuntal lips.
Ruth loved the sensation. His tongue probed as deeply into her as it
could, playing with her clitoris, causing the heat of passion to build
rapidly and firmly within her young body. She clasped his head with her
hands and pulled his face flat against her suddenly throbbing vagina and he
shoved in with all his strength as she sucked his tongue deep within her
with the walls of her vagina. But she wanted more to do. She had so much
unused energy inside that had all been started building up by Kurt that she
could not simply ride high on his face and give succor to his hot searching
mouth and tongue. His nibbling and biting at the lips of her cunt were
driving her crazy. She made Elizabeth turn about so that his buttocks were
facing her mouth and she did the same. She wrapped her arms around the
soft inner thighs of Elizabeth and pulled her hips upwards. Ruth then
worked her tongue into the soft hot folds of Elizabeth's tight, now
moistened cunt. Kurt was in seventh heaven. He had never known anything
about a girl except for standing at the end of a table and ramming into her
with his hard prick. He found this delightful. He could feel the softness
of Elizabeth's lips and the moisture of her mouth travel the length of his
prick, then start the reverse procedure and finally a hard, sensuous
sucking on the warm throbbing head of his hardness. And his own tongue
seemed to be probing the depths of soft clouds. He rammed his muscled
tongue into the tight opening, took the hanging clitoris with his teeth,
and Ruth shoved down upon him with all her might. He moved his tongue in
and out of her and appreciated the increased grinding of her soft, smooth
buttocks down on his face, so he increased his motions.
He knew that she was getting ready to explode around his tongue, to spew
her warmth into his waiting and searching mouth. He was right. Ruth was
suddenly at a pace she remembered Frau Moelar bringing her to and spreading
her thighs as wide as she could, she pressed herself onto Kurt. She dug
her teeth into the lips of Elizabeth's soft, squirming cunt and rammed her
tongue in full force. Suddenly they were all together, all exploding into
each other, their fires brimming outward and over their own beings onto
each other.
Ruth fell off Kurt, exhausted, and lay alongside him. Elizabeth lay on
the other side of him and sighed with pleasure spent. The three were
content with themselves and their own ingenuity.
But, without warning, their desires washed over them anew and Ruth
suddenly found herself under Kurt's wonderful muscular body and her tight
clinging pussy was trying desperately to accommodate the thick hardness of
him. It was painful to her at first, then it began to travel deep into her
and the walls of her cunt accepted it fully and sucked it deep down to the
bottom depths of her belly. She felt the slow withdrawal, so unlike the
time it had been in her before on the operating table, and she rose up in
fear that it would escape completely and sucked it back into her and tried
by force to keep the wonderful instrument of pleasure deep inside her.
But, it was not to be. Kurt eased his pulsating prick into her tight
little vagina and pushed down gently and then withdrew it and felt her
clasping with all the inner muscles of her soft clinging pussy, then he
started back in and eased it slowly in half-way, permitting her to suck him
into her again, then impatiently abandoned that idea and rammed his
hardness all the way into her.
Kurt felt the soft hands of Elizabeth on his legs and then his balls as
he fucked away at Ruth. He reached behind him with his hand and gently
pushed her head back to his buttocks and she tentatively kissed his back,
soft sucking kisses, then nibbled at his thighs and then her mouth sought
his rectum and he felt her hot tongue probe into him, gently yet forcefully
opening the tight rubbery tissue until it was there. "Ah ... aaah," he
groaned. He let a low moan of pure joy escape his lips, then jammed and
rocked hard down into Ruth's hungry, throbbing cunt. She bit at his neck
and his shoulders and her soft hands pulled his mouth to hers.
Kurt exploded deep within her and was proud that he had caused her to
cum at the same time. Then he lay exhausted on top of her, his hard prick
still held firmly within her tight little cunt, and enjoyed the probing of
his rectum by Elizabeth's tongue.
Kurt felt as though he could remain here, just as he was forever. But
such was not to be the case. He was preparing himself to withdraw from
Ruth and give Elizabeth her share of him when he heard a strange noise. So
did the girls. They were all alert at once, listening intensely to the
wailing sirens, ones they had never heard before. They bounded out of bed
and the three of them raced to the window. Lights were sweeping the
compound. They clutched at each other in the terror of knowing that the
lights were for Kurt.
He dressed with trembling hands, three sets of them, and slipped out of
the door. He turned the comer of their cottage and disappeared from their
sight.
Kurt was caught that night and the following morning he was shipped out
to a staging station from which he departed to the Eastern Front.
Ruth and Elizabeth spent the remainder of the night clutched in each
others arms, terror raping their minds as violently as their young bodies
had been raped shortly after their arrival. They cried themselves to sleep
and the following morning each of them refused to speak what was on their
minds. They simply looked at each other knowing that Kurt had been caught
and that he was gone forever. He had been, for each girl, her only hope of
some kind of spiritual salvation from the horrors they knew were certain to
come.
Chapter 3
Nurse Hilde was strongly suspicious of where her shy young friend had
hidden himself until the time of his capture, but she was unable to prove
her suspected knowledge. She was called into the office of the Direktor
and demoted on the spot for having been in a forbidden area. She was also
assigned another undesirable task: she was to accompany a group of the
girls to the border of Hungary and there to oversee the "Hygienic
Recreation" of the returning troops. She made sure that Ruth's and
Elizabeth's names were on the order list. She had vengeful plans of her
own for those two.
Ruth looked at herself in the mirror in the cottage and then called
Elizabeth's attention to the fact that she was looking years older than her
sixteen years would indicate, then turned in startled surprise and informed
the crying girl that she was to be seventeen the following day. That
cheered Elizabeth somewhat until she remembered where she was and that a
party of any type was out of the question. As a matter of fact, not only
Ruth looked much older than her years would indicate but fair Elizabeth
seemed to be aging at a rapid pace. Her heretofore smooth and wide brow
was becoming somewhat furrowed with the beginning of worry lines.
Ruth looked closely at the crying girl and said, "Elizabeth, we have to
survive this mess. If you cry all the time - my mother told me there was
nothing worse for the face - you're going to look thirty next year."
Elizabeth howled in indignant anger and sadness and Ruth went to her and
put her soft white hands on the girl's large breasts and spoke gently to
her. She leaned over and kissed her softly on her fine pink lips and ran
her hands over the girl's smooth skin. She pressed her lips more firmly
into Elizabeth's and started to move them apart with her tongue when a
noise split the air and caused both girls to freeze in position. It was
the general call to formation on the compound.
They dressed hurriedly and washed their faces and ran for their assigned
positions. It was colder than imaginable to both of the girls but they
stood straight and tall and answered to the calling of the roll and the
checking of names and the cross checking of dates of arrival. Ruth
watched. The Nurse Hilde standing in front of the whole formation with a
sheaf of papers in her hand looking important and sad at the same time. It
came as no surprise to Ruth when the Direktor announced over the loud
speaker that several "of the luckier girls" were to leave within the hour
for a rest area. He also said, in a cold and formal way, that Nurse Hilde
was to be in charge and that she would read a list of the girls selected to
go.
Nurse Hilde stepped forward and read from her list, her voice filled
with remorse and hate. Ruth's and Elizabeth's names were fourth and fifth
on the list. Ruth took the girl's hand into her own, another forbidden
show of affection, and tried to calm the poor girl's shaking. They were
dismissed shortly and then returned to their cottage where they packed
their meager belongings.
Ruth looked around the small room and knew that she was not the "lucky
girl" that the Direktor had indicated. She felt reasonably sure that she
would never see the place again. Yet there was a part of her mind that
told her that she should be glad to be leaving. She reasoned that wherever
she went she would be better off than where she was, that a journey - even
into the unknown - was, after all a journey and she had always liked
travel. Her young mind could give her warnings about many things but her
experience, limited as it was, could never fill in any of the details.
Ruth cast one last glance around the cottage then took Elizabeth's hand
and led her out the door. Ruth noticed that the girl seemed to be sleep
walking. Ruth was troubled that she should have to be near mother to a
girl who was her own age. But she sighed and accepted her task and spoke
cheerfully to Elizabeth. "Come on, Liz. Cheer up. You like to travel.
At least we'll be away from this place for awhile. Let's run."
Ruth did not wait for an answer from her but jogged ahead and Elizabeth
fell in alongside her. By the time they reached the canvas covered truck
that was waiting for them, they were both in a much better mood. Nurse
Hilde stood alongside the truck with her sheaf of papers. She tightened up
as soon as she saw the two of them and barked harshly at Ruth. "Get over
here!" She commanded.
Ruth tightened her grip on Elizabeth's hand and dragged her over to
where Nurse Hilde was standing. The big woman looked about her urgently,
then, since she saw no one else within ear shot, said in a hissing voice,
"I want you two Jewish bitches to know that I know where Kurt was the other
night. You'll pay for that."
Ruth could have killed Elizabeth because she howled immediately,
confirming the worst suspicions of Nurse Hilde. Ruth returned the woman's
cold stare, dug her fingernails into Elizabeth's palm and spoke as calmly
as possible. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I've heard
something about that episode and we know nothing about any Kurt. Nothing."
Nurse Hilde smiled crookedly at Ruth and replied, "Oh no? That's a
stupid thing to say, little bitch, since he was the one to fuck the hell
out of you in the operating room,"
Ruth's face reddened at the crude language of the harsh looking woman,
but she had to partly convince her that there was a possibility of her
being mistaken. Ruth wanted to lighten her own punishment that she was
well aware that the woman was capable of dishing out. She tried to steady
her trembling legs and her voice and looked directly into the woman's eyes
and said, "I heard no names mentioned. I hardly think that I would have,
under the circumstances, remembered them if I had. The same can be said of
Elizabeth."
"Get your ass in the truck and I better not hear one word from you
again," Nurse Hilde screamed, seeming to loose all control.
Ruth turned from her with all the dignity she could muster, her head
held high, and climbed into the truck, pulling Elizabeth after her. She
sat forward on the wooden bench, as close to the cab as possible, because
she realized with a start that it was to be a cold journey. She was cold
already and the truck wasn't even moving. She directed Elizabeth to sit
alongside her and put her arm around the quaking girl. "Get hold of
yourself, Elizabeth. She can't do anything to hurt us," she said
defiantly, wanting to believe the lie she was uttering to Elizabeth.
The journey was a bone jarring experience. Nurse Hilde sat in the front
with the driver and Ruth could have sworn that every time she chanced to
peek through the glass at the back of the cab, Nurse Hilde was playing with
the driver's prick. Something certainly was causing him to drive like a
lunatic. The truck swayed from one side to the other and seemed to hit
every bump in the road. And it was cold. The icy wind whipped up Ruth's
skirt at a furious pace and froze her thighs. She huddled close to
Elizabeth throughout the first six hours of the exhausting journey, hugging
the girl to her for warmth.
When the truck finally stopped to permit the girls to relieve
themselves, Ruth could hardly stand up, her legs ached all the way to her
groin. She was struck by the apparent loss of energy of the other
twenty-three girls. They moved dejectedly out of the truck close by the
head of Nurse Hilde, who shouted obscenities and jests at them as they
disembarked. Ruth was the last one off the truck. The nurse took her arm
and pulled her aside, then twisted her arm brutally until Ruth turned to
face her. "How was the ride, Bitch?" she asked with a wicked smile on her
ugly face.
Ruth felt like screaming. Her exhaustion was complete and her bladder
hurt terribly. The continuous pounding that she had taken from the ride
had irritated her kidneys and the coldness had deadened her nerves. She
tried ineffectually to pull away from the horrid woman but it was no use.
She stood as she was, Nurse Hilde's fingers biting into her flesh. "Screw
you, Nurse," Ruth told her, hardly raising her voice.
Nurse Hilde had a fit. She flew at the defenseless Ruth with all her
pent up fury and her voice broke forth in a cry of hate that filled the
entire countryside. Ruth fell to the ground with the heavy woman on top of
her, her hands over her face to prevent the beastly woman from ruining her
looks with her nails; but she made not one sound. She saw a movement from
Elizabeth and one from the driver of the truck. There was a wild scuffle
and then the Nurse was abruptly pulled off her. The driver of the track
held the nurse without effort and laughed through his broken teeth. He
spoke in what Ruth immediately recognized as a north German accent. "Got
myself a load of vixen, I have," he said and his eyes narrowed and zeroed
in on Ruth's body.
Nurse Hilde saw the look he gave Ruth. "You wanna fuck her?" she asked.
"Ya, I would," he answered, grinning evilly and looking at her through
slitted eyes.
"Even better than that, how about her little friend, here? That one can
watch," Nurse Hilde snarled, indicating first Elizabeth then Ruth with a
sweep of her arm.
The burly truck driver turned his attention on the frightened Elizabeth
and nodded his head affirmatively as he leered at her. Elizabeth clasped
her hand to her mouth and cried out in alarm. She tried to move away from
the group but he reached out and pulled her to him and cupped his large
hairy hand over one of her breasts. Elizabeth screamed.
Ruth turned to the Nurse and spoke in a trembling voice. "I know that
you are supposed to get us there just as we left the Farm. I'll report you
when we arrive," Ruth said, doubting her own words as she said them.
Nurse Hilde slapped her soundly on the side of the head, causing her
ears to start ringing immediately. "Slut!" she screamed at Ruth. "You'll
do little reporting, you'll see." She turned abruptly to the large driver
of the truck and spat out her words at him, "Take her over there. We'll
all watch. We'll see what kind of man you are." She giggled a silly laugh
and then turned and pushed Ruth ahead of her to the soft meadow she had
indicated to the driver.
Ruth thought she was going to be sick. She had not managed to relieve
herself and the emotional explosion had left her more exhausted than she
had been when the truck stopped. She searched for something to say to stop
the cruelness that was bound to occur, but her mind was like a blank sheet
of paper. She was too tired to say or do anything. She moved ahead of the
nurse and stopped where Nurse indicated she was to stop.
The truck driver dragged Elizabeth into the small grassy knoll where the
girls were grouping themselves and slung her down on the grass. Nurse
Hilde stood alongside Ruth with her arms folded and a sick grin on her ugly
face. Ruth thought that if she could possibly summon the energy from
somewhere she would kill the woman. She soon forgot about her, however,
and watched the horror that was taking place before her.
The driver had ripped all the clothes off poor Elizabeth. She lay on
the green grass, her white skin trembling, her small hands covering her
overly large breasts. Her legs were crossed one over the other. She tried
to cover her humiliation from the rest of them. Tears streamed down her
face making rivers of water over her rosy cheeks. Ruth was tempted to go
to her and cover her nudeness with her own body, but she didn't dare.
The truck driver dropped his trousers and his underpants and turned to
face all of the startled girls. His prick was like that of a horse. It
reared out from under his large stomach and stood straight away from his
body. Ruth had never imagined that anything could be so large. She looked
at it and gasped. It seemed to throb before their eyes. He leered at them
and said, "You'll all learn to appreciate a good German prick, ya," then
turned back to the cringing Elizabeth and dropped down between her legs.
Ruth felt like screaming. She watched, horrified, as the large man
moved Elizabeth's long white legs apart and pushed them back over her body.
He lifted his hips and thrust his heavy muscular buttocks into view, its
dark crack giving way the wrinkled sack of mammoth balls, and pushed his
lust-hardened cock up against the small hair-lined opening between her
uplifted thighs. Ruth saw that her little soft cuntal lips were quivering
in fear and seeming to draw themselves back into her insides, it was no
use, however. He gave one thrust and Ruth could bear the wet, sluicing
noise as his large cock head moved into the softness between the open legs
of the poor girl.
"Aaagh ..." Elizabeth screamed. Ruth prayed that she had become
unconscious. She remained quiet and the burly man shoved into her with all
his strength, yet only half of his large horse prick was in the pinkness of
the girl. Ruth turned her head away because she felt close to vomiting,
but the Nurse grabbed her by the hair and made her turn around and watch.
She saw Elizabeth kick her legs up in the air as she tried to eject the
huge pole of flesh from her, but she only gave him greater access to her.
He rammed in, fully, and Ruth saw the soft white legs shiver in mid-air
then relax. She was sure now, that Elizabeth had fainted.
The huge man left his prick fully in her and moved his large hands down
her smooth whiteness and cupped her soft buttocks, clasping them one in
each hand. He withdrew slowly, his long hard pole glistening with the
moisture from Elizabeth, and then clutched her orbs with fierce pressure
and pulled her hips to him as he thrust in again. He bore down harshly
with all his strength, pushing the total bigness of himself into the tight
cunt of the girl. Ruth saw on his outward pull that Elizabeth's little
soft pink cuntal flanges moved along the rock hard pole and she moaned in
sympathy for her suffering friend.
The huge driver thrust his pole brutally into the girl again and again,
slowly, then he quickened his pace and squeezed and yanked at her white
quivering buttocks, pulling her forward every time he thrust in, driving
deep down into her.
Ruth heard the poor girl cry plaintively, "Aaaaghh," almost unheeded by
the rest of them. She saw her white soft inner thighs tremble as the man
rammed his huge pole into her sadistically, hard and deep. He slammed into
her tight little cunt with frantic abandon and his breath became one long
continuous groan. Nurse Hilde moved to them and around them then grabbed
the poor girl's feet and pulled them back over her head.
The driver grunted his appreciation, then reared himself back fully so
that his large horse cock was just inside the pink folds of her upturned
pussy then thrust back in full tilt, ramming and grinding down in the
middle of her helpless scream.
He then began a hammering and knocking and buffeting into her that Ruth
would never have believed that any human could take. He threshed against
her, careened into her little hole and then slammed and bucked and rocked
and beat his large prick inside her. Ruth saw his sack tighten up around
his large balls as it rested against the softness of Elizabeth's white
buttocks, then he was walloping and bucking into her with an animal
fierceness again and Ruth knew that he was cumming. She prayed that he
would do it rapidly and spare the poor girl further pain.
Not so, however. He continued to bang and jab into her little cunt with
the strength of a bull, pounding deep inside her, cumming like a stud bull
all the time. Ruth felt sure that she would burst with his semen, so much
of it and hot and scalding as Ruth knew it to be. He slowed and came more
fully to his knees and rammed forcefully into her tight little opening and
then ground down and moved her hairy ass from side to side and then jolted
into her with piston-like movement until he finally collapsed onto her
whiteness and lay still.
"Ah-ooooh-ah-ah" Elizabeth cried.
Ruth thought she would faint. She lifted her small hand to her forehead
and felt the heat there. Her knees were weak and shaking and her stomach
was in turmoil. She wrapped one arm around her middle and the whole world
swam before her eyes. She blinked and saw that the man was standing, that
his hard prick was still standing out from his body. She looked and saw
the white fluid oozing from the end of it, made whiter by the deep purple
color of the huge head. She took a deep breath and went to where Elizabeth
lay.
She dropped onto her knees beside the broken girl and wiped her wet
forehead. Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open but they did not focus. Ruth
helped her up and helped her to dress then led her back to the truck. The
rest of the girls opened their ranks for them to pass through, all silent
and respectful for the broken girl. Ruth stopped before she got onto the
truck and looked at the nurse. Never in her life had she seen such
insanity reflected through someone's eyes. The Nurse's pale eyes seemed to
be glazed over and she had an idiot grin on her face that sickened Ruth.
Ruth spat on the ground as she steadily held the nurse's look in a stare of
bitter hatred and contempt.
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Chapter 4
After forty-four hours on the road, the truck finally entered the wire
enclosure of the Army camp and continued on through to another enclosure
inside the first one, then stopped, throwing the sore and aching girls
against each other. Not one of them made a sound. They were bone weary
and their talking had been nil since they had watched the horrible scene of
mayhem and rape performed on Elizabeth.
Ruth had never seen a person in a state of shock, but she was certain
that Elizabeth was. She had not spoken since the incident. Her eyes would
not focus and she had had to be forced to take even a drink of water. Ruth
raged inside at the cruel world that would treat a child in such a manner.
She had completely forgotten that she was herself a child, such had been
her abrupt aging process. She stood wearily and pulled the non-responsive
Elizabeth to her feet, then moved her toward the back of the truck. Ruth
clambered down first, then helped the poor girl down. Elizabeth stood
exactly as she was planted, her jaws slack, her eyes vacant and her hair
disarrayed.
Ruth did what little she could to straighten Elizabeth. She ran a comb
through her hair, tugged at her torn clothing, and then patted her softly
on the buttocks by way of encouragement. Ruth tidied herself then looked
around at the other nubile girls who had made the trip with her. She was
certain that they all looked more or less alike and that their features
were somehow distinct from the average girl. She swore at herself for
having such a thought, because she remembered that that was what she had
been told in her classes at her first place of detention in Vienna.
She looked about her at the frost heavy grass and the rising dust that
was caused from the movement of many military vehicles, and wondered if
there might be some way of escape. She laughed shortly to herself, then
asked herself bitingly just where she would escape to. Suddenly she felt
terribly alone, so cut off from any part of the world that she had known
and loved so much just four short weeks ago. She would have wept but she
lacked the energy. She wondered where Nurse Hilde had taken herself to,
then told herself that she didn't really give a damn.
Suddenly the door of the nearest hut opened and Nurse Hilde strode out,
followed by a Kapitan. The two of them approached the group of girls and
stopped about ten paces from them. The Kapitan nodded to Hilde, then
addressed the group of tired girls.
"All of you know what you are here for. I shall not remind you of your
chosen tasks again, but I must inform you of the rules we have here. You
must work to eat. Each soldier will give you a coupon for your services
and that you will use to purchase food in the base store. You will not
form any emotional ties with any one man here. Never. Most of them will
be returning to duty very shortly - to the Eastern Front - and they do not
need to be burdened by memories of your petty problems. You listen to them
and try not to talk and you'll get along much better. I will not tolerate
bickering or disorder of any kind. You are the first to occupy your
quarters. So you will be given a twenty-four hour period to get them in
order. And, he added, looking sideways at the Nurse Hilde who stood
stoutly beside him, "even though your medical records are complete, I want
you to come in one at a time for an interview before you are assigned your
quarters."
"I hardly think that is necessary, Herr Kapitan," Nurse Hilde began
before she was abruptly stopped.
"I did not, nor shall I do so in the future, ask you for your opinion,
Nurse. You may proceed to your quarters now. Immediately!" The Kapitan
barked at her.
Nurse Hilde looked as though she had suddenly lost her direction. She
stepped away from the Kapitan after a slight courtesy in his direction,
then went directly to the driver of the truck.
Ruth helped Elizabeth up the steps to the Kapitan's quarters and managed
to be the first in line. She was still supporting the catatonic Elizabeth
so that actually the other girls more or less fell back and permitted her
to push her burden up the four steps. None of them, however, offered to
help, a fact that Ruth stored away in her mind for later use.
Ruth stood holding the limp girl for about fifteen minutes. She thought
she would collapse with her burden. She was on the verge of giving up and
letting the girl slide to the floor if necessary, when a fat sergeant
stepped through the door and bellowed in a voice that was used to
addressing ranks of men instead of a single girl, "FIRST JEW IN!"
Ruth moved Elizabeth forward. The sergeant put a hand firmly on the
silent girl's chest and said, "The Herr Kapitan said one at a time. Only
one."
"She is unable to walk," Ruth said to the general direction of the
sergeant and pushed her burden past him.
The Kapitan sprang to his feet and bellowed at the sergeant who grabbed
Ruth's arm, causing her to release her hold. Elizabeth immediately
collapsed onto the floor. The sergeant released her and sprang forward to
help Elizabeth. Ruth just stood and watched, tired of the effort of
looking after the girl. "What has happened to this girl!" The Kapitan
asked Ruth, sitting in his own chair now behind his desk.
Ruth tilted her chin high and fought back the tears that had suddenly
sprung to her eyes. She swallowed to get control of her voice and spoke in
a near whisper, "She has been this way ever since she was assaulted and
abused by that fine up-standing German soldier who served as our driver."
She stopped and blinked here eyes again and looked directly at the Kapitan.
He did not answer her or comment on what she had said, so Ruth plunged
ahead. "He was aided - even ordered to do what he did - by Nurse Hilde."
"Name?" The Kapitan inquired, not unkindly, Ruth thought.
"Hers or mine?" Ruth asked, her stare locked onto the Kapitan.
"Hers." he requested, then smiled faintly in Ruth's direction before
lowering his glance.
"Elizabeth Von Hollenstein," Ruth said emphatically, stressing the Von.
The Kapitan's head snapped up and the lenses of his glasses caught the
light and reflected it weirdly. He closed his mouth that had suddenly
dropped open at the mention of the girl's name then got slowly out of his
chair and came around his desk and stood in front of the chair that now
held the slumped, unseeing form of Elizabeth. He reached for and took the
girl's arm at the wrist and checked her pulse. Ruth knew that he was doing
so only as a decoy so that he could order his own thinking. He dropped the
girl's wrist abruptly and shouted to the sergeant. "Get Nurse Hilde here
immediately. And have the driver sent for."
The sergeant left the room in a flash. The Kapitan looked at the closed
door as though he expected it to open again, then seemingly satisfied that
it would not, spoke to Ruth. His voice sounded tired and old. "I know -
knew - this girl's father in Vienna. A fine family." Ruth nodded her head
almost hopefully but he continued. "I'm sorry. I truly am. But there is
nothing I can do, not even to the nurse. My job is a most undesirable one.
I am a pimp to the enlisted men." He stopped talking and turned his back
on Ruth. He wiped his forehead with a gray handkerchief, then faced Ruth
again. "I will see that the nurse is sent from the base. The troops in
Russia need fine nurses, even sadistic ones. I am putting this girl in
your charge and I will do whatever I can to help you and her. But,
remember, my authority here is rather limited. I will see that she gets
sufficient food coupons. Now I think that you had better leave before the
others return. Take the girl with you, please. Here are your quarters."
He handed Ruth a slip of paper with a number on it. He kept her little
hand in his and looked at it tenderly and spoke to her, saying, "It is
madness. I am sorry."
Ruth jerked her hand free of his and started to say just what she
thought of his sentimentality, then reconsidered and went to Elizabeth and
helped her from the chair. She lugged the girl out the door and down the
steps. She remembered something that she had been meaning to ask the
Kapitan ever since she had told him Elizabeth's name, so she parked the
girl in the arms of the first girl in line in front of the door and
re-entered the room. The Kapitan was taking a healthy drink from a bottle
of Schnapps. "Kapitan," Ruth said, startling him, "I should like to know
your name please."
The Kapitan rose from his seat and looked at Ruth as though she was a
ghost. "My name?" he asked, almost inaudibly. He seemed suddenly to get
control of himself and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Out! Get out
of my sight! Now! How dare you threaten me." Ruth smiled at him and then
turned and left. She collected Elizabeth at the foot of the stairs and
asked directions of a soldier on duty to her assigned lodging.
Ruth found her cabin without difficulty. She pushed open the door and
switched on the light and looked around carefully. She was not too
disappointed. The room was small but cozy. There were two beds, both of
them made already, and the room was warm. There was a wardrobe of a type
and a wash basin. Ruth looked in distaste at the douching equipment that
sat on the floor under a list of instructions on how to use it. She lugged
Elizabeth across the room to the nearest bed and shoved her onto it. She
undressed herself, then turned out the light and fell into bed. She
deliberately put everything out of her mind until the coming morning. It
would all wait. Her exhaustion could not.
Chapter 5
The first morning at the new base of operation found Ruth somewhat
restored to normal. Awakening, she yawned and stretched. Then she looked
over at the bed on which she had dropped Elizabeth the night before. The
girl seemed to be awake so Ruth crossed the few steps to her bed and looked
down at her.
Elizabeth's large green eyes were open but they saw nothing. Ruth
stifled a cry of pity for the poor girl and sat down on her bed and held
her soft hand in her own. "Elizabeth," she said softly, stroking the
girl's hand and arm, "You must hear me, please. It's too much for me. I
can't look after myself and you too. I just can't ... Please speak to me."
She could detect no response whatever from the girl. She leaned over
her face and pressed her own lips to Elizabeth's then raised her head and
looked into the girl's limpid eyes. No response. None. Ruth leaned over
her again and pressed her lips once more against her soft ones, then bit
harshly into them. She felt Elizabeth's body quiver under hers but when
she looked at her she was still the same, staring straight up; but her eyes
were brimming with tears. A trickle of blood ran from her lips where Ruth
had bitten her.
"I'M sorry, Elizabeth, but you must come out of it. Don't you hear me
at all?" Ruth pleaded. She received nothing by way of answer. She was
searching her mind for something to do or say when there was a pounding at
the door. Ruth was startled. She jumped off the bed immediately. She
grabbed a small cloth and wiped the blood from Elizabeth's lips. She went
to the door and opened It cautiously. A soldier stood at the door with a
rifle slung over his back. His face was caked with dirt.
"What do you want?" Ruth demanded, automatically drawing back from the
sight of him.
"I got three coupons. I won two from a couple of other guys." He held
the three Yellow coupons out to Ruth.
"Go away!" Ruth said, trying to close the door. His rifle butt was
suddenly between the door and the door frame. He was not to be denied. He
stuck his face in the crack of the door and grinned hideously. "Please,"
Ruth begged, "we only got here last night and we are supposed to have
twenty-four hours to ourselves. Come back tomorrow."
"Nothing doing. I'm horny now. I got a fuck ticket and I'm gonna fuck,
even though you are Jewish." He barged his way into the small room and
kicked the door closed behind him, He looked around until his gaze stopped
on Elizabeth. He walked to her bed, dragging his rifle alongside, "What
the fuck's the matter with her?" He wanted to know.
"Please Ruth begged, "just go away and come back tomorrow. Please?" She
sat on her own bed and put her face in her hands .
"Nothing doin'. They only passed out twenty-five tickets and I won two
more. I get three fucks." He crossed the room to Ruth's bed and lifted her
to her feet. He threw his rifle onto the bed and grabbed Ruth into his
arms. He pulled her head back by clutching a handful of hair, then clamped
his mouth onto hers. Ruth started a struggle but she was helpless against
him. He forced his tongue into her mouth and rammed it fully into her
throat.
Ruth was saved by the bell so to speak. Something akin to a siren
screamed, rending the air with its shrill sound, and the soldier dropped to
the floor. A loud speaker was immediately activated and the magnified
voice boomed, "All girls to morning roll call. Los! Los!"
Ruth looked down at the dirty soldier lying at her feet. He was shaking
from head to foot. She moved away from him and looked from him to the bed
where Elizabeth lay still staring straight at the ceiling. She wanted to
cry. Instead she dressed hurriedly and went to the soldier and helped him
onto her bed. She dampened the same cloth she had used to clean the blood
off the lips of the girl and cleaned his face. His eyes were closed. He
looked to Ruth to be a thousand years old. He still clutched the yellow
coupons in his hand. Ruth relieved him of the burden of them and said,
"I'll be back as soon as I can get back. Just rest."
She left the cabin, closing the door softly after her.
Ruth joined the line-up of girls for the morning muster. There was a
huge woman standing on a box in the circle of girls calling out their names
in a loud voice. Ruth arrived just in time to answer for herself. She
didn't know what to do when Elizabeth's name was called so she said nothing
until the silence grew pregnant with expectation and all the girls turned
in her direction. Ruth stepped forward and explained carefully that
Elizabeth was ill and added hurriedly that perhaps it would be a good idea
to check for verification with the Kapitan who admitted them the previous
evening.
Receiving a nod from the large woman standing on the box, Ruth returned
to her place. She had to stand thirty minutes longer while their
instructions were gone over again. The list of rules which were posted in
each cabin alongside the douche kit was spelled out word for word before
they were dismissed.
The woman blew a whistle and reassembled all of them before they had
taken two steps away. "I am Frau Direktor of this group. You are to
address me always as such. Each soldier will bring you one yellow coupon.
No one soldier must ever have more than one. You will need two coupons for
breakfast, three for lunch. There is no evening meal. Keep yourselves
clean! You are with the cream of the German Reich! Dismissed!"
Ruth returned to her cabin with her mind in turmoil. She had safely put
away the three coupons that she had taken from the soldier and now she had
been ordered never to accept more than one. Hell, she thought, to breathe
the air was probably breaking a rule. She sighed and quickened her steps.
She knew she had problems awaiting her.
When she opened the door to the cabin the soldier was not on her bed.
She looked in the direction of the labored breathing noise that she heard
and saw the soldier pounding away between Elizabeth's open legs. She
clutched at her throat, fearful that she would cry out in alarm, then moved
to the bed. He hadn't even bothered to take off his clothes.
Ruth's first impulse was to use his rifle to shoot him with. Instead
she moved cautiously toward the bed and saw Elizabeth's soft white hands on
the back of his head. Then, before her eyes and ears the girl moaned,
"Oh-Ooooh" and her long legs snaked around the slim hips of the soldier.
Ruth stopped, watched, and listened.
She heard a low moaning deep in Elizabeth throat, a sort of gurgling
noise that matched in rhythm the pitching and plowing of the soldier into
her warm, clasping vagina. Suddenly the girl's white legs flailed in the
air then dropped tightly around her lover's back and pulled him tightly
into her. Both of them bucked and pitched at each other and cried out for
the sheer joy of reaching a climax before the soldier pitched forward onto
the soft white body of Elizabeth and lay still.
Ruth was even more surprised when she realized that Elizabeth was
smiling at her. The girl's eyes no longer had the glazed and far away look
that had distinguished them for the past seventy-two hours. She removed
her hand from the head of the now still soldier and reached it out to Ruth.
Ruth grabbed for it through a vale of tears, happiness and relief spilling
out of her in a burst that blinded her vision and reduced her efforts of
motion.
Ruth sat on the side of the bed. She leaned over and kissed Elizabeth
on the mouth. She did not know what had revived the girl but she guessed
rightly that the hair of the dog that bit her had something to do with it.
Both of the girls were weeping and holding tightly onto each other when the
soldier withdrew his now deflated penis from the tight little cunt of
Elizabeth with a wet, sucking sound and then rolled over on his back. He
smiled weakly at Ruth.
Ruth looked at him and felt a sort of sympathy. She saw that his white,
limp pole was sticking through the fly of his trousers. She made a motion
to put it back for him since he seemed so totally exhausted. He grabbed
her head forcefully and smashed it down against his crotch. Ruth struggled
with all her might to free herself from his strength and she was just on
the verge of giving up when someone pounded at the door. The soldier
released her immediately. "Answer the door," he told her.
Ruth opened the door only a crack. Two soldiers confronted her just as
dirty as the one on Elizabeth's bed with a haggard look about them. Then
they roughly pushed her out of the way and entered the small cabin. They
propped their rifles against the wall and then turned to Ruth. Each of
them held out a yellow coupon. Ruth sighed and reached for the coupons.
They in turn reached for her, holding her between the two of them, one in
front the other in the back.
"I'm first!" The bigger of the two howled, pulling Ruth forcefully away
from the grasp of the other.
"There's supposed to be two broads to a cabin," the other said,
releasing his hold on Ruth. He moved toward the bed where Elizabeth and
the tired solider lay. He stopped within a foot of it.
"Awright soldier, you're time's up." He spoke toward the bed.
"Fuck you. I got three tickets and I only used one." The first soldier
said, then rolled on top of Elizabeth to show his authority and possession
of the girl.
The soldier turned back to Ruth and his buddy. "Hans?" he asked
questioningly of the soldier who held firmly onto Ruth.
"Come on," Hans invited him, "we can both fuck her at once." He pushed
Ruth roughly from him and said, "Get out of your god-damned clothes. You
got a couple of men to deal with."
With trembling hands Ruth removed her clothing, then stood nude in front
of the two soldiers. Their desire-filled eyes roamed over her soft
whiteness from her jutting little breasts to the soft blond vee of hair at
her loins. The first one whistled low and appreciatively. The other
smiled broadly and nudged his buddy with his elbow. Both of them threw off
their clothes in what seemed to Ruth like seconds then moved toward her.
She was trembling with fright.
Hans lifted Ruth off her feet and carried her to the bed. He fell on
top of her like a hungry wolf and clamped his mouth into her firm, full
breasts, biting down hard. Ruth moaned and tried to move away from him,
but it was wasted motion. He was hurting her terribly. She felt her legs
moved roughly apart and stiff hair brushed against her soft inner thighs.
The rough hands of the second soldier moved her vaginal lips apart causing
pain to assault her little cunt even more harshly than the biting of her
breast. She felt the hot wet tongue of the soldier move over her cuntal
lips then into the soft secretness of her. Then, in spite of herself, she
moaned with pleasure.
The two of them working together, coupled with her helpless plight,
brought Ruth to a pitch of excitement in a matter of minutes. She began to
move under the both of them, thrusting her suddenly hot hungry little pussy
into the face of the one as the other ran his stiff tongue over her
breasts. Her breasts stiffened and heated and she wanted him to take the
whole of them into his rough mouth and suck and bite with all his strength.
Hans moved his mouth away from her breast and pulled himself up onto the
bed. He leaned down to her and kissed her soft lips then ran his tongue
into her mouth, then pressed it down and slipped it into her throat. Ruth
sucked and bit at his tongue and groaned under the hot assault of the other
soldier, who was probing deep into her hot cunt and biting at her pink
vaginal lips. Hans abruptly thrust his hard prick into her mouth. Without
slowing he gouged it all the way into her throat, then slowly took it out,
and just as slowly eased it back.
Ruth was crammed full of the hard pulsating prick, all the way deep into
her throat. The play of the hot tongue against her clitoris sent her into
spasms of involuntary delight and she sucked and bit at the hot throbbing
member in her mouth and enjoyed the toughness of it in her throat. She
felt a quickening of the fires within her own little body and she moved
upwards with her hips to aid the source of her pleasure and the hot heavy
cock in her mouth grew abruptly and Hans put all his weight and energy into
ramming it down her throat. She felt herself building for the big
explosion and her little body arched up and as she did Hans fucked into her
widely ovalled mouth, ramming the large head of his hard fleshy pole down
deep into her and ground down. She felt the hot liquid streaming down her
throat and with one upward thrust of her hips and a tightening of her
cuntal walls, she responded in kind to the second soldier and her whole
young body burned with pleasure of purpose fulfilled.
Ruth had orgasm in wave after wave of pleasure. Her hot young body
spilled its fires inside her in waves of joy as the strong tongue of the
soldier probed and punched and his powerful lips clamped over the whole of
her throbbing little pussy and sucked the thousands of nerve ends that sent
their messages back to the center of her and burst forth again and again in
thanks. Ruth heaved her little crotch violently into the rough face of the
soldier, then lay back, exhausted and satisfied.
Hans grinned into her face and said, "You're alright for a Jew. Now
we'll show you what real German manhood can do for a girl."
Hans eased himself under Ruth and tore gently at her soft buttocks with
his strong hands, spreading them apart and making passage for his finger
which worked at the rubber tissue of her anus. He inserted himself under
her in such a way that he was able to fit her tight asshole around the head
of his large hard prick. The other soldier did according to Hans' bidding
and gladly jammed his large cock into the slit of her cuntal lips. Both
soldiers eased into her at the same time, hurting her terribly. She
thought she would be split apart, that the soft bones separating her sex
from her intestines would surely break with a roaring split, but it was not
so.
After they were both fully into her and she was gasping for breath, Hans
reached around her and fingered her still hard nipples. He pulled the
other soldier's head forward with one hand and helped him to latch onto her
other breast with his hot, sucking mouth. Then the both of them started
ramming into her at the same time in matched strokes. Ruth was sure she
was going to pass out. Never had she felt so crammed full, such a bursting
of all her insides. Hans realized her dilemma first and motioned for the
other to wait until he started to withdraw before he plunged into her tight
little cunt again.
It took only about three strokes in and out of her in a planned manner
to start her all over again. The sensation of pleasure was unbearable to
Ruth. One large prick would be at the top of her bowels, then would begin
to ease out slowly, then the other would gently cram into her throbbing
vagina, exciting the walls and burning hotly all the way in. The motion
generated a burning heat for Ruth as the two brick hard poles passed in and
out of her. She couldn't take it. She had to bite her tongue to keep from
losing all her control. She wanted to slam herself down on the one and ram
her soft buttocks fully back into Hans' hard driving prick all at the same
time.
Both of them noticed her increased desire and they began a buffeting and
ramming into her that drove her mad. She twisted and turned and shoved her
young body at their hard pricks with all her might. They speeded up their
actions to match hers, ramming and poking and punching into her with all
their pent up energy. Ruth knew that she was at the point of no return
again. She bucked and twisted and groaned with pleasure, wanting the
feeling to come, to hurtle itself at her and release the mighty dam inside
her again.
They pounded her young body between them and knocked and rapped into
her. Then both of them at the same time began to crash and pound and beat
into her with their hard long pricks and Ruth slid over the ridge. As they
drove into her with force she exploded again, bringing the two of them with
her so that they clutched and sucked and bit at her body and their semen
burst forth into her, burning and caressing her vagina and the smooth,
rubbing walls of her tight clinging rectum all at the same time. The three
of them clutched and hammered at each other until the last drop of pleasure
was squeezed from and into each, then they relaxed, and the two soldiers
held the small Ruth between them and moved their rough hands down her
smooth flesh. They kissed gently at her hair and her ears and her cheeks.
Ruth had never been so satisfied in her life. Her whole body was
content. She breathed easily and accepted the caresses of the two soldiers
most willingly. She no longer felt alone and hopeless because she knew
that she had a purpose, for them, at least, and her young mind told her
that she would always have. She ran her soft white hands over their strong
muscled backs and liked the feeling of hardness that she found there. She
looked at Hans and said, "Tell me about the war. You're part of it."
Hans' blue eyes clouded and took on a far away look. Ruth felt his body
tense up and she feared that she had said the wrong thing. Then he spoke,
gently, in a far-away voice; "It's white, all white. There is nothing but
snow and cold and the long stretches of white are broken only by blood. My
buddy Jurgen and I," he indicated the other soldier with a nod of his head,
"we took care of each other. We lay in the snow and dreamed of this - of
you. You kept us alive and we didn't even know you. The Russian women
wanted to kill us. They didn't or don't care about fucking. They only
want to kill. They came with the men and shot at us and rammed their
bayonets through the fallen soldiers and laughed like men at the flow of
blood. There are millions of them and they're gonna start moving in this
direction soon and they're going to kill all Germans. They'll tear out the
guts of every German living - men, women and children. We can't stop them.
They're too many and they're coming after us. God in Heaven!" The soldier
Hans sobbed.
"Will they kill the Jews, too?" Ruth asked, alarmed by the thought of
hordes of primitives from the East.
"Of course. Everyone. How would they know who is a Jew and who isn't?"
Hans laughed bitterly.
Ruth shivered. Hans laughed and said, "I'd protect you, little Jew.
You look German anyway. Are you sure you're of the vile race of Jews?" He
squeezed her small nipples cruelly.
"Oh," Ruth moaned, then, "I don't know, really. I'm only sixteen - no,
seventeen yesterday or the day before - but I don't think my mother was
Jewish. Just my father I guess."
Hans was raised up on one elbow. He looked searchingly at Ruth.
"Seventeen?" he asked incredulously. "How the shit did you get here?"
Ruth recounted her nightmarish days to the two, soldiers. They found
her tale hard to believe, They listened intently to what she said and every
now and then Hans would throw in an expletive that burned her ears.
Suddenly he sprang off the bed and stood at the foot of it, nude, his hands
on his hips, his feet spread apart with his sex hanging down ponderously
between his skinny legs.
"What the fuck are you telling us this for? You think that we are over
there dying so that children can be tortured at home? You're out of your
goddamned head!" He exploded, his wrath explicit in his every word.
Ruth took a deep breath and decided to take a big gamble. She would do
her bit to help the German cause since it had been so kind to her. "You're
going back too," Ruth said slowly, "and you'll die there. No one cares
anything about you here, just as they don't care about me. Look at
Elizabeth. She was brutally raped and tormented by two grown people, both
of them representative of the Third Reich. Just as you are. They told you
we came here because we wanted to ... well, if you can believe that then
you can believe that you aren't going back to Russia. I find it hard to
believe that I'm suddenly not a German girl and that my parents have
disappeared. And that I've been turned into a prostitute. So if you want
to believe that I'm lying, believe it."
Ruth sobbed softly, not because she felt like crying, but to make an
impression on the soldier. She knew now why the girls were supposed to
listen rather than talk. They were being tricked just as she was. She
continued to cry even though she felt like laughing. The big man standing
nude at the foot of the bed was furious. He had been double crossed and he
realized it and there was nothing he could do about it. The second soldier
Jurgen lay alongside Ruth and clutched at her with all his strength. Hans
ordered him off the bed and told him to get dressed. He then went to the
other bed and made that soldier get up and prepare to leave also. He
looked at Elizabeth with pity in his eyes.
Hans came to where Ruth lay while the other two were standing by the
door. He spoke to her, softly, saying, I'm sorry. I'll pay someone back
for this. I'll return shortly before I'm sent out again. I think I may
have something for you." He touched his fingers to his cap then joined the
other two and the three of them stepped through the door.
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If you love something, set it free
If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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