Rape In Berlin
by Jules Bergmann
(LLP-118)


FOREWORD 

In a world torn by wars and civil discontent, author, Jules Bergmann 
illustrates an event from the middle 1940's that sheds light on the problems 
of today. He tries to open the eyes of the reader to the brutal savagery of 
the war in Vietnam, by paralleling events from the end of World War II that 
crushed the innocent German citizens of Berlin into submission. 

In Rape in Berlin he leads the reader along the paths of three young German 
women, who suffer the fate, albeit brutal, of all women of all wars of all 
time. They are the innocent and helpless victims that in the end always seem 
to suffer most, whether it be from the loss of brothers and loved ones, or 
from the indignities they must suffer at the hands of the victors. 

Three ordinary housewives, in extraordinary circumstances, care about their 
lives, their husbands and their country. The war has sickened them, but they 
all do their part to help as civilians. But when the Soviet army invades 
Berlin from the east, they are completely helpless at the hands of brutal 
Communist soldiers whose compassion is virtually non-existent. 

During little more than twenty four hours the girls find themselves caught 
and raped by vicious thugs in uniform, helpless victims of the cruel truths 
of war. 

Author Bergmann was among the first American soldiers to enter Berlin and 
knows well the horrors that the Communists inflicted on the innocent women 
of that stricken city. A man concerned with the betterment of humanity, he 
is currently engaged in an intensive study of the Vietnamese War, and tries 
to relate to the reader a comparison between the women there and those who 
have been the victims of the brutality of wars throughout history. 

His story shows the savagery of the so-called civilized Communists who took 
control of most of Germany, and are engaged today in a struggle for control 
of Southeast Asia. The struggle there, as in Berlin, is one for tyranny and 
suppression, ordered by the same men who once occupied Berlin. God help our 
women if they ever succeed in conquering Asia and invading the United 
States. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It had been three days since the air raid sirens had wailed their last cry 
of terror. The first forty eight hours of silence had been in anticipation 
of another air raid while the citizens of Berlin remained close to their 
homes huddled in air raid shelters as they had almost without let up for the 
last few months. 

Crews of workers, both volunteer and conscripted, labored continually, day 
and night to clear rubble and search for survivors or bodies, though more 
often than not, they found only bodies in the ruins. Glorious Berlin was 
crumbling under the heavy heel of allied bombing and the Germans knew that 
the war would end soon, and they would again be the losers. They paid little 
attention to the booming voices over the radio and loudspeakers that 
proclaimed an impending Nazi victory. By noon on the third day of the 
bombing silence, however, rumors filtered through the city, slowly at first. 
Some said that the Russian army was nearing the eastern limits of the city. 
The news stunned Erika Heitelah when she heard it. She had grown up in a 
Nazi Germany, and now perhaps, she would have a chance to see its end. 

She sighed to her friend, Karen after she heard about the Russians. "Perhaps 
we shall be free at last," she said. Karen knew what her companion meant. 
Since Erika had been a child she had known the meaning of fear. Her father 
had been against the Nazi uprising and protested openly. He had been 
murdered by Hitler's killers during the putsch of 1933 when the Fuhrer and 
his party had come into open power. 

Her mother had told her of the horrible events that led up to his death and 
Erika was warned to shy away from the Nazis as they grew in strength, but 
never to resist them openly. She learned early that no good could come of 
war, especially a war started by a maniac. 

But she found out-too late that her life could easily be controlled. In 1942 
she had married Hans Heitelah. She was eighteen and he, only twenty, yet was 
already a corporal in the army and had been decorated twice for bravery. And 
though not a Nazi, believed in a strong nationalized Germany. He had, 
however, tested his courage once too often. The test cost him both of his 
legs and by the time the bombing ceased in Berlin he was a bitter man, aged 
far beyond his 23 years. 

Erika suffered as much as he did, trying to soothe him and care for his 
needs. But there was too much tension between them, most of it caused by his 
crippling wound. It had rendered Kurt psychologically impotent and he had 
not made love to his wife in fifteen months. 

Erika knew that the damage was only psychosomatic and tried to understand 
because she loved Hans and had vowed to stay with him for better or for 
worse and now that the war was nearly over she thought they might have a 
chance to recapture their happiness. 

An image of Russian soldiers invading the city stayed in her mind as she and 
Karen worked to clear another house that had been destroyed. One corner of 
the stone structure still stood, though precariously and they worked quickly 
but cautiously in case either the building should suddenly collapse, or an 
unexploded bomb might be found. Several dozen workers had been killed or 
seriously injured in the last few months by bombs that had failed to explode 
upon impact and sometimes only the slightest jarring of rock would set one 
off. 

The two women said little as they heaved and rolled the rubble aside. It was 
difficult work for anyone, but especially for women and Erika was not a 
large girl, though slightly taller than the average. Her shoulder length 
blonde hair was piled and pinned under a bandana to keep it reasonably clean 
as water was extremely critical at the reservoirs and bathing had become a 
most welcome luxury. 

Erika's soft feminine hands were clothed in a pair of her husband's gloves 
in an effort to keep them as youthful as they had been before she had 
volunteered to remove rubble. The soldiers who stood guard over the 
conscripted workers would often take their eyes off their prisoners so that 
they might watch the slender legs of the lovely blonde girl as she bent to 
pick up another rock. 

Karen, a year older than her friend, was just as luxurious to the eyes of 
the troopers. Her features, though hidden by the old tattered clothing she 
wore, were the talk of the guards at night in the barracks. She was slightly 
shorter than Erika, but her firm breasts were larger and her hips a little 
wider, though if exposed, would have showed no excess in their beauty. Both 
of them had been approached more than once by the young men with rifles. 
They remained polite, but aloof for there was no reason for either of them 
to talk with the German soldiers. The guards in Berlin were rear guard elite 
troops and most of them Nazis. 

Karen's husband had been killed in Africa and she had no desire to meet any 
more men until perhaps the war was over and things had returned to normal. 

Four hours had passed since they had heard that the Russians were nearing 
the city. Every worker at the building froze when they heard the first 
shots. For a moment the entire scene was like a macabre garden of statues, 
staring at the old building. 

At the second volley, the guards sprang into action. The four soldiers 
quickly rounded up their laborers and shoved them into a nearby truck. If 
there was fighting they would be needed to defend the city. 

The girls stood up as the truck sped away. They and the five other women, 
old and young alike, did not know what to do. The firing was obviously quite 
a distance away and there was no need to panic. Slowly, one or two at a time 
they began to leave the ruins of what had once been the beautiful house of a 
great German nobleman. 

Erika and Karen walked away slowly, leaving their now useless labor behind 
them. "The rumors are true," Erika finally said. "The Russians are here." 

Karen was frightened, but did not want to show her fear to her younger 
companion. Erika seemed calm though the danger was certainly almost 
immediate, said, "We should get home. Hans will worry." 

The two girls started toward the house they shared with Erika's husband. 
Hans had sullenly agreed to the arrangement, though he barely knew Karen or 
her late husband. He kept mostly to his own room, while Karen and Erika each 
had theirs. "Do you think they are close," Karen asked. "The guns are 
getting louder." 

Erika knew nothing about rifles or any kind of gunfire, but she tried to 
reassure her friend. "They must be at least half a mile," she guessed. "The 
rifles sound like they are firing in two directions. 

Our soldiers will hold them for a little while anyway." 

They continued to walk slowly as shadows began to fall in the streets. The 
overcast skies would bring a quicker twilight, even though the nights were 
short and the days long. 

"We don't want to attract attention by making any quick movements," Erika 
said. "Someone might mistake us for Russian soldiers and we would be shot." 

Karen laughed in spite of her fear. How could we be thought of as Russian 
soldiers she thought, looking at her own tattered clothing. Neither of the 
girls had had a new dress in months and most of what they did have had been 
obtained from one of the relief centers in the city. Germany was a poor 
nation now that it was losing. Both girls wore out of date dresses, possibly 
once belonging to the wives or mistresses of high Nazi officials. The skirts 
were old and torn, but obviously had at one time been very stylish. 

The noise from the rifles was suddenly becoming more intense. Erika's heart 
had picked up more than a few beats. She was afraid, but not sure of what. 
There was not much possibility of her being shot, yet the prospect of death 
seemed real to her. 

The gunfire had changed direction. Instead of coming from directly behind 
them as it had when it began, the shots could be heard from their left as 
well as right. Both girls knew that the Soviet troops were gaining a 
distinct advantage over the defenders. Without speaking they simultaneously 
quickened their pace in spite of Erika's warning a few minutes earlier. 

As they turned on to Wagnerstrasse, Erika heard the clatter of military 
boots coming from a nearby alley. A shout told them that the boots belonged 
to German soldiers, but the tone of the voice was one of near panic. The 
girls stood motionless near a doorway, waiting to see what happened next. 

Suddenly a uniformed corporal and sergeant ran into the street from the 
alley. They took positions quickly on either side of the alleyway and 
pointed their guns back toward the direction from which they had just come. 
A moment later three more German troopers ran into the street and got behind 
the corporal and sergeant. The men's faces were tight and their veins bulged 
in their necks from the fear and desperation of their predicament. Erika 
tried to hush Karen who had started to scream. Both girls were terrified. 
Erika watched intently as the sergeant issued an order to one of his men, 
who got to his feet and ran past the girls. "Get out of here," he said 
urgently, brushing Erika and nearly knocking her to the pavement. "The 
Russian beasts are all around." 

Before the girls could move, the sergeant's submachine gun shouted its 
bullets down the long alley, echoing for blocks. The corporal and the other 
two men began shooting at almost the same time. The noise was almost 
deafening and Erika barely heard her friend scream. She grabbed Karen by the 
hand to stop her from running into the path of the Russian bullets that were 
whizzing from the alley entrance in answer to the surprise ambush. 

"No. This way," she yelled, pulling the girl toward her. For a moment Karen 
stood, not comprehending, then allowed herself to be led as Erika ran toward 
the street from which they had just come. The gunfire chattered behind them 
as they entered the intersection. 

Erika caught only a glimpse of the figures fifty yards to their right as she 
ran. Three shots rang out and the bullets ricocheted at her feet. Russians! 
she thought, still running. Three more bullets raced between the two girls 
as they reached safety on the other side of the street. The Soviets were 
advancing to flank the Nazis and surprise them with their own ambush and had 
seen the two fleeing women. They ran harder, hoping against hope that the 
Russians would be too busy fighting and would leave them alone. 

Erika heard more firing behind her and turned her head as her feet carried 
her further away. In the distance she could see the Russian soldiers gun 
down the four Germans who had been only a few feet from her moments before. 

She was afraid, much more than when the Russians had fired at her. She had 
had her first glimpse of the brutality of war at first hand and it was 
possible to understand a little of what had happened to Hans. Her legs 
carried her faster, but she no longer had to pull Karen. The older girl was 
running even more rapidly. The firing behind them had stopped but they 
continued to run. The two young German women sought the shelter of home. 
After a few minutes, Erika called to Karen, "We can stop now. I don't think 
they're following us. 

"Good," Karen gasped between breaths, holding her heaving breasts. "I don't 
know if I could have run much further." 

"We should be sure, though," Erika said, looking around her for a place to 
hide. She saw a small alleyway and pulled her friend with her. "Let's wait 
here and see," she said. "If more of them come, they won't be able to see us 
so easily." 

The girls sat behind a row of garbage cans and waited. Erika was trying to 
comprehend the horror she had witnessed minutes before when her own 
countrymen were gunned down by the invading Russians. She could not remove 
the picture of the young sergeant falling violently to the pavement as he 
was hit. It was war, but her countrymen were dying, not the enemy. She 
wondered if the Russians would be more cruel than she heard the Nazis had 
been to their captive nations. 

After forty-five minutes of waiting cramped behind the garbage cans Karen 
asked, "Do you think it would be safe to go home now?" They had heard no 
more firing since they had hidden, and she thought perhaps it was over. 

"We can try," Erika answered her friend. "It isn't far." 

Cautiously the girls rose from their hiding place and stole slowly and 
quietly toward the street. A glance around the corner showed Erika that it 
was empty. No sounds came from the cobbled streets of the older eastern part 
of the city. A deathly,' eerie silence had settled momentarily around them 
and they rushed to take advantage of it. 

Keeping close to the sides of the ruined brick buildings, the girls walked 
toward their home three blocks away. The further they walked, the more 
swiftly they made their pace and within sight of the old brownstone house 
that Erika and Hans had inherited from his parents, the girls broke into a 
run, confident that their safety was insured. 

They burst through the door and closed it with a bang, securing the locks. 
"Erika?" Han's harsh voice called from the study. "Is that you?" He rolled 
his wheelchair into the hallway and looked at his heavily breathing wife and 
her perspiring companion. "What happened," he asked. 

"The Russians," Erika gasped. She was leaning against the heavy door. She 
had lost her scarf and her long flaxen hair hung limply down over her 
shoulders and across the rise of her firm, full breasts. She held her hand 
to her side trying to stop the ache. Running the last block to the house had 
taken all her strength. 

"The Russians?" Hans asked. "What about the Russians?" He had heard the 
firing as he sat in his study reading and knew from his own war experiences 
that they were far enough away not to bother him. He had not given any 
thought to the possibility that his wife might be in danger. Hans' 
concentration was always on his own suffering. With his legs gone from 
mid-thigh down he felt he was only half a man. Though Erika gave him every 
consideration and did all she could for him, he felt it was due him. He had 
suffered for Germany and now she must suffer for him. It was her duty as a 
wife to care for him, even though he, himself, neglected all his duties as a 
husband. 

"They're in the city," Erika said. She was regaining her breath, and her 
friend, Karen, sat on the staircase beside her, completely exhausted and 
surrounded in a small world of fear. "How do you know," he asked. 

"We saw them," Karen cried. 

"Yes," Erika said. "We were working when we heard firing. The soldiers left, 
so we did too. A few minutes later some German soldiers ran from an alley 
and suddenly there was more noise than I have ever heard. We ran, but some 
Russians shot at us. 

"They shot at you," her husband asked in amazement. 

"Yes, but only a few times. Then they killed the German boys. It was 
horrible." Erika seemed to lose her breath again and sat on a chair nearby. 
She had cried in the alley as they hid but there were no more tears now for 
the young men who had died. 

"We hid in an alley until a few minutes ago, then ran home," she said. "Oh, 
Hans, what's going to happen to us." 

Her crippled husband said nothing as he sat in his mobile chair, holding the 
book he had been reading. The light in the hallway was dim. The end was 
coming, he thought. Tonight, maybe tomorrow, the Russians will be here and 
no one will be safe, especially the women. They won't do anything to me, but 
Erika will be at their mercy. 

He had been a soldier and had seen some of the things that his friends had 
done to Russian women. He knew that worse would come from the Soviets in 
retaliation for what the Germans had done to their women. 

"We must get you out of Berlin," he said finally. "You don't have any idea 
of what they are like. I know." 

"No," Erika protested. "I won't leave my home." 

"But you must," he said. "There's no other way. If the Russians find a 
beautiful young woman like you here, they'll ... Well, I won't tell you what 
they might do. Just use your imagination." 

"Hans, they're men, just like you. They wouldn't do anything to harm 
innocent women." She stared at her husband who said nothing. The look on his 
face told her the answer. His eyes were hard because he knew what would 
happen, but didn't know how to convince her. 

She saw that he was serious, and halfway believed what he had said. Erika 
Lad learned from her history classes at the university of the brutality of 
men in war. She had discovered that men were often beasts under time of 
extreme stress. From the rape of the Sabine women to the cruel tortures that 
took place in Jewish concentration camps, she had heard all the stories but 
had never associated them with herself. 

She remembered the stories of the Bolshevik revolution and the bloodbath the 
Soviets had given their own people. Her friends had even talked of their 
terrible fear for the invading Russians. It had been an accepted fact for 
months, but Erika had always thought that the army from the east would end 
the war and the misery that Europe knew. It was rumored that the British and 
Americans were closing in on Germany from the west and south, but those were 
only rumors. Radio Berlin always gave the impression that the Nazis were 
winning, though anyone with any powers of deduction, knew the war would soon 
be over and the fatherland would not be the victor. 

Erika looked at her tattered clothing as she thought about what her husband 
had told her. She could hear Karen whimpering beside her. The older girl had 
not been strong since her husband had died and they had often talked about 
her loss. Erika had even confided in her friend that Hans no longer paid any 
attention to her, but now he was. Perhaps they would have a chance to be man 
and wife again. 

Karen needed a man in many ways and so did Erika. They were both healthy 
young women with strong appetites that had not been satisfied in almost two 
years. If the way would end soon and they could survive the Russians, then 
they might be able to start anew. 

"We could hide," she said to her husband. "That wouldn't be a good idea. The 
Russians will search every house. Don't think for a minute that you wouldn't 
be found." 

"But I don't want to leave our home, or you." She stopped her sentence with 
a gasp. Since Hans had been home, it was the first time that she had given 
any reference to his injuries. If she had to leave, he could not come with 
her in a wheelchair. "I mean," she said, "we're being alarmists. The 
Russians aren't here yet, and the Army might even hold them back." 

"They'll be held," he said. "But not for long. Believe me, they'll be here 
soon. Now go upstairs and pack a few things. I'll try to make an arrangement 
for transportation to the other side of the city. You'll be on your own from 
there," Erika sat still for a moment. No matter what she felt, her husband's 
word was law. She had promised to obey when they married, and obey, she 
must. 

She stood from the chair and started to help Karen get up. She started 
upstairs ... her plans were interrupted as a thunderous knocking came from 
the door and Erika's heart leaped into her throat. The Russians, she 
thought. They're here already! The hammering persisted. "Hans," a voice 
yelled from the porch. "Open the door. It's me, Kurt!" Erika breathed a sigh 
and turned to open the door. Her heart was still beating rapidly in her 
chest as she let Kurt Schmidt inside. She tried not to look at the armless 
sleeve. 

Kurt had been best man at their wedding and he and Hans had gone to the 
front together. While Hans had lost both legs, Kurt, too, had suffered, 
having his right arm amputated after the bone had been smashed by a Russian 
bullet. Erika closed the door behind him. The young man was out of breath 
from running. "You've heard about the Russians," he asked. Hans nodded. "I'm 
worried about Eva. Since I first heard the shooting I've been waiting for 
her." 

Eva had been Erika's best friend. She had met Kurt at the wedding and they 
were married a few months afterwards. She was a much stronger girl than 
Erika and had none of the problems that Erika experienced with Hans. When 
Kurt came home, she was glad that he was home. To her or him, he was no less 
a man because he had lost an arm. Their life was good together. 

"She was helping in the ruins," Kurt said. "I know she was close to the 
eastern part of the city because she told me this morning. And now the 
Russians are advancing rapidly into the city." 

"Please, Kurt," Erika said, trying to calm him. "Sit down and relax for a 
moment. There's nothing to be afraid of ... " 

"How would you know, woman," he snapped at her. Kurt turned to his friend, 
Hans. "Haven't you heard the stories. It's just like we thought it would be. 
Already, many women have been reported raped until they were almost dead and 
think of how many rapes and murders have gone unreported." 

Rape, Erika thought. The reality of the word startled her. Hans was right. 
If she stayed, there would be more trouble than she could handle. "Oh," she 
heard Karen gasp. Rape! The idea frightened her as well as excited her. The 
thought of being taken roughly by a man was not sexually appealing to her, 
but excited her emotionally because of its danger. She had been so long 
without a man that the mental picture gathered emotions she could not 
remember having before. Rape, an ugly and cruel word, but it could not 
possibly happen to her, yet.... 

"How close are the Russians," Hans asked. 

"I think about a mile," his friend answered. "We might have time to get the 
girls out of here. Kurt, find Eva and bring her here. You'll be able to lead 
her and Erika and Karen away before the Russians search the house," Hans 
told him. 

"But what about you," Kurt started. "You don't think we could leave you 
here." 

"There's no need to worry. They won't harm a helpless cripple," Hans 
replied. "I'll be safe. It'll be more sensible for me to stay behind because 
I would only be a burden on the rest of you. Go now and find your wife. 
Erika and Karen will be ready when you return." 

Kurt nodded and Erika moved aside to let him through the door. Their fate 
was sealed. Hans would stay behind. She and Karen went upstairs to pack a 
few belongings that would hold them until they could return. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

An hour before Kurt Schmidt had burst in on Hans and Erika, his wife, Eva, 
had begun the most terrifying sixty minutes of her life. 

Twenty-four year-old Eva had left the ruin in which she had been working and 
started to walk home. The firing had been going on for more than forty five 
minutes, but had seemed of no concern to the guards who were overseeing the 
work on her building, or rather what was left of it. When the four young 
Germans received a call on their radio, they had suddenly left, setting 
their prisoners free and cueing the rest of the workers to leave. Eva wasted 
no time in abandoning the site. 

She wasn't scared, but walked quickly anyway, to get away from the bombed 
out building. For more than a month she had helped clear away rubble, but 
could never get over her horror at seeing the bodies that were so horribly 
mutilated inside. Every minute at one of the ruins was torture for her. 

No matter which route she took home, she could not avoid seeing the shells 
of what had once been beautiful homes in the older section of Germany's 
hospital. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, she thought had lived and died here. 
Remembering the scarred and crushed bodies that she had helped remove, Eva 
could not hold back her emotions. These were her people, innocent civilians, 
their lives destroyed because of the tyrant, Hitler, an ugly little man from 
Austria. 

Her thoughts turned to the night before when she and Kurt had finished 
making love, and had talked in the darkness of their bedroom. She could 
almost hear him as he cursed the Fuhrer, and even in the darkness, she saw 
his eyes glazed with hatred. Her heart always went out for him when he 
talked of the Nazis. Tears always came to her eyes when her hand massaged 
what was left of a once strong and dependable right arm. Kurt had told her 
that the end was near and that Hitler would pay in some way for what he had 
started. It was that night that Kurt had told her of the concentration camps 
the Fuhrer had instigated and staffed, concentration camps for Jews of all 
countries. All she had cried for them as he told her that none escaped and 
why. It was almost beyond her imagination's power to picture the bloodless 
gas chambers that awaited the unsuspecting prisoners. 

When the Jews were gone, she thought, who was next. Her mind was confused as 
remembered Kurt's voice, telling her that the Russians would be in Berlin in 
less than a week. But the confusion cleared as she walked now, in the 
afternoon light, hearing the staccato of machine gun fire. It was true, the 
Russians were indeed in Berlin, here and now. 

Eva stopped for a moment and looked at a building that was still smoldering 
from a fire deep within. It must have been one of the last to be hit, she 
thought. Only the right side of the house still stood. She remembered that 
it had once been a bakery with living quarters for the proprietor's family 
above. Her memory could not recall the baker's name, but she could see his 
face in the back of her mind. 

The charred stones heaped in large piles where they had fallen, belonged to 
a house over three hundred years old. Most of them had caved inward when the 
building collapsed. The bomb must have come through the roof, she thought, 
and finally exploded in the basement, where its gaping hole was now filled 
with the blackened brick and mortar that had held it up for so many scores 
of years. 

The sudden silence startled the tall brunette as she stood looking at the 
ruin. Eva realized that there was no noise whatsoever. The shooting had 
stopped abruptly and she turned, as if she expected to see someone, but the 
street was deserted. 

Not a single person could be seen for blocks. 

Eva turned her head left and right, hoping to see some living being 
occupying the same part of the earth as she did, but nothing moved anywhere. 
It seemed unnatural to her, as she scanned the shadows with her brilliant 
blue eyes, that the sound of gunfire so far away would have made everyone go 
into hiding. After the months of bombing, her fellow Berliners were used to 
the violence of war. Why should they suddenly go into hiding at the sound of 
a few rifles or machine guns? 

She listened more intently for footsteps or voices and began to fear her 
unwanted solitude. Them, her heart skipped a beat as she heard the 
unmistakable clatter of heavy boots on the pavement just around the corner. 
They were probably German soldiers, she rationalized, but I had better be 
sure. The noise of hard leather heels became louder and she turned to seek 
the safety of the bombed out bakery behind her. "Halt!" she heard in her 
native tongue, and; froze where she stood. Afraid to turn around, because of 
the unnecessary questioning she knew she would have to undergo, she stood 
stock still in front of the bakery as the sound of heavy boots stomped up 
behind her. 

A shock shot through her body as a large hand' grabbed her by the shoulder 
and spun her around. A Russian! My God, she thought as her eyes opened wide 
in sudden terror, it's them! 

Kurt had told her that the Soviets were no more! than animals and would stop 
at nothing to destroy Berlin. She had listened to his instructions carefully 
when he told her what to do, if she ever thought she might be caught. Rape 
would be the least of the things they might do to her, she could remember 
her husband saying, and now, in front of the bakery at which she had bought 
bread for three years, here they were in the flesh. 

"What are you doing here," the huge Russian asked her in halted German. 

Eva stared at him, unable to answer because of the tightness in her throat. 
She could only see the square jawed, unshaven face that glared at her with 
dark foreboding eyes, they suggested a brutal, perhaps psychopathic, temper. 

"Are you dumb," he asked, grinning slightly. "I want to know what you're 
doing here!" 

"She looks too scared to talk," a companion said in thick guttural Russian. 
"I'll talk to her." 

Switching from Russian to a much better German than his comrade spoke, the 
second soldier questioned the frightened girl again. His tone seemed to 
reassure her for a moment as he asked her name and where she lived. 

Eva told the communist soldier what he wanted to know and the man turned to 
his companions and began speaking in his own language. The other Russians 
laughed at what seemed to be very funny to them, but the girl could not 
understand what they were saying. 

All the men were staring at her when one of them, without warning, grabbed 
Eva by the scarf and tore it from her head. "Oooh," she gasped. It was true, 
they weren't going to let her go! 

Frightened almost out of her mind, she held her head back from the big man 
who was now trying to kiss her. 

"Look at the Nazi bitch," one of them said. "She wants to fight. We'll give 
her a fight she hadn't counted on." The man holding her said something in 
Russian that she did not understand, but his tone was cruel enough and hard 
enough to signal her that he meant business. His whole face seemed to snarl 
in a sadistic grin and she knew that Kurt had not exaggerated when he had 
told her about the atrocities that the Russians would perform. 

Instinct took hold of the frightened girl's mind and like a small cornered 
animal she bit the large Russian on the hand. "Oooww," he cried out. 

As he grabbed his wrist, releasing his grip on the frightened girl, she 
turned and ran toward the ruin behind her. Her panic stricken instinct drove 
her feet desperately, kicking off her shoes as she raced into the still 
smoldering building. 

"Don't just stand there," the man who had been bitten hollered. "Get her!" 
The nearing shouts of heavy Russian drove Eva faster as she clawed her way 
through the ruin. She could hear the heavy boots clomping through the stones 
behind her as she saw a half open doorway in the alley behind the burnt out 
bakery. If she could get to the door she might have a chance to escape the 
certain ravishment that awaited her with the soviet soldiers. She clambered 
wildly, like a frightened deer, over the scattered rubble and nearly 
tripped, gasping for breath as she ran, her legs almost like rubber from 
lack of oxygen. 

Another twenty feet and she would be safe! A stone, aimed at her back, 
surged through the air with tremendous force, but missed its target by a few 
inches, glancing off of her shoulder. 

She felt the hard edge of the rock as it hit her and ricocheted into the 
rubble. Her equilibrium out of kilter from the unexpected force of the blow, 
suddenly gave way to a dizziness and her ankle twisted between two large 
blocks of granite. Her screaming voice might have been heard by someone on 
the block, but it would have been too late. Besides, there was nothing they 
could have done. The conquerors had all the guns. 

Eva fell to her knees and had no chance to get up. In half a second the 
huge, ugly Russian who had first grabbed her was upon her, covering her 
fallen body with all of his two hundred pounds of sweating flesh. 

She cried out in anguish and a heavy hand quickly covered her mouth with 
brutal force. 

Three more pairs of boots came running to the spot where she had been 
captured. "Please, Oh, God, don't," she screamed through the muffling hand 
that tried to hold her silent. Kurt's face flashed before her mind, watching 
her in her struggle. His words of warning echoed Russian joined the first 
and they lifted her to her feet, though she struggled. The other two 
communist soldiers watched as their comrades carried the still-fighting girl 
out of the ruin toward the alley. 

She fought desperately as they took her toward the doorway that she had 
thought would be her sanctuary. The one who had grabbed her first thrust her 
through the open door into the arms of another who had gone inside. He 
pulled her further into the darkened room and threw her onto a dilapidated 
couch. The others entered the small room and the one who had talked to her 
so nicely before, shut the door behind him. She tried to scream again, but 
was so terrified at what was going to happen that nothing could come from 
her open mouth. 

"Who goes first, Sergei," one of them asked the man who had just closed the 
door. "This one is so nice, Ivan," he said in German, "That I think she 
should be initiated by me." They were torturing the girl by speaking her own 
language, so that she would know exactly what would happen to her. 

Eva cringed as Ivan sat on the arm of the couch next to her and bent to 
touch her light brown hair. She tried to pull away as he came closer, his 
hot ugly breath permeating her nostrils, but his hairy hand grasped her and 
pulled her toward him. He was excited by the prospect of what lay ahead for 
him, and his heavy breathing increased, causing the terrified girl to nearly 
faint. 

Crying now, she could only think of what Kurt had told her about the 
depraved Russians. She tried to force the mental image of her captor's huge 
penis forcing itself in and out of her unwanting vagina, knowing that he 
would fill her with his white hot sperm as she lay beneath him, unable to 
help herself. 

Make them stop, she cried silently to Kurt. Please don't let them do this to 
me. Please make them stop. "First, though," Sergei said, sitting on the old 
couch next to her, "Let's have something to drink." 

Sergi motioned to Ivan to get off the couch and sat beside her himself. The 
other two men, Feodor and Leon were opening the bottle of Vodka and passing 
it between them pausing to offer some to the man and terrified woman on the 
couch. 

Sergei held the girl at the back of the neck with one hand, and stroked her 
leg with the other. Eva moaned incoherently, trying to plead with them to 
let her go. Her strength had been broken after she been forced inside the 
room. Tears of defeat streaked her cheeks as Sergei began to unbutton her 
light weight coat. 

She could feel the pressure released as each button was unfastened, slowly 
revealing her voluptuous rising and falling breasts. Through the smell of 
the Russians' unwashed bodies she could detect the piercing odor of homemade 
Vodka. It was easy for her to see that they were getting drunk. When they 
spoke, either Russian or German, their words were becoming heavy and 
slurred. She knew her time was running out. 

Why couldn't she be at home. Dear God, why isn't someone here to save me, 
she thought. What would happen to her afterwards? How could she continue 
living, knowing the ugliness that would; soon come from these four 
half-human animals! 

Sergei was grinning at her, his stained teeth showing from under his 
untrimmed mustache. He was removing her coat and breathing heavily in! 
anticipation of lying between her legs. She tried to; move away from him, 
but he merely had to pull at her to bring her closer yet to his foul breath 
Frightened more by his looks, she tried to pull away again, but could not. 
She could feel his rough calloused hands roving over her thighs beneath her 
tattered skirt and held her knees even more tightly together in a fruitless 
effort to avoid the inevitable rape. 

His huge hand found a weakness between the pliant white flesh of her legs 
and forced them apart. Excited by the nearness of a woman and driven by the 
vodka he could hardly control himself, feeling the rising hot flesh of his 
penis beneath his uniform pressing tightly against the coarse cloth. 

The other three Russians were laughing and watching the silent struggle on 
the couch. "Take some more," Leon said, offering the dirty bottle to his 
comrade with the girl. 

"Da," he yelled in Russian. "More fuel for the fire." 

His hand slid from between her thighs and: reached for the bottle, bringing 
it immediately to his mud stained lips and swallowing a huge mouthful. 
"Mmm," came a deep growl of appreciation from deep within his throat. 
"Always the best for us," he said, looking at the girl then back to his 
partners and laughing a deep bellied, heavy laugh. 

"Next," he said holding the bottle high for anyone to take. Leon took it 
back and swallowed another mouthful himself, then looked at the girl. 

The men crowded around the couch, knowing what would come next. Their 
grinning faces looked like ogres of death to the defenseless girl. "Here 
fraulein," Leon said, offering her the bottle. "Warm your insides well, or 
you might catch cold without your clothes." He thrust the bottle near her 
clenched lips, but she turned her head away from the dirty bottle, only to 
have it twisted back around again by Sergei, who was enjoying the game 
immensely. 

"Don't be shy," he said in German, and took the bottle with his other hand 
and forced the fiery hot liquid into her throat, almost choking her with the 
alcohol. He shook her head with his right hand and forced her to swallow 
again and again, until she had almost drunk half a pint. 

"Ah, Gut," Feodor said in German, almost gleefully. "She likes the party." 

He reached out and took the bottle, draining its contents in two mighty 
swallows. With a flick of his wrist he flung it over his shoulder and before 
it crashed against the wall, was opening another. Each man took several 
healthy swallows, Sergei brought the bottle again to the girl's lips, which 
opened and accepted the hot raw, vodka without protest. At least, for the 
moment, it would be a respite, and perhaps they would all drink themselves 
into a stupor, so that even if they did rape her, she would not feel the 
horror as much. 

Sergei lifted the girl onto his lap with a grunt and ran his fingers over 
the smooth soft flesh of her thighs and rounded moons of her buttocks, while 
she still tried to protest, squirming in vain at the large exploring hands. 

"What're you waiting for," Ivan asked. "We don't have much more time." The 
big man was impatient for his comrade to get on with it, so that he could 
have his turn. "Fuck her and get it over with," he said. 

Sergei's hands moved with more urgency exploring the softness of the girls 
submitting thighs, caressing them with lusty strength. "Ugh," he grunted. "I 
can't wait any longer." 

Eva rolled her head to the side trying to blot out the brutal touch of the 
big man's hands. Though in a semi-drunken stupor from the large quantity of 
vodka that had been poured down her throat, she still tried to struggle, 
moving her hips in an effort to escape the cruel searching fingers that 
longed to find the soft sensual flesh between her legs. 

Her undulating hips and increased breathing only encourage the big man in 
his quest. He sought her further, pressing the throbbing penis that pushed 
for freedom within his trousers against her leg, rubbing it along her thigh 
as his hand sought the soft elastic edge of her panties. 

"No," she begged, "Please don't, no!" But her cries went unnoticed, as 
Sergei quickened his rubbing against her leg. The folds of her dress were 
bunched at the apex of her thighs exposing the dark triangle of silken hair 
beneath her panties. The big Russian bit at her neck while two of his 
fingers fought their way underneath the tight elastic leg band of her 
panties to the hidden Lips of her vagina. 

Eva recoiled at his touch, trying to fight him off with her hands, the 
lust-incited Russian brushed them playfully aside incited even further by 
the sweet smell of womanhood that began to dampen his fingers as he probed 
at the pink flesh of the soft hair-lined lips between her legs. 

It was happening! There would be no turning back for the horrified girl now. 
She knew she was about to be raped and nothing could be done to prevent it. 
Her heart pounded a fantastic beat as her fear took over completely. 

Every moment of her life from this minute on would be stained with the 
memory of being brutally raped by a gang of Russian soldiers who had already 
killer her countrymen and would kill more and rape more women. How could she 
ever face her husband or family, knowing that she had been used like an 
animal for the pleasure of men who were no better than the lowest worms on 
earth. 

Why me, she thought. Why me and why today? Why did I have to be in front of 
the bakery at that time, exposed and vulnerable to the whims of vicious, 
crude men. She thrashed her head back and forth trying to black out the 
reality of what was happening, but the pain of the big Russian's fingernails 
digging into her soft flesh as he ripped her panties from her smooth, 
rounded hips, brought her back to the reality of the room and the four men 
surrounding her. 

"Aaah," the four said in unison, looking at the exposed triangle of damp 
silken hair that glistened between her thighs in the half light of the room. 
Their eyes were wide with lustful delight at the sight before them, each 
straining as if being held by horses from the sensual picture offered them 
by the girl's naked thighs. 

"I'm first!" Leon shouted and pulled Sergei away from the girl, but before 
he could open his pants, the larger Russian jumped up and grabbed his 
attacker, wrestling him to the floor, pounding at his head with massive 
fists. 

Fedor took immediate advantage of his comrades' scuffling and threw himself 
on the couch beside the girl pulling her head back by the hair, viciously 
pressing his mouth against her. Then he thrust his hard wet tongue deep into 
her throat and muffled her cries for help. 

Eva recoiled at the man's ungodly filthy smell and tried to fight him off, 
but his strength was too great and she fell helplessly back against the 
divan. Her open eyes watched Ivan's lewd lust-contorted face as he carefully 
observed every move his friend was making, knowing that he too, could soon 
follow suit and rape her as viciously as the other would. 

She felt like a limp, rubber doll as the Russian held her up and quickly 
jerked her coat off, then with one fierce tug ripped her dress from her 
body. Totally naked Eva tried to clench all her muscles together to hide her 
nakedness, but the movement only incited the Russian to hurry and he 
wrenched her tightly held legs apart and groped with his huge fingers for 
the wetness between her quivering thighs. 

The girl tried to fight the intrusion, but had no strength left in her long 
sleek legs. She felt the hand pushing against her last wall of defense, her 
tightly clenched thighs, but then without warning the sex maddened Russian 
thrust his middle finger deep into her already wet vagina. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" the girl screamed in pain as she felt the finger push its 
calloused hardness deep into the tender cavern of her warm, moist vagina, 
pressing hard against the soft cuntal walls, raking the flesh with its 
brutal knuckles. The pain was almost too much as he ground his finger around 
and jerked it again and again inside her aching hair lined vagina. 

She tried to fight the onslaught by twisting her hips, rotating them to 
counter the movements of his probing fingers, but it only excited him 
further and quickly and savagely he thrust a second finger into the opening, 
nearly splitting the girl open with his brutal unwanted intrusion. 

"Oooohhhh," she moaned in anguish, trying to blot out the pain, but only 
encouraging her attacker further. Breathing heavily she rolled her head to 
the side and saw the lewdly grinning Ivan, his hand rubbing the swollen 
bulge in his crotch, watching her with glazed eyes, a wet tongue hanging 
from his open mouth. 

The other two had stopped fighting, having exhausted each other and were 
content to watch from the floor. They knew they would have her soon, and the 
obscene spectacle of watching the young girl raped by one of their comrades 
would only heighten their depraved craving for her. 

Suddenly the two heavy fingers slipped out of her wet vagina with a loud 
sucking sound. He was done, she thought, hoping that he would leave her 
alone, but deep down inside she knew it was only the beginning. 

Lifting her head to see Feador unbuttoning the loosely fastened fly of his 
trousers as fast as he could, she screamed, "No please, don't do it, 
please!!" 

The lewd grin behind his rough beard broadened as he undid the last button. 
He quickly slipped his pants down his thighs a few inches to expose the 
largest cock she had ever imagined jutting out from his hairy body with a 
slight curve upward, twitching in the open air of its final freedom. "Oh, 
no! she yelled, as he lunged on top of her, the massive blood filled cock 
inserting itself between her thighs. 

She clenched the muscles of her pink ruffled vaginal opening tightly as she 
could hoping to keep the huge swollen prick from entering and j ravaging the 
deep cavern of her unwilling cunt." But the rough hand between her thighs 
probed at the soft pink flesh of her cuntal lips trying to gain a hold to 
open the way for throbbing cock that followed inches behind. Slowly but 
surely the insisting finger gained entrance, widening the opening with each 
slight twist of the knuckle, until suddenly it was in, sliding all the way 
inside her, touching that hard tip of her cervix with its calloused tip. 

"Uuugghhh," she moaned, feeling the huge finger rasp along the smooth sides 
of her cuntal walls, digging at the soft flesh with uncaring savagery, 
preparing her for the onslaught of the giant twitching cock that awaited 
only the removal of the finger for its entrance into her cringing cunt that 
would bring its swollen tip into the heat of her insides. 

She moaned against the pain of the fingers inside her as she felt the 
twisting of his hips as he brought his huge cock closer to her opening, 
snaking its way along the soft, reddening flesh of her thighs. She breathed 
a sigh of quick relief when he suddenly removed his finger from within her 
and took the rubbery tip of his oversized organ in his hand, pulling it to 
the wet slit of her cunt and began to gently tease the raw sensitive flesh 
with-it. 

His friends shouted encouragement as he stroked her cunt with the hardened 
tip, sending razor-like shocks of ecstatic pleasure through his legs and 
body, forcing the short gasps of breath from between his lips. "She's ready 
now," he gasped through clenched teeth, grinning lewdly down at the 
terrified young German girl. 

"No," she pleaded uselessly, "No, don't. I'm married and have a husband." 

But he only laughed a deep guttural laugh to the glee of his fellow rapists 
as he sought the still tight opening of her cunt. She could feel the 
pulsating tip as it touched the tender wet entranceway that he had already 
stretched wide with his brutal probing fingers. The few clear drops of semen 
forming on the massive head mingled with her own protective wetness. In a 
moment it would be done, she would be raped and filled with the hot sperm of 
a sex-crazed invading enemy who would probably kill her once they had all 
had a turn at her. 

Tears of shame and frustration filled her eyes, shame at being used by them 
so savagely and frustration at not being able to do anything about it. For, 
her would last only a few more minutes, crushed under the weight of a savage 
barbarian. "Noooooo," she groaned. With a slow even rhythm the Russian 
pressed forward with his large hips again and again, his huge throbbing cock 
forcing entrance to her tight resisting cunt until, with one final thrust it 
broke her weakened resistance and filled the terrified girl with its massive 
hard hot flesh. 

"Aaaaarrgghhhhh!" she screamed, sobbing, "Noo noooooooo!" 

Her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists, swinging wildly through 
tear filled eyes at the excited beast who was ravaging her, sinking into her 
hair-lined pussy with his huge prick. He was scraping the inner walls of her 
smooth wet cunt again and again in spastic rhythm, humiliating her with mad 
lusty contact as he hung over her, helpless body, ignoring her futile 
efforts to fight him off. 

He hung for a moment, looking at the humiliated girl he was tormenting. As 
she tried to swing at him again, he slapped her hard one time, causing her 
to whimper and fall back. He pulled her forward with one large hand to bring 
her warm body closer so that he could feel her heat as he buried his giant 
cock to its hilt deep within her pulsating cunt filling her wet passage 
completely with the lust incited flesh. 

It was over for Eva, who suddenly realized that no matter what resistance 
she afforded, she had lost. She was being raped by a vicious beast who 
didn't care what she felt. Her fate was sealed as she felt the red hot hard 
cock inside her, teasing at the walls of her cunt, widening it with each 
slow stroke. Through her tears she tried to moan in protest, but knew that 
nothing would come, and fell back limply, held down by the muscled arm of 
her attacker. She had lost and in her torment knew that any further 
resistance was useless. It might even drive them to greater brutality. 

The pain lessened as she relaxed in acceptance, feeling the big man explore 
her smooth quivering body with his rough hands, at the same time rotating 
his hips and engaging the rigid cock in a new tantalizing movement inside 
her. 

Through her half silent sobbing she could her him gasping, "Da! Da it's 
good! tight!" It was the first time the Russian had raped a woman, in fact 
the first time he had been near a woman in two months and the soft burning 
touch of her sweating flesh excited him more than he had imagined. He could 
feel the wetness surrounding his thrusting cock as he stroked inside her 
fiery vagina. It made each thrust easier as it lubricated the passage and 
the red rubbery tip of the swollen weapon that he plunged inside her, all 
the time watching her with wild glazed eyes as she whimpered silently 
beneath him, completely at his mercy. 

Mesmerized by the lewd picture on the couch, the other three Russians stood 
with their mouths open massaging the tight bulges in their trousers, waiting 
for Feodor to finish so that they too might taste the honeyed flesh of the 
young girl who had submitted so easily to their demands, fulfilling at last 
the pent up desires of their long awaited pleasure. Feodor, though the girl 
had relaxed, could still feel her extreme fearful tightness as he pumped 
with his massive prick, while it grew strong and even larger, incited by he 
wet sensual touch of the smooth, wet walls of her burning cunt. Each stroke 
brought him closer to insanity as he speeded his pace furiously, the 
pain-pleasure of his fucking driving him to higher ecstasy. He watched with 
wild bulging eyes the tortured girl beneath him writhed with fear and 
humiliation as he used her more and more savagely as the pressure of his 
building sperm increased in wild intensity in his pumping loins below. 

Eva cried in fear more than in pain as she thought of the possibility of 
becoming pregnant by the beast who rode her so viciously. But the sadistic 
fucking was burning her wet cunt and arousing her at the same time. Oh no, 
she thought as the tingling in her groin became fiery hot. What is happening 
to me now? It was impossible, yet it was happening! She could feel herself 
excited by the continuous thrusting of the Russian bear on top of her, 
digging into her shoulders with a terrible grip and turning her on to the 
masochistic pleasure of being raped. 

She began to wail as the rising tide of sexual climax exposed itself to her 
like a half hidden demon that had lived within her for years. She could not 
stop, yet her wailing and crying continued, humiliated beyond her wildest 
dreams until.... 

The thick inflated cock began to twitch spastically inside her as the big 
man felt the pressure in his huge balls break the dam of resistance and 
begin shooting spurts of white hot sperm into the writhing German girl's 
belly. 

"Nooooo," Eva wailed while the white hot liquid spewed into her belly 
filling her with shame and fear as she tried to buck the big man off, only 
to meet his pelvis with hers in a grinding sexual dance, until suddenly he 
collapsed on top of her, his heavy foul breath burning her ears, as she felt 
unfulfilled by this man who had stopped so quickly, resting on top of her 
while his giant cock slowly deflated inside her. 

"I'm next," Eva heard Ivan growl as he pulled Feodor off her, throwing him 
to the floor and quickly pulling his trousers off his ankles. 

Terrified at being raped again, yet through the horror of it all, needing to 
be fulfilled, the girl stared at the man while he pulled off his pants, then 
like a huge bear, fell upon her, spreading her legs with his hands. She 
clenched her eyes tightly shut as she felt him positioning his already 
tormented cock at the entranceway to her ravaged cunt when suddenly 
everything stopped. 

Out in the street in front of the baker the loud crack of rifle fire and 
chatter of machine guns filled the air. Ivan jumped from the girl, more 
terrified of being killed than wanting to fuck the helpless girl. He pulled 
on his pants as the others quickly covered the door, buttoning their own 
trousers and checking to make sure that their weapons were loaded. Eva lay 
panting on the couch, completely out of breath and horrified at the 
possibility that the fight may kill them all. She numbly stared at the door, 
groping on the floor for her torn dress while she watched the Russians, one 
by one, leave the, room and enter the alleyway, until in less than a minute 
they were gone, leaving her completely alone with the lewd, hot sperm of one 
of them embedded warmly in the soft confines of her womb. 

Still whimpering she put on her coat, finding it hard to stand because of 
the terrible soreness between her ravaged thighs. Through her tear-filled 
eyes she saw a door at the other end of the room and staggered toward it. 
She could hear the firing in the street growing in a crescendo of death 
after her rapists had joined the fight. She knew that she must escape now, 
before they returned. 

In a moment she reached the door and found it unlocked. On the other side 
she could see a long dark hallway leading to another door and another street 
beyond. With all her remaining strength she tried to walk along the dark 
passage, bouncing off the wall as she reeled in pain and the humiliation of 
her lost innocence sobbing helplessly between her gasping moans. 

The door at the end of the hall was also unlocked. Whoever had lived there 
had left in a hurry, she thought, seeing two overcoats still hanging on 
hooks. Slowly she opened the door and poked her head out, expecting to have 
it shot off, hut found the street deserted. The fighting was going only on 
the street by the bakery, leaving the passage for her escape clear. 

Gingerly she stepped out onto the porch and looked again. Still no one was 
to be seen. Quickly she went down the steps, holding on to the rail for 
support. But her legs were still weak and unstable, feeling almost like 
rubber beneath her. She paused for a moment at the bottom of the steps, 
trying to orient herself. 

Once she recognized where she was, she began to run, almost falling at every 
step, barely hearing her footsteps under the sound of her sobbing. She 
grabbed at anything that was handy for support, nearly knocking over a line 
of garbage cans, trying to keep her balance. 

Ahead of her half a block away, Eva could see a familiar ruin and guided her 
feet toward it. I must make it, she thought, knowing that anything further 
away would be impossible. With one last tremendous effort the girl dashed 
across the street like a wounded soldier seeking cover. She fell through an 
open door into a bombed out butcher shop and collapsed in a heap behind the 
cover of a still-standing wall. 

Safe, she thought, oh God, I'm safe. Her mind reeled in relief, thinking of 
the terrifying rape that she had just submitted to, trying to understand 
everything that had happened, until nothing but blackness filled the 
frightened girl's consciousness and she passed out to the world. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Karen," Erika called through the closed door. "Are you ready yet?" She 
didn't wait for an answer, but turned the tarnished handle and opened the 
heavy dark door to her friend's room. Erika had taken great care to pack 
essential items for herself, not knowing how long she would be gone or 
where, for that matter, where she would be going. In less than half an hour 
she had prepared herself for the unknown journey. 

Karen was stretched out on the bedspread, her beautiful long legs completely 
exposed to the tight elastic of her pink panties. An open suitcase, only 
half full, lay on a chair beside the large double bed, its contents neatly 
packed. Her muffled sobs punctuated the otherwise stillness of the room. The 
thought of leaving, coupled with the horrid scene of battle from earlier in 
the afternoon, had broken the girl's sensitive shell. 

Erika, hearing her friend's muffled crying rushed to her friend's side. 
"Darling," she said, "that's no way to be. Please tell me, what's the 
matter?" 

Karen turned her head, not wanting Erika to see her tear streaked face. She 
was ashamed that she should be so weak in front of the younger girl who had 
been through as much as she, yet was able to be stronger. Erika tugged at 
her shoulder, urging her to roll over and face her. 

Stifling her tears, Karen turned to face her friend, trying to wipe away the 
shameful tears. "It's nothing," she said. "Really, I'm all right." 

Erika held her hand to comfort the older girl. She, too, was terrified by 
the unknown journey that lay before them and knew what was going on in 
Karen's stricken mind, but knew also that it was up to her to be strong 
enough for both of them. "It's going to be all right," she said in a 
reassuring tone that only a woman would understand. "There won't be much of 
a wait until it's all over, and then we'll be able to come back." 

Karen felt the bond between them and believed what her friend was telling 
her, even more than Erika believed it herself. "I don't know what's come 
over me," Karen said, wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. 
"It's just that everything is so confusing and so frightening ... I-I'm just 
scared." 

Erika pulled her closer, holding Karen to her breast as the older girl 
shivered in her protective arms. She felt the warmth of being comforted by 
another woman who understood, and in a moment was much calmer. 

"Come on," Erika said. "I'll help you finish packing" 

"I don't know what to take," Karen said. "We don't know where we're going, 
or for how long. It's impossible to guess." 

"Here," Erika said. "I'll show you," and began opening drawers to find the 
necessary items, not overlooking the precious nylon stockings that Karen had 
received from an admiring Nazi officer. Working together, the two girls had 
packed Karen's bag in less than ten minutes. 

As they closed the suitcase and snapped the locks, Erika heard a commotion 
in the hallway downstairs. She stood upright, trying to listen to what the 
chattering voices were saying. Could it be the Russians already, she thought 
as she turned her eyes toward Karen who stood stock still, frozen with fear. 

"Erika!" Hans' voice yelled from the bottom of the staircase. "Erika, come 
here!" Obeying quickly, she opened the door and rushed to the head of the 
stairs where she saw her husband looking up from his wheelchair. "What is 
it," she asked. "Get some hand towels and come downstairs and heat some 
water," he ordered quickly. "Kurt is here with Eva." 

"What's wrong," Sue asked, afraid of the worst. "Never mind, just bring the 
towels and hurry!" 

Erika ran down the dimly lit hallway and pulled a bundle of small towels 
from the linen closet, then turned to go downstairs. At the bottom, she 
passed the closed door of her husband's study and heard voices from within, 
but continued on to the kitchen where she filled a large pot with water and 
turned on the stove. 

Waiting for the water to boil, she decided to find out what had happened. 
Walking toward the study, she bumped into Karen who was waiting for her in 
the hallway, afraid to go into the room by herself. Carefully, Erika rapped 
on the large door. 

"Come in," a familiar voice said from within. As she opened the door, Erika 
could see her husband and Kurt looking at someone on the couch whose back 
was toward her. The two men looked up at her. "The water's heating," she 
said defensively, as if she had to justify being in the room. "What's wrong? 
Where's Eva?" Both questions were answered for her as she walked to the 
front of the divan. "Oh," she gasped, holding her hand over her mouth. 

Bruised and battered, the unconscious body of Eva lay stretched out on the 
couch, a small horse blanket covering her. Hans looked up at his wife and 
said, "She's been raped by those bastard Russians." Erika began to cry as 
she looked at her unconscious friend, her breath coming in uncontrolled 
sobs. Rape! The ugly word that she was becoming, so frightened of. This was 
rape! This was the result, a girl half dead from fear and shock, ravaged by 
unknown soldiers from the east, bitter and ugly men who didn't care at all 
about human life or dignity. 

Hans had warned her, she thought between sobs, her hands covering her eyes 
as she tried to hide her face. She would rather die than be raped and 
humiliated by the conquerors like this. "Oh, my God," she said aloud. 

"He found her in the ruins about three blocks from here," Hans said to his 
wife, looking at Kurt. "She was delirious, babbling about the Russians and 
what they had done." 

Hans paused for a moment, looking at Karen whose limp body lay on the floor 
where she had fainted. He didn't care for the girl who had invaded his 
house, and said nothing. 

"She told me there were four of them," Kurt said, not taking his eyes from 
his unconscious wife. "I couldn't understand everything, but it must have 
been a miracle that let her escape. I heard shooting and ducked into a 
building, where I found her lying unconscious with her clothes all ripped 
and torn this way. 

Erika stopped her crying in an effort to regain her senses. Her friend had 
been raped, ruined, by savages and she couldn't stand it. She started to 
leave the room. "Where are you going," Hans said in a gruff voice. 

"The water," she said, pointing toward the hallway. "The water's ready," she 
finished, and left the room to get the boiling water and towels to help heal 
the injured girls bruises, knowing that nothing could be done to heal her 
injured mind after what had happened. By eight o'clock that evening, Eva had 
regained consciousness and was able to take some hot broth. A doctor had 
been summoned, and examined the girl very carefully, finally telling her 
husband that everything would be all right once she recovered from the 
shock. He prescribed some medicines that Kurt had gone to a pharmacy to get. 
But he found the drugstore closed, and had to break in to get what he 
needed. 

Hans had directed all other operations, getting the girls prepared for their 
escape, and preparing Eva for the same, with the authority of a high Nazi 
field commander. Eva sat on the couch, clothed in one of Erika's dresses, 
sipping the hot beef broth that had been prepared for her .She had said 
nothing since regaining consciousness, but only looked around, bewildered by 
where she was, not sure that she was safe. When Karen had brought her the 
bowl of broth she smiled her first sign of recognition. 

She sat sipping from a large spoon, her friends watching, trying not to push 
her, when Kurt burst into the room after his trip, to the pharmacy. "Our 
time is running out," he said. "I almost didn't make it back because of the 
patrols. The Russians are searching every house." Out of breath, he sat 
beside his wife, trying to console her, while the others clamored about for 
answers. "Do you know how long we have?" Hans asked him anxiously. "Not more 
than half an hour. I ran into a patrol two blocks away, but luckily they 
didn't see me ... "How many were there?" Hans interrupted. 

"I'm not sure," Kurt said. "But it doesn't really matter. The war will be 
over in a few days. When I hid from the patrol I ran into two German 
soldiers who were also hiding. They've deserted the army because of a rumor 
one of their friends had told them." 

"What rumor?" Erika asked. "Hitler is dead!" The others gasped and even Eva 
raised her head in a sign of astonishment. If Hitler was dead, there was no 
one else to lead and the war would definitely be over. "Of course," Kurt 
said. "It's only a rumor, but they said that he killed himself and his 
mistress." 

"Dead," Hans whispered bitterly. "The goddamned coward! After everything he 
has done to destroy the world, he takes the easy way out and destroys 
himself, the bastard!" 

Yet for Hans it was a moment of triumph. The Nazi was dead, confirming his 
belief that he could depend on no one for anything. He knew that his life 
was nearly over because of the folly of a lunatic who quit when the going 
got tough. He knew that Hitler cared not for Germany nor for the master 
race, but only for himself. "The Bastard!" he said again. "They're coming," 
Karen said from her position near the window, where she had been standing 
since Kurt had come in. "I can see them down the block. They're going into 
the Braun's house." 

The others looked at the terrified girl for a moment, then at each other. 
The time had come for them to go, or possibly die, or worse yet, for Erika 
and Karen to face what had happened to Eva. 

Hans was first to speak. "We've no time to waste," he said, looking at Kurt. 
"Do you think she can go with you," he continued, looking at Eva 
questioningly. Before her husband could answer she said, "I'll be all right. 
I'm strong enough to go wherever I have to. Don't worry about me." 

Kurt was astonished at his wife's first words, but Hans only smiled and 
nodded. "Good, then," he said. "The suitcases are in the hallway. Erika, you 
and Karen get them and take them downstairs along with Eva. I have something 
to say to Kurt before you leave." 

Obediently she followed his orders, ushering the other two girls into the 
hallway and picking up two suitcases herself, leaving the third for Karen 
who was staying close to Eva, fearful that she was not strong enough to 
walk. 

While the men talked, she led her two friends down the cellar stairs to the 
dark damp basement. The cellar was divided into four rooms by wooden 
partitions, one room full of preserves, another with discarded junk and old 
suitcases, and a third half-filled with coal for the furnace, while the 
fourth was empty. The girls followed Erika into the coal bin to hide, while 
she went into the storage room and picked up a half dozen jars of preserves. 

The bin filled their lungs with the dry, clinging scent of fresh coal. There 
was no where for them to sit, and they seemed to pick up coal dust all over 
their clothing without even moving. Karen backed into the shovel and knocked 
it over, the sudden noise, startling her and Eva almost to the point of 
tears. 

They were about to flee their own home from an ugly enemy, an enemy they had 
only caught glimpses of, except for Eva, who had been closer to the Russians 
than any of them ever wanted to be. They could all feel the tension in the 
stifling smell of the cellar where they stood, afraid to make a sound, not 
knowing how close the Russians might be. 

Kurt made little noise as he came down the stairs, only enough to announce 
his coming. "We're to wait here for a couple hours," he said. "Hans thinks 
that he can keep the Russians from searching the house. He told me to tell 
you goodbye, Erika." 

"No," she said, fear in her voice. She couldn't leave him like that, not 
after everything that they had been through together. He was still her 
husband. Without thinking further she started to run up the stairs, but felt 
a strong hand grab her ankle and bring her to a complete halt. 

"He told me not to let you go upstairs," Kurt said as he gently pulled her 
away from the door. "The Russians are too close and might hear or see you. 
You must stay here." 

Tearfully she let herself be led away from the stairs back to the coal bin. 
There would be no escape. She knew that she would never see her husband 
again. 

Eva and Karen were trying to comfort her when they were startled by a loud 
knocking at the front door above them. "Sssshhhhhl" they heard Kurt whisper. 
"They're here." 

As quietly as possible the three girls and their protector huddled together 
in the empty corner of the bin, trying to hear what was being said four feet 
above them. The harsh Russian voices filtered through the air vents into the 
bin. 

"Who lives here," a Russian asked in halted German. "Only me," Hans replied, 
his voice strong with conviction. "Your name," the Russian demanded, not 
knowing that his every word could be heard by the four escapees in the 
basement below. 

Hans gave his name to the gruff voice, and moved his wheelchair away as the 
soldier and his two comrades entered the house and began a scanty search of 
the premises. 

"Where does this go," the sergeant said in his heavily accented voice. "Only 
the cellar," Hans said, not allowing any commitment from himself. 

Instead of opening the door, the Russian turned and walked toward the study 
where he saw a picture of Hans in uniform on the mantelpiece. He held it for 
a moment, studying the face in the picture and looking at the man in the 
wheelchair. 

"Where were you wounded?" he asked. "In France," Hans lied, knowing that he 
shouldn't tell the sergeant he had been fighting on the Russian front. 

The Russian said nothing more to Hans, but joined his two troopers in the 
hall where he talked to them for a few moments. The guttural Russian was 
impossible to understand for the four huddled in the basement. It was only a 
matter of time, they thought, until the cellar would be searched and they 
would be captured. 

"You're coming with us," the sergeant told Hans. 

Kurt put his hand over Erika's mouth just in time to stifle a cry of 
anguish. Her husband was being taken, but for what. Tears poured over her 
cheeks and across Kurt's strong hand. She relaxed, knowing that she would 
not scream, and Kurt let her go. It was over. None of them had heard Hans 
protest. They could hear only the slight squeaking of the wheels of his 
mobile chair as he was pushed out of the house and onto the porch. It would 
have done him no good to protest, and now he was gone, leaving Erika alone 
in the world, except for her three friends who could be of no comfort to her 
for the loss of a husband. 

More than an hour has passed since the Russians had taken Hans away and 
Erika had slept almost the entire time, unconscious to the whimpering of 
Karen and the consoling words that Kurt had tried to give her. It was nearly 
time for them to go, and Kurt nudged her to wake the sleeping girl and tell 
her to be ready. 

Suddenly, just as she was brushing the sleep out of her eyes, she was 
startled by a loud noise upstairs. Erika froze, her eyes wide with fear, but 
Karen whimpered even more loudly, terrified that the Russians had returned. 

"Goddamn it!" they heard a voice say in German. "Watch where the hell you're 
going," another German muttered to the first. 

In the basement below, listening through the air vents, the three girls 
bunched closely together, while Kurt left the safety of the dark coal bin to 
climb the stairs and find out who the two Germans in the house were. They 
had no business there, unless they too were trying to escape. 

As Kurt climbed to the third step the door above him opened and an unshaven 
fleshy face peered through the darkness at him. "Werner," the man said. 
"There's someone down here!" 

Hearing the footsteps of the other man race toward the cellar door, Kurt 
yelled at the fat man who looked at him. "What are you doing here," he 
demanded. "What do you want?" 

Seeing that Kurt had only one arm, the fat man . descended the stairs, 
confident that he could overpower the cripple, if need be, especially since 
his partner was following him down the stairs. 

Kurt backed down the stairs to the cellar floor where he felt he would have 
a better chance if the man attacked him. "So," the fat man said. "The 
Russians didn't get everyone in this house, did they?" Kurt repeated his 
question with as much authority as he could muster, "What are you doing in 
this house?" 

The fleshy face seemed to bounce as the man laughed. "Who are you to ask me 
that? I know you don't belong here either, so what are you doing here? Are 
you interested in splitting the take?" 

The take, Kurt thought, looters!, criminals inherent to every society, 
parasitic animals eager to take advantage of any disaster so that they may 
steal and perhaps kill as a way of life. The Russian invasion would make it 
easy for these men to get away with any crime that they cared to commit. 
Looting a house might he the least of their offenses. 

"Get out," Kurt yelled. "This is my house. Get out!" 

The fat man only laughed, and Kurt knew that his bluff would not work. He 
would have to protect himself against these men in order to save the three 
girls, but he had only one arm, and there were two adversaries. 

Kurt kept stepping backwards as the fat man approached him. Werner stood 
silent, an ugly grin on his face, an ugly blackjack in his right hand. "A 
cripple with a single arm is going to tell me what to do," the fat man said 
to his partner. "Do you want him, or shall I?" 

"Let me," Werner said. "I haven't messed up an overglorified war hero in at 
least a week. I'll teach him what pain really is." 

Erika held her hand over Karen's mouth to keep her whimperings from being 
heard as she watched the spectacle before her. Kurt backed into the wall and 
was stopped from any further movement as Werner approached him, stroking the 
blackjack as a woman might stroke a man's swollen penis. 

Suddenly he struck out with a lightening fast swing at Kurt, but the one 
armed man ducked and only caught a glancing blow on the shoulder that 
knocked him to the floor. As he fell, he rolled into the coal bin and 
grabbed the heavy shovel with his strong hand. 

Karen's scream caught Werner off guard long enough for Kurt to jump to his 
feet, and before the looter could protect himself, Kurt smashed the shovel 
heavily against the side of his face, knocking him dazed to the floor. 

The fat man jumped back as Kurt came toward him wielding the coal shovel. 
"No, no," he yelled. "Don't hit me!" Kurt thought for a moment. It would be 
almost like murder, killing even this swine. "Pick him up," Kurt commanded, 
and the fat man obeyed, bending to aid his stricken friend. 

Though frightened, the fat man looked into the coal bin and saw the figures 
of the three girls hiding in the corner. Obviously they were planning an 
escape, he thought. Well, they won't get far. 

"Werner, come on, get up," he said, tugging at his friend's shoulders. He 
hadn't the strength to lift the man by himself, and he knew that Kurt would 
not help him. 

In a moment, they were both on their feet and Kurt spoke. "Upstairs," he 
said, pointing to the steps. "Take him upstairs and outside, and don't come 
near this house again, or you'll both be dead!" 

Without another word Kurt followed the pair up the stairs and to the door 
where he made sure the street was empty before letting them out. He watched 
them hobble off down the street, then returned to the basement and the 
terrified girls. 

"I don't think we'll have much more time," he told them. "It's possible that 
those pigs will tell the Russians that you're down here. I'm sure he heard 
you scream when I hit the little one." 

"What are we going to do, Kurt," Eva asked, while she tried to comfort 
Karen, who was sobbing uncontrollably. She had been brutally ravished and 
then watched her husband nearly kill a man yet still had the presence of 
mind to be the strongest of the three. 

"We'll wait another five minutes, then leave. I'll go first to see if 
everything is clear, then you three follow me. We'll leave through the 
cellar door, and try to make it through the alley." 

The next few minutes were passed in silence. Erika and Eva tried to comfort 
Karen, while Kurt stood by the door, looking for any approaching soldiers. 
If his plan worked, they would be able to escape, if not, any fate might 
await them. 

"I'm going now," he said to his wife. "I'll signal you from the alley if the 
way is clear, and then you follow." 

She nodded agreement and closed the door behind him, watching through the 
broken glass for his signal. Just as he reached the alley, a tremendous 
crash thundered through the house from the front door. Oh God, she thought, 
the Russians! "Let's go," she yelled to the two girls behind her and opened 
the door to run to her husband. 

Erika followed close behind, and stopped to turn when she heard a scream 
from the basement Karen! They got Karen! Again the scream, and she started 
to run back to the house when Kurt's powerful hand grabbed her. "It's too 
late," he said. "If you go back they'll get all of us!" 

"No," she started to scream, but he quickly; muffled her anguish cry, and 
pulled her away to the alley where Eva waited. "Let's go," he said, and they 
started to run. Oh God, Erika cried to herself. Karen, poor Karen, what will 
they do to you? 

When Eva had called to them to run, Karen had started to follow, but tripped 
and twisted her ankle. For a moment the pain grasped at her throat and would 
not let her call for help. She raised herself to her hands and knees when 
suddenly a huge hand grabbed her by the shoulder, and spun her around. 

"Ooh, nooooo!" she screamed into the face of a bearded Russian soldier. 
"Nooo, help, Oooohhh, please help!" 

"Heh, heh," he chuckled. "Leon, look what I've found for us." 

Directly behind him stood another Soviet trooper, bearded and haggard in his 
torn and blood stained uniform. "Well, Ivan," he said. "We aren't going to 
lose this one, that's for goddamn sure." 

"You're goddamned right," Ivan said. "To hell with the others. We'll let 
them go and make the most of this one," he continued, laughing a lewd ugly 
laugh. "Come on, you," he growled at the girl, lifting her to her feet with 
one powerful jerk and propelling her toward the stairs. "W-what are you 
going to do," she asked between gasps for breath. "Ha ha," Leon laughed in 
his deep, guttural throat. "Tell her what we're going to do, Ivan," he said 
in broken German. 

Ivan had the girl by the arm and was pushing her up the stairs, driven by 
the memory of the girl he had almost had a few hours before. He could still 
feel the ache between his legs as he pushed the girl to the top of the 
steps, giving her one hard shove and forcing her to fall in a heap on the 
kitchen floor. Karen could hear Leon's sadistic laugh behind her as she felt 
Ivan grab her by the arm and again lift her savagely to her feet, almost 
tearing her shoulders apart with the force. Maybe they would just take her 
prisoner like they did to Hans, she thought, still not believing what was 
taking place. It was impossible for her to imagine that she would become 
these animals' victim in a vicious sexual assault. 

His rifle slung over his shoulder as he pushed the girl in front of him down 
the dark hallway, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of torn 
panties. "I'm going to add yours to these," he said, waving them in front of 
her face. 

Horror filled Karen's tortured mind as she looked at the initials on the 
shredded panties, E.S. "Oh," she gasped. They were Eva's panties, the same 
ones she had seen Kurt give her for Christmas the year before. These were 
the men who had viciously raped her friend, and now they were going to do it 
to her too! 

Tears streamed down her face as the big man pushed her again. She had to 
escape this vicious criminal before he could get her completely under 
control. It's dark enough in the hallway, she thought, I must get away. 

She heard the big man behind her say something to his friend. Seeing a 
possible chance, she bolted toward the door in the dark hallway. As she 
pulled the big door open she heard a loud crash behind her as Ivan slammed 
into the table that sat near the doorway. 

Once out on the porch she ran down the six steps in two strides and broke 
toward the left, when suddenly she was smashed to the ground by a vicious 
blow from behind. Dazed, she tried to tumble to her feet, but felt the heavy 
grip of Ivan's hand on her arm once again. 

"Stupid bitch!" he yelled at her and slapped her hard across the face, 
stinging every inch of her soft white skin. "No woman can escape Ivan," he 
said to her gruffly, pulling her back toward the house. 

Karen felt us if her whole body were being shaken apart by the brute who 
jostled her roughly up the steps, taking care to hurt her as much as he 
could with the strong hand that held her tightly. Her chance to escape had 
failed and she knew there would be no turning back. Her memory flashed back 
to the picture of Eva lying on the couch, bruised and unconscious. Now it 
was her turn, and she didn't know quite what to expect, but whatever it was, 
she knew it was not going to be pleasant. 

At the top of the steps Ivan threw her through the open door into the huge 
body of Leon, who stood with his arms open wide to entangle her in his 
bear-like grasp. "Ugh," she grunted as she hit his stocky body and grabbed 
at him to stay on her feet. The stocky man held her tightly and tried to 
kiss her with his grime-covered lips, his unpleasant breath nearly burning 
the inside of her nostrils. "Ha," Ivan demanded to his friend, "give her 
back. I found her and I'm going to have her first." He spoke in Russian and 
the girl didn't know what he said until suddenly she found herself being 
lifted into the air by Leon and put roughly down onto Ivan's broad 
shoulders. 

"Danke," Ivan said, smiling through his overgrown mustache. He was going to 
take the prize he had been denied earlier and screw her until she couldn't 
talk, giving no quarter to the soft smooth flesh he felt beneath his rough 
hands. 

He started to climb the stairs, savoring the thought of stripping such a 
beautiful German girl naked, imagining all that he would do to her on one of 
the soft, sheet covered beds on the second story of the house. 

Karen felt herself being jostled on his shoulders as he carried her up the 
steep steps, his free hand roaming under her skirt exploring the soft 
rounded curve of her milky white buttocks, frightening her more with the 
rough touch of his surly hands. She could feel the teasing fingers playing 
with the elastic of her panties as they reached the top. Her eyes saw the 
lewd face upside down that belonged to the bear-like Leon following right 
behind her, his yellow, stained teeth grinning from between his dirty Lips. 

A loud bang startled her as Ivan kicked open the first door he came to, the 
door of Erika's bedroom. As he carried her into the room, she could barely 
see through the torrent of tears that fell from her eyes to the thick carpet 
on the floor. The black curtains that had been hung for the blackouts during 
bombings filtered out any light that might have come through the windows. In 
total darkness she suddenly experienced an unforgettable falling sensation, 
as if she were being thrown from the roof, when without warning the soft bed 
stopped her descent, just in time for her to hear the terrible ripping of 
her panties and feel them being torn like tissue paper from the full, 
rounded moons of her buttocks. 

The pain was quick and short-lived after they had been ripped off and just 
as the light switched on she saw Ivan standing over her, holding her last 
pair of good panties above his head in triumph. He brought them before his 
lust filled eyes and stared at them, then rubbed them against his cheek, 
feeling their softness and smelling the sensual perfume of female odor that 
they held. 

"Ha," he bellowed like an animal and grabbed at the terrified girl on the 
large double bed. His hand caught the sleeve of her flimsy coat and roughly 
pulled her up to him, suddenly crushing her mouth with his thick, wet lips 
and kissing her with all his strength, Karen could feel his bristled beard 
around the pained edges of her mouth as he viciously crushed against her, 
his teeth almost biting into her tender lips, Lips that had not been kissed 
in almost two years. But it was no ordinary kiss. It was the kiss of a lust 
crazed madman who would treat her brutally in bed and ravage her helpless 
young body with no feeling of gentility whatever. Out of breath, she tried 
to sob, and nearly choked for lack of air, trying desperately to at least 
catch her breath before the depraved maniac assaulted her. She could feel 
his hand between them fumbling at the buttons of her coat, trying to 
unfasten them quickly. 

Discouraged by the intricacy that was required to undo the buttons, he drew 
back his head, looked down at the cleavage of her breasts, and ripped the 
four buttons away from the coat. He stared at the frightened girl who stood 
cowering before him. 

The violence of the act had started a new flood of tears from her weary, 
tear-filled eyes. She tried to back away, but hit the bed and fell onto the 
covers, bouncing slightly, then tried to get up, but had no chance as the 
Russian pulled her toward him and pulled the lightweight coat from her body. 

Without a sound he reached out for the front of her flimsy dress and ripped 
it, too, away from her long white body, exposing the soft quivering flesh of 
her full, firm breasts and flat, sleek stomach. He stood eyeing his plunder, 
crazed by her sensual beauty, yet angered because she tried to hide her near 
nudity with her hands. This was what he wanted, a young beautiful girl, 
completely terrified by his power and prowess, yet with enough fight in her 
to try some token resistance, though not too much. 

"Look at her, Leon," he said to his gaping comrade. "Look at that little 
pussy that'll soon be mine. Feast your eyes, you dog!" 

An animal she thought, I'm like an animal in the zoo or worse yet, a cow in 
a slaughter house, stolen to be devoured. Oh God, what did I do to deserve 
this. Please make them stop. Her mind reeled with frustration and 
humiliation at being the object of such sordid ugly men who saw her as 
nothing more than an object for their depraved desires. 

Ivan pushed her back onto the bed and turned to his comrade. "The bottle," 
he said, wanting to prolong the girl's torment a few minutes longer. 

Leon handed the other soldier a half empty bottle of vodka, who then took a 
large swallow and handed it back. Leon, thinking after he had had his 
swallow, that they were going to get her drunk first, handed the filthy 
bottle to Karen, but Ivan took it before she had her hand on it. 

"No," he said. "Not this one. We want her awake. She's going to know 
everything that happens to her." 

Frightened by the ugliness of his voice, she recoiled on the bed, trying to 
snake her way across the soft cover to the protection of the pillow. Nothing 
would do any good, but if she could only find something to hide behind for a 
minute. A minute was all she wanted, a minute to regain her sanity. 

"Your name," Ivan asked her, his leering grin filling the whole room. 
"K-Karen," she said, afraid not to answer. "M-my name is Karen." 

"Ha! Karen, good," he exclaimed to his friend, then turned back to the girl. 
"Take off your bra, Karen. Strip for us!" Oh my God, she thought, I'm 
already almost' naked. Why is he doing this? Why is he tormenting me? Oh God 
in heaven, why don't they just get it over with?" 

"Do as I say or it'll be worse for you!" He was right. If she obeyed, maybe 
they won't be so cruel and maybe she wouldn't be beaten as Eva had been. 
Karen knew that the sex couldn't be too traumatic. She had had sex with her 
husband, and knew its joys. Maybe these men wouldn't be brutal and hurt her 
if she didn't fight them, if she would give in and perhaps pretend she was 
enjoying it. Oh God, if only she could force herself to be nice to them. 

Slowly she started to pull the strap of her bra down, tears of frustration 
filling her eyes, a slight sob coming from her smooth white throat. She was 
submitting, giving into their demands in hopes that they would spare her 
life. Though part of her wanted to resist or die, the instinct for survival 
spurred her on, forcing her to pose like a common whore, taking off her bra 
for the final assault by the terrible Russians. 

Ivan and his comrade watched gleefully as the girl pulled her arm from one 
loose strap, then started to lower the other. They passed the bottle back 
and forth, quickly devouring its contents with huge swallows of the lava hot 
alcohol, never for a second taking their eyes off the tantalizing girl 
before them. 

Her eyes staring at the floor, Karen pulled her other arm from the strap she 
had loosened. She knew that the more slowly she went, the more excited her 
captors became, and at the same time, she rationalized, the more excited 
they are perhaps, the more quickly it will be over. 

Ivan chuckled as he watched the girl looking at the floor. He swallowed the 
last of the vodka as she put both hands behind her back and began to fumble 
with the familiar clasps that held the tight bra around her firm young 
breasts. Each second longer seemed to enflame the ache in his crotch as his 
inflated penis pushed harder against the tight confines of his trousers, 
fighting desperately to be sprung free. 

Karen unfastened the clasps and held the bra purposely in place, ashamed at 
the red flush that covered her body, ashamed of herself for standing in 
front of these two depraved maniacs, exposing her naked breasts for their 
obscene pleasure. It was too late to stop now. She had no choice but to 
release it and let it fall to the bed. "Ahhhh!" the two Russians shouted in 
unison, as they saw the fleeting white of the bra fall and her two round, 
quivering breasts spring forth into the free air. 

The girl shuddered at the sudden coolness that swept over her nipples as 
they sprang up with defensive hardness, taut and jutting out from the smooth 
round flesh of her firm breasts. It was awful, she thought, too ashamed, too 
terrified to cry any longer. 

Instinctively she brought her hand up to cover her torso and felt a tingling 
at her own touch. And suddenly, it was almost comical, she mused. Here she 
was, naked in front of two sex-crazed enemy soldiers who were going to fuck 
her for as long as they wanted, who were going to thrust the hard flesh of 
their throbbing cocks deep into her belly, and her breasts were tingling as 
though they wanted it to happen. And, perhaps they did. 

Slowly, as if it were part of a burlesque act, she withdrew her hand to 
again reveal the soft beauty of her strong young breasts. She could see the 
animal workings of the two men's minds as they danced up and down like 
gleeful children, proud of their newfound toy and what it could do. 

"Aaaahh!" Ivan roared. "Now you're ready, and so am I." 

He jumped up on the bed and pulled her close to him, smothering her with 
drunken kisses. She could feel his rock hard cock pushing at her from 
beneath his trousers, throbbing against her naked flesh. It was horrifying 
and yet, yet lewdly fascinating! 

"Oh," she gasped as they fell to the bed, his rough hands groping for the 
opening between her legs. 

His touch on her thighs caused a sudden dampness to form deep within her 
smooth pink vagina, trickling toward the soft flesh at the entrance, 
lubricating the entire sensual passage. Unbelieving, she gasped at the 
strange sensation between her legs as the rising liquid flooded the soft, 
fleshy cuntal lips and spread teasingly out into the silken curls of her 
pubic hair. 

Fired by the sensual smell of sex that emitted from the lubricating juices, 
he forced his hand between her legs and sought the warm, moist Lips with his 
middle finger. The lust incited Russian could hardly wait to get to her, but 
first he must touch, he must feel the wetness and nip the bud of her tiny 
hard clitoris with his hands. He wanted to know what he was getting. 

"Oooohhhh," she wailed in a quivering voice as the big man touched the soft, 
sensitive bud, which immediately began to swell in erection in answer to his 
probe. His hand hurt her at first, because of its roughness, but the 
undaunted attack upon her growing clitoris caused her to involuntarily 
spread her legs wider in sensual submission to the growing pleasure. 

"Ooohh," she moaned, feeling for the first time in nearly two years the 
touch of a man between the whiteness of her thighs. He was an animal, a 
beast, but it felt good, gooood! Enough, enough, he thought. I can't wait 
any longer; and he rose up to his knees, unbuckling his belt, rolling to his 
back and taking off his trousers. The huge swollen rock hard cock sprung 
free into the air, jutting straight out from his body, twitching with lust, 
ready to thrust itself deep into her fiery wet cunt. 

Turning back to the girl, Ivan saw Leon crawling onto the bed, his own 
clothes off, his massive prick curving out from his body, searching the air 
for the scent of the girl's aching cunt. 

Both men stared at one another, then with a knowing nod, began to reposition 
themselves on the bed. Leon, first, lay on his back, while Karen watched 
with amazement at his long red cock swaying in the air. She felt Ivan's 
rough hands grab her and turn her onto her stomach. "No," she screamed. 
"Please, no!" But his mind was made up as he pushed her on her belly toward 
the red, pulsating tip of Leon's cock that waited for her impatiently. With 
his great strength he lifted her torso up, and forcing her to stay on her 
hands and knees, pushed her toward his comrade until her gaping mouth was 
poised directly over his throbbing phallus. 

"Suck it," the man hissed in Russian, not needing a translation to tell the 
girl what he wanted, but she shook her head violently in protest. 

A sudden sharp pain on the soft white flesh of her buttocks told her 
otherwise and again the pain came from the giant hand of Ivan as he slapped 
her hard, telling her that she would do as they said. 

But she couldn't, she just couldn't do it! They would have to kill her 
before she would put a strange man's sexual organ in her mouth. 

Again, a hard slap on the reddening flesh of her buttocks, and without 
warning, Leon grabbed her by the ears and pulled her toward him, but she 
turned her mouth away, and buried it in the soft sweating skin of his belly. 

She wouldn't do it! 

"No," she cried as the hand hit her again. But instead of intense pain, she 
felt a tingling between her legs at the slap. The wetness that came from 
between her legs, was beginning to flood more intensely now, lewdly wetting 
the flesh of her inner thighs. 

"No," she wailed again, wanting to be slapped, wanting to feel the welts of 
punishment rising on her soft behind. It was like nothing she had 
experienced before. Each time he slapped her the passion rose higher, 
surging through her body like a river of desire whose banks knew no limit. 

Her knees were becoming like rubber, unable to hold her as he hit her again 
and again. She felt as : if her whole body was on fire from her thighs to 
the exquisite pain of the other man crushing his fingers tightly around her 
ears. 

Leon knew what the blows were doing to her. Each slap was bringing her 
closer to climax, its thunder-like crack firing her loins. Finally he let go 
of her ears and grabbed at the roots of her long silken hair, pulling her 
face down closer to the burning red tip of his massive cock. 

It was there in front of her, the final humility. She knew that she must 
open her mouth and accept the droplet of white hot liquid that sat high atop 
the swollen cock. She knew that it was wrong, that her life was falling to a 
bottomless low, yet, too, she knew that she wanted to. Yes! She wanted to 
wrap her lips around the fiery end of the hot head and suck its depraved 
juices deep into her throat. She wanted to ... she wanted to do it! 

Afraid, she parted her lips and gingerly flicked out her tongue to taste the 
hot droplet of white fluid that beckoned to her. Without another thought, 
her mouth opened wider and accepted the burning head into her mouth, sucking 
at it softly. 

She barely heard the loud, "Aaaahhhhhhh!" that groaned from the Russian's 
Lips as she sucked at his throbbing cock, bobbing her head slightly, taking 
a little more each time, until more than half of the rock hard prick 
smoothed around the inside of her mouth, almost touching the back of her 
throat. It was wrong, but she loved it; she loved the taste of the swollen 
flesh intruding obscenely into her mouth! 

She sucked harder, pulling more into her mouth as she held the base of the 
huge stem with both hands, when suddenly, she felt a diamond-like hardness 
slipping between her wide-spread legs from behind. 

Ivan! 

Karen had completely forgotten about the other man who had been pounding her 
soft quivering buttocks so ruthlessly with his huge meaty palms. Now she 
could feel his massive cock probing for the open lips of her strangely 
excited pussy, waiting to find the right moment to plunge its length deep up 
inside her. 

Each probe came a little harder and she spread her legs further to ease the 
entry. She could feel it was big, bigger than she had dreamed. The huge cock 
had grown larger and larger, harder and harder, each time the big man had 
slapped her, until it was more gigantic than it had ever been before. And it 
ached as it never had before, trying to find the wet, white hot opening of 
her cunt. Karen could feel the massive, throbbing tip worm its way 
salaciously into the wet, hair lined entrance of her aching vagina and she 
tried to spread her legs a little further and relax her muscles so that she 
might take the huge organ without being hurt. 

Rotating his hips to find a better position, Ivan held himself for a moment, 
then with all his might and savagery, he plunged the huge weapon deep into 
the wet confines of the girl's lust incited cunt. 

"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" she screamed around Leon's cock still locked wetly in the 
warm saliva of her mouth. The pain was fantastic, bordering on the insane. 
But, at the same time, masochistically pleasurable. 

She clenched her eyes, trying to blot out the sudden sharpness of the 
terrible pain. Then, seconds later, when she opened them, the pain began to 
move slowly back and forth inside her soft, warm, hair lined pussy. She was 
filled completely to the hilt, and could feel the pulsating tip pushing 
against her sensitive cervix, fucking in and out through the hot smooth 
tunnel of her vagina. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as the huge cock stroked harder, exciting her 
further, making her suck more voraciously at the massive prick in her mouth. 
"MMMMmmmmmmm," she moaned again as the thrusts became longer and faster, 
teasing at her insides, burning through her entire body. 

Through her own soft mewls of pleasure she could hear Leon groaning with 
delight at the swirling tongue circling hungrily around his own huge cock. 
His animal sounds made her bend to her obscene task even harder, trying to 
suck by force the molten liquid from his balls into her mouth. She needed 
it, please cum, please cum! 

She clenched her muscles of her buttocks in an effort to force a climax from 
the sadistic Ivan who was boring into her from behind harder and harder with 
his wildly twitching cock. Each time she bucked her buttocks back against 
his smashing pelvis, he groaned an agonizing groan, throwing his head back 
and forth in ecstasy. 

It was more than he had ever hoped for from the whimpering girl who now was 
sucking his comrade, and churning her body back against his yearning cock 
harder and harder as though she had hungered all her life for this moment. 
Again ... Again...! Then it came! 

His balls seemed to explode as the white hot sperm shot through his giant 
cock, seeming to cut at the head with razors and glass as it spewed like a 
raging torrent of hot, liquid fire deep into the belly of the helpless girl 
kneeling before him. 

Oh, she thought, oh, God, he's cumming. Her mind reeled as the fiery sperm 
filled her body more and more until it began to overflow out around the 
tight clasping lips of her aching cunt. And then the horrible thought hit 
her like a ton of bricks. What if she became pregnant! What if she were to 
have a bestial Russian baby! 

"Oooohhhh, n-noooooo!" she wailed, the other man's cock still in her impaled 
sucking mouth. That was all it took. 

The man fucking her in the mouth had had too much, and he lost his control 
as his anus contracted in twitching spasms, his juices shooting along the 
underside of his massive prick and filling the girl's mouth to the brim with 
its sticky wetness, spewing deep into her throat. 

Karen's throat contracted, almost choking as the liquid filled her mouth. It 
was impossible to scream, impossible to do anything but swallow the white 
heated sperm to keep from choking to death and somehow, the pungent male 
taste filling her throat and nostrils drove her on. Before the cock in her 
mouth finished its climax, her buttocks began to fill with tension beyond 
belief. There was no more time; and suddenly the spring of dammed desire 
unleashed its fury and her whole body rose up like a huge wave and came 
crashing down onto the mattress. 

She lifted her head, the sperm covered rod slipping wetly from her lips, and 
screamed, "Aaarggghhhh, I'm cummmiinnggg!" 

The girl tried to buck away from the man whose still throbbing cock still 
lay embedded deep up between her quivering thighs as her climax brought her 
all the way to a wild, heavenly crest, then suddenly crushed her down again 
against the squeaking mattress, exhausted and void of all feeling but the 
slowly dying sensations of her frenzied, uncontrolled orgasm. 

Her worst fears had all happened! 

She had been raped by two invading Russians, but worse, she had submitted, 
almost joyfully, to sucking one man's cock while the other had fucked her 
from behind, then finished in inexcusable depravity by becoming so excited, 
so overwhelmed, that she herself, had climaxed in complete submission to 
their wills. 

A cloud of darkness spread over her mind as the two Russians got off the bed 
and started to dress. There were no questions from her now. For the young 
raped widow, the pure, clean life she had always known was over forever and 
outside she could hear the tramping boots of a thousand more conquerors 
descending down on her crippled city. 

How many more of these would she have to submit her naked body to before the 
sins of her own country's soldiers were atoned? How many? Oh God, how many? 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jogging and stumbling along behind Kurt and Eva, Erika could not control her 
tears. Less than five minutes ago she had seen that ugly brute in the 
Russian uniform grab her dearest friend and force her back into the basement 
for God knows what. 

Flashing thoughts of Eva after her rape, passed through the girls mind. 
Rape! Rape! was all she could think as she tried to keep up with her fellow 
refugees. What terrible fate awaited Karen, she thought. Karen isn't strong 
enough to take it, and if it does happen she will surely die. Why? Why all 
the evil? Why the raping and looting? Too many questions in a confused world 
for a frightened girl to cope with. 

"Erika," she heard Kurt yell in a half whisper, "Hurry up!" Pushing harder 
with her already aching legs, the girl hurried to catch up with the couple 
in front of her. "We'll rest here," Kurt told her. "We don't have much time, 
but we must stop for a couple of minutes, otherwise we'll never make it." 
The trio ducked into a large wooden framed doorway for shelter from the 
moonlit sky. Except for the moon, there was no light in Berlin to guide 
them, or expose them. 

Erika held her throat, trying to catch her breath. They had run nearly a 
mile through the streets and had not encountered a single person. There was 
no noise, no laughter, no shooting, just complete silence. It wasn't like 
the Berlin of two years ago, full of soldiers and women, laughing, drinking 
in the Beergardens and sleeping together in the many hotels of Europe's once 
most powerful capitol. 

The British and Americans had invaded the continent more than a year before, 
and now the Russians were fighting in the streets of Germany's capital city. 

Since the allies had begun their strong advance, forcing the German armies 
farther and farther back with each passing day, everything in life had gone 
sour for Erika and most other Germans. Now, with Hitler probably dead, the 
war effort would collapse. 

It was almost common knowledge to those in Berlin who had contacts, that the 
Nazi Generals did not want to continue the hopeless war under the direction 
of the Austrian lunatic. 

But the war's end would mean revenge, famine, hardship and a worse tyranny 
for anyone with a German name. Erika had seen the beginning of the end the 
moment she had witnessed the death of the four German soldiers in the street 
a few hours before. Since that time she had seen the result of rape, and the 
beginning of a rape, both to her two dearest friends. She was terrified that 
she may be next in line for the sacrificial gutter altars of the barbaric 
Russian infantry. 

Nothing made sense to the confused girl. She was witnessing the end of an 
era that would never be replaced, except by the ugliness of soviet rule. 
"I-I'm alright now," she said, her breath controlled and even. 

"Good," Kurt said, his eyes keen for any movement on the street. "We've got 
to find a place to hide until I can figure a route to take. I don't think 
the Russians have occupied any of the city in front of us yet." 

Straining his eyes at immobile shadows that seemed to move in the dark, Kurt 
took another look along the street and turned to the girls. "We'll go now," 
he said, "But for God's sake be quiet, and if we have to run, it'll be 
everyone for himself. That way at least some of us might have a chance." 

Cautiously he stepped out from the doorway, standing still for a moment and 
looking again both ways. "Come on," he whispered. "It looks clear." 

The two girls followed him as he began walking along the sidewalk, sticking 
close to the shadows alongside the buildings. Erika was careful not to make 
any noise for fear that they would be discovered. 

Her tears had dried, but nothing could relieve the ache in her breast as she 
thought of Karen. She tried concentrating on Eva's back, not wanting to get 
lost, and not wanting to think anymore about her friend back in the basement 
of her home. I must not be caught, she thought. I couldn't bear it. 

A crash stopped them where they stood, none of them moving, but just holding 
their breath and waiting for something to follow, when a large brown rat 
scurried out of an alley and across the street. 

Erika breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Kurt who had turned to see if 
she and Eva were alright. The rat scare made her all the more aware of the 
tension that hung heavy in her breasts, almost choking her. If she were that 
scared, what would happen if they ran into the Russians? 

Trying to be brave, Erika followed along for another block, while Kurt 
scouted each alley, then made the girls wait while he checked the street 
corners, where they dashed across at his command. Now that they were 
walking, time seemed to creep, though their pace was much faster than a 
regular walker might take. Finally, in the middle of the fourth block, Kurt 
turned into a bombed out police station for cover. "We'll wait here for a 
while," he said. "Everything seems too quiet and I don't like the looks of 
it. We should be safe back in the shadows." 

Erika and Eva followed him inside to the rear of the building where the 
remnants of a few small cells still stood. They watched as he moved what 
remained of a small desk and cot so that they would have room to sit, then 
motioned the girls to get on the floor and stay still. 

Each minute seemed an eternity as they waited for something to happen, not 
knowing what to expect. Erika looked about for her suitcase, then realized 
that she had left it in the coal bin when they had run from the house, not 
thinking to take the last of her possessions with her. Except for a few 
marks that Hans had given her, she was without a single material possession 
in the world. 

Poor Hans, she thought, What could they have taken him for? There was no 
reason to arrest or even detain a poor crippled war veteran who had no 
knowledge of anything, not even the whereabouts of his own wife. 

Though he had become a bitter, hardened man, she still loved him and knew 
she would feel lost without him. How would she ever find him if they both 
got out of the war alive? 

Trying to sort out her future, Erika was suddenly interrupted by noises in 
the street, not far from the building where she was hiding. Kurt held his 
hand in front of the girls, signaling them to be quiet, while he strained 
his eyes and ears to determine what the noise was. 

In a moment two dark shadows appeared on the sidewalk from in front of the 
house next door. Erika could see the silhouettes of two rifles slung on the 
shoulders of two Russian infantrymen who had stopped for a cigarette. 

She could see their faces as one lit a match for the other, holding it to 
the cigarette until it was lit, then lighting his own. Her eyes strained to 
see if either was the soldier she had seen grab Karen, but neither was 
similar at all. 

The two men stood talking in low voices, looking up and down the street 
constantly. There voices were heavy, but not without a bit of humor as they 
chuckled a small laugh now and then; the kind of laugh men laugh when they 
talk about women they have known. 

After what seemed like an hour to the trio huddled in the back of the police 
station, the two Russians dropped their cigarettes, unslung their rifles and 
began to walk away. It was several minutes before Erika heard any noise 
except for the retreating footsteps of their boots. Kurt spoke first. "We've 
got to move." 

"But, Kurt," his wife said, "What if they see us?" 

"I don't think those two will," he said, "But if there are any more of them 
around, they might search the ruin and we wouldn't stand a chance." 

Erika said nothing as Kurt cautiously removed himself from his cramped 
sitting position and fumbled through the fallen stones until he was at the 
sidewalk. She watched as he looked for any sign of life on the streets, then 
signaled the girls to follow him. 

The only sound on the street came from their footfalls as they carefully 
made their way down the block. Erika breathed as shallowly as possible, 
trying to drown out any unnecessary sound that she might make, fearing that 
she would be the one to give them away. 

Kurt motioned to the girls to stop when he came to another corner. They 
stood frozen to the sidewalk as he ventured out slowly to check for any 
enemy soldiers. When he got to the other side of the street he turned and 
waved to the girls to join him. 

Erika was halfway across the street when she heard the first, "Halt!" 
Terrified, she stopped where she stood, Eva directly in front of her. "Run," 
Kurt yelled at them. "For God's sake run!" 

The command was all she needed to propel her across the street at breakneck 
speed, passing Eva like she was standing still. "Eva!" she heard Kurt yell 
and turned to see Eva sprawled on the pavement where she had tripped. 

Instinctively she started back to help her friend, but Kurt, who had already 
passed her, yelled another command. "Go on, get out of here! Run, Erika." 

Frightened like a fox being chased by hounds she obeyed, almost unable to 
keep up with her feet as they ran faster and faster to escape the 
unmistakable Russian accent of the "Halt!" she had heard a moment before. 

There were no more sounds behind her and she did not bother to turn to look. 
If her friends were to be caught or shot, she did not want to see it happen. 
Too much had happened already, and anything else might break her. She must 
escape. 

After he yelled at Erika to run, Kurt had hurried to his wife to help her 
up. He heard another "Halt!", but ignored it, trying to get his wife to her 
feet, but she had twisted her ankle and only looked up at him with helpless 
pleading eyes. 

"Go, my Darling! she said. "It's no use. Run, please!" But Kurt could not 
abandon her. She was his life and he would not leave her alone to face the 
Russians again. Perhaps if he were with her, they would not ravage her 
again. 

Suddenly a sharp pain struck at the stump where his arm had been. He fell 
heavily to the pavement and rolled over, trying to get to his feet when he 
was hit again by the butt of a Russian rifle. 

When he raised his head he found that he was looking down the barrel of a 
submachine gun. "Don't move," a heavy voice commanded in Russian, and Kurt 
decided from the scowl on the soldiers face that he should make no attempt 
to get up. 

For nearly a minute he stared at the long barrel of the loaded gun until he 
heard footsteps approaching. 

A soldier who was obviously in command, and probably a sergeant, bent over 
Eva, examining her swelling ankle, then walked over to the one-armed man who 
lay still on the asphalt, not moving anything but his eyes. 

The sergeant shouldered his rifle and took a German dictionary from his 
pocket, flipping the pages until he came to the appropriate one. Reading 
from the book, he asked Kurt his name and Eva's. 

Slowly, so that the sergeant would understand him, he told him what he 
wanted to know, then tried to explain that he and his wife were trying to 
get to her mother's house, telling the sergeant that the old woman was sick 
and in need of care. Instead of listening to the answer, which he couldn't 
understand anyway, the Russian tried vainly to pronounce a few more German 
words from the book, but his accent was so bad that Kurt could understand 
nothing. 

Snorting, the sergeant turned to one of his men and told him to do 
something. Quickly the private picked the girl from the pavement, making no 
effort to be gentle with her as he pulled the limping girl to where his 
sergeant was standing. 

Trying Russian, the sergeant questioned her, but she understood nothing. His 
patience strained by the day's fighting, the burly enlisted commander 
shouted an order to his men, and they grabbed the girl and her husband, 
shoving them roughly ahead as they walked toward a house at the end of the 
street where another soviet soldier stood guard on the steps. 

In a moment they were inside the house being pushed into a large living 
room. Kurt could see that it was well furnished as he looked about him. 
There was a large sofa on one wall, an exquisite table surrounded by four 
very expensive chairs, a well filled book shelf and a number of large fur 
pillows on the floor. "How do you like our small barracks," a voice said in 
German behind him. 

Kurt wheeled to see a Russian lieutenant standing in the doorway behind him. 
He was tall with strong features, but one thing stood out. His hair was snow 
white, though he was only about twenty five years old. He was obviously an 
albino. 

"You speak German," Kurt asked. "Of course," the lieutenant said. "Many of 
us do. You didn't think we were illiterate, did you?" 

"No, no," Kurt said. "It's just that none of your men could understand what 
I was saying outside." 

The lieutenant smiled and turned to the sergeant, asking him a question. 
Kurt watched as the soldier told his lieutenant what had happened in the 
street when they were captured. He could tell by the tone of voice that the 
sergeant didn't care for Germans at all. 

"Why did you run," the lieutenant said to Kurt, turning his head back toward 
him. 

Before Kurt could answer, the lieutenant continued, "It's obvious that you 
were on a mission for the city's resistance forces. We know about your group 
who are working with the army, trying to undermine our efforts to free you. 

"The great army of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic now occupies the 
eastern third of your city, and we will, in two more days hold all of 
Berlin...." Kurt listened to the Russian's impeccable German as he spoke. It 
was true, the end was near, and in less than a week his city would be 
occupied by troops of a foreign country. He knew of the blood shed during 
the Russian revolution of 1917, and if the Soviets could do that to their 
own people, what would they do to Germany? 

Kurt held Eva, whose sprained ankle still ached with a great deal of pain. 
He felt that she would be safe, now that there was an officer present. 
Officers had a code of honor, he thought, that they must live up to at all 
times. Eva would be safe here...." and so you realize," the lieutenant 
continued, "that you must confess or we will be forced to resort to other 
means." Confess, Kurt thought, confess what? "But I've done nothing," he 
said. "I've told you that we were going to see my wife's mother. She's very 
ill and needs attention." 

"No," the Russian said. "Running gave you away. And the woman who escaped; 
she was one of you, yet she ran on. It's obvious that she had Some sort of 
message ... but it doesn't matter. We know how to get a confession." 

"I swear it isn't true," Kurt pleaded almost desperately. "You can torture 
me all you want, but I've already told you the truth." 

"Torture you," the lieutenant sneered. "We don't employ such barbaric 
tactics. Torture belongs to the Third Reich. No, Mein Herr, your wife will 
provide the entertainment that will make you change your mind." 

"Eva! No, You can't," he yelled and lunged toward the lieutenant, his single 
fist ready to strike at the leering grin. 

In an instant Kurt lay sprawled across one of the pillows holding his 
stomach while he gasped for breath. No! God, No! he groaned deliriously, not 
Eva! She had already gone through too much for any woman. The Russians had 
raped her once today, and now they were going to torture her, or worse yet, 
ravish her again. 

"Get up," the lieutenant commanded. "I want to see what your wife will do 
for us!" Two strong young soldiers jerked him to his feet and held him 
tightly, while a third brought a rope and tied his one hand behind his back 
then pushed him into a chair. "You'll see better from there," the lieutenant 
said, his stained teeth showing from between his lips. "Your wife's very 
pretty and should give us a very good show." 

It was insane, Kurt thought. These men were supposed to be soldiers not 
lunatics. An image of his wife being raped by the four men that afternoon 
raced through his mind. No, it can't happen again, not to her! 

He was able to breathe, but the ache in the pit of his stomach kept him half 
bent in the chair. It felt like the muscles had been split apart. Through 
his pain he watched the Albino lieutenant remove his jacket and smile at the 
girl. 

"Strip her," the officer commanded in Russian. 

Two men started forward, but the sergeant called them back sharply. "I'll do 
it," he smiled in anticipation and walked past the lieutenant to the girl 
who had backed up against the fireplace. "She looks too good for a private 
to touch." 

Kurt watched in horror as the big burly sergeant pulled his wife toward him 
and began to undo her belt, then the buttons of her coat. He couldn't 
believe that she was not struggling. Instead she stood perfectly still and 
he removed the coat and stepped back for a second to look at her firm, 
white, body that pressed tightly against the confines of her dress. Eva had 
seen the Russian's brutality before and knew that resistance would only mean 
more trouble for the both of them. One by one he unfastened the buttons on 
the front of the blouse, until it hung open, revealing the old whiteness of 
her bra and panties, through which he could see the dark triangle of soft 
pubic hair at the apex of her thighs. 

Seeing the bruises on her body as the dress fell to the floor the lieutenant 
said, "I see that you beat your wife, Herr Schmidt. What kind of one-armed 
maniac are you." Kurt nearly spat at the white haired officer. "Your 
soldiers did that to her this afternoon," he said, his face red with rage. 
"Leave her alone!" 

The Russian said nothing, but nodded to his sergeant, who moved behind the 
girl to unfasten her bra. Kurt could see tears of humiliation filling her 
eyes, but she held her head high, trying to hold back the flood that was 
certain to come. Kurt watched the bra fall to the floor and saw the familiar 
round, firm young breasts spring into the free air, quivering slightly at 
the midnight coolness. Her nipples rose rapidly erect, jutting out from the 
large breasts that held themselves high, while her otherwise expressionless 
face, reddened with shame. 

"Beautiful," the lieutenant gasped as the sergeant bent to pick up the bra 
as a souvenir. 

Kurt could not take his eyes off his young wife as her panties were removed. 
He could see her tears now streaming down her cheeks as she stepped out of 
the panties. She wasn't going to resist at all, he thought. What is the 
matter with her? 

The one armed German's jaw muscles twitched with anger as he watched his 
wife being paraded naked in front of the Russian officer. They had no right 
to do this. War is depraved enough without having to resort to rape, he 
thought. 

The lieutenant took the girl by the arm and walked over to where her husband 
was sitting, bound and helpless. "No confession," he asked. "We're not spies 
or resistance fighters," he hissed through his teeth, too proud to give a 
false confession that might save his wife. "For God's sake, leave her 
alone." 

"Very well," the officer said, "You leave me no choice." 

He hadn't wanted a confession, particularly, just an excuse to justify his 
screwing the beautiful young girl, who strangely enough was submitting to 
his demands silently and without resistance. He thought that there wasn't a 
woman alive who wouldn't want to have what he could give them, and now he 
would give it to this girl while her helpless crippled husband watched. His 
revenge on the Germans that had decimated his homeland would then be 
complete. The Russian turned and held the girl at arm's length running his 
eyes along the sleek lines of her thighs to the silken pubic hair that 
covered the soft, pink lips of her vagina. She was unbelievable, he thought 
as he looked across her smooth, flat stomach and widened his eyes at the 
sight of her large moon-like breasts. 

He released his grip and sat in a chair for a moment while a private removed 
his boots. Standing and unbuttoning his trousers he told his soldiers to 
leave the room. They had seen enough. This show was to be for her husband 
only. 

The girl stood shivering, her head lowered, unable to look at her husband or 
the albino lieutenant who was about to fuck her against her will. She knew 
that it would do her no good to resist because he would have his way, no 
matter what she did. She was ashamed and humiliated, knowing that Kurt, her 
own husband, would have to watch the terrible spectacle, unable to do 
anything. She had been raped once, and though it was terrible, she had lived 
through it once, and could live through the terrifying experience again. But 
would her husband be able to stand it? 

Kurt turned his eyes from his wife to the Russian who had just removed the 
last of his clothing. His huge cock hung limply between his legs. Kurt's 
eyes widened at the sight of it, much larger than his own. It could split 
her open he thought, unable to take his eyes off the gigantic weapon that 
hung loose, slowly starting to inflate with the blood of passion. 

"No, don't," Kurt begged the officer. "I swear, I'll kill you if I get out 
of here alive." Without looking at the one armed husband the Russian said, 
"Be sure to watch closely, Herr Schmidt. You may learn something about your 
wife." The bastard! He was going through with it He was going to rape her 
right in front of her helplessly bound husband! Kurt watched in horror as 
the Russian commanded the girl to kneel on her knees in front of him. My 
God, he thought, he wouldn't! He can't! 

Eva turned her head shamefully away from the white haired officer and he 
ordered her again to get to her knees. It was impossible that anyone could 
be so cruel as to make her do that, yet the Russian was going to do it 
anyway. 

Slowly the girl knelt, resting her knees on a large white fur pillow. She 
bent low, resting her weight on her hands, keeping her face toward the 
floor. She couldn't do it, not for him, not for anyone. She couldn't let her 
husband see her debauched by having to suck the man's gigantic prick. But 
even as she fought within her own mind she knew it was hopeless. It was she 
and Kurt's only hope of ever coming out of this house alive. "Suck it!" the 
Russian ordered, knowing that his word was law in that room. He would force 
the girl to do anything he desired and she would have to submit while her 
husband watched it all. 

Slowly she raised her head in obedience. She could barely see the massive 
prick through her tear filled eyes. She started to lean back as he took a 
step toward her, putting the huge cock only inches from her face. She had no 
choice. 

Oh, God, No! Kurt screamed to himself silently. Don't let her do it. His 
eyes were glued to the small hand that reached out and wrapped its fingers 
around the limp hanging flesh of the Russians great prick. Unbelieving he 
saw his wife lift it gently toward her wet Lips. 

Eva was blind with tears as she brought the tip toward her open mouth. I 
must for us, she thought, I must! Oh, Kurt, forgive me, darling, forgive me! 

Kurt's jaw hung wide open as he watched his wife round her soft red Lips and 
suck the first inch of the Russian's cock into her mouth. She nibbled at it 
for a moment as though enjoying it, than sucked it further in, a little at a 
time. Tears filled his eyes as he watched her take even more of it into the 
warm, wet, confines of her mouth until almost the entire piece of flesh was 
protruding stalk-like from the profile of her face. 

This was his wife, the woman he loved! How could she do it? He had never 
even thought of asking her to do it to him, yet now, with a total stranger, 
an enemy soldier, she had swallowed almost his whole cock into her pure 
young mouth and had started to suck it. She seemed to know what she was 
doing instinctively, and began sucking harder, feeling the raw excited flesh 
growing in her mouth. How did she know, Kurt thought. Who had taught her to 
do this terrible thing? 

Kurt heard the Russian moan as his wife sucked at his growing cock. She was 
having trouble breathing as it grew to its massive proportions, hardening 
like granite deep in her throat. It was going to be too much for her to take 
in her mouth at one time, she thought as she felt the rubbery tip push 
unmercifully at the tender flesh deep in the back of her throat. Each thrust 
sent a tingling to her loins as she sucked. 

Her tongue involuntarily slipped around the cock in small circles, while she 
closed her eyes in amazement as a sudden flood of thick juices oozed from 
her haircovered pussy, trailing down her long soft thighs. Bewildered at the 
fire building in her, she stopped sucking for a moment trying to understand 
the strange, unwanted ache in her burning cunt. 

She felt the albino's two large hands grab the back of her head, holding 
tight onto her long shiny hair. Slowly the pressure of his hands guided her 
back and forth in a quickening rhythm until suddenly they released their 
grip and she was bobbing faster, stroking the rock hard cock with her mouth 
at her own volition. "Faster," the Russian commanded, his breath coming hard 
and fast from his open mouth. 

Kurt watched in horror as his wife obeyed immediately and began bobbing her 
head back and forth as fast as she could possibly go, all the while sucking 
at the throbbing fiery cock, drawing its seeping fluids into her mouth. Each 
time it sunk deeper the tightness in her cunt gripped at her, pulling at the 
contracting pink lips down between her legs and arousing her more with each 
passing second. 

"Uugghhhh!" the Russian groaned and suddenly pushed the girl away from him 
before he would be forced to cum. He looked down at her as she lay sprawled 
over a pillow, her eyes clenched in amazement at the shooting waves of 
obscene sensation that coursed through her aching body. 

Never before had she sucked a man, but the obscene feeling of his cock deep 
in her throat, leaking its precious hot fluids had excited her more then 
ever before. To her, it was suddenly no longer rape, but a savage fucking 
that she was going to get. But she wanted to be fucked by this white haired 
man until his huge cock split her open. There was only one man in the world 
that would satisfy her, and he stood now, naked before her, his giant 
throbbing cock jutting straight out from his hard body and it belonged to 
her. 

Sickened by what was happening, Kurt moaned as he watched his wife start to 
get back on her knees to suck him some more. But the albino had other plans, 
and pushed her back onto the floor, falling on top of her, then rolling 
over. 

The one armed man watched helplessly as his wife again grabbed the swollen 
rock hard cock and straddling his loins, positioned it at the opening of her 
soft, hair-lined cunt. Her head rolled back and forth in ecstasy as she 
tried to masturbate with the red hot crown, rubbing it slowly back and forth 
across the warm, wet opening of her hungering vagina. Both of her hands held 
it as she pushed the tip across the swollen bud of her clitoris, sending 
herself into a blinding sexual void, knowing nor feeling nothing but the 
massive throbbing cock that raked across the pink lips of her aching cunt. 

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her mouth open wide as her head thrashed from side 
to side in ecstasy. She had to have it now! She had to be fucked by this 
brutal cock even if it killed her! Even with her, even with her helpless 
husband looking on and watching the shame of her depraved submission! 

Horrified and frozen Kurt watched his wife position the smooth rubbery tip 
of the grinning Russian's cock at the opening of her cunt. Her eyes were 
glued to the deep blue of the Russian's eyes as she straddled him, her legs 
as far apart as she could spread them while she kneeled over him. It felt so 
good, soo goooood! 

"Oh," she gasped. "Fuck me, please, FUCK ME WITH IT!" Kurt felt like his 
whole world was crashing down around him as he heard the words. He could see 
that the officer was torturing her by holding back and not letting her push 
her loins down on the cock. 

Eva was terrified when the Russian grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled it 
from her grasp. She couldn't stand it any longer. "Please," she begged, 
"Fuck me oh God, FUCK ME!!" 

"Raise yourself up, bitch," he commanded. 

Kurt could not believe his tear-filled eyes as his wife gladly did 
everything that the albino commanded. He watched while, like a slave, Eva 
lifted herself straight up, her knees on either side of the Russian's hips. 
He could see the quivering flesh of her moon white buttocks clench together 
in excited expectation. 

"Put it in," he ordered. 

A wicked smile crossed the girl's face as she grabbed the enormous rigid 
cock with both hands. Suddenly she was frightened that the huge organ might 
split her open. She couldn't move, except to lower her head and look again 
at the huge throbbing phallus she held in her hands. 

"Don't waste any more time you Nazi Cunt! Put it in!" he bellowed. No matter 
how big it was, she had to have it, she had to be fucked now. Gingerly she 
eased the oversized pulsating head into the opening of her wet slippery 
cunt. Her juices flowed freely over the tip as she-edged it slightly inside. 
And suddenly, he jerked his hips skyward and plunged the whole throbbing 
head inside her, nearly bursting the tight fleshy ring of her small vagina. 
"Oooohhhh," she groaned, her hands pressed down on his belly trying to raise 
herself off the impaling dagger. But the Russian's old hands grabbed her 
hips and held her hard down on the huge throbbing cock. 

The pressure of his fingers digging into her soft excited thighs forced her 
to submit. Slowly he pulled her downward, more and more of the giant fiery 
cock slid ruthlessly into the wetness of her burning cunt, rubbing along the 
smooth walls of , her vagina until it touched her cervix. 

"Oh God, please," she wailed. "Oooh, it hurts too much." 

But the sadistic albino kept pulling her downward until the softness of her 
buttocks flattened j against his groin, while his massive prick stretched 
the inside of her ravenous cunt to excruciating limits. While her husband 
watched, Eva began to rock back and forth with a look of ecstatic sexual 
desire on her face. Back and forth, like riding a galloping horse at full 
speed. She could feel the magnificent rod of flesh churning the fires inside 
her as he matched her movement with rhythmic thrusts from his massive prick, 
grinding his pelvis into the soft flesh of her cuntal Lips. With each 
churning movement she could feel the rock hard base of his cock stretch her 
cunt wider and wider, until it had almost doubled in size and the smooth, 
wet walls held him tight like a tight fitting rubber glove. 

"Uuuhghhh," the strange looking Russian grunted. He turned his head toward 
Kurt, smiling his yellow smile. He knew that her husband was near a nervous 
breakdown. No man could take watching this, but the albino was going to make 
sure that the ex-German soldier would be scarred for life. He wanted to hurt 
the girl so badly that she would do nothing but cry for more. He raised his 
pelvis harder as she rode back and forth on his massive cock, and smashed 
into her own hard bones sending shocks of white light to her brain. 

"Ooooh, oooohhhh," she cried in painful pleasure. Kurt could not understand 
what was happening. The Russian was obviously hurting her, but she loved it. 
Was this the way she had acted when she had been so viciously fucked by the 
four men before. Did she suck them, too? Did she enjoy it so much? 

His eyes riveted to the spot where the two groins met, slamming into each 
other with the fury of a thunderstorm. He could see the wet glistening base 
of the huge cock ravaging her wide stretched cunt. Her white hot juices 
spilled over the Russians belly and thighs as she rode harder, trying to 
reach the climax she begged for. "Oooh, fuck," she cried. "Oh oh harder, 
harder, please FUCK ME HARDER!!" her scream filled the room as she dug her 
fingernails into the hard flesh of the Russian's stomach. 

Her pleadings heightened the albino's excitement, and the digging 
fingernails urged him to grab the soft round moons of her buttocks. He slid 
his hand around to the crevice between them and searched for the red rubbery 
ring of her tight virginal anus. It was hard to find as she bucked back and 
forth, but in a moment his searching fingers succeeded. 

While his hands held the cheeks of her ass wide apart, he shoved his index 
finger at the elastic sphincter, probing at the tightly clenched muscle. He 
pushed again and again until it started to relax. 

The girl, now completely unaware that her husband was watching, felt the 
probing finger and fought it off for only a few seconds. The insisting 
finger lodged in the relaxed muscle, then suddenly thrust itself in up to 
the first knuckle. "Oooh," the girl cried at the sudden intrusion. It felt 
strange, yet inviting. There was little pain in her already hypersensitive 
state. Every touch, every movement of the big Russian only further excited 
her, and when the finger pushed harder until it was buried to the second 
knuckle, she thought she would explode. 

Kurt watched in spite of himself. He didn't want to see any more, but the 
depraved sight in front of him held all of his attention. Whore! he thought 
as he watched her reveling in the ecstasy of the finger now worming its way 
all the way into her ass, squirming and digging at the soft flesh of her 
rectum. 

Her husband watched as she jerked forward spastically each time the large 
finger tore at her insides. She had no control at all. Her body and soul 
were at the disposal of the albino who was fucking her front and back with 
his ravenous cock and vicious finger. She was ready to come; ready to 
explode at any second. She wanted his hot juices to fill her until she would 
drown, yet she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck for 
the rest of her life. She could never get enough, not after this. 

Kurt heard the Russian groan, "Aaarrgghhh!," and lifted his head to see the 
albino throwing his whole weight upward, completely filling his wife with 
the massive twitching cock. His body jerk spastically as his balls burst and 
shot torrents of white hot cum deep into the girl's body, flooding deep in 
her womb as she bucked furiously trying to reach her own climax. 

She could feel the cum overflowing from her fiery cunt, spilling over her 
thighs and across the big man's groin. "Oh," she gasped, feeling the first 
big wave of climax hit her as he jerked his finger again. "Oh, oh, I'm 
cumming! Aaarrggghhhhh!" 

Her scream nearly broke Kurt's eardrums as he watched her twitch in a wild 
dance of sexual ecstasy, still atop the Russian's throbbing cock. Her juices 
mingled with the white hot cum that still filled her jerking cunt as waves 
of electric shocks shot through her entire body, causing her to throw her 
head back and forth in ecstasy. 

Suddenly she collapsed on top of the albino, moaning, "Ooohhh, oooohh!" The 
lieutenant had done as he had promised. He had shown the girl's husband that 
she knew much more than he had ever thought. Kurt was now at the man's 
mercy. Pushing Eva off of him, the Russian sat upright on the floor, looking 
at the stricken husband whose eyes were blood red from tears. "A real 
trick," he said. "I'd be willing to bet your wife has never fucked you like 
that." Kurt barely heard him say, "wife." 

"Wife," he said. "She's not my wife. I've never been married and if I were, 
it wouldn't be to a whore like that." Eva raised her head from the floor and 
looked at her husband. For a moment she didn't recognize him, but his 
armless sleeve brought her back to her senses. 

"Kurt," she said. "I'm your wife, me, Eva!" 

"You filthy fucking whore!" 

"Kurt, oh, Kurt! I had to do it. You know he would have killed us both if I 
didn't. Please," she pleaded. "I'm your wife. I love you." 

Kurt turned to the lieutenant, pretending no to hear his wife's pleading. 
"This woman is part o the resistance," he said. "She's supposed to murder 
any Russian soldier who gets into her bed. Nothing but a common 
streetwalker." 

"Thank you, Herr Schmidt," the lieutenant said. "Now if you'll join my men 
outside the door, they will find out for me how you came to know this." 

"I'll take care of the girl." 

"Oh, Kurt," she cried. "Please." 

What were they going to do to him, she thought in her overpowering shame. 
Why, oh, God, why did I do it. I should have let them kill us. Her life was 
finished forever. Kurt had disowned her, and now he would probably be shot 
himself. What did she have to live for. 

She raised her head to see the Russian putting his boots back on, when 
suddenly she heard a single rifle shot in the street. Oh, Kurt, she thought. 
Oh, dearest Kurt and she collapsed in a dead faint to the floor. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After leaving Kurt and Eva behind, Erika had run for five long city blocks 
until she nearly collapsed. Stumbling into an alley, she saw a row of 
garbage cans and sought refuge behind them. 

The smell of rotten garbage was horrible. Half the garbage in the city had 
been ignored for the last ten days, while every available person had worked 
on either clearing ruins, or preparing for the Russian assault. 

Erika covered her nose with her hand, trying to subdue the terrible smell, 
but could not get enough air for her starving lungs. The long run had taken 
every ounce of strength she could muster. She had neither looked nor heard 
anything as she escaped the feared Russians. 

Confused and frightened, she tried to think about her two friends. If Eva 
was hurt, and Kurt there to protect her, the Russians would probably leave 
her alone, especially if they knew she had already been raped once. Surely 
they were human enough to have compassion to leave the poor girl alone. 

Suddenly she realized that she was totally alone in the world. Her husband 
and her only four friends had been taken prisoner by the invaders. No one 
had told her where to find a channel of escape. Hans never confided in her, 
and Kurt had not had time to tell her what to do in case she found herself 
alone. 

There seemed to be no other person alive on the planet earth. No sounds came 
from the street or the sky. Dark rain clouds rolled across the face of the 
city, casting weird shadows over Berlin. Erika had never been afraid of the 
dark, but tonight, it was too much. She needed the light to keep her 
company, but at the same time she needed the darkness to escape. 

Looking behind her she saw a row of backdoors that led to a dozen houses. 
Though it was midnight, not a single light shown from any of the windows 
facing the alleyway. Either the houses were vacant, or everyone was still on 
blackout alert. 

Perhaps they have all fled, she thought. Surely by now most of the people 
have heard the shooting and known that the Russians were in the city. If 
they were fleeing their homes, there must be some avenue of escape. She 
would only have to look for people, and they would be able to help her. 
Certainly the citizens of Berlin would not turn on their countrymen with the 
exception, of course, of the criminal element who were stealing everything 
they could get their hands on. 

Erika rose from behind the foul rotten garbage cans and started to walk down 
the alleyway. She creaked open a screen door and tried the lock on the 
entranceway, but it was secure. She listened a moment for any sound from the 
house, then moved on to the next door. 

She was halfway down the alley when she found an unlocked door. It creaked 
loudly as she slowly swung it open. Halting for a moment, she listened for 
sounds of life inside, but heard nothing. They must be gone, she thought. 

Inside the house it was pitch black. All the blackout curtains were drawn to 
keep out what was left of the shadowy moonlight. Erika walked carefully down 
the long dark hallway, checking each door as she went, but finding no one. 

The exhausted girl wanted to sleep badly, and if no one was home, she might 
be able to use one of the empty beds. Erika climbed the darks stairs the led 
to the second story. Before trying to go to sleep she thought to check all 
the rooms and make sure she was alone. 

In a few minutes she had searched every room and found them all empty. No 
one was in the house, though it was still completely furnished, even to the 
beds which were made up neatly. Perhaps, she thought, the Russians had 
already taken the people away. 

She walked into the master bedroom and opened the closet door to find it 
completely full. Nothing had been taken, making her think that the occupants 
were led away by the Russian searching parties. 

Closing the closet door, she turned to the bed and saw its warm softness 
beckoning her. It had been such a long and terrifying day. She needed sleep 
and decided to he down for a few hours, until she could clear the webs of 
confusion and think of a plan of action. 

Quietly, as if not to awaken anyone, she began to undress, folding her 
clothes neatly and placing them on hangers in the closet. The cool night air 
of the unheated house breathed with soft fingers over her long sleek body, 
caressing her skin lovingly. 

She enjoyed sleeping in the nude, feeling the soft sheets next to her skin. 
Standing in front of a mirror she lit a candle and looked at herself for a 
long moment, running her hands over her smooth flesh, testing its firmness 
and admiring the high rise of her breasts and graceful curve of her hips. 
She was proud of her body, even though Hans in his sickness had rejected 
her. There was no need to think that she was unattractive; the image in the 
mirror attested to her beauty. 

Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Erika turned to blow out the 
candle and crawl into bed. The sheets were cold against her soft skin and 
she burrowed as deeply as possible into the soft mattress, folding up into 
the fetal position and placing her hands between her legs next to the soft 
silken hairs that covered the warm wanting Lips of her vagina. 

She remembered the nights she and Hans had spent together before he had gone 
to the Russian front. As she fell asleep, her fingers toyed softly with the 
red bud of her clitoris as they remembered the many nights of loving that 
she had known before all this hell had begun such a long eternity ago. 

Erika had been asleep nearly five hours when a crash woke her from a 
beautiful dream. Groggily she listened for any more noise, but heard none, 
until the bedroom door creaked open. A soft shaft of barely visible light 
surrounded a large shadow, obviously that of a man. She lay perfectly still, 
not making a sound, breathing as shallowly as possible as the shadow moved 
into the room and closed the door behind him. She tried to burrow deeper 
into the bed to avoid detection in the dark. The man might live here, she 
thought. If he finds me in his bed he might be furious and turn me over to 
the Russians. 

Erika's mind reeled with possibilities as she tried to watch the shadow's 
movements. He was clumsy, not seeming to know where the small dressing table 
was, banging into it with his knee. He grunted and walked toward the closet. 

Suddenly the room lit as he struck a match and Erika's heart jumped to her 
throat. A Russian! She held her breath as he looked for a candle, turning 
his head in her direction. 

He was short, not more than five foot six, and must have weighed about one 
hundred and sixty pounds. But the girl could see that he was not fat; his 
chest disproportionately large. Her eyes peeked out over the cover to view a 
rough unshaven face, scarred and deep with lines that war brings. He 
couldn't have been more than thirty years old, though his eyes looked as if 
he were approaching fifty. 

He spied the candle next to the mirror and walked toward it, when suddenly 
he stopped, his eyes glaring at the girl on the bed. Trembling, the girl 
said nothing, not wanting to acknowledge that she had been discovered. She 
stared at the Russian intruder as he spoke to her. "Don't move and you won't 
be hurt," he said. "Why didn't you leave when the rest of your family was 
taken away?" 

He had been with the troopers who had evacuated the house and didn't 
remember seeing the girl. All the people who lived in this sector had been 
taken to a small camp behind the Russian lines, but for some reason, he 
thought, this beautiful girl had been missed and left behind. 

Erika couldn't answer him, and he decided not to question her further. He 
had no need for women, as they have always had no need for him. Turning his 
back on the girl, he began to rummage through the drawers looking for 
jewelry. 

She shuddered in her nakedness under the heavy comforter of the bed. 
Perhaps, he didn't care, she thought, seeing that his attention was strictly 
on his search for loot. If he was so intent on becoming a rich thief he 
might not notice her leaving. 

Though she would have to leave her clothes, she thought that she might find 
some in another room if she could only slip out. She watched the soldiers 
broad back and slowly began to slide out from under the covers. She felt her 
foot touch the rug, then place the other beside it, still holding the sheet 
over her naked breasts. She didn't take her eyes off the plunderer as she 
began to tiptoe out of the room. But her attention on the soldier didn't 
allow her to see the small chair by the door, and she banged into it, 
gasping in pain. 

The Russian heard her and turned to see her naked body standing by the 
doorway, bathed in the flickering yellow candlelight. Never before had he 
seen such a beautiful girl. Her beautiful firm breasts with their small dark 
nipples held his surprised gaze. 

He looked at the magnificent curves of her nips that rose to a small tight 
waistline, and let his eyes wander to the small light tuft of silken pubic 
hair that accented the apex of her thighs. 

Fantastic! But he hated her like he hated all tall women. To him, any woman 
that was his own height or taller was a freak not worth speaking to, but he 
could not take his eyes from her long sleek body as the flickering light of 
the candle danced lightly over her milky white skin. 

He grunted and walked over to where she stood frozen with fear. There was no 
need to talk to this slut, he thought, and dragged her struggling, but 
silent, to the bed, pulling a cord from one of the drapes and tying her 
hands together. He fastened the other end to one tall pole of the 
four-poster and turned back to search for gold. 

Erika winced at the pain in her wrists. He had tied her much too tightly and 
her circulation was almost cut off. She strained at the cord to loosen the 
tension, but found that it did no good. 

With both her hands tied together above her head, the girl lay on her back, 
not able to see her captor. Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she 
tried again, unsuccessfully, to loosen her bindings. 

The Russian could hear her struggling on the bed, but kept on searching, 
trying not to see the image of her magnificently tall beautiful body in his 
hateful mind. No woman should be allowed to look like that if she is more 
than five feet tall, he thought. The bitch! Why did she have to be here. 

It was impossible to look for any loot with that girl lying nude on the bed 
behind him. He stopped and turned to see her wincing at the tightness of her 
bonds. He couldn't keep his eyes from roving over her naked body as it 
turned and twisted in pain. 

He tried to turn back to the dresser where he had been searching, but could 
not remove his eyes from her nakedness. He couldn't concentrate on his work 
as long as she was in the room, but he couldn't let her out of his sight, he 
rationalized. His sick mind searched for a solution. She would have to pay 
for distracting him with her nude, lust inciting body. Women as beautiful as 
she must be punished for their beauty. Erika looked into the crazed eyes of 
the man who stood over her, wondering what had made him stop his searching 
and come to the bed. She was frightened by his face; a face that held a look 
she had never seen before. His eyes were open wide, deep set in his head. 
His brows seemed to arch into the furry patch above his nose. She couldn't 
understand what the bloodshot eyes were saying to her. 

She began to shudder in the early morning cold. Her nipples rose taut and 
erect, jutting from the dark brown circle that set them off from the rest of 
her breasts. Her shudder became a tremble as she watched the brute take off 
his coat. 

"No," she said turning her head slowly, though taking her eyes away from his 
leering grin. "Please leave me alone." 

He let the coat fall to the floor, hoping that the girl would scream so that 
he could slap her. But slapping wouldn't be good enough, he thought. No, he 
would find some better way to punish her for being so beautiful, so 
desirable. "Are you afraid," he asked in halting German, his thick lips 
spitting out the words. He wanted her to be frightened, to be terrified of 
him when he would give her his huge cock. 

He could feel the heat rising in his loins as blood filled his penis, 
inflating it to the hardness of stone. He had not had a woman in many 
months, but never in his life had he had one like her. Nothing would stop 
him from fucking her half to death with his aching rod. 

He ran his rough hand over her forehead, brushing back her long blond hair. 
His rough fingers touched her cheek then moved quickly to the soft round 
breast that stood straight up in youthful pride. 

Erika shuddered at his touch on her sensitive breast. She felt his large 
short fingers pull at the tip of her erect red nipple, then suddenly pinch 
it, hard. "Oowww," she moaned as he held the taut little bud between his two 
fingers and pinched again. 

It hurt her and he smiled, knowing that he could inflict pain on such 
beauty. He pinched her again, watching her squirm, then took the other 
nipple with his left hand and pinched it harder than he had the first. 

"Oowwww," she cried again, writhing in pain. "Don't you like it," he asked, 
his ugly broken teeth smiling a lewd ugly smile. "You should," he continued, 
"You should love being punished for being what you are." 

The girl didn't understand what he meant, as she turned her body, trying to 
twist away from his grip. Tears of tight pain filled her eyes as she felt 
the pain again. Oh God, stop it, she prayed silent This would take time, he 
thought, releasing his painful grip on her nipples. Such beauty should 
suffer long and hard. He knew that she could not stand the sight of his 
scarred face and he decided to make her know his face better than any other 
man's. 

He raised one knee and rested his weight on the bed. Both arms straddled the 
girls head as he leaned forward breathing his foul ugly breath close to the 
girl's sensitive nostrils. She would hate to kiss him now, he thought, but 
by the time he finished she would beg him to press his lips against hers. 

Erika thrashed her head from side to side to avoid his chapped lips, but 
felt one strong hand grab her jaw and hold her still. She saw the open mouth 
closing on hers and clenched her eyes as tightly as possible to make the 
ugly nightmare go away. 

But it was real! She felt the coarse lips crush down hard onto her tightly 
closed mouth. Her whole concentration was on keeping her mouth shut against 
the wet probing hard-tipped tongue that prodded and pushed at her lips 
forcing its way into her mouth. 

"Mmm," she whined in terror as she felt the tongue enter her mouth, tasting 
its wet, hard tip. 

The pressure of his hand on her jaw forced her mouth wider and the alien 
tongue plunged deep into her mouth, slipping wetly over her own dry tongue 
and thrusting in and out spastically. 

Oh my God, she thought. This can't happen to me too, like all the others. 
Please make him stop, make him go away. She could feel the swollen bulge of 
his throbbing penis pressing tight against her thigh as he mauled her mouth 
with his tongue. There was no sense to it, no sense to the brutality that 
she had seen in the last twenty hours, and now it was going to happen to 
her! 

At last he lifted his mouth and the girl gasped for breath. She could see 
every bristle on his heavy beard in the candlelight. His scars stood out 
prominently, one of them running from the corner of his right eye to the 
lower part of his jaw. 

She watched his greasy head as he lowered it to her breasts, licking at her 
erect nipples with his hard wet tongue. He closed his mouth over the red 
tip, making a strange sucking sound, then began to force her whole breast 
into his mouth. He sucked at it voraciously like a hungry calf wanting milk, 
while his tongue toyed with the tiny sweet bud of her sensitive red nipple. 

"No, no," she groaned aloud, hoping that her pleas would make him stop, 
tough she knew even at the very beginning that it was hopeless and nothing 
would deter him until he had taken what he wanted from her naked body. Her 
throat contracted with fear and she tried to scream, her open mouth nearly 
gagged her as the muscles in her throat fought to keep air from entering or 
escaping. She was a human being, but was treated like an animal by this ugly 
man, Oh God, stop him! 

The stocky Russian soldier was enjoying his sensuous meal as he sucked 
harder at her breast. He was a simple, ugly peasant, but now, beneath him, 
lay the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and she must do what he 
commanded. He reveled in his triumph and groaned at the ache in his loins as 
his rigid cock pressed frantically at his trousers seeking freedom. 

Erika felt his hand reach for the massive organ that rested against her 
thigh, and nearly wretched as he began to stroke it beneath the rough cloth. 
She tugged against the chord, wanting to free herself from this ugly 
pervert, but her strength was not nearly enough. 

The trembling girl could take no more, she thought, as she felt the wide 
hand leave the rigid rod and start to explore the soft flesh of her thigh. 
Her squirming did no good as the hand followed her moving thigh and slid 
over the top to the soft mound of golden fleece between her legs and began 
searching for the moist slit of her cuntal lips. 

"Oooohnh," she moaned involuntarily, feeling the rough calloused finger rub 
over the small bud of her clitoris. It had been so long since a man had 
touched her there. But not this way, she thought, not by this beast. 

The rubbing finger slid further across the open pink lips groping for the 
round entranceway to her warm wet vagina. Probing at the pink raw flesh of 
her opening, the Russian suddenly plunged his thick middle finger deep into 
the fleshy softness of her cunt. 

"Oooohhhh," she moaned half in pain and half in yearning for the lewd 
sensation the finger stirred in her loins. She bit her lip trying to stifle 
the cry that gave her emotion away. She tried to move, but the chord only 
bit deeper into her wrists. The sore muscles of her legs refused to obey as 
she tried to close them together. The ugly Russian had her under his 
complete control. Her eyes watched his lustful face as he pushed harder with 
his finger, exploring the hidden smooth cuntal walls that ached with fear 
and desire. 

Her captor could hardly control himself as he watched her hips rotating 
under the direction of his probing finger. His breath was heavy and fast, 
almost a panting fury. He moved his head closer, then removed his finger and 
pressed his face hungrily into the soft silken mound between her open 
thighs. His tongue lapped out at the hardening bud of her clitoris as he 
rolled his head frantically from side to side, parting the softness of her 
pubic hair with his thumbs as his lips made wet, naked contact with the pink 
smooth flesh of her vaginal slit. Erika, terrified at the exciting sensual 
feeling between her legs, tried to scream, and threw her hips to the side, 
dislodging the Russians face from her fiery cuntal lips. Tears streamed down 
her cheeks at the humiliation of having a man suck between her thighs. It 
disgusted her, yet at the same time, filled her with arousing desire for the 
man's hardened cock she had felt jerking against her flesh before. 

Infuriated that the girl had tried to rebuke him, the big chested Russian 
raised his hand and slapped her hard on the right cheek of her quivering 
buttocks which he held firmly, in full view of his devouring eyes. 

"You'll pay," he yelled at her. "Defy me, you slut! You'll pay for that!" 

Hurriedly he got off the bed and began fumbling with his clothing, breaking 
buttons and bootlaces as he quickly undressed, while Erika watched with 
horror in her eyes. She hadn't counted on making him so angry. Her eyes 
twitched involuntarily in fear, when suddenly she saw his massive thick 
penis spring into view, free of the restrictions of his pants. 

"Oh," she gasped as she saw its thickness and fantastic length. It should 
have belonged to a man twice his size and looked completely out of 
proportion to his height. It would hurt her so much, and if he were mad, he 
might be savage enough to tear her open down there between her thighs. 

"Please," she begged. "Don't do it to me, please!" 

He ignored her completely and finished removing his uniform. Her tight hot 
little cunt would feel so good wrapped around his throbbing cock. He stood 
up and stroked the red blood-filled prick, making it grow even larger. He 
felt its hardness and smiled, thinking of the many fat ugly farm girls he 
had fucked with his oversized organ. None of them, he thought, were like 
her, but they, too, had paid as she would. 

Erika started to whimper as he climbed back onto the bed, straddling her 
with both legs. She stared at the throbbing cock hanging over her belly. Oh 
God it would hurt ... but instead of lowering it to thrust into her tight 
moist cunt, she saw him crawl forward, dragging his balls along her satiny 
smooth skin of her stomach until they rested in the valley between her full, 
firm breasts, the rubbery head of his cock lying menacingly only an inch 
from her mouth. 

Rape was horrible but not this! No, her mind screamed in protest, not this! 
"Suck it," he ordered, pulling a pillow from beside her and tucking it 
behind her head. 

Erika twisted her face to the side, clenching her lips tightly together. She 
wouldn't, she couldn't do it. In all her life she had never heard of such a 
depraved thing ... sucking a man's sexual organ. Nothing could make her do 
it! Suddenly a large heavy hand grabbed her jaw and forced her face back to 
the throbbing organ. "Suck it!" he commanded again and pushed the hard 
pulsating head tight against her closed lips. 

The pain in her scalp was too much as he pulled at her hair. She opened her 
eyes and squinted at the small drop of warm seminal fluid that hung from the 
vertical slit on the end of his long throbbing cock. Oh God, I want to die, 
she thought as he slowly forced her lips apart and pressed his hips 
relentlessly forward. She felt the pressure of the rubbery tip hard against 
her teeth and hesitantly she opened her mouth wider to admit the intruder, 
careful not to scrap it with her teeth. She didn't want to make him angry. 
She, too, remembered the broken and battered body of Eva after the Russians 
had raped her and she could not bear the thought of going through the 
torture of a beating herself. 

"Mmmm," the Russian moaned deep from his belly. It had been so long since a 
woman's lips had enveloped the huge twitching head, and now of all women, 
this one was doing it. She was young, beautiful and innocent, and she would 
do anything he told her. He reveled in the power he held over her, knowing 
that he and he alone controlled her life for this moment. He groaned again 
and pushed harder forcing more of his massive prick into her straining 
mouth. 

Erika was nearly chocking on the thick cock as it sunk further and further 
into her throat. It was impossible to breathe, and she tried to gasp for 
air. She could feel his rough hands pulling and pushing at her head, making 
her follow his rhythm, stroking the throbbing cock with her mouth. The 
massive tip rubbed against the soft tender flesh at the back of her throat, 
massaging it with masculine roughness. 

She raised her hands to grasp the stem of the pulsating prick in an effort 
to take it from her mouth. She kept gasping for breath, each time sucking 
harder at the blood filled head unintentionally heightening the Russian's 
already crazed excitement. 

Finally, it was too much for her, she had to stop. With one quick motion she 
jerked her head back, scraping her teeth along the tender underside of the 
massive prick. 

"Aaarrgghhh," he screamed in pain as small trickles of blood started to pour 
from where her snow white teeth scraped. Falling back on the bed, he grabbed 
the pained cock in both hands, and moaned in agony. The Bitch! She'll pay 
now, like she had never imagined. 

Quickly he examined the broken skin. It wasn't badly hurt, but in his lust 
he had become too sensitive. He looked up at the terrified girl as she 
struggled to free herself from the cutting cord that bound her wrists. She 
didn't see him as she fought to loosen the bonds. Suddenly his heavy hand 
fell on her ankle, twisting it viciously. She turned to face him. 

"You fucking cunt," he said in a low hissing voice. "You shouldn't have done 
that. You think you've hurt me, but its nothing compared to what I'm going 
to do to you." 

Erika recoiled in fear, not knowing what this madman would do to her now. 
Everything was in slow motion as she watched him reach with his other hand, 
grab her free ankle and suddenly, with brute strength, flip her over onto 
her stomach. 

She strained at the cord to pull herself free, but he held her tight as she 
tried to escape. She was ground into the mattress with nowhere to go. 

Oh no, she thought as she felt her legs being spread wide. She hadn't the 
strength to resist, nor even cry out any longer. His hand slid along the 
inside of her thigh to the soft, dividing crevice between her quivering 
white buttocks. The large thick fingers stroked along the virginal crack of 
her buttocks running lightly over the tight puckered circle of her anus. 

The big Russian smiled gleefully as he bent his head and licked wetly at the 
tight quivering little ring. He knew he was torturing her with fear as he 
ran his tongue along the crevice up and down, stopping at the wet slit of 
her cunt, then up again across her frightened rectum. 

Her whole body quivered as he spread her legs further until she thought she 
would split. She could feel his finger replace the lewd wet tongue. There 
was nothing she could do to stop him; it had gone too far and she would pay, 
just as he had told her. 

The groping finger stopped at the rubbery ring and toyed with the tight 
little hole. Her tightly clenched ass tried to refuse him entry, but he 
slapped her hard and she suddenly relaxed the soft, round moons 
involuntarily. 

With a prod and a single push, the finger gained entrance to the tiny hole 
and the girl jumped forward slightly, unable to cry out. There was no pain, 
but a strange sensation of longing sweeping through her tortured body. 

Slowly the finger squirmed lasciviously around in the soft, dark flesh of 
her rectum, turning in half circles to loosen the tight little muscle. 
Suddenly, roughly, he jammed the thick finger up to the second knuckle and 
she strained away from it, but relaxed in a sudden new flicker of pleasure 
that streamed into her rectum. He turned and scraped the finger against the 
soft strange flesh of the virginal rectum, loosening and expanding it for 
the greater intrusion that would soon follow. The girl panted and moved her 
backside in small circles in answer to his probings. 

"Ooooobhh," she moaned as he plunged the finger completely in, up to the 
hilt, this time causing pain in her squirming behind. She thrashed her head 
from side to side trying to subdue the awful feeling when suddenly she felt 
another finger slid in beside the first, nearly tearing her tiny resisting 
passage open. Both fingers moved back and forth like a man's legs walking up 
the rubbery channel of her rectum, scraping at the smooth fleshy walls as 
though he wanted to rip them from his body. 

The depraved Russian looked at the girl with wide, crazed eyes. His tongue 
hung from his mouth as he drooled unknowingly onto her thigh. He, in all his 
ugliness, was doing this to her, making her squeal with pain, skewering her 
with his two massive fingers as though she were his slave, his slave to use 
and debauch as he desired. 

Her head thrashed back and forth as the heat involuntarily began to rise 
deep down in her clasping rectum. She began panting, unable to control the 
wild, racing electric shocks that shot through her asshole and along her 
spine. Each time the fingers jerked she moved her soft buttocks in reprisal, 
trying now to suck the fingers deeper. There was no more pain, but only lust 
in the girl's brain. She had to have it now. 

"Please," she begged. "Fuck me there, oh Please!!" 

I've done it, he thought, I've done it! She was screaming for him to fuck 
her in the ass. A peasant, a simple soldier, and she was begging to be 
fucked by his huge massive cock! 

He jerked his finger free of her expanded anus and bent to lick the passage 
with his tongue, lubricating the entranceway so that it would not hurt so 
much. "Please,!" she screamed, "Oh, God, Fuck me now! FUCK ME!!" 

"On your knees, slut," he ordered her. 

Quickly she rose to her knees in anticipation. She was frantic with desire 
to be fucked by the ugly Russian. She spread her thighs wider as she rose, 
hoping to give him a better position. 

He ran his hands over the round smoothness of her buttocks, then slipped 
across the wetness of her fiery cunt and plunger his finger, one more time 
into the expanded hole of her anus, withdrawing it immediately. He had had 
enough play now and wanted to get on with it. 

He crawled closer, his massive cock jutting out towards the girl's aching 
rectum like a spear heading for its target. The fiery red tip touched the 
lust-incited sphincter, lodging its tip in the tight clenched opening. 

"Oh Fuck! Hurry, please," she begged and reached around with one hand to 
grasp the rigid rod. It was bigger than she thought! It would never fit! But 
her fear was overridden by lust and she tried to force it with her own 
strength into the now searing hole of her anus. Slowly she undulated her 
round smooth hips, one hand still on the huge cock. Her rotating buttocks 
relaxed more and more as the tremendous tool inched its way into her 
virginal quivering rectum. 

"Oooohggg," she wailed in pain as the pulsating head wormed its way forward 
against the tight elastic ring protecting the forbidden secret cavern of her 
behind. 

She wriggled harder until suddenly the massive head slipped, with a slight 
sucking noise just inside the entrance to her rectum and she wailed in pain, 
her face contorted spastically at the terrible intrusion. 

Holding her hips, the Russian clenched his teeth at her tightness. He could 
feel the rubbery flesh of her lust incited rectum fold itself around the 
burning head, caressing it with soft clenching motions. 

"Move," he ordered. "Move!" 

Like the slave she had become, Erika began to rotate her buttocks in wider 
and wider circles. Knowing instinctively what to do, she moved her hips 
backwards pressing against the massive prick. 

"Oh, God, it hurts!" she wailed, but continued to push back against him. No 
matter how much it hurt, she wanted it and wanted it all. 

Tightening his grip on her hips, the Russian surged forward with all his 
strength, pushing his rigid rod completely into the girl's damp raw rectum, 
causing a small trickle of blood to flow from her aching anus. 

Completely filled with the huge twitching cock she moaned in a mixture of 
pain and ecstasy. She felt as if her insides were being torn out as the 
thrusting phallus scorched the insides of her invaded belly. 

Once completely inside, the Russian began to withdraw his cock slowly until 
half of the throbbing stem was out of her, then with another huge surge of 
power, he rammed it deep into her burning anus again. The gigantic log was 
threatening to split her, but he rammed forward again, setting a rhythm 
until the girl started to move with him, slamming her hips back into his 
hairy pelvis as he shoved forward with vicious savagery. 

Somehow, as if she had become a different person, the girl began to feel a 
strange thin line of masochistic pleasure rising in her tight clasping 
rectum. Her head and shoulders began rolling in a sensuous reverie as the 
rigid cock sodomized her backside, each stroke seeming to heighten the lewd 
sensations of pleasure that filled her deep moist insides. Erika started 
pushing her soft bottom backwards to meet the brutal hard thrusts that were 
sending the massive cock completely into her aching anus. Her face was a 
picture of contorted masochistic joy as she thrashed her head from side to 
side, her long hair swaying with every movement. 

The Russian knew that he had won when he felt her picking up his lewd 
rhythm. He stood nearly straight up on his knees as he watched his rock hard 
cock ram in and out of the girls fiery rectum, and heard her breath coming 
in lascivious gasps. His balls smacked against her wet pink cuntal lips as 
he thrust at her, and sent shocks of pleasure and pain through his hairy 
thigh. With each savage obscene stroke she became wilder and more 
uninhibited, moaning with erotic ecstasy as he debauched her backside. 

"Oooooh," she groaned between clenched teeth. "Harder Oooo, Harder!" 

Her whole body was on fire with lustful sexual excitement as she felt the 
white-hot cock thrust harder and harder into her into the fiery confines of 
her ravaged rectum. Sweat poured off her forehead as she thrust her 
quivering buttocks back at the Russian again and again. She couldn't seem to 
get enough of the hard fleshy rod as it filled her to the hilt, each vicious 
stroke nearly tearing her aching anus apart, while the constant slapping of 
his swollen balls down against her hair covered pussy caused the wet pink 
opening to pucker and contract at every lewd contact. 

"Oh, Fuck," she cried, unaware of her voice, "Oh Fuck me, yes Fuck Me!" 

The Russian laughed with a shameless obscene laugh as the girl begged for 
more of his battering hot cock. He drove harder as her pleading voice cried 
for him to debauch her with all his strength, making her a slave to his 
vicious fucking of her rear. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she squealed like a tortured animal. "Oh, please, oh, please 
more, MORE!!" Excited beyond his wildest dreams, the Russian pulled back for 
a great crashing thrust, and the massive cock jerked out of the aching anus 
with a loud sucking noise. "Oh, no," she begged, "Don't stop! DON'T STOP, 
PLEASE!!" 

He wanted to torment the girl and hold back, but every lost second was only 
agonizing torture to himself. Waiting only a moment, he then took both 
cheeks of her quivering buttocks in his hands and spread them apart looking 
at the throbbing stretched elastic ring of her puckered rectum and with a 
lascivious grin on his unshaven face he rammed his throbbing organ again 
into the pulsating hole. 

"Aarrgggghhhh," she screamed feeling the fiery hard pole crash into the wet 
black depths of her burning rectum for the second time in as many minutes. 
She gasped in short straining puffs trying to get her breath while sweat 
poured from her body, soaking the sheets with the salty liquids of her 
labor. She had no control as she gasped and rammed her aching soft buttocks 
against his driving pelvis again and again. 

Trying to get every possible lewd sensation from the ravishing fucking that 
skewered her raw wet rectum, she rotated her sweating buttocks in obscene 
circles against his driving thrusts. She wanted the Russian to spill his 
fiery white cum into her aching tight anus and fill her with his juices 
until she could taste them all the way up in her dry craving mouth. She 
wanted to taste the final punishment of her gross ravaged rape and feel his 
hot sperm coarse through her body and fill her to the depths of her guilt 
ridden soul. 

Out of control, the Russian jerked spastically as he tried to hold on to her 
undulating buttocks. He leaned his head back and began to groan, feeling his 
balls give way to the pressure of his driving orgasm. He growled as the hot 
wet sperm began to shoot through his burning cock and pour into the ravaged 
girl's throbbing rectum. 

"Aaaarrrgghhhhh! You fucking cunt," he screamed at her as all the bitterness 
of his life spewed into the naked girl's thrashing behind. "Bitch! Harder! 
Harder!" 

Erika, her ass thrusting back and upwards at the spewing cock felt the first 
rush of hot cum shoot into her aching anus. It flowed fast and hard, deep 
into the darkness of her pulsating rectum moving like a torrential flood, 
filling her with the white hot liquid until she felt her belly would burst. 
And then, almost before she was aware of it, she was going to cum! 

There was no stopping the sudden jerking that began to thrash at her 
insides, seeming to tear the aching muscles of her belly apart. Like a giant 
wave the electric fire rose up and then suddenly crashed down as she 
screamed in climax, "Aaaarrrggghhhh!!" 

She continued the lewd obscene jerking as she felt the Russian's cum trail 
out of her burning anus to the crevice of her splayed buttocks and trail 
downward, mingling with the hot juices of her own climax as they poured out 
of her wet still throbbing vagina. 

She fell forward as the rapist pulled his half deflated cock out of her with 
a wet, sucking sound. Totally ashamed and humiliated she buried her head in 
the pillow, knowing that she had given in to the demands of an animal, only 
to become a sex-crazed beast, herself. She could feel her head start to spin 
as darkness began to cloud her mind, mingled with the horrible guilt of her 
obscene act. There was no more Hans, and no more life left for her, a girl 
who would so readily submit to the masochistic pleasures of sodomy deserved 
nothing. Oh God, she thought, as the blackness in her confused and tormented 
mind became thicker, what have I become? What will I become tomorrow, if 
today was like this? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Erika's mind was aroused from unconsciousness by the distant rumbling of 
large military trucks. As she vaguely heard the convoy passing by she tried 
to open her swollen eyes, but they seemed as heavy as iron and would not 
immediately respond to her command. 

She became more aware of consciousness when she heard the low mumbling of 
female voices, somehow vaguely familiar, though her dazed mind could not 
place them. She tried again to open her eyes, finally allowing a small shaft 
of blurred light pass into the cornea and deep into her confused mind. But 
the light was shaded by the indistinct shadow of what was apparently a 
woman. 

"Come on, Erika," a familiar voice said. "Open your eyes, and see your 
friends. You're all right. Come on, open up." Reassured by the friendly 
voice, she forced herself with all her effort to open and focus her deep 
blue eyes on her unfamiliar surroundings. "Oh," she gasped in surprise as 
she looked into Eva's half-smiling face, bending over her. "Don't say 
anything for a minute," Eva suggested. "We all know what you're going 
through and understand perfectly. Just rest for a little while and we'll fix 
you something to drink." 

Erika could not believe that she was among friends. Behind Eva, among half a 
dozen staring women stood Karen, watching her friend for a sign of 
recognition. The smile on her face seemed to say that there was nothing to 
fear. 

While Eva held a cold towel to her forehead, Erika turned to look for 
something to tell her where she was, but everything was unfamiliar. 

She could see that she was in a large room, and not on the only bed. Triple 
bunks lined the beautifully papered walls of what had once been a dining 
room in a very large house. The only furnishing besides the bunks were two 
large round tables in the center of the room, and a double electric hotplate 
plugged into an extension chord. 

None of the women whose faces she scanned, seemed to be afraid of anything. 
If not smiling, at least they were expressionless. Somehow, she thought, 
they must have all escaped, and they were now in some sort of way station 
for escaping refugees. But how could they have found her and brought her 
here through all the Russian guards and patrols. 

"Can you speak," Eva asked, startling the stricken girl. "I-I guess so," she 
replied, not sure if she really could. "Wh-where are we?" she asked, needing 
to know immediately that she was safe. "Don't worry about it," Eva advised 
the questioning girl. "Here, take this and drink it. You'll feel much 
stronger." 

Erika took the offered cup of hot soup and put her lips to the edge, testing 
to see if it would be too hot for her chapped sensitive lips to touch. What 
are they hiding, she thought, as she sipped gingerly at the Well seasoned 
vegetable soup. 

The taste of hot soup was so delicious to her starving tongue that she 
decided not to ask any more questions until she had finished. A few more 
minutes wouldn't make any difference, and she did need something in her 
stomach. 

She kept her eyes closed as she drank, savoring every mouthful for three or 
four seconds, assuring herself that it was real, that this was not all part 
of an awful nightmare. And with every gulp, she could feel her stolen 
strength returning to her aching, ravaged body. 

She could feel a raw, almost excruciating pain around the elastic ring of 
her sodomized anus and the memory of her vicious rape came back to her in a 
single agonizing flash ... the memory of that ugly brute raping her from 
behind, debauching her very soul by forcing her to enjoy what he had done. 
It was almost too much for the naive young wife to comprehend. 

Erika rested the cup on the flat of her belly and tried to erase the horrid 
vision from her mind. If she could just relax, just relax, it would go away 
as if it had never happened. Just relax, she thought. Just relax.... 

Erika suddenly reached for the cup she had placed on her stomach, and 
clenched her hands together. She opened her eyes to see that the cup was 
gone, vanished into thin air. 

"Looking for this," Eva asked her, smiling a motherly smile, though she was 
nearly the same age as Erika. "You put the cup on your tummy, then passed 
out again. It's been nearly two hours since you drank the soup. Would you 
like some more?" 

Erika nodded and started to sit up, out a firm hand held her back and she 
turned to see Karen watching her. "I'm all right," she said and Karen took 
her hand away allowing her friend to sit upright on the makeshift bed. She 
wiped her eyes and took another cup from an unfamiliar woman who had just 
walked from the hotplate. Everyone seemed to know what had happened, she 
thought, watching the faces, knowing that they were accusing her of enjoying 
the vicious rape, of enjoying a man other than her husband. They couldn't 
know, she thought, unless.... 

"Eva," she asked cautiously. "Did I say anything while I was out?" 

"Well, you were pretty delirious, screaming and yelling 'No, no, don't,' but 
other than that, nothing. You must've had a pretty rough time, but I think 
you'll be all right. Everyone here has gone through the same sort of thing 
in the last twenty four hours, and we all seem to be in one piece." 

"But how, I-I mean, how did everyone escape and get here," she asked, 
becoming frightened at what the answer might be. "Escape?" Eva replied, a 
look of surprise flashing across her face. "Oh, Erika, you mean you don't 
know yet. We haven't escaped. We're all Russian prisoners!" 

"Ooh," she gasped. "No, it can't be true, it can't!!" 

Karen and Eva quickly grabbed the girl and tried to stop her screaming. If 
the guards heard and came in, it would only be harder on all of them and 
they wanted nothing more to do with the guards than they were forced to. 

"I'm afraid so," Karen told her, carefully watching the door for the feared 
Russian guards. Every woman here and in half a dozen other places, 
apparently, has been raped and taken prisoner. 

Rape! Prisoner! The words reeled through Erika's tormented mind in distorted 
flashes, making her heart beat faster with fear. After what she had gone 
through, she didn't deserve to be hurt anymore, yet here she was a prisoner, 
along with her friends. But why, she asked herself silently, but why? 

"Don't be afraid," she heard Eva say. "No one has been harmed since we've 
come here, and they feed us and make sure that we're comfortable. There's 
been no sign from any of the guards, about why we're here, but I'm sure 
we'll learn soon. Please, Erika, try not to worry. It only makes it harder 
on the rest of us." 

Erika clenched her eyes tightly shut to keep the tears from falling. She 
shouldn't cry if no one else did. She could be as brave as anyone and show 
them all that she was as much a woman as they were; she'd proved that the 
night before. 

"What time is it," she asked, wondering how long she had been captive. "It's 
six o'clock," one of the women said. "We should eat soon because the guards 
said they would feed us at six." 

Erika laid her sleek young body down on the bed and tried to relax, though 
she could think of nothing but the ugly Russian private who had so brutally 
raped her more than twelve hours before. How had she come here, she thought, 
and why did they bring me. I'm not a political prisoner, and certainly not a 
criminal. It doesn't make sense. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shuffling of worn out shoes, and 
hushed whispers throughout the room. She rolled her head to the side and 
pushed the hair from her eyes to see the door opening and a uniformed 
Russian guard enter, followed by two men pushing carts of hot food into the 
room. It was true! 

They were all prisoners, Erika thought, trying to stifle the tears that 
wanted to rush from her soft blue eyes, prisoners of the barbaric raping 
Russians. 

Erika got to her feet when she noticed that all the other women were 
standing. Apparently their captors demanded a certain respect, though, they 
certainly didn't deserve it. 

The guards stopped in the middle of the room and stood at attention. One of 
the women started to uncover a tray of the hot food and was pushed away just 
as an imposing Russian officer entered and walked to the room's center, 
turning in a small circle as if he were appraising the women like cattle. 

"Ladies," he said, his eyes intent and his jaw muscles twitching slightly. 
"You'll have to wait a moment before you eat. I'm here to find three young 
ladies who will not eat until later, so be still and don't move. The sooner 
I find what I'm looking for, the sooner the rest of you can dig into your 
supper." 

Erika watched as the square jawed officer started to walk around the room 
slowly, examining each girl, asking a few to smile, and continuing, until he 
stopped in front of Karen and asked her to smile. 

"You'll do fine," he said and ordered her to stand. by the door. 

He walked toward the next girl, when he saw Eva and Erika standing by one of 
the beds. He knew he had found the other two, and motioned to them to join 
their friend at the door, commanding silence when Erika asked where they 
were going. 

Turning back to the others, he told them to enjoy their dinner, then grinned 
a lewd flashy smile and walked out the door, waving the three girls to 
follow him. 

They followed him down a long hallway until he turned into an open door and 
stood by while they filed in. Erika could not believe what she saw. The room 
had three bathtubs being filled with hot water by other female prisoners. 
Along the wall were two large mirrors framed by a selection of over two 
dozen luxurious evening gowns in all sizes and in the latest styles. 

"You'll bathe and pick the most suitable dresses for each of you," she heard 
the officer explain. "There's plenty of make-up and anything else that 
you'll need. Be sure you look your best. You'll be joining the general and 
his party for dinner tonight." 

The girls stood astonished as he tipped his cap and left the room, followed 
by the women who had filled the tubs. Dinner with the general, Erika 
thought. Why should we be picked for dinner with the general? 

"Dinner with the general, Erika exclaimed almost happily. "Then we aren't 
going to be prisoners. We'll be all right!" 

"I'm not really sure," Eva told her, looking at a tub of steaming hot water. 
"The man who sent me here was an officer, and he didn't hesitate to rape me 
or finally, shoot Kurt." 

"Oh, Eva," Erika cried. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't know." 

"Why don't you two crybabies stop sniveling and wise up," Karen sneered at 
her companions. "What are you, a couple of lily-white virgins who can't 
stand to be touched? So Kurt is dead. That's too bad, but my husband was 
killed nearly two years ago, and I'm still alive." 

"Karen!" Erika cried. "What's come over you?" 

"What's come over me? What's come over me? You sound like somebody's 
mother," she mocked. "What's the matter with you. You both know what the 
Russians are like, and if you didn't get a couple of real bad ones you ought 
to know how wild they are by now. I've had a half dozen or more since I saw 
you leave me in the basement yesterday, and everyone of them was a real 
man." 

Eva and Erika could not believe that this was their friend, Karen, speaking 
now like a common whore. Only yesterday she had been shy, and afraid of 
almost anything, and suddenly, she was talking like a professional 
prostitute who seemed to know all about men. What horrors could have 
happened to change her so radically in such a short time, and were they 
going to change too? 

Frightened, the girls approached Karen, trying to console her, thinking that 
perhaps she was in shock and didn't really mean what she was saying, but the 
older girl was in complete control of herself. The multiple rapes of her 
soft, young body by what was actually more than fifteen savage young Russian 
soldiers had thrown her mind into a completely new world, a world of savage 
sensuality and complete physical and mental debauchery in a matter of less 
than twenty four hours. "Knock it off," Karen shouted. "You two children 
will learn soon enough that the Russians in Berlin are all alike, and 
they'll do to you exactly what they did to me. So save your school girl 
tactics for yourselves if you think you'll still need them after tonight." 

Shocked, Erika and Eva backed away from their friend, afraid that she might 
become violent. They watched her undress, looking for bruises, but saw none 
except the slight red welts between her thighs that had been worn almost raw 
by constant sexual contact with the rough pounding bodies of her rapists. 

"Get your eyes off me," she yelled at them, her face red with rage. If you 
want to look at another woman, look at each other, but keep your filthy 
virgin eyes off me!" 

Oh God, Poor Karen, Erika thought as she turned away and began to undress. 
She's been hurt so badly, that she'll never be the same. There seemed to be 
nothing that the girl could think to say as she removed the rest of her 
flimsy clothing and stepped gingerly into the hot water, testing its 
steaming comfort with her toe first. It seemed as if she hadn't had a bath 
in weeks, and she slid herself into the tub, not looking at either of her 
friends. She had nothing to say for now. All she wanted was that hot bath 
and time to think about tonight and what might possibly happen. Generals 
couldn't be the same as those other horrible soldiers, she thought as she 
picked up the soap. They just couldn't be. All of them had had enough abuse 
to last them a life time and she didn't know if she could stand anymore and 
still retain her sanity. Poor Karen was already gone ... how much longer 
could she and Eva last with the same treatment.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The red headed lieutenant ran his hand lightly over his close cropped hair 
and primped his mustache with his fingers. Everything was ready now, from 
the dinner table and candles to every inch of his appearance. General Zadnik 
was a man with an impeccable taste for perfection in every detail, whether 
it was war strategy or dining arrangements, and especially women. 

The general loved sensual, beautiful women as much as he loved war, and the 
winning of both continually occupied his active mind, leaving little room 
for anything else. Lieutenant Korenski, the general's aide, knew Zadnik's 
tastes as well as his own. He ensured that everything would be as the 
general wanted, knowing that he would receive favors if his job was done 
well and pleased his mentor. 

He had gone to great lengths to find women beautiful enough, and sexually 
stimulating enough to please his general. He knew that the three he had 
chosen for the evening's entertainment would meet all the qualifications 
that were required. 

The large double doors suddenly burst open and the lieutenant turned from 
the mirror and delivered a sharp salute to his superior. The general 
acknowledged with a slight nod of the head and walked toward the fireplace 
where a waiter stood with a tray of drinks. 

Two high ranking Russian colonels walked on either side of their leader, 
each trying to talk at the same time, arguing two sides of what appeared to 
be a major point. "Damn it," the general roared, picking up his sherry. "One 
at a time, comrades, or I won't be able to understand either one of you." 

The lieutenant watched with a smile as both colonels suddenly quieted, until 
the general nodded at one to speak. He did so, slowly at first, then more 
vehemently as he continued, trying to make the general see his point of view 
and confer a favor on him. 

"Seniority and taste have nothing to do with this," the general finally 
said, interrupting the eager colonel. "The only solution would be one of 
sport. So we'll do it this way," and the general pulled a coin from his 
pocket. 

"Graznik," he said looking at the colonel who had just been speaking. "Since 
you're the senior officer, you may call the toss of the coin. If you win, 
you shall have your pick of the ladies after me, but if you lose, Chornin 
will have his choice first Agreed? he asked, knowing that they would, of 
course, both agree. 

The colonel called the toss and watched the coin flip into the air, coming 
down onto the table next to him "Hmmph!" he snorted, seeing that he had lost 
the call. "Settled," the general said and turned toward his aide. 
"Lieutenant, I assumed that dinner is ready and hope that you have chosen 
our companions with great care." 

"Yes, Comrade General," Korenski answered, showing a slight nervousness in 
his voice. "Everything is as you wish, and I think that you'll be pleased 
with the girls. I've gone to great lengths to choose the most fascinating 
women in Berlin for the General and his staff. I have been through all the 
female prisoner compounds and have selected the three most ravishing for 
your pleasure." 

"Fine, fine," the general interrupted impatiently. "Stop talking and bring 
them in. We're all hungry," he finished, laughing suddenly at his small 
joke, and watching the colonels, making sure that they too enjoyed his joke. 

The young lieutenant walked to the far end of the large dining room and 
opened the doors. "Bring them in," he ordered the two sergeants who had 
brought the three girls. 

Erika and her companions got up from their chairs and followed the young 
redhead into the dining hall. She barely heard herself being announced as 
she looked around the most elegant room she had ever seen. Gold bordered 
Communist flags hung in place of drapes, but were the only things in the 
room that had been changed since the hall had been captured from the German 
high command. Once it had been a planning room for the war chancellery, but 
not it belonged to the Soviets for dinner parties. 

The room was decorated with ornate paintings that flickered from the 
reflections of the most splendid chandelier in all Europe. There was the 
glitter of gold and silver throughout the room, all the spoils of war that 
the general would take home with him at the end of the campaign. There was 
enough wealth along the walls and in the glass cabinets to feed starving 
Berlin for months. "Welcome, ladies," the general said and introduced 
himself and his two colonels. 

Nervously, Eva and Erika curtsied, though Karen seemed completely in control 
and sure of herself. She obviously knew what to expect from the Russian 
officers and couldn't wait to get started with the evening's festivities. 

"My aide has told me that you were the most fascinatingly beautiful women in 
Berlin," he chuckled. "And undoubtedly, he was right." 

The general took Erika's arm, showing the others that he had made his choice 
for the evening. He was a man of action, and knew what he liked. The girl 
that he took walked with cat-like grace and had attracted him immediately 
with her sensuous beauty. It was easy to see that she was nervous, but he 
was confident that in a few short hours she would be more relaxed than even 
he could be. 

Erika allowed herself to be led to the dining table by the six foot general. 
She watched him carefully, looking for any of the signs she had seen in the 
ugly private who had raped her but could detect nothing but a sense of 
directness and good manners in the heavy man. She guessed he weighed almost 
two hundred and fifty pounds, most of it from too much caviar. He had none 
of the sleek graceful ruggedness of some of the German generals she had 
seen, but looked rather sensual with his large frame and sensual thick lips. 

Though he was not attractive, he seemed at least, to be a gentleman, and her 
fear lessened as she sat at the table and watched him pour vodka from one of 
the half dozen bottles by the table. Her eyes wandered to Eva who was 
carefully watching her colonel, wary still of his words and moves, afraid 
that he, too, might be just like the white haired lieutenant who had raped 
her in front of her helpless husband. 

But Karen had different ideas about the Russian officers. After discovering 
the animal instincts that lurked deep inside her, she had been able to tell 
any man's sexual prowess simply by looking at him, and she knew that the 
general and two colonels were three men who made heavy demands on their 
women, and would use them as they wished for their oversexed desires. 
Throughout dinner she smiled, drank, teased and aroused her colonel with her 
knowing seductive body, letting him know that she was aware of what was 
expected of her. Erika and Eva on the other hand, were equally fearful of 
Karen's blatant display of sexual aura, thinking that her seduction of the 
Graznik would give the other two Russians ideas about them, and cause a 
scene when they would coquettishly refuse. The Russians were drinking 
heavily, but, because the girls had been so taken by the general's good 
manners, they thought they would be safe and not the object of another 
sexual intrusion. 

All three Russians thought they had come upon the most exciting find of all 
the treasures of Berlin. Their ladies were young, magnificently endowed with 
large breasts and smooth bodies, and possessed a great deal of charm, enough 
charm to make then evening in bed a veritable storm of passion, especially 
after five or sex quarts of vodka. 

After the meal, the general stood to make a toast. "To you, our charming 
ladies of the evening, and to the rest of the night's play," he said, 
nodding to the red headed lieutenant who had been standing by. 

Erika, not sure what he meant, followed his eyes to Korenski who was opening 
a set of double doors. Beyond his shoulder she could see a huge bed, covered 
with a large gold brocade spread. Involuntarily she shook her head in 
disbelief. Not them, not the gentlemen who had been so polite, so 
entertaining. They couldn't be like the others, they just couldn't! 

"Come, ladies," Zadnik beckoned them, weaving slightly as he stood. "Let's 
adjourn to a more comfortable room. "N-No," Erika said aloud as all heads 
turned toward her. She could see even Eva looking at her in dismay. "I 
can't, I just can't," she cried, tears welling in her eyes as the ugly 
memory of the night before raced through her tortured mind. 

"You have no choice," the general suddenly snapped at her. "You're not here 
by your own free will, but by my choosing, and you'll leave when I'm done 
with you and not a moment before!" 

"B-But," she tried to say, but the tone of his commanding voice frightened 
her too much to speak and she cowered away from him. "Lieutenant, what's 
wrong with this cold little bitch," he slurped. "I told you to get me the 
best, and I meant the best. Now, dammit, bring her into the bedroom!" 

Erika looked for a place to run, but as he turned, broke the heel of her 
shoe and tripped, tearing the top of her dress as she fell. She tried to 
cover the exposed white orbs of her firm rounded breasts as they sprung from 
the confinement of her low cut dress, but before she could, was dragged to 
her feet by the red headed lieutenant. 

She tried to squirm free from his vice-like grip as he half dragged her 
across the room to the leering general whose eyes were glued to the bouncing 
of her succulent breasts as she fought to free herself. She was disgusted 
and frightened by the lustful look that he gave her with his vodka soaked 
eyes. 

During dinner he had drunk almost two full bottles of the bitter vodka and 
could hardly stand on his feet without faltering. She watched him unloosen 
the top of his overstuffed tunic, popping two of the buttons on the floor at 
her feet. 

"So you don't want to play games with us," he slurred through his drunken 
lips. "That's no way for a lady to act." 

Erika stood trying to kick her other shoe off while he drunkenly appraised 
her. She could feel Korensld's steel grip on her arm, while his other hand 
softly kneaded at the round smooth flesh of her buttocks, making her cringe 
with fear. 

"You'd better change your mind, or things will be much worse for you, my 
dear," he advised her, a small string of saliva trickling from the corner of 
his full thick lips. "Bring her over here," he continued, motioning toward 
the bed. 

The girl followed, passing by Eva who was standing already in the bedroom, a 
look of passive submission in her eyes. She knew what was expected of her 
from these perverted Russians, and would not resist, knowing that even rape 
would not be as bad as dying. 

The general staggered toward the bed and stood above the girl as he began to 
unbutton his trousers. Karen and the colonels watched with salacious grins 
spreading across their deviate faces. Karen had adjusted to the brutalities 
of the Russians, and nothing pleased her now, as much as watching another 
woman at the brutal hands of the savage rapists. 

Her lascivious grin broadened as the general's penis broke into view, 
already hard and pulsating with lustful desire for the helpless girl on the 
bed. It was disproportionately large, even for a man of his size-nearly 
three fingers thick at the base and expanding out like a blossoming plant to 
the huge purple head. It jutted out from his hairy body, curving slightly 
upward like the thick of a tree protruding horizontally out from the side of 
a mountain. 

Erika whimpered as she lay helpless on the giant bed, unable to think of any 
possible escape. She tried to resist as the lieutenant again grabbed her and 
pulled her to her feet, but had no strength to fight back as he ripped at 
the rest of her dress, pulling it completely from her body, leaving only her 
light silken panties that he immediately tore from her hips with a loud 
ripping sound. She stood completely nude before all her friends, letting 
them see the bruises she had suffered from the madman the night before. 

The general stripped the rest of his clothes off and fell heavily on the 
bed. His breathing was slow and labored, dulled by too many vodkas, but his 
throbbing penis had ideas of its own as it twitched involuntarily out into 
the freedom of the air. 

"Let me have her," he commanded drunkenly. "Spread her and put her down on 
me." She futilely tried to struggle against Korenski as he pushed her toward 
the bed. Stifled sobs came from her contracted throat as Chorin grabbed her 
other arm to help his depraved comrade. 

Easily they lifted her onto the bed and spread her legs so that the 
quivering lips of her hair lined pussy hovered sensually above the pulsating 
head of Zadnik's throbbing cock. They bent her body at the waist so that her 
firm young breasts hung loosely, swaying as she tried to move, exciting all 
four men in the room. 

Eva watched with tears in her own eyes, unbelieving of the licentious 
spectacle before her, knowing that if she didn't cooperate, she could be 
next. 

Slowly they forced her quivering buttocks downward toward the massive head 
until the white crevice between her soft round buttocks hung directly over 
his hungry hard cock. He took another swig of vodka and dropped the bottle, 
then suddenly grasped both cheeks of her ass and spread them, exposing the 
red elastic ring of her puckered anus to his drunken lust crazed gaze. 

"She's no virgin there," he laughed, seeing the bruised flesh around the 
tight clenching little hole. 

His strong thumbs spread her aching crevice wider, forcing her to relax the 
muscle under the pain of his grip. He lifted her a few inches, grinning 
obscenely as he strained, then set her down on the bright red knob of his 
cock, laughing suddenly at the sensation of her weight against the throbbing 
head of his penis. 

Eva gasped as she heard the agonizing squeal of her friend who was being 
debauched in front of her by the perverted Russian officers. She could see 
that the rubbery tip had not penetrated the tight little hole, but had just 
barely lodged itself a the quivering entrance, positioned for a brutal 
thrust. 

"Goddamn it!" the general roared. "Help me get her on!" 

Karen watched with glee as the two men started pushing Erika downwards onto 
the huge throbbing head. She could hardly hear the girl's helpless squeals 
above the lewd laughter of the Russians as they forced her puckered anus 
down over the rock hard cock. The elastic ring of the ravaged anus began to 
give way to the pressure as the girl weakened in her futile struggle against 
the force of the lust-incited officers. 

"Aaarrggghhh," she shrieked as the walls of her anus collapsed and slipped 
down over the glans of the hard throbbing head. Electric shocks of pain 
coursed through her body and her face contorted in agony. The drunken 
general lay back on the bed, his jaws tightly clenched in masochistic 
pleasure as he felt his pulsating cock being sucked into her quivering 
rectum. He could hardly move, but allowed his comrades to slowly lower the 
girl onto the still swelling penis. 

Eva watched her sobbing friend, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was cruel, 
ugly torture for a girl who had done nothing. Erika was being brutally 
punished for the crimes of Adolph Hitler and his cronies. She was innocent 
of any wrongdoing, yet she had become the scapegoat for a world she did not 
create. Eva closed her eyes and let the tears flood freely, not wanting to 
see any more of the depraved rape of the naked girl. 

Zadnik, drunk, hardly moved as the comrades continued to lower the girl, 
forcing the pulsating prick deeper into her stretching rectum. His hands 
still head the soft orbs of her buttocks and kneaded the pliant flesh as he 
felt his throbbing cock sink deeper and deeper into the smooth, almost 
virginal flesh of her ravaged anus. The rubbery tip probed its way along the 
warm dark shaft searching for new excitement. 

A tiny stream of blood trickled from her clenched lips" where she had 
clamped her teeth, trying to blot out the pain. She could feel no pleasure 
as she had the night before, but only shame and humiliation as she knew that 
her friends watched her debauching, one of them crying, the other one 
laughing. She could feel the massive prick's thick base push its way into 
her inflamed anus and knew that the entire blood-filled cock now rested 
completely in the dark damp passage of her ass. 

"Aaahhhh," the drunken general sighed, as he felt the outer lips of the 
tight elastic ring close around the base of his cock, mingling with the dark 
black pubic hairs. "Now" he ordered his subordinates. Immediately with lust 
filled eyes they responded as they had done so many times before. 

Chornin held the girl's trembling body while Korenski held her small ankles 
and stretched her legs to their full length. The colonel started to bob her 
light, perspiring body up and down on the throbbing cock while the 
lieutenant side stepped slowly, turning her like a merry-go-round on the 
stiff red rod. Zadink moved his loins slightly to adjust his aching back and 
push his pulsating cock further into her moist clenching channel. She 
groaned, opening her eyes, hoping that it was all a horrible obscene 
nightmare, that would stop when she awoke, but the agonizing pain made her 
squeal. She could see Karen's lewd grin mocking her as the older girl began 
to slip out of her own clothes. Karen could hardly wait for her turn at the 
general, then the two colonels and if she was lucky, maybe the lieutenant, 
too. She wanted to be fucked like that by all of them and could think of 
nothing else, completely ignoring Erika's sobbing cries. 

Zadnik could feel the fire rising in his great cock, burning from the 
intense volcanic pressure in his inflamed balls. He watched with a great 
obscene grin as his comrades rotated the helpless squealing girl painfully 
in circles around his huge swollen cock. 

Erika could no longer control her sobs as her pain-racked body shook 
convulsively as she slowly turned on the massive prick. Her tear-filled eyes 
could barely make out Eva's back, or Karen's lust incited nakedness as she 
feverishly awaited her turn. The general moaned deep in his thick throat as 
he felt the pulsating rectum turning on his fat cock, scraping every inch of 
the twitching head with its smooth damp walls. The two Russians panted as 
they rotated her, their own massive pricks bulging in their trousers, 
dotting the rough fabric with leaking semen. They turned and bobbed her 
helpless long sleek body, impaling her again and again on the red stiff 
cock. She groaned between her tightly clenched lips, trying to stifle any 
sensuous noises that might incite them to even more degraded pleasures. 

She could feel him tense his body beneath her and begin to rise 
uncontrollably in the first spasms of orgasm. The drunken general had only 
seconds left as he felt the first eruption leave his aching balls and speed 
the raw fiery white liquid through the throbbing channels of his burning 
cock suddenly spewing into her dark wet rectum, lubricating the swollen 
aching walls as he thrust his massive cock in short jerks, tearing at the 
reddened flesh. 

"Ugghhh," he groaned as the final spurt of white not cum left his cock and 
filled her ravaged anus with its burning juices. 

Erika froze as he came, closing her eyes as she felt the disgusting pervert 
cum at last into her raped ravaged anus. She felt the other two lechers 
release their grip on her body and slim ankles and in a moment she started 
to raise herself off, heaving a sigh of relief as the half deflated cock 
slipped from her ruptured rectum with a sordid sucking sound. 

She was free at last, but it no longer seemed to matter. She fell in a heap 
onto the deep carpet of the floor, sobbing in shame and humiliation at what 
had happened to her. She had become the toy of vicious cruel animals who had 
and would use her for any depraved sexual aberration they might wish to 
fulfill. 

Eva sat crying in the corner, weeping for her friend who had suffered the 
depraved degradation of those lecherous Russians, but Karen, completely 
naked and panting, cared nothing for the feelings of the other two women. It 
was obvious to her, that she could be fucked any way she wanted, and she 
wanted; she wanted to be fucked until she was split wide open by those great 
throbbing cocks. Karen turned to Graznik, who stood beside her, his tongue 
hanging from his drooling mouth. She tore at his clothing with her long 
slender nails, trying to rip it from his body. His lust incited eyes were 
suddenly aroused by the obscene grabbings of the girl as she tore the 
buttons from his pants and groped for the swollen cock that sought freedom 
from the tight confines of his uniform. 

The palm of her hand was nearly seared as she grabbed the hot pulsating 
prick and pulled it out, dropping to her knees and hungrily sucking it into 
her mouth, twirling her tongue around the massive cock as she bobbed her 
head back and forth, making it swell even larger. The huge cock was greater 
than Zadnik's by more than an inch in length, and the red hot head nearly 
filled her throat with the droplets of semen that leaked from the slit on 
the end. 

"Look at this hot little cunt," Graznik called to his lust filled comrades 
who were ripping the last of their clothing off. "She's sucking me off and I 
haven't done a goddamn thing to her yet." 

Korenski and Chornin roared with licentious laughter and threw their pants 
to the floor, rushing over to grab the sex crazed girl and pull her away 
from the delicious cock that she sucked at so voraciously. 

"Ooowwww," Graznik screamed in pain as her hard bright teeth scraped across 
the tender skin of his swollen cock. He bent to the floor holding the 
bruised cock with both hands, trying to soothe the torn flesh. 

"Come on," Chornin yelled to him. "Stop beatin' your meat and get your ass 
over here. We can all fuck her at the same time!" 

Karen couldn't understand what they were saying, but her lustful tone of 
Chornin's voice told her that she would get what she wanted. She moaned in 
ecstasy and rolled her long body over, stretching her slender arms high 
above her head, entwining her fingers, purring like a cat. She was a bitch 
in heat and needed all the fucking she could get. Nothing else mattered but 
having those huge throbbing cock thrusting and driving into her aching wet 
cunt. 

She felt the bed sag and looked to see Korenski leaning over her, his 
panting tongue hanging loosely from his drooling mouth. His saliva dripped 
onto the taught red bud of her hard little nipple, its heavy density feeling 
like the white hot cum that she needed so much. She wanted to suck him, to 
suck anybody, she thought as her eyes lowered devouring his engorged, 
throbbing cock. 

The heavy smell of vodka permeated her nostrils as he leaned to kiss her 
with his slobbering lips. She moaned as he crushed his lips onto hers with 
all the lust incited force within him. His hand moved over her shoulders to 
the erect red nipple, pinching it between two fingers, squeezing until she 
suddenly squealed with masochistic delight. Her quivering breasts were firm 
and supple and needed to be sucked. Korenski traced his heavy Lips across to 
the excited little nipple that jutted straight up and sucked it into his 
mouth, squeezing it with his teeth, then sucked as much of her large firm 
breast into his mouth as he could. 

Karen held her eyes tightly shut and reveled in the savageness of his 
obscene sucking, thrashing her head back and forth in sexual ecstasy as the 
pain shot through the soft flesh. Harder, she thought, harder. She didn't 
care that he was a drunken Russian whose comrades had killed her husband 
almost two years before. She didn't care that he was a drunken Russian whose 
comrades had repeatedly raped her the day before. She didn't Care! She 
wanted to be fucked, and fucked NOW! 

Other hands suddenly began groping at the soft flesh of her white thighs, 
exploring their way, kneading and plying as they roamed toward the soft, 
silken curls between her legs. The hard rough fingers probed for the hair 
covered pussy searching for the blood-filled bud of her clitoris in the hot 
wetness of her secreting vaginal slit. 

"Ooooohhhh," she sighed as the fingers found their mark and rubbed over the 
erect little bud, sending erotic electric shocks through her thighs. The 
fingers pinched the fiery clitoris and pulled at it, elongating the erect 
little organ. 

"Groan you little bitch," Chornin hissed at her. "It hurts and it'll hurt 
more, so groan your fucking ass off!" 

His harsh words excited her even more as she Celt the hard fingers groping 
for more of the bud, trying to find more in the wet, slippery, pink flesh. 
Between the hard sucking at her tits and the brutal pulling at her engorged 
clitoris, she was nearly going out of her mind, throwing her head back and 
forth on the pillow, begging inside for more. 

"Oooooh," she moaned. "Suck me, Please. I need it. Please, SUCK ME!" 

Korenski, thinking that she was pleading with him, bit harder at her 
breasts, while Chornin, incited by her begging, lunged his head at the soft 
hair lined lips and spread them with his fingers. His wide eyes staring at 
the wet pink cunt, he suddenly flicked his tongue out with tortuous 
quickness and lapped at her secreting juices. 

Karen squealed with delight as the hard wet tongue licked at her yearning 
cunt, filling her with even more obscene desire, wanting him to push the 
pink tongue deep into her pulsating pussy. 

She opened her eyes and let her jaw go slack as she saw the lewd spectacle 
in the mirror. One man was sucking at her breasts, one after the other, 
while a second was licking at the wet pink slit between her legs. It was 
sooo good, but she needed more. She had to have more. Oh God, I need them 
fucking me, her depraved mind prayed. Let them fuck me till I die! 

"Aaaaahhhhhh," she moaned in ecstasy and suddenly pushed Korenski's head 
away from her breasts and grabbed Chornin's greasy hair, burying his face 
completely between the hair covered lips of her enlarged cunt. He thrashed 
his head back and forth, slithering his tongue over the swollen bud, then 
turned his hairy body for the final assault. 

Once in position, without ever taking his mouth from the hair lined cunt, he 
began licking up and down over the quivery fiery hot Lips and across no 
man's land to the tight rubbery elastic ring of her anus, lapping lightly at 
it. He moved his head back and forth, teasing, tormenting the hungry wet 
cunt. He was mad with obscene desire. The fiery throbbings in his swollen 
cock were burning through his entire lust filled body. 

Korenski knelt beside them on the bed, rebuked by the girl, and knowing that 
he could not move the colonel. He was full of jealous rage, but could do 
nothing. He looked at the girl, Eva, weeping in the corner, but didn't want 
her. He wanted Karen to suck his rock hard cock into her aching fiery cunt 
and bury the rod in her belly. It wasn't fan-that he should have to wait, 
but he would find a way. He must. 

"She's mine," Granznik's voice suddenly roared out of nowhere. "I had her 
first, and goddamn it she's going to stay mine. Now get your fucking ass off 
the bed and let a man show you how it's done." 

Karen jerked her head to stare at the bellowing colonel. She nearly screamed 
when Chornin took his head from between her legs to face his adversary. He 
can't stop now, her tormented body screamed. He just can't. 

"What the hell are you talking about," Chornin spat. "Possession, you 
bastard! Possession says she's mine. Now get the fuck out of here." 

Graznik stood back, shocked by what his subordinate had said. He could see 
the girl's warm secretions glistening on Chornin's lips and nose. He was 
excited by the obscene face, but afraid of his opponent's strength. He had 
to have her, but he would never win a fight. There must be a way, he 
thought, feeling the aching in his loins. 

Eva had heard the colonel's roaring and lifted her weeping head. She gasped 
at the gruesome sight before her, the three Russians, all naked, dripping 
with sweat and hardly able to stand, while Karen thrashed back and forth on 
the bed in agony, wanting anyone to fuck her. It couldn't be real. There's a 
mistake, she thought. It's all only a bad dream. Only forty eight hours ago 
she was a normal Berlin housewife, and Erika and Karen were average lovely 
young women. But now, it was all different. There was nothing average or 
normal about any of them. Her tears flooded from her reddened eyes as she 
tried to straighten her tangled mind. 

She heard Korenski shout pleadingly, "Let's not fight, for Chrissake. She's 
enough for all of us." His drunken drawl was hardly understandable. "This 
hot little cunt could take us all at once, so let's not argue." 

"Three at once," Chronin quizzed. 

Graznik sat on the bed and rolled the unconscious general's body over. He 
picked up the general's half empty bottle and took a big swallow. "It could 
be done," he mused. "But it'll take a helluva lot of strategy." 

The trio laughed uproariously, but Eva could only sob at what she had heard. 
She looked at Karen whose hand had crept to the moist silken hair that 
covered her yearning cunt and was shoving her finger in and out slowly. Eva 
looked at the naked bodies, one at a time, nearly retching at the lurid 
display of soft white flesh in the dim fight of the large room. They were 
all animals, and Karen had become the most obscene of the lot. 

Karen spreading her legs wide in invitation, suddenly turned her attention 
from her probing fingers to the three men, her eyes pleading for them to 
thrust their hungry, swollen cocks into her hair-covered pussy. There was 
but a moment's pause and the three lust-incited were on the bed beside her. 

Six hands suddenly began roving over her supple flesh, kneading it to almost 
burning temperatures as they stroked her, teasing every pore with their 
passion-arousing caresses. One sucked at her breasts, while another licked 
at the moist slit of her pussy, while yet the third probed at the rubbery, 
elastic ring of her anus. 

"Ooooh," the sex crazed girl moaned, feeling like a thousand needles were 
pricking at her ravaged, hungry body. She could feel the heat of their 
bodies next to her, burning her into the silk sheets, scraping at every 
sweating pore. "We'll have to figure a way to do it," Graznik babbled 
insidiously as he toyed with her puckered anus. "Chronin lifted his wet lips 
from her pulsating hot cunt and added, "It won't be hard. We'll just have to 
organize." 

All three again got up from the girl and she started sobbing, "Don't stop, 
please don't stop. I can't stand it Fuck me, oh mother of God, Fuck "I can't 
wait," Korenski yelled and leaped at the girl, but was quickly jerked back 
by the other two. 

"Hang on to your goddamned horses," Graznik ordered him. "You said there's 
enough, and there is, so just wait a fucking minute." Eva watched in horror 
as the three Russian officers prepared for their next move, carefully 
planning how they would all fit into the bereaved Karen at once, laughing 
and drinking as they talked, taking a moment or two to pinch Karen's burning 
wet cunt, teasing her to near insanity. Eva could no longer understand what 
was happening. She saw Karen thrashing and moaning, begging the lust filled 
animals to fuck her, throwing herself at their mercy. But by now, Eva had 
little mind left. The whole lewd scene was only a scrambled morbid image in 
her horrified broken thoughts. 

Once decided on their lecherous plan of action, Chronin fell onto the bed 
and buried his head between Karen's wide-spread thighs, driving his hard wet 
tongue deep into her hair-fined cunt. He knew that it would drive her to 
even wilder heights of perverted passion and licked at her open thighs 
hungrily. In a few minutes she would be on the receiving end of three of the 
largest most massive pricks in all Berlin, ravaged and fucked until she 
would pass out from the sheer volume of flesh they would give her. 

Korenski watched his partner sucking voraciously back and forth between the 
girl's legs. Chronin sucked and bit at her squirming clitoris, slithering 
his hard wet tongue across the soft pink folds of her pulsating lips. 
Korenski slipped his large hand to the base of his massive swollen prick and 
ran his fingers along the tender underside to the throbbing head and began 
to caress himself, never for a second taking his eyes off the thrashing 
girl. He'd seen Zadnik fuck dozens of girls before and never had gotten a 
piece of any of them, but now he was going to be part of a triple fuck, and 
the though excited him more as his hand started stroking the huge cock in 
rhythm with Chronin's head. 

Graznik, too, could not take his eyes off the wild, excited girl, though he 
could barely see Korenski rubbing the red hot tip of his own burning cock. 
The colonel had had many women in his time, but never with other men. He 
imagined the three of them fucking her, as he suddenly realized that 
twitching cock resting in his hand, ached to be relieved of its torment. 

Meanwhile, down between her open thighs, Chronin was beginning to know every 
inch of the tortured girl's moist pink cunt. The more he sucked her, the 
more she groaned for his gigantic cock which had swollen to a greater size 
than ever before. He held both of her reddened thighs bent back over his 
head and ate at her voraciously, nipping with his teeth, as he tasted the 
honeyed juices that flowed from deep within her open, aching pussy. Graznik 
watched, hypnotized by the lewd sucking that Chronin was giving the girl. He 
could see her twitching spastically at each bite, trying to bury the sandy 
haired Russians head deep into her defiled cunt. Graznik could hardly wait, 
stroking his throbbing cock to greater hardness knowing that in a few 
seconds he would climb on and make her suck him until he spewed all of his 
burning cum deep into her soft throat. He was excited even more by the 
thought of the three of them fucking her together. He had never done it 
before, and would probably last about two seconds before his balls would 
explode. Three at once; two fucking her fiery cunt at once, a third getting 
his rock hard cock sucked like a lollipop. It was almost too much to think 
of. 

Chronin knew Karen was ready. He could feel her thighs twitching and trying 
to kick out so that she could climax. He wanted to taste the boiling hot 
juices that would flow from her hair-lined pussy what she came, but he 
didn't want her to have all the pleasure. He wanted to bury his thick pole 
keep into that wet cunt and fuck the life out of her until she begged for 
him to stop. 

Suddenly Eva screamed in terror from across the room. Chronin jerked his 
head up to see Korenski starting to grab at her bouncing breasts. "Leave her 
alone, goddamit!" he roared. "She can wait. Let's fuck this one first!" 

Chronin wanted to fuck Karen, but he didn't want to do it alone. The obscene 
pleasure he would get knowing that all three of them would be ravaging the 
wet channels of her body was too much to pass up. 

"Get over here, Korenski, and get your ass "planted on the bed," he ordered 
the depraved young lieutenant. "Tovaritch," he said to his fellow colonel, 
"get ready to get the sucking of your Mel" Eva sobbed uncontrollably in the 
corner as she watched the three drunken sex starved Russians assemble their 
naked bodies on the bed, ready to fuck Karen half to death. They were 
leaving her alone, but it didn't matter. She hardly cared any more, knowing 
that she would probably be next. Her eyes perceived the jutting great 
penises hanging around her friend's mouth and wet pink pussy. There seemed 
to be a thousand massive pricks flying through the air, all of them aimed at 
her scrambled brain. 

Korenski had stretched out on the bed still stroking his long throbbing 
cock. He suddenly laughed and waved it like an obscene sexual flag, 
beckoning the girl. 

Karen, not sure what was happening any longer, hesitated, looking 
questioningly at the man who had sucked her halfway to heaven. "Don't just 
lie there, bitch," he yelled at her. "Get your hot little Nazi body on top 
of me." 

Understanding what he wanted, Karen rolled over and got up to her knees. She 
crawled to the swaying red cock and started to examine it. It wasn't as 
thick as the others, but it was long and she knew it would hurt. She opened 
her mouth and hung out her long wet tongue and licked the stiff rod up and 
down and around the pulsating head to lubricate it. She wanted it to hurt, 
but not enough to kill her. 

A sudden hard slap on her soft white buttocks made her turn over, to stare 
into the two Russians' glazed eyes. She must waste no time, but then, she 
didn't want to. She wanted the fucking so badly that every second lost was 
torture to her depraved, lust ridden mind. 

She spread her legs and positioned her heated loins over the hard upright 
rod, hardly able to balance herself. She felt two pairs of hands grab her 
waist, as a third set held the throbbing cock in place, nudging at the hair 
lined opening. The two men pressed her downward until she felt the obscenely 
long cock probe into her swollen wet opening, then let go, and let it plunge 
completely into the fiery hot vagina. 

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned in lustful ecstasy as she felt the swollen head push 
roughly into her cervix scraping teasingly along the smooth wet walls. 

She slowly lifted then lowered her body onto massive shaft, just enough to 
tease the reddened head deep inside her burning vagina. Her panting breath 
incited the young lieutenant and he began a slow bucking to meet her 
rhythmic bobbing. He could feel the hot flesh of her fiery cunt swallowing 
every inch of his long throbbing cock and clenched his teeth trying to hold 
back the climax that he expected to come any second, while his partners, 
their leering grins hovering overhead, watched breathlessly, each stroking 
his own massive cock for the onslaught. 

It felt so good, so hot, but it was not enough. Her lust crazed mind 
screamed for more swollen cocks to suck and fuck as she began to push her 
slim round hips back and forth like riding a horse, so that she could feel 
the pulsating prick scrape harder at the smooth swollen walls of her aching 
vagina. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, praying for more cocks, and she 
didn't see the other men ready themselves. Granzik took her shoulders in his 
strong hands and pulled her forward, forcing her to bend at a painful angle 
and expose the tight elastic ring of her anus. She had been raped so many 
times in the last twenty four hours that the small round ring had lost most 
of its resistance, and she could feel it open, flowering of its own volition 
for the intrusion that was to come. 

She tried to relax when she felt the swollen pulsating tip of Chronin's huge 
cock suddenly touch at the enlarged opening. Her smooth buttocks quivered as 
both his hands grabbed and spread them apart, then fumbled about searching 
for the ravaged anus. Just as one of the probing fingers jabbed into the 
dark rubbery opening, two big hands grabbed her jaw and brought her head 
upwards to stare at the tiny slit on the end of Graznik's swollen prick. 

Eagerly she opened her mouth and lunged for the red throbbing head, but he 
pulled it back, teasing her. She reached out with one hand and grasped the 
fiery hot rod, pulling him forward, and thrust it into her mouth, sucking 
like a hungry lion when suddenly she was pushed helplessly forward by 
Chronin s driving thrust as he sank his massive prick an inch into her 
already filled cunt At first she couldn't believe it. She thought that he 
was going to skewer her throbbing anus, but instead ... my God ... they're 
both going to fuck my cunt! She could feel the rough finger still in her 
ravaged anus, buried to the second knuckle. But all the lust inciting 
sensations were in her burning wet vagina. It was more cock than she had 
ever dreamed of and moved slowly, trying to see if she could actually take 
both the swollen pricks at once. She felt them slip and rub against each 
other inside her aching passage, both men trying to adjust to the strange 
obscene fucking, trying to develop a rhythm. Her whole craving body felt as 
if razors were slicing at her skin as she felt first one man move forward, 
then the other move back. She was stretched to the limit of endurance. Her 
enlarged cunt couldn't take any more than it had. She could feel two strong 
cocks sliding back and forth over every sensual inch of her pulsating 
vagina. She was in heaven at last, completely filled with the rock hard 
flesh of two men, each wanting to fuck her and cum inside her throbbing 
pussy. 

As she reveled in ecstasy at the two pricks in her cunt, Graznik was pushing 
his hips forward and backward, sliding his massive cock in and out of her 
ovaled wet mouth, plunging it deep into her throat. She was a German, a 
woman in a defeated country, and better yet, a goddamned nympho. He had 
never known a woman who wanted so much fucking and did it so well, with no 
object, with total surrender. He moaned as she sucked at a few more drops of 
his lewdly secreting semen. She bobbed her head in rhythm with her hips as 
she tried to force every licentious sensation in her body at once. 

Eva sat in the corner watching the depraved spectacle, trying to understand 
what was happening. She held her torn dress tightly to her crotch, not 
recognizing the rising fire that was building inside her soft warm cunt. She 
knew that they were Russians, and Karen was German. German, she thought, I'm 
German, but they aren't doing that to me. Her scrambled mind vaguely 
associated Hitler with Germany, but could no longer remember the hideous 
crimes of the Nazis, nor recognize the hideous crime that the three Soviet 
officers were committing on the bed before her. 

She felt a light dampness trickle through the thin fabric of her dress as 
she pressed it into the soft silken hairs trying to relieve the ache that 
was growing horribly and out of control in her groin. Like a small curious 
animal she got up from the corner and walked toward the bed. Her eyes were 
glued to the thrusting hips that plunged a massive prick into Karen's 
yearning mouth. Eva reached out and touched the white fat cheeks of 
Graznik's ass with one hand, and drew it back quickly when she felt a tingle 
run through her legs and into the ache that pressed in her vagina. Again, 
wanting to feel the tingle, she touched the buttocks and felt a flash of 
fire burn into her groin. She reached out with the other hand and grasped 
the other cheek and began to knead it. She could feel hot juices flowing 
from her hair line lips down her thighs. 

Vaguely she could remember having a huge cock like that driving into her 
yearning cunt, finally relieving the ache. She wanted the ache to stop. It 
must stop. 

She dug her fingernails into his buttocks and tried to pull him away from 
Karen so that he could fill her with the rock hard rod and stop the ache. 
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain across her cheek as he swung out and struck 
her viciously, knocking her to the floor. 

"Wait your goddamned turn, you German whore," he screamed at her. 

Eva stayed where she had been knocked down and rejected. Oh god, it aches, 
she thought and thrust a rough finger past the hair covered lips deep into 
her burning cunt. It wasn't enough and she slid another finger alongside the 
first trying to put out the fire. 

Karen saw her friend masturbating out of the corner of her eye, but didn't 
recognize her. She could only feel the gigantic hot hard flesh of three 
cocks ravaging her sex crazed body. They were all in rhythm, driving, 
plunging, filling her to the hilt. This was the end. There was no more 
husband, no more war, and no more Germany. She had all the men she could 
want, all that she could take. There was no more world except the one 
burning deep in her fiery cunt, screaming to be put out by a flood of 
spewing cum. 

Chronin felt the volcanic pressure in his balls straining for release. He 
knew that in a few moments he would cum all over his partner's cock and fill 
the sex maddened girl with his juices. He thrust harder and faster feeling 
the friction of Korenski's cock rubbing on the underside of his own massive 
prick. Karen was moaning and wailing at the fantastic pummeling of her cunt 
by the two pricks. The more she moaned, the more her mouth vibrated 
ecstatically around Graznik's pulsating cock. He grabbed her hands and 
pulled them around to his back where she dug her fingernails into the flabby 
flesh and squeezed with all her strength. He jumped forward at the pain and 
felt the first spasms of climax ripple through his throbbing cock. "Ugh," he 
groaned. "Now, bitch, now. 

Aaarrgghhhh!" Chronin could see the girl's throat swallowing load after load 
of the spurting hot cum as it filled her mouth. He watched the spastic 
contractions of Graznik's buttocks as he shot his load, overfilling her 
gaping mouth and spilling down her cheeks. He knew that it was time for all 
of them and began pumping faster until the dammed up cum in his swollen 
balls suddenly burst free and erupted into her burning cunt, while at the 
same time, Korenski's balls exploded, pouring jets of white hot cum into her 
in a flooding torrent that mingled with his partner's, filling her soaking 
pussy until it overflowed out her contracting vaginal lips and spilled down 
onto his flexing thighs. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped as she felt the three massive cocks spill their 
juices into her mouth and pussy. Her voracious mouth and hungry pussy sucked 
at every drop trying to save it all inside her, and keep her ready for more. 

Suddenly it started! 

Quickly like a jerking string, then building up to powerful thrusts, her 
muscles began to unleash a torrent of spasms, contracting and snapping, 
crashing down on her like a great wave smashing at her ravaged body, taking 
all her strength with it until.... 

Like lightening it struck, jerking her body nigh into the air and snapping 
like a whip, nearly breaking her in half and releasing the gate that 
imprisoned her thick burning cuntal juices as she came again and again, 
screaming in ecstasy at the sudden final release of passion. 

Then it was over. 

She lay still on the bed as one by one the men pulled their half deflated 
pricks from the ravaged channels of her body. A sneering smile crossed her 
face, a smile of satisfaction and revenge. She had avenged herself for all 
the months she had been without a man, and for the abuse that she so easily 
had submitted to. 

It was not enough to be screwed. She had to be punished forever for having 
enjoyed her first rape, Karen didn't know who to blame, or why there should 
be any blame. She knew that she could satisfy any man, and would satisfy any 
man available for the rest of her life. 

Her shame and humiliation were so great that nothing would ever be quite 
enough of a punishment to repay her sins, so she would continue to do what 
any man desired. And as she looked at Eva, slobbering on the floor, trying 
to masturbate herself to climax, she knew that as long as she had her 
sanity, she would remain the victor, and not a vanquished lunatic like the 
rest of them were going to become. She had met the enemy face to face on the 
field of battle, woman's field ... and she had won. They may not realize it 
... but yes! Yes, she, of all the women of Berlin, had won! 


THE END
