LLP-133 Nazi Joy Camp
by Eric Jurgens


Chapter 1

Ruth lay crumpled on the narrow planking and cried until it felt as 
though her heart would break. Her whole young body shivered and 
convulsed with the pain that throbbed throughout her. The semen of the 
young war lords of Hitler's Third Reich oozed from between her bruised 
thighs and from the corners of her full, aching lips. Her emotions were 
spent and her soul bruised. She wanted to hate but that would require 
too much from her. She simply lay as still as possible and let the pain 
and shame slowly drain from her body. She could not help but think, 
however, of all the horrible and obscene things she had been so 
suddenly subjected too.

Ruth was sixteen years old. She had been arrested and catalogued and 
interned in the oldest prison in Vienna when she returned there upon 
her father's supposed summons. She had been a happy, dreamy little 
school girl in Switzerland unable to believe all the nonsense that was 
said about her country, Germany, until now. Even the events since her 
arrest and detention were as nothing compared to what she had been 
through this very morning.

Ruth had been awakened at five o'clock. The woman in charge of her 
section, Frau Moelar, a huge woman who weighed close to 300 pounds and 
didn't appear to be fat, said, "Up! Los, los. It is your day. You must 
prepare yourself."

Ruth had been directed to the cold water shower and then had been made 
to rub her body until it stung from roughness of the heavy towel. Her 
hair had been cut short the first week she had entered the prison and 
therefore required little care from her. She just dried it and ran a 
comb through it. She was given a heavy gown to cover her young body and 
was then led to a long plank table and directed to eat. There wasn't a 
great deal for her to eat. She had been famished but the Frau Moelar 
had told her that she would be sufficiently nourished with the juice 
and hot weak tea that was ready for her. She devoured it, then hugged 
her arms around her body to keep warm.

Ruth had waited one hour. Then Frau Moelar had taken her arm and led 
her down the corridor to the whitest, most sterile looking room she had 
ever seen. It looked Just like a hospital room, an operating room, 
which indeed it was. She was made to sit on a cold metal bench with 
four other girls, all about her age, all dressed as she was, and wait. 
Shortly a nurse entered and greeted them in a cheery voice and injected 
each of them with kind of serum, using an extra long needle, on the 
upper arm.

Ruth was the second girl on the bench. That is, there was one girl, 
with raven black hair, sitting to the left of her, then three others on 
her right. She looked at the table in the center of the room and tried 
to figure out just bow it would be used and just what was to happen to 
all of them. Her body grew numb from the injection as she sat with the 
rest of the girls and did not speak one word since she had been warned 
not to.

Ruth had been sitting on the bench for one-half hour when a doctor 
entered through the gleaming white door. The lights were turned on over 
the table and the doctor, Herr Direktor of the entire experiment, 
entered the room with a flock of nurses behind him. He approached the 
five nubile girls and greeted each of them in turn and rubbed his hands 
and smiled and said: "You have been spared. If this experiment works - 
if you can learn easily - then perhaps you have a long joyous life 
ahead of you. If not, I cannot promise you anything. No. It is up to 
you girls. Follow the instructions that I give you and do your best." 
He turned to the nurses and told them that they could summon the young 
men.

Ruth's spirits lifted when the young men entered. There were four of 
them and they were handsome beyond description. She had been a very 
romantic girl at school, daydreaming of the time when a young man would 
enter her life and take her for long walks through the forests and kiss 
her and love her for all time. Her childish fantasies had never 
entertained what was to take place shortly before her.

The Direktor summoned the girl on her left, whose name turned out to be 
Beth, to the white table. She was made to take her robe off and get 
onto the table on her back. Ruth looked at the beauty of the girl, at 
her short black hair and her white skin, and felt a pang of jealousy 
because Beth was to be the first. She had large green eyes, through 
which she innocently looked at the world without the faintest hint of 
the madness that was about to take place upon her body, Her not yet 
fully formed breasts jutted out smartly from her body and the soft 
pinkness of her nipples contrasted sharply with the rest of her. Her 
flat muscled stomach was smooth and ended with her new growth of pubic 
hair that was black, soft and downy; it formed a perfect vee between 
her long white legs.

Once on her back on the table she was made to fit her feet into stirrup 
cups and her hands were strapped alongside her body. Ruth could see her 
shiver; and, looking at the four young men standing near the table she 
noticed that their eyes were gleaming in a strange anticipation as they 
took in the whole of the beautiful young female form spread out before 
them. The Direktor spoke to the young men, ignoring the girl on the 
table, then moved to her and told the nurse to move the table back.

Ruth watched in horrid fascination as the lower half of the table slid 
back and moved Beth's legs so that her knees were over her body and the 
whole of her tender young vagina slit was exposed for the eyes of 
everyone in the room.

The Direktor wasted no time. He moved to the end of the table and 
opened the spare, hairlined lips of Beth's naked cuntal opening with 
his thumbs, causing her to cry out in terror. He ignored her and spoke 
to the four young men: "You should always examine for cleanliness. This 
is the lips of the vagina, the protective shield that keeps out all the 
filth if they are properly taken care of. Now," he continued, 
stretching Beth apart abruptly, causing her to groan again. He nodded 
his head to one of the nurses and she roughly placed a piece of gauze 
over the girl's mouth and injected her again with the serum from the 
needle.

Beth relaxed immediately and her eyes rolled about strangely in her 
head. The Direktor smiled smugly and dug his fingers into the soft 
pinkness between her now unresisting thighs and continued: "This is the 
entrance only. It is soft and generally needs to be moistened in 
preparation for intercourse. This is the natural process of the woman's 
body and would happen if the normal preparation and play is made by the 
man. We do not wait for that because we do not have the time. We do it 
mechanically." He nodded again to one of the nurses and she came 
forward with a large black cylinder filled with warm baby oil and 
pushed it into the pinkness of Beth's tight, resisting little cunt. 
Ruth heard a low moan from the skewered young girl and vicariously felt 
the pain in her own loins. She shivered but continued to watch in 
abject fascination as the smooth bubbly oil flowed out the soft 
quivering lips clenching tightly to the pricklike tube.

After the nurse had moved the rubber-headed cylinder into the depth of 
Beth's soft slit, she maneuvered it about and then withdrew it.

"Good. We will move here to the upper part," the Direktor said, walking 
to the head of the table. "This one has a nice pair of breasts. Notice 
how the firmness of the flesh and the tautness of it makes the breasts 
flare up from the chest. The nipples are good, also. Small, but they 
will grow to largeness with the correct manipulation." He took the 
small pink nipples in his large fingers and massaged them teasingly 
back and forth. "You see, they harden immediately. You," he spoke to 
one of the boys, "Come and kiss."

The young man he had spoken to approached the table, his eyes gleaming 
and the muscles of his huge young shoulders massed into cords of 
muscles. He lowered his blond head over the upraised mounds of white 
flesh and without hesitation sunk his mouth over her left breast. Ruth 
could see the slight upward thrust of Beth's stomach as she apparently 
felt the teeth bite into her virgin flesh. Her own breasts suddenly 
felt warm and tense, the first such sensation she had ever had. She 
watched and listened.

"You should kiss and suck gently," the Direktor said almost clinically, 
then took his hand and put it on the back of the boy's head and pushed 
down hard. "Now nip your teeth into her, gently?" he leeringly told the 
boy.

"Aaaaaagh," Beth screamed. The noise piercing the whole room. Her whole 
body shuddered but she was unable to move much. Her feet were securely 
locked into the cup stirrups and her arms were strapped alongside her. 
The Direktor was furious. He spoke sharply to the nurse and she flew to 
the head of the table with another gauze mask and slapped it hard down 
against Beth's face.

"That's enough," the Direktor laughed, pulling the boy's head away from 
her white, now quivering breast. Then, to all of them, "You see how the 
nipple has hardened?" He took it teasingly in his fingers again and 
squeezed it so that it stood hard and straight. "It does not take much 
and it is a source of pleasure. These Jewish girls are small here at 
the nipple, but it is an instant source of excitement to them. Ya?"

All the boys agreed. The Direktor motioned for the young man who had 
been biting the lush whiteness of Beth's firm young breasts to move to 
the end of the table. Then, ordered him to drop his shorts. Ruth gasped 
when she saw the huge white prick that hung thick and heavy between his 
legs. She had never before in all her young life imagined that anyone 
could have something like that growing there.

As Ruth watched, the boy grasped his thick cockshaft in one hand, 
lifted it to a horizontal position, and began to stroke it slowly. It 
swelled even thicker, began to stiffen, and now she could see the 
helmet shape of the knob clearly outlined beneath the skin.

The boy fisted his now fully erect shaft, drawing the foreskin back, 
exposing the fat purple glans.

She looked closely and saw the head of it and the small bit of clear 
moisture that gleamed on the end of the large, smooth head. She noticed 
the dark veins that ran the length of his huge cock and, gasped in 
fright when she realized suddenly that he was going to force the 
mammoth organ into the small pink slit nestled between Beth's upraised 
thighs.

The boy was ordered forward by the doctor and he stood at the end of 
the table, his huge prick throbbing and standing straight out from his 
body, pointing at the small pink slit that was gleaming with beads of 
moisture from the warm wetness of the oil that had been used to 
lubricate it before the Direktor had him insert the head of his cock 
between the soft hair-lined lips of the girl's vagina, then made him 
stop. He then summoned the other three boys and placed them about the 
table, directing one of them to put his mouth on her left breast, 
another of them to sink his mouth onto her right breast, and the third 
youth to stand at the head of the table. Beth moved slightly as the two 
mouths were sunk into her breasts. She appeared to Ruth to be trying to 
move her loins away from the throbbing prick of the first boy, but it 
was of no use. She was too securely strapped onto the table.

"Now," the Direktor said, moving slightly away from the table. "You, 
Kurt, are to enter her slowly. She is a certified virgin, a Jew girl, 
and she will be tight. If you find it is too painful for you, Kurt, you 
may withdraw. Go in slowly, now," he instructed.

Kurt stepped closer to the end of the table and levered his cock down 
from its steeply erect angle. He guided the naked purple knob into 
Beth's exposed pink slit.

Ruth gasped to herself as she saw the big whiteness of Kurt sliding 
into the small pink opening of Beth and she wanted to cry out in 
sympathy but she dared not. She knew that she would be next and she 
hoped that she would not be too hurt. She watched the pole-like prick 
of Kurt inch its way into the pink softness between Beth's legs, 
stretching the tight elastic lips relentlessly around it and then stop 
before half of it was out of sight. Kurt turned to the Direktor and 
said, "It really is tight. Can't she help?"

The Direktor did not answer. Instead he stepped behind Kurt and put his 
large hands on the white flesh of the boy's buttocks and shoved forward 
with all his strength.

"Agh ... oh ... oooh!" moaned Beth. Her scream seemed to be torn from 
the throat of the poor girl on the table. Ruth thought she would faint. 
She put her hands alongside her hips flat down on the cold bench and 
steadied herself. Waves of shame and humiliation at the thought she 
would be next swept through her mind and she blinked her eyes to clear 
her vision.

She looked back at the table and saw the huge prick of Kurt easing out 
of the small slit and the flanges of the soft pink lips of Beth's 
vagina gently traveling the full, moistened length of it. The boy at 
the head of the table had let his shorts fall to the floor. The head of 
the table had been moved so that Beth's head hung backwards over the 
end of it. Ruth could only see her smooth white throat and her chin. A 
nurse opened the girl's mouth and the boy moved forward and thrust his 
large cock into the girl. Ruth shuddered anew and felt as though she 
would faint. But, she didn't. She was grateful now that she had not 
been given more breakfast than she had been.

She continued to watch in horrid fascination as the four young men 
worked away at the beautiful body of the spread-eagled young girl. The 
one at the head of the table jabbed furiously into her mouth; the two 
blond heads kissed and sucked and bit at her breasts as Kurt plunged in 
and out of her tight, squirming little cunt. As Ruth watched, the 
entire action speeded up. The plunging in and out of her cunt by Kurt 
became almost frenzied and she could no believe the working of the two 
bodies, joined together as they were, with the now hard prick slamming 
into the soft pinkness of the helplessly writhing girl on the table in 
lightning-like strokes.

The silence of the room was interrupted by the command of the Direktor. 
"Now!" he bellowed, standing away from the table and watching the whole 
process, his arms folded across his chest, "Shoot into her. Let the 
little woman feel the heat of the young men of the Fatherland!"

Ruth could not look at the Direktor. Even his eyes were vulgar to her. 
She looked at the table and saw the four boys sucking and biting and 
plowing into poor Beth at both ends of her and then Kurt moved up with 
the help of his tight muscled legs and threw himself harder and harder 
between her widespread thighs and ground mercilessly away. He plunged 
madly in small piston-like strokes, then suddenly he grabbed both her 
legs in his hands and threw his head back and pulled her toward him and 
plunged and rammed crazily into the softness of her wildly quivering 
belly. Then with a wild jerking spasm he banged himself fully against 
her full young buttocks and stopped. For all the horror of what she was 
watching, Ruth could not but help appreciate the beauty of the long-
muscled legs of Kurt, the cording of the thigh muscles as the bunched 
themselves together for the final cataclysmic plunge.

She looked at the boy at the head of the table and he seemed to be 
beginning what Kurt had just finished. The whole thing looked odd to 
her, out of perspective. She was watching Kurt from the back and the 
other boy was facing her so that she seemed to be seeing only one, but 
his front and back at the same time. The image was broken for her, 
however, when Kurt desisted and the other boy rammed furiously into her 
mouth faster and faster until he, too, pressed his driving loins up 
tight against her face and moved his hips from side to side and then 
with a long, low grunt of animal satisfaction relaxed.

The Direktor, leering obscenely, told the boys that they had done a 
good job and ordered them to withdraw and stand back. They responded 
immediately. Ruth heard a wet, sucking sound as the glistening white 
pole of Kurt came out of Beth's cunt and saw that the same bard 
instrument that he had forced into her was still standing rigidly out 
from his body. The Direktor sent Kurt and the other boy away with 
orders for them to shower and return to the room within fifteen 
minutes. He then ordered two of the nurses to unstrap the girl. Ruth 
sighed with relief for the poor girl, then gasped with fright when she 
realized that she was to be next. But, her time had not approached as 
yet. They were not quite through with the voluptuous young girl 
quivering in fear before them.

Beth was turned over on the table, her feet were fitted back into the 
stirrups, toes down, and the table was moved back so that the 
beautiful, soft white mounds of her buttocks were jutted up toward the 
light that glared overhead. The Direktor moved back to the end of the 
table and motioned the two remaining boys to stand behind him and 
slightly to the side. He ordered the nurse to the table and she came, 
carrying the black cylinder of lubricant.

The Direktor moved around the table so that he was standing just at 
Beth's hips. He reached over and spread her buttocks obscenely apart, 
almost gently Ruth thought, and then the nurse shoved the cylinder into 
the pink rubbery tissue of her tight, cringing little anus. Ruth heard 
a moan from Beth and felt a pain of sympathy for her. She prayed 
fervently that when her time came she would be spared such a horrible 
indignity.

When the nurse was finished the Direktor dug his large fingers into the 
white flesh near the tight opening of Beth's rectum and ordered one of 
the boys to approach. The boy dropped his underpants. Ruth gasped as 
his hard prick jumped forth and stood out from his body. He moved 
forward. Without hesitation he slammed the whole of his huge rod into 
Beth's helplessly pulsating anus. "Ooooh ... ooooh ..." she screamed.

The Direktor motioned for the nurse to go away, since she had started 
to the head of the table with her gauze again, and told the other boy 
to go up there. He did. He tore away his restraining shorts and roughly 
lifted Beth's head by taking a handful of short hair. Then, without 
mercy, he shoved his long hardened prick into her tiny, ovalled mouth.

Ruth watched in horror, now, as the two boys shoved and battered into 
the front and back of the helpless girl, one ramming into her soft, 
giving buttocks, sinking his bard pole between her mounds of soft white 
flesh; the other shoving relentlessly into her gaping mouth. Ruth saw 
the girl push up with her hips to draw her rear away from the cock 
plowing into her tight, clasping rectum and at the same time having the 
long, hard prick of the other boy pushed into her throat so that her 
young body seemed to convulse like a helpless rag doll between them.

Then, without warning, the room grew absolutely silent except for the 
labored breathing of the two young Nazis and the muffled moaning of the 
unfortunate Beth. Ruth heard above this unusual noise the slapping 
together of the boy's muscled stomach and Beth's soft white buttocks of 
quivering flesh as he drove relentlessly into her. Ruth looked in 
disbelief at the wild, animalistic scene and saw the boy's hands cupped 
around Beth's white flesh at the hips and realized that he was forcing 
her helpless body back to meet his every plunge. The boy at the head of 
the table had both hands on her head and was violently pulling it 
toward him as he rocked ceaselessly into her mouth. From where Ruth sat 
she could see the pale lips of Beth encircle the stone hard whiteness 
of the boy. She shuddered and wondered if she would ever be able to 
undergo such a thing and if she should be able to do so, what she would 
be like after.

Then, before she could continue her thoughts, with loud explosive 
breathing and the noise of flesh slapping flesh, both boys shot their 
hot semen into Beth's helplessly skewered body at just about the same 
time. They then withdrew from her and from the room, their penises, 
still hard and standing proud before them, proceeding them through the 
door. The Direktor ordered the girl lifted from the table. That was 
done right away. She was helped out of the room by one of the nurses, a 
large woman, big-boned and big-breasted. The table was made ready 
again, the entire surface of it was scrubbed down and the linen changed 
while Ruth sat and watched and shivered in helpless anticipation of her 
own subjugation to this horrible ordeal.

Being at the age of sixteen did not help Ruth one bit. She was too 
young to imagine the actual act of sexual intercourse for the first 
time for a young girl; she had little idea of the attendant pain. She 
had no idea of the conception of the intensity of multiplied pain that 
went with rape as it had been committed before her very eyes. There was 
just nothing in her previous experience to give her the faintest hint. 
The shot of sedative that had been given to each of the girls had not 
only made them relax and accept the weir scene that they had just 
witnessed, but it also dulled their senses for each of their own 
experiences, as it was supposed to do.

Ruth watched the clean linen being placed just so on the movable table 
and then the Direktor spoke to one of the nurses who headed in Ruth's 
direction. Ruth drew back from the out-stretched hand of the nurse and 
was slapped soundly for her discourtesy. The sound of the slap caused 
the Direktor to turn and bellow at the nurse. "You are a sadist, 
Fraulein Schmidt! Bring the girl here immediately!"

Fraulein Schmidt jerked Ruth to her feet and pushed her toward the 
table. She dug her fingers cruelly into Ruth's arm and no amount of 
tugging and pulling on Ruth's part would loosen her grip. Ruth found 
herself standing at the end of the table and looking into the cold blue 
eyes of the Herr Direktor. "And you, Jew girl, you do not give the 
nurses here a hard time. You are very lucky to be here - to be 
permitted to have a tryout of the comforting of the cream of the Nazis 
youth. If you are not well behaved and courteous to a fault, we will 
find you some other place. I can assure you, Jew, that this is the best 
of all possible places for you. If you have another opinion, we will be 
inclined to let you put it to the test. You understand that once and 
for all. Onto the table!"

Before Ruth could remove her robe it was roughly taken from her by 
Fraulein Schmidt, whose eyes then traveled over the young nude body of 
Ruth with apparent appreciation. She gently helped Ruth onto the table 
and just as gently fitted her feet into the stirrups as Beth's had 
been. Ruth momentarily felt silly, lying on her back, her feet hooked 
into the metal cups and clamped around the heel to prevent her from 
moving them. Then her arms were strapped alongside her. She almost 
panicked. She took a deep breath and tried to relax as her father had 
taught her to do after any frightening or sudden shock. She would have 
succeeded, perhaps, if the table had not been put into motion and her 
legs shoved backwards so forcefully that she felt she was being torn 
apart down there between her loins.

She realized that she was lying as Beth had been, her secret most being 
open and visible for all the eyes. She wanted to cry out her shame to 
the world. She wanted to believe that it was all a nightmare that she 
would soon awaken from, but her young soul would not permit her that 
luxury of thought. Through her confused thinking she heard the 
Direktor's voice. He was speaking to the same four boys who had rammed 
into the poor helpless Beth. Ruth was surprised to know that they were 
there. She had not been aware of their re-entering the room.

She felt the rough hands of the Herr Direktor on the soft lips of her 
vagina and abruptly shame tore through her in waves all the way to the 
pit of her stomach. She felt the rubber tip of the black cylinder being 
shoved between her open thighs and she fainted, momentarily. She was 
strangely revived by the same strange instrument being turned and 
twisted inside her. She heard the Direktor's voice and listened to what 
he was saying.

"This is the first and only time that a girl needs the added lubricant 
here, the only time she is a virgin," he laughed and was joined by the 
four young men and the nurses with his crude joke. "And since we are 
humane, we see that the girls are taken care of and treated well, for 
their good as well as the good of the men. She is ready." He pronounced 
solemnly.

Ruth felt anything but 'ready'. A slight pain from the rubber-tipped 
cylinder thudded dully through her body, from the soft downiness of her 
blond pubic hair to the nipples of her firm young breasts. Her legs, 
long and still muscled from her youth, ached her from being in such an 
unusual position. Her slightly rounded stomach, the muscles standing 
taut and defendingly forward, vibrated with shame and humiliation. Her 
mind was dulled but racing, fear crowding upon her and receding, then 
racing back through her whole being.

She was determined that no matter what happened to her she would not 
cry out, would not give the filthy beasts something to belittle her for 
later. She bit down on her tongue; that helped her to keep her 
stability, what little was left of it, as well as to remind her that 
she would not cry out. And in her mind she was still seeing the scene 
that had been enacted with Beth. Strangely, it was not Ruth on the 
table but Beth with Ruth watching.

The image was so strong in Ruth's mind that when Kurt was called to the 
end of the table, when he fitted the smooth, rubbery head of his large 
prick between her soft little cuntal lips, she felt only the contact of 
his flesh against hers and the slight increase in heat on the soft, 
waiting flesh between her upraised thighs. She tried to move away, 
nonetheless, but he only moved forward and shoved the hugeness of 
himself into her more deeply, prying her apart cruelly and sending 
sharp painful signals to every part of her young body. He did not 
persist and slam fully into her, but waited for the instructions of the 
Direktor.

Ruth lay pinned to the table, the violation of her tight, virginal cunt 
only begun, and felt the lips of the other two boys close wetly over 
her breasts. Not in any way did she want to, nor had she ever guessed 
it possible to enjoy such grossness, but suddenly she did. The wetness 
of their mouths, the gentle sucking and nibbling at her nipples, sent 
small ripples of forbidden pleasure through her. She could feel her 
breasts, the whole of them, harden and change temperature. She knew 
that her nipples were getting to be rock hard and wondered curiously at 
the sensation. She forgot herself and almost relaxed, when Kurt was 
ordered to ram his cock into her.

He did.

"Agh ... Agh ... Ooooh God!" Ruth screamed, her head flailing from side 
to side.

She felt as though she were being split open and knew that she was 
going to pass out, it was as though a rod of iron was being jabbed into 
her middle. She bit down on her tongue. The flesh broke and she tasted 
the sweetness of her own blood. She could feel her tight unused little 
pussy trying vainly to reject the impossible hardness and heat that was 
being forced into her; but she knew at the same time that it was 
impossible, that it was there, that the searing pain and humiliation 
would forever be part of her down there between her open legs. She 
prayed that the whole of it, the rock hardness of it, would penetrate 
her fully and that the pain would then lessen. It was not to be.

Before her young, soft cunt would accept, indeed could accept, that 
which it would have with time grown to appreciate and accommodate, her 
hymen deep inside her was torn apart and ripped beyond repair. The 
tearing of the insides of her jolted her to the very bones. And then 
she fainted.

Kurt was having his own problems. He had been chosen by the Direktor 
personally for his largeness of sex, a fact of which he had been proud 
of to this very minute. He had been a member in the newly formed Hitler 
Youth Corps and he had worked hard and done his best in all things that 
were asked of him. It had been a joke for a long time with the other 
boys about his over-endowment of manliness, so he supposed that that 
was why the Direktor had heard about him in the first place. At any 
rate, he had arrived at the camp one day, a cold day, and ten of the 
young men had been summoned by the camp doctor to the examining room. 
They had been ordered to undress and stand nude before the Direktor, a 
man none of them had met before.

He had to appreciate the startled look on the Direktor's face when that 
man had looked at Kurt's sex hanging limply down between his hard 
muscled legs. Kurt had been embarrassed by the questions the Direktor 
had asked, wanting to know about his ability to perform time and time 
again in short periods of time. Kurt had lied, somewhat, for the first 
time in his life. He had not bragged but instead had said that he was 
capable of less than he knew himself to be. Since he had been the first 
to be questioned, he supposed that he embarrassed or better yet 
challenged the other selected boys, because they had all over-estimated 
their powers.

He felt a certain pride to know that he was to be the example of German 
Manhood, that it was he who would pave the way for the weary soldiers 
who would come to the various places of rest throughout the FATHERLAND 
and enjoy the fruits of his labor. It had been somewhat of a shock to 
him to realize that for every virgin he entered he would be watched - 
that he would have a complete audience. He had feared that he would not 
be able to get hard, but the fear had been groundless. Every time he 
walked into the room and saw one of the girls on the table, her 
virginal young sex waiting for his huge prick, he did get hard, no 
matter how short a time ago he had done the very same thing. He knew 
that when he lost the ability he would be returned to a unit and in all 
probability in disgrace. And he would be sent to the Eastern front.

He had feared that the fact that the girls would be Jewish (they were 
for the enlisted men) would turn him off completely from his teachings 
against them, but it was not the case. Their sex was open to him and 
unused and warm and tight and as heavenly to his senses as any others. 
And, the girl on the table seemed different anyway. She looked 
completely Aryan to him. He felt that the authorities had made a 
mistake with her. She was completely blond, even the soft sparse pubic 
down between her legs that now encircled his prick was blond, meaning 
to him that she was truly a blond like a German. He realized that the 
pain the girls suffered when their tight little cunts were used for the 
first time must be terrific, but he had never thought to inflict such 
pain on one of his own kind. He felt now that he was and that the girl 
speared on his hard prick was a German girl.

And, the nurse, the one who had made several advances to him, Hilde 
Schmidt, watched him all the time that he was performing his duty. He 
had been absolutely forbidden to have any relations with the nurses but 
she kept insisting in many ways, some openly and others not so openly, 
that he was sure that there would be difficulty between the two of them 
in short order. He didn't want to report her because the Direktor would 
just think that he was bragging or being egotistical. He glanced at 
Hilde now and not to his surprise saw that her eyes were glued to his 
long white penis half buried between the young girl's legs. Her breath 
seemed to be coming so labored that he imagined that he heard it above 
all the others in the room.

Kurt prayed that he would be able to stay hard inside the pretty girl, 
tight up her little cunt, and that he would not be nervous and flub 
anything about this particular operation. He moved further into her, 
deeper into the heat of her and the pain for himself that was caused by 
her tightness. He felt her respond: her eyes fluttered open and looked 
up at him full in the face. At that moment, he too could have died in 
shame.

Ruth, even in her agony, guessed partly what Kurt was thinking. She saw 
the embarrassment that he suffered and she did not wish to inflict more 
upon him. She tried bravely to smile at him and he was grateful. He 
eased gently into her and Ruth felt the depth of her cunt flower open 
almost magically to receive him fully. She was surprised at the lack of 
pain, or rather further pain, that the gentleness on his part saved 
her. She could not move much, but she did against her will try to move 
away from him. But, the Direktor was furious!

He jumped behind Kurt and shoved him forcefully on the backside causing 
him to suddenly plunge all the way to the heart of Ruth! Waves of 
nausea assaulted her, but she did not pass out again. She looked over 
the heads of the boys who were still sucking forcefully at her hardened 
breasts and tried with her eyes to let Kurt know that she understood. 
She braced herself as best she could when she felt him withdrawing 
because she knew that he would have to plunge back in forcefully to 
please the Direktor.

He did. He withdrew his large hardened prick, leaving only the huge, 
pulsing head of it inside her pink cuntal lips, then tightened his leg 
muscles and rammed back in, causing her to buck up toward him, cramming 
her almost to the bursting point with his hot, hard pole of flesh.

Then without warning Ruth's head was yanked backwards and the forth boy 
rammed his prick into her mouth, over her lips and her tongue and down 
deep into her throat. She gagged from the unexpected intrusion and 
tried to move away from the hot hardness that crowded her throat, but 
it was no use. One of the nurses, one that she would later come to know 
as Hilde Schmidt, held her head back firmly. She was forced to accept 
the hardness of him, the pole hardness of him, deep into her throat.

Then before Ruth could adjust in any way to the four assaults on her 
body, the Direktor was shouting at the boys and they each started his 
own special ministrations upon her with force. Ruth was rammed into her 
throat and jolted into her cunt by equal timed movements so that she 
thought the two of them must be meeting somewhere in the middle of her, 
near the heart. Her breasts were burning and even though she did not 
wish to, a sudden, not unpleasant sensation rippled through her 
helplessly impaled body.

A weirdly pleasurable pain rocked her from both ends and the inward 
heat of her that should have had time to build and ease forth from her 
in the time honored way with all women was brought to a head quickly by 
the increased rhythm of the four boys. Kurt plunged and plowed and 
rammed into her. The other boy, at the head of the table, punched and 
jogged and rocked into her throat with his rock bard prick. Ruth still 
had the sensation of watching the same thing happening to Beth, so that 
now when Kurt pounded into her soft forever stretched cunt, she could 
imagine seeing his tight leg muscles and his small clenching buttocks 
tighten up with each thrust. She looked for his face but could only see 
the lust contorted face of the boy who was desperately fucking into her 
throat.

Suddenly both of them began to flail into her with whipping piston-like 
motions, hammering deep against her very being. Then each of them, 
together, gave one final bucking motion with all their hardness and 
strength and spewed into her, burning her deep down in her rapidly 
swallowing throat and high up into the warm contracting walls of her 
pussy with their hot searing semen, scalding her very insides. After 
the wildness of spewing inside her, Kurt crashed fully into her 
uplifted loins and ground down, jolting and jogging with short, 
machine-gun like bursts, almost bringing her to orgasm, then 
withdrawing before her own body fires could completely flare up.

Ruth lay exhausted on the table, her eyes closed, and cringed in her 
shame and humiliation. She felt the straps being loosened around her 
ankles and then the freeing of her arms. She was ordered off the table, 
then back onto it on her stomach. Once again her feet were inserted 
into the metal stirrups, toes down, and her arms were secured tightly 
to the table. The nurse Hilde roughly wiped the trickling sperm from 
her mouth with a tissue, then she felt the Direktor's rough hands on 
the soft white mounds of gently trembling buttocks. They obscenely 
spread her apart and he slowly wormed a finger into the tight rubbery 
tissue of her small puckered anus, causing her to scream out 
unexpectedly with sudden surprise.

"That is good that she resists at first," the Direktor grinned in 
obvious enjoyment. "We must be careful not to give the same injection 
of drug to each girl. This one is part German - according to her 
records only her father was Jewish - so she had no need for as much 
drug as the girls who do not have the strength of the German blood."

He paused and made a small comment to one of the nurses who hurried out 
of the room, then continued, his fingers now stretching wider and wider 
the small nether ring of Ruth's tightly clenched rectum. "This also is 
a source of pleasure for many women. When a girl is having her period, 
when it is that time of the month, some men prefer this type of fun. 
You must remember that the girls are not to be fed twenty-four hours 
prior to any appointment that has been arranged for them. Never. Now," 
he continued digging almost clinically at Ruth's soft flesh, "We put 
lubricant on the first girl. This one needs only half as much. She will 
provide twice as much enjoyment for the soldier she is lucky enough to 
have. We will get on with it. Where are the boys?"

Ruth was aware of the boy's re-entrance. She knew it was Kurt who was 
standing at the head of the table and she could only guess who would be 
at the end of it, his penis hard and poised to enter her backside. She 
felt shame and remorse that her soft, white little ass should be waving 
in front of every face in the room. She felt the large head of a hard 
cock against her rubbery flesh and then plunging into her.

"Aaag-God!" she screamed, unable to help herself.

Ruth did not know whether or not she had passed out or simply blotted 
out all the nerve signals to her brain. The next thing she realized was 
that her uselessly resisting little rectum seemed to be on fire and 
that her throat was crammed full to the hilt with Kurt's hardened pole 
of flesh. She thought that she was unable to breath, but her senses 
told her that she couldn't be since she was thinking. She felt the hard 
rough hands of the boy who was plowing into her widely stretched anal 
passage grip her legs and she guessed rightly that the worst was over, 
that he was bucking into her with all his force and that with his final 
crashing into her and the fleshy slapping of his stomach against the 
soft quivering mounds of her buttocks, meant that he was spewing his 
hot sperm far up into her forever stretched rectum.

The increased and steady pounding into her throat by Kurt was suddenly 
gaining force too, until he rocked and hurtled himself deep down into 
her and the force of his coming burned deep down. Then he slammed 
finally into her and pressed her head flat against himself and crammed 
on into her until she was mercifully saved by herself. She lost 
consciousness.

A seeming eternity later, Ruth could feel herself being lifted from the 
table and guided out of the white room. She could not steady her vision 
nor clear her head. The floor of the corridor seemed to be constructed 
in rolling waves and she had a hard time staying on her feet. Then, 
suddenly she was flung down onto the hard planking that she had been 
sleeping on and her whole being broke into a plaintive sob. The pain 
that she should have felt while the assault was being committed on her 
body came to her now in rocking wallops and she clutched her arms about 
her bruised body and let herself cry.

"Here, here, child," Frau Moelar said, laying her large hands on Ruth's 
arms. "It's not all that bad, poor child. Let me help you." She wiped 
Ruth's forehead with a damp cloth and then gently cleaned her face and 
her breasts. She leaned the hugeness of herself over the convulsing 
form and kissed the pink nipples of Ruth's young trembling breasts. 
Ruth did not notice what was being done to her. Her body was dead to 
all feeling. She lay and sobbed and Frau Moelar took that as an 
invitation and kissed the almost child breasts into erection, then 
moved her head down to the soft white rounded stomach of the sobbing 
girl and kissed and bit gently at the smooth pliant flesh.

It was sometime before Ruth realized what was being done to her, but in 
her agony she could do nothing about it. She felt the burning lips of 
the huge woman on her breast and was even grateful for the change of 
the feminine touch of her. She relaxed and let herself be cared for, 
dreaming of the time not too long past when her own mother had touched 
her breast buds in wonder and told her that she was going to be a fine 
young lady. She felt the hot burning lips of Frau Moelar on her 
stomach, then the tentative biting and her middle rose up to meet the 
warm mouth and tongue of her.

"Oooh ... oh ... Ooooh," Ruth moaned in her half conscious pleasure.

Frau Moelar was smothering herself in the beauty and warmth of the 
abused girl. She sucked and kissed at the soft flesh of her and moved 
her mouth to the slowly squirming mound that was covered by the sparse 
blonde pubic hair and pressed into its softness with her teeth; gently 
she licked and enjoyed the heat of the young girls sperm moistened cunt 
on her face. She gently moved the girl's legs apart and kissed the pink 
lips of her soft vagina and eased her tongue into the narrow opening 
there and felt the faintest tremor of response.

Frau Moelar needed no further encouragement. She used her large hands 
to open the soft thighs of the now softly whimpering girl and then 
placed her thumbs on the quivering lips of her tight little cunt and 
spread them open. She slid her tongue inside ever so gently and then 
forced it further until all of its teasing wetness was tight inside the 
walls of Ruth's now heated vagina.

"Ah ... Aaah," Ruth moaned.

She ran her tongue in and out gently, moving the small hard clitoris 
back and forth with each movement of her tongue. She felt the girl 
bucking up gently to meet her probing muscle. She withdrew her tongue 
and opened the lips more fully apart and breathed heavily into the 
delicious opening between the wide spread legs. She snaked her tongue 
back in and nibbled at the bridge of flesh that separated the two 
openings, then lifted the full soft hips of the girl and probed into 
the rosebud rectum that already stretched by her earlier ravishment, 
opened to her tongue like a budding flower.

Frau Moelar's breath was labored and the sound of her breathing filled 
the small cell that Ruth was in. Ruth felt the muscled tongue enter her 
tight, bruised cunt and she moaned with pleasure. She had had a moments 
doubt when the Frau had probed her rectum, but the sensation had been 
pleasurable. She relaxed and accepted the sucking and soft poking into 
her cunt and slowly her pain lessened and she wanted all of the soft, 
hard sure muscle inside her.

Every time that Frau Moelar moved Ruth's clitoris with her tongue or 
her teeth, Ruth's hips involuntarily bucked up to meet the raging fire 
it caused in her. She felt her own need growing deep inside her, 
filling the hollow that had been left by the jabbing into her of the 
hardened prick of the young superman, Kurt. Without warning a fire 
burned inside her, then erupted and broke and spilled over her and she 
came in pleasurable waves of relief, her own fluid oozing out from the 
depth of her young, quivering belly and warming her bruised insides. 
She gave one final heave and shuddered against the strong face of Frau 
Moelar and then sank back upon the planking, falling asleep 
immediately.

Ruth, without her knowing it, had now become a woman of the Reich for 
the soldiers who would return to the Fatherland for rest and 
recuperation.



Chapter 2


Ruth had seven long days almost to herself. She was moved from the 
sterile cell to a small one room cottage which she was to share with 
another girl, Elizabeth, as long as she was to remain in Vienna. Her 
torn flesh and bruised spirits healed miraculously within three days. 
She was made to attend classes of hygiene and race evaluations taught 
contempt for herself and for all of Jewish blood but failed completely 
to learn the lesson thoroughly) which was given by the nurse Hilde 
Schmidt.

Ruth was learning not to talk, except to her room mate, Elizabeth, a 
girl whose circumstances were closely parallel to her own. She, too, 
had been attending a school outside of the Fatherland, in England, and 
had received the same mysterious telegram that Ruth had received. They 
both agreed that their parents had not sent the message and that 
probably both of their parents had been arrested before the wire was 
sent. They cried a great deal in each others arms and told foolish and 
girlish things about their respective schools. Even though their bodies 
had grown into bloom within a short time, their thinking was still on 
the girlish level.

Ruth and Elizabeth had agreed on a number of things. They dimly foresaw 
the danger that would be coming their way when they would be old women 
at the age of sixteen or seventeen, so they promised to help each other 
in any way that they could. They still had a romantic view of life and 
each of them had given up their virginity to the handsome (now that he 
no longer was a threat to them or rather a source of pain) Kurt. They 
glimpsed him occasionally as he exercised in the compound. The giggled 
and talked of him, not as the cruel German, but surprisingly as the boy 
of their dreams. Ruth was the first to see the irony of this, but she 
did not share her knowledge with Elizabeth because she could not safely 
put her thoughts into words. And since she was not completely out of 
the world of fantasy, she almost convinced herself that she and Kurt 
were in love and that her sexual experience with him had been only a 
temporary straying from the normal path of romantic love.

Elizabeth was almost the opposite from Ruth. She had soft brown hair, 
light green eyes, and a darker complexion than did Ruth. She was also 
taller and better built, her young breasts jutting smartly from her 
body and soaring up at the end with large sensuous nipples. Her legs 
were long and good and well shaped, but she was heavier in the thighs 
than Ruth was. She had a good engaging smile, which she could flash 
quickly and genuinely and she was never to betray Ruth's trust in her.

Strangely enough, the girls first wavering of friendship came about 
over Kurt. Even though it did not last long, it threw them more closely 
together and made them truer friends. It came about because of Ruth.

Since she was allowed to use the compound for exercise - indeed since 
the girls were forced to use it for that purpose - Ruth came to like 
it, even though it was cold every morning at six o'clock. She began to 
take walks around it, always going in the same way, that is 
counterclockwise to the way the men ran or walked. She began to time 
her walks so that she would see Kurt. She knew that he saw her, that he 
was aware of her walking in the compound, but he gave no sign of it.

What Ruth didn't know and what Kurt could have told her had he had the 
chance was that he could have cared less the first week that she was in 
the compound whether she was there or not. He was called upon five 
times a day to perform the ritual task of breaking in a young virgin 
girl and at the end of the day his sexual powers were pretty well used 
up. Her saw her, of course, but he had been cautioned not to go near 
the girls who were there in the compound or to enter their cottages. He 
need not have been discouraged. His first three weeks there were taking 
their toll of his flesh and each day he felt that he was losing 
whatever the magic was that he had arrived there with.

At first it had been fun to Kurt, something like a small boy being 
given the run of a candy store. But performing like a stud bull every 
day seemed to be taking the edge off the whole show. And, the fear that 
ached in the back of his mind concerned the fighting in Russia. That, 
he did not care for. Other boys there might dream of the soft little 
cunts they were allowed to enter, of the velvet folds of them tightly 
around their lust-hardened rods, but not Kurt. His dreams were more 
like nightmares. He dreamt often of himself in the frozen north, his 
rifle slick to the touch from ice, with hordes of wild Russians 
attacking and killing him in every imaginable way. No, Kurt did not 
dream of girls. He was determined to outlive the war and, by any means 
at his disposal, to survive. He had landed into a cushiony job and he 
meant to hold onto it. But, strangely, he did like the girl Ruth and he 
knew that she was watching him, that she was wanting him. It never 
occurred to him that the horrible sadistic nurse Hilde would be the 
instrument that thrust them together.

Kurt well knew that nurse Hilde was after his young, well conditioned 
body. He had often noticed her looking at his hardened penis in the 
gleaming white operation room. He also knew the rules for the nurses: 
they were never to encourage any of the young boys to any task other 
than what the Direktor chose for them. She had purposely brushed 
against him in the corridors, had gone so far as to playfully grab for 
his hardened prick once in the operation room when the Direktor was not 
looking. He felt that she, too, watched him when he exercised in the 
compound even though the nurses' quarters were on the far side from his 
own. He had no idea that she was busy talking, trying to get him taken 
off the list of performers for a week or so. Hilde did want him and she 
wanted him at full steam when she managed to corner him.

Hilde had let a few careful hints drop about her observation of Kurt's 
lagging or sagging ability. She let it be known generally that he did 
not seem to be as eager as he had once been, that his work was no 
longer a joy to watch. She was always quick to add that a week away 
from his work would restore him beautifully to the tasks ahead of him; 
and that a week free would build up his energy to the glory of the 
Fatherland.

It worked. The carefully placed hints came back to the Direktor and he 
began noticing Kurt, encouraging him to more violent movements and more 
exercise until the boy was getting a mental block about his own powers. 
Then, as though the idea had just occurred to the Direktor, he ordered 
that Kurt was to be free of all duties for a period of five days, 
beginning the following day, in preparation for a new shipment of one 
hundred girls that would be arriving in less than two weeks.


Except for the worry that Kurt went through until he traced the source 
of the talk back to Hilde, he did rest. He worked and exercised in the 
compound every day, for hours, and went to bed early and ate well. On 
the third day he felt as if he could detect his own energy building 
because he did not fall asleep as suddenly as he hit the bed, which had 
previously been his custom.


He decided to take a walk in the compound and tire himself a bit. He 
had just stepped out the door when he saw the white uniform of a nurse 
approaching at a rapid pace. He guessed rightly that it was the nurse 
Hilde. He ducked around the corner of his own cottage and stood stock 
still and listened to her knocking gently on the door. Since there was 
no one inside to answer her knock, she called his name softly. Kurt was 
furious. Not only was the stupid bitch breaking all the rules after 
having doubt thrown upon his general abilities, but she was running the 
grave risk of having him shipped East. He could have killed her. He 
decided that it would be best that if she were caught that he be no 
where in sight. He took off, jogging easily, in the direction of the 
detention cottages. It did not occur to him until he was there that 
those, too, were off limits. He threw himself to the ground as soon as 
he remembered. He was shaking with fear.

Ruth had heard the fast running footfalls of Kurt without knowing that 
he made them. She was restless and was unable to sleep and did not care 
to listen to Elizabeth any longer. She had politely excused herself and 
stepped outside the door just to get a breath of fresh air and it was 
there that the soft sound was carried to her ears. She looked 
expectantly about and saw the blond head of hair just at the comer of 
the building. She stepped off the small porch and went to the comer. 
She was more than surprised to see Kurt. She was also a little 
frightened.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded, forgetting herself and 
speaking to a German as though she were his equal, something she had 
been warned about in class.

"Help me, please. I've got to hide," Kurt said, his breath coming in 
short gasps.

"From what?" Ruth demanded, her mind confused and her thoughts self-
protective and fearful.

"Nurse Hilde. She came to my quarters. Please, I can't get caught. Go 
back and open your door and I'll sneak inside. Hurry" He whispered, 
trying to look up at her from his prone position.

Ruth liked intrigue and she liked the thought that he had come to see 
her, no matter what excuse he had used. She padded softly back to the 
cottage and opened the door and stepped through, then touched her 
fingers to her lips to warn Beth to be quiet. She held the door ajar 
and a moment later Kurt slipped through. Elizabeth covered her own 
mouth with her soft hand to keep from crying out.

Ruth closed the door and leaned her back against it. She was trembling 
all over. In the last ten minutes, she had broken every rule that had 
been laid down to her and now she was more frightened than she had ever 
been in her life. She gripped the door handle to keep from shivering 
and tried to speak in a steady voice: "You can't stay here - we might 
be caught."

"Just for a couple of minutes, then I'll be on my way. Please," he 
said, smiling through his chattering teeth.

Neither of the girls could resist. Elizabeth was already in bed. She 
clutched the covers about her, tightly, and said, "Of course he has to 
stay here, Ruth," and smiled at the trembling boy. Ruth made a helpless 
gesture with her hand and crossed the room to the bed. She sat down on 
the edge of it and looked closely at Kurt. She thought he must be the 
most handsome boy she had ever seen. He was well muscled, his brow was 
wide and smooth, his eyes blue, and his sex she already knew about. She 
knew that Elizabeth was thinking the same thing.

"Let's get into bed then, and turn out the lights. They're supposed to 
be out anyway," Ruth informed the two of them as she flipped off the 
light switch. She crossed to the bed without bumping into anything and 
took Kurt's hand and directed him onto the bed. Her own hand felt hot 
to her.

The three of them lay in bed, whispering, Kurt in the middle. "You hurt 
me," Ruth accused him, then was immediately sorry that she had said 
what she did, remembering his eyes begging her forgiveness as he had 
plunged into her.

"I'm sorry, really I am. You're Ruth and you're ..."

"Elizabeth," she supplied for him.

"I have to do my job, though. The Direktor is always there and unless 
we do it ourselves, he will hurt you more by pushing us. You know?" He 
asked, his voice pleading for forgiveness. "And if I don't do what my 
duty is here, they will put me in the ranks and ship me to the Eastern 
front. I'll die there. They'll kill me," Kurt could not keep from 
sobbing, even though he tried not to.

His small sob tore at both girl's hearts at the same time. Their small 
soft hands met on his chest and each of them rubbed and tried to soothe 
away his fears, forgetting their own for a little while.

"How old are you, Kurt?" Ruth asked softly into the darkness.

"Nineteen," he answered, suffused in the gentleness of the two of them.

"Do you know what's going to happen to us, Kurt?" Elizabeth asked in a 
dreamy voice.

"You've only been here a week all together right? Well, in a couple of 
days they'll send you to a rest camp for soldiers or else bring them 
here and ... well, you'll just receive them, that's all. It won't be 
bad. It'll be worse for me in the cold of Russia, freezing and starving 
and ..." he began to shiver.

Ruth told Elizabeth to remove her own robe and she did likewise. Then 
she and Elizabeth took Kurt's clothes from him, he unresisting, and the 
two of them moved under him so that he was lying atop the both of them. 
They rubbed his back and shoulders and his neck. His heavy legs rested 
one each between each of the girl's. He began to relax under their 
gentle massaging and then he stopped shivering and fondly kissed the 
two of them on the lips, first Ruth and then Elizabeth.

Ruth received his kiss willingly. It was like fire to her. She had 
built him up in her mind so that he was the only male that was left to 
her, even in imagination, to say nothing of his being there in the 
flesh. He was at least half her possession. She kissed him back 
fiercely and felt him thrust his tongue into her mouth. She took it 
gladly and sucked it deep into her throat.

Kurt remembered his manners and withdrew his mouth from Ruth's and 
clamped it onto Elizabeth's. Ruth was furious. She moved her hand under 
his stomach and grabbed his penis and dug her fingernails into it. Kurt 
cried out in alarm and raised his head abruptly from Elizabeth's mouth 
and with a playful growl bit into Ruth's pert soft breast. Then she 
cried out. He did the same thing to Elizabeth and then the three of 
them laughed.

Ruth ordered him to turn over on his back. He did so, eagerly, and she 
kissed him soundly on the month, playing her tongue between his soft, 
wet lips and on into his mouth. He bit at it tenderly and teasingly, 
and moved her away from him and said to the two of them: "I'm really as 
new at this as you are, but let's try to have a good time without the 
Direktor to bother us." They both agreed to his suggestion. With his 
hands, he directed Elizabeth's mouth down to his hardening cock and 
sighed with mewing sounds when her warm soft lips closed over the 
smooth, rubbery head of his prick. He moved Ruth with his hands until 
her soft white buttocks were just above his face, he parted the sparse 
young pubic hair with his thumbs then he sunk his tongue into the soft 
pink folds of her cuntal lips.

Ruth loved the sensation. His tongue probed as deeply into her as it 
could, playing with her clitoris, causing the heat of passion to build 
rapidly and firmly within her young body. She clasped his head with her 
hands and pulled his face flat against her suddenly throbbing vagina 
and he shoved in with all his strength as she sucked his tongue deep 
within her with the walls of her vagina. But she wanted more to do. She 
had so much unused energy inside that had all been started building up 
by Kurt that she could not simply ride high on his face and give succor 
to his hot searching mouth and tongue. His nibbling and biting at the 
lips of her cunt were driving her crazy. She made Elizabeth turn about 
so that his buttocks were facing her mouth and she did the same. She 
wrapped her arms around the soft inner thighs of Elizabeth and pulled 
her hips upwards. Ruth then worked her tongue into the soft hot folds 
of Elizabeth's tight, now moistened cunt. Kurt was in seventh heaven. 
He had never known anything about a girl except for standing at the end 
of a table and ramming into her with his hard prick. He found this 
delightful. He could feel the softness of Elizabeth's lips and the 
moisture of her mouth travel the length of his prick, then start the 
reverse procedure and finally a hard, sensuous sucking on the warm 
throbbing head of his hardness. And his own tongue seemed to be probing 
the depths of soft clouds. He rammed his muscled tongue into the tight 
opening, took the hanging clitoris with his teeth, and Ruth shoved down 
upon him with all her might. He moved his tongue in and out of her and 
appreciated the increased grinding of her soft, smooth buttocks down on 
his face, so he increased his motions.

He knew that she was getting ready to explode around his tongue, to 
spew her warmth into his waiting and searching mouth. He was right. 
Ruth was suddenly at a pace she remembered Frau Moelar bringing her to 
and spreading her thighs as wide as she could, she pressed herself onto 
Kurt. She dug her teeth into the lips of Elizabeth's soft, squirming 
cunt and rammed her tongue in full force. Suddenly they were all 
together, all exploding into each other, their fires brimming outward 
and over their own beings onto each other.

Ruth fell off Kurt, exhausted, and lay alongside him. Elizabeth lay on 
the other side of him and sighed with pleasure spent. The three were 
content with themselves and their own ingenuity.

But, without warning, their desires washed over them anew and Ruth 
suddenly found herself under Kurt's wonderful muscular body and her 
tight clinging pussy was trying desperately to accommodate the thick 
hardness of him. It was painful to her at first, then it began to 
travel deep into her and the walls of her cunt accepted it fully and 
sucked it deep down to the bottom depths of her belly. She felt the 
slow withdrawal, so unlike the time it had been in her before on the 
operating table, and she rose up in fear that it would escape 
completely and sucked it back into her and tried by force to keep the 
wonderful instrument of pleasure deep inside her. But, it was not to 
be. Kurt eased his pulsating prick into her tight little vagina and 
pushed down gently and then withdrew it and felt her clasping with all 
the inner muscles of her soft clinging pussy, then he started back in 
and eased it slowly in half-way, permitting her to suck him into her 
again, then impatiently abandoned that idea and rammed his hardness all 
the way into her.

Kurt felt the soft hands of Elizabeth on his legs and then his balls as 
he fucked away at Ruth. He reached behind him with his hand and gently 
pushed her head back to his buttocks and she tentatively kissed his 
back, soft sucking kisses, then nibbled at his thighs and then her 
mouth sought his rectum and he felt her hot tongue probe into him, 
gently yet forcefully opening the tight rubbery tissue until it was 
there. "Ah ... aaah," he groaned. He let a low moan of pure joy escape 
his lips, then jammed and rocked hard down into Ruth's hungry, 
throbbing cunt. She bit at his neck and his shoulders and her soft 
hands pulled his mouth to hers.

Kurt exploded deep within her and was proud that he had caused her to 
cum at the same time. Then he lay exhausted on top of her, his hard 
prick still held firmly within her tight little cunt, and enjoyed the 
probing of his rectum by Elizabeth's tongue.

Kurt felt as though he could remain here, just as he was forever. But 
such was not to be the case. He was preparing himself to withdraw from 
Ruth and give Elizabeth her share of him when he heard a strange noise. 
So did the girls. They were all alert at once, listening intensely to 
the wailing sirens, ones they had never heard before. They bounded out 
of bed and the three of them raced to the window. Lights were sweeping 
the compound. They clutched at each other in the terror of knowing that 
the lights were for Kurt.

He dressed with trembling hands, three sets of them, and slipped out of 
the door. He turned the comer of their cottage and disappeared from 
their sight.

Kurt was caught that night and the following morning he was shipped out 
to a staging station from which he departed to the Eastern Front.

Ruth and Elizabeth spent the remainder of the night clutched in each 
others arms, terror raping their minds as violently as their young 
bodies had been raped shortly after their arrival. They cried 
themselves to sleep and the following morning each of them refused to 
speak what was on their minds. They simply looked at each other knowing 
that Kurt had been caught and that he was gone forever. He had been, 
for each girl, her only hope of some kind of spiritual salvation from 
the horrors they knew were certain to come.



Chapter 3


Nurse Hilde was strongly suspicious of where her shy young friend had 
hidden himself until the time of his capture, but she was unable to 
prove her suspected knowledge. She was called into the office of the 
Direktor and demoted on the spot for having been in a forbidden area. 
She was also assigned another undesirable task: she was to accompany a 
group of the girls to the border of Hungary and there to oversee the 
"Hygienic Recreation" of the returning troops. She made sure that 
Ruth's and Elizabeth's names were on the order list. She had vengeful 
plans of her own for those two.

Ruth looked at herself in the mirror in the cottage and then called 
Elizabeth's attention to the fact that she was looking years older than 
her sixteen years would indicate, then turned in startled surprise and 
informed the crying girl that she was to be seventeen the following 
day. That cheered Elizabeth somewhat until she remembered where she was 
and that a party of any type was out of the question. As a matter of 
fact, not only Ruth looked much older than her years would indicate but 
fair Elizabeth seemed to be aging at a rapid pace. Her heretofore 
smooth and wide brow was becoming somewhat furrowed with the beginning 
of worry lines.

Ruth looked closely at the crying girl and said, "Elizabeth, we have to 
survive this mess. If you cry all the time - my mother told me there 
was nothing worse for the face - you're going to look thirty next 
year."

Elizabeth howled in indignant anger and sadness and Ruth went to her 
and put her soft white hands on the girl's large breasts and spoke 
gently to her. She leaned over and kissed her softly on her fine pink 
lips and ran her hands over the girl's smooth skin. She pressed her 
lips more firmly into Elizabeth's and started to move them apart with 
her tongue when a noise split the air and caused both girls to freeze 
in position. It was the general call to formation on the compound.

They dressed hurriedly and washed their faces and ran for their 
assigned positions. It was colder than imaginable to both of the girls 
but they stood straight and tall and answered to the calling of the 
roll and the checking of names and the cross checking of dates of 
arrival. Ruth watched. The Nurse Hilde standing in front of the whole 
formation with a sheaf of papers in her hand looking important and sad 
at the same time. It came as no surprise to Ruth when the Direktor 
announced over the loud speaker that several "of the luckier girls" 
were to leave within the hour for a rest area. He also said, in a cold 
and formal way, that Nurse Hilde was to be in charge and that she would 
read a list of the girls selected to go.

Nurse Hilde stepped forward and read from her list, her voice filled 
with remorse and hate. Ruth's and Elizabeth's names were fourth and 
fifth on the list. Ruth took the girl's hand into her own, another 
forbidden show of affection, and tried to calm the poor girl's shaking. 
They were dismissed shortly and then returned to their cottage where 
they packed their meager belongings.

Ruth looked around the small room and knew that she was not the "lucky 
girl" that the Direktor had indicated. She felt reasonably sure that 
she would never see the place again. Yet there was a part of her mind 
that told her that she should be glad to be leaving. She reasoned that 
wherever she went she would be better off than where she was, that a 
journey - even into the unknown - was, after all a journey and she had 
always liked travel. Her young mind could give her warnings about many 
things but her experience, limited as it was, could never fill in any 
of the details.

Ruth cast one last glance around the cottage then took Elizabeth's hand 
and led her out the door. Ruth noticed that the girl seemed to be sleep 
walking. Ruth was troubled that she should have to be near mother to a 
girl who was her own age. But she sighed and accepted her task and 
spoke cheerfully to Elizabeth. "Come on, Liz. Cheer up. You like to 
travel. At least we'll be away from this place for awhile. Let's run."

Ruth did not wait for an answer from her but jogged ahead and Elizabeth 
fell in alongside her. By the time they reached the canvas covered 
truck that was waiting for them, they were both in a much better mood. 
Nurse Hilde stood alongside the truck with her sheaf of papers. She 
tightened up as soon as she saw the two of them and barked harshly at 
Ruth. "Get over here!" She commanded.

Ruth tightened her grip on Elizabeth's hand and dragged her over to 
where Nurse Hilde was standing. The big woman looked about her 
urgently, then, since she saw no one else within ear shot, said in a 
hissing voice, "I want you two Jewish bitches to know that I know where 
Kurt was the other night. You'll pay for that."

Ruth could have killed Elizabeth because she howled immediately, 
confirming the worst suspicions of Nurse Hilde. Ruth returned the 
woman's cold stare, dug her fingernails into Elizabeth's palm and spoke 
as calmly as possible. "I don't know what you're talking about, but 
I've heard something about that episode and we know nothing about any 
Kurt. Nothing."

Nurse Hilde smiled crookedly at Ruth and replied, "Oh no? That's a 
stupid thing to say, little bitch, since he was the one to fuck the 
hell out of you in the operating room,"

Ruth's face reddened at the crude language of the harsh looking woman, 
but she had to partly convince her that there was a possibility of her 
being mistaken. Ruth wanted to lighten her own punishment that she was 
well aware that the woman was capable of dishing out. She tried to 
steady her trembling legs and her voice and looked directly into the 
woman's eyes and said, "I heard no names mentioned. I hardly think that 
I would have, under the circumstances, remembered them if I had. The 
same can be said of Elizabeth."

"Get your ass in the truck and I better not hear one word from you 
again," Nurse Hilde screamed, seeming to loose all control.

Ruth turned from her with all the dignity she could muster, her head 
held high, and climbed into the truck, pulling Elizabeth after her. She 
sat forward on the wooden bench, as close to the cab as possible, 
because she realized with a start that it was to be a cold journey. She 
was cold already and the truck wasn't even moving. She directed 
Elizabeth to sit alongside her and put her arm around the quaking girl. 
"Get hold of yourself, Elizabeth. She can't do anything to hurt us," 
she said defiantly, wanting to believe the lie she was uttering to 
Elizabeth.

The journey was a bone jarring experience. Nurse Hilde sat in the front 
with the driver and Ruth could have sworn that every time she chanced 
to peek through the glass at the back of the cab, Nurse Hilde was 
playing with the driver's prick. Something certainly was causing him to 
drive like a lunatic. The truck swayed from one side to the other and 
seemed to hit every bump in the road. And it was cold. The icy wind 
whipped up Ruth's skirt at a furious pace and froze her thighs. She 
huddled close to Elizabeth throughout the first six hours of the 
exhausting journey, hugging the girl to her for warmth.

When the truck finally stopped to permit the girls to relieve 
themselves, Ruth could hardly stand up, her legs ached all the way to 
her groin. She was struck by the apparent loss of energy of the other 
twenty-three girls. They moved dejectedly out of the truck close by the 
head of Nurse Hilde, who shouted obscenities and jests at them as they 
disembarked. Ruth was the last one off the truck. The nurse took her 
arm and pulled her aside, then twisted her arm brutally until Ruth 
turned to face her. "How was the ride, Bitch?" she asked with a wicked 
smile on her ugly face.

Ruth felt like screaming. Her exhaustion was complete and her bladder 
hurt terribly. The continuous pounding that she had taken from the ride 
had irritated her kidneys and the coldness had deadened her nerves. She 
tried ineffectually to pull away from the horrid woman but it was no 
use. She stood as she was, Nurse Hilde's fingers biting into her flesh. 
"Screw you, Nurse," Ruth told her, hardly raising her voice.

Nurse Hilde had a fit. She flew at the defenseless Ruth with all her 
pent up fury and her voice broke forth in a cry of hate that filled the 
entire countryside. Ruth fell to the ground with the heavy woman on top 
of her, her hands over her face to prevent the beastly woman from 
ruining her looks with her nails; but she made not one sound. She saw a 
movement from Elizabeth and one from the driver of the truck. There was 
a wild scuffle and then the Nurse was abruptly pulled off her. The 
driver of the track held the nurse without effort and laughed through 
his broken teeth. He spoke in what Ruth immediately recognized as a 
north German accent. "Got myself a load of vixen, I have," he said and 
his eyes narrowed and zeroed in on Ruth's body.

Nurse Hilde saw the look he gave Ruth. "You wanna fuck her?" she asked.

"Ya, I would," he answered, grinning evilly and looking at her through 
slitted eyes.

"Even better than that, how about her little friend, here? That one can 
watch," Nurse Hilde snarled, indicating first Elizabeth then Ruth with 
a sweep of her arm.

The burly truck driver turned his attention on the frightened Elizabeth 
and nodded his head affirmatively as he leered at her. Elizabeth 
clasped her hand to her mouth and cried out in alarm. She tried to move 
away from the group but he reached out and pulled her to him and cupped 
his large hairy hand over one of her breasts. Elizabeth screamed.

Ruth turned to the Nurse and spoke in a trembling voice. "I know that 
you are supposed to get us there just as we left the Farm. I'll report 
you when we arrive," Ruth said, doubting her own words as she said 
them.

Nurse Hilde slapped her soundly on the side of the head, causing her 
ears to start ringing immediately. "Slut!" she screamed at Ruth. 
"You'll do little reporting, you'll see." She turned abruptly to the 
large driver of the truck and spat out her words at him, "Take her over 
there. We'll all watch. We'll see what kind of man you are." She 
giggled a silly laugh and then turned and pushed Ruth ahead of her to 
the soft meadow she had indicated to the driver.

Ruth thought she was going to be sick. She had not managed to relieve 
herself and the emotional explosion had left her more exhausted than 
she had been when the truck stopped. She searched for something to say 
to stop the cruelness that was bound to occur, but her mind was like a 
blank sheet of paper. She was too tired to say or do anything. She 
moved ahead of the nurse and stopped where Nurse indicated she was to 
stop.

The truck driver dragged Elizabeth into the small grassy knoll where 
the girls were grouping themselves and slung her down on the grass. 
Nurse Hilde stood alongside Ruth with her arms folded and a sick grin 
on her ugly face. Ruth thought that if she could possibly summon the 
energy from somewhere she would kill the woman. She soon forgot about 
her, however, and watched the horror that was taking place before her.

The driver had ripped all the clothes off poor Elizabeth. She lay on 
the green grass, her white skin trembling, her small hands covering her 
overly large breasts. Her legs were crossed one over the other. She 
tried to cover her humiliation from the rest of them. Tears streamed 
down her face making rivers of water over her rosy cheeks. Ruth was 
tempted to go to her and cover her nudeness with her own body, but she 
didn't dare.

The truck driver dropped his trousers and his underpants and turned to 
face all of the startled girls. His prick was like that of a horse. It 
reared out from under his large stomach and stood straight away from 
his body. Ruth had never imagined that anything could be so large. She 
looked at it and gasped. It seemed to throb before their eyes. He 
leered at them and said, "You'll all learn to appreciate a good German 
prick, ya," then turned back to the cringing Elizabeth and dropped down 
between her legs.

Ruth felt like screaming. She watched, horrified, as the large man 
moved Elizabeth's long white legs apart and pushed them back over her 
body. He lifted his hips and thrust his heavy muscular buttocks into 
view, its dark crack giving way the wrinkled sack of mammoth balls, and 
pushed his lust-hardened cock up against the small hair-lined opening 
between her uplifted thighs. Ruth saw that her little soft cuntal lips 
were quivering in fear and seeming to draw themselves back into her 
insides, it was no use, however. He gave one thrust and Ruth could bear 
the wet, sluicing noise as his large cock head moved into the softness 
between the open legs of the poor girl.

"Aaagh ..." Elizabeth screamed. Ruth prayed that she had become 
unconscious. She remained quiet and the burly man shoved into her with 
all his strength, yet only half of his large horse prick was in the 
pinkness of the girl. Ruth turned her head away because she felt close 
to vomiting, but the Nurse grabbed her by the hair and made her turn 
around and watch.

She saw Elizabeth kick her legs up in the air as she tried to eject the 
huge pole of flesh from her, but she only gave him greater access to 
her. He rammed in, fully, and Ruth saw the soft white legs shiver in 
mid-air then relax. She was sure now, that Elizabeth had fainted.

The huge man left his prick fully in her and moved his large hands down 
her smooth whiteness and cupped her soft buttocks, clasping them one in 
each hand. He withdrew slowly, his long hard pole glistening with the 
moisture from Elizabeth, and then clutched her orbs with fierce 
pressure and pulled her hips to him as he thrust in again. He bore down 
harshly with all his strength, pushing the total bigness of himself 
into the tight cunt of the girl. Ruth saw on his outward pull that 
Elizabeth's little soft pink cuntal flanges moved along the rock hard 
pole and she moaned in sympathy for her suffering friend.

The huge driver thrust his pole brutally into the girl again and again, 
slowly, then he quickened his pace and squeezed and yanked at her white 
quivering buttocks, pulling her forward every time he thrust in, 
driving deep down into her.

Ruth heard the poor girl cry plaintively, "Aaaaghh," almost unheeded by 
the rest of them. She saw her white soft inner thighs tremble as the 
man rammed his huge pole into her sadistically, hard and deep. He 
slammed into her tight little cunt with frantic abandon and his breath 
became one long continuous groan. Nurse Hilde moved to them and around 
them then grabbed the poor girl's feet and pulled them back over her 
head.

The driver grunted his appreciation, then reared himself back fully so 
that his large horse cock was just inside the pink folds of her 
upturned pussy then thrust back in full tilt, ramming and grinding down 
in the middle of her helpless scream.

He then began a hammering and knocking and buffeting into her that Ruth 
would never have believed that any human could take. He threshed 
against her, careened into her little hole and then slammed and bucked 
and rocked and beat his large prick inside her. Ruth saw his sack 
tighten up around his large balls as it rested against the softness of 
Elizabeth's white buttocks, then he was walloping and bucking into her 
with an animal fierceness again and Ruth knew that he was cumming. She 
prayed that he would do it rapidly and spare the poor girl further 
pain.

Not so, however. He continued to bang and jab into her little cunt with 
the strength of a bull, pounding deep inside her, cumming like a stud 
bull all the time. Ruth felt sure that she would burst with his semen, 
so much of it and hot and scalding as Ruth knew it to be. He slowed and 
came more fully to his knees and rammed forcefully into her tight 
little opening and then ground down and moved her hairy ass from side 
to side and then jolted into her with piston-like movement until he 
finally collapsed onto her whiteness and lay still.

"Ah-ooooh-ah-ah" Elizabeth cried.

Ruth thought she would faint. She lifted her small hand to her forehead 
and felt the heat there. Her knees were weak and shaking and her 
stomach was in turmoil. She wrapped one arm around her middle and the 
whole world swam before her eyes. She blinked and saw that the man was 
standing, that his hard prick was still standing out from his body. She 
looked and saw the white fluid oozing from the end of it, made whiter 
by the deep purple color of the huge head. She took a deep breath and 
went to where Elizabeth lay.

She dropped onto her knees beside the broken girl and wiped her wet 
forehead. Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open but they did not focus. Ruth 
helped her up and helped her to dress then led her back to the truck. 
The rest of the girls opened their ranks for them to pass through, all 
silent and respectful for the broken girl. Ruth stopped before she got 
onto the truck and looked at the nurse. Never in her life had she seen 
such insanity reflected through someone's eyes. The Nurse's pale eyes 
seemed to be glazed over and she had an idiot grin on her face that 
sickened Ruth. Ruth spat on the ground as she steadily held the nurse's 
look in a stare of bitter hatred and contempt.



Chapter 4


After forty-four hours on the road, the truck finally entered the wire 
enclosure of the Army camp and continued on through to another 
enclosure inside the first one, then stopped, throwing the sore and 
aching girls against each other. Not one of them made a sound. They 
were bone weary and their talking had been nil since they had watched 
the horrible scene of mayhem and rape performed on Elizabeth.

Ruth had never seen a person in a state of shock, but she was certain 
that Elizabeth was. She had not spoken since the incident. Her eyes 
would not focus and she had had to be forced to take even a drink of 
water. Ruth raged inside at the cruel world that would treat a child in 
such a manner. She had completely forgotten that she was herself a 
child, such had been her abrupt aging process. She stood wearily and 
pulled the non-responsive Elizabeth to her feet, then moved her toward 
the back of the truck. Ruth clambered down first, then helped the poor 
girl down. Elizabeth stood exactly as she was planted, her jaws slack, 
her eyes vacant and her hair disarrayed.

Ruth did what little she could to straighten Elizabeth. She ran a comb 
through her hair, tugged at her torn clothing, and then patted her 
softly on the buttocks by way of encouragement. Ruth tidied herself 
then looked around at the other nubile girls who had made the trip with 
her. She was certain that they all looked more or less alike and that 
their features were somehow distinct from the average girl. She swore 
at herself for having such a thought, because she remembered that that 
was what she had been told in her classes at her first place of 
detention in Vienna.

She looked about her at the frost heavy grass and the rising dust that 
was caused from the movement of many military vehicles, and wondered if 
there might be some way of escape. She laughed shortly to herself, then 
asked herself bitingly just where she would escape to. Suddenly she 
felt terribly alone, so cut off from any part of the world that she had 
known and loved so much just four short weeks ago. She would have wept 
but she lacked the energy. She wondered where Nurse Hilde had taken 
herself to, then told herself that she didn't really give a damn.

Suddenly the door of the nearest hut opened and Nurse Hilde strode out, 
followed by a Kapitan. The two of them approached the group of girls 
and stopped about ten paces from them. The Kapitan nodded to Hilde, 
then addressed the group of tired girls.

"All of you know what you are here for. I shall not remind you of your 
chosen tasks again, but I must inform you of the rules we have here. 
You must work to eat. Each soldier will give you a coupon for your 
services and that you will use to purchase food in the base store. You 
will not form any emotional ties with any one man here. Never. Most of 
them will be returning to duty very shortly - to the Eastern Front - 
and they do not need to be burdened by memories of your petty problems. 
You listen to them and try not to talk and you'll get along much 
better. I will not tolerate bickering or disorder of any kind. You are 
the first to occupy your quarters. So you will be given a twenty-four 
hour period to get them in order. And, he added, looking sideways at 
the Nurse Hilde who stood stoutly beside him, "even though your medical 
records are complete, I want you to come in one at a time for an 
interview before you are assigned your quarters."

"I hardly think that is necessary, Herr Kapitan," Nurse Hilde began 
before she was abruptly stopped.

"I did not, nor shall I do so in the future, ask you for your opinion, 
Nurse. You may proceed to your quarters now. Immediately!" The Kapitan 
barked at her.

Nurse Hilde looked as though she had suddenly lost her direction. She 
stepped away from the Kapitan after a slight courtesy in his direction, 
then went directly to the driver of the truck.

Ruth helped Elizabeth up the steps to the Kapitan's quarters and 
managed to be the first in line. She was still supporting the catatonic 
Elizabeth so that actually the other girls more or less fell back and 
permitted her to push her burden up the four steps. None of them, 
however, offered to help, a fact that Ruth stored away in her mind for 
later use.

Ruth stood holding the limp girl for about fifteen minutes. She thought 
she would collapse with her burden. She was on the verge of giving up 
and letting the girl slide to the floor if necessary, when a fat 
sergeant stepped through the door and bellowed in a voice that was used 
to addressing ranks of men instead of a single girl, "FIRST JEW IN!"

Ruth moved Elizabeth forward. The sergeant put a hand firmly on the 
silent girl's chest and said, "The Herr Kapitan said one at a time. 
Only one."

"She is unable to walk," Ruth said to the general direction of the 
sergeant and pushed her burden past him.

The Kapitan sprang to his feet and bellowed at the sergeant who grabbed 
Ruth's arm, causing her to release her hold. Elizabeth immediately 
collapsed onto the floor. The sergeant released her and sprang forward 
to help Elizabeth. Ruth just stood and watched, tired of the effort of 
looking after the girl. "What has happened to this girl!" The Kapitan 
asked Ruth, sitting in his own chair now behind his desk.

Ruth tilted her chin high and fought back the tears that had suddenly 
sprung to her eyes. She swallowed to get control of her voice and spoke 
in a near whisper, "She has been this way ever since she was assaulted 
and abused by that fine up-standing German soldier who served as our 
driver." She stopped and blinked here eyes again and looked directly at 
the Kapitan. He did not answer her or comment on what she had said, so 
Ruth plunged ahead. "He was aided - even ordered to do what he did - by 
Nurse Hilde."

"Name?" The Kapitan inquired, not unkindly, Ruth thought.

"Hers or mine?" Ruth asked, her stare locked onto the Kapitan.

"Hers." he requested, then smiled faintly in Ruth's direction before 
lowering his glance.

"Elizabeth Von Hollenstein," Ruth said emphatically, stressing the Von.

The Kapitan's head snapped up and the lenses of his glasses caught the 
light and reflected it weirdly. He closed his mouth that had suddenly 
dropped open at the mention of the girl's name then got slowly out of 
his chair and came around his desk and stood in front of the chair that 
now held the slumped, unseeing form of Elizabeth. He reached for and 
took the girl's arm at the wrist and checked her pulse. Ruth knew that 
he was doing so only as a decoy so that he could order his own 
thinking. He dropped the girl's wrist abruptly and shouted to the 
sergeant. "Get Nurse Hilde here immediately. And have the driver sent 
for."

The sergeant left the room in a flash. The Kapitan looked at the closed 
door as though he expected it to open again, then seemingly satisfied 
that it would not, spoke to Ruth. His voice sounded tired and old. "I 
know - knew - this girl's father in Vienna. A fine family." Ruth nodded 
her head almost hopefully but he continued. "I'm sorry. I truly am. But 
there is nothing I can do, not even to the nurse. My job is a most 
undesirable one. I am a pimp to the enlisted men." He stopped talking 
and turned his back on Ruth. He wiped his forehead with a gray 
handkerchief, then faced Ruth again. "I will see that the nurse is sent 
from the base. The troops in Russia need fine nurses, even sadistic 
ones. I am putting this girl in your charge and I will do whatever I 
can to help you and her. But, remember, my authority here is rather 
limited. I will see that she gets sufficient food coupons. Now I think 
that you had better leave before the others return. Take the girl with 
you, please. Here are your quarters." He handed Ruth a slip of paper 
with a number on it. He kept her little hand in his and looked at it 
tenderly and spoke to her, saying, "It is madness. I am sorry."

Ruth jerked her hand free of his and started to say just what she 
thought of his sentimentality, then reconsidered and went to Elizabeth 
and helped her from the chair. She lugged the girl out the door and 
down the steps. She remembered something that she had been meaning to 
ask the Kapitan ever since she had told him Elizabeth's name, so she 
parked the girl in the arms of the first girl in line in front of the 
door and re-entered the room. The Kapitan was taking a healthy drink 
from a bottle of Schnapps. "Kapitan," Ruth said, startling him, "I 
should like to know your name please."

The Kapitan rose from his seat and looked at Ruth as though she was a 
ghost. "My name?" he asked, almost inaudibly. He seemed suddenly to get 
control of himself and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Out! Get 
out of my sight! Now! How dare you threaten me." Ruth smiled at him and 
then turned and left. She collected Elizabeth at the foot of the stairs 
and asked directions of a soldier on duty to her assigned lodging.

Ruth found her cabin without difficulty. She pushed open the door and 
switched on the light and looked around carefully. She was not too 
disappointed. The room was small but cozy. There were two beds, both of 
them made already, and the room was warm. There was a wardrobe of a 
type and a wash basin. Ruth looked in distaste at the douching 
equipment that sat on the floor under a list of instructions on how to 
use it. She lugged Elizabeth across the room to the nearest bed and 
shoved her onto it. She undressed herself, then turned out the light 
and fell into bed. She deliberately put everything out of her mind 
until the coming morning. It would all wait. Her exhaustion could not.



Chapter 5


The first morning at the new base of operation found Ruth somewhat 
restored to normal. Awakening, she yawned and stretched. Then she 
looked over at the bed on which she had dropped Elizabeth the night 
before. The girl seemed to be awake so Ruth crossed the few steps to 
her bed and looked down at her.

Elizabeth's large green eyes were open but they saw nothing. Ruth 
stifled a cry of pity for the poor girl and sat down on her bed and 
held her soft hand in her own. "Elizabeth," she said softly, stroking 
the girl's hand and arm, "You must hear me, please. It's too much for 
me. I can't look after myself and you too. I just can't ... Please 
speak to me."

She could detect no response whatever from the girl. She leaned over 
her face and pressed her own lips to Elizabeth's then raised her head 
and looked into the girl's limpid eyes. No response. None. Ruth leaned 
over her again and pressed her lips once more against her soft ones, 
then bit harshly into them. She felt Elizabeth's body quiver under hers 
but when she looked at her she was still the same, staring straight up; 
but her eyes were brimming with tears. A trickle of blood ran from her 
lips where Ruth had bitten her.

"I'M sorry, Elizabeth, but you must come out of it. Don't you hear me 
at all?" Ruth pleaded. She received nothing by way of answer. She was 
searching her mind for something to do or say when there was a pounding 
at the door. Ruth was startled. She jumped off the bed immediately. She 
grabbed a small cloth and wiped the blood from Elizabeth's lips. She 
went to the door and opened It cautiously. A soldier stood at the door 
with a rifle slung over his back. His face was caked with dirt.

"What do you want?" Ruth demanded, automatically drawing back from the 
sight of him.

"I got three coupons. I won two from a couple of other guys." He held 
the three Yellow coupons out to Ruth.

"Go away!" Ruth said, trying to close the door. His rifle butt was 
suddenly between the door and the door frame. He was not to be denied. 
He stuck his face in the crack of the door and grinned hideously. 
"Please," Ruth begged, "we only got here last night and we are supposed 
to have twenty-four hours to ourselves. Come back tomorrow."

"Nothing doing. I'm horny now. I got a fuck ticket and I'm gonna fuck, 
even though you are Jewish." He barged his way into the small room and 
kicked the door closed behind him, He looked around until his gaze 
stopped on Elizabeth. He walked to her bed, dragging his rifle 
alongside, "What the fuck's the matter with her?" He wanted to know.

"Please Ruth begged, "just go away and come back tomorrow. Please?" She 
sat on her own bed and put her face in her hands .

"Nothing doin'. They only passed out twenty-five tickets and I won two 
more. I get three fucks." He crossed the room to Ruth's bed and lifted 
her to her feet. He threw his rifle onto the bed and grabbed Ruth into 
his arms. He pulled her head back by clutching a handful of hair, then 
clamped his mouth onto hers. Ruth started a struggle but she was 
helpless against him. He forced his tongue into her mouth and rammed it 
fully into her throat.

Ruth was saved by the bell so to speak. Something akin to a siren 
screamed, rending the air with its shrill sound, and the soldier 
dropped to the floor. A loud speaker was immediately activated and the 
magnified voice boomed, "All girls to morning roll call. Los! Los!"

Ruth looked down at the dirty soldier lying at her feet. He was shaking 
from head to foot. She moved away from him and looked from him to the 
bed where Elizabeth lay still staring straight at the ceiling. She 
wanted to cry. Instead she dressed hurriedly and went to the soldier 
and helped him onto her bed. She dampened the same cloth she had used 
to clean the blood off the lips of the girl and cleaned his face. His 
eyes were closed. He looked to Ruth to be a thousand years old. He 
still clutched the yellow coupons in his hand. Ruth relieved him of the 
burden of them and said, "I'll be back as soon as I can get back. Just 
rest."

She left the cabin, closing the door softly after her.

Ruth joined the line-up of girls for the morning muster. There was a 
huge woman standing on a box in the circle of girls calling out their 
names in a loud voice. Ruth arrived just in time to answer for herself. 
She didn't know what to do when Elizabeth's name was called so she said 
nothing until the silence grew pregnant with expectation and all the 
girls turned in her direction. Ruth stepped forward and explained 
carefully that Elizabeth was ill and added hurriedly that perhaps it 
would be a good idea to check for verification with the Kapitan who 
admitted them the previous evening.

Receiving a nod from the large woman standing on the box, Ruth returned 
to her place. She had to stand thirty minutes longer while their 
instructions were gone over again. The list of rules which were posted 
in each cabin alongside the douche kit was spelled out word for word 
before they were dismissed.

The woman blew a whistle and reassembled all of them before they had 
taken two steps away. "I am Frau Direktor of this group. You are to 
address me always as such. Each soldier will bring you one yellow 
coupon. No one soldier must ever have more than one. You will need two 
coupons for breakfast, three for lunch. There is no evening meal. Keep 
yourselves clean! You are with the cream of the German Reich! 
Dismissed!"

Ruth returned to her cabin with her mind in turmoil. She had safely put 
away the three coupons that she had taken from the soldier and now she 
had been ordered never to accept more than one. Hell, she thought, to 
breathe the air was probably breaking a rule. She sighed and quickened 
her steps. She knew she had problems awaiting her.

When she opened the door to the cabin the soldier was not on her bed. 
She looked in the direction of the labored breathing noise that she 
heard and saw the soldier pounding away between Elizabeth's open legs. 
She clutched at her throat, fearful that she would cry out in alarm, 
then moved to the bed. He hadn't even bothered to take off his clothes.

Ruth's first impulse was to use his rifle to shoot him with. Instead 
she moved cautiously toward the bed and saw Elizabeth's soft white 
hands on the back of his head. Then, before her eyes and ears the girl 
moaned, "Oh-Ooooh" and her long legs snaked around the slim hips of the 
soldier. Ruth stopped, watched, and listened.

She heard a low moaning deep in Elizabeth throat, a sort of gurgling 
noise that matched in rhythm the pitching and plowing of the soldier 
into her warm, clasping vagina. Suddenly the girl's white legs flailed 
in the air then dropped tightly around her lover's back and pulled him 
tightly into her. Both of them bucked and pitched at each other and 
cried out for the sheer joy of reaching a climax before the soldier 
pitched forward onto the soft white body of Elizabeth and lay still.

Ruth was even more surprised when she realized that Elizabeth was 
smiling at her. The girl's eyes no longer had the glazed and far away 
look that had distinguished them for the past seventy-two hours. She 
removed her hand from the head of the now still soldier and reached it 
out to Ruth. Ruth grabbed for it through a vale of tears, happiness and 
relief spilling out of her in a burst that blinded her vision and 
reduced her efforts of motion.

Ruth sat on the side of the bed. She leaned over and kissed Elizabeth 
on the mouth. She did not know what had revived the girl but she 
guessed rightly that the hair of the dog that bit her had something to 
do with it. Both of the girls were weeping and holding tightly onto 
each other when the soldier withdrew his now deflated penis from the 
tight little cunt of Elizabeth with a wet, sucking sound and then 
rolled over on his back. He smiled weakly at Ruth.

Ruth looked at him and felt a sort of sympathy. She saw that his white, 
limp pole was sticking through the fly of his trousers. She made a 
motion to put it back for him since he seemed so totally exhausted. He 
grabbed her head forcefully and smashed it down against his crotch. 
Ruth struggled with all her might to free herself from his strength and 
she was just on the verge of giving up when someone pounded at the 
door. The soldier released her immediately. "Answer the door," he told 
her.

Ruth opened the door only a crack. Two soldiers confronted her just as 
dirty as the one on Elizabeth's bed with a haggard look about them. 
Then they roughly pushed her out of the way and entered the small 
cabin. They propped their rifles against the wall and then turned to 
Ruth. Each of them held out a yellow coupon. Ruth sighed and reached 
for the coupons. They in turn reached for her, holding her between the 
two of them, one in front the other in the back.

"I'm first!" The bigger of the two howled, pulling Ruth forcefully away 
from the grasp of the other.

"There's supposed to be two broads to a cabin," the other said, 
releasing his hold on Ruth. He moved toward the bed where Elizabeth and 
the tired solider lay. He stopped within a foot of it.

"Awright soldier, you're time's up." He spoke toward the bed.

"Fuck you. I got three tickets and I only used one." The first soldier 
said, then rolled on top of Elizabeth to show his authority and 
possession of the girl.

The soldier turned back to Ruth and his buddy. "Hans?" he asked 
questioningly of the soldier who held firmly onto Ruth.

"Come on," Hans invited him, "we can both fuck her at once." He pushed 
Ruth roughly from him and said, "Get out of your god-damned clothes. 
You got a couple of men to deal with."

With trembling hands Ruth removed her clothing, then stood nude in 
front of the two soldiers. Their desire-filled eyes roamed over her 
soft whiteness from her jutting little breasts to the soft blond vee of 
hair at her loins. The first one whistled low and appreciatively. The 
other smiled broadly and nudged his buddy with his elbow. Both of them 
threw off their clothes in what seemed to Ruth like seconds then moved 
toward her. She was trembling with fright.

Hans lifted Ruth off her feet and carried her to the bed. He fell on 
top of her like a hungry wolf and clamped his mouth into her firm, full 
breasts, biting down hard. Ruth moaned and tried to move away from him, 
but it was wasted motion. He was hurting her terribly. She felt her 
legs moved roughly apart and stiff hair brushed against her soft inner 
thighs. The rough hands of the second soldier moved her vaginal lips 
apart causing pain to assault her little cunt even more harshly than 
the biting of her breast. She felt the hot wet tongue of the soldier 
move over her cuntal lips then into the soft secretness of her. Then, 
in spite of herself, she moaned with pleasure.

The two of them working together, coupled with her helpless plight, 
brought Ruth to a pitch of excitement in a matter of minutes. She began 
to move under the both of them, thrusting her suddenly hot hungry 
little pussy into the face of the one as the other ran his stiff tongue 
over her breasts. Her breasts stiffened and heated and she wanted him 
to take the whole of them into his rough mouth and suck and bite with 
all his strength.

Hans moved his mouth away from her breast and pulled himself up onto 
the bed. He leaned down to her and kissed her soft lips then ran his 
tongue into her mouth, then pressed it down and slipped it into her 
throat. Ruth sucked and bit at his tongue and groaned under the hot 
assault of the other soldier, who was probing deep into her hot cunt 
and biting at her pink vaginal lips. Hans abruptly thrust his hard 
prick into her mouth. Without slowing he gouged it all the way into her 
throat, then slowly took it out, and just as slowly eased it back.

Ruth was crammed full of the hard pulsating prick, all the way deep 
into her throat. The play of the hot tongue against her clitoris sent 
her into spasms of involuntary delight and she sucked and bit at the 
hot throbbing member in her mouth and enjoyed the toughness of it in 
her throat. She felt a quickening of the fires within her own little 
body and she moved upwards with her hips to aid the source of her 
pleasure and the hot heavy cock in her mouth grew abruptly and Hans put 
all his weight and energy into ramming it down her throat. She felt 
herself building for the big explosion and her little body arched up 
and as she did Hans fucked into her widely ovalled mouth, ramming the 
large head of his hard fleshy pole down deep into her and ground down. 
She felt the hot liquid streaming down her throat and with one upward 
thrust of her hips and a tightening of her cuntal walls, she responded 
in kind to the second soldier and her whole young body burned with 
pleasure of purpose fulfilled.

Ruth had orgasm in wave after wave of pleasure. Her hot young body 
spilled its fires inside her in waves of joy as the strong tongue of 
the soldier probed and punched and his powerful lips clamped over the 
whole of her throbbing little pussy and sucked the thousands of nerve 
ends that sent their messages back to the center of her and burst forth 
again and again in thanks. Ruth heaved her little crotch violently into 
the rough face of the soldier, then lay back, exhausted and satisfied.

Hans grinned into her face and said, "You're alright for a Jew. Now 
we'll show you what real German manhood can do for a girl."

Hans eased himself under Ruth and tore gently at her soft buttocks with 
his strong hands, spreading them apart and making passage for his 
finger which worked at the rubber tissue of her anus. He inserted 
himself under her in such a way that he was able to fit her tight 
asshole around the head of his large hard prick. The other soldier did 
according to Hans' bidding and gladly jammed his large cock into the 
slit of her cuntal lips. Both soldiers eased into her at the same time, 
hurting her terribly. She thought she would be split apart, that the 
soft bones separating her sex from her intestines would surely break 
with a roaring split, but it was not so.

After they were both fully into her and she was gasping for breath, 
Hans reached around her and fingered her still hard nipples. He pulled 
the other soldier's head forward with one hand and helped him to latch 
onto her other breast with his hot, sucking mouth. Then the both of 
them started ramming into her at the same time in matched strokes. Ruth 
was sure she was going to pass out. Never had she felt so crammed full, 
such a bursting of all her insides. Hans realized her dilemma first and 
motioned for the other to wait until he started to withdraw before he 
plunged into her tight little cunt again.

It took only about three strokes in and out of her in a planned manner 
to start her all over again. The sensation of pleasure was unbearable 
to Ruth. One large prick would be at the top of her bowels, then would 
begin to ease out slowly, then the other would gently cram into her 
throbbing vagina, exciting the walls and burning hotly all the way in. 
The motion generated a burning heat for Ruth as the two brick hard 
poles passed in and out of her. She couldn't take it. She had to bite 
her tongue to keep from losing all her control. She wanted to slam 
herself down on the one and ram her soft buttocks fully back into Hans' 
hard driving prick all at the same time.

Both of them noticed her increased desire and they began a buffeting 
and ramming into her that drove her mad. She twisted and turned and 
shoved her young body at their hard pricks with all her might. They 
speeded up their actions to match hers, ramming and poking and punching 
into her with all their pent up energy. Ruth knew that she was at the 
point of no return again. She bucked and twisted and groaned with 
pleasure, wanting the feeling to come, to hurtle itself at her and 
release the mighty dam inside her again.

They pounded her young body between them and knocked and rapped into 
her. Then both of them at the same time began to crash and pound and 
beat into her with their hard long pricks and Ruth slid over the ridge. 
As they drove into her with force she exploded again, bringing the two 
of them with her so that they clutched and sucked and bit at her body 
and their semen burst forth into her, burning and caressing her vagina 
and the smooth, rubbing walls of her tight clinging rectum all at the 
same time. The three of them clutched and hammered at each other until 
the last drop of pleasure was squeezed from and into each, then they 
relaxed, and the two soldiers held the small Ruth between them and 
moved their rough hands down her smooth flesh. They kissed gently at 
her hair and her ears and her cheeks.

Ruth had never been so satisfied in her life. Her whole body was 
content. She breathed easily and accepted the caresses of the two 
soldiers most willingly. She no longer felt alone and hopeless because 
she knew that she had a purpose, for them, at least, and her young mind 
told her that she would always have. She ran her soft white hands over 
their strong muscled backs and liked the feeling of hardness that she 
found there. She looked at Hans and said, "Tell me about the war. 
You're part of it."

Hans' blue eyes clouded and took on a far away look. Ruth felt his body 
tense up and she feared that she had said the wrong thing. Then he 
spoke, gently, in a far-away voice; "It's white, all white. There is 
nothing but snow and cold and the long stretches of white are broken 
only by blood. My buddy Jurgen and I," he indicated the other soldier 
with a nod of his head, "we took care of each other. We lay in the snow 
and dreamed of this - of you. You kept us alive and we didn't even know 
you. The Russian women wanted to kill us. They didn't or don't care 
about fucking. They only want to kill. They came with the men and shot 
at us and rammed their bayonets through the fallen soldiers and laughed 
like men at the flow of blood. There are millions of them and they're 
gonna start moving in this direction soon and they're going to kill all 
Germans. They'll tear out the guts of every German living - men, women 
and children. We can't stop them. They're too many and they're coming 
after us. God in Heaven!" The soldier Hans sobbed.

"Will they kill the Jews, too?" Ruth asked, alarmed by the thought of 
hordes of primitives from the East.

"Of course. Everyone. How would they know who is a Jew and who isn't?" 
Hans laughed bitterly.

Ruth shivered. Hans laughed and said, "I'd protect you, little Jew. You 
look German anyway. Are you sure you're of the vile race of Jews?" He 
squeezed her small nipples cruelly.

"Oh," Ruth moaned, then, "I don't know, really. I'm only sixteen - no, 
seventeen yesterday or the day before - but I don't think my mother was 
Jewish. Just my father I guess."

Hans was raised up on one elbow. He looked searchingly at Ruth. 
"Seventeen?" he asked incredulously. "How the shit did you get here?"

Ruth recounted her nightmarish days to the two, soldiers. They found 
her tale hard to believe, They listened intently to what she said and 
every now and then Hans would throw in an expletive that burned her 
ears. Suddenly he sprang off the bed and stood at the foot of it, nude, 
his hands on his hips, his feet spread apart with his sex hanging down 
ponderously between his skinny legs.

"What the fuck are you telling us this for? You think that we are over 
there dying so that children can be tortured at home? You're out of 
your goddamned head!" He exploded, his wrath explicit in his every 
word.

Ruth took a deep breath and decided to take a big gamble. She would do 
her bit to help the German cause since it had been so kind to her. 
"You're going back too," Ruth said slowly, "and you'll die there. No 
one cares anything about you here, just as they don't care about me. 
Look at Elizabeth. She was brutally raped and tormented by two grown 
people, both of them representative of the Third Reich. Just as you 
are. They told you we came here because we wanted to ... well, if you 
can believe that then you can believe that you aren't going back to 
Russia. I find it hard to believe that I'm suddenly not a German girl 
and that my parents have disappeared. And that I've been turned into a 
prostitute. So if you want to believe that I'm lying, believe it."

Ruth sobbed softly, not because she felt like crying, but to make an 
impression on the soldier. She knew now why the girls were supposed to 
listen rather than talk. They were being tricked just as she was. She 
continued to cry even though she felt like laughing. The big man 
standing nude at the foot of the bed was furious. He had been double 
crossed and he realized it and there was nothing he could do about it. 
The second soldier Jurgen lay alongside Ruth and clutched at her with 
all his strength. Hans ordered him off the bed and told him to get 
dressed. He then went to the other bed and made that soldier get up and 
prepare to leave also. He looked at Elizabeth with pity in his eyes.

Hans came to where Ruth lay while the other two were standing by the 
door. He spoke to her, softly, saying, I'm sorry. I'll pay someone back 
for this. I'll return shortly before I'm sent out again. I think I may 
have something for you." He touched his fingers to his cap then joined 
the other two and the three of them stepped through the door.



Chapter 6


By the end of the first week in the Kamp East Ruth felt that she had 
broken every rule that had been laid down to her and even a few that 
they had never thought of. She had been amazed by Hans' return to her 
cabin. He had slipped in late that same night and presented her with a 
bag of food coupons. He had laughed at her concern.

"They got stacks of them in a store room. I helped myself to some. You 
need them, I think," he said, then looked longingly at the bed where 
Elizabeth lay. "I been used to slipping into forbidden places." He 
laughed at his own joke and stood hesitantly as though he could not 
decide whether to leave or to stay. It was hours beyond curfew but it 
didn't seem to concern him. "How's she doing?" he asked Ruth.

"Fine. She's talking now at least. It's funny, but I think that having 
a man who was not so cruel helped her to start getting well." Ruth 
paused and reached out and took Hans' strong hand in her soft one. 
Then. "Do you want her, Hans? I don't think she'll mind - not after all 
the coupons."

"Well ... if you're sure ... I'd like to. I have to leave tomorrow," he 
stammered, approaching the bed where Elizabeth lay.

He stood and looked down at the lovely girl. Ruth did also. Then she 
spoke softly to her, saying, "Elizabeth, look what Hans brought us. 
Food coupons. Can he come to bed with you?"

Elizabeth turned her large luminous eyes on Ruth and smiled. For an 
answer she put her hands under her soft white breasts and brought them 
upwards so that the pink nipples stood out hard and strong. She started 
to move her lithe body, squirming her hips and thrusting herself 
upward. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them. Her lovely 
black hair lay all over the pillow.

Ruth glanced at Hans and saw that he was breathing hard through his 
nose, and that he had a large bulge in his trousers. She laughed 
shortly, then said, "I guess that is an answer of sorts. Do you want me 
to join you?"

Hans looked at Ruth as though she were a total stranger. He shook his 
head negatively, then quickly unbuttoned his tunic and removed it. Ruth 
saw the palpitations of his heart on his ribcage and again grinned to 
herself. Hans unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to the floor 
then rid himself of his underwear. He bent over and very swiftly 
removed his shoes. He started slowly to get onto the bed. Elizabeth's 
long white arms almost mechanically encircled his body and she pulled 
him onto her.

Ruth stood by the bed and watched. A thousand things were running 
through her mind and they all concerned the girl under the soldier. She 
couldn't figure her out. Ruth knew beyond doubt that Elizabeth had been 
hurt cruelly in the meadow, so deeply that it had been some kind of a 
psychological shock to her; and, she felt that her previous sexual 
experience had somehow blocked out the first. But for the girl to act 
as she was acting now was beyond Ruth's comprehension. She watched and 
wondered.

Elizabeth accepted Hans' mouth on hers and clamped him down hard upon 
her with her arms. Ruth knew that he had filled her soft mouth with his 
hard tongue and that he was forcing it down deep into her throat. She 
could see the cords of the girl's neck standing out strong in 
acceptance of him.

Hans moved his mouth to the mounds of her large soft breasts and sank 
it hard upon them. Elizabeth groaned, "oh ... ooh ..." softly and 
pulled his head down hard upon her. Her long white legs flew over his 
dark, muscular ones as she continued to moan and pull at his body. Ruth 
saw the nipples of her breasts harden and the mounds of flesh quivered 
under his searching, biting attention. She rubbed the goosebumps on her 
own bare arms and stood rooted to the spot.

Hans moved his month down onto Elizabeth's stomach, kissing the soft 
flesh of her. She moaned with delight and pleasure. She emitted long 
breathy "Ahs ... uhs ... Ooohs," and thrust her stomach upward to his 
hungry face. Hans bit into the flesh above the mound of her soft hair 
covered vagina and she screamed in ecstasy. Her white legs splayed out 
and she thrashed the air with them. He moved his mouth and hot probing 
tongue to her soft thighs and she wallowed in painful delight, Ooohing 
and Ahhing and Oooughing loudly when his tongue played gently about her 
soft pink vaginal lips.

Ruth saw his hard tongue probe at Elizabeth's small opening and she 
watched in fascination. She realized that she was rubbing her own 
thighs with force. She looked at the girl's lovely large breasts, 
crowned by the most beautiful pinkness that she could ever remember 
seeing. She could not stop herself. She moved slowly to her and leaned 
over the bed and gently but firmly took the hard nipple in her mouth.

"Augh ..." Elizabeth moaned softly in surprise when Ruth's mouth 
covered her nipple. Then "Oooh ... ahahah," she groaned as Hans' tongue 
probed deep into her vagina. She pitched and rolled and tried to clasp 
the both of them to her. Her hips moved from side to side and she 
thrust her squirming hips upwards to force the strong relentlessly 
teasing tongue deep into her. She pressed Ruth's head down solidly onto 
her and moved her chest forward as much as she could. Her whole body 
was afire. "Ooooh! Oooh ... Oh, God," she whimpered, thrashing her soft 
body about.

Hans abruptly pushed Ruth away from Elizabeth and then with one 
lightning movement mounted the girl. He pressed himself firmly between 
her open legs and reached his arms under her knees and pushed her 
thighs upwards and back. He raised his middle slightly and Ruth saw his 
long stiff rod make only one glancing thrust before he found his mark 
and pushed his hard rod into Elizabeth's hot, waiting cunt.

"Augh!" she moaned as he shoved into her, then "Ah ... Ah ... Ughhh," 
as he moved his stiff rod deep into her hotness. Ruth saw the muscles 
of his legs cord up and could feel the strength of him and the hardness 
of him in herself. She stood by the bed and watched and continued to 
rub her thighs vigorously. She wasn't even aware of what she was doing.

Ruth saw his bard pole ease out of the little pink slit as the flanges 
of it moved down the full length of his smooth, glistening hardness. 
Hans thrust back into her with all his force and Elizabeth let out a 
soft moan. Ruth saw that her face was covered with sweat which 
glistened and was reflected by the small lamp In the room. Then 
Elizabeth's long white legs moved around the humping, thrusting hips of 
Hans, locking her ankles high up on his back. She groaned and moaned 
and whispered, "Oh, Ooooh, Darlinnng," and met his every hammer into 
her with an upward thrust of her own until they were rocking the whole 
bed.

Ruth knew when Elizabeth had reached the point of bursting. She saw her 
fingers dig into Hans' back and saw her leg muscles tense and pull 
strongly on him. "Uh ... Uh ... Ooooh," she gasped and moved under the 
thrusting poking pounding rod until she came like an animal of the 
wild. She moved her head from side to side and dug her fingernails into 
his back and bucked her hips and flailed her legs and then clasped them 
to his muscled form again and again until she was exhausted.

She managed to bring Hans along with her. He shot a hot stream of semen 
into her that seemed to Ruth to be never ending. She could tell that he 
was coming by the movement of his muscles along his legs and back. He 
crashed and poked into the hot little cunt until he was empty, then lay 
gently on the limp, white body relaxing beneath him.

Ruth once again moved to the bed and ran her hands over Hans' back. He 
turned and smiled his appreciation to her. Ruth did not feel that she 
could any longer control her own desire, all caused and brought to the 
fore by what she had just watched. She pleaded to Hans with her eyes 
and he took note of her need. "Just let me rest a minute," he told her.

Ruth eased her small body down onto the bed and spreading her legs 
crab-like continued to massage her thighs. Hans lazily reached over and 
took her breasts in his hand and rubbed and pulled and massaged her 
nipples with his fingers. Elizabeth made no move beside her.

After what seemed like hours to Ruth Hans withdrew his still hard prick 
from Elizabeth's satiated vagina and moved himself between Ruth's legs. 
She felt the hard rod poke gently at her waiting, already moist hole, 
so she spread her legs apart even wider and raised herself slightly so 
that he could enter her. Hans did so, but gently, moving delicately 
into her, pushing the hot walls of her cunt apart with his stiff 
hardened cock; until he rested full in her tight, quivering little 
belly.

"Ah ... oh ... Ooooh," Ruth moaned and clutched him to herself.

Hans was tired, Ruth soon discovered. He did not move in and out of her 
and she was burning with desire. She tried to thrust upwards to bring 
him to some kind of action but he only smiled at her and stayed deep 
inside her. She told him to turn over on his back. He did so readily. 
She arranged herself over him, her open cunt poised over his hard 
waiting prick, then eased herself down onto him. He put his large hands 
on her shoulders and drew her down until her breasts rested on his 
face. He opened his mouth wide and sucked her throbbing pink nipple 
into it.

Ruth was undergoing pain. She realized that there was always pain 
connected with having a hard cock rammed into her, but she had never 
suspected that it would be painful when she did the guiding and 
directing. She gritted her teeth and sunk herself fully down onto the 
upraised pole and stayed there a few seconds, waiting for the feeling 
that she hoped would come. The fire that was creeping into her breasts 
helped her tremendously. She raised her soft, quivering buttocks slowly 
and could feel the whole hardness of Hans sliding its way out of her. 
Then, for no reason that she could discern, it was there - the feeling, 
the wonderful feeling of heat and desire and promised fulfillment.

She speared herself down onto him again and again with all her 
strength. His strong arms encircled her back then his hands slid to her 
warm soft buttocks. He clasped them firmly and dug his fingers into her 
smooth flesh. She moaned and let him take charge of her movements. She 
ground her hot little pussy down firmly onto his hard prick and felt it 
throb deep within her. She loved the fiery sucking of her breasts. It 
increased all the desire within her until her movements became 
uncontrollable. She forced herself down and up his hard prick over and 
over again until he began to match her every movement with a strong 
upward thrust of his muscled stomach.

Ruth rocked and ground and groaned "Ah ... Ooooh" and speared herself 
onto him until it was there like a bang, until she exploded deep 
within. The hot fluid spread out from her inner depth and covered the 
large head of his prick and brought him to satisfaction again. She let 
herself relax and lay atop him, his still-hard rod ensconced deep into 
her still trembling belly. She rested her forehead on his chin.

"Ruth, I have to go now. We pull out in less than thirty minutes." Hans 
said, moving her gently from him.

Ruth stood and for no reason at all began crying. Her small body heaved 
with sobs. She could see the broken and sick- Elizabeth lying on the 
bed, where the both of them had left her, staring straight into space. 
Through her tears she saw her own hopeless dilemma and she sobbed 
loudly. Hans encircled her with his arms and pulled her gently against 
the rough material of his tunic. "Please, Ruth, don't cry. You have 
about six months to get out of here before the Russian hordes come. You 
can figure out a way to do it, I know. I wish I could help you." He 
rubbed her back gently.

"When will you be back, Hans?" She asked through her sobbing.

"Never. I'm sure I'll not survive. So few do on the Eastern front and 
it has just begun, actually. No. I'll never be back." He was in 
complete control of himself. He spoke slowly and sadly.

Ruth clung to him and tried to think of something to say to console 
him. There was nothing that she could think of that might help him 
because he had convinced her that he would not return. She felt as 
though she were clutching the last bit of sanity to her and when he 
moved away from her she felt a loss whose vastness engulfed her 
entirely. She lay down on the bed alongside Elizabeth and clung to the 
girl fiercely.

"Ruth," Hans said, standing over the bed and smiling down at the two 
girls, "Take care of her - and of yourself. I'll never forget you. 
Never." He wiped a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand then 
turned and walked to the door. He stopped there and smiled crookedly at 
Ruth then waved his hand in farewell before disappearing into the 
blackness of the night.

Ruth held onto the softness of Elizabeth and tried to think. It was 
almost impossible. She realized that she had not one thought in her 
head about how to help herself, let alone look after the girl next to 
her. Her future seemed so bleak and hopeless that she began to cry 
without sounds. Deep in the recesses of her soul she expurged a 
blackness, a void, that had been dormant there. She realized that if 
she were to survive that it would be her own doing, that she alone 
could help herself. She tried to keep command of that thought until she 
fell asleep.



Chapter 7


The days at Kamp East became harder and harder for Ruth. She had to 
look after Elizabeth, at best a full-time job, her days began early at 
roll call. Standing in the cold frosty morning air, she could see dust 
in wave after wave on the horizon. This meant only one thing to Ruth: 
there was another large detachment of soldiers coming to camp. The 
soldiers were either coming from the Eastern Front or heading there.

Ruth had difficulty deciding which was worse - the ones going to war or 
the ones coming back from it. The ones returning were in a sad state: 
they had been starved, frozen, beaten and at times some of their 
friends had been murdered by their own troops, the hated SS. They were 
missing eyes, limbs, and other parts of their bodies. They brought back 
tales of the Eastern Front that would have been impossible for her to 
believe if she had not heard them repeatedly from the original sources.

The ones coming from the FATHERLAND were just as bad, however. Ruth 
supposed that they did manage to talk to and socialize with the 
soldiers who were returning although she knew that the powers in charge 
tried to prevent such social intercourse. They were so shaken mentally 
by the appearance of those returning that they were often as depraved 
as the others. Fear of the unknown was disabling to many of them.

Ruth had to deal with both groups and she never hesitated to help her 
own cause along. She passed on the tales of horror to those going to 
the Eastern Front and made up a few of her own for those returning from 
there. She rather enjoyed doing this and felt that she was in some 
small measure getting her revenge upon the whole of Germany.

The food supply at the Kamp became less and less plentiful. The 
vehicles were used for the transport of men, not supplies. It required 
five coupons a day for Ruth's meals, which were actually insufficient 
for survival, and also five for Elizabeth. Ruth hit upon a plan shortly 
after Hans left, about three months after, when the coupons he had left 
began to run out.

She decided to devote herself entirely to looking after Elizabeth. As 
sick as the girl was she was the only thing in the world for whom Ruth 
felt love. So she permitted Elizabeth to earn the major amount of their 
food coupons. It was a simple plan, actually, that Ruth had worked out.

Ruth knew that she was aging. She often looked at herself in the mirror 
and saw reflected there a grown woman, not a child of seventeen. It 
never failed to startle her when she saw herself. The first time she 
had cried. The second time she had shrugged it off and smiled at her 
reflection. She realized that her mental process had grown amazingly 
beyond her physical age. All the romantic notions had long since fled 
from her mind. She was concerned with day to day survival for herself 
and for Elizabeth. And, she thought, she often had to act as mother for 
men much older than she.

Ruth would often answer the door and receive clients at the rate of ten 
a day. Never did a single soldier come. Two or three soldiers would 
arrive there with yellow coupons clasped firmly in their grip. She 
would take the coupons from their dirty hands, then put them carefully 
away so that they would not be able to steal them back. Then she would 
direct them to Elizabeth's bed, often she had misgivings about her 
"Plan." It made her feel guilty but she could not decide of another way 
out of their dilemma.

When Ruth would feel guilty about what she was doing, she had only to 
remind herself that Elizabeth seemed near death half the time and the 
only time she was alive was when she had a man with her. Ruth had to 
lead her from one place to another, had to force her to eat and do 
other things to keep herself clean. It was only when Elizabeth was 
being fucked that she was happy. Then she was alive. Then she was 
happy. Then she would smile. Her white arms and legs would encircle 
some dirty, battle-worn soldier and she would pull forcefully at him as 
though she were trying to draw the whole of him into herself.

Ruth did not kid herself for a moment. The very word psychology would 
have had little meaning for her. But she knew that whatever was wrong 
with Elizabeth was partially the girl's own doing. She felt that the 
girl was purposely blocking out the horror of things about her. And she 
knew that her managing of their affairs somehow saved Elizabeth. The 
girl did become happy and alive every day - sometimes several times a 
day - and even if momentarily she did return to the world of the 
living.

The Frau Direktor who took roll each morning and who each day added a 
new rule for the girls to follow to the ever-growing list, disappeared. 
One day she was there bellowing at the girls; the next day she was 
gone. There was a big scandal in the Kamp about her but Ruth was never 
able to learn the complete truth. They were promised a new Direktor.

Ruth had laughed shortly to herself when it had been announced to them 
that they would get a new Direktor. It mattered not to her whether 
there was an old one, a new one or none at all. The number of girls had 
not been increased but the number of arrivals of soldiers had increased 
ten fold. Ruth had to work for herself and manage for Elizabeth and 
still she was getting just enough food to keep the two of them alive. 
So the fact that a new Direktor was to be installed was completely 
immaterial to her.

One morning, however, she awoke abruptly to the scream of loudspeakers 
calling the girls to roll call. She dressed hurriedly and dragged her 
tired body to her appointed position. She was shocked to see Nurse 
Hilde Schmidt standing on the raised platform! Nurse Hilde introduced 
herself as the new Direktor and then glanced coldly over at Ruth. Ruth 
shuddered to the very core of her being. She knew that Nurse Hilde 
hated her. Although it seemed to Ruth now like years ago, she thought 
back to their arrival and wondered what had happened to the Nurse 
because of her own defiance (Ruth's) of the Kapitan on their arrival.

Ruth hugged her arms to her body to regain control of herself. She did 
not want the new Direktor to feel that she could take advantage of her 
in anyway. Ruth was relieved to hear the words of dismissal. She was 
still trembling. She bit her tongue hard to make herself stop. She 
returned to the cabin where she had left the naked Elizabeth sandwiched 
happily between two soldiers. She felt that her long ago worked out 
plan was on the verge of crumbling.

Since the girls were not allowed to work after two o'clock in the 
morning, and since Elizabeth was never expected to fall out for roll 
call, Ruth had spread the word among the soldiers that Elizabeth would 
be available in the mornings during that time. She didn't know how the 
soldiers managed but at least one would always arrange to be there with 
his coupon. That meant an extra roll to be shared by the two girls. And 
at times two of them would show up. Ruth figured that she was doing 
well even though she was breaking the rules.

This particular morning, however, she had not acted too wisely by 
admitting them. She stopped at the door of her cabin and saw Nurse 
Hilde headed full steam in her direction. She flew into the cabin and 
pounded at the soldier on top of Elizabeth. Ruth begged him to leave 
off. She cried, saying, "Please! Please! I know the new Direktor. 
She'll make trouble for all of us. Oh, God, Please!"

But the soldier increased his punching into Elizabeth's squirming 
little cunt until he came, growling "Aaaah ..." as he did so. He 
withdrew immediately and dressed rapidly. Just as his feet disappeared 
through the small window that opened on the opposite side of the 
building, the door flew open and there stood the new Direktor, Nurse 
Hilde Schmidt.

Ruth's mind suddenly became active. She remembered with clarity the 
scene in the meadow with the big truck driver smashing into Elizabeth 
and the Nurse's grip on the poor girl's legs. She hated her all over 
again. The memory of Kurt leaving for the Eastern Front caused her hate 
to increase. She looked at Nurse Hilde as though she wanted to vomit at 
the sight of her.

"Yes?" Ruth asked her adversary.

"I am the new Direktor here. I am going to see that you are punished 
for your actions against me over a year ago. I have suffered because of 
you," Nurse Hilde barked.

"Thank you," Ruth replied coldly.

Hilde put her hands on her full hips and looked around the room. Her 
eyes bulged out of their sockets when she looked at the bed where 
Elizabeth lay. "What's wrong with her?" she demanded.

"You ought to know!" Ruth answered bitterly, "She's been that way ever 
since you made her go into the meadow with the truck driver."

The nurse turned on Ruth with undisguised anger. "You little slut!" She 
screamed. "How dare you accuse me of any misdoing. That was all settled 
months ago. Months! But there is one thing I would like to know, 
Jewish, slut," she continued, her face red with anger, "I was bustled 
out of this Kamp before I could get settled in and I know you had 
something to do with it. You are a Jewish bitch!"

Ruth grinned. "Yes. You may well believe that I had something to do 
with it. A great deal. But you must believe this also - I had nothing 
to do with getting you back here.

"That's another thing!" The new Direktor shouted, losing all control of 
herself. "To be sent to this damned place. We'll all be killed here. I 
know it!"

"Don't tell me your troubles, Nurse. Pardon me, Fraulein Direktor, I 
have enough of my own."

"Don't think you are getting off this easy, slut. You'll pay for all 
the trouble you've caused me. Jewish slut!" she screamed, then banged 
out the door.

Ruth sighed and accepted the empty feeling with resignation. She sat on 
her bed and put her head in her hands and tried to cry. She couldn't. 
All feeling seemed to have fled from her. She arose presently and began 
lethargically to straighten up the cabin. She spoke to Elizabeth not 
knowing if the girl heard or not. "Well, Elizabeth, we've got to do 
something. Our time has run out, I looked during roll call and on the 
way to get food and there is no way to escape. There is nowhere to go. 
I don't even know where we are. I don't. You lie there and you don't 
talk to me, usually. And when you do talk what you say doesn't make 
sense. But, I love you, Elizabeth." She glanced at the girl on the bed. 
Her empty eyes stared straight at the ceiling.

Ruth walked to the bed and took the girl's soft white hand in hers. 
"Elizabeth, the time has come. You must help me - us. We have to do 
something. We must get out of here. That Nurse. She'll kill us both. 
She hates us. She'll do anything to get even with us because of Kurt. 
Anything." Ruth let her hand drop back to the bed. She went to her own 
bed and flung herself upon it. Then she cried. She cried for a long 
time, the first time in months. It all seemed so hopeless to her.

A week later at morning assembly Ruth was singled out and told to step 
forward by the Direktor. She did so, her knees shaking, her legs weak 
from fear. She was preparing herself for a battle until three other 
girls were summoned also. She sighed audibly with relief when she heard 
them called. She stood in front of the large Direktor and waited.

"You!" The Nurse bellowed with scorn. "You have been selected to go to 
another Kamp one week from today."

Ruth gasped. She involuntarily raised her hand to her heart. Her 
thoughts were entirely on Elizabeth.

"Do not move when I speak to you, slut!" the Direktor screamed.

"But what about Elizabeth?" Ruth demanded.

"What about her?" The large woman screamed.

"You are going only for one or two nights."

She leered at Ruth. "It is an SS retreat. They need some girls for 
relaxation. They are returning from the front. They will not accept 
Jewish girls but you do not look as Jewish as some girls do." She 
smiled bitterly.

Ruth thought she would faint. She had heard so many stories about the 
SS and particularly about their treatment of the Jews. She shuddered. 
She looked at the Nurse and saw her smile cruelly at her before she 
descended from the platform and turned on her heels and left. Ruth 
returned to the cabin.

She needed to think, she told herself. So much she had heard about the 
SS. They were built up in her mind to be super human, without the 
emotions that usually anchored the rest of mankind to their fellow men. 
They were untouchable and unreachable. They were robots in her 
thinking. She didn't know how she would ever manage to face one of them 
or several of them. She felt that her time was over, that it had ran 
out. She wanted to think of something she had accomplished in her 
seventeen years of living, but there seemed to be nothing. The most she 
could say of it was that it was a full life. Now, she felt as though 
they were standing on the precipice of an endless void.

Ruth sat for some minutes lifeless-like, immobile, her thoughts 
bouncing around her head without taking firm shape. She had never felt 
so helpless in her life. She was shocked out of her silence by a loud 
knock on the door. She expected to find a soldier but instead the 
Direktor was there. She smirked at Ruth and said, "I forgot to tell 
you. You are not to engage in ... 'work'... for the next week. You must 
prepare yourself for the SS. You are not supposed to be a 'used' girl. 
I have brought you food coupons for a week." She held out the bits of 
yellow paper to Ruth, then turned on her heels and left. Ruth slammed 
the door after her and said her first swear word, "Bitch!" She 
murmured.



Chapter 8


Before Ruth left for the SS Kamp she was given new clothes. She could 
hardly believe it. She had not worn anything but the regulation dress, 
which was not at all becoming to her, since arriving at Kamp East. Upon 
receiving the dress she fondled it for a long time. It felt to her like 
silk, which it wasn't. She was also given a pair of high heel shoes, 
the first pair she had ever possessed. She practiced walking in them in 
the seclusion of her own cabin. The most unbelievable thing to Ruth 
however, was that she was allowed to apply make-up to her face.

The Frau Direktor, Hilde, instructed the girls in the use of the 
cosmetics. That would have been distressing enough to Ruth but the idea 
of the new clothes, new high heel shoes and make-up was almost 
disabling to her. She was quick of mind, however, and she knew enough 
to know instantly that Nurse Hilde was trying to make her look like a 
clown rather than a woman of the world. She did as the nurse told her, 
however, and decided that once out of the range of her supervision, she 
would change it all.

Ruth was cautioned again and again that she was not to reveal the fact 
that she was Jewish. Each time Ruth would look coldly at Nurse Hilde 
feeling as though she wanted to kill her. But she held her tongue and 
let herself be instructed. She knew that she would one day be able to 
even the score between herself and Nurse, Direktor, Hilde. She wasn't 
sure how, but she was determined that she would never miss a chance nor 
an opportunity that should present itself.

Ruth was extremely nervous as the day of departure came. She had on her 
new clothes and she was able to walk somewhat sedately in her new 
heels; she planned to change the make-up during the journey. She did 
just that as she thought over the myriad instructions, which sometimes 
had been nervously given them by Hilde. They were under no condition to 
let the knowledge of their present employment slip out. They were, they 
had been told, catering to the most exclusive bunch of soldiers of the 
German Fatherland. The SS did not expect to have prostitutes and would 
be driven to no one knew what if they should find out that the four 
girls were plain Kamp Frauleins.

Hilde had told them over and over, "It is a sickness that you Jewish 
sluts should be passed off on the SS as genuine and pure German 
womanhood. But we are at war! War! We all must make sacrifices and so 
must they. Do not forget that you are to be with the cream of the Aryan 
race!"


Ruth had heard the words so many times that she knew them by heart. She 
let off thinking and reviewing them in her mind and permitted herself 
to enjoy the ride in the car. The country side slipped by easily. She 
enjoyed the fresh air and the scenery since it was uncluttered by the 
uniforms of the soldiers. She glanced out the window and caught a quick 
view of a meadow full of fog. For some reason, it reminded her of 
Elizabeth.


She had made friends with another girl and made her promise to look 
after Elizabeth. She had also told the girl what she did about earning 
extra food coupons. Her mind was at ease about Elizabeth and she 
couldn't figure out just why she had suddenly thought of her. Then it 
came to her. The fog in the meadow reminded her of Elizabeth's mind. 
There were clear patches in the meadow where the wind had blown the fog 
away; there were, at rare times, clear thoughts that Elizabeth managed 
to speak. The fog obscured all that lay under it; so did the conscious 
thoughts of Elizabeth obscure her inner thoughts.


Ruth smiled at her analogy and sank back into the softness of the car 
seat and decided that she had done all that was humanly possible for 
her to do for the girl. She was certain that she would be all right. 
She smiled, pleased with herself, then folded her hands in her lap as 
she had been taught to do, at school.

Ruth's reverie was interrupted by the slowing of the automobile. She 
peered out the window and saw that they were approaching something that 
looked like a castle. The chauffeur directed the car through a heavily 
guarded gate onto a driveway that curved up to the door of the large 
house. Ruth breathed deeply and heavily to calm her agitated nerves. 
She wanted to make an entrance that would stay in the memory of 
whomever might be watching.

The driver stopped the car in front of the formidable door and a 
soldier sprang to attention. He jerked open the car door. He reached 
out his hand to help Ruth out of the car. She drew back automatically 
from the outstretched hand then giggled at her own fears. She placed 
her hand on his arm, at the wrist, and stepped lightly out of the car. 
She breathed deeply of the pine-scented air then started up the steps.

The door was jerked upon abruptly and she was ushered inside as though 
she were a queen. She looked in wide-eyed astonishment at the beauty of 
the place. It certainly didn't seem to her to be a camp for soldiers in 
any sense of the word. She loved the feel of the almost forgotten 
softness of rugs under her feet, the elaborate furnishings of the long 
corridor and even the carving of the door leading into the main salon. 
She decided before she was through the door that her time spent would 
not be a total waste. At least she might live in human surroundings 
again, even if she did have to work for it.

Once inside the main salon she was introduced to the other people there 
as Anna, the name she had had to select in preference to her Jewish 
one. She was handed a glass of champagne before the introductions were 
finished. It was her first taste of the bubbling stuff. She liked it. 
She drank it down in two swallows and was rewarded by a dizziness that 
she might have really enjoyed under different circumstances. But she 
forced herself to remember her purpose for being there. The thought did 
not delete from her enjoyment of just sitting and enjoying a drink like 
a civilized human being.

A soldier-servant came with a bottle of champagne and refilled Ruth's 
glass. She permitted him to do so. Then she got up and walked about the 
room, glass in hand, taking small sips from it. She marveled at the 
paintings, the tapestries, the heavy furniture and the ornaments of 
past-pleasures of long dead people. She knew enough about painting to 
know that they were for the most part French. She realized that the 
ivory-eggs and snuff boxes which were in such abundance on the table 
tops, had to have come from Russia. She placed her small hand on the 
surface of a snuff box and enjoyed the coolness of it.

She picked up a small ivory egg and held it in her hand, dazed at the 
minute detail of it. Some one spoke to her. She jumped, almost dropping 
the small treasure. "Please, Fraulein, do not break it. Many men have 
died to have that here for your pleasure." He laughed, taking the egg 
from her and placing it back on the table. "Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes. Very much. It is very lovely," Ruth replied, trying to smile.

"Your name, Fraulein?"

"Uh ... Anna."

"You are beautiful, Fraulein Anna. So much more beautiful than the 
egg." He laughed easily. "You are what all German girls should be. It 
is you and others like you that must bear and rear the children of the 
future. You are truly lovely."

Ruth smiled crookedly at him. She had the impulse to ask him to write 
down what he had just said and sign it so that she could carry it back 
to Direktor Hilde.

"I want to be the first with you, Fraulein. You are a virgin, are you 
not?"

"Ha!" Ruth laughed, then caught herself. "Yes. You are so right, 
Lieutenant."

"I am Herr Lieutenant Staedt, Fraulein," he said, clicking his heels. 
"You may call me Wilhelm."

Ruth smiled. She liked him. He was very handsome in his uniform and its 
blackness gave emphasis to his pale gray eyes. She could discern 
nothing about him to indicate a cruel nature so she wrinkled her nose 
at him and permitted him to escort her to dinner. She was laughing 
inwardly because of the two things: first, he seemed to be younger than 
she although he had a good six years on her; secondly, the idea of her 
being a virgin appealed to her sense of humor.

Ruth found the food delightful. She liked the table, the uniforms of 
the SS, the chandelier that sparkled above the table and the beautiful 
dresses of the other girls. It was then she suddenly realized that she 
felt better than she had in over a year. She wanted to store all the 
images that she could in her mind so that she could drag them forth 
when she returned to KampEast. She knew she would need them. She smiled 
over the rim of her wine glass to all and sundry.

After the dinner of venison everyone returned to the salon. A small rug 
had been removed to make a place for dancing. Ruth's heart leaped with 
joy when she realized that there would be dancing. It immediately sank 
with despair when she recalled that she had never danced, not once in 
her life.

The music started and the Herr Lieutenant clicked his heels and reached 
for her hand and asked her to dance. Ruth stumbled toward the floor, 
which now seemed like a pit of despair to her, and let herself be 
enfolded into his arms. He crushed her softness to him and within a 
matter of seconds Ruth felt a pole like hardness pressing against her 
belly. She forgot to worry about dancing.

The lieutenant smiled and talked to her as he worked his loins against 
her. She giggled. The wine that she had consumed before and during 
dinner had caught up to her. Before the second dance had ended the 
lieutenant spoke.

"Come, Fraulein. We go upstairs now." His voice was deep and hoarse.

Ruth smiled up at him and let herself be led out of the room and up the 
stairs. She knew it was silly, but she hoped that she was not the first 
girl to be taken up the long staircase. She reminded herself that all 
the girls there were there for the same purpose. And, even if she had 
been an unknown to those she met for the first time today, there were 
at least three others that knew all about her. But she failed to 
explain to herself why she felt as she did, why she had suddenly 
developed the sense of propriety that she had. She guessed that it had 
been the total evening, the gowns of the women, the handsome uniforms 
of the men, the politeness shown to her by the lieutenant and many 
other things. All of it was such a break in her monotonous routine.

Before Ruth could examine her feelings to satisfaction she found 
herself in a large bedroom. The Herr Lieutenant dropped her hand as 
soon as they entered the room. He went to a large armoire and selected 
a robe. He held it out to Ruth and said, "Undress and put this on. 
Leave your things here. Come down the hall to the third door on the 
left." He grabbed her roughly to him and kissed her, then just as 
abruptly pulled away from Ruth and left the room.

Ruth turned to look at the large bed. There were girl's clothes 
scattered all over it. She smiled with satisfaction. She was not the 
first.

Ruth took off the beautiful clothes that she had on very slowly. She 
was reluctant to do so because she had enjoyed wearing them to the 
fullest. But she did so, slowly, folding each garment with care. She 
stacked the entire ensemble neatly and placed her new shoes alongside 
the small stack of other clothes. She straightened and looked slowly 
about the room. Her glance was riveted to a small object that she had 
forgotten existed - a lady's evening bag.


With trembling hands Ruth opened the purse. She rummaged inside it, not 
with a preconceived idea of theft, but one of exploration. She withdrew 
a small billfold that contained papers. Her excitement knew no bounds. 
She pulled the papers from the leather pockets of the billfold and 
looked through them quickly. The picture of the girl bore an amazing 
resemblance to herself. The papers certified that the girl pictured 
there was a pure-breed, unflawed, Aryan German girl. She almost wept 
with joy. Ruth knew beyond doubt that she would leave the SS Kamp with 
those papers. How she would manage It she didn't know, but she was 
certain that they would help her escape the horror that had become the 
hell of her life.

For now, she replaced the papers and closed the small purse with a 
snap. She opened the door to the hall and stepped through it. Then she 
headed for the third door on the left.

She tapped gently at the door and then entered. The Herr Lieutenant was 
standing with his back to her gazing out the large window. He did not 
turn around. She approached him and said softly, "Herr Lieutenant?"

He turned abruptly and looked quizzically at her. Her eyes met his and 
she shuddered. Ruth would never have been able to explain what she saw 
in the depths of his eyes, but they contained everything frightening in 
the world to her. His eyes were flat and cold gray. She knew 
immediately that they had seen horrors on earth that could not possibly 
exist in Hell. She wanted to cry out and flee from him, to run until 
she forgot for all time what she had seen in his eyes, but that was 
impossible. Instead she swallowed loudly and said, "Lieutenant, what 
were you thinking about?"

"Ah, you have asked a formidable question, Fraulein. Most formidable. I 
am the much decorated Herr Lieutenant Staedt. You caught me remembering 
how I earned a couple of my decorations. Anna," he cried, clutching 
Ruth's small body to him. "I pray that a decent German girl like you 
will never know of the horror of war, the bestiality of it." He 
breathed deeply and pushed her to his arms length and continued, "But 
we must do it for the Fatherland. Ya. That is so. We return almost to 
German soil to plant our seed in a flower such as you and hope that it 
will grow to bursting and come roaring out of your stomach a gusty male 
so that he can one day replace me and plant a seed of his own." He 
smiled at her and once again pulled her to him.


Ruth felt his body trembling against hers and wondered why it was so. 
He seemed so strong and sure of himself and then suddenly he was a 
little boy holding on to her for safety. She ran her hands down the 
broad expanse of his back and patted him gently at the waist. She 
tilted her head back to look at him and he covered her mouth with his.


Ruth accepted the lieutenant's burning lips with her own and enjoyed 
the feeling. She could not figure out the mood he was in because as 
strong as his body was its trembling was very pronounced against hers. 
It had not seemed to be so before. He abruptly shoved his tongue deep 
into her mouth, blocking whatever speculation she might have made. She 
tried to draw back from the unexpected, but to no avail. He rammed his 
tongue over hers and continued deep into her throat. Then, just as 
swiftly as he had kissed her, he stopped and tilted her head back. He 
looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Fraulein. I forgot myself." He searched her face, then 
said, "Let's get into bed."

Ruth walked to the large bed and stood mutely by it. He ordered her to 
take off her robe. She did so. She laid it carefully over the back of a 
chair. She turned, then, and looked at the Lieutenant. He stared back 
at her in turn. His eyes still had the flat cold look that she had 
noticed before. She mustered her strength and dropped her eyes to his 
chest and smiled.

"Come here, Michen," he said, his voice hoarse.

She stopped one foot in front of him. "You are to undress me," he told 
her.

She glanced at him shyly, "Well ... all right. You'll have to show me 
how."

"You will learn as you go along. Start with the top button of the 
tunic." He spoke in a dispassionate voice.

She reached out her small hands to the top button of his tunic and 
undid it as gently as she could. She prayed that he would not know how 
frightened she was.

"STOP TREMBLING, FRAULEIN!" he shouted.

She stopped trembling. Her nerves froze. In a daze her fingers worked 
at the other buttons until his tunic was completely open. She stepped 
behind him and stood on tiptoe and removed his tunic. She folded it 
carefully and placed it on a chair. She then returned to him and 
removed his undershirt. He offered neither help nor resistance. She 
placed herself in front of the Lieutenant again and said, "Your boots?"

He did not answer. He strode to the bed and sat down upon it. He lifted 
up his right leg. Ruth took the boot by heel and toe and tugged with 
all her strength. It didn't budge. She tried harder. She felt his foot 
move inside the boot. It came off with a big SWOOSH. Ruth toppled onto 
the floor on her back. He howled with laughter. She stood up. He held 
out his left leg. The same procedure occurred again. She decided that 
she would not let it bother her.

She placed the boots one alongside the other then removed his socks and 
draped them over the boot tops. He stood up as she turned around and 
said, "Now the trousers."

With trembling fingers Ruth uncinched his belt, then unbuttoned his 
trousers. She felt the hardness of his penis but refused to look at it. 
She folded his trousers and placed them on the chair with his tunic. 
"Now the underwear," he told her, gazing off into the distance.

The material of his underpants was a shock to Ruth - they were pure 
silk. She closed her mouth when she realized it was open, then started 
to comment on his undies. She thought better of it, however. She 
slipped them off his slim hips and over his feet and stood dumbly 
rubbing the material between her fingers. She loved the feel of it. 
"Hurry!" He ordered her, breaking her reverie.

She placed the shorts on the chair with his other garments and turned 
to him. He was looking at her with his peculiar stare. That sent 
shudders throughout her small body. She realized that all the games 
were over. Her eyes stared in fascination at his crotch where the 
biggest, longest prick she had ever seen stood straight out from his 
body. She gasped involuntarily. He laughed brutally, then said, "Come 
here."

She went to him, her eyes fastened to the hard pole standing out at the 
base of his stomach, her arms folded demurely over her breasts.

"Fraulein, look at a real German. He indicated his hard purple headed 
cock. "Put your mouth on it."

Ruth hesitated. She wondered insanely if he would expect a virgin to do 
that. Before she could decide he grabbed her roughly and shoved her 
mouth down onto the hardness of his prick, straight down over the large 
head, on and on without stopping. She felt as though her jaws were 
being split apart.

She tried to resist but she was no match for his strength. He roughly 
pulled her mouth up, then pressed down hard, shoving his long cock down 
her throat. She thought she would suffocate. It seemed impossible to 
breath. He abruptly raised her head so that his prick was free of her 
mouth. She gasped in a long gulp of air before he forced her mouth back 
over his hardness.

At first, Ruth detested the large, pulsating hardness of him in her 
mouth. Then slowly the smooth, throbbing head of it began to excite 
her. He continued to move her head up and down the total length of his 
stiffened rod. He didn't seem to be excited by either her action or his 
own. It seemed to Ruth that he was totally disconnected from the whole 
scene.

Suddenly he pulled her head up taking her mouth completely away from 
his prick. He threw her down onto the bed. His actions had been so 
swift that they left Ruth in a state of near-shock. She Jay flat on her 
back on the bed. The pain that he had inflicted on her mouth and throat 
with his huge pole began to relent. Without warning he was on top of 
her. He roughly spread her legs, placing his palms flat against the 
underside of her knees. He pressed her legs back, causing her thigh 
muscles to throb with pain. She cried out but he only laughed at her.

Ruth saw him poise his hardened prick an inch or so away from the lips 
of her vagina. She knew what he had in mind. She closed her eyes and 
bit down forcefully on her lips and hoped she wouldn't scream.

With one large lunge he rammed his hot, hard prick fully into her tight 
open pussy. She was not ready for him. His prick was bigger than that 
of any man she had ever met. "Aaagh ..." she screamed in agony as the 
brick hardness of him rammed its way between the soft, yielding walls 
of her vagina. She felt as though her insides were on fire but he 
rammed on and on until his large headed prick was jabbing at her very 
core.

"Aaagh ... Ooooh," Ruth moaned as tears burst from between her tightly 
clenched eye lids and spilled over her checks. She tried to move away 
from him but it was hopeless. He had her firmly speared on his hard 
lust-thickened rod.

He began a slow withdrawal which in her tightness even seemed to be 
painful for him. "Oh Oooh ... Ooooh," Ruth moaned.

"Uh, uh, uh." He panted, almost in unison with her groans of helpless 
passion. Having drawn a good half of his cock out of her tight 
pulsating little cunt, he tightened his pressure on her legs and 
bunched up the muscles in his thighs and rammed forcefully back into 
her.

"Aaagh ..." Ruth screamed in spite of her desire not to admit that he 
was hurting her. His hard, fleshy pole had careened into her like a 
log, seeming to tear her soft inner flesh. Long after it was all the 
way there, full up to the very top of her, he spoke.

"This is what I came home for!" He shouted, then pulled his hard prick 
out of her. He did not hesitate before shoving it in hard again, all 
the way and shouted, "And this is what I will have when I am here!" He 
ground down once forcefully, yelled, "SLUT!" He then reared out of the 
tightness of Ruth and plunged back and screamed, "CUNT! BITCH!" He 
rammed and plunged and continued to scream and yell, seeming to want to 
defile her with his hard driving prick and his brutal obscene words at 
the same time.

Ruth's pain was almost unbearable. Yet, much in surprise to her, her 
own desire began to build and strangely they seemed to be helped along 
by his vile words. She raised her hips every so slightly and met his 
onrushing thrust into her. He pounded and slammed into her and screamed 
"S ... L ... U ... T" in time with his inward plunge, then a breathy 
gasping "H ... A ... R ... L ... OOO ... T" as he withdrew from her.

Ruth began to groan and moan with pleasure under his hammering and 
pounding. Her desires peaked suddenly and the lieutenant released his 
hold on her legs and hissed for her to wrap them around his back. She 
complied. He brought his strong hands onto the soft quivering mounds of 
her upturned buttocks and dug his fingers cruelly into her smooth 
rounded flesh. Ruth tried to twist her hips away from the torture of 
his fingers, but she couldn't. Her every effort only seemed to increase 
his pounding and punching his prick between her wide spread legs. He 
tore viciously at the soft resilient mounds cupped in his hands, 
pulling them apart like a maniac as his balls slapped in them, then 
squeezing them together again as he withdrew.

Then, without warning the Lieutenant began to moan with ecstasy. "Aaagh 
... ai ... ai ..." he roared. Before he had made the complete sound, 
Ruth's body was jolted from within and she wanted to come with him, to 
enter the world of sheer pleasure and animal lust that was now so well 
known to her.

She responded in a loud moan, matching his "Aaagh's" with soft purring 
"Oh, oh, oh, oh's," of her own. Then they began a wild matched rhythm 
of flesh smacking against flesh, the Lieutenant pounding and punching 
away at her, squeezing her buttocks into numbness as he did so.

Ruth's hands flew to his neck and across his back and she tightened her 
legs around his hips. Then, just as an automobile's gears are shifted 
and the car begins to run more smoothly so did their rhythm increase 
and become a perfection of movement. He began to jab shortly and 
quickly into her, roaring with pleasure each time. He threw back his 
head and screamed as though he were in excruciating pain, strangely 
bringing Ruth's orgasm shooting from deep in the center of her 
trembling belly and erupting warmly against the large throbbing head of 
his deep imbedded cock. She moved her hips from side to side with a 
wild salacious fervor until the Lieutenant had spewed his thick, white 
sperm hotly into the desperately sucking core of her pulsating little 
cunt. He groaned shortly and collapsed on top of her, his prick staying 
hot and hard inside her.

Ruth was afraid to move to make herself more comfortable. He didn't say 
anything, just lay on top of her. She had not expected to enjoy the act 
after he had so crudely plunged into her, but she had and now she 
feared that he would know how much she had enjoyed it and that he would 
make her suffer for that pleasure. So she remained silent with his 
hard, hot cock pulsating against the still throbbing walls of her 
vagina.

"So, Fraulein," he said after a few minutes, "You are not a virgin 
after all, hey?"

"I ... WASN'T?" Ruth asked.

"Ha!" he laughed. "No, fraulein, you wasn't! But it doesn't matter. I 
don't expect one could find a virgin in all of Germany over nine years 
of age."

He moved his hips slightly and rammed more fully into her. He raised 
his head and his cold, grey eyes sought hers. "Fraulein," he said, "How 
does this bit of German Manhood feel to you?" He moved his hips from 
side to side to emphasize his question.

"Ooooh ..." Ruth groaned her answer.

"So you like it, huh? Tell me you like it, Bitch," he growled, then 
forced his mouth onto hers and bit her lips.

Ruth cried out in pain. That seemed to turn him on again. Like 
lightening he was on his knees again, had hoisted her legs into the 
air, then rammed into her solidly, all his weight behind the thrust of 
his hard prick. Ruth's white legs splayed apart and threshed the air 
helplessly, the whole of her loins open helplessly before him.

He jotted and rocked and pounded into her with all his strength, his 
stroke short and swift. It was only seconds before he screamed a 
profanity and rammed his hard prick into the core of her and spewed his 
hot semen again into her. Her position became more and more 
uncomfortable. His prick had not softened one bit after his first 
rousing shot into her, nor after his second. Yet he was panting from 
exhaustion.

After some minutes he withdrew his huge, pulsating prick from her tight 
little cunt and rolled over onto his back. He put his hands behind his 
head and stared at the ceiling. His pole stood straight up, bard and 
stiff, from his body. The large purple head glistened with moisture 
from their combined orgasm. Then he began to talk. Ruth simply lay 
quietly by his side, not touching him, and listened. Her stretched 
little vagina throbbed and pained her from the immensity of his size.

"So. You were supposed to be a virgin, Fraulein! Ha! Don't worry about 
it, though. I know you were told to tell me that. It matters not. I do 
not care. We are told so many things and they always turn out to be 
different from what we are expecting. So. But, cest la guerre."

Ruth did not answer because she felt that he did not want an answer. 
She was right. She heard him swallow and she knew that he was running 
his tongue over his lips. Suddenly he sat up and supported his head on 
his hand. He looked at her.

"You have a beautiful body, Fraulein, Beautiful. We'll make it not so 
beautiful. Get me a cigarettes He ordered her.

Ruth went to the table, lighted a cigarette, and returned to the bed. 
He put it in his mouth and took a deep drag. "Good. Now you may get 
back on the bed," he told her.

Ruth crawled back into the bed. She eased her trembling body alongside 
his and wondered what was in store for her. She swore at herself for 
trembling, but she didn't seem to be able to control it. She stared at 
the ceiling and clinched her teeth together.

The Lieutenant smoked about half the cigarette. He then ordered Ruth to 
mount him. She got on her knees. She realized that because of his extra 
long, thick prick, she would have to half-way stand over him. She 
managed. She placed her wide-spread loins over the top of his ever-hard 
prick, then she looked to him for further instructions. She feared that 
one false move on her part would set off his cruel nature and she was 
the only one who would suffer from it.

"Sit down on it!" He told her.

Ruth tried. She pressed her soft cuntal lips against the smooth, 
rubbery head of his large prick but she couldn't seem to force it to 
move into her. She tried harder, letting the whole of her weight bear 
down upon it. Then, with a wet sluicing sound, the large soft head 
slipped into her and pain seared her vagina and spread out to her 
thighs.

He grabbed her hips with his hands and forced her down fully onto him. 
"Oh ... oh ... Oooh ..." Ruth moaned as his hard cock snaked into her 
tightness. She felt again as though she were being split apart. "Fuck 
up and down with your ass!" he screamed at her before she could adjust 
to the pain.

He pressed the lighted cigarette into the soft straining mounds of her 
buttocks and she moved. He smiled cruelly. "FASTER!" he screamed at 
her, holding the fire within an inch of her soft white flesh.

Ruth moved. She leaped upward with the touch of the cigarette, 
forgetting for a moment the pain that assaulted her cunt. She had only 
a split second to start back down the long length of his bard, 
glistening pole before he burned her again. She moved as fast as she 
could.

Then, without warning to her as it had been with Kurt before, she began 
to appreciate the torture of his hard driving pole tearing wetly into 
her suddenly hungry little cunt and the searing pain of the cigarette 
fire threatening at her soft mounds. When she was moving at a rhythm 
that pleased him, he flipped the cigarette into an ashtray. He grabbed 
her buttocks and pried them apart and shoved his finger deep into the 
smooth, rubbery recesses of her tiny, puckered anus. Ruth screamed from 
the pain it caused her, but she did not stop her movement nor slow 
them. She continued to pump hungrily up and down his long hard cock. 
Then it was there for her again, the desire welling up inside her, 
preparing to spill forth. Her desire overwhelmed her. She threw her 
head back and with her mouth wide agape moved her young body as 
forcefully as she could until she came, erupting in blinding spasms of 
lewd, salacious pleasure. Then, she slowly but jerkily stopped her 
movements, her breath coming in long low gasps of satiated feeling.

He laughed bitterly, He slammed into her abruptly, continuing his 
upward thrust with his body, then grabbed her and flipped her onto her 
back and pounded and pumped into her and ground deep and forcefully 
until he shot his hot semen again into the still quivering depths of 
her belly. He withdrew his prick from her cunt immediately.

"That's all, Fraulein. I shall not wish you again while you are here. 
You may return to the room where you left your clothes. Go." The 
lieutenant said, getting off the bed and standing with his back to her. 
"You may leave in the morning." he said to her as she reached for the 
door.

Ruth returned to the room and got onto the large bed and sobbed herself 
to sleep. She awoke early the next morning, stiff and sore. She sat up 
and looked about the room. Her eyes lighted onto the small evening bag. 
The papers she wanted were inside it. She took them, nervously, then 
got back onto the bed. She had to figure out a way to get them out of 
the house and back to Kamp East. She didn't give a moment's thought to 
the Lieutenant.



Chapter 9


Ruth was met at KampEast by Fraulein Direktor Hilde Schmidt. She was 
certain that the papers she had hidden on her person had been 
discovered missing and just as sure that she would be placed under 
arrest and shipped to God only knew where. She was trembling as she 
stepped from the car, but she faced Hilde as though she were equal to 
whatever the terrible woman might be able to dish out.

"So, you return, Jew. Did you enjoy your work there?" She asked 
viciously.

Ruth smiled, partly from relief and partly because she had realized 
that Hilde had expected her to suffer at the hands of the SS. She could 
see the disappointment in the woman's eyes. "Yes, I did, Fraulein 
Direktor. Thank you." Ruth paused and looked at the woman, then asked, 
"And you, did you enjoy your work here while I was away?"

"You Jew Slut!" Hilde screamed, her face red and angry, "How dare you 
ask me such a question Bitch! I'll fix you! Go to your cabin right 
away. Move Bitch!" She continued to scream even though Ruth had turned 
her back and had started in the direction of her cabin.

Ruth was shaking all over. She had never in her life bated anyone 
before she met Hilde. But, more important, she had never had anyone 
hate her as that woman seemed to. Why? Ruth asked herself. Why would 
anyone carry a grudge so long? What had she really done to the woman? 
Ruth decided that the questions were just too large for her to answer, 
that they involved theories and ideas that she had never come in 
contact with. She held her head high and proceeded on to her cabin, 
forgetting about Nurse Hilde as soon as she stepped through the door.

Elizabeth still lay on her bed almost as Ruth had left her. She was 
staring open-eyed at the ceiling and gave no indication that Ruth might 
be in the room. Ruth was shocked when she looked at the girl. Elizabeth 
was filthy. The whole cabin stank. She walked cautiously to the bed and 
wanted to cry when she fully realized the condition of the girl. 
"Elizabeth?" She called softly. There was no response. "God in Heaven, 
Elizabeth, what has happened to you?" Ruth sobbed and sat on the edge 
of the bed.

She had her back turned to Elizabeth so that when the girl touched her 
she sprang up from the bed, shivering with alarm. She checked herself 
quickly and turned back to face her. She took her dirty hand in her 
own, and, looking at her close saw that she was crying. "What is it, 
Elizabeth? What's happened here?"

"Ruth! Oh, Ruth!" Elizabeth cried.

"Yes, it is I. Hasn't Gretchen been taking care of you? Where is she 
anyway?" Ruth demanded.

"Hilde wouldn't let her," Elizabeth said softly and then slowly turned 
her eyes back to the ceiling.

Ruth would have none of that. She was surprised that she had spoken, 
but since she had Ruth had no intention of letting her slip back into 
her mute self. "Elizabeth!" She spoke loudly, causing the girl's eyes 
to focus again, "I want you to answer my questions. NOW! First, when 
did you eat last?"

"I don't know!" She cried.

"When?" Ruth demanded, "Today? Have you had anything to eat today?"

"No," Elizabeth said, trying to turn her head away.

"Yesterday? Did you have anything to eat yesterday?" Ruth demanded, 
tugging at her hand, hard.

"I ... I don't ... I don't know," She answered.

"All right, Elizabeth, I'll manage something to eat. Have you been 
working the last two days? Have there been men here with you?"

" ... Yes ..." She sobbed. "Many."

"Who took the coupons? Who collected the coupons?" Ruth demanded.

"I don't ... maybe Gretchen. They ... they said they gave them to ... 
to a girl," Elizabeth whined.

"I see," Ruth said, even though she wasn't sure she did. "I'll talk to 
her. I want you to get up and bathe and I'll go get us some food, 
Elizabeth. Hurry up!" She made her get out of the dirty bed and head 
toward the sink. "And you're going to do it for yourself, Elizabeth. I 
have to go for food. And don't get back in that filthy bed. I'll come 
back and help you change it." Ruth stopped only long enough to make 
sure that Elizabeth was doing as she told her, then headed for the 
door.

"Ruth?" Elizabeth said, not looking at her, "Such a pretty dress."

Ruth burst into tears. She turned back into the cabin and sat on her 
own bed and cried. Elizabeth walked to her and put her hand on her 
head. Ruth cried harder. Ruth clasped the girl to her, arms around her 
waist and wailed. It was the first good cry she had had in a long time.

Slowly Ruth brought herself under control. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry. I had 
forgotten about my dress. It is pretty, isn't it?" She stood and made a 
complete turn so that Elizabeth could see the whole thing. "And, I have 
something else much better - but, I'll tell you about that later. I 
have to go for food. Get washed," she said, then kissed her lightly on 
the lips. She left feeling much calmer than she had been in a long 
time. She decided that she would have to cry more often.

Ruth didn't bother to knock at Gretchen's cabin. She pushed the door 
open roughly and entered the room which was exactly like her own, 
Gretchen looked up, frightened, then smiled and said, "I didn't 
recognize you with your fine clothes."

"I hardly recognized Elizabeth, either. She's filthy and she hasn't 
eaten since I left. Give me all the coupons you have." Ruth spoke so 
forcefully that her words left no room for argument on the other girl's 
part.

"But ... I ... don't have any, Ruth." Gretchen faltered, then burst 
into tears. "Fraulein Direktor Schmidt took them."

"I don't believe you. She can't use them. I want them now!" Ruth 
retorted, making a move toward the girl.

"I Only have four," Gretchen cried, backing away from Ruth. "And 
they're mine. I'm starving," she cried.

Ruth had noticed that the girl looked in the direction of the armoire 
when she spoke about the coupons. Ruth went to the armoire and jerked 
it open. She opened a small box and took out the valuable yellow 
coupons, all of them, then turned back to Gretchen. "Since you have 
only four, I'll take the rest of these. I'm positive Elizabeth earned 
them anyway. I thought I could trust you," Ruth told her in a voice 
filled with disgust.

"Aie ..." Gretchen wailed, then through her sobs told Ruth, "Nurse 
Hilde made me do it ... It's not my fault."

"You lie," Ruth told her calmly, but she knew that Gretchen wasn't 
lying now. There was no doubt in her mind that Hilde had issued the 
orders to the girl.

Ruth felt not only much older than the girl standing before her, but 
infinitely wiser. She also pitied her. She retreated somewhat and said, 
"It doesn't matter. I have the coupons now. But - if you mention this 
to Direktor Hilde - you'll be in trouble. Real trouble. I didn't know 
that you were so friendly with her."

Gretchen looked up sharply at Ruth. "Well she ... she helps me," the 
girl tried to explain.

"I'm sure she does," Ruth gave the girl a cutting glance. Then it came 
to Ruth like a flash! Gretchen and Hilde were lovers! For some reason 
she knew it and just as clearly knew that she would find a way to use 
her new gained knowledge against Hilde when the time presented itself. 
For now she smiled knowingly and left Gretchen's cabin. She was only a 
few yards away when she noticed Hilde headed toward the cabin from 
which she had just departed. She placed herself behind a wall so that 
she would be out of sight of the nurse and watched her enter Gretchen's 
cabin. She would like to have been there to see the look on her face 
when Gretchen recounted, as she was sure she would, her visit.

Ruth did not tarry. She went to the coupon store and picked up food for 
hers and Elizabeth's dinner.



Chapter 10


Ruth spent another year and a half at KampEast.

The conditions became worse and worse. In order to have food enough to 
stay alive she had to see to it that she and Elizabeth together earned 
not less than ten coupons a day. Even at that rate they were near 
starvation.

But it was not the lack of food that bothered Ruth. What weighed most 
heavily upon her young mind was the state of her only friend. Elizabeth 
would seemingly become better one day, then slip to a new low the 
following day. On her bad days Ruth and Elizabeth spent the time in 
each others arms if they were without men, together in the same bed, 
clutching tightly to each other with fear leaden hearts.

Their constant state of apprehension was not without reason. At first 
the condition of the returning soldiers had been marred and scarred to 
such an extent that they were frightening to both of the girls. For a 
long period of time Ruth did not see a soldier who was not missing an 
eye or a leg or an arm. Many of them existed almost in a state of 
insanity. The crazier ones were the most difficult to deal with. It was 
not uncommon for Ruth to have to rebuff an attack by some crazed old-
young-man in order to save her life.

It was not until Ruth stopped to think about it one day about six 
months after she had returned from the SS Kamp that she realized that 
there was probably a reason why all her clients seemed to be nuts or on 
the verge of being. She knew that Hilde had something to do with it. 
She talked to several of the other girls and found out that they were 
not having the same trouble, at least not in the same number of times 
as she was. She was furious.

She went directly to the Fraulein Direktor and told her: "I can't stand 
it any longer. Everyone who comes to our cabin is a problem. I have one 
there already, one that you made for me, and I can't stand the constant 
stream of crazy people."

"Too bad, Jewish slut!" Hilde stormed at her. "You'll damn well take 
what's sent to you, Bitch. Ha, ha," she laughed cruelly.

"All right," Ruth said, trying to fight back her tears. "I know 
something about you that I think might interest the Kamp Kommandant."

Ruth collected all her inner forces in order to finish what she had 
started. "I know that you and Gretchen are lovers. That is forbidden," 
Ruth told her.

"Oh you do, huh? Well let me tell you a thing or two. The Kamp 
Kommandant doesn't see Jewish sluts. And he wouldn't believe you. 
Never! You try anything like that, Bitch, and you won't be getting any 
clients that will pay your food bill. Not even the nutty ones. Get out 
of here!" she screamed at Ruth.

Ruth left. She pondered for three days about taking revenge on Hilde 
and finally came up with a plan. She carefully observed the time that 
Hilde went into Gretchen's hut, then printed a note to the Kamp 
Kommandant and asked a soldier to deliver it for her. She did not sign 
it. Much to her joy the very next evening Hilde was caught in bed with 
Gretchen by the Kamp Kommandant himself. The following day Hilde was 
relieved of her duties and Gretchen was shipped off. Ruth suffered a 
tinge of regret about the unfortunate girl, but she told herself that 
she had to look after two people - herself and Elizabeth - and she 
couldn't be worried about Gretchen.

Ruth discovered that she had been right in her assumption that Hilde 
had been the cause of her problems. Her clients improved, somewhat. But 
Ruth's other problems commenced.

The Kamp had always been an orderly place considering that so many 
people were transferred through it day after day. There came a time, 
however, when this was not so. It took Ruth quite awhile to figure out 
the change. The troops that were wounded so badly that they could no 
longer fight were the only ones who were being sent back by the forward 
field Kommanders, but the others were deserting and passing through the 
Kamp. Day after day the number of police soldiers increased. They had 
an extra tough job. They had to sort out and apprehend the ones with 
illegal leave papers and more times than not force those who were still 
coming from the Fatherland onto trains at gun point to get them headed 
toward the front.

The clouds of dust around the camp never ceased. To Ruth they heralded 
the coming of troops from one direction or the other and of work beyond 
the scope of a normal human being's endurance. She was getting very 
little sleep and rest. By proclamation of the Kommander of KampEast, 
the girls' cabins were open twenty-four hours a day. Each girl was 
permitted four hours off duty time, but as Ruth reflected, it seemed 
like a joke. To deny a soldier entrance, particularly ones coming from 
the front, was to encourage his wrath. From somewhere he would summon 
forth his meager strength and break down the door if he were not 
permitted to enter. The fact that it was during the four-hour free time 
for the girls was immaterial: he wanted sex, and nothing or no one was 
going to deny him perhaps his last opportunity to taste warm female 
flesh.

Ruth had tried reporting the second of these violations of her cabin to 
the soldier police. The sergeant to whom she spoke laughed at her, then 
had taken her behind his desk and without stopping his brutal and 
disgusting laughter, had tried to rape her. She fought him with all her 
strength but was losing the battle when an officer stepped into the 
office. The sergeant released her, saying for the ears of the officer, 
"You got any more complaints, you come to see Dieter Hausienzer." Ruth 
spat on the floor then turned to flee through the door. Something, what 
she would never know, made her look the man fully in the face for the 
first time. Her heart almost stopped. He continued to grin at her 
stupidly.

"You remember me now, Jew?" he wanted to know.

Ruth stepped backwards until she bumped into the wall. Her eyes were 
big and her face was terror stricken. She didn't seem to be able to say 
one word.

"What happened to your girl friend? Huh? The sergeant asked, moving 
around the desk to her. Ruth cringed, trying to avoid any contact with 
him. "Best piece of ass I ever had - and in a meadow too. You remember 
don't you, Jew?" he hissed.

Ruth screamed. He stopped grabbing for her and retreated to his desk. A 
door flew open and another officer stormed out of his office. He 
glanced at Ruth then ordered her to leave. "We're not hearing any 
complaints from Jewish whores," he laughed. The sergeant joined him in 
laughter.

Ruth ran from the room blinded by tears. She was certain that the 
police sergeant, ex-truck driver, would be looking for Elizabeth. It 
seemed so unfair to her.

Ruth had gone only a few yards when she stopped to get control of 
herself. She leaned against a building, hugging her arms around her 
spent body. She breathed deeply and tried to think. What was she to do? 
If the sergeant should find Elizabeth he would surely drive her mad 
again - not that she was fully normal now. But Ruth felt certain that 
he would push the girl even farther back into obscurity of 
unconsciousness from which she had not yet fully come out of. She could 
think of no plan of action - nothing that she could do. She would just 
have to try to protect the girl as best she could.

She sighed heavily and pushed herself away from the building. She had 
taken only a couple of steps when she froze in her tracks. Nurse Hilde 
was walking on the opposite side of the street. Ruth watched her turn 
into the police office with a sinking heart, She reasoned that if Hilde 
knew that he was at the Kamp that she would be planning some torture - 
perhaps a final one - for both herself and Elizabeth. Ruth barely 
managed to walk back to her cabin.

Before Ruth could plan a course of action for herself and Elizabeth the 
whole problem was taken out of her hands.



Chapter 11


Two days after she had seen the truck-driving-sergeant of police, she 
was resting in her cabin, secure in Elizabeth's arms, when there was a 
tentative knock on the door. Ruth dragged her tired body to the door 
and almost screamed because of the frightful appearance of the soldier 
standing there.

His right arm appeared to be gone; his left eye murky with the lid half 
closed. He was absolutely filthy. His once blond hair now brown from 
dirt was matted to his head. And there was a scar running from his 
temple in a long sweeping curve to the tip of his chin. He reeked of 
sweat and sour body odor.

Ruth started to close the door without even saying to him that he had 
arrived during the rest period. Before she could open her mouth she 
heard his voice - low and familiar and pleading. She couldn't remember 
the person the voice belonged to, but he seemed familiar to her. She 
hesitated for a second, trying to drag up from the depths of her memory 
a face to match the voice since the one that was before her seemed 
mutilated beyond recognition. He took the opportunity offered by her 
hesitation and pushed past her into the cabin.

Elizabeth took one look at him and screamed. Ruth was furious. "Get 
out!" She yelled, "This is our rest time. Out or I'll call the police." 
She had no intention of calling the police but the threat of doing so 
had rid her of unwanted client a couple of times before.

The scarred apparition turned and smiled at her crookedly, then "Ruth? 
Don't you remember me?"

Ruth was sure she was going to faint. She clutched the edge of the door 
for support. "Kurt?" She whispered.

"Yes, Kurt," he replied, sitting down on her bed.

Ruth went to him in a flash. She fell sobbing into his waiting arms. 
She clung to him with all her might. He stroked and soothed her with 
his left arm and said, over and over, "Don't cry. Please don't cry. 
Everything's going to be alright. Ruth, come on now, stop it." He 
continued, talking and massaging and calming her until she became 
quiet.

After a while he pushed her gently away from him and stood up. "Look, 
Ruth, I'm not as bad as I look actually," he said then laughed softly. 
He removed his torn and scarred tunic and asked the astonished Ruth to 
help him. Together they undid the tape that held his arm snug against 
his body. He had two arms, both of which he used to hold Ruth's 
trembling body his as she laughed and cried with relief. He then 
crossed the room to the small mirror and carefully removed the makeup 
that had been applied days earlier to make a scar. Ruth watched in 
fascination.

"If I can just have a bath. I'll be myself again," he told her, smiling 
the whole width of his dirty face, his teeth gleaming white in contrast 
with his soiled skin.

"Oh, Kurt," Ruth cried out, "you're still not hurt - I mean you're just 
you!"

"Yes. I've had a hell of a time getting here, Ruth. But I told you I'd 
return. Didn't I? I meant it. This war is a pot of shit and we're 
losing the whole thing. All of it. Just over the hill the Russian's are 
coming. I just planned a little escape and - well, here I am." He 
laughed at his own success.

"Kurt, Kurt, I can't believe it. Nothing's wrong with you! Nothing!" 
Ruth cried out with elation.

"Yes there is. I'm filthy." He laughed.

"Kurt?" a voice asked wonderingly from Elizabeth's bed. Ruth and Kurt 
turned to look at Elizabeth. Ruth had completely forgotten about her. 
Kurt smiled broadly and strode to her bed. He reached out his hand to 
her but she drew back in alarm. "Elizabeth?" Kurt asked, easing himself 
down onto her bed. "It's me, Kurt. I came back," he said gently.

Elizabeth ignored him and whimpered, "Ruth, Ruth."

Ruth went swiftly to Elizabeth and took her in her arms. "It's all 
right, Elizabeth. It is Kurt. Do you remember him? Of course you do, 
Elizabeth."

The frightened girl looked around Ruth's head at the smiling boy. Her 
face broke into a tentative grin, then a wider one. "Yes, I remember. I 
think. Kurt? Kurt?" she said, testing the name for the sound of it.

"How did you do it, Kurt?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'll tell you why and how. It's hopeless, Ruth. I was in a forward 
company and it was over-run by the Russians and only one other person 
escaped besides me. My friend. They killed all the wounded and dying 
men. We watched from an exploded bunker. They didn't come in after us 
for some reason and when they withdrew we took off. We made it back to 
our own lines and a Kapitan tried to force us to go back but I wouldn't 
do it. I knew that if I ever did I'd never come back alive. So, my 
friend and I helped each other to dress so that we looked injured and 
unable to fight. We forged ourselves some papers and made our way back 
to here. I had no idea you'd be here. But you see, Ruth, there are so 
many deserters that unless you're injured, they just arrest you and 
lock you up in a box car and ship you back. That's all. They don't even 
have rifles to give the men. They have to pull them out of the hands of 
the dead soldiers." Kurt stopped talking and his eyes took on a far 
away haunted look.

Then, remembering where he was, he continued. "It took a long time to 
get back here. Over a month. The Russians are right behind us. They're 
just over the forward hill. You should be able to hear the sound of 
fire within a couple of days. We all have to get the hell out of here."

"Will you take us, Kurt?" Ruth asked.

"Yes. But - we'll have to work out something about papers. I don't know 
how ..."

"I have some!" Ruth exclaimed. She jumped up from the bed and went to 
the place where she had hidden her papers stolen from the girl at the 
SS Kamp. She returned with then to the bed and held them out to Kurt. 
"But ... we don't have any for Elizabeth."

"We'll manage," Kurt assured her. "How did you get these?" He wanted to 
know.

Ruth told him about the papers and all about her treatment by Nurse 
Hilde since her return. She did not mention the truck driver in front 
of Elizabeth because she was unsure what her reaction would be. Kurt 
listened patiently, then smiled and said, "You mean to tell me that 
bitch is still here? The very one who had me sent to the Eastern 
Front?"

"Yes. She's mean, Kurt. She does everything she can to make life 
miserable for me ... for us."

"Well, we'll see about her later. We have to plan on a way out of here. 
Soon. Within the next day. Can I have a bath? Please?" He smiled.

"Of course," Ruth told him. Then to Elizabeth, "Get up and let's give 
Kurt a bath, Elizabeth. He's going to help us escape from here. She 
took the girl's hand and pulled her out of bed. She noticed that Kurt's 
eyes roamed hungrily over Elizabeth's body.

The two girls prepared the bath while Kurt looked on. Ruth said, "Come 
on, Kurt." She curtsied deeply, "Your bath is ready, Sir." Both girls 
giggled.

Kurt stood and removed his filthy undershirt, then his trousers. He 
smiled weakly and dropped his shorts. Ruth couldn't believe it. His 
prick was just as she had remembered it, long and thick and white and 
purple headed. She cried out, softly, when it was exposed to full view.

Kurt seemed to have become shy. It was almost as though he was trying 
to cover his dangling sex with his hands as he walked to the prepared 
tub and eased himself into it with a sigh. Both girls recovered 
themselves and set to work on him. In short order he was gleaming 
clean, his hair restored to his original blondness and his body red 
from all the rubbing and attention it had received. He stood and the 
girls dried him front and back. Ruth giggled when she took his large 
prick in her hands to massage it dry on the towel. It throbbed gently 
in her small hands. She lowered her eyes to keep Kurt from seeing her 
face, which she knew was glowing red.

Kurt walked to the bed, looked at it, then jumped in.

Kurt reached out his arms for Ruth. She fell into them willingly, 
finding his mouth with her own before her body rested on his. He 
clutched her to him and kissed her long and passionately. Ruth's body 
shuddered. He was the first boy or man she had ever had; the memory of 
his second and last time with her burned in her memory. It was just as 
if there had been no one else between that time and this for Ruth. "Uum 
... umm," she purred as he kissed her, exploring his once familiar body 
with her hands just as he was doing hers.

"What about me," Elizabeth whined, standing above the bed and looking 
down at them.

Ruth laughed when she looked up and saw the girl standing there. She 
had completely forgotten about her. She looked at Kurt for confirmation 
before she spoke and he, seeming to know what she was going to say, 
nodded his agreement.

"Elizabeth," Ruth said softly, taking the girl's hand in her own. 
"Please let me be with Kurt for awhile - all by myself? I want to very 
much and then ... well, we can all be together. Please?"

Elizabeth looked at Ruth with hurt eyes, but she nodded her head in 
agreement. She moved toward her own bed, slowly, and got into it. She 
lay flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling.

Ruth was angry with herself for being so selfish, remembering that Kurt 
was the first man for Elizabeth also, then told herself that she indeed 
had every right to him first because she had spent most of her time 
looking after Elizabeth for a couple of years. "Oh, Kurt, do you think 
I'm selfish? Wanting you all to myself for a little while?" Ruth asked.

"Ha," he laughed, then moved her off him and moved himself on top of 
her. "Yes. Selfish as all hell. So you have to pay for it!" He laughed 
again before he covered her mouth with his.

Ruth accepted his kiss willingly. She moved her lips apart and accepted 
his tongue in her mouth, working at it with her own, then sucking and 
massaging with all her strength. She felt his prick growing hard on her 
stomach and she wiggled under him. He kissed harder in appreciation and 
shoved his tongue into her throat. His strong sure hands played over 
her body, from her shoulders to her waist and then to her buttocks. He 
took her soft buttocks in to his hands and squeezed them as he forced 
his tongue deep into her throat.

Ruth moved her small hands over his head, his back and to his buttocks. 
She marveled at the familiarity of him after so long a time. Her body 
was on fire where he touched her - on her mouth and her stomach where 
his rapidly hardening and lengthening prick seemed to burn right 
through her.

Kurt stopped kissing her mouth and moved his hot searching tongue to 
her breasts. He kissed one nipple gently, then played about it with his 
tongue. Ruth's body heaved up to accept him. He bit tentatively at her 
hardening nipples, then smiled up into her face: "Delicious," he 
murmured, then went back to his business of kissing and sucking and 
drawing her body fire to her breasts.

"Oh! Oh ... ooh, God, Kurt," Ruth cried, twisting and heaving under his 
busy mouth.

"How I've dreamed of this, Ruth," Kurt whispered to her now erect 
nipples, then bit each of them hard to emphasize his words.

"Oh! OH ..." Ruth cried softly, then slid her hands down the length of 
his hard muscled body and then over his buttocks and under his stomach 
and took his long, hard prick in her hands. She held his burning rod in 
her clasp as he continued to kiss and suck and tear gently at her 
breasts. She felt his balls and put her palms on his hard, flat 
stomach, then ran her hand down the length of his rod and just for 
meanness dug her nails into the root of his prick.

"Aiiee ..." he screamed, then bit down hard on her nipple.

They both laughed. Then Kurt looked at her very seriously. "You hurt 
it. If you don't kiss it, it'll start crying," he said. Not waiting for 
an answer he rolled over on his back. His long, white, hard prick stood 
straight up from his body. Ruth looked at it, then gasped. She had 
forgotten just how well endowed he really was. She hesitated but he 
lifted her gently and guided her mouth to the purple head of his 
hardened cock.

Ruth took the head of it into her mouth. It was so hot and throbbed so 
eagerly that it almost burned. She sucked gently on the head of it 
which completely filled her mouth. Kurt moved his hands over her back 
and moaned with pleasure. He then forced her head down and down until 
his hard, hot throbbing cock was sunk deep in her throat. He moved his 
hips up and pressed down gently on the back of her head.

Ruth's mouth and throat were crammed full of him and his hardness 
throbbed in her throat. She felt him move her hips up until she was 
resting on her knees with her warm, moist little cunt wavering over his 
face. She thought she would faint from the pleasure - that of the 
outward pressure of his thumbs on her cuntal lips, until she felt his 
hot, probing tongue touch the smooth sensitive flesh of her pulsating 
little cunt. "Ah ... oh ... ooh," she moaned around his hard prick as 
he penetrated her fully with his tongue, driving the hard wetness of it 
deep into her.

Kurt bit and sucked at her cuntal lips, causing desire to peak 
immediately. He probed at her clitoris until it became stiff and hard 
to his tongue, then moved her pink softness apart and took it between 
his teeth. Ruth's small body shuddered and quaked with every caress. He 
felt his balls tighten in readiness for their own explosion. He kissed 
her sweet cunt and bit and sucked and felt the joyous pleasure of her 
mouth tight around his prick.

Ruth hoped that she wouldn't burn up with desire. His kissing and 
probing and biting her was driving her to the limits of her ability. 
She felt his prick harden slightly and the throb there became more 
insistent. She quickened her motions up and down the long pole and 
sucked and worked hard on the head of it each time her tongue found its 
way there. Then she knew she was ready to cum, she couldn't help it, it 
was there, tearing at her insides, the fires stoked and fanned by 
Kurt's knowledgeable kissing and licking and sucking.

"Uh ... ugh ... Oooh," she moaned as Kurt thrust himself up and deep 
into her throat and she broke inside and came again and again as he 
sucked and kissed. She felt his semen bursting forth from him and 
accepted the constant river of hot liquid cascading down her 
desperately swallowing throat a she increased her motions up and down 
and sucked hard so that he would do the same for her.

Both of them were reluctant to desist even though both of them had been 
temporarily satisfied. His hard prick rested inside her mouth and she 
sucked at it slowly, moving over the length of it with ease; he 
continued to kiss and suck and nibble at her cuntal lips. Both of them 
quit at the same time and Kurt guided Ruth back to him, alongside him, 
and held her in his arms.

"Doesn't that ever get tired?" she laughed pointing at his still 
hardened prick that stood straight and tall over his body.

"Ha, ha!" Kurt laughed, "It hasn't been this way since I last saw you, 
Ruth," he paused then, "It'll take a lot of work to tire that to 
limpness." He turned sideways and pressed his hard prick into her 
stomach. "Lift your leg, baby." he ordered her. With a grin of 
anticipation on her face Ruth did as she was told.

Kurt guided the head of his prick to her open cunt and then pulled 
Ruth's hips around until he was able to fit the head of it inside her 
tight pink slit. "Aaaaah ..." he gurgled pleasurably, then kissed her 
soft lips gently.

Ruth liked the feel of the huge spongy prick head inside her cuntal 
lips. She squeezed it tight inside her, ignoring the slight pain that 
it caused her. She felt that she had never in her life been happier 
than now, holding Kurt securely in her arms and feeling the pressure of 
his mouth on hers, his tongue probing gently into her mouth as she 
clamped the large hardness of his prick just inside her cunt. She could 
have remained like that forever, she thought, but she was not to have 
the opportunity.

Kurt couldn't take it. He had not lied to Ruth. Of all the girls he had 
fucked, of all those virgins he had split apart and pounded into, she 
was the one that he always dreamed about in the colds of Russia. He had 
watched a large Russian peasant woman, large hipped with ponderous 
breasts, run a bayonet through four fallen soldiers. He had watched 
dispassionately, wishing he could think of a way to shove his large 
prick into the warmth of her, all the way in until it came out her 
throat. Then the idea had revolted him. Looking at her had made him 
think of Ruth, of her young body, and he had closed his eyes and ground 
his teeth together from the desire for her. Now he was here - inserted 
inside her. He wanted to be gentle yet he wanted to be feeling her fire 
deep inside her, to stroke at her very heart with his prick.

Kurt rolled on top of Ruth and carefully took her legs in his hands and 
moved them over her shoulders. He eased his long moisture glistening 
cock into her, slowly, until it was all there, deep into her. He moved 
his hips slightly from side to side and then pushed heavily against her 
very core. Ruth responded by slipping her legs to his waist and 
clamping them about him. He kissed her fully on the mouth and ran his 
tongue inside, then he began a long smooth stroking of her vagina with 
his long, hard cock.

Much to Ruth's surprise she was ready for Kurt when he eased into her. 
She accepted him gratefully, pulling him snugly to her with her legs. 
He hurt her slightly when he ground down into her, causing her to cry, 
"Oh ... Oh ... Please Kurt." He then began to ease out of her, causing 
the fire to burst into flame inside her.

Kurt had to cum again. He began to move faster, dying with the heavenly 
heat of her vagina walls clasping warmly against his hard, throbbing 
prick. He rocked gently into her and then ground down and then stroked 
faster. He pounded and pushed and plunged and his desire began to build 
with a rapidity that shocked even him. He pounded and socked and rammed 
into her, then without being able to hold back any longer threw his 
head back and moved his body slightly forward and slipped a notch 
further into the center of her heat and his fluid was suddenly bursting 
for release. "Ah ... ahhh ... aahh ..." he screamed as he shot his hot 
liquid deep into her little cunt. Even drained he continued to push and 
pound and grind into her until she came again, moving her little body 
violently under his with all her strength and sucking him deep into the 
heat of her smooth quivering belly.

They clung to each other for a long time after, each reluctant to 
withdraw from the other. Kurt felt that he could have fucked her a 
thousand times, but he did not want to over-tire Ruth. His prick 
remained hard and stiff inside her but he knew when she wanted him to 
withdraw. He did so, slowly, then lay exhausted alongside her. She put 
her hands on his face and into his hair and whispered, "Kurt, I'm 
sorry. I just can't take anymore. And I must go get us some food, 
anyway. I just hate to leave you even for a minute."

"That's okay. We've got a couple of days, I guess. I am hungry." He 
paused and looked over at Elizabeth's bed. Then hesitantly, "Maybe I 
could pay her a little visit while you're gone," he laughed, indicating 
to Ruth that it would be a joke if she wanted it to be.

"That's an idea. But ... Kurt ... I would like you to do it to me again 
later."

"Don't worry, Baby, I'll be ready when you are. You'll see. I haven't 
seen any action for over a year. You'll see," he repeated, his eyes 
resting on Elizabeth.

"Ha!" Ruth laughed, a tinge of jealousy tearing at her heart, "You have 
been gone a long time." She paused, hating herself for feeling so 
possessive of him, then, "I'll get dressed - you go ahead, Kurt. But be 
gentle. She's been hurt."

Ruth got off the bed and began to dress. Kurt watched her with hungry 
eyes, his prick still hard and erect. When she was dressed and ready to 
leave she went to the bed and leaned over and kissed him. Before she 
was through the door Kurt was on his way to Elizabeth. Ruth gave the 
door an angry slam and stepped out into the brisk air.

Ruth was more than disappointed at the base store. The shelves were 
almost bare. There was a little stale bread and a few withered 
vegetables. All the tinned meat and other edible food was priced far 
beyond her reach. She wondered whoever would be able to purchase such 
luxury items since one small tin was priced in coupons amounting to a 
weeks work for both herself and Elizabeth. It occurred to her that most 
of her coupons were probably stolen before they were issued to the 
soldiers. And, even if they weren't, the food would have a hard time 
reaching the shelves anyway.

"Hurry up, Jew, I wanna close the place," a disgruntled voice told her.

Ruth colored instantly as she always did when she heard herself called 
a Jew. She turned to look at the person from whom the voice came. She 
couldn't believe the look of him. He was fat beyond imagination. He had 
a large bag on the counter, filled to overflowing with food. Ruth 
looked at him, hating his obesity and his gathering of food that she 
was sure was intended for the girls.

Ruth took a deep breath and laid her meager purchase on the counter 
alongside his bulging shopping bag. "Is there anything in there that I 
can afford?" she asked, using almost all her reserve energy just to put 
the question.

The fat soldier smiled cruelly. "Depends," he said, looking her over 
slowly. "What could you do to earn it, Jew?"

Ruth backed off a couple of steps, then recovered herself and plunged 
ahead. "I have about three extra coupons. I thought that maybe there 
was a bargain there ..." she peered into the bag.

The fat soldier pulled the top of the bag closed with both fat hands, 
but not before Ruth had seen that it contained almost all tinned goods. 
"You fucking Jews are all alike," he sneered, "Always wanting something 
for nothing. You're not worth a god-damned can of beans. The Russians 
will feed ya," he laughed.

Ruth's legs trembled. Suddenly, all she wanted was out and away from 
the sight of him. She threw her coupons down on the counter top and, 
picking up her purchases, almost ran through the door. She leaned 
against the wall of the building in order to steady herself. She seemed 
to be growing weaker each day, she told herself, then decided that it 
was from lack of food and rest. She decided to stand a few minutes 
longer, just as she was, until she felt like moving on.

Ruth was standing in the shadow of the building, yet close to the door 
from which she had just exited. She was not surprised to see a truck 
pull up to the front of the building. Her curiosity was not aroused 
until Nurse Hilde jumped down from the cab of the truck. She watched 
the nurse enter the store and decided to wait until she came out. She 
didn't have long. The driver of the truck jumped down from the other 
side and came around to the opposite one and held out his hands for the 
large bundle of tinned goods that the fat man handed him. Nurse Hilde 
stood by, watching the two men closely.

"Ach," the fat one said, in a loud whisper, "when we leave here 
tomorrow we'll have enough food to take us all the way to Switzerland."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Nurse Hilde hissed, "You want us all arrested?"

"You think the walls of the buildings have ears?" He demanded of her. 
"You just get the papers fixed up, that's all I ask of you, slut."

"I have the papers and the maps, so shut your fucking face," the other 
soldier replied.

Ruth's ears pricked up immediately. It was the voice of the truck-
driver turned police sergeant. She couldn't believe what she had heard. 
These three were planing on leaving the next day together. She thought 
it ironic that they were taking most of the supply of food with them. 
She eased her way along the building until she came to the end of it, 
then slipped quietly around the corner and ran back to her cabin.

Pushing open the door, she turned away immediately. Kurt was moaning 
"Uh ... Uh ... Uh ..." as he pushed slowly into Elizabeth's tight 
clasping pussy. "Ah ... Ah ... Ah ..." she answered him in turn. Ruth 
tried to ignore them and was successful at doing so. It was only 
seconds until Kurt roared out in pleasure completed and then the bed 
ground twice and Ruth knew that he had gotten off her and was lying on 
his back.

"You're back," he said.

"Yes," Ruth replied, her back turned to the two of them. "I'll ... I'll 
make something to eat." She busied herself at the task she started, her 
eyes blinded by tears of jealously. She failed to hear Kurt approach 
her. Suddenly she felt his arms sliding around her and his strong hands 
cupping her breasts. His still stiff rod pressed against her back.

"Don't be mad, Ruth. Please? I've just been gone a long damned time. 
Please?" He asked, turning her about and kissing her gently.

Ruth looked into his face with tear drenched eyes, and replied: "I'm 
not mad, Kurt. I'm just jealous, I guess. I have something I must tell 
you."

Ruth recounted the events in the store and what she had heard on the 
outside of it. When she mentioned Nurse Hilde's name, Kurt's smile took 
on a sadistic twist. "You're sure they plan to leave tomorrow? At what 
time? It will have to be before dawn."

"I don't know what time," Ruth started.

"It doesn't matter. Let's get something to eat. I have a hell of a lot 
of work to do tonight." Kurt rubbed his hands together and smiled at 
Ruth.

Ruth looked at his ever-hard prick and laughed. "That'll slow you 
down," she told him.

Kurt blushed. He turned from her after grinning sheepishly and put on 
his dirty uniform.

Ruth arranged the bits of food on a plate and then made Elizabeth get 
up and put on a robe so that she could eat with them. Kurt munched away 
at his food, then asked "Do you know where they might keep the truck? 
It has to be stolen so that no one on the base would miss it. Was it a 
new one or an old one?"

"I don't know. They all look alike to me," Ruth replied. Do you drive, 
Kurt?"

"No, but my friend does. I have to find him. What was the other guy - 
the one working in the store? A sergeant?" He wanted to know.

"I don't know ... I didn't notice," Ruth said, disappointment showing 
in her voice.

"It doesn't matter. Look. They stole the truck. So, they can't report 
it missing. Right? They couldn't explain it. So, we'll steal it from 
them. They probably put all the food under the boards on the bed of it. 
We'll be all right there. You have papers, but Elizabeth doesn't have, 
right? Can we use Nurse Hilde's?" He wanted to know of Ruth, ignoring 
Elizabeth.

"I don't think so. Her hair is black, Hilde's is blond. She's much 
smaller than the nurse, too." Ruth looked despondent over the turn of 
the conversation.

"It doesn't matter. Look. I have to make out some new ones for myself 
and my friend, so it'll be nothing to make out some for her, too. We'll 
take Nurse Hilde's, too, just in case. She won't get far without them. 
I want you two to be ready to leave here in three hours. I'll need that 
much time to arrange everything. O.K.?" He waited for a nod from Ruth, 
then, "Wear all the clothes you have. It might be a long cold journey. 
Real long," he emphasized.

"Kurt ... I ... is it really possible to leave here? I mean," Ruth 
started, then broke into tears. Kurt was by her side in a second. He 
enveloped her in his arms and held her close to him.

"It's not going to be easy, but I think it's possible, Ruth," he said, 
stroking her head with his large hand. "Just trust me, O.K.?"

Ruth bobbed her head up and down to indicate her agreement.

"I have to trust you, too. Look. Make sure that she's ready." He nodded 
his head in Elizabeth's direction. I won't come here in the truck, but 
I'll come back and get you two. Just be ready. Got it?" he asked.

"Yes. Oh, God, will I be ready. I can't believe leaving here. I haven't 
been able to think about it at all. At first I did - but so long ago," 
Ruth added, thoughtfully.

"O.K. I have to go now. Don't let anyone in. Take everything that you 
can get into a small bag. Bring the blankets. Not a word to anyone. 
Just be ready." He went to the door and stopped there and threw her a 
kiss. Then he opened the door and was lost to the blackness of the 
night.

"Ruth?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, Elizabeth. We're getting out of here. We're leaving KampEast. Oh, 
God, Elizabeth do you know what that means? No more of this!" Ruth 
cried out passionately, taking Elizabeth's hand in hers.

"Ruth, let's get in bed together and be warm," she asked, her eyes 
taking on the haunting look that had become all to familiar to her.

"Elizabeth, we're leaving. Kurt's going to take us away from here. 
Don't you understand that?" Ruth pleaded.

"I don't want to see a truck driver, Ruth," Elizabeth said softly as 
tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Oh, Elizabeth," Ruth wailed, moving swiftly around the table to her 
and taking her in her arms. "This truck driver will be different, 
you'll see. He's a friend of Kurt's. Kurt won't let him bother you. No. 
He won't be like that other one. Maybe you'll like him, Elizabeth. 
Maybe well even go to Vienna. Don't be afraid."

Elizabeth drew away from Ruth and went to her bed. She crawled into it 
and looked forlornly at the ceiling.

"GET UP! Elizabeth! Get out of the bed. We've got work to do," Ruth 
told her, pulling the girl from the bed.

Elizabeth continued to cry silently. The tears gushed from her eyes and 
spilled over her cheeks. Ruth could think of nothing to say to her, She 
just insisted that she keep busy and help her arrange the things they 
would need according to Kurt's instructions.

Ruth worked diligently for two hours, pulling and tugging at Elizabeth 
and talking her into doing what she was supposed to. Then she made a 
bit of food for the two of them and insisted that Elizabeth eat. 
Sitting down to wait for Kurt was the worst part of the whole thing for 
Ruth. She tried to keep her mind occupied so that thoughts of defeat 
would not crowd in upon her, but it was almost hopeless. She was in 
such a nervous state that when a light tapping came at the door she was 
frightened beyond reason.

Ruth went cautiously to the door and whispered, "Kurt?" Receiving an 
affirmative answer, Ruth pulled open the door; she wanted to fall into 
his arms and be made to feel safe. Instead, she gasped in horror at 
what faced her.

Two of the dirtiest, meanest looking soldiers she had ever seen stood 
before her. She got out a partial scream before her mouth was covered 
by a strong hand.

"Ruth, shut up! God dammit, it's me, Kurt," he told her, keeping her 
mouth firmly closed and supporting her sagging body in his arms.

Ruth could have cried. She let herself relax against him, her head 
resting on his shoulder. Small sobs still escaped her but she forced 
herself under control within seconds. She looked at the other soldier.

"This is Rainer. Ruth, Elizabeth," Kurt introduced him. Then, "Look, 
we've got to hurry. It's dark as hell outside, so all we have to do is 
get to the truck and get through the gate." He motioned for Rainer to 
take charge of Elizabeth and he led Ruth through the door, having slung 
their meager possessions over his back.

Ruth thought she would faint as the truck drew up to the gate. She was 
standing in the back of the truck, with a black blanket completely 
covering her. Her legs were trembling so much she feared they were 
knocking together and making a noise like a drum. But they were only at 
the gate a short two minutes, while Kurt exchanged words with the 
guards, then the truck was moving again. After a half mile the truck 
stopped and Kurt joined Ruth in the back. He took her trembling body 
and held it tightly to himself.

"How did you do it, Kurt? It seemed so simple." Ruth said, her teeth 
chattering yet from the icy fear that had gripped her body for the last 
hour or so.

"Easy, Ruth. We made out orders for the Eastern Front. No gate guard is 
ever going to question those. Not likely. He just felt sorry for us." 
Kurt laughed and kissed her on the mouth. "That's why he didn't bother 
to look in back of here."

"But what about them - that sergeant and Nurse Hilde and that fat one?" 
Ruth had to know.

"That was easy, Ruth. You gave me the idea. Remember when you said all 
trucks looked alike to you? Well, it stood to reason that they had 
somehow taken this one without it ever being registered to the base. No 
one is ever going to put out a call for it or report it stolen. We 
stole one from the motor pool and left it there for them. We even left 
enough of their stolen loot to get them shot, maybe." Kurt laughed 
easily and kissed her neck. "And," he continued, "In the dark of the 
early morning, they'll never notice the difference. But the best part 
of all is Rainer. He left word that they were planning an escape. 
They'll be apprehended at the gate. Pretty good, huh? Somehow Rainer 
was able to give the license number of the truck, its number 
registration and the probable occupants." He laughed at their 
cleverness.

"But are we headed for the Eastern Front, Kurt?" Ruth asked seriously.

"Ha!" He laughed, cupping her breasts in his hands, "Don't you know 
that we made out several sets of orders? If you can make out one, you 
can make out many. We have a whole box of them. We're going ..." Kurt 
stopped speaking abruptly and pulled Ruth roughly down to the bed of 
the truck.

Then she heard a noise. She didn't know what it was, but somehow it 
indicated battle and death and destruction with its very scream. "Looks 
like we just made it," Kurt told her. "That was a Russian shell. They 
must be starting their advance. Let's get the shit out of here, 
Rainer," he bellowed at the small window that opened to the driver's 
cab.

"I got ears for those things. I heard it long before you did." Rainer 
answered.

"Kurt," Ruth spoke softly. "Are we really out of KampEast? I can hardly 
believe it."

"We are. Let's celebrate," he said, moving atop her body and clamping 
his mouth wetly onto hers as the truck thundered through the night 
toward what, they didn't know ... or at that moment care ...


The End
