"Nazi joy camp" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jurgens Eric)

CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Direktor, leering obscenely, told the boys that they had done a good job and ordered them to withdraw and stand back. They responded immediately. Ruth heard a wet, sucking sound as the glistening white pole of Kurt came out of Beth's cunt and saw that the same hard 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 hard 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 hard 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.