Eric Jurgens

Nazi joy camp

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.

CHAPTER TWO

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 THREE

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 FOUR

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 FIVE

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 God-damned 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 SIX

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 hard 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 SEVEN

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 EIGHT

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 Kamp East. 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 lay 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, hard 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 cigarette," 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 hard, 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 NINE

Ruth was met at Kamp East 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 TEN

Ruth spent another year and a half at Kamp East.

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 Kamp East, 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 ELEVEN

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 Russians 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 Kamp East. 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 Kamp East? 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…

Content

Eric Jurgens
Nazi joy camp

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN