 "The Svetlana Trilogy" - including The Village is Captured.
     
     By Herman Klause Hauptmann
    
     Correspondence and feedback to: karllutze@yahoo.com.au

      Follows from chapter 1.

      From the Deutscher Samen Collection, now placed in order for your reading convenience.

      Warning Adults Only!

The Voice is that of Dr Karl Lutze Commandant of the camp known as "Fruchtbarer Boden"as he writes his memoirs.

"A hectic night but Morning had arrived at last and my Waffen SS soldiers were being mobilised and a cordon thrown up around the old farm.
I ordered the dead to be buried and the living made comfortable.
My subordinates had worked through the night drawing up plans for a substantial camp complex based around the original old stone farmhouse, its perimeters and points to be fortified were defined and early that morning  I ordered my men to begin construction.

There was some promotions to be made and I gave Fritz, my adjutant the title and roll of "Protector of the Captive Women" he delegated our officers who with a number of captured Russian prisoners began to organise the women's permanent accommodation.
Carpenters set to work making the triple decker wooden bunk beds necessary for the new dormitories and I ordered proper mattresses to be flown in from Germany.
Within forty eight hours things were already starting to take shape, our compliment of trucks and equipment had been arriving all morning. 

Our men were already hard at work, buildings were already being renovated, generators installed, fences repaired and new ones erected.

Everything was going so well that at 2.00pm I called for thirty-five volunteers to swoop down and capture the village below before word leaked out of our presence. 
With what we had seen of the local women already I had high hopes of a good haul of Aryan types in the village.

Two armored half trucks with heavy machine guns, a truck for the troops and another for any captives were requisitioned and we set off, it was approximately 15 kilometers away and the men were in great spirits.
No resistance was expected, we skirted the main roads and blocked all exits before I drove boldly into the main cobble stoned square.

With a loud hailer Heinz called in Russian for the inhabitants to come out and surrender. 
"Don't be afraid, we are looking for soldiers and saboteurs, workers and peasants will not be harmed." 
Of course that was not exactly true, but we had a specific job to do and we could not afford to be sentimental.

There were a few spasmodic shots from some deluded patriot, his fire was savagely answered and the threat quickly eliminated.
Soon reality told the villages that resistance was useless and slowly they began to emerge from their ramshackle houses and assemble in the square, some holding strips of white cloth to indicate their surrender.

Immediately Heinz organised some of the captive men and they were put to work clearing a section of the square of snow.

As soon as there was a suitable area, I ordered a table and chair to be put at one end and the area to be cordoned off with ten Waffen SS armed with machine pistols.
Two more soldiers stood to attention as my bodyguards while the rest began a search of the houses.

The depleted population that had gathered in the square numbered probably no more than one hundred. I had them divided it into three groups, Aryan females, males, others.
The males, numbering about 30 were either children or old men, I ordered them marched away and put into one of the vacant houses for later processing.
At a glance, a couple may have been of some use as labourers, the rest, old men and young boys would unfortunately have to be executed, any enemy left behinds the lines were a potential threat and I would prefer to deal with them now when I had the advantage rather then later.
A half dozen or so women were discovered still hiding in the houses and were dragged screaming by their hair into the square.
As a punishment and a deterrent for others I ordered that they be given 20 lashes across the back with a leather crop then put in the selection line up.
They were systematically stripped to the waist, held by the arms and stretched over a water barrel while one of my men carried out the punishment.
While all this was going on and despite their cries, I had the rest lined up for inspection and then paraded past me for selection.
The beatings were a good lesson for those captured to witness and bound to make them more pliable.

Returning to the selection process, the first two women had young children and some were not much more then children themselves.

I ordered any male children taken away from their mothers immediately, to me they were just  hungry mouths and as such of no value to the Third Reich.
Female children so long as the mother had some Nordic features were kept temporality with their mothers as potential breeding stock.
The sorting was a difficult task but I tried to be fair and realistic, 
The women were made walk slowly up and down, I stopped one now and again to take her measurements and to look into their eyes.

A brunette with broad hips and full breasts was the first to come to my attention.
I enquired of her name and she replied. "Lydia."
Although this was a preliminary examination I felt I was being nothing but thorough.
I had a special brief case given to me by the Reichfuhrer with a number of specialised instruments to evaluate the women's Germanic and Nordic heritage.
I opened it and removed a set of callipers especially calibrated to take cranial measurements and another metal slide rule to measure their unique  special features, eyes, nose mouth etc.
Other physical dimensions were also noted, height, breast size, waist, hips and weight, nothing was overlooked. 
Heinz took down the measurements as I dictated.

When all appeared to be satisfactory Heinz was instructed to tell the woman to expose her breasts for my final visual inspection.
Nervously while we waited, Lydia began to fumble with the buttons on her woollen cardigan and then her blouse. finally she slipped her bra straps over her shoulders and pulled her bra down allowing her breasts to tumble over it.
I cupped her left breast in my hand and noted, "firm and full", then took her thick brown nipple between my fingers and tugged on it gently while continuing to question her.

She was just the sort of woman that would be required I told Heinz. "Very good, mmm,... good thick nipples, you will make a fine German mother", I said smiling. 
I nodded to Heinz and ordered her to be put on our truck.
I signalled for the next woman to move forward and quickly dismissed a number of small dark eyed types until coming to another possible candidate.

She stood defiantly with both her arms around her young daughter, two men held her while I attempted to take her measurements, however when I took out my calipers she attempted to spit on me. 
I gave her a hard slap across the face with the palm of my hand for her imprudence.
A couple of soldiers moved forward restraining the woman's arms behind her back while another pulled her young daughter away from her.
It was enough. 

When her daughter began screaming for her mother, she became distraught.
Heinz pulled on the front of her clothing a couple of times until it ripped and she was quickly stripped to the waist exposing a magnificent pair of milky white breasts with pointed pink nipples.
I looked the young girl over she appeared to be a smaller replica of her mother.
Although her mother defiantly refused to speak her young daughter announced that her mother was called Nina and that her own name was Valeta.

"Nina and Valenta, excellent, excellent, put both on the truck, I will finish with the mother when we back at our camp."

Moving them along further, another young blue eyed woman of no more than 20 years came to my attention, she held a young baby in her arms.
I ordered her restrained and the baby taken from her.
She screamed hysterically as one of my men tore the child from her arms.

I asked the sex of the child and one of my men held it by the ankle and removed the swaddling until it was naked and squawking.

He held it in the air and I could see that it had a little penis.
"A male, it is of no use to us, let it die quickly." 
The soldier threw it over his shoulder and it was immediately buried in the recently shovelled soft snow.
It immediately went silent but the woman began raving hysterically about her baby
I then ordered her breasts revealed as with the other women, while two men held her another stripped her to the waist.
Her nipples were dark and enlarged she had been breast feeding and her breasts were full with milk.
Another excellent example of Aryan  womanhood, I had her put on the truck as well, we would soon give her another child.

There was another woman I considered a good Aryan type but she was heavily pregnant.
The Furhrer had ordered the death of pregnant women but I was always an independant thinker and ordered her put on the truck for further examination and interrogation.
Finally the selection process was finished, from approximately sixty women I had chosen just six plus two of the women's young daughters.
Many were sobbing and wondering what would become their fate, some had been stripped or partially stripped and one was heavily pregnant.

The venture was a little disappointing as more Aryan women captives had been expected, perhaps some of the population may have escaped to the forest but now the evening was approaching and it was time to be indoors, it was cold enough for us but the women must have been freezing some were still bare breasted.
I had Army blankets distributed for the journey back to the camp and the pregnant woman was invited to take the journey with me in the front seat of the armored half truck.
A cheer went up from the twenty men left to finish the job in the village as our small convoy departed.
Approximately fifteen minutes later machinegun fire was heard, those men and boys considered dangerous or of no value were being eliminated.

Thirty minutes later I could still hear the shrieks and screams carrying far up the valley as the remaining women were being used to amuse the remaining troops.

It was unfortunate but this was a war of survival, to the victor would go the women and the spoils.

Finally the transport arrived back to the relative safety of what was still our rudimentary base camp. 
It would be eventually know as "Fruchtbarer Boden."
Some of the men on duty were relieved and sent into the village to join their comrades for a bit of relaxation.

The captive women were bought into the warm barn and were allowed time to sit rest and warm themselves and gather their thoughts and their strength.

Now in relative comfort I would began a more through inspection; they were all ordered to undress completely. A naked women felt far more vulnerable and as such was more pliable and easier to control then one clothed.
There was a little reluctance but after what they had just witnessed it was rather obvious to all that they had no options.
The woman who had been so co-operative in the village again led the way and was the first to begin to undress.
By the time she was down to her petticoat the others had begun to follow her example.

I questioned at length; Her name was Lydia, she was 31 years old.
A well-built woman who had already been a mother. She had produced three female children and I had expectations that she would now produce three or four more mated with one of our Deutscher Samen.
Sitting on an old packing case she was asked to open her legs so that her genitalia could be inspected.
She had broad hips, thick labia and a full bush of hair.
I again opened my briefcase and took out a speculum and inserted it into her vagina and dilated it.

I gave her a full physical examination, she had little scaring from her previous births and was disease free, she would have no trouble conceiving or giving birth.
I calculated her menstruation cycle and it would be another 15 days before she would enter into her most fertile period.
I considered who would be the most appropriate male to impregnate her and assigned her to SS Deutscher Samen Karl --------.


The inspection continued, the feisty one who tried to spit on me was Nina 34 years and her daughter Valeta (age not recorded) Now naked and in the company of other women she submitted passively, I assigned her to Hans, her teen daughter  (age not recorded) I assigned to Herman ----------
Elena 21 years, the young mother who's baby I had ordered killed, I assigned to Otto, she was still sobbing and looked to be in complete shock so I ordered that she should be taken immediately.
Two of my Waffen SS men quickly took hold of her arms while Otto stripped off and entered her from behind, with Otto's thick cock in her she was quickly pacified.

The rest of the women watched speechless as Otto rutted her vigorously while I continued the processing, "Alona 25 years, assigned to Peter", 
Diana 18 years (with a somewhat small vaginal opening and a virgin) assigned to Heinz.

Each women was eventually inspected in the same manner, measuring, weighing and inspecting, noting their menstruation cycle, the specific days they would need to be serviced and then assigned to one of the Deutscher Samen.

The heavily pregnant woman was last, she had watched the processing of her compatriots and so had time to anticipate her own examination.

She had accepted the fact that they were all now naked and subject to my will but she was not prepared for what transpired.
When it was her turn she sat on the packing case and opened her legs as the others had done.
Not sure what to do with her or her imminent child, I decided to judge her on her merits, I admired her pregnant beauty tilting her face to look into her eyes.
With long experience of the human condition I could see there was fear in her eyes, I also recognized a hunger.
I began to question her, her name was Svetlana, she was Just 21 years old her husband had been a Russian soldier and had returned to the front.
She had not heard from him since that final night when he had made love to her and had made her pregnant. 

I noted his regiment and division, I knew from army intelligence that it had been encircled and destroyed by the Panzers of the German Fifth Army, by all account he was most probably dead.

I studied her intently from her soft brown locks to her finely made pale face and hands.
I was somehow being drawn to her beauty and moved my face lower to meet hers, our lips touched teasingly.

Unconscionably my tongue entered her mouth, as I cupped her swollen breast, her breath immediately began to shorten.
I pulled away from her face and looked lower only to see that she had opened her legs and her labia was swollen and glistening.
She had not had sex for eight months and her body was impatient to be satisfied.

I slipped my hand between her legs and she immediately let out a long uncontrollable low sigh.

I was impressed by her unbridled desire and sensuality and my penis began to stiffen.
I lifted one of her swollen breasts and took one of her thickened brown nipples into my mouth.
I could hear her heart racing, she would need to be serviced immediately.

I moved again to penetrate her mouth with my tounge, her arms now hung around my neck in an impassionate embrace.
With one hand I removed my belt and undid my trousers freeing my erect penis.

I lifted her onto her feel and pulled her towards a stool on which I reclined.
Suddenly she appeared to be awakened from her carnal desire.
She looked around realising that six of the women from her village as well as two young children were watching her.
Nyet, nyet, nyet, she repeated pleadingly.
She tried to pull away but my desire had been awakened as well.
With a quick wave of my hand two German SS men moved quickly to take her by the arms and move her into position above my straining erection.

They began to press her downwards and she began her slow decent.
She flushed bright red and whimpered as the my penis slowly penetrated her aching vagina, eventually she accepted it uncomplainingly with confused emotions.
She was beginning to feel faint, she was panting, hyperventilating, she slumped forward putting her hands once again around my neck for support and a low long moan filled the air.
Again I motioned to my men to form the remaining women into a small semi circle to observe.
The naive village women stared in startled disbelief not realising that they would all soon be in a similar situation.
I believed I had a captured a genuine Aryan nymph and she was about to perform.
Finally Svetlana realised that she was about to be raped in front all the women from the village, two of their children as well as six young smiling German soldiers who were beginning to become aroused rubbing their own cocks through their trousers, but strangely, it now seemed not to matter to her.
Her primary concern was the cock that throbbed between her legs and it was plain from her standing position that she was expected to do the rutting.
She could feel the head of my engorged penis straining and pressing against her enlarged cervix and she could feel her baby moving within her belly.

I whispered in her ear "Rut me, rut me, feel how my cock fills you, rut me,"
She looked around at the village women who stared at her disapprovingly, she hesitated only until I reached up and took a firm grasp under each of her breasts and began slowly to increase my pressure.
Her full swollen white breasts lifted and began to turn pink and swell even further standing out at right angles to her body, her big brown nipples poking forward like bullets.
Her moaning grew louder and louder and her hips began to buck involuntarily on my cock, milking it for all she was worth.
I released the pressure on her bulging milk sacks admiring their natural elasticity as they bounced up and down.

She moved her hands to my shoulders for more support and as her pace increased her breathing begin to grow fast and shallow,
I gripped her breasts and began to squeeze again changing her movement gradually from back and forth to up and down.
Her thick teats were now bulging out in front of her and her fat breasts were unashamedly flopping and bouncing up and down with her new jerking motion.
Surprisingly milk began to bead on her nipples while she began to emit intermittent high-pitched squeals as her orgasm approached. 
She was moving excitedly and uncontrollably and she now had to hold her enlarged flopping belly with one hand to steady its violent bouncing.
The muscles in her legs were beginning to ache, her hungry lust was controlling her as she began to look around again at the other startled women and children.

It seemed to her like she was in a dream all that mattered was that a thick long cock was servicing her, and her hungry lust demanded satisfaction.
Her mouth was open and she took a shallow breath each time her legs lifted her and her vaginal muscles repeatedly contracted gripping my cock, demanding its sperm.
Then suddenly in an uncontrollable reaction her vaginal muscles contracted violently holding my cock in a vice like grip and she let out a primeval scream.
An incredible orgasm overtook her and her thick brown nipples began to spurt milk in all directions, she shuddered and shook as my sperm pumped continuously filling her.

She now fainted and fell against my chest exhausted, her head hung down and her wavy fair hair fell over her eyes and into my face.
The room filled with her hormonal scent, her hands held her swollen belly reassuringly as consolation for the rough ride her baby had just been given. 
A few minutes passed my testicles had been emptied.
She moaned and slowly regained her awareness. 
I noted that her skin had changed from creamy white to flushed bright pink from her experience, I called to my men and once again two soldiers approached and taking hold of her arms lifted her off my wilting cock and back onto her feet
Her body was limp her head slumped to one side and she could no longer support her own weight 
Her legs throbbed and wobbled from her exertions, she half walked and was half carried over to a makeshift bed and allowed to lay down. 
Her head was swimming again, she knew what she had just done in front of the village women, her life could never be the same and she could not conceal the fact that she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
She had seen what had happened to other women who fraternized with the Germans, they had been stripped and whipped front and back with a cane and their heads shaved so all would know their crime.
If she survived that punishment she also knew what revenge would await her from her husband should he return from the war. 

From that day on I kept her in a private room in my quarters, I always kept her naked and would take her day and night at any time and in any position.
I was still rutting her the day before she gave birth. Thankfully the baby was born dead, I say thankfully because it saved me the task of having it killed.

That evening I ordered all the SS Deutscher Samen to secure their arms and strip for action all the women from the village would be made to rut that night.

Herman and Heinz lifted two long stools into a parallel arrangement and Otto, Peter and Hans sat naked on the first stool side by side. I called for the first three women Karina, Nina and, Elena to mount their cocks.

It was a fascinating sight; to see these women straddle the SS men's huge thick erect curving erections. 
One by one each followed the example of the other, reaching down between their legs taking a thick cock in their hand and guiding it slowly up into their tight passages while leaning forward to help its penetration.

Slowly they moved back and forth trying to ease the monsters into their dry holes, it took almost five minutes for them all to finally be fully accommodated.


To make sure each was completely seated one of my men went from one to the other pushing on her shoulders. When all were ready I took up my leather riding and gave each a hard whack on their buttocks telling them "Schnell rut, "Schnell rut, rut, 
They soon began to move up and down, slowly at first and with some difficulty.
Another whack a little harder this time and they all improved their performance.
 It was a wonderful sight to see those three naked women's asses going up and down in earnest on those thick cocks their firm breasts bouncing with the rhythm.
While these women were being engaged I ordered the next three into position on the other stool
Alona, Ekaterina and the young small-breasted Diana were to mount Heinz, Herman and Karl, in the same manner.
The youngest Diana was trembling as she took Heinz's cock in her hand and settled its head at the entrance of her opening, 
Heinz had anticipated her difficulty and had lubricated its head as soon as it had entered her orifice he took hold of her hips and thrust up hard into her, impaling her immediately.
It was a rather savage awakening for a young girl but necessary.
Soon all six women were simultaneously riding cocks like jockeys in the saddle.

Indeed a pleasurable sight.

The daughters of two of the women watched their mothers rutting and were told to take note of their performance, as they would soon have their own turn on one of my men's cocks.
For the first time they watched their mothers copulating in complete amazement.
After an exhausting half hour or so all six had their wombs filled and had to be helped off sore and unsteady on their feet.

With their vaginas stretched and full of sperm they were to be led away to join the other three women held in our cellar but not before the oldest Lydia and the two youngest Maria and Valeta were made to take cock as well.


The age of the children was uncertain possibilly early teens, their vaginas were small and sparse of hair, they sobbed, cried, struggled, and cursed as Heinz lifted them into position with a firm grip around their waist. Heinz and Otto each held a leg, which they pulled in opposite directions.
Karina, Maria's mother, sobbing, with her vagina still leaking sperm was made to hold Peters cock vertical as her daughter was lifted on to it, likewise Nina, Valeta's Mother held Karl's throbbing member as she was put on board.

It was a struggle with the young ones being so tight but once Peter and Karl had managed to get their cocks into their vaginas it was all over, still covered with sperm from their last ejaculation they slipped into their tight holes relatively easily and would not be removed until they had ejaculated once again.

Two very sore bleeding little girls soon joined their mothers.

A week later the same two young girls were spreading their legs and eagerly rutting along side their mothers.
Experience was a great teacher, it was noted that once menstruating, young girls should be put on the cock as soon as and as often as possible.
At such an early age they are most eager to learn and are completely controlled by their hormones.
The result is a young nubile nymph who quickly develops physically and has an insatiable desire for sex thus becoming pregnant sooner and extending the number of children she will ultimately be able to bear.
Herman volunteered to take the last woman, Lydia a fine mature slightly overweight woman with large breasts and wide hips, he took her standing. 
 
These six women and two young girls joined the original three we had in the cellar taking our total to eleven, they would continued to be serviced daily.

It was still very early days but everything had gone like clockwork and the Deutscher Samen were looking forward to their next assignment.

God praise the foresight of the Fuhrer! 

These otherwise useless Russian peasants would now be used to bring fine German babies into the world to re-populate the New Eastern German Territories to the greater glory of Germany, the Fuhrer and the Third Reich.

Three months passed and stores were now arriving from Germany and there was quite a bit of activity although we never seemed to have enough food for our ever-expanding family.
I wrote to the Reichfuhrer at least once a week asking for more food and supplies and although I believe he did his best, I am sure he just didnt understand how much it took to feed so many.
The whole camp was a buzz of activity and with the fresh country air one was always in good spirits.

More women were being bought in every day now sometimes in ones and twos, sometimes a dozen at a time.
Buildings were constantly in a state construction storerooms shower complexes, dining halls, recreation facilities, as well as a special building to impregnate the women and recovery rooms next door for those overwhelmed by the experience.
Work went on at a feverish pace as I expected the number of women to quadruple by next Christmas plus we would soon have our first babies to take care of.
Every detail was documented and my workload seemed to double every month leaving me less time for the women.
I continued to request more Doktors and more nurses, but they were apparently always needed more urgently at the front.
Cleanliness was most important and I ordered that all women must pass through the showers as soon as they are out of recovery. (Of course our regular soldiers stared at the naked beauties in-disbelief as they wre made to run naked between the outer buildings)
For the winter all were now issued with a single blanket and a specially designed simple garment, a "tabard"; it consisted of a two metre rectangular piece of fabric with a hole in the centre it was secured with two ties on both sides.
It was ideally suited to provide some warmth and yet leave the women easily accessible.
It could be raised for access to their sex and their breasts could easily be slipped out of each side.

   The dormitory itself was kept very warm with a fireplace at each end, so much so that most of the young girls choose to go naked indoors and it is only the older ones who drape themselves with their blanket or wear the tabard out of old-fashioned modesty.
But we did not object, education is a gradual process, besides our focus was mostly to educate the young in the ways of National Socialism.

In summer we would grow our own wheat, grind the grain to flour and bake our own bread to supplement our supply.
All this was done by our women who mostly worked naked in the fields in the tradition of our Aryan and Nordic ancestors.

The Fuhrer stipulated that cleanliness was essential to all German males and females,
It was a mark of civilisation and one of the things that separated us from the Slavic races.
Both men and women showed every morning before breakfast, and as a means of supplementing a pregnant womens diet they were allowed to take their protein straight from our men's cocks.
This did not seem to appeal to the older women but many of the younger ones quite enjoyed the taste and experience.
We had a special room made just for this purpose that was attached to the womens dormitory.
It was heated by steam and had the appearance of a sauna, it had its rules as well.
For instance it was not permitted for the soldiers to touch the women or even to speak.

I remember once standing at the end of the room adjacent the door to the womans dormitory, I watched in silence as ten naked soldiers filed in and were seated on a low bench along the wall.
I opened the door and I counted eighteen young girls standing in line.

The first ten girls were led in also naked, their terms ranged from one to nine months, in fact I recognised two of the young girls to be those we captured in our first days.
The young Angelina aged just sixteen who was already on the plump side had blossomed, her belly and her breasts had swollen and her nipples were dark chocolate brown, she must have had only a few months to go.
She was carrying Hermans baby for certain.
The other young girl was Irina, I remembered her because I had broken her in myself when she was still a virgin and a very young girl.

However I could not claim to be the father of her baby as she had at least three cocks in her that first night!

Of the other girls, all were lovely but no others were familiar to me.
Most of the seated men's cocks were already erect, as they had not had sex with a woman since they left their wives or girl friends many months ago in Germany.
The ten naked women filed past me and I remember that Irena gave me a flirting glance, which I did not acknowledge.
They stood in front of their allotted partners and at a given signal went down on their knees, took a cock in their hands and attempt to put it straight in their mouths.

Some of the men came in great spurts as soon as their cocks were grasped.
It was amusing to watch the young girls trying to catch the flying cum in their mouths.
For some of our deprived and frustrated men it usually didnt take long,

About five minutes of sucking and it was usually over, even though the girls continued to suck wilted cocks until they were satisfied they had swallowed every drop.
I watched Angelina. (As I was a little familiar with her),
Her head bobbed up and down, then suddenly her head stopped moving and she started using her hand like she was milking a cow.
It was the certain way I could tell that the soldier was in the process of emptying his testicles.
One after another the men let out a groan and lent back against the wall exhausted, arms by their sides
It was all so predictable; a few minutes later the girls stop sucking and began smiling and a very wilted cock popped from their mouths.
I checked my watch; it had taken six minutes to feed the ten girls.
Two were disappointed, their donors had cum before their cocks were in their mouths, they had lost probably fifty percent of their sperm.
A whistle was blown and the men rose and went back to the showers, the girls back to their dormitory.

I stopped Irina as she passed.
She was one of the girls whose partner has emptied his load before she was ready and I could see that she was disappointed.
She would not get another chance before tomorrow and even then would have to go to the back of the line so there was no guarantee when she would receive any protein for a few more days.
The room emptied and for a few minutes we were alone, I admired her youthful swollen body she was barely 15 years, pregnant, but hardly fully-grown!
I put my hand gently on her enlarged belly, she said the German word Vater she thought I was the father and I suppose it was possible.
I began to undo by trousers and I could see a smile come over her face, I pulled out my erect cock and she took it straight into her mouth and began to milk it.
It was pleasurable to look into this young pregnant girls eyes feeling her lips around my cock as she sucked and gulped my cream down as quickly as it arrived.
My cock slowly began to wilt but just like the other girls she continued to suck until it shrank completely and there was not the slightest drop more to be had.

It dropped out of her mouth and she looked up grinning,
I helped her up off her knees and placed my hand between her legs to feel how she had grown.
More men were knocking waiting to enter.
I stooped and kissed her forehead put my cock back in my pants and moved on to inspect the dormitory where the girls lived.

Education and exercise was important and essential to the Germanic culture.
Soldiers who had been teachers in civilian life volunteered to teach German history with special emphasis put on the very important role that they themselves were playing.

Since the death of her child Svetlana had become very withdrawn even with my constant attention.
It was almost 8.00am and Svetlana continued to wait, her breasts were heavy with milk engorged and painful since her recent birth and now with no baby to suckle she had to be milked regularly.
It is true I had become quite fascinated by her beauty and to help her out of her depression I was determined to impregnate her myself.
I would try to get to her in the mornings by 7.30 before her breasts became too painful.
I kept her naked for convenience she was beginning to get into the daily routine, she had a fine natural full brunette bush and fleshy vagina with protruding labia.
I would rut her for fifteen or twenty minutes every day savouring every moment until I deposited my sperm in her.
Our nurse would always be present and would watch until I had finished after which she would attach the breast pump and take her milk which seemed to flow most freely after these morning sessions. 
Svetlana was now producing about a litre a day.
I used her milk myself often taking it straight from her breast as it was far superior to cows milk, that was actually in short supply.
These women's precious gifts, milk, cream, cheese and a type of yoghurt were in great demand throughout the officer's mess and it was my intention that all mothers would continue to produce as an added source of rich protein.

In fact Svetlana would continue to produce for the whole time she was in my care.
But I could only give her a fraction of my time as I had a great deal of work to do.
My schedule that day included the mother's dormitory and delivery room where six women were due give birth two of which I had fertilised myself.
I entered and greeted each prostrated woman with a smile and gave each chokolate as a gift.

Naked as always they sat semi reclined in six special birthing couches which had recently been received from Berlin, especially designed and constructed for maximum comfort and efficiency.

They would sit slightly inclined forward, their bulging breasts and bellies hung down, their legs spread wide their swollen labia gaping, their knees bent and their feet in stirrups in a position much as you would ride a horse.
There was a nurse for each woman and a Doktor on standby.

I began to have an erection as there is nothing more sensual then a heavily pregnant woman ready to give birth.

I fondled their heavy breasts and teased their teats as they began to go into labour. 

A practical of application of breathing and relaxation techniques were in practice and nitrous oxide was available for pain control in difficult births.

I waited and watched as the first one gave birth and her baby dropped between her legs into the hands of a waiting nurse.
Wonderbar! An amazing sight what a pleasure it was to know that our men were producing prime examples of Aryan manhood or womanhood and that these babies inturn would produce more Aryan children until most of Europe would come under the sway of this master race.
After birthing the women were allowed to rest for the rest of the day in the recovery room at the hospital before being transferred back to their dormitory where they were given their baby to put on their breast.
However this was only until the child was judged strong enough to survive the trip to Berlin. 
It was a pity to take the babies away from their mothers but we did not have the facilities to look after babies, that was better done in Berlin where they would have access to all the best Doktors specialist nurses and nursery facilities.

The Futcher Boden camp was specialised, our task was simply to produce children.

Although initially upset when their babies were taken away, once put back into the regular servicing program where they would eventually fell pregnant again they would forget about their previous baby.

Women who had already given birth began to feel at ease and became quite familiar with the sexual procedures.
In many cases they had become enamored with their Deutscher Samen mate, who would continue to service them regularly.

It was a pleasure to see how these women had changed in their attitude and how they now accepted their new roll as German Mothers without complaint.

It was plain to see that some had their favourites (as regard to my men, they happily waited in line for their turn to be with him.) and it mattered not that he may have just rutted four or five women immediately before her.

I noted a certain gentling of their demeanour was achieved simply by servicing them three or four times per day, which was possible in the beginning when we had relatively few women to take care of.
Women serviced less then once per day often became jealous, moody or argumentive.

Those who gave multiple births were automatically awarded the cross of Honour of the German Mother (Ehrenkreuz der deutschen Mutter) Bronze 1 to 5 children, Silver 6 to 7 children  and Gold first class for 8 or more.
As I strolled between the isles it gave me great pleasure to look on these naked mothers breast-feeding their babies.

I would stop from time to time to feel the weight of their breasts heavy with milk, compliment them and to check their charts that quantified their milk production.
Those judged to be producing in excess for their babies were milked intermittently and their milk used to help bolster the diet of the expecting mothers.
I also inspect the women's vaginas to see how they have healed and to judge if and when they were ready to conceive again.
Those who have had difficult births (blood loss) and were not recovering quickly were also allowed to suckle our SS men's cocks from their bedside while suckling her baby from her breast.
Remarkably many soldiers volunteered for this duty.

We found that sperm taken regularly as a supplement to their diet had a remarkable healing effect on mothers who were enemic or who needed a special diet.

On my round of inspections I recognized Irina who now had a five month old child, she must be about fifteen years old her self but giving birth had certainly matured her body, her breasts that were no more than buds just 14 months ago were now large and full of milk, her vagina which was no more than a thin slit covered with a light fuzz is now full and ripe with dark curly hair and small dark labia that protruded when she was excited.
I examined the child who did seem to bare a slight resemblance to myself and was of no doubt of an excellent Germanic bearing.

Irina of course continued to pronounce me  "Vater, Vater" I would often visit her feel her breasts and tease her bulging nipples, she opened her legs for me and I spread her labia, she appeared well developed and well healed.

I open my trousers and let her take my cock in her mouth she gently teased the sperm out of my testicles and swallowed it down as the other women jealously watched in silence.

I called over one of our nurses and requested that she be bought up to my private apartment that evening for a personal servicing.

That night at approx. 1800 hours there was a knock on my door it was our German nurse Helga with the 15-year-old Irina come for servicing.

I beckoned her to enter and nurse Helga in white uniform led her in completely naked as was our custom.

I told Helga to undress herself, take her into the shower and wash her well.
I always enjoyed watching Helga undress in my presence, as I knew this made her feel particularly uncomfortable.
She was about 1.80 m and a good 30 cm taller than Irina, and at 35 years old more than twice Irena's age with broad hips and full breasts.
She stripped, entered the shower with Irina and began to lather her body and wash her with a sponge.
As she fondled Irena's breast I began to feel excited.
I called to Helga to make sure her vagina was clean and shaved.
I watched as Helga borrowed my cutthroat razer and delicately  removed every hair from between Irena's legs leaving her mound red with two prominent protruding lips.
My cock grew erect as I began to undress.
I was soon naked as well and got into the shower with the two women.
I asked Helga to wash my cock for me and she lathered my erect member with both hands raising my state of excitement further.

Once rinsed, I told Irina to spread her legs and lean against the wall which she did with unconcealed eagerness.

I position myself behind Irina and to embarrass Helga I asked her to get on her knees and place my cock into Irina's vagina.
She dare not disobey my order and took hold of my erect member and guided it into Irina's canal demurely.
I entered Irina slowly wishing to prolong the pleasure, but she began to buck her hips demanding my sperm.
All the time the while water continued to splash down on the three of us.
I was being highly aroused by both women and pulled out of Irina and offered it to Helga to suck.
It was strictly against the rules and she knew it but dared not disobay me.

She had hardly begun when I pulled it away from her and placed it back in Irina's aching sex.
Although Irina continued to rut on my cock, Helga's creamy naked body and full hanging breasts bought on a new desire and I had to have her.
She was a little surprised at my insistence but realised that being the commanding officer she must do my bidding.
She lent against the wall and spread her legs in anticipation of my carnal desire.

As I watched the water splash and run over her large dangling breasts and her full mature sex, I slipped my rampant cock from Irina and into Helga, she gasped as I pushed my full length slowly and steadily up into her.
Helga pleaded and whispered that she was a married woman, which only increased my desire and I started to pump her and make her heavy wet breasts swing and slap.
Irina now looked over her shoulder at us a little disappointed but I put my fingers into her crack to keep her excited.

Helga was now beginning to react to my stroke and was obviously in a high state of arousal.

But now it was time again for Irina.

I pulled out of Helga just as she was on the verge of an orgasm and slipped back into Irena's tight canal and started to seriously rut her with long hard thrusts.
She began to squeal and shudder to an orgasm and I noticed Helga now watching me with a wanton gaze.
I was about to cum myself but decided that it was Helga who I wanted to have my sperm.
I pulled out of the startled Irina and once again mounted Helga with some firm hard thrusts, which made her wet breasts, swing violently back and forth; it was enough to drive her and I both to orgasm.
I let out a groan as I felt my sperm surging into her.
After showering I took both women to my bed were I rutted them both numerous times during the night.
Both Helga and Irina conceived that night.
I am not sure if Helga's husband survived the war but her womb was going to waste and at least I gave Germany another child, which obviously her husband never had the opportunity to do.

Irina was 15 and now pregnant with her second child.

She was strong mature and loved to rut and I saw no reason why she could not expect to produce a child every year well into her late thirties.

Two months later...
Twenty percent of the consignment of captive women had already been through the reception process and had been ordered to undress for inspection.
Many stood sobbing covering their nakedness with their hands until their time came and they were ordered to sit on the table and hold their glistening vaginas open.

There was little pleasure left in the job that morning as for hour after hour I probed the woman's stretched openings.

A nurse would follow behind me with a towel and a bowl of warm water as my hands quickly become covered with their secretions and I was frequently required to stop and clean my hands.
The effort did turn up six black pearls, and dozen diamonds that three women had hidden deep in their vaginas.
I added these to my growing collection of contraband.

In the impregnation room next door,  I heard them shriek and scream hour after hour as they were secured and my men would mount and rut them six at a time. 

Many were traumatised and in mild shock as they were led away and six new women took their place.  The process continued with short intervals until every woman had her womb filled.
Finally 0900 hours and our job was finished it had gone on all night.
The women were kept naked given hot broth a bunk bed and blanket, the building itself had an open fireplace and was quite warm, soon they were fast asleep worn out and exhausted from their sexual ordeal.

Finally I too returned to my residence and started to undress in the anti chamber.
I entered my sleeping quarters dressed only in my shorts to discover that the guards had left the girl Yana (the girl I had whipped) in my personal bedroom instead of the holding room on the floor below.
She had found my bed and was sound asleep!
It had been a very stressful night for me, angrily I pulled back the coverings determined to have her evicted.
She was startled and awoke in fright, trembling she pulled herself into the foetal position while I stood in silence holding the sheet.
As if in a trance, I drank in the vision.
Her small firm breasts now bright red, marked by my lashings, her broken bleeding nipple, her golden hair, her broad hips and poking out from between her legs was a tuft of golden hair.

I felt faint, swaying; all of a sudden sleep overwhelmed me and I collapsed onto the bed.
Two hours passed before I awoke to the sunlight streaming through my window and once again the young girl who was still sleeping startled me exhausted beside me.

This was not supposed to happen, women were forbidden in my personal accommodation.
She was sleeping with her back to me.  I felt confused I lay still and marvelled at her finely shaped  neck and flawless alabaster skin.
An unusual feeling was overtaking me. 
Perhaps I was feeling remorse for striking her as I did?
She really did not deserve such a severe beating ... but it was essential to keep discipline ... and I had beaten many women before.

I kept asking myself, why I allowed her to continue sleeping?
Why did I not call the guard?
I put my hand gently on her arm but she did not wake.
I gently traced a finger down her side until I found my hand on her thigh.
Although now awake she did not speak and did not turn to face me.
I stroked her hair and her face gently as II felt a stirring between my legs.
I was beginning to feel aroused with many conflicting emotions.
I stroked her inner thigh and felt the traces of the cream I had smeared on her the night before.

I lifted her leg to see her vulva; her small lips were gaping, slightly red and bruised,
The cream I applied  was now matting her fine golden pubic hair.
Almost automatically my cock hardened and I gently placed it between her gaping labia.
She did not move but allowed me to hold her leg up while I entered her from the rear.
She was very tight, however I was of average size and the cream had lubricated her.
After several short rocking strokes I felt myself go deeper into her, she gave a little start and momentarily held her breath as I seated myself completely in her.

I did not move but breathed deeply savouring the sensation of filling her sex.
I felt a swell in my chest; I began to gently rock into her as I slowly leaned forward kissing her delicate neck ever so softly.

While I continued to rut her I raised myself on one elbow to look at her face, which I could only see in profile.
Her eyes were closed; her full red pouty lips were slightly open.
I noticed how they contrasted with four or five of her perfect white teeth, which were just visible.

And I did not previously think this girl beautiful!
Her perfection was amazing!

Slowly and very gently I increased my stroke, she was passive.
I softly touched her lips with my two fingers.
I felt my testicles tighten; she arched her back and gave a shudder and a low soft moan.
I pushed harder into her and held her tight as I felt my sperm spurting into her.
Once again I put my arm around her waist and held her as I began to gradually wilt.

A moment passed and I rolled her over and looked into her face.

Against my better Judgment and although we had not communicated verbally I was falling in love with her!

I lay with her in post-coital bliss for almost two hours stroking her hair and kissing her body before eventually rising.
I lead her into the shower and bathed her.
I lathered her with soap and sponged her body, being careful with the injuries I had caused her beautiful breasts.

I called "Fritz" (my orderly) to bring fresh towels; he arrived within minutes immaculately dressed in his white SS jacket with two white towels.
He snapped to attention ignoring her presence.

She stood naked in my bedroom in silence like a vision as I gently towelled her dry.
"Fritz! can you please bring me something to dress her wounds, she has been injured."

Fritz momentarily glanced at her breasts.
"Ja, sofort mein General!"
He snapped his heals and departed, soon to reappear with some iodine antiseptic cream and bandages.
In the mean time I dressed into a newly pressed uniform and put on my knee length black boots.
I motioned to her with kind words to come to me and for her to sit on my knee.
 I kissed her full on the lips once again.
I was captivated.

Her nipple was red and cracked and looked very painful, she winced as I applied the iodine.
I coated the bandage with antiseptic cream and gently bandaged her right breast from around her left shoulder and under her right arm.

Fritz next appeared with eggs, bacon and black coffee.
I sat at my small personal dining table, which looked out over a snow-covered vista.
Although the outside temperature was quite cold, the interior was kept warm by a large fireplace; sun streamed through the large plate glass window and illuminated Yanas porcelain skin.
I gazed in silence and in disbelief; she was radiant in her young innocent naked beauty.

I glanced at my watch and as usual I was behind schedule.
I bent and kissed her lightly on the lips while cupping her undamaged breast.
I took her leave.
"I must go", I said, but she understood no German. She no longer appeared to be afraid of me and managed a subtle smile, but what her true feelings were I could not determine.

As I arrived at my office a badly beaten soldier stood to attention between two of my personal SS Guards.
"Ja"? Sir! This soldier confessed to last night raping one of our German Mothers and begs to be allowed to live.
"Animal" I announced, you have disgraced the noble traditions of the German Army and are a disgrace to your uniform.
Permission to live denied!

Take him away and shoot him, the animal disgusts me, this sort of behaviour reflects on the entire German army.

The three of them clicked their heels and saluted, Heil Hitler!

He was taken outside without another word and within five minutes I heard a shot ring out.

Justice was done!


It was almost 8.30am I had slept in, Svetlana waited, her breasts were heavy with milk.
Six months had passed the war was going well and I am pleased to be able to say that the Fruchtbarer Boden camp was becoming a model institution. 

My favourable and detailed correspondence with the Reichfuhrer has already set wheels in motion.
One hundred more men would soon join the ranks of the SS Deutscher Samen.

Five more camps were being planed and a special institution set up in Germany to receive our new babies which would soon be arriving.

Although it was my desire to keep the camp a happy and enjoyable place to live and work, for our security the whole area has had to be enclosed and guard towers positioned at strategic points.
Even so we go to great lengths to make it resemble more of a school and recreation camp than a prison and as the weather warms and spring approaches small-supervised groups of women will soon be able to forage for berries in the woods.

Gangs of captured male labourers are not so priviledged and work night and day constructing the two new barracks to house the now regular influx of new women.
It is envisaged that the complex will eventually cover about 5 acres and contain ten long barracks that will be able to hold a maximum of five thousand women.

To enable the efficient functioning of the camp a strict regime has now been put in place and life is not as personally enjoyable for me as it once was even though our facilities have improved a great deal.
Administration duties now take up much of my time.

For the first time due to the more frequent arrivals, women are not always able to be processed immediately nor are they always the most ideal candidates but it is the best we can do under the difficult circumstances.
As the operation has expanded I am no longer able to leave the complex and the selection duties have been delegated to newly trained Ordungspolzei and Kripo now renamed and reassigned as Einsatzkommandos D.S

Currently ten of these men some with a small bodyguard detachments tour the recently captured territories liasing with the OKW, OKH, and RSHA to process refugees and displaced persons that inevitably are the result of our eastern offensives.
Their job is essentially that which was my own.
Select healthy Aryan women and arrange transport to our camp for fertilization.
As well as this a number of the women were now being trained in staff duties, cooking, cleaning and organisation to relieve our soldiers for other more essential tasks.
For the staff a normal day would commence at 5.00 am with a brisk communal shower followed by a hot sauna, preparation for breakfast was at commenced 5.30am and served between 6.30am and 7.00 am in a large common room.
Radio broadcasts direct from Berlin were now being received and over breakfast loud speakers would announce with a fanfare at 7.00 sharp the latest victories from the front, "Grodno and Rowno have been captured and Lemberg was about to fall, the Soviets fall back in total confusion.
Male prisoners are either shot or used as slaves until they are exhausted, the Reichfuher has ordered that they be worked to death as there is no room for ......in the new Germany.

The news left no doubt in the minds of our captives that struggle was useless.

The Deutscher Samen would rise at 5.30 and be ready with other staff to welcome and process new arrivals by 8.00am or if none were expected report to my adjutant to receive the list of names of the women who would require their services that day. 
Transports were generally timed to arrive over a two-hour period between 8.00am and 10.00am but there were always exceptions. 

It was true that our great work had now begun in earnest and already many of our women were now pregnant, their bellies already visibly swollen.
Even now most of the women are being serviced two or three times per week by the Deutscher Samen, younger girls being serviced more regularly.

On arrival of a transport the women were sorted as soon as possible, the youngest girls and virgins were not usually processed immediately due to their special needs and after a quick examination were generally allowed to go directly to the juvenile barracks.
Those aged late teens to late twenties who were considered to be in their prime were examined immediately and their ovulating cycle established.
Those currently fertile were sent straight to shower and then to the impregnating room, with the more mature women, between thirty and forty years processed last.
Speed was essential; it was a fact that the women were easier to handle if kept in a state of confusion or panic.

As you may well imagine these transport arrivals were chaotic events.
The women were all strangers and were generally of a very modest disposition some carried a few personal possessions, most had nothing at all.
Many young girls had arrived with their mothers and separation was usually a traumatic experience for them not to mention the way it was conducted, many women urinated or vomited due to fear and  when asked to undress in the presence of soldiers, which added to the confusion.

Within an hour of the arrival of a transport averaging fifty to sixty women we would have separated approximately ten or so fertile women and sent them immediately to the impregnation room where they would be asked to undress.
Coercion was always preferred to violence but for those who chose not to obey this request two soldiers stood by with long thin cane sticks a powerful persuader when applied to a womans legs.

I would always try to be present for the first impregnations of the day and found it stimulating and somewhat amusing to watch the women undress and then modestly try to cover their genitals with their hands.

Six names would be called out and those women would be asked to assume the position for immediate impregnation.
Of course none knew what was required and so would need to be helped, encouraged or if necessary dragged into position.

The room was not exceptional, approximately 15 x 10 meters, it had a stone flagstone floor with a timber stage two metres wide and 30 cm high that ran along the wall, a bar ran along the wall as well, much like a ballerina's practice bar to which the womens hands were secured and which they could hold for support.
Their legs would be spread wide and their backs arched over, which had the effect of presenting their vaginas and their wombs in the most ideal position for fertilisation.

Our racial expert and gynaecologist Dr Otto Decker would always be present, to ensure that no undue stress was placed on the women or that any cruelty occurred. His long experience had given him a good eye and he regularly choose women who would go on to produce twins and triplets. 
The Doktor had also been personally involved in designing the new facility and the manner of impregnation, he explained that for ease of entry and economy of sperm and maximum stimulation the women should present their vaginal canal openings at the ideal angle of 40 degrees, consequently the impregnation was done from the rear and in the standing position.

A brilliant man he was also the inventor and designer of a special shoe, which was not made for walking but to have the effect of making all women approximately the same height and keeping their legs spread wide during impregnation.
There was only one-foot size but they were manufactured in varying heights,
Made locally of oak they had oversized soles weighted with lead, the foot was secured with a single leather strap, adjustable with a buckle.
It was purposely made to release the foot if there was enough upward pressure, which might occur if my men thrust hard up into a small woman,

The front and rear of the "shoe" also had a clasp, which could be attached to a point on the floor if necessary.
This was not usually the case as the weight of the shoes, ranging from five to ten Kilos was usually enough to keep the womens legs in position.

In theory those shorter women could be raised up so as their accessibility was at the most suitable and ideal angle as all of the Deutscher Samen were in excess of six foot, it also enabled our nurses to have easy access when and if it was necessary to shave the womens hirsute pudenda.

I will now relate the happenings of the 27th of July, as an example of a not unusual day.

The truck arrived at 9.40 am and as usual there was always a fuss, with 68 women the transport was slightly larger then what was average at that time.

As was usual Heinz with his good grasp of the Russian language welcomed them and ordered them all out of the trucks, he moved among them enquiring of their journey, calling a medic for those who were ill or had been injured and generally tried to put them at ease.
Some carried small suitcases others had nothing except what the stood up in, they were generally exhausted and confused.
All were dishabille and suffering from loss of sleep, they had been on the road for six hours without food and the stress was having an effect.
Now more of our men (not in uniform) arrived with food and water and handed fresh bread out generously to gain their trust. The women grasped at the offering and ate ravenously.
At the same time our soldiers were gradually forming them into lines for the inevitable processing.
I walked up and down the lines of women trying ascertain their general condition.
Although there were plainly some very attractive Aryan women among them they were downcast and dejected and in general without hope, their spirits had been broken, 
It was my job and that of the Deutscher Samen to change this aura of uslessness and give these woman a roll in the building of the new Germany.

They would be shown that there was another way to happiness and forfullment and that would be found in the roll of motherhood.
We were after all a cultured people and with a little training these women would soon become German mothers.
Eventually they were all ushered into a common room we had signposted Reception in Russian. again to put them at and to keep them ease as there was no point causing undue panic when it was not necessary.

A desk was provided where they would check in  their personal belongings and they were told that they would be required to shower before undergoing a physical check up, they would then be allocated a bed were they would be able to rest in peace.

They moved along the line to the point of registration where their names and other relatitive details were recorded. 
There was one question among the many to which the answer was of immediate importance, it was the date that established their mensuration cycle.
Only when we had that information could we make the decision as to which women would be processed immediately and which could wait.
The question often took the women a little by surprise and they were told if they did not answer correctly they would have to undergo an examination.
None were in any mood for that they just wanted to be able to sleep.
Of sixty eight, only seven of the women were currently in or approaching their most fertile period they would be given priority to shower and unknowingly sent immediately into the adjoining room to await servicing by the men of the Deutscher Samen.

All were treated with respect and only our female staff  would be present when they were lead into the communal showers and asked to undress.
Pigeon  holes were even provided for them to secure their clothes and valuables. such was the extent we went to to ensure an efficient operation and almost always this went according to plan. 
Although some of the women were reluctant to obey the order to undress they inevitably did so
It was only when they were all completely naked and felt most vulnerable that I entered the room. 

A shreik went up immediately and they quickly tried to cover their genitals and breasts. I waited for their immediate shock to dissipate before silently moving among them admiring their nakedness.

From the list of women I called out the names of the first six who had been assessed as fertile and motioned them into the showers, they were accompanied by two German nurses who also disrobed and joined the women with soap and brush to make sure they were scrubbed clean from head to toe.
The process took about 10 minutes and as each woman emerged I helped towel her dry taking every opportunity to feel her young breasts and body they were all nervous.
When the six were dried they were measured weighed and photographed before being made run along a long corridor accross the courtyard to a seperate building which contained the impregnating room.
After they had all enterd the Guard closed the soundproofed door securely behind them.
The women's demeanour by this stage could best be described as subdued and humiliated. They still did not realise what was install for them but as each was lead onto the staging area they became increasingly disturbed.

The six were asked to line up facing the wall and asked to grip the waist high rail that ran around the wall and as each did so her wrists were quickly secured.
It was done so efficiently that there was little time for them to react and their verbal protests fell on deaf ears.

Next one of our nurses produced the appropriate sized shoes and began to fit each woman and as she did so the woman's legs were spread allowing easy access to her ripe vagina.
At least three of the current group I judged were under eighteen years and not very tall, the higher 'shoes' would be used for these girls.
 The other three were taller and aged twenty and twenty-five and twenty six, the twenty-six year old well endowed with full breasts that hung down as she bent over, all were quite good Aryan specimens.
Now their time was almost at hand but their was one more duty to perform, I parted each ones labia and inserted my fingers into their vaginas to check for valuables they may have hidden on their bodies, as I began the search the women began to sob, but unfortunately this time my search was fruitless,
As many times as I had performed this duty it always had the effect of arousing me and I could feel my penis straining against my trousers.

What was immediately noticeable while stretching the woman's vaginas was a smell of female sexual excretions, the scent of ovulation, it was a unique smell hard to describe but undoubtedly hormonal and immediately arousing to any male.

Finally it was time and I stood back and pressed the button that signalled that the women were ready to meet three of my Deutscher Samen for they were quite capable of fertilizing two women each in quick succession.
Herman lead the group a true German six foot four slim but muscular, blond and blue eyed his penis was at least 190-cm in length and was already erect he moved quickly behind one of the young girls allowing her labia lips to kiss the buldging head of his cock.
He held his position until his two comrades were also in place.
Herman had paired with  Vera, by my record she was a rather smallish young girl, just five foot three and sixteen years of age, a virgin, not having had the cock before she was trembling, her thin legs shaking visibly.
It was a sight that I always found particularly arousing.

Herman spoke to her softly trying had to calm her with some soothing words and as he did so he added some lanolin cream to his stiff cock.
By now Herman knew how virgins needed plenty of lubrication to ease their pain and aid penetration
Although restrained Vera strained her head looking over her shoulder to see what awaited her.

Whether it was the shock of seeing Herman's huge cock or whether it finally dawned on her what was about to happen it is had to know but suddenly she began to scream hysterically and struggle frantically against her bindings which I knew could only end up brusing her wrists and ankles and doing herself injury.

I immediately gave the signal and Herman slowly began to penetrate her.
Her struggling and shrieking stopped immediately and her hands gripped the hand rail, her breath began to quicken and gasp for air.
All the while the other two men and five women waited and watched.

With half his cock inserted, her virgin vagina was already stretched tight, but Herman knew by his experience and her wide hips that she would be able to accommodate him fully.
He bent his legs and took a firm grip on her hips then slowly rose up straining his cock up into the opening of her womb.
The young girl let out a piercing scream as she was fully impaled on his thick cock.
Next it was Karl's turn he had drawn with Monica.
The girl was fourteen but looked less, she was thin and looked even thinner standing in those 60 cm platformed shoes.
Karl was nearly two meters and of athletic build, his cock was not long just 190-cm but looked is as thick as one of her arms!
For such a small girl the prospect must have been unsettling to say the least.

He started to put his cock into her canal but she was nervous and seemed particularly small so the nurse was called over to apply some cream and to hold her labia open and physically place his cock in her.

This seemed to have done the trick; his cock head was now in her hole stretching it tight.
Immediately she gave a startled cry and rose up on to her toes nearly coming out of her shoes.
He withdrew a little and she moved back onto the flat of her feet her thin legs still shaking.

He gave her some soothing words again trying to calm her; he moved just his cock head in and out of her to try to loosen her up without much success.

He did not like to hurt the girls but he knew that despite their protests and although their openings looked small, ninety percent did manage to stretch enough to eventually take his whole cock.
There was only one thing left for this one, a short sudden thrust.
He bent his legs giving her a momentary respite, steadied her, griped her waist tight and increased his pressure on her hymen, she rose onto her toes once again but this time there was no relief, a quick upward thrust burst through her hymen as she gripped the rail with white knuckles.

However she was so tight that still only two thirds of his cock had penetrated her, withdrawing a little he made a stronger thrust and this time his cock disappeared completely.

Totally impaled she now began screaming for her mother and begging him to stop, her slender teenage body writhed helplessly.
I could see that her entry was red and stretched tight around the thickest part of Karls cock.
He had lifted her completely out of her 'shoes' and she was suspended completely on his cock but Herman bent his knees and a nurse hurriedly proceeded to take each foot and replace it back into her shoes and tighten the buckles
Monica was now sobbing, secured again Karl withdrew about half of that penetrated length, gripped her hips tightly and thrust up once more.
She let out another scream and her hands held the bar tight, her feet again were lifted out of her shoes allowing her skinny legs to swing in mid air.
The nurse once again approached to fasten her feet but Karl waved her back saying that he would be finished with her in a few moments.
Karl now put his hands on his hips and with only his cock holding her in position he started to seriously piston her with quick short thrusts; in less than two minutes he had done his work and had exploded a massive amount of sperm inside her.
   (An amazing and memorable experience for any young girl.)

He gently put her down and withdrew covered with blood and sperm, which still spurted from the end of his erect cock, the sight of which made those waiting womens throats dry and their vaginas moist.

Karl smiled to himself he loved to break in the young girls and this one had been exceptionally tight. Her tightness and unintended grip had had the effect of milking his cock with each of his strokes and he was looking forward to his next session with her scheduled for 9.00 am the next morning.
The restraints were now removed from her wrists and she was finally allowed to stand erect.
She was still breathing hard and short of breath.
As she was led away she had the first good look at the young man who hopefully had just inseminated her.
He gave her a glancing smile and she was taken away on trembling feet.

Along side him Herman had been rutting Vera violently his thighs slapping against her bottom and his testicles swinging between her legs, with every stroke Vera's mouth began to gasp and make unintelligible noises and it wasn't long before Herman too, gave out that masculine grunt of pleasure and bliss as his testicials began to let loose their creamy load into her waiting womb.
Waiting beside Vera and taking in the sight was Angelina her measurements were, 165-cm, she would need 20-cm shoes for best entry, her age was registered as 21 years, she had a larger frame almost plump and a very well developed firm breasts that stood pert in almost any position.
Hans was ready to enjoy himself

But even before Hans had taken up his position with Angelina I could see that this young girl was behaving differently. Whether to curry favour or just to get the ordeal over with she put her bare feet in her shoes without any help and lent forward taking hold of the bar before being instructed to do so and thrust her sex out allowing her labia to open into a perfect butterfly position.
She was obviously no virgin.
Our nurse quickly fitted her shoes and secured her wrists

Hans smiled when he saw her bright red opening, her large breasts and brown nipples.
Wonderbar
He decided to dispense with the lanolin, he placed his cock head between her labia and she bend her back further forcing her opening to swallow his cock's head. She was already breathing heavily as he began his penetration; she was well lubricated with her own juices.
One gentle thrust was enough to fill her completely with his cock, she whimpered as he seated himself to the hilt in her and started to rut.
I noticed she had his rhythm immediately and was meeting each thrust with her own.
I could see how much Hans was savouring the feeling of having his cock milked for a change, he steadied his stroke and allowed her to take control, her big creamy buttocks moved steadily and determinedly up and down riding and sucking on his cock urging his sperm forth.
He reached over and took hold of her bouncing breasts taking her nipples between his fingers tugging on them gently.

With that she started to shudder and moan loudly and her hips started to buck faster.
Hans's testicles began to rise and tighten; he let out a considerable groan and with an unrestrained spasm he filled her with his sperm to overflowing. 
His cock began to wilt and his liquid began to seep from her but Angelina had not yet sated her lust and she continued to hump him milking his testicles it for their last drop of sperm.

Hans had been totally drained and he finally withdrew his cock with an audible pop.
It hung limply between his legs, this young girl had managed what many had not.

Now there were three women were left, they waited their backs were arched their vaginas presented their labia now parted in anticipation. They had watched my three Deutscher Samen penetrate and fill their three companions with their sperm and soon they would have the same three men service them.
What emotions ran through their bodies, what thoughts crossed their minds no one can say but soon Herman, Karl and Hans were once again taking up their positions with their cocks as hard as ever.
This time upon my signal all three began their penetration simultaneously and interestingly after watching their compatriots take my men's cocks all three were wet and well lubricated and apart from a few moans and whimpers no protest was heard.
The men got on with the job at hand and within ten minutes these women too had their share of sperm from the Deutscher Samen.

They were led away to their bunks naked and they were kept that way until their fertilisation was confirmed.
The next morning their names would be called once again and they would be made present their vaginas for another servicing. 
By the end of the week even the youngest would be well stretched and well practiced on my men's cock and of course usually pregnant.

During the time spent in our camp our women and girls would learn to use the gift they had between their legs to our satisfaction and to the benefit of the Fatherland. They would learn that a woman's role was to always be available for the Aryan male and to bare him as many children as was possible. 

Before long all pretence of privacy was forgotten our women went naked proud of their swelling bodies and everyday at some time or hour new women were methodically being put on the cock. "Sie wird auf den Schwanz gesetzt" was the German term we used.

What a mighty task the Fuhrer had set us.
God give us all the strength and the will to endure and conquer.


A Disaster of the First Magnitude

I am SS-Sturmbannfhrer Dr Karl Lutze, and I continue my journal recording the progress of my secret mission to repopulate the New Eastern Territories of the Greater German Reich.

26th of December 1943, 
I received an urgent dispatch from Field Marshal von Manstein it seems the Russians had broken through our defences on the 24th and are at this moment encircling no less than twelve German divisions in the Ukraine we had lost Belgorod and were falling back to Kiev!

Although we are more than 800 kilometres away we had no reserves between the Russian front and ourselves.
        If only our forces had been able to counter attack and stabilise the front we would not have had to abandon our idyllic existence,
As it happened a great weight had just been put upon my shoulders.
At this point we had a total 2856 women 1234 of which have been with us for less than three months and are waiting to conceive, 1686 had already given birth and were pregnant for the second or third time.
It would be my sole responsibility to evacuate all the women and babies back to Germany.
I kept this information secret to avoid panic, while I continued to communicate with the front as long as possible.
In the mean time I announced that all babies would be collected and transported to a special hospital in Germany for their health and safety.
There were some tragic scenes as the mothers protested against giving up their babies, unfortunately this had to be done immediately so we would not be encumbered when the time came for our own evacuation.
Our military reversal was really a tragic disaster as we had finally settled in to a completely idyllic existence with our breeding program well underway.

There was no longer the animosity between the women and our soldiers that prevailed in the beginning, especially with the women who had been with us for a year or more, they had grown used to our procedures and routine and were so used to going naked that they found clothes uncomfortable.
One hundred, five hundred or a thousand naked women at any one time, could be seen working, cooking, cleaning or just chatting and relaxing in the sun, that was a normal day.
To choose one to play with one or more was an every day occurrence that was no longer seen as an excess but a privilege especially with the young teenagers who would flirt with my men and compete with each other.
All this had to end and a plan formulated for evacuation.
A Red Cross truck was ordered to evacuate the most recent babies, initially to Norway and when it arrived there was a woeful scene with hundreds of crying mothers making a very sad spectacle.

My Deutscher Samen made sure that those who had given up their babies were compensated with extra and longer visits over the following week.
It was a convenient and pleasurable way to take the women's minds away from pining for their missing child or children.
I am pleased to say that quite a number of women were impregnated for the second and third time during this period and that also seemed to brighten their spirits.

I sent a requisition to headquarters for two thousand woollen army uniforms as the women had no clothes for their journey although I had put by a small number of confiscated expensive clothes, mainly furs, coats, jackets and stoles but a few good thick woollen and leather coats as well.
I had to choose who would go and when, to leave them would be a death sentence.

The Russians were noted for not taking prisoners.
The thought of what they might do to my lovely Irina, Svetlana, and Yana, not to mention all the other lovely women was just too horrific to imagine.
I resolved to do my best to evacuate everyone.
On the very next morning I ordered all our trucks be made ready to start the evacuation of all the heavily pregnant women (those over seven months)

Although I made every attempt to keep every one calm rumours of a great German defeat had already begun to circulate.
Belgorod had been lost to the Russians with enormous casualties. Our great debacle was about to begin.
That autumn our men were sacrificed by the thousands on the Ukrainian steppes.
You may think that the Russian women would be pleased to see their country folk again?
Not so, the vast majority were petrified of what would happen to them if they were captured by the Russians.
Only a few of those recently received by us had any idea or thought about being liberated.
Consequently I decided that these would be the last ones to leave the camp.
We had only fifteen serviceable trucks with which we would attempt to reach the rail terminus at Lovov.
I provided all the women with papers signed by the Reichfurher himself and I had his word that a special red-cross train would be waiting on the 25th of January.
Our final destination was Koniensberg on the Baltic Coast.

   How long this would take and what difficulties we would encounter no one could predict.

A great deal of anticipation and nervousness surrounded the camp although everything continues to function as normal.
A supply truck finally arrived and all the women were fitted out with a mixture of German uniforms with some having to be modified to accommodate their swollen bellies.
An assortment of coats and hats were also included.
What we ended up with was a mix of service uniforms with different hats and gloves, boots and shoes, a strange arrangement but at least they were warm.
Some of the women who were adept with a needle and thread made adjustments and modifications to accommodate their swollen bellies, soon all were ready.

The first five trucks were loaded with straw for warmth and covered with canvas to keep away cold and prying eyes, four armed guards were posted to each transport for the women's protection and on the 7th of January with no news from the front I ordered the first of the trucks to depart, taking back roads where possible.
The 9th of January my men reported Russian aircraft overhead and I ordered that the camp be camouflaged and all windows blacked out and taped as a protection against injuries from shattered glass.
The 12th of January four of our trucks have returned and I ask for a full report from the Kaptain.
I was told that one truck had been destroyed by Russian strafing from the air and approx. 60 pregnant women killed plus four of our Waffen SS Guards.
There were no survivors!
The convoy had become strung out and the single truck had been caught in the open.
A shocking and sad day for us all, as we read out the names of those pregnant mothers and soldiers killed.
The main road to Kiev was now becoming chocked with retreating soldiers, I was so glad that I had sent the babies on ahead.
The situation was already far worse than I had expected and I ordered that the next transport out be readied immediately.
All fourteen remaining trucks were loaded with almost 1500 hundred women, crowding was unavoidable.
A feeling of panic was now pervading our whole community.
About this time I received a communication from my friend of many years Field Marshal von Manstein and the news was very grave indeed, the Russians had broken our defences, we counter attacked as expected however the field marshal's view was not optimistic.
Already Zhitomir and Korosten had fallen and a Russian push was being made to the south towards Kovel - Korsun where 20,000 of our troops were in danger of being encircled.
The Eastern front was in total turmoil, we had to evacuate urgently as it was not certain how close the Russians actually were.
Left were 1234 women who had not yet conceived, and another 142 who were pregnant, plus, staff, Doctors Nurses and Officers and our SS Wiking detachment of approx. 250 men.

I ordered that my favourites Irina, Svetlana and Yana be bought to my private quarters where it was warmer and safer.
They were all naked as was usual and huddled together for warmth.
That night I had Fritz bring up a selection of warm clothes that had be confiscated and saved from past transports while I opened some Champagne and put on the gramophone to lighten the moment.
That night we had a party!
I called the girls in to my living room telling them that I had a surprise in store for them.
They squealed with excitement when they saw the clothes and scrambled amongst a small mountain of dresses, skirts, Jackets and furs.
We had grown so accustomed to seeing them without clothes it somehow seemed to change there personality to see them in clothes!
I called our nurse Helga in to join our festivities and she promptly volunteered lipstick and shoes for them that she had secretly stowed away.
I opened a safe and bought out a selection of jewellery (also confiscated) and gave each one a piece.
I explained that should the need arise they should sell it or use it to bargain with as of course none had any money.
Each piece was small but of 24 ct. gold and studded with either diamonds or other precious stones. (All quite valuable pieces.)
I kissed each one in turn and pinned the broach on the shoulder of their dresses.
They were excited and whirled around and around in their newly fashionable clothes with furs draped around their necks as if going to a night at the Opera.
The sight was surreal; I had never seen them look so beautiful.
It was probably the last time we were all happy and carefree together.
The girls, laughed, sang and danced while we all drank bottle after bottle of French Champagne thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of each others company.
Over the next two weeks as each transport returned it was reloaded with women and refuelled for its return trip.

By the ... all but a skeleton staff, myself, Yana, Svetlana, Irina and the six Deutscher Samen, plus 30 Waffen SS troops and 92 of the most recently captured women remained.
In an effort to make all the remaining women conceive they were being rutted by my Deutscher Samen troopers regularly around the clock.
Our six men would go from one to the other with no more than a fifteen minute interval, after two days and with little sleep their passages were red raw but by the time it had come for our departure all except four had conceived!

20th of January.
Four trucks have returned empty but with sad reports, we had lost another truck, it seems it was stopped by an Oberlutanent Hans Danke and the women made to get out and replaced by the walking wounded, many were raped and mutilated by the retreating soldiers and left to die in the snow despite my officer's protests and letters of passage from the Reichmarchal himself.

Discipline was disintegrating in our desperate retreat.
I recorded all eyewitness accounts in detail with the intention of finding the men responsible and bring them to justice when I returned to Germany.

27th of February
We were again bombed and strafed by some Russian planes fortunately we seemed to have been an opportune target and the causalities and damage was remarkably slight.
Two soldiers killed and four women wounded.
Next day on the 28th I had four of the remaining trucks loaded with the remaining women, we made every effort to evacuate everyone now as shelling could now be heard continuously, the front was no more than 50 kilometres.
With all remaining women on board with guards they departed immediately,
 I now made plans to defend the main building which was a natural strong point with strategically placed panzerfaust brigades and two Pac 88 anti aircraft batteries camouflaged and dug it to cover the approaching roads and valley below, these weapons could be used very effectively against aircraft or with their barrels lowered to horizontal against tanks.
All available vehicles, several cars including my Mercedes sedan and three half-track transports, all remaining provisions were systematically loaded and all unnecessary records burnt.
On the morning of the 3rd of March we observed two Russian tanks enter the Village below accompanied with perhaps two companies of Russian regulars.
The next day we were receiving fire from the two tanks while their infantry attempted to cut off our retreat.
It was finally time to leave.
After loading vital files into my Mercedes, I assembled all the staff, Nurses, Doktors, and a few civilians who were left and told them of our position.
They were to arm themselves and climb on board our remaining trucks.

Approximately 10 Waffen SS volunteers would stay and fight a rear guard action enabling the rest of us to make our escape, twenty-four hours later they would attempt to disengage the enemy and break out in small parties and join up with us again when possible.
Surrender was not a consideration.

6th of March
With our communications cut and coming under steady fire I decided to wait no longer,
That evening I told Irina, Svetlana, Yana, to dress in the new clothes I had given them and rug themselves up for the cold.
The three appeared each wearing a full length fur coat with fur beret, they all squeezed into the back of the Mercedes and I sat in the front in my dress uniform grey great coat with a machine pistol in my lap.

Fritz my loyal orderly now in regular fatigues and greatcoat, fur hat and scarf was our driver.
Two half track vehicles led our column, accompanied by four motor cyclist with sidecars mounted with machine guns, followed by my Mercedes and five smaller sedans driven by my Deutscher Samen SS and carrying their favourite women followed by four large transport vehicles caring our staff and supplies, two smaller trucks towing gun carriages came up the rear.

As our column pulled away I could already see the Russian tanks begin their way up the winding mountain road towards our encampment.

I continued to observe their advance through my binoculars for as long as possible as we departed and saw the puffs of white smoke emerge from there gun mussels and a roar and a deafening crash as the shell bursts into the nearby pines showering us with shrapnel and splintered timbers,
A moment later I heard the crack of our eighty eights and both tanks were engulfed in flames; our hidden and camouflaged rear guard had taken their revenge.

Russian regulars were no match for our fearless Wiking SS!
A twist in the road and the fighting was now out of sight although I continued to hear the rattle of heavy machine gun fire and the thud of artillery.
It was with heavy heart that I took my seat again and put away my glasses, we had left in the nick of time the Russians were close in pursuit and could already have us surrounded.
I glanced at Fritz and told him we would all have to count on each other if we were to survive.
I glanced into the back and saw my lovely women huddled together in their furs it somehow gave me a feeling as if we are a family going on an adventure, they laughed and joked and tried to make light of our situation but there was an underlying sense of terror.
Five Kilometres on we came across one of our earlier transports it had hit a mine and been ambushed.
My men stopped instantly and swarmed into the surrounding vicinity but alas the criminals had escaped this time.
I told the women to cover their faces as Fritz bought the car to a halt.
He kept the car running while I walked with half a dozen soldiers towards the wreck with my pistol drawn.
The truck had been the last to leave approximately forty-eight hours earlier and had contained approximately fifty women, now their blood stained bodies were strewn over the snow.
Our Doktors searched franticly for signs of life, some had obviously been killed in the initial attack with mangled limbs, others had obviously been dragged half alive from the wreck, raped and tortured.
Four women had obviously died hideous deaths, lying side by side in the snow with their pregnant bellies slit open; their remains had obviously been eaten by wild dogs.
These were our most recent captives that we had only a week ago impregnated.

Sadly it was our Doktors opinion that these women would have lived long enough to see what was happening to them.
Raped and disembowelled.
Further on we discovered that two of our men had survived the attack only to be castrated and tortured to death as well.
The Russians were animals.

I swore an oath that day that I would give no mercy should any fall into my hands.
After fifteen minutes it was determined that no enemy remained in the immediate vicinity and that unfortunately none of our brave German soldiers or our women survived this encounter.
I ordered the column to spread out further to ensure that the whole column could not be taken by surprise and to continue on.
As soon as possible we would depart the road and take to the fields to lessen the risk of ambush and mines.
Not ten minutes further into our journey I heard machine gun fire.

As we turned the bend a tragedy came into view.
One of our outriders had been hit; both motorcycle and sidecar had been destroyed.
Snipers were in the trees!
As usual my men were already circling the enemy and preparing to flush them out.
I had no doubt as of the outcome but each delay bought the advancing Russian troops closer.
I ordered the column on despite the risks.
Fritz steered the Mercedes off the road and between the trees when possible our outriders fanned out accordingly trying to keep the road in view but weaving between the trees to become a more difficult target.
Ten more minutes and more gunfire ahead, I was beginning to fear that our retreat had been cut off.
Our vehicles once again came to a halt; it was beginning to snow as I used my binoculars to scan the way ahead.
My men had taken cover and within minutes were covered by the falling snow.
Ten minutes behind us of course were our four transports with the remainder of our women and staff; it is vital that these women, our staff, files and equipment do not fall into the hands of the Russians.

More sniper fire, this time a bullet passed through our car's door!
Franz and myself automatically threw ourselves out into the snow. 
The women were panic stricken.

I leaped to my feet and opened the rear door, calling to the women to get out as quickly as they could.
They stumbled and struggled, falling over each other in their haste but soon all of us were laying in the snow behind the Mercedes.

Fritz noticed some cover just ahead of us and we crawled over on our stomachs.
As bullets whistled over our heads we fell in between two fallen logs that would give us some temporary protection.

More shots rung out and I could see that our car had now been targeted.
We had discovered a little safety for the moment but our position was precarious.
Survival for the next ten minutes or until our rear guard arrived and rectified the situation was crucial.
Bullets now seemed to be coming from all directions and I was not sure of who was firing at who, our men were dispersed and I had no idea of the Russian positions.
All five of us lay still and silent between the two logs a mixture of greatcoats and furs all trying desperately to blend into the snow,

Fritz was at one end myself at the other, Svetlana nestled trembling under my left arm, and in my right hand I held my machine pistol at the ready.
Fritz likewise had gathered Yana and Irina under his greatcoat.
Suddenly I sensed movement over my right shoulder, a quick glance revealed twenty or so Russian soldiers moving stealthily and silently through the trees hoping to take my men from behind.
We were in luck once again, it had begun to snow and we were gradually being covered with a mantle of white, our position between those two logs saved our lives and that of many others.
I silently motioned to Fritz the danger, we put our heads down and lay motionless while they passed within meters.

As the last Russian moved away Fritz and I crawled out between the logs and took steady aim with our machine pistols.
As I silently signalled we both opened fire simultaneously, four or five went down immediately shot at point blank range from behind, our own troops alerted now began firing back, we were in fact in danger of being caught in a crossfire and killed by our own men.
   The Russians being totally surprised now attempted a retreat, they still did not see our hidden position and began to run directly towards us,
   I shot one after another, Fritz was taking his toll as well between us six or seven more were killed in immediate succession, one even dived for our log for cover but not before Fritz almost decapitated him with a burst from his machine pistol.
His lifeless and bloodied body fell atop the huddled women who screamed at this surprising and unlikely intrusion.

   My heart was in my mouth, I now realised how much I was in love with these three lovely women.
I could only think of their safety and I leaped up with no concern for myself.
I was immediately hit in the arm and thrown off balance falling on top of the dead Russian.
The pain was excruciating but I came to my senses as Svetlana dragged me back to the protection of our logs.
We had survived a most deadly encounter and at last now our rear guard vehicles were coming to our defence and once our heavy guns were bought to bear the Russians fell back into the trees.
Fritz and I by luck and our alertness had held off the Russian entrapment and had managed to kill quite a number ourselves.

Soon all was quite again and we were counting our loses.
Seven of my men were dead and three were wounded as well as myself.
We discovered forty seven Russian bodies, they had really got a mauling.
One of our Doktors dressed my wound and my arm was put in a sling and a greatcoat draped over my shoulders.

I was pouring over the maps we had of the area trying to put the situation into perspective when there was a commotion.
Half a dozen Russians had been captured and were bought into our circle.
My commanding officer announced, these men are partisans caught with weapons!

I called Heinz to translate and asked them how many of their men were ahead of us and where were their positions, naturally they all refused to speak.
I noticed that one was wearing a women's scarf, it had been one that we had issued to those who had been ambushed and murdered.
This man and this whole group had obviously been involved.
The thought of what those poor women went through before their deaths made me livid with anger.
I wanted to kill them all immediately but I had to bide my time, it was essential that we discovered what our opposition was ahead.

I had them stripped to the waist, their hands bound tightly behind their backs with fencing wire and pushed to their knees.
Heinz questioned them again with no success, I am sure they were all prepared to die then and there but I would not make it so easy for them,
I looked at the man who wore the scarf, took a bayonet from one of my men and slowly inserted it just below his rib cage, keeping the wound shallow as I pushed the blade down below his waist.

The cut itself was not life threatening and of course he let out a howl but the effect it had on his compatriots was immediately effective as his intestines fell out onto the snow.
He continued to scream, they were all shaking uncontrollably and now only too willing to tell us all they knew.

The wounded Russian would die a slow and painful death bound by fencing wire and left in the snow to be eaten alive by wolves.

That evening through threats and torture we learnt from our prisoners that the Russian forces had captured Belgorod and were pushing our men back to the Dnieper.
We were in danger but thanks to some of the local information we were able to circumvent the main road and take refuge that night in a small collective village that lay up ahead.

I ordered that once interrogated the others should be beaten and hung by the neck from the trees as a warning to others.

Our column rolled on and into the enemy village taking them completely by surprise.
Three or more peasants began to run and were shot immediately.

The rest of the commune, eight older women, five girls and five old men were put to work rounding up food and firewood for us of which there was precious little.

As all our lives were certainly in peril I gave my men permission to enjoy themselves with the Russian peasants, but first we still had four of the recent arrivals that had not yet conceived.
They were bought out and four of the Deutscher Samen took them into the kitchen, they were made lift their skirts and give our men access to their wombs.

I watched to make sure they were given the right attention and was pleased to record that my men were making every effort, they were rutted hard and long and left only when their vaginas were full, leaking with sperm and they totally exhausted!

It was a brief distraction, for in the far distance I could hear the thump of heavy guns, while closer at hand I could hear the Russian village girls squealing as my men began to entertain themselves by stripping all the women of the village,
Old and young alike were all made go from one soldier to the next sucking their cocks until they ejaculated into their mouths.
A great cheer went up each time the soldier unloaded his sperm.
It was a harmless game that went on for some hours, while I poured over our maps trying to decipher the quickest and safest route to link up with our troops in Kiev where I felt sure we would regroup and counter attack.
   We had lived through an extremely dangerous day but seemed to have bonded us all closer together.
After our evening meal I could not wait to have the lovely Svetlana, Irina and Yana next to me
I climbed into the loft where the women rested together.
I wearily snuggled in between them, gently opening Svetlana's blouse and taking her nipple into my mouth.
We all soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
In the morning I was awakened by the unmistakable sound of a woman being rutted, looking down from my loft I could see my men fast asleep except one young teenage girl who was being unmercifully reamed by one of my men.
It was still dark but I was pleased to be awake, it was time to move, there was no time to loose.
I rallied my men who consumed anything that was eatible from the commune and carried away anything else.

There was little chance of the peasants survival without food and a great deal of animosity if any did so I decided to execute all the males and the older women.
They we led naked into the snow the six men three women and two boys ordered to kneel and a pistol put to their heads.
A loud simultaneous bang was heard and they all tumbled head first into the snow.
I kicked them all to make sure none were left alive.
There were just five young girls left aged from about twelve to nineteen, hardly Aryans but they may be of some help in the future.
They had all been taken multiple times during the night and were at least good for my men's moral.
We loaded them onto the transport trucks with the soldiers, set fire to the buildings and moved on.
I am sure they were given a good education.

We rolled on westward towards home and Germany.


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