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Deutscher Samen SS Chapter 1 From the secret diaries of Dr Karl Lutze
   By Herman Klause Hauptmann
   (Known simply as Herman in the ASSTR Authors section)
   Caution Adults Only!  DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE less then 18 years of
age or are OFFENDED BY THE FOLLOWING Rape - War - Murder Cannibalism -
Anti-semitism - Non-consentual sex - MFf+ Virgins raped - Pregnant sex -
Humiliation and Subjugation.
   Story relates to the German invasion of Russia in the Great War 1939 -
1942 and the systematic impregnation of captive Aryan women.  Many
characters places and events took place, are true or did exist and there is
more that one end to this story for those who look closely.  War is Hell.
   (this chapter 9,090 words)
   .
   The year is 1984.  It begins in the outer suburbs of a town called La
Varilas, a dusty backwater in Argentina South America.  It is a dusty
sleepy town like many small Argentine towns and I have lived in many
similar towns over the last ten years.
   I live or rather survive in a small two storied mud brick villa, the
only pleasures of my old age, an old cat and my small geranium garden
enclosed by a two metre wall.  I seems like I have always lived just one
small step ahead of those who would capture or murder me.  The Americans
stopped looking for me just ive years after the war, even the Russians
eventually gave up, but the Jews have never stopped hunting me.  The devils
want to parade me as some sort of monster and put me on trial in Tel Aviv,
but that will never happen I can assure you of that.
   But they have succeeded in making these last forty years of my life
difficult I must confess, I rarely venture outside my villa walls and
whenever I have to leave its protection I always go armed.  I know that I
will never be taken alive.  I have been condemned by circumstance to live
without my loved ones with just my books, my photographs and my memories to
console me.  I am too old to run anymore, let them come, let the Jews come
for me now, I will be as ready for them now as I was then...
   What do they know anyway?
   Almost all of the Furhrer's great works have been destroyed, but the
work I did for the Fuhrer and for Germany lives on through my progeny and
that of the Deutscher Samen SS!
   This is my story.
   It seems like a lifetime ago but once I had another Country, another
home and another life.  A life that had meaning, honour, duty and love, a
time when Germany and its people were strong and we feared no one, a time
when we ruled Europe and almost ruled the world!
   I was born in that wonderful, cultural, university town of Heidelberg,
Germany, in 1901, my parents were capable middle class God-fearing
Protestants.  Konrad, my father I remember well, he was a careful, cheerful
career policeman who had used his considerable influence to keep me out of
the First World War.  He had always wanted something better for his only
son and spent most of his meager savings to make sure I had a good
education, I was sent to university, majoring in History, Art and
Philosophy.  I suppose I always had a political leaning.  I Joined the
Freikorps in 1920, but was even at that time being drawn into the circle of
the National Socialists.
   It was in a beer hall I first heard the Fuhrer speak in 1927 and was
astounded by his enthusiasm and clarity of thought.  I joined the Party a
year later in 1928.  I was married in 1930 to my wife Martha and had two
children Wilhelm (Willie) and Franz who I am proud to say were at that time
members of the fledgling Hitler youth and who are now successful praticing
Doctors in the New Germany.  I volunteered and saw service in Spain during
the Spanish Civil War and in 1929, joined the Ordnungspolizei, one year
later with my "active duty" experience behind me, I was promoted to the
Kriminalpolizei Berlin.
   During this time I met with many who came to hold important positions of
leadership within the Third Reich.  A personal and sociable disposition
made me popular among my peers and because of my experience and wide range
of personal connections I was often invited to private dinners and state
functions.
   In short I was a person who people could not afford not to know.
   Many influential people were among my personal acquaintances including,
Joseph and Magda Goebbels, Rudolf Diels, Hermann & Carin Goering, Hans
Fritsche, Wilhelm Frick, Friedrich Flick, Otto Diedrich, Ulrich Greifelt,
Richard Hildebrandt, Leni Riefenstahl plus many others whom I am still not
at liberty to name.
   About this time it was suggested to me that I make an application to
join the personal staff of the then Chef der Deutsches Polizei, Heinrich
Himmler.  I did so and was accepted.
   I soon held the senior position of Oberleutnant within the Geheime
Staatspolizei (commonly refered to as the Gestapo) and had a private office
on the Prinz Albert Strassa Berlin.
   I always kept a low profile and I often wore civilian clothing to
conceal my rank.  Few actually knew either who I was nor what my role was.
This was exactly how I wished it to be and was a great help when I
eventually had to flee Germany after the war.  My true name even now cannot
be disclosed, not for myself but for the protection of others.  For the
convenience of this story you will know me now by the name of Dr.  Karl
Lutze a name I used to disguise my true identity and escape in 1946.
   Old as I am, there are still those who would persecute an old man whose
only crime was to love his Fatherland and to follow his Fuhrer's orders to
the best of his ability.
   To make mothers of those women who were captured or fell into our hands
and to give them love, protection and comfort in an uncertain time of total
war where their chances of survival would otherwise have been minimal.
   To bring death and havoc to the enemies of Germany to keep our blood
pure and to raise our nation up as the natural leader of the peoples of
Europe!
   For this they say I have committed "war crimes." I have been accused by
some of those very women whom I certainly saved from certain death at the
hands of the Jewish Bolshevik criminals, or our own desperate soldiers
intent on revenge in the last stages of the war.
   In order to correct these misconceptions I will now describe a number of
events that took place during those war years.
   I write of war, of life and death, of love, of bravery and honour for I
was privileged to be a soldier for Germany in the Great War of 1939 to
1945. I write these memoirs from notes I took at the time (sometimes
transcribed word for word from my note books), certain wartime
correspondence and photos still in my possession plus my fading memory. 
War is chaotic it is brutal it is not always heroic, it is not always
noble, war changes one's perspective on everything, but I believe that what
we did was in the main, heroic and noble.
   Some may accuse us of being over zealous in our work but unless you had
experienced the enthusiasm of the spirit of National Socialism I must tell
you that you cannot judge us.  It was a different time, a time when all was
possible and the Fuhrer's will was absolute.
   It must first be noted that often when I say, "I said this or that" to a
Russian and then tell of the reply, you must understand that very few
Russians spoke German and I never did speak Russian, on most occasions it
was Heinz or some subordinate who did the translation but for convenience,
this is meant to be understood.
   I must also apologise if some of the dates and details are not correct
in every aspect.  Every effort has been made to check and verify but as our
mission was secret few documents still remain in existence and many who had
such knowledge are now dead.  I often have to rely solely on my memory.
   However I do remember vividly that day at 5:30 a.m.  on 22 June 1941,
when I heard on the radio that the German ambassador had met with Molotov
to announce a declaration of war on the basis of gross and repeated
violations of the Russo-German Pact.  The largest German army ever
assembled faced the Russians along a 3,000 kilometre line from the Barents
Sea to the Black Sea.  Our response took them totally by surprise.  With
three army groups, North commanded by Field Marshal Wilhelm von Leeb,
Centre commanded by Field Marshal Fedor von Bock, and South commanded by
Field Marshal Gerd von Rundsted (a personal friend).  We (the Germans)
planned to destroy all Soviet resistance in swift advances on Leningrad,
Moscow, and Kiev.  Subsequently, the German armies were to occupy a line
reaching from Archangel on the White Sea to Astrakhan on the Caspian Sea.
An magnificent and unprecedented achievement.
   On the 3rd of September 1942 I was ordered to report to the Reichsfuhrer
Heinrich Himmler himself.  I was 40 years old.
   We had first met in 1933 at a beer hall party rally where we had shared
our views about the Jews, eugenics and our general disenchantment with the
Government.  We had formed a loose association and promised to help each
other where and when we could in the future, but our paths had parted and I
had not seen him since.  As was my habit I dressed in civilian clothes with
a tweed overcoat and scarf and that morning after a 45 minute wait I was
ushered into his huge office.  I was immediately impressed with its sombre
opulence, polished marbled floors, rich oak timber and black leather
furnishings.  I even recognised some very famous works of German art by
Ernst Lieberman, everything expressed the vision of a New Germany.
   I stood to attention in awe and silence looking straight ahead.  The
Reichsfuhrer was in his black SS uniform with swastika armband, he was
dressed immaculately and wore highly polished knee length black boots.  He
did not look at me at once but sat head down studying some documents and
photographs before an imposing desk.  A large illuminated marble globe of
the world surmounted by a silver eagle holding a gold swastika in it's
claws rested near his right arm.  A huge ceiling to floor, red white and
black Swastika flag hung on the wall directly behind him.  Five minutes
passed in silence before he finally looked up with a smile.  I immediately
went to give the party salute when he stood, offered me his hand and spoke
softly, "So glad to see you again, Herr Dr Lutze".  I was taken by surprise
by his informality and shook his hand.  "Please be at ease, we are old
friends after all.  I have called you in because I have a mission in mind
that I have taken a personal interest in.  It will take a special sort of
man and Mien Herr Doktor and I believe that you may be that man!"
   I was intrigued and a little mystified.  "Come with me, he said, let me
explain."
   He led me over to a darkened corner of the room where a projector and
screen had been set up, he clicked a switch and the flickering film began
to roll.  It showed our troops in the east rounding up and processing long
lines of civilians.  It was accompanied by a commentary by Dr Falk Ruttke
pointing out the corrupting influences of Jews, Gypsies and inferior races.
   There were many Jews, Gypsies and pathetic images of prisoners of war
who were being led away to work or for those judged dangerous to
concentration camps.  It rolled on for about fifteen minutes, then suddenly
the camera zoomed in on the face of a young blonde girl with obvious
Germanic features, then another and another, then a dozen who stood naked
in the snow.
   "Herr Doktor, these are Germanic women would you not agree?"
   I put on my glasses and looked closer, it was true these women were fair
skinned with high cheekbones, blonde hair, broad hips and full breasts all
obvious Germanic traits.  "Of Course, Mein Reichsfuhrer!" "Herr Doktor,
with these women we have discovered a treasure for Germany that will renew
it self indefinitely, this is a treasure worth more than gold to us!  Herr
Doktor what I need is a man who can go to Russia and rescue these women
before they can be fouled and corrupted by these Jews and Gypsies.
   This is a very important project that I have been working on for some
time and I am pleased to be able to tell you that its planning is already
well in advance, I have already chosen a number of young men who have
special capabilities, but Herr Doktor, they do not have the experience and
discipline that I believe you will bring to this mission."
   He took a black file off his desk and began to leaf through it
thoughtfully.  "Herr Doktor, you have an exemplary record in the Kripo
(Kriminalpolizei)....  Germanic parents, racially pure, a scientific
interest in Eugenics, a Doctorate in History and Philosophy and I think you
have demonstrated your personal loyalty to me and to the Party, yes, a very
suitable man by all account.
   What do you say Herr Doktor?"
   Naturally I was a little overwhelmed but without hesitation accepted
this commission without really understanding what my roll would be.  I
saluted, "Heil Hitler" we shook hands and I was promoted then and there, to
the military rank of Obergruppenführer SS.  .  Of course I was only too
pleased to put my knowledge and experience to good use in our time of war.
The Reichsfuhrer then opened an adjoining door and six immaculate young men
in black SS dress uniform paraded in and snapped their heels to attention
giving the "Heil Hitler" salute.
   The Reichsfuhrer then introduced me as their comanding officer,
Obergruppenführer Dr Karl Lutze.  They looked remarkably similar with the
exceptions of straight or wavy hair, and a slight variation in height, they
were all blonde and blue eyed and very athletic in build, these men would
be the advance guard of an estimated one hundred men at that time still in
training.
   They were then each introduced to me individually.  Stepping forward
they saluted clicked their heels and gave their name and rank.  For their
security (for these men still live) I will only refer to them by their
first names, which were, Heinz, our translator, Herman, Karl, Hans, Otto
and Peter.
   The Reichsfuhrer explained that these men had been given the Fuhrer's
permission to wear a special armband insignia "SS Deutscher Samen" to
signify their special and unique status.  All had been chosen from the best
German families whose ancestry could be traced back as far as 900 years. 
As far as it could be judged they were of the purist Aryan stock.  Although
we have many good Germans amongst the ranks, the Deutscher Samen SS were to
prove themselves time and time again as extraordinary men.  Chosen because
of their youth, physical perfection, intelligence and the prestigious
quantity and quality of their sperm, It had been justly calculated that
these six men could impregnate 10,000 women in just one year!
   I soon found my new command to be a challenge and it would be refreshing
to be away from the intrigues of city life and back in action.  It was to
be an honour to be the commander of this special SS unit, and that the six
young men that I was to lead would become close and lifelong friends.  We
had indeed been given a special mission with an almost unheard of degree of
flexibility.  It would include the cleansing of the newly taken territories
of the former USSR and the establishment of "Lebensborn" (spring of life)
in a very practical sense.
   A new land and a new existence for Germanic peoples.  It was a grand and
idealistic scheme that could only be conceived by a genius and of course
Germany was blessed with such a man in the person of the Fuhrer, Adolf
Hitler.  This audacious plan would be achieved by cultivating an "elite".
It would be based on criteria of physiognomy, mental and physical
characteristics, spirit and leadership.  We would seek to consciously breed
a racially organised order which would combine charismatic authority with
bureaucratic discipline.  I would have complete autonomy, answering only to
the Reichsfuhrer Heinrich Himmler himself.
   My primary commission would be to take all measures to strengthen German
ethnicity in the occupied territories and to create lebensraum, or living
space for German citizens.
   The next weeks were spent studying maps of the area and getting to know
my men.  On the 15th of November 1941 I was sent to see Felix Steiner, one
of the finest and most highly decorated soldiers of the Waffen-SS.  He was
instructed to and did lend me 250 of his best soldiers.  This group of
professionals was to be fittered out with the most modern weapons fully
motorised and supplied with the latest reversable summer/winter uniforms.
   Two more months would pass in manoeuvres and parachute training before
my orders finally arrived and we would at last see action.  During this
time I was also introduced to another man who would become a close personal
friend, Fritz Vanken.  He held the rank of Untersturmführer and was to
become my orderly, personal driver and constant companion.  He was a quick
thinking man of tact, ingenuity and patience; I would owe him my life as he
saved mine on many occasions.
   At last we were ready, thirty of the Waffen SS and the six Deutscher
Samen SS would assemble at ..........  on the 16th of January 1942 and at
0700 hours we boarded a Dornier that would take us deep into Russia.  Three
hours later with our marker sighted we began our drop one by one into this
new and dangerous world.
   Once on the ground our first role would be to establish a base while
Fritz and our supplies, our Waffen SS heavy armour & mechanised units moved
overland to our rendezvous.  I moved my men into the area code named
"fruchtbarer Boden", and waited for our weapons, trucks and supplies to
catch up.  On the 23rd as planned the rest of my command with supplies
arrived and on the 26th I moved our troops forward once again.  It was
obvious that our Wehrmacht troops had already been through this area as
there were signs of recent heavy fighting, burnt villages and fields, the
area was devoid of people, (alive that is).  The Russian army was in full
retreat, but many peasants still hid in the forests, chose not to follow or
simply could not keep up with their cowardly soldiers.
   We began to skirt the devastated villages and move through the mountains
where few of our troops had ventured, but even here there would be signs of
destruction.  Our Luftwaffe had straffed and bombed any worthwhile target
leaving the inhabitants starving, homeless, frightened and destined to die
sooner or later.  We ventured deeper into the mountains and now we began to
find scattered houses and farms, which the war had not touched.  This was
the area reported to be populated with people of a Nordic or Germanic
bearing and was where our work would soon begin.
   From this time on I personally addressed my men every morning reminding
them of their oath to the Fuhrer and that to make our mission a success we
must think only of the Greater German Good.  We must be ruthless and
thorough in our duty but not without kindness when kindness is warranted.
Of course enemy combatants and inferior races must be liquidated.
   The Fuhrer had been clear on this.  It was a fight to the death, sick
and wounded would have to go as we did not have the facilities to take care
of them, in fact all those deemed an impost on the German State would have
to be eliminated.  We were in a state of total war and although in safer
times we might be generous those times no longer existed.  Conquered
peoples exist only because of our generosity; captured fit males would be
transported back to Germany to work in our factories for the glory of
Germany.  All captured women judged to be of Aryan decent would be
nurtured, their health and well being catered for, their wombs impregnated,
for it was our mission to repopulate the area with the babies of the SS
Deutscher Samen.
   On the 5th of Feb.  1943 we were already deep into the Soviet Union I
took my advance guard of thirty men on foot and headed for the small
village of Propiskya, I ordered the rest of my men of the mechanised unit
to follow up in twenty-four hours.
   We entered the outskirts of the Village through the mountains staying
clear of the main roads.  New snow had fallen overnight but the sky was
clear that day and nothing stirred except the lonely distant howl of
wolves. We did not expect trouble as the Russian army was long gone but
saboteurs and criminals were reported to be still in the vicinity.  We made
our way slowly down a gentle slope covered with deep snow, under the cover
of a thick corps of pines we soon came to the first buildings.
   From a distance I studied the vicinity thoroughly through my binoculars.
The main building was large and strong; its base was of solid local rock
construction with the upper made with long timber logs, it had few windows
and these, heavily shuttered.  It was situated on the edge of the forest,
which made it difficult to spot from the air, and had an uninhibited view
of the valley, village below and connecting road; this would make an ideal
command post and headquarters.
   Smoke drifted from a chimney, it was obviously occupied but no movement
was observed.  I decided to wait undercover till darkness when I sent a
trooper to silently reconnoitre in his white camouflage.  It took him
twenty minutes slogging with difficulty through often waist deep snow, we
all watched spellbound.  Slowly and carefully he made his way from cover to
cover, past leafless fruit trees, empty yards and fences, old farm
implements and a run down barn to a position outside where a shard of light
streaked from a loose shutter.
   He looked back and silently signaled.  I ordered my men up quickly but
quietly.  Two took up positions in silence left and right of the main
building about 100 meters back.  I instructed them to make sure they had a
clear view of the approaches telling them to be careful as Bolshevik
criminals could very well be nearby.
   I gave an order to shoot at any sudden movement and at anyone who did
not identify themselves as no other Germans were reported to now be in the
area.  Another five men I sent to cover the barn with their machine guns,
it was in darkness and its doors look to be firmly closed.  My six men of
the Deutscher Samen SS, (Heinz, our translator, Herman, Karl, Hans, Otto
and Peter) and myself in white camouflage worked our way forward, surprise
would be our greatest advantage.  As we slowly moved closer, crouching from
position to position I noticed a large sledge hammer amongst a number of
old work tools.  I put my luger back in its holster and took up the heavy
hammer.  Within ten minutes we were with Heinz crouching just outside the
building where he described the sight inside.
   Illuminated by the fire and a couple of lanterns there was one young
male, two older women and two young girls situated around a long wooden
table talking softly and eating supper.  I remember smiling to myself; our
first capture would surely be easy.  The front door and entrance were just
meters away, my men stood to the right and left of me ready to make the
dash inside.  I looked over my shoulder to first make sure my Waffen SS men
were well hidden and in place,...  the landscape was white, the sky dark,
the night now silent and my soldiers invisible.  They had done well.  I
signaled and they flashed back, all was in order.  We would take them
completely by surprise.  My men covered me as I made the few steps forward
and with a mighty swing bought the giant hammer down on the primitive door
lock.  There was a sudden crash, it splintered and burst open.  The women
squealed in surprise and terror as my men burst in.  I cast the hammer
aside drew my pistol and put my finger to my lips.  They sat stiff and
terrified as my six men quickly entered and searched the dim interior. 
There was a cellar and a loft, which would come in handy later but the rest
of the building proved empty.  Now waving my gun I blocked the single
entrance when suddenly the foolish youth made an attempted rush for the
door, but quick thinking by Peter and a flick of his rifle butt knocked him
to the floor unconscious, blood streamed from his head as he lay moaning.
   I held my luger at the closest woman's head and indicated silence again
with my finger to my lips.  The older woman looked desperate, sullen, her
eyes flashed back and forth and I thought she was trying to say or silently
pass a message to the others.  My past experience told me that something
was not right, I sensed danger, I was sure their men must be around close
by.
   I quickly looked over our captives, our information had indeed been
correct, amazingly as predicted all except one looked very Germanic in
their bearing.  I stared at the older woman and made some notes.  She
looked like a Gypsy or Jew, dark complexion, brown eyes, matronly, about
170 cm, heavy set, greying brown hair covered with a scarf, a typical Gypsy
or Jewish peasant type.  She had short muscular bowed legs, a large chest,
obviously well endowed, about fifty something years.  She was past
child-bearing age and her heritage indicated that she was of little value.
   I pulled up a chair and holstered my gun.  I told Heinz to bring her to
me, while six of my comrades trained their Machine pistols on the other
three who were now still sitting at the table, trembling and softly sobbing
in anticipation of their fate.  ""Jew?  I asked,Gypsy?  She kept shaking
her head and saying Nyet!  Nyet!  "Yes, I think so, I said" "Where are your
men folk?" I asked her softly!  She was shaking with fear and I barely
heard a word she spoke, my death's head insignia on my cap terrified her.
She was certainly of no use and I considered executing her on the spot,
except,...  I had an uncomfortable feeling,..  Perhaps there were still
secrets to discover?
   I rose and opened the damaged door as a rush of freezing air entered the
warm room I asked again a little more insisting, "where is your husband,
where are the men folk?" She looked at the door visibly trembling with
fright and the cold; I smelt urine and noticed a pool forming on the floor
between her legs.
   "Look at the filthy Jew Pig", I said to Heinz in disgust!  She dropped
to the floor begging, stuttering,...  "They are gone, not here, run away,
vanished"!  "We will see about that." Heinz held her arms behind her back
while I reached out and grabbed hold of her peasant blouse at the neck, I
ripped the front open and her large pendular breasts hung free in the cold
night air.  They were much larger than I had imagined and reached nearly to
her waist, sagged but still full and heavy with big brown nipples as thick
as my thumb that stiffened with the cold.  She was on her knees and her
crude long skirt was now soaking with urine.  "What a stink"!  Heinz pushed
her on to all fours.  I pulled up her skirt to expose her urine soaked
cotton pantaloons.  "Get them off her" I told Heinz.  He bent over and
ripped them from her waist and the old fabric disintegrated into threads.
The dry remnants he dropped in front of her, "clean up that piss" he said.
Frightened and trembling with cold and fear she began to mop the floor on
her knees, her huge breasts swung beneath her and her sex now exposed to
the freezing night air.
   The other three women stared in horror and utter amazement.  I decided
that to obtain co-operation I would have to make an example.  Circling her,
all eyes followed me, I move behind her to get a good look at her sex.  It
was large, hairy and puffy with large dark brown protruding labia lips.  I
used my left hand to spread her crack and forced my hand into her vagina,
easily inserting four fingers, I pushed hard and my entire hand entered up
to my thumb, she had been well used.
   It was our first encounter with real Russian peasants, we were all very
curious and this one certainly did not seem to have the characteristics of
an Aryan woman.
   "Where is your cowardly pig of a husband," I said once again, trying to
provoke her." She began to tremble and slobber as I easily pumped her
vagina with my hand trying to fit my thumb and whole fist up her as well.
My men were nervous.  Growing impatient an idea began to formulate.  I
pulled my hand out of her slippery orifice and stood observing her now
enlarged and reddened labia.  I stepped back a little, hesitatingly I
looked at my men, something would have to be done.  I studied the gypsy's
glistening sex once again, I took good aim and gave her the best kick I
could manage with my hard Army boot squarely between her legs.  Her ass at
first rose completely off the floor propelling her forward onto her fat
breasts and what was left of her piss soaked clothes.
   She started to scream and I could see blood streaming from her damaged
vagina.  Now I ordered two of my men to take a foot each and drag her back
to me keeping her legs well spread.  "Well, well, well", my boot had almost
severed one of her labia lips which now hung like a piece of bruised raw
meat covered with blood and urine.  I picked up a knife from the table and
told my soldiers to lift her higher and hold her as tight as they could. 
Her vagina was now gaping open about a meter off the floor.  I reached for
the dangling labia that hung by a bit of skin.  I stretch it out and slowly
cut it off.  She was now screaming, struggling, kicking her bare feet and
shaking so much that my two soldiers could barely hold her.  Just what I
had intended.
   Now for an added crescendo.  I reached back with my left hand taking a
good hold of and stretching the remaining labia lip as tight as I could,
this time I carefully sliced it off with one quick movement.  All the women
now began to scream in terror.  The Gypsy is in complete agony her
shrieking was deafening as she kicked and struggled like a wild animal
desperate to be free.  Then I heard it, my sense for danger had been
correct after all!  Her screams had been too much for their menfolk to
bear. There was a sudden commotion outside as three armed males rushed from
a concealed bunker under the barn,..  Brave fellows, but they had been out
foxed and had fallen into my trap.
   Caught in the open between my camouflaged SS they were immediately cut
down in a burst of machine gun fire.  She had done her work well and now I
could return to mine.  Finally realising that she had bought them all
undone by her screaming, she began to pray.  I had my men drag her begging
out into the snow naked except for her torn peasant's smock.  I put my
pistol to her temple and squeezed the trigger.  With a dull thud she fell
face down dead finally slienced, a red flood began to colour the snow.  I
wiped a few specks of blood and shattered bone from my uniform and returned
inside.
   The women were now suitable cowered.
   I decided to take a rest, clean myself up and allow my men to release
their pent up sexual energy But first our encounter must be documented.  I
drew a beaker of water from an open barrel and quenched my thirst, (killing
had always left my throat dry)
   "Tell the women to undress", I casually told Heinz, Their will to resist
had been completely shattered.  Humiliated, they all did as they were told
without a sound.  Soon the three were lined up completely naked, physically
trembling expecting death at any moment.  Heinz asked them their names and
ages while Peter measured their vital statistics, skull circumference,
distance between the eyes, nose to chin, height, breast, waist, size of
their vaginal opening, amount of hair between their legs, all essential to
determine the degree of their Aryan racial purity.
   The pubescent one was Irina she was 13 but well developed for her age. I
asked if she was menstruating.  "Yes" she replied, She was just old enough
by our Fuhrer's judgement, her ability to conceive had saved her life. 
Olga her sister was 17, and it was their bother Ivan who lay out cold on
the floor.  The other was their mother Katerina 39.  They were all
shivering from the cold and as we were now under little immediate threat I
closed the door to keep in the warmth that was emanating from the fire
place.  As was my duty I did my first inspection of our prisoners.
   I stood in front of the mother Katerina, slowly inspecting her pale
body, dark red hair, green eyes and rather full breasts that had just began
to sag.  Her eyes were lowered to the floor.  I lifted her left breast with
the end of my riding crop and let it drop, it still had some bounce, she
would have a few more good years in her yet.  I took one of her nipples
between my fingers and tugged, she winced and her large nipples stiffened
and turned red.  I slowly stroked her blemish-less face with my riding
crop.
   She was trembling and now began to quietly sob with tears beginning to
trickle down her face.  I told her not to move and reached to feel her
vagina,...  nice,..  thick hair, full and well accentuated.  I slipped a
finger into her to test her for tightness.  "Surprisingly good".  She
started to hold my arm but thought better of it.  I inserted two fingers.
She groaned but made no more protest.  She was mature but I judged could
bare probably three or four more children.  I told my men it was time for
them to get ready for their work!  They all began to get undressed and
neatly set their clothes on the kitchen table much to the amazement of the
three women.
   I took Katerina's hand and handed her over to Herman, who led her over
to a couple of old straw mattresses where they had previously been
sleeping. He put his hand on her head and pushed her down until she was on
her knees, then pushed her again until she was on her hands and knees.  I
remembered that Herman had been the first to undress, his cock was bobbing,
straining red and rampant, he soon moved behind her.
   He spread her legs as wide as he could and I could see her entry open.
Guiding his cock he mounted her from the rear and began to enter her
slowly. She was in shock, it had all happened so quickly, a moment ago it
must have seemed that the war was far away, they were all softly talking
and having a meal and now they were all naked and a great German soldier
had his cock in her, slowly raping her, pumping her, stretching her with
very stroke!
   I watched Herman who bent forward taking hold of her swinging breasts to
give him more leverage, as he pushed into her with his cock he pulled back
on her breasts.  She was shaking and breathing hard, embarrassed, sweating
and flushed.  Even to me Herman's cock seemed enormous, it was rock hard
with an upward curve, it was amazing how it was being accommodated.
   Ten minutes passed and she was begging for him to stop, "Nyet, Nyet,
Nyet", she continued to call through her tears to no avail!  After ten more
minutes Herman's thrusts started to become more urgent and her protests
ever so more insistent but Herman took no notice, she was his first and he
was conscious that I would be recording his performance.  After twenty five
minutes of rhythmic pounding I heard a low groan as he strained his cock up
into her and filled her with his seed for the first time but to my utter
amazement his erection did not lapse, he rested in her for no more than a
few minutes, he obviously wanted to show me what he could do.  These were
truly our German supermen!
   Then he once again began to move, slowly at first but with a gradual
increasing rhythm.  I could now hear the slurping and slapping sound as he
continued to piston her.  He had already filled her with so much of his
semen that it escaped from her hole with every new stroke.  She had by then
given up her protest and I could hear her guttural grunts now every time
Herman's cock was thrust fully into her.  All my men were now naked they
had found some samahonka in the cellar which was starting to have an effect
on their judgment.  Soon they were becoming rather boistrious and cheering,
"Give it to her Herman!  They all wanted to have a turn, but he would not
give her up.  Soon he was again heard grunting and puffing, he ejaculated
into her for the second time!  As they all appeared preoccupied for the
moment, I moved on to the two teenagers, Irina and Olga.  I looked over the
youngest one called Irina.  Took out my note book and made some notes,
pretty in an immature sort of way, small about 160 cm blonde hair in
pigtails, blue eyes, a skinny, thin body with little pink tit buds and a
light fuzz between her legs.
   "You must now be examined" I said "if you behave and stay calm this will
all go very easy for you, I told both girls to sit up on the kitchen table
and open their legs so I can have a good look inside.  Both girls began to
plead, "Please, no...  please, please let us go...  please stop hurting our
Momma." I said, "Let me explain we are making a baby with your mother and
soon we will make a baby with you.  "Please, dont, I don't want to do that
please, we can't take it, we are too small to do that!  We are too young to
have babies.  You are mensurating, you are old enough.  Crying now and
trembling they reluctantly opened her legs, while their mother continued to
grunt and whimper.  Heinz had now replaced Herman and he began to rut her
as the excess of sperm ran down her legs.
   I told the young girls to hold their vaginas open and expose their
clitoris with their right hand, which I attempted to stimulate.
   As I did so I asked them, "When were you last bleeding?" They answered
and I recorded the dates.  It seemed the youngest one Irina was now
ovulating and that Olga would become fertile in about a week's time.  I
prodded my fingers stretching open each of their orifices as wide as I
could in turn; I shone the light of a small torch up into them and noticed
that both seemed to have their hymens intact.  I was becoming rather
excited and decided to break in the youngest one myself, besides even
Herman's cock could do her small vagina serious damage.  I undid my
trousers and pulled out my erect cock at the sight of which she began to
panic once again calling, "Momma, Momma, Momma"!
   Look at your Momma Irina, look how easily she takes Heinz's big cock
inside her; he will soon give her a baby, dont you want to be a woman
instead of just a little girl?
   She stared at her mother for a few moments who now had Heinz pounding
into her with a firm grip on both her breasts, she could barely lift her
head to look at her daughter who stared back wide eyed.
   "Now open you legs for me, I said firmly, now it is your turn to take my
cock?"
   Irina, totally confused and frightened reluctantly obeyed me spreading
her knees once again.  I casually moved closer and placed my cock in the
opening of her small vagina and started to push, causing her to suck in her
breath as the tears began to roll down her face.  She was so tight and dry
that I could barley get my bulbous cock head into her hole.  I looked
around the room and saw a greasy plate on the table, smearing my cock with
fat I started again, this time with more success.  My cock head popped into
her tiny hairless hole, which already seemed to be stretched to its limit.
The girl gripped her knees and held them wider to ease her pain and my
passage.  I reached for her hips and held them tight It was a struggle but
I pushed hard and my cock continued slowly up into her canal.
   Hardly had its head disappeared when I felt her hymen restricting my
further entry.  I looked into the young girls beautiful green eyes,...her
mouth slowly opened but no sound emerged.  I withdrew slightly to let her
get her breath and to let her relax a little then I pushed again,
determinedly and firmly.  She squealed as my cock broke through her
resistance and seated firmly and completely inside of her.  Her breath was
short and her face and breasts were bright red, she was trembling but had
now finally ceased her sobbing and struggling, "Good girl," I told her.
   I lifted her from the table, almost her whole weight was now carried on
my stiff cock, I told her to put her arms around my neck and she wrapped
her legs around my waist to gain support.  I began to bounce her up and
down as I felt a trickle of blood ooze from her ever so tight vagina and
dribble from my testicles.
   She was griping me so tightly that I knew that this little one would
soon have my sperm in her womb.  A few more bounces and I felt her
continuously contracting and starting to move involuntarily to milk my cock
of its sperm.  A ecstatic groan rose from her throat as she was seized with
her first orgasm.  "Good girl, good girl you are a natural" I said.  I am
sure I must have emptied the entire contents of my testicles into her womb.
I felt elated!  Just 13 years old but already a natural sexual woman born
to make many good German babies, I was sure.
   I pulled my softening cock free of her and lowered her down gently.  She
bent a little to hold her sore and bleeding vagina with both hands.  I
called Peter over and he led her to a position beside her Mother.  They
looked at each other without saying a word, moving behind her Peter mounted
her from the rear as well.  She was already lubricated with my own sperm so
he managed to penetrate her without much difficulty and then start to
stretch her further with his huge member.  She began to cry again, Peter's
cock being so much larger than my own was stretching her to her limits.
   I could see the young girl was in pain; each thrust was almost splitting
her in two.  "Momma, Momma, please stop him he's hurting me", she called!
Her Mother lifted her head to look at her youngest again; it was as though
she was in a trance.  Heinz still had his cock in her and continued his
mechanical rutting.
   There was nothing her Mother could say or do but watch as her youngest
was violated.
   Tonight would test the little one, I wrote in my notes.  Now there was
only the 17-year-old Olga.  By my observation she was ripe and ready, dark
shoulder length hair tied back with a string, firm but small breasts with
protruding dark nipples.  She still sat on the table holding her purple
labia lips open amongst a mat of dark curly hair.
   Moving closer I slipped a finger into her and used my forefinger to play
with her clitoris, it stiffened and she tried to adjust her position, my
stimulation was making her wet and excited.  I suspected a natural like her
young sister, but as much as I would have liked to rut her as well, my
testicles were now empty and I reluctantly handed her over to Karl who
seemed to have the biggest cock of us all.
   His enthusiasm was boundless and he was busting to enter her, his big
red straining cock bounced up and down as he took her in his arms and
lifted her gently from the table and led her over to where her mother and
sister were ruthlessly being worked by Heinz and Peter.  He gently put his
hand on her shoulder and she knelt down, knowing by now what she was going
to have to do.  The enormous head of his cock was guided into position with
his left hand while he spread her labia with his right.  In no more then
two seconds he plunged into her bursting through her hymen with one thrust.
She arched her back and made a single high pitched shriek then began to
whimper softly as Karl with his hands on his hips bucked his cock into her.
   I decided to take a moment's break and take a few photographs as
documentation.
   Their mother Katerina had now already taken two men and had been rutted
continuously on all fours for at least sixty minutes.  I watched carefully
and noted that she seemed to have learnt to co-operate now considerably. 
She was using her hips to meet Heinz's thrusts in an effort to finalise her
suffering.  He soon let out a deep groan and gripping her waist tight sent
his sperm to join his companions.  Karl continued with Olga, and I thought
that she was more than a little attracted dispite what had transpired; my
men were after all perfect Aryan males.  She was rocking back and forth
emulating her mother.  I am sure that she had climaxed although she was
trying hard to not make it obvious.
   The little girl Irina was still crying she was still having trouble
taking the full length of Peters cock.  I told him "for God's sake get off
her and let her rest for a while" Peter pulled out and stood to attention,
while I bent down and inspected her little vagina, which I discovered was
split top and bottom and bleeding.  I took out a bottle of antiseptic cream
and smeared it with my finger around her entry hoping that I might ease her
pain.
   She was such a small little thing I decided she might do better with
some protein in her stomach.
   Peter now positioned his rampant cock in front of her mouth but she did
not seem to know what to do, Her grabbed her hair and jerked her head back
and her jaw dropped opened automatically.  In went his cock, he continued
to hold her head as he worked her little mouth, she coughed and gagged but
he pounded her for another full five minutes before emptying his
considerable sperm into her throat, she closed her eyes and swallowed.  "Be
gentle with that little one" I told him once again".
   Nearly two hours had passed since we had taken the house and now I could
see that my men were just about finished, the teenagers and their mother
lay against the wall exhausted like rag dolls.
   All my men had cum so many times that they could no longer maintain an
erection, much to the relief of the girls who leaked sperm from their
swollen and bruised openings.  They eventually curled up cuddling each
other before falling soundly asleep.  I told my men to clean themselves up
and then get some sleep as well.
   The next morning I woke them and ordered a number of buckets of snow to
be bought in and set on the fire.  We tore up the woman's underclothes and
when the ice had melted used the pieces of cloth to bathe their bodies. 
Their clothes would no longer be required, and as soon as it became warmer
they must get used to being naked.  It was now daybreak and I took stock of
the situation, one woman dead, and one male severely wounded.
   I ordered him to now be removed and executed immediately; we had no
provision to take prisoners.  Peter and Hans dragged the semi conscious boy
outside and put a bullet humanly into the back of his head.  Three good
specimen Aryan women still alive and in relatively good condition, even the
youngest one seemed to have learnt to take a cock although not its full
length and not without pain.  I was sure she would improve with more
practice.  My men got back into uniform and I instructed the women to sit
back on the table and hold their legs open for my further inspection.
   I wrote down my observations, all labia were swollen and hung
permanently open; the whole vaginal area was red and purple with bruising.
All vaginas gape and show some signs of bleeding.  I note that a large
quantity of semen is still present in them all and continues to seep out.
Coming to Katerina I noticed that her breasts were badly bruised (due to
Hermans strong grip I suppose) her clitoris was bright red and slightly
protruding, lifting its hood I was surprised by its size and stiffness, a
very good indication of her Germanic background.
   I told them to rest up, as they would soon all have babies to look
after. The women each received a single blanket and were placed in the
cellar.  My men thoroughly searched the building for food, as our supplies
were meagre, the women had been living on a weak broth of water, a few
potatoes and some dried old onions.  I made a note that in future the men's
sperm should not be wasted as a source of high protein what was not used to
impregnate, should be used to suppliment their diet.
   As you may imagine every one was now exhausted and hungry, the full
night of sexual activity and lack of sleep was finally catching up on us
all.  We agreed to pool what food we had and throw it into the watery stew
but it still looked weak.  I went outside to where the old gypsy's body was
lying, I felt for a pulse, she appeared stiff and not to be breathing.  I
rolled her over so her big breasts were in view; I took out my bayonet and
sliced them both off.  A good three kilos of excellent breast meat that we
could not afford to waste.  I bought them inside and prepared them for
supper.  I skinned them slicing the meat into thin strips, and then diced
them into small portions.  I add it all into the stew along with some old
corn, potatoes and a few more rotting vegetables we had found.
   Within half an hour the sweet aroma was overwhelming and I served it up
into each soldiers mess tin.  I also made sure that they left some for our
captives.  Reminding all that these women would soon become baby makers for
the Third Reich and as such "German Women" they would need to be kept
healthy.  The aroma of the stew had even brightened up our captives; they
must have been almost starving.  When their cellar door was opened they
were surprised to discover that they were greeted politely, treated kindly
and were each given a hot cup of stew which they hungrily devoured
remarking on the flavor of meat.
   That Morning I addressed my men, "Comrades last night as I am sure you
are aware there were excesses committed, I have overlooked these as
youthful exuberance and your willingness to impress me with your virility.
   Be aware, I have been suitably impressed and each of your performances
has been duly noted, but my soldiers, this type of excess cannot be allowed
to happen again!  In future one man shall be allocated one woman,
impregnating shall be done in as gentle a manner as possible, how long it
takes will depend on you, a reasonable amount of time should be allowed
bearing in mind the woman's disposition, her comfort, state of arousal and
our work load.  No cross-fertilization shall be allowed, so men stay with
the one you have started with.
   Soldiers of Germany, today these women probably do not like us very
much, and I can understand that, but I believe that with their bellies full
and our kindness and respect they will soon change their minds.  Personal
relationships with these women is not advised for obvious reasons although
they are beautiful and I am sure you will always have your favourites.  But
above all else remember this, we are Soldiers of Germany and our duty is to
our Fatherland and the Fuhrer.
   I salute you!
   Heil Hitler!
   Heil Hitler," came the instant reply.
   Note: It was an order that where possible all women were raped at the
first opportunity and that it was witnessed by as many of the other
captives as possible.
   This was to obtain domination and sociological control.
   Continued, Deutscher Samen SS Chapter 2.
   "The Village is Captured"
  
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