DUTSCHER SAMEN SS
by Herman Hauptmann

CHAPTER 8
"On The Road To Kiev"

 Early that morning we left the commune and continued down the perilous
mountain track away from the forest and encountered no further resistance.

The terrain began to level out and we could see in the distance the main
road we were to follow.  A long black column seemed to stretch endlessly in
both directions and I now became dismayed at our chances of survival.  On
the horizon I could see columns of smoke and hear the thump of heavy guns.

It began to crystallised with me just how much we had lived an unreal
existence not realising the suffering of our frontline troops.

 Apart from a few skirmishes with partisans we had seen practically no
action at all.  As we drew nearer the column I could see that many of our
pitiful men were on foot, their uniforms were almost rags, every available
moving vehicle I saw was loaded to overflowing with heavily bandaged
wounded, dirty and exhausted.  
Scattered along the way were the bodies, the ones who could walk no further. 
A feeling of utter hopelessness prevailed,

It now seemed to be every man for himself!  As we continued we saw every
description of vehicle, burnt, damaged stalled or stopped, perhaps from
breakdown or lack of fuel.  Our own trucks and all our other vehicles were

ordered to take on as many of the wounded as they could carry, while I
reorganised the order of our convoy.

 My Mercedes now advanced to the front with two Motorcycle and sidecars
as leaders, followed by a number of sedans that carried the Deutscher Samen
and our essential files and supplies.  All of our transport trucks followed
with the armoured half tracks bringing up the rear, they were as far as I
could ascertain the only equipment not damaged and still manned by
uniformed, effective and disciplined troops.  The rest of our army was all
but a rabble.  We sounded our horns and forced the walking wounded to one
side as we pushed our way forward, slowing only when slower moving vehicles
blocked our way.  

Our Army now consisted of guns and trucks being towed by horses and peasant 
wagons caring our wounded.  It was essential that I
find a senior commanding officer so I could discover our situation and
participate where possible in regrouping these demoralised men.  During the
journey I counted three of our earlier transports stopped and deserted by
the side of the road, what had become of most of their human cargos I never
discovered.  

We caught up with two more that had run out of fuel, the women too afraid of our 
own troops to leave the vehicles and their guards to few to protect them.  

We managed to replenish their fuel supply and got them on their way.

 Day by day we pressed on, often attacked from the air by Russian Yak fighters which 
would bring all movement to a standstill and send the whole column scrambling
 to the sides of the road.

 Then after more carnage and destruction the dead and wounded would be
dragged clear, the wrecked vehicles pushed to one side and the column once
again begin its demoralised, inevitable and slow crawl forward.  This was
the Army that had crushed the Poles in seven days, smashed the might of
France and advanced to the gates of Moscow.  I could not believe we had come to this!

The Russians struck at us at will, their fighters roamed the skies without any sight of our 
famous Luftwaffe.  I could not imagine what had gone wrong.  

I tried to question every officer I came across, they all spoke of great unimaginable
 battles of men and armour, we were told that our troops were making fighting 
retreat and if we could make it to Kiev where we would be reinforced we may 
have a chance.
It seemed the Russians were so numerous that no matter how many were

killed there were always fresh divisions to face while our own numbers steadily declined.

 We reached the fog shrouded banks of the Dnieper on the 23rd of Feb 1943

where to my astonishment whole German armies waited to cross the few

bridges our engineers had managed to restore.  The Russians pressed us hard

and I ordered most of the Wiking SS men under my command to help secure our

the perimeter while we somehow crossed the river.

  I set up a camp among the ruins of broken buildings, salvaged and mounted 
a number or anti aircraft guns as they arrived and had them manned to
help defend our crossing.

 

   Over the next two days I discovered the rest of our convoy and a number

of women and men who had struggled in on foot from their abandoned

vehicles.  I managed somehow to keep our group together and commandeered an

old ferry and one by one with luck and fortitude managed to get almost all

the vehicles and women across under cover of night.  In the morning the

Russians began to shell and fire on those still waiting to cross and I

watched as many were shot like ducks on a lake. 

Meanwhile our troops had established a new front hoping to find safety on the

western bank of the Dneiper, our divisions had dug themselves in and were

determined to stop the reds once and for all. 

Unfortunately few understood the situation The Red Army was moving towards us

from Cherkassy and the Dnieper in the west.  From the north they had crossed

the Desna trapping many of our troops at the confluence of the Desna and Dnieper. 

Winter had now begun and despite the respite from attack we all fell into a

mood deep depression which lasted a couple of days. 

Eventually once we had rested we began to get our spirits back and once again

got on our way. 

Towards noon we reached a German staging area and I was surprised by the quantity

of new supplies I saw. 

 

I made myself known to the Panzer colonel who commanded the group and invited

him to inspect our convoy.  I had thrown up a Hessian barrier around our

trucks so our women could leave the trucks and stretch their legs and

relieve themselves with a little privacy and comfort.  A row of pregnant

women stood at attention for his inspection. 

I explained what our mission had been and the work of the Deutscher Samen.

 

He complimented me and my men and agreed to replenish some of our

supplies and refuel our trucks at great risk to his own safety. 

For the first time I saw the famous Tiger Tanks and fresh troops in new reversible

uniforms. 

There must have been over seven thousand men, a hundred tanks,

an equal number of machine gun carriers and light cavalry consisting of

motorbike with sidecars. 

 

All together a well organised powerful mechanised unit. 

In the morning we were awoken to the roar of Porsche engines as tank

after tank fired up their motors.  My heart swelled with pride as I said

goodbye to the Colonel and wished him luck. 

I couldn’t help feel emotionally moved as I saw the sight of our long formidable

Panzer columns moving off towards the front with a terrible roar and din that

must have been audible for miles. 

 

With well needed rest and our spirits lifted we once again pulled up camp

and headed west. 

We reached Konotop amongst a huge swarm of troops looking for transport, which

unfortunately I had to decline. 

 

I had my orders and I had to deliver our Mothers to safety, while

our soldiers fought the Red Army. Konotop had been reduced to rubble we

followed the track of one of our Tiger tanks that had smashed everything in

its path until we discovered the tank itself immobilised with the loss of

one of its tracks.  It was still in action firing into the rubble up ahead

we backed up quickly before the reds returned the fire with half a dozen

shells.  We were trapped and our way forward blocked and we waited between

two ruined building as shells reined in all directions.  At any time we

could have all been killed, I handed around tins of soup to our women who

now realised that their fate depended on luck and my skill to avoid be

caught by the encroaching enemy.  Twelve hours later the shelling had eased

and we followed a new route to the west which we were told was our only

chance.  All our armour was to concentrate at one point in an attempt to

break the Russian encirclement and we would follow closely behind.  Several

of our women had been hit with shrapnel and were being treated by our

Doktors, but we dare not stop.

 

We followed in the wake of the first thrust before the Russians had a chance

the reorganised and were successful in breaking out.

Out of 2,785 women and 450 Officers and soldiers and staff who had set out we

had lost 922 women and 72 soldiers and 12 officers.

 

On the 2nd of March we abandoned our vehicles and with the train

loaded with our necessary supplies and confident I had all those I could

account for from our camp. 

The train was loaded to its maximum capacity and we departed under cover of

darkness.

 

   Myself, Fritz and the Deutscher Samen occupied the first carriage

officers were given no favoured treatment apart from a small desk for my

maps and my files.  Our staff included Doktors and Nurses, Yana, Svetlana,

Irina and the four women who were still not pregnant, (for easy access)

occupied the next carriage.  As we speed along a white landscape past

before us and nothing could be seen for miles. 

 

To relieve our tension I requested the four women who had not conceived be

bought forward and that four of my men have another go at impregnating them,

in the warmth of the carriage I had them undress, to save space they were done

one at a time. 

Peter volunteered to go first and unsheafed his upward curving erection, guided her into position and plunged it straight up her well worn canal until only his balls were visible.

  She gasped and he began to buck his hips into her, the rocking of the train

only multiplied her excitement and her full breasts began to bob and bounce

to the movement.  We were all enjoying the exhibition and while the other

women waited their own turn I could see them nervously opening and closing

their legs in anticipation.

 

   After ten minutes I could hear Peter's breath becoming more laboured

when he suddenly took hold of and squeezed her breasts with both hands and

bit her on the neck.  She squealed, her breasts were bright red and her

nipples looked like they were about to burst as he deposited his seed into

her womb for the umpteen time.

 

   As he withdrew his limp cock a look of satisfaction came over his face

and we all applauded.

 

   Needless to say each of my men tried to out perform the other and for

the time being our minds were taken away from the war and the deadly

dangers we faced.  It was such an enjoyable sight to see nature take its

course and to watch a mature woman's body publicly (because by now these

women made no pretence at modesty), react to the invasion of a huge thick

cock.

 

   They pretended not to participate or enjoy it but their reactions

betrayed them.  The way they would shamelessly spread their thighs while

awaiting my men to get into position and the look of ecstasy on their faces

when a cock plunged into then, stretching and filling their vaginas in one

stroke, the way their mouths would open in a silent scream as a flood of

sperm burst inside them!

 

   For the next twelve hours at least one of the four women were being

systematically rutted and If they weren’t rutting they were on their knees

sucking our men's cocks.  I used my camera to record and document many of

these intimate moments.

   To be Continued...  Chapter 10 "Escaping the Inferno"

  
Deutscher Samen SS Chapter 9