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 NEW!  The Life and Times of Janna and Katya or Two Russian Spies
   A short story of civilians caught up in the struggle between Germany and
Russia in WW 2.
   There have been many stories and accounts given of the Second World War,
overviews by experts Strategies of Generals victories and defeats finely
calculated.  The winners judged by how many of the enemy were killed or
cities captured.
   But war also happens on a personal level that is not always documented.
The war that engulfs civilians whose lives are swept up by events.  This
was one person's war a young girl with her mother trapped in the ruins of
Kiev, the Ukraine 1941.
   I knew we should have left earlier.  People everywhere were telling us
the Germans are coming they will surely kill us if they capture us.  The
French and the English had been beaten.  They were coming like a hurricane,
sweeping our armies before them and now they were at the gates of our fair
city of wide streets.  But my Mother still thought that we stood more
chance in the city than on the open road where we would be at the mercy of
the soldiers and without shelter.  Perhaps she was right!
   Unfortunately our home was hit by aerial bombing in the first few weeks
of the engagement.  All our possessions had been destroyed and we were left
with nowhere to live.  Gradually the bombing and shelling became more
intense.  Our city was burning; trams stood wrecked in the middle of the
street, bodies lay scattered here and there like broken dolls.  We were
living like the stray dogs that roamed the streets, scavengers, stealing
what food we could find from the wreckage of homes and living in the
relative safety of the storm water drains that ran under the city.  No one
could ever conceive that our beautiful city would be reduced to this
rubble. But here we were.
   My name is Janna.  I was nearly 15 and my mother, called Katya was 32
years old.  I never knew my father.  My mother told me that he was her
first love but he had left her and run away with another woman leaving her
pregnant.  She had always been my protector.  We had survived many hard
times and as I grew older I had realised how much she had given up to take
care of me.  I loved her dearly and trusted her judgement but for the first
time in my life I feared that she had made the wrong decision.
   We had already escaped death by a whisker a hundred times.  Our house
had been destroyed when we were out collecting water, a miracle that we
were not at home.  Neighbours had been killed in front of us shot by
snipers and only fate could explain our continued existence.
   I think my mother knew that she had miscalculated but she now believed
that if we could survive the bombing we would survive the occupation. 
While many feared the German soldiers, my mother would always say, " Who
are the Germans?  They are just men no worse than any other," and that she
had always known how to get her own way with men!  I was not so sure.
   It was 3.00 am.  We had been living in a waste water pipe that ran under
the city and we were not alone; at one stage there must have been about
thirty people with us but now people were drifting away.  We had run out of
food and it was said that the Germans were already in the city.  Some of
our men were armed and determined to fight on but I could no longer see the
point.  Mother was for giving ourselves up as soon as possible.  The
Germans had food and shelter and if we could find the right sort of men, my
mother believed we would be safe.  But she warned me that if we fell in
with the common soldier without discipline, we might be molested or even
raped.  But the time had come she told me, to trust her and as always I
did.
   "Come take my hand Janna," she said as she helped me out of the waste
pipe.  We were now above ground and the danger had increased considerable.
"Janna darling we must give ourselves up to the Germans but our best hope
of not being hurt or worse will be if we can find a German officer to
surrender to.  The Germans are not all savages and I am sure the officers
will treat us with some respect."
   It seemed like hours my mother dragged me through the rubble of bombed
and burned out buildings in total darkness.  I kept asking, "Momma, can we
stop for a while?  I am so tired and so hungry I don't think I can go any
further." We had been dodging German patrols and looking for their command
centre where my mother felt we would be treated fairly.  It was nearly dawn
and we had only meant to stop for a moment but we had both dozed off to
sleep among the rubble when I was awoken by a strange voice, "Hände Up und
erhalten auf Ihren Füßen!" I looked up to see a young German soldier
nervously pointing a rifle with a fixed bayonet perilously close to my
head. My mother and I were both startled and taken by surprise.  We put our
hands in the air and stood up automatically.  "Sie werden gehen schnell,
keine tricks!" We seemed to be alone and it crossed my mind that we might
easily overpower our capturer as he was only a boy and looked as frightened
as we were ourselves but my mother cautioned no.
   We walked on for about ten minutes past deserted and burning buildings.
We seemed to be lost and then as we turned a bend there appeared what
looked like a full complement of the German army with armored trucks and
vehicles and at least fifty or so men moving around removing provisions
from what was left of an old warehouse.  We walked past while this was
happening all around us with no one seeming to take the slightest notice
until the boy finally called a halt.  We had obviously come to our
destination and he spoke to his superior officer.  "Herr Oberleutnant I
think I have found two enemy spies.  They were watching us from a broken
window but I saw them and circled around and took them by surprise."
   "Good work Obergefrieter, let me have a closer look at these spies."
   I didn't realise just how dirty we must have looked.  We hadn't bathed
or washed in weeks and we were both covered in scratches and bruises.  Our
faces were black with soot and grime and we wore long dirty ill-fitting
discarded army overcoats and army caps pulled down hard over our heads. 
The Oberleutnant stepped forward.  It was only just getting light and he
probably could not see us very well.  He put his face close to my mother
lifted her chin and stared into her eyes.  He took a handkerchief from his
pocket and wiped away some of the black soot from her face then, turning
slowly with a mystified look, he examined me for a moment or two.  He
pulled off my cap and my pigtails fell out.  Then in a loud laughing voice
he said, "Obergefrieter Alex, these spies you have captured are women!"
   I was terrified and began to shake but my mother whispered "Stay calm
and don't look them in the eyes!" Neither of the two Germans understood our
language.  "Jawohl mein Oberleutnant." " Not so dangerous I think." "Jawohl
mein Oberleutnant." "You had better search them while I watch them to make
sure they don't escape."
   We were taken into the doorless entrance to a separate part of the
building where the Oberleutnant casually sat on the edge of his desk and
ordered the young Obergefrieter Alex to search us.  He frisked us up and
down first before unbuttoning our coats that were done up to our chins.  He
started with my Momma and for a few moments she was allowed to put her
hands down as he removed her coat.  The Oberleutnant whistled, "Sie hat
gute tits mindestens!" I think he was looking at my momma's breasts; she
had always been proud of her full breasts but now they were bringing us
both unnecessary attention.
   Alex, our guard ignored the comment and moved his hands all over my
momma's body but not before making sure he had a good feel of her large
breasts.  He was plainly very nervous my mother was probably twice his age
and he had already been made look foolish for capturing two women.  Then
the Oberleutnant spoke again, "Zwischen den beinen suche zwischen ihren
beinen!" His commander was smiling but Alex was becoming increasingly
uncomfortable.  Alex took a deep breath and slapped the inside of her
thighs motioning her to stand with her legs apart!  This time our young
guard put his hand up mommas dress and felt between her legs.  She stood
silently with her eyes closed until he was finished.  "Nichts, beendet!"
   He then looked at me, "Schnell schnell," he said impatiently and this
time I knew what he wanted.  I began to unbutton and remove my coat.  Now
it was my turn and as my mother watched in silence, the young German felt
me all over, again having a good feel of my breasts.  Then again it was my
turn to stand with my legs apart so he could search me there.  His smooth
hand went under my dress and ran up the inside of my leg until he had
reached my vagina.  He pulled my panties aside with one hand and pushed a
finger into me all the time looking at me.  I bit my lip and looked back
blankly.  "Ummmm, es wird getan!  Sie haben nichts!" He was finished I
breathed a sigh of relief.
   "Bring them to the soup kitchen and see that they are fed and then take
them to see the Hauptmann; he will know what to do with them." It seems we
were in luck.  We were still alive, we had not been shot.  I understood
hardly any of the German language but the young soldier with the rifle was
again motioning us forward.  I took Mommas hand and we moved along in front
of him.  This time without our coats or hats and looking a little more like
women.  He held the gun at his waist and kept saying "Bewegen Sie schnell
schnell!" After a few minutes we came to a small clearing between two still
half intact buildings; a dozen or so Germans milled around eating and
warming themselves around a fire that burnt in a old oil drum.  Next to
that stood the cook stirring a large urn that rested on a camp stove.  Our
young guard spoke to him and he stared at us grimly and I believed cursed
us before reluctantly he filled two tin cups with a strange looking soup
that we quickly gulped down.  It was hot, tasteless but filling and because
we were both starving it was wonderful.
   Most of the men ignored us; a couple cursed us or made jokes I wasn't
sure.  The young corporal held his gun on us the whole time but he needn't
have bothered we weren't going anywhere.  Just as we had finished the
second cup he nudged my mother with his bayonet.  "Schnell schnell," it
seemed by now all we ever heard.  This time we were marched a few more
doors down and this time there was a door with a guard out side.  "Zwei
russische vom Hauptmann abgefragt zu werden Spione!" The Guard gave us the
once over and opened the door, announced us and we were motioned to enter.
Inside there was a large open room with a fireplace.  Without our coats we
had begun to shiver and it was a relief to at last be somewhere warm.
   In the presence of his superior our guard snapped to attention.  "Zwei
Frauspione für Befragung,mein Hauptmann!" We stood with our hands on our
heads.  The Officer rose and casually took the Nazi salute.  He was about
fifty, overweight and balding; he wore the whermarht grey uniform with
brown boots.  He walked over to us and stood in front of my mother and then
in front of me.  He stared at us coldly.  He circled us with his hands
behind his back muttering something under his breath.  "Das ist alles
Obergefreite" "Jawoh mein Hauptmann"
   Our guard snapped his heels and gave the Nazi salute, turned and left.
There was silence for a few moments then the Hauptmann suddenly grabbed my
mother with one hand on the back of her neck and violently pushed her
towards his desk.  He pushed her hard up against it and forced her head
down while he hitched up her dress with his other.  Then with one sharp
pull he ripped away her underwear exposing her sex.  He looked straight at
me with a smile and unbuttoned his trousers.  "Kleines mädchen der uhr".  I
looked on in amazement as his stiff penis was exposed.  He held my mother
with one hand and began to push his fingers in and out of her vagina with
the other while his pink penis bobbed up and down.  He then took hold of
his penis and pushed it into my mother and with a grunt forced it all the
way up her.  He looked at me again and laughed.  His pants were around his
ankles and all I could see was his hairy legs, his backside and his
testicles that jerked up and down each time he thrust into my poor mother.
   I could hear my Momma gasping and breathing hard and at the same time
trying not to loose her balance.  The Hauptmann too was breathing hard and
ramming his thing into her as hard as he could.  He slowed for a moment, I
thought to get his breath, but it was only to reach around my mother with
both hands and to rip open her blouse exposing her large breasts.  He took
a firm grip of her breasts and used them to counter his violent thrusts,
which he began again with his hips.  There was a moment when my mother
threw back her head and I caught a glimpse of her face.  She was flushed,
her eyes seemed to be glazed and she held her mouth open as if she was
having trouble breathing.  Her eyes caught mine for a second and she made a
whimpering sound before looking away.
   A few minutes later the Hauptmann began to thrust more urgently and he
was pulling on her breast so much that they were both bright red.  Then he
began to make a loud aaaahhring sound and he again looked at me with a
smile of satisfaction on his face.  He pulled out of her and I couldn't
help staring at his big fat penis.  I had never seen anything so big even
as it began to deflate.  It was all red and shiny with his sperm and my
mother's juices.  "Schutz-Schutz", he began to shout and a moment later the
soldier who was standing out side came bursting through the door.  "Jawoh
mein Hauptmann?" "Nehmen sie diese zwei russischen spione und haben sie sie
schuß!" Schiess die russischen Fotzen.  "Sofort mein Hauptmann!" I wasn't
sure but I thought he said something about shooting!  My mother was still
shaking, her blouse had been ripped wide open and her heavy breasts hung
out for all to see.  The guard pointed his rifle at us both and said,
"Schnell verschieben Sie es schnell."
   As we stepped outside a number of men looked hungrily at my mother as
she tried to cover herself with her torn garment.  As we stood in the
laneway the guard shouted, "Obergefrieter Alex, Obergefrieter Alex", and
from nowhere the young boy who had brought us here appeared.  There was a
conversation and they both laughed but Alex's laugh I felt was not quite
sincere and he looked a little worried.  He raised his rifle and said
"Hände auf kopf schnell schnell, erhalten beweglich!"
   He made the sign with his hands showing us that we were to put our hands
on our heads at the same time poking us with his bayonet.  We both did so
but as soon as my Mother raised her arms her torn blouse fell open and her
breasts fell out once again.  It was very humiliating but there was nothing
we could do.  He was taking us down a small deserted lane behind the
building and all of a sudden I began to get very frightened I said softly
to my momma, "I think he is going to shoot us." My Momma was silently
crying and I could see tears streaking down her face.  We continued a
little further when Alex shouted, "Halt, dieser ist weit genug!" He was
looking around especially in the direction from where we had come and then
back at us.  He raised his gun and I put my arms around my mother.  I
thought he would shoot us right there and then but he motioned us on again
until we came to an old cellar door that led to a basement.  "Gehen
erhalten innen gehen jetzt!" He put down his rifle and opened the cellar
door.  He obviously wanted us to go inside and we had no choice, so we
struggled down an old wooden ladder and as soon as we were at the bottom
Alex lifted the ladder and closed and bolted the door.  It was pitch black
we couldn't see our hands in front of our face.  There was nothing to do
until our eyes adjusted a little to the dark and gradually I began to make
out shapes - boxes, bundles of hay and crates of bottles.  Everything was
dusty and it didn't seem like this cellar had been used for some time.
   About an hour passed and just as we had begun to feel our way around
searching for a way to escape, we heard a voice come from outside.  The
bolt was pulled and the door of the cellar opened.  Alex stood with a lamp
in one hand and his rifle swung over his shoulder.  Behind him stood two
more boys not much older than myself.  They were nervous.  The two boys
jumped in and passed down the lamp before Alex made the leap as well.
   The two strangers introduced themselves by pointing; one was called
Dieter and the other Günter.  I pointed to my mother and said, "Katya," and
then to myself and said, "Janna." They all smiled and amazingly the two
boys opened their jackets and bought out bread, cheese and beer and handed
it around.  We were so hungry that momentarily my mother forgot to notice
that one of her breasts was plainly visible to the young boys one of whom
reached over and cupped it in his hand.  "Sie hat nettes titties." "The
Hauptmann has already had his way with the mother I think we should rut the
younger girl she is pretty and closer to our own age as well." We were
nervous although the boys were very young and being friendly, they were
still armed and there were three of them.  We wondered what they had in
stall for us but we didn't have to wait long as the one called Deiter, a
boy no more then sixteen started to take off his trousers!  Momma spoke to
me in a whisper, " Be careful Janna, our lives will depend on what happens
now.  Remember these are just boys who want to have sex, they don't mean to
harm us."
   My mother deliberately let both her heavy breasts fall out of her torn
blouse and the boys eyes nearly fell out of their heads.  Momma lent over
and took Deiter's penis in her hands saying "Dear boy is this what you
want?" He was definitely scared and probably a virgin.  She fondled him
gently and he began to grow in her hands.  She let him fondle her breasts
as she kissed his forehead and began to gently tug on his stiff penis. 
Then without any warning in less then two minutes the first of three or
four long spurts of sperm erupted unexpectedly landing on my mother's
breasts.  She kept working him up and down until she had emptied his
testicles.  The other two boys watched in amazement and so did I!
   Alex began to look at me in a strange way and I knew I would have to do
something to him he unbuttoned his pants and out came his erect penis as
well.  He called me over to him as he sat on a broken box, I was half
frightened and half excited.  He put two hands up my dress and pulled down
my underwear, he pressed the palm of his hand against my thighs and I
understood that he wanted to penetrate me.  I positioned myself and as I
lowered myself he guided his penis into me.
   It was the strangest feeling but as I looked in Alex's face and saw
kindness in his eyes.  I felt him filling me I at once knew he would not
hurt us.
   What was also amazing was that although I had never felt a man's penis I
instinctive knew what to do.  I rocked back and forth and moved up and down
it was the best feeling I had ever experienced.  I felt Alex's hands all
over my body and they never stopped moving, without even realizing it I was
now completely naked.  When he began to suck on my nipples I started to
shudder and Alex began to gasp and thrust into me even harder.  I couldn't
hold back I started to make an uncontrollable noise and Alex was moaning as
well, I felt a wonderful feeling a feeling I had never felt before, I knew
he was filling me with his sperm.  I was so excited I just wanted to forget
about the war and never leave the cellar.  When Alex was finally spent he
pulled out of me and lay on his back exhausted.
   I wanted to hold him and tell him how wonderful a lover he was but
suddenly Gunter was there by my shoulder and he had an astonishingly large
and fully erect penis.  My heart was racing I opened my legs for him and in
a moment he had taken Alex's place as my most special and most fabulous
lover ever.  I looked at my mother and she was sucking Dieter's penis which
had miraculously became stiff once again.  Gunter had taken me standing and
every thrust he made was taking my breath away a little more I was starting
to tremble and my knees were beginning to grow weak when I heard German
voices.  Alex, Alex Alex!!  We had been enjoying ourselves so much that we
had totally lost track of time and now Alex's comrades had grown concerned
that he was not at his post and were searching for him!  Günter pulled out
of me and pushed me flat onto the floor holding his hand over my mouth.  My
vagina was pulsating.  Alex whispered, "Wir müssen gehen!  Wir wünschen
Ihnen gutes Glück!" The boys waited for ten or so minutes and one by one
slipped away into the night.  They wished us well and left us with a rough
map of the district showing us the way to avoid the German patrols.  It was
two days before my fifteenth birthday and I had given up my virginity to
one German boy and had been thoroughly worked by another.  We searched for
our clothes in the dark and made ready our escape as well.  It was in total
darkness that we scrambled out into the rubble of our city and tried to
follow the rough directions given to us by the young boys.  An hour later
exhausted I rested curled up in a shattered doorway with my momma.  My
mother told me that she was sorry that I had to learn about sex in such
circumstances but that sometimes we would have to do things that we would
not find acceptable in different circumstances.  She was right of course
but I had to confess to her that I did not regret the time we had just
spent with the three boys.  They had made me a woman and I could still
imagined the feeling of Günter's thick penis inside me and the feelings
that flushed over me.
   I slipped a finger between my legs and I could still feel their cream
that continued to seep out of me.  A cold shiver came over me, I craved to
be taken again.  Perhaps it was the war but it seemed to me that my body
needed sex more than other women.  I kept my thoughts to myself and when we
awoke I could make out farmhouses, we had reached the rural outskirts of
the City and there did not appear to be any German troops in the vicinity.
Alex's map had proved a godsend.  We were both hungry again and decided to
risk seeking assistance from anyone who may still be home.
   We both banged on the door, which had been bolted, but no one answered,
we moved around trying to see inside through the shutters and I could see
that there was some movement.  My mother called out loudly that we were
Russian and that we were starving.  Eventually the door opened slightly and
an old man peeped out through the gap asking what we wanted.  Food and
water and a place to rest before we continue our journey she said.  I have
nothing the old man said.  Please just give us water and let us rest a
while my mother begged.  He opened the door a little wider and looked up
and down the dirt road making sure that we had not been followed and that
there was no one else in sight.  Her looked again at the pair of us and
said come in.  We entered and he quickly bolted the door.  The place smelt
of stale and rotting vegetables and my mother began to beg again for some
food.  The old man entered a back room and came out with a few stale and
hard wheat cakes.  This is all I have he said but you will have to pay me.
With that my mother said, "You can see we have nothing all our possessions
have been lost in the war." He took off his belt and his pants fell down to
his ankles revealing his flaccid penis.  You can have this biscuit and your
daughter can have what she can suck out of this!  Your are a disgusting old
man trying to bribe your own unfortunate Russian compatriots for your own
sick pleasure, My mother grabbed my arm and tried to leave but she found
that the door had been somehow bolted.  For your haughty attitude I will
beat you both and you will both have to share my cock and get no food!
   With that he lashed out with his belt and caught my mother across the
back and she screamed.  I tried to stop him but although old he was still
agile he caught my mother's already torn blouse and ripped it completely
off her back.  She spun around now naked to the waist and he lashed out
again striking her left breast with full force leaving a wide red stripe
across her pale skin.  "Nooo noooo, I screamed, stop hurting my momma I
will do as you say The Old man grinned with satisfaction but lashed out
again and again at my mother she took the full force of the leather strap
over and over again even though she tried to shield her self with her
hands. When she finally stumbled and fell over he threw away his belt and
dragged her to her feet by her hair.  She was barely ably to support her
own weight and her arms hung loosely but her sides I was screaming
hysterically for him to stop but he took her by the neck with his left hand
and held her steady before punching her at least two or three times
directly in the face with his right before letting her drop to the floor
her face a bloodied mess.  Not content he added a couple of kicks to her
stomach and she began to loose control of her bladder.
   My mother lay unconscious on the timber floor, a pitiful sight naked to
the waist, her whole upper body, breasts and back red with the marks from
his leather belt.  Her once lovely face swollen bruised and bleeding.  She
still wore her long skirt but had lost her shoes at some point during her
ordeal.  The old man pulled up a chair and produced a bottle of vodka from
somewhere and drank it straight from the bottle.
   He stared at his bloodied work in silence for a few minutes while I
stood shaking wondering if he would start on me next.  Then without even
raising his head to look at me he spoke.  "Get over here and get your mouth
on my cock before I kick the cunt out of your slut of a mother."
   I was revolted but my fear drove me to do as he said and I fell down on
my knees between his legs while he took out his penis.
   It was soft and flaccid but I took it in my mouth and sucked it hoping
that he would approve as I had little knowledge of such things.
   He gradually started to stiffen but as he continued to drink it began to
have an effect.  He was falling asleep.  I began to slow and his penis
shrank completely.  I waited until he began to snore before I dared rise
and go to my mother.
   Thank God she was still breathing, but it was obvious that she would
need medical attention.  I couldn't think what to do.  I knew that if the
old man awoke I would be in for a terrible beating.  I once again thought
to escape, I ran to the door pulling at the latch but it would not budge
then I noticed that he had kicked a wedge under it and this was stopping it
from opening.
   I tried to remove it with my hands but it was stuck fast, I would have
to hit it with something hard and risk waking the old mad man.  I was so
frightened I was not thinking clearly, I picked up a steel rod from the
fire place and although I thought of hitting the old man I could not bare
the thought of the consequences if I did not manage to kill him with the
first blow.  I made my mind up to escape and seek help.  With one last
glance at the old man to ensure he was sleeping I struck the timber wedge.
It moved but it was not free.  I looked back nervously, the noise had
roused the old man but he was not yet properly aware of his senses.  In
desperation I struck it two or three times in quick succession and finally
it came loose.  I dropped the steel rod and opened the door as quickly as I
could manage and as I did so I could hear the old man cursing.  At last I
was outside once again.  It had been snowing overnight and the landscape
was bleak and white.  I began to run down the road calling for help but
there was not a soul in sight.  I looked back expecting to see the old man
but he had not ventured out.
   Fear kept me on my feet and moving but I began to cry wondering what
would be the fate of my mother or indeed myself.  I don't know how far I
had run before my feet began to become unsteady with fatigue.  Then I
noticed it far in the distance I could see something black and it was fast
approaching.  Fear gripped me once again I at once wanted to run and yet
knew that If I wanted to save my mother I would have to risk what ever
might eventuate.within a few minutes I could make out the speeding black
thing as a motorcycle.
   I felt a chill that was more than the biting cold that penetrated my
thin dress.  I stood alone in the center of this track that stretched into
the distance my eyes fastened onto the approaching machine and I began to
wave my hands and call for help.  The vehicle became clearer and I knew
instinctively that it was German I lowered my arms and stood as if frozen
to the spot.  It began to slow andthen suddenly skided to a halt.  It was
some distance away but I could see now that it was a motorcycle with
sidecar and on the front was painted the twin lightning flashes of the
Germans most feared elite military force, the SS.  It stopped a good
distance from me and I heard the engine com to a stop.  There was a moment
of total stillness before a man stepped out of the sidecar.  He wore a
black lather greatcoat as I had seen the German officers wear back in the
camp.  He seemed to be staring at me as he withdrew his pistol and began
walk towards me.  I closed my eyes and said a little prayer hoping that
this might be a good man and that I might not die this day.  At five meters
he stopped and raising his pistol and said, "Sprechen Sie Deutsches?"
   I fell to my knees and said, "Nyet nyet, I Russe benötige ich Hilfe!" It
was just about all the German I knew or could remember.  He moved closer
and felt my body for I suspect a concealed weapon but I was completely
naked except for my cotton dress.  I held my arms in the air and kept
begging him in my simple German, Momma, Momma, danger, danger schnell
schnell Finally satisfied that I held no risk he allowed me to put down my
hands I pointed back up the road and made a shape like a gun with my hand.
and kept saying, "Hilfe!" He took my hand holstered his pistol and led me
back to the vehicle.  He stepped back inside and pulled me and I fell
awkwardly on top of him.  I was thankful for the heat that emanated from
his body.
   He gripped me tightly just under my breast and signaled to his driver to
advance.  The biked was kicked into life and we continued along the road I
had just traveled in fear.  Soon the Old mans house came into view.  I
pulled on the Soldiers arm shaking my head and putting my fingers to my
lips.  He understood and he signaled to the driver to depart the road and
park behind a small hillock.  I started to cry saying "help my momma
please" in a mix of Russian and my poor understanding of German.  The
German soldier lifted me out with two hands and then stepped out himself.
He took out his pistol checked the magazine and carefully made his way
towards the house.  I went to follow but the motorbike driver held my
shoulder firmly.  I saw the German soldier in the black coat cautiously
approach the door that had been left ajar.  Seconds later I heard a scream
and broke away from the driver.  Running towards the house I kept calling
"momma momma".  I reached the door in time to see the German soldier, he
had a wire around the old mans neck and had pulled him off my mother
Although he was being slowly strangled his penis was still erect.
   To be continued.  comments to: karllutze@yahoo.com.au
   All criticism accepted, all correspondence answered.
   
  
The Life and Times of Janna and Katya