                                                                “The Making of Hans Möller” 

From the Deutscher Samen collection
By Herman Hauptmann

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I swear by God this sacred oath, that I will render unconditional obedience to Adolf Hitler, the Furhrer of the German Reich and people, Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces and will be ready as a brave soldier to risk my life at any time for this oath.” 
Oath of Loyalty - German Armed Forces 1939.

Hauptsturmführer SS. Hans Möller did not know why Germany had lost the (1914-18) Great War.
It seemed as though they had been winning.
Germany did after all occupy French territory and then all of a sudden it was over.
He came back to Berlin depressed, dejected and pennyless to be with his schoolday sweetheart Helga who had promised to wait for him.

She was no beauty in fact rather plain and now was becoming a little overweight but she loved him, Hans was sure of that.
He knew he was nothing special himself although he did not drink or smoke and prided himself on being honest, strong and caring with a good and gentle heart.

Hans went back to the only job he knew, he was a bricklayer by trade but would lay paths and do odd jobs as well, he had always worked hard and continued to do so, going without and saving every pfennig. 

Helga had done the same, working at the local market selling ducks and duck eggs whenever possible to add to their savings.
They had their eyes on a tiny block of land on which Hans would build a modest house so they could finally be married. 
With their small savings their goal looked to be finally within reach when in 1923 so undeservedly tragedy struck.

Their tiny bank account was made worthless overnight by rampant inflation.
How or why Hans did not understand but he felt sure that just as Germany had mysteriously lost the war when they had been winning now everyone’s wealth had been stolen just as they had begun to recover.
He was sure that this was not a natural occurrence and that someone, somehow had a mind to punish Germany and her people.

Personally he was devastated, he felt shattered; it struck at his self-respect, his very existence, and the order of how he felt things should be.
It wasnt fair.
Most Germans had looked to the government for leadership but it became obvious that they had lost direction and were now quarrelling between themselves.
Hans felt abandoned, alone and ashamed.

His pride dictated that he would never be able to marry without being able to provide for his Helga.
Helga was depressed she understood and it seemed that now despite their love and struggle to be together she would never be married or become a respectable woman.
One who could walk arm in arm with her husband on market day nodding at the locals, walking proudly and holding her head high.
She would never have children and never be greeted politely with “Good morning Frau Möller!” as she strolled to Church on a Sunday. 
She had imagined how it would feel on many occasions but now it seemed all was lost.
Now she would continue to be the “mistress” and the butt of young men’s jokes.

The plight of Germany continued to deteriorate, unemployment followed on the heels of inflation and now struck at the more well to do as well.

Many simply sold up and moved away.

Hans did whatever small jobs he could pick up, for whatever someone was willing to pay and gradually the neighborhood he used to frequent for odd jobs began to change. 
Years went by and houses slowly began to take on new owners; they were mostly Jews and shopkeepers who had come from the east.
He didn’t like their accents or their haughty manners or absurd names, but reluctantly worked for these new masters as he had always worked for those who were better of then himself.
As much as he resented their new ways he somehow admired them as well.
What he admired most was their ability to have money and to spend it, a luxury Hans had never known, 
Hans never really gave it too much thought, for him the most important aspect was  jobs for him to do and money for him to earn.
He knew he could never aspire to live like them and he knew he never would.
He would be content with Helga and a small cottage with a few ducks and chickens and a small plot for their vegetables.

Despite his pessimism things did began to improve and again he and Helga had together a small deposit.

He was nearing 40 when he finally married Helga they had continued their thrift and had managed to purchase a  bungalow with a small garden in Rangsdorf on the edge on town.
Happiness although slow in coming was finally at their doorstep and their lives may have turned out differently had that year not been 1929.
The American depression swept the world and dealt a devastating blow to the fragile German economy.
Herr Hans Möller joined the ranks of six million unemployed and went hungry on many occasions; he did not starve but survived due to his and his wife’s ability to scratch sustenance from the small garden plot that adjoined their house.

Hans and Helga were poor, down at heart and almost back at their beginning with little to eat and plenty of time on their hands.

Helga tended the garden and took in washing while Hans wandered the streets in search of work.
On one of these occasions mostly to rest his feet he entered into a meeting of war veterans at the local Town hall and discovered National Socialism.

He listened spellbound to one orator after another; they seemed to understand his frustrations and knew who was to blame for his and Germany’s difficulties and how it could be put right!
It seemed Germany "had to be reborn; it deserved a place in the sun”, which was certainly true. 
"But it wouldn’t happen by itself, its people needed to pick themselves up and throw out the parasites that ate away at their nation."

Germany needed to be united that was clear and obvious.
It made a lot of sense to Hans, he was sick and tired of politicians and promises that never materialized and their constant accusations.

The party was the NSDAP and it offered something different.
Their leader Herr Hitler wanted Germany strong; he focused his attention on Versailles Treaty, where huge reparations were unfairly punishing Germany and it's citizens.
Then there were the “November criminals”, the Marxists ever pushing for civil disorder and division when it was unity that was needed.
Last but not least, they spoke in length of internal enemy number 1, the “Jew”, who was responsible for all Germany’s domestic problems.
It was now clear to Hans Möller, it had been the Communists, Marxists and Jews who had stabbed Germany in the back in the Great War. 
The Jews were stealing the country’s wealth and the Marxists and communists corrupting Germany’s youth.
Herr Hitler had said, “If something wasn’t done soon Germans would become slaves in their own country”.

Hans Möller had to agree; the way things were going it was a distinct possibility 
This party had a common sense approach that he understood; they called a spade a spade.
He admired their solidarity and military like brown uniforms and when their anthem played “Raise high the flag!” his hair stood up on the back of his neck!

That day he joined the SA!

In 1930 Hans cast his vote for the one and only candidate he thought offered any hope to the German people, Adolf Hitler.
He read the slogans that began to appear on every wall, “National Socialism was the organized will of the German Nation.”
He believed now he belonged to a great national revolution that would come like a storm to forge a new Germany.

He had taken the oath of Blood and Honour and together one people united behind the Fuhrer would make a difference he could feel there was a change in the air.
He would still go to work humble and dutifully during the week but the weekends would be his time and he would don his brown uniform and volunteer his services in the cause of the New Germany.

On weekends Hans walked with a swagger and became louder and prouder, with the brown uniform came a certain respect, people noticed you.
He never held back, he was always in the front whenever there was a brawl and he was needed, he gave unselfishly and he discovered that he was also good with his fists.

He had been Ernst Röhm’s personal bodyguard on numerous occasions and had sworn to defend him with his own life!

He believed in the Party and that the new Germany would prevail.
But although he had pledged his devotion to the SA leader and always attended meetings he had always been passed over in promotion and had not risen higher than the humble rank of Rottenführer.
But then his luck mysteriously began to change.
He had been ordered to attend a meeting of SA leaders at the Hanselbauer Hotel in Bad Wiessee, on the 30 June but had come down with a bad chill.

Helga, with some difficulty had persuaded him not to attend and so it had come as a total shock to Herr Möller when he read the morning’s news that Ernst Röhm had been disclosed as a traitor. 
By all accounts he had been planning a Putsch and thanks to the Reichsführer Heinrich Himmler’s acute awareness it was discovered just in time.
Röhm had been arrested court-martialed and shot.
Hans again felt lost and betrayed and felt that this time he may have inadvertently put his own life in danger.

There were rumours that nearly 200 had already been tried and shot.
He rushed home to tell Helga the news and to decide together what to do.
As always Helga came to his rescue.
She had a friend who knew a friend in the newly formed SS-Sonderkommando Jüterbog.
SS Guards and training cadres were being requited for the NSDAP hierarchy, a duty that Hans was very familiar with.
Helga had been given an assurance that a certain person would look into the mater and would see what could be done.
A day latter it was arranged.
Hans would burn his brown uniform and SA papers and take a new oath to the Fuhrer Adolf Hitler. 
He would join the SS as Unterscharführer and was placed under the direct command of a fine officer Hauptsturmführer Fritz Klingenberg.
Helga would also volunteer to do her duty as a nurse on the Eastern front.
Their fate was sealed and bound together.
Germany was moving inevitable towards war, rebirth would be from its cauldron.
Hans had been amongst the first troops to enter Austria on March 12, 1938 as a Motorcycle assault unit.
As he strode the streets of Vienna he wore his black uniform with a new pride that far excelled even that he had felt when he first wore the brown uniform of the SA.
He stood tall and was amazed how men and women would quake and tremble when he spoke.
He liked the feeling and although considered himself a fair man vowed that those who had grown rich at the expense of those like himself and Helga who only knew honest toil would pay the price.

As Unterscharführer he was put in charge of twenty men and given a list of addresses.
A week later his Corps was given the task of flushing out the resident Jews and documenting them for transportation. 
He arrived with a truck and two motorcycles with sidecars, it was a three-storied house in a part of the City reserved for those who were wealthy and lived above the rest.
He boldly approached the front door and banged it with his fist.
Unterscharführer Hans Möller grew even more annoyed when a servant answered the door.
“Is this the residence of Dr Abraham and Freda Rosenstrauss?” he asked in a loud demanding voice.
As soon as she had replied in the affirmative he pushed past her and waved in ten of his men who immediately spread out throughout the building.

As the men searched the house he stood in the living room admiring the beautiful drapes, polished timber paneling and original oil paintings that festooned the walls.
If only Helga could see me now he thought.
His mind was bought back to reality as the doctor and his family were pushed into the room.
He took their names, Dr Rosenstrauss, his Wife, their three daughters Judith, Miriam, Sussana and two sons Levi and Jacob.
He asked demandingly for their money and everything of value.

The soldiers carried with them a number of bags and began to fill them with silverware and other valuables but as the commander he reserved the right for the first pick.
He was not a greedy man nor did he feel he was stealing, these people had after all stolen his and Helga’s savings and every other hard working Germans, how else could they have attained such wealth when all Germany went starving.

He chose a gold wedding ring that Frau Rosenstrauss wore on her finger, it was studded with diamonds and rubies, he had never seen such extravagance. 
It had always weighed on his mind that he had been unable to buy Helga even the simplest of wedding rings and he knew how proud she would feel when he slipped these astonishing gems on her finger.

Frau Rosenstrauss handed it over on demand and he slipped it into his pocket, everything else of value was divided among his men.
He examined his captives intently.
Was there something about the Jews that he could not see, why were they able to flourish when everyone else floundered.

He could see their dark smoldering eyes and olive complexions that almost had an air of sensuality but he put such thoughts out of his head in the past.
However this time his curiosity finally got the better of him and he asked Frau Rosenstrauss to remove her clothes.
She whimpered and looked directly at her husband taking his hand.
One of the Unterscharführer’s men pushed the mussel of his gun into her breast and her husband said, “We are all in danger, please do as he says woman.”

She immediately began to remove each item of clothing in silence until she was completely naked with the exception of a gold chain and the star of David which she wore about her neck.

She stood in front of her family her maid and all ten of my men,  humiliated with her legs together eyes cast down to the floor, trying to cover between her legs with one hand and her breasts with the other.

Still Hans noticed how much darker her nipples were compared to his Helga’s and how much more hair grew between her legs.
He was genuinely interested and attempted to slip a finger between her legs to part her labia, when she protested loudly.

Hans slapped her face hard telling her “show some respect to your new masters now get on your knees!”
When Hans put his hand on his Luger, her husband intervened pleadingly.
"Sir forgive my wife, she does not understand your meaning."
He spoke to her in Yiddish, “Please do what he says Freda, or you will get us all killed, these men are murderers”.

His intervention only served to bring him a hard slap across the face as well and told to “shut up!’
For her disobedience and haughty demeanor Hans would punish her himself.
He undid his trousers took out his penis and told her to suck it, no longer would he be at the beck and call of people like the Rosenstrausses, he would enjoy humiliating them.
She was a little slow to respond so Hans slapped her face once again before she took his penis into her mouth and as her children and husband watched began to work it back and forth to a full erection.

It wasn’t long before Hans ejaculated.
Some of his sperm went into her mouth some splashed across her face.
Hans pushed her backwards and she fell sprawling on to the living room carpet.

He spoke to his men abruptly “lets go, we’re finished here!”
He did up his trousers and followed them all outside where a group of twenty or so curious neighbours had gathered to watch what was happening. 
The family were pushed and stumbled into the street, Frau Freda Rosenstrauss trying to cover herself, still naked in view of her neighbours.
Most stood in silence but a few ventured "Jewish swine" and "They will get what’s coming to them"
The soldiers acted quickly, they were all loaded into the back of the truck and departed.

Hans would drop them all off at a collection point at the railway station as ordered, what happened to them after that was none of his concern.

That day he visited ten more Jewish homes.
He was a good soldier who understood discipline, he never allowed his men to molest or harm any of the Jews.
He took that responsibility upon himself.
He enjoyed feeling their breasts or putting his hand between the women’s legs to pulling on their labia, especially in front of their husbands.
He loved to make their children masturbate him as their parents watched in shame.
He loved the feeling of power he felt and the shame and humiliation it bought to his victims.

A little treasure was expected and quietly overlooked by authorities and he would only ever take something small to atone for all those years he and Helga had suffered, leaving the rest for his men.
But he was beginning to take a subtle pleasure in humiliating his Jewish captives.

On the 8th of April all motorized divisions were ordered to advance to the border of Czechoslovakia and his unit led the advance.

On the morning of April 12th, 1941, SS Hauptsturmführer Fritz Klingenberg, Unterscharführer Hans Möller and other members of his motorcycle assault company approached Belgrade from Pancevo along the bank of the river Danube.
Klingenberg was anxious to enter the city but the swollen river and lack of any usable bridges prevented a direct assault and the motorcycle assault company had no bridging equipment.
However luck was with them, Hans Möller discovered a motor launch on the north bank of the river. Klingenberg, Möller and a hand full of men crossed the Danube. 

When the group had reached the other side, Klingenberg sent two men back for reinforcements and proceeded into downtown Belgrade, where they encountered a group of twenty Yugoslavian soldiers with a little negotiating and without firing a shot the Yugoslavs surrendered. 
Not much later, a group of military vehicles approached and after a short battle, the Czechs surrendered and the Germans captured their vehicles.

The assault group (now motorized again!) headed towards the Yugoslavian War Ministry, but when they arrived they discovered the building abandoned, probably vacated during the Luftwaffe’s attack on the city. 
Since there was no military command left in Belgrade, Klingenberg proceeded to the German embassy, which had remained open. 
Unterscharführer Hans Möller proudly unfurled a large swastika and proudly raised it over the embassy to declare the capture of the city.
 
Two hours later, the Mayor of Belgrade Dragi Jovanovi?, a nervous and sweating balding man in a shabby black suit arrived at the embassy and surrendered the city to Klingenberg.
It was not until the next day that a sizeable German force arrived to secure the city. 
Hans Moller accompanied The Mayor and a number of SS men back to the Mayors House, which was duly appropriated as SS headquarters 

For capturing Belgrade, SS Haupsturmführer Fritz Klingenberg was awarded the Knight’s Cross and was recalled to Berlin to meet the Fuhrer and to accept his decoration.
Unterscharführer Hans Möller had been given a new order and temporality took command of the motorcycle assault unit.

The following morning the City’s Mayor was ordered to attend a briefing where we explained the Reich Fuhrer’s latest directive.
Five thousand healthy Jews ages 15 to 30 would be required immediately from the local population for labour camps in Germany.

One thousand healthy Aryan women between the ages of 15 and 25 would also be required, the reason was not given, but it was impressed on him that he should make every endeavour to see that our needs were meet on pain of his own life.

Naturally he saw reason and was only too happy to oblige. 
He issued orders immediately, the local police would begin issuing transport documentation to all Jews and he promised Unterscharführer Hans Möller they would soon have the required numbers.

As for the Aryan women, no list was had or could be easily compiled but he suggested that we begin our search at the university of Belgrade where we would be able to observe a concentrated selection of the countries young female intelligencia.
The mayor made a phone call to the Chancellor on the 16th, organized a meeting and arranged a visit and that Morning a nervous Mayor accompanied Hans Möller to the University.

One hundred and twenty armed SS men arrived with vehicles, exits were blocked and guarded while some men were put on standby and visited the Gymnasium 
The process began according to plan in a calm and regulated manner.
The role was called and it was announced that all student’s papers would be documented and checked; they should go to their classrooms where they would be called for an interviewed in due course.

A conference room was taken over and would be used to interview the women.
The City’s Mayor and University’s Chancellor were given observation status while Unterscharführer Hans Möller presided over the interviews along with a dozen other SS men.
All males were then told they would not be required and ordered to vacate the premises immediately.
Ten females were selected from the Faculty of Science and ushered into the room for the first interview.
Nine were found to be Slavic with mixed Celtic and Slavic heritage and one was defined as a Jewess.
None would be required the little Jew would inevitably be caught up in the police sweep of the city.

All were released but since his first experience with the wealthy Jews of Vienna Hans Möller was becoming obsessed with their dark sensuality. 
Just as they were about to depart Hans called, “Except the little Jewess!”
She reluctantly turned as the others departed relieved closing the door behind them.

Hans Möller’s heart began to beat faster.

He spoke to her directly.

“You are the first Jewess we have seen here in Belgrade and my men would like to learn more about your race.”
Two soldiers who had not been too careful where they had put their hands quickly measured her.
Her racial statistics were taken, she was rather small about 160 cm or about 5’3” she was 19 yeas old, dark olive complexion and wore glasses.

Hans looked deeply into her eyes and spoke to her softly.

What is your name child?
“Ester Hadassah Sir.”
Ester I am a German male and as such am your natural master and you shall address all Germans as such, do you understand?

“Yes master”

“Good!”

Don’t worry we will not harm you, we simply want to learn why Jews breed so well, now take off your clothes so we can have a good look at your genitalia!”

Ester began to shake.

“Are you cold child?”

“No my master,”

"Then why are you shivering?”

“I am frightened my master there are many men watching.”

Hans stared at her coldly.

Ester understood that nothing was going to change and tried to do as she had been told, beginning by unbuttoning her blouse but she began to tremble so much that her fingers were no longer capable of any form of dexterity.

As he watched her fumbling Hans began to feel his penis swell in his trousers.
He was ashamed that this young Jewess hardly more than a child was causing him to be aroused in this manner.

Unterscharführer Hans began to grow disturbed, nervous and impatient to see her young body he began to raise his voice.
“Come on, come on hurry up, get your clothes off quickly!”
He reached out and took hold of the top of her blouse and ripped it down the front sending buttons scattering across the floor.
The force made her stumble and her glasses fell on to the floor.

She seemed to caste a sexual spell over him; he could feel his penis pulsating.
He began to shout at her, taking sexual pleasure in her fear and humiliation.
He began to use abusive language.
“Quickly get those little fat Jewish tits out now”, he demanded as he quickly picked up a cane that rested on the desk.
Tears began to run down her face as she struggled to release her bra from the fastening behind her back, when suddenly the Unterscharführer swung low against her thin shaking legs.

She tried to anticipate the strike and put her hands down to protect herself and at the same time her now unclasped bra fell off leaving her young heaving breasts free.
The City Mayor loosened his collar; the Unterscharführer was feeling uncomfortable he could feel his penis continue to strain against his trousers.

He felt her tender left breast with his right hand.

She was afraid and visibly shaking.

“Are you a virgin Ester?”

“Yes my master”,
The look on Hans face seemed to change, he squeezed her breast tight before holding her nipple between two fingers.
"You are hurting me," she cried.

“ I think you are a typical Jewess liar, you have been fucking today already, isn’t that so?

“No my master.’
He slapped her right breast hard with his left hand leaving a red mark!

“Don’t lie to me!”
She winced and covered her stinging breast with her hand.

He began unbuttoning her skirt.

She pleaded with him, “ Please leave me alone I have done nothing wrong”.

“You have forgotten who I am Ester and that I can do with you whatever I wish. 
She tried to push his hands away but was rewarded with another quick hard slap this time to her to her left breast.
Again she moved her hands to cover and sooth her burning breasts.

She began to sob uncontrollably loosing control of her bladder; urine began to trickle down her legs.
Hans having unbuttoned her skirt let it fall to the floor leaving her in only her soaked panties and shoes. 
He then noticed that one of her hairy and thick labia was protruding from the side of her panty gusset.

He licked his lips and his breath quickened.
He took hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled them up tight forcing them into her crack separating her large bulging labia and bringing them both into view.
Then with a sudden upward jerk her pants gave way at the crutch, the waistband broke and he tore the garment off, leaving her completely nude!

Ester stood naked in the centre of the room her feet together, her head bowered.
Her black curly hair fell over her face, which she now covered with both hands.

Hans stood in silence with the cane in his left hand.
He studied her naked body, the shape of her breasts, her large dark nipples that fear had made stand erect and the prolific hair that covered her genitals.
He could just make out the shape of the two thick swollen brown lips that protruded from her bush.

Quietly now he slowly and almost tenderly ran his fingers between her legs spreading her labia.

He stopped suddenly withdrawing his hand and took a step back, disgusted in his own weakness.

He began to shout new obscenities at her but the message was meant for his men and possibly to reinforce his own faltering convictions.

“Look at this little Jewish slut, is there anyone here who will fuck her for me?
A young corporal stepped forward I will fuck the little slut sir with pleasure.
Permission granted.
He took of his coat pulled his braces over his shoulders and unbuttoned his fly while another German soldier kept her in a head lock, he stared at her swollen red slash that peaked from her mass of fine black curls 
The soldier had a bit of an repretation among his peers his cock was long and thick and he bent his legs to find her entry.
She began to scream and struggle but with a tight grip of her hair he forced his stiffening cock into her passage.

As he straightened his legs she rose onto her tip toes he was carrying almost all her weight on his cock again and again he thrust into her.
It seemed that he would split her into.

I would like to have my cock in her but I would be fouling my seed, committing a crime against the German people.”

He grew silent once again staring at the naked sobbing young girl and slapping the cane against the side of his leg, perhaps contemplating her fate or indeed his own.

Then suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed her by the back of the neck.
We will learn to deal with these Jews and their poisonous cunts and wombs you can be sure of that but unfortunately not today!”

“Today we have more important work to perform.” 
He led her to the door, opened it and forcibly threw her out.
She fell into the corridor at the feet of an SS Guard.
Hans sighed, as if released from a great burden.
“Send in the next ten women”
The whole episode lasted no more then ten minutes.

Ester found herself on the floor without a stitch of clothing and in front of a line of astonished young women and more German guards.
She was a modest girl and a virgin, she felt humiliated and ashamed no one had ever seen her like this before and now she was completely naked, it seemed in front of the whole world.
She tried to cover her pink gaping sex with her hands as best she could, struggled to her feet and began to run.

No one intervened, she was let exit the building and was last seen running naked her young breasts bouncing from side to side as she went.
Ten more young women were pushed into the room two were blondes!
“Strip them!” Hans shouted his voice growing more authoritative and his manner more agitated.
“Strip both the blondes and fuck them now; we are wasting far too much time!”
Six men stepped forward to hold the unfortunate girls while the others tore at their clothes as they screamed and struggled.

As soon as they were naked there legs were spread apart and two men who had stripped off moved forward with their cocks erect, inserted them and started to rut them like animals in heat.
The girls continued to scream but all to no avail!

SS Unterscharführer Hans too had an erection. 

He was good at taking orders but not good at making decisions; he was becoming far too excited now in total control his word was law.
Again he opened the door and shouted to his guards “Get all the women undressed, we need to speed up the process, get them all naked and into the Gymnasium. 

Nearly six hundred women had been detained and absolute panic and chaos ensured.
More armed guards ran to covered the entrances; firing shots into the air to make there point.
“Entfernen Sie Kleidung schnell schnell!” (Undress quickly quickly!)
The women began to be herded into the gymnasium from different parts of the University undressing or being undressed along the way, their clothes and underwear were left scattered through out the corridors.
A few managed to escape what followed by climbing through windows which had been left open, or hiding in cupboards.
Unterscharführer Hans Möller made his way to the Gymnasium he was acting excitedly and irrationally.

He jumped up onto the rostrum and taking a strident pose, with hands on his hips he bellowed to his waiting men.
“Rape these women, Rape them all and satisfy your German lust, Deutschland, Deutschland über alles! 
Let the Czech’s know who their masters are, let their men know that we can take their women at will!

In a scene probably not seen since the orgies of Ancient Rome approximately 100 SS men, cheered and began to take off their uniforms.
While twenty or so guards pushed the screaming women back into a tight semicircle against the wall.

Hans took a young blonde girl from the group and quickly impaled her with his thick penis, she screamed the whole time he held her narrow hips with both hands and moved her back and forward until his lust was sated.

Nearly one hundred naked soldiers began to pull women from one by one from the group
Women with long hair found they were an easy mark, with soldiers taking a hand full of their hair and painfully dragging them from the group keeping their heads bent low. 

Many soldiers found they could hold two women at a time in this way as others maneuvered unseen to take them from behind.
Everywhere there were naked men with erections and everywhere struggling young naked women were having their legs opened, while groaning men would empty their sperm deep into their young vaginas.

Some were being taken standing up, others from behind, a tangled mass of naked flesh writhed on the floor, penetrated in every conceivable position, many of the more attractive women were being raped repeatedly.

The screaming went on for hours although the first hundred women were raped almost immediately it was obvious that most men would need a little time after their first flush of enthusiasm before continuing.

The fact that each man had to have at least five women slowed the process.
Many of the young women had been virgins and many were traumatized by the experience; others were physically small and had been injured by the size of some of men’s huge penises and lay prostrate on the floor rocking back and forward holding their bleeding seeping vaginas with their hands.

The raped women were left sobbing and moaning where they lay while the offending soldier his erect penis often red with his last victims blood advanced once more to pull another unwilling woman from the ever-decreasing circle of shrieking, writhing naked flesh.

None were spared.
That evening as the sun went down the naked and violated women gathered in small groups all over the floor of the gymnasium holding and comforting each other, some continued to moan or cry.

In this way more than 500 young women were indiscriminately raped that day and many became pregnant.

The soldiers were showering and beginning to dress their work done but Hans Moller had not been satisfied and he was not going to be denied a prize. 
He wandered amongst the cowered women inspecting them by torchlight.
He choose two blonde teenagers who somewhat reminded him of his Helga when she was younger.
Dragging the two terrified girls to their feet he attached a slim steel chain tight around each of their waists and to each he attached a lead.
He took them back to the Mayor’s grand private residence that he had confiscated for his headquarters and of his SS elite.
After using them both regularly for his sexual gratification he  would parade them naked on the lead in front of his men and government officials referring to them as his Belgrade trophies.


To be continued....


The Quiz - "The Making Of Hans Moller" 
By Herman K. Hauptmann


Questions


1.	What lowly rank did Hans Moller reach while in the SA?

2.	Where was Hans ordered to go to attend a meeting on the 30th of June, later to become known as the "Night of the long knives".

3.	What was a German pfennig?

4.	In what year did the Great depression sweep the world and devastate the German economy.

5.	How old was Hans when he finally married Helga?

6.	What is a Putsch?

7.	What was Hans Moller's rank when he joined the SS?

8.	What is the equivalent rank in the British army?

9.	The Nazi anthem "Raise high the flag was written by?

10.	Did Hauptsturmführer Fritz Klingenberg actually capture Belgrade with six men?

11.	In what year did Germany invade Austria?

12.	What was the name of the first Jewish family Hans meet in Vienna?

13.	How many children did they have?

14.	What did he take from the Jewish family as a present for his wife Helga?

15.	What did he give to Freda?

16.	What did Hans enjoy doing to the Jewish women to shame and humiliate them?

17.	What decoration did Hauptsturmführer Fritz Klingenberg receive for the capture of Belgrade?

18.	After the capture of Belgrade how many Jews were required immediately for Germany's labour Camps?

19.	How many Aryan women were required by the ReichFuhrer?

20.	Who were given observation status at the University of Belgrade?

21.	What was the name of the little Jewish girl interviewed at the Belgrade University?

22.	What did Hans notice about her?

23.	What happened to her after the interview?

24.	How many women were raped at the University?

25.	How many were spared?

26.  What did Hans take as Trophies of the City of Belgrade?


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