Deutscher Samen SS Chapter 8 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued.

"On the Road to Kiev"

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