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The Life and Times of Janna and Katya or Two Russian Spies

A short story of a Mother and Daughter caught up in the struggle between Germany and Russia in WW 2.

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I am also interested to have the female point of view.

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 trapped with her mother in the ruins of Kiev, in the Ukraine it was 1941. 

"I knew we should have left earlier.  People everywhere told me so.
The Germans were coming and they would surely kill us or worse if we fell into their hands.  
Everyone already knew how the French and the English had been beaten by a mighty blow and now the Germans were coming like a hurricane through the sacred land of our mother Russia. They had sweeped our armies before them and now they were at the gates of Kiev, our fair city of wide streets.   
It was to late to escape and 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 enemy soldiers and without shelter. 

I was just 14 years old and I put my trust in my mother, she decided to stay and we would weather the approaching storm come what may.

Luck it seems was against us from the start.
Our home was hit by aerial bombing in the first few weeks of the engagement.  
Most of our possessions had been destroyed and we were left with nowhere to live.  
Gradually but surely hell was approaching. 
Bombs rained from the sky incessantly, killing without discretion, buildings burned and acrid smoke filled the air.
Our city was being consumed by fire and devestation; trams stood wrecked in the middle of the street, bodies lay scattered here and there like broken dolls. 
Stray dogs roamed the streets, and we were becoming like animals ourselves, scavengers, stealing what food we could find from the wreckage of homes and living in the storm water drains that ran under the city.  No one could ever have conceive that our beautiful city would be reduced to this rubble.  But here we were in a hell that no one who did not live through it could possibly imagine.

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.  From as early as I could remember life had been hard and as I grew older I realised how much my mother had sacrificed to take care of me.  I loved her dearly and trusted her judgement but for the first time in my life I feared her decision may cost us our lives.

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, hit by shrapnel, shot by snipers and only fate could explain our continued existence.

I think my mother knew in her heart 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 the rats were becoming so bold that they would bite our ears as we slepted.
Rumour had it that the Germans were already in the city. 
Some of our men folk were armed and determined to fight on but I could no longer see the point.
There lives would be wasted uselessly, some said the Germans were invinciable, some said that they had discovered how to make themselves bullet proof.
I had no idea about such things.
Mother was for giving ourselves up as soon as possible and throwing ourselves at their mercy.  
The Germans had food and shelter and if we could find the right sort of men, my mother believed we would be safe.  

"Come take my hand Janna," she said as she looked into my eyes and lovingly helped me out of the waste pipe.
Above ground we were in considerable danger. 

Mother spoke to me softly but in earnest, "Janna darling we have seen some terrible things but there may be worse to come.
You must prepair yourself for whatever eventuates because we will soon meet the German soldier who seems fated to be our masters.

Our best hope of not being hurt or worse will be if we can find a German officer to surrender to. The Germans surely are not all savages and I am sure the officers will treat us with some respect."

It seemed like hours had passed  while 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, but mother dragged me along until I moved without seeing, falling and stumbling as I went.
We had been dodging German patrols and looking for someone who we might risk surrendering to, it was cold and nearly dawn and we had only meant to stop for a moment but fatigue overcame us and we had both fallen off to sleep among the rubble. 

"Hände Up und erhalten auf Ihren Füßen!"  I opened my eyes with wearily, 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 instantly put our hands in the air and stood up automatically. 
The German spoke "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 seemed to be only a boy and looked as frightened as we were ourselves but my mother cautioned no.

He motioned us forward and we walked on for about ten minutes past more 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 who we supposed was his superior officer. 
 
He spoke in German, "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 old 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 reached over and 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.
The young man was very serious and stood to attention "Jawohl mein Oberleutnant."
"Not so dangerous I think."
"Jawohl mein Oberleutnant." he repeated.
"You had better search them while I keep an eye on them to make sure they don't escape."

We were taken into the doorless entrance of 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 timidly 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 his hands moved 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 man 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 directly into my eyes. 
 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.

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 "Schnell schnell" was all we ever heard. We were marched a few more doors down and this time there was a door with a guard outside.   "Zwei russische vom Hauptmann abgefragt zu werden Spione!"   The Guard gave us the once over, 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 young 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 Whermarcht grey uniform with dirty 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, gave the Nazi salute, turned and left.  
There was silence for a few moments as the officer seemed to contemplate his next action, then suddenly he grabbed my mother with one hand on the back of her neck and violently pushed her towards his desk.  
He  bent her over and forced her head down while he hitched up her dress with his other hand.  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 with his hand and pushed it into my mother and then 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.  
Momentarily he slowed, 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 both her breasts with each hand and used them to counter his violent thrusts, which he began again in earnest.  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 guard 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 red and flushed from the ordeal 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 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 spoke "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 seemed hesitant. He looked up and down the lane and saw that we were alone.
Then all of a sudden, it was "schnell, schnell" and we  moved on again until turning a deserted corner we came to an old broken cellar door.
"Gehen erhalten innen gehen jetzt!"
Alex seemed to relax a little, he  put down his rifle and opened the door.
He pointed into the dark, he obviously wanted us to go inside and we had no choice but to obey. 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 from the outside. 

 It was pitch black, we could not 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 empty bottles. Everything was dusty and it didn't seem like it 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, 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."

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 install 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, lets hope 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 (in Russian) "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.   I was embarrassed to see my mother semi naked fondling the boys privates but she seemed to know what she was doing. Then without any warning in less then two minutes the first of three or four long spurts of sperm erupted unexpectedly and landing on my mother's breasts.  
The boys laughed and I felt myself blush bright red but she kept working him up and down until she had emptied his testicles.  

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.
He positioned himself and as I squatted, he guided his penis into me.

I was a virgin until that moment and it was the strangest feeling but as I looked in Alex's face I saw kindness in his eyes.
I felt him filling me and I at once knew he would not hurt us.

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, they seemed to never stopped moving, and without even realizing it I had somehow become 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 flood over me, a feeling I had never experienced before.
I knew instinctively that 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 in the hay 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 was holding an astonishingly large and fully erect penis as well
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.
I looked at my mother and she was sucking Dieter's penis which had miraculously became stiff once again.
Gunter took me standing and every thrust he made took my breath away.
I was starting to tremble again 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.

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 in my momma's arms
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 imagine 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 feel the cream from the the two boys that continued to seep out of me.
A cold shiver came over me.
Perhaps it was the war but it seemed to me that like a drug my body now craved to have a mans penis inside me.
I kept my thoughts to myself and when we awoke it was morning and 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.

We were both hungry again and decided to risk seeking assistance from anyone who may still be home.
We moved from empty house to empty house all had been stripped burnted and abandoned.
Finally we came to one that's seemed intact and that's door was bolted.

We both knocked with our fists on the door, but no one answered, we moved around trying to see through the shutters although it was dark inside I could see that there was something moving.
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.
He 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 something worse.
My mother began to beg again for some food but felt very uneasy.
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 from 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 we tried to leave but she found that the door had been somehow locked.
For your haughty attitude I will beat you both, you will both share my cock and you will get no food!

With that he lashed out with his belt and caught my mother across the back and I heard her scream.
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 looked at me for a moment and grinned with satisfaction but then suddenly as if he had been rudely interrupted he lashed out again at my mother.
She took the full force of the leather strap over and over again even though she tried to shield herself with her hands.
Her breasts, her arms, and her back had been lashed without mercy.

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 held her by the neck with his left hand steadying her. He then punched her at least two or three times directly in the face with his right fist before letting her drop to the floor, her face a bloodied mess.
Not content he added a couple of kicks into her stomach she curled up int a feotal position and I could see she had lost control of her bladder.

My mother lay moaning on the timber floor, a pitiful sight semi naked, her whole upper body, red with the welt marks from his leather belt and her once lovely face swollen, bruised and bleeding.
She still wore her long skirt but it was now soaked with her own urine and she 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 evil work in silence while I stood shaking wondering if he still realised that I was present and if he would begin 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 and finish her for good."

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 and smelt 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 the alcohol it  began to have an effect and he began to  fall asleep. 
I began to slow my pace 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.
My thoughts once again turned to escape, I jumped up and ran to the door pulling at the latch in desperation but it would not budge then I noticed that he had kicked a wedge under it and it was this that 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 madman.
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 him 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, 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 was constant, I at once wanted to run away 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 that the speeding black object 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 the 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 realised that it was German.
I lowered my arms and stood as if frozen to the spot.

It was still 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 come to a stop.
There was a moment of total stillness and silence before a man stepped out of the sidecar.
He wore the 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 slowly 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 about 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 travelled 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 a thin piece of wire from his pocket and 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 Officer, he had a wire around the old mans neck and had just pulled him off my mother.
Although he was being slowly garroted his penis was still erect.
He was kicking his feet and his arms flew wildly in the air but the SS man held firm and with a sudden jolt I heard the crack that broke the old mans neck.
He let him drop to the floor.
It was over.

He walked to the door and called to his driver, who quickly bought the bike up to the front door.
I helped my mother into a chair and began to wipe the blood from her face.
Soon the motorcycle driver had arrived with a first aid case, pushed me away and began attending to my mother while the SS man searched the dwelling with gun drawn.
Thankfully we were alone, although the SS man found two corpses in the cellar.
I suspect the original owners of the house, murdered by the man we had encountered.
I stood watching the German soldier applying ointment to my mothers numerous injuries. she was still naked to the waist which no longer seemed to matter. Her face was a swollen mess and her heavy breasts were bruised black and blue.
Tears began to swell in my eyes as I wondered how either of us could go any further.
I tried to hold in my emotions but a soft moan escaped my lips.
Without noticing the SS Captain silently moved behind me startling me by his touch.
He gently stroked my cheek soothingly and moved his arm around my waist gradually pressing me to his body.
I began to feel nervous but he spoke to me softly in German. I did not understand but felt a certain relief.

As his held me his free hand began to undo the buttons on my peasant dress, and within a few moments he had undressed me.
My breathing began to become irregular, his fingers slipped between my legs and I began to pull his body on to mine.
It is a strange thing to recall but this total stranger had saved my mothers life and our lives were now in his hands.
I was overcome with gratitude.
I heard a groan and looked over to see the soldier applying smelling salts to my mother she was beginning to regain consciousness.
At the same time the Captain removed his belt and unbuttoned his trousers.
I stood naked waiting for what was going to happen.
Casually the captain now naked himself walked over to the fire place and threw another log on the fire.
When he turned to face me I was amazed at what I saw.
His penis stood erect and bobbed as he walked.
It was large and red I began to yearn for the feeling I had first experienced with the boys in the cellar.
He came to me and put his arms around me, lifting me off my feet and slowly lowering me again, I felt his penis begin to enter me swelling and stretching my vagina.
As much as I enjoyed the time with the boys in the cellar I now knew the difference between a man and a boy.
His grip was firm yet gentle, his penis rigid but forgiving, his stroke long and deep.
Before long I had fallen into his hypnotic rhythm.
I rode his cock for hour on hour climaxing again and again as my mother and the other soldier watched, I didn't care the feeling was wonderful.
I felt I could spend the rest of my life suspended on this mans cock although I still did not know his name.
Finally his semen burst forth filling me to overflowing.
Such passion had this German soldier unleashed in me that I clung to him even when he was finished with me and he had to push me away.
I was shamelessly naked but gave not a thought to covering myself even though both my mother and the other soldier had been watching.

Still excited but exhausted finally sleep came over me, 
It had been a momentous day, I pulled an old sheep skin over me and drifted off to sleep.
Early the next morning I was awoken by the booming of heavy artillery a few miles in the distance. 
I knew then that my bliss was once again to be short lived.
The captain was awake already and I think I saw disappointment in his eyes, he pulled the sheep skin off me and was ready to service me again.
He lifted my legs by the ankles and pushed them back until they were nearly level with my ears.
Then he entered me, almost splitting me into.
My frail limbs began to convulse wanting to swallow and hold on to his appendage.
He pounded me without the gentleness he had used the previous night, something about him had changed.
After fifteen or so minutes he pulled out of me and relaxed his grip on my ankles.
With a quick and sudden movement I was flipped on to my stomach, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees and entered me once again from behind.
This time he stood bending over me on the flat of his feet, rutting me not more than two metres from my mother who sat motionless watching our performance.
I began to tremble I could feel an orgasm building when to my astonishment the Captain pulled on my hair and as I arched my neck the Lieutenant appeared from no where holding his cock in his hand.
He held my face in two hands and inserted his cock into my mouth.
I almost choked it was so thick, but he too began a calculated rhythm that allowed me to take a breath each time he withdrew.
Soon I had learnt to take both men from either end and was eager for them both to fill me.

The captain was the first to cum, his thrusting slowed and he let out a long low groan.
I knew that his sperm was filling me and I purposely increased my grip on his cock and used my hips to continue to ride him, to drain him of his semen and to further his pleasure.
Then just as the Captain finally withdrew his Leiutanent unloaded the contentents of his testicals into my mouth.
It came as a surprise perhaps because I had been concentraiting on preasuring the Captain but now spurt after long spurt of his thick white cream filled the  back of my throat.

He held my head in between his hands now not letting me withdraw for breath, tears formed in my eyes and I started to choke.
Each time just as I thought he was finished another long spurt would erupt from the depths of his testicles and i would begin to cough again.
My mouth was full I could no longer swallow any more and it was beginning to escape from the corners of my mouth when he finally relaxed his grip.

I collapsed onto the floor gasping for air, but with a warm satisfaction that I, a fifteen year old Russian peasant girl had taken and satisfied two grow men.

When I had regained my composure I sat back resting against the wall. I gazed at the surreal scene.
My mother with her enormous red and bruised breasts and thick brown teats,and  the two men who sat still naked smoking and talking between themselves.
I smiled to myself, I could still taste the residue of sperm, I rolled it around my mouth savouring its taste refusing to swallow.
I glanced down between my legs to see how red and enlarged my vagina had become and noticed the white cream that leaked onto the floor.

I felt a warm glow come over me I closed my legs immediately hoping to retain every last drop of their precious liquid.




To be continued.

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