DUTSCHER SAMEN SS CHAPTER 9
"On The Road To Kiev"

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by Herman Hauptmann

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 Early that morning we left the commune and continued down the perilous mountain track away from the forest and into the endless Russian stepps we must have slipped through the Reds net, as we encountered no further resistance.
The terrain began to level out and we could see in the distance the main road we were to follow.  A long black column seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions and I now became dismayed at our chances of survival.  On the horizon I could see columns of smoke and hear the thump of heavy guns.
It began to crystallise with me just how much we had lived an unreal existence not realising the suffering of our frontline troops.
 Apart from a few skirmishes with partisans we had seen practically no action at all.  As we drew nearer the column I could see that many of our pitiful men were on foot, their uniforms were almost rags, every available moving vehicle I saw was loaded to overflowing with heavily bandaged wounded, dirty and exhausted.  
Scattered along the way were the bodies, the ones who could walk no further, feeling of utter hopelessness prevailed,

It now seemed to be every man for himself!  As we continued we saw every description of vehicle, burnt, damaged stalled or stopped, perhaps from breakdown or lack of fuel.  Our own trucks and all our other vehicles were ordered to take on as many of the wounded as they could carry, while I reorganised the order of our convoy.

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

Our Army now consisted of guns and trucks being towed by horses and peasant wagons caring our wounded.  It was essential that I find a senior commanding officer so I could discover our situation and participate where possible in regrouping these demoralised men.  During the journey I counted three of our earlier transports stopped and deserted by the side of the road, what had become of most of their human cargos I never discovered.  
We caught up with two more that had run out of fuel, the women too afraid of our own troops to leave the vehicles and their guards to few to protect them.  
We managed to replenish their fuel supply and got them on their way.
 Day by day we pressed on, often attacked from the air by Russian Yak fighters that would bring all movement to a standstill and send the whole column scrambling to the sides of the road.
 Then after more carnage and destruction the dead and wounded would be dragged clear, the wrecked vehicles pushed to one side and the column once again begin its demoralised, inevitable and slow crawl forward.  This was the Army that had crushed the Poles in seven days, smashed the might of France and advanced to the gates of Moscow.  I could not believe we had come to this!
The Russians struck at us at will, their fighters roamed the skies without any sight of our famous Luftwaffe.  I could not imagine what had gone wrong.  

I tried to question every officer I came across, they all spoke of great unimaginable battles of men and armour, we were told that our troops were making fighting retreat and if we could make it to Kiev where we would be reinforced we may have a chance.
It seemed the Russians were so numerous that no matter how many were killed there were always fresh divisions to face while our own numbers steadily declined.
 We reached the fog-shrouded banks of the Dnieper on the 23rd of Feb 1943 where to my astonishment whole German armies waited to cross the few bridges our engineers had managed to restore.  The Russians pressed us hard and I ordered most of the Wiking SS men under my command to help secure our perimeter while we somehow crossed the river.
  I set up a camp among the ruins of broken buildings, salvaged and mounted a number or anti aircraft guns as they arrived and had them manned to help defend our crossing.
  Over the next two days I discovered the rest of our convoy and a number of women and men who had struggled in on foot from their abandoned vehicles.  I managed somehow to keep our group together and commandeered an old ferry and one by one with luck and fortitude managed to get almost all the vehicles and women across under cover of night.  In the morning the Russians began to shell and fire on those still waiting to cross and I watched as many were shot like ducks on a lake. 
Meanwhile our troops had established a new front hoping to find safety on the western bank of the Dneiper, our divisions had dug themselves in and were determined to stop the reds once and for all. 
Unfortunately few understood the situation The Red Army was moving towards us from Cherkassy and the Dnieper in the west.  From the north they had crossed the Desna trapping many of our troops at the confluence of the Desna and Dnieper. 
Winter had now begun and despite the respite from attack we all fell into a mood deep depression that lasted a couple of days. 
Eventually once we had rested we began to get our spirits back and once again got on our way. 
Towards noon we reached a German staging area and I was surprised by the quantity of new supplies I saw. 
I made myself known to the Panzer colonel who commanded the group and invited him to inspect our convoy.  I had thrown up a Hessian barrier around our trucks so our women could leave the trucks and stretch their legs and relieve themselves with a little privacy and comfort.  A row of pregnant women stood at attention for his inspection. 
I explained what our mission had been and the work of the Deutscher Samen.
He complimented my men and me and agreed to replenish some of our supplies and refuel our trucks at great risk to his own safety. 
For the first time I saw the famous Tiger Tanks and fresh troops in new reversible uniforms the same as our own
There must have been over seven thousand men, a hundred tanks, an equal number of machine gun carriers and light cavalry consisting of motorbike with sidecars. 
All together a well organised powerful mechanised unit. 
In the morning we were awoken to the roar of Porsche engines as tank after tank fired up their motors.  My heart swelled with pride as I said goodbye to the Colonel and wished him luck. 
I couldnt help feel emotionally moved as I saw the sight of our long formidable Panzer columns moving off towards the front with a terrible roar and din that must have been audible for miles. 
With well-needed rest and our spirits lifted we once again pulled up camp and headed west. 
We reached Konotop amongst a huge swarm of troops looking for transport, which unfortunately I had to decline. 
I had my orders and I had to deliver our Mothers to safety, while our soldiers fought the Red Army. Konotop had been reduced to rubble we followed the track of one of our Tiger tanks that had smashed everything in its path until we discovered the tank itself immobilised with the loss of one of its tracks.  It was still in action firing into the rubble up ahead we backed up quickly before the reds returned the fire with half a dozen shells.  We were trapped and our way forward blocked and we waited between two ruined buildings as shells reined in all directions.  At any time we could have all been killed, I handed around tins of soup to our women who now realised that their fate depended on luck and my skill to avoid be caught by the encroaching enemy.  Twelve hours later the shelling had eased and we followed a new route to the west that we were told was our only chance.  All our armour was to concentrate at one point in an attempt to break the Russian encirclement and we would follow closely behind.  Several of our women had been hit with shrapnel and were being treated by our Doktors, but we dare not stop.
We followed in the wake of the first thrust before the Russians had a chance the reorganised and were successful in breaking out.

Out of 2,785 women and 450 Officers and soldiers and staff who had set out we had lost 922 women and 72 soldiers and 12 officers.
On the 2nd of March we abandoned our vehicles and with the train loaded with our necessary supplies and confident I had all those I could account for from our camp. 

The train was loaded to its maximum capacity and we departed under cover of darkness.
   Myself, Fritz and the Deutscher Samen occupied the first carriage officers were given no favoured treatment apart from a small desk for my maps and my files.  Our staff included Doktors and Nurses, Yana, Svetlana,

Irina and the four women who were still not pregnant (for easy access) occupied the next carriage.  As we speed along a white landscape past before us. 
To relieve our tension I requested the four women who had not conceived be bought forward and that four of my men have another go at impregnating them, in the warmth of the carriage I had them undress, to save space they were done one at a time. 
Peter volunteered to go first and unsheafed his upward curving erection, guided her into position and plunged it straight up her well worn canal until only his balls were visible.

  She gasped and he began to buck his hips into her, the rocking of the train only multiplied her excitement and her full breasts began to bob and bounce to the movement.  We were all enjoying the exhibition and while the other women waited their own turn I could see them nervously opening and closing their legs in anticipation.
   After ten minutes I could hear Peter's breath becoming more laboured when he suddenly took hold of and squeezed her breasts with both hands and bit her on the neck.  She squealed, her breasts were bright red and her nipples looked like they were about to burst as he deposited his seed into her womb for the umpteen time.
   As he withdrew his limp cock a look of satisfaction came over his face and we all applauded.
   Needless to say each of my men tried to out perform the other and for the time being our minds were taken away from the war and the deadly dangers we faced.  It was such an enjoyable sight to see nature take its course and to watch a mature woman's body publicly (because by now these women made no pretence at modesty), react to the invasion of a huge thick cock.

They pretended not to participate or enjoy it but their reactions betrayed them.  The way they would shamelessly spread their thighs while awaiting my men to get into position and the look of ecstasy on their faces when a cock plunged into then, stretching and filling their vaginas in one stroke, the way their mouths would open in a silent scream as a flood of sperm burst inside them!

  For the next twelve hours at least one of the four women were being systematically rutted and if they werent rutting they were on their knees sucking our men's cocks.  I used my camera to record and document many of these intimate moments.

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