 Mischa Kuznetsev parts 1 & 2 together for the first time

By Herman K. Hauptmann

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 My name is Mischa Kuznetsev, I was 12 years old in 1941 when I had my first experience of the German Army.

At that time I lived with my Father Vasilyev Nicolayevich Kuznetsev he was 52 years old, my Momma Yekaterina who was 41 (my father called her "Katya" but to us she was just "Momma") my Grandmamma Anechka, who was 59 and my Grandfather Konstantin 65.
Of my siblings there was my brother Sergeyev who was 17 and my three sisters, Mariya 10, Oksana 14 and Yulia who was 16. 

We were Ukrainian and poor, for centuries our family had worked very hard tilling the soil with little result; even the revolution had made little difference to our daily lives, we were simple peasant folk; we lived for each other and shared the simple pleasures of family life.

There had been quite a commotion in our village several weeks ago and my father had brought us the news that we, that is "Russia, and consequently the Ukraine" my homeland was at war with Germany!
Few of us really understood what it meant.

What the Germans could possibly want with our poor village God only knows, we were so poor and the climate so severe that we could only just scrape a living from this hard land.

My father always said it had been better before the revolution and perhaps the Germans would be kinder than the "dictatorship of the people" that we now had.

What we produced went to the collective and although we were told things would soon get better they were without doubt getting worse and now we had war with Germany to contend with.
Now we were being told to produce more and eat less!

What follows is my eyewitness account of what happened to my family when the German Army captured our village and raided our farm. 
It was a cold and frosty morning that winter in 1941 and like every morning, summer or winter I dressed to do my chores.
I left on my pyjamas and put over them my old woollen threadbear overcoat, my woollen scarf wrapped tightly around my head and on my feet gumboots stuffed with newspapers and straw to protect them from the wet and cold. 

My first stop was the barn to visit my six ducks, I had bought them up from hatchlings and I was in the habit of calling them by their names and feeding them pieces of stale bread by hand, it was something that I took great delight in. I would often watch them vying for position, wagging their little tails and quacking to get my attention but on this day as I served up the soggy bread I was startled by an unfamiliar noise.

I stood still and turned my head straining my ears when all of a sudden I heard my old grandfather's voice, he was shouting, "Germans, Germans, run the Germans are here!"

The hair rose up on the back of my neck!

I then heard three loud cracks, the noise of motor vehicles and loud German voices.
I ran to the barn door just in time to see my grandfather stumble and tumble into the snow.
I believe he was shot.
I never saw him again.

Two grey trucks had pulled up and many armed German soldiers were jumping out and running towards our house.
I was trembling and gripped with fear, I would have run to my momma but by then the Germans were already between the house and myself and I could see two of them running in my direction.

My mother had always said, "be a sensible girl always think for yourself" and I think it was the decision I took in those next few moments that may have saved my life.
There was nothing to do but hide and hope I wasn't discovered.
As I watched six soldiers ran up to the front door of our house while others went to block the rear entrance.

My mind was racing but I remembered that from early childhood I had always used a small gap in the roof of our barn for a hiding spot when I had played with my sisters. It was a small triangular tunnel at the very apex of the roof, part of the roof's rustic construction.

I had stopped playing there after about the age of nine by which time I had grown too big to comfortably fit into the space, but at that moment it was the only place I could think of where I might not be easily discovered.

I dropped the tin buckets of slops and kitchen scraps and ran as fast as I could to the back of the barn. I drew up the ladder to the loft and scrambled up it as fast as my shaky legs would carry me. As I stepped off the wooden ladder I could hear the German voices below me.
I was too frightened to look down and continued to make for my secret hiding place.
I kicked off my gumboots and quickly stacked a few old packing cases on top of each other. I scrambled to the top and stood on my toes to reach the thick timber cross member that supported both sides of the roof.
I pulled myself up by my hands into that little dark space and safety.

It was ever so tight a fit. I had been a child for what seemed eternity but in the last year I had really grown.
I remember momma often saying that I was growing so fast that I would soon become a woman it made me feel like I was no longer a child.

I could still hear the Germans talking and had they looked up they would have been in time to see my legs and feet disappearing into the gap in the ceiling but they were now concerned only with my ducks.
They began chasing them around and around and as they caught each one they would break their necks and stuff them into a bag.

They were so cruel.

To see such poor innocent creatures that I had loved killed so wantonly brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to cry, but I held my breath and pulled myself further along my hidyhole on my stomach until I lay maybe ten meters directly above them.

I held back my tears and turned my head as I began to hear screaming coming from the house above the squawking of my ducks.
I used my hands to loosen one of the timber roof shingles to see what was happening and for the next eight hours I lay in silence as the horrors unfolded.
I saw my brother as he tried to make a run for the forest. They caught him, dragged him back two men held his arms as a soldier beat him without mercy until he finally went limp and silent. I think he was killed.

There were so many noises and voices all happening at once, I was confused trying to separate one from the other, above the din of the men and ducks below and the screams of my brother, I could I began to make out the screams of my mother and sisters coming from the house.

My father had been up early feeding our two horses and Momma had just called him in for breakfast.
My grandmamma had been still in bed and my sisters Mariya, Oksana and Yulia would have been just getting up and would have had no chance to escape had there been anyplace to run to.

I heard gunfire from inside the house and more squealing and crying, I hear my father's loud voice and another German voice bellowing.
There was much breaking of glass and many more sudden noises but gradually the noises subsided.
About twenty minutes past and nothing seemed to be happening until then suddenly the front door swung open and my father was marched out, his hands were tied behind his back.
He had walked no more than twenty paces when a German solder ran up behind him suddenly and hit him in the back of the head with what looked like an iron bar.
I could hear the crack as it met his scull. He dropped to the ground without a word; I shut my eyes and prayed.

I was sure he must have died instantly.
When I next looked out, his body had disappeared and the soldiers were covering the bloodstains left in the snow.
No more than ten minutes more passed when my momma came into view. She was sobbing and I was amazed to see that she was naked to the waist. She wore only her petticoat and slippers and her hands had also been secured behind her back.
My momma was a rather sturdy build with a large chest and wide hips she had had five children and her breasts although still full and firm now hung low about her waist.
 
My grandmamma followed her, she still had on her long white cotton smock she had embroidered herself but she was without her shoes and despite it being spring there was still remnants of snow in the courtyard, I couldn't help feeling sorry for her, the ground was freezing. 

Next followed my three sisters in a row again in bare feet, all wearing their long white cotton sleeping smocks that reached to their ankles their hands were all tied behind their backs and they were each tied to the other.
They were being marched into the barn where I would have an ideal view of what happened.
I heard the barn door was open and all were pushed inside.
In the centre of the barn I could see their commander; documenting and counting everything they had stolen. 
Outside a few men still slovenly stood guard in the courtyard and at the vehicles while others continued ransacking our house.

What was left of my family was being guarded by three soldiers at the back of the barn in what was once a stall for our cow.
I desperately dragged myself further along on my stomach until I could see better what was happening to my family.
Then I saw them, three dirty and rough soldiers stood in a half circle leering at my poor semi-naked momma.

One began to touch her breasts and they laughed each time she flinched or tried to pull away, which only seemed to encourage them further. 
They began squeezing and pulling on her nipples, as my young sisters looked on crying, calling momma, momma.

I saw one soldier lift her breast by her nipple and begin to pull her along as if on a lead, then another put his hand between her legs; he was moving it up and down.

I knew what he was doing to her.

They all laughed and I knew then that they were planning something evil.

A couple of them marked the ground with their boots and drove in two wooden stakes about a metre apart while another brought in some rope.
Two soldiers held her legs wide apart and Momma lost her slippers as each of her pale ankles were tied to a stake.
Another soldier pushed over a large empty wooden water barrel and rolled it to a position in front of her.
I could see that she was shaking and probably realised then that she was about to be raped.
The men then measured and cut two more lengths of rope with which they fashioned two slipknots. They lifted momma's breasts and tightened each knot over them pulling it firm.
Momma was crying and hysterical the whole time.
She was then suddenly pushed over the barrel and the ropes attached to her breasts pulled tight, she screamed as they fastened the ropes to the slats that made up the stall enclosure.

From above I could see her spread-eagled over the barrel; her feet no longer touched the ground, her hands were still tied behind her back and her breasts pulled tight and stretched out in front of her.
She could not move in any direction.

Then it began. One big burley German undid his trousers and took out his fat erect penis.
I had only ever seen my young brother's and I had never seen one erect. 
I knew a bit about what men and women did together in private and I guessed what he was going to do but could not imagine how he would ever fit such a huge thing into my momma.

He held it in his hand stroking it proudly in front of my young sisters waving it in their faces.
Then he moved behind my momma, he drew up her petticoat and found her open vagina with his penis, he played with her for a few minutes and then bending his knees he thrust it up hard into momma and to my utter amazement I saw it disappear!
I heard him grunt and I heard my mother let out a piercing scream.
He laughed, withdrew it slowly and did the same over and over again.

The barrel began to rock back and forward, momma's ankles were being strained and the rope pulled taut when he thrust up into her letting her breast sag a little and then as he withdrew, her breasts would be stretched tight as he pulled her backwards!

After about five minutes I heard him let out a loud grunt and the others let out a cheer. 
I was only twelve but I knew what he had done.

Momma screamed the whole time begging for him to stop and calling my fathers name and all the while my grandmamma and sisters were all crying and I wanted to cry as well but I knew I had to be strong and although tears streaked my face I bit my lip and continued to stay silent.

Finally the fat German finished with my momma.
I expected my sisters to be raped next but for some reason my old grandmamma stepped forward and dropped down on her knees, the fat German who had just raped my momma laughed again and offered her his limp penis.
She grabbed it quickly and took it into her mouth.
The other two men opened their trousers as well and stood waiting.
She used her mouth and then her hands to milk them all just like she used to milk our old cow.
At first I didn't understand why she was being so cooperative but then I realised that she was attempting to save my sisters.

My momma continued to moan, I could see that her breasts were now swelling and becoming purple; the ropes must have cut off her blood circulation, her nipples stood out like bullets.
She must have been in so much pain. 

Finally the soldier's commander arrived, taking them all by surprise.
He took hold of the collar of my Grand mamma's smock and pulled her off the soldier's penis.
He made them all get dressed, chastising them in the process.
He then took a knife and cut my momma's legs free. She was sobbing and could barely stand, her ankles were red raw from the tight ropes and her breasts had swollen up like two large melons.
As the commander cut the ropes free from her breasts I could see that they were no longer beautiful, full and rounded as I remembered but were purple with bruising, they were obviously stretched, the soft skin was raw from rope burn and her nipples were bleeding.

 It was just then that I heard another strange sound coming from outside.
 I looked out through the shingles again and I saw a black motorcycle and sidecar pull to a halt; the driver sat in the saddle and kept the motor running.
The man in the sidecar casually opened the side door stepped out and surveyed the scene. 

He was a tall blonde man dressed in a full length black leather coat, black gloves and black shiny boots, he was wearing goggles but removed them and reached into the sidecar exchanging them for a Germans officer's black cap with silver trim and what at the time seemed strange to me, a riding crop!

After a few minutes of stretching and looking around he removed his pistol checked it and put it back in its holster, he spoke something to his driver and strode cautiously but directly towards the barn.
I noticed how the previously casual posture of the soldiers immediately changed, they stood up straight, snapped to attention and gave the "Heil Hitler" Nazi salute when they saw him.
I assumed by his dress that he must have been someone important.
Inside the barn he began to berate the men hitting two across the face with his crop.

Unlike the others he didn't seem interested in our meagre belongings but asked to see the commander and was directed to the back of the barn, he then made his way to where my family was being guarded.
When he saw the condition of my momma he went berserk!
He shouted in German and hit every soldier several times across the face with his riding crop.
Amazingly, although there were four of them and all armed, none dared raise an arm against him.
Soon all their faces were bleeding and marked with red stripes from his whip.
He ordered them all away except for their commander and turned his attention to my family.
He stared at them all intently and ordered them to be untied and undressed.
I couldn't work out what was going on but I again feared the worst.

The commander obliged and as each had her arms untied from behind her back he pulled her smock over her head.
We never wore underwear; we never had any so my young sisters were immediately completely naked to this man's view.

We were all rather well developed for our age and had nice pert breasts and quite a lot of hair between our legs, all except for little Mariya who was after all only 10 years old.

He had each open their mouths and inspected their teeth. Then moved his hands all over their bodies cupping each girl's breasts, feeling their little nipples and probing between their legs with his fingers, all the time nodding and mumbling to himself.

He then turned to my poor moaning mother who lay on the ground where she had fallen.
He helped her to sit on an old packing case while he examined her as well. Looking into her pale blue eyes he lifted her left swollen and bleeding breast. She winced. They were now obviously painful to even touch; he then gently spread her legs, felt and inspected her vagina.

He obviously was not impressed with her condition as he then turned and shouted once again at the commander and hit him once more across the face.
More orders were shouted and another soldier appeared with a first aid kit and began to dress my mother's wounds.

Then he barked again and the soldiers began to scramble and search through our pile of clothing for clothes for them to wear.
Finally things seemed to began to calm, and after a lengthy conversation with their commanding officer he strode back out of the barn door towards his motorcycle.
He turned again to survey the scene one last time and turned back again, he took off his cap and placed it inside the vehicle and put on his goggles. 
He once again opened the door of the sidecar and manoeuvred himself inside.

He signalled to the driver with his crop against his cap and as suddenly as he had arrived he was gone!

Everything was very strange to me, his presence had given me hope and it seemed my family's situation had changed thanks to that mysterious man in black.

My momma's wounds were being dressed. Her breasts were bandaged, her vagina cleaned and clothes and shoes found for her to put on.

My sisters were given warm clothes and shoes as well and that evening as night drew near the Germans packed everything into their trucks including my Momma and my sisters and drove off into the night but thankfully and for some strange reason they left my Grandmamma behind.

The next day my Grandma  and myself salvaged what we could and walked to the next village where we survived the war.
I never saw my Momma or my sisters again.
I hope the Germans were kind to them.

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On March 13, 1941, General Keitel, the commander of the German OKW, issued an amendment to the order "Barbarossa" (the code name for the invasion of Russia) it discussed the "special tasks" to be undertaken by special police units of the SS in the theater of operations of the Army.

Due to the fluid situation of the Russian front Reichsfuehrer SS Heinrick Himmler was given special permission from the Fuehrer to act independently and on his own authority in the interest of the state.

He would control special units with particular duties whose assignments would include the elimination of Jews and Gypsies, the preparation of a new political administration and the resettlement and re-population of the captured territories by racially sound peoples.

It would ultimately result in the final and decisive struggle between two opposed political systems. 

My name is Fredrick Schneider, my rank Sturmbannfhrer SS.

It was my duty to lead one of the secret Einsatzkommandos units designated "D.S". (Deutscher Samen) 

I operated behind the front lines and liaised with the OKH, and my immediate superior Obergruppenfhrer SS Dr Karl Lutze. My principal duties involved the sorting of the civilian population. 
Gypsies and Jews and those deemed of "no practical value" must be seperated from those judged "Aryan." 
Naturally enough my focus was mainly on fertile young women suitable for mating and producing children with our Deutscher Samen SS men.
My special training gave me the skills to physically examine them for Aryan features and my authority allowed me to arrange transport and papers for those who successfully passed the inspection.

My commander was the commandant of the SS Camp called "Fruchtbarer Boden"; I answered directly to him and he answered directly to the Reichsfuehrer Heinrich Himmler.

On the 24th of July 1941 I caught up with the 11th German Army in the northern part of Bessarabiya.
Although led by German officers, Romanians and local militia often filled many of the ranks of regular soldiers. They were notoriously difficult to discipline and often acted independently, killing, pillaging and raping civilians behind our advance.

One day in August while reconnoitring the local villages by motorcycle and sidecar, my driver, Standartenjunker Bcker and I had become disorientated due to the unreliability of local maps, my driver unfortunately or fortunately as the case may be had taken a wrong road and we arrived at a small farm where it initially looked like a "cleansing operation" was in progress!
As we approached I immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The soldiers were unkempt and undisciplined and some did not even seem to understand my language when I spoke to them even though they wore German uniforms. 
I became concerned the situation looked like it was out of control.
I deholstered my pistol, checked that the magazine was full and tucked it into my belt.
I gathered my courage and decided to seek out their commanding officer for an explanation.

I instructed my driver to also keep his machine pistol at the ready and the motor running in case the situation became difficult and we had to leave quickly.
However I would rely on my authority and rank to rectify the situation, few people of any nation had not heard of or did not understand the unlimited power of the SS!
My word was life or death for them all. 

As I entered the barn I could see that the soldiers had been dividing up their petty spoils.

I didn't bother to reprimand them but asked where their commanding officer was and was directed to the end of the barn where I did indeed meet their commander.
However I was even more amazed at the sight that came to view.
Two mature women and three young girls who appeared to be almost pure Aryan.

I was dismayed at the lax and stupid behaviour of our troops, one of the older women had obviously been raped and tortured!

I was furious, each unit had been given a specific directive with regard to the physical attributes of women and girls required for breeding purposes and they were not to be harmed under any circumstances, and it was plainly obvious that these women and children were perfect examples.

I called the commanding officer to account and my anger was such that I struck him several times across the face with my riding crop.
He stumbled and he replied in fear, assuring me that he had only just now discovered the situation and was in the process of disciplining the perpetrators.

I threatened to have them all strung up from the nearest tree if the situation wasn't put right immediately.

The older woman, their grandmother was too old for breeding and was not required but she was also Aryan and I ordered that no harm should come to her.

The woman who had been raped I discovered was called Yekaterina, I gave her a quick examination; coarse ropes had been attached to her rather large breasts causing them to be stretched, and bruised.
Severe rope burns had cut right through the skin and into the flesh of her tender breasts which were bleeding badly
She would need medical attention immediately to stave off infection.
I opened her prominent vagina spreading it with one hand it was bruised and leaking sperm from the severe raping given to her by one of the soldiers.

I then moved on to her children and had them each untied and undressed subjecting them all to a full physical examination.
They were all still virgins, thankfully they had not been touched, that would be left to the Deutscher Samen.
Their mother was to be given medical first aid immediately and I made it abundantly clear that all these women were to be given clothes and shoes and made ready to be transported to the nearest collection point immediately.
No harm was to come to them on pain of the soldiers lives.

They would be required for breeding at the secret camp we called "fruchtbarer Boden" .
There the mother would receive proper medical attention. 
I commanded that the soldier who had raped Yekaterina and his accomplices be shot as soon as possible as an example, and warned them all that I would be back at the camp within the week and would be checking on the women now under their "protection." 

Should anything happen to them their own lives would be very short!

After taking notes and making enquiries as to their names and ranks I saluted their superior officer, I departed.

A month or so later while at the camp I saw this family once again, they had been successfully settled in. The Mother was still in care but was recovering; her breasts were healing but the muscles had been permanently damaged, she had been judged not then ready, but I believe she would eventually be incorporated into the breeding program.
The two younger girls were already being introduced to our SS men's cocks on a daily basis.
On May 15th these young girls were fortunate to have a visit from Gertrud Scholtz-Klink the esteemed Leader of the League of German Girls who gave a lecture on the role of German women in the National Socialist State.

All girls were invited to join the Jungmdel, for 14 to 18 year olds or the Bund Deutscher Mdel for those aged 17 to 21 with the aim of embracing National Socialism and securing the fatherland through the propagation of children of pure Aryan blood. 

She explained that to participate in sexual activity four or five time per day was their duty. And that this should always include a few sessions of oral stimulation of the penis. 

It was then a little known fact to these uneducated peasants that a penis could not only give life but could also nourish it. 

To understand this fully she elaborated on the joy and benefits derived from the male genitalia, and that just as a baby took pleasure and grew strong from the milk of a mother's breast so too could a mother or prospective mother give and receive pleasure while receiving the rich nourishing vitamins a mans testicles contained.

It was important that young women understood these truths and became familiar with the penis at an early age.

To expedite a young girls education they were welcomed as spectators when the Deutscher Samen exercised or participated in physical games, for as with the ancient Greeks (who we admired) these were always performed naked.

For a finale Frau Gertrud emphasized her words by demonstrating both hand and oral techniques on stage with one of our SS men and invited the young Mariya Kuznetsev from the audience to practice her example.

It made a very strong impression and many young women were sexually awakened.

From that day on forward exercise secessions were well attended.
It was found that after watching our men for a week or so a girls vaginas would usually be found well lubricated in sexual anticipation. From that point on it was only a matter of waiting for their time of ovulation when their hormones would bring their desires to a peak and they would need little encouragement to copulate.

It was always quite a sight to witness when these young fertile girls were finally introduced to our men's erect penises. Their vulvas would be already red and swollen and the girls themselves trembling, through not from fear but in anticipation of sexual penetration.

Their day of initiation was generally announced a week in advance to help them mentally prepare, then on the day she would be led naked into the impregnation room and introduced to one of our chosen Deutscher Samen whose penis would inevitably be hard and erect.
He would ask her name softly and politely, inviting her to feel his testicles and to stroke his erection.

At this point her heavy panting would be plainly audible and her vagina already wet and waiting.

In the same room where many older women would have to be restrained, these young girls would need no restraint or encouragement. Our men would often simply kiss their lips while lifting one of their legs and penetrating her vagina in one movement!

Although it was often their first sexual experience, once penetrated nature would take its course.

The girls would soon be moaning in pleasure, no time limit would be set and they would be allowed to rut until they had exhausted our Deutscher Semen's sperm and were totally exhausted themselves.

The same process was followed the next day until the girl was confirmed pregnant, when copulation would be reduced to once a month.

At most there was only ever reluctant protest from juveniles or young virgins and this was usually just "nerves," we relied on nature rather than reason to facilitate the process.

It was soon after this enlightening visit by Frau Gertrud that two of our most promising recent captives Oksana Kuznetsev almost 15 and Yulia Kuznetsev 16 began to take sperm orally as a vitamin supplement and they themselves began to be serviced regularly by the Deutscher Samen.

They were both made pregnant within the month!

Their young sister Mariya was just 10 years old and not yet ovulating. 
To bring on her maturity, her vagina was massaged with perfumed oil twice a day and she was allowed to take sperm while suckling on one of our men's cocks.

She would be impregnated as soon as she began to ovulate.

The following week Obergruppenfhrer  Dr. Lutze informed me of my next assignment and destination, 175 women had been collected in a village just outside of Rostov and were awaiting sorting, transportation and impregnation.

I informed my driver to prepare to set off at dawn.


To be continued.


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