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Deutscher Samen SS
   Chapter 4a
   NEW "Mischa Kuznetsev"
   By Herman K.  Hauptmann
   My name is Mischa Kuznetsev, I was 12 years old in 1943 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 was 41 (my father called her "Katya"
but to us she was just "Momma") my Grandmamma Anechka, was 59 and my
Grandfather Konstantin was 65, my brother Sergeyev was 17 and my three
sisters, Mariya 10 Oksana 14 and Yulia who was 16
   We were Ukrainian and poor, for centuriess our family had worked very
hard 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" 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 now 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 and we were 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 July 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 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 I was a sensible girl 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 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 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 and beat him mercilessly until he finally went 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 again in bare feet, all wearing their
long cotton sleeping smocks that reached to their ankles.  their hands were
all tied behind their backs and they were each tied to the other.  The barn
door was opened and all were pushed inside.  In the centre of the barn
stood their commander; documenting and counting everything they had stolen.
A few men slovenly stood guard in the courtyard and at the vehicles while
others went about 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 dragged myself further along on my stomach until I
could see better what was happening.  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 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 the 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 mothers wounds.
   Then he barked again and the soldiers began to scramble and search
through our pile of clothing for clothes for us to wear.  Finally things
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 once 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 they
left my Grandmamma behind.
   To be continued.
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