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 Deutscher Samen SS Chapter 5b
   Natalya's Story follows, given as an Affidavit.
   U S Army Headquarters SHEAF Frankfurt 15 June 1946.  Welcome Mrs
Vlasova, please take a chair and try to put yourself at ease.  Let me
introduce myself, I am Capt.  Lee Renshaw 12th U S Army Group and it is my
job to interview you with regards to the circumstances in which you have
been held by the Germans these last four years.
   I am told you have been held in a concentration camp, is that correct?
   "Yes Sir, ...  I mean no, not exactly...  It was woman's camp, camp for
all woman but there were men too, special men, ...  for us.
   The woman seemed a little confused, perhaps because of the language I
did not seem to understand her meaning and it was obvious that the woman
was frightened, she continuously fidgited with her hands and kept turning
her head at every sound.
   Sir I think it was mistake I come, ....  I leave now.
   The woman made to get up but I intervened, "No, no, no, it is not
possible for you to leave." Natalya, you are safe here, there is no longer
any reason to fear, the war is over, Germany has been defeated.
   The United States will protect you now.
   "I frightened he come back, he is bad man, very bad." Tears started to
well up in her eyes.
   "Now, now, do not worry the US Army is in control and we are hunting
down these criminals and they will be bought to justice you can count on
it. Those who have done wrong will answer for their deeds but we must know
who they are and what they have done.
   Only then can we arrest them and you can help us.
   So who is this bad man and what has he done?
   ( The woman seemed reluctant to continue and was beside herself with
apprehension and fear.  To complicate matters even further also struggling
with the English language which she barely understood.)
   I had an idea, there was a young German boy called Gunther who could
speak both German and Russian we had saved him from the Russian front and
befriended him, he had been with us for six months already.
   He had told us his family had been killed in the war, he pleaded to be
given a job and would spit every time Hitler's name was mentioned.  He was
now our cleaner and would help in the office from time to time.
   It was remarkably but just then I remembered that the boy could speak
Russian.
   I asked my secretary to have Gunther come in and do some translating.
   The young boy nervously came in and took a seat, both he and Natalya
looked each other over suspiciously.
   I calmed the woman again and asked he to begin her story in Russian,
telling her that the boy would translate so there could be no
misunderstandings
   Natalya started slowly and softly, "I was during the war, in Kiev.  I
was famous violinist before the war.  Yes, it is true, I very famous woman,
I once had high hopes for both my young twin daughters, they were sixteen
when the Germans came.
   (It must have been painful for her to recall as she would start to sob
after every few sentences)
   My lovely girls they so clever had shown exceptional skill for their
age. Only recently they accompanied myself in performance with the full
orchestra, ....  but that was before the war.
   Now they ruined."
   I was well aware that In 1941 the City of Kiev had born the brunt of the
German blitzkrieg and had been under merciless and steady bombardment for
months while slowly being encircled by the German Army.
   Natalya continued, "Many people had managed to escape only to die of
starvation on the road, but with two young girls I considered the risk of
staying less than that of trying to escape in the open.
   Praise to God, as fate would have it, despite our trials we have
survived.
   We lived in place called Vyetrova vulytsya in four-story apartment
block, the upper levels had been reduced to rubble by bombs and shellfire.
But what was left was still our home where we clung to life in what
remained of the lower part of the building.
   When shelling stopped we would go into what remained of our flat for the
few comforts it still offered, when the bombs began to fall we would go
into our cellar for safety.
   It wasn't safe to venture out for any reason.
   We were constantly reminded of how close death was by the smell of the
many rotting bodies that lay scattered in the streets.
   Even so there were many people still alive and we helped each other as
best we could.  However now rumours had begun to circulate that the Germans
had surrounded the city and there was no escape left and nothing anyone
could do but pray.
   It all seems like nightmare.  How we survived I never know, so many
neighbours killed just going about their everyday lives.
   Then finally day came we all dread, it always stay in mind, it September
26, 1941, guns stopped firing and eerie silence settled over the City, our
troops had surrendered or run away leaving us for dead.
   The Germans entered Kiev.
   We always been Catholics in our hearts despite the communist's
propaganda; so the three of us knelt by the broken window and said our
rosary.  I prayed to God to help us stay strong and to keep us together and
safe no matter what happened.
   Later that sunny morning a column of German tanks rumbled down our
street towards the City centre.  This was followed half an hour later by
more lorries full of German troops, all continued past.  Our hearts sank.
Then about 11.00am a troop truck stopped directly outside our building,
spilling out at least fifty German soldiers.  The truck then moved slowly
on and with a loud hailer they informed us that our troops had surrendered
and that all civilians had one hour to evacuate the buildings left
standing, which would then be demolished.
   To stay would be to die.
   All civilians were to assemble in the local square where we would be
collected for resettlement.  I made the sign of the cross and kissed my two
daughters.
   I was fearful for my two girls; there were all sorts of rumours going
about.  I had no idea what the day held in store but decided we had better
be prepared.
   It had been ages since we had been able to bath ourselves properly but I
managed to bring up a couple of buckets of water from a broken water pipe
and we sponged ours bodies and washed our faces of the dust and grime that
settled everywhere each time a shell had exploded.  I dressed the girls,
brushed their hair, put them in their best cotton frocks and added a
cardigan, a woolen overcoat and scarf.  It was quite warm but the clothes
acted to hide their beauty and would be a benefit when the weather grew
cold.
   We gathered our few treasured possessions and packed them into three
small suitcases, mainly what we had left of our food, some extra warm
clothes and some sheet music.  Last but not least we took our precious
violins.
   The girls looked radiant if that was possible on such a fateful day.  I
was so proud of them, their red hair shone in the sunlight against their
pale complexions.  Still we did not want to draw attention to ourselves I
pulled up their coat collars and I pushed their red hair further into their
scarves so only their ghostly white faces could be seen.  We put on our
overcoats and took one last glance at our home and stepped out into the
street.  As we walked I could see people coming up from cellars carrying
improvised white flags and making their way down to the square with their
bundles of pathetic possessions.  Young men were being taken and formed
into labour gangs to collect the dead bodies and they were being made ready
to burn.  German soldiers walked arrogantly up and down the street guns at
the ready.
   The smell of death and decay filled the air and a feeling of gloom
descended on us all.  Soon a great number of people had gathered in the
square, many were sobbing uncontrollably.  Many rumours going the rounds as
to what would happen to us.  Some said we would all be sent to slave camps
in Germany, others said that they had heard of death camps and that no one
would ever return.
   We were totally at the mercy of the soldiers and quite literally shaking
in our boots.
   A number of Germans were now organising us into lines, while more
soldiers walked up and down screaming to us to be quite and follow orders.
I told Galina and Tatiana keep their eyes on the ground and never look at
the Germans directly.  Stay close, hold hands and not be separated under
any circumstances.  As each person was processed they were formed into
lines and marched away, some to the railway station, others were being
loaded into lorries.
   As our turn was nearing and we moved closer to the end of the line I
could see that a number of officers sat at different improvised desks. 
Some were dressed in dirty grey uniforms of the Wehrmacht; they had
obviously come straight from the front line.  Behind them stood
higher-ranking officers smoking, some in new grey uniforms some wearing
long black leather coats with the skull and cross-bone symbol on their
hats.
   I learned later that these men were the men of the feared SS!
   Here and there along the line the SS soldiers were pulling out those
they suspected of being Jews or communist cardres, young and old were
stripped and beaten front and back with cane sticks.  It was sickening;
Jews seemed to be the main target of ridicule and sadism, if any displayed
the slightest sign of resistance men or women their punishment grew
increasingly severe.
   Those who fell were kicked until they either stood up again or passed
out, those who did were dragged away to an uncertain fate.
   I saw many desperate Jewish women who had been stripped naked and beaten
black and blue but still somehow walked, I was told they would go to a work
Camp in Vinnitsa
   I was beside myself with fear but held my girls close and covered their
eyes trying to give them courage.  Slowly we edged closer and eventually it
was our turn at the desk, the officer in charge spoke in a monotone
disinterested voice without looking up, in perfect Russian he enquired,"
passport, name, age, address, occupation." It wasn't until I had given my
occupation as musician that he paused and looked up at me.
   I was not sure if I had said something wrong but I put both my arms
around my girls and desperately said, "We are all together, please don't
hurt us these are my precious daughters we are all musicians!" I could see
him slowly begin to look the three of us up and down.  He muttered
something to himself, half turned and called to the two officers talking
behind him.  They spoke in German for a few minutes before the man wearing
the black uniform approached me.  He was tall slim and blonde with a
chiseled jaw and a dueling scar on the left side of his cheek, I will never
forget him.
   He bent down and put his face close to mine and stared intently into my
eyes without expression for what must have been only seconds but which
seemed like hours, then he spoke again to the officer at the desk who told
me in Russian, "Take off your scarf," which I did, my auburn hair falling
to my shoulders, then "Remove your coat" which I did as well.
   The German officer in black then grasped my right breast painfully, a
slow sadistic smile came over his face as he gripped it in his hand and
pulled me towards him.  He released me only for a moment and then reached
inside my blouse roughly pulling down my bra until my breast was exposed.
At the same time he ran his left hand down the contours of my body and felt
the crack between my bottom.
   I looked at him trembling with foreboding.  I shut my eyes; I was
physically shaking!
   He then turned and focused his attention on my girls; I was praying that
he wouldn't touch my two daughters.  But he just laughed and spoke again in
German.
   "Dieses Maedchen hat zwei schoene Titten und richtig breite Hueften, die
so aussehen, als koennte es noch zwei oder drei Kinder gebaeren, sogar
Zwillinge.."
   I didn't understand what was said, but then he suddenly seemed to loose
interest.  As he slapped my bottom and a young German soldier moved forward
pushing the three of us to one side with his rifle butt and pointed towards
a nearby truck.  I hurriedly pulled up my bra and re buttoned my blouse. 
Another young German then spoke to us, this time respectfully in Russian,
he put a string around our necks and attached a note written in German,
then led us over and helped us climb into the back of the truck.  I was
relieved that we had not been hurt and apart from myself being a little
bruised and humiliated things were not going too badly.
   As we clambered aboard I noticed that there were already about ten
rather striking looking women sitting sheepishly inside.  We sat down on
our suitcases or bundles in silence, wondering what was going to happen
next.  Five or six hours past as more women were slowly added until the
truck was crowded and full.  Many spoke of being molested by the officers;
some had even had to remove their blouses and bras right in the middle of
the street in full view of everyone!  One poor woman was bought to the
truck sobbing with her blouse in shreds, her large breasts were completely
exposed until some generous soul felt sorry for her and gave her a men's
shirt to cover herself.
   It had been a humiliating experience for me but after listening to the
experienced of the other women it was obvious that we had got off lightly.
About five in the afternoon a German soldier brought us a four-litre drum
of water and a couple of mugs.  It was all we had for our journey that was
to take twelve hours.  We were all cramped, hungry and hardly slept the
whole journey.  When we next heard German voices we had reached our
destination.  It was early morning cold and misty and as I looked out from
between a gap in the canvas cover on our truck I could see that we were in
some sort of camp.  It was surrounded by barbed wire with guard towers the
whole area was being bathed in the light of a number of searchlights.  I
shielded my eyes from the glare but I could hear many German voices
shouting Schnell!  Schnell!  Schnell!  The gates were opened and our truck
entered.
   We stopped in front of a building with a sign that read "Reception" in
Russian.  The truck backboards were lowered and I jumped down.  I could now
make out that there were three trucks and as all disembarked I estimated
there were about 150 women.  German soldiers were everywhere and I saw the
woman who had lost her blouse try to lower herself to the ground a German
soldier pretending to offer help ripped her flimsy shirt until her large
breasts again swung free for all to see.
   The poor woman began to cry, we all began to be herded being pushed and
prodded like cattle all in the one direction.
   Most of the men here were serious and soldier like but a few of the
young ones laughed and made rude signs with their fingers which I tried to
ignore.
   Inside the reception room everyone was once again organised into lines
and each interviewed again by a German officer, but this time there were
different questions, even regarding our menstruation periods which I found
embarrassing and offensive.
   Everyone was being measured and weighed as well, all highly unusual.
   Many women were semi naked already and some were asked to remove their
blouses and bras during this process for apparently no reason, they were
left standing trying to cover themselves with their hands in full view of
men.
   I could see that the very youngest girls were being made take off all
their clothes and stood huddled in a group together trying to cover
themselves from the lustful eyes of the young soldiers
   What was going on?
   We were all terrified and many young girls urinated uncontrollably,
while German nurses busied themselves cleaning up the mess.  I discovered
later that they were being examined to verify their virginity, a shocking
experience for a young girl of twelve or thirteen and especially when done
by mature men who I suspect were not even doctors.
   It seemed like the world had gone mad, I was mystified as to what was
happening or why.
   Gradually we were all processed and mysteriously sent through one of two
doors but when it was our turn, the officer had one look at the note around
our necks and called for a man called Heinz.  Soon Heinz appeared a tall
good looking boy dressed in the all black uniform of the SS, moments later
he escorted us outside and we were taken by car to a building approximately
500 meters away.
   There we were given a room with bunk beds and best of all a bath with
warm water.  We were relieved to have got away from the chaos, as it seemed
that providence had intervened once again, we were being given special
treatment, but I did not understand why.  It appeared that the Germans
might not be so bad after all; a little later a man brought in a tray of
bread, cheese, sausage and milk, he told us the camp Commandant requested
our company at 9.00 am in the morning.
   He then very politely wished us goodnight and locked the door.
   That evening we washed with real soap and ate every crumb of the food we
had been given, we had been practically starving.  Despite our apprehension
we slept well due to our utter exhaustion.  The next morning I woke the
girls and told them that they must be on their best behaviour and be very
respectful to the Germans and especially to the mysterious Doctor as our
lives may depend on it.
   We straightened our clothes as best we could and brushed our hair; I
pinched the girl's cheeks to bring a little colour into their pale
complexion.  At 8.50am there was a knock on our door, a tall nice looking
blonde German soldier dressed in black and in his early twenties opened the
door.  "Gutten Tag Frauliens" He introduced himself politely in perfect
Russian.  I could see that he was mainly interested in my two daughters;
although he was polite to me he greeted them with a big flirting smile.
   He told us that he would be our interpreter when we met the Doctor.  I
was nervous but sure everything would work out fine, after all everyone had
been so polite and nice except for our initial arrival.  He led us up a few
stairs to another room which occupied the top floor.  He checked his watch
and at 9.00am sharp Heinz knocked on the door and we were bid "enter".
   The Doctor spoke to Heinz who immediately chose a phonograph record, I
recognized it as Richard Wagner's Rheingold Opera and the stirring music
soon began to fill the room.
   There was a small table set with a tablecloth, a silver teapot, china
and cups with cake and bread.  Heinz introduced us to the Herr Doctor.  He
was tall and slim with ice blue eyes and an aristocratic bearing, his close
cropped dark blonde hair was brushed back showing his receding hairline, he
must have been about forty.  We drank tea and a three way conversation
ensured.  The Doctor was very civilized, knowledgeable and familiar with
all the modern and classical composers; the food was marvelous, we had not
eaten like that since long before the war.  The Doctor seemed a very
agreeable man we also talked about literature and he gave me a very
interesting book to read which I still have.  It is called 'The Foundations
of the Nineteenth Century'; it was written in Russian but strangely by an
English writer called, Houston Chamberlain.
   I was quite taken by the Doctors intelligence, good looks, his flattery
and polite conversation while all the while Heinz continued to make eyes
and flirt with my two daughters.
   It was then that the doctor said something that I thought for a moment I
had misunderstood.
   I am not sure exactly what he said because of the translation but it
went something like this.  If I consented to let him have intercourse with
me our privileged life could continue and if not then my daughters would be
on their own and at the mercy of the regular German soldiers!  I said
"Pardon?" I could not believe what I had just heard.  He then said quite
crudely, "Madam you are an attractive woman and I am going to have you with
or without your consent, however I am a man of culture and I would prefer
that you gave yourself to me willingly.
   If you consent, your daughters will be taken under my personal
protection.  If not then they must be accommodated in the barracks
designated for virgins and young girls, unfortunately these young girls are
constantly at the mercy of the regular soldiers?
   I felt ill and began to shake.
   My girls had not heard the conversation and were looking out of the
window happily chatting and eating the chocolate that Heinz had given them.
I tried to keep my composure but I was trembling so much I had to put down
my cup of tea.  I didn't know what to say or do next.  I looked at my
lovely young daughters; they were too young and beautiful to have to
suffer. The Doctor just stared at me with his blue eyes and said nothing
for about five minutes.  When he spoke again he said something about
stepping next door to show him my repertoire.  I knew then that I would
have to do whatever he wished.
   I knew I would do anything; I could not leave my lovely daughters at the
mercy of the common soldiers.  I couldn't help trembling, I took a deep
breath and rose slowly out of my chair, the Doctor stood as well and still
polite bowed, took my hand and directed me through adjoining double doors.
I looked back at my daughters who were again flirting with Heinz, I told
them to stay calm and not to worry and that I would be back soon.
   As soon as we were alone the Doctor asked me to remove my underwear.  I
lifted my dress and pulled my panties down and stepped out of them.  He
then indicated that I was to sit on the desk and when I did so he lifted my
legs and held my knees wide apart.  I had never been so embarrassed in all
my life.  I was overwhelmed.  My sex was on display in front of this total
stranger.  The next thing I knew the Doctor dropped to his knees and began
to lick and suck on my vagina, not even my husband had ever done that to
me!
   I had been trembling with fear but now another emotion began to take
over.  I didn't understand but I was becoming sexually aroused.  I kept
telling him "Nyet, nyet, nyet", but he kept a firm pressure on both my legs
with his hands and was using his tongue with great skill.  I could feel my
breath quickening.
   My body was betraying me, I hated what he was doing, but I could feel
myself becoming wet between my legs.  The Doctor had noticed as well, he
stood and quickly undid his trousers took out his erect penis and thrust it
suddenly straight up into me.  My back arched and my whole body shook.  He
began thrusting into me again and again.  I could still hear my girls
laughing and giggling in the next room and only hoped they didn't hear me
when I let out a loud moan and shuddered spasmodically as an orgasm began
to overwhelmed me.  The Doctor smiled and remarked that he had just seeded
my womb!
   I was frightened shaking and confused, I had just been raped!
   I was just starting to get my wits together when the doctor had me get
down on my knees, he stood in front of me and offered me his half erect
penis.  It was still all wet with my juices and a drop of white sperm clung
to its head.  I knew what he wanted me to do but I just couldn't bring
myself to take it in my mouth.
   He then said something to me in German, but all I could understand was
Tatiana, Galina, Kaput!  I understood his meaning, I had no choice.  I
closed my eyes and put his penis in my mouth, it was the first time I had
ever tasted a man's sperm.
   "Schnell, schnell", he said.  I knew that this meant faster and I began
to quickly move my head up and down.
   Suddenly the doors swung open and there stood Heinz with my two
daughters one on each arm watching me suck this mans penis.
   I was horrified you can't imagine how ashamed I felt, I just wanted to
die.  "NYET", was all I could say.  I tried to rise and hit the Doctor with
my fists but he just pushed me back down laughing and said that I knew what
would happen if I didn't continue and that it was only right that my
daughters know the sacrifices their mother had to make on their behalf.
   I began to cry, there was just nothing I could do.  I am sure my
daughters would have been raped or worse then and there had I not
continued.
   Taking his penis once again I was determined to finish him off as soon
as possible.  Heinz was saying something to the girls but just at that
moment the doctor began to ejaculate into my mouth.  I gulped his warm
cream down as quickly as I could trying not to taste it.  As soon as he had
finished, he let me stand and became polite and gentle again, he said
something in German, took out a handkerchief, wiped his sperm off my chin
and kissed my cheek saying something like, "There, there that wasn't so
bad."
   I couldn't look at my girls.
   They stood wide-eyed, they were very innocent and I don't think they had
ever seen an adult penis before and certainly not one erect.
   In silence we were escorted back to the room we had earlier left, while
all the time I could feel the Doctor's sperm seeping out of my vagina and
running down my legs.  The last thing Heinz said was that it "wasn't so
bad", and that "the Doctor was a good man and would not hurt us".  He left
us with a letter announcing that we would be required to give a violin
performance in two weeks time.  From that day on we were treated as on the
first day we arrived.  We had our own room and there was always bread and
coffee in the mornings and bread, sausage and cheese in the evening.  I
often relived that first meeting with the Doctor but never saw him again
until the day of the concert.  Heinz arrived with freshly laundered and
pressed clothes.  We were to change our clothes but we were to surrender
our underwear.  We arrived in the compound proper and began to set up with
a number of other musicians who were in a similar privileged situation as
ourselves.  No one seemed to want to talk and when I tried to question them
they purposely avoided me or shook their heads.
   It was the first time we had been back to the camp since our arrival, It
was a warm summers day and the concert was to be in the open on a small
stage set in a natural slopping amphitheatre.  There was bunting and lots
of small swastika flags.
   At precisely 11.00am the doors of hut number one opened and out came
approximately one hundred young women.  They wore no clothes at all! 
Actually they were no more than teens, all giggling and apparently not
concerned in the slightest that they were completely nude.  I was utterly
amazed!  It was like a nudist colony.  Next the doors of hut two opened and
out filed more women probably just a little older, but what was plainly
obvious was that all had the beginnings of a swollen belly; they were in
the early stages of pregnancy!  Now the doors of all the huts were open and
hundreds of women walked towards us taking up what they thought were the
best positions for the Concert, All were in some stage of pregnancy.  Last
to arrive were those most heavily pregnant who slowly waddled holding their
stretched bellies with one hand and using the other to strengthen their
back as their swollen breasts swayed from side to side.  German nurses
helped some of those who had difficulty walking, to one of the reserved
positions in the front row.  But what I could not get used to was the fact
that 80% of all the women were completely naked and made no effort what so
ever to cover their privates and only a small minority covered themselves
in any way at all.  Probably close to one thousand women were eventually
seated on the lawn before us.  I was simply astounded!  In fact, apart from
the Germans soldiers, guards, male staff and female nurses, I think the
musicians were the only ones who wore clothes, even if it was just a simple
dress without underwear.
   The concert was a success, at least every one clapped, even the German
soldiers although it was hard to get used to an audience of naked women. 
After the event we were allowed to mix with the audience and I recognised
some of the women who had arrived with us on the truck from Kiev.  They sat
with a small blanket that they wrapped around their lower half or placed
between their legs, giving them some degree of modesty but still leaving
their breasts exposed.
   They told me that it was not possible to cover themselves completely as
the blanket they had been given was too small and there seemed little point
anyway, the Germans did what ever they wished and at any time.  It was not
unusual for them to be approached even when doing some allotted chore and
made to copulate then and there in front of whoever may care to watch!  And
as far as any degree of modesty went they were all women together and all
in the same situation.
   They went on to explain how on their arrival they were systematically
taken six at a time, secured into position against a wall and six young
naked men emerged from a side room with their penises already erect.  There
was little they could do except beg and protest which had absolutely no
effect whatsoever.  The men entered them simultaneously from behind had
their way with them all.  Those who had missed out on the first night were
raped over the next week, many a number of times.  The men who had done it
were all over six foot and blonde, their penises were huge and thick and
many of the smaller women just couldn't accommodate them, some had been
left injured.
   All agreed it was a travesty of justice, but what could they do?  In
this camp the Germans made all the rules and strictly enforced them.  They
had all tried to resist for a number of days but in the end found it easier
to let them do as they pleased.  Some even suggested that they were now
discovering an element of satisfaction in their regular copulation, the men
were certainly good looking and very practiced.
   All of the women's vaginas were pink and swollen and they all thought
that they were now pregnant.
   They went on to explain that it was useless to resist and that each
morning and evening from that day on, women were still being raped and you
could often hear them screaming, sobbing and begging to be left alone just
as they had done themselves, all to no avail.
   Some said that this was a baby making camp and that soon everyone here
would be pregnant.  I thought then that the main reason I was whisked away
on that first night was that I was entering my most fertile period and
perhaps in some way the Doctor had taken a fancy to me and wanted the
pleasure for himself.
   The next week the Doctor visited me again, this time he made me undress
completely for the first time.  He slowly undressed himself and took a
chair.  He indicated that I should come forward, mount and ride him.  I
felt ashamed but couldn't help feeling excited when I had his penis in me.
The next month my period did not arrive and I knew that he had succeeded in
making me pregnant as well.
   So far the Doctor had kept his word, we had been well looked after and I
had only had sex with him on a few occasions but not since I was confirmed
pregnant.  I had only been required to give him oral relief three times
although he insisted that my daughters watch.  I always felt uncomfortable
doing this but my daughters being young and curious could never look away,
although I always asked them to do so.
   I will never forget the look on their faces when he would empty his
sperm into my mouth, for me it was a strange sensation, fear and dread
mixed with excitement.  When at first he would take his penis out of his
trousers I would be shaking with apprehension, but by the time I had sucked
it and had a mouthful of his sperm I would be wet between my legs and
desperately want him inside me.
   After three months I was given freedom to mix with the others in the
camp and did my best to help those in a less favourable position then
myself.  I was once present when four new women were brought in, they were
stripped naked and made to watch as Heinz (who had always been kind to us)
raped them one at a time despite their pitiful sobbing and pleading.
   I found this a shocking sight but could not be amazed by this young
man's stamina.
   It seemed to give him great delight to force his huge penis up those
women and to hear their cries.  And one I am sure was no more than twelve
years old!
   He knew I was watching him but just didn't care, he just acted as though
he was doing them a favour.
   The day after that, tragedy struck my family!  After being delayed at
violin practice I arrived back at our rooms only to find my daughters
acting strangely, they would not say what had happened but then I noticed
blood on our bed sheets.  I lifted their dresses and could see that their
vaginas had both been bleeding.
   Gradually I got the details out of them, how he had tied them together
and raped them without mercy.  I had only left them for 40 minutes and the
Doctor had broken his word and raped them both.
   I was angry, furious and completely devastated he had taken the
virginity of both my girls.
   How could he?
   They were so sweet and innocent and I had done everything he had asked.
   I cried myself to sleep, my daughter's lives had been ruined and they
both became pregnant as I already was myself.  For the last three months of
our pregnancies our clothes were taken from us and like all the other women
in the camp we were left naked and heavily pregnant for all to see.  The
Doktor would still occasionally call in and examine us nodding to himself
and feeling our swollen bellies much to his satisfaction.
   Our beautiful babies were born there and after one month cruelly taken
from us and sent to Germany for their protection, or so we were told.
   For three months after giving birth our swollen breasts were milked
every day and our nipples became red and sore from the excessive suction of
the old breast pump apparatus.
   Once when my daughter Tatiana was having trouble letting her milk flow,
our nurse requested a visit from the Doctor.  We all became fearful
whenever he made a visit.
   On this occasion he examined the three of us making sure that he put his
fingers in our vaginas.
   He would always try to humiliate us to demonstrate that he had complete
power over us, which of course he did.
   He took it in turns to hold and massage each of our bulging engorged
breasts until each had supplied the quantity of milk expected, However when
it came to Tatiana's turn, despite his massaging her milk would not flow
for more than a couple of seconds.  It was then the Doctor said there was
only one thing left to do.  He removed his trousers and released his
straining penis.  He made poor Tatiana who at seventeen was just a child,
stand leaning against a table and spread her legs while he entered her from
behind.
   I now had the added humiliation of not only being naked and having my
breasts fondled and milked by the doctor, but I was left to stand in
silence with Galina and watch him have intercourse with my dearest Tatiana
while the uniformed and serious German nurse pulled and teased her young
nipples.
   He put his penis slowly up her and began to rut her steadily and after
about five minutes amazingly her milk began to bead on her nipples.  The
nurse, who watched the whole episode with indifference, quickly attached
the electric breast pump suction apparatus to her sore nipples.  I could
see by Tatiana's grimace that she was suffering and in pain, but even so
she gave up half a litre of milk before the Doctor had finished with her.
   While her milk was still flowing he groaned and ejaculated into her,
telling her that she would soon have another baby on the way!
   Afterwards he did examine her now red and extended nipples and
admonished our nurse for their condition, ordering her to apply
moisturising cream regularly and to take more care of her patients or it
would be all the worse for her.
   Even she was afraid of the Doctor, she stood to attention and gave the
Nazi salute and we were treated with more care from that day on.
   A month later we discovered that the Doctor had succeeded in
impregnating Tatiana for the second time.
   She was then just eighteen!
   The Doctor had fathered all our babies.
   It was rumoured that there were over a hundred women who had been
successfully impregnated by the Doctor and that his preference was for
virgins or young girls.
   I never heard anyone call him by his Christian name to his face but many
of the women referred to him as "Herman" or just "Herr Doktor." But I
believe the Doctors full name was Herman Hofle as I once saw a letter on
his desk with this name and I believe he held the rank of Hauptsturmfuhrer.
I also saw the initials H.  J.  H.  on his briefcase.
   I hope he is caught soon and brought to justice for the humiliating and
cruel things he did to us all.
   We were at the camp until it was evacuated in 1943 when we escaped
during the confusion of the German retreat.
   This is a true account of what took place at the Camp they called
"Fruchtbarer Boden"
   Signed Natalya Vlasova
   Interview conducted by Capt.  Lee Renshaw U S Army 16th June 1946.
Comments:
   Daughters confirm basic account.  Mother and daughters are of a very
striking appearance which obviously bought them to the Germans attention.
   They have obviously had a rough time over the last few years; they have
been examined and have indeed all have had babies recently.
   Their private areas show signs of frequent sexual activity, vaginas
stretched and much bruising to the thighs and genitals
   Their nipples are extended and show signs of stretching which would seem
to add further confirmation to their account.
   Natalya fears they are being watched and suspects just about everyone
she sees even the Polish family taking care of them.
   This is very unlikely; they are quite probably suffering from paranoia.
   The said "Doctor and camp commandant," perhaps a one "SS -
Hauptsturmfuhrer Herman Julius Hofle" who has been identified as having
been born in Salzburg Austria, on 19th June 1911 - is still at large and is
already on our wanted list.
   We are currently searching German army records for a photo of Herr
Hofle, so as to confirm his identity with Natalya.
   We have no further information on his whereabouts at this time.
Conclusion: Investigation on going.
Natalya and her two daughters are safe and are being billeted with a
Polish family until we can arrange her repatriation to Kiev in the Ukraine.
   Negotiations are underway with the Soviets.
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