Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

Ruth jerked her hand free of his and started to say just what she thought of his sentimentality, then reconsidered and went to Elizabeth and helped her from the chair. She lugged the girl out the door and down the steps. She remembered something that she had been meaning to ask the Kapitan ever since she had told him Elizabeth's name, so she parked the girl in the arms of the first girl in line in front of the door and re-entered the room. The Kapitan was taking a healthy drink from a bottle of Schnapps. "Kapitan," Ruth said, startling him, "I should like to know your name please."

The Kapitan rose from his seat and looked at Ruth as though she was a ghost. "My name?" he asked, almost inaudibly. He seemed suddenly to get control of himself and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Out! Get out of my sight! Now! How dare you threaten me." Ruth smiled at him and then turned and left. She collected Elizabeth at the foot of the stairs and asked directions of a soldier on duty to her assigned lodging.

Ruth found her cabin without difficulty. She pushed open the door and switched on the light and looked around carefully. She was not too disappointed. The room was small but cozy. There were two beds, both of them made already, and the room was warm. There was a wardrobe of a type and a wash basin. Ruth looked in distaste at the douching equipment that sat on the floor under a list of instructions on how to use it. She lugged Elizabeth across the room to the nearest bed and shoved her onto it. She undressed herself, then turned out the light and fell into bed. She deliberately put everything out of her mind until the coming morning. It would all wait. Her exhaustion could not.

The first morning at the new base of operation found Ruth somewhat restored to normal. Awakening, she yawned and stretched. Then she looked over at the bed on which she had dropped Elizabeth the night before. The girl seemed to be awake so Ruth crossed the few steps to her bed and looked down at her.

Elizabeth's large green eyes were open but they saw nothing. Ruth stifled a cry of pity for the poor girl and sat down on her bed and held her soft hand in her own. "Elizabeth," she said softly, stroking the girl's hand and arm, "You must hear me, please. It's too much for me. I can't look after myself and you too. I just can't… Please speak to me."

She could detect no response whatever from the girl. She leaned over her face and pressed her own lips to Elizabeth's then raised her head and looked into the girl's limpid eyes. No response. None. Ruth leaned over her again and pressed her lips once more against her soft ones, then bit harshly into them. She felt Elizabeth's body quiver under hers but when she looked at her she was still the same, staring straight up; but her eyes were brimming with tears. A trickle of blood ran from her lips where Ruth had bitten her.

"I'M sorry, Elizabeth, but you must come out of it. Don't you hear me at all?" Ruth pleaded. She received nothing by way of answer. She was searching her mind for something to do or say when there was a pounding at the door. Ruth was startled. She jumped off the bed immediately. She grabbed a small cloth and wiped the blood from Elizabeth's lips. She went to the door and opened it cautiously. A soldier stood at the door with a rifle slung over his back. His face was caked with dirt.

"What do you want?" Ruth demanded, automatically drawing back from the sight of him.

"I got three coupons. I won two from a couple of other guys." He held the three yellow coupons out to Ruth.

"Go away!" Ruth said, trying to close the door. His rifle butt was suddenly between the door and the door frame. He was not to be denied. He stuck his face in the crack of the door and grinned hideously. "Please," Ruth begged, "we only got here last night and we are supposed to have twenty-four hours to ourselves. Come back tomorrow."

"Nothing doing. I'm horny now. I got a fuck ticket and I'm gonna fuck, even though you are Jewish." He barged his way into the small room and kicked the door closed behind him. He looked around until his gaze stopped on Elizabeth. He walked to her bed, dragging his rifle alongside, "What the fuck's the matter with her?" He wanted to know.

"Please," Ruth begged, "just go away and come back tomorrow. Please?" She sat on her own bed and put her face in her hands.

"Nothing doin'. They only passed out twenty-five tickets and I won two more. I get three fucks." He crossed the room to Ruth's bed and lifted her to her feet. He threw his rifle onto the bed and grabbed Ruth into his arms. He pulled her head back by clutching a handful of hair, then clamped his mouth onto hers. Ruth started a struggle but she was helpless against him. He forced his tongue into her mouth and rammed it fully into her throat.

Ruth was saved by the bell so to speak. Something akin to a siren screamed, rending the air with its shrill sound, and the soldier dropped to the floor. A loud speaker was immediately activated and the magnified voice boomed, "All girls to morning roll call. Los! Los!"

Ruth looked down at the dirty soldier lying at her feet. He was shaking from head to foot. She moved away from him and looked from him to the bed where Elizabeth lay still staring straight at the ceiling. She wanted to cry. Instead she dressed hurriedly and went to the soldier and helped him onto her bed. She dampened the same cloth she had used to clean the blood off the lips of the girl and cleaned his face. His eyes were closed. He looked to Ruth to be a thousand years old. He still clutched the yellow coupons in his hand. Ruth relieved him of the burden of them and said, "I'll be back as soon as I can get back. Just rest."

She left the cabin, closing the door softly after her.

Ruth joined the line-up of girls for the morning muster. There was a huge woman standing on a box in the circle of girls calling out their names in a loud voice. Ruth arrived just in time to answer for herself. She didn't know what to do when Elizabeth's name was called so she said nothing until the silence grew pregnant with expectation and all the girls turned in her direction. Ruth stepped forward and explained carefully that Elizabeth was ill and added hurriedly that perhaps it would be a good idea to check for verification with the Kapitan who admitted them the previous evening.

Receiving a nod from the large woman standing on the box, Ruth returned to her place. She had to stand thirty minutes longer while their instructions were gone over again. The list of rules which were posted in each cabin alongside the douche kit was spelled out word for word before they were dismissed.

The woman blew a whistle and reassembled all of them before they had taken two steps away. "I am Frau Direktor of this group. You are to address me always as such. Each soldier will bring you one yellow coupon. No one soldier must ever have more than one. You will need two coupons for breakfast, three for lunch. There is no evening meal. Keep yourselves clean! You are with the cream of the German Reich! Dismissed!"

Ruth returned to her cabin with her mind in turmoil. She had safely put away the three coupons that she had taken from the soldier and now she had been ordered never to accept more than one. Hell, she thought, to breathe the air was probably breaking a rule. She sighed and quickened her steps. She knew she had problems awaiting her.

When she opened the door to the cabin the soldier was not on her bed. She looked in the direction of the labored breathing noise that she heard and saw the soldier pounding away between Elizabeth's open legs. She clutched at her throat, fearful that she would cry out in alarm, then moved to the bed. He hadn't even bothered to take off his clothes.

Ruth's first impulse was to use his rifle to shoot him with. Instead she moved cautiously toward the bed and saw Elizabeth's soft white hands on the back of his head. Then, before her eyes and ears the girl moaned, "Oh – Ooooh," and her long legs snaked around the slim hips of the soldier. Ruth stopped, watched, and listened.