Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

Beth was turned over on the table, her feet were fitted back into the stirrups, toes down, and the table was moved back so that the beautiful, soft white mounds of her buttocks were jutted up toward the light that glared overhead. The Direktor moved back to the end of the table and motioned the two remaining boys to stand behind him and slightly to the side. He ordered the nurse to the table and she came, carrying the black cylinder of lubricant.

The Direktor moved around the table so that he was standing just at Beth's hips. He reached over and spread her buttocks obscenely apart, almost gently Ruth thought, and then the nurse shoved the cylinder into the pink rubbery tissue of her tight, cringing little anus. Ruth heard a moan from Beth and felt a pain of sympathy for her. She prayed fervently that when her time came she would be spared such a horrible indignity.

When the nurse was finished the Direktor dug his large fingers into the white flesh near the tight opening of Beth's rectum and ordered one of the boys to approach. The boy dropped his underpants. Ruth gasped as his hard prick jumped forth and stood out from his body. He moved forward. Without hesitation he slammed the whole of his huge rod into Beth's helplessly pulsating anus. "Ooooh… ooooh…" she screamed.

The Direktor motioned for the nurse to go away, since she had started to the head of the table with her gauze again, and told the other boy to go up there. He did. He tore away his restraining shorts and roughly lifted Beth's head by taking a handful of short hair. Then, without mercy, he shoved his long hardened prick into her tiny, ovalled mouth.

Ruth watched in horror, now, as the two boys shoved and battered into the front and back of the helpless girl, one ramming into her soft, giving buttocks, sinking his hard pole between her mounds of soft white flesh; the other shoving relentlessly into her gaping mouth. Ruth saw the girl push up with her hips to draw her rear away from the cock plowing into her tight, clasping rectum and at the same time having the long, hard prick of the other boy pushed into her throat so that her young body seemed to convulse like a helpless rag doll between them.

Then, without warning, the room grew absolutely silent except for the labored breathing of the two young Nazis and the muffled moaning of the unfortunate Beth. Ruth heard above this unusual noise the slapping together of the boy's muscled stomach and Beth's soft white buttocks of quivering flesh as he drove relentlessly into her. Ruth looked in disbelief at the wild, animalistic scene and saw the boy's hands cupped around Beth's white flesh at the hips and realized that he was forcing her helpless body back to meet his every plunge. The boy at the head of the table had both hands on her head and was violently pulling it toward him as he rocked ceaselessly into her mouth. From where Ruth sat she could see the pale lips of Beth encircle the stone hard whiteness of the boy. She shuddered and wondered if she would ever be able to undergo such a thing and if she should be able to do so, what she would be like after.

Then, before she could continue her thoughts, with loud explosive breathing and the noise of flesh slapping flesh, both boys shot their hot semen into Beth's helplessly skewered body at just about the same time. They then withdrew from her and from the room, their penises, still hard and standing proud before them, proceeding them through the door. The Direktor ordered the girl lifted from the table. That was done right away. She was helped out of the room by one of the nurses, a large woman, big-boned and big-breasted. The table was made ready again, the entire surface of it was scrubbed down and the linen changed while Ruth sat and watched and shivered in helpless anticipation of her own subjugation to this horrible ordeal.

Being at the age of sixteen did not help Ruth one bit. She was too young to imagine the actual act of sexual intercourse for the first time for a young girl; she had little idea of the attendant pain. She had no idea of the conception of the intensity of multiplied pain that went with rape as it had been committed before her very eyes. There was just nothing in her previous experience to give her the faintest hint. The shot of sedative that had been given to each of the girls had not only made them relax and accept the weir scene that they had just witnessed, but it also dulled their senses for each of their own experiences, as it was supposed to do.

Ruth watched the clean linen being placed just so on the movable table and then the Direktor spoke to one of the nurses who headed in Ruth's direction. Ruth drew back from the out-stretched hand of the nurse and was slapped soundly for her discourtesy. The sound of the slap caused the Direktor to turn and bellow at the nurse. "You are a sadist, Fraulein Schmidt! Bring the girl here immediately!"

Fraulein Schmidt jerked Ruth to her feet and pushed her toward the table. She dug her fingers cruelly into Ruth's arm and no amount of tugging and pulling on Ruth's part would loosen her grip. Ruth found herself standing at the end of the table and looking into the cold blue eyes of the Herr Direktor. "And you, Jew girl, you do not give the nurses here a hard time. You are very lucky to be here – to be permitted to have a tryout of the comforting of the cream of the Nazis youth. If you are not well behaved and courteous to a fault, we will find you some other place. I can assure you, Jew, that this is the best of all possible places for you. If you have another opinion, we will be inclined to let you put it to the test. You understand that once and for all. Onto the table!"

Before Ruth could remove her robe it was roughly taken from her by Fraulein Schmidt, whose eyes then traveled over the young nude body of Ruth with apparent appreciation. She gently helped Ruth onto the table and just as gently fitted her feet into the stirrups as Beth's had been. Ruth momentarily felt silly, lying on her back, her feet hooked into the metal cups and clamped around the heel to prevent her from moving them. Then her arms were strapped alongside her. She almost panicked. She took a deep breath and tried to relax as her father had taught her to do after any frightening or sudden shock. She would have succeeded, perhaps, if the table had not been put into motion and her legs shoved backwards so forcefully that she felt she was being torn apart down there between her loins.

She realized that she was lying as Beth had been, her secret most being open and visible for all the eyes. She wanted to cry out her shame to the world. She wanted to believe that it was all a nightmare that she would soon awaken from, but her young soul would not permit her that luxury of thought. Through her confused thinking she heard the Direktor's voice. He was speaking to the same four boys who had rammed into the poor helpless Beth. Ruth was surprised to know that they were there. She had not been aware of their re-entering the room.

She felt the rough hands of the Herr Direktor on the soft lips of her vagina and abruptly shame tore through her in waves all the way to the pit of her stomach. She felt the rubber tip of the black cylinder being shoved between her open thighs and she fainted, momentarily. She was strangely revived by the same strange instrument being turned and twisted inside her. She heard the Direktor's voice and listened to what he was saying.

"This is the first and only time that a girl needs the added lubricant here, the only time she is a virgin," he laughed and was joined by the four young men and the nurses with his crude joke. "And since we are humane, we see that the girls are taken care of and treated well, for their good as well as the good of the men. She is ready." He pronounced solemnly.

Ruth felt anything but 'ready'. A slight pain from the rubber-tipped cylinder thudded dully through her body, from the soft downiness of her blond pubic hair to the nipples of her firm young breasts. Her legs, long and still muscled from her youth, ached her from being in such an unusual position. Her slightly rounded stomach, the muscles standing taut and defendingly forward, vibrated with shame and humiliation. Her mind was dulled but racing, fear crowding upon her and receding, then racing back through her whole being.