Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

She was determined that no matter what happened to her she would not cry out, would not give the filthy beasts something to belittle her for later. She bit down on her tongue; that helped her to keep her stability, what little was left of it, as well as to remind her that she would not cry out. And in her mind she was still seeing the scene that had been enacted with Beth. Strangely, it was not Ruth on the table but Beth with Ruth watching.

The image was so strong in Ruth's mind that when Kurt was called to the end of the table, when he fitted the smooth, rubbery head of his large prick between her soft little cuntal lips, she felt only the contact of his flesh against hers and the slight increase in heat on the soft, waiting flesh between her upraised thighs. She tried to move away, nonetheless, but he only moved forward and shoved the hugeness of himself into her more deeply, prying her apart cruelly and sending sharp painful signals to every part of her young body. He did not persist and slam fully into her, but waited for the instructions of the Direktor.

Ruth lay pinned to the table, the violation of her tight, virginal cunt only begun, and felt the lips of the other two boys close wetly over her breasts. Not in any way did she want to, nor had she ever guessed it possible to enjoy such grossness, but suddenly she did. The wetness of their mouths, the gentle sucking and nibbling at her nipples, sent small ripples of forbidden pleasure through her. She could feel her breasts, the whole of them, harden and change temperature. She knew that her nipples were getting to be rock hard and wondered curiously at the sensation. She forgot herself and almost relaxed, when Kurt was ordered to ram his cock into her.

He did.

"Agh… Agh… Ooooh God!" Ruth screamed, her head flailing from side to side.

She felt as though she were being split open and knew that she was going to pass out, it was as though a rod of iron was being jabbed into her middle. She bit down on her tongue. The flesh broke and she tasted the sweetness of her own blood. She could feel her tight unused little pussy trying vainly to reject the impossible hardness and heat that was being forced into her; but she knew at the same time that it was impossible, that it was there, that the searing pain and humiliation would forever be part of her down there between her open legs. She prayed that the whole of it, the rock hardness of it, would penetrate her fully and that the pain would then lessen. It was not to be.

Before her young, soft cunt would accept, indeed could accept, that which it would have with time grown to appreciate and accommodate, her hymen deep inside her was torn apart and ripped beyond repair. The tearing of the insides of her jolted her to the very bones. And then she fainted.

Kurt was having his own problems. He had been chosen by the Direktor personally for his largeness of sex, a fact of which he had been proud of to this very minute. He had been a member in the newly formed Hitler Youth Corps and he had worked hard and done his best in all things that were asked of him. It had been a joke for a long time with the other boys about his over-endowment of manliness, so he supposed that that was why the Direktor had heard about him in the first place. At any rate, he had arrived at the camp one day, a cold day, and ten of the young men had been summoned by the camp doctor to the examining room. They had been ordered to undress and stand nude before the Direktor, a man none of them had met before.

He had to appreciate the startled look on the Direktor's face when that man had looked at Kurt's sex hanging limply down between his hard muscled legs. Kurt had been embarrassed by the questions the Direktor had asked, wanting to know about his ability to perform time and time again in short periods of time. Kurt had lied, somewhat, for the first time in his life. He had not bragged but instead had said that he was capable of less than he knew himself to be. Since he had been the first to be questioned, he supposed that he embarrassed or better yet challenged the other selected boys, because they had all over-estimated their powers.

He felt a certain pride to know that he was to be the example of German manhood, that it was he who would pave the way for the weary soldiers who would come to the various places of rest throughout the FATHERLAND and enjoy the fruits of his labor. It had been somewhat of a shock to him to realize that for every virgin he entered he would be watched – that he would have a complete audience. He had feared that he would not be able to get hard, but the fear had been groundless. Every time he walked into the room and saw one of the girls on the table, her virginal young sex waiting for his huge prick, he did get hard, no matter how short a time ago he had done the very same thing. He knew that when he lost the ability he would be returned to a unit and in all probability in disgrace. And he would be sent to the Eastern Front.

He had feared that the fact that the girls would be Jewish (they were for the enlisted men) would turn him off completely from his teachings against them, but it was not the case. Their sex was open to him and unused and warm and tight and as heavenly to his senses as any others. And, the girl on the table seemed different anyway. She looked completely Aryan to him. He felt that the authorities had made a mistake with her. She was completely blond, even the soft sparse pubic down between her legs that now encircled his prick was blond, meaning to him that she was truly a blond like a German. He realized that the pain the girls suffered when their tight little cunts were used for the first time must be terrific, but he had never thought to inflict such pain on one of his own kind. He felt now that he was and that the girl speared on his hard prick was a German girl.

And, the nurse, the one who had made several advances to him, Hilde Schmidt, watched him all the time that he was performing his duty. He had been absolutely forbidden to have any relations with the nurses but she kept insisting in many ways, some openly and others not so openly, that he was sure that there would be difficulty between the two of them in short order. He didn't want to report her because the Direktor would just think that he was bragging or being egotistical. He glanced at Hilde now and not to his surprise saw that her eyes were glued to his long white penis half buried between the young girl's legs. Her breath seemed to be coming so labored that he imagined that he heard it above all the others in the room.

Kurt prayed that he would be able to stay hard inside the pretty girl, tight up her little cunt, and that he would not be nervous and flub anything about this particular operation. He moved further into her, deeper into the heat of her and the pain for himself that was caused by her tightness. He felt her respond: her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him full in the face. At that moment, he too could have died in shame.

Ruth, even in her agony, guessed partly what Kurt was thinking. She saw the embarrassment that he suffered and she did not wish to inflict more upon him. She tried bravely to smile at him and he was grateful. He eased gently into her and Ruth felt the depth of her cunt flower open almost magically to receive him fully. She was surprised at the lack of pain, or rather further pain, that the gentleness on his part saved her. She could not move much, but she did against her will try to move away from him. But, the Direktor was furious!

He jumped behind Kurt and shoved him forcefully on the backside causing him to suddenly plunge all the way to the heart of Ruth! Waves of nausea assaulted her, but she did not pass out again. She looked over the heads of the boys who were still sucking forcefully at her hardened breasts and tried with her eyes to let Kurt know that she understood. She braced herself as best she could when she felt him withdrawing because she knew that he would have to plunge back in forcefully to please the Direktor.