Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

He did. He withdrew his large hardened prick, leaving only the huge, pulsing head of it inside her pink cuntal lips, then tightened his leg muscles and rammed back in, causing her to buck up toward him, cramming her almost to the bursting point with his hot, hard pole of flesh.

Then without warning Ruth's head was yanked backwards and the forth boy rammed his prick into her mouth, over her lips and her tongue and down deep into her throat. She gagged from the unexpected intrusion and tried to move away from the hot hardness that crowded her throat, but it was no use. One of the nurses, one that she would later come to know as Hilde Schmidt, held her head back firmly. She was forced to accept the hardness of him, the pole hardness of him, deep into her throat.

Then before Ruth could adjust in any way to the four assaults on her body, the Direktor was shouting at the boys and they each started his own special ministrations upon her with force. Ruth was rammed into her throat and jolted into her cunt by equal timed movements so that she thought the two of them must be meeting somewhere in the middle of her, near the heart. Her breasts were burning and even though she did not wish to, a sudden, not unpleasant sensation rippled through her helplessly impaled body.

A weirdly pleasurable pain rocked her from both ends and the inward heat of her that should have had time to build and ease forth from her in the time honored way with all women was brought to a head quickly by the increased rhythm of the four boys. Kurt plunged and plowed and rammed into her. The other boy, at the head of the table, punched and jogged and rocked into her throat with his rock hard prick. Ruth still had the sensation of watching the same thing happening to Beth, so that now when Kurt pounded into her soft forever stretched cunt, she could imagine seeing his tight leg muscles and his small clenching buttocks tighten up with each thrust. She looked for his face but could only see the lust contorted face of the boy who was desperately fucking into her throat.

Suddenly both of them began to flail into her with whipping piston-like motions, hammering deep against her very being. Then each of them, together, gave one final bucking motion with all their hardness and strength and spewed into her, burning her deep down in her rapidly swallowing throat and high up into the warm contracting walls of her pussy with their hot searing semen, scalding her very insides. After the wildness of spewing inside her, Kurt crashed fully into her uplifted loins and ground down, jolting and jogging with short, machine-gun like bursts, almost bringing her to orgasm, then withdrawing before her own body fires could completely flare up.

Ruth lay exhausted on the table, her eyes closed, and cringed in her shame and humiliation. She felt the straps being loosened around her ankles and then the freeing of her arms. She was ordered off the table, then back onto it on her stomach. Once again her feet were inserted into the metal stirrups, toes down, and her arms were secured tightly to the table. The Nurse Hilde roughly wiped the trickling sperm from her mouth with a tissue, then she felt the Direktor's rough hands on the soft white mounds of gently trembling buttocks. They obscenely spread her apart and he slowly wormed a finger into the tight rubbery tissue of her small puckered anus, causing her to scream out unexpectedly with sudden surprise.

"That is good that she resists at first," the Direktor grinned in obvious enjoyment. "We must be careful not to give the same injection of drug to each girl. This one is part German – according to her records only her father was Jewish – so she had no need for as much drug as the girls who do not have the strength of the German blood."

He paused and made a small comment to one of the nurses who hurried out of the room, then continued, his fingers now stretching wider and wider the small nether ring of Ruth's tightly clenched rectum. "This also is a source of pleasure for many women. When a girl is having her period, when it is that time of the month, some men prefer this type of fun. You must remember that the girls are not to be fed twenty-four hours prior to any appointment that has been arranged for them. Never. Now," he continued digging almost clinically at Ruth's soft flesh, "We put lubricant on the first girl. This one needs only half as much. She will provide twice as much enjoyment for the soldier she is lucky enough to have. We will get on with it. Where are the boys?"

Ruth was aware of the boy's re-entrance. She knew it was Kurt who was standing at the head of the table and she could only guess who would be at the end of it, his penis hard and poised to enter her backside. She felt shame and remorse that her soft, white little ass should be waving in front of every face in the room. She felt the large head of a hard cock against her rubbery flesh and then plunging into her.

"Aaag – God!" she screamed, unable to help herself.

Ruth did not know whether or not she had passed out or simply blotted out all the nerve signals to her brain. The next thing she realized was that her uselessly resisting little rectum seemed to be on fire and that her throat was crammed full to the hilt with Kurt's hardened pole of flesh. She thought that she was unable to breath, but her senses told her that she couldn't be since she was thinking. She felt the hard rough hands of the boy who was plowing into her widely stretched anal passage grip her legs and she guessed rightly that the worst was over, that he was bucking into her with all his force and that with his final crashing into her and the fleshy slapping of his stomach against the soft quivering mounds of her buttocks, meant that he was spewing his hot sperm far up into her forever stretched rectum.

The increased and steady pounding into her throat by Kurt was suddenly gaining force too, until he rocked and hurtled himself deep down into her and the force of his coming burned deep down. Then he slammed finally into her and pressed her head flat against himself and crammed on into her until she was mercifully saved by herself. She lost consciousness.

A seeming eternity later, Ruth could feel herself being lifted from the table and guided out of the white room. She could not steady her vision nor clear her head. The floor of the corridor seemed to be constructed in rolling waves and she had a hard time staying on her feet. Then, suddenly she was flung down onto the hard planking that she had been sleeping on and her whole being broke into a plaintive sob. The pain that she should have felt while the assault was being committed on her body came to her now in rocking wallops and she clutched her arms about her bruised body and let herself cry.

"Here, here, child," Frau Moelar said, laying her large hands on Ruth's arms. "It's not all that bad, poor child. Let me help you." She wiped Ruth's forehead with a damp cloth and then gently cleaned her face and her breasts. She leaned the hugeness of herself over the convulsing form and kissed the pink nipples of Ruth's young trembling breasts. Ruth did not notice what was being done to her. Her body was dead to all feeling. She lay and sobbed and Frau Moelar took that as an invitation and kissed the almost child breasts into erection, then moved her head down to the soft white rounded stomach of the sobbing girl and kissed and bit gently at the smooth pliant flesh.

It was sometime before Ruth realized what was being done to her, but in her agony she could do nothing about it. She felt the burning lips of the huge woman on her breast and was even grateful for the change of the feminine touch of her. She relaxed and let herself be cared for, dreaming of the time not too long past when her own mother had touched her breast buds in wonder and told her that she was going to be a fine young lady. She felt the hot burning lips of Frau Moelar on her stomach, then the tentative biting and her middle rose up to meet the warm mouth and tongue of her.