Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

"Oooh… oh… Ooooh," Ruth moaned in her half conscious pleasure.

Frau Moelar was smothering herself in the beauty and warmth of the abused girl. She sucked and kissed at the soft flesh of her and moved her mouth to the slowly squirming mound that was covered by the sparse blonde pubic hair and pressed into its softness with her teeth; gently she licked and enjoyed the heat of the young girls sperm moistened cunt on her face. She gently moved the girl's legs apart and kissed the pink lips of her soft vagina and eased her tongue into the narrow opening there and felt the faintest tremor of response.

Frau Moelar needed no further encouragement. She used her large hands to open the soft thighs of the now softly whimpering girl and then placed her thumbs on the quivering lips of her tight little cunt and spread them open. She slid her tongue inside ever so gently and then forced it further until all of its teasing wetness was tight inside the walls of Ruth's now heated vagina.

"Ah… Aaah," Ruth moaned.

She ran her tongue in and out gently, moving the small hard clitoris back and forth with each movement of her tongue. She felt the girl bucking up gently to meet her probing muscle. She withdrew her tongue and opened the lips more fully apart and breathed heavily into the delicious opening between the wide spread legs. She snaked her tongue back in and nibbled at the bridge of flesh that separated the two openings, then lifted the full soft hips of the girl and probed into the rosebud rectum that already stretched by her earlier ravishment, opened to her tongue like a budding flower.

Frau Moelar's breath was labored and the sound of her breathing filled the small cell that Ruth was in. Ruth felt the muscled tongue enter her tight, bruised cunt and she moaned with pleasure. She had had a moments doubt when the Frau had probed her rectum, but the sensation had been pleasurable. She relaxed and accepted the sucking and soft poking into her cunt and slowly her pain lessened and she wanted all of the soft, hard sure muscle inside her.

Every time that Frau Moelar moved Ruth's clitoris with her tongue or her teeth, Ruth's hips involuntarily bucked up to meet the raging fire it caused in her. She felt her own need growing deep inside her, filling the hollow that had been left by the jabbing into her of the hardened prick of the young superman, Kurt. Without warning a fire burned inside her, then erupted and broke and spilled over her and she came in pleasurable waves of relief, her own fluid oozing out from the depth of her young, quivering belly and warming her bruised insides. She gave one final heave and shuddered against the strong face of Frau Moelar and then sank back upon the planking, falling asleep immediately.

Ruth, without her knowing it, had now become a woman of the Reich for the soldiers who would return to the Fatherland for rest and recuperation.

Ruth had seven long days almost to herself. She was moved from the sterile cell to a small one room cottage which she was to share with another girl, Elizabeth, as long as she was to remain in Vienna. Her torn flesh and bruised spirits healed miraculously within three days. She was made to attend classes of hygiene and race evaluations taught contempt for herself and for all of Jewish blood (but failed completely to learn the lesson thoroughly) which was given by the Nurse Hilde Schmidt.

Ruth was learning not to talk, except to her room mate, Elizabeth, a girl whose circumstances were closely parallel to her own. She, too, had been attending a school outside of the Fatherland, in England, and had received the same mysterious telegram that Ruth had received. They both agreed that their parents had not sent the message and that probably both of their parents had been arrested before the wire was sent. They cried a great deal in each others arms and told foolish and girlish things about their respective schools. Even though their bodies had grown into bloom within a short time, their thinking was still on the girlish level.

Ruth and Elizabeth had agreed on a number of things. They dimly foresaw the danger that would be coming their way when they would be old women at the age of sixteen or seventeen, so they promised to help each other in any way that they could. They still had a romantic view of life and each of them had given up their virginity to the handsome (now that he no longer was a threat to them or rather a source of pain) Kurt. They glimpsed him occasionally as he exercised in the compound. The giggled and talked of him, not as the cruel German, but surprisingly as the boy of their dreams. Ruth was the first to see the irony of this, but she did not share her knowledge with Elizabeth because she could not safely put her thoughts into words. And since she was not completely out of the world of fantasy, she almost convinced herself that she and Kurt were in love and that her sexual experience with him had been only a temporary straying from the normal path of romantic love.

Elizabeth was almost the opposite from Ruth. She had soft brown hair, light green eyes, and a darker complexion than did Ruth. She was also taller and better built, her young breasts jutting smartly from her body and soaring up at the end with large sensuous nipples. Her legs were long and good and well shaped, but she was heavier in the thighs than Ruth was. She had a good engaging smile, which she could flash quickly and genuinely and she was never to betray Ruth's trust in her.

Strangely enough, the girls first wavering of friendship came about over Kurt. Even though it did not last long, it threw them more closely together and made them truer friends. It came about because of Ruth.

Since she was allowed to use the compound for exercise – indeed since the girls were forced to use it for that purpose – Ruth came to like it, even though it was cold every morning at six o'clock. She began to take walks around it, always going in the same way, that is counterclockwise to the way the men ran or walked. She began to time her walks so that she would see Kurt. She knew that he saw her, that he was aware of her walking in the compound, but he gave no sign of it.

What Ruth didn't know and what Kurt could have told her had he had the chance was that he could have cared less the first week that she was in the compound whether she was there or not. He was called upon five times a day to perform the ritual task of breaking in a young virgin girl and at the end of the day his sexual powers were pretty well used up. Her saw her, of course, but he had been cautioned not to go near the girls who were there in the compound or to enter their cottages. He need not have been discouraged. His first three weeks there were taking their toll of his flesh and each day he felt that he was losing whatever the magic was that he had arrived there with.

At first it had been fun to Kurt, something like a small boy being given the run of a candy store. But performing like a stud bull every day seemed to be taking the edge off the whole show. And, the fear that ached in the back of his mind concerned the fighting in Russia. That, he did not care for. Other boys there might dream of the soft little cunts they were allowed to enter, of the velvet folds of them tightly around their lust-hardened rods, but not Kurt. His dreams were more like nightmares. He dreamt often of himself in the frozen north, his rifle slick to the touch from ice, with hordes of wild Russians attacking and killing him in every imaginable way. No, Kurt did not dream of girls. He was determined to outlive the war and, by any means at his disposal, to survive. He had landed into a cushiony job and he meant to hold onto it. But, strangely, he did like the girl Ruth and he knew that she was watching him, that she was wanting him. It never occurred to him that the horrible sadistic Nurse Hilde would be the instrument that thrust them together.