Chapter 47 - Deutscher Madel In the Bunker
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This is the first part of the time travel that Satan gave to Briana during the
celebration of the Black Mass. Briana is transported to the final days of the
Third Reich.
"If one out of a thousand soldiers of the Wermacht were as brave and capable
as Fraulein Williams, the Communists and their Jewish masters would have been
destroyed on the steppes of Russia," said the Fuehrer stepping forward to pin
the Iron Cross on Briana's black wool tunic.
Briana had been appalled at the condition of her supreme leader. There was a
noticeable twitch in his face. One of his arms hung useless by his side and he
appeared to be unable to raise it. His walk was more of a shuffle than the
stride she had come to expect from newsreels. Hitler's color was pale to the
point of whiteness. His hands trembled as he attempted to force the medal's pin
through the coarse wool material of her Wermacht uniform jacket. Briana stood
patiently at attention as her Fuehrer made several attempts to fix the medal in
place.
"Here, allow me, Fuehrer," said Eva Braun Hitler coming to the aid of her
husband of less than a dozen hours. Eva briskly took the medal from Hitler's
shaking hands and deftly pinned it to Briana's breast.
"You are much too pretty to be a soldier, you are so beautiful, isn't she
Fuehrer?" said Eva kissing Briana on the cheek. The smell of perfume invaded
Briana's nostrils. While Adolph Hitler looked a physical wreck, Eva Braun Hitler
appeared rested, even cheerful. Briana considered her the most beautiful woman
outside of her mother that she had ever seen. Ingrid, her best friend in the
Deutscher Madel, the girl's component of the Hitler Youth had seen Eva Braun at
a party function some months before. Briana recalled Ingrid's description of
that time.
"She absolutely sparkles. Her smile lights up the room. She is much prettier
than any movie star. The Fuehrer adores her. His eyes never leave her," said
Ingrid when she returned to the dormitory of the special school attended by only
the most elite female members of the Hitler Youth.
"How was she dressed?" asked Briana who had stayed up to find out what Ingrid
had seen.
"An exquisite teal blue gown. She was wearing a necklace of perfect pearls
that the Fuehrer gave her."
"Oh I wish I didn't have this awful cold. I told Frau Kleiner I was well
enough to go but she said that ill people are not allowed in the presence of the
Fuehrer. Germany cannot afford for him to be sick at this time when the
Communist Jews and the Americans are attacking the Fatherland."
"I think I could style your hair exactly like hers," said Ingrid.
"Could you really? That would be wonderful, please try," replied Briana.
Briana wondered where Ingrid was or even if she was still alive. They had been
best friends and practically inseparable since they both arrived at school three
years ago. However, they were separated when they had been assigned to the
defense of different sectors of Berlin. Weeks had passed since they had said
their goodbyes at the school for the female members of the Hitler Youth. Both
had completed two weeks of sniper training. Normally, the course was three
months and limited to experienced military personnel. But Germany was desperate
and young women fifteen and older were being pressed into combat roles in a
final desperate defense of the Fatherland. Someone had decided that the
Deutscher Madel would make excellent snipers since it was a role that required
patience and precision.
Briana had spent her last years at the Deutscher Madel academy studying to
become the archetype of mother required for the Reich to last a thousand years.
She planned to be sent to former Soviet territory to establish a German colony
where inferior Slavs would labor on large plantations.
Briana had sworn an oath to always act in a manner befitting the master race.
She accepted the role of a providing Germany with racially pure Aryan male
children who would become soldiers in the SS. She expected to be bred over and
over again to produce offspring who were in every respect members of the Master
Race. She had solemnly pledged to never engage in sexual contact with cripples,
mental defectives, Jews, Slavs, Gypsies or other racially inferior persons.
A suitable mate named Klaus Guderin had been selected as the first to breed
with Briana when she reached her sixteenth birthday. Although she had never met
the SS lieutenant, she carried his picture with her always. They frequently
exchanged letters. She sometimes took out the photo of him in his black SS
uniform and looked at it. Briana knew by heart the measurements of his head and
body that assured her Klaus was a pure Aryan. Her own measurements were
similarly that of a perfect Aryan woman.
She had not gotten a letter from Klaus in weeks. When she last heard, his
Panzer division was in Silesia fighting the Red Army.
Briana's reverie was interrupted by a comment of the Minister of Propaganda.
"Fraulein Williams is one of our most effective snipers. She has accounted for
eighty six of the enemy, I plan to feature her on a future broadcast," said
Goebbels who was standing close by with his wife Magda. Their six children,
five girls and a boy, stood watching the medal ceremony.
Briana was aware of the hollowness of Goebbels statement. The Red Army had
captured the Ministry of Propaganda along with its radio station days before. It
was April 29, 1945. The end of the Third Reich was very near.
Briana was in the dining room of the third level of the Fuehrer's bunker in
the Reich Chancellery. Although she had never been allowed to visit them, she
knew there were three more levels underneath her. They contained the Fuehrer's
personal apartments and command center. It also included the living quarters of
his immediate personal staff. In spite of the distance underground, Briana could
still hear and occasionally feel the explosions of Red Army artillery shells.
The 203MM shells shook the earth when they landed.
Briana was a member of the polyglot forces defending the Chancellery against
Zhukov's Red Army Group Center. Many of the solders were members of the Walfen
SS. Dutch and Norwegians of the Norlander Division combined with the remnants of
the French Charlemagne Division made up the majority of the defenders.
Auxiliaries from the Hitler Youth, Volkstrum, SS, SD, and the odd Wermacht
soldier completed the detachment assigned to defend the Chancellery. Briana like
her mother had a gift for languages and was able to converse in the half dozen
tongues spoken by the defenders. General Grishin a crippled veteran of the
Eastern Front commanded the hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned defenders.
Marshall Zhukov's entire Army Group Central was concentrated on the capture of
Berlin and the Chancellery.
What the Chancellery's defenders lacked in numbers, equipment, and tactical
cohesion, they made up with their fervor. The Walfen SS was comprised of
fanatical anti-communists. They had turned their backs on their own countries.
Each French, Dutch, or Norwegian soldier knew they would be hated, reviled as
traitors and publicly tried and executed if they ever returned to their
motherland. They had nowhere else to go and were determined to fight to the very
last.
The Red Army was now within a few hundred yards of the Chancellery. There was
a rumor that Zhukov had promised Stalin that the Chancellery would fall by May
1, the day that the Soviets celebrated as their national holiday.
When the brief medal ceremony over, Briana walked up the steps to the second
underground level. She entered the small vacant room she found several days
before. The room had become her refuge. It allowed her some privacy away from
the increasingly aggressive soldiers. She had noticed the way they looked at
her. Several times when she had passed groups of men in the narrow stairwells
they had reached out and touched her breasts. Lewd suggestions had been
whispered in her ears. Briana had sworn to remain a virgin until she was able to
breed with the mate selected by the Fatherland. Having sex only with a racially
pure Aryan male was one of the prime directives of the Deutscher Madel. However
as the battle against the Red Army looked increasingly hopeless, Briana had come
to realize the pointlessness of maintaining racial purity in a dying cause.
Viewing the physical condition of Adolph Hitler had only added to her feeling of
hopelessness.
Brian sensed how exhausted she was when she entered the closet like room off
the main hallway. Her sniper rifle and several blankets were stacked neatly in
the corner. Briana arranged the blankets; took off her boots, lay down on the
floor and fell instantly sleep from exhaustion.
It soon would be daylight and she would have to climb the stairs to above
ground and become a sniper. Before first light, she would ascend high into the
shell-like remains of the Chancellery and find a vantage point among the ruins.
She'd lay absolutely still watching for a target. Briana was keenly aware that
there were snipers in the Red Army who would be looking for her as well. Several
times, bullets had missed her by inches. One had passed through the cloth cap
she wore to hide her blonde curls. Sergeant Klintz, her commander, had been
killed the day before by a Soviet sniper. The death of the Sergeant had left
Briana without anyone to report to, not that it mattered anymore. Without the
Sergeant, there was no one to even talk to. She was now completely on her own.
The Sergeant had been a sniper in the First World War. In his sixties, he had
been forced to join the Volkstrum. He had treated her kindly, almost like a
daughter and reacted fiercely when other soldiers made comments of a sexual
nature. He showed her pictures of his own daughter and his two sons. Both boys
had been killed on the Russian front. The Sergeant had been killed when he went
to investigate why one of his charges had not returned. The same Soviet sniper
that killed the young boy that the Sergeant went to check on probably killed the
Sergeant.
Inside her tunic, Briana kept a small notebook that detailed each of her
eighty-six kills. The date and time, circumstances, location and rank if known
were printed in her neat hand. She had been taught to keep such a record in
sniper school. In spite of being a tall lanky fifteen-year-old girl, the
grizzled veterans treated her with respect when they learned she was incredibly
gifted as a marksperson. Furthermore, she had the patience and methodical
nature required for a sniper. She could remain motionless for hours.
"I've never seen her waste a bullet, one shot means one dead Russki, she's an
angel of death," was what Sergeant Klintz had said. Her angelically beautiful
facial features and curly blonde hair caused the nickname to stick. Several
times, she saw soldiers pointing her out to others and she heard the phrase
"angel of death" repeated. They had even begun to call her "angel" rather than
Briana or Fraulein Williams.
After two weeks of continuous battle, Briana was one of the few snipers still
alive. At first, there had been over thirty in Sergeant Klintz's sniper
detachment. Now it was only Briana and a boy from Cologne. And maybe he was
dead; she had not seen him in the last few hours.
Briana woke with a start when someone touched her foot. She looked up to see
an SS Major. He was standing over her with a bottle of cognac in his hand.
"Want to join the party?" asked the officer she recognized as Major Franz
Betz. He had obviously been drinking. Somehow he had found Briana's secret room.
There was an unlimited supply of schnapps, brandy, cognac, and champagne stored
in the bunker. As the Red Army closed in and the hopelessness of the situation
became increasingly apparent, the amount of alcohol consumed rose dramatically.
Many of the bunker's defenders were always drunk.
"No thank you, sir," said Briana mindful she was speaking to a major in the
SS. Absolute obedience to a superior officer had been drilled into Briana's head
over the last five years.
"Suit yourself but we're going to have a private party right here in your cozy
little hide-a-way, you can stay or go as you please."
Major Betz left for a few minutes then returned with two other officers Briana
recognized, Captain Reinhardt Heinz also SS and Lieutenant Marcel Gaston of the
Walfen SS's Charlemagne Division. They brought two young women who Briana took
to be in there twenties. They were carrying armfuls of blankets, food, and
several bottles of champagne and cognac. The girls and the officers had already
been drinking.
"This is perfect," said one of the women looking at the small room, "we can
enjoy ourselves here without everyone joining in."
Berliners were starving. However, the Bunker had an enormous supply of
foodstuffs and spirits. Nightly, SS officers went out among the civilian
population and invited attractive young women to the Bunker for food and drink
in return for sex. The hungry women were shameless about it. Briana had
encountered drunken females walking the corridors naked. The women were willing
to couple with any soldier they happened upon in the dark. As the war ended and
hunger grew, the morals of the German people disappeared.
"Who's this little angel?" asked one of the women sitting down on the floor
and pointing to Briana. She had inadvertently used Briana's nickname.
"Hilda, Elise, this is Briana, we call her the angel of death," said the
Major.
"She's so pretty, too pretty to be a soldier but pretty enough to be an
angel," said the pale brunette named Elise. Briana saw that Elise's dress was
unbuttoned almost to her waist.
"She keeps a little book where she writes down everything after she kills a
man. Show them the little book, angel," said Captain Heinz.
"Don't tease her, Reinhardt, she'll think we're mean, come here child and let
Hilda embrace you like a sister," said Hilda leaning over to give Briana a hug.
In spite of the circumstances, Briana felt herself melting into the warm arms of
the older girl. It had been months since she had been in her parent's arms.
Briana's mother and father were safe in the West. The Americans had captured her
father at Normandy when his staff car made a wrong turn. The Americans had
occupied her mother's family estate when they crossed the Rhine. Hilda's arms
around her felt comforting. Briana had gone out every morning for the last two
weeks expecting to die. Every night she had returned to the Bunker and listened
as the Sergeant called the roll. Each day there were fewer responses. With the
death of the Sergeant, there was no one to even call the roll. Her isolation was
complete.
Still, Briana knew what kind of party the officers and the women would have.
It would end in an orgy that was no place for a girl who had taken a sacred oath
to remain racially pure.
Briana considered getting up and leaving. But it was dangerous to go outside.
And if she just moved somewhere else in the Bunker, she was just as likely to
find the same thing happening. Briana could at least hope the SS officers would
treat her with more respect than enlisted men. She knew of girls being raped in
the dark halls by privates and corporals. Briana had acquired a 9MM Luger from
her sergeant as protection.
"Stay with us, we'll see they leave you alone," said Elise, "Hilda and I can
take care of these three, can't we?"
"Yes, don't go, it's better for you in here with us," said Hilda. Hilda had
taken Briana's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
The women insisted Briana join them and Briana surprised herself by agreeing.
She had not appreciated the state of her loneliness until now. The six arranged
themselves seated in a circle on the floor of the room.
"Cognac?" asked the Major handing Briana a bottle.
"Thank you, Major," said Briana. Briana took the bottle and had a small
draught. The liquid burned her throat but it relaxed her.
"Call me Franz," whisper the Major, "People who are going to die together
shouldn't be so formal with one another."
The Major set out a wheel of cheese and began to slide wedges with a bayonet.
Briana was seated between the Major and the Captain.
"They say that when the Spandau fortress surrendered, the Communists took
every woman there and raped her dozens of times out in the prison courtyard. Old
women and girls as young as ten were gang raped while relatives and neighbors
were made to watch. The let the Asiatic Cossacks and Mongols rape the women who
looked Aryan. They raped mothers in front of their children and husbands. One
pregnant woman was raped until she had a miscarriage and lost her baby," said
Hilda. Spandau fortress was only a few kilometers away, on the other side of the
city.
Briana had heard stories about how Stalin had ordered the Red Army to rape
every German woman they encountered. Briana like all German females had seen the
pictures of what the Red Army did to German women when they captured the East
Prussian town of Nemmersdorf the previous summer. The Red Army had only held
the town for a week before a Wermacht counterattack recaptured it. The pictures
of the seventy-two raped, tortured and murdered German women had been widely
distributed by the Ministry of Propaganda. Briana had read the account of the
Swiss Red Cross worker who happened to be present when the Russians first raped
all the women then turned them over to some Polish convicts. The Poles also
raped the women then used saws to cut off their breasts. The photograph of a
young girl Briana's age naked and nailed to a barn door with two gaping wounds
where her breasts used to be was an image burned into Briana's brain. Briana was
determined not to be captured alive. As a member of the Hitler Youth, Briana was
aware that she would not survive capture and that her death would be a painful
one. Dying in battle seemed much the preferable way to end her life.
"So you two will be raped when the Reds win," said Lieutenant Gaston, "Here,
let me show you exactly how they will go about it." The Lieutenant pulled Elise
to him and slipped a hand inside her blouse and fondled her breast. She didn't
resist as his hand exposed her breast and he bent down to kiss the dark nipple.
"The Chinese have a saying. If rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back
and enjoy it," said Captain Heinz. Captain Heinz started kissing Hilda and
slipped his hand up her skirt. Briana watched as Hilda moved her leg to permit
the Captain to feel her sex.
"And what will you do, Briana, will you lie back and enjoy it?" asked Major
Betz placing his arm around Briana's shoulder and offering her another drink
from his bottle of cognac. Briana took another small swallow. Somehow the idea
of drinking enough to get drunk seemed all right to her. She had been through so
much the last two weeks.
"I'll die first. I've never been with a man," announced Briana emboldened by
the effects of the cognac. The alcohol, fatigue, and emotional strain of living
with death had loosened Briana's normal reserve and shyness.
"Really, you're a virgin, how old are you Briana?" asked Elise who was
ignoring the fact that Lieutenant Gaston had exposed both her breasts and was
sucking one of her nipples while his hand caressed the other breast.
"Fifteen, I'm a Deutscher Madel. I took an oath of racial purity."
"Fifteen, so there is such a thing as a fifteen year old virgin in Germany,"
laughed Lieutenant Gaston.
"You're teasing her again, Marcel, Here let me do this before you tear
something, " said Elise standing up to finish removing her dress. Elise slipped
out of her brassiere and removed her slip. Next she slipped down her panty. All
that remained was a garter belt and stockings. Briana forced herself not to
stare at the dark patch of hair that covered Elise's sex. Her breasts were small
and the nipples very dark. Elise was thin and tall as were many German women who
had eaten sparingly the last few years.
Captain Heinz pulled Hilda to her feet.
"Your turn," said the Captain to Hilda as he pulled her to her feet. Hilda
held her arms out so the Captain could finish unbuttoning her blouse and pulling
the material out of the waistband of her skirt. She slowly removed her brassiere
exposing a large pair of breasts that she was obviously very proud of. She
cupped her hands under each tit so the Captain could kiss her nipples.
"Magnificent," murmured the Captain as he kissed her breasts and sucked her
nipples.
Next, Hilda turned her back to the Captain so he could unzip her skirt. She
let the skirt fall to the floor as the Captain took her in his arms and kissed
her passionately. He ground his crotch against her and let out a loud growl.
"I'm like a dog in heat," announced the Captain as he pressed his groin
against Hilda' ample bottom.
"Allow me, Fraulein," said the Captain as he knelt down to pull Hilda's slip
down. The Captain quickly removed Hilda's panties. He turned her backside to
the group and spoke as he ran his hand over Hilda's bottom.
"Is that not a perfect bottom for a German girl? See how it has exactly the
right teardrop shape, just the right amount of curve to make a good German boy
hard?"
"I must agree, it's an excellent rear and a very nice large set of tits. The
Red Army will enjoy them immensely," said Lieutenant Gaston.
"Let's not speak of things like that tonight," said Hilda, "You'll frighten
our little angel. She probably thinks we're very mean as it is. Here, I'll make
a toast," Hilda sat down and raised her glass in a toast.
"I say let's live for the pleasures of this moment. What comes tomorrow,
comes. We women will do what we have to in order to survive. If that means, we
let the Red Army between our legs so be it. But tonight, I'm spreading my legs
for the German army." As Hilda spoke she spread in hers in a V-shape and pulled
her labia apart to expose her vagina.
"Prost," was spoken in unison. Briana took a swallow of cognac and bit into
the cheese and bread the Major handed her. Briana felt a slight buzz in her head
from the alcohol.
"Now your turn, angel, I will help you, a woman should not have to take her
own clothes off the first time she allows a man to see her body," said Major
Betz standing up and pulling Briana to her feet. Briana realized that the Major
was asking her to strip like the other two women. Somehow, she couldn't find the
will to resist.
"Look at her blush," giggled Elise who had taken the Lieutenant's cock out of
his trousers and was stroking it.
"I love the breasts of young German girls, there's nothing more beautiful,"
said Major Betz as he began to fumble with the buttons of Briana's uniform
blouse.
Briana stood quietly as Major Beta removed her blouse. Next he pulled the
camisole over her head. The camisole was a gift from her mother. It was
embroidered with fine Belgium lace.
"How pretty," said Hilda picking up the camisole and examining it after the
Major dropped it to the floor.
The Major turned Briana around to where she was facing the fall. He quickly
unsnapped her brassiere and slipped it over her shoulders allowing it to fall to
the floor.
"Show us," exclaimed Captain Heinz as he massaged one of Hilda's sizeable
breasts.
Briana half expected Major Betz to turn her around but he didn't.
"Yes, Briana, show everyone how beautiful you are, turn around," said the
Major.
Briana slowly turned around resisting the urge the raise her arms and cover
her breasts with her hands.
"You are exquisite, I drink to your beauty," said Captain Heinz obviously
taken with the perfect size and shape of Briana's breasts.
"Look how charming. There's still just the tiny bit of young girl puffiness
about the areola. Turn sideways, Briana so everyone can see," said the Major who
turned Briana so the group was looking at her standing profile, " See right
there, isn't that lovely?" The Major traced his finger over the slight rise that
began a quarter inch before the rose pink of her areola.
"See what a beautiful shade of pink surrounds her nipples." The Major slowly
traced his fingers around Briana's areola then moved his thumbs over her nipples
causing her nipples to harden.
"Virgin or not, you're getting her nipples hard, Major," laughed Lieutenant
Gaston.
"Show us the rest," said the Captain beginning to undress himself with some
help from Hilda.
"Allow me," said the Major. Major Betz unbuttoned her uniform trousers and let
them drop to the floor. Candace had removed her boots when she first arrived.
She placed her hand on the Major's shoulder to steady her as he knelt down so
she could step out of her trousers. The Major didn't hesitate to grab the waste
band of her panties and pull them down.
"An exquisite delta of Venus, come here Briana, I want to see more closely,"
said Lieutenant Gaston who like Captain Heinz had fully undressed. Briana
glanced at their hard cocks. Her experience with male anatomy was limited and
based on pictures not actual viewings. Briana took the few steps to stand
directly in front of Elise and the Lieutenant. Behind her, Briana sensed that
Major Betz was undressing.
"She's made so pretty. See how beautifully she's formed," said Elise leaning
forward to look closely at Briana's sex, "She could be a model."
"Briana, let's drink to this example of the perfection of German womanhood,
your body was made to accept the love of a man," said Lieutenant Gaston.
"Or a woman," said Elise placing her hand on Briana's pubis and slowly moving
her finger across her clitoris. That caused Briana to take a deep breath that
caused a low moan to rise from her throat. Briana realized the bottle of cognac
was still in her hand so she took another swallow.
"Ah, our little angel purrs like a kitten when she's stroked" remarked Captain
Heinz.
"Here, let's show them what will really make you purr," said Elise. Elise
raised herself from a seated position to a kneeling one. She placed her hands on
Briana's buttocks and pulled her pubis to where it touched her face. Briana felt
her body tremble and knees shake as Elise's tongue traced a warm and wet trail
across her clitoris. Briana moaned longer and louder this time.
"More purrs from our kitten, she likes her pussy stroked," laughed Captain
Heinz.
"Turn around and show Hilda your pudenda, Briana," said Elise.
Briana turned her body to Hilda who drew her closer. Hilda used both hands to
part Briana's labia exposing her clitoris. Hilda flicked her clitoris with the
tip of a polished red fingernail. Once again, Briana found herself emitting a
lot moan when her clitoris was stroked.
"Did you ever engage in the Sapphic Arts with your school mates?" asked
Lieutenant Gaston.
"No, That was strictly forbidden. You would be expelled in disgrace if they
caught you making love to another Deutscher Madel," answered Briana.
"Unfortunately, no one is going to expel you from here," laughed Captain
Heinz.
"I would love to see that," said the Major.
"See what, Major?" asked the Captain.
"See Hilda and Elise make love to Briana. Briana, your virginity would not be
compromised. In German folk mythology, the love between women was considered
sacred," said the Major.
Briana looked around her. Everyone including her was now naked. Hilda was
stroking the cocks of both the Captain and the Lieutenant. They were kissing her
breasts. Elise had bent over to suck the large cock of Major Betz. Briana found
herself without the will to resist what's happening. She didn't expect to live
past tomorrow or the day after. Somehow everything she had sworn to uphold
seemed so pointless. The Major interpreted the fact that Briana did not object
as Yes.
"Lay down on your back, Briana. Let Hilda and Elise do the rest," said the
Major with a distinct impression of the authority of his superior rank.
Briana felt almost disembodied as she sunk to first her knees and then onto
her back in the middle of the circle of five. Briana felt two hands grab her
ankles and push her legs further apart. A mouth took one nipple and another
mouth her other. Hands stroked between her legs parting her labia and stroking
the tiny mound of flesh that seemed capable of producing so much pleasure.
A soft tongue flicked the tiny highly sensitive nub of flesh and Briana rose
up and moaned in ecstasy. She knew there was a third mouth on her body but
didn't care. She felt the slight beard stubble of a male jaw on her labia. She
found herself unable to object as the waves of pleasure washed over her body.
"Using your tongue to make love to a woman is an art we French perfected,"
said Lieutenant Gaston. His voice came from a direction only a few inches above
Briana pubis.
"I say leave the muff diving to you French, do you agree Major?" asked Captain
Heinz.
Briana sensed bodies being rearranged. She opened her eyes and looked to one
side where the Captain was taking the Major's large cock into his mouth. The SS
was notorious for its homosexual practices. Briana had wondered whether her
Klaus participated in homosexual sex. The Major was able to reach over to
Captain Heinz's cock and stroke it while the Captain sucked him.
It wasn't long before Briana felt the onrush of her orgasm. Three mouths were
busily pleasuring her body. The three changed positions ever so often. Before
long, Briana felt the long curls of a one of the women tickle her thighs. The
pleasure reminded her of ridding ever-increasing ocean waves at the beach in the
Adriatic where her parents took her on holiday. She would travel along for a
moment only to switch to an even larger and faster wave until at last in a
moment of intense ecstasy she crashed onto the sandy beached and slowly rolled
in the warm shallow surf.
"Watching a young girl reach an orgasm while many mouths are pleasuring her is
so erotic," said Lieutenant Gaston, "I think Briana would not object if we
showed her other pleasures."
"As the senior officer, I claim the honor of being first," said the voice of
Major Betz as Briana felt him climb between her legs. She knew what he was going
to do but she had no desire to resist. What did it matter? She would be dead
tomorrow or the next day.
"Rank has it privileges," said the Captain.
"Our little angel is very wet, but be gentle, it's important a girl has a good
memory of her first time, here let me spread her flower open so she can enjoy
the sensation of being entered by a man for the first time," said Elise.
Briana's skin was covered with a thin film of perspiration. Elise's fingers
pushed her labia back to expose her opening. Elise's fingers pressed inside her
vagina causing her to moan.
"She's ready," whispered Elise.
She felt the Major's hard cock slid between her labia. There was a back and
forth sensation as his cock head rubbed between her clitoris and the opening to
her vagina. The cock head settled in her opening and pushed slightly inside. She
was so wet that the tip of his cock quickly found and settled in the tiny
opening. She could feel the weight of his naked body stretched along hers. His
muscular thighs pressed against hers.
Briana had a strong sense of erotic pleasure as she felt the Major's weight
press down on her. The pleasure was centered on the contact between his muscular
pubic mound with its curly hairs and her clitoris. She rotated her sex upward
then downward anxious to increase the pleasure provided by friction.
"Open you eyes and look at me as I take you, Angel," said the Major. "After
this moment, you will no longer be a virgin."
Briana opened her eyes. The Major's face was only inches away. She could smell
the cognac on his breath. She wrapped her arms around the Major's shoulders and
she shifted the position of her legs to better accommodate what she knew was
going to happen. The soles of her feet met the floor and braced themselves. The
Major's mouth moved to hers and a long passionate kiss followed. His tongue
invaded her mouth and married with hers in a pool of warm saliva.
"Our little Deutscher Madel is anxious to be deflowered," said Lieutenant
Gaston almost solemnly.
Briana inhaled deeply as the Major's cock began its journey. The Major pushed
slowly inside her. Briana had no hymen but it was a cavity unused to the
invasion of a large and hard male member. There was a strong sense of being
stretch in a painful fashion. Briana considered asking the Major to withdraw but
decided to endure the pain a while longer. The girls had been taught at the
school that the first attempts at vaginal intercourse were likely to be painful.
However, for the sake of the thousand years Reich, they were to endure the pain
and even make sure their partner enjoyed having sex with them. Briana commanded
her lower abdomen to relax as she took deep breaths to control the pain.
Finally, the Major's cock reached the depth where she felt his balls touch her
buttocks. Her vagina was conscious of the pressure and even some discomfort but
she found herself wanting more.
"Your virginity is a thing of history," announced the Major as he withdrew his
cock and this time plunged it inward with greater speed and force. Briana
groaned as she felt her cavity expanded by the length and girth of the Major's
cock.
"Thank you, Major," whispered Briana her entire body clinging to the
sensations coming from her sex.
"Excellent, Major, you have taken the virginity of the Angle of Death," said a
drunken Captain Heinz, "I'm going to fuck her next."
"Try to relax, Angel, take a couple of more deep breathes, you will begin to
enjoy Franz's cock in a few more strokes," advised Elise reaching out to massage
Briana's breast.
"She's very warm inside and its holds my cock firmly," said the Major.
The Major began to raise and lower himself vigorously. Briana flexed her long
legs then raised them and rested her ankles on the Major's buttocks. Briana
found herself grunting each time he thrust into her. Her pleasure increased as
his forceful stroking continued. Briana used her locked ankles to leverage
herself upward to meet the Major's downward strokes.
"She learns quickly how to take her pleasure from a man," said Hilda.
"Our angel has tinted her wings crimson with virgin blood," said Lieutenant
Gaston as he reached between the Major's buttocks to dip a finger into the small
trickle of blood that seeped out of Briana's vagina toward her anus. Briana felt
the finger touch her. She watched as the Lieutenant exhibited the red digit for
everyone to see. Then he placed the incarnate finger in his mouth and sucked on
it.
"In the Middle Ages, people believed the blood of virgins had magical powers,"
said the Lieutenant.
The Major tried several different positions including one where Briana's legs
were placed on his shoulders and she bent double as he pounded into her. Her
body adapted and she experienced a slow transition of sensation that moved from
discomfort to intense pleasure. By the end, Briana enjoyed the presence of the
Major inside her and considered the pleasure wonderful but very different from
anything she had experienced before.
"Finally, the Major rose up thrust inside as far as he could reach and
climaxed. He rolled off Candace breathing heavily. Briana felt the Major's
semen slowly trickling out of her vagina.
"See, that didn't hurt so bad. You only bled a drop or two. Your first time
was much easier than mine. Have some more champagne to celebrate?" offered
Hilda. Briana took the bottle and swallowed. Hilda was right. It hadn't hurt
horribly, perhaps a little uncomfortable at first but it felt wonderful for the
most part. She looked down and saw the Major's sperm seeping out her opening.
Curious, she reached down and captured a drop on the tip of her finger then
touched the finger to her lips. It tasted salty.
"And what was your first time, Hilda?" asked Captain Heinz who was lying back
against the wall while Elise sucked his cock.
"My Uncle Reinhardt raped me when I was thirteen," responded Hilda.
"Are you sure, you didn't rape him?" asked Lieutenant Gaston.
"Quite the contrary, my family and my father's brother's were camping at a
lake near our home in Bavaria. My Uncle came into my tent at night, put his hand
over my mouth and took me. He didn't prepare me. He forced himself inside me as
I tried to scream. The next day he bought me presents."
"Did you tell your parents?" asked Elise.
"Yes, I told my mother. She got very angry with me and told me to never speak
of it again. My father worked in a factory owned by his brother."
"What happened afterwards?"
"That night he came back and raped me again. He did it ever night until the
trip ended."
"I suppose we can say your experience with your uncle prepares you for what's
going to happen when Berlin surrenders to the Red Army. Anyway, I'm going next
with our Angel," said Captain Heinz as he climbed on top of Briana.
Briana surprised herself by adjusting her body to accommodate the Captain
without giving it much thought. There was a moment when she asked herself why
she was allowing this to happen. But her mind could not provide a plausible
reason to resist. The Captain's cock easily slipped into her wet hole. While he
fucked her, Briana was surprised to see the Major and Hilda alternating burying
their face in the crack of the Captain's ass. They were taking turns licking his
asshole. Briana had understood that in the final days of the Bunker's defense,
the soldiers seeing their impending death became completely decadent. Nothing
was too immoral or degrading not to be performed.
The Captain sprayed his semen inside her. After a brief respite in which Hilda
had sucked on her clitoris to make her reach an orgasm, Lieutenant Gaston
mounted her. The Lieutenant made her change positions several times. He
positioned her on all fours and took her from the rear.
"Look at that perfect rosebud, "said the Lieutenant touching a moistened
finger to her anus and pushing it inside to the first knuckle.
"Oh, that feels good," exclaimed Briana as her body reacted to that orifice
being penetrated for the first time.
"I believe our Angel has the making of a great courtesan. Most girls her age
would be begging me to take my finger out of her ass," said Marcel.
"No, it feels good, please push it in and out," said Briana experiencing a
wave of pleasure as her anal ring squeezed the Lieutenants finger.
"Marcel, I'll wet her ass so you can use two fingers. Let me kiss it," said
Elise. Briana felt Elise's warm tongue gently lick her anus. Afterwards, the
Lieutenant slipped more fingers in her anus and stroked her butt hole as he
fucked her on all fours. In moments, Briana began to orgasm and unlike the
others, this one only led to another as she climaxed over and over again.
"Apparently, marksmanship is not the only thing our little Angel excels at,"
said Major Betz who had been observing Briana's multiple orgasms while Captain
Heinz and Hilda sucked his cock.
After the Lieutenant climaxed, Briana crawled over to a corner to rest and
watch the others.
Captain Heinz had positioned himself on all fours. Elise was underneath him
sucking his cock. Major Betz was stroking his cock into the Captain's butt hole.
Captain Heinz was grunting each time, the Major pushed inside him.
"Come here, Angel, and I'll teach you how to pleasure a man with your mouth,"
said Hilda who was sucking Lieutenant Gaston's cock. Briana crawled over and
followed Hilda's directions taking the head of Lieutenant Gaston's cock in her
mouth. Hilda showed her how to lick and suck the Lieutenant's scrotum gently
taking one of his gonads in her mouth and massaging it with her tongue. Briana
surprised herself when without hesitating she joined Hilda in licking his
asshole and penetrating it with her fingers. The alternated. One would suck the
Lieutenant's balls or tongue his anus while the other sucked his cock.
"I'm going to cum," said the Lieutenant after they had orally pleasured him
for a period of time.
"You take it in your mouth, Briana, but don't swallow it yet. We'll kiss and
share it," said Hilda.
Briana felt the warm semen drop onto her tongue. She engaged in passionate
kisses with Hilda that turned into a prolonged session where they make love to
each other's sex with their mouths. Briana had her third climax.
Afterwards Briana drank more cognac and ate a tin of beluga caviar the Major
gave her. The lovemaking resumed. Over the next several hours, they had
uninhibited group sex. Briana and the two women engaged in a long session of
lesbian sex as the three officers watched and masturbated. As soon as the three
females climaxed, the officers climbed on them for intercourse in which the men
changed partners every few minutes. At some point, Briana went to sleep nestled
between the Major and Hilda. She could feel the warmth of Hilda's large breasts
against her back.
