3 comments/ 51178 views/ 7 favorites Joy Division Ch. 01 By: jockdom This story is set on the Eastern front during the 2nd World War and portrays some of the barbaric deeds committed by the facist forces in their quest to obliterate the Soviet Union, take the land for their Lebensraum and turn the Slavic "sub humans" into a race of slaves. This is a work of fiction but the levels of inhumanity and wanton cruelty are true, the Joy Division being just one example of this. I would also like to point out that I have no facist sympathies and find all nazi ideology abhorrent. JOY DIVISION Chapter 1 Capture The Train rolled steadily westwards through the vast wheat covered plains of western Russia, towards the front and bloody hell. Natasha a petite 21 year old former student and now corporal in the Soviet Red Army sat on the window seat staring at the passing landscape wondering how quickly her life had changed, only two weeks ago she had been a care free student at University of Moscow in her 3rd year of studying German and German literature. She had inherited her love of Goethe and Schiller from her father who studied in Leipzig before the great war. When Hitler's forces invaded she had been as surprised as most soviet citizens, hadn't comrade Stalin signed a non aggression treaty with the facists? Her Fluent German had drawn the attention of the red army and a week after outbreak of war she and most of her class mates had been enlisted. Her train compartment was full 5, men and her. She still wasn't used to the olive red army uniform with which she had been issued but she must have looked quite cute judging from the stares of her fellow soldiers in the compartment. She would catch one of them ogling her but quickly looked out the window again, her pale freckled face crimson with embarrassment. Her friends had always told her that she was pretty but she always found herself to small and skinny compared to her more voluptuous classmates. She had long raven curls which at the moment she kept in a bun under her army cap which drew more attention to her beautiful blue eyes, blue like the clear April skies after a long cruel Russian winter Her orders where to join Major General Koniev's staff near Minsk and take up her post as wireless operator. Wireless operator was maybe a bit of a unflattering term for her role, her job was to listen into German communications translate them and pass them on to senior officers for analysis. Here she was after two weeks basic training off to join her first posting, she had not even fired a weapon yet! After a while she fell asleep her head resting against the window confused dreams filling her mind. She awoke with a bang as the train crashed on its side and the night erupted with artillery and small arms fire catapulting her through the widow into the dark. Landing on her knees she was stunned and took a few moments to come round again, blinded by the fire which had engulfed the train in which she had slept only a few seconds ago! Around her men were desperately searching for weapons with which they could return fire upon the closing Germans. Even if Natasha had a rifle, she had no idea how to use one, so she decided to help some of the medics treating the many wounded. Luckily her kit bag had been on her lap when she was thrown out of the carriage and she found it after searching the embankment. From it she took the first aid kit and handed it to a medic who muttered "thanks". Even to her military untrained mind the battle seemed to be going badly, the survivors from the train were armed with small arms and a few mortars while the Nazi's had tanks, artillery and more men. It was over after a short with the Russians laying down their weapons and surrendering to the victorious Germans. They were marched westwards through the night, the wounded who were to badly hurt to walk were shot mercilessly and 300 soviet soldiers went into captivity. Natasha was weeping partly through shock, partly because the nasty cuts on her arms and body which she got when she was flung through the train window. The column was herded on its way by gloating German military police, using kicks, rifle butts and curses to ensure steady progress was made towards their destination. In the distance she could see the intense glow of a bright fire which some of her comrades pointed out was Minsk! Dawn was breaking as the column made its way into the outskirts of Minsk or what was left of Minsk! Every where there were signs of the battle that had been fought a short while ago, dead bodies (mainly red army), burning vehicles and ruined buildings. The march ended in a football stadium, that somehow managed to escape the carnage and destruction. Natasha was near collapse she was exhausted and dying of thirst "I must be able to reason with these people!" she thought to her self and approached one of her captors. "Excuse me sir, May we have some water?" She asked in her best high German. The tall blond SS officer looked down at her, "You speak German, commie Bitch?" She nodded meekly dwarved by her captor, "Yes sir, I studied in university." He sneered at her and grabbed her by the arm nearly dislocating her shoulder, "You're coming with me bolshevick cunt and you're going to answer me some questions!" He frogmarched the now crying Natasha through the throng of P.O.W's to the tunnel and into the bowels of the stadium. "Please sir what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered. He opened a door marked Referees changing room and pushed her in, "shut your fucking mouth slav slut, I ask the fucking questions here!" He switched on the light and locked the Door. Her Kit bag he yanked from her shoulder, "what's in here?" he demanded Crying and shacking she sobbed, "Just a change of underwear, my orders, paybook and the complete works of Goethe Sir." He scanned the items that he had deposited on the table (only furniture in the small room apart from a shower in the corner) and said to her in Russian, "I'm educated as well you little whore and I think education is wasted on females, gives you ideas above your station! Woman only serve two purposes to breed and keep men happy! I tell you what I think, I think you are spy now strip so I can search you for evidence!" She could believe what she just had heard and complied unquestioningly, her jacket, shirt, knee high skirt and shoes, till she was before him in just cotton briefs. "Take those pants off and bend over the table slut!" She moved to slowly for him so he strode over to her and ripped the briefs off and pushed her over the table, slapping her little ass several times. "Now stay still bitch or I'm going to cut your fucking throat!" He placed his SS dagger on her throat and used his other hand to force her legs apart, his fingers seeking entry to her tight snatch. Fuck you are tight have you been fucked bitch?" She mumbled something through the tears. Slap on her ass, "answer me cunt are you a fucking virgin?" "No sir I slept with a boy in the first year." He spat on his fingers and forced 2 fingers up her slowly but relentlessly frigging her slit! Natasha was pinned onto the table by this brutal intrusion moaned and groaned as he continued to play with her, his dagger still at her throat! "You're getting wet whore, I'm going to fuck you into submission you commie cunt but first you need a wash I'm not going to fuck a dirty trollop like you!" He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the shower throwing her carelessly to the tiled floor. To be continued Joy Division Ch. 02 Again just to reiterate my statement from chapter one, I don't agree with Nazi ideology and find their views abhorrent, this is just a story! I hope you enjoy it. * The Captain's Plaything Natasha screamed as the ice cold water from the shower hit her and she desperately tried to scramble away from the freezing spray but her struggle was to no avail, his jackboot would kick her back, into the shower, every time she tried. "Oh no you don't, you little red bitch! I'm going to scrub your filthy little hide till you bleed." From some where her Arian tormentor produced a long handled scrubbing brush, which was used to clean football boots and proceeded to scrub her shaking body with it. "Please stop! You are killing me!" She begged. The brush was turned round and blows started to rain down upon her. "I told you to keep your fucking trap shut! You only speak when I fucking tell you to!" Every inch of her body was assaulted by the cruel brush till she was almost unconscious from the cold water and pain. "Get up! Now I'm going to show you how we Germans do things!" He grabbed her long raven hair and dragged her screaming back to the table, forcing her upon her back legs spread. He quickly stripped and moved between her legs pulling them so that only her upper body rested on the wood. Frantically Natasha tried to close her legs but it was too late as he loomed menacingly above her. She gasped at the size of his prick, much bigger than the one of her only other sexual partner. She tried to kick her legs free from his grasp but he gripped her thighs like a vice digging his nails into soft flesh, making her scream in agony. "You've got a little fight left in you, you skinny little runt! Good I shall enjoy knocking it out of you. By the end of the week you'll heel at my side like a bitch mark my fucking words." His now rampant cock was moving towards her wide open pink slit. He looked down into her eyes smiling mockingly, as if to say "You belong to me and there is nothing you can do about it!" The head of his member nudged her entrance and forced it self into her, again she screamed cursing him in Russian. Her Little fists were trying to beat his hands away. "That's it bitch keep on fighting me, it just makes me harder!" An inch of his meat was now in her. "Arghhh it hurts please stop!" Another thrust and half his tool was now embedded in her and her legs ceased their futile struggle, giving him a chance to knock her hands away granting him access to her little breasts. "Such tiny tits whore but your nipples are like acorns." He began squeezing and rolling her bud between his callous fingers. Then he pulled at it savagely as if he was trying to pull it of her breast, she squealed like a banshee as he forced his cock into her to the hilt! He groaned, "Fuck you are tight, you need broken in like a filly!" She spat in his face! "You will never break me you Fascist dog!" Where her defiance came from Natasha did not know but she regretted it almost instantly as his hand slapped her cheek stunning her. His tool almost withdrew out of her before plunging back into her pinning the little Russian onto the table, like a butterfly on the collectors pin. Building up momentum he fucked her with increasing fury, biting her neck forcing her to moan. She shut her eyes trying to block out her ordeal out of her mind but he wouldn't grant her even this little victory, snarling into her ear he ordered her to open her eyes. Through her tears she could notice his face change as the pace of his thrusts quickened sweat dripping from him as he came in her. He withdrew his member and cleaned it on her skirt and took the rest of her clothes from the floor. "You won't be needing these any more Slav slut I'm going to keep you naked ready to be fucked any time I desire it!" He dressed quickly and strode to the door and opened it switching of the light. "When I come back the light better not be on or I'll flay you alive!" The door slammed shut and her world plunged into darkness. Natasha lay on the table in the dark weeping as his seed dripped out of her. How long she lay there she did not know but she was getting thirstier by the minute and decided to get off the table and crawl over to the shower where she lapped at the puddle of water like a dog. She fell asleep there naked, scared and alone. She awoke with a start as the door was opened and the light was switched on. "Rise and shine commie bitch time for breakfast." He strode over to her side and placed a stainless steel dog bowl at her side. Natasha got up on her knees and looked at the bowl. In it was a greyish kind of porridge/gruel which did not look very appetising but hunger is the best cook (Old Russian saying) so she put her fingers towards the food. She didn't get very far as his shining jack boot kicked her in the side. "Eat like the dog you are no fucking hands!" Gingerly she bent down towards the food and began to lap at it finding it surprisingly tasty and before she knew what happened she was licking the bowl clean. "Good little bitch, we'll have to fatten you up a bit. Now get back onto the table so I can have another shot at your pretty little Slav body!" At this she screamed and tried to make a run for the open door but he was too quick for her and grabbed her slender waist lifting her kicking feet off the floor and carried her to the table. "Please not again! I am a prisoner of war you can't do this to me!" He threw her belly first onto the table like a sack of potatoes and slapped her ass hard leaving a scarlet hand imprinted on it. "You have no rights bitch you are a spy and are lucky I don't have you frogmarched outside and hanged from the nearest lamppost!" She had no opportunity to protest as he deftly tied her to the table by her arms and legs leaving her immobile with her ass in the air. "Enough of this insolence I have to teach you who is in charge! Wait here I'll be back in a jiffy." The door slammed behind her leaving Natasha stewing with her thoughts. Her tears were falling onto the table and the rough ropes where hurting her. "Please make this stop any minute now I will wake up and this will have been just a nightmare!" She thought to her self. The door opened again and she heard footsteps behind her but could not see what was going on. "Now we are going to knock some of this fight out of you and show you what is in store for you when you get back to the Reich." She heard a whooshing noise but did not know what it was as he continued to talk. "I'm going to brand you with the mark of the SS, so that you never forget who you belong to for the rest of your miserable life whore!" And then there was agonising pain and her world went black. To be continued... Joy Division Ch. 03 Once again before I start the next part of this tale let me reiterate that I have no sympathy for the fascist cause and find Nazi ideals abhorrent. This is just a story! I hope you enjoy it! * Broken The truck slowly rolled its way down the muddy, rutted country track towards the Castle set in the dark forest somewhere in northern Germany. Its cargo safely stored, under canvas, away from prying eyes. There were fine French wines, Cigars, Vodka, Caviar, sides of Beef and Ham, Swiss chocolate and all sorts of luxuries meant for the stores of SS headquarters Teutonen Burg. Also in the back of the lorry was a wooden crate filled with straw all the way from the eastern front and in this crate was the heroine of this tale Natasha, the former Red Army corporal now a branded slave of the SS. It had only been two weeks since her capture but her life had changed for ever. First she had been raped and humiliated by the sadistic SS Captain who then cruelly branded her. When she woke after the branding, tied to a hospital bed in her little window less cell, she cried for hours. Her ass was throbbing where the white hot metal had scarred her pale tender skin and marked her for life! Mercifully he gave her body a rest, her captor was just content with tormenting her with talk about what lay in store for her. Her long raven locks had been cut to a short bob during her unconsciousness to show off the tight black leather collar which now adorned her slender, pale neck. The pain on her backside abated a bit, but was replaced by an incessant itching which she could not scratch. The Captain would untie her from the bed every few hours and lead her to a bucket were he made her relive herself, blushing before her captor. On her first visit to the make shift commode Natasha got her first glimpse at the still angry red SS brand and gasped at the 2 by 2 inch rune embossed on her butt! She tried to touch it but received a swift slap on the check for her troubles and was told to leave it alone or her other ass check would get branded too. Showers were not offered but the sadistic Nazi took great delight in giving her a daily sponge bath, using this opportunity to play with the small woman's privates. Then he would spoon feed her soup and rice pudding, treating her like the little girl she was beginning to feel. He did not beat Natasha unless she disobeyed him and treated the Russian like a naughty schoolgirl rather than a P.O.W. Escape was impossible, the room was windowless, the only exit was bolted from the outside. When left alone in the room, she was tied to the bed on her belly with her arms secured to the metal headrest. There was no way the petite girl could overpower the larger, stronger and fitter German. Her fear prevented her from even attempting it. On the 3rd day after her branding Natasha was given her first taste of fresh air since her capture. She was given "clothes", a short white linen smock which barely covered her ass and when caught by a gust of wind left little to the imagination. Her hands were tied in front of her and a leash was attached to her leather collar. Thus the German paraded his new charge in front of the 1000's of P.O.W's assembled behind the barbed wire fence on the pitch. They walked a whole circuit of the running track that surrounded the football field. Natasha's head was bowed in shame as she followed 6ft behind him on the leash, wolf whistles from her compatriots ringing in her ears. By the end of the lap the humiliation was too much for the young woman and she burst into tears as she was led back to her cell. Once inside her hands were untied and the smock removed. Naked again her leash was untied. This time she wasn't strapped to the bed but mittens were tied tightly to her hands, to prevent her from scratching the scabs of the brand on her rear. A bowl of soup was placed on the floor before her, which she was instructed to eat like a bitch as her tormentor looked on, big grin on his cruel face. The same process was repeated the next day make up was applied on her by an obviously frightened Russian civilian female who followed the Captains orders to the letter. Natasha who had only worn a little of the stuff before and felt like a cheap whore as she looked into the mirror placed in front of her. Instead of being bare foot, like the day before, her fellow Russian put a pair of black leather stilettos on her which gave the 5ft captive an extra 3 inches but made it very hard for her to walk she had never owned a pair of high heels before. Again she was dressed in the smock, hands tethered in front of her and the leash attached to her collar. This time her walk of shame was far worse than the previous day as she struggled to follow her master unused to her footwear and she was sent sprawling onto the red sand of the track, exposing her ass and showing her brand for all to see! Her former comrades teased her mercilessly from behind the barbed wire. They called her German whore, collaborator and asked her if she enjoyed betraying the mother land for a German sausage! Through her tears of humiliation she tried to explain to them that she was here against her will and that she had been raped but her handler pulled her leash and forced her to her feet and move on. She fell several more times before she completed her walk, covered in red sand, sweat and tears of shame. Instead of being taken back to her cell, the Captain took her to a different door marked "Home Team". He unbolted the door untied her Leash and shoved her in Natasha tried to take in her surroundings through the dim light but didn't notice a figure to her side grabbing her roughly around her waist and lifting her off the ground. She squealed and screamed to be released but her assailant paid no heed to her protests. The light was switched on and the petite girl saw the contents of the changing room. 3 men in olive Red Army uniforms were leering at her, she recognised one of them as the young soldier who was staring at her back in the train compartment he couldn't have been much older than eighteen but his eyes betrayed the lust of a hardened man. Beside him a little tartar and a huge black haired giant who was literally drooling as he looked her over like she was his dinner. The man holding her she could not see but he smelled like he hadn't bathed in several months and made her feel sick. The youngster from the train and brutally ripped off her smock and slapped her in the face. "Not so high and mighty now are you bitch? Thought that you were too good for me back in the train didn't you?" She shook her head vehemently, "please don't do this comrade I beg you!" Another slap and he thrust his hand between her legs. "You are no comrade of mine, you are a whore for the Germans! Uri put the slut on the floor and let's see her suck some good soviet cock!" She was dumped on the floor and slapped onto her knees all the while her compatriots were cruelly abusing her body and insulting her without respite. The teen undid his trousers and stood before her. "Now you better make this good or I'll make you wish you were never born!" Natasha already wished she wasn't born but she didn't want to get hurt any more so gingerly moved towards his semi erect prick not being sure what do she moved to slowly for him. To be continued... Joy Division Ch. 04 Chapter Four: Property of the SS Once again let me reiterate that I have no Nazi sympathies and find the fascist cause abhorrent. This is just a story! Enjoy. After she sucked her young tormentor and he came in her face she had to satisfy the others as well nearly gagging at the Tartars smell. She was caked in dried and drying jizz and sobbing at their feet but her fellow countrymen still had plans for Natasha and slapped her onto all fours, cursing her all names under the sun. The youngster once again took his turn first, roughly mounting her like a bitch with no fore play or no concern about the hurt his dick caused her dry cunt. It was over quickly as he shot his load up her. The next two were easier since she was lubricated with spunk. The tartar had other ideas though! She felt his spit run down the crack of her ass where his dirty fingers massaged his phlegm into her tight ass hole. The petite girl tried to protest but was silenced with a slap to her face from one of the others who were standing before her laughing and joking at her plight. The tartar pressed the head of his short but fat cock into the entrance of her virgin arse hole. The teen from the train squatted down in front of her so that he could look into her eyes as she was getting violated. "You're liking this aren't you, you little whore!" She shook her head tears streaming down her sperm encrusted face biting her lower lip because the pain and humiliation. The tartar was now half way up her back passage and grunting with each millimetre he forced into her. "Fuck this bitch has a tight arse I think I'm the first man to have his cock up there!" The youngster in front of her grinned at her, "That true cunt? Nobody ever ass fucked you before now?" She shook her head meekly and tried to avoid his questioning glare. "Well we better break you in for our German hosts as a sign of our goodwill." With an almighty push the tartar imbedded him self deep into her forcing her to scream in agony! She felt like she was split in half, panting like a dog trying to wiggle free from his vice like grip but it was futile; she was pinned down by the stocky Tartar. He quickened his pace, sweat pouring from him onto her, pumping, grinding as he came deep into her bowels. He with drew his member from her aching hole and moved in front of her ordering her to clean his cock with her mouth. Natasha looked at the slimy filthy cock with revulsion refusing to open her mouth. The Tartar impatient with her refusal to comply slapped her face several times leaving her no choice but to obey. As she licked and sucked the dirty member in front of her another cock filled her ass and began buggering her. Sometime during her ordeal she passed out and sweet oblivion engulfed her. Natasha woke up with a start as the door was noisily opened, the changing room was empty bar her and she wondered where her fellow country men had gone too. She wasn't given much time to ponder the whereabouts of her compatriots as the SS Captain strode over towards her. "Look at the state of you! You fucking Bolshevik whore!" She had to agree, she was a state lying face down on the concrete floor, ass sticking into the air, covered in sweat, cum and semen also dribbling out of her every orifice. "We better get you cleaned up bitch, there's no way I'm going to show you to my superiors like this!" He grabbed her roughly by the collar and dragged her to the showers. "Please you are hurting me!" She pleaded "Shut up Slut! What have I told you about speaking without permission?" His black leather gloved hand slapped her branded ass cheek causing her to yelp in pain. "Sorry." She cowered Another slap, "You shall call me Sir when ever you talk to me is that understood?" "Yes Sir." She meekly replied tears streaming down her filthy face. The tall blonde Captain forced her under one of the shower head and switched on the water. It was almost scalding hot and made Natasha squealed in agony but the captain just grinned down at her and took the long scrubbing brush and began to clean the sobbing girl. She was almost scarlet by the time he had finished and attached the leash to her collar. Thus naked he led her back towards the playing field. "Now we are going to see my superiors, I want you on your best behaviour understood?" "Yes Sir." They exited into the bright sunlight and now empty stadium. Well not quite empty, at the far end of the pitch were four posts, to which four Russian soldiers were tied to. The captain led his naked charge to the posts. As they approached the four figures Natasha let out a gasp, they were the four men who had abused her the night before! "That's right my little Ruskie whore, these are you gentlemen friends from last night. It was nice of you to show these wretched communist scum, a good time before we're going to shoot them!" She did not know what to think, naked on a leash, she despised these men for violating her but she didn't want them shot! 8 SS men entered the stadium followed by 2 senior officers. The two officers approached The Captain and his charge, the Captain saluting smartly. "That the one you've been talking about Schmidt?" The smaller and fatter one of the two asked. "Yes Herr Major that's the one!" "She's not got much up top, but a nice peachy ass!" The other officer observed. Being talked about like a piece of meat caused Natasha to blush and look down at her naked feet. "Give me the leash Captain while you command this execution squad! I want to examine this little Slav bitch a little bit closer see if she suits our purposes." The captain handed her over to the fat Major and left to attend the firing squad. The Major grinned at her menacingly as he ordered her to his side and to spread her legs. She obeyed without question as the little Fat major inserted his fingers between her legs, blushing furiously! "My oh my, you are a pretty skinny little thing aren't you?" His free hand started to play with her nipple, squeezing and pinching it remorselessly. "You'll make a fine addition to the Joy Division little thing, you will serve your German masters or the same fate as those 4 wretched fellows over there awaits you." To be continued...