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Female Victims in War


DESCRIPTION: True Historical Account of Russian Allied Forces "Crimes against
German Women" during Second World War:- verified eyewitness accounts. No
copyright infringements.

INTRODUCTION.

There has been much worthy research concerning past Nazi war crimes. Eyewitness
reports have been documented, verified and often used in the legal pursuit of
ageing Nazi war criminals.

It is important that "The Truth Will Out". With genocide in Bosnia, Rwanda and
Kosovo we can see that this is a contemporary issue.

Terrible things do happen in wars; there is always a dehumanization process. It
is felt that your typical "War Criminal" expects little or no ill consequences
for himself as a result of his barbarism. Unfortunately, with the relative
impotence of UN forces and the War Crimes Tribunals, there is little likelihood
that consequential punishment will deter such crimes.

Both sides in a war are capable of the very worst barbarism. Rather poorly
highlighted (perhaps understandably so) were the well-documented atrocities
committed by the Allied forces as they surged into Germany in 1944/1945. The
worst perpetrators would appear to have been the Russians. They had suffered
terribly at the hands of the Germans and were committed to exact revenge. The
primary sufferers were the German civilian population, in particular, the
women. Rape and frequently murder, were universal.

I have been writing erotic stories (under a different nom-de-plume) for a few
years now - my underlying theme has generally been that of an evolving
situation bringing humiliation and mental anguish to a busty woman. This would
usually result in some non-consensual (but not violent) sexual interaction.

However, my manual literary searches for true incidences of female
victimization have led me to these ultimate horrors.

My rather dark fantasies are just that: FANTASIES. I am strongly against any
criminal violence. Nevertheless, the following (and other) eyewitness accounts
of real life terror have made me question my right to such fantasy.

I shall let you decide.

I have quoted (in places abbreviated) two reports that were well reported and
corroborated in German literature. Although not filed together, they appear to
relate to the same group of events. The eyewitnesses would seem to be unknown
to each other, but both were spared their lives as they qualified as Allied
Nation citizens. In fact, the Russian perpetrators of the crimes appear to
revel in acquiring witnesses. Thus they could be seen to enact humiliating and
cruel revenge on the German populous.

I should say that on initial reading of these accounts, I was both shocked and
titillated; the preoccupation with breast-torture almost fascinated me.
However, titillation is a transient thing: - I read and re-read these passages:
paragraph by paragraph, the awful truth burst out from flat paper like a fist
to my throat; more than just a wake up call.

Alexander Solzhenitzen: "For three weeks the war had been going on inside
Germany and all of us knew that if the girls were German they could be raped
and then shot. This was almost a combat distinction."

Eyewitness Account by Leonora Geier (Brazilian born) part of which appeared in
Deutsche Nationalzeitung:

On the morning of February 16, 1945, a Russian detachment occupied thread camp
near Neustettin. We were about 500 girls of the RAD (German Labor Service). The
Commissar told me in good German language that we would be transported to a
collection camp. Since I, as a Brazilian citizen, belonged to an Allied nation,
he asked me to take over as leader of the transport that went to Neustettin-the
destination being the yard of the Iron Foundry.

Suddenly I heard loud screams, and promptly, 5 girls were brought in by 2 Red
Armists. The Commissar ordered them to undress. They were then brought through
the yard to the factory kitchen-completely cleared out except for some tables
along the window wall. It was dreadfully cold and the unfortunate girls
trembled.

The Commissar then directed me to watch how one makes "sissies out of the
master-race". Now 2 Poles, clad in trousers only, entered the room. At their
sight the girls cried out. Briskly they seized the first of the 5 girls and
bent her over with her back over the edge of the table until her joints
cracked. I almost fainted when one of the men pulled his knife and cut off her
right breast in the presence of the other girls. I have never heard a human
being scream as desperately as this young woman.

After this "operation" both men stabbed her several times in the abdomen,
accompanied by the howling of the Russians.

The Poles became more cruel every time and a blood rage seized the Russians.
When my legs failed me I was forced into a chair. The Commissar constantly
watched me to make sure I was looking toward the torture scenes.

It was always the same; the begging for mercy, the high-pitched scream when
their breasts were cut and their genitals mutilated. Several times the
slaughter was interrupted to sweep out the blood and to clear away the corpses.
In the yard they liquidated entire groups of girls AFTER they had selected the
prettiest ones for the torture room. It was a sad fact that not one of the
girls brought into the torture room lost consciousness (until the very end).

That afternoon I sank into a severe nerve fever and was removed from the
kitchen. As the torture of the RAD girls abated, local residents, workers and
hospital staff were led into the courtyard as prisoners. Here they were issued
with destination tags for the onward transportation process.

However more feverish bloodlust returned that afternoon once the prettiest of
the local females (nurses mostly) had been selected for further torture.

Although I was by then outside the kitchen, the Russians had obtained yet more
"neutral observers" for that duty. I do know that of this handful of girls,
most were hanged and gutted. One extremely huge-breasted little girl underwent
a very prolonged rape and torture process, culminating in a public "de-
breasting" in the courtyard. I understand that the Russians later ate her
breasts.

I lack any recollection from that afternoon until the moment I woke in a
military hospital- German troops had recaptured Neustettin temporarily, and had
thus liberated us. As I learned later, approximately 2000 girls were murdered
during the first three days of the Russian Occupation.

(End of abbreviated account).

The above account merges accurately with the following report submitted in 1946
by Ms Maria Katczinsky, a Matron in the Catholic Neustrettin Hospital.

She was Polish born, and so, like the previous eyewitness, was spared her life.
She was, however, imprisoned in a Soviet Camp for 6 months, during which time
her husband died.

The following account is more graphic and horrific than the last, but it is the
true report of a senior nurse, who was forced to watch the brutal methodical
torture of a young female hospital-worker. This girl was Eva Berger, a young
nursing mother; she was well known to Ms Katczinsky.

I was petrified. I felt sick, fearful and trapped. I anticipated being beaten
or shot at any point. Yet still the Russian Commissar demanded that I watched
them gain "their revenge". He actually wanted witnesses; in fact, he demanded
it! He kept looking over to me and shouting, "sweet revenge!"

I then heard a huge uproar, as a hoard of Russian troops, including 2 officers,
dragged in another victim. It was obvious that they were all very excited about
this girl. In fact, it took the Commissar himself to break up the chaos.

In my duty as "corpse-remover" and forced witness, I had not recognized the
previous 3 girls (they had been selected for their beauty, then raped and their
abdomens slashed open as they were hanged). However, this girl I did know.

It was little Eva Berger, a blonde girl of no more than 20 years, who worked in
our hospital accounts room. I remember having to request that she leave her
original post as student-nurse because she was physically not capable of a
nurse's job. However, I remember her as very polite, kind and gentle, and so I
negotiated her transfer to accounts. She had been married to Stefan only 1 year
earlier, but he had died while serving in Italy (4-5 months before, I think).

She was now nursing their baby of only a few weeks. Eva was tiny, barely 5 ft
in height, and very, very shy. She had an extraordinary squeaky voice, which I
think further added to her self-consciousness.

With a cute little face and huge blue eyes, she was definitely pretty, but it
was her truly enormous bust-line that got her noticed. She had long been teased
over the freakish size of her breasts. ...And now she was nursing!

I tell you these details because I did know the girl. She would appear to have
no remaining relatives now (baby presumed dead), so I would like to document
something confirming her existence; that is, until her horrific murder.

Now the soldiers had their most exciting trophy. The horde crowded in on Eva,
salivating over her impossible figure, impatient to rape her. Her baby was
nowhere to be seen.

The commissar ordered her to strip naked... the roof almost came down from the
troopers uproar, as Eva's ridiculous breasts spilled out from her nursing
garment. Two soldiers (I believe they were Polish) grabbed Eva, who was now
naked, and tied her hands behind her back. Her big eyes darted helplessly over
to me; she looked at me with nothing other than a face of sheer terror.

The Commissar now approached Eva. Now exposed and vulnerable, her giant milk-
laden breasts hung down to her groin! With the squeakiest voice, Eva attempted
to speak, "Hello, my name is Eva Berger, I work in the hospital here. Please,
PLEASE can I have my little baby back! Please!"

The commissar stood over her, but did not answer her. Instead he sneeringly
began comparing her to a cow. "Well, do you eat grass?"; " Where is your
bell?"; "Do you feed the entire town?"; "Do you like playing with your
udders?"; "Would you like us to tug on your udders?"; "Are your teats
sensitive?". There was much more like this for a while, each comment being
received with gleeful cheers. It was typical of Eva that she actually tried,
meekly, to answer his wicked questions.

Then the Commissar's face took on a more evil look, and the background laughter
eased a little.

"Can you guess what we are going to do with you?" he said menacingly. Eva
gasped. "Can you imagine what we are going to do to those breasts?!!"

Uproar from the surrounding ranks. Eva was breaking down; tears were flooding,
and after a series of little squeals, she began pleading to him.

"Oh no please don't hurt me, please don't, please; I beg you!"

SLAP!! He hit her once only, then leaned down to her tearful face and boomed
out his intended plans for her, "You are now going to be raped, both front and
back, then your fat breasts will be milked, tortured and finally cut off ! -
and we're all going to eat them ....... there's certainly enough tit to go
around!!"

He then seized her bosoms fiercely, causing a loud squeal from Eva, and soon
came the first spurts of her breast-milk. He viciously milked one huge gland
with both hands, while more Red Army officers attacked the other. Milk was now
splashing everywhere. Eva was now sobbing and squeaking freely, as yet more
assailants closed in on her: a mass of frantic hands mauling her lush breast-
flesh.

Soon her small frame was being repeatedly raped, then sodomized. Her bosoms
were milked, punched, stretched and chewed. She was forced to breast-feed her
assailants as they raped her!! At one point, there was a soldier raping her,
two more biting and sucking on her bosoms and another roughly kissing her!!

As the raping frenzy was dying down, there was a slight hiatus, during which
time, I could hear little sobs and squeaks from Eva, who lay curled on a long
table, blood all round her genitals , and literally an ocean of milk everywhere
else.

However, within minutes the Russians fascination with Eva's breasts returned.
They were so staggered by their size that they spent quite some time getting
equipment in order to weigh and measure them! On finding each gland to weigh
over a stone they were ecstatic. They were claiming world records and even
perversely congratulated Eva.

However their less malevolent glee soon gave way to a stronger desire to really
hurt those bosoms........

The subsequent breast-torture went on for a couple of hours ; this included
whips, pins and electric shocks to her rather tiny nipples - these were
delivered via the most frightening pair of jagged clasps. She was then
subjected to a public humiliation in the courtyard - with hands tied behind her
back, she was encouraged by whip and bayonet to "run" naked around the square
in front of the imprisoned crowd. As she waddled as fast as she could, her
colossal swinging bosoms were pricked and stabbed by bayonet, milk still
dribbling from her nipples.

Finally she was halted and forced to simultaneously breastfeed 2 prisoners (a
councilor's wife and her teenage son). In turn, these two were forced, at
gunpoint, to bite down, chew off and swallow Eva's sensitive little nipples.
Poor Eva squeaked and squeaked like a tortured mouse throughout this horrific
ordeal.

With her bosoms now bleeding, the two Polish soldiers dragged Eva to the center
of the yard and held her standing in a neck-lock as 2 Russian officers
menacingly approached, brandishing big knives before her terrified face.

They both placed the points of these knives just into the wounded tips of Eva's
breasts. She jumped, twitched and gasped but could not get away from the sharp
points. After a deliberate pause, they slowly pushed the blades right into her
soft bosoms; they then withdrew them with a gush of blood and suddenly forced
their erect penises into the wounds. With a mammary squeezed between both
hands, each subsequent cruel thrust met with another mouse-like squeal,
something which obviously increased their vigor.

As they stared lustfully at her terrified little face, the brutes climaxed
inside her warm breasts. They then withdrew "triumphantly".

However, just as these two stepped away, the Polish men decided that they too
should have some fun. They bent Eva forward at the waist, thus causing her
heavy chest to dangle vulnerably. They then started shaking her little body
quite violently-thus making those breasts swing about wildly, inevitably
resulting in great slapping collisions. Over Eva's whimpers, the Poles laughed
uncontrollably. In this position, her vulnerable glands were not safe for long.

Two great hulks that were middle-aged Russian officers, came forward to begin
kicking at those sensitive pendulous targets. Rapidly tiring of this, they too
unsheathed their knives...these were indeed massive blades!

In her flexed position the Poles jerked Eva's head back up by her hair - she
now looked directly at her slayers. The monsters brandished their gleaming
weapons before her eyes. All of us in the courtyard were sickly shocked as we
heard these brutes inform Eva that they were about to slice off her "fat
udders".

"We have to put on a good show for the crowd, now don't we?", they teased.

"So we'll have to do it slowly, right?" "Now we want really loud screams from
you girl, no little yelps and squeals." "And we'd really like to see those bags
leaking milk as we go" . "What do you say to that, you big-titted freak?!!"

Their taunts got ruder and extremely vile. They said they would "fuck her with
a knife" once her breasts were in a bucket. They proceeded to jab her bosoms
with the knives, a process which resulted in new dribbles of breast-milk.
Voicing their astonishment that she could still keep lactating, the Russian
officers began brutally kneading her tortured mammaries-now milking her as
"their cow"-bursting streams of Eva's milk sprayed out over them and also to
the ground where it became pink with her dripping blood.

"Cut her tits off, cut her tits off!", the onlooking hoard of soldiers cried.
Eva's torturers responded.

"Yes! Yes!...TIME TO CUT THEM OFF!!" they announced. A huge roar of approval
resulted, followed by an expectant hush.

Lust was etched on many a face; many trousers had been unfastened, and several
more followed in a flurry. The brutal truth is that a swathe of erect penises
were being stroked as eyes fixed on the victims terrified face, the big
gleaming knives and of course, those impossibly huge mammaries, now dangling
below Eva's knees in this flexed position. Even still they were pumping out
milk.

Two large buckets were placed under her torso, but her breasts were hanging
well into them, so this decision was reversed at the crowd's request-they
wanted to see her entire bust with milk dribbling!!

The two beasts placed their knives under her fat breasts. With their free hands
they briefly massaged the glands in order to strengthen the milk flow for the
moment of cutting. The two poles continued to hold Eva still, though her little
legs were trembling violently. She could obviously feel the sharp edges to the
knives under her mammaries, and was twitching a lot, trying to get up on
tiptoes to escape the blade, but she was restrained with ease. The 2 Russians
started a countdown!

...10....9.....8....

As she trembled uncontrollably, Eva's huge frightened eyes searched around
desperately looking for compassion. She squeaked out, "Please, please, no not
my breasts, please don't cut my breasts, please, pl", she let out a gasp as the
cutting began.

Eva let out a gasp as the cutting began. Slow, deliberate slicing actions;
still she dribbled milk, but now blood also; another slice into her and yet
more blood, now streaming from her breast-meat. The Poles had her head tugged
back to face her lustful butchers. Ignoring her tears these brutes looked right
into her eyes, and one exclaimed, "How does it feel bitch!, We're cutting,
cutting your tits off!! LOOK!! God they're HUGE..........but they're coming
off!!"

The poles released Eva's head, and she looked down, in painful terror, at the
continuing slicing strokes of the knives, as they advanced through her bosoms.

"Nice and slow, that's the way", shouted the onlooking Commissar. Now each
stroke was met with a shrill squeak from Eva - it was starting to really
hurt....another stroke, another squeak.......she was staring wide-eyed and
blankly in front of her, but if she could focus, she would be witnessing a
synchronized array of ejaculations towards her. This unbelievable torture
process took a deliberate 45 seconds or so.

With an anguished gasp from Eva, they finally sliced right through her, the
heavy mammaries flopping to the stone surface with a "TITS AWAY!!" cry from the
two butchers.

As blood spurted in rivers from Eva's de-breasted torso, the poles disguarded
their victim. She fell backwards onto the stony floor, hands trapped behind
her, her legs wriggling weakly. Meanwhile the two officers each picked up a
huge severed breast, and in both hands paraded them round the yard, one even
taking a bite of the meat, thus bloodying his face.

They then dumped her breasts in a big bucket, shouting, "Dinner Is Served!!".

Many of the terrified prisoners were vomiting and crying, but the cruelty
couldn't stop there. Eva was surely dying but we could just hear her
pathetically polite squeaks; "Oh dear, oh dear, help me please, oh dear".

The two Polish men returned to her frail form and proceeded to stretch her
thighs as wide as possible. She was brutally kicked twice between her
outstretched legs, and then her vulva teased with the tip of a wide blade. This
was able to elicit more little squeaks, but then one man plunged the blade deep
into her vagina, right to the hilt. To their obvious delight, this produced the
most anguished screech yet. The blade was slowly pumped in and out of her
little body, and still her weakened squeals continued.... until that is, the
other Pole pulled Eva's head back and placed a knife to her throat. Despite her
pleads of "No, No, please!", he eagerly ripped right through her little neck
and cut off her head.

I believe that the Russians did consume Eva's breasts that evening, and also
that a camera had earlier been obtained. They had apparently got still
photographs of Eva's entire ordeal. One officer gloated that if they developed
OK, he could make a fortune in private sales.

My report of events is accurate. I make no apologies for my intensive
descriptions, especially of Eva's physical torment. The descriptions of the
other girls' suffering, though accurate and vivid, are no doubt less personally
detailed.

This is because I did not know them; but Eva I did know, once a young charge of
mine in the hospital wards. I describe her vulnerable body in soft sensitive
tones, because that is how she was - in mind and body.

I remain with the sad memory of a gentle, timid girl, of freakish bodily
proportions, who was subjected to the most brutal prolonged death: all because
of the size of her breasts!

(END)

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