LLP-133 Nazi Joy Camp by Eric Jurgens


Chapter 1


Ruth lay crumpled on the narrow planking and cried until it felt as 
though her heart would break. Her whole young body shivered and 
convulsed with the pain that throbbed throughout her. The semen of the 
young war lords of Hitler's Third Reich oozed from between her bruised 
thighs and from the corners of her full, aching lips. Her emotions were 
spent and her soul bruised. She wanted to hate but that would require 
too much from her. She simply lay as still as possible and let the pain 
and shame slowly drain from her body. She could not help but think, 
however, of all the horrible and obscene things she had been so 
suddenly subjected too.

Ruth was sixteen years old. She had been arrested and catalogued and 
interned in the oldest prison in Vienna when she returned there upon 
her father's supposed summons. She had been a happy, dreamy little 
school girl in Switzerland unable to believe all the nonsense that was 
said about her country, Germany, until now. Even the events since her 
arrest and detention were as nothing compared to what she had been 
through this very morning.

Ruth had been awakened at five o'clock. The woman in charge of her 
section, Frau Moelar, a huge woman who weighed close to 300 pounds and 
didn't appear to be fat, said, "Up! Los, los. It is your day. You must 
prepare yourself."

Ruth had been directed to the cold water shower and then had been made 
to rub her body until it stung from roughness of the heavy towel. Her 
hair had been cut short the first week she had entered the prison and 
therefore required little care from her. She just dried it and ran a 
comb through it. She was given a heavy gown to cover her young body and 
was then led to a long plank table and directed to eat. There wasn't a 
great deal for her to eat. She had been famished but the Frau Moelar 
had told her that she would be sufficiently nourished with the juice 
and hot weak tea that was ready for her. She devoured it, then hugged 
her arms around her body to keep warm.

Ruth had waited one hour. Then Frau Moelar had taken her arm and led 
her down the corridor to the whitest, most sterile looking room she had 
ever seen. It looked Just like a hospital room, an operating room, 
which indeed it was. She was made to sit on a cold metal bench with 
four other girls, all about her age, all dressed as she was, and wait. 
Shortly a nurse entered and greeted them in a cheery voice and injected 
each of them with kind of serum, using an extra long needle, on the 
upper arm.

Ruth was the second girl on the bench. That is, there was one girl, 
with raven black hair, sitting to the left of her, then three others on 
her right. She looked at the table in the center of the room and tried 
to figure out just bow it would be used and just what was to happen to 
all of them. Her body grew numb from the injection as she sat with the 
rest of the girls and did not speak one word since she had been warned 
not to.


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