Chapter 49 - Russian Rape
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Briana's internal clock awakened her at exactly 5:30AM. Her head was pounding
and she had to fight off successive waves of nausea. The memory of what she had
done last night almost overwhelmed her.
I'm no better than the others thought Briana thinking of how she had condemned
the young German girls walking drunkenly through the bunker's corridors. I
allowed myself to be seduced and engaged in sexual activities forbidden to a
Deutscher Madel. I will die today in defense of the Reich so it does not matter.
Nothing really matters decided Briana as once again she steeled herself to
perform as a sniper.
Everyone else was still asleep. She managed to find her uniform in the pile of
clothes and dresses. She stuffed some of the leftover cheese and bread in her
pocket. She hesitated for a moment then placed a half finished bottle of cognac
in her army coat.
When she emerged from the Bunker's entrance, she saw the flames of a fire in a
nearby courtyard. She crept closer and found a number of soldiers staring
solemnly at the fire.
"What is burning?" Briana asked one of the Norlander captains in her perfect
Dutch.
"The Fuehrer and his wife committed suicide last night. They're burning the
bodies; also Goebbels and his wife took poison. They committed suicide after
they poisoned all six of their children. We don't have enough petrol to burn all
the bodies," responded the Captain pointing to a nearby spot where Briana could
barely make out the unburned bodies of Goebbels and his wife. By the firelight,
Briana saw that the captain's eyes were full of tears. Briana thought for a
moment of how Eva Braun had kissed her cheek only yesterday.
Briana looked around for an appropriate spot to kill as many of the Red Army
as possible before she was killed. She noticed that part of the Chancery roof
was still standing. Although it took several minutes and was a perilous climb,
she managed to scale higher than any of her previous perches. She had brought
along as many boxes of cartridges as she could carry. She carefully organized
everything then waited for the Red Army to attack. From her eyrie, her Zweiss
binoculars allowed her to look out over much of Berlin. Briana looked toward the
still standing Brandenberg Gate down the broad expanse of the Unter den Lenden
toward the Alexander Platz. The scene was of almost total destruction. The
imperial city of the Kaiser was in ruins. The Red Army controlled the broad
parade route provided by the boulevard of the Unter den Linden. Fires were too
numerous too count. A flag showing a red star was waving over most of the
government buildings. It was April 30. Berlin had one more day.
At 7:30AM, the attack started. Russian T-32 tanks approached the Chancellery.
Briana immediately picked off a tank commander who was foolish enough to expose
himself. It was a perfect shot to the center of his forehead. Several of the
tanks were destroyed with Panzer Faust attacks, the anti-tank launchers were
wielded by young boys formed into suicide squads. From somewhere a King Tiger
appeared and quickly destroyed a half dozen Russian tanks. However, having
exhausted its anti-tank munitions, it was forced to retire. Briana saw hundreds
of Soviet soldiers streaming toward her. She started firing. She was no longer
the careful, methodical sniper. She fired and reloaded until the rife got to hot
to touch. She didn't bother to write in her notebook. She quickly lost track of
the number that she had killed. Bullets buzzed all around her and several times
her face was sprayed with small stones caused by near misses striking the marble
walls. One of the cross streets six blocks away was littered with bodies of men
she had killed. Smoke began to obscure the battlefield. Targets became more
difficult to acquire.
In late afternoon, Briana could hear that the battle had reached inside the
Chancellery itself. She found herself shooting almost straight downward. For a
while, it seemed that the Red Army would prevail and the Chancellery captured.
But the sounds of battle faded as darkness fell. Briana wearily climbed down
from her perch. There were hundreds of dead and wounded soldiers scatted over
the grounds of the Chancellery.
"The Reds got inside but we managed to drive them off," said an exhausted SD
officer whose arm was being bandaged.
"Tomorrow, we will not be so lucky," said another.
The scene inside the Bunker was chaos. The stairwells were slippery with
blood. Wounded were screaming in pain. Briana stepped over injured and dying
soldiers too exhausted to do anything to help. Briana returned to her
hide-a-way. The uneaten food and the additional blankets left by the previous
night's visitors were strewn about on the floor. Candace drank more cognac
while she ate some bread and cheese; then she partially undressed and went to
sleep.
Lieutenant Gaston awakened her sometime during the night.
"I thought you would be here. Is there any cognac left?" asked the Lieutenant.
Briana handed him a bottle.
"Where are the Major and the Captain?" asked Briana.
"Both dead, tomorrow I will be also. The Charlemagne Division will attack at
dawn; all three hundred that are left will engage in a suicide attack. The
National Socialist Party of France will die with us."
"There's plenty of food," said Briana gesturing toward the small pile of
bread, cheese, and meat tins she had stacked into the corner.
"Very tidy, you will make some man a good wife."
"I plan to die tomorrow also."
"Dead at fifteen while still so young and beautiful. It seems a tragedy. But
then all death is a tragedy. For that matter, life is a tragedy too."
They ate in silence for a while. After they finished, Lieutenant Gaston turned
off the light and they slept. Sometime toward dawn, the Lieutenant kissing her
lips awaked Briana.
"I would like to make love to a woman one last time," said the Lieutenant in
the darkness.
Briana didn't speak but began unbuckling her belt. The Lieutenant helped her
remove her trousers and panties. He opened his pants and rolled on top of her.
It took several tries for him to enter her. With increasing intensity, he pushed
into her until his cock reached its maximum penetration. At first Briana felt
sore from the prior night's sex but as her sex adjusted to its intruder, she
found her pleasure growing until she was forcing her body upward to meet the
downward thrust of the Lieutenant. Briana began to pant and moan in response to
the Lieutenant's male member tunneling into her vagina. When she sensed the
Lieutenant's orgasm, she allowed her own to wash over her body. She twisted and
writhed as she used every muscle in her fifteen-year-old cunt to squeeze the
final drops of cum from the Lieutenant's spewing cock.
"That was sweet, mon cherie, you would make a fabulous courtesan, you could be
the toast of Paris and men would shower you with jewels in return for your
favors. They would do anything for one look from your beautiful face," said the
Lieutenant standing up and buckling his pants. In an instant, he disappeared
into the dark corridor. Briana fell back asleep but was awakened by the crash of
an intense bombardment.
The bunker shook and dust trickled down from the ceiling as the shelling
intensified. Briana prepared herself to go outside. At some point, the artillery
ceased and the alarm sounded. That meant the preparatory enemy barrage had ended
and the infantry attack was beginning.
When Briana reached the surface, the firefight had already begun. The morning
barrage had destroyed the entire top of the Chancery building. Machine gun fire
splattered against the marble walls. Briana discarded the sniper rife and picked
up a submachine gun that was lying near a dead SS soldier. Once again, she
stuffed her pockets with all the ammunition she could carry.
"The Reds are inside," yelled someone and Briana ran with the other soldiers
toward the firing.
The next several hours were a blur. Briana joined a group of defenders who
were protecting the main entrance. Time and time again, hundreds of Red Army
soldiers stormed through the doorway only to be shot down by the defenders.
Briana tackled the job of grabbing Red Army grenades before they could explode
and hurling them back toward the Soviets. At times, the enemy soldiers were only
a few feet away as they drove the defenders back into the Chancellery.
Regardless of how many enemies they shot down at the Chancellery entrance, more
came to take their place. The rumor was Zhukov had promised Stalin that the
Chancery would be taken so that victory could be commemorated on May 1st, the
most important commemorative date to the USSR. The lives of Zhukov's soldiers
were not as important to the general as the consequences of not making good on
his promise to Stalin.
By midday, the Soviets had gained a foothold inside the building. Briana
joined in a desperate counterattack that would have succeeded had not enemy
reinforcements arrived at the last minute. When the exhausted attackers fell
back, they knew that it soon would be all over. Briana's throat was raw from the
smoke. Her shoulder ached from the recoil of the machine pistol. She had never
been so utterly exhausted.
During a brief lull in the fighting, Briana looked around to see how few of
the defenders were still alive. Movement outside the entrance meant that the
enemy was being reinforced for a final push to take over the shell of the
Chancery. The remaining defenders knew that the end was very near. There was a
yell from the opposition then enemy soldiers ran forward firing. Grenades landed
around Briana just as she stood up to throw a grenade back at the on rushing
soldiers. Explosions surrounded her and a near by blast lifted her off the
ground into the air. When she came down, she hit her head and everything went
black.
Someone's boot kicking her in the ribs awakened Briana. When she opened her
eyes, there was a Red Army soldier pointing a gun in her head. Briana's head
ached so badly she wanted him to shoot and end her pain. Briana watched his
Asiatic eyes as he cocked his weapon and aimed at her temple.
"Not that one, stop, Vasily," spoke a calm voice.
Vasily looked disappointed but moved to a wounded German moaning a few feet
away. Briana heard a shot and the moaning stopped.
"Get her up, let's see what we have," said the voice. Somewhere she had heard
the voice before.
Two Red Army soldiers pulled her erect. They pulled the cloth hat off allowing
her blonde curls to cascade downward.
"A maiden and a pretty one," said that same voice. Briana was having trouble
focusing her eyes.
The soldiers searched her pockets throwing everything on the ground. They ran
their hands over her breasts as they searched. Briana hurt all over and it was
hard to hear but she didn't seem wounded. When the search was over, the soldiers
stepped aside and Briana found herself face to face with a general officer. He
was a Soviet Colonel General. His uniform was spotlessly clean and different
from regular Red Army soldiers. He had obviously not been participating in the
battle. Briana found herself staring into the handsome face of Father Gregory
dressed as a Colonel General in the NKVD.
"Is she wounded?" The General asked the two NKVD soldiers on either side of
Briana as he examined the contents of her pockets.
"I don't think so, Sir," replied Briana in the perfect Russian she had learned
at the school.
"Ah, you speak Russian?" asked the General.
"Yes, Sir."
"And how did you learn to speak Russian?"
"In school, I was raised to marry a officer and establish German colonies in
Russia."
"Oh yes, the Reich planned to make we Slavs their slaves on large farms they
would establish once we were defeated. They were going to re-establish the
system of serfdom abolished by Czar Alexander I in 1843. I recall reading that
somewhere. What other languages beside Russian and German?"
"French, English, Dutch, Italian, some Magyar." Briana's father was a warrior
diplomat. She had lived in the German embassy of many major European capitals.
"Impressive, search her again, Ivan." Briana stood while they re-emptied her
pockets. This time they found the small notebook that Briana kept in the breast
pocket of her uniform. They handed the notebook to the General. He quickly
looked it over. The picture of Klaus Guderin fluttered out of the notebook to
the ground. One of the soldiers snatched it up and handed it to the general.
"Is this book what I think it is?"
"I am a sniper. It's a list of my kills."
"Amazing, over ninety, you must be very good."
"They said I was a natural marksman."
"And who is this? Your lover?"
"I was to be mated with him on my sixteenth birthday."
"Oh yes, I see now that you and he are perfect Aryans who were supposed to
rule over Mother Russia and all lesser races."
Briana remained silent as the General placed the photo back in the notebook
and then put the notebook back in his own pocket.
"Where's your Fuehrer?"
"Dead."
"How?"
"I was told he committed suicide. I watched them burn his body in the
courtyard behind the Chancery."
"Were you sure it was him?"
"From what I could see, it looked to be him. It was definitely his wife beside
him."
"I wasn't aware Hitler was married."
"He married Eva Braun two days ago."
"How touching. Show me."
Briana walked on unsteady feet through the destroyed building. When she
reached the courtyard she pointed out the shallow pit that contained the badly
charred skeletons of two bodies. Briana stood quietly while the General
carefully examined the remains. A soldier called the General's attention to
another site toward the back of the courtyard. Briana and the General walked
there to see the partially burned bodies of a man and woman.
"Who's that?" asked the General.
"Goebbels and his wife, Magda."
"Yes, I can still recognize him. Why weren't the bodies burned more
thoroughly?"
"They lacked petrol."
"You belong to the Deutscher Madel?"
"Yes, General, I would like to be immediately shot."
"In time, you will get your wish, but for now, I decide how long you live.
Lieutenant, take her away for further interrogation. Tell Sergeant Susov to
enjoy himself but deliver her more or less intact to Spandau. "
Briana was marched away with her hands over her head. Once outside, she was
ordered into the back of a waiting truck. Behind her, she could hear single
shots as the Reds finished off the wounded in the Chancellery.
It was a large army truck. There were six soldiers of the Red Army seated in
the back. The only other Germans in the vehicle were an SS Colonel and a
Wermacht General. They were seated right behind the truck cab. When Briana moved
to be seated with the other Germans the soldiers halted her and sat her down
between them. The truck sped off toward another part of Berlin.
As soon as the truck began to move, one of the soldiers stood up and grabbed
Briana by the hair. He pulled her off the wooden bench and threw her onto the
truck bed.
"Since I'm the Sergeant, I'm going first, Yusov, grab her arms," said a burly
soldier who had stripes on his sleeve.
Another soldier grabbed Briana's wrists and pulled them straight over her
head. The Sergeant pinned her legs to the floor by placing his knees on her
inner thighs. Briana screamed and moaned in pain as his kneecaps forced her legs
down against the hard wooden floor. Briana watched helplessly as his hands began
unbuckling her belt.
"She's a pretty one underneath all that dirt. One of you help me," said the
Sergeant struggling to remove the uniform trousers from Briana's kicking legs.
Immediately, a third soldier grabbed her blouse and ripped it open. He then
took a bayonet and cut her camisole and brassiere off. Her breasts were
exposed.
"She is young, those are girl titties, this is going to be sweet, like those
two sisters in Konisberg," announced the Sergeant as he at last succeeded in
pulling her trousers and panties down to her ankles. He stopped for a moment to
remove her boots and socks. Then he pulled her trousers and panties off and
tossed them aside. Briana was too tired to struggle more. She realized she was
now completely exposed and naked. The soldiers looked at her hungrily. She
understood she was going to suffer the same fate as over two million German
women. The soldiers turned her over and forced her into the all fours position.
"Fuck her like she's a dog, that's the way these German bitches like it," said
one of the soldiers.
The six soldiers were laughing now. The two German officers were pretending
nothing was happening. They were staring away from what was occurring at the
back of the truck. Briana didn't blame them. There was nothing they could do.
Any attempt on their part to intervene would get them shot. Briana was naked and
exposed to their lustful stares of the six Cossacks. She listened as they made
jokes about what they would do to her. She wanted to cover herself from their
hard stares and lustful looks. The soldiers started to take their cocks out of
their pants. Briana knew she was going to be raped.
Strangely, she hadn't thought about that possibility until the soldier began
to undress her. She started once again to struggle but one of the soldiers held
her by her hair and slapped her face until she began to lose consciousness. She
could taste blood in her mouth. At that point, she heard the soldier kneeling
behind her spit on his cock. She felt the firm knob touch her between her legs
and the cock head plow its way toward her opening. This was no German officer
carefully slipping his member inside a young girl like the Lieutenant had done
last night. This was to be a brutal rape and the more pain they caused her the
better. The soldier placed his hand on her hipbones and quickly shoved his cock
inside her. Briana screamed in pain and humiliation.
There was more laughter from the soldiers when the soldier announced he had
succeeded.
"Tight young German pussy, look at the blonde hairs around her cunt, this
one's definitely a member of the master race," said the soldier as he started to
fuck Briana.
"How many does that make, Sergeant?" asked one of the soldiers.
"Twenty three since we crossed the Neisse River, but who's counting," replied
the Sergeant. That occasioned more laughter.
"Here, suck on this, German whore," said the soldier who had held her wrists.
He pushed his cock between Briana's lips. Briana opened her mouth and took it
in. It smelled of urine and unwashed flesh.
The Sergeant didn't take long. The one who'd exposed her breasts replaced him.
Briana didn't struggle. A soldier ejaculated in her mouth and she reflexively
swallowed his sperm.
"These German sluts know how to suck your dick," said the soldier as he wiped
his slime covered cock in Briana's blonde hair.
"We might as well enjoy her. She's Hitler Youth. When we get her to Spandau,
they'll turn her over to the Poles. They'll cut her tits off and hang her using
piano wire She'll be glad to be dead when the Poles are finished with her," said
someone watching the rape.
She remained on her hands and knees as each of the six raped her. She grunted
each time they shoved themselves inside her. One of the solders walked forward
past the German captives and knocked on the glass window separating the truck
from the cab.
"Anton, pull over and come get a piece, she's Hitler Youth. She deserves a
good fucking by Soviet dicks," said the soldier, as the window was slid open.
Briana felt the truck pull over to the side of the road.
In a moment, two different soldiers climbed up in the truck. One of the
soldiers was a curly headed youth who was much taller than average.
"Anton, that cock of his will make her squeal, put it in her ass like you did
to that nun in Hamburg. See how she likes that."
"Roll over Nazi bitch, I want to see your face when I split your asshole
open," said Anton. The rough wooden floor had rubbed Briana's knees raw. At that
point, she willing rolled over and spread her legs.
"See, she's anxious for Red Army cock, give it to her Anton," said the
Sergeant.
"Someone grab her ankles and bend her double, let's get her ass pointed
straight up," said Anton. The Sergeant clutched each ankle as he bent Briana's
legs back toward her chest until her knees almost touched her shoulders. Briana
felt like her back was going to break in two.
"I bet she's never had it in her ass, before," sand Anton. He spit on his
fingers then worked a single finger into Briana's asshole. Briana grunted and
moaned as the digit moved forward to its maximum reach. Briana whined in pain as
a second finger joined the first. She felt him applying pressure to stretch her
anal ring to its maximum extent. Briana groaned and whimpered as she tried to
relax and control the pain.
Briana had heard that the Russians were anally raping German women in order to
make their rapes more painful and humiliating. Briana tried to relax her anus
even more as Anton pushed a third finger inside her rectum.
"Hold her while I work her wide open," said Anton. Briana heard someone spit
and felt liquid land on her butt hole. It was only a few more minutes before she
felt herself painfully stretched some more.
"Four fingers in her hole, you could stick your fist in her shitter, the
little Nazi bitch will shit blood for a week when you're done," said the
Sergeant.
Briana sensed Anton's shifting positions. She knew what was coming next. She
gritted her teeth as she felt a large blunt cock head at her anal opening. There
was a slight push and the head moved inside her anal ring. Then there was a hot
burning pain as it traveled into her rectum. That caused her to cry out and
writhe in pain. Anton drove himself up inside Briana's virgin ass twisting and
pushing hard against her bowel walls to maximize the pain.
"Take it out, please take it out," screamed Briana in German as she felt a
fiery pain travel the length of her lower intestine. She instantly felt her
intestines cramp.
"Now you got her going, fuck her ass, Antonivich," said the Sergeant.
"Briana screamed in pain the first half dozen times that Anton slammed his
long hard cock into her bowels. It was an awful feeling to have that hard tube
of flesh move deep inside her rectum. She felt stretched out to where she had a
sensation that her anal ring was about to tear.
"I think our little Nazi isn't having a good time," said one of the soldiers.
Tears came to Briana's eyes and she began to sob in pain. At some point, the
pain began to diminish. Briana grunted each time Anton forced his cock inside
her anus. Finally, he ejaculated. When he pulled his cock out of her ass, it was
streaked with shit. He crawled up onto her chest and announced, "Clean your
German shit off my dick with your mouth."
Briana was too exhausted to argue. She opened her mouth as Anton slipped the
brown streaked cock between her lips. She licked it clean enough to satisfy him
and he got up off her. The other driver promptly climbed on her and fucked her
switching between her ass and pussy.
After the second driver finished inside her, the truck resumed its journey.
All six of the soldiers raped her a second time. Some climaxed in her ass and
others in her vagina. The Sergeant ejaculated on her face then smeared his sperm
around with his cock.
Briana wanted to pass out but someone kept slapping her face and breasts as
they raped her. When the last one finished, she fell over on her side. She was
too exhausted and traumatized to move.
"How old?" asked one of the soldiers in bad German? He kicked her in the ribs
with his boot to emphasize that he expected an answer.
"I am fifteen years old," responded Briana wearily in Russian.
"We have someone who speaks a little Russian. Why were you fighting for
Hitler?" asked the Sergeant.
"I was fighting for the Fatherland. Why did you rape me?"
"Why not? No one can stop us. You Germans raped our Russian women. My own
brother's wife was raped just outside Lvov. They raped her twenty times. They
made my brother watch then they shot him."
Briana stayed down and motionless. She hadn't managed to redress herself when
the truck stopped. When the tailgate opened, they shoved her out onto the ground
naked. Someone threw what was left of her clothes out with her and the truck
drove off. Briana managed to scoop what was left of her uniform off the pavement
before guards pushed her toward a large building that Briana assumed was a
prison. Briana recognized that she had arrived at Spandau Fortress. The ancient
fortress had been converted to a prison years before. During the siege of
Berlin, the Wermacht had attempted to use is once again as a fortress but it had
quickly surrendered to the Red Army.
Briana was marched naked to a large cell containing hundreds of women. The
guards made lewd comments as the nude girl staggered toward the cell with an
obvious sheen of body fluids dripping down on to her thighs. The women watched
as Briana was forcefully shoved into the cell. They knew that she like almost
all of them had been raped. Several women stepped forward to catch Briana before
she fell. They placed her on an army cot and covered her with a blanket. One of
the older women cleaned her face with a wet rag. The woman then carefully and
gently wiped between Briana's legs.
"Here, let me clean their filth off you," were the last words Briana heard
before she totally collapsed from trauma and exhaustion.
