(M/bg, ped, mc, nc, inc)
By Rider in the Sky
Introduction: I would tell you what inspired this story, but you can
probably figure it out for yourselves. Besides, if I named the
inspiration, you would expect a very different story. This is not a
rewrite of any story, but rather an original tale that I hope you enjoy,
even if the sex is a bit sparse.
In the winter of 1943, there were only two places that you would likely
find Jews in Poland; a Forced Labor Camp (Zwangsarbeitslager) or and
Extermination Camp (Vernichtungslager). The homes and businesses of Jews
had been confiscated and even the ghettos to which they had been moved
had been virtually completely evacuated.
The difference between these places was that the Zwangsarbeitslagers
were places where Jews were kept to work and the Vernichtungslagers were
places where Jews were taken for execution. In point of fact, the
differences were less obvious. It was mainly a question of the primary
function of the camp.
The new Forced Labor Camp of Plaszow, under the command of
Untersturmfeuhrer Ernst Becker, had been constructed in record time.
Prefabricated parts and Jewish laborers had erected the buildings and
fences. Several Jews had either been shot summarily for arguing or sloth
or had died from exposure and malnutrition, but the majority of the work
force was intact. In fact, they worked with a speed that resembled
enthusiasm to avoid being made examples by Herr Commandant.
In another time and place, Becker would be considered cruel and even
demented, but in that camp in 1943, he was merely efficient, if a bit
self-indulgent. To him, Jews were lower than dogs. Their ultimate fate,
regardless of their current location, was execution, so while they were
alive they were sources of labor, tools, or toys. When they were dead,
they were a source of raw materials and a nuisance to dispose of. With
absolute power of life and death, Untersturmfeuhrer Becker's commands
were either obeyed, or there would be another body for the pile.
Despite the prohibition against sexual contact between Jews and members
of the Aryan race, Becker had no compunction about such things, at least
not in front of Jews who were going to die anyway. He was a bit more
circumspect regarding the provisions of the Race and Resettlement Act
when junior officers or Aryan civilians were around. He was a lonely
man, or better said a loner, who sought sexual satisfaction to relieve
the stresses of his job. His hedonism in this regard was functional --
intended to improve his mood and therefore improve his proficiency.
Becker had taken one Jewish family of the hundreds in the camp to be his
personal household staff. The Goldbergs, Europeanized Jews, were chosen
perhaps because of their distinctly Aryan looks, but to Becker the fact
of their Jewishness still classified them as Untermensch (subhuman).
The father, Leopold, remained in the camp, but his wife, Ingrid, and
their children, Danka, 11, Hans, 13, Marie, 9, and Wilhelm, 8 had a room
in Herr Commandant's villa overlooking the camp. Becker did not fear
them. Since there was no escape, and the father was kept separate, his
control over them was absolute. Ingrid and the children knew that their
survival, and that of Leopold, depended upon their ability to appease
Untersturmfeuhrer Becker. This remained unstated, but clearly understood
Danka was fearful, but well disciplined, so when Becker called her into
his room shortly after she moved into his villa she was cooperative and
resolved to do whatever was necessary for the preservation of her
family. Becker was almost kind (or gave that impression) as he sat in a
chair and instructed Danka to remove her clothing.
There was no procrastination as she quickly complied with his "request."
Her clothing was simple, even in the winter, so that she only had to
slip her dress over her head before she was completely nude.
For several moments, Becker sat admiring the physique of this thin girl
whose breasts were not yet formed and whose nether lips were still
hairless. He motioned for her to turn around, and she did so slowly
until she faced him again. He gestured for her to get onto the bed and
she calmly walked to the edge and lay down flat. Her eyes avoided his,
but she kept his face in her peripheral vision so that she would not
unintentionally disobey a nonverbal order.
Becker stood and walked around the bed, staring at Danka from several
angles before he said, "Open your legs."
Danka's eyes were directed at the ceiling as she spread her legs wide.
Her face betrayed no emotion, and her actions were a model of obedience
which appeared to please Herr Commandant. When she heard his zipper, she
began to mentally prepare herself for what her mother had described as
rape, but Becker stood over her, holding his erect phallus in his hand,
and did not touch her.
"Close your eyes," barked Becker and Danka closed them without a second
glance or thought. Moments later, she felt a liquid that was warm begin
to squirt and then drip onto her face until her face had been completely
covered. For several moments, she lay there, feeling the liquid run down
her cheeks like tears that had not come from her eyes.
Danka heard his zipper again before Becker said in a low voice, "Get out
of here." As she sat up and opened her eyes, the salty liquid burned and
caused her to have to dress with her eyes almost shut. As soon as she
had slipped her dress on over her head, she walked to the door and left
without looking back.
When she rejoined her mother, Danka's face was still largely covered
with what she would later know was semen. Ingrid had no words for her
daughter, but silently cleaned her face with a towel and ushered her to
her bed which she shared with her sister, Marie. There had been no
conversation because whatever happened didn't matter. She was alive, and
that was enough.
Each succeeding night brought the children into the bedroom of Herr
Commandant, and it became almost a ritual. The details of each encounter
were different, but the outcome was the same. Becker gave orders, the
members of the family obeyed, and when Becker had achieved some degree
of satisfaction it was over.
Danka and Wilhelm were his favorites, at least at first. Wilhelm would
usually lie on the bed naked and Danka, also naked, would be commanded
to perform some sexual act while Becker watched, usually with his cock
in his hand, but always fully dressed.
At first, oral sex was the order. Wilhelm's little penis responded
involuntarily to the stimulation of his sister's mouth or hands, and so
Danka spent a great deal of time with her head bobbing up and down on
her brother's erect penis, taking it into her mouth completely before
raising up until the circumcised head was the only thing in her mouth.
Becker spoke more freely as time passed, and acted as the director of
the action. Later, he would occasionally involve himself in the action,
but only on his own terms.
"Lay on your back and spread your legs," Becker directed Danka before
instructing her brother to lick her hairless cunt. When Wilhelm was told
to lay on his sister and put his tiny hardon into her cunt, Danka had to
help her brother find the hole the first time. Despite Danka's being a
virgin, Wilhelm's penis could fit into her virginal cunt without tearing
When Wilhelm finally learned how to hump his sister so that his cock
slid in and out of the warm recess of her vagina, Becker would lay his
head on the bed to watch the action close up. To Danka's chagrin,
Wilhelm was both vigorous and, in her opinion, too enthusiastic, but she
realized that this pleased Herr Commandant even more than a lackluster
performance would have.
Danka learned that when she was on top, facing either Wilhelm's head or
feet, she had much more control over the thrust of the tiny penis.
Becker preferred to have Danka facing him, legs wide open and the little
cock easily visible as it fucked the hairless twat. Becker knew the
performance was solely for his benefit, but he was increasingly
insistent that the "performers" do more than go through the motions.
Danka's blank expression was replaced with what would pass as passion,
but not until her mother was able to show her how.
Back in the room, Danka explained to her mother what had been requested
of her by Becker. Ingrid, after listening to the instructions, gathered
her family around her and began the lessons that she hoped would save
their young lives.
Explaining the mechanics of sex was first. Every variety of sexual
pleasure was described and, when the description was insufficient, it
was "demonstrated." At least, the demonstration was sufficient to give
the idea of what actually happened. The explanation of what was
pleasurable and could lead to orgasm was somewhat more difficult to
explain, especially when trying to make the younger kids understand.
After failing to make them understand what an orgasm was, Ingrid
masturbated for her children. She remained clothed, but showed how
rubbing in the right place would lead from pleasure to orgasm. Each of
the children were asked to fake an orgasm and Ingrid would correct them
when their performances were in error. At times, it was even comical.
Marie, in particular, had a problem with the expression one showed to
illustrate pleasure. She would grin and laugh since that was how she was
used to showing the type of pleasure with which she was familiar.
For the boys, faking was not so easy. Little Wilhelm's youth was an
advantage since his erections were reflexive, but Hans, the oldest boy
and the oldest of the children, seemed unable to get an erection or
"Hans," Ingrid said after she had considered the problem, "What does
make you get erections?"
Hans was reticent about revealing his fantasies, but eventually admitted
an attraction for a girl with blond hair and large breasts named
Gretchen. His sister, on the other hand, was flat, and besides, it was
his sister! They were more likely to fight than kiss, and he had
absolutely no attraction for her or anyone that resembled her.
"Close your eyes and relax, Hans," ordered Ingrid. "Pretend Gretchen is
lying beside you on this bed."
Hans smiled at the thought as he lay there naked, but his embarrassment
was still his predominant emotion. Then, he felt a warm hand on his
phallus - he opened his eyes to see his mother's hand and looked at her
with some surprise.
"I said to close your eyes. Now imagine that this hand belongs to
Gretchen." He could see the image, but -- it was his mothers! No, he
told himself, it was Gretchen, and it felt so good. A very slight
erection was noticeable, perhaps more of a thickening and lengthening of
"What is Gretchen doing now? Is that her hair on your stomach, brushing
your skin?" Hans felt the hair and then a warmth of breath and moisture
as his cock entered a warm cozy place, and he could see Gretchen in his
mind; head on his stomach, mouth on his penis, sucking, moving...
It was working! Hans kept his eyes closed and his fantasy came to life!
Rock hard, he felt like cramming his cock into her mouth, but there was
no need since the mouth was moving, more and more rapidly, and he felt
definite pleasure, and more -- he was sensing an urge to cum. As the
urge got closer, and approached the point of no return, he returned to
reality and opened his eyes to see his mother's head bobbing on his
cock. But it was too late, he knew that he couldn't
stop, so he cried out to his mother to stop or...
But she didn't. She kept right on sucking. Hans closed his eyes tightly,
gritted his teeth and tried not to cum, but it was too late. Ingrid felt
her son's cum, squirting forcefully into her mouth and into the back of
her throat, and she kept sucking. She knew that he must overthrow any
inhibitions he had ever had so that if he should be with any of the
women, he should be able to become aroused and to reach orgasm, so she
sucked, until he was dry.
Call it training, conditioning, or education, Ingrid prepared her
She taught them that there is no shame in doing whatever is necessary to
stay alive; that there is no dignity in death; that modesty must be
replaced by determination; and, from the Torah, hope belongs to the
living, and a live dog is better off than a dead lion. To Hans, these
were not just words of advice; they were prophecy. He began to refer to
Untersturmfeuhrer Ernst Becker as the Lion, but only in secret.
To overcome their ingrained modesty, she had them all remove their
clothes to become accustomed to being naked in one another's presence.
Physical contact was next; simple at first with simple hugging and later
fondling or exploring of their bodies.
Even Hans' curiosity was piqued when he first gazed at his oldest
sister's hairless cunt, spread wide with her fingers. With his mother's
encouragement, he inserted his index finger into the opening, and slowly
moved it back and forth as Danka faked an orgasm. It was an excellent
fake and Hans found himself with an erection that he could not have
faked, and that he could not hide.
Each of them learned the techniques of sex, and practiced them
regularly, while Becker reaped the benefits. He was not surprised to see
the children engage in sexual performances that were convincing because
he had assumed that incest would be a natural part of a Jewish family,
but he also appreciated that they were getting better as time passed. He
almost regretted that he was alone in enjoying his little performances,
but secrecy was necessary, or he would be sent to the Russian front --
One night, as he sat in his chair, he invited Marie to sit in his lap.
The naked girl crawled onto his leg and he positioned her legs apart on
either side of his while his erect cock was pressed against her tiny
cunt. As he watched young Wilhelm fuck his other sister doggy style, he
slowly rubbed his cock and positioned the head between Marie's hairless
He gave orders and Danka turned around to receive Wilhelm's thrusts
into her mouth. Marie was uncomfortable, but she fell back on her
training and replaced the urge to cry with a fake orgasm. Becker's eyes
left the show as he watched the girl on his lap grunt and groan, pant
and hump, and he soon came. His cum poured into Marie's tiny cunt and
overflowed. Marie's faked orgasm coincided with Becker's ejaculation,
and the show was over.
As the months wore on, Becker tired of the shows. He had found, however,
that Danka's mouth was a satisfactory repository for his semen. Finally,
he began to drink heavily and would ask for Danka, watch her give him a
blowjob, and let her return to her room when she was done.
It became like another housekeeping job: Clean the floors, wash the
clothes, dust the furniture, suck the semen. She estimated later that
she drank over 7 liters of his semen altogether (15 ccs per night for
about 500 nights = 7,500 ccs or 7 and 1/2 liters).
He didn't choose this method of relief because it felt good, although it
did. Nor did he choose it because Danka was pretty, although she was.
Nor did he choose it because Danka was excellent at giving head,
although she was. He chose it because it was less messy than
masturbation. Danka was no more than a way of "cleanly" ejaculating.
One might think that such a repetitive act, performed unwillingly for a
man she despised would forever make her want to avoid oral sex, but this
was not the case. She derived some pleasure, a sense of control in a
place out of control and a sense of accomplishment at fulfilling a duty
for her family. The duty extended somewhat beyond servicing Herr
Danka also became the source of relief for her brother who, hormones
raging and no other females around (other than his mother, who knew of
her son's activities, but did not interfere because she had been the
instigator and because she could see no harm in the continuation of this
activity). Danka, would suck her brother off every night after she had
emptied Herr Commandant. Perhaps she saw this as a way of cleansing her
palate of the taste of Becker's Nazi sperm.
Becker thought of his position as unassailable, permanent, and
completely secure. He did not fear the Jewish family that lived with
him. Oh, he knew that they could kill him, but then they would die. It
was like a chess match where Becker had prepositioned the pieces to his
Each piece was controlled by one of his own: The husband by the guards,
the wife by the unstated threat to her husband and children, and the
children by their youth and loyalty to their parents. The Jewish
prisoners outnumbered the guards, but they had been stripped of their
dignity and his guards had weapons and fences. Besides, he had the
support of his government. Where would the Jews go if they were not
here? They would be killed.
One day, a chess piece moved that changed the whole game. It was as
subtle as the movement of a pawn one space, but suddenly there was a
whole new game. Becker, however, did not appreciate the significance of
the move. He was blind to the new situation.
Perhaps Becker had been drinking too much. As the news from the Russian
Front became worse, and then alarming, he swilled bottle after bottle of
booze and, if anything, became more cruel and bizarre.
Danka went to his room one night after he had called for her. All day
long, convoys of trucks carrying German wounded and retreating (or
"regrouping") soldiers. In the distance, there was the deep rumble of
exploding artillery. She found Becker standing by a dresser, dressed
only in his shirt, holding a glass of cognac. She silently slipped off
Becker's gaze slowly went from her bare feet upwards, taking in her
smooth legs, hairless cuntlips, flat abdomen, and newly burgeoning
breasts (Danka was now 12 years old). When he looked up at her face, she
could see something different; something like anger, something like
He picked up something off the dresser and walked to the chair where she
had always given him his blowjob. As he sat down, she saw that in his
left hand was the cognac, but in the right was his pistol. She
cautiously approached and got on her knees. He opened his legs and she
took his phallus in her mouth to begin her nightly duty.
As he watched his cock disappear into her mouth, Becker was loosely
thinking about executing Danka, perhaps just for the hell of it. He had
killed so many Jews, what did it matter? He had received an order to
kill them all anyway in order to prevent their escape in the event the
Russians approached the camp. Well, maybe now was the time.
As her head moved back and forth, he placed the pistol at her temple and
moved the gun with her rhythm. Suddenly, he started to laugh
uncontrollably. He was hysterical with giddiness. It had just occurred
to him that if he shot her now, he just might shoot his own dick off!
Danka had closed her eyes when she felt the gun at her temple, and was
silently crying. The salt she tasted was not cum, but her tears. She
never stopped her sucking, though and soon Becker began to relax.
Moments later, he came into her mouth and she swallowed his cum as she
buried her face against his pubis and his cock in her throat. After he
came, he seemed to sleep, but awoke with a drunken start. He had
completely forgotten about killing her. Danka arose silently and
returned to her room, not pausing to put her clothes on.
Hans' first act of defiance was a small one, but it saved a life. He
filed down the firing pins of Becker's two pistols so that when Becker
tried to shoot someone for some perceived wrongdoing, they didn't fire -
- either one. Hans, now 14, was a man by the standards of the camp and
nearly as tall as the commandant, but this fact was lost on Ernst
Becker. It wasn't until the Russian advance threatened Becker's kingdom
that the true test of manhood came.
The atmosphere in the camp was tense as the news spread that the order
to kill all of the prisoners had been delivered to the villa. The
prisoners were desperately talking among themselves about how to avoid
the expected slaughter, while the guards cleaned their weapons and
awaited the order from Becker.
Hans finally checkmated Becker. With the Russians almost at the camp
gate, Hans knew the time to act was now or never. Drunk, as usual,
Becker did not even hear Hans approach from behind as he dressed in his
finest uniform to deliver the order. Seconds later, the lion was truly
Hans put on Becker's uniform, and it was a reasonable fit. Striding
confidently onto the veranda of the villa, Hans spoke into the
megaphone, confident that his voice would be distorted enough to allow
him to imitate Becker. The orders delivered were unexpected, but
unquestioned. Becker's temper had alienated even his staff so that even
they feared him.
"Juden, stay where you are. Guards, leave your posts and join the
soldiers in the infantry unit that is passing the camp. There will be no
There was no shout of joy from the Jews. The guards quietly obeyed and
soon the Jews were alone. Not one of the Jews moved -- or dared to move.
Untersturmfeuhrer Becker, as far as they knew, was still in command.
And, they could not believe their luck since they had had so little.
The Russians surveyed the camp briefly, but when the commander visited
the villa, the Goldbergs were the only living residents. After sparing
what food they could, the Russians moved on through Poland towards the
heart of Germany. For the residents of Zwangsarbeitslager Plaszow, the
war was over.
End of story
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