Chapter 1

Hildegard was fully aware that down deep inside she hated her horrid name.

But even she had to admit it was a far sight better than her two older sisters, Drusilla and Calliope. The fact that her mother was an avid reader of the contemporary tales of the occult must have sown the seeds of strange names roaming around in her sub-conscious brain-wave patterns like a bowl of slippery eels trying to escape their ultimate fate.

She had told everyone around her, obnoxious relatives, friends with dubious loyalty, and acquaintances that she lacked the confidence to trust that her name was Hilda. The sound of that name seemed to mollify her when she was called out loud for any reason. It certainly didn't embarrass her like "Hildegard".

However, when she had to sign something important like a document for the government offices, she was required to sign her full name of Hildegard Greta Von Romschwein to be matched up to the census data and not thought to be a spy. Her two older siblings had already left Germany for Switzerland to accept positions as domestic servants but she was convinced it was just another conscience-easing ploy employed for selling their female goodies to the sex-starved Swiss bankers. She had to laugh when she thought of them being banged hard from behind and even taking the married men's belts on their bare bottoms because they deserved it so much for all the mean-spirited teasing they had subjected her to.

Her Father had been sent to some Tank unit in Africa despite the fact he was over forty and she could tell from the tears on her mother's face that the still-attractive woman had little confidence that he would be returning any time soon or in fact if he would be returning at all.

Hilda had the unfortunate problem of being overweight for most of her teenage years and it was not until the rationing system cut down on items like sugar and butter that her baby fat began to disappear like magic leaving her with a slim attractive figure that was quite appealing to the males around her. Her mother had also still retained her girlish figure even after three children and she supplemented their meager income with giving her favors to the middle-aged married male neighbors who were fortunate enough for some reason to escape military service. She was a discreet and obedient companion making her desirable to the men who had tired of their wives' constant nagging and acidic tongues.

When Hilda started to bloom in a nubile manner, her mother tried to hide her from the clients but eventually even she had to admit the girl was ripe for the picking and it would be foolish to waste a much-needed commodity when the demand was so high. She started slowly teaching her remaining daughter how to handle the older men with her mouth and hand and then later supervised the best way to employ her lower female parts to entertain them. Eventually, Hilda became quite skilled in the use of anal coupling to satisfy a male's need for satisfaction and she put a smile on any client's face that subscribed to her services.

It was in the early spring after the debacle at Stalingrad that her mother was booked for a weekend of unspecified orgy entertainment at the barracks that overlooked the smaller town on the edge of a large city in the exact center of Nazi Germany. Citizens of a non-military nature seldom ventured into the stone fortress which was reputed to bear some sort of special merit for the inner circle of local Nazi party members. For some reason the city had been overlooked in the bombing agenda of the Allies and the citizens woke up each morning shocked to discover they had escaped obliteration yet again. Hilda and her mother felt reasonably safe because their house was on the other side of a wide river outside the city and there was no target for allied bombs anywhere near their home.

Because the girls on call for the entertainment program were short-staffed, Hilda's mother volunteered her daughter as a last minute fill-in for the opening with the thought that it would double her earnings for the frantic weekend.

When they arrived at the barracks, the women from the city discovered that there was another contingent of females already present and ready for duty in the two day orgy. These females were all prisoners of some type. They were mostly from outside Germany. Some of them were unable to speak German and conversed in a language Hilda had never heard before. Her mother told her the girls were all "political" prisoners for crimes against the Third Reich and that they should try to avoid them because their fate was almost certain to stay incarcerated for the remainder of the war.

The orgy weekend started off fairly decent with Hilda getting it repeatedly from a pair of blond Airmen who had been recently returned from the Eastern front. They alternated in all her openings keeping her constantly on her toes wondering what they were going to do to her next. It seemed so strange to her that the two boys had so much cum stored up inside their skinny bodies. She wondered how long it had been since they had been able to shoot their loads into a decent German female. In a sense, she looked at the whole affair as an opportunity for her to support the front-line troops in the fight against the enemies of the Fatherland. If that meant a sore bottom for taking it all the way in back there, she was prepared to do her duty for the Reich.

In the middle of the night, she heard a lot of screaming from the basement of the barracks and wandered down to see what was happening. The sight was like a vision of "Dante's Inferno" with the foreign girls all being used in the most shameful manner with no respect for their dignity or sensitivity. The peek at the degrading performance was an eye-opener for her because she saw that there was love, there was sex or lust, and then, there was this ... this abomination of female humiliation. She scurried away with her heart beating in fear and anticipation wondering if she would be treated in such a manner if she were ever taken prisoner by the Russians, the British or even the Americans. The French she didn't worry about because the visitors from that country had been humping her female relatives long before the war and were generally a romantic rather than a barbaric people.