Chapter 2

It was still dark outside, but I couldn’t put it off any longer. I had to go so bad that I walked with my knees locked together like a Brinks safe. Heidi stirred in her sleep and thankfully turned over and fell back asleep like a good little girl.

I changed into my striped pajamas as instructed by the SS female guard with the broken arm and headed out to the latrine with my hands on top of my head and staying in a straight line with no detours in any other direction. I was not the only customer which seemed normal since over three hundred female prisoners used the single outhouse in the center of our little compound. One of them was vomiting and I figured she was probably pregnant and that was not good news in a place like this.

I did my business in the open booth and was surprised to see a male guard watching the girls with their pajamas pulled down and answering nature’s call. It didn’t make any difference to me at the time because I was still thinking like a teenaged boy and didn’t give a shit about what any boy thought about my newly designed pussy or my suddenly shapely posterior.

He spoke to me in German on the way out the door asking me what my name was.

“My name is Eva, and I am from Krakow. Tell me honestly, do I look like a Jew to you?”

The soldier looked startled and peered into my face and my blue eyes and blond hair.

“No, you look Aryan to me, but I am no expert.”

I pulled down my striped pajama bottoms and asked him, “You see my carpet is the same color as my hair on top.”

The boy laughed at my words and said, “There can be no doubt, but you should save it for the doctors tomorrow when they start giving you the test for your true origins.”

Suddenly, the SS man grabbed my naked snatch in front and pushed his finger inside me. It was a completely novel experience for me because I had never been penetrated before. He looked me in my eyes, and he must have seen my curiosity at his explorations because he smiled and stuck his other hand between my ass cheeks and probed my tiny brown eye with his rough middle finger.

Now, he had me front and back and one of the other women left the latrine calling me a Nazi lover in Polish leaving me totally confused because I was still thinking like a boy and not a girl. The SS guard must have moved his fingers because I started to feel quite joyful down there where the grass grows greener and I rested my head on his shoulder like I was a silly cunt and not a horny teenaged boy with normal thoughts about chasing pussy.

The soldier slapped my ass cheeks hard one after the other and I found that I liked that sort of rough treatment and felt my juices down there start to flow like I was a two-bit floozy looking for some action of that nature.

It was only a couple of minutes later that I felt my knees start to quiver and I experienced a feminine orgasm as he stroked my pussy with his entire hand.

He pulled my face up to his and told me, “Give me your lips, darling and I will lick you with my tongue.”

It almost made me laugh because it was a favorite line of my own manufacture and I had used it on numerous females with itch between their legs that told their brain it was time to let nature take its own course allowing me to put my hand under their control-top pantyhose exploring for fresh pussy.

I stared down at his SS insignia on his collar as he kissed me flush on my lips. It was difficult for me as a former man to imagine what he could possibly think sexy about a striped pajama bald-headed Jewish female with no make-up and incarcerated for the remainder of her shitty life behind barbed wire.

Another inmate ran past us with a spiteful look at my naked ass and I could only imagine her opinion of my obvious excitement over the attentions of the young guard in that hour before dawn when everything went silent and only the faint outline of light to the East hinting that daylight was on the way.

I pulled away from the guard’s arms and ran back to the barracks and the relative safety of my top bunk right next to Heidi’s warm and welcoming arms.

The sound of the loud music filled the air before the dawn broke with sharp shadows running down the long lines of the dismal barracks huts. We were all rousted out into the street outside and lined up in four ranks of twenty each making it easy for the supervisor to make an instant head count to report the barracks as “all present for duty”. A woman in the last rank fell down to her knees and the supervisor told two of the women to pick her up and put her back into her bunk to see if she might still survive the day with some rest. I thought it unusually kind of the guard with the broken arm and wondered if she was more interested in keeping her muster of all eighty inmates rather than lose one the very first day of assignment.

Heidi was shivering from the cold and I gave her my extra shawl that I had stolen from the pregnant lady at the latrine.

Then, the supervisor broke us up into groups for assignment to different doctors for our first interrogation. I was put into a group of about twelve that all had blond hair and blue eyes and Heidi was put into a group that had exceptionally large boobs and prominent nipples. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for the breakdowns except that the doctors were working on something that we were not privy to at the time.