Chapter 3

I realized that my studies at the university that included two courses on Human Rights and War Crimes that had focused on Nazi crimes during World War Two and I had catalogued several cases in various Gestapo death camps to call attention to atrocities related to medical experiments in the Third Reich.

I knew the most famous Female only camps but had never heard of this one that I found myself residing inside against my will and far from my natural environment.

I had certain advantages including a foreknowledge of the outcomes of the Trials at Nuremburg after the war, but my memory did not recall any camp for female medical experiments, and it seemed unlikely that all the investigators had missed a camp of this size and scope with thousands of prisoners and hundreds of guards of all ranks and types.

It was enough for me to come to the conclusion that this camp had escaped official scrutiny for some odd reason and I wondered if it was a cover-up by one of the Allied Armies slowly advancing toward the German capitol of Berlin.

Geographically, I was uncertain of the location of the camp except that it was somewhere close to the German-Polish border on a main avenue of approach for the advancing Russian soldiers.

I came into contact again with the German Officer I had met at the latrine the previous night and he was the one who informed me that the Vichy French doctor was a SS officer called Major Latrobe and that he was truly a dangerous psycho with weird ideas that appealed to the higher rank Gestapo agents that actually ran this particular camp. He also told me it was a “Secret Camp” and that all inmates would be disposed of before they closed the doors. He whispered in my ear that might also include the guards as well and he was trying hard to get transferred before the War for him drew to a sudden close with the arrival of the Russians.

The fact was that I was only half listening to his words because he had me pressed against the corner of the barbed wire fence and I was focused on avoiding the nasty razor sharp edges only inches from my face and boobs. His name was Karl, and he was only a newly appointed Officer in the SS with duties at the isolated death camp. He lamented the fact to me as disgusting, but he told me, “At least it is better than being sent to the Eastern Front because I am told it is a chaotic butcher shop out there facing the fanatical Communists.”

Of course, we were both fully clothed at the time and only his long, hard prick was bare and buried inside my complicit cunt from behind. All these strange female feelings swept over me like probing fingers sorting through my insides like a doctor’s instrument.

However, in this case the instrument was an oversized cock, and it knew exactly what it wanted even if I was still confused on the issue. I could feel the movement of other inmates around us, but I kept my face covered with my sleeve to hide my identity because I knew there would be retaliation for consorting with the enemy later in the darkness of the moonless night.

I heard Karl start to grunt like a man possessed by the devil and heard the laughter of the female inmates as they heard him as well. I wanted to join in with the hidden pleasure he was giving me down below, but I was still thinking like a man and I felt ashamed of my feminine thoughts about being forced to take it all the way up from behind and the sudden wetness of his load hitting me square inside my vaginal cavity like a running faucet forgotten to be shut off by mistake. I could feel his spunk running down the insides of my legs and I hoped that it would not be visible when all was said and done.

The following day, three of us were hand-picked by Doctor Latrobe to participate in an experiment that tested our oral ability to take oversized cocks without gagging. The other two girls were giggling at the description of the parameters and I found it to be problematic to me because I had my thoughts of maleness still inside my head and even though I was now a young blonde female, I felt a bit homophobic about the whole thing and the thought of accepting another man’s cock inside my mouth was a huge turn-off to me.

Then, I remembered the experiment with the barking dogs riding my back and I realized that in the scheme of things it was not quite as bad as that terrible ordeal. I knew that from my perspective, I had an entirely different feeling about the guard dogs because I knew what they were capable of even with a muzzle on their snouts and pads on their paws.

The guards in the experiment were standing at attention when we were paraded into the lab stark naked and with our hands handcuffed behind our backs to prevent any problem. I saw that young Karl was one of the men and he immediately recognized me. I figured that he had been selected for this duty because of the size of his rampant dick which I at first though would never fit between my feminine folds without lots of lubrication.

I noticed that he ensured he was the one facing my down on my knees on the padded cushion in front of the cameras taking photos of every motion, however slight, for the Doctor to peruse at his leisure.

With our hands tied behind our backs, we had no opportunity to grasp the partner’s member and I suspected that was one of the ingredients of the experiment to determine if our lips and tongue were able to arouse the men without any assistance from our fumbling fingers in the mix.