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Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 10:09:11 -0800 (PST)
From: BT
Subject: Fraulein Hans..,. Bisexual/Incest
This story is pure fiction, but such things did happen
in WWII Germany. However if the names or places
resemble you or someone you may know it is purely
coincidental.
This story contains graphic scenes of sex between
adult and minors. It also contains scenes of incest.
Do not read this story if it is illegal for you to do
so or if such scenes offend you.
Fraulein Hans
I'm sorry for the poor English in this. Sometimes
German don't exactly translate very well. You see I
only speak German and Dutch. I have had to get a
translator and I'm not too sure he will do a good
enough job. I guess I will have to trust him.
I am now reaching my twilight years and don't even
know if I will be able to finish this story, so if I
don't please understand that I am probably either dead
or infirmed in a nursing home.
I grew up in a very small town called Passau. Well,
not exactly, in Passau, but Passau was the closest
town and we had no post office in Ukkah so Passau was
considered our mailing address.
I was born Hans Zimmer on January the 13th. 1929. In
1939 Hitler invaded Poland and as they say all hell
broke loose. Most of the people in our town wanted
nothing to do with Nazism because our people were the
apposing party at the time.
We quickly became a hiding place for whatever Jews
could make it to our village and then only if they
knew about us. That was really difficult you can
imagine because we didn't exactly advertise it out for
obvious reasons.
Never the less it wasn't long before the troops came
through our town "recruiting" our men and even boys to
fight for the fatherland.
They came in one fell swoop searching all houses for
fit males. It didn't matter much how fit they really
were. If they were strong enough to hold a rifle they
were fit enough to fight.
If they were crippled or had something else wrong with
them they were taken for what they called handicapped
placement. It wasn't till after the war did we find
out that the useless were exterminated so that Germany
was what they considered "pure".
My brothers and I were working out in the forest
collecting mushrooms when they came the first time so
we weren't taken. I was 10 at the time and I was also
the oldest. Below me was Fritz and Johan who were
twins and 8 years old. Lastly Max who was 7.
When we came back from hunting mushroom and the
soldiers were gone mother didn't hesitate to sneak
through the forest to our neighbor's house who just
happened have daughters that were about our ages.
Of course as you can imagine our boy days were over
and we quickly became girls.
We had to live in the neighbor's potato cellar for a
long time while we were trained in the art of being
proper frauleins. Even with all of our very vocal
protests we were taught how to walk, talk and even sit
to pee like girls. If mother ever caught us standing
sitting was made all the more difficult.
The Nazi's came through often on their recruiting
efforts, and once or twice I was given a peck on the
cheek by a couple soldiers and told. "I will be back
and we shall make sweet love when I do return."
Mother knew they were serious and quickly grabbed one
of the Jewish boys we were hiding to train me in how
to offer affections to a man without giving myself
away.
He was sixteen years old and his name was Adar
Goldhammer. His nose was a little long from what I was
used to, but he had lovely black hair. Even more
lovely than any girls hair that I had ever seen. He
had high cheekbones and egregious blue eyes.
Yes my mother even taught us to appreciate men and how
beautiful they actually were even under all the
aggression. She told us often that no matter what we
had to be girls inside and out in order to survive.
Mom knew that my ass had to take the place of a girls
vagina so with the instructions of Adar she sent me to
my aunt's house where I was fitted with a new wooden
butt plug each and every week.
Each monday the plug's size was increased just a
little and I had to wear it whenever I wasn't having a
bowel movement. This of course stretched my ass hole
out training it to accept intrusions easily. I could
even eventually open and close my ass fully on demand.
Adar was wonderful. He didn't just grab me by the arm
and rape me. He courted me. He carefully kissed me
softly and sensually on the lips a couple times and
then gently pulled me to him hugging me and pecking my
lips a little longer each time.
Eventually he snuck his tongue in and started to slip
my dress over my head. With his hands under my dress
he played with my nipples which felt wonderful! I
didn't have breasts, but that was ok cause I was only
10.
It was then that I learned what a circumcised penis
looked like and I decided that it was far easier to
look at than my own. I liked seeing the head proudly
displayed like that. I eagerly and without even
knowing people even did such things, I took it into my
mouth. At first I just to relish in the way it felt in
my moth, but soon found myself traversing its length
in a feverish blowjob that even shocked Adar. I even
automatically swallowed his jets of cum. I just loved
it.
It wasn't long before I was in love with Adar and when
the resistance came for Adar he refused to go. He said
he would rather die than to leave me and I loved him
just as much.
Mom pulled me aside and said that if he stayed he was
risking death and that if I loved him I must tell him
to go with them.
That was the hardest day of my life and he and I cried
for hours before he was basically pulled from my arms.
"I'll be back." He cried until he was shoved in a
cargo crate. I cried for the rest of the night and a
few full days after that.
Every now and then when the resistance came by to take
whomever we were hiding at the time, they would hand
me a letter written by Adar. He would tell me how much
he missed me and his plans for after the war of taking
me as his "wife" but till then I was to do everything
mother told me to do no matter how badly I didn't want
to do it.
So that's exactly what I did. I was told by one
soldier that his company considered me to be the best
whore they ever had. I didn't know what a whore was,
but as long as I was passing as a girl I didn't care.
It wasn't long before my aunt dragged her daughter to
our house telling mom that because there were no men
of age in town I would have to breed with her daughter
or Eva would be too old to ever have children. Also
she didn't want Eva to mate with a Nazi. If Eva was
already pregnant a Nazi couldn't be the father.
My mother told her that I was a relative and that was
a risk, but aunt Hanna said that she never really
believed that bunk and reminded mother that not only
were their parents brother and sister, but that their
own brother fathered both of their kids. Meaning my
uncle Joseph was my own father.
Mother agreed and told me to take Eva to the davenport
and make her pregnant. Eva was no virgin because she
was actually a girl who was as busy as I was
"entertaining" the soldiers.
There was also no romance between us because I was
stead fast Adar's "girl" and she understood that. It
was however my first pussy and the feeling was
remarkable. Normally I was strictly the taker and not
the giver, but I quickly learned how to do the job I
was given.
Now, my town was extra good at keeping a secret, but
suddenly my services were requested by all the
birthing aged girls and women in town and even a few
other towns. I had not only become the town whore for
men, but also for the women in our town. Though it
wasn't just me. Eventually when my brother's had
started producing sperm they too became breeders.
I understand that there were a few other boys passing
as girls, but honestly I could never tell who they
were.
When the war was about over the town seemed constantly
pregnant or the women were all carrying baby and
toddler "girls" in their arms. I don't know how many
"girls" my brother and I fathered, but I will never
bother to try and find out.
After the war a few boys started playing in the
streets, but it was no secret or even considered
unacceptable that most boys couldn't get comfortable
dressing as boys.
In fact the beauty of boys was so missed during the
war that in our town and in many others around Germany
laws were passed allowing public nudism so that the
human body and mostly the male body could be displayed
proudly.
One day about a month after the war I was working on a
dress outside. I had just pricked my finger with a
needle when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned
around to find this handsome young man standing over
me. The sun was just over his left shoulder so I
couldn't see his face, but it didn't matter because I
knew exactly who it was.
I tossed the dress I was so carefully designing (I had
become a seamstress and a very popular one.) right in
the mud. I leaped in his arms and he carried me off to
his car.
Before he could start it though, my mother came
running out to the car and handed me some photos that
were taken before the war. "My son died in 1939." She
said with tears in her eyes. "But my beautiful
daughter replaced him." Then she handed me my own
infant son Adar junior and said. "Take care of my
grandson."
My love Adar took his new family and we moved to
Holland. Where I became officially Jewish and his
lawful wife. (I consider me his wife, but he calls me
his husband.)
Junior and I both had our Briths and bar mitzvahs on
the same days and we raised junior to be a strapping
young man and hardly ever made him wear cloths at
home. We decided that he should decide what to wear
and what sex to love. I'll let him tell that in his
own life story when or if he decides to.