My War by Major Hermann Littman.  
 

The Camp was not as expected, it was situated on a steep wooded Valley the modern buildings had been built as a sanatorium for the rich, and from the grounds the lake from the Grosser Ostvasser dam, which provided our electricity could be seen shimmering away into the distance. A small branch railway built for making the Dam also had sidings and a platform within our perimeter, and many times I ordered the crew to let me drive the tiny steam engine down to the junction and back for some fun.

We were a labour camp, providing workers, unskilled, for tree felling for war works, we had 30 private soldiers, all casualties like myself, none A1 fit, some also did dog handling, a few NCOs and a considerable number of Kapos or trusted prisoners, mainly Slavs, who kept order with sticks and small knives. The work parties were usually 100, working in teams of 10, sometimes 20 to a log, the work was hard but honest, and it was a pleasure to see fat bloated office workers get a healthy glow to their skin and see their fat guts shrink to true fitness, work was from dawn to dusk, but in winter we often used moonlight to extend the day and get a reasonable amount of work done. We made pit props for the mines, and telephone poles for the front, and timber for our own fences and of course for our heating. 

My quarters were in the main building, the third floor yet the ground rose so steeply I had a little bridge leading to a little garden of my own, with a Kennel and a dog run, I had Bedroom, a WC and bath in, the corner behind a curtain, and Sitting room with easy chairs and also Dining Table and also a small kitchen. Large cupboards were also a feature, as I said I had views across the compound as my quarters went from front to rear of the building so entry was from a stairwell from below. 

My Rank entitled me to second in command status but Willi insisted the NCOs do the running and we just "help" occasionally. 

Willi would help by greeting arrivals in one of his best uniforms, asking if there were any complaints and when a complaint was made he would draw his Luger and try for a centre forehead shot, he seldom missed and complaints rapidly ceased. 

Our arrivals needed careful processing, for someone, even an untermenschen, to change from one day sitting on his arse, to within a week working usefully pulling tree trunks up and down mountainsides, is a big change, I liked to bring them to the reception room, and let them shower in the hot water, I would take a Corporal and 5 soldiers usually as a back up, then a few Kapos would bring the intakes luggage in.

"Rest Gentlemen I would then suggest as long striped nightshirts would be handed out, "through here" the Bunkhaus had rows of bunks and they would quietly file each to a bunk and lie down .  By this time their clothes and luggage had been thoroughly sorted, the boots only remaining and the rest to the store room taken.

The next morning a meal of Muesli and warm milk, served at 9 O'clock, by 10.30 all are doubled in agony as the laxative works and diamonds, money stuffed in condoms, gold, even Swiss watches emerge from their hiding places up their fat arses onto the concrete floor, By 12 the party are work ready, in their Boots and shirts, and groups of 10 pull the rail trucks up the siding and to the loading point, to begin with all is well and I suggest nice songs they may sing but they tire and sticks are needed like when a racehorse needs a whip to help it win, that night the untermenschen usually sleep under the stars like boy scouts but without tents.

The next morning we have a physical exam, our surgeon checks their genitals and if they are aroused by this they are sent to room B while all others go to room A, eyesight is checked, eyeglasses are stored away for safety, teeth, any with gold fillings are removed for safety as untermenschen will kill each other for a gold tooth,  In Room B our psychologist asks questions regarding sexuality and if Homosexuality is confirmed, and vacancies are available, such  join our black gang, for latrine duties and such, I vacancies are not available some may be admitted to the infirmary for treatment.  The usual treatment involves getting Jo our surgeon to remove the penis and sew up the wound leaving a small hole for urine, Jo can usually do this in 10 minutes   

Once the intake has been checked they are detailed to various gangs, leg irons are fitted to the pulling gangs and we try very hard to match physiques as closely as possible. 

We have a small number of Women here, they are not strong enough for the log work, but Jo is a great experimented and often requests a further small batch.   

I remember one transport, we had 40 women coming, the Kapos were excited as we had promised them any leftovers, anyway, the men were sent for processing and we led the Women through the main reception to the lounge where we served cocktails, pretty soon they were asking for the Lavatory, "You must wait here , I am sorry" then the farting and brown stains down legs "You are disgusting" said Willi,  "We invite you to our house and you shit in it, the laxatives working their magic, the haul of necklaces, diamonds, watches fell from their arse pockets, "behave like animals live like Animals" and Willi ordered them to a bare shed for he night. Next day they shuffled obediently to the shower room where they washed and gratefully accepted our standard green dresses and sandals, Willi addressed them" now we need some good ladies to comfort the workers, Guards perhaps, anyone wish to help with dogs," two hands rose, two a matched pair, perhaps 19 years old, "excellent, two dog-girls, Ponies, anyone like ponies" four more hands older mid twenties perhaps "or a servant, should I say slave,"  The Corporal motioned the Volunteers forward, " please mark D for Dog and H for horse on their hands" said Willi, "Littman do you see anything you fancy."

The most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes stared at me,  "Yes, that one," I pointed, "may I see" "Never" she spat, "Yes sold" I laughed, "No one else" said Willi,  "Ok Littman and I will stand Guard, you have 10 minutes then the Kapos turn, Our comrades placed their rifles tunics and weapons on the bench behind us, followed by boots and trousers, and in every way ready for action selected their chosen partner and the passion commenced, a sad looking woman stood by, 35 years perhaps plain of feature and unfancied, I advised her gently, "I should take the dress off now to stop the Kapos tearing it off " she shook but did as I said " And get yourself excited it will be much less painful" Within 20 minutes our comrades were dressed  properly like soldiers again and we formed up to march out, "come on slave," I called and Hazel eyes joined me, "Clothes off, Slaves don't wear clothes," I whispered, she hit me, I grasped the garment firmly, the dress tore neatly a designed from neck to hem and across the shoulders, fluttering uselessly to the ground, "Come on" 

We handcuffed "Hazel's" hands behind her back and put her in my kitchen, I found a dog collar and lead and attached it to a bolt in the kitchen floor.

My friends left, I straddled her back running my hands through her hair, "It will make a lovely wig tomorrow," I said "I shall shear you myself, will you like that" "No please" "Your Tits are saggy, you will not need tits, I shall have them taken away" she sobbed "please my family have money, I will pay" "No my dear, money is no use here, just you and me," A rap on the door" Herr Major, you must come the Kapos,"  "OK I must dress 10 minutes", she looked puzzled, "It may be a joke, Turn over" she turned and I grabbed some cotton and a needle and as she screamed I quickly but untidily sewed her labia lips together. "For the best" 

It was like a bloodbath, Albert, an experienced Kapo was lying trouserless in a pool of blood, flowing from where his penis should have been, "You  Idiot, Take the teeth first, How are you, he lifted his penis, it hung by a thread, "Sorry" I shot him through the forehead,  the cares of the world deserted him and his spirit left for another place, A large matronly cow had a mouth full of blood, "Hold her" I had some Swiss precision end cutter pliers and within a minute a full set of teeth glowed yellowy among the blood on the floor, "Its not hard" now watch, I placed a chair leg at the back of her mouth where the back teeth had been and with a swift movement brought my rifle butt up against the point of her jaw,  Snap, her jaw flopped open vertically, "now why oh why did you not do that in the place first?" "Any more for teeth."

"Yes, Please," three ladies with perfect teeth asked me to help them, It was the work of a few minutes and the transformation from Receptionist or secretary to whore was sensational,  The fat cow just stood smashed jaw swinging," Put her with the men," "Do you want any of these?" I asked the Kapos "Ja those suckers they chuckled" Ok take them and put the spares in hut 4. 

Hazel was sobbing, "Your friend, He, He, My arse" "Yes I thought so, good job I sewed you up, Bitch bit a Kapos Prick off, right off, I will do your teeth tomorrow. Sleep well" 

Next morning I took Hazel to the stores black Bra, stockings suspender belt, knee boots, one black one red, dog collar and a webbing belt. I secured her arms behind her with handcuffs and loaded the days rations in to her belt, "Come on" we hurried to the worksite, her hair was a mess so I took my comb and combed it for several minutes till it shone, I wiped the tears from her eyes and applied mascara and bright red whore lipstick , finally as the work detail approached I carefully removed the stitches from her labia and inserted my gloved finger, a hundred eyes bulges, I squeezed a rock hard nipple "They all want you, but you are mine."

She shocked me "I am no ones, You must claim me, I am a Virgin" I kissed her neck, and as the last men passed  I dragged her on the lead to a little clearing with views over the lake where I threw down a small blanket and lowered my trousers, she looked so available and although the membrane was a challenge we soon entered into the rhythm of love, "Do you love me" she asked."
"No but that was a pleasant fuck, Come on and let the juices flow down your leg, let the boys see you are mine" and like star crossed lovers or a boy and his dog we happily walked home.  Hazel soon got used to her place, she lived in the kennel and served me when I needed it. 

There was a later transport of 10 women for the Kapos but they were OK and they joined the spares in Hut 4, one was odd, perhaps 16 she was heavily pregnant, alone with no mother yet shunned by the other women,  I found her one inspection, "What have we here" she came forward, "Sir" "A child bride. when is it due, " She sobbed "Sir what will happen to my Baby, the women say It will go for adoption, to Russia" "Hush Child" I said, "I am an Officer and can not tell a lie, do you trust me," she nodded "Then the baby will be killed and fed to the dogs, are you reassured" Her wide eyed expression betrayed her. "Are you cold and hungry" she nodded, "The others" I stopped her, "Tomorrow".

Next day I took her to the stores, 2 brassieres a thick dress Fur coat, jewellery ,it cost 4 cigarettes, and back to the Hut 4, Her ,me and 4 guards. I set a loaf of bread on the table, cut a thin slice buttered it, added a large blob of jam and handed it to her, "You eat first this time" she ate about 8 slices washed down with apple juice, The others looked on with searing hatred as she had eaten more than half their entire ration, "Now this little lady comes first, Understand" The food was too rich, she started to vomit, "Clean it up", I ordered "What with" asked a surly cow "That rag you are wearing" ,I pulled my gun," Now" she did as told and soon the green dress was streaked with vomit, "Wipe her arse while you are at it, and congratulations you are the new shit lady, wipe your arses on her from now on" he guards laughed as the cow slowly dressed leaving streaks of vomit in her hair and on her face. 

The Child /Mother was Ingrid, her father was an Officer  but the mother an untermenschen, they had divorced as required by the army, but the mother tried to live as a bourgeoisie instead of continuing to live with the former husband as a servant as many had done. It seemed Ingrid had given comfort, albeit unwillingly, to a Soldier on leave from the eastern front. 

I sought out Jo our surgeon, "You know," I said "We had a foal at home, she was just like that pregnant one, Innocent, I rather wonder if we might find an experiment or job for it, after the birth, we must allow our people to practice the birth, It is a rare opportunity."

"Ja " said Jo, "I too like animals, I am making two dogs and four horses now, I have long term permission for 10 experiments, my old dog is not a success it will have to go, but the others, well it will be fun," "The dog" "Ja, It should walk on four legs, Human dogs walk Arse high, no good, I amputate at knee, much better, also front leg walk on knuckle, very painful so I take off fingers and top joint of thumb, smooth off and make good job."

"My God you are a clever fellow," I congratulated him  "The new dogs how are they,"

"I amputate tomorrow perhaps" . An Idea formed.   

I sought out Willi, "the Unters grow disrespectful, I have a plan, shall we have a Kapo contest tomorrow. "Kapo contest," "yes any volunteers at appell tomorrow shall show their loyalty, we need 2 possibly, and Jo needs to amputate some doggie parts, let the Kapo cadets prove themselves" Willi grinned, Yes and we have stocks to put them in already, yes set it up, I shall enjoy .   We set a stage in front of the saluting dais and put the stocks on it, then at roll call, appell,  The Sergeant asked for volunteer Kapos, Four came forward,  "A little test" the Dog girls walked to the stage, the Sergeant motioned them to the Stocks, they sat legs secured above the knee, Arms at the wrist, A soldier held a blazing blow lamp, The kapo cadet approached uncertainly, "Fingers then leg, left one" the Sergeant handed him a Shining Wood axe, "We should split the Sergeants head and save the Girl" said Willi "It is strange they look so similar yet have no moral code"  Chop, Chop, The crowd howled the girl screamed a quick blast from the blow lamp staunched the flow of blood, and four fingers and a lower leg littered the stage, "Next" the next Cadet Vomited but expertly severed the right leg and fingers. "Next" "Next" 2 more and the other girl was transformed,  Willi shouted "Dogs" and Liebermann, brought 4 matching black Rottweilers to centre stage, the sergeant tossed each one a tasty lower leg, "leave the fingers and shoot any Unter who steals them to eat. 

The Girldogs were whisked away. "Pick 2 teams", the Kapo Cadets paired ff, Heads or tails, "Heads" shouted one "To the death then" , the sergeant threw the pair an axe each and they attacked each other, unbelievable "God any human would have attacked the unarmed ones," giggled Willi,  the blades flashed, A skull split a Hand severed, "Halt", shouted Willi, "why attack your team mates you are no good now, rejoin your friends", and Turning to the other two, "Welcome, you will be found good boots, a coat, a Woman, do your duty and get your reward", now join your new comrades," and they walked to the Kapo ranks in silence. This meant work started an hour late so we left several gangs in the forest overnight for an early start, they huddled together like dogs or sheep, it was very interesting to observe  

I had a bad bout of the schits, We found the Kapo cooks had pissed in the soup vat, we had them all shot instead of trying to find the bad apple. Luckily the Soldiers were fine yet we officers were unable for two minutes to be away from the Shithausen.
It was nearly a week before my guts were good and I was able resuming duties to be.

I visited Jo, the dog girls were fine, I looked into their room through the large observation windows and could see he had expertly refashioned their knee joints as paws, they belled out not straight like to add false limb , and the finger stubs were healed also, they wore tiny leather boots on their back paws, and scampered around on all fours, "They are learning" said Willi, "They keep trying to walk on back legs but I have made a domed foot surface so this they cannot easily do. They still wore regulation green dresses, "Why have the dogs dresses" "Ah" he said "My friend, we need for them a docile temperament, not a guard dog, a lapdog so, we take care, legs and fingers was big shock, I will be gentle, then they will make good pets. 

"Ah the Child /mother" I asked " She is ready to calve, will you watch ," "Yes" "then please I ask this, If you agree we do experiment, 2 experiment, number one we see if we can milk her like cow, I have breast pumps, and two, well she is young, adaptable, I think if we get out the calf and insert something to keep the cunt open we can perhaps train her to fuck a Donkey, or easily fuck a whole fist , but I need spacers" "Spacers"" yes 10,12 maybe 16 cm," "Hollow" "Yes wooden slightly bigger at end than middle" "Varnished Wood?" "Yes no splinters, "  "I shall get them made tonight and rushed to the Workshops, my guards following.  The fat engineer was not happy to have extra work but his fat little prick bulged and the front of his shirt became sticky so he clearly understood. "I Consider it an Honour Herr Major , They will be drying by morning, I cannot speed the varnish, but they will be ready but wet by sun up.  

Little Ingrid's waters broke two days later and Jo and I supervised as two privates training for first aid extracted the calf ,  "a girl " shouted a private wrapping a filthy rag around the tiny body, he cleaned some of the slime then tossed it through the open doorway where Liebermann waited with the dogs, A brief fight and all was divided and consumed, the placenta also. Swiftly Jo chose a spacer, "16.5" he announced and carefully forced it into place preventing the tunnel contracting then he wiped Little Ingrid's brow with a rag , "It is over my sweet you can forget now, we shall see if you have milk for us" and tenderly connected the breast pumps to he nipples. I turned to leave "Thank you, most informative" I shook Jo by the hand. 

I had a spot of  leave due but my slave was a problem, I did not want to sew her up in case  poisoned her yet could not risk some diseased Untermenschen infecting her. Jo had an Idea, "Rings, put rings through her labia lips an arse lips then you can put a chain and padlock through and let her live with her own kind for a while, yet keep her disease free," "Will you do it now" " Ja my pleasure,  I allowed the slave to sit in a chair clothed, Jo came, Kissed her hand, smiled at her and within seconds the first rings were in place, soldering them was an art, just enough heat plate to protect the flesh heat sink  but soon was done and she had a nice chain holding her shut and stopping anything going up the arsehole secured with a huge padlock, it must have weighed 1 kg, and she had to support the weight when she walked,  "Stay here tonight then perhaps you work in forest "I said.

My leave I spent with Uncle Gustav on the Baltic, swimming and helping with the harvest, my leg was bad but I could still drive a horse and Cart.  I had a medical also but I was a C category and unfit even for to command my beloved Panzer Mk4 Tank, I was a "Combat Liability" so it was back to the Camp.

I was soon back in the swim, I went to see Jo in the infirmary, There were malingerers as always and I helped Jo persuade them they were fit again with my pistol, afterwards, Jo handed me a small bottle, "Drink" he said It was wonderful sweet milk, "Ingrid?" "You old Bastard" I chided him, "and her cunt"" she is in severe discomfort but painkillers taint the milk so we put her in mental cell to drown sounds, but I think will be all right".

"What happened to the Ponygirls?"  I asked, "Oh my friend, You must see", he led on down to the basement, where a number of stalls ad been created like stables, the floor was tiled with ceramic tiles and the place stunk of disinfectant and shit, "We have Prancer and Dancer ,and Donner and Blitzen, they are ready for to start training",  he opened a stable door, "Donner meet herr Major", a vision of equine beauty in flesh and leather bowed low, and whinnied basically like a horse, "She says Hello, I do a little something to the Vocal Chords, I have not done the faces yet, but they are awkward if one changes too much too soon,  see the breasts, where a horse has breasts, and indeed the breast sacs were below her waist, I altered the cartilages she has chest of a man with tits at her waist, all four have, It suddenly struck me she had no arms, just a polished wooden knob on the end of each shoulder, "Ponies don't need arms, when we play Ponies before the war we had to lash ladies arms behind their back very unsatisfactory, no this is better.

"Watch out" Jo warned as a stream of piss emerged from Donner's lower regions, "I sew them up, avoid disease, but horses are not house trained are they so for realism I sever a nerve or two, she communicates by stamping her foot, do you like being a Horse" he asked  1 stamp " would you rather be an untermenschen again 2 stamps, he slapped her rump and we turned to leave, "You must help me train them sometime" 

The Doggirls came on nicely, Jo did their vocal chords and after a day or two they were real good at growling and whining, but I thought they would miss talking to each other, "The next part is very hard for them, I have a special mixture for their food, soon they will need to piss quite often and shit, it is an acid and the change or damage is permanent but it is sort of the final transition from near Human to Animal, I sometimes cut the sphincter muscles and make the bladder smaller but this works probably better.

Jo brought the Doggirls to see me, within 10 minutes one was looking anxiously for the lavatory, she opened the door, Jo dragged her out, "No Garden" and she trotted across my little bridge and behind the kennel, This was no good, I went and shut the gate behind the Kennel so when the other needed to wee she remained in sight, "still Clothed" I asked, yes their tits hang too low, I will have them off tomorrow. 

A week later and Jo brought he girls again, tight black leather shirts fastened to the neck tucked into a broad belt round their waist and then just boots, their tits gone forever and their sex for all to see, they looked so cute as they hurried along on their leashes, stopping frequently to piss. 

We found Hazel, my old slave, her beauty and spirit gone, the Doggirls came too "Will you have this done and live as my dog" "I prefer to die" she said. That night we took her to the Mortuary where some of Jo's failures remained frozen, we showed her the various options which Jo wished to try again.  "Herr Major", she called "may I be your dog" "No" I said "I like the way you used lock your feet behind my neck when we fuck, you shall be my slave" and gave the orders. She looked so relieved so beautiful, "You must learn to shit and piss when ordered, and walk on your hands and knees when I wish for a dog, and to bark like dog, you will do this for me, in exchange for your life yes".

She threw off her dress and tucked he feet by her arse and scurried around growling and pissed on the doorframe, she grinned lie a naughty puppy, how could I resist, and my trousers were soon down and her padlock undone, and I was fucking her.

"Oh Major I missed you so much" She said.
I chided her, "You are to provide my pleasure not be pleasured yourself"
"But Major are you not the Fuckmeister, the best, does it not please you for me to tell you how wonderful I feel".  She had once again me wrapped around her little finger.
She convinced me the Huge Padlock spoiled her doggy looks so I got from Town a smaller five lever lock for her.

After three weeks training she could shit on command, bark like a dog yet also talk, she took to sleeping with me, after sex, in my bed, but she would curl up like a naughty pet, waiting for me to fuck her, and in the day would type letters for me, I had made a stool  with a cut away seat so she could piss in a bucket as she typed, If I ordered it and she cooked me delicious meals, I locked her cunt every day with the chains to protect her, she was a wonderful pet. I kept her too long perhaps but I always was too soft hearted.

Jo was very proud of Ingrid, one morning he had her on stage at appell and did conjuring tricks from between her legs he took handkerchiefs and watches and a gerbil and as a finale he had her lift her skirt so all could see his fist going up her cunt, then he demonstrated milking her, the milk shot 10cm into a pail, the Unters were unimpressed ,this was normal for them perhaps but our people were wide eyed, and she looked so angelic as she waddled from the stage.  Next on were the Doggirls, they were used to being naked below the waist and they just pissed and shit when they needed like other animals, they could sort of communicate with each other as well, but for Jo's final experiment they were not prepared, they cold not climb the stage so strong arms assisted and then they were secured to the floor with a hook linking into their collar, next Liebermann brought his best Doberman, it tasted the red hair Doggirls cunt, then the brown, settling for brown his enormous shaft slid swiftly but extremely painfully inside her, she screamed, the second Dog had no choice and rapidly claimed doggirl two, Liebermann was ecstatic, "He did it, he fucked one"

The Girls went to live with the Dobermans for several weeks but much to Jo's disappointment failed to get pregnant. I told Hazel about this, "I wonder what a Dog is like" she muttered.  Within 10 minutes Liebermann had delivered a third Doberman and Hazel, realised her folly, but with my pulling her labia apart and Liebermann's encouragement the deed was done.  They spent the night in the kennel.

Next day Hazel was on the floor wanking with a teapot brush,  "I must clean myself for you Herr Major."
I chastised her "You were pleasuring yourself."
"No I must remove all trace of dog " she insisted.
"Come here" I ordered her and after kissing her mouth and dropping my pants I cleansed her cunt with a good stream of pure piss.
"You are my everything Meister," I owe you everything" she admitted. 

Ingrid was a problem, she was on rations for 20 now her milk yield was going well and as such resented by her kind, sometimes I borrowed her for milking, one time she started crying, "Herr Major, You are my friend, please my tits they are so heavy it pains me," "Silly girl I will see Herr surgeon," and so it was. a quick snip of the supporting cartilage and the tits flopped below her waist so she could easily carry one in each hand, unfortunately she could no longer walk with he cunt spreader in place, yet neither could we allow the orifice to close without risk to the experiment.  We had her hair braided and a nice straw boater hat but her shape defeated our tailors so once she was naughty and removed her cunt spreader, we decided she should wear a long sleeve shirt shortened to show the belly button and nothing below, but she looked so pretty, but unattainable, unless one were hung like a donkey,  I had her a Dildo stool and Dildo wheelchair made and she was so grateful. I would see her bouncing up and down on he stool enjoying herself she would lay her tits on the table to relieve the weight and bounce or get someone else to lift her up and down, it was like seeing a cow pleasuring itself in the field.  

To be continued.  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 

Major Hermann Littman. 

Kapo 

Untermenschen 

Willi C/O   Major General Wilhelm Fartz 

"Hazel" 

Ingrid 

Liebermann