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This is a work of original historical furry fiction written by me David Bennett. The people of historical significance that are referred to in this story is purely there to make the story go on. Any likeness to someone living or dead is purely by accident. All characters except for Wolfpac are ©Bennettworks: Wolfpac is © his owner and creator Kyle B. For more on Wolfpac, visit www.denofthewolf.net .

This story tends to contain very extreme themes. It contains homosexual content, man-boy love, and extreme sexual intercourse - as well as a concentration camp environment. If gay romance and erotica is not your thing, or if you are under the legal age, then take your cute little ass away from this page and scoot. Otherwise read on, unzip your fly and have a blast!

If you enjoy what you read, contact me, the author at [email protected] or [email protected] . I am taking commissions at this time.

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The three days in-between the visit with Fowler and the night they planned to make their escape were the longest that Zeke had ever had to endure. He couldn't even remember what day it was. He had to ask around and he found out it was May 1st, 1945. He had lost track of how long he had been gone, and how long he had been in the camp. It had to have been longer than 8 months, or could it have been? It must have been. From what Fowler had told them, indeed things were not going well for the Nazis. Zeke noticed executions happening almost 'round the clock. The Nazis were getting rid of all the ones they could before the Allies found them. Zeke himself wasn't quite sure what to think of the allies. They were trying to save them, but were they good? Zeke remembered hearing about the Normandy invasion a while back, and remembered hearing about how some of the Americans had shot Nazis that were trying to surrender. It was...unnerving.

It was the day they had planned on, and there was no coming back from that point. They were going to escape or die trying. Wolfpac and Zeke didn't care anymore, they had had enough.

When Dusk had fallen, everything was in place. Zeke and Wolfpac were in the Furnace room, watching the fires, and burning the remaining bodies. Because of how close Germany was to losing the war, Schmidt had ordered 4 bodies burned at a time. Work for the past 3 weeks hadn't been harder. The pair had exhausted themselves and were weaker than ever, but still stronger than the rest.

Zeke, ready for anything, had the hidden dagger down his pants and was ready for the inevitable visit of Schmidt. Wolfpac was ready as well, though he was hiding among the bodies, waiting...waiting.

"Hey - you ok?" Zeke whispered.

"Fine! Just stay on track" Wolfpac replied.

Zeke kept working, noticing that the bodies of the dead contained more and more simple deaths, like throats that were slit and hanged bodies. It was kind of gross, but something he had got used to.

Before long, the moment of truth came. Schmidt entered the Furnace room. He was dressed casually, as if he had plans to return to bed after his nightly urination. Schmidt walked in, and walked over to Zeke. Zeke looked up and stood face to face with the male he hated worse than anyone in the world. The pair stared the other down; no one was budging.

"It's your turn for a shower tomorrow. Barrack 9 is to report to the shower house at dawn." Schmidt informed.

Zeke turned and looked at the bodies, and turned away from him. "So...it's finally my time?" He asked softly.

"Forgive the pun," Schmidt began "But your number came up. I have waited a long time for this night. Zeke Von Hurstleburg's last night on this camp." He said with a laugh.

"Well there is one thing I don't understand." Zeke said. Schmidt moved in front of his field of vision, hugging his bathrobe a little.

"What? What don't you of all people understand?"

"I don't understand. Why gas me, when it would be far more poetic for you to kill me with that Mauser on your belt." Zeke said, pointing to the Mauser that never left Schmidt's side. Schmidt looked down, and nodded.

"You're right Von Hurstleburg. I did end the lives of Fritz, Milo, Ishmael, William, and Donna with this gun. I suppose that there is room for you on that list as well. First thing in the morning I will kill you." Schmidt said with a smile. The cold-hearted male then pushed past Zeke, and walked to the body pile, and opened his robe.

"Did you know...I fucked a female once?" Zeke said.

Schmidt turned around in disbelief. "You? I don't believe it. You're lying."

"No. You remember the lovely Anita from Dresden? The Gypsy?" Zeke asked. Schmidt looked down for a moment, as if he was shocked or scared. He gulped.

"How could I forget her? She was the one that I wanted more than anyone. She told me she was in love with a man that was far better than me. I would have never guessed it was you. What stopped you from staying straight? It might have saved you."

Zeke shrugged. "I just love men. I don't find any pleasure in women like you do. Oh, and I would be careful, the dead don't like getting pissed on." Zeke said as he pointed at the bodies. Under a body Wolfpac laid in wait, to surprise the bastard that was Schmidt.

"Whatever." Schmidt said as he turned around and started to urinate.

To his surprise, one of the arms of the dead bodies moved, and a fake voice of the dead groaned. "Don't piss on me!" It said.

"That the fuck?" Schmidt said, as he stepped back.

It was now or never. Zeke pulled the dagger from his pants, and charged Schmidt. He grabbed Schmidt from behind and put him in a chokehold with the knife in his other hand, held to his throat. At that moment, Wolfpac leaped from the bodies, and sprung forward. Wolfpac growled low and began to rocket uppercut punches into the exposed abdomen and chest of Schmidt. Schmidt groaned and was going to scream for help, but the knife at his throat kept him at bay. Wolfpac grabbed the Mauser and tossed it out of range. Next, Wolfpac ran to the doors and locked them with Schmidt's keys. They were barricaded in. Wolfpac then sauntered up and gave Schmidt a hard kick to his ribs. The kick was so strong that it sent Zeke back a few steps.

"How does it feel?" Wolfpac asked.

"Yeah, how do you like it? Welcome...to your own private hell Schmidt. It's time to pay for your sins. For I am Lucifer himself...and you have been judged unworthy." Zeke whispered into his ear.

"W-what are you going to d-do?" Schmidt groaned.

"First, we are going to teach you a lesson." Zeke said. "Get the ropes."

Wolfpac reached under the bodies and grabbed some ropes that he had hidden there. With the ropes, they tied Schmidt to the loader of a furnace, and stripped him naked. He was bent over, and incapable of defending himself. To gag him, they used the diseased underwear and a leather belt of a corpse to snap his muzzle shut.

Zeke and Wolfpac then stripped themselves naked. They had about two hours two finish, and that would be plenty of time.

The look on Schmidt's face was a look of question. He was wondering what the pair had in mind. Zeke and Wolfpac then looked at the other, as Zeke positioned himself behind Schmidt. Schmidt made a whimper of protest, but it was met with a punch to the tailbone by Wolfpac. Zeke laughed, and lifted Schmidt's tail.

"You want to know what life has been like for me? Well over the course of this hour you'll know. Imagine you have everything going for you, and then one night...you get raped." Zeke said.

Zeke had never raped anyone before, but for Schmidt he would gladly make an exception. Zeke rammed his cock deep into Schmidt, Schmidt groaned in pain, he would scream, but he was gagged so all it sounded like was a muffled murmur. Zeke was surprised at how good Schmidt's ass felt; it made him angry as well. Zeke took to humping hard, while Wolfpac started to carve something into Schmidt's back with the dagger. He carved something like:

Zeke and Wolfpac's bitch

While Zeke humped, Wolfpac went down and positioned himself so he forced Schmidt's cock into himself. Schmidt could do nothing but cry. The blood from his carving was cascading all over the place, but not that it mattered; it was common for the floors to get bloody.

"Hey Zeke, his cock isn't so bad! Just wait till you ride it!" He said.

"Nah, he doesn't deserve it." Zeke said after a particularly deep thrust.

For countless minutes it went like that, both forcing themselves upon Schmidt. When Schmidt was going to cum, Wolfpac pulled off and jacked him off. Nothing but a few drops came out.

"Damn Zeke! He's a dribbler!" Wolfpac muttered.

"Well I think he should be punished further, don't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Hold on though..." Zeke moaned as he rammed his knot in and ejaculated. He then did something that is the most painful thing any male can endure; he pulled his knot out while it was still full. He tore Schmidt apart. Schmidt fainted from the pain. Wolfpac traded spaces, and started humping at him as Zeke set to work under Schmidt.

He looked at Schmidt's cock, and held it. To Zeke, a cock was a symbol for everything that he was, but for some reason, this was one he didn't like. Zeke took the dagger, and inserted the tip into Schmidt's urethra. Schmidt shook his head and moaned in protest. Zeke growled and barked.

"This one is for Milo!"

It was like driving in a railroad spike. Schmidt screamed so loud he nearly broke the gag. When Zeke had drove it in with a punch, there was a large spray of blood, and of course...the scream. Zeke took the dagger and began to twist it and spin it. Schmidt fainted again.

"You going to cum soon?" Zeke asked.

"Yeah...just did actually." Wolfpac said as he pulled out a blood-covered organ. Zeke then removed the dagger, and removed Schmidt's testicles. More blood, and a muffled scream. Zeke held the useless nuts in his hand and he then untied Schmidt, and pried his mouth open, and forced him to swallow the useless thing.

Schmidt was in tears, and pain. He deserved it. Zeke looked at the drawing done on Schmidt's back, and decided to give him one for the front. This one as an elegant:

V H

Zeke looked at the elaborate carving of his initials, and decided to leave the Schmidt there after he lost consciousness. He seemed dead. Zeke collected the Mauser on the floor, and looked at it. He had so much hatred for it, but he needed it. The pair re-dressed in a hurry, and left Schmidt to die. The plan was being enacted. The moved their way towards the East exit of the Furnace room, and looked out. They saw their path was clear. They broke into a run, and ran towards a pair of buildings to where a pair of guards was guarding their path.

"Well, this is it." Zeke whispered.

"We go all the way." Wolfpac agreed.

"Sven and Marcus." Zeke observed as the guards stood there. Zeke looked down at the Mauser in the front of his pants. He may need it later.

Zeke and Wolfpac kept time, and when Sven and Marcus turned around to leave, they broke into another run and ran past them. The guards didn't even hear a thing. Zeke and Wolfpac then rolled under the warehouse by hiding in an air vent. There were several guards that would stand there until around 11 and then they would disperse. Zeke hugged Wolfpac tight, who hugged him even tighter.

"I don't want to lose you." Zeke mumbled as he hugged him there.

"Nor I." Wolfpac whispered back.

The pair rested there, and on cue, when an officer noted the time, the guards all left. The coast was clear as the pair ran to the open door of the Shower House. They snuck their way to the other door where the guard Van Kent was waiting. The guard bent over to tie his boots sooner than the pair expected, and the pair had to run once again.

When they reached the workhouses, they heard the neurotic footsteps of Sergeant White. Zeke had to catch his breath and remember how to deal with White. He remembered he could distract him with a stone. When White came closer Zeke picked up a stone, and threw it. White shouted something, and ran after it. Zeke and Wolfpac ran now towards the enormous body pile, and began to climb it. They could smell the disease, and hoped they didn't catch anything.

Then, something happened that no one expected. There was a live body in the pile. When Zeke stepped on it, it screamed and called for help.

"Fuck!" Zeke whispered.

"HEY! ESCAPEES!" Someone shouted. Zeke and Wolfpac hurried their way over the bodies. A light was shone on them, and they heard the sounds of guns cocking. Rather than take up extra time, the pair let themselves roll down the pile to the bottom.

They were out! They were outside the camp, but now they would have to run. The pair started to run towards what they figured was Gooseberry Hill.

"HALT!" A voice shouted. They looked behind and saw three Nazis chasing them armed with 30.6's. Zeke pulled out the Mauser and took aim at one and fired a few shots, taking him out. The officer's then began to fire. Zeke put the gun back in his pants and ran. He could see the truck not that far away. He might make it!

And then...he was hit.

The bullet tore through his right lung, and he fell to his knees in pain. Wolfpac followed next with a shot in his stomach. Zeke rolled over and returned fire with the Mauser. The other two officers' fell in no time. The little Mauser was quite the little bloodthirsty weapon. Zeke put it in his pocket, and struggled to breathe. The pain was more than any he had felt.

"Wolfpac?" He coughed.

"Zeke?" He groaned.

"Are we hit?"

"Yeah...I d-don't think I'll make i-it."

Zeke was no more than 20 feet from the truck. It was at that moment that he realized something. It would take all the strength of one of them just to turn the crank. One person wasn't going to make it.

"Get in the truck...I'll crank it...and then drive away."

"NO! You do it...you got to live Zeke!" Wolfpac cried.

"I..."

The Mauser was pulled off of him and he held it. "I have to hold them off."

"I love you though...let me do it..." Zeke pled.

"I do too...that's why I am giving you my life as well." He mumbled as he crawled over to the truck. Zeke stood, and tried to breathe. It was impossible. Zeke staggered his way into the truck, and saw that Wolfpac was turning the crank. Zeke knew Wolfpac would die out here, but he couldn't accept that.

The truck rumbled to life, and he was about to put the truck in gear before a hand was clasped on his shoulder. He turned and saw an enormous figure there, with Wolfpac on his shoulder. He tossed Wolfpac onto his lap, and looked down at them. Zeke couldn't tell who it was.

"T-thanks!" Zeke said as he started to pull away.

"Any time Zeke." Came the voice of Fowler.

Fowler had saved Wolfpac's life.

* * *

For 5 hours Zeke drove, trying to keep Wolfpac alive by holding his wound, and his own. Zeke was driving down a road he didn't know. He was having a hard time driving as well. He was dyeing, and so was his love Wolfpac.

"Where are we?" Wolfpac croaked.

"I don't know." Zeke coughed.

"Am I going to die?" Wolfpac asked somberly.

"You don't seem to be bleeding, and neither do I, but we won't last much longer." Zeke informed.

The pair drove at reckless speed, looking for any semblance of a town. The road in front of Zeke was getting blurry, and he was getting tired. Zeke pulled into a thick wood and looked around. He could have sworn he heard more cars. He headed towards them, not sure weather or not it was wise. When Zeke looked forward, he came out onto another road, and caught only a brief glimpse of a jeep on his left before it struck him, and sent the truck over on it's side, and the pair flying.

Zeke landed hard on his right arm, breaking it. He landed and was looking up. The sun was rising. The sky was a wonderful shade of pink, just the shade of his badge. He looked up, and started to close his eyes. He was ready to die.

"Hey, get the Docs out here. We have casualties!" Came a voice. The thing was, it wasn't German, and it was English. Zeke didn't know much English, only the song that Donna had taught him. Before long, he did the only thing he could and started to sing Dixie, to get their attention and to let them know he was alive.

A male leaned down. He was dressed in a green uniform and had a helmet on. Zeke didn't recognize anything on him at all. "Hold still, I'm going to help you." The male said. The male was a collie, and had on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. Zeke couldn't understand what the male had said, but assumed he was a doctor by the Red Cross on his helmet. That was a universal sign.

"Wolfpac...he's hurt...too..." Zeke said in German. The male looked over and saw Wolfpac lying on his side. Another doctor was tending to him. The collie said something to Zeke about him being helped, but Zeke couldn't understand. Zeke slowly passed out after the male started to work on his arm.

* * *

"1110624?" Came an unknown voice in German. Zeke had been asleep. He felt like shit. Zeke opened his eyes, and let them focus. There was a large group of collies around them. Zeke looked up and saw that they had to be Americans. It made sense. He gulped, and looked at them.

"Can he speak?" Said one whose uniform shirt was opened, revealing a dirty white undershirt and dog tags. That Collie had a symbol of a gold leaf on his green shirt on the collar. Zeke hadn't a clue what it meant. The one to his side had three chevrons. The rest had one. He assumed the one with the gold was the important one.

"Yes sir," The male began in English. "Looks like he was shot in the back by Nazi's when he tried to escape. I'm amazed he survived a 30.6 wound to the lung. The other too!" He said.

"Escaped? From where?" Officer asked as he looked down at Zeke, wagging his tail.

"Where did you escape from?" The male to his right asked. Zeke looked at him and was amazed he knew how to speak German.

"I escaped from Auschwitz." He answered. The male answered and turned and repeated the answer in English to the one with the gold leaf. The one with the gold leaf looked shocked. He nodded and walked closer.

"We are taking you out of here. We are going to take you and your friend here somewhere safe." The one with the gold leaf said kindly. The Male to his right translated. Zeke nodded.

"What are your names?" Zeke asked politely. The translator smiled and pointed to himself.

"Sergeant Jefferson," He began, then turning and pointing to the one with the gold leaf. "Major Pierce." He answered.

"Thank...you..." Zeke said in his best English.

"You're welcome." Pierce said softly. "Jefferson, get these two loaded into one of the Jeeps and take them to the refugee camp. We are sending them to New York to be safe."

"What about that Gypsy woman we found? Her too?"

"Yes. We are sending all 3 to New York on the troop ship to be safe."

Zeke had no clue what the pair was saying, but he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Zeke slept, he had a strange dream that he was on a jeep, and the taken across the sea on a ship. It was crazy. The crazier thing was when he woke up, and was in a strange place. He was in a hospital. He looked about, and saw a long row of beds; Wolfpac was next to him on his left. He sighed happily and laid his head down. All around female nurses were tending to the refugees. Zeke was in a hospital gown, and his Auschwitz uniform was folded up next to him on a chair. Outside, he could hear the sounds of cars honking, and people talking. He wondered where he was.

"Miss?" He called one of the nurses. One of the nurses turned around. She was giving someone a shot when she said she'd be with him in a moment in near-perfect German. Zeke lay down on the comfy bed, and cuddled into it. It was the most comfortable thing he had laid on in ages.

Another nurse walked over to Zeke, and started to take his vitals. She also spoke near-perfect German. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

Zeke thought about it, he felt fine really. He could breathe, and his arm was sore from the break, but that was to be expected. His arm was in a cast, and he had an IV in the other arm. He smiled and said he felt fine.

"Well that's good, because you have a pair of visitors!" The nurse said as she stood and walked to a door at the end of the room. The door opened and a tall and sleek woman entered. She was in a Gypsy's dress, and was carrying a baby that had to be about 8 months old. Zeke looked up and his jaw dropped. It was Anita. She walked over and sat down on the chair next to him. Zeke burst into tears and couldn't believe it.

"Anita! You're alive!" He said amongst the tears.

"Yes I am Zeke." Came her husky, accented voice.

"My god where have you been?" He asked her.

"I hid in your flat for a while, and watched over the boys. They even helped me deliver the baby. It wasn't until the Allies came through that they found me."

"The boys? Are they ok?" Zeke asked, becoming worried.

"They boys are fine and live with me. I raised all 3 of these boys."

Zeke looked at the baby. It was cute little thing. However, something struck him. It had German Shepard markings and the body of a jackal. He looked at her and couldn't speak. He gaped and she leaned in, and said, "Can you hold him?"

Zeke supposed he could, and he took the baby into his arms. The baby was sleeping, and was sucking in his tail. Zeke used to do that when he was a baby...so he was told. The baby was so warm, and so innocent. Zeke started to cry a little. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

"He's...he's..." Zeke began.

"Yes Zeke, he's ours. Right after you disappeared, I found out I was pregnant. I tried to find you to tell you, but I couldn't. So, I stayed behind. He knows all about you Zeke. He loves his daddy, and he loves his brothers."

"I...I..." Zeke choked out. "What's his name?"

"I left that to his daddy to figure out. I bet you have a good one."

At that time, Zeke could only think of one name. "His name is...his name is..."

"It's ok Zeke, we'll have plenty of time for that later. So, this male here is your new mate?" She asked.

"Yes." Zeke answered.

"Well. I can't wait to hear your story."

"You don't have to...here it is."

And Zeke told her the story. Everything from his time with Ishmael, to his great escape. Zeke was safe now; safe in a place where he would be accepted, and surrounded by ones he loved. Never again would he have to worry about Nazi's or someone named Schmidt. No...he was free.