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The Wolves of Berlin

Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Death, Exhibitionism, First Time, Horror, Lesbian, Monster, Murder, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

egg and now, without warning, it had broken open. "So you want me to kill it?” "No," said the Jesuit, "I want you to run away." Bethanie scoffed. "What about my family Oath?" "The Oath is the reason you have to leave. You’re the last Chastel. If you die, that will be the end. Your responsibility it to preserve the bloodline." Bethanie wanted to reach through the partition and grab the priest. "You want me to run off and have babies rather than fight?" "Yes." Bethanie laughed. "You don't know how dangerous a thing this is," said the Jesuit. "All the more reason to kill it." "And what if it's one of our own?" Bethanie paused. "It killed Heiliger," the Jesuit said. "Perhaps that was a coincidence, but perhaps not. It could be one of your own compatriots." "It could even be you." "Now you're using your head," said the Jesuit. "Could you kill me, if you had to?" "I could kill anyone if I had to." The Jesuit sounded sad. "This isn’t the life you should have. I can help get you out of France. The best thing for all of us is for you to forget the war and just live." When Bethanie said nothing the priest sighed. "I didn’t think you’d listen to reason. Still, I had a responsibility to try. Here." She heard a rustle as a bulky enveloped passed through the gap. When she opened it, six bullets tumbled into her palm. "Made from silver smelted from holy icon of Saint Columba of Rieti," the Jesuit said. "They should be quite effective." "Yes, but..." "What is it?" "These are the wrong kind: ... My Beretta takes .35s. These are too big. Do you know how hard it is to find another gun in Paris these days, how much it costs?" There was a pause. Bethanie realized, gradually, that the priest was embarrassed. "I didn‘t think. The man who made them, I just told him to...I can't get more. Even getting those meant--" "Never mind," Bethanie side. She put the bullets back into the envelope and slid it into her bag. "How will I know when I've found the person I'm looking for?" "Only God knows that. Although if I were you, I‘d worry that he‘ll find you first." The partition slid shut. Bethanie tasted something metallic at the back of her throat. She swallowed it. The sun was disappearing when she left. The meeting had taken longer than it should have. She peddled like mad, but there was no point; she would never make it back to her flat before dark. Curfew violations were serious these days. In the old days you could trust a sympathetic policeman to let you off with a warning (especially if you pretended to cry, or if you were pretty, or if they mistook you for a German because you were blonde), but these days the traitors were getting eager to lock anyone up for any reason just to prove to the Germans how hard they were working for them. Bethanie turned down a different alley. She couldn't make it home, but she could just barely make it to the laundry. There was always someone sleeping in the shop. Some even lived there for weeks at a time. On the way, she thought about what the ...