1. 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

    her the cigar and she accepted it. She felt foolish for not realizing he would be here. Fabien had arrived in Paris only a few weeks before and he had nowhere else to go. They'd been baffled to find him hiding in the back of a truck full of stolen paper. When he identified himself as "Colonel" Fabien of the FTP they were even more puzzled. Everyone knew who he was, of course, but he was supposed to be dead, and he would not account for why he wasn’t or why he'd stowed away in the truck or what his mission in Paris might be. Tomas thought he was a spy and almost shot him on the spot, but one of the lifters had met him before and identified him. After that he'd simply hung around, filling vaguely defined security roles. He'd hinted that he could not rejoin his previous circuit, but wouldn’t elaborate on why. The political gamesmanship of the Communist factions was known, so no one pressed the question too hard. Now Bethanie watched him, trying to recall everything she knew about the man. He was almost a myth, like the wolves. She gave his cigar back, and then pulled her gun out. Fabien's eyes widened only a tiny degree. She handed it to him. "I need you to get me another one. Something that will take .44s." "What do you need it for?" "I don't ask your business." Fabien shrugged and accepted the weapon. "Women don't usually carry guns." "I don't care about what's usual." "Is this normal for Gaullist women?" His tone was meant to provoke her. Maybe he wanted to test her temper ...
    more. "You’re a Gaullist, aren't you? A follower of the great general?" He saluted. "Easy enough for the general to be a war hero off in exile and leave us to do the real fighting." "I suppose Comrade Stalin is down in the trenches himself? And where was Stalin when the Germans came? A friend who comes too late is as bad as an enemy. De Gaulle was with us from the beginning. What have the Communists ever done for us?" "Killed Germans," said Fabien. Bethanie grunted. Again, he was right: No one was more ruthless with guerilla attacks than the Communists. She was a great admirer of their work. "Three years ago you shot one of them on a metro platform," Bethanie said. "Everyone knows about it. Was he your first?" "Why so interested?" "I haven't killed anyone. I want to know what the first one is like." "The Germans killed your family, didn't they?" "They killed my aunt." And probably her brother too, but she wasn't about to tell him that. "And your parents?" "A wolf killed my parents." "A wolf?" Bethanie saw his eyebrows rise just a little. She bit her tongue. She hadn’t meant to say that. A terrible certainty seized her then: It's him, she thought, he's the wolf. Now he knows who I am, and I don't have anything to fight him with, since I gave him my gun and the holy silver bullets wouldn't have worked in it anyway. Any second now he’s going to kill me. But it didn't happen. Fabien just said, "A wolf," again and sat back. Bethanie realized her heart was clamoring. For a second ...
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