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

    around Tomas. Now I've told the story to you. Do you feel careful?" From the kitchen came a sound like a man gargling. Fabien didn’t look impressed; he didn’t flinch or grow pale or react at all. But he did step away from the door. It was almost two hours until Tomas was done. When the door opened he nodded at Bethanie. "Come now.” Bethanie followed to the kitchen. The Englishman didn't look hurt, but he did look exhausted, as if he had been awake for a week just since the last time she‘d seen him. His pants, shirt, and even the ropes dripped with sweat. Bethanie dribbled a rag under the sink and wet his lips so he could speak. Then she stroked his cheek with her fingertips. He flinched at first, but she went on comforting him in this way until he became used to it. In English, she said: "Do you want to talk now?" The Englishman hung his head, but nodded. "You can talk to me. We’ll send the others away." With a gesture she dismissed Tomas and Fabien. Alone with the traitor, she brought him a drink of water and tipped it into his open mouth slowly, so that he didn't choke, then wiped the sweat from his face and neck. "I'm going to loosen these ropes. You still won't be able to stand up or move your arms, so don't try, but it’ll hurt less." "Thank you," said the Englishman. Bethanie talked as she worked with the knots. "Where are you from?" she said. "Northampton." "You've been in the country a long time." "I was one of the first men SOE sent in." "And you haven’t been caught ...
    in all that time. It's remarkable. ...except it's not, is it? The reason the Germans never caught you is because you've been working for them. We know that already." The traitor said nothing. Bethanie sat on the floor and looked him in the eye. She assumed the most sweet and unassuming demeanor she could, as if she were talking to an infant. "Do you have a family?" she said. "I'm not married." "Parents?" "My mother is still alive. She's very old." "My parents are dead. I was raised by my aunt, but she's dead too. They sent her to Ravensbruck after someone informed on our circuit. I was the only one who got away: I was younger then and small enough to hide in a box when the Gestapo men came. Do you have family in London?" He didn't answer. "I was just thinking about the bombings. What if the Germans dropped a bomb right on your mother? It's not as if they mark the homes of triple-agents on the Luftwaffe map's with a message saying, 'Don't go here.'" "What's your point?" "It's funny that it's just as possible that the Germans might kill your family as mine." She scooted a little closer. "Is family the reason you're working for them? Do they have someone you know in a camp somewhere? My brother is in a prison camp. We don't know if he's still alive, which almost certainly means he‘s dead." "I don't know any prisoners." "Was it money then?" "No," said the Englishman. He picked his head up for the first time. "I did what I thought was best. SOE didn't know that I was a member of ...
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