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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

the British Union. We believed in Hitler, and we hated Stalin. I got my orders to infiltrate Special Operations, and I carried them out. That's all." So that was it: He was just a fascist. The answer was ugly in its simplicity. At least she knew what to do about that. Fascists were all the same, whether they be German, French, or even British. The cure was quick and permanent. She told Tomas what she'd learned. He nodded. "I thought as much," he said. "But we had to know for sure." "You're sure he's telling the truth?" said Fabien. "I'm sure that I believe him," said Bethanie. "You'll take care of this?" Tomas nodded again. "I'll go report." She took pains not to let the mill workers see her leave. The foreman worked for Velin, but there were probably informers in the work crew, particularly since they had all apparently escaped being sent to the German factories. Bethanie biked by a newsvendor. It happened again the previous night: Two more Germans dead, and news of Heiliger's murder had leaked as well. The official papers didn’t carry it, of course, but people found out anyway. The manner of the killings left little doubt that they were committed by the same culprit but, oddly, no circuit had claimed responsibility yet. When she arrived at the laundry, Velin was beside himself. "If the sidewalks keep filling up with dead SS men even the Vichy papers will have no choice but to talk about it." Lucienne tossed the ink-stained rag at her feet. "I've never seen you happy about ... people dying before," she said. "Not even Germans." Velin's smile flickered. "I’m not happy when anyone dies. Not even Germans." Bethanie made an impolite noise. Velin ignored it. "But this is a story for people to talk about. If all of Paris goes around talking about the Wolf then they won't be talking about the Germans, or the occupation, or the shortages, or whatever Vichy is telling them about the war. They won't be afraid. We need this. We need them to feel like we're winning." Lucienne didn’t look convinced, but she patted his arm with her one hand before going back to work. An olive branch. Velin smiled after her. Bethanie felt a little twinge. They were close, weren't they? Dulac saw her watching and nudged her with an elbow. "Velin is a handsome man.” "How should I know?" "You have eyes." "My eyes are for watching enemies." "You're watching Velin now." Bethanie was annoyed, but when Velin passed she gave him a courtesy glance: She supposed he wasn't unhandsome. Men and women followed his orders. And she knew he was brave. Velin was a pacifist, but he carried a gun anyway. He'd been arrested three times and the last time he'd been tortured. After that he got the gun, swearing the Germans would never take him in alive again. Bethanie admired Velin. But she also admired the printing press, and her Beretta. They were all good in a fight. But that was all. Fabien was a handsome man too. And he was also a good weapon. And unlike Velin, he wouldn’t get softhearted about her. ...