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

    ran. She no longer knew where she was or what direction she was going in. She had only one destination: away. Was it following her? She didn't look. But when she realized the alley she was in was a dead end her feet skidded. She was about to turn around, certain that slavering jaws were waiting for her, but the sound of a door opening drew her attention. Dingy yellow light silhouetted a man in a cheap suit, who tossed some trash into the alley and followed it up by flicking away a cigarette. Before he could close the door Bethanie screamed, "Wait!" and so surprised was he that he froze long enough for her to throw herself through the door. She fell onto a thick carpet in a dimly lit room. She heard music and laughter from somewhere, but this anteroom was empty. The man in the suit stared, dumbfounded, as she stood up, ran to the door, shut it and bolted it, then slumped over. Without thinking, she grabbed the handkerchief from the doorman's pocket and wiped her forehead and neck. She expected to hear something big and heavy trying to break the door down, but nothing happened. Maybe it didn't follow me, she thought. Maybe it didn't want to run out into the open. Maybe I'm safe. She tucked the doorman's handkerchief back into his breast pocket and became fully conscious of his presence for the first time. He was still staring, of course, and Bethanie almost laughed, but stopped herself because she suspected that if she started laughing now she might not ever be able to ...
    stop. Taking a moment to straighten her clothes, she said: "Excuse me. I don't blame you if you think I'm some kind of madwoman, but I can explain everything. The truth is--" The excuse only got halfway out. She couldn’t believe it; it was too impossible. But there, right in front of her, was Kerman, the Militia man from the previous day. He had apparently traded in that uniform for a doorman's, and either he had shaved or his mustache had been a fake, but it was unquestionably the same man. He looked as surprised as she did. "What in the hell are you doing here?" he said. Before Bethanie could answer there was a peculiar knock. Kerman swore and pushed her behind the red curtain. She tried to object but he said, "They'll kill you if they find you here, so do what I say and don't ask questions." And then he left her blinking in the dim little room. She was in some sort of boudoir, surrounded by eveningwear so garish that it might more properly be called costumery. Then she heard the heavy outside door open and Kerman say in German, "Thank you for coming. Just one moment." He stuck his head in and made a series of furious gestures. The message was clear: play along. Bethanie, in turn, indicated that she would just hide in here, but he shook his head and assumed an expression that seemed so genuinely panicked that she immediately discarded the plan. "Is there a problem?" said a voice in the entryway, and Kerman stuck his head back out. "A slight delay. Your usual girl is...not in ...
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