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

    tonight." "You should have called ahead." "We phoned your hotel, but you'd already left. We have a new girl instead. We think you'll like her." A pause. "Let me see her and then I'll decide." As soon as I see the opportunity, I’ll run, Bethanie told herself. As soon as I can, I’ll run... She stepped out. Kerman looked relieved. A man in a grey-green dress uniform waited for her. She did her best curtsy, keeping her eyes down. "Good evening, sir," she said. The officer circled her, inspecting front and back. A listless blond woman with too much jewelry sat nearby, apparently having arrived with the German man. He took Bethanie's hand in his black-gloved fingers and kissed it. "I'm very charmed to meet you. Miss...?" Bethanie hesitated. Kerman blurted out: "Kitty!" Bethanie could have slapped him. "Yes, Kitty," she said. "Still very pleased to meet you. Mister...?" "Not 'mister,'" the German said. He pointed to the red and gold patches at his throat. "General." *** Bethanie's general, Von Choltitz, was a peculiar specimen: short and stocky, with an oily complexion. Bethanie couldn’t decide whether the monocle he wore was practical or an affectation. The blond woman seemed to be his mistress, and it was Bethanie's job for the evening to entertain them both, though the woman seemed barely cognizant of anything around her. Kerman took them through the other curtain, where Bethanie found that despite the building's ramshackle exterior there was a fantastic boutique, complete with ...
    crystal chandeliers and waiters in crisp tuxedos. Germans (red-faced from too much drink) and coiffed, perfumed women (red-faced only from an excess of rouge) sat down to meals of appalling lavishness. She was presented with half a roasted pheasant garnished with tiny, whole onions and cream sauce. Looking around at the rows of plates conveying meals of equal lavishness, her blood boiled. She wanted to smash every plate against the walls. Instead she picked up the bird with both hands and began cramming it into her mouth. "Grow fat on the food of your enemy," her aunt had taught her, though Bethanie suspected she was probably not speaking quite this literally. Von Choltitz watched her with his good eye; it made her skin crawl. He ate in bites so small she wondered whether it was even necessary to chew. Once, when he set his knife closer to her plate than to his, she touched on the idea of driving it right into the center of that eye. She pictured a fountain of blood staining the pretty white table settings and ruining all this stolen food. Her fingers twitched. They'd kill her immediately, of course, but her life for a general's was a good bargain. But the memory of the monstrous shape in the alley reminded her that she couldn’t afford to throw her life away before her other duties were discharged. Still, it was galling watching this pig chew his meat and knowing that, by rights, he should be dead by her hand already. So close... They weren't alone at the table. On the other ...
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