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

    entire half bird off the plate of the woman sitting nearest her (who was not eating anyway). She sawed through it while keeping eye contact with Von Choltitz. "There was nothing to do all day, with everything closed and everyone frightened. I couldn't wait for things to just go back to normal. Isn't that what everyone was thinking?" She looked at the other women around the table and each of them looked away, one even having the grain of decency necessary to blush. Bethanie ate her way through the rest of her plate with glacial calm. She knew the risks she was taking, but getting out of this place alive hinged on making sure Von Choltitz considered her not with his head but with his cock. If she had him pegged right, the scrutiny he was giving her right now was lustful rather than suspicious. And if not… "I believe there is a ballroom somewhere here,” he said. “Do you dance?" "Not with the lights on." The general eyed her for a second longer and then, wiping his mouth on an embroidered napkin, he stood. "You’ll have to excuse us. All of us." The blond woman stood up too fast, almost knocking her glass over. Bethanie allowed herself to be led away by the arm. Your only job is to live through this, she thought. Upstairs, a darkened boudoir. Bethanie found it claustrophobic and for a horrifying second she imagined it as like the tiny cells where the SS take you for questioning. The thought of Von Choltitz touching her seemed only a marginally less grim a fate. Whether she let ...
    something of her revulsion slip or whether Von Choltitz was simply more self-aware than she'd have given him credit for, he seemed to anticipate this. "You have nothing to be afraid of," he said. "I wouldn't dream of forcing myself on you." Bethanie gave him the most sincere smile she had. "You wouldn't be." "I don't have any business with women. It's not in my nature. Putting my rude hands on you would be...criminal." He cleaned his monocle with a handkerchief. "But I do like to watch." The mistress was slipping out of her sable furs and unzipping the back of her evening dress. The general fixed Bethanie with an inquiring look. "You can do that, can’t you?" Bethanie marched across the room, cupped the blond woman's face in her hand, and kissed her right on her too-red lips. Then she looked back at the general. "Of course." Von Choltitz settled into a chair in a dark corner, like some immense toad on a log. Bethanie and the blond woman regarded each other from opposite sides of the bed and Bethanie recognized the look the woman gave her, because it was the same one she herself had down not too long ago, the "Just don't get me killed and I don't give a damn what else you do" look. Bethanie helped her out of her dress, reminding herself that she was putting on a show here and not doing the laundry. She tugged the dress down slowly, letting the expensive material glide over the woman's body before dropping like a puddle onto the floor. She was a curvaceous woman, with bounty in ...
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