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

    blinked. Was he making fun of her? Apparently not. He added, by way of explanation: "For the captain's birthday." Bethanie consented, just to get the stranger off her porch. Later, Aunt Sophia beat her for it. Sometimes she imagined she could still feel the bruises. She also dreamt about Paul. She'd been allowed to visit him once in the POW camp at Laval, not long after the surrender. She wore the only good dress she had left, and she went alone. (Aunt Sophia couldn't stand seeing Paul a prisoner. "It's humiliating," she said, though it was not clear for which of them she meant.) Paul looked thin and tired. To Bethanie, there had always been something mighty and grand about Paul. When he’d trained for cross-country she’d stood on the fence and counted his laps, watching him run and run, like a machine that would never wind down. As her big brother, he was of course invincible. Seeing him now, he looked almost timid. The war had not diminished Paul, but it had entirely outclassed him. The general word was they would all be sent home soon. "We suffer more from the idea of being prisoners than from the prison itself," he said. Bethanie didn’t understand this either, but nodded. They were allowed to talk for half an hour, at the end of which, very gently, she hinted that perhaps it was time for him to attempt an escape. Paul said simply that he couldn’t. "I gave them my word as a soldier," he said, and it was clear that to him that was the end of it. Bethanie had the idea ...
    that at least once he'd been allowed to leave the camp to attend something and after that he would have viewed going back on his word as a betrayal of the highest order. "It doesn't matter," he told her. "We'll all be home soon. What do the Germans need with a million prisoners? What would they even do with all of us?" He sent her home with a hug a promise that she should look after the household until he returned. "You're a Chastel," he told her. And she knew that meant, "Be brave." She wrote to him every week, but in September all of the letters came back in a bundle, unopened and stamped "undeliverable." Later, the newspapers confirmed it: All of the prisoners at Laval had been sent to Germany. Some of them went to mines or factories. Others went to the camps. Bethany held out hope: When he realized that the Germans wouldn‘t keep their word, surely he’d try to escape after all. But they never heard tell of him. He was just gone. "I gave them my word as a soldier," he'd said, and they gave theirs back. And then they broke it. And Bethanie would never forgive them. She woke unsure where she was. Then the smell reminded her: the apartment stank of death. She had to get out. Her clothes were ruined, so she went to the closet, finding some of Fontenoy's that suited her. Women in Paris had started wearing slacks just after the occupation, a quiet rejoinder to Vichy propaganda about the importance of motherly, feminine women who would raise a new generation of good little fascist ...
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