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

    children. Nothing quite fit her, but with the shortages that wasn't unusual either. She emptied her old pockets of money, fake ID, and ration cards, then hesitated only a moment before pawing through Fontenoy's drawers and liberating a few extra francs he'd never need again. The corpse was still there. She'd been half afraid (and not without good reason) that it might not have stayed dead. She inched around it. It was almost night again, and with a shudder she remembered what Fontenoy had told her: Madeline was out there somewhere. Bethanie had been gone at least 24 hours and Velin would surely assume she was dead--or, worse, arrested. She walked too fast, and her shoes went click-clack, click-clack on the stones of the old streets. Get there, report in, and then figure out what to do about the werewolf later, that was the plan. She didn’t have the capacity for anything more specific yet. She felt trouble before she actually saw it. A knot of people blocked the avenue ahead, and a single Gray Mouse (what they called the women volunteers of the Wuhrmacht) was testily trying to disperse them. From their recalcitrance, Bethanie knew there must be blood on the street. Her feet wavered to change direction; but no, that would look suspicious. Instead she sped up, half-running, like any flighty Parisian girl hoping to gawk at the aftermath of whatever had happened before the Germans shooed everyone away. Maybe the wolf had killed again. Or maybe…this was only a few blocks from the ...
    laundry and print shop. There was no particular reason to think something had happened to Velin and the others. No reason to feel so afraid. And yet, as she approached the intersection she felt she already knew what she’s see there. Bethanie shoved through the mob, letting her sharp knees and elbows clear a path. The Gray Mouse snapped at her but Bethanie ignored it. Up ahead, someone moaned in pain. "Why did you run?" said a voice with a German accent. He almost sounded sad. "It wasn't worth it." Bethanie couldn’t see what was happening. She wanted to push everyone down and run in, but she didn’t. The Gray Mouse grew angrier and looked about to put hands on Bethanie when someone grabbed her arm from behind and jerked her back. She was getting ready to turn and hit her attacker when she recognized his voice: “They’re looking for you. Come with me.” Fabien. As they walked arm-in-arm, trying their best to look like a couple out for a pre-curfew walk, he told her everything that had happened: An hour ago someone had stuck the barrel of a gun through the ventilation ducts and shouted, “You‘re surrounded!” A raid, like they’d always feared. It was chaos then: There was no way out. Velin killed himself on the spot. Max tried to run and they shot him, blood stains sprinkled like red stars on his printer’s apron. Everyone was herded out into the streets. They grabbed Dulac and asked if there was anyone else, but he wouldn’t answer. They beat him until he could barely stand, but he ...
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