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

    swarmed with men and women, a hive of activity just beneath street level, the noise muffled by the hillside and the constant racket of the laundry. Lucienne was working the press with her one arm; she'd lost the other in an accident years ago, but she was still the best and the fastest operator they had. Velin was at the typesetter's desk, the corner of the workroom where they not only laid out each page but also forged counterfeit IDs, ration cards, and other necessary papers. Velin: young, smiling, a pacifist and, unlikely though he was, both their editor in chief and commanding officer. Standing at his elbow in an ink-stained apron was Dulac: middle-aged, dour, and Velin’s right hand. Tomas, the big, quiet American, lurked around doing small tasks. On the desk between them all was a page with a giant headline: "THE TRUTH ABOUT ALSACE." Each page of newsprint, paper, ink, lead, and everything else, was contraband, smuggled into the city at incredible risk or stolen straight from enemy supplies at an even greater one. The masthead was their group‘s name, the name of the paper, and their battle cry: COMBAT. Velin and Dulac were so deep in their argument about the headline that they paid Bethanie no mind even while she stood two feet away. Without waiting for them to finish their argument she said, "A man was here, looking for me. He knew my real name. He was with the Militia." Everyone shut up. Velin leaned back a little. Dulac hunched forward. Nearby, Tomas stirred. "But ...
    he didn't arrest you?" Dulac said. "You can see that." "Blackmail then?" "Maybe, but he didn't mention it. He seemed just to want me to know he knew." "Did he give you a name?" "A fake." "I got a look at him," Fabien said. "I think his uniform was fake too." Velin had still not said anything. Dulac looked at him. "What do we do?" "Blackmailing Gustav?" Velin said after a moment. "Gustav" was the only name they knew her by; women agents were often assigned men's names as aliases. Velin shrugged. "For now we do nothing. If he didn't arrest her and he hasn't brought anyone along to raid the place then he's probably hiding something from his superiors, which could be good for us. But if he disappears they might investigate and we don't know what trail he's left that will lead them here. So we wait." "Shouldn't we at least send Gustav away? She's been compromised." Dulac said. "He's right," Bethanie said. Velin shook his head. "That will just endanger whatever other circuit we send her to. For now the damage is done, whatever it may be. So let's all get back to work until we know more." Dulac scowled. Velin clapped him on the shoulder. "Nothing has changed: So Gustav might be arrested? So they might raid us at any moment? We assumed these things and a thousand worse ones when we got up this morning. They’re only a little more likely now.” And that was it; nobody would question Velin when he made a decision, not even Dulac. This was the world they lived in, and Velin was their only ...
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