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

    judge? If they had the time and the money to be eating here it meant they were surely traitors themselves. Bethanie sat down and chattered. She crossed her legs and played with her hair. Her dining partner played his role equally as well. Anyone who looked at them would see a silly girl and a German veteran of the last war, now a wealthy tourist in the great city. That much at least was true: This man, Antoine, had fought in the war and had lived in Germany for a time, but in reality he was a Frenchman, now posing as a German in an incredibly dangerous game. It was the ultimate cover, but a horrible risk. Antoine had a secret weapon: perched on his collar was a genuine German medal of valor. Twenty years ago he'd saved a German soldier from drowning in a ditch in the middle of a battle. ("I hesitated, of course, but in the end he was human and I was obligated to help him," he said later, a statement Bethanie did not agree with). After the Armistice the Germans sent him the medal as part of their peacetime diplomacy efforts. Now it was the lynchpin in his cover: No German who realized the authenticity of it dared question Antoine. He passed for one of them right under their noses, and he was Bethanie's best contact. They talked about made-up trivialities. "Mother still refuses to let me wear what I want to the dance hall," she said. "She's such a disappointment." "You should speak nicely about your mother. Good German girls always speak nicely of their mothers." "I'm not a ...
    good German girl," she said, lowering her eyelashes. "Not yet. Maybe someday.” He took a bite of meat off his fork. She ate far too much. What was in front of them cost enough to feed 50 starving Parisians. There was so little food in the city that people had taken to raising chickens and rabbits in their apartments and making vegetable gardens of their lawns. Only the Germans, and those traitors who worked closely with them, could afford to eat like this, and knowing that made the wine taste bitter. The circumstances of Antoine's cover demanded that they eat this food, but she felt it was her duty not too enjoy it too much. Only in the final minutes, as she prepared to leave, did they arrive at the entire point of meeting: "A very old friend of mine is calling at the hotel today," Antoine said. Bethanie's heart jumped. That meant an Allied agent would be coming into Paris. "Today" of course meant tomorrow night, and "the hotel" meant the anonymous street corner they had agreed upon the last time they met. Nothing else was certain: Not whether the man would be British, American, or Free French, not what his specialty was, not whether he had a particular mission or was sent in to support their efforts here, and certainly not how he was being smuggled into the heart of the occupied city in the first place. All Antoine could say was that a man would be coming here, and he was asking her help retrieving him. "I would very much like to meet him sometime," she said, linking arms with ...
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