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Celestin Appearance



A clinging mist rose from the Seine River in the cool air of the late Parisian night. It was that type of mist that hovered just inches above the cobbled streets of the French city, and swirled around in eddies and currents of air, giving the impression that it was alive and moved with a will of its own. The swirling dance of the mist, ghostly and peaceful in its' migration through the neighborhoods on both sides of the ancient river, was abruptly shattered by the sound of marching men. A column of German soldiers, part of the occupying enemy force, goose stepped their way down the boulevard, the formation destroying the tranquil peace of the late night, and shredding the fragile blanket of river mist.

The soldiers moved down the street, the rhythmic staccato of their boots hitting the cobblestones in unison slowly faded. A lone shadow, a shape discernable only because it was slightly darker than the surrounding lightless air, moved out of an alley that intersected with the boulevard along the river. Man shaped, the shadow blended with other shadows cast by the buildings along the street. Every now and then it would stop, seeming to listen to the night, listening for anymore stomp, stomp, stomp that announced the approach of another patrol column.

It was a death sentence, usually summery execution, to be caught out in the streets violating the curfew imposed by the enemy since they had rolled triumphant down the Champs De Elysee by the thousands in their tanks, armored cars, and troop carriers. Ruthless in their tactics to control the population, the Nazis had immediately instituted a curfew. In the first weeks many defiant French civilians had defied the proclamation, refusing to let the barbarians tell the City of Lights citizens when they could move around, how, and where. Many patriotic men and women died in those first weeks, simply placed up against the wall of the nearest building and shot. In most cases the bodies were simply left to be found by the French themselves, the Nazis wanted to teach the conquered people of Paris a lesson not just in fear, but in terror. Only the bravest of the population moved around this late at night now, and they were usually members of La Résistance, or the French Underground movement.

The shadow that moved gracefully along the dark boulevard was one of those men. Unlike the column of troops that had ripped the peace of the night apart, his movements were almost elegant, gracefully, and fluid. Pausing at the opening of another alley, the shadow man darted down the narrow way between two buildings, looking behind himself occasionally to make sure he was not followed.
Turning a corner in the narrow side street the shadow stopped in front of a particular door, paused again, then knocked very softly. A voice on the other side of the door, barely above a whisper answered the knock, "Who is there?"
"I am a friend of Le Cardinal, a man who loves his wine."

"Does Le Cardinal enjoy fruit with his drink?" asked the voice on the other side, giving the next step in the sign, counter-sign code to identify friend from possible enemy.

"Non, he enjoys bread and music," answered the shadow, giving the correct answer.

The door opened only enough to allow the man outside entrance to the building before shutting again. Once inside, oil lamps that had been dimmed flared to life once again revealing a large room with a dozen or so individuals, some were sleeping, one or two were busy cleaning a small collection of firearms. The shadow man was actually a youth of 15 years named Adrien. "I have a message for Ambroise and Celestin," the youth said quickly. The man who opened the door took the small piece of paper and gestured for him to wait in the large room before vanishing deeper into the inside of the underground safe house, and knocking at another door.

Ambroise slowly pulled the well oiled bolt of the Schmieser Maschinenpistole 40, a German 9mm submachine gun, back and let it slide back into place chambering a round before granting permission for the knocker to enter. He was in bed, nude, a blanket covering the lower portion of his body. He was in his late 30's, broad through the shoulders, thick arms, and waist. With his shaved head and close trimmed jet black goatee, and hairy chest he looked every bit like some kind of enforcer that would be used by criminal syndicates to impose their will on unfortunates.

"Entrez*!" he whispered just loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. Ambroise relaxed his trigger finger on the submachine only when he recognized the man carrying the small note.

"What is it, Edmond?" asked Ambroise, lowering the weapon.

"A message from Le Cardinal. Important I think because they send a messenger out at this time of night, oui?"

Ambroise accepted the slip of paper from Edmond, the man in charge of the safe house, slowly unfolded it, and read the single word printed therein, Soupe à l'oignon, onion soup. To anyone, especially the Gestapo, the Nazis secret police, or to anyone in the intelligence branch of the German army, this one reference could literally mean anything, should they intercept it, and the messenger carrying it. But it's true meaning was known to only three people, the one who sent the message, Ambroise, the man reading it, and the woman laying asleep next to him in bed, his lover and co-underground resistance fighter, Celestin.

"Am I right?" asked Edmond again, his voice a whisper. "Important?"

"Oui, Edmond. Go, tell the messenger we will be ready in ten to fifteen minutes." Edmond bowed his head, and quietly shut the door behind him. When he was gone, Ambroise gently touched the woman laying next to him.

"Celestin, mon amour, come, wake yourself. We have work." ....



‘Courir!’ The heavy voice pierced the pelting sound of the perpetual down pour of rain upon the cobblestone streets of the La Cite, the first district where Celestin was first brought into the folds of the French resistance some years ago. She worked at a small cafe known as the Au Bougnat, it wasn’t much of a job, but it was a job that put a small amount of food on the table. Sometimes she wondered if it was worth the groping and stares she got on a daily basis, but that was about to all change when the first column of Nazi stormtroopers marched down the streets enforcing their iron fist polices and laws upon the defeated hearts of the French people.

Her best friend Renee Dubuque was the first casualty of that awful horrific night as she was raped and murdered by the bloody hands of the Nazi pragmatist Marshal Lichtenberg. A man whom was infamous in his torturous ways that he treated his captives, or even people of his own if they cross him, or fail to do his bidding. He was the devil in disguise most say, but that day will come when he will be tested to see if he is a man of biblical proportions.

It was that night, that cold rainy night of October fifth that the life of Celestin forever changed to a hatred of mankind that at times even scared her. She wanted blood for what these bastard’s did to her friends, family and even her. She was desperate to pay these men back that she even joined the ladies of the night in trying to get her hands upon the devil, but was never given the opportunity before she ran into the man she now calls her lover. He was a strong man, a man of reason and had a concupiscent hatred for the Nazi as she did.

They met several nights after the death of Renee, she was entertaining a few spineless stormtroopers, trying to get the location where the Marshal was staying. It was an exasperating evening of swatting away groping hands, trying to keep a playful smile when all she wanted to do was cut their throats and let them drown on their own blood. She wasn’t going to sleep with any German, she wanted to get to an officer that would know the Marshal’s whereabouts.

Two of the men had enough of her resisting them and took maters into their own hands. Grabbing and pulling her into their clutching arms. The multiple hands began tearing at her clothes until the bark of the big man rose over the noise of the room and vulgar protest that was escaping over Celestin lips. Their attention going to the big man whom was walking toward them with several others following close behind. Casually tossing Celestin to the side they stand up and met his bark with one of their own.

A hard, cold voice brought the engagement to an end. The man whom Celestin wanted to kill was now standing just a small skip across the floor. Her eyes tore into him with a wave of vengeance that shook her body. The knife was small but enough to cut the soft flesh of the Marshal’s neck, but the hands of her now lover was stronger than what she could break as he prevented her stupidity from taking her life.

“Not here, not now.” His voice cutting through the blinding anger. “We can not win this moment here and now.” He continued to fight her attempts to get free. “There are more outside just wanting for trouble to erupt in here. Do you really want all these people here to pay for your moment of blindness?” Celestin eased her form and took a step back away from the man.

The German commanders words brought a quick response from the men as they grabbed their gear and walked out past the Commander. His glare pierced the hides of the men they came to rest upon before he turned and walked out of the small cafe. His voice rang out just moments before the small potato mashers were tossed into the cafe.

“Courir!” her lovers voice rang out while pushing her out side door of the cafe before the blast ripped the small building to pieces. Celestin not really knowing why she moved back to the building to see if anyone survived for the blast was tremendous, however to her amazed glare there was the man whom saved her life and was now her lover.

A powerful hand was now shaking her form, bringing her out of the dream she has had every night for the past two years and now once again there was a plan to find and make this Marshal pay for his atrocities against the French People. “Oui, je suis éveillé!” Celestin respond rolling to her back and looking over to her lover. “Nous avons quelques instants.” Celestin held out her arms for him to come to her.


Ambrioise embraced Celestin, pressing her smaller body to his. Her flesh was firm under his hands as his palms roved over her body. His lips first found the pulse points in her neck, kissing her there, then he let his teeth gently graze her skin. He could feel the nipples of her breasts, each hard like small stones, pressing into his chest. His body reacted to her in the natural way, and he pressed his turgid erection against her belly, a small growl escaping his lips.

"Mon petit chou, I wish we had more time," his words trailed off in a deep passionate kiss that left him slightly dizzy when their lips parted. "We have been summoned," was all he could manage to husk. "Le Cardinal...," he held up the small slip of paper with the code word that meant "Come immediately". With a heavy sigh he tried to disentangle himself, but his lover was having none of it, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips insistent in their grinding. "There is a messenger, waiting to guide us to where Le Cardinal is waiting...," again his words were silenced as Celestin kissed him deeply

There was no one who knew Ambroise that would call him a weak man, an undisciplined man, but the woman whose arms and legs were currently wrapped around him was a woman of strong passions, driving needs, and profound will. When she woke like this, there was little Ambroise could do, it was like a storm that suddenly built out to sea, and then crashed down on the earth.

The resistance fighter knew that she had probably had her dream again, the one of her friend being murdered by the Nazis. This was her way of exorcising the nightmare from her head.

He groaned audibly as felt her hand firmly grasp his pulsing cock and guide it to her own sex, already wet and Vulcan hot. Ambroise heard and felt Celestin's hiss of pleasure in his ear before her own teeth found his sensitive places on his necks and ears. His hands found the round globes of her buttocks, each fitting perfectly in his bigger hands, as his lover began to urgently ride him. There was no pretense in her movements, she was demanding his orgasm, her pussy milking and squeezing his shaft, grinding herself down as hard as she possibly could on him. There was the exquisite feeling of her hands planted firmly on his chest as she braced herself, and then the erotic pain of her nails digging into his skin. She was growling like a cat in heat, and her movements became even more violent as he parted her buttocks and began to massage the entrance to her back passage with the tip of one of this thick fingers.

His orgasm was like a thunder bolt, hot electricity from his toes to his the pate of his head. "Mon Dieu!" he cried out as he exploded deep inside of her, her cry of ecstasy mixing with his. For what seemed like eternal minutes, her sex gripped him like a vice, all the way down to his base, and milked him almost like a grasping hand, pulling, demanding that he give her every last bit that he had within him. And then with a sigh, she wilted down onto his body, and he wrapped his muscular arms around her, both panting from their climaxes.

"Damn Le Cardinal, and damn the Nazis mangeurs de merde," Ambroise sighed. "That we could just be rid of both and live someplace where we could be together."
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Celestin hated the heated quickies that Ambroise has been doing the past several times due to this Le Cardinal’s missions, or her beckoning him to come to him for some other unspoken reason. If she didn’t know better, or did she? It was as if he was just calling Ambroise to spend time with him and lessen the time he spent with her. ‘Bêtise!’ Celestin cooed to herself as she pushed herself up in bed away from his grasp, she leaned back against the padded headboard with a sigh. Her mind swirled about all of this, she never met the Le Cardinal for it was always Ambroise getting the privilege. She wondered if she should ask him why that was, but now was not the time, or that is what Ambroise would say to her request that they talk about this.

Her dark emerald orbs studied his massive frame while he laid next to her. She began to wonder if the Le Cardinal was actually a man even thou all the corresponding chatter indicated that the Le Cardinal was a male, but what better way to keep the identity a secret? Her head shook to cleanse the foolish nonsense from her mind, Ambroise would have been honest with her by now for she was the next in line to lead the group if anything happened to him. Maybe Ambroise himself hasn’t met face to face with this individual yet? That thought seemed to ease her anxiety... some. Things have been so intense lately with the Gestapo cracking down and getting closer to their organization, there has already been two cells that have been detected and the members executed.

She took in a deep breath and held it in for a few moments to gather up all the tension then released it over her lightly trembling lips. She tried to calm herself down with a few more deep inhales but for some reason her anxiety seemed to be worse this time than normal. Normally a good fuck would end the tension but this time was different, there was something still eating at her that she just couldn’t put her finger on it. She would just have to harness the feeling for the day was one that seemed to be a very important one, for the note delivery was made with the increased Nazi patrols.

“Oui!” She responded to Ambroise’s statement. It would be very nice to get away from all of this, but where we they go for the Nazis were expanding without any response from the other nations of the world, it was as if they wish for this to happen or was afraid to stand up to the Nazi war machine. She closed her eyes to help calm herself down, her hand moved over and came to a rest upon Ambroise’s shoulder. “Nous avons besoin d’y aller.” She refused to speak English even if the word from the La Cardinal wanted them to learn for whatever reason.

She pushed herself up and moved over to the wardrobe, flipped through a few hangers before finding a suitable attire for the day. She turned toward Ambroise with a smile upon her face. “I … Hope … This mission is … more important than .. the last … one.” She giggled at her attempt to speak the foreign language.
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Adrien, the young messenger had led Ambroise and Celestin through the night, deftly avoiding Nazi patrols. There a had been a close call here and there, but the crafty teenager knew his job well, and how to go unseen for most of the way. The Nazis may control the street of the City of Lights, but they had no control what-so-ever of the city below...the Catacombs. The old tunnels, some that dated back to the Roman age of Paris, where maze like in their construction and stretched for miles below the city above. They had long been used by the criminal underground before the war to move undetected by law enforcement, and were now being used to almost the same purpose, to go unseen by the hated occupiers. The tunnels led to surface entries and here and there around Paris, so there were times that they were above ground, but for the most part, it was the big man and Celestin following the light footed Adrien through the dark, dank tunnels that housed hundreds of years of dead from the city above.
Eventually, they surfaced for the last time, in a very old part of town, most of the buildings abandoned. It was in the basement of one of these abandoned buildings that Ambroise and Celestin found themselves in. The dank chamber, smelling of old mold and fermenting cheese, was lit by several dozen tallow candles. Around the room were several tables, this one stacked with captured German rifles, this one stacked with captured ammunition, over there several men working by candle light to repair or put together a short wave radio, and the last stacked high with black market goods like tobacco, coffee, chocolate, and silk nylons, each luxury good in very high demand. The criminal element of Paris were the natural choices to make perfect resistance fighters, they were already secret in their doings and highly organized.
The men around the table with the radio, and its various parts, barely looked up at Ambroise and Celestin, but became silent when another man entered the room, each bowing their heads in a sign of respect and submission. Le Cardinal, was quite non-descript in his features, standing medium height, with brown hair, brown eyes, slight build, no real distinguishing features, some one you would pass on the street with out a second thought. But he did possess a surprising intellect, and was considered by most to be a criminal mastermind, orchestrating everything from organizing labor unions, street level drug trade, gambling, and prostitution, to bank robberies and second story jewel theft.
"Bon, Adrien," Le Cardinal began with the young messenger. "You have brought me the big man and his woman without harm. Go, upstairs, Madam has fresh bread, soup, and a warm bed for you. You have earned your pay tonight." He clapped his hand on the youth's shoulder and watched him depart the basement before turning to Ambroise and Celestin. "He will make a fine burglar someday, mon amie," he smiled to Ambroise. "He is quick, and limber, and very smart. He is my best messenger."
Ambroise, dressed in a leather jacket, thick pants, boots, a scarf to cover his face and a dark blue beret, held up the small piece of paper with the cryptic message on it. "What is so important that you summon me and Celestin from bed in the middle of the night? Is Hitler himself coming back to Paris?" There was more than a little anger in his voice.
Le Cardinal smiled, covering his small flare of anger at being talked to thusly by the big man. "Peace, Ambroise," he cajoled, "I have important work for which I think you are singularly suited for."
"I do not collect debts for you anymore," replied Ambroise after looking at Celestin to gauge her expression and mood. There were still some things about his life before the war that he had not revealed to her, and he wanted to keep some of that information unrevealed.
"Bien sûr! I know you have nothing to do with petty criminals, Ambroise, but fight for France. But before that, you have forgotten your manners, non? You have not introduced me to your lovely woman. Is this the Celestin that I have heard about, the tigresse that kills Nazis like a man swats flys? Enchante, ma petite chérie," Le Cardinal breathed as he took Celestin's hand and kissed a knuckle. "I have heard so much about you."
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The flight into the night wasn’t one that Celestin would write down in her diary as one of the most exciting nights of her life, in fact it would be one of those nights that would never be spoken of again. The only thing that she hoped besides not getting caught by a Nazi patrol was that this was a mission of importance. It has been a busy month with trying to get all the items needed and gathered to support the growing resistance. It appeared to Celestin that here lately instead of them being only a cell, they were becoming a second organization with growing cells wanting to fall under the control of Ambroise and herself.

Adrien’s gifted guidance through the dark alleyways to where the secret underground passageways were to be was impressive to say the least. She could only hope that they would be able to find a messenger, for their not yet spoken organization, that had at least half the talent that Adrien held for the grip that the Nazis held upon France now was only going to get more intense, they will eventually find these so called secret tunnels and strangle the network if they didn’t lean how to move above the ground as well as below. This training will be done within their organization, she would make sure of that.

Celestin brow arched when she realized where the hell they were. She looked over at Ambroise with a disgusted look upon her face. She swallowed the disgust lump that formed in her throat and found her inner strength to move on with the courage she knew she had. It was just being surrounded by death made her think of the horrific deaths of her friends and comrades to the hatred occupants of their homeland. She gritted her teeth with the anger that was forming, which was much better than being disgusted with where they were.

She was relieved when they surfaced, however, she was unsure why they would come to the back water area of Paris, the district was abandoned and left for the very poor or the extremely sick. But then again if she didn’t know why they would set up here, it was more than likely that even the Nazi’s would think the same thing, however that too would only be a matter of time before they would search this area for a growing resistance.

The location was very basic and would be easy to find once the Nazis focused on finding the resistance, but for now this was a very good move for this La Cardinal she had to grudgingly admit. She looked about the abandoned room before making her way down the stairs to the basement with Ambroise leading in front of her. She noticed how he took a rigid form once they came to the bottom and was greeted by the La Cardinal himself. She reached out and grasped Ambroise arm when he angrily snapped at the man before them.

Celestin winced when the Cardinal smiled, covering over what the man’s eyes showed. The anger was pushed to the side for there was nothing to gain in this testosterone challenge. Celestin’s grip upon Ambroise tightened once more when her lover bit back about not working for the Cardinal anymore. She knew Ambroise wasn’t a blue collar worker by how brazen he was, how he handled himself in a confrontation. She knew he was part of the criminal world, she just didn’t know doing what but now she knew, he was a knee breaker. It really didn’t matter what he was back then, but what he was now and to her he was a savior fighting for the lives of their people.

Celestin looked to Ambroise when the man kissed her knuckle in a mannerism that she really didn’t care to be given from this man, but being rude to him wouldn’t help the people of France. She only smiled to his regard about her being a tigress in killing Nazis, which most of the killing was done by Ambroise for he was awfully protective of her. She pulled her gaze from Ambroise to look upon the man, “I have heard very little about you, which I fully understand the need for that. But like Ambroise here I wish to know why you called us here. Surely it wasn’t just to kiss my hand and tell me that you have heard of me.” her own tone was riddled with a little anger for anything he wanted to do mission wise could have been sent to them like all the other missions they had performed for him.

“Please, Lets dispense with the mannerism and get to the point. The people of France isn’t getting any better by us standing here looking at each other.” She barked wanting to know what was going on. She also didn’t like the way the Cardinal was looking at her…
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"To the point, then...," replied Le Cardinal as he turned and led the two to another room in the basement, also lit by candle light. "There is a mission to accomplish, and the person to accomplish it is Ambroise," the shorter man paused to shut the door to the second room behind them, "and of course his tigresse with him."
He motioned for them to sit in two chairs positioned in front of a desk. After he sat on the other side.
"Mission? What mission?" asked Ambroise as he sat. "I was unaware that I was receiving missions from you now."
"Oh, Ambroise," began Le Cardinal, "When did you ever stop working for me? I know that you and your beauty here have been busy, trying to organize this little group of partisans with that little group of partisans, killing a few Germans with that little group, and that little group. Why try to reinvent the wheel, mon frère? You know that an organization already exists. We have already received supplies from the English and les Américains. We receive intelligence reports from them on German troop movements, and we are already sending reports back. I know that you do not have this. The truth is that there is already a resistance movement in Paris, and there should be only one ... organized under one structure."
"And you are at the head of that structure, Le commandant?" asked Ambroise, his expression dark.
"We all have our place in this historic time," shrugged Le Cardinal, "and if mine is to lead, then who am I to resist the will of God? You know, Ambroise, and you Celestin will come to know, that we already have eyes and ears in every wine shop, restaurant, kitchen, and street corner. The factory unions work for us, the truck drivers, the taxi union, oui, they work for us. Do not resist this, I beg you. I welcome you as friends, do not make me think you are not so."
There was a long pause before Ambroise spoke again, "Will you give me some time to speak with Celestin ... in private?"
"Of course! Take all the time you need, Ambroise. Ma maison est ta maison." Le Cardinal stood from behind the desk and opened the door to leave. He turned and smiled, "I am sure your tigresse will agree with me." And then the two were alone in the smaller room.
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