Behind Enemy Lines

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

Walking through the coolness of the forest reminded Monique of her youth, gathering mushrooms with her grandmere, learning the varieties, the poisonous ones. As she gathered the fungus, her thoughts wandered through the years. She gathered some moss and ferns with a mind to picking some of the wild flowers growing in the field by the farm.

She approached the brook that ran through the forest, stopping to take a cool drink and resting her tired feet. As she sat on a log massaging her feet, her loneliness enveloped her and she contemplated her life.

Her husband had left a few days earlier to join the war effort. She had mixed feelings about his desires. He was a good provider, working hard on the farm, but the marriage had been arranged and she felt no real love for him. He had never satsfied her the way her mother had talked of her father satisfying her. Monique yearned for the touch of a man who would send fire to her loins.

Shaking herself from her fantasies, Monique moved on to the far side of the forest. It had been some time since she had searched for mushrooms there but there was a wild rich-tasting variety that grew there. The girls were safe as long as they kept their wits so she allowed herself the time away from them. The fungus would make a rich stew.
 
Joe

I looked up. Her sister Tessa had moved to the edge of the loft. She was watching curiously. I also noticed Isabelle's eyes. She kept glancing down at my crotch. Being in the presence of two beautiful women had its obvious effect. My condition seemed to excite her. She still didn't trust me. Maybe I needed a different approach. I walked towards her.... "You don't know what it's been like, ma'am. Getting shot at, seeing my buddies die, almost dieing myself, not knowing who to trust." I was now in front of her, our bodies only inches apart. She watched me closely as I spoke.... "I'm just a young boy from a farm. I want to live. I want to know the joys of life." .... She didn't move, kept listening. I moved a little closer. Our bodies brushed together, just for a moment... "You're very beautiful. I... I want to live to enjoy such beauty. I've never been with a woman like you.".... Taking a chance I moved my face closer.... "So sensual, so alive." .... I pressed myself closer. I felt her breasts against me. I made sure she could feel the pressure of my bulge. It was no longer a plea for help. I was intoxicated with lust for this dark haired beauty. It had been much too long. My manhood had grown to full length. It took over my thinking. I grabbed her arms. My lips pressed against hers. The pain in my body seemed to dissolve.
 
Colonel Thor (watching)

...her steps brought her ever closer. I waved my two tankers away to their Panzer. I could handle this myself.....
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

Monique moved on, oblivious to the danger, to the area she had last gathered the mushrooms. The forest floor was covered with pine needles, making a soft natural bed.

She exclaimed with joy as she spied the fungus she sought. Bending over to examine them, she was happy at the abundance of them. There were plenty to use in the evening's stew with enough left over to dry for future use.

She happily began plucking the mushrooms, placing them in her basket. Goosebumps appeared on her bare shoulders as she worked but she attributed it to the coolness of the forest.

Her basket filled, she turned to begin her journey home and saw a stranger.

Her hands flew to her face as she recognized his uniform as that of a German officer. He was staring at her. He was far enough away, perhaps she could outrun him.

She began running when she heard his command to halt. She stopped, her back to him, fear building in her chest. He could be armed, preparing to shoot her.
 
Colonel Thor

HALT! HALT! She pulled up....her back still toward me. I holstered the Luger (yes, I would have shot her) and walked slowly up behind her. I spoke no French although I had been educated in the finest schools in Prussia.

"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" I inquired....as I paused a step or two behind her. (I also speak fluent English)
 
Celine

I walked along the main road towards the house with a basket of fresh fruit for them. It would allow me into the door and get me on the good side of the mother if she was home.

I hated doing this to the dearborn family, they had always treated me well. Isabella and I had even become good friends before the war.

I approached the house and knocked on the door and knocked.

"Isabella, are you home? It's Celine. I have something for you"

No one answered so I headed towards the barn to see if she was busy with her chores.

I called again

"Isabella, are you out here?"
 
Isabella

I couldn't stop the response of my body to this strange man. I dropped the spade and opened myself to him, kissing him passionately while pressing my body closer to his.

I was completely lost in his embrace when I heard my name being called outside the barn.

"Silence," I said as I pushed him away from me. What had I been thinking? My heart was pounding with fear. If we were caught harboring this American soldier, we would surely all die.

"Go hide up in the loft, now. Both of you, go!"

I picked up a couple of gardening tools and left the barn, closing the door behind me.

"Celine, what a surprise," I said as I kissed my friend's cheeks, hoping she couldn't feel the heavy beating of my heart.
 
Joe

I hobbled back up to the loft as quickly as I could. Tessa giggled, then help me scot back into the corner. Shit, I was sure to get busted this time. We waited in silence to see what would happen next.
 
I held on to his arm and tried to stifle my giggling as best as I could. The young American soldier could be in trouble if the Nazi's found him here with us, but I was enjoying having him here...I only had sisters...it was nice to have another man around besides Papa...
 
Joe

I didn't know what to do. It didn't matter. I'd either get busted or they would hide me. Outta my hands really. Tessa's soft hands held onto my arms. She giggled like a young girl. She had a youthful, innocent radiance that captured me. I reached out with my hand and touched her cheek... "You really are very pretty. It's been a long time... I mean..." I wasn't quite sure how to finish my sentence. I was a young man with young man urges. I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers.
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"

Oh, why hadn't I stayed closer to the farm? What would happen to my family if I disappeared? It was known to happen.

I turned and faced him. He was not merely a foot soldier but a colonel, probably controlling the entire sector.

"Um, nein, heir colonel. Mm, bitte. Mmm. Nein. Francais?"

He shook his head.

"Anglais?"

Finally, he nodded.

"My English is not so good but more good than German."

I looked up at him hoping my fear was in check. The way he looked at me, taking in my breasts, my waist, my legs, felt as if he were visually removing my clothes. I shivered but not from the cold.
 
Tessa

I felt the softness of his lips as they pressed to mine, but I didn't understand what it was I felt. He'd said it had been so long for him...so long since what, I wondered? But it felt good, whatever this was, so I scooted closer to him and brought my hand up to the side of his face, brushing it softly. It was then that I noticed his eyes and just how dark they were. I looked at him as he sat back a moment.

"I do not mind what you are doing. But I've never felt anything like it before so you know." I did not know what American women were like, but in France, things were very free and liberal. We loved deeply and often. We protected what we believed in and I knew in that moment, I'd have to convince the rest of my family to protect this young soldier...
 
Joe

Wow. That was a kiss. Not experienced like her sister. But sweet and gentle and sensuous. My heart was beating fast. She looked at me with soft eyes. She liked the kiss but.... was this her first? I pressed my lips to hers again. Her hand caressed my face, her full lips moved with mine. My hand slipped around her shoulders. Hers went to the back of my neck. Our lips parted. The tips of our tongues touched. I licked her lips and she licked mine. She shifted against me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. Our kiss became more passionate, mouths opened wide, tongues dancing against each other.... I finally pulled away and looked at her. Something in her eyes had changed.
 
Colonel Thor

'Kommen Sie Herein." I motioned toward my command vehicle and then realized she did not understand. "Go over there to that grey vehicle." I spoke slowly in my rusty but reasonably good English. I decided that I would interrogate her myself. I let my eyes play...slowly, insolently, over her body. She was ripe, at the peak of womanhood.

I followed her toward my command vehicle that was parked a dozen meters into the woods. She put her hand on the door and entered. Two of my staff lept to attention as we stepped inside. The interior was spartan - a couple of tables, maps on the walls, field radio, a cot for napping when i could find the time, and a small cooler with cold drinks. Brusquely, I motioned to the door and said, "RAUS." The absolute power of a commanding officer in the Waffen SS was heady stuff. They scrambled out of the door. I knew no one would dare enter without being summoned.

I pulled a straight chair into the middle of the room and pointed, 'Sit."
 
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Monique DeBrebon - the mother

I was so frightened but I had no choice but to do as I was told. I walked slowly to the vehicle, vainly looking for a way to escape, but it was impossible. I was startled to find soldiers in the vehicle but they soon disappeared at the gruff command of the colonel.

He commanded me to sit but I hesitated. I didn't want to be put into a position of inferiority and sitting in the chair would do so. I glared at him debating what to do. My decision was made for me when his hand lowered to the gun resting in its holster at his side.

I lowered myself to the chair willing myself to be calm, to show no fear, but also to ignore his good looks. I was in a dangerous situation. I knew full well what the Germans had done to beautiful women they came upon and had no desire to become a victim.

I tried acting brave.

"What do you want? I have done nothing."
 
Tessa

I looked at him, thoughts running through my head quickly. Finally I smiled at him softly.

"I will tell my Papa about your being here. He will know what to do to help us hide you from the soldiers in these parts."

I leaned over and kissed him again, softly, then sat back and waited until I knew it was safe for me to leave the barn without arousing any suspicion...
 
Colonel Thor

"What do you want? I have done nothing." A spirited one, I thought, this should be enjoyable.

I stepped very close to her....looming over her. I was well aware the chilling effect my black uniform and icy blue eyes had on people.

My eyes slid down her body, pausing for a long minute at the neck of her dress, and the full swelling breasts that only hinted of her sexuality.

I spoke very softly, "Unless I tell you otherwise, you will speak only in answer to my questions. Now, what are you doing here? Where do you live? How many resistance swine are in your family?" I barked questions, staccato, my voice harsh, accented with my native German.
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

As he moved closer to me, a foreboding chill swept through my body. He was so imposing in his uniform, fear enveloped me. I looked away as his eyes lingered on my body. I knew my peasant's blouse left little to the imagination, the thin gauze the only thing between my bare skin and him.

As my body heated up from both the hot lights and his stare, he whispered to me in a sinister voice.

"Unless I tell you otherwise, you will speak only in answer to my questions. Now, what are you doing here? Where do you live? How many resistance swine are in your family?"

His voice made my skin crawl, fear threatening to overtake me. I could barely find my voice.

"I...We live on...the other side of...the forest, my three daughter and myself."

I didn't mention my husband. He had gone to fight the war, in any event. I would lie to protect ourselves.

I glanced up at him hoping to find compassion. The timidity in my voice appalled me and I resolved to overcome it.

"I was in...the forest searching for...mushrooms to add...to our meager supplies. They grow in abundance...if you know where to look."

He stepped right up to me and I closed my eyes, fearful for what would happen next, my trembling apparent.
 
Colonel Thor

The quaver in her voice spoke volumes. The power I held over others was intoxicating.....almost like the high from Schnapps.

"You forgot one question. How many resistance swine are in your family? Where is your husband? How far is it to your farm? Perhaps I should send some of my men to see if your daughters are alright?" The last was to show her how completely she was in my power.......
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

He stepped closer, his power and control palpable. I gasped at his suggestion.

"No. Please, no. They are just innocents caught in this frightful war. Please. I'll do anything. Just leave my darlings out of this."

I looked up at him, willing him to use me in their stead.
 
Colonel Thor

"No. Please, no. They are just innocents caught in this frightful war. Please. I'll do anything. Just leave my darlings out of this." Her words spoke of her complete surrender. I had a quirk though. Even though I had the power to take whatever I wanted, I enjoyed the thrill of seduction. I wanted to make this lush French farm woman beg.... There was more than one woman in Europe that remembered Colonel Thor.

Wordlessly, I stepped behind her chair, completely out of view. I reached into a cabinet and pulled out a half bottle of the very good local French red table wine. I poured two glasses, amused that she was too frightened to turn to see what I was up to.

I stepped close behind her and said, "Madame, what is you name? And, perhaps, since I have decided that you bear Germans no ill will, you would join me in a glass of wine and a toast to the Fuhrer."
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

His words so close behind me startled me. I quickly rose and turned toward him surprised that he held out to me a glass of wine.

"My...my name? My name is Monique, Monique DeBrebon."

I took the glass from him, loathe to toast the man that was savagely raping Europe, but equally loathe to endangering myself.

I raised my glass and whispered, "To the Fuhrer."

I took a sip of the wine, watching this handsome German officer.

"May I be so bold as to ask your name?"

I wanted to know the name of the man who was about to soil me.
 
Joe

Tessa slipped out. She went to her house. I didn't want her to tell her father. I was sure to get busted. I had to get out of there, had to find somewhere safe. Maybe I could find her sister again. She had gone out to meet a friend. I struggled back down the ladder, peeked out of the barn. I ran into the woods, hid behind a tree. I waited to see who would come, what would happen next.
 
Colonel Thor

I clicked my heels and echoed her toast. Sieg Heil!, To the Fuhrer, the Fatherland, and Victory!" I was far too educated to believe some of the crap that I mouthed....still, one never knew where the Gestapo (Geheimstaatspolezi) might be lurking.

'Ich bin," I began, and then laughed and switched to English. "I am Thor von Hillersbach. Our lands are in Prussia."

As I spoke I bowed from the waist in the Prussian manner, and smiled as I sipped my wine.

"Monique....a lovely name. I may call you Monique?" I was amused at the puzzled look in her eyes. She was wondering what had become of the Waffen SS Colonel. He was still there, but he wore many faces.
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

He was a proud one, proud of his heritage. It was a shame really that he was a Nazi. I thought I could be friends with this charming man, in another life.

"Monique....a lovely name. I may call you Monique?"

I thought quickly how to respond. Acquiescence might seem condescending, or gullible. Rejection could turn him against me. I cleared my throat lest he think I was refusing to answer him.

"My acquaintances call me Madame DeBrebon; my friends call me Monique, or Nique." (pronounced Nee kuh, accent on the Nee)

I set the glass of wine down and wandered to the window, looking wistfully out, my back to him.
 
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