Behind Enemy Lines

Tessa

I had gone into the house with every intention of telling Papa but he was no longer there. I stood there for a moment then walked out in time to see the American soldier flee into the woods. I ran after him and stopped near him.

"Papa is not home. I don't know where he has gone, but, I know a way out of this area without anyone seeing you or being able to find you." When the war had started I'd once thought of running away from home because I did not wish to stay and see our beautiful country ruined by the Germans. Our home sat near the water and I knew that once a week, soldiers arrived from England at a small, as of yet undetected, dock just on the other side of the woods. I told him all of this and waited to see what he would wish to do.

As I waited I realized it was getting close to afternoon and I had not seen my mother since breakfast...
 
Colonel Thor

She stepped toward the window (very small, this is a military command vehicle) and paused....placing her wine on the desk beside her. I moved silently closer, but spoke so as not to frighten her, "I think we will be friends, in time, so I shall call you Monique. The sound of your name in French calls up images of Paris before the war. What a lovely city it is."

I placed both of my hands on her shoulders and gently kneaded them, my fingers gentle............ She was prepared to submit, that was obvious, but I wanted her to surrender with abandon and desire.......
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

As I knew he would, he followed me to the window. I knew he would touch me but I flinched nonetheless. I began to despair as he talked of becoming friends.

Yet, his hands gently massaged my shoulders. In a way, it felt marvelous. I began to allow myself to relax a little. I knew there was little chance to escape my destiny.

His hands began to travel down my arms and I began to tremble in fear.

"Please don't hurt me," I whispered.
 
Colonel Thor

"Please don't hurt me." Her words touched an emotion that had been suppressed; papered over by the raw brutality of war.

'Monique, cherie, I have no intention of hurting you. This is something that happenes in war - a brief interlude between two people." I made a mental note to be sure that her farm would be guarded - as long as we were here - from the maurauding dregs that followed true soldiers.

I slid my hands along her bare arms, bent my head, and kissed the nape of her neck. My fingers barely brushed the sides of her breasts - there was no hurry at all.
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

His words were comforting but his touch was fanning an ember buried deep within me. His kisses on my neck were electrifying a part of me I thought had been locked away. His fingers lightly caressing my arms, the slight brush on my breast, sent tendrils of lust into my loins. I was frightened, yet I felt my body betraying my fear by responding to him.

His breath was hot on me now and my heart was racing. My breasts were moving as my breathing increased in intensity.

I quickly turned and backed away from him, my eyes wide.

"No, this can't be happening. I can't..."

I held my hands up in front of me, knowing my words were useless as my body betrayed me time and again.
 
Joe

We headed out through he woods. I had to trust her. No other choice. We hadn't gone far when she put up her hand. There was a vehicle on the road. We crept closer to get a better look. There were German guards. I wanted to leave, but she put her arm on mine. Said we had to cross the road. No where else was safe. We would have to wait. We heard voices coming from inside. Sounded like a man and woman. Tessa looked at me strangely. We listened some more…. “Mama?”… she said to me. I had no idea what she was talking about.
 
Colonel Thor

"No, this can't be happening. I can't..." She held up her hands as though to ward me off, but her body was singing a different tune. I took her uplifted hands in both of mine. Slowly, almost like swimming in molasses, I pulled her close to me. I released one hand, bent my head, and kissed her full on her soft, pouty lips. My free hand rested on her back, but without pressure. The heat from her body seeped through the thin dress she wore. Her scent was one of the earth, the outdoors, mixed with a hint of musk.
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

He approached me and gently took my hands into his. Electricity surged through me. It was an incredibly pleasurable sensation and my head began to swim.

As if in a dream, he inched closer, bending down toward me, our lips touching. His kiss was deep and passionate. His arm went around my body and gently drew me to him. His sensuous nature was winning my body over even as my mind, and my conscience, rebelled.

My heart raced, as did my mind. The feelings he was bringing out in me were old ones resurfacing, ones experienced before my arranged marriage. My mind screamed at me to pull away even as I kissed him back. I reached my arms up his muscled chest, snaking them around his head, twining my fingers in his hair as I gave in to the emotions raging through my body.

Then thoughts of my daughters charged into my head, their faces dancing before me, their horrified expressions making me break the kiss with a gasp. My hands returned to his chest but this time frantically attempting to push myself away from him.

"Monsieur, I am married with a family. I cannot give in to these wanton feelings. Please! I beg of you, do not do this thing."
 
Tessa

I'd heard my mother's voice coming from the German camp and I stopped, frightened. What were they doing with my mother??

Monsieur, I am married with a family. I cannot give in to these wanton feelings. Please! I beg of you, do not do this thing."

I heard those words and I looked at the soldier.

"Mama...I have to help her...they will hurt her if I do not do something to stop them. Go, just over the ridge to your right. Do not stop. You will reach the dock just as the boat is arriving..."
 
Celine

I watched as Isabellsa came out of the barn and we started to wander out to the field of flowers where we would always talk.

"Isabella, I brought a basket of fruit and cheese for your family" Holding it out to her.

"So, what is new in your life. Any young men wanting to court you?"
 
Joe

Shit. On my own again. But I couldn't stay, not with the Nazi's so close.... "Come with me. Your momma will be okay.".... She was having none of it and started walking towards the command vehicle. I quickly scooted over the ridge. Rather than go to the boat, I circled back and watched from a strategic location on the other side of the road. The boat would do me no good without Tessa. I would wait here until she emerged.
 
Tessa

I walked to the edge of the woods and then out into the clearing approaching the place where I'd heard my mother's voice. I heard shouts of German but could not understand them as I did not speak the language. As I reached the place and was about to enter, several men came at me, all holding pistols in their hands and pointing them at me...

Hören Sie im Namen des Fuhrer auf. Wir werden schießen, wenn Sie nicht aufhören
 
Colonel Thor

Hören Sie im Namen des Fuhrer auf. Wir werden schießen, wenn Sie nicht aufhören.

The commotion outside broke the moment. I spun on my heel and angrily flung the door open. In my most menacing voice I shouted, 'Was is los?"

I saw two of my Tankers, schmeissers leveled, and a young girl, all clustered around the door to my command vehicle. My frustration at being interrupted only fueled my cold anger......
 
Tessa

I still did not understand any of them but I knew the man now standing before me was the man who held my mother.

"Please sir," I began as politely and quietly as I'd been raised to speak to my elders, especially the German soldiers. "I believe you have my mother inside. I worry for her and please may I see her?" I did not look at the man, I'd been taught better, and kept my eyes lowered until he told me to do otherwise...
 
Colonel Thor

'damned French',' I thought. I love the sound of it, but I cannot understand a word. I motioned to my Tankers to relax. This girl was certainly no threat. I heard a sound behind me and turned suddenly. Monique had bumped a stool...a stool that was right in front of the map that depicted the deployment of my armor. My eyes narrowed. I turned back to the girl and barked, "Kommen."

As she stepped inside I turend back to Monique and asked - in my textbook correct English, "Is there something over there that interests you?"
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

He began to approach me again but shouts from outside of the vehicle stopped him. I began to breathe again.

He whirled and threw the door open, quite angry, his coloring darkening with his rage. Then I heard my baby girl's voice, speaking the language I knew he could not understand, speaking as politely as her young years would allow her. She knew I was being held there and wanted to see me.

My panic mounted as I realized he could take her captive as well and ravish her inexperienced young body. I became frightened and frantically looked around the cramped area for something to use to protect my child.

Oh, Tessa, I thought to myself, why couldn't you remain home, safe from harm?

I stumbled and fell against a stool. I reached my arm out to steady myself and looked up straight into a map of some kind. The markings were odd. The only thing I recognized were the landmarks of the surrounding countryside.

It was then I heard his ice cold voice.

"Is there something over there that interests you?"

I whirled around, stammering in French, belatedly remember his unfamiliarity with the language. I began again in English.

"No, heir Colonel, nothing here is of interest. I stumbled upon hearing my daughter's voice."

I ran to the door, wanting with all my heart to protect my darling Tessa. His hand reached out and pushed me away from the door, barking an order to his men, slamming the door, closing off any fleeting access I'd had to protect Tessa. He advanced on me, the rage apparent in his face.

I backed away, my hands in front of me. I was terrified.
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

He began to approach me again but shouts from outside of the vehicle stopped him. I began to breathe again.

He whirled and threw the door open, quite angry, his coloring darkening with his rage. Then I heard my baby girl's voice, speaking the language I knew he could not understand, speaking as politely as her young years would allow her. She knew I was being held there and wanted to see me.

My panic mounted as I realized he could take her captive as well and ravish her inexperienced young body. I became frightened and frantically looked around the cramped area for something to use to protect my child.

Oh, Tessa, I thought to myself, why couldn't you remain home, safe from harm?

I stumbled and fell against a stool. I reached my arm out to steady myself and looked up straight into a map of some kind. The markings were odd. The only thing I recognized were the landmarks of the surrounding countryside.

It was then I heard his ice cold voice.

"Is there something over there that interests you?"

I whirled around, stammering in French, belatedly remembering his unfamiliarity with the language. I began again in English.

"No, heir Colonel, nothing here is of interest. I stumbled upon hearing my daughter's voice."

I ran to the door, wanting with all my heart to protect my darling Tessa. His hand reached out and pushed me away from the door, barking an order to his men, slamming the door, closing off any fleeting access I'd had to protect Tessa. He advanced on me, the rage apparent in his face.

I backed away, my hands in front of me. I was terrified, for Tessa, and for myself.
 
Colonel Thor

With some effort, I reined in my anger. Her daughter was an innocent, and German soldiers do not dishonor themselves. I opened the door I had just slammed and barked orders to my Tankers. I told them to hold her in a safe place, feed her, and, under no circumstances hurt her. They were to await my further orders.....

I shut the door again, somewhat more gently. "Monique, your daughter will be quite safe. I think she heard your voice and thought you were in trouble. A German officer admires courage. She will come to no harm."

I was still annoyed at the interruption......she was close to surrendering......we will see........I reminded myself that I could take what I wanted, but my experience had taught me that surrender and passionate involvement were two very different things.

I strode away from the door and poured myself another glass of the passable Frence red table wine.

"Another glass, cherie?"
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

When he came back from the door the second time, he had calmed, attempting to reassure me that Tessa would be unharmed. I was still frightened but his tone and reassurances had a calming effect on me.

He offered a glass of wine. I was literally at his mercy. He could do anything to me, but he was being civil, cordial. I was quite taken aback.

"Oui, heir colonel. Merci."

As he poured the glass, I lowered myself to the cot, trying to control the trembling that had begun at his outburst. My hands were shaking so when he offered the glass that it began to spill. He cupped his hands over my own and guided the glass to my lips, helping me to take a sip.

"Merci," I whispered, as he set the glass on the table.

"What will you do with me, with us? We are simple farmers, trying to stay alive and make ends meet. We have done nothing wrong. Please. Please let us go."

My eyes filled with tears as I looked up into his.
 
Joe

I watched as Tessa was hauled away by the guards. Shit. Now I'd have to go save her. They took her down the road, tied her to a tree and gagged her. One guard stayed with her while the others returned to the command center. I found a rock, snuck up behind the guard and knocked him unconscious. I quickly untied Tessa.... "We have to get out of here. Now. Your mother can take care of herself.".... I held her arm tightly and pulled her towards the boat. She struggled to break free. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her the rest of the way, put her in the boat and shoved off.... "Where to now?"
 
Colonel Thor

"What will you do with me, with us? We are simple farmers, trying to stay alive and make ends meet. We have done nothing wrong. Please. Please let us go." Her words tugged at my heart. War was cruel, brutal. The people most affected were the poor civilians. However, despite the Allied landing, we still controlled most of France. The Fuhrer had given orders to never give ground. My armor would be back in combat in a matter of days.

I was sympathetic, but I knew only too well that one or both of us might not see the sunrise tomorrow. I had felt, before the interruption, a seething sexuality, just beneath the surface. I sensed that her marriage to the farmer was less than fulfilling. I sat beside her on the cot and wiped her tears away with my hand. I cupped her chin and said, 'Cherie, you are safe as long as we are here. German soldiers do not harm civilians unless they are part of the resistance." I moved my head closer to hers, my ice blue eyes never leaving hers...... I pulled Monique gently closer and kissed her. The kiss was soft. My left hand was on her arm.....stroking with my fingertips.
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

His face had softened as I spoke, begging to be released. This was a man, yes, a soldier, but a real person. I sensed the war was not an easy one for him.

He sat next to me, speaking softly, wiping my tears away.

"Cherie, you are safe as long as we are here. German soldiers do not harm civilians unless they are part of the resistance."

He touched my chin, cupping it in his warm hand, turning it towards him. His eyes were striking. I felt as if he could read my very thoughts. He was so handsome, so warm, but I reminded myself that he was the enemy. Still, it had been so long since a man had treated me as a woman worth wanting.

He leaned closer, our lips touching. An electricity that I hadn't expected fanned my soul. I felt his touch on my arms. It was so inviting. My conscience told me to resist, but my heart wanted him. I was shocked at myself as I kissed him back, my hands caressing his chest, then reaching around him, my body melting into his arms.
 
Tessa

For a moment I could not answer, but then I knew that this man had to find allies of his own so that he could get back to his own home. Perhaps he was right and Mama could take care of herself. I looked around and got my bearings before I pointed just to our left.

"That way, just around that patch of trees." He nodded and steered the boat in that direction. As we rounded the trees I smiled to see that we were not too late. Just as our boat came into view, I could see the British flag waving from several vehicles. I heard some shouting and then several soldiers ran out to the docks as we approached. I could not tell if they were happy to see us or not. I looked at the American with me, hoping he would understand...
 
Colonel Thor

Monique's lips met mine....at first hesitantly, and then they became as one. Her arms slid around my back - she pulled me close. We - as naturally as though we had been lovers for years -slipped down on the cot, our arms pulling the other close, lips exploring....the rising heat of passion blurring our spartan surroundings. The war seemed far away....there was only this moment between two people.

I slid my hands from high on her back to the curves of her bottom. She was firm, yet lushly female......
 
Monique DeBrebon - the mother

As he lowered me to the cot, I felt wanted, needed. His hands caressed my body as though he knew me and I relished at the feeling. My heart began to race as my passion rose and my body began to respond to him.

Then all at once visions of my family intruded on my feelings, causing me to gasp at what I was doing.

I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, my brows furrowing. I pushed feebly up at his chest.

"What am I doing? This is not me. I must not. My...my family."

He gazed at me and I once again began to melt. What was this hold he had on me?
 
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