Viva la Resistance!(WWII-era Paris)

[Diana_Villiers]

Camille Auger is a student at the Universite de Paris in 1944. Last year, her literature professor approached her about a student group she might be interested in. The "student group" was the French Resistance. Camille began attending their secret meetings, contributing to the cause with every penny she could spare from her salary at the university bookstore.

Today she has a very important delivery to make: Erik Krieger, the Gestapo head, ordered several books from the bookstore. Camille requested to bring the package to him, in hopes that she could spend a few minutes rifling through his desk. The Resistance is planning a break on the Paris Jail, where several of its members are being held. Camille has to find out if the SS knows about the jailbreak.

Tall for her age -- 5'7" at nineteen -- Camille has light auburn hair, blue eyes, and a slightly sunburnt nose that comes from reading outside at cafes. She dresses in dark blue skirts and jackets to symbolize her love of France, although she has trouble finding them to fit her slim 34C frame.

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The story:

Camille pulled the paper-wrapped package close to her body as a blond policeman passed by on his beat. She was technically doing nothing illegal -- yet -- but the dangerous nature of her mission made her nervous nonetheless. It was one thing tosay one would risk one's life for a free France, but another to go out with nothing but her red-gold hair and her smile to protect her. She usually wore a small pistol in a thigh holster, but she didn't want to risk being frisked and turned away before she had a chance to see Krieger's office.

She reached the building, in the center of Paris. It had been a school before the Germans and their traitorous French accomplices had taken over the city. Camille walked up to the front door, where two guards stood, and showed them her ID.

"Delivery for Monsieur Krieger," she said.

"Come inside, please," one of them said in flawless French. He must be one of the traitorous accomplices, who'd betrayed his homeland to help the Germans. Camille lifted her chin as she stepped through the door.

She was shocked when she felt one of the guards brush her arse with his hand. Still, she did not react. Her mission was to see Krieger and find out if he knew anything about the jailbreak, and she would not do anything to compromise it.

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OOC: Looking for someone to play Krieger, and maybe the two guards. I'd like to steer away from Holocaust/Jewish stuff (because that's not sexy! just depressing!) and focus on the German/French clash, the police versus the resistance.

 

[kevingaster]

It had been a slow day on patrol but here was something to liven the day up. As this stunning FRench girl walked past she had to be searched, she had to be made to feel humble in the presence of my colleague and I, both being superior and representing the greatest nation on the planet - Germany. As she walked past I could not resist but touch her ass, which looked so tight in that blue skirt.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

"This way, Fraulein," the German guard said, leading Camille into a small room beside the main hallway. It had no windows, only a table and several chairs, and another door beside the one they had come through. "We must search you to be sure you are not carrying anything-- improper."

Camille was used to random searches at the university, so she set her package of books down and took off her jacket, turning slowly around to show that she was not hiding anything. She felt the guards' eyes on her and resisted the urge to shout at them, call them names, even spit at them. "As you can see," she said, "I have nothing but Monsieur Krieger's delivery."

She reached down to put her jacket on again, but the guard's hand on her arm stopped her.

 

[kevingaster]

I watched amazed as my colleague moved behind her and grasped her arms tight. Walking towards her I could feel my cock stiffening as her breasts heaved up and down as a result of the nerves she was obviously feeling. I reached out and with the encouragement of my fellow guard began to massage both breasts, before ripping her blouse open.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Camille reddened, both from fury and embarrassment. "How dare you?" she said. The shorter guard held her arms tight while the taller one ran his hands along her bra-clad breasts. "I am a French citizen, I am here with a delivery--" she struggled, inadvertantly causing her blouse to slip open further, "--for your commander! Release me at once!"

Her duty to the Resistance stopped her from tearing away from the men and running as far as she could go. Still, there was only so much indignation she could be asked to endure.

"You can see I am not hiding anything!" she said, glaring at the guard before her. "Where is Commander Krieger's office?"

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Bump! Still open for two male players to play the other guard and Krieger!

 

[Katamari Roller]

*Sorry, I've decided not to take part in this... yet, maybe. Sorry.*

 

[Eiselmann]

Erik Krieger was a man who liked things to go his way ,that normally happened but today for some reason things most assuredly were not going his way.

He turned to a guard and gave a short command "Get her out of here" He watched dispassionately as the woman was carried off his bed and dragged naked out of the room he used as a bedroom when he was too tired to make the journey back to his apartments near the central city.

The woman had arrived at his offices several hours earlier to beg for her husbands life , a brave move and a foolish one still he had entertained the womans plea and then asked what in return she would do for him.

At first the woman had been unsure and then understanding dawned and she allowed herself to be taken...yet she had just lied down, parted her legs and stared blankly ahead as he'd entered her , he'd told her to show passion ,to love his cock, love having him in her, he'd told her to beg him not to stop but she had simply ignored his commands. Disgusted he pulled out of her and then ordered the men of his office to come in and take the woman one at a time and for two hours he watched as they fucked her but still she showed no emotion except a sense of shock.

He'd allowed her to go home with the parting words "Get yourself cleaned up and if you want you husband to live beyond the next week you'll come back with a girlfriend and you'll beg me to fuck you and then you'll keep begging me not to stop" he didn't care if she came back or not...he'd never bothered to find out her husbands name.

The next thing that had gone wrong was his books were late and so he stormed off towards the guardroom to see if they were there. Upon arrival he saw two guards and a very, very pretty young lady who was carrying a bundle of books. He watched as one of the guards roughly pulled at her bra while his mouth kissed a breast the other guard had his cock out and was hiking up the womans dress...she was a fighter.

"That will be all you two" the guards came to attention

Erik turned to the girl "You are late..." he was tempted to take the books and leave her but he was more tempted to see where fate led him, she was if nothing else very beautiful and her body held promises that he would love to uncover "...recover yourself and follow me " he watched her put her clothes into position and then walked back towards his offices he opened the door and watched as the young thing walked by his eyes followed her walk

"Take a seat" he poured her a glass of wine and took one for himself "You'll forgive the guards they have great taste but do not know how to treat a woman ...I do " he added with a smile his eyes moving between her chest and face as he spoke

He sat on the desk infront of her, his legs apart "So my dear what is your name?"

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Camille straightened the hem of her blouse as she sat in the office, trying to regain control of herself after her discomfitting encounter with the guards. Krieger had spoken to her in German, so she would respond in German; the commander probably didn't even speak the language of the country he was occupying.

"My name is Camille," she said. Normally she would have given a false name while working on Resistance business. But today, she had a legitimate reason to be here, and her supervisor at the bookstore didn't know about her involvement with the underground. No need to risk her job any more than usual.

"Your books." Camille set the package of books on the table and carefully opened it, displaying the titles for Krieger to see. "As you ordered, Monsieur: annotated editions of Flaubert and Balzac, Louys, and--the Marquis de Sade."

Camille hadn't inspected the package before bringing Krieger, but she wished she had. Her cheeks were burning. This German commander had ordered only the very best in French erotic literature.

He was watching her with a slight smirk. She reached up for the wine glass he'd poured her and took a sip, telling herself it was just to steady her nerves. Krieger's blue eyes seemed to burn into her as she drank. It was much hotter in the room than it had any right to be.

Camille reminded herself that she had a mission. She had to either find enough time alone in Krieger's office to look through his desk, or determine from the man himself that he knew nothing of the Resistance's planned jailbreak.

The books were still sitting there in plain sight, their titles leaping out at her, as if they could tell everyone her secrets. Krieger was still staring at her, strong and hard, just like a German. Camille felt something electrically attractive in his look, and crossed her legs.

"Shall I...shelve them for you, Monsieur?" she said. Anything to keep her in the room until she could discover what she had come for.

 

[Eiselmann]

Krieger looked at Camille, he was certain that she had given him her real first name, he could read people quite well, besides she had to expect to be followed when she left his offices ,giving a false name now would simply see her back here in less than happy circumstances.

He ignored her question for a moment and said " Your German is excellant Camille it is good that you have taken the effort to learn our language" he looked at her more intently wondering what she wanted, for it was plain that she wanted something no French woman came here and made an excuse to stay even just a little longer without great reason.

Erik hoped it was not something as petty as a relative in his jail who she wanted released if that was the case he would take her until he was ready to look at the file of her relative and then he might consider releasing him if all the conditions for that release were met.

"Ah yes the books please do selve them for me Camille there is a space for the books as you can see" he smiled

He took the books and held them out for her as she took them Erik watched her eyes , he'd seen the look before a mixture of hate and need and if he was not mistaken desire ,all the things French women felt about German men were in those eyes and he could hardly blame her since her own men had failed so utterly in the defense of their own country and its women.

He released the books into her care and watched her move to the book case the gap was high, but within reach if she went on tippytoe she could just get the books into their place, if she really wanted to ....he smiled as she struggled and moved behind her "Here Camile let me give you a little lift"

He placed his right hand on one hip and with the left, lightly touched her bottom before placing it firmly on the other hip and lifted , when the books were in place he let her down but didn't let her go.

Instead he leaned closer to her, his manhood was hard and hung down his right trouser leg ,she had to feel it , he moved his hands slowly from her hips up her waist and cupped her breasts the frabic of her clothes only heighten his attraction to her

"So Camille " he said quietly "now that you have done this service for me is there anything you can think of that I could do for you, some way I can be off *service* to you " his smile broadened in normal times it would be a weak line but right here he had all the power and it was time to begin the process of finding out just what this woman wanted from him and how much she was willing to pay to get it.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

The instant Krieger put his hands on her to help her up, Camille felt a tingling in every part of her body. She decided it must be just nerves. He was much taller than the boys at the university, and his broad shoulders and large hands gave him an air of immense strength. Camille wasn't usually afraid, but on this, her first solo endeavor, she was very anxious to succeed. To fail would mean the lives of several friends and compatriots, and probably her own life as well.

She shelved the books carefully. Krieger lifted her back down, and she turned to thank him, ask him for a glass of water or something to get him out of the room, but he didn't let go of her. He pressed himself against her and ran his hands up her body, over her waists and on her breasts. And his prick was hard against the back of her thigh -- Camille felt an answering surge of arousal in herself, but batted it away. She could not, would not, be distracted by this thuggish man.

"So, Camille," he said softly in her ear, "now that you have done this service for me, is there anything you can think of that I could do for you?" She must be imagining things. The SS commander wouldn't be handing her an opportunity like this on a golden plate, would he?

"Some way I can be of service to you?" Krieger said, deliberately.

Camille thought quickly. He must be used to women coming to him for favors, begging for themselves or their loved ones, offering whatever they had for his mercy. She must be different from them if she was to get the information she wanted and escape with her pride intact. No German would ever sleep with her: she was faithful to France.

"I--was just curious," she said, turning in his arms to face him. She caught her breath as her eyes met his, and she saw the power and ruthlessness -- and yet, an ember of desire -- in them. "My professor has spoken sometimes of, ah, freedom fighters, Frenchmen and women who struggle against the rightful German government. He says that you are very effective at catching and punishing them. What do you do to resistance fighters you have found?"

 

[Eiselmann]

"Is that all you want from me Camille, an answer to a question about the fate of the resistence in my prisons" he looked into her eyes and down at her breasts her breath was so strong that they moved up and down fighting against the confines of her clothes.

As she had turned in his arms his hands had slipped from her breasts ...but she hadn't fought him. He moved his hands to her top and undid first one button then another

"I would have thought that such matters were of no interest to you, but still if its important to you, we split them up into male and female groups" he undid the rest of the buttons of her top and pulled the top apart exposing her bra and the tops of her breasts..he leaned over a kissed each one then smiled "we talk to the women first sometimes they talk back sometimes they don't ....not at first anyway , we then show them the error of their ways ,show them that they should not be fighting the German man since the French man will not fight for them"

With one hand he undid the buttons of his pants and his member came out his took one of her hands and placed it on his long cock "So Camille do you want to experience what many French women do finally enjoy or would you like me to give you a practical demonstration of my interrigation style"

 

[Diana_Villiers]

As Krieger slowly unbuttoned her blouse, Camille suppressed the urge to scream or fight. He was the man who could tell her what she needed to know, and she couldn't risk offending or alienating him.

Neither did she want to get in over her head. Her breath caught as he kissed her breasts, but that was surely nothing but her own nervousness. Krieger talked about what her friends must have gone through on their entry to the prison -- poor girls -- but nothing at all about the three University students who were now in jail, nor of their impending trials. Perhaps the SS didn't know about the planned jailbreak after all?

"...since the French men will not fight for them," Krieger finished.

Camille was at the brink of a scathing reply when Krieger undid his pants, revealing his large cock, hard and ready to go. He put her hand on it, shocking her into silence for a moment.

He expected her to fuck him! Did he think that she would willingly debase herself like that, forsaking her friends and her country? Camille quickly moved her hand off his prick, feeling the hard flesh below her fingers, and put it on his chest.

"Monsieur," she said, still trying to figure out a way to find out if Krieger knew about the upcoming jailbreak. "Is there anything you can tell me about these Resistance fighters? Do you know of a time when I can, perhaps, see a trial? I am very curious to see what happens to them." She looked over her shoulder quickly, determining whether she could run for the door once he had answered.

 

[Eiselmann]

Erik's eyes flashed in anger for a moment then recovered , she was young and this need to know about the fate of the resistance in his jails seemed unusual he made a guess she was either someone who would willingly be used against her country men and women or someone who had a vested interest in his answers.....well there was a price to pay for those answers

"I see nothing wrong with you seeing what happens to resistance fighters, at least what happens to the female ones we have a trial coming up, invitation only of course and to get an invite you have to make the one man who gets to decide who attends happy....that man is me"

With that he lifted up her dress and took a hold of her panties and ripped them off her , he slide one finger and then a second finger inside her cunt and started to move them in and out...she was wet to begin and was getting wetter all the time he looked at her the same mixtire of hate need and desire still remained "you can make me happy Camille or you can make all my men happy " .

When we're done I'll find out who she knows in my prison for that much seemed obvious whether she loved them or hated them she knew someone he held but that thought was put aside as he increased the speed of his fingers working her cunt and soon his cock would take their place.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

"We have a trial coming up," Krieger said, and with those words Camille knew that he had no idea that the Resistance was planning to break those imprisoned out of jail before the trial could take place. She had the information she wanted, and now she had to leave as quickly as possible before Krieger could get any information out of her.

Suddenly Krieger grabbed her dress and lifted it above her waist, revealing her panties. Before she could fight or run, he tore them off. Camille felt the sting of fabric ripping against her skin, but that was nothing compared to the sensation of his fingers plunged in her cunt. Camille gasped. She was embarrassed to feel herself getting wetter as he moved his hand in and out, bringing her further into arousal. is thumb brushed her clit, and she bit her lip to stop from moaning.

"You can make me happy, Camille, or you can make all my men happy," Krieger said. As if to accentuate his words, he moved his fingers more quickly inside her. Camille's legs weakened as she imagined a half-dozen or more German men, all having their way with her. She put a hand on the bookshelf to steady herself.

I can't stay like this any longer, she thought desperately. I have to get out of here! She fought against her body's response to Krieger's manipulations and twisted away, trying to escape from him and the room.

 

[Eiselmann]

Erik saw her eyes widen she was enjoying this wanted this and then excited him soon he'd insert his cock inside her.

He worked her clit now and her eyes openned wider then just as he was about to stick his cock inside her she twisted and almost escaped his gasp

"No you don't " he yelled before repeating in softer tones "no you don't you still don't have your invite" he placed his hands on her arse and lifted her away from the book case carrying her to the rug on the floor by his desk he placed her on the ground and before his could move he guided his cock inside her she wasn't tight but neither was she loose and he quickly got into a steady up and down beat ..the noise of suction cou;d be heard each time he thrust deep into her his hands held her arms up and with his mouth he popped a breats out of her bra his mouth worked the nipple.

In the back of his mind he knew he had friends of hers it was just a matter of who they were and whether they would live ...or if they were women... fuck. He also knew that when he finished with sweet Camille that a few dozen young German boys just graduated from the Hitler Youth and assigned to his command would love to get their hands on some French pussy ...today would be their lucky day.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Camille cried out when Krieger penetrated her with his cock. She should have been more careful, she should have run away when he first started to make advances -- but she hadn't, and now the tall, blond German was raping her on his office floor.

He pinned her hands above her head as he thrust, and each time Camille felt herself unwillingly edging closer to orgasm. She fought back as much as she could, but Krieger was much too strong. He overpowered her easily. As he forced himself in and out of her, he dipped his head to her breasts and began tonguing her nipple.

Camille couldn't help herself; she arched her back, straining for more. Her hot cunt tightened around Krieger's prick as it steadily beat into her. Her skin was burning everywhere he touched her: breasts, wrists, stomach, everything was on fire.

"No, stop," she gasped, struggling to escape Krieger's mouth and cock, but he was everywhere on her, in her, and he was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before.

 

[Eiselmann]

See was good but unbroken and he liked his women compliant in time she would be . but the real fun was in the breaking .

She asked him to stop but her body was now moving with him the lie was in the words or soon would be.

He simply started the work his cock in and out of her faster and faster his balls slapping almost continuously against her body he felt her tense and risked moving one hand just above the spot where his ccok was entering he flicked that part of her cunt quickly for a few moments before returning his grap on her arms he was about to cum but not yet he wanted her to know in her heart that he was the best fuck she had ever had, a German fuck ...in a few minutes he would call on his assistant to organise his room and the queue of young Germans ready to continue the lesson Camiile was only now begining to understand

The only real MEN in this country were German and an increasing number of French women were coming to understand that.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Krieger brushed her clit with his hand as he pumped his cock in and out of her, and Camille saw stars. This wasn't happening. She wasn't spread on the carpet of an enemy office, practically naked, helplessly pinned to the floor while a handsome, strong German officer brought her closer and closer to coming.

Her hips were unconsciously rising to meet him with every thrust of his huge cock, even as he pounded her down into the floor. "Oh, God," she said, the words slipping out without thought. She was dizzy, she could hardly concentrate on the original reason she came here today. She hated the Germans, hated them all, especially hated Krieger for what he was doing to her now--

Krieger grunted as he thrust into her, and that noise sent her spinning over the edge. Camille reached up with her hips, needing to feel Krieger deep inside her, deeper than she'd ever had a man before.

 

[Eiselmann]

Erik smiled as Camille started working on him , this was more like it , a good start but only a start in time she would come to him begging for his cock begging to be fucked begging to fuck any male he asked her to but not yet for while Camille was there now, she would revert back to that which she had been ...hostile.

Their bodies increased in speed both desparate for the other he felt his cock move even deeper in to her, into a part where no cock had ever reached for here she was tight the pressure on his cock increased and then sudddenly he knew what was coming and he stopped his motion completely but felt her continue to buck in to his body after a few seconds he started again pounding into her cunt with all his force and body and then....release...he felt his cum flood into her but his rocking continued ,soon Camille would be ready for the next step... but for now his cock stayed hard inside her.

A few minutes later he called out "Helga" a tall German women opened the door and barely looked at Camille.

"Sir"

"Make sure my room is ready I want ropes and cuffs and get those new boys to line up outside my room ...get a couple of guards here in five minutes and Helga ...: he said with a smile "...make sure they are ready to do what needs to be done before they come into the room " Helga nodded she was a marvel and the line of young men just out of training would have the services of a tame French woman to ensure they were rock hard when they entered the room.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Camille felt Krieger's cock plunge deep inside her, pounding her, knocking her back against the floor and penetrating her more intensely than she had ever felt. When he came, he poured his cum into her, and that sent her into a whirling orgasm, her pussy clenching his prick as she gasped and felt the world shake.

Although he had just come, Krieger's cock was still rock-hard inside her. He even moved it a bit as she breathlessly recovered from her orgasm, so that Camille barely registered his harsh voice and another presence in the room.

"...ropes and cuffs...new boys...what needs to be done..."

Krieger's commands filtered into her consciousness, and she hazily put the pieces together. Her ordeal wasn't over. There would be more -- she wasn't allowed to leave yet -- there would be more. She had to escape. She couldn't take another fucking like the one she'd just had, the one that left her coming so hard she could barely tell which part of the office was up.

"No..." she moaned, wriggling weakly, gathering her strength to try to push Krieger off her.

 

[Eiselmann]

When Helga left he continued to rock his body in and out of her for a few seconds her orgasm had been strong , one day when she was his she would experience multiple orgasms with his cock inside her for he had only fucked her to keep her here...there was no skill in that but in time she would learn that there was much more skill in his lovemaking .

Then she had tried to get up a futile attempt..."not broken yet"

He pulled his cock out of her and sat in her stomach his weight forward "See my cock Camille..." it rested between her two upright breasts " ...do you love it? do you want it? , what does your body say? for that is where the truth lies and in time your mouth will voice that truth"

Just then two guards walked in "Pick her up " he got up as the guards took their grip take her straight to my room "Do not fuck her until I arrive or your balls will lead your body to Russia"

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Camille was still slightly dazed, but she could feel herself being picked up and carried into another room. A rumpled bed lay there, and -- sweet Jesus, was that a coil of rope? And why handcuffs?

The guards lifted her easily onto the bed, and although she fought them, within minutes they had forced her legs apart and tied her ankles to the footboard. One of the guards put his knee between her legs to handcuff her wrists to the headboard, so that Camille was fully unable to move, other than twisting from side to side. The guard leaned over her and dipped a gloved finger into her well-used cunt, bringing it up to sniff it.

"Seems like the Commander had a good go of it," he said.

Camille did not answer.

The guard snorted, and reached out to hold her head still. He brought his hand up to her face, forcing her to smell Krieger's cum mixed with her own. Camille tried to avoid it, but the guard pushed his finger in her mouth, laughing when she gagged. She bit his finger, and he yelped. Pulling his finger out, he slapped her across the face with his other gloved hand. "French bitch!" he exclaimed. "If the Commander hadn't given orders, I'd be on you right now, teaching you a lesson about how to behave to your betters!"

 

[Eiselmann]

Erik walked pass the line of guards outside his room , they were all 18 but some looked older...some even looked younger , several looked very nervous.

At the head of the line stood a young blond man his eyes looked like they would pop out his face was red...at his waist a French Woman in her late 30's was sucking his cock getting it hard....she was the daughter, wife and mother of 5 men he had held in his prison for over two years...she did what she was told to keep them alive

"Virgin?..." he asked the boy and he nodded " ...not for long"
he walked into his room and noticed a red mark on Camille face it didn't matter.

"Good she is secure you first he pointed at one guard then you ,five minutes each and no more marks on her face...when you have finished wait outside the room and make sure they keep coming as I need them.

With that he sat down and watched and for the first time he asked a question "So Camille who is it you know in my prison"

 

[Diana_Villiers]

The guard who had slapped her was on her in an instant after Krieger's command, plunging his cock into her still-wet pussy. He was smaller than Krieger, but more forceful and angry, as if he were getting back at her for biting his hand. Camille almost regretting having done it as she felt her cunt battered by the man's onslaught.

Krieger sat down on the bed beside her, watching her face, feeling the creaking of the bed.

"So, Camille," he said conversationally. "Who is it you know in my prison?"

Camille felt her expression change, from pain at the guard fucking her roughly to surprise at Krieger's knowledge. But perhaps he didn't know much...she should lie. Unless, of course, he did know everything, in which case lying would only bring more punishment.

She would give him one name of the three, she thought. That would tell her how much he knew.

The guard on top of her slapped her breast, and she cried out, tears stinging her eyes. "Michelle Devereaux," she said to Krieger. "My old roommate. That's all."