All the guile of Mata Hari.
But Mata Hari was caught and executed.....doesn't bode well for little old me, does it?
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Nazis And The Purple Orchid
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But Mata Hari was caught and executed.....doesn't bode well for little old me, does it?
Quit reading ahead things I haven't written yetI did say
You're in a Tree story...
RacingRodent
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Quit reading ahead things I haven't written yet
It's a spy story, it's what spies do
No, they are by Xaurmav, on the Dark Spot
Next segment!
Barbaria leads the Gestapo Agent to her bedroom. As one who studies people for a living, he easily detects her nervousness. Her hands tremble as she reaches for buttons on the back of her dress. He says “Allow me to do that. Is this your first time with a man?”
Barb giggles and says “I would be lying if I told you I am a virgin!”
“Lying to me is one thing you do not want to do” he says sternly as his fingers goes down her back from one button to the next.
“Sir, I have not been with a man as powerful as you” Barb replies.
“I am not that powerful. I am but a detective while your friends are with generals that out-rank me by far” he explains as Barb’s dress falls from her breasts and lands on her hips. He glides his hands down the sides of her bare waist and eases the dress pasted her hips and it drops around her ankles. Barb steps out of the dress leaving her naked save for her neckless, bracelets, and shoes. He kneels behind her and unbuckles the ankle straps of the stilettos and Barb steps out of the shoes. To her surprise he picked up her dress and shoes, hanging the dress in the armoire and neatly placing the shoes in the lower drawer.
He walks behind her and cups a breast in one hand and slips his other hand between her legs. He gently massaged her clit and whispered in her ear “You are a very beautiful woman but if I find you are anything different than you say you are you will not be the first woman I have executed.”
Defensively Barb squeezes her legs together and gasps. Her heart races and after a moment to collect herself she whispers “That is a unique line to talk a woman to bed.”
The German lets out a hearty laugh, kissed her neck and says “You did not find that romantic? Your pussy practically squirted!”
Barb turns to face him and says “anxiety and arousal is not the same thing. You have me at a disadvantage. Do you have a name I can call you besides ‘sir?’”
He tells her his name is Hermann. Barb smiles and says “May I undress you?”
“Please do” he replies.
Barb seems more relaxed as she undresses him. Barb would find though Hermann was hardly the blond Adonis Arian German portrayed on the propaganda posters he is certainly good in bed and has stamina she had never experienced before. She finally begs him to let her get some sleep. If they have sex one more time she doubts she will be able to walk the next morning.
As dawn breaks through the window barb looks up and sees Hermann standing by the bed. He says “Sleepy Head, I must go. May I call you again?”
“We have no telephone.”
“I can fix that” he says.
Barb climbs from the bed and kisses him passionately.
He smiles and says “I take that to mean I may call.”
“Of course you can. I look forward to it!” Barb says. Hermann shows himself out and Barb collapses on the bed wondering what just happened…
Tree
Excellent segment, Tree! Very hot, and sets up an interesting conundrum - spy relationship with the "target".
“You are a very beautiful woman but if I find you are anything different than you say you are you will not be the first woman I have executed.”
Those are the words, especially the last few that haunt me and chill me to the bone as I lie naked on the bed wondering what just happened.
I expected the worst. Thought it would be horrible ... repulsive ... to let a Gestapo man have his way with me, but it didn't turn out that way. He surprised me and I surprised myself.
But what did I get out of it beyond a little pleasure? Not that the sex wasn't good, but I failed to get any kind of information, secret or otherwise, out of him.
Messaline will kill me. As a spy, I am worthless, miscast.
On the other hand, all is not lost, I will undoubtedly see him again. I will get a second chance if I play my cards right.
But wait, I also will be getting a second chance to slip up, to be caught saying the wrong thing, to be found out, and if that happens his words ... "you will not be the first woman I have executed" ... could become prophetic.
But for now, I will not worry. He is gone, and I am alone. I am just going to lie here naked, letting the cool night air waft through the open window to cool my burning hot skin, and just be glad that I am alive.
Those are the words, especially the last few that haunt me and chill me to the bone as I lie naked on the bed wondering what just happened. I expected the worst. Thought it would be horrible ... repulsive ... to let a Gestapo man have his way with me, but it didn't turn out that way. He surprised me and I surprised myself. But what did I get out of it beyond a little pleasure? Not that the sex wasn't good, but I failed to get any kind of information, secret or otherwise, out of him.
Messaline will kill me. As a spy, I am worthless, miscast.
On the other hand, all is not lost, I will undoubtedly see him again. I will get a second chance if I play my cards right. But wait, I also will be getting a second chance to slip up, to be caught saying the wrong thing, to be found out, and if that happens his words ... "you will not be the first woman I have executed" ... could become prophetic.
But for now, I will not worry. He is gone, and I am alone. I am just going to lie here naked, letting the cool night air waft through the open window to cool my burning hot skin, and just be glad that I am alive.
We will see tomorrow what the 'Purple Orchid' Messaline thinks of your performance... For tonight, practice walking in those shoes...
you were a little wobble for a French woman...
Tree
It is mid-morning before Barbara rolls out of bed. Timidly she walks out of the room wrapped in a sheet soiled with Hermann’s and her sweat. Her four teammates are already dressed. Barbara looks at them and says “I am sorry, but I got not information from him.”
“No one ever has. You kept him out of the way for a night” Yupar said.
“He’s never spent the night the night before” Eul remarked.
“I thought Nazis only liked blonds” Siss said. “You must be one hell of a fuck.”
Barbara was near tears and cried “I did the best I knew how. I am sorry I failed you.”
“Nonsense, Barbara, we are just playing with you” Messa insisted. “Hermann never stays more than a few hours and when he leaves all the ‘brass’ leaves. We got more information in one night than we evet got in a month!”
Tree
“No one ever has. You kept him out of the way for a night” Yupar said.
“He’s never spent the night the night before” Eul remarked.
“I thought Nazis only liked blonds” Siss said. “You must be one hell of a fuck.”
Barbara was near tears and cried “I did the best I knew how. I am sorry I failed you.”
“Nonsense, Barbara, we are just playing with you” Messa insisted. “Hermann never stays more than a few hours and when he leaves all the ‘brass’ leaves. We got more information in one night than we evet got in a month!”
Tree
I think I have been duped here ... .used as a pawn ... worse than that my body has been used as a pawn ... what is it about these Frenchies? They put you through hell and back and then wave it off with a "pfffffffff". I got laid, and laid good just for them ... and they treat it like an everyday occurrence. And all Siss can say is "I thought Nazis only like blondes" .... geeze ... don't tell me now that I have to do this again tonight ... I think I missed the part in my training where they tell you how to say "I quit". Must have been somewhere in the fine print at the end of the training manual. Wonder if Messa keeps a copy of the training manual around here somewhere? Maybe I could look it up? Or, I could just forget it ... would someone please pass me a chocolate croissant, please?
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RacingRodent
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A pain au chocalat, yes let us remember what we are fighting...civilisation and flaky pastry
Besides Barb counter-counter espionage is important work
Barb never expected to become the whore of a Gestapo agent when she was ‘recruited’ by the OSS yet Messa, Eul, Siss, and Yupar seemed pleased that she has occupied much of Hermann’s time. They were able to find that General Goering was less than pleased with der Fuhrer as he continued to push the Me 262 as a bomber rather than a fighter that might have slowed if not turned back the bombers over Germany. They were certain that an Ally invasion was coming in Calais and not Normandy. The British are credited for cracking the ‘Enigma code’ but it was five women in Paris that provided the key and one was kept out of the loop used to only keep the Gestapo away.
Barb accepted her roll. She had nowhere else to go. She had been set up by the OSS and sent her to Paris. The other four accepted her only because they had been ordered to. If Barbara could keep the Gestapo away mining information was only so much easier. Barb had a knack for that.
One night she became so bold as to ask Hermann why he had never asked her for her papers. He told her strip to cross her arms behind her back and Barb complied. He ordered her to stand on her toes and rubbed his hands sheathed in supple fine leather gloves on her naked body.
“There is no reason to ask, Barbara Moore. You are an OSS translator, fluent in your native tongue and French and German. I could have you hanged tonight but I think you could be valuable as a double agent.”
“Oh, thank goodness you came along!” Barbara said. “Hermann, this whole war is crazy! Roosevelt throws in with the butcher Stalin instead of supporting Hitler, your brilliant leader!”
Tree
Barb accepted her roll. She had nowhere else to go. She had been set up by the OSS and sent her to Paris. The other four accepted her only because they had been ordered to. If Barbara could keep the Gestapo away mining information was only so much easier. Barb had a knack for that.
One night she became so bold as to ask Hermann why he had never asked her for her papers. He told her strip to cross her arms behind her back and Barb complied. He ordered her to stand on her toes and rubbed his hands sheathed in supple fine leather gloves on her naked body.
“There is no reason to ask, Barbara Moore. You are an OSS translator, fluent in your native tongue and French and German. I could have you hanged tonight but I think you could be valuable as a double agent.”
“Oh, thank goodness you came along!” Barbara said. “Hermann, this whole war is crazy! Roosevelt throws in with the butcher Stalin instead of supporting Hitler, your brilliant leader!”
Tree
“Oh, thank goodness you came along!” Barbara said. “Hermann, this whole war is crazy! Roosevelt throws in with the butcher Stalin instead of supporting Hitler, your brilliant leader!”
Notice how, since I became a spy, I have learned to lie like a rug? Ok, I have also learned how to get laid on a rug too (that wasn't in the training manual). I still can't figure out, though, how he saw through me like he did. I mean he knew I was OSS all along, and that while he was fucking me the other agents where wheedling secrets out of their Nazis, but he played along anyway. So what am I to do now? I seem to be unappreciated by the OSS crowd. Is the grass greener on the other side of the fence? Is it possible to get to Switzerland somehow before the curtain goes up on Götterdämmerung? Do I even like Wagner. Do I even like that little Austrian corporal with the brush mustache? Oh, the choices I must make! What should I do?
Notice how, since I became a spy, I have learned to lie like a rug? Ok, I have also learned how to get laid on a rug too (that wasn't in the training manual). I still can't figure out, though, how he saw through me like he did. I mean he knew I was OSS all along, and that while he was fucking me the other agents where wheedling secrets out of their Nazis, but he played along anyway. So what am I to do now? I seem to be unappreciated by the OSS crowd. Is the grass greener on the other side of the fence? Is it possible to get to Switzerland somehow before the curtain goes up on Götterdämmerung? Do I even like Wagner. Do I even like that little Austrian corporal with the brush mustache? Oh, the choices I must make! What should I do?
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Hmm... what can be happening here??? Is the author Ernest Hemmingtree really a Nazi sympathizer? Could he just be reporting what he sees- that Barb has gone to the dark side???
...and what has happened to Tree's short story....
Tree
...the asshole is AAD... no, not Adult Attention Disorder... It's ' I need a drink disorder- Ulrika
...what, Tree? Your regular? What a fucking surprise...
messaline
Crucified Amazon
I was wondering if this Barb was really ready to play the spy ... I did not agree , but, orders are orders !But to have in my spies'team a girl who has her ass ( pussy
) higher than her brain is certainly a big handicap, even a big risk too !Like English'people say : wait and see , but I'm afraid that we'll have some problems later ....
...and what else ? !!!! It's war and there are not "viennoiseries" at the Baker'shop !Never mind, in Gestapo'cellars you'll be happy if you've some old bread and water !!!
View attachment 279938 I was wondering if this Barb was really ready to play the spy ... I did not agree , but, orders are orders !
But to have in my spies'team a girl who has her ass ( pussy
Like English'people say : wait and see , but I'm afraid that we'll have some problems later ....
Never mind, in Gestapo'cellars you'll be happy if you've some old bread and water !!!
View attachment 279938 I was wondering if this Barb was really ready to play the spy ... I did not agree , but, orders are orders !
But to have in my spies'team a girl who has her ass ( pussy
Like English'people say : wait and see , but I'm afraid that we'll have some problems later ....
Never mind, in Gestapo'cellars you'll be happy if you've some old bread and water !!!
Je pense que je viens de mettre à ma place 