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170413359.jpg Herman sleeps beside me, lying on his back, naked except for his shiny black jackboots, snoring noisily. I roll onto my left side, facing away from him, and half cover my nakedness with the bed sheet.

This has been going on now for too many nights. It's always the same. Get dressed, go to a party, everyone gets drunk, I have to go satisfy Helen Gruber, then Hermann. Meanwhile Messaline, Siss and the others pump the other Nazis for secrets.

Rather than fall asleep, I am going to lie awake tonight and try to think deeply about my situation. What do I know?

Well, first I got into this willingly. My brother's B-17 went down over Germany, and only by working for the OSS and SOE could I ever get a chance to get myself into occupied Europe and possibly find my brother. So I allowed my "multilingual" self to be "drafted" as a spy, suffered through training with my dignity and virginity (really) barely intact. Then I was dropped into France where I rendezvoused with Mme Messaline in Paris, who turned me into a whore in her salon for the purpose of wheedling secrets out of besotted Nazis.

But then things got crazy. I was assigned to Hermann the German of the Gestapo who took a liking to my tight little ass and demanded a nightly piece of it.

Then, in quick succession I was betrayed by the OSS and by the fair but devious Messaline, and threatened with a quick trip to either the guillotine or the scaffold by Hermann if I didn't work for him.

Nowhere in my training was there anything about how to be a double agent, not to mention what to do about having constant unbelievably wild sex with the enemy.

But the worst thing is that I don't know what to do now or who I can trust; and spending my nights here in Paris lying naked on my back with my legs spread is not getting me any closer to finding and attempting to rescue my brother, who is somewhere deep in Nazi Germany.

The only way, perhaps, is to get Hermann and Helen, that scary bitch wife of the Nazi commander Gruber, to take me to Germany with them. But the problem with that is they know I am a spy, and if they tire of exploiting me as their private sex slave they will likely turn me over to Gestapo headquarters for a little friendly chat down in the cellar ... with me naked and squirming in my own piss on a cold chair while they all stand around me with truncheons and whips, blowing cigarette smoke in my face and occasionally stubbing out their glowing cigarette butts on my bare breasts.

So what do I do? I can't quit and go home. I'll just have to suck it up, trust no one but myself, and try to get into Germany best I can.

What? Oh shit! Hermann is waking up. Hand gripping my shoulder, turning me toward him. Sigh. He wants it again.

Ok ok, not so fast. Give a girl a break. Let's not wear it out. Ow, that hurt. Be gentle will you! Fucking Nazis!!
 
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Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 280702 Herman sleeps beside me, lying on his back, naked except for his shiny black jackboots, snoring noisily. I roll onto my left side, facing away from him, and half cover my nakedness with the bed sheet.

This has been going on now for too many nights. It's always the same. Get dressed, go to a party, everyone gets drunk, I have to go satisfy Helen Gruber, then Hermann. Meanwhile Messaline, Siss and the others pump the other Nazis for secrets.

Rather than fall asleep, I am going to lie awake tonight and try to think deeply about my situation. What do I know?

Well, first I got into this willingly. My brother's B-17 went down over Germany, and only by working for the OSS and SOE could I ever get a chance to get myself into occupied Europe and possibly find my brother. So I allowed my "multilingual" self to be "drafted" as a spy, suffered through training with my dignity and virginity (really) barely intact. Then I was dropped into France where I rendezvoused with Mme Messaline in Paris, who turned me into a whore in her salon for the purpose of wheedling secrets out of besotted Nazis.

But then things got crazy. I was assigned to Hermann the German of the Gestapo who took a liking to my tight little ass and demanded a nightly piece of it.

Then, in quick succession I was betrayed by the OSS and by the fair but devious Messaline, and threatened with a quick trip to either the guillotine or the scaffold by Hermann if I didn't work for him.

Nowhere in my training was there anything about how to be a double agent, not to mention what to do about having constant unbelievably wild sex with the enemy.

But the worst thing is that I don't know what to do now or who I can trust; and spending my nights here in Paris lying naked on my back with my legs spread is not getting me any closer to finding and attempting to rescue my brother, who is somewhere deep in Nazi Germany.

The only way, perhaps, is to get Hermann and Helen, that scary bitch wife of the Nazi commander Gruber, to take me to Germany with them. But the problem with that is they know I am a spy, and if they tire of exploiting me as their private sex slave they will likely turn me over to Gestapo headquarters for a little friendly chat down in the cellar ... with me naked and squirming in my own piss on a cold chair while they all stand around me with truncheons and whips, blowing cigarette smoke in my face and occasionally stubbing out their glowing cigarette butts on my bare breasts.

So what do I do? I can't quit and go home. I'll just have to suck it up, trust no one but myself, and try to get into Germany best I can.

What? Oh shit! Hermann is waking up. Hand gripping my shoulder, turning me toward him. Sigh. He wants it again.

Ok ok, not so fast. Give a girl a break. Let's not wear it out. Ow, that hurt. Be gentle will you! Fucking Nazis!!
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Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 280702 Herman sleeps beside me, lying on his back, naked except for his shiny black jackboots, snoring noisily. I roll onto my left side, facing away from him, and half cover my nakedness with the bed sheet.

This has been going on now for too many nights. It's always the same. Get dressed, go to a party, everyone gets drunk, I have to go satisfy Helen Gruber, then Hermann. Meanwhile Messaline, Siss and the others pump the other Nazis for secrets.

Rather than fall asleep, I am going to lie awake tonight and try to think deeply about my situation. What do I know?

Well, first I got into this willingly. My brother's B-17 went down over Germany, and only by working for the OSS and SOE could I ever get a chance to get myself into occupied Europe and possibly find my brother. So I allowed my "multilingual" self to be "drafted" as a spy, suffered through training with my dignity and virginity (really) barely intact. Then I was dropped into France where I rendezvoused with Mme Messaline in Paris, who turned me into a whore in her salon for the purpose of wheedling secrets out of besotted Nazis.

But then things got crazy. I was assigned to Hermann the German of the Gestapo who took a liking to my tight little ass and demanded a nightly piece of it.

Then, in quick succession I was betrayed by the OSS and by the fair but devious Messaline, and threatened with a quick trip to either the guillotine or the scaffold by Hermann if I didn't work for him.

Nowhere in my training was there anything about how to be a double agent, not to mention what to do about having constant unbelievably wild sex with the enemy.

But the worst thing is that I don't know what to do now or who I can trust; and spending my nights here in Paris lying naked on my back with my legs spread is not getting me any closer to finding and attempting to rescue my brother, who is somewhere deep in Nazi Germany.

The only way, perhaps, is to get Hermann and Helen, that scary bitch wife of the Nazi commander Gruber, to take me to Germany with them. But the problem with that is they know I am a spy, and if they tire of exploiting me as their private sex slave they will likely turn me over to Gestapo headquarters for a little friendly chat down in the cellar ... with me naked and squirming in my own piss on a cold chair while they all stand around me with truncheons and whips, blowing cigarette smoke in my face and occasionally stubbing out their glowing cigarette butts on my bare breasts.

So what do I do? I can't quit and go home. I'll just have to suck it up, trust no one but myself, and try to get into Germany best I can.

What? Oh shit! Hermann is waking up. Hand gripping my shoulder, turning me toward him. Sigh. He wants it again.

Ok ok, not so fast. Give a girl a break. Let's not wear it out. Ow, that hurt. Be gentle will you! Fucking Nazis!!
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...if only things didn't get worse...:oops::oops::oops:
 
Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 280702 Herman sleeps beside me, lying on his back, naked except for his shiny black jackboots, snoring noisily. I roll onto my left side, facing away from him, and half cover my nakedness with the bed sheet.

This has been going on now for too many nights. It's always the same. Get dressed, go to a party, everyone gets drunk, I have to go satisfy Helen Gruber, then Hermann. Meanwhile Messaline, Siss and the others pump the other Nazis for secrets.

Rather than fall asleep, I am going to lie awake tonight and try to think deeply about my situation. What do I know?

Well, first I got into this willingly. My brother's B-17 went down over Germany, and only by working for the OSS and SOE could I ever get a chance to get myself into occupied Europe and possibly find my brother. So I allowed my "multilingual" self to be "drafted" as a spy, suffered through training with my dignity and virginity (really) barely intact. Then I was dropped into France where I rendezvoused with Mme Messaline in Paris, who turned me into a whore in her salon for the purpose of wheedling secrets out of besotted Nazis.

But then things got crazy. I was assigned to Hermann the German of the Gestapo who took a liking to my tight little ass and demanded a nightly piece of it.

Then, in quick succession I was betrayed by the OSS and by the fair but devious Messaline, and threatened with a quick trip to either the guillotine or the scaffold by Hermann if I didn't work for him.

Nowhere in my training was there anything about how to be a double agent, not to mention what to do about having constant unbelievably wild sex with the enemy.

But the worst thing is that I don't know what to do now or who I can trust; and spending my nights here in Paris lying naked on my back with my legs spread is not getting me any closer to finding and attempting to rescue my brother, who is somewhere deep in Nazi Germany.

The only way, perhaps, is to get Hermann and Helen, that scary bitch wife of the Nazi commander Gruber, to take me to Germany with them. But the problem with that is they know I am a spy, and if they tire of exploiting me as their private sex slave they will likely turn me over to Gestapo headquarters for a little friendly chat down in the cellar ... with me naked and squirming in my own piss on a cold chair while they all stand around me with truncheons and whips, blowing cigarette smoke in my face and occasionally stubbing out their glowing cigarette butts on my bare breasts.

So what do I do? I can't quit and go home. I'll just have to suck it up, trust no one but myself, and try to get into Germany best I can.

What? Oh shit! Hermann is waking up. Hand gripping my shoulder, turning me toward him. Sigh. He wants it again.

Ok ok, not so fast. Give a girl a break. Let's not wear it out. Ow, that hurt. Be gentle will you! Fucking Nazis!!
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Not sure that "suck it up" is the phrase you want! :eek:

Compelling reading, this! :)

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It should not have been a surprise to Barbara that Hermann had a somewhat darker, kinkier, side. It started with his penchant for photography. He would have her pose naked on the confiscated chateau he resided at. Barbara actually liked the pictures and was mesmerized by the color prints.

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She asked if he developed the pictures himself and Hermann laughed and told her he would not begin to guess how to develop film, much less color film. He tells her he sends it to his office. Barbara upset by this news and asks “So how many people see these pictures?”

“Only the technician” Hermann assures her.

(Ed. note- This is not exactly true… In 2015 Tree found this picture online and even found an original print at an antique store in Eureka, Missouri!)

He did not take her to a party every night and sometimes would ignore her for a week at a time. But Barb noticed he was becoming more possessive of her. He did not want her bedding German officers yet he still brought her to parties and expected her to either do just that or service their wives or mistresses. After one party Hermann brought her to the chateau. He poured snifters of wine and untied the knot of black halter top.

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Barbara fingers the top of the snifter and says “I will do what you want. You know I have to because that Vichy bitch Messaline told assured I have to. But that is not why. I have fallen in love with you, Hermann. So turn me in and have me shot as a spy or quit offering to everyone.”

Hermann’s face reddens and he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops of his pants. Barbara cowered fearing she had angered him and Hermann tearing the dress off her body only reinforced her fears. She did not expect him to spin her around and use the belt to bind her wrists behind her back!

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‘Well, this is different’ I thought…

-Barbara

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
It should not have been a surprise to Barbara that Hermann had a somewhat darker, kinkier, side. It started with his penchant for photography. He would have her pose naked on the confiscated chateau he resided at. Barbara actually liked the pictures and was mesmerized by the color prints.

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She asked if he developed the pictures himself and Hermann laughed and told her he would not begin to guess how to develop film, much less color film. He tells her he sends it to his office. Barbara upset by this news and asks “So how many people see these pictures?”

“Only the technician” Hermann assures her.

(Ed. note- This is not exactly true… In 2015 Tree found this picture online and even found an original print at an antique store in Eureka, Missouri!)

He did not take her to a party every night and sometimes would ignore her for a week at a time. But Barb noticed he was becoming more possessive of her. He did not want her bedding German officers yet he still brought her to parties and expected her to either do just that or service their wives or mistresses. After one party Hermann brought her to the chateau. He poured snifters of wine and untied the knot of black halter top.

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Barbara fingers the top of the snifter and says “I will do what you want. You know I have to because that Vichy bitch Messaline told assured I have to. But that is not why. I have fallen in love with you, Hermann. So turn me in and have me shot as a spy or quit offering to everyone.”

Hermann’s face reddens and he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops of his pants. Barbara cowered fearing she had angered him and Hermann tearing the dress off her body only reinforced her fears. She did not expect him to spin her around and use the belt to bind her wrists behind her back!

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‘Well, this is different’ I thought…

-Barbara

Tree
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VGI0882P010091.jpg Me and my big mouth....when will I ever learn....sigh. :oops:
 
Wragg134 said:
Love the photo of Barb on the lion! :) :bdsm-heart:
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Barbaria1 said:
I liked it too...but I dunno where he got the "darker, kinkier side" idea from....certainly not from me!
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...Tree mixes another Seagram's... He has no idea why Hermann had a kinky side or if Miss Moore likes it or not...
...we will have to explore...

Tree
 
“Well this different” Hermann thought. This Barbara was messing with his mind. He knew she was OSS, Messaline had told him, yet he prided himself a good judge of people and there were affections shown him that could not be trained.

He hated she rarely wore stockings but Barbara reminded him that her country did not start the war and stockings were hard to come by. He came up with abundance of stocking (from young Jewish women who would not need them where they were going) and a few other ‘treats’ for Barbara.

She came to the chateau one night and he handed her his latest ‘present’. Barb looked at the odd metal device and asked “What is this?”

He spun her around and locked her wrists behind her back.
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He turned her back to face him and cuts her clothes from her body. Barb glared at him and said “I would give myself to you, Hermann!”

“I have no doubt but I enjoy taking you” he replied. “I am not used to having relationships and the first one I care about is with an American woman that is spy.”

Barb took a deep breath as whispered “Then turn me in to your superior. Surely capturing an OSS spy will get you promoted.”

“Both you and I would be dead… you as a spy and me for falling for you. I could have you sent to Auschwitz!”

Tree
 
"I have do not know what ‘Auschwitz’ is. Is it ski resort?” Barb naively asks.

Hermann laughs and explains "Herr Furher wants an Arian race and Jews don’t fit the picture. They are not blonde nor blue-eyed- and neither are you, Barbara. He is exterminating the Jews.”


Barbara felt sick...


Tree
 
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