Reluctant Hero

And beneath that hung the hairy bag of his testicles. She was very aware of the pain that could be caused by rough handling, something she became used to when taking part in Gestapo interrogations, but now she fondled it with great care and loving. She thrust her breasts forward, stuffing a bit more of her breast into his face. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" a gasping moan writhed out over her red lips. as Tonys hand moved between her thighs and fondled the outside of her pussy.

Her knees trembled as his fingers massaged the mound of her sex. Again she moaned as Tony slipped a probing finger up into the heated tightness of her cunt. Together they sunk back on the bed as fiery arousal washed through her body, allowing his kisses and his nibbling teeth to say more than he could ever put into words. Tony moved from her breasts and kissed her with a flourish of kisses. At the same time, he eased himself on to her waiting body Helga moved her hand down and guided his cock gently into the lips of her pussy "Jaaaaaaaaa," she hissed as Tony pushed his long hard cock deep into the liquid warmth of her body. She moved excitedly under him, enjoying the initial feel of his penetration...

"Sehr Gut mein liebe Tony Sehr Gut" she muttered "I think my stay with you will be very enjoyable" Tony moved slowly, easing his cock almost out before pushing in again slowly and carefully causing Helga to moan with happiness as the sensations flooded through her body.

Shudders of intense bliss ran through her body. As his body rose Tony, he slipped a hand down between her thighs. In and out he pumped while his fingers rubbed to each side of her clit. She groaned, knowing what he would do next. She whimpered, not knowing when he would do it.

For the first time for a long time in her life, a man was in control. His mouth and hands played over her body, and she moved to their every whim. He controlled her, commanded her with the constant pistoning of his cock in her body. He was so big and so long, and his technique was designed to give her maximum pleasure.

When he pushed inward, the wall of her pussy strained to cover the bulging girth of his cock, their rippled folds smoothing under his ponderous size. She wondered briefly whether he was thinking about Anne-Marie. All the while, his hands and mouth never stopped. His whole body seemed to focus on her, giving her, and her alone, his complete attention. In turn, every ounce of her awareness centered on this fantastic man who rode atop her body.

Suddenly a fingertip slid between the slit of her pussy lips. Gently rolling her clitoris, sending quaking shudders of bliss blasting through her. She groaned, her pelvis arching and humping to meet the forceful strokes of his loins. She came, and then came again in quick succession. It was incredible how Tony had come to know her body. He seemed to realise that her pleasure came not as one long, seemingly endless eruption of carnal ecstasy, but through a series of small increasing releases.

Expertly controlling her pelvis muscles, she squeezed down, clamping herself around the engorged thickness of his cock. Again Tony groaned as her muscles sucked and vibrated round his cock the friction, created by the tightness of pussy enclosed over every inch of his manhood. She fitted him like a custom-tailored glove.

Tony now used his finger and rolled the button of her clit. One atop the other, she came three times. And deep within her, she felt a building of passion, a tidal wave of feeling; she writhed using her free hand on his buttocks to pull him closer and to draw his cock even deeper into the yearning interior of her belly.

Tony pushed his cock as deep as he could. Helga felt the tension building in his body. He was on the brink of coming, yet exercising total control of himself, he held back the mounting pressure of his loins. The tension of her own body grew. Closer and closer that threatening tidal wave rolled, was ready to break and drown her in complete pleasure. The rhythm of his cock consumed her. Twisting and bucking in reckless abandon, she gave herself fully to Tony. She matched his need; she hungered for that fulfilling moment.

Then came a sensation that for her was out of this world, and matched anything that had gone before, her body lay racked by an onslaught of carnal fulfillment. She moaned and groaned, expressing the full satisfaction of their union. Simultaneously, Tony moaned in a deep throaty groan. His hips thrust hard and deep, his body going rigid for a long moment. His cock planted deep within the hot recesses of her quivering quim, a flood of semen blasted from his cock. Helga held him close, savoring the complete union of their bodies, wishing this moment could last through eternity, yet knowing their was a long fulfilling night to come.

Helg new full well that Tony was no longer married, and guessed that sooner or later her body would be found. Now she wondered whether the Fuhrer would permit her to marry him. Not only was he the man for her, but she guessed that the glory attached to him from his defection would be good for her standing in the party.

Tony awoke about two hours later. To find Janine standing over him with a drawn pistol.

Next Chapter 7

Chapter 7 In Nazi Hands

Janine said "I am sorry Tony we want you to come with us. We need to check your story. You will please get dressed and come with us immediately." As she spoke she put her pistol back in her raincoat pocket, but he was sure that she would use it if she had to. She stood back while Tony quickly dressed. Their was a rustle of bedclothes and Fraulein Helga rose up on her elbows. "Where are you going Herr Nash, then she became aware of the two masked figures standing by the side of the bed. Janine once again produced her pistol. "What do you want?" Frau Helga squeaked, obviously coming to the conclusion that they were resistance fighters and that she was in some personal danger. "We want to take Herr Nash to say farewell to his wife the lady you assassinated earlier this evening." Janine said quietly. Tony looked at Janine his eyes full of horror as he tried to assimilate what she was saying. "Yes Tony she killed Anne-Marie just outside the apartment with two shots to the chest, and left her there." Tony looked down at Fraulein Helga with hate in his eyes.

"Why?" he asked quietly.

"She was no longer of any use to us." Fraulein Helga responded with a sneer.

Tony looked at Janine. "Give me that pistol." And almost before Janine knew what was happening he had taken it from her, and he leaned over and shot Fraulein Helga twice in the head at point blank range.

Together they left the apartment and turning down an alley they arrived at the back of the apartment block. Janine tucked her arm in his. "Tony we are going to try and get you back to England, we have had a message for Anne-Marie which reads operation cancelled, return as soon as possible. We will have to hurry but it took a lot of time to get into your apartment without waking Fraulein Helga. How could you sleep with that animal?"

Tony replied. "Anne-Marie told me she was a Nazi guard, and to keep her happy, especially as the whole operation at the time seemed to depend on it."

Tony heard a noise from behind and turning he saw that they had an escort of two powerful looking armed men walking about 100 yards behind them. As they approached a side road and entered a field, they could see that there seemed to be a lot of unusual activity in the nearby roadway, there was a roadblock, and so together they went to ground by a haystack, as they assessed the situation. Just then two German soldiers in an armoured car came into the field to relieve themselves.

There was nowhere safe to hide and they were in full view, so Janine thinking quickly said "Pull off my blouse. Maybe if they catch a glimpse of tit they'll push on." "Fat chance of that," Tony mumbled, tugging at Janine's blouse, pulling it over her head. Off came the blouse, displaying her luscious bosom wrapped in white lace bra. It was followed almost immediately by her brassiere. Janine's ample, soft, pointed breasts hung before his eyes.

"You have beautiful tits," he told her in a whisper.

"Shut up and suck them, you've seen them before anyway." Janine whispered in a commanding voice. They ground their pelvises together some more, while Tony licked and suckled at Janine's nipples. She tossed back her head and moaned softly. "What are they doing?" Tony murmured between licks." "Don't stop," She sighed. "Suck my nipples." "What are they doing now?" He repeated more gruffly. She growled and tossed her head around, glancing at the Germans as she did. She stared hard into his eyes. "They're watching us get off. What do you think?" "My cock is aching!" Tony complained. "Then take it out! They're expecting it!" She whispered. "You little bitch," he said, fumbling with his trouser buttons. But Janine was pulling his trousers down before he knew it, underpants as well. His cock was half-stiff, and angry red in the half-light. Janine massaged it briefly with her mouth before assuming the mounted position again.

"Ohhh," she cooed and moaned, grinding her panty-clad pussy against it. "Make it look good." "Oh, darling! I have been in a dream all day since this morning. I am sure that we have now missed your flight, so we will have a few more days together." Tony held her firmly against him as he ground his stiffened cock into the wet crotch of her panties. "OK then fuck me -- make it look good you won't get any in a Gestapo cell if they tumble us." She whispered. Then she kissed Tony hard several times, biting his lip in her passion...She took him a bit by surprise as she seemed more concerned with their love making then rather than fooling the Germans, and Tony realized that he was also more concerned in fucking her now, rather than making a show for two German soldiers

Grasping her hips, he pushed her away suddenly, so that she hung in mid-air for a moment, and snatched at her flimsy panties under her skirt. They ripped apart as she fell back on top of him, and he jerked them away entirely with one strong hand. Tony pulled her down firmly on top of him again, though she bucked wildly at first. After a moment of sliding and struggling, He found the strength to force her down fully upon his cock, her warm, wet pussy sliding down on his cock as she fitted him just like a glove. They groaned in passion together.

Janine tore open his shirt and began fucking madly, her tits bouncing against her chest as she pounded down on his cock again and again. Tony thrust up against her, drilling his cock deeper and deeper into her beautiful love tunnel with every powerful push. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Janine gasped. "Fuck me," she hissed. "Love me, Tony darling! It's so good!" She begged in French, collapsing against him. "Jam your cock inside me!" Her red-hot lips sought his, and their two mouths came together in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining, grappling desperately.

Janine moaned plaintively and gasped, "Yes, darling. Fuck me, please! Oh don't stop!" She bent and took his kiss again, sucking his tongue eagerly, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. "I'm going to come, Tony, you must make me come now."

Tony could fell his orgasm building as she muttered. "Fill me up, darling! I'm coming! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Oh yes! And then, desperately, "Fuck me, Fill me up!" The waves of orgiastic bliss poured over them as they came together, furious and lusting, mad with desire.

At last, they collapsed together in the darkening winter night, sweating, exhausted, completely drained of lust and anger, disheveled and nearly naked, like animals.

"Oh god," Tony breathed. Janine said nothing, but she stole a glance at the Germans who had been watching. Slowly, they began to pick up and move, nudging each other lasciviously and gesturing lewdly. "We fooled them," she said.

"No we did not" Tony murmured as he saw them hesitate, and then turn and start walking towards them. They were undoing their pants as they walked. Then suddenly there was a burst of firing -- Tony had forgotten about the armed escort somewhere behind him. And that was the last thing he remembered -- at least for the time being.

He awoke gradually, his head hurt, also his leg and very slowly he began to remember the happenings in the field. He had no memory of the actual outcome, just falling, and pain had been the last thing he remembered. He became aware of the smell of antiseptics, and the feel of clean sheets. He opened his eyes slowly, and as his eyes began to focus. He realised that he was in a hospital bed. Janine sat by the side of the bed, she looked worried, and as he focused on her she smiled at him, and leaned over and hugged him and kissing him on the cheek and whispering.

"I am sorry Tony I could not get you back to the plane but the operation is cancelled." "Am I a prisoner?" "I don't think so, if you are, we will try and help you somehow, but I am not staying here too long. This is a German Military Hospital, and for some reason they let me come in with you. I spun a yarn that we were being followed by two armed men, and it seemed to satisfy them. I will try and get to see you again. Janine said her goodbye's, but did not kiss him. She explained that now she was given the credit for rescuing him from the resistance fighters who were trying to kill him, and so it seems she may be able to get to see him again.

He whispered in her ear "If you are asked tell them I was trying to defect to Germany, and my wife had arranged it before she was assassinated, and you were helping me."

Janine looked puzzled and Tony added. "It was all part of the operation and they will believe you."

Tony cursed under his breath. He had put himself in danger for nothing, and Anne-Marie had been killed, he was now in a German hospital. He realised that he had been captured in civilian clothes, and so they must be getting him fit for interrogation, that was the only logical explanation for this first class treatment. He realised that there was a sentry smiling at him through the window of his room, who had been watching them all the time. The fact there was a sentry re-inforced Tonys belief that he was a prisoner.

As Janine left a young pretty nurse came into the room; she gave him a lovely smile. Speaking in English she said. "Ah Herr Nash you are awake. It seems you are quite a hero. The newspapers are full of the way in which the underground terrorists tried to kill you, to stop you returning to the fatherland Mein Herr. I understand that Herr Goebells is planning a big reception for you, when you have fully recovered."

The nurses comments gave him hope that at least he was still being regarded as being a credible traitor, and all he had to do, which in itself was a tall order was find a way to the coast and escape. He drifted of to sleep, and he awoke to find a very high ranking German General and his aides in the room. A nurse was supporting his head, and offering him a drink which he drank eagerly, not realizing until then, how thirsty he had been. She had his head nestled against her breast, with only the starched uniform in between -- despite the exalted company, Tony felt his cock stiffening, and a little smile on the nurses' lips suggested she suspected just what he was feeling.

Then the German General spoke. "Herr Kapitan Nash. I am here to welcome you back to the fatherland on behalf of the Fuhrer, and the people of the Third Reich. The Fuhrer has instructed me to tell you that he looks forward to meeting you personally, when you are recovered. In the meantime, you will be looked after by the nurses here, who will nurse you back to full health." Then he snapped to attention and gave the Nazi salute, and left him. Tony was later informed that the Fuhrer had given him the rank of Frigetinkapitan in the German navy, and that he would eventually be posted to work with Admiral Doenitz as a staff adviser.

Later that day Tony was visited by two civilians who introduced themselves as military police. He assumed that this was another name for Gestapo. The first question was "Herr Nash can you please explain how Fraulein Helga Nieumeir was shot please? "Yes Mein Herr I shot her, for shooting my wife." Tony went on to explain exactly what had happened and they listened in silence. Then the younger one said. "You admit you shot a German citizen Mein Herr?" Tony replied. "JA that is so, but Frau Helga Nieumeir also shot a German citizen, my wife was married to an SS officer before, and had German nationality, and I loved her." His reply seemed to put them both in a bit of a quandary, but Tony assumed that knowing his importance it would not be worth their while to make an issue of it, and after some pleasantries, they left without further comment, and Tony heard no more about the incident during his convalescence.

He was regularly visited by Janine, together with some tailors who had been given the task of making his new uniforms, and two Gestapo officers, who visited him three times, and who quizzed him very carefully and very patiently over the reasons for his defection, and his relations with Anne-Marie, and Janine. Tony told them that they had been very much in love, and he missed her terribly. They were obviously aware that she had been a double agent. Janine had them a bit mystified, and it seemed everyone had assumed that they had been trying to escape with him from the partisans when he had been shot.

The time came when Tony was allowed out of bed, and then, with the aid of a stick and accompanied by a nurse, and very occasionally Janine, he was allowed to walk in the grounds of the hospital. He was not encouraged to mix with other patients, and he was kept isolated.

The fact that Janine was allowed to visit him was a mystery to them both, but the fact that she had been with him when he had been shot, and she had stayed and tried to help him when he was injured, was the only reason that they could think was why her visits were tolerated was the only reason that they could think of. It was obvious his so-called defection was of vital importance to the Third Reich and that was taking priority.

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CHAPTER 8

Tony Meets a New Love

Tony was now seriously anxious about how he would get back home to the UK. He knew that his name would be reviled all round the free world. He was very much alone in enemy territory and common sense told him that he would not be completely trusted by anyone in the Nazi regime. The only thing he could do would be to go along with the charade, and hope that somehow, somewhere, opportunity would come his way. Soon the time came, when he was told he was fit enough to leave hospital, and that he would be going to a recuperation centre. His wounds had fortunately healed quite quickly, and he very politely said goodbye, and thanked the nursing staff for being so good to him. He did not know if or when he would ever meet Janine again, as he had not heard from her for a few days.

He was helped to dress in his new uniforms by another wounded naval officer, who helped him get used to his new uniforms, and so resplendent in his new naval uniform, he was taken by car, closely escorted by two motor cycle outriders and two drivers in the car to the convalescence centre.

It was a long exhausting ride to the Black Forest and his spirits sank as he knew that he was a long long way away from the coast and escape to England. Each hour took him farther and farther away from home and escape. Getting back to England now seemed a forlorn task. He realised that he was still not fully fit, as he found the journey very exhausting, and he slept fitfully for a large part of the way. It was a long boring tedious journey through very wet winter countryside. The rain fell constantly for the whole of the journey. They had to have an extra escort through Holland because of the threat of partisan activity, and it was pointed out to Tony by the officer in charge of the escort, that he was now number one on the partisans' hit list. The journey took just over nine hours. It took them three days to complete the whole journey.