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An escaped PoW now living as a woman in Nazi Germany, I had reluctantly
become the girlfriend of Count Helmut von Rumstahl. After delaying it as
long as I could, the night had finally arrived when he would take me as
his lover.
THE CROSSING - part 10
by BobH
(c) 2015
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"Does it have to be this constricting?" I protested, as Gerda finished
tying off the lacing on the rear of the corset she had insisted I wear.
"Yes it does," she said, "it's a corset; that's how they work. By pulling
in your waist it's emphasising that pert little bottom of yours. Now stop
being a baby, and turn around so I can check my work."
I complied with her request, but I did so very carefully. The heels I was
wearing were so high, my feet raked at an angle so steep, I was afraid I
would fall over if I didn't.
"I know those heels are very high," said Gerda, appreciating the reason
for my caution. "That's because they're not designed to be worn outside
the bedroom, but they do wonderful things for your posture and they make
your legs look spectacular. If you don't believe me then believe what the
mirror shows you."
I looked at myself in the mirror side on, took a few tiny steps, and
sighed. Gerda was right, of course. She always was in these matters.
Powdered, painted, and perfumed, wearing pearl-cluster earrings with a
triple-row pearl choker around my throat, I was being prepared by Gerda
for my date with her brother, a date during which he would take my
virginity.
"See what I mean?" said Gerda, "We've built on your natural femininity to
make you as sexy, as alluring as possible. There are men who don't share
my brother's tastes, men who consider themselves wholly heterosexual, who
on seeing you looking like this would find themselves wanting nothing more
than to take you in their arms and kiss those pouty, oh so kissable lips
of yours. So when he sets eyes on you Helmut won't know what's hit him,
trust me on this."
I did, that was the problem. I'd accepted the inevitability of what was
coming, the end result of the chain of circumstances that had led me to
this point, but it wasn't something I was happy about.
"The first time a man takes her is a big day in a girl's life," said
Gerda, giving my shoulder a reassuring little squeeze, "the day she
becomes a woman. So it's a big day in your life too, one you'll remember
for the rest of your life."
Oh, I had no doubt about that since it already was. Preparations had
started with Gerda administering an enema to 'cleanse' me internally,
followed by a long bath incorporating a mixture of scented oils she had
selected. Then had come the hair and make-up session, the painting of my
finger and toe nails, and dressing me. The corset had been put on loosely
at first, stockings rolled up my legs and clipped to the garter straps
sewn into it at front and rear, before commencing the long process of
tightening it bit by bit.
Then the shoes were brought out.
I'd seen them in my closet, of course, but though I had by now either worn
or at least tried on all the others it contained I had never been tempted
by that pair. They had what were sometimes referred to as 'skyscraper
heels' and looked, frankly, dangerous. Gerda had slipped them onto my
feet, but when I stood up in them for the first time I had toppled
forward. Fortunately, Gerda was there to catch me. I'd taken a few tiny,
timid steps after that, deciding the best thing to do while wearing them
was to move as little as possible.
"It's time," said Gerda, "let's get you into a robe."
She helped me into my silk bath robe, which I pulled closed, tying the
sash, then went to the door for me.
"I'll let Helmut know you're ready for him," she said. "Good luck!"
I stood facing it when she'd gone, nervously awaiting the knock that would
signal Helmut's arrival, feeling like the sacrificial virgin in some
ceremony I had no control over. A minute or so later it came, a soft
rapping on the door. I opened it and there he stood clad in nothing but
his own silk robe, smiling down at me.
"Come in," I said, and he did.
We stood facing each other, which was when I realized something that
surprised me. Staring up into that handsome face I could see Helmut was as
nervous as I was. This was important to him. *I* was important to him. And
he didn't want to mess it up.
"You look lovely," he said.
In reply I undid my robe, letting it slip from my shoulders and fall to
the floor. Helmut gasped.
"Mein Gott!" he said, eyes going wide.
No one had ever looked at me like that before, with desire...no, with
*hunger* in their eyes. It gave me an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach
and sent a shiver down my spine. Following my lead, Helmut undid and
dropped his own robe to stand naked before me. Now it was my eyes that
went wide. I knew Helmut spent an hour working out in the castle gym
before breakfast every morning, but I hadn't thought about what that might
mean in terms of his physique.
It was astonishing.
Helmut had the trim waist and well-developed muscles I'd only ever seen
before on statues from Ancient Greece in the British Museum. I'd never
seen anyone actually built like that in real life. He stepped forward and
took me in his arms, pulling my small, soft body against the hard contours
of his own, and I was acutely aware of his engorged member pressing
against my belly. He cupped my buttocks in his hands and kissed me, a
soft, teasing kiss that barely brushed my painted lips. At the same time,
he began slowly moving his hands up my body, caressing my skin with a
featherlight touch. Then something totally unexpected happened.
I began to get aroused.
Helmut stroking my penis as he had a few days earlier had not been enough
by itself to get me erect until I started fantasizing it was a woman and
not him manipulating my member, but this was.
"And there you are," Helmut whispered in my ear, reaching down and
stroking the underside of my scrotum.
I didn't know why this was happening, but I offered no resistance and went
with it. Helmut was masturbating me vigorously now, having placed a
handkerchief loosely over the head of my mem...damnit, over the head of my
*cock* to catch the spunk. His hand moved up and down my shaft faster and
faster until I cried out, ejaculating into the handkerchief. I was
gasping, shaking as I came down from my orgasm, Helmut holding me tightly
and kissing the top of my head as I did so. Eventually he released me,
going over and pulling the chamberpot out from under my bed. He dropped
the handkerchief into this then took another from the small pile Gerda had
left on my bedside table to wipe his hands. This too he dropped in the
chamber pot.
"My turn," he grinned and I nodded, steeling myself for what was to
follow.
I got on all fours on the bed, presenting my anus to Helmut, still not
quite believing this was really happening. I had often dreamed of losing
my virginity but I had never imagined I'd lose it like this, to a man.
Helmut began by working some variety of lubricating gel into my rear with
two fingers before climbing onto the bed behind me. This was it.
"Be gentle with me," I pleaded nervously, as the head of his penis brushed
against my buttocks.
"Oh, I will be," he promised, "at first."
He mounted me then, gently easing himself into me. I felt my anus stretch
to accommodate him, letting out a gasp as it closed behind the head of his
penis. Helmut paused.
"Are you all right?" he said, concern in his voice. "I'm not hurting you,
am I?"
"No, no," I reassured him, "it's just...this is all new to me, and the
sensation surprised me is all."
"Good," he said, sounding relieved. He slowly slid his shaft into me,
firmly grasping my hips with those large, powerful hands.
He began to ram his cock in and out, taking me, possessing me, dominating
me more and more with every thrust of his hips. I was so much smaller and
weaker than him that just for a moment I found myself wondering if maybe
this was my proper role in these matters, that I'd been deluding myself to
think it could ever be any other way. Perhaps it had always been my
destiny for a strong, commanding male to make me his woman and to take me
like this. The moment passed, Helmut's thrusts grew more urgent, and
before I knew it he was arching his back as he came, pumping his load into
me. Panting, he held me in position for a while. I felt him slowly
deflating and going flaccid inside me until he gave a deep sigh and
withdrew his penis from my arse, which he then slapped.
"Let's climb under the covers," he said.
I nodded, kicked off my shoes, and we did just that. He took me in his
arms and we lay there for a while, gazing into each other's eyes and
kissing softly while he gently caressed my buttocks. I was deeply confused
by what had just happened. A man had had his way with me, something I
didn't want, yet I had consented to it. I felt violated, but this wasn't a
rape since Helmut believed I wanted this as much as he did, a belief I had
done nothing to discourage - quite the opposite. Far from being rough with
me he had been attentive and considerate. He was also handsome and in
amazing shape, the sort of man any woman would consider a great catch.
Given that I hadn't wanted to have sex with him it shouldn't matter to me
that he was good looking, but it did. If I was going to get fucked by a
man it was somehow less awful for it to be one who looked like Helmut than
one who was old, fat, and ugly. I felt vaguely uneasy for even thinking
such a thing, but that was how I felt. Then there were the caresses.
Unlike the penetration, which I had endured as an unpleasant necessity
that couldn't be avoided, those had actually succeeded in arousing me. It
was something I hadn't expected and which I didn't really know how to deal
with. I was a heterosexual male and shouldn't have been aroused by
anything Helmut did to me. What did it say about me that I was?
"What are you thinking about?" asked Helmut, as he traced the contours of
my face with his fingers.
"What we just did," I said. "I'd never done that before. It's a lot to
take in."
"I understand. Your first time can be emotionally overwhelming,
particularly when it's with someone you care about. The next time you'll
feel less anxiety and it'll be easier for you to relax and enjoy the
experience."
The next time. I shuddered, knowing that we were lovers now and would be
doing a lot more of this in the days and weeks to come.
Helmut rolled over so that he was lying on his back, taking me with him so
that I was nestled under his arm, my head on his chest.
"God, I've missed this!" he said. "When Steffi died it seemed impossible
I'd ever find anyone to take her place, yet here you are and I give thanks
to the Lord every night that you are."
He sounded so happy that even knowing I was doing so for king and country,
I found myself feeling bad about deceiving him as to my own feelings. He
closed his eyes and was soon asleep, a contented smile on his face. I
studied that face for a while, so different from the one I'd imagined my
first lover wearing, before carefully sliding out from under Helmut's arm
and padding over to my bathroom. Here I unclipped my stockings, carefully
rolled them down my legs, then set to the somewhat awkward task of
unlacing my corset. It wasn't possible to lace yourself into it without
help, but at least you could get out of it on your own. I unhooked my
earrings from my pierced ears, took off the choker, then removed my make-
up with cold cream. I debated whether or not to have a shower but settled
on a quick wash instead. This done, I returned to the bedroom and slipped
back under the sheets. Though still asleep, Helmut turned over and
instinctively spooned up against my back, dropping his arm over me.
And that was the position in which we spent our first night together.
- 24 -
When I woke up the next morning Helmut was gone. I turned my bleary eyes
to the clock on my bedside table and saw it was seven o'clock - an hour
before breakfast. Which meant Helmut was in the gymnasium, working out. I
lay back and stared at the canopy over the bed, rerunning the events of
last night in my mind. So that was what I could expect to be doing a lot
more of in the days and weeks to come. Could I do it? Somewhat to my
surprise I decided I could. I might not enjoy it, but compared to some of
the things our agents and our boys on the front lines had to endure, I
actually had it easy. Having to fake sexual pleasure with another man is
something you can move on from and leave in the past, but major physical
damage sustained in wartime stays with you for the rest of your life. I
had no doubt there were any number of men who would take my place, even
with all that entailed, if it meant getting out of combat and staying in
one piece.
I took a bath. While soaping myself I couldn't help remembering Helmut's
caresses and their effect on me. Since I was heterosexual and they'd
aroused me, the only explanation was that *anyone* caressing me like that
was going to arouse me, which was useful to know. I'd learned something
about my body I hadn't known before.
After my bath I sat at my dressing table and started putting on my daytime
make-up. What had once been a chore was now something I took a certain
amount of pride in. I was good at it, and besides I'd reached a point
where appearing in public as a woman without make-up would feel odd, as if
I wasn't properly dressed. I finished applying my lipstick and smiled at
my reflection, pleased with the result. I'd tried denying it, but the fact
was I'd come to like how I looked in make up. Assuming I survive this and
get back to blighty, I'm going to miss wearing it when I resume living as
a man.
It was Sunday morning and that meant church, so I dressed formally in a
plain blouse and conservative skirt suit, my jewellery understated.
Selecting the hat I'd be wearing for the service, I then made my way down
to breakfast. I had butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing
Helmut again after what we had done together last night. I'd never before
had to face someone on 'the morning after' and had no idea what the
etiquette was in such situations. When I entered the dining room the only
one present was Gerda. As soon as she saw me she came over and gave me a
big hug.
"So how was your big night?" she asked. "Was it everything you expected it
to be?"
"Pretty much," I said, and it mostly had been.
"Oh, I'm so pleased for you!" she gushed, assuming I had expected it to be
the consummation of my desire for her brother and a wonderful experience.
"One thing it has done is left me pretty hungry," I said, heading for the
table where the breakfast buffet was laid out.
"Me, too," said Helmut, arriving from the gym at that very moment.
He and I embraced, shared a quick kiss, and he squeezed my buttocks.
"A man can work up quite an appetite making love to you," he said,
stroking my cheek.
"Yes, well, time to eat, I think," said Gerda, watching us and smiling
wryly.
I was grateful for the intervention and set to loading up my plate. Well,
as loaded up as a plate for someone my size gets, anyway. Conversation
over breakfast was fairly inconsequential - we didn't even discuss the
current state of the war - and when it was time to head out for morning
service we left the table and made our way down to the church in a
leisurely fashion, Helmut and I holding hands all the way.
In the church were the usual suspects from the village: Captain Wendt,
Frau Engelmann and her timid husband, and Franz the cafe proprietor with
his brother Joachim, who we seldom see as he spends most of his time in
the kitchen. From the castle I could see Helga the maid, Heinrich the
chauffeur, and others, the staff spreading themselves over the three
Sunday services - morning, afternoon, and evening - so their absence
didn't affect the running of the castle. Father Gunther gave a sermon on
temptation, and I took communion with the others, though I did not go to
confession. I can't imagine I ever will since I would have to lie. Hell,
just sitting there as Eva Schumacher I'd be lying before I even said a
word. After the service Helmut suggested he and I should go riding.
"It's mid-September now so we're not going to see many more days as warm
and sunny as this," he pointed out.
This was fine by me, so when we got back to the castle I changed into my
riding outfit of black low-cut jacket, wide ankle-length skirt, knee-high
leather boots, high-collared white blouse with ruffles, and bolero-style
black hat. Before donning the hat I pulled my hair back into a curled-
under pony tail and tied it off with a bow of black ribbon whose trailing
ends reached down to my shoulder blades, of course. This was the
regulation riding outfit for the ladies of the castle and as stuffy as the
idea of set outfits for given occasions might seem, I'd grown to
appreciate it. With a pair of black leather gloves and a riding crop in
hand, I then made my way down to the courtyard where Helmut was waiting
for me, the reins of a horse in each hand.
The stable boys had as usual placed a small step-stool next to the mare.
Helmut took my hand as I climbed this and helped me into the side-saddle.
He then swung himself up into the stallion's saddle in a single fluid
movement.
"After you," he said, indicating the exit from the castle.
Riding side-saddle you can't exactly dig your heels into a horse the way
you can in a regular saddle, so I gave her a little flick of my riding
crop and she trotted off. We left the castle at a slow canter, and rode
side by side through the village, talking all the way. Helmut was almost
chatty, a far cry from how he was when I first met him. Then he'd been
formal, courteous, and a little distant. Only once I became his girlfriend
and he opened up to me did I appreciate how nervous he'd been around me.
He had not expected to find someone like Steffi again any time soon, yet
here I was. But what if his desire for me wasn't reciprocated? He hadn't
dared let himself get his hopes up, not until I'd lied and told him what
he wanted to hear. I didn't like deceiving him, but I was a spy now and
that was my job. There was much to admire about Helmut as a person and I
like to think that we might have become friends anyway if we'd met under
circumstances where I wasn't acting the part of his lover and he wasn't
working on weapons designed to attack London.
We quickly passed through the village, headed down the hill, crossed the
railway tracks and the wooden bridge that forded the river, and were then
in open fields. Grinning, I urged the mare into a gallop, then into a
faster one, and soon Helmut and I were racing across the valley floor, the
wind in our faces, laughing at the sheer joy of it. We only slowed again
when we had reached the opposite side and were climbing its wooded slopes.
We both knew where we were headed, of course.
On reaching the high meadow, Helmut swung off his horse and hitched it to
the same tree as the last time we were here. He then lowered me to the
ground from my horse as effortlessly as if I'd been weightless and hitched
the mare next to his steed. From his saddle bag he took a large, thick
blanket, which he laid on the grass.
"There's nothing quite like making love in the open air," he said,
"feeling the heat of the sun on your back, a slight breeze wafting between
your legs, and the smell of the flowers all about."
"Mmmm, I like the sound of that," I purred, playing my part to the hilt.
With all due modesty, I doubt if there was an actor in Hollywood or on the
London stage who could have played the role circumstances had cast me in
any more convincingly than I was playing it. It was a shame the academy
would never see it, because I deserved an Oscar for my performance.
Ten minutes later, after some not entirely unpleasant foreplay, I was down
on my hands and knees on that blanket, my skirt lifted up over my waist,
my silken French knickers pulled down, and Helmut was entering me. As he
took me for the second time he did so with us both gazing across the
valley at the village, so small and so far away. Never in my wildest
dreams could I have ever imagined myself in a situation like this.
Later, as we lay beside each other on the blanket, staring into each
other's eyes, Helmut looked thoughtful, as if mulling over a decision.
"I've never told you how Wernher and I met, have I?" he said.
"No, you haven't. I assumed it must be related to your work together in
some way."
"It is. We were amateur rocket enthusiasts who dreamt of one day going
into space. Then the army closed our club down and requisitioned our
expertise for themselves. Do you know what that means?"
"That Hitler wants to conquer the moon?" I replied, feigning ignorance.
"God, no!" laughed Helmut. "I mean, I wouldn't put it past him but if so
it isn't a plan he's shared with us. No, he wants to use our rockets to
attack London."
"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Because going forward I don't want there to be any secrets between us,"
he said. "What I'm trying to say is...I love you, Eva."
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To be continued
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Note:
With this instalment 'The Crossing' becomes the longest story I've ever
posted here, and there's still a fair way to go. I may have written the
ending before I posted the first instalment, but while we're still on
track and heading towards it we're nowhere near it yet.
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