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A FRENCH VILLAGE (A TALE OF WAR) PART 7 AND LAST
Note: This last part of my story is not a history of the fall of Vichy. It was liberated by the Resistance one week after Paris (end of August 1944). This last part will follow certain key characters a month of so before the fall of the city. It’s a story about the relationships of women who love women, and men who love men. Sex continued to happen until the end, but the fate of the characters will remain a mystery.
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“We have to stop meeting like this”, said a tall, beautiful, naked woman lying in bed
“Yes, you’re right, probably more than you think”, replied an older naked woman lying next to her.
“When are you leaving ?”, asked the French woman
“After I fuck you one last time”, replied the German woman
With those words, Monika mounted Isabelle. Although the French woman did not usually play bitch, she would be the first to admit that Monika out-butched her by a long shot. After a good lunch in a secluded terrace, they had gone to the Hotel de Vichy to have sex. They had explored each other’s body for hours. Each licked, sucked, poked, and squeezed the other. When their skin got too sticky for comfort or the smell of sex got overwhelming, even for experienced lesbians, they took a shower together. Then they resumed their mutual quest for pleasure, oozing love juices, sometimes receiving in a selfish way, other times giving without expectations of a reward.
Monika was naturally kinky in her tastes while Isabelle was quite conservative, but had been introduced, mainly by Annie, to water sports and the like. Immediately after lunch, especially after a good bottle of wine, the two middle-age women had reconvened in the empty bath tub and settled in a 69 as they would have in order to feast on the other’s cunt lips and clit. This time they had a countdown and released the content of their bladder at the same time, each spraying the other’s face, hair and mouth with the tasty nectar. It was a way they had found to tell each other once again that they enjoyed every part of the other and that nothing was off limits.
Before they began a series of couplings, cunt on cunt, the women also delighted themselves with licking each other’s hole, the secret one, well hidden between their round asscheeks.
When the a****l instinct in both lesbians was satisfied, they stopped. They lay side by side on the bed, as they had at the beginning. They had had a sparse relationship during these past few years, Monika and Isabelle, sparse in the sense of not needing to see each other very often. But every time they did, it was alone and very intense. Monika knew what Isabelle was doing politically and Isabelle, of course, was more than aware that Monika had her life in her hands. Love, if you want to call it that, transcended all of that. It wasn’t about a French woman and a German woman. It wasn’t about a war going on. It was only a question of two female bodies which couldn’t exist very long without mating with the other. By the nature of the situation, that need would be always there, but the possibility of realizing it was temporary. They both accepted it like they had accepted their role in society.
Both women showered together. The last movements were cleansing ones, however odd that might sound. They dressed and kissed. Monika left first.
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Alain D. was beside himself. Bernard, his boss and sometimes lover, was gone. His secretary told him that a few German military men with many patches, had taken him away. He had been warned since he had a suitcase ready. He apparently smiled and thanked the staff he met on the way out. It was not surprising, Alain thought, since the Germans needed his expertise, and, in a way, kept him from being imprisoned by the Allies.
Alain had called Georges (Isabelle’s husband) at the Ministry and had told him. The two men had decided to meet at the Hôtel de Vichy. After they talked about the situation, they sat on the bed and kissed. They had never had sex together since they were both bottoms. Alain got undressed first. Both men were close in age and handsome. Georges joined Alain under the shower and moved to the bed when they were dry. The sex was slow. Kissing gave way to nipple-kissing and then to mutual cock sucking, each man lying on his side. Georges was slow to react but finally his cock got hard, at least hard enough for Alain to suck on it. Alain was hard from the beginning. They sucked slowly and the hip movement picked up when their hands started exploring the other’s ass. Georges was not completely erect when he came in Alain’s mouth. Alain blasted his load in Georges’ mouth. They lay on their back next to each other, exchanging thoughts and fears. Alain was expecting to be carried off by the Germans in the wake of his boss. They were probably looking for him as they spoke.
The men kissed again, and Alain’s finger wandered between Georges’ buttocks. Alain wanted to fuck Georges although he had never done that before. He was hard again. His tongue replaced his finger, probing Georges’ hole while the woman in Georges moaned and called for more. Alain rested his lower body over Georges’ ass and moved his hard cock between his lover’s asscheeks. His cock disappeared as it moved along the ass crack. Georges was moaning and pleaded with Alain to fuck him. Both men were sweating heavily. Alain was shaking with lust, but he was also afraid to fail in his attempt to penetrate Georges. Georges got on all fours and guided Alain’s cock to his hole. Alain stroked his rod a few times to stiffen it even more. He pushed his knob against the wet hole. It went in about an inch and stopped. It bent and went limp again. Georges took Alain’s hand and put it around his cock and asked to be masturbated. Alain complied and his cock grew again. He was breathing hard and moved his hips forward, guiding his cock to its destination. Finally, Georges moaned as Alain’s cock penetrated him. Once the action began, the two lovers fucked as if they had mated with each other for years. It was a noisy fuck with both men screaming and sobbing at the same time.
They fell sideways after their orgasm. Alain felt like a man for the first time. He had satisfied his bitch. As they showered and dressed, neither thought that this would happen again. When the German soldiers escorted Alain out of the room, Georges waved to a man who wasn’t looking. Georges picked up the phone and called his wife.
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The large black car had parked next to the grocery store and the driver, knowing it would be awhile for his passenger to come back, promptly fell asleep behind the wheel.
It was after 6 PM and Geneviève had waited patiently to hear the roar of the car before she opened the front door to meet her visitor and lead her up the outside staircase to the third floor. Tessa was dressed in her usual short tight skirt and white blouse. Geneviève was in a flowing summer dress but had worn bra and panties since she had had customers all afternoon.
As soon as they were inside, the two middle-age lesbians did what they usually did when they met: feel each other with their hands and kiss all over each other’s face. Geneviève yanked the German woman’s skirt up until she could see her pubic hair. She grabbed the part of her ass which showed. Tessa opened the storekeeper’s blouse without bothering to unbutton it and snapped off the bra. Geneviève’s tits bounced out and the nipples were quickly sucked on noisily. Tessa’s hands raised the French woman’s dress and pulled down the panties. Fingers were sliding in both cunt holes and saliva was running down chins only a few minutes after the initial onslaught. Traditionally this half-dressed mutual aggression lasted until the first orgasm. I say traditionally because, that afternoon, tradition was particularly important. The two lesbians wanted to repeat the same gestures they had made fifty or maybe even a hundred times over the past years. No one spoke. There was no explanation required, no rehearsal either. They stumbled naked on the bed. Two strapons were on the dresser. Geneviève took one and put it on. Tessa was on her back and legs up within seconds. Geneviève fucked her without any preliminaries. Tessa’s cunt was dripping wet anyway. They fucked. Geneviève was not usually comfortable being the butch but with Tessa it was natural. The two big women moved their hips in stride, their thighs slapping together, cunt juice beginning to spread to the sheet. Tessa screamed before she kissed her lover. They sucked tits and kissed again before Geneviève slid her instrument out of her German lover. Geneviève put the strapon back on the dresser and gave the other one to Tessa. The shopkeeper lay on her stomach, then she was propped up by Tessa and was on all fours. Tessa left a trail of kisses on Geneviève buttocks, then zeroed in on her puckered hole. She spent awhile licking it and probing it with her tongue. She held the end of her instrument to the hole and pushed it in slowly. Even then, Geneviève hissed in pain, then moaned in pleasure. Tessa, the ass lady, was fucking Geneviève in the ass like she always did when they were alone. Her strapon moved against her erect clit as she made her fucking movements. Geneviève was rubbing her bush while having her ass filled. Both women came nearly at the same time. They always seem to do that. Nobody was ever late.
After they dressed, Geneviève gave Tessa the strapon the German butch had used on her. She wrapped it up in tissue paper.
“Nobody could ever use it better than you did”, smiled Geneviève as Tessa stuffed the instrument in her bag.
Neither said another word. Neither cried. Tessa got into the black car which sped off. Geneviève walked up the stairs to the third floor. She stopped and looked down. She stayed in that position for a few minutes. Finally, she took a deep breath, opened the door of the bedroom, and walked in.
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“Don’t worry chérie, this time you won’t be with the political prisoners. You’re in the slammer with the “street girls”, said the big female guard to Toinette.
“Why am I here ?”, asked Toinette who was changing into the prison frock after being searched.
“Because you must have friends high up somewhere”, answered the guard, “The political prisoners were sent to Germany or shot in the forest a few miles from here”,
Toinette began to shake as she realized she could be dead. She knew Tessa and Monika had left. It was probably their parting gift. Bless them !
Toinette suspended her frock at the entrance under hook no. 47, then she walked into the showers.
Whistles, catcalls and obscene name-calling greeted her. She closed her eyes and cringed as she felt hands grab her ass, her tits, even her cunt. She managed to get to a free shower space and quickly soaped up. She pushed away one girl who wanted to kiss her. If the guards had not kept the other girls away, she would have been gang-****d.
Finally, she got her frock back on and joined the lineup for the cells. She shared the cell with three other girls. They were the old-fashioned cells with horizontal and vertical streel bars. Toinette was very visible and so was everyone else. In her cell, there was an obvious couple with a short-haired plump butch and a tall skinny blonde who had obviously been a hooker. The other girl looked nice. She was in her 40s. Toinette didn’t want to know why she was there. When Louise sat next to Toinette on her bunk (Louise had the upper one) and put her arm around her shoulder, Toinette decided she wouldn’t find a better-looking or gentler partner. They kissed and off came the frocks. Toinette had been told it was better to establish a relationship at the beginning, then you were left alone. Louise mounted the blonde beauty, encouraged by other girls who had been watching from their cells. Toinette cooperated (she was a lesbian, so it was easy) and Louise had no trouble rubbing cunts with the newcomer. It was now up to Louise to defend her property. She seemed big enough and respected enough to do that. At dinner Louise got into it with another woman. Louise had the advantage when the guards broke it up. Toinette enjoyed two women fight for her.
Toinette slept alone for the first part of that night. Later Louise visited once before they both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Toinette told herself she could get used to this, at least for the next few months.
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Annie had packed her suitcase and made her way on foot during the night towards Geneviève’s store. She hid outside until the wee hours of the morning, then she climbed the outside staircase and knocked on the door. A sleepy Geneviève opened the door and pulled Annie inside with one hand.
“What are you doing here ?”, asked Geneviève who did not seem happy to see her former lover.
“I don’t want to leave. I want to hide until the Germans are gone”, pleaded Annie
“And you think I can help ? After all the spying you’ve been doing for them ?, if the other side finds you here, you’re dead. “, answered Geneviève
“I’m French. I did what I had to do. “, cried out Annie
“Well…well….look at what we have here “, another voice said , coming from the hallway.
“Tie her up and we’ll see what we can get out of her”, added Isabelle, who was dressed only in her panties.
Geneviève took Annie, undressed her, and with the help of Isabelle tied her arms and legs to the bedposts with long ropes. Geneviève made sure all the doors were locked, from the store to the top floor. It was Sunday. The store was closed and there was no one on the street, except for the odd German jeep or black car. The women pulled all the d****s. People would think Geneviève was in Vichy or Paris. As for Isabelle, once she got her husband secure in Paris, she went directly to Geneviève’s store to see how she was doing.
Annie was stark naked, spread eagle on the bed sheet, her hands and feet tied. Geneviève and Isabelle got completely naked also. They had obviously had something started when Annie arrived and were both rather horny and frustrated.
Isabelle interrogated Annie about the information which had come from Ursula, then followed the path Toinette, Annie, Isabelle, England. The microfilms had been switched somewhere. Isabelle was on her knees on the bed and was asking Annie questions, pertinent questions. Annie was silent. Geneviève was also on the bed and kneeling between Annie’s legs. The storekeeper moved her hands slowly up and down the inside of the dress maker’s legs, from her feet to a few inches from her hairy bush, but without touching it. Isabelle had her knees pinning Annie’s shoulders to the bed. It was painful and Annie was crying silently. Isabelle lowered her cunt a few inches from Annie’s face. Annie could smell it and it reminded her of all the good sucks they had enjoyed, and the squirts Isabelle would send to her face. Annie raised her middle section up and down. She was ready for an orgasm, an orgasm Isabelle and Geneviève were not willing to give her, just yet.
“What did you do with the films Toinette gave you ?”, hammered Isabelle
“I gave them to you”, repeated Annie in a throaty voice
‘No you didn’t. You told Toinette you switched them”, announced Isabelle
‘Toinette knows nothing. I never see her.”, lied Annie
‘You think that photograph of Geneviève with the German lesbians will get your record straight ? Well it won’t because we just found it…in your suitcase, in the fake bottom”, screamed Isabelle who had enough of those lies.
Annie knew she was caught and exposed. Geneviève showed her part of the photograph which had just been burned.
“What will you do with me ?,” asked Annie, suddenly panicking.
“We can hide you for now and hand you over to the Americans when they arrive. They will give you to the Resistance and they will shoot you”, calmly said Isabelle
“On the other hand, if you promise to leave the village, and take the train to Lyon, we will give you an address where you can find a job as a seamstress in that large needle trade city”, said Geneviève.
“Why would you be so kind ?”, asked Annie, tears streaming down her cheeks.
‘Because you’re not a bad person. Because you committed a mistake once.”, answered Isabelle.
“And also because of old time’s sake’, added Geneviève who referred in that way to their initial relationship.
Geneviève went first to the bed. They kept Annie tied down. Geneviève fucked her while Isabelle watched. It was a formal fuck, no emotion, no kissing, just a fuck. Then Isabelle took over. They did the same thing. Both women had their orgasm at the end. It was like a souvenir. Something to remember, but not great enough to remember it for ever. They untied her and dressed her. She took her suitcase and the address in Lyon. Isabelle and Geneviève stayed inside as Annie walked down the steps slowly to the street. She looked back to see if there was someone at the window, but there was no one. She looked at the building to remember. Then she walked to the train station.
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EPILOGUE
Some 15 to 20 years later, in the early 1960s, a well-dressed attractive woman of 65 walked by the terrace of a café in Paris. She stopped in her tracks and turned to the terrace table where an older woman was sitting.
“Monika ?”, she asked hesitantly.
The lady looked up and said “No…my name isn’t Monika”, with a slight German accent.
“I’m sorry’, said Isabelle Renaud, “I must have made a mistake”
“Yes, you must have. We all did.”, said the lady who went back to her newspaper
THE END
Note: This last part of my story is not a history of the fall of Vichy. It was liberated by the Resistance one week after Paris (end of August 1944). This last part will follow certain key characters a month of so before the fall of the city. It’s a story about the relationships of women who love women, and men who love men. Sex continued to happen until the end, but the fate of the characters will remain a mystery.
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“We have to stop meeting like this”, said a tall, beautiful, naked woman lying in bed
“Yes, you’re right, probably more than you think”, replied an older naked woman lying next to her.
“When are you leaving ?”, asked the French woman
“After I fuck you one last time”, replied the German woman
With those words, Monika mounted Isabelle. Although the French woman did not usually play bitch, she would be the first to admit that Monika out-butched her by a long shot. After a good lunch in a secluded terrace, they had gone to the Hotel de Vichy to have sex. They had explored each other’s body for hours. Each licked, sucked, poked, and squeezed the other. When their skin got too sticky for comfort or the smell of sex got overwhelming, even for experienced lesbians, they took a shower together. Then they resumed their mutual quest for pleasure, oozing love juices, sometimes receiving in a selfish way, other times giving without expectations of a reward.
Monika was naturally kinky in her tastes while Isabelle was quite conservative, but had been introduced, mainly by Annie, to water sports and the like. Immediately after lunch, especially after a good bottle of wine, the two middle-age women had reconvened in the empty bath tub and settled in a 69 as they would have in order to feast on the other’s cunt lips and clit. This time they had a countdown and released the content of their bladder at the same time, each spraying the other’s face, hair and mouth with the tasty nectar. It was a way they had found to tell each other once again that they enjoyed every part of the other and that nothing was off limits.
Before they began a series of couplings, cunt on cunt, the women also delighted themselves with licking each other’s hole, the secret one, well hidden between their round asscheeks.
When the a****l instinct in both lesbians was satisfied, they stopped. They lay side by side on the bed, as they had at the beginning. They had had a sparse relationship during these past few years, Monika and Isabelle, sparse in the sense of not needing to see each other very often. But every time they did, it was alone and very intense. Monika knew what Isabelle was doing politically and Isabelle, of course, was more than aware that Monika had her life in her hands. Love, if you want to call it that, transcended all of that. It wasn’t about a French woman and a German woman. It wasn’t about a war going on. It was only a question of two female bodies which couldn’t exist very long without mating with the other. By the nature of the situation, that need would be always there, but the possibility of realizing it was temporary. They both accepted it like they had accepted their role in society.
Both women showered together. The last movements were cleansing ones, however odd that might sound. They dressed and kissed. Monika left first.
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Alain D. was beside himself. Bernard, his boss and sometimes lover, was gone. His secretary told him that a few German military men with many patches, had taken him away. He had been warned since he had a suitcase ready. He apparently smiled and thanked the staff he met on the way out. It was not surprising, Alain thought, since the Germans needed his expertise, and, in a way, kept him from being imprisoned by the Allies.
Alain had called Georges (Isabelle’s husband) at the Ministry and had told him. The two men had decided to meet at the Hôtel de Vichy. After they talked about the situation, they sat on the bed and kissed. They had never had sex together since they were both bottoms. Alain got undressed first. Both men were close in age and handsome. Georges joined Alain under the shower and moved to the bed when they were dry. The sex was slow. Kissing gave way to nipple-kissing and then to mutual cock sucking, each man lying on his side. Georges was slow to react but finally his cock got hard, at least hard enough for Alain to suck on it. Alain was hard from the beginning. They sucked slowly and the hip movement picked up when their hands started exploring the other’s ass. Georges was not completely erect when he came in Alain’s mouth. Alain blasted his load in Georges’ mouth. They lay on their back next to each other, exchanging thoughts and fears. Alain was expecting to be carried off by the Germans in the wake of his boss. They were probably looking for him as they spoke.
The men kissed again, and Alain’s finger wandered between Georges’ buttocks. Alain wanted to fuck Georges although he had never done that before. He was hard again. His tongue replaced his finger, probing Georges’ hole while the woman in Georges moaned and called for more. Alain rested his lower body over Georges’ ass and moved his hard cock between his lover’s asscheeks. His cock disappeared as it moved along the ass crack. Georges was moaning and pleaded with Alain to fuck him. Both men were sweating heavily. Alain was shaking with lust, but he was also afraid to fail in his attempt to penetrate Georges. Georges got on all fours and guided Alain’s cock to his hole. Alain stroked his rod a few times to stiffen it even more. He pushed his knob against the wet hole. It went in about an inch and stopped. It bent and went limp again. Georges took Alain’s hand and put it around his cock and asked to be masturbated. Alain complied and his cock grew again. He was breathing hard and moved his hips forward, guiding his cock to its destination. Finally, Georges moaned as Alain’s cock penetrated him. Once the action began, the two lovers fucked as if they had mated with each other for years. It was a noisy fuck with both men screaming and sobbing at the same time.
They fell sideways after their orgasm. Alain felt like a man for the first time. He had satisfied his bitch. As they showered and dressed, neither thought that this would happen again. When the German soldiers escorted Alain out of the room, Georges waved to a man who wasn’t looking. Georges picked up the phone and called his wife.
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The large black car had parked next to the grocery store and the driver, knowing it would be awhile for his passenger to come back, promptly fell asleep behind the wheel.
It was after 6 PM and Geneviève had waited patiently to hear the roar of the car before she opened the front door to meet her visitor and lead her up the outside staircase to the third floor. Tessa was dressed in her usual short tight skirt and white blouse. Geneviève was in a flowing summer dress but had worn bra and panties since she had had customers all afternoon.
As soon as they were inside, the two middle-age lesbians did what they usually did when they met: feel each other with their hands and kiss all over each other’s face. Geneviève yanked the German woman’s skirt up until she could see her pubic hair. She grabbed the part of her ass which showed. Tessa opened the storekeeper’s blouse without bothering to unbutton it and snapped off the bra. Geneviève’s tits bounced out and the nipples were quickly sucked on noisily. Tessa’s hands raised the French woman’s dress and pulled down the panties. Fingers were sliding in both cunt holes and saliva was running down chins only a few minutes after the initial onslaught. Traditionally this half-dressed mutual aggression lasted until the first orgasm. I say traditionally because, that afternoon, tradition was particularly important. The two lesbians wanted to repeat the same gestures they had made fifty or maybe even a hundred times over the past years. No one spoke. There was no explanation required, no rehearsal either. They stumbled naked on the bed. Two strapons were on the dresser. Geneviève took one and put it on. Tessa was on her back and legs up within seconds. Geneviève fucked her without any preliminaries. Tessa’s cunt was dripping wet anyway. They fucked. Geneviève was not usually comfortable being the butch but with Tessa it was natural. The two big women moved their hips in stride, their thighs slapping together, cunt juice beginning to spread to the sheet. Tessa screamed before she kissed her lover. They sucked tits and kissed again before Geneviève slid her instrument out of her German lover. Geneviève put the strapon back on the dresser and gave the other one to Tessa. The shopkeeper lay on her stomach, then she was propped up by Tessa and was on all fours. Tessa left a trail of kisses on Geneviève buttocks, then zeroed in on her puckered hole. She spent awhile licking it and probing it with her tongue. She held the end of her instrument to the hole and pushed it in slowly. Even then, Geneviève hissed in pain, then moaned in pleasure. Tessa, the ass lady, was fucking Geneviève in the ass like she always did when they were alone. Her strapon moved against her erect clit as she made her fucking movements. Geneviève was rubbing her bush while having her ass filled. Both women came nearly at the same time. They always seem to do that. Nobody was ever late.
After they dressed, Geneviève gave Tessa the strapon the German butch had used on her. She wrapped it up in tissue paper.
“Nobody could ever use it better than you did”, smiled Geneviève as Tessa stuffed the instrument in her bag.
Neither said another word. Neither cried. Tessa got into the black car which sped off. Geneviève walked up the stairs to the third floor. She stopped and looked down. She stayed in that position for a few minutes. Finally, she took a deep breath, opened the door of the bedroom, and walked in.
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“Don’t worry chérie, this time you won’t be with the political prisoners. You’re in the slammer with the “street girls”, said the big female guard to Toinette.
“Why am I here ?”, asked Toinette who was changing into the prison frock after being searched.
“Because you must have friends high up somewhere”, answered the guard, “The political prisoners were sent to Germany or shot in the forest a few miles from here”,
Toinette began to shake as she realized she could be dead. She knew Tessa and Monika had left. It was probably their parting gift. Bless them !
Toinette suspended her frock at the entrance under hook no. 47, then she walked into the showers.
Whistles, catcalls and obscene name-calling greeted her. She closed her eyes and cringed as she felt hands grab her ass, her tits, even her cunt. She managed to get to a free shower space and quickly soaped up. She pushed away one girl who wanted to kiss her. If the guards had not kept the other girls away, she would have been gang-****d.
Finally, she got her frock back on and joined the lineup for the cells. She shared the cell with three other girls. They were the old-fashioned cells with horizontal and vertical streel bars. Toinette was very visible and so was everyone else. In her cell, there was an obvious couple with a short-haired plump butch and a tall skinny blonde who had obviously been a hooker. The other girl looked nice. She was in her 40s. Toinette didn’t want to know why she was there. When Louise sat next to Toinette on her bunk (Louise had the upper one) and put her arm around her shoulder, Toinette decided she wouldn’t find a better-looking or gentler partner. They kissed and off came the frocks. Toinette had been told it was better to establish a relationship at the beginning, then you were left alone. Louise mounted the blonde beauty, encouraged by other girls who had been watching from their cells. Toinette cooperated (she was a lesbian, so it was easy) and Louise had no trouble rubbing cunts with the newcomer. It was now up to Louise to defend her property. She seemed big enough and respected enough to do that. At dinner Louise got into it with another woman. Louise had the advantage when the guards broke it up. Toinette enjoyed two women fight for her.
Toinette slept alone for the first part of that night. Later Louise visited once before they both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Toinette told herself she could get used to this, at least for the next few months.
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Annie had packed her suitcase and made her way on foot during the night towards Geneviève’s store. She hid outside until the wee hours of the morning, then she climbed the outside staircase and knocked on the door. A sleepy Geneviève opened the door and pulled Annie inside with one hand.
“What are you doing here ?”, asked Geneviève who did not seem happy to see her former lover.
“I don’t want to leave. I want to hide until the Germans are gone”, pleaded Annie
“And you think I can help ? After all the spying you’ve been doing for them ?, if the other side finds you here, you’re dead. “, answered Geneviève
“I’m French. I did what I had to do. “, cried out Annie
“Well…well….look at what we have here “, another voice said , coming from the hallway.
“Tie her up and we’ll see what we can get out of her”, added Isabelle, who was dressed only in her panties.
Geneviève took Annie, undressed her, and with the help of Isabelle tied her arms and legs to the bedposts with long ropes. Geneviève made sure all the doors were locked, from the store to the top floor. It was Sunday. The store was closed and there was no one on the street, except for the odd German jeep or black car. The women pulled all the d****s. People would think Geneviève was in Vichy or Paris. As for Isabelle, once she got her husband secure in Paris, she went directly to Geneviève’s store to see how she was doing.
Annie was stark naked, spread eagle on the bed sheet, her hands and feet tied. Geneviève and Isabelle got completely naked also. They had obviously had something started when Annie arrived and were both rather horny and frustrated.
Isabelle interrogated Annie about the information which had come from Ursula, then followed the path Toinette, Annie, Isabelle, England. The microfilms had been switched somewhere. Isabelle was on her knees on the bed and was asking Annie questions, pertinent questions. Annie was silent. Geneviève was also on the bed and kneeling between Annie’s legs. The storekeeper moved her hands slowly up and down the inside of the dress maker’s legs, from her feet to a few inches from her hairy bush, but without touching it. Isabelle had her knees pinning Annie’s shoulders to the bed. It was painful and Annie was crying silently. Isabelle lowered her cunt a few inches from Annie’s face. Annie could smell it and it reminded her of all the good sucks they had enjoyed, and the squirts Isabelle would send to her face. Annie raised her middle section up and down. She was ready for an orgasm, an orgasm Isabelle and Geneviève were not willing to give her, just yet.
“What did you do with the films Toinette gave you ?”, hammered Isabelle
“I gave them to you”, repeated Annie in a throaty voice
‘No you didn’t. You told Toinette you switched them”, announced Isabelle
‘Toinette knows nothing. I never see her.”, lied Annie
‘You think that photograph of Geneviève with the German lesbians will get your record straight ? Well it won’t because we just found it…in your suitcase, in the fake bottom”, screamed Isabelle who had enough of those lies.
Annie knew she was caught and exposed. Geneviève showed her part of the photograph which had just been burned.
“What will you do with me ?,” asked Annie, suddenly panicking.
“We can hide you for now and hand you over to the Americans when they arrive. They will give you to the Resistance and they will shoot you”, calmly said Isabelle
“On the other hand, if you promise to leave the village, and take the train to Lyon, we will give you an address where you can find a job as a seamstress in that large needle trade city”, said Geneviève.
“Why would you be so kind ?”, asked Annie, tears streaming down her cheeks.
‘Because you’re not a bad person. Because you committed a mistake once.”, answered Isabelle.
“And also because of old time’s sake’, added Geneviève who referred in that way to their initial relationship.
Geneviève went first to the bed. They kept Annie tied down. Geneviève fucked her while Isabelle watched. It was a formal fuck, no emotion, no kissing, just a fuck. Then Isabelle took over. They did the same thing. Both women had their orgasm at the end. It was like a souvenir. Something to remember, but not great enough to remember it for ever. They untied her and dressed her. She took her suitcase and the address in Lyon. Isabelle and Geneviève stayed inside as Annie walked down the steps slowly to the street. She looked back to see if there was someone at the window, but there was no one. She looked at the building to remember. Then she walked to the train station.
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EPILOGUE
Some 15 to 20 years later, in the early 1960s, a well-dressed attractive woman of 65 walked by the terrace of a café in Paris. She stopped in her tracks and turned to the terrace table where an older woman was sitting.
“Monika ?”, she asked hesitantly.
The lady looked up and said “No…my name isn’t Monika”, with a slight German accent.
“I’m sorry’, said Isabelle Renaud, “I must have made a mistake”
“Yes, you must have. We all did.”, said the lady who went back to her newspaper
THE END
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