Chapter 16

The Wehrmacht Versus The Gestapo

Highly pleased with my performance, I went home. I had paid my debt to Angela and felt I had earned a rest.

It had not been very easy, and the acrobatics with Otto had not been in any way pleasant.

Now that I came to think of it, it was the first time I had felt nothing while a man fucked me. He had hardly begun to have any effect on me when it was already all over, leaving me unsatisfied. I decided to make up for this small inconvenience as soon as possible, and to relieve my nervous system with someone who knew his business and, if possible, was at the same time gay and full of life.

John! Obviously, exactly what the doctor ordered.

So the next day I phoned him. He was not at home. I then tried Sirio's, where he generally hung out, and managed to get hold of him.

"Is that you, John?"

"Yes, who is speaking?"

"One of your mistresses."

"Good, which one?"

"Monique."

"Monique, I was just thinking about you."

"Me too."

"I adore you."

"Same here. Come over to see me."

"What, now? Do you need me?"

"Yes, you personally."

"You flatter me. Which part of my body do you need in particular?"

"All of it, but I will hang up now; as it is forbidden to use obscene language on the telephone, we might get cut off. I will be waiting for you."

Twenty minutes later he rang, kissed me hurriedly, then, without speaking but doubled up with laughter, he began to undress.

"What is the matter with you?"

"Monique, I guess that today you need all my charm as well as my great big cock and my sex appeal. As I am a good guy ... "

"Come off it! Is that all?"

"No, you are attracted by my extraordinary sexual accomplishments, which I can quite understand, but you don't do so badly yourself."

"You fool!"

"So, in order to satisfy your wishes, I am getting into my work clothes; that is, none at all. Anyway, what are you waiting for?"

In a jiffy he rid me of my dressing gown, and this joyful Adam carried his Eve to the sofa, where he got on top of her.

He, at least, knew how to make love. His mouth and his hands worked busily all over my anatomy. They wrenched my buttocks apart, exposing the soft downy slit and the little temple of illicit love, round and pretty as a rose. His whacking great cock stuck into the awaiting crevice, driving deep to my roots. In and out he rocked as I responded gratefully to his penetrating monster. Again and again, it shot into me, as every tissue was crying out for punishment. My cavern was now voraciously awaiting each entrance like a tiger about to spring on its prey. I tightened around his slithering member, bringing unbearable pressure on it, till it exploded into me. My grasping tentacles did not allow him to leave my fountain of love till I had pumped him dry.

After an instant of rest, he dexterously jumped down to the carpet, and still hugely enjoying himself, exhibited his now satisfied tool, saying:

"What a beauty. Monique, you are a lucky girl!"

Half laughing, half convinced, I could only answer:

"You have rather a good opinion of yourself, but apart from that I reckon you know how to fuck."

"I have been aware of that for some time! Right now I am famished. Get dressed so that we can have a good meal."

With that, my genial joker, patting me on my behind, sent me off to the bathroom. I had been wise to have this little distraction because the next few days were to be highly eventful.

After he had left me, my senses now satisfied, I lay on my bed, which looked like a battlefield, and rested, reading a good book. Once again I was interrupted by that damned bell ringing. Not very pleased, I went to open. Who should I see but Mado. She looked very excited and embraced me effusively.

"We have done it!"

"What?"

"Angela is free! She escaped!" I had nearly forgotten all about this in the arms of my ardent lover.

"How did it go?"

"It could not have been better!"

Volubly, she gave me all the details.

Having finished her story, still trembling with joy, she cuddled up to me and shamelessly she slid her hand into my dress and fondled my breasts.

Gently I pulled her away. I did not feel like having a woman today.

"No, darling, not now. I don't feel in the mood."

Mado pouted like a disappointed child.

I showed her out, telling her I should make up for it another time.

Relieved, I again took up my book.

Not for long! The telephone rang once more.

"Is that you, Monique?"

I recognized Herman's grave voice.

"My dear child, I have a couple of hours on my hands, and with your permission I should like to come and spend them with you."

What a bore! Unfortunately, it was difficult to refuse such a well-furnished wallet.

"I await the pleasure of your visit, my dear Herman!"

Some minutes later, my sentimental lover was kissing me tenderly. I again had to listen to an interminable flow of tender, devoted words. Truly this courteous man would have been perfect for a young and sentimental young girl. However, that sort of thing was hardly in my line. I knew that after his poetical discourse the General would at last feel the need to handle my well-molded figure. I wished he would get on with it as soon as possible. That is why, while listening smilingly to his honeyed words, without appearing to do so, I maneuvered my dressing gown in order to show off my breasts at the same time I crossed my legs provokingly. The presence of my naked flesh had the hoped-for effect on the lyrical General.

He came nearer, and still carrying on his barrage of talk, stroked my tits. This got him going. Still smiling, I got up, and letting my gown fall to my feet, I offered him the whole works. Now he really got started. He took me in his arms, laying me tenderly down on the sofa.

He undressed, then joined me.

The proceedings were getting well under way.

With this customer there was nothing for it. I had to pretend to feel something, as I did not in the least thrill to his clumsy technique.

Legs apart, I had to help the General to achieve his end, while pretending to enjoy it.

Having reached his goal, he would pant, out of breath, as if he had climbed up the Empire State Building, wasting his energy whispering tender phrases:

"My dear love, my pretty doll. It is heaven to possess you! I adore you!"

And it went on and on. Instead of driving me crazy with his baby talk, he would have done better to have hurried up to reach his climax.

At last he came. In a very polite way, I let out a few sighs to make him happy.

This interlude over, I was in the bathroom when the bell rang again.

Who could it be? I hoped it was neither Karl nor Eric.

Its shrill sound continued to pierce the air. I got some clothes on, then went to open the door.

I stood rooted to the ground with terror when I saw on the doorstep a member of the dreaded Gestapo accompanied by two policemen.

"Miss Monique van P—?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Polizei!"

They came in.

"You are under arrest, but before going we are going to search this place."

I stayed open-mouthed, absolutely incapable of uttering a single word.

Suddenly they froze to attention.

General Herman von Brentano, standing stiffly in his bemedalled uniform, questioned them briefly:

"I heard everything. Why have you come here? Is it to arrest this young woman?"

"Yes Herr General."

"On whose authority?"

"General, I have a warrant for her arrest."

"But who made it out?"

"Obersturmfuhrer Reder of the SS."

"I am General H. von Brentano of the Paris High Command. This young lady is under my personal protection. Get out!"

"Herr General, I am afraid I have to carry out my orders. I only accept orders from my direct superior, Obersturmfuhrer Reder."

The General straightened up even more, then cuttingly replied:

"As a General of the Wehrmacht, I order you to clear out this instant!"

The SS hesitated. Obviously he was working out his next move. He was, of course, perfectly in his right, but on the other hand the General was a personal friend of the Military Governor. Cunningly, he got out of it.

"General, I did not know you were here. I shall have to go to see my superior. In the meantime, I will leave both my men here, so that the lady will not be able to leave before I come back."

The General, as a soldier, had to give a good example, so he could do nothing but agree.

With that the SS disappeared.

Herman drew me towards him and questioned me in a whisper:

"What have you done, Monique, to get the Gestapo after you?"

I explained briefly, naturally omitting the part about the cigarette and being fucked by Otto.

He smiled.

"All this seems rather trivial. I will get you out of it."

I felt very grateful to him. He made love clumsily, hardly better than a young virgin boy of 15. He got on my nerves with his sentimental slush, but he was a rare specimen of a delicate and devoted gentleman.

I kissed him languorously with thankfulness.

We were interrupted by the reappearance of the SS. This time there was also a newcomer, who rigidly presented himself:

"Obersturmfuhrer Reder, head of the Paris Gestapo."

"General H. von Brentano."

"General, I hear that you are opposed to our arresting this young woman?"

"You are quite right."

"I would like to believe that you don't know the real facts: your protégée helped a dangerous terrorist, Angela Colet, to escape."

"It is all a lie. She has told me the whole story; she only went to see her at the prison."

"Just so, and it was during this visit that she warned her that the train she was traveling in would be attacked by the underground."

"It's not true. You have not the slightest proof."

"We are certain of what we say. That is quite sufficient. General, despite all the respect due to your rank and your heroism, I must beg you not to interfere any more with my mission."

Then, turning towards the two policemen and pointing me out, the Obersturmfuhrer ordered:

"Arrest this woman!"

In a hard, biting voice, Herman cut in:

"Stop!"

Despite themselves, the two froze to immobility.

Very calm now, but sour-looking, Herman said to Reder:

"Just a moment."

Then he stalked over to the phone.

"This is a priority call, give me the Military Governor of Paris at once. I am General H. von Brentano."

There were a few moments of silence, which seemed an eternity, then I heard Herman explaining my case to the Governor. Then: "Ja, Your Excellency! Ja'wohl, Your Excellency. Viele Danke. Hochachtung, Your Excellency!"

Herman hung up, then addressed himself to Reder:

"By order of his Excellency the Governor, the warrant for this lady's arrest is canceled. Get out!"

Pale with anger, Reder answered coldly:

"I shall take up the matter with the Ober-sturmfuhrer Himmler in Berlin."

"And I shall go to Field Marshal Goering himself. Now salute and scamp!"

The four men clicked their boots, then disappeared angrily.

We were alone, and for the first time since I had known him I was sincere with Herman. I threw myself in his arms and kissed him. I put everything I had in that kiss, tenderness, respect and gratitude, and I felt in such comfort, my head resting against his large shoulder, that I would have liked to have stayed there forever and ever.