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Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 01

By: deliciousthoughts



A big thank you to the wonderful RamonaE for allowing me to borrow her idea. And grateful thanks to the fabulous Ella for adding so much value way beyond her editing skills. 

CHAPTER ONE: Alice is given a mission behind enemy lines

The office was well appointed, almost regal with its styling, and certainly better than many of the other merely functional rooms used by the usual senior senior ranks at the War Office. The smartly attired Head of MI6 sat on the leather Chesterfield sofa, opposite the beautiful young agent, providing her with details of the mission they were about to entrust her with.

The twenty-three year old Alice was fresh from University where she had been head hunted by the Agency's recruiters. They had spotted her potential some time before she graduated with a first in German. With her nubile body and long flowing blonde hair, she already could have been mistaken as Aryan herself. Nothing was further from the truth. Yes, her Aryan looks would certainly be an advantage behind enemy lines, but it was her hard work and intelligence that had gained her the respect of the men that recruited her. 

"As you know, Alice," the MI6 head was saying in that gruff tone of his, "A few weeks ago we lost contact with James Carruthers, one of our very best field agents. He was investigating a secret research centre somewhere in Baden-Württemberg. That's a state in the southwestern part of Germany, to the east of the Upper Rhine. The last information we had connected him and the research centre to the town of Freiburg."

He tapped the manila file on his knee, indicating that more detailed information would be available to her in the file.

"It would be the perfect location for the German's research work," he continued, pulling on both curled edges of his moustache. "Freiburg is bordered by the Black Forest Mountains, Rosskopf and Bromberg to the east, Schönberg and Tuniberg to the south, with the Kaiserstuhl hill region to the west. Penetrating that sort of terrain is notoriously difficult."

"What exactly was it he was investigating?" Alice asked, staring intently into his tired eyes. 

"That we don't know..."

Carruthers was aware of the facilities existence, but unsure as to its purpose.

"But preliminary reports from Carruthers indicated he believed the German's are developing something there that could change the course of the war."

Alice nodded solemnly. No wonder she'd been pulled into the War Office headquarters at such short notice. The implications of her mission were becoming clearer by the second. 

"Do you think he's still alive?" 

It was an awkward question, but one that had to be asked. She needed to know if she was being told everything. Upper intelligence had a habit of hanging back on certain parts of their Intel unless a direct question was asked by an operative.

"We just don't know," he replied after a short pause, then gave an almost imperceptible sigh. "But if the Gestapo have him then the chances are he would be better off that way."

Alice shivered at the mention of the German secret service. She understood exactly what a mission involving the Gestapo might involve. She was well aware exactly what they were capable of—some of her closest friends had perished or completely disappeared at their hands during past assignments and she wouldn't be going into this mission without a full understanding of the possible consequences. 

"Security in the area itself is strict ... German nationals only, in short, no easy way in. The woman in control of the area is one Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier. What we know about her is that she is one hell of a hard bitch that was personally placed there by Hitler himself."

Alice let out a low hiss under her breath. She'd heard of Bachmeier. The Obersturmfuhrer was an out and out dyke who was rumoured to have a huge sexual appetite, especially as far as attractive young girls were concerned. She shivered in her seat at the thought of possibly coming face to face with Herr Bachmeier.

"Do you want me to try and find Carruthers?" she asked. "And get him out of there if I do?"

The Colonel hesitated before answering but his silence was enough. Carruthers was expendable. 

What was of more importance was that Alice picked up where he had left off and found out exactly what this research facility was looking into and the possible consequences of their research.

"I want you to take his place," The Head said, pulling on his moustache again as he confirmed exactly what Alice had suspected. "The mission remains the same. Find out what the bastards are up to. The outcome of the war could depend on it. If you happen to find Carruthers and can rescue him, then all the better. But nothing must compromise this mission. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," she answered. Crystal clear.

"Good. You leave this evening."

THAT NIGHT

The Westland Lysander was a British army co-operation and liaison aircraft with an exceptional short-field performance that aided clandestine missions such as this. Its ability to place or recover agents behind enemy lines was unparalleled.

It dropped Alice in the open countryside near La Bresse, a commune in the Vosges department in Lorraine in north-eastern France. Members of the resistance picked her up by truck and took her to the border, leaving her to negotiate the last few miles on foot.

Her papers showed her to be Eva Drescher, a refugee from Düsseldorf and her cover was that she was trying to find her boyfriend, who had told her he was relocating to the area just prior to her house being destroyed by Allied bombing raids. That was enough to justify her temporary lodging in a worker's hostel and the plan had worked a treat, with a bed being allocated to her with only a cursory check. 

The intelligence community had served her well with excellent forged papers that had proven impossible to tell apart from legitimate documents. 

She joined the queue for breakfast at six-thirty the next morning, taking her meagre fare—a small chunk of bread with a scrape of jam and a cup of ersatz coffee—to the end of a crowded trestle table, eager to pick up on any items of chatter that might prove useful. 

Her excellent German language skills and blonde locks made it very difficult to distinguish her from the locals. She had even worked with a dialect coach on joining MI6 to ensure nothing was left to chance.

Nothing of any real interest to her mission had been said by anyone around the table. A few men had tried to flirt with her a little. People spoke about the hardship of life and all the latest reports from the fronts. About fallen sons and missing family members.

She had almost finished the meal, such as it was, when three members of the Gestapo appeared, two men and a woman. It was a worrying development. There really was nothing of any concern to them here other than various refugees and people looking for work to help the war effort. Their eyes systematically took in each of the people seated the tables until eventually they approached the warden. 

Alice breathed a soft sigh of relief. She blended in perfectly here.

Yet the Warden immediately shattered her sense of cautious comfort by responding to a question by nodding in her direction. The female Gestapo member turned to look at her and then walked briskly to her table. The woman was tall, even without her heeled boots that clicked on the stone floors of the hostel, not unattractive, and the small scar under her right eye even added a little character to her face. Her golden-blonde hair peeked out from under her peaked cap and she also had that arrogant look on her face for which the official secret police of Germany were notorious. She knew she had power.

"Your name?" she barked, looking down on Alice.

"Eva Drescher."

"What are you doing here?" 

The question was short and to the point. This woman wasn't messing about.

Alice calmly gave her cover story, making sure she maintained eye contact to add sincerity to what she said.

"When did you arrive?" 

"Late yesterday."

"The name of this boyfriend you are looking for?"

The questions weren't stopping.

"Gunter Eichmann."

"You last saw him when?"

"A week ago. In Düsseldorf."

"Get your things and follow me." 

Alice felt her heart sink. There wasn't any obvious reason for the Gestapo to take her away—her papers were perfect and her cover story was almost flawless. Why would they even inspect the hostel? The first question had led them straight to her. That made no sense, no one knew of her mission outside of MI6 and the resistance group that had spirited her to the German border. 

Not unless ... there was a mole somewhere?

The woman towered over her and her two Gestapo companions stood nearby. Despite her unease, she didn't have much choice other than to comply with the order. Not without giving the game away entirely.

She calmly stood up, making sure she offered the right amount of deference to the three of them, and followed her out of the door. The woman led the way and the two male members followed behind her. They headed across town towards a police station that stood next to the multiple railway tracks and adjacent engine sheds. 

The two men stood outside the back of the building while the blonde took her through a back door and into a small room with a bed in the corner, a table in the centre and very little else.

Alice had just glanced around the room, quickly memorising everything she felt could prove useful if she needed to escape, when she felt a sting in her neck. Her legs felt weak, her head grew fuzzy and her body slumping back into the blonde officer's waiting arms. 

Blackness instantly followed.

LATER THAT DAY

The guard flicked on his monitor, watching as it burst into life and revealed the unconscious female, centre screen. The naked woman was as good looking as any of those previously brought to the facility, possibly even more so. And she had a fabulous body. Toned yet curvy. He was going to enjoy watching this one.

She lay on her back, her long blonde hair fanned out around her face. The nipples on her pear-shaped tits were already erect and, curiously, she was shaved between her legs. He had never seen a woman like that before. He could actually see her labia, already glistening and slightly parted from where she'd been subconsciously rubbing it. 

Her breathing was heavy from the drugs, causing her chest to rise and fall rhythmically. It was almost a hypnotic sight on its own.

Each cell at the complex was laid out in exactly the same way. All were brightly lit, but there were no windows, and the door had no handle on the inside. It was important to ensure that the prisoners knew they had no hope of escape. To further add to the caged feel, the walls were painted an industrial two-tone gray. 

There were two small beds, one at each side of the cell, and the hidden camera in the ceiling operated whenever there was movement.

The woman's toned legs slid against each other, but her eyes remained closed as she lay there. She had remained deep in the same dream like unconscious state since her arrival at the facility. 

The sedative was still working in her system. So was the combination of other drugs that, together, were known as GG1. No one except the most Senior Officers understood exactly what the initials stood for, or the full effects, other than it had intense aphrodisiacal qualities. The trials were nearly over and the guard had been proudly told that the new drug would win them the war. After watching the effects on the guinea pig captives at the facility, he didn't doubt it.

As he watched, the barely noticeable man curled up on the other bed suddenly pushed himself to his feet and started to edge, slowly and almost uneasily, across the room towards the female. He was in his late forties, tall and slender, and his receding hair had been shaved when he was captured. The guard hoped they didn't shave the female. He loved women with long, blonde hair. 

He smiled as the man stood next to the woman. How ironic. One British secret agent prisoner lusting after the other...

As he stood over her, the woman moaned and her hips squirmed in her sleep. The guard grinned. She would be dreaming—hard, intense and deeply realistic sexual dreams. The drug never gave them any relief, even when they were asleep. If anything, it was even more powerful then when they were awake, infiltrating the sub-conscious mind without any fear of resistance. 

Not that it mattered. Resistance was futile.

In the bright light of the cell, the man's erect penis stood out straight and hard. He couldn't stop himself from wrapping his hand around it as he stood watching the woman squirm on the bed, even if she was completely unaware of his presence watching her. 

The fingers of his other hand reached out to touch her blonde hair, picking up a couple of long strands and then letting them flutter back down around her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful. 

The man moved his hand closer now, using his fingers to trace soft almost tender lines across the woman's face—her cheek, her lips—and even that simple action seemed to excite him. The hand on his cock began to move a little faster as he slid his index finger into her mouth. She made no resistance—how could she?—her lips parting as if they had been waiting for that finger to come.

She had pink, pouting lips, the guard observed—glossy lips that seemed to part like they had been stung by a bee. Suckable lips, he called them. Unknown to his superiors, he'd had his way with every single female under his watch. It was just a simple case of turning off the cameras whilst he visited them in the dream laden sleep. 

It would be no different with this woman, despite the fact that his superiors clearly considered her to be of great importance. 

When the prisoner began to fuck her mouth with his finger, the guard fished his cock out of his black pants and started to masturbate. The man began to masturbate too, jerking his cock with his other hand while he blatantly pushed his finger back and forward between the woman's lips. What was she dreaming? That it was a cock? Her pouting lips willing closed around his finger and she was sucking eagerly. 

In the male prisoner's mind, the guard knew it wasn't his finger the woman was sucking. His eyes were closed as he jerked on his cock, and for a moment the guard thought he was going to try and force his thick shaft into her mouth. She wouldn't have known.

Instead, he began to pant harder, grit his teeth, close his eyes ... and then he was spurting across the woman's tits.

The guard reached his climax, too, except that he was firing his seed into one of the thick tissues he kept by his desk.

The box was half empty.

EARLY EVENING

Alice moaned in her enforced sleep and rolled onto her back. Her head was drowsy and her heavy and clumsy hands rose up to her breasts. She wasn't fully awake, not even half-awake. Her mind was still swathed in the excesses of her sexual dreams. 

She gave a soft purr as she used the fingers of one hand to caress the creamy deposit into her skin, not that she knew what she was doing. The other worked from her stomach, tracing slowly down until it began to tease between her thighs. She was lost in her recurring dream, one that she had never had previously and yet suddenly seemed to repeating over and over inside her head. 

She was being fucked by a male member of the Gestapo, still in uniform, while a golden-blonde haired woman with a small scar under her right eye was sitting astride her face, rubbing her pussy across her lips. What was worse, Alice was aroused by the dream, despite the degrading way in which she was being treated. She was a strong-minded, independent young woman, and yet she felt completely submissive and obedient to both her lovers.

She began to stroke herself faster, harder, arching her hips with every caress until, with a final cry of pleasure, her fingers tightened in her clutching sex as a powerful orgasm washed through her. Realisation gradually began to return. That was how each of those dreams seemed to end. Despite the humiliation of being used in such a way, each climax seemed to grow in intensity.

The bright light made her blink as she slowly opened her eyes. She squinted as she glanced around the room, and then pushed up on the bed as her reflexes took over. Her left hand dug into the mattress, maintaining her balance until the wooziness in her head settled. Instinct told her she'd moved too quickly.

Her practiced gaze quickly took in everything she needed to know. The room was basic, very basic. No windows, no handle on the door, two-tone gray walls and a brighter-than-bright light. It was more like a cell but not like one she had ever been kept in before. The lack of windows suggested she could be underground. Wherever she was, the Nazi's didn't want this place being found any time soon. 

She was lying on a small bed to the left of the door. On the opposite side of the small room was another bed. She wasn't alone.

An older guy sat in the corner of his bed, his naked body slumped back against the wall. His head was shaved and he looked tired, weary—defeated? His knees were drawn up, and one arm rested casually across them, concealing his face except for his eyes. They looked sad, withdrawn, almost ... ashamed? 

But it wasn't just the look in his eyes that caught her attention. She could see his dick. It was fully erect.

For the first time she realised that she was naked too, and she adjusted her pose to cover as much of herself as she could.

"Who are you," she instantly asked, keeping her gaze on his. "Where are we?"

"Generally, somewhere in the Kaiserstuhl hills near Freiburg," he answered. His voice sounded soft and tired. "Aside from that, I can't really be sure but specifically, we're in a hidden Gestapo complex."

He moved around on his bed to face her full on, making no attempt to hide his penis. It bobbed infront of him. Despite herself, she felt an instant surge of heat between her thighs at the sight. What the fuck? As an agent, there wasn't much she hadn't seen or done. Why should the sight of a middle aged guy's dick instantly arouse her?

She momentarily looked away, embarrassed, and then glanced down at her own body. Her tits were caked with some sort of substance. It didn't need too much imagination to work out exactly what it was and she felt her mouth drop open in both surprise and shock before she stared at him again.

"It's mine," he apologised, holding his hands up.

Her lips curled in horror as she stared disbelievingly at him. And yet, what was even more horrific was the undeniable thrill that suddenly ran through her veins. Her hips shuffled a little as she sat. Something wasn't right here. She should have been outraged.

"I jerked off on you while you were sleeping."

His tone was weary and remarkably matter of fact.

"You did what," she snapped, biting down on her lower lip to hide her arousal.

This was so wrong. She should be appalled.

As he stood, his erection speared forward, rising from between his thighs like a mini tower. He made no effort to cover himself as he walked towards her. How could he? The cell was so sparse all he could have done was wrap a bed sheet around himself. She tried to pull her gaze away from his erection but it wasn't easy.

"It was the best I could do," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I didn't want to be fucking you when you woke up."

She sat back as he approached, aware that her breasts swayed with the movement. His eyes were drawn to them and she could feel her hard nipples begin to ache the way they did when she was aroused. Her breasts felt bigger too, almost as if they had swollen and grown. 



Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 01



She wasn't scared. But she was running. Trees whizzing passed her in this dense, military forest. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her stomach started to cramp. "This is it." She thought to herself. Her breath was spiking in time with her aching feet. 

This. Was. It.

This is what she had been training for and she was hell bent on proving herself. Bombs were exploding around her. She could hear the cries of the injured and violence in the distance, Commanders barking orders at their troops. If she gets captured, at least she knew in her heart she had stood up for what she believed in. She was proud to be the rebel she was. 

*** 

Kat had had a tough time in training. She was the only female rebel and so she had a lot to prove. Her commanders did not take it easy on her and informed her that she would have to keep up with the men if she wanted to survive. Initially when she approached the rebel group she was met with laughter. This angered her because she knew what an asset she could be. They eventually accepted her owing to the valuable information she possessed. She didn't expect special treatment because of her gender, nor did she receive it. This is how she liked it and she knew she was tougher than any man she had ever met. And she was. 

Although feminine, with a voluptuous build, she was fierce. 

During her training as a rebel, she had learned many things but mostly to take down an enemy double her size. Many of the men she had fought in training had laughed at her and patronized her. 

"Aw! What are you going to do, Little Bird? Bitch slap me to the ground?"

"Careful, you might break a nail, Darling!" 

"Oooh, a woman, I'm so scared I'm shaking!"

This gave her just the right amount of anger to drive her to get them on their asses before they even knew what hit them.

Of course there were times when she was the one on her ass. Or her face. Sometimes even on her pride. But over time, the men had almost forgotten she was a woman and respected her as one of them. 

She wasn't always a rebel though. In fact, she used to be rather the opposite. A patriot, if you will. She was even part of the opposing force a few years back until she found out information and secrets about the government and associated powers that be that led her down this rebellious path. In her mind, they were now all corrupt pigs with whom she wanted no association. They had to be stopped. 

And so here she was. Running. Not scared. Just running.

Her boots were hurting and her overly large green and brown uniform felt like it weighed a ton. She had been separated from the rest of her troop and was completely out of ammo. All she had on her was her trusty pocket knife. 

"This will have to do." She was ever optimistic. 

The ambush on one of the military bases had gone according to plan. Well, mostly according to plan. She was happy that the mission had been accomplished. 

However, the further she ran, the more she knew she was lost. She knew this was still military territory and so she had to keep going. 

She could no longer hear the sound of violence. Just quiet. Almost too quiet, something she was not used to but missed dearly.

Sweat was dripping down her spine and her chest. Her feet subconsciously started to drag on the leafy floor. She slowed down to a jog and after some time she was walking. 

It was getting dark now and she knew she would have to stop before she faints or lands up walking into a trap in the dark. This whole area was riddled with traps that she had been carefully avoiding. It was easy for her to do this in the day light. 

She stumbled around and leaned herself against a tree for support. She was going to collapse. She fell to her feet, closed her eyes and drifted away. 

***

"ON YOUR FEET, NOW!" Kat woke with a fright, dazed and confused and not knowing where she was until she looked up and saw the barrel of a gun pointing straight at her. Fuck, she'd been caught.

She slowly stood up and lifted her hands where this soldier could see them. 

He was tall, much taller than her and he was only half in uniform, wearing a grey t-shirt and the camouflaged cap and pants. And he was alone. 

"This is weird" she thought "But this should be easy". 

She could see by this soldier's posture that he was not going to shoot her. He would not have it in him. 

This was another thing her training had taught her to do: to read people. 

His stance indicated that he was anxious. "Amateur" she thought. 

"Who are you and who do you work for?" the soldier asked. 

She kept her cap low so he could not see her face and was silently scanning her environment for tactical purposes. 

The soldier was getting impatient and he moved closer to her. 

"I'll ask you again, who do you work for?" his face reddened and she sensed the aggression in his voice. 

Within a second she was able to grab the gun from his outstretched hand and aimed it towards him, cocking it as a warning. 

She didn't want to shoot this guy. She noticed he was young, almost as young as she was. "Very young actually", she thought. She wasn't a killer but if he forced her hand...

She also noticed he was handsome. "Very handsome actually".

He had a buzz cut, naturally, a strong jawline with some stubble starting to sprout, piercing green eyes and a strong, muscular build. But he had kindness in his eyes. Killing him would go against everything she now stood for. 

"Still", she thought, "Brains over brawn." 

She aimed the gun at him in a confident manner. She just wanted him to leave so she could find her way back to her base and now she was getting irritated that he was wasting her time. The soldier looked surprised but unafraid. She was impressed by his bravery. 

Not taking her eyes off him, Kat dissembled the gun, dropping all the pieces to the ground as she did. 

"I don't have time for this." She said in the deepest voice she could pass and started to walk away with her back turned to him. 

As she had predicted, the soldier came running towards her in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. She had out-maneuvered him and landed up pinning him to the ground. They battled it out for a few moments and she realized her body was exhausted. She was feeling slow and something wasn't right. By now they were back on their feet and she started to regret losing the gun. She reached for her trusty pocket knife: also gone. "Where the fuck..?" she whispered. 

She took a look at her opponent, trying to assess the damage.

She had definitely got in a few great shots as the soldier's nose was bleeding and he winced every time she made her move but he was also getting in some decent shots, especially to her abdominal area. Every time he hit her she thought she would vomit. She could taste blood in her mouth and the earth began to feel like it was moving beneath her feet. She couldn't remember the last time she slept in a bed or the last meal or sip of water she had. She needed water. The soldier looked at her with triumph as she collapsed to the ground with a thud. 

He wiped his face with the back of his hand and approached her as if he was the hunter and Kat, his prey. 

"Tell me now, who do you work for?" he hovered over her. She didn't like this. She felt vulnerable and sick, like she was going to throw up. 

The soldier had a new-found confidence after wrangling this rebel to the ground. 

Kat would rather die than give away any information. 

This soldier wanted to get a better look at his fading opponent and so he slowly removed the cap off of her head, freeing her long, thick, wavy, brunette hair and exposing her feminine yet dirty face. 

"Oh fuck! What have I done?" This was the last thing Kat heard before she blacked out completely. 

Kat woke up in a strange room, her limbs aching and her head spinning. She was in a bed in what looked like an army base built for one. She was still in her dirty clothes but there was a glass of water on the wooden table next to her. She grabbed the water and gulped it down, not nearly quenching her parched throat. But where was she? How long was she out for? What happened to that soldier? 

The room was small, just containing the bed, wooden table and a small cupboard. The walls were white and clinical but she definitely wasn't in prison but still, it gave her the creeps. She got out of bed and made her way out the door to find a tiny bathroom adjacent to a tiny kitchen. The door in the kitchen was the way to the outside world. 

The soldier was nowhere to be found and she took this opportunity to refuel. There wasn't much in the fridge besides pickles, eggs and bread. 

She guzzled down the food and drank so much water that she landed up feeling even more ill than she did when she was dehydrated and starving. She reflected upon her mission: how many hours she had to lie still, how many days she had to stay awake for, how she severely underestimated the amount of rations and sustenance she would require. The mission took much longer than she had anticipated, but at least she did what she had set out to do. In her mind, what happened to her now was insignificant. 

"Good morning..." she heard a voice behind her, awakening her from her daydream. She turned around to see the soldier standing in the doorway. Fuck. What did he want with her? Why didn't he just kill her when he had the chance? Did he save her so he can torture information out of her? 

He had obviously been working out or something, because he was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt and he was sweating profusely, something that made her insides twitch. 

She didn't move nor did she say anything. 

"Please, help yourself" he said sardonically, noticing the pickles and eggs she was devouring. 

After a few moments of staring at each other, Kat was able to blurt out an almost inaudible "What do you want?" 

After staring at her for a while he replied "I don't know..." 

"Then why did you bring me here? Where am I anyway? How long was I out for?" she was so confused and just wanted answers. 

"I brought you here because you would have died out there if I left you. You are currently in my kitchen and you were out for about 26 hours, give or take." He replied matter-of-factly. 

"Does anyone else know I'm here? Why do you live here?" she asked. 

"I live here because it's my job. I guard the outer fences of this particular military facility. Nobody else knows you are here... if they did you and I would probably both be hanging from our toes." 

"Oh" was all she could whisper out. She didn't appreciate his smirk.

Fuck, she thought. She had made it right to the fence and then gave up and now she is stuck here with this guy. 

"May I enquire your name?" he asked her with apprehension 

Kat kept quiet. She wasn't going to give him any information that she didn't want to. 

"Ok then. Well my name is Jake. Can I get you anything?" 

What is he playing at? She was so confused. Just hours ago they were beating the shit out of each other and now he's acting like they are friends. 

Maybe in some alternate universe Kat could see herself and Jake being friends; after all they were roughly the same age. But this wasn't an alternate universe.

"I just need to get out of here." Kat whispered. This was the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in. She would rather have him tie her up and torture her than have to listen to his smart-ass sarcasm. 

"I'm sorry... but I can't just let you walk out of here. Not after what I know you did. But I can't turn you in either. You are just going to have to stay here until I figure out what to do with you." Jake replied. 

"Why?" she looked at him skeptically. 

"Why what?"

"Why don't you just turn me in? It will make our lives so much easier. Besides, we are bound to get caught and I know a few people who are out there looking for me. If they find you, you are a dead man. So just let me go." She reasoned. She knew the rest of her troop would be looking for her, and unfortunately for Jake, they would not be as forgiving as she was. 

"I can't turn you in because I know what they will do to you. I think it would be a crime to destroy such a beautiful creature." 

Kat blushed and turned away from him. She was so used to being "one of the guys" that when he said she was beautiful, she felt her inner goddess awaken from what felt like a life-long slumber. But Kat was beautiful; after all, she just didn't see it. 

But she immediately squashed this feeling down. She came here to do one thing and get the fuck out. She would have to wait for the opportune moment to make her move and run out of there as fast as she could. She was in no physical condition to do this as yet and so her plans would have to wait. 

Kat was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice that Jake was standing right behind her. She could feel his sweet, warm breath on the back of her neck and this gave her shivers down her spine. She could smell his sweat which once again made her insides squirm. 

"Seriously though, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. There is something about you... I can't believe I almost destroyed you. Please forgive me?"

"You're apologizing?" she whispered.

He laughed. He knew he obviously sounded crazy. 

Jake looked down at Kat's arms. She seemed to have bruises and cuts, rather bad ones in fact, something he hadn't noticed before and neither had she. They both wondered what the rest of her body must look like. 

"If you want to freshen up you are more than welcome to take a shower and borrow some clean clothes" he offered.

She might as well, right? 

She turned around and his green eyes were staring straight through hers. She felt vulnerable again and she didn't like it. He was standing a little too close for comfort. 

She could feel the heat radiating off of his tan skin and she had an urge to reach out and touch his strong, muscular chest. She stopped herself. She couldn't do this. 

"Thanks" she said with a weak smile and pushed past him, heading for the bathroom. 

As she walked away Jake grabbed her by the arm, spun her around and pulled her body right up against his, pinning her arm behind her back. 

Kat's heart was racing and her breath had halted. 

His mouth then came down on hers and he kissed her with so much passion, her knees went weak. Had he not been holding her up she would have fallen to the ground. 

But she didn't kiss him back. She didn't want to do this and something was telling her that this was a bad idea. 

She started to push him away but he just tightened his grip on her. 

She pulled away from his kiss, "Please, you are hurting me." 

His tight grip on her arm was pressing on one of her black bruises. He loosened his grip but did not let her go completely. 

"Kiss me back." He commanded and pressed his lips against hers once more. 

She opened her mouth and let his tongue explore hers for a while. But she wasn't exactly kissing him back. 

He started to tighten his grip on her arm and she took this as a warning. She started kissing him back and found herself getting lost in his expert mouth. His tongue teasing hers, his breath so sweet and delicious. He started to loosen his grip.

His hands moved from her arm and travelled to her hips, her waist, her neck. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her even deeper into the kiss. 

Kat let out an uncontrollable, deep moan. 

"Mmmmmm..."

Places she hadn't thought about in months were starting to come back to life. 

Jake ran his hands down her neck, and caressed her voluptuous breasts through the material of her shirt. 

He slowly slid his hands under her shirt, passed her bra and found one of her hard, pink nipples. He started pulling and squeezing it but this was a bit too sudden for Kat. 

"Please, let's just slow down for a bit. At least let me shower first." She begged. 

Jake looked at Kat and with a naughty smile said "Good idea."

Jake grabbed Kat by the hand and led her to the bathroom. 

"Arms up!" He commanded.

Kat lifted her arms up and Jake removed her baggy shirt. 

What he saw disturbed him. Kat had so many bruises and he knew some of them were from him. He felt a slight pang in his heart and slowly started to kiss each bruise, willing them to disappear. 

Kat was slightly taken aback by his gentleness and was reluctantly starting to enjoy his touch on her aching skin. 

Besides the bruising, her body was beautiful; soft, curvy and feminine. Her skin was milky white and she had a few freckles here and there.

When Jake had successfully kissed and caressed every bruise on her skin, his hands moved up to remove her bra, freeing her large, round breasts. 

"Wow. You are magnificent." He praised and started gently massaging her breasts with his large, strong hands. Jolts of pleasure shot through Kat's body and she could feel the muscles in her pussy start to relax. She was getting wet for him. 

His fingers moved to her nipples and he pulled and twisted them, getting harder each time as he did. 

"Ouch!" Kat yelped. He had pulled a bit too hard. 

"Shh Baby, just relax." He said as he hovered his mouth over her hardening nipple. 

She could feel his warm breath on her nipple, causing it to pucker even more. 

Jake then sucked the nipple into his mouth, teasing and caressing it with his tongue, occasionally giving it a gentle nibble with his teeth. 

"Mmmmm..." Kat couldn't help but moan, losing herself in his talented mouth. 

He alternated between sucking each nipple and playing with the other in his fingers. Squeezing it, pulling it, making her moan. 

Kat had given up all resistance. She knew where he was going with this. 

Jake pulled away from her and she felt slightly disappointed. 

He lifted his arms above his head, motioning for her to remove his shirt the way he had done to her. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to lift it up, needing a bit of his help to get it over his head as she was too short to reach. 

"Whoa", she thought "The army has done him well." 

He had a strong chest, defined and broad. She had that same urge to reach out and touch it. 

His stomach and arms were toned and strong, much stronger than she was. 

She realized she must have been gawking at him as he gave her a wicked, naughty grin when their eyes met. 

"Baby", he looked at her seriously, "Are you wet for me?" 

Kat couldn't move. She couldn't breathe either. What a bizarre situation this was. 

She knew the kind of man she was dealing with; the kind that wouldn't ask questions that he didn't already know the answer to. Still, she remained quiet and motionless while his hands began caressing her sides. 

"Jesus woman, breathe!" Jake exclaimed. 

Kat sucked in a deep breath into her lungs, unaware that she had been holding her breath for a while. 

Jake leaned into the shower and turned the warm water on. This sound was comforting to her and she really was in need of a decent shower. 

His hands dropped down to undo her trousers, his eyes never leaving hers. 

He tucked his thumbs into her pants and slowly pulled them down, caressing her soft, silky legs as he did so. 

Jake motioned for Kat to step out of her pants and reluctantly she did. As aroused as she was, Kat couldn't help but be apprehensive about the situation. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. 

Kat was so self-conscious about her body that she unknowingly had folded her arms over her chest, trying to hide as much of herself as possible, all the while looking down at the floor, embarrassed. 

"Hey. Look at me", he commanded, "You are so beautiful. Please just try and enjoy this, you have nothing to be ashamed of." 

Jake once again took Kat's head in his hands and kissed her passionately. Her heart was racing and this time, she didn't have to be told to kiss him back. 




Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 01



But this time his kiss was rough, demanding, needy. 

He grabbed her hips and started backing her up until she was pinned against the wall. 

His mouth moved to her neck once again, but this time he was sucking and biting her sensitive skin, sending her into a state of ecstasy. 

He took both of her arms in one hand and pinned them against the wall, above her head, forcing Kat to push her breasts out towards him. 

He roughly massaged each breast, paying careful attention to her nipples. 

Kat was panting now and she knew she was so close to an orgasm. Although he hadn't even touched her pussy yet, she could feel her dripping wet pussy walls contract rhythmically in time with his expert fingers, teasing and torturing each nipple. 

Her hips started to buck towards him and she could feel his giant erection through his pants, which turned her on even more. 

"Not yet, Baby." He whispered into her ear, his breath sending chills all over her hypersensitive body. 

He backed away from her to take off the rest of his clothing, freeing his huge cock. 

Kat marveled at his body. He looked like he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. 

His cock was about 8 inches long, and thicker than any cock she had ever seen. 

A drop of pre-cum was leaking from the tip of his cock and to both of their surprise, Kat dropped to her knees and slipped the tip of his rock hard cock into her mouth. 

Jake let out a deep moan, encouraging Kat to continue. 

Not that Kat had done this many times before in her life but she knew the basics. 

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, coating him with her wet mouth, keeping up a constant, gentle sucking motion. He tasted so good to her, she could do this forever. 

After a few moments of teasing his cock, Kat took him deeper into her mouth until his cock was pressed against the back of her throat. Kat knew this was as deep as she could take it. The sound of Kat slurping and almost gagging on his cock turned him on even more.

"Ah, fuck, that feels so good." Jake growled and she kept up her sucking and swirling motions until her jaw was aching. His cock left her mouth with a popping sound and she used the back of her hand to wipe away the spit and pre-cum surrounding her mouth. 

Without warning, Jake picked Kat up off the floor, stood her up and swiftly removed her white thong, (something he had been wanting to do for what felt like forever) to reveal her shaven, dripping wet slit. 

It was his turn. Jake took Kat by the hand and pulled her into the shower, once again pushing her against the wall. But this time, he was the one on his knees. Kat turned away in a panic. As much as she wanted him, he remembered her saying "at least let me shower first." He didn't know how long she hadn't showered for, and frankly he didn't care because to him, she smelt amazing. 

"Calm, Baby", he reassured her. He got off of his knees and grabbed the soap, lathering it in his hands as he did. Kat's eyes widened in anticipation. 

Jake pulled her into the warm stream of water which caressed her skin soothingly, her long brown hair now wet and hanging in her face. She looked so delicious with delicate droplets of water cascading down her luscious curves.

He needed her so badly, he just wanted to do the basics and she can do the rest herself after he had had her. He moved his soapy hands to her pussy and started to rub. Even though the water had wet her pussy, he could feel how wet her own pussy juices had made her. He gently cleaned her pussy, paying attention to her swollen clit and her hole. He didn't know if he should chance it and move to her asshole, which was incredibly tempting, but he thought he would save that for another day. After all, he intended on keeping her around for a while. 

Kat squirmed every time he touched her clit and teased her hole and was practically thrusting herself onto his hand. 

He removed his hand, washed off the soap and got back down on his knees to open her pussy up to the warm stream of water that she welcomed over her clit and around the entrance of her hole. 

NOW it was his turn. 

Jake held her pussy lips open, forcing her swollen, sensitive clit to protrude from its hood and wrapped his lips around it. He started to suck her and used the tip of his tongue to trace tantalizing, torturous circles around her juicy, little clit. 

Kat's hips were bucking and she was moaning in pure pleasure. She could feel the orgasm that he had denied her resurfacing. 

"Don't. Fucking. Stop!" She panted. 

Not if his life depended on it, he thought. 

He moved one of his fingers up to the entrance of her dripping, quivering cunt and slowly teased her, only giving her a centimeter at a time of his thick finger, never taking his mouth off of her clit. 

"Ah fuck, I'm going to come. Make me come, Jake!" 

He didn't really want her to come at that moment, because he had hoped he would at least get to finger fuck her properly before she came. But he couldn't deny her two orgasms in a row, so he sucked her harder and finger fucked her while he could, pressing hard against that delicious spot on the front wall of her pussy, that he knew would drive her over the edge. 

And it did just that. Waves of pleasure shook Kat's body as she started screaming out of pure pleasure and absolute ecstasy as her pussy came all over Jake's finger and mouth. 

Kat's cunt was quivering and her breath was shallow as she came down from her orgasm. Jake knew her clit would be too sensitive to even touch so he stopped sucking her but continued to finger fuck her pussy, milking her orgasm out for as long as she could stand it. 

Jake stood up off the floor of the shower and looked at Kat's trembling body. The droplets of water looked like delicate crystals gliding down her milky white skin. Her nipples were hard and swollen, her cheeks actually having some colour for the first time. 

"My God, you are beautiful." He praised. 

Kat had barely recovered when Jake took her by the waist and pulled her body up against his, his now aching cock pressing up against her stomach. 

His lips found hers and he kissed her in that way that made her knees go weak. 

In one swift motion, Jake turned Kat around to have her back up against him, pinning her front to the wall in front of her, the cold tiles making her nipples grow even harder. 

He could not wait any longer. He had to be inside of her. 

He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy. It took all the self-control that he possessed to slow down and ask her if he needs to worry about a condom. She shook her head in reassurance that she had it under control. That's all he needed to hear. 

He spread her gorgeous ass cheeks open, to take a better look at her beautiful pussy and asshole and rammed his cock straight into her dripping cunt. 

Kat let out a loud grunt as his fat cock was stretching her pussy. 

"Fuck you are so tight it actually hurts" he grunted.

Jake stilled his cock inside of her, allowing her pussy to get used to accommodating his size and width before he pounded her. 

"Move as you want to." He instructed. 

After a few moments of remaining motionless, Kat started to pull away and then push back onto the hard cock penetrating her tight, little hole. 

Jake grabbed hold of her curvy hips and started to move as she did until eventually he was pounding away at her pussy.

The pleasure was too much for Kat and she felt her second orgasm approaching. 

Jake pulled Kat away from the wall and moved so that she was standing directly under the warm water. 

He took this opportunity to move his hand around to play with one of her nipples as he violently fucked her pussy. 

The sensation from having her nipples being chilled by the cold wall to being warmed by the water made her want to explode right there and then. 

Kat was moaning and grunting in a different way than she had before. Jake could feel her pussy walls trying to milk his cock and his orgasm was also approaching. 

He moved his other hand around and started to pinch her clit. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck! Fuck me harder! I'm going to come!" She yelled out in pleasure

Jake increased the pace at which he rammed his cock into her needy pussy and pinched her nipple and clit as hard as he could.

Kat pulled away from Jake's cock and streams of her come shot out of her pussy, coating the now throbbing cock. Kat was screaming again but this time was a more guttural scream, like she couldn't control herself, even if she wanted to. Her whole body was convulsing and her eyes were unfocussed and blurred. 

The sight of Kat in this sheer ecstasy was enough to send Jake over the edge. He grabbed Kat by the hair, pulled her down to her knees and positioned his cock at the entrance of her open mouth. Naturally, she opened her mouth and began sucking his slippery, hard cock like she had done before. The thought that this cock was just inside her pussy turned her on more than it should and she could taste her own come that had coated him. 

Jake started to take control and began fucking her mouth like he had just fucked her pussy, her warm, wet mouth and tongue licking and sucking all the right places.

"Hmmm fuck yes." He grunted and groaned. After a few moments of him fucking her mouth, he unloaded into Kat's throat which she swallowed immediately. 

She loved the taste of his juicy come. 

He slipped his cock out of her mouth and she let some of his come run over her lips and down her chin. 

The sight of her like this turned him on so much that he was almost ready for round 2.

After they had both come back down from their orgasms, Jake hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. Round 2 would just have to wait. Kat sat on the shower floor with the water still beating down on her, his come now running down her neck and ample breasts. 

Jake was just about to leave when he turned around to look at Kat. 

"Maybe when you're done, you can tell me your name?"



Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 01



That wasn't possible...

He stopped a pace away and offered his hand.

"I'm James Carruthers," he said, "Her Majesty's Secret Service. From what you've been mumbling in your sleep, I gather your name is Alice and we're in a similar line of work. Regrettably, it seems you've followed me into the same trap."

She leaned forward on the bed and took his outstretched hand. It was a weirdly surreal moment, two naked agents—one with a huge hard-on and the other with his cum on her tits—shaking hands in what was a very British manner.

As his gaze covered her body, she was suddenly self-conscious with her own nudity and sat back, covering herself as best she could with her hands. This man was at least double her age and the look in his eyes suggested he wanted to fuck her there and then. He'd already confessed to cumming on her tits. What else had he done while she was sleeping?

"What exactly is happening?" she asked, staring at him warily. 

The look he gave her was full of resignation.

"I can best answer by asking you one question. Tell me, how do you feel right now?"

"How do I feel?"

It was a strange question, but one that made Alice focus her mind. She suddenly realised that, if she was truthful, she felt like she could lie back on the bed, spread her legs, and let him take what he wanted.Her eyes found his dick again and she wondered how he would react if she sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth. 

Fuck! What was the matter with her? Horny dreams and horny thoughts! Something was terribly wrong. 

She tried to concentrate on her last recollections. It was being taken into the room by the blonde Gestapo Officer, looking around her, and then feeling a sting in her neck. After that there was nothing, just those weird sexual dreams that seemed to constantly recur in her mind. 

It was so hard to concentrate, given the constant fog that surrounded her brain. The more she let it take control, the more it seemed to ask from her. And the more sexual her thoughts became. Thinking rationally was proving difficult, and recalling anything since her capture was even harder still. There was only one explanation.

"I've been drugged," she said, staring into Carruthers' eyes.

He nodded slowly and then his gaze dropped down between her thighs. She was suddenly horrified to realise her hand was on her sex, gently stroking herself with her fingers. 

"It's starting to take effect," he simply said.

Alice pulled her hand away, but immediately wanted to touch herself again. That same fuzziness was descending around her mind, making it difficult to concentrate. She just felt hot, sexy... like nothing else mattered. She was hornier than she'd ever been in her life, than she could ever have thought possible.

Her hand dropped between her thighs again, as if she was covering herself from his gaze, but in reality she needed to feel some contact on her sex. God, was she really that wet?

"We're guinea pigs," Carruthers explained, reaching for his dick. He began to stroke himself in front of her. "You, me, and the rest of the prisoners they have here. The Gestapo had developed an aphrodisiac so powerful that it conditions everything we do. Look at us..."

Alice licked her lips as she watched him jerk himself in front of her. All of a sudden, her fingers were stroking herself, too.

"They plan to release it on all their enemies," he told her. "It's hard to fight a war when all you want to do is fuck."

She shook her head and desperately pulled her hand away. Fuck, she could scream from the sexual frustration building up inside her.

"That's ridiculous..." she snapped, trying to clear her mind. 

Think of something else, anything to calm the way she was feeling.

"It's the stuff that comic books are made of and it doesn't even make sense. Anything like that will only have a limited effect, for one thing. And the thought of being so horny it affects rational decision making is just laughable."

Carruthers just gave a knowing smile.

"Believe me, it's possible. The feeling of intense arousal impairs our thought process. You want to think rationally but you can't. You just need satisfaction. Like you do right now. Like I do. It's a vicious circle, the more sex you have, the more you crave..."

Suddenly his voice had a hint of desperation about it.

"Do you think its easy explaining this to you after all I've been through during the last couple of weeks? When all I want to do is fuck your brains out right now? That's what this stuff does to us, Alice. It removes all rational thought and replaces it with a sexual need so strong it's impossible to resist. You can't resist. None of us can." 

Alice squeezed her thighs together as she listened to his impassioned plea. Despite the horrific implications, it was impossible to deny the feelings building up inside her. He was jerking himself in a slow easy rhythm now and it was impossible to draw her gaze away from his stroking hand. 

"Oh, God," she whispered to herself as she watched him. 

It would be so easy to lean forward and take him in her mouth... 

"At first I doubted it, too," he conceded. "Then I just couldn't keep my hands off the first girl they put me with. And she was all over me, too. When we had a rare break from the sex, she explained what they'd done to us. She'd been here for months, she said."

Alice stared at his throbbing penis again and tried to fight back the growing need to inside her. Her breasts felt even more swollen than before and her pert nipples were fully extended, as hard as diamonds, pointing up towards the ceiling. Her hand returned between her thighs again, almost of its own accord.

"See?" she heard him say, somewhere through the haze of pleasure that was surrounding her. "There's no point in fighting it. Just let go..."

She closed her eyes and let out a throaty groan as she ran a finger along her labia. There's no point in fighting it, he'd said. And yet she had to. This couldn't happen. She wasn't this weak and yet it took an almost superhuman like effort to suddenly drag her hand away. 

"NO!"

The word tore from her throat. She wouldn't allow this thing to beat her. Use her training. Use the techniques she had been taught. She was a top British agent, dammit!

Jumping up from the bed, she tore her gaze away from his deliciously stiff cock, determined to get it out of her eyeline. She pushed past him and walked across to the door, trying to ignore the way the weight of her swaying breasts pulled at her shoulders and the friction caused by her thighs scraping together with each step. 

Concentrate, she snapped at herself. Concentrate!!

She ran her hand along the door's edge, attempting to occupy her thoughts with a way to escape. It was metal and the door fit tightly into the frame. There was no handle, hinge or lock mechanism on her side. She slid her fingers along it, searching for any irregularity. If there was a latch, perhaps there was some way to slip it...

"It's hopeless," she heard Carruthers say from behind her. "I've tried."

He sounded closer. Instinctively she tensed. When his hand found her shoulder, just the feeling of skin on skin made her gasp. His touch fired all the way through her body and down to her sex. She bit down on her lower lip and tried to control her breathing in the way she'd been taught. It made no difference. His fingertips were tracing a tight pattern along her flesh and she fell forward against the door, the palms of her hands finding the cold metal in an effort to hold herself upright. 

When his hands slid underneath her arms to cup her buoyant young tits, she nearly came there and then.

His fingers squeezed her flesh, pulled on her nipples, while his lips were on her neck, kissing her softly. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her ass. His knee was between her thighs, edging her legs further apart.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. "But we both need this."

"No," she gasped, trying to pull away, but his hold on her was too strong. 

She was a trained professional operative. She had killed men. She had learnt how to remain in control, how to stay unemotional even under the greatest duress. And yet ... here she was ... fighting to stay in control when every natural instinct was urging her to give in.

"No," she repeated, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "James, don't..."

He ignored her, his eyes wild with need as he rubbed himself along her labia. Damn, that felt so good. Her short breaths had turned into pants and she realised that if she struggled, the friction became even more intense.

"No, James," she shouted, yet even as she protested, she could feel herself succumbing.

With every twist of her body from side to side, as if trying to escape his clutches, the sensation of his hardness against her flesh was unbelievable. 

"Give in," he told her, kissing the back of her neck again. "There's no fighting it. I've tried—"

"Then try harder," she rasped, grabbing the hands that were covering her tits.

And yet, rather than trying to pull them away, she held them there, loving the feel of her nipples against his palms as his dick found her opening.

"That feels so good," he groaned, lining himself up.

Yes—fuck—it did. But that didn't make this any better. 

She knew it was the drug. That this was exactly what they wanted. The Gestapo. To make her submit. And yet, it just felt too good to resist. 

Part of her hated him for doing this to her, for being so weak that he couldn't resist. And the other part hated herself, too, for feeling this aroused, for not fighting him more than she was. But the urge inside her was just too strong. When he thrust forward, she was so wet that he pierced her in a single movement. 

"Oh God ... no ... you bastard..."

Her sudden orgasm was as violent as it was unexpected and the sound of her cry bounced around the walls of the otherwise silent cell. The climax was so intense that she just couldn't stop cumming and her fingernails scratched helplessly across the cold metal door.

Had she ever felt anything so carnal, so breathtaking in her life? The pleasure was exquisite, as if it was rewarding her for submitting. She was usually the sexual equal of any man or woman and yet it felt so wonderful to be sexually overpowered like this. 

"Stop, James..." she gasped, summoning up the last vestiges of resistance from somewhere. 

Her voice was almost begging, as if she now knew it would be impossible to resist alone. 

"Please... don't do this."

It was too late. His answer was to grab her neck and press the side of her face against the cold metal door. His other hand curled around her waist and pulled her asscheeks back into him so his dick was forced even deeper inside her. 

She gasped as she felt her internal muscles clench around it, keeping him prisoner inside her despite her rational wishes. Her body was betraying her, overruling her mind. When he began to thrust inside her, the fog was back in her mind. She couldn't think, didn't need to think. All that mattered was that pumping dick inside her.

His hand left her neck, ran down her stomach and lightly brushed her clit. Her body jerked. No longer in control, she began to moan. This wasn't her and him, she suddenly understood. The drug had control of them. They were its puppet and they couldn't stop even if they wanted to. With that realisation came the thought that it was okay to give in.

"Oh fuck, James, yes ... like that..."

She pumped back, hearing herself telling him how good that felt. Her voice echoed around the room, again and again, telling him all he needed to know. 

When he rubbed her clit again, the speed of her second orgasm surprised her, even if the intensity didn't. She had always been noisy when she climaxed but this time her screams were louder than ever. It felt as if her very brain was melting inside her head. Liquid white hot pleasure was coming from between her thighs. Everything feeling was intensifying and it was too good, much too good to fight. 

Her willpower broken, she began to buck back on him like a sex-crazed madwoman. Two orgasms weren't enough, nor were three. All she wanted was to feel that wonderful dick fucking her over and over again. She was a bitch in heat, her hips thrusting back against his own, flesh slapping on flesh, that big, stiff, wonderful cock all hers. 

Nothing else mattered right now, possibly ever. The fact this was forbidden, that he was an English agent like her, and that he was double her age only intensified the feelings throughout her. It was like a damn that had been broken as the water began to crash through.

"Come on, James," she rasped over her shoulder, saliva flying everywhere. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Come on ... fuck me..."

Carruthers didn't need to be told twice. His eyes were wild and his death grip on her hips threatened to draw blood. The speed of his forward thrusts made her cry out loud and she lifted up onto the balls of her feet to push her ass even higher. 

Dizzying waves of intense pleasure through her entire body were beginning to consume her. They were two rutting animals, driven on by a common need. For a moment he slowed his pace, as if getting a second wind, but Alice wouldn't let him, rotating herself in circles on that hard dick. She needed more, her hunger not even near sated.

"Don't hold out on me, James," she shouted, her voice reverberating around the cell. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Use me! Come on. Harder..."

She tightened her muscles around him and pumped back as hard as she could. The harder she thrust the better it felt. Remarkably, she realized that she wasn't just searching for another orgasm, she wanted his, too. Her need for his seed inside her was overwhelming. 

She felt so submissive, like she was there to provide his pleasure as her own drove her on. Was that what the drug did to you? Her head turned to look at him as he drove forward one final time. Her eyes were lidded with lust, blonde hair matted to her forehead.

"Cum on, you bastard, cum in me..."

Her words had the desired effect. His body stiffened, he gave a bestial roar, and then he was firing, coating her insides.

The sensation set her off again. Yet another orgasm ripped through her and she almost blacked out with the intensity. As his head burrowed into her shoulder and his cock jerked inside her, she rotated her hips to ensure she milked every single drop from him. 

She wanted it all...

Eventually, they stopped moving, other than the natural trembling of their bodies after the intensity of the fuck. Neither of them had any idea how long they stood there, panting hard as they recovered until, eventually, the orgasmic sensations slowly began to drain away.

Alice couldn't bring herself to look at him as she made her way back to her bed, his seed on her still soaked thighs. Her face was covered in perspiration and to her amazement she found she was still aroused. She turned her head to look at him again. He was laying on his own bed now, his hand slowly stroking his semi-erect dick.

With a growl, she turned around and swayed across towards him. Her whole body was still aching but she couldn't help herself. 

Carruthers' eyes widened as she approached, as if he knew exactly what was on her mind. She slapped his hand away from his penis as she leaned over him. His dick began to grow to full erection again as she took it between her lips. Such powers of recovery! Or was it the effect of the drug? She didn't care. She was going to suck him until he came in her mouth and then he'd better be capable of fucking her again...



Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 02



CHAPTER TWO: Alice temporarily gains the upper hand

THAT NIGHT

"Tell me again," Alice gasped as she slowly came back down to Earth, her voice ragged and panting.

They were both on Carruthers' bed, pretty much the same place ever since Alice had woken up. She hated herself, but the sight of his stiff cock in her hazy half awake eyes had proven too much. Even now, a few hours later, she was sitting on top of him, his cock still throbbing inside her, digging her fingernails into the sweat-dampened hair on his chest as they recovered from another round of frantic sex. 

He'd fucked her on three different occasions now.

Alice knew she was succumbing fast to the mind-numbing effect of the aphrodisiacal drug and was also aware that there was little she could do about it. Instead, she told herself she had to try and use the time between their couplings to understand more about their situation. 

Even that took a great deal of mental strength. With each passing orgasm, she could almost feel a piece of her will power peeling away each time. Whatever components were in the drug, it was incredibly powerful. If she didn't find a way out of this soon, she never would. 

"How do we get fed? The door has to open, right?" she asked, her voice still heavy with arousal.

Rather than answer, Carruthers reached up to cup her breasts. Alice felt her back arch in response, pushing her tits into his waiting hands as she moaned. His eyes were hazy as the drug consumed him. The poor bastard had been this way for weeks. What chance did he have? 

This was one of their best field agents and yet the drug had sapped all of the fight out of him. It was like his will was virtually nonexistent, that the drug had turned into a shell of a man, perpetually ready to fuck. It was proving harder to get his mind back each time.

The problem was that she'd be in the same state if she couldn't find a way out within the next forty-eight hours or so.

"The door has to open, right?" she rasped again, slapping him across his cheek.

"Yeah," he moaned, his tone non committal.

"How many men come in?" 

Carruthers gasped, his eyes looking up to meet hers as he tried to understand her question.

"How many men come in?" she repeated urgently, slapping him again. "To feed us. How many men?"

It temporarily had the desire affect. His eyes seemed to find focus as he stared up at her.

"To feed us?" his shaky voice repeated. "Two. But if they're moving people around there'll be three of them. They use a taser if you get out of line."

Alice sharply drew her breath at the news. The Gestapo weren't taking any chances. Nor had she really expected them too.

But she didn't have long to think. Carruthers had taken advantage of her temporary distraction to caress her tits again. The way he flicked her nipples with his thumbs was sending shock waves all the way down to her clit. She didn't want to, she had to figure this out, she told herself, but she could already feel herself grinding her hips down on his cock in response. God, it was getting so hard to keep focused.

"When do they drug us again?" she asked, trying to clear her mind.

"What do you mean?"

"The drug. When do we get a repeat dose?"

"We don't, he groaned in a mixture of arousal and grim recognition of their plight. "However they've done it, they've developed a drug that has a permanent effect."

Alice felt her stomach flutter at his words. Surely that couldn't be the case? No drug was surely that powerful to stay in the bloodstream forever? She wanted, needed, to think it through, but he was starting to pump up inside her. Oh God, that felt so good. 

She looked down at his unshaven face. He was gritting his teeth, maybe trying to stay with her thought process but already lost to the needs of his body. She decided to push any more thoughts to the back of her mind. That hard dick felt so good...

Bending her hips forward and leaning into him, she brushed her supple breasts across his face. His eyes opened instantly and he took one nipple and then the other inside his mouth one as she swayed her tits back and forward.

It was like pouring fuel on the fire. Suddenly Carruthers was biting down on a nipple as he jerked his dick up faster inside her. Alice gasped. All of a sudden it was difficult to breathe. The older agent was pile driving up inside her, his grip now on her hips, vice like. 

Her eyes rolled in pleasure as thousands of nerve endings were stimulated at once, the intense heat in her body driving her on. Her long, blonde hair bounced around her shoulders as she gave every ounce of energy she had. She began to pump down, jamming herself down on that wonderful thickness, meeting thrust for thrust as she let her mind go and lost control to the sensations rolling through her.

Both of them were grunting now, their echoing moans of pleasure bouncing around the small room. Perspiration from their bodies splattered across the bed. She was driving downwards, allowing his cock to burrow deeper and deeper into her sex, penetrating as far as it could possibly go. Caruthers pumped upwards with all the force of a pneumatic machine. It was wild, it was hard, and it was oh so good. 

When he detonated inside her, she came with him—even harder than she remembered before. The world seemed to stop, her mind exploding with a surge of the most extreme pleasure she had ever experienced. Was this what the drug did? It seemed that way. His climax always sparked yet another orgasm in her and hers got harder and harder.

She grabbed her tits as she came, groping them with her fingernails as she arched her body in ecstasy. They felt unbearably full and tender, almost bigger and swollen than normal, and she handled them roughly, crushing them and pinching her nipples. Her orgasm was almost continuous now, not stopping as she crashed from one peak of pleasure to another, consuming the whole of her being. So was his! 

It felt like he couldn't stop cumming either, and her body jerked deliciously as she gratefully accepted each further explosion. She had never felt this alive, this good.

Eventually, in what seemed a long time later, it was over...

Neither of them moved for a while, resting until the need overtook them again. Her oversensitive breasts ached against his chest, but she lacked the immediate strength to raise her upper body. The sex, the endless flow of orgasms had sapped the strength right out from her. 

Despite the voice in the back of her mind that told her she was definitely weakening, that her spirit was being broken, she was unable to move other than to lay her head on his chest, listening to the pounding sound of his heart. And yet, it was that thump-thump sound that helped her regain a semblance of her senses.

Use it, she told herself, use anything to help keep her alert. To stop this need consuming her. With a huge effort of will, she managed to raise the strength to pull herself off him, steadying herself as she stood, until her weakened legs allowed her to stumble across to the door.

There just had to be a way out.

LATER THAT NIGHT

The guard timed his entry into the cell with all the precision of a man who had done this many times before. He had learned from experience that late evening was the best. He was unlikely to be disturbed by other guards or officials, and the two prisoners would be resting from their day of constant fucking.

Not that fatigue played too significant a part as far as the drug was concerned. The scientific team had thought of that. Part of its aphrodisiacal qualities was that it imbued the participant with a high level of energy when they were in a state of arousal. It fogged their brain, yes, but also left each person highly energised and susceptible to any form of sexual excitement.

He'd cunningly slipped a powerful sedative into the male agent's drink when he'd taken them food earlier. That would make sure he'd sleep for a good couple of hours. Not that he was a threat anymore. His spirit had been broken by the drug—it always was after a short period. A week or more of constant fucking left the participant unable to think of anything but sex. 

But the woman was different ... she still had spirit, for the time being at least. She'd have for another couple of days, until it was squeezed out of her. He preferred the captive when they were in that state—still with enough rational thought to understand what was happening to them, but nevertheless completely unable to resist. 

This beautiful blonde had a more impressive body than some of the German army's best pin up girls, and much better than any of the other women he'd fucked here. This was going to be a night to remember.

Like the man in the cell with her, the blonde was lying out on her own bed. He was sleeping, he would be for some time. She was spread-eagled, her hand between her wide open thighs, gently caressing herself even as she rested. The two of them hadn't fucked since they'd eaten. That was good. Given the rough animalistic sex he enjoyed, she was going to need all her strength. 

She looked up, hazy and confused, as he entered the cell for the second time in an hour. He wore a Kevlar vest with a radio on his shoulders and a pistol on his belt. The radio had been switched off, of course. He didn't want any interruptions.

He momentarily paused inside the door of the cell, intently watching her reaction. When she gave a quick glance towards Carruthers, he knew that alarm bells would be going off in her head. Her cell mate was fast asleep. It was the first time her fellow prisoner had slept since she'd joined him in there.

When her eyes slowly widened, he knew that her brain had kicked into gear and she realised what he had in mind. She was smart, this one. He'd seen plenty of other women prisoners whose weren't anywhere near as alert. But she'd have one thing in common with them. Part of her would be horrified and disgusted while the other, stronger, part would be extremely aroused by his sudden appearance. 

The needs of their bodies always outweighed any other consideration. 

Part of her might also be thinking this was an opportunity to escape. That didn't worry him. Even an agent as well trained as this one wouldn't stand a chance against his bulk. Besides, within seconds of him getting his dick out, she would be entirely pre occupied with putting those bee stung lips of hers to use. 

After that, she wouldn't be able to think of anything other than his huge dick when he was fucking her.

Her eyes covered his bulky frame in his black uniform, taking in anything that might prove useful. She was definitely trying to resist the effects of the drug, he smiled to himself. A part of him hoped she would try to resist —the rougher the sex the better. 

He strutted across to the bed, unable to resist a lewd lick of his lips as his eyes took in her nakedness. She made no attempt to cover herself. That was another good sign. His cock was already growing in his grey uniform trousers. 

"Hello Fraulein," he greeted her, in his thick German accent. 

He bowed patronisingly with a smirk to himself. 

"It is unfortunate your companion has fallen asleep when you such a need inside you, ja?"

An arrogant smile settled on his face as his hands went to his belt. He pulled it open and then dragged down the zipper on his trousers. 

"Perhaps Scharführer Herman Vogler can be of assistance?"

The blonde watched, spellbound, as he tugged his boxers and trousers to his ankles in one motion, letting her see his monster. Women were always amazed at how big he was. And when they were in this sexual drug-induced trance, the sight was irresistible.

He ran a hand through his crew cut hair, feeling a vein throbbing on his bull-like neck as her gaze fixed on his semi-erect dick. When her tongue flicked invitingly across those suckable pink lips, he grew another couple of inches.

"Let me introduce you, Fraulein," he condescendingly drawled as he walked towards the bed, holding his erection out to her. "This is Herman's Stolz und Freude. And soon it will be yours, too."

He grinned to himself as she reached for his dick. Whatever might be going on in her head, she couldn't stop herself. He had her now. It was even easier than he thought. She just looked up at him, her pupils visibly dilating as she ran her tongue over her lips for a second time. The bitch was practically gagging for it. 

He placed one hand behind her neck, roughly pulling her face forward and holding her in place as she wrapped her fingers as far as she could around the base, lowered her head, and took him into her mouth. His cock grew between her lips and he moaned as he gathered a few strands of her golden blonde hair between his fingers. Sometimes the women went at him like a dog with a bone, but this one seemed to want to savour this. That was fine with him. They had plenty of time.

His other hand reached underneath her to purposefully cup her full breast. Her nipple was rock hard against his palm. 

When her wide, lustful eyes stared up into his, he callously smiled at what must be going on in her head right now. A part of her would hate herself for sucking his cock, for having given in so easily. He hoped so. But from the way she was so eagerly sucking him, it was a part that was buried deep in her mind. The rest of her was completely lost in the act. 

Her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as she enthusiastically went about her work. He let out a satisfied sigh. This was one of England's finest secret agents, and she was sucking his dick—Scharführer Herman Vogler's monster of a dick—like she was a common whore.

Her tongue slowly made its way up one side of his shaft and back down the other, bathing his length liberally in her slippery saliva. She toyed with the ridge of his swollen head, all the while looking up at him with those needy eyes. He smiled at her. They were lidded with passion and a need she couldn't hope to control. 

When the project here was finished, he would have to try and secure a personal supply of the drug. They kept it closely guarded, but he knew ways. His superiors weren't as clever as they thought. Well, except for Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier, of course. She was a woman to be feared. Even so, it was worth the risk. With the drug in his possession, he'd be able to have any woman he wanted when the war was won.

He glanced down at her again, even more aroused by the thought. Her wide eyes were staring up at him again and the way her mouth moved on his dick was unbelievingly sexual. If he didn't know better, the British agent was actually teasing him, sliding her pink lips all the way down to the base whilst those pretty cheeks hollowed out. 

He felt his shaft pushed against her throat and let out a deep moan. 

She was deep-throating him like an expert and he could already feel his body succumbing to her working mouth. He tightened his fingers in her blonde hair, readying himself to spurt his creamy cum into her mouth. But she had other plans... 

The sexy bitch pulled off him and pushed his hard shaft up against his stomach, swiping her tongue across one testicle, then the other. Dammit, even the whores he fucked in the village didn't do that. And he's always thought that English women were prim and proper. They said the drug brought out the person's true personality and this blonde English spy was showing herself to be one dirty minded little slut. 

He gasped out loud as she sucked gently from one heavy ball to the other, her dreamy lidded eyes fixed on his as she stared up with intent. 

A string of saliva dangled between her half-open mouth and his testicles. She sexily sucked it between her lips and then took just the head between her pink lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked on him again. Those soft, jerking, sucking movements were unbelievable. 

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to maintain his composure as her mouth plunged back onto his stiffness, deep-throating him again. The bitch knew what she was after and was going after it masterfully. He began to groan, almost there.

But suddenly she had pulled off him again.

He let out a curse as he fought back the orgasmic tide. Yes, he could splash all over her tits, like the sleeping man had done when she'd first entered the cell, but he intended to cum inside her pretty mouth. He roughly dragged her head back to his dick—nothing was going to stop him from blasting his German cum between those sweet British pink lips like this little slut deserved.

Nothing except for the cold barrel of his pistol she'd somehow taken from his holster and was now pressing against his balls...

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Alice had been so consumed in her own arousal that she'd nearly lost it altogether. If she had any reservations as to how powerful the drug was before, she was fully aware now. This bastard had come here with the express intention of taking advantage of her, almost certainly without the knowledge of his superiors. 

He'd even probably been watching her and Carruthers on the hidden camera in the room. She'd already worked out where that was. 

And yet the sensations she had experienced when he'd exposed himself had been so intense that she hadn't been able to stop herself from sucking his dick. At one point she'd almost forgotten entirely who she was and why she was here. Lost in the moment of intense pleasure.

But when the few strands of lucid thought had occasionally broken through, she had called on all her training techniques in an attempt to tell herself that this was the opportunity she'd been looking for. She'd just had to try and keep it together, keep as level a head as she could in the circumstances and wait for her moment. Her only regret was that she hadn't waited until he'd cum in her mouth, but as much as she wanted to feel him spurt, it would have lost her the advantage.

It hadn't been easy to get his pistol from his holster, especially as she'd had her mouth full of his dick. But that had been her secret weapon. He was so lost in the sensations between her lips that she'd been able to time the move to perfection. Deep throating him at that exact moment had been just enough to distract him. 

But even now, having gained the upper hand, she knew it wasn't over. Not the way her body was now feeling. The arousal pounding through her veins was so intense she just wanted to scream out her frustration. As soon as she had him secured, tied up against her bedpost, she'd get James to fuck her again. It was dangerous to delay their escape, but if he could temporarily sate the surging need inside her—inside them both—the better the chance of getting out of this hellhole and reporting back to Headquarters. 

"Get on the bed," she rasped at the guard.

Her voice was a harsh rasp as she tried to sound more in control than she was. She pressed the gun more tightly into his testicles until he saw winced in pain. He had to understand she was serious.

"Back against the wall..."

He did, clumsily, his face burning with anger as Alice changed the position of the gun from his balls to his forehead.

"Understand one thing, Herman," she said, spitting out his name to show her utter contempt. "One false move and that German brain of yours will be splattered all over this bed."

She glanced around the cell, waiting silently in case the cell door bust open. Although she suspected that the guard was acting alone, it wasn't inconceivable that one of his colleagues had been watching them on the hidden camera. If that was the case, than a gang of other guards would be descending on them pretty quickly. 

This was likely to be her one and only chance to escape. She had to be ready for anything now. 

It was a good minute later before she relaxed again— secure in the knowledge that Herman had been acting on his own volition. Other guards would have been in here by now, otherwise. 




Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 02



"James," she said, calling over to Carruthers.

Her only issue now was that the whole of her body was aching with arousal. The fucking drug really had a hold on her.

Carruthers didn't respond. She shouted again, louder, with a similar result. When she glanced at Herman, his sly grin gave the game away. Even through her cloudy mind, she realised that James had been drugged. The guard must have slipped something into the drink he'd given him with his meal. Of course he had. The bastard had come to the cell with the express intention of fucking her and he wanted Carruthers unconscious.

That gave her a different problem. They couldn't escape until James came around and God alone knew how long that could be. He could be out until the morning, for all she knew. 

Her dilemma was whether to leave without him. 

"If you happen to find Carruthers and can rescue him, then all the better," she had been told in her War Office meeting. "But nothing must compromise this mission. Am I clear?"

She glanced back at the guard on her cell bed. His head was turned towards her watching her, seeking an opportunity to strike back as soon as it arose. She pressed the pistol more firmly into his temple, silently telling him that she'd blow his brains out if he tried anything. But it looked like he knew something she didn't. Before, he'd been angry that she'd turned the tables on him. Now, he looked more calm and collected. Why?

She needed time to consider the situation but right now her head felt too fluffy to think straight. And her arousal was building with each passing second. There wasn't any point in trying to escape in this mood. She needed some sort of relief before she could make a move. 

With James so out of it, that left her with one option. 

Pointing the gun at the guard's head, she sat on the edge of the bed opposite him. She'd have to do this infront of him, but even that thought only added to her arousal.

"Don't even think about moving," she told him, dropping her free hand between her thighs.

She moaned at the first sweep of her fingers over her labia. This wasn't going to take long. Maybe she'd need to give herself a couple of orgasms just to make sure she had some temporary relief before she was consumed by the need her again. By then James would be awake and they'd be working her way back to meet up with the Resistance. 

He could fuck her along the way.

She leaned against the wall and began to finger herself more rapidly. Don't close your eyes, she told herself as the pleasurable waves wafted through her. Keep your hand steady. Keep the gun pointed at Herman's head.

She pulled her knees up, knowing that she was exposing herself even further to the guard's hungry gaze. His dick had already grown to full erection as his eyes took in every stroke of her fingers. Somehow that only enhanced her arousal. His hand had slowly moved to his shaft, gently stroking himself as he watched her.

She stared back, watching him masturbate, and groaned as she worked two fingers inside her sex. When her thumb flicked her sensitive clit, it hardened and grew under her touch. This was good, almost too good. Her muscles tightened around her two fingers, trapped them, held them, and then released them as she rocked on the bed. 

"Yes ... yes ... yes..."

Herman's stare was that of a hypnotised man. He was jerking himself faster now, his eyes almost glazed as he watched her. Alice couldn't help herself. She thrust her hips forward, providing an even closer view of her working fingers. The blatant lewdness of her actions was an aphrodisiac for them both.

But suddenly, her fingers weren't enough to satisfy her. She needed more. Her eyes found Herman's. Was he thinking the same thing? It didn't matter. She was in control, she could do what she wanted. It wouldn't be the first time she'd fucked someone in the name of King and Country. Just this time, it seemed to feel all the more delicious.

"Lie down on your back," she ordered, making sure he saw that her finger had tightened on the trigger, "Slowly and very carefully."

He shuffled on the bed, quickly pushing himself onto his back as he instantly caught on to what was on her mind.

Alice's eyes flickered down between his thighs to his monster of a dick again. There was a smear of precum on the very tip and she'd have given anything to lower her head and lick it off. A warm shiver ran down her spine at the thought, but it would be too dangerous. In her current sexual state, he would easily overpower her. 

Reaching out with her left hand, she stroked the back of her fingers up and down his thick shaft. He really was incredibly big. His dick reacted instantly to her touch, twitching beautifully. Turning her hand around, she took him in her palm, slowly jerking the warm flesh as she anticipated the moment to come.

She wanted him in her mouth again, but that was too risky. Instead, she threw a leg across his lap, shuffling her body as she settled on him, her thighs splayed either side of his body. The action caused his dick to grow even further against her. Against her smooth pussy. It felt wonderful, directly stimulating the edges of her nerves. 

She'd always been curious about what it would be like to feel something so large thrusting inside her and now she was about to find out. Her pupils dilated as she stroked him again. The idea of his monster parting her, invading her, taking her, was sublime. 

"This is for England, Herman," she sarcastically rasped as she shuffled up and over his dick. 

She held the gun firmly against his head as she reached down between them and easily guided his throbbing erection inside her. She was so wet that, despite his size, she had him completely embedded in two passes. She bit her lip as her body trembled and at first she didn't move, just savouring the overpowering feeling of fullness. 

"Oh My God..." she gasped.

Was she cumming? So soon? Impossible, surely? But whatever it was, she felt good. So fucking good.

He began to move first, pushing up into her. Alice nodded her approval and threw her long, blonde hair back, thrusting her breasts outward and wantonly displaying herself to him. Getting off on how much he wanted her tight young body.

"That's it," she murmured. "Fuck me, Herman. But you'd better make the most of it. This is a once only performance."

She raised her ass fractionally upwards and then jammed her body back down on him. Her mind began to fog again as the drug did its job. All the pent up need that had been building inside her since the blow job came to the surface at once. 

She dug the fingernails of her left hand into his chest as she began to bounce on him. There was no holding back, not even at the start, no gradual build up. She was too lost in her need for that. His huge dick felt wonderful inside her and the pure unadulterated lust had captured her whole being now. Head back, she jammed herself up and down on his hard body like an out-of-control dervish. Her mouth opened wide as she tried to suck in air, but all she heard were her whimpers and the prone German's moans of pleasure.

"Oh mein Gott," he was grunting, repeating the words over and over again with each of her savage downthrusts.

Perspiration broke out across her body. She felt light-headed and cried out louder as she intensified her bouncing hips, driving them both closer to the edge. Her tits were swaying as she rode him and his hands reached up to cover them, groping them roughly. She knew should have told him to keep them by his side but the way his calloused fingers went straight for her nipples, tweaking and squeezing them, was too much to deny. 

Her lidded eyes rolled up as white hot pleasure shot throughout her body and then she was screaming out her climax. 

But it was more than just one...

A second and then a third speared through her body in quick succession and each seemed to double the intensity of the last. It was impossible to know where one ended and the next started, as if she was plugged into the mains, her body full of electric currents.

She felt rather than saw him grasp her hand and twist the gun out of her possession. She was trembling too violently from her orgasms to resist. When she tried to grab it back, he slapped her across the face and roughly twisted her intensely shaking body around onto all fours.

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"Sie werden nie vergessen Herman," the bull necked guard snapped at her.

He roughly yanked her head back by a handful of her hair, making her body arch like a bow.

None of the women he'd had so far were quite as crazed as this slut. The British bitch had nearly got the better of him and that would have cost him his job and his life. Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier didn't treat failure lightly. That meant the blonde slut had to pay. No-one could gain the upper hand against Scharführer Herman Vogler. 

He roughly pulled her tight ass higher and lined himself up with that tight pussy, rubbing his fingers along her slit to watch her shiver in delight. His cock grew at the power he exuded. He'd disarmed England's finest field agent and all she could do was moan like a bitch in heat. Her willpower had inevitably cracked and she was craning her neck to look back, staring at him like a half-crazed animal. 

"Fuck me... Fuck me, you bastard," she gasped over her shoulder, her voice dripping with sexual need.

Herman grinned as he obliged. To think that the British slut had thought she was in control of the situation, that she could resist the drugs in her bloodstream. Within a couple of days she'd be like this continually, a sex-crazed whore available to anyone who wanted her.

Leaning forward to get maximum penetration, his hands gripped her tits as he pulled his hips back, pausing for an agonising second before ramming himself back into her.

"Oh fuckkk..." 

The bitch was screaming now, her over sensitive body already in overload. She was gone, completely gone, writhing on his cock, utterly consumed by her need for satisfaction. 

Every dirty word she gasped out found its way to his dick. She was telling him how good it was, how much she needed this, how he was never to stop. Her eyes had rolled back into her head as Herman took her, lost in her need as he rutted away like an animal in long, powerful strokes. With each of her wails, he fucked her harder and with each thrust inside her, the bitch's inner muscles clutched and gripped him skilfully. He only wished that he could come back tomorrow night for even more of this one. That was impossible, of course...

With every squeeze on his dick, he grunted out louder and increased the tempo of his fucking. She wasn't holding back either, jerking her ass back on him in time with each of his forward thrusts. 

When her head fell forward, he wrapped strand after strand of her long blonde hair in his fingers and yanked her head backwards, reminding her who was in charge. His roughness only increased her need and she cried out her delight as she arched back painfully.

"You bastard. You fucking bastard. Yes, like that..."

Perspiration flew from his head, splattering across her body. He wasn't going to last much longer. He eased his monster out until only the tip was buried in her wetness and then lunged forward again, thrusting as deep as he could. Another scream pierced the air.

Tomorrow, the woman was to be introduced to Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier. Everyone in the complex knew that the out and out dyke had a huge sexual appetite for attractive young women, even if they never dared speak about it. The British agent's body would be putty in the commanding officers hands. 

He only wished he could be there to watch.

The image in his mind was almost too much. The blonde bitch would never be the same again after Herr Bachmeier had her way with her, that was for sure. He smirked at the thought and then drove his dick deep inside her again, loving the way she was squealing for more. 

He was already close to the point of no return and his heavy hips turned from a steady rhythm to an erratic tempo. He felt the mountain below his testicles swell between his legs and when his orgasm surged through him, he held himself still while he gave a bestial roar. 

Alice screamed out with him, her clutching pussy sucking out everything he had to give. But with it came tears... 

Herman understood. It was as if she now fully understood and was breaking down at the full realization of her situation. Even as her tears flowed, her body was still moving on him, extracting every last remnant of pleasure she could. He'd never seen another woman strong enough to have that moment of clarity at this stage of the drug.

Just that thought began to arouse him again. He'd been away from his post for too long but he knew was going to fuck her one more time before he returned to guard duty. 

It would be the last chance he'd get. From tomorrow, the British bitch would belong completely to Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier.



Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 03



CHAPTER 3: Alice is on her last legs

THE NEXT MORNING

Their panting sounds of pleasure were amplified as they echoed around the cell. This was the second time Carruthers had fucked Alice since they'd awoken and despite the numerous orgasms she'd screamed out, her body demanded even more. 

The drugs rampaging through her system had her in permanent heat and she was rapidly reaching the stage where she no longer wanted to fight the effect. The feelings were too good to deny...

He was fucking her against the cell's grey wall—her tits, face and the palms of her hands flattened against the cold surface. How could she love the roughness like this? Yet when he pushed the side of her head harder against the wall for leverage and pumped harder into her, she found herself groaning out her approval. 

She'd worked out exactly where the camera was, the one that monitored them, and her gaze fixed upwards onto it as he thrust inside her. Was Herman watching them? That thought such a turn-on...

She hadn't lost hope of their escape, but there wasn't any doubt that the drug was diminishing her resolve, just as James had said it would.

Worse, she'd was being haunted by the increasingly vivid dreams whenever she was able to sleep. Yet rather than dreaming about the strawberry-blonde Gestapo woman, as she usually did, this time it had been Herman. He had entered her cell again and offered her a way to escape. But instead of running for the door as she knew she should, she had meekly sunk to her knees to take his huge dick deep in her throat.

It felt good to just switch off and submit, to be used, to offer her body to whoever wanted it. She now fully understood how the bastards could use the drug as a weapon in the war. 

Yet in her increasingly rare rational moments, she was disgusted with herself for succumbing to the carnal needs of the body. How could she be so weak just to give in like this? She'd been trained to resist just about anything an enemy could subject her to. But not this...

Herman had practically raped her yesterday, for fuck's sake. But could it be rape when she was a willing participant? The aphrodisiacal effect of the drug was all consuming and her resistance was fading fast.

Widening her legs with a happy moan, she gave Carruthers the extra access he wanted, groaning out as he changed angle and began to fuck her again.

"Harder, James," she gasped.

Even the way her full breasts pushed flat against the cool surface was sending a surge of heat through her. 

"Harder..."

But even as he began to comply, the door burst open suddenly. What was happening? Her sex-fuelled brain tried to focus as two guards entered the cell, with Herman behind them. Without a word, they strode forward, grabbed Carruthers by his hair and arms, and pulled him away from her. 

"No!" she heard him cry.

But even as he tried to stop them, penis bobbing insistently infront of him, Herman pushed him solidly in the chest and sent him sprawling backwards onto the stone floor.

The two guards turned their attention to Alice, yanking her insistently toward the cell door. She tried weakly to fight them but with her head still clouded by sex, she was in no position to fight them. 

As they dragged her outside, she could feel her body reacting to their touch. Maybe they were going to take her somewhere and fuck her? Her pussy flooded at the images her mind created and she instantly hated herself for being so aroused at the thought.

The hallway outside the cell was ice-cold and lit by recessed fixtures. Alice gasped in disorientation as the chill air sucked the heat from her sweat-soaked body, momentarily putting a brae on the drug's effect. 

"Where are you taking me?" she asked with a heated stammer, looking from one to the other. "Where? Tell me..."

They ignored her entreaties as they half-pulled and half-dragged her with them, without even a single word passing between the two of them. In normal circumstances she might have been able to fight them, particularly as Herman had stayed behind, but in her weakened state she knew they'd be way too strong. 

But then, why should she try to resist? Not if they were going to fuck her...

They took her along several corridors into what appeared to be a separate part of the complex, finally stopping outside a door to their left. The guard holding her arm twisted it violently to make sure she couldn't take advantage as the other handler let go of her and opened the door. Unceremoniously, they tossed her inside. 

Her first glance as she fell into a heap on the cold metal floor told her the cell was empty but for her. It was the same layout as the cell she'd shared with James, except there was only one bed. 

Alice's heart dropped as the guards left her and she heard the cell door clang shut. They couldn't do this to her! She needed a man to finish off the job that James had started this morning. If not a man then someone, something, to quench her aching needs. 

Her fingers just didn't seem to have the same appeal anymore. The drug had made her an addict ... and sex was her fix.

There had to be some specific reason for suddenly changing her arrangements, but what? She couldn't think at all, let alone rationally, not when all she wanted to do was fuck. She glanced at the door, knowing she should check it, look for anything that might bring her an advantage. Instead, she flopped down on the edge of the bed and slid her hand between her thighs.

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The metallic sound of the door opening made Alice bolt upright. She must have dozed off, her fingers still working between her thighs. 

The two guards that had brought her there walked arrogantly into the cell, the heels of their black boots clacking on the hard floor. They exchanged a smile as they watched her touching herself and for a few moments they didn't speak, their eyes just insolently running over her nakedness. The supercilious looks should have made her blush but she found herself sitting up on the bed, dropping her arms by her side and parting her thighs invitingly as they stared. 

Perhaps they were going to fuck her? 

Her mind was full of shame but her body was full of need.

"You come with us now," the thickset guard suddenly said.

She shook her head in frustration. Why wasn't it Herman standing infront of her rather than these two goons? He would have had his huge dick inside her by now!

Another thought occurred as the first of the two guards took a step towards her. If she resisted, they'd have to force her. That meant they'd have to lay their hands on her ... on her naked body. And she so needed to be touched. She looked up at them again, hungrily this time.

"It's time for your shower," the first guard told her. 

"Shower?"

For the first time since she'd arrived, she became aware of how dirty she was. Her grubby body was caked in a mixture of dirt, sweat and cum. Her hair was matted with dirt and sweat. Yes, a shower! It was long overdue and sounded like heaven on earth right now.

"Okay," she said, quickly pushing off the bed.

The guard's eyes were all over her again as she stood. She knew she should be sizing them up, working out how to take them out. It shouldn't really be that difficult, even though she was exhausted. But the way their gazes were hungrily devouring every one of her curves had her heart palpitating in approval. 

She stepped forward and provocatively brushed against the first guard on her way to the door, deliberately pressing her ass against his uniformed groin as she passed). He had to want her, didn't he? And his friend? They could have her now, both of them, at the same time if they wanted, here in this cell. No one would know.

But instead of grabbing hold of her, he turned to the other guard again and spoke in German.

"Die Hündin ist heiß für sie. Genau wie all die anderen."

They both laughed out loud.

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Alice tried to remain as stoic as possible outwardly but inside she was cursing herself. She had been placed on a chair, hands tied behind her back, a couple of feet away from the black couch that contained the formidable figure of Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier.

The shower had refreshed her mind as well as her body, temporarily diminishing the effects of the drug and allowing her to think a little more clearly. Her best opportunity of escape was to overpower the two guards, she'd told herself, and the best chance of that was as soon as she exited the small bathroom. 

But even with a more rationale mind, the intense arousal that continued to bubble away under the surface had proved her undoing. Just washing herself had felt surreally erotic and she'd wondered if the guards would approve as she'd shampooed her long blonde hair and then fixed it high onto the top of her head. 

Thoughts of overpowering them had immediately dissolved into a confused, shameless, state of thinking when she'd emerged naked from the room and seen the lustful way the two guards looked at her. One had even licked his lips. Her nipples had instantly prickled at the thought of each of them taking her there and then. 

The idea was almost enough to spark off another orgasm.

Instead, they'd taken her to this room—Helga Bachmeier's office—and tied her to the chair under the watchful and slightly amused gaze of the Obersturmfuhrer.

The British agent was only too well aware that Bachmeier's ruthless reputation was only exceeded by her appetite for young women. The SS Commander hadn't spoken to her yet, not even when the two guards had departed the room. She had just allowed her piercing dark eyes to take in every curve of Alice's body. 

The silence sent a chill to Alice's core whereas the appraising gaze had brought about an unforgiveable tingling between her smooth thighs.

Physically, Bachmeier was nothing like Alice had expected. Her black hair was cut short in traditional dyke fashion, but despite the almost masculine style it actually suited her narrow face. Not only that, but she was extremely attractive in a conventional way, and it was clear even in her SS Officer's black uniform that she had an athletic body.

Her triumphant dark eyes seemed to gleam as covered every inch of Alice's naked body, checking her out over like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. Despite herself, Alice's nipples came to life at the hypnotic gaze and she tried to regulate her breathing. 

It was coming as fast as her pitter-pattering heartbeat. 

Suddenly, Bachmeier rose and strolled nonchalantly behind her captive, still without a word. Alice felt herself tense nervously as the woman touched her blonde hair softly, unfastening it from high upon her head and allowing it to cascade down onto her naked shoulders. 

Then she was back in front of Alice, leaning forward to lift her chin with the crook of her finger. Her dark eyes stared arrogantly into Alice's from just a few centimetres away.

"Welcome to our complex, Fraulein Alice," she spoke at last, those glossy red lips of hers a fraction away. "You look even lovelier than in the photographs I've seen." 

The blush that broke out on Alice's neck rapidly spread across the whole of her body. An image came to her mind of this woman inspecting her photographs, perhaps even before she had been captured. Imagining what? The thought was as appalling as it was stimulating and she wanted to look away in her embarrassment.

But Bachmeier wasn't about to allow her any sort of safety-blanket. Her hand held her chin firmly, ensuring that their gazes stayed fixed on one another.

"But of course, you were clothed then. I'm pleased to see you've become used to your nakedness here."

Alice felt a flood of shame wash through her. She hadn't really considered it until now but, yes, she had become used to being naked in here. Sometimes she didn't even think about it. But now it had been pointed out, now that she was sitting naked infront of this sexual predator, in her office, her humiliation was obvious.

"It doesn't seem fair, does it," Bachmeier continued, her breath hot on Alice's cheek as she deliberately whispered into her ears, "You being at such a disadvantage. Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if I removed my glorious SS uniform too..."

She took a couple of backward steps towards the leather sofa, her dark eyes still locked on Alice's as she sat down. Her movements were deliberate and calculated as she slowly unzipped one shining black boot to the heel, followed by the other, and meticulously placed each of them to the right of the couch.

A faint smile touched her lips as she began to work open the stiff buttons of her jacket, her keen gaze observing her captive's reactions. Alice tried to tear her eyes away, to look anywhere in the room except at this woman who was undressing infront of her, but it was impossible. She was a rabbit caught in the SS Obersturmfuhrer's headlights. 

"That's it, Fraulein," Bachmeier softly murmured as she continued to undress. "Watch ... enjoy..." 

Alice couldn't help herself, little electrical currents finding their way to her sex as the dark-haired woman continued to reveal herself. Finally exposed in all its glory, she couldn't help but admit to herself that the German woman's body fully lived up to its promise.

Exceeded it, even...

Her large breasts were beautifully shaped, her pink nipples were thick and long, and the perfectly groomed black landing strip that guarded her puffy labial lips was cut into an SS shape. 

"There," Bachmeier said, triumphantly stretching herself so that her British captive had a full view of her nakedness, "that feels much better. You see, Fraulein Alice, we are on equal terms now, ja?"

She provocatively raised one knee so that Alice could see how moist she was, the large folds of her lips swollen and open with arousal. Extending her leg, she dextrously reached across the divide between them and placed her foot on Alice's lap. 

Alice felt her quickening pulse pounding at her temples and bit her lip as she tried to deny the arousal coursing through her veins. When she tugged at the ropes binding her hands in a desperate attempt to free herself, the futile action wasn't lost on Bachmeier.

"Trying to escape, or trying to move closer," she laughed harshly, slowly rubbing her foot upwards across her captive's skin.

She stroked just the sole across Alice's breasts, kneading each of them until she brought a moan. Satisfied at the reaction, she curled her toes around the British agent's right nipple and tugged gently. 

The effect brought another moan, louder this time. 

Alice had often wondered if there was a direct connection between her nipple and her clitoris, and Helga Bachmeier was close to proving the connection. She gritted her teeth and pressed her thighs more tightly together as she tried to resist the urges building inside her, but when the German woman switched breasts and repeated the action, the orgasm was on her before she knew it. 

She couldn't contain her humiliating scream of pleasure as the whole of her body began to tremble and shake. 

"So noisy," Bachmeier purred as she triumphantly watched her captive cum. "I love that."

She flexed her leg and dipped her toes along Alice's sex, covering them in her juices before raising her foot and rubbing her glistening toes across her captive's half-open mouth. 

"Suck," she commanded firmly.

Alice's eyes widened and she tugged at her binding again, without any effect. Even in her hazy sex-fuelled state, she understood the humiliation that went with the command. She tried to turn her head away but Bachmeier was already forcing her big toe between her lips and using it to hold her head steady. 

"Like a cock," she insisted firmly. "Show me how you suck a cock." 

Alice closed her eyes as she tried to resist ... but the toe was moving back and forward inside her mouth now and it was all too easy to think of it as a cock. Herman's cock? Despite her reluctance, she found that she was already beginning to work the woman's big toe between her lips, and with each suck the need inside her became more powerful. 

Her efforts quickly became more intense as the drug inside her re-established itself. Saliva began to drool from her mouth as she sucked her prize and she felt herself give a whimper of disappointment when the German woman eventually pulled her foot away. 

"Very good, Fraulein Alice," Bachmeier chuckled. "I think I shall keep you as Helga's little pet when the war is over. You'd like that, ja?"

This time her chuckle was louder as she lowered her leg, scraped her toes slowly and deliberately along Alice's chin, neck, breasts and stomach until her foot rested between her thighs again.

"Open up," she softly instructed, pushing her legs apart. 

The resistance written all across the British agent's aroused expression impressed the Obersturmfuhrer. This was a strong-minded woman, and that made her triumph all the more satisfying. 

The young woman was summoning all her strength in an effort to resist and yet even the gentlest prod with her toes brought a weak moan of lust and forced those smooth thighs even further apart. 

Her captive would soon learn that defiance was futile, the drug saw to that. 

Alice blinked her eyes in an attempt to stop her head from spinning. Dizziness merged with arousal, need combined with revulsion. Goosebumps covered her entire body. Bachmeier's foot had found her wetness, her big toe teasing her insistently as it ran along the full length of her opening and gently parted her labia.

A voice in the furthest reaches of her mind screamed that she had to get a grip; that she was here for a reason. But the intense orgasm bubbling away inside her instantly swatted the thought away before it barely had a chance to materialise.

Bachmeier's toe was inside her now, gently easing back and forward. It had felt like a cock in her mouth and now it felt like on inside her sex. She widened her legs to gain a better friction and then began to push back, violently fucking herself on it until she let out a wail as her climax ripped from her body.

Bachmeier smiled knowingly as she continued to gently move the toe inside her captive, pacing her down from the throbbing orgasm until the tremors began to die away. Only then did she stand up from her position on the couch and untie Alice's hands.

"We won't need these right now, ja," she gently told her.

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The Obersturmfuhrer's voice was soft and comforting—designed to provide reassurance to her hazy victim—but with a commanding edge to her tone that demanded obedience. 

As she spoke, she took hold of Alice's limp shoulders and manoeuvred the bemused blonde onto the couch beside her. This was the moment she loved the best. When her captive was so confused and aroused that she became putty in her hands. Her athletic body twisted like a cat and she straddled Alice, hovering above the British agent and holding her engorged folds inches away from her pretty face.

"One good turn deserves another, isn't that what you English say?" she chuckled. 

She slowly dragged her sex across Alice's face as she asked the rhetorical question, leaving a wet, glistening trail across the young woman's forehead, nose, cheek, lips and mouth. 

"I know you want to show me just how grateful you are, ya?"

To reinforce her words, she scraped herself across Alice's face again. It brought a moan from her newest captive. This was a strong woman, she knew, but right now all resistance had drained out of her. 

Her body would be throbbing all over and her mission would be long forgotten in her head. It was almost impossible for her to think straight other than an overwhelming need to obey her captor's demands.

"Show me," Bachmeier commanded, pressing home her advantage. "Show your Mistress how much you need her..."




Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 03



She settled her sex just above Alice's lips, ensuring that the needy woman would have to act of her own volition to reach her. 

There was only a brief second's hesitation as Alice unsuccessfully fought the demons inside her. She had no chance. The intoxicating scent of the German woman's sex would be fuelling her lust. It was the same with every captive the Obersturmfuhrer brought to her office. 

Then her hands were reaching up, curling around Bachmeier's well formed thighs, holding her in place as she stretched her neck upwards. The German let out a soft growl at the first lap of that sweet tongue.

"You and I are going to get on so very well, Fraulein Alice..."

TWENTY FOUR HOURS LATER

Alice lay on her bed, idly fingering herself. In her half-awake and half-asleep state she was obediently lying between Helga Bachmeier's thighs, eagerly lapping at that delicious pussy. The German woman's hand was softly stoking her hair while she gasped out her instructions.

"Clitoris..."

Her grip on Alice's hair tightened, dragging her head up a little, just to ensure the message was clear.

Alice moaned in compliance, attending to her like a thirsty woman in the desert. The need to make Helga Bachmeier squirt all over face again was overwhelming. When it had happened that first time, in her office, it had been as if the German woman was marking out what she owned. Alice had cum instantly!

It had become difficult to distinguish between her dreams and reality. In some ways, it didn't matter. Not anymore...

She eagerly lapped at the juices sprayed over Bachmeier's thighs, her hands between her own thighs as her tongue cleaned her. God, she was going to cum again. Just from tasting the German woman. 

Bachmeier was above her, encouraging her, grinding on her face... 

Oh fuckkkkk!

The violent orgasm brought her out of her sleep, out of her dream. Her hand was buried between her own thighs, still rubbing herself, seeking more of the same. One climax never seemed to be enough anymore. That was the remarkable thing—each orgasm only made her want more.

She shifted on the bed, glancing around her prison cell as reality kicked in again. It did every so often, but it never lasted for long. And it was always hazy. She tried to cling on to what James Carruthers had told her—that it was the drug that was affecting her this way—and she told herself she had to escape, she had to complete her mission.

But then the reality was quickly swept as another surge of arousal burst through her naked body. When that happened, her need for satisfaction overwhelmed any other rational thought in her mind.

Everything she had heard about Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier's sexual needs had turned out to be true. The woman was insatiable. But then, with the drug inside her, so was she. She had been with the German on three separate occasions now and each time the woman had used her continuously, over and over. 

And each time, Alice had willingly complied with every new demand. 

The only thing missing was her overpowering need for cock, but Bachmeier had even promised to solve that problem. She intended to use her strap-on on Alice during their next liaison... ----------

The German woman no longer tied her hands when they were together, confident that she had broken her captive's spirit. Alice tried to tell herself that this was her chance to make some sort of move, or die in the attempt, but instead she was whimpering like a two-dollar whore as Bachmeier thrust the large strap-on phallus inside her.

The Obersturmfuhrer's firm hand was in the middle of her back, keeping her bent firmly forward over the large desk in her office. 

Alice's aching legs were spread as wide as they would go and the way her full breasts were pushed down into the soft leather top felt wonderful. Who could have thought that being taken like this could be so fulfilling? She could barely move as Bachmeier held her firmly, except to raise her hips up to force the phallus as deep as possible inside her already dripping pussy. 

Each orgasm was blending into the next...

Just the sight of the otherwise naked Bachmeier with the black strappy thrusting upwards from her thighs had been enough to bring her to the verge of a climax. And now that it was inside her, she was pushing her hips back in response to each hard thrust.

Bachmeier was fucking her just as well as any man had ever done and, God, it felt so good to be taken like this. 

It felt almost ... right ... as if it was meant to be...

"You like that, my pet, ya?"

"Ngh... fuck... yes," Alice heard herself gasp.

She hated herself for admitting it, but somehow the confession only added to the eroticism of the moment. 

That wasn't all ... she hated this woman for being an enemy of her country, hated her for using the drug to control her. And yet, as detestable as Bachmeier was, the dark haired butch lesbian was simply the most ferociously assertive lover she had ever experienced. 

She continually talked to her as she dominated her, telling her that she was her Mistress now, and that Alice would remain her pet after the war was over. That idea had appalled her at first but now it had begun to seep into Alice's psyche. How could it be possible that the thought had begun to turn her on so much? But then, how could she not be so turned on when Bachmeier fucked her as well as this? 

Even the way she wrapped her fingers in Alice's blonde hair, yanking her head upwards so that she was forced to stare at their reflections in the mirror. The way her German lover's large breasts bounced with each forward thrust only added to the all-pervading heat inside her. 

So did the wanton sight of herself. Her pretty blonde hair was matted to her forehead and her face was flushed. She looked like such a slut. And with every thrust that Bachmeier made, her head was slammed visibly forwards and her half-open mouth widened further. Her asscheeks were red, too, from the way her lover slapped her in time with each thrust. Another slap followed, then another. When Alice moaned in half-hearted protest, Bachmeier's hand drifted down between her legs and softly rubbed her clit. The protests stopped instantly as Alice came again, louder than ever.

She'd always been noisy during sex but this wonderful woman brought out the very best of her. 

Bachmeier's reflection grinned at her as she leant forward to bite at her shoulder. Her teeth left yet another mark on Alice's skin. There were so many now. Marks of ownership. 

Yet curiously, each bite had a side effect that Alice tried to focus on. The instant pain temporarily cleared her hazy mind, giving her a brief moment of clarity before she was consumed by the sexual waves again. Use it, she told herself. Use the pain.

She curled the fingers of her right hand around the big glass ashtray on the desk infront of her, knowing that her aim would have to be perfect.

Bachmeier's hand had returned to her long, blonde hair now, grabbing her locks and yanking her head up from the desk again. She had a triumphant look on her face as she held it suspended in the air, using the moment to emphasise to Alice that she was in complete control.

"Tell Helga how much you love this," the German woman snapped, thrusting harder.

The heavy desk moved a fraction under each renewed thrust. 

"Tell Helga how much you love her..."

Alice felt like she was in danger of blacking out from the wonderful ferocity of the onslaught. Her head was spinning in lust overload as yet another climax began to make its way to the surface and her fingers began to loosen on the ashtray as she gave in to the moment.

But then, Bachmeier leant forward and bit her shoulder again.

As the instant pain ripped through her, she grasped the ashtray again. Anchoring the soles of her feet on the floor, her calves screamed in protest as she used every vestige of her remaining strength to twist her body away from the plunging strap-on and fling out her hand wildly.

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The ashtray caught the stunned Bachmeier across her cheekbone. She hadn't even considered that her captive had any resistance left in her. It wasn't the perfect blow, but it was sufficient to send her a couple of steps backward and Alice followed up with as viscous a punch into her kidneys as her exhausted body could manage. 

It was a punch that would have put most people down but to her astonishment, Bachmeier fell to one knee with a roar of pain but then started to rise up again. Standing tall, Alice drew back her hand and forced her open palm into the German's face, driving her nose upwards towards the front of her brain.

Blood burst from her face, splattering across Alice's naked body. As Bachmeier dropped to the floor, Alice pulled back her leg and a final kick to the head rendered the German Obersturmfuhrer unconscious.

For a few seconds, it was all Alice could do to lean backwards against the desk, trying to gather both her breath and her strength. She needed to pull herself together before Bachmeier could recover and raise the alarm. Once she felt some strength returning, she quickly began to dress in the German uniform, checking her appearance in the mirror when she was done. 

It would do for now, she told herself. Until the alarm was raised, she could just about pass for a German Officer in front of any unsuspecting guard. 

The whole of her body was aching but she had to forget how weary she was for now. She could rest later. If she was discovered, the next thing she'd face would be the firing squad. She had to act quickly, but something in the back of her heated mind told her that escaping wasn't enough. She had a mission to complete..

Wiping some of Helga Bachmeier's blood from her face, she hurried to the Stern & Hoeller document cabinet in the corner of the office. It was locked but that didn't present a problem. She had it open in a few seconds flat. Rifling through the files, it seemed that good fortune wasn't just on her side, it was overflowing.

There were several coloured files marked 'GG1' and despite her need for haste, she took her time to identify the key pieces of information contained therein. My God, it was all there. Details of the effects, past test subjects, the reactions to the formula, tests, results, even a whole section containing details of an antidote as well as the formula. 

It was a goldmine of information for her agency... 

She stuffed the files inside the loose-fitting Obersturmfuhrer's jacket, fastening it more tightly around her frame. Her head was pounding and the irresistible need for more sex was beginning to strengthen inside her body. Damn the drug!

She briefly wondered if she could somehow take James Carruthers with her, but quickly dismissed the idea. There were too many guards. Besides, her immediate problem was whether she was going to have the strength to make it out of the complex herself. Even in peak physical condition, the few days here had taken a lot out of her. 

She'd noticed that the door that led out of the complex was to the right of the Obersturmfuhrer office. There'd be guards waiting for her, but she didn't have time to worry about how many she'd have to face. Time was of the essence. 

Taking Bachmeier's pistol in her right hand, she opened the office door and hurried out into the corridor. 

Her sudden appearance took the first guard by surprise. By the time he reached for his gun, a bullet in his brain had taken care of the problem. A second guard charged around the corner at the sound of gunshot and Alice shot him between the eyes. 

Maybe Herman was nearby, her hazy mind thought from nowhere as she glanced around. Her lips curled into a snarl as she decided she'd shoot him between the legs if she found him. But, dammit, just the sudden thought of the bastard's huge cock had her aroused again... 

Focus, she screamed at herself, focus!

Pushing herself forward, she was out of the door within seconds...

The sharp night air helped her regain a second wind, but from now on her plan was sketchy at best. She had hidden her transmitter near the worker's hostel from where she'd been captured but even if it hadn't been found, the question was how to get there. There wasn't any way she'd have the strength to return to the border by foot. 

She crossed the narrow span of open ground and gingerly made her way across two sets of rail tracks, stopping to rest twice despite the small distance travelled. Was she really this out of shape? Not only that, the way her nipples rubbed against the inside of the jacket as she moved was sending irresistible messages down between her thighs. 

She said a silent prayer. If ever she needed fate to be on her side, it was now. Her weary legs were becoming more leaden with very step and her wet pussy was tingling insistently, demanding immediate attention.

Calling on every reserve of strength, she slowly followed the track around the back of an outhouse, her breath coming out in sharp pants.

Tears began to brim up in her eyes at the sight confronting her. 

Several cars were parked together, but it was the motorcycle standing near them that took her eye. A Zundapp K-800 if she wasn't mistaken. It was much more manoeuvrable than any of the cars, and if there was sufficient petrol in the tank, she might just to be able to make it all the way to the border. Fate hadn't let her down and she glanced up to the night sky, sending out a silent prayer of gratitude.

She hurried towards the motorcycle, telling herself that the thrum of the engine between her thighs would temporarily take care of the increasing needs in her body. And if she needed to stop and attend to herself along the way, so be it. 

She silently pushed it for a hundred yards or so until she was happy she could rev it up without being heard. There weren't any keys in the ignition, but that wasn't an issue, not with her training. Within seconds, the heaven-sent Zundapp K-800 had roared into life and she and the motorcycle were racing towards the French border.

TWO WEEKS LATER

It felt both surreal and yet somehow comforting to be back at the War Office. There had been times when Alice had doubted she would ever see it again.

There had been an odd air of familiarity when she'd first arrived. The chair she occupied was the same as when she'd been allocated the mission. The smartly attired Head of MI5 sat on the same leather Chesterfield sofa opposite her. 

The difference was that this time, he had a smile on his face.

She'd fully debriefed him on everything that had happened from the time she'd been airlifted to France to the moment she'd returned to England—except for her sexual activities with James Carruthers and the others, of course. They'd remain her secret. 

It was the same debrief she'd given to the boffins on her return to England one week earlier. Except then, she had been a little more ... excitable. The couple of days it had taken the scientists to test the formulas—the drug itself, and the antidote—had seemed like weeks.

The effect of the drug had definitely intensified within her since she'd arrived back in England and just the recollections of her sexual activities with Helga Bachmeier had her ready to fuck anything that moved. Fortunately for her, she had a couple of old boyfriends she could call on and so she had been able to give vent to her needs while keeping her predicament relatively hush-hush. But was it obscene to think she actually missed the German woman's attentions this much? 

"Fascinating," the Head of MI5 murmured, bringing Alice's attention back to the present. 

She crossed and re-crossed her legs as he took his time studying the documents in the file infront of him. Despite the antidote she'd been given, if she didn't get out of there soon she might have to resort to letting the old man take her there and then across his desk. 

Alice smiled wryly to herself as the thought made her body shudder a little in anticipation. Had Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier succeeded in her work, then she'd be on a daily diet of sex. Even as it was, the boffins had made it clear that the antidote could still permanently leave some residual effects of the drug in her system.

Hurry up, she silently willed him. I need to get out of here...

"Quite fascinating," he added, "although it's clearly impractical, of course. Such a drug couldn't possibly work in the way they intended. That's the problem with the Germans. They don't have the imagination to win the war. How did you get back to England, by the way?"

Alice tried to disguise her blush as she told him what he needed to know. The rest would remain between her and the French Resistance. She'd run into them almost by accident the morning after her escape. At first the German Gestapo uniform she was wearing had produced some confusion, but once she'd spoken to their leader—an earnest and passionate young man whose physical resemblance to Jonny Depp was uncanny—the misunderstanding was soon addressed.

It transpired that the German's desperate attempts to recapture her had led to news of her escape from the complex being leaked out, and the Resistance had been looking for her throughout the night.

"How is James," she asked, changing the subject.

"Recovering. Thanks to the information you provided, we were able to get him out, but it looks as if it will be a while before he's coherent enough to add to your story."

Alice nodded, reminding herself that it was important to ensure that their stories tallied. He would no more want details of their lurid sexual activities to be let out than she did. But that wasn't the only reason she would be visiting him tomorrow. If the antidote could still permanently leave some residual effects of the drug in her system, it would be the same with his. Would he want to fuck her again? She hoped so.

Her thoughts returned to her final link up with the members of the Resistance again. Who better than the French to come to her assistance? Once she'd explained her predicament, and the sexual impact of the drug, their looks of amazement had quickly turned to grins and each man had willingly taken his turn in 'helping her out' throughout her journey to safety. 

She had always enjoyed a huge sexual appetite but had never wantonly abandoned herself as thoroughly as she had that night. It wasn't just the effect of the drug, she realised, it was as if something already inside of her head had just simply been amplified. 

She'd never been fucked as thoroughly in her life—well, except by Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier, that was...

FOOTNOTE

The tall German woman pushed back her short dark hair as she languidly rotated her smooth sex on the petite Latina girl's face. The fingers of her right hand were curled in her hair, holding her head steady as she lazily covered the girl's face with her juices.

Juanita had been shy at first, but the drug had quickly released the girl's true nature. It was a long time since she'd had anyone quite so subservient and the nineteen year old beauty had proven herself to be the best pussy-licker Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier had experienced ... well, since the blonde British agent, that was.

She had closed down the complex almost as soon as it had been confirmed that Fraulein Alice had escaped from the complex. The token presence she'd left was designed to deceive the British invaders into believing that their rescue mission had been successful. 

She'd even left a number of their prisoners there, for rescue, including Carruthers. He'd outlived his usefulness and his liberation would leave the British congratulating themselves on the success of their smash-and-grab raid. And the outdated research papers she'd left would be enough to convince the British they had all the information they needed on her work. She'd even gone to the trouble of hiding the more contentious documents in a safe to magnify their importance.




Behind Enemy Lines Ch. 03



If only they knew the reality...

"Ja, darling, like that," she encouraged the teenage beauty, as she growled out her pleasure.

Juanita was her favourite among the prisoners she'd taken with her when she'd abandoned the complex. The drug was ever present in her system now, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do. It would be the same with the British agent, not that she would have fully realised it yet. The so-called antidote would have an initial calming effect but would then begin to persuasively ramp up her need again.

The girl's long dark locks were damp and sweaty from her exertions and she wrapped a few strands around her fingers, trapping the young head between her thighs as she ground herself across the beautiful young face again. 

Only harder this time... 

Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier had always been a demanding lover.

"Ja ... good girl," she rasped happily. "Serve Helga!"

She increased the pace of her hip thrusts, closing her eyes and imagining it was the British bitch that was pleasuring her.

Alice had taken her by surprise when she'd attacked her and even now, Helga could still feel the pain from her fractured cheek and broken nose. But they would heal soon enough. If anything, they made her respect the British agent even more, as well as increasing her need for revenge, of course. That would make the young blonde's eventual capitulation all the more satisfying. 

The stupid British thought they knew thought they knew everything there was to know about the GG1 drug but they were in for a surprise. So was Fraulein Alice. The levels in her blood stream would already be beginning to take hold and soon her arousal would peak again. 

It would be at that point, if everything worked out according to the well thought out plan, that Helga would encounter her again. 

Damn, the German woman found herself on the verge of another orgasm at just the thought of having the secret agent between her thighs again, serving her continuously just like this petite Latina.

The young British woman didn't know it yet, but it was her destiny...

© deliciousthoughts 2013