2 comments/ 22895 views/ 1 favorites Reluctant Hero By: jthserra “Hero? Hell, I’m no hero. I just saw him in the water and pulled him out.” I tried to explain. “You saved his life,” the television reporter said. “We would like to get an on camera interview. The cameraman will be here in just a moment.” “No, it was really nothing. I really don’t have time to talk to you. I need to be going,” I pleaded. “It will just take a moment. Here is the cameraman now. Ollie! Quick, over here! Run the tape, I fill in the lead later.” He said holding my arm tightly. “This is Hank Katchem reporting from the edge of Pimmeny Creek where just over twenty minutes ago a local man became a hero by saving Mayor Johnson from a certain drowning. I have here the hero of the day, a Mister . . .” He gazed at me as I stood silently, “Mister… sir, what is your name?” “My name? I’m Morris . . .” I glanced all around, finally locking my gaze on the creek with the old bridge curving almost overhead. “Morris Bridgestone.” “Well Mister Bridgestone, please tell us how you saved Mayor Johnson’s life.” The newsman said, holding the microphone in my face. I looked down into his brownish eyes as he blinked, expectantly. His brow began to twitch as he awaited my reply. I turned my head towards the camera and noticed the call letters for the television station just below the camera lens. I recalled the jingle on their commercials, “Channel Four, watch us soar, KISR TV.” I remember when I first saw the station, I called it the “k- eye sore.” “Mister Bridgestone?” He sounded annoyed. “It’s like I told you. I really didn’t do anything special. I just pulled him outta the water just as those people in the car arrived. They called the police and ambulance. I didn’t do anything.” “But you saved his life,” Katchem pressed. “Naw, he didn’t even come to when I pulled him out,” I said. “Well ladies and gentlemen, you heard it directly from Mister Bridgestone, our reluctant hero. We’ll bring you more information, as it becomes available. This is Hank Katchem at Pimmeny Creek reporting.” I had started to wander away from the newsman, but he caught my arm as he shouted, “Ollie, get that tape to Ginny and tell her to run it back to the station. You stick with me!” Katchem jerked on my arm and pulled me close to him. He glared at me, so that when he whispered it seemed like yelling. “Listen here cowboy, this is the biggest news item to hit this podunk berg in five years, and you ain’t gonna screw it up for me. This modesty crap may play well in whatever sagebrush, dung stinkin’ cowtown you’re from, but I got a story here, and you better start acting a little more heroic.” He then smiled that “TV smile” and slowly let go of my arm. “But I’m not a hero. Is he even conscious yet?” He kept smiling. “Listen, I am gonna get Ollie here to tape another interview with you. When I ask you what happened, you tell me in your own words how you saved the Mayor. How he fell in the water, if you saw that, and what you did to save him. Okay now, get ready. Ollie roll tape!” We both looked at the bald headed cameraman. He nervously bobbed his head from side to side. “Don’t tell me Ollie, you don’t have the tape ready. Damn it Ollie, go get a tape out of the truck and put it in the friggin’ camera. Is nobody gonna cooperate with me today. I, finally, get a real news item here and nobody cooperates.” I was slowly backing up, trying to blend into the crowd, when Katchem hollered out: “Hold on there cowboy, I’m gonna get this interview if I got to lasso you.” I could see the medical technicians at the ambulance. They were moving slower now, not as frenzied as before. I wondered if the Mayor had died. Then suddenly, through an opening in the crowd, I saw the Mayor sitting up on the gurney. He was talking to a police officer. Before I could do anything, another policeman walked up to Katchem and me. “Well Hank, better bring your camera, the Mayor is gonna thank your hero personally.” He looked at me, “We told him how you saved his life and all he could say was that he wanted to thank you.” I, sluggishly, followed the policeman while Katchem hollered, “Ollie, get your butt over here, the Mayor wants to talk to our cowboy.” By the time I got near the Mayor, Katchem and Ollie were in position. I saw Katchem talking to the camera. As I walked up to the Mayor, the camera and Katchem turned towards me. The Mayor lifted his hand and pointed at me. “Officer, arrest that man, he tried to kill me.” I couldn’t do a thing. I looked up at Katchem, his eyes sparkled as his lips turned up into that annoying “TV smile.” He had his story! Reluctant Hero Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Merchant shipping was being sunk faster than they could be replaced. The Germans were using their U Boats to great effect, and had introduced a new type of submarine called a Milch Cow which could re- supply U Boats with fuel food and ammunition to keep them at sea for much longer periods. The Milch cows had designated areas in the Atlantic where they would appear at pre-arranged times. These areas were well beyond the zones in which the RAF and coastal command could operate and so they were relatively safe from interference. The Royal navy tried their best to destroy the Milch cows and much of the Royal navies Submarine Service was employed increasingly in anti-submarine operations. Something had to be done to counter this threat. This story is based on one fictional and futile attempt to break the German stranglehold. At the time such an attempt in these circumstances would have probably been considered. This operation would as the story tells us have been made fruitless by HMS Bulldog capturing an Enigma machine on the 9th May 1941 from U110. The crew of U110 were relatively inexperienced and abandoned their boat before ensuring that she would sink before being boarded. A very brave boarding party from HMS Bulldog boarded the U Boat and captured the Enigma machine and other documents. It became a turning point in the war and very gradually the Royal Navy and the Commonwealth Navies who were very much involved in the sea war were able to gradually get on top of the U Boat threat. The following story tries to be historically correct. There was no Royal Naval Submarine called HMS Tenacious to my knowledge, but there was however a destroyer of that name. On which I served for a short time. The story which I have written and submitted for your enjoyment is purely fictional. I served in the HM Submarine service for three years and I also have a good working knowledge of the geography of Germany, and the low countries which I have used in this story. I am using the Oxford English dictionary which probably irritates US readers, but as my spell check has US parentage, the story is balanced in a few places by US spelling. Sirdar * It was a dark and windy night in April 1941, there was a strong sea running and spray occasionally wet the bridge crew as the patrolling T class submarine HMS Tenacious was just about to make her first sweep on the surface of their patrol area just off Ushant. Intermittent driving spray lashed the faces of the bridge crew. The Captain Lt Commander Tony Nash had just ordered a running charge to be started on the batteries, and the lookouts and machine gunners were closed up on the bridge. This was just the sort of night that German U Boats would consider ideal for slipping out of their base for the open sea, to attack the Atlantic convoys. Below in the control room the asdic operators listened intently, to see if they could distinguish any propeller noises. On the surface they were highly vulnerable as were all submarines, but they must recharge the batteries, and although they could now have a hot meal, and use the toilet and have a quick clean of the boat as far as was humanly possible, they were all ready to dive again at a seconds notice if necessary. Down below the Chef had started cooking breakfast off tinned sausages, tinned tomatoes (known affectionately as read lead), and powdered egg, and the off watch members of the crew were enjoying their first cigarette for over twelve hours. Even a few non smokers were stood around in the control room reveling in their first breath of fresh air, as the two powerful sixteen cylinder diesel engines sucked the chill night air down into the control room, quickly getting rid of the foul air, and diesel fumes which accumulated in a submarine during a long dive. As was normal most submarines turned night into day as far as possible, although it was now about 10.00pm, they knew that Breakfast would be their first meal on surfacing and a hot dinner would, if possible be served t about 4.00 am before they dived for the day. The Leading Signalman Mark Andrews came down from the conning tower to the control room to be replaced by a lookout as he slipped out of his Ursula suit and safety belt and made his way forward to his mess. He was always the first on the bridge with the Captain when they surfaced in case he had to reply to a challenge from another ship. Now Mark like the others were looking forward to getting dry, and having a hot meal. He knew that he could be recalled at any instant to the bridge. The dreaded cry "Signalman on the Bridge." always kept him tense and experience told him this was such a night when he could be called upon quite easily. When the Captain was confident that the boat had sufficient buoyancy then he would hand over the watch to one of the junior officers, and he himself would be looking forward very much to a hot breakfast. If the night went without incident, then they would dive again with full batteries just before dawn, followed by a day when they cruised at a bout three knots dived, watching and waiting. The off duty crew members sleeping and conserving air until dusk, when they would prepare to surface once again. In the wireless office Peter Mowbray the Leading Telegraphist was listening and waiting to see if any signals would be broadcast for them. Suddenly he stiffened, and reached for his pencil as their call sign came over the air. He started writing rapidly taking down the blocks of code in a message addressed to them. It was soon decoded by the signals officer and taken to the Captain. It was a recall, but not back to their depot ship, but to HMS Dolphin the Submarine home base at Portsmouth. The message was stressing the need for them to return with all dispatch. The Captain Tony Nash called for the navigating officer, and asked him to set a course for Portsmouth and within a few moments HMS Tenacious had left her patrol area and was 'cracking on' at full speed for Portsmouth harbour still with her full load of torpedoes intact. It was two days later and they were just on time as they surfaced at the rendezvous to be greeted by their escorting destroyer. Who having quickly established their identity signalled briefly "Follow mama." It was almost sunset, as Tony patiently conned the Tenacious into Portsmouth harbour. Tony was highly intrigued as to the reason that he had been recalled from patrol, after only fourteen days, but this was wartime, and Tony knew anything could and would happen. The signalman piped the salute as the boat came level with the signal tower flying the Admiral Submarines flag, and the casing party came to attention, and they all saluted. As soon as they got the "carry on. Everyone's attention was focused on making the 90-degree port turn into Dolphin Creek, and preparing to berth, as well as the urgent need to change the engines over to run on the motors. "Stop starboard, in starboard engine clutch" The captain ordered. Within seconds the starboard engine spluttered to a stop, and within a few seconds the control room reported that they were now running on the starboard motor. This was followed by a similar order for the port engine change, immediately afterwards. Once the Captain had power from both motors, they were almost alongside their allotted berth, and a brief glance showed him that there was a sizeable welcoming party waiting for them on the jetty, including Capt Submarines. Tony was curious, and slightly concerned at the size of the waiting group, which indicated something special was on the cards. Once they were secured, Tony turned to Bill his First lieutenant. "Refuel as soon as possible Bill, full battery charge, and replenish provisions as soon as we get orders. But do not pipe leave until we know why, and how long we will be here." "Right Sir" He replied saluting as Tony climbed over the bridge rail, and climbing down on to the casing. The casing party came to attention, as Tony made his way ashore, and saluted the senior officers waiting for him on the quayside. "Welcome home Tony." Captain Submarines said shaking hands. He did not introduce any of the other people with him, some of whom were unknown to Tony. "We will go to my office where we can make the introductions and talk privately." Tony looked at the Commander, an old friend of his who was Staff officer Operations. He looked at him, and just shrugged his shoulders, not giving a clue as to all the secrecy. Tony followed the party along the quay to the Captain Submarines office. He was very intrigued by the presence of a slim attractive sexy blonde female that walked silently with them. She was about 5'6" slim with short pageboy cut dirty blonde hair covered with a beret of the type usually favoured by the French. She wore a fawn rubber mackintosh, high heels and a lot of make-up. Tony could smell wafts of her very exotic cheap perfume as they walked. She walked silently, almost moodily with her hands in her pockets, and a large black shoulder bag slung over her right shoulder. As they walked, Tony sensed from time to time that she was giving him curious sidelong glances. But each time Tony turned to look at her, she immediately looked away. They got into the office, and drinks were served, and to his amazement everyone except Captain S/M the young lady and a civilian who was introduced as Mr. Broughton from the admiralty, were asked to leave the room. Immediately the civilian started to talk. "Commander Nash first of all may I introduce Anne- Marie to you. The lady just nodded in acknowledgement of his smile. We have studied your past history, and your service record with a very special operation in mind. As a holder of the Victoria Cross, and because of your German parentage and background, you are the ideal man, for a very dangerous mission we would ask you to consider. You of course, have a perfect right to refuse if you wish. God knows man, you have done your bit in this war, and you deserve a break. I would also like to congratulate you on your immediate promotion to full Commander, which was confirmed just after you sailed." "Moving on, your perfect knowledge of German, and intimate knowledge of Germany plus your past record as a signals expert, are just what we need. In short, we want you to defect to Germany with Anne-Marie here as your wife. She is a trusted double agent, and you will be working with her as your boss. This is a lot to ask of you, and you will of course be reviled in the press here in the UK as a traitor, and also in America. That is sure to happen, your defection will soon become public knowledge as the Germans love that sort of propaganda, and Lord Haw Haw will exploit it for all he is worth. But we need you somehow to get hold of the German naval U Boat codes, and you can only do that if the Nazis trust you implicitly. We are almost certain that Admiral Doenitz will want to make use of you in some way, and could give you the opportunity to get those important codes. We can only hope that will happen quickly. The U Boats are sinking our merchant ships faster than we can build them, and getting those codes back to us will be vital in winning the U Boat war. Your fluency in German and your signals experience is a vital component of this operation. The main thing is that we need to get a copy of them without their knowledge. If they suspect we have a copy, they will certainly change the codes, and the whole exercise will be pointless." Tony hesitated for a few moments, as he absorbed what he had just heard, the whole idea had come right out of the blue, and various thoughts and problems ran through his head. Anne-Marie who spoke in a strong French accent interrupted his thoughts. "Of course if you don't have the balls to do the job you are useless to me Commander" Tony reacted angrily. "There is more than a question of balls, mademoiselle I have a ship to worry about, and certain other practicalities to consider." Mr. Broughton spoke up with anger in his voice. "You should learn to keep your mouth shut mademoiselle. You have had time to consider and work on the scheme, but the Commander has just been told of the task ahead. He has just returned from an arduous patrol, and he is entitled to have a few moments to consider all the options." Tony said. "Sir', would it be possible to work with someone else, rather than this lady here? " "I am sorry Tony, but Anne-Marie is a good and trustworthy operator, in fact she is the best, and the only option. It takes great skill to do what she is being asked to do as a double agent. But as you have noted, she has an unfortunate habit of being a bit headstrong." "A deadly fault in a secret agent, I would have thought sir." Tony replied sarcastically. The whole idea was buzzing around in his head. Tony was happy with Tenacious, she was a good boat with a good crew, but Tony also knew that hundreds of seamen were dying every day, bringing vital supplies to our shores, and if he could do anything to save their lives Tony would do that. "Yes sir. I will do it; I must do it, if there is no other way." "According to your record, you are not married or engaged or anything are you Commander?" "No sir" Tony replied. "Good, because you two have to be husband and wife in every way." Mr. Broughton responded. "You do not seem happy with that idea Commander?" Anne-Marie asked. "We have not got off to a good start Mademoiselle, and on this short acquaintance it would seem we may have significant marital problems." Tony replied. "M'siur, we are booked in at the Keppels Head for the next 10 days as Commander and Mrs. Nash she replied, I already have a room, and tomorrow we marry for real at Portsmouth registry office. You see the Germans are not fools they know a lot about what happens over here, especially in the Portsmouth area, and we can take nothing to chance. When we leave this office we go hand in hand, as a happily betrothed couple." Captain S/M shook his hand. Sardonically he said "Congratulations on your sudden marriage. In a way Tony, I was secretly hoping that you would refuse. However, your number one is due for his perisher's course and he can go on that straight away. I have a new Captain and First Lieutenant for Tenacious standing by. The crew will be told that as you have been promoted you are being re-appointed. Which you were going to be anyway at the end of this patrol." "Bill is ready for command sir, so he should do well on his course. But I need to have some handover time" Tony replied. "Sorry Tony you have little or no time, we will sort out those problems ourselves the with base staff. But I am pretty sure there is a party for you being laid on at the Keppels Head to celebrate your promotion at the present time." After a detailed briefing taking about two hours, they arrived at the Keppels Head, hand in hand. To Tonys amazement most of the boats crew were already there drinking. It gave him a chance to introduce Anne-Marie as his prospective wife to the ships company, who seemed very puzzled at why it had been kept such a secret. "My fiancé has been working away for some time on secret war work, and it was essential we did not advertise our relationship, now the situation has changed, so now we can get hitched properly. I am afraid also, that I am leaving you anyway, as I now have my other half ring and I am now a full Commander, a new captain and First Lieutenant will be joining tomorrow." Tony told them. Eventually they got to their room, and to his surprise found all his kit waiting for him, with Anne-Marie's toilet gear and wardrobe. They had agreed not to bicker or fight with each other after their initial clash, and each of them were making a positive attempt to become better acquainted. She had apologized, using the excuse that they had been planning the whole operation for about three weeks and the success or failure of the whole operation hung on his acceptance. "Tony I am really sorry. You had me very worried for a few moments." She had said. Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Anne-Marie Anne-Marie lay back in the bath and thought about the afternoon's events. She was pleasantly surprised at meeting Tony. She had seen his record, and she had been informed that if anything he had a bit of a record as a bit of a womaniser, so she had no doubts that the sexual side of their marriage would not create a great problem. She bitterly regretted her hasty remarks earlier that afternoon, and now she was feeling increasingly optimistic about the whole operation. She was fairly sure now that he was a man she could work with. However the big hurdle was yet to come. She had avoided nearly all sexual contact since her disastrous marriage, and now to have to climb into bed with a strange man was a wee bit nerve wracking. She knew it had to be done, the Gestapo were no fools, and any inconsistency in their cover story could be fatal. Anne-Marie was 24, and was born of a Belgian mother and a French father, and brought up in a small town on the Belgian coast not far from Zeebrugge. They were a relatively wealthy family, and well known and respected in the area. In 1938 she had met a young German man named Wolfram who was on holiday. They had fallen in love, and despite her parents dislike, and distrust of Germans they had married. The wedding in Zeebrugge had been a typical German drunken affair. On her wedding night she retired to bed awaiting her husband, who she was sure would join her shortly for their honeymoon. She had taken great care of her toilet, and was wearing a lovely silk nightgown which was a present from her mother. It was past 1.oclock in the morning when he had arrived at the bridal suite. He had that night taken her virginity in brutal and drunken fashion. Leaving her dazed, and bruised. After he had finished, and before staggering away to get more beer he had invited his best man to avail himself of his "French whore" as he called her. In all she was raped four times that night by Wolframs friends. The next morning, Wolfram had been very apologetic, and eventually, because she was so deeply in love with him when he was sober, and she was frightened to tell her father what had happened fearing a violet reaction from him, so she decided to stay with him. But the desire for revenge, burned somewhere deep inside her. She could never completely forgive him, and she stayed with him out of pride, and to give him a chance to redeem himself. However she ensured that in the few months before war was declared she never conceived. It was in August, when Wolfram was recalled to Germany to join his SS unit. She was obliged to go with him, and they stayed in the family home at the village of Rickelrath near Wegburg. His family were nice respectable people, and when eventually his sister Ursula, sensing Anne-Maries marital unhappiness, and eventually after persistent questioning discovered how her brother had treated his new wife on their wedding night, she was angry, and told the whole family. Naturally the family were shocked, at first they found it hard to believe her, but apparently unknown to her, he had previously twice been accused of similar rape offences against local single girls. His father blamed the SS doctrine, and training for his behaviour. He personally hated the Nazi regime, and like many others of his generation was convinced that they would bring disaster to Germany. In 1939 the war started and after the fall of France she was informed that her husband had been killed by the resistance in a partisan ambush. She was shocked and saddened, in a way, but she also felt a big sense of relief. After a short period of mourning she was considering returning to her parent's home in Belgium. However, the Germans firmly believing that she must be seeking revenge for the death of her newly wed husband, and knowing that she spoke both French, Flemish and German reasonably well, invited her to join them as a secret agent working with the Gestapo. They wanted her to return to Belgium and join the resistance, to betray the underground fighters. Anne Marie had no illusions about the ruthlessness of the Nazi regime felt that it would be better to go along with them. She suspected that to refuse outright could bring her greater danger. She agreed that she was seeking revenge and was the right person for the job. Feigning enthusiasm, she threw herself into the mandatory training programme. Reluctant Hero She was seeking revenge alright, but nor for her husbands death, but for the invasion of her country, and what they were doing to her beloved France. Thinking quickly, she decided this could be a good way to help throw a spanner in the works of the German regime, and if she was cunning enough, to get a measure of revenge on Germany and the Nazi party. From there, it was easy to convince her controllers that she could quite easily become a double agent. When the opportunity arose and with Gestapo permission she defected to England, and offered her services, and during the next fifteen months soon proved her worth. She kept the Gestapo fooled and provided quite a bit of good intelligence to the British. British intelligence provided her with snippets of intelligence which had kept the Nazi's interested until her Nazi controller Herr Schaeffer, suggested one day in passing that perhaps she could somehow get a high ranking British Officer to defect to the Nazi's. The propaganda value would be enormous to the Third Reich. Anne-Marie promised she would explore the idea, but when she suggested it to her boss in London he just laughed, but a quite junior clerk overhearing the conversation interrupted, and suggested that perhaps Lt Cdr Tony Nash might be the ideal candidate. He spoke German fluently and still had a grandmother and other relatives living in Berlin. It was pointed out that his specialty had been in signals, and he would certainly have sufficient expertise to recognise any German codes, which would be of value. From this conversation, the idea was born, and the operational details developed. The idea was that Anne-Marie would have met the Commander at some time previously whilst in England, and had sensed that he was inclined to be sympathetic to the German cause. Having met again they had fallen in love and then had become engaged to be married. Now the first step had been taken and now between them they had to develop a fool proof cover story that they hoped would satisfy the Gestapo. For Tony that first night with Anne-Marie was a night to treasure, and to remember. When they eventually slept they did not hear the bombs that fell in the distance, which made an important yet vital change to their wedding plans. It was almost ten o clock next morning when he awoke, to the sound of the shower in the adjoining bathroom. Today was his wedding day, but just as he was coming to grips with the idea, he became aware of the banging on the bedroom door. The landlord called out "Commander there is a telephone call for you in the lobby." He grabbed his dressing gown, and went down stairs where Mr. Broughton told him that they could not marry today, as the Registrars office had been bombed the previous night. "You will just have to live in sin for the present Commander, until and unless we can find an alternative. It is possible that the ceremony could take place tomorrow at the Guildhall." One of the problems they faced was that they were fairly sure that they were being watched. Portsmouth as a Naval Base was almost certain to have enemy agents or sympathisers in the area such as the IRA, and the Germans would also be checking on Anne-Marie closely. They trusted no-one, and had spies spying on spies. Briefing would have to be done in a variety of ways, using a wide range of subterfuge methods. The easiest way was to use the ships handover procedure, as the excuse for several clandestine meetings. Tony quickly learned that Anne-Marie was a very professional person, stubborn, and even at times she could be a hard person; yet beneath this entire hard exterior, their was a very loveable personality, waiting to get out. Tony had no doubt that she would be prepared to die for any person she cared for deeply enough. She spent many hours that week turning him into an agent, and a believable husband and lover. Tony was told that he would be allowed to pass certain classified secret information on to the Germans, to make his cover more believable. Anne-Marie in turn, left no stone unturned as she pumped him for information on his background, and his story, and sought every bit of information a wife should have about a husband. In return she told him in detail about her past Tony was shocked at her experiences .It seemed to Tony that she had done well to get over her past marital bad experiences, and now she carried out her marital obligations with Tony with zest and enthusiasm. One night she told him that he had been responsible for this; she found Tony a completely satisfying, and considerate lover. The image they portrayed as a married couple, was not false, but was certainly on his part very genuine. Later that day they were told that a temporary register office had been opened at Portsmouth Guildhall. Shortly before the ceremony, a knock on the bedroom door revealed a messenger from Gieves the naval outfitters, with a brand new reefer jacket and hat with gold braid as a wedding present from the ships company of HMS Tenacious. As Bill his First Lieutenant told him later. "We couldn't let our skipper get married in the wrong uniform now sir could we?" A reception had been laid on at the Keppels Head where some influence had been brought to bear, to provide a wartime wedding cake, and the booze flowed freely for a few hours until normal opening time. Over the next few days Tony gradually developed a deep affection for Anne-Marie, but inevitably the time for their departure arrived, and the honeymoon was over. The time had come to depart into enemy territory. Their first hurdle was to develop a plan to account for Tonys departure from the UK which took quite a bit of soul searching. This was not easy and took some time to formulate. Once they were in France Anne-Marie could contact her controller, and his defection could go ahead as planned. But first they had to provide a plausible escape plan. They knew they were going into terrible danger, and they were also warned that the mission must remain a secret, especially from the resistance. The Germans had successfully infiltrated the resistance movement in the past. Tony had been warned, and was fully aware that if he was captured he would be executed as a spy. Next Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Tony Tony had been born in Berlin to a German mother, and a British father. His father had been a diplomat in the British Embassy in Berlin, and he had therefore spent most of his early life as a child in Berlin. His family had moved back to England in 1928, to the family farm in Wiltshire which was run by his Aunt in conjunction with her own farm which adjoined theirs. He had finished his schooling, and then gone on to Oxford. He subsequently decided on a career in the Royal Navy, and had gone on to Dartmouth the Royal Naval College and then commenced his subsequent career in the Royal Navy. He enjoyed his leaves from the Royal Navy, and he very soon started taking an active part in the farms management, together with his first cousin Jean an attractive brunette who was about his own age, and unbeknown to him had a big crush on him. Many of the local girls including a few young married women set their hats at him, but Tony was a typical sailor and employed the philosophy "Love them and leave them." He studiously avoided any romantic entanglements, especially as it was fairly commonly assumed that war was imminent. The armed forces were recruiting for the Territorial Army and the RNVR was busy training weekend sailors. Contracts were hurriedly being given to local engineering works for military supplies. Even in 1937 people were being encouraged to dig air raid shelters and schools and public buildings such as schools were pasting bandages over large windows, as a protection against flying glass from bomb explosions. Even Neville Chamberlains return from his ill fated meeting with Adolf Hitler and waving a piece of paper and saying "Peace in our time" seemed only the spur necessary to redouble the efforts. Jean his cousin tried her hardest to get his attention, but Tony regarded her more like a sister. As far as he was concerned she was a good mate, and good fun, but no romantic thoughts ever occurred to him as far as Jean was concerned. Obviously, Tony was bilingual and could easily pass as a natural German. Unknown to him in the early planning stage of this operation Anne-Marie had on the spur of the moment planted the idea in the minds of her German controller, that she was sure that she could get a naval Officer to defect. From that position, the Admiralty had been approached officially, to find someone who had all the necessary qualities and the whole scheme had escalated. She had initially only been concerned in cementing her own position in the eyes of the German hierarchy but someone at the Admiralty with their wits about them suddenly caught on to the possibilities, and the idea of trying to get hold of enemy U Boat codes grew. One factor that had eluded Tonys official records was that he was also fluent in French, and had a good working knowledge of Flemish. He realised in the early planning stages of the mission that somehow this did not seem to be known by his controller. He decided at the time that it might be a good idea to keep the knowledge to himself. He had won his VC when he was First Lieutenant of an S Boat, which had found her forrard hydroplanes entangled in the cable of a floating mine. He had worked for an hour with a hand saw to free the cable in freezing cold water and at great risk to himself. Undoubtedly he saved the lives of all his shipmates and the submarine. Shortly after this he had been selected, and taken his Perishers command course which he passed, and had been subsequently appointed to his first command another S Class submarine. Later he was appointed to HMS Tenacious in which he had been very successful and he had received accelerated promotion. Only the best officers were selected for the "Perishers course" and those who subsequently failed the course were returned to General Service. It was not a disgrace to fail, but the rule was that they could not ever serve in submarines again in their career. One factor in Tonys favour for this operation, was the fact that prior to the war he had visited Germany frequently to visit his grandparents and friends. He knew Berlin well and had on several occasions as a young boy gone on holiday to Bavaria and the Black Forest with his grandparents. For a time he considered studying at the University at Heidelberg, but his parents pointed out that a career in the Royal Navy was best served by studying at a British University. There was an element of truth in the fact that he did have many friends and close family who as far as he knew were still alive in the Berlin area. In fairness Tony had since the start of war worried about his grandparents, and cousins in Berlin and he vowed to himself that given the opportunity, he would pay them a visit if this operation went ahead. Now on the first night of his marriage to Anne-Marie, he lay in bed as she slept with her head on his shoulder. He had to admit that in the few hours that he had known her, she was getting under his skin, and he was quite quickly becoming quite fond of her. Their lovemaking had been mind blowing, and Anne-Marie seemed in every possible way the perfect wife. He shifted his body slightly to get her head into a more comfortable position. She was not totally asleep but moved down his body and for the third time that night she had his cock in her mouth and licking and sucking with enthusiasm. Suddenly she stopped and walked to the window to look at the flashing of shells and the crump of bombs as the Luftwaffe once again visited Portsmouth. Turning she walked back to the bed and taking her nightdress in both hands she pulled the silk garment over her head , tossing it on the floor behind her in one swift fluid movement before she reached down and took his head in her hands. She kissed him with unrestrained passion. "Damn you Tony Nash what have you done to me?" She mumbled. As she kissed him again and again. "I can not afford to fall in love in my job, and you are making me feel very vulnerable." Tony looked up at her as she stood naked in the faint light of the moon through the window. He held out his arms "Oh, God, Anne-Marie, I've fallen for you too in a big way. We could lose it all." "I must not fall in love with you, if we did we must not let it show when we get over the other side." "I want you so desperately, even though I should know better." Tony said. "Anne-Marie we can only live for now. I'm here and you are here, and the moon is shining, lets not waste it." "Yes. Thank God, we have had these few nights to ourselves" She crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees. Her full breasts, tipped with moonlight, hung down just inviting his attention, and he reached for them greedily. As he did she fell forward on top of him. She lay with the full length of her breasts pressed against his body. Feeling his hardness probing against her thighs. For some moments he caressed and fondled her. Enjoying her rigid nipples, the full roundness of her breasts, the warmth at the nape of her neck, the hot liquid wetness of her thighs. She lay still accepting his caresses, responding hotly. Her lips parted, her tongue pushed between them , she kissed his mouth and along his chin , his adams apple, and the lobe of his ear She closed her fingers over his on her breasts. We've got to be careful Anne-Marie. You mustn't get pregnant it could be almost disastrous. "We have to be careful" "Darling you make it almost impossible." His hand moved down across the rounded planes of her belly, the muscles firm and taut. "I'm getting fat. She whispered. "I will have to step up my exercises." "Darling, fucking is said to be good exercise, and I think I am in love with you after only a few hours." Tony whispered. "Tony you will meet other women and you will be expected to fuck them. You must promise me that you will do what you have to do. Never let the Nazis know how important we are to each other. We must both stay alive, that is one of the most important things." "Yes I understand. If that's the way its got to be .from now on." Tony responded. Tony would not have had it any other way. Much as he thought he loved Anne-Marie, Tony knew in his own heart that given an attractive woman he could never be totally faithful. It was not in his nature During his leaves he had never been short of female company .There had been Maria the beautiful Spanish girl who had been a hot favourite, and who was almost as randy as he was, but even she had been jealous of the amount of competition that existed for his favours. Maria was very hot, and very sexy, but Tony took what he wanted -- like all the others he loved her and left her Now he was with the one woman who had finally, at least for the time being, had captured his senses. She was something very special, and he could think of no-one else while he was with her. She exuded something very special, and when she made love, it was though she was giving him her all. It was a type of total abandonment he found suited his needs. She lay supine in his arms, her blue eyes gazing up at him, silently commanding him to make love to her. She did not need to speak, her eyes conveyed the command, and he could not refuse. His fingers moved down between the full wetly hot lips to her clitoris, which stood rigid, under his fingers. His breath hurt in his throat . Her hand caught his stiffened cock and worked it with a kind of gentleness. "You can't stand this," she whispered. "I'll go down on you." "It's all right. Just hold me." His heart thudded and he felt his cock grow harder in her hand, engorged with fresh flooding of blood.. She slipped down alongside his body, tracing her tongue across and over the muscled ridge of his belly. She lay her head on his stomach and opened her mouth. He thrust her forward roughly and she took his cock inside, her hot mouth closing, His quivering hands closed in her blonde hair. His breathing rasped across his opened lips. and it was as if all the sensation in his body was concentrated in her sucking mouth. "Wait," he pleaded ."Please wait. She withdrew her head with a faint whimper, staring up at him in the darkness 'I can't help it Anne-Marie, I've got to have it in you now." "I want you to." She rolled over on her back and lay with her knees bent, her legs spread wide. She extended her arms , pulling him down on her . "He thrust himself into her vagina , gasping I have to be in you Anne-Marie . Deep in you. Only then I will know you are mine." "I'm yours. For ever darling. Harder. Do it Harder." He heard as if from a great distance her soft moans, felt her legs embrace his waist, her ankles lock fiercely at his back. He could scarcely breathe: for that instant he felt as though his heart had stopped. He was conscious only of the fearful beating of the blood in his temples. He thrust himself upwards into her as deeply as he could, and lay still gasping for breath. He had difficulty speaking." "I have really fallen in love with you which is crazy after two days." Anne-Marie became serious, "Remember darling and if you truly love me, if there is any trouble you walk away from me ... don't worry about me -- you must complete the mission if at all possible." She shivered slightly. "No sense -- in both of us being killed for nothing." Tony drove himself in her as hard as he could, pleasing her and punishing her in the same instant. He worked his hips faster, and her head rolled back and forth on the bed. "You're my life Anne-Marie" he panted. I couldn't live without you. You know that" "I know that." Her own hips flailed upward in a savage rhythm. Matching his, increasing the tempo faster, faster until they lunged together that was more like hatred than love, more like a wish to destroy than to share, a totally unbridled passion. She sagged beneath him, spent and felt the full weight of his body on hers in helpless exhaustion. "I know darling but you must face the fact that you must, so many lives depend on us." The wedding was a wonderful affair with all the ships company of HMS Tenacious turning out at the Guildhall at the temporary registrar's office. It was attended by a lot of senior officers, and even the Rear Admiral Submarines made a brief appearance. The new captain and First Lieutenant of Tenacious were both known to Tony and he wished them well. The next few days were very busy as Tony underwent a crash course on helping him to survive in enemy territory. Much of this was trying to change his personality, to be utterly ruthless where it mattered. The mission was the major priority nothing else mattered, and it was hammered into him that the very survival of the British Empire was in his hands. For the first time he learned much about the Nazi regime that was not public knowledge. Information on Gestapo techniques, and what the fiends were capable of were trickling through to his instructors and the British high command. He knew that he was being conditioned to learn how to survive, and how he must be utterly ruthless in the pursuit of his mission. He now got confirmation of what Anne-Marie had been drilling into him even in the few hours they had known each other, that they must not show their intense love for one another. It was a weakness which the Gestapo would pounce on, if they deemed it necessary. In a crash course he learned how to kill quickly and silently, to pick locks and to make simple explosive devices. Above all he learned that he had to do what he had to do to complete his mission. To trust no-one not even his own wife, and to keep his own counsel. Little did he realise at the time that he would soon be called upon to put many of these lessons into practice Chapter 4 Next Reluctant Hero Chapter 4 Occupied territory One of the initial problems they encountered was the question of how would they get out of the country together. Anne-Marie was a double agent, and that could be easily arranged, but Tony could not just book a passage. It was with some difficulty that he convinced the RAF controller that he was just going for the flight to finish briefing Anne-Marie, and would return on the plane, that he was reluctantly allowed to board. After boarding the Lysander just after dark, the pilot came back to see them with his co-pilot before they took off. "Now when we land I will stop for only about thirty seconds, and you must disembark with no fuss from the starboard side of the plane and very quickly. If you break a leg 'tough.' I will turn the plane into the wind ready for take-off, and there may be people waiting to board. They will board on the port side and only have about thirty seconds for them to get board and then I will be off again. If they are not on board I leave them. So its up to you to get off, and don't get in the way of boarders, or the props. Tony was now dressed in just grey flannel trousers and a sweater with a small bag containing his shaving gear and one or two other personal effects. He had his naval pay book to prove his identity, and some family photos of his relatives in Berlin. The journey was uneventful, and they touched down as planned. The co-pilot had the door opened as they taxied, and Tony followed Anne-Marie on the short trip to the ground as the plane rolled to a stop. They were closely followed by a few assorted packages that nearly landed on top of them. Getting to their feet they ran towards a flashing light under the trees where they were greeted by two or three heavily armed muffled figures in the dark. Within minutes they were lying in the back of a farm truck on their way to a safe house. They had originally planned to go straight to Anne-Marie's apartment, which her parents had given her as a wedding present in Zeebrugge. However, the leader of the partisans decided because the Germans were very active that night that it was too dangerous. It was almost as though they had been tipped off about something. They were taken to a small farmhouse, and fed a lovely vegetable soup by the family, in the farmhouse kitchen and then they were both taken to a barn where they were hidden in a small cubby hole room behind a hay stack, whose original use Tony guessed had been a tack room. Anne-Marie had genuine documentation, and the resistance leader knew her well. But he was not inclined to take unnecessary risks. They were escorted to their hideout by his daughter a pretty young girl of about seventeen called Janine. The fact that Tony was fluent in French, and had a working knowledge of Flemish had been overlooked by the Admiralty, and he had not told anyone even Anne-Marie. It allowed him to listen to conversations, and gauge reactions, no-one was aware that he was following what they were saying. It was a decision which was to stand him in good stead in later days. Tony soon realised that Janine was trying to come on to him, but it was easy for him to pretend he did not understand her. Although she had a good smattering of English. In desperation at his lack of interest, she used an opportunity to briefly fondle the front of his pants when Anne-Marie was not looking Although Anne-Marie did not see the incident, Janine's other actions were easily understood by her, who told her quite forcibly in front of her father that Tony and her were husband and wife, and to lay off him. Tony wondered whether Janine was a little suspicious, and may know something about their operation. He awoke some hours later to feel Anne-Marie's warm body lying beside him. Her hand was gently fondling his cock, and her soft lips were nuzzling his neck. Anne-Marie whispered. Please honey; we do not know what will happen from now on, so let's take this opportunity" His cock was as usual responding with enthusiasm to her delicate touch, and soon he was enjoying the feel of her lips, and the subtle aroma of her perfume. Tony was sure now that he was in love with Anne-Marie, and she was the only woman for him, and he had to take this romantic opportunity. He turned towards her, and put his arm round her neck so it nestled on his shoulder and they were face to face. Their bodies were touching almost all the way down to their knees. His cock was nestling between her legs rubbing up against her warm damp vagina. They lay like that for a few moments, their tongues intertwined, and he was enjoying the feel of her firm young breasts against his chest. After a few moments she lifted her head and rolled him over on to his back. She placed one of her nipples into his mouth. It was as hard as a bullet and he nibbled it with his teeth. The effect was almost violent as her body responded vigorously, to the sensations she was obviously experiencing. After about two minutes she lifted her torso, and put her hand down to guide his cock into her incredibly warm and tight love tunnel. She gradually eased her body down as his cock penetrated as far as it could go. This was the girl Tony had come to love in only ten days. The feeling she was generating were out of this world, as she lay down on top of him, her breasts on his chest, gently rotating her hips as she started passionately kissing him again. Then she sat up, and started moving up and down on his cock her head thrown back as she savoured every penetration of his cock. Tony managed with her help to penetrate deeper, and deeper, and he could feel every inch of her on the tip of his cock with every penetration. It was only seconds later that her first orgasm came, followed in quick succession by a series of more violent orgasms. Tony could feel her juices running down his legs as quickly joining her he quickly came in a long orgasm of his own. He seemed to be pumping into her for a very long time, before they both collapsed breathing heavily on to the blanket. They lay their for about ten minutes before he slipped out of her, and she reluctantly got to her feet. Silently she slipped on her dress and left, motioning to Tony to stay where he was. Tony quickly dressed in the cramped space, and waited. Anne-Marie returned after about five minutes with a mug of very strong coffee. Tony followed her out into the bright morning sunlight, as she pointed to a horse trough, telling him that was where he could freshen up. Tony splashed water over his face, and hands, immediately feeling fresher as Janine came out the farmhouse door smiling warmly at him, as she crossed the yard towards him pointedly ignoring Anne-Marie. An hour later Tony and Anne-Marie were sat together on a local bus, joining the morning exodus of local people carrying chickens and vegetables to market. They sat close together like two lovers as they made their way in the drizzling rain towards Zeebrugge. Anne-Marie had valid travel documents as a German citizen, and Tonys had been skillfully made by experts, so they had little worries in that respect. The resistance had provided two escorts who sat well at the back of the bus. One of them was the beautiful Janine, and the other her older brother. Tony was a little bothered by Janine and her persistence, who despite being told that Anne-Marie was his wife, still seemed determined to 'come on' to him at every opportunity. They had no problem at the check points, the mixture of Gendarmes and Wehrmacht seemed totally bored and fed up with their job, and seemed to be quite casual in their inspection of the identity papers. They arrived at her home without incident and he was impressed with Anne-Maries small apartment. It was very feminine in décor, and it was nice to be able to relax with a glass of wine, while after a quick shower she went to the Wehrmacht headquarters. He sat by the window overlooking the street, and after a while he became aware of a portly little man standing in the doorway of an empty shop opposite. Tony watched him for a while, and he became increasingly sure that he was their watching the apartment. This caused him some small concern, but their was nothing he could logically do, so Tony decided it was best just to watch discreetly, and wait for Anne-Marie to return. She would know what to do. Anne-Marie was gone a long time, and all he could do was wait impatiently. There was little traffic on the road, and most of it was horse drawn. After a short time, he became aware of a horse and cart coming slowly up the street, and as far as he could see from the apartment that it was full of semi liquid manure. Tony with his experience of farming almost felt as though he could almost smell it from where he sat in the apartment. He could see that it was moving with the rolling of the cart and obviously very liquid. As it came opposite the watching man in the doorway opposite, their was a terrific commotion and the whole load seemed to slip sideway into the doorway, covering the watching man opposite in some very obnoxious dung. At the same time Tony heard a tapping on the door. He opened it cautiously and Janine slipped inside. "The Gestapo is watching you." She said. "I knew I was being watched." He told her. "Anne-Marie will be quite a long time I think. I think she is a Nazi" Janine said. "That she is not, I can assure you." Tony protested "Anyway why do you think that?" he asked. "We followed her to the Gestapo headquarters, and she is still their now." "Trust me, Janine we know what we are doing it is all part of our mission; Tony said knowing full well that somehow he had to divert her away from her doubts. "Come and have a drink and lets talk." Tony said as his mind tried to come up with a solution to allay her doubts. Fortunately Anne-Marie had a good stock of drinks in her sideboard and Janine asked for a cognac and Tony poured her a liberal glass. Being less generous with his own drink as he knew he had to keep his wits about her. He sat down on the settee with her, letting his body just touch hers. "Take your coat off and relax." Tony suggested. Janine stood up and took her raincoat off and gave it to Tony to hang up. The thought struck Tony that he must play for time, and just hope that Anne-Marie came back soon. She would surely know what to do. Sitting down next to her once again he let his free arm rest along the back of the settee. He felt Janine relax a little as she took a swallow of her drink. Then he said. "Janine we owe you a lot for the way you have looked after us, so I can tell you that I knew that Anne-Marie was going to the Wehrmacht headquarters. I don't know why, but the fact that we are in a long complicated nasty war, means that there are many things that we have to accept, and do not ask questions about. We just have to live for the day, and trust our superiors know what they are doing. Tony knew that Anne-Marie had the task of organizing the defection of Tony to the German military authority. They had previously discussed the situation with their superiors in England, and Tony knew it would not be easy to just walk into a German barracks, and announce himself. It had to be done with a certain amount of finesse, and that was what Anne Marie was attempting to arrange. Janine looked up at Tony, and for the first time he realised just how sexy she was. She was probably only about seventeen and like most seventeen year old girls, her hormones were raging almost out of control. Fully realising the implications of what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Janine's returned Tonys kiss passionately, her doubts for the time being swept aside. To her Tony was a breath of fresh air, he was a lovely sexy man who was kissing her, it wasn't just any farm labourer stinking of cow dung, or an immature schoolboy kissing her but a mature handsome man, a sleek, powerful and beautifully hung man of her wildest erotic dreams, who she had heard making passionate love to Anne-Marie last night, while she lay outside listening. Tony guessed that now the only way to buy time was to make love to her. It was the sort of situation which he was sure and fervently hoped that Anne-Marie would approve. But he dare not let her loose with her suspicions. She was young and impetuous, and she would be a loose cannon unless he could divert her attentions elsewhere. As they kissed he felt her fingers undoing his fly buttons on his trousers and within seconds she had leaned forward and taken his cock in her mouth and was sucking inexpertly but with a lot of enthusiasm. Nevertheless, he felt his rising orgasm as he began erupting in her mouth. Now Janine sank her fingernails into his buttocks and gagged as the thick flood of his juices exploded in her, mouth until she thought she was drowning. Tony gently suggested "lets go to the bedroom Janine it will be much more comfortable. She looked up at him, her eyes alight with enthusiasm as she stood up and help out her hands for him to join her. In the bedroom, they wasted no time in undressing. As they lay back on the bed Janine moaned happily and reached for his semi-limp cock, grasping it tightly in her fingers. With her hot fingers caressing him he was ready within a few seconds. When Tony started to climb on top of her, she shook her head, still fondling and pumping his cock in her soft hot hands. "Not yet," Janine panted, licking her lips. "Let's talk for a few minutes, Tony. I want to know about you and Anne-Marie, how long have you been married, and how many other girls have you had? Tony stared at her surprised. But Janine's eyes shone with burning curiosity, and her ripe flesh trembled eagerly. He knew that Janine already had a crush on him, much to Anne-Maries annoyance. "Right now my darling Janine I am only making love to you". Tony said smiling down at her eager smiling face, and squeezing one of her nipples to make her shiver and moan. Tony knew that some young girls can fall madly in love with a man after he'd fucked them; so much so, it was often embarrassing at times getting rid of them later. But now he was hoping against hope that this was one of those occasions. If he could ensure that Janine had fallen for him she would be less likely to cause him problems, or so he hoped. He could see that she was wallowing in hot anticipation now, prolonging the suspense as she dreamily tit-fucked his huge cock. Tony was wanting her bad now. Naked, she was so sexy and silky and had a lovely ripely curved body and luscious buttocks, the most sensuous, provocative ass he had ever seen. "Anne-Marie and I have known each other for long time, but we only married 11 days ago, but I wonder already whether I should have married in wartime?" Janine looked at him and then said. "I would marry you tomorrow, if you were free Tony, war or no war. These days you have to take what you can get when you can get it." Tony thought rapidly, he was slightly embarrassed at her comment but then he said. "Thank you Janine, you are a really lovely and very brave and also a very intelligent girl, and any man who marries you must think he is very lucky. That is a wonderful thing you have just said to me." He could see that Janine was extremely hot now, and he could feel eager tiny tremors rippling through her body in anticipation. Tony embraced her gently and rolled her over so that she was underneath him with his cock now fully engorged He pointed his cock at her pussy, framed by delicately curly -hairs. He gripped her trembling buttocks in one hand and held it firm. Then he placed his cock against the entrance to her love tunnel, and slowly, and very carefully, he pushed inside her... "Oooow, Tony," moaned Janine, trembling from head to toe with excitement, "that's big! Ummm, but good, honey, oh so hot and good. He now grasped both her tiny buttocks tightly in his hands now, pulling her to him as he worked his cock in slowly, enjoying her youthful delicious tightness and warmth. Gradually getting into a rhythm, she started to push back against him in time with his movements . Looking down he could see the lovely sight of her pussy swallowing his cock, which was now covered with her juices as he moved gently in and out of her. He began moving faster and faster, hot thrills racing through his cock and balls from her tight, sucking love tunnel. Each time Tony pushed forward, his cock created a delicious friction against her vagina-walls that made her pant and tremble feverishly. Deep, wild animal type moans came from Janine's throat now as she started to climax in waves of lust. She swung back enthusiastically to meet his thrusts. "Oh, Tony, darling, this is lovely! I'm cumming honey Hurry, shoot it in me, oh God, HURRY!" He concentrated on fucking her to a steady, powerful rhythm, ignoring her sobs and cries for him to cum Janine was thrashing, and wriggling her luscious body in a frenzy on his cock, screaming that she was unable to stop coming, and demanding that Tony cum straight away! But he ignored her, concentrating on his own pleasure as shudders of excitement rippled through his body. .But for all his experience he was now having an ordeal trying to control his own nerve-jarring excitement, as Janine wailed and squirmed and whipped her fiercely hot pussy in frenzy on his cock. Tony pumped steadily and forcefully, thrusting his cock into her incredibly tight young cunt. He could feel her boiling loins sucking at his, and her juices leaking in copious amounts on to the bed clothes. But inevitably, it was not long before he was soon spurting his juices in long hot bursts, as Janine's pussy sucked on his cock in spasms of unrestrained bliss. As soon as he started shooting into her love tunnel, Janine shut her eyes and her body tensed to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. It was the best most mind blowing fuck of her life, Janine was hysterical with excitement. Gradually, after she'd sucked him dry with her wonderfully exciting and mind blowing cunt muscles Tony slipped out with a deep sigh and flopped down beside her. Kissing her in a long passionate kiss Now Janine wrapped her arms around him and burrowed her silky, sweating bosom into his chest, he saw the same adoring gleam in her eyes that he had seen in they eyes other young girls and he knew that for the time being, he had made a conquest and she was not thinking of doing anything to harm him, or so he hoped. Next Chapter 5 Chapter 5 At Gestapo Headquarters Anne-Marie sat impatiently, feeling somewhat frustrated as she faced the Colonel. He was not her direct controller, and she was a little afraid of him, but her unexpected success in recruiting Tony had meant that she was passed up the line, and now she was in the hands of a new man and no longer in the hands of her friendlier controller with no-one coming up with an idea, or with a solution as to what to do with Tony in the immediate near future. They all agreed that it would be madness to ignore him, until they got direct orders from Berlin, so they had to come up with an idea of some sort. The colonel had the reputation of being very unpredictable, and at times very irrational. He was no fool and he did realise however, that Tony could be a very important person in the Third Reich when the propaganda machine went to work, and he could quite easily become a man of influence in the Nazi party if he made the right decision now.. Therefore he determined to act in a manner which would exonerate him from all future criticism. He said. "Frau Shuppen you have done extremely well, and no doubt the Fuhrer will ensure that your hard work is properly recognised. It was not envisaged that your operation would succeed this well. You have indeed exceeded all our most optimistic expectations. To convince a hero no less than a VC to defect is a fantastic achievement. I am sure it is much more than Herr Goebells would have anticipated." Reluctant Hero She said "Thank you Herr Colonel, but Herr Colonel I have delivered the Commander as I was ordered to do by Herr Goebells. This part of my mission is finished, I do however, care for the man he is a nice man and he is genuine that is all. But we are married, although the Luftwaffe bombed Portsmouth the night before the wedding, and the ceremony had to be postponed. However we managed it in the end at a special ceremony at the Portsmouth Guildhall which became a temporary registry office... I have delivered him safely as I promised; he can of course live in my apartment for a few days, but I sense that some of the partisans are already a little suspicious. I need to leave him as I do not want my work with the partisans compromised. " The Colonel was getting exasperated with Anne-Marie. "Frau Shuppen, you have done well, but if you do not look after him until I get orders from Berlin, I will have to lock him up. While he is with you, I hope I can trust you to keep him safe." A man in civilian clothes who Anne-Marie had rightly supposed was a senior Gestapo official replied curtly. "How do we know that he has not been planted to spy on us?" Anne-Marie said quietly. "You don't, but I do, I would not have brought him this far if I was not 100% sure of him." Anne-Marie seemed exasperated. Colonel I need to start working again, I have been in contact with a new partisan group, and can not be in two places at the same time. I must make contact again with this group soon, or they will become suspicious. I need to infiltrate them quickly if I am to do my work effectively and if possible before the publicity breaks on Herr Nash's defection. When it does I will have to denounce him if I am to stay credible with the partisan groups." The colonel said." I have just had an idea. Frau Schuppen, what if I arranged for your sister in Law to visit you to stay with you for a few days? Anne-Marie looked utterly confused, but as the Colonel spoke he rang a bell on his desk, within a few moments a tall slim blonde lady had entered the room dressed in Wehrmacht uniform. She came to attention and gave the Nazi salute. "Here Frau Schuppen is Fraulein Helga she can be your Sister in Law who has come to visit you for a few days and also of course to visit her brothers grave." Anne-Marie smiled. Inside she was hurting, she was jealous she had no illusion about Fraulein Helga Nieumier, her reputation was not a well kept secret, but she dare not show it. The colonel said "Helga here will look after him, she will fuck his brains out if necessary, he will be too tired to be a nuisance or run away, and she can perhaps take him sightseeing." But immediately Ann-Marie suddenly sensed danger. "But Mein Herr, Fraulein Helga is well known, if he is seen with her in public it will blow our cover and the partisans will soon know that he has defected, and they will assume that I am also a traitor." The Colonel ignored Anne-Maries comments and went on to say. "Fraulein Helga you will change into civilian clothes, and go with Anne-Marie. You will be Fraulein Schuppen, Anne-Maries sister from Wegburg, who has come to visit, and you will keep a close eye on the man she is keeping in her apartment who is her husband. He is vitally important to the Third Reich and he must be kept safe and happy. You can, and must entertain him and keep him safe in any way short of physical abuse, for a few days, until I get orders from Berlin. She gave the Nazi salute and replied "Ja Herr Colonel." Anne Marie felt very sad as she waited for Helga to change, she knew that her time with Tony was coming to an end, at least for the time being, but they both knew this would have to happen. She had been away from the apartment for nearly five hours and she was worried about him. She knew he was sensible, but she was worried, that some of the partisans could be a little suspicious, and she was sure that she had been followed when she left home earlier that morning. She was also very worried about the reaction when Tony's defection became public knowledge, and the partisans would surely blame her, because she was married to him. It could destroy her cover story, and she would lose credibility. Previously it had been determined that the story that she would give to the partisans, would be that he had come to help them with communications problems, and when he defected she would publicly denounce him, and even stage a realistic failed attempt to kill him. She had not even considered the possibility that she would fall in love with him. Being a double agent was full of hidden risks. She realised now that she had no option but to go through with the original story. But she sensed that everything was going wrong, and she had a sense of impending doom. While she waited for Helga to join her she telephoned her apartment to tell Tony that she would not be too long. She told him that she had just met her Sister who had come to stay for a few days. To her dismay she had heard Janine's voice in the background, and she guessed that Janine had probably been 'coming on' to Tony in a big way. She felt a quick surge of hatred for Janine as she waited, but quickly she realised that they knew that they would face a parting of the ways, and if Tony had fucked Janine then he must have had a good reason. They knew that while apart from one another they had to do what they had to do to survive. Meanwhile Fraulein Helga was taking great care over her appearance and she was reveling in the thought that for a few days she would have a strong healthy man in her power. It had been a long time since she had been given the opportunity to have unlimited sex put freely at her disposal. She had packed her sexiest nightclothes and some of her best clothes as she put on her mackintosh, pulling the belt tight to enhance her figure; she took one last look in the mirror before leaving her quarters in the barracks. To report to the Colonel before rejoining Anne-Marie. Fraulein Helga had joined the Nazi party in 1937. She was now 25 years of age and had lovely blonde hair and blue eyes. She was extremely athletic, and had a figure the envy of most women. She was the typical Aryan beauty that the Fuhrer had sponsored. She enjoyed sex in all its forms, and was regarded quite rightly by many as a nymphomaniac. She had also quite willingly taken on the duties of being a very discreet assassin and had become a useful tool in disposing of members who in various ways were embarrassing to the party. She had been the mistress of one of Hitler's close advisors before the war, and had been invaluable in many roles where her sexual prowess was a distinct asset. She quite quickly had become an enthusiast of the Nazi party and all its aims. She obeyed orders willingly, and had no conscience where unsavory tasks were given her to perform. For two years she had gone as a mistress from one senior party leader to another when instructed. Pillow talk with her lovers had been invaluable in revealing possible traitors to the party, which had been quickly disposed of, or punished in an appropriate way. Her role in occupied Europe was to get acquainted with, and spy on co-operative Business men, people who either for financial reasons, or for genuine political reasons had decided to support the Nazi regime. Unfortunately, most of these subjects had been older men, or in some cases men who were more interested in other men than ladies. They were not the type of bedmates that were best suited to her tastes. Having been told by the Colonel that her job was to safeguard Tony Nash the defector from Britain, she was burning with anticipation. The Colonel had been quite explicit that she had full permission to seduce him, and keep him entertained. She thrilled at the task before her, she had an extensive sexual repertoire, and she guessed that she would have no problem getting and keeping a young handsome man like Tony under control and safe, providing of course she could keep his so-called wife out of the way. She was looking forward with burning anticipation to having a young man like him all to herself; it had been a long time since she had been given the opportunity to carry out a task like this. She just hoped that Berlin would be as slow as they usually were, in coming to a decision on Tony's future. The colonel has explained that one of her tasks with Tony was to endeavor if she could, to determine whether his defection was genuine. The colonel was afraid that a formal arrest and interrogation could damage his reputation with the hierarchy in the party. Much better, he thought to use Helgas wiles and experience, to wheedle any secrets from Tony. In any case her personal assessment of the man, and his personal habits, and sexual inclinations would be invaluable. The colonel knew that the fact that he had taken positive action would stand very much in his favour. Helga was an adept linguist and spoke French fluently. Her only regret was that she had never married, she had a secret desire to become a mother, and she longed to be able to settle down and raise a family, but she had been shuttled at party orders from one man to another. Many of her past partners were very much to her taste, and would have made satisfactory husbands, and given her the children which she yearned for, but duty had stood in the way. She stood in front of the Colonels desk and he whistled in appreciation "You have one last task Fraulein. One which I am sure you will relish. The colonel explained in detail what was required of her. .She smiled. "Ja Wohl, Herr Colonel it will be a pleasure and I will do that with pleasure." She gave the Nazi salute and turning she left the room to join the waiting Anne-Marie Meanwhile in the Admiralty London. Mr. Broughton stood with the First Sea Lord. His language was ripe and he said. "My Lord we have just sent one of our most promising Naval Officers to get the very information that HMS Bulldog has taken from U111. We have also compromised, and probably sent to her death one of our best double agents all for nothing. His was almost a forlorn task but he undertook it willingly, because he recognised how vital this information was to winning of the war. We all knew before he went that he had an uphill task, and that success was remote but we had to try something. The Admiral replied." Yes George, it is unfortunate and you were completely right to take the risk, or rather those brave people are to be commended for taking the risk, but no-one could have foreseen that all this gear would fall into our lap like this. The Captain of HMS Bulldog is absolutely certain that the prisoners were certain that the U Boat was sunk before she could be boarded, and so there is no reason for the Germans to suspect a thing. Just tell Nash and the girl to abort and return home if you can get a message to him, but don't give any details." Tony had enjoyed his sojourn with Janine and he was now confident that he had managed to allay her suspicions, but he was worried at the time Anne-Marie had been gone. The man watching the apartment had been replaced by another, and the mess cleaned up. The telephone call from Anne-Marie had triggered Janine's departure; she had no inclination to face Anne-Marie again having seduced her husband. She had no illusions about Anne-Marie, she was sure she was a traitor, and she was convinced that Tony was being duped. She kissed him, and whispered. "I will see you again soon darling, you are my man now." Tony breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind her and lay down on the bed for a nap before his wife arrived home. Chapter 6 Tragedy Strikes It was about an hour later that Anne-Marie returned home accompanied by the glamorous Fraulein Helga. Tony quickly realised that Anne-Marie was showing signs of tension, but he was highly intrigued by the glamorous blonde Fraulein Helga. They both came in shaking their umbrellas from the afternoon rain. Tony was a little surprised when he met Helga for the first time. She was extremely glamorous, and she exuded sex appeal and flaunted it. Anne Marie was not at all pleased with Tonys obvious reaction to Helga. "It's nice to meet you Herr Tony, Helga gushed, as she kissed him on the cheek, and took hold of his hand, not hurrying to release it. "I have heard so much about you, because Anne-Marie never stops talking about you, and I am so glad that you are going to join the Third Reich. It must have taken a lot of courage on your part. It is really fortuitous that I arrived just in time, as Anne-Marie has to go away on business for a few days, and I can be here to keep you company, so we can get to know each other properly until your future is sorted out by Berlin. I am sure that we will get on famously together." I will leave you to say your goodbyes to your lovely wife, while I unpack my clothes in the spare room. Anne-Marie bent over and kissed Tony. "She is not my Sister; she is a Nazi Wehrmacht guard working for the Gestapo here to watch over you." She whispered, "Beware, do not upset her she is very dangerous." Within minutes Frau Helga was back in the room. "I don't have many clothes she told Tony as I am only here for a few days. Perhaps Anne darling, you can show me where everything is in the kitchen before you go. Tony was left in a daze, somehow he had few illusions about what Helga wanted, and expected and would ensure that she got. He was sure that Anne-Marie meant just that when she said when she had murmured. "She is very dangerous." Anne-Marie had only just gone, when Helga said to Tony as she put her mackintosh on." I will not be a minute I have to get some food in. Anne-Marie must have forgotten to do any shopping." Tony lay there, he had no illusions about Helga, her every action made the fact clear that she was certainly not intending to sleep alone that night. Tony knew himself well enough to know that he would not be able to refuse her, and anyway discretion demanded that he keep her on side. It was a foul night outside which suited Fraulein Helga perfectly for the job she had to do. The rain was lashing against the window gusting from the sea, and in Anne-Maries face as she walked across the waste ground adjacent to her apartment. As Tony lay there, he thought he heard the sound of a car backfiring. A little strange he thought as their was little traffic on the road outside, especially on a night like this. A few moments later Helga was back with a bag of shopping which she was busy putting away in the kitchen. She had completed the second part of her task and she was looking forward to the night ahead. She had caught up with Anne-Marie as she crossed the waste land adjoining the house. She called out to Anne-Marie "Just a minute mein liebchen, and as Anne-Marie turned she fired two shots into her. She looked closely at the corpse to make sure she was dead, then pulled her body behind a pile of bricks, and rubble with just a another cursory look at the body, and then she carried on to the local store. Helga had no fear of consequences, but she was unaware that the execution had been observed. Within a few minutes Janine and her brother who had been watching the apartment had examined Anne-Maries body, and her brother went away to arrange to hire a cart to take Anne-Marie away to be buried properly. Janine was now convinced after this execution that neither Anne-Marie nor Tony were Nazi agents as she sat by the body trying to work out exactly what was happening. Fraulein Helga was known to the local resistance groups as a Wehrmacht soldier, and as an assassin of repute, but she had never been considered a worthy target for their attention. The fact that Anne-Marie had spent such a long time at the army headquarters that day now left Janine feeling very confused. Tony found Helga was quite an acceptable cook, and they had a nice evening meal, and Helga took the opportunity to gently quiz Tony about his relations in Berlin. After dinner she went for a long soak in the bath as she prepared her body for the night ahead .She re-appeared later in a very sexy white silk nightdress. Her make-up had been replaced, and she stood there looking at Tony. She was sure that he would not be a problem, and she knew that she could have him when she was ready. She was already wet at the thought; it had been a long time since she had a man of her own age to have sex with. She leaned down to kiss Tony gently on the lips and Tony reached out and pulled Helga to him, he returned her kiss and let her go. Helga looked at Tony pretending annoyance. "Mein Herr is that all I get? I am sure you can do better than that?" Tony' did not hesitate as his arms encircled her waist, pulling her close." She gave a long muffled moan of happiness when once again his lips covered hers. Helga devoted her full attention to the probing intimacy of Tony's tongue while it probed and played over and under her own tongue. She pressed her body close to him, her ample breasts, Thrusting against his chest. Tony was in no doubt of her intentions and for the second time that day was intending to commit adultery. Tony pressed his groin tightly against hers. She trembled, her arousal flaring higher. Her hips pushing her pelvis over the large bulge in his trousers. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned when their lips finally parted. Helga artfully dodged his embrace, "I am in my nightdress, now you get naked if you want to play Mein liebchen." All right fraulein," Tony said as he gave in. His fingers crept to the tops of his pants. Helga watched Tony slowly push his trousers down tossing them on to the nearest chair. He stood before her wearing only his under pants. Her eyes dropped to his groin homing in on the bulge that threatened to burst into the open at any moment Her chest heaved; her juices flowed deep within her young body in anticipation of the lovemaking to come. With tantalizing slowness, Tony hooked his fingers beneath his shorts, and pulled them down. His cock, hard and fully erect jerked eagerly in the air. Its tip oozed a single drop of clear fluid. Her gaze focused on the length and girth of his cock as she let her nightdress fall to the floor, now naked and moving closer to him she put her hands loosely round his neck looking into his eyes. She was not disappointed at what she saw. Helga stood naked before Tony, her face bending down to kiss him gently on his lips, pulling him close and letting her nipples press into his hairless chest. She enjoyed being naked and watching a mans expressions as he gazed on her almost perfect body. Tonys cock was betraying his naked lust, his attention centered on the neatly trimmed patch of honey-blonde surrounding the mound of her pussy. A quiver of anticipation shot through her sleek, flat stomach--at the thought of what would soon fill that intimate crevice of her young body. Tony opened his arms and pulled her sleek young body close, wonderful sensations coursed through her veins when naked flesh met naked flesh. To Fraulein Helga nothing in the world equaled that moment when two naked young bodies first touched as a prelude to the final joining in making love. After one long, exciting kiss, Tony's mouth left her lips as he moved down to take one of her hard nipples into his mouth. A myriad of sensations fluttered through her body as he nibbled and sucked. On her nipples. His tongue, like a moist whip, taunted the flaccid button of flesh. She felt it come alive under his gentle ministrations. The nipple grew erect, hard with desire. Then he switched to the other nipple Meanwhile she was fondling his cock which stood out from his groin. Her fingertips lovingly ran up and down the pulsing length of his cock. It felt so hard and impatient... Yet at the same time it was so smooth warm and gentle feeling. Each time she made love with a man she was impressed by the strength and tenderness that was a man's sex. It was so delicious just to have it and play with it in her hands. Reluctant Hero And beneath that hung the hairy bag of his testicles. She was very aware of the pain that could be caused by rough handling, something she became used to when taking part in Gestapo interrogations, but now she fondled it with great care and loving. She thrust her breasts forward, stuffing a bit more of her breast into his face. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" a gasping moan writhed out over her red lips. as Tonys hand moved between her thighs and fondled the outside of her pussy. Her knees trembled as his fingers massaged the mound of her sex. Again she moaned as Tony slipped a probing finger up into the heated tightness of her cunt. Together they sunk back on the bed as fiery arousal washed through her body, allowing his kisses and his nibbling teeth to say more than he could ever put into words. Tony moved from her breasts and kissed her with a flourish of kisses. At the same time, he eased himself on to her waiting body Helga moved her hand down and guided his cock gently into the lips of her pussy "Jaaaaaaaaa," she hissed as Tony pushed his long hard cock deep into the liquid warmth of her body. She moved excitedly under him, enjoying the initial feel of his penetration... "Sehr Gut mein liebe Tony Sehr Gut" she muttered "I think my stay with you will be very enjoyable" Tony moved slowly, easing his cock almost out before pushing in again slowly and carefully causing Helga to moan with happiness as the sensations flooded through her body. Shudders of intense bliss ran through her body. As his body rose Tony, he slipped a hand down between her thighs. In and out he pumped while his fingers rubbed to each side of her clit. She groaned, knowing what he would do next. She whimpered, not knowing when he would do it. For the first time for a long time in her life, a man was in control. His mouth and hands played over her body, and she moved to their every whim. He controlled her, commanded her with the constant pistoning of his cock in her body. He was so big and so long, and his technique was designed to give her maximum pleasure. When he pushed inward, the wall of her pussy strained to cover the bulging girth of his cock, their rippled folds smoothing under his ponderous size. She wondered briefly whether he was thinking about Anne-Marie. All the while, his hands and mouth never stopped. His whole body seemed to focus on her, giving her, and her alone, his complete attention. In turn, every ounce of her awareness centered on this fantastic man who rode atop her body. Suddenly a fingertip slid between the slit of her pussy lips. Gently rolling her clitoris, sending quaking shudders of bliss blasting through her. She groaned, her pelvis arching and humping to meet the forceful strokes of his loins. She came, and then came again in quick succession. It was incredible how Tony had come to know her body. He seemed to realise that her pleasure came not as one long, seemingly endless eruption of carnal ecstasy, but through a series of small increasing releases. Expertly controlling her pelvis muscles, she squeezed down, clamping herself around the engorged thickness of his cock. Again Tony groaned as her muscles sucked and vibrated round his cock the friction, created by the tightness of pussy enclosed over every inch of his manhood. She fitted him like a custom-tailored glove. Tony now used his finger and rolled the button of her clit. One atop the other, she came three times. And deep within her, she felt a building of passion, a tidal wave of feeling; she writhed using her free hand on his buttocks to pull him closer and to draw his cock even deeper into the yearning interior of her belly. Tony pushed his cock as deep as he could. Helga felt the tension building in his body. He was on the brink of coming, yet exercising total control of himself, he held back the mounting pressure of his loins. The tension of her own body grew. Closer and closer that threatening tidal wave rolled, was ready to break and drown her in complete pleasure. The rhythm of his cock consumed her. Twisting and bucking in reckless abandon, she gave herself fully to Tony. She matched his need; she hungered for that fulfilling moment. Then came a sensation that for her was out of this world, and matched anything that had gone before, her body lay racked by an onslaught of carnal fulfillment. She moaned and groaned, expressing the full satisfaction of their union. Simultaneously, Tony moaned in a deep throaty groan. His hips thrust hard and deep, his body going rigid for a long moment. His cock planted deep within the hot recesses of her quivering quim, a flood of semen blasted from his cock. Helga held him close, savoring the complete union of their bodies, wishing this moment could last through eternity, yet knowing their was a long fulfilling night to come. Helg new full well that Tony was no longer married, and guessed that sooner or later her body would be found. Now she wondered whether the Fuhrer would permit her to marry him. Not only was he the man for her, but she guessed that the glory attached to him from his defection would be good for her standing in the party. Tony awoke about two hours later. To find Janine standing over him with a drawn pistol. Next Chapter 7 Chapter 7 In Nazi Hands Janine said "I am sorry Tony we want you to come with us. We need to check your story. You will please get dressed and come with us immediately." As she spoke she put her pistol back in her raincoat pocket, but he was sure that she would use it if she had to. She stood back while Tony quickly dressed. Their was a rustle of bedclothes and Fraulein Helga rose up on her elbows. "Where are you going Herr Nash, then she became aware of the two masked figures standing by the side of the bed. Janine once again produced her pistol. "What do you want?" Frau Helga squeaked, obviously coming to the conclusion that they were resistance fighters and that she was in some personal danger. "We want to take Herr Nash to say farewell to his wife the lady you assassinated earlier this evening." Janine said quietly. Tony looked at Janine his eyes full of horror as he tried to assimilate what she was saying. "Yes Tony she killed Anne-Marie just outside the apartment with two shots to the chest, and left her there." Tony looked down at Fraulein Helga with hate in his eyes. "Why?" he asked quietly. "She was no longer of any use to us." Fraulein Helga responded with a sneer. Tony looked at Janine. "Give me that pistol." And almost before Janine knew what was happening he had taken it from her, and he leaned over and shot Fraulein Helga twice in the head at point blank range. Together they left the apartment and turning down an alley they arrived at the back of the apartment block. Janine tucked her arm in his. "Tony we are going to try and get you back to England, we have had a message for Anne-Marie which reads operation cancelled, return as soon as possible. We will have to hurry but it took a lot of time to get into your apartment without waking Fraulein Helga. How could you sleep with that animal?" Tony replied. "Anne-Marie told me she was a Nazi guard, and to keep her happy, especially as the whole operation at the time seemed to depend on it." Tony heard a noise from behind and turning he saw that they had an escort of two powerful looking armed men walking about 100 yards behind them. As they approached a side road and entered a field, they could see that there seemed to be a lot of unusual activity in the nearby roadway, there was a roadblock, and so together they went to ground by a haystack, as they assessed the situation. Just then two German soldiers in an armoured car came into the field to relieve themselves. There was nowhere safe to hide and they were in full view, so Janine thinking quickly said "Pull off my blouse. Maybe if they catch a glimpse of tit they'll push on." "Fat chance of that," Tony mumbled, tugging at Janine's blouse, pulling it over her head. Off came the blouse, displaying her luscious bosom wrapped in white lace bra. It was followed almost immediately by her brassiere. Janine's ample, soft, pointed breasts hung before his eyes. "You have beautiful tits," he told her in a whisper. "Shut up and suck them, you've seen them before anyway." Janine whispered in a commanding voice. They ground their pelvises together some more, while Tony licked and suckled at Janine's nipples. She tossed back her head and moaned softly. "What are they doing?" Tony murmured between licks." "Don't stop," She sighed. "Suck my nipples." "What are they doing now?" He repeated more gruffly. She growled and tossed her head around, glancing at the Germans as she did. She stared hard into his eyes. "They're watching us get off. What do you think?" "My cock is aching!" Tony complained. "Then take it out! They're expecting it!" She whispered. "You little bitch," he said, fumbling with his trouser buttons. But Janine was pulling his trousers down before he knew it, underpants as well. His cock was half-stiff, and angry red in the half-light. Janine massaged it briefly with her mouth before assuming the mounted position again. "Ohhh," she cooed and moaned, grinding her panty-clad pussy against it. "Make it look good." "Oh, darling! I have been in a dream all day since this morning. I am sure that we have now missed your flight, so we will have a few more days together." Tony held her firmly against him as he ground his stiffened cock into the wet crotch of her panties. "OK then fuck me -- make it look good you won't get any in a Gestapo cell if they tumble us." She whispered. Then she kissed Tony hard several times, biting his lip in her passion...She took him a bit by surprise as she seemed more concerned with their love making then rather than fooling the Germans, and Tony realized that he was also more concerned in fucking her now, rather than making a show for two German soldiers Grasping her hips, he pushed her away suddenly, so that she hung in mid-air for a moment, and snatched at her flimsy panties under her skirt. They ripped apart as she fell back on top of him, and he jerked them away entirely with one strong hand. Tony pulled her down firmly on top of him again, though she bucked wildly at first. After a moment of sliding and struggling, He found the strength to force her down fully upon his cock, her warm, wet pussy sliding down on his cock as she fitted him just like a glove. They groaned in passion together. Janine tore open his shirt and began fucking madly, her tits bouncing against her chest as she pounded down on his cock again and again. Tony thrust up against her, drilling his cock deeper and deeper into her beautiful love tunnel with every powerful push. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Janine gasped. "Fuck me," she hissed. "Love me, Tony darling! It's so good!" She begged in French, collapsing against him. "Jam your cock inside me!" Her red-hot lips sought his, and their two mouths came together in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining, grappling desperately. Janine moaned plaintively and gasped, "Yes, darling. Fuck me, please! Oh don't stop!" She bent and took his kiss again, sucking his tongue eagerly, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. "I'm going to come, Tony, you must make me come now." Tony could fell his orgasm building as she muttered. "Fill me up, darling! I'm coming! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Oh yes! And then, desperately, "Fuck me, Fill me up!" The waves of orgiastic bliss poured over them as they came together, furious and lusting, mad with desire. At last, they collapsed together in the darkening winter night, sweating, exhausted, completely drained of lust and anger, disheveled and nearly naked, like animals. "Oh god," Tony breathed. Janine said nothing, but she stole a glance at the Germans who had been watching. Slowly, they began to pick up and move, nudging each other lasciviously and gesturing lewdly. "We fooled them," she said. "No we did not" Tony murmured as he saw them hesitate, and then turn and start walking towards them. They were undoing their pants as they walked. Then suddenly there was a burst of firing -- Tony had forgotten about the armed escort somewhere behind him. And that was the last thing he remembered -- at least for the time being. He awoke gradually, his head hurt, also his leg and very slowly he began to remember the happenings in the field. He had no memory of the actual outcome, just falling, and pain had been the last thing he remembered. He became aware of the smell of antiseptics, and the feel of clean sheets. He opened his eyes slowly, and as his eyes began to focus. He realised that he was in a hospital bed. Janine sat by the side of the bed, she looked worried, and as he focused on her she smiled at him, and leaned over and hugged him and kissing him on the cheek and whispering. "I am sorry Tony I could not get you back to the plane but the operation is cancelled." "Am I a prisoner?" "I don't think so, if you are, we will try and help you somehow, but I am not staying here too long. This is a German Military Hospital, and for some reason they let me come in with you. I spun a yarn that we were being followed by two armed men, and it seemed to satisfy them. I will try and get to see you again. Janine said her goodbye's, but did not kiss him. She explained that now she was given the credit for rescuing him from the resistance fighters who were trying to kill him, and so it seems she may be able to get to see him again. He whispered in her ear "If you are asked tell them I was trying to defect to Germany, and my wife had arranged it before she was assassinated, and you were helping me." Janine looked puzzled and Tony added. "It was all part of the operation and they will believe you." Tony cursed under his breath. He had put himself in danger for nothing, and Anne-Marie had been killed, he was now in a German hospital. He realised that he had been captured in civilian clothes, and so they must be getting him fit for interrogation, that was the only logical explanation for this first class treatment. He realised that there was a sentry smiling at him through the window of his room, who had been watching them all the time. The fact there was a sentry re-inforced Tonys belief that he was a prisoner. As Janine left a young pretty nurse came into the room; she gave him a lovely smile. Speaking in English she said. "Ah Herr Nash you are awake. It seems you are quite a hero. The newspapers are full of the way in which the underground terrorists tried to kill you, to stop you returning to the fatherland Mein Herr. I understand that Herr Goebells is planning a big reception for you, when you have fully recovered." The nurses comments gave him hope that at least he was still being regarded as being a credible traitor, and all he had to do, which in itself was a tall order was find a way to the coast and escape. He drifted of to sleep, and he awoke to find a very high ranking German General and his aides in the room. A nurse was supporting his head, and offering him a drink which he drank eagerly, not realizing until then, how thirsty he had been. She had his head nestled against her breast, with only the starched uniform in between -- despite the exalted company, Tony felt his cock stiffening, and a little smile on the nurses' lips suggested she suspected just what he was feeling. Then the German General spoke. "Herr Kapitan Nash. I am here to welcome you back to the fatherland on behalf of the Fuhrer, and the people of the Third Reich. The Fuhrer has instructed me to tell you that he looks forward to meeting you personally, when you are recovered. In the meantime, you will be looked after by the nurses here, who will nurse you back to full health." Then he snapped to attention and gave the Nazi salute, and left him. Tony was later informed that the Fuhrer had given him the rank of Frigetinkapitan in the German navy, and that he would eventually be posted to work with Admiral Doenitz as a staff adviser. Later that day Tony was visited by two civilians who introduced themselves as military police. He assumed that this was another name for Gestapo. The first question was "Herr Nash can you please explain how Fraulein Helga Nieumeir was shot please? "Yes Mein Herr I shot her, for shooting my wife." Tony went on to explain exactly what had happened and they listened in silence. Then the younger one said. "You admit you shot a German citizen Mein Herr?" Tony replied. "JA that is so, but Frau Helga Nieumeir also shot a German citizen, my wife was married to an SS officer before, and had German nationality, and I loved her." His reply seemed to put them both in a bit of a quandary, but Tony assumed that knowing his importance it would not be worth their while to make an issue of it, and after some pleasantries, they left without further comment, and Tony heard no more about the incident during his convalescence. He was regularly visited by Janine, together with some tailors who had been given the task of making his new uniforms, and two Gestapo officers, who visited him three times, and who quizzed him very carefully and very patiently over the reasons for his defection, and his relations with Anne-Marie, and Janine. Tony told them that they had been very much in love, and he missed her terribly. They were obviously aware that she had been a double agent. Janine had them a bit mystified, and it seemed everyone had assumed that they had been trying to escape with him from the partisans when he had been shot. The time came when Tony was allowed out of bed, and then, with the aid of a stick and accompanied by a nurse, and very occasionally Janine, he was allowed to walk in the grounds of the hospital. He was not encouraged to mix with other patients, and he was kept isolated. The fact that Janine was allowed to visit him was a mystery to them both, but the fact that she had been with him when he had been shot, and she had stayed and tried to help him when he was injured, was the only reason that they could think was why her visits were tolerated was the only reason that they could think of. It was obvious his so-called defection was of vital importance to the Third Reich and that was taking priority. Chapter 8 next CHAPTER 8 Tony Meets a New Love Tony was now seriously anxious about how he would get back home to the UK. He knew that his name would be reviled all round the free world. He was very much alone in enemy territory and common sense told him that he would not be completely trusted by anyone in the Nazi regime. The only thing he could do would be to go along with the charade, and hope that somehow, somewhere, opportunity would come his way. Soon the time came, when he was told he was fit enough to leave hospital, and that he would be going to a recuperation centre. His wounds had fortunately healed quite quickly, and he very politely said goodbye, and thanked the nursing staff for being so good to him. He did not know if or when he would ever meet Janine again, as he had not heard from her for a few days. He was helped to dress in his new uniforms by another wounded naval officer, who helped him get used to his new uniforms, and so resplendent in his new naval uniform, he was taken by car, closely escorted by two motor cycle outriders and two drivers in the car to the convalescence centre. It was a long exhausting ride to the Black Forest and his spirits sank as he knew that he was a long long way away from the coast and escape to England. Each hour took him farther and farther away from home and escape. Getting back to England now seemed a forlorn task. He realised that he was still not fully fit, as he found the journey very exhausting, and he slept fitfully for a large part of the way. It was a long boring tedious journey through very wet winter countryside. The rain fell constantly for the whole of the journey. They had to have an extra escort through Holland because of the threat of partisan activity, and it was pointed out to Tony by the officer in charge of the escort, that he was now number one on the partisans' hit list. The journey took just over nine hours. It took them three days to complete the whole journey.