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Cooperating With The Enemy

By: urban_legend555



All persons in this story are of legal age.


It was crowded in the Maulders' small flat above the restaurant. Jacob Maulder sat stone faced at the kitchen table fiercely proud and notoriously stubborn yet fearful for the safety of his beloved wife and daughter. The air crackled with an unrelenting tension. Still Jacob clung to the delusion that he was not without bargaining chips. He failed to realise that the unsoluble problem he had was the German's officer's enjoyment of the cat-and-mouse game. A game that allowed, even encouraged, Jacob to overplay his hand. Such was the confidence the Nazi had in his advantage, that he would deliberately spool out the thread of hope building the Jews confidence, only to snap him back to reality with an abruptness that verged on cruelty. 

Jacob was a fine chef, renowned in Dresden for his exceptional cuisine. Schnurr was a fat bellied Nazi with a taste for fine food that was only exceeded by his appetite for pretty women. In Jacob Maulder's kitchen he had the means to indulge both of those passions. 

     Greta Maulder was a handsome woman of thirty-nine, still able to turn heads and cause a stir with just the glimpse of her lovely face and the hint of what jiggled enticingly beneath her conservative clothes. Greta knew she was pretty. She'd known since she was a child that her looks brought her a lot of attention and the occasional advantage. As much as Jacob's cooking drew customers to the restaurant, Greta's good looks often brought them back. The tables in the little dining room were filled nightly with the grey and black uniforms of German officers who had made the Maulders restaurant their special place. She and Jacob fed them well and they, in turn, always ensured the Maulders had the best ingredients when others around them had nothing. So many of their Jewish neighbors had been transported by the Nazis that Greta knew that their only hope of staying together depended on the restaurant remaining a favorite with the Nazy officers. 

As difficult as it sometimes was, Greta made sure she was always gracious to a fault. She even endured the often crude comments of the soldiers and the occasional wandering hand as she bustled about between the tables, the perfect hostess. It was often Schnurr who took those improper liberties. She hated him for it but often flirted with him nonetheless, hoping he would see them and their little restaurant as worth saving. The powerful Schnurr could send them all to the trains for evacuation if he so chose, and she knew that. 

And now there was Magda, their pretty eighteen-year-old daughter, just returned unexpectedly from an exclusive Swiss finishing school in Berne. Unfortunately, the funds to pay her tuition were no longer available once Jacob's accounts were frozen by the Nazis. She'd been safe there, away from the stigma that being Jewish brought with it here at home. But the Swiss were not in the business of charity. As soon as it became apparent that Magda's tuition was in question she was asked to leave. 

Monday night she'd arrived at the restaurant during the supper hour causing a stir among the dinner guests with her books and baggage. A younger version of Greta just coming into bloom, she looked lovely in her school uniform. For a moment it seemed like the clink of forks and the rattle of dishes went quiet while the officers watched the young beauty struggle through the door with her bags. Had they not been so captured by the girl's fresh good looks they may have noticed her mother's expression of open-mouthed surprise. The pure joy of seeing her daughter was countered by a bitter dread that settled in her stomach as she saw the lascivious stares the girl was attracting. 

Greta quickly waved her through to the kitchen where a distraught Jacob clattered a plate of schnitzel onto the warming cart. She held up a single finger cautioning her husband to silence while Jacob pressed his palms to his temples in impotent frustration. After a hurried hug and a tearful reassurance, the worried mother helped Magda into the alley and around to the stairs that led to their flat. There'd be time for themselves after the restaurant closed but for now feeding the customers and getting them on their way was all she could manage. 

It was Schnurr who took special note of Magda's arrival and took it upon himself to question her mother about the girl. He knew no children were registered to the Maulders but he saw that the resemblance between the two women immediately. The school uniform was a dead giveaway. With the girl out of the country and away at school they must have thought they'd get away with it. 

Greta was canny and smart. She thought quickly on her feet, knowing that Schnurr could check whatever explanation was offered. On the pretense that she and Jacob had simply misunderstood the regulation and thought that it was just children living at home that were to be recorded, she assured him that they'd correct it with the Registry office. 

The Nazi looked at her impassively while she made her excuses. Discomfited by his unblinking stare, she finally had to break eye contact and glance away, feeling as if he could see right into her lying soul. For Schnurr that was enough for the time. She knew that he knew, and that was good. 

Schnurr had had plans for the mother long before the daughter arrived at the restaurant that night. Now those plans would be more than just a gratuitous piece of ass from a grateful Jewish cunt. Now there could be more reason for her gratitude, more dedication to his needs. Getting either of the two Maulder women to do whatever he wanted would be easy. Women will do anything if they believe that "as bad as things are, they can always get worse". He was pleased that Magda looked so much like a younger version of her mother. The flawless skin and cascade of auburn curls framing beautiful green eyes left no doubt that they were mother and daughter. The silly cunts would each do whatever he asked, each thinking she may save the other from something even worse. 

The girl's breasts had looked ample in the crisp white blouse of her uniform. Not as full as the mother's or as given to enticing movement when she walked, but nice. They both had lovely asses. The mother's larger again but nicely shaped, something substantial to hold onto when he'd sink his cock into her; the daughter's firm and well toned from exercise and school sports. The firmness was also evident in the the girl's legs, nicely displayed in the short grey uniform skirt. Greta wore her dresses longer but the occasional glimpse above the knee as she climbed on a chair to open the transom window or crouched to wipe a spill from the dining room floor was enough to confirm that her legs were exceptional.

Schnurr watched for a few nights to see if Magda would show up to help in the restaurant. When she didn't he felt sure that they were still trying to hide her. After all, from his brief conversation with Greta one would have expected her to go scurrying to the Registry Office to correct the file. When she didn't he concluded that she was gambling he'd keep her secret and not say anything. Perhaps he would. But such concessions didn't come without a price to be paid and the Maulder's were running up quite a tab. 

On the Friday night, the restaurant closed before sundown as was the Jewish custom on the night before Sabbath. It was clearly an awkward time for the Maulders. Schnurr knew that when he arrived at their living space with an entourage of eleven demanding that the sullen chef abandon his Sabbath dinner and prepare an evening meal for the group of officers. The imposition on their privacy and the intrusion on their religious practice was calculated to underscore their subservience. 

The intent was obvious to Greta but she showed no disrespect to their guests. Jacob, however, was incapable of hiding his feelings. He glared at the grinning Schnurr as if showing his displeasure would encourage the man's departure. Someone else to cook for the fat officer and his friends. It would not be him tonight. 

The Nazi was amused by Jacob's transparent assumption that expertise in the kitchen could be traded for the personal safety. For a time, it had suited Schnurr's purpose to allow him that misconception. The reality was coming soon enough and the delivery would be sweeter for having waited. Maulder would do as he was told, nothing less. 

Greta could see her husband's annoyance building and with it his obstinacy. He wasn't reading the German's intent very well and she couldn't catch his eye to caution him. Jacob's voice had become harsh, strident and uncompromising while the German Officer's body language was unmistakable. His response to Jacob's belligerence was inevitable. Even so, the crack of the riding crop slamming onto the kitchen table was like a gunshot in the crowded room startling everybody. Schnurr was on his feet in an instant ominously tapping the crop against Jacob's chest. There was no compromise in the Officer's voice when he snapped the startled Jew into silence. Any thought that Schnurr and his men were there for a congenial visit was immediately dispelled. Jacob Maulder needed to be taught a lesson and Schnurr was more than happy to oblige in front of the man's wife and daughter and eleven other witnesses.

The German officer turned his attention to the frightened Magda who had been folding laundry when they came in. She stood now with her head bowed trying to remain quietly inconspicuous. Schnurr liked that. He ran his hands over the fresh laundry and shook out a pair of women's underpants and held them up to the amusement of the other soldiers.

"Yours?" he asked the blushing Magda. 

"No sir. My mother's," she murmured.

Turning to Greta he smiled and said "You should have these on,"

"I'm wearing another pair," she answered quietly.

"I want you to put these on," he smiled and winked to the amused soldiers.

Greta reluctantly took them from him and turned to go into the bedroom to change.

"No. Do it here." He chuckled. "We've all seen Jewish pussy before."

Jacob opened his mouth to object and Schnurr rested the crop across his chest silencing him without a word.

Greta looked furtively around the room without seeing any way to avoid the inevitable.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the broad kitchen apron and placed it on a chair. Her dress was one piece buttoned to the waist and she briefly thought she could just raise it enough to slip her underwear off without removing it entirely. But Schnurr had other ideas. 

"Take this off first," he instructed, flipping the hem of the dress with his riding crop.

Greta undid the buttons on the bodice and slipped the garment off her shoulders. The fullness and shape of her lovely breasts was more apparent once the outer garments were off. She looked at him pleadingly, hoping for a reprieve. But he gestured impatiently and she continued to work the dress down over her hips and thighs until she could step out of it. 

Any faint hope that she may have been able to get away with just quickly switching panties disappeared when Schnurr wanted her camisole removed next. Obediently, she pulled it over her head to a murmur of male appreciation that filled the tiny room. Her breasts had only the slightest sag and her spongy pink nipples acknowledged their exposure by springing up as soon as they were bare. Schnurr used the metal-tipped crop to lift each breast before letting it drop quivering against her chest. 

Automatically, Greta's hands went to cover herself from the eyes of the men but Schnurr rapped her knuckles lightly. She stood obediently then with hands at her sides, displayed like an object to be admired by the ogling men crowded around her. A pang of misplaced guilt made her glance toward her husband but he quickly looked away adding to her humiliation and igniting a resentful anger inside of her. "You are to blame for this." she thought bitterly.

      "Give those to your daughter," Schnurr smiled, pointing, and Greta stepped out of her remaining garment. Naked, she had the attention of everyone in the room. The promise that her body held in clothes was far exceeded by the reality of her gorgeous figure without them. Her behind was full and firm with toned cheeks set high on a dancer's legs. Thighs, well separated at the top, left a puffy wedge of her vulva visible from the back. The appealing swell of her belly gave way to a profusion of auburn curls on her mons.  

      Aware that every eye in the room except Jacob's was on her, Greta turned and handed the underpants to her daughter while trying to appear calm and unflappable for the girl's sake. Only the deep blush that colored her cheeks and reached down to the top of her breasts gave an indication of what she was feeling inside.

Schnurr was in his glory now. Stripping Jacob's wife naked in front of him with so many witnesses, was meant to obliterate many of the Jew's annoying pretensions, and make all three of them see their predicament for what it was. It would behoove them to recognize that he held all of the power and they should defer to him accordingly. He wanted the women to feel tainted, humiliated. But mostly he wanted Maulder to feel emasculated, forced to watch the spectacle of his wife being undressed at another man's whim. He would have preferred more of a reaction from Greta. A little hysteria may have gone a long way to bringing Maulder to heel. Her calm acceptance took away some of the sting he had hoped would break Maulder if he saw himself unable to protect her honor. Schnurr did admire the way she carried herself, proudly on display before so many lustful men. Some women like that, or perhaps she felt the little peep show would end there if she showed no shame. Or maybe she felt her bravado would take unwanted attention away from her daughter. It was then that Schnurr decided to raise the ante.

"How often do you breed her?" he asked the shaken husband. Jacob stared stupidly for a moment hesitating at such a demeaning question. Schnurr brought the crop down sharply across Greta's buttock. She yelped and he asked Jacob again "How often does the bitch get bred?"

"Once. Maybe twice per week," Jacob answered humbly.

"Not much. Hardly enough to keep a Jewish slut satisfied. How would you feel if I offered you the services of the German army to help with your conjugal obligations."

Greta gasped and Jacob began to beg. They were well aware of the Jews and gypsies pressed into service as whores to keep the soldiers happy.

"Please... sir, I'll do whatev?r you want, but please... don't disgrace my Greta."

"It's a shame to let a fine looking piece of ass get so little use. Perhaps you can tell me," he said turning to Greta, "would you rather be content with your inadequate husband or would you like to be a whore for the troops?"

Greta answered without hesitation "My husband!"

"Good!" Schnurr crowed looking at Jacob. "Perhaps you won't mind giving a demonstration of how youhave inspired such loyalty? We'd like to watch you fuck. If you both cum in front of us it will prove your love and you can keep her for yourself. If you can't then they will get all they can handle from the troops," he nodded toward Greta and Magda.

The soldiers pushed the husband and wife together and formed a circle around them. Greta, realizing what was at stake, began unbuckling Jacob's pants and tugging them off. When she found his cock it was limp and she desperately set to work trying to get him hard. She stroked him the way he liked and played with his balls without much response. She used her mouth and humped herself against his leg like a bitch in heat. But taunts from the onlookers along with stress and the pressure to perform kept his cock soft and unresponsive.

"Take off your clothes and help," Schnurr commanded Magda.

"Yes hurry!" Greta cried, no longer worried about propriety in view of what was at stake.

Sensing what may have been a life and death urgency, Magda pulled off her clothes and knelt beside her mother. Desperately the two women worked on Maulder. Greta stroked the shaft and Magda sucked in desperation while Jacob tried to think those dirty thoughts that always worked in the past. 

"Your little girl has done that before," Schnurr gibed watching Magda suck cock. "She's learned more than mathematics hidden away at school."

     Greta's finger slipped between Jacob's cheeks and played with his anus the way she knew he liked. She wet her middle finger and pressed it inside the tight opening while Magda bobbed up and down on her father's cock. 

"The soldiers won't have this problem," Schnurr laughed making fun of Maulder's unresponsive penis.

Maulder was beside himself. Images of the two women he loved sweating naked under endless lines of brutal soldiers floated agonizingly in Jacob's mind. He watched the back of his daughter's head as she worshipped his cock and imagined her forced to service countless other men in the same way. Her teen-aged tongue laved her father's frenum while Schnurr prattled on about the obvious experience of the 18-year-old cocksucker. Gradually, he began to stiffen. Greta, seeing the beginning of a hardon, pushed a second finger deep into Jacob's anus. He squealed as Greta's other hand gently squeezed his nuts. Both of his hands suddenly gripped his daughter's head pulling her all the way down onto his cock making her gag and sputter. A long pathetic whine escaped from Magda as Jacob came copiously in her mouth. She whimpered for release but he held her tight until he heard her swallow noisily.

For a moment they were quiet and then Schnurr spoke. "You let your daughter do your work," he admonished Greta. "She deserves a reward, don't you think?" He helped Magda up onto her feet and pushed her toward the kitchen table, then walked the kneeling Greta over to a position between Magda's knees. 

Both women knew what she was there to do. There was no sense denying or delaying. Greta placed a loving kiss on her daughter's belly and then riffled through the auburn fleece with her tongue seeking the swollen lips of the girl's cunt. 

"Make her cum," Schnurr prompted. 

Magda leaned back on her elbows and watched her mother's pretty face nestle into the nest of auburn curls. She tried to disassociate herself from the soldiers surrounding them but the feeling of being watched by strangers in such an intimate act sent butterflies rippling through her stomach. Unconsciously, she spread her legs out wide and lifted her belly to her mother's mouth. Her fingers wound into Greta's hair and she rocked her hips forward smearing her mother's face with vaginal juice. When Greta's tongued flicked across her swollen clit, Magda lurched up and uttered a gasp. The muscles in her youthful belly tensed and telegraphed her carnal compulsions to the mesmerised men who watched. 

Greta was surprised by her daughter's aggressive libido. She licked teasingly around clitoral hood coaxing the sensitive bud to appear. Several times Magda's pelvic bone rose up in spasm to thump against her mouth bruising her lips and coating her with musky wetness.

"Don't forget her asshole," Schnurr instructed, and the girl pulled her legs up to offer her anus to Greta's probing tongue. She squealed as the tip slipped past her sphincter and her breath came in little gasps. Her own fingers slipped down to tease between her legs to moment roll her clit until she came. Her mother slipped a finger into her daughters spasming cunt and gingerly felt it. "My god," she thought. "All of that and she's still a virgin."

Greta sat back on her haunches and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at her daughter lying back with her arm covering her face. The girl's legs were flopped open and her glistening pink labia stared back at her from beneath Magda's matted cunt hair.


Cooperating With The Enemy Ch. 02



All persons in this story are 18 years of age or older. 

*

Jacob left the tiny flat in an impotent rage. Dismissed by Schnurr from his own apartment while his wife and daughter stayed behind naked and unresisting, he could scarcely breathe or even think as he stumbled down the worn wooden back stairs to the restaurant. The sound of the derisive taunts of the dozen officers who lounged about on his meager furniture echoed in his mind adding to the well of bitterness that resided there. He hated the arrogant bastards. Jacob was born a German just like they were and to be disenfranchised by a hatred based on his religion galled him greatly. 

It was not lost on him that although they professed to hate Jews that apparently didn't extend to fucking Jewish women. They were selective however, and only saved the prettiest for

their entertainment, sending the rest to the internment camps.

The scene he had witnessed upstairs would only be the beginning. Jacob had no doubt what they could be expected to do now. He rushed to prepare dinner for the barbarous bastards as that was his only means to distract them. He longed to be back in the apartment although he knew there was nothing he could do to stop them from having his wife and probably his daughter too. The worst part was not knowing what was going on up there. 

Greta and Magda watched Jacob obediently slink out of the apartment leaving them alone and unprotected with a dozen leering German officers. He knew what he was leaving them to and he left anyway without making even a feeble attempt to come to their aid. Just to be sure the beleaguered husband would have no doubt, Schnurr had grabbed Greta's bare behind and said "Ich will ficken" (I want to fuck you!) loud enough for everyone, but especially Jacob, to hear. Jacob had pretended not to, but Greta saw him flinch and then turn his back on them all. 

"You'll have to show me how Jews fuck," the fat German laughed and swept Greta into his arms. "We know there is Jewish cunt always available. We keep only the best and the most willing for our beds. Perhaps you're ready for a cock that is complete and uncut."

"Or one that makes you forget your husband's" one of the soldiers shouted out. 

Greta didn't reply but allowed him the liberties he insisted upon. Schnurr would not be content with her bashful acceptance however. He wanted to see her respond with some emotion, to show that she was willing to declare herself a whore for the Third Reich in front of her daughter and his fellow officers. She was almost too accepting when it was just her. Now that there was the daughter Schnurr had a way to test her. 

"Your daughter is as much a fotze (cunt) as you are" he bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear. "I doubt that the most practiced whores could give a better blowjob than she gave her father. You must be concerned that those two have been at it behind your back."

"Not at all!" Greta snapped testily. "My daughter is an innocent child who only did what she had to do!" 

"Innocent?" Schnurr laughed cruelly. "That wasn't the first cock she's had inside her talented mouth," he taunted. "She's probably sucked off half the boys in Berne!" 

"And now she can do half of Dresden," someone else called out, making Magda cover her face with her hands.

"No! She's just a girl. She's only eighteen," Greta cried out. And then in desperation she said something she would immediately regret. She's still a virgin!" Greta spat out angrily.

The room went silent as the men looked at the unclothed girl appraisingly. Her nakedness seemed all the more appealing when the aspect of virginity was added.

Greta shuddered herself as she recalled her own loss of innocence kneeling naked on the cold stone floor of the burgermeister's office when she was Magda's age. She knew how vulnerable her daughter must be feeling. Every fiber of her body would be enervated. The girl's nipples were distended and resembled large pink eyes staring back at the soldiers from the full rounded mounds of her teenaged breasts.

Schnurr pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows in what he thought was an expression of surprise. He couldn't, however hide the lascivious interest that he felt. The girl did have a freshness about her that he liked and it had been a long time since he had deflowered a virgin. He'd originally thought Magda would be shared among them but now, hearing she still had her hymen, he was feeling quite possessive. He could still be generous. He just had to be first. 

Greta could feel the interest in the room shifting to her daughter and she couldn't allow that to happen. "Please," she whispered to Schnurr. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't let anyone touch my daughter."

Schnurr nuzzled her cheek hiding his grinning face on her neck. "They all want her," he hissed. "She has to lose it sometime. Why not now?" 

"Nooo," Greta begged. "It should be special the first time."

Schnurr chuckled teasingly, "What could be more special than a dozen of Germany's finest. I'm sure she'd never forget becoming a woman." He watched Greta's face as she weighed the possible impact of a dozen different men pounding into Magda's inexperienced openings.

"I'll do anything you want," she reiterated, allowing her hand to brush across his uniform pants. "Anything!" 

"Yes you will;" the German assured her. "Indeed you will." The prospect of the beautiful mother performing for them in a desperate but futile attempt save her daughter appealed to him. 

As much as Magda was a choice piece of teenaged cunt, Schnurr wanted the girl's mother more. It was not just Greta's mature beauty that appealed to him now. He was intrigued by her promise of "anything" and anxious to have her demonstrate the depth of her commitment. Schnurr knew the little membrane in Magda's cunt was the key to Greta's entertainment value. That would be of far lasting benefit to him compared to ten minutes of squealing from Magda tonight. As long as the girl had her virginity her mother could be induced to show the true depravity of a Jewish slut. It gave him a hard on just to think about it. 

Except for the growl in his stomach reminding him he was hungry, he would have liked to have had Jacob there watching his wife make good on her offer of "anything". He didn't like the little kitchen Jew one bit and it amused him to see the torment in his face when others took liberties with his lovely spouse. 

Watching Jewish women arriving from the trains had given Schnurr an appetite for their humiliation. He loved the look of horror on their faces when they were ordered to undress out in the open in full view of everyone and add their clothes to the huge stacks already there. There were scores of naked women trying to hide tits of all sizes and cover their hairy pussies in a wasted attempt at modesty. The pretty ones were culled from the main group and the prettiest of those segregated off again as the private stock of ranking officers. They had only to see how they were being separated to know why. Some would embrace the opportunity with coquettish attempts to impress while others would take a little time to realize how lucky they were to be chosen. They would do much more for their Nazi masters than they ever did for their husbands. 

A mother trying to protect her daughter would promise 'anything' not realizing just what anything might be. Greta undoubtedly thought she was protecting Magda from something worse when she went down on her earlier. It was a naïve hope but one Schnurr had seen before. Later, given the choice, Schnurr was sure she'd opt for the girl spreading her legs for a dozen officers rather than having her deployed to the brothels to service hundreds of troops. It was all a matter of barter and in the end they'd realize all they had to offer for their safety was sex.

In the restaurant downstairs, Jacob Maulder was frantic. He cursed the fact that he had no help in the kitchen and he scurried about rattling pots and pans and preparing the food. The sooner he could call them all to dinner the sooner he could interrupt the humiliation his wife and daughter were undoubtedly experiencing. He was shocked by Greta's compliance with the Nazi officers and angry that she'd allow herself to be degraded by their demands. In the back of his mind he did know that, without her sacrifice, they'd all have been shipped to the camps by now. He knew that and was grateful. But his pride was mortally wounded. Images of his wife cavorting naked with Schnurr ate at his soul. The occasional bursts of laughter from upstairs further poisoned his thoughts and added new urgency to his task. He had no idea what they were laughing about but it could not be good news. He literally ran from table to table laying out plates and cutlery on the pristine white tablecloths that bore the monogram of his tiny restaurant. He cursed the day Schnurr had wandered in and ordered dinner. 

Greta tried to catch Magda's eye. She wanted her daughter to move away from the little group of Officers who surrounded the girl. One had already begun the rub the neck of his beer bottle against her thigh and Greta looked to Schnurr for support. When the same one poured beer in the girl's navel and then tried to lick it out, Schnurr waddled his fat frame over to where they were. He picked up the girl's panties from the pile of her clothes and mopped the beer from her belly. Turning quickly he pushed the panties into the soldiers face. Everyone laughed and the man held the flimsy garment to his nose inhaling deeply and muttering "fotze".

Magda, in her embarrassment, mistakenly tried to take the panties back. A sharp smack on the rump spun her around in time for another to hit squarely on her left buttock. She squealed as the men laughed spinning her and raining smacks on her exposed flesh. Her skin blossomed with a cluster of pink hand prints before she twisted away and scurried over beside her mother. Schnurr pushed her back into the midst of the men who took turns groping and slapping the girl's thighs and bottom. A tall officer from the armored division took aim and slapped her bobbing breasts. Magda shrieked and tried to cover her stinging tit but strong fingers gripped her wrists and another smack found its mark. The teenager was caught in a frenzy of slaps that turned her flesh a bright pink. A gauntlet of hands slapped and pinched and pulled her about by her pubic hair while she struggled and cried. Several times Greta tried to intervene but Schnurr held her tight in a bear hug his chubby fingers mauling her breast and his other hand clamped between her legs. Magda slipped free momentarily and two officers lunging for her collided and reeled back leaving the girl an opening. More nimble than the older men and more sober she slipped past them and bolted out the apartment door and down the stairs. 

Greta begged Schnurr to let her go to her. "She's frightened," she wheedled, "and might be hurt."

"From a few slaps?" he chuckled. "Perhaps you didn't beat her enough as a child. The little cunt probably enjoyed it. Much like her mother. You're very wet Frau Maulder." 

"She can't be on the streets like that, without clothes or identification."

"She won't be alone. There are soldiers who will find her."

Greta slumped against him. She knew they would find Magda. A beautiful Jewish girl naked in the streets would be a treat for them.

Schnurr could see her thinking and knew where her thoughts were.

"She'll get her taste of German sausage tonight. But don't you be jealous. There are a dozen here for you. And then there is Herr Maulder who so enjoyed his daughter's mouth. She is his daughter is she not? Jewish cunts do get around. Perhaps you spread those lovely legs for someone more handsome than your husband? He may be used to having you after others have spilled their seed? I may have him fuck you too, after all of us.



Cooperating With The Enemy Ch. 03



All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. 

*

Magda's feet hardly touched the stairs as she fled, but the cold stone pavers of the street changed the panic of her flight to the sobering sense of nowhere to go. Her bare feet would not carry her far on the cobblestones. Without clothes or shelter it would be nearly impossible to stay out of the grasp of the Nazis. She stood shivering in a doorway looking furtively down the street for her Nazi pursuers and wondering what to do next. A block away in the square she could see the trucks that brought the soldiers for the house-to-house searches that went on every day. The soldiers called the searches inspections but they were little more than a roundup of Jews to fill the trains and an opportunity for looting. The soldiers took what they wanted as they wandered through homes and no one said anything. 

Magda peeked around the doorway and searched in vain for a place to hide. Looking down the other way there were more soldiers in the park. She flattened herself into the shallow alcove and pressed back against the wooden door. It opened a crack. For an instant she thought she could escape through it but the unfriendly face of Herr Schumacher appeared in the opening. His eyes swept over her nakedness pondering her appearance at his door. Magda raised her hand in supplication, pleading for his help. For a moment he stared her down and she thought he was about to summon the soldiers. His craggy face showed no compassion when he stepped aside and motioned for the girl to enter. 

The foyer was drab and unlighted with the stale smell of cigarettes. Just beyond was a flight of stairs and Shumaker shuffled ahead of her climbing one step at a time. His apartment was surprisingly tidy and there was a box of canned goods on the counter waiting to be unpacked. There was a small table in the corner of the kitchen and papers neatly stacked on it along with the stub of a carpenters' pencil. 

Magda's attention was drawn back to the old man. He had been grinning at her as she was looking around the room, his eyes feasting on her nakedness. She shuffled uncomfortably shifting her weight from one foot to the other as he leered. 

"Do you have something I can put on?" she asked politely

The old man shook his head. He was enjoying the unexpected treat of a naked teenager in his apartment too much to assist her in covering up.

Magda knew enough to mask her annoyance. Having a place to get off the street was more important than anything else. If the price of her refuge was an old man gawking at her she would bear it. It was better than a room full of Nazis in any case. She knew Schumacher was Jewish. She'd seen him at synagogue when she was a little girl but there were no signs of it now in his home; no mezuzah in the doorway, none of the little symbols of faith so common in Jewish homes. His tattered coat hanging on the back of the door had no yellow star stitched to its sleeve. Magda briefly faltered in her certainty but the image of the tall man worshipping at the synagogue was compelling. In her heart she knew he was a Jew. 

"I need help," she began, he eyes imploring him to understand. "There are soldiers in my house, and they...my mother..." She stammered and then stopped abruptly. The old man was smiling. Not the benevolent smile of a rescuer but the snide smile of predator. When she stopped talking she was startled by his words.

"And the soldiers, did they fuck you?" he asked.

Magda shook her head. "I ran."

"They'll be looking for you," he stated the obvious. "And when they find you they will fuck you, or worse."

The girl knew there was much worse they could do to her. The principal at her school in Switzerland had told her awful stories of what the Nazis liked to do to young Jewish girls. His daughter was her best friend at the school but it didn't stop him from frightening Magda into providing sexual favors. For a time, it had kept her at the school when he could have sent her back to Germany. Still, when the money from home ran out, he sent her back anyway. It was on the day she left that he took her virginity, saving the news of her expulsion until after she had pleasured him.

Schumacher's eyes dropped to Magda's firm young breasts. It had been years since he had seen such nubile flesh. He saw the pink nipples come to life as she began to feel his eyes upon her again. "Turn around," he ordered gruffly. "Let me see your ass."

She turned slowly and complained "I feel like an animal up for sale."

"A pig," Schumacher smirked. "A pig up for auction and ready for breeding. Bend forward and show me what no one but a husband should see." 

Magda bent at the waist. She was close to the little kitchen table so she rested her hands on a chair seat. He took his time studying the youthful flanks so newly blossomed into womanhood. He ogled the lovely shape of her ass and gloated over the redness of her skin where the officers had spanked her. The toned cheeks curved out gracefully revealing a glimpse of her youthful pudenda. Schumacher stooped in behind her, not passing up a chance for a closer look at the embarrassed girl's cunt. She knew he was looking at her and when he instructed her to move her feet further apart there was no doubt what preoccupied him. Adding to her humiliation was the certainty that her traitorous body had begun to lubricate.

To take her mind off her shame Magda let her eyes focus on the neat stack of papers on the table inches from her face. Neat columns of writing in a tightly disciplined hand, each line numbered and some asterisked, some underlined, some crossed out. They were names. Names of people in the neighborhood. A new fear welled up in Magda's chest. Herr Schumacher was compiling names of the Jews that lived in the warren of nearby rooming houses and tiny apartments. 

Too late, a gnarled hand reached past her to turn the top sheet over and the old man ordered her to stand up. The look on her face told him that she had found him out. Schumacher was a pawn of the Nazis and a traitor in their midst. By turning in his fellow Jews he was bartering for his self preservation. The wine on the table and the canned goods on the counter may have been part of the sweetening but the carefully prepared lists needed no further words to explain their purpose.

Schumacher pushed Magda to the window and together they peered out through a small gap in the curtain. Soldiers swarmed around the front of her father's restaurant and more checked the alleyway across the street.

"I can call them if you would rather not stay," he snickered close to her ear. "Or you can show me your gratitude for taking such risk."

His fingers pinched hard on the girl's nipple still tender from the officers' earlier abuse. When she winced, he seemed pleased with himself. 

"Well my little frotze? Are you feeling grateful?" 

Magda nodded in a kind of blind acceptance although she had no idea what she was accepting. She had no delusions that whatever he had in mind would not be of her choosing, but her safety directly depended on his satisfaction. She tried not to flinch when she felt his hands move over her bottom, squeezing and pinching the firmness and reveling in the smooth skin. A finger dipped down to touch her anus and she lurched forward tightening her cheeks defensively. A deep chortle of amusement affirmed that Schumacher had taken note of her resistance and all but guaranteed his return another time. For now, Magda leaned back into him limiting the movement of his hand. He moved it around onto the girl's belly, stroking it lightly with his fingernails. 

"Were they fucking your mother when you left?" he whispered as casually as he would have if asking the weather. It wasn't clear if he wanted to hurt the girl by mocking her mother or whether he just enjoyed hearing her describe the degradation they had endured. There was resignation in Magda's movement as she leaned her head back against his shoulder. They both knew the answer to his question so it seemed pointless to her to answer. "I've seen them do it to her," he continued. "She's really very good. She seems to like it." His musings appeared to remind him of something funny because he snickered "Your father wasn't as pleased! Having a whore for a wife isn't a recipe the little chef likes." His fingers circled lower until they tickled the fringes of her pubic hair. Magda squirmed to the side and Schumacher pressed his knee between hers and barked "open your legs!"

The girl felt his whole hand spread over her mons and grip her like one would palm a tennis ball. "I thought you'd have more hair, like your mother," he said. "You have the same cunt lips, not as puffy, but neat with no petals outside." His finger pressed the moist seam and popped inside to nestle next to the girl's clit. She could feel his erection pushing against her behind as he impaled her on his finger. 

"You'll do everything I say if I keep you," he snapped.

"You have no room! They'll find me here!" Magda cried.

The old man grunted and rolled the nub of her clitoris roughly between thumb and forefinger. "You forget I am a carpenter. They will see only what you see if they check this apartment."

Magda was silent, fearful and unconvinced. She could hear the trucks moving in the street below them and the coarse shouts of the soldiers renewed the urgency of her plight. The old man's offer, while tenuous, was the only hope she had. She let her hand drift down to cover his and moved his finger gently against her clitoris. 

Schumacher understood it as acceptance of his terms. The little cunt would be his for as long as he could keep her. He finger fucked her as they were locked tightly together and the glorious smell of her arousal made him harder than he had been in years. When she came he bit her neck as a mark of his dominance.

The inevitable boots on the stairs interrupted their tryst. Schumacher quickly helped her into the cubbyhole he'd built behind the stove and the soldiers wasted little time looking beyond a cursory glance around. The Corporal took the finished sheets of the old man's list and folded it carefully into the flap of his tunic. 

After, when it was safe, she came out and he fed her. He wouldn't allow her any clothing and he slapped her when she argued. Before the evening was over he had insisted she tell him what she and her mother had done earlier to amuse the Officers. Hearing her account of the mother and daughter having sex excited him and Magda had to get on her knees to please him. It took a long time for him to cum and her jaws ached before he finished. His cum was salty but meager and she had no trouble holding it all in her mouth. He made her show it to him before she was allowed to swallow and then she had to lick his shrinking cock. She fell asleep in his bed wrapped in a rough blanket while he sat at the little table adding names to his growing list.

It was after 3 am when she felt him crawl into bed beside her. He spooned up to her behind and reached around to fondle her youthful breasts. She could feel that he was naked too and the touch of his skin, cool from the apartment felt strange against her warm body. His fingers played down over her belly and teased her opening until it began to grow moist. First one finger and then a second set up a rhythm that brought her body to life. Each time he strummed across her clitoris she felt herself jerk. His long middle finger probed deep inside her but was never long enough to reach bottom. He found she had no hymen and insisted she tell him everything about when and to whom she had lost her precious virginity. He thought it funny that a school principal had betrayed her. 

With his finger still wet from her vagina he began to poke around her anus. Magda straightened her legs and squeezed her buttocks together hoping to discourage him but her looped his arm around her belly and toyed with her unprotected rosebud.

The girl squirmed and tried to break free but the old man was quite strong. He worked his finger in to the first knuckle and Magda begged him to stop. His response was to push deeper and the teenager squealed in protest. He sawed his finger in and out of the tight passage while she whimpered. With the digit crooked in her behind he moved it around until the tightness in her sphincter eased. The feeling was not so unpleasant but the shame of having someone play with her bum kept Magda tense. She asked him repeatedly to stop and he ignored her. When she thought he was withdrawing, instead he forced a second digit inside. The stretching muscle burned like it was on fire. She moaned in discomfort but he laughed at her and made grunting pig sounds to add to her humiliation. 

Schumacher was kneeling between her legs by then and used his leverage to push his fingers all the way in twisting to counteract the tightness of her unplumbed passage. Magda was weeping when he pulled her up to her knees. The position eased the burning from the fingers stretching her so she didn't resist. 

At last he took his fingers out and Magda thought it was over. He slipped his cock into her well lubricated cunt and began to fuck her nudging her knees much further apart with his own. In that awkward position she moved against him as well as she could. When his cock was soaked in her juices he quickly pulled out and pushed the tip into her bum before she could react. She grunted and gasped in discomfort but there was little else she could do. His weight on her lower back kept her from pulling her knees in closer to gain some leverage and protect her bum hole. Her had total access to her anal opening and his hands gripped her hips pulling her back hard onto his cock. She reached back to push him away and her caught her wrists and held them behind her while he rocked in and out gaining a bit more penetration each time until his pubic hair was pressed flat against her skin. His free hand slid up along her ribs and gripped her breast pulling her back on every stroke. Her anus felt seared and she whimpered into the mattress. 

"Do you feel like a pig now?" he goaded cruelly. "Getting a cock up your ass is nice, yes? Like a pig coming into season."

"You gave them the names," she muttered bitterly. The words were out of her mouth before she thought better of it. 

"And your mother whores for them while your father cooks their dinner," he shot back.

She said no more, silenced by the truth, but Schumacher continued excoriating her soul.

" And now you whore for me little pig. All of your holes are mine. Unless, of course, you get lazy in my bed and I tire of you. The Nazis would be glad to have you back to punish. " 

The old man pushed into her for a long time while she humped back trying to help him finish. She was sore from the slapping earlier and sore from having her bottom violated. She hated Schumacher but she hated the Nazis more. When he finally shot his load deep inside her belly she collapsed on the cot. He snuggled against her and wheezed "Say thank you my little whore."

"Thank you Herr Schumacher," she whispered, and fell into an exhausted sleep.

To be continued... 



Cooperating With The Enemy



Her bum hole winked from between her daughter's cheeks as a reminder of what the mother had just done. 

Schnurr helped Greta to her feet and stood with his arm draped possessively around her waist. He tossed the heavy white apron Greta had been wearing to Jacob who was sitting morosely off to the side watching the Nazi's fingers tug playfully at Greta's auburn thatch. A nudge of his pudgy hand and she opened her kegs obediently. "We will have dinner at 21 hundred," Schnurr announced. "You had better get started. We'll entertain ourselves up here until our meal is ready." 



To be continued