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Reluctant Maid Ch. 02

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Amateur

A second chapter that sets the scene and focuses more on promise than passion. Still I hope that it will be enjoyable, worth the wait, and that it won’t take another four years to get Chapter III out. I hope not as I want to know how good it’s going to get too!!

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“Hey!” A soft, gentle murmur accompanied the soft, gentle shake of her hip. Andrea blearily opened her eyes. “Hey, you awake?” Andrea looked up to see Stephanie sitting on her bed dressed in her maid’s uniform and shaking her a little to rouse her.

Andrea gave a small smile. “Hi.” She replied. “What time is it?”

“It’s half-past six sleepy-head. Mistress won’t be awake until about eight but I thought you could do with getting a head-start. You sleep ok?”

The memories of the previous evening suddenly rushed into Andrea’s head. She flushed. “Oh…er …yeah thanks.” She avoided Stephanie’s eyes but then felt Stephanie’s hand gently raise her chin to meet her gaze. “Hey Andrea, it’s ok. I know what happened and it’s fine. It’s one of the rewards of working for the Mistress; she’s a very special lady.”

Andrea looked confused. “Then,” She asked, “You too?”

“Hell yeah!” Grinned Stephanie. “It’s a perk of the job! Now let’s get organised shall we? How about you go and get washed-up and I’ll find you something to wear?”

Andrea smiled. “Ok thanks. Pick me out something smart will you — Mistress specified that. Could you hand me my robe? It’s hanging on the door.” She giggled as the blonde playfully threw the robe hard at her. “No need to be coy on my account,” Grinned Stephanie, “but I’ll forgive you whilst you’re getting settled.”

Andrea slipped into her robe exposing her breasts as the bed sheet slipped down. She pulled the robe around herself and stood up. Stephanie hadn’t taken her eyes from the girl, drinking in the sight of Andrea’s half-naked body. She licked her lips which were suddenly dry but then shook herself back into action and turned towards the wardrobe. Andrea padded barefoot to the door of the adjoining bathroom. “Back in a mo’.” She said and slipped through the door, pulling it behind her.

Turning the shower controls Andrea let the water run whilst she used the toilet and then, having dabbed and flushed, she stepped into the stream of hot water. It felt good; relaxing and cleansing but, not wanting to waste any time, she soaped quickly and letting her fingers only briefly stroke gently at her pussy which delighted in reminding her of the previous evening. She washed her hair, taking care as she ran her fingers through its dark folds.

Switching off the taps she pulled aside the shower-curtain and jumped a little when she saw Stephanie perched on the closed toilet-seat holding her towel. “Oops sorry!” Smiled the blonde. “I thought you would have heard me come in. Here step into this and I’ll dry your back for you.” She held open the bath sheet as Andrea stepped out of the tub and turned to have it wrapped around her. She tied the towel above her breasts and then began to dry her hair with the smaller towel that Stephanie handed her.

Andrea bent forward to towel her long hair as it dropped in front of her. She could feel Stephanie’s hands sliding down to the small of her back. “When you’re dry I’ve laid out some clothes for you.” Stephanie said. Her hands slid around Andrea’s waist and then back again. Andrea shivered as the other girl’s soft hands slid firmly over her ass cheeks, around her thighs and then back to start their drying-journey again. Andrea turned, biting her lip as she finished tying the towel in a turban around her head. “Could you dry my front as well?” She asked softly. Stephanie smiled and slid her hands over the towelling covering Andrea’s breasts, belly and thighs. Her hands glided gently between Andrea’s legs, just once, and then she stepped back smiling. “I think you should finish drying yourself — I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” Andrea stifled her disappointment as she watched Stephanie’s cute little ass sashay through the door.

Pausing for a moment to compose herself Andrea followed the maid into the bedroom. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed next to a small array of clothes. Andrea applied deodorant and powder at the dressing table and then, abandoning all caution, she dropped the bath sheet then turned and walked naked to the bed. Stephanie’s lips were parted and it was obvious that she was taking in every detail of Andrea’s curvaceous body. “Wow.” She whispered. “You’re gorgeous!” Andrea smiled her thanks and then bent a little to pick up the shiny black thong that had been laid on the top of the pile of clothes. Her nipples were hard as the excitement of showing herself to the beautiful maid coursed through her body. Stephanie, in turn, was fighting the urge to lean towards Andrea’s breasts and suckle the girl’s puckered nipples.

As Stephanie watched Andrea pulled the thong up, adjusting it to sit comfortably over her pubic mound and between the crack of her ass cheeks. She felt the thrill Gaziantep Anal Escort as the string settled over the puckered hole of her ass. She looked for the matching bra but, finding none, she turned enquiringly to Stephanie. “You forgot the bra.” She stated and went to move to the dresser when Stephanie stopped her. “No!” It was a command not a suggestion. “Trust me — I think that this is the right choice.”

“Ok. If you’re sure.” Andrea picked up the dark blue silk blouse. It slid softly over her skin; caressing her body with its sensuous touch. As she buttoned it she realised that every move of her upper body allowed the material to whisper against the jutting hardness of her nipples, stimulating them. Reaching again she slid the dark-blue skirt up her legs, adjusted the catch and tied the thin strip of belt so that the ends dangled along the line of her left thigh. Sitting on the bed next to Stephanie she reached for the skin-coloured stockings, sliding them easily up her long, smooth legs and adjusting the hold-ups at the top for comfort.

Stephanie stood and then knelt down in front of Andrea, picking up a black sandal with three-inch heels. Picking up Andrea’s left foot she slid the sandal over it and buckled the ankle strap. Gently she kissed Andrea’s instep, smiling up as she picked up the second sandal. Andrea smiled back, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she felt the gentle hands and lips on her foot again. For a second after buckling the shoe Stephanie stayed there, kneeling, gazing up at Andrea who, in turn gazed back into her eyes, lips parted.

“Andrea?” Stephanie stood as she steadied herself on Andrea’s thighs.

“Yes?” Andrea whispered, barely audible.

“You know I want you don’t you?” The blonde girl’s eyes dived straight into Andrea’s soul.

“Yes. I want you too.” Andrea was breathless, a hunger coursing through her.

Their lips met. Softly. Gently. “Later I promise.” Breathed Stephanie. “Now,” She smiled. “a little make-up and then we’re ready to go. Come on girl.” She led Andrea over to the dressing table by the hand and sat her in front of the mirror.

A few minutes later Stephanie led Andrea down the wide staircase and into the large kitchen. It was obviously a place that could cater for many as well as for few for there were a number of wide ranges, cupboards and gleaming metal worktops. “Take a seat.” Stephanie’s voice echoed in the large space and Andrea sat on a stool close to where Stephanie had started to spoon coffee grounds into a filter.

Andrea watched each move; learning where things were but admiring the other girl’s confident manner and her graceful movements. She found herself watching closely as Stephanie stretched for glasses in a higher cupboard, her seamed black stockings stretching tight against taut calves. She found herself watching as the maid bent for crockery from a low shelf, the hem of her dress riding up and giving sumptuous glances of bare thigh above stocking tops and ass cheeks adorned with nothing save the slender string that rose between them. She willed herself to concentrate and tried to look away but the earlier thoughts and feelings seemed to overtake anything else in her head.

“How do you take it?” The voice nestled into the folds of her reverie and, dreamlike, she looked to Stephanie. “How do you take it?” The question was repeated, “Black, white, sugar, cream, sweetener?” Stephanie was smiling as she brought a steaming mug over to the bench where Andrea sat. “Hey,” She smiled and placed a soft hand on Andrea’s cheek, “just relax; it’ll all come together.” She smiled and kissed her softly. “Now I’m just going to get the Mistresses’ breakfast ready whilst you drink your coffee and then I think maybe you should take it up to her ok?” Andrea nodded; glad to be able to start her work.

In a few minutes a tray was set with cafetiere, milk, crockery, cutlery, linen napkin and slices of fruit. Stephanie set the tray into Andrea’s hands and then sent her off with a pat on her bum.

Andrea climbed the stairs, stopped outside the Mistresses’ door, knocked and then entered. Ms Hammond lay, partially covered by a sheet and wearing the long, white diaphanous gown that she had worn the previous evening. Andrea gazed longingly at the tousled hair and dark nipples that showed clearly through the gossamer material. Her Mistresses’ eyes opened as Andrea placed the tray on the bedside table. “Andrea,” She smiled. “My but you look lovely. Did you choose that yourself?” Andrea smiled back. “No Mistress.” She replied, “Stephanie picked it out for me.”

“Are you two getting along ok?” Ms Hammond enquired as she sat herself up, leaning her back against the pillows.”

“Very well thank you Mistress.” Replied Andrea “Stephanie has been really lovely to me.”

Ms Hammond smiled. “I’m so glad; I really was hoping that you two would be good for each other.” Her eyes twinkled and Andrea almost felt that the woman was reading the desires in her heart.

“Now if you could pass me my tray and then perhaps you would sit down and talk to me for a moment?”

Andrea passed the tray and sat on the edge of the bed whilst her Mistress poured coffee.

“Did you sleep well my dear?” Asked Ms Hammond. When Andrea had affirmed that she had her Mistress continued. “And last night, my dear. Any worries, regrets, second-thoughts about the job?”

“Oh no Mistress!” Andrea was vehement. “I want to stay so much. I have no regrets about anything.”

Her Mistress sipped coffee, smiling as she did so. “I’m so glad.” She replied. She gazed at Andrea, taking in her clothes and the figure that the close-fitting outfit accentuated. “Lovely.” She said. “Just lovely. Although…” She reached forward and undid several buttons at the top of Andrea’s blouse. Her fingers brushed against her maid’s skin as she parted the neckline a little. “There.” She said. “You have a lovely neck, a cleavage meant to be shown and…” her fingers brushed over the hard left nipple beneath the silken material. “…a body that will tease and excite.”

Andrea’s breathing quickened. “Thank you Mistress.” She smiled and waited but Ms Hammond returned to her breakfast.

“Now.” Said her Mistress. “Why don’t you go and have breakfast with Stephanie and then come back in an hour to help me dress. The seamstress will be here at eleven.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” Andrea stood and turned towards the bedroom door, closing it gently behind her as she left the room.

Back in the kitchen she saw that Stephanie had laid two places with cups, saucers and plates and set a cafetiere of coffee on one of the benches. There was toast and fruit and cereal and Andrea realised how hungry she was. Stephanie was sat on one of the stools and Andrea took the other beside her. “Everything ok?” Asked Stephanie.

“Sure.” Replied Andrea. “I’m to go and help her dress in an hour. She said she liked the outfit you chose for me.”

Stephanie smiled. “That’s good.” She said. “Although I see you have a few more buttons undone. Mistress likes to add her own touches if she feels it’s necessary but, as rule of thumb, dress primly; if she wants to make any changes then she will.”

Andrea nodded, understanding the need for correctness unless otherwise desired by her Mistress.

They ate and drank slowly, getting to know each other, laughing at experiences and enjoying each other’s company. All the while they looked at each other, hungry for more than just food. Frequently Andrea found herself looking deep into Stephanie’s eyes, admiring her pretty face and the neckline and cleavage exposed by her uniform. She hoped that she would look as voluptuous in hers and found herself wondering how it would feel to have Stephanie’s naked body against hers. In turn she knew that Stephanie was admiring her body in the same way and Andrea would find herself turning to allow her blouse to brush against her nipples, ensuring that they were hard and protruding. Her hand would slide against her neck, emphasising the gap in the neckline of the blouse and allowing Stephanie a full view of her cleavage. She felt wanton and blissfully sexual.

Promptly at 9am Andrea was outside Ms Hammond’s room. She knocked and entered. Her employer was lying in bed and just putting down an empty cup. She smiled at Andrea. “Thank you dear — I do like punctuality. Would you run me a bath please; not too hot and please add six drops of tea-tree oil.”

“Certainly Mistress.” Replied Andrea and walked into the en-suite bathroom. It was lavish, almost grand, and Andrea headed straight for the large, free-standing iron bath-tub. She ran the water, checking it with her elbow and adding the drops of tea-tree oil from a small bottle on a shelf. When the bath was almost half-full Ms Hammond entered. She was naked and smiled to herself when Andrea dropped her eyes in proper deference. Ms Hammond went to sit on the toilet and Andrea said that she would leave. “No Andrea you will stay please unless I ask you to leave.” Said Ms Hammond. “Kneel here please.” Andrea knelt before her, watching as her Mistress urinated. “You will wipe me please.” Said Ms Hammond when she had finished and Andrea took sheets from the toilet roll, drying her Mistresses’ pussy with gentle strokes. “Thank you dear.” Her Mistress rose from the toilet, stepped over to the bath and climbed in as Andrea turned off the water flow.

“Just right Andrea, thank you.” Smiled Ms Hammond. She lay back in the bath, the oiled water sliding over her legs, pussy, belly and breasts. Andrea, unsure what to do, knelt by the bath within her Mistresses’ eye-line, her eyes lowered awaiting anything that may be required of her.

After a few minutes Ms Hammond spoke. “Andrea would you wash me please?” Andrea looked up to see her Mistress offering her a bar of soap and a buff-puff. “I would suggest that you take your blouse off so as not to get it wet.”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied the maid. She stood, taking off her blouse and folding it neatly on a clothes basket. Then, taking the soap from Ms Hammond, she used the rich, creamy soap to work up a lather. Ms Hammond raised her right leg and Andrea leant over, aware of her breasts hanging firmly prominent from her body. Andrea didn’t just wash her Mistresses’ leg, she caressed the soap into it, massaging the lather from toe to just above the knee before laying it back in the water and starting to wash the left one. Her Mistress sighed, eyes closed and languishing back in the water, enjoying the girl’s ministrations.

Andrea used just her hands, holding the soap in one and making sure that she frequently lathered the other. Her hands slid firmly over Ms Hammond’s body; her shoulders and belly and caressing gently the firm breasts and nipples that hardened under her ministrations. As she went to pull her hands away she felt her Mistresses’ hands on her wrists, stopping her. “No dear,” said Ms Hammond “please continue. I enjoy your touch very much.”

Excited within herself but eager to please Andrea continued to caress Ms Hammond’s breasts. Her hands gently slid over them, over every inch of the ivory skin and then, as she would a lover, teasing occasionally the hard, dark nipples that stood taut and firm. Ms Hammond’s eyes had closed and her lips parted, murmuring how good her maid’s hands felt. Andrea felt the woman’s body move a little more, squirming under the erotic pleasure of her maid’s touch. Mostly Andrea watched the face of her Mistress, seeing how her ministrations had relaxed her yet, at the same time, seeing the taut expression of excitement. Occasionally she looked down, watching the movement of Ms Hammond’s hand beneath the water, imagining the long fingers that slid into her Mistresses’ pussy. The girl, unable to stop herself, leaned forward, her hands still firm against Ms Hammond’s breasts and her own dipping into the warm water and brushing against the woman’s body. Andrea kissed her Mistress on the lips, sliding her tongue between them, feeling the woman’s tongue firm against her own and hearing her Mistress moan in an orgasm that seemed to last for minutes.

As Ms Hammond’s body relaxed Andrea pulled herself away, washing the soap from her Mistresses’ body, worried now that she had overstepped the mark.

Ms Hammond smiled up at her with half-closed eyes. “Thank you, my dear.” She said, “That was lovely.” And then, seeing the worry in her employee’s eyes she added, “Don’t worry Andrea; I applaud initiative just as I will punish disobedience. You’re here to serve me; I have no reason to be cross.”

The Mistress stood up in her bath and stepped out while Andrea picked up a towel and held it out for her. Ms Hammond turned away from her maid so that Andrea could wrap the towel around her. The girl’s hands smoothed the material around her Mistress and then folded it together leaving just the tops of Ms Hammonds’ breasts above the hem of the towel. As Ms Hammond turned to walk into the bedroom Andrea put her blouse back on and then went to empty the bath and spent a few minutes rinsing the tub and wiping the surfaces.

“Andrea!” Ms Hammond’s voice was sharp from the bedroom. The maid at once stepped into the other room, smiling at woman there. “Yes Mistress?” She asked.

Ms Hammond, sitting in front of her dresser, frowned back at the girl, causing Andrea’s smile to slip into concern. “Young lady,” her voice was stern. “I think that when I gave you your job description that I said that you were to be my companion is that not correct?”

“Yes Mistress.” The girl replied, obviously worried.

“And therefore would you not expect to attend to me rather than cleaning the bathroom?”

Andrea reddened. “But Mistress I assumed that…” Her words were cut off sharply.

“Assumed but didn’t ask Andrea. I think you should consider your priorities and, if in doubt, then ask for direction.”

“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry.” Replied the girl, her head lowering, ashamed of what now appeared to be such an obvious error. She had been so consumed by the ease that she had felt with Ms Hammond that she had let the position between the two of them blur. She wondered how she could correct her mistake when her Mistress spoke.

“Come over here.” Her tone was still sharp and Andrea quickly moved to her Mistresses’ side. “Bend over my lap, Andrea.”

“Mistress?” The girl asked.

“I won’t tell you again, Andrea.”

The girl hesitantly bent over her Ms Hammond’s lap, feeling the woman’s hand push down on the small of her back. Her hands touched the floor as her bottom lifted into the air. Her feet now hardly touched the ground and she felt Ms Hammond’s hands raise her skirt to her waist exposing her ass cheeks with the thong nestling between them. Andrea’s face reddened feeling exposed and a little humiliated.

Ms Hammond’s hands stroked the exposed cheeks gently. “You must learn that there is discipline for errors just as there are rewards for competence.” She said in a quiet voice.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied the girl, trembling a little as she understood what was going to happen.

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Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 05

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Envy

With the next morning came the sound of more aircraft overhead. These most likely were American fighters flying up the valley looking for targets. They poked around for a few minutes looking for something juicy to shoot at and I assume they found nothing, for the sounds faded off into the distance quickly. I was now aware of something else; my naughty wicked Grandmother was down underneath the covers kissing my belly and inching closer and closer to my schwanze-wurst. She took it up in her mouth and sucked me rotten for several minutes until I gasped and filled her mouth with one-night’s sleep-worth of stored-up hot salty egg-whites. She grinned up at me and gulped down loudly, apparently enjoying her breakfast in bed!

Presently she crept up to the top of the covers and kissed me and taking my still-hard cock in her hand, guided it to the entrance of her furry pink sex. With a swoop, she pushed the head of my member and her face registered an open-mouthed staring moment of accommodation, followed by a smile as her cunny took the friendly breakfast sausage into her nest and adjusted itself to seat it properly. She began to move up and down. We fucked for several minutes until the old girl let out a loud moan and I felt a second release come boiling up from my balls to spout inside her. Half a minute of panting later, she rolled off me and said staring at the ceiling,

“I knew you had another one inside you hiding in those loins, I just had to grind it out! That should perhaps hold you and me for a little while. Alright, no sense laying here…we have animals to feed!” We got up; dressed, and set about feeding the animals in the barn and making sure they had enough water. Then Oma stepped into the kitchen to put ersatz coffee on the stove for breakfast. Like most places our village didn’t have a real coffee bean to be found anywhere, so the blackish powdery substitute was all Grandmother had – curtesy of the rationing program. We were fortunate enough to have plenty of hen’s eggs for breakfast and a few potatoes. This was a benefit of being in the country as opposed to the cities where you not only had to worry of the bombers overhead, but also of the constant scarcity of EVERYTHING making even a crust of bread a treasured item to be hoarded away from the eyes of others.

While we ate we listened to the radio set with Oma’s magic to forbidden broadcasts. The Allied radio programs had wonderful music and the news was not all rants approved by Dr. Goebbels going on and on about “ultimate victory”. From what we could hear and piece together…the Americans were very close now, we guessed two or three days away. It filled me with a bit of dread despite Grandmother’s efforts to calm me. She could see I was getting nervous hearing the radio and she switched it off and put it back in the cupboard.

“Let’s play another game Stephan,” she said- trying to take my mind from things, “I think you will find it interesting. It is more magic lessons for you…can’t let your powers atrophy when they are becoming SO strong!” She led me to the center of the room, away from all furniture. She stood back from me, pointed her wand…and muttered,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one!” I suddenly felt the entire room (including Oma) growing to enormous proportions…I also found my clothes replaced by hair and fur. The room continued to grow and grow and then I realized, I was shrinking! When the process finally ended, I stood below my grandmother who looked a hundred feet high by my estimate. She fetched a hand mirror from a shelf and held it down to me. I was immediately startled and recoiled momentarily in terror at what I saw, but I was robbed of the power of speech ; only a few squeaks could escape my mouth, – I was a MOUSE! Oma could see how frightened I was and she set the mirror down and pointed the wand at me saying,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one, make him a man and the spell is undone!” The proportions of the room began to change and Grandmother began to shrink from the size of a towering giant, back to the little old woman I knew. The room was as I remembered it as well, and I was back to normal size. It didn’t diminish my feeling of angst though; I swayed uneasily on my legs teetering until Oma rushed me over to a chair and sat me down.

“Well, well! You HAVE had a proper fright haven’t you!” she exclaimed, concerned but laughing slightly, hoping she hadn’t traumatized me too terribly.

“Oma! What was that?”

“A spell of transformation. I made you a mouse. You can do it to yourself; you need is to focus on the animal or plant you wish to be and then recite the incantation…you can even say it in your mind and not speak but I sometimes speak just to focus and concentrate. I figure it is another way to help you hide. Anyhow, are you alright?”

“Yes, just I wasn’t expecting it. …So I can do this THING to myself?”

“Yes of course. It takes a lot of concentration but I think your natural powers are able to make escort bayan it work,” she said before she suddenly realized she needed to sit down herself as well. She plopped down into a chair next to the table and continued,

“Wheew! That reminds me…I’ve forgotten what a drain it can be and it took a little bit out of me! Transformations can sometimes make you feel light headed – especially if you are casting the spell. How about trying the invisibility spell! Let me rest for a moment.”

I practiced making myself visible and invisible sitting at the chair. With a little practice I found I could snap it on and off like a light-switch. Oma sipped her substitute coffee across the table and beamed at me proudly. I figured a transformation spell would be good for getting into and out of tight spaces and all, but invisibility…especially if I could just stand still and not move…would work the best to help me hide!

“Hurrah Stephen! Hurrah! Much better; it’s only been a day and your control is more adept! I was impressed at your ability to control your seed in myself and those two ladies in the high meadow but now I see…other attributes of you are coming along splendidly!” We let out a mutual laugh of self-congratulation, me patting myself on the back for being a quick study and her for being a skilled teacher! Our happiness was short lived however as we heard the sound of a car coming down the street and approaching Oma’s house. She hurried to the window and looked outside through the curtains quickly as it approached and she muttered a word I still remember today and shudder at the thought,

“Gestapo!”

“Oma, but your spell yesterday on the woman and the soldiers…they were to say it was a clerical error and that your name was Hilda Bauer not Hilda Baumer!”

“No time to figure out what happened,” she said in a voice laden with distressed hurry as she moved my coffee cup to the sink with my plate to make it look like only SHE was having breakfast, “those men will tear this place apart and you being invisible will only delay things until you are bumped into!”

“I can run to the fields, make myself invisible there too!”

“No,” she said suddenly finding a plan in the back of her head and seizing her wand from the table, “I will make my stand here for you…and you…will hide but you will be much smaller,” she said looking at a hole in the wall at the floor next to the stove.”

“Grandmother, no!” I said as I tried to get my hands up to stop her. I wanted anything but that disorienting feeling again, however she was too quick! Her wand flashed with a flick of her wrist,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one,” she commanded. The next thing I knew, I was shrinking back to the size of something fit to run through the hole she had spied. I looked up at her; transformed into something small and furry and squeaking in alarm.

“Never mind that…get in the hole!” she said, her face etched with fear and urgency. I scampered to the hole best I could across the kitchen floor on new legs and feet that I quite frankly I was not at all used to plus having to deal with of all things…a tail behind me! It was quite strange and traumatic enough but knowing your death could be on the other side of the door pulling up in a car…well, I scampered through the hole fast as I could and then cautiously peered through the opening back at my grandmother who turned and moved to the door. She seized some household identification papers from a shelf near the door and flicking her wand at them, she then read the contents. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded her head. A knock pounded on the door as if on cue not two seconds later!

Grandmother looked back at me as I peered from around the corner of my mouse hole and motioned for me to GET- BACK- OUT-OF-SIGHT (like a mouse would give away my presence- I mean…yes, those fellows were good but not that GOOD). I backed up into the shadow nonetheless and she placed the papers on the shelf and opened the door. Standing there was a man in a black trench-coat and two black and silver-uniformed SS men; their uniforms and submachine guns an ominous image to this day which still haunts my memory. The man spoke,

“Hilda Bauer?” He said this with a tone of immediate authority.

“Yes,” Oma answered as she was pushed back into the kitchen; the three men entering as if repeating the scene of the previous day.

“I am Klaus Dietrich, with the Geheime Staatspolize. We are looking for a deserter, Private Stephan Baumer. I assume you have time to speak with us yes?” the Gestapo official asked politely as if he were inquiring about something over morning tea.

“Yes certainly,” continued Oma, “but that man is not here. Your people came by yesterday and..”

“Yes I know” he interrupted, “I received a report from Women’s Auxillery Antmuller and her two wooden headed assistants last night. I am just re-checking a few things here with you… all purely altıparmak escort bayan administrative, we won’t trouble you much…just a few questions and we are on our way, yes?”

“Of course!” Grandmother answered.

“Good, may I see some identification?”

“Yes,” Oma replied pulling the papers from the shelf and handing them to him, “here you are!” He took the papers and read through them. He held them up to the light checking for water-marks, and nodded his head. Then he handed the papers back to my grandmother.

“Good, so far all is in order. May I also look about the house and barn here with you?” he asked.

“Certainly-anything to help,” Oma replied. She wobbled unsteadily on her feet; possibly weak from having just executed my transformation into the tiny furry creature that I now was. Nonetheless, she remained calm.

“I’m sure,” Dietrich said in a condescending tone of feigned politeness – the Gestapo was always so polite until they were beating you senseless in a soundproof room where your screams could not be heard! He left one sentry at the front entrance and then sent another round the back of the house to watch for anyone trying to escape the house.

He took off his trench coat and threw it over a chair revealing the dark suit of a party official and the severe and neat tie – always a neat tie on those fellows; right next to his party badge. He took off his hat and through it on the table to reveal a balding head of thinning hair. Grandmother was forced to stand in the middle of the room while he walked from corner to corner of the kitchen.

Pausing by the sink, he looked into it and saw my dirty dish and my coffee cup. He looked at my Grandmother but said nothing – his suspicions sufficiently aroused. He then began to walk from room to room in the house while my Grandmother watched him, her wand behind her in the back skirt pocket. He stepped into the water closet and seeing nothing but the toilet and some newspapers, started to turn back into the kitchen. It was then my Oma moved like a flash.

Her wand flew up in her hand and she flicked it with her wrist. Dietrich stopped like he had been shot through the forehead. He stared blankly straight ahead for a moment, then presently he smiled and looked at my grandmother. He again had that professional composure about him but not as sinister, as if Grandmother had flicked a switch in his brain and the monster in the tie was now wet clay for her molding hands.

“Wouldn’t you like to see the barn, Herr Dietrich?” Oma asked, both putting the wand back into her pocket and stepping forward to take the Gestapo man by his hand.

“Why yes,…I need to see it. I am certain that I will find nothing there just as I found NOTHING here!” Oma’s spell was already soaked into his mind and working any memory of the dirty dish and coffee cup out of his consciousness! He had proven easier to overcome than the cruel blonde and her two soldiers. As he walked with Oma through the entrance of the barn, she reached into her back skirt pocket and retrieved the wand when his back was to her – stupid fool he was! Oma flicked the wand behind her back twice and I heard a thud against the wall to the house to the front, and presently there was another thud against the back of the house at the rear door.

I hid in my hole terrified for a moment and then, curiosity getting the better of me, crawled out and scampered across the floor. With my claws I climbed a window curtain and although not completely used to my limbs and tail, made the leap to the windowsill to peer through the glass. I was shocked and amused with what I saw! Outside, sleeping on the grass by the flower bed, lay the body of the SS man who had been posted to watch the front. He was snoring like he was cutting wood with his nose! A subsequent inspection I made at the back window as soon as I managed to scamper up to it revealed a similar scene; the other SS man lay crumpled against the door, sleeping deeply!

Hopping down from my perch on the window, I made my way across the kitchen floor to the door to the barn from the kitchen. It was then I heard my grandmother scream! I pushed with my paws on the door but I could not make it through there… it was closed. What was alarming was I was now small weak and helpless to do anything! I had to do something…ANYTHING!

I ran along the edge of the wall of the kitchen that bordered the barn. At the corner of the nook where my Oma’s bed rested I found a hole – sufficient for me to get through. I was now in the inner walls between the house. There was just enough crawlspace for me to move and crawl along sniffing and peering through the darkness for a way into the barn. After a few feet of travel, I saw feint light to the left up ahead. Most alarming was that the screams of my grandmother were now louder and louder. I hurried down the crawlway to the light and discovered it was a hole but upon peering out, I nilüfer eskort discovered it would be a one-way drop to the ground…three feet – into the hay of the goat’s pen!

I sucked in my breath,…let it out,…and leaped. I landed and went tumbling for a brief instant in the hay…not used to how light I was now! I then made my dash to the edge of the pen as my grandmother’s screams and calls intensified, my heart filled with terror! I peered from around the edge of the post in the goat’s pen and could not believe my eyes – I should have guessed.

Not fifteen feet away from me, down on the hay, naked as the day they were born were Oma and Dietrich fucking like two wild cats in heat; she down on all fours screaming and bawling like she was being split in two, and he crouched behind her with both hands upon her hips giving her cunny thorough interrogation! He was huffing and puffing like an asthmatic steam locomotive as he slewed his cock in and out of her rump, fucking her with determination while Oma rocked her body below him, her hips slamming back to meet with each of his thrusts, her wand in her hand at the ready. Her screams and moans became obscene curses of encouragement for him; urging him on to plow her harder and deeper with more vigor and ferocity!

Dietrich’s face was beat red, his cheeks flushed and his brow already beaded up with sweat. To tell the truth, it looked like Oma was killing him! Still, he exerted himself; launching a determined blitzkrieg of my grandmother’s sex and plowing her furrow like she was some bizarre Nazi agricultural initiative! For her part Oma looked like she was enjoying herself immensely as her free hand clenched and unclenched…gripping the hay on the floor and then releasing it as Dietrich’s torture weapon savagely spearheaded its way into her low country! A few more thrusts and Oma let out an agonized scream of one who has had enough and she shouted at the rafters in unconditional surrender as her bawling screaming capitulating crescendo ripped through her body in a wonderful Wagnerian climax; her cunny-dew dribbling and piddling on the hay below her. Dietrich stared far off into space and time. In a triumph of will and Aryan supremacy…exploded his vengeance weapon in a spout of screaming grunting joy…straight up into the cunt of my grandmother! He hovered for a moment, and then toppled over away from her, onto the hay; completely spent – and more importantly pliant and harmless now!

Oma rose to her feet weakly and began to fetch her things and dress herself. After a few minutes she was done. Oma now turned to the exhausted Dietrich on the hay.

“Get up! On your feet!” she said with a severity that made her seem ten feet tall and absolutely frightening. Dietrich, under her spell…immediately hurried to his feet…still in a trance staring off into space.

“What is to become of Stephan Baumer?” she asked sternly.

“He is to be located immediately and to be shot for desertion,” Dietrich replied like he was suffering from the haze of a narcotic while he spoke.

“Are there any leads as to his whereabouts?” she asked.

“No,” he said, “his trail went cold south of Ulm and none of our efforts have led to anything new.”

“Good! Now you are to get dressed. You are to collect your two henchmen and you are to return in your car back to your offices and file your report. You are to write in your report that you have inspected my residence and found me to be Hilda Bauer! You have found NO TRACE of Stephan Baumer – IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein,” Dietrich nodded stupidly staring off into space.

“How soon before the Americans arrive in this village?” Oma asked sternly again.

“I would say they are two, maybe three days away based on reporting we are getting. The Army is setting up another defense some fifteen kilometers away from here to the east,” Dietrich answered.

“Excellent, well as long as you are going back to your offices at the palace in the next valley,” she said, planting the seed of something in his brain, “and after your report is filed CLOSING THE CASE ON STEPHAN BAUMER WHOM YOU DISCOVERED WAS ACTUALLY KILLED IN AN AIR RAID ON HIS HOME CITY-EXONERATING HIM AND HIS FAMILY FROM ANY CHARGES OF TREASON OR DESERTION, then you will announce to all staff and soldiery in the village that you will all need to be pulling back to the defensive line to the east. You will give the order to your men and any SS personnel accompanying them to evacuate immediately to those new defensive positions – what again you say?…Fifteen kilometers?”

“Ja Fraulein!” came the stupid response.

“Hmmmm make that thirty kilometers. I always like round numbers. Anyhow thirty it is! You will tell them that after you file your report with your headquarters. Understood!”

“Ja Wohl Fraulein!” Dietrich answered.

“Good, and one more thing, after your report…you will feel the urge to depart by yourself in that car…to…Switzerland…you will take the southern route there…where you will remain until you can arrange passage out of Europe to…Paraguay! IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein!” he said again with his stupid nodding expression. He was now nothing to be intimidated by, just thoroughly amusing instead! Silly idiot!

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