A Spy too Far

It was with great relief that the next morning he started his journey to Oostende. Tony had a lovely young lady chauffer called Freda, she was only about 21, and very nervous at first. When Tony suggested he ride in the front with her, she seemed a little dismayed. They had four Wehrmacht out- riders, who were changed regularly at different stages during the journey. They would escort them for about fifty miles, and then turn back, while their relief would take over for the next part of the journey.

They made good progress the first day, and as the journey wore on, Freda became more relaxed with him, and by the time they got to their first evening stop, she was quite relaxed. She told him that she joined the Wehrmacht almost straight from school, having first spent some time in the Hitler Youth and a few months later she started training as a Pharmacist. She wanted to go back to training as a Pharmacist as soon as the war was over. They spent the evening together drinking and eating and talking, and retired to their separate rooms at about 10.00 clock to the drone of aircraft overhead, as the RAF were making one of their rare sorties into Nazi Germany. The probing searchlights weaving patterns across the sky and the occasional bark of a solitary anti-aircraft gun.. Eventually this was followed, by a sustained barrage of anti-aircraft fire. As Tony watched through the window, with the lights off, there was a timid knock on the door, and Fraulein Freda entered. She was in a plain white nightdress and looked absolutely terrified. She ran across the room and clung to him. It was obvious to Tony that she was terrified of the noise, although there were no bombs dropping near them. The sound of anti-aircraft fire was quite deafening at times. He thought it unlikely that they would be a target, as they were so isolated, and the RAF would not waste bombs on a country Gasthaus.

Freda slept with Tony that night, and they made love two or three times. The next morning they set off later than scheduled as the escort had not arrived, but they were soon turned back before long, as the RAF had knocked out two road bridges the previous night. So they spent a further two pleasant days and nights in the Gasthaus awaiting instructions. On the third day they received instructions to turn back, and take a more circuitous route. There escort arrived eventually and they arrived in Brussels on the fourth day, where Tony was to stay as a guest of the city Military Governor, and his very sexy young wife, before being escorted back to the coast by a local escort. Tony said goodbye to Freda, who shed a little tear as she left, and he decided to have an early night. The Governor had sent his apologies, but he had to attend a military function that evening, and left Tony in the care of his beautiful blonde sexy wife Frau Helga.

As he entered the Governors residence, Tony thought, in fact he was fairly sure, that he saw Janine, or someone like her watching in the distance. Tony was indeed certainly very conscious of someone watching him. Being as it were in hostile territory, and knowing how active the partisans were. At the time he put it down to an overactive imagination. Tony hurried into the governors residence, not wanting to be the target for a sniper, who wanted to avenge his so called treachery.

He had no illusions, and he knew that he would indeed be high on the list of some partisan groups for extermination. The Governors wife Frau Helga Schmidt, was something entirely different from anything Tony had expected. He had made enquiries before he left Burchesgarten about the Military Governor, and he had understood the Governor was in his mid fifties. Subconsciously he had assumed that his wife would be in the same age range. In this of course he soon found he was totally wrong.

Frau Helga made quite a show as she walked into the room to greet him. She had quite a voluptuous body which suited her. Her hand was held out to him. "Guten Abend Herr Nash." Her naturally blonde hair was waved, and set to give it body, and was cut to shoulder length. She had a very pretty almost doll like face, with a slightly up turned nose, smiling blue eyes, with long dark lashes and a wide very kissable mouth, with full lips, white teeth, and a very pretty smile. Her make up was applied with great care which enhanced her natural beauty.
Her white scooped neckline blouse was made of a cotton material. It was Tony thought slightly tighter than it should be, but showed her ample breasts to perfection. It also showed she was not wearing a bra as the nipples could be seen pressing tight against the material. She wore a knee length red skirt which reached her knees, and when she sat down and crossed her legs. Her shapely legs were shown to advantage, accentuated by her black thigh high stockings that she wore. On her feet, she wore red 4" high heel shoes. Her general standard of
dress and 4' heels indicated that she had made a special effort for his reception. She looked absolutely delightful. She showed him to his suite and promised to call him in time for dinner.

Having been shown to his room for the night Tony quickly undressed, and made his way to the bathroom. He lay back in the bath thinking about the day's events, and glad the journey was almost over. The trip to Oostende could be done in about four hours with luck. The possible sighting of Janine intrigued him and occupied his mind, but inevitably his mind came switching back to his present situation, and the flirtatious Frau Helga Schmidt. It was inevitable that he should get an erection as his mind wandered. He was almost half asleep enjoying the hot bath when the door opened and Frau Schmidt walked in to the bathroom. She was wearing a white satin housecoat "I thought you might be here, Herr Nash, I tried the door and to my surprise it was unlocked" Seeing him in the bath, she smiled broadly, and her eyes twinkled as she noticed his embarrassment."

Tony sat up a little, his hands in vain, attempting to cover the intimate parts of his body as she stood by the side of the bath, obviously in no hurry to leave. "The door would not lock" Tony protested. "I know, I am sorry I should have told you." She said. Tony thought he had better get out the bath and thought briefly about standing up. But then he realised that would be worse and he would be revealed in all his glory. Frau Schmidt just stood there with a smile on her face, as she took note at his state of sexual excitement

"Oooh Herr Nash have you been playing with yourself in the bath, or perhaps you were thinking of poor lonely little me?" Tony felt himself flushing with embarrassment, as she stared at the lower half of his body. His cock was quite prominent as the water was not deep enough to cover all of him properly. It hadn't occurred to Tony, that although he had been having erotic thoughts about her before she came in, her presence, her boldness and open invitation was also having the obvious effect. She was looking with very great interest down at his throbbing erection. He didn't know what to do, so he slipped back into the bath again and used his hands to cover himself. Tony stammered his apologies., "I'm so sorry Frau Helga ... I don't know what you must think" He stammered.
"Oh darling man don't be ashamed" she said as she leant over the bath. "I trust Mein Herr you were thinking about me?"
"Well yes I guess I was" Tony muttered, feeling horribly embarrassed. She reached out and immersed her hand in the water, as her fingers ran through the water across his stomach boldly fondled the full length of his cock.

"Mmmmm, that's nice and very hard isn't it? She said, smiling happily as his cock jerked against her hand in response, as she gently wrapped her fingers round it. The sensual touch of her fingers was heightened by the lapping water caressing his balls. She stood there, bent over the bath, gently sliding her hand backwards and forwards.
"Mein Herr. If you were thinking of me - then logically that beautiful cock belongs to me does it not?" She asked as a broad smile flitted across her face.
Tony sensed that she was enjoying this, and suspected she was waiting for him to
make the next move. Her face left him in no doubt that any move he made would be
more than welcome.

Not wishing to waste the opportunity, and feeling very bold, Tony stood up and put his arms round her, kissing her while one hand ran up the outside of her thigh, and inside her housecoat, and round her inner thigh.. Tony quickly realised that no barriers existed under her housecoat to his exploring fingers, as with a little moan of delight she opened her legs slightly, and eased herself against his wet body. Her fingers still had hold of him.' Tony put one hand on her shoulder to steady himself, his fore finger of his right hand teasing her blonde bush ... and gently probing her pussy lips. "Mmmm that's Sehr Gut Herr Nash, but we have got to do something more about this haven't we?" She said making as though to move away" I can't let my guest suffer like this can I? So Mein Liebchen I think we might do better on the bed." Tony quickly and enthusiastically got out of the bath and grabbed a towel in passing
as she took him back to his bed. She lay back on the bed looking up at him eagerly; her housecoat had disappeared in the process of walking... "Now what am I supposed to do... ?" she asked smiling, and looking up at him and at his cock erect and ready for her. Tony knelt in front of her and inserted his finger into her pussy, as he started to finger fuck her, slowly at first and then faster as her juices started to flow, and she started to move against him, her arms went up round his neck pulling him down to her luscious lips, then she lay back and fondled her breasts, they were beautiful, and looked firm and soft to her touch as she
cupped them in her hands squeezing her nipples gently and gasping in pleasure, her orgasm was not slow in coming and very intense as she shuddered against his hand...

Tony released her from his grip, she stood up and then she pushed him gently back on the bed as she crouched over him. He could see the glistening droplets of her juices, coating the hairs on her pussy; she reached down and took the head of his cock between two fingers.
"We do not have to be very quiet Mein Herr as we are all alone in this big house except for the servants, and they do not matter..." She said as she guided his cock towards her pussy. She guided him in, very slowly at first as just the tip went inside her as she changed positions to crouch over him and then she started to fuck the tip of his cock, just a little at first, up and down, up and down then further ... further ... she allowed more of him to penetrate inside
her, stretching her as she gradually lowered herself all the way down. She continued to crouch over him, riding his cock as they moved together.

She smiled down naughtily at him. "Oh yes Herr Nash, yeeeess., now please, yes yeeeeesssss." She screamed. She rode up and down on his cock, her hands on his shoulders, as she fucked him hard, and her juices flowed over him. Tony reached up for her breasts and held them tight, squeezing and pinching as they moved, quickly he felt himself building to orgasm, and her legs spread wide, in complete abandonment as Tony made his final thrust.
Eventually she stopped, relaxed, and stood up her legs spread with one foot either side of him. She took a towel and wrapped it round her waist.
"I think we should share the bath now Mein Liebchen." Kneeling down on the bed she kissed
him passionately, and then she ran to the bathroom to prepare the bath for them both. There was only the two of them for dinner, as her husband had sent a courier to say that he would be detained until morning.

There was plenty of wine and the lights were low, while Tony was quizzed continually by Frau Helga, about his contacts with the Fuhrer, and his relations with Elizabeth, while all the time she quietly extolled the virtues of her husband, as at the same time she took every opportunity to tease him, with her voluptuous body.. .

Tony was in no doubt that he was hopefully, as far as she was concerned, being invited to put a good word in for her husband in the right quarters. It came home to Tony that having an entry to the Fuhrer, and anticipated marriage to his niece resulted in many people assuming that gave him a lot of influence in the hierarchy of the Nazi Party, but Tony knew that he had little if any influence, and that he would be quickly discarded when his publicity value ran out. However if that was what she hoped or thought, then he was quite happy to let her think that he had that sort of influence.

Her loving ministrations carried on in his bed, for some hours after dinner, and Tony thoroughly exhausted vaguely remembered her leaving his bed in the early hours of the morning to return to her own suite..

At a late breakfast next morning Tony was introduced to the military governor himself, a fat pompous little man who apologised for his absence. He made a point several times of hoping that his had entertained Tony properly, and Tony was left with the distinct impression he was well aware of how his wife had entertained Tony the previous night, and that he had probably organized it Tony found it hard to build a mental picture, of this little pompous little fat man making love to such a beautiful young lady.

The Governor apologised that he would have to devote himself to military affairs that morning, but said that a car and escort had been laid on to take Tony to the coast whenever he was ready "He said. Unfortunately Mein Herr; your delayed arrival caused a slight problem with my commitments. I would have loved to have spent more time with you, but as you can see I am a very busy man."

While Tony would not have minded spending more time with his glamorous wife he was glad to depart for the coast..

Next Chapter 10

The Journey Home
Chapter Ten

The trip to the coast from Brussels was most boring; the escort consisted of two elderly Wehrmacht soldiers who were not inclined to talk, and seemed to resent being made to chauffer him. It was noticeable that he had no additional escort, and Tony was fairly sure that the Governor himself had been rather remiss in not providing a stronger escort for him, and if anything happened to him someone he would surely pay for it knowing the Nazi hierarchy.

They were just outside Bruges, on a lonely country road when the car came to a sudden stop, ostensibly for a hay wagon which had lost a wheel, and was blocking the road. The two escorts got out protesting vehemently to the farmer, with a lot of shouting, and waving of arms, when suddenly, they were overpowered by about five men. The car door was opened, and Tony was roughly dragged out, blindfolded, gagged and his hands bound. He felt himself being tossed into the back of a truck of some kind, and covered with hay. It seemed about three hours later, that he was hauled out the truck, and allowed to fall on the ground. He was forced into some sort of building, and his blindfold was taken off. It was a farmhouse kitchen. He looked up to see himself surrounded by a number of rough looking men, obviously partisans and three women who were armed with an assortment of weapons.

The men there were arguing about what to do with him, in a mixture of Flemish and French. It seemed to Tony, that it was a debate whether to hang him or shoot him. Tony was able to understand the conversation, and politely interrupted in French and said “I am not a traitor I was sent for a specific task from the UK but the operation was cancelled just after we got here. He told them that Janine herself would vouch for him.

Only one person there seemed to know of Janine, and while a significant number of the partisans wanted to take no notice and execute him Tony interrupted their talk, and asked quietly in French.
"Can I speak to your leader alone please?" There was a large amount of shouting and protests, but eventually he was left with a middle aged woman.
"Are you the group leader." he asked.
She said that she was. He explained briefly that he needed to get to England as soon as possible. She laughed and Tony could see that she was not convinced. He had to take a chance so he said.
"Will you take what I have to say in total and absolute confidence?"
"Of course, you are to be executed anyway, so talk while you can."
Tony then explained his mission in detail missing very little out, while she sat and listened. Fortunately, he could remember the name of the leader of the group, who had picked them up from the Lysander drop, and he mentioned Janine and Anne- Marie. Halfway through, she got up, and gave Tony a glass of water, which was encouraging. After a drink she let him continue.

When Tony had finished, she left the room, and he could hear talking in the next room. After about two hours the door opened and Janine came in, she rushed over to him, and undid his bonds and they embraced. She turned to the on looking partisans. "My friend's thank you, today you have made a wonderful capture. We have to get Commander Nash back to England as soon as possible."

The relief Tony felt, was probably one of the best feelings he had felt for a long time. Janine and Tony spent the next two days almost joined at the hip. ^Tony wanted Janine to go back to England with him, but her parents would not hear of it, but having got Tony‘s address in England her parents agreed that after the war they would allow Janine to visit him. They just wanted to be with each other so much. She told him that she had seen him in Brussels, and that they had set up an ambush to capture him, on the main road to Oostende, but it had failed as his drivers had taken a back road, and it was just good fortune that this group had managed to capture him. They had killed both his two escorts, and taken their uniforms and side arms.

He was quizzed about his trip to Burchesgarten and Hitler by the group. He answered as honestly as he could about everything he had seen there. Janine was a bit cynical, about his explanation of his betrothal to Elizabeth. He told her that he had taken the opportunity as it arose, but he had to admit that he did have some feelings for Elizabeth at first as he thought that basically she was quite a nice woman.

The next evening, now in civilian clothes, he was taken to a field some 20 Kilometers' away, to await his pick up. It was about 11.30 at night when the Lysander came into land. It turned round into the wind ready to take off without stopping. The plane had barely come to a halt when two ladies jumped out, and some packages were tossed out on to the grass, and he was halfway through the open door when there was a burst of firing. Tony was hit in both legs, but a pair of strong hands hastily dragged him into the plane, as the plane started its run to take off.. His presence took the crew by surprise, he as instantly recognized, as his photograph had been well publicized in the press, but his explanation was weak, as he told them his defection was a sham, and he had been on a secret mission. It was partially accepted and the fact that they half believed his story of being a double agent, it seemed to them to be partially credible. It was obvious that his name had been vilified in the popular press, and Lord Haw-Haw had made the most of his defection on his daily radio broadcasts.

As he talked, the co-pilot had been attending to his wounds and had managed to stop the bleeding. On landing at an airfield in the south of England, he was met by two military policemen and escorted to the base hospital. He was handcuffed to the bed in a secure room and had a guard of two military policemen.

After a few hours an intelligence officer visited him, and Tony asked him to contact Mr. Broughton, at the Admiralty, and or Captain S/M at Portsmouth, who would vouch for his identity, and confirm the operation that he had been assigned. He was however, kept under lock and key, for another 24 hours until Mr. Broughton arrived, together with the Staff Officer Submarines from the Submarine Base at Portsmouth. .

The following day, he was transferred to a secure military hospital near Gloucester. It was in a large park in a facility normally reserved for VIP's. He was kept in a single room, and all his uniforms and personal possessions were returned to him, and he noted that all his uniforms had now been altered, and now had the three wide rings of a full Commander. Tony went through three days of intensive de-briefing, with officers from the various branches of the intelligence service.

However, he did refuse to tell them the purpose of his mission, insisting that they got the details direct from the Admiralty if they needed to know. Tony was well aware that if the Germans knew what his mission was, and that it had been cancelled they would guess that somehow Britain had got the codes they needed, and that could be disastrous.

Tony’s cousin Jean visited him at the hospital. The news that he had defected, had been a terrible shock to her, and she was so relieved that he was not the traitor everyone believed him to be. She told him that she too had been vilified by a number of newspapers, and people as she was related to him, and many narrow minded people regarded her as a traitor as well. No-one from the admiralty had in any way done anything to alleviate her anxiety.

The fact that Jean and he had been brought up very much like brother and sister, by her parents. had meant that of course they were close. The fact that Jean was desperately in love with him was a secret she had kept to herself.

His parents during his later school years seeing the first signs of the Nazi movement in Germany, had elected to leave him with his Aunt in England, so as not to disrupt his schooling any further, and so he had completed his education in the UK.

Meanwhile immediately pre-war Tony’s parents were overseas, carrying on their duties in the diplomatic service. Unfortunately they had been tragically killed in a car accident whilst holidaying in Bermuda just before the outbreak of the war. His legacy from his parents had been the adjoining farm to Jeans. Her farm had also been left to her by her parents, before their death. She had continued in his absence to run both farms as one unit. The farm belonging to Tony, was known as Lower Hill Farm, the farmhouse had been let to a number of residents over the years, while Jean worked the land. Tony was aware that he had to be very careful what he said to Jean, as his mission had been covered by the Official Secrets Act, and fortunately she was sensible enough to understand that had to be the case.

About a week after he had returned he was again visited by Mr. Broughton who gave him confirmation that his Victoria Cross had been reinstated, and that as he had guessed, his rank of Commander also re-instated with instant effect. He was pleased at that news. Mr. Broughton did however tell him, to his utter dismay " Their Lordships have decided that you are no longer eligible for sea service during the European hostilities. If you were captured by the Germans now, you would be shot as a spy, and you are too valuable to allow that to happen"
"What happens to me now?" he asked.
"Well you go on sick leave in a week or so, for about three months, and you are being allowed to wear civvy clothes for the time being for security reasons. You will be kept under close surveillance by special branch, as they understand the IRA have been asked to assassinate you by the Nazi's. If they did, it would restore some credibility to the Nazi regime, and they could boast that they could get to you, even in this country. There are a number of pending appointments under consideration, in which your experience will be vital especially in the Submarine Service."

Tony could see that Mr. Broughton was trying to say something and was having some difficulty in saying it. But then he said. “Tony I have some bad news for you I am afraid. Your whole family in Berlin have been rounded up and taken away by the Gestapo as a reprisal, for you deceiving them. It is something I should have taken into account before asking you to take the assignment. In addition, your friend Janine was killed t the time of your departure, as somehow the Germans found out about your departure and they tried to stop you.”

Tony was heartbroken, but his only faint consolation was, that as his cousin Greta was attached to the Gestapo she might be able to ensure their long term safety in some way
The following day, the announcement of his safe return was made to the press. His whereabouts, was kept from the press for obvious reasons, and the war office issued a D notice on any further articles concerning his activities or location. His public relations was kept very low key and he was ably assisted by a very young attractive lady called Joan Hanley from the admiralty, who organised the press release, and who managed the few interviews that the press were allowed. At first he thought she was from the press office, but as time went on, he realised that she was actually attached to one of the intelligence branches. She spent a lot of time with him, but always left him when he had visitors, unless she was asked to stay. One night, it was close to midnight when she came to his room, he was half awake when he saw her. At first she just stood in the doorway just looking at him.

She looked quite beautiful and sexy in the moonlight. She was dressed in a white silk dressing gown which seemed to have a magical silver glimmer to it in the bright moonlight. He noticed that she was in her bare feet. She seemed to glide across the room, and sat on the edge of his bed, and he could just smell the fragrance she was wearing. She smiled down at him. "Can’t you sleep either ?" Joan asked.
"I guess you have had quite a traumatic time, haven't you.? It must have been terrible for you, having to watch everything you do, and say, knowing full well that the Gestapo could pounce at any time." Then after a few moments, taking Tony a bit by surprise. She lay down alongside him on the bed, and put her head on his pillow. Her lips were but a few inches away from his.

"I am going to stay with you until you go home, because the more we talk, the more you will possibly remember about your experiences. You are an intelligent man, and you know full well, without me telling you, that your subconscious memory, can suddenly remember things you thought you had forgotten. I need to be here when that happens because all these snippets are so important to the war effort"
"Yes Joan I know that, and right now, unless you get off this bed my subconscious memory has just remembered what having sex with a beautiful lady like you is like."
She laughed. "You see I told you - didn't I? You see Tony we are making progress already. The boss told me to get close to you, but he did not say how close, so I have to use my own initiative."
Then she put her free arm round his neck and kissed him, softly at first, and then with increasing passion. To his dismay, she then slid off the bed, and stood up. But instead of leaving him, she quickly took off her dressing gown and nightdress and she slid into bed under the bedclothes with him.

"It was nice for him to cuddle up to a nice warm woman. “You see how we are already making progress Tony." She said. "But it would be much better if you had no pyjamas on." Soon with her assistance she had him as naked as she was.
"Jokingly Tony said " Is this one of those dirty tricks you people use to make suspects talk?"
"Yup darling. Pillow talk is full of value. So start talking."
Her hand was following his body down to his groin
"That's better Tony" As she spoke her hand was taking his erection in her hand.
"Ooh yes," she sighed as her small hand began to caress his thickening cock. Tony opened his thighs to allow her exploring hands greater access. "Oh, I like it," he moaned. As he took her in his arms, and started to kiss her face, her eyes and nibble her ears. It was the early hours of the morning, when Joan left him before the night staff did their rounds. He slept soundly for several hours after that.

The End of Part One

Note Part 2 is being rewritten. Tony finds that he is a hunted man even back in England.
And of course knowing Tony he soon finds plenty of willing ladies to keep him happy. .