Reluctant Hero

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 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 me. "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. 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. 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 gave him a lot of influence in the hierarchy of the Nazi Party, despite his relatively low rank. 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.

At a late breakfast next morning Tony was introduced to the military governor himself, who apologised for his absence. He hoped his wife had entertained him, and Tony was left with the impression he was well aware of how his wife had entertained Tony the previous night. He was a fat pompous little man, and he found it hard to build a mental picture, of this little pompous little fat man making love to such a beautiful wife. Tony admitted to himself that he would have loved to have seen it happen in real life.

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 “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.” He bade his farewells and Tony prepared himself for the journey to the coast.

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Chapter 10
Home at last

The trip to the coast from Brussels was most boring; the escort consisted of two elderly Wehrmacht soldiers who were not inclined to talk, to him or to each other as they travelled. 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, 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, after the interrogation, so he assumed that they were partisans of some kind. 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 Tony could see that she was not convinced. He had to take a chance so he said.
“Will you take what he have to say in total 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 picked them up in the channel, 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. They just wanted to be with each other so much. She told him that it was her in Brussels that he had seen , and that they had set up an ambush to capture him, on the main road to Oostende, but it had failed as the Germans had taken a back road, and it was just good fortune that this group had managed to capture him. They had killed 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 10.00 o clock 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 bust of firing. Tony was hit in both legs, but a pair of strong hands dragged him into the plane. His presence took the crew by surprise, 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 because of his perfect English, and the fact that they half believed his story of being a double agent, 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. An intelligence officer visited him, and he asked him to contact Mr. Broughton, at the Admiralty, and or Captain S/M at Portsmouth, who would vouch for him. He was however kept under lock and key, for another 24 hours until Mr. Broughton arrived together with the Staff Officer from the Submarine Base at Portsmouth together with his uniforms and luggage.

The following day, he was transferred to a secure military hospital near Gloucester. It was in a large park and normally reserved for VIP’s. He was kept in a single room and his uniforms were returned to him and he noted that all his uniforms had now been altered and now all his uniforms 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 from the Admiralty. Tony was well aware that the Germans would have guessed that the British had got hold of their codes, if he had mentioned the mission, and the fact that it had been quite quickly aborted.

Tonys cousin Jean visited him at the hospital. The news that he had defected, had been a terrible shock, and no-one from the admiralty had in any way done anything to alleviate her anxiety. Jean and he had been brought up much like brother and sister by her parents. His parents had elected to leave him with his Aunt, so as not to disrupt his schooling any further, and so he had gone to school in England, after they returned from Berlin. Meanwhile immediately pre-war Tonys 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 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 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 re-instated with instant effect. He was pleased at that. 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. 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 appointments under consideration, in which your experience will be vital especially in the Submarine Service.”

Tony was rather disappointed but he realised that there was some substance in Mr. Brightens comment.

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 articles concerning his activities. 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 a press and 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. “You cannot 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 is like.”
She laughed. “You see I told you - didn’t I ? You see Tony they 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.

“His subconscious memory told him how nice it was 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.

*** Next Part 2. The Fight for Survival coming soon

In part 2 Tony finds that the Nazi’s were out for revenge, and he has to have his wits about him, even though he was in England and still a serving officer. Not only the Nazis and their friends in the IRA but a few jealous husbands and boyfriends had him on their hate list as well.