The Angel of Death

Aline's mother had died when she was 10, and she was allowed to sleep with Daddy and cry herself to sleep. Daddy rubbed his cock every night before he went to sleep, then he turned out the light. They slept naked since she was allowed to sleep with Daddy and tortured him until she was allowed to rub his cock. It wasn't hard to learn and it sent nice shivers down her spine when he stroked her pussy very finely and intensely in the meantime.

Immediately after the funeral Aunt Renate had stayed with them, she was the 20 years older sister of her mother and a real nun. She came every day in the late afternoon, cooked dinner and took care of the kitchen. She always got to bed very late, awkwardly took off her black robe and lay down next to Daddy. She was really old and roundly fat, her face not pretty and her breasts hung down to her belly button like fat bags. She had quite no pubic hair left and her little clit was always red and sore.

Aunt Renate didn't care that Aline rubbed Daddy's cock, she lay down, bent her legs and masturbated with her eyes closed. When Aline had let Daddy cum, she put her head between Renate's thick thighs and watched the masturbation very closely. After a few days she was able to do it and with each day better.

One evening Daddy stopped the hand of Aline and rolled over to Renate. She was surprised and stopped masturbating. He wants to fuck her, Papa said. Renate shook her head in refusal. She had never fucked before, she said angrily, and she was too old for it. But Daddy's cock was already stiff and he really wanted to fuck, not discuss it. Aline sat up on the edge of the bed because Daddy was gripping Renate's wrists tightly. She turned her head away when he tried to kiss her. "Oh my God, I'm a virgin after all," Renate gasped, pressed, "please don't do this to me, please don't hurt me!"

Daddy was very determined and even though Renate tried to pull her cunt from him, Aline could see his glans latching onto her cleft. Suddenly Renate gave up. Daddy immediately reached for his cock and put it in the right position. He stroked Renate's cheek with one hand and thrust very hard. She gave a surprised exclamation, then Daddy began to fuck her intensely. Aline had never seen the fucking before and watched everything keenly. Renate was not angry, on the contrary. She first made a face like a poor bunny, later she kicked her legs and panted like a dog, tongue half stuck out. Fucking obviously made her very horny and you could tell she was having a hell of a lot of fun. He fucked faster and faster and Renate's body and legs were rocked wildly. Daddy was now thrusting slowly and deeply and Aline knew he was cuming.

Daddy lay down next to Aline and slowly dozed off, Renate started to masturbate with a first quick orgasm only seconds after the fucking and then continued to masturbate like every night and Aline turned off the light. She would ask Daddy everything tomorrow, now she took care of her clit, which had become all stiff and horny from watching their fucking. Yes, she would ask him tomorrow.

The next two years went on evenly. Daddy initially fucked Renate every night, who took it wordlessly and then masturbated. Aline followed the fucking with interest, Renate always got horny very quickly and usually had an orgasm before he cum. Renate watched him wordlessly as he got into it and then squirted into her fuckhole. Daddy didn't have much fun with fucking, because Renate doesn't do it right, he complained to Aline. Renate would just have to fuck along, said Daddy, not just lie there like a punching bag. Aline understood this and once spoke to Renate about it when they were cooking dinner together. Renate kept silent grimly and worked on the vegetables with a pinch. Perhaps she was of the opinion that a 12‐year‐old did not need to give her advice.

Aline was very proud of her breasts, which had finally started to grow. Daddy had to feel and caress them every evening and compliment them. Aline was almost 13 and now went shopping all by herself with the grocery cards and a little money. If she didn't get something on Renate's shopping list, she improvised and looked for a substitute. As Daddy had said, she dodged the German roadblocking soldiers, and that always worked. "Paris belongs to us French," Papa said often, "one day we'll chase the damn Germans away!" Aline said nothing to this, for she had often looked at the German soldiers and there were some very pretty ones among them.

Slowly she approached the subject. Renate really never felt like getting fucked further after her quick orgasm and lay there like a buff sandbag while fucking and let it happen. Daddy fucked Renate every day to her orgasm and Aline did him later with her hand. She was old enough to fuck now, she kept telling Daddy, though he shook his head. She would sometimes pull his hard‐on in front of her pussy and look, but it was way too big. She got him to fuck and cum in her vaginal entrance only. However, it took several more weeks before he was ready.

"Deflowering hurts a little," he said, and she nodded. She'd seen it happen at Renate's, and it was over in a moment, she said. She certainly wouldn't lie there like a punching bag either, she said giggling. He was kneeling between her thighs and the glans was already in her vaginal entrance.

"Okay?" he asked, and she nodded excitedly. "Okay," Aline whispered, holding him by the hips. She felt just a little prick and then how the warm cock penetrated quite deeply. Daddy kissed her on the mouth, his tongue seeking hers. They had never kissed like this before and she embraced his neck. The French kissing was actually quite light and it made her tremble, the shivers ran down her spine so beautifully. She closed her eyes and listened inside, the thrusting made her hornier and hornier. She gently pushed along, exactly in time with him. He moaned and squirted, squirting and squirting all at once. She knew his cock would go soft right after that and was a little sad that it was already over. He lowered himself next to her, he was dog tired. He stroked her face and asked quietly if it was okay with her. She nodded and said she was almost at orgasm, maybe next time. He nodded and dozed off. Aline looked at Renate, who was masturbating silently. Aline turned out the light and devoted herself to her clit. She was mighty proud that she had fucked and she had almost come to orgasm. The residual excitement grew as she touched her clit.

After 14 days Aline had already figured out what she had to do to orgasm while fucking. Daddy was obviously very happy with their fucking and only fucked Renate briefly, mostly just as an appetizer to the main course with Aline. He fucked without squirting Renate, who came very easily to orgasm and immediately lay down with Aline. He fucked her long and extensively and squirted into her after she had orgasmed. Aline masturbated every night until her eyes closed. The tiredness came when she had relaxed a few times. Those were probably the three best years Aline had with Daddy.

Renate had called, saying she was staying with the nuns in solidarity because the damned Germans had occupied the convent. She would stay with her sisters even though there were rumors that they would all be deported to Poland. That's what happened, the nuns were taken to Poland and Daddy went to the Résistance meetings every night. Aline was 17 and was also allowed to go with him. The Résistance could make good use of a young girl and they both couldn't go home because the Germans had searched their apartment and Daddy was put on the wanted list.

Daddy accompanied her to the Rue Barbès. He took her to the most expensive establishment in Paris, the Flamingo Club. "It's a whore house, I know" he said, "but the safest place in this damn war!" He paused, for two people were passing close by. "I know the Madame, she's a leader in the Résistance and extremely reliable, you can trust her. I'm going to disappear, I have to. But I'll visit you as often as I can!" It was the moment when they had to part. She hugged Daddy and felt that it was a goodbye forever.

A pretty young woman led her to the second floor, to Madame's office. She had to wait a few minutes, Madame was on the phone. She was a very old woman, very elegantly dressed and beautifully made up. She was very energetic, Aline recognized that immediately, although she didn't understand the language, it was probably Italian or Spanish. She hung up the phone, some women left the office. Two women remained and a four‐toned giant. Ben, whom she was to get to know better later. The greeting was friendly and Madame asked this and that. How far she had come at the Lycée and that the school had been closed for a year.

Whether she knew what the Flamingo Club was and Aline nodded, an expensive whore house. Madame smiled finely, that was true of course, but we are talking about an establishment, that sounded better. Aline nodded, she apologize. Madame laughed and flashed her flawless teeth. Never again should she apologize, one stand by one's convictions or learn quietly. "I've known your father for a very long time, he's one of the best!" Madame spoke of the Résistance without calling the child by name. Madame leaned back and told her to undress. Aline looked at the two women and Ben, but Madame nodded, go ahead! Aline quickly removed the dress and stood in front of the foursome in her panties. Madame pointed with her long cigarette holder, that too! Very unsettled, Aline took off the panties.

The four looked at her very closely and smiled kindly. Madame asked if she had shaved her pubic hair, but Aline shook her head, they had not grown at all yet. And no, she was not menstruating yet either. Madame nodded kindly, that makes you precious. Aline replied that she spoke German quite well besides French, her mother was from Austria. Madame looked at her papers, yes, von Waldenberg. The Baroness, and Aline already wanted to deny it, but she kept her mouth shut, she didn't really know. And of course she also had 5 years of Latin, but she didn't speak it. Ben grinned impudently and winked happily at her, then petrified himself back into a statue. Yes, her mother and her sister Renate always spoke German to her.

Madame exchanged a meaningful glance with the two women, who nodded in agreement. "But now for something else," Madame said, asking how she felt about the German occupiers and the French resistance? Aline concentrated and completely forgot that she was naked. She looked at the four of them and replied, "My father said I could speak openly with Madame." Madame nodded, then said those present could hear everything. Aline thought for a moment. She didn't know any Germans personally and only knew what was generally said about them. Even if only half of it was true, they were scum and not honorable men. Madame remained silent and awkwardly lit a cigarette.

She had been going along with her father to the secret meetings for almost a year, and she thought it right and just that they should send the Germans away again or throw them out by force. If she were not only 17, she would have joined the fighters, but the father had forbidden it. Madame lingered on this point for a long time. She said that many Germans came to the establishment, they loved the shows, the champagne and the girls. She would like to have Aline work in the establishment, drink champagne with the Germans and go to the room with them. She looked at Aline questioningly. Aline nodded in agreement and mumbled that she was happy to do that, but she had never had Champagne or other alcohol before.

And going to the room with the gentlemen was no problem, she had been fucking already for 4 years. Madame did a quick calculation and asked if she had fucked many lovers in those 4 years? Aline shook her head, No, it was only one. She didn't want to say it was Daddy and when Madame asked if her lover might mind, she shook her head. "He's with the Résistance, I don't know where he is or if we'll meet again," Aline said in a firm voice, suppressing tears. Madame now spoke to one of the two women and then told Aline that Yvonne would show her the room, take her to the dressmaker to have beautiful clothes made, and explain everything to her in detail, how things were done in the establishment, what was all right and what was not. Madame stood up, nodded to her and disappeared behind a heavy curtain.

Aline dressed quickly, Yvonne introduced her to Monique and Ben. Ben was responsible for keeping the house in order, watching out for all the girls and kicking out the ruffians. Aline shook hands with them and squealed because Ben's handshake was painful. Ben looked at her kindly, if there was a problem with a guest, she should press the emergency button, he would be right there. Gradually the picture formed for Aline. Yvonne showed her the room, went with her to the dressmaker, who measured her very carefully. Yvonne made an appointment for the next day with the photographer, she giggled while talking on the phone. "That guy tries to fuck for free every time!" she said laughing to Aline. "A very important point: whoever you fuck, that's up to you, but never for free! Everyone has to pay, really everyone!"

The photographer tried it the other day, of course, and Aline told him the price, 2,000 francs. That was already a friendship price, she added, because the pomaded and made‐up photographer was not a pleasant appearance. Yvonne smiled in the background. Aline had never been photographed naked before and she only did what Yvonne told her to do. Whatever the photographer thought of, she always looked at Yvonne. She was very uncomfortable that the photographer kept touching her body at any moment.

In the evening she picked up Monique and sat down with her in the crowded club. Monique explained exactly how it went down and gave her valuable advice on what to look out for. She drank a glass of Champagne and it tasted quite good. After the second glass she stopped, feeling only a very slight dizziness. Monique said she had to drink with the guests, but it was better if she just sipped the glass, it was much wiser. If she was thirsty, then a juice or mineral water would do. Most of the girls do it that way, it was an unspeakable stupidity to get drunk at work. Aline nodded, she would remember that well, I promise! It was much more difficult to listen to the guests and make conversation. One should only say something vague and approximate, preferably repeating the meaning of what the guest said. In no case to say one's own opinion or conviction, even if it was often difficult. That was just as important as drinking, that could go wrong very quickly! Aline nodded, that was easy to understand.

A young German, after asking politely, sat down with them and ordered a Champagne. Monique answered in the affirmative as she quietly asked if she should do it with him. "You decide and not for free," Monique murmured and left after a few minutes. The German chatted the whole time, obviously happy to be able to talk German with a girl. Aline listened and just said the same thing he had said, mutatis mutandis. At some point he wanted to get intimate with her. She didn't mind, he wasn't sober anymore, but he was a smart guy and of course he wanted to pay. She preceded him towards her room, but Ben was standing in the corridor pointing to a completely different room.

They fucked quite happily and she had no bad impression of the young German. He paid as agreed and kissed her on the mouth before going out. She exchanged a quick glance with Ben, who had been waiting a few steps beside the room. It was a good start. Over the next year, Aline fucked hundreds of Germans and most of them seemed like decent people to her. Ben only had to throw out a handful and she was grateful because he was always there when she needed him. Ben had fucked Aline only a few times in the beginning, and despite his small cock, he managed to make her really horny and usually bring her to orgasm. He was completely infatuated with the young, childlike girl who masturbated so naturally when she didn't have an orgasm while fucking. Later they fucked regularly every day in the early afternoon, when the business had not yet started.

Madame took a drag on her cigarette holder and sipped her liquor. Aline waited a little excitedly, as she usually greeted Madame from a distance, but it was special to be summoned to her office. She was quite sure that she had not done anything wrong. She had fit into the establishment like a living organism. Madame looked up. She said only a few sentences of small talk and got down to business. Was she still in line with the Resistance?

Aline nodded in agreement, Yes, she was still ready to drive the Germans out of Paris. Her face began to glow. Madame nodded and smiled. She would have an assignment for her. To put a few drops in a Champagne glass for a certain officer. "Think that it is only a laxative, my sweet," Madame said with a smile, "but I will not lie to you. It is a poison, a slow‐acting poison. He won't die until two days later, so no one can suspect you." Madame looked straight at her and took a drag on her cigarette. "We don't kill innocent people, my sweetheart, only the most disgusting pigs." They fell silent and Aline nodded in agreement, she understood that, she murmured almost inaudibly. "I am ready, Madame Lavernier!" she said in a firm voice. Madame nodded and briefly explained how it was to be done. Aline went out 15 minutes later and leaned against the wall of the corridor. She was shaking all over. Finally she could do something for the Résistance, but on the other hand she was terrified. She had never killed anyone before, not even slapped anyone. Ben stepped behind her and hugged her from behind. "Don't worry, little one, I'll take care of you!" Aline leaned back, the big bear gradually reassuring her. "Do you like to fuck me now?" she asked softly, walking with him to her room.

Yvonne gave her a small vial a few days later. Five drops, she whispered, pointing her chin at the man at her table. Aline took the vial and 10 minutes later went to the room with the German. Ben was standing in front of the "fuck room" and Aline could see that he was clutching his pistol under his jacket with one hand. It was a piece of cake, five drops and the guy left after fucking.

Aline soon lost count, there were close to 80 or 90 men she poisoned over the course of the next months. Once, the German collapsed after being fucked. She called Ben, who took the dying man to the back exit and threw him into a waiting car. That was a signal for them all to be even more careful. Nevertheless, the raids became more frequent, one or another of their protectors or waiters disappeared without a trace. Monique was arrested one day behind the bar counter. She was a dirty Jew cunt, Aline could hear as the Germans left.

Madame and Aline were arrested at the same time. Ben would not let them go, he engaged in a shootout with the Germans and was shot in the leg. Aline could only give him one last look before the black car took her and Madame away.

Aline was interrogated for many hours, forced to wait on a bench in the corridor when they took a break. A crowd of Germans dragged the lifeless Madame past her. Aline snapped that she had poisoned herself during the interrogation. This shook her immensely. Things had to be very bad when a steely‐eyed woman like Madame committed suicide. Aline straightened up. She would not reveal anything, she remained rock solid with her story that she had only worked as a whore and an animator. She had nothing to do with Madame Lavernier and knew nothing of the Resistance or any drug deals. She had only drunk and fucked with the men. She had to look at several hundred photographs to see if she could recognize anyone. She found a handful of German officers who had been infiltrated into the folders. She was quite sure they were German officers she was "revealing."

On the fourth day, the interrogations stopped. For seven days she waited in the cell without anything happening. On the 8th day they led her into a small room, there she stood together with 3 other women in front of the judge's bench. The German occupiers were obviously confused and walked around in a rather undisciplined manner. Aline picked up scraps of words, the Germans were obviously on the run, just get away from here!

The judge spoke such a strong dialect that Aline could hardly follow. She was called by a completely false name and, like the 3 other women, sentenced to death as members of the Résistance. Three minutes later they were taken away and crammed into a van. She screamed her name and that she was not that other, but no one paid any attention to her. An hour later, they arrived at Mont Valérien.

One last night in the small chapel where 30 people sat or lay huddled together. Not a single familiar face. Aline smiled despite the frightening situation. She was now officially part of the Resistance, the dumbed‐down bureaucratic apparatus had promoted her there. What irony!

The chapel was emptying. The dry rifle volleys made those who remained cringe every quarter of an hour. Through the night, crowds of Germans poured into the old fort and ran away again. Aline could not tear herself away from the small window. It was just frightening the way things were going outside. They were only five left when the door opened for the last time. Those who were called walked out with their heads bowed. Aline did not move; her name was not called. A soldier stepped up to her and beat her out with the butt of his rifle.

She shook her head in denial like the others, she didn't want a blindfold. One last moment in the dusk of that August 19, 1944, tears rolled down Aline's cheeks. "I'm not even 20 yet," she thought. And she wondered where her father was?

She stared into the gun barrels. A mop of blond, tousled hair under his cap. Light blue, empty eyes. A child's face. The sergeant cleared his throat for the third or fourth time.

"Fire!"