The Resistance Fighter

Amelie lived with her father Nathaniel, who was a portly baker and well over fifty years old. Her mother died of dysentery when Amelie was a girl. She was a vivacious young woman now, aged nineteen-years old with long black hair down to her waist, bright blue eyes like the sky, and a small mouth that always seemed to have a cheeky grin. Like she just heard the most outrageous joke.

She was a petite woman, with soft silky white skin, smallish breasts, and barely five feet five inches tall. Amelie was the apple of her father’s eye, who watched over her closely to protect her honour from all the young men that followed her around with tongues hanging out, and trousers tented. Come to think of it there were a few older men in the same class as well. However, now that the Germans had arrived in Paris, his fears began to reach epic proportions. There was a huge risk that they could rape her, kidnap her and lock her in one of their brothels, or even worse – kill her.

Nathaniel had to work fast and made her cut her hair, and put on her brother’s old clothes. She did not like this but she understood if the Germans attacked her then no one could help her. Not even her loving father. They would probably kill him without barely a thought if he tried to intervene. So she accepted this change of wardrobe that made her look boyish. He kept her close to home, much to her frustration at first, but when after a month of occupation one of Amelie’s friends was gang raped and killed by a German patrol it made it clear that she needed to obey her father in these matters.

However, things rarely go to plan during a War, and despite Nathaniel’s best efforts to keep her out of sight to the Germans fate intervened. Amelie’s brothers were in the south of France working with the underground, still fighting against the Germans. Word had reached Nathaniel that an informant had identified his family, more importantly his sons as enemies. The Gestapo would soon be knocking on his door and that meant Amelie would come under scrutiny.

“I don’t want to, Father,” she said wiping the tears from her red eyes.

“It’s for your own good, you know what’ll happen to you when the Germans come calling to question me about the boys,” Nathaniel paced up and down the room smoking a clay pipe. Wisps of grey smoke followed him like a steam train engine.

“They might leave me alone. How can you be sure?”

He stopped and looked at her. “You know Marie Purcell?”

“Yes, we went to school together.”

“She’s been taken to the German brothel in Clamart, and is being forced to… work there.” He had a deep frown that creased his forehead as she watched him.

Marie Purcell, she thought feeling sad and horrified, she is such a nice girl. Fresh tears rolled down Amelie’s cheeks at the thought of Marie being used and abused by German Soldiers overwhelmed her. Her Father came up and put his arm around her to comfort her.

“Yes, it’s terribly sad what they’re doing to fine young French women. That’s why you have to get out of here. I couldn’t bear it…” his eyes suddenly clenched shut on him, and stepped away to hide his face from his daughter.

She grabbed his hand and cradled it in her face making him look back. “It’s OK papa, nothing will happen to me. I could just hide somewhere until they’re gone.”

“No, they know about you and they’ll take your hiding to mean we know something about what the boys are doing. That’ll make it worse.”

“Then I must leave?” she looked down, feeling defeated.

“Yes, this way I can deny any knowledge of what you and the boys are doing. That just might save me. The boys will look after you and make sure you’re kept safe. That’ll save you.” He knelt in front of her and kissed her on the cheek, making her giggle at the feeling of his whiskers. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way, Meelie. But these are the times we live in, and we must do what we can to survive it until one day it will hopefully be over, and France will be free again.”

“Do you think it will ever be over?” she asked.

“There are other nations in the world that won’t want Hitler ruling Europe. While we all must do what we can, our hope lies in our allies now. We just have to hang on until they can liberate us.” He stood up abruptly. “Now go pack a few things. A car will be here soon to take you south.”

“Tonight?” his voice broke.

He gently caressed her cheek with his hand. “Yes, tonight. I love you, my Meelie.” His eyes welled with tears. “Always remember that.”

She suddenly clasped his hand against her face. “I love you, papa.”

He nodded, pulling his hand away. “Now go pack.”

She stood and left the room. Her heart raced as she wondered where she was going and what would happen. She so much wanted to stay with her papa, she felt safe with him. However, her world was no longer safe thanks to the Germans. Now she had to go some place and hide out like a criminal in her own country when she had done nothing wrong. She never hated Germans so much than at that very moment.

*****

The car that was going to take her to Limoges was to be driven by a priest. It was an old wagon and it had a false bottom in the back. He made her lay in this compartment under the floor and shut her in. She could hear boxes of goods being stacked on top. The trip to Limoges was going to take a while and once the vehicle got under way Amelie found herself bouncing around inside her little prison on the rough road. It also got hot as the exhaust pipe ran directly underneath her.

After what seemed like an age the door to her compartment was opened and a hand was thrust forward to help her out. She grabbed it and was pulled out to find herself with two men in their thirties.

“Where’s Father Bertrand?” she asked looking around.

“We swapped cars with him in Bourges. He’s long gone now. You’re in Limoges, with friends,” The man said with a smile. “I am Henri, and this is Andre. Now come inside and get some food. I bet you must be starving after being in that compartment all day.”

“Where’s my brothers? Jacques and Luc?” she asked looking at both men. “Are they here?”

The men looked at each other with grimaces. Then Andre said, “I’m sorry Ms Amelie, but they cannot be here to meet you. They have to lay low for a while, but you will see them when we reach our hideout in the Millevaches. I assure they’re OK.”

She nodded. Amelie didn’t really have any choice but to do what these men said for now. It could be that they are really German spies taking Father Bertrand’s place, and using her as bait to lure her brothers out. All she could do was go along with the men for now.

*****

The house was dark outside, but looked French provincial in style. Upon entering the warmth of the hearth and the smell of food simmering on the stove immediately filled her with some happiness. Her stomach growled in approval. A kindly old woman in her seventies came and took her hands and led her to the back of the house.

“Now, now my dear, there’s a privy out that door and down the path. When you come back you can wash up here. I have left a change of clothes for you too. Can’t have a pretty young lady like you looking like a boy. It just won’t do,” she clucked.

“Thank you, madam. Is there a candle I can use to go out to the privy?” Amelie asked.

“No lights outside at night-time my dear, that is the rules the Germans make us live by. I will take you if you like, but the moon is out so you should see OK.”

Amelie got the distinct impression the old woman didn’t really want to take her. “No… I’m sure I can manage.”

The old woman smiled at her warmly. “Good, now as soon as you’re ready I have some nice Beef Bourguignon ready to eat for you. OK?”

Amelie nodded and walked out the back door, again feeling the chill of the night air. It was quite late now, probably past midnight. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the moonlight and then headed down the path to the outhouse which she tell was at the end. She hated outside toilets at night, especially with no light.

She made there no problems and when she tried to shut the door she found it so dark inside the outhouse that it scared her. So she decided to leave the door open. Not a moment too soon as holding her waste in for the last twelve hours had been torture and she was certain she’d soil herself in the car on the way here.

Thankfully she didn’t. As her pee and poo exited her body she sighed in relief, leaning back and closing her eyes just to enjoy the moment. Suddenly she felt something cold touch her inner thigh, then some hot air blowing over her groin. She opened her eyes and looked down and to her surprise the dark outline of a rather large dog was standing just in front of her. Its head precariously poised between her legs as it seemed to be taking in the scent it found.

“Good boy… nice doggy,” she said patting it on the back.

In the dim light she could see the tail wag behind it which filled her with relief that the dog was at least friendly. She gave it a pat, and felt its tongue rake her thigh which made her giggle. “OK, that’s a little too close for comfort doggy. Best be off now eh?”

The dog didn’t move. The tongue touched her again, this time directly on her pussy. Her body jolted in shock. The dog seemed to like the taste of her and kept lapping at her tight mound. “What are you doing… you bad dog… bad dog!” she scolded it, grabbing its head, and giving it a push.

The dogs moved back a bit for a moment, but as soon as she let go it was back in between her legs lapping and licking her pussy. She tried to push it again but this time he wouldn’t budge. His tongue licking her pussy, then tasting her still dirty bottom, it began to lick her clean of her poo too.

She felt her tummy tighten, her breathing became irregular, her legs felt like jelly as the her clitoris began to feel hotter and hotter. “Bad dog…” she said weakly as the sensations began to carry her away. The tension in her body seemed to tighten and tighten as the dog’s big wet course tongue explored her womanhood, She had slid down without realising, so her pussy was now totally exposed to the beast.

The dog suddenly jumped up, its front paws on the bench that was the toilet seat. Amelie’s head was swimming as its furry body situated itself above her. She was not sure what was going on, feeling herself become disoriented in the darkness and the sensations. The dog began humping her, rubbing its member on top of her pussy, over her clitoris. She moaned, grinding her pussy into it.

The dog’s phallus then found its mark and it penetrated her vagina, pushing its way deep inside her. Breaking her hymen, and taking her virginity. She squealed in pain as her cherry was claimed, but the dog didn’t understand such human sufferings and was sliding its penis in and out of her very fast. Once it had found her sweet spot, it was determined to use her for its pleasure.

The feelings of pain subsided, and new sensations took hold of her. The fullness she felt from the large phallus stretching her and probing her, coupled with the friction created by the motion of its passage. sent a wave of pleasure over her like she had never experienced before. Amelie had experienced clitoral orgasm through masturbation, but this felt a bit different.

She could hear the dog pant in her ear, as it humped her. Something large was pushing at her pussy on the dogs penis, and so she reached down and felt a large ball of flesh near the base of its penis. Her father had told her once about how dogs knot their bitches to impregnate them, and she had seen dogs stuck like that for ages in the streets of Paris. Given that she was expected back in the house soon she felt that it was not a good idea for this dog to knot her.

So she kept her hand there to stop it entering her. The dog was unperturbed though and continued to pound her womanhood like she was nothing but a stray bitch on the street. The tension in her body grew and grew until finally, her first orgasm rippled through her like a tsunami. Her body wriggled and went into spasm, as she moaned out loud into the dog’s furry chest. The dog felt her moist vagina tighten its grip around its phallus, and so it picked up its pace and force.

Just as her first orgasm receded, like a wave being sucked back by the riptide, a new bigger wave rolled over her body making her grunt loudly. This orgasm felt more familiar, it was clitoral, and she pushed her pussy into the oncoming dick hoping more pleasure could be gained. The feeling of fullness inside her suddenly became intensified, and she felt a hot liquid filling her, expanding her even more. This caused another, if not lighter, orgasm to radiate out from her womb, and she panted and moaned at the pleasure she felt.

The dog was obviously delivering his seed to his bitch. He had stopped humping her now, and just stayed there motionless on top of her as its semen shot out into her womb like a canon. Amelie was coming to her senses, the thought of that old woman finding her like this pressed into her mind. There was no way she could explain what had just happened. It was primal, it was beastly, but it was also taboo. She pushed the dog off of her, it seemed more compliant now it had got what it wanted.

She felt its big member exit her vagina and semen ran out of her. She quickly sat up over the toilet to let it all run into it, so as not to leave a mess on the floor. The dog was gone as quickly as it came. Grabbing the paper she wiped herself and made sure she was clean. Then pulling up her underpants and trousers she left the outhouse and hurried back into the house.

*****

As she entered the back door the old woman was there. She looked relieved to see Amelie. “My dear, I was worried you might have fallen in.” she said jokingly.

Amelie blushed. “Sorry madam, I fell asleep. I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

“Come, just wash up for now. Your food will spoil if I cook it for much longer.”

“Yes Madam,” Amelie said politely and went to the wash bowl and began to wet a wash cloth.

“Did you see Woofy out there? I haven’t seen him all night the rascally old dog,” the woman asked.

Amelie’s body stiffened, but she kept washing herself. “No madam, it was very dark I didn’t see anything.”

The old woman laughed as if remembering something funny. “He’s probably off molesting some poor stray bitch in heat. That dog has fathered pups all over this district. I swear he can smell a bitch ready to mate in the next town that one. Then he seems to get there before any other dog can claim his prize. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had irate dog owners coming here claiming they had Woofies pups. But I wouldn’t change him, he’s a lovable dog.”

Amelie didn’t answer and the old woman began to feel a little embarrassed she had spoken so loosely around this naïve young woman. Talk of dogs mating was probably a little too unpalatable to this one, the old woman thought. She’s probably still a virgin.